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wizardofrozz · 2 years ago

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Home Is Where the Heart Is

Loki Laufeyson x Reader, background Thor Odinson x Sif, Odin, Frigga

Word Count: 4.6k

Request: May I request a Loki x reader where Loki and the reader are married but Loki keeps it a secret from Odin because he doesn’t trust Odin not to use the reader against him. Thor is supportive of his decision and is best friends with the reader. So one day when Loki and Thor are fighting a battle, Loki gets badly injured and has to stay in Asgard to recover. Thor immediately brings the reader to be with her husband on Asgard. When Odin walks into his son’s room to see a stranger crying next to his unconscious son, he gets angry and threatens the reader. The reader, not exactly knowing who Odin is (I doubt they would know anyone by looks and only knows people by name because she’s never been to Asgard) tried to defend herself but Odin only resents when Thor defends the reader

Warnings: violence, blood, swearing, mention of battles, character injury, Odin being an asshole

A/N: Thank you @iamcavainna for this request! I had a lot of fun writing this lol I wrote this with the idea that this takes place a few years before the events of the movies so the boys are ‘younger’.

Asgard was the home of the Gods. But was it really home?

The sun glistened off the chromatic pillars of the royal castle, throwing golden light over the surrounding courtyards. It was beautiful, a reminder of Asgard’s ethereal nature. However, no amount of superficial beauty could break through the cloud of discontent hanging like a veil around the young prince.

Loki’s armor twinkled in the early morning rays, a stark contrast to his dejected mood as he stood on one of the highest balconies. His thoughts drifted, leaving Asgard and unsurprisingly finding their way to a quiet apartment lightyears away. By Midgard’s timeframe, it had been months since Loki saw you, your bright smile and welcoming embrace washing away the blood and kill count he’d accumulated in battle. As a prince and sorcerer, Loki had a duty to his family and his people, and no matter how desperate he was just to see you again, his responsibility came first as you had insisted. Sometimes, Loki wished you weren’t so honorable.

“Brooding again, brother.” The thump of heavy footfalls accompanied the deep voice but Loki could never mistake that voice.

“I don’t brood,” Loki scoffed, turning to rest his hip against the railing he was leaning against.

“I beg to differ,” Thor laughed, his armor clinking against Loki’s as he knocked their shoulders together. Loki refused to dignify his brother’s jab with a response, electing to roll his eyes instead which only made Thor’s smile grow. “Are you ready for battle?”

“As I always am,” Loki sighed, shifting to lean against the edge of the balcony again. Thor hovered silently for a moment, seemingly uncertain about his next move but it didn’t take long for him to join his brother, leaning his weight against the balcony.

“I still think you should tell father,” Thor remarked, keeping his eyes fixed on the horizon.

“And I still disagree,” Loki replied smoothly, continuing to watch the Asgardians bustling around below.

“I care for her well-being just as much as you do, brother, but what is a marriage if it must be kept a secret?” Deep down, under the crippling desire to protect you was the tiny sliver of himself that agreed with Thor. But Loki refused to risk your safety, refused to put you anywhere near his father’s awareness to be used as a bargaining chip. The thought of your worth being quantified by your importance to him made his blood boil.

“I refuse to make her a pawn. I’ve told you this,” Loki huffed, side-eyeing his brother. This wasn’t a new argument between them. He could blatantly see the familial love his brother held for you but Thor was naive to think Odin wouldn’t use your mere existence to reign in Loki if needed.

“Yes, yes, I’ve heard it all before,” Thor sighed, waving his brother off. “That doesn’t change that I disagree with your paranoia. She deserves to know her husband is safe while also getting to experience who you truly are.” Thor stood at his full height, turning to face Loki and sweeping his arms out wide with a slight smile. “Asgard is your home, Loki. She knows nothing of your life away from Midgard so can you say she truly knows you?”

“Please don’t make me have this discussion right before we leave for Svartalfheim,” Loki begged, hanging his head. Thor was right and he knew it, but that didn’t dispel the fear in his gut. Odin was a king, a ruler that would do whatever it took by any means necessary, including sacrificing the life of one for the lives of many.

“I don’t intend to start an argument but it’s something you should consider,” Thor sighed, dropping his arms and deflating slightly.

“Yes, I know.” Loki looked over at his older brother and for a moment wondered how much he missed you as well. He took a deep breath, ready to shift the conversation slightly when a high-ranking Einherjar appeared at the balcony entrance.

“It appears duty calls,” Thor said with a tight smile. Loki took one more deep breath, locking away his thoughts of you until the battle was over, focusing his mind on the clash looming in the distance. Thor threw a heavy arm around Loki’s shoulders, borderline dragging the younger prince off the balcony with a blinding smile that Loki couldn’t help but return.

New York in the spring could be breathtaking if you knew where to look and the blooming cherry blossom trees at the Brooklyn botanical gardens were your favorite. The powdery pink flowers cut through the banal greenery for at least a few days. The gardens were teeming with New Yorkers admiring the pale petals littering the ground as the blooming period reached its end but you couldn’t judge them, you were doing the same. You weaved through the rows of trees, smiling softly at the young girl tossing handfuls of fallen flowers in the air and giggling as they floated back down. If only you could share this tranquil moment with your husband.

Loki had been gone for months without a word, something that wasn’t abnormal but that didn’t mean his silence was any less painful. You knew at the beginning what you were signing up for and you didn’t regret it, but sometimes you wondered how your relationship could survive when your lives were literally worlds apart. You blew out a long sigh with a shake of your head, forcing your mind away from that rabbit hole, and continued your stroll through the trees. Eventually, you found yourself perched on the stone edge of the pond at the end of the path, watching the fallen flowers float over the dark water.

The only warning was the faint static in the air before the familiar multicolored column of light exploded from the sky. People scattered from the small clearing between the trees, scrambling away from the beam of pulsing energy but your stomach flipped for an entirely different reason. The outline of a single figure landed in the center of the imprint burned into the grass and although it wasn’t who you were expecting, you raced across the short distance only to stop short a few feet away. Thor looked battered and exhausted; dirt and grime were caked in the valleys of his armor and blood trickled over his temple from somewhere in his hairline.

“Dear Gods, what happened?” you gasped, immediately grabbing his chin to get a better look at the split skin.

“I’m fine, little one,” Thor chuckled, gently removing your hand from his face. “A little blood is nothing to fret over.”

“Says you,” you grumbled, crossing your arms. “Now what in the holy hell happened to you?” Thor’s slight smell fell away making him look years older and your heart sank.

“I’m returning from a battle of Svartalfheim,” Thor mumbled, tipping his head down to examine his disheveled state. “It…didn’t quite go as planned.” You wanted to check over your closest friend more thoroughly but one thing overshadowed every other logical train of thought.

Where is Loki?

“What happened?” you whispered, taking another step closer and ignoring the filth of battle clinging to him. Thor’s shoulders sagged, finally letting the fatigue weight him down as he wrapped a warm hand around the back of your neck and pressed his lips to the top of your head.

“I came to take you to him,” he mumbled into your hair. All you could do was nod, well aware that if you opened your mouth the damn would break. “I can at least assure you he’s alive.” The knowledge should’ve cleared some of the fear buzzing under your skin but there was only one thing running through your head: for how long.

Years ago you had briefly experienced a violent tropical storm; rain pelleting you from every angle, and the wind screamed as it whipped past you before you fell through the nearest door. You were left pummeled and panting but you had at least found some relief from the angry swell of mother nature. The emotions battling within you felt like that storm, only there was no escape this time.

Asgard was beautiful beyond words. Everything seemed to shimmer in the warm sunlight, giving it an almost angelic feel. The only thing keeping you grounded was the horse under you shifting as it moved, forcing you to keep a hold on the prince in front of you. Your head was spinning from the onslaught of dread, curiosity, reverence, panic, and so many other things you couldn’t distinguish. You were so awestruck that it almost dwarfed your mounting terror. Almost.

“Do you need help down?” The sudden question snapped you out of your gawking only to realize the horse had come to a stop and Thor had slid off, looking up at you expectantly.

“Uh, yes, please,” you rushed out, leaning toward his outstretched arms.

“You look a bit dazed, my friend,” Thor noted under his breath.

“You could say that,” you replied with a breathy laugh.

“Once Loki wakes, you can admire Asgard as much as you’d like,” Thor said absently as he scanned the corridors surrounding you. With one sentence, he brought the reality of your visit crashing down on you, punching the air from your lungs along with your prior amazement. You had to jog to keep up with Thor’s long strides and to keep him from yanking your arm out of the socket as he navigated the palace with ease. The layout of the castle was disorienting, each hallway looking identical yet unique at the same time, making you dizzier with each turn. Finally, Thor started to slow and paused in front of a set of ajar double doors that made you feel like an ant in comparison. He gently guided you through the gap, nearly sending you stumbling into the woman on the other side. The Asgardian woman wore dark turquoise robes that in any other situation you may have complimented. She tilted her head when you continued to stare, a single stray piece of dark brown hair coming loose from her twisted hairstyle.

“Your Highness,” she greeted, flickering her eyes to where Thor stood over your shoulders.

“Eir, I’ve come to see my brother,” Thor sighed, resting a heavy hand on your shoulder.

“I see,” Eir hummed, squinting at you. Her gaze was curious but not judgemental, alleviating some of your nervousness; you really didn’t need a reminder of just how trivial you were to the Asgardian race. “Follow me.”

“That wasn’t so bad,” you mumbled from the corner of your mouth, “Loki made it sound like the Asgardians would hunt me down for sport.” To your surprise, Thor choked on a laugh, immediately slapping a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound.

“Your beloved can be a bit…callous at times,” Thor snickered, squeezing your shoulder.

“I had no idea,” you deadpanned, earning another strangled laugh from the esteemed prince. You started to feel a bit lighter in Thor’s presence only for the illusion to be shattered when your eyes landed on the motionless shape a few feet away.

“Find me if you need me, Your Highness,” Eir said with a bow before slipping away.

“Oh, my dear,” you whispered behind the barrier of your hand. Your legs were moving on their own accord, bringing you to the edge of his bed. The thin sheet covering most of his body moved with each shallow breath, letting you find a sliver of solace for a moment. Loki’s expression was peaceful, something you’d only witnessed a few times that didn’t include when he slept and it tugged at your heart. He carried similar marks to Thor, minus the dried blood, but you picked up on a few additional welts.

“He took a hit to the chest in battle. His sternum was cracked and a few ribs were broken,” Thor explained from the foot of the bed. The pain in the creases of his furrowed brow mirrored yours and without thinking you reached for your brother-in-law, squeezing his hand.

“How long do I have?”

“There’s no limit,” Thor replied with the firmness of the king he hadn’t become yet.

“You know that’s not true,” you sighed, cautiously reaching for the hand resting on Loki’s chest. “Your father doesn’t know I exist so I can’t imagine he’ll be pleased that a ‘stranger’ is in his castle.”

“Stop buying into my brother’s irrational fear that my father will mistreat you,” Thor huffed, waving away the idea.

“What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t take his concerns seriously?” you countered, raising a brow at the blonde who rolled his eyes in response.

“Yes, you’re a wonderful wife,” Thor grunted with a wave of his hand. “Now, I need to get cleaned up. I’ll make sure Eir allows no one in until I return.”

“Okay,” you whispered, your attention consumed by your husband once again. You were careful not to jostle Loki too much as you perched on the edge of his bed as close to his head as possible. With a hesitant tug, you pulled your interlocked hands into your lap, covering the back of his hand and just taking a moment to gaze at his bruised face. Months apart hadn’t affected the deep, consuming love you felt for the mischievous prince but you wished this wasn’t how you came together again. Loki’s hair had grown longer, the ebony strands just starting to curl, and you lifted a hand to gently twirl one around your finger.

“I knew I should’ve cut it.” For a brief moment, you thought you were hallucinating his voice. The only reason you glanced at his face was that why would you imagine his voice broken and hoarse? Foggy emerald eyes stared back at you from under heavy lids and you barely contained the urge to throw yourself at him.

“Oh thank the Gods,” you whimpered, gently cupping his face. Loki leaned into the touch, his eyes falling closed for a beat as he squeezed your hand gently.

“I thought you knew better than to underestimate my ability to survive,” Loki teased, turning his head enough to kiss the palm of your hand.

“Oh, shut up,” you grumbled halfheartedly. The tears you had managed to hold back finally broke free, streaking your face from a mixture of relief and lingering anxiety.

“C’mere,” Loki muttered, tugging on your joined hands. You hesitated for a moment, ignoring his impatient rumble as you shifted to avoid causing him more pain. The kiss was nothing more than a chaste press of lips but the last of your tension escaped with a sigh through your nose. Loki hummed happily even when you leaned away and his eyes stayed shut, a faint smile on his face.

“Does anything hurt?” you asked, lightly tracing the sharp angle of his cheek.

“Almost completely healed,” he mumbled, his lips barely parting around the words. A fond smile spread across your face as he drifted to sleep again, making a few more unintelligible noises before settling.

“I love you, you reckless prince,” you chuckled. He made one more feeble attempt at speaking but he was too far gone and it came out as a soft affronted grunt. Once Loki had slipped into a comatose-like state again, the second blow hit. He was going to recover but losing Loki was a very real possibility, especially after this incident and after arriving on Asgard you realized how little you knew about the man you loved. You had heard stories from both brothers about their childhood but you could never even imagine the gardens or buildings they spoke of. Loki had shared memories of learning magic with his mother who you secretly longed to meet. Thor recounted parades, festivals, and celebrations that stretched through Asgard, filling the streets with cheers and happiness that you could only dream of. When you let yourself wander down that path, you realized how disconnected your lives were and it rubbed the sore spot you tried to keep buried.

The echo of footsteps brought you back to the healing room on Asgard but you didn’t turn towards the door, not wanting Thor to see your glistening face.

“Who allowed you in here?” Every muscle in your body went rigid because that wasn’t Thor’s voice. “I’m speaking to you, girl!” You scrambled to stand, wiping at your tear-stained face before facing the unfamiliar man a few feet away. After meeting Loki and Thor, you attempted to research more about Asgardians only for Loki to tease you endlessly about your descriptions of his friends and family. Whatever the Earthlings had on the mysterious race of Gods was wildly incorrect, leaving you with nothing but the stories the princes shared with you. Which meant, you had no idea who the man glaring daggers at you was.

He was much older than either of the brothers based on his snow-white hair and beard but he was not frail by any means. The man was slightly shorter than Thor and Loki but everyone seemed small compared to them. He wore what you had come to learn was traditional Asgardian armor making identification even harder. Your eyes drifted to his face and despite one of his eyes being concealed behind an eyepatch, the weight of his stare threatened to crush you.

“I-I was escorted here,” you rushed out, shuffling back a step.

“You do not belong here, Midgardian,” he hissed, narrowing his good eye and taking a menacing step forward. You hadn’t registered the intricately designed spear until the sharp, flat point was pressed into the notch between your collar bones.

“Please, you don’t understand,” you argued, a little stunned at how steady you sounded. In hopes of placating the furious warrior, you lifted your hands in surrender, hissing when the point of the spear burrowed a bit deeper, breaking the skin.

“What I understand is an outsider is in a restricted wing of this palace,” he replied, his hand sliding down the shaft of the spear as he stepped closer. “More importantly, standing over the body of an injured prince.”

“Let me explain,” you pleaded, praying the desperation in your eyes softened the man. His jaw clenched but he shifted the spear back a centimeter, the cool air stinging the freshly broken skin. He nodded for you to continue, his hard expression never changing; you sucked in a deep, shaky breath and hoped you wouldn’t regret your next move. You caught a glimpse of the shock that flashes across his face when you shoved the spear to the side and ducked under his arm. His recovery time would be nonexistent but you had to at least try; you only made it a few steps before your feet were cemented in place.

“That was a mistake,” the warrior growled, slowly stepping around you. “I agreed to hear you out. Now it seems my generosity was misplaced.”

“Wait!” you cried out, uselessly trying to free your feet. The flat edge of the spear twinkled in the soft light of the healing hall as it was swept out to the side and with one last desperate attempt, you screamed.

“No!” The crashing from over the man’s shoulder broke his intense staring and you couldn’t think of a time you were ever this happy to see Thor. “Don’t hurt her.”

“I should’ve known you allowed this,” the man snapped, slowly lowering his spear. “You’ve always had a soft spot for this race.” You may have been more offended by the disgust apparent in his tone if your heart wasn’t still racing from your near brush with death.

“Yes, father, I brought her here,” Thor panted, resting his hands on his hips as his chest heaved. You had heard the analogy of something being so surprising a person’s brain did the equivalent of a record scratch and always thought it was an exaggeration. The word father coming out of Thor’s mouth changed your view on that phrase.

“Oh, fuck me,” you breathed, your eyes nearly bulging out of your head. Both men turned to look at you; Thor’s expression was blank but you could see the flicker of wildly inappropriate amusement in his eyes. Odin on the other hand looked absolutely murderous.

“She deserved to sit at her husband’s side,” Thor sighed, darting his eyes to his unconscious brother. Now it was Odin’s turn to look like he’d just been slapped.

“Husband?!”

“Oh, uh…” Thor looked over his father’s shoulder, silently pleading with you for help but you were still useless with the realization you just met your father-in-law, who was ready to cut you down only seconds ago.

“Dear,” a female voice called, drawing all eyes to the door again. “Ah, there you are.” Odin’s shoulders relaxed slightly as he huffed out a harsh breath; he held the woman’s gaze for a moment before a hand shot out, grabbing the edge of Thor’s chest armor and pulling him close enough that their noses almost touched.

“We are not done here. Lady Sif will be in to collect her,” Odin hissed before shoving his oldest son away and lumbering out of the room. The woman wore a pale blue dress and her gaze lingering on Thor, the skin around her eyes creasing with what seemed like pity before she disappeared. The silence that hung in the air was tortuous but you nor Thor made a move to break it just yet, waiting until the thump of boots was only an echo.

“So, I don’t think I made a great first impression,” you said, still staring wide-eyed at the ajar doors. From the corner of your eye, you caught the moment Thor lost his internal battle and hunched forward under the force of his laughter.

The small room Sif directed you to had one open wall that lead out onto a large balcony overlooking Asgard’s market district. The sitting room was warm and welcoming but you could feel the heavy gaze on your back as you wandered around the small space.

“I can feel you staring, Lady Sif,” you teased, pausing under the archway leading onto the balcony.

“My apologies, Your Highness,” Sif replied, bowing her head. You nearly choked on your tongue as you whirled around to face the dark-haired woman lingering near the door.

“What did you call me?” you sputtered, blinking rapidly at her.

“Your title, ma’am,” Sif answered slowly, her brows pinching together. “You are married to a prince after all.” Her expression remained blank but the longer you stared the more apparent her amusement became; you pressed your tongue against the inside of your lower lip and shook your head.

“You’re enjoying this,” you huffed, massaging your temple. Sif’s composure wavered and she cracked a smile, turning her face away from you.

“I was waiting for the day if I’m being honest,” she chuckled, leaning a shoulder against the wall.

“Of course, Thor told you,” you snorted, wandering in her direction and perching on the arm of a nearby couch. “He’s always been starry-eyed when it comes to you.”

“He talks about me?” Sif chirped and her face brightened in a way that brought a smile to your face.

“Just like I assume Loki talks about me,” you laughed, loosely crossing your arms.

“We do have some sappy princes, don’t we?” Connecting with Sif was easier than you expected and your laughter didn’t feel forced; a pang of sadness hit you when you realized this was just another thing you had been missing out on. You glanced up at Sif again but her face was angled toward the balcony, golden light highlighting her features.

“When do you think Loki will be awake?”

“Later today,” she said with a smirk. “Thor waited until we knew how bad the injuries were so he’s been healing for some time already.”

“How much trouble are we in?” was your next question, one you couldn’t push down any longer.

“With the Allfather? I can’t say,” Sif sighed, rolling her head around to meet your eyes. “With the Queen? None. I’m surprised she hasn’t been in to meet you yet.”

“Loki told me how close they are,” you chuckled, looking down at your shoes.

“She might be a little upset that he never said anything but I already know she’s ecstatic,” Sif assured with a bright smile. A loud knock on the door cut the conversation short; an armored warrior appeared in the doorway, informing Sif she was being requested by the Einherjar Commander.

“I didn’t think I’d be trusted on my own so soon,” you taunted with a smirk. Sif rolled her eyes with a half-smile and pushed the guard into the hallway, pulling the door shut behind her. Without conversation to fill the room, the commotion from the plaza below drifted into the room, piquing your interest. A soft gasp rushed past your lips when you looked over the edge to find the bustling market farther down than you expected; the hundreds of Asgardians moving through the streets were nothing more than vague outlines. You leaned against the balcony, entrapped by the similarities between yourself and the alien race.

Hundreds of beings moved by completely unaware of your admiration, going about their daily routine just like you did in New York. The quiet groan of the door was swallowed up by the noise below and when strong arms snaked around your waist, you nearly went tumbling into the crowd you were so intrigued by.

“Did I scare you, darling?” Loki mumbled against your shoulder, pulling you against his chest.

“Oh, you’re awful!” you shouted, playfully smacking his bare arm. His lithe form shook with laughter against your back and he nuzzled closer, burying his face against your neck. Loki’s soft exhale raised goosebumps along the back of your neck and you relaxed against him, but the fear cold grip of fear just wouldn’t let go. “I wish I’d never have to feel that way again.”

“I hate that I worried you so much, my love,” Loki sighed, lifting his head to hook his chin on your shoulder. You turned your head, resting your forehead against his temple, letting yourself sink into his familiar embrace.

“What the hell are we going to do now?” you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Well,” Loki huffed, kissing the tip of your nose, “I supposed we can’t hide any longer.”

“I see why you kept me hidden,” you confessed, pressing a light kiss to his cheek.

“Let’s talk about that some other time,” Loki replied with a sharp edge to his voice and tightened his hold on you. “I’d much prefer to enjoy having you with me after so long.”

“You can’t ignore this,” you grumbled, gently knocking your forehead against his temple.

“I know but it can wait.” Loki started to gently sway, sliding his hand over your where it rested on your stomach, and humming contently. “We’ll figure it out together.”

“Together,” you agreed, kissing the corner of his mouth. Loki tilted his head, catching your lips before you could pull away, not that you’d ever want to if given the option. He continued to sway to nonexistent music, kissing you until the need for oxygen outweighed your need for each other but neither moved away. Lips brushing together morphed into another sweet kiss and back again; nothing else matter in the little bubble of serenity you created. Loki wondered how he’d gone so long keeping you tucked away on Midgard when he could have moments like this whenever he pleased. The calming sensation that rolled over him brought with it a startling yet comforting realization.

Now, Asgard felt like home.

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lune-hime · 3 years ago

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Garden of Tulips (Levi/Reader) Chapter 10

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“What did it look like?”

“Hmm?” Levi looked up from his place next to your sleeping form. “The titan that tried to snack on my darling granddaughter.” “Ugly as fuck.” “Aren’t they all?”

Levi recounts memories of the reader and their shared life together while she recovers from a serious injury.

!!WARNINGS!! - Violence, gore, smut, wholesome content ;)

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Tulipa alba coreulea oculata ~ A modest tulip of pearl hue that awakens before its sisters in the early spring. When she blooms, the inky beauty of her indigo heart is revealed.

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Colors danced in soft swirls under your closed eyelids. They were so thickly painted that you felt as if one swipe of your hand would intertwine their chromatic trails and mix their hues. You recognized this work of art as your euphoria; the painting of which you dreamed of many moons ago.

The delicate hands of your little muse patted your cheeks in a gentle reminder that you were too close to the surface to drift back into darkness. Here you waited in this limbo with the young girl, watching as the colors spun faster against her obsidian locks. She was the culmination of everything you could have in the future where you recovered.

The colors gained ferocity as the natural lighting from the wide window above your bed assaulted your eyes. It was as if you were an infant gazing upon the unfamiliar world so intensely it was painful. The searing brightness crinkled your brow and pinched uncomfortably at the corners of your eyes.

Sharp pain bombarded you just as the light did. It’s ivory beams peeled the lengthened sleep from your body and left a dull aching in its wake. The discomfort that now hugged your form was worth it, though, for when your vision gradually sifted up from the murky depths of unconsciousness you wanted to cry on spot at the valkyrie before you.

He contrasted so vibrantly against the pearly essence of the wallpaper of your room that you weren’t sure if you were still actually dwelling in your painting. An overwhelming urge to mold into him wracked your sedentary muscles. You were agitated at your weakened body, irritated that it couldn’t give your mind what it desired. The magnetic sensation was so strong that, willing your mind could override your physical short circuitry, it would have ejected itself out of its damaged shell and crashed into his open chest.

“Lee-” You rasped. Your voice was an exclamation within but manifested into a barely audible moan.

The minute noise grasped his attention, though.

Your phantom limbs bounced with touch starved compulsion when his head whipped around. You finally laid actual eyes on your favorite features sculpted by the universe.

“Lee-vi.” You croaked. The excitement of saying his name sapped what little energy you had from you as you fell into the little girl’s awaiting palms once more.

You lingered momentarily on the rickety bridge between consciousness and nothingness, listening to his muffled frantic calls. A warm wind rocked the bridge as his hands against your cheeks hit you like a summer heat wave. His touch endowed you with newfound vigor and your eyes opened once again.

He hovered mere inches from your face. The skin you longed to embrace was carved with petal-soft streams of tears that pooled from his desperate eyes and traversed porcelain slopes to drip down his chin. Your eyes instantly brimmed with salty gratitude upon being able to swim in those stormy seas of silver.

“Levi…” You breathily whimpered, the corners of your mouth quivering upward as what felt like years of being trapped in a bottle. Ten minutes he had grappled for his name on your lips but to you, it had left like a passing fancy.

“It’s me. It’s me-Y/N, it’s me .” He reassured for both himself, and for you. His voice wobbled with the desperate tambour of a colt eager to stand on its own among spring grass. The sheer quaking of his form; from his deeply furrowed brow, to the tears that fell in divine pools, to the frantic hesitation of his touches was in a magnitude that you had never seen in him before.

“Levi.” You sighed again, a weak smile sluggishly tugging at the corners of your lips. Like a chick learning to chirp you repeated his name as a mantra.

And by Ymir every time you chirped he vibrated at a frequency you couldn’t outwardly match.

“I’m here, Y/N.” He cooed as his emptiness finally filled with the colors of your essence. He pressed your foreheads together and basked in the warmth of your skin. “And you’re finally here.”

The simple physical touch satisfied both of your needy minds; Levi to know you were awake and you to feel like you were present. He wanted to say more. Explode with everything he had seen and felt these past few days. To unload what felt like months of unshared memories in your absence. But he didn’t want to overwhelm you any more. So he settled on four words.

“I love you, Y/N.” He uttered. You could hear the incoming flow of tears diluting his tone. Those words had fallen from his lips countless times since your accident, both internally and externally, but now they actually fell upon you. And it felt like nothing else mattered. “I love you, I love you.”

“And I love you.” You cried, fingers ever so tiredly trailing up his arm to weakly touch the softness of his hair. The strands glided between your languid flutters. There you stayed basking in the feeling of home and letting the bulbs of your love bloom between you.

“Wh...where are we? It looks like…” You trailed off as your head lolled onto his shoulder. Your eyes trailed the room, from window to wall and bureau to bedside table.

“We’re at Oma’s.” Levi explained as he smoothed down some hairs tangled in your drool from the corner of your mouth.

“Oma…” Relief was evident in your exhale. There was no other place and no other sheets you would rather be cocooned in than your childhood room after the last image your eyes captured was that carrion swamp of toothy rocks.

“She’s here then?” You asked, blinking to make sure you were actually awake.

“She left a bit ago to run errands with Felicia-”

“Felicia…” Your lips wandered over their names as if you were recalling them from a story read long ago.

“Mhm. She and Oma have been taking care of you.” Levi checked your eyes for any signs of dilation and disorientation as you processed everything. Everything seemed fine until you groaned when a chord of pain shot up your taught muscles.

“My side hurts.” You complained as your body reflexively stretched.

“I know. Don’t try to move too quickly.” Levi instructed gently. He tried to reposition you into a less painful sitting position with as much sweetness as his voice.

“How bad is it?” You bared your teeth as he shifted you. Levi kept his face from cringing at the memory of Oma fabricating a new seam for your flesh. He played with your fingers to keep your attention on staying awake.

“Oma had to stitch almost your entire side. You...had lost a lot of blood already before I found you. But I was able to put enough pressure on it to keep you-” Levi swallowed and finished his sentence with a deep inhale.

The grotesque images of the incident were painted in thick brush strokes along the bow of your brain. To push them down you focused your gaze on Levi’s doting touches and the smoothness of his milky skin.

“Do you remember what happened?” He pressed, gentle and hesitant.

You hummed in affirmation. You were sure not even the void could remove the scars left upon you by death’s cradle; both physically and mentally.

“Connie and I were alone. We were clearing out the titans to the west when Reiner knocked the wind out of me and I fell right into the abnormal…” You felt Levi’s fingers twitch in aggravation. You were too exhausted now to feel that intense hatred that had been palm-up body slammed into you.

“It grazed my side with its teeth...but I managed to take it down.” You drew in a ragged breath, the pseudo-smell of carcasses overpowering the sweet smell of the tea still steeping in the kettle nearby.

“I...I felt like what being chewed alive is like, Levi.”

Your utter outpouring of torture and fearful tears had Levi’s heart shattering all over again as it had the moment he retrieved your limp body from that sticky pool of blood. He caged the animosity that steamed under his skin for Reiner’s negligence, for the titan’s bloodlust, and for the dangerous oath both of you had taken. He had more to be grateful for right now than angry over.

His thumbs pressed feather-light kisses to your water lines, drying the flooded areas. He brought his hands to your cheeks and leaned in close so you were forced to reside within the shining slate mines of his irises.

“You’re alright now. You’re here, I’m here. You made it out, sweetheart, and nothing will be able to bring you back to that moment.” Levi said with a firmness and sincerity that bathed you in immediate serenity.

Levi rarely used pet-names with you. His terms of endearment came in the form of actions and gestures rather than words. Only when he wanted to communicate something deeper, a feeling he would never come close to conveying with his vocabulary, did they break through the surface.

“I’m assuming I fucked him up since I’m still alive.” You tried to joke as dizziness further loosened its constricting grip on your head.

“From what I saw, you absolutely fucked him up.” Levi cracked a smile when you wheezed out a laugh.

“Did Eren-?” You began. Your blackout had left you with many unanswered questions.

“I don’t know. By the time I had seen your flare they had already disappeared.” He answered.

“Don’t even.” He added. He sifted through your disorientation and hurt to find the fledgling tendrils of guilt creeping up your brow.

“None of us expected that attack. We all did what we could and no one can fault us for that.”

You chewed the inner corner of your lip and let his words sink in.

“You fought so well. You protected Connie and killed that abnormal who most likely would have gone on to kill someone else. I’m proud of you.”

Your bottom lip quivered under his earnest praise.

You strained towards him and Levi realized you were attempting to give him a kiss. He hesitated momentarily, afraid of embracing you in a sore spot or accidentally pressing you backwards at an awkward angle. With a delicate crane of his neck he met you more than halfway. His lips fell upon yours with the tenderness of a newborn fawn’s footsteps but the ferocity of lovers parted by a great ocean.

He drew back to see a pout where his lips had just resided.

“What is it?”

“I really have to pee.” You stated.

Levi’s rocking waves of baritone laughter and his steady arms lifted you from your bed.

“I want to try walking.” You proclaimed with determination, gaze focused straight ahead on the ensuite bathroom.

Levi was impressed with how well you tottered across the room, with his structural support of course. He would wince every time you did but you didn’t let the fire in your side impede your locomotion.

“Do you need me to stay?” He asked in genuine concern. He watched you skeptically as you wobbled above the toilet.

“You pervert.” You huffed, grimacing at the tightness in your thighs as you crouched down. “But yes please.”

Once business had been taken care of and you had assured him you felt coordinated enough to slowly walk back to bed yourself, Levi had gone to clean up his fallen tea cup. He had just finished dabbing the bedside rug with a rag when your sniffle dragged him to his feet.

The fabric of your nightgown, despite being silken to the touch, had snagged the rough skin of your stitches like sharp brambles as you bunched it up to your breasts. With your torso fully exposed to your morbidly curious gaze, you had never been more disgusted with yourself.

Your body resembled the two sides of a coin in how starkly different they looked. Supple curves flowed beautifully into strong and nimble legs. Across the way, a crescent moon of scissored flesh dug its hooks into your once smooth skin. Lightning bolts of broken blood vessels and bruising held your thigh to your hips like a haphazardly made corn doll.

“I’ve never looked so weak.” Your disbelief manifested itself in a dark chuckle. The image of your battered body had left you in shock at your forced metamorphosis. Your fingertips barely tapped at your stitches as if they were repulsed to be in the vicinity of your wound.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from your tears until Levi’s body carefully wrapped around yours from behind. He didn’t dare touch your scarring, but he did intertwine your hands with his and placed his head on your shoulder.

“I don’t think you’ve ever looked so strong.” He whispered with an airy kiss to your neck. You looked up to meet his eyes in the mirror and your chest clenched at his unfiltered adoration.

“You will heal. And to speed that up you need to not push yourself.” Levi gently ushered you away from the mirror and turned you back towards the bed.

As you walked, your gaze fell to the open bedroom door. Your eyes began to water once again, pooling at your bottom lids like the body of water you now cried for. Levi anxiously regarded you and your newest bout of tears.

“Levi...is Puddle?” You coughed. A heavy rock of dread plummeted into your stomach. You couldn’t recall the last time you had seen your other beloved boy. Levi grinned fondly.

“He’s fine. He’s out in the pasture.” He assured you. He felt the breath you had been holding release against his side and you continued your journey back to bed.

Once you had practically deflated back into the blankets, it dawned on Levi that you would need sustenance.

“Are you hungry? Thirsty? Lightheaded?” He mused like a mother hen.

“All of the above but I don’t think I can stomach anything right now.”

“I’ll just get water, then.” He decided and dipped out of the room. The steady tick-tock of the carved clock and the twittering of the birds above you almost lulled you to sleep when Levi re-emerged.

The water was unpleasant; too cool against the dryness of your throat. As you forced yourself to gulp it down, you registered Levi’s outfit. The realization made you lightly gasp.

“What’s wrong?” Levi bristled, fearing one of your organs decided to pop.

“Those clothes…” You whispered as you licked the final droplets of water from your lips.

Shit, were you upset he had borrowed them? Maybe he was encroaching on something precious.

“Y/N I didn’t-”

You shook your head and smiled sweetly.

“They look good on you.” You giggled at the blush that rose on his pale cheeks.

“The pants are a little too long though...shorty.” You winked weakly. Levi was relieved that you felt alright enough to tease him. It was a more than welcome nuisance.

“Not my fault everyone in your family besides Oma seem to be giants.” He countered as he sat down on the empty side of the bed.

“Oh Ymir, I’ve been out for...how long have I been unconscious?”

“Two and a half days.”

“ Shit , that means you’ve been all alone with Oma.” You whined. “I take full responsibility for anything she’s done or said.”

Levi shut you up with another kiss the consistency of butterfly wings. He pulled back and your heart fluttered at the light in his features.

“We get along pretty well.”

“She hasn’t scarred you yet? That’s a first.”

“I didn’t say that.” He replied with impish jest.

“We...understand one another.” Levi stated simply. You beamed at his comment and gave him a once over, noting his seemingly pristine physical condition.

“You’re doing okay? You look fine.”

“My shoulder is bruised and I feel stiff but that’s it.” He reassured with a spirited flex of his shoulder blades.

Your mouth hung open in incoming speech when a crashing at the base of the stairs followed by two sets of groans interrupted you.

“Dammit Felicia just-place them at the bottom of the stairs. No! See I knew this was going to happen, your arms are the consistency of chicken legs. You could have easily made a second trip from the carriage.” Oma scolded her with fiery disappointment obvious in her tone.

You and Levi exchanged amused glances at the antics below the stairs.

“Levi, are you up here?” Oma called as she ascended to the second floor. You bit your lips in anticipation of your reunion with your grandmother.

“I’m in here.” Levi replied with a squeeze of your hand.

“That foolish girl has just spilled half of her suitcase onto the floor.” The old woman complained as she approached your bedroom. A pair of crutches under one arm and a fresh package of bandages entered your room just before she did.

“I mean, really, she has to be aware that she has the strength of a bumbleb-”

“Hi Oma.” You hiccuped. Your cheerful greeting faded into a whimper at the sight of her. She looked as lively and as lovely as you had last seen her. The crutches fell to the floor with a sharp clatter and she turned to you with wide eyes.

“ Oh , my darling.” She croaked, gliding to your side and smothering you with careful kisses on every corner of your face. Levi pulled away to let the weeping woman embrace her kin. You buried your head into her shoulder and sighed into her familiar cradle.

The beautiful, joyously tearful reunion drove that stake of peculiar familial warmth deeper into Levi’s chest as he silently watched on as Oma and you began to catch up.

“Y/N!” Felicia screamed. She stood at the foot of the bed utterly petrified with relieved shock.

“Hi Felicia.” A grin parted the wetness on your face. She was quick to take you into her arms as well, and held you there as she rambled on about how ecstatic she was that you were awake.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” You said as she pulled away. Your eyes crinkled and her’s mirrored yours.

“All of you.” You added, looking to every one of your earthly angels around you. “What time is it?”

“Half past three.” Oma said, squinting at the clock.

“Aw, I missed my morning coffee.”

The once fragile room was filled with hearty laughter and smiles for the rest of that afternoon.

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After spending the next few hours lazing with second swigs of tea and half eaten dinner plates, Levi gave your interlocked palms a squeeze. He broke away and padded out of the room to give you and Oma much needed alone time. The clanking of porcelain against the sink drew his attention to the kitchen archway and he paused momentarily along his descent.

“It sounds like an earthquake is breaking all of your dishes.” Levi commented dryly. Felicia yelped in surprise, generating even more clanking.

“Eek, I apologize if my cleaning has been bothering you! Oh walls, has it been loud enough to disturb Y/N??” She buzzed in anxiety. Levi threw her a half smile.

“I was joking. Clearly you didn’t take it that way...do you need help?” He said and leaned in the archway to the kitchen.

“O-oh...ahahah.” She sputtered and offered a wiggly, but calmer, grin back. “No, I’m all good here despite the noise. So no need to trouble yourself! Although I know you do love cleaning…”

Levi deadpanned into a single nod and continued out to the front porch. Two rocking chairs perched themselves along the ornate railing as they relished in the feature film that was the evening tulips. The fields were dulled by the blue haze of the encroaching moonlight.

He plopped down into the aged wood and took in his new favorite smell; country air. He had absolutely no idea what he had been missing with the must and dust of the underground and the metallic smell of blood against pine needles outside the walls.

He let time take the backseat to his rocking as he mildly entertained himself by finding shapes in the swaying flowers. His hand absentmindedly fiddled with the contents of his pocket. He sighed contently and brought them out of their cotton resting place and into the open. The two little bands of gold were illuminated against the pale floral sea.

A snort jolted the rings back into his pocket and whipped his head to the source. His body stiffened like an agitated teenager harboring stolen alcohol. Oma had appeared with a pony, a creature of small mousey brown and stout stature. It bore a harness with large wicker baskets hanging from either side of its chubby shoulders.

“Wanna help a brittle old woman with some last minute harvesting? I’m extremely behind on today’s work for obvious reasons." Oma invited with spice in her tone. If she had seen the jewelry, she was very convincing at hiding otherwise. Levi indulged in the rocking chair, creaking back and forth a couple times, before heaving himself up silently.

“It will do you good to get those muscles moving.” She said, patting his good shoulder as he neared. Once he was standing next to her she gripped his collar and yanked it downward. Levi faltered at the unexpected grapple and stumbled backwards. She peeped under the cloth, admiring the progress of her handiwork.

“Looks good still.” She affirmed, playfully snapping the band back and she waltzed into the field. “Damn I’m one hell of a seamstress.”

Levi followed the pony’s hoofprints down the main lane until the house was barely in view. They arrived at a patch of tulips the color of midday sunshine and lemon drop candy.

“Alright, look here boy.” She rubbed her hands together in anticipation. Levi regarded her as she kneeled down in front of her chosen flowers, one of the wicker baskets loyally resting at her side.

“It’s not as simple as pulling the damned thing up, you might tear the bulb out that way. If you do that you owe me whatever I would have earned from the re-cultivation of that tulip.” She sternly explained, sending him daggers in her eyes he had come to recognize held no malice.

Levi watched carefully as she dug out around the base of the stem, twisted gently with a firm grasp, and lifted, effortlessly releasing the flower from its anchor. He kneeled down in his picking area and mimicked her movements. After a couple broken stems and constructive criticism they had fallen into a steady rhythm.

“So...do you want to show me what’s jangling around in your pocket?” Oma inquired with a sly innocence. Levi eyed her with his grasp mid stem. Her features were smug with knowledge.

“You want to see what is inside my pocket?” Levi quipped back as he yanked the flower from its birthplace.

“Uh-huh.”

“Like...lint?” Levi returned matter-of-factly. He was grateful straight facing was his most coveted skill in interrogations such as these.

Oma cackled and blew the excess dirt from her fingertips.

“I saw the rings, Levi. No use playing dumb with me.” She stopped her harvest and gauged him for a reaction.

Levi cleared his throat and continued working.

“How do you know I wasn’t keeping them safe for Erwin’s wedding to his eyebrows?” Levi replied with an even tone. He cringed at his bullshit.

“Now that’s a wedding I’d like to be invited to.” Oma laughed, and Levi couldn’t help but grin at his absolute shitty cover up.

“It doesn’t- didn’t - really matter that much to me. Getting married.” He began as his hand hovered over the wind kissed petals of his next flower. It took a couple of soft sways for him to decide how to articulate his feelings.

“Why should I let a piece of paper, a circlet of metal, and some holy man manifest a promise that I’ve already committed to her myself?”

Oma hummed along in acknowledgment.

“But...realizing how much marriage meant to her made me place my opinions aside and realize I was being selfish in my reservations.”

A grasshopper popped in and out of the columns of stems.

“She’s never made a big deal out of it, but I’m not blind. I see the way she fawns over wedding dresses and how her eyes light up when she sees families on the street.”

His tone grew somber as thoughts of doubt flooded his mind. When the thought of becoming a husband and even a father crossed his mind he shoved them immediately into the darkest corners of his subconscious. But despite those intimate fears, he would never doubt he wanted to make you happy for the rest of his days.

“I want to give Y/N something that she can cherish for a long time in a world where everything we have seems so temporary. And standing through a ceremony celebrating our commitment...I guess isn’t the worst thing I could think of.”

With a slow exhale, he removed the rings from his pocket and held them up. Oma noted he regarded them with the same tenderness he reserved for you. His self awareness and lack of confidence intertwined with the utter devotion she could see he had for you brewed a hearth in her chest.

“Well, congratulations. They’re lovely. She’s going to absolutely love them.” Pure fondness spread through every crevasse in Oma’s face and overwhelmed Levi with domesticity. He averted her gaze and repocketed his trinkets. He grunted awkwardly with a nod.

“Thank you.” She said and began working again.

“For what?” Levi’s brow furrowed as he too resumed.

“For loving her, and receiving her love in return. It sounds like a lot of fairy-tale bullshit and troll scrotums, but love is quite the powerful ally.”

He rose his head to a crinkled smile and he nodded with a half moon of his own on his lips. His smile, however, did not betray the bleakness in his features.

A comfortable silence fell over the two of them as they continued to pluck the beauties from their earthy homes. They eavesdropped on the occasional yowl from a fox and the croaking of toads.

“Do you know what makes a good, sturdy, lively tulip, shorty?” Oma asked as she strong-armed one from the ground. She examined the flower with eyes that Levi’s own vision would never be able to duplicate.

“Water.” He guessed offhandedly, flicking a worm off of the roots of his own flower.

The older woman scoffed at the blandness of his answer.

“If that’s all it took, I’d be richer and my lower back wouldn’t ache like a bitch.” She cackled. “You’ve got the basic idea. But you haven’t even scratched the most important bits.”

Levi’s verbal silence pressed her to continue as he scooted over to the next patch nearest to him.

“First you need rich soil. If you live where that soil is contaminated-ya know too much clay, too little nutrients. Then you need to physically make the soil capable of growing life.” She began with a bulky wheeze as she lifted her basket to reposition herself over her floral children.

“Here, thankfully the soil is loose, airy, and just a bit sandy. But that wasn’t the case at our old place. A downright hard job it was to get those little bastards to grow. But we did.”

“Once you’ve got your soil sorted out, you need the bulbs. Some of the bulbs won’t make it. That’s just how it is. But the ones that do poke their little heads above the ground and leave their dark incubations.”

“Then comes the water.” She looked at him pointedly and he rolled his eyes. “It’s the one constant thing in a tulip’s life that nurtures it into maturity.”

“How versed are you in tulip anatomy?” Oma asked as she held her latest victim up. Levi blinked at her.

“Expertly.”

His sass made her smirk.

“Well, then you’ll know that petals-arguably the most cherished and viewed piece-are a part of the tulip. So is the stamen, pistil, and pedicel.” She lectured while supporting her points with gestures to the places on the plant she was talking about.

“While they are all interconnected with the flower, they aren’t the whole tulip.” She stated. She threw the saffron colored flower in an underhand swoop to Levi who caught it effortlessly. He twirled the soft skin of the largest petals between his thumb and index finger as she talked before tossing it into his own basket.

“There’s a lot nature can teach us about ourselves. I mean we’re all natural beings, even the titans.” She said with pursed lips and swiftly grabbed at the pony’s halter when she saw him mouthing for the buffet in her basket.

“That’s why I’ve stuck with this job for so long. By looking at them, they remind me that my oddities, mistakes, and what-have-you, may linger with me and be a part of me...but they aren’t all of me. There’s still a bulb down there under the earth waiting to re-blossom.”

Levi now understood the depth of her analogy. Normally, if someone was beating around the bush to tell him he needs to cheer up he would have either slammed the door in their face, or their face into the door. But this didn’t feel like that. Her words seeped into his heart and rested there in what he could only begin to grasp as...parental warmth.

“That’s what you need to do to help yourself, I’ve learned. To cultivate learning to live with yourself and then in turn others.” She sighed as she pressed the disturbed soil back into place.

When Levi looked down, his hands were suddenly so small and so caked in dirt. But not dirt from the fields. No, it was an oily, slick dirt that tasted like oxidized metal when he ate stale bread from them.

“Tulips don’t live forever even though they blossom every year. Life could not exist without death, and it only hurts yourself to deny mortality in you and in others. It only makes you suffer, not the loved ones that have passed before you or the ones that slipped through your fingers.”

He was shaking like he used to when his malnourished body constantly teetered on the edge of starvation. His bony wrists buckled under the immense weight of the flower and it tumbled to the ground in front of him. He wore a once expensive sleeping gown gifted to his mother by one of her regulars. It was clearly for her, but she had given it to her poor son to provide him with that extra warmth when she was too sick to wrap him in her love herself. It was tattered and stained from years of wear. But it still smelled of her.

“Everyone and everything in this world of ours must die. Life is a precious gift with that knowledge. And a gift so precious can’t be wasted on beating yourself down for existing, for living . Self proclaimed demons and mistakes in all.”

Levi felt the childish pressure of tears building behind his eyes. He wished to choke out a whine, to let them burst out, to feel the safety of his mother’s chest against his wet cheeks instead of her lifeless embrace. He felt the tantrum of frustration at all of this emotion he kept so expertly under lock and key. His bare toes sank into the flowers behind him as he knelt on the soil just as he did the cramped trailer where he resided when his mother worked in their room.

He finally felt like a child in the presence of a mother’s comfort. Oma’s consolation brought back that gangly, mute, shelled boy. The boy who had to grow up into a man overnight, surrounded by reflections in knives and last words as screams. The boy who never had the chance to cry it out about foolish things like his mother not being able to take him on a walk through the city, like his bloated belly eating itself instead of dinner, like never being able to see the sun. The boy who was always the pillar for others and never had a guardian to stroke his head and tell him that better days are coming.

“I’m rambling like this because I see the intense self loathing in you that I used to feel for myself-” She half chuckled to make light of her weighted words. The dry laugh faded into the air with the rest of her sentence when she gazed upon him. Her smile dropped as bubbling tears cascaded over his dark bottom lashes.

“Oh, my dear.” Oma gasped out a breathy coo. She instantly dropped her basket, not caring if her naughty pony ate some of her crop. She flew to him; her knees before his and her hand pressing his head to her shoulder. Her other arm rubbed ginger ovals into his back that urged him to crumple into her strong embrace.

For a moment, he wondered if this is what his mother would have felt like if she hadn’t been so frail. He could only guess that this is the feeling he had missed. The childhood was never nurtured into him. The childhood he had forsaken for survival. And in a twisted way, he was now more than ever thankful for the horrors of his youth as he nestled into Oma’s loving arms. Because he was beginning to understand that his own life was precious. Not just yours or Oma’s or Felicia’s or Erwin’s or Petra’s or everyone he fought for.

She was right, and Levi was too prideful to tell her how grateful he was for her in this moment.

“I.” He fought to swallow his shame in his childish behavior, but the soft strokes of her fingers through his hair and the solace in his chest at her gentle rocking plunged it down his esophagus.

“I needed to hear that.” His voice quivered into the puffy fabric of her shoulder.

"We all do." Oma hummed and continued her ministrations, allowing him to tearfully bleed a lifetime of juvenile sorrows onto her and out of him.

Maybe he did need to let his withered leaves and wilted colors fall from his body, leaving him with just his skeleton and his heart.

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The creaking of the wood under his boots was the only sound in the dim darkness of the newborn night as he made his way upstairs. He paused at your door, glancing in to see you tucked back under the sheets. A half smile carried him back to his temporary chambers to wash up. He managed to fully wash the silt from under his fingernails and his knuckles while still keeping Oma's comfort there.

When he deemed himself fully cleansed, he slunk through the crack in your doorway without causing the hinges on the old wood to groan. He deftly sat in the chair still positioned next to your form. His eyes softened at the slight twitch of your nose and your steady breaths.

Just as he began admiring the warm glow of life rising back up into your skin, your eyelashes fluttered in greeting.

“Did I wake you?” He whispered, his voice devoid of anything but airy tenderness.

You shook your head, the plushness of your pillow swallowing your face then regurgitating it up.

“No, I was just resting my eyes.” You blatantly lied through a smile that was blinding in comparison to the muted candle light.

“I’ve slept too much these past few days. I don’t want to right now…” You began with the saddest attempt at a pout Levi had ever witnessed. Just speaking that sentence already almost sent you into another deep slumber.

“Then just keep resting your eyes then, instead of sleeping.” Levi whispered as you trailed off in obvious exhaustion. He pressed his hand to your forehead, blissfully cool from the tap water, and moved your hair away. In its place, his lips placed the sweet hum of affectionate proximity on your skin.

You registered the chair rubbing against the floorboards through the incoming sleep.

“Will you stay, Levi?” You asked, doe eyes blinking up through the gray.

You didn’t even have to ask him.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

You felt the bed dip to your left. He settled in beside you on his side, his arm a firm resting place for his head as he gazed upon you through the night veil. He didn’t draw you to him as he usually would. It would scar him if he selfishly undid the hard work of Oma and Felicia. For now, just basking in the aura of your wellbeing was enough of a security blanket. You weakly shifted so your head was perched in his direction.

The two of you laid in silent fear of sleep. You didn’t want your beautiful little angel to carry you back into the void. Levi didn’t want his demons to vouch all of this as a practical joke and take you from him when he rose the next morning.

“Levi.”

“Hmm?”

“You called her Oma.” You mumbled, finally relenting into the arms of rest.

“I did.”

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One Day At A Time - Jensen x Reader

A/N: Part Two! As always, feedback is incredible. And, I hope you all enjoy <3

PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Widower!Jensen. Grieving process. Age Gap. Character pregnancy. Unrequited feelings. I believe that is all.

Word Count: Roughly 3,200

“Jared!” You screeched just in time to find your body thrown in the air. You didn't let go, tugging the large, heavy weight in after you. The water rushed around your form. Cradling your fall. An angry cry left your lips as you surfaced. Glaring at your friend as he shook out his shaggy, dark hair. “You're such a shit.”

The sound of kids shouting out their own war cries sounded before they followed. The noise was enough to diffuse the mini war for a moment. They were careening their bodies into the water one at a time. Six cannonballs of various sizes.

“Teach you to sass,” He cackled, wincing every so slightly as you splashed at him in mock outrage. You dodged Shep as you bolted away from him; kicking your feet hard enough that Jared couldn't see well enough to dive at you until you had some distance between your bodies.

“Gen!” Before you could bring his wife into the mix, you were tackled again. Losing your shout in the liquid. Jared's unnatural length had given him the advantage. Again.

“They're going to kill each other,” Jensen muttered to Genevieve at the grill. Watching the scene from the corner of his eye. He'd refused to bet on who would come out on top. Both of you were too determined to end the mutual torture amicably.

“The kids will break it up before it gets there.” She answered with a grin as she watched your leg hook Jared's. The towering height was a disadvantage for the first time as you yanked the limb upwards with your entire strength. It slowed him down. His arms couldn't quite reach you before you threw him off balance. Crashing his bulk backwards. Creating waves that all six kids rode out. The high pitched betting on who would be winner making the brow rise towards his friend's wife. “Or maybe not,” The devilish smile on her love's face made her tsk in shame.

The hiatus-bearded forty four year old beside her stopped watching the meat for a moment. Focusing on his best friend and his nanny. You had promised yourself wouldn't leave. It had been just over two years since Danneel had passed away, and you'd kept your word.

For not knowing how to care for other people full time, you'd figured it out in a hurry. Ouchies were bandaged. Homework was helped. Food was prepared just in time for everyone to slink out of the rooms. You'd gone above and beyond. Taking up a housekeeper role, even. No one could have asked for a better person to fill what had been needed.

“He takes her out? He has kid duty.” Jensen warned; his own grin covered as he took a swig of his beer to compose himself. A recent habit he'd invested in when it came to anything involving you. Too many people found themselves asking questions. He didn't want to answer them.

“Fair enough,” She shrugged as she watched Jared toss you like you were a rag doll. “Overgrown children. The both of them.”

“Keeps life a little interesting,” He acknowledged easily. It really had. Helped keep it all lighthearted when things were anything but. It'd helped him survive the worst thing he'd ever experienced. “They're too busy pranking each other to turn their wiles on us, nowadays.” That brought up Gen's brow.

“She's given you wiles, huh?” Her own drink was brought to her lips to keep her face as neutral as could as she watched her friend turn the deadly chromatic gaze her way. Looking for a sign that would tell him to keep his mouth shut. He didn't find anything. Being in the acting business had its perks, and cons, when it came to their friendship.

“She's decided that I'm too serious, lately,” He grumbled. Finger quotes and all. Pulling on the years of playing Dean Winchester for a way to express his displeasure with adequate emphasis. He'd long ago accepted that the Winchester would pop his head up whenever he needed him to. Almost eighteen years on the job did that to a man. “She gets the kids in on the plots. Got Jared in on a few before they turned on each other.”

Jared had eagerly adopted a new victim in his favorite sport. Jensen had lost the urge to get down and dirty years ago. After an incident that may, or may not have, involved stink bombs in a trailer. He reserved his angst for Misha and other cast members. However, that didn't mean that he didn't enjoy watching his best friend meeting his match.

It was nearly as explosive as when him and Jared had been younger. The only thing that prevented a forced truce was the amount of space and time apart that you two experienced. It never had a chance to build up and become deadly. Or, that's what everyone was counting on, anyway.

“Did it work?” The Winchester's bitch face was turned her way. Two could play the acting game. She just read it better, “So, it did.”

“It's been two years. I don't need checked on, constantly,” He grumbled. Taking another swig as he flipped the burgers and hot dogs. She wasn't quite sure if he was talking about you or her nosing about.

“Jensen-”

“I'm fine, Gen...Really...I'm great.” She didn't look nearly convinced. Impatiently waiting for him to continue. He didn't disappoint. Unleashing the verbal diarrhea in a torrent after a moment of silence. He'd been stewing for too long. “She just...she's something else.” That seemed to catch her attention even more.

“Are you two fighting?” The question was carefully let out, ensuring that he knew she wasn't trying to push too hard. Simply expressing a bit of concern.

“No,” He scoffed. Despite that it's actually what he'd tried to enact more than once. You were just unshakeable. “She's just...she's always there, you know?” He sounded weak to his own ears, but that didn't stop the word vomit leaving his lips. “And she's always... on top of everything. God forbid I tell her what to do.” Every thing that had been itching at his nerves burst forth. “That's another thing! She isn't intimidated. At all. I told her to take a day off, or she's canned. What'd she do? She laughed. Laughed!” He was going to lose his mind over the saucy nanny. That much he was sure on.

“And you don't like that?” Gen's teasing tone made him mentally kick himself in the ass. His long suffering parent face came out at that. She missed the point. “Sounds like the perfect nanny if I'd ever heard of one.”

“She's not just a nanny,” He was aware that he sounded like a sulking child. It made his shoulders straighten even more. His voice deepening in frustration. “She joined the damn family. When she shouldn't've had to. Y/N was supposed to get back on her feet, and moved on.”

The lingering guilt came forward. You hadn't wanted to be trapped in role. Yet, there you were. All for his family's benefit. His benefit.

“Doesn't seem to bother her,” Genevieve noted, nodding her head subtly towards the scene in the pool.

You'd gathered reinforcements. Jensen's three helped you knock Jared under the water again while his own children simply cackled around the attack zone. All it took was a simple bribe from their chief to get them to join in on the battle. Suddenly, the pool erupted into full blown war fare.

Waves crashed over the edge. Floaties went flying through the air. But, everyone knew their limits. Tenderly, you all rode the thin line that would lead to death as you wrestled in the chlorinated pit.

“It should,” He grumbled. It had at one time. The memory of you insisting that you couldn't fill the void echoed in his brain. People didn't change that much. No, if you were okay with it? There was a reason. And there was only one he could piece together enough to make some kinda sense. “She's using us for a crutch. She should be out there. Looking to start her own family.”

He'd painted the image in his mind. Clear as day, it danced there. He could see you in a bar, taking a down night. Later, with your own family after you'd stumbled into some nice good looking chap who'd appreciate you. God knows that you'd earned it.

“Ever think that she doesn't want to?” The idea was dismissed before she even finished it. After all, what woman didn't want someone of their own? “She's a big girl, Jensen...She can decide when she's ready.”

“You don't always get to choose,” His answer was softer that time. Thinking of the turn his life had taken. “You don't always get time.”

His own lack of time still haunted him more than he'd acknowledge. Jensen had wanted forever. Instead, he'd gotten a sliver of it. Best damn sliver of his life, but still. It hadn't been enough. He wanted his wife back. Wanted the life they'd been denied.

“I know,” She would have offered him a hug if his expression hadn't turned back to the mulish expression that often resided in his character's face at the soft words. It was his way of coping. Emotions turned deadly. He wouldn't- couldn't give into it. Not in front of the kids, anyway. Alone in his room was a different story. “Have you tried actually talking to her?”

“She treats me like one of the kids,” He muttered with a soft scowl that made Gen bite back a laugh. “Actually, that's not true. I get lower. She gives the kids more attention when they take up a problem with her.” The sulking was back in full force as he nudged at the meat, once again. It was the one trait of yours that drove him crazy. That easy dismissal of his concerns.

“I can talk to her-”

“No,” His head jerked her way in dismay. He didn't want anyone fighting his battles. Didn't want you to feel that he was forcing you out. “No,” He cleared his throat; this time speaking more calmly. “I'll figure something out...providing Jared doesn't kill her.” His eyes locked onto your form as you tried to tackle the bigger man, and failed. Laughing as you were tossed around like a rag doll.

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“I still have water in my ears,” You grumbled back at the Ackle's fortress. Trying to dislodge the liquid by shaking your head. It was useless. You'd have to pull out the cotton balls and rubbing alcohol to try and draw it out. “Your friend is wicked.”

“You started it,” Jensen shot back, setting the dish he'd dried back into the cupboard.

They'd been discarded from that morning, before the small get together. Going to sleep with a dirty sink had turned into one of your pet peeves. So, there you were. At midnight. Cleaning dishes next to your employer and friend...of sorts.

“Fair point,” You relented, passing him the pan you'd just rinsed.

After nearly three years? You'd had no problem taunting the man who'd once intimidated you. The puppy-like beast could truly do damage if he wanted. Jared simply never had the desire to inflict permanent harm. Rather stuck to temporary discomfort.

And, you loved every bit of it. It made you feel welcomed. Placed on equal footing, despite the fact that you were the furthest thing from famous.

“I think it's time to replace this thing,” Jensen muttered as he shifted the thinning towel to a dry spot to work on the metal more.

“I can do this on my own, you know.” You pointed out without malice. After all, that's what you were paid to do. A job that you didn't particularly mind, either.

“Figured Jared kicked your ass enough, today.” The wry grin made your eyes roll before you turned away. Ignoring the way his chuckle made your stomach knot.

It wasn't a new feeling. Simply one that you couldn't focus on. He'd had that soul deep kinda connection that you longed for before. So rare that you doubted you'd ever find it. Not only was he still madly in love with Danneel. But, there was also the issue of him handing over a paycheck weekly. Even if you were willing to bend the rules a bit? He wouldn't. So, you turned back to what you could focus on. The dishes.

“I can take it from here,” You returned when you gathered your wits back to where they belonged. It took longer than you had liked. “Besides, you have a flight in the morning. You should get some sleep.”

“Sure thing, mom.” His dry tone was telling enough. You were being blown off. “You sure you can handle them on your own?”

His anxiety over the trip was both endearing and frustrating. On one hand, you understood it. The kids were his everything. He hadn't left their side for longer than a few hours since they'd lost their mother. On the other, it almost hurt that there wasn't enough trust built up to give him relief for a single weekend. To let you step in and care for his family as if they were your own. Hadn't you already proven your worth?

“I'll be fine,” You waved him off with a sudsy hand. Blowing him off as easily as he had your concern. He and Dee had raised some pretty fantastic kids before you'd stepped in. They'd stay that way over two days without their dad. You'd make sure of it. “You need some time to yourself, Jay.”

“When do you ever get that?” He pointed out, jumping on his opening. Your eyes rolled back so far that it was painful. Rehashing the now familiar argument.

“I'm starting to think that you're trying to get rid of me,” His horrified look your way was ignored as you pressed your point home. Making him understand exactly how it was coming across each time he pushed. “If you don't want me around-”

“Did I say that?” The answer was so Dean that you had to bite back the chuckle. He'd only get more worked up, again, if you did. So, you resisted the urge. The kids were out. Neither of you wanted to wake them. “I just think that you need a getaway- one that doesn't include my kids.”

“Are you kidding? What fun is it to go to the beach on your own?” You'd joined the family on their excursions. Everything from the family vacations to trips to conventions. You'd even stayed in Toronto when it came time to film Supernatural. Ensuring that Jensen hadn't needed to worry for a second about his children. Instead, he'd begun to direct it towards you. “I'm not missing much. Trust me. Been there. Done that.”

“Are you still hung up on-”

“I should have never told you that story,” You muttered before he could finish. He'd never forgotten. Or let you forget that you'd confided in him. It was the first thing that had made him give you a second look. “I have bad taste, Jensen. Notoriously bad taste.” He wasn't going to argue there. The guy in question was a douche. “I'm not bringing anything like that home with me, again. There's not enough sage in the world to get rid of that kind of energy. You really should thank me.” A sad smile lined Jensen's face. Danneel had been known to burn a bundle as needed. The tradition had lived on, even just for memories sake.

“Yeah,” He cleared his throat. Taking the hint, finally. “I shouldn't push.” The look on your face said that you agreed. Silence ensued as the nightly chore was wrapped up before you went your separate ways. The issue only held away for another day.

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“We're good. Go have fun,” You winked over the snapchat. Jensen could see all the girls in the back. Odette had taken the place of Zeppelin for the night. The boys were all with Gen. The children's own request.

You pulled away from your face to record the dance party that was taking place to Little Mix's Salute. Makeup covered all their little faces haphazardly. Your own face carried the telling marks of a young child's heavy handedness. Boas and frilly pink pajamas filled the room. All had embraced their inner female, looking remarkably fierce as they yelled the lyrics.

You ended it with a little lip sync action and your own, half-assed salute. He found himself replaying it for the simple, wide smile on your face as you turned away in the end. You'd seemed happier than he'd expected. His fingers rubbed over the bridge of his nose. Maybe you and Gen had a point.

“Dude, you okay?” Jared's shoulder jostled his best friend lightly, making the shorter one jerk away from his phone. When he glanced back, his reflection stared back at him. A flower crown rested over his forehead. His back straightened as he locked the screen, and tucked the device back in his pocket.

“Fine,” He answered easily. His hand ran through his hair. A simple tell. “Y/N was just checking in.”

“It's hard to be away from them,” The understanding tone made Jensen's tension fall a bit. It was ridiculous to even try to hide it from Jared. “I get it, man.” The large hand clasped against his arm. “If you want to bail, I'll find a way to cover-”

“I can't do that to the fans,” He shook his head. They'd all been so patient. So damn sweet after he'd lost Danneel. They deserved more than him flaking out. Again. “No, she's got it.” A crooked side smile pulled up his face, “Besides, Gen would kill me if I left you alone. You're practically bursting at the seams.”

“Am not,” The little shit eating grin said otherwise. A look that called bull was the only response he got. “Okay, but number four being on the way is kind of a big deal.” Fatherly pride was contagious.

“Yeah, man, it is.” With a sigh, Jensen pulled himself together. Determined to fall back into old patterns as much as he still could.

Years ago, Danneel and him had said they were done. Hell, even on live TV. Yet, so had Jared and Gen. There was no predicting how life would go. What turns would come forward.

Jensen was happy for his friend. Hell, his brother. He'd be there for them and the kid. Just as they had for him and his brood. But, it didn't settle the pit in his gut.

His focus lingered on the what ifs that life had left him with. Where would they all be if that car accident hadn't happened? Would the man who'd hit her be behind bars for someone else? He even found himself wondering if he'd have a fourth baby if Danneel was still alive...

Part Three

ODAAT: @winchester-ofthe-lord

Dean/Jensen: @akshi8278 @screechingartisancashbailiff

Forever: @dean-winchesters-bacon @supernaturalginger @lilulo-12 @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce @malfoysqueen14

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betweenthetimeandsound · 2 months ago

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Hello everybody!

For the past few months, I've used the chapter titles from Pictures and Tears: A History of People Who Have Cried in Front of Paintings to inspire my work. It was a fun experience, and I hope you guys experience the same!

Untitled (Hot pink and virulent flames, come back and kiss my face!)--"crying at nothing but colors"

Untitled (I taste shrimp as if they were just caught from the sea)--"crying no one can understand"

Untitled (Sand flies, a butterfly emerges from the heat wave.)--"crying from chromatic waves"

Untitled (Heavenly fire rains down again!)--"crying because you've been hit by a lightning bolt"

"Persephone returns, but with scars in her eyes"--"weeping over bluish leaves"

Untitled (A paled tongue and an erect back makes not...)--"the ivory tower of tearlessness"

Untitled (A bullet in a dove shatters a wing as if it were a peach tree.)--"false tears over a dead bird"

Untitled (Sunlight dances on black and white tiles...)--"crying because time passes"

Untitled (I stopped believing in anything...)--"weeping, watching the Madonna weep"

Untitled (A trail of smoke emerges from a golden dress...)--"crying at God"

Ayla--"sobbing in lonely mountains"

Untitled (A girl waits on the edge of time...)--"“crying at the empty sea of faith”

#poetry #my poetry #poets on tumblr #poetry on tumblr #writing prompts #Pictures and Tears: A History of People Who Have Cried in Front of Paintings #writeblr #i'm not good at coming up with titles aren't i?#any ideas for any of them?#which one of these poems is your favorite?

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pepziglassknot · 5 years ago

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Have Faith in ME

Aged up Pro Hero! Katsuki Bakugo

Based off of: A Day to Remember- Have Faith in Me

WARNING: Angst (eventual little fluff and big happy ending). Cursing. Mentions of death. General warning about injuries.

Bakugo x Reader

Readers quirk: Touchable Telekinesis

-Katsuki and reader have been together since their last year of highschool. Y/N is one of the top rescue and emergency force heroes. The night Katsuki and his fiance(e) have a fight, y/n immediately rushes out to answer an emergency call.

Hero name: Mega-Force

Word Count: 1.8k

Part 1 | (p2 coming soon!) |

“I’m not being reckless dammit! I’m doing my job Y/N. SAVING PEOPLE?” His voice was hoarse, body covered in dirt and dried blood. “Being reckless is almost blasting your arms off Katsuki! You tried doing everything by yourself and now you can barley hold your own weight up. Why are you acting like this? Of all times??” Y/N wasn’t afraid to challenge Ground Zero back. So when their fiance almost goes and kills himself for the fifth time this month, they don’t feel the need to hold back on sharing exactly how they were feeling. “I thought you stopped all this non-sense two years ago, you were working so well with the other heroes.” Mentioning his coworkers must have set off a fuse as the blond forcefully struggled to stand up and try to push past you. “I did what I had to do, that’s it. Drop it.” The bedroom suddenly felt still, Katsuki’s voice had been stern and bitter. “I’m going to go shower. Just....just leave me alone.” This evenings fight started the moment he came home looking half dead and broken, and seemed to be coming to an end late into the night. Y/n could only watch on as the banged up hero trudged down their carpeted hall and into the shower room. Their breath was only released when the door was slammed shut, the echo of Katsuki’s anger sounding through the cold apartment.

Why was it like this? It didn’t used to be. What changed?

“Damn you Katsuki...” Y/n was quick to try and hold down their frustration, walking out to the kitchen to turn the water heater on. Even if they were mad, confused and maybe hurt, how could they not turn on the hot water? Any good fiance(e) would at least make sure their partner was comfortable. “FUCK, the water!” His voice rang out again, the shower room door slamming against the wall.

“I GOT IT.”

After a few moments, only the sound of the door closing again showed they were acknowledged. This was tiring.

Standing in the kitchen, a small stove light was all that illuminated the dark and lonely kitchen. The soft warm glow gently shined against the engagement ring as y/n finally felt the tension in their muscles release. Why did their face feel wet? Blurry vision? Impossible. They must have been tired. There was no reason to be crying right now. When did Y/n start crying? “It’s fine, it’s fine. Everything is going to be okay. It will be.” Their voice was so sore and barley audible. Flashes of all the fights the both of them had been having over the past few months started to drown y/n’s mind. The tingling of reasoning was etched into their thoughts, they knew exactly why these fights started. Katsuki was stressed with Hero work and getting married. Y/n was stressed with the exact same thing, the difference was Katsuki was pushing himself away through it all. Why was he so afraid to just open up again? Why couldn’t he just tell them what was bothering him so much?

Using the nearby sink, Y/n splashed cold water onto their face in an attempt to sooth the warm and burning skin around their swollen eyes. With arms supporting their body against the end of the sink, the sound of dripping water was soothing and grounding.

With Katsuki, the sound of running water hitting the tiles helped drown out any of his racing thoughts as his heart tried to slow down. Even the great Bakugo Katsuki knew that this was wrong, that these fights were unnecessary and just made the situation worse. He just....he couldn’t help it. Y/n just couldn’t understand...they couldn’t see everything, that’s all. Eventually they will be able to. He just had to be patient until then, which god dammit he knew he wasn’t even doing that right. “Shit.....shit...shit.” mutters escaped through Katsuki’s clenched teeth, his weakened body leaning against the wall for support. If the evening had gone differently, maybe he and y/n could have shared a shower together with a nice bath. They could have ended the night in a warm and welcoming bed together. There were still some nights like this, but they were slowly being spread out and thinned. He hated it. He loathed it with a passion.

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It had been an hour now, so Katsuki must have been taking a long soak in the tub.

“I said I’d never let you go, and I never did...” you sang quietly to yourself, the random american rock song playing through your head. It was one that Kirishima had introduced to you and Katsuki when he gifted the both of you some of his favorite cds. The bedroom was cold, so you kept yourself tucked under the warm and soft covers of your bed. With bedside lamps on, there was enough light in the room to read some of the books that your fiance kept beside the bed. Even now the young hero still enjoyed retiring to a somewhat early night. Books were his usual go to wind down for the day, followed by small chatter and a kiss goodnight. Just the thought of your soon to be husband brought a small and tired smile to your face. “Oh Kats....” I miss you. “Good, you aren’t asleep yet.” You jumped a bit from your book, quickly looking up to see Katsuki at the entrance of your shared bedroom. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, and his hair was still dripping wet. “Yeah...I am. I wanted to wait for you.”

With a simple nod, the tired but refreshed male stepped into the room to further dry up and change into his nightwear. Quietly watching on, you set the book back where it belonged and adjusted the covers around you.

Silence.

How long would it last? “Katsuki I-” He seemed to perk up from his dresser when his name was called, but the both of you were interrupted by a loud and consistent beeping. “The hell?” You eyes widen a bit, hurriedly jumping out of bed to jog over beside your....beside Katsuki. Your work communicator that you kept on the dresser was going off with the emergency alarm and flashing yellow lights. You both share a quick glance before you slip on the device and answer the call.

“Mega-Force! An Emergency in Tokyo sector A. The villain has already been apprehended, but the damage has continued to progress and become even more hazardous.” This must have been from the villain Katsuki was fighting along with the other pro heroes! “You are being requested to help lead the effort of maintaining and preventing further damage to buildings and civilians.”

You were usually only called on for big emergencies, Katsuki knew this too.

“Mega-Force, confirming Request. TOA fifteen minuets.” “Request Confirmed. Information and instructions are being sent to you now. Message Over.”

“Y/n wait-”

“I’m sorry, I have to go. You heard the message Kats.” You were already getting undressed, throwing open your drawer as you slipped on some leggings and a sports bra. “I know but..please dammit, just wait a second!”

“I can’t! I can’t waste time, what if more people get hurt??” leaping over the bed, you quickly find and step into your suit container.. ((Think Tony Start and his Nano-technology.)) Waves of deep chromatic blue, black and gold start to shimmer over your body before you hero costume is outfitted. The only skin that was left bare were your hands, a small cut off area around your collar bone, and your arms all the way up to the end of your shoulders. This was to maximize your ability to use your quirk.

“Look, I know you already know it but I’m-”

“Katsuki.” Within moments, you’re standing back in front of your fiance. The small hints of worry and uncertainty on his face bring you some peace. He still loves me, cares about me.

“You don’t have to say it. It’ll be fine. I’m always safe. We’ll have trained teams out there like always. Have faith in me.” The last bit you spoke struck a cord with the Bakugo.

. He watched now as you slipped on some of your protective gear and your head piece. “Don’t wait up, It’ll probably be an all nighter okay? There’s some dinner in the fridge and you know where the medical supplies are. I’m sorry I can’t help you with that. See you soon.” Just as your about to leave, you feel a firm grip pull at your forearm. “Y/n.” Katsuki kept his stance, the image of you in your hero uniform burning into his mind. You were about to do real hero work, he should know best how serious this was. But..for some damn reason there was a small pang in his gut that yelled at him to not let you go. In the few silent moments you shared together, one of your hands reached up to cup the battered one on your arm. “It’ll be okay. I had faith in you coming home to me, so..just do the same for me...” with a few quick steps you wrapped your arms around the warm and now clean smelling man, Katuski doing the same as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “I know.” his voice was quiet. “I mean it, I’ll see you soon Kats.” “See you soon sparks.” With that, you were off and out of the room. Just in the bedroom he could hear the front door open then quickly shut closed. He was alone. Katsuki knew that he wasn’t being called forth because of his direct involvement with the Villain earlier that day. All the hero’s who helped take down the sucker were given the next few days off to heal and get back on track. For a little while he had hoped that he could use these days to finally see you. To actually talk to you and have more than just a few minuets and a good night kiss. Sure he understood how busy hero work could get, but that didn’t stop him from at least feeling a little guilty for having spent so much time away from HIS fiance(e). Logically, he came to the conclusion that this mission would at max last two days -if even that- which meant he would have a day with you. “Grr...that’s fine. IT’s fine.” We just need to talk, not yell. We need to stop yelling.... Maybe then I can try explaining all these emotions I've been feeling.

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whumpster-fire · 4 years ago

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@just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi posted this awesome prompt about slicing a merfolk’s finger webbing, which inspired me to do this. I’m crediting by link-back instead of reblogging because this is technically minor whump and I don’t know whether you’re comfortable with, like, having that as a direct reply to your post or what the best etiquette for crediting inspiration is. I apologize if I’m doing this wrong!

Anyway, I’ve been on a dragon kick lately so I wrote about dragons instead of mers.

Dragon Fun Fact: If a dragon’s wings look like this, it won’t be able to fly!

It would be simply awful if some person or persons were to do this to a dragon. It would be a shame. I cannot endorse mutilating a sapient being in such a cruel and inhumane way. Especially not if it’s just a little wyrmling. Sure, it’s a powerful, dangerous, intelligent creature, not like a defenseless human child, but it’s still the equivalent of a child, and it would be wrong to -

Wait... did you say it’s a chromatic dragon?

Oh. My mistake. Never mind, it’s fine, the little bastard deserves it. That’s what it gets for stealing sheep, and robbing travelers, and starting that forest fire that ended up spreading and destroying people’s homes and livelihoods. The one survivor of the last party of militiamen that went up into the mountains to try to stop it said after they wounded it it burned the whole forest around them out of sheer spite. Even cut off their escape routes, trapped them downwind of the flames. Dragons are spiteful, ruthless, vicious. The damned thing even enslaved that entire goblin tribe, made it do their dirty work and give them treasure so it wouldn’t eat them - not that gobbos are innocent either, that’s why they weren’t given any mercy, can’t have them living in the woods raiding the villages either - but it’s the principal of the thing.

CW for: Monster whump, minor whump, fantastic racism, torture, mutilation, wing whump, sickness, poisoning, emeto, child abuse/death mention, execution, ambiguous ending.

Evil, cruel, vicious, greedy monsters. The avarice of a dragon is legendary. You know, they found enough gold and silver in its cave to buy the whole town twice times over - just hoarding all that wealth even though it had no use for it. Now it’s back in the right hands: by law after expenses one third goes to the crown, one sixth to the Duke, and one twelfth each to the Baron, the Lord Mayor, and the Church’s tithe, and the rest is divided among the soldiers with a double share going to the families of the ones the beast killed. Hopefully they spend it on better arms and armor, there’s another peasant revolt a few days away - something about the taxes being too high and the levies for the war - you know how these frontier towns are, never grateful for being protected.

Good men died fighting that dragon - family men, with wives and kids back home to feed. Hell, some of ‘em were barely boys, so no kids, just mothers and fathers and sweethearts. Look - I know I mentioned the levies but don’t get the wrong idea, it’s not like the crown’s just sending people’s sons off to die against their will. Mostly it’s second and third sons joining up. You know how it is, no inheritance, so they sign up to make their fortunes or die trying - and dragon slaying does pay well - it’s like being in the first wave through the breach in a siege, if you’re brave enough to face that monster and lucky enough to live to tell about it, you can buy yourself a good few acres, enough for a hardworking man who’s still got all his limbs to make a comfortable living for life. Or it’ll pay for a few full nights at a brothel.

But dragons aren’t like that: they don’t care for their own like humans do. If a female’s already got a full nest of mouths to feed and there’s more eggs coming they’ll just lay them someplace out of the way and forget about them - or sometimes they’ll keep some of them but leave the runts to fend for themselves. Or if a stronger male moves in on her terf she’ll chase the youngsters away since the males’ll kill ones that aren’t their own... yes, yes, I know about John’s stepdad - sorry John. But I have to stress that that’s extremely unusual in humans - really, you too Rob? I’m so sorry, I never knew. Oh - and Derek? Your sister? Really? Oh, Gods... anyway, I was talking about dragons. Heartless creatures. Disgusting. This one was probably abandoned, luckily.

Don’t feel sorry for it, though. Dragons are self-sufficient. They’re deadly from the day they hatch, their hearts as cold and ruthless as their flames are hot. And they’re crafty, too. It’s been pretending to cry out for its mother. Bluffing. Trying to act like there’s a greater threat. But most of the soldiers don’t know a word of their language, and the ones who do are smart enough to know you can’t trust a damn word a dragon says. No one’s coming to save it.

You can’t trust a dragon. Not a chromatic, especially not a Red. It doesn’t matter if it’s begging for its life – that makes it even more dangerous. A dragon always avenges every slight, every defeat, every humiliation. If you let it go it’ll come back and burn the whole damn town to the ground. If it gets away and survives and grows up it’ll always remember. It’ll track you down – it’ll track your children, your grandchildren down and kill them in their sleep if they inherit so much as one wretched piece of silver from its hoard. That’s how greedy, how possessive, a dragon is. It’s not a child, it’s a monster. It’s lucky that it took the bait of going after the poisoned meat. Dragons are smart, but they’re arrogant, they don’t think anyone else could possibly outsmart them, and they love to prove how superior they are. That’s their downfall.

And it was a really clever strategy by the baron, you see. Declare that he’s having a grand feast in honor of the dragonslayers’ arrival, and that anyone poaching the prize lambs chosen for his table will be put to death – put them in a locked barn with armed guards and all. Now a grown dragon probably wouldn’t fall for that but an arrogant wyrmling? It could hardly resist! The guards shoot a few arrows but they run off for reinforcements as soon as the dragon attacks them, but by then it’s already made off with one lamb and torched the rest. And the poison’s clever too – a new concoction the royal alchemists came up with. It’s harmless to humans, but when it’s exposed to a firedrake’s stronger body heat it activates.

Mind you the poison was supposed to kill it, not just make it sick, but it did weaken it enough that it couldn’t fly, although it still put up a hell of a fight. Bloody fiend killed four men before they got it in the net, three more wish they’d been among the four. It’s a monster, a savage. After what it’s done – well, a human who murdered royal soldiers wouldn’t get a quick, clean death either. But seeing it just flapping around trying to fly was what gave them the idea.

The dragon deserves to have its wings sliced to bloody ribbons. It deserves to be bound in chains and muzzled so it can’t breathe fire, and dragged through the town square on horseback and left chained up for a bit while the townsfolk throw stones at it. It deserves to be starved until it’s desperate enough to choke down rotten meat – dragonfire doesn’t really cook things too thoroughly, just chars the outside, and if it’s bad enough even a dragon can’t stomach it. Think of all those farmers who can’t put food on the table because of it. Think of those soldiers who’ll be begging for scraps after their share of the loot runs out. It deserves to have the townsfolk laugh at the so called powerful, superior being while it pukes its guts out like some stray cat that’s eaten a three-day-old fish head.

Dragons are sadistic. They’re cruel. They toy with their prey, they revel in the pain and suffering of other beings that they, in their hubris, think are better than them. That’s why it’s so satisfying to see one put in its place, brought down to the level of us “lowly” humans. I once heard of a dragon that kidnapped a woman for ransom, but she begged and cried to go home so much that the dragon got so annoyed it changed its mind. It promised her it’d take her right back to her own cottage, and true to its word, it flew her there… and dropped her on it from the Gods know how high in the air. The guy who told my the story says she hit the chimney dead on, and one of her legs and a few organs he didn’t look close enough to identify ended up in the fireplace. That’s why I keep saying you can never trust a dragon. You can’t trust it when it says it just wants to go home. The sleeping potion’s not all the way worn off yet, perhaps it hasn’t realized where it is. I suppose it deserves some credit for picking up so much of our tongue so fast.

See, we’re true to our word. This may not be its lair – only a fool would let a dragon go back there – but we let it go free, right there on the mountaintop where a sharp-eyed shepherd first saw it looking down on him. Like it was so superior for getting up there with its wings. Now let’s see how the blighter likes being up there! It’s sheer cliffs all around, at least a thousand feet down. That’s why it probably chose that perch, it’s a nightmare getting up or down without wings – or without the rope bridge made to get it up there – now burned. Reds are superb climbers of course, but that’s when they’ve got their wings as a safety net. Look it pacing around, right up to the ledge and looking down. Cowardly. Pathetic. Not so brave with its wings ruined. Not so brave with no way to save itself if it slips and falls.

It’s cold and windy up there. There’s no trees, no caves, no shelter from the damp and the chill and the mountain winds. Dragons might have fire in their hearts, but for the little young ones it’s not a strong flame. If it’s cold enough, even they’ll feel it. There’s no food, no water. Not that it could probably keep it down now anyhow. It could try it’s luck but it’s already half-starved, weak, and still sick as a flea-ridden dog in a plague pit. It can still be heard crying for help, but no one is coming to save it.

The Crown’s Army and the Royal Dragonslayers’ Guild highly recommends slicing a dragon’s wings to tattered ruins. A dragon that can’t fly is helpless. It can’t climb down a sheer, slippery cliff, or out of a deep, dark, damp well knee-deep in cold, muddy water. Dragons are cowards. Especially if you get ‘em while they’re young. And the dragon deserves this. If it’s the wrong color of dragon, that is.

The Royal Dragonslayers’ Guild would like to remind the reader that by order of the King, any man, woman, child, or any other subject of the Crown not covered by those categories, who spares a dragon’s life or offers aid or comfort to a dragon, is a traitor and shall be punished by death.

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A/N: I love D&D, but my god I can’t stand the whole trope where entire species of sentient creatures are inherently evil and okay to indiscriminately slaughter, even the children. Like, if it’s literal demons or undead or eldritch horrors that consider humanity as important as insects or bacteria, sure, but when it’s creatures that are in any way “natural” and they’re just evil with no more justification than “Uhh... the gods did it?” or something, I don’t like that.

On the other hand, in-universe application of this trope is amazing. I seriously cannot get enough of sad monster whumpees being persecuted by ignorant humans.

If I think about it, dragons are the epitome of this, though, since there are stats for every age category. I can’t think of any other iconic D&D monsters like this, aside from things like mind flayers that have distinct larval stages. There’s a lot of “Oh, here’s a bigger, older version of the same monster” but generally the stats are only given for adults. Sure, the players massacring orc or goblin children may well be a possibility, but the game doesn’t devote page space in the Monster Manual to describing exactly how many hit points an orc toddler has. Dragons are specifically and intentionally designed to let the players kill their babies.

But hey, the motto is: “If it has stats, the PCs can kill it.” My motto is: “If it has stats, I can ignore those stats, especially the annoying ones like climb speed and immunity to nonlethal damage from cold etc. and especially ignore the ‘Alignment’ section.

#whump #my writing #dragon whump #monster whump #minor whump #wyrmling abuse #fantastic racism #wing whump #mutilation tw #sickness #poisoning #emeto tw #child abuse mention tw #child death mention tw #torture #execution #ambiguous ending

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Charatcter Descriptions and Summary 2.15

This is the "short" version of descriptions. I have a much MUCH longer one with lots of quotes that I might have to split up to fit. As always, let me know if I need to edit or add anything and tag/ask/PM me about art and stories so I can check them out!

Warning: multiple blood mentions, torture, imprisonment, violence, stabbing, gun violence, canon typical violence, injuries, burns, homophobia and bigotry, gore mention, horror (including body horror), beheading, violence against animals, 69 mention, and disrespecting a mummy

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Bad Kids

Fabian

Fandrangor stats: +2 to attack and damage. Finesse, one handed. 1d8 piercing. Burn a spell slot on a sucessful hit to add an extra d6 of damage per level.

Wrapped Alistair's foot in his sheet to trip and flip him up before deeply stabbing him in the abdomen

Held his sheet out to further protect Adaine.

Slashed Dayne with a reposte (while also burning a 1st level spell slot on his sword) as he yelled "Toxic masculinity is dead! I dance now!"

Closed in on Penelope using an athletics check that involved jumping and running across the deck. His mobile flourish pushed her to the edge of the deck before he kicked her off the ship.

Took out Alistair and Penelope (details in their section)

Stood at the helm after Bill fell off, turning the ship over due to the gravity being off

Riz

Hissed at Vraz

Got so sweaty and nervous over a terrible line ("You attacked the wrong guy!") that he missed the greesers

Shot Dayne from hiding while saying "You missed spring break" before hiding again (Fabian responding "Classic The Ball. Always shooting from hiding").

Had no clue where his father actually was, telling Bill the little thathe knew.

Got sleepy while he was hiding

Was shot out of the cannon and blasted off into the city (taking some damage). Shouted "I'm the ball!" as he flew away before smashing through a dark red and black stained glass window 200 feet below the ship, tumbling into a strangly familiar building. The room was empty due to all the devils hearing the alarms and fleeing. He rushed down a familar dark hallway.

Witnessed his father being tortured and saying that he didn't care about his son, but still misty steped into the room with the unconscious Pok the minute the devils left.

Tried to scoop his dad up into his Briefcase of Holding, but the two barbed devils came back (snarling as they saw him), one grabbing his briefcase and the other grappling Riz to restrain him. He kept trying to save Pok anyway even while restrained and fought against the devils over his briefcase (see Pok area for more)

Kristen

Rolled up sleeves over Daybreak attacking Tracker

Walked up to Daybreak with anger in her veins (over him hurting Tracker), said "Hi Daybreak. It's so great to see you. I've been PRAYING FOR YOU!", and slammed her staff down, using distructive wave. Light radiated out of her as every enemy was hit but Penelope (due to Globe of Invulnerability) and Johnny Spells and took out 3 Scarecrows. She then spat on Daybreak which hisses on his cheek as he yelled "Ah! Love! Love wins!"

Was knocked out by Daybreak and was back in Silvar looking at a nice tree

Used a 4th level mass healing word before her and Tracker dimension doored away from Daybreak

Adaine

Arcane Hand works like a claw machine with a controler in her hands

While prone, shot a lightning bolt at Dayne, Penelope, and a Scarecrow (after counterspelling Penelope's counterspell). Took out the Scarecrow.

Hit Daybreak with a 4th level Cromatic Orb (cold damage).

Smacked Johnny's fire spell out of the air with a counterspell after calling him "a predator who didn't fuck" and then ignored Johnny completely to go after Daybreak by hitting him with a 4th level (cold) chromatic orb

Used Forceful Hand to grab Bill to keep him from falling (two of the devils stayed grapped to Bill)

Fig

Tried to shake Gilear awake

Fig The Unfaethable

Her insignia burned in her head when she used psionic blast (took out two Scarecrows)

Winked at Ayda

Used Healing Word on Kristen

Attacked Daybreak with Bombing Blade (adds bardic for extra and if he moves willinging before her next turn he takes thunder damage)

Took out Daybreak (details in his section)

Was tossed by Gorgug towards a plummeting Bill like a missile before backpacked onto Bill, snatching a scroll from Vraz's pocket (Vraz: No no no no no! / Bill: What's yours is ours.), and Dimension Dooring back to the ship with Bill.

Gorgug

Stood over Kristen's unconscious body to protect her

Used Reckless Attack twice on Daybreak, the first time dealing 50 damage and the second time ("I'm just so tired of you") another 48 damage.

Took out Dayne (details in his section) and two Scarecrows

Grabbed some holy oil to take with him to coat his weapon with.

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Familiars and Companions

Boggy: Hit by Penelope's Cone of Cold which caused him to freeze, crack, and fall apart (can be brought back by Adaine)

Gaf: Made incorporial by Ayda to protect him/her/them during the battle

Baby: Was made invisible by Fig. Tried to pickpocket Vraz, but just got a scrap of some kind. Did a very indecent celebration dance while invisible (when Penelope was "killed").

Hangman: Freaked out over seeing Johnny before siding with Fabian. Leapt to attack Johnny Spells, but couldn't make it and settled for slamming into the greeser Sorching Ray. Frozen and knocked down by Penelope's Cone of Cold.

Hirelings and Partners

Tracker

Stayed behind on Goldenrod

Held up a hand with her holy symbol to summon Twilight Sanctuary (gives everyone a d8 of temp hit which they can choose to replace or keep each round).

Cast Beacon of Hope

Knocked out by Penelope's Cone of Cold (which also ended her two spells)

Hit Kristen with a max level cure wounds, yeling at everyone to look away as she jumped onto an unconscious Kristen who was lying between Gorgug's legs (Kristen started touching his leg thinking it's Tracker's). Everyone assumed they were 69ing, but Tracker actually just gave Kristen a very sweet kiss on the mouth and said "Double clerics baby. Nobody can keep us down for long."

Went into flying wolf form to catch Kristen when she fell off the ship.

Ragh

Took out two Scarecrows, goring one before tossed them the ship and spartan kicking the other off the deck.

Ran up to a prone Dayne chanting hoot growl and yelled "I've done a lot of shit in my life because of you asshole!" as he bodied into him (nat 20).

Walked up to Fabian and Gorgug crying after Dayne was killed.

Instigated a three way chest bump with Fabian and Gorgug, not noticing Adaine who was forced to duck ("Oh god! The jocks are being fiesty!")

Was yelled at by Daybreak which he used as an opportunity to confront Daybreak both verbally and physically.

Ayda

Cast a spell that poured out massive amounts of water over Avernus in an attempt to flood hell (in retaliation for them taking Fig) before checking on Fig

Touched both of Fig's arms as she checked if she was okay before casting Protection From Evil And Good on her.

Flew off Goldenrod to help Sandra Lynn protect the ship from incoming fire by throwing up abjurative wards, but came back and landed on the deck before the ship left Avernus.

Flew towards Daybreak and Penelope, teleporting multiple times per second to create a flickering group of 10 of her before slashing out with her talons to damage them both.

Cast clairvoyance to find Riz, pointing at the building he was in.

Used her portent to save Fabian when Goldenrod lost gravity (allowing him to hold on) before flying to catch Adaine.

Sandra Lynn

Left the Goldenrod to cover their tail, doing a swan dive off deck (which looked likes she flew up from the upside down deck) and landing on Baxter before knocking a teleportation missile out of sky with her arrow.

Smashed back down onto the deck with Baxter before healing a down Tracker (Kristen: Thank you Sandra Lynn!)

Hit Daybreak with arrows.

Jumped on Baxter when the ship lost gravity and went to help catch Kristen.

Gilear

Was immediately killed by Bill Seacaster who shot him in the chest.

Brought back by Kristen with 1 hp, a bleeding chest wound, and covered in cenders and fire

Was told by Gorgug (who stood in front of him) to lie on the ground

Hid in the golden sarcophagus (somehow lifting the massive lid to do so)

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The Pirates

The Goldenrod

The still "living" transmogrified body of Kalvaxus turned into a flying ship against his will

Kalvaxus has to swallow down the cannon coming from his mouth to talk and turning always hurts him

Shot by Bill for calling himself a boat instead of a ship

Captained by Bill Seacaster, crewed by cender zombie pirates, and the flagship of Bill's rebel armada of dragon carcus ships

The ship has it's own gravity and can sail in any direction (including upside down), but the unsecured barrels on deck are a hazard during fast turns.

Able to breached through to Dis, Bill having some way to travel through the levels that the other devils couldn't find

Broadsided The Iron City, firing tons of gold, holy water, and saints finger bones wrapped in old parchment out of it's cannons.

Captain Bill Seacaster

An enormous devil with one cender eye, a devil bone hook, and a floating skull and crossbones insignia over his head

At the helm of Goldenrod after rescuing Riz, Fig, Gilear, Hangman, and Baby/Wretchrot (via being yanked up on rope ladders to the Goldenrod).

Part of his multi level marketing scheme was to have pirates steal holy relics for spell slots and then use the holy relics as ammo against other devils and their ships.

Shot Gilear throught the chest on sight

Got a chain wrapped around his neck by Kystrona

After Gilear was brought back to life by Kristen, he said nice things to Gilear and gave him a massive glowing sword (which was too big for Gilear to wield). The bad kids were all deeply confused by how quickly he went from one extreme to another.

Offered Kristen snuff powder

Ordered his crew to shoot Riz out of a cannon to "help" him look for Pok

As his hook hand was stabbing into one of the three devils he was fighting, he took a legendary action to shake his fist and yell "That's my darling boy!" over Fabian "killing" Penelope. He corrected himself to yell "He's his own his darling man boy!"

When the gravity on the Goldenrod was dispelled, he told Fabian to take the helm before letting go on purpose, taking the three other devils with him (rescued by Adaine and Fig).

Alistair Ash

An intern on the Goldenrod

Skull is cracked open like an egg with part of it fully missing. Inside the socket is roiling fire. His eyes are rotted out, the fire shining through his sockets.

Attacked Fabian exclusively due to being left behind by him

How he was finished off: Fabian stood up, his body very bloody and burned from the beating he's took. Fire enshrouded his sheet as he wrapped Alistair in it in order to spin him like a top. As Alistair twirled in the air, the Hangman hit him in a flash. As Alistair popped of the wheel of the Hangman, Fabian took out Fandrangor (which was rippling with his own inner light and magic) and pierced Alistair's ribcage up through his heart. Silver motes of light burst out of Alistair's mouth, "eyes", and the empty socket of his skull. Bill cried a single tear out of his non ember eye as he said "It be beau-ti-ful". Fabian told his father "I'm my own man now." to which Bill answered "The story keeps getting better!" Meanwhile, Alistair changed his opinion on Fabian, seeing him as chosen one and (since he had to die for Fabian to become who he was) himself as chosen in a way. Fabian asked if Chungle Down Bim was still alive, but Alistair only yelled "He's gonna shit in your mouth!" before being destroyed. One of the many bottles on Bill's belt filled with a red mist that was Alistair, now even more in debt to Bill with another 2000 gold added to his tab to bring him back in another form later.

Cinder Pirates

The crew of the Goldenrod, most (if not all) of which being victims of Bill's pyramid scheme

Assended from ropes to their respective ships after raiding The Bottomless Pit, yoinking up crates and boxes filled with treasure (like books and weaponry) as they went.

Loaded the cannons of The Goldenrod with holy relics, books, golden reliquaries, holy water, and even the body of a dead saint (who was unceremoniously dumped out of his golden sarcophagus). All the relics almost looked like they were from other worlds.

Bill doesn't do the best job putting his followers back together, so most are in worse shape than Alistair. One was missing his entire jaw!

Most were finished off by Penelope's Cone of Cold

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Bill's Pursuers

Devil Crafts

Iron zeppelins piloted by devils in pursuit of Seacaster.

Shoot ground to air missiles that shot spinning pentagrams of fire teleportation that glowed when they hit, teleporting in reinforcements.

Vraz The Mean, Lorzug The Impaled, and Kystrona The Chained

All appeared through a dimension door at the helm of the ship before the three devils began fighting Bill.

Vraz (after Fig denied a direct order) released all warlocks under Gortholax by making all his contracts null and void.

All of them (including Bill) do tramendous amounts of fire and poison damage, but all of them (including Bill) are immune to fire and poison, so the fight devolved into a bunch of very dangerous people who can't hurt each other just slapping the hell out of each other.

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Greesers

Johnny Spells

Appeared via teleportation missile with his crew

Roiling in flame with veins glowing in a red light, using a snap comb to brush his hair back and wearing a black leather jacket with a clean white tee.

Hit Fabian with Ray of Fire and then was IMMEDIATELY tossed off the starboard side of the ship by Adaine using her Arcane Hand.

Was saved by Kystrona (via animate chain) before he fell to his "death"

Spent an entire turn to get back on the ship only to have his fire spell dismissed by Adaine.

How he was finished off: Flew off the ship (again) when it lost gravity, saying "No! I had stuff. I had plans. I had-" as he fell to his "death".

Johnny's Crew

Six teiflings greasers who appeared via teleportation missile wearing black leather jackets with clean white tees.

Two trampled over a dead Gilear to get to the teens.

How they were finished off: One was gored by Ragh before being tossed off the ship, one was spartan kicked off the deck by Ragh, two were killed by Gorgug, and two were destroyed by Fig's psionic blast

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Harvestmen & Friends

Penelope Everpetal

Got to Goldenrod via teleportation missile with Dayne, Daybreak, and four Scarecrow Harvestmen.

Had sunken deep pools of darkness for eyes. She wore a burnt prom queen dress. Jagged shards of metal were stabbed into her skull like a crown (which caused blood to trickle down).

Was protected from magic most of the fight due to casting Globe Of Invulnerability

Stepped forward with a corny line ("Oh I'm so sorry guys. It's time to chill out.") before casting Cone of Cold which took out Tracker, Boggy, Hangman, and most of Bill's crew.

Was knocked off the ship by Fabian and fell down into the sky over the Iron City of Dis, shreaking and wailing as she went. Saved herself by using Misty Step to get back to the ship.

How she was finished off...

Penelope: *appeared in a twirl of magic and hit Fabian with a Firebolt, knocking him down to 4HP* I'm so sorry that you had like... some sort of collapse and appear to be fighting with a blanket now, but I just wanna tell you something. We are gonna drag you and all your shitty stupid little- what? Bad kid friends to hell. Forever.

Fig: I actually already live here. I'm an arch devil.

Fabian: Yeah! Did you hear that? She already lives here!

Kalvaxus: Again if we [re con noise] it later. This fight seems mostly lost. Use reason!

Penelope: Now. It's time for you to go bye bye Fabian *starts casting another spell*

Fabian: (crit, mobile florish, plus 2nd level spell slot with Fandrangor) *throws up his sheet so it blocks her field of vision (like how people trick their pets) and then grabs her and tango swing dancing spins her off the ship as she yells and is destroyed as motes of silver light shoot out*

Dayne Blade

Burning ember flaming vains with a hellish gleam to his eyes

Doesn't know how long he's been there

How he was finished: Begged Gorgug to not "kill" him due to him being an Owlbear, but was ignored. He tried once more, saying "Dude dude dude we're both Owlbears!" but Gorgug simply answered "You're not an Owlbear anymore" before he chopped off Dayne head. Gorgug then pretended his head was a ball and that he was going for a pass.

Coach Daybreak

Burning ember flaming vains with a hellish gleam to his eyes, a whistle, a silvered halberd, and regenerating health

Aggressively targeted Tracker and Kristen (even as Gorgug literally stood over Kristen) and knocked Kristen out at one point

Yelled "No!" while flames shot out of his ears at the thought of ending toxic masculinity

Freaked out over Gorgug being an Owlbrear

Not a true devil, just a soul trapped in hell that was powerful enough in life to fight for the devils, punished to never understand why he was there (Brennan "He cannot find peace, but he can find you").

How he was finished: Daybreak shouted "I'm gonna kill you all. All of you deserve to be here, not me. I was a holy man! *points to Fig* YOU ARE A LITERAL ARCH DEVIL!" Fig answered "Yeah bitch it's fun!" before she used a 4th level psionic blast on him. He screamed as he was knocked off the ship and eviscerated by both Fig's psionic blast and the after effects of her booming blade* (Fig also steals his visage)

Scarecrow Men

The transfigured bodies of four former harvestmen who died

Burnt charred skin, flannel button up shirts, and heads of burlap sacks with scarcrow eyes, which were slightly aflame

How they were finished off: one was killed by Adaine's lightning bolt and the other three were gone in a flash of light by Kristen's destructive wave

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Dis and Pok

Iron City of Dis

Choking smoke and freezing rain

Endless sprawling cast iron metropolis of dread, misery, and torture

Alarms (clacksaws I think Brennan said?) rang as the devils shouted "It's Seacaster!"

The city was lit up by Goldenrod (while the other ships in the armada caught up)

Building Holding Pok

At least one dark red and black stained glass window (which Riz crashed through). The room within was empty due to all the devils hearing the alarms and fleeing.

Dark hallway leading to a light coming out from under a closed doorway. A slightly ajar door was next to it and a possible third door with steal thrones was next to that. The slightly ajar door had a somewhat reflective marble wall (where a reflection of Pok could be seen from the hall) and a two way mirror that showed an interrogation room.

Pok

A goblin who was strapped to a chair and had a swolen eye. A pit fiend also splashed acid in his face

Was interrogated by a pit fiend flanked by two barbed devils

Kept a good poker face around the devils, at one point was snarling and growling as he had (what appeared to be) a goblinoid frenzy come over him

Was lacerated by barbed whips handled by the barbed devils until he collapsed, asking why he was there as he coughed up blood and appeared to go unconscious.

Shot both barbed devils in the head with his gun (which he picked off of Riz) as they were restraining Riz

Reached up and slapped his right ear to call for an extraction as a halo appeared behind his head. He reached out to grab Riz (Kid, I can't believe you made it here) before a beam of celestial light smashed through the ceiling. He confirmed that he was an undercover angel before raising his fist up in a superman pose as the beam made a loud sound and took the pair away.

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Questions and Thoughts

How does Lorzug move, much less fight?

Fig shouldn't have told Vraz to eat her ass. She might have taken her up on it and tried to take a bite out of her ass. O_O

What IS a potentate?

How will Fig use her warlock abilities after being released? Was her insignia burning in her forehead how she's still able to do it?

Is Dayne's curse to never know how long he's been there?

How short is Adaine that our three Owlbears (all over 6 feet tall) didn't notice her when they went in for a three way chest bump?

Destructive Wave is the power of pissed off protective girlfriend energy.

When Kristen was knocked out, she was back in Silvar looking at a nice tree. Possible connection to the unknown goddess?

Adaine still has Johnny's warlock switchblade comb.

Will we get updated Pok art now?

Where is Riz now and how will he get back in time? Was this Kalina's plan all along (blow Pok's cover and delay the party longer to give them more of a lead)?

I am well aware that I spelled Alistair several different ways because I have no clue how to spell it and don't have it on my list of how I might spell it.

Please somebody teach Bill how to not suck at making bodies. I mean, I'm over here feeling sorry for those cinder zombies and between the crippling debt and unpaid internships, he could at LEAST give them working bodies with jaws and stuff.

Really paying attention made the 69 scene so much funnier and makes Ayda's confusion over it being a sex act so much more priceless. The couple was fully clothed, Kristen caressed Gorgug's leg while she was unconscious and being healed by Tracker, and (according to Brennan) Tracker just gave Kristen a sweet kiss. Part of me wonders if Tracker was messing with the group while Kristen came to thinking something dirty happened and just went with it, the other teens too inexperienced to know otherwise (save Ayda who must be so confused! XD).

The uselessness of Johnny Spells was one of my favorite parts of the stream.

Anybody else super happy Bill was so supportive of Fabian coming into his own, being supportive of his friends, and embracing dance?

Bill/Vraz. Nuff said.

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chaoticgirl-writing · 4 years ago

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Could you do a Tododeku fic where one of them has a nightmare and the other comforts them pls? I love your blog! 💜💜

I am so sorry for taking so long to reply to this darling!! And THANK YOU!! also yes,, i love this idea and i am personally a HUGE tododeku shipper and that is on what?... periodt I HOPE YOU LIKE IT !

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoyia

Word count: 782

Warnings: mentions of abuse, mentions of child neglect, angst, mentions of isolation, mentions of poor mental health

Late Night Memories | Tododeku angst/fluff

It was a deep feeling of dread in his gut that dragged the small male from his sleepless position on his bed, and up the three flights of stairs separating him from the hetero-chromatic male he called his friend.

Something had been off about Todoroki these past few weeks that Midoriya just couldn't quite figure out. He was more detached than usual, staying alone in his room while their friends were going out just for fun. It was strange, he had come so far only to dive head-first back into old habits.

“Todoroki?” He called softly, quiet sobs filling his ears as he leaned against the door, trying to get a clue as to what was going on inside.

“Not now, Midoriya.” A raspy voice called from inside.

“Todoroki, please let me in. I just want to help.”

It was quiet for a moment, both males waiting for the sound of movement, but it wasn’t long before the taller male quietly stood. Accepting the fact that he secretly didn't want his friend to go, and walking towards the door and letting the smaller male inside.

“Todoroki, what’s wrong?”

Silence was his answer, but Midoriya did not glance over the bi-colored male’s tear stained cheeks.

“Todoroki?” He inquired once inside. “Can you please talk to me?”

A wave of emotion seemed to crash over the teen in that moment, a heartbreaking sob escaping his lips as his knees buckled. The green haired male wrapped his arms around his waist, slowly lowering him to the ground as Todoroki buried his face in his neck.

“Did you have a nightmare or something?” He nodded. “Do you want to talk about it?” He shook his head. “Okay, do you think we could sit on your bed? Would that be more comfortable?” A soft nod.

Hesitantly pulling back, Izuku carefully led his companion over to the bed, mulling over the various possibilities that could have shattered the almost impassable wall of stone to his emotions and left him in such a state. It was almost as if the taller male was on autopilot, movements stiff as he sat down, staring blankly at the wall in front of him.

They sat in silence, the smaller male gently massaging his companion’s hand in an attempt to calm him down.

“It was about my brother.” Shoto finally sighed, shifting his gaze to the ceiling in a feeble attempt to stop the coming onslaught of tears. More silence followed. “Which one?”

“Touya.” He whimpered.

Izuku sat in silence, all words leaving him as an immense wave of sorrow crashed over him. He knew that family was never something Shoto could easily talk about, especially his older brother Touya. In fact, he had only heard about the male once or twice before, knowledge of him being bare minimum at most. “It was a memory, I think.” The hetero-chromatic male hesitated. “I-” he sighed heavily, breath wavering as he thought back on the dream he was having moments prior. “I was maybe 5 or 6 and all I wanted to do was play with my big brother.”

He shifted his hand, the one that the smaller male had been playing with, and laced his fingers with Izuku’s using the contact to ground himself.

“My father didn’t want me to play with any of my siblings of course, even if it was my birthday.” He paused, contemplating whether or not he should continue. “Touya got in trouble because of me. He fought our father, telling him that because it was my birthday. He couldn’t have been older than 12, but regardless he was thrown around like a rag-doll.” Izuku gave his hand a reassuring squeeze as Shoto’s voice wavered. “Our mother was in the hospital, no one was there to-” a painful sob escaped him as memories of the beaten 12-year-old boy filled his head. “He had to go to the hospital.” He shook his head. “Endeavor told the doctors he fell down the stairs. It was bullshit. I should’ve just gone with him. If I had just gone with him instead of-” “Shoto, it’s not your fault.” Green eyes met blue and grey. “You were a kid, and just wanted to spend time with your brother. Your dad is messed up, but you couldn’t have known.” They starred at each other in silence for a moment before more tears filled his hetero-chromatic eyes, and sobs filled the room once more, Shoto falling into Izuku’s chest.

They stayed like that for a while, Izuku letting the male cry into his chest as he softly stroked his head, muttering kind words to him until they both fell asleep in the comforting embrace of one another.

#chaoticgirl-writing #tododeku #sfw #todoroki #shoto #todoroki shoto #shoto todoroki #izuku #midoriya #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #my hero academia #boku no hero fanfic #bnha #bnha deku #bnha todoroki #bnha tododeku #mha #request

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legolaslovely · 5 years ago

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Angel’s Song

Written for @gatheringfiki ‘s Winter FRE 2020. Prompt 44: Shapeshifter

Pairing: Fili/Kili - Modern (kind of) AU

Warnings/Ratings: Teen, sad sad sadddd

A/N: okay i shit you not i sobbed writing this. this was super duper inspired by this video of Clair De Lune, thank you @winchesterandpie for putting that one in my orbit.

Thank you so much @mysticalbarbariancreation for this beautiful photoset made as a prize for WinterFRE! Link here!

At first, Fili thought he was imagining it.

He turned the old truck onto the estate and immediately swatted at the volume dial on the console, silencing his ‘rebel music,’ as his uncle would call it. It was second nature for him to run a hand through his knotted waves, choke himself with the top buttons of his shirt, and slow to a crawl as he drove through the gates near the house that was more like a mansion, that was more like a castle. He did it today, even when he knew his uncle wouldn’t be there- would never be there again. His uncle was dead.

This was his duty now- to check on the house-mansion-castle, to clean it up and decide whether to keep it or sell it or whatever else you did with this kind of thing. He’d never leave it to his mother because he didn’t like to remind her of what was left. That where it used to be five, it was only two. Their family had dwindled like rotting flowers instead of actual, real live beings.

So as the truck defiantly growled through the sentient drive, Fili ducked his head to check all the curtains, windows and doors had remained in the state he’d left them in the week before. The rusted steed lurched and settled and he leapt out and jogged up the steps. He reached for the large stone knocker before him, like he expected someone to answer and invite him in for tea and insults. He dug in his pocket for the large, silver key. It stuck and needed a wiggle. As he stepped in and closed the door behind him, Fili thought he should have brought the tools to replace it, but then again, if he sold the house-mansion-castle, the new owners would have to change the locks anyway.

The entryway was no less stuffy than it was when his uncle was actually living in the house. A crack in one of the curtains allowed sunlight to peek through and dance with the dust that flew through the air as Fili walked through to the drawing room. His finger collected a grey petal of dust as he ran it along a table and he felt a twinge of satisfaction. In their youth, he and his brother would leave pieces of cheese in corners or windowsills, hoping it would sit and rot and smell and drive their uncle mad. They never succeeded, but now Fili felt some sense of achievement in his small inside joke.

“I’ll bring a rag next time,” he said out loud to no one but the rafters.

That was when he heard it. It was soft and distant. He thought the familiar walls were teasing his ears. He should move about, chase the sound, find the answers to the questions filling his head, but his senses were clouded by teeming and swelling waves of peace. He should not feel calm at the idea of a stranger living in this supposedly empty house-mansion-castle, but the trills and purrs created the most serene song. It was a piano. It was safety and comfort. It was his brother.

His feet took on roots as he listened. This was the song only Kili could play- the singular tune he would play over and over until Fili begged him to stop and took him in his arms and carried him far away from the instrument. Kili would cackle and kick and tickle, sometimes he’d cry and plead, “Fi, please let me play more.” Fili would always allow it.

In their mother’s or uncle’s presence, Kili would play impressive and popular arias. He practiced daily to make his tutors proud and to win competitions and scholarships. Kili would oblige his friends and family with their favorite pieces at suppers and parties, but Fili was the only person trusted with this beloved, simple song of Kili’s.

The melody rose and Fili’s phantom boots carried him across the floor and up the stairs. Waving keys and chromatics tickled the walls and echoed through the corridor as Fili’s fingers grasped the banister as if he’d float away with the music if he let go. He passed his uncle’s library where he and his brother would hide from their tutors, the double sided bedroom they shared when they stayed for an overnight visit, the upper drawing room where they’d build a fire for their mother and take tea in the afternoons. His loud, thunking work boots were feathers that whispered across the old hardwood as he crept closer to his destination, terrified of breaking the magic this must be.

He stood in the doorway. Trembling fingers gripped the wooden frame before his knees turned to soft, dry sand. Through bleary eyes, he could just see a set of shoulders, more slender than his own but strong and thick, leaning in and out with the wave of the music. Dark hair fell over his shoulders and Fili longed to see the eyes that matched but he wouldn’t dare distract this angel from his song. What else could he be?

The piece was ending. Fili knew it and he couldn’t stop it. Long fingers peeked to the left, pressing the yellowed keys of the lower register in a slow tempo and a soft volume. Scales rolled and resolved, the last notes hung in the room like a fog until the pedal lifted. Fili had never experienced this kind of silence. He wanted it to last, needed it to last, but he just had to-

“Kili?”

Fingers left the keys and the old bench creaked as the solid figure turned. He smiled brilliantly. “Hi, Fi.”

Fili blinked a tear from his eyes and then all that remained of his brother was a bird- small and strong and dazzling as it flew out the open window and into the bright day.

#WinterFRE2020 #fiki #fili/kili

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quicksilverconnoisseur · 5 years ago

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To celebrate the return of QS on AO3 with a huge new fic by @weconqueratdawn

TheSeaVoices Drawing Playlist

A mixture of drawing moods, themes and favourites, not necessarily relevant lyric-wise but all very carefully selected for zero frustration - maximum flow, and perhaps an element of sexiness?

If you want a 43 track playlist for drawing or painting to - this works :)

1- Wallowa Lake Monster, Sufjan Stevens

Fucking love the fucking lyrics! Beautiful story and atmosphere and voice. I hadn’t listened to Sufjan much before watching Call Me By Your Name and just caning Visions of Gideon for weeks after.

2- Experiment In Terror, Henry Mancini

From the 60’s noir thriller of the same name - so stylish and cool - what a soundtrack sir! I love the slow threat and slinkiness.

3- My Body, Perfume Genius

Similar slink here, dirty kind of glide. Have seen PG a couple of times live and just ABSORBED it into my soul - he dances up there like a beautiful table-dancer and the crowd is moving with him - always good albums to paint to.

4- Danke Schoen, Wayne Newton

Turn this way up! 21 year old Wayne blasts this out like a genius - his voice is amazing and so feminine. I know it from Ferris Bueller's Day Off originally where it is put to very good use.

5- My Little Brown Book, Duke Ellington, John Coltrane

I can listen to Duke Ellington all day every day, those brushy cymbals in this are so lazy cool. That’s the third sixties song so far.

6- One More Kiss Dear, Vangelis

Bladerunner, one of my favourite films. WHAT A FUCKING SOUNDTRACK! This song was an accidental recording sung for the demo by Don Percival (not the intended singer) and the weird spooky vocal just worked for the mock vintage sound.

7- Verbarhemiopia, Ed Dowie

Released through Lost Map Records. I know these people and they always have great acts - I had a lot of exceptional experiences on the Inner Hebridean island of Eigg with them. This track is just a beautiful, pulsing moonbeam.

8- Just Like Honey, The Jesus and Mary Chain

Such a sleazy, druggy, sexy song - dirty guitar and sensual drums - the opening drum intro, borrowed from (another 60’s track), Be My Baby by The Ronettes coming up on this list at number 38.

9- Grid, Perfume Genius

I rec the video!

10- Here, Pavement

Oh Pavement - a big part of my identity! - Live, they are a fucking dream! This song is a regular ear worm.

11- Demon Host, Timber Timbre

Great lyrics, great album

12- Animal Friends, P-ano

The only song I’m into on this album, the atmosphere is great. A sad little song.

13- Sleepwalk, Santo and Johnny

1959 so lets call it 60’s again XD. A great instrumental - that slide, steel guitar sound is lush and the asmr trigger of my dreams

14- Hang Out The Stars In Indiana, Al Bowlly

MY FAVOURITE SONG OF ALL FUCKING TIME. I can and do listen to this on repeat all through a drawing even if it takes a day. Withnail & I introduced me - one of my favourite films. And, of course Bowlly is on The Shining too.

15- Wasted Teens, Monoganon

Lost Map records again, excellent and crazy live performance from these on Eigg.

16- The Alien, Ben Salisbury, Geoff Barrow

Such dark foreboding anticipation. From the Annihilation soundtrack - brilliant film and score. I love Portishead too.

17- Life Is Just A Bowl Of Cherries, Al Bowlly

Hey cheer up everyone - fuck it!

18- Wanna Sip, Fever Ray

I do! This is from their live recording at the Troxy - I WAS THERE —- oooooooooooof fuck WHAT A SHOW honestly!

19- Lipstick Stains, Jay Som

“I wanted to musically capture the immediate and intense but beautiful feeling of infatuation.” —— yep!

20- Heat Wave, Snail Mail

Yes! They are brilliant - saw them live at End Of The Road and the tent was CRAMMED!!!!!! The atmosphere was amazing - she is so young and so great.

21- I Love How You Love Me, The Paris Sisters

Hello 1960’s! The creamy Spector sound and that spoken word is amazing.

22- Shadow, Chromatics

Loved this on Twin Peaks The Return, it’s a gem and perfect for drawing/painting to.

23- Bankrobber, The Clash

I always sing ‘Daddy was a vampire’

24- Do Your Best, John Maus

Slo-mo beauty.

25- Canadian Girl, The Walkmen

Nice vintage-tinged weirdness and soul.

26- Wave of Mutilation (UK SURF) Pixies

I love Pixies, only seen them live once but it was very, very, very special. Beautiful, laid back b side version that I prefer to the album track.

27- Fell An Ox

There was a time where all I would listen to was King Creosote - it was an obsession! I have lost count of KC gigs I’ve been to.

28- Slow West, Django Django

Love the film, love the soundtrack, loved Django Django up till the last few releases. There is a live version of this on KEXP from four years ago which is the one I usually listen to. Fucking brilliant live - got to see them on Eigg one time too. I rec the Slow West film if you haven’t seen it.

29- Withnail’s Theme, Jack Hallam

Great film and soundtrack - a big favourite.

30- Portofino 1, Raymond Scott

60’s! Ha - I hadn’t realised this at all till writing all this.

31- Lady Gaylord, Raymond Scott

From Manhattan Research Inc a collection of his advertising jingles and snippets from the 60’s

32- The Pink Room, Angelo Badalamenti

Filthiest song ever? From Twin Peaks Fire Walk With Me

33- Goodnight Felicia, Chris Bear

From the score to excellent TV show, High Maintenance. I do love Grizzly Bear anyway and cried at their last gig I went to - I always cry at gigs though so….

34- Plainsong, The Cure

My teenage self was a massive Cure fan and I dedicated my record player, school books, wardrobe and bedroom to them! Saw them live only once (the LIGHTS!!!!) because I was too young, obsessed over Robert Smith a lot! This song and the whole album were a big favourite. Beautiful.

35- A Reluctant Hero/Betsy/End Credits Taxi Driver, Bernard Herrmann

I love Herrmann and I really love Taxi Driver. This is just…. ooof!

36- I Fall In Love Too Easily, Chet Baker

Jazzzzzzzzzzzzzzz 1954- what a pretty little voice.

37- Looking Back I Should Have Been Home More, Richard Swift

Just lovely, so sad about Swift.

38- Be My Baby, The Ronettes

The best opening song use ever- MEAN STREETS - turn this RIGHT up please.

39- Go, Sparklehorse, Flaming Lips - Daniel Johnston cover

Doubly sad because of Sparklehorse and Daniel Johnston. I have seen The Flaming Lips many times throughout their career - from small gigs to radio telescope gigs! What a fucking show!

40- Every Night, Perfume Genius

Just nice stuff. Like I said - live he is so sensual- his moves are amazing.

41- Fireflies Made Out of Dust, Happy Jawbone Family Band

Great track. Love the lyrics.

42- Sleeping Lessons, The Shins

Richard Swift again, on keyboards. I really enjoy the historical references and atmosphere on this.

43- Smoke Rings, Les Paul, Mary Ford

1952 - ssssso ssssssspooooky

#hannibal #hannibal playlist #Quicksilver Will #theseavoices #art playlist

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 6 years ago

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Humans ARE Space Orcs “First Contact pt. 2″

This one was fun to write. Its first contact from the perspective of the alien VIr was chasing. If you read this one, you should at least read the other one to see it from Vir’s perspective It doesn't matter in what order you read them. The comparison is the funny part, or at least I thought.

Please leave your suggestions comments critiques and questions with me. This was me trying my hand at a bit of horror, I don’t know if it worked, but thanks for reading :)

Interview # 122234451

Cycle. 4,013 after Assembly Establishment

First contact w/ death-worlders

Species: Homo sapiens sapiens

Subject: Ket

Species Bran hexanim

The unknown vessel tore through the cosmos with a terrible roll of energy that warped the universal plane for a horrible moment. The Bran felt it in their bodies, rattling their skeletal structures as proximity alerts waved on deck and scouts were assembled.

“What is that?” They wondered as the strange craft limped through the universe spitting fire and jutting metal in all directions strange archaic symbols carved onto its sides in splashes of red and black. Dark energy pulsed from its center projecting outward onto the warped plane. It glowed with firelight from dark interior propelling itself through the universe with predatory ease. They had no time to prep their ship for exit, so they had no other choice but to allow a detachment to land aboard their asteroid.

Ket was sent forward as a scout deep within the bowls of the ship watching from the atmospheric bubble as the strange fire breathing craft landed. His body shook as the silence ushered the creatures form the ship. They scuttled down the ramp horribly quick with fluid strides balancing incredibly on only two limbs. Limbs that were too long and too thin terminating at spidery, twitching appendages at their ends. The exo-skeletons moved seamlessly around them as they panned their heads through the darkness. A large glittering eye peered from the darkness revealing a fleshy expanse of inner meat.

Ghastly white orbs glittered in the light dripping in slime. Red slits in this fleshy expanse opened and closed exposing a dark gooey interior and jagged white points. Pink muscle churned inwards poking out to taste at the air.

Ket felt like fleeing, but his horror kept him grounded as the creatures moved seamlessly muscles churning with a terrible power and grace below their bodies. They moved together with horrible ease…

“A predator species” This knowledge rolled through the link to his brethren, and he felt their collective horror.

Predator species were rare, sentient predator species were nonexistent.

This spelled death to them all.

Flaps of flesh passed over the white, and chromatic orbs, leaving a layer of wetness behind them.

They passed through the atmospheric bubble without so much as a flinch as if they didn’t notice the change. Their skeletons glinted with the glittering of precious metals. Tubes and gears churned with them….. as if they had fused themselves to the metals.

Ket backed into the darkness as the alien creatures made entry to his ship. He kept high to the walls keeping silent behind the organic structure that served as the structure for their ship.

In the atmosphere he could hear them now. They communicated through a measure of guttural clicks, hisses and grunts aggressively using body posture to indicate their displeasure dominating each other with every step and gesture…. A clear hierarchy.

The group moved themselves towards one of the structural columns leaving one of the lone monsters to explore the chamber. When he looked up, his slimy orbs glowed with the color of a reactor core. A single hole of darkness cut through the color, a deep void of nothingness, predatory hunting instinct.

Red flesh parted showing glittering slime on the white protrusions. Muscles churned.

Light glittered from the creature’s luminescent skin, and it lowered its head to contemplate the colors shoulders hunching.

Ket went to step back as the creature turned, and in a horrible moment heard the scrape of his claws across rock.

The monsters head snapped towards him unnatural fast on the instant given to it by terrible gods, dark orbs contracted as it sensed the vibrations in the air zeroing in on his exact location.

IT HAD SEEN HIM.

He ran, as the creature lunged behind him scuttling up the side of the incline cloudy orbs glittering locked onto him, and with terrible speed spidery limps propelling itself upward with a horrible power lurching and hunched coming onto the trail on all fours before fluidly transitioning to its feet.

Predatory cries of anger followed from its companions.

Ket took a corner at his fastest speed listening to the persistent THUD THUD THUD behind him.

The horror. A terrible, earth shattering rumble followed as the creature slammed into the wall before continuing it’s pursuit, like nothing had happened. THUD THUD. It was gaining, the rattling of its feet jarred the ground below Ket as he turned another corner.

The creature followed him with a hunting cry, a horrible halting noise that repeated the same tone repeatedly over, and over. THUD, THUD.

The tunnel rocked, but there, ahead, a shaft. If he could just make it.

He darted inwards scampering onto the rope and allowing it to haul him upwards with its contraction.

He looked down, and the horror grew as the things fleshy face looked up at him glittering orbs oozing with slime dark slit open into its cavernous maw. It scuttled up after him using all four limbs to climb, faster, and faster it came. Ket screamed in pure terror as the creature reached for him. Its terrible spidery digest closed just shy of his tail as it forced itself up after him clawing at the walls.

He made it to the top and raced towards the bridge. They had to save him…. Please, save him.

They heard his call, and as they broke into the bridge where his brethren held fast.

“Unleash the weapon.” He heard, the glorious chorus of his brethren.

And there it came, a cascade of their most rare and potent poison, dihydrogen monoxide, in its potent liquid form trapping the creature in a cage of its streams.

The predator came to a halt when confronted by the horrible substance, and Ket spilled to the ground body heaving vision fading. He was so exhausted. He watched from the haze of his exhaustion and horror as the creature lifted one of its horrible protrusions angrily grunting and clicking at them from inside its prison.

“What is it saying/” one asked

“I don’t know.” Another said

And then to his horror, the creature stepped into the stream of poison droplets spraying form its exoskeleton and onto the floor. It walked through the wall as if it could not feel the horrible pain of the poison eating away at its body, wiping droplets from its big glowing eye.

Screaming started up around them, and cannons were aimed at the creature firing again and again saturating the room with the poison as it stood fast unfazed by their hopeless attacks. Ket could feel the creature’s eyes on him surrounded by a poison cloud slimy orbs slapping shut and opening as he watched.

The last of their weapon ran out, and the poison wicked from its exoskeleton and to the floor, like it had never been touched.

Its horrible chatter filled the room.

No one made a move. Ket wished to rise, to run, but he couldn’t. Even as the creature came THUD, THUD across the ground looming in his vision. Muscles churning, body working with seamless predatory perfection. Ket pressed himself against the wall. It raked it’s claws against the wall, and then reached out spidery fingers stretching towards him.

He pulled away as far as he could.

Its touch was cold as it traced a hand over Ket’s back, once, twice. Ket lay very still.

Oddly the creature’s touch was soft, almost gentle. He closed his eyes ready for death.

Thunder broke through the room as a swarm burst through the doors fanning out into the room like they communicated with each other like a hive mind. Ket watched as the creature leaped to its feat and raced to confront its companions hands raised clicking and bellowing at them.

It was staking its claim on him, on them.

They paused muscles tensed ready to pounce at any moment.

The creature approached the small creature at their head grunting and clicking, hissing.

And was violently attacked, as this newcomer attempted to dominate him into submission clubbing him about the head with terrible blows. The pounding of their altercation rattled the doors and the floor. Their hissing and screeching rose to higher volumes as the original creature was finally cowed into silence and thrust to the back of the group.

Ket passed out.

Knowing that he would likely never wake up again simple gad he wouldn’t have to be as the creatures consumed him.

#humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #humans are weird #humans are space australians #earth is space australia #first contact

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