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[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

The Eclipses Show

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,232 Words

Summary: Eclipse wakes up in a forest nine months after his death. Eclipse also wakes up in a daycare a day after his death. Turns out, Solar now has to deal with both of them.

Warnings: Near Death Experiences, Coma, Injury, Limb Loss, Eye Trauma, Head Trauma, Cursing, Death (mentioned only), let me know if I should add anything else.

Chapter 1: Back From The Dead

Eclipse woke up in a forest, utterly broken and completely out of it. His animatronic body was practically destroyed, yet he survived, barely. Being booted from Sun’s head into this forest was not kind to him, it seemed.

He groaned as his systems that were functional or barely so whirred with a high pitch. He wouldn’t die here, he refused. He tried to sit up, finding his left arm missing and half his faceplate, half of his right leg gone too.

He groaned and looked around, he was in the middle of the forest. Just where the hell did Sun boot him out to? He should get moving, find a town or something. His head felt like something had kicked it in with a rusty hammer, and it did not help that his faceplate was damaged.

He tried to stand but…it was clear he couldn’t, so he tried to crawl along and find help, the pain was agonizing. He found a long, hefty branch to use as a cane for his missing lower right leg.

“Why is pain a thing?” He wondered. What was the date even? Eclipse checked his inner mechanics and it read ‘2:47am August 4th 2023’. He had lost almost a year. He’d lost from October 31st ‘22 to August 4th ‘23!?

Eclipse felt his face and found that his right eye was missing along with a chunk around his left faceplate that made his sight in his left eye extremely difficult to see from, probably from the loose socket due to the missing chunk.

Eclipse growled in anger at Sun but used what felt like a tree and the branch to get up, using his limited vision. He had to get somewhere that had parts to fix himself. He couldn’t tell what bunkers were nearby but he could see his glitching internals that could lead him to the PizzaPlex.

So he went that way, stumbling and using GPS to get there and using it again to get to get to the P&S area. Once there, Eclipse began rummaging and closely inspecting things to fix himself.

He ended up finding a mismatched pair of eyes, one baby pink and one dark grey, that would fit his model and put them into the tube’s part system, going back to find a grey and brown arm from shoulder to fingers, an old purple-tinged Moon faceplate, and a green leg model from the knee joint down.

Once he found those, he loaded them into the parts holder and set the tube to operate on himself and fix everything that he could at the moment. He could fix his internals once his outside was fixed. So he sat in the chair in the tube and let the machine do its job.

He growled feeling it take out his left eye and the remains of his faceplate. Then it placed the new mismatched eyes into the sockets, then the new faceplate. He blinked as it directed into a light scanner and thankfully could see. He could see better than a close distance at least.

The tube then fixed his wires loose from his left arm and right knee and attached his limbs and launched instantaneous calibration effects. He flexed his new limbs for the scanner and then sighed at the tube gave him a green light for all clear. Eclipse exited the tube and looked at the body scanner’s results.

He had so many internals broken. It was no wonder he felt freezing cold, his heaters were broken, so was his coolant and oil systems, his engines had cracks and fans had broken twigs in them.

“Well fuck.” He hugged. He would have to find these things himself and probably replace them himself too. So he groaned and went rummaging. He did find a fan system and engine so he went for those first. His old oil and coolant had to be drained and replaced completely, it felt like he had sludge in what was technically his blood system.

He poured coolant into the marked tank and oil into the other, placing the engine and fan system into the part holders for replacement. Eclipse couldn’t find a heater, so sadly he’d just be cold for a while.

“Better than nothing, I guess.” He huffed, laying in the chair again and let the tube release a smaller little hand to him and turn him off. Eclipse’s eyes bolted open in startle, he hadn’t realized he’d be powered down for a full coolant and oil replacement. He didn’t want to lose more time!

He booted up twenty minutes later feeling so much better. It was a goddamn miracle. He didn’t feel like he had slime in his ‘veins’, it felt like a relief to feel the liquid in him running as it should and fans and engine running properly.

He felt grateful, incredibly so. He was alive, he was fixed. But now for what to do. He had to stay close to here, his systems could break down any second if they did so please. He couldn’t replace his circuit board himself nor could the tube. He would need someone else for that.

Maybe…Maybe he could beg Lunar? He didn’t want to scare him. Eclipse had seen how October had went and, by the end of it, he was just tired. Maybe this new life post near-death, he could be different. He could be kinder to Lunar, try to apologize for what he’d done and be a better person.

So he set off to the daycare, hopefully Lunar was there. He didn’t know what would happen if it was Moon or Sun he faced, but he was sure it wouldn’t be good. Hopefully he could just talk to Lunar.

Eclipse ventured into the daycare, confused seeing three people he didn’t recognize along with Moon as Eclipse stood in the ball pit, having gone down the slide. One looked like a Sun but just…absolutely destroyed.

Another was a tall green and brown female daycare bot, and the third he didn’t recognize was a tiny pale blue and moon themed bot. He realized with a bit of fondness that the tiny bot was Lunar. It gave him a bit of joy knowing Lunar was safe and sound in a body of his own.

But a bit of horror crept in seeing who he could audibly hear was Sun be so destroyed. He was catching names and bits of a conversation but not really getting the whole story.

“Uh, guys?” Lunar asked the others. And Eclipse realized Lunar was looking directly at him with a bit of panic.

“Oh shit.” Moon realized as he turned to look at Eclipse.

“Quick, shoot him!” Lunar told Moon, handing him what looked like a laser gun. His body wouldn’t withstand that! He was in a fragile condition already! So he dove into the ball pit as Moon grabbed the gun about to fire.

Eclipse didn’t know the portal was on until he got sucked through it into a different dimension, which locked the second he was through by a different Moon.

“And now you have fucking two friends here! Worthless parasite, come get your little child!” The other Moon snapped. Eclipse looked over by the Moon and saw triple for a second. It was him. But…also not? But it was two other versions of him maybe? Why were there three different Eclipses?

[halfdent]

❝   𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧  𝐈  𝐝𝐢𝐞  just  sever  this  chain  and  split  us  down  the  middle  .  So  we  can  have  𝐭𝐰𝐨  𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐬  . That  way  they  can  separate  𝐦𝐚𝐧  from  𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑  at  last  .    ❞  

❝  Such  pretty  theatrics,  𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯  .  Ain't  nobody  gunna  bury  us  when  we're  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃  an'  gone  we'd  be  left  to  𝐑𝐎𝐓  some  place  lyin'  in  our  own  𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒  an'  whatever  else  .    ❞  

[gizm0-gadgetz]

I don't know what to do

My sister found out today someone she knew and enjoyed being around passed away

Suddenly I think

I want to help her but I don't know what I'm supposed to do

I've never faced that before

Shes all tense and im worried and its freaking me out and now it feels bad

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@purelybilateral (Josh W.) | Event Starter

Gabriel was a mess, that much was obvious and he was a bit pissed off at himself for how easily he was allowing himself to fall apart. He hadn't spoken to Josh since that morning, and usually, that would be fine, that was before everyone started killing people. Bodies were found on the street, his phone kept going off with a new victim every hour it seemed and he didn't know what to do.

As he was heading towards Josh's place, he noticed someone on the sidewalk, about to cross the street and he knew exactly who that was. "Oh thank god." He mumbled as he ran over to the other, pulling him into his arms without a second thought. "you scared the shit out of me, you know that?"

[ducknotinarow]

87 Rasey - Fatal Blow Meme

"RAPHAEL!"

Casey was always loud, but he had never screamed like that before. His Hockey hit the floor, weapon dropped, as he grabbed the Turtle. His eyes were frantic, a strong hand pressing to the wounds they had. There was blood, and Raph felt cold. A million thoughts went through Casey's head, more than he had ever had in his life.

Reaching a hand up, he snatched off his Hockey Mask. Maybe showing Raph their face would calm them, maybe help. Casey didn't know what to do; all he knew how to do was break shit. This...this was completely out of his whelm.

"Raphael," He tried to sound stern, "I know you like joking but now is not the time..." Not that this was a joke, "Raph..."

He shook his head, heart slamming into his ribs. He lifted Raph from the floor, held them close,

"I'll get you home, you'll be fine - I won't let a single thing happen," Casey promised, "And when you're better, you can call me 'babygirl' all you want, I'll never wear my mask around you again, I'll laugh at all your jokes..."

He wasn't giving up, he never would. That wasn't Casey's way.

"Just keep your eyes open, keep talking; don't stop with your jokes...jus' don't fuckin' stop talking, please..."

Because Casey knew, deep down, he was about to lose the small bit of happiness in his life; he was about to lose the one thing that he truly loved, and made him laugh. And when Raph did pass...Casey silently swore to never laugh again.

| My character takes a fatal blow intended for your character. How does your character react?

Raphael wasn't fully in the mood for the mission Leonardo pulled them all in to doing but h was very invested in the presence of his boyfriend being part of the mission. Casey may be a nut case a lose cop type of ally even but can’t deny the benefit of having the strong guy around either. Sometimes sticking him on others like an attack dog. And well Casey tend to work decently well with someone to keep him on track like Raphael. It made them a good team because of that. But all Raph was early getting out of all this was that he got to spend extra time with his boyfriend. Who he was slightly messing around with now. Sitting up on some stacked boxes as they were all meant to be on stand by. Meant to flank the side the moment the enemy came running out. Using Casey as the heavy hitter he was as a surprise attack to throw them off. Raphael was instead messing around trying to lift off Casey’s mask from their face. From the lack of effort it’s clear he is only playing around with Casey with the act.

“Aww come on Baby girl let me see those stunning eyes” flattery in the hopes it gets Casey to agree. But Casey of course was being stubborn, doubling down on the use of ‘baby girl’ even just then. “But Casey I may die on this mission, I want the last thing I see to be you’re handsome face so I can engrave it into my heart in my final moments.” Raphael says hands moving about and laying to his plastron as if to fully sell his wants to Casey, but he simply told no and reminded not to use that nickname out loud. Raphael still in good sprites just shrugs his shoulders before throwing a hand to his of head. “Oh cruel cruel world, giving me such a handsome man and make him deny me the slightest peek. Or hint of affection”

Of course Raphael was simply clowning around as he did but the way Casey made his mask seem to mirror the expression under it was just always to funny to pass up on. Keeping Casey still wasn't the easiest task especially because Casey knew there were bad guys just around the corner. Which is why Raph was teamed up with Casey. Being able to least manage Casey a bit. Despite the lack of care spoken Raphael was being serious and following through his part of the plan. It just was also a fun excuse to mess with Casey. But the reasoning was solid. It prevented Casey from growing impatient and running in blindly because he can't chance the bad guys getting away with any crime committing after all. As much as Raph wanted to just enjoy messing around with his boyfriend however he heard a sound from behind himself.

Like pebbles being kicked around, looking back from where he and Casey had stationed themself. A bit taken because they weren't told anything about them having these goons on the run yet over the turtle communicator? He had even checked for any missed calls. Voices grew louder and he just about made out a bit, they got wind of the others before they showed up and were trying to split before the rest could get them. Meaning they had the weapons they were meant to be stopping them from getting. Weapons they were holding in their hands, ready to use on the very first person they came across that was in their way. Someone who went ape on mechanical machines alone. And was clearly blocking the way out.

"Casey get down!" Raphael suddenly yelled jumping off from the pile of boxes he been sitting up on. Using more the force of the action to suddenly throw Casey off balance to tip them over. He didn't have enough time to twist around so the shot fired would hit the back of his shell. But hey shell was shell right? Right? It was why he threw himself over at Casey. Thinking his shell could take the hit, not realizing anything at first when the force of what he assumes to be some sort of laser smacks against him. The force was so hard for a moment Raphael felt as if someone slammed their fist into him instead. Sending him flying back, as if he just been throw. Not even when Casey tossed him was it that forceful, his shell smacked hard against the dense and heavy cement of the warehouse building. Forcing the air from Raph's lungs to suddenly rush out as if it had no where else to go.

Hardly feeling himself fall to the ground under him, everything was just so off. His eye's just unable to focus at the time, his body felt like it was in a dull numbing pain, trying his best to open his eyes he could just about make out the lousy crooks they got the lucky shot in. Before eyeing one of his sai out in front of him his arm was to weak to lift up. Struggling to try he swear it's like his arm just forgot how to move. Trying to focus on it as he manged to get his arm to reach out just nearly brushing the handle of his sai with the tips of his finger tips before it fell heavy on the ground. Pain slowly seemed to finally be reaching with the rest of him. But he could see them coming and worse they were going towards Casey. "Fuck come on no pain no gain." He powered through the sting against his shell, as he reached out and grabbed his sai. Hand shook as it had a hard time gripping the handle, but he did it. A death grip around the tsuka, he pushed up with his elbow despite how much fucking pain he was in and focused on Casey.

"Childs play Raphael." He says to encourage himself before he puts his all into the single throw. His throw was a tad off but the hit on the guys hand still got him to drop his own gun and recoil from the pain. Raphael smiled as he was ready to reach for the second sai still on his belt. Only for the second man to come over towards Raph, the end of the same gun aimed down at him as they kick Raph in his side to force him on to his back. Raph winced in pain he must have crack his shell when he slammed in to the wall earlier. This was bad, he feared and all he saw was a flash. It burned, it burned so bad the heat was like that of the volcano, like a knife sliced through him.

"RAPHAEL!"

"C-casey?" Raphael struggled to speak, unsure what just happened he just knows that guys wasn't standing over him anymore. It suddenly hit him, he been hit again. Flinching from the pain. He worked his gaze down to his plastron, but all he saw was red covering the palm of his hand and he just knew that well that couldn't be a good thing. Everything oh everything hurt mostly his shell. It was like it was burning on fire. He still looked though eyes widen at the clear sight of a gun shot. A massive hole as if craved out from him, his heart started to race. W-why wasn't he in immeasurable pain from that? Adrenaline? a voice that sound so much like Donatello's answered for him. He squeezed his eyes shut a moment trying to let the pain subside. But it wouldn't. When he opens his eyes again he see's Casey staring down at him, normally the sight of their face sans mask was a delighted sight for him. Since they insisted on wearing it all the time. He knew why now of course, but didn't mean he didn't like it still. Not this time though, because he could so clearly see the pain over Casey's eyes, one brown and one blue. Fear looked so weird on Casey's face.

"Raphael," He tried to sound stern, "I know you like joking but now is not the time..."

"I never did have good timing uh?" Raphael still attempted to crack a joke even in the face of this. This seemed so poor in taste just when he had joked about him dying. "Me and my big mouth right?" he couldn't bring himself to keep his head up anymore as another wave of pain seemed to come across him. If you ever wondered how it felt to have a hole shot through your shell it aint a pleasant feeling that's for sure.

"Raph..."

He could feel himself get lifted up off the ground, gritting his teeth the movement hurt so much but, he didn't want Casey to know that. Raphael wanted to be close to Casey, that nice secure warmth of their embrace he had come to know better than even smell of pizza freshly open of the oven. He hardly could feel the pressure on his plastron but maybe he was too busy soaking in Casey instead. His breathing is getting shallow. He kind of hopes he goes before his brain notices the pain.

"I'll get you home, you'll be fine - I won't let a single thing happen,"

Raphael, felt like he should be the one in denial between them more than Casey seemed to be. He had a hole through his shell! Not to mention how busted up the back of it was too, a turtles shell was good for protection but not something to mess around with when it came to being hurt. Despite how much Raph wanted to scream out in the pain he could feel the more aware he was getting of his situation? He tried so hard not to let it show, outside flinches here and there as pain just blossomed out across his whole being.

"And when you're better, you can call me 'babygirl' all you want, I'll never wear my mask around you again, I'll laugh at all your jokes..."

"heh I should get shot more often then uh baby girl?" Raphael still cracked another joke, maybe he was just as foolish as Casey in this moment though, to think he somehow make it out of this alive. Or maybe they were both just dumb enough to believe he could somehow survive this.

"Just keep your eyes open, keep talking; don't stop with your jokes...jus' don't fuckin' stop talking, please..."

He was trying he really was, with all he had he was trying so hard to grip onto that small little thread he could just about see in his line of vision. He needed to hold on he just had to do it. But it was hard he really wanted to for Casey he would do anything for Casey. If he could fight off death he would, looking up at them though he sure his stare says it all to them he isn't making it home. He won't be getting to indulge on those promises either. "you're looks really are to die for baby girl." He offers through a clearly pained laugh, moving to let his face bury in against Casey's chest. He was losing to much blood even shock wasn't going to be enough. He really wanted to try and keep his eyes open and tell Casey jokes. Because if he could, "ya know I ain't the most brave one of my brothers, heck I don't always get why we gotta get involved sometimes..I still do it though. Maybe i'm just as bad as them or worse? But I always find a way to crack a joke no matter what...cause If i can laugh then things won't be so bad right?"

He say's hoping it'll mean something to Casey, how could Raph know though that Casey wouldn't be able to share in that same thought. "But..my eyes wanna close and I'm running outta jokes, heh I know me of all turtles?" he just lets the sound of Casey's heart beat against his ear for the moment. It seemed like a good parting for the turtle at least in that moment getting to listen to a sound he grew to love. A sound he felt lucky to know. "heh guess i'm really dying..haven't made ya laugh once." He chuckles sourly letting his eyes squeeze shut. The only other sound he craved for right now. That laugh that had him fall head over heels for the lunatic Casey Jones. But Raphael got to know him as more than that totally crazy guy with a baseball bat. He couldn't tell Casey to laugh...that was impossible. And the only reason he himself could? Was pure disillusion everything would be fine.

[signourneybooks]

The Book of Ile-Rien | ARC Review

Thank you to Tor Publishing Group and Netgalley for the review copy in exchange for an honest review. This does not change my opinion in anyway. Book: The Book of Ile-Rien (Ile-Rien 1 & 2) by Martha Wells Rerelease Date: February 27th 2024Tags: Fantasy | Duology | Magic | Fae | Necromancy Trigger/Content Warnings: Death | Violence | Murder | PoisonOther books by this author I reviewed Witch King…

[winchestersisterimaginessss]

Winchester Sister Masterlist

My Sisters Keeper-

Protecting Innocence-

Imagines:

You get roofied-

You sneakily go on a date behind your brothers back and it goes south

A witch puts a spell on you to forget your brothers and all ties to them

They find out your boyfriends been abusing you

You watched Dean die and go to hell

You try to face your fears of vampires

SERIES-

Dark Side of the Moon

Dead in the water (Season 1, Episode 3)

[maks-punchout-hyperfixtion]

*cracks knuckles* ay folks you get a tumbler exclusive for awhile because I'm to lazy to actually go onto ao3

Reminder time!! This is my a.u and is not a direct depiction of spo/wii aran Ryan's personality

Tw's: slightly detailed injuries, reference to Macbeth, and self harm by hot water

Thanks to: @atypical-artisan for helping with errors and formatting

“Aran! C’mon we're going to be late!”

Absolutely no response came from the guy. Having Andrew sigh as if it was a daily occurrence now.

“Give the kid a break this is the longest he’s been separated from Ardin since..” Roree took her brush and tapped it seven times before snapping. “Since that time the school separated them by accident!”

“Roree, that's not something to be excited about.” Andrew pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don't got time for this! I have a match in an hour!”

“Andy it's not until 3.”

“If you're not early you're-”

“late blah blah blah you know i think Deedee knows a german fella you would love.”

“If I wasn't pissed already I would smack you.”

“Oh I would love to see you try!”

Andrew growled and Started to head upstairs, muttering about the upcoming fight. And complaining about Lucky being a whole sea away for another disaster, as he turned and opened the door.

“Aran!- I said- down Cu- I said come on!” Andrew pushed the dog down before giving it a small pat. He looked directly at the bed that had Aran in it. “I know you ain't sick lad, otherwise we would have been to the doctors already… again…”

“i rather be there then see another one of ye go against the bi-”

“Watch your tone.”

Andrew attempted to step over the random clothing and items on the floor, the kid loved to do big projects but god forbid he cleans his room, as he then took Aran’s blanket and pulled them off.

“Hey!”

“You’re goin’. I'm not leaving you: a teenager who witnessed his twin get sent to the hospital because of a damn cheater, alone in a house with more than enough to make us wo-OW!”

Aran slid a pair of horseshoes onto Andrew's foot, and despite seeing it coming it still hurt. Andrew shook his foot before glaring at Aran and picking up the horseshoes.

“You're going, rather you're being willing or not. And I can hold up me own with you so I suggest-”

“Yeah I'm feckin’ going lieutenant bollox.”

That got a smack from Andrew as Aran got up. Who just rolled his eyes and grabbed a sleeveless hoodie from the ground. Andrew rolled his eyes before sighing.

“Ye know we care about ya right?”

“Mhm.”

“..look Aran I promise that im goin’ to remind her not to fuck around with us.”

“And how will you do that?”

Aran took a glance at the horseshoes before stuffing them in his own hoodie’s pocket.

“Going with a different style.”

There were multiple reasons why Andrew never cheated. First, it reminded him of how unfair the world could truly be, the second stemmed from Ardin who once saw Aran break his hand from the horseshoe in glove tactic and now gets on top of people who do that. The 3rd reason was self explanatory, it was just wrong. He got here fair and square and he always wanted to stay like that.

Plus hitting a girl with horseshoes that were your own brother’s seemed wrong. But after a week of hearing the girl shit talk his own family the final straw was definitely close to breaking now.

Yet at the same time, it was still cheating. Even Narcis got onto him about it. Yes he wanted revenge for putting his sister in the hospital but she was 19 and able to stand her own ground normally.

“This is a mistake,” He muttered, adjusting his gloves.

There was a faint line that showed where the horseshoes were. He had time to call for a glove check. That would make a fair fight. He turned around to his coach but before he could say anything his opponent started yapping.

“Ey! Rran! You ready to prove to your own country that your family is full of weak and pathetic people? Thought your sister would relay the message!”

Rran- I mean Andrew snapped his head back, giving his opponent a death glare as his coach tapped him on the shoulder.

“Ay, you need something lad?”

Andrew thought for a moment before the bell signaling the start sounded.

“Just have medics on stand by.”

He got up from his corner, hearing the announcer shout the name Aran Ryan, god he's going to need to change that soon, with a lot more accuracy then the bitch Infornt of him ever actually did.

God will it be a blessing for her to shut up and have a ruined face.

The referee stepped onto the mat in-between the two, not uncommon when you put two enemies together in a match, and pulled out a piece of paper.

“Ight let's get this over with. This is a time trial so you only have 3 minutes. Once those three minutes are up you both go back to your corners and I'll decide the winner. You both should know the tko and ko rules by now right?”

“Yeah yeah can we get punching now?”

“Andrew, I will personally give you 20 euros if you break her mouth.”

Punch blade looked quite offended at that as Andrew just rolled his eyes.

“Oh relax about him.”

He glared at punch blade.

“I'm going to do much much worse.”

As the bell rung again Andrew’s coach went over to the doors, specifically where Roree and Aran were.

“Shouldn't yo-”

“I'm getting the medics like he asked. Wanna come?”

“No thanks. I got the short straw with this one.”

Aran slightly nudged Roree for that statement, solely because it wasn't a wise discussion even for him to smack someone who has a metal weight on her wrist. That alone was probably 5 pounds. Let alone the fact she was kinda an official arms wrestler. He proceeded to watch the fight, only slightly noticing something was off.

“Hey Roree?”

“Hm?”

“I think he broke her back.”

“Oh very fu- wait what.”

As if on cue as Roree turned around she saw Andrew push the screaming girl off of him, and landed a kick right in the stomach. Not a signature move in the ring. But definitely a signature move outside of it. And it always landed someone in the hospital and him in the station.

“Oh shit- uh Aran im going to run somewhere you just um stay.”

Aran just gave a thumbs up as Roree ran into the hall.

Meanwhile the referee started the count as soon as punch blade hit the floor, but stopped when he saw Andrew pull another punch directly in her face.

“Hey. Andrew, that's enough! Back to your corner!”

But Andrew didn't care, he continued the punches, landing them in spots that would definitely leave more than a bruise.

The only time he stopped was when a blade sliced over his glove, cutting it open, Resulting in the horseshoe falling out and a gasp from the crowd, even Aran looked shocked at the scene.

The shock eventually wore off as punch blade took her knife out of her glove and attempted to stab Andrew with it, only for him to grab her arm and smash the horseshoe right onto it.

The look in his eyes was almost chilling as he lifted the thing up, like he was contemplating something, before he smashed the horseshoe right into her mouth. Breaking past the mouth guard and cracking a few teeth, the second time did a few in.

He then grabbed her hair and smashed the side of her head, right where her ear was. He was about to go for her neck next when something grabbed the horseshoe and yanked it out of his hand.

“Jesus fuck Andrew enough! She's down! You won!”

Roree tossed the horseshoe aside and grabbed Andrew's arm and pulled him away while a medic looked at punch blade. The ring was now stained with blood.

“Dude the hell did you do to her?”

The referee got onto the ring while looking at punch blade, causing Andrew to look too.

Frankly what was listed wasn't the only thing he apparently did, there was a gash on her head and she was spitting pieces of teeth and mouth guard out, but she was clenching the side of her torso, specifically where the ribs were. And it was clear her arm was broken, or at least fractured. Her leg was sprained. Frankly Andrew didn't actually recall what he did or didn't do, but the horrified look on the peoples faces he could see spelled it all.

He almost killed her.

“Andrew?”

No response, what was there to say anyways? ‘oh i'm sorry for nearly killing you’?

Like he could have gotten the words out, his entire body was shaking, almost near hyperventilating.

Without another word he pulled his arm away from Roree, got up and rushed off the ring. Not even stopping as his sister yelled for him, then he was just gone.

It was only an hour after statements were given and the fun of it. In full frank nobody in any of the WVBA's would say anything bad about Andrew, hell shark bite from Australia even said he should have killed Lucy, yet it was completely useless as the officials found a letter of resignation and Andrew’s locker cleaned out shortly after they went to find him. Causing quite the worry in some of the Ireland officials and his own siblings.

“I'm sure he's fine. This was just. Something out of the ordinary he’ll come back!”

“No. No Aran he isn't.”

Roree sighed as she stopped herself from putting her head on the steering wheel of the car. Aran was holding his horseshoes Andrew stole, a case wasn't opened so it wasn't used as evidence, Aran wished it was though. It was probably more blood then horseshoe now, he had it wrapped in a couple of paper towels but they didn't do a good job of absorbing the blood. And frankly he was still scared of the whole thing, funny considering the fact he wasn't scared of anything else.

“Aran. If he's home I don't want you talking to him. Not yet anyways.”

Aran was about to protest as Roree held up her hand.

“You. You don't know this side of him. Frankly I rather you don't even come inside ‘til I tell you. Just, leave us alone to talk. Alright?”

There was more worry in her voice now. As if she was contemplating what she would find when she got home.

“Actually. If he is home -call Narcis, he had a fight with an Irish rookie today he should still be here, unless he actually likes making 2 to 6 hour trips.”

They stopped at their house, seeing Andrew’s bike just tossed onto the ground.

“Well at least he made it home in one piec- wait when did bring his bike?!”

“I think he just kept it there just in case.”

“Aran do me a favor and don't do that when you and Ardin move to new york. They're worse than here.”

Roree got out of the car and tossed her phone over to Aran.

“Narcis’s name is under ‘golden bastard’- don't tell Andrew- I'm going to go talk to him.”

Aran gave a thumbs up again as Roree went inside, her first notice was the mirror being foggy, the second was hot water being run.

“Andrew, you better not have been trying to wash your hands clean of blood like Lady Macbeth with hot water again!”

The water was shut off as the sound of a towel being quickly wrapped around hands was heard. How? Because he kept hitting the sink with his hand as Roree noticed him cleaning the sink from water drops.

“Andrew.”

“what?”

“The hell are you doing?”

“...dishes.”

“What dishes? I did them this morning before we left!”

Andrew stayed silent as Roree walked over, steam was still leaving the stink as she grabbed the towel and pulled it off, seeing his typically slightly tan but still pale skin being sunburnt red. She just sighed as if this wasn't the first time.

“I'm not going to bug you on that. Why did you quit?”

“Why? Ain’t it obvious?”

Roree just shook her head at that.

“Andy, nobody in that association is going to turn you in. Hell they'll even drop the to-”

“I don't care. I still broke my own morals and almost killed someone in the ring!”

“That's.. well that's a bit of an over statement aint it?”

“Oh when the hell is it?!”

Andrew slammed his hand on the sink, before pulling it back.

“It doesn't matter, Roree. I'm not going back to a place that allows filthy cheaters to compete.”

“Aran’s a filthy cheater. I’m a filthy cheater. Are you saying-”

“You two are different. And again it doesn't and will not matter! Frankly I was already planning on quitting. This was just a send off.”

Roree was taken aback a bit from that.

“But you love boxing! It was your dream! What changed?”

“There's a difference between a dream and a reality, Roree. My dream was boxing. The reality is that no matter what somebody is going to cheat someone out of something.”

Andrew put a hand on his head. “I'm getting a headache. I'm going to bed.”

Before Roree could say anything he tossed the towel onto her head and walked off to his room. The door slammed shut as he entered it. Roree just looked onwards. Pondering if he was being serious or not. Then the front door slammed open.

“DUDE YOU BROKE THE FECKIN' HANDLE!”

well on the high note. At Least they could now replace that ugly door handle Narcis just ripped off. Roree didn't say anything, just pointed to Andrew’s room as Narcis Sprinted to his room. She proceeded to glare at Aran.

“What?”

“I told you to just call him.”

“I did!”

“You said something, what was it?”

“Just a recap of everything.”

“I'm never trusting you with calling someone ever again.”

[glubby-guppiez]

*More of my TMNT AU Character info: Oroku family edition (TW FOR MENTIONS OF DEAT)( AND KIDNAPPING)

*OG post

*Oroku Miwa

*She/)(er Genderqueer *4'3" (Pre mutation) *4'9" (Post mutation) *9 *)(alf Chinese and Japanese *Pre mutation, she was relatively skinny *Long black hair, v cut bangs like 2012 Karai/Miwa *Dark forest green eyes *Wears a white, sleeveless floral print dress, light blue, boot cut jeans, a pink zip-up hoodie, and yellow rain boots. *Mutates into a South China Tiger *Gets muscular *Very sweet girl *Knows Japanese, Chinese, and some English *Likes to draw *Karai's younger half-sister *Oroku Saki (Shredder)'s youngest daughter *Was almost kidnapped with her father, but Karai saved her *Mother was killed by Baxter Stockman *She met the turtles a little bit after Karai *She got mutated on accident during a battle with Stockman's henchmen *Is like a younger sister/cousin/niece to the turtles *Closest with Mikey *Thinks April is literally the coolest person in the world *Likes to talk with 'Nardo because they are both very observant *LOVES doing arts and crafts with Madonna and Raph *)(er and Raph have spa dayss where they play with orbeez spa sets and try skincare stuff *Splinter spoils the living days out of her

*Oroku Karai

*She/They Cis *5'2" *20 *Japanese American *Lean, athletic build *Black undercut wore in a man bun *Amber eyes *Wears a similar outfit to Cassandra Jones in ROTTMNT minus the bandages around the arms *Lesbian *Miwa's older half sister *Oroku Saki (Shredder)'s oldest daughter *Shredder was visiting her with his wife and Miwa when he was kidnapped, she was able to save Miwa but not Shredder or his wife *Mother died of sickness when Karai was 8 *Knows English, Japanese and Chinese *Lives in New York, was born in Japan and raised there until her father remarried and moved to China *Experienced kunoichi and great swordswoman *Uses katana *Meets the turtles later on when they are in New York *Sort of a Big sister/motherly figure to 'Nardo because he reminds her of her younger self *Not very close with the other turtles, really only talks with them when discussing Stockman or Miwa *Kind of aggressive because of her grudge against Stockman *Later learns to open up more and to be less aggressive *Gets a crush on and dates April

*Oroku Saki (Shredder) T)(IS SECTION CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR T)(E TMNT 2012 S)(OW!!!

*)(e/)(im Cis male *6'3 1/2" (Pre mutation) *8'9" (Post mutation) *57 *Japanese-Chinese *Pre mutation was a large, toned, muscular man *Shoulder length hair wore half down with v shaped bangs *Wore suits or ninja garb *Dark brown eyes *Looks similar to to The Super Shredder post mutation *Loses his hair *Father To Miwa and Karai *)(ad 2 wives that have now died (Oroku Jing, Miwa's mother and Oroku Yuuko, Karai's mother) *Used to be close friends and business partners with Baxter Stockman before he was kidnapped and experimented on *The mutation left him mentally unstable and incredibly aggressive *When he escaped the lab he attacked one of the cities close to the lab *Sanity gets restored and he gets stabilized later on *Stabilization did not change him physically, only mentally *Turtles frequently fought him pre stabilization *Relationship with turtles is rough post stabilization *Very supportive and good father to Miwa and Karai post stabilization *)(is character is inspired by 2012 Leatherhead and Ninjago's Lord Garmadon

*Oroku Yuuko

*She/)(er Cis female *5'1" *42 (at time of death) *Japanese *Thin and sickly *Long, thin, black hair that she wore down *Wore hospital robes *Amber eyes *Karai's deceased mother *Died of tuberculous *Died when Karai was 8 *Loved Saki and Karai dearly *Taught Karai about weaponry and anatomy at a young age *Before she was sick she would help Karai learn swordsmanship *When she died she gave solely Karai access to her study and library

*Oroku Jing

*She/)(er Cis female *5'3" *54 *Chinese *Thin but curvy, model-esque if you will *Short, thick, brown hair *Wore sleek, business casual outfits *Dark green eyes *Miwa's deceased mother *Was killed by Stockman when her family and her were visiting Karai and Stockman kidnapped Saki *Married Saki a year after Yuuko's passing *Was a model and met Saki while on a business trip in Japan *Was sweet but distant at times to both Saki and Miwa *Spoiled Miwa with shopping trips and gifts quite often *Was planning to put Miwa in art school before she died

*Next up, I'm writing about the muntants like Mondo Gecko, Bebop and Rocksteady, and even some OCs!!!

[sunny6677]

SO RAMBLE ABOUT IRIS!! MY ARO ACE AND IMMORTAL OC!!

@normystical @mayisgoingnuts @catsockpuppet

TWS FOR TRAUMA, IRIS GOING THROUGH IT, TRAUAMTIC EVENTS, SUFFERING, SUICIDE, IMMORTALITY, ETC

This is Iris!!

Basically—shes... kind of been alive since the moment earth came into existence? Well, kind of.

Basically, there's this theory that earth was a ball of flames for a little while until a piece of Mars came crashing down into earth, forming the moon. Earth became an ocean after a bit in this theory, forming slight mountains and volcanoes I'm pretty sure. And it's kind of hard to explain but.. (her name is Iris by the way) Iris quite literally formed out of the ground? Somehow, she formed out of the ground, and quite literally had no idea what the fuck was happening. Due to humans or any creature for that matter not being around yet, for a little while, she had the mentality of an infant. But when the Cambrian Explosion happened(which was basically an event where a bunch of life that doesn't exist anymore formed in the ocean), that's kind of where she got a sense of danger I guess? Basically, she saw something moving in the water while sitting on land, and she didn't have a sense of potential danger due to not being around anyone or anything at all at the time, so she dove into the water to see what it was. And proceeded to get murdered by a predator in the water, earning her a phobia of oceans and a sense of danger.

Oh yeah, and she sort of has a life cycle? Basically, anytime she dies, she wakes up somewhere else, and her dead body immediately vanishes. So for a little while until creatures appeared, she kept dying continously from starvation and dehydration, but thought of this as normal and didn't mind as much as it hurt. She still thought of this as normal when the predator attacked her, and even if she woke up in a different spot after, she was still afraid.

But fast foward a little bit—dinosaurs appear, and new land and life starts to form. She quite literally lives in fear of carnivores, and occasionally hangs around the herbivores since they're like the only animals she trusts. Sometimes, due to her lacking morality due to her mental state not being grown—she will cold-heartedly kill a creature in order to eat. She comes to regret this once she actually does gain a sense of morality though. She dies multiple times in this period—being strangled by a titanoboa, being mauled by a herd of dinosaurs, etc. But when the extinction happens, she is obviously okay, but dies multiple times in the process. She's alone for a bit again, until the first signs of humans(Nethandrals and Cavemen) appear.

The first time she interacted with humans, she was quite literally crawling around and discovered a bunch of humans(Cavemen) in the distance in their large cave. She went up to them, not knowing if they were dangerous or not, and was curious since they sort of resembled how she looked. But these humans didn't exactly have a sense of morality either yet, and began to attempt to attack her and fend her off from the territory—or they got a little bit too curious about her and always just scare dber in the process due to her trauma. For a little bit, she sort of fears humans.

But once that period moves by and humans actually begin to develop languages and civilizations, only then does she finally approach humans again. She moves into this old town called Uruk(which is now abandoned today), and finally develops everything she doesn't have already. Morality, a sense of language(due to her first language being an ancient language called Sumerian, she has a tiny accent that no one ever seems to be able to quite place), knowledge, etc. The first time she sees someone actually die right before her eyes, she's fine with it, and says that they'll come back later depending on how far wherever they went after they died is. She is shocked when the humans tell her that.. well, that's not normal. And is actually introduced to the proper concept of death. She reacts horribly to this, and kind of fears death in other people now even if it is a normal thing, but the humans don't help and instead start stupidly obsessively worshipping her like a bunch of idiots since they discovered that she cant die. This leads to her not ever telling anyone that she couldn't die ever again. For years and years after this, Iris wonders through different kingdoms and civilizations making her journeys, and despite the many horrors she's lived through, she decided to try and take care or humanity the best they can since 'they're another species trying to live just like her and don't know any better—so the least she can do is take care of them'. And in doing this, she develops a routines she does for CENTURIES and CENTURIES. Basically forever. She basically stays in one place for a week, checks on different things like the latest inventions or events etc etc, then purposefully kills herself so she can be transported somewhere else and do the same exact thing.

Through all of her years of living, she sees some pretty fucked up shit. She lives through historical events, she dies in messed up ways, etc. Which means she has a load of trauma and probably needs multiple therapists. She and humanity also have sort of an unhealthy relationship I guess? Since no matter what humanity does, she still doesn't hate them. Since she's technically older than them, she treats them like children, even if they are elderly. Always excusing what they do to her with "They don't know any better". When humanity does something kind of fucked up though, she will attempt to scold them or stand up to them, since even she can acknowledge when something they do that effects other people is bad.

Oh yeah, and during the Caveman era—she kind of got killed by a bunch of Cavemen once due to trying to protect an innocent caveman child? This is one of her more prominent memories unfortunately, so she's traumatized due to this, and reacts badly when she remembers it.

As for her personality;

She's fairly motherly, caring, kind-hearted, but very anxious and scared most of the time. She looks as if she's about to collapse from fear every moment she exists, and is very exhausted most of the time. She also kind of has a bit of a messed up and confusing memory due to how much time she's been alive. And she's kind of died of everything at this point, so she's unphased anytime she dies now. She is very fragile—and can fight back, but she for some reason never does due to reasons regarding some other lore I haven't talked about. She is generally miserable, and exhausted half the time but just keeps going no matter what.

Other facts about her is that her favorite hobby is coin collecting or collecting items and burying them before she kills herself so she can collect more stuff if she ever comes back, her favorite food is bread since it was the first food she was ever given—though her favorite was specifically Mesopotamian Bread, her favorite sport is wrestling, her favorite story is the Epic of Gilgamesh. Due to how long she's been alive and how long she's had to learn certain things, she's basically good at everything like cooking, the flute, exercising, etc. She also feels incredibly guilty about things humanity did that weren't even her fault because she 'couldn't prevent them from doing it', and also deeply misses her first home Uruk and has gone back more than once to mourn her past there. She also sees humanity as a mother would her own children, which is why she's so gentle with them in the first place.

[mists-reading-nook]

"and jean—"

I caught you slipping.

I caught you slipping.

Please give us the good good deats.

Damnit 😔

Alright alright,you caught me.

Tw for gore!!

So,as we have said,tethers can form on people,as well as places and things,and tevyat itself.

So the following people have Tethers with Kaeya:

-Diluc

-Jean

-Lisa

-Albedo

His strongest tethers are to Diluc and Jean.

So shortly after Dilucs death,Jean is dealing with Tevyats death (although she doesn't know that Tevyats dying). She's working herself thin,and the entire time,she keeps getting these awful stomach aches. Her voice is almost gone as well. Then one day,she comes down with a terrible cough. It almost feels like something is coming up her throat...she just can't stop coughing,and when she finally gets what's in her throat out,she dies almost on the spot. Her vison goes black,as if she closed her eyes. Her head falls to her desk. Lisa,who found her later that day,saw jeans head laying lifeless on the desk,Blood dripping out of her open mouth. Her jaw looked almost broken.

However,that wasn't the most horrifying thing. Laying on the desk,was about 8 Calla Lilies. The roots of the flowers were curled around the broken and ripped remains of Jean's heart,which was openly bleeding onto the papers scattered on her desk. A scream is heard. Then a loud thump. Lisa is later found unconscious on the floor of Jean's office.

When she awakes,all she does is scream.

[lya-dustin]

Someone will remember us

Chapter 55

Gif by @ashley-jones

Taglist: @stargaryenx @mercedesdecorazon

Tw: implied offscreen murder and sexual assault of children(a.k.a blood and cheese)

She is too nervous about this.

There are giggles, touches she initiates and the moment the door locks, Aemma changes into a riding habit she had made a month ago, it is snug over her belly, but it fits and that is all that matters.

“Fly to Stokeworth, they are loyal to your mother.” Aemond orders as he leads her down the same path she had taken weeks before. “The distance here will not be too taxing for you and allows you a respite for your travels.”

He is a worrywart, always has been. During the progress he was always hovering over her fearing the worst and now Aemond fears she might hurt herself if she flies directly to Dragonstone.

A ship takes roughly three to five days to get there, a dragon ride was about half a day and a heavily pregnant woman who’s been confined to a bed will not be able to handle a direct flight of six hours.

“I’m not an idiot.” She said as she followed behind him. He had put himself ahead of her, in case they find someone in here, but the ratcatchers won’t care and if they do, Aemma will be gone by the time they find someone to tell. “I will fly to Stokeworth, then to Duskendale and then to Spicetown. I’ve made this flight a dozen times, Aemond.”

“Take my hand.” Not a suggestion, but a command which she protests.

“I need to know where you are, I cannot see well, remember.” He reminded her and she conceded.

His hand is clammy, they always are when he is nervous. She used to tease him about it when they were little and still did until now.

“You’re scared.” She points out and fought the urge to tell him everything would be fine.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he throws back as he hands her his dagger unprompted. “One or all of us could die tonight.”

“We won’t die, I promise you.” She said taking his dagger and noticed she hasn’t recoiled from the disgust.

She hadn’t that morning either when he almost tried waking her up with a kiss. She had almost wished to have let him take a few more liberties with her, pregnancy didn’t mix well with separation.

The path had yet to be cleared completely, but it was wide enough for them to walk side by side. He still holding her hand and she no longer trying to slap it away.

“I know you hate me and think me a craven, but I cannot lose you.”  He turns and she can see it in his eye that he is putting her above his family, and she wished this moment had not come so late.

“I don’t hate you.” Aemma said quietly, as if it were a secret he was not to know. “I have tried, but I just, I just can’t.”

To hate you, I’d have to cut out my heart. She wished she could tell him the agony he has caused her. Unable to rid herself of her stupid and weak womanly heart who loves him even after what he did.

“I killed your brother, I broke my promise to you and our son, it goes against reason.” He points out, as if she didn’t know that.

“Love, the greatest gift the gods gave us.” She said sarcastically and Aemond still looks at her as if she lost her mind. “I want to hate you, I cannot forgive you, but somehow I cannot find in my weak womanly heart to hate you.”

“You’re not weak, don’t sell yourself short, Aemee.” He says and for a moment it’s as if nothing had changed between them.

“I know my limitations, Almond.” Aemma used that old nickname that usually annoys him. He hates almonds and hates it that one time his father wrote almond instead of Aemond on a letter.

“If you were weak, you would have married Stark as your mother wanted instead of going against her and marrying me.” He reminds her.

“If I had been strong, I would have taken matters in my own hands and stopped this fucking war by before it even started. Instead, I let the adults order me around like a puppet.” If only she hadn’t listened to her grandparents and Teora, if only she had told Aegon and her mother none of this would have happened.

All the deaths, all the hurts, all that senseless destruction is her fault for being a weak little girl.

“We cannot stop fate, Aemee. We can just ---” he stops abruptly when they finally get into the hidden doors in the saddle room.

The dragons are frantic, Dreamfyre who is as passive and meek as Silverwing is roaring bloody murder and the twins’ hatchlings are not faring any better.

“Something is wrong.” She whispered and she knew her worry was mirrored on his face even if he refused to stop trying to get her into her saddle.

Morghul, Jaehaera’s dragon, shrieks as if it were being murdered and his mother snapped and bit at the dragonkeepers who tried their best to see to the hatchling.

His sister, Shrykos, keeps them away from him and their mother as if defending them from this unseen assaulter.

“We need to turn back; your sister needs us.” Aemma tugs him back and for a second, he thinks of listening to her. “Jaehaera is in danger, your niece needs you!”

“Aemond.” She pleads with him, and both come to a stop. A part of her knows that this is her only chance to escape.

But she would gladly give it up for Helaena and her children.

“If we turn back, you will be the one in danger.” Her husband holds her by the shoulders and then took her face in his hands when Aemma still urged him to forget her and run to his family’s rescue. “I cannot lose you.”

Aemma could lie and tell him he won’t, that his family won’t kill her or hurt their son, but both know the truth. The moment the baby is born she is dead.

“The moment I know you are away from this place, I will make sure they are safe, I promise you.” He tries to convince her that they are doing the right thing to ignore the cries for help the hatchlings make.

Morghul grows quiet and yet continued giving pained cries, but then Shrykos lets out a shriek so awful before she falls dead.

“Jaehaerys.” Aemma clings to Aemond and begs him to turn back. “Someone’s killed him, Aemond, please, Helaena needs us.”

Someone had hurt and killed the King’s children, someone who wanted revenge. Just the notion that someone would harm an innocent child makes her sick to her stomach.

Her mother wouldn’t do this, no, mother genuinely cared for Helaena and would never hurt a child.

But then there was the man who killed his own wife and Aemma’s own father.

Could Daemon be so cruel as to order innocent children to be killed?

“Henujagon.” He orders the moment he’s finished securing the chains on her saddle. “Sōvegon.”

Leave. Fly.

And her dragon, takes his orders as if they had come from her.

[amissafide]

We all do what we have to. We all walk the path we think is right. One day you may realize that said path had lead you into a fiery inferno but even then, all you can do is keep going. That all I've ever done. All I'll ever do.

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Emmeline Vance

ALIAS/NICKNAME: Emmy, Emms, Snake (those that dislike her), Vance

AGE: Twenty

BIRTH DATE: September 23rd, 1960

BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood

AFFILIATION: Order of the Phoenix (during the war), Ministry of Magic (currently)

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Woman. She/her

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Flat in Knockturn Alley

OTHER: Vance Manor (is considering moving there again)

OCCUPATION: Curse Breaker, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Ministry of Magic, in support of the Auror Department

PETS: Barnaby (male, great horned owl)

WAND: Ebony, phoenix feather core, 12 1/2 inches, unyielding

PATRONUS: Chestnut Stallion

BOGGART: Losing her loved ones

AMORTENTIA: Unknown

SCENT: lavender, ink

INSPIRATION

SONG: I'm still here by Sia, Courage to change by Sia, Lean on me (J2 Version), I blame the world by Sasha Alex Sloan

PINTEREST: here !!

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Ismelda (muggleborn) and Alusius Vance (pureblood).

SIBLINGS: None.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.

OTHER FAMILY: None known to her.

CHILDREN: None.

EDUCTATION:

SCHOOL: Hogwarts

HOUSE: Slytherin

EXTRACURRICULAR: Chaser for the Slytherin Quidditch team, Charms club Potions Club, Dueling club

CLASSES INVESTED IN: Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures, Alchemy, Herbology, Potions, Transfiguration, Defense against the Dark Arts

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Italian, Latin

OTHER LANGUAGES: can read ancient runes

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOR: Green

HAIR COLOR: Blonde

HEIGHT: 5′5

SCARS: Thin lines spreading like roots from the palm of her right hand up in the inside of her wrist due to dark magic firing back

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: High. Adaptive.

SKILLS: Wandless magic (minor, practicing), Flying (decent), Dueling (practicing, decent)

POSITIVE TRAITS: creative, resourceful, determined, caring, proud, observant

NEGATIVE TRAITS: desperate, impulsive, impatient, reckless, deceptive at times

MBTI: INTJ

BIOGRAPHY: (tw death, violence)

Emmeline was born to Ismelda and Alusius Vance on September 2rd, 1960 on a stormy night shortly before midnight. Her parents were an unusual pair as Aluisus believed in the ideals of the world he lived in and felt himself part of the pureblood society as much as the next one. While he had known that marrying Ismelda would be looked upon as odd, he'd been drawn to her from and simply pushed himself to believe that his one sidestep could not ruin the future of all there was. It had been a mistake that would eventually come to cost him dearly as with each passing day, and later the birth of Emmeline, society made it very clear that they did not in fact approve of his choice. Even though it wasn't the most widespread fact, their family still paid the price for it. Ismelda herself never found her place in pureblood society and in return disliked the purists and their idea of life. With Alusius' firm belief to raise Emmeline the way him and his friends had been raised, the young witch grew up resenting her mother as everything she learned caused her to believe things were very much her mother's fault. How else could on explain the way things had gone downhill? It started with her, surely it would end with her. Thus, the witch felt drawn to her father, doing her very best to impress him while growing up into a competent witch, who would upon being sorted find herself within Slytherin. For the very first time she truly felt at home, fitting right in with the crowd. The loss of her mother during her second year almost didn't bother had, was it not for the uncomfortable attention for the two weeks after. It wasn't until her seventh year that Emmeline began to change her view. The loss of her father, allegedly due to Death Eaters caused her world to crumble. For a while she isolated herself, graduated and joined the ministry and Gringott's for their training program of curse breakers before eventually finding herself at a loss for what to do. In those dark hours she found her way to Dumbledore, asking for a way out. The Order of the Phoenix became her new home and although she felt drawn toward her old life, loyal to those she'd once called family and friends, with each step she made forward, new loyalties began to grown on the side of the Order. Some bonds became strong enough that the fight began to make sense. Now that the war is won, the witch has moments in which she desperately yearns for either side as she misses the people more than anything. A part of her doesn't quite know what to make of a world without conflict, as she feels that it was all the world had ever been to her; a choice between light and dark, right or wrong. Emmeline is still very much getting used to the idea that people now know her as a former member of the Order; a fact she'd tried to keep under wraps for the duration of the war as it allowed for her to slip through the shadows. Over the course of the war her interest in potions increased, her passion for the brewing of those as well as alchemy settled with a part of her wondering if the path of an alchemist or perhaps even healer could be something for her. Emmeline is still figuring out who she is in this new world but she is no longer the girl she left behind at Hogwarts, during her darkest days.

[gunmetalgrey-trashpile]

✿ (from sam

for @diabolicaltendencies 

15: last kiss

She had epic destiny, a life of crossed pistols and drawn swords. A heroes journey. At least her version of a hero.

Sailing under a black flag carried a death sentence, and yet it was the only way to find home amongst sea spray for someone like her. She would never be truly free, not in a world confined to stays and hoop skirts. She needed the ocean like she needed air in her lungs, and whatever cost she had to pay was worth it. Piracy was the life legends were built on.

Meeting Sam had been the last thing she had expected. Alex Moran would chase her brother to the ends of the earth, and yet this beautiful doctor had her bound to him. Not through marraige, or any kind of agreement. Simply because he was kind, and reckless, and the only person who could make her feel alive without the sound of sails whipping against the wind.

Samuel Prescott was the ocean at its finest. Calm, alluring, peaceful. And yet a seething mass beneath, more depth than could ever be explored. His eyes rang with the charm of endless tides, a spell that tied her heart to his. He would patch her up countless times, as long as his laugh was there to brighten her day she would be content.

Yet gunshots battered the stone around them, and there was no alternative. They had sprinted to the highest point around, the top of Fort Charles. 

Alex spun, ignoring the booming shots from the other side of the wall. Her arms wrapped around his waist, gun still in hand as her hat flew off with the hungry wind. From here ti whipped them both, her wild hair flowing around her face.

She locked lips with him desperately. One last time. She would send her heart on with him, to live on. Death was nothing but unexplored and uncharted waters, after all. She pulled away enough to press her forehead against his, smiling in the way she wanted him to remember her. Tears wouldn’t save them.

    “ You, are the greatest adventure I could have asked for.”

Alex broke away, shoving Sam backwards, hard. Pushing him over the cliffs and down, towards the water a startling pace. She hadn’t noticed that she was holding her breath until she gasped at his head, bobbing above the waves below. He was alive. 

And now he needed time. Just what she was running out of.

Cutlass drawn, pistol loaded, Alex Moran was ready to live. One last time.

She pressed her back to the wall, listening to the poor soldiers shouting on the other side. As she left her shelter and her body took each impact of the muskets balls, her shot found home in the captains heart and her sword running through as many of them ash she could reach. These kings men, these poor red coats who hunted pirates and thieves who lived by a far nobler code than they could imagine.

Her head hit the stone cobbles with a thud, her lips parted in a permanent grin that didn’t reach her glassy eyes. Maybe she would live on in the stories or the wild captain, or maybe just in Samuel Prescott’s memory. Either way, she had gone out fighting.

[spiderman-anti]

i’m really tired of the internet right now, can people share nice facts/good things that have happened recently? or just like funny stories... nothing 2 do with discourse?

and also rest in peace science man steven hawkings!!

[wright-right-mah-dude]

Held At Gun Point

"Goodbye, Hero." "Villain, please!!! You don't have to do this!!!" Villain chuckled sadly, shaking their head, "I have no choice! SuperVillain will have my head if I don't kill you!!!" Hero desperately tried to look for a way to get out of this situation, -which was hard considering a bloody gun was to their head- until an idea struck them, "Run away with me." Villain looked at them blankly for a moment, gun shaking in their hand, "What?" "Run away with me! You have your options, kill me and have to deal with SuperVillain's constant abuse, let me go and you end up dying, or... we can both live, be free, start a new life!!!! Don't you want that?!" Sudden footsteps could be heard and Villain blanched, "I'm sorry." Hero blinked as they gulped back a sob, "'s okay, see you later." Tears streamed down Villain's face, "S-see you then..." *bang*