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wayfayrr · 6 months ago

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Don't worry I understand that you needed a break so don't worry I gotcha!

Disclaimer this can be different from the original as I haven't met him or there wasn't much information about him to find!

Slowly I see my red threads from my stories XD. Sry, I got distracted here is the Hero of Souls as Reader, obviously. Thanks to @zelda-the-sacred-realm for giving crazy ideas.

Their title is Hero of Souls, which is practically the Hero of Warriors in their world.

They are a Brave Spirit. Their nickname is "Souls".

They can summon souls to their aid and fight with them. They also can raise the morals of the troops. They see impure hearts of traitors and are a walking lie-detector.

They have girlfriends, which surprisingly are Cia and Lana. Yes, they managed that somehow.

They get flustered very easily but are also a very duty-bound person.

You can say the cheesiest pick up line and they EXPLODE red. As Cia kissed them the first time they got knocked out cold out of embarrassment.

They can't flirt to save their life! But their are the best and most considerate partner someone can wish for.

They are a serious person but have the friendliest smile.

They love to read and love strategy books the most.

Their favourite is lemon cheesecake.

They died at the age of 24. They saved a knight only to be stabbed in the back by him, literally.

But not only Cia and Lana got revenge but them too.

As a Spirit they fulfilled their last order, eliminate every traitor of the knights. And they did, every single one of them was killed by their sword, Cia's rod or Lana's book.

They respected Child!Time and Wind with utmost respect as they were children and fought in war with them. Meeting Time again was a surprise for them, especially the adult version of him. But they still show him the same amount of respect then before.

They are so polite you would think, they are from the royal family!

Warriors would be so confused. They may look like him and went through the same shit as him, but they act SO differently!! They even got together with Lana AND Cia, just what the hell!? But Cia shows her genuine love for them, same with Lana and that's what matters. No woman goes near them, good choice.

The Chain doesn't care.

Legend will say on multiple occasions and every time when Warriors is near, that he likes Reader more and they are the better Wars.

But they are very modest and keep insisting that even they have flaws. The Chain doesn't want to hear it.

Their flaw is that they are a trouble magnet. They went on a barren field with nothing and turned it into a warzone against monsters.

They are able to tell the two Cias apart. (Their's and Warriors' Cia)

They tell the Chain about Corruption and what it does to a spirit.

They also got the task to give the fallen soldiers peace.

Their Song is "Zelda Rap" from None like Joshua ft. FabvL, GoblinsFromMars, Starby.

How they met.

Legend's PoV:

We walked around Warriors' Hyrule. We travelled around the once battlefield and saw monsters coming our way. We prepared ourselves for a fight but we heard someone behind us.

„Soldiers, Rise and Fight with me!“ We looked back and saw an army of soldiers but they glowed bluish. We saw a person dressed like Warriors with the same shitty scarf. They raised their sword and pointed towards the monsters and it's blades glowed blue like the soldiers. „Attack and let's defend our home and it's people!“

The soldiers ran past and through us! Their captain stepped towards us and smiled friendly at us before looking straight to their men.

„Don't let the monsters break through! Our families and friends count on us to protect them!!“ They shined more brightly before stepping towards us and nodded their head.

„Please go and hide, now it's our turn to defend our home. You just step back and let us knights handle it.“ they sounded calm before marching into the battlefield and participating in the fight. They seem very experienced in battling and swordfight. They barked orders at their men and fought themself against monsters. We wanted to help but Time shook his head and looked at the knights who fought in our stead. After the battle the men stood in front of their captain in a row and I now understood why Time didn't want us to participate, none of the soldiers had seeable eyes only their captain who walked up and down and talked to their army with their hands behind their back.

„Today we may not have killed Ganondorf, but we fought back his armies which try to take over Hyrule! We did a good job today, my men. We should be proud being able to protect our loved ones from any harm. I'm glad being your captain!“ They stopped and looked at their army with their hand on their forehead for a salute and the men followed. We heard the army talk for the first time, except for their warcries.

„Thank you, Captain!“ They looked all so stiff and their Captain talked again.

„You are dismissed!“ they gave their hand down to end the salute and the army followed suit.

„Yes, Captain!“ and with that they disappeared into thin air and the captain turned around and smiled in a polite manner.

„Please be careful. I didn't die, so that others throw their lifes away.“ we jumped away a bit as they said that they died.

„How did you die?“ asked Warriors and they looked solemn to us.

„Got stabbed in the back, literally. Traitors are some pieces of work. And sorry that I startled you, it's probably the first time encountering a spirit with the ability to fight.“ They bowed down and Time began to talk.

„Why did you stop us from fighting? We are very capable if defending ourselves.“

„Good sir, I don't question your ability to defend yourselves, but the fact is that you are mortals and can die. I, a spirit, can not. I had to step down as a captain and knight after my death, but that doesn't mean that I don't try to defend my home. My era is over but I already met the new hero and I'm sure he is capable of protecting our home like I did.“ our all attention was directed towards them.

„What's the name of the hero and your's. Maybe I know you.“ asked Warriors and the questioned person slightly bowed down with their left hand onto their chest.

„You may call me "Souls" that's what the new hero called me and the new Hero hasn't a title yet as he still is traveling to save it, so he mostly is called "Link".“

„Great a hero without a title!“ I blurted out.

„But we could help him on his journey.“ said the Old Man.

„Link, is in good hand and doesn't need any extra help. He has the Legendary Spirits by his side and he knows that he always can summon me if he needs extra help.“

„Legendary Spirits?“

„Yes, of course. The Legendary Spirit of Worlds, of Time, of Wind, of Twilight, of Wild and the Legendary Spirit of Sky. My predecessors are good people even if Time isn't showing it.“

„Wait wait wait wait! Your predecessors!? Who the hell are you!?“ I called out to him and they giggled as they bowed down again the same as before.

„Sorry, I should've introduced me properly. I'm Reader and I'm the Hero of Souls and the Brave Spirit of Souls. I died a long time ago.“

„What happened to the asshole which killed you?“ said Wind and they widen their eyes as they heard his voice even widened even more upon seeing him.

„The Hero of Wind! Long time no see! How is Tetra and your crew?“ they kneeled down and Wind dashed towards them even if he didn't know who this person was.

„They are doing great! And we had so many adventures!“

„That's great to hear, maybe you can tell me someday what happened but right now my time is up.“ They dissolved before us into air but they still ruffled Wind's hair.

„I'm proud of the hero you've become, Hero of Wind.“ with that they were gone.

We all looked at each other, confused. How do they know Wind and why did they dissolve!? We didn't know, they were a spirit on bought time.

And that's how they met. They learned bit by bit, that Reader is from another world and practically Warriors. But they weren't fine with the fact that Reader has not one but two girlfriends! Yandere Chain wasn't happy at all. But they felt satisfied by hearing that Cia put their killer to hell and back and still does to this date. But Yandere Warriors will have the time of his life. Reader gets flustered very easily and even Cia is abusing this fact. So he gets them red all the time when Reader is visible. Wild asks about their favourite and it's recipe. Just to make it when they are participating their dinner. Legend loves to see them read somewhere in peace. It has a calming effect on him to see Reader leaning or sitting somewhere and read about strategies. He even kisses their cheek sometimes so they lose focus and turn bright red. After that he sits beside them and reads with them. He even tells stories about his Hyrule and time. Wind is very clingy about them. They teach him things that he needs to know as an adult and are useful in fights. But they always tell him how proud they are and act like a older sibling seeing his younger brother following their footsteps. Four tries to look at their sword and maintain it but it fells through his hand, but they gladly tell him all about it. But he becames overprotective after hearing about that they can corrupted, because that means Dink can take them away from the group, from Him! Yandere Time kinda basks in their trust and attention he gets from them. Souls respected Time as a child already but as an adult they see him as a superior and follow orders when given. Twilight is near them to protect and save them when Dink tries something. But he uses his accent to get them to blush fairly often. Well, they blush every time when he calls them "Darlin'" that's the whole time. Sky and Hyrule on the other hand love that Reader like to spend time with them. Reader is a calm person and likes to read in peace when free, which isn't often but Sky and Hyrule give them the feeling that they can just put their captain's cap down and be themself. But they listen more to problems then to tell their own and as someone who is in a relationship, they get asked about all sorts of things. Wind asks about how he should get Tetra to like him back, while the others ask about how they get the person they love to notice them. But they are impressed by Reader's resolution for protecting their home, even if they get corrupted in the process and how well they are able to ride a horse even as a ghost.

THE MENACE IS OUT

@trippygalaxy come over 'ere

Also I can really see wars feeling really protective over souls!reader like really, seeing as its also reflects on him how they died. that could have been him. which is going to shake him to his very core.

also the fact that they're a spirit? going to really mess with the yan chain because reader could really leave them at any time. really everything about this reader clashes with a yan chain. they HAVE partners, they aren't bound to the chain, they are already DEAD. it's going to be hell keeping them at their side.

I wonder if the chain could find a way to tie their spirit into a vessel, or someway to prevent the corruption? it might be something that they have to look into so that they don't loose themselves (and if it gives them a way to keep their lover closer then who'll say no?)

Cia and lana are the biggest obstacles for certain though. there's got to be some way to get rid of them right? right??

the way that they expect to know wind and well mask/time too it's heartbreaking seeing as they're from a different timeline and simply can't remember ;-; (I know they can in this drabble but it'd hurt even more if they couldn't)

#the chain asking too about how to get their crush to notice them HELPPPPPPPPPP #it's so unrequited it hurts #moss✦answers #yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #link x reader #yandere link #linked universe #sacred realm #sacred realm x reader #menace anon

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exalted-dawn-drabbles · 10 months ago

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Ed prompts!!😌🔥🔥I come a-begging for some of your Warden gorl please: 'the taste of stolen apples' from the childhood prompts

Gonna go ahead and answer this LOVELY prompt as well as @kiastirling 's prompt for "Come on, I want to show you something." :333 Its been so long since I've written my beloved Tabris, Shaesa and it felt so good to write for her again (as you could probably tell by the 1.5k word count- jeez, I rarely write that much in a week or two XD) I hope y'all enjoy a little peak at my Warden <3

for @dadrunkwriting

Rated T: For very slight innuendo?, ~1.5k words

The Taste of Stolen Apples | By Exalted_Dawn

The air was thick with the taste of smog and wet earth; puddles on cobblestones, cart tracks through mud, and the smoke of a thousand different cook stoves mingling between every inhale. Shaesa’s throat was raw as she ran, and that thick, city air blanketed her lungs, making it even harder to breathe than it already was. Behind her, she could hear the thundering of feet and warning calls– a sound as familiar to her as it was nostalgic. Nostalgic, save for the new addition of frantic footsteps beside her. Another set of lungs fighting for breath.

“Tell me again why we had to steal them?!”

Alistair's hand stayed clutched in hers, tight to the point that she could feel his calluses through her gloves. Two apples stayed cradled tightly against her chest in the other, their skins a beautiful and brilliant dappled red that blossomed like flowers against Denerim’s more ubiquitous beige, brown, and greys.

“Shush! C’mon, I want to show you something,” she answered, not really answering at all as she pulled him down a side alley. They ran. Over boxes, around carts, through several clothes lines. They ran until Shaesa could no longer hear the shouts of the guards at their backs, threatening beatings and bars. All these years, and they still hadn’t come up with anything new. It was almost comforting.

She turned down a side street, plunging into the shadow of two buildings built a little too close– a arm’s span of feet between both walls and crowded with small balconies and scaffolds erected for drafts that will never be fully patched. It was like diving into a warm hug for Shaesa; her special, secret place, where the world fell away for a while. “This way,” she laughed, pulling on Alistair’s arm a bit too hard in her haste.

“Ow! Hey, it’s not as though everyone can squeeze through these tiny spaces. Slow down for us taller folk,” he grumbled, face twisted in an adorable scowl as he puzzled how to get his leg through a gap in the wooden beams.

A bit of teasing and two minutes of thoughtful maneuvering later, and finally they stumbled out onto a small stairwell that led from the ground up to a third floor window. Across from that, a windowsill strong enough to hold their weight as Shaesa stepped onto it and scrambled up onto the rooftop, Alistair following close behind. As he puffed and struggled to pull himself over the eaves, she took the time to inspect their prizes. Two palm-sized apples, still perfectly pearly and unbruised. Better than she could have hoped, and much better than a majority of the apples she’d stolen before now.

Shaesa pocketed them into her pouch before turning to help Alistair the rest of the way up, her feet scraping against red shingles worn brown as she fought the weight of him. It took her two good tugs and one hearty curse to the Maker, but the both of them tumbled back some as Alistair finally came to rest beside her on the tilted slope of Denerim’s rooftops.

Bodies pressed close for balance, each with their chests heaving fast, they probably made quite the picture, but before she could help herself, Shaesa erupted into a fit of full-bellied giggles. “Not bad for your first chase.”

“I’ll have you know that that wasn’t my first chase,” he responded, jabbing her in the stomach. “I once stole a half wheel of cheddar from the local cheesemaker when I was ten, and his wife pursued me through the streets of Redcliffe with a butcher's knife before giving up.”

Shaesa snickered. “Oohhhhh, very impressive.”

“You know,” he said, jabbing her in the cheek with a finger. “I don’t appreciate your tone. I could have gone without the spontaneous theft today. We had the coin to pay for those.”

“Yes, but why pay when it tastes so much better stolen?” She reached up to grab his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm, and then onto her toes to press another to his lips. “But I’m sorry– I promise I will not pull you into another heist without your prior permission okay? It was only for just this once.”

Alistair looked like he wanted to argue, but a moment turned into two, and the fight deflated in him, replaced by tender relent. He leaned in to kiss her back, slow and sure, before pulling away with a slight huff. “Just this once, then. Now-” He turned his gaze over his shoulder, out across the sea of shingled valleys and timber ridges. A hundred roofs for their seeing. “Are you going to finally explain to me why we’re up here?”

“Yes.” She held out a hand for him to take and pulled him along, following the slope before jumping over onto an overlapping roof, this one a bit flatter. They walked for a small while, navigating a couple more peaks until finally she reached her spot– a lopsided slant roof that sat on top of a book maker's store. From here, they could see a majority of Denerim’s markets, all alive with bustle and business. Calls for sales and new shipments echoed up from the square even at this distance, but it was far enough to make for comfortable blank noise. Sitting, she patted the roof beside her and pulled out both apples. “I used to come here with my cousin all the time as a child. Me and Shianni would steal apples from the local grocer when we didn’t have enough money for meals, and then would come here to eat them.”

She didn’t look at Alistair as she passed him the apple. Instead, her eyes remained fondly placed, looking out beyond the silhouette of Denerim’s castle, chasing the shapes of clouds against the grey sky.

Sheasa breathed in the air again– the cold and the wet. She smiled. “...It feels good to remember, sometimes.”

Wooden beams creaked in protest as Alistair finally settled, his overly long legs folding in front of him. Even without looking directly at him, she could see the somberness from the corner of her eyes. He was all sloped shoulders and mopey frowns. The apple she had given him turned endlessly in his hand.

It was weird for him to be so quiet.

“What?” she asked, already knowing.

“I just realized that you don’t talk about your past much. Or, at least you haven’t, before now that is.”

Her feet flexed once. The apple in her hand also turned. “Yeah, I know.”

Somewhere beneath them, a dog had found an alley cat to bother, the sound of their clash echoing up to their little hiding place. Another familiar noise. It felt like a hundred years had passed since Ostagar. She’d almost forgotten this place and its smells. Its noises.

She looked down to her apple, and idly traced the freckles that dotted its waxy skin. “I always thought that apples tasted the best from up here. Me and Shianni would eat and laugh at all the shems who tried to chase us. They always tried, but never once were we caught. Up on this roof, we were untouchable.” The one place where they could look down on the world for a while, and not the other way around. Odd to think that she was saving it, now. “The Landsmeet is in two weeks. I guess I just…. thought it might be nice to come here again.” She peeked back up at him, and added, “I also wanted to share it with you.”

This part of her. The past. A couple of stolen apples. And anything the future had to offer. She didn’t say it enough.

She reached for Alistair’s hand and he reached back, threading their fingers with a squeeze before, with a sudden tug, he pulled her against his side. She collapsed against him, half-squawking as she fumbled her apple and grabbed it again. No way she was going to settle for a bruised fruit after all of this.

Like a distant summer storm, Alistair’s sides began to rumble with laughter. Warm and deep and wonderful. The only other place where she felt on top of the world. “Careful,” he clucked, taking a bite from his own apple with an audible ‘crunch’.

Unbidden, a true grin returned to her lips. “You’re such an ass.”

“Yes, but I have it on good authority that you at least think I’m a nice ass.” The corners of a smug sort of smile peaked out from behind his upraised hand. “Or was it that I have a nice ass?”

Maker. “Both,” she conceded with a laugh.

“Well then, I think I can live with that.” He stole another bite, juice wetting his stubble. This time, he hummed in contemplation, chewing slowly before swallowing. “I do have to admit, this is a pretty good apple.”

“Best grocer in the market,” she chimed back, proud with her pick. Without wasting another moment– she didn’t want to chance Alistair pulling something again that might result in a very unfortunate fruit casualty– she brought her own prize to her lips and bit in. Its taste flooded her mouth, tart and sweet mixing on her tongue. It tasted like simpler times; laughter on rooftops and market days and rain puddles.

It tasted like sitting on top of the world, if only for a moment.

She grinned wide. ‘But Maker, I missed this.”

#dadwc #dragon age fanfiction #shaesa tabris #alistair x tabris

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whereismymindnow · 1 year ago

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Twin Hearts Chapter 4

Author's Note: A little flashback to how Pia was daggered. The twins have a small squabble. xD

Oh, and please don’t comment about her being daggered. This whole fic came from a dream I had and so the idea of her being daggered may not suit some people, but witchcraft can do weird and wonderful things. So don’t take it personally if you disagree with this (as some people did, quite rudely, previously) as I literally had zero ideas apart from her waking up to start with and this is the best I can come up with. Thank you! Hope you enjoy this update.

Now I’m going to disappear just as quickly as I arrived before you start throwing things at me for length of time in between chapter updates… I swear, one day I shall catch up and give you frequent updates.

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x Twin!Original Female Character

Warnings: 18+ due to mature, darker themes. Twincest. Smut. Strong language. Death. Miscarriage. Murder. Vampire/Hybrid violence. Please read responsibly.

If this work is found anywhere other than Tumblr (@whereismymindnow) or Archive of Our Own (Mikki19) then it has been posted without my permission.

Twin Hearts Masterlist

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Chapter 4: Daggered

"I cannot give up! Our very nature has been taken from us! How can I stop when I am so close to breaking the curse?" Elijah heaved out a sigh as he heard Niklaus' angry shout fill the house. He moved to stand at the top of the stairs and watched as the twins fought... again. Pia launched a vase at her brother with a hiss.

"It is breaking you! I don't even recognise you anymore! You are not the other half of my heart." Both siblings flinched and rubbed at their chests, but neither would back down. Pia was exhausted by the drama that the doppelganger had brought to the house, and Klaus was so close to realising his destiny that he couldn't stop. He didn't understand why his twin wasn't as passionate as he was about this.

"I am still the man you love, but I want to be more. We are meant to be the Original Hybrids. We were born to be unstoppable. I will not let a foolish human girl get in the way of that!"

"A foolish human girl? Ha! Do not forget that I saw the way you looked at her. It was like watching you fawn over Tatia all over again!" Pia spat out in disgust. She had tried to be friends with Katerina. Hell, she had even had a dress made especially for the girl, but it had ended the same way as it had centuries ago. The little brunette had taken one look at her brothers and tried to make it a game. Pia wanted to find her just so that she could have the pleasure of staining Kit’s perfect olive skin red with blood.

"I had to keep her here! You saw how she was. Flirting and playing games are the only things she knows how to do properly." Pia took a step back and shook her head in disbelief.

"How can you not understand that that is how it began with Tatia?! You and Elijah made it a point to play with the girl, and now we are cursed by her! Once again the silly doppelganger bitch has the upperhand!" Her shoulders dropped as she found her anger could no longer mask her hurt. This was too much. All too much. "If you wish to chase her and destroy everything she holds dear, then so be it... but do not expect me to just idly wait for you to be satisfied. I will not have a part in this." Klaus vamped over to his sister and held her by her upper arms.

"We are so close. We have felt broken for so long. We have felt our wolves howl and claw at our skin every full moon as they beg to break free... Why are you asking me to stop now?"

"Because you have gone mad with your need to break the curse. Every day you are so angry and hateful. The only time I have seen you smile this month was because she was under our roof. If breaking the curse means that we have to become this fractured, then I no longer wish to do it."

"...w- we have waited centuries..." Klaus muttered as he stared at his twin in disbelief. Pia exhaled and brought a shaking hand to cup his cheek.

"I am not stopping you. I just can't stand by and watch it destroy you. I refuse to have my life revolve around that girl for a moment longer. Find her if you must but you will find me gone before you return.”

“I am doing this for us!” Neither of them were backing down this time. The twins had had fights before, but the fury that floated in the air was thick like fog. Rebekah had left to go to the library in order of find a bit of quiet, but her ears picked up on each angry word and she found herself standing at the top of the stairs, watching in case one of her siblings did something foolish. Niklaus was beginning to reach the end of his patience with Pia; his rage taking over and clouding his judgement. He just didn’t understand why she wanted him to stop. He was doing this for them both! “You keep talking like we’re so different!”

Pia shook her head in response and let out a bitter laugh. “We are! You have become so cruel and malicious since you found out about Katerina's change. Forget about her! Another doppelganger will be created so that we can break the curse.”

“I want to make her pay for her actions.” He grit his teeth as Pia once again tried to turn her back on him.

“I know that, but don’t you see what is happening? You are losing your mind. You are becoming some kind of monster that I do not even recognise anymore!”

“YOU ARE JUST AS BROKEN AS ME!” His roar echoed through the manor as his grip tightened on his twin’s arms; Pia began to wince and bite her lip as her bones started to crumble beneath his hands, not that he noticed as he was blinded by his rage. So, Pia decided to tell him the truth. He needed to hear the truth for once. She was sick of lying and trying to make him feel better about everything he does.

“This obsession is turning you into Mikael! You are becoming like the person you hate!” Pia didn’t have a chance to recognise the relief of his grip being removed from her arms as she flew through the air and her head met the wall behind her. A loud crack rang out through the room as her skull hit the hard surface. She was dazed for a few moments before her wound repaired itself and she stood once again. “Just let the Petrova girl go!” Rebekah covered her mouth with her hand and stepped down a few stairs to get closer to them, but Elijah quickly grabbed her by the shoulder to stop her from getting closer. They both knew that this was becoming a little more intense than the twins’ previous fights.

“She has taken away our one chance of becoming unstoppable. She has taken away our chance of being whole!”

“So?! Aren’t you content as you are now? You have all of your family surrounding you but you are still blinded by your hatred!”

“I want vengeance!” It was those three words that broke her. She was exhausted and didn’t care to repeat herself another time. Pia’s shoulders dropped as she shook her head at the state of her beloved.

“I can’t do this anymore, Niko… I’m hurting, but you don’t seem to care.” Her bottom lip trembled as she tried to regain her emotions. She was so sick of crying, but she couldn’t let her anger get the better of her either. The servants within the house were still skittish from the last time she slaughtered five of them in one of her rages. Pia took a deep breath and cleared her throat. If she were human still, then she would have complained about a headache by now. “I’ve had enough.” The thought of her trying to leave was all it took for Niklaus’ fury to boil over. He flashed forward and gripped either side of her head.

“You can’t leave me.” He hissed in Pia’s ear before wrenching his hands backwards and snapping her neck. Niklaus caught her limp form as she crumbled to the floor.

“No!” Rebekah vamped down the stairs and stared at her brother as he cradled Pia’s body in his arms. “You’ve hurt her again. Do you even understand what you are doing?” She quickly walked forward in an effort to grab her sister’s body but in seconds found herself hitting the wall opposite her.

“You will not take her from me, Rebekah. She is mine.” Niklaus stood in front of his twin’s form and bared his fangs at his sister. The youngest Mikaelson knew better than to try and fight her brother when his Alpha male side revealed itself; she slowly stood and straightened out the bottom of her dress before making eye contact with Niklaus.

“Nik, I just wanted to lay her down upstairs. She would not want to wake upon the hard floor, would she?” Rebekah waited a few moments and then steadily moved forwards. Niklaus let out a growl when he felt that she had overstepped an invisible boundary.

“I will take her.” He kept a close eye on his sibling and knelt down next to his twin. His eyes flickered between the two girls as he gently wrapped his other half in his arms. “Do not touch her.” Rebekah nodded as his growls continued to permeate through the air each time he felt her get too near as they walked to the chambers that Pia resided in; she mostly shared a room with Nik, but their recent fighting had made her seek solace in a separate chamber to his. Elijah followed at a distance, sharing a tight-lipped smile with Rebekah.

The family were used to this strange situation by now; for centuries the pair of them would have their moments in which their pack instincts would show and they would stake their claim on the other. It was always in moments of madness, their wolves would shine through and ensure that anyone nearby understood that they belonged to each other.

With as much as care as he could manage, Niklaus gently placed Pia onto her bedsheets and stroked the side of her face. He felt Elijah’s presence enter the room and looked up. For some reason when Pia had requested her own chambers, she had picked the ones that had been closest to Elijah’s. Perhaps she thought she would be safer since he listened to Elijah more than anyone else, Niklaus pondered as he felt the burning glare coming from his older brother.

“Leave, Niklaus. You have done enough.” Elijah stepped aside and waited for the room to be vacated before quietly shutting the door. “I heard your fight-”

“I think the whole world heard them.” Rebekah remarked sarcastically.

“-and you need to be careful, brother. Do you wish for Pia to hate you rather than love you?”

“Of course not.”

“Then contemplate this: are you prepared to lose her because of Katerina? You will destroy her slowly if you carry on along this path.” He gave one last look at his brother before offering his arm to Rebekah and leading her back to the library.

Niklaus watched after his siblings and made up his mind. He knew exactly how to overcome this.

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“Are you sure that this shall work? I will not accept failure.” Klaus’ blue eyes bore into the witch before him.

“Yes, Master. The blood in your veins runs through Mistress Pia’s as well. You are twins; you are mates. Your hearts are one and the same.” Thalia ran her fingers over the edge of the knife before looking back up at her master. “I believe that I can overpower the magic of the blade and ensure that you can put Mistress into a deep sleep. I just need your blood to finish the spell.”

“If this harms her in anyway… well, I don’t believe I need to finish that sentence.” Klaus took the blade from the witch and raised his brow as she started to speak again.

“Master, you must trust me. I would do nothing to hurt Mistress Pia. She was the one that rescued me when I was about to be put to death. I owe her my life.” Thalia placed her hand over her heart and bent her head forwards in a show of obedience.

“Indeed. You have until the end of the night to complete the spell. I want to be able to subdue her whilst she sleeps… I do not wish for her to be scared when it happens.” Niklaus ran his gaze over the grimoire in front of him and sighed. “She must be daggered before she has a chance to flee. She cannot abandon me.” He muttered to himself before sending another glance at the witch and running the blade over his arm. The witch quickly put a bowl underneath the cut to catch his blood.

This better work, Klaus uttered in his mind. His complete distrust of others made this so very difficult. He felt like a million bugs were crawling under his skin as he thought of how he was currently putting his sister’s life in someone else’s hands. Anything to do with Pia made him feel incredibly vulnerable; without her he was nothing more than the monster that people made him out to be. Pia was his one and only. He needed her to be safe.

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Pia paced around her room and bit at her nail, not even noticing when it began to bleed. The servant in the room stayed still so as to not antagonise her into doing something to him. Petyr knew better than to interrupt the lady of the house when she was like this. He had once attempted to ask her what was upsetting her - the scar above his brow was the only answer she gave.

Pia knew something was happening; she could feel it. She’d locked herself in her chambers and only opened the door to let the servant or Rebekah inside. There was something in the air and it was unsettling. Niklaus repeatedly tried to speak with her but she wasn’t listening. An uncomfortable ache began in her neck whenever she thought of her twin. He’d snapped her neck. He’d disabled her because his ego wouldn’t allow for him to actually listen to her words. Her foot kicked out and a loud crash echoed throughout the room as a chair smashed into pieces after hitting the wall.

“Niklaus, what are you doing?!” It had to be him. He had to be planning something! She could feel the spark of magic that made the air feel like it was smothering her. Was he going to kill her? Was he plotting some way to harm her so that she couldn’t leave him? No, he wouldn’t do that… would he? All was quiet in the manor as the voices carried on echoing within her mind. Was she being unreasonable? Maybe she could help find Katerina and end this once and for all. She wasn't prepared to lose her brother once again because of the actions of one of those almond-eyed girls. “What is he up to? He’s doing something against me, I know he is.” She muttered and dragged her hands through her hair with a low growl. “He’s plotting against me. He must be. He-”

It was then in the silence a noise disturbed her thoughts.

Thump thump.

Her head cocked to the side so sharply that a loud crack echoed through the room. That familiar burn in her gums made her snarl.

Thump thump.

Her fangs descended as the heartbeat continued to destroy her peace. She flicked her tongue over her fangs and hissed quietly. Her mind had melted completely into that of her hunting instinct. Pia was no longer there.

Thump thump.

Petyr had heard the 'click' and knew right then that his life was moments away from ending. In an effort to conceal his fear he shut his eyes tight and clenched his fists. He didn’t want to see her coming at him.

Thump thump.

Thump-

Her body flew across the room and her fangs ripped into his neck. Petyr's mouth opened in a silent scream as she tore through his skin. The blood poured down her face as she focused on making the annoying sound stop. She let out a low moan of satisfaction as the thick, hot blood entered her mouth. Her fangs shredded his skin like thin parchment as she needlessly released her bite only to clamp down once again. The monster within her, the infamous Snow White Killer, was only a few mouthfuls away from being awakened. A few moments later, and all was silent once more. As though she had woken up from a dream, her hands released the limp corpse. The dull sound of him hitting the wooden floorboards made Pia open her eyes in shock; black veins slowly receded as she came back to her senses. She stared down at the boy at her feet in disbelief; she’d lost control again.

“Pia?” A gentle voice came from her left. She slowly turned to see Rebekah looking at her with wide eyes. Pia’s curls seemed wilder than ever as the ends of her hair were stained red; blood ran down her face and tainted the blue nightdress she wore. Rebekah didn’t step forward and held her hands up in defence as she saw Pia’s unwavering gaze. She’d only met the darkness within her sister once, and she wasn’t in a hurry to repeat that encounter.

Pia blinked hard and shook her head. “It’s me… it’s me…” She breathed as her sister looked at her in horror. “I- I’m okay.” Pia could feel the need to release the monster but fought the urge just as Elijah had told her to. “It’s me.” She murmured again, as though reminding herself that she was in control. Her head dropped to avoid the look of fear in Rebekah’s eyes.

"Oh, Pea..." Rebekah gently stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her small sister before calling out for Elijah. Their eldest brother entered the room looking grim. He'd been close to Pia's room and had heard the awful growls she had made whilst draining her victim. The similarities between her and Niklaus were becoming quickly apparent. Niklaus was a monster hiding behind a dimpled smile, whilst Pia's small stature made her look like a feeble, young lady and hid the animal that was trapped inside of her.

"I shall take care of it." He rolled the boy up in the sheets of Pia's bed and removed the body. Niklaus was waiting near the end of the hallway; Elijah glanced at his brother and shook his head before continuing past him. He was what was causing his little sister to behave like this. Niklaus needed to change his ways and fast. There had been too many bloodbaths caused by the twins as of late. They were drawing more attention than ever.

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The sun had set hours ago and now the moon lit up the hallway as it shined through the windows. It was time.

Niklaus carefully pushed the door and was happy to see that Pia hadn't locked it after Petyr's body had been taken away. The door didn't make a sound; almost as though it knew how unhappy its master would be should it wake the girl on the bed. Pia sighed in her sleep but stayed unconscious as Niklaus moved closer to her. She'd cleaned the blood from her face and was wearing a new nightgown. A smile came to Klaus' face as he brushed a stray curl off her cheek. Pia had never looked so innocent; her youthful face was clear of the emotions that had plagued her the entire day. He gently kissed her soft cheek as he removed the dagger from its sheath.

"I'm sorry..." Niklaus muttered. It didn't look different from the other daggers, but he prayed that this would work. She needed to be safe and protected. She was too stubborn to listen to his rules and understand his motives. This is the only way, he repeated in his head as he leant forwards and placed both hands on the blade. The tip of the dagger hovered between her breasts as Niklaus faltered. This was his twin. This was his mate. She was his everything and yet he was going to put her to sleep for God only knows how long. What if something happened to him and he didn't have the chance to tell anyone where she was? What if she stayed asleep until the end of time? What if that witch had betrayed him and had done something so that Pia would die the moment the blade pierced her skin? His head snapped up as he heard Bekah's door open.

This is the only way!

Niklaus took a deep breath and raised his arms. Pia's eyes snapped open and her body jolted upwards as the blade entered her chest. She made eye contact with her lover and seemed to choke on her words before her skin began to turn grey. Her lids fluttered shut and her body became limp.

"Pia- Nik!" Rebekah raced over to her sister and her eyes widened at seeing the dagger in her chest. "How- what- Nik?!" Rebekah was speechless and tears filled her eyes as she looked up at her brother from the bed. Her back hit the ground as Niklaus threw her away from his twin.

"It is the only way, Rebekah. She needs to be safe from him whilst I break the curse." His sister tried to get closer to Pia to pull the dagger from her body, but Niklaus once again pushed her back.

"How did you even manage to neutralise her? The daggers don't work on either of you!"

"I know a witch who did a spell for me."

"It was Thalia, wasn't it? She betrayed Pia!" Rebekah stormed out of the room and left Niklaus with their sister's body. Niklaus presented a fine silk ribbon from behind his back and began to tie the hair back from Pia's face. Her lips were cold and stiff as he brushed his mouth against hers before climbing onto the bed. He brought his twin's body against his and rested his chin on top of her head. This was the last time he would hold her for some time, and he wasn't about to waste a second. As Klaus began to relax with Pia, Rebekah broke into the witch's chambers in another wing of the house. She snapped her neck within seconds and stood over her body with a sad smile. Tears ran down her cheeks as she collapsed to her nears with a sob.

Meanwhile, Elijah sat in his study and nursed a goblet of wine. The regular frown formed on his face as he noticed a second heartbeat had ceased. "We are death." He murmured into the silence and took another sip of his drink. How much more could his family go through before they broke?

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Niklaus sat in silence; the fire crackled in the background and candles flickered in the room. He was sat against the headboard of his bed in nothing more than his breeches; the bodies of three drained maids littered his floor but he didn’t have the energy to remove them. Pia was hidden in a place that only he knew of but he felt a million times worse than he had before. Was he happy that she was safe from Mikael? Yes. Was he happy that she had to be isolated and on her own? No.

He let out a deep sigh and wiped his chin with a handkerchief to get rid of the blood staining his mouth. When had life become so complicated? This family had gone through so many more downs than ups - even before they were turned into vampires - that it was becoming harder to see a positive outcome for them all. He rubbed his thumb over the locket in his hand; inside was a small portrait of his twin but he found it too painful to look at. Merely holding it gave him a bit of comfort though as it made him feel as though she was close to him still. “Oh, Pia… I need you so much.” He felt heartbroken. He may have neutralised Pia, but it was never something he wanted. It just needed to be done. Had she gone through with her plan to leave then she would have put herself in danger and Niklaus couldn’t allow that.

“Nik?” Rebekah poked her head around the door and looked at her brother. She was still angry, but being on Niklaus’ bad side wouldn’t help her to persuade him to wake up Pia or reveal her location. The girl shut the door behind her and sat on the edge of his bed. “Can I sit with you?” Niklaus didn’t say yes, but him not throwing her out immediately told Rebekah what she needed to know. She climbed up onto the bed and sat beside him. Her hand went over his that grasped the locket and she squeezed lightly. Her eyes were glassy as she blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over.

“I can’t wake her up, Rebekah.” He already knew her motive for coming in here.

“Why?”

“You know why.” Klaus replied sharply.

“Mikael.”

“Yes. I do not wish for her to be daggered. I’ve never wished to be apart from her, but if she left, then there’s no telling what Mikael would do to her if he found her. It is so much safer for her to be asleep until Mikael is taken care of.” Rebekah nodded gently and sighed. She wasn’t going to get him to agree right now and so decided to try and make him think of happier times.

“Do you remember your 15th birthday?”

“Of course, I do.” How could he forget? He didn’t care to remember a lot of his past life, but that night himself and Pia had promised themselves to each other. No matter if someone somehow managed to get between then, they would always belong to each other at heart.

“I only remember Pia sneaking out of our bedroom before returning a little while later. It was obvious as to what had occurred between the pair of you, but I couldn’t bring myself to judge either of you. I’d never seen you so happy.”

Nik & Pia’s 15th Nameday. 995AD

“Pia.” A smile grew on her face as his voice called out to her. She quickly wrapped her blanket around her and crept outside. The door shut with a small click which made her freeze. When she heard no movement from within the longhouse she released a sigh of relief. “Pia!” A hand smothered her shocked scream and familiar laughter filled her ears. Niklaus kept his hand over her mouth and led her to a secluded area just a few minutes away from the house. Once she was free she fought to hide her smile and hit him on the shoulder. He grabbed her hand and tugged her forwards gently with a grin. Their lips met in a soft kiss that said more than words ever would and left their hearts pounding. Pia bit her lip and looked up at the boy that shared her nameday.

“Happy nameday, Niko.”

“Happy nameday, Pia.”

Their lips met once more; their mouths moulded together perfectly. It was like they had been created for each other. As his tongue massaged hers she ran her fingers through his hair slowly. She could touch him all day and not get bored. He was everything to her. Nik slowly peppered kisses down the side of her neck making her sigh with pleasure. He carefully pulled the blanket from her shoulders and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her as close to him as he could. No matter how much he held her to him, she was never close enough. It was though he wished to consume her.

“Niko…” She breathed against his cheek in excitement. They had snuck out of the house before, but this was different. Something was different between them. The boy moved away slightly and straightened the blanket on the floor before sitting on it. He patted the space next to him with a cheeky grin. Pia looked around paranoid, but once she saw there was no movement around them she settled down on the woollen sheet.

“Pia, I love you so much. I want you to remember that no matter what happens.”

“Niko, nothing would ever make stop loving you. We are going to be together forever. I can feel it. I shall never stop being yours.” He pecked her lips once more in agreement. A squeak left her as he pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling him. His hand rubbed the top of her thigh and he snuck his hand beneath her nightgown before looking up at her.

“I know we are not married or betrothed, but I want to have you all to myself. I cannot imagine a life where you belong to another.”

Pia was breathless. This was everything she’d ever dreamt of. “I am yours.”

He gave her a grin before slowly inching his hands up her thigh. Pia stiffened slightly which made Niklaus pause.

“Are you sure about this, my love?” Oh, she wanted him so much, but Pia couldn’t say it; the blush lit up her face as though her blood was on fire and her throat seemed to close up so that she couldn’t reply. Niklaus reluctantly tried to move his hand away so Pia made the quick decision to roll her hips forward. A gasp left her lips as his fingers tickled between her thighs.

“Niko, I love you.” She muttered against his lips as they fell backwards.

“And I you.” He replied as he gently rolled them over so that his body was between her legs. Pia began to convulse as his fingers continued their movements against her sensitive skin; she quickly moved a hand over her mouth to smother her cry of pleasure as she climaxed. A light sheen of sweat covered her body as Niklaus helped her undress. He followed suit and they spent a few moments to gaze at each other’s forms. They had seen their naked bodies before, but this situation made it feel like it was the first time. “This will hurt a little.” Niklaus warned her quietly.

“I don’t mind. I want to be yours… only yours.” She gave him a nod and took in a deep breath. Nik held his length in his hand and gently prodded at her opening. He moved forward steadily and bit the inside of his cheek as Pia’s eyes clenched shut in discomfort. His movement stopped when he was fully sheathed and lowered himself so he was closer to her. He kissed her cheeks and forehead, whispering sweet words until she opened her eyes and gave him a small smile in encouragement. Pia dug her nails into Niko’s arms as he pressed gentle kisses to her neck to help her relax a little more.

“Relax, Pia… you need to try and relax…” He murmured softly into her ear. Pia nodded and focused on the boy above her; he gave her a dimpled smile that made her heart melt. That look could make even the coldest of winters warm. Niklaus captured her mouth with his and gave her a hard, possessive kiss as he felt her ease around him. Her leg moved to wrap around his waist and she rocked her hips to encourage him to move.

“That’s my good girl.” He whispered against her lips as he began to thrust into her slowly. “My beautiful, little Pia…”

Niklaus smiled as he remembered that night. It had been the perfect birthday as far as he was concerned.

“Is she somewhere warm and safe?”

“Of course. You know she hated the cold. I will make it up to her, I promise. She is my forever.”

“We will all make it up to her.” Rebekah commented as she knew that none of them would be able find her if Niklaus had hidden her away from the world.

“You won’t try to find her?”

“I cannot promise that I won’t try. It may take me centuries, but I will not give up. I merely hope that you will not let her suffer for too long, dear brother. It will destroy you as much as it will destroy her if you are parted for too long.” They slowly settled into a comfortable silence; Rebekah watched one of the candles that lit the room whilst Niklaus twirled a strand of his sister’s hair. Niklaus could feel that his sister had more to say and so kept quiet until she finally spoke again. “I’m not going to say this to hurt you, but I just need you to understand, Nik.” Rebekah slowly sat up and stared into her brother’s eyes. “You have always been upset about being chosen last which is why you make the choices that you do. You have never realised that there is one person that never put you behind anyone else. Pia always put you first; no matter what you had done.”

“Then why did she try to leave me?” Bekah leant forward and wiped the stray tear that had fallen from his eye with a frown.

“She did not want to see you destroy yourself. She couldn’t see you lose yourself to this madness and she felt it was her only choice.”

“She said that to you?”

“Yes.”

“Pia, are you alright?” Rebekah entered her sister’s chambers and shut the door firmly behind her.

“No, I’m not. How many times is he going to hurt one of us just because we do something that he doesn’t like?” The girl slumped on her bed and Rebekah lied down on the other side. The pair stared at each other and held hands.

“Do you remember the promise that we made to each other?”

“Always and forever doesn’t seem like an option right now.”

“Don’t say that.” Rebekah whispered and held tighter onto Pia’s hand as though she would slip away in that moment.

“How can we all stay together when Niko doesn’t trust any of us?”

“He loves you so much, Pea.”

“I know that. I know he does, but I will not see him lose to the darkness that is taking over him. He kissed her to try and keep her here!”

“He’s an idiot.” The girls breathed out a laugh in agreement. Klaus was certainly an idiot at times. “He’s just upset that the curse still has a hold over the both of you and has become desperate. After all this time, he was so close to breaking it, and then the Petrova girl outsmarted him.”

“I hate the curse as well. I was so happy when I thought it was over! It was going to be a new start for all of us; Mikael would never stand a chance against us if Nik and I had been able to break the curse… but I am prepared to stay as I am - even when I can feel my wolf scratch away inside of me - because I love our family more than anything. No matter how much pain Nik causes Katerina, we both know that it shall never be enough.” Rebekah couldn’t stop the tears that poured down her cheeks; her family was breaking apart right in front of her eyes and she could do nothing! “Oh, Bekah…” Pia felt the older sister in her emerge and immediately wrapped Rebekah up in her arms. She pressed her against her chest and kissed the top of her head gently.

“Please, do not leave us!”

“Rebekah, you know that I would not stay away for long. I just need some space before my love for Niko becomes poisoned by his anger. I love you all too much to part from you.”

“Do you promise that you will only leave for a little while?” Her voice sounded so small that Pia’s grip tightened around her younger sister. Rebekah felt relief, but she had never felt so vulnerable. Pia may have been Nik’s twin, but she was her only sister and meant so much to her. They were best friends.

“Rebekah, look at me.” Pia cupped her sister’s face and wiped away the last few teardrops that ruined her pretty face. “I will not stray far and I will not be away for long. We are family and we will always be there for one another. Elijah is independent and the most controlled out of us all, but he still needs me to help reason with Nik when he becomes manic. Kol… well, Kol just needs me since I stand up for him when no one else will. You, my sweet sister, need me so that you aren’t surrounded by men… and Niko? He holds my heart as I hold his.”

“She wasn’t going to abandon us?” Niklaus felt so foolish for thinking that she would just run away.

“I thought that she was going to, but she explained everything and it made so much sense. She only wished to remove herself from the situation so that she could save her love for you.”

“I have ruined us.” Rebekah didn’t agree or disagree with him. There was nothing she could say that would make the situation any better. “Rebekah, she will stay neutralised for as long as she needs to be protected from Mikael. I swear to you that Pia is safe.”

“I trust you, Nik.” She didn’t know if she completely meant her words, but Rebekah knew that her brother needed to hear them right now.

“One day it will all be different. Mikael will be gone and our family will stand above all others.”

“Always and forever, right?”

“Always and forever.”

No matter how many times that you told me you wanted to leave No matter how many breaths that you took, you still couldn't breathe No matter how many nights that you lied wide awake to the sound of the poison rain Where did you go? Where did you go? Where did you go? Tell me would you kill to save for a life? Tell me would you kill to prove you're right? Crash, crash, burn let it all burn This hurricane's chasing us all underground ---Hurricane by 30 Seconds to Mars---

#the vampire diaries fanfiction #klaus mikaelson x ofc #twin hearts #klaus mikaelson x oc #twin hearts masterlist #tvd fanfiction #twin hearts fanfiction

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yoiku · 1 year ago

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I've been doing some deep cleaning in small bits this week (and some last week aswell), and it's honestly been very rewarding. I fought the eldritch entities born of dried bits of food behind and under the oven and have sorted stuff and taken out a surprising amount of trash in general. especially from the kitchen cupboards. Dunno why i was holding onto broken kitchenware, and sweeping all the expired stuff is good every now and then. (Even if said stuff is dry/canned goods and such, which only have a best before date.) I don't really mind cleaning in general, and I do little things like vacuuming and dusting a lot due to cat hair etc. I rarely see the need to do a proper sweep and destroy bc it's just me and the cat. But now that I have someone coming for a visit I finally have a reason! xD Last time i had anyone visit was 3 years ago so about time as well.

I've also done a few commissions for friends and their friends, and at least so far it's been fine. Talking about my head here. Haven't felt stressed about it and there's been very little of "i don't feel this is good enough" going on in my mind palace. So that is a good sign. I've been unable to gets comms going properly mostly because I haven't felt good enough about the pieces i've made regardless of how happy the commissioner has been. And that very quickly sends my head to the shadow realm, getting stuck in that "I didn't do a good enough job AND i asked money for it" -thought loop. For a good while I've also felt shitty about being that person who keeps saying comms will happen and they never fucking do. lol. I really am my own worst enemy.

But I am feeling better now it would seem, and I would very much benefit from being able to do comms more. It will be time away from my own stuff (mainly the comic) but I feel like I could do comms every other month. So i'd have a month of focusing on whatever and then a month where comms will be a priority. That way feels more careful so I won't fry my brain. I also got an invite to VGen yesterday, so I think I'll give a that a try once I've finished some example pieces and decided on prices. It might or might not be for me. Part of me finds it more comfy to communicate more casually with commissioners over a chat or email, but a part of me also wonders if using a service like VGen would lighten the workload. That's more on the side of I am presented with enough information through forms/sheets at the start or such, instead of back and forth chat. That sounds less taxing but I might also be left with a feeling of "I want more details and opinions about this or that thing requested". I dunno! But it's worth giving a try, so at least then I'll know.

Part of me is also very interested in the surprise (skeb?) type comms where you make a pic based on info and that's it. No revisions, no step by step progress. You get what you get. On one hand that feels really quick and easy but on the other hand knowing my brain... It also sounds like it could end up being the perfect trap for forever worrying that what i did was good enough. Perhaps I'm still not strong enough for those.

Anyway on with the cleaning I think it's time to sort my wardrobe and take out all the recyclable cardboards.

#shut up yoi

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ducknotinarow · 1 year ago

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♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ ( for Usagi - all verses pls uwu )

| For every "♡" I get I'll give a tip on how to win my muse's heart.

*Since I write a few more usgai's I decided to divide the hears up for each one uwu.

So you have fallen for the rabbit Ronin who has lived a life mostly built on solitude? As someone who spends a great deal alone truth be told he loves companionship and

♡ "Someone of great sword skill would be eye catching."

I will forever love that no matter what Usagi and Leo will always, ALWAYS, fight when they meet friendly or not its gonna happen. Usagi may live in New York (which makes me laugh he just there now XD) Usagi even when assuimng the turtles to be bad couldn't help but point out Leo's own skills. Usagi is a swordsmen first so him complimenting another is a big deal for him to show he notices another's skills.

♡ "Those who stick to their honor"

Usagi, is someone who even against his will, sticks to what he finds and sees as honor. Usagi's honor is his whole being. SO the fact Leo is someone who can understand that and even defend his actions when he had to do as Shredder ordered? And helped him out from the situation? How can't usagi be grateful for someone so thoughtful and kind uwu

♡ "Those who will fight to the end."

See this can go for either turtle he has an eye for uwu Both Leo and Don have shown that no matter the odds or numbers of a fight? They are willing to step up and fight. Usagi has fought along both of them and well let's just say he has gotten heart eyes watching them uwu

♡

"Being a warrior comes with a lot of trails, and I have seen many let their hearts be tainted. So thought who stand to be kind still?"

Usagi can't help but find those who are willing to help others to be very appealing. Usagi world is far more hostile even his closest friend Gen cant fall into temptations of gambling and such so kind heart people do tend to get Usagi's attention the most.

♡ "I tend to find stubbornness annoying but also attractive."

Say what you want but Leo's stubborn ass for sure is what got under Usagi's skin enough to fight with him even when they were on the same side later on. Leo can be head strong himself and stick to his guns like when he got upset about the cliff stuff. But this stubborn side was pretty big asset to beating Jei in the end (so they thought but still) uwu this can also apply towards Jei as well seeing how guys about as stubborn as they come about welllll everything XD Look Usagi can find an appealing and seeing how we have that they dated before? I feel it was what started usagi's attractive uwu

♡ "I do not often spend time around others so I do enjoy company when given."

Yeah boys kind of lonely lets be honest uwu Usagi meets people here and there sure but he doesn't often get to meet others all to much. So he also doesn't get to know others all to much either as it stands. But time spent traveling and such? Yeah that dose allow the chance to talk between destinations and learn about each other. I just feel Like Usagi would be very curious about Leo's world and could see them having talked a lot in their travels uwu.

MM Usagi uwu

♡

"Well I kind of find Leo funny? What's not to like about that? " Leo is funny if not a little Awkward but it's cute and enduring to Usagi. He likes how Leo can't really lie or stumbles over his words even. It's hard not to find cute to the rabbit, it makes Leo not seem so intimating but its clearly a side Leo means to display but what can he saw Leo's little quirks have captivated him uwu.

♡

" Leo's very trust worthy "

I haven't posted on Usagi for this verse yet! but I will say Usagi's gonna have trust issues but Leo's just so earnest that its gonna help a long way with getting the rabbit from feeling skittish and needing be on a constant defense around Leo at least.

#muse| miyamoto usgai #starsandsavages #[ you make my head spin -starsandsavages]#[ cant take my eyes off you -starsandsavages]#[ love so sweet but your heart got teeth -starsandsavages]#how to win my muses heart meme #meme answers #ic reply #stay queued

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barclaysangel · 1 year ago

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I felt so much pity for Junior because of how similar his lifestyle his was to mine. Growing up, my mother had this mental image of the kind of person she wanted me to be and did everything in her power to steer me in that direction. This included bribery, coercion and even tricking me altogether. She even signed me up for activities that I blatantly said I didn’t wanna do behind my back and wouldn’t tell me she was taking me to them until we were halfway there. The biggest difference between me and Junior is that I fought her every step of the way. In the instances where I would end up at a place where she would drop me off and sprint back to her car, essentially giving me no choice but to be there, I was intentionally on my worst behavior possible until they more or less banned me from ever returning. Also like Junior, my parents fought often because my mom was trying to force me to be what she wanted me to be and my dad didn’t agree with it. So, I guess that was the main reason why I couldn’t bring myself to hate him. Because I basically saw a version of myself if I conformed to my mom’s demands. Plus, Teo portrayed him as so pathetic that it was even harder to stay mad at him 😂

Wow, I'm really sorry for what you went through. I honestly relate to Junior in similar ways too because of my father. He does have a big hold on me and wants me to do what he wants. I know it comes from a good place, but it's a little suffocating when I'm not allowed to do whatever I want with my own body (currently have bleached hair which he doesn't like and I'm gonna dye it again very soon, which I know he'll hate but fuck it, it's MY HAIR!) and have to keep asking for permission. He also says shit about my weight and how much I eat, which really isn't a lot cause I only eat twice a day. The weight thing honestly fucked me up a lot still, it did result in me eating only two full meals a day instead of three to lose weight and it doesn't even work anymore. Like I genuinely feel like I could've had an eating disorder but I like food too much to give it up. So I do see so much of myself in Junior because in a way, we both never broke out of our father's grasps and rules. And he is so pathetic, but that's my son and I love him so much XD

#luna talks #admin #yikes that was a long ramble #and that ain't even half the shit i've gone through lol #chucky #junior wheeler #junior wheeler defender to the day i die

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convictsinterim · 3 days ago

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Jason is a cycle breaker, in that he is not a "Good" one but he is cognizant of it and also someone who does direct action about it. Not only is he someone actively aware of the cyclical and never-ending pileup of bodies in the attempts to uphold the emotionally invested rule of one man—he confronts the selfishness surrounding that decision and how it's affected so many people, especially him personally.

Dick does recognize some of the tells of manipulation and of imbalance in his relationship with Bruce, but he does not connect the physical abuse/domestic abuse he sees as a cop in Blüdhaven to the physical abuse Bruce doles out to him. He doesn't connect that he's being emotionally abused, the psychological stranglehold Bruce has on him, the paranoia that spawns out of that.

Bruce never even has to be around for Dick to be burdened by what his father thinks of him—the pater familias. Jason, though? Jason stepped out of that cage and is dancing outside of it. The shackles that bind Dick have always been unlocked. All Dick has to do is step outside the cage. It's why Jason triggered Dick so much in New Earth and why Dick was so antagonistic towards him, mean and even seemingly apathetic.

Seeing someone freely express their loud and turbulent displeasure, list their grievances and not back down to bury the hatchet, gnash their teeth and demand something more and something better incenses someone like Dick. Dick has argued, he has fought, he has yelled, but of it all and at the end of the day he will still go back to Bruce. Jason though? He cannot lie down. He will bite the hand that beats every single time, and strike at the eyes that watch. Jason can forgive, he can move on—it's literally all he wanted to do—but he couldn't without proper answers and he couldn't just 'move on' when Bruce continued making the same mistake ad nauseam with no change. Jason cannot be complacent.

Additionally, from Dick and Jason's shared kinship, Jason can get at the CORE of why Dick is so complacent, where other's maybe cannot. Jason knows it because Dick doesn't want to lose yet another parent. Jason would know, because he's lost all fucking four of his. One after the other, after the other, after the other. Dick holds onto things with his teeth, too, after all.

Dick is someone suffocated under the black tar Bruce has buried him into. Jason crawled out of the tar. He's still poisoned, but he's making it work!

This is why forcing Dick to interact more with Jason is like catnip to me xD

Jason's own cognizance and awareness as a whole is why crashing Jason into a character like Dick, someone great at self-delusion, is literally the most interesting thing you could do relationship wise—especially romantically.

Jason poses such a narrative and internal challenge for characters, he makes character arcs essentially requisite! He makes plots spin by stepping onto center stage. That is how a long term in-character Jason works. He forces change in some capacity, he addresses complacence. (It's why DC wasn't able to keep him up and full strength, he got diluted into… puddle sludge, mostly through Prime Earth and less so through Daniels and Morrison. Because even with Morrison, Jason still had more fucking teeth.)

Needless to say, transformative fiction also disrupts the status quo so push it in that direction of transformation—of change! I love challenging characters, ESPECIALLY basket-cases, and making them actually change or evolve as people and exploring them in ways that otherwise wouldn't ever get published.

Jason really does far more for Dick's character than Dick does for Jason's, when speaking from a developmental point of view. Speaking from a personal view, I do not want Dick to die beholden to the Batman and his black hole ego that leeches Dicks sanity away from him at every turn.

What Dick offers to Jason is this: loyalty once earned, respect, trust, and genuine unconditional love. A chance to be accepted by someone he really respects and looked up to, a chance to help someone help themself, a chance to foundationally have a profound effect on someone and that effect be positive!

What Jason offers to Dick is this: everything aforementioned, and freedom. Genuine freedom, under no pretenses or expectations that need to be met. There's no 'failing' to meet a quota, there's no forcing Dick into roles he doesn't want but will take anyway because Dick cannot easily say no. And great exposure therapy to help Dick stop pathologizing/moralizing every single one of his actions against a nonexistent jury filled with Batmen.

And so I offer to you, an incredibly complicated and interesting endeavour with many conquests!

actually can any dickjay shippers explain to me what the appeal is. i want to understand your vision please

#dickjay #jaydick #jason todd #dick grayson #my meta #bitter-hibiscus #this is my second post on this blog and im so nervous LOL #i hate posting because. its scary. but #had to share #my thoughts becauseeee. i like talking #a lot XD #my thoughts

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anxiousxdreamer · 2 years ago

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a long rambly-bullshit middle-of-the-night thinking about myself thing

it's 1am this is not put together intelligently i am simply Typing Thoughts

there is a little girl in my past that was so vibrant and loud and who loved and laughed and played and was so DETERMINED to be proud of being weird. She wrestled with her dad, sang with her mom, and fought with her oldest sister every five minutes. She got FURIOUS whenever people were "rude" about her middle sister.

I think about her and see color and joy and confidence, and I wonder where the hell it all went. I mean, not ALL of it, I see some of the building blocks of how I am now, but it's like at some point I tripped into a hole and never really recovered.

I used to wrestle with my dad. Me and Oldest Sister both. It was fun, it was silly, it was innocent. Now I have to tamp down disgust just at like, his hand on my shoulder, let alone a hug. I thought for so long that I was just developing some weird back-specific aversion to touch. Turns out I just need to feel fucking safe about whoever is doing the touching. Not even my ex, who for the longest time I thought I trusted, could touch my back very much. Living with my partner now has me realizing maybe I really, really did not trust ex.

I used to sing with my mom. She used to sing a lot. To wake me up, to put me to sleep, just along with her CDs, in church, in a different choir-thing, anything. That... changed. Obviously at some point she stopped putting me to bed and waking me up of course, but like... that kinda disappeared for a while. Especially after my grandparents died. I know, she was depressed, that's why, and she's definitely doing better these days (still has depression but yknow) and I'm not around her nearly as much (adulthood lmao) but I still miss her singing. Not enough to step foot in a church tho XD

I used to fight with my oldest sister all the damn time. Over any damn thing. I thought she was "trying to be mom", she thought I was being annoying and obstinate on purpose just to ruin her day. I understand, these days, how a 12 year old might find a 6 year old UNBEARABLE to be around. I even worked up the courage to tell her as adults that I... feel like she hated me. She says she didn't, and I don't consider my sister a liar at all. I still don't believe her. I mean, I do, but I don't. I try to compartmentalize it. At 12 she may have SAID she hated me and meant it, while really not meaning it at all and really she just wants a moments fucking peace lmao. I don't remember her ever saying she hated me. And yet I feel it. I DEFINITELY remember her calling me annoying though, in a conversation with my grandma where grandma called me a brat. Thinking about that it's possible she didn't mean that in a nasty way, (sometimes people just call kids "brats" as if it's just a casual synonym), but I'll never know now. I doubt my sister remembers, and my grandma's dead.

I just kinda internalized that I am very hateable.

I've always been the "justice department" in my family. My father absolutely fucking hates it, as far as I'm concerned, given his need to comment on it every time I bring up something wrong about the world or like even just talking about a fact I know like "this thing has racist origins." All this is to say that when I was a kid I got VERY upset when people very obviously othered my middle sister. At the time I called it rude, nowadays I'd call it usually abelism with the occasional "that five year old has clearly never seen a wheelchair before but that's not their fault." Being also five just meant I didn't realize not every kid has been around a disabled person since they were born lmao

I don't really remember a lot of the space of my life between being maybe-six and high school. I remember discovering Bakugan, Phoenix Wright, and the Nancy Drew games on youtube and having something I loved that I could engage with all by myself. I was in cyber school in middle school, and only homeschooled before that. Somehow I had become a much angrier kid, but I was really happy to watch Yugioh (and have my first experiences with fanfiction because of that one in particular). I wrote a fanfic of Shugo Chara for a 7th grade short story assignment. The only critique I remember was the teacher pointed out "hey, why is the dad suddenly approving? maybe you could add something to show why he changed his mind." To me, it was obvious, Main Character I Don't Remember The Name Of proved she was GOOD at singing and he decided it wasn't stupid anymore. He decided her passion wasn't worthless because she proved she was good at it. I definitely see now how that was not obvious, and it could have easily been fixed by even just a line of dialogue from him (it was 7th grade I won't pretend like it would have made it GOOD).

I spent SO MUCH time in my room. At some point I stopped really having friends to just... isolate in my room and obsess over shows and anime and lets plays. I HAD friends before, I went to a homeschool co-op and had a best friend and was friendly with some other kids, but once I switched to cyber school and stopped going I just... stopped talking to them much. I started to get really annoyed by even my best friend and just kinda dropped her. I've been beating myself up since I was like 16 for being such an asshole for doing that, but now I'm starting to wonder if I was just fucking depressed. Every time I lose touch with a friend, I remember deciding not to talk to Liz anymore and think I'm just repeating an awful piece-of-shit cycle. Obviously I'm a horrible person who doesn't actually care about his friends because I out...grew someone who... was my best friend when we were kids. Huh yknow I think I just made a connection to something in a show I'm not going to name ajfhajsklgsdj

Anyway,

i'm tapped out on fuckignnnn thinking goodnight

#Dreamer's day #no seriously this is random bullshit

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krispyalpacaduck · 3 years ago

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Rescue Me - Chapter 6

F/D - Favorite drink

Y/N - Your name

F/S - Favorite scent

F/C - Favorite color

Warnings: It's sappy XD

Morbius POV to start, then changes to Your POV for the remainder of the chapter.

Christina Perri - A Thousand Years - Part 2 Lyrics | AZLyrics.com

***Morbius POV***

I watched you as you walked out to your balcony, scanning the skyline looking for me, your hair shining in the setting sun. You looked to be fighting with yourself, closing your hand over your mouth out of embarrassment at whatever you had just thought of.

“Come on, you can do it.” I said quietly, as if my words would carry on the breeze to you.

Your heart was racing as you paced your balcony at war with yourself, Maggie cocking her head at you from the doorway. Waiting for the cover of early darkness, I flew to the next building as soon as it was safe. As I got closer, you groaned loudly and said, “Ugh! Why is this so hard?! It’s not like he hasn’t heard me sing before!”

Ah, but my dear siren, you thought I was asleep last time. This time you have a captive audience who is hanging onto every word…

***Your POV***

You were aggravated with yourself, wondering why you were having such a difficult time with singing on your balcony. You used to do it all the time!

Yeah, when no one was listening… You thought, annoyed. He was out there somewhere. Somewhere close enough where he was no doubt tuned in to you, but far enough away where you couldn’t see him.

“Make it big one day, my ass. I can’t even work up the gall to sing for you!” You seethed to yourself.

‘The only way out is through, Y/N.”

You remembered your boss had told you when you were faced with a particularly difficult editing assignment.

‘It’s hard though. What if I make a huge mistake?’

‘Nothing worth doing is easy, Y/N. You have to take that fear and stuff it away. Powering through our fears and coming out on top is what makes us who we are. You’re not the type of person to sit back and accept failure or what if.

“Goddamnit, Greg. Why do you always have to be right?” You whined, hands covering your face. “Okay. Fine.”

Taking a couple of deep breaths to try and calm down, you closed your eyes and started to sing the first song that popped into your head.

The day we met

Frozen I held my breath

Right from the start

I knew that I'd found a home for my heart

...beats fast

Colors and promises

How to be brave?

How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?

But watching you stand alone

All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

Feeling an unnatural wind blow through your hair, you held your arms out with your palms up.

You heard his voice before you felt his fingers softly slide down your hand into your palm as his voice joined with yours.

One step closer

You felt goosebumps all throughout your body at hearing him harmonize with you. Smiling, you continued the next verse on your own.

I have died everyday waiting for you

Darling don't be afraid I have loved you

For a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

As Michael started to sing, you fought to choke back a sob.

Time stands still

Beauty in all she is

I will be brave

I will not let anything take away

What's standing in front of me

Every breath

Every hour has come to this

You opened your eyes to find him smiling at you, the wind dancing through the curls at the ends of his dark hair. He folded his fingers into yours as he curled your wrists up so your arms were touching his as you sang the chorus together, stepping closer to you.

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid. I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more…

And all along I believed I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

As you and Michael sang the backing vocals part of the song, you were forehead to forehead, heads down as you sang with him still holding your hands. You closed your eyes again to just listen to the two of you singing.

I'll love you for a thousand more

One step closer

You began the next verse with tears in your eyes

I have died everyday waiting for you

Darling don't be afraid I have loved you

For a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

Michael let go of your hands to lift your head and cradle your face. As he thumbed away the tears in your eyes, you brought one of your hands up to cover his, leaning into his touch. You’d had so many dreams of this that you couldn’t believe it was really happening.

And all along I believed I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

After you’d finished the duet, you both stood there motionless and silent, looking between his eyes rapidly as he held your face. In one swift motion, you’re not sure who initiated, you were in his arms. He brought one of his hands up to cradle the back of your head as you buried your face in his chest.

It felt like you stood there for an eternity before Michael said, “Consider me entranced, Siren.”

You laughed and started to cry as you let the emotions wash over you, hugging him tighter.

Tags:

@lex-the-flex

@nekoannie-chan

@kami-chan1512

@lehuntsworld

#jaredleto #morbius #morbiusxreader #michael morbius x reader #moribusxreader #jaredletovampire #michael morbius #michaelmorbius #morbius x reader #morbius the living vampire

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frollosanctuary · 3 years ago

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Can't remember if I've uploaded this here yet, but whatever XD! Sword, bottle of Holy water, or Holy oil, stake with a black pouch bag (If you can make them out- they are on his belt) Whip, He should really wear a helmet -so that the nasties can't easily sink the fangs into you, but, you wouldn't see his face and who it is. But he is wearing some plate armour; a bevor and a Brigandine top.

Claude Frollo, Vampyre Hunter!

Tattered streamers of clouds, pale and ghost-like skittered across the northern sky. A few early stars gleamed in the rents between the clouds, and on the western horizon, a lurid red glow marked the place where the sun had set, leaving the city of Paris to retreat into darkness. By the toll of the bells, the streets soon emptied as people hurried to return to their homes or to whatever shelter they could find. There had always been a curfew in place, but now the need was more urgent than ever, as each night, it wasn't just the dark people feared. A war was being waged, nightly battles were fought, blood would be spilled...not all of it would be human. Twilight deepened, and the first of the night's screams split the peopled silence. Along the walls of the city, lights moved in the darkness as a procession of guards each carrying flaming torches and spears marched onward; a medieval army whose gleaming armoured visages were fitfully illuminated by the flaring, dancing torchlight made them appear like a host from hell. Amongst them, was a solitary man dressed in dark regal attire, complete with a black cape that clasped his back and shoulders like raven wings. Claude Frollo stepped forward, the torchlight illuminating his silvery hair, and a pale complexion befitting a man that had spent most of his life shunning the sunlight, and came out only at nightfall. It was little wonder, the citizens of Paris had begun to suspect and make rumour if the Minister of Justice himself shared traits of the very creatures he hunted. Despite his face's aged appearance, his eyes were keen and penetrating. The reddish glow of the torchlight reflected there and increased the illusion of a strange heat within. But whether the flame that illuminated them came from this world or beyond, or both, one could not be sure. The judge paused next to a patch of bloodstained ground, made all the more vivid by the layer of freshly fallen snow. He eyes remained alert, but his mind took a moment of contemplation. The pestilence of these vermin grows more every day, for their blood hunger has claimed countless souls. An end must be put to their proliferation. It disgusts me that after a fashion, I'm also slowly transforming into the same creature of the night, as it has become increasingly long since I have lived in the daylight. But the tide of this plaque is relentless... I cannot rest... these creatures can only be dealt with in their element, at night, for come the sunrise they sink into the earth, and are nothing more than shadows without substance. It has not always been this way, at least I don't think it has. I ponder sometimes whether or not if I had only dreamt it, for the memories fade fast. But one thing was vivid... the sensation of falling...and those eyes...those terrible eyes, ablaze with Hellish fire... and the visage of my face reflected there. I know not how much time passed, for the images ones sees in his mind does not flow with the time of the waking world. But a glimpse into eternal damnation felt like I had lived another lifetime, and woke in another. I know not whether I have slipped into a deeper circle of Hell, or whether something of Hell came back with me. It is will of our Lord Almighty that we are to vigilant, and not to fall to temptation and sin. But I have failed! Hell now infests the world as it stained my flesh. It is my penance; I wanted to purge the world of evil, and I got exactly what I wanted, Now revealed, ARE monsters, next to which, human ugliness pales in comparison, even the one I once took upon myself to raise one as my own. If there are self made Purgatory's, then we all must live in them, as I must live in the shadow of mine. The Lord in His infinite mercy has given me a sign, for I am neither yet dammed or saved. I confess I do not yet fully comprehend it, only I must labor to be free of my sins, a test perhaps, I only pray that by purging the plague of these evil demons from the world I will be able to atone enough... for the life I took...perhaps, for the many. I've

always considered myself a holy man, but to some, I am a murderer, and to others, a monster... an interesting perspective... For what will monsters fear? .... ME! A gust of wind moaned dirge-like, carrying upon it a fowl, yet familiar odour. The Minister's hands gripped the anointed whip, and with a silent gesture, he ordered to his men, for the torch bearers to come forth and form a wall of fire and light. He knew of his foe's strengths and weakness'. These creatures had the ability shroud themselves in a cloak of darkness, but firelight could reveal them, as could Holy water silver and oil that on contact, burned and dissolved away the shroud, and were devastated by fire's touch. His eyes instantly scanned the area with quick efficiency, senses heightened, searching for any clue that betrayed the presence of his quarry, for an anomalous shadow darker than the rest... "Come out, come out wherever you are...."

#judge claude frollo #disney #art #the hunchback of notre dame #digitalart #disneyfanart #vampire #vampire hunter

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mej2235 · 2 years ago

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That was honestly so much fun! Thank you for being such a great opponent @enthblaze and congrats on your victory! Good luck in the rest of the competition!

It was close and I had so much fun with this! I’m glad I got you interested in Sewer because you definitely got me interested in Giovanni so I will be checking it out!

Well done and enjoy the price of your victory- working on content XD

And enjoy this gift!

To those of you that don’t know Sewer, Sewer Raph doesn’t have his name yet and just goes by the Big Guy because well he’s a big guy.

“Micheal, if you would do the honours,” Donnie grinned, as they held their arms wide, speakers forming from their battleshell, “It’s the final countdown.”

April squinted at her sibling as The Final Countdown began to play through the speakers, “Did you jus-“

“FIVE!”

Donnie would not meet her eyes and instead continued to watch the fight in front of them. After a relentless war, this round was coming to an end.

“FOUR!”

The Big Guy flung Giovanni into a wall, jaw finally unclamping from the poor turtle’s limb, leaving him T-Posing in a dent in the wall. Everyone held their breath as they watched, waiting for one to hit the floor.

“THREE!”

Van smirked, still T-Posing as he edged toward the edge of the hole, preparing to leap at the alligator snapping turtle. The Big Guy growled as he panted, disguising his wheezing breath.

“TWO!”

The large snapper took a step forward and wobbled where he stood, untrimmed claws digging into the scales of clenched steps as the growls grew in volume. His opponent, ever so smaller, kept smirking, even as he fought the urge to limp on his bitten leg, continuing with his effective strategy of T-Posing his way to victory.

“ONE!”

The two opponents each took another step forward and watched as their knees buckled, sending them sprawling against the floor.

“TIME’S UP!”

A lone basketball bounced onto the battlefield as the spectators watched on. The Big Guy didn’t even notice, snoring away as the ball hit his spike and popped loudly. On top of the larger turtle’s shell, Giovanni’s eyes fluttered open to the plastic remains covering his eyes, only to flutter shut again.

Everyone watched in silence as the turtles began to snore, uncaring of the chaos echoing through the arena as every other contestant played a round of basketball. The Big Guy hadn’t even realised that was what they were supposed to be doing and the moment Donnie had pointed out their opponent, he had attacked and, to the ‘Sewer Squad’s’ (as April had apparently entered their group’s name as) surprise, their opposition regained their footing quickly and held their own against their larger brother.

Next to Donnie, cards fluttered to the ground as a worried chirp came from their brother, Leo. They didn’t reach out to stop him from approaching the turtle pile, just watching as he nudged his older brother and burrowed his way under the snapper’s arm. He rubbed their necks together, his markings visibly glowing brighter, despite the lights on all the competitors. Donnie turned away from the sight, satisfied that the situation was stable.

“Well then,” Donnie held out their hand to their counterparts, the other turtle in blue taking it and shaking it on his brother’s behalf, “we will take this loss graciously and warn you that you should get your brother off ours before he wakes up or he might actually lose that leg.”

“WAIT WHAT?!” the Leo with actual weapons on his shell (who thought that was a good idea? Leo was deadly enough without sharp blades!) yelled, as he spun around to stare at his apparent twin, relaxing slightly as he saw the two turtles still snoozing away.

“Don’t worry!” Mikey grinned, dangling off the turtle’s neck, “He’ll be out for a while. He’s perfectly safe for now!”

“For now?!” the turtle in red, Raph, yelled, procuring his sais from his belt, “This was supposed to be a fun-“

“And it will be,” Donnie assured them, “as long as we move him before our brother wakes up.”

The other Leo turned to his red-clad brother, “You grab the legs and I’ll grab his arms?”

“As long as we throw him in at least one trash can,” Raph crossed his arms.

The other Leo just smirked.

@mej2235 - Sewer @enthblaze - Giovanni Twins

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aerynwrites · 4 years ago

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Unattainable

Captain Rex x F!Reader

A/N: So uhhh...Yeah I’m in my Rex feels. And I read something about the clones having accelerated Aging and it made me sad so I channeled that into this fic xD Hope you all enjoy!

WC: 1.1k

Warnings: Mentions of death, fear of death, emotional hurt/comfort.

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You had pretty much grown out of being phased by the fatalities and gruesome details you see in battle. You remember as a Padawan you cringed and flinched and your heart was heavy with every death you witnessed. However, after being a Jedi master for several years and being a general in the Clone Wars, it has somewhat hardened your resolve and your mind. You still hold the compassion that is expected of a Jedi, but those things no longer make you lose much sleep.

Until tonight it seems.

You can practically feel the silence of your quarters pressing down on you. The ticking of the mechanical clock on your nightstand and the slow even breathing of the body beside you seem deafening in the silence. You sit up, pushing the covers from your body as you make your way out into the small living room to stare out the thick transparisteel to the stars beyond. You know that meditation would ease your mind, but it’s running fast with so many thoughts that you would never be able to empty it in order to achieve a calm state.

You let out a sigh as you cross your arms over your chest, still looking out at the galaxy passing by you. Hoping, naively, that the stars will give you the answers you seek. The light shuffle of familiar footsteps however, does not give the stars much time to answer.

You don’t turn to face him as he approaches you, eyes staying glued to the view port as he comes to stand next to you. He rubs his eyes tiredly, a yawn escaping his lips before he speaks.

“Cyare?” his voice is soft as he addresses you, “What’s wrong?”

You could lie. You could lie and say you just couldn’t sleep - still too wound up from the battle. You could simply tell him that nothing is wrong and lead you both back to bed. You know that he would believe you. You know he won’t push you into talking about something you don’t want too.

But this is Rex. And since he is the main object of your thoughts...you own him to reveal what’s on your mind.

You let out a small sigh, your arms dropping to your side as you finally speak. “What if we just left.” you say bluntly, not wanting to beat around the bush since this is something you've talked about before. “I have connections. Good ones. I could secure us a place-”

Rex’s exasperated sigh cuts you off, “Not this again-”

“Rex!” you interject, turning and reaching out to take his hands in your own, “Please listen to me-” you beg, the tears you have been holding back since earlier today burning your eyes harshly, “I can’t do this anymore,” you breathe, “I can’t go out there and fight alongside you and your brothers knowing that those above you - above us - see you as nothing but pawns in their game. I can’t continue fighting for people who don’t see their best soldiers as human beings!” you gasp, “So why can’t we leave?”

Rex pulls his hand from yours harshly, and you are assaulted with waves of conflicting emotions rolling off the man in front of you. Fear, anger, frustration, confusion, love, yearning - but most of all - resentment. Bitterness. Feelings so deep and powerful that they practically knock you off your feet.

“And what would we do if we left?” he counters, “Go live on a farm in some backwater planet? Desert everything we’ve ever fought for? Get married? Have children?”

“Why not?” you practically wail, the tears you were fighting so hard to conceal finally slipping down your cheeks, “You make it sound like those are terrible things to want! That craving a family and peace is something so terrible!”

“Those things are terrible when you can’t have them!” he shouts, “You want things we can’t have! You want things that I can’t give you.”

“Why?” you repeat the question that has been plaguing your mind for months now. “Why can’t we have that? Cut had it. Cut has everything we want over on Saleucami. He has a wife and two adorable little kids and he’s happy! We don’t even have to do it now. We can wait until the war is over-”

“And then what?” Rex cries, and you watch as his anger gives way to hysteria and fear and anguish. “After the war ends what do you expect?” he eggs on. “You expect us to live happily ever after on some outer rim planet and have kids of our own so that all of you can watch me die in your arms of old age because of the accelerated aging that us clones have been cursed with?”

You falter at his words, taking a few cautious steps towards the man you love as your heart breaks for him. Finally realizing that what has been holding him back is fear. Not anger.

“Rex you can’t think like that-”

“I have too!” his words come out of shuddered breathes and you don’t miss the shine of unshed tears in his eyes, “Because if I don’t, then as soon as we get a little speck of happiness, it will be taken from us and I-” he swallows thickly as he finally reaches out to take your hands in his once more. “I can’t do that to you,” he breathes, a few stray tears falling silently down his cheeks, “I can’t create a life with you knowing that I’ll only get to spend a fraction of it alive.”

You can’t even begin to think of what to say. And you suppose in this moment you don’t really have to say anything. So, in lieu of empty sentiments of understanding, you wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace, running a free hand through the short blonde hair at the base of his skull.

“Well then,” you begin, voice thick with emotion, “Let’s just enjoy the time we do have, yeah? Then, we can see what our future holds.”

Rex lets out a shuddering breath and pulls you closer to him, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he does so. “I love you. I’m sorry.” he whispers softly, lips brushing lightly over your shoulder.

You nod and hug him tighter, afraid if you let go, neither of you will be able to hold it together. “I love you too, Rex. No matter what happens.”

And as you both stand in the living room in each other's embrace, you can’t help but feel a smidge of hope tug at your heart. Because despite the destiny placed on the clone captain, your love for one another will be enough.

It has to be.

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jokerscrazybrilliant · 3 years ago

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Survive - Chapter 1 - (Captain Rex)

Idk why I'm so nervous to post this lol, but I'm new here, anyhow, I've been re-watching Clone Wars and re-fawning over the incredible Captain Rex, so um, here's the maybe beginning to something? I kind of don't know how to judge my own writing so I hope this isn't totally sucky lol..

ANYHOW CHAPTER 1 !! XD

Also out now:

Chapter 2 · Chapter 3 · Chapter 4

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sur·vive /sərˈvīv/ verb Continue to live or exist, especially in spite of danger or hardship. Similar: live · continue · remain · last · persist · endure · persevere · abide · linger · exist · be • continue to live or exist in spite of (an accident or ordeal). • remain alive after the death of (a particular person). • manage to keep going in difficult circumstances.

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Darkness. Everywhere. Not just a lack of light, but the feeling of being lost and directionless, the great darkness that spread endlessly in every direction. And I was alone in it, unable to watch my step, I stumbled over my feet as I ran. Run. Run. RUN.

“MASTER!” The shout tore itself from my throat painfully as I shot up in bed, sweating and in a panic. Breathing heavily, I put a hand to my chest, feeling my heart pounding painfully rapidly. I tried to control my breathing as I blinked away tears, making my way to the refresher, the bright lights of Coruscant’s horizon making their way into the room through the window.

The shower helped calm me down and I got dressed in my tan and brown jedi robes, making my way to the balcony to meditate until sunrise.

Today the council would be informing me of their decision on my future. When I lost my master so close to being ready to take my tests to be knighted, the council was unsure of which path would be best for me. To assign me as a Padawan to a new master or to get me to take the tests early, neither seemed an easy option. I took a deep breath and let my mind quiet as I felt the force flow through and around me. Whatever may come would be for the best, I just had to keep my mind open and accept things as they were.

***

Standing there in front of the council, most of what was said passed around me in a haze. All of the comments on how what had happened was unfortunate, but the force willed it so, the comments on how it would make me a stronger Jedi to learn patience detachment and strength from this particular trial. While this was all true, I wasn’t in a place where I wanted to hear these words. I just wanted to know what their decision was so I could carry on without thinking about what happened.

“-so we believe that it would be best if you served under another Jedi master, not necessarily as his Padawan, but just to gain some more experience before you are ready to take the tests for your knighthood. And you would also be assisting him in leading his battalion and helping him plan strategies for key missions. This is a great opportunity, so I hope that you will make the best of it, and I’m sure you will, we have faith in you Nimra.”

“Thank you Master Windu,” I bowed my head to him respectfully. “Might I ask to which Jedi Master I am being assigned?”

At my question a half smile and a nearly playful twinkle appeared in the Master’s eye. “Anakin Skywalker. He is a very skilled Jedi, and things would certainly never be dull.”

I gave a slight smile in response and bowed once more to the council. “Thank you for the opportunity masters, I will do my best to make you proud.” With that I made my exit, sagging slightly once the door closed behind me.

Master Skywalker, huh? I had met him a few times with my previous master on certain missions, and Master Windu’s comment made perfect sense to me. Things would certainly be interesting, but I was just hoping to keep my head down and get through the next few months with him until I could take my tests.

***

He was late. This was a wonderful start. He was late, and he was arriving in an old trash pile of a ship, one that looked like it was found in a junkyard on an outer-rim moon somewhere. “Nimra!” He called my name joyfully as he made his way down the ramp with a small blue astromech and a young orange skinned Togruta following him.

“Master Skywalker.” I bowed my head respectfully and gave him a small smile.

“I’m so sorry to hear about what happened to your master. He was a great Jedi Master and it’s truly a loss to the republic and the Jedi Order.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Of course. I’d like you to meet my Padawan, Ahsoka Tano, Snips this is Nimra Sayla.” I bowed my head to the padawan as well and she returned it with a smile. “Nimra will be joining us for a while, and we will be lucky to have her, I’ve fought on the battlefield with her, and she is a force to be reckoned with.”

“You’re too kind, Master.”

“You’re nearly knighted yourself Nim, stop calling me that would ya?” He laughed at my formality, and I gave a small chuckle myself.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. Master – Master Diya thought highly of professionalism and formalities.” I kept the smile even though saying my old Master’s name caused a sharp stinging pain in my heart. Anakin put his hand on my shoulder and gave me an understanding smile, which I appreciated immensely.

“Well, we should get going if we’re going to make the rendezvous with the rest of the fleet.” Anakin turned to climb back up the ramp before the astromech gave a series of agitated beeps at the Jedi. “Oh, you’re right, how could I forget. This, is R2-D2.” He laughed as he introduced the droid to me, it beeping appreciatively and spinning it’s head around slightly.

“Hello R2-D2, it’s nice to meet you.” I gave the droid a grin as we all made our way into the ship, me biting my tongue as not to comment on how this junk pile would possibly make the trip through hyperspace.

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“Home sweet home.” Anakin commented as we made our way into the hangar of his Jedi cruiser we had met up with.

“Welcome back, General.” A clone trooper with the blue paint of the 501st met us as we descended. He was holding his helmet under his left arm, and he had buzzed bleached hair, with no other specific markings unlike many clones who chose to tattoo themselves or get very unique haircuts to set them apart from their comrades. Of course, being someone with the force, I could feel the energy signatures within people rather than just seeing their outsides, and that had always helped keep track of the clones, who while they had the same DNA, each had their own very different and unique personalities. “I see we’ve picked up a new recruit?”

“Thank you, and yes, Captain Rex, meet Nimra Sayla.” Anakin introduced us, gesturing his hands between us before focusing on an information disc R2 was giving him.

“Nice to meet you General.” The Captain gave me a salute.

“Oh, no, not quite. I’m not actually a Jedi Knight yet.” I gave him a slightly sheepish smile.

“Ah, sorry about that Commander.”

“That’s quite alright.”

“You’re not a padawan but also not a knight yet?” Ahsoka inquired from beside me.

“Uh, no, not yet. My master, he died before I could take my tests, so I’m going to complete my remaining trainings here with you until I can take them.” I was acutely aware of the pity entering Ahsoka’s eyes, but thankfully the clone did not show that same emotion, rather just a slight understanding of my situation.

“Sorry to hear that Sir.” Rex said, still standing at attention.

“Yeah, I’m sorry too.” Ahsoka said sweetly.

“It’s really okay, but thank you.”

“Alright, me and Ahsoka have to go prepare a debrief, and discuss how when I say ‘let’s go’, it means ‘let’s go’, and not ‘take your time Ahsoka’.” I chuckled at Anakin’s words.

“But Master, if I hadn’t stayed as long as we needed, we would’ve never gotten the information we needed!” She retorted, pointing at the disc in his hand.

“Yeah yeah, that’s not the point, Snips. Anyway, Rex, can you show Nimra around and to her quarters please?”

“Yes, of course Sir.” The captain saluted again and then turned to me as Anakin and Ahsoka walked away, still bickering.

“Are they always like that?” I asked, small smile still on my face.

“Yes Sir, for the most part.” His response made me turn to look at him in the eyes, serious expression taking over my features.

“I will do whatever it takes, whatever it takes, to get you to stop calling me that.” The moment he recognized my joking, some of his seriousness dissolved, and a small half smile appeared on his face.

“Whatever it takes?” He inquired, arching an eyebrow.

“I will personally make the trip to the end of the galaxy and back, on THAT scrap pile, with an agitated blurrg as my copilot, just to get you to stop calling me ‘sir’.” I pointed at Anakin’s ship behind me, serious expression never cracking even as I gained a full smile from the captain, which made my heart warm slightly.

“Well in that case, Commander.”

“That’s not any better!” I exclaimed, laughing as he grinned at me.

“Shall we begin the tour?” He offered, arm outstretched in the direction we would begin with.

“Yes, Captain.” My grin remained as he began to show me around. This will be interesting indeed.

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anxioussweasley · 3 years ago

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Hi can you do a request for Fred Weasley x reader with angst prompt numbers 1,11,& 12?

1. When were you going to tell me

11. How long have you known about this

12. It’s 3am where the hell are you.

Warnings: angst

Word count: 1.4k

A/n: Babes! babes! I’m so sorry this took me so long! I was exirencing major writers block and I have been working all the time and I have also just graduated so life has been crazy. Thank you for the request, pls don’t hate me for taking so long! I really hope you like it. May the angst be with you XD.

Leaving

You were livid.

Your boyfriend was leaving. He was leaving and he didn’t even bother to tell you. From what Lee had accidentally slipped up and told you, Fred and George had been planning this for a while.

You knew Fred was struggling this year. Umbridge was a nightmare and nothing seemed to be going to plan. Fred was frustrated, wth his mum, with school, umbridge, getting kicked off the quidditch team only made things worse. You tried to be there for him, to take care of him. And despite all of his promises that you were the best thing that ever happened to him, that he was so thankful to have you by his side in times like this, he was leaving you. He was leaving you and he wasn’t even going to tell you.

You searched for the ginger for hours. Your anger turned to heartache turning back to anger as every hour passed. The gaping hole in your chest growing with every unanswered call. Every empty secret room or passage only causes you pain.

It’s far past curfew when you make it back to the gryffindor common room. Giving up on your search for your boyfriend. You through yourself down on one of the couches, covering your face with your hands as you sigh.

“You still haven’t found him?” Hermione's sudden voice makes you jump as the curly headed girl appears at the bottom of the stairs to the girls dormitories.

“No.” Is all you can manage to say.

“I’m sure he’ll turn up. Fred Weasley is a lot of things but, and don’t tell him I’ve said this, he’s not stupid. He loves you and he would never screw your relationship up like this. You should check his dorm again. I’m sure Lee is still up,” Hermione suggested quietly before giving you a small smile and making her way back upstairs.

You let out another sigh. It couldn’t hurt to check his dorm again. So you halfheartedly shuffle up the stairs to the boys dormitories, knocking quietly on Fred’s door.

Your heart breaks again when Fred isn’t the one to answer. Instead it’s Lee who pulls the door open giving you a sympathetic look before saying, “no luck?”

“No. I-I was hoping he was here.” Lee just shook his head, sighing.

“He hasn’t been back. George was here for a second. I told him you were looking for Fred he just said ‘he knows’ grabbed a backpack and ran out,” Lee informed.

“So his phone is working,” you grumble, “I guess that answers that.” You shake your head, the tears threatening to fall again.

“He loves you Y/n. I’m sure this will all be explained-“

“If he loved me he would have told me he was leaving!” You shout. Lee stands there wide eyed, before slowly nodding.

“I’m sorry about all of this Y/n. I really thought he had told you.”

“No, Lee, it’s okay. Someone had to.” With that you turn and make your way back to your dorm.

You enter the room as silently as possible to not wake your roommates before throwing yourself down on your bed.

You wanted nothing more than to forget this whole day ever happened. To wake up in the morning and realize that this was all a nightmare. That your boyfriend wasn’t actually leaving tomorrow, that he wasn’t planning and leaving without saying goodbye, without telling you what this meant for your relationship. But no matter how much you wanted to forget, you couldn’t sleep, couldn’t stop thinking about what this whole night meant for you. You tossed and turned and huffed, unable to get comfortable. The sinking feeling in your heart refusing to go away. You huff again rolling over, glimpsing at your clock that read 3 am. That’s when you hear the phone ring.

You bolt right up in your bed grabbing the phone, making your way out of the dorm and into the hallway and quickly answering it. You didn’t even have to look at the caller ID… you knew exactly who it was.

“Love, listen-“

“It’s 3 am, Fred Weasley! Where the hell are you? I looked for you for hours!” You shouted harshly. There was scilence on the other end of the line.

“Meet me in the astronomy tower, okay? I’m going to explain everything.”

“If you wanted to explain things you should have done it 8 hours ago!” You spit, your anger coming back in full force.

“Love, please,” is all he said back before hanging up the phone.

The walk to the astronomy tower seemed to take ages. The cold air nipping at your skin as you made your way up the long stairway. The light from your wand barely illuminated the old stone steps. The dark only adding to the eerie cold feeling seeping into you.

When you push open the door to the astronomy tower Fred is already waiting for you, leaning against a wall and watching the door with a worried gaze, on where quickly tries to hide as you enter the room.

“You came,” he sighed, sounding more relieved than ever.

“Of course I did. I would never ditch you without an explanation.” You knew you were picking a fight, being petty, but at this moment you felt you deserved it.

“Love, let me explain-“

“You can start by explaining why you made an elaborate plan to run away from Hogwarts with your brother, and didn’t bother to tell me.”

“I was going to Y/n.” Was all he said.

“Really? When? When were you going to tell me? Because apparently the day before wasn’t it!” You seethed.

“Y/n I- I tried I just didn’t know how. It never felt like the right time. I didn’t want to hurt you” Fred answered.

“You know what hurt me Fred? Finding out from Lee that you were leaving, looking for you for hours thinking that you didn’t tell me because I didn’t mean enough to you to matter. Thinking that you were leaving and you weren’t even going to say goodbye. Thinking that this was over! That’s what hurt me Fred!”

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. Don’t you think I wanted to stay for you! I love you. We have known each other for 7 years! You have been by my side for 7 years! And I don’t want to leave you behind! I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye! I don’t want this to be over! I just didn’t know how to say that. Because I didn’t want you to feel like I was leaving you”

“Godric, Fred, how long have you known about this?” You couldn’t stop the tears from flowing, you and Fred had never fought like this.

Fred sighed looking down to his feet, unable to meet your eyes. “About a month, maybe more,” he mumbled out. Now you really couldn’t stop the tears. He had known for over a month, he had known he was leaving and he didn’t tell you.

“Love, please, I know I messed up. I should have told you sooner. This doesn’t have to be over though. You can come with me, stay with me and George, work in the shop. Or you could come live with me after you graduate. Y/n please, this is my dream. I know it’s risky but it’s what I want, and I want you to be apart of it.” He begged, you could feel the sincerity in his voice.

“I never minded the risk, Fred. As long as we did things together. I’ve always supported you. I wanted to start our lives outside of Hogwarts together. I just- I don’t understand why you didn’t trust me.”

“I do. I do trust you. If- if you don’t want to go then I’ll stay. I’ll stay here with you.” Fred said, taking a step closer to you and reaching for your hand.

“No, fred. This is your dream. I’m not going to keep you from it,” more tears streamed down your face. “This is everything you have ever wanted. So you should go, but I- I have to stay. I have to graduate. And when I do- I’ll come find you.”

“I don’t want to leave you here. Especially not with umbridge. Y/n please I don’t want this to be the end of us,” a tear streamed down his face.

“It’s not Freddie.” You took in a deep breath wiping the tears from your face and mustering a small smile. “It’s just- just a small break. You go out there and get your dream. And in a few months I’ll be right there with you.”

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