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hqrbinger · 3 years ago

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"HAPPIER THAN EVER."

summary; after finding out the rules of the game, you decide that you would do anything for him. pairings; xiao x reader (no pronouns used) warnings/tags; no beta/not proofread, lowkey squid game spoilers, squid game!AU, marble game but instead of sae-byeok and ji-yeong its xiao and you, major character death (you oops), angst no comfort, mentions of guns, death, and blood notes; so this is probably gonna flop/ someone has probably already done this before BUT !!! my sae-byeok brainrot has been THROUGH THE ROOF lately and i cant write for her so instead i did this lol, if it does well maybe i'll do more squid game crossovers ??? lmk if anyone wants a pt 2 with more charas bc this was meant to have more but its 5 am and i am exhausted LMAO reblogs are highly appreciated! songs; lonely shredder; mac demarco - happier than ever (edit); billie eilish

the small, glass marble was heavy between your fingers, the decision you were about to make hanging uncomfortably in your chest. your partner's marble was well a ways away in the alley you were playing in, pretty much securing the win if you were to play your cards right.

or in your case, playing them wrong.

because you were choosing to lose.

⊹XIAO

your marble slipped from your grasp only a foot or two from the line, landing with a pathetic thumb against the sandy floor. you glanced up at his marble, nestled in the gritty dirt several meters away. xiao had won.

you straightened your back, not really sure what was going to happen next or just how long you had left before your time was up.

"what are you doing?"

you winced just slightly when xiao spoke, hearing his footsteps approach behind you until your collar was grabbed roughly, pushing you back against the nearest wall.

"i lost," you said, weakly.

his eyes were swirling with confusion, anger, fear. it pained you to look into them. he wore a blank expression but you saw right through his stupid, icy facade.

just like you always could.

"why the hell would you do that?" he seethed, gripping your jacket tighter and shaking you roughly. you could tell how hard he was trying to be angry, to hate you for what you were doing. but you knew he didn't. he couldn't.

"hey, butter fingers, what can you do," you tried to crack a smile, but you knew it wasn't going to help.

xiao looked dumbfounded, brows knitted together in an emotion you weren't very well acquainted with seeing on his face:

fear.

"why are you doing this?" his voice was softer now, yet his tight grip on your collar remained steady. you didn't like seeing him like this, but it was all for the best. love makes you do crazy things, after all.

"whatever it takes," you whisper, despair and nausea washing over you as your choice was being set in stone. "i'll make sure you win."

his eyes widened slightly as your words truly sunk in, the gravity of the situation hitting harder than any bullet ever could.

anger suddenly took over his features again, fingers curling into fists around the fabric of your blood-stained jacket.

"you think i'm going to be grateful for this?" he spat, the malice in his tone not enough to counteract the horror in his glistening amber eyes. "take another throw. don't..."

his voice cracked and his eyes finally tore away from yours, his grip on you slacking once again. his breaths came heavy, and the quiver in his lip told you it took everything within him not to cry. "don't do this. please..."

you reached up, running your hands through his hair gently, relishing in the feel of his silky strands for what would be your last time feeling them. xiao squeezed his eyes shut, unsure whether it would hurt less to sink deeper into your touch or push you as far away as possible.

why? why did it have to be this way?

"you can't die," your voice is shaking and you have never been more terrified in your life, but the thought of xiao walking out of the bloodied room unscathed and safe was enough to keep you going. "i need you to live for the both of us. make it out of here for us, xiao..."

you tried to smile, feeling the familiar sting of tears burn at the back of your throat. but you wouldn't cry. not in front of him.

hot tears streaked single-file down your lover's cheeks, unbridled hopelessness pooling in both of his honey eyes. you reached up to wipe them away, but two masked guards rounded the corner, the lethal weapon present with one of them sealing your fate.

you were practically dragged off of the wall and out of his arms, the other guard simply leading xiao down the other way.

"xiao!" you called, catching him just before he was taken from the hellish room.

it was suddenly so much harder to speak, each word you wanted to scream getting caught in your throat. you knew you only had mere moments left, but you didn't have any idea what to say.

"thank you," you choked, smiling back your tears even though his back was turned. "thank you for being my partner."

the clink of a gun sounded much less scary seeing xiao out of harms way, and in that moment, you felt at peace.

"player 240, eliminated."

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killemwithkawaii · 2 years ago

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[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]

…the second time we parted, we’d just clocked out from a really brutal night shift at the diner, and Mitch was driving us both home. Him being him, he was bitching about all the little things that had gone wrong that day- all the dropped plates and unprepped ingredients and too-long smoke breaks our coworkers had taken, all the slack he felt like he had to pick up because 'nobody else would'… I interrupted his long-winded rant with something I’d been meaning to ask him for a while:

“Do you ever think about leaving and finding someplace better..?”

He went silent as he drove. The rain was pouring and the windshield wipers were squeaking. He looked really guilty when he finally admitted,

“...Sometimes.... But, I can’t leave! That place would fall apart without me! Plus, I’d miss everybody too much if I left…”

“The diner was there waaaay before you got there Mitch, and I can guarantee it’ll be there waaaay after you leave. It’s not gonna go anywhere. You can always come back to visit, if you miss everyone.”

“Where would I even go, though? I’ve been working there since I was a teenager…”

“Dude, with that much experience, you can go anywhere! It’ll show what a loyal, dedicated employee you are, and Rob will have nothing but good things to say about you- just watch, you’re gonna put in your two weeks, and he’ll say something like, ‘It’s about damn time! Get outta here, Mitch, go and show ‘em what you’re made of! We’re rooting for you!’”

“.... Do you really think they won’t be mad at me…?”

“I know they won’t be mad at you. I mean, they’ll be mad that they have to do their own damn jobs for once, but they won’t be mad at you…”

He laughed, “Sucks for them, huh?!”

“Heh, yeah, especially because I’m coming with you.”

“What? Really…?”

“Well yeah- this was only supposed to be a summer gig for me, anyway. I’m not gonna stick around if my boyfriend isn’t there to keep things interesting.”

“Eheh…”

“...maybe you could come back to school with me? But first, I say we take a vacation- go somewhere nice and enjoy ourselves… Maybe up to the mountains for a romantic getaway? We’ve been working our asses off, we both deserve to have some fun for a change!”

“Ha, that does sound nice, but I can’t really afford that.. I gotta pay rent, you know!”

“But what if it’s only half the rent? You think you could afford all that then…?”

I think it took a second for him to realize what I was getting at, but then he turned to me, and he had this look, like… like he had just realized he could really have something more, and he didn’t have to just settle for what he had. I could tell that all this time, he’d just accepted that where he was was where he was always going to be, you know? But that wasn’t true. I knew it wasn’t true. I knew he could be more, and that we could be more together. We deserved it! Him and me- we had a real chance to have a happy life together. where we lived where and how we wanted... All we had to do was take that first step in the right direction, and we could do anything, no problem.

He took my hand and held it tightly. I think he was about to say something, when the car took a sudden skid to the left. It happened so fast- the skid, him cursing and ripping his hand out of mine to crank the wheel, more cursing, more skidding, us hitting that stupid flimsy guardrail and tumbling over the edge…

I came to and we were off the road, at the bottom of the embankment below our everyday commute. Through the cracked windshield, I could see that the headlights were still flickering, and I could smell burnt rubber and blood and shit, but the only thing I could hear for a while was the roar of blood in my ears and the sound of the rain pouring onto the roof, until I heard Mitch whimpering and straining next to me. Both of us had our legs pinned underneath the dashboard, and the inertia of the crash had made our seatbelts cut into our stomachs like piano wires through butter. Mitch was trying and failing to pull himself out of his seat, but all it was doing was opening his wound wider and wider, and making more and more of his intestine come spilling out of him and over the steering wheel….

I tried to tell him to stop, that he was making it worse by struggling, but he kept repeating over and over again that he needed to get out of there and get us help. He kept trying, and trying and trying, until he was exhausted and the adrenaline started to wear off and the pain really started to seep in. He looked down at himself, and then at me, and fat tears started to roll down his cheeks.

He started apologizing- he shouldn’t have let himself get distracted, he should have been watching the road, he should have been more careful, more responsible, he should have replaced his tires and his windshield wipers, why did he drive such an old piece of junk, how could he be such an idiot, how could he do this to me, to us. He was so sorry. So, so, so, so sorry…

I said, “You don’t need to apologize, you didn’t mean to, there was nothing you could do, it was an accident,” but I think all that made it worse. He prided himself in being so careful- he never wanted to take a chance and hurt somebody because of a careless mistake, but now there we were, gutted by our seatbelts after skidding off the road, because he’d been a little careless and looked away, at me, for a few lousy seconds.

“Mitchie, it’s okay…”

“No, it’s not! How can you say that? We’re going to die in here! We’re both going to die because of me…” He was crying, and every sob pushed a little more of his gut from his torso. His lower half was soaked with blood and whatever else was leaking out of him, and I wasn’t in much better shape. What he said was probably true… we were going to die there. He looked so afraid… all I could do was hope by some freak miracle that help would come in time, and try to comfort him in the very likely scenario that he passed in the next few minutes.

“Mitchie, stop it, please, sshh, look at me, I’m here…” I tried to brush his hair from his forehead, wipe the tears from his cheeks, sooth him at least a little before we were gone.

“Listen, if we do… It… it’s easier if you just relax and let it happen, like you’re falling asleep in a really sucky way… you don’t need to be afraid.....”

“Sally, aren’t you scared…?”

“Yes, and no… I’ve kind of done this before… a lot…”

“What…?”

“This isn’t the first time I’ve lived, and it’s not the first time I’ve died. It’s the same with you, you just don’t remember it.”

“I… are you talking about like, past lives and that junk? Some kinda reincarnation, religious thing…?”

“...yeah. Yeah, that’s what I mean. We’ll see each other again, Mitch. In another life, I’ll find you again, and we’ll have a lot of fun together, okay? We’ll have so much fun, you’ll hardly be able to stand it, I promise….”

He cried harder. There was blood in his teeth, and glass in his skin, and his face and his fingers had become ghostly pale. He rested his cheek against my palm and sniffled, then nodded weakly.

“Okay… okay, Sally, I…. we’ll…” he grimaced. “God, fuck, it hurts so much… I’m so fucking scared… I’m so sorry I did this…”

“Shh, shh, no more apologizing… it’s okay… it’ll be over soon, just…. lay back and try your best to relax… I’ll be right here with you until you’re gone….”

He did as I said, and I held his hand and stayed with him in the car, saying all the comforting words I could think of until his weeping went quiet and he slipped out of consciousness. His grip went slack and his chest stopped moving…. After a few minutes, when I was sure he was gone, I helped him close his eyes to rest. I laced our fingers together, took one last look at him, then I laid back in my seat so I could get some sleep myself…

I jumped from that universe, leaving our bodies behind in the car, waiting patiently for someone to find us that morning. It was our second sudden, terrible, grisly death, and I hated that what we could have had was taken away just as it started, but…. I took comfort in knowing that, at least that time, we were together, until the very end….

[END TRANSCRIPT]

#the staycation 🏡💙#coworker!mitch #tw death #tw disembowelment #tw organs #tw injury #tw unsanitary #tw unreality #tw blood #tw body horror #meet the fishers

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mishervellous · 4 years ago

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hmm have your pick or answer all 3! 🥰

fiona gallagher landlord or debbie-does-it-all plot line?

frank x liam or frank x carl?

gallavich early seasons or later seasons?

Bri bby! 🥰🥰🌺

oof these are some tough ones, but Imma try and answer them all!

Landlord Fiona or Debbie-does-it-all

I will have to go with Debbie on this one. I think it was nice to see a plot line at all for Debbie FINALLY, but most importantly one that weirdly made sense for her. she’s always been the creative, and resourceful one when it came to making money, so to see her kinda going back to her s1 roots was nice—I really enjoyed it! Landlord Fiona I didn’t mind it that much but I think the writers just ruined it lmao though I loved the resolution in the end. so like…it started out promising, went downhill, and then ended with a bang eheh

Frank x Liam or Frank x Carl

I’m not gonna lie, this was tough! I don’t know if this is controversial tbh but I used to love Frank and Carl’s relationship. like Frank is still an asshole and yada yada yada but it was that weird, Gallagheresque bonding that made me laugh, and smile. but I gotta go with Frank and Liam—dang, I loved their bond so much! I think it stems from my undying love of Liam as a stand-alone character, like that dude is the best so I knew it’d be hard for Frank to treat him that badly. I love the contrast between their personalities, how they’re almost polar opposite of each other—whereas Frank and Carl were mostly on the same page, or rather Frank got Carl on his page eventually lmao but Liam stayed himself, with his beliefs, and values and Frank still stuck around him. that’s why I like them so much :)

Early seasons Gallavich or Later seasons Gallavich

Bri… this is like asking me if I’d rather spend a day on a beautiful beach or eat my favorite ice cream—why can’t I do both?!? Now… don’t get me wrong, I LOVE ADORE them being a thing, an item—and don’t even get me started on them being husbands. It’s actually the best thing ever and just thinking about it makes me emotional. with that said, the earlier seasons’ dynamics are what made me fall in love with them in the first place so I gotta go with them. they have this vibe, and energy that just keeps you glued to the screen from the first to the last scene, you wanna know more, you want more from them!! like you wanna punch these two clueless assholes and hug them at the same time.

It’s especially early seasons Mickey that does it for me. to be fair I have the biggest, most embarrassing crush on him so I might be highly biased eheh but I think that the juxtaposition of his personality clashing with the things he says/does with and for Ian… it’s perfect. and it’s not even those grand gestures we get to see later on in the series, I’m talking about those small things Mickey does that completely contradict what he said/did in previous scenes. it’s those subtle ways we see him fall in love with Ian despite his fears, and the way we end up falling in love with Mickey at the same time Ian’s falling in love with him because of them. it’s just magical!

sorry this was so long sdnsisnsi but it was so much fun!! let me know your thoughts hun 🥰🥰💙

#thanks for the ask 🌺#ask game #y0itsbri #💙💙💙💙#ask

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wexhappyxfew · 4 years ago

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HELLO LIL BEAN 💛 you already know who I’m here for eheh Death please!

LINDA AHHHH HELLO!!! :D Sorry that I’ve just been able to FINALLY get to this! My schoolwork load today was absolutely insane if I’m being quite honest and I already get distracted so easily, so the snow outside and just the everyday distractions of life aren’t that great either LOL!! But I AM FINISHED AND THE NIGHT IS MINE SO -- let’s get into it! In this post, we’ll be digging into Natia + Death’s relationship, and everything essentially surrounding their connection which, out of everyone and everything in the book remains ENTICING and one of the strongest - quite strange for someone like Natia and this personified being like Death right? ;)

I really liked the way this moodboard turned out, because just about every aspect encompasses a bit of Natia + Death’s relationship with one another AND SO - I will be going through each photo to discuss their relationship and bring it to life a bit! I thought this would be a fun way, to not only have a reference image, but also a description as to WHY I decided on the images for the moodboard that depicts their relationship so vividly! But let’s get a few things hit right off the bat first!

(1) Not once do Natia and Death communicate through words - one of the most powerful things about their connection with one another is simply that. They never speak one word to each other yet, they have one of the strongest relationships throughout the entire book because of simply the deep-seeded connection they hold with one another.

(2) This deep-seeded connection is really rooted in Day 1 after Natia witnesses the death of her parents - though not a scene in the book, it is referenced a various amount of times and is a moment Natia tends to think about more often than not in her time. It’s sort of my play on when Death comes to her and begins to pity her. Oh yes....there is a whole lot of pitying - and Natia HATES pitying...we know this ;)

(3) Agent Mortem is literally Agent ‘Death’ or the Agent of Death. I specifically chose Mortem as Agent Mortem’s codename simply because he really is this perceived Agent of Death in Natia’s eyes. I’m also a Latin Nerd and well, Latin nerds like this stuff HAHA! But truly, weaving that in and showing that not only is Death extremely important to Natia, but so is Agent Mortem (quite literally Death in his own way) has been super fun for me to craft and explore!

AND (4) I want to bring up Death’s connection with War. War is not a very prominent figure I decided to personify within the story, though he is basically the main center of attention lurking in the foreground as this is based in simply WAR! But War makes important appearances and almost in ways you maybe would’t quite expect him to. Number 1, War and Death dislike each other from the start and that’s just my own personal view on this entirely in my own story telling way. Number 2, Death says plenty of times how War makes all these decisions without second though and he has to clean up the mess yet he can’t pull himself away from someone (ahem...Natia) who essentially does much of the same. It’s a load of dramatic irony twisted with wordplay and phrases with double meanings that I LOVE!

(can you tell I’m such a nerd with this LMAOOO!!)

OKAY! Now that those are out of the way, let’s jump under the cut I have inserted to dissect the 9 pictures above - they won’t be super detailed (okay they kinda are lmao), just some reasons why those pictures are important, just for time’s sake! Let’s get into it!

PICTURE 1: “ can we act like we never broke each other’s hearts...” I really, really loved this aesthetic quote photo for many reasons as - not in a romantic sense - but more in it that 2 broken-hearted people are trying to mend one another and obviously fail at it....that sort of thing, and it’s quite interesting to craft. Natia can’t help but feel attached to Death, yet she is so immersed and surrounded by it and it has brought such an immense amount of pain to her being - but she can’t help but let His feeling remain, only letting her heart break further and His the same - he can’t pull away either.

PICTURE 2: “ two people, male and female, standing on the edges of cliffs, with an abyss in the center - darkness coming from the male’s side and light on the female’s “ WOW WOW WOW can I just say this is literally one of my favorites?! Before the war, Natia was not the Natia all the readers know and love currently - she was happy, she played PIANO, she was a CHILD, she was simply a little girl. There was light. Death always was darkness - darkness and sadness and grief and pain. And so, this picture really shows the beginning of their relationship - he brings he darkness and she lets him, she doesn’t fight it - BUT WAIT WHAT’S THAT??? AN ABYSS BETWEEN THEM??? Oohhh yet - you didn’t think I’d leave that one out now would ya? BUT THAT COMES FOR MUCH LATER - to a time in Bastogne particularly that is a spoiler - time will tell though!

PICTURE 3: ‘ I’m not even a whisper in your thoughts yet you’re the screaming in mine.’ All I gotta say is one word - Bastogne. Shit goes down in Bastogne and let’s just say a good portion is between Death and Natia - good or bad who knows, but it goes DOWN. I can’t elaborate much as it is spoiler-filled, but come back again once we hit Bastogne, we can chat again on this picture - I got a whole LOAD of info on it!

PICTURE 4: ‘ Cloaked figure ‘ I am actually delving deeper into Krysta’s ask with this picture, BUT when creating Death, I actually created a picture in my mind - from the beginning I wanted to make it a man, just for the dynamic that would be between Natia and Him and to show Him in a different light! But let’s just say (you’ll find more on the ask I answer for Krysta when I post it) cloaks are a MUST for Death - why might you ask? Why must he be portrayed in a cloak AHAHAH - you’ll see!

PICTURE 5: “Courage meets Death” I LOVE this entire picture aesthetic so so much for Landslide. In a way, Natia, in my eyes is Courage and Death is well Death. It relates back to picture 2 big time with the whole light v dark contrast that I discussed, but it’s not an overpowering of the other quite here - more of an agreement like you can vibe with me and I’ll vibe with you and we’ll leave it to that for the moment. Like Natia fighting Death - connections perhaps?! ;) They’re equals here and equals is what they’ll always be - never more, never less - Death and Natia or in this sense Death and Courage remain equals.

PICTURE 6: “black, grey and white female + crying image” This is more of a representation of Natia - showing the world she sort of sees - not exactly color, but not entirely black and white - more grey, sort of like her character in a sense OR IF WE LIKE TO VIEW IT THIS WAY - the morally grey character that controls her....ahem Agent Mortem....who quite literally sees the world in grey. Just a little play on an idea like that, which is super fun!

PICTURE 7: ‘I broke my rules for you.” OH BOY THIS ONE JUST SCREAMS DEATH TO ME! I reference quite a few times for Death this sort of rule book he has for himself, a bit later on in the book and he says quite a few times as well that even He broke his rules for Natia - he kept her from Death more than once and kept her safe. He is simply DEATH, yet he goes and protects another from it? From HIMSELF? Yet he drifts so near? .....yep that’s exactly how it is. He broke her rules for her - nearly everyone - to protect her from Him.

PICTURE 8: ‘Death’s hand holding a mortals clenched’ So I really played around with perspective on the moodboard here and purposely made the strip down the center show Death’s side as the left and Natia’s as the right and meeting in the center! This image portrays the control Death seems to hold on Natia at times - her mind consumed and intoxicated by him and in the most recent chapter (Weapons Don’t Weep - *26) we seen right at the end, that admist the chaos, there stands Death, the shutting of his eyes as a way to attempt to silence the chaos for her - yet he is the reason for her having to bear all this chaos. It’s quite an intense dynamic, but very true their relationship!

PICTURE 9: ‘flirting with Death’ Okay, we all know Natia is confident in her own capabilities and who she is and let’s just say, she brushes a little too close to Death’s touch for many of her friends and family’s liking. In no way is this portrayed in a romantic sense, but more of in the sense that Natia’s ‘flirting’ with Death is almost a clear want from it, no matter how much Death tries his best to protect her from him. Yet they draw so close to one another which complicates things. It only adds more to the complexity of their connection with one another but is truthful in so many ways!

#band of brothers #landslide #bob fic #natia filipska #natia filipska/death #connection + relationship #symbols and motifs #we love a good symbol of death #yes yes he is my absolute favorite symbol out of the entirety of the fic i can agree with that!!!!#and THIS WAS SO FUN OMG LIKE???? SO SO FUN!!! AHHHH

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pinktatertots99 · 5 years ago

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red spilled water - hnk faun au fic

a request by @daireannx that honestly i had alot of fun with lol. VERY long holy shit. also warning of stabby stab and big bad words like f***.

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“cinny! cinnyyyyyy!”

cinnabar jolted slightly from the rock they were sitting on, under a tree behind the bushes that seperated the busy dirt street from the nature as they looked to see the familiar face of a turquoised haired youth.

immediately they rushed to them, pushing their face from the bush as they pushed their face through it. “what’re you doing!?” they shrieked in a whisper as phos rubbed their nose. “i wanted to show you this really pretty waterfall i found.”

“...are you shitting me?!” they whispered again. “you couldn’t show me at night or something?”

“but it looks prettier in the day please cinnyyyyy?” they whined lightly as cinnabar could already feel people staring and whispers of their strange nature. moving to their pocket they took out a small glass bottle, looking at it in conflict. it was a tussle lately with people nearly prohibiting them from getting any water out of fear they’d contaminate it. not even the BEACH they could get it’s nasty salt water from.

they sighed. “alright. fine. but next time get me when the street isn’t busy dummy.” they stated as they crawled through the bush, phos crawling along with them chuckling embarrassed. “sorry. i just got excited ehehe. and wanted to show you!”

they blushed lightly as they moved deeper into nature, enough for them to stand up and walk. they let the turquoised fawn lead as they looked over the view. “hey, uhm, is this really okay though?”

“yeah why?”

“i mean, aren’t all your people awake or something?”

“yeah but this waterfall is far away from em, they only go to so many places to hunt and stuff.”

“if you say so.” as they walked over the trees sprouting roots and rocks layered in moss their eyes widened as they saw from a distance the giant waterfall that fell into a pool that gave small streams towards the two.

“oh...wow.” they whispered lightly as they knelt over to the small stream.

*crack*

they jolted up as they heard something like a stick crack, only to look back down again as phos joined them. “pretty cool right?” they smiled. “yeah.”

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panting heaving zircon leapt in skips, ignoring yellow’s calls to them to slow down as they bumped into something black and dark. falling on their behind they panted and squirmed as bortz looked behind them.

“what are you doing?” they asked as dia put a hand on their shoulder to calm them whilst yellow caught up to them panting. once they did zircon squirmed to latch onto them as they knelt down awkwardly to hold them. “eheh sorry bort something spook-”

“hhu...uumm...mman.” all three paused in shock as zircon shivered. “ssaw...hhhu...mman. eeastern fforest aarea enttrance.”

dia moved in slightly. “wwell, maybe they’ll leave, barely anyone goes-”

“thththey...wwwere with...phphos-” they yelped as bort picked them up from the front of their top. “where. are. they?”

“i’ll show the way.” yellow interjected as bort put them down on their hooves, immediately zircon latched onto yellow as the four skipped off in the direction. getting closer to the destination they started to quietly walk, avoiding as many sticks and loud pieces of nature as they could until they found the two still crunched over the small river.

immediately zircon hid in yellow’s shoulder as dia moved to lift their bow and arrow. “i can take them.” they whispered as bort pushed the bow down gently. “you mad? if they have a weapon and you miss they could kill the little brat.” dia looked down dejected as bortz unsheathed their sword.

the four watched as the red headed human reached into their pocket, the light shining on the unknown object that made it sparkle, immediately the raven jumped out of the hiding spot with their sword in perfect position to stab.

“bortz be caref-”

immediately a strained scream echoed as bort felt a force infront of them, keeping them further from the human but did not deter their sword from stabbing into an upper part of their chest.

“BORT YOU MEANIE NO!” they heard phos shriek as they looked up to them, tears pricking as they moved with all their strength to hold them back.

“WHAT’RE YOU DOING?!” they exclaimed trying to push them away.

“THEIR SAFE THEIR NOT BAD!”

“YOU THINK I’LL BELIEVE THAT EASI-wait...DID YOU BRING A HUMAN BACK!?” the younger started tearing up as the three fighters popped up getting closer, finding cinnabar holding the bleeding wound in their body and scrunched up behind a tree oak panting lightly.

“their my friend!”

“YOU IDIOT do you know what danger you could be putting us in?!”

“please....help.”

the five looked as cinnabar was looking more tired, hand nearly covered in blood as phos moved away to hold them lightly. they looked back glaring at them. “you HAVE to fix them!”

“HUH!? who said YOU could give orders!?” bort exclaimed as phos moved to look at dia and yellow as zircon was currently hiding behind yellow. “dia! yel! please.” both looked to the other unsure.

“i mean, we can’t patch up a human.”

“and the quack’s not gonna like it if we bring one back-”

“please!” both looked as phos’s eyes were wide, already shaking up the two from the cuteness.

“you two can’t be serious.”

“aw c’mon bort, we got a whole village that’s got least one weapon on em.”

“and why should I follow along with this? i can take them down right now.” they stated, positioning their sword only for dia to get infront of them. “bortz-y no!”

“dia!”

“just trust us for once alright!?” they exclaimed catching everyone off guard. “if they do something then we’ll finish them off but their not right now! so just trust us for a second alright? we’re not stupid.” they stated almost coldly, slowly the raven put their sword back growling. “whatever, i’m not carrying them then.”

“mmph! haah.” they looked as phos was trying to pick them up by the torso. “it’s...alright...cinny i...’m gonna get...you back.” they panted out, only to feel cinnabar moved out of their arms as dia picked them up bridal style. “just follow us phos, everything’ll be okay.” they comforted with a smile as the five moved to gallop while bortz cursed under their breath on this situation.

as they got to the entrance of the village they all stopped, save for phos who bumped into bortz. “owwww. hey why we stopping we’re almost there?”

“oh yes lets just walk out to EVERYONE holding a fucking HUMAN that’ll go so fan fucking well.” bortz snapped back as phos’s ears went down pouting. “i know a shortcut to the quack’s place. follow me.” yellow whispered as they all skipped as quietly as they could to the end of the village, watching for a clear enough path to lead straight to rutile’s medical bay.

on yellow’s cue they all ran straight towards them, yellow literally bumping into them as the doctor shrieked and fell whilst bortz drew the curtains of their bay’s entrance. “ow yellow you fu-” they started, seeing the red headed human in dia’s arms. “...oh my fucking god what the hell-” they started only to start whispering. “the hell did you bring a human back!?”

“ask the brat.” bort stated as phos pouted. “phos.” they squeaked as rutile came forward to them with their surgical tools in hand. “tell my why there’s a human on my surgical bed hm?”

“i uhm...bbortz stabbed them!”

“well YOU brought a human here!”

“i brought em to a waterfall nearby you guys weren’t supposed to be there dummies!”

“hah?” they squeaked and ran to hide behind dia. “ppleeeaaase though rutile they need help!”

“what makes you think i won’t just kill them? i have the literal tools for it.”

“because your a doctor.” yellow interjected giving a smirk. “would be bad for your reputation, right?~” rutile glared at them as they groaned. “damn you, knowing my secrets. ...fine fine, all of you get out i don’t let anyone human or not die on me.” they stated pushing them all out and keeping the curtains closed.

“finally.” bortz stated as they stomped off with the four following suite. “wwait! you guys won’t tell right?” phos asked, the four looking at eachother as bortz groaned. “if that human doesn’t bring anyone back, then no.” they stated as they went back to leave.

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slowly opening their eyes cinnabar’s dimly lit red sphere’s moved to look around, finding the familiar phos and some bruenette and blonde colored person that seemed to look similar to them. groaning lightly they moved to sit up, seeing the one holding a small scalpel closely as phos moved their hands to their shoulders. “easy easy.” they replied as they laid cinnabar back down. “rest.”

“wha...i what...hap..pened?”

“i saved your life. you can thank me later.” rutile stated as they moved to walk out. “you’ll be staying here for the time being so i suggest you get some rest and keep quiet.” they instructed, giving a yawn. “i’m going to bed.”

“thanks ruti.” phos responded sweetly as they waved at the doctor whose back was turned leaving.

“you...said they...wouldn’t find us?” cinnabar asked, almost sounding betrayed as phos looked back guiltily. “i...thought they wouldn’t. it was in an area we don’t go to often. i’m sorry.” they mumbled, moving their hand into their vest’s pocket pulling out the now corked glass bottle filled with water. “i got you back this though.” they stated smiling as cinnabar weakly took it back. uncorking it they quickly drank it all with a sigh.

“...maybe i...should’ve bought more bottles.”

“well we can always go next time!”

“maybe you can go next time and get me water. will that make you not call out to me in daylight?” phos giggled as they rubbed the back of their head. “yeah ehehe. i should go though, i gotta be there for role call but i’ll sneak back in.” they stated as cinnabar’s eyes closed again. “kay, whatever.”

as they opened the curtain of the entrance they stared face to face with euclase, with jade behind them as their face was contorted in a solemn expression. immediately they closed the curtain behind them. “AH ah, eeuc hi i was just gonna-”

“phos, we know.” they stated, phos feeling their heart almost stopping as they kneeled to them, tears pricking to their eyes. “please...please don’t hurt them, i promise i won’t do it again, ii’ll do anything, i’ll be banished, orr do anything please just don’t-”

“phos phos breathe.” euc stated, kneeling to them as phos took shaky deep breaths. “listen, padparascha and i will be holding a meeting tomorrow on this situation.”

“yyour...nnot gonna hhurt them?”

“i mean, euc’s too sweet to do that.” jade stated as euc hummed amused by the compliment. “yes well, we won’t. but you’ll have to stay here and watch this human till the meeting. yellow volunteered to guard the outside for the night.”

“sso i...uhm...”

“you can go back inside for now. just be prepared.” they stated as they and jade moved to leave while yellow was walking towards then passing them as phos moved back inside with a sigh.

“i’m...such a disturbance.” their ears perked as cinnabar’s eyes were cracked open, glittering by the moon’s shine through the hole window. “first humans, now deer people...why did you have to take me?” they choked up lightly as phos moved to their side, petting the tears lightly off their cheeks. “i promise, i won’t let anyone hurt you cinny.”

“avoiding the question.” they chuckled lightly as their eyes moved to close. “it’s alright, i’m...too cowardly to hear the reason.” they mumbled as they fell asleep, phos petting them as the moon continued to shine on the two.

#houseki no kuni #land of the lustrous #hnk #lotl #kingdom of gems #au #fanfiction #hnk faun au #i made this #the pink one speaks

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queenofnohr · 6 years ago

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Fate/Grand Order Gareth Line Masterpost

Here’s what I’ve been working on alongside my other work! I’ve been taking more time on my translations to be a bit more liberal with phrasing/making it not so literal, so I hope it’s paid off? Gareth is one of those types who’s kind of a huge Round Table fan, so while she speaks politely, her excitement shines through a lot. I hope I was able to capture that kind of youthful energy.

EDIT: All her lines are now available!

I.... should be using my patreon, probably, but I feel like voice lines are things that won’t really benefit me by being on there. I will hopefully have my first patreon only post up by next week (it’ll be a Material Book Profile from Book IV!)

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Summoning: I am Gareth. A knight who sat 7th at the Round Table, and as such served King Arthur!

Level Up: I could get used to this magical power! Ooooh~

Ascension 1: Yeah, this is what I’m most used to wearing after all. If I’m armed, I’ll be able to fight with you, you know? By the way, this armor is from back in the day, when I was traveling around as a page. Ascension 2: Hm? Did anything change? I don’t really think so, but thank you anyway! Ascension 3: Ooooh! Incredible!! This is my Round Table armor, Master! So cool, so cool!! Ascension 4: My lance was once praised by my former king, His Highness, King Arthur. If it is by your decree, it shall pierce through anything. In accordance with your will, it shall pierce through anyone. But, please, I pray you use me for the sake of building a peaceful world. —Whaaat. I tried to be just a little cool. Ehehe.

My Room Generic 1: If you just stand around, roots will start growing out of you! You’re young, Master! I’m young too! So let’s get up and get out there! My Room Generic 2: Masters and Servants are like kings and knights…… Hm? ...It’s….. A little different than that? Mm…… Ehehe, it’s kinda complicated, huh. My Room Generic 3: Okay, so, with knights and kings, King Arthur would be my superior…… That makes the relationship between a “senpai” and “kouhai” easy to understand, but…… Your kouhai is Miss Mash, so…… Hm…… Hmmmmm…… I don’t really get it…...

With Arturia: Our King of Knights…… Ah! Your Highness, King Arthur! ……To be able to meet again…… *sob*... *sob*....... I’m so sorry…… I’m so very sorry…… I wasn’t able to fight alongside you in that final battle…... With Bedivere: Sir Bedivere! Aha, it really is you! Oh, what’s with that arm? Strictly speaking you’re a different person? What do you mean by that? With Gawain: Brother, it looks like you’re in a good mood. …….Lord Gawain. Um……. Ehehe…… If you don’t stop ruffling my hair, I’ll get mad! …...But, Brother, I really am happy to see you again. I love you! With Mordred: It looks like Mordred is here too, but…… Mm…… I want to talk more, but I feel like there’s no chance of it happening. With Tristan: Infidelity is bad, you know! Sir Tristan? …...Sir Tristan! Don’t just look away, Sir Tristan. With Merlin: A- Actually, Lord Merlin is kind of difficult to deal with. I like him, but he’s a little…… how should I put this - a little scary. I can’t really put it into words. Master, please keep this a secret from Lord Merlin, okay? After Chapter Camelot (?): Ah, Sir Galahad? Sir Galahad…… that’s you, right? Why did you turn into a girl? …...Oh, my mistake, you’re Miss Mash! My apologies! Aha…… That was close. With Lancelot (Saber): Kya! N- No way…… no way, no way, no way!!! …...Could that really be……? No, it can’t be…… The great Lancelot from back then…… It is him- No way, you’ve gotta be kidding me! Awawa.... Awawa… Awawa…. What am I supposed to do with myself…... With Lancelot (Berserker): This sinister aura…… It’s just like from the day I was killed…… Sir Lancelot…… Even now, my voice still can’t reach you. With Astolfo: Oh boy! A Frankish Knight! Let’s joust! I won’t take no for an answer! With ???: Joust!!! With me!!! With Arturia (Lancer/Lancer Alter): Eh…… Is that His Majesty, King Arthur? But, there’s so much that’s different…… Like, um, it’s really hard to say this directly, but…… How did his majesty get a horse indoors……? With Arthur Pendragon: Your Majesty…… that’s you, isn’t it? Isn’t… it? Hmmmmm.

Likes: What I like? A spear and shield! Or even just a spear is good with me! Is there anyone who’s up for a joust? Then again, we can’t really have horses running around indoors…... Dislikes: What I hate most is oil slicks. It’s really easy to slip on them, you know? Holy Grail: A mass of magical energy? I have no interest in the Holy Grail. Perhaps if my former king wanted it, then maybe…… No, even if that happened, I wouldn’t be able to get it. Of all the Knights of the Round Table, only Sir Galahad was able to obtain it. If there was anyone else who might be able to…… Oh, that’s right. Sir Percival probably could.

Bond 1: I’m the child of King Lot and Morgan, Gareth. I once served King Arthur, and received the seventh seat at the Round Table. Oh, of course, it wasn’t the original seventh seat. The Knights of the Round were constantly shifting members around. Bond 2: You want to know…… how I became the final knight of the Round Table? Even though I was inexperienced, the other knights - and more than anyone else, His Majesty and Sir Lancelot - supported my joining. Oh, that’s right, I don’t think I mentioned that. I served as Sir Lancelot’s squire. Bond 3: “One day, you’ll rank among the greatest of knights. In time, you’ll become a true knight, comparable to your elder brothers.” Those are the kinds of things everyone used to say, and they were more than I deserved. …...Eh? Was there a lot of pressure? O- Of course there was back then, but certainly not now! Bond 4: When Big Brother Agravain decided to accuse Sir Lancelot, I was sad. I was just... so, so sad. I objected, of course. Because he was Sir Lancelot, the one who bestowed upon me the ranking of “knight.” To me, he was the ideal knight - someone I wanted to be. Bond 5: Yes, long ago…… I was killed by Sir Lancelot. I didn’t really understand what happened…… I was helping Lady Guinevere, and then I saw Sir Lancelot running toward me, and I- He-...... No, it’s all simply a shame. No matter what I say, I cannot stop that day. My words can’t yield anything, and so the past- the moment he took my head in his hand and crushed it- it can’t be changed. In his eyes, I didn’t exist - not one bit. This, I am perfectly aware of. I don’t regret it anymore. But, I was summoned in peak form, spear in hand! And so I’ll fight with all my strength, just like I did back then! I’ll do my best!

Event: It looks like there’s some kind of fun festival going on! An event… Aha, so that’s what it is! Then, let’s head out right away, Master! Birthday: Happy Birthday! It’s an auspicious day, so even though it’s been a while, I’ll try to occupy myself in the kitchen. Just leave everything to me. I’ll even pretend to be your assistant for the day.

Battle Start 1: You face the seventh of the Round Table, Gareth! Battle Start 2: I will absolutely attain victory! Battle Start 3: I’ll go all out. That’s okay with you, right?

Card Select 1: Yep! Card Select 2: I got it! Card Select 3: Hm…...

Extra Attack 1: Ei! Ya! Haugh…… Fire! Extra Attack 2: Ei! Ya! Take my Arondight Overload!

(she actually has 4 Extra Attack lines - but the other two are just variations on these 2 with different yelling)

Skill 1: I have confidence in my endurance! Skill 2: My hands are often praised! Ehehe! Skill 3: O, ring! Lend me your power!

NP Select 1: Is it really okay? NP Select 2: Absolutely!

NP 1: Face me! Augh! Haugh! Time for the finishing blow! Ira Lupus (Rampaging Wolf Maiden)! NP 2: I’ll take you down! I am a wolf! My spear is my fang of certain death! Here I go! Ira Lupus (Rampaging Wolf Maiden)!!

Damage 1: What was that? Damage 2: It’s not over!

Defeated 1: How…… regrettable…... Defeated 2: I- I…… can still…...

Victory 1: Victory! I won, Master! Victory 2: Fufufu, think I’m small and you’ll be sorry. Victory 3: I’m still a Knight of the Round! I won’t lose!

#fgo #fgo translation #fate grand order #my translations #long post

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suncatchr · 5 years ago

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10?

ehehe i know these asks r 200y old but thank you!

10. “Your hands are shaking.”

It’s partly cloudy outside. The wind is stirring at ten kilometres per hour and it’s twenty-seven degrees Celsius. Cirrus clouds are drifting along, pulling themselves apart low in the sky.

“Good morning, lazybones. What'cha doing?“

Benjamin is slipping into the gap between my house and the next, already waving like he’d known I would be at this window. Or perhaps he saw me lean out of it.

"Being lazy,” I respond. “Supposedly,” I add.

“Ha, ha,” he says, though I hadn’t been making a joke. “Come outside.”

“But I haven’t eaten yet,” I inform him. I’m not supposed to go out before I’ve eaten.

“I’ll get you something on the way. Everyone wants to hang out at the park today. If we get enough people we’re gonna play a game of soccer or capture the flag or something.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“That’s why I came to get you, airhead. Come on! I’ll come around the front and get you.”

I’ve climbed out the kitchen window before, because it was quicker. Last time, though, I’d tripped on the sill and nearly lost a tooth, so Ben will meet me at the front door from now on. I wonder if he’s remembering that now, and even more whether he trusts me to win a game after seeing that happen. I climb down off of the kitchen counter (safely) and run to get my shoes on before Ben gets to the door. He pushes it open just as I get my last lace tied.

“Ready,” I report.

“Then come on! I want to get there before everyone else so that I can be a team captain.”

“You’ll pick me, right?” If he doesn’t, I’ll be left over because there’s no way some other kid from school will remember to put me on their team. I shut the door behind me.

“I’ll pick you first, don’t worry. And then I’ll see if I can get Cara because she’s like, the fastest person I’ve ever met.”

“Then pick her first.”

“Well, no, what if the other team gets you?”

I don’t think they will, but if Ben is worried about it, I won’t say anything else. Maybe the other team captain will try to keep me from Ben and Cara so we won’t have the advantage of being friends on the same team.

We stop quickly in the plaza bakery and Ben buys me a croissant to carry with us to the park. “Daniel always brings snacks,” he reminds me as we leave. “So if that’s not enough, he’s probably got something.”

Content with that, I start to pick at the croissant. I quickly learn that I don’t care for croissants. At least I tried it. I offer the rest to Ben and he decides to split it with me.

“It’s too buttery,” I complain when he asks.

“That’s not a real thing,” he says cheerfully. I mean, it is a real thing, that’s why I said it. He seems so content in his assertion, though, so he can keep it.

The wind picks up and I know it isn’t me. Ben doesn’t seem to notice. We walk along the quiet side of the street, instead of the one by the bustling main road. Ben starts waving at what looks like an empty field. More of our classmates are here, hidden by a cloak of trees that marks the path-side entrance to the park.

The wind picks up and I’m certain it’s me this time. It’s a cool breeze that targets the back of my neck when eyes start turning towards us. Everyone who waves is waving at Ben. I’m stricken by the urge to hold onto his arm like I would my mother. Sometimes he gets lost in the crowd and when that happens I have very little to make me comfortable here. I decide to just stick close until the game starts. He said he’d pick me first.

“We decide on what to play yet?” Ben calls as we head down to the group. Cara is here, but it’s her friend Aliyah who answers.

“Capture the flag. Danny brought flags we can use.” She points down to Daniel, who’s tied two bandanas (our flags?) together and is trying to lasso another boy, one I don’t know well.

Cara waves to us once we’re closer. “I didn’t know if you were gonna show up,” she says.

Ben points his thumb at me. “I had to go and get our boy here.”

She smiles at me. “He interrupted breakfast time, right?”

I nod. “He came too early.”

“I don’t get why you don’t just eat earlier, if you gotta eat before you can come play.” Ben shakes his head at Cara like he’s talking about me but I’m not here. I try to suppress the chilly air before they feel it too. I worry that they’ll figure out what each type of weather means if I let it show too often.

“I eat at eight,” I respond. “You know that.”

“But why?”

“That’s breakfast time.” Obviously. He doesn’t get it, though. He rolls his eyes and the three of us head a little deeper into the crowd.

“Hey!” Ben calls into the chatter. “Is anyone else gonna show up?”

“Don’t think so,” responds Lasso-Boy.

“Do you guys wanna play Blue-Shoe to decide team captains?” Daniel asks. His bandanas are tied around his neck now like a bow.

“No,” Ben chirps, “bunny up!” He quickly raises ‘two’ signs to the sides of his head and a clamour explodes around us in response.

“I was first!”

“Benny was first, I was second!”

“Don’t lie, Ellie, I was second!”

“You just wanna pick Aidan!”

Everyone’s responses get lost in a sea of noise and I look for Cara, who’s not saying anything. She glances at Ben, who smiles back at her.

“Ben was first,” she calls calmly, “and Ellie was second."

"No,” Daniel complains, “Ben was only first because he called the bunny-up. We should go with people who didn’t know.”

“Or we could just play,” Ben responds easily. “I know Ellie and Max have to get home for lunch.”

Why is it so hard for him to understand breakfast time when he gets lunch time just fine?

“Fine,” Daniel says, untying his bandanas from his neck and then from each other and handing Ben the blue one. He hands the yellow one to Eleanor, who walks up to stand beside Ben.

“I want Danny,” Eleanor says quickly. I bet she’s not picking Aidan because someone said she would.

“Koda,” Ben says. The cool wind bugging me dies as I leave the crowd to join him.

“Lucas.” Lasso-Boy.

“Cara.” Would Ben not have picked me if someone teased him for wanting me on his team, I wonder?

“Isabella.”

“Josh.”

We go through the whole crowd and end up with Aidan on our team. After dubbing ourselves the Blue Team, we divide our territory in half and move off to plant our flags. Eleanor and Aidan are best friends. I wonder if he feels hurt.

We got the hill in our territory, but for the sake of not getting lost or exhausted, the trees behind us are off-limits. Ben finds a bush just outside the woods and ties our flag to its roots.

“Okay,” he sighs. “Let’s go. Who wants to be where? We need hunters, distractions, jailbreakers, catchers, and guards.”

Cara picks hunter, obviously. She’s the fastest, she’ll be able to scout for the flag and get off Yellow land in record time. Ben picks jailbreaker, to rescue any hunters who get captured. I pick guard, to watch the flag and stop people that the catchers couldn’t snag. Ben and Cara bid me and then each other good luck as they head down the hill with their groups. The Yellow team breaks from their clump soon after and spread evenly over their land. Eleanor plays differently than Ben. I remember she likes to just barrage the other team. She figures we can’t catch everyone.

Especially if we’re all split up on her side.

The other guards and I stand away from our bush, but in a careful circle around it. We can’t be too close or the Yellow Team will know where the flag is. But we can’t be too far from each other, we need to communicate.

For a while, no one moves. The first person to start the game usually runs alone and unprompted.

There. Aliyah creeps toward our land. Everyone’s eyes are on Eleanor and her mass in the middle. Aliyah crosses our border and takes off at a dead sprint towards the side of our territory that brushes the creek. One of our catchers situated on the slope of the hill dives to head her off. They nearly collide, but she swerves to the right. Straight into the jaws of another catcher. She didn’t come close to us. Our hiding spot is safe.

A boy trots onto the less inhabited part of our land, gaze locked on Aliyah though he’s far from her. I start to creep towards him. None of my team can see him moving, it seems. Out of the corner of my eye I catch Cara beelining for a bush thicket by the path between us and the water. One of the Yellows tears onto our side by our catchers. The boy headed for Aliyah picks up speed, electrifying me with adrenaline. I can’t let him save her while my team are all distracted. I trip when I try to move faster, but I manage it anyway. The ground dips and it hurts my leg. He’s almost at her, she’s reaching her hand out for his. I can’t lose this race.

With a last hard kick I manage to throw myself between them, swiping his hand away from Aliyah’s. It’s not great; he’s close enough to her that they can both be rescued in one fell swoop. But he lets out a groan and stumbles to a stop, and I know I’ve done some good for now. Panting, I whip back to face the field. It’s become a cyclone of activity, teams blurred across the lines as hands reach for rescuers and hunters dig for prizes. In the midst of the chaos I can see Ben, reaching for Aidan’s hand with Lucas hard on his tail. Oh no. He isn’t fast enough.

Ben swerves, skidding like a baseball player before he regains his footing and circles back around. Lucas stops running for a half second to switch directions, running straight into Ben’s path to cut him off. Aidan stretches his fingers desperately for Ben’s aid.

“Dakota!”

I turn to face the voice. One of the other guards is staring at me, wide-eyed, before she gestures at an invader pelting upslope, closer to me than to her. I can’t stay to see if Ben makes it. I have my own work to do. This time I manage to run in a straight line, picking up exhilarating speed as I race the invader up the hill and manage to just brush his shoulder before he breaches the border of our hiding place.

He’s dangerously close to our flag, I notice when I stop. Someone coming to rescue him could scoop up the flag in one move if they knew where it was. I wander up the rest of the hill, trying to catch my breath on the way.

“Have they found our flag?” I ask my fellow guard. She shrugs.

“I was chasing Danny down there,” she says, pointing down to where Daniel is standing with his arms crossed. “I don’t know if anyone’s seen it yet.”

That’s good enough news, I suppose. Our teams have gotten muddled across field lines, our specific roles lost to the chaos of the game. There are catchers and jailbreakers imprisoned on their side, and many of their players sneak toward us one by one now that the majority of them are trapped with us.

Cara is still free. So is Aidan.

But Ben is trapped deep in Yellow land, casting his gaze around for anyone still free to break him out. If we ever want to regroup, use who we’ve got left to make a plan, we need our team leader. I need to get Ben back.

If I fail, we lose a guard, and Ben watches me take a stupid risk to no avail. Cold ruffles my hair and fills my lungs as I imagine being tailed by all our classmates who know how important it is that I don’t reach Ben. But it’s got to be me. Everyone else is preoccupied with preventing rescue and diverting the other team’s search. I can do this.

Creeping across the meadow so no one notices me, I lock eyes with Ben to let him know I’m on my way. Through my tunnel vision there’s a clear path to him. No one is paying nearly enough attention to catch me before I’m halfway. Ben holds out a hand to me and points to where Cara is standing at the border. Does he want her to save him instead?

But she bolts in a different direction, toward a patch of cedar. Ben gestures me forward wildly, and I understand. She’s hunting the flag, she’s a diversion. Without even thinking I start forward, and once I start, I know I can’t stop.

I was right. Once I make it halfway, Ben jumps to his feet, and Eleanor yelps and leaves the pack that’s tailing Cara. She’ll reach me if she keeps going on a diagonal. Ben reaches for me, calling my name. I try to run faster but I can’t. Eleanor is stuck in my peripheral vision.

Ben yells, “Come on!” and I reach out and just barely graze his fingertips before diving off-course to get out of Eleanor’s way.

Ben pulls up to my side, between Eleanor and I. He’s invulnerable until we get back to our side.

“Don’t cheat!” Eleanor pants. “Move, Ben!”

Ben grins over at me and doesn’t break his pace. Eleanor falls behind and tries to run up on my other side, but it’s too late. Ben grabs my sleeve and pulls me away from her reach, then slows down and shoves me so that I stumble and fall across the border. I guess one method of winning is as good as any.

Ben trots over the line and Eleanor pulls up short. My throat burns as I try to sit up. My head’s spinning from the impact. But that all takes a backseat to Ben’s joyful whoop.

“That was a good chase!” Ben chirps. “I can’t believe you made it.”

Panting, I reach for the hands he extends to me and let him pull me to my feet. I did it. I made it and now Ben can help us regroup. Maybe he’ll even let me run jailbreaks with him, maybe he’ll think I’m so much better at jailbreaking than I believed myself to be at the start.

“You okay? Your hands are shaking.”

Are they? I yank them out of his and try to warm the air so I don’t seem so nervous. “I’m fine. I’m just surprised I made it, too.”

He slaps my shoulder. It kind of hurts. “We’re not done yet. Come on, Koda, I need your help.”

Yes! I’ve made myself worth the place on his team that he gave me. Elated, I follow him back up the field to where Cara is waiting. Her mission failed but she wasn’t caught. She grins when she sees us approach.

“You got him!” she chirps. I stand up a little straighter despite the sudden pain in my chest. Oh, no, I can’t be tired now, I have a game to win!

An ice chip lands on my nose. No, not now! I will the snow to go away before it betrays my anxiety. The dizziness from my fall returns, making the edges of my vision bleed.

“Yeah, he just barely escaped Ellie, but we shook her off. I have a new plan, we need everyone who’s still here. Go get our team, would you? I’m gonna try to go save Josh, he’s right there. Meet by the flag.”

I can do this. We’re gonna win with Ben’s new plan. I scout the field for members of our team, most of whom are guarding prisoners, and bring them back to Ben. Plenty of us are missing. Ben manages to bring Joshua back with him. Breathing heavy, he takes up a regal position at the front of our new crowd.

“Okay, listen. Most of them are trapped on our side. They’re gonna think they can rescue their team while we’re huddled. So keep your eyes out, and when they come looking for their prisoners, we nab them. Then we can just walk on over and get their flag.”

He glances at me and I give an encouraging nod. That’s a great plan, and I’ll follow it to a T to win this for him. I gaze across the field, waiting for someone to cross in our supposed distraction. My trepidation is betrayed by the chilly, wet air that ruffles my clothes. I wish that if my powers were going to be constant that they’d at least be easy on me. I’m tired and the wind makes my head hurt. But I’m determined.

Cara takes off after someone breaking the border by the water, then Joshua races for Eleanor, who’s trying to rescue the boy I caught earlier. I glance at Ben.

“Come to the border with me,” he mutters furtively. “We’re gonna get that flag. I saw it while I was trapped.”

“Why didn’t you tell me while we were on the Yellow side?” I ask incredulously. We could have won right then! Why waste time?

“Ellie was coming from that way. You never would have made it.” He gives me a wide eyed look. I know immediately where the flag is.

“The cedar trees.”

“Yes!” he hisses, fire igniting in his voice. “No one will even notice us while our whole team is doing captures.”

“We’re gonna do it now?” It’s supposed to be twenty-seven degrees outside and it isn’t, it’s cold.

“Yep, and we’re gonna win it right this second.” He nudges me with his shoulder until I’m facing the cedar copse. “Remember, the flag is yellow. You run in and grab it, I’ll cover you.”

“Me?”

“Yes!” He shoves me. “Go!”

In a gust of wind I cross the border and keep my eye on the approaching trees, the sounds of the chase quickly fading into background noise. All I can think about is getting that flag. I weave into the trees, branches scratching my face, and pull to a stop where the path opens. In the centre of the copse is a bare bit of land dusted in dead needles and dappled in today’s pale spring sunlight. And right in front of my face, there it is. Their yellow flag tied to a branch. I want to call to Ben but I’ll just bring it for him, show him his victory.

Look what we found! I think as I untie it.

“You did it!” I whisper as I emerge. He grins.

“Ellie saw us,” he whispers conspiratorially. “Let’s get back.”

A noise, nothing short of a battle cry, rises from our land before us. Ben grabs my sleeve. I hope he doesn’t throw me over the border again. Someone starts running from every which direction. What do we do?

“Ben.”

“Pretend to give me the flag,” he whispers, letting go and holding out his hand. I stuff the fabric into it and he shoves it all back into my fist. “Now run, and don’t stop running.”

One last stretch. Ben races off into the open, away from me. If I look scared, they’ll know I have the flag. If I look too normal, it’ll look suspicious that I’m not worried for Ben. Everything looks wrong. Eleanor freezes between us. Ben put me on his team for a reason. I start running, the widest circle around Eleanor that I can manage. Cara is waiting behind the border, looking back and forth between Ben and I. No one knows who’s got the flag! If I’m fast enough I can win this.

The middle of my chest is burning but I’m right on top of the border now. Eleanor decides to come after me. The cold burn spreads. My muscles ache. I want to win this game so bad.

Cara darts forward, nearly crashing into me, and grabs my sleeve. Her diversion makes Eleanor stumble and together we pass the border line. Cara uses the hand she holds me with to raise the flag above my head. I did it! I made two of the key plays in the game and we won! I look around for Ben, but the movement dizzies me and I double over to catch my breath. Cara plucks the flag from my hand and the congratulatory shouts of our team follow her away.

“You did it, man!” A hand slaps my back and I know it’s Ben. A wheeze escapes me before any words.

“Mm-hm,” I breathe, trying to stand upright. Ben pulls me upwards and squishes my face between his hands.

“See?” he asks. “That’s why I always pick you first.”

He lets me go, turning to call the team over. I teeter dizzily, trying to smile back at their boasting and congratulations. I did it. Powers or no powers, I stayed focused and I did it.

It’s twenty-seven degrees outside. The air is still and the sun’s just under its height. Over our heads the clouds are dissipating, leaving behind a pale blue sky.

#long post #my writing #my ocs #the stormcaster #you've heard of baby yoda now get ready for baby koda

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vianna-orchidia · 5 years ago

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Rockin’ Star - Chapter 12

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Location: Rock Fes Stage

Makoto: Anzu-chan, hello~ ♪

Our turn is on the second half, so it seems the others are looking at the stalls or watching other groups' performance for now.

But still, as expected from a rock music festival.

The people here are so stylish. There was even this woman around my height who's totally cool and made me swoon~ ♪

We're gonna... perform among them, huh. Ahaha, well. I'm nervous, but Oogami-kun trained me especially for this day.

I won't lose~!

...

(Um, Anzu-chan. People have been stealing glances at me for a while now, do I look weird in this?)

(The others are wearing the same costume, but I'm the only one who clearly looks out of place... Nothing like that, right?)

They're looking because I'm pretty...? Eeh, even Anzu-chan was too, because I look different than usual?

Ehehe, that makes me happy~ I'm a popular man ♪

Maybe it was correct to gather my courage and change into contact lenses.

Ah, yeah. Because Oogami-kun told me to do something about my lame glasses, I hurriedly bought them.

It's a one-time use type, so I can't use it again later, though...

Unlike glasses, contacts are nice because my field of vision isn't limited.

But still, glasses have become my identity, so~ I feel naked without them...

And the glasses inside by bag must be missing me now, so I have to return to them once the stage is over... ♪

Subaru: Ah, Ukki and Anzu! I almost thought you're a different person because you're not wearing glasses. Can you see without them?

I'll lend a hand, here~ ☆

Makoto: A-Akehoshi-kun, don't drag me in circle by my hands~ I'm getting dizzy.

You see, I tried wearing contacts for today~ I'd look weird if I was the only one wearing glasses even though we were requested to look wild, right?

Besides, I thought maybe I could add some rock feeling if I look the part.

Oogami-kun made a sour face about my glasses too.

Subaru: Hmm. I knew it, Ukki surprisingly has a pretty face, huh.

While we're at it, let's brush your hair to the back too, and give it a more rock look! Leave it to me~ ☆

Makoto: N-no need. If we go that far, I'm going to look like some weird punk wannabe?!

Anyway, Akehoshi-kun, what will you do until our turn come up? Having snacks from the stalls? Looks like they have live goods on sale too, let's check them out ♪

Subaru: You're right, there's a jingling accessory too. Ahaha, shiny shiny~ ☆

Kaoru: Hey, hey, you can't touch the items on sale, you know~? You can't complain if we think you're buying, okay?

Subaru: Huh, Hakaze-senpai? Why are you at the merch booth? And isn't that Occhan next to you?

Adonis: Hakaze-senpai asked me to help with merchandise selling.

He said that in exchange for not asking any rewards, we can collect money from selling goods to cover the costume expenses and such.

Subaru: Uwah, that's amazing! Even though Hakaze-senpai doesn't look like someone who worries about that...?

Kaoru: Uu~m, I'm not gonna refute that.

Because the fact that I'm here at the Rock Fes, even helping with the selling, isn't because I volunteered to.

I made a promise with Anzu-chan.

Subaru: Humm, so she promised to go sight-seeing the stalls with you if you helped with the goods? That sounds good, I wanna tag along!

Food from stalls like this is tasty, right~ And they go straight down ☆

Kaoru: Stop stop, I'm going alone with Anzu-chan. Guys are not allowed here, shoo shoo!

Subaru: Uuu, he chased me away like a dog... But, I'm sure the more the merrier!

Don't they say two is better than one, and three is better than two?

Kaoru: What's with that theory... Well, I agree that going out with many girls is fun and all.

But going out with guys is totally not my hobby~ ...hey, Adonis-kun, make sure you answer the customers properly.

They won't understand if all you say is "um".

Adonis: A-apologies. I'm bad with conversations. I'm trying to at least make a smile, but my face muscle starts feeling weird after keeping the same expression for a while.

I'm worried if my smile looks forced now.

Subaru: Occhan, wanna switch place with me? That being said, these goods looks hand-made... Don't tell me Anzu made them?

As I thought, because they look familiar~ If Anzu made these goods for us, then I gotta help out too!

Hakaze-senpai and Occhan can take a breather. Leave the goods to me and Ukki. Anzu too, go and have fun~ ☆

Adonis: ...won't I be a bother? Even if I erase my presence, with this build I'll stand out. If I'm getting in the way, should I take my leave a while after you two go?

Kaoru: Aren't you worrying too much, Adonis-kun? Now I'm the one feeling bad.

Besides, Adonis-kun won't be able to drive away the girls if he gets surrounded. It won't do if something bad happens before our live~

It can't be helped. I'm giving Adonis-kun special permission to come along.

Adonis: I'm sorry, Hakaze-senpai.

Kaoru: Nah, it's okay. You're such an over-thinker, huh?

Well, whatever. Anzu-chan, which stall do you wanna try first? I'll buy you anything you want~ ♪

Adonis: I want the grilled skewered meat.

Kaoru: I'm not asking you, Adonis-kun... But, okay, let's check that one first, Anzu-chan.

Makoto: Looking at them makes me think that senpai-kohai relationship might be nice too.

Trickstar members are all from the same grade so the atmosphere is light, but if we had older members, I wonder how it'd feel.

Subaru: Hmm~... I don't think it would change anything. We are still what we are.

I'm sure it would be someone who shares our vision, so it's hard to think that the roots would be different.

Makoto: I see... Yeah, you're right! Ah, here comes a customer. Welcome~ ♪

Subaru: Look, all items are cool, right? My recommendation is this jingling accessory~ ♪

And there are many others. Take as much time as you need to choose ☆

#ensemble stars #rockin' star #event story #yuuki makoto #akehoshi subaru #hakaze kaoru #otogari adonis #translation

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pinktatertots99 · 6 years ago

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-flops- I'm booooooooooooooooored and wanna get back to my writing roots so take this nice fic I wrote that's an au sinny @sugarpinkbloodtea has and I love it sm I had to write something for it. it was an idea i got last night and had for a while.

au: mad scientist qi/assistant liang with brought back to life jiang shi upa in it a little bit later.

synops: you really gotta love the brains sometimes in this oddball of a scientist, or least, his assistant would if his big brain got his hints.

rating: T for suggestive shit.

watching the micro-organisms through his microscope, the scientist was writing his searches not even really looking at the notepad he wrote down. the scratchings of the pencil on paper and his concentration muffling the already silent footsteps coming towards him.

"late studying again?" he jumped, magenta eyes moving from the blue and oddly colored organisms to the candle-lit peach colored eyes staring at him. he chuckled. "ah, eheh well, you can't really stop science."

"you can least schedule it for later."

"...why do you have a candle? I have a lamp on you know?" he asked motioning to the already on lamp and gaining an eye roll. "the hallways and most of this old shang period architect weren't built with built in lights or an electrical battery that only goes to this lab so forgive me for going old fashioned."

"your forgiven." qi dismissed already back to his research, fuming the young assistant into smacking him upside the head. instead he gently put the candle down as he looked through the curtained window to the brightly lit moon that could almost easily light up the whole room.

"do you know what time of the night it already is?"

"eh? ahhh what're you worrying bout?" looking up to see him staring outside he smirked. "worried a werewolf will turn up?"

liang glared. "those don't exist."

"yeah well neither did jiang shi for a long while but look at the kid sleeping in the next room down." he joked gaining another eyeroll at the sarcasm. "why did I even come down here?" liang mumbled to himself as the other was distracted with work again, moving away from the window and back at the other. his body leaned down to show the almost spandex looking pants, the small white vest loosely almost draped over him as he wore it, making him shudder lightly before he could continue. "anyways, it's getting late. just wrap it up for the time being."

"you never were this pushy to get me to get off work before." the scientist stated matter of factly. "what? you worried bout me?~" he then felt a gentle hold around his neck, lean and firm body leaning onto his side with the assistant's head close to his ear.

"maybe. or maybe I was hoping to be...your project for the night."

he could feel his ear burning as if the other blew a small fire at them, which definitely sounded like the case with his preposition. moving away from his wok he could feel the other moving with him, looking up at him with that flustered but determined look in his face. he smirked and put an arm around the raven's night uniform covered waist.

"well gee, who knew I was neglecting some vital information, good to know I have you to inform me of some needed work to be done~."

moving the lid off his coffin upa stared up at the roof of the room he was in. sitting up and taking in the friendly plants set up in his room, some half dead from his unintentional sleep feeding. the moon illuminating his room he stared to the door of the room.

'...can't sleep.' he thought to himself, getting out of his coffin and sliding the door open. walking down the halls with a small skip as he did. looking around the mostly dark and large building with the moon being one of the few things to help him not to trip on anything.

looking through the kitchen, the oddly abandoned lab that usually had an almost insomniac scientist in it, he continued his bored travel throughout the residence, pausing at the sound of creeking upstairs.

moving up them he looked at the hallway of extra rooms, the creeking coming from one at the end of the hall. 'what is that?' he thought to himself as he made his way to the hallway's end, the door to the room being open just a crack to hear the creeking sound from it. moving a hand to the slide-

"h..."

"speechless?~"

"sh...shut up. didn't..."

"expect it?~ maybe me...being enclosed to my studies, really sh-hah-shows how m-much, you've been needing this, huh?~"

he could feel the motion of the bed moving with annoyed but pleasured grunts coming from inside but the younger didn't bother to figure out who as he quickly made his way away from the room and back to his own.

walking into the sun illuminated kitchen upa kept his head down as qi and liang were in the middle of cooking and some sarcastic arguing.

"it wasn't that bad and you-"

"shh quiet you atleast have the decency to not sound so brash over it-"

"still weren't complaining-"

both paused at the sound of upa pulling the chair to the table out and sitting in it.

"eyyy kiddo. so uh, how was your night?" liang jabbed qi's arm as the other yelped. "er sleep that's what I meant. eheh." he glared at liang as he massaged his arm.

the blueheaded jiang shi looked to the table top. "...I'm never, going on nightly walks, again." he mumbled out stilted, gaining confused looks from the two who shrugged it off as they continued with the morning.

#nanbaka #nanbaka the numbers #idiots with numbers #au #fanfiction #writing #nanbaka qi #nanbaka upa #nanbaka liang #liang #qi x liang #liang x qi #0271 #7102 #the pink one speaks #i made this

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