#i could get my own scanner ngl

[vancilart]

snuck my sketchbook to work to use the scanner

[moa-broke-me]

this is incredibly true, but let me add my own ideas real quick

Piper: Has no idea how much things cost. she is the epitome of that 'it's just a banana, Michael, what could it cost? ten dollars?' meme. she'll spill her coke on a genuine Valentino white bag and just get mildly upset because 'aw that's my favorite one :c' and not. like. MORTIFIED at how much it costs and how oh crap, it's ruined now. because it's fine, she can just buy another one. it's like she just can't see the price tag on anything, like she just mentally blocks it out

Percy: This guy, on the other hand, is constantly on the lookout for ways to save money. he'll call Annabeth up and ask her on a brunch date and she doesn't even need to ask if this is because he found a two for one coupon for Denny's in his mailbox yesterday, she already knows. he knows all the secret codes for free food at every restaurant, he has to fight the urge to shoplift whenever he's buying snacks at a gas station because hey, there's no cameras, there's no scanners at the door, why pass up free candy?

Annabeth: Messy. not like, 'a little dirty laundry on the floor' kind of messy, I mean 'can barely see the floor' kind of messy. she judges Percy for dirty socks and candy wrappers under the bed, meanwhile she hasn't emptied the garbage can beside her desk in two months. anytime anyone asks her about it she just shrugs and says 'executive dysfunction is a bitch' and like... yeah actually, that's fair. but still, get it together girl (lowkey projecting on this one ngl)

Hazel: always overdressed. for everything. it's not, like, out of a desire to make her friends self conscious or anything (although that does happen), it's just those pre-second wave values of 'women are always supposed to be pretty so you have to dress up every time you go out in public'. she NEEDS to be the hottest person at the grocery store. she'll put on a full face of makeup and a pearl necklace and Frank will ask her where she's going and she shrugs like 'oh just the laundromat' it's the most frustrating thing. and the worst part? half the time, the outfits she picks aren't even seasonally appropriate. she's so used to Louisiana climate that she'll just. forget that winter exists. (I'm also projecting on this one a little)

Frank: This guy makes being Canadian a personality trait. he gets so mad at Percy for making New York his thing, meanwhile he responds to every insult with 'at least I have free healthcare'. it's a little bit less annoying than Percy's because aside from Frank, none of them have been in Canada for an extended period of time, so it doesn't come off as condescending. but that also means that he can just. make up whatever bullshit he wants about Canadian culture, and they have no choice but to believe him. at this point, everyone is convinced that these two have some kind of beef with each other and are using their respective hometowns as PVP, like a 'my dad could beat up your dad' kind of thing

Leo Valdez: He's the kind of guy to respond to everything with 'that's what she said'. he will moan into the speaker while you're on the phone with your mom. he will take powdered sugar and pretend to snort it like it's cocaine, just so it'll show up in the background of your snap story. and yet, if you're watching a movie with him, and a sex scene comes on, suddenly he's as innocent as can be. he's scandalized, he's flabbergasted, he doesn't know how to handle it. he has to leave the room and wait for you to come knock on the door and tell him it's over. and the next day, he'll go back to talking the talk, knowing full and damn well he can't walk the walk

Jason Grace: Jason Grace is a furry. everybody knows this. and anyone who rushes in to say 'oh no, Jason's not a furry' is a liar and a coward. But here's the thing; furries are cool. it's not that he's a furry that's the problem. No, the problem is that he, himself, is in denial of being a furry. he will fervently defend himself against the furry allegations, and lose. he is SO ASHAMED of being a furry that he trash-talks other furries and the whole furry subculture just so he doesn't have to admit to himself that he's a part of it! he doesn't wanna be! he wants to be a normal teenager SO BAD but the weirdness just keeps following him no matter how he tries. it's kind of sad, really

h.o.o. characters & their icks

characters: percy jackson, annabeth chase, jason grace, piper mclean, leo valdez, frank zhang, & hazel levesque

content warning: slight cursing

word count: 853

author's note: idk if some of these are necessarily icks? but 😆

percy jackson

percy thinks he’s sooooo cool for growing up in nyc 😒😒

he’d say some new york specific lingo and would be all like “oh hah sorry, i forgot you aren’t from new york.” 

it is not that serious percy. 

somehow he always finds ways to relate things back to new york. you could be talking about a weird homeless person outside a convenience store, and he’d be like “well i’ve seen worse in new york.” 

percy lost his metrocard one time, but you guys needed to take the subway somewhere so he tried to act so nonchalant about hopping over the turnstiles. 

“oh yeah, i do it all the time. i’m basically a pro.” 

then, he went to jump over it only for his foot to get caught. he face planted onto the floor. when percy got up, he tried to act like he didn’t care, but you could see the embarrassment in his eyes. 

not his best moment! 

annabeth chase

in her own way, annabeth lowkey mansplains a lot 😭😭

she doesn’t mean to, but whenever she explains certain concepts or ideas, she comes off as super condescending. 

it could be the most niche subject ever, and she’d be peeved when you don’t know anything about it. i’m sorry i don’t know shit about a random philosopher who died hundreds of years ago 😒 

(i’d let annabeth mansplain to me any day of the year) 

jason grace

if no one orders for him, jason’s go-to are chicken tenders and fries. it’s not that he’s picky, it’s just that he’s so accustomed to ordering it, that he simply forgets he can order other things.

it’s as if his eyes just ignore everything else on the menu and only look for chicken tenders and fries. like, it’s okay to eat something other than that… 😕

when he orders at restaurants, the waiter always gives him the strangest looks. because why is a 6’0 athletic-looking teenager in here ordering chicken tenders off the kids menu. 

speaking of kids menus, jason treats the little activities on them so, so seriously. not to say that the activities aren’t fun, but he’s oddly obsessed over them. he gets genuinely upset when food or drink splatters gets on it because he likes taking them home?? jason please tell us why these little word searches and connect-the-dots matters so much to you. 

piper mclean

piper always claims that animals love her. (they do not) 

whenever she encounters wildlife, she’d start calling it over just for it to run away from her. “oh no, i think you scared it off” is her excuse 90% of the times. 

i know for a fact it wasn’t me. it was definitely you and your bad excuse for a squirrel call. 

she’s also convinced she can charmspeak animals too. last time she tried, the cat ended up smacking her across the face. 

when will piper learn 💔

leo valdez 

to all the leo lovers out there…i’m sorry to say that he’d have that little mustache after he drinks anything. he’s always rocking that milk mustache!!

after a long day of working in bunker 9, you’ll see him walking around camp with a bright red stain above his lip. you won’t even have to ask him to know that he was drinking fruit punch gatorade.

leo even gets that little stache with water?? it’s not as prevalent, but it’s definitely there. if he’s under the right lighting, you can see his top lip just glistening. 

you always have to remind him to wipe his mouth after taking a sip of anything. but it’s just as worse when he wipes his mouth because he uses the back of his hand or his sleeve…

if you go through his closet, there’s a high chance that you’ll find some of his shirts with different colored stains at the bottom of the sleeves. someone get leo some napkins please! 

frank zhang

whenever frank wears flipflops, his toes always hang over the edge of them. the worst part is that he really does not see an issue with it. he thinks it’s fine because “it’s just loungewear.” 

yes it may just be loungewear, but i promise you that no one wants to see your toes hanging out like that.

even if someone buys him a bigger size, he’d still find a way to have his toes over the edge. 

at this point, everyone just thinks that frank finds it comfortable so they don’t say anything anymore.

hazel levesque

hazel’s the type to enter those random instagram giveaways… 

she’d tag you in the comments and would text you asking you if you could follow the account and tag five people too. 

please hazel, you’re not gonna win that $300 amazon giftcard or that new laptop. give it up!! 

somehow she finds so many different giveaways?? you’re always tagged at least once a week. it’s gotten to the point where she’s entered so many giveaways, that people start recognizing her username. they feel genuine pity for her because why is @horselover1217 entering a giveaway for the third time this week.

[shinsorokiri]

S/o Loses Memory and Quirk

Kaminari Denki HCs

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Language, violence, mentions broken bones, a panic attack, panic attack symptoms, sad Denki

A/N: Ngl writing angst for Denki did something to my little heart. He only deserves happiness and I’m mad at myself for giving him sadness lol. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! I’ll be writing one like this for All Might next so keep your eyes peeled for that one!

Shinsou, Aizawa, Hawks, and Dabi

Todoroki, Bakugou, and Kirishima

Kaminari Denki | Chargebolt

You are his partner in crime

You’re the one who is always there to take care of him when he goes dumb

You’re the one who is always there to comfort him when he feels like an idiot

You’re always the one who is there for him

And he’s always the one who is there for you

It’s been that way for years

Ever since you transferred to UA your second year of high school

The two of you became fast friends

Best friends even

And his flirty nature made it so it wasn’t too long before the two of you entered a real relationship

The two of you EXUDE the most chaotic good energy that even Bakugou finds it kind of endearing

But unbeknownst to his friends

Denki can get really fucking serious when it comes to you

It lowkey shocked you the first time you saw him act like that

And it was all because you were sparring with him and you tripped over your own damn foot and face planted 

You figured he’d just point and laugh at you but he ran over and checked you EVERYWHERE to make sure you weren’t hurt

mans even SCOLDED you

YOU WERE SCOLDED BY DENKI KAMINARI

But you lowkey LOVED it because like

Wow

He does like me !!!

Of course that was in your final year at UA

The two of you are now pro-heroes at separate agencies

And boy oh boy does Denki worry about you

He can’t help it

He has seen you run into a wall because you were trying to rely on scent instead of sight “in case you get stuck in a dark room with a villain”

He worries

But he also knows you are strong

And also a hot badass who can take on anyone

Well

Almost anyone

Midoriya could probably kick your ass but that’s just because it’s Midoriya

But in all seriousness

He isn’t even patrolling today

He has the day off actually

And Denki has never baked anything before in his life

But

He knows that there’s been this mysterious villain giving your agency some trouble recently

So he wants to make you some of your favorite cookies

Or at least try to

And then have a lil movie night

He’s a clingy little shit

And he wants to destress you so

He will refuse to let go of you for the rest of the night goddamnit!

So there he is

Taking the semi-burnt but still edible cookies out of the oven

His favorite program on in the background

When suddenly

His show gets interrupted

And the hero scanner the two of you have goes off in your living room

He immediately turns his attention to the television

Stopping in the middle of the kitchen 

Still holding the cookies

When he sees live footage of you falling from a 3 story building

Onto concrete

He drops the pan

And literally sprints out of the door

He doesn’t even have shoes on

But he doesn’t give a single Fuck™

He rushes down the stairs of the apartment building the two of you live in

And gets to his car in record time

Mans be speeding to the hospital he knows you’re gonna be at

You two had a plan in place with each other and your agencies that if anything would happen to either of you

You would both go to this specific hospital so you two could know where the other was at all times

Of course he was crying while speeding

And his heart rate was way too fast for him to be functioning

But he had to get to you

He had to

And he did

He pulled into a parking spot reserved for pro-heroes and ran inside the emergency room

When he asked about you the nurse told him you were currently in surgery for some severe bone breaks

He got a nasty taste in his mouth

But he just nodded

She told him he could wait in the waiting room

And he did

He sat down in a chair

And he was trying so hard to keep it together

So 

SO

Hard

But eventually Kirishima, Mina, Sero, and even Bakugou showed up

To be fair

Mina and you did work at the same agency

So she saw everything that happened

They immediately went over to him

And he looked up at Mina

And deadass this is the first time any of them see how genuinely serious Denki can get

He asks Mina what happened

And she hesitates

But his face is dead serious

There are obviously tears leaking out of his eyes

But his stare is wildly intense

And Mina knows that if she says no he’ll just keep asking or ask someone else at the agency

So she tells him

“Well… we were patrolling, like usual, when that villain that’s been keeping us on our toes showed up. They’ve never… done anything other than rob people and knock them out so we thought hey this should be easy. Especially since (Y/n) was there. When they saw us they ran into a building and we chased after them and when we had them cornered on the roof they did this weird… sneak attack? But not really? I don’t know it was… odd, they had this like patterned fight technique and they hit (Y/n) in a few different places, and she went to use her quirk to fight back but… nothing happened… and then they hit her like at the bottom of her skull and she just… fell down unconscious. And then they… threw her… off…”

She started trailing off at the end because a sob tore through Denki’s throat

And then he started hyperventilating

Luckily Bakugou and Kirishima were there to help him out

They get panic attacks frequently, so they managed to calm him down and get him to breathe again

And they stayed with him for as long as they had to

Eventually after hours 

A doctor came out and approached Denki

“Pro Hero Chargebolt?”

He stands up very fast

He’s informed that you are out of surgery

And that the surgery went well

However they noticed something odd in your MRI results

It seemed that a portion of your brain was damaged?

But not quite 

It was still functioning

But something about it was off

And they had never seen anything like it before

It was like certain parts of your brain were blocked but everything else was fine

Upon hearing this Denki’s heart broke

And then after hearing the part of your brain that was impacted was the part that contained long term memories

His heart shattered

“We’re afraid she may have severe amnesia. We’re going to keep running tests to see just what is going on, we think it’s the quirk of that villain. A lot of the victims of their crimes have blockages in their muscle groups, but we’ve never seen a blockage in the brain from them.”

Denki is quiet

He literally doesn’t say anything

Until he whispers

“Can i see her?”

The doctor nods

And he leads him to your room

You’re still asleep 

And you’re covered in bandages and casts

It breaks his heart

His friends texted him to tell him they went home but if he needs them at any minute that they will be on their way to the hospital in ten seconds flat

He appreciates it

But right now he really just wanted to be alone with you

He just sat next to you

Holding your hand

He was even moving your pointer finger to trace the Lichtenberg Figures trailing up and down his arms

You always do it when the two of you are cuddling at night 

It helps him sleep

And reminds him that you love him regardless of his faults

And right now he just

He really needs you

This goes on for an hour before he feels you start to move

And he freezes

“(Y/n?”

You open your eyes

And squint at him

“Uh… h-hi… aren’t you that guy in my new class…?”

He stares at you

Completely deadpan

Before laughing a bit

But it isn’t a happy laugh

It’s very much a sad laugh

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

“Cool, but um… how did you know my name already?… Are you crying?”

Yes

He was

He was laughing and crying at the same time

He probably looked like he was losing his mind

But he really did just lose his whole world so

It’s a prompted reaction

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

His voice was more strained this time

“Are you… are you okay?”

“Yeah, but you’re not. And I didn’t save you, and now you don’t know who I am, and I’m just… I’m so sorry, babe. I’m so sorry.”

The laughing stopped

Now he’s just sobbing

In your mind

You’d seen him a few times while touring the school

And he was always laughing and smiling

Always

So this was shocking

And you’d be lying if you said it didn’t tug on your heart strings

You instinctively reach out to grab his hand

And he grips onto it so tight

Almost like he’s afraid of letting go

“…You called me babe?”

He tries to even his breathing

But he nods

“I don’t… I don’t even know you, I-”

“You do. You do, but… you don’t. It’s… it’s complicated and I’m a literal dumbass so… I’ll call a doctor. They’ll explain.”

And that he does

And the doctor does in fact explain

And after the doctor leaves

You ask him to tell you about your relationship

And he does

He tells you even the smallest details

From the time that you painted the nail on his right hand middle finger pink because he lost a bet and he ended up liking it and buying nail polish for himself

To the time that you two told everyone you break danced all night to break in your new apartment when in reality he turned on Lover by Taylor Swift and the two of you slow danced in your living room

All of it

And he even managed to slip in the fact that you’d remember all of this after he caught the villain who did this to you

And he will catch them.

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Part 16 of 16

Welp, this is it I guess. I’ve never finished a story of this size before, so ngl, I’m proud of myself. This story was originally gonna be a short possibly two parter imagine, I never intended for this to be 16 chapters long lmao. AND, I didn’t do much pre planning either. I kinda just made things up as I wrote, which is why this story is such a shit show. But a big thank you to the supporters of this shit show, it means a whole fucking lot. Now, back to your regularly scheduled programming...

TW: Page 250

I keep forgetting to tag, fucking hell: @multifandom-fangirl4​  @dxllysoutsider​ @gladerscake���

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Shakily changing into a stolen guard’s uniform, you found yourself more nervous than you probably should’ve been. 

You just dreaded going back, now with the threat of everyone you care about dying. 

Before, when it was just you risking your life, it was easier. You didn’t really care if you died if you could save someone else, and you knew that mentality was not the healthiest. But compared to Gally, Thomas, or even Brenda, you didn’t feel like you mattered as much. 

What could you possibly have to offer that would be greater than anyone else’s contribution?

“You ready?” Gally smiled at you.

Ah, but being able to be with Gally overpowered those feelings.

“Yup. How do I look?” You teased, jokingly twirling around to show off the heavy uniform.

“Pretty damn good, I gotta say.”

You brushed off the butterflies in your stomach with a scoff. “Well, a good uniform can make anyone look good, I think.”

“I mean, sure. But damn, you really pull it off.”

Your lighthearted conversation was cut short by a sharp cough, looking over to see Newt with an annoyed look on his face. “You guys are bloody disgusting, excuse me while I go vomit.”

“Oh, come on, man. Look at her and tell me she doesn’t look nice.” Gally pointed to you.

“Jesus, keep it in your pants, mate.”

You stifled a laugh as Gally turned a light shade of red, ignoring the suggestive comment with an eye roll. “I’m just sayin’.”

Newt walked away from the amusing exchange, still stifling a few coughs. You couldn’t help but worry. “Does he seem a bit off to you?” You asked. Gally looked to Newt then back to you, the sad look on his face giving you a guarantee that something was wrong.

You would’ve prodded further if it weren’t for Thomas giving the signal that it was time to start infiltrating the W.C.K.D. building.

The way it was planned, Thomas and Teresa would walk in the front together, meeting up with Newt, soon you and Gally would find them, making sure to keep a natural distance away. Brenda’s job seemed the easiest, to you at least, all she had to do was steal a bus. You prayed that Frypan didn’t fall to his death, and that Jorge would get back in time with the Berg.

“You’re worrying.”

You rolled your eyes at Gally’s tone. “Yeah, of course I’m worrying. When do I not worry?”

“Not as much as you’d think.”

Your felt your heavy breaths waft back into your face from the helmet you were wearing not allowing much to circulate. Seriously, how could people do this all day for a job? You ignored the queasy feeling in your gut as you found Teresa with the other two “guards.”

Entering into a stairwell, Gally suddenly stopped the group. “Hold on, hold on.” He said, looking over some sort of electric box. “I can get in here.”

“Kay, throw me the walkie.” Thomas ordered, motioning for you to follow with him to clear the area.

You heard Newt cough heavily as you descended down the stairs with your gun, right behind Thomas. “How long has Newt been like this?” You whispered.

“Now’s not the time, Y/N.” Thomas said, scanning next floor to see that it was clear.

“Thomas.” You pleaded.

Thomas huffed, an annoyed yet mournful face overtaking his features. You knew his answer wouldn’t be good, and you found yourself dreading what he would say. “He’s got the Flare...he’s been like this for awhile now. I just found out myself.” He frowned.

You cast your gaze downwards, tears already welling up in your eyes as you realized what this meant. Thomas didn’t give you a chance to respond as he quickly ascended the stairs back to the others, holding up the radio. “Frypan, we’re in. How you doing?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m getting there.” Fry voiced. “Tell Minho hi for me.”

“Hang in there, buddy.”

Gally soon got into the box, quickly looking through the various labels until finding the right one. “This’ll work.” He assured.

“Okay, Brenda, what’s your status?” Thomas spoke through the radio.

“Working on it.” She answered.

“Copy. Just make sure you’re ready on your end.”

“Don’t worry, you know I’m gonna be there.”

Gally quickly set up the hacking signal up to the correct wires, shutting the box door with a grin. “Alright, let’s go.” Everyone quickly bounded down the stairs, stopping at the door at the bottom. “Lawrence, we’re in position.” Gally radioed, only to be greeted with silence. “Lawrence?” 

“If he doesn’t turn those bloody cameras off, then we’re gonna be in big trouble.” Newt expressed everyone’s thoughts.

Gally looked nervous, but peeking though the little window in the door, he huffed. “He’ll do his part.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, sighing heavily before readjusting the mask part of the helmet over your face. “Let’s get this over with.”

Teresa reluctantly placed her thumb over the ID scanner, and Gally quickly encouraged everyone through the door to cautiously speed through the halls to get to where Minho was being held. 

It didn’t take long to find the holding bay with Teresa leading the group, but you didn’t know if getting in would be easy with a bunch of guards inside.

“Teresa, stay back.” You ordered, gently pushing her behind you. The last thing you guys needed was for her getting in the crossfire.

“Ready?” Gally looked to everyone, they all nodded, clutching their weapons tightly.

As soon as the door opened, shots rang out from your side, making work of all the guards in no time. The element of surprise probably helped. “Huh, that was surprisingly easy.” You chuckled breathlessly, almost proud of yourself for getting some decent shots in, the recoil packed a punch though.

“Yeah? Don’t let it go to your head.” Newt sassed.  

Seeing all the kids exit their holding cells with looks of hopefulness, almost made you tear up. What could’ve these poor innocent souls had to endure by the hands of W.C.K.D. You risked a glace at your cousin, and you couldn’t tell how she felt. Did she feel joy that these kids were finally getting rescued? Or all that she saw in those kids was possible cure, dehumanizing them for the sake of her morality? 

You didn’t want to think about it anymore.

“The vault. How do I get in?” Gally’s voice caught your attention. The person he was holding a gun to simply said that he couldn’t. “Guys, this might take some time.” He voiced after looking over the heavy vault door.

You looked around and furrowed your brows when you saw one key person missing. “Where’s Minho? He’s supposed to be here.”

Thomas scowled, storming up to Teresa. “Where is he?”

Teresa quickly went to the computers, looking up his file. “Someone’s moved him up to the medical wing. Thomas, that’s on the other side of the building.”

Thomas sighed. “Okay, take me to him, right now.”

“Alright, I’m coming with you.” You and Newt both stepped up.

“No. No, you guys have to wait with Gally for the serum.”

“You can’t do this on your own.” Newt argued. “And Minho comes first, remember?”

“Just go, we’re wasting time!” Gally called out. “I’ll get the serum, we’ll meet you out back.”

Thomas nodded to Newt, but turned to you with a remorseful look on his face. “No, no, you’re not making me stay.” You expressed. “I’m part of this as much as he is.”

“Y/N, you’ve done so much for us already. I can’t ask you to do this.”

“I’m offering.”

“No, please. Stay here. We’ll be okay.”

You scowled, exhaling sharply. “Fine. Keep an eye on Newt.” You whispered, Thomas nodding then running out with Newt and Teresa. “Please, be careful.”

“They’ll be fine, just watch my six and the kids.” Gally said, starting to saw into the door.

You stood guard at the door, impatiently tapping your foot as you worried about your friends, especially Newt. You wished he had stayed with you and Gally so you could give him the serum as soon as the vault opened. You knew it wouldn’t cure him, but it would give him time, and that’s what he needed right now.

You heard Gally’s saw stop, smiling ear to ear when the vault door finally opened. You went inside to help Gally load up all the vials, the whole room glowing blue from the color of the serum. “Come on, we need to hurry.”

The room was almost empty of its contents, but staring at one of the only vials left, you debated. Emotion overtook logic as you grabbed a singular vial of the serum, gathering courage and turning around, only to be stopped by Gally. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I have to find Newt.”

Gally looked at the serum clutched tight in your hand, putting the pieces together quickly. “No, no way.”

“Who know how much time he had left? This can help him.”

“It’s too dangerous.” He said slowly.

“I can’t do nothing while I know I can help him.”

“You’re not doing nothing. You’re gonna help these kids get to Brenda. I’m not letting you.”

“I wasn’t asking.” You said bluntly, a determined look in your eyes that made Gally speechless. He had seen that look before, and he finally realized he wouldn’t be able to convince you to stay with him.

Gally quickly pulled you into a hug with his free arm, placing a rough kiss to the top of your head. “You better come back to me.”

You smiled softly. “I will.” 

And with that, you took off without a glance behind you, determined to save your friend from a terrible fate. Of course, if you had glanced behind you to see Gally’s face, you probably wouldn’t been complied to stay. But you had to help Newt, he couldn’t become one of those things. You couldn’t save Gally all those months ago, couldn’t save Jeff...or Chuck. You didn’t want history to repeat itself.

You followed the signs that led you toward where the medical bay would be, making sure to avoid being sighted at all costs. You felt silly hiding in small confined places that made your legs cramp up and wish you had more flexibility or stamina at least. It definitely didn’t help that alarms were blaring all around you, making you believe you actually did get caught. But hearing a few guards talk loudly about how intruders were heading to the medical bay, you realized it was just Thomas who must’ve fucked up, or worse Teresa.

This was going to get a lot harder...

All the guards seemed to rally to the medical bay to capture Thomas and Newt, it wasn’t too difficult to blend in with everyone else distracted from the chaos of it all.

You heard gunshots and glass smashing down the halls of the medical wing. Those boys sure were making it obvious, weren’t they?

You clutched you gun to your chest, not feeling very confident about taking on the guards by yourself, but when you saw your friends with a newly escaped Minho struggling to avoid the guards, you knew you had to do something.

You saying a silent prayer, even though you didn’t know if there was any being out there that heard it, gave you some sort of comfort enough to charge the guards that were gaining on your friends. Shooting at will, not even sure you were hitting any guards, you heard a few men fall to the floor with pained groans.

You didn’t have time to be proud of yourself before you felt a sharp pain in the back of your head, immediately falling to the floor yourself with a yelp.

You looked up to see the annoyed face of Jensen, him leaning down and roughly grabbing onto you and hoisting you up to stand. “You’re a real pain the arse, aren’t you, youngblood?”

Teresa jumped when she heard the doors slam opened, gasping when she saw you on the floor with a bloodied face in front of Jensen. “What the hell, Jensen?”

“Look who I found at the med wing, taking out guards left and right.” Jensen sneered.

“I said alive, Jensen!” Teresa fumed, looking at your almost unconscious form.

“I know what you said, Teresa. She’s breathing, isn’t she?”

Teresa scowled at the man before leaning down to delicately lift you to your feet, ungracefully dragging you to a gurney from the lack of help with your dead weight. “Get out. Thomas is still out there.”

“Your wish is my command, my lady.” Jensen bowed sarcastically, turning on his heel to walk out of the room.

Teresa turned her attention back to you. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” She whispered, quickly fixing up a wet cloth to wipe away at the blood leaking from your nose and mouth.

You groaned at the pained pressure of the cloth, weakly pushing Teresa’s hand away from your face. “Hurts...” You mumbled.

“I thought you were supposed to stay with Gally.” Teresa fussed, ignoring your discomfort to clean your face. “You shouldn’t have come here.”

“I needed to help Newt...” You frowned, holding up the serum that was once safely in your pocket.

Teresa sighed sadly. “It wouldn’t have saved him.”

“But it would’ve given him time.”

Teresa stayed silent for a moment, deciding what to do with you. You furrowed your brows when you felt her strap you to the gurney tightly. “What’re you...?”

“I can’t have you wondering off, plus, you might have a concussion.” Teresa said, inserting a needle into your arm, pulling blood from your veins.

“You need my blood to keep me from wondering off?” You glared. Teresa avoiding your eyes as she readied another needle. “You’re still looking for a cure...even though there is none.”

“I’m just going to run some tests.” She answered simply.

You bit your lip when you felt tears well up in your eyes, gently banging your head down onto the gurney in frustration. How the hell were you gonna escape now?

Gally could’ve sworn his heart almost stopped when he saw his friends jump out of that window. Did these guys have a death wish? But what scared him even more if that there were only three, not four. Please, tell me she made it... “Where’s Y/N?” Gally tried not to shout.

Thomas eyes widened. “What do you mean? We left her with you!”

“She went to find you guys, to give that shank the serum.” Gally pointed to Newt.

Thomas clenched his fists, feeling anger well up in his gut. “Teresa wouldn’t let her get hurt. If anything, she needs her. We’ll get her back, Gally.”

“I know, cause I’m not leaving without her.”

It felt like hours before you talked to Teresa again, her being so fixated on her tests tubes and microscopes. “Any luck in finding your make believe cure?” You teased mockingly. Teresa stayed silent, watching through her scientific equipment for any sign that her cousin blood did anything to get rid of the Flare virus. Teresa slammed her hands on the table when the blood wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary. “Guess I’m not the one, huh?”

Teresa glared at you, not appreciating your irritating commentary. She chose to move on to Thomas’ blood that she took back in the church, and her eyes widened when she saw his blood destroying the Flare virus.

Just when she finished making the first serum that she knew would work, the whole building shook as a boom echoed around the whole city.

You strained your neck to look behind you, seeing an almost mushroom cloud of fire at the wall that protected the city. “What the hell...?” Your eyes widened even more when you could faintly see a swarm of people charging through the gap in the wall, quickly realizing that the people were fighting and destroying everything. “Teresa, we have to get out of here.” You said, noticing everyone outside the lab room where thinking the same thing and trying to making a quick escape.

Teresa frowned, storming over to you and removing your restraints, and quickly going back to her experiments. “I can’t.”

You quickly removed yourself from the gurney. “What do you mean? The city’s getting raided. They’ll burn this place down, with us in it.”

“Thomas is the cure, Y/N!” She yelled, making you speechless. “His blood is destroying the virus! He can save us all. I need him.”

“Teresa...if all went as planned, he’s long gone by now.”

“No, he can’t be. Newt is dying and Thomas won’t abandon him, you know that. He’ll be slowing them down. I have to get through to him.” Teresa exhaled shakily. “You can go if you want, I’m staying. I have to.”

You looked to the exit then back to Teresa, your cousin, your only family. In the past, most choices you made were clearly the right ones. But now...you had no idea what to do.

You wanted to choose Teresa...you really did. But you still had the temporary serum, you still had the chance to help Newt. “I’m sorry, Teresa.” You voiced, gaining her attention. “I want to stay with you. But I need to find our friends.”

Teresa’s face fell, frowning. “I understand.”

“I’ll come back for you.” Your voice wavered, feeling intense emotion wash over you, suddenly getting the feeling to tell her you loved her. But you cut the goodbye short, running out of the room and rushed to leave the building.

Thankfully, everyone was so focused on packing up to leave, you had no trouble escaping. But you almost didn’t want to leave the building when you saw the hell on earth that was just outside. But you pushed on, making sure you kept the hold on the vial safely in your hand.

You almost jumped when you heard your cousin’s voice echo around the city’s speakers.

“Thomas? Can you hear me? I need you to listen to me. I know you have no reason to trust me, but I need you to come back. Thomas, you can save Newt. There’s still time for him. There’s a reason Brenda isn’t sick anymore. It’s your blood, do you understand? She isn’t sick because...you cured her. She doesn’t have to be the only one. You just need to come back, and this will all finally be over. Please, just come back to me. I know you’ll-”

The speakers suddenly cut out, as almost all power in the city was down.

You suddenly felt dread wash over you, you had to find Thomas.

Running through the city as fast as you could, you wished you were a Runner, then maybe your legs wouldn’t cramp up every time you exerted yourself. You felt the heat of fires and explosions as you sprinted, dodging multiple guards and people fighting each other. This wasn’t supposed to happen...

Finally getting to a clearing, you stopped to cease the wheezing in your heavy breaths, until you heard screaming. You quickly rounded the corner to see Thomas and Newt...fighting each other.

No...you were too late...

You ran to them, quickly trying to pull Newt off of Thomas, only for his attention to turn to you and tackle you to the ground. “Newt!” You yelled, tearing up quickly at the sight of his dead eyes and Flared up face. “Newt...”

Thomas pushed Newt off of you, giving you the chance to take the vial out of your pocket, but the new Crank got free of Thomas’ hold and attacked you again, the vial violently being thrown from your hand. You internally cringed when you heard a shatter. Fuck...

You felt your vision get blurry when Newt smashed your head against the pavement, the pain resonating throughout your skull and making you feel lightheaded.

You didn’t know what happened after that, you just woke up and Newt wasn’t attacking you anymore. You didn’t hear the sound of struggle anymore. You looked to your left to see Brenda, a look of pained shock on her face. Then you realized, Thomas was sitting next to Newt. 

“No...” You whispered.

You crawled over to Thomas, looking down at Newt’s body. You could barely see anything due to the tears that welled up in your eyes, making the world around you blurry. You couldn’t do anything but stare numbly at your fallen friend, unaware that Thomas had left.

“Y/N.”

You knew that voice belonged to Gally, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Or do anything when Frypan wrapped his arms around you to give you some sort of comfort, him feeling the same grief as you, if not worse.

Gally felt the pain of the loss too, but seeing everything being burned down too quickly, he had to speak up. “This place is gonna take us down with it if we don’t get outta here...”

Fry gently pulled you away from Newt’s body, reluctantly motioning for Minho to follow. “Come on.” Fry rubbed your shoulder.

You were basically on autopilot on the way to the Berg, where Jorge, Vince, and the kids were waiting to take off. “We have to find Thomas. He went back to the holding facility.” Brenda voiced worryingly.

“That damn kid.” Vince huffed.

The numbness went away enough to remember that you told Teresa that you’d be back for her. You had to find her again, but the Berg was already being lifted up into the air. In your heart, you knew wherever Thomas was, Teresa was most likely with him. That’s something you could rely on, at least.

“Hey...” Gally sat next to you, gently holding your hand. You could faintly see tear marks down his face, his eyes a shade of red and watery. “We’ll find them.”

You wished you believed that, but after everything that’s happened, you felt having hope was childish. You couldn’t bear to hope just for things to end terribly.

“I think I got him!” You heard Jorge shout, everyone, including you, rallying to the front to look out the Berg’s window.

“Yeah, that’s him. I got the hatch.” Brenda said, quickly springing into action.

“Alright, I got him. I got him.” Jorge said, proceeding to carefully turn the Berg around so the now open hatch was facing the burning building roof. “I can’t get any closer!”

Everyone crowded the hatch, calling out for Thomas and Teresa on the roof, reaching out their hands to grab them. Quickly noticing that he was injured badly, you started to reach out as well. “Thomas! Teresa! Come on!”

“Get closer!” Teresa called out.

“Jump!” Vince yelled, his body almost half out of the aircraft trying to reach.

“We gotta get closer!” Gally yelled to Jorge.

“Come on, reach!”

The Berg finally got close enough to where Teresa could help Thomas onto the hatch, everyone quickly pulling him inside. You looked back to Teresa, holding out your hand as far as you could. “Your turn, jump!” You called out. You furrowed your brows in confusion when Teresa made no effort to move, not even to reach out for you. You could see the debate in her eyes, wondering if she actually deserved to live or not. “Don’t leave me!”

Teresa’s eyes softened, almost bringing her to tears upon hearing that short but impactful sentence. In a matter of a few seconds, the next building over was destroyed, large chunks of debris falling, making the roof collapse into itself, taking your cousin with it.

“No!” You sobbed loudly, ripping apart your vocal cords and feeling your heart break in two.

The Berg quickly left the destroyed area, bringing you all back to their base to pack up and finally go to a place called the “Safe Haven.”

You fell back, feeling grief and guilt weigh you down. I shouldn’t have left her...she would be here if I had just stayed...

You looked to see that Thomas passed out, but he was alive. Brenda and Gally quickly patched him up, but he would have to be better treated when the Berg arrived.

Gally just sat next to you the whole ride, not saying anything, not even attempting to give you comforting touches in fear that it would just make things worse, he just sat there to let you know he was there for you.

Everything felt like it was moving too fast, like time sped up without warning or giving you time to adjust. It made you feel nauseous, but you had nothing in your stomach to throw up, besides bile, you which you did upchuck. You huffed at the burning feeling in your throat. “Damn it...”

Gally was right by your side, rubbing your back and telling you everything would be okay. But it wouldn’t be okay. You lost your close friend, and then you lost your only family that you had left. You couldn’t help the new flow of tears, Gally quickly pulling you close to lean on his chest. “It’s okay. Let it out...” He said softly.

“I could’ve...I could’ve...” You hiccupped.

“There’s nothing you could’ve done, sweetheart.” Gally hugged you tighter, feeling your body rack with heavy cries.

Hours later, you finally calmed down, the tears ran out a long time ago. But you noticed the machine hum of the Berg stopped. “We’re here!” Jorge called out, making you flinch at the sudden shout. 

“Come on, help me get Thomas situated.” Vince called out, gathering the group to carry him, including Gally.

You stepped out of the Berg to immediately smell a slight salty scent, you never smelled anything like it. And you heard an unfamiliar sound, almost like white noise. It was just after sunset, but it was still a little light out. But you instantly recognized the light tan sandy ground, the water the stretched out for miles and miles to the horizon.

You’d never seen a beach before, not even before your memory wipe before the Maze. It was beautiful, but you would appreciate it better without the rotting feeling of grief weighing on your shoulders.

You walked to where you saw Vince take Thomas, stopping right outside the entrance of the wooden hut. “Is he okay?” You asked softly.

“He’ll be okay.” Vince answered. “He should wake up soon, but I have to go and make sure things have been taken care of while I’ve been gone.” And with that, Vince walked away with a fast pace.

Minho then exited the hut, meeting you with wide eyes. “Hey...” He said awkwardly, making you give a tight lipped smile. “I’m...sorry, about Teresa. I know how important she was to you.”

You didn’t want to cry anymore, you were sick of crying and the thought alone made you exhausted. “I’m sorry about Newt. He...he was a good guy.”

Minho’s lip quivered slightly, but quickly covered it up with a sigh. “We all lost him.”

You brought him into a hug, not knowing what else to do. It was weird at first, you two weren’t the type to show physical affection to each other, but you felt the situation called for it. Minho hugged you back tightly, trying not to cry at the thought of never being able to hug his best friend again.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m tired.” You sighed.

“Yeah, I think everyone is. It would be weird if they weren’t.” Minho looked past you and smiled to himself weakly. “I think I should get some sleep. I’ll see you later.” You turned to watch Minho walk off, giving Gally a slight nod as he passed him.

Gally walked up to you with a small smile. “I would ask if you’re okay, but I feel like that question is pretty obvious.”

“Yeah...” You whispered. “I’m just fucking exhausted.”

Gally frowned, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Vince already has some beds set up for us. Shall we go?”

You nodded. “That sounds nice.”

You and Gally set up your beds next to each other, at your insistent request. To be fair, in a new environment, you didn’t feel safe at all. Ironic in the “Safe Haven.”

You didn’t get a lot of sleep, constantly worrying about how Thomas was doing. Gally seemed to sense your worry. “He’ll be fine. He’s a stubborn kid.” He said, bringing you closer to him. It did seem to relax you as you fell asleep soon after, but that didn’t stop the influx of nightmares to plague your subconscious. 

The next morning, everyone was up and atom, but you and your friends seemed to have been allowed to sleep in. “Who knew waking up beside you would be so nice?” You opened your eyes to see Gally smiling softly at you. You tried not to blush, temporarily forgetting the events that happened last night.

“You guys are disgusting.” Fry suddenly voiced loudly.

“You jealous, Fry?”

“Are you kidding? Of course I am.”

You chuckled weakly at the interaction, but you sat up and stretched, looking around to see the beach lit up in its full glory. “Wow...” You whispered.

Waking up to such a beautiful sight, it did bring a small smile to your face. You wished so badly that Newt and Teresa were there to share it with everyone too, but you tried to shake those thoughts away.

Later that day, you sat beside Minho and Jorge, watching Gally help build something from afar. “He’s lucky to have you.” Minho smirked, picking at the fruit in his hand.

You smiled slightly, not truly believing it. “It’s the other way around really.”

“Well, whatever. You two are good for each other.” Minho rolled his eyes, making you chuckle. “Thomas...” You heard Minho suddenly whisper, and you looked in the same direction he was, seeing that Thomas was indeed walking through the new area.

You and Minho quickly stood up, slowly walking towards Thomas, along with everyone else behind you guys. Thomas’ eyes were tired, just like the rest of yours probably were. He didn’t smile, you couldn’t blame him. There was nothing to say, so Minho brought Thomas into a hug. You were in so much pain from the loss of your cousin, but Thomas was in love with her, you couldn’t imagine how he felt. He lost two of the most important people to him.

You hugged Thomas too, silently communicating each other’s condolences through the gesture.

That night, you and Gally sat next to each other as everyone else gathered to hear Vince speak at the bonfire that was set up, a celebration of sorts of surviving.

“We have come a long way together.” Vince started. “So many have sacrificed so much to make this place possible. Your friends, and your family. So here's to the ones who couldn't be here, here's to the friends we lost. This place is for you. It's for all of us, but this,” He held up a knife, pointing it to the large stone pillar in front of the crowd, “this is for them. So in your own time, in your own way, come make your peace. And welcome to the Safe Haven!” He cheered, the crowd following suit.

You forced yourself to smile as you held up the drink in your hand, following along with the rest of the crowd that were actually happy to be there. You were too, but it was hard to convey those feelings. Celebrating didn’t feel right, not this soon anyway.

You watched as multiple people lined up to carve their fallen friend’s or family’s names onto the pillar. You knew who’s name Minho would carve, it was obvious. But you didn’t expect Gally to get up and carve a name. Of course you were curious, but it seemed like it would be personal.

You had a name in mind, but you looked over to Thomas who was frowning while reading something. You knew Teresa meant something to him too, they were close, almost as close you and her had been when you were kids. But you two were kids, you two grew apart. You didn’t know her in the end, not truly. You knew you didn’t deserve to be the one to carve her name. You would let Thomas be the one.

You thought back to your past, having more names pop up in your head, only one truly sticking out.

You stood up after the crowd cleared, walking to the stone pillar with the knife in hand. You found the place for the name, thankful that the light from the fire still reached. You held up the knife and started carving the name.

You smiled fondly when it was done.

“Who’s that?” Gally walked up behind you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You took a deep breath. “My baby sister...”

“You had a sister?”

“Yeah, my parents wanted me to choose the name, but she got the Flare along with them before I could give her one. It was only a week later that I finally gave her a name...even if she was dead.”

“How old was she?”

You frowned. “...three days old.”

“Y/N...I’m so sorry.”

You turned around to see Gally’s solemn face, but you smiled weakly. “I just have to believe she would’ve been better off, or in a better place.”

Gally only nodded, taking his hands in yours and leading you away to walk along the shore. “Things will be better here.”

“You really think so?” You asked, not sounding very hopeful.

“It have to be. We fought so hard for this.”

“I hope your right, Gally. What’ll life be like here though?” You wondered aloud.

Gally suddenly smiled giddily. “We’ll build our own city.” He nodded confidently, making you scoff.

“Oh really?” You raised your eyebrows skeptically, but a smile playing at the corner of your lips.

“Yeah! And we’ll have parties and bonfires every night.”

You couldn’t help but laugh loudly. “Easy there, tiger. We’ve only been here one day. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Come on, dare to dream, Y/N.” He grinned.

“I’ll leave the dreaming up to you, Captain.”

You and Gally stopped and sat on a little incline of the shore to take a break from walking, just watching the sun come up. 

Gally was sitting behind you, his arms wrapped around your shoulders and you leaning into him comfortably. You basked in his body heat, shielding you from the slightly chilly air from the ocean tides. It felt nice, the nicest feeling you’ve felt in the past few days.

You looked up to see Gally’s eyes entranced in watching the waves, his lips naturally upturned in a slight smile.

You leaned up and placed a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw, seeing his eyes briefly close at the feeling and his smile growing into a shy grin. He turned his head and leaned down to place a kiss to your lips. “I love you, you know.”

You grinned. “Yeah, I know. I love you too...so much.”

Looking back to the ocean, you knew you guys were going to be okay now.

~~~~~~~~~~

Welp, yeah...I’m having trouble liking the ending, but I hope y’all do at least. BUT SIKE, this ain’t the end(technically). I’m planning on releasing a bonus chapter reallll soon, for all those heathens that wanted smut ;)

But for those not into that sorta thing, don’t worry! It’s not gonna forward the plot in any way, this chapter is the end of the main story, so you won’t miss anything. Just fluff and smut

[shirolovesu]

Hello! :) I really love your work, the way you wrote is so captivating, and I was wondering if you would be able to write Shiro (w/ other Paladins if you're willing) With Reader/future S/O who is very short. Like even smaller than Pidge. The impression she gives is really kind and soft, to the point where people jockingly call her an angel. She's pretty shy and awkward, a little clumsy too so they try to keep her as far away from danger as possible- (1/2)

• ngl Shiro’s first impression of you, when he very first caught sight of you in the space mall, was that you were a lost child

• so he came over to you, ready to introduce himself and help you find your parents, but he quickly realized his mistake once he saw your face. His protective instincts toward you are still really strong, but he knows you’re an adult and treats you like one.

• when you were introduced to the rest of the team, there was a bit of teasing at first but you settled in to the Castle happily. Pidge was secretly glad she wasn’t the smallest any more, but if anyone made too many jokes at your expense she was the first one to yell “shortness solidarity!” and take them down

[under a cut for length, not content]

••• specific stuff for when you’re dating Shiro:

• he loves to pick you up and hug you. You’re brushing your teeth and he’ll sneak up and cuddle you from behind. You’re baking cookies with Hunk in the kitchen, and Shiro will pick you up, spin you around, and set you down gently again. It’s a common sight on the Castle for the other paladins to see him walking down the corridor with you in his arms or perched on his shoulders

• you have a feeling Shiro holds back when he bear hugs you, and every time he’s done he asks if he was squeezing too hard. It’s adorable the way he treats you like you’re made of china, but every once in a while you ask him to hug you as hard as he can bc both of you need a good squeeze from time to time

• also he’s super careful when you share a bed with him – if he rolled over on you during the night, he probably wouldn’t squish you but he doesn’t want to take that chance

—-

• one day a group of Galra drones managed to sneak on board the Castle whiel the scanners were down for maintenance. You and Shiro were watching a movie in your room when the alarm went off and Allura shouted for everyone to arm themselves

• Shiro jumped up immediately, but put a hand on your shoulder when you tried to follow him out the door.

“Stay here, you’ll be much safer. Just keep the door locked until it’s all clear. Okay?” Then he kissed you on the forehead and raced off to defend the Castle.

Hide behind a locked door and let everyone else do all the work? No way!

You waited until Shiro was out of sight before heading to the armory and grabbing a chestplate, helmet, and gun. You weren’t some child needing to be protected, dammit! You were a member of this team as much as anyone else!

• When you got to the scene of the action, Keith and Pidge were pinned under fire by half a dozen Galra. Shiro was wrestling with another invader, and Hunk was trying to emergency shut off the airlock so no more troops could come aboard. Things looked to be going okay until another squad of Galra came around the corner, weapons aimed and ready, and that’s when all hell broke loose.

From the viewpoint of everyone else, all they saw was a small murderous blur racing out of the shadows and flinging itself at the approaching troops. The Galra went down like they’d been hit by a tornado -- their guns went one way, they went another with dented helmets and broken armor. The soldiers fighting Keith and Pidge tried to turn and defend themselves, but they weren’t fast enough and ended up joining their comrades in a heap in the corner.

By the time all the enemies were knocked out, the whole team of paladins had their jaws on the floor as they realized that you were the one who’d done it.

“Y/N?!” Shiro gasped. He blinked at you for a moment in total shock. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You take a deep breath to calm your racing heart. “I didn’t want to leave you guys to fight on your own! Are you all okay? I’m so sorry I didn’t get here sooner --”

“We’re all fine. No one’s hurt!” Pidge pipes up. “But what about you? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

You wipe your face with the back of your hand and realize that she’s right; tears are rolling down your cheeks and now that he fight’s over, you can’t seem to control yourself.

“I got so worried for all of you. You’re my best friends and I love you, and I don’t know what I’d do if you got hurt...” You sniffle and rub your eyes.

“Hey there, it’s all right. We’re fine and you kinda singlehandedly saved the day.” Shiro puts a hand on your head and pulls you into his chest, where he can envelop you in a warm, safe hug. “If I’d had any idea you could fight like that, I never would have asked you to stay behind. And I’m glad you’re safe too, in the end.”

“Me too.” You wrap your arms as far around him as you can reach, and give him the strongest hug you can.

• epilogue: after all the Galra are taken care of, Shiro calls you and the others up to the training deck.

“I think it’s time we learn some new fighting techniques,” he says. “Today, we’re going to have a new instructor show us the best way to knock an enemy right off their feet. Y/N, the floor is yours!”

[askmissjoker]

AKIRA’S PALACE.

For the last several months, I had a palace campaign developed for a group of rp friends. Now that the campaign has long since reached its completion, I figure I can show people everything I did in regards to it!

The palace was focused on Akira’s guilt for her friends deaths during her first timeline, as you saw from this ask. In the roleplay, Akira tried to take care of everyone in her group of ragtag friends but they kept getting into trouble and got hurt over and over again. She felt immense despair, slowly blaming herself for things not going right-- and eventually, gave birth to a palace where she was the prisoner, locked away by her own choice to protect everyone else. 

Keywords:

Target: Akira Kurusu

Place of distortion: Cafe Leblanc

Distortion: Prison 

Player characters:

Mona

Crow

Panther

Arsene

Oracle

Megiddo (a different male akira)

Map designs, original persona, and details under the cut

Entrance

The players found themselves standing on the street outside of Leblanc, everything looking pretty normal and standard-- expect for the building. In its place stood a blue building the colour of the velvet room and a tall metal fence that prevented them from progressing. Speaking to Lavaneza, who stood outside the real Velvet room’s door, told those who asked:  "I do not have any methods nor information to assist you with, young trickster, for those who enter are already dead.”

Through some investigation, the players were able to find a broken piece in the surrounding fence. Someone clearly had been there before them, taking a literal sledge hammer to the metal and bending it upwards so the thieves can slip underneath and get inside. Two security towers loomed over the area, however one seemed to be damaged-- another indicator that they likely weren’t alone.

Floor 0-- The fool

After making their way into the palace and dodging out of the light of two search towers, they find themselves in a room that holds a strong resemblance to the velvet room. 3 cells each line the walls, labeled with a name plate and hand scanner: looking at them closely, the players can see that they hold the names of the Phantom Thieves: Ann, Futaba, Haru, Makoto, Yusuke, Ryuji... Is there a name missing?

In the center of the room is a huge hole covered by thick glass that allows you to see downwards to all of the palace.

The cell doors only opened depending on who the players had in their party. Since they had an Ann and Futaba, they were allowed entry into their respective rooms and spoke to the cognitions there. It was revealed that the cognitions weren’t of themselves, but of the Phantom Thieves’ Akira lost in her own timeline.

After exploring the two cells, Shadow Akira showed herself to the group, asking them to leave. The group refused, and she gave one of the players (Akechi), a folder with a keycard to progress further into the palace before she allowed herself to fall through the glass, descending to the floors bellow.

Floor 1-- The Chariot

On the next floor was two smaller towers with spotlights on them, shadows manning each tower on the lookout for intruders. The players sneaked past and took out each shadow, Akechi causing a small blackout after shooting his gun at a electric socket. The group also stumbled upon a treasure chest, retrieving a special sword for Akechi. 

Making their way past a puzzle, they overheard shadows speaking to someone called Miss Kurusu-- Akira’s mother. Tricking these shadows, the group got the keycards needed to move on to the next floor.

Floor 2-- The Lovers

The group was starting to get worn out from their leader’s constant need to fight every shadow, so they took a small break to recoup as they weighed their options. They ended up making it further through the floor and found a large screen and two doors. A cognitive Futaba of one of the muses hacked through the feed to talk to the players--and they promised to meet up to exchange notes as it’s revealed there was a cognitive group of phantom thieves trying to get into the palace--the same friends Akira was trying to protect.

The group manages to solve a puzzle and get through to the next room, which is divided in half by a wall of glass.

In each room, there was shards of glass with masks painted on them--masks of the phantom thieves. However, when two members of the group went into the opposite room to try and get the rest of the shards, both exits locked and the room on the left began filling with water. Fun! That’s when they first met the Lupeux--a shadowy being with sharp white teeth that could melt into shadow. It almost took out the leader of the party, but when the group on the other side figured out the puzzle, it escaped to the next floor.

This is where the group took a break and returned back to the entrance of the palace to talk to the cognitions of themselves. That was a time LOL

Floor 3-- The High Priestess  

On this floor, the players were given two options. Go through the first door, or go through the second door. First door was a puzzle involving tarot cards that ended up being unused, and the second door was a logic puzzle. Only thing is, that logic puzzle was 500% hijacked by a certain persona that the group let escape... 

Fight: Lupeux

To be honest, the Lupeux wasn’t supposed to be such a big deal. In my concept writing, it was just another shadow--but I ended up going all out with it! Here’s a little excerpt:

Bullets lace into the mirrors, easily shattering any surface that comes into contact with the barrel of a gun. The cracks of the mirrors extend the length of the hall, growing in intensity before giving out and sending thousands of sharp shards flying. Not to be one left out, Mona draws his slingshot and joins the fray, aiding in the shattering of more mirrors.

Laughter fills the hallways as gunfire threatens to drown it out, however Lupeux is loosing places to play it's game. Distorted images of the Phantom Thieves don't even remain anymore-- only showing the backing wall that held the mirrors up. Bullet holes lay scattered across its surface, growing the cracks in the very foundation of the walls and leaving very clear exit marks.

"Here! Here! Let me help you!" It giggles, voice of Crow melting and shifting until it became almost unrecognizable.

All at once, the walls cave and crumble, remaining mirror walls left in shambles as everything falls to the ground. The group is left standing on the thin pathway, now exposed to the open air. All around them is only darkness, and a giant pit that leads downwards that you cannot see the bottom of. You can see the exit, now clearly visible and lacking any tricks, and the walls of the other path you could have taken very far away from you.

Lupeux is nowhere to be seen for a short while, though the darkness around the group shifts and bubbles as if it's alive. A long leg of shadow climbs out from it's depths, familiar toothy grin spiraling and clicking as it reforms in front of the group's eyes. A red, beady iris flickers and hones in on the group as it pulls more and more darkness into its body, consuming shadow in seemingly infinite supply. It perches itself on the other path, growing in size as time goes on, and laughs silently. The only way you're able to separate it from the backdrop of nothingness is it's sharp teeth that it clicks, as if in challenge.

Check out Quire’s art from the scene! It was fun tormenting them :))

Floor 4-- Justice

This floor was a Bit of a Time(tm). Two player characters ended up in some of the jail cells due to them almost dying, and Akira’s mom and Sae ended up talking to them. After a terrible roll in trying to knock Sae out (it was eventually successful) the united group went to the main room where a trial was said to be held. There they fought the midboss of the campaign, Akira’s mother. 

Midboss:

Maragarethe [Null Curse. Resist gun]

way too many moves ngl. she just wanted to brainwash the party though

Akira’s mother was probably one of the concepts of the palace that never really changed? Her design remained the same throughout all my concept art and at this point it’s quite clear i have a certain Aesthetic haha. Those eyes especially were my favourite...

After beating her up, there was only a couple floors left.

Just a pretty empty foor--a transition to the next. In order to get through you needed a Morgana and Akechi in the party. Which, this group happened to have :)

Leblanc

After going through the prison the players opened the final door and... found themselves right where they started--inside Leblanc. Only this was clearly still a cognitive version of Leblanc, and had a lot of things about it that felt ‘off’. For one there were doors on the side, for another the windows were replaced with mirrors. Oh, and when the whole group went inside the Akechi of the group had a gun pointed at his head by Akira’s original Akechi. The one that died in her first timeline.

I’ll keep what happened a secret unless people asked, but the group secured the infiltration route and sent the calling card (it was an emotional time).

Boss floor

After the calling card triggered and the group was inside, they made their way to the treasure room (Leblanc’s attic). The treasure however was gone, and Shadow Akira found them, this time with her mask on.

The whole room collapsed around them, revealing a room no one could escape. And so, the fight began.

Boss Phase 1: Lady

Lady’s first phase was more on the easy side to handle--all she had to work with was a mirror of the personas I had originally played with during other campaigns. This meant she had a limit to what she could do, especially since I nerfed her early on with her persona choices. After being knocked down to around half health, she shifted into phase 2.

Boss phase 2: A̮̯̙̬͎͓̥̦̕r̡̖̩̩̣̲̪͢s̪̳̰̝̜̝͘͠ͅe҉͙̠̳͉̗̞̻̙n̡͉͘e̶̦̼̪͚?͏̪̭̀͞A͉̹̟͟k̶̟͖̟͈̩̼̰̞̯͟i̭͉̣r͔͓͠a̶̲͈̺͍͙

Phase 2 was rougher--I gave her a wide move pool with some original moves that if the group didn’t guard, they’d be automatically knocked down (and susceptible to an all out attack). Luckily that didn’t happen though! The group won, the treasure being Akira’s mask.

In the real world the treasure remained her mask, however in hindsight it should have been her original rounded glasses--since she only got her square ones in her second timeline, not the first.

Notes:

There were originally 7 floors planned, and I still have the designs for them! Each floor was based off of one of the PTs, but it turned out to be too long to reasonably go through in a campaign.

I have a book that is 30 pages of planning and plotting for this palace. I really wanted to make it personal to my players and to cater to their characters and give them content to allow them to explore sides of their muses they haven’t been able to do before. Because of this, I had several events planned just for each muse in mind. Not all of it got used in the end, but it was fun!

Some players had to duck out of the RP for their own health, so the palace was modified after their departure to accommodate such! 

Original Shadows

Where would a Palace be without some exclusive shadows? Nowhere that’s what! All of these designs were inspired by french folklore and stories

Matagot [weak to bless, resist everything else ]

Inflict Fear (high odds) to 1 foe

Instantly kill all foes under Fear

Medium Physical damage to 1 foe 2x

Medium Physical damage and inflict Fear (medium odds) to 2 foe

Inflict confuse (medium odds) to all foes

Wolf [absorb curse, absorb gun]

Medium Physical damage to all foes.

Medium Physical damage and inflict Forget (low odds) to all foes.

Colossal Physical damage to 1 foe.

Red [Reflect Gun, Absorb Curse,]

17% HP

Severe Gun damage to 1 foe. High critical rate.

24% HP

Severe Gun damage to all foes.

12 SP

Heavy Curse damage to 1 foe

15 SP

Medium chance of instantly killing 1 foe

[wanjeokhaeseo]

loving you = i. 💘

group: day6

memeber: young k

genre: really really angsty to fluff LOL I cannot do sad endings soz

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

dedicated to  b r i a n for bias wrecking me on this beautiful day…sorry chicken boi :”) really love his work and his cuteness HAHAHAA i hope you keep it up man <3333 thank you for touching me w your hard work and talent !!

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Younghyun licked his tongue against the two cheeky dents in the inner part of his wet, swelled gums as they started to sear with pain yet again. It was always a habit of his-ever since young, he had been taught by his parents that saliva was the world’s best medicine. With tired footsteps, he gave the small scanner on the fare gate a brief swipe before ghosting through, feeling the weight of the world weigh down on his slumped, fatigued shoulders.

It was a cold morning, the quilt of grey clouds filling the air with beautiful, solemn curves-largely resembling the weather that he had seen in London. Younghyun had always liked stormy weather. It signified a good day to huddle up in his room and write songs, whilst maybe doing some freestyle now and there to move his bones…

Instead of doing all of that which he could only bitterly dream of, he was forced onto this stupid train to go to an even more stupid party.

He closed his eyes briefly, only daring to release just a smidge of his pent up feelings into the air through a pathetic little sigh. Younghyun wasn’t one to wear his feelings on his sleeve, either, unlike the stupid friend, Jae who had invited him to the party.

“Jeez, Brian, go make some friends.” he had declared in his throaty American accent, “I know you don’t like to socialise, but you write all those cheesy love songs in your room without having any damn experience?”

Okay, yeah, the last line was sort of a joke, but it also sort of hurt.

Jae was his only other friend, Dowoon, Sungjin, Wonpil and Terry aside.

Did Younghyun have a choice?

Recalling the incident stirred up an almost laughable, petty anger in a part of Younghyun as he felt his eyebrows arch, wanting to rip apart his leather jacket and neatly striped T-shirt. Socialising was most probably the reason he didn’t have friends. Knowing himself, he’d probably just sit in a corner of the party with snacks and start listening to a mixtape or something.

As the chugging of the train ran against his ear noisily, louder and prominent with each step, subsequently following up with the rushing in of the big, white vehicle and displaying fleeting blurs of businessmen in deep conversation, Younghyun took a long, obnoxious breath to pace himself.

Maybe this party wouldn’t be so bad.

At the very least, it would have food.

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The faint sounds of the old piano tapped onto Younghyun’s senses gently, repeating itself and slowly, weaving into a melody of a lost, foreign cry. He could feel his heart begin to smoothen out as ease washed over his back like a dripping waterfall, dilapidating the building of pent up anxiety in him while his back leaned unceremoniously against the cold subway wall.

Music had always been his best companion. As the track from earlier faded into an electro, yet somehow inconsistent, hesitant EDM, Younghyun imagined the cute, petty problems of a teenage girl, stumbling and shy around her crush. From there on, one big story proceeded to unfold and play in front of his eyes, as he started losing consciousness in the real world and dropping deep into the embrace of the imaginary yet tangible.

While the track escalated to a more lively rhythm then onwards, Younghyun couldn’t help but think-why were people so hard to understand?

The scores scattered across his piano stand, the unfinished tracks still stored away safely on his laptop, the melody still hovering over his head steadily and soothingly…they were there for him, when no one else ever would be.

As soon as the story stacking up like building blocks in his head was about to reach its climax, the half built tragedy was instantly destroyed by the rude cutting in of xylophone sounds.

Younghyun’s eyes shot open a little too vigorously as he answered the phone with another kind of petty fury in his heart. Before he knew it, the beautiful scene of cherry blossom trees swaying softly under the two characters had vanished without a trace, instead bringing back the cold winter air and the cacophony of the chatty adults on the train, complaining about how spoilt the younger generation was.

He could feel his eyes rise to his head as he released another helpless, annoyed sigh from his peeling lips.

The stupid iPhone ringtone was perhaps, the only kind of music he would ever loathe.

“Hello?” he grunted, trying to mask as much of his dissatisfaction as possible as he clutched his hand to his chin.

“Yoooooo, Brian, my man, what’s taking so long?” a hearty scream pierced Younghyun’s poor, dying eardrums amidst his earlier, more gentle monotone, and if it wasn’t for the already irritant stares from the grown ups, he definitely would have shouted back.

“Hmm, I don’t know man, you being annoying and embarrassing me in public?” he hissed, settling for a curt retort as his mouth got as close to the mic as he could.

“Oh come on, you know I’m your best friend.” Younghyun could already visualise the pout forming onto Jae’s lips as his tone dipped at the end slightly, and inside, he snickered instinctively-he knew that Jae was holding back his sarcastic replies for the sole reason of getting him to come to the party.

“Nah, you’re not my best friend, you’re a loser.” he smirked, thoroughly basking in the triumph of having the upper hand over someone who’d always win at sass fights.

Younghyun couldn’t help but laugh as Jae proceeded to say, “I’m done with being nice to you, bigger loser. I heard the announcer lady, you’re here already. See you in 5 minutes, or square up.” Spontaneously, the phone hung up, without bothering to let his last sentence linger slowly in the air-it was just Jae’s kind of humour, quick and satirical, which all his friends would use to either tease each other or fire it back at him.

At the coincidental thought of his friends, Younghyun felt his lips lift slowly as the phone interface vanished to reveal his lockscreen of a selfie his friends had took with him, during that once when he had climbed on top of the fence, fell and smashed his head into the ground while he was drunk.

He loved his friends a lot.

At that thought, a strange hollowness followed up into his heart, and he couldn’t help but sigh again as he dragged his muddy shoes out of the flooring of the subway, into the scary unknown of the public.

The party was a place for social butterflies.

There was no way that anyone else at that place could love someone as uninteresting and unsociable as him.

While he started weaving his way through the crowd waiting to swallow him up, inwardly emotionless and stale without the support of music nor friends-the track that had followed up from his call, was painfully the voice of his own, fighting against the voice in his heart with a stinging irony.

It was a self composed song, I Like You, and right now, Younghyun didn’t like himself much.

i love him sm ;;; to be honest I doubt thats who he is irl bcos he’s such an open and friendly person and he’s also a very annoying and interesting person HAHAHA for the insecure part I wouldn’t know but dang,,,he definitely isn’t unsociable LOL he’s so annoying ngl >:( stan talent stan day6 yalls !!! side note young k really is a very talented and hardworking person, I’m so proud of how far he has gone !!!!

[wannawrite]

loving you = i. 💘

group: day6

memeber: young k 

genre: really really angsty to fluff LOL I cannot do sad endings soz

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

dedicated to  b r i a n for bias wrecking me on this beautiful day...sorry chicken boi :”) really love his work and his cuteness HAHAHAA i hope you keep it up man <3333 thank you for touching me w your hard work and talent !!

____________________________________________

Younghyun licked his tongue against the two cheeky dents in the inner part of his wet, swelled gums as they started to sear with pain yet again. It was always a habit of his-ever since young, he had been taught by his parents that saliva was the world’s best medicine. With tired footsteps, he gave the small scanner on the fare gate a brief swipe before ghosting through, feeling the weight of the world weigh down on his slumped, fatigued shoulders.

It was a cold morning, the quilt of grey clouds filling the air with beautiful, solemn curves-largely resembling the weather that he had seen in London. Younghyun had always liked stormy weather. It signified a good day to huddle up in his room and write songs, whilst maybe doing some freestyle now and there to move his bones...

Instead of doing all of that which he could only bitterly dream of, he was forced onto this stupid train to go to an even more stupid party.

He closed his eyes briefly, only daring to release just a smidge of his pent up feelings into the air through a pathetic little sigh. Younghyun wasn’t one to wear his feelings on his sleeve, either, unlike the stupid friend, Jae who had invited him to the party. 

“Jeez, Brian, go make some friends.” he had declared in his throaty American accent, “I know you don’t like to socialise, but you write all those cheesy love songs in your room without having any damn experience?” 

Okay, yeah, the last line was sort of a joke, but it also sort of hurt. 

Jae was his only other friend, Dowoon, Sungjin, Wonpil and Terry aside. 

Did Younghyun have a choice?

Recalling the incident stirred up an almost laughable, petty anger in a part of Younghyun as he felt his eyebrows arch, wanting to rip apart his leather jacket and neatly striped T-shirt. Socialising was most probably the reason he didn’t have friends. Knowing himself, he’d probably just sit in a corner of the party with snacks and start listening to a mixtape or something. 

As the chugging of the train ran against his ear noisily, louder and prominent with each step, subsequently following up with the rushing in of the big, white vehicle and displaying fleeting blurs of businessmen in deep conversation, Younghyun took a long, obnoxious breath to pace himself.

Maybe this party wouldn't be so bad.

At the very least, it would have food.

____________________________________________

The faint sounds of the old piano tapped onto Younghyun’s senses gently, repeating itself and slowly, weaving into a melody of a lost, foreign cry. He could feel his heart begin to smoothen out as ease washed over his back like a dripping waterfall, dilapidating the building of pent up anxiety in him while his back leaned unceremoniously against the cold subway wall.

Music had always been his best companion. As the track from earlier faded into an electro, yet somehow inconsistent, hesitant EDM, Younghyun imagined the cute, petty problems of a teenage girl, stumbling and shy around her crush. From there on, one big story proceeded to unfold and play in front of his eyes, as he started losing consciousness in the real world and dropping deep into the embrace of the imaginary yet tangible.

While the track escalated to a more lively rhythm then onwards, Younghyun couldn’t help but think-why were people so hard to understand? 

The scores scattered across his piano stand, the unfinished tracks still stored away safely on his laptop, the melody still hovering over his head steadily and soothingly...they were there for him, when no one else ever would be. 

As soon as the story stacking up like building blocks in his head was about to reach its climax, the half built tragedy was instantly destroyed by the rude cutting in of xylophone sounds. 

Younghyun’s eyes shot open a little too vigorously as he answered the phone with another kind of petty fury in his heart. Before he knew it, the beautiful scene of cherry blossom trees swaying softly under the two characters had vanished without a trace, instead bringing back the cold winter air and the cacophony of the chatty adults on the train, complaining about how spoilt the younger generation was.

He could feel his eyes rise to his head as he released another helpless, annoyed sigh from his peeling lips.

The stupid iPhone ringtone was perhaps, the only kind of music he would ever loathe.

“Hello?” he grunted, trying to mask as much of his dissatisfaction as possible as he clutched his hand to his chin.

“Yoooooo, Brian, my man, what’s taking so long?” a hearty scream pierced Younghyun’s poor, dying eardrums amidst his earlier, more gentle monotone, and if it wasn’t for the already irritant stares from the grown ups, he definitely would have shouted back.

“Hmm, I don’t know man, you being annoying and embarrassing me in public?” he hissed, settling for a curt retort as his mouth got as close to the mic as he could.

“Oh come on, you know I’m your best friend.” Younghyun could already visualise the pout forming onto Jae’s lips as his tone dipped at the end slightly, and inside, he snickered instinctively-he knew that Jae was holding back his sarcastic replies for the sole reason of getting him to come to the party. 

“Nah, you’re not my best friend, you’re a loser.” he smirked, thoroughly basking in the triumph of having the upper hand over someone who’d always win at sass fights.

Younghyun couldn’t help but laugh as Jae proceeded to say, “I’m done with being nice to you, bigger loser. I heard the announcer lady, you’re here already. See you in 5 minutes, or square up.” Spontaneously, the phone hung up, without bothering to let his last sentence linger slowly in the air-it was just Jae’s kind of humour, quick and satirical, which all his friends would use to either tease each other or fire it back at him. 

At the coincidental thought of his friends, Younghyun felt his lips lift slowly as the phone interface vanished to reveal his lockscreen of a selfie his friends had took with him, during that once when he had climbed on top of the fence, fell and smashed his head into the ground while he was drunk. 

He loved his friends a lot.

At that thought, a strange hollowness followed up into his heart, and he couldn't help but sigh again as he dragged his muddy shoes out of the flooring of the subway, into the scary unknown of the public.

The party was a place for social butterflies.

There was no way that anyone else at that place could love someone as uninteresting and unsociable as him.

While he started weaving his way through the crowd waiting to swallow him up, inwardly emotionless and stale without the support of music nor friends-the track that had followed up from his call, was painfully the voice of his own, fighting against the voice in his heart with a stinging irony.

It was a self composed song, I Like You, and right now, Younghyun didn’t like himself much.

i love him sm ;;; to be honest I doubt thats who he is irl bcos he's such an open and friendly person and he's also a very annoying and interesting person HAHAHA for the insecure part I wouldn't know but dang,,,he definitely isn't unsociable LOL he's so annoying ngl >:( stan talent stan day6 yalls !!! side note young k really is a very talented and hardworking person, I'm so proud of how far he has gone !!!!