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Pretty Boy - Ch 3 (Buddie x Reader)

Summary: You can feel Buck staring. When your eyes meet his, you realize he’s staring at your hand, which is still on Eddie’s knee. You slowly retreat, which makes Buck turn his attention to your face. You smile softly. He just looks out the window. The one where you’re an advanced paramedic, Buck and Eddie are firefighters, and you think you might be in love with both of them.

Ch 1 | Ch 2

Chapter Summary: You have a new, beautiful coworker.

A/N: Ladies and friends, he's arrived Word Count: 3.4k Warnings: somewhat graphic description of a medical procedure, mentions of blood

“You are cheery,” Hen says with a weird face as Bobby walks through the garage.

You and Hen are standing next to each other in your street clothes; she’s just finishing her shift, and you’re starting yours. You were catching up with her when Bobby made his appearance, and now you’re both following him up

“Why shouldn’t I be?” Bobby counters.

“Maybe 'cause you've been like this for weeks, and it's starting to get on my nerves,” Hen counters. “What’s goin’ on with you?”

Buck walks in with his phone over his head in one hand and his duffle bag in the other. “I got another DXA scan, and guess who dropped another half percent!”

“What?” Hen asks.

“A DXA scan measures your body fat; you can see your percentage in every part of your body.”

“You know that’s not why people get them, though, right?” You ask Buck.

He gives you a confused look.

“DXA scans are used to screen for osteoporosis. So the majority of people getting them are post-menopausal women, people older than 50 with fractured bones, and… you,” you explain.

“You’re in good company, Buck,” Hen laughs.

“Hey, can that scan measure the fat in your head, too?” Chim says as he joins the conversation. He gets a laugh out of Bobby.

“Ah, see, that would be funny, but we're about a week away from submissions being due for the Hot Days, Smoldering Nights: Men of the LAFD wall calendar, and I'm already at my goal weight, so it seems like my head is clearly working perfectly,” Buck returns.

“Do you really need to use the whole title?” You ask.

“You could just just say ‘hat idiotic, reductive, sexist calendar that insults the dignity of this organization and furthers the myth that all firefighters are male,’” Hen agrees.

You offer her a fist bump, which she accepts.

“Yeah, that’s not any less words,” Buck argues.

Bobby smiles. “Hen, come on, it's for charity.”

“No, Bobby, you too?”

“Why not? They say a man is at his sexiest when he reaches 50.”

“This is so not a conversation I want to be having with you people,” you interject.

“I think sorority houses all across this great nation are ready for a new Asian sеx symbol,” Chim takes a bite out of whatever he’s eating. “It’s our time.”

You raise your eyebrows. “You know what? I’m team Chimney.”

“I think it's great. You know? I like that you're both going up for it,” Buck agrees.

“Oh, because you don’t think we stand a chance,” Bobby argues.

“Did I say that? I mean, sure, let's be real. They are only picking one candidate from each station—”

“—That is a beautiful man,” Chim interrupts Buck.

“Where’s the lie?” Hen concurs. “And I like girls.”

You follow their line of vision to a man about 15 feet away, changing into an LAFD t-shirt. His abs ripple with each movement, as do his biceps. He has dark brown hair, matching eyes, and god, his face. He might be the prettiest person you’ve ever seen in real life.

“Who the hell is that?” Buck asks, turning back to Bobby.

“Eddie Diaz: new recruit,” Bobby clarifies. “Graduated top of his class just this week. Guys over at Station Six were dying to have him, but I convinced him to join us.”

Your head snaps in his direction. “The probie? My probie?”

“Your probie?!” Buck asks in complete dismay.

Bobby smiles again. “He served multiple tours in Afghanistan as an Army medic, got a silver star.”

“I get to see what he’s made of,” you tell your Captain. You smile wide. “What a niee present, Bobby! And it isn’t even my birthday.”

Everyone except Buck laughs at your remark.

“The air nozzle is embedded in his asscheek,” The mechanic says he walks the team over to the victim, Hector. “I shut it off, but I was afraid to move him.”

The second you lay eyes on him, you know it’s the worst case of subcutaneous emphysema you’ve ever seen. You’ve seen air get trapped under the skin from gnarly chest trauma, but this definitely takes the cake.

“Alright, let’s get him on his side,” Bobby instructs, “maintain pressure on the wound.”

You, Eddie, Buck, and Chim carefully lift on Bobby’s count, then set Hector on the floor. You immediately grab your stethoscope and listen to him while Eddie gets vital signs and Chim starts an IV.

“Systolic is in the 80s,” Eddie says as he takes his own stethoscope out of his ears.

“Hypotension, respiratory distress, and ipsilateral absent lung sounds … what are we look at here, Eddie?” You ask.

He catches your gaze and contemplates. You can see when the light bulb goes off. “Tension pneumothorax.”

“So how do we fix it?”

“Needle decompression,” he says almost immediately.

“I’ll get a 14 gauge,” Buck volunteers, already going through your bag.

“If his systolic is already in the 80s, he needs more than that,” you say calmly as you cut away Hector’s clothes. “What’s your next intervention?”

Eddie smiles in that way only a trauma junkie can. “Finger thoracostomy.”

“Buck, Eddie needs lidocaine, betadine, a hemostat, and a scalpel,” you instruct. “Chim, get us a three-sided occlusive dressing ready.”

“Wait, you’re letting me do it?”

“Have you seen one?” You counter.

“Yeah, in the field once or twice.”

“See one, do one, teach one.”

You take everything from Buck as he hands it to you. You pass the betadine to Eddie. “Prep the site, I’ll draw up your lido.”

Eddie pours the reddish-yellow antiseptic over Hector’s side. You draw up some lidocaine and pass it to him.

“Where are you giving it?” You ask.

“5th intercostal space, anterior axillary line,” Eddie says, using his fingers to find the landmark. “A pinch and a burn here, Hector.”

Hector winces as the medication is injected.

“How big should the incision be?” You ask Eddie as open the scalpel and hemostat packages.

“2-3 centimeters.”

You smile and hand him the scalpel. “Go for it. Once you make the incision, use the hemostat to spread the tissue to get down to the intercostal muscles.”

Eddie nods and makes the incision. When he’s ready, you pass him the hemostat, and he does as instructed. “Now what?”

“Use your finger to spread the muscles and enter the pleural cavity. When you get in, you might have to sweep your finger to release any adhesions. Once you do, you should feel and hear the air come out.”

Eddie nods and inserts his finger into the incision, twisting his hand once it reaches the pleural cavity. You can hear a ‘hiss’ as the air rushes out.

“Nice work,” you tell Eddie. “Leave your finger there until it stops, and then we’ll place the dressing.”

“Good job, both of you,” Bobby praised.

“That was badass,” Chim agreed.

Buck just stared at you both.

After dropping Hector off at the ER, the day’s pace came to a crawl. Rather than sit around and binge-watch something, you decide to sneak in a workout. You already know what you’ll be doing — your local gym has a squat rack, but it doesn’t have a punching bag. There’s something so therapeutic about channeling all of your anger into your hands and just hitting something.

“Need a partner?” Eddie asks from behind you.

You stop, turning to look at him. He’s wearing black sweats and a tank top of the same color. The sides of his shirt are low-cut, so you can see the definition of his ribs peaking out. It should be illegal for someone to look that good.

“Sure,” you say, nodding to the bag.

Eddie gets the memo; he stands behind the bag in a shallow lunge stance, holding each side. You begin punching again, but now, it doesn’t swing as violently. It makes for better strikes and a better workout. After a few minutes, you have to stop because your heart is pounding and you’re dripping in sweat.

“Thanks,” you tell Eddie breathlessly as you grab your water bottle.

“Are you kidding? Thank you,” Eddie says with a smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever done something that cool before, even in combat.”

“Yeah, our job is pretty cool, isn’t it?” You agree. You were always bad at taking praise.

“Well, it helps that you’re an excellent teacher,” Eddie continues, running a hand through his hair. “I mean, you were so calm and collected. I gotta be honest, I was freaking out a little, so seeing that you weren’t really helped.”

“Wow, I… never would’ve guessed that you were scared. You did great.”

Eddie smiles again. “Thanks. It’s just… different, helping civilians instead of soldiers. It’s more pressure sometimes, I guess. I mean, when people hear you made it out of Afganistan, twice, they set pretty high expectations.”

“You live up to them,” you assure with a smile of your own.

“What’s going on here?” Buck says as he approaches.

He changed too, now wearing black shorts and a navy tee with the sleeves cut off. He looks less than thrilled to see you talking to Eddie.

“Just talking about the call between sets,” you say.

“Oh,” Buck says with a shrug. He looks at Eddie. “Yeah, good call.”

Buck brushes by both of you, heading towards the squat rack. You and Eddie share a look. His words were kind, but his tone was not.

“What’s your problem, man?” Eddie asks, approaching Buck.

“Okay… you. You’re my problem,” Buck replies. He puffs up his chest a little; it’s subtle, but you pick it up. “You're-you're not supposed to just walk in here like you've been here for years. It's meant to be a getting-to-know-you period. You're meant to respect your elders.”

“You’re not his elder, Buck,” you point out.

“Look, I in no way meant to, uh, be too familiar or step on anybody's toes,” Eddie raises his hands. “I get you’re frustrated, but you don’t have to take it out on me or be threatened by me. We’re on the same team.”

Buck takes a step closer to Eddie. “Why would I be threatened by you? The only reason you did so well today is because she walked you through everything. If it weren’t for her, you would’ve done needle decompression, and the guy might not have made it. You’re not impressive—she is.”

Something you always hated about working with men? Being dragged into their dick-measuring contests. Upon hearing Buck call you ��impressive,’ though, your stomach may or may not have done a backflip.

“Glad to see we’re both on the same page,” Eddie agrees.

Now, both of them have called you impressive. Maybe working with men isn’t always so bad.

The next call you go on is to a supposedly detonated grenade. You say ‘supposedly’ because if it actually deployed, you don’t think the man who did it would be the one calling 911. But he did. So it probably didn’t.

Bobby, Buck, and yourself are the ones who enter the house first. It’s clear from everything in the room that the man is a fanatic of the military.

“Militia nut?” Buck says as the three of you follow the muffled calls for help.

“In here!” The man calls out again.

Bobby is the first to open the door, and judging by the way he rushes inside, you know he found the caller. You and Buck follow him.

“What’s your name, sir?” Bobby asks as you and Buck get to work.

“Charlie,” he responds as you wrap a blood pressure cuff around his arm.

“Alright, Charlie, tell us what happened.”

“Damn grenade went off while I was taking it apart,” he replies.

You aren’t entirely convinced that’s what happened, but you can tell something happened. His thigh is a bloody mess, and without looking closely, you can see shrapnel.

“Why are you taking apart a grenade?” Buck asks.

“I was cleaning it. I’m a collector.”

“No kidding,” Bobby remarks as he surveys for other potential injuries.

“You pulled the pin?” You asked, moving to inspect the wound.

“It ain’t that kind of grenade. It's a 40-mike-mike. A practice round for an M203 grenade launcher. I picked it up at a flea market in Brea, part of my 'Nam collection. My screwdriver must have touched the propelling charge.”

“I see metal and a lot of shrapnel, Cap, and I think the femoral artery’s been nicked,” you explain as you move your flashlight around. “We gotta transport him. Now.”

A few men from another rescue team help you and the boys get Charlie onto the stretcher and out the door. You can see Eddie is waiting in the rig like you told him to, and he helps pull Charlie into the rig.

“Buck, I want you to travel with him to the hospital, help keep him stable,” Bobby instructs.

You’re already climbing into the rig, but you spare a glance at Buck, who looks rigid and unimpressed. “Copy that, Cap.”

“Hey, you gotta learn how to play nice,” Bobby continues. “It’s one team, Buck.”

“I’m guessing you’ve seen a lot of shrapnel wounds, Eddie,” you say once the ambulance takes off driving.

ETA to the hospital is 10 minutes, and you’ve already instructed the boys to apply a tourniquet and bandage the wound. There isn’t much else to do other than trend vital signs.

“My share,” Eddie nods. “Those dressings are soaking through. I’m gonna change them.”

You give him a simple nod.

Buck sits on the bench, simply watching the two of you. When he catches your eye, you shrug. He scoffs and laughs.

Once Eddie pulls the bandages back, the look on his face changes. “I thought you said this was a practice round.”

“It is,” Charlie says.

“What’s going on, Ed?” you ask.

“You see that cap?” Eddie says, pointing to a piece of metal in Charlie’s leg. “Practice rounds have blue caps. Gold caps are live.”

The cap is gold.

You start banging on the ceiling to signal the EMT driving. “Pull over!”

Within 10 minutes, you’re all now standing in a random parking lot with multiple EMS crews as well as the LAPD bomb squad. They took an X-ray of Charlie’s leg, which clearly shows an encapsulated piece of metal.

“He has a goddaamn live round in his thigh,” you say in disbelief.

“I thought the thing already went off,” Buck interjects. “Isn’t that why we were called?”

“The launch grenade has two components: gunpowder which makes it travel and an explosive charge that makes it go boom,” Eddie explains.

“So… why didn’t it go boom?” Buck asks the obvious question.

“It's fitted with a proximity fuse. It's a little smart sensor that tells the cap it's traveled a safe enough distance from the shooter to explode. From his hand to his leg probably wasn't far enough.”

“Well, we can't bring him inside a hospital full of people, not with that still stuck inside him,” Bobby says.

“We called the military for help,” Jim, the bomb squad officer, explains.

“Why can’t you do it?” You ask. “You’re the bomb squad. Isn’t this sort of your job?”

“You can’t diffuse a grenade,” Jim clarifies. “We need to find someone who knows how to pull that thing out of him without setting it off. They're sending someone up from Pendleton. Should be here within the hour.”

“Captain, he doesn’t have an hour, not without a trauma surgeon,” you say.

“I can do it,” Eddie volunteers.

“You’ve done it before?” You ask before Bobby can.

“Well, none of the guys I served with were dumb enough to shoot a live round in themselves, but I'm familiar with the ordinance.”

“I’m in,” Buck says.

“Fuck it, so am I,” you say.

Next thing you know, the three of you are getting strapped into bomb squad attire, which you find kind of silly. If the grenade goes off, you’re all fucked, heavy vest or not. But you aren’t in the position to make smart remarks, so you stay silent.

“You know you don’t have to do this,” Bobby says as a bomb squad tech straps you in.

“Someone has to make sure those two don’t claw each other’s eyes out,” you smile.

He doesn’t laugh.

“We’ll be okay, Cap,” you promise softly. “All 4 of us.”

Once you get back into the rig, you station yourself at Charlie’s head while the boys are to his side. You push ketamine through the IV line, and within a few minutes, he’s out.

“You ready?” Eddie asks, looking between you and Buck.

You give a firm nod.

“Ready,” Buck says.

Eddie instructs Buck to apply pressure around the wound bed, which helps expose the grenade. He begins using the tool given to him by the bomb squad to extract it.

“Pull it out,” Buck says. “Come on.”

“I gotta be careful,” Eddie says slowly, concentrating on what he’s doing instead of Buck’s remark. “The sensor measures the distance traveled based on how many rotations the shell made after the launch. The key is not to turn the shell while we pull it out.”

“Okay, yeah, so don’t turn it,” Buck agrees.

You can’t help but chuckle.

Eddie manages to extract the grenade, and Buck helps him deposit it into the box.

“Well, gentlemen, I say we get the hell out of here,” you remark.

You all do exactly that. Leaving the box with the grenade on the rig, you all carefully move the gurney out so you can get Charlie on a different ambulance. Bobby has a rig on standby, so it’s the easiest task of your night.

“You’re badass under pressure, brother,” Eddie says, turning to Buck.

“Me?” Buck asks as if Eddie would be talking to anyone else.

“Hell yeah. You can have my back any day.”

“Yeah. Or, you know, you could... you could have mine.”

Both you and Eddie laugh.

Eddie offers Buck a hand, which he accepts. “Deal.”

“Nice work, all of you,” Bobby praises. “Glad you made it out of there.”

“Come on, the guy’s a professional,” you say, gesturing to Eddie. “I was never worried.”

Less than a second later, the ambulance explodes. The doors are blown open, and the windshield simultaneously pops off the vehicle and shatters. You all duck for a moment, then turn to look at Eddie.

“You guys hungry?”

“What about GI?” Buck says to Eddie as the latter plays pinball. “Like GI Joe! That’s a great nickname.”

Buck is trying to come up with a nickname for Eddie, which apparently, he’s been doing for awhile. You just haven’t been around to hear about it, either on different calls or not on shift at all.

“More like Gastrointestinal,” you chime in as you finish up charting a case. Hen, who’s sitting across from you, laughs.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Eddie says as he continues playing.

“Alright everyone, listen up!” Bobby says, grabbing everyone’s attention. “I’ve got an announcement to make. I just got off the phone with the people from the calendar, and they have made their choice.”

“Well, no hard feelings, no matter who won,” Buck says to Eddie, offering him a fist bump.

“That's good, Buck, 'cause they didn't pick you,” Bobby says.

“Well, it’s obviously a fix!” Buck replies. “Nah, congratulations anyway, GI!”

Eddie laughs.

“They didn’t pick him either,” Bobby continues.

“Huh. You?” Buck asks.

You all look to Chim, who is crunching on some celery. “No way, you gotta be kidding me.”

“Hah! I called it from the start,” you shout with pride. “Everyone remember that?”

Everyone stares at you.

“Right, not about me,” you laugh awkwardly. “Congrats, Chim!”

“Or should we say, ‘Mr. April’!” Bobby chimes.

Everyone approaches Chimney, offering high fives.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Sergeant Grant says as she enters the loft.

Bobby approaches her, and she apologizes for something. It’s clear that something happened between them, but you have no clue what it is. She grabs his face and kisses him.

You all stare at them.

“What are you all lookin’ at?” Bobby eventually says. “There’s no more announcements.”

You and Hen share a look, then turn to the boys.

“Pay up,” you say simultaneously.

Ch 4

#911 abc #evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #911 show #911 on abc #911 reader insert #evan buckley/reader #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz #evan buckley x eddie diaz x reader #Buddie x reader #buddie x reader #i can write

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thursdayinspace · 4 months ago

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Let it Fly

fic: light as clouds

the last of the fic prompts! I have to admit, I got a bit creative with this one. And I wanted to hold it back, because as it turns out, this fits perfectly into a long fic I'm writing, so let's just call this "WIP Wednesday" or a fic teaser or "Thursday feels bad about holding back a prompt fill." I will not put it on AO3 yet because there will be a lot more. The fic that this will be a part of currently has the working title "one word, nine letters" and is a post-cancer fic in which they are in an established relationship. this is part of one chapter probably close to the beginning.

tagging @today-in-fic

“Just follow me,” she says, and takes his hand.

“Where are we going?” She’s leading him down a winding path at sunset on a cold late evening and as much as he trusts her, he wants to know that she has a reason.

“To the beach,” she says simply. “You’ll see.”

She has been working hard on getting better, on regaining her strength, but he still worries: that she’s pushing herself too hard, that it’s too much for her, that her eyes will look tired again and her legs won’t be able to carry her. He knows she doesn’t want to hear that. She just wants to forget.

Forgetting is the one thing he can’t do.

The light is sunset-soft under a wide expanse of gray-blue sky. It’s beautiful out here, quiet except for the rushing of the waves and the heavy wind, the crisp sea air erasing lingering traces of hospital smell and despair from their minds. A long weekend away was a good idea, he thinks – they both need to stay still for a while, remember how to breathe.

There is a smile on her face as she sighs deeply and looks off into the distance. He looks at her. There is color in her cheeks again, and not just from the cold.

“So, what are we doing here?” he asks. Because somehow he doesn’t think they just came down here for the view.

“Melissa and I used to do this thing,” she says, her eyes still fixed on the horizon. “When things were difficult, when her boyfriend dumped her, or when I was freaking out about telling our parents about joining the FBI. It was her idea. I don’t even know when it started.” Her smile is wistful, her eyes sad, and he loves her so much he can’t stand it sometimes. “We’d climb up onto the roof, or find a hill, or go to the beach, depending on where we were at the time. We took leaves, or feathers, or whatever we had, told them our deepest worries, and let the wind blow them away.”

“That sounds nice,” he says. “Did it work?”

“It was a nice ritual,” she answers. “It eased the pain for the moment.”

“Is that why you wanted to go out this late? Because you need to let go of something?”

Her eyes are so serious as they meet his. “No, Mulder,” she says. “We’re here because you do.”

He swallows. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not.” Her hand squeezes his fingers, her gaze holding his. “You’ve been so sad lately. And -” She shrugs. “I know it’s childish. But I thought maybe – you know. At least acknowledging it – whatever it is – maybe it would help.”

There is one thing, he thinks. Among many. One thing sitting on his chest heavier than all the water in the sea, and it would take a hurricane to wash him onto shore along with the driftwood. But she wants to share something with him and they came so close to losing it all. He’ll take anything she offers. He’s so happy to still have the chance. “What do I have to do?”

She lets go of his hand to pull a feather from her pocket, a single white feather. “I found this earlier. That’s what gave me the idea.”

He takes it and examines it carefully. Such a tiny thing. It will never be able to hold the weight of the ocean. But she’s asking him to believe that it can. “Do I have to say it out loud?”

“No,” she says. “Just think it. Really hard. And then let it go.”

For a short moment, he makes himself believe that it will work. That he can go back to before, to a time where he didn’t know what it feels like to watch the love of your life dying right before your eyes. “Okay,” he says, closes his fist around the tiny feather and squeezes his eyes shut. It hurts. It will always hurt. But it’s the pain of a memory. They will make new memories now.

He opens his eyes, then opens his fist, holds out his hand into the wind. Watches as the feather is caught by a gust, upwards and away, floating on invisible currents.

Next to him, Scully is solid and real, alive, looking at him like she loves him. “What did you tell it?” she asks, and then adds, “You don’t have to tell me.”

He can’t say it. Not right now. He gave the words to the wind, to the sky, to the open air under rugged clouds that are starting to turn red with the beginning of sunset. Maybe they can come down here tomorrow morning, to watch the sun climb its way back up over the edge of the world. Now that they no longer have to worry about every sunrise being her last.

So he doesn’t speak, instead lifts a hand and gently touches his fingers to the back of her neck, to where he can feel the raised skin of her scar, the evidence of the small miracle that let her survive, that gave her back to him.

“Mulder,” she whispers, and he lets the sound of his name from her lips wash over him; no one else has ever said his name like this. He doesn’t want to hear it this way from anyone else.

He brushes her hair away from her face and answers her smile with one of his own, and as he leans down for a kiss, her breath is warm, so warm against his lips.

#txf #the x files #msr #mulder and scully #ficlet #wip wednesday #fic teaser #i know i'm using a different title #i feel like i went too far off track here i'm sorry ^^

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skeletondeerart · 2 months ago

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Sacred Waters, Sacred Hearts Chapter 2

A Male OC! Metkayina x Fem Human! Reader | Word Count: 1968

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A/N : Both Rukan and reader are in their mid 20's

" " = direct speech | ' ' = Metkayina sign language | Bold = English

It has been a fortnight since my interaction with Rukan, I had grown enamoured with him and for some unknown reason, I had begun sketching his likeness into my journals. His face was striking and angular, softened by gentle cerulean eyes that contrasted with his lean, muscular physique. He carried a powerful yet elusive aura; each movement hinting at immense strength. Tattoos adorned his left forearm and calf, symbols of pride, heritage and victory. His 2c locks were gathered into a high ponytail, and his kuru was elegantly decorated with golden pearls. It was like Eywa had woven him with her bare hands…

I think back to how we met and the Akula attack flashes in my mind; I have yet to broach the incident to Norm and Max, they had a lot of things on their plate and considering they were in the process of doing me a large favour and I didn’t want them to worry and cease my operations. I was once again off with the fairies, mindlessly doing data entries when my tablet blared out, this time it was Max’s contact.

I scrambled along the floor in my office chair, my smile wide as I awaited the news.

“(Y/N) great news, the Metkayina cells have proved compatible with life and with your DNA, we can now proceed into the gestation stage,” Max says excitedly grinning ear to ear as I gasp and nearly fall backwards.

“You serious?! Like actually – oh my Eywa I can’t believe it. I’m getting my avatar!”

“Yes (Y/n), we are serious” Norm pipes in from behind the camera, he rounds the corner holding a capped vial in his hands and inside it floats tiny eggs in some fluid. “See for yourself.”

I press my face practically into the screen trying to see the beginning of my new life, I can’t help but shed a tear at finally having the chance to experience Pandora through new eyes. The scientists grin at my joy before speaking up.

“Don’t get too hasty now… It will still take 2 years before you can pilot this thing… even with our new tech advances shortening the gestation period from 5 years.”

“I know, I know… but I can’t help but get excited about being able to dive deeper and to stay out longer, I can connect to the flora and fauna on a whole new level.” My mind flashed with visions of my future. I couldn’t help but sigh at all the possibilities. “I’ll be sure to visit the outpost in a couple of months and see the progress, I can’t wait.”

They laugh “Your excitement is infectious, we also can’t wait to see how the Metkayina cells develop, we assume it will be drastically different from Omaticaya fetus development. This is huge (Y/n), our first Metkayina avatar!” They grin before you hear some other scientists calling for them. “Ok, we’ve got to start the procedure, see you in a couple of months hey?”

“You can count on it!” I grin as my hands can’t stop trembling in excitement. The call ended and I took a walk on the shore to process this life-changing news.

I feel the sand between my bare toes and gaze across the lapping waves, the coos of Ilu and cries of Skimwing’s echo throughout the eclipse, I’m excited at the prospect of riding them one day, as the calm winds bristle against my flesh, I begin to think of everything that led me to this point.

When I took on this contract, I knew the chances of returning home to my family were slim. The post was for a couple of years but with the war and my deep love for Pandora and its inhabitants I couldn’t in my right mind get aboard the shuttle and leave this behind. I knew my purpose was not fulfilled. My parents knew I may not return. Earth was dying. Plain and simple. They wanted me to live a life worth living. Not living on a polluted rock corrupted by a couple of sick governing powers and companies.

Riddled with melancholy, I drew the photo taken moments before my deployment. My mother hugged my side affectionately and my father bore a reserved smile with a single hand on my shoulder. I knew they were pained to let me go but it was something I had to do for humanity, yet I couldn’t help but think it was already too late for Earth and all our efforts were in vain.

The water was crisp, and a swim couldn’t hurt, right? I jogged back into my home and pulled on my wetsuit leaving my tablet, just holstering my switchblade for emergencies and sinking myself into the depths.

The outside world was deafened as I submerged, I felt like I belonged here, even if I was just an alien. I had no goal in mind I just swam absorbing my surroundings, schools of fish swerved around me and I weaved through sea anemones. I reached a sandy clearing when I spotted a fishing net caught between some rocks, I looked up the connecting line to see a canoe’s shadow and the line being tugged, the line went slack before a Metkayina dives down to investigate the issue. To my surprise I recognised it at Rukan; I held the netting trying to free it when I felt finned hands grab my own. I look behind me to see Rukan as he tugs the net free, letting it float.

‘Hello tawtute, you found my lunch I see’ Rukan signs with a smile.

‘Happy to see me?’ I gesture back my smile appearing. ‘I thought your role was a patroller?’ I question.

‘Metkayina have many roles, today I hunt.’ He states before gathering the net with various small fish inside and he then slowly drags the netting to the surface pulling them onto his canoe and saying a prayer as the fish perish.

I tread water as I mutter my prayer. Rukan glances in my direction and smiles. “You seem to know how to treat Eywa’s children, I’m happy. Most tawtute do not recognise the animal's sacrifice for our meals.”

“I was taught well by the Omaticaya,” I speak fondness for Grace, Tsu’tey and Neytiri’s teachings in my early days evident in my tone.

“Why aren’t you still with them? you are far from their village.” Rukan asks, tilting his head.

I gesture around me at the vast sea. “My passion is the sea, back on Earth and now here on Pandora, I feel as if this is where I belong. Studying marine life is what I was born to do” He nods in understanding.

“I see, you respect our waters and apologised for entering our protected zones; I will keep you a secret from our leaders. But if I catch you disrespecting us or our ocean you will be on the fatal end of my spear.”

I mock salute “Clear as water~,” I say and holding my five-fingered hand over my heart “I swear on Eywa and my life in protecting and respecting these waves”

“Good. I need to head back now, we are preparing a feast. Stay safe.” Rukan nods before paddling the canoe back to the village, I stay treading momentarily as I watch his figure disappear amongst the sea foam, a smile never leaving my lips.

I dive back underwater and something glinting on the seabed catches my eye, a beautifully crafted beaded string. A song cord. Rukan’s song cord. I snatch it up before frantically boosting myself up trying to spot him but alas he was already gone. I sigh in frustration and admire each shell and pearl weaved together. I held it tightly as I returned home. I hope to see Rukan soon so I can return it to him.

POV Rukan

Upon the second meeting of the tawtute I couldn’t help but admire her passion for our seas. She was the first of her kind I have met, and she tears down all the stories that were spread from the other tribes and our merchants. Tawtute were monsters, weren’t they? Demons who took on the skins of our brothers and sisters and killed and destroyed everything they touched? So why is she so kind, that’s a mystery to me.

Eventually, the village comes into view, and I dock, other fishermen come to my aid to prepare the fish for tonight’s feast as the older adults come to pat my back ‘well done’. After completing my iknimaya all I wanted was to fulfil my duties in protecting our reef, including eliminating threats like the tawtute. Engrossed in the hustle and bustle of preparations thoughts of the girl left me. I was delegated to hang decorations. Carefully climbing on roofs to install hanging lights I was tightening the slack before a female voice spooked me from below.

“Hey Ru!” Another Metkayina female calls to me. “Here are some more woven lights.” She says waving them above her head to get my attention.

“Right with you!” I call down before unceremoniously sliding down and stumbling on my feet. She giggles covering her mouth, her tail swishing gently behind her.

“Here you go, pretty boy~” She coos, slapping me affectionately on the shoulder. My face flushes as I cough and spin back around with the lights coiled over my arm.

“Uh, thanks Säyani” I deflect before scaling the roof again.

“Alright – suit yourself then Ru” She offhandedly replies spinning on her heels and diving into the reef.

Once she’s out of earshot, I shiver and dust off the remnants of her touch. I knew what she was doing but didn’t know how to let her down easily. I may be of age, but I wasn’t interested in her as a mate. Yes, she was conventionally attractive, but she was just off-putting to me, I just couldn’t place my finger on it.

Wrapping up with decorating, the eclipse engulfed the skies, and a grand bonfire was lit, food was presented in large leaves and shells and some members began singing. Sitting near my parents we shared dishes and debriefed on recent events. Laughter and smiles took over the clan. A horn blew and we all fell silent and looked at our clan leader Tonowari.

“What a wonderful eclipse this is, I’m hoping all are enjoying the festivities and dishes prepared by our great hunters and gatherers. Tonight, we gather under Eywa’s gaze to honour the gifts of the sea, to give thanks for the harvest that sustains us, and to remember the ancestors whose spirits move with us through these waters.

Each year, the ocean blesses us, and we renew our promise to her. This feast is a promise that we honour, protect, and respect all life within our waters and that we stand together as one, tied through Eywa’s everlasting love and wisdom.

In times past, we faced storms that tested our resolve. Yet always, we rose together, finding courage not only in our hearts but in our brothers and sisters. Tonight, we celebrate as a village — a family bound through unity, resilience, and the trust we place in one another.” Tonowari booms a hand gesturing to all of us. “Enjoy my people”

Cheers and clacking of wooden cups echo into the night and everyone digs in. My gaze wanders past the reef in the direction of the tawtute’s marui. That’s when I spot it, the beginnings of a storm cell. It’s like a stone drops into my stomach at the realization of her impending doom. I glance at my parents as they talk with other clan members before I silently slink out of the gathering to bond with my skimwing, speeding off to warn her to evacuate.

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legendary-69420 · 2 months ago

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Chapter 4: The PR Game

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 2)

It was only a few weeks since the announcement of Mark joining Red Bull, and already the buzz around him and Max as a team was louder than anyone expected. With Mark and Charles’ on-track rivalry now intensifying, the fans were eating it up, especially online.

The first PR stunt was a friendly interview together, one that the team had set up. The two sat side by side, both in their Red Bull and Ferrari gear, laughing for the cameras and feeding the media with sound bites.

“I’m just warning you,” Mark grinned at Charles, “I’ve got a lot more jokes lined up for this season. It’s gonna be unbearable.”

Charles rolled his eyes, but there was a smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh, I’ve been preparing. Mentally and emotionally. Don’t worry.”

The interviewer chuckled, glancing at the fan-submitted questions on their cue cards. “The fans are really excited to see the two of you on the grid together again. They’ve been… very active online.”

Mark glanced at Charles, and they both knew what “active” meant — the ship comments, the fan theories, and the endless jokes flooding social media.

“Oh, yeah?” Mark leaned in, flashing a smirk at the camera. “Anything juicy?”

The interviewer laughed, flipping through the cards. “Well, one fan wrote, ‘Charles and Mark, who’s better at handling the media attention?’”

“I think it’s obvious,” Mark started, but Charles cut in smoothly.

“Definitely me,” Charles teased, his grin widening. “Mark’s terrible at it.”

“Hey!” Mark feigned offense, poking Charles’ arm. “I’m great with the media! I give the people what they want.”

Charles raised an eyebrow. “By singing Material Girl in a club?”

The whole crew burst into laughter, and the comments on social media were already going viral.

Instagram Live Comments:

@speedy_girl1987: “CHARLES CALLING OUT MARK LIKE THAT, I'M DYING”

@MarkSpencerFans: “OMG THEY’RE LIKE AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE ALREADY!!”

@Charles_Leclercx_Fan: “Mark, we all LOVED the Material Girl performance, ignore him 😂 #BestNightEver”

@queenf1_fan: “PR stunt? More like PR flirting. You two better KISS on camera, I’m begging.”

@F1Rumor_HQ: “Everyone in the room seeing that sexual tension is palpable 👀👀”

The interview moved on to the next fan question.

“Alright, next one: ‘If you had to pick one teammate to be stuck on a deserted island with, who would you choose?’”

Charles laughed, already shaking his head. “Don’t make me choose.”

Mark shot a look at him, mockingly clutching his chest. “Wow, I’m right here.”

“No, I mean—” Charles backtracked, clearly trying to navigate the question. “Well, Mark would be good at keeping things entertaining, but Max… Max might actually help me survive.”

“Okay, I see how it is,” Mark said, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Charles doesn’t appreciate my survival skills. Noted.”

Twitter Fan Reactions:

@RedBull_Racing_Fan: “Mark really out here acting like a drama queen and Charles is just DONE with him. They’re comedy gold, I swear.”

@ferrari_forever: “CHARLES SAYING MAX WOULD HELP HIM SURVIVE. MARK I’M SORRY, BUT YOU’RE JUST HERE FOR VIBES 😂”

@Fan_fiction_HQ: “Get them on a deserted island ASAP and let’s see how long before they really appreciate each other…”

@Formula_1_Memes: “This interview is like a sitcom with the way Mark and Charles banter back and forth.”

After the interview, they moved on to the photoshoot part of the PR day. The team had organized some promotional shots, but the candid moments between Charles and Mark were the ones that stole the show. They’d laugh between takes, Mark trying to make Charles break his serious face while posing.

During one moment, the photographer caught Mark casually slinging an arm around Charles’ shoulder, pulling him close in a friendly hug.

“Oh, we’ll break the internet with this one,” Mark said, grinning at the camera.

Charles, smiling faintly, shook his head. “You’re going to be insufferable this season, aren’t you?”

“You love it.”

Behind-the-scenes footage later posted on Instagram:

Mark messing with Charles’ hair during the shoot.

Charles trying to stay composed while Mark makes funny faces behind him.

Mark pretending to "model" in exaggerated poses until Charles pushes him off-screen, both of them laughing.

Instagram Comments:

@MarkSpencerFans: “Okay but the way they’re so comfortable with each other now??? This is what we LIVE FOR”

@F1_PR_teams: “These two make the best PR team ever! The energy is unreal.”

@Ferrari_Nation: “I think Charles was actually smiling the whole time for once! WHAT IS THIS SORCERY, MARK?!”

@ThirstyF1Fans: “Mark. Stop. Touching. Charles. I can’t HANDLE THIS.” ---

By the end of the day, Mark and Charles had wrapped up their PR obligations, but their chemistry and ease with each other were undeniable. The internet buzz was louder than ever, their interactions fueling both shippers and die-hard fans alike.

As they walked off set, Charles nudged Mark. “You’re really enjoying this, huh?”

Mark laughed. “Can’t help it. You’re just so much fun to mess with.”

Charles shook his head, but he couldn’t hide the smirk on his face. “You better bring this energy to the track, Spencer.”

“Trust me,” Mark replied with a wink, “I’ve got plenty more where that came from.”

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lynn-vdg · 4 months ago

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HALLO!!! Im Reading the jjk manga right now so just checking in because it has invaded my brain and rraaaaaaaah jjk jjk jjk… 😭 I BLAME U FOR THIS (I love jjk)

First of all, I LOVE THAT LAWYER SORCERER, he seems genuinely cool and he just reminds me of ace attorney tbh, Edgeworth if he was a jjk character FOR REAL

And this panel is also SO CUTE ONG.. YOU WERE RIGHT YES I AGREE WITH THE FACT THAT CHOSO IS THE BEST. Yuji deserves his brothers for realsies, THEY ARE BOTH AWESOME. And I keep seeing stuff saying how Todo VS Choso would go down, but I kinda think Todo would respect Choso (and ask for his workout routine MAHAHAH)

I’m even starting to get MY FRIENDS to watch it. DeterminedFanartist, aka my pookie 4evahs, IS ALSO WATCHING IT RIGHT NOW!!! My irl bruh called Choso “Cheese” and they ALL SIMP OVER GOJO. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY IRLS SIMP OVER GOJO IT IS CRAAZZZYY…

Maki’s power up WAS DESERVED and oh mah lord… I’m on chapter 202 AND KENJAKU WAS MANIPULATING MAH AMERICAN GOVERNMENT IS KENJAKU 2024 REAL?!?!! 🤩🤩🤩🤩 He’d be my president 🫡🫡🫡🇺🇸🇺🇸🏈🏈🏈🌎🌎🔫🔫🔫💪💪💪

About to read chapter 203 and… no… wtf like IT IS ALREADY STARTING OFF LIKE THIS. A “you will die” IN ANY MANGA THAT ISN’T STATED TO THE MAIN CHARACTER IS NOT GOOD NEWS…

Praying… praying right now I know EVERYONE is dying in this series but pllleaaseee GEGE LET ME HAVE THIS ONE THING PLEASE PLEASE DON’T TAKE HIIIMMMM PLEASE NO NO NO PPPLLEAASEEE 💔💔💔😭😭😭😭😭💔🥺🥺🥺😢😔😔😱😱😢😢😔😔😔😔

Anyways you weren’t lying when you said you were in your inactive arc, hoping you join me back soon DON’T LEAVE ME HERE MICHAEL MICHAEEEEEEELLLL 🔥🔥🔥🔥

I AM ALWAYS RIGHT! MY TASTE IN MEN IS IMPECCABLE! 😈 And yeah you”re SO RIGHT I fucking LOVE Higuruma (Miles edgeworth looking ass.) I don’t know how Gege always cooks so hard when it comes to characters 😩, Yuji’s and Choso’s relationship especially, HE’S THE COOK WHO COOKED UP OTHER COOKS 🙏 And i’m glad my jjk brainrot virus is spreading throughout the utmv/utc or whatever the flippio you call it at this point-

Also my fucking GOAT Maki out here destroying those dumbass sexists is absolute GIRL. BOSS. BEHAVIOR.

Ya better read up, cause in 3 weeks JJK ENDS. actually crazy but it’s true 😭 I miss it already….

Also, another suggestion, if you haven’t watched or read it is Jojo’s bizarre adventure 🤑, outside of part 1 which I dislike and part 3 which was boooooring, part 4 onwards is absolute peak, ESPECIALLY part 7 and 8 (sadly no anime for those yet 😔)

As for my inactive arc, i’ll try to revive more often, because i’ve actually just straight up been DEAD outside of looking at some random notifications I got, ALSO WHAT RLLY PISSES ME OFF IS WHEN I GET A NOTIFICATION ABOUT A SPECIFIC POST AND I CLICK ON IT AND IT JUST TAKES ME TO MY FEED, Like bitch I came to look at a specific post not search up that specific account and go through their posts 😭

As for why i’ve been dead eeehhh it’s mostly just I forgot a bit about Tumblr and started using Discord a whole lot more, not to mention i’m working on utc games 🤑 (Oh fuck, i’m in the money! I love money 🤑)

Now, my final question before I dump my doodles on you…

“Are you brainrotted because you’re 3dogbones, or are you 3dogbones because you’re brainrotted.”

I would post more doodles but there’s a 10 image limit 😭

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elina-sakura · 2 months ago

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Rain Code: Spin The Wheel

So a while ago, I did a Spin the Wheel concept of my own with the Rain Code cast that appeared in the main game. And it turned out interesting, so I’ve decided to post my results, along with some ramblings about the said results. Spoilers for Rain Code.

Protagonist: Fubuki Clockford

Support (Shinigami): Kurumi Wendy

Support (Informant): Dr. Huesca

Chapter 0 Cast

Yakou Furio

Zange Eraser

Waruna (hitwoman)

Yuma Kokohead

Pucci Lavmin

Nocturnal Detective Agency

Chief Kurane

Makoto Kagutsuchi

Iruka

Guillaume Hall

Halara Nightmare

Peacekeepers

Director Margulaw

Vice Director Yomi Hellsmile

Shinigami (Chapter 0)

Zilch Alexander (Chapter 1)

Karen (Intern)

Aphex Logan

Chapter 1 Cast

The Priest

Melami Goldmine

Seth Burroughs (The Nail Man)

The Nun (The Copycat)

Chapter 2 Cast

Martina Electro

The Servant (Victim)

Icardi

The Worshipper

Chapter 3 Cast

Shachi

Dominic Fulltank

Servan

Yoshiko (Murderer)

Swank Catsonell (Victim)

Chapter 4 Victim

Desuhiko Thunderbolt

Vivia Twilight (motivator for murder/died from Amaterasu/Peacekeepers)

!!Rambling Time!!

I’m happy one of the NDA is the protagonist, and it’s Fubuki! And her Shinigami is Kurumi, so it’s an adorable, wholesome girl squad! We can even get fun RPG references, and Kurumi can do wholesome games for clues. But also moral conflict because neither would be up for murdering, and Fubuki feeling guilty for relying on Kurumi to solve the mysteries in exchange of the culprits’ souls.

With how the criminals from Chapters 0-2 (basically three chapters), there would be a build up of the girls slowly accepting that perhaps culprits dying is fine as long as they no longer hurt people for their own benefits (yes, I am going to frame Chapter 2 less sympathetic as opposed to in-game, which makes it the turning point of the girls starting to accept that the end justifies the mean, before that is once again challenged in Chapter 3).

It’s funny how the three Aetheria Trio somehow still ended up being murderers at the end of the day (or two out of three if we count killer!Waruna being an imposter tho).

I was so sad when I spun the wheel for Chapter 0, and both Yuma and Yakou ended up in the cast, meaning they die😭 Also, Pucci and Zange could not escape their fates.

Though Yuma ending up as a Chapter 0 victim actually sets up a great characterization for Makoto in this AU (who I’ve decided will be the complex, Ch 4 character because I say so). Where in this Swap AU, Makoto and Yuma are twin brothers who worked as Master Detectives in the WDO. So when Yuma ended up dying on the Amaterasu Express, it broke Makoto. To the point he wears a mask to hide his face because he has the exact same face as his now late brother he can’t bear to see anymore. Perhaps he’s even antagonistic towards Fubuki because she survived the Amaterasu Express Massacre, and is resentful how she’s the one who gets out alive, like she’s been exchanged to live instead of his precious twin. Maybe Chapter 4, he decides to exact his revenge on the Peacekeepers for all the murder they have done, including Yuma, and end it once and for all. And considering he has Coalescence as well, perhaps he may even get the same power as Fubuki and end up literally clashing swords in the Mystery Labyrinth.

Funny story, when I was spinning for the swap!NDA, I was getting like all females with only Makoto as the only male, and I was kind of praying to the wheel to give me another male, or at least another gender. And guess who the last gender that ends up joining (or staying in this case) in the NDA.

Dr. Huesca being the informant actually sounds right when you think further on it. Like perhaps his characterization can be based on the glimpse heel-turn self we’ve seen from the recorded video, where he once again (or perhaps remembered) how far his experiment had went and decided to call it quit. He’s still a mad scientist, but now has a (very shaky) moral compass and is more morally grey.

Kurane being Chief is also very fitting because it was mentioned/implied she has some interest in detective works (I understand it’s probably more so playing as a Detective as a character, but I hc she has interest in detective work as well). But also kind of funny and sad because the NDA now has a prodigal child detective who is a theater kid and obsessed with romance novels as their only Detective Chief in Kanai Ward. And to add relationship between her and Vivia, perhaps Vivia took Kurane in as her apprentice when she was younger, which helped lead to her becoming a WDO Detective, and leading up to her becoming the Chief when Vivia dies during an investigation on Amaterasu. Or, if I want to be original, perhaps Vivia is separated from his soul and body, and they’re both being preserved in Amaterasu. Who knows🤷🏼‍♀️

And Yomi Hellsmile is honestly really fitting as Vice Director because he can be that sadistic, power-hungry we know and love. Desiring to become the next Director of the Peacekeepers and trying to off Director Margulaw. I even got an idea that perhaps maybe he teams up with a certain, grieving Master Detective to help overthrow Margulaw (because I kind of imagine the CEO would not be dumb enough to give someone like Yomi power like that). Not entirely sure if I want to make Margulaw a corrupt Director or a benevolent Director (or in-between) because I want to avoid making his characterization from being too close to my Director Yakou’s characterization I’m currently/planning.

Finally, for Chapter 3, I’m imagining how it can play out is that Swank Catsonell was once the leader of the Resistance, but he was terrible at it. He was selfish and greedy and was fine with causing more destruction that leads to more problems for Dohya District. Shachi, one of the Resistance leaders, was against Swank’s methods and was planning to overthrow him, alongside Dominic Fulltank and Yoshiko. However, after Swank nearly went too far on something (maybe having a hand in the NDA blowing up or something), Yoshiko decides to take action and kill Swank herself. After she dies, Shachi is the one who gives the request that leads to motivate him to become the new Resistance Leader.

#master detective archives: rain code #rain code #spin the wheel #Fubuki Clockford #Kurumi Wendy #Dr. Huesca #master detective archives: rain code spoilers #rain code spoilers #I’m not tagging everyone sorry #rain code swap AU

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dp-marvel94 · 14 days ago

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Graveyard of Identities- Chapter 10

Summary:

Danny should feel lucky to be alive. After a month held captive by Vlad, barely remembering his life before, and nearly dying in his escape, he is finally safe, with friends in the Far Frozen. And yet, dread gnaws at him- a massive revelation at the edge of his consciousness, forgotten until the dead of night. It was a lie. All a lie. His past, his memories: all false. Amity Park, his friends and family: all real but… not his. The secret locks in his throat, unthinkable. He stays silent while the yetis welcome him as one of their own. But they do not know. And he can not tell them. He is not the Danny they think he is. He is not Danny at all.

Word Count: 5889

Previous Chapter

Also on A03 and Fanfiction.net

Note: I forgot I had one more chapter of this to post. Oops. 😅

Six months later.

“DawnSpark!” Two of the warriors waved across the dining hall, calling his name.

“IceFang. Mirri.” The half ghost nodded at the two, smiling. “How are you this morning?”

“Excellent!” Icefang grinned with his usual enthusiasm.

“I am doing great!” Mirri pumped a fist to the sky. “Most excited for training day.” She lowered her hand, fixing eager eyes on the boy. “Do you want to join us?”

“We have new targets.” Icefang gave a playful grin. “Ones which will not explode if shot by lightning.”

“That was one time.” DawnSpark rolled his eyes. “And, can we make it a quick workout after dinner? I’m helping Mama and Crys with the little ones. We’re taking them to see the Mammoths.” His eyes practically sparkled with thought.

“That will be great fun.” The warrior woman said with a laugh. “Best of luck.” She gave a wink. “Those cubs can be a handful.”

“We’ve got it covered.” The half ghost shook his head. Still he smiled at the words. “Thanks though.” Then, his head tilted, noticing the cub’s teacher waving at him from the doorway. “Crys is calling me. See you two later.”

“We will meet after last meal.” Icefang cheered with a wave. “Have a wonderful day.”

With a genial wave, DawnSpark parted from the two warriors. Papa Frostbite had been right. The warrior had just needed time to adjust. With the truth revealed, they had stopped calling him Great One almost overnight. And they did still adore their resident half ghost.

“Good morning, Dawnie.” CrystalBreeze greeted, reaching down to playfully ruffle the boy's hair. “How is my favorite little sibling?”

The half ghost rolled his eyes at the endearment, even as it warmed his heart. Not that he would ever be caught dead saying that. “Super excited to see some mammoths!” He beamed, almost vibrating from the excitement.

“I think you’re more excited than the cubs.” Crys chuckled.

The two chatted, making their way to the nursery to wait for parents to drop off their little ones. Soon, their other chaperone joined.

“Mama.” Both yeti and half ghost greeted Periwinkle.

The yeti woman smiled, greeting both with a hug. “I am very excited to spend the day with both of my boys.”

“Me too.” DawnSpark agreed, returning the hug.

Minutes later, the children arrived.

“Dawn!” “Dawnie!” “DawnSpark!” A dozen high pitched voices cheered different versions of his name.

“Hi WinterHill. Icicle. GlacierPaw.” The half ghost greeted the different kids. He opened his arms, accepting clinging hugs and ruffling tiny yeti heads. “Are you excited to see the mammoths?”

“Yes!” One child raised arms, stars in her eyes. “They’re so big and furry.”

“They’re not going to stomp on us, are they?” Another asked, a paw unsuccessfully holding back a giggle.

“Dawnie will bite them if they try!” A third kid proudly proclaimed.

The half ghost flashed fangs, one of the new additions to his ghost form. “You think I can get through all that fur?”

“Yes!”

Dawn grimaced, playfully exaggerated. “I don’t want a mouth full of fur! That’s gross.”

“That’s why you give them the claws.” The caretaker interrupted, motioning to the half ghost’s sharp fingernails. “Not that anyone is getting close enough for that to be a concern.” CrystalBreeze quirked a brow seriously.

“No.” “Course not.” “Never!” A series of negatives followed.

“Everyone is here.” Periwinkle said, cutting in. “Are we ready to set out?”

A twenty minute walk across the tundra found the group standing atop a cliff.

“Wow.” The half ghost’s breath caught at the sight. “They’re… incredible.”

For once, the children didn’t yell in excitement, just as caught up in awe.

In the valley below, pines surrounded a wide, bubbling stream. Squirrels chitted, leaping between branches. A crow spread its wings and cawed. A mundane enough scene DawnSpark might see in any of many forests in the material world… if not for the herd of mammoths grazing.

Using their long noses, some reached for bushes and branches, stripping needles with a dexterity of hands. One mammoth pushed against a tree with its massive trunk and tusks. The half ghost held his breath as the foliage shook, trunk swaying. With a deafening crash, roots tore free of the soil. Such a breath-taking display of might.

And yet at the same time… the boy’s eyes softened, rounding with concern. A small calf, barely reaching the adults knees, struggled at the muddy edge of the stream. The little one lifted its trunk, letting out a sad trumpet. It strained to climb out of the water. But only for a moment. Half a dozen trunks lowered to offer help, easily pulling the calf free.

Two calves chase each other. Mammoths drink from the stream, lifting trunks to spray water at each other. Massive ears flapped, trumpeting bellows ringing off the cliff.

The sound sent goosebumps prickling over DawnSpark. He listened attentively while Mama Periwinkle explained what the trumpeting meant, the mammoth’s yearly migration, what the creatures ate.

“Every year we offer a crop of mushrooms, ginsdo, and arugula for milk. 100 pounds for 100 gallons.” The yeti explained.

“And you make that last a whole year.” The boy mused. “No wonder it's such a delicacy.”

The cubs peppered the woman with their own questions. They ate a picnic lunch, watching while the calves rolled in the mud. Many eyes fixed, still wide with awe. But soon, attentions waned.

“Take that!” Two cubs clashed sticks together, a mock sword fight.

Others made piles of rock and pine needles, mock houses for improvised stick dolls.

The two yeti adults and the teen wrangled, making sure no curious children wandered down the cliff or poked out an eye.

“That stick is really sharp.” DawnSpark frowned at one of the kid’s offered ‘dolls.’ He balled up some mud and grass, forming a rough head. “That’s better. So what’s the story here?”

“Maria and BlueTree are gonna sneak into the castle and steal all the socks.” One yeti said with complete confidence.

“Can Danielle come?” The boy shook his figure gently, making it walk forward. “She’s good in a fight.”

“Yeah. She can be look out…”

By the time Cry announced they were ready to go, DawnSpark was covered in grass and pine needles. He’d been used as a napkin and had had to tell Icicle to stop putting sticks in her mouth seven times. But…

“That’s… that’s awesome.” He laughed, holding his side. “Great Sock Fairy.” He bowed, putting on a regal voice. “Please, please let us… us present you with this great… bounty.”

DawnSpark could not think of a better way to spend a day.

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“Yes! Bull’s eye!” The half ghost pumped his still-sparking fist in the air, to loud whoops of celebration.

True to his word, DawnSprak joined the warriors for some quick target practice after dinner.

“See? I told you these were heartier targets.” Icefang grinned. “Wonderful aim!”

“Give it another go.” Mirri encouraged, slapping him on the back.

The comradery bolstered the boy. “I’ve got this!” He pulled on his core, sending the crackling energy down his arm. It surged from his palm and the air filled with the smell of ozone. Another bull’s eye.

More shouts of congratulations. Paws ruffled his hair, approvingly jostled his shoulder, cuffed his back.

DawnSpark looked up, an appreciation blooming for each admiring face. “Let’s make it three for three.”

Once more, lightning sparked. It crackled through the air, an electric blue flash filling his vision. With a boom, it impacted.

The celebration was deafening. As sweeping and all encompassing as when he’d shoot the IceWorm, but this time, the admiration did not hurt.

“Guys! Guys! Put me down.” He laughed, core ringing with happiness even as he asked the warriors to lower him off their shoulders. “Put me down!”

Soon enough, the warriors did so. With more congratulations, the group started to part.

Then… Frostbite’s hand clasped his shoulder. “Good job, my son.”

Dawn’s heart just about melted. “Thanks, Papa.” He smiled up at his parent. “Let’s go home.”

The two floated down the now familiar beaten path. Passed the shrine, the shattered statue long since cleared away. Passed the lone memorial stone, DawnSpark’s own little graveyard of past identities. Into the massive cave complex which housed all of the Far Frozen’s residents. To the door, with its diamond-shaped carving and gently swirling symbols marking it as Frostbite’s.

Home was his Papa and Mama’s chambers.

“Did you have a good practice?” Mama asked, from the doorway of Dawn’s room.

His chambers, own little human safe bedroom and bathroom, sat right in between the two yeti’s set of rooms. Another impossible coincidence set the two lairs beside each other for the past centuries. Not unfriendly neighbors but by no means close until their shared charge rearranged things. Frostbite had sacrificed a little used sitting room and Periwinkle a quite sizable walk-in closet, both to make room for their child.

“Yeah!” The boy beamed, giving her a quick hug. “It was great. I made three bullseyes in a row.”

“That is wonderful.” Periwinkle smiled, a wonderful sincere thing. “It sounds like you had fun.”

“I did!” A yawn broke through. “I’m definitely tired though.”

“You can get ready for bed now.” Frostbite added gently.

“And call us after.” Mama tilted her head, asking gently. “Would you like us to tuck you in?”

“Umm… maybe.” The boy blushed, embarrassed green rising to his ears. “No. I don’t need…”

He remembered a conversation with Sleetsun and the other yetis about his apparent age.

“Your parents still tuck you in and kiss you goodnight?” The chef’s apprentice jabbed at one of his friends. “That’s so embarrassing.”

Wanting goodnight kisses and bedtime stories was not typical for an adolescent, someone almost apprentice age but…

“Do not be embarrassed.” His mama comforted. She knelt, placing a paw on his cheek. “You are still young. With your past, you deserve all the childhood we can give you.”

His papa offered a smile, just as soft. “Please, let yourself enjoy this comfort.”

“Alright.” DawnSpark nodded, still blushing. “I’ll call you when I’m ready for bed.”

The half ghost got dressed for bed, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and…

“I’m ready!” Dawn yelled.

Frostbite and Periwinkle came from the doors on either side and together, they put him to bed.

“And so they lived happily ever after.” Frostbite finished the bedtime story. “Good night, little phoenix.” The yeti planted a kiss on his forehead.

“Good night, my child.” Periwinkle offered a goodnight kiss as well.

“Good night.” DawnSpark mumbled, already sleepy.

He drifted off, a soft smile on his face. Happy memories, his own memories, flitted in his head. Eating meals with his new family. Helping pick crystal apples in the garden. Watching the phoenix take her first wobbly flight from her nest, a drawing of the moment taking shape in his treasured notebook . This was it. This was life. It really didn’t get better than this.

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And yet…

“Recovery is rarely linear, Danny.” A half-remembered conversation with Jazz. “It’s not uncommon to relapse. For everything to seem fine one minute, then…” The red-head bit her lip. “A hard day, misplaced word even, and everything hits you again.”

DawnSpark… he was DawnSpark again, not Danny… gasped, suddenly under glass.

“What?” He strained against restraints. “Where-”

“Really Danielle?” Vlad tsked and the boy froze. “There is no need to struggle. You will not escape those restraints.”

Danielle? His foggy mind scrambled. Then… a glimpse of white hair, of neon green through his chamber door.

“Why are you doing this!?” A familiar, high pitched voice yelled.

“You lasted so much longer than the other experiments.” Vlad mused more to himself than the girl. “If I melt you down and examine the remains…” He poked at the liquifying hand.

The girl shrieked, trying to pull away. “Don’t touch me!”

The man tsked again. “Maybe I can determine how to stabilize the next clones.” Vlad rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then he shook his head. “What did I just say, Danielle? Stop struggling.”

Danielle? That name again…

“Stop touching me!” The girl… Danielle… yelled again, struggling harder. “I’m not your…. Your experiment!”

“Listen here, clone girl.” Vlad growned, turning into Plasmuis.

Clone. She was another clone. Like him…

“You only have your name, Danielle, because I gave it to you.”

Danielle…. The only other surviving clone…

“You only exist because of me.” The man flashed sharp teeth. “I will do what I please with you.”

She was… she was melting in front of his eyes, dripping into green.

“I will melt you down if it pleases me. I will melt down every clone in this lab if it so pleases me.”

Melting…. A wet tingle in his hands and feet. A rapid pulsing in his chest. A growing burn… DawnSpark looked down. Barely visible, unable to turn his head, but…

“I will dissolve you, until you are nothing.”

He was melting. He was melting too.

“Just a stain on my table to serve my purposes.”

Green ate up his arms and legs, bleeding onto his chest. The tip of his nose wavered, turning a sicky neon.

“And why? Because you are mine.” Each word twisted his heart, a cruel knife blow.

DawnSpark, he was melting. He was dying. And… watching, the only other like him suffering the same fate not ten feet from him. He… he could do nothing.

“You. Belong…”

Plasmius’ hateful glare, Danielle’s pleading face.

“To. Me.”

“No! Stop!” DawnSpark jolted up with a cry. “Stop.” His very present heart pounded in his ears, eyes blurry. It was dark. Where-

“DawnSpark.” Papa’s voice, from his left.

The boy blinked, eyes adjusting to the darkness. Frostbite stood in the doorway, eyes wide with concern.

“Just… just a nightmare.” DawnSpark managed to stammer.

The adults walked forward, taking a set beside him in the bed.

Papa leaned over, wrapping the boy in his arms. “I am sorry little one.”

For a long moment, DawnSpark let his breathing slow, his heart rate slow. Finally, he let out a shaky sigh, his tense shoulders relaxing.

“What nightmare awoke you this time?” Frostbite asked gently. “A new memory?”

“Luckily no.” The boy shivered at the words.

Remembering where the wail actually came from had been… rough. The Nasty Burger in flames, the twisted amalgamation of his face and Plasmius’. It was no wonder he’d cried and screamed to the point of almost losing his voice. Not that that was the only time new borrowed memories welled up and brought him to tears

“Was it destabilizing? Vlad?” The last word came quietly, with the yeti chief’s typical protective chill.

“Yeah.” DawnSpark grimaced, the older half ghost’s deranged face flashing in his mind’s eye. “He said I belong to him.”

“You do not.” Frostbite’s grip on him tightened, voice as seriously protective as it was comforting. “You only belong to yourself.”

“I know. I know.” They had been over this many times. With the Far Frozen behind him, Vlad would never touch him again. If only the certainty would keep his heart from pounding in fear at the thought of the man. “But it wasn’t just that.” The boy bit his lip. “Danielle, she was there too.”

The yeti man’s head tilted in question for just a moment. Then… “Ah yes, you mentioned her.” He hummed, remembering. “The other surviving clone, yes?”

“Yeah, I never met her, not that I remember.” Although… with that dream, he had to wonder. Had he been in his chamber, not yet stabilized, when Vlad used Valerie to recapture Danielle? DawnSpark shook his head, dismissing the question. “I was in Vlad’s lab, in one of the cloning chambers. And he had her on the table. She was melting and… and he wanted to study her to figure out why she wasn’t dead yet.” His stomach twisted at the words, sickened. “I’m pretty sure that actually happened. But Danny and the Red Huntress saved her. Danny used something his dad made to stabilize her and…” He trailed off, a sneaking realization wrinkling his brow.

“What is it?” Frostbite gently prodded him to continue.

“From Danny’s memories… I’m pretty sure she ran off somewhere by herself. She’s somewhere. I don’t know where and… she’s alone.” The thought formed a pit in his stomach. “She’s younger than me and… she’s just… out there, traveling by herself.”

Escaping Vlad, escaping death by destabilization, and… finding yourself alone. Dawn’s core ached in empathy. He knew exactly how it felt. He’d also escaped, also survived but…

He looked up at Frostbite, his adoptive papa. “I’ve… I’ve got you and Mama. And everyone else here but… who does Dani have? Does she even have anyone?”

“She could have you.” The yeti suggested. “You could use the Infi-map to find her and bring her here.” The words were gentle and easy, already a forgone conclusion. “I am sure we could find room for another half ghost.”

“What? Bring her here?” The boy blinked, eyes widened. “Why… why hadn’t I thought of that before?”

It would be so easy, just a quick trip with the map. A quick trip back to the human world and he could meet the only other clone, the only other one like him. And… and she wouldn’t have to be alone, with no one to help her. He could… he could help him.

Mama’s words, that night he saw the phoenix burn, bloomed in his mind.

I understood what Grandfather meant by no pain being wasted. I could help my friend in a way no Zone-born ghost could.

Maybe… maybe he could help Danielle in a way no one else could. Maybe… all that pain wasn’t for nothing.

The Divine has a way of making even our deepest scars beautiful.

“Papa, that’s genius. We should… we should go find her.” DawnSpark lifted the covers, rising to float out of the bed.

“Now, wait-” Frostbite started.

“Umph!” Immediately the half ghost flopped back down, pulled by gravity. “Why’s my flight being… weird?” His brow wrinkled, staring at his non-glowing hands. “When did I turn human?”

No wonder his heart beat was so present and his body felt so gravity bound.

“Sometime during your sleep, I suppose.” Papa offered. “It is not the first time.”

“I usually notice before now.” The boy frowned, running fingers through his black hair. “I guess that nightmare got to me more than I thought.”

“It is alright.” Frostbite put a comforting paw on the boy’s shoulder. “Much is on your mind.” He raised a brow. “I suggest you sleep before any more excitement.”

“Yeah.” Dawn yawned, still tired despite the burst of energy. “Thanks. I feel better.” He laid the covers back over his legs.

“Of course, little one.” Papa stood, leaning forward to kiss his son’s forehead. “I wish you better dreams.”

The boy yawned again, burying his head in his flurry pillow. He let out a contented sigh, already falling back into sleep. Almost before the door to his room closed, better dreams did greet him.

The earth’s bright yellow sun and blue sky.

Cool grass under his feet, breeze rustling the bright flowers.

Feet firmly planted on the ground, playing tag with a giggling girl with a face like his.

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DawnSpark awoke, still solid, still human. He rubbed his cheek against his pillow, savoring the softness, the warmth of his bed. It was so comfortable, the coziness contrasted all the more pleasantly with the slight chill on his nose.

And each sensation…. As a human, each sense had a richer color, a deeper tangibility. Every brush of fabric against his skin, every tick of the clock by his bed, every warm breath puffed against his pillow.

He… he missed this. The feeling suddenly hit him, a longing ache. It had ebbed and flowed before, in the past months. Some mornings he could return to ghost form without a thought , or he didn’t bother to change before sleeping in the first place. But this day…. the thought of spending his whole day as a ghost form made his heart hurt.

Quickly, DawnSpark looked at his clock. 7:30 am. Papa was at the training field now with the warriors for morning exercises. Mama was probably taking the opportunity to rest longer, reading or sewing or painting. Or she was out at the Ice Drake pin, helping Laura with the creature’s breakfast. Either way, the two adults would expect the boy in the dining room for breakfast in thirty minutes. And he would have to transform out of human form to safely leave his room.

That was what made his heart ache, not his ghost form, but being barred from being human in his own home. DawnSpark buried his head in his pillow again, enjoying the tactile warmth of the bed, the steady beat of his heart for just a few more minutes. Fifteen, twenty more minutes, that would have to be enough. But…

Warm yellow sun on his face, the earthy smell of dirt after rain, the rustling of wind through the trees. The images, from dream, from memory both real and borrowed, assaulted his mind.

His brief, happy dream played on repeat. Running in a field with Danielle, playing a human game in his human body. It took on a bittersweet tone. He still wanted to meet her, wanted to find and help her but…

DawnSpark sighed, wondering. Where was she? What was she doing? She had run off to see the world, to try new things, to meet new people. What wonders of the human world had she seen?

Some minutes later, a knock came at his door. “I hadn’t heard you stirring yet. Are you feeling well?” Mama’s voice held just a hint of concern. “May I come in?”

The boy sighed again, propping himself up on an elbow. “You can come in.”

The door swung open, the yeti woman’s eyes searching him. The look of worry deepened. “You look troubled.” She approached, pulling his desk chair to the side of the bed. “Was it your nightmare last night?”

DawnSpark blushed, pushing himself into a sitting position. “You heard that?”

“Yes.” Periwinkle nodded. “Frostbite came to comfort you before I could. I did not hear any of the conversation but I know you were upset.” She reached out to brush hair from his forehead . “What about the dream is still troubling you?”

“It’s not really the dream itself… even if it was awful.” The boy grimaced. “Vlad was torturing Danielle, the other clone I told you about, and I couldn’t do anything.” He shook his head, pushing away the sickening image. “It made me remember… Danielle’s somewhere in the human world, traveling by herself, alone.” Again, the idea sent a heart twisting dread through him, but he pressed on. “Papa suggested using the Infi-map to find her and bring her here.”

“I see.” Mama smiled encouragingly. “Collecting Danielle and bringing her here is a wonderful idea.”

Despite the words, the half ghost still frowned, worriedly picking at his nails.

Periwinkle picked up on the discomfort. “There is more, isn’t there?” She took his hand, a squeeze of fingers bolstering him.

DawnSpark swallowed. “I really want to find Danielle. I really want to help her, make sure she’s not alone but…” He imagined appearing before Danielle, hands open, an offer of safety in the Ghost Zone. “What if she doesn’t want to come back to the Far Frozen? Or…” The idea dawned, a churning, almost queasy outpour of the longing in his core. “What if I wanted to go explore with her?”

For just a moment, Periwinkle’s eyes widened, alarmed. Then her expression calmed, face morphing into something contemplative. “What brought this on?” She finally asked.

“I miss being human.” DawnSpark bit his lip, looking down at his blunted nails. “I miss the human world. I miss the sun and the grass and the birds. I miss the real stars and trying new human food. And…” The almost startling realization stilled his breath. “I’ve only met two other humans, Vlad and Danny. And neither are even fully human but… I remember being around other humans from Danny’s memories. I think…I miss other people.”

“I can understand that.” Mama’s brow twitched, a complicated mix of empathy, worry, and something hard. “I am of the dead and I also used to miss the material world right after arriving here.”

“So you get it?” DawnSpark’s eyes widened hopefully. “I love you and Papa so much. You’ve taken such good care of me. I… I don’t know where I’d be without you. And I love the Far Frozen. But…” He… he could hardly believe he was asking this, he was indulging this idea. It was so sudden, almost like a whim. And yet… “I need to help Danielle. I need to go back to the human world. I need to be human.”

And yet, this had been a long time coming, starting back the first time he transformed after arriving here. With every night he returned to human form, savoring that little bit of freedom. And back when he remembered Danielle, the only other like him…. That had given him the strength to start thinking of himself as someone different from Danny, to crawl out of the shadow of his original’s identity. He’d fought and slowly accepted himself as his own person, someone new. All that pain, all that struggle… maybe this, being able to help the only other like him, maybe this was what it all was for.

For a long minute, Mama considered his words, meeting his eyes. The half ghost fought to keep looking, to convey all his seriousness, his determination in his gaze. In the end, he broke her gaze, looking back down at his hands.

The woman finally sighed. “I know what I would say if you were a full ghost, to embrace what you have now, not what you have left behind.”

Disappointment wavered, his shoulders falling.

“But…” Mama was not finished. “You are not a full ghost.”

Breath catching, DawnSpark looked up. New resolve shone in his eyes. “No. I am not.”

“Think on if this is what you really want.” Periwinkle said, the weight of the decision in her words.

“I will.” The boy promised.

She nodded seriously. “I will talk with Frostbite and try to convince him.”

DawnSpark blinked, surprised. She… wasn’t trying to argue him out of this. That trust… his heart twisted, grateful.

“If in three days you have not changed your mind,” Mama continued. “I will give you my blessing to leave and travel with Danielle.”

The half ghost smiled softly, reaching out to hug her. “I… thank you.”

“Of course, my child. I will miss you dearly. But if this is what you believe you need…” Her voice wavered, just the barest hint of sadness. “I know you will thrive. And I know this will not be goodbye. I trust you will return to us.”

“I will.” The boy hugged her tighter. “I could never stay away forever.”

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True to his word, DawnSpark considered his choice. He helped in the garden, played with the cubs, practiced with the warriors. The comfort, the love warmed his heart, even as it ached. Leaving the Far Frozen, all his loved ones, behind would hurt. He would miss them.

But… thoughts of exploring the human world, of meeting Danielle filled his mind as well. A new, fluttering excitement, a sense of adventure stirred in his core. These were tempting, colorful lures drawing him out of the Far Frozen. But… something deeper also called.

DawnSpark sat in the garden with his notebook. The fledgling phoenix flitted between branches, often falling short and flapping to the ground. She landed just feet from him. The boy watched, stilling as the bird tilted her head at him. She let out a cheep, flaming licking her feathers.

His heart squeezed, remembering her burning. Just an echo of that moment’s awe stirred. “Thank you.” He reached out slowly. “For helping me.”

The phoenix hopped forward, landing on his outstretched hand. The cold fire flared again, wreathing his hand. Still, it did not burn. A lesser reflection of that moment, all those months ago.

And yet again, DawnSpark’s mind and heart set. He knew what he had to do.

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“I made up my mind.” Three mornings after his conversation with Periwinkle, DawnSpark called his Mama and Papa into his room.

The two sat eagerly in front of him, ears perked to his decision.

Confident, the half ghost continued. “I want to go find Danielle and stay with her.”

For a long moment, both yetis paused, taking in his words. Different emotions flickered, too fast to parse out. Hurt? Disappointment? A small corner of him looked for and dreaded negative reactions. But…

The half ghost held his head high. He would not be swayed.

Finally, Mama Periwinkle smiled at him encouragingly. “I suspected you would say that.”

Papa Frostbite nodded. “As did I.” A warm, though sadness tainted, parental pride overtook his face. “I am proud of you for choosing to do what you feel is right, even if it means leaving what is familiar.”

“We will pack you a bag.” Mama took one of DawnSpark’s hands, squeezing it. “And eat a parting meal together, as a family.”

“And then we will take you to the Infinity Map.” Papa added. “If everything else is in order?”

The half ghost nodded. “I’ll tell Crys and a few others goodbye.”

“Everyone will miss you.” Mama’s eyes softened, a hint of sadness leaking through.

“I’ll miss them too.” DawnSpark squeezed her hand. “Come on. Let’s get started.”

The two yetis help him pack a bag. At first, it was a heart-aching reflection of the night he’d almost ran away.

“A change of clothes, food, water canteen.” The half ghost listed. “My notebook, course.”

“Take some gloves and a scarf. And a coat!” Periwinkle insisted, stuffing the fabric in his bag. “You need items to clean yourself as well.” A collection of soaps, shampoo, and other products poured in as well.

“How is it holding all this?” DawnSpark muttered, brow scrunching.

Frostbite was just as enthusiastic as the other yeti. “Flashlight, water purifying tablets, currency.” A pile of bills and coins, in various colors and conditions were added to the pile.

The half ghost inspected one colorful piece of paper. “Does this say 2057?” Another tarnish silver coin. “There’s a lion and bull on here… what country is this even from?”

The chief continued. “Emergency blankets, signal flares, can opener, binoculars-”

“The bag’s already stuffed to the seams.” DawnSpark interrupted with a chuckle.

Still, Frostbite stuffed in a few more items. Then he handed over the bag. “I just wish you to be well equipped.”

“I know. Thank you.” The boy said, grateful.

The three floated to the dining hall where they eated and chatted. The half ghost looked over the familiar faces of warriors, cubs, and other tribe members, a soft fond smile wrinkling his face.

“Want some more jelly mushroom risotto?” Sleetsun offered, swinging by the table.

“Thank you.” DawnSpark grinned, taking the dish. “Thanks for everything, Sleetsun.” His face sobered slightly. “You’ve been a good friend.”

For just a moment, the yeti youth’s ears twitched, face drawing into something worried.

Before he could ask, the half ghost continued. “I’ve not really told anyone but… I’m leaving. I’m leaving the Far Frozen.”

“Where are you going?” Sleetsun’s ears drooped, disappointed.

“There’s someone like me, another half ghost, who needs my help. I’m going to go find her.”

“Oh that’s… that’s good.” The yeti’s expression brightened, just the smallest bit. “That’s really nice of you. I hope you find her.”

News of him leaving soon spread. Well-wishings warriors and watery-eyed cubs swarmed his table. And DawnSpark offered fist bumps and high fives, and promises that he would return.

“I heard you are leaving.” Laura approached once most of the crowd had parted.

The boy stood, holding his arms out for a hug. “Thanks for teaching me how to take care of the ice drakes.”

“You were a wonderful student.” The yeti woman returned the hug. “I will miss you.”

DawnSpark shared similar, quiet parting words with CrystalBreeze. “Thanks for being the best big brother.”

The adult ruffled his hair, smiling sadly. “Take care of yourself. I expect exciting stories when you return.”

His mama and papa on either side of him, DawnSpark returned to their chambers one last time. He surveyed his room, heart squeezing at the first space that had really been his.

His brow furrowed, falling on the dresser a tiny piece of black visible through the just barely open set of drawers. He pulled it open and held the fabric up, in front of his face.

“My hazmat.” He looked back at the adoptive parents. “One last thing, before we go…”

He changed clothes. The familiar material suit clung to his body, as surprisingly comfortable as his own skin. He looked down and smiled. Even better without the emblem.

“I’m ready.”

Mama and Papa walked him through the halls, to the hall of artifacts. Passed the murals, the library, all the Far Frozen’s wondrous treasures. And to the Infinity Map.

“I just… tell it who I want it to take me to, right?” The boy looked up at Frostbite, hitching his bag onto his shoulder.

“And instruct it to return to the Far Frozen after.” The chief instructed with a serious nod.

“Got it.” DawnSpark turned away from the map, looking at both of his parents. “So this is it.” His eyes watered, the weight of the moment hitting him. “Thank you so much. For everything.” He flew up and seamlessly, the three fell into a group hug.

“It was our joy, little phoenix.” Frostbite rumbled.

“We love you.” Periwinkle’s arms squeezed him. “I love you so much, Dawn.” She kissed the side of his head.

“I…I love you, Mama. I love you, Papa.” He let the tears fall. Not just those of sadness but of gratitude, of hope. “I love you so much.”

The small family embraced for a long moment, mutters of reassurance, of well wishes echoing in the half ghost’s ears.

Finally, DawnSpark pulled back. He whipped his face, drying the tears. “I’ll be back before you know it. I promise.”

“I know you will.” His mama smiled through her own tears. “The Maker be with you.”

“May He again deliver you to our paws.” Papa said, eyes shining with confidence.

DawnSpark nodded, accepting the parting words. “Alright. Here goes.” He sighed, lowering his shoulder. Confident, determined, he took a step forward.

One hand took the scroll, the other pulling it open. Purple and green swirled on the surface, the indistinct shape of doors and portals. And in the middle…. As he thought of Danielle, pictured her in his memory, a blurry black and white form took shape.

The half ghost turned again. One hand holding the map, the other the strap of his bag, he looked back at his parents. They smiled softly and waved, watery eyes as proud as they were loving. Head held high, eyes full of hope, the boy gave them one last smile too.

“Infi-map.” DawnSpark lifted the parchment, the image of the other clone just solidifying on the map. “Take me to Danielle.”

Note: After all these months, I'm finally posting the scene that Suzukiblu on Tumblr made lovely artwork for. You can see the post here. I also realized I never linked the piece made by Mysterious-ink-slime on Tumblr! See that post here. It was so exciting working with both of my artists and writing this story this year!

#Danny Phantom #my fic #Graveyard of Identities #invisobang 2024 #Invisobang #danny phantom big bang #Danny Phantom Clone #Frostbite #Far Frozen

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dexjarxenoengage · 5 months ago

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Three Plus Two: Xenoblade 2

Spoilers for Xenoblade Chronicles 2:

Every JRPG is going to have its stories, some anime tropes, FANSERVICE, a crap ton of flaws (but when is anything perfect to begin with) and their ragtag bunch of misfits. And that is ok. We’re all going to like different things. But that’s not what I’m here to talk about concerning Xenoblade Chronicles 2 (one of my favorite JRPG games of all time).

And no, it’s not talking about the “problems” Xenoblade 2 “suffers” from, we could be here FOREVER discussing that. No, I want to talk about the party of Xenoblade 2. If you remember my post regarding the Five Man Band and how Fire Emblem Engage uses the trope https://www.tumblr.com/jaredxenoengage/753270910703828992/the-five-man-band-is-among-one-my-favorite-tropes

While Xenoblade 2 does follow the Five Man Band trope, as their are 5 party members (Rex, Nia, Tora, Mòrag and Zeke, with Vandham and ironically, Jin and Malos as guess party members). For most of the game, up until the end of Chapter 4, the team sticks with the Power Trio Rex, Nia, and Tora. This is the Three Plus Two trope (best seen in Power Rangers Dino Thunder, its predecessor Ninja Storm, Jungle Fury, and Power Rangers RPM (for the most part). It’s where a power trio in a team evolves in the typical Five Man Band.

The team would expand later with two main party members (both of whom served as Rex’s rivals throughout his journey). Mòrag, Special Inquisitor for the Empire of Mor Ardain. While Mòrag was never evil, Mòrag (like most Sixth Rangers) opposed Rex because she did what she felt was right (because she saw the Aegis, Pyra as a threat to the world, and an Artifical Blade who looked like Poppi was causing trouble). But eventually, Mòrag settles her differences with Rex and eventually becomes fully devoted to Rex’s cause.

Zeke Von Genbu. Yeah. Zeke Von Genbu. The same guy that Rex fought and became his own undoing. Zeke is very much like Mòrag. As he is also royalty of one of the Kingdoms of Alrest, as the prince of Tantal. Zeke fought Rex to test his strength and intended to join him so that he could eventually meet Amalthus, who the party were going to meet anyways at Mythra’s (Pyra’s sister/original) behest.

Mòrag and Zeke are both far more experienced than Rex is both as Drivers and as citizens of the world of Alrest. Both fought against Rex before eventually joining his party. And most of all, they both, in a way, serves as mentors to Rex. After seeing his potential and his character, they both eventually choose to trust him.

Now what dynamic do each of the party members serves?

Rex is the Leader and main protagonist of Xenoblade 2. As a Driver and someone who lives in Alrest, Rex is very inexperienced in comparison to all of his other friends (Tora included despite not being a Driver yet, cause he couldn’t be without Poppi). So Rex in a bit of a in a pickle in his leadership spot.

But what he lacks (initially) is skill, he makes up for it with his heart and strength of character. Rex serves as inspiration to others. Despite their initial backlash, during the brief time Torna was using Rex to retrieve Pyra, Nia does show a little bit kinship with him. So Rex (initially) dying at Jin’s hands and Malos threatening to dispose the Argentum Trade Guild’s Salvagers as “thanks” for helping them causes Nia to defect Torna. It’s also at Rex’s behest that convinces Nia to stay with him (and Tora) on the Journey to Elysium.

And all of this is WITHOUT talking about how much of an impact he has on Pyra and Mythra. Speaking of whom, as the Aegis of the team, Pyra (mainly Mythra) is the driving force behind the journey to Elysium. It was Mythra’s idea to take Fan La Norme (Haze)‘s invitation to meet Amalthus (they were already going to meet him anyways). And as the Aegis, Pyra and Mythra are one Alrest’s most powerful Blades.

And later in the game, Rex gets Roc (Vandham’s former blade), exclusive access to Nia as a Blade, as well as Pneuma and the Master Driver abilities (that gives Rex the ability to use the Blades of his fellow Drivers, save for Poppi). Despite Rex’s initial inexperience, by the end of the game, he has the most blades locked to him, and the ability to use every non Poppi blade).

Nia is the Lancer of the team. The Lancer the one who serves as the Leader/Hero’s second in command and/or foil. Nia is more of the pessimist compared to Rex’s optimist. Nia is the first to question Pyra’s quest to reach Elysium (which she was right about, for the most part). And (ironically) when Rex was going to give up the journey after Pyra and Mythra are kidnapped at the end of Chapter 6, at the start of Chapter 7, Nia is the very first person to give Rex a piece of her mind.

As far as being foils in their powers, Nia’s Blade is Dromarch, a Water Blade that serves as a parental substitute for Nia. Dromarch is more of the Advisor, and is one of (if not) the most knowledgeable party member. Making him more of the smart guy in terms of his role when talking about the Blades.

Not many Lancer type characters are healers (which would be more of The Heart’s role), but where Nia shines in being the Lancer to Rex AND the Aegis girls is that she is a Flesh Eater. Making their dynamic similar to Jin and Malos, a fellow Flesh Eater and Aegis Blade respectively.

Tora is more of a “smart guy” than what most make think. Say what you will about his perverse behavior towards Poppi, but Tora would have to be intelligent enough about Drivers and the tools need to make Poppi to be able to make her at all. In fact, Poppi’s role in Team Aegis as a whole is very crucial to success of Rex’s team.

For example, Tora teaches Rex about the elemental powers of the Blades. Helped him and Pyra escape from Brighid and form a plan to save Nia after she was captured in the aforementioned battle. Tora (albeit with Mòrag’s advice) was able to use Poppi to escape from a prison in Tantal that negates Blade arts in Chapter 6. In the trip down Spirit Crucible Elpys, Poppi being an Artificial Blade allows her to use Arts perfectly fine. And finally, Poppi is a key player in stopping Amalthus’s control over the Titans.

Poppi’s gameplay as a whole serves similarly to the smart guy because she is more customizable than any other Blade in the game. Her versatility gives her a use in battle no one else has. This is especially true in Chapter 7.

Poppi’s overall character is that of the Heart though. It’s Poppi who manages to succeed in reaching out to Rex when he was going to quit his journey to Elysium after the Aegis is taken away from him. Nia and Brighid were unable to cut deep into him, but Poppi succeeded. Poppi also convinces Jin to hear out Brighid’s request to learn about herself in Chapter 8, and she has the most emotional moments on the whole.

Now normally, Vandham’s role would be the Big Guy. His seize notwithstanding, Vandham is very much a Mighty Glacier that hits hard with his Wind Blade Roc. All of Vandham’s stats (save for agility) are really good in the brief time he’s at your side. Unfortunately, the Big Guy suffers from a Fatality Syndrome. And in the case of Vandham, it couldn’t be cured.

Vandham’s role in chapter 3 is to be the mentor. Vandham teaches Rex how to Topple with his Anchor Shot. Vandham teaches Rex about the world of Alrest through the harsh realities of the Blade System. And Vandham, above all else, taught Rex to fight his own war. A lesson that would stick with Rex for a long time.

The reason why this JRPG team is a Three plus two dynamic is because of Vandham’s death. Once he died, it was back to the Power Trio of Rex, Nia and Tora.

This is where Mòrag would fill the role Vandham left behind. Mòrag is every bit of the experience Driver as Vandham was despite being a mercenary in the grand scheme of things. If you don’t consider Tora to be the smart guy of the team, then consider Mòrag in chapter 6. Her knowledge over the events in Alrest leads her to be the one to question Amalthus’s role in the plot. In the same chapter, she was the first to realize that the King of Tantal may had different plans for them (her fears were proven right).

Mòrag’s experience and battle prowess makes her a Genius Bruiser. As the Flamebringer and with one of the twin jewels of Mor Ardain: Brighid, her prowess as a Driver and experience as Special Inquisitor of the Empire makes her an invaluable member of the team once she finally accepts her role as Rex’s ally.

In fact, Mòrag is the only Driver of the team (Vandham excluded) to not have some unique aspect about her as a Driver. Rex is the Driver the Aegis, Nia is a Flesh Eater, Tora is a Driver with an Artificial Blade, and Zeke is a Blade Eater. And even if Mòrag gains access to Aegaeon later on, awakening him is optional. So Mòrag is simply a powerful and effective Driver all on her own.

And then there is Zeke. While I say he is the heart overall as far as the Drivers are concerned (which is best exemplified late game), Zeke also has some Big Guy traits, as well as Sixth Ranger traits.

Zeke is undoubtedly the tallest member of Rex’s team. Zeke is also the most boisterous in terms of personality. And if it’s not Rex getting hit the butt monkey moments, or Tora and Nia in some cases, then it’s definitely Zeke. Unlike Vandham, some of the other tropes you find in the muscle characters (besides the fatality syndrome) are found in Zeke.

Now where does Zeke fit in terms of being the heart? IMO, Zeke has some of the most heartfelt moments and scenes in the game when he isn’t just being played for comedy. Zeke willing opening up about his Blade Eater status and backstory serves as the moment Nia finally comes clean with Rex about her own backstory (and her Flesh Eater form later). Zeke is one of the most caring members of the team and his relationship with Pandoria is really heartwarming and tragic with his backstory in mind.

And as for the Sixth Ranger trope, he would have played this straighter if Vandham was still alive. Even if his Eye of Shining Justice ability is NG+ only, Sixth Rangers often get some the cooler powers and abilities if the Red Ranger doesn’t have them, and this is no exception.

Now when we look at the Organization of Torna, they follow a similar team structure to Rex and his party members. Once it all comes together, you begin to see who serves as a counterpart to who. https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ThePsychoRangers

Jin to Rex: True, Malos is the Aegis, thus making him the evil counterpart to Pyra and Mythra. But in terms of roles in the team and their story, Jin is meant to be the foil to Rex. Jin represents the person Rex could have become if he was driven to despair.

Jin’s former Driver and love interest Lora died at the hands of Amalthus. On top of losing some of other friends in the Aegis war, and problems with the Blade system leads him to hate the world and wish to see it burn.

Because Jin is a Flesh Eater, he has some foils towards Nia as well. But again, Jin is more meant to be Rex’s counterpart. And their interactions throughout the story makes this clear.

Nia to Malos: Nia inadvertently became Rex’s second in command after their meeting and her eventually break up with Torna. Much like, or not, how Malos follows Jin’s lead, Nia is the one who always questions Rex’s every move. Whereas Malos tainted Jin with his despairing influence that also consumed Amalthus, Rex’s influence was slowly changing Nia for the better.

In chapter 7, Nia’s Flesh Eater healing powers serve as a direct counter Malos’s destructive capabilities when his Aegis powers are restored. She can act as Rex’s Blade together with Pyra and Mythra as well.

Malos is an Aegis who follows the lead of the Flesh Eater Jin, while the Flesh Eater Nia has to back the Driver of the Aegis: Rex up.

Akhos to Tora: Akhos and Tora don’t any interaction, but I’d say their roles are similar enough to warrant the comparison. Tora isn’t a master strategist guy like Akhos is,but he’s knowledgeable enough to allow Poppi to even exist and be a key player in Rex’s journey. Akhos serves as the eye in the sky for Torna and does it effectively.

Patroka to Mòrag: Both Patroka and Mòrag are both the female powerhouses. But Mòrag is more levelheaded and skilled, while Patroka is more brash and quick to lose her temper.

And Mikhail to Zeke: finally, both Mikhail and Zeke are the regular butt Monkeys of their respective groups. The two of them have more depth than their silly butt of jokes give them credit for. Lastly, but by far the most important part, they are both Blade Eaters with conflicts towards Amalthus. This becomes apparent in Chapter 9.

And that is my take on the team dynamic of Xenoblade 2.

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burstfoot · 1 year ago

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Figured I'd make a post outlining Arknights' auxiliary material for those who want to see more of the universe and aren't aware of all that's out there! ANIMATION Arknights Prelude To Dawn (S1) and Perish in Frost (S2, currently airing): [Crunchyroll]

A straight up adapation of the main story, up through Chapter 0 to Chapter 6! It's much more fast-paced than the story, so I wouldn't use it to replace actually reading it, but it's very cool to see some of these scenes in full animation. Lee's Detective Agency: (Youtube)

A mini-series animated in a chibi-style with a comedic tone focused on the adventures of the Kuroblood-illustrated Lee's Detective Agency! Distributed by Crunchyroll globally, but entirely free to watch.

Closure's Secret Files: (Youtube)

A cut-out styled series of shorts hosted by Closure which outlines a lot of the game's basic mechanics!

Holy Knight Light: [Youtube]

A short Youtube OVA focusing around Penguin Logistics delivering a package, celebrating Arknights' first anniversary!

[Upcoming]: Kay's Daily Doodles: (Twitter Annoucement)

Another free youtube mini-series that starts airing December 1st, focused around Ceobe! Here's some additional animations! Each event usually also has a 15 second 2D animated preview of the event, but there's so many of those that I can't list them all. Official Anniversary Event 3D Animations: Lone Trail Where Vernal Winds Will Never Blow Il Siracusano Ideal City Stultifera Navis Invitation To Wine Near Light Dossoles Holiday Under Tides Bonus 3D Animated Shorts: Legend of Chongyue Arknights Special - IL Siracusano Lo Scontro Youtube Shorts: Ch'en and Lin's Watermelon Splitting Game Part 1 Ch'en and Lin's Watermelon Splitting Game Part 2 Amiya's Siracusan Food Guide Part 1 Amiya's Siracusano Food Guide Part 2

Comics, Manga, Manhua

Officially Translated Rhodes Island's Records of Originium: Rhine Lab: (Offical Website)

A canon manhua centered around the circumstances that lead to Silence falling out with Saria and joining Rhodes Island with Ifrit, as well as Ifrit's attempt to save a dying infected stowaway on the landship. Essential reading for understanding the Rhine Lab storyline and characters - read it right after Mansfield! One of the characters, Darya, is mentioned in both Ifrit's module and briefly in Lone Trail.

Rhodes Island's Records of Originium: Blacksteel: (Official Source)

A short story focusing on the lives of the Blacksteel operators aboard the landship. While it often gets overshadowed by the Rhine Lab manga which is bigger in scope, this is a great read especially if you're interested in Franka or Liskarm.

Rhodes Kitchen -TIDBITS-: (Official Source)

An anthology story related to the cuisine that's important to a variety of operators. While it might seem unassuming, the art is gorgeous and it's really well-written. I particularly recommend the Goldenglow (Chapter 4) and Rosa (Chapter 5) chapters.

Unofficially Translated

Arknights Comic Anthology: (Mangadex)

As the title says, a series of non-canon anthology stories regarding the cast of Rhodes' Island! Note that the link provided only has complete translations up to Volume 4 (and Vol. 4 is missing Ch. 7), and most of the chapters avaliable after that point were MTL'd, so I can't vouch for their accuracy. Chapters I'd recommend are: Volume 1: Chapter 12 (focused on Myrrh trying to improve her medicine), Chapter 14 (focused on Saria and Silence trying to put apart their differences to take Ifrit on vacation, afaik the only place where they are directly referred to as her "moms") Volume 2: Chapter 1 (Manticore tries to make friends), Chapter 3 (The LGD gets drunk), Chapter 11 (Texlapp and Mosexu yuribait), Ch. 13 (Magallan tries to find a pet), Chapter 16 (Ethan spies on the interior lives of Rhodes operators) Volume 3: Chapter 6 (Snowsant, Ifrit, Nian and Shaw are forced to make friends), Chapter 7 (Gummy flashes back to Chernobog), Chapter 10 (FEater and Shaw yuribait), Chapter 13 (Blackout on the landship, as well as Ayerscarpe and Leonhardt yaoibait)

Volume 4: Chapter 4 (Thorns tries to make friends with Weedy [this one is my favourite]), Chapter 6 (Tomimi tail spankings), Chapter 9 (Elysium helps Frostleaf get along with Dur-Nar) Volume 6: Ch. 1 (Whisperain opens up to others) [this one isn't MTL'd afaik]

123 Rhodes Island: (Mangadex)

A series of non-canon gag 4komas! Many of the games' offical stickers are done in this series' art style.

Arknights: Operators!: (Mangadex)

A compilation of 4komas posted on the official ArknightsJP twitter account! Thank you to @sleepywoodscans for their work on translating these, please show them some love!!

[Edit: For clarities sake, the only stuff here that has used MTL is later chapters of the Comic Anthology! Sleepywoodscans’ work on Operators! is all done by hand (they’re a native Japanese speaker). Again, I really appreciate their work!]

Arknights: A1 Operations Preparation Detachment: (Mangadex)

Part of the Terra Historicus website and not yet officially translated, focusing on Fang, Kroos and Beagle, and a catastrophe striking the Columbian city of Tkaronto. Unfortunately, only translated up to Chapter 6, but one of the characters (Elba) has a brief cameo in Light Sparks in Darkness! Edit: Chapter 7 has been translated by @pooce-art, and they're working on Chapter 8!

Angelina: Sketches of THIS Messenger's Journey: (Mangadex)

Also published as part of the Terra Historicus website and not yet officially translated, focuses on the adventures of Angelina travelling across Terra as a Messenger! Recent chapters relate to the upcoming Sami event & IS4, as well as the upcoming So Long, Adele.

Prelude Suite: Unrestrained Play: (Wiki)

Unfortunately, I can't find a full translation for this one - an epilogue to Hortus De Esscapismo focusing on Arturia's background. Of course, major spoilers for Hortus apply - if you can find a full translation yourself.

As well, an upcoming manhua focused on the Break the Ice cast was annouced during the 4.5 Anniversary stream. As far as I'm aware, chapters have not begun releasing yet!

Other:

Arknights Ambience Synesthesia: (Youtube)

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A series of concerts (3 so far), focusing around Arknights' music! A live performance has been done every year, with skins released in-game for the concert's theme & 3D animations produced featuring the skin's cast in 2022 and 2023.

Monster Siren Records: (Spotify) (Official Website)

Arknights' official (and-in-universe) record label publishing game OSTs, themes for almost every 6 star operator that releases, and occasional bonus songs.

Arknights: Endfield: (Twitter)

An upcoming 3D action gacha game from Hypergryph, set in the far future of Arknights' universe on another planet. Currently in closed beta testing for their CN servers!

Arknights: Nomad City: The Founders: (Youtube)

A to-be-released CN Arknights board game! Unclear of if it will ever be translated or released globally, unfortunately...

Terra: A Journey: (Wiki)

An upcoming CN lore book focused on the intricate details of Terra's worldbuilding. As well, unclear if it will be translated or released globally.

UNOFFICIAL:

Some fandom-developed tools that might be of use to you are the Arknights Terra Wiki - which just transferred from FANDOM to wiki.gg, and has very detailed information on both game mechanics and world-lore.

As well, the Arknights Story Reader can help you catch up on stuff you don't want to or can't read in game!

Finally, Aceship's Toolbox provides access to a variety of tools, including a levelling calculator, a calculator to ensure the best recruitments, and all the CGs, backgrounds and character sprites that are avaliable in-game.

Conclusion:

Thank you for reading! I hope this provided some new information to you or at least provides an easy reference resource in the future. There's a lot to check out even outside of the game, and I hope you find some stuff you enjoy!

#arknights #ohhhh my god this took way longer to write than expected #dont want to reblog beg but they would be greatly appreciated!#take care with the mangadex & non-offical links #I can't guarantee their safety #i could've sworn who is real had a 3d trailer but it mightve been an ambience synthesia vid

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misqnon · 1 year ago

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Parallel

Through the power of a strange new devil fruit encounter, Sanji gets turned into an anchor between universes. Zoro doesn't really get to help his crew deals with this, though, because the instant he makes contact with the cook, he's teleported right next to the man again.

Only this time Sanji's wearing different clothes, and looking at him weird. And they aren't on the Sunny anymore. They're in some weird, gray kitchen, and Sanji's holding a weird looking piece of technology, and also looking at him like he doesn't know who the hell he is.

"Who the hell are you?" Sanji says, and it's his voice, but with an accent he doesn't recognize, and Zoro realizes something is very, very wrong.

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modern au sanji / canonverse zoro. because i'm insane

only posting the first short chapter here, but the rest will be on ao3 as it goes on

By the time Zoro wakes up, the invading pirate crew is already halfway unloaded onto the Sunny’s deck.

His stomach drops.

Did he fucking fall asleep on watch?

“OI!” He shouts, voice less of a yell and more of a deep-throated growl, alerting both his own crew and the invaders. A large man in an oversized coat looks up at him with a scowl, curly black hair obscuring his face. But then he smiles. The captain, Zoro presumes.

As he does so, Sanji and Robin appear on deck, followed shortly after by Nami, Usopp, and Chopper. They all get into fighting stances within seconds, meeting head to head with crew-members already on the Sunny’s lawn, dyed dark blue in the nighttime’s dark haze.

Zoro’s still staring at the captain from the crow’s nest, the other practically daring him to come down and fight. Wasting no time, Zoro unsheathes his swords, jumping from one of the crow’s nest windows, swords gleaming the whole way down. He slams into the deck with enough force to rock the boat, causing a loud splash on its starboard side. Luffy and Franky emerge seconds later, quick to join the battle with eager grins.

Zoro feels a bit bad for taking the captain. He usually leaves that honor for Luffy. But the guy’s pissed him off, and he feels responsible for dozing off during watch.

Seriously, what the fuck? Zoro may love to sleep, but he takes watch seriously. He’d never endanger his crew for something as fleeting as a little shut-eye. Mistakes happen, but not to him. Not Roronoa Zoro, master of willpower and control.

He takes all that anger and shame and uses it to beat the shit out of the captain now defiling the Sunny’s deck with his presence.

But the other man is fast. And now he’s finally talking.

He jumps up to the top level of the ship, narrowly avoiding the fight behind him, where Sanji is throwing kicks at a man that looks strikingly similar to-

Wait, what? …Twins?

The man follows Zoro’s stare and gives a hearty laugh. “Whatever you’re thinking, it ain’t right.” He explains. He snaps his fingers, and Sanji suddenly stops behind him, looking uneasy.

“What the hell?” The blonde whispers to himself, looking down at his hands. He feels…wrong. Overwhelmed. Nauseous. The man the cook is fighting has stopped to, looking at him with the same grin as the man Zoro’s focused on.

“I’m Captain Morales of the Parallel Pirates.” The Captain declares.

“And so am I.” Says the man in front of Sanji, now turning to look at Zoro. He steps forward to stand beside Captain Morales (the first one, anyways) and Zoro is shaken, because even identical twins aren’t that…perfect.

It’s obvious this is some kind of devil fruit power, but Zoro isn’t in the mood for learning tonight. He just wants them dead or off his ship.

“Huh?” Usopp pipes up from somewhere to the left of him. Luffy and a few others take notice too.

“Hey, Zoro, why’s there two of that guy!?” Luffy exclaims, slapping away some insignificant crew member.

…Now that he thinks about it, something is off about this guy’s crew, too. He glances around again, at all the faces scattered among the deck and the ship beside them, and he realizes none of them go together at all. Most pirate crews have some sort of theme, yes, but he doesn’t mean it in the way that they don’t share a similar motif. No, they look like they’ve all come from completely different worlds.

One man wears old leather greaves, another wears a three-piece suit. One looks straight from Thriller Bark, another is dressed in nothing but silver chrome. One woman boasts a wide array of guns, while another looks slightly more Neanderthal than is excusable by old genetics. It’s a big world out there between all four seas and the Grand Line, he knows that, but this feels like…something even more than that. They feel out of place in a way he can’t place.

“Confused, aren’t you?” Says the man Sanji was fighting. The cook tries to kick him again despite the nausea, but Captain Morales the Second catches him by the leg and throws him down next to Zoro. Zoro doesn’t blink an eye.

“This is the power of the Verse-Verse Fruit.” Says the first Captain Morales.

“I don’t care what the hell your power is. Get lost, or you’ll be split into more pieces than two.” Zoro growls.

The Captains laugh. “Split?”

“No, no.”

“We’re both entirely intact. And no, we aren’t twins.”

“And I’m not a copy, either.”

“He’s me. From another world.”

“I mean, who better to have as a First Mate than another you?”

“Never have to worry about stupid decisions or insubordination. You can always trust yourself.”

“He always makes the same choices I would have made had I been there. It’s awfully convenient.”

Zoro loses track of who’s saying what at some point, but he doesn’t care. “Listen, I already told you, I don’t care about your stupid crew or your stupid powers.”

“Whaaaaat!? I do!” Luffy exclaims, apparently entranced by this guy’s…These guys’? Speech.

“Other worlds!? Like what? How?” The captain continues.

Zoro holds himself back only out of his own loyalty to Luffy. He knows the idiot wants answers, and he can’t go attacking their opponent while the two…three, are talking.

The Morales’ laugh. “Well, you see, I have the ability to traverse other worlds. It’s how I found half my crew, if you hadn’t noticed.” Says the first captain.

“But he can also turn others into anchor points between worlds, allowing anyone who touches that anchor to travel to another world where that anchor exists.” Says the second captain.

Luffy looks completely lost, as do a few other Strawhats who are listening.

Usopp pops his fist onto his other hand. “Oh, I think I get it! So say if Zoro existed in another universe, I could touch Zoro and travel to the other world he exists in?”

One of the Captains nods. “Exactly.”

Nami crosses her arms. “And how do they get back?” She looks concerned, scenarios swimming in her head already.

“Well, if I’m available, of course I simply turn him into an anchor again. He touches the other world Zoro, and he returns here. If I want it that way.”

Nami doesn’t move. “And if you aren’t here?”

They both shrug. “Too bad, so sad.” They say in unison.

Nami grits her teeth. “Hey! Nobody touch anybody! Not even the crew! There’s no telling who he’s already turned into an anchor.”

They both laugh again. “Good work, girl! You’re exactly correct. One of your own is already an anchor, ready to take anyone who touches them to somewhere far, far away from here. And I won’t bring them back no matter how much you beg.”

Zoro grits his teeth.

That’s it. He isn’t waiting any longer. He can take this guy out without touching him easy-peasy. It’s just his swords that need to make contact, after all. He puts Wado in his mouth and darts forward, demonic eyes set on the dual Captain and his First Mate, when someone stumbles to their feet behind him.

He doesn’t take stock of this, of course, he’s far too focused in the fight- but the Captain notices. He snaps his finger and someone appears in front of him like a wormhole, kicking him harshly back where he came from.

He collides with the cook behind him, Wado knocked from his mouth as the wind is knocked out of him, and before he can even realize what’s happened, he’s standing in a small, gray kitchen, with strange futuristic design completely unfamiliar to him. And before him stands the cook, only now Sanji's wearing different clothes, and looking at him weird. He holds a small flat screen, a piece of technology Zoro doesn’t recognize. The cook turns to him.

"Who the hell are you?" Sanji says, and it's his voice, but with an accent he doesn't recognize, and Zoro realizes something is very, very wrong.

#2 chapters up atm #hi im writing op again. sad #one piece #vinsmoke sanji #roronoa zoro #zosan #fanfic #fic #my writing #modern au #so fun facts: named the multiverse devil fruit user morales after miles morales from spiderverse bc i thought itd be funny LMAO #also! im trying to follow the stuff oda put forward for modern strawhats #such as french sanji and usopp being a graphic designer etc etc #sanji's still a chef tho. but. i do appreciate oda giving him the most stereotypical gay job of ~stylist~ regardless #i find this fic a little silly and embarrassing but im having fun w the lore of it #sanji's in culinary school but works part time at baratie. nami's majoring in geography w a finance minor #usopp is a graphic design major #More Might Happen Idk Read And Find Out

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silvysartfulness · 10 months ago

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top five favorite moments of Heaven Has a Road

I already got this question, but that just means I get to list 5 more, oh no... >.>

1. Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen looking for Song Lan in Muaishan (chapter 41)

The scene where Song Lan has finally had enough and nopes out, and both the other two panic a bit about it and bond together to try and find him. The way they fall into each other without thinking, once they have a common goal. Xue Yang unthinkingly being reassuring, Xiao Xingchen unthinkingly trusting him. The little quips and jokes – “Far as I know, I’ve never been your wife!” (Is that so?)

This is the first time they interact properly after Xiao Xingchen lost his memories, but it quickly becomes apparent that there is a muscle-memory to his emotions, his affection and intuitive trust. And Xue Yang, who’s been so torn apart reacting instantly to that, falling back into step with him without thinking, because this is how things are supposed to be.

2. Yingchuan reveals (chapter 43)

I love the combo KO of Song Lan learning that Xue Yang has been expecting them to offer him up as a sacrifice the moment they get to Jinlintai just about all along, and then right on top of that, the reveal that Jin Guangyao is dead, and all their plans – including the ill-advised willingness to self-sacrifice – are completely shattered. It’s just such a perfect storm of a mess!

Counting the following confrontation in Wangzhuang into this, too, when they finally drop that fact on Xiao Xingchen who gets to join in on the shocked yelling and nervous breakdowns all around. 🙂

And of course, being faced with the prospect of Xue Yang dying is where Song Lan first has to confront his own feelings for Xue Yang, and how strong they’ve grown, no matter how unwanted.

3. Demonic cultivation in Wangzhuang (chapter 44)

I just think this is a really cool one? Xue Yang who’s teetering between “kill” or “help”, but finally offering to help the haunted widow of Wangzhuang reach out to her long-dead husband's soul, to either meet his ghost again or getting closure on him being truly gone. Using all the lingering ghosts of that miserable place as willing fuel and dancing with the thunderstorm to finally give her an answer to the same question that haunted him all those years in Yi City - is there anything left? Any hope at all? Why won’t he ever answer when I reach out?

Xue Yang has a very low capacity for empathy, and certainly not on a conscious level - but this once he witnesses this grieving stranger’s despair and feels something resonate within himself. And so he decides to help, for shits and giggles, to prove that he can pull off this insane feat… but maybe also for the sake of his own past self, and to give grief and longing one big middle finger on someone else’s behalf, too.

4. Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen’s reconciliation in Hongqi (chapter 50)

Another scene I spent a lot of time thinking about for literal years before actually getting to write it. Xiao Xingchen having been given Song Lan’s “blessing” to court Xue Yang too, being giddy (and very, very horny) with anticipation, and Xue Yang not picking up on it. At all. Just sulking about being hungry and wondering why Xiao Xingchen insists on them waiting in the bedroom? When they could be having lunch? Why, Daozhang? :(

And then being utterly floored when Xiao Xingchen spreads his arms to embrace him, telling him how much he’s missed him. Completely blindsided. Not one single defense up and ready. Just breaking right down crying, 8 years worth of horror and grief and hurt exploding out at once.

Not what either of them had planned for that afternoon, but lancing that wound for both of them is where they can finally begin healing, not only as individuals, but starting to mend this broken, twisted but heartfelt love between them.

5. Song Lan’s final insight in Dushou (chapter 56)

I'm very soft for the scene in the last posted chapter where Song Lan wakes up resting on Xiao Xingchen’s lap with Xue Yang draped all over him, clinging possessively to him, being theirs. And acknowledging being theirs.

Accepting his own messy feelings for Xue Yang, even to himself, even out loud. And confessing that Xiao Xingchen’s dream of them all being together is something he wants, too.

It’s a hurting kind of love, and he weeps as he finally faces it, how much it hurts him to love this way and what a betrayal it is, in so many ways. But also realizing that fighting himself on this would only cause more hurt, for himself, and for the others. Accepting that love is a surrender and a triumph in one.

Giving the sleeping Xue Yang a tentative little kiss on the head, and holding him closer as he goes back to sleep, directing that final “I love you” to them both. ♥

Thank you so much for asking, truly! 🥰

#asksilvy #the happy songxuexiao roadtrip story #maybe if i get to talk about the story enough #my motivation will return from the war

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itscometothis · 9 months ago

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Opening Lines

Tagged by @pia-bartolini! thanks babe :)

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there’s a pattern!

erm, one has a prologue so i'm including both because technically, the prologue is first but it feels like its own entity?

OLD AS YOUR OMENS: His throat burned, his shallow breaths causing sharp pains to rack his body as he flinched away from his mother and the poison she poured down his throat. (le prologue).

Regulus was positive he had ceased to exist. (le chapter one)

2. DRUMBEAT OF THE DAMNED: It didn’t happen all at once.

3. ALL THE STOPS: Harry wearily sank onto one of the barstools at the Leaky, joining the stragglers mostly known as the Pathetic Sods Who Have No Where To Go For Christmas.

4.. THE MAGIC OF MACARONS: Draco Malfoy eyed the cookie in front of him with narrowed, skeptical eyes.

5. IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE: “I’ll need you to repeat that.”

6. WE'LL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS: Hermione Granger, in order to avoid Azkaban, stalked her way down the streets of muggle London so she would not murder Rita Skeeter.

7. A DIFFERENT SORT OF DREAD: Minerva McGonagall would never admit to having a favorite student.

8. THE PLAN: Hermione Granger had had enough.

9. THE KNIFE: Merlin, this was awkward.

10. DARLING!: Kingsley Shacklebolt was a friend, Hermione reminded herself. She had to keep repeating this to herself as for some reason, Draco Malfoy was seated in the armchair across from her in the lounge next to the Minister’s office.

So I left a couple things out: drabbles from LDWS, because they feel qualitiatively different as a style, and one of my fave fics of mine, Crime & Punishment, solely because the opening is a recitation of Draco's crimes in transcript form and it's a lot and played with medium. Innocent Monsters was, by that counting, number 11! That's wild, it doesn't feel like I post that much, but it's been 2.5 years since I posted that lil guy.

They're a bit all over the place, but I think the unifying theme here is I usually am trying to establish character/relatability pretty quickly. Relatability and character aren't precisely separate: Hermione is trying not to commit murder, I mean, who hasn't, right? Hermione's at her wit's end. Dying of awkwardness. It strikes the tone and the character's mood while revealing a bit about them.

But, as you move up the list to my two most recent - these are a bit different. I know, as a writer, that I was trying to evoke something of Peter and his betrayal with, 'it didn't happen all at once.' In that sense, it's on brand. This is the tricky thing about fanfic - if itw as OF and we didnt' know anything, it's just a reaction of 'what didn't?' and maybe 'and why do i care that it didn't?" but in fanfic - WHY did this SOB turn from Marauder to Death Eater? And it's Peter's conversational tone I keep throughout.

OaYO reflects its genre - action! - in the prologue. In the opener of Chapter One - a bit of an insistence that, at least from Reg's POV, he really thought he died. (and he did, not a spoiler, it's on the tin of the fic), but it confirms that Regulus thinks so too. It also, I hope, hints at the confusion/disorientation of his return.

Tagging @orangecoluredsky @acanadianmuggle @thebemoon @alptraumdaydream and anyone else who wants to play and hasn’t, already :)

#how do i tag

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peachymilkandcream · 3 months ago

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Kingdom of Ash and Greed|Part 15|King Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: Next chapter will be the last. After this a Mafia AU will start to come out. Hope you enjoy this chapter!)

WARNINGS: noncon/dubcon, big age difference, kidnapping, slavery, violence, power imbalance, implied somnophilia, forced pregnancies, mind breaking, yandere behaviour, yandere themes, forced exhibitionism, etc.

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His kingdom quickly turned into a battlefield. Soldiers and guards running around like madmen to their stations to offer a support back. How the hell had the enemy managed to come in to the capitol?

Levi shoots a hardened glare at the footsteps that lead up to his wife's chambers, maybe his counsel was right in not trusting her.

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Upon hearing the chaos below Evelyn gathers her children to her. It was like some cruel nightmare playing out all over again. First it was fire and smoke, then her children killed before her eyes and both her and her daughter taken away to the next vile monster who craved depravity. She couldn't escape this violent and vicious cycle.

The panic within her was just too much. Her vision was blurry and she felt sick. Her eyes kept darting from corner to corner and she couldn't seem to catch her breath.

It felt like an eternity before a maid came and shook her. "My lady, my lady! You need to calm down, you and the children are in danger. You have to get out of here before it's too late-"

"I can't- I can't- I tried to escape before- they found me-"

"Please mistress, you have to get on your feet and start moving or else all of you will be killed."

Evelyn takes one more look at the scene before following the maid's footsteps, bringing her children with her into the bowels of the castle.

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A warrior to the end Levi grabs his sword and joins his men on the battlefield. Sure enough, his latest conquest that had earned him a bride was coming back to haunt him.

At the very front the old bastard who gave him his Evelyn led the charge. For the first time since Levi had met him had the king actually fought on the frontlines with his men.

A pathetic display. The fool was like a dying animal snapping its jaws to ward off predators before succumbing to fate. He would hang for this. In Levi's great mercy he had let Fritz live, taking only his daughter and treasure as plunder, now his generosity had been spat on.

And Levi wouldn't take it lightly.

Their eyes met and the enemy king pointed his barely bloodstained sword at his opponent, daring him to meet him one on one. Levi scoffed, a death by the blade was a soldier's honorable end. He would not humor him with that, he would wipe out every little bug of a soldier Fritz threw at him and then spill his blood. Even now he thought up different methods of torture to use on the slimy bastard.

He turns to his aid. "When this is all over I'll bring that man's wife to you to do with as you please."

The other man seems surprised. "Thank you sire, what have I done to deserve this?"

"You've kept your post and faced death with me on the daily. You've proven yourself again and again but your station deprives you of anything more than nobility. I'll give you a taste of royalty. And besides, she will be a widow soon enough."

The man beams and nods. "Thank you again sire, I won't fail you."

Levi sends him off, the same rush of excitement he gets with every kill coming back to him. He had been sitting for too long without death surrounding him. Oh how he missed it.

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Evelyn followed the maid through the twists and turns of the castle. Confined to Levi's bed most days she had never had the chance to properly explore the place. Now in her rush she tried to take in every right and left to ensure she knew where to go if she needed to get back into her room secretly.

Eventually they reach daylight and Evelyn feels herself being pushed into awaiting arms. She stumbles and struggles to regain her footing before looking into the eyes of her father.

"Evelyn, I'm so sorry my daughter, but I've come for you."

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Levi cursed under his breath, he was dripping in blood but lost sight of the main prize. These cockroaches kept coming, following under the influence of their king. If he was captured maybe they'd just give up. But no, Fritz took untrained farmers and gave them swords, thinking they could win against Levi's elite soldiers trained from the moment they could carry a weapon.

Finally he catches sight of the old man, up on the balcony.

His blood runs cold when he sees who's with him. His wife, staring confused and dazed at who she thought would be her savior. The little bitch had been conspiring against him the whole time. She would pay for this once he got up there.

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"What are you doing father- all these men- how-?"

"Time, while Levi was worrying about expanding his kingdom he didn't think that there were any smiths left who would defy him. We made weapons in secret, railed the men. They all came to end this tyranny, they came for you."

"All this? After you handed me back over to Levi...?"

"It had to be done. It was too soon to enact our plan, I had to give us more time. While he was distracted with you we could plan our revenge and rescue. Are you alright? He hasn't touched you, has he?"

Evelyn couldn't help it, all the rage within her boiled over. "What do you mean in asking that!? Of course he has! The day he brought me back he abused me until I couldn't think straight! I was made to be lower than an animal! I escaped to be free of him and you gave me right back! Day in and out without fail worshiping the body of my captor!"

His eyebrows furrow. "Well I'm sorry. But there's nothing to be done for it now. You let yourself get captured and now you've paid the price. But I'm here now. We'll get home and I'll find some noble in another kingdom to marry you too. Your worth has gone down since that bastard defiled you, but you could still help us rally our tiny kingdom."

Evelyn couldn't even believe her ears, not registering him starting to pull her along with Isabel grips her skirts.

"Mama? Where are you going?"

Her father turns, a dark look on his face. "Who is this creature-"

Suddenly protective of her child Evelyn meets his eyes. "My daughter. Levi's daughter." She motions for the other three to come out of hiding. "And his sons. This is my first born, Furlan, he will take the throne after Levi has passed."

Outrage crosses his features. "But the child is a bastard, it would never work-"

"That's where you're wrong father, when I became with child. Levi married me, and crowned me his queen."

"Queen!? You?! My own daughter- queen to the nation that put hers into ruin! How could you!? You're ruined! A filthy cur! You and your disgusting bloodline should die here and now! You're tainted! You slut! Tainted! No longer my daughter, you're just- a King's whore!" He slaps Evelyn to the ground, pulling out his sword and pointing at her as Furlan takes charge and brings the kids back.

"I'll run your vile womb straight through and spare the world from anymore devil children!"

Before he can strike metal hits metal, sending him back.

"Be careful how you talk about my children old man. They're still royalty.

"Levi-" Evelyn tears up with relief.

"Now I'd like to not kill you just yet. But torture you beyond measure. So surrender now and I might forgo the disemboweling."

"Never, you've stolen from me, something so precious, you monster!"

"If your daughter feels like I've stolen then she is free to leave right now. Once you are dead I'll return her to her kingdom, let her rule there as queen." He looks back at Evelyn.

"No- you bastard-!"

"Look around you Fritz, your men are dropping like flies. Within the hour they'll all be dead. I've won again, accept it."

Seeming to grasp the situation, he grows slightly calmer. "Evelyn, do as he says and go home. Rebuild our kingdom and repent of your wicked ways."

Evelyn stands, taking Levi's arm in hers. "No father. My place is here. With my subjects." She pauses to look into Levi's eyes. "With my king. My kingdom is this one here and no other. I denounce the name of you and that crown. All of you and that kingdom are dead to me. What matters now is this one and how I rule alongside my husband."

"You witch!"

"Face it, it's over. Your daughter has chosen well and will be rewarded. And you will die."

In a final act of rebellion Fritz pushes past them and moves to jump off the balcony. However is thwarted by Levi's soldiers who he had meet him here. They haul the king back and make him look in Levi's eyes.

"The last view in life you'll have when I'm through with you will be your wife given away to my men and your daughter on my lap as you die. My cock deep in her as I give her the next heir to my throne. Then as your head is freed from your wretched shoulders, you'll curse that you were ever born."

He nods and the king is taken away. He turns back to Evelyn. "Did you mean what you said? You are denouncing that life?"

"Yes Levi. I know now that there was nothing awaiting me there but a crueler fate. They never loved me. Only you do."

He smirks. "That's right."

"Only I do."

#break me slowly #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi x oc #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader #kingdom of ash and greed

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