#it annoys me so much like you have a WEAPON that you are apparently really good with

[racetrackmybeloved]

i gotta say, i wish we had seen finch actually using his slingshot, instead of just fiddling with it and aiming for dramatic effect. how is it fair that we get crutchie using it but not finch ?? he's got great aim according to his trading card, so let's actually see it please? pull a 92sies spot and yeet rocks at strikebreakers or something please and thank you

its also such a missed opportunity - how are you gonna liken them to david and goliath FOUR TIMES and yet not let the boy with the sling(shot) use it ??

the four times if anyone was wondering (its mostly katherine):

"so i guess you'd say you're a couple of davids looking to take on goliath?" - katherine

"a modern day david is poised to take on the rich and powerful goliath" - katherine

"it's david and goliath, do or die" - katherine, watch what happens

"we'll slay the giant" - ensemble, seize the day

[katyspersonal]

Okay Queelign just gotten more interesting! So user @ereia-lune brought to my attention what Fire Knights really look like:

Very lanky build with arms going below the knees level, like Messmer's body, and red hair like his / curse of the Fire Giants! Like yeah I know I've written like cool analysis on the Fire Knights as characters but I didn't look at the close ups ( 😔 )

Lore says that Fire Knights continue to use Messmer's Fire incantations after his fire failed to find the purchase in them to still share their bond. So, their physical change is apparently result of like.. kinda consanguineal contract with Messmer but flames instead of blood? Or did he give his flames THROUGH blood? Who knows really gfhthc However, Queelign apparently was spared from it! His body type is neglectelable since he uses base NPC model, but making his hair not red is a very bold implication! Perhaps, him not having the red cape like other Fire Knights is also not just a design choice or just for better dexterity, then!

I wonder why he didn't have such contract.. All jokes about even his allies hating him aside, it might be because of him standing out in his fervor. Fire of Ruin (fire giants fire) is literally said to have been an anathema to the Erdtree and thus was the reason Marika wanted to kill it! So if Messmer carries it on, curse karma course of nature conditions of birth whatever is the reason, how would Queelign, THE Marika fanboy, would've reacted if he had a communion with Messmer only to find out that the force to "cleanse" the world of everything going against Marika/Erdtree originates from something that ALSO goes against them like nothing else? It might be not obvious until you sense it in your body, so sure he'd short-circuit upon such an Insight!

Maybe Messmer was willing to spare both Queelign and himself! Black Knight Andreas and his son Huw rebelled against Messmer after learning about his serpentine nature, but Messmer grieved loss of Huw as brother in arms. Maybe he is at the point mentally where he can't handle losing anymore friends, so he'd cherish each and every one even if that meant keeping some things to himself. And like I said before, Queelign feels very much like a window into Messmer's utmost, maybe long regretted and repressed feelings, he is like a little version of himself! He might be annoyed by it, but at the same time maybe wants to protect the absolutely pure, idealistic, puppy-eyed adoration of Marika and feeling like Queelign IS doing something sacred. If he realized the weapon to protect the Erdtree is in actuality the weapon to destroy it, that'd break him, but maybe Messmer wishes he himself didn't know that about his nature. And could still believe he is Marika's true blade. Why not keep Queelign out of it, if at least one of them can remain naive and love her so much and love their purpose so much?

At the same time, it is funny to think about how Queelign is SO absorbed in his purpose that he doesn't even notice he is not invited in the club! XD And whenever he tries to question it, other Fire Knights just go like 'uhhhh noooo you are imagining things..... :/' gfhgfnjn

_________

P.S.: A simpler explanation is probably that he is just new compared to other Fire Knights and is just yet to earn the proper initiation, .....

P.P.S.:

me: Damn Messmer and Queelign are so interesting and I hate it!!! Shipping material if only Messmer and Rellana weren't married XD

ppl who shipped Rykard and Ghiza: I smell stench of weakness?? 🤔

[marlynnofmany]

The Indignity that is Hiccups

I leaned against the broom and yawned, tired in more ways than one. The mess in the storage hold was going to take a while to clean. And just because the universe has ironic timing, I hiccupped while my mouth was wide open. It echoed off the metal walls. Luckily for me, none of my alien crewmates were there to hear it. 

Or so I thought. A bundle of tentacles and a curious squid face peered around the doorway. 

I sighed, hiccuping again. “Yes it’s me; no I’m not doing it on purpose.”

Mur eased into the room, stepping carefully around the snowdrifts of flour from where a storage crate had broken. “Why are you making that kind of noise on accident?” He was carrying a bundle of something wrapped up in one tentacle, but seemed more interested in conversation than in whatever that was.

“It’s called hiccups,” I said. “I suppose it’s too much to hope that other species have to deal with this to-o?” As much as I tried to get the sentence out smoothly, I was betrayed at the end.

“None that I know of. So what is it? Some kind of compulsion?”

“No, nothing like that.” I went back to sweeping with irritated strokes of the broom. “It’s a muscle spasm that’s never been fully explained. It usually goes away pretty quickly for me, but it’s annoying. Much like this flour.”

“I bet,” Mur said, looking around the room. He uncurled his tentacle. “I brought batteries for the big gravity wand.”

“Oh, Paint just went to get some! Thank you. She’ll be back soon.”

“Good,” Mur said, wiping at the flour dust that was already settling on him. “Ugh, this is unpleasant.”

“Sure i-is,” I hiccuped, followed by an exasperated noise. “At least I don’t get acid reflux with the hiccups. Small mercies.”

Mur asked, “Get what?” as Paint arrived, wielding the big gravity wand like a broadsword.

“Stand back! Oh, hi Mur. These batteries are only half charged, so I’m going to clean as fast as I can!” As short as she was, she looked like a scaly child waving a grownup weapon that she had no business using. Which wasn’t entirely wrong.

“I am standing ba-ack,” I announced, taking my broom to the doorway where the air was clearer.

Paint gave me a sideways look, finger hesitating over the power button.

I sighed and brushed flour dust off my sleeve. “It’s a stupid human thing.”

“Muscle spasms,” Mur put in helpfully. “Apparently sometimes they come with acid?”

“With what?” Paint demanded.

“Not like that,” I hurried to clarify. “Some people get stomach acid splashing up their throat, just enough to hurt.”

“That’s terrible,” Paint said, concern all over her scaly orange face. “What causes it?”

“No one’s really sure. My favorite theory is that it’s evolutionary history, our brains trying to breathe with gills, but—” I paused for another hiccup. “—Pretty sure that’s not actually it.”

“Wild,” Mur said. “Here, Paint; I brought fresh batteries.”

“Oh, thank you! No wonder I couldn’t find them.”

That would have been a great time for the hiccups to stop, while the conversation had moved on, but no such luck. I leaned against the door frame and tried to breathe evenly.

Paint juggled batteries, finally setting the gravity wand on the floor to swap them out properly. After another loud hiccup, she asked, “What makes the muscle spasms go away?”

“They usually do on their own,” I said. “Some people get them for a long time, but I’ve been pretty lu-ucky.”

“Sure,” Mur said, picking up the old batteries. “Lucky.”

Paint stood back up. “Nothing makes them calm down faster?”

“There are a few things,” I admitted. “Mostly stuff to distract the person from paying attention to them, really. Drink water from the far side of a cup, get startled by something, hold your breath a long time. I usually just take a lot of deep breaths, and they go aw-ay.” I grimaced. “Not today, apparently.”

Something hard closed around both shoulders and yanked me backward into the hallway, to where open mandibles hissed in my face, surrounded by shiny black exoskeleton and terrifying faceted eyes.

“Ahhh! Good gods, Trrili!” I stumbled upright, gasping for breath as she released me with far too much smugness.

“You arrrre welcome,” Trrili purred. “Wasss that enough of a ssstarrrtle, orrr ssshould I find a nice hiding placcce to jump out frrrom?”

“I’m good; thanks!” I said. My heart was beating dangerously fast, but the hiccups were long gone.

“Hm. Disappointing,” Trrili said, dropping the hiss. “Let me know if you require further medicinal terror.” Then she glided off down the hallway on many quiet bug legs.

I shuddered a little. “Yeah. Sure. I’ll do that.”

Paint was wide-eyed, crouched to pick up the gravity wand where she’d dropped it. I’d dropped the broom too, and I hadn’t heard either of them fall. The batteries had fallen out again.

Paint asked, “Are you going to tell her next time you have those spasms?”

“Ha! No, I don’t think I will.”

“I might,” Mur said with a grin.

“Hey now,” I said sternly, bending to pick up the broom. “Don’t make me sweep flour on you.”

He laughed and danced out of range, and the three of us got back to work cleaning up with nary a hiccup.

I did sneeze at the dust, which started a whole other conversation, but at least they knew what those were.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

[wileycap]

Special Instructions For Luke Skywalker

(approved by hon. Sen. Organa, Gen. Solo, entirety of Rogue Squadron, Adm. Ackbar, hon. Sen. Mothma, distributed to Cmdr. Skywalker)

1. No acrobatics, except in designated excercise areas.

1.1. Not even if you can "jump really high, the Force is so bright right now, look!"

2. Absolutely NO mind reading.

2.1. If you do it on accident, try not to get a weird look on your face and also tell us what you learned. Proverb: It's better to know than to wonder about it until one ends up doing something stupid.

2.2. Yes. I'm talking about that. I can't look General Madine in the eye anymore.

2.3. It's still allowed for intrasquadron prank purposes. But you can't do it to the others, they freak out.

3. No posing. Yes, you pose. It's annoying and wrong. The rest of us are dirty and want to slump down into our own filth and sleep. We don't need to see you being all heroic.

4. No claiming "the will of the Force" when you do something weird. Yes it's saved all our lives more than once. Yes it's still offputting and just plain disturbing.

4.1. "The universe is telling me that..." is not an acceptable substitute.

4.2. "I have received an omen" is also out.

4.3. "The vibes speak to me" is funny but no.

4.4. "Hey guys, guess what came to me in a dream" might be okay but it was in the middle of combat. And you said it over the general comms. And then you did an unannounced microjump into actual hyperspace in the middle of actual combat. Admiral Ackbar nearly had a medical event.

5. If somebody wants to hold your lightsaber you should let them.

5.1. You're officially allowed to disregard that. Never give Janson your lightsaber again. We have no idea how he snuck that in in the first place.

5.2. If Princess Leia requests to inspect your ceremonial weapon (commonly known as a 'lightsaber'), you should let her. For reasons for legitimate cultural intrest and archeological research. And because as your superior, she has the right to inspect your weapon as set down in the Alliance Charter, section General Conduct, heading B4467, subheading BA561-33. By permission of Princess Leia. I approve of this. Luke give it to me for a second you get to have it all the time.

6. If you need to "have a conversation with a ghost", do it in a private place.

6.1. If you agree to have your ghost conversations in private, we promise to stop referring to our "private time" as "having a conversation with a ghost."

6.2. In fact, we could just stop announcing it altogether. It was funny the first time and it hasn't been funny since. Guys, I don't want to know.

6.3. But please don't talk to thin air in front of us.

7. Luke, you are a hero of the Alliance. We are also friends. You don't need to bow when you see me, even if I am technically royalty and your superior.

7.1. It's very sweet that you do it and I appreciate that you want to show your respect, but the new recruits are getting confused.

7.2. NO, ADMIRAL ACKBAR DIDN'T WRITE THAT. It was obviously me, Leia!

7.3. If you're doing this on purpose and hiding it behind your innocent farmboyishness, I'LL KILL YOU. I'll kill you until you're dead.

7.4. STOP BOWING STOP

8. Don't work on the Falcon unsupervised.

8.1. Me being in the general area isn't supervision.

8.2. Me being near you but working on a different part isn't supervision.

8.3. Apparently me looking over your shoulder isn't supervision either. Just don't do it, kid.

9. Cub. You are very small in comparison to other humans. If you are having trouble hunting I can do it for you.

9.1. Apologies. Han reminded me that you are an adult by the standards of your species. I travel with him and I am often confused that he is an adult. You understand.

9.2. No asking Chewie if his relationship with me is "kind of like adopting a tooka" for him. For one, no, and for two, everybody else already made that joke.

9.3. He is very much like a badly behaved tooka.

[suzukiblu]

who is match?

That . . . is a slightly complicated question, friend, because he keeps getting either retconned or getting given VERY alternate origins, hah. When I'M talking about him, I'm usually talking about specifically this version:

THAT Match is the OG version from the nineties, who was created by the Agenda as a clone of Superboy and meant to be the first draft/test run of a line of metahuman clone soldiers they wanted to produce to, like, sell to the highest bidder. He's an asshole who insists that he has no free will and therefore can't be enslaved while VERY CLEARLY BEING A PERSON WITH FREE WILL WHO IS BEING ENSLAVED, and the Agenda mostly trots him out to pretend to be Superboy and fuck with Project Cadmus or the superhero community in general or just try to murder Superboy/Young Justice/whoever they're annoyed with this week, I guess. His whole thing is he's better-educated than Superboy and knows more about literally everything but especially how their powers work, because he got the full education uploads (AND THE FULL INDOCTRINATION UPLOADS, JUST SAYIN') while Superboy got yanked out of his own cloning tube early and saved from . . . well, at least SOME of the mind control that Cadmus was gonna stuff in his head. SOME of it.

( goddammit, Lex )

This Match considers Superboy obsolete and himself as a better, updated version of their design, and again, is way better-educated and better with their powers. He is also way less creative and self-motivated, however, which tends to bite him in the ass when Superboy decides to get batshit in their fights. Like, that's generally how Superboy beats him, when he does: he just does something absolutely fucking STUPID and it works because Match is thinking "no one would actually be that stupid--oh my GOD how are you THIS STUPID?!?!"

Later on for no apparent reason they decided to have him genetically degrade and go Bizarro in Teen Titans, which annoyed the fuck out of me because it's actually the literal worst possible thing you could do to a character who prides themselves on being an improved design and more intelligent than their rival/enemy/foil, but like . . . the narrative was not really examining that, from what I know of it, the narrative was just "oh Bizarro Superboy is here to upset/freak out everybody while Kon is dead and also now he's being mind-controlled by an asshole and the good guys are . . . fine with that? for some reason??" and just . . . sigh. SIGH. And then he gets fucking murdered and used for scrap parts to make MORE Superboy clones, which oh my god, fucking horrifying TOO and YET . . .

Though apparently in Rebirth, he's alive again and they've semi-redone his origin and made him a clone of Superboy that Amanda Waller has inexplicably managed to produce and even more inexplicably somehow uploaded all of Kon's memories into? Somehow?? And is forcing to work on the Suicide Squad for her, because fuck Amanda Waller, jfc. And for a while in there he thought he WAS Kon, because like, how the fuck would he have known different. So that was fun for him to find out about, I guess! Especially because he ALSO started to Bizarro-degenerate about five seconds into that particular realization.

FYI KON HAS TRIED TO SAVE THIS BOY SO MANY TIMES AND IT HAS NEVER WORKED. NEVER. IT KILLS ME.

Also he seems to have inherited Kon's thing for older women along with his presumable memories, cough cough cough.

And ALSO there's a version of Match in Young Justice Animated who is actually OLDER than Conner, because he was directly cloned from purely Kryptonian DNA and then failed as a weapon because he wasn't controllable, and Project Kr was created as a hybridized clone after he became too unmanageable to use. He's apparently just full-stop psychotically violent due to shitty mental conditioning and instability in his Kryptonian DNA, and very much unbalanced, which is waaaaay different than the more calculating and educated version we first got in the comics.

It actually low-key makes me insane that they apparently just decided to make a character who was all uncontrollable violence and rage and just, like . . . never revisit him or actually HELP him despite the fact that he is EXPLICITLY both mentally AND physically compromised and therefore can't really be considered to be, you know, an informed asshole making informed asshole decisions any more than Conner was when his pod first got cracked. Project Match is a fucking baby who's had a very shit excuse for a "life" and has been CONDITIONED to respond violently AND is effectively suffering from a genetic disorder, but we're just gonna . . . ignore that, I guess . . . and punish him for it? I guess?? For being how he was made and not having the mental capacity to figure out how to be anything else in the, like, thirty fucking seconds of actual consciousness the series allows him??

And I am just not gonna talk about what they did to him in the tie-in comic, hahaha. FUCK that tie-in comic.

( one day I will write fix-it fic for you, YJ Animated Match. one day. I AM COMING FOR YOU. BE STRONG. )

[youling-the-ghost]

sfth incorrect quotes pt.4 because I'm addicted to making these (the link I used)

*Sam is reading a Clifford The Big Red Dog book* Luke, watching: How did he get to be so big? Do they ever explain that? Sam: Well, Emily’s love for him grew, and so did he. Luke: Well, your dog is pretty small. Guess that says something about you, huh? Sam, angrily shutting his book: YOU’RE SMALL! WHAT DOES THAT SAY ABOUT YOUR PARENTS?!?! AJ: Hey, Tom? Tom: Yeah? AJ: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on? Tom: Tom: Where’s Luke?

Sam: You know what the problem is? Your really cute, so no one ever told you to shut your pie-hole. Luke: You think I’m cute? Sam: SHUT YOUR PIE-HOLE! AJ: I am an expert at identifying birds. Tom: Okay, what about those ones flying over there? AJ: Yeah, they're all birds. Luke: What are you guys playing? AJ: Go Fish. Luke: That’s a nice, safe game. Luke: But don’t you need cards? AJ: Where do you keep the spear gun? Sam: I regret nothing!!! Tom: I regret everything!!! Luke: Live fast, die young, leave behind a pretty corpse! That’s what I always say! AJ: You should say something else. Sam: I failed my safety training course today. Tom: Why, what happened? Sam: Well one of the questions was "In case of a fire, what steps would you take?" Tom: And? Sam: Well apparently "FUCKING LARGE ONES" isn't an acceptable answer. Luke: But what about AJ? Sam: Don't worry about him. Sam: I once watched him fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating his hotdog like nothing happened. Luke: Caffeine no longer keeps me awake while I work, so instead I have Tom periodically send me texts saying ‘we need to talk.’ Luke: It gives me the right amount of adrenaline and fear I need to keep going. Tom: That sounds like a terrible plan. Sam: Oh, we've had worse. AJ: I sort of did something and I need some advice, but I don't want a lot of judgment and criticism. Luke: And you came to me? AJ: So, I've been thinking Tom- Tom: That's dangerous. Sam: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT! Luke: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone. Sam: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch? Luke: Somehow that's worse. *AJ is crying after a breakup* Luke: There there, AJ. AJ, still crying: Thanks, but how did you get into my room? Luke: Great question— Tom: My aesthetic is "would be suspected of witchcraft by small town citizens." Tom: All of your existences are confusing. The Squad: How so? Tom: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to any of you upsets me. Tom: *looks at AJ* Tom: Baby boy. Baby. Tom: *looks at Sam* Tom: Evil. (Luke is somehow both at the same time) Sam: I love being right. It’s one of my favorite personality traits. AJ: What's the most illegal thing you can do with one dollar? Sam: Exchange it for a hundred pennies, put them all in a sock, and then beat someone to death with it. AJ: One time I went to hand Sam a bowl of soup. I wanted to say “Careful, it’s hot!”, and “Here’s your soup!”, so instead I blurted out “Careful it’s soup.” Tom: I am in charge of this disaster! AJ: I have a name, you know. Tom: Luke, Sam, I love y’all and all, but can I ask what in the hell are you doing? Sam, trying to stabilize a tower of folding chairs that Luke is sitting atop: Oh nothing much. Luke: I love you too :) Tom: Do you know a turtles only weakness? AJ: No...well, their slowness. Tom: Their weaknesss is they can't roll over when they are on their backs. Tom: Now I have a plan. Tom: If I duct tape two turtles together, they'll be unstoppable. Sam, talking about Luke: WHAT THE FUCK I WAS ARGUING WITH HIM AND I SAID “OOH YOU WANNA KISS ME SO BAD” AND GUESS WHAT? HE DID. HE KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DO I DO. AJ: What are you writing? Sam: The government wants to know what kind of weapons we have in the house. I'm letting them know it's private information. Tom, looking over Sam's shoulder: This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy. AJ: I was voted “friendliest classmate” in high school. Sam: I was voted “most likely to become a clown”... Luke: You think that’s bad? HA! I was voted “most likely to get rabies”! AJ: Sam won’t come out of their room! Tom: Just tell them I said something. AJ: Like what? Tom: Anything factually incorrect. AJ, shrugging: If you say so. Sam, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

[nekropsii]

im thinking about the relationship between kankri and porrim because its just so fucking WEIRD like theyre obviously important to eachother or care about eachother to some extent but we dont really know why?? like they dont seem to get along very well

she patronizes him constantly (which is VERY loaded considering they lived on fucking beforus) and ignores his boundaries (calling him patronizing nicknames he doesnt like, wiping his face while he tried to push her off) and he constantly makes insensitive bitchy bigoted comments that go against all of her values and make her angry

and theres not the same dynamic dolorosa and signless had where she raised him like theyre the same age so why do they even talk to eachother?? what is their relationship?? like were they childhood friends or something?? itd make sense if they were both a little different as kids and therefore got along better but then why do they still talk to eachother when they really dont now ITS SO WEIRD

It's... Complicated. They go way back, as far as I can tell.

The way I see it, they do not have a "Mother and Son" relationship- I find that most who assert this often place far too much maturity onto Porrim, who is literally 19 years old. It's more like an Adoptive/Found Sibling relationship between someone with a severe case of Eldest Daughter Syndrome and the social conditioning of a higher-end Midblood on Beforus, and someone with a chronic case of Only Child and the social conditioning of a Mutant Lime on Beforus. The relationship makes more sense to me when you view it this way. It's just... A fraught sibling relationship, formed under societal pressures we can't even fathom. Porrim Maryam, trained by society to cull those beneath her, trying hard not to, and for the most succeeding outside of someone very close to her, and Kankri Vantas, culled and isolated his whole life, becoming a total suck-up to the deeply misogynistic, ableist, hemoloyal culling system as both a method of self defense and as a wielding of the only weapon he really knows. It was used against him all the time, and it works, doesn't it? If sucking up to Able-Bodied Male Highbloods and ridiculing everyone beneath that golden standard is the best way to ensure safety, then he's gonna do it. He's essentially a lifelong voter for the Leopards Eating People's Faces Party.

Ultimately, I think what keeps Porrim by his side is that... I think she believes in him. It's like watching yourself lose your sibling to the Alt-Right Pipeline. I think she thinks he doesn't actually believe most of what he's saying, and that this is all deeply reflexive. She's smart enough to recognize the real systemic issues at play here, and that he's essentially caught in chains between 5 different machines that all want him dead. And she's right. When you actually read the shit Kankri's saying, it becomes almost immediately apparent that he's spouting bullshit, and that he absolutely knows this. I think what keeps Kankri by her side is that he knows she cares about him. There isn't any denying it. She might infringe on boundaries, or be generally annoying to him, and keeps doing that frustrating little thing called seeing through his and everyone else's bullshit and calling them out on it- not just including but especially his- but she cares. I think he knows that at the end of all things what he'd have left is her. Is this to say that if you got Kankri to grow a spine and genuinely believe in things that aren't spoonfeedings of the latest Conservative Highblood Talking Point/Psy-Op, he'd be a good person? Hell no. No way. He has a raging savior complex and is way too eager to throw other people under the bus and insult/ridicule them to their faces. He's an asshole. Just completely slimy.

But, again, sibling relationships know no bounds. This kind of dynamic just feels so... Realistic to me. The way their relationship is so strained but still so strong and ongoing just feels so human. I don't know. This is pretty meandering, I just think about them a lot.

[azrielsshadows42]

A Court of Scales and Fire V

A/n: Sry about the wait, I had assessment after assessment plus 2 exams, then I had massive writer's block, but it is here, finally. Thank you all so much for your patience. This is also my submission for @erisweekofficial, day 7: free, I'm hoping this will help get my story out there. btw, you cannot read this as a stand alone it will not make sense.

Chapter 4 Character Moodboards

A/N: The dividers are made by @tsunami-of-tears , and comment 🐆 if you got the Kipo reference

Warnings: Swearing, No misogynistic Illyrian lords were harmed in the making of this chapter (unfortunately)

Both = Mind speak (Colour will vary depending on who is speaking)

Bold = Ancient Language

Italics = Thoughts

Word count: 3.2k (Excluding Recap)

Recap:

"Focus. I thought you said he's not your friend"

"He's not" I immediately replied with, saying it so fast I almost interrupted her. "If you're not friends, then why is he here?" I sighed deeply; this shit was not exactly my forte "He is the High Lord of Autumn, we made a deal with him a little while ago, and now we have an alliance" That was explained terribly, but it will have to do.

"What does he want now?" My eyes shot toward where the 'discussion' would surely be taking place, as if I could see through the walls, right to where Eris was standing and glare at him to make sure he didn't try anything stupid.

"No idea"

Rhysand's Pov

We sat there studying each other for a moment in silence. Ever since both ends of our bargain had been held up, Eris never visited the Night Court, he wasn't welcome here. Just because our courts were allies, for the benefit of the Autumn people, did not mean we suddenly liked each other, and it certainly gave him no authority to waltz into MY home, unannounced.

"What do you want, Eris?" My voice was cold, as it always was during official High Lord correspondence. His eyes regarded me with indifference, and he raised a goblet of wine to his lips, painfully slowly. I somehow had a feeling he did that just to grate on my nerves.

"I would have thought that brute of yours would have told you" He drawled. "While Under the Mountain, we were attacked by a witch who, as I understand is now under your roof, you wouldn't happen to know her, would you?" Eris took another slow drink from his glass, my eyes narrowed, sharp enough to cut through his mental barriers if I wanted. "Are you suggesting that I planted the female there?"

"Well, it is rather suspicious you learned of it and dispatched one of your dogs at the same time I did, especially considering how much farther the Night Court is from the place of incidence." His know-it-all tone annoyed me beyond belief, but I managed to speak my next words with the same cool indifference as the rest of this discussion. "We did not know her prior to the events of yesterday"

"Really? I could have sworn I heard her and your general talking earlier, they seemed pretty comfortable, has he tired of Nesta already? Typical of Illyrians." I failed to keep the rage out of my eyes, the anger out of my voice. "If there is nothing else you're here for, High Lord" The title was spat out like an insult "Then leave, now"

"Actually, Rhysand, there is" The words were spoken with a thoughtfulness that didn't match the fae speaking them. I did not say anything, did not deign him with a response, my silence was his invitation to elaborate.

"Recently my guards have found traces of people passing through Autumn with our regular traders, People I have not permitted, carrying with them something unfamiliar, and certainly not from any of the seven courts, nor the human lands as well as a mysterious break in the trees, perhaps your new little witch friend has something to do with it"

I considered that this might be true, though whether this female was a witch or if that was just another thing Eris assumed about her was unclear, although I also considered that these strange occurrences might be caused by the apparent weapon smuggler's Y/n told us of, in which case she is telling the truth, at least about this.

"We shall keep a close eye on her, in the meantime, she is innocent until proven guilty, and she is under the protection of the Night Court, so I believe it is time for you to take your leave" I stated it with finality in my voice that left no room for him to argue. The new Autumn High Lord huffs slightly in displeasure, but makes no retort, winnowing back to his Court without any further fuss, merely saying: "I will be back tomorrow".

I really hope I don't regret this.

The next morning - Y/n's Pov

It was early, the sun hadn't even crested over the mountain yet, Y/n was still in her guest silk night gown. She sat atop the massive bed, Everest in her lap. "Ok, granted, we haven't gotten anywhere with our mission" Her long leafy tail flicked a piece of lint off her knee, very pretentiously, in Y/n's opinion. "Told you." She would have retorted, but they both heard footsteps, judging by the length between each sound and how deep it was, she guessed it was Cassian. "Hide"

Y/n scrambled to the top and threw the linens over herself while Everest shrunk further to the size of a large mouse and crawled under the bed. The footsteps stopped right outside the door, then they were violently flung open. "Gooooood morning!" Cassian's booming voice sounded out into the room with a sing-song aspect to it. "Time to get up sleepy head" While yes, she was already awake, it was four-thirty in the morning, what the hell was he talking about?

"It's too early to be awake" came her grumbled response, she made sure her voice was deeper and slightly rasped. "You said you wanted to go to Illyria, right?" There was a pause in which she used to process what he had just said. "Really?" she questioned.

Cassian's grin brightened; he is way to energetic right now. What the hell does he put in his coffee, cause whatever it is, he needs to share, I need some of that too. "Really, but only if you get up now" His hazel eyes looked at me expectantly. I looked back at him, lips thinned. "Well are you going to leave so I can change?" That seemed to snap him out of it. "OH, right, right, yes, I'll leave" He bolted out, closing the door behind him.

Once they knew Cassian was out of earshot, Everest climbed back on to the bed giving Y/n the sassiest, most flat look a dragon could. "Illyria, really?" "What? I'm curious!" She rolled her emerald eyes.

"And what am I to do while you're out galivanting?" Y/n stood up from the bed, taking off her sleepwear and replacing it with her undergarments and armour. "Have you found a princess to torment yet?" Everest's head whirled around so fast she worried she might snap her own neck. "I will bite you." hissed Everest.

"Right, cause you've never bitten me before, I'll be in true agony, such unexpected pain" Y/n's words oozed sarcasm. Everest huffed, turned toward the open pavilion and flew out over Velaris, but not before throwing one last glare at Y/n, just for good measure.

Y/n put her hair up in a simple braided updo before exiting the bedroom. She grabs one of the sandwiches the house put on the table as she walked past and into the training room, where she assumed Cassian would be. Y/n was proven right when lo and behold, there stood the Night Courts general, next to their emissary, Mor. "Greetings, and salutations" she said cheerily, Cassian matched her energy while Mor appeared as if she would fall over any second. Someone clearly had not yet woken up. Y/n clapped my hands together "So, how are we getting there?"

"The lovely Morrigan will be winnowing us" Her eyes trailed the females tired form sceptically. "Does 'The Lovely Morrigan' know that?" Mor was now leaning almost all her body weight on Cassian. "Yeah, I asked her yesterday" She let out a grumble, opening her eyes a bit more while pushing off of Cassian. "You failed to mention that I needed to do it at four-thirty" He feigned confusion "Did I? Huh, must've slipped my mind, and technically, it's five now" This, unsurprisingly, didn't improve Mor's mood.

"Just get over here so I can go back to bed" They stepped closer to her, each putting a hand on her shoulder, the world warped, twisting and turning once more until they were on a snowy peak. The second they got there, Mor shook their hands off her, and winnowed back before they could thank her. It was not long after that the cold penetrated Y/n's armour. She shivered, and goose bumps rose on her skin under her sleeves.

"Not used to the cold?" She had been in plenty of cold places before, but usually Everest would be there to warm her up, always blocking the wind so she never felt it. "No, I'm fine with the cold, I just never knew this place warranted the use of igloos" Cassian laughed uproariously. "It's not that cold, if you want igloos, you'll find them in Winter" Y/n watched as their breath plumed out in front of them. "We'll agree to disagree"

Snow crunched ahead of them, Y/n could see three winged figures, one in front, the others trailing a few paces behind. She wasn't sure why, but she didn't like the vibe they gave off, and the middle one looked very punch-able. "Lord Devlon" Cassian said in greeting.

"Cassian" His eyes roamed over Y/n in distaste. "Have you brought another witch here?" She didn't know who this Devlon was talking about, or if Cassian had actually brought a witch here, but she decided if she was only going to be here once, then she'd have as much fun with it as she could.

"No, this time he got the witches mentor" Y/n grinned evilly at them. Panic flashed across Devlon's face, though he tried to conceal it. His companions however, made no such attempt. She could hear Cassian mutter under his breath saying "You and Nesta both" with an exasperated look and shook his head. Oh, so Nesta was the 'Witch' he'd brought last time, I should've guessed.

"She is here to learn, just like Nesta was" Devlon's eyes narrowed, his lips pursed and just a general air of supreme asshole about him. "No."

"We weren't asking" Cassian replies, with an edge to his voice. "I will not have you bring more disgrace to this camp" He sniped sharply. It was then, that Y/n stepped forward, her eyes dark, menace in every move she took. "Oh really, is that so?" To intimidate them, she started chanting in the ancient language of the dragon riders known as Draconic.

"Feta, Gouda, Chevre, Fromage"

The two lackies pulled their weapons as she made the marks around her eyes glow, Devlon's face revealed the fear he felt in that moment, even Cassian looked at her unsurely. "Stop, STOP IT THIS INSTANT" Y/n only chanted louder.

"FETA, GOUDA, CHEVRE, FROMAGE"

"Alright, alright, enough, you can train here, just stop your curses." The glowing faded and she plastered a sickly-sweet smile on her face watching Lord Devlon heave breath after breath. "Lovely, thank you so much for your generous hospitality"

Cassian's Pov

I was starting to think that maybe Eris wasn't entirely wrong about Y/n being a witch. I have never heard a language like that, and her face glowed, at least, some of it. And it has been officially confirmed that her and Nesta would get along swell. All she needs is a smut book in front of her and they're practically twins.

We walked through the camp, snow crunching beneath us, I could tell the cold was starting to get to her. I guided her past the buildings, pointing out certain shops, explaining anything she questioned. "Why was Devlon so pissy about me coming here? I mean, I get the whole 'No outsider's' thing, but it almost seemed personal.

"I'm not regarded very highly here, anyone I bring, he would immediately hate. I already brought Nesta here and she also said she was a witch, you can imagine how well that went over. And finally, you're another female I have brought to train, he doesn't want to lose more weapons. There is a superstition here that if a female touches a weapon, it will bring bad luck to the wielder" I winced, this was the part of Illyrian heritage I wished I could erase, it was silly, but mostly, I worried it would deter Y/n, make her want to leave.

To my surprise, she laughed. "Then my blades must be double cursed, they were forged by a female too" I couldn't help but chuckle at that. "They would lose their shit if you ever told them that"

We only stopped once we got to the furthest training ring in the camp, just in case she did anymore witch-stuff. "What exactly did you do back there?" Her brows pulled together in confusion, so I elaborated. "The chanting and the glowing eyes?"

"Oh, that was nothing" My eyes told her that was not enough of an answer. "I just said a bunch of words from a language we are taught when becoming trackers, and the marks on my face can glow when I tell them to, apparently it's got something to do with a survival tool that we no longer need, but still have the feature. If Lord misogyny is just gonna assume I'm a witch, I might as well have some fun with it."

As if Devlon didn't hate me enough, he gave me plenty of shit about bringing Nesta before even knowing she's not a witch. However there will be no way to convince him otherwise after that little stunt Y/n pulled.

"Are you ready for some real Illyrian training?" I asked as a challenge. She unsheathed her blades, spinning them around herself elaborately for show before crouching in a fighting stance, prepared to leap.

"Ready"

Eris's Pov

I was back at the house of wind, to my surprise, it was Rhysand who had contacted me about a meeting today, saying he did indeed have information about who he suspects is behind the unauthorised traders. I walked into the room, eyes scanning for imperfections, I found none, they prepared well, I'd give them that. Both Rhysand and Feyre were sitting at an immaculately set table, finger foods plated beautifully dotted its surface.

I sat down opposite Rhysand, my hands had not even touched the table before a commotion was heard, voices and wingbeats. My heart jumped for some unexplained reason, and I beat it down because who gave it the right to start flapping around like a lovesick puppy?

The witch and general came in while talking to each other loudly, they were both covered in sweat. She was flushed and panting, her hair littered with fly a ways, but I struggled to redirect my gaze from her form. Her armour shined in a way those Illyrian leathers Cassian wore could only dream of ever comparing.

"I take it back, I wasn't ready" she spoke, panting heavily as she walks over to the couch and collapses on it. "Told you so" She rose her upper body on her elbows, turning to face him. "Hey, you try doing my work out without breaking a sweat, mine is a lot more cardio" Cassian's face scrunched up. "I'm good, thanks"

"Perhaps Y/n should join this meeting, as it is her mission to capture the people causing these disturbances, yes?" She perked up, raising herself higher and twisting her body to face us. "You've heard more about the weapons league?"

"I believe your weapon smugglers are the strange people mingling with Autumn's merchants" Her face brightened, the streaks of blue in her eyes coming to the forefront. There was something about the idea of working with her, of being closer that just pulled me in, I can't explain it, and I am finding that it won't be long before I can't fight it either. That could not happen, I will not develop... whatever this is for her, I need to stop it here and now.

"She is not from here, she can't possibly have a lot of information about them, there is no need for her to participate in this meeting, besides she seems..." My eyes trailed over her body with appreciation masked as disgust "...Occupied"

"On the contrary, these fae originally were causing trouble in her homelands and have stowed away here, she is more knowledgeable on this adversary than anyone we know." Rhysand interjected. I wanted to point out something else, something that would keep her away from this table and more importantly, away from me, but nothing came to mind, so I just tersely nodded my head, accepting her involvement.

"Alright, just give me a moment" The female got up off the couch, making her way to what he assumed was her guest bedroom limping a little. "Is she seriously postponing a meeting with two high lords and a High lady to primp?"

"You have no space to argue about primping, Eris" I knew that, and really, I was glad she was taking the time to get herself ready, unlike the brute who just sat down radiating heat like a second, very unwanted sun smelling of sweat and picking at some of the food laid out.

It isn't long before she returns with her hair down, still wet from the quick shower she took, her scent of caramel with a hint of pine invaded my nose and I couldn't help but notice how well it mixed with cinnamon and earth that I have. What is wrong with me?

Her hair swayed with her movements, blowing a more potent dose of her scent toward me, Y/n sat down beside me and started speaking about the contraband the fae were smuggling. I listened to every word but it went in one ear and out the other, all while I stared at her with intense focus. Before I knew it, everyone was looking at me, expecting some kind of input.

"Why are they in my lands?" I really hope that she hadn't already answered that. "I suspect it is because of the new power shift, there is always a certain acclimation time where mistakes are more easily made, therefore easier for them to work in, the fact that it is a straight line from Elethairia to Autumn is just a nice little convenience for them."

How dare they? How dare they think that just because I am in charge now, they could slip by undetected, I am not weak, and nothing happens in my court without me knowing. "I'd like access to your lands so I can track them down" Her voice broke through my rage, effectively gaining my attention.

"And how would this arrangement work?" Her eyes fixed on mine "I would go to Autumn from morning till evening, then return here until the job is done" I had no idea where my next words came from, they had not received approval from my brain before they were said, laid out for everyone to gawk at. "That's ridiculous, you'll stay in Autumn, track them down and then I shall assist in getting them back to Elethairia" I was seconds away from saying something truly stupid like getting you back to Elethairia, but luckily he wasn't that far gone.

I should have just agreed with the original proposal, that was what I was planning on, but my mouth had other plans, and I couldn't take my offer off the table now, otherwise I'd look like an indecisive buffoon. Instead, I said this:

"I shall await your answer" I then got up, thanked Rhysand and Feyre and winnowed back to Autumn, though a part of me longed to bring her with.

Only so she could get to work sooner and rid my lands of these weapon smugglers. No other reason. None. She would catch them, I'd get her back to her home and these frivolous feelings would end. I would continue to rule Autumn, she would do whatever she does, and our paths would never cross again. That is what I want.

Then why did the thought hurt so bad?

Tag list: @imma-too-many-fandoms @rcarbo1

Chapter 6

A/n: Hope you enjoyed, again, my sincerest apologies about the wait

[xxcrystalinerose]

EA Patch 2 dropped!! I'm so happy we finally get more UI icons, every visual update makes the game feel a bit more complete. I hope we get new portraits soon!

Some thoughts about the patch:

1. When I first downloaded the patch I immediately went on an Underworld run on Persephone aspect (Skull) and Surface run on Moros (Flames). Glory gain only on Omega cast feels like a major nerf to me and makes the aspect clunkier, while the Moros aspect is straight up cracked now after the basic update to Flames in general. I was clearing entire rooms with 60% extra mobs settings in under 20 seconds lmao

2. Flames in general are doing much better! The attack speed majorly helps to incentivize me picking any other Attack-oriented hammer upgrade than the one that adds channelling speed and attack speed. Moving while firing is also MUCH easier and now I'm no longer an Umbral Flames hater. Even with the nerf to special base damage, the Flames are still good!

3. Fucking finally they adjusted that real annoying vulnerable window between the Axe's block ending and the Omega Special landing. More incentive to use the Charon aspect and specials in general! Slightly-but-noticeably faster Omega Attack channel speed + basic tuning to crit buff proc makes Thanatos aspect EVEN BETTER too.

4. Momus aspect got reworked, so goodbye 1k Omega Specials lmao. Haven't had the chance to test it though.

5. As of currently imo the weakest weapon overall (playstyle, aspects, base damage, etc.) is the Argent Skull, while the strongest is the Moonstone Axe. My favorite is still Sister Blades though.

6. No wonder I haven't finished Original Sins yet, because apparently the Barren Chaos curse is really rare.

7. Reworked chance to encounter Boon rooms helps in steering my builds better. Now I don't have to use the same keepsake across 2 different regions just to rarify too!

8. Wolf Howl's reduced Hex cost makes it EVEN MORE SPAMMABLE. Pro tip: always pick up the Path that lets you use it twice in a row and the one that makes you Impervious for 2 seconds after using it. Easy.

9. Gatling lasers from Moneybags are less annoying; conversely Mourners are even more annoying. Balanced as all things should be. Queen Lamia is no longer a pushover.

10. Funniest patch note of all time. Nuff said.

[narnian-neverlander]

Reaching Out [Adam Warlock x GN!Reader]

Plot Summary: The Sovereign are responsible for some of the biggest tragedies in your life. But when you meet one of them that just seems different, you find yourself reevaluating your stance and reaching out to him.

Word Count: 1,6k

Warnings: Guardians 3 spoilers, talk about canon typical violence

A/N: Haven’t written/posted sth in about… 5-6 years??? But of course Will Poulter being a literal and figurative golden boy is what gets me back to it 🤷

This was really just supposed to be a prelude to a scenario I actually wanted to write, but it kinda got away from me, so have it on it’s own

Best friend or not, when you’d come back from a mission of your own to learn that Rocket’s kleptomaniac tendencies had put you smack dab in the middle of a crossfire with the Sovereign, you’d had half a mind to stuff and mount him to a wall. You’d spent almost your entire life hiding from that nation and now you were back on their radar. After just barely escaping Ego and the Sovereign army by the skin of your teeth, you’d immediately started packing, ready to run and hide again; they would come for you, that hadn’t been a question of if, but when. And you would not put your newfound family at risk by staying with them.

Except… they’d refused to let you leave. Every last one of them. They’d sat you down and demanded an explanation at the very least, so you’d done just that. Told them about how the Sovereign had considered your people a threat, an abomination even, due to your shapeshifting abilities. About the destruction of your planet, your people and finally finding a temporary safe haven on the little mud-ball known as earth. It’d been quiet for a long moment after that, then Gamora had shrugged and with a very blunt ‘What’s one more target on our backs?’ the discussion was over and Drax was carrying your bags back to your room before you could utter a single word of protest. You would never admit it to any of them, but you’d cried yourself to sleep that night. People you could rely on, who’d risk their lives for you - you hadn’t had that in a very long time.

The memory of that day had been fresh on your mind when your retrieval mission at Orgocorp’s headquarters had gone sideways; severely outnumbered with the Sovereign and the High Evolutionary’s lackeys on their way, you’d gladly stayed behind to give your friends a clean escape. The fact that you’d ended up in the hands of the people you’d been hiding from your whole life didn’t matter if it meant giving the others a chance to save Rocket.

You’d only arrived on Knowhere to the aftermath of the attack of the Sovereign’s newest weapon, but whatever you’d been expecting hadn’t been… him. He was different from any Sovereign you’d ever come across. The golden-skinned race of people weren’t exactly known to be particularly individualistic or open-minded, but the Warlock constantly asked questions in such innocence and naivety, it was almost endearing - and frustrating to the High Priestess to no end. The incredulous bark of laughter that had escaped you when he’d flat out told her that he did not like how hurting people made him feel had earned you a few new bruises to the face from the annoyed woman, but it’d been worth it. There was something absolutely hysterical to you about their perfect super weapon apparently having just a bit too much of a mind of his own, only further proven when he’d openly opposed his mother and had insisted on keeping the Ravager’s pet as his companion.

And then he’d saved Peter. Unprompted, a choice all his own; maybe the very first of it’s kind he’d made. As baffling as it had been, you’d seen a lot during your travels of the universe, so maybe, just maybe, a Sovereign with a kind heart wasn’t completely unthinkable. So when you leave the cantina, tears still fresh in your eyes from having said goodbye to some of the people you called family, and find him sitting hunched over on a flight of stairs, dirty, bruised and looking so incredibly lost and alone, you decide to do the unthinkable yourself: you reach out.

There’s plenty of people buzzing about, already repairing the damage the battle did to Knowhere and helping the new arrivals settle in. You grab a blanket from one of them as you pass and weave your way through the crowd. He doesn’t even realize he’s your target until you drape the blanket over his shoulders, making him flinch in the process. Wide, surprised eyes follow your movements as you settle down next to him on the stairs, but he pulls the fabric tighter around himself anyways. There’s a beat of awkward silence during which you realize you hadn’t exactly thought this approach through in it’s entirety, but there is one thing that comes to mind that you decide to ask him about. “You know, between you trying to kill us, my best friend almost dying and some lunatic almost destroying our home… I don’t think I ever actually caught your name. It can’t just be the Warlock, can it?”

“Adam. My name is Adam.” he answers and you give an acknowledging nod as you hold out your hand to him. “Alright, it’s nice to kinda officially meet you, Adam. I’m (y/n).” He stares at your offered hand with furrowed brows and it occurs to you that in all likelihood, the guy has no idea what a handshake even is. “I’m fully aware of who you are; (y/n), the shifter.” Dropping your hand back into your lap, you honestly feel like backing off and just leaving him be. But you don’t. “Right… I’m sure Ayesha told you everything about me…” He seems to brighten at the mention of his mother, but it’s gone just as quickly and replaced by the same exhaustion he’s had in his eyes since you approached him. “She did. To help me with my mission, she gave me very detailed reports on all of you. But-“

Soft music playing from the speakers above you interrupts him and a light chuckle leaves your lips as you recognize the band as one of your favorites from earth; you catch Rocket’s eye from across the square and he gives you a grin and a wink, earning a shake of your head and a laugh in return. Bringing your attention back to the golden man beside you, you find his focus on the crowd and your friends, curiosity written all over his features, accompanied by a small, albeit sad smile. He’d quite obviously never seen a celebration before, had had no victories to celebrate. Hadn’t known the sacrifices that so often went hand in hand with triumph.

“But…?” you prompt gently and he brings his golden eyes back to you. He studies you for a long moment and you’re honestly not quite sure what exactly it is he’s looking for, but he seems to find it all the same. “But… I’m starting to think she was… mistaken about some of it. The things mother told me about the Guardians, specifically about you… don’t align with what I’ve seen for myself.” Humming thoughtfully, you start tapping your foot along to the song as the crowd starts letting loose and picking up pace. “Well… forming your own opinions, your own path? Admitting that not everything that you were taught is necessarily the right thing? That’s all part of growing up. Of becoming your own person. It’s a good thing.” He vehemently shakes his head at that. “It doesn’t feel good. My stomach hurts and it’s like I can’t breathe and I feel so… so…” He struggles to find the right words, but you know exactly what he’s talking about; you’ve been there yourself. “Small? Helpless? Despite your powers?” When he nods in affirmation, you continue. “What you’re feeling is fear. You’re scared. Scared about change, about the unknown that now lies in front of you. It’s perfectly normal, everybody gets scared sometimes.”

If possible, his shoulders slump further and he seems to curl into himself even more. In spite of his tall stature, he seems so incredibly small in that very moment and it makes your heart clench. “Everybody gets scared… I don’t have everybody to guide me, though. I do not have anyone left...” You don’t mean to, you truly don’t, but you can’t help the inelegant snort that escapes you at that; one that erupts into full blown laughter when he gives you a look that can only be described as somewhere between scandalized and actually hurt. “Please”, you manage between wheezes, “you really think we’re gonna save your life and then leave you to fend for yourself? Nah, you can stay here with us - only if you want, of course.” He blinks at you, once, twice, before he says “But… I tried to kill you?” His deadpan delivery makes you laugh yet again, even if it is the truth. “Yeah, we’ve all tried to do that to each other at one point or another, actually.” You find Nebula, gleefully dancing with some of the kids and a grin spreads across your face. “Some on more than one occasion. But here we are, one big, happy, messed up family.”

Adam still looks as puzzled as ever; why would you willingly form a family with people who’d tried to murder you? It’s obvious he’s overwhelmed with… everything, really, so you decide to drop the big, life changing conversation topics for now as you get up and dust yourself off. “Listen, all I’m saying is, you’ve got people here who are similar to you in some ways. Maybe sticking around and learning from them could help you. Either way, I think you’d fit in just fine around here, golden boy.” Big, hopeful, golden eyes follow your movements as you offer your hand to him yet again. “Come on, let’s go find you a place to rest up, okay?” There’s no confusion or hesitation this time as he takes your outstretched hand and let’s you pull him to his feet. Despite the state he’s in, he’s warm, you note, like a bunch of tiny golden suns are burning right under his skin. And as you tug him along behind you, through small alleys and groups of dancing people, he holds on tight and you decide you like how his hand feels in yours.

[hylias-library]

Ohh that was fun to write! Legend really fits this trope perfectly!!!

Be prepared. This is a long one as in, I wrote a 10-page essay. I went completely overboard and I loved every second of it.

I hope you like it! And it's what you had in mind.

@d4-b1 you wanted a tag👀

[Navigation]

You were annoyed. In fact, annoyed was a heavy understatement. Furious would have been a better description.

You glanced sideways to the object of your fury. Legend.

He had picked on you the entire day, without a pause and it really got on your nerves quick.

Ever since you had joined the group he had been a prick, calling you names, calling you weak. So you threw the treatment right back.

You simply couldn’t stand him.

The group was done with your bullshit as well. Having fallen back, to bring as much distance between themselves, you and Legend as they could.

You locked eyes with the Veteran when he glanced your way, snarling at you while you gave him the finger.

Huffing in irritation, you quietly whispered to yourself. “I swear one of these days I’m going to roll my eyes so hard I’m going to go blind.”

You were tired and your legs hurt from traveling the entire day. You didn’t get enough breaks due to unsuitable resting locations. It has been a day for sure.

The sun had already started to set when Time finally declared it was time to set up camp. You groaned louder than you’d have to, but it let a bit of tension escape your system.

“Quit your whining. If a little bit of walking is already too much for you, you shouldn’t have come through the portal.”

The tension was back.

“Excuse me?” You turned towards Legend, who glared at you again.

The others around you already giving each other looks. The next argument was about to start.

Legend rolled his eyes and waved you off. “You’re excused.”

You gasped, already taking offense before pinching the bridge of your nose. “Go buy a personality.”

You got your bedroll from your bag, shaking it out until it got ripped from your hand, an angry Legend now right in your face. “What did you say?”

You glared at him, taking your bedroll back, shoving the Veteran out of your way. “Nice try. You’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. Leave me alone.”

You could visibility see him shaking of anger, but he didn’t say anything else when you rounded him and placed your bedroll as far away from his as you could. Afterwards you proceeded to get comfortable against a tree, pulling out your favorite, worn down book, waiting for the food to be ready.

The sun hadn’t disappeared behind the horizon yet when dinner was ready. Wild was handing out bowls of stew, which you gladly took. “Thanks Wild.”

Then the conversations started and you overheard Legend throwing insults at your battle skills the more time went by. He was intentionally provoking you. And it angered you greatly.

You wanted to ignore him. You really did. But you couldn’t. “Please be quiet, I can’t even hear myself losing the will to live.”

This time Legend rolled his eyes. “I would call you an imbecile but that would be cruel as you wouldn’t be able to spell it.”

You scoffed. “Says the one who’s been living on the road, you rat.”

Leaning back comfortably, you put your attention back onto your book, but the Veteran kept interrupting you in different ways. Be it another insult or something that got thrown your way by ‘accident’.

Snapping your book shut with a loud slapping sound, your eyes nearly drilled holes into Legends face. “You interrupt my reading once more and this book will become a lethal weapon.”

Apparently, this was threat enough for him to keep his mouth shut for the rest of the night.

The following morning it was peaceful. Thankfully Legend was too tired to get on your nerves first thing after waking up.

You hadn’t slept well and definitely weren’t up to deal with the bane of your existence right now. Traveling at the very back of the Chain to keep your distance and maybe have just one day without constant arguing.

You could already feel a headache forming. Sky, who was walking in front of you noticed and fell back a little. “Hey, you good?”

You gave him a little smile, waving him off. “I’m fine just a headache.”

“Leave them be. If they can’t even keep up they don’t belong here.” It was Legend.

Sky frowned, “Hey. Be nice!” then proceed to turn back to you. He cringed. You already looked exhausted and now it only got worse. Slowly backing away he speed walked towards Time, telling him to take a break. This fight wouldn’t end nicely.

“Remember when I asked for your opinion?” Glaring at him your balled your hands into fists. “Yeah. Me neither.”

The others cringed at your tone of voice. You were already on edge, this wouldn’t end well.

Before Legend could say anything else, though, Time stepped in. “Enough. Whatever is going on here right now is over.” He had a pointed look, fixating the both of you.

You just nodded, not in the mood to deal with more, leaving for the front to walk between Twilight and Warriors who gave each other worried glances. They didn’t get to ask questions, though.

Wild came back from exploring a little further away. “There’s a dungeon ahead!” Stopping at Time’s side, he continued. “We should check it out.”

Time thought about it and nodded. “We should. Even if there’s nothing important in there at least we’ll get rid of the monsters inside.”

You weren’t exactly happy about this decision, but at least you could blow off some steam fighting blins.

The dungeon was dark. Only dimly lit by torches.

“It smells in here.” It was Winds voice. You snorted. “Maybe you should take a bath more often then.” He laughed, hearing the jest in your voice. “Hey!”

Your snickering got interrupted when one of the boys cursed. “A MECHANISM GOT TRIGGERED! WATCH OUT!”

On high alert your eyes scanned the tunnel for any attacks, yelping when the floor beneath your feet slid open, swallowing you whole.

You were tumbling through some kind of tube, until you took a free fall and landed on the hard ground beneath you, groaning in pain.

You had just sat up again when something, or rather someone landed on top of you. The same pained groan you made earlier, leaving their lips. At the same time you cursed, as the air got knocked out of your lungs.

“Get off me…” you whined. It was pitch black in the room. You couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face. It made your heart rate spike. You hated the dark.

The weight lifted itself off of you with a grunt. “Great. It’s you.” Apparently it was Legend who fell on top of you. “Time? Captain?” He asked into the nothingness. No answer. The Veteran grumbled in annoyance. “Great. We’ve got separated. And of course I have to be stuck with the idiot.”

His voice sounded close. At least you weren’t alone in this darkness. He still irked you. “You have your entire life to be a jerk. Why not take today off?”

He made a dismissive sound. “Fuck you.”

You didn’t respond to that, instead your hands got busy searching for your bag, there were torches in there. But as your hands slid along your belt, you found it empty. “Shit. I lost my bag. It must be somewhere in here.”

You tried to ignore the panic that started to settle in your bones. You’ve never done well in the dark.

You heard shuffling near you. “Mine fell off when I landed.” The shuffling continued as Legend seemed to look for the lost bag.

“What if there’s more of these mechanisms in here?!”

Legend sighed in exaggeration. “Stop being a coward, drama queen. It’s just another dungeon.”

Your breath became shorter, your heart beating up your throat, already feeling the panic attack coming.

Hearing Legend crawl around at least stopped the ringing in your ears for a bit. He got closer. His quiet cursing gave him away.

“It’s so fucking dark in here.”

His voice was right next to you when a loud rattle of a chain startled you. Jumping what felt like 10 feet in the air until you scrambled to cling onto the first thing your hands could find. Unluckily, it was the Veterans' arm. “Hey! Fuck o-“

“Please-“ your voice was shrill and trembled. “Please just stop being a jerk once in your life, Link.”

“Oi-“

It became harder and harder to breathe, your body slowly starting to shake like your voice did. You were having a full blown panic attack. “I can’t breathe.”

“Y/n-“

You shook your head quickly. “I need to get out of here,” you let go of Legend, wanting nothing more than to find a wall to guide you out of here.

A hand grabbed your wrist, a terrified yelp leaving your lips when you got pulled back.

“Y/n listen to me.” Legend sighed deeply. “Don’t be stupid. Panicking isn’t gonna help us get out of here.”

His hands found your shoulders. “I need your stubborn ass to listen to me this once, ok?” The Veteran sounded hesitant.

You were just able to squeak out a small mhm.

“I need you to breathe with me.” You heard him inhale. “In.” Legend exhaled. “and out. OK?” Another minhale. “In.” Exhale. “And out.”

You mirrored him. Your mind slowly becoming clearer as your heart rate slowed down to a normal beat. After one last exhale, you hung your head low.

“You good?”

You sniffed and rubbed sweat off your cheek with the back of your hand. “Yeah…”

“Alright, we gotta find our bags. Do you think you can do that?”

You hummed, furrowing your brows when Legend didn’t let go of your wrist. This felt so surreal. Legend didn’t act like Legend at all. But right now you sure as hell won’t complain.

Together you crawled around the dungeon’s floor until Legend spoke up again. “There we go.”

You could make out the sound of buckles being loosened and leather being stretched, accompanied by the clanking of glass bottles. He had found his bag.

Soon after, a flame ignited, revealing Legend holding his flame rod. The sudden light made you flinch involuntary.

Legend had never seen you this afraid, silently watching as you looked around the room and scrambled towards your pouch once you’ve spotted it. Instantly pulling out a torch, lighting it on fire. He wondered what had made you this scared of the dark.

It seemed you had something in common after all. He hated darkness as well. It was unsettling.

When your torch was lit, you looked around the room you were in. You couldn’t make out a door anywhere. And it was too dark to see every at the same time.

Your eyes traveled back towards Legend, who was sitting on the floor, still looking through his bag with his lips pressed into a thin line.

You looked away quickly when he glanced your way. You hated how vulnerable you showed yourself to him. But you begrudgingly had to admit he helped you. Big time.

Your hand shoves a Potion back into your pouch, closing your eyes with a heavy sigh.

“Thank you…”

Legend perked up, looking at you with confusion and surprise.

You shrugged, keeping your gaze glued to the floor. “For helping me…”

The Veteran made a dismissive noise, waving you off. “Don’t mention it.”

Getting onto your feet, your knees cracked in a not so satisfying way, making you cringe. “We need to find a way out…” your torch didn’t light up enough of the room to make out an exit, neither did Legends fire rod.

At least there weren’t any monsters here.

Both of you have just dusted yourselves off, looking around the walls for an archway or a door, when you could make out your names being called from behind.

“WE’RE HERE!” Legend was faster than you, turning around to head towards the calls. Yet he waited for you until you caught up. He didn’t even make a snarky remark.

“There you are! We were looking everywhere for you two!” It was Hyrule stepping forward, out of the group, giving Legend a once over. The Veteran slapped his hands away and pointed behind himself at you.

“Take care of that one. Idiot’s in shock. Scared of the dark. Pathetic.”

You winced a little. He was back to being a complete asshole. Hyrule approached you with a concerned expression. “Are you ok?” You took the hand he offered. “Yeah… just... tired…”

The rest of the dungeon was cleared fast, and you were glad you had the whole group to rely on.

Falling asleep instantly once your head hit your bedroll when you could set up camp outside again.

It had been a while since the dungeon incident, and Legend and you still kept on fighting as if nothing had happened.

“If you had a brain, maybe you'd be able to understand these tactics.”

The both of you were at it again. His last statement offending you. Hitting close to home. “Oh yes, because you are so great. Listen here, road rat. Being street smart isn’t something unique. You’re just being an ass again!”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck you!”

With that, both of you turned on your heels, heading the opposite direction of the other. Away from camp, away from the prying eyes of the others.

Your feet brought you to a small creek nearby, sitting down by the edge of the water, you pulled your knees to your chest.

A bark sounded from behind you, making you turn your head slightly. It was the Wolf, approaching carefully as if he was afraid you’d run away.

You gave him a sad smile. “Oh Wolfie.” You scratched behind his ears when he sat down beside you, leaning against your legs. “I don’t know what to do.”

Wolfie looked at you, tilting his head as you kept on ranting, burying your hands in the dirt next to you. “He’s insufferable! Why does he always have to get on my nerves? It’s like provoking me is his only hobby. And then he even has the audacity to be smug about it! Him and his stupid smirk in his stupid, handsome looking face!”

You scoffed, throwing a hand full of pebbles into the water before you. “I just can’t get him off my mind, it’s driving me insane-“ you paused, eyes wide in horrified realization. “Oh my God.”

You rushed to get back to your feet and started to pace back and forth. The Wolf staring at you in confusion. “No no no no No No No NO NO” Your hands buried themselves in your hair, pulling in frustration. “This can’t be happening!”

Falling back to your knees, you threw your arms around the large Wolf. “This is horrible. Wolfie, I like him! I can’t like him, I’m supposed to hate him! He’s a prick!” You sobbed into his fur. “I don’t want to like him... What am I supposed to do?!”

You had been sitting with Wolfie for a while. Pondering and fighting with yourself. You were scared. “How do I get rid of this…” You refused to acknowledge your feelings. You’d take them, lock them in a drawer in the back of your mind and throw them off a cliff.

“We should go back. The others are probably worrying about us already.”

A bark was your answer, then you got up and slowly strolled back to camp.

You refused to make eye contact with anyone when you arrived. You were the first one to come back it seemed. Grateful for it, you snatched your bedroll and went to sleep after mumbling to Wild that you weren’t hungry and he didn’t need to cook for you. That earned you more than one worried pair of eyes flying your way.

You fell asleep fast, trying to escape everything that happened today.

Legend arrived soon after you had fallen asleep, taking the food Wild offered with a grumble. He eyed you for a second before his eyes squinted and his mood got worse, taking the bowl and leaving camp yet again.

Sky and Hyrule frowned. “He hates them…”

“No. He doesn’t.” It was Twilight’s voice that came from behind them, soon after the rancher emerged from the bushes. “Not really.”

His gaze went towards your sleeping form, a sad tinge filling them. “They just make him feel things that he’s claimed don’t exist.”

The rancher wiped his hand on his tunic. “We just gotta give em some time.”

After this evening the fights only got worse. More harsh, mean. You as well as Legend exploded at each other even more than before, things escalating almost immediately as you tried to deny what your heart told you it wanted.

You were yet again snapping at Legend, after another hurtful remark about your intelligence. “Why does everything have to be a struggle with you?”

Legend sneered. “Bite me.”

“Eat me.”

“Kiss my ass.”

More often than not, the group had to get in between before you’d be at each other’s throat.

And then there was Time, who seemed to have a blast to add to the tension.

“WHAT!?”

You and Legend yelled in unison.

“You heard me. We’ve got all the roles set. Get into the mansion, get the item, and get out to bring it back to where it belongs. And you two will be the distraction, so we can sneak inside without anyone noticing.”

You laughed unamused. “So you want us to act like a couple? Dancing and all that stuff?” You crossed your arms. “Time you I know I respect you greatly… but are you fucking nuts? I won’t do shit with that street rat.”

“Neither will I, you child of a Moblin.”

Time raised his brow with a sly grin. “You will. After all, you’re the only ones that fit in the fancy clothes.” His tone of voice didn’t accept a no.

With a hiss, you walked past the old man, leaving a fuming Veteran behind. “I’ll remember this, Time.”

The old man waved you off.

You had rented some rooms of an Inn to prepare.

It was the evening, the boys had just finished up everything they needed for the quest.

A knock sounded right when you were done getting ready. “Come in.”

It was Warriors, here to escort you to the others. “Wow. You look beautiful.”

You took his hand with a snort. “Flattery will get you nowhere. I’m still angry.”

The captain cringed a little but didn’t comment on it, instead walking down to the main room where the others were already waiting. Whistles and compliments falling from everyone’s lips. Well. Everyone’s but one.

You’ve arrived at the mansion fast, talking through the plan one last time until the group left you and Legend alone to sneak toward the side entrance.

Of course as soon as they left Legend started insulting you again, holding out his arm to take. “You still look like shit.”

You were tired. You both were. At least Legend looked like he could use a nap too.

A scoff was you answer, grabbing his arm and walking slowly towards the main entrance. “And you still look very punchable, you prick.”

Distracting the guards wasn’t too hard. A little small talk was already enough to help the other sneak in successfully.

The ballroom was huge and packed with people as you and Legend were headed for the dance floor.

Just as you placed your hand on Legends shoulder to dance, you whispered under your breath. “I can’t believe they’re making us do this. This is so stupid.”

“Shut up. The faster the others are done the faster we can leave.”

He guided you to the beat of the music, swaying and twirling you throughout the whole dance floor.

You had no idea he was a this good of a dancer, but he was way too rough with you. “I can’t stand you.”

Legend rolled his eyes. “At least we’re sharing one opinion. And if you dare stand on my foot once, I will drop you on the floor.”

You scowled, pulling him closer to whisper in a low tone. “Your ass must be jealous of all the shit that comes out of your mouth. I'm a perfectly fine dancer, thank you very much.”

His hand squeezed yours painfully, “Ouch!” a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Watch what you’re saying Idiot. I’m not the useless one here. I can fight, and I’m capable of clearing dungeon’s on my own. What can you do?”

Oh, now he wanted to hit you where it hurt. He knew you’ve never had any training in combat and struggled with keeping up with the battle skills of the others.

You sneered silently. “I’m trying my absolute hardest to see things from your perspective, but I just can’t get my head that far up my ass.”

Legend had thrown you into a dip as the song ended and was already opening his mouth to keep arguing when a huge explosion went off.

You flinched head snapping towards the noise, then back to Legend who looked at you with the same expression of surprise.

Then panic broke lose.

“INTRUDERS! SEARCH THE CROWS!”

Dread filled your guts when you saw guards entering the crowd, a yelp leaving your system when Legend pulled you along by your wrist, disappearing into one of the hallways next to the ballroom. “We have to get out of here!”

Legend ran as fast as he could. You hot on his heels. The faint footsteps of guards behind you.

Just as you looked back to check where the guard were, you heard Legend open a door, shoving you in and slamming it shut right after.

It was cramped in there, the room just being a small broom closet.

You were out of breath, leaning against the cold stone wall behind you, as you tried to listen for the footsteps that had followed you.

“This is your fault.” Legend whispered in an accusing tone of voice.

“My fault? How is this my fault?!” You glared at the Veteran. “I didn’t decide we’d do this whole shitty steal the Item bullshit.”

Legend growled at you. “If you ran faster we would have made it out easily. But you’re just as bad at running as you are in combat.”

“Can you stop belittling me for once.” You were fed up with his comments, they hurt. “What the hell is wrong with you Legend?!” You slapped his chest to accentuate your anger. The broom closet didn’t leave much room to dodge.

“I’m fucking tired that’s what’s wrong!” He got angry now too, getting right into your face.

“That’s not my fault, asshole! If you’re so tired you should maybe get your head out of your ass and sleep instead of blaming others for everything that happens to you, you prick!”

Legends hand slammed into the wall next to your head, making you jump, then he leaned in close. Too close for comfort. An enraged expression on his features.

“Well, maybe if you weren’t so goddamn beautiful I’d finally get some rest and stop thinking about you. But no. On my mind 24 fucking 7.”

You both froze, eyes wide, shock clearly evident on both of your faces.

He clearly hadn’t planned on letting this slip.

Legend licked his lips, swallowing heavily. Your eyes following the movement, as he watched your every move like a hawk.

You suddenly felt shy under his intense gaze, glancing to the side to escape it. Blinking a few times to clear your thoughts, you needed a few tries until you’ve found your voice again.

“I thought…” you swallowed thickly. “I thought you hate me.”

Your eyes met his again. They were half lidded and filled with an emotion you culdn’t quite pinpoint yet.

He leaned in more, his lips coming dangerously close to yours. “…things change…”

He had given up resisting his heart.

Just as his lips were about to touch yours, you panicked, pushing your hands against the Veteran’s chest to stop him.

“Legend I-“ you could find the words, hands gripping the fabric of his party clothes until your knuckles turned white.

“What?” His other hand came up to dry the tears you didn’t realize, spilled over your cheeks. “What is it?”

He looked as scared and unsure as you felt.

You took a shaky breath, your eyes captivating his, letting him drown in their beautiful color.

“I think I’m in love with you…” your gaze fell, locking onto his chest. “….and it scares me.”

He flinched at your words, knowing exactly why. He had never been kind to you ever since you joined the group, desperately fighting the feelings you brought to life.

His hands found their way to your face, tilting it up so you had to look at him. A pained expression on his features. “I know I haven’t been kind to you.“ his thumb wiped a few more tears away. “and I know I’ve been a prick and don’t have the right to ask for forgiveness or anything else.”

Legend ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “but I’ve tried to deny it for so long and I’m sick of it.”

By now he was so close, that Legends body was pressing yours against the wall behind you.

Your hands slowly unclenched from his clothes, his coming up to wrap around your wrists as if he was afraid you’d disappear any moment.

He could feel how fast your heart was beating.

“But we’ve always fought.” You sniffled. “And we’ve said such mean things to each other.” Your desperate gaze met his. “How is this ever going to work?”

Legends hands guided yours back onto his chest, pressing them flat against it so you could feel his racing heartbeat.

Your lips trembled. “Legend, what are we?”

He tilted his head, looking at you with so much guilt and love you could start crying all over again.

“I could be yours.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek.“ And you could be mine.” A kiss to the other.

Then he looked at you through half lidded eyes, leaning closer again, his breath hitting your lips lightly as his hands gently pressed yours against his chest for the second time.

“I guess our hearts don’t lie, huh?”

Legends lips brushed against yours, waiting for an answer.

“No…” you whispered and closed your eyes. You were done resisting as well. “They don’t.”

His lips pressed against yours with a passion you never knew Legend could possess. They were soft and tasted faintly like the honeyd candy he loved to eat.

The kiss felt amazing, but it wasn’t the stereotypical feeling of fireworks you’ve read about in books. It was slower, more intense. It was like molten lava. Hot, steady and unstoppable.

Your hands found their way into Legends hair as he pulled you even closer by your hips, nipping at your lower lip to gain better access.

You were drowning in each other’s embrace, finally able to let out all the tension, not breaking the kiss even though you slowly felt the need for air.

The door behind Legend got ripped open, both you and him breaking the kiss, heads whipping towards the doorway, heads turning the shade of ripe apples.

There stood the rest of the chain, staring at you in utter disbelief. Sky and Twilight were the first ones to come out of shock and started cheering.

“Finally!” “I thought they’d never stop being oblivious idiots.”

Soon the rest of the chain joined in.

You hid your face in Legends chest, embarrassed after being caught making out. Legend just stared at the unwanted audience, trying to process what the hell just happened.

“Come on. We took out the guards while you were…” Time gave a smirk. “busy. We can leave safely now.”

The Veteran groaned, the sound vibrating inside his chest and against your face, still hidden there.

Legend let go of you as the others started to leave, waiting for you get out of your hiding place, then proceeding to walk beside you in awkward silence.

You kept glancing at each other, a new kind of shy nesting in your chests after the previous events.

Legends hand brushed against yours, making you look down at them, slowly intertwining your fingers.

You smiled at each other.

It was awkward, it felt weird and it definitely wasn’t something any of you had expected.

It would be hard to get over what happened in the past. And there surely were many fights yet to be fought. After all, breaking habits wasn't easy.

But it was a start.

And it was worth a try...

[luciluck2046-md]

Murder Drones: Glowing Future AU

6. A failed date and another drone

"Sooo, you need help to arrange a date." Lizzy asks me after I explain my problems. "And you came at me because?"

|

"You had like 5-6 lovers and I know that you like a specific girl, so can't you just help a fellow friend of yours?" I ask her. I don't really want to interact with her, but I have a weapon that must be used.

|

"And what do I get in return?" She asks back, checking her nails. I can hear V and J giggling from their bedroom.

|

"A date from that girl." I smirk.

|

"Wasn't she dead?" She puts another question.

|

"Well we're still searching for ways to get her back, so uhhhh, just wait and trust my promise?" I say a bit embarrassed. I'm talking about Doll. She told me that she still likes her. And Doll heard that. And she likes her back. The reason none of them told each other was because they didn't know????? But now I have to arrange a date with those two. If I find a way to move Doll from my head to a device or even another drone. Hopefully that will happen soon since I can't stand two voices anymore, Cyn is always commenting and Doll is critiquing too much.

|

"Alright I think we may have a deal. Get inside." She tells me, making way for me to enter her house.

Our teacher is sitting in the living room correcting some tests... I see N's test having dogs drawn all over it and a big B. I'm not surprised. After we pass the living room, we enter Lizzy's bedroom, where V and J are painting each other's nails. The bedroom is big and wide, with big pink walls and a light beige floor.

"Girls, do you have any idea of what kind of date N would like? Uzi wants to do a date thingy." Lizzy mumbles at the two girls.

𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂

Me and N are walking along the hallways to get to the cinema. I can't even explain how much it took me to get mom AND Tessa let me go on this date with N. Apparently Tessa is harder to please than mom...

"I can't wait to see what movie you chose!" N tells me excited.

It's Beetlejuice. I wanted to go with Oppenheimer but I am pretty sure he wouldn't like it. I don't even know how they got that movie at the cinema. It's almost 1100 years old! That thing sure is ancient... I had to search so much to get the original version. Until... I virused the laptop.

At least me and Doll got to an agreement. If she shuts up, I will actually go to sleep earlier and try to get some full 8 hours! Since she's also getting affected by my bad habits. But with Cyn... The bow she wears is multipurpose.

N keeps talking about how excited he is to see the movie all the way, then we get to the doors of the cinema.

I push the doors, but they won't flinch. I look more carefully at them.

"AWWW COME ON!!" I yell annoyed. On the door it's a note.

"Today we're closed because of some unexpected circumstances"

I see some water leaking at the bottom of the doors... I think the roof wasn't cleared of the snow and it got too much...

"I guess there's no film..." I mumble.

|

"Wait, have you seen that movie?" He asks me.

|

"Well yeah? I wouldn't have chosen it if I didn't watch it." I tell him.

|

"Can you tell me what it was about? Or even describe the movie in detail!" He tells me, smiling.

I laugh. I think he may have liked the movie.

"Well... It all starts with a couple, that in my opinion gives off some very bisexual vibes, that are spending their holiday at home..."

𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂

"Haha! That's some unseen twist!" N says after I finish talking about the movie.

We were sitting on the floor, leaning onto the walls of the hallway.

"Yes! I really like old stuff, as you can see. Wait, what's the time?" I say. I don't have my own clock anymore, I kind of erased it from existence like a year ago... Exploring my files and trying to skip school really made me fuck up a lot of things.

|

"It's 6:49 pm." N responds.

|

"Huh? So 12+6 is... IT'S ALREADY 17:50!?!?" I yell surprised. "We were supposed to go to the cafe twenty minutes ago! HURRY!!!" I yell, taking his hand and NOT waiting for an answer. Lizzy, V and J decided to come with me at the cafe, and I told them to meet up at 17:30.

We're running in the hallway to get to the cafe in time. It's one I used to regularly visit to draw, and the workers there are so sweet!

We arrive at the cafe in a record time, and I open the door, mumbling "Good Afternoon!" and going straight to the furthest table that is there

"Sooooo, wanna see my sketchbook?" I ask N, throwing my notebook on the table. The English notebook, aka my sketchbook starts out with two lessons and goes on with bored doodles.

"That's... Your English notebook." He mumbles confused.

|

"No it's not." I disagree.

|

"I can see that it's being written in the first pages."

|

"Go further."

|

"Oh WOW! THOSE LOOKS SO GOOD!!!"

I laugh

"Of course they look good, I was bored as fuck and I had to do something." I tell him.

|

"Oh, I've been meaning to ask you... Why do you keep skipping school?" He asks me.

|

"... I just don't want to go, and I finally found an excuse." I say, avoiding saying the true reason. He doesn't need to know. At least not yet. "On the school theme, do you like it until now?" I ask him, changing the subject.

|

"Yeah, but it's kind of boring... I already know everything, Tess already taught me more in a week than your teacher in the whole year." He explains bored.

|

"I KNOW, RIGHT!? MR. SMITH SUCKS ASS!" I say loudly. Several people are looking at us. I try to ignore them.

But the bad has already been done. People have noticed N, and they're giving him too much attention. And it's not the chill one.

"Who brought in the serial killer-" I hear someone say, but I take my backpack and trow it with FORCE at them. I think N noticed the attention now-

"You Think?" Cyn mumbles in my head. She doesn't like talking to me like that but I'm sure she HAD to comment.

"Oh, hi everyone! I'm Serial Designation N!" He says without realizing that he's not wanted. Oh, I wish I would have been so innocent...

He turns back towards the table and I sign to everyone that I'm going to stab them with my pen if they don't leave. And I make that very clear. Luckily they understood the message, and left N alone.

"Uhhhh can you tell me more about dogs?" I ask him, remembering what V told me.

|

"OH SURE!!!! The dog (Canis familiaris or Canis lupus familiaris) is a domesticated descendant of the wolf. Also called the domestic dog, it was selectively bred from an extinct population of wolves during the Late Pleistocene by hunter-gatherers..." He starts explaining to me the whole Wikipedia page. I get comfy, knowing that he's gonna talk for a while...

𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂

"UGHHHHH THIS WAS SHIIIIT!" I yell, running in my room and jumping in my bed. I get facedown in my pillow and groan loudly.

The date was awful! First the cinema closed, then the cafe RUINED N's sketchbook, then I "overreacted" when J "accidentally" spilled OIL all over N's new clothes...

This date was a BIG FUCKING FAIL.

N enters the room shyly, and he tries to say something but I talk over him.

"Sorry about this..." I mumble loudly. "I made you expect a wonderful date but it was all only shit." I add disappointed.

|

"Hey... Uzi, before I say what I want to, let's go somewhere, shall we?" He tells me.

|

"Where?" I ask rolling my eyes. "Where else could we go? I'm already banned from that cafe." I mumble. I actually liked going there, but me snapping at J after all the stress I felt...

|

"The rooftop? The moon is especially beautiful right now." He smiles. And I smile back.

|

"Alright..."

𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂

We're both laying on the rooftop, looking at the sky, CLOSE to each other, holding hands like the lovers we are.

We're both quiet. He said that he wants to tell me something, but I think he may have forgotten. Or not. I don't know. But I decide to break the silence.

"N... Sorry for having the worst first date..." I mumble embarrassed. "Your notebook is all soggy, your clothes are ruined, J is mad at me..."

|

"Oh Uzi... What I wanted to tell you is that this is actually the best date ever!" He laughs. "I didn't care about the movie, but it was fun to listen to you describe everything about it. And the sketchbook? I can always get another one. But I would never exchange the time we spend drawing for anything else!" He tells me, smiling and chuckling.

|

"But your new clothes are dirty now..." I try to say. All he told me until now is really, really sweet... But I don't want to believe him.

|

"They are CLOTHES Uzi, there's no problem that they got dirty a bit faster than usual. But it showed me that you would do anything to protect me, and that's really cute!" He explains. I blush slightly as he tightens his grip on my hand.

I don't say anything, but I'm thinking about all he said. Then I remember how Tessa tested me a week ago... And I want to ask him about it. But I wait for a little break. After about another ten minutes I speak to him.

"N? Can I ask you something..? There's something that Tessa said that's been bugging me for the past week..." I mumble.

|

"Oh, sure! What is it?" He asks relaxed.

|

"... What do you like about me..?" I ask him. Even if what she said was mostly a trick, I really don't know... "I mean, most of me is shit too."

|

"Don't say that! Everything about you is perfect for me. You're funny, interesting, caring, strong, confident, brave, and so much more! I can't say everything I like about you." He explains to me, smiling.

I am speechless. He really thinks that about me? That's... Surprising. And calming. I feel a little less tense than before. After a while that felt like an eternity, I finally talk again.

"Thanks..." I tell him, moving a little closer.

|

"What did Tessa tell you?" He asks me.

|

"... She tested my self trust and things like that..." I mumble embarrassed.

|

"Oh. Well you should really believe in yourself a bit more! But I can help you, if you let me." He tells me. He's so sweet...

There's another silence. This one's awkward. Very awkward. I move even closer to him.

"What abou-"

|

"So uhm-"

We both say, moving our heads in unison.

And kissing each other by accident.

I jump back, surprised and blushing.

"EWWWW, GROSS!!!" I yell, trying to hide how flustered I am.

|

"You don't think it's gross, so why are you saying that?" N chuckles.

|

"BECAUSE IT IS!" I yell embarrassed.

N chuckles even more.

"Well, it was an accident." He says amused. "UNLIKE THIS!!!" He yells, actually kissing me on purpose. For 5 long seconds.

I move back flustered and speechless. He laughs loudly, but in a cute way.

"О МОЙ РОБО-БОГ УЗИ, Хватит ДУМАТЬ ОБ ЭТОМ, ЭТО ПРОСТО ПОЦЕЛУЙ. / 𝙾𝙷 𝙼𝚈 𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙾-𝙶𝙾𝙳 𝚄𝚉𝙸 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙸𝚃, 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙰 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂." Doll yells at me annoyed. I guess she's done with our "shut up and I'll get 8 hours of sleep" deal. Well, neither of us will get enough sleep. >:3

"You're so cute when you're flustered!" He tells me, hugging me tightly. "Also I got you back in your happy mood!"

|

"Yes you did-" I say, but I hear a crash and feel some strong wind passing me.

Then I hear a boom.

Both me and N turn surprised to see smoke coming from behind the bunker. We fly down to check what happened.

It is... A DISASSEMBLY DRONE!?!?

|

"N, weren't you and your gang the only Disassembly Drones????" I ask him confused. He doesn't answer. I see that his left eye displays the classic X, but with a D underneath it.

|

"Uhhh, no? OHHH I REMEMBER WHO SHE IS!!!" He says surprised.

I think he's talking about the drone that's in front of us...

She isn't regenerating.

Yet.

I hope there won't be any worm thing.

Oh fuck.

She moved.

"AGH SHE'S ALIVE KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER!" I yell, jumping behind N, since I don't have my railgun. I clearly don't trust her to be inoffensive and not attack me the first second she sees me.

Her broken screen displays some glitchy eyes, blinking fast. The usually all yellow crown has one of the lights red, and her left ear's tip is red instead of yellow. From all I know, this means that she's offline. Offline from what? I didn't ever ask.

She gets up, ignoring us, and getting dust off her clothes. She's shaking. A LOT.

"Ughh... I should have kept my glasses." She mumbles in a weird voice.

|

"... D? You're alive!?!?" N yells, getting closer.

|

"OH SHIT, UHHHH... GOOD AFTERNOON CAPTAIN N! SERIAL DESIGNATION D AT YOUR SERVICE!" She yells panicked after hearing his voice.

|

"Did she just call you captain N!?!?" I ask him surprised.

D's ear moves towards my voice, then she JUMPS in the air and flies towards me with some impressive speeds.

"OH SHIT N RUN!!" I say, getting out of the way.

|

"Why didn't YOU kill this drone, what the fuck???" D asks surprised.

|

"I... I don't understand what you mean?" N asks confused.

|

"... YOU ARE NOT N. HE WAS THE ONE WITH THE HIGHEST BODY COUNT, AND YOU DON'T EVEN TALK LIKE HIM. But you do have his clothing and hairstyle, and mimic his voice well..." She rumbles.

|

"Uhhh... I still don't know what you're talking about... Anyway, you seem to be... Very damaged. Do you want to get some help or..?" N asks confused. He seems like he's genuinely confused.

|

"Oh yeah, the reason I came... WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO WITH TESSA!?!?" She yells annoyed, getting a blade at N's neck.

I will not tolerate this.

I use my solver to push her back, and get ready to KILL HER if she dares to do anything to N.

"Oh, you know Tessa!? She's in the bunker, you know?" He explains smiling, completely ignoring the threat.

I look at him disappointed. He cannot just give out info like that.

𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂

Prev | Next | Masterpost

Ohh, surprised that they kissed? TWICE? There are no words on this sweet earth to express the satisfaction I got while writing that >:3

Also don't ask me what's up with D(actually do ask me) and why she's violently shaking. Like she got some screws loose(literally) and her circuits are kinda broken, so don't be too harsh on her <3

[taffycandyqt]

Seeing someone who writes for the 03 characters beyond just the turtles is making me insane (/pos) like thank you for giving April and Casey some love! Wanted to say that first! But can I request fic where 03 Casey’s spouse (I’d prefer he/him or they/them be used for reader please!) gets kidnapped by the purple dragons or something and everyone’s like awww shit but actually reader comes back ten seconds later saying “I just taught those morons why they don’t mess with a jones” or something I’m sorry if this is formatted weird I’m just really excited to see someone writing for a character I’ve been obsessed since I was thirteen 😭

I'm so happy I write for a character you love!! Your so sweet this req got me giggling and kicking my feet!!

Don't Mess With A Jones

2003 Casey A. Jones x gn reader

Very slight angst, fluff, slight crack

Warnings: mentions of blood (like twice), angst if you squint

You and Casey have been married for a while now. In that time you both thought that the Purple Dragons were out of commission after the turtles took down not only Shredder but Hun as well. That was a stupid assumption apparently.

You were missing. You were missing and the only thing in your place was a note from the Purple Dragons. And of course it was about the turtles. If he wanted you free the turtles and himself had to give themselves up to the purple dragons.

Yeeeeeah, no.

Instead of doing what they asked Casey went straight to the lair to formulate a rescue plan. Casey being Casey however, he did it... less than gracefully. Once he was lowered into the lair via ancient elevator he was yelling and effectively freaked out all the turtles there.

Everyone gathered at the entrance weapons bared and ready to fight off whatever unholy being just cursed their home. Upon seeing it was Casey though, they put their weapons away while Raph yelled at him to get it together.

"Cas- CASEY! CHILL OUT!" He shouted while gripping his shoulders. After he had calmed down he was able to ask, "What happened?"

"It- it's y/n. Look." Casey handed him the note. Before Raph could properly read anything important though, Leo took it and began reading it. This prompted an annoyed huff and arm cross from Raph.

"What's it say?" Asked Donny looking over Leo's shoulder with Mikey trying to get a better look. Emphasis on 'trying'.

"The Purple Dragons kidnapped y/n and the only way they'll set them free is if we all, including Casey, give ourselves up."

"That's lame. How dumb do they think we are?" Commented Mikey.

"Dumb as you apparently." Raph quipped in response.

"HEY!"

"Does it say anything about where they took them?" Don asked.

Leo handed him the note, "They did give an address of where they want us to go. It's hard to say if y/n is there or not."

Donnie continued to study the note. Mikey made his way over to look too and Don moved it towards him a little to make it easier for him to read.

"So what are we gonna do? We can't exactly walk into an obvious trap." Raph directed his question towards Leo.

"I'm not sure yet. When we had run ins with the Purple Dragons in the past there wasn't the life of an innocent on the line. On top of that we know the Purple Dragons aren't exactly the patient type. So whatever we do come up with we're gonna have to act fast."

"Leo, I can't lose them. Kay'? I already lost too much to the Purple Dragons, I'm not losing y/n too."

"No one's losing anyone today Casey. Not in my watch." Leo looked around at everyone.

"Oh!" exclaimed Mikey, "What if we all went to one base of the purple dragons that we know about? We go stealth and look around for y/n!"

"That would be too risky Mikey, and it would take too long to. If none of us find y/n we could be waisting precious time." Leo told him, "I'm going to talk to Master Splinter. He might be able to see this from a different angle."

Grabbing Leo's shoulder Casey asked him, "Umm how long do you think that's gonna take. I'm kinda freaking out over here."

"Hey, Case, you need some water?" Raph offered, "Could help. At least a little."

Casey looked at Raph and then back at Leo.

"I'll be as quick as I can." Leo told him. And with that Casey was following Raph to the kitchen to get some water. Don went back to his lab to pack some equipment for some inconveniences that might present themselves during the rescue. While Mikey was back to reading comics on the couch.

After Casey had chugged his water he began to pace around the lair.

"Dude you gotta chill out. Y/n will be fine." Mikey smiled over the couch in hopes of getting Casey to sit down.

"I can't CHILL Mikey! I've got a real bad feeling and the longer I'm here the more I feel like I should be up there looking for them."

"Your anxiety is understandable but maybe you should rest had breath a little. Sharpen your mental focus a little for when we do go out to get them." Donny advised.

"I am mentally focused."

"Hey, maybe just let the guy be huh? Nothing we can say with calm him down anyways." Responded Raph.

Just then Leo came out of the dogo and with confidence stated, "I have a plan."

Everyone came from their respective areas and gathered around to hear what Leo had to say.

"First we are gonna need-" just then everyone heard the sound of "elevator" to the lair open. Then out stepped you. Bloody, battered, slightly limping, and a bat wrapped with barb wire in your hand.

"Y/N!", Casey ran to hug you. After giving you one big, slightly painful, squeeze he looked at you concerned, "What happened, what did they do to you? Oh I'll kill em' all of em'."

"Nothing much happened really," you responded and he looked at your face, "just taught them a lesson about messing with a Jones."

Casey had never felt so proud of you. Gosh he loved you so much. The pride that you were his, that you were so amazing and you were his. He hugged you again, softer this time, and buried his face in your hair. You were bloody, covered in wounds, and smelled like a combination of blood, sweat, and dust, but he didn't care. You were safe.

"Wait. Did you just... beat them all up then?" Asked Mikey.

------------------------------------------------------------Not gonna lie, figuring out how to write this one was a little challenging but in the end I can say I'm very happy with it!

[ikamigami]

Rant incoming, I apologize in advance for the length

I still see people trying to say Moon was never loved, that everyone gave up on him, or that saying New Moon is worse than Old Moon is a bad accusation since New Moon doesn't have a body count, or that he's "suffering" and "everyone ignored it" or "nobody tried harder after he said no once"

Like, first off, Moon was loved, Sun has not stopped loving him and refuses to make the choice as to whether or not to either lobotomize or KILL Moon because he doesn't want Moon hurt or killed, in that one episode if you cut out the flashback it is just Sun crying non-stop in his home alone, and when Puppet tried to force him to decide he immediately burst into tears, Earth made it clear in the newest episode that had Moon told them about any of this they would've helped him, she said that nobody really expected him to fix Solar because they all accepted his death, HECK! She even said "I was thinking about forgiving you for what you said" referring to him insulting her in P&S, her comment about him being like the Creator was a bit yick cus the only person that can top the Creator on the villain meter is Ruin but whatever, Lunar was also a bit whatever but he's also dealing with Tauros, the closest thing this world has to a god, and the one who's apparently been gunning for his death up in space court, is coming to earth which FUN

And for the accusation thing, Old Moon was an awful person, hurt his family, Sun especially, killed a lot of people, did lots of unethical things, yes, in the sense that he doesn't have a body count and committing random acts of terrorism New Moon is better, but the closest Old Moon ever got to killing anybody from his family was threatening Sun or punching him, meanwhile New Moon fully went for the kill because he didn't care and had Puppet not intervened she would've fully died

Even if Moon was having a problem, New Moon promised to not make some of Old Moon's worst mistakes, mainly lying about his problems, going behind people's backs, doing things impulsively, and pushing people away, New Moon had the full support of his family and Earth said so, yet he started lying he was okay and not hallucinating, which we all know Sun would've helped him with since Sun suffers from hallucinations, he went behind their backs and started making plans, pushed them away with insults and its clear now by how much he clearly doesn't care about his family that those weren't just bluffs to get them to leave but actually how he thinks about them, and is willing to weaponize what hurts them most to get them out of his way

I get being annoyed at Earth for not pushing harder, or Lunar for just not getting involved, I do not like it either, however, Lunar is currently distracted with the Astral thing, and Earth, who was there from the beginning to nurture and care for Moon and who helped fix Sun and New Moon's relationship, having Moon take her worst insecurity and stab her with it, and we now know he fully meant it, imagine being as close as they were, with Moon doting on her and her offering 100% of her support and allowing him to be vulnerable about his deepest insecurities, to him straight up trying to obliterate her and when she said "you're going to kill me too?!" HE SAID "I don't care", and she was still going to forgive him for what he said before, she told him Moon still had a chance to fix things, Moon still had his family, right up until he decided to murder his own sister who he claimed to love so much because she just happened to be in his way, he didn't even bat an eye and go "wait what have I done?" when half her body got damaged in the blast he was just angry Puppet denied him the satisfaction of blowing up Bloodmoon It wasn't just that "Moon said no and they gave up", he lied to them, broke their trust, took their insecurities like "you aren't a real therapist" and "oh look your Eclipse is showing" and shoved it in their face, and refused help or a better alternative multiple times, and now this

The final point is the reason why I am the most angry, because both Old and New Moon have/developed this problem, it is the impulsivity, when they get an idea in their head they go forwards with it consequences be damned, we see it here, it wasn't just that people didn't want Moon going with this plan because he had to kill someone, also ironic he was so torn up about having to sacrifice somebody only to turn around a few weeks later and do this, but Puppet, Monty, Eclipse, and several people some of whom would know because they are a dimensional entity or who went to a world where someone else did the same thing and it failed, all told him there were many serious consequences for doing the plan, like the Astrals bringing down their wrath, cutting the universe's life short, Moon bringing some monster back instead of Solar, some residual nonsense from whatever Dark Sun did to Ruin or Eclipse carrying over and killing Solar, heck when Ruin pointed out using Bloodmoon would only bring half of Solar back Moon went "Huh, didn't think of that", it is this blind impulsive desire for a goal and getting furious when denied despite being given a hundred reasons not to is so frustrating, part of the reason he tried to kill Earth was that she just so happened to be in the way of what he wanted and he didn't care if she was collateral damage, he was given other options to bringing back Solar, options that as far as we know completely lacked any of the drawbacks, but he refused, I am not going to say ego because I don't think that's it is, it is just single-minded obsession

Also, if Solar does come back, I doubt he's going to see Moon the same way anymore, because his Moon was so single-handedly obsessed with bringing his own Sun back he kept tearing Solar down for parts and putting him in worse bodies, and when Solar fled, Solar's Moon burned everything down, Solar had to deal with his Monty, who blamed him for Moon's rampage, and Moon, who he had to put down himself, how could he look at our Moon now and not see the same thing?

Moon was struggling with grief, yes, but if he had made a single better decision along the way things would've turned out better, at any point he could've told his family "I am hallucinating", "I am not doing well", "I am having angry, bad thoughts", there is no doubt in my mind they would've dropped everything to help him, when Moon cried himself to sleep in Sun's arms Sun took care of him, it wasn't that they didn't try hard enough, Moon became so obsessed with this idea that he cut away everything else, he even ignored the hallucinations of Old Moon and Solar, both of whom told him to stop, and even if what Solar said made him upset, clearly it wasn't enough, not even Solar is enough Moon says they left him no choice and now "he's the bad guy", he always had a choice, and he didn't have to be

This arc is frustrating for all of the above, everyone being out of character, Moon especially as it is so baffling that New Moon, who was so kind and had love and integrity, would become this, it's sad as I loved New Moon even when he got angry or sad before, seeing him be happy with his family, helping Sun and Lunar heal after the past, giving Solar a home, and his family caring about him in return, joking, watching movies, getting up to nonsense together, playing games, supporting him, but this? The needless angst and character assassination, and feeling like a hole has been dug so deep there's no way out, even if they reveal something like a virus, some things were done that cannot be taken back

Anyways…I had a lot of thoughts this rant was so freaking long, if anybody has other ideas or thoughts feel free to add or contradict

You're speaking facts, dear anon 👏

The only thing I disagree with is that you said it isn't an ego.. but I think it is..

Egoists often act like their ideas are the best ones and they don't want to listen to anyone else..

From what we've seen Moon seems to be doing this only because others said him "no".. and egoists often act like that..

Moon even wants to be a villain rather than admit that he was in the wrong and take responsibility for his actions..

And also you're right that Moon proved in these eps that he's worse than Old Moon cause he hurt his sister even though he could've easily just let Ruin help her get out especially considering that Bloodmoon didn't plan to run away..

So what was the point of being so so stupid? But Moon like typical egoist doesn't care about anything other than "I'll do what I want and how I want"..

I personally think that if Moon is infected with a virus which I'm sure he is he still has a chance to get back to his family if he'll decide to take responsibility for his actions if he'll try to atone for what he did..

Maybe I'm too hopeful but idc.. until VAs will prove me wrong I can still hope that things will change for better..

And you're right that what Moon told Earth hurt her so much because they were really close with each other just like you said..

And with Lunar it's the same, he's occupied by a threat that is hanging above their head.. and who would be able to function normally in such situation? I bet that it'd be hard for anyone..

And also Lunar is hurt by Solar's death as much as Moon, I bet.. but he just can't let the emotions to cloud their mind because he needs to control themselves in order to control their powers.. because if he won't he'll die..

And I think that you're right about what Earth said that Moon is like creator.. but I think that she was hurt and tried to hurt Moon as well but also I think that she also thinks that Moon is egotistic just like their father.. and because she doesn't know too many people she just said the person she knows and knows that they're egotistic..

And not surprisingly even that didn't work on Moon.. he just doesn't care.. the only thing he cares about is that he's hurt that no one let him do things like he wanted them to do and that others constantly told him what he can and can't do.. like typical egoist..

And about Sun.. yeah you said that right.. he was crying almost non stop from just thinking about the possibilty of Moon being dead.. and for whole this time - three days that's what Sun told Puppet.. and we know that he was crying a lot because even when Dazzle came to him he was crying beforehand.. he even sounded on a verge of tears..

I'm scared to see how Sun is doing cause such excessive crying isn't good for anyone.. Sun can barely function.. it already doesn't seem good but what will happen when he'll find out that Moon didn't care that Earth would die from the blast of star's power! Sbksnsksksjs

I can't imagine Sun being okay after this.. he'll most definitely spiral.. things will only get worse..

I don't have much to add to what you said..

I just really wish for Moon to finally take responsibility for his actions.. this is all I want..

I feel you, dear anon and I understand your frustration about what's happening in these shows 🫂

[eunchancorner]

The Beginning of The End (TCW AU)

I told you I'd explain how it deviates

Is this a part one? Maybe. probably not. I don't know either

-

Henry knew something was wrong from the start. He’d had this gut feeling that somehow, some way, this timeline was different. He shouldn’t have ignored the signs. But he did, and look where that got him.

Stuck out in the middle of the desert, with two more loyalists than he was used to handling, and some random guy who’d found them.

The new loyalists claimed to be part of a Toppat naval division that had been discontinued after the airship was built. One insisted to just be called Captain, while the other had the nickname Player (he insisted it was because he was good at video games, but Henry had other thoughts). 

The stranger’s name was Gray, or so he claimed, and apparently he, too, had been on the run as a fugitive for years, along with his small family. He claimed Henry had never heard of his many escapades because the government wiped his name from most records, out of shame of never managing to capture his ‘clumsy ass’, and kept only enough to be incriminating.

This led to his current situation; the stranger opting for an alliance.

“You have a ton of mouths to feed, I know how to keep people alive, I have contacts who can hook us up with weapons and vehicles, honestly, it’d be a bad idea to not accept!” the man insisted, his tone surprisingly friendly for a band of strangers. “Plus, I bet my family would love you! Well, my daughter would, my wife… ehhh, not so much. But then again, she’s not good with strangers in general.”

Henry huffed a sigh, thinking it over.

“I guess, since we have a lot of people, we can afford to expand a little bit more, especially if you really have these resources. And, I promise that I, at least, will try not to bug your family too much. But… what’s the catch?” the leader questioned, crossing his arms.

“The catch? I mean… you have to deal with me, I guess. I’ve been told I can get pretty annoying. But there’s nothing in particular that I really want, so…”

Henry shrugged a bit.

“Then I guess we might as well join up. I’m Henry, these are my… allies, I guess? Thomas, Geoffrey, Captain, Player, and the security guard is Dave.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Gray,” Thomas piped up, stepping forward to shake his hand.

“Nice to meet you, boys. I’ll call one of my buddies to drop a car for us, since I don’t think we’re all gonna fit in my side-by-side,” Gray decided, motioning to what was essentially a glorified dune buggy with a roll cage, the very car he’d rolled up in. He pulled out his phone, calling someone as Henry turned back to the others.

“Well, looks like we’ve got ourselves a new ally. Hopefully this doesn’t go… really, really sideways,” he tried to encourage the others.

“He seems nice enough,” Geoffrey added, “I’ve got a good feeling about him.”

“I hope you’re right. We can’t handle more conflict right now…”

“I mean, he hasn’t tried anything so far, that has to be a good sign, right?” Dave tried. “I mean, I don’t like that he’s a criminal, but, well…” He motioned to the surrounding former Toppats. “Kinda have no choice, here…”

“Alright, guys, my buddy Zach should be around soon to drop off another vehicle for us. I’m pretty sure we’ll all fit? We’ll see when it gets here, sometimes these things are iffy. While we wait, why don’t I get to know you guys better? I wanna know who I’m riding with,” Gray finally addressed the group, slipping his phone into his pocket.

“Alright, well, I’ll go first, I guess,” Henry said, stepping towards Gray a bit. “I’m sort of the former Toppat leader, but they kicked me out because I left someone behind during a prison escape. In my defense, I didn’t think she’d actually remember me. So, yeah, they kinda kicked me out, along with everyone loyal to me, and uh… we stole their prisoner, so now he’s running with us, too.”

“Prisoner? What for?” Gray’s eyes turned to Dave, wanting an answer from him.

“I dunno, they just kinda nabbed me outside of the museum. I guess as a hostage in case someone came after them directly? They could’ve at least fed me a bit more, though…” the former security guard grumbled.

“Huh. You’d think someone would notice you disappeared.”

“Yeah… yeah, I did…” Dave crossed his arms, a bitter look on his face. Thomas pat his shoulder with a concerned look before he spoke up.

“I’m one of Henry’s most loyal men. I also dabble in hat-making and I used to teach younger Toppats how to pickpocket. I’ve also been told I’m easy to talk to,” he said, and in response, Dave shrugged his hand off defensively.

“I’m not going to pickpocket my friends,” he assured both Dave and Gray.

“I’m the ideas guy,” Geoffrey piped up, trying to cut the tension, “And I can be pretty fierce when I need to be. I used to be one of the major planners before they kicked me out. Hopefully we can make it come back to bite them in the ass!”

“Me and Player used to be part of the Naval Division,” Captain added, “Before they upgraded to an airship. We’re better on the water than in the air, but we’ve got some pretty good weapons skills!”

“And I’m just… Dave,” he finished, looking a little unsure of himself.

“C’mon, no one’s just anyone. Really, tell me about yourself,” Gray urged.

“Okay… Well, I used to be an officer down at West Mesa, before I got fired for not checking a package, which led to an escape,” he began, shooting a pointed glare at Henry for a moment before continuing. “After that I worked at the museum as a security guard in the historic weaponry section, but someone stole the Tunisian Diamond and I got fired again… and then, that same night, the Toppats took me prisoner. I spent my life in that cell until Henry freed me.”

“Woah, so when it comes to criminal stuff, you’re pretty innocent, huh? Can you handle a gun, though?” Gray asked, pulling a pistol out of his side-by-side.

“Kinda? I was pretty new when I got fired from the force, but I have some basic training. Am I gonna need one?”

“Maybe, if the government hears about some of you guys coming down. They might think you’re still Toppats, y’know? Gotta keep yourself protected. Here,” he handed the gun to Dave, who seemed to examine it before fitting it in an empty holster on his waist. It was an awkward fit; those were normally built for tasers, not pistols.

“Anyone else need a gun? I have a couple more really small ones, and I’ve got some bigger ones back home. And if you’ve got something specific you want, I could call one of my friends to drop some off. I’ve got friends in very high places,” Gray offered, before the sounds of a helicopter suddenly filled the air. “Speaking of friends in high places, that’ll be Zach!”

He signaled to his friend in the helicopter, and as it approached, Henry could see a vehicle dangling from it. It looked like a large, armored truck, similar to some kind of SWAT or bank truck; the cab was smaller than the back, and the back had two large doors. As it was set down, Gray approached, detaching the harness that held it to the helicopter and attaching it to his side-by-side instead. Shortly after everything was secure, the helicopter flew off with the smaller car, and Gray turned back to the others.

“Alright, looks like Alex didn’t screw me over for once! There should be plenty of room in the back for you guys, and one of you can even ride in front with me! I will warn you, my driving skills are… Well they’re not great, and it’s gonna suck even worse in this sand, but hey, you take what you can get. Now, who wants to ride shotgun?”

[lixenn]

Fighter

Art for my beloved secret keeper 💜 Thank you so much for trusting me with Chiara!

Commission for @unwrathful

Commissions open

Once again I was given free reign over the commission and once again I choose to draw an OC with a weapon because apparently that's just my thing now.

For this piece I decide to experiment a bit more with lineart colouring, varying the shade insead of keeping it all black. I like the end result so I might continue to do that. Another thing I changed was erasing nearly all of the lineart for the clothing folds that I orignally drew because I realised that they just hinder me when I do shadows and highlights in this style. I think I will definitely continue to do that because it made rendering clothing so much more bearable. I will I might need to adjust that depening on what kind of fabric I draw though.... I still have so much to learn OTL (also i will draw my usual folds if i do gradient colouring cause it fits with that style).

Besides that I might need to change my lineart brush again... Don't get me wrong I love the brush I'm using rn but it makes colouring more tricky since I always need to adjust for the gaps that the bucket tool won't reach and which gets really annoying in the long run. Also sometimes I think it doesn't mix as well with this kind of style so yeah...

Anyways! I think my favourite bit about this drawing might be the Kanabo! Cause I really like how the shading turned out. Also the blood was actually not that much of a bitch to draw, I'm very happy with that as well 🫡