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kiame-sama · 9 months ago

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Humans Are Extinct- (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 11

(Lilia can hear extremely well and can be rather sensitive to loud noises. He often covers his ears or magically deafens himself if Malleus' temper ever causes thunder.)

Warnings; yandere, Yandere behavior, platonic and romantic yanderes, multiple yanderes, threats, blood, injury, poachers, drama, talk of eating Humans, attempts made, near-death experiences, violence, a few time skips, Shinigami, Vampire Bat, Dragon, Cervitaur, Raiju, Kelpie, Unicorn, Drider, Harpy, Genie, Naga, Merfolk, Cecilia, Nemean Lion, Werewolves, implied unnamed character death,

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Everyone moved quickly through the forest, eyes keenly searching every tree for any signs that could lead them to their quarry. Not just Housewardens were looking, a veritable army of students all searching high and low for their lost treasure. The staff were also keenly looking, the last location having been searched with a fine-toothed comb. When they found the Human's bloodied and broken collar next to Grim's ripped collar, it was not a good sign.

To think, one of Night Raven College's own students would commit such a crime. The crime of harming and stealing away such a precious creature was nigh unforgivable. The student accused of such a crime was equally unforgivable.

Many had seen him slip away into the forests shortly before the attack, all recounting the way his eyes glowed with danger as he slid from view into the underbrush. At the time, no one had known what he was planning to do and so many had even begun to believe he was harmless. Looks like they were wrong.

Ortho scanned frantically, wanting to find the Human he had befriended and hoping the terrible Beast had not harmed her. Lilia's words echoing in his mind after the chilling analysis of the blood left behind.

"It's (Y/n)'s blood. This... This is too much blood for someone of her size to loose and be able to recover from without aid. If we don't find her soon, she will die from blood-loss."

Malleus was raching through the trees, leading his Hoard in their search for the soft Human that had been attacked. He knew he couldn't trust the other Housewardens with his treasure, and all this did was prove him right. There was no pride in the realization that he had been correct, there was only white-hot fear that he was possibly too late.

Riddle and Trey galloped through the paths, leaping over fallen logs and searching the riverbanks for any sign. Riddle was beside himself with worry as he knew he couldn't trust that Beast that called himself a student. Trey was worried to be the one to find the Human's broken body and what that would do to his friend whose sanity hung by a thread. Riddle already overblotted once, who knew what finding the Human dead would do to the still recovering Unicorn. Who knew what it would do to any of them.

Rook carried his poisonous Harpy over and through the woods, both keenly looking for any sign of the lost treasure. As a hunter and a skilled tracker, Rook was the best bet Vil had to find the Human and hopefully find her alive. Should they stumble across the monster that committed such violence first, well, Vil was of the mind to attack first and question later.

Kalim soared above the trees on his magic carpet, watching his faithful Naga Jamil weave through the trunks and search from below as he searched from above. The Naga keenly followed the scent trail left behind, as faint and muddled by other scents as it was, his tongue tasting the air for any sign of the soft Human or the Beast that took her. Kalim wished he could use his own wishes to find the Human, but had to trust that himself and the others would find her in time.

Jade and Floyd searched the streams and rivers, following the waters into the depths of the forest and swimming at incredible speeds. If the Human were taken through the water, they would know about it and be ready to fight for her return. Jade was furious with himself for ever suggesting he take the Human along on a foraging trip. If he had only kept his mouth shut and never asked her to accompany him, maybe she would still be safe. He would never forgive himself for the tragedy that took place, or for leaving her and that cat of hers unprotected in that clearing while he ventured into the cave. He thought he was keeping her safe by preventing her from joining him in the underwater channels of the cave. He was wrong.

The Beast's own dorm had been placed on lockdown and none were allowed to leave through the mirror. It was a precaution given the fact their own Housewarden had been the offending party. Though many wanted to aid in the search, they were under scrutiny due to the actions of their leader and to many, that meant they were all guilty.

It was Malleus who came upon the scene first, smoke billowing from his mouth as he saw that wretched Beast's golden hide gleaming in the sun. The blood that flecked his fur only angering the Dragon further. What pushed him past his sanity was the way the Beast was positioned above his precious Hoard member.

The Beast was straddling the limp body of the little Human and looked over at the Dragon in surprise as he came thundering through the trees. Every scrap of evidence Malleus could see was more than damming and the Dragon was not keen to ask questions. This Beast had obviously killed Malleus' precious Human, and for that, could not be redeemed.

"For the crime of harming my Hoard and killing my Human, I- Malleus Draconia, Prince of Briar Valley- hereby sign the death warrant of Leona Kingscholar and consign his soul to oblivion."

~•§•~

Earlier that day.

You were slowly becoming more and more excited as each class passed, eager to get back to your dorm and play the promised Videogames you missed so much. Even if it was not the games you were used to, they were still games and should still prove to be a good mental distraction. Hopefully Malleus wouldn't be too upset that he was no longer your guard, the Dragon occasionally peaking into the classes you attended in a not so stealthy attempt to keep track of you.

Every time the Dragon appeared in the doorway, he would leave as soon as he caught sight of you smiling in amusement at his clear protective behavior. Even Silver appeared in the halls as you changed classes, walking with you and glaring at those who got too close to you. Grim was happy to have an extra set of legs to carry him around, hoping up onto the Deer-man's back and lounging between classes.

Perhaps you would invite one of your four Diasomnia guards to spend the night. All it could do was make them feel better about the situation and let them see you were safe. The question was who you were going to invite as one showing up typically meant the others would show as well.

All sorts of things fought for attention in your mind, but you were unable to give them much focus. Though you and Grim weren't really students or held to the same standard the other students were, you did want to know what you could about this world. You weren't native to Twisted Wonderland and so the many classes actually gave you a good look into the world you found yourself in and allowed you to learn.

Grim saw himself as a fully fledged student and was eager to remind others of that fact whenever they gave him odd looks in class. Despite how some of these other students seemed annoyed with the feisty cat-beast, most refused to upset or refute his claims as that meant upsetting you. Most students knew better than to mess with you by now and simply avoided conflict all together, as not even the dumbest among them were willing to anger Malleus.

It was during one of these passing periods between class that a familiar tall figure approached you. Silver rest his hand on his sword as the merman walked up, watching with untrusting eyes and a wary gaze. Jade politely approached, nodding his head in greeting as he held his hands in front of him to show he was not armed or seeking to attack.

"Hello, (Y/n), good to see you again."

"Hey, Jade! Haven't seen you since you and Floyd last came over for some dinner. How have you been?"

"Very well, thank you. I had a question for you- more of a proposition- since you are quite new to the campus. Would you like to come foraging with me today after classes? I don't expect this trip to take long as there is a nearby cave I was hoping to gather mushrooms from."

"Sure! I would like to know where you find a lot of the mushrooms you gather, so it would be helpful to have someone experienced guiding me along."

Your words and praise made a deep blue blush fan over the Merman's cheeks, dusting the blue-tinted flesh with a deep color. Jade was quite taken with your culinary skill and was keen to learn from you, so he saw this trade of information as a good way to gain your trust. Perhaps he could show you some gathering spots and you could teach him to make your fantastic meals. It certainly seemed like a fair trade to him.

"Wait, is that okay for us to go though? Crowley doesn't want me going into the forest, but if I'm with you, it should be alright, right?"

"Perhaps we should ask the Headmage just in case your collar prevents you from entering the woods? It should be safe enough during the day to forage without trouble."

"Well, I do have time until my next class, why don't we go ask him now?"

"If you're sure? Nothing would make my heart happier than the chance to forage with you."

"Yeah, may as well!"

You reach out and grabbed the Merman's hand, not seeing the way his blush darkened at the physical contact or how he seemed to cherish the feeling of your hand in his. Silver was less than pleased, but he was also not about to dampen your happiness and excitement, even for his own sake.

"Hooman, does that mean I'm coming with?"

"Of course it does. I'm your Hooman, and you're my Grim! We have to go together, or not at all. Right?"

"Yeah! No one can take my Hooman anywhere without me coming too!"

Grim leaped from Silver's back and onto your shoulder, snuggling close to you happily. The soft purr coming from the little beast made a smile pull at your lips as you chuckled and kissed his soft forehead, happy Grim was so sweet to you. It would be a lot harder for you to navigate the school and the students without your fluffy companion by your side.

"I'll check in with you after lunch, okay, (Y/n)?"

"Alright! See you soon, Silver."

~•§•~

"Absolutely not."

"But-"

"No. The forest is far too dangerous for a soft Human to be roaming around. My answer is 'no'."

"Jade and Grim will both be with me! And it isn't like I don't have a collar on that tracks my location. Even if my collar stopped working, Grim has one too. We won't even be going far from campus!"

Crowley frowned at your insistent begging, not keen to let you go anywhere with anyone, let alone the woods around campus. It was still daytime so there weren't too many threats so long as Jade stayed by you, but there was still danger in the form of poachers. Could he really trust this merman student with your safety?

"What if something happens?"

"It won't!"

"But what if it does? You are Human, (Y/n), and that means-"

"I'm sick of being reminded of that fact every damn day!"

Crowley was surprised by your outburst, not expecting you to be so upset by his casually stated fact.

"Every day it's 'you're Human, you're too fragile' 'you are the only Human left' 'you aren't strong enough to protect yourself' and I am so tired of it! I'm not a child to protect, I'm not an idiot that can't recognize danger, and I am not a pet to keep indoors! You said yourself that almost everyone at this school is willing to keep me safe, so why is it such a problem that I want to see what lies beyond the campus? I refuse to spend the remainder of my life in one place, never allowed to leave and never allowed to experience something new. How am I supposed to be happy or find my own purpose in life if I am kept locked away like some glass figurine?"

He sighed and looked away from your intense gaze and the heated argument. You were right of course, and he was terrified of that fact. The last Human in his care had been taken from him because he just couldn't let her be free and he kept her away from everyone except himself. He saw firsthand how devastating isolation is on the Human mind, to the point that Hades himself had arrived to take the Human away from the unfair treatment at the hands of Crowley.

He couldn't let you be taken from him too, not when you were his precious chick just fledged and seeking to see beyond the fence of Night Raven College. Crowley couldn't blame you for being frustrated with him either as he knew you would get restless being cooped up on campus. The college was large and held many secrets to discover, but it felt so very small when compared with the rest of the world. Surely he could allow one measly venture off of school grounds?

"Mr. Leech, will you be with her the entire time?"

"Yes. I swear it."

"And you'll protect her should any danger present itself?"

"With my life."

"... Fine. Don't go too far and make sure you have your phone and Grim with you. I will make sure the Housewardens and the rest of the staff are on standby. If anything seems amiss, come straight back, understood?"

Your frustration melted away at Crowley's eventual acquiescence to your request, happy to be leaving the campus even if for only a little bit. There was still your displeasure at the overall dehumanizing treatment, but this was a step in the right direction. Hopefully this would prove to the Crow that letting you explore- albeit with a guard- was something that could be good for you.

"Thank you!"

You hugged the surprised Crow as he finally agreed to allow you to go foraging with Jade. The Crow was stiff for a few moments before melting into the hug and returning it in kind. He really did struggle saying 'no' to you and it only made it more difficult for him when you responded to his agreement with such affection. Truly, the Crow saw you more and more as his own young with every day that passed. It was hard not to.

"I'll make sure the others are aware. But I am being quite serious, (Y/n), there has been an exponential rise in visitors to our little island here and it would be foolish to assume they are not here for you. Promise me you will be careful."

"I promise."

"Alright. Don't hesitate to return or call at even the slightest worry that something is wrong."

~•§•~

The forest during the day was vastly different from the forest at night and you couldn't be more thrilled. At night it seemed like every shadow was alive and looking hungrily towards your direction. During the day those shadows were driven back to their dens and bird-song could be heard through the trees. Sunlight streamed through the branches and gave the forest an almost fairytale feeling as crickets and grasshoppers chirped pleasantly around you.

It was less of a foraging venture for you than it was an educational lesson on mushrooms from Jade, who happily pointed out every fungi and plant species he knew. Luckily, Jade had the foresight to bring a second foraging bag with him for you to use and even seemed bashful when gifting it to you. Maybe mermen just had a shyness about giving gifts to others? Regardless of what it was, you were thrilled with the venture and Jade was happy to split the spoils with you.

"So where is this cave you were talking about? Looks like we have most mushroom types I'm familiar with already."

"Not too far now. It is the only cave I have found Agaricus Bisporus, which you really seemed to like in the soup you made for Azul, Floyd, and I that day."

"Oh, so this cave is where the Button Mushrooms grow?"

Jade chuckled slightly at the cute name you gifted to the mushrooms he enjoyed on a regular basis. They were certainly useful and clearly edible to you, so he just found it all the sweeter that you named them after buttons. Such odd creatures Humans were, but he was certainly not complaining as he found himself quite endeared by the uniqueness of the soft individual before him.

"Yes. It can be a little tricky to get where they are growing tough, so I think it would be best for you to wait at the mouth of the cave for me."

"Why is it tricky?"

"It requires some swimming to get to where they grow, and I am fairly sure you cannot hold your breath for that long. But there are still some Pleurotus Ostreatus mushrooms on the felled trees around the cave you could gather."

"Okay. So long as you're quick, I'm sure we both can gather up enough of both mushrooms and trade when you come back out of the cave."

Jade smiled at this, happy to see you seemed to be enjoying the little jaunt through the woods and keen to gather enough mushrooms for the both of you. Maybe after your joint venture he could even help you set up terrariums to grow some of the rarer mushrooms he has found deeper in the woods.

Grim didn't seem half as enthused as you and Jade were, laying across your shoulder as he watched the birds in the trees. He grew up in this forest and suffered at the claws of the other beasts that called the woods home, so he wasn't really interested in the things you and the merman gathered. That certainly didn't mean he was opposed to snacking on several of the edible plants, however.

"Didn't the big Crow say you couldn't be left alone though? Kinda seems like this Eel-guy is fixing to leave us alone."

"Well, I'm not alone because you will be with me, and you won't let anything happen to me."

"Of course I won't! I'm the Great and Powerful Grim! I'll always protect my Hooman."

"Exactly, so there's nothing to worry about, right?"

"Right!"

Despite the way Grim now seemed alright with the situation, you also vaguely hoped that nothing bad happened while Jade was in the cave. You trusted Grim to watch your back, but he wasn't the best mage and you knew there were likely poachers who could overpower your little friend. Naturally, you still intended to be on guard in case anyone tried to approach while you were waiting for Jade.

The three of you came up to what seemed to be a large hole in the side of a large hill, hearing the sound of rushing water from deep within. Jade paused at the cave entrance, removing his phone to give to you for safekeeping as the item did not work beneath the water.

"Alright, I will be back in a few moments and then we can head back to campus."

"Okay. Don't take too long," you gently teased the merman, "or I might have to come in looking for you."

"I'm sure you would."

The merman gave you a final smile of reassurance before heading into the cave, quickly swallowed up by the darkness. A faint sound of splashing met your ears before going quiet and you figured you could look for those other mushrooms Jade mentioned. Grim hopping off your shoulder to go bother some birds that were chirping rather loudly nearby.

Along the many fallen trees, you could see several mushrooms growing from the rotting trunks. They looked like oyster mushrooms to you, which meant they were likely the ones Jade had been talking about. Though you weren't overly familiar with the names Jade used for them, you did recognize several by their appearance.

As you crouched down to start picking the mushrooms, something odd occurred to you. The forest was silent.

Moments ago there had been birdsong and the sounds of bugs going about their little lives, now there was nothing. The only sound that met your ears was the wind in the trees. Something about the sudden quiet made a long forgotten instinct within you stir as the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end.

Where was Grim?

It was as you stood up to look around that a sudden force slammed into your side, throwing you to the ground beneath a much larger figure. You didn't recognize the beast man above you though they seemed to be some kind of heavily scarred wolf man with grey and black fur. His short whiskers were broken and his teeth were the same as he sneered down at you like a predator taunting his prey. The man on top of you was quick to slice the collar from your neck, nicking you in the process as he threw it away and to the side.

"Those fools just let this juicy treat walk right through their fingers. Idiots, the lot of them."

"Ow! Alpha, this stupid cat is more a nuisance than he is worth!"

You looked towards the second voice and felt your heart jump into your throat as you saw an unfamiliar Wolf-man with brown fur was holding Grim by the neck. Your devoted friend was struggling valiantly against the Gnoll but even you could see he was quickly running out of air and energy. Even as you tried to struggle to help Grim, a sudden stabbing pain forced you instead to return your attention to the one on top of you.

He had sunk a rather large hunting knife into your leg to hold you still and the pain made a harsh cry escape your lips. You couldn't reach your phone or Jade's phone as the bag you carried had been knocked out of your hands before you could react. With a quick motion the man ripped the knife from your leg and positioned it over your throat as if he intended to gut you with it.

"Quit your bitching! Break the damn thing's neck if it is that difficult to hold onto. I'll slice the Human up and we can scram before those students even realize-"

A sudden knobbed club seemed to fly from the forest, cracking against the lead wolf's skull with a sickening smack. The force of the club knocked the wolf off of you and for a moment you tried to get yourself to your feet, only to find your leg struggling to support your weight. In your dazed and panicked stupor, you barely realized there was a familiar golden Lion wrenching Grim out of the second wolf's grasp, throwing the wolf back into a tree. That same Lion was quick to hoist you up over his shoulder, breaking into a dash away from the wolves who were still reeling in pain and surprise.

"Damn it, hold on, Mousey!"

The gruff voice of Leona was a surprising comfort to you as the Lion swiftly ran opposite of the wolves. There must have been more wolves you didn't see as it sounded like an entire pack was chasing after the three of you. From your position over Leona's shoulder, you saw several wolf-men running on all fours after the Nemean Lion that had wisked you away. Despite how fast they seemed, Leona was faster and wasn't even slowed by your added weight.

Over felled trees and through the whipping underbrush, Leona was heading through the forest with far more grace than you expected from the temperamental and lazy Lion. Though it did seem like the school was getting further and not closer, he was still taking you away from the wolves and that was good enough for you. The pain in your leg sent shooting agony up from the wound and only hurt worse with every jostle or sharp turn the Lion had to make. Despite the fact that he was helping you escape, you still wanted to scream out to beg Leona to stop and give you a moment to address your wound.

You felt the trails of blood that ran down your soft flesh and you started to worry about how much you were losing as your leg was already fairly soaked. Only when you began to become lightheaded and started to lose track of the forest did Leona stop his sprint. The howling and barking of the wolves had faded away into the forest which meant Leona had a chance to slowdown and assess what kind of state you were in.

With a surprising gentleness you didn't expect from the Lion, he maneuvered you off of his shoulder and onto the grass. Judging from his grim expression, you were more injured than even you realized. The slight sound of ripping met your ears and you vaguely realized he had torn the leg of your pants to access your injury easier.

"Gotta stop the bleeding..."

Leona muttered as he worked, removing his belt and securing it above your wound. A loud cry left your lips as he tightened the belt and he visibly winced in response. Both Lion ears were angled back on his head as he used the torn fabric of your pants to apply pressure to the wound.

"Don't let my Hooman die, Lion-guy. Please- please, help her."

"I'm trying, you damned overgrown cub! How about you be useful and use your wings to go get help?"

"I can't use them to fly anymore!"

"Then run or something! We won't stay ahead of them for long, so use your collar to call the others before they catch up."

"That wolf-guy tore it off when he grabbed me, I don't have it anymore!"

"Fuck..."

Leona cursed angrily as he continued holding your wound. He could theoretically outrun them, but a lone Lion, even a Nemean Lion, was at a disadvantage when running from a pack. He had the element of surprise but had to throw his Knobkerrie to get the first wolf off of you. That meant he was without his Magestone, his phone- which he had left in his room that morning- and to top it off the one thing that was supposed to keep track of you and your cub had been removed.

The distant sound of howls made Leona's decision for him as he picked you back up, scooping up Grim and taking you both deeper into the woods. He couldn't make a wide circle to get you back to the school, he had no idea how many wolves there were in the pack and they could have spread out to cut him off if he tried. Staying still was not an option with the wolves already on your trail. Trying to signal to the others of Night Raven would also expose your position to the poachers. Leona would have to take you to the town in the valley beyond and hope you didn't lose too much blood in between or the wolves didn't catch you first.

~•§•~

Leona was getting tired. He couldn't keep up the pace forever and eventually he had to stop just to take a breath. Though he no longer heard the wolves, that didn't mean much as they were likely still in hot pursuit. No hunter would give up their greatest quarry that easily, and the soft Human was certainly a prize to obtain.

The problem was that your breathing had gotten shallower and you had fallen unconscious despite his best attempts to keep you awake. Your heartbeat was faint even to his ears and it was clearly upsetting your cub as Grim began to cry.

"No! Wake up, Hooman. Please... Please wake up, (Y/n)! We gotta go home..!"

"She can't. She can't wake up. She's lost too much blood to stay conscious."

"Help her!"

"I'm trying!"

"Try harder!"

"I am! I am trying to keep you and her alive! What do you think I was running for? Maybe shut up and let me think, damn it!"

Grim's ears went flat, the tears only falling faster now as Leona immediately realized his mistake, trying to reach out to the cat who only sobbed and fled into the trees. He couldn't pursue the little cub as he had to make sure you were safe, but it was beginning to seem like you weren't going to survive the trip. Feeling helpless and angry with himself, Leona tried to at least keep you warm and perhaps stave off the cold approach of death. If the wolves came, he would fight until you both no longer drew breath as he refused to leave even your body for the scavengers.

He was ready to fight to his last when he heard the forest rustling with the sound of approaching footsteps, what he wasn't ready for was Malleus Draconia to erupt from the woods. A fair bit behind him rushed in his usual lackeys who also seemed to be out for blood, but none moreso than the Dragon. Smoke billowed from deep within the enraged Dragon as a heavy magical pressure slammed into Leona.

"For the crime of harming my Hoard and killing my Human, I- Malleus Draconia, Prince of Briar Valley- hereby sign the death warrant of Leona Kingscholar and consign his soul to oblivion."

"Wait!"

The loud yowl that interrupted from the woods distracted the Dragon just enough that the bolt of lighting crackling from his form barely missed Leona's left ear by a hair. Grim, with tears streaking down his little face, ran out in front of Malleus to put himself between the Dragon and Leona. His little ruined wings flapped frantically despite giving him no lift or speed.

"Wait..! He didn't- he didn't hurt her! He helped us, but she isn't okay. Please, help her!"

"If it wasn't Leona, then who-"

"It doesn't matter who did it if she dies! Help her now! She's dying!"

The pleas of the little cat moved the Dragon, agreeing to solve blame later and solve the problem at hand. Malleus couldn't hear your heartbeat and that was concerning as he rushed forward to render aid. Lilia was quick to join his draconic lord as his sensitive hearing picked up on the faint sound of your heart.

"She is alive, but she has lost a lot of blood and is going into a coma," he removed his jacket and pulled up his sleeves, "Malleus, use your magic to pull the blood soaked from the wrap, it will have to be enough for now."

The Dragon took orders easily and Leona vaguely wondered who the true leader of their group was as Lilia directed the great mage. They only really took a quick breath of relief when your heartbeat had returned to a steady rhythm in your chest. It was still weak, but not nearly as quiet as it had been. Lilia had done enough triage to know what spells would work best and by directing Malleus he allowed the Dragon to be the primary instrument in saving your life. He had his own reasons to encourage the bond between you and Malleus to flourish, but mostly the Dragon needed to be the one to help you and Lilia knew it.

"Explain quickly what took place. I am ready to listen and deliver punishment to the offending party-"

The howling on the wind was loud and almost sudden, as if intended to startle as the pack of wolves emerged from the trees all around the group. It was clearly a pack of poachers as they all eyed the prize laying between the men. The alpha, clearly bloodied and angry, wielded Leona's Knobkerrie like a sword, threatening the group that dare get between his pack and their feast.

"Hand over the meat-sack. My pack has rights to that kill and I'll fight every one of you prissy ass mages who gets in my-"

The sky went black in seconds, as if night had suddenly fallen over the woods, but instead of stars only rolling storm clouds could be seen. Lighting leaping between the masses of black oily cotton in a sickening green that churned the stomach of the foolish wolves. Hunters now turned hunted as power electrified the very air and stones began to quake in the very presence of rage defined.

Words were not needed, not anymore. They would only be wasted on fools such as this. Filth that sought to take what was not theirs and dare call Malleus' beloved (Y/n) something as demeaning as a 'meat-sack' and a 'kill' as if they had rights to feast upon you like savage Ferals.

No.

No, Malleus would not stand for such blatant disrespect to his Hoard and himself. Punishment would be delivered and it would be by Malleus' hands. They were going to wish he had used his magic.

"Wha-"

"You will not speak. We are leaving the area immediately. Walking, not running. We don't need to draw his attention."

Leona was silenced by a hand over his mouth as Lilia gathered up Grim with his wings, covering him with his jacket and handing the little cub into Silver's arms. Sebek was quick to get the wounded Human up onto Silver's back, climbing on himself to keep her secure on the Reindeer. Lilia spoke in a hushed tone to the Lion as his fellow dorm members worked as quietly as possible to not earn the ire of the beast before them.

Leona found himself unable to disobey the enigmatic old Fae and knew he must have used some kind of magic to hold the Lion to his commands. The ground rumbled as the sound of a true terror escaping their secondary skin to show the beast that lurked beneath. Many of Malleus' features hinted at his true Draconic form, from his long tail to his twin horns and wings, the full Dragon was still a very different beast.

The pure magic in the air was almost as difficult to breathe in as smoke. Once confident snarls turning to yelps and whines of genuine terror as the foolish wolves realized just how outclassed they were.

Lilia stayed alongside Silver as Leona took up the other side, moving with them even as he craned his neck to stare behind him at the Dragon in the flesh. Black scales glinted in the light, green lightning spewing from the sky as the elongated fang filled maw of the beast snapped around the fleeing figures. Maybe he was considered one of the most powerful mages in the world for a reason, and he wasn't even using magic at that moment.

"Lilia, what if his majesty needs us-?"

"We need to get her back to Night Raven, then we can work on calming Malleus if his temper tantrum doesn't burn him out before she wakes. She still isn't okay and we need to let the others know what happened. All we can do now is leave for our own safety and hers."

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #Humans Are Extinct TWST AU

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lsunstreakerl · 2 months ago

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1.4k darkbull! max POV, post-kidnapping, domestic max/carlos/daniel/oscar. featuring a question that makes everybody internally panic and pancakes. no smut, but darkbull, so. mature content implied and all that.

It slips out when Max is in the bath. Oscar is sitting on the floor, back against the wall as he scrolls his phone, Carlos is in the kitchen, and Daniel is behind Max, gently running shampoo through his hair.

"Did Red Bull kill my dad?"

He can feel Daniel freeze against him, and Oscar stops scrolling, eyes widening as he fights to stay still. Daniel recovers first, folding a palm across Max's eyes.

"I'm going to rinse."

Max dutifully keeps them shut as warm water rushes across his hair, a few stray drops running down his nose. Daniel's fingers are confident as they scrub across his scalp, and Max is relaxed, feels more like a human shaped lump of goo than anything else.

"Where'd that come from?"

His voice is even, but Max notices the thin thread of tension, the lack of outright denial. Oscar is still tense, but his fingers are moving on the screen, texting someone. They've all got the wrong idea.

"I don't care if they did, I am just..."

He leans his cheek against Daniel's shoulder, sighing. He's so comfortable here, spoiled by his three boyfriends.

"I am wondering."

Daniel hums softly, one hand stroking across Max's side underwater. He does it frequently when he's nervous, like a self soothing motion, except he does it to Max. It works well, always makes Max want to dip back into his fuzzy headspace where he doesn't have to think at all.

"I wasn't around for that, so I wouldn't know, and neither would Oscar. I'm sure if you have suspicions GP would talk to you about it."

It's a good deflection. Max doesn't care that much, it's really only crossed his mind because they're reaching Jos' death date. Normally he doesn't think about it at all, but in light of everything that's happened with Charles, learning about the trackers and the drugs... the idea had crossed his mind, and he hasn't be able to shake it.

"Okay."

He stays curled into Daniel as he's lifted out of the bath, and then Oscar has a warm towel scrubbing at his head, and Daniel has wrapped him in another one. Max leans into it, finally getting his feet underneath him, and he snorts when Oscar lifts the towel and he can see his hair in the mirror.

"Osc, mate."

Daniel laughs, ruffling his hair further, and there's an amused note to Oscar's voice.

"You look like a hedgehog."

He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"But a sexy hedgehog."

"A what—"

Max cuts himself off with a laugh, squinting at Oscar. Daniel squeezes his hip, dropping another kiss at Max's shoulder. They'd fucked him before he got in the bath, but sometimes they like going again afterwards— Carlos claims it's something about seeing him so relaxed, naked except for his jewelry that never comes off.

Still. Max wants to eat first if he's going to be coming again.

"Dinner?"

His voice is hopeful, and both Daniel and Oscar seem to snap back to themselves, nodding. Max slips into a pair of shorts— they must be from the private AlphaTauri line, because they're shorter than anything else he owns, with an embroidered Red Bull logo just above his thigh. The shirt is definitely not his, wide in the shoulders and well worn. It probably belongs to Carlos, but Max knows he doesn't care.

The kitchen smells like cinnamon, and Max makes it two steps behind the kitchen island before Carlos is tapping at his nose, gently nudging him back out.

"No, I'm not done yet."

Max wrinkles his nose, resisting the urge to sneeze. There's flour on Carlos' hands, which means there's probably flour on his nose now as well.

"But you are making pancakes."

Carlos grins, pointing a finger at him.

"Yes, making. As in, I am still working on them."

Max will eat raw batter, he doesn't mind. He tries to sidestep Carlos and get past him, but he feels Oscar's hands wrap around his waist, tugging him back into a slim chest.

"Don't worry Carlos, Danny and I will keep him entertained."

Max pouts, but he lets himself be dragged into the living room, immediately perking up when he realizes Daniel is laid out on the couch, loading up Call of Duty. Oscar groans, dragging over a large pillow on the floor as he sits, back leaned against the couch. Max curls up just behind him, folded shins resting against his shoulders as he takes his own controller.

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He wins every round. Oscar is getting better, but Daniel is still completely hopeless, and demands kisses after each lost round as reparations for how Max must be cheating. Max tells him primly that is of course not how it works, but indulges him anyway, settling halfway into Daniel's lap. His fingers creep up Max's thigh under the hem of his shorts higher each time, and he grins against Max's mouth when he shivers.

"Daniel."

Oscar sounds mildly annoyed, flicking Daniel's knee.

"Food."

Daniel sighs, shifting Max off of his lap.

"Killjoy."

Oscar is the strictest of the three of them about trying to keep Max on a schedule during non racing weeks. Max thinks it has something to do with how he'd seen him with Charles, constantly disoriented and begging for anything.

If they wanted to keep Max tied down for an entire day, he'd let them. But he's unsure if it would bring back bad memories or not, and Oscar seems to know Max's limits even better than he does, so he likes to listen.

He curls into his side of the couch, eyelids heavy, dropping one arm off the side to clasp his fingers together with Oscar. They've all been perfect this week, always knowing exactly what Max needs.

Oscar squeezes back, repositioning slightly so Max can be comfortable. Daniel has switched to a different channel— there's a sailing competition on now— and Max can hear Carlos singing softly in the kitchen as he drifts back off.

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There's a heavy hand dragging through his hair, and Max can smell cinnamon and Carlos' cologne, blearily waking up. Carlos is leaned back against the couch, and he has Max pulled on top of him, lying against his chest. Max shifts with a small noise as the conversation around him cuts off, and then Carlos' fingers are tipping his chin up, kissing him gently.

He sighs into it, eyes still half shut. Daniel has a palm curled warm over his ankle, and Oscar has his head resting against his thigh. Carlos pulls back, reaching over to a plate on the coffee table, tearing off a chunk of the pancake at the top of the stack.

Max shifts, preparing to wiggle his arm out and grab it, but Carlos uses his arm across Max's stomach and tugs him back in place, hand splayed wide across his skin. Max rolls his eyes but drops his mouth open, letting Carlos nudge the piece between his teeth.

They've all got their own little kinks they think he doesn't know about— Daniel with his blindfolds, Oscar with his tears, Carlos and his constant need to be taking care of Max in his entirety. There's been a few times where Max has been near or entirely immobilized, and while the other two flit in and out, Carlos never leaves.

Max used to think Carlos got off on his helplessness, and sometimes he still does, but he's learned over the years that Carlos enjoys the softness just as much. The quiet moments where he's kneeling in front of Max and wiping at his lashes, when he holds him close in the evenings and presses kisses into his hair.

Moments like this one, where he's carefully tearing off chunks of pancake to feed to Max. Max goes along with it like he always does, listening to Carlos' heartbeat under his ear, playfully nipping at his fingertips when he's not quick enough to withdraw his hand.

He's fairly confident they don't want to fuck again. Everything's too languid, orange light spilling in through the window, syrupy slow and sweet. There's a chance they end up falling asleep out here— a rarity, but not unheard of.

He stretches his legs further into Daniel's lap, twisting to tuck his face into the crook of Carlos' shoulder. GP will want to talk to him about Jos tomorrow, because Max has no doubts that was who Oscar had texted, but for now he's content just like this, spoiled and sleepy.

#darkbull verse #ficlet #sappy domestic moments for them #if you ignore the darkbull of it all

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tsuyalovebot · 5 months ago

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i saw this post and it was so clearly a cod post but all i can think about is caleb and specifically the way YOU write him bc you write him so delicious

https://www.tumblr.com/starsinmylatte/773162772586479616/missionary-with-your-fav-military-man-but-his-dog

oh my. hello, anon! i'm kind of giggling and kicking my feet right now, so thank you so much for sending this in! i'm so happy knowing that the way i write for caleb is well-received. i try to put a lot of thought into his mannerisms and dialogue without it being too much, so this means a lot.

(even though 90% of what's on my blog is inherently nsfw... i have two long caleb pieces coming out please wait for me (´˘ -˘ 人))

also the post you linked. oh yeah. i totally see this with caleb. his necklace drives me insane sometimes. knowing that it has a tracker and that he constantly wears it, going as far as to kiss is before he flies? everything.

ramble below on this thought for you, nonnie. :]

in missionary, caleb's got so much control. but unless you've purposefully riled him up prior, he won't be rough. underneath the tough exterior of the colonel is still your dearest childhood friend or brother (contextualize this accordingly if you are more comfortable with en or cn material). it's only natural that he craves you in every way, shape, or form.

he's hoisting your legs upward at first, contemplatively squeezing your calf with a thoughtful expression. it takes a moment before he's instructing you — "keep 'em up, yeah, like that" — and lowering himself onto you. (you don't realize until later that he was contemplating having your legs up on his shoulders instead.)

kisses with him were almost always needy. starting off with an almost hesitant connection of your lips, like he was afraid you'd dissolve. but all it takes is either his own desire or your encouragement before he's pressing harder, heated breaths fanning over your face and his groans falling low into your mouth.

his hips buck in time with his fueled desire, little grunts ripping from caleb's pursed lips in agonizingly dragged out thrusts, the veins of his length like threads of a corkboard mapping your interior. always moving as if he was determined to merge your body with his.

and those biceps. your eyes tracing the flattering bulge of skin and muscle on either side of your head, sometimes trailing down to his abdomen and watching the muscles flex with every sticky withdrawal and introduction of himself inside you. the breathy sighs and whispered i love yous that leave his mouth were almost always accompanied by a knitted brow and concentrated gaze.

it's all overwhelmingly attractive. but the most attracted was caleb's damn dog tags.

whenever you'd keen, lost in the violin strings of a harmonics that carried you into ecstasy, the jangle of the chain and the light tap of cool metal met your chin. caleb doesn't notice it past the first few thrusts, his eyes wrenched shut in concentration as the hottest groans known to mankind leave his open mouth. but you do.

your laughter is what makes him open his eyes. the violet hues fall upon your crinkled eyes, the curvature of a smile he's memorized with his lips and tongue greeting him instantly.

it's contagious, and he smiles too. "well, aren't you a beauty today. what's got you smiling like that, huh?"

blown pupils meeting yours, you find it in yourself to reply as he slowed to a halt. eyes falling down to the offending object around his neck.

"your necklace keeps hitting me," you comment.

not at all are you mad; simply amused by a thought that emerged in the middle of your entanglement. the sweat that dots his hairline matches the rosin-like finish to his bare chest, and you place a hand over one pec.

"ah. does it hurt?"

"no."

"do you want me to take it off?"

your frown was so quick to form, it makes caleb laugh above you. the asshole was clearly pulling your leg.

grouchy, you grumble, "never say that again."

a charming tilt to those chapped lips is all it takes for you to shift beneath him, walls tenderly contracting around his girth. he bows his head, forehead narrowly missing your chin as he stutters out a low moan. the glare he shoots you is playful. serves him right.

you sigh and grin, relenting. "i just think it's a good view. it's a good look on you.

he murmurs an "i agree," (though you aren't too sure if he was referring to his view or yours) while propping himself up more securely. you could feel the heat from his arms as they shift beside your head, how his legs shift slightly further apart, thus nudging yours.

the openness makes the penetration all the more apparent. the look on his face tell you he's more than pleased, the crescent moon fold of his eyes reflecting your closest person when they open.

"cute, pipsqueak. real cute, tellin' me all that while i'm like this. you planned this out." caleb moves down, stealing a languid kiss from your lips. teeth teasingly pulls at your lower lip. he likes to do that now — the little thief. two can play that game.

there's movement once more, like he was rewarding your honesty. your back slides against the bed in time with the expert grind of his pelvis, pleasure jolting your your body with a vengeance.

it takes a moment, but when he moves, the dog tag swings. the metal apple glints, and you raise yourself, snagging it between your teeth. and before he could question what you're doing, you dig your nails into his back and move up, just enough so you could kiss him.

when you fall back on the soft, cottony sheets, the spit-glistening metal glimmers between his lips. the famished glower appears, and your body responds with harsh pulsations like a heartbeat. he looks famished.

"mine, now." one hand lazily cups his face, thumb sweeping over his cheekbone and kiss-swollen mouth, then dropping to your side. you're smiling before you even realize it, a giddy giggle escaping you as you say, "good dog."

there's nothing but heavy breathing between your two bodies. you barely have time to register the heavy throb and swelling of him inside you.

until he huffs, galactic gaze thinning into a cross-section of disbelief and mirth. "huh."

his mouth is sinful in its smirk, and he thrusts. hard. a garbled gasp leaves you, the bed creaking and the headboard thudding precariously.

heartbeat kicking up a gear, you're wide-eyed as caleb readjusts his position. completely sinking down onto you and into you, your hips tilted up and legs freely in the air. all oxygen escapes you in that very moment — you swore you could feel him in your throat, stars decorating the outline of your vision.

"good dog? so i guess it wouldn't hurt for me to misbehave a little bit?" he taunts, honeyed words vibrating against your cheek. he's nuzzling you, cooing at the drunken state of your expression.

then, you feel his lips ghosting your clavicle, cool steel on your chest as he presses impossibly deeper into you, drawing back to just the tip.

and as if to really drive it in when he starts pistoning into you, he snickers. "woof."

#mimi.inbox #mimi.writes #caleb x reader #caleb smut #thank you for sending this in anon #i love anon community #keep the caleb thoughts coming :]

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luciacaminoz · 4 months ago

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BITE with a side of freakyyy for Sol/Julian please

[ bite ] a playful kiss that involves some light biting

blood & slightly nsfw

Night Byte

April 2001

The Geo Tracker’s headlights cut through the dust and dark in this lonely patch of the Sonoran, illuminating rows of water bottles glinting like teeth.

Sol leans against the tailgate, stock still, staring listlessly over the labels. Julian crouches nearby, wiring a GPS tracker into a bottle cap. “Come on,” he says, flicking a minuscule circuit board. “Think of it as… community service. Reremouse gets his midnight snack; us, the kine and the Cam don’t get a starving Nosferatu rampaging through SoCal. Everybody wins.” Sol kicks sand at him. “Fuck you. Fuck this stupid fucking country and fuck the Camarilla. Thirty years ago these were my parents. These people are my people.” “Our people,” Julian corrects, standing. He's wearing a Save the Bees! t-shirt, his smile all easy frat boy charm, but Sol can clock that it’s forced, fake as fuck. Fake as hers when a group spots their Humanitarian Aid vests glowing on the trail and slump over in relief, and Sol launches into fluid, fangless, friendly Spanish. She just scowls. “Well, kind of,” he continues. “Exploited labor solidarity. Half my family’s from Johor.” He pops his collar and tosses her a bottle. “Here—hold this. Gotta test the tracker.” Sol catches it and reluctantly turns to move toward him. He takes her wrist, pressing her palm flush to the bottle, puppeting it back and forth. “Perfect. Blinks red when it’s moved. We can keep an eye on—” Sol slams him against the Geo, bottle crunching under her boot. Her eyes fleck with amber, fangs peeking. “You don’t think this is sick?” Julian’s smirk doesn’t waver. “I think you’re hot when you’re pissed.” He tilts his head like a cocky little shit, exposing the white of his throat, watching her mouth twitch. “Do it. Bite me.” She glares. Something coils low in her belly; wants to growl. “Do it,” he taunts. She lunges—but he’s ready. Julian blurs behind her, arms clamping around her waist, swinging her off the ground. She kicks her legs back, but he’s laughing, warm and low and annoyingly unfazed. “Tsk, Solona. Play nice.” She elbows him right in the throat and they hit the dirt, a tangle of limbs and curses. Julian pins her, knees straddling her hips. “Yield, sweet Childe of mine,” he demands, theatrically deep, playful; he’s still grinning, but it’s plain to see she’s coaxed his own fangs out with that last stunt. Sol huffs, or snarls, or tries to—but she’s starting to laugh a little. Progress. Julian’s grin softens, then his lips press to hers. It’s too messy to be anything calming—mostly teeth now that both their fangs are in the way. Sol bites down on his lip, sucking blood, and he groans, grinding reflexively against her leg. “Fuck,” he rasps, pulling back. “Nasty little—” She holds his gaze as she licks his vitae off her fangs. Julian makes a noise. He kisses her again, softer this time, fingers threading through her thick mess of hair. The desert wind howls like something forsaken through skeletal saguaro, but all Sol hears is the rush in her ears as the Blood begins to rouse; flushing beneath her skin, beating behind her ribs, pooling between her thighs. When he breaks away, his lips are swollen, glistening red, pupils blown. “Give me some time,” Julian murmurs. “You and me, Sol. No more Camarilla bullshit. Promise.”

#THANK YOU GABBIE <33333 THESE ARE SO FACKING FUNNN. SEND MORE #jez writing #x: exit wounds #vtm night road #oc pussy indulgence #oc: soledad #julian sim

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writtenmisfitsarchive · 6 months ago

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Okay gang here's the deal for me right now:

I'm finding it hard to focus on so many strong muses in one place (shocking no one), so I'm giving all my strongest muses their own blogs. This'll give me the chance to focus on one muse at a time, which honestly I like to do more than a multi.

I still am going to check in here now and again, but for the moment this blog is gonna be very low activity/on semi-hiatus status and I'm not looking for any new interactions over here. Under the cut please find the links to the new blogs which I will be on much more frequently.

Jaskier - @dandiestbard

Geralt - @whitehairedwitcher

Astarion - @rubyredtragedy

Gale - @wovenambition

Emmrich - @charmingthebones

Lucanis - @thecrowtakeswing

I'll also be moving both Tryck and Jaez back to their blogs

Tryck - @bluebardofhappiness

Jaez - @alluringlittledeath

Most threads I have for all these characters are on my thread tracker so I should be able to transfer them over easily. We can always start new interactions. If you have questions reach out to me.

#queer as a three dollar bill; ooc #psa #me on my bullshit but i feel like this is gonna be good for me so #we'll see

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lorewovenrp · 5 months ago

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Hi there !! I absolutely love warrior cats and roleplays based off/inspired by it, however the only roleplays I've ever really been in have been a) in Amino (that godforsaken site/j) and b) in discord servers. Do you have any tips for forum roleplays specifically ?

Absolutely! Forum roleplays can be a little different from Discord or Amino, but they offer a lot of benefits, especially for organization and long-term storytelling. Here are some tips to help you get comfortable with forum RP:

Think of It Like a Bigger Discord – Instead of category's you have boards and instead of channels you have threads with posts inside of them!

The Participation Button – This lights up when you have new responses in threads you're involved in, making it easier to keep track of your active roleplays.

Bookmark Important Threads – bookmarking key threads (like plot updates, character sheets, or guides) can help you find them quickly - this is like your own personal list of every important thread you have.

Take Advantage of Thread Flexibility – Unlike Discord, where everything moves fast and can get lost in scrolling, forums let you have long-term threads that stay organized. You can have multiple threads for the same character in different locations, all happening at different points in time.

Use Formatting & Posting Templates – Many forum roleplayers use HTML or BBCode to format their posts, making them visually appealing. Don't worry if you're not familiar with them—many people create templates that you can simply copy and paste. It's an optional feature, not a requirement, but some players enjoy it as an added perk!

Keep up with active posts! – Forums often use "Recent Threads" or "Recent Posts" sections where you can see what's new across the whole board.

Character Trackers Are Your Friend – Since forums allow for more long-term development, many players keep a tracker thread for their characters to organize their relationships, plots, and ongoing threads.

Don’t Be Afraid to Ask Questions – Forum RP can seem overwhelming at first, but I promise it's not as daunting as it looks, and the benefits are amazing!

You'll get the hang of it in no time! Forum RP really gives you a lot of flexibility with character development and world-building. We also have a new member guide on the site to help out anyone new! 😊

#roleplay #rp #warrior cats #erin hunter warriors #warriors #warrior cats roleplay

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davidkarofskyindie · 2 months ago

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thrcbbing (Alex/Marc)

@thrcbbing continued from (x)

Alex begins to grin at the sight of the other man’s profile. he replies with ease and eagerness, not really planning on staying here much longer if he can’t find anyone to take over from his originally planned hook-up [ I might be. ] is his response to the message he receives, then he sends a selfie, allowing the other to see exactly where he sits. [ come and find me if you wanna do it right now, cus i might leave soon. ;) ] it’d be a shame and a disgrace, really. for the both of them. then just to hurry him up some more, he lifts his shirt up and shows off his abs, shamelessly exposing himself in his corner of the library, and sends him a picture of it.

Marc had to grab onto the nearest bookshelf for support when he got sent the photo of this mysterious hunk sitting on a couch with his abs on full display. It took him just a second to take it in, the muscles and curves were obscene in all the best way and he licked his lips sensually just taking it in [ let me give you one hell of a reason to stay ] he sent, quickly looking about to make sure he was alone in his section of the library before quickly lowering the back of his pants and taking a photo of his firm muscular ass, ensuring the rows of bookshelves behind him were visible before sending it. Hoping that'd keep the other man there he quickly moved through the rows, down the stairs and looking around until he happened to spot the couch and his eyes widened seeing the man sitting on it. He casually walked over, seeing the shirt and knowing this was his man. He grinned as he sat on the arm, his hand resting on the back of the couch "So, adorable face and devilish body... you are a rare kind of hunk" he mused with a flirty grin, looking into the man's eyes "You mentioned you were gonna leave, wanna take me with you?"

#moved to it's own thread for the tracker #thrcbbing #char: marc s

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spiritsintertwined · 7 months ago

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World RP Discord server Domino City welcomes you!

Streaks of color spread across the sky. Branches of the multiverse, twisting and colliding, brought new visitors to Domino City…

Are you looking for a relaxing multifandom roleplay? Tired of muses already claimed? Want a mix of the familiar and unfamiliar?

This invite is a 10-use ticket. Tickets refresh every few months. Follow @spiritsintertwined to stay up to date on new ticket giveaways!

(Must be 18 or older to enter)

The Yugioh-focused Discord World RP, Domino City, is now opening the doors for more members! The community is inclusive to other fandoms and OCs, for a refreshing variety of personalities and crossovers. The server offers many neutral locations and Alternate Universes for those unfamiliar with Yugioh, allowing for grand adventures and smaller slice-of-life interactions.

Upon joining only the Welcome and Rules channels are visible. After verification, all other channels can be seen. It may take a moment to be verified as it is done by hand!

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Our World RP server is structured where each category is a zone/world, each channel a location and each thread a sub location or private story. Characters move about in these locations and writing in them is usually a slow to steady pace. Quick-paced RP channels, like the Public Zones, are for those who desire lighter forms of roleplaying. It is also possible to start private RPs.

What our server offers:

��A small, friendly, inclusive and tight-knit community. Needs are respected and no one gets left behind. There is always some activity to be found in the variety of channels!

😎 Freedom to reply at your own pace. There is also 0 pressure to match writing length or quality.

👥 A duplicate canon muse system. This feature that aims to resolve the issue of fandom characters being taken, using an identifier of nicknames and mun names to tell each other apart. Additonally, the existence of duplicates is explained in-lore with the multiverse! We believe every roleplayer should be able to play any character, any way they like.

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shunin-gumis · 7 months ago

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Temptation Towards Apoptosis - Track 10

L4mps 1st Feature Event

This chapter was translated by Aca!

Location: Toi’s inner world

Toi: A-chama…

Astaroth: What’s wrong? Why do you persist so?

Astaroth: Did you not want to put an end to this? Were you not the one who wished to end your hideous transformation with your very own hands?

Toi: Mhm… I thought about it.

~~~(flashback)

Yodaka: Toi, have you given thought to what you might do after you’ve changed?

Toi: After I’ve… changed?

Yodaka: If changing is not something you can avoid, then perhaps it would help if you thought of what lies beyond that change.

Yodaka: More often than not, I’ve recently come to think that perhaps… Time moving forward is actually a good thing.

Location: Toi’s inner world

Toi: I’ve always been terrified of changing, because I don’t know what lies ahead of that change.

Toi: But, I still want to stay by his side.

Toi: I know now that it’s okay for me to want that. He made me realize that.

Toi: So, A-chama. Stop our assimilation, please.

Astaroth: Kukuku…. HAHAHAHAHA!!!

Toi: ……

Astaroth: And after you cease the transformation, what then? It is only a matter of time before you and your precious brother freeze to death here!

Toi: That’s fine. Ani-sama will somehow pull through.

Asaroth: That’s–

Toi: I know. After all, we’re twins who are two halves of a whole.

Location: Hotel - Room

Nagi: Heeeey, Netaro, wake up. Daniel: Thanks to those crazy ass trackers you put on the twins, we can see where they are.

Netaro: Googa~ Snork, snork, snork mimimimimi.

Yodaka: Quite a picturesque way of sleeping. Did anyone manage to get through to them?

Chief: No. I’ve been trying to get a hold of them for a while now…!

Nagi: Seems like I can’t reach them either.

Daniel: Well, maybe they’ll come back soon, y’know.

Chief: But, the weather has become extremely harsh, we would’ve probably heard from them by now.

Yodaka: That’s true… we should probably try contacting Morozumi-san—

Chief: ! It’s Ryui…! Hello?

Ryui: “… H… pl…”

Nagi: The signal…

Ryui: “Toi’s… a… th…”

Chief: Sorry Ryui-kun, but I can’t hear you…!

Daniel: Are they deep in the mountains right now…?

Netaro: Tuah! I sense something exciting happening!

Yodaka: Are you awake now, Netaro?

Netaro: Thaaat said, I have made a “Signal Beep Beep Enhancement Antenna” within the 18 seconds after waking up and attached it to Doudou’s phone.

Ryui: “Shit… Hey, Chief. Can you hear me?”

Chief: Ryui-kun! I can hear you just fine now!

Daniel: Woah, sounds pretty bad over there. Where are you guys now—

Ryui: “We’re near Oirase Gorge. But there’s a heavy blizzard…”

Yodaka: Are the two of you alright?

Ryui: ”We’re fine. I don’t have time to explain but can you come over now…!”

Chief: Got it! We’ll come as quickly as possible, so send us your location!

Nagi: This would be a good time to use the studless snow tires the other customers from the Kamakura bar recommended us.

Location: Aomori - Oirase Gorge

Ryui: *panting*

Ryui: Toi, just wait a little longer. We’re going back home soon.

Ryui: Fuck, I can’t see shit…!

Ryui: (I’ve got a bad footing here. We’ll both fall if I’m careless, but if I don’t hurry…!)

Spirit A: iIiiiiIi SmmEEllllLL SouUummEeThinngg.

Ryui: Fucking hell…!

Spirit B: SomMmmeThinnGn SmeElllAlelL sNiiccceEE.

Spirit C: WhEiiirreeEEee iSZzz It? WheeeRreee wHeReeeeE.

Ryui: (There’s too many of them…!)

Ryui: …? What was that…

Ryui: …!

Ryui: (What, the…! These white threads around Toi… a cocoon?!)

Ryui: Toi, Toi!

Ryui: …

Ryui: Tch! Is this that shitty demon’s doing?!

Ryui: (I’m not strong enough to do this alone. I’ll have to seek Morozumi-san for help, but in order to do that–)

Spirits: IIiiIIII SeeeEeeEE YouuuUUuuu!

Ryui: Hah… try me if you dare.

Ryui: I have to go back with Toi. Even if it kills me.

Location: Toi’s inner world

Astaroth: Is that fine to you? Without my powers, you wouldn’t be able to see the future.

Astaroth: The Shiramitsu Family will fall to ruin, and you will be cast aside.

Toi: That’s not it. I’m not trying to get rid of you.

Astaroth: What…?

Toi: I’m going to keep A-chama residing in me. However, I’m done being afraid of you taking over and transforming my body.

Toi: (Now that I think about it, I’m always letting others decide and do things for me)

Toi: (But it’ll be different from now on.)

Toi: I want to be equals with A-chama…!

Astaroth: You think yourself capable?

Toi: Mhm.

Astaroth: Oh? And, pray tell, how do you plan to accomplish that?

Toi: …

Astaroth: Mankind oh so favors stealing from trampling down on, and subordinating others.

Astaroth: Or perhaps you, in your spineless cowardice, believe that you can solve this with a conversation—

Toi: I know. Let’s do a trial of strength.

Toi: If this trial is something I must do to stay by Ani-sama’s side, then I’m willing to do anything!!

Astaroth: Hahaha…! Very well, let me witness your pitiful struggle!

Location: Aomori - Snowy path

Ryui: Good, I see the road…! Where are those spirits at…?!

???: Crunch… Crunch… Chomp… Chomp…

Ryui: (That huge ass spirit… just ate the rest of them…!)

Spirit: …Ke…Ke.

Ryui: (For fucks sake… please don’t notice us.)

Strong Spirit: …Ke… YoooouUUuuouOOuuu.

Ryui: …! Shit…!

Strong Spirit: GrAhHHHH!!

Ryui: H-Huh…?

???: …

Ryui: (That shining… animal…? Did it fend off that spirit..?)

Ryui: Uwah?!

Ryui: (It disappeared…? I thought it was coming towards me… Wait, more importantly…!) Strong Spirit: ooOooooOooooo…me…

Ryui: How persistent…!

Strong Spirit: ggGGiiIVeeEEE mmMEEee itTTttT!!!

Ryui: (This is it, but as long as Toi’s safe—)

*car crashing*

Location: Company Van Interior

Nagi: …Oh no, I think I just ran over something.

Yodaka: Oh my.

Netaro: Driving license revoked, Driving license revoked~!

Event Masterpost

Next Track

#18trip #18tlip #18trip translation #nagi hachinoya #hachinoya nagi #toi shiramitsu #ryui shiramitsu #netaro yowa #yodaka natsume #hiroshi daniel iwabuchi #l4mps #momiji hamasaki #kaede hamasaki #l4mps feature event #temptation towards apoptosis

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merrock · 6 months ago

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Good morning, Merrockites! Today was our last holiday activity check, meaning that moving forward, the following standards are expected to be met by all writers in the group:

each character must reply to two threads every week.

those two threads must be to two different characters.

& it would be great if those two characters were written by two different writers.

The activity check schedule will always be posted here to this page. Checks are done Friday mornings, although they are put together on Thursdays. Therefore, if you are only active in the last 24 hours before check, you may get a notification that you were tagged -- if you do not see your name on check, please ignore this! it's a 'ghost tag.' Unfollows are done Monday evenings at 11PM (ish). If you are unfollowed, you have 48 hours to reclaim your role, which can be done up to 3 times before you are asked to reapply.

Some things that we want you guys to keep in mind in regards to activity and checks and what we are looking for:

only activity counts as activity. Social media posts, gifts, tasks, photo sets, etc. do not count towards activity, only interactions.

creating an open starter no longer counts as activity.

creating closed threads does (as we are assuming you've plotted with someone!), and replying to opens does as long as it is not your only activity (meaning you continue on the thread!)

You are responsible for your own activity. Some people find it helpful to use a tracker, others are just very diligent with checking activity notifications or keeping an eye on dash: find what works for you. Avoid bubbling, if you need more threads on someone, reach out to another writer and say hey, let's plot. Be mindful that people rely on you, so it's important to not drop or ignore threads (it's okay if you need to work on something for a plot, or have a lot of muse, as long as you're still doing your other threads). The way that you treat other players & your threads is going to determine how they respond to you, remember that.

Hopefully, this serves as a little refresher heading out of the holiday and into the rest of the year! If you ever have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask me. xx

#merrockadmin

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badassxbirdy · 13 days ago

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I hope you’ve all had a wonderful pride month! 🥳🏳️‍🌈

It’s time once again for an activity update. If you’re new here: these posts help me to keep track of what the frick I’ve been doing, particularly when tumblr breaks or the brain fog strikes. Since I didn’t do one of these last month, this update includes replies and interactions posted from the 1st of May to the 1st of July. Everything else can be found in previous updates under this tag. There’s also the full thread tracker here.

The navigation page for mobile users can be found here.

If you want to see all IC interactions without the other stuff, click here. If you’d like to start something new, there are opens and memes, or you can just hit up the DM’s. You can also add Tyler on Discord for IC texting. Username is the same as her url, just let me know who you are if you add her.

The full activity update (along with OOC housekeeping) is below the cut. Bold text = links.

Now onto the update!

OOC Housekeeping

I have nooooot been productive. 😅 Remember back around the start of April when I was up-to-date on everything? Those were the days…

The thread tracker is being updated this week to add newer interactions that are missing. Older inactive things have been marked as archived. See this post about continuing archived interactions.

IRL things are going to be chaotic for the next couple of months. Writing is always a good way for me to unwind and de-stress, but responses to OOC messages may be a bit slow.

Speaking of things that interfere with me answering my pals here, I've been absolutely knocked on my arse by various health things since I last wrote one of these. Loooots of bed rest time. A fair amount of it hasn't even been directly caused by my disability stuff, but instead just the result of random bad luck, which is frankly offensive. There has been some good new scattered in here and there, so I won't be rioting just yet. 😂

As always, your patience is very much appreciated!

Threads, replies, and other IC interactions: (in alphabetical order by username.)

@2kyears

Ty gets caught - drafted

@astormymind

The audacity 😂 - link

On the train with Maze - drafted

@day0fwrath

Jarthur time! - drafted

@demcnsinmymind - link to the roadside besties tracker page is here.

Azzy proves a point - link

Giving Lance a haircut - drafted

Taking Lance on a hunt - drafted

@derschwarzeengel - link to our tracker page is here.

A belated birthday present - link

Bragging serial killers - drafted

@diviningtime

“Believe it or not, kiddo, I’m doing this for your own good.” - drafted

@drkroots

"Are you okay?" with Eli - link

@feraltrust - link to our tracker page is here. (I'll get things updated to your new url asap)

Time for The Talk™️ - link

@gentle-hearted

One with the chair 😂 - drafted

@hartlines

“The 🤬 did you just say to me?” with Dean - drafted

“Another year older!” with Sam - drafted

@heavenguided

Ty judges Michael 👀 - drafted

@itsonlyfinn

Library ghosts and awkwardness - link

@klarsynt

Investigative blorbos! - drafted

@mountainheroine

“I’m the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person I know.” - drafted

@normallyxstranger

Birthday mischief with Jamie - link

Ty meets Neoma - link

Jamie’s brand - drafted

Pun museum - drafted

@razorfst

"Drink this, it’ll help you relax." - link

“That’s called stealing, you know.” - link

@sunmad

Looking for Lance 👀 - link

@timelxrd-victorious

Tyler meets the Doctor - link (moved to the new editor)

@vreeshim

Collision - drafted

@wolfskrieger

"Does the hate come from the heart or just out of habit?" - link

Headcanon, dash games, and assorted silliness:

Something Tyler won't talk about - link

Ty's reaction to the dash every Sunday - link

Favourite films dash game - link

If she had grown up with her powers intact - link

Killian and sleep 😭 - link

Incorrect (but very correct) quotes with Damon - link

When Tyler is being unhelpful - link

Heatwave mood - link

That should be all, but as usual, please let me know if there’s something I’ve missed. I never intentionally drop threads without notifying, so if it’s not here, I am either having a brain fart, the tracker is broken, or I simply have not seen it.

- Em ❤️

#activity update #pinned post

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hellworm-fr · 7 months ago

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[off-site question] 'what is your system for tracking Flight Rising info?' (asking in reference to notn prep convo)

saw something about keeping all fr tracking info in their phone's notes app...got me thinking about my system for info tracking for fr + the evolution of it. I used to use my mobile phone notes but then moved to google docs pretty quickly and adapting to sometimes use discord. My current system is a chaotic mess due to my hiatus/return, new things/events I missed, and only recently getting my first very own computer, when everything before was phone or laptop.

My system can be primarily summarized by the following breakdown:

-> s p r e a d s h e e t s - I got back into fr after a long ass hiatus and immediately decided that my lifelong aversion to spreadsheets was over and I locked in to teach myself how to use them in the way that I want to, to replace my 'everything in google docs' trash...

I currently have sheets for: notn prep, hibden tasks, and project tracking (especially) I also use sheets other people have made for FR closest in-game color calculator and other stuff, as well though mostly I make my own so I can go crazy with formatting only I like.

I also use google docs still, such as my recent quick little reference for the multiple secret santa events I am participating in this year. I use it a lot less than I used to, especially as I try to/considering switching from google drive to a different file/bookmark collection platform.

-> private/personal server channel - minimal-info stuff that needs quick access

Not a lot of people, afaik, use the ability to create a discord server for just themselves to their advantage. I throw things from my clipboard to here to grab later/move to other places, keep things super easy to find in-house to share later in a dm/server. I also have a specific thread of name ideas and what I have and haven't used, though it isn't efficient and may be moved somewhere else for formatting. But for (temp) hosting, easy access between devices, easy sharing w others and organization within my most used site/app, it's good.

-> forum threads on flight rising - available to reference by others and share easily

trying to make and use more forum threads since I realized how much I like looking at other people's (lore/dump/journal/tracker, etc) threads as reference/inspo and for fun. It is cool to see how others interact with the game, with it having such diverse options for engaging with it. Especially older threads, like woah!! Time capsule of old fr!! I am interested in internet/media archiving,,,

-> dragon bios - tracker dragons specifically, of which I have a couple

they hold more than they should rn lol...ideally and hopefully in the future, they will just be overviews of the specific dragon's lore, with more fleshed out stuff other places + all related links and art! :) currently my main focus for tracking in dragon bios is tracking each dragon and its associated projects or pairs, and tracking purchase, gening and some outfit plan stuff. Its a good basis for my other, more in-depth trackers to have an easy way to reference on the individual dragon scale (ahhah accidental pun). I reference them a lot.

-> profile/clan bio - I do not put much tracking info in my clan/profile bio, mostly to keep it simple and not overwhelming but also because I find it a little bit more annoying to update and can be confusing when people come across my page for the first time...Currently pending a big old profile bio revamp, trying to come up with formatting ideas and looking for profile bio templates (is it just me or are there so little of them floating around..?) I definitely want to include a selection of specific things,,, I try to prioritize links and commonly referenced info and then general being friendly/intro stuff. also aesthetics....I will be, and others even more, looking at it a lot... I am slowwlyyyy getting to my bigger to-do items I swear, I just procrastinate with making new projects and scrolling aimlessly on forums....

#sorry about wall of text #worm rambles #this was rescued from being a discord chat rant so thank god for that person #who inspired this #I am gonna get banned from everywhere for spam I am so annoying online please spare me #no clutter in MY lair.. <- insane & monstrously inaccurate lie

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ashryder · 2 months ago

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ASHTON RYDER | 34 | SILVER LINING MILITIA LIEUTENANT

THE BASICS Biography | Playlist | Pinterest | Connections | Thread Tracker

Full Name: Ashton Finley Ryder Nicknames: Ash, Ryder, Fin Birthday: November 3, 2091 Birthplace: Burnington Current Home: Burnington Occupation: Bartender at Hell's Gate, Silver Lining Militia Lieutenant, Former Specialist of East Atlantic Army Religion: Atheist Orientation: Asexual (sex favorable), Biromantic MBTI: ISFJ-T, The Defender (Turbulent) Enneagram: Type5 Wing6, The Troubleshooter Alignment: Lawful Neutral Zodiac: Scorpio Face Claim: Luke Mitchell . Voice Claim: Luke Mitchell (i)

THE PHYSICALS

Height: 6'1" Build: Muscular, Athletic Allergies: people beating around the bush, & lilies. Hair Colour: Dirty Blonde Eye Colour: Deep Blue, that turns deeper when he cries Glass/Contacts: none, but sometimes if his eyes are strained he has reading glasses Dominant Hand: Right, but mildly Ambidextrous Tattoos: only one, solar system running across the inside of his left forearm Scars: Too many to count, the most prominent, ugly one that never healed right is the one on his left shoulder Piercings: Earlobes and Helix on both ears Outfit Clothing Style: Sweaters, idk what else to tell you, he has no fashion sense and goes with whatever is the most comfortable things for movement or combat. At the bar, he wears whatever he's asked to wear as a uniform.

THE ADDITIONALS

Spoken Languages: English / Russian Driver’s License: yes + military license Affiliation: Silver Lining Militia Pets: Dawn - German Shepard, Military Trained, Retired

THE BIOGRAPHY TW: mentions of death, abuse, experimentations

The Ryders were a quiet small family living simple lives in Burnington, husband served in the East Atlantic Army as a command sergeant, wife helped homeschool kids in the town. They flew under the radar as much as they could, most would assume because they’re simply content with life - and they are, a handful might know they do what they can in small subtle movements of resistance. Ashton was raised as such too, joyful simple life, be grateful for what they had, helped around the house, he was a handful to deal with as a kid but never whined or demanded anything in life. Homeschooled, he usually stuck close with his mother when his father was out with his unit, doing important work to protect them all, young Ash would like to believe that as his mom would tell him. Little did he know it wasn’t in the way Ashton thought.

One day past his 13th birthday, Ash’s parents had requested him to run a few errands alone for them while they had errands to run on their own, a full day’s worth to prepare for the coming week, groceries to get, kids to teach, laundry to wash and dry, letters to deliver, it was more than his usual day of chores, but he never whined about it, doing what he was told to do. He got everything done easily, even had spare time to go play before coming back for dinner. But dinner was never made. Ashton came back to an empty home that evening, not quite sure where his parents were and when they were coming back, he sat there and waited, and waited, and waited. Until in the middle of the night a knock on the door came, someone from the army, dad’s friend, they said. Ashton didn’t really process the news, everything in and around him numbed as his hands and feet still moved, the rest of the unit came in to start picking apart what little belongings they had, and let him pack whatever else he wanted. The next thing he knew when he snapped out of the shock, was that he was within the military academy, other kids and students staring at him like fresh meat, that he held a box of all his belongings he desperately kept from his home for once in his life saying no and not letting the soldiers take away some of his parents keepsakes, that his parents were gone. And that he was all alone.

Then came the anger. Sure they gave him food, shelter, care, but he wasn’t stupid. The reason they gave him for his parents death didn’t seem to click. Ash was looking for anything and everything to blame. The grief in him mutated into rebellion, rage and fight, it took the academy a lot to whip him into shape and submission, literally and figuratively. The uglier disciplinary acts hidden behind closed doors. They hadn’t known what else the boy knew, they had to keep him here. But everything can be fixed with time, and with time, Ashton lost the fight in him, grief growing smaller, hurting less, giving in to doing whatever they told him to, as long as it made the pain go away. He got to know the other kids his age, some orphans like him, trained alongside him, and some of the warrant officers treated him well, better than others. He learnt to accept that this was his life now. As long as it made the pain go away. Follow our orders and you’ll be safe. You’ll be fine soon. I promise. Promise? He took their word for it, and believed, like he always did. Just listen to them, do as they say, they know better. He never whined or demanded anything in life. Ashton was molded and shaped to a perfect recruit and soldier, he had the talent, grit and intelligence for it all, exceeding all expectations once he submitted and gave in to the life and hand he was dealt with. He grew into one of EAA’s finest specialists they’ve ever had, an incredible asset that stayed loyal with nowhere else to go. Ashton was desensitized to the point where he lost himself somewhere in the pool of blood he spilt and the pile of bodies he stacked up. Though underneath it all he was just the teenage boy holding a box of his family’s belongings, doing whatever he needed to do as he was told. As long as it made the pain go away.

Over the years, Ash was one of the most reliable people in the army, if you needed something done, and done right, Ashton was your guy. While he is attached to a specific unit, the higher ups oftentimes pulled him away on special fieldwork as well, more covert operations that required tact and skill, and Ash could keep a secret to his grave. He’s had practice keeping one since he was five. No one bats an eye on the way Ash bounces back on his feet whenever injuries come around. He’s just that talented! He ate well! He’s youthful, he’s got his father’s genes and talents. Ash laughs them off and prolonged pretending to still be injured if it seemed suspicious. But one of those outfield missions went awry landing Ash in critical danger for once in his life, a misstep, a mistake made. Going in and out of consciousness one step too close to death, left Ash vulnerable as he was medically cared for without being able to walk it off before it was too late. And if they hadn’t paid attention to the way he healed faster than expected, pulling him under a microscope to see the way his cells regenerated at a speed not normal for humans - perhaps he’d still be holding onto that mutant secret.

It was a gift, a breakthrough in science, if they could just study him further– everything could change in the way their soldiers healed. Lives could be saved. He was taken off duty for the time being, excuse of needing to recover before going back on the field, and instead brought to the lab of the afterglow compound and was told all those nice things, appealing to the part of Ashton who just wanted to be useful. He assumed it was an order, and simply muttered yes sir.. For months he was held there, poked and prodded, blood and cell samples taken from him, his pain thresholds and limits tested. But what made Ashton pause was the sight of others there. A view of Afterglow hidden away from his years of training here, now in full view. And it was horrific, this wasn’t the same organization he thought he gave his life and loyalty to. He thought all his life, he had been doing good. Ashton silently took whatever was done to him, etching the visual in his brain of everything that happened here, to him, to others, to his parents. Until when he was returned to serve on the field, he left the force, quietly, without fanfare, honestly surprised they let him walk free. Perhaps because they’ve squeezed every ounce of him that they possibly could to profit off of him and there was nothing left of him for them to use.

The freedom was new and foreign to him, going back to Burnington, another box clutched in his arms as he was lost on what to do. He just knew that that rage he once thought had died off or beaten into submission, was once again reignited. He quickly joined the Silver Lining Militia, finding comfort in knowing at least there were familiar faces there, proving himself and his capabilities, and most importantly his loyalty and morality. Ashton now was trying to find his footing in somewhat of a normal life, getting a normal job to feed himself, and behind the scenes sitting with the militia to try and do good, perhaps find repentance in the life and lies he’s lived.

THE HEADCANONS

Ashton was five, he was in the kitchen on a Sunday morning with his parents trying to make breakfast and proving that he’s a big strong boy now! Unfortunately it ended up in a nasty burn across his arm and face as a hot heavy pan was dropped. He did his best not to cry as a big boy now but he still did, it hurt a lot. His mother helped take care of the burn wounds and patched it up, said it’ll heal in a few days, nothing to worry about, their bodies knew how to patch itself up. And patch itself up it did, perhaps way too well. By that night when they checked on the burns they were nowhere in sight. Somehow his parents just knew at that point, told Ash that his body was just really good at healing, but they also told him that he couldn’t tell anyone about it - a secret just between them. Ashton obeyed but never really understood it until much later learning more about mutants. Yet he regretted ultimately failing in the end. Even in this still life however, he still doesn't tell just anyone about it.

After leaving the military, Ashton struggled to find a place to fit in. He didn’t know what it took to live the life most people did in Burnington anymore. He found the one thing he did learn during his time in military training, was that he always bartended or mixed drinks for his own team or during events, perhaps the one civilian skill he picked up in a non-civilian life. Gravitating to the job in a place where he keeps his eyes on only the job and nothing else, keeping talks of his past life to a minimum and instead listening to others share their woes instead. He didn’t know where else to go and needed some way to support himself while he served the militia, not willing to take any handouts from them. And besides, at least no one judges people here at Hell’s Gate, mutants alike.

It’s been ages but there were still plenty of things he remembered of his parents, a box of their things he’s held onto ever since now tucked away safely in a drawer. Now older, it was clearer on the things they did that lightly steered away from afterglow, and of everything, Ashton felt like he can at least follow the other path after ruining the other he was walking on. Outside of his job and militia, like his mother, Ashton began helping teach homeschooled kids in his spare time, those wanting to stay out of the afterglow school system, he was taught and self-taught everything he knew, making use of EAA’s resources to study everything he could. Now he could bring that same knowledge, filtering out any biases to teach knowledge and only knowledge. He hoped his mother would’ve been proud of that at least.

The one thing Ashton has mostly kept to himself was his love and fascination with the night sky. Despite the rot and destruction of their planet, the stars stayed as pretty as he could ever remember. A vast abyss, moving along without blinking an eye to the self destruction of earth, nothing but a drop in an ocean of the universe. Ash learned all he could about the sky, the universe and astronomy, oftentimes when he wanted to be alone, he can be found on the rooftop of the academy or the compound, laying down to gaze at the sky, for once since he lost everything, this was the place he found peace again. Now he’s still looking for his best stargazing place in Burnington but he long remembered simply laying on the roof of his home with his mom as they pointed out stars, planets and constellations.

Once as a specialist, Ashton was talented in many areas within the military, but he’s best known for being a good shot, best sharpshooter they had, as well as leading stealth recon and lethal thunder runs. Ashton would be one of the first few names to pop up if you ever needed people for those. Now he hopes that those skill sets would still be useful in the Silver Lining Militia.

He has a german shepherd, Dawn, that he trained with in the EAA, elite dogs bred and trained for warfare and now to aid the military in peacekeeping, and Ashton trained with her since she was a pup. She left the force with him on the account that she was just as stubborn as her trainer and refused to listen to any other soldier and let her go with him as an early retirement.

THE WANTED CONNECTIONS

brothers & sisters-in-arms (East Atlantic Army connections) : pretty much since Ash had been tossed there, it was all he knew, training, life, relationships, he was kept closely within the army and everything he did was for them. A connection that could either be very close to Ash mentors, juniors or peers, or had friction with him in those years. Ranging from during his teenhood up until the day he left.

how to life (friends) : Ash moved from one army to another militia, always trying to find ways to fight, it was what he was good at. But finding life outside of the army was tough, remember life before the army seemed like a distant dream, he doesn’t really know how to live what may have been a normal life, as normal as life as they know it can be at least. A connection that helped him acclimate to life outside of the military, with more time to himself now despite integrating with silver lining, he had been given more freedom than he knew what to do with.

the peek behind the glow (compound/afterglow connections) : you’ll be doing great good for everyone, was the lie he was told when they sat him down at the lab, a secret he’s kept all his life now out in the open to be used for some greater good. A connection within his short stint with the afterglow science and research department, perhaps were poked and prodded alongside him or were doing the poking and prodding.

play pretend (childhood friends) :We’re gonna build a rocket ship to Mars! Ashton as a kid was bright and full of energy, despite being an only child, his mother often felt like he had the energy of three. Taking care of him was not easy and she was thankful for the other kids around their small neighborhood that played with him. A connection of a childhood friend that grew up with him in Burnington. Perhaps they lost touch after he joined the army, perhaps they were always in contact, but they had grown up with Ashton and been through a lot together in their formative years before he was tossed to the EAA. How would they feel seeing who Ashton was right now after losing their friend to the claws of the military and seeing him come back out of the fire alive?

#dehqintro #HELLOOOO <3 #excited for everything!! come meet my boy c:#he's just a lil stressed walnut hard to crack on the outside just a sweetie on the inside #hmu anytime if y'all wanna plot!! bc i def do #;more about #;muse #;the introduction

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