#next chapter is funny promise

[malarkgirlypop]

MEDIC! Part 22 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

So one minuet I'm cackling laughing and then the next I'm blubbing like a baby. Giving myself whiplash over here! Just to be warned, I barely re-read this cause I want to get it out. So if something doesn't make sense, whoops, I will do a proof read later, I'll fix it ahaha. OMG yeah no this chapter is all over the place, my bad!

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @next-autopsy, @panzershrike-pretz, @xxluckystrike, @bucky32557038ww2 (let me know if you want to be tagged.)

I tossed and turned, my brain in overdrive, wouldn’t let me go to sleep. The soft snores of the men filled the room. They all instantly fell asleep as soon as they laid their head on the pillow. I was jealous, my body was exhausted but my mind was wide awake. I kept replaying the fight I had with Don. Then how he was in the kitchen. Like he wasn’t upset by it, maybe he wasn’t. I rolled over trying to get comfortable but nothing worked. I reached down grabbing my canteen from beside my bed. I unscrewed the lip, tipping it back. No water entered my mouth, I shook it over my face. It was empty. I huffed. There was a water supply downstairs. 

I pulled back my covers moving very slowly. I didn’t want to wake the men, knowing they needed their rest for the patrol. I placed my feet down on the floor, it was cold but I didn’t want to put on my boots. I would be down and back in seconds there was no need. I got off the bed, wincing at every creak and squeak from the mattress and the floor. I tip-toed slowly out of the room pausing every time I heard a noise. I could briefly make out shapes in the dark, the large holes in the wall providing some luminance from the moonlight.

I snuck down the stairs, cringing with every creak they made underfoot. I made it to the third step from the top, stepping down on my toes, when my ankle gave way underneath me. I flailed my arms trying to reach for something to grab onto but the steps didn’t have a handrail. I tipped forward, my body careening down the stairs. I seemed to hit every single step on the way down. I winced, but not from the pain, from the amount of noise my body made as it bounced down the stairs. So much for being quiet. I barrel rolled down the steps, landing in a heap at the bottom. I lay still, panting from the fall. Maybe if i just didn’t move no one would notice. I wasn’t in pain, probably from the adrenaline that was now coursing through my veins, yeah that’s going to help me get to sleep. I heard movements from upstairs. 

“What was that?” 

“Was that a bomb?” 

“What was that noise?” I heard the men upstairs whispering to each other, trying to figure out what all the crashing was from. 

“Who’s there?” Even though I was laying on my front sprawled out with my hair covering my face, I could see the shine from the flashlight land on me.  

“It’s Emily.” I said weakly, raising my hand over my head. “I fell.” 

The sound of footsteps sounded coming down the stairs. Babe was at my side in seconds. 

“Jesus, of course it was you who fell down the stairs.” Babe chuckled. I groaned. “Sorry, are you ok?” He asked, I gave him a weak thumbs up. “Come on, let’s get you up.”

I got to my hands and knees, my head spinning slightly. Babe grabbed my hands pulling me to stand. I winced in pain, oh no there it is. My whole body screamed in agnoy, especially my back which took the brunt of the fall. I clung onto Babe’s shoulder’s. As he helped me back up the stairs again, the rest of the men waited at the top, some of which had gotten back into their beds. 

“Can we take you anywhere?” Grant asked with a playful smile. 

“I’m sorry, I was trying to be quiet.” I felt so bad for waking them all. 

“Are you ok though?” Joe asked from his bed. I gave a nod as Babe gently placed me back onto the bunk, lifting my legs for me to swing into bed. I wasn’t that injured but he had done it before I could say anything. I let him tuck me back in. 

“You’re such a goose.” Babe said to me before climbing back into his own bed. Everyone fell asleep quickly including myself. 

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I was up with the men as they prepared to leave on the patrol. I gave a hug to Babe and Grant who left with the men. All we could do was wait. We made our way into the basement, where the men would bring the prisoner if it was a success.      

The sounds of footsteps clunked into the room, surely they weren’t back yet? Cobb, Skinny and Garcia walked in dripping wet. 

“What the hell happened?” I asked, standing from my seat, making my way over to the shivering men. 

“We took a dip.” Cobb said sarcastically. I moved forward to the men who stood in front of me. 

“Here, take off those clothes before you catch your death. Can we get some blankets and dry clothes over here!” I called helping Skinny pull off his jacket since his hands were shaking so badly. I ensured the other men took off their wet clothes as well. Once they were in dry clothes I draped them in blankets and put them by the fire. Skinny was still shivering, I passed him the warm coffee I had made for him.  

Then it was a waiting game again. Everyone else was out to help with covering fire. The men who had fallen into the water and I waited in the basement. I could hear distant gunfire and explosions. I could hear the sound of the whistles being blown, they were on their way back. I paced around the room, anxious to see how it went. I flinched with every explosion, come on why aren’t they back yet.       

The door burst open as the men poured in, “We got wounded. Come on!” They carried in the soldier. It was chaos, the men shouting orders, the gunfire that continued outside, the bustle of people that made their way in. The once empty room filled with four people was now teeming with life and noise. 

I made room on the table, instructing them to lay down the wounded man. It was Jackson. His face was badly injured as well as his upper torso. He gasped for breaths as he shook in pain. His face was burnt and disfigured. 

“It was his own grenade, he ran in too early.” One of the men told me. 

“Hold him down.” I yelled at the soldiers as Jackson squirmed around, making it harder for me to see. I pulled out my flashlight, opening his mouth. The inside of his throat was burnt. Shit. This wasn’t good. We were losing his airway every second, as it swelled shut. I needed an Oropharyngeal, but I didn’t have one, no one did. 

“Does anyone have a tube?” I asked, looking around at the men, they shook their heads. I tilted Jackson's head back trying to open his airway as best I could. But it would be no use in a matter of minutes when it swelled shut. 

“Does anyone have a pen?” More shaking heads. God fucking dammit. I wanted to try and do a tracheostomy, if I had a scalpel and a tube or even a pen I could create a new airway. But I had nothing in the way that I could perform the procedure. I flicked my eyes to Jackson, as he tried to fight, sitting up and moving. He was panicking, he was losing his breath faster, gasping and choking. 

“Jackson, lie still, don’t panic.” I tried to reassure him, but with each gasp he took, less air was entering his lungs. He was slowly suffocating. I didn’t have anything with me, no intubation kit, no scapula, no pen. I couldn’t keep his airway open. He was going to die if I did nothing. I could save him but I don’t have anything, I have no supplies. 

“Gene, do you have anything to intubate with, a pen, anything?” I asked as he rushed into the room. I watched him scavenge through his bag, he shook his head. 

“We need to move him, I don’t have the supplies to keep his airway open!” I told him. He nodded. 

“Let’s get him moving.” Gene called, the men helping him onto the stretcher.

“I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die.” He cried as he gurgled on his saliva. I held his hand as he was transferred. He looked right at me, “Don’t let me die.” I shook my head. “I won’t!” We moved him off the table. A bomb shook the house, making all of us duck, the men laying him on the floor on the stretcher. I kept his head tilted back as he choked on his blood and spit. I could hear him struggling to draw his breath. He writhed around gasping for air that wasn’t making it into his lungs. 

“Jackson! Jackson! Please, you have to hold on, please!” I begged trying to keep his airway open. He coughed, blood splattering out of his mouth and onto my face and clothes. He stilled. 

“No! No!” I said bending down pressing my mouth on his as I gave him rescue breaths. I could taste his blood in my mouth as I pulled back. I bent down again giving him two more, I blew into his mouth, turning my head to look at his chest. I waited for his chest to rise and fall, the feeling of his exhale on my cheek, listening intently for the sound of him taking a gulp of air. But I didn’t, his chest didn’t move, I didn’t feel anything on my cheek or the sounds of him breathing again. He was still. I hovered over his face, staring down into his now dull eyes. I pulled back, resting on my haunches, I looked around the room. Babe's eyes found mine, he shook his head in disbelief. Surely he didn’t lose another friend, another brother. The sad look in my eyes said it all. He had. We all had. 

I was so mad, I could’ve saved him, if I just had the supplies, anything, I could have sent this young man back to his family. 

I wiped my mouth that was covered in his blood. Martin approached, laying a blanket over the man, no boy. He was just a boy. 

The room that was once overbearing with noise, fell eerily silent. I hastily wiped the tears from my cheeks. I moved from my position walking over to Babe. I wrapped him in my embrace as he clung to me burying his head in my shoulder. 

I don’t think we slept the rest of the night. We made our way back to base, but we all stayed up. I sat in the middle of my bunk as Babe laid down smoking, resting his legs on my lap. I leaned back into the wall, still covered in the blood that wasn’t mine. Jones and Webster made their way back from dropping off the POW’s, wandering back into the room. 

“We heard you got two prisoners. Good work.” Don complimented Jones.

“Jackson’s dead.” Webster announced. Don and Lieb who hadn’t been there nodded, already hearing it from us when we got back. 

“Yeah, we heard.” Lieb said, laying on the top bunk behind Don.

“Yeah, well, they want another patrol tonight.” Perconte informed the men who had just joined us. When we had heard there was going to be another one, we were less than enthused, just because it went to plan didn’t mean we lost nothing. We lost a life. Why risk losing more? Why did they need more prisoners? The Germans were falling apart anyway. It felt like a waste to go over again. A risk we didn’t want to take. Just because it was a ‘success’ this time, didn’t mean the next one was going to be. What if we sent 15 men over there just to be killed. It was infuriating. I knew how this was going to end, hell it was all I learnt in history class. I knew that the Germans lost, and it was closer than they knew. I couldn’t blurt that to them, they would think I was crazy, or a spy. I wanted to shake Colonel Sink, tell him it wasn’t worth it. That these men were more precious than the German POW's they wanted so badly. Couldn’t he see that these men needed to be preserved. I huffed, patting Babe’s leg. He glanced over to smile at me. A small smile but it meant the world, I returned it. 

The men prepared nonetheless. Waiting in the same basement from last night. It felt tainted in that kitchen now. It wasn’t the same warm atmosphere it held before. Everything had been cleaned and organised but the feel of the room was heavy.      

I sat looking over the things in my medic bag. I wish I had more in it. It was almost barren apart from a couple of bandages, sulphur and medication. The rest of my bag was my personal items. I thumbed over them. The dress from Renee, a stone I had taken from the woods in Bastogne, the gloves I had had in my pockets the day I had arrived, the hand sanitizer bottle that was now empty, my wallet, my phone and headphones. It was bizarre to have those things in this time. These men had no idea who I really was. They believed I was a young girl from Boston who came over to help the injured and dying men. When in reality I had messed with someone much bigger than myself and got stuck. If I go home, or when I go home, these men will have passed. After I leave I will never get to see them again. I looked around at the group, they all looked weary and tired. Yawning as they cleaned their equipment. I glanced over to Cobb who stood in the doorway, raising a bottle to his lips and throwing back the drink. He swayed on his feet. He was clearly drunk. I shook my head. 

“Whatcha you looking at, Webster?” I heard him slur. I glanced up, Webster’s eyes trained on the inebriated man. Awkwardly glancing away after he had been called out by Cobb. 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, college boy.” He taunted the man. I huffed, annoyed at his loud obnoxious voice. Everyone else was doing as they were asked, sure they weren’t thrilled but they never fussed. Cobb on the other hand had to be dragged to do everything and somehow managed to weasel his way out of it all. Moaning and groaning about doing the least amount possible. 

“Are you drunk, trooper?” Jones swivelled in his chair to face the drunkard. 

“Leave me alone.” Cobb snapped. But Jones didn’t flinch to his bitterness. 

“Answer the question.” Jones said again, tone more firm. The young boy who had wandered into CP yesterday was gone, he seemed more confident in his role. It fit him nicely. 

“Yes, sir. I am drunk, sir.” Cobb muttered. “Drunk, sick and tired of fucking patrols and taking orders.” He droned on. 

“Hey Cobb, shut up. It’s boring, okay?” Martin told the man. I hid my smile. It was nice to see him being put in his place. And Martin did give the best tellings off. 

“Taking his side, Johnny?” Cobb asked, looking butthurt. 

“Yeah, I am.” Martin said, turning away from him. We stayed in the basement preparing, waiting for our orders. 

I spoke quietly with Grant, Babe and Lieb who I was sitting with as they cleaned their guns. No one raised their voices over a hushed whisper. The tension in the room was solemn. 

“Do I need to do something about the situation?” Lieb whispered to me leaning closer so I could hear him. We hadn’t been talking before just sitting in silence. 

“What?” I asked confused, as the man had started talking like we were in the middle of a conversation that didn’t exist. 

“You and Malarkey.” He stated. 

“It’s fine Joe.” I shook my head, looking down at the floor. 

“Well it clearly isn’t, I can see that you’re upset. He also hasn’t spoken to you in days. Do I need to talk to him?” He asked concerned, ducking his head down to make eye contact with me. 

“What happened? This isn’t like you two.” I chuckled, when did he become so observant of me. 

“I have it sorted, I’m waiting for him to apologise.” I said. 

“Why does he have to apologise? What did he say?” He questioned me, the interrogator in him coming out.

“He just said that he didn’t have time for me, that he was busy.” I intentionally left out the part where he said he was my babysitter. I knew if I told that to Joe, he would try and fight Don.

“He’d better do it fast.” Lieb’s eyes falling on the man sitting across the room. He looked distant, staring off into space. 

“It’s fine Joe, plenty of other fish in the sea right?” I stated, trying to play off the hurt in my chest. Of course it wasn’t as simple as finding someone else, I didn’t want anyone else. But I didn’t want to fool myself into thinking he would do what I wanted him to do. Who knows he might be already done with me, before anything started. If there was nothing there like he said, he could be perfectly fine. He is just mourning his friends, nothing else. 

Joe gave me a sad smile, clearly not believing the front I had put up. His hand landed on my thigh and gave it a squeeze. I smiled, leaning into him. I rested my head on his shoulder as he lent his head on mine. We stayed like that for a while, not speaking, just resting. It was comforting. He was the older brother I never had. I didn’t think I would be able to smile again after losing Skip and Alex. I adored the two men. They had become my family. After I had lost them, I didn’t think I could trust and love someone as much as I did those two men. But somehow after the haze of it all, Joe waited for me. We were friendly, but never close before. Then suddenly he was everywhere I turned, with his charming smirk and witty banter. Same for Babe and Grant. They were just there when I needed them. They just took me in. I think that Alex and Skip had sent them somehow. I missed them so dearly. 

Grief was a weird emotion. I had experienced it many times before, but it was never the same. With my Nana, I was sad, but I was grateful, she was old and ready to go. I always thought of her fondly, never plagued too much by her passing. 

My mother on the other hand was a weight pulling me to the bottom of the sea. The heaviness of my grief was crushing. It was one thing to lose a parent, but to a disease where you had to watch them die slowly, knowing their fate, but secretly hoping for their survival. She was all I had left. I never fully am free of the sadness of her passing. 

Then here, losing lives everyday was hard, but it was manageable. Most of the men I didn’t know personally, I wasn’t tied to them. I felt sad for their death but was able to move forward. If I didn’t think of them too hard or how I had lost them, I was fine. 

With Alex and Skip it came in waves. The first a tidal wave, threatening to pull me down to the ocean floor just like with my mother. But I was dragged from the water, thrown a life saver. I had support. I would float on the top of the water, everything fine, happy and normal. Then every so often I would sink under the surface. The weight returned. It would hurt all over again, like a fresh wound. Just like lying in water, I would sink and float. Sometimes the sea was rougher than normal, or it was calm and tranquil. But just like the ocean it was unpredictable. 

I missed them all so much. 

“!0-hut!” Martin called. I stood quickly, focusing on the world around me again. I didn’t know how much time had passed, being so deep in thought.      

Winters, Nixon, and Speirs walked into the room. “At ease.” We all relax at Winters command. 

“This everybody Grant?” Winters asked.

“Sir.” Grant confirmed. 

Winters spoke to the men, telling them he was proud. My eyes wandered over to Nixon who hung in the archway. I smiled at him as he sent me a wink. I didn’t miss the exhaustion that lingered on his face. He motioned for me to pay attention, still smiling. I looked back at Winters who was telling the men there was another patrol set for tonight. Many heads hung low. Winters explained the plan, noting that not much was changing, other than the men would need to go further into town. More risk. I sighed, my leg bouncing nervously. Babe’s hand stilled my movements, he left his hand there. 

“It will be 0200 hours instead of 0100. Is that clear?” Winters asked, the men confirming. “Good. Because, uh, I want you all to get a full night’s sleep tonight. Which means in the morning you will report to me that you made it across the river into German lines but were unable to secure any live prisoners.” Winters paused as his words sunk in. He was going to lie. The men weren’t going to have to go on the patrol after all. I grabbed Babe’s hand under the table, squeezing it tightly. I channelled all of my relief into our clasped hands so that I wouldn’t whoop and yell. Babe held my hand as tightly as I did his. 

“Understand?” Winters asked the men, his eyes flitting around the room. The tension in the room had evaporated immediately, like a weight being lifted off our shoulders. 

“Yes, sir!” The soldiers said in unison. 

“Good, look sharp for tomorrow. We’re moving off the line.” He told the men as he gathered his supplies and left. I could’ve fallen out of my seat. OFF THE LINE! OFF THE LINE! 

“Did I fucking hear that right?” Lieb turned and asked me. I shook my head in disbelief. A smile pulling at my lips. 

“We’re moving off the line.” I uttered, Lieb and Babe grinning at me.

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Chapter 23

[luvnami]

not a glory hole! - chapter 11

an | back to the funny bits next chapter, i promise, just pushing some plot in this scene. also, please have your age in bio or pinned!! ive been having to block a lot of empty blogs which makes me feel awful. i do not want to run the risk of minors interacting with my work so please!!! mlist cw | mdni (18+)

after that night, ushijima approached you on a weekend to talk things out. he even brought some fruit as an apology. you considered it a fairly mature gift, instead of something like roll cake or cookies. 

you’re relieved that ushijima seemed to have enough common sense to apologise and explain his view on what had happened, instead of clamming up and expecting you to read his mind. he’s thoughtful and empathetic, even if his words don’t necessarily express his feelings that way. 

you apologised, too, for not communicating your feelings to ushijima. it was an awkward situation no matter how you looked at it and you coped with it in your own way – namely by isolating yourself from him. he had given you a disappointed look, but nonetheless understood your reasoning. 

that’s how the both of you end up sitting by your coffee table after multiple rounds of apologies, munching on apple slices with the peel cut into rabbit ears. ushijima bites into a slice politely. 

“do you like fruit, wakatoshi-kun?” you ask. 

there’s something inside of ushijima that perks up whenever you call him by his given name. not many people do, save for his family or tendou, so it’s pleasantly surprising.

“yes, i do.” he swallows his bite. “it’s important for athletes to have balanced diets, so i try to have fruit every day.”

“wow, that must be expensive.”

your thoughts wander, thinking about the recent surge in prices at the local grocery store. seriously, eggs used to be 350 yen a carton, and now they’re 450 yen. talk about ludicrous! athletes must be paid a decent amount for them to eat fruit every day, then. what a luxurious life. 

“satori says i’m too blunt sometimes,” ushijima suddenly says. “do you think that’s a problem?”

ah, tendou satori. you vaguely remember his name appearing in your conversations, where the brunet seemed to sparkle a little whenever he brought his best friend up. you scrunch your nose as you think of a non-offensive but honest way to reply ushijima. 

“i guess so? i felt like you were cornering me when we talked that night.”

man, this apple tastes really good. the adlers’ must be paying ushijima good money. you take a big bite of your slice, earning a confused look from him when you almost choke. 

“i see,” he frowns as you gulp down water. “i’ll work on it, then.”

[potatobugz]

Chapter 2 is out!

[breadandblankets]

so i can find someone to rely on (and run to them): Chapter 5

does GothU take GEDs from the school of revenge?

Summary:

Jason raises his hand in the air. Hua Cheng looks between Jason’s face and the single outstretched palm. His face is pinched for a moment, before he high-fives the offered hand. The youth just looks flabbergasted. “Teacher I just had a question,” Jason tries, hesitantly. Or, Ghost King School, tea time, and a new piece joins the board

[passthroughtime]

you know

i mean

yeah

[nguyenfinity]

[blasts you with miscellaneous rinky doodles from our heartbeat event]

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Listening to some of Vegetta's old VODs while wrapping up some meta (got sidetracked tracking down a very specific timestamp for two hour) and dear god I forgot how high maintenance he is. World's most passive-aggressive, proud bordering on arrogant, dramatic demigod / semi-god who would rather carry a grudge for the rest of his life than dare communicate that his feelings were hurt. I love him so much.

[juniperhillpatient]

I really had to vibe check everyone so hard directly after such a fun Kitchen Nightmares update from Theo. I’m so sorry but I do promise my plans ARE fun it’s just playing with genre I pinky swear

[sweetcircuits]

New MBK chapter!

Amber has been having some seriously scary nightmares, and of course Chiro can sense them through the special bond they share. Amber and Nova also get to have a little talk about Snowbound, about Nova's powers and how her emotions tie to them. Amber and Antauri also have a little talk about Amber's powers, and about her fears of what Skeleton King could throw at them next.

Overall just kind of a chapter for the characters to catch their breath a bit, work through some things, and try to prepare for the future.

taglist under the cut:

@monkeyinaround @ladytauria @superrobotmonkeyteamramblingsgo @starkitters @halloweennut @dreamstormdragon @ghostlyhijinx @projectaffectivity @jackie-sugarskull

[greyias]

Writer asks: ✨🎀💝💌

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

Oh, that would probably be Lapsus Linguae, which I get why it didn't quite catch on (it's a bit long for a short fic, is basically oc x oc pairing so quite niche, and has a M-rating because of a random scene in the middle with a totally different pairing than the oc/oc content) -- but it still makes me laugh.

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

I will say, when I get enough distance from a written piece, it can still sneak up on me and give me unexpected feels, so I guess it not only holds up to a re-read, but can hold its emotional resonance.

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

I probably shouldn't have been, but for some reason I was absolutely convinced that people were really not going to like Girl Talk? (The reaction to which was the exact opposite). I think the brain weasels got me on that one.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

So I took a break from it for a little bit (because I got distracted), but I am having a ridiculous amount of fun with the Outlander!Theron AU, and kind of have to keep sitting on my hands so I don't start posting prematurely (the first chapter has been written for 5+ years now). I think I described to someone that it's the Bad Decision AU where no one is their best self, especially Theron, who makes promises in one chapter, and then immediately breaks it by the end of the next chapter, with predictable consequences:

Theron's quick temper finally got the better of him, and the desire to diffuse the situation evaporating and he snapped. "You were about to be killed, and I wasn't just going to stand there and let that happen!"

"You couldn't let that happen? Just like you couldn't let me read my own messages and let me go to the Terminus?"

"That was different!"

"How?"

Just like with his decision to go to the Terminus in her place, he hadn't really thought that far ahead in how to navigate this conversation. Like every ill-considered step he'd taken in life, it was a thoughtful, reckless impulse that somehow made even more of a chaotic mess of things.

"Well, it worked didn't it?" It was the wrong thing to say, and yet he forged on as if his temper had set his mouth on autopilot. "You're still alive -- that's what matters!"

She stared at him as if he'd sprouted a second head. "How can you say that? After everything I told you about what he did when I--he... how can you think giving that monster an inch of control is a good idea?"

[shidoukanae]

I would like to make an addendum to this piece with the new chapter out and say that I was wrong about Phillip, he's great, 10/10 he went from being a giant red flag of a character to being genuinely relatable and man do i feel bad about side-eyeing him for that line he said last chapter

Also this chapter finally wrapped up another plot thread I was waiting for it to return to and waaaaaah seeing someone else's POV on Helene is so nice (and we finally got another flashback of OG Helene for like,, the first time in literally forever). Helene being called out as a lonely person who hides her kind feelings behind a cold expression...man suddenly my fondness for Helene is increasing thousandfold

Like literally how the fuck does this manga keep making Helene better and better there's literally nothing disappointing about her character and im STILL shook about it

[stoppostingforeverandever]

WHERY ^^^ HOW DO YOU NEVER GOD DAMN MISSS???? IT SEEMS STATISTICALLY UNLIKELY YET SOMEHOW IT’S TRUE!?!?!?!!!!

Hhehehehe i also reallly like this guy ^^^

Water is Thicker Than Blood Chapter 35

Sorry, Mags, you will find little to no solace in Ace. He will gaslight you.

{Start} {Prev Next (coming soon)}

Sorry if this looks a little rushed or anything, in the middle of coloring it I got a massive burn on my drawing hand so i was in fact rushing.

this is one of my fav chapters so far, I think yall will really like it :) you guys really like the ace/luffy shenanigans :D

[pallases]

urghdjf i need an interest to just absolutely throw myself into

[reitziluz]

devastating realization that i put in sort of a ref to karamatsu/chibita in the chapter COMPLETELY WITHOUT MEANING TO

the original had a silly (and clumsy) ososan ref in it. i scrubbed it out, just left in a mention of an oden cart. then my tree facts created a completely separate ref. im. what

how did it take me until i had posted the damn thing to register that yes, the tree is called karamatsu. i wrote that name down!! how in the hell --

[strawberrywinter4]

I'm writing at the moment, drinking coffee to stay the fuck up and a movie is playing in the background. Problem is, I'm getting too distracted by said movie and I'm doing more watching than writing.

[teecupangel]

Author’s note (a bit of a rant because I need to get this off my chest, holy shit, what the fuck):

Sorry, guys. I know I’m late but things have been hectic as hell for the past week. In a nutshell, I got hit by a truck and woke up in some weird place where people keep calling me the chosen one to save the world from this demon king hellbent on taking over the world.

So yeah… I’ve apparently been isekai’ed by the goddamn truck-kun. I think it was shipping rice grains or something which is weird af since it’s not yet harvesting month but that’s beside the point.

Anyway, this cute girl who is apparently the daughter of the king that summoned me became my guide and gave me a tour of the castle and told me everything I need to know about this world (I’m gonna skip all that part because, my god, it sounds like they just copy-pasted the most popular isekai light novels published, I’m soooo embarrassed being the chosen one of this world, ngl, also I still haven't found my OP skill yet unless being able to predict the plot is supposed to be it which, if it is, fuck you isekai gods, give me something else!) and she’s really cute and sweet and I’m thinking “oh, I’m in a harem isekai” and I’m like… totally okay with that but Imma wait for the pink-haired girl and pray to the isekai gods that she’s not a tsundere.

Then I met him.

Holy shit.

Blond hair. Green eyes. Clad in white and with a face that just screamed ‘male love interest’ written all over him.

And he’s the illegitimate son of the king so he has a chip on his shoulder with that prince charming smile and politeness that just screams “SUS! ABSOLUTELY SUS!” no matter how much I look at it.

And I’m like… he’s gonna be my rival, right? Or something?

Then there was a banquet to celebrate my summoning and, for a kingdom that’s supposed to be in hot waters because of a demon army or something, all these rich folks- oh, sorry, these nobles seemed to be doing well and looking fine.

And the dress they gave me? Absolutely gorgeous. I would describe it but you guys know I suck at describing clothes and shit.

You might be thinking, oh shit, oh shit, this is sounding familiar, and you would be right, my dear readers (or whoever else is still reading this rant or summary or whatever this is meant to be called). I have made a mistake…

And that was drilled into my brain when he arrived.

The Arch Duke of the North, known as the Bloodthirsty Monster of the Northern Winter.

Black hair.

Red eyes.

Clad in black and gold…

With a really ornate obviously OP sword on his side.

It is as you and I have feared.

I am not in a harem isekai story.

I am in an isekai story with two male love interest.

Oh god.

They called me the chosen one but I hear the other name for me.

Saintess.

And, of course, the real love interest has to be the dark haired dude, right? This is how these stories go.

And I was right because the night after the party? I got kidnapped.

Yup.

And these masked dudes all want me to awaken this supposed weapon of mass destruction or something and I’m like… yeah, okay, because I was planning on using it to take them down.

This world might have messed up my moral compass or something, who knows.

Anyway, turns out this weapon of mass destruction is my laptop! I don’t know how it got to this world and I don’t know why it has wifi and the battery is the infinity sign right now but I have access to my dropbox and I’m still logged in to my AO3 account so the August Birthday MegaPosting Bash (I still don’t remember what I call it) is STILL ON!

So I hope you enjoy this new chapter and, yes, the next chapter will be up on Aug 28 as I promise. Not even this goddamn war that smells of absolute bullshit will keep me from writing and posting!

Edit: I’ve been getting comments asking if I’m okay and stuff so I’m adding this now. Yes, I’m okay. I was saved by this white-haired mage dude who told me that the power of the saintess inside me is slowly killing me. He probably thinks I’ve, like, reached nirvana or whatever with how I took the news but this world has been very predictable for a while now so I’m sure there’s gonna be some cure or another. Maybe with the main ml which I think is the black-haired arch duke or whatever he was. I’m gonna write it here now: If that duke turns out to be half-demon or the actual demon king, I called it right here!

Edit-edit: Holy shit. Oh my god. Oh dear god. The duke has an Assassin squad who saved me from this pretty weirdass mage and one of them has dark curly hair and gold eyes. Oh no. Oh no, oh no. Fuck. Send help.

Isekai where a fanfic writer is determined to get back to their normal world in time to post their next update on schedule