#no his name is Umbra because i said so

[nightsky-eclipse]

Rendering random stuff

[ghelullu]

Okay so Frankfurt skeletour ritual!!

I probably forgot a lot, because it WAS a lot. Tldr: fucking amazing. They're all so good. The long version is under the cut

The bass was on 90000, felt in your entire body

No Swiss (and no, papa didn't mention it at all)

Peacefieeeeeeeeeld 😭😭😭😭🤌🏽 it's SO so so so good live with the added synths

papa sounds absolutely fucking amazing

During spirit he lasciviously rubbed up his thigh while looking me into the eye and I perished

We got Faith again (instead of Pinnacle) and he said Dummkopf

He got rid of the teleprompter, which makes total sense - he wasn't looking at it ever because he's way too busy interacting with his crowd (aka killing us)

Majesty got replaced this time by CMLS (Swiss vocals were missed a lot here)

Germans were germanly clapping and he channeled his inner Terzo and gave me a tiny stamp of approval for clapping correctly (years of playing jazz on the saxophone finally paid off, my teacher would be so proud)

He thanked us for our patience after the post cmls change, very polite man

Rain is an excellent bass player and he's getting more and more sassy

At one point papa ran behind the stage and seemed to stumble over the drum stage thingy step, bless him

He wanted us to not be gentle but rough with him despite being new again, slut

No jacket for TFIAL, only the silky shirt, I died again

The mitre with the wings seemed more stable, I guess they fixed it to the mask or something

Holding eye contact with him when he bends over with the red light in his face during a Hell Satan is FINE

The backdrop Deflation worked mostly fine this time, only a bit got stuck on the edge. No close calls for any ghoulettes

Speaking of ghoulettes: at one point aurora and the new one joined dew at his side of the stage and it was very cute

Dew was hobbling around with his big boot, poor guy, but he did well!! Got a big shout out from papa before squammer

He also didn't seem to lose his pants as much, but jesus christ are they tailored to the crotch (not a complaint)

When umbra started no one visibly knew the song but me in the area and he looked into my eyes and, while starting singing, fixed his collar and I died yet again (if you know the song already, then you understand even more why)

With no Swiss there, new ghoulette was playing the cowbell

The guitar/keyboard bit in umbra is so incredibly sexy

He fucking ciriced Jesus (a cosplayer in a jesus costume, not their stage manager) at least it looked like that from where I was standing, please correct me if you were near there and I'm wrong. Also the sparkly mask is SO sparkly

Mummy dust. He did the Copia butt grab thing and stuck his tongue out (slut), choked himself with the ascot (slut) and for the thrusting bit put a leg on a box and went low for some very biblical hip movement (slut)

The mummy dust amount and coverage was... Not very good, mightve been bc of the odd shape of the venue (I think they usually have more cannons)

Bouncy papa in KTGG. Also his shirt rode all the way up, full stomach.

Made a not bad face at our singing participation esp during dathoml but we did fail the ch ch ch but badly, tbf

He seemed less smiley than in Manchester and what others described during the last few rituals. Not sure if that's bc of the ✨things✨ or because he's trying to keep himself from grinning the whole time (sometimes he squeezes his lips together in a way that looks like he's doing that), was more smiley during the encore though

He mentioned ghost. Like. As the name of the band. On stage??? I was shook bc I've never heard him do that in character!!?

For the anon who asked if cirrus does her sexy solo thing in monstrance clock: yes she does, everyone bow to the queen

After monstrance clock the Germans germaned again and shouted zugabe, zugabe, Which he pretended not to understand upon returning to the stage

"Do you think we are cheesy? Do you like cheese(y)?? (loud German cheer because we do love cheese) Then we are the right band for you, I give you Käse!!!"

Papa also said that he doesn't know much German, only a little bit "ungefähr" he always knows the most random words

Bouncy papa for Dance Macabre again. No wobble wobble though, sad.

Papa and phantom twirl!!!! Also papa twirling at the front of the stage and the behind the stage walking area

Squammer rocks always

Phantom is an absolutely amazing guitar player, it can't be said enough, and he's also becoming more and more of an entertainer too

One of rains picks bounced off my forehead and someone picked it up and kept it :((( (I didn't see it incoming bc of dude in front of me and his hat)

Other notes

Security was good (at least what I saw), especially ghosts own security crew is excellent, very fun and friendly, handing out water, joking around with fans, a+++ guys

The vip items are an insult there's no other words for this lmao

The org for leaving the venue was bad with a stream of people walking to their jackets crossing the stream of people leaving, it took forever

I had an amazing spot in the 3rd/4th row and everytime you make eye contact with Papa you die, it's like a superpower of his

Eye contact with the ghouls is extremely cool due to their mask making their eyes only barely visible

If you are wearing a big hat to a concert and don't take it off during the concert you're a fucking asshole and deserve to be punched in your face 5 times

The whole stage setup is still so cool. As far as I could tell the THE spotlight situation got mostly solved, at least I didn't encounter it (if you know you know). The lights from the big grucifix lighting rig are incredibly bright if they hit you in the face though, like I was so close to putting on my sunglasses at one point 😂but they're never on like this for long!

Edit: added thoughts that I forgot previously

He didn't miss the start of dathoml this time

Still doesn't know lyrics to faith and many other songs (I say lovingly, bc same)

They soundchecked nocturnal me (I didn't hear much and only realised it was that after someone posted this) and if they play this and I don't get any recordings of that I will die (according to twitter they also soundchecked depth of Satan's eyes!)

Phantom mvp, again.

Germans germaning vs the poor ghoulbangers lady; most of us FLEE when there's an interview person, but luckily there's always a Rampensau (affectionate) ready to save the rest of us

His vocals are so good, god.

Papa is really going through it during satanized, protecting his head and crouching down suffering on the stairs during the guitar solp

Peeeaaacefieeeeld

[sunflower567]

Callsign: Umbra

Chapter 1: The Recommendation

word count: 2361

Edited: ✅

“What are you calling this task force,” Kate Laswell asked.

“1-4-1,” Captain John Price said.

“Can you trust these three,” Laswell asked, looking down at the three files Price selected.

“Well, you know Kyle, so you know his work ethic. But Soap and Ghost. Those two men have saved my life more times than I can count and vice versa. True soldiers through and through. If there’s anyone I can trust with my life, it would be these three.”

“Hmm,” Laswell said with a nod as she looked down at the envelope beside her. Following her eyes, Price looked down and raised an eyebrow, “What’s that?”

“Well,” Laswell said as she reached down and grabbed a similar envelope that she had given Price, “When Shepherd asked me to get these files for you, I had a faint idea of what you were planning. So, I decided to give you a recommendation myself.”

Sliding over a vanilla envelope, John grabbed it and looked at the picture of a young black woman with her name on the front.

“Sergeant Imani K. Barnes,” Price said as he opened her file.

“Callsign Umbra,” Laswell added.

“Why Umbra?”

“Classified,” she repeated Price’s words, getting a little chuckle out of him, “Kidding. I’m sure she’d tell you if you ask.”

“Hmm. A young one,” Price noted, “Currently 23 years old, she was born on September 6, 1996, and raised in Washington D.C.”

“Joined the Marines when she was 18 and graduated at the top of her class. She later graduated with degrees in international relations and political science as a dual major,” Laswell said, “Kyle reminds me of her. A kid with a good head on their shoulders.”

“Hmm,” Price hummed in agreement as he skimmed the file again, “How do you know about her?”

“Her father is a four star general General in the Marines. And her mother is the Chief Operating Officer in the Helping Hand Organization,” Laswell said.

“What’s that?”

“A humanitarian non-profit that works to put an end to human and drug trafficking around the globe. She’s responsible for some of the biggest bust in some countries' histories and has worked closely with domestic and international agencies.”

“So you know her mother,” Price asked as he pointed out not only the connection but the change in tone from the CIA agent.

“Yeah, her mother and I go way back,” Kate said, recalling when she and Alicia met in college, “I’ve known her all her life. I’m even her godmother.”

“Does her mother or her father know that you’re recommending her? Because this could look a little-”

“I know this does look like bias John. But I wouldn’t have recommended her if I didn’t believe she would be a valuable asset to the team. I compiled all her past missions and teams she’s worked with. Call her former CO, and he’ll tell you all about her. If you want to tie up loose ends like you say, Imani can help you with that.”

“Alright then. Tell me. Has there been any big missions she’s been a part of?”

“Have you heard of that raid in Siberia? The one that took place in a covert nuclear plant,” Laswell asked.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“That was her,” Laswell leaned back with a smile.

“Oh fuck off,” Price laughed, “Are you taking a piss?”

“No, I am not,” Laswell chuckled at the British slang, “That mission and others are detailed right in that file.”

“And her parents? Do they know you're recommending her for this?” “No. I thought it would be best if Alicia and Jefferson didn’t know.”

“What? She’s their little girl or somthin,” John joked.

“Actually, yeah, she’s the youngest out of seven kids. She has five older brothers and a sister,” Laswell said, making Price mumble a damn under his breath.

“Are her siblings military, too,” John asked.

“All but two serving in different branches. Her older brother Malik works for homeland security, and her sister Iris is a doctor at Inova Fairfax Hospital in D.C..”

“Hmm,” Price hummed as he skimmed her file again, “Where is she now?”

“Solunaire,” Laswell said, “She was deployed there not too long ago. Filling in for another squad.”

“Solunaire,” Price repeated to think, “Bit of a hotspot to be in, I’ve heard.”

“That’s right,” Laswell confirmed, “Since the Civil War ended in the U.S. interest, they deployed more troops to protect some of the settlers and allies from any extremist groups still in the area.”

“And you say she’s filling in? How come she doesn’t have her own,” Price asked.

“That's the reason why I recommended her. Based on her skills, they like to juggle her around to help out where it’s needed.”

“What are her skills?”

“Close-Combat Martial Arts and Survival and Tracking, to name a few,” Laswell said.

“A few,” Price repeated in question as he looked up at her.

“Check the last page,” Laswell smirked. Following her suggestion, Price flipped to the last page and saw a picture.

“Bloody hell. Is that what I think it is,” Price said as he showed her the picture.

“Yup,” Laswell said softly with a smile to match, “She found it during that mission in Siberia. Raised it, and has been a great asset to her ever since.”

“How in the bloody hell did she managed to get her hands on this,” Price asked.

“That’s a story she should tell,” Laswell said, “But what I can tell you is this. Alpha is one hell of a K9 and an asset to her and any team she works with.”

“Holy hell Laswell,” Price chuckled as he leaned back in his seat, “Gave me a lot to think about here.”

“I know. But at the end of the day John, this is your team. I won’t pressure or try to persuade you to let Imani join you. I just wanted to let you know about someone who can help tie up loose ends,” Laswell replied as she stood up from her chair, “But let me know what you think about her.”

“I will,” Price said as he looked up at her.

“Alright then,” Laswell said with a small smile, “I’ll be in touch.”

“Understood,” Price said as he gave Kate a firm nod. And with that, Laswell left John alone with her goddaughter’s file.

One Week Later: In the desert of Solunaire

It was close to midnight that night. In one of many arid planes and deserts that littered the country was an M1152 Humvee patrolling the vast openness.

“This command calling for Hazard 2-7, how copy?”

“This is Hazard 2-7, send traffic.”

“We’ve been waiting for a sitrep from you 2-7. What’s the holdup,” a new voice calls out.

“Apologies sir, but we’ve been focusing on our surroundings-”

“I can give a rat’s ass what you are doing. When I ask for you to do something sergeant you do it.”

“Yes sir,” the Sergeant said as respectfully as he could as command ended their communication.

“With all due respect sir, why is Captain Davis such a prick,” one of the Sergeants' soldiers asked.

Looking back into the little hole that separated him and the others, he saw eight out of his now ten-person squad. All were geared up, and some were clutching their rifles like it was their lifeline. Because even though the civil war ended, they were in a dangerous area.

“That is a question I would love to have the answer to Private,” he chuckled.

“For the last couple of weeks, he’s had a stick up his ass,” another soldier noted.

“More like a cinder block,” another mumbled, causing the others to chuckle.

“But seriously sir, what’s the deal with this? Patrolling is one thing, but having us patrol an area that we’re still struggling to get a hold of is reckless,” the second in command of their squad noted, causing all laughter to stop.

“Trust me, I know. So believe me when I say this. I'll be talking to the higher-ups about this when we get back to base,” the Sergeant said. That statement at least settled his team. Looking down on the ground, he saw the squad’s unique addition lying down at everyone’s feet. Ears down to show that he wasn’t alert.

Looking next to him, he looked at the beast’s handler and their other addition. Closing the window to give them some privacy, the Sergeant cleared his throat as he focused his eyes back on the dirt road, “Hey Barnes.”

Looking away from the window, Imani Barnes stared at the squad leader with a raised eyebrow, “Yes sir?”

“Please. We’re the same rank, no need for the sir.”

“Alright then Anderson,” Imani smirked, saying the Sergeants last name.

“What the do you think we’re doing out here?”

“Who knows,” Imani answered as she looked back at the window.

“I think you do,” Anderson replied, giving Imani a quick glance, “I may be a guy, but I’m not too oblivious I think. I’ve seen how Davis acts around you. And I know for damn sure this little patrol wasn’t because it was necessary. It’s more like-”

“A punishment,” Imani finished.

“Yeah,” Anderson said as he looked back to the road ahead, “Listen Barnes, I know we haven't known each other for long but, if you need help or anything, I’m here. I don’t know what is going on between you and Captain Davis, but if it’s what I think it is I’m here. I got a daughter at home, and if I knew what he could be doing to you happened to her, I’d light that bastard on fire.”

That got a chuckle out of Imani and a smile out of Anderson. But before Imani could say thanks or anything, an IED that was hidden underneath the dirt detonated right when they traveled over it. The next three minutes were a blur for the soldiers. There was screaming, yelling, and some gunfire on their end to push away whoever was attacking them. But then came the gas, and one by one they all fell unconscious. Even the big bad Alpha wasn’t immune to it. And after not checking in for over two hours and missing four check ins, the Hazard squad was discovered unconscious and injured. But worst of all, Sergeant Imani Barnes and her K9 Alpha were both missing.

A Few Hours Later: Elsewhere

After meeting Laswell, Captain John Price was called to D.C. to meet with Shepherd to discuss the final arrangements to establish the task force. Now he, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz were all resting in Joint Base Andrews in Maryland.

As he sat in his temporary office, Price looked at the mess of papers that scattered on his desk. “Hmm,” Price hummed with his cup of tea in hand.

It’s been a week since Kate gave him Imani’s file to review to see if she would fit the task force well. Like Kate said, she has training in Close-Combat Martial Artist and Survival and Tracking. And with her college experience, she excels in linguistics and cultural understanding. Her skills made her a perfect fit for the Marine Security Operations Command. Having her on the team would greatly benefit them.

Price had been in contact with her fellow marines she’d worked with and some of her former COs. Every single one of them had the same thing to say.

The most common words used to describe her was kind, thoughtful, courageous, and a jokester at times. But also reckless and wildcard.

But overall, she’s a pleasure to have and a good friend to those she meets. And according to her fellow recruits, a terrible enemy to make.

Then there’s her ‘K9’, named Alpha. How she managed to get her hands on it was still a mystery as that information seems to be redacted. But he could see that it had something to do with the raid in Siberia.

He knew if she joined 141, she’d be a great asset to the team as well as Alpha. But still, the fact she has a personal relationship to Laswell and it was her that recommended her still made him feel iffy. But Laswell never steered him wrong. Never once.

“Maybe I should give her a test run,” Price mumbled as he leaned back in his chair.

A knock on the door interrupted Price’s train of thought however.

“Come in!” Then, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap all walked in, Ghost closing and leaning against the door while the other two came up to Price’s desk.

“What’s wrong,” Price asked as he leaned forward in his chair.

“Laswell is on the line for you,” Gaz said.

“And that required all of you to come here,” Price said with a raised eyebrow as he reached for his office phone.

“It sounded urgent,” Soap said, “So just in case, we’re all here to receive your orders as soon as possible.”

“Hmm,” Price hummed as he picked up the phone, “Kate, I was just about to call-”

“I need your help your help John,” Kate interrupted.

“What’s wrong,” Price said as he sat in his chair, her tone catching him off guard.

“Imani’s been captured,” Laswell exclaimed. At the mention of that name, Price’s eyes widened as he sat up in his chair.

“How? When?”

“Last night,” Laswell answered, “Her and her squad were ambushed out in the Solunaire desert. All they found was a destroyed humvee, and nine unconscious marines.”

“With Imani and Alpha nowhere to be seen,” Price finished.

“Yes. There’s been reports of extremists in that area so we believe it was a local group that took them.”

“And who knows the kind of damage they could do with that K9 of hers.”

“Exactly. Listen, I would have ordered for anyone else to go after her, but something about this doens’t feel right. You’re the only one I can trust with this.”

“Don’t worry Kate. We’re on our way,” John said. Price hung up the phone and stood up from his chair without anything else. “Ghost, get a heli ready in thirty. I want all of you to get your asses ready by then.”

“Where’re we going, sir,” Gaz asked.

“Solunaire,” Price answered.

Next: Chapter 2

Arthur’s Note:

Just thought to add this for some context. I just wanted to add the characters age as of MW 2019 since I felt they are a bit important or some fun facts to add. I thought I added on here before I had the post queued but it disappeared. Kind of a bummer but whatever! Thanks for reading the first chapter!

Ages as of 2019

Imani ‘Umbra’ Barnes: 23

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick: 23 (Cannon)

John ‘Soap’ McTavish: 23 (Cannon)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley: 29 (Educated guess plus based on some little research I did)

John Price: 34 (Cannon)

[cosmic-nyx-fanwork]

New post >:) after literally one month but shhh

This is one of my other OCs from that AU I mentioned in the other post, he is Vex and he’s friends with Umbra and Midnight, they’re like a trio (although sometimes Vex feels like he’s third wheeling more than anything-) and he’s also the mechanic (all the humans got replaced by robots because Fazbear never learns-) so he’s often working in Parts and Services or whatever it’s called, my memory is crappy right now ;-;

(Edit: why tf did I call Vex’s coat a cape??)

Btw I made more drawings with him and a few other characters, because I love him so much 💜 (platonic)

Here I was messing with a brush and some effects, I don’t think I will ever rend my drawings like this ever again but it’s nice I guess.

This is another ship in my AU, yes there’s more ships and I regret nothing >:3 I’ll give you an hint of who this other silly could be, it starts with E and ends with clipse :>

Also Vex gets flustered very easily and it doesn’t help that Eclipse is a menace and flirts with him a lot-

Well then, onto the next drawing U.U

Alright, first thing first, this is what I meant when I said he felt like he was third wheeling a lot, they literally start doing this stuff every time the three of them hang out.

Second thing, this was made mostly to experiment with lighting and drawing things that were a bit in the dark (I don’t know if I did fine for it so feel free to tell me if I should improve on something)

And for those who don’t know, I got inspired by another image for this drawing/meme so here’s the original (also I don’t know who made this since I found it on Pinterest so if you know please tell me and I will add their name and social here for those who are interested)

As you can see the dialogue here is a bit different from what I wrote because I wanted it to match with Vex’s character

Now…onto the last drawing :P

Very simple drawing with a little practice at drawing movements (which failed horribly) and a fun fact, Vex was in fact Nexus redesign, before I decided to quit the fandom and turn it into his own character since I didn’t want to waste it, also the tiny blue haired character is me :D

That’s it, if you couldn’t tell I really LOVE Vex and this AU in general, it’s making me want to yap even more about it, but I won’t say anything else for now, even if I REALLY want to keep yapping about it thanks to my autism, but all you’re going to know is that these characters are from the same AU and that there’s more…and it’s going to be turned into a comic, yes you heard that correctly, I didn’t have the motivation to do anything for months and yet the moment I start working on this AU it comes back on full force, yay I guess :’)

I’m still not sure about the name for the AU but for now it’s going to be “Mechanical Madness” and the tag will be something like #DCAmechanicalmadness

And no there’s no Y/N in this story, not even Neptune is here, so sorry for those who wanted a self insert story but this is one of the few AUs that doesn’t have that qwq

That’s all (now for real) thank you for reading all this yapping about my AU and I’ll see you soon with the comic, which I don’t know how long it’ll take but I’ll try to get it out soon and if you have questions I’m reopening the asks, yay! :D just don’t abuse it for self promotion or to beg for money (you know who you are).

Have a nice day/night ^^☀️🌙💜

[imbadatwrighting]

Sneaky Cat

Requested

I was going to write this as a songfic but changed my mind last minute so it took a little longer than expected. Anyways to the person who asked for this I had to smush some things together I hope that’s alright and the smut lowkey ain’t dat great. Also just started watch future man…do what you want with that information

Pairing: Selina Kyle x Male reader

Tags: NSFW 18+ at the end, sex with plot? (Idk I’ve never read a post with that), Wayne!reader, adopted!reader, sweet!reader, fluff, smut, Bruce and reader having tension, no use of Y/n, 2nd pov, soft dom!reader, brother issues, lowkey rushed to the sex half way through, oral (reader giving), unprotected sex, cream pie, missionary , prolly a lot of spelling errors

“Selina! Have you seen my tie?” Your voice boomed across the whole second floor of the house unintentionally.

“This tie?” your girlfriend of two years asked, holding up a gold tie. She leaned against the door frame staring at you with her classic cat eyes.

A smile plastered on your face, walking towards her. “This is why I love you,” you grinned, reaching down to plant a kiss on her lips and grab the tie.

You could feel the smirk she made through the kiss before breaking it off. “No other reasons?” she asked, a devious smile on her face.

You walked back to your mirror, staring at her through it while you put your tie on. “Not any I can remember I’m afraid.”

She swayed closer to you, wrapping her hands around your waist and maneuvering her head to be beside your shoulder. “That’s too bad. Here I was thinking you loved me for my brilliant ideas,” she pouted before hiding her mouth with your shoulder so you couldn’t see her smile.

A small groan left your lips as you ran your hands through your hair. “I wouldn’t say making me go to this gala was a good idea.”

“You own the most stocks and are a co-owner of Wayne Enterprises, I’m afraid you have to go.”

You turned around to face her, slowly wrapping your arms around her waist. Her hands moved up to your chest, smoothing out a wrinkle. “You only want me to go so you can steal valuables from the guests, my dearest.”

Selina huffed before turning away towards the door. Her hips swayed as she walked away. “Let’s not leave Alfred waiting much longer mi amor,” she grinned.

You stood still for a moment, unsure of what you heard was right. You ran towards Selina, observing her eyes for any sense of sarcasm or lying.

“Do not tell me Bruce will be there too,” you spoke slowly, walking down the steps of your mansion with Selina. The sounds of heeled shoes hitting marble, echoed in the area.

“If I remember correctly, your parents gave Wayne Enterprises to both you and Bruce and he still plays apart in it,” she replied hastily, not caring enough to make eye contact.

“When he’s not playing good guy in his bat costume, sure, but all he cares about is fighting crime over and over again, he cares little about what happens to Wayne Enterprises or even me!”

“If I remember correctly you fight crime too.” Selina walked faster, reaching the first floor before you, grabbing a necklace on the marble counter.

She stared at the black diamonds shinning under the light, eventually moving her hand with the necklace towards you, gesturing you to put it on her.

You sighed, grabbing the necklace. “When I was with his all I did was stare at the computers in his little cave.”

“You still do,” Selina hummed.

“That different,” you grumbled. “When I was working with him, no one even knew my name or I was a vigilante at all. You had no idea who Umbra Mortis was after I told you. Or that I was his brother.”

“I do now. People know who Umbra Mortis is now.” Selina turned to face your towering figure after felling the necklace be latched on.

“They still don’t know I’m his brother. He refuses to tell people I’m his brother because I was adopted.”

“That’s not true,” Selina said, following you out the door.

“How’d you know? You ask him?” You smirked.

“Maybe,” Selina replied, before grabbing you arm, only being a couple feet away from the limo containing your brother and his butler. “Listen be nice to him and you might even get a special treat,” she grinned, pulling you down into a kiss.

It felt longer that it was but you savored every second of it. You observed the taste of cherries that presented itself onto your tongue.

You hummed as she broke away from the the kiss slowly. You wished you didn’t have to go to the gala, instead staying home with Selina watching her favorite movie in bed.

You opened the door of the limo, letting Selina get in before you while you held the door. You could hear pleasantries given from where you stood as you desperately wished you would have to get in the limo with you older brother.

You could feel your brothers gaze on you as you entered the limo.

“Greeting Master Wayne,” Alfred nodded, quickly driving off. You smiled at the man, he always had called you by your last name since you could remember. It wasn’t that you weren’t close to him, he just wanted to always show his upmost respect towards you.

“Brother,” Bruce greeted. It didn’t seem like the type of greeting you would give your brother, more like a greeting to a stranger.

A curt nod was given to Bruce as you intertwined your hand with Selina’s soft hands. Your fingers played with her rings that she stole from multiple museums.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” Bruce brought up, eyes still trained on your figure. Your eyes broke away from Selina’s perfect figure.

“Whose fault was that?” you murmured, rolling your eyes. Selina’s heeled foot quickly hit your leg in annoyance. Your eyes quickly looked over to your girlfriend before moving back to look at Bruce.

Bruce paid no mind to your comment. “I see,” he commented, not saying anything else.

A wave of awkwardness took over the limo as the two brothers or interact with each other, or at least one of them did.

“Talk to him, querido,” Selina whispered in your ear, running her nails down your suit.

You rolled your eyes not looking at your girlfriend. “What are you doing here Bruce?” you say bluntly, being forced to say something.

“I’m going to a gala, brother. It’s good for my image.”

“Alfred making you go?”

“It seems you know me too well brother.”

You hummed. “Well, after having to be around you, most of my life, it seems I have to. If not, I might have become a worse brother than you.”

Selena scoff at you as Bruce squinted his eyes. “I gave you no reason to say I am a bad brother.”

An irked expression fell on your face as you glared lightly at your brother. “You have multiple recent to being a bad brother! You left me on a mountain by myself, at fifteen!”

An annoyed expression fell on Bruce’s face. “How many times do I have to tell you it was an accident, I thought you already left,” he said, fingers massaging his temple.

“How am I supposed to believe that when just an hour before you were screaming at me and wishing I wasn’t in your life,” you glared, feeling Selena’s hands down your back and comfort and also as a warning.

“Boys, enough of this, we’re already at this gala so pretend you like each other,” Selina smirked, an obvious fake smile before elegantly getting out of the limo.

You spared Bruce no mind as you got out after your girlfriend, you hand finding the perfect resting spot on her waist.

“Just talking to me and a couple guests won’t get anything you’re hoping for tonight,” she whispered, slowly pushing your arms off her waist, a smile still on her face. “Talk to Bruce or you’re getting nothing tonight.”

With that same grinning smile she walked off, most likely towards the bar full of drunk old fish man with pockets full of money.

With a sigh you slowed your walking, letting Bruce catch up to you. “My apologies for my inappropriate acts Bruce.”

“Don’t act like that,” he said, talking in a whisper, occasionally nodding his head at a couple men and woman.

“Act like what?” you ask.

“Like we’re not brothers. You haven’t talked to me like a brother since you were fifteen.”

“You throw me in the side Bruce, you always have. I had no reason to treat you like a brother when you were too busy to acknowledge me.”

Bruce looks at you with an unreadable expression on his face before taking a deep breath.

You went to scoff before he spoke up. “I’m sorry,” he said is a hushed voice. It almost made you stop in your tracks. Not once has your brother ever apologized to you. Not when he pushed you down the stairs, or when he played a mean April fools day prank on you.

You stayed silent for a minute smiling when contractors and other business partners walked by.

You didn’t care about them at the moment, your first thought was on your brother. Then of course Selina forty feet away at the bar.

“I’m sorry as well… brother,” you spoke, slowly walking away from Bruce towards Selina.

“I talked to him and even said sorry,” you smile, hand going up to her shoulders.

She turned around staring up into your eyes. “Considering Bruce looks like a kicked puppy I would say you did it like you were supposed to.”

You frowned at her words. “Listen it’s the best you’re going to get out of me tonight, now can we just go home?”

Selina digs a gold watch out of her purse, looking at the time. “We’ve been here for no more than ten minutes so unfortunately not mi amor.”

“You’re just being mean at this point,” you groan walking to wherever Selina sways to.

“At least an hour then we can leave,” she smirks pulling you to the dance floor. “For now, we dance.” She puts one arm around your neck and the other into your hand and she waltz’s to the relaxing music.

Your eyes met her sparkling black ones as waves of emotion overflowed your body. She made you fall in love with her every day.

“I can’t stay here Selina,” you growled in her ear.

She paid no mind to you as she twirled and danced. She was enjoying this and you both knew it.

“Selina,” you growled once again. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait. I’m not going home because you’re horny.”

Your hand traveled down her waist, lightly grazing her ass. Her subtly eyed you, eyes narrowing down. “Relax my love, no one is watching,” you whispered, softly biting her ear as you leaned down.

You could feel Selina get hotter as you continued to dance on the dance floor. Your thoughts were not on Bruce nor anyone else but Selina. You didn’t care about anything except Selina.

“You’re playing a dirty game baby,” Selina murmured in your ear, hands gripping your body.

“I wouldn’t have to if we left.”

Selina stayed silent once more, like she was contemplating the answer she would choose. “…fine,” she murmured.

A grin fell on your face before you dragged her out of the gala, you opened the door of a rentable limo. You didn’t have to say any words to the man. Almost everyone in Gotham knew where you lived. It was hard to miss it.

Selina sat down close to you, kissing your neck. You exhaled a breath, holding her waist. “If you keep it up, I’m going to get a boner before we get home,” you groan.

She seemed to only hum and that, keeping up with the original pace.

The drive home seemed longer than anything before. It felt like the limo driver was going slower on purpose. Selina didn’t let it stop her as she spread hickeys all over your neck.

The white limo stopped at the entrance to your mansion. Selina and you quickly rushed out, leaving behind cash for the driver. Poor man must have been a little traumatized.

You pushed Selina through the door into your room. Her hot breath could be felt on your face.

You unzipped her black dress before she reach for her necklace. “No,” you breathed out. “Keep it on.”

You could feel her lightly moan against your neck as you removed your tie and shirt.

You hoisted Selina up before gently throwing her on the bed.

“Fuck,” you moaned out. Crawling on the bed to be face to face with your girlfriend. “You’re so hot baby.”

Her hands reached up to your neck, pulling you down into her. The kiss was sloppy; full of lust. Her legs wrapped around your unclothed waist.

You head traveled down kisses her neck towards her tits. She grabbed onto your hair as you left a trail of kisses to her clit.

Your hot breath only made her wetter. You licked her clit slowly before making eye contact with her. She let out a breathy moan as you stared her down. Your mouth latched onto her clit sucking and licking like a mad man.

“Fuck,” she moaned, gripping your hair harder. You let out a quick sound before resuming your task.

“God I love your pussy,” you rasped, sticking two fingers into her drenched hole. Her shaky legs wrapped around your head.

Your fingers thrusted in and out of her as your teeth lightly grazed her clit. She could feel her orgasm already coming. “Baby,” she groaned, quickly tapping your head. You removed your mouth from her wet clit as you looked up at her.

“I need it in me,” she whispered, almost like she was embarrassed. She could hear you undoing your zipper as soon as the words came out of her mouth.

Her legs released you from her grip as she pulled you up to be face to face with her. She could feel your hard cock rubbing against her clit. A soft moan came out of her as her arms wrapped around your neck.

“I’ve wanted you all day, baby,” you groan, lips attacking her own as you slowly entered her wet pussy.

“I know,” she smirked out before moaning loudly as you thrusted in and out of her. “God, I forgot how big you were.”

Your arm traveled down to her waist giving you a better angle to thrust into her. “You’re so tight, honey,” you breath out, hair falling down on your eyes.

Nails grazed down your back as you thrusted harder into your girlfriend. Her girlfriend arched your back letting out a whimper. “I’m close baby,” she whimpered feeling her orgasm about to come.

“Just a little more. You can hold out baby,” you grunted, pounding into her at an inhuman pace. Your cock overwhelming her senses.

Her legs shook as her head turned to the side, giving you a better view of her neck. “I’m close, I’m so fucking close,” she panted.

Your hand gripped her waist tighter, feeling her slowly get tighter. “Let go baby,” you muttered, feeling your release about to come.

A high pitched moan left your girlfriend as her pussy tightened around you and legs vibrated rapidly. You gave a few more quick thrusts before coming inside her.

Your moved you hand to move your girlfriend face towards you. Her fucked out eyes looked at you as she panted hard.

You slowly pulled out of her before kissing the top of her head. “I love you,” you sighed, getting up to clean her up.

“Bath or no bath?” you asked, grabbing a hand towel from the bathroom.

“No bath,” she grinned weakly, pulling you towards her. “Just want you.”

“You got me baby,” you smirked, handing her one of your comfy shirts after cleaning her up the best you could.

She slipped on your shirt, it draped over her figure as she huddled towards your figure getting in bed.

You looked at the shirt, too big for your girlfriend. “God just looking at you turns me on.” You kissed your smiling girlfriend.

“You’re handling that issue yourself.”

You smiled harder at her. You didn’t care about Bruce in the moment or fighting crime, just caring about marrying the girl laying next to you.

[hellyeahfanthings]

I've been thinking about how could Eva and Sparda have met having into account the little things we know, like Sparda arrived and saved the human world 2000 years ago, he was a Fortuna lord and, sometime, he met Eva and had babies. I don't remember if they say they married, but I could say yes.

Then, as I said in a other post, in Bayonetta they say Eva was a witch who made a pack with a demon called Legendary Dark Knight. But it didn't say that she was a Umbra Witch, so we could say she was a modern witch; I suppose Umbra were keepers of the Left Eye and there were other clans and covens, as not all magic around the world nor cultures are the same, but can influence each other.

So, having this into account, it came to my mind that maybe, maybe, they met one day when a young Eva, like in her 20s, was trying to summon some demon to use, the thing went wrong, and instead of a lesser demon, she summons a guy dressing as a noble, and both are WTF. She thinks he is a normal guy she teleported by error and he is flipping out because he was in his castle or something, doing lord things, and, seconds later, he was in the middle of a magic circle with a woman flipping out as much as him.

Then, I think Sparda could have said he was a demon, but not his name yet, and stay to help her with whatever she summoned him for because he was curious about the woman with enough magic to summon him. Then he started to like her because she represented all the good, and bad, things she liked about humans, and the rest is story.

[laswells-ashtray]

I'm living vicariously through you until ghost come back to Ireland.

How was the gig? What did they play? Was your taint tickled? Were the ghouls acting the bollocks again?

With how big they've gotten I've gotten the idea of ghost (the cod character) being grumpy that his name is now associated with a big band and people trying to get him to listen to them. I don't have much more on this idea but it's yours to play with if you wish.

I confuse people constantly when talking about my interests because one of the main characters in my favourite game franchise is Ghost, my favourite band of all time, bar The Highwaymen, is Ghost and I often just watch shit with ghosts in it. It's funny when people realise that the entire time I've been talking, they've been thinking of the wrong one.

It was the greatest performance I think I'll ever see. The fucking guitar solo in Year Zero? You could feel it. This was the setlist:

The way he introduced The Future Is a Foreign Land was really good. Made a comment asking if Glasgow still had a castle and then said something to the tune of, "The past, it's easily explored, but the future? The future is a foreign land." It was silly but fun.

Cirice live? If I had been standing, I'd have hit my knees.

Now, it was the anniversary of my grandfather's passing on concert day and when they played Darkness at the Heart of My Love, and it got to I'm with you always? Tears. I was wearing my Ghost jewellery with lyrics on them during the show, and I clutched my necklace for that one.

Umbra fucks, I can't wait for it's release.

Rats? Oh my fucking God. You ever hear music so good you could've moaned? The guitar, that's all I'll say.

Scottish audiences go hard for Square Hammer.

Taint tickled, keister kissed.

And yes, the ghouls did fuck around. They played with the audience during Papa's costume changes.

One thing I'll say is his robes are the best we've seen so far.

[mylunaris]

Umbrae praeterita I

Aeliana Callista stood on the marble balcony overlooking the bustling Forum below, her arms folded tightly over the crimson folds of her palla. The faint echoes of gladiatorial games reverberated in the distance, a cruel irony that twisted in her chest like a dagger. Once, the roar of the crowd had been her life. Now, it was a distant specter, a bitter reminder of the years she’d spent spilling blood in the arena while others watched from gilded seats.

Behind her, the unmistakable voice of Emperor Caracalla boomed through the grand hall. He was berating a senator, his words sharp as the gladius she once wielded. From her vantage point, Aeliana could see him pacing near the atrium. His short, fiery red hair caught the light streaming in from the columns, a flame against the rich imperial purple of his tunic. Gold adorned his wrists and collar, a symbol of his unchecked power, though his smile—boyish yet unnervingly predatory—betrayed where his true passions lay: blood, indulgence, and fleeting pleasures.

“Another lion roaring in his cage” Aeliana muttered under her breath, a faint smirk curling her lips. She leaned slightly against the cool stone, watching as he dismissed the senator with a wave that was both impatient and almost childlike.

Caracalla turned, his piercing blue eyes locking onto her in an instant. Of course, he had noticed her. He always did.

“Do you always linger like a shadow, Callista?” he called, his voice dripping with both amusement and threat.

Aeliana straightened, smoothing the folds of her garment as she stepped into the light. “I linger,” she replied coolly, “because shadows are the only things that survive beneath the weight of the sun.”

He paused, his lips curving into that unnervingly innocent smile she had come to recognize as dangerous. “A poet now, are we?”

“Only when the occasion calls for it,” she said, inclining her head slightly. “And I see the day’s frustrations have already begun.”

Caracalla approached her with the slow confidence of a predator, his golden sandals striking the marble with soft clicks. “The games were lacking,” he muttered, his voice low and edged with disdain. “Not enough blood. Not enough fire. What is Rome without its fire?”

Aeliana tilted her head, her expression carefully neutral. “Perhaps Rome burns brighter when its emperors choose to stoke the flame.”

His blue eyes flashed, the grin widening. “Careful, Callista,” he murmured, leaning slightly closer. “There’s wisdom in your words, but wisdom can be dangerous when spoken to the wrong ears.”

“Then it is fortunate,” she replied evenly, “that I speak them only to you, Dominus.”

His laughter echoed through the hall, loud and almost carefree. Behind him, Geta appeared, his expression more restrained, though Aeliana could see the sharpness in his gaze. Where Caracalla exuded fire and chaos, Geta was the blade hidden beneath a velvet sheath. Both were manipulators, blind to their own growing unpopularity, far removed from the struggles of the empire they ruled in name alone.

As Caracalla turned back to the atrium, likely to demand more bloodshed in the next day’s games, Aeliana lingered. Her gaze lingered on his retreating figure, on the way he carried himself like a spoiled child who had never been denied.

“And yet” she whispered to herself, “it is the spoiled who so often lead the lions to ruin”.

The day was young, and Aeliana knew her place in this endless game of power and survival. For now, she followed, the lion and the shadow continuing their eternal, treacherous dance.

[leora-of-the-tulpar]

So... I wanted to post more about myself so I'm doing that now!

Like I said before, my name's Leora but you can call me Leo as well! I use They/He/She pronouns but I'm really comfortable with any of them (Except It/its) I'm 29 years old and I'm honored to be able to work under Anya on the Tulpar.

I was my own nurse on a previous ship. Her name was the "Amalthea," the type-C freighter 820LU Class A but we all usually just called it 'Tia for short. I moved from there after... well. things changed for me. Anya needed an assistant and I was more than willing to work under someone! My position is a weird hybrid of being her assistant as well as an intern. I'm still learning a lot of things from her lol

There's 5 of us. Anya, myself, Swansea, the Captain, and Jimmy. This is also his first trip! Captain was kinda surprised that Pony Express let two new people aboard at the same time.

...That's enough about me though. Please send some questions in!

Tags + In Universe Info:

-The main Universe of this blog is canon adjacent! Very small things have changed. Mainly just. work arounds to be honest lmfao -The Tulpar is equipped with 6 cryostasis pods. 5 work, one is broken. The tech is too new for Swansea to confidently work on it. (Though he's certainly tried) -This blog is set 2 years before the canon events of the game. Daisuke isn't here right now but he will be later! -The "Amalthea" the type-C freighter 820LU Class A is based on The Last Unicorn! :) the 8 and 2 stem for the movie's release date of August 27th, and LU stands for last unicorn (I probably should've went with another Pegasus thing, or something else from Turkish mythology because that's what Tulpar is, but I thought it'd be cute if Pony Express ship names also had like. Unicorns and stuff lol.) -Amalthea carries WAY less cargo space than the Tulpar and is a smaller ship. It's mainly used to help other ships, space stations, ect. with supplies. (Think fuel, food + water, parts and any tools other ships may need) It's trips tend to be shorter, around 3-5 months depending, but they're no stranger to long hauls. -Leora's old crewmates are old ocs I have :) Obviously need to do a bit of redesigning lol but we have: Captain Arrosa, Co-pilot Ferrand,, Mechanics Umbra and Ami, Head Nurse Leora, and Nurse Assistant River! (who was promoted to head nurse when Leora left)

From now on, if I'm talking and not Leora, I'll be using square brackets! [This is an example and will also be true in the tags!]

There's a few other AUs and ideas I want to play with as well, Including:

Anti-tulpar/icarus AU

Bloodbounding AU

@askdrunkjimmy's AU/Modern AU!

...And a super secret AU I'm working on myself rn!..Possibly 2 super secret AUs...

I'm trying to avoid making 30 million side blogs so these AUs will have specific tags tied to them!

Tags:

#Leora Speaks [text replies]

#Leora Writes [For any fic/ficlets]

#Leora Draws [Art tag]

#NSFT, NSFW, NSFP (Not safe for Polle) [Explicit NSFW stuff]

#Suggestive [Mainly for not fully NSFW/racey stuff. doesn't includes racey jokes]

#Selfship, #Selfshipping, #Oc x Canon, #Shipping, #Shippy stuff [For any shipping related things! Will also be tagged with the ship name as Leora's ships aren't the only ones I'll be exploring on the blog)

#Too close to the sun (Icarus AU), #Leo Speaks [Anti AU rambles]

#Hell's comin' with me (Bloudbounding AU) [self explanatory]

#Is that all there is? (ADJ AU) [Ask drunk jimmy AU]

#Continuity AU [Canon divergent AU i'm working on, name probably changing lol]

Of course I'll have a lot of general tags but I'll also try to tag triggers as I remember them! my trigger tags start off with TW then the trigger (I.e #Tw Jimmy) Mouthwashing has plenty of them and probably ones I'm not even thinking about lol. Feel free to ask for specific trigger tags!

Have a Yimpy Styled Leora:

[quarantineddreamer]

WIP tag game

You are given a word - share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of that word!

thanks for the tags @andorerso and @frostbitepandaaaaa!! (losing my mind over both your excerpts btw) <3

I'm going to go with the word "WORM" and pull randomly from a few WIPs so I don't spoil too much of part 2 (and 3) of Umbra. (Which is pretty much all I have worked on for the past several months outside of RCSS) 😅

Waking felt more like a dream than anything she’d ever encountered in the shadowy world of sleep. Before all else, she noticed warmth–perfect as sunlight–encompassing her body like a second skin. Then, there was the gentle weight pressing at her back, winding its way over her shoulders to anchor just over her chest, accompanied by an implacable, soothing rhythm.

She surrendered to the feeling, sinking deeper into its embrace, certain that any minute now her alarm would blare and drag her forcibly back into the world of the living. 

For just a moment longer, she wanted to savor the comfort; allow her existence to be painted in nothing more than the sweet, simple gold illuminating her inner eyelids.

Outside, the city must have been stirring with restless evening energy, because arcs of gold rippled across his skin like sunlight on water, ships passing through the night. It made the already challenging task of trying to read his expression near impossible. Jyn’s ears rang in the quiet. All the words she might have said lodged in her throat, the pressure of them building with each passing second. Say something, say something, she told herself, but she hadn’t thought this far ahead. And what could she possibly say that would make this better for either of them?

Ruescott Melshi’s skin burned as he pressed the icepack to the bridge of his nose, the taste of blood still sharp and nauseating in his mouth and his head screaming in pain. 

It felt like he had gotten hit by a shovel. 

Probably because he had, in fact, gotten hit by a shovel. He glared across the ship’s cabin at the culprit responsible for his misery--a woman several inches shorter than him with sharp, green eyes and a glowering, pale face caked in mud. For someone who had just been broken out of an Imperial Labor Camp, Liana Hallik (or whatever her name really was) seemed about as far from grateful as one could get.

Mindless to the drumming of his feet, Cassian chased after the trail of blood, locked to it like a homing signal.

“Talk to me, Jyn,” he huffed, throwing himself around a blind bend blaster first. (He hadn’t even considered holstering it, not since he’d heard Jyn had been shot. Screw keeping cover, he was eager for the chance to pull the trigger on anyone who dared get in his way.)

“You sound out of breath.”

“So do you.”

“I’m racing you to the exit”

“Liar.”

“Alright, you got me,” she coughed, the comm creaking–though the signal seemed to be getting stronger. “But you are running the hell out of here, right?” She paused, waiting for confirmation that was never going to come. “Cassian… Tell me you’re almost out. Tell me you’re close to the extraction point.”

Not sure who all has been tagged yet but (no pressure) tagging: @annisthree @astromechs @mosylufanfic @incognitajones @woahpip and anyone else who'd like to join! Aaand for a word I'll go with: SOUL

[askshadowsilver]

Hmmm... Sadly I became a researcher at G.U.N after Silvie so i can't give personal intel on the person, however seeing that keychain on Silvies phone reminds me of Shadows Chao's so maybe that could help? I think i heard agent Shadow say their names were Umbra and Lumen. As for old gods, there are dozen of them. A couple awaken by the doctor and then destroyed by the blue hero so i think Sonic might be of more help since some of these gods and fights caused... Anomalies... The two known ones are a god called Solaris and a peculiar god called Time Eater. Hopefully that can be of help in your research?

- G.U.N Researcher (Anon)

(I don't know what game you consider 'canon' in your story so i tried to make an open platform for anything you have in mind mod nyx ;p)

[alt text for video in read more]

Silver: Sorry, I stepped out a moment to talk with Shadow.

Silver: There's so much happening all at once that it's making me feel like I decided to jump into ice water several times during a blizzard.

Silver: I know that G.U.N. knows Shadow had a relationship with Silvie, but he never told his friends. He explained that it was because any kind of relationship with me is temporary and wasn't worth mentioning- and, well, that hurt. It's hard to continue the secret.

Silver: ... He called because apparently the future Shadow contacted him after weeks of no one finding a trace of him. I asked him to bring Umbra and Lumen to Tails workshop to consolidate all of our work on saving the future.

Silver: ...

Silver: I wish I had Blaze's phone number.

[TRANSMISSION ENDED]

[RETRIEVING DATA ON SHADOW]

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[FIRST - ASK] - [PREVIOUS - INTERLUDE] - [NEXT - INTERLUDE] - [COMIC]

Nyx: Tysm for your patience and your support.

Nyx: To make it easier on me, all games are canon minus Chronicles. There's some wibbly-wobbly room such as the Festival of the Sun being renamed to the Festival of Flames cause of time shenanigans.

Nyx: We'll be taking a short hiatus while I archive the blog to different platforms! Two more updates coming your way now though!!

[Video Alt Text]

Silvie: There we go!

Silvie: Log Date; pretty much a year afterwards!

Silvie: I stopped counting a while ago.

Silvie: Aaaaaand look! Lumen transformed into a little me!

Silvie: I cannot begin to tell you how much relief it gives me that he's a hero type.

Silvie: Means I'm not all bad, huh?

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Tails: Not all bad?

Silver: [shrugs]

Sonic: What did I miss?

Espio: Lumen metamorphed into Silvie.

Sonic: Huh that's neat.

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Umbra: [crying]

Silvie: Since Lumen took on my appearance, that means my soul is still in control.

Silvie: I'll have to keep a close eye on them, just to make sure the sliver they took from me was all me.

Silvie: But… I'm worried about Umbra.

Silvie: Umbra is so unhappy they seriously might die on me.

Silvie: If Koco hold onto the emotions, the chao might be able to do the same…?

Silvie: The Ambassador said Shadow should be at peace with everything yet the state Umbra is in suggests otherwise.

Silvie: There's already cracks in the timeline I didn't see coming.

Silvie: This was supposed to be easy but why isn't it keeping course?

Silvie: ….

Silvie: On my birthday, it's all supposed to be completed.

Silvie: I go back to Soleanna, I watch the Festival of Flames, I stay here in the past.

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Silver: Wait, pause the video.

Silver: How old was Silvie turning, do you know?

Tails: 24, he was already doing the invites to Soleanna before he, uh, well…

Espio: That GUN Researcher gave us a pretty good lead, Solaris is told to be the God of Soleanna.

Espio: The Festival of Flames is to honor that God in particular.

Sonic: Solaris, huh?

Sonic: I heard about that god when I was there, but never met them.

Sonic: However, I was told that's a time god.

Silver: … Okay, with that I have a working theory.

Silver: I'm currently 24, which means I've been aging with you guys.

Silver: There's a reference point for me somewhere on the timeline that keeps, let's say, 'drawing me up' from.

Silver: It's possible that reference point is a rift, with the rift 'hole' this time God lets itself in, through a version of me it was most compatible with.

Silver: But… what would be beyond the rift in a timestream…?

Silver was given the Light Gaia Bracelet [Present]

Sonic: I can't follow your logic, but I got a hunch you'll need that to solve whatever is coming up next.

Silver: Thanks…?

Tails: I'll admit you did a few mental jumps there, but I think I understand why you didn't want any of us to look at the phone.

Tails: You wanted to shelter us from Silvie's pragmatic approach to saving the future, huh?

Silver: Uh, um, r-right.

Espio: ...

Silver: Also too, there might be information here that could drastically change everything.

Silver: Since I'm from the future, me having that knowledge shouldn't disturb the timeline too much.

Espio: While that is a half-truth, what's the real reason?

Silver: Huh?

Espio: What. Is. The. Real. Reason. Silver.

Silver: ...

Silver: I'm sorry, I promised Shadow not to tell anyone.

Silver: Trust me when I say it's a breech of privacy.

Espio: ...

Espio: I can sense in your heart that this matter is such.

Espio: Apologies.

Sonic: How about you go bring back Shadow?

Sonic: The three of us can figure out the time rift thingy, the answer could be in the White Space.

Sonic: Something tells me he's going to want whatever it is on that phone.

[INCOMING King Grumpy]

[demon-blood-youths]

📔 (Mun's choice.)

Here's Ink! And here are the journal entries for my favorite set of rpers! @the-silver-peahen-residence @militibus-ex-umbra @electricea

Dear Diary, 10/30/20XX I met another demon today! Her name is Jinx! Jinx Violet! She's a demon like me! Making a contract through one of the contractors! Her devil is a demon cat named Yuki! A master of the black flames! I got excited and talked with her! Then we fought! We fought for several hours. To be honest, I thought it was minutes until my friends and her friends had to come over and break up the fight. Echo and Naavarro gave a piece of their minds because we were about to destroy half of Central Park! Oops! Can't let that happen! But! HEY! Jinx's flame claws and tail are so cool! She knows how to deal with my sword, Wyvern. Of course, she uses her weapon against time. We kept on clashing and clashing, it feels great! It was a lot of fun. I learn that from Vanity that he and Yuki are good drinking pals! Both are masters of their own respective flames! Because of this, and Jinx I are now best friends! Our factions go on adventures to defeat some feral demons and! We party together after taking over a bad guy's house.

Me and Jinx spar from time to time. It's like I found a twin sister! It drove Navarro crazy! LOL

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Dear Diary, 4/21/20XX I met this really cool guy! His name is Vergil! He saved me from being overwhelmed by demons when I was training solo by fighting some feral demons.

At first when Vergil saw me, there was a feeling that I needed to fight or run away. Of course, I don't want to run because I'm not scared! But I don't want to fight him either. I can't fight senior citizens but that's when I found he's not that old! It's the hair! It's like snow and pretty. I said I don't want to fight him, but I did say that I wanna fight him. It doesn't make sense, but I told him the way he swings his sword is pretty cool, and I want to thank him for saving me. He told me that nobody said that to him before, and let him tag along in clearing an entire horde of demons. When I told Senkai this, he got spooked. I don't know why he's acting like that because he ask me a lot of questions what he looks like. I told him that he wears a blue jacket, has white spiky hair, a serious face, calm, super strong and honestly...I can't tell if he's a demon or a human. I did say that he's probably both, which is weird by itself. Demons and humans aren't that different, are they? He muttered something about Sparta and called Vanity. Is that where Vergil is from? Greece? I thought he was Italian. I don't know what's up with that, but I came to see Vergil again and again. I like being around him. He gives me a lot of advice in being a demon and keeping true to myself. In a way, I think of him as a good teacher and almost like a second dad. Weird, huh?

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Dear Diary,

6/5/20XX

I met this guy named Ryuji! He came straight from Tokyo. I don't know the reason. But he's pretty cool! The guys like hanging out with him. Talking with him makes me feel relax! Heck, he told me all kinds of good food. The gyudon rice bowl where you place a lot of beef, sweet onions, green onions with a poached egg on top of rice. That one is the best! It's like the whole meal with miso soup. It fills me really quick whenever I go training or fighting other demons.

Then I was dragged with Navarro into this weird dark place where Ryuji is wearing a skull mask and a biker's outfit. Ryuji explains higns to us. At first, I didn't get it even Ryuji has trouble explaining it until Navarro helped break it down for me to understand.

This Metaverse place is mental. Like it's a different realm similar tot he demon world. Not really the demon world but more on a collective unconscious space. Navarro's words, not mine! But anyway! Me and Ryuji help him out in taking down this big baddie and he summons a cool pirate that shoots down lightning! It was so cool! He calls it his Persona, Captain Kidd! Ryuji is so freaking cool!

[anarchomando]

Devil May cry au everyone lives traumatized!

So so I wanted to combined two ideas of what if Eva survives and what if Sparda survived..

(We are under the assumption that Virgil is Dante's older brother of 5-8ish years like OG DMC 1 canon Near identical face/ different age )

The tragedy that separated the Sparta family affected each of its members differently.

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Eva was a woman of principle, a umbra witch a woman self-taught of the mystic ways of summoning demons with a monster fcking fetish . She got the demon boy she got the skills her life should have been happily ever after.

Then the damn attack occurred. She would admit it herself she wasn't the best mother.( Who let the kid run around with swords, she probably should have sent them to some sort of school instead of individualized education based off of their interests and needs. They probably should have gotten more experience with friends and other people who would care. ) But damn it all did she love her kids. They were her blessed children.

Eva looking through the ashes of the home. She Was not able Not even find her youngest son. Her eldest she feared was already gone dead. Perished cut down for the simple sake of being a hybrid.

Even her husband was gone.

She was all alone. First time in years. This is when she made her vow to hunt down the infernals of hell and eradicate those who sought to eliminate her family and her. Damn the umbra witch code. They were dead order barely surviving off of Madame Jeanne de Arc. She would look at heaven and Earth and hell for her children but she could not find them.

Not until decades later when they didn't even need her.

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The devil night Sparta was in mourning. The blaze and the battle had tooken so much from him.

"It's all my fault" he wept, as if the entire event was solely on his shoulders and not those of his enemies.

It's because of my fame, my notoriety and pride that enabled these freaks to have enough leverage to attempt to kill me and my family.

My entire family is eradication

was because of my greed for the limelight. It seems this world is worse f with me in it. "And so the devil Knight takes his self-imposed exile. Not knowing that his wife and children are in need of theirpatriarch.

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The eldest son was in a different position. He saw the army that his father took against. Then that would ultimately to his father's downfall. If only he had more power more strength he could have fought with his father and protect his family.

All alone, he wished he could have saved his family had he been a little bit stronger.

"I need more power I need to grow in power or else I will be weak and worthless pathetic

I lost my entire family because of that. No more"

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And last but the youngest son, he had witnessed his mother in her final moments and her words struck a chord with him

Hls mother said to live a better life, a happy life don't abandon your family heritage, But don't forget to live. Run away if you must, but be safe and live and grow strong to protect yourself and others.

Dante the youngest son would struggle everyday to bribe steel and make not only a new identity to get an education but to live and to grow. Eventually he would grow into a famous demon Hunter.

The devil brothers would meet again in a strange Tower. Their ideology opposed to one another

one for powers for power sake,

The other craved power for protecting oneself and others.

The family would truly meet up and be reunited during

The Qliphoth incident. Sparta could no longer allow such devastation upon the human world. Eva could no longer allow anyone to die of such a ratchet pain.

Dante was hired for this by a strange man named v

Along with his nephew that he has yet to revealed he knew.

Bayonetta and Jeanne also there.

Their with Eva.

[sunflower567]

Callsign: Umbra

Chapter 3: The One Woman Army

Trigger Warning: Attempted assult

word count: 3,778

Edited: ✅

Previous Chapter

A few hours later- 12:30 AM

It’s been a few hours since the video was sent to the American military. As the Al-Shars, a new group with at least 150 members, patrolled and relaxed indoors, their lone prisoner was kept in the deepest part of the compound. Her hands were tied to the water pipe above; her 5 '6 frame was elevated off the ground. They only had the decency to keep her in her tank top and her panties. 

‘How long has it been,’ Imani thought as her vision went in and out. After getting tazed, she was waterboarded for what felt like hours. She doesn't remember when she passed out but remembers how painful it was. 

‘Alpha,’ Imani thought as she tried to tug at her restraints, ‘I gotta find Alpha.’

Imani heard the faint scrape of boots outside her cell door. She dropped limp against the cold floor, steadying her breath, heart pounding in her ears as the lock clunked open.

The door creaked. A soldier stepped inside.

It was him—Shithead 0-1, as she’d silently named him. The same one who’d yanked her by the hair and held her down under water for what felt like forever. One of the three who rotated guard duty. His silhouette filled the narrow frame of the doorway as he stepped in and quietly shut the door behind him. The lock clicked again.

He stood still for a second longer than necessary, watching her. Then his boots moved—slow, deliberate, not the usual bored pacing or routine check. She didn’t lift her head, but through the loose curtain of her curls, she caught the way his hands hovered near his waistband, and he muttered to himself in Arabic. He was clearly on something.

“Even if she’s one of those dirty dogs…” he said, voice low, eyes scanning her still body, “…she looks like she’d be fun.”

A flare of panic shot through her gut—but she kept still. She knew that tone. She knew those words. She knew what he meant.

Since she was young, Imani has been interested in other languages and cultures. From a young age, she would try to wander into her mother’s meetings with foreign officers and advocates to hear them speak their native languages. 

Eventually, she convinced her parents to let her in a program that taught kids any language they could, promising she’d stick to it. She kept that promise and went well beyond it, getting the overachiever nickname from her siblings as a response. 

At 23, she knows eight languages: English, Russian, Spanish, French, German, Japanese, Swahili, and, most importantly, Arabic. 

Imani's mind sharpened as the soldier continued to mumble under his breath. Based on his movements, he was drunk or high. But she knew what he was about to do, and she knew she couldn’t let him. And as he unsheathed the knife he kept on his hip, Imani used that moment of distraction to her advantage. 

Imani’s legs shot up, her thighs squeezing like a vice. The man’s eyes widened in panic as he dropped the knife, his hands desperately clawing at her legs, but it was too late. She squeezed tighter, using his momentary confusion to her advantage, pressing harder until the life drained almost drained from his eyes. Almost. Because before she kills him, she needs to know one thing. 

“Where is he,” Imani asked in Arabic as she squeezed her thighs tighter around his neck. 

“You speak-” He tried to say as Imani squeezed harder. 

“Yes, I speak Arabic. Now answer the fucking question,” Imani gritted her teeth, “Where is he?”

“You’ll d-”

“Answer the fucking question,” Imani snarled as she squeezed tighter, causing the man to gag, “Where. Is. Alpha?”

“It’s- It’s dead,” the grunt said in a short, ugly gasp, “The little bastard tried to kill us after it woke up, so we had to kill it! NOW LET ME GO!”

“Oh, so sorry,” Imani said as her eyes showed her wrath, “But unfortunately for you, I believe in an eye for an eye.”

With one final squeeze, Imani broke the man’s neck with her legs. But before she dropped his body, she grabbed the keys that were loosely on his belt with her feet and brought her legs up until her hands were able to catch them.

‘Thank god for gymnastics,’ Imani thought as she felt around for the keyhole of the cuffs. When she found it, she released herself from the cuffs and stubbled down on the ground as she tried to get used to her legs again. 

‘Those assholes,’ she thought as she stripped the man of his pants and began to put them on, ‘They killed Alpha.’ 

While fixing the belt so the pants would fit, she couldn’t help but think about her mother. It was after her father stood up her mother for their anniversary dinner when she was younger, using the same ‘emergency excuse.' She and her sister sat with her as she cried in bed—not out of sadness but because of how angry she was. 

It was there, her mom gave them both the best saying that any of them heard: “An angry woman, bitter and bold, spares nothing in her way.” 

Imani understood what it meant now. This wasn’t just about survival—it was about reclaiming something that had been taken from her, something she would never get back. Alpha and her own peace of mind. And now, getting her get back was the only thing keeping her grounded.

Her eyes scanned the room. No obvious weapons were within reach, but she noticed the sharp edges of the broken chair in the corner. The same chair they used to torture her earlier. It wasn’t much, but it was something. She would make it work. Her mind was in survival mode, and her body just followed.

As she left out of the cells they kept her in, the stale air in the corridor was thick with dust, and the distant sound of muffled voices made her pulse quicken and her grip tighten on the shiv she made from the chair. Her bare feet slapped against the cold concrete floor, the sharp smell of oil and metal clinging to her skin as she moved cautiously forward, her senses alert for any sign of danger.

But during her exploration of the basement, she found a room. An interesting room, at that. In it, the room was filled with any crazy man’s dreams. Guns and explosives. It was then that a thought popped into her mind. 

As she approached the equipment, her breath caught in her throat, a sharp pang of grief gnawing at her chest. Alpha was gone, the one who had been by her side through everything. The anger was instant, a red-hot fire in her veins. She clenched her fists until her nails dug into her palms, feeling the heat of her rage build. She would make them pay for this.

Meanwhile

“There’s the compound,” Soap said as they exited their van. “Helli is on standby, Price,” Ghost said. 

“Good,” Price said as he walked to the driver’s side. Giving the man a few words in Arabic, the driver smiled at whatever Price was saying and gave them all a farewell. 

“Alright now,” Price said as the car drove away, “We’re going to secure the barn first. Ghost, you're on armed overwatch until we clear it. After we secure it, you’ll join me, Soap, and Gaz so we can infiltrate the base.”

“Roger,” Ghost said as he began to find a good position. 

“You two with me,” Price said as he led the way, “Keep this quiet.”

“Yes, sir,” Gaz and Soap replied in unison.

“Alright, let’s go.”

From his vantage point, Ghost could see his teammates moving in like shadows, their movements deliberate and precise. He scanned the area again, his senses alert for any sign of movement. The silence was eerie, almost suffocating. It was too quiet, but in their line of work, that was a good thing—for now. 

Then, he saw Price and Gaz wait as Soap turned off the power to the barn. When the power went out, an enemy soldier came out to investigate. But he was quickly disposed of with a knife to the throat by Soap as he dragged him around the barn to hide the body. 

“We’re going in,” Price said as he, Gaz, and Soap disappeared from view. From what Ghost could see from the outside, it was quiet. In this case, quiet was good—quiet means they weren’t detected. And based on the fact that no one on the outside is coming in, all is good. 

“Ghost,” Ghost heard Soap call out on comms. 

“Soap,” Ghost replied, noticing the shocked tone in the Sergeant's voice.

“Barn’s secured. You better wanna come look at this,” he heard him reply. 

“Copy.”

With little to no hesitation, Ghost leaves his post and heads toward the door Price, Soap, and Gaz went through only a few moments ago. Ghost stepped forward, his boots silent on the dirt floor. Alpha’s eyes locked onto him, the wolf’s hackles raised, muscles tense. Ghost held his ground, his hand slowly reaching for the shirt. His heartbeat was steady, but the animal’s ferocity was palpable in the air around them. Once inside, he sees both Gaz and Soap standing further back, and Price looks amused. 

But when Ghost finally turned toward the large cage semi-covered by a sheet, Ghost understood why Gaz and Soap were acting the way they were. 

“Bloody fucking hell,” Ghost mumbled as he continued to walk closer to the cage, “Is that a-”

“Everyone, meet Alpha. Imani’s Wolf K9.”

Since he wolf hunts in his free time, Ghost was able to tell precisely what type of wolf it was. It was a grey wolf. He was also able to tell that the wolf was relatively young. No more than a year old. A ‘preteen’ in wolf years, at most. 

“I’ve been in some sticky situations before, but a bloody wolf? You’re pulling my leg, Price,” Soap laughs in disbelief.

“No time for jokes, Johnny. Let’s focus,” Ghost cut through. 

“Never mind that, that explains why you and everyone else looked smug,” Gaz mumbled, causing Price to chuckle. “How the hell did she get this?”

Price gave a knowing look, his voice low but steady. “It’d be best for Imani to explain. For now, we focus on getting him on our side.”

“But the big guy doesn’t exactly look happy to see us,” Gaz said as he and everyone else saw how the animal snarled at them in an attack position. 

“Ghost,” Price called out, “The shirt. Let him get a whiff.”

Walking closer to the cage, Ghost took out the T-shirt and slowly approached him. As Ghost stepped forward, his boots were silent on the dirt floor. Not wanting to spook the canine. But Alpha’s eyes locked onto him, muscles tense. Ghost held his ground, his hand slowly reaching for the shirt. His heartbeat was steady, but the animal’s ferocity was palpable in the air around them. But as Ghost was right in front of the cage, Alpha bared his teeth and bucked at the British man. 

“Easy, boy,” Ghost said as he walked closer, extending his hand so the shirt was near Alpha’s snout. As Ghost held the shirt near Alpha’s nose, the wolf hesitated, his snout twitching. The second the scent hit, Alpha froze, his eyes softening. His body language shifted from hostile to calm almost immediately. With even the faintest whiff, Alpha knew instinctively whose scent it was. Imani. He moved closer to the shirt, nudging it with his nose, desperate to be near her scent. He began to whine loudly, almost as if he knew that Imani had been taken and was sad. 

“Let him out,” Ghost said to Price. 

“Are you serious right now,” Gaz said in disbelief. 

“I am,” Ghost answered simply. 

“You’re one crazy bastard, Lt,” Soap said as he readied his weapon just in case. 

“Got that right,” Ghost said as Price released the latches on the cage. Slowly backing away, Ghost lured Alpha out of the cage using Imani’s shirt. Dropping it down on the ground, Ghost, Price, Gaz, and Soap all watched as the wolf lay down with the shirt. He shoved his nose into it, sniffing as much of her scent as possible. 

After whining a bit more, Alpha looked up and began to howl. 

“What the hell,” Soap asked, “Why he-”

“Wolves howl to communicate,” Ghost answered, “He’s trying to figure out where she is.”

“How do you know,” Gaz asked. 

“I do hunt when I get the chance,” Ghost answered as he looked at Gaz.

“Learn something new every day,” Soap joked, with Gaz humming in agreement. 

“Now that Alpha’s secured, we have to find Imani,” Price said, gaining Alpha’s attention as he looked toward him.

“So, we’re adopting a wolf now,” Soap quipped, “What’s next? A bloody tiger?”

Price chuckles, “We’re here to get him and Imani out safe, not make him our mascot.”

But before anyone could respond or comment, a radio from one of the corpses began to hiss to life. 

“Good evening, gentlemen," A female voice said, “Sorry to interrupt this lovely evening of drinking and soccer, but I’m afraid that ends now.” 

“That’s our girl,” Price sighed in annoyance as he reloaded his gun.

“How do you know,” Gaz asked as he, Ghost, and Soap followed suit. 

“Only an American calls football soccer,” Price answered in the same annoyed tone. 

“She is a Yankee,” Soap added. 

“Because I’m so nice, I’m going to give you all a bit of a heads-up,” the female voice continued as the boys gathered around the radio, "In the next two and a half minutes, I’m going to blow this place up. And everyone but you, Marwan Mustafa, will be dead.”

“Are you insane,” a male voice—likely Marwan Mustafa—crackled over the dead man’s walkie-talkie, “You think you can take me? I have 150 men here!”

“Do you think numbers matter to me,” Imani responded, "There could be thousands of you here, and the outcome would be the same.”

“YOU CAN’T WIN THIS!”

“What makes you say that,” Imani replied with, a smile evident based on her tone, “I wouldn’t have made my presence known if I couldn’t take you head on. I would have taken you all down one at a time until it was only you. But where is the fun in that?” 

At that moment, Gaz, Soap, Price, and Ghost heard it. The deafening roar of an explosion that rocked the entire estate. It sounded like five firework shows going off at once. 

“Mustafa, let this be a lesson for you,” Imani began, her voice firm and sinister, “Don’t leave your prisoner and your entire explosive stockpile on the same floor!”

“Bloody hell! She rigged the compound,” Soap asked as everyone tried to steady themselves. 

“Oh fuck me. Let’s move,” Price yelled as Alpha ran out of the barn with them not too far behind. 

As they all stood outside the barn, they all noticed the smoke coming from the far end of the estate. But another explosion rang out before they could even say or think anything else. 

“It’s a goddamn fire show out here,” Gaz exclaimed as they felt the ground shake as more and more explosions rang out. 

“I guess the lass was tellin the truth,” Soap huffed, “None of those bastards were getting out of this alive.”

Before Price could respond, they began to hear gunfire from the courtyard of the main compound. 

“Move to the courtyard,” Price said as he opened the door from which they came in. But before he could walk through, Alpha barreled his way through and ran towards the gunfire as the estate went dark. The power going down due to the explosions.

“Bravo team, move out on Alpha,” Price ordered as he and the rest followed behind them. But due to Alpha being a literal wolf, they couldn’t keep up with him, losing him as he ran like a bat out of hell.

“Shouldn’t we go after him,” Soap asked. 

“Negative. We’ll try to find him later. Mission Priority is Sergeant Barnes,” Price said. 

As they all jogged to the commotion nearby, gunfire, explosions, and shouting were heard. They would have thought it was a full-on battle between two forces rather than the result of one woman. 

“Here’s the main door,” Price said as he and Ghost went to one side and Soap and Gaz to another. 

At that point, the courtyard beyond the massive doors was dead silent—the complete opposite of what it had been a few minutes earlier. 

“Think she’s dead,” Soap asked the obvious question. 

“One way to find out,” Price said, “Prepare to breach in three…Two…On-”

But the door to the main compound opened before Price could finish his countdown—not enough for a vehicle, but enough for someone to get out. The four men hid the best they could behind the massive gates as a figure walked out, dragging something behind them. At that moment, the emergency lights they presumed came on and lit up the area—and the person who came out as well.

There, standing drenched in blood from head to toe, was a young woman. No shoes, pants ripped, tank top hanging on by a thread with visible bleeding scars and bruises on her skin. She looked up to the night sky with a dazed look. Closing her eyes, she took in the clean air and took a deep breath. As the men all walked out of their hiding spots, weapons still drawn, the woman turned around fast and put a gun to the man’s head. 

“Drop your weapons, or your friend gets it,” she said as she held a 9mm to her hostage’s head. 

With a glance, the four men recognized the man she had restrained. Marwan Mustafa was worse for wear. Even more so than the woman. 

“Are you Sergeant Imani Barnes,” Price asked. 

Noting what sounded like a British accent, Imani began to look them over while holding firm to her weapon. They didn’t look like the mercs or militias she was familiar with. They looked like real-deal soldiers. And the Union Jack and the SAS patches on their uniforms confirmed it. ‘The Special Air Service,’ she thought in confusion. “Who are you, and how the hell does a bunch of SAS soldiers know me?”

“My name is Captain John Price. We were sent to rescue you.”

“Bullshit,” Imani shook her head as she readied her weapon again, “This area was deemed too dangerous. It’s crawling with extremist groups. No one in their right mind would have come for me.”

“Laswell would,” Price said, knowing her name would be the only thing to conceive her.

“Auntie Kate,” Imani said in disbelief. 

“Auntie,” Soap looked at Price confused.

“Yeah. Laswell heard what happened and sent us to get you and Alpha,” Price explained as he put his weapon away, ignoring Soap’s question, “So, can you please put the gun down now?”

Squinting her eyes again, Imani looked at the four men with suspicion. But what choice did she have? Imani was miles from the nearest ally base and slowly lost her footing. As painful as it is to admit, she wouldn’t last long out here by herself.

“Fine,” Imani sighed as she lowered her gun and dropped her hold on Mustafa's shirt, making him land on some of the wounds on his back, causing a grunted in pain to escape his lips. 

“I'm glad to see you’re safe, lass,” Soap said as he and Gaz walked closer to her. Ghost and Price went over to secure Mustafa. 

“You feeling alright,” Gaz asked as he looked her over. 

“I could be better,” Imani answered, “You said you came looking for me and Alpha. Did you find him?”

Before they could respond, a woof was heard a few distances away. All of them turned. Ready to engage in whatever the threat possibly was. But when she saw that familiar grey and black fur, Imani’s once sunken eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas day. 

“ALPHA,” she called out as the wolf charged at her. 

Pouncing on her, the girl groaned in pain but laughed it off as she held her best friend in the whole wide world, running her hand through his mixed-colored fur. 

“I missed you too, pal,” Imani laughed as she kissed his snout. Sitting up, Alpha sat in front of her with his tongue out, doing his most goofy smile. 

Because the boys were busy watching Imani interact with her wolf, Mustafa took that as his chance to try and make a run for it. But due to the beating he received from Imani, he was tripping over his own feet.

“Is he serious right now,” Imani asked in a broad tone. 

“We’ll get him,” Soap said. 

“No, it’s ok,” Imani said as she slowly stood up, “Alpha.” At the mention of his name, Alpha slowly walked around Imani and began to growl. His face now in a snarl as he remembered the man. He looked at the fleeing Mustafa as prey but wouldn’t charge until he heard the order. 

“Fetch.”

That was all he needed to hear as he began to run down the man. It didn’t take long for Alpha to grab onto the man’s ankle, biting down hard. 

As the man screamed and tried to kick the wolf off, Alpha dragged the man back to the group. 

“Good boy,” Imani praised as Alpha released the man and sat beside her, waiting for his head scratches, which he happily received. 

“You fucking bitch,” Mustafa yelled as he held his injured ankle. 

“Oh, cry me a fucking river,” Imani said as she kicked the man in the stomach, “Captain Price, permission to bring him back to base?”

“Why,” Price asked in confusion. 

Reaching into her bra, Imani pulled out some crumbled papers. 

“I found this when I was planting those charges,” Imani said as she gave Price the papers. 

With an ‘alrighty then’ look, Price grabbed the papers from her and unfolded them. When he did, he looked back up at Imani and down at the papers. 

Wondering what their Captain was looking at, the three other men looked at the paper and looked bewildered, like Price. 

As clear as day was a headshot of Imani dressed in her dress uniform when she passed basic training. And underneath that, in bold letters, were ‘Wanted: Alive.’

“It appears,” Imani began, making the four men look back at her, “I got a target on my back.”

Next: Chapter 4

[gravesung-moving]

BACKSTORY & ANTAGONIST BIOS.

content warnings: homophobia, implied parental abuse (take a wild fuckin guess who warrants both of those)

AMARI FLETCH (they/he), a.k.a. THE TOWER

leader of the unseen (historically known as umbra), a global shadow syndicate quietly nudging politics this way and that by way of bribes, assassinations, extortions, etc. also has a major foothold in the underworld scene of most major cities. elusive is NOT fletch's middle name, as they are a well-known high society socialite known for being unapologetically nonbinary in a relatively conservative, traditional space.

fletch is a soft-spoken, well-mannered and calm individual. they are known for never raising their voice or losing their cool, often able to talk down unhinged or pissed-off people with a simple conversation. when they do lose their temper, it is often in an extremely controlled way, a terrifying outburst of violence bookended by serenely removing and then donning their gloves.

they are also incredibly smart. fletch is an expert at loaded questions and layered statements, their conversations often leaving people thinking about what they said for weeks to come. i call him "the spider" for a reason — they are always working an angle, always spinning a thread in their vast web of influence.

though this is known to no one, it's important to mention that a very, very long time ago, amari fletch gained immortality by cheating death in a game of dice. muses who are directly connected to death might know them or know of them because of this!

touchstones: hannibal lecter, gus fring, olrox

ALLIES: persephone aisa ( @huntershowl, right hand), anah tannar (umbra employee in some verses), korin derege (tensely) ENEMIES: adeodatus damiana (politically opposed — adeo is the well-loved underdog to the tower's established rule)

KORIN DEREGE (he/him)

in modern verse, he is the wealthiest man in shelter island and one of the wealthiest in the world. korin is the CEO of midas holdings, a huge corporation that owns many smaller corporations and businesses, though his largest is midas' consulting company (name tbd). the derege family is old money. they have been around for centuries, said to be composed of a long line of men who ruled their fiscal domain — and family legacy — with an iron fist.

he is also, secretly, a five thousand year old dragon. very few people know this, as it is a dangerous secret given the fact that dragons were hunted to extinction so thoroughly that they faded into legend. nowadays, he and his son carry charms that trick those with magical creature-sense, giving off the essence of human phoenix sorcerers rather than draconic ones.

korin, like fletch, is near-universally feared, though unlike them he is very rarely loved. he is well-known to be classist, catholic in a bigoted way, and homophobic. he rules his family like his company: iron fist, hard delegation, everyone serving a role. his wife, charlie, hasn't spoken a word in over a decade and has largely faded into the background. he had a daughter, but she died. his son, keon, is the sole inheritor of the family's legacy, and korin has his claws deep into the boy's life — keon was created and molded to be an extension of his father.

speaking to korin derege tends to feel like being pulled apart and scrutinized from all sides. it's common to feel uneasy around him, as if he could snap at any second and verbally berate you for simply existing. the presence of other people is an inconvenience at best. but his people follow him staunchly: so long as they perform their role properly, they know their lives will always be bountiful. and it feels good to be on his good side.

in fantasy verses, korin leads the midas trading company, the largest shipping empire in xyz coolworldname. he often serves as a close advisor to an emperor or king, though even in magic-forward worlds his draconic identity is a secret.

touchstones: logan roy, fire lord ozai, omni-man, dracula (castlevania)

allies: keon derege (until a character arc turning point), amari fletch & the unseen (tensely), peter lukas (old-money shitfamily pals), riposte alaric (recipient of korin's sponsorship at school), adeodatus damiana (privately)(?) enemies: adeodatus damiana (publicly/politically), rival mafia clans, competing corporations, most people with a conscience, anyone who cares about keon

ADEODATUS DAMIANA (he/him)

ahhhhh, the politician. see, here's the thing about adeo: he hates politicians. he hates politics. at least, the way they are right now. see, you get together a group of people and put them on a patch of land and they have to live together somehow. they form a society. but in a society, you need to figure out the rules: what's okay to do, what's not okay to do, what happens if you do something that's not okay, how rule-breaking is punished, how rules are regulated... et cetera. so you create a form of law enforcement and you create leaders. every group has a leader. usually a few leaders, so that one guy doesn't get all the power and go wild with it. voilà: politicians are created.

but here's the thing about politicians: somewhere along the line, they stopped caring about the city as a whole. the started really caring about themselves, and about money. the only way to have a lot of money is for other people to have very little. an extreme cannot exist without its opposite. if everyone could be rich and comfortable, nobody would be, right? and because these guys helped make the rules, they thought, of course i should be rich and comfortable, i'm important.

but adeodatus grew up poor. the part of the city he's from has been abandoned by law and government. infrastructure stopped getting funded: dilapidated buildings full of asbestos and hazardous debris, roads broken up and riddled with potholes, entire districts dominated by gangs of technomancers, and behind it all, the fucking unseen, profiting from the chaos — scooping up people with nothing left to live for and making foot-soldier criminals out of them. but every group needs a leader, right, so what happens when yours abandons you? that's what we in the biz call a power vacuum. when a leader steps away, another takes his place, and in the outer ring of shelter island, that vacuum was filled by the mafia. no one else had enough influence, money and power to enforce some form of order.

so now you have a whole half of the city where the little guys live in fear of their shops and homes being smashed up if they don't pay their protection dues — or worse, the folks they love being hurt, killed, one by one. they get desperate. they can't get a job in the ring, because no one pays well enough. they can't go to city-proper for work, because they can't afford to look nice enough to get hired and commuting would drain what little funds they have left. so they start to steal. they're honest men, they are, but they have nothing left — no one will reach out a hand and say here's some stability, so you can rest.

two-thirds of the wealth in this city goes uncirculated. it sits in the hoards of a handful of people who — in adeo's honest judgement — are not always evil diabolical villains, they started out the same way as everyone else. they just got lucky, right? and they wanted to hold onto that luck, that stability, so they grew it and grew it and grew it, and now it's a machine that churns out good fortune.

all adeo wants to do is work with these people to create a little more balance. all he wants to do is reduce the suffering that leads to people feeding the umbral machine, people being led blind into the tower's maw and coming out with blood on their hands. give them a chance to catch up, get jobs, make jobs, get one good night of goddamn sleep. feed their kids without risking their lives to do it. turn the ring into a place where you can ask for help and get it. just redistribute a tiny bit of that unused money — he promises, you won't miss it.

TL;DR: whoops — sorry, got into campaign speech mode there. i hope that gives you a general idea of what adeo's all about: he's a socialist politician primarily focused on creating better social security programs and funding for the impoverished areas of the city by redistributing wealth. however, at the same time, he makes behind-the-curtain handshake deals with the very corporation owners he publicly opposes so that he remains friends with everyone. we can all have a slice if we just work together about it. adeo's point of view on life is that everyone, somewhere deep down, wants to do the right thing for them and those they care about.

his major campaign circuit ran five years ago after he baptized himself and left a life of crime. alas, his opposition to umbra/the unseen (the one organization he couldn't come to an agreement with) led to an assassination attempt that caused a house fire, killing his fiancée and causing him to flee the country — never to be seen again. there were three days of riots in the ring after his exit, colloquially called the exile riots. he left the city as a martyr, and not without igniting a spark of hope in the people he swore to protect. many of the ring's citizens still wait with bated breath for his return.

touchstones: zahir (lok), all might (mha), apollo, [the rest are spoilers for other aspects of him that aren't public knowledge]

allies: genuinely Most People but especially those who have been personally victimized by the unseen/the mafia/crime in general/rich people, korin derege (privately)(?) enemies: amari fletch, persephone aisa (if you know you know) IMPORTANT NOTE: adeo is a tricky character. there are darker aspects of him that i keep hidden because i like immersion and it's always a fun mystery to weave for folks, but would never keep a partner in the dark ooc without their explicit consent.

[persy-r-bozo]

HI PERSY!! It's been awhile since I've shown up here :) Just wanted to stop by and say "Thank you!" in the words of Doll.. Me! You've been incredibly supportive of me since you've started following and made me SERIOUSLY APPREICIATE Ocs a lot better?? Not that I've ever found original created content anything less than impressive but your little characters dance around inside my brain. With that being said besides you generally inspiring me with your character story building/development I wanted to ask if you've had anything on your mind lately? How are you doing mentally? Feel free to take time to talk about whatever. I love checking up on you and since I've not done so in awhile I'm showing up now! Don't feel forced to reply right away :D I love you so much <33 Keep your chin up buddy. I'll always be here for you!

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I'm doing alright lately its spring is arriving were I am and I'm very happy about it!!

How about some silly oc voice claims (Im so happy you like my lads!! it makes me so happy) These are kinda random some names i havent even fully mentioned lmao (Plus i might change the voice claims later???)

Lunett And Lunett 2 - Bambis mom and Moominmama! (She has 2 because she was heavily inspired by these two and i couldn't pick between them)

Kiran! -Dean Iron giant

Satyr!! - raggedy Andy

Bale! - 90s Snufkin

Dewdrop!! - Peggy lee (Peg lady and the tramp)

Umbra! - Fenneko!

Wilt!! - Wheatly portal

Excalibur!! -electracy DHMIS.

Thank you doll for checking up on me! your a sweetheart and you deserve the world!!! i hope your day is good and well!