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fluffytheocelot · 9 months ago

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Okay, I saw your screencap redraw, and as someone else who's *obsessed* with Carmen's parents, I had to take you up on that offer. So, consider this ask license to infodump your thoughts on them! :)

AGH ok so-

Carmen's parents have a LOT of potential narrative-wise, and I really hope one day we'll see more of them in canon. (Maybe comics like the showrunner talked about before?)

Like how in the world did they meet??? Cause idk i feel like Carlotta disappeared way too easily to have just been a civilian. I think she was a thief too, not VILE, she only steals when she needs to, for one reason or another.

this is getting long oops- under the cut!

I think they happened to be going after the same thing, at the same time, and hoo boy do they not get along lol. Turns out Carlotta (telling Dexter her name is Vera Cruz. He does not believe her) had agreed to steal the whatever-it-is in exchange for an under-the-radar trip somewhere else.

They make a deal: Dexter gets her there, and he gets to keep the prize. Yay, roadtrip!

Cue rivals-to-friends-to-lovers speedrun lmao

Some time passes after that (during which they continue to see each other) and many months later they discover oops they made a Carmen

Dexter begins making his much longer trips away from VILE (wanting to support his partner with their unborn kid as much as he can) and starts the process of leaving. When Carmen is born, his trips away get longer and VILE finally catches wind of what's happening, and you know the rest.

AHH ok headcanons about each:

Dexter

definitely shares a lot of personality traits with Carmen. Even just from what we saw during Shadowsan's flashback, they are so so similar :( The two combined chaos energies probably would've driven Carlotta up a wall lmao

woulda been a fantastic girl dad. this man would have sat thru tea parties and played barbies with little Carmen and LOVED IT

dad jokes. that is all.

probably also a very high energy/troublemaking kid, like Carmen

Seriously I picture him and Carmen being super close if he'd survived.

idk i think it'd be funny that this master thief that is 1/5th of the leadership of a massive and ancient crime organization is an absolute dorky dad lmao

was gonna ask Carlotta to marry him after he escaped. but. well.. yk.

Was gonna pick Shadowsan to take his place on the faculty anyway

knows guitar, and probably would've taught carmen how to as well.

is it a universal dad thing to enjoy Jimmy Buffet music or is that just my dad??? Idk either way he vibes. Carlotta has a video of him softly strumming a guitar with baby Carmen in his lap and singing "Little Miss Magic" to her ;-;

also enjoys AC/DC, Black Sabbath, Guns n Roses, all that kinda stuff. Probably projecting my own dad a bit but oh well

As much as he'd hate he couldn't be there for Carmen when she was growing up, I think he'd be glad she at least had Shadowsan looking out for her :)

He would be so proud of everything Carmen has done and accomplished ;-;

Carlotta

its probably been said before, but Carlotta definitely started up the orphanage in Buenos Aires hoping Carmen would end up in it at some point.

Carmen inherited thief skills from both parents idc. Carlotta definitely gave Dexter a run for his money lol

looks a lot like carmen, but with green eyes instead of gray, and more brown hair than Carmen's red/auburn.

also the parent carmen got her freckles from (BC Carmen had em when she was little, and she spent a lot of time out in the sun!! I will die on the Carmen having faint freckles hill dangit!)

also bi. idk these two give bi4bi vibes.

more likely to get into a fistfight out of the two of them ("Carlotta, no!" "Carlotta YES" *cut to Dexter desperately trying to hold her back* "CARLOTTA PLEASE WE'RE TRYING NOT TO GET CAUGHT")

Upon reuniting with and getting to know Carmen, she's very much reminded of Dexter. She'd be all too happy to tell her stories of Dexter.

definitely also has a bit of a mischief streak too.

absolutely did NOT put up with Dexter's nonsense at first lol

was initially terrified of what Dexter would think when she told him they were gonna be parents, but was quickly reassured when the next time Dexter came back from VILE he had armloads of baby stuff from around the world.

Probably has a big extended family but after Dexter's death and Carmen disappears, she gets distant with them. After reuniting with Carmen though, accidentally runs into a family member with her and they're like "wait is that her?? She's alive??" and just like that Carmen has managed to acquire ANOTHER family lol.

Absolutely thrilled to learn Carmen wasn't alone all those years and immediately just adopts Zack, Ivy, and Player lol

Probably a little hesitant about Shadowsan at first, given that he was supposed to assassinate Dexter and did actually take her daughter to VILE, but eventually they're chill and he tells her stories of Black Sheep's antics. Meanwhile Carmen is in the background begging him not to lol.

I think once she got over her distrust of Shadowsan and got to know him, and sees how close he and Carmen are, she'd be glad that he was there for Carmen when Dexter couldn't be.

ARGHSH I have plans for them in many AUs lol. I'll get around to actually enacting em someday XD

#this was literally so much fun thank you for the ask!#also sorry it took so long I meant to finish this way sooner but got horrifyingly busy with school :(#fluffytheocelot #ask floof #carmen sandeigo 2019 #dexter wolfe #carlotta valdez #vera cruz

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polar-equinoxx · 2 years ago

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A fic masterlist! Finally!

And here is my ao3 account :D

Take your pick, all of these are sfw, full of fluff or angst and definitely hurt/comfort; and are rated either gen or teen^^

More detailed summaries added underneath each one and oh my god this post is so long

featuring the main two of all of these bc why the hell not

Oh and the series on ao3 is linked in the headings of each sector :)

I will be updating this whenever I write more fics, so keep watch XD

☁️The heavens told me that clouds have been grey

all of my icemav fics! So guaranteed smooches <3 none of them link to each other unless they are in a seperate series ^^

find the masterlist here! yes I made a seperate post its because there are so many of them quq

🌟Canons shoot ships but not this one

all of my fics that could fit into the canon timeline, (featuring an occasional icemav smooch cus lets be for real they did probably kiss at least once)

find the masterlist here! yes I made a seperate post for this too lmao

Long-fics (5k or above)

🍁Hot Summer Nights to Cold Winter Days (18k words, 10 chapters split between two works)

Rated Teen, with fluff and a genourous amount of angst and hurt/comfort

When Goose and his pilot were allowed to go to Top Gun, then Ice couldn’t think of anything better. Only until he’d seen Maverick and fallen head over heels in love with him. That July Saturday had changed everything, Goose had gone, and Maverick had fallen into a deep dark pit, and Ice, wanting to look out for Maverick, had dived straight in after him, unwilling to let his wingman get stuck there. Ice promised Maverick he’d go to the ends of the earth with him, and that is what he would do, even if it meant they’d both hurt.

❄️Returning to You (25k words, 15 chapters)

❄️ Letters : Epilogue (1.5k words)

Rated Teen, a lot of angst. Seriously. But a lot of hurt comfort to make up for it :,) Oh yeah, the amnesia is the cause of the angst..

In the months after Goose’s death, Maverick has been forging a deep friendship with Iceman. So deep, in fact it feels like nothing could come between them, even though he hasn’t been entirely honest about exactly how he is feeling. It’s hard to do, but it only seems to get harder when a scouting mission takes a turn for the worse.

��Galloping into the Cold (5k+ words, completely a wip, 3 chapters right now)

Rated Teen, angst, fluff hurt-comfort, medieval au, they ride horses.

Thomas Kazansky, nicknamed Ice for the personality that isn’t even his; feels like he’s stuck in his pampered posh life. That’s until he falls off his horse and meets Peter Mitchell and realises he might have a chance to be something other than his surname.

🌙 when the human strokes your skin, that is when you let them in (29k words, 14 chapters)

Rated Teen, angst hurt/comfort and secretive mutual pining with miscommunication sprinkled on top

Top Gun. Top Gun! Maverick had only gone and actually done it, and it would be the best five weeks of his life, for sure. If only there wasn’t a distraction with the name of Iceman. Anyway, he was so relieved that he was going to do it and win that trophy with Goose. But many things don’t go to plan.

🌹Roses (5k words, a 4+1)

Rated Teen, angst, unrequited love, a lot of valentines days, pining and eventual fluff

Nobody in Iceman’s life has meant more to him than Pete Mitchell does. He’s dangerous and annoying but incredibly cute, and Ice thinks if he looks at him one more time with that smile of his, his legs are going to give out under him. Try as he might, he can’t say anything to address the crush he has on him. // Or, the four times Ice wants to admit to Maverick that he loves him and the one time he does.

🧊Not Enough (11k words, a 5+1)

Rated teen, angst, self doubt, abusive parents, mutual pining and eventual fluff

Iceman has been told one way or another and all through his life that he's not good enough, for whatever that may be. He dreads turning out even the slightest bit like his father, and he'll do everything in his power to stop himself from becoming like him. / Or, five ways people say to Ice that he's not enough and the one time he says it.

🐎Heaven In Your Eyes (WIP, 2 chapters at 3k)

They r cowboys, no-one dies, (!?!), they ride horses, with pining, fluff and friends to lovers

Thomas Kazansky is the notorious peace-maker of the new place in Colorado the people call Durango. Pete Mitchell was supposed to be passing it on his way to California, but the small town seemed nice enough to stay for while. For some reason, their paths keep crossing, but Pete, as rebellious as he is, doesn't mind. / Or, a western icemav fic that takes place in 1886

❤️‍🩹Goose lives AU (Goose lives and there's no such thing as DADT)

❤️‍🩹Seasick (1632 words)

Rated Teen, sickfic, hurt/comfort A mission is flown, the mission is successful, but a certain Pete Maverick Mitchell is seasick. Badly.

❤️‍🩹Saved by Sickness (2037 words)

Rated Teen, sickfic, hurt/comfort, this is how Goose lives lol The thing about Iceman is that he never gets sick. Or at least he thought he didn’t. Most of the time it was just a cold. Most of the time he jut felt a little bit more tired for a couple of days, then he was back to normal. This was not one of those times, as he's about to find out.

❤️‍🩹Spur of the Moment (3788 words)

Rated Teen, with fluff, pining, Goose and Slider embarrassing both Ice and Mav, and no DADT cus who am I to do that??? Maverick is about to fall asleep standing. He's so tired that the last thing he's going to be thinking about is what comes out of his mouth. Especially if it's 'baby'. Especially if it's to his wingman. Or, Maverick calls Ice 'baby' for the first time.

🕊Angelus AU (The icemav boys are angels, but that isn't normal)

🕊Growing Pains (1494 words)

Rated Teen, patching up injuries, angst, post-argument, hurt/comfort He doesn’t know how he gets to his bathroom, but once he reaches a point that lets him lift his head up to try and see his back in the mirror, he’s immediately chucked into a pit of horror and disbelief. “Oh god-” His wings were growing. God dammit of course they had to choose tonight to start.

🕊Cold Wings (2137)

Rated Teen, patching up injuries, fluff, hurt/comfort

The good news? Ice was there. / The bad news? There was blood all over his back and he was about to collapse over the sink. / “Oh jesus christ-” Maverick says as he shuts the door behind him and goes straight over to him, dropping the towel on the floor. || Or, Ice's wings decide to appear at a very awkward time.

🌠Shooting Stars (A small series where the icemav both stargazed as kids and Maverick dated Charlie beforehand)

🌠Starboard Half Light (3104 words)

Rated Gen, with pining, and hurt/comfort

It had been such a tiring day, and so emotionally charged too, so why was Maverick still wide awake? It seemed like the only option he had left was to go see Iceman, his newly titled wingman. Hopefully he was awake. Maverick just wanted to talk to someone. Or, Maverick and Iceman talk on the starboard side of the USS Enterprise for the entire night

🌠Shooting Stars (1886 words)

Rated Teen, a lot of kissing and pining. So much kissing seriously.

Maverick has always loved stargazing, ever since he was a kid. He has also had a crush on Iceman ever since he laid eyes on him. So what better to do than go stargazing with him, right?

🌠Afterglow (1635 words)

Rated Teen, hurt/comfort obviously with mentions of guilt tripping and Mav's past relationship with Charlie

“I- I promised…” “Hey, hey… you don’t have to be s-” “Yes I do,” Maverick interrupts him. “I promised her I wouldn’t because she’d- she…” She? “Who, Mav?” Or, Maverick wakes up in the middle of the night and tries to hide the nightmare he's just had from Ice, because he knows what will happen if he tells him.

#ms tg #ms fanfics #if you're reading this then beware the long post!!!#but if you're reading this then how was the long post?#and here are the tags for all of these!#ms hsntcwd #ms rty #ms gitc #ms wthsystiwylti #ms hiye #ms angelus au #ao3 #masterlist #fic masterlist #top gun fanfiction #fanfic

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kristiemewisstan · 7 months ago

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The Tortured Poets Department Unhinged First Listen Review:

Fortnight-

NEEDS MORE POSTY, we love a “I wanna kill her”, this one MIGHT BE about Matty Healy lol “I touched you for only a fortnight”

The Tortured Poets Department-

“WHO USES TYPEWRITERS ANYWAY” YOU BITCH ITS YOU LOL, Charlie Puth name drop 🤨 oh god so many name drops, THIS BRIDGE, not the wedding ring…

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys-

THERE WAS A LITANY OF REASONS WHY WE SHOULDVE PLAYED FOR KEEPS THIS TIME my jaw literally dropped the entire last verse

Down Bad-

“Everything comes up teenage petulance” this one is cringy but in a way I love, Taylor Is Very Much A Down Bad Girlie

So Long, London-

this song is tachycardic I PROMISE I MADE THIS JOKE BEFORE “STOPPED CPR”, two graves one gun I SWORE THAT YOU LOVED ME BUT WHERE WAS THE CLUES damn she’s really sad to lose London huh

But Daddy I Love Him-

this would have a cool music video “she’s was chaos he was revelry” this is if red and the 1975 had a child that’s the vibe

Fresh Out the Slammer-

Okay so this is the “I just realized how bad this relationship truly was and thank god I’m out of it”, okay the weird slow down stuff wasn’t my favorite thing

Florida!!!-

I’m cackling, THE FLORENCE VERSE IS SO GOOD I think that this is just a Florence and the machine song it sounds so like them

Guilty as Sin?-

Okay this is the first one I’ve been like “oooooo I really like this one” “what if I roll the stone away, they’re gonna crucify me anyway” DAMN some religious imagery will always get me right in the trauma

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?-

This one has a lot of the brain scratching pauses “don’t you worry folks we took out all her teeth” oof this song is just really angry

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)-

Cowboy Like Me but they don’t end up happy, okay “good boy” made me giggle so apparently in a 12 year old boy

loml-

PIANO! WANT IVE WANTED THE WHOLE TIME “still alive, killin time at the cemetery, never quite buried” I’m getting a gun and flying to London, I swear “TALKING RINGS AND TALKING CRADLES 🤨” JOE ALWYN FOUND DEAD IN A DITCH “THE LOSS OF MY LOVE” COUNT YOUR DAYS JOSEPH 💀, this should’ve been track 5

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart-

hello production that is giving Barbie movie/80s vibes, this is the first one I’m certain was written recently like it was definitely written on tour, the peppy “cause I’m miserable!” Hurt Me but also same

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived-

THE BREATH ahhhhh PIANO! “I don’t even want you back I just want to know if rusting my sparkling summer was the goal” okay back half of the album is eating, THE PICKUP, SPEAK NOW VIBES BUT MOM IS OLDER AND MADDER

The Alchemy-

ok ok ok “I circled you on a map I haven’t come around in so long but I’m coming back so strong” fucking meant,👌 touchdown mention lmao, okay this is SO ABOUT TRAVIS 🥹🥰

Clara Bow-

Best production on the album in the first 10 seconds, BEAUTY IS THE BEAST THAT ROSE, WAIT WHAT????? “You look like Taylor Swift” yeah queen because you are lol, It’s so people can make the audio of her singing all the album names lmao

First Overall Listen- 7/10

I was getting nervous in the front half but the back half more than made up for it

The vibe was just off at the start and honestly that’s probably a me thing and will get better with further listens

The lyrics were amazing as always

Production was okay, some of the songs were perfect and some had me going 🤨

Charlie Puth

Top 3 in no particular order (apparently I like songs that hurt me):

Guilty as Sin?

loml

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

#the tortured poets department #ttpd #taylorswift #taylor swift #okay so like I kinda |didn’t like| it for the front half #and then Guilty as Sin?#and the album began eating

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maypearlss · 1 year ago

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𝐨𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐝𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

my #1 fear is that duke becomes the babygirl of tni!, because trust me guys, save it for logan and tommy. anyways, i both love and hate duke? he's super fun to write... and he's the worst. but he has his moments... but he sucks. the duality of blond men. i'm very curious to see what you guys will think of him! let's go!

despite duke's vicious presence on stage, his name has been synonymous with charisma from the moment he first walked in front of a crowd and dedicated overconsumption's hit song "red hot lovergirl" to his girlfriend, nona. fierce, charismatic, confident: that's duke strickland. or, at least, duke strickland as the world knows him. those around him know a much different story.

duke's devil-may-care attitude is, by and large, a mask meant to cover his insecurity. nobody really knows the cause of it—by all accounts, duke's wealthy, rock 'n' roll life is as easy of a ride as it possibly can be—but nevertheless, it's obvious to anyone who considers themselves close to him. it's no big deal; most people are insecure in some way. and, as everyone knows, duke is a nice guy. harmless.

isn't he?

𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⋆｡°✩

full name: duke alexander strickland

age: 22 (1985)–tbd

birthday: february 18th

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: heterosexual

ethnicity: white american

occupation: lead singer and guitarist for overconsumption

love interest(s): none

likes: nona, performing, attention, cheeseburgers with fries (with mustard, no ketchup), gaslighting may

dislikes: may, his siblings, open-toe shoes, being ignored, cats

height: 6'1

build: muscular, broad-shouldered

hair: long, wild, blond

skin: light, suntanned, with soft freckles

eyes: bright turquoise

noticeable features: a faint scar running vertically down his right cheek

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋆｡°✩

⋆ you could be mine - guns n' roses

⋆ i wanna be your man - l.a. guns

⋆ love gun - kiss

⋆ too fast for love - mötley crüe

⋆ kickstart my heart - mötley crüe

⋆ all in the name of - mötley crüe

⋆ detroit rock city - kiss

⋆ live wire - mötley crüe

⋆ it's so easy - guns n' roses

⋆ any way you slice it - kiss

⋆ wild side - mötley crüe

⋆ locomotive (complicity) - guns n' roses

⋆ bitch is back - l.a. guns

⋆ king of the mountain - kiss

𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 ⋆｡°✩

he's one of the middle children out of six and he routinely pretends that all five of his siblings do not exist, especially his oldest sister, barbi

he had red hair in my initial design for him before I decided on may having red hair instead

he hates being cold but he's cold 90% of every day

his nickname in my brain has been "duke dickhead" for as long as he's been a character

he was originally way more of a one-dimensional mustache-twirling "look at me, i'm so bad, let me evil laugh now" antagonist, but i think he's much more fun and interesting to write the way he is now

his arc is probably the one I'm the most excited to write

yeah, that's duke! he's such a problem :D my favorite thing about this post is that now that it's done, i can work on the posts for tommy my love <3 also, feel free to yell at me in the comments to actually work on plotting this, because my brain hasn't been braining recently and i need it LMAO

#oc : duke strickland #wip : the nona incident!#my wips #my ocs #writeblr #creative writing #oc intro #oc introduction #meet the oc #meet my ocs #wipsbymor

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tzyuki · 2 years ago

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I'm bored I'm gonna rant to you 😻🫂 , if you wanna rant please do.

So like tell me how, you're so freaking aesthetic 💫 like teach me your ways.. Cause your THEMES ARE ALWAYS PRETTY 😡 Like?!?! How can a theme be so Pretty..😶‍🌫️ but like I'm gonna give you some album concepts I think match you, because why not? :))

1 ━━━ DIMENSION : DILEMMA , ODYSSEUS VER.

Peek the Won pic 👀 , But idk something about this concept was like very fresh and fun to look at and you really match those vibes because it you do and I'm so smart.

2 ━━━ FEARLESS : BLUE CHYPRE VER.

Look at how pretty this concept is like !!!? It's a very Modern Mermaid vibe , and you give off Modern vibe and the kinda Mermaid fits in cause it's like a very unique theme and when I say unique you are literally unique cause like look at your theme. Look at your Headers AND LOOK AT YOUR INSTA AESTHETICS 😻 Like your theme / vibe is very unique and I love that.

3 ━━━ ROSE BLOSSOM : CONCEPT A

No cause I saw these concept photos and I SCREAMED. Like look how pretty they look 😪 now you may be wondering how I think this matches you, but like it just does if you a mystical creature you would be a fairy 🧚‍♀️ and look it's fairies right there.

hope you liked my thoughts on the themes that match you 🙈 , but now let me give you the song of the day and you can give me yours (ONLY IF YOU WANT) - So WhY by PurpleKiss I recommend you to listen to it if you haven't 😝 but like I'm pretty sure you know the group names well you have to for the FIRST YOU DEF HAVE TO. The second obvs your literally Yunjin,, But the 3rd group is Hi-Key 😻😻 Those photos are there first mini album coming out 1.05.2023 6 PM (KST) ofc had to give you the EXACT Date. I recommend you stream it when it comes out. I only have one more photo I can send of here's a jungwon.

I gave you a header bcus I don't like how single photos look by themselves 😔 but yess we love jungwon, but lmao ig this is the end sadly I'll back tm or at night again it depends 🙊 but bye bye jj. - ALAYANANAYANANA

ur ranting is so cute lyna! and OMG. FHEY WAY THOSE ENHA AND FIMMIE CONCEPTS ARE MY FAVS? LIKE ITS ON THE TOP OF MY FAV CONCEPTS ??? i don’t really listen to h1-key but i’ll listen to them soon! i rmb seeing their concept photos on tiktok and IT WQS SO PRETTYYY!!

here is my list of fav concepts . bc i will rant on too.

001. D:D, ODYSSEUS VER.

TOP TIERRRRR so cute, i love the beach theme it’s my fav.

002. ANTIFRAGILE, FROZEN AQUARIUM VER.

hello. it’s cute and blue. and aesthetic and EVERYTHING.

003. FEARLESS, BLUE CHYPRE VER.

ITS LITERALLY GIVIJG MERMAID

004. AFTER LIKE, VER 3 “IVE SUMMER”.

do i even have to explain. LIKE IT WAS SO CUTE I LOVED ALL THE GIRLS WITH THE CONCEPT AND THE SHORT FILM WAS SO GORGEOUS

005. THE CHAOS CHAPTER : FIGHT OR ESCAPE, FIGHT VER.

one thing abt me. I WILL EAT UP ANY SKATER CONCEPT.

006. NEWJEANS, PIN-UP BOOK.

i js think that. those one photos of the girls in the colored backgrounds was so pretty. ( ESP MY GILR HANNI?? LIKE . ate down with the cute little skirt and heart gems)

007. BORDER : CARNIVAL, HYPE VER.

i love love love love my little vampire decelis academy students. I LOVE SCHOOL CONCEPTS.

008. THE REVE FESTIVAL 2022, CAPRICCIOS VER.

oh my gawd. it was so pretty, i loved that pretty hat on seulgi and the whole set itself. it was so pretty.

009. RUSSIAN ROULETTE,

THE CHOKEHOLD ORANGE HAIR SEULGI HAS ON ME

010. THURSDAYS CHILD HAS FAR TO GO, END VER.

it should be placed in a museum. it’s actually too beautiful for that. it should be placed in the sky for everyone to see.

OKAY AND SONG OF THE DAY IS COFFEE BY MIGUEL.

I WISH I COULD PAINT OUR LOVE THESE MOMENTS AND VIBRANT HUES. WORDPLAY, TURNS INTO GUN PLAY AND GUNPLAY TURNS INTO PILLOW TALK.

#͏͏⏤ 🫂 tzyuki moots ¡!#͏͏⏤ ★ lyna ¡!#͏͏⏤ 🎙️pass the mic ¡!

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eldritchships · 1 year ago

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Olesborn

Olesborn is a custom F/O I was gifted in 2019, by a user who remade and now is no longer active. As such, the original posts with his information are deleted, although I still keep Olesborn as an F/O. Here is the original information, scavenged from old screenshots and reposted verbatim. (Disclaimer: If the aforementioned user ever returns, I will gladly take this post down if requested).

Name: Olesborn (pronounced All-es-born)

Age: Alien ages are weird and it's hard to pinpoint exactly the year but he's most definitely a matured adult, perhaps even middle aged to some.

Appearance: A tall, refined, bright red alien with two sets of narrow yellow eyes. His hair/tentacles on his head always look slicked back to make him look more...noble? I guess? A couple rows of teeth. VERY defined cheekbones if that's what you can even call them. They look like they could CUT. His other sets of teeth are retractable and come out when he's threatened (or just scared lmao). He wears a cape and the mf collar is POPPIN. Wears a black vest over a button up and his dark red boots, made of scaly creatures from another planet, have got HEELS.

Occupation: A conqueror in the Sennox empire. He's basically the one that rolls up like "Your planet and resources look pretty good. It would be a shame if someone were to........completely take over and use your resources for our cause without much care for the people."

Interests: Talk shows, the finer things in life, clean sheets!!! And wandering around admiring his work. He likes to walk around and take jabs at his prisoners just because he's feeling arrogant.

Info about him: Olesborn was born on a very insignificant planet with insignificant farmers that did only just enough to sustain the population on their cold little blip in space. A lord of the Sennox empire stopped to demand food and noticed the boy, and immediately took a liking to his curiousity about what the Empire was all about.

The lord, convinced he would be useful, gave his parents an ultimatum. Give me this boy and I will spare the planet. There were no qualms from Oles' parents, much to his horror. He knew he wasn't the most useful to those on the planet, because he often got sick from the climate, and he pled that he could do better from now on. One less mouth to feed, the colony agreed. His fascination with the Sennox empire faded immediately and he tried to fight. He was taken without much effort despite his protests, and he was enlisted as the low of the low in the military. He then rose in the ranks through devoted work, and became a high ranking commander with his own fleet of ships, which now raze colonies for all they can give. He is saving his home planet for last.

Olesborn is arrogant in every way of saying it. He gets bored if a hero tries to talk to him and he just has them shot mid-monologue because he is so tired of them TALKING. He speaks in a very formal tone and uses big words to seem more intelligent. For the most part his subordinates think he's really smart, but officers his rank or higher think he's just pretentious. He gets really giddy after a battle he wins, so don't be surprised if he bursts in to swing you around and dance with you while he hums his own little victory tune.

HE HAS TRIPPED ON HIS OWN CAPE MULTIPLE TIMES IN FRONT OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE. One soldier laughed and he had them executed with their own gun before pretending it never happened.

He's a stupid, affectionate man and would love to have you sit by his side while he holds you. If you pet his "hair" the little tentacles curl around your fingers because he's enjoying it. He purrs when he's being tended to affectionately, and will return the favour 10-fold.

HE LOVES [ELIJAH] A LOT AND WISHES FOR [ELIJAH] TO RULE THE EMPIRE WITH HIM SOMEDAY WHEN HE WORKS HIS WAY UP FURTHER

Misc:

His marriage ritual would be something similar to the one in Mass Effect where they partake in the bonding of the minds??? But instead of just becoming one for a short span of time, whenever your partner is in pain, you also feel phantom pains because of how closely you're bonded. It's really special!!! And probably comes from the same planet where he got his boots (Elvaron)

Sometimes Olesborn wears two sleeping masks for his two sets of eyes for bedtime. But he'll take them off if his partner's there, because he wants to be able to see them when he tries to sleep

He tries very hard to look smart and sophisticated, but toast popping out of the toaster would scare him so bad that all three rows of his teeth would come to the forefront out of momentary fear.

The man has this big glass dome in his throne room that has a door he can open. When it opens you can see out into space. He'll let his partner sit in his lap on his throne while he tells them about his plans, while the both of them look out at the beauty of space through the dome's roof.

He cannot cook.

#Starry Nights #I'm glad to have all this info somewhere easily accessible now! It was mostly in the mind bank

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tobbesdiscordkitten · 9 months ago

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1,4,8,16,21 girl lemme know about your answers!!! ❤️❤️❤️

AAHHH! Thank you so much for the ask, love 🥰 Hopefully my answers aren’t too messy, however, I probably did overthink each one lol.

1. If someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?

If someone wanted to understand my pessimistic soul they would need to read Fyodor Dostoevsky, Stephen King, and lots of historical fiction/nonfiction works. On top of this, they would need to read DC comic books such as Batman and the Joker AND read magazines about celebrities/films.

As far as movies go I’ll list some of my all-time favorites: The Shining, Terminator 2: Judgement Day, Ghost Rider, Moulin Rouge, Mean Streets, The Godfather: Part 2, JFK, Last Night in SoHo, and The Great Dictator. Sometimes the sequels are better (based on this list) 😅 But when I was younger I used to watch a lot of horror movies (Chucky, Friday The 13th, A Nightmare On Elm Street, Halloween, Scream, Paranormal Activity, Saw, etc.) then I got out of that phase and started watching a lot of Sylvester Stallone and Arnold Schwarzenegger action films like Rambo and Commando, until I started watching more contemporary cinema a few years ago. My film tastes have been all over the place…

My music taste is even worse lmao. People would definitely need to listen to Lana Del Rey, specifically her Dark Paradise song. Other artists/bands would include Tears for Fears, Queen, Mötley Crüe, Subvision, Oasis, Billie Eilish, and Ghost. Below I’ll list a few other songs that resonate with me deeply on a personal level:

• Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood

• Congratulations - Post Malone

• Talking Body - Tove Lo

• In This Darkness - Clara La San

• Hey Now! - Oasis

• American Trash - Innerpartysystem

• Mad World - Gary Jules

• She’s Electric - Oasis

• Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen

All in all I’m mostly a pop/punk-rock kid who grew up listening to a wide range of genres. I had artists like Rihanna, Katy Perry, Taylor Swift, Bruno Mars, Adele, Lady Gaga, and Nicki Minaj play on the car radio everyday before going to school. Then my older sister would share her music with me and my brother, and she listened to bands like The All-American Rejects, Green Day, Three Days Grace, Panic! at the Disco, and Evanscence. My father even played his ‘80s music around the house which included Journey, Van Halen, Simple Minds, and Guns N’ Roses. As long as the songs are catchy I like a variety of different music. And I only have my family to thank for broadening my musical palette 🖤

4. Do you like your name? Is there another name you think would fit you better?

My real name? Not really. It’s too simple. I do like how it’s spelled differently tho, granted people often mispronounce it. As for my Tumblr name (Cine)? I like it better than my actual name. Idk…if I had to change my real name I would switch it to Dimitri or something.

8. What musical artists have you most felt connected to over your lifetime?

Since I’m an old soul I connect a lot with Lana Del Rey. I LOVE how her aesthetic is vintage Hollywood glamour mixed in with 1950s-1970s Americana. I favor those time periods more than the one I’m currently living in. Her music speaks to me and I’m grateful to have found her in my life.

16. If you’d grown up in a different environment, do you think you’d have turned out the same?

I don’t think any of us would tbh. The environment we grew up in shapes us and if that changes then we change, either for the better or for the worse, depending on how good or bad the situation is. The environment I grew up in was not perfect, but was it downright horrible? No. However, I was sheltered and it did cause me to form attachment issues and daddy issues well into my adulthood.

21. Do you love easily?

Yes 😆 Sometimes I love people a little too much lol. What’s funny is, if I look at someone, my gut instincts immediately tell me if they are a good or bad person, based on the feelings they provoke at first glance. If I feel weary of someone then I won’t have a good impression of them, but if it’s the complete opposite, then I’ll trust that person with my whole heart. It’s weird.

Phew…thanks again for the ask! 🫶🏻

✨Identity Crisis Ask Game✨

#asks #answered asks #ask game #a little bit about me #cine has spoketh

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justcallmenikki7 · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction To: You Break Them Out of Jail

Mafia!Au

Summary: your mafia boyfriend ends in jail and you break them out of jail

Warnings: mafia au, shooting, death, badass!reader, crack, sexual undertones, the maknae causing ruckus, slight dom!reader (NO SMUT! It was just undertone towards jimin), and yeah, language.

Request:

Mind if I request A BTS mafia au reaction to their gf breaking em out of jail? Idk why but I rlly wanna see how u'd write this & I've seen so many things about how badass the mafia au males are (no hate, most of them are hella cool) so...how bout a BTS (mafia ofc) reaction to their gf being a badass? (Any scenario, etc I don't really mind)

W.C: 2.3K

Notes: wow, this was different in terms of writing about the reader being badass instead of being innocent lmao. I hope you all enjoy it! Also, I combined the two requests in this since they were similar to one another!

Jin:

Jin was not even worried about his supposed ‘time’ in prison during court. He knew that his smirk that he held during court infuriated both the judge and district attorney. He was sadistically pleased when the district attorney showed irritation when he asked, “why are you so happy? Are you happy from all of the murders and violence you have caused? Are you that sick in the head?”

Jin did not reply, but only gave him a wink and smirk.

Now, sitting in a prison cell, counting down the time until you came and broke him out of prison. When he heard commotion from down the wall, he knew it was time. Going to stand at the bars, he wrapped his hands around the bars, casually leaning so he can play the role of acting ‘suspicious’ on why there are gun shots being fired and people screaming. Once he saw your long hair and heard your voice ordering commands at his gang, he could not help but feel both turned on and in love.

“Where’s Kim Seokjin’s cell?” You demanded, gripping the collar of the guard.

“Fifth cell on the left,” he stuttered out, whimpering when he felt Taehyung’s gun being pressed to the side of his head.

Once you got in front of your husbands’ cell, you could not help but smile. “You look hot in a jumpsuit,” you winked at him.

When the jail cell opened, Jin brought you into him and gave you a deep, passionate kiss. Even though the two of you have been away from one another for two days, he still missed you like crazy.

“Hey, hyung, we gotta go or unless you want to be charcoal in t-minus five minutes, your choice.” Jungkook spoke sarcastically, leaned up against the wall casually, looking down at his watch.

“Watch it, Maknae.”

He was only answered with a bunny smile.

Yoongi:

Yoongi was leaned up against the wall outside, watching all of the other prisoners either play basketball or lift weights. He knew some of them, having ran into them on the streets or have done business with them, but that does not mean he is going to be buddies with them. The other ones, the ones he did not know, he found comical. From how they walked with such confidence and smugness, boasting about how what they did is worse than others to end up in prison.

Playing with the bracelet you got him for your second anniversary, he waited patiently for you. He knew that you were planning on how to break him out of this hell hole. So, when he saw a drome fly over the prison fence, he could not be filled with pride, knowing that his queen was saving him, something he found funny.

“What the fuck is that?” He heard the guards ask each other, but to be only answered by getting shot, the drome that Jungkook built having guns attached to it.

Screaming filled the outside, along with grenades going off.

Turning to look towards the explosion, he saw you walk out with a lady guard, gun pressed to her head as she led you to Yoongi. Once you saw him, you shot the guard, throwing her to the ground before you ran to your husband. When you got close enough, you jumped into Yoongi’s arms, legs wrapping around his waist.

“I fucking hate you, you know that?” Was the first thing you asked and the one thing that made Yoongi’s heart skip a beat happily.

“I know,” Yoongi smirked, taking your gun from you so he can get the both of you out of the shit hole of a prison.

Hoseok:

What scared the underground world the most is how equally crazy you and Hoseok are. Truthfully, the judge and district attorney, along with the police department were terrified when the newbie arrested Jung Hoseok and took him to court. He, obviously, was not warned about the one and only, Jung Hoseok.

Sitting through the whole trial with a blank, but deadly expression on his face, Hoseok was silent. He knew that the judge was terrified of him, which Hoseok found funny, playing with the old man by staring at him with a blank expression every time the judge and him made eye contact. Everyone in the court room that they will eventually be meeting their death soon from how they were going against the mafia boss.

Laying down on the uncomfortable bed, Hoseok stared blankly at the ceiling, messing with his rings. A terrified scream was what alerted him, but the laugh that followed after it had Hoseok’s heart soaring.

“Princess,” he whispered, but then scowled. “What the fuck is she doing?” He asked himself in disbelief.

“She is breaking your dumbass out of prison. Unless, you enjoy the bed and shitty food, then forget about it,” you answered sarcastically, arms crossed over your chest.

“Dumbass? Better watch your mouth princess,” Hoseok warned, smirk on his face as he walked up the bars.

“Fucking gross you guys, just unlock the jail cell and lets go before the swat gets here,” Yoongi groaned, shooting a guard.

Once you opened the cell, Hoseok brought you in, breath fanning across your neck, “Just wait until we get home.”

Looking up at him, a smile on your face. “Can’t wait,” you replied, kissing his lips sweetly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And he did.

Namjoon:

You walked into the prison, dressed in a pair of skintight jeans, black knee length boots, black blouse, and your hair curled tightly. A confident smirk was on your lips as you walked up to the window with the front desk lady sitting behind the window.

“How can I help you?” The lady asked bored, not looking up from her phone.

Rolling your eyes, you pulled your gun out from the back of your pants, cocking it, catching the lady’s attention. “Where is Kim Namjoon?” You demanded. Trying to call for back up, you shot her straight in the heart, sighing. “Dumbass.”

“Noona! You gotta chill,” Jimin teased, “I know you miss your Da—”

Slapping him, “watch it, Jiminie, or you’ll be in trouble yourself.” You whispered into his ear, drawing a whimper from the boy.

“We got the guards covered, the door is unlocked, here’s the key to his cell.” Hoseok ran up to you, handing you the keys.

“Thanks, Hoseokie.” You smiled, turning to look behind you, “Kookie, cover my ass!” You yelled, running to Namjoon, Jungkook right behind you.

“Kitten? Is that you?” You heard Namjoon call out, making your heart race. Stopping in front of his cell, you could not help but to tear up. Not seeing him for a week, you were emotional and missed your fiancé. “Don’t cry baby, I’m here now.” Unlocking his cell, you jumped into his arms, clinging onto him. “God, I’ve missed you.” Namjoon sighed, nuzzling your head, kissing the top of it. “Let’s go home.”

Jimin:

Jimin cringed at the food in front of him, even if you can call it that. “I’d rather starve than eat this shit,” he muttered to himself, pushing the tray away from him.

The sound of the lunchroom’s doors being slammed opened and two gunshots ringing throughout the room caught everyone’s attention. Commotion rose when two guards were shot, silencing the whole room. Heels clicked against the ground, a familiar sound to Jimin.

“Where is Park Jimin?” Your voice demanded, a beautiful sound to Jimin. Seokjin’s hand pointing towards the short man had you smiling brightly, relief flooding through your body at the sight of your boyfriend.

“What the fuck is this?” A prisoner demanded, standing up from his table.

Your smile turned into a scowl, eyes glaring at the male. “What does it matter to you, asshole?”

“You’re just breaking out your boyfriend, who in fact, is a murder and drug lord instead of the innocent ones? This is bullshit.” He yelled, stalking towards, only to be stopped by Taehyung and Jungkook.

Raising your gun, you shot the man in the head, annoyed by him. This caught everyone else’s attention. “Now, if anyone has a problem with this, then feel free to stand up and make your point. If not, then good for you for wanting to stay alive.”

Feeling an arm around your waist and the person leading you out of the lunchroom, you left the prison. “You being dominant and badass is a real turn on,” Jimin said, bringing a chuckle out of you.

“I was actually nervous as fuck.”

Taehyung:

Taehyung felt disgusting.

Normally, he is dressed in name brand designer clothes, such as Gucci. Right now, he is dressed in cheap jumpsuits, something that he can tell is irritating his skin. Picking at the clothes in the washrooms, he shivered in disgust at the stain that was on it. “Unsanitary,” he mumbled, shaking his head in disappointment.

Touching his face, he looked at himself in the cracked mirror, frowning once again at how dry his skin is. The sound of someone tapping on the window caught his attention. Looking up at the window that was displayed above the lockers, Taehyung saw your face pop out from the corner. He saw your eyes crinkle, a tell-tale sign of you smiling.

“Oh God, please tell me that she’s wearing a harness.” He prayed, wanting you to be secured in the harness you are obviously wearing to hang on the side of the building.

He saw you motion back, to which he did. Next thing he knew was the glass breaking, making him cringe at the sound, knowing that it caught the attention of guards. But what was surprising none came.

“Namjoon gassed the hallways, and Jimin cut off the cameras.” You answered his thoughts. “But, I am here to save you, Romeo!” You joked, throwing rope through the window for him to use to climb through the window.

“I’m coming, Juliet!” Taehyung laughed, shaking his head. Once the two of you climbed to the top of the building, he pulled you in for a hug.

“Oh!” You said excitedly, you grabbed the backpack from Yoongi, “Here’s some clothes to change in to.”

“You know me so well,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Jungkook:

As the guard was shoving Jungkook down the hallway to his cell, Jungkook could not help but to laugh.

“what the fuck are you laughing at, Jeon?” The guard demanded, shoving the mafia lead even harder from behind.

“Oh, just knowing that you are going to be dying soon.” Jungkook answered, smirking at the fact that the guard did not shove him again.

“Is that a threat, punk?” The guard demanded, but the underlying fear was evident in his voice, satisfying Jungkook.

“No, it is a promise.”

And true to his word, the sound of explosions coming from Block A caught their attention, only the reactions different. Jungkook was holding a proud smirk, knowing that you were behind this and the guard held the look of terror. Trying to reach someone over the walkie talkie, he did not realize that Jungkook was getting away.

“Fuck! Jeon get back here, now!”

As Jungkook was running down the hallway, he was hit with a bullet in the back of his shoulder, knocking him down to the ground. Jungkook let out a ‘fuck!’ from the pain he felt. The side door opened, revealing you standing with your hair in a messy bun and dust covering your face.

“Fuck no,” you growled from seeing your boyfriend on the ground, a bullet wound evident. Seeing the guard running towards you guys, you quickly took your gun out of your holster, pointing accurately at the guard before shooting him in the chest once and then the head for good measure.

“Why am I the one always getting shot,” your boyfriend groaned in irriation, “this is the second time this month.” He complained.

“Well, if you weren’t such a dumbass, then we wouldn’t be in this position.” You countered back.

“Stop being right,” Jungkook grumbled.

“I love you too, babe.”

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glassessence · 3 years ago

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PGR - OC

I got so inspired by everyone’s creativity that I created my own OC ^^” Even though she’s a member of the Purifying Force, I hope she’ll still be received warmly. Special thanks to @punishing-gray-raven-ocs for their detailed posts about character creation that really made me think about Lydias!

Warning: I may have gone a bit overboard with the detail. It’s a long read! Also, I threw in a not-so-subtle reference to the most traumatic Memory Rescue mission lmao. So proceed with caution, I guess HAHA

Name Lydias: Umbral

Type Offensive Support-type Construct

Service time 1 year

Psychological age 24

Activation date 15 March

Height 167 cm

Weight 59 kg

Vital fluid type O

Faction Purifying Force

Rank A

Weapon Chakrams (preferred) / Gun

Damage type 70% Dark, 30% Physical

Lydias is a support-type Construct modelled after Watanabe’s Astral frame. She has extreme stealth capabilities and excels at tracking, making her ideal for the execution of rogue and infected Constructs.

Her missions mostly involve infiltration and spying, although she’s also been deployed on assassination missions. Those orders come straight from Nikola and their records are kept top-secret, inaccessible even to Bianca.

Her frame is designed for long-range sniping and comes equipped with visual accuracy enhancements and superb calculative powers. However, Lydias prefers to engage her targets in close combat. Killing Constructs from afar feels cruel and cold, like they really are meaningless machines instead of former comrades.

She truly believes in the good of the Purifying Force, but hates the things she has to do. She doesn’t feel like she belongs, but also can’t see a future for herself anywhere else.

Her fighting style is very graceful, featuring a lot of spins and flips that are reminiscent of a dance. Her signature move is called “Blade Dance.”

B A C K G R O U N D

Lydias was born to a wealthy family in Babylonia. Her mother joined the war effort as a Commandant shortly after she was born and is known as the leader of the elite task force, Cybele. Since then, Lydias has always wanted to follow in her mother’s famous footsteps.

Originally a Commandant of the Black Wolves, a certain incident caused her to give up the position and apply for reconstruction. Despite having low compatibility for Tantalum-193, her application was approved after negotiations with Nikola. Following her surgery, she was transferred to the Purifying Force.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Shows affection through actions rather than words. Bakes cakes for the humans of Babylonia in her free time

Philosophical, often ponders on the nature of humans and of the war

Likes to make dirty jokes and tease others

Obedient to a fault because she doesn’t trust her own judgement

Comes across as cold, but is just awkward with introductions

Doesn't think very highly of herself. Ignores it when other Constructs call her "traitorous hunting dog" but secretly thinks they're right

Loves the sea and the fathomless depths yet to be explored. Likes to go swimming at every opportunity

Prefers to work alone, but overprotective of her comrades when in a team. Frequently throws herself in harm’s way to shield her teammates. Knows it’s not good, but is too haunted by her past

Trusts easily, but is very guarded with her heart

Knows how to dance a lot of old-school styles like ballroom and ballet, but is too shy to ask anyone to practice with her

S E C R E T S

Has memorised a lot of poetry from before the Punishing Virus outbreak

Gets intensely lonely and jealous when seeing close squad camaraderie like Gray Raven’s

Avoids Kamui because he reminds her of someone she’s lost

Has spied on Watanabe extensively under Babylonian orders and is deeply fascinated by him

Doesn’t trust Nikola, but is unable to disobey his commands

Secretly harbours doubts about Babylonia’s mission to reclaim Earth

Has obtained special permission to download the data of the Black Wolves and often reads the records to keep them alive in her heart

V O I C E L I N E S

“Team leader? No, I refuse. You’re making a grave mistake.”

“I’m not suited for protecting people.”

“My opinion on the Forsaken? They’re hardworking, loyal, and--Nevermind. We seem to share a similar goal.”

“The Black Wolves? Where did you hear of that name?! Don’t mention it again!”

“I baked a cake today. Would you like some?”

“Yes, I can dance. But I’d prefer it if you didn’t tell the others…”

“I can teach you to dance. Privately, if you’d like. Haha, just kidding.”

“Becoming a Construct was a decision I made rashly. I don’t necessarily regret it, but…”

“Are we really doing the right thing? This endless war… All these years… What have we really achieved?”

INTERLUDE

D U S K F A L L

A voice cracked over the intercom. “...dant…Com...ant...Commandant, do you hear me?!”

Lydias blinked. The urgency in his voice caught her off guard. Ferdinand kept his cool even in the most dire of situations. Something was very wrong. “Tell me, Ferdie.” Static. “Ferds? Come through!” Nothing. Communications had been poor ever since they’d entered this area, but they’d managed until now. For it to suddenly fail like that… it couldn’t be a coincidence.

“Shit,” she said, turning to the other two Constructs with her. “On guard, guys. Something’s coming and comms are down.”

Ilya grimaced. “Sure it’s not one of Ferdinand’s pranks again?”

“I wouldn’t put it past him,” Flora offered, even as she tightened her grip on her lance. “Pesky little bastard would find it hilarious.” Lydias said nothing. She was too tense. There was a taste in the air, a metallic tang that churned in her belly. Sweat dripped into her eye. Suddenly, a hand slapped her on the back. “Relax, Commandant,” Ilya chuckled. “We’ll protect you like always. No need to be so scared all the time.”

Something in her loosened, just a bit. “Shouldn’t I be the one protecting you?” she retorted, trying to project confidence. “You guys with your fragile little M.I.N.Ds?” Flora laughed, a deep-belly rumble that Lydias loved. The knot in her stomach unravelled some more. “You do that, Commandant,” Flora said. “We’ll just twirl our pointy sticks at the bad guys.”

Lydias was just about to say something snarky when she caught movement in the corner of her eye. She swirled, gun at the ready. There was still no word from Ferdinand. “I’m sensing a large Corrupted force in our perimeter,” Ilya reported. His voice had lost its casual lilt. “They’ve got us surrounded.”

Lydias cursed. “How’s that Memory retrieval coming along?”

“Slowly,” Ilya replied unhappily. Flora clicked her tongue. The Corrupted were visible now. They weren’t like anything Lydias had seen before. They carried advanced weapons - chainsaws and spears and bows - and seemed to be organised into phalanxes. Dread coiled in her belly. “We’ve been ambushed,” she breathed in horror. “Ferdinand tried to warn us. They must have blocked off comms.”

“Well, shit,” Flora grunted. The Corrupted army was within gunshot range now. “When the fuck did they get so smart?”

“Someone must be leading them,” Ilya said. “How did the information leak?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Lydias said. “We need to retreat. Now.” A bullet flew by her head, burning the shell of her ear as it passed. Her heart hammered. “Back off,” Flora growled. She twirled her spear, eyes flashing as she impaled the Corrupted soldier. Beside her, Ilya stepped forward, fast as a flash, and stabbed one through the neck. Lydias fired off three shots, watching in grim satisfaction as two buried themselves in the heads of two infected Constructs.

The scene descended into chaos just as Ferdinand’s broken voice sounded in her ear. “...n...way! Comm...ant!”

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Flora stumbled back. She was breathing heavily. Vital fluid leaked steadily from several places, staining her coat a rich purple. Ilya was behind her, grimacing. His left arm was gone, torn away at the shoulder. Sparks flew from the exposed wires within. Beside them, Lydias swayed unsteadily. She clutched at her stomach. Red blood seeped through her fingers. All their attempts to break through had failed. Things were looking more hopeless by the minute.

“Commandant,” Ilya said, voice strained. “Turn off my pain receptors.” Flora nodded. “Same here.” Lydias coughed wetly. Her vision was growing dim. “It’s dangerous,” she admitted, wishing she could shut off her own terrible pain. “But there’s no other choice.” She authorised the command. Her team’s face relaxed immediately. She met their determined gazes and nodded. “We’re all gonna go home. Together.”

Ilya smiled. Flora grinned. But there was a sadness in their faces Lydias didn’t want to acknowledge. Her connection with Ferdinand was still blocked. He could be dead for all she knew. She turned away from the thought. Just survive, Lydias. And take the Wolves home.

Together, the Black Wolves rose. Ilya with his dagger and Flora with her spear. Unseen by Lydias, they nodded to each other. An agreement, a pact. A promise. Renewed, they threw themselves at the Corrupted like cornered animals. Slowly, inch by painful inch, an exit was being forced open. Corrupted weapons dug into their bodies, but they pushed on.

Lydias fought beside them, swinging her chakrams haphazardly. Her gun had run out of ammo long ago. She stumbled, half-blind, and almost skewered herself on the end of a Corrupted sword. She could hardly think straight; blood loss was making her weak. Suddenly, a voice crackled in her mind. “Commandant!” Ferdinand’s voice tumbled through her hazy thoughts. “The signal jammer is gone. What’s your status?!”

Her heart soared, bringing with it a brief burst of clarity. “Ferdie! It’s an ambush. We need support!”

“I’ve already informed Babylonia,” he said urgently. “Reinforcement is on the way. I’m coming to you, Commandant. Just hold on!” His signal blinked to life, moving rapidly towards their location. Lydias smiled grimly. Ferdinand was on his way. Support was coming. Surely, they would be okay. They would make it out of this. She just had to hold on for a little longer.

Flora’s signal pulsed unsteadily and Ilya’s grew fainter with every breath. Lydias clung with desperation to the unstable M.I.N.Ds of her Wolves. I will protect you.

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“Coming through!” A ray of energy tore through the Corrupted wave. Lydias spied Ferdinand’s face through the sea of blades. She almost wept with relief. “Retreat,” she said hoarsely, struggling to stay conscious. “Black Wolves, retreat!”

On cue, Ilya and Flora rushed through the tunnel, half-carrying Lydias with them. Between one ferocious breath and the next, they’d broken through the Corrupted circle. She tumbled bonelessly into Ferdinand’s open arms. He took a brief moment to survey her and paled. “The meeting point isn’t far,” he said. “Support will be there.” He picked up Lydias and turned to run, but Ilya and Flora didn’t follow.

“Sorry, but this is the end of the road for me,” Flora said wryly. “Didn’t think it’d end like this.” She spat out a wad of purple fluid. “At least these fuckers will go down with me.”

“And you get the privilege of dying by my side,” Ilya said primly, readjusting his grip on his dagger. Flora laughed, an edge of sadness in her voice. “Yeah, old man, I guess I do.”

Lydias stirred in Ferdinand’s arms. “No,” she said, forcing herself to meet their gazes. “I won’t allow it.”

“Unfortunately, Commandant,” Ilya said. “This time it’s not up to you.” He raised his remaining hand in a salute. “It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

“Go on,” Flora growled. “We’ll make sure nobody pursues you.”

Ferdinand pursed his lips, but nodded tightly. Lydias fought in his grip. She hardly even felt the pain. “No!” she screamed, or tried to. It was hard to tell where her voice was. “Don’t! I forbid it! That’s an order!” He started running. She watched helplessly as the distance grew. “Stop! Go back, we have to help them! Stop!”

In the fading light, Ilya fell and was immediately consumed by a horde of Corrupted hands. His signal weakened then blinked out. A scream tore itself from her throat. She thrashed in Ferdinand’s grip and felt his hold on her loosen. White-hot pain shot through her body as she tumbled to the ground. Mad with grief, she crawled forward desperately, mind blank except for the desire to be with her Wolves.

Strong arms lifted her up. Ferdinand’s lively voice was dull. “Please don’t do this, Lydias.”

“Let go, Ferdie,” she said angrily. “We have to--” Flora’s signal flickered out. Lydias felt her spirit break. “No,” she cried. “Please, no.” Tears streamed down her cheeks. Words abandoned her. The world seemed to shrink, compacting to a single thought: she had failed.

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She woke to white light. Something beeped steadily beside her. Tubes ran from her body to several machines like the tentacles of some deep sea creature. Her entire body hurt. Immediately, she reached for the Black Wolves, but their signals were absent, leaving her mind uncomfortably empty. Panic settled like ice in her veins. It couldn’t be. It was impossible.

Surely, they had recalled their consciousnesses. Surely, she’d simply woken up early. And where was Ferdie? Gasping, Lydias stood, dragging her broken body to the wall of windows. She brought a fist to the cool glass. Nikola watched her from the other side. “Where are they,” she croaked. “What happened?”

He shook his head sympathetically. “They didn’t recall their consciousness. According to our records, Ilya and Flora died protecting you from pursuit. Ferdinand was infected.” His eyes were grave. “He guarded you until reinforcements arrived.”

She didn’t know if she could bear the answer, but she asked anyway. “And then?”

Nikola studied her for a long moment before giving in. “And then the Punishing Virus took over his M.I.N.D. He escaped because we prioritised your survival.” A desperate hope sparked to life within her. “So he’s still alive? Then there’s still a chance! Please, let me find him!”

“You know it doesn’t work like that.”

“Please,” she begged. “Please.”

He turned away from her. “The Purifying Force has already been sent after him. I’m sorry, Lydias.”

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Three weeks later

“Are you sure?” Nikola asked, studying her with intensity. “Your chances of success are only 47%.”

Lydias stared at him blankly. “I’m sure.”

“I’m afraid I can’t allow it. Commandants are valuable to Babylonia. Perhaps even more than Constructs. Few possess the will and compatibility to stabilize M.I.N.Ds. Someone as experienced as you is not expendable.”

“Then I quit being a Commandant. I refuse to lead another squad.” She looked away. “I couldn’t protect any of them. Not a single one.” Her voice broke. “I’m not… I don’t think I can--I just can’t.”

Nikola considered her with some pity. “What do you want then, Lydias?”

“You know what I want. I’m not afraid of dying.”

“I know you’re not afraid, but it seems to me like you seek it.”

She said nothing. Nikola sighed. “I’d rather not lose you completely. You have experience and ability. The Black Wolves were specifically chosen for that mission for your competence. Aife will increase our combat power significantly against the Corrupted.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s unfortunate, but these things happen at war.”

“Say whatever you want,” Lydias said stubbornly. “But this is my final decision.”

“Fine,” Nikola said. “Your attempt at redemption is admirable. I’ll grant your request, but if you survive, you’ll work directly under me. Is that acceptable?”

“Perfectly.”

INTERLUDE HIDDEN CHAPTER

F A D I N G L I G H T

Flora: Fairfrost - Voice Log

*sounds of fighting* I hope this reaches you, Commandant. I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer and… *grunting* I just wanna say goodbye. The old man’s already gone. I felt his signal die out a while ago. He went down taking a blade for me, can you believe it? Even though I’m the Attacker Construct. *panting* You know what his last words to me were? “It hurts.” As if our pain receptors weren’t turned off. I know what he means though. *blades clashing* After all, we all wanna go back home with you. But life’s a bit unfair, eh? For once, I don’t mind. Protecting your back… it almost makes me feel like a hero. That ain’t something you experience every day, y’know? *metal tearing* I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you. For being someone worthy of love. *crash, wet coughing* It’s been my honour and privilege to have been one of your Wolves, Commandant. You’ll remember me, won’t you?

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Ferdinand: Aegis - Voice Log

Lydias… This will probably be my last communication with you. I never would have thought this would be how it ends, but… Well, I’m just glad that I get to spend my final moments with you. I can feel my M.I.N.D. slipping, but Babylonia will be here any second now. They’ll take care of you, the way I wish I could. *sigh* Ah, there are so many things I want to say. I have nothing to lose anymore, so I hope you’re ready to listen. *deep breath* I love you. The way you laugh at my jokes and tease me. The way you can talk about anything. Your smile, your lips. I love the way you kiss me. And of course, I love our late night activities… Such as you trying to teach me to dance. *short laughter* Were you expecting me to say something else, Commandant? You--*grunt, glitching* Looks like my time is running out. I should go, but promise me one thing, Lydias. Promise me you’ll keep your heart open, so that someone else can love you as you deserve. I--You--*glitches*

DATA CORRUPTED.

#pgr #punishing gray raven #pgr oc

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piers-supremacy · 4 years ago

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I know you just started 🥺 and but I dont know if you’ve gotten any requests yet so Ima shoot this out there😌✨ Piers with a electic type gym leader but just platonic hc. Like shes super energetic, runs at a 100 mph (figuratively), and pretty spontaneous? Basically the polar opposite of him😳❤️ agh, there needs to be more piers content out there! So thank you for this blog 🥺💕

Oh my god, when I saw this I squeeled so loud lmao. Thank you so much for the ask. I will give this my best.

SO, I ended up making this more of a drabble on how Piers’ would’ve met this girl and found himself getting along with her. My answer was, accidentally help his sister. Let me know how it turned out! The ask was super appreciated

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The Gym tournament season ended, and Piers had just retired. Some old leaders came and went; Opal made way for Bede, and Leon's little brother Hop finally took the spot as champion. Surprisingly, though, a trainer who had nothing to their name except a thunderous passion struck their way into the gym challenge as the first Electric-type gym leader in Galar. Quite a few people were skeptical when Leon announced this the day after becoming the gym challenge chairman. It was a frustrated passing comment from Marnie that piqued Piers' interest. Marnie, for the life of her, could not beat this new Gym leader. Piers watched as Marnie spent hours training for the next opportunity she had at battling her. Marnie had a new rival, and Piers' frequent teasing did not help with Marnie's thirst for blood. Finally, Piers wanted to see for himself why this girl had Marnie so riled up. He decided actually to attend one of the tournaments at Rose Stadium. He chose not to tell Marnie, figuring it might mess with her performance if she felt she had something to prove to her brother. As the battle started, this sparkly girl practically slid onto the field with her hands stuffed into her pockets. She looked about Leon's age and had a very similar attitude to him. "Back for more, are we?" The girl taunted, earning a growl from Marnie. The battle began, and Piers had a hard time keeping an eye on this girl. She hopped from one foot to the other when Marnie yelled out her commands and would spin her sneakers in the fake grass of the stadium when she shouted her own. They were both down to their last pokemon, and both the girl and piers were surprised when Marnie threw out a Trevenant. "That's new." Piers said, hearing the same words come from The girl's mic. Marnie was now making super effective hits left and right. Thrown in with the occasional Criticals, Marnie finally took down that dynamaxed Toxitricity. Team yell went insane in the crowd, horns blaring, and girls shrieking shook the stadium. Though the girl was stunned, she quickly shook it off, and a huge smile overtook her face as she ran over and picked Marnie up into a suffocating bear hug. Piers couldn't help but laugh out loud when the Rotom cameras zoomed in on Marnies' face. The girl dropped Marnie and grabbed her arm into a vigorous handshake. "Helluva display, kid!" Marnie looked downright baffled as both were called off the arena for the next round. Piers got up to meet Marnie in the locker rooms. Marnie still had a face of confusion, but it softened when she saw Piers. "Oi, What 'er you doin' here?!" Piers chuckled and put an arm around Marnie's shoulders. "Came to see what you were all worked up about. Though, I wasn't expecting you to pull out that last-minute maneuver." Marnie grinned and opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Piers spotted the Electric gym leader over giving some kid a signed Pokeball. "I'll be right back." Piers walked over to her. "Piers. No! Piers!!" The girl turned, marker in hand, and cap wedged between her teeth. They locked eyes, and the cap soon fell to the ground. "Hey-" Piers put out a hand to greet himself. "Yo! Piers, right? Man, I didn't think you'd be here!" She took his hand and shook it hastily, "Names Y/N!" Piers cocked a brow with an unsure grin. "'Aven't seen you here before." Piers acknowledged. Y/N took her hand away and swayed in place, "Yeah, man! Leon and I were buds, so he bit me off a piece of that gym action." Y/N looked over his shoulder at Marnie, "Dude! That's totally your sister ain't it? She shocked the whole stadium!" She elbowed Piers' side, and Marnie used a hand to cover her face, "Or I guess you can say 'rocked' it? Eh? 'Cause she's your sister." Y/N clicked her tongue and shot two finger guns at Piers, and he couldn't help but laugh despite the awful joke. "Arceus, you're worse than Leon." Piers joked, and Y/N had an ear to ear simper. "Damn, man, That's an accomplishment!" Y/N shifted her feet from one side to the other. "'ave you heard o' Spikemuth?" Piers asked, his head tilted. "'Course I have. Why?" "You got some kinda thing that got m' sister tryin' to better her skills. Love to see ya 'round there sometime." Piers shoved his hands into his black leather pants, "Plus, could always use a good laugh now and again." Piers winked and went back over to his sister. Y/N's ears burned at the last comment, and as she watched them leave, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Ey, wait! I got time now." Y/N ran up behind them to follow them back to Spikemuth. Marnie glared up at Piers as he tried to stifle his growing smirk.

#piers pokemon #piers swsh #piers x reader #pokemon piers #marnie swsh #marnie pokemon #team yell #pokemon marnie #leon swsh #leon pokemon #spikemuth #dark-type #electric-type #grass-type #piers x oc #drabble #headcanon #fanfic

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kuronanox · 4 years ago

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Jazz lies - Shinji Hirako

It would be wrong to say that (Your Name) was having fun at this jazz bar that a few coworkers wanted to check out, but it definitely wasn't a place she would call fun.

Out of courtesy of some of the artists at the bar they decided to stay for about an hour and half listening to the music.

"Excuse me miss the lovely gentlemen over there bought you a nice drink." One of the bartenders told (Your Name) setting the nicely made drink in front of her.

She looked at the man who bought her the drink, he had weird teeth and a grin on his face. His hair was a bit long and girly for her taste.

By the time the performance was over (Your Name) and her coworkers got up to exit the bar. She didn't touch the drink once. The whole time it sat in front of her as the man with the weird smile stared at her most of the night.

"Awe yer really left a man hanging!" Shinji jokes as he leans against the door watching her exit.

"Sorry I don't take drinks from strangers." She responds blandly not looking at him in the eye.

Shinji just chuckles and walks out after her side by side, as a few of her coworkers were a bit ahead of them.

"Can't a man try?"

"I've seen better." (Your Name) awkwardly says looking him up and down and then straight ahead to avoid eye contact.

"Damn girls these days sure are harsh." He says with hands in his pockets. "Yer new to town?" He proceeds.

"No, just checking the place out."

"Ahh! So you will come around more often?" Shinji pipes up excited to see her more since jazz bar tended to be on the older side of age.

"Nah, Jazz isn't my vibe."

"Ouch, I thought you were cute too."

"I'm sorry but who are you?" (Your Name) stops walking and looks at Shinji with slight irritation. "Isn't it weird to talk to a man I don't even know the name of?"

"It's Shinji and this man is trying to make a friendly conversation with a cute girl."

A feeling of guilt build in her because he was rather nice the whole time, but it was always good to be defensive just in case he was a real weirdo.

"(Your Name)." She says and continues "sorry I'm just being cautious, there are a lot of sick people out there."

Shinji sighs and rolls his eyes. "It's okay baby doll I've seen sick people in my life time and I ain't one of em."

(Your Name) just smiles, she was still being careful though because he was still a stranger, but it was good to converse with someone new once in a while.

"So I'll let you go now only if I get yer number!" He grins noticing the hesitation in her eyes. "Don't worry, if you don't wanna talk to me anymore after this just don't respond to me." He assured the girl as she willingly gave her digits.

"I'll see you around." (Your Name) says bidding a farewell catching up with her coworkers.

(Your Name) couldn't help but be a bit interesting in this Shinji man because he was a sweet heart. Shinji was being a hopeless romance, but she couldn't tell if he was being over dramatic or if he was foreal.

He told her she was his 'first love' but she knew he was probably joking.

Although they didn't meet a second time they spend a few weeks sending text messages to each other. (Your Name) thought he was going to be pushy and ask her out again, but to her surprise he didn't.

Shinji genuinely was interested in her.

"Why the hell you keep smiling at your phone like a idiot baldy?" Hiyori says peaking over him curious who Shinji had been texting the last few weeks. "AHH!" She screams and snatched the phone reading a loud.

Shinji - "Good morning baby doll, how was yer day?"

"HIYORI STOP OR ILL-!" Shinji screams chasing the smaller girl as the other visords attention grew to them.

(Your Name) - "Good morning! It's been nice! I've just been cleaning my place. What about you Shinji?"

Shinji - "I'm glad you had a good day <3 I went to the store to get the newest record."

"Like I said Hiyori it's no one!" He continues as she kicks him in the face and continues to read out loud.

Shinji - "Shopping alone ain't fun, when yer going to join? I'll pay for dinner!"

(Your Name) - "is this a lame way of asking me out to eat lmao?"

Shinji snatches the phone back with red tints on his cheeks as Hiyori laughs on the floor. "Shut up will ya!"

"Oi Shinji, my books will come in handy if she decides to go out with you." Lisa seriously says flipping her book the couch.

"Hate to admit it but she's right." Kensei butts in getting ready for dinner.

"Oh shut up." Shinji says embarrassed as he walks into his room and slams the door.

To Shinji luck (Your Name) agreed to go eat with him for dinner a week after he asked her. Although it was their second time meeting the atmosphere was smooth and easy.

"Yeah! I graduated college a year ago and I work at the hospital in town!" She tells Shinji passionate about saving life's everyday. "What about you Shinji?"

Shinji was sweating because he didn't actually work. So he tightly gripped his knife and put the steak in his mouth as he smoothly played it off. "I work at a company, top secret for the government only." He winked.

"Kami I'm safe, being dead actually is inconvenient."

(Your Name) face lit up as she took a bite of her wagyu. "Nice! Never thought I'd meet someone so high in status."

"Yer not missing much baby doll, I live ina abandon warehouse actually."

Shinji grins as they take a toast together and enjoyed the view of Tokyo below them.

"So what are your future plans?" She then asks Shinji as he tilts his head.

"Oooh we already wanna start thinking about the future together?" He jokes as she laughs and playfully roll her eyes. Which for (Your Name) was good because it lighten the mood.

After dinner was finished and Shinji paid they walk down the busy streets of Tokyo admiring the views. "Isn't it pretty?" (Your Name) asked Shinji as they walked side by side with linked arms. "What? My face? Oh I know!"

"No dummy the lights of Tokyo!" She lightly flicked his forehead as he shuts his eyes tight.

"Yeah, one day I'll show you the view of Tokyo at a better place, maybe." He tells her as she happily nods her head eagerly.

The night was getting late as she grew tired but the city was still awake. "I'll see you off then? Please get home safe baby doll."

"I will! Maybe we can go out again later!"

"Of course I'll really like that." Shinji grins as she walks down her path towards home. Watching from afar Shinji shunpo to see if she got back in the house safely and after he left.

"Spill the beans how could anyone possibly like you baldy?" Hiyori asked one night as they all sat around.

"Oh shut up! I'm pretty handsome!"

"More like a hand full." Kensei added.

"That's Mashiro who is." Shinji bites back as Kensei could only agree to that statement.

"Young love, can't wait to see what the future holds for you." Rose says.

Shinji just left to his room after that, they were giving him a headache. He laid onto his bed and closed his eyes. (Your Name) was pretty, kind and mature. She had a future ahead of her, but Shinji was living in a dump with lots of roommates and plus he was basically a soul.

Shinji was surprise she stuck around as long as she did. They had went on many dates after that and he successfully earned a kiss on the 5th date.

The only problem for Shinji was the fact that he basically lied about his whole life to her, he wasn't sure if it was right to tell her the truth or wait it out.

It wasn't until 6 months into their relationship that the problem he feared worse appeared.

They had left the bar shortly after midnight, Shinji was walking her back safely to the train station, and then he would secretly watch her go home to make sure she was safe, but a drunken man had appeared from a ally way.

The drunken man was causing a problem for (Your Name) as he said some rather vulgar remarks. Shinji was a laid back man as he told the drunken man to beat it and go cat call someone else.

"Yer really pushin my buttons." Shinji tells the drunken man giving him a glare and lightly grabbing (Your Name) to safety behind him.

The drunken man crossed the line when he tried to grabbed (Your Name) shoulder as Shinji puts his foot onto his chest not allowing him to come any closer.

Before they could walk away the sound of a gun click appeared as Shinji pushed (Your Name) out of the way.

"I don't hurt humans but it seems like you want to harm someone precious to me. I don't mind being naughty just for this special occasion." Shinji grins calm and composed as he stopped the bullets from flying between his fingers.

(Your Name) was in panic mood at first because they were at gun point and then second Shinji was using some unknown godly powers to her.

"Don't worry baby doll, yer safe with me." Shinji says disappearing from her sight as he grabbed the gun from the man and broke it in pieces with his bare hands. "Don't play with toys sir, I've seen scarier!"

Of course the man got terrified and ran away scared for his life. "See ya!" Shinji calls out.

(Your Name) watched from her spot unsure what to be afraid of.

The man who was about to possibly rape her or Shinji who was lying about his identity the whole time. The tears grew in her face because of how frighten she was.

"What's wrong bab-"

"Stop, don't get any closer." She tells him as Shinji sees the water in her eyes. She looked terrified and hurt. "I can explain to you about all this."

"Explain what? That you've been lying about yourself the whole time? What are you? Some kind of god?"

Shinji knits his brows and grabs her hand lightly but she pulled away. "No. I'm going home alone tonight. I'll talk to you when I'm ready."

"I'm not letting ya walk home this late alone." He tells her as she protested but by a flash of a step they were back at her place as he set her down lightly.

"Talk to me when you are ready, I'll be waiting." Shinji says as she looks away from him obviously surprised on how they got home so fast.

"Whatever, thanks for tonight." She slightly says in a forgiving tone as she walked into her place.

He didn't hear from her in weeks, it was only 6 months together and during that period of time he felt happy and light. He didn't think about Aizen or any ill thoughts when he was with her.

Shinji knew it wasn't going to work out, they were so different and so far from each other's world yet he wanted so bad to make it work.

"Is this the common word to say that I got ghosted?" He sulks in the corner as his phone rings to see a message from (Your Name).

(Your Name) - "Meet me at the bar we first met."

Shinji walks in and spots her sitting alone but beautifully shining. She notices him and gives a small smile.

"Alright get it to it, if you wanna call me a freak I understand." He says.

"No one is calling you a freak, I just want an explanation. I had time to think and I'm sorry for the way I acted. I was scared and confused."

He takes her hands and grins. "Of course baby."

The music started to play as the bartender served them a couple of drinks.

"Just please let me finish before you ask any question. Basically you are dating a dead man, I'm from the world where souls live and we have powers that protect and balance the living and dead. Remember when we were talking about how sick people can be? Well there was a guy that got me and few of my comrades exile from the Soul Society and that is how I ended up here."

(Your Name) had to process everything, it was so unreal. At the same time she was curious and slightly interested about another world out there. Of course she wanted to be angry at him for lying about his identity, but she understood from his perspective.

"Well that was a lot to take in, you must be serious about me if you told me all this."

"100% percent, I ain't leaving soon." He sips his wine now.

(Your Name) smiles and then looks down.

"Just don't lie to me anymore. Keep everything real."

"I won't. At the mean time, I'm glad we had this talk so now I can finally use my godly powers as you say." He grabs her hands as they run out the bar.

Stumbling a bit she grips his hand tightly and follows. "Where are we going?!"

"You will see!" He shouts as Shinji hoisted her and lifts them up to the sky.

The view from Tokyo was below them and this time she could see everything.

"How?! This is so beautiful!"

Shinji was happy, although they haven't talked serious yet, he was willing to give it time and effort.

"Remember I told you I would show you a better view. Well here it is!"

(Your Name) was overwhelmed with happiness as she clung onto him. It was weird for her because they were basically standing in midair.

"We won't fall right?"

"Nah just relax I got you."

The night came to an end in a positive way as both parties understood each other and why things were the way they were. Shinji had a sense of relief because he didn't have to hide anymore.

They laid in bed at her place, god forbid he brought her back to his.

The night was cold but the room was warm, they laid peacefully and in each other arms.

(Your Name) would make sure in the future to talk about their relationship because it was a complicated subject. A human and soul together as a couple.

Everyone always says it doesn't hurt to try something new so that's what she was taking this as but genuinely she wanted to brag about how strong and cool her boyfriend was but that was for another time.

For now they both just want to cherish the easy and smooth moments together before anything complicated comes up.

"So our next challenge is to meet my peeps." He tells her as she groans.

"Are they weird like you?"

"Oh baby doll, we are a mix of hip and style."

(Author notes: Heya! I'm taking request at the moment! I'll be on vacation so I might have some time to write a few pieces! The rules are telling me a character and a general plot on what you want the story to be! Also none of my one shots have been edited.)

#bleach #anime #bleach one shots #bleach x reader #bleach imagines #bleach oneshots #shinji hirako #hirako shinji #kensei muguruma #hiyori sarugaki #tite kubo #kubo tite #bleach shinji #mashiro kuna

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writing-of-a-british-bitch · 5 years ago

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Only Us

Fandom: 6 Underground

Specified gender: Female

Pairing: Four/Billy x reader

TW: blood, violence, swearing, One is still a bit of an ass

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Word Count:3.9K

Requests: CLOSED

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A/N: Not the best thing I’ve written but I wanted to get something out for Ben’s birthday!!! I had no idea how to end this either, sorry. (Spot the Dear Evan Hansen reference lmao)

The sunset looked glorious from your kitchen window, your hands warmed by the cup of coffee in your hands. Scarlett rays framing your face in a tender glow. A small smile grew on your face at the tranquillity of the moment.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to find you?" The unrecognised voice made your body tense and your hand shot out, grabbing the gun always stored in your back pocket, and aimed it at the intruder.

"Who the fuck are you?" You asked lowly, placing your drink down beside you. The man raised his hands in surrender, showing that he was of no harm to you, but you never lowered your gun. You couldn't risk it.

"Listen, my name's one. And I'm kinda dead-" He began to explain but your eyes narrowed, and you stood up.

"Bullshit. What do you want from me?" You snapped. The stranger watched with cautious eyes and took a reluctant step forward. Your hand tightened on the gun, your finger never faltering off the trigger.

"I'll tell you, just put the gun down. I'm not gonna hurt you. I promise," He stated calmly. You don't know why, but something about him told you that he was telling the truth. So gradually, you lowered the gun, putting it on the table next to you, close enough that you could reach it if you needed it. He nodded at you, appreciating your trust in him. He approached you and you took a small step back, still eyeing him.

"So, start talking," You demanded, folding your arms over your chest.

"I understand you haven't had a job since you were discharged from the army," One said, choosing his words very meticulously, so not to freak you out or sounding like a stalker, though technically, he really was one "After you won your medal of honour. The second woman in history, I believe?"

"That's right," You confirmed anxiously, preferring not to think of your military days, eyes casting down.

"Well, I'm here to offer a job, if you're willing to take it. My team need another fighter," You scoffed, picking your drink back up and taking a sip.

"I don't do that shit anymore. Enough people have died because of me," One frowned, expecting a more positive response but thinking more of her response, it made more sense that she would reject his proposal. He had to try harder.

"We help save people. Anyone that dies doesn't die in vain," One lied. It was only a white lie. You'd get used to it after a few missions.

"I already gave you my answer," You shot back shortly, brushing past him to put your now empty cup in the sink. One gently grabbed your arm, causing you to turn around, an eyebrow raised.

"One mission. That's it. You might like it," One attempted to compromise and you rolled your eyes, starting to get annoyed with his constant pestering.

"You're not gonna stop bothering me until I agree, are you?"

"Not a chance," One shook his head, resisting to urge to smirk as he realised he was getting closer to you agreeing.

"Fine. One mission."

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Your funeral was full of people. A lot of your family. Tons of your old military companions. Hell, your mom even brought your dog with her. When One told you that you had to fake your death, you nearly went back on your deal. You couldn't do that to your loved ones. But eventually, you accepted that it had to be done. It was one of the hardest things since you were discharged. Watching your family and friends crying over your empty casket. It probably would've made you tear up yourself if you hadn't spent time away fighting. But even One could see that it was hard for you to watch.

"C'mon, let's go meet the team," One said quietly, placing a hand on your shoulder. But it took you a few more seconds before you followed after him, looking at your family for the last time.

---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Alright ladies and gentlemen, are you ready to meet our new member?" One called as he stepped into the caravan on the abandoned airfield.

"Finally, I get to meet someone other than you dumbasses," Five commented. Three and Two were sat next to one another, running over a map for the next mission, and they barely looked up as One entered. Four and Seven were drinking beers, and Wally was lounging over the couch with his head in Four's lap. One gestured for you to follow him, and hesitantly, you did so, awkwardly playing with your fingers as you stepped inside the caravan. You never liked having all eyes on you. That's probably why you hated receiving your medal of honour. Everyone was just watching you, wordlessly. That is until Seven rose and extended his hand.

"I'm Seven. That's Four," He pointed to the blonde with the dog on his lap "Those two with the map are Two and Three. And the girl with the book is Five," Each of them waved to you, and Five gave you a small smile. But Four couldn't stop staring.

"Alright, so, I meant to cover this with you earlier, but we all go by numbers. We don't tell each other our real names, we don't go back for one another. No strings attached to each other or the outside world. In this field of work, we can't afford to become emotionally connected. You go by Eight now," One chirped and you nodded. From everything he'd told you, you could understand why names can't be used.

"So, how many missions have you guys done?" You asked, clumsily perching yourself on the edge of the table.

"Uh, including the one we just did, two," Five replied softly, folding the corner of her page and placing the book down. Four's hands ran over Wally's head.

"T-two?" You muttered, before turning to One, "I thought you said you'd done tons of missions?"

"Yeah, that may have been a little bit of a lie, but we will go on tons of missions," One admitted and you sighed, but let out a small chuckle. You were already starting to like this team.

---------------------------------------------------------------------- One mission turned into five. And then five turned to ten. It turned out that the adrenaline rush was addictive, and after three years, you'd joined their little family. But the person you'd clicked most with was Four. At first, you'd hated each other. He was so cocky at times and it really ground your gears. Still did even now, but it was more bearable. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Such a fucking show off," Four grumbled as you and Seven did some target practice. You had yet to miss and Four was starting to get pissed off by your accuracy.

"Did you say something, Ken doll?" You turned to Four, your gun falling to your side, eyebrows raised expectantly. Four had so much he wanted to say but when he opened his mouth to say it, he couldn't seem to let it out. Looking like a damn fish, Four just glared, folding his arms over his chest like a toddler.

"Come have a shot if you want Four," Seven offered with a smirk on his face, knowing fully well that Four was nowhere near as good a shot as you or himself.

"You know, I'm going to stick to my parkour if it's all the same to you. I'd rather practice doing my job than yours," Four commented snarkily. You let out a quiet giggle.

"I know for a fact you've used a gun on a mission before Four. What are you afraid of?"

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"So, how was Florence? Two told me a little bit about it," You asked Four, sat beside him on the couch as you picked the dirt from under your nails.

"Florence? Absolute shitshow, if I hadn't been there, more than one of us dead," Four stated cockily, shrugging his shoulders.

"Is Florence the reason there's no Six?" You asked gently, ignoring his annoying nature. Four shifted uncomfortably and silently nodded his head.

"One's still looking for a new driver. When One brought you, I thought you were gonna be the driver," He replied, diverging the conversation away from his fallen friend. "So, a medal of honour, huh?"

"Yeah. They gave me a medal for killing people for the country but would put me in prison if I killed a guy out here," You answered grimly, looking up from your nails. Four chuckled, but you only wished you were joking.

"Why'd you accept it if you didn't want it?"

"At the time, I was thrilled by the offer. I never really thought about it until after I had it," You answered shortly, folding your arms over your chest.

"You made history though, surely that's something?" Four attempted to lighten the subject, but from the grimace on your face, he could tell he wasn't succeeding any time soon.

"I guess. Not particularly thrilled about being the US army's poster girl," You glanced out the window, a part of you missing the quiet life you had before joining the Underground. But the friendships you'd made were ones you never wanted to be rid of. "So, what did you do before all of this?"

"I was a thief. Worked with a bunch of others, going all over the world and stealing some of the most priceless pieces of jewellery. That's how One found me- a robbery gone wrong. A girl on my team decided the jewellery in my mouth was more important than my life," Four answered, clearly still a tad bit petty about the whole situation. You patted his arm softly, silently telling him that it was alright to be mad. He looked up, eyes catching with your own. Neither of you said anything, but you couldn't pull your eyes from one another. You could've sworn you saw his eyes dart down to look at your lips before he cleared his throat and mumbled some excuse about needing to talk to Two before shooting off.

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"Eight, do you have eyes on the target?" One's voice whispered through the earpiece.

"Target is heading to the lower East facility now," You answered back, quietly sneaking around the corner, narrowly missing the bodyguards of the mighty, corrupted prince.

"Four, Eight, follow the target. I got a plan," Seven instructed. You could see Four between the two adjacent buildings of the pompous structure you currently were in.

"Roger that," Four replied, stopping on the edge of the building, seeing a sign that connected your building and his. He hesitated, remembering the last time he tried to cross a sign. But he was with a new group now. It'd be okay. So with a heavy sigh, he began making his way across as you crept through the facility, both of you following after the royal and his guards. In the corner of your eye, you spied two isolated guards dropping, probably Seven working his magic.

Four climbed down from the sign, meeting you near to the door the Prince had entered, three bodyguards stood outside the front. You both crouched, waiting for Three and Five to compose the distraction so you guys could get in. One was busy disabling the security cameras, while Seven took out the occasional bodyguard from his position, just close enough to get to you if things got messy. Two was meant to follow after Three and Five, but when they opened the door, they were rather Two-less. Four could guess that something had gone wrong or she was handling something that Three had fucked up - that was normally how it worked. Four and you exchanged a look as Five approached the guards, and Three stood politely behind her. The two guards straightened, glaring down at the pair, one of them grabbing his gun.

"You're not permitted to be here. We're going to have to ask you to leave," One of them said, completely monotone, but a harsh look on his face.

"I was sent here for the Prince. A little present, if you will," Five winked at the guard. The two guards exchanged a look, one of them raising his eyebrows. They moved closer to the pair, leaving a big enough gap for you and Four to get to the door.

"And you?" The other asked, looking at Three.

"I'm her escort. I doubt the Prince would want his gift to come damaged," Three answered smoothly. You and Four looked at each other and nodded, beginning to move forward. Three watched you both carefully, making sure the guards didn't turn around. As soon as you and Four got inside, both him and Five attacked.

When you got inside, you and Four both hid behind some of the furniture. The teenage, only 17, Prince was talking to two politicians. He was planning to murder his sister so he would become heir to the throne and these politicians were trying to help him. You snuck around the circular room, hiding behind couches and tables.

"Four and Eight have made it inside. Bodyguards are down," Five commented, knowing you to wouldn't be able to make any noise when you got inside.

"Eight, you need to plant the listening device on the desk in front of the Prince. Four, you have to distract the politicians and the Prince so she can plant the listening device. It's up to you guys now. Once they're distracted, Four you gotta get out there. You'll be on your own from then on, Eight, "One repeated the plan, and you and Four nodded at each other from opposite sides of the room.

You carefully stepped as close to the desk as you could get without being seen as Four edged back to the door, opening it and slamming it, before hiding again. The Prince and Politicians looked at the door cautiously but continued on with their conversation after a few seconds of reluctance. There wasn't anything to throw and he had nothing on him to make noise.

"Five and I are back at the car with Seven," Three stated over the earpiece. So much for the help, if it got messy

"Me and One are on our way," Two added. It really WAS just you and Four now.

Four knew he'd have to call out and make a run for it. All the guards were out, so it was the safest possibility for both him and you. He looked over at you one more time before he let out a yell.

"Hey! Over here, your majesty!" The three men shot up, and the Prince called for his security. Your head snapped to Four with wide eyes, as he began sprinting, opening the door and bolting out, the two politicians running after him. The Prince paused before walking out after them and shutting the door behind him, going to find out where his bodyguards had gone. You sighed quietly.

"The distraction has been taken, planting the listening device now," You whispered over the earpiece, planting the device on the desk, and one on each of the men's coats. You ran to the door, peaking your head out to see if the coast was clear. When you saw no one, you snuck out, heading towards the stairs and sprinting down them. It was only when you got to the exit, the car so close, with your team waiting inside, that your heart stopped. A hand grabbed your hair and yanked you back. You let out a yelp in pain. The car's tinted window hid their faces, but you could tell they were all surprised, and, you hoped, concerned. The person behind you used your hair to pull you back to their chest, pinning your hands behind your back, a knife coming to rest on your throat. You gulped, fearfully, shooting a desperate look to the people in the car.

"Quite a clever stunt you and your friends pulled. But you can't pull the wool over my eyes," A cold voice spoke in your ear. The Prince. You felt the blood in your veins freeze. "I know trickery when I see it. I could hear the fight outside. I know your friends took my guards out. I just set the trap for you. And you fell straight into it," You were terrified. This guy was clearly bordering on the edge of insanity and you were scared of what he'd do to you. Tears were so close to escaping your eyes, but when the car in front of you started up and drove off, you couldn't fight them off. "I've been wanting a new play toy for a while. Let's have some fun, shall we?"

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"One, stop this fucking car!" Four screamed from the back seat, Two and Three have to hold him back from attacking One.

"I've told you, she wasn't careful enough. We can't risk everything we've built for one member,"

"One, I swear to fucking god if you don't turn this car around I will post all the pictures of us and tell everyone that we aren't dead. I will tell them EVERYTHING we've done! Now turn this fucking car around right now!" The air was tense. Four had never been so hysterical about something. One showed no signs of turning the car around so Five grabbed the steering wheel, causing the car to wobble.

"What are you fucking doing?" One yelled, setting the car straight again.

"One, we're going back to get her. We can't risk everyone finding out about us. So do as he fucking says you dumb bastard," Two said, and although she spoke a lot more calmly than Four had, they both held the same venom in their voices. One looked in the rearview mirror and saw that Seven, Five and Three were all glaring at him. Realising he was outnumbered, One let out a loud groan, before sharply turning the car, causing everyone to jolt to the side.

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"Get your dirty hands off me," You screamed as two of the Prince's guards, who'd finally woken up, held your arms back.

"You might as well save your voice, no one can hear you," The Prince stated, shooting you a disgusted look. He came right up to your face and you sneered at him before spitting on him. He stumbled back, wiping his face.

"You little bitch!" He snapped before pulling his arm back and punching you in the nose. You moaned as pain spread all around your nose. You could already feel it bleeding, he'd probably broken it. Fantastic. Another punch landed in your gut before you had time to recover and you lost your balance and fell to your knees, coughing at the impact, the two guards still holding your arms. You looked up at him through your hair and he smirked before calling another guard over with a curl of his finger.

"Why don't you teach this little bitch a lesson. Make sure she'll remember it for a long LONG time."

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The car had barely stopped when Four jumped out, not taking the time to wait for the rest of the team as he ran inside. He stepped over the unconscious bodies of bodyguards and the team spread out, looking for the Prince.

"I have eyes on Eight. Higher Western facility, near the politicians' office," The instant Seven's voice spoke the directions, Four sprinted so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet.

Seven had his gun pointed at one of the bodyguard's head, and Two, who joined them a few seconds later, pointed her gun at the other bodyguard. Four watched with baited breath as the pair took their aim. Two bullets flew through the air and the two bodyguards dropped, and your arms dropped weakly to your sides. They'd definitely broken a few things. It hurt to even lookup. The Prince and the remaining bodyguard, the one who had taken the time to torment you, looked around, confusion written on their faces. One and Two ran up to the two remaining men as Four rushed to your side and picked you up, knowing you wouldn't be able to run. You gripped onto him tightly, fear gripping onto every bone in your body. He and Five raced back to the car, needing to get you looked at as soon as possible. Eventually, you blacked out, and all you felt was Four's hand clutching yours desperately.

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They hadn't broken anything but your nose, but the bodyguard had given you two black eyes, some bruised ribs and a few cuts all over from the ring he was wearing when he hit you. Every time you stood, your entire body ached. Four was there to help you through it, of course, taking your hand and guiding you to and from places. One was still pissed off at Four for making him stop the car, potentially jeopardising the mission. And you were just as angry at him for even CONSIDERING leaving you behind.

"Look, I never wanted to leave you behind, Eight," One reasoned "But you have to understand that the team comes before the individual."

"Without the individuals, there'd be no fucking team, One! You left me to die there!" You hissed, slamming your drink down on One's coffee table. You'd come to his trailer to try and have a civil discussion, but everything he said seemed to get under your skin.

"You messed up, and you paid for it!" One shot back, shrugging off your response.

"If you had been me in that situation, would you want to be left alone?" You asked sharply, folding your arms over your chest. One looked at you and looked down again, not giving you an answer. "That's what I thought. When you're ready to apologise to me, you know where to find me," You made your way over to the door and exited, closing it behind you. Four was waiting for you like he said he would be, and you could tell from how red his face was, he had heard the whole conversation. And he wasn't happy. "C'mon let's go to your trailer."

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"He acts like his fucking big brother, getting to decide who comes who goes, who lives, who dies," Four ranted furiously, pacing around the trailer. He'd been there, he knew EXACTLY how you must have felt in that situation. He'd just been foolish enough to believe that One had learnt from the last time.

"Four, he's just a rich asshole. C'mere," You beckoned him from your spot on his couch. Hesitantly, Four came to sit next to you and you curled up next to him "I don't want to talk about him. I just want you here with me. Us and only us."

Four smiled down at you tenderly, pressing a kiss to your forehead and wrapping his arm around you. You rested your head on his chest, feeling how fast his heart was beating. It made you laugh. He was so sweet.

"You're such a softie," Four teased but he pulled you closer to him, leaving no space between you.

"You love it, Four," You responded quietly, voice muffled by his jumper.

"Billy."

"What?"

"My name's Billy," He corrected and you rested your chin on his chest to look up at him. You grinned and Billy nearly felt his heart melt.

"That's a cute name," You mumbled sweetly "I'm (Y/N)," Billy didn't say anything but he rested his head on top of yours, burying his nose in your hair, just appreciating your touch an comfort. He'd tell you someday. How he felt. But right now, he was happy just being near you. That was enough for him.

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