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thatonebirdwrites · 5 months ago

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I am taking my time between chapters to recover after posting each one. This one I carefully edited over and over again. I wanted to capture more of the trauma Kara and Lena have, and how their situations are not so different.

I also wanted to show more of Sam and Jack's support of Lena. How Lena navigates her disability (which DID is indeed a disability). Hopefully I showed it all well.

Also, I'm particularly proud of some of my prose here. Especially the last few lines of this excerpt. Let me know y'all's thoughts. EXCERPT:

She sleeps until the sun rises in a cloudless sky, the fury of the storm washed away by gold, red, and turquoise. Her head aches, her limbs throbs, and her stomach churns. She swings her legs out of bed, dizzy. She’s wearing Sam’s sweatshirt. The teddy bear lays on her pillow. One of her chapter books is open on her side table. A presence simmers at the edge of her awareness and pulses with grief.

She hears footsteps. Cobwebs stick to her thoughts, the past day a nightmare that melts like poison into her crevices. A person smeared in bright colors appears in the doorway.

“Hey, you’re awake! How are you feeling?”

She blinks and stares. The comforting presence fades, and she's left alone with the person. All red, blue, and gold — she’s familiar, but her vision is too blurry. Good or bad? She wraps her arms around herself and looks down.

“Oh, gosh, I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad. I totally get this. I really do. And uh, I won’t tell a soul. I promise, okay?”

The words bleed together, a quilt that blankets her mind.

“I mean, you’ve seen mine.” The woman rocks back and forth on her heels. She tugs more on her cape. “And, gosh, is this too much? Because we don’t have to talk about it now. But I want to help. Because something bad happened, didn’t it? And I know I have bad news for you too, but that seems like a lot, and oh gosh, Lena, what do you need?”

Need? She looks down at her hands. They are still dirty. She rubs at the dirt, but it’s dry and strange. Everything feels weird. Her head still so fuzzy. Is the person safe? She signs for the bath, but the figure doesn’t understand.

She tries again.

“Oh, uh, signs. I’m sorry. Sam said you use a chart. Want me to get the chart?”

Sam? Sam is here? She jerks to her feet, but her legs are too long. She stumbles and starts to fall, only for the person to catch her. Her vision finally resolves the figure into Kara. Reader of tales, sings so pretty.

But she’s not Sam. She crumples and starts to cry. Her body hurts, her head all foggy, and she’s dirty. She has to scrub. To clean. To not be dirty. She rubs and rubs at her hands and arms, getting more and more frantic.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Rory. Do you need to wash? Is that what this is?”

She nods desperately.

“Okay, then let’s do that. Get you to the bathroom.”

But when Kara stands, she’s too tall.

Rory scrambles backward, terrified. Too tall means the scary one is here. Which means she’s been bad. She’s done something very, very bad. She curls her hands above her head and whines in pain. Everything hurts.

“Rory, it’s okay. You’re okay.” The voice is all wrong.

No, no she's not okay. She signs for Sam. The one who holds her just right. Rocks her to sleep. For her sister Ruby who plays games and colors with her. She doesn’t want this semi-stranger. She wants Sam.

“Singing helps, right?” Kara breaks into song. A familiar song, one about rainbows and bluebirds flying.

The melody coils around her, warms her, and soothes away the panic. She crawls closer and gently touches Kara’s arm. When Kara smiles and keeps singing, her thoughts come easier, less chaotic.

Lena loves Kara. She remembers this now. Kara is safe like Sam. Kara has colored with her in the past. Cautiously, she crawls into her lap and wraps her arms around her. Kara holds her so gently. Not Sam, but still nice. Still warm.

“Feeling better?” When she nods, Kara smiles. “Do you still want to wash up?”

She nods again.

Kara helps her to the bathroom. Finds more clothing and lays it by the sink. Asks if she needs help. She shakes her head. Kara isn’t Sam, but Lena loves Kara. But Kieran loves Sam. It’s all so confusing, makes her head throb. She wants to curl up and hide, but she has to get clean.

Water cascades over her. She can’t remember how to bathe. Her head too fuzzy. She picks up items in the shower cubby. Puts them back. Picks them up again. A vague notion of body wash permeates her haze.

She finds herself standing on the bathroom floor with a towel wrapped around herself. The shower is off. Her hand smooths over the clothing by the sink, and she picks whichever feels softer against her palm.

Drink. She’s thirsty, but she can’t remember where Lena puts things. She stumbles into the hallway and sniffles. She rubs at her tears, upset and frustrated. Sound comes from the living room, and she follows it to see Kara on the sofa.

The TV is on, but it’s all wrong. She rubs at her face. Tears are bad. She’s not supposed to cry.

“How about we watch something until Sam comes?”

Relief floods her. Sam is coming. She crawls onto the sofa and huddles next to Kara, leaning into her side. She wants to be held again, but she doesn’t know Kara as well as Sam. But Kara must be good if Lena loves her, right?

Fix the show first. She points to the remote. Kara hands it to her. She presses buttons until the best show plays: alien planets and their ecosystems. Kara finds her a blanket and wraps it around her. Makes her mint tea when she indicates her stomach hurts.

Enduring is what she does. Yet she does not remember what she endures. Lena is not present to explain. Kieran is silent. She feels alone and scared. She shudders and huddles deeper under the blankets.

The soft sounds of the documentary lulls her into a state of not-awake but not-asleep.

The light darkens, ripples, and folds like origami into shadows across her walls. She fades into a restless sleep, full of sneering faces and eerie green lights.

#supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #supergirl #kara zor el #Sam arias #jack spheer #ruby arias #alex danvers #kal el #Support systems #healing journeys #DID #healing from trauma #alters #did system #trauma #childhood trauma

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borisbubbles · 6 months ago

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Eurovision 2024: #33

33. BELGIUM Mustii - "Before the party's over" 32nd place

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Decade Ranking: 125/153 [Above Vladana, below Iru]

and now I get to be smug: (date of posting, the night before the song was released, when it leaked.)

When I'm right, you'll know it. Which of you was also never fooled by RTBF's extensive PR and always suspected the semi was where it would end? Belgium never do well if we're an overdog, that's been proven again and again and again. Not enough time has passed for the Eurofans to accept the truth about "The Party is Over", so let me break it to you with zero filter.

BELGIUM HAD A BAD SONG. *THAT* IS WHY THEY WERE ELIMINATED.

Yes, a BAD SONG. Sure, the live was Very Not Good and that didn't help, (I"ll get to that), but it wasn't "four points ahead of Besa" bad. One doesn't just tumble from "critically acclaimed fan fave and expected top ten placer" to that on the basis of one underwhelming live. Kaleen was arguably worse than Mustii and faced direct competition from three other entries (Mustii only from one and it was fucking DONS ♥) and she still scraped through. That is the difference between a good Eurovision song, and a bad one.

So what makes "Before the party's over" that bad? You mean besides that it takes forever to build up into a climax that isn't even that good?

Besides the literal goat noises + unfortunate singing face?

Besides the word salad lyrics that use a lot of words to say nothing at all? ("ARE YOU STILL PLAYING THE GAME OR BREAKING THE RULES") What game? What rules? WHAT ARE YOU SINGING ABOUT?! This lyrics are as tiresome to read as they were tedious to hear.

Maybe the fact that's it's appalingly vainglorious?

Like, what's the matter? An enibriated gay enters the stage, behaves like he's the centre of the universe, deludes himself into thinking he serves, mama (refering to his own behaviour as that in his mind, ofc) and everybody is too pre-occupied on their phones to pay him attention. That's half of homosexuality during karaoke night at the gay bar. Big deal. If the ambition is to do well in Eurovision, perhaps one should aim higher than "glamped-up Mirud"?

That said, it wasn't until the live in the Semi i realized why nothing works. Once you see it performed on a stage the AZERBAIJANI COLOURS come out, and they're not a part of any televote-qualifier rainbow that I've ever seen. If you're going to come in all "I AM AWESOME" then gives us a reason to agree with you? It was a lot of style attempting to cover a complete lack of substance, and doing it poorly. The song was a bluff, an empty promise carefully aimed at currying jury votes (hence why it dominated early polls) and the live exposed it for what it was. End of.

I've also seen people toss around the idea that Mustii was a Sennek, but I don't believe this is fair towards either of them. Sennek had a great song, and no vision. She assumed the song would be enough get her into the final by default. She then spent the rest of the preseason guzzling down glasses of zinfandel until she took the stage and everyone -to their HORROR- understood how woefully unprepared and inexperienced she was.

Mustii, if anything, was Sennek's direct opposite. He had an unvoteable song and a clear vision in mind (himself.) and worked VERY hard to engineer it into a qualifier. So much that he actively neglected basic human needs such as sleep? Like I've seen at least THREE different interviews where Mustii cheerfully reveals he'd been rehearsing so often that he hasn't slept in days, like dude, TAKE ALL THE NAPS IN THE WORLD. REST YOURSELF. PLEASE.

So with that in mind, I can ~understand~ why he wasn't good live. If you work yourself into insomnia and anxiety, and then are thrown into the most TOXIC BACKSTAGE of all times, yeah ofc you're not going to be at your best.

Even with a good live, I still think Belgium NQ. The song was hopeless. Let this be an eternal reminder for everyone that Fade to Blacks will no longer be tolerated in Eurovision across any flag and banner.

THE RANKING

#Eurovision 2024 #Eurovision #ESC #ESC 2024 #Eurovision Song Contest #Belgium #Mustii #Thomas Mustin #Before the party's over #Youtube

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twila-star · 7 months ago

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Gon let out a small breath that dispelled the anxiety from his stomach. Gon was really good at feigning confidence, he faked it so well, its infectious energy made him feel as though he really was brave through everything and gave him the push to do things most people cowed away from.

He only got these feelings right before Gon intuitively felt something terrible was going to happen, like a storm brewing quickly on the horizon while you were in the middle of calm, deep, ominous ocean. The small breath usually centered him again.

“Are you sure you absolutely have to find death?” Gon’s latest companion asked from beside him, flicking a bang of white hair from his sharp blue eyes, his nose scrunched in doubt. Killua was against this plan since Gon’s explained it. Well, Killua’s been against this whole journey Gon was on, but still agreed to help. Now Killua was specifically against this current plan on how to get it done.

“When I spoke to the fae, he told me the Ar-Bar Viva was the best place to get information on Death’s whereabouts.” Gon said, grinning at Killua and Killua once again rolled his eyes.

“Unlikely. No one knows where he is…” Killua muttered darkly to himself, pinning his glance to one side away from the doors ahead of them. Killua has been pessimistic about it but Gon’s been grateful that he’s stuck around anyways. It’s a little disorienting, traversing the aephemeral plane once Gon’s entered, not many humans travel here and fewer even stay here, it’s easy to lose your life to the natural susceptibilities in human like entities here- many try to trick humans out of their lives or- just from their natural purpose- take humans under their influence. Killua who lives here as some sort of being- Gon hasn’t asked and Killua hasn’t offered- been working as a sort of guide to Gon in the realm.

Gon smiled good naturedly to Killua and tried to elbow him playfully, and like all the other times, Killua swerved his body in a way to avoid contact with Gon. Killua was completely averse to physical touch to the point Gon was sure it was in some form to protect Gon. But it made Killua so mildly annoyed and it amused Gon how Killua always sensed just when Gon was trying to touch him that Gon kept attempting every so often, acting like it was out of human habit. Plus Killua hasn’t actually snapped at him about it, so Gon doesn’t think he minds, not really.

“Come on, Killua, you’ve got to have a better mindset about this. This has to work” Gon said, pushing past the doors to get inside the bar, and was immediately swathed in heavy heat floating close to the roof of the establishment and the smell of incense and inebriating smoke. Gon’s eyes swept across the people in the bar who stared back at him like he was the main show, a sore thumb stuck out in a place that would be boring otherwise. Gon might actually be a sore thumb, with some of the gear he’s gathered while he’s been here, a dialette engraved dagger at his hilt, a piercing cloak to keep from being hit by projectiles, fanciful fabric designed on the shimmery surface, a binding spell earring that catches and absorbs any spells thrown his way and allows him to release it back out at his will, he was a little more prepared now than he was before he came here.

But he just stood tall and stared back appraisingly for his target. He knows how to exude enough confidence to trick people into thinking he belongs here, down here, and not to be messed with. The entities here enjoyed drinks and smokes that would probably kill humans or lesser beings, or their brain would melt from what the hallucinogens would reveal to them. Their skins varied in as many colors of the rainbows and others Gon has never seen, some entities with too many eyes and others he couldn’t look directly at because his vision distorted and his brain could not comprehend the shape. Gon finally landed on his target, within an enclave in the wall of the establishment, parted light curtains to create a sense of semi privacy and importance, a snakeful lounging person, the tendrils of their tails curling and crossing so it looks like his upperbody is sitting in a writhing nest, and he sipped on a tall oblong glass while a long thin stick lazed between his pinched and painted lips, smoke tendrils lazily floating up past his hanging talismen.

Gon’s eyebrows set in determination and began making his way across to him like he owned the place.

“Oy.” Killua’s voice cut sharply through the bar’s low voices and music, and Gon felt Killua’s intention to stop. Killua didn’t really touch anything so when he needed to catch someone’s attention, Gon’s found Killua can send out intentions that feel as solid as a phantom touch from a hand or an intuition.

They weren’t too far from the man right now, and he appraised them interested but they were too far for him to ascertain if he was their target. They could still leave. Gon turned to Killua, raising an eyebrow.

“Please don’t tell me that’s who we’re here to see.” Killua said, scolding, caution, and weariness swimming in his eyes. Gon could always read Killua so easily, and he was sort of addicted to seeing what new emotions he could drag up into Killua’s face. “It’s a bad idea, Gon. That one is no good. He’s a trickster, a gambler, almost everything he says is a lie and almost never upholds his ends of his deals.” Killua explained in a hushed tone, giving a quick glance around at those around him.

“I’m pretty good at telling when someone is lying.” Gon assured Killua, and reached out his hand to grab Killua’s assuringly. Or he would if Killua didn’t swing his hand the other way and give Gon an irritated unimpressed look while Gon suppressed a smile. Poorly. “Even if he doesn’t give me everything, I know I can get the information I need.” Gon said and turned back to the man. Killua’s wall to keep him in place was no longer there and Gon went on with his plan. Behind him, Gon’s blessed ears heard Killua muttered, “I dont like this…”

Gon approached the snake man, and he could practically feel the other patrons at the bar vibrate with excitement, they had bloodlust and wanted to see violence. It raised Gon’s awareness, acute to any sudden movements, their energy prepping Gon for a fight from the man but he was surprised when the snake made no effort to stop or address Gon as he stepped past the curtain and talisman hanging above the enclave. Killua turned at the entrance of the seating area and leaned against the wall, perched with ease but a dangerous aura surrounding him to keep others from trying anything funny.

“Mmhh, what do I owe the pleasure of such a beautiful human specimen visiting me?” The snake man asked with a husky voice.

“Where can I find death?” Gon asked, no point in dancing around what he needs if this man will just try to talk him into circles. He grinned wider.

“What’s your name?” The snake asked. Gon just shook his head in response and caught Killua’s approving nod from the corner of his eye. The man grinned wider.

“We can exchange, my name is Hisoka.” The snake said and put out a hand to shake, black intricate markings on the back of his hand like beautiful vase work. Killua glanced over his shoulder at Hisoka and then back out over the general audience of the bar which had gotten back into their normal routine. Gon glanced at the hand, he knew no harm could really come to him if it’s from a casted spell or projectile. But he didn’t know what kind of entity was Hisoka, he could die naturally just by Hisoka’s purpose or some other means he can’t account for him.

“You know I am human, so I’ll be cautious of touch.” Gon said to Hisoka. Hisoka’s wired his mouth to one side but still seemed highly in a good mood.

“Alright, I understand, human.” The snake purred with the back of his tongue. “You asked for information. This I do not give out free.” Hisoka said. Gon tensed but nodded. He knows this much at least. But he has to know- Death’s the one that will most likely have Kite. Gon was so stupid, deadset on finding his father, he didn’t realize he could lose someone that was with him through the journey the whole time. Gon had to find him to see Kite one last time and apologize. Make sure Kite knows how much he meant to Gon. Gon grew up a sailor, he knows how to bargain.

“Name your price, we can see if we come to an agreement.” Gon said. Hisoka grinned with a sharp set of teeth but the next time he opened his mouth, they were harmless, human sets.

“I do not need much, I will tell you what I know. All I want is for you to do a favor for me before you leave the bar.” Hisoka said.

“Lies.” Killua whispered but it felt like Gon could hear it sweetly only in his ears.

“Mh, cute friend you have here.” Hisoka grinned towards Killua and Gon bristled.

“I won’t kill anyone. And I do not have enough money to buy something exorbitant.” Gon said. Hisoka grinned and nodded.

“That’s not a problem. I have information you want, but honestly, it’s not exclusive to me. It’d be mean to ask for a large favor in response, I want a favor equal to what you are asking for. No buying, no crazy actions, it’s really just something simple.” Hisoka said.

“Why not clear up what the favor is right now?” Gon asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, that’s information, and part of the exchange is information, isn’t it?” Hisoka grinned and Gon let out a breath before looking Hisoka over. He seems harmless, relaxed enough that he doesn’t even seem poised to attack or fight. Nothing tells Gon he should be worried about a physical resistance. So now it’s just mind games or puzzles he’d have to worry about. And with Killua with him, he has nothing to worry about. Gon gave a curt nod once to agree to Hisoka’s terms.

The snake coils tightened and writhed excitedly as Hisoka leaned forward, pulling the smoke of whatever it was from his lips and placing the flute of drink down, but his face didn’t betray any excitement. With a last exhale of smoke from his lips, Hisoka met Gon’s face properly.

“You’re looking for death, but to find him, you should understand his position in this realm. You’ve heard of the four horsemen of the apocalypse: war, famine, conquest, and of course death. They are family, and work in both tandem and against each other. They should never strike together, lest the apocalypse begins, but they all have work and purpose in the human realm.” Hisoka said and Gon nodded, listening intently. “Well, they have their locations here in the aephermeral realm, an ashen landscape with towers for each to commune and also stay apart from each other.” Hisoka said. “The badlands.”

Gon stiffened, immediately latching onto that piece of information. The badlands- ashen, towers- he can find it. Then he can find death and then he can find Kite and apologize to him. Hisoka’s tongue flickered out while his eyes widened with pleasant surprise.

“Ah, the way your eyes light up is beautiful… such determination! You must be really determined to chase your kill… But it’s not that easy, Gon. There’s been… a recent development.” Hisoka grinned and Gon narrowed his eyes in suspicion, a slight uneasy feeling in his stomach. He let out a small breath to get his confidence back and listen with baseless assurance.

“Recently the horsemen death has run from his position in a powergrab dash, took conquest and ran off with their handler- diablo.” Hisoka grinned, having too much fun weaving this tale. Gon’s spine tingled with unease.

“The devil?” Gon asked, a bit breathless. He knew that there were a lot of entities that influenced the human realm here- greed, cowardice, the tingly feeling you get when that one mirror is uncovered in the attic- but he didn’t think anything as big as a god like the devil was down here.

“He drives the four horsemen forward, they bend to his will. Once his master plan is ready, thats when he’ll direct them to attack all at once to bring the apocalypse. But now he has left with the horsemen- the rumors around the place is either death stole the devil away with unknown magicks to control the handler and come into power through puppetry rule, or the devil convinced death and conquest to run with him.” Hisoka explained. “No one really knows what happened, except maybe the other horsemen and riders. And no one can really confirm- you see, if you enter the badlands unprepared, you can lose all your memories, your soul, even your life. So the number of people who have seen who the horsemen are or what they look are slim and far inbetween, except for a few exceptions- close confidants, allies, riders and inhabitants of the badlands- the harbingers. So that might be your best bet to find where death is. Start with his domain.” Hisoka said, emphasizing the unsurity of this whole quest. But Gon already knew that this is all based on blindly groping around untrodden territory! It won’t be the reason he slows down now. Gon frowned as his mind whirled with the information, trying to develop next solid steps based on maybes and guesses.

“What about the kills? Can I find the spirits death takes in his domain?” Gon asked. Maybe if he didn’t know where death was but found where he kept the souls, he can sneak in and out after finding Kite. It was only a slight backstep that Death has run from his post.

“Sorry, death takes the souls, but doens’t tend to them, that is for the death’s angel, hades, to manage. You won’t find the souls in death’s domain.” Hisoka said. Gon huffed, but he needed either hades or death to direct him. Well, either way it sounds like his next steps are to go to the badlands and find out where death went or where hades keep the souls. He’s getting closer tho.

“Thank you for the information.” Gon said, his voice serious as he continued to keep his full attention onto Hisoka. “I want to get started right away, so… your favor, that I need to do before I leave here, what is it?”

There was a noticeable shift in the air as Hisoka narrowed his eyes. It seeped from Hisoka and spread until it affected the whole bar. It made Gon’s hair stand on end and Killua sat stragihter up from the wall alert.

“My favor… Gon…” Hisoka said and Gon shuddered, cold chill running through him- he never told this demon his name. “If you can go ahead and die for me.” Hisoka grinned and the bar sprang into action.

Gon let out a choking gasp, turning to see every entity in the bar unload their ethereal weapons, melee and long range, soul and physical. Gon turned back to Hisoka, livid. He smashed his fists into the back plush of the seat Hisoka was just sitting in, having made his getaway in the split second Gon turned his attention away.

“Gon!” Killua’s voice cracked through the static ringing in Gon’s ears. Gon’s eyes snapped back to the enclave entrance where Killua was attempting to block the way inside. But he had no weapons and his thin and wiry frame lended to no intimidation to these people. Gon’s adrenaline was running and he needed to focus now to protect his partner, give that rage outlet somewhere to go.

Gon pushed forward past the curtains billowing behind him, and pulled out his dialette dagger, coming just in time as Killua flinched out the way of a sword’s downward swing. He caught the edge with his re-inforced dagger and pushed them back with a spray of stardust. He turned and jabbed his dagger into another one nearby and kicked back with his foot to keep another one from advancing on them.

Gon caught Killua’s expression as he turned to attack another bar patreon, genuine fear swimming in those beautiful pools of blue, and Gon let out another angry growl. He knew coming to the aephemeral plane, his life would be at risk, but it was worth it for Kite. He could throw it all away knowing what he was gambling with. But Killua who has been a constant companion for weeks now, soft and gentle, witty and funny, he’s here out of the goodness of his heart, or whatever equivalent, and the fact that Hisoka would threaten his life while Gon was around, it made him even angrier.

“Gon, to your left!” Killua called out, pressing himself closer to the wall. Shit, Gon learned how to fight well during his times in the aephemeral realm, and he knows how to bar brawl but this was becoming overwhelming. It was one thing to fight whatever his fists made contact with while everyone else was against everyone else too, but all eyes were on him and they were starting to swarm.

Gon slashed another person down and jolted as a soul piercing arrow hit his cloak, but not him- still safe. He growled and released the spells from his binding earrings, a shot of fire into the entitiy and knocked them off their feet. Another took their place and Gon stabbed forward, but they clenched their muscles as they fell back and the dagger flew from Gon’s grasp, lodged in their body. Gon let out a surprised cry and he vaguely heard Killua cry his name but Gon’s static in his ears were much too loud as he saw the large bull man bring a heavy two handed axe down over his head. He had alot of magick protection but nothing for blunt damage.

The next thing Gon saw was a pale hand griping the bull man’s wrist. It was petite and didn’t even wrap fully around the bulky wrist, it seemed almost staged how this grip stopped the full moment swing. But the bull man let out a horrified cry as the skin in contact with this hand began to gray and wring out. The eyes glazed over, losing its color to a misty gray and the bull fell over, half his arm looking like something from a crypt. This happened in a few seconds and it stopped everyone in their tracks for a moment. Gon blinked, what just happened?

Then Killua was moving in front of him, a dark glower on his face and his eyes so dark blue they were almost black as they were shadowed by his bangs. Gon shivered, he looked terrifying, his aura immense like Gon’s never felt since being here- since being next to Killua. The crowd recovered and attempted to push past Killua to get to Gon and that proved multiple people’s fatal mistake. With a flash of blue fire, a white hot steel scythe materialized and with an effortless swing, braced around Killua’s hips, three of the closest people fell to their death, their eyes various shades of white and grays.

Gon stumbled back, adrenaline crashing down and leaving him breathless, watching Killua keep the crowd off them.

“I was serious when I set to help you.” Hisoka’s voice sounded in Gon’s ear and he startled, turning his head. He registered Hisoka floating besides him- no, the end of his seemingly never ending snake tail was wrapped up in the rafter’s of the bar’s roof, suspending him at Gon’s level. Then Hisoka was smacking a piece of paper to Gon’s face but he could see through it like it was sheer fabric.

“What are you-”

“The favor you gave me is the most fun I could have asked for- this talisman of true seeing will help you on your true next step of the journey.” Hisoka said and physically turned Gon’s head to look back at Killua. It was a little disorienting, it was like seeing two different pictures overlapping with each other in each of his eyes but then the magicks kicked in and Gon could see Killua’s form bleeding through what Gon knew Killua to look like this whole time. Half a face of skull, blue flames dancing around him, a billowing cloak made of the galaxy expanse and the black and blue and silver and white sythe, the image flicking as he gave another smooth upward slash and claiming four more souls in the motion. Gon’s been traveling with who he has been chasing this whole time.

Killua was the pale horseman, Death.

#hxh #hxau #hxh au #killua #gon #killugon #hunter x hunter #hunterxdeath #magic au #hxm #hxd #no editting we die like men #a little editting i actually like this concept #may expand this later

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autisticiyami · 11 months ago

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crazy? i was crazy once. they locked me in a room. a rubber room. a rubber room filled with rats. th

LISTEN TO MY AUTISM-INDUCED HEADCANONS BOY. i think about him a criminal amount i have his entire life planned out to fit with that ososan repainted idea i never did anything with that goes along with 80skun. do u see the vision. no? well ill show u. welcom to my freaking twisted evil mind. rant incoming.

also im gona be hopefully updating this semi-frequently as i draw more stuff and actually feel like explaining stuff. this post will be my Iyami Autism Diary now.

i dont have specific sources on any of these rn bc im writing this on my computer and also bc its probably something i saw once and didnt bother to save or anthing so. bear with me here.

-baby iyami. loveless child. born by a mother who always knew she would be better off without him and sharing the sibling moniker with an unironic sociopath older brother. emotionally neglected and naturally socially inept due to autism, along with like.. looking like that. you know he was torn to shred by everyone. japanese kids are RUTHLESS his entire elementary/middle school experience was getting his face dragged across the concrete and his lunch money stolen. i imagine he starts to become rlly jaded and outwardly mean as a defense mechanism in like 2nd/3rd grade, finally realizing that this shit isnt all sunshines and rainbows lil bro and that no one likes him. he went to school with both honkan and kaoru, honkan he would always get into scuffles with but kaoru was like the only kid that ever genuinely attempted to be nice to iyami. read: attempted. because iyami has bpd at the ripe age of 7 and a half and screams at him whenever hes around for no reason other than that hes really scared of him being a genuinely kind person. hes a fucked up kid in a fucked up situation surrounded by nothing but apathy and misunderstanding of how he works and thinks and wants. the scar on his face comes from an incident with his older brother who i imagine got so mad at him one time that he chased iyami around with a knife threatening to slit his throat open. luckily (or probably more unluckily) he just sliced the side of his face open. that was the first and last time that iyamis mother actually worried for him. and by "worried" i mean get mad at both of them for fucking around like that and then not taking iyami to get stitches because "he'd be fine."

-iyami's highschool experience is. slightly less horrific. mostly because hes kinda just accepted that everyone in the whole world hates him and at some point realized he should just live out of spite to piss everyone else off. he never really had any career dreams mostly since the only career he realistically could have was wage slave in the city, which would be like sending him to death row for him. due to his autism and prolonged abuse from all sides, hes become kind of an expert at knowing how people work, though he doesnt necessarily understand any of it. he realizes that he would much rather be a backpeddler on the streets than a corporate slave, so when hes kicked out at like 16/17 for being literally just a curseon his mother at that point hes right out there trying to charm his way into any way to make money. first couple years were difficult, i imagine he just. didnt finish highschool due to being homeless immediately. he always had a kickass sense of style though, and maybe bc he was younger he managed to pull off charm much more successfully. honestly i dont have too many any specific ideas ab this era sowwy... bc it kinda just exists as "the part before chibita" which speaking of

-his twenties and thirties is spent like the exact same way. like the autism is strong in this one hes very content with just being the worst. but thats only because he literally sees no other way for him to live because its all hes been offered to do by life. quite fucked up! but that leaves him with a great optimism and positive "nothing in life matters!!!!" attitude. i actuallyyyyy dont know exactly how to span this next part.... but i was thinking that he met chibita when the kid was around 6 and iyami was 30. iyami just kind of... adopts him? as a weird sort of nephew. but at the same time iyami is in a perpetual state of childishness so sometimes chibita is like the parent/uncle to iyami. theyre so strange. but speaking of iyamis childishness Yeah theres some side effects of prolonged neglect and trauma since first memory surprisingly!! iyami kind of aged backwards, having to mature early to try and protect himself and keep some level of sanity, he was never really treated like a kid especially not by mother and brother or even other kids. now that he's an actual adult his brain has sort of flipped over, now stuck in a weird area of feigning immaturity in every situation that isnt immediately "life-threatening" in his eyes. all that to say that iyami is agere and is basically regressed somewhat at all times and it just varies depending on the situation.

but yeah this era. a couple years after meeting chibita he ships himself off to the city suddenly hoping to be able to make something happen there Kind of an early mid-life crisis moment. and boy it is not great! this part is where i dump the rest of trauma on him but you dont get to hear that. something something tougou's crime ring. after like a bit under a year he ends up coming back and... HOLY FUCK IS THAT A REFERENCE TO THE FIRST EPISODE OF OSOMATSU-KUN 1988??? you bet your sorry ass it is. im literally so smart they shouldve hired me to make ososan dude.

-osokun '88 era happens ig?? his old situationship behated kaoru is a cop now apparently and he's stationed right in iyami territory. quite awkward! kaoru doesnt particularly like him 1 because like. cop/criminal dichotomy first of all. 2 because iyami was a cunt to him and honkan for seemingly no reason their entire childhood and 3 iyami seems to have a really weird complex of being mean and hating kaoru currently but also obviously going out of his way to get in kaoru's way. quite immature! i explained why that is though. kaoru in his infinite sweetnes though eventually just kinda feels bad for the dude because its kinda just pathetic at this point and also because he DOES know that iyami is actually a super cute sweet guy because there was one (1) time where as a kid iyami let his guard down around kaoru and played with him at his house after school just to be completely ripped to shreds literally and figuaratively by his classmates the next day when kaoru was acting super friendly with him and iyami just kinda blamed him for it for like 20 years. VERY pathetic! but he was like 9 dude. kaoru understands this and kinda just... lets iyami wreak havoc more than he would other people partly bc he still thinks hes pretty silly.

i have a whole big episode idea of the two getting together and probably hundreds of headcanons and ideas about the two together but tbh?? im gonna spare you and keep it as paraphrased as i can manage for both of our sanities. but watch me go back and edit this post or make a new one just infodumping ab everything about them.

but like yeah ig events happen. hey do u remember iyami's "daughter" who is actually his niece because there is no fucking way in any reality that this guy has procreated?? well she comes in sometime around here becasue her father (still an untreated aspd) kind of doesnt give a shit and neither does her whore mother and they choose to dump their kid off with uncle iyami for the summers now. yay!! i also have a lot of headcanons and stuff ab her (her name is hiyori btw) but thats for another post.

iyami's family turns into basically him, his husband, and his two (sometimes three) (some not actually legit) (and one is gone when it isnt the summer) neicephews. isnt that awsome??? i cry and scream and throw up just thinking about it. sometimes iyami is the nephew but thats awesome. sometimes a family can be some gay man and an orphan that is his husband's nephew and his husband's actual niece, his husband's lesbian best friend that is basically an aunt at this point, and his husband who is sometimes also his nephew/child because of cptsd and they are all autistic. truly beautiful stuff.

and yeah thats. that. like i said i'll be updating this with better explanations of stuff and hopefully actual art But this works for now!!!! no one wanted this but the world got it anyway. you can thank me later.

#my art #osomatsu kun #osomatsu kun 1989 #iyami #kaoiya #this might be my worst post yet #my headcanons #long post #like so long #lore dump #ig??#i dont actually care if anyone sees this btw #like i said its my diary now so idgaf!!

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thesugarhole · 1 year ago

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I felt a bit surprised that Charles had been able to assign our local, semi-concealed System Wizard a gender for longer than thirty seconds

definitely one of his more (dare i say rewrite?) annoying traits for sure

His legs slammed into the ground in relentless syncopated rhythm, creating a hysterical, deafening drumbeat that made old broken windows rattle in their panes.

diversity win! first non human entity to use he/him in this story!

It was hard to keep Charles from getting sucked into the seven-dimensional space reallocation error at the corner of Mill and Union, but I managed. Suffice to say it’s good that he’s quick on his feet. After realizing he was past the danger, he brushed himself off and glanced around. “Oh, come on,” he said to the empty streets. “How come nobody ever sees my most heroic moves?”

himbo (affectionately)

ooo the traffic light with the claws is also a he/him ok

didnt think id be entertained by this but here i am. if its as interesting as the lemonade cult then yea

I steered Charles towards some food, which he stole without paying [sigh].

youve heard it before and youll hear it again: absolute hell world that all this shit is still "secretly" (snippy has no way of knowing) being accounted for when the guy is just trying to not die. doing the best he can with the knowledge he has (captain wizardly does not a human body keep fed after all)

what the hells a dead zone wraith anyway

oh. a dex. whose job is "entertain" (scare) tourists. ok

NO WAY theres a journal entry from a dex thats not pilot though finally my reading wishes are being fulfilled

I honed my audio receivers in on the spot and picked up the telltale puff and huff of a filter mask. Say! I knew that guy! "Hey, Charles!" I called out and waved my hand. "Man, it had been a while! Remember me? Dixon 11-07-02?” I think radiation must have eaten through my speakers because most of my greeting came out as grinding screechy cough. Charles froze and stared at me without answering, chest rising and falling rapidly. He glanced around nervously, tensed to run.

tragedy enjoyers right now: lol

That was classic Charles! Always throwing things first and asking questions second. Well… more like throwing things first, and then running away at top speed. He’d always been an oddball like that. I know he has his… connectivity issues, but that tour guide book ANNET printed just for him explained me and the other wasteland D.Z.T.G. employees. “Well good afternoon to you, too,” I said, wiping the cement dust away from my optical array. When I had cleared my vision, Charles had vanished into the rubble like an agoraphobic rat. “How’ve you been, Charles? Haven’t seen you much lately.” Geez, I only wanted some company! Where’d he gotten off to?

tragedy enjoyers right now: lmao, even

its freaking me out that this guy looks way more like a robot than anything else. are we mixing up terminologies here or is this still a human-turned-android-as-capital-punishment situation and he just happened to get it worse because of his occupation?? CLEARLY not a human face structure, especially if its meant to scare and whatnot

aaah stuffs not making sense again. booooo. edit: missed the dex-WRAITH disclaimer sorry. its a different dex type. its not a satisfying answer but. its an answer i guess.

A notice popped up demanding that I take Charles to the organ harvest and Dex conversion facility. I skimmed over the notice. Psh! That couldn’t be right. The debt the notice described was much too immense for a single person to have accrued. How could someone owe that much to the Directorate? Excessive gambling? This had to be a filing error of some sort. I scrolled further. Well, that was a lot of parking tickets. Still, even all those couldn’t account for an infinite debt.

christ lmao. he doesnt even have a car though, are these from like. that run down car captain drove over the rainbow? i think zee left it at the knock off mcdonalds

The G-Overseer can kiss my rusty, metal derriere.

that futurama reference took waaaay too long to make

this is breaking my heart dixon is actually talking out loud to him and warning him of the debt but his voice filters stuff are mangled beyond hell so all that comes out is banshee esque noises. snippy accumulates 50 Ls for every W he scrapes by

"What's your name?" I asked. "You sound... cute." "I'm Matilda Trafficlight. Now please move away from Charles, before you give him a heart attack," she stated firmly.

can love bloom between a dex dead zone wraith and a traffic light with a name

“And how about I get you a coffee to apologize? I know just the place,” I added, feeling like quite the player. "There's a nice... G-bux coffee shop that's still mostly intact." "Oh, you’re too kind", Matilda said, and I wished that she was here in person again. All her lights always lit up together when she was excited about fixing something. "Very well, I accept!"

it can. yaaaaay!

(is dexes and objects with idiot AI dating something common in this world? like i thought that bomb was just being cheeky when she said 'this pilot is cute but i dont have time for dating' or whatever but maybe it's common place)

biomatrix is so close to becoming a regular im on the edge of my seat

#reading romac #sugar.txt

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aomine-in-gensokyo · 1 year ago

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Hey guys, Daiki Aomine here

Well well, looks like me and the rest of the guys made it to the semi-finals, huh? Not bad. Hmm.. "The Generation of Miracles..." Now that takes me back. Back then, we were the strongest around. I have faith all of us can make it past this round too. The opponent is tough, but we too know a thing or two about giving it our all until the bitter end. So let's hear your support.

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Alright guys! I think it's time to talk about just who are the Generation of Miracles? They are the prodigious group of middle school basketball players who all played in Teiko Middle School! Every last one of them has a unique ability that makes them incredibly powerful on the basketball court! And that's not even accounting for how incredible they are at basketball as a whole!

Oh, and I'd figure I'd mention, that ALL of their names is representative of a color! Essentially, the first kanji of their last names means the color that represents them. I'll go in rainbow order: Akashi (赤司), Kise (黄瀬), Midorima (緑間), Aomine (青峰), Murasakibara (紫原), and Momoi (桃井) (Technically, 桃 means "peach" which still alludes to her hair color). Additionally, part of Kuroko's (黒子) name means "black." While he doesn't have black hair (he has light blue hair), his name is a reference to the fact to how everyone refers to him as a "shadow!"

So what about them exactly makes them so cool? Well, as said earlier, they were the basketball team at Teiko Middle School. With all of them around, they were able to win three consecutive junior high national tournaments! Their skills were exceptional!! I'll briefly list each of their unique skills below:

[Image ID: A picture of Kuroko (light blue hair, white jersey) passing the ball with his open left palm. The ball is in quick motion on the left of the image. Kuroko has a very determined look on his face. End ID]

Kuroko (Position Unknown): He's actually not very athletic! However, he made up for this with a very special ability known as "Misdirection." His general lack of presence plus his skill at redirecting other people's vision away for him allowed him to steal and pass balls at insane angles! It always baffled his opponents!

[Image ID: A picture of Kise (white jersey, yellow hair) passing two opposing players (purple-maroon jerseys). He is learning forward as he quickly dribbles the ball with his right hand. His face is full of focus and determination. The player on his left has his arms raised up as he has lost his balance. The player behind Kise has a worried expression on his face. End ID]

Kise (Small Forward): His signature ability is to copy other people's moves! Essentially, Kise has the natural talent to mimic the skills of ANY player he sees, putting it all together into his own refined style! With so many moves at his disposal, he was a true force to be reckoned with.

[Image ID: An image of Midorima (green hair, white jersey) shooting the ball from a small distance past the 3-point line. There is a blue trail following the ball to represent the arch of Midorima's long distance shot. Midorima is facing the basket (thus away from the viewer). His left arm is up, as he had just let go of the ball. The other 3 players (black jersey) on the opposing team look back at the basket. End ID]

Midorima (Shooting Guard): His unique skill was his ability to make a basket anywhere on the court! 3-pointers were his bread and butter, and he'd rack up points quickly! This is especially dangerous since he could easily make a full court basket, at any point in the game! His fundamentals were also very solid.

[Image ID: An image of Aomine (dark blue hair, white jersey) quickly passing another player (black jersey). There are lines on his legs, arms, and back, to suggest that Aomine is moving incredibly fast. His pose is someone who is running, leaning far forward. Aomine has the basketball in his right arm, next to his head. End ID]

Aomine (Power Forward): Also known as the ace of Teiko! His skill was that he was incredibly talented at basketball, much more than the others. His agility, power, and finesse of the ball made him unstoppable! He could pull off the trickiest and flashiest baskets you've ever seen! (One example is when he makes it from behind the backboard)

[Image ID: A picture of Momoi (pink hair) smiling. She is wearing a pastel yellow hoodie with a light blue collared shirt and a dark blue ribbon. She is holding a yellow clipboard to her chest. There are two players with light blue T-shirts on the left and right of her. Only their arms are seen. End ID]

Momoi (Manager): Though she didn't actually play on the court, she was a very important member on the team! Her special ability was her accurate analytical skills! She could gather data, analyze it, and create predictions of players with 100% accuracy! This data was used to both train players and make strategies against opponents.

[Image ID: A picture of Murasakibara (purple hair, black T-shirt, maroon shorts) dunking over two other players in yellow jerseys. The two other players are falling down as they face Murasakibara who is above them, having just completed a dunk. The basketball is also falling in front of Murasakibara. The wind around them all is a representation of Murasakibara's physical power over the other two players. End ID]

Murasakibara (Center): His talent was his incredible physical power. He was HUGE! Standing at 6'1 in middle school, he easily shut down any player who tried to score. Despite his size, he was also incredibly fast as well, so no ball was safe from his reach!

[Image ID: A gif of Akashi (red hair, white jersey) dribbling the ball against another player (muted red jersey). Akashi does two crossovers with the ball. He first starts by dribbling with his right hand, baiting the opposing player to follow causing him to stumble. He then dribbles the ball behind him into his left hand while also moving a bit to the left. As the other player recovers from their stumble, he again chases after Akashi. In this moment, Akashi again switches the ball behind him into his right hand while moving to his right, and quickly dribbles past the opposing player. The opposing player is left stumbling as Akashi gets away, under-passing the ball to his teammate. End ID]

Akashi (Point Guard): The captain of the Teiko basketball team! He has the infamous "Emperor Eye," which allows him to essentially see into the future and predict what's going to happen on the court, countering it perfectly. Plus, his skills on the court (dribbling, passing, dunking) were top level! With all of this, one of his special moves was to guarantee an ankle break on any opponent!

So that's a quick rundown of the might of the Generation of Miracles! Remember that this is them in middle school! Kuroko no Basket takes place when they are all in high school!! You better believe that they've grown even more powerful as they grew older!

There's SO much more to talk about when it comes to these guys, but I'll leave that for another time (or for some other people)! Right now, the Generation of Miracles is down right now, but I believe we can come back from this! The poll has only started, but let's see a great fight!! Let's go Generation of Miracles!!

Daiki Aomine heading out

Semifinals Match 1

Generation of Miracles (Kuroko No Basuke): Kise (Yellow), Midorima (Green), Aomine (Blue), Murasakibara (Purple), Akashi (Red), and Kuroko (Light Blue)

The Reds and The Blues (Red vs Blue): Sarge (Red), Simmons (Maroon), Grif (Orange), Donut (Pink), Lopez (Brown), Kaikaina (Yellow), Tucker (Teal), Caboose (Blue), Church (Light Blue), Doc (Purple), Washington (Grey), and Carolina (Aqua)

#KUROKO NO BASKET!!!!!#i have once again come to support knb in a poll #the generation of miracles is such an interesting group pls believe me #i put so much effort into this but theres still so much more to say...#and yes they are down but i have ABSOLUTE faith as the week goes by we can turn this around!!#so go out there and support the generation of miracles!!!#polls #poll essays

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honeypirate · 4 years ago

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Old Friend pt 2

Part one

Vulcan x Fem!Reader

Request: Can you do a part 2 of an old friend with how Vulcan's friends would react to reader? Also, Lisa secretly likes Vulcan and blackmails reader. This takes place when Lisa is revealed as a traitor to Vulcan.

Sooooooo I already had this part semi written so I just tried to add most of this request hahah I didn’t have the blackmail part so I tried to add it and I just left the ending like I already had. I hope you like it!

Unedited like usual

“Oh” she says with a forced smile and you stare, just a little too long trying to place her. How do you know her?! “Hi there! I’m Yu, it’s nice to meet you” the boy says as he comes toward you “I’m y/n” you say with an awkward laugh before reaching out your hand for a hand shake “it’s nice to meet you as well” Lisa eyes you the whole time, she knew you right away. She remembers the day you met, you knocked on Giovanni’s office as they finished their meeting and he brought you in, talking to you about your duties for a moment before dismissing you, Lisa watching from her spot on a chair. You didn’t look or talk to her, but she knew something wrong was happening for you to be here. “Hey Yu, how about you show y/n the workshop and Vulcan and I will make some food” you make eye contact with Vulcan, your eyes a little concerned and he just smiles softly and nods. Yu smiles “follow me! Maybe I can show you my inventions too” you chuckle softly as he launches into telling you about his ideas as he leads you out the door.

“What happened to her?” Lisa asks, Why is she here? She adds just in her head, as she takes ingredients from the fridge “she just escaped Giovani and needed refuge” Vulcan says with a sigh as he starts the stove. “Did those boys leave? For real?” Vulcan asks and Lisa nods “yeah they’re gone now. And your can throwing mess is cleaned up” Vulcan laughs “thank you, Lisa”

You’re sitting in the couch in the little home space in the side of the workshop, Yu showing you his sketches and his prototypes, you ask questions excitedly since you have experience with Vulcan’s inventions. “this is the idea I had last, it’s a machine that cuts your hair for you” he shows you a helmet and you laugh “that’s terrifying but I hope you succeed with it because it would be really cool”

“Hey Yu? Can I have a moment with her? Woman to woman?” Yu blushes before he nods and quickly walks out of the room, taking his machine with him. you swallow hard as you look up at the redhead. She sits on the coffee table beside the couch, crossing her naked leg over her Jean clad one, and smiles sickly sweet down at you.

“Do you know the story of Goldilocks and the three bears?” you nod slowly and she laughs “oh perfect! Then you understand how fucking stupid those bears are” she grins with a head tilt. your brows furrow “what?” you ask and scoot forward to the edge of your seat, meaning to stand. Yet she stops you, blocking your way and uncrossing her legs. “I mean, they’re bears!” she says and laughs “a little girl came into their home and ate their porridge, and they just let her.” her next words are quiet, dripping with rage, as she leans in closer to you. “If i was a bear, and someone came for my porridge, I would have ripped her skinny little arms off” she flicks her hair with and grins, her eyes filled with hate as she laughs again

“It.. it’s just porridge” you whisper, your hands beginning to tremble with anger but you know in your state you can’t fight her. The air seems to crackle with tension, her anger is seething in her eyes as she acts fake sweet, dripping with a ridiculous amount of disdain for you. “yeah well, when someone comes into my home and tries to take someone I cherish, i won’t let them take it” you push her back and stand, meaning to defend yourself but before you can she laughs and brushes her fingers across your neck, pushing your hair behind your shoulder “you’re just so pretty! Such gorgeous hair!” she chuckles before standing and walking out of the room, the air seeming to relax as she leaves. leaving you to try and control your breathing as you sit back down and slump against the couch, your hands shaking and cold.

Then it hits you, Giovanni’s voice echoing in your head as the memory of him slicing your skin comes back “we already have a girl in place, we don't really need you. You met her once on your first day, she was in my office” you stand quickly and head towards the kitchen but before you can get there, the door is bursting open.

(Skippy skip skip)

Your head is pounding as you watch the scene unfold from your spot against the wall where you were thrown, your body too numb to move and most of your wounds reopened. “This is my fault. If I just stayed away. Maybe. Maybe this wouldn’t have happened” you think as tears fall down your cheeks

Lisa had taken her extra hatred out on you causing probable brain damage from the fact that you can’t hear anything other than soft music, which you know isn't coming from this place.

Your eyes drift over to Vulcan from his place on the ground, the smashed machine next to him bringing more tears to your eyes. That was such a precious item to him, one that you shared memories with as well. You can’t control the memory that washes over you, it feels like you’re really experiencing the memory again.

“Are you sure?” You whisper as he locks his bedroom door, you must be about 10. He was showing you the extra special machine his dad never let him use alone, it was a family secret but you had convinced him to show you. He laughs “y/n this was your idea” you sigh “I know! But we aren’t supposed to and now I’m feeling guilty” he pats your head “don’t worry so much. It’s fine” then he turns it on and your whole word explodes.

Stars Burst along the edge of your vision as you come back to earth, looking around your eyes land on the blonde girl, she’s from the eighth but you don’t remember her name. She glances at you and her face contorts with worry and recognition.

Your eyes wander over to Giovanni again, the stars morphing into rainbow colors. You assume he is saying something as he looks down at Vulcan's form but before he can do anything the door is exploding, taking Giovani out. The boy who caused the explosion made you smirk but you couldn't really see him, your eyes clouding with dark spots now.

For a second you think that the falling animals are part of your brain injuries, but then you realize, that’s all Vulcan. The blonde girl pressing the buttons, her voice finally reaching your ears as the world comes back to you. Her little ‘latom’s she’s whispering make you smile. The boy without the shirt who took out the door blasts Giovanni through the wall and that's when it all goes dark and quiet, pulling you down into the endless darkness

When you wake up you’re in the hospital, the familiar scent of disinfectant filling your nose. When your eyes open they land on Obi “hey kid” he says “long time no see” you chuckle and then groan from the pain in your body as you sit up “you had a lot of damage, nasty cuts and many bruised bones and organs but you’re going to be fine. If you do well over night you can come home tomorrow. Vulcan and Shinra filled me in on what happened with Giovanni.” you nod and look at your hands, now bandaged on a few fingers.

“Come to the eighth, as a guest or as a member” he says and you smile, meeting his eye again “I'd like that. To be on the right side for real now” your voice was strained from the dryness in your throat and he poured you a glass of water. “For what it’s worth, I’m proud of how far you’ve come. You’ve done amazing work y/n” you feel tears prick your eyes and you look down again, brushing them away “Thank you Captain” you whisper and he pats your shoulder

You’re let out of the hospital the next day, your concussion was bad but they said you could rest at home with a check up in a few weeks to make sure you were healing properly.

“This is going to be your room while you stay here, it’ll be private for the time being. Now you should probably rest.” you scoff “come on now Obi, I’m not a wuss. Just a little weak. Show me the rest and introduce me to the team” your captain laughs and it makes you feel warmth in your heart, which was incredibly nice considering all you felt at the third was cold and isolated. you were pretty sure your heart was shriveled from that but this warmth finally makes you think otherwise. Obi pats your shoulder softly “Alright alright, follow me then”

Meeting the team was probably the sweetest moment you’ve had in a long time. They were all so kind, so welcoming. “We’re glad to have you back.” Maki says and Iris next to her is nodding. You recognize them as the ones who showed you to Obi's office that first day. You smiled, a true smile that you meant, other than the cold ones at the third that didn’t reach your eyes. “Thank you”

Vulcan in the back of the room comes up to you when he sees your shoulders slump “come on, you should rest” he says and you nod, you’re not ready to talk to him but you’re too tired and weak to object as he leads you out of the room.

“We should talk” he says once you’re alone and far enough from the others. “V, I just- what?” His expression makes you stop your sentence, wide eyes and smiling. “nothing you just, it’s been a while since you called me that is all” your heart rate spikes and you curse it, curse it for having feelings you can’t squash. “Oh” you say softly as he opens your bedroom door for you, following you inside and closing the door.

You sit on your bed and look down at your bandaged hands, they were semi dirty and could probably be changed but you’d do that when he leaves. “I’m sorry Vulcan. If I didn’t come to you this wouldn’t have happened” you feel tears well up in your eyes so you screw them shut. He takes one step and kneels down in front of you, he takes your hands gently in one of his and with the other he cups your cheek “look at me please” he whispers and you swallow before opening your eyes, the tears held behind your eyelids spilling quickly down your cheeks as you meet his soft green eyes.

“I don’t blame you. Not one bit. I think that would have happened regardless. It’s not your fault.” More tears fall from your face and he wipes them away softly before standing and holding your head gently against his lower chest as he hugs you against him.

Your weak hands grip the back of his shirt softly as you cry into his chest, all the Unshed tears and emotions you’ve repressed coming back to you tenfold. When you calm down you pull back, frowning at the wet mark on his shirt.

“Don’t worry about that” he says when he notices what you’re looking at, and he crouches back down. “Yu told me what Lisa did to you before, what she said” you swallow and try to look away from him but he gently tilts your face back to his and you scowl to which he chuckles “you’ve always been so cute when you make that face. I’m glad that hasn’t changed” your breath hitches and he tilts his head slightly, looking at you with a smile before he swallows and continues his thoughts.

“She never should have threatened you, I’m sorry about that. I’m sorry about her beating you. I’m sorry for the pain she has caused you” his eyes are so genuine you feel your throat constrict with feelings again.

You clear your throat and nod once, trying to stave off the second wave of tears you feel coming. Sure, she beat you, she threatened you, she caused you and Vulcan pain. But the way he looked at her in the kitchen, he truly cares about her, and you’ll do anything to make sure he’s happy.

“We have to save her Vulcan. I know she hates me, she made that 100% clear. But no one deserves to be hurt like that. No one deserves to be tortured and brainwashed” his eyes widen “youd, you’d do that? You’d save her? After everything she’s done?” His voice was quiet and you took a moment, looking deep into his brilliant eyes before you say “yes. I know she means a lot to you. For you, V. I’ll save her for you”

The knock at your door makes you jump before chuckling softly “come in” you say and Maki sticks her head through the door “dinner is on the table” she says with a smile and you smile back “thank you Maki, we’ll be right there”

Your conversation was put on hold as he helped you from your bed. He keeps his hand on your middle back as you walk, guiding you down to the dining room, smelling dinner in the air makes your stomach rumble.

Before you all dig in, Obi makes an announcement. “Y/n, we’d like you to debrief us tomorrow morning, tell us anything that is important that you’ve learned at the third.” you nod“you got it, Captain.” He nods and looks at the rest of the table “We had Captain Hibana from the Fifth and Lieutenant Konro from the Seventh as well as Hinawa share information earlier today which we will also go over tomorrow” He smiles “that’s all guys. Dig in” you take a bite and physically moan from how delicious it is, your eye catching the smirk from the lieutenant who cooked this meal.

After dinner the three girls walk you back to your room “you grew up with Vulcan?” Tamaki asks and you smile “yeah! our parents were friends and he was my closest friend growing up. I uh kinda ruined it when I left him. He didn’t want to find out the truth and I had to. But now that I know more I regret it.” Iris places her hand in your shoulder and Maki frowns “are you in love with him?” Maki asks softly and you hum softly, your heart cracking, “yes…. ” It takes everything in you to have your voice not crack and you swallow hard before you continue

Vulcan rounds the corner, going to check on you and bring you some water. He smiles when he sees you girls in front of him and freezes when he hears your voice “but now he’s just an old friend.” He watches you three disappear into your room and then turns, walking away, the pain in his chest just barely below the pain of when you left him.

(Skippity bippity )

They brought Lisa back, she’s in terrible shape and she pretty much kept to her and Vulcan's room. The fact that they are sharing a room makes jealous bile rise in your throat. You weren’t there when they rescued her, too wounded and shaky to go so you stayed back at the compound, doing paperwork and worrying.

When they got back Vulcan took Lisa to his room and he’s been camped outside the door for the most part but last you saw he wasn’t. So you did your thing and gave them space, heading to bed right after dinner.

Around midnight you wake up and you just know you won’t be able to sleep, your brain feels too awake, so you decide on tea.

You roll out of your bed slowly, your bruises and bones have healed a little but they still hurt when you move. you throw a blanket over your shoulders and open your bedroom door.

On your way to the kitchen you pass Vulcan’s door, pausing for a moment, thinking about knocking, but decide against it, you didn’t want to accidentally wake Lisa just to talk to him, as bad as you wanted to talk to him, it’s not your place. the only sound is your bare feet against the hard floor as you walk away.

You make yourself a cup of tea and head to the common room, sitting in the middle of one of the comfy sofas and looking out the window on the opposite wall. After a few moments you close your eyes and hold your warm mug in your hands, focusing on the warmth of the tea as you wait for your medication to kick in.

You hear someone’s feet and your eyes open just as someone bursts through the door and you gasp before you realize who it is. The lights flick on “Vulcan what the fuck?” you mumble and your eyes shut tight, one of your hands covering your eyes. “y/n?” Vulcan asks, his voice worried and his breath coming in pants “I. I went to the bathroom and passed your room and it was empty. I was worried but the more rooms I checked the more you weren’t in..” he’s talking with his hands when you crack open your eyes looking through your fingers, his facial expression was semi-embarrassed.

“I thought you were gone again” he finishes with a whisper and you open your eyes all the way, a small smile on your lips. “Would you mind turning off the light? And then coming and sitting by me?” He nods and turns back, the lights going off and him sitting by you in just a few seconds.

“I'm not going to leave you again” you whisper, leaning your head against his shoulder as you feel your pill kick in. “Not unless you asked me to. No matter if anyone threatens me. No matter what. I hope you don’t mind that” you finish and he sighs, relief pooling in his bones. “I don’t mind” he whispers back and leans his head against yours, pulling some of your blanket from your lap on to his.

It feels weird to have it be so easy with him still, like no time had passed.

You take a sip of your tea that empties your cup and you set it on the empty seat to you and then turn farther into Vulcan, you couldn’t resist the warmth of his body and the pain in your bones. “Remember when pops caught us kissing when we were 12?”

He chuckles, his arm coming around you to hold you gently to his chest “he scared me so bad I never kissed you again”

you laugh “I’m glad I got to give my first kiss to someone I trust”

he closes his eyes “why are you talking about this now?”

“I thought about the time we fell asleep on the couch after you showed me the animals for the first time. The same couch you asked to kiss me on” you sigh into him, your body relaxing more

He chuckles again “pops found us then too. He took a picture.”

You lean up quickly and meet his eye with a smile “he did?! I bet that was adorable”

He smiles “of course. We’re cute kids. I’ll grab it next time I go back there”

Your smile falters as you feel your eyes burn “V, I really missed you” you whisper and he pauses for a moment, his eyes searching yours before he cups your cheeks and presses his lips to yours.

It only lasts a few seconds but your whole world feels like it’s stopped. Your mind was melting as fireworks ran down your spine. He pulled back and pressed his forehead to yours. “But. But youre with Lisa” you whisper and he pulls back swiftly to look at you “what? no she’s like a kid sister. Gross” You look away from his eyes, feeling embarrassed. “You called me just your old friend after I told you I love you then she threatened me about taking someone she loves, and I haven’t talked to you in two days since we got her back, which that one is understandable but I kinda just assumed you were together”

“I’m sorry. I got scared. I wanted to kiss you then. But I was scared you’d leave me. I didn’t want to tell you I loved you for you to leave me again” your eyes widened as you look swiftly back to his eyes, his green ones shining in the light from the window. “What?” You ask quietly and he smiles, cupping your cheek “I love you” he says and you lean forward, pressing your lips to his.

The flash of a camera is what wakes you, followed by the sound of Viktor’s and Iris’s giggles. “Good morning sleepy heads” he said, stretching out the word good. “Breakfast is ready” Iris says and Viktor hands you the picture that popped out of his instant camera and walking away.

“Hi” he says when your eyes meet and you smile “come on, let’s eat and make a plate for Iris. Maybe she won’t hate me when she gets better” he laughs and helps you up gently, pulling you to his chest and kissing the top of your head. “I can’t tell you how much i love that you’re such a forgiving person. And that you believe me even after what she’s put you and us through '' you sigh softly, you kind of wanted to hate her but you just.. Couldnt. You believed in Vulcan and what he’s told you about her. “I trust you V. even if i don’t trust her, even if that’s just for right now, i’ll always trust you” he kisses the top of your head and then takes your hand as you begin towards the dining room

You didn’t know how Lisa would act around you now, but the feeling of his hand in yours gives you the confidence that you could work this out. You weren’t alone anymore.

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inkisionary · 10 months ago

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At the command Hwei seems to struggle for a bit, he looks up at the ground where the edge of his brush rests, and then back up at the towering being. At the moment, Hwei didn't feel compelled by anything to draw, nor did he think he could muster the product that Xerath had searched for.

He inhales softly to himself, eyes closing as he holds the brush close to his body. Allowing his mind to wander as he thought of the information that the other had shared. The land itself, it screamed in pain, unlike Ionias beautiful song that trilled through the trees and mountains. The land beneath him crackled and weeped, begging for whatever it was being assaulted with to stop. As he listened closer he could feel something, as if there were more hidden beneath the ground. Maws, teeth, claws, it wished to kill and consume everything. It was so distant, yet it's power crept ever so slightly to where Hwei stood. It's voice was loud, but Hwei could barely understand it.

His brow furrowed, hands lifting the brush, this land it needed life to breathe within it's roots once more. A quick stroke and swipe of his hand, the ink poured outwards as waves of gold burst from his brush, mixing with the sand as if the dunes themselves moved like water. Bubbling, coiling, and shifting. Until finally it swirled around them in a great storm. His vision, the land was scornful unforgiving, riddled with things that wished death upon anything that touched it. The heat that blazed mixed with the gold. Forming it into molten shifting metal which bent and stretched outwards. Hands, armored with a golden sheen, searching between the grains of sand as if it were grabbing at anything. To consume and absorb it into it's mass like quicksand. Hweis eyes opened, watching his vision come to light. Before those searching hands were rattled with and intense shock of magic. The streaks of blue that mimicked the color of Xeraths' own magic bounced between each grasping hand, causing them to freeze in place. Leaving nothing but glass amalgamations of limbs that reached and clamored its way upwards towards the sun. Until finally it came to a slow creaking pause.

Before them stood a pillar made of hands, grabbing at each other until finally they reached towards the sky. It's semi translucent shape refracting light. Causing the amphitheater to be basked in rainbow hues. Which caused Hwei to cover his eyes with his hand. The final hand which made the top of the spire reached outwards, it's clawed fingers outstretched as if trying to grab the sun in the sky.

Xerath seldom elaborated on the circumstances of his confinement. It was, after-all, information that he knew could potentially be used against him... But the Magus had spent many years ruminating on his own imprisonment, contemplating countermeasures in case anyone ever dared try to confine him again. Xerath would not allow himself to fall for the same trick twice...

"If this surprises you, then you know nothing of this land's history. Shurima has long been a battleground of gods, all vying to shape the fate of the world to their own design... But none have risen higher than I, which is why my opposition sought to contain me. It was the best they could hope to achieve, once they realized I cannot die."

The Magus waved a hand dismissively, both changing the topic and waving aside Hwei's concerns. "You cannot harm me in any way that matters, even if by accident. Should your magic run rampant, I will personally put a halt to it. If you require my guarantee that you will not be punished, then you have it. Now... Paint."

#infinite xerath

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queenof-literature · 4 years ago

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A Sick Wild Child - Chapter 10

Chapter 10 - Cold

Aaaand we're back! Sorry for the long wait, college is wack.

Uhh big angst warning for this chapter. I can't really tell if this is angstier than the rest of the chapters? But the warning is there.

As I said earlier, I am going to be rewriting this fic as I add to it. Nothing major will change, but I kinda cringe a little when I read back on it because I feel like my style has developed more as I've written.

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I hope y'all enjoy!

The rustling of the leaves above were the loudest sound Warriors heard outside camp. Between the soft snores of his companions, the distant flowing stream, and the cackling of the fire, perhaps he should have let himself relax, if only a little. Being as rigid as a board would do no one any good if monsters came, yet Warriors could not force himself to relax. Strained eyes jumped between the other Links, the world outside their overhang, and the only other two not resting.

Whatever allowed Wild to be semi-coherent hours ago had faded as night went on, stuttering chest still rising and falling roughly.

Twilight hadn’t left Wild’s side, still holding tightly to the boy’s clammy hand. Warriors let out a sigh, trying to force some tension from his shoulders as he stood, slowly making his way over.

“You need to get some sleep.” Warriors settled next to him, still keeping a sharp ear out for potential monsters. He had made the mistake of letting down his guard, and he wouldn’t do it again.

“I’ll sleep after your watch.” Twilight was lying, and they both knew it.

“You make fun of Time for taking on too much, but you’re the same damn way.” Warriors huffed.

“Pot, meet kettle.” Twilight snarked and Warriors rolled his eyes at yet another dumb country metaphor. “Besides, be careful what you say, Old Man is probably listening.”

“It’d be hard not to with how loud you two are.” A voice said from Time’s bedroll.

“Sorry, Time.” Warriors and Twilight spoke in unison, chuckling lightly when they heard a tired sigh and grumbling.

“Any signs of Wild waking up again?” Warriors nodded towards Wild’s restless form, keeping his voice far lower.

“Nah. I wouldn’t be so worried if he was getting some actual sleep.” As if sensing his name Wild shifted once again, letting out unidentifiable croaks and murmurs. Twilight stroked his thumb across the back of Wild’s pale hand in an attempt to soothe him once more.

“Yeah…” Warriors spoke awkwardly. “The worst will be over soon, then he’ll be able to start healing. Hylia knows Legend and Hyrule are going to shove a rainbow of potions down his gullet when he can handle it.” Warriors joked, feeling success at the small chuckle he received from the other young man.

“I know he’ll be okay, but…” Twilight trailed off, looking down once more at his protege

“Yeah, it’s hard to see him like this.” Warriors nodded.

“Well yeah but I’m worried for what comes after.” Twilight’s eyes still hadn’t met his.

“What do you mean?”

“When he comes to, how much of these nightmares is he going to remember? Some are fake, but his brain is already… addled.” Twilight said for lack of a better word.

“You’re worried about the memories.” Warriors understood now.

“Yeah. He doesn’t remember anything besides a few memories, I’m worried the real ones will mix with the fake ones and just confuse him more.” Warriors hadn’t even thought of that.

“He’ll be okay once he’s aware enough to talk them through, that’s always seemed to help him in the past.” Warriors reassured, clamping a head on his companion’s shoulder. “I know there’s a lot in the air right now, but we need to focus on the now. We’ll deal with the future when we get there.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Thanks War.” Twilight smiled at his companion, finallying meeting his eyes. Both settled in against the wall, taking comfort in the other’s presence.

Cold, scared, confused. Fear struck his heart when he felt the familiar emotions, among others he couldn’t name. His lungs spasmed, and he felt himself cough roughly. Drowning… was he drowning? He didn’t feel wet, water meant drowning… right? Something warm and gentle slid across his hand and he shivered. What was touching him? Was it bad?

No… cold was bad, warm was good, or so he thinks. Yes that seems right. And what was touching him was warm so he could trust it. Yeah, that logic made sense.

Something was wrong though, he shouldn’t be feeling this way. This wasn’t normal. He tried to open his eyes. Wait, when did those get there? He had a body, and bodies had names. Did he have a name? Whatever was blocking his eyes refused to budge, or perhaps it wasn’t even trying. He felt his ears flicker when a noise drew close to him, and the warmth caressing his hand paused. No, don’t stop! He cried out, or he thought he did.

The warmth moved from his hand, allowing the cold to flood back, and he tried to cry out, he wanted to be warm he didn’t want to be cold. He relaxed once more when the warmth moved under his eye, under his eye… his cheek. The hand pushed into the skin of his cheek softly, and he tried to focus on what he heard above him, but he couldn’t push down his panic. What was his name? Everyone had a name, what was his name?

The warmth, which he now recognized as a hand, pushed his cheek with more intent, the noises growing louder. But he couldn’t focus on that, he could only focus on the empty space where his name, his very identity should be. What was his name? Everything would be okay if he could just remember his damn name-

“Wild?” A voice echoed above him, snapping him back from his spiral. Wild… that didn’t sound quite right, but it certainly didn’t sound wrong, and he clinged to it. Wild, Wild, Wild. That was him!

“Wild?” Another voice asked, and Wild was sure it was a different one. The hand patted his cheek, and Wild felt his nose scrunch. He didn’t like that.

“Wild? Are you awake? Can you open your eyes?” Wild’s ears perked at the tone, an odd mix of hope and concern. Now out of his spiral, Wild tried once more to open his eyes. Shutting them tightly once more when light assaulted his vision. He felt his head being turned, vertigo crashing into him, only relaxing when his nose brushed against something slightly course but soft.

“Try again.” The voice coaxed. Wild was skeptical, but did as he was told. With great strength, Wild peeled open his eyes. Even after his eyelids revealed the world around him he couldn’t see right away, it took a while for his vision to clear, yet the voice never grew impatient. He felt heat to his back, and it felt like a fire. Maybe that’s what was so bright. After the fuzziness finally faded, Wild could see he was facing a chest, but it looked odd. There was something missing around the shoulders...

“There he is.” The other voice proclaimed quietly.

“How are you feeling, Cub?” Wild felt the chest he was facing vibrate as the person spoke. Cub… cub.

“Tw’ligh?” Wild slurred, wincing at the dryness of his throat.

“Yeah, Cub.” Wild looked up at the face above him, who looked positively elated for some reason. Wild finally realized why the man looked so off, the usual pelt wrapped around his shoulders was gone. Wild glanced around, eyes slow and fluttering. After looking down he finally realized it was covering him instead.

Wild tried to blink away the fog. That wasn’t right, this was Twilight’s pelt. Oh no, did Wild steal it? That wasn’t very nice…

“Wild?” The other voice washed over him once more, and Wild realized it had probably been a while since he had responded.

“War?” Wild recognized the bright blue scarf, and the eyes that matched. The fog was slowly receding from his mind, but annoyingly stuck around the edges.

“That’s me.” Warriors confirmed with a fond smirk. “How are ya feeling?”

Wild didn’t know how to answer that. Everything hurt, his muscles felt heavy and useless, his head pounded, his throat was on fire… worst of all…

“Cold.” Wild rasped, trying to bury his face into the chest beside him, enjoying the rumble he felt and the sound of a fond chuckle.

“Sorry, Wild. Your fever hasn’t broken yet, we can’t let you get too hot.” Twilight really did sound sorry, but that doesn’t sound right. Fever means hot.

“Cold.” Wild stressed again, his small movement sending a spike of pain around his ribs. “Hurts.” Wild whimpered at the aches and pain that surrounded his body, especially his ribs.

“I know, Cub. It’ll get better soon.” Twilight promised.

“How?” How did he know that? Wild didn’t understand. Goddesses, it felt like he was dying-

Wild froze at that thought. No, no Twilight would tell him. Twilight wouldn’t be so happy, he wouldn’t. The conversation continued as Wild’s world was crashing down on him.

“Your fever hasn’t broken, but it is getting cooler.” An optimistic voice continued, not noticing his panic. Why were they so calm? Wild was dying, he was dying! He felt his breaths get more labored, only sending further panic shooting through him. No, he needed to breathe, breathing meant life and Wild was alive he wasn’t dead he was alive-

“-we’ll fix it, Wild, I promise.” Wild tuned in once more and his heart lurched. Fix it? No, no , no, nononono.

“N-no!” Wild cried out, trying to sit up.

“Woah!” Warriors bolted forward to keep Wild from agitating his illness further. They just got water in his system, they didn't want him to throw it back up now.

“Tw-i. Don’t. P-please don’t.” Wild pleaded.

“Don’t what? Cub we’re not going to do anything.” Twilight’s voice tried to be calm, but the underlying panic only sent Wild further into his spiral. Twilight knew and he was hiding it! The shrine… not the shrine.

“Na- the shrine. P-please. Anythin’ but the shrine. Just let me go.” Wild begged, coughing roughly at the end. Twilight felt his chest grow cold and his stomach drop. ‘Let me go’, ‘No more shrine’, Twilight felt lightheaded. He knew what it meant. Let me die.

“No, no Cub, you’re not hurt. Not badly, you’ll recover.” Twilight tried to reassure but Wild was too far gone.

“Hey, hey.” Wild felt a different pair of hands on his cheeks, calloused from constant swordsmanship, but impossibly gentle. “Calm down.” Warriors soothed, brushing aside Wild’s bangs. No! He didn’t understand. He couldn’t do it, not again. He couldn’t wake up with nothing but a name he didn’t recognize, cold, hungry, scared, alone.

“No shrine, nothing like that. We’re staying right here.” Warriors comforted. Wild shook his head, ignoring the nausea it brought. They didn’t understand, he would forget again. He would forget again. Zelda, the Champions, Riju, Teba, Yunobo, Sidon, the Links. All of them.

“Wild.” Twilight’s voice was soft, but stern, demanding Wild’s attention. “Wild look at me.” A hand took his chin, and he was met with dark blue eyes swirling with intense emotions, half of which Wild couldn’t name. “We’re staying right here. We’re nowhere near the shrine. You’re just sick, you’ll get better, on your own.” Twilight specified, rambling in the hopes that Wild would finally understand. Twilight felt his chest loosen when Wild calmed down slightly.

Twilight wouldn’t lie about that, Wild could trust him.

“No shrine?” Wild confirmed.

“No shrine.” Twilight put on his most reassuring smile, covering his turmoil at Wild’s earlier words.

“Never. Promise.” Wild demanded in the most stern tone he could muster, and judging by Twilight’s shaky smirk he didn’t do a very good job.

“I promise, Cub.”

“Yeah, Hylia knows we wouldn’t even know how to work it- ouch! What it’s true.” Wild tried to laugh at the indignant noise, but all that came out was a coughing fit. He still didn’t understand what was going on, but there was no rush or panic or shouting. It wasn’t like the first time. There were no lasers, or carnage, or desperate screaming.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Twilight deemed after Wild’s fit had passed. “You need more rest.” Wild shook his head. He wanted to stay here, away from the things he sees when he closes his eyes. It was nice here, the fog was finally parting and if he went to sleep it would surround him again.

“Yes, Wild.” Wild heard Warriors laugh at Twi’s exasperated tone.

“No.” Wild commanded, well aware of how much he sounded like a petulant child.

“Wild, we’ll be right here. You need sleep. Real sleep.” Wild shook his head again.

“I’d be careful. Mama bear is ready to knock you out.” Warriors teased, yelping when Twilight used his free arm to smack his shoulder.

“Wild, I swear to Hylia, you are going to sleep.” Twilight threatened. Wild huffed. Fine. Wild lifted a shaky and weak hand from under the pelt, pausing to rest the limb above the covers. Slowly he lifted his left hand, barely reaching his target. He swatted uselessly at Twilight’s chest, trying to find a grip. Finally he managed to snag onto the older’s tunic, just above his heart.

“What are you doing?” Twilight chuckled, all ire forgotten at the Cub’s clumsy actions. This would be the hard part. Wild prepped himself, before putting all his strength into his left arm and pulling himself up as far as possible. Even the simple motion of pulling himself up was like climbing a mountain, all his stamina depleted by the time he put his plan into action as his ribs jolted and burned. His world twisted and swirled as dizziness washed over him, his head feeling light and his eyes watering.

“Wild!” Twilight yelped in surprise, hopefully not waking the camp. Automatically his arms flew around Wild to catch the boy now cradled to his chest. “What the hell are you doing?” Twilight asked again, far more bafflement and scolding in his tone. Wild stubbornly shoved his head into the crook of Twilight’s neck, breathing hard. Nausea surrounded him and his aching muscles cramped and twitched. Twilight winced as Wild coughed directly into his throat. Good things this wasn’t contagious.

“You can’t do that! You can’t push your body like that!” Twilight scolded, his words contradicted his actions as he rubbed soothing circles into Wild’s back.

“I mean, you could have asked.” Warriors agreed, smirking at the scene before him now that Wild seemed to be recovering from his little stunt.

“Stay.” Wild demanded, gripping Twilight’s shirt as the other was cradled to his own chest uselessly. His body had no more energy left to spare and he relied completely on Twilight to keep him from falling.

“I’m right here.” Twilight’s exasperated tone morphed more into confusion. Twilight wasn’t getting it. He was warm. Wild was so cold, and he wanted to be warm. Even if that meant soaking up heat from Twilight like a lizard did on a sunny rock.

“Warm.” Wild’s lips twisted into a crooked smile, not aware enough to try and make both the scarred and unscarred sides of his face match. Warriors didn’t even hide his fond grin at the cheesy sight before him, and Twilight’s shocked face was certainly a bonus.

“Wild your fever.” Twilight chided nervously, attempting to gently get Wild away from his body heat. Even being in his lap was pushing it, Hyrule told him to be careful before he went to bed.

“Warm.” Wild huffed, annoyed at Twilight moving too much. Twilight glared at the muffled laugh he heard from Warriors. ‘Help me!’ Twilight mouthed, glaring at him as the other just shrugged and smirked. Jackass. Twilight supposed it would be okay for a little bit, but… just until Wild fell asleep. Besides, Twilight couldn’t bring himself to push Wild off with the dopey and lopsided the grin the younger had. Instead Twilight tucked the covers and pelt around him, knowing he made the right choice when Wild sighed happily and burrowed further. It was the most content he had seen Wild in days, and if Hyrule found out Twilight had disobeyed his instructions and kicked his ass, it’d be worth it.

“We can watch his fever. Let him have this.” Warriors confirmed the voice in his head, and Twilight relaxed at the fact someone else agreed, allowing himself to lean against the wall to better support Wild’s weight.

“Yeah, I don’t wanna move him.” Wild made a noise that Twilight could only interpret as agreement, and tried not to laugh and disturb the boy curled into him.

“He can understand what we’re saying… that has to be progress, right?” Warriors questioned.

“Yeah, but at this point his fever breaking is the best we can hope for.” Twilight responded as he felt Wild succumb to sleep once more. Twilight didn’t want to admit how worried he was that his fever would never break. He knew that Wild would get better, really he did. But Hylia what Wild had said… what would Twilight do if he had the option. If Wild was dying in his arms and he had a choice. If he had a choice between Wild living with no memories, waking up with them all gone, probably long dead, alone and scared. Or letting Wild, his cub, die. Both options almost sent Twilight over the edge of despair just picturing it.

“Stop.” Warriors scolded, eyes peering into him. Twilight snapped out of his thoughts and glanced back in surprise. “I know what you’re dwelling on. Stop it. It won’t help anything.” Warriors’ tone was harsh, but his eyes were compassionate.

“I know but-”

“No buts. It won’t come to that.”

“You don’t know that.” Twilight’s voice cracked ever so slightly. Warriors sighed, of course he didn’t. Of course Twilight wasn’t the only one who thought at night about where this quest could lead.

“None of us do. But focusing on what-ifs, especially insanely specific ones, doesn’t help it just makes us all suffer. All of us, Twilight.” Warriors stressed, relieved at Twilight’s eyes widening, knowing he had gotten through. The words were harsh, but Twilight never listened when it was just his health on the line. He needed to know that watching him go through that hurt, just as it hurt them when one of the other Links were in a pit of anger and hurt.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Twilight squeezed Wild, needing to feel his heartbeat against his own. He focused on the breaths he felt against his neck. They were shallow and rough but they were there.

“Don’t be, I get it.” Warriors assured. “But let's face it if we think about everything that could happen on this crazy fucking quest we’ll be here for weeks.”

“Yeah…” Twilight shifted, ensuring Wild didn’t have too much pressure on his ribs.

“I’ll watch his fever, you need to rest.” Warriors commanded softly.

“You know that’s not happening.” Twilight glared.

“I didn’t ask you to sleep, I asked you to rest. You need it.” Warriors raised a challenging eyebrow, turning concerned when Twilight just nodded.

“Yeah… okay. Just make sure he doesn’t get too hot.” Twilight leaned his head against the rock, shushing Wild when he mumbled and huffed as his pillow moved. Warriors reached over and placed his hand on the cub’s forehead.

“It’s fine for now.” Warriors smiled, happy the raging fever had dulled, even a little.

Both Warriors and Twilight quieted, and Twilight allowed himself to simply breathe as Warriors kept a sharp eye on the world around them.

~~~

Wild is on a mission and no one shall stop him.

Thank you all for reading! I'll update the summary when I rewrite a chapter so you all know.

And thank you all again so much for the support. I love every comment, and I’m so glad so many people enjoy this story!

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #A Sick Wild Child #wild-centric #wild #twilight #Warriors #Time and Hyrule are only mentioned #same with the other links #sorry lads #sickfic #angst #queenof-literature story #QoL Story

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daaedoodles · 3 years ago

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Building walls (just to tear them down) | 2, Memories

A/N, TRIGGER WARNING for semi-graphic descriptions of self harm and anxiety.

Cloaked in the darkness of night, the urges come again.

She knows she shouldn’t do it.

She knows she shouldn’t hurt herself anymore than she already has.

She knows she shouldn’t throw away all of that progress, all of the good in her life.

But she does.

That feeling is intoxicating, the quietness and the sense of calm that passes over her - a promise for a release in the pain she causes herself, a way to escape, to feel better - Sarah Reese can’t find the strength in herself to refuse.

It tempts her with every birthday that comes and goes, with every time she's taken the backseat, watching a past version of herself wandering through the endless halls of her childhood home.

She’s suddenly 18 again, standing in the kitchen staring down at a stove she once remembers being so much taller that despite her 10 year old self’s best efforts at tippy-toeing could hardly see the top of. Dragging the pads of her fingers against every wall of the house and memorizing each and every bump and dent beneath her fingertips. Sitting at the foot of the tiny bubblegum pink bed that was hers once upon a time.

The image of a little girl, a shiny rainbow party hat sitting on top of her lion's mane of curls that frames her chubby cheeks, catches her eye from across her bedroom. She’s sitting before a massive cake that’s at least twice the size of her head with the biggest smile on her face, flashing a missing tooth. Carefully piped clouds of white cream surround the words ‘Happy Birthday Sarah!’ piped in a pink, messy scrawl she recognizes as her own mother’s, atop the cake. Tentatively reaching out, she picks up the photo frame. A lump rises in her throat as she studies the photo with intent, feeling the grime of the dust that’s collected on it over years of never being even looked at. Thumbs sweep across the glass thoughtfully, hot breath shuddering against her cupid’s bow. Her father is grinning too, bending down to the left of the young girl as he reaches out with a flickering flame in his hands to light the number ‘5’ candle that’s stuck haphazardly by tiny hands into the chiffon. Her mother is at her other side, an arm slung around her shoulders as she draws her close to her chest. It’s the only memory Sarah can begin to place as the last time she or her family were genuinely happy.

Because come her sixth birthday, her father is gone.

He’d simply packed his things and left without a word.

She remembers her mother’s voice, screaming and shouting protests through broken sobs. They paint the walls of a home she once loved in the dark blues and purples of the pain in her every cry. She remembers her father, his silhouette through the cracks of her bedroom door, grabbing fistfuls of her mother’s shirt. She can’t tell whether it’s the floor beneath her feet or her that trembles with every thud that reverberates through her home.

Then, silence.

The next morning, his study has been cleared of every book that lined his walls, his half of the closet is suddenly empty and the photos of her family that hung in the living room are on the ground- cherished memories, now shattered beneath the glass of broken picture frames.

Even then, aged five and three-quarters, she knew things would never be the same again.

Sarah Reese isn’t a sentimental person. There isn’t much sentiment to spare for the things in her life. They’re empty and hollow, she tells herself, nothing but painful reminders of the memories she could have made if things were different.

Despite every rational thought in her head pleading with her not to, she’s removing the backing of the photo frame and removing the photo that was affectionately placed for display all those years ago. She holds onto the foolish hope that after being let down so many times, she’d be ready to let go. But she stuffs the image in her pocket and packs her memories hastily into cardboard boxes. They’re crammed and shoved desperately into the back of a U-Haul, a last minute addition to a boot packed to the brim crisp, white boxes, full of more brand new things that could ever use.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there Sarah.” Her mother’s voice crackles through the speaker, the cold screen of her phone pressed against her ear. This time, she doesn’t feel her heart sink into her stomach.

Although, she can’t help but hope - that her mother might still come home and scoop her up in her arms like she’s five again, tears tracing down her cheeks as she places lipstick-stained lips against Sarah’s forehead in a goodbye. She knows better now than ever that it’s nothing but wishful thinking.

“I want to make sure you have everything you need.”

She’d convinced herself months ago where she’d go.

Chicago, thousands of miles away from Amsterdam. Thousands of miles away from all of it, maybe she’d finally be free of all of the haunting memories, of all of the silly hopes and pain.

But it isn’t so different after she leaves home and the dread that she’ll never escape begins to close in on her.

Sarah was alone on her 19th birthday, like the year before and the one prior and pretty much every birthday she could remember; left only with her thoughts that easily filled every inch of her apartment. They hang thick, full of grief as she mourns the loss of hope in the way the whiskey seems to coat every inch of her mouth and burn as it makes its way down her throat. Grief, a bitter companion in her isolation that refuses so adamantly never to leave her side.

She can’t tell how much she’s had to drink, too out of her mind to even think straight because suddenly the air is too thick to breathe and she feels like she’s choking, her chest tightening as she feels her heart begin to race. Her skull feels like moments away from exploding, the thoughts in her head too loud and too quiet all at once. Sarah can’t stop herself as her hands scramble, clawing desperately at her skin and pressing her face into her knees as the scraping of her fingernails cuts through the noise, a scalding heat spreading across her entire scalp. It’s the only thing she can focus on at that moment. The sensation of her fingernails digging into her skin, the strange dampness that begins to stick to her fingers and the harsh smell of metal that hits her nose. It doesn’t even register in her brain what she’s done to herself until she’s scrubbing her hands and fingernails of her own gore.

When it happens again, she finds herself subconsciously beginning to scrape at her skin, sending shocks of pain throughout her body under her touch.

It became a crutch that she found herself relying on more and more over time as things grew hectic with the turn of 20.

As the competition between her classmates grew tighter at 21, it wasn’t enough anymore.

So completely blind and oblivious to it - the way her entire life tears away at what was left of Sarah Reese by 22.

At 23, she was nothing but a terrified girl who’d learned to pin every last hope on her own self-destruction.

She’s 24 now. Sarah grew to appreciate the brief moments when that crushing feeling she’s lived with all of her life releases it’s relentless grip on her, where she smiles and laughs and then the weight on her shoulders suddenly lifts, in the memories of quiet comfort she holds close to the heart that she’d collected over the years in Chicago. It’s an absolute relief while it lasts.

But just as quickly as they come, they leave. It becomes easier to hate the good because those fleeting moments of freedom only begin to hang over her head, pointing at her, taunting, mocking, laughing at her.

25 and she finally feels like for once in her life, things might turn out okay. It’s still hard, every single day is a struggle because that hurt never truly goes away, no matter how badly she wants it to. She falls into the cycle of throwing her feet over the edge of her single bed in the cold winter mornings, wandering through her apartment with her mind still cloudy with sleep, slipping her flannel pajamas off her feet and into her work clothes then catching the bus to Gaffney Chicago Medical. In the ED, that girl realizes a warmth, a genuine sense of comfort and belonging in her colleagues and the companionship. Sarah Reese is exhausted and she can’t help but feel like she’s found a home, even a family, in these people. There’s a part of her that wants so badly to push them away so she can never get hurt again but she’s too comforted by the way her heart swells in their company, with what she can only discern in joy, to listen to it. Now, there’s a reason to fight and she doesn’t know if she wants to give up anymore.

Near 26, her pale skin.once a blank canvas was left brutally scarred and damaged in hues of purples, reds and whites. Scars layered on top of one another as she’d run out of space in places easy to conceal, easy to hide from people. There’s a sickening feeling of guilt that fills her each time she sees the damage she’s done to herself.

In the moment, she's too far gone to care. She’s lost count of just how many there are, just how many times she's found herself frantically trying to patch herself up, just how many times she's woken up to blood on her sheets and scabs under her fingernails.

Her thoughts barely come back into focus only as she’s shakily pressing the adhesive of the bandages around her wounds. It’s absolutely silent, her mind foggy and clouded with pain - the panic, fear and anger have passed - and she’s focused on nothing but the heat of the blood pooling at her skin and the darkness seeping and spreading across the white gauze. Sarah’s vision flickers in and out of focus, eyes hazy and heavy, begging for rest. As the adrenaline too begins to fade, just how exhausted she is becomes apparent as she falls back onto her bed, greeted by a pitch black when her eyes fall closed despite her willing them to stay open.

Sarah's jolted awake when her phone buzzes on her bedside table. Through her foggy vision, it's lit up with a brand new notification.

She groans, reaching for her phone and pressing fingers blood encrusted onto the power button. It flashes on, the time displayed in bold in the foreground of an image of herself caught mid laugh as she's surrounded by the people in the ED who are donning cheap Christmas hats and silly expressions, the ward around them decorated with paper ornaments on the glass of each bay in some attempts to brighten the place against hospital policies. Beside her is Dr Charles who has a hand raised and stroking the fake Santa beard strapped onto his chin. Halstead is directly behind her with sparkling red tinsel wrapped around his neck that extends its way down the row of Dr Manning, Connor and Choi.

The memory of the banter and laughs shared that Christmas Eve rises in her head and she feels lighter already.

She's staring blankly at her superiors and the tinsel that hangs off their shoulders with enough left over on either end to fall to a heap on the ground, brows furrowed and lips pursed. "Found it at Party City," Maggie announces nonchalantly, motioning from her spot where she's kneeling with the rest of the nurses, April on her left turning to face the younger girl with a tinge of concern in her eyes.

Sarah blinks, shaking herself out of her thoughts, eyes wide as she looks at the Head Nurse. "They sell Christmas decorations?"

Maggie laughs, "Never been Reese?" She queries, earning a shaking head in response. "They sell just about damn near everything."

She's dismissing the memories from her mind as she taps the text notification that pops into her vision.

It's from Dr Charles.

As her eyes scan the words, Sarah feels her lips begin to tremble as they turn upwards in the tiniest of grins.

‘Happy Birthday Reese :).’

It's funny how just three words could mean so much to her - how just a simple text could make her heart shatter into a million pieces and so carefully piece it back together again.

It’s a bittersweet feeling.

For the first time in years, she's not alone anymore.

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idreamofplaid · 4 years ago

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Crystal Ball

Square Filled: Bookstore AU for @spnfluffbingo; College AU for @spngenrebingo; Sam for @spnchristmasbingo

Characters: Sam x Reader; Pamela mentioned

Rating: Explicit

Tags: oral (male receiving)

Summary: The reader sees an unexpected and wonderful glimpse of her future.

Word Count: 2220

Knowledge is yours if you seek it. That’s what the sign by the front door said. The only thing Y/ cared about seeking right now was some time alone with Sam, some quality time. It would be two more hours until that could happen because the bookstore didn’t close until eleven. Y/N would have to content herself with stealing glances at Sam between customers for now.

He was comfortably settled in his favorite spot to study in one of the reading areas her Aunt Pamela had created to keep the atmosphere of the store “cozy yet mystical”. Pamela had worked for years as a psychic to save the money to buy this place and turn it into something that matched the vision in her head. She had a reading room in the back where she saw clients three days a week by appointment only; the years of hard work had paid off, allowing her to have a much lighter schedule now. Business was good for Crystal Ball Books, allowing Pamela to spend the fruits of her labor in the Caribbean this holiday season. That meant there was no chance of her making a surprise appearance in the bookstore tonight, which was exactly what Y/N wanted because she had plans after all these people were gone. They were sexy, seductive, get Sam naked plans.

If only all these people would disappear, but the store was filled with students and locals tonight, looking for holiday gifts or just hanging out with a cup of herbal tea or a coffee to escape the stress of finals week. The place was organized into distinct areas based on subject matter, creating a unique atmosphere in each area, and people were in all of them. There was a section devoted to Chakras where all the colors of the rainbow were represented. It was bright and had a lively energy with wind chimes and crystals accenting the space. Another, and one of Y/N’s favorite areas, was the Native American spirituality “room”. It was in a nook near the front entrance. There was always white sage burning there to keep the space cleansed, and the feeling when you walked among those shelves that contained not only books but Native American art and smudging supplies for sale was serene.

Sam was in the Celtic section of the store. It was filled with earthy colors, and statues of Celtic gods and goddesses were scattered throughout the tall shelves along with the books. This was also where the Yule/Christmas tree was located. It was by the light of this tree and the strings of holiday lights adorning the bookshelves that Sam was studying for his American Folklore final.

Y/N was putting some new books on Feng Shui out in the Eastern Traditions corner which gave her a perfect sight line to stop what she was doing and enjoy the view of Sam. He was running his long, thick, graceful fingers through his hair absentmindedly while he concentrated on the book on his lap. She wished it was her fingers in his hair, feeling its silky softness slide through them. He bit his bottom lip and turned the page. Y/N stared at his mouth. She was going to push him down on that sofa and kiss him until she could feel him getting hard against her and…. “Excuse me.” The voice jarred her right out of that glorious vision. “Where are the books on auras?”

It was a long two hours, and being constantly busy didn’t make it pass any faster. When Y/N had finally sent the other two employees home and locked the door behind the last customer, she couldn’t get to Sam fast enough. He was still buried in his books. Y/N took the book he was currently reviewing out of his hand and read the title, “Ghosts of the Midwest”. She tossed it onto the table beside the couch and sat on his lap, straddling him.

“Haven’t you had enough ghosts for tonight?” She laid her palms flat on his chest and leaned down to kiss the side of his neck. Sam put his hands on her waist and held her in place. She felt his body relax, and he moaned signaling his pleasure to her. She kissed her way down his neck until she got to his sweatshirt. “You know you’re going to make an A anyway.”

Sam laughed, and she raised her head to see what was so funny. He pushed her hair out of her face so he could see her better and let his hand rest on the side of her head, holding it with his fingers threaded through her hair. “Those A’s don’t happen automatically, and I can’t let up now if I’m going to get into a good graduate school.”

Sam had a plan for his life. He was going to research the paranormal and teach others about it. That was one of the things that was so attractive about him. He knew what he wanted without letting ambition take him over. She smiled at him and ran her fingertip over his bottom lip that she’d watched him nibble on earlier. “You’re going to be one of those young, sexy professors whose classes fill up every semester with girls and guys who want to stare at you and think all kinds of dirty thoughts.”

Sam slid his hand down her back until he got to her ass and squeezed. “Are you jealous already?” His other hand was still holding her head, and he pulled her mouth down to his. He kissed her deeply, swirling his tongue around hers until she felt his cock start to stiffen beneath her. Then he trailed a line of kisses across her cheek to her ear and whispered, “Don’t worry. I don’t want anybody else in my bed. Don’t want to feel anybody else tight around me, making me come.”

Y/N felt her stomach get all tight and fluttery, and her core started to tingle. He pulled back, and she saw his eyes were dark with desire. “I want to make you come now, Sam.” She pushed his sweatshirt up to get to his belt and started to unbuckle it. When she finished unbuckling and unzipping, Sam lifted his hips and pushed down his jeans and underwear. His cock was semi hard, long, thick, and beautiful. Y/N lowered herself to her knees in front of him and took his cock in her hand, loving the feel and the weight of it as she held it. Then she took it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip before swallowing it down until it touched the back of her throat.

Sam stretched his arms across the top of the sofa and lay his head back against it, letting out a deep satisfied sigh. She bobbed her head on him until he was fisting the back of the sofa and calling out her name. She fondled his balls while she sucked and licked until she felt his hand on the back of her head. “Y/N, wait.” She looked up at him and slipped her mouth from his leaking dick. “I want to come inside you. Make you feel good too.”

He stripped off his sweatshirt and pulled her to him, crashing his mouth on hers in a hungry kiss. “I want you, Y/N. Take your clothes off for me.” She broke the kiss and started a striptease for him. Slowly, she pulled her shirt up and off. Sam’s eyes raked over her breasts and the silky red, holiday perfect, bra she was wearing with a tiny bow in the middle.

He licked his lips while Y/N reached behind her back to undo the clasps. She slipped the straps seductively down her arms, exposing her breasts to him. “Do you want a taste, Sam?” He lowered his head to her chest and took one of her nipples into his mouth. Sam had made her come before just using his mouth and hands on her breasts, and what he was doing to her right now made her think it might happen again. “Oh fuck, Sam. That feels amazing.” She grabbed the back of his head to hold him to her. He continued to lick and tease her hardened nub with his teeth while he eased his hand down into her pants.

He found her clit and began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles. The double stimulation had her writhing and begging him for release. “Please, Sam. Make me come. I need it.”

He switched breasts and started to suck on the other one while his fingers rolled and flicked the nipple still wet from the attention his tongue had given it. Meanwhile, his hand in her pants started to move faster, rushing her closer to the climax she wanted. “C’mon, baby. Do it. I want to feel you come on my fingers.” She shuddered as her orgasm pulsated through her, and she coated Sam’s fingers with her juices.

As her high faded, she went soft under Sam’s touch, and he took her in his arms. “Do you know how hot you look when you come for me like that?”

“No, but I’m glad you like it.” She put her head on his shoulder to catch her breath. Her breathing was beginning to even out when she took his earlobe into her mouth. “I want more, Sam. I want to feel you splitting me open, pounding into me.” She bit down on his earlobe in her mouth hard enough to make him feel it in his growing cock. “Make me scream for you, Sam.”

Sam peeled off her remaining clothes and tossed them on the floor; his jeans and underwear followed. His cock was twitching, hard against his stomach in anticipation. Y/N climbed on top of him and lined his thick shaft up with her entrance, sinking down onto it until she was fully impaled and could feel him pushing against her cervix. She started to ride him, and Sam lifted his hips, thrusting them upward in time with her movements.

Without warning, he flipped her onto her back and hooked his arm under her leg, opening her wide to his now harder and deeper thrusts. His pubic bone was hitting her clit, and she was clawing at his back while she clenched around him. “Sam. Oh, God. I’m gonna...I’m gonna come. Sam!” He covered her mouth with his hand, and she screamed into his palm. She came hard, and just when she was coming down from her climax, he emptied inside her. His hot come coated her inside and triggered another orgasm as strong as the one she’d just had.

Sam took his hand from her mouth, lowered her leg, and nuzzled his nose into the side of her neck. He whispered against her skin, “You are completely beautiful.” He kept talking to her as he slipped from her body and rolled onto his back, settling her on top of him. He reached for the throw with the Celtic knot pattern he’d put on the back of the sofa earlier and covered her with it.

Y/N smiled and kissed his chest. “You were planning this, weren’t you?”

Sam was running his fingers through her hair. “A guy can hope.”

Y/N sighed with contentment. “I was hoping for this too.” She kissed his chest again. “I could barely focus on anything watching you and thinking about what we could be doing instead.”

Sam was still playing with her hair; he had gotten quiet. Y/N could sense the change in his mood. She raised her head to look down at him. “Sam, are you okay?”

She saw him swallow hard; his eyes had gotten reflective and sensitive, about as far from the passionate intensity that had been in them just minutes before as they could get. “I’m gonna be in graduate school at Christmas next year. I don’t know where, but...Y/N, will you go with me?”

He was brushing his thumb across her cheek, waiting for her to say something. The wheels in his mind were still turning; she could see them. She was so surprised at his question that her response was, “You want me to come with you, move to wherever you’re going? Are you asking me to live with you?”

His finger stopped moving on her cheek. “Yeah. I want you with me... because I love you.”

Y/N looked into his eyes; the lights from the tree were shining in them. He was serious. “Oh my God, Sam.”

He started to sit up. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”

“No.” She put her hand on his shoulder to keep him from moving any more. “I mean yes. I want to go with you. I want to be with you.” A smile started to spread across Sam’s face. With her next words, his dimples bloomed. “I love you too.”

Y/N kissed Sam again in the quiet of the bookstore; it was the first time she kissed him knowing he loved her and knowing they had a future together. The sign by the door said, Knowledge is yours if you seek it. She believed now the same was true of love.

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pointlessfiction · 4 years ago

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WARRIOR

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚

Outer Banks, paradise on earth. That's what the sign said when Blake and her older brother Monty sped down the North Carolina coastline. It was her first time visiting her brother in North Carolina since he moved a year ago. Just as the beat up ‘63 Chevy whizzed down the bumpy roads, waking up the grumpy teenage whose head was leant up uncomfortably against the glass pane. The golden yellow light of the rising sun washing over her, imprinting an angelic cast throughout the truck.

“Morning "Monty chirped excitedly, peaking at his semi-conscious sister.

“Morning” Blake muttered back, half asleep.

“What time is it? "she whined, stretching up from the uncomfortable position her head was resting in, her dainty hands shooting up and covering her eyes from the provocative sunrise.

“Just passed 6:00am, good morning! "he belted, further peeving his younger sister.

“Must you always be full of fucking sunshine and rainbows Monty? "she grumbled

“And good morning to you B ,and yes, as your older brother it is my duty to annoy you, and seeing as bloody happy people annoy you so much, in order to be the best brother I can I’m going to annoy the fuck out of you darling ”he joked, the radio previously playing, now acting as soft background noise.

“Yeah yeah, whatever "she grunted under her breath. "how long until we're there "she asked out of pure fatigue, longing for a bed.

“About ten minutes "he answered, laughing at how his sister shot up from her seat fixing herself in the mirror, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes before looking up at him.

“Wow that was quick" Blaise said, surprised, it took an 8 hour flight to get from England to north Carolina and is now taking them only an hour to drive into the outer banks when it only felt like an hour

“Probably because you were asleep for the whole flight and half the drive B "he answered her spoken though.

“I thought I said that in my head, but it's crazy how quick it went, I'm going to be super jet lagged in the morning". She sighed

“Right okay now that you're awake I've got to ask you some serious questions okay? "he asked, his protectiveness making ground.

She sighed, realising she could not hide it from him forever "go for it "she muttered, sarcasm seeping through her pearly-white teeth

“Does dad know you left in the middle of the night to come all the way to north Carolina from fucking England B ”he asked, the slight irritation in his voice understandable given the fact her visit was unforeseen.

“For when he notices I’m gone, I left a note saying that I left to come visit you for the summer "she replied, uninterested

“And is that true? "he pried

“To an extent "she claimed

He sighed "why are you actually here? Blake, you can tell me "he pleaded, wanting to know why exactly his younger sister left in the middle of the night because he knew it wasn't just because she missed him.

“You really want to know "she dragged, he nodded sparing glances to her watching the road intensely.

“Well ever since you left "she stopped, fear she had been burying finally coming out, time slowed down as her thoughts got filled with images people screaming hateful words, and the moment verbal abuse become physical, she could still smell the alcohol on his breath as he squared up to her. A hand on her shoulder broke the trance she found herself in. As her vision came back her eyes become glassy, but she refused to cry, because she does not cry. She is too strong to cry, she is not allowed to cry, crying makes her weak and Blaise Williams is anything but weak.

“It’s okay B you can tell me "he begged

“Dad started to drink again, it started out as just a few on a Friday night too here and there during the week but…”she paused, taking a deep breath to collect herself ”a few days morphed into everyday day and that same routine we stopped took over again, but this time, you weren't here to receive it so I had to "she sighed finally meeting her brothers eyes who were focused intently ahead, knuckles tightening against the wheel.

Looking up from the road, he finally looked at her face, luckily the roads were empty meaning he could take her in for longer. He noticed a subtle yellow-green tinge under her eye and knew that was not the only one that was covering her as they rode down the glowing road.

How could he think this would stop as he left? How could he leave her there on her own? Their dad was a ticking time bomb and when he left, he hadn't been physical for over 3 months, right? How stupid.

“Why didn't you ring me Blake you could've been down here ages ago, I’ve been here for a year "he quaked.

She inhaled deeply "he smashed my phone and I couldn't afford another one, despite having three jobs, so I got a job at Marys café and ended up getting a burner phone so I could ring you and then binned it on the way here, he said if I left, I’d be dead before I even got to the airport "she replied, reciting her ‘father’ word for word. Goosebumps raising the hairs on her milky skin as the previous months replayed in her mind.

Looking over to her brother, she didn't realise how she made it sound like she was blaming him because that's the last thing she wanted to do because she loved him and knew the job he had was something he loved and when he moved there permanently he'd be safe. Even though he was older than her she wanted to protect him, family is family and their mother always told them to protect family before anyone.

“I'm sorry I didn't mean it to sound like that, I don't blame you "she stammered

“I'm so sorry Blake, really. How could I actually think he'd change I never should have left you I should've taken you with me "he repeated spiralling in self-doubt which he shouldn't have to take, in Blake’s point of view.

“Stop Monty it's okay I promise it was only really bad when he had loads to drink anyways more verbal than anything "she tried to play it down but Monty knew exactly what she went through, why do you think he left?

He knew he should have taken her; his mother's wish was to make sure he always protected her and kept her safe, he failed.

“Blaise...” he stuttered, unsure of what to say

“Monty please its fine honestly I don’t want to talk about it to be honest I'm just glad I have you and were together now, well for the summer at least, were going to have a good time and have a fucking break from everything back home, who knows maybe I’ll even make some friends here "she laugh, the serious moment that was messing with her head, toying with emotions she didn't want to experience.

He agreed silently turning his head up to the road, realising his shack was at the next turning he pulled in turning the engine off looking over to Blake whose eyes were wide flashing with amusement ,like a toddler just given ice cream for the first time.

As they pulled up to the house, Blaise was excited to see it, her brothers’ job payed off. He was an architect/interior designer and he got offered a job round here to redesign a restaurant by the beach, which is also where his house was ,rebuilding and designing it. the pay was terrific. It was a small house, more of a beach shack, on the less wealthy side of the island but this was a home.

Walking into the house you were greeted with a very white minimalist aesthetic. A circular beige rug at the centre was accompanies by white plush sofas, laying on them were navy and white patterned pillows that blended beautifully. In the back was a table with wooden legs and navy seats, but what caught her eye was the bright red surfboard with a white lighting stripe cascading down its front. Growing up she always loved surfing, when she was young her family went on trips up on the south coast of England where you could get some decent waves and she missed the way the water made her feel and couldn’t wait to feel like that again. She noticed the sea on the way out of the ferry, waves rolling in and out, waking up slowly, ready for the day as the sun greeted them.

“I don’t have anything set up for you, but you can take my bed for tonight and I…” Monty started but she cut him off

“I've got the couch go to sleep well talk in the morning I’m probably going to be up anyways might go and watch the waves if that's okay "she insisted

“well I'm not even going to bother changing you mind because I'm so tired so I’ll see you in the morning but if you go to the beach be careful and I think the boy next door is actually your age him and his friends normally go out early in the morning anyway,you might see them so don’t be rude because he helps with sometimes "and with that they both said there goodnights as he went upstairs, she slid out of the backdoor.

Sitting cross legged on the beach, listening to that waves roll in closer and closer. she finally had time to take in everything that happened in the space of 24 hours.

When she got home from her last day of school she walked through the door gagging at the smell of absinthe and other illegal substances.in her exams she got all a’s just as she expected, seeing as she worked 24/7 on her school making sure she got best possible grades to enable herself to leave quicker. The fight she had with her dad came back in flashing snippets

“you are fucking worthless piece of shit “he bellowed, pushing her shoulder, causing her to crash down onto the floor.

“fucking dumb whore” followed with a slap across the face

But the last one, this made her finally leave

later that night, She was going downstairs out for an late night walk, as her dad also decided to go out ,presumably to break the law by inhaling strong-smelling marijuana, rolled by his own calloused hands that left her black and blue.

“where the fuck do you think you are going, whore?” he grumbled

“nowhere "she stuttered

“don’t lie to me your worthless piece of shit tells me where you are going in the middle of the night "he demanded

“out "she muttered just loud enough to hear, unfortunately.

“don’t take that tome with me you fucking bitch” his thick northern accent becoming more prominent as he shouted

She silently continued walking down the stairs, thinking it was the best thing to do, she was wrong.

“where are you going I said come back here now you fucking” he snapped grabbing her wrist so she came face to face with him, fear evident on her face as he stood on the top step, he snickered

“oh, is the little whore scared" he cooed “are you going to cry you fucking weak piece of shit” he barked. Before she had the chance to answer he brought his fist to her face opening an emotional wound she tried to cover. Somehow forgetting she was on the stairs, the forced pushed her down the flights as she saw her unfulfilled life flash before her eyes.

She could remember much but when she blacked out, she remembered something that kept her going, her mother’s wish.

ever since then shed vowed to never be weak again.

Snapping out of the trance as soon as she heard footsteps to her left, she looked up and was met with a hazel eyed boy with a goofy grin and bloodshot eyes giving off that he was under the influence of weed or alcohol.

“hey” he sat

“hi? She answered, more as a question.

“I'm john booker Routledge but people call me john b” he pulled his hand from his swim trunks which she shook cautiously

“I’m Blake Williams I'm Monty's sister "she explained

His face lasered with shock “no way well that makes sense why you look alike now, I’ve heard so much about you ,but anyways are you okay, because me and my friends were just about to leave and I saw this random girl, no offence ,just sitting on the sand and though I should check on her. "he added

“yeah I'm okay I just got here actually, can’t sleep jetlagged” she laughed, already liking his personality and dimples

“your accents so funny “he laughed

And she raised a warning eyebrow at him teasingly. he cleared his throat “I didn’t mean that rude I just, well its nice just unique I guess "he marvelled

“unique means weird, are you calling me weird john b"he queried, teasingly, taking no offence because she was thinking the same thing as his American accent

“not always unique is one of a kind, unique is good, honestly “he replied making her smile. As the sun washed over his face, she noticed his tan skin and broad build, immediately feeling inferior to him.

“anyways” he paused "you good?im not even going to ask a bunch of questins because im so tired,but later well catch up but are you ok? "he finished

“yeah I'm good just thinking ,you go and later on ,when I'm fully able to speak, we can continue this conversation yea?”she asked and he was taken back by the sudden demand, brushing it off just being jetlag he stood and agreed parting ways to tell his friends about Monty Williams sister, who was definitely going to be a new addition to their group, if she wanted.

As she walked inside, she realised she sounded so rude hoping he understood she was just tired. She was looking forward to making a better impression later and maybe making friends. But now she had to focus on getting a job to pay towards her goals and figure out what the hell she was going to do now. This was her new beginning

A/N HELLO GUYS...im new to this platform writing-wise I been using Tumblr for years and this is a new account,,I just got into writing and this is the outcome...do you like it???if you could show supposed appreciate it loads have a good day guys!!!ps SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMAR/SPELLING MISTAKES

#outerbanks #obx fic #obx fanfiction #outerbanksfiction #jjfic #oc #jjxoc

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When taking Lutrudis as a concept into account, it could be argued that the decision to have her live in a big, fairytale-like castle would be an unwise idea, maybe even counterintuitive, since a place so extravagant might undermine her intended loneliness and yearning for a more fulfilling life, adventure, and all that jazz before Sonic and company entered the picture. The last thing I’d want with Trudy would be to remind people of Chris “woe is me” Thorndyke and his rich kid mansion lifestyle. Not to mention that since some of the townspeople in Lime Shores can act rather ignorant (and in some cases, antagonistic) towards her, a lavish castle might also undermine the underdog nature of that particular setup.

Despite these concerns however, I felt confident with my plan, and I figured that as long as I knew what I was doing, readers would understand what I had in mind. I’ve explained in the past that a castle would better accommodate someone with her EDS, so right off the bat, you already have a practical justification for it. It also helps that whereas the accursed Thorndyke had his parents, friends, grandad, butler, etc etc etc etc... Trudy genuinely had no one to turn to before the heroes arrived for their intended vacation. So with that said, let’s examine this particular building for a bit, complete with pics for comparison’s sake, as well as a certain cavern full of Ethereal goodness that happens to be nearby...

Creating the Residence: Trudy’s Castle

Let’s get the obvious out of the way: The outside environment is not too subtly inspired by Autumn Plains from Spyro 2, better known to non-Spyro fans as my blog background.

A serene yet lonely autumnal forest backdrop, with a big stone castle smack dab in the center. It’s not one-to-one the same of course - instead of a pool, the front area boasts a lovely garden full of different flowers, and there’s also a lake nearby - but the mood is more or less what you see here.

However, this partly serves to contrast with what’s behind closed doors. As acknowledged in Beyond the Stars proper, the interior of the castle instead goes for a different and grander, yet equally inviting atmosphere when you take that first step inside. Instead of stone, you see marble and wood, and instead of grey and green, you have reds, creams, maroons, and golds (with a few complimentary blues and purples thanks to the flags hovering above).

As the lady herself mentions, Trudy discovered that the interior was in a state of disarray when she obtained it, and she was of the belief that a castle as beautiful and rich in history as this one deserved better than to be forgotten and wither away in the coming generations. The least she felt she could do was give it a modern, yet respectful redecoration, and give the old building a second, loving life in the process.

Yes, that means every spot of detail inside this castle was done single-handedly. Entirely on her lonesome. It took ages to complete, especially when taking her EDS into account, but she was determined to give the place its due, and lo and behold, the effort more than paid off. (You know, such levels of determination bring a blue hedgehog to mind...)

And that’s just the intended vision for the main hallway! We haven’t touched the other rooms yet! (Since a castle would have quite a lot of rooms, it goes without saying that for the sake of keeping this post from going even longer, we won’t be covering literally every single room... just the most important and/or most noteworthy ones. :o)

The bathroom can be described as a mix between the two examples below, combining the semi-medieval build of the former with the sky blue palette and general relaxing style of the latter.

Though that said, while the bath remains there for any guests to use, Trudy personally uses a shower since it’s more convenient for someone with her condition.

The kitchen (or as Sonic likes to call it, “the palace of chili dog magic”) mostly comes in cool browns and blacks, and its intended appearance is probably one of the more obvious combinations of old-timey and modern. It also has a slightly country aesthetic compared to the other rooms, because ha ha, horses, geddit.

The greenhouse at the back brings back the heavy amounts of green (well duh, the clue’s in the name, isn’t it?), while also providing contrast with the whiteness of the structure and architecture. Complete with giant arched windows, because of course.

And the segue point between the greenhouse and the rest of the castle looks something along these lines, at least with the way the building itself connects.

Even the chambers underneath the castle manage to look classy and clean. And just as well, since it’s where Tails parks the Tornado for the remainder of his time in Viridonia, once he FINALLY remembers to get it off the Lime Shore beach...

You know another benefit of such a spacious area? You get to turn it into a makeshift workshop for all your gadget needs, Tornado-related or otherwise. I’m sure that won’t come in handy at some point...

The guest bedroom is one of the most curious rooms of the lot, because even though it’s as nice and tidy as you’d expect, it’s also rather... muted compared to everywhere else. Perhaps Trudy felt no need to modify it further in any specific way, since no one had ever bothered to stop by anyway... until you-know-who and the gang.

And we can’t forget to mention our fair equine’s OWN bedroom now, can we? Her bedroom opts for darker colours, yet no less therapeutic, which includes the canopy bed that she rests in. You can actually see the general idea with the bedroom (and the outside of the castle for that matter) for yourself, in the Dame of the Daisy mini-comic, courtesy of my awesome friend @benignmilitancy.

Likewise, although this shot is currently incomplete (don’t worry, Benign is fine with me using it :P), meaning some details haven’t been added yet, you can also get a basic idea of how the balcony is supposed to look here, along with the complimentary view of Viridonia’s oceans.

So what kind of music would befit Trudy’s castle, you may ask? Well, taking every detail into account, we would need something that goes for that perfect mix of adventure, wonder, warmth... and a faint hint of sadness lurking beneath. Something that gets all four across, but not in a generic, run-of-the-mill orchestra sort of way. Something a little more ambient and down-to-earth, with a more unique and specific kind of intimacy. Something like...

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This would apply for when you’re inside, mind you. Outside the castle, the surrounding forest would have a theme of its own, though it would share that similar combination of melancholic friendliness. So for the outside, we would go with something more like...

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Overall, the idea behind Trudy’s castle - aside from being her residence and looking enviously pretty - is to add to Trudy’s own character. It’s said that one’s home can say a lot about a person, and I made sure that every room shared a consistent narrative when reading between the lines. They may differ in shape, and they may even differ in colour, but the story is kept consistent at all times. We know that our girl is elegant, we know that our girl has slightly antiquated tastes... and we know that until the arrival of Sonic and Co, our girl was extremely lonely, and isolated by her peers, to the point of staving off said loneliness and isolation by making the place as lavishly detailed as it is in the first place. And just as the stony exterior hides the more fanciful interior, so too is there more to Trudy herself than at first glance.

Besides, not counting Eggman’s endless list of tributes to himself, we don’t often see the characters’ homes in the games, do we? We’ve seen Angel Island for Knuckles, the Space Colony A.R.K. for Shadow, that shack belonging to the Chaotix in Heroes, a few pads of varying consistency depending on the game (Tails’ workship in SA1 VS his house in Battle)... but not much more than that. And what better contrast to Sonic being something of a nomad, than by Trudy living a place like this?

But we’re not done just yet. Last but not least, we can’t forget that mysterious cave hiding down below, where countless amounts of Ethereal Crystals can be found undisturbed... You can bet that such a place would be suitably attention grabbing.

Since the crystals themselves come in practically every shade of the rainbow and then some, the resulting combination - specifically their reflecting shine - ends up painting the cavern walls with just as much colour.

It may feel a tad surreal and almost alien, to the point of being a little intimidating for some, arguably. But you know in your heart of hearts that as long as Eggman isn’t in the equation, there is no need to be fearful. After all, Trudy knows it better than anyone else, and although the crystals and their properties may hail from unknown, possibly uncomfortable origins, the horse herself continues to use them for wholly benevolent purposes.

Such a cavern would deserve a theme of its own, no? We’ll need something that drives home the point that the power within has no inherent morality, and can only be as good or as evil as the person using them. So although Trudy’s own intentions are firmly on the side of good, we’ll also need an added touch of minor eeriness lingering in the background, to represent the overarching threat and subsequent implications of Eggman dipping his own hands into the metaphorical Ethereal well, on top of its already unexplained otherworldliness...

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So yes, it’s quite a pleasant castle that Trudy has, eh?

But this isn’t the only castle that can be found in Viridonia...

Well, it used to be the only one of its kind on the island... until a certain doctor stopped by, decided to beat the horse at her own game, and create his own, darker counterpart in response... But we’ll get to that when we get to that, ho ho ho.

#Creating Viridonia #Sonic the Hedgehog #Fanfiction

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