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call out your name || L. Ackerman

➳ Levi Ackerman x Fem Reader

Word Count: 8381 Warnings: major character death, cussing, fluff, blood, violence, nightmares, some spoilers i think note: This is heavily unedited! this was something that has been sitting in my drafts for ages, and i rlly wanted to post it so here it is!

synopsis: No one’s left and there is no one to go on. All I know that my life is gone. I’m crying, missing my lover. And I got no power, on my side forever.

When she brings me coffee, her smile, I wish I could be with her. Till my last day.

Black Tea was his favorite.

The foul stench of the liquid always made you feel displeased. It left a bitter taste on the tip of your tongue, and you never once took a sip of it. You always prepared it for him. But you liked making it for him. In exchange to see a softer side, a side of a broken man. You would jump on that opportunity many times if you could.

The greetings from the members of your squad and other cadets never failed to make you smile. Being a squad leader meant that your comrades always respected one another, including you. It always warmed the aching part of your heart, it made you feel whole once again. The aroma of the tea always made you feel at home. When you stared down at the brown substance in the tea cup, it always gave you a feeling of nostalgia.

“Where did you learn how to make this?”

“I made this myself. Why do you ask?”

That exchange was all it took for him to be convinced by your tea making skills for some reason. From then on, he never took tea from anyone else but yourself, or he made it. No exceptions. Dear god, he would never take it from Hanji. Who knows what they could have put in there.

His office always smelled dull, but it didn’t smell bad. No one expected anything different from the Captain. All the books were neatly stacked upon each other, nothing was out of the ordinary. When you’ve returned the next day with his desired drink, it was always the same as the day before, and the next. He was neat, and you liked that.

When the cup was placed softly on his desk, he would look up from his papers and gaze into your eyes. His sharp silvery eyes had a glint, a look you couldn’t quite piece it together. He still had that stoic look on his face, but his eyes would soften up slightly. If you blinked, you have never noticed it. A hum of satisfaction rumbled in the depth of his chest as his fingers gripped the rim on the cup, bringing it to his mouth. His lips would part as he took a sip of the drink, closing his eyes as the warmth ran down his throat and into the pits of his stomach, relishing in the after taste it gave him.

“It tastes good.”

“Well I don’t make mediocre Black Tea, Levi.”

A gentle smile curved at your lips as you stared at the Captain, who continued to drink the brown substance. Moments like this, where it was just you and the short man, reminded how lucky you were to live to see another day, rather a special someone. Life in this hell was sacred by all means. Any day the walls could come crashing down and that would be the end of humanity. More so yourself along with the rest of the Scouts. It was like counting your days on a calendar when an Expedition was approaching. It was important to say goodbye and whisper an I love you, like it would be your last. No one knew.

And that was the scary part.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

I said I gave all my love to you.

Levi had horrible nightmares. On average, he got 2-3 hours of sleep, every night. Maybe he could get a good solid four hours, but never above that. The amount of times he saw his comrades die in his dreams, was almost too much for him. From Isabel and Farlan, to the death of his squad. Too many people died in front of him. Many people he cared about.

The bed that brought most comfort to others, did the exact opposite for Levi. He dreaded going to sleep for the most part. Instead of it soothing his troubles and reassuring that he was alive and safe, it gave him the memories that he hated most. Their cries always rang in his ears as he tried closing his eyes for a night's rest. The position he slept in was never good enough. Nothing was ever good enough for his slumber. If he could hate anything other than Titans, it would be his dreams.

“Levi! Help me Levi!’ your pleading cries called out for him as you thrusted an arm in the air, desperate to latch onto anything. Your legs have been bruised by the grip of the humanoid creatures. Your breathing has gotten worse as your ribs began to crack at the tightening hold. “Please Levi!”

The captain couldn’t move. The blades in his hands were nothing. They seemed weightless, like paper. His orbs focused on your struggling body as you begged for mercy. His mouth was parted as small puffs of air left his mouth. His hands shook as he watched the titan bring you closer to its mouth.

It was like in slow motion. Your blades that you were skilled with, your weapons, fell right out of your hands and landed on the comfort of the ground. The cracking of the metal could be heard from the ground as your maneuvering gear snapped in half, the pieces falling from your body and landing with clangs. Your legs continued to kick at the ginormous hand that kept you captive. The titan stared down at you with its beady eyes and creepy like smile.

“Levi help me! Please! Save me!” You screamed as you stared down at the man with terror. This wasn’t the look you always wore. You had the look of a confident soldier. A soldier who was ready to risk their life for the cause. But now, all hope was lost as your eyes were welled up with your tears, your mouth continuing to move on its own, but no sound was coming out.

“I can’t move,” he whispered, his fingers clenching around nothing. He looked down at his hands and let out an audible noise of terror. Replacing the blades, was blood. Specifically, your blood. The blood dripped down from the inside of his jacket to his palm, the droplets falling from his fingertips.

Your screaming had stopped as he looked up. The titan was gone. The only thing there was your body, that seemed to be laying on the ground in a weird position.

As if now he could move, he stumbled towards you and fell on his knees, staring down at you with despair. He lowered his head to your chest and tried catching a heartbeat.

…

“You can’t be dead..” he trailed off and straightened himself up, his eyes piercing into your own lifeless ones. You couldn’t have died. No, it was impossible. You couldn’t leave him behind like Isabel and Farlan have. Like his mother did. You had to stay with him.

He watched as a blood puddle formed underneath your head. The source of the oozing red was coming from the side of your frontal region. You must have hit it hard on the way down. He brought a shaky hand to touch it and retracted his hand upon feeling that it was dry and cracked.

“Levi..why did you let me die..?” you meekly asked, looking forward up at the sky. Your chest had stopped moving up and down as the blood stain by your mouth began to dry up. Your lips began to chap up and crack. It looked like you’ve gone cold to the touch. You could have been a popsicle.

“What?” he asked quietly, his teeth chewing on the inside of his cheek. “What do you mean?”

“You let me die, Levi. Now you’re all alone,” you repeated, turning your head to face him. “Why Levi? I thought you loved me? I loved you...” your voice was hoarse from the trauma on your throat from your ear splitting screams. You were no longer gasping for air, but instead frozen like a statue.

He couldn’t answer you. The moments where he swore to protect you no matter what, he failed. He failed as a Captain, as a friend, a comrade, and a lover. He failed.

“Levi..”

“Levi!”

His eyes snapped open as he sat up quick, gasping for air. His eyes frantically scanned the shadowy room. The moon provided the only source of light, peeking through the curtains by his window. His chest heaved up and down as his nimble fingers clenched around his bed sheets. A sheer cover of sweat formed at the base of his neck and his forehead. His throat felt parched as he struggled to gain air, feeling winded from his night terror.

The panting never stopped from him. Your hand found home on his shoulder, squeezing the clothed muscle. “Levi..”

He stopped letting air out for a moment, slowly turning his head to the side. A shape in the darkness was made by his eyes. His silvery slits squinted just enough to tell it was you in this shadowy room. He could make out the whites of your eyes, as the light hit on your face perfectly, illuminating your visage.

“..You’re alive,” he whispered, the feeling of your blood running down his arm from his dream, was still there. The thick substance felt heavy on his limb. Your confused expression was enough for him to realize that he wasn’t making sense.

“Of course I’m alive..why wouldn’t I be alive?” you questioned, running a hand through his hair, slicking it back with the sweat that he was drenched with. You could care less about the glistening liquid that was on your hands now.

His tongue peeked out of the cavern and licked his lower lip in anticipation. What exactly was Levi anticipating? There was nothing bad happening outside of this room, outside of headquarters. The ache in his beating heart was too much for him to handle.

“It felt so real,” he started, immovable as if he was too afraid to move. “I could smell the blood..it was so close to me that I could taste it upon the tip of my tongue,” he brought a hand up to his mouth and wiped any sweat that made it to his upper lip. “The metallic taste is too familiar to me, regardless it being a Titan’s blood or a human’s blood.”

“Levi, I’m afraid I’m not understanding. What happened?”

It wasn’t out of the ordinary that you saw Levi in such a shaken up state. The man was broken and was bound to be torn to pieces by the time he was on his deathbed. The wounded soldier always suffered before letting out their last breath.

“It got you. Those filthy bastards held you in their clutches. And I watched, pathetically as you begged and called out my name. I couldn’t move. You screamed, and cried. Then suddenly you stopped--,” he paused and looked over at you, noticing the look of shock on your face. “-- And you were dead on the floor. The titan was gone. I went to your body and your heart wasn’t beating. You begged me for an answer on why I didn’t save you,” he stopped abruptly and balled his hand into a fist, letting out a grunt.

“I let you die.”

The words that you were ready to speak, died in the back of your throat as you listened to his atrocious dream. Instead, a lump was put in place as you tried swallowing it. Your mouth had gone wilted as you wracked for anything to come out. A peep, a sigh, a cry. Anything, at this rate, Levi would think he’s all alone. And you knew he wasn’t alone.

“Levi,” you started carefully, thinking about the ways it could go wrong, depending on what you would say. “I know you would never let me die, or any of your comrades in that matter, unless we are ordered to die. You care about your soldiers, as well as the soldiers caring about their superiors. That wasn’t the real you. You’ve been through so much trauma already..your mind just wants to add unrealistic situations to mess with you.”

“I’m not dying anytime soon, Levi. I can promise you that.”

“That’s what Isabel said before her head was completely removed from her body,” he replied, remembering the death of his two close friends from the underground.

Isabel Magnolia and Farlan Church.

Both infamous criminals in the underground district of Wall Sina. Isabel joined the group of thugs later on and the three became known by many merchants and poor families. Not too long the group was caught by Erwin Smith, and forced to join the Survey Corps or surrender themselves to the Military Police. The first choice was the best option as they were soldiers the next day. Less to say, their first expedition was horrible. But the outside world was beautiful.

Beautiful isn’t always meant to stay that way.

Her face was rolled across the field. The thick red substance spewed out from her body. Her once green sparkling eyes were lifeless and dull. His eyes were widened in fear. His body was sliced in half as his lower half was in the titan’s mouth, chewing, savoring the taste of the human body in its disgusting chops.

Levi could still remember the rush of adrenaline as he took on the beast by himself. Blood was splattered as his arms were numb by the end of the fight. His blades were dull and useless as his gas needed to be replenished. Thankfully, his horse was there to aid him in his retreatment.

“Well Levi, we’re given better training now than before,” you stated and forced him to look at you. “I’m not going anywhere okay? I promise. I’m not leaving you, ever. You won’t be alone again, I swear to you.”

His eyes searched frantically for a lie spoken within your eyes. Certainly you had to be joking. No one could ever make those types of promises with death knocking at their door. How could you talk about something so easily and not know the future? What game were you playing?

The rapid beat of his heart seemed to steady as he hung his head, shutting his eyes shut as a small breath of air ejected from his mouth. One measly statement wouldn’t cover the fact that he had let you die, reality or dream. Humanity’s Strongest, let one of the most important people in his life down. Not just down, he failed, he let you die.

And there was no way he would let that become a reality.

“I promise to you,” he started and made eye contact with you. “I will always be there to protect you. Even if it causes my own life. You will see the outside world. With, or without me.”

Knowing that you couldn’t persuade Levi when he got serious, a gentle smile and nod was all you can do. “Okay Levi. I believe you.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

We dreamt a new house, some place to be at peace.

An expedition was coming up soon. It had the same underlying goal, to retake the land that was stolen from them by the creatures. The newest recruits would need to be trained by the captain himself.

You liked to help Levi with the recruits. It was funny to see them cower in their boots as he yelled at them to do things properly, especially when cleaning. With a new set of able soldiers, you were able to pick who you wanted.

It wasn’t mostly about height, or how muscular they were. You liked looking at their reports from their cadet years. How well they worked with others, in a serious setting. How was their combat skills? Omnidirectional maneuvering techniques? Being the top of the class didn’t mean anything if you weren’t able to defend yourself out there or give up your life. In boot camp, you were sheltered. In the Scouts, it was life or death.

“Like this!” you grunted and placed a hand on Levi’s shoulder as you wrapped your leg around his, slamming him into the ground. There was barely an audible noise from the dark haired male as his back collided with the harsh earth underneath him.

Currently, the both of you were in charge of refreshing their memory with hand to hand combat training. It was easy to say, most cadets already forgot how to defend themselves on the ground, which made your job more difficult than ever. Using Levi as an example was not a picture you were thinking when you’ve awoken this morning in his bed.

“Not bad,’ Levi muttered and got off of the floor, immediately wiping the dirt off of his body. “Disgusting..now it’s my turn,” he said and didn’t give a second thought, heading straight for you.

You moved to the side and held your arms up in front of your face, protecting yourself at all costs. Just because you were the special one in Levi’s life, doesn’t mean he’ll go easy on you. No, during any sort of training, you're his foe, the one he’s trying to protect himself from.

The cadets gathered around in awe, enjoying the sight of their captain and potential squad leader in a fight, for their sack of learning. Two of the most strongest in all the regime, were head to head. Pretty exciting for teenagers if they do say so themselves.

Levi was quick on his feet, he was agile, and he never made a sound as he was going to attack. His foot was lifted from the air and aimed for your feet, in hopes that he could knock you down. In mind, you knew that this was Levi’s first move. Everyone expected him to go high, but no, he always went low.

You retracted backwards and let out a huff. “Always going low, huh Levi?”

“You say that now when you’ll be on the bottom,” he replied and waited for your first offensive attack. You never attacked first. You were more of a defensive fighter. You would rather get to know someone’s skill by watching them the whole time, plus the more they hit, the more they got tired.

Levi knew that, you were a surprise. Your offensive attack wasn’t the best. It was usually a measly kick to the head, but he always knew it. You would stutter-step before lifting your leg up. In that mere second, that’s all that it took for someone to attack.

Deciding not to wait any longer, he rushed you. Your eyes widened as you stumbled faintly. That was all it took. Levi wrapped an arm around your torso and his other pinning your arm to your back. He leaned forward and let gravity take its course as he slammed you to the ground. A loud grunt left your lips as your chest collided with the terrain. It really hurt, with your boobs hitting first, and plus the weight of Levi wasn’t helping at all.

“L-Levi!”

“What?” he answered, unemotionally as he got off of you. “You messed up and I took advantage of it. It’s not my fault you stumbled.” He’s not the type to sugarcoat anything. He knows that your lack of awareness is what needs to be fixed.

You groaned as you rolled onto your back, opening your eyes. You were met with the delicate blue sky. The clouds moved effortlessly in the heavens. The fluffs of white hid the overbearing sun. The harsh rays beat down upon you, causing you to lift an arm to shield your orbs from the harmful light. Birds in the sky cried out as they flew with their powerful wings that made them free.

You always wanted to be a bird when you were a child. The thought of growing the most beautiful set of wings was deemed impossible by adults around you. Many elders said how childish you sounded. At a young age, you were told about the harsh realities of this world. Dreams for children were no match for the hell on earth.

You insisted on writing these ideas in a book. Your grandmother seemed to be your only supporter on this. She told you, that if you believed in it, and wrote it down, then the three goddesses, Maria, Rose, and Sina, would grant you this ability. Maybe the founder, Ymir Fritz would visit you in your dreams and let you transform into a bird like creature.

A small laugh left your mouth along with a sigh of stupidity and happiness. You still had hopes and dreams of that. Your childish antics never evaporated as you got older. The small child inside of you begged to come out, wanting to spread her wings in order to see the world freely.

“Are you okay down there?” Levi poked his head in your line of sight, his eyebrows furrowed inward.

“Levi do you think one day I’ll grow wings and fly?” you asked suddenly, a dazed look across your features as you stared directly past him. Lazily, you lifted an arm up and spread your fingers out towards the sky, as if you were reaching for something beyond your ability. “It’s beautiful…”

“What are you talking about? Did you even sleep last night? Are you sick?” Levi questioned as he grabbed your arm, forcing you to sit upward as he crouched to your level. He pressed the back of his head against your forehead and retracted it upon touch. “Well you don’t have a fever..so that’s good. Now do you mind telling me just what in the hell you’re talking about becoming a fucking bird?”

“I’ve been having weird dreams,” you started off softly, with a voice as quiet as a mouse moving, if he wasn’t paying attention, he wouldn’t have heard you.

“Weird dreams like what?” he replied and glanced over his shoulder, noticing that the cadets scurried away to where Hanji was instead, finding interest in the new weapon she was given. He turned back around and gave you his undivided attention, a flash of rare concern popping up in his eyes. It wasn’t normal for you to ask questions like this, usually the younger ones would ask silly inquiries like this.

“I think the three goddesses visit me in my sleep. It’s like..unreal. It seems like the afterlife. They always greet me with the same smile on their face and welcome me with open arms. One of them, I can’t remember who, always tells me that I’m free from the curse of Ymir and I don’t understand what they mean by that. Is this a sign that..it’s going to happen soon? Am I going to die soon, Levi? Or am I just being ansty because we have an expedition soon?”

Most of the time, Levi knew what to say, whether it was good or bad. Always. He knew. But unfortunately, now was not the time. He stared down at you with slightly widened eyes. His pupils dilated in size upon hearing the details.

“Course you’re not going to die soon, why could you possibly think of something so horrendous as that?” he cradled your face in his rough hands, forcing you to look up at him from your sitting position. “I told you, you aren’t dying on my watch.”

“Think about it Levi..you can’t make promises like that. I can die, you can die. Fuck, we both can die! This world is beautiful one minute then the next it’ll eat you alive because it’s so cruel! What if my dreams are trying to tell me something?! What if--” you paused and licked your chapped lips before continuing, “-- I am going to die..?”

“Don’t be stupid!” he suddenly yelled, raising his voice. His hands moved from your face to your shoulders. His fingers dug into your body, making indents in your brown jacket. “You aren’t going to die, Y/N! How many times do I have to tell you to get it through your fucking skull?!”

His shoulders heaved up and down as he puffed out breaths of air through his parted lips. His orbs found home in yours as he stared directly, trying to find anything. He noticed the look of shock evident in your visage, feeling your shoulders relax underneath his rugged palms.

No matter how many times Levi could reassure you, it was difficult to put your faith into his words. The voice in the back of your head always reminded you that you did your job well, that you were free. What did that even mean?

“I’m… I’m sorry, Levi,” you averted your gaze to anywhere but him. You felt shameful. You weren’t exactly sure as to why that feeling overtook your body, but you knew that you deserved it.

He paused for a moment before speaking up once more, “You’re scaring me, you know that? You know I’ll always be there to protect you. I won’t let you have the same faith of my fallen ones. I’m willing to sacrifice my own life for you.”

You knew he was right. He meant what he said. He would lay his life on the ground for you. You shouldn’t doubt his words. Your lip quivered at his statement as a silent tear trailed down your face. Many years in the Survey Corp taught you that you had to have confidence in order to survive. Without that, you couldn’t trust your ability to fight against the man eating monsters.

When you first joined the Scouts, you were far from confident. You were always ashamed that others over topped you in ranks, kill count and overall attitude. You were timid and an outcast at first. Hiding in your safety net was your best friend at the time.

Many of your comrades forced you to overcome your fear of failing, but you would never budge. Majority of the time, you tried impersonating others. Maybe if you were loud and bright like Hanji, others would notice you. Or if you were loyal and caring like Moblit, maybe others would trust you as they trust others. It wasn’t that they didn’t trust you, they weren’t sure if you trusted them.

“What if I’m not strong enough out there?”

“Tch. Are we really having this conversation again, Y/N? Erwin didn’t just pick you out for no reason. He saw potential in you. He saw a natural born leader and molded you into someone you are today. I don’t think he’s stupid to pick someone random and make them a squad leader. You were made to be a squad leader for a reason, don’t forget it.”

Levi’s words made your heart ache, yet flutter. You knew damn well why you were chosen to be a squad leader in the Survey Corps. Your bravery that you showed to others, to your commander was enough for him. You chose to display your dedication to saving humanity through actions, which was the best for you to succeed. A woman of few words, happened to be one of the most fierce, dedicated and courageous soldiers the Scouts has ever seen.

Of course that was four ago when you were appointed as a leader. Now you were outgoing and confident in your abilities. You didn’t have a care in the world when you were on that field. It was just you, and the open land that you dangerously fought for. You didn’t have the most solo kills, but you were a team player. You ranked number 1 in kill assists, something everyone should be ranked as. Everyone needed to collaborate with their team to succeed.

A small breath of air slipped passed your lips as you looked into his silvery iries. “I’m sorry. I doubt myself a lot, don’t I?”

He nodded in agreement as he curled his hand behind your head, bringing you close as his forehead pressed against yours. His hair tickled your frontal region as he closed his eyes. “To be frank, you do. And it’s fine. We’re all human at the end of the day. Don’t let blind it from your goal, okay?” He asked and fluttered his eyes open, gazing into yours. “I love you..and I promise you.”

Without saying a word, you brought your hand and curled it behind his head, playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck. He pulled away from your forehead and instead, placed his lips there and lingered them on your skin.

“I know Levi..I love you too.”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

We don’t know what is wrong tonight, nobody got no place to hide.

Puffs of air escaped your lips as your fingers clenched the black reigns of your horse. You swung your arm out horizontally, yelling out commands for your squad to follow. The clopping of the war horses rang through your ears as you ran through the forest. The adrenaline and fear kicked in right away when the gates of Wall Maria opened. Your heart beat steadily increased with each step you took in the deserted land.

Before the expedition, Levi pulled you aside prior to the departure. In stables is where you stood, giving your final affections to one another from peeping eyes. Staying in his strong arms reminded you that you had to come back safe, as well as him. This was a common thing between the both of you. You held each other accountable for staying alive. Flimsy promises were exchanged between the two of you.

His lips pressed against the back of your hand, mumbling a few words that leave tingles on your supple skin. Your lips pressed against the side of his cheek, repeating the same words back to him as you embraced him one last time. No one ever approached when they saw their Captain and Squad Leader in an intimate moment, one that might be their very last. Everyone understood the situation at hand. The two lovers were just trying to make it back for each other, and for everyone else.

As you readied on your war horse, you caught the glance of Levi’s wandering eyes. His squad was more up ahead than yours. The Levi Squad was always placed up front to be in the center ranks, the best of the best. Your squad was mostly used for Titan Signaling, nevertheless, more important than the whole formation. His head moved slightly, as he nodded your way. In return, you repeated his ministrations as you looked forward, awaiting the commands from Erwin, who was at the head of the formation.

“You and Captain Levi are really cute together! When are you guys getting married?”

Your eyes widened as you whipped your head to the side, meeting the cheeky smile of a cadet, who was put in your squad. “What did you say?!”

“I said when are--”

“N-No I heard you!” your voice pitched as embarrassment flowed through your veins. The only people that ever commented on your relationship with Levi was Hanji, Petra and Erwin. Occasionally Oluo would, but that was when he was feeling bold.

Her snickers from beside you caused the rest of your squad to laugh at their now flustered leader. Before getting a chance to speak, Commander Erwin’s words cut through the air like a knife.

“This is the 54th Scout Recon mission! Our objective is to take back our land that was rightfully stolen from us! My soldiers! Dedicate your hearts!”

A warrior like cry pierced the atmosphere as every soldier raised a single blade in the air, as if calling an early victory. The gate arose from its natural position as the commander ran through first on his horse. Soon, the whole regime followed his every move.

And that’s how you ended up here. Your wandering eyes checked the clear sky for any colorful signals that could pop up anywhere. Your job, as the signaling, was to warn any nearby squads for any titans, especially abnormals. As well as warning, you were to take out any creatures that started going in the direction of the center.

“We are to meet with the Levi Squad once we see the blue smoke signal! By then, the Hanji Squad will take over our position!” You shouted over your shoulder, receiving nods and a few “Yes Ma’am!”

“Why haven’t we gotten the smoke signal yet?” you muttered and wiped the sweat away from your forehead as your squad continued to advance forward. “We relayed many signals to the defense squads..why haven’t they relayed ours yet..” you trailed off.

A green smoke signal caught your attention, your back straightening and reaching into the brown pouch on the side of your horse. You pulled out a smoke signal gun and loaded it, lifting your arm into the air as your finger pulled the trigger. Green smoke shot out and emitted from the small weapon, alerting the squads as they relayed the message.

“Two 15 meter abnormals coming from the back! Should we engage in combat, Squad Leader?!”

“Yes!” you yelled, pulling your blades out from their confinements. “I’ll engage with you! The rest of you, pay close attention for any signals!”

You slowed down your horse as you tugged on the reins, hearing the cry of the horse as it changed its course, going to the back. Two titans ran with their arms flailing wildly. How long have they been following?

A hook shot out of your gear and pierced through the thick skin of the monster. Your body thrusted forward as you swung around from behind in the air. You raised both arms up and brought them down on its nape, letting out a grunt at the contact. The grey blades cut the roughness perfectly, the titan immediately falling upon being struck.

Your head lifted up when you saw the other titan was on the ground too.

“Ah, good job Nessa,” you smiled tiredly as the shot of a gun caught your attention.

Blue smoke shot through the air.

The Levi Squad.

“Perfectly timing Levi, as always,” you whispered and spoke soft words to your horse, as it returned back to you.

The trip to the location of the signal was peaceful, which was surprising. Normally as you ventured deeper into the formation, titans would have been spotted by now. Just where were they?

And why haven’t they showed up yet?

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

I’m standing alone, no way. Calling out your name.

The sky got grey. A messenger from the upper ranks came down and told you that a detour must be taken. The message came directly from the Captain himself, Levi. Many titans swarmed the vicinity and he deemed that it wasn’t safe for you.

“Safe my fucking ass. I throw my life on the line and this is the appreciation I get?!” you yelled angrily as you disobeyed the messenger’s orders.

“Wait Squad Leader!” the messenger yelled with a groan as she tried her best to persuade you. “Captain Levi said it wasn’t safe for you to go! There are just too many of them for you to slip right in!”

“Well, you or myself will tell Levi too bad. And it is going to be me,” you spat, venom dripping from your mouth with the words that slipped passed your lips. You were nowhere near upset at the soldier, you were upset with your encourager, who told you that you were capable of anything.

Levi Ackerman didn’t trust your abilities.

You grited your teeth as you kept your head down, your horse sprinting faster than ever, leaving your squad behind. You were acting on impulse now, you weren’t level headed anymore. You couldn’t think about the situation at hand. Angry thoughts were flowing in and out of your brain at a speed you didn’t know you could think at.

You understood that Titans were surrounding the area, but not continuing the plan could mess up the whole formation, let alone the expedition. This would cost more casualties than it should.

A droplet of water landed upon your head as you craned your neck back, looking up at the thick grey blanket that shielded the earth from the sun. Clear liquids fell from the clouds and landed on your supple flesh. Rain began to flood over the earth as a groan of annoyance rumbled from your throat. You pulled your hood over your head as you finally entered the forest, where the center ranks are at.

Where Levi was at.

Your horse followed the dirt trail as you eyed the ground beneath you. Countless removed limbs from the deceased were tossed around like toys. The once dried up blood was becoming wet once more from the rainfall. Headless bodies were sprawled on the floor, some in rather weird positions, or some in peaceful layouts as they said their final goodbyes to the world.

“She lost her brother a month ago,” you whispered breathlessly as you passed by a young soldier, a female who was laying down by the river. Blood was smeared across her face. Her brother was a part of your squad, and like you said, he was eaten by the titans.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?!”

Your head snapped in the direction of a familiar voice. Your eyes trained ahead on a small figure, resting on a tree branch as the titan they had just fought, fell to the ground.

Levi panted softly as he wiped the blood off of his face with the back of his head. The steam began to emit as the redness began to fade away. Seeing you here was a total shock for him. Hadn’t you received his orders?

“You’re going to get yourself killed!”

“I’m fine Levi!” you yelled as you zipped up to a tree across from him. Multiple titans were running this way, but Squad Levi was handling it. Miche was nowhere to be seen, he was usually the nose of the team, the spotter of the Survey Corps. “Why don’t you trust me?!”

“I do trust you!”

“Then why wouldn’t you let me come?!”

Levi opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. His eyes flickered between your eyes and body language. Your hands were shaking, the blades in your hands weren’t steady as they normally were.

The look in your eyes was far from normal. They had an animalistic glint to them. He noticed the way your jaw tensed up as you awaited his answer.

This wasn’t looking good.

The words you told Levi, two weeks prior to the mission, was all he could think about. The information that you stated about your dreams and nonsense about dying was enough to shake him up inside. He was definitely concerned and wanted to keep you as safe as possible.

Speaking with Commander Erwin on this topic was downright useless. The blond did not change his plans, even though he felt pity for the short captain. He couldn’t switch up the formation and risk everyone's life for one person. It was positioned that way for one reason only; to take back their freedom.

How did this happen?

Why did it happen?

How could you be standing there perfectly fine, and now chaos ensues?

How.

It was too fast, faster than Levi could ever expect. A large abnormal, no signals from the squads up ahead even warned the two of you. The titan ran forward and dove across, reaching a hand and snatched you with its hand. A terrified scream rang throughout the area as the sounds of birds crying from above flew away.

A bird that you envied.

With its creepy smile and beady eyes, the titan stood up slowly and stared down at you with a look that only a predator would give its prey. The vice like grip around your body began to slowly tighten with each millisecond. A cry of pain slipped past your precious lips as an audible crack was heard, the sound of your ribs breaking under your skin.

Your small arms raised up the blades as you tried slashing at the heated and bruised skin. Anything would be better. Just something.

“Levi help me! Please! Save me!” You screamed as you stared at the man with terror. This wasn’t the look you always wore. You had the look of a confident soldier. A soldier who was ready to risk their life for the cause.

It’s happening.

Why wasn’t he moving?

His worst nightmare was happening right in front of his eyes. His dreams that were past memories, the most terrifying dream of them all, was becoming reality. And there was nothing he could do.

His feet moved on their own as he jumped off of the branch, his hooks piercing the gruesome beast. His blades were ready as he neared the creature.

Time seemed to be too slow.

The sharp disgusting teeth of the Titan dug into your side, biting a chunk off. Your blades fell out of your hands and landed on the floor. Your nails dug into the skin as you cried for mercy, begging Levi to hurry up, begging him to do anything.

The weapons of his struck the nape, perfectly slicing it off with a scream. The titan’s eyes rolled back into its head before falling to its knees. The game of the monster loosen its grip on you, your frail and bleeding body falling out of its hand and landing on the floor like a rag doll.

Harsh pants of air slipped past his quivering lips as he watched the red from inside of your body, pour out. There was no chance in saving you. You were a goner.

“Levi..why did you let me die..?” you meekly asked, looking forward up at the sky.

His eyes widened when he looked down at you, falling to his knees. You didn’t say that, his mind was playing tricks on him. His dream was slowly making its way into his subconscious and making him think that it was real.

“You let me die, Levi. Now you’re all alone,” you repeated, turning your head to face him. “Why Levi? I thought you loved me? I loved you...”

“I do love you,” he pleaded as he grabbed your fragile hand. “Why would you think otherwise?!”

“W-What?” You choked out, spitting up blood. Your eyes were getting heavier by the second, but you fought against the urge to close them. “I don’t think otherwise, Levi..I know you love me.”

He was losing himself. He began to panic as the warmth of the blood began to puddle underneath you and seep into the grass. His hair began to stick to his forehead from the rain. The droplets of water landed on your face as it began to rain harder. A smile overtook your face as you looked over at him. “Levi..”

“Thank you, Levi.”

“No no don’t say that!” he yelled suddenly as he hung his head, gripping onto your hand and bringing it closer to his face. The body heat you produced was slowly slipping away, the cliff called life, you held on for a few seconds longer, giving anything to get back on top of it. Instead, it was getting harder and harder to stay aboard.

“You’re going to survive dammit! That’s an order, do you hear me?! Survive!”

“Do you remember how I dreamt about being a bird?” you asked softly, your vision getting blurry as every second passed. “I think..I could become one now..”

“No you won’t become a bird because you’re going to survive! Remember our tea shop? You told me you would open one with me.”

A weak laugh passed your lips as you stared up at the grey sky before averting your gaze to Levi’s terrified look. “Cheer up...yeah?”

“How am I supposed to cheer up when you’re dying?” he asked, his voice cracking as he rubbed his cheek against the back of your hand. “You’re leaving me like everyone else has..like my mom, Isabel, Farlan..and now you.”

“You’re a fool if you think I’ll ever leave you,” you coughed harshly, the blood splattering on his once white cravat. “Here, always.” you shaikly raised a finger and poked at his chest, where his heart would be. “We’ll all be watching you L-Levi..”

“Y/N..”

“I love you, Levi. Make sure to name a drink after me..”

A shaky breath escaped his lips when your pupils enlarged, and a dull look grew in your orbs. Your chest stopped moving up and down shaikly as he heard your last breath, and your last words being his name. You left with a smile. Your lips were curled in a heartbreaking smile, the last tears fell from your eyes as your eyelashes stayed damp from the rain. The blood never stopped, only seemed to come out faster. A lineage of blood trailed from the corner of your mouth, running down the side of your face. Your hair damp and soaked up with blood, the baby strands clinging onto your forehead. There was a scar by your eye, you must have accidentally caught yourself with your blades.

The lump in his throat began to get bigger as he sniffled letting his head fall backwards as he let out an ear shattering scream of agony. His hands gripped the brown straps of his uniform as his throat vibrated from the trauma it was currently going through. The blood your body has shed, was now on his hands. Figuratively and literally. The lineage felt slippery between his cold fingers. It felt foregin.

Kuchel Ackerman, his mother who had left him behind in this world to let him fend for himself. The first person who showed him love and kindness, said goodbye in the sweetest way that he would never forget.

Isabel Magnolia and Farlan Church, his first and only close friends at the time. The trio of criminals living their life carefree underground before the Scouts came and had no choice but to join the regime. Turning his back to them for a second, got them killed. If only he were there faster, they would have been here.

Y/N Y/LN. His lover. The one that was there to support him through day and night. The one who reassured him that nothing would ever happen to the pair. The one he day dreamed about spending his days with. The one who went out of their way to do things for him, big or small. The one who loved him.

The one who called out his name.

Was now joining the three most important people that were in his life. Those that swore to be there no matter what.

His eyes fluttered open as he stared up at the sky. The rain had stopped as the clouds began to fade away. The harsh light of the sun peeked out from its restraints, the soft yellow lighting up the field. His tears began to dry up as the sun illuminated light, downwards to where he had been sitting and the dead body beside him.

The noise of a bird tweeting caught his attention as he moved his head, staring to the side. Not far from where he was at, a blue bird was sitting on a branch. It ruffled its feathers as it made eye contact with him, tilting its head to the side before flapping its wings and flying away.

“You damn brat..a fucking bird,” he whispered and stared down at your body. He shaikly reached over and pressed his palm against your eyes, silently shutting your eyes, leaving you at rest.

He let out a shaky sigh and stared down at his lap. His white pants had become a dark red. He felt sick to his stomach as a silent tear traced down his pale face.

“I let you die.. I’m sorry Y/N. I failed you,” he whispered and fell forward, on his hands and knees as he squeezed his eyes shut, opening his mouth for open sobs to release. He could no longer conceal the pain he felt inside. His head shook as the liquid of tears emerged from his eyes, the droplets falling and hitting the ground.

No matter how many times he could come to terms with your death, it would never subside the pain of not being enough, not being strong enough to save you.

Your words before leaving this earth rang in his head, playing like a song or the words of a preacher. The shaky tone outline with gentleness was more overwhelming than he could ever imagine. Your smile kept taunting his mind when he completely shut off the world with his eyes.

How could you have been okay with leaving?

“Why did you leave me?” he questioned softly, his shoulders becoming heavy with grief and despair. “Why couldn’t you have called my name faster..? Why didn’t I hear it fast enough..?”

“Levi..you didn’t let me die..”

The words you last spoken would forever pierce his heart, in a horrible but bittersweet way. The short man that was full of determination and ambition, was beaten to the pulp by the monsters that took away his life, that took away his power. Levi Ackerman, would never be the same as he was when he first met you. Weakness and tears were not for display.

The traumatized soldier cried for his lover, hours upon hours on end. His cries would be heard at night, for everyone to hear how vulnerable their heroic Captain was.

I’m crying. Missing my lover, I don’t have the power on my side forever. Oh, where is my lover? And I have no power, I’m standing alone. No way, Calling Out Your Name.

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writeyouin · 5 years ago

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May I then request female reader with TFP Megatron? He was fighting with Optimus (as usual), noticed the Autobots human allies and ordered Vehicons to destroy the pests. Fast movement caught his eye and with utter disbelief, he saw a new human ally shooting his men down with a miniature Energon gun and doing athletic maneuvers to dodge them and her beauty and ferocity smitten him. After defeat, he has Sounderwave look her up and decides to convince her to join their side and become his.

Megatron X Reader - Powerful

A/N – Now that I am safe in my den, I can proofread this.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

“Ughhhh,” Miko groaned dramatically, much to Bulkhead’s chagrin. “Come on Bulk, it’s not fair. Why can’t I go?”

“Miko,” Bulkhead said warningly, not that it had much effect.

“It’s only a recovery mission. You’ll never even know I’m there.”

“We both know that’s not true.”

Miko clasped her hands together, “Please.”

Bulkhead turned to you, seeing that you were checking the computer console for Decepticon activity, “Uh (Y/N), a little help here?”

You sighed, wondering why you were stuck explaining your mission to Miko again. On one hand, she was right, it was a simple recovery mission. A Unit E surveillance drone that had been sent to monitor Decepticon activity had went offline in the middle of the Grand Canyon. All you had to do was recover the drone, repair it, and see what it had found before it went offline. However, on the other hand, you were sure it was a trap. A drone that expensive shouldn’t ever have crashed out of the blue; you had a sneaking suspicion that Laserbeak had something to do with the drone’s ‘malfunction.’ That was why you were taking an army truck and Optimus, Bulkhead, Bumblebee and Arcee would be escorting you. Should you be ambushed in the Canyon, you would be prepared.

You pinched the bridge of your nose exasperatedly, “Miko, we’ve been through this. When I’m not here, you are free to join whatever mission the bots will let you in on, but this is a Unit E mission. It will be my ass on the line if Fowler catches you out there.”

“What? Fowler’s coming? No fair.” Miko whined.

“Fair or not, he’s my boss. Sorry Miko, you can’t go this time.”

You went back to monitoring the computer, mapping out the route that would be taken to get to the drone. Another thing that bothered you about this job was that the ground bridge had recently started malfunctioning and couldn’t drop you off at the drone’s exact coordinates. You chewed the inside of your cheek; the mission hadn’t even started yet and it was already going wrong.

While you pondered the route to your goal, Miko was already concocting her own plan. Once she was away from Bulkhead, she planned on grabbing a blanket and sneaking into the back of your cargo truck; it was so simple that she wondered why she hadn’t thought of it sooner.

You glared at the rocky surroundings of the Grand Canyon, cursing that the drone had crashed right in the middle of it rather than somewhere more defendable. While Fowler drove the truck towards the drone, you surveyed the rocky outcrops that surrounded you.

“Give it a rest, (L/N),” Fowler said amiably, for once in a good mood since the mission was an easy one thus far. “We’ve only got to drive a little further and then we’re done. Easy as pie.”

You didn’t reply to the statement, instead asking Fowler a question, “Permission to end radio silence, Sir?”

“Permission granted.”

You nodded your thanks and commed the Autobots who were driving in formation around you to protect whatever was on the drone. “Everything clear, Optimus?”

“So far, Agent (L/N), however I have Ratchet running scans from the base as we speak.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

“You are welcome, Agent.”

Listening to you converse with Optimus from her position under a tarp in the back, Miko rolled her eyes, wondering why she’d even bothered to sneak aboard in the first place; this mission was a big dull dud. If only there had been a way to sneak into Bulkhead without him noticing; then she might have picked up some decent conversation at the very least.

In her head, she started a prayer to the only God that mattered; Jimi Hendrix, the God of rock. ‘Oh, Lizard King, great guitarist of Legend, please, for the love of your greatest fan Miko, make this mission more interesting, so I don’t die of boredom. Seriously dude! If I die of boredom before I’m the new God of ROCK, I will not be happy.’

After her impromptu prayer, Miko waited. Then she rolled her eyes when nothing happened. She tried again, mainly to give herself something to do. ‘Alright, so the Lizard King didn’t work… Guess I’ll have to go straight to the source of all the best music. Hey Freddie Mercury, it’s your gal, Miko. You didn’t like boredom either, so if you could do me a solid and-’

Miko was interrupted by the sound of screeching tyres. She lurched forward as the Land Rover came to an emergency stop. Something was finally happening and judging by the sound of Cybertronians transforming, and metal hitting metal, it was sure to be exciting.

‘All hail the QUEEN!’ Miko thought gleefully.

Forgetting any semblance of cover, she jumped out of the boot, eager to see what was going on. It was another trap, set by the Decepticons. Megatron, for once forgetting his usual flair for speeches had leapt down from the Canyon’s edge to battle with Optimus, who had clearly taken a bad hit.

Having not yet seen Miko, you breathed a sigh of relief once you were sure Optimus was okay and that he was going to fight back. Megatron was joined by a horde of Vehicons as well as Starscream and Soundwave. The rest of the Autobots transformed into bot mode, putting into play one of their battle strategies for such an occasion. Fowler was about to floor it, as was the plan; Optimus had made the two of you promise that you would leave should a battle occur, so the Autobots wouldn’t be distracted trying to protect you.

“STOP!” You screamed at him, grabbing his arm so he couldn’t put the truck into gear.

“AGENT!” Fowler bellowed back. “WHAT IN HELL DO YOU THINK-”

“Miko,” You pointed out the window. “She’s here!”

“Damn it!” Taking command of the situation, Fowler nodded towards the storage compartment on the passenger side, “Energon pistol there. Rescue that girl, Agent.”

You didn’t have to be told twice; this was exactly the kind of situation you had trained for. While Fowler was good at management, you were his top field agent, which was why he had introduced you to the Autobots in the first place. You grabbed your gun while Fowler drove away, employing evasive manoeuvres so the truck wouldn’t be destroyed; if it was, there would be no way to get Miko back to the base, should the Autobots fail.

You prayed that nobody would notice Miko; although you were fully prepared to fight a bot ten times your size to save her, you would rather get her out of any danger before the Decepticons took advantage of her human frailness. Unfortunately, your hope was dashed as Soundwave spotted Miko from his position above the canyon. It was rare he came on missions but Megatron had demanded his presence to record the demise of the accursed Autobots. Seeing you chasing aster Miko, he sent out Laserbeak.

“Laserbeak, capture the young organic.”

Eager to follow his master’s orders, Laserbeak swooped down into the fray, dodging and weaving between the warring Cybertronians.

“Soundwave, report,” Megatron commanded through his comm-link upon seeing Laserbeak flying behind Optimus.

“Yes, Lord Megatron,” Soundwave replied dutifully. “Laserbeak is to apprehend the Autobots’ organic allies.”

Megatron blocked a punch from Optimus, countering with one of his own. For the few seconds he was free from the fighting, he saw the pest that often travelled with the oaf, Bulkhead, being pursued by another human who he had never seen until today.

He growled, taking advantage of the situation to distract the Autobots, “SOUNDWAVE, DON’T WASTE TIME WITH THE HUMANS. RECALL LASERBEAK, NOW. VEHICONS, DESTROY THE HUMAN PESTS!”

Optimus’ optics widened in shock and he spun around to look at you. He reached out desperately, whispering a muted, “No.”

Using the distraction as an opening, Megatron leapt onto Optimus’ back and the two grappled with renewed vigour; Megatron eager to finally rid himself of his enemy, and Optimus struggling desperately to preserve all organic life, and his own.

“Bulkhead,” Miko cried, suddenly aware of the danger she was in now that six Vehicons were surrounding her, weapons raised.

Bulkhead roared angrily, and jumped in front of her. The Vehicons converged on him, and though he was fighting with all his might, he could not possibly last long against all of them. Avoiding a Vehicon on your own trail, you began shooting, never missing a target, which wasn’t much of an achievement, considering the Decepticons’ massive size. A normal pistol wouldn’t have done any good, but yours wasn’t any ordinary pistol; the weapon had been designed by the Autobots using a slither of their energon supplies. You were only ever supposed to use it in an emergency, since any more ammunition would cost your comrades more precious energon, so this was the first time you had used it, and it certainly packed one hell of a punch.

You almost went down from the recoil alone, though you soon got the hang of it. Employing years of training, you kept shooting until Bulkhead was free and the Vehicons attacking him weren’t getting up. There was no time for gratitude as the battle raged on, and you quickly realised that you were in this till the end.

With more Vehicons pursuing you, you had no choice but to keep moving, taking shots whenever you could.

Optimus managed to kick Megatron off him, though he had little time to follow up, needing a few more seconds to recover from Megatron’s ferocious beating. Megatron was about to finish off Optimus when one of his own soldiers fell on top of him. He was going to kill the fool for incompetence alone, until he noticed that the bot was already dead, a burning hole leaking energon close to where his spark was.

Megatron scanned the battlefield, wondering what had caused such a violent death, and then he saw you for a second time. Although he knew he should have crushed you where you stood while you were unaware of him lurking behind you, he simply couldn’t. He was fascinated by the way you moved. Throughout his long life, Megatron had seen the very best of Cybertronian fighters; he had never seen an organic of any form fight so effectively, especially against a Cybertronian.

Megatron wondered if you were afraid. If you were, you never hesitated to think about it, throwing yourself into the heart of the fight to protect the youngling Miko, who had foolishly run the wrong way. Your hair was plastered messily to your scalp, held in place by sweat and energon. Did you even know you were bleeding from your right thigh? Megatron doubted it; he had heard rumours that human adrenalin made the squishy organics forget their pain temporarily.

Unable to help himself, Megatron reached out for you. Afraid he was planning to kill you, Optimus pulled Megatron’s arm back, stretching it as far back as it would go, until the cables were taut and Megatron was grunting from the pain.

“(Y/N), RUN!” Optimus called to you, and you looked over to him. Instead of running, you snarled, aiming your pistol straight at Megatron’s spark while he was restrained. You pulled the trigger, but nothing happened; the pistol had finally run out of ammo.

Megatron broke free of Optimus’ restraint, then pretended to look around at his fallen soldiers, trying to find a reason to leave. You and the Autobots had taken out enough Decepticons for him to call a retreat. He would normally stay and fight till he was down to his last few bots, but if the fighting went on, he was afraid you might be killed, and you were far too valuable an asset to lose, even if you were an Autobot asset.

“This isn’t over Prime,” Megatron growled. “Decepticons, leave the fallen and retreat.”

His soldiers looked at him questioningly, but complied with his orders, afraid to receive a trip to Megatron’s worst torture devices if they didn’t. Not even Starscream dared argue with Megatron’s odd behaviour in case he put him to work with that brute Predaking again.

You looked around to the Autobots, checking they were alright. When you were sure they were, you glared at Miko.

She shrugged her shoulders awkwardly, “Heh… Guess we won this time?”

“Get in the car Miko, now.”

Miko’s shoulders slumped and she made her way over to Fowler, who had successfully kept the truck safe. Normally, she would have asked to ride with Bulkhead, but quite frankly, he looked disappointed in her too, and she didn’t want a lecture from him of all people; so much for an adventure, instead she had only caused more trouble than she was worth.

Once Miko was safe on her way to the ground bridge with Fowler, you approached Optimus who transformed, opening his truck door so the two of you could talk in private. Megatron’s behaviour was unsettling at best and the two of you would have to talk for quite some time about what might have caused it.

In his hab-suite aboard the Nemesis, Megatron sat in a chair, resting his servo over his spark. When he was retrained, you didn’t even hesitate about shooting him; it was glorious. Megatron found it ironic that you hadn’t managed to shoot his spark, yet you had still captured it all the same.

The second he had returned to the Nemesis he had sent Soundwave on a mission to locate you and bring you to him. All Megatron needed now was a way to turn your vivacious ferocity onto his enemies. Well, he had spent many a year using Deception to get what he wanted; he would most certainly use it again to make you his.

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doomedandstoned · 3 years ago

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A Rendezvous with Moscow Doomers Train To Elsewhere

~By Sound Animal~

Photographs by Makhmud Podzhigay

This is a momentous occasion for people around the world who appreciate Stoner Doom Metal and its hybrid forms. The Russian Train to Elsewhere has been solid all along. Then, on May 21, 2021, they played live at Peak Sound Endless Misery Doom Fest, revealing their new lineup to the public. And it’s absolutely astonishing.

On June 9th they released the audio as a bootleg. Lead guitarist Maria K. "Gerard" integral to the band all along, now debuts the recording of her vocals, which intertwine with the lead vocalist, Anna Utopian, who also plays keyboards and stepped in to replace the previous vocalist. On drums we have M'aiq the Liar, Olga on the rhythm guitar that keeps me going and going with this band, and on bass, Anton "Vargtimmen" Bryukov. Their previous singer, Denis Generalov, is no longer with the band. We’ll miss him and always appreciate his massive contribution to the previous demo and album. I’m glad to see that in the wake of his moving onward, the band didn’t falter. In fact, this new era of Train to Elsewhere is electrifying.

Live at Peak Sound (Official Bootleg) by Train to Elsewhere

Their sound is hypnotic and contemplatively atmospheric. The excellent drums are pared down to the essentials, as the best Doom drums are. The slow lullaby groove takes us into the imaginative liminal world of Nod as if we’re on a sleeper car bumping over the metal tracks, hypnagogic images combining the forest landscape outside the window with the mind inside. They play everything at a slow, minimalistic, heavy pace, never giving into the egotistical show of shredding to demonstrate just how fast they can play meaningless notes. No, conversely, every note matters.

Anna Utopian’s expressive vocals are consistently strong and delicious, beautifully doing justice to the intense lyrics while she creates Eastern atmospherics on the keyboards. Rarely does any Metal band have so much female representation within it. All the women in this band come across as authentic, being purely themselves as much as the men are, which can be a challenging project, considering the objectified roles they are so regularly expected to play on stage in that particular genre. There are no distracting displays here.

This ability to be genuine is not surprising with this low-key band, though, as they are not about surface level of life. Instead, the music provokes profound speculations and nuanced states of consciousness. It was Anton’s articulate brilliance in interviews that first locked me into their work.

When Maria sings, I stop moving completely. Until she’s done. Only utter stillness will allow the cilia in my ears to vibrate with the kind of desperate attention they require when encountering my favorite female vocalist. I wasn’t expecting that. No one told me. But I’m telling you, Stoner Doom fans. You must listen to this band that has something to say, and you must prepare yourself for Maria’s one of a kind voice. Words don’t do it justice. It’s the low beneath low. Her throat allows everything through, not just part of the frequency of life. All of it. The inflections indicate so much nobility in the depths of life that surely no one could take living for granted again.

First, I’d like to ask about that slow groove that’s consistent through the songs. I’m curious how the different band members feel that movement within their bodies. As a loop circulating through the body, a sway side-to-side (like bumping over train tracks underneath), a sleepwalking headbang, a standing spiral? Perhaps the way they feel the groove move through their bodies changes song to song.

Maria: We’ve never rehearsed our on-stage choreography or something like that. It comes naturally from our perception of the music. I can say, I like the heavy, powerful low-tune sound of traditional Doom. I like the sound of our guitars, amplified and enhanced with stage gear, going through bodies of musicians and audience. I think the sound should fill all the possible space it can, changing it in its special way.

Anton: For our band it’s very individual, some of us stay more or less still, others move to the music, whichever is more comfortable. It’s an interesting question because movement to music and dance is a very early part of human culture in a way it’s ritualistic. Although we never rehearsed stage movement it’s interesting to see the connection with the audience in that light. It’s great when some people dance to our music and move to it.

Anna: Generally, when I’m playing on stage or rehearsing at the studio, I feel some kind of special energy coming through my body. Especially when I sing. I begin to feel very inspired and optimistic about everything around me. I don’t really rehearse my on-stage choreography; I just have some clear ideas about what I have to do on some of our songs. So most of the time I just improvise my on-stage movements. Also I enjoy having that special connection with the audience, it’s an unforgettable experience, especially, when you’re playing on stage and see the people dancing to your songs and even starting to sing any of your songs that you’re playing. That’s when the magic happens for me.

Olga: I felt this only after I became part of the band – the feeling of the unified space with a group of people. When I listen to our music I can almost see how our melodies combine with each other, winding and supporting each other. Seems like their directions and weight are not less material than stage equipment. And our bodies move with the space movement. In this context I like “The Path” most of all – it resonated with me first and still makes me sway to its rhythm emerging in my subconscious in everyday life. I like both versions of it – with Denis and with Anna on vocals, which feel very different.

I love that about the unified space and the melodies themselves playing a tangible role within it. And the rhythm arising from the subconscious. And Anna feels energy coming through her – I feel a tangible effect from that! What scales are you most fond of? Is that part of the particular Folk element of your Doom that creates that tonality? Are there any folk melodies that influence any of the songs? In what ways does your location influence you?

Maria: I’m fond of northern folk, especially Finno-Ugric music, also I try to look at our music from different dimensions, adding Eastern tonality (Arabic, Turkish, Jewish music), as well as blues riffs, chromatic and classical minor scales, influences from Southern and Eastern European folk tradition… Our “Nortern Summer” is a reminiscence to native Karelian folk tunes, and “Mothir” is our adaptation of Icelandic folk song.

Anton: The idea of our project was to express through the language of Traditional Doom some of our folk influences. Yet we are not a folk band in a traditional sense of the word; we try to incorporate those melodies a bit more delicately, but they are very important.

As for the location it has a great influence on us from the vast forests to the existential gloomy culture and literature, we are shaped by this as musicians. As for Finnish folk it is an important part of our culture which sometimes flies under the radar when people are talking about Russia. For instance, Russian poets of the XIXth century with their gloomy and even Gnostic outlook on existence are a big influence for the Russian language texts of our first album.

Anna: I feel inspired by nature. I like spending some time in the forest. In terms of music, I usually prefer songs in minor scales; I like songs that sound not so depressing, but emotional. For example, I like adding some French coldwave sound to our music, as well as some blues rock.

Olga: Here I agree with Anton. The country’s history defined the distinct visual component of our surroundings, inspired by the folklore ideas and concepts we faced from early childhood, it nurtured in our minds the tendency to reflect and the idea of complicated intricacy of life, even its wholeness in imperfection. Maria shapes those images in multilayered sincerity, bringing the ideas into reality.

Samhain by Train to Elsewhere

What is the composition and arranging like for these songs? Do they ever arise from improv jams? Is it mostly one person’s vision per tune? Do the words or riffs tend to come first? Are you most interested in getting across specific meaning through the lyrics or in something else, like creating a subtle mood that goes beyond words?

Maria: Most music comes from improvisations and jams. Sometimes it happens that I bring raw material – several riffs and text – and we try to combine them into a song and repeat it till it seems ready. Also, we have some texts and some jam records that could fit together – so, why not make a song out of them. The needed mood appears when the song is almost ready and we try to play it slower or heavier or faster, add keyboards and guitar solo elements – that comes out of practice.

Anton: My personal contribution is mostly the bass parts in terms of composition, that’s all I do. But sometimes I can advise the band to play slower and heavier, as well as bring in some references from the underground doom scene. Also, I write some of the English-language lyrics like our title track from the debut album Samhain, which has been influenced by folk horror films like The Wickerman (1973) and British classical poetry.

Olga: Most of all I value the moment when the composition is almost finished, when the main direction is defined, but the result can be changed in unexpected ways with new fragments. Then the experiments begin, making us closer to realization of the plot, and I like the way each of us adds his sound to the final feel of the composition and atmosphere.

I like that you call it a plot. Stories really do arise from the subtle nuances within the music itself, whether there are lyrics or not. What emotional process would you hope listeners go through with these paganism-referencing songs? Is there something subconscious about the ancient primal archetypes that can serve people even if they don’t think about those mythologies in their ordinary lives?

Maria: Every song has its own references, atmosphere and path to lead the listener through. Of course, when the full song structure appears in your head, it’s a powerful inspirational impulse.

Anton: I would like to add that myths are powerful archetypes in our subconscious. We like to work with that because the modern world is not concerned with authentic myth and we want to help the listeners experience them. Of course, the interpretation of the myth is psychologically different for every individual but there are important patterns.

For example, facing death and mortality has been approached differently in different cultures. And aesthetically the pagan myth is very poetic and it fascinates me. The main themes of the lyrics are the recognition of one's mortality and different aspects of death -- on "The Path," mystical dark field of pre-Christian pagan tradition in "Samhain" and "Mothir," Gnosticism in "Ashes," omens and symbolism in "Silent Guard," romanticism in "Where you live," and pagan beauty of nature in "Northern Summer." The title track "Samhain" was inspired by a cult folk horror film The Wicker Man (1973) while also referencing the original pagan roots of Halloween -- Samhain.

Olga: The concept of mythology and paganism is the great mirror for the human soul, referring to times, when there were fewer concrete facts and the whole world consisted of trembling windings of human fears and desires.

“Trembling winding of human fears and desires.” I love that. Back before we could fact check everything in a search engine, reality was more amorphous, full of outrageous possibilities, eccentric cutting-edge experiments. Would you like to tell us about Sigil of Time? Is there a mentally different approach to folk music in that one? Some of you are able to participate in that band. Does it feel like a new compartment of the self opening up, like a new realm of a room that you can inhabit? How is that room decorated differently than the room in which Train to Elsewhere sleeps and dreams?

Maria: First material was recorded about ten years ago as my solo project, then we collaborated with Anton for a rather long time – but never released it till spring 2020. In this project I can release my vision that cannot be expressed with a heavy band. Usually, I create meditative multi-instrumentalist soundscapes in a much more intuitive way; most of them are instrumentals or vocals that don't carry any lyrics. Often the recordings wait for some time to be reviewed and even corrected a bit before releasing. Anton records a bass line and manages different synthetic and noise parts. To talk about the room: it’s for chamber music and solitary thoughts.

Anton: Sigil of Time was mostly our experiments with post-industrial dark ambient and dark folk music as well as some field recordings. We didn’t plan to release it to the public but our label Kryrart Records encouraged us to share our music with the world. It’s more of an abstract stream of consciousness inspired by dreams and visions but some lyrics and melodies which ended up in Train to Elsewhere were first composed for Sigil of Time so the two are interconnected.

What were the mechanical methods you used to get the post-industrial effects? That’s intriguing: I’d be curious to hear about any specific dream or vision that inspired a song.

Maria: Sigil of Time is mostly based on acoustic instruments (especially guitars), as we could mention earlier. We use it for recording guitar pedals and post-production with different kinds of distortion and delay, octavers and reversed echoes, also adding such things as different samples, raw analog synthesizer sound… In different periods of time Sigil had a tendency to explore various sources, while anthologies unite tracks from earlier times.

Usually, a song starts from the feeling of total clarity, when the idea of lyrics meets the image of musical sketch, giving a whole plan of what to do. It changes several times while recording, usually each part is improvisation, keeping only several repeating moments. Mixing inserts its corrections, and when the song is almost ready, I leave it for several days, returning to it later with minimal changes.

Anton: As for Train to Elsewhere we use techniques common for recording traditional doom metal. Maybe one thing that sets us apart is that we use the sounds of the amps and their built-in distortion power rather than custom distortion pedals for pedal boards. We want to capture a primal raw sound of early rock and metal. About dreams – before writing the lyrics to Samhain I saw a dream in which I was in a vast endless autumn forest as far as I could see. The forest seemed very old, even ancient; later the dream inspired me to write the lyrics to Samhain.

We would like to thank you for these wonderful interesting questions, it was great answering them. We’re very glad and honored you enjoyed our music so much.

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Diamond Light [ Eye Contact ]

Preface: Diamond Light is a non-linear series of stories based around my OC Himari Furuya and her relationship with Tamaki Amajiki or Suneater.

TW: Chapters may contain Rated M [18+] content, such as graphic sexual content, canon typical violence and gore, body horror and explicit language.

Chapter Summary: After earning her hero's provisional license, Himari Furuya got accepted to join Fat Gum's Agency where she began working alongside a shy chimera.

The first week was always the most stressful she had heard others say when they began their work programs. Himari had to admit there was a shred of truth in that as there was a part of her that was nervous when she joined Fat Gum’s agency. Perhaps, it was because she didn’t feel qualified enough to handle patrols like this and stood out like a sore thumb.

Yet, that night, she put on her gear with no intention of backing out. Despite his initial uncertainty, Fat Gum had thrown her a bone curious to see what she was capable of and she was not about to take that act of kindness for granted. She earned her provisional license for a reason after all.

Now she was perched on top of the sky railing getting an aerial view of the city. A cool breeze pushed at her as she leapt, her cape lifted allowing her to temporarily glide with the wind’s current, till she teleported to the condominium across the highway.

Her feet landed smoothly against the cement barely skidding against the surface. One thing that she liked about her quirk was that it allowed her to be light on her feet, soundless to the average listener.

A bit of static entered her ears from her wireless headset. “How’s it looking up there, Wraith?” She heard Fat inquire on the other line.

“Not much to report aside from a few jaywalkers.” She answered, peering down below. Her team was on the ground carrying out their patrol on the streets. It was only her, Fat Gum, and Suneater – a dark-haired boy she had come to recognize passing through the halls of UA. He had a countenance that screamed to intimidate, but once she was in close quarters with him, it was easy to say that looks were deceiving.

Not much different than herself.

“Sounds good, keep me posted if you see anything ─ OH and don’t go too far ahead!” He added at the end. “Can barely see you up there as it is.”

She laughed softly. “No worries, I’ll stay close.”

At that, she sprang forward, making her way to the next rooftop. As she soared through the air, she quietly admired the city lights under her while maintaining a watchful eye; even through the dark shield of her visor, their brightness was still extraordinary.

Feeling the tug of gravity begin to pull her down, she prepared to teleport again when something cut through the air. She swung her body around sharply, warping to the closest platform. She settled on the ledge of an apartment balcony and quickly moved behind the nearest pillar where the slugs made impact with concrete while more came whizzing by.

Quickly, she spoke into her headset. “Fat, there’s gunshots coming from the parking garage. I just had a couple stray bullets fly by me.” She peeked out, looking across the road. “─I think it’s coming from the sixth floor. I’m going to check it out.”

It didn’t take long before her mentor spoke up. “Tch, should have known the quiet wouldn’t last long. I’m sending Suneater your way right now ─I’ll be following close behind.”

“Be careful, they’re using a silencer.”

“Roger that.”

Silent as a mouse, she backtracked to the condominium over to the top of the attached parking garage.

As she was about to teleport to the next floor, an explosive thunder shook the ground beneath Himari, making her almost lose her footing. When the floor began to cave beneath her, she immediately took off. Clouds of smoke began rolling into the air as she descended to the lower level.

So much for the silencer…

The second she arrived on the scene, another bomb had been detonated. The shocks sent her skating back across the pavement in the direction she came. Smoke clouded her view, making it difficult to determine the situation, but if she had to guess, it was a turf war.

Based on the increasing debris, Himari decided that the best course of action would be to distract them to prevent further damage. She had to contemplate a way to intervene without throwing herself into a sea of bullets or worse, an explosion.

As the smoke began to lift, she saw her opportunity when a man of a hulking stature picked up a compact car. His bulging muscles flexed as he clenched down on the metal, making the material cave in like an aluminum can. He twisted his torso, yelling as he prepared to fling the vehicle at the rival group.

As he released it into the air, his grisly expression slowly morphed into one of confusion when the vehicle suddenly vanished. A loud crash caught his attention, whirling around to see the car now skidding to the other side of the room. His comrades seemed just as puzzled as he was by the strange phenomenon.

When she made her advance, the muscular man’s brows knitted together in annoyance. “Great, fucking heroes showed up.”

Predicting that more heroes would arrive, the two groups began to scatter. Before they could all escape, Himari teleported after them, blocking their exit to the stairwell with one of the cars that had been thrown in the explosion. The muscular man turned to her gritting his teeth in agitation.

“Got some telekinesis quirk or somethin’ kid?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

He scoffed.

“Kids like you should really mind your own damn business!” Following that statement, he raised one of his enormous arms and made a swing at her. The young hero dodged his fist, teleporting above his eye level and gave him a swift side kick to the jaw.

His comrades tried to gang up on her, attempting to seize her from the air. One of them projected his arms with his long fingers wrapping around her waist like grappling hooks. There was a twisted smile on his pointed face as he clamped down on her abdomen.

She managed to vanish before he could yank her down only to appear behind the muscular man. When he was about to turn, she grabbed ahold of the back of his shirt and teleported them both into the air. As they stood suspended in midair, she landed another solid kick to his lower back.

The impact made him drop to the ground like a ton of bricks, barreling across the floor into his accomplices. They slammed into a nearby wall, groaning in pain. The muscular man gritted his teeth as he struggled to his feet, looking straight at her with fire in his eyes.

“Some hero you are! Did they teach you to attack first before asking questions?”

“In case you forgot, you attacked me first buddy.”

“Man, I really don’t wanna kill a little girl, but if you keep getting in our way…” The man with bladed arms cracked his knuckles making the jagged knives extend further with more protruding from his back, making him look like a puffer fish.

“Aim for the helmet.” The muscular one barked. “I saw something flash when she jumped me.”

“Gotcha.”

Without further warning, he rolled his neck and shoulders making his bones snap, sending waves of razorblades at her. The razors were coming at all directions small, thin, and difficult for her to see. It made it near impossible for her to evade them all. She could feel them nick and tear at her flesh even when she teleported to take cover.

“Don’t think you’ll get away this time girly!” The bladed assailant shouted. “There’s plenty more where that came from!”

As more razors rained down, she decided to change her strategy and concentrate on the oncoming attack. Don’t flinch, don’t flinch… Sweat beaded on her forehead trying to maintain her focus without recoiling. To her luck, they disappeared from above.

With the blades under her control, she directed them to the wall where they wedged into the cement.

“Ah shit!” One of the men yelled.

When Himari rose from behind the vehicle, she saw Suneater had made his entrance. He had three men captured in his tentacle grasp, including the man with the bladed arms. He was struggling against his hold, eyes practically bulging from his head. His quirk must have been drained unable to cut free from the restraints.

“Bastard!” The muscular man roared puffing out his chest. His veins were twitching through his skin as he wrenched his massive body around trying to break free.

“You got some fighting spirit I’ll give you that.” Suneater replied lowly. “Too bad you don’t put that strength to better use.”

Before she joined him, she surveyed the area, making sure there weren’t more gang members in hiding. From what she could tell, it appeared that they were the only ones that hadn’t managed to escape. She hoped Fat made it in time to catch the others before they completely bailed the scene.

“Are you alright Wraith?” Suneater called out.

“Yeah, just a few scratches.” She teleported up to him. “─I appreciate the help.”

The dark-haired boy grimaced, mumbling under his breath. “I…didn’t really do much though.”

“What are you—” Himari didn’t have time to refute his claim as the weaselly man had somehow slithered an arm from beneath Suneater’s grasp. His fingers elongated camming at them like a group of whips.

Suneater blocked the assault with his clamed fist, still maintaining control over the group with his tentacles. They thrashed against him wildly desperate to turn the situation around.

“Give up! You’re not going to get away!” Suneater snapped.

“I’m not getting locked up again!” The weaselly man screeched back.

In that time Himari had teleported back into the air. When Suneater went in for a punch to subdue the men, she noticed the weaselly man had something in his other hand. Over the noise, she almost didn’t hear the distinctive click.

The device slipped from his hand as he fell unconscious.

There was no time to delay, Himari swooped down her eyes focused in on the group as the area went ablaze. Tears built up in her eyes as her quirk was reaching its limits. She was thankful when the room disappeared before her.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t bless them with a gentle landing. They tumbled gracelessly onto the roof of the nearby apartment building with a painful thud.

Slowly, the two heroes gathered their bearings with minimal groans. When Himari got to her feet, she looked across the street and winced at the sight of the caved in parking garage.

“So much for damage control…”

“As long as no one else got hurt, it should be okay.” Suneater assured, rubbing the back of his neck. “The cops have arrived so ─Ah, your helmet, it’s um…”

She hadn’t noticed during the fight, but large cracks formed on her visor with chunks of plastic missing from the bottom. Himari sighed as she pulled the headgear off certain there were bits of metal lodged in it as well. As she did, the boy uttered a startled noise.

It didn’t take her long to realize why.

“Oh, I guess you don’t know, but when I use my quirk, the blood vessels in my eyes burst and they glow, like this.” She turned to him with a wry smile. “It’s not very cute, huh?”

“W-What? No! Th-that’s not─ It just seems like it would hurt ─or something I’m not trying to offend you or─” His voice cut out as he struggled to find the right words. He lowered his head, averting his gaze.

She chuckled lightly. “It’s fine, I get what you’re trying to say.”

Suneater was quiet for a moment, before deciding to change the subject. “Um…we should bring those guys down to the police before they wake up.” He turned away to the gangsters lying on the ground still bound up.

“Right.”

With her quirk still activated, Himari tried to use her energy to transport the group onto the ground. Fixing her gaze on them, she was suddenly overcome with lightheadedness. She was forced to disrupt her focus to close her eyes, feeling exhaustion settle in.

Noticing this, Suneater put a hand on her shoulder stabilizing her. “Leave this to me.” He offered quietly. She heard him take something out of his pouches and eat it. Before she knew it, she was being swept off her feet. “Hang on tight.”

Opening her eyes, she nearly dropped her helmet when she felt a gust of air hit her face. Peering up at him, she saw he manifested a pair of massive white wings. Though she could have probably teleported herself with no issues, she decided to cling to him. When he took off, her stomach did a flip as they were pulled into the wind’s current. He glided down the city streets smoothly, easing up when they neared the pavement.

Once on the ground, he gently lowered her onto the road’s surface. Her gaze followed his to the cluster of law enforcement vehicles surrounding the vicinity. The two heroes brought the criminals over to a group of policemen where they were immediately apprehended. As they spoke with the police, Himari noticed that they had even obtained the ones that had managed to slip away. It made her wonder what happened to Fat after the whole escapade.

Her question was soon answered when she spotted a yellow figure walking in the distance. When he spotted them, relief set in his large eyes.

“Suneater! Wraith!” Fat Gum called, making his way through the crowd over to the two. When he finally reached them, he scooped the heroes up and pulled them into a tight bear hug. “Thank goodness! When I saw the building collapse, I was so afraid that you guys were still in there!”

Seeing their comrade safe and sound brought a grin to Himari’s face. “Nice to see you too big guy.”

Suneater ducked his head down. “P-People are staring…”

#tamaki amajiki x oc #suneater x oc #oc x canon #bnha oc

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gotmilk5101520 · 4 years ago

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Miraculous Ladybug Rewatch Episode 77 Loveater Part 1 (The Battle of the Miraculous Part 1)

I prefer Loveater over Heart Hunter. And yes like Chat Blanc, Loveater will be split into 2 parts. Part 2 will be out tomorrow.

“Experiencing loss is a part of life”

“Some people lose their first love...”

“Some lose the harmony in their relationship...”

“The decorations are spot on aren't they Audrey dear?”

“They're ridiculous, utterly ridiculous! They're fired!”

“Some people lose hope...”

“Others lose patience...”

“Oh by the way I didn't tell you did I? I have a girlfriend”

“Really? That's so awesome”

“No it's not awesome at all. I just said that to make you jealous”

“I can't be in love with you Chat Noir, you know that”

“Yeah yeah I get it..”

“But it still hurts”

“It was our love that did this to the world, my lady“

“While others lose their soul...”

“Some lose their certainties...”

“Ah you finally realized that there's more than just one type of cheese in this world”

“And some have nothing to lose...” Random narration that won’t be explained till next episode.

How come my pizza delivery guy isn’t Luka?

Conveniently placed Luka is convenient.

“Luka! What are you doing here?”

“Figuring out what to do to ignore this episode“

“What do you think?”

“Wow it's- it's incredible!”

“Mm, it's still not quite right. I can do better. I'm gonna work on it some more” Why can’t I find a guy like him?

“Sorry I- I gotta go”

“How long did you have that?“

*Screams in Lukanette*

“My dearest Mr. And Mrs. Bourgeois, I hereby present you the Gabriel Get Along, shirt a symbol of eternal love and bonds of marriage”

“We're not leaving, we're just gonna help a friend out over at the buffet”

And then they left.

The return of Praydrien. Just keep going and your sins will (likely not) be erased.

“I'm sure you'd all like to know the secret behind our long-lasting marriage, and well, the secret is-”

“Distance!” Makes sense given Covid.

“Nooroo, Angry Moth Noises!”

There’s some symbolism shit here.

“The children haven't returned. Where have they gone? Wait before you look for them I have something to ask you. Are you single? Why does he always leave when I ask?“

Look at them.

“Kay I.. better get going. I have to take these umbrellas back to my-”

“No wait!”

“Please escape with us”

“And be what? Your babysitter?“

The new Metal Gear Solid looks fun.

New OT3 who this?

Look at them.

“Wow! It's the first time I've seen you with your hair down”

“Love stories don't always have a happy ending” I feel like they’re telling us something.

Adrimi is a cute couple.

“Your hair looks beautiful”

“She's right”

“Why are you two looking at me like you’re in love with me?“ “Cause we are”

“Haha! I am the most powerful of all the super villains” No you’re not. You’re just a hideous I don’t even know what to call you. Please bring back Style Queen and Malediktator.

“Hey hold up, heartbreakers, I'm not in a relationship, okay” If you listen closely you can hear Penny crying.

“Duusu, whatever dumb peacock meme we can of!”

“Hey! Let's get some ice cream from Andre!” He sounds like a little kid excited for ice cream.

“Andre is a sweethearts' ice cream maker. The legend says that whoever shares his ice cream together will be in love forever”

“I don't believe in those kinds of myths, it’s like saying there’s a guy that sells magical hot dogs that can give you superpowers”

“But I do believe in ice cream”

“Which flavors for these two?”

“Orange and peppermint”

“A perfect pairing that's always a success; nothing can turn it into a mess”

“And for you two”

“Blackberry and peppermint, an explosive mix that's a fact but often times it's the opposites that attract”

“Orange and blackberry”

“Quite unusual it's true not the most obvious but it works for you two” $20 say Luka’s blueberry.

“I don't know. me and Adrien doesn't seem like a great pair“

“And what if Adrien finds me lame and wants to be with Kagami instead?”

“And it's true that Kagami and Adrien are awesome together”

“And well Kagami and me just doesn't seem like we go together” “What is she talking about?” “I don’t know, but it’s cute” “I agree”

Marinette realizing she’s Bi.

“Where's Marinette?”

“She left” He looks sad.

To be continued.

Part 2

#miraculous ladybug #milk rewatches miraculous ladybug

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The Attract Mode Holiday Gift Guide For 2019, Part 2

Alright, there's officially one week left, seven days till Christmas! And if you're still looking for that special something for that special someone, time is running out.

Thankfully, options do still exist... kinda, sorta. Also, you might have to pay a premium.... but dems are the breaks. First up is Love Hultén's logical follow-up to the FC-PVM from earlier this year, the SNES-PVM! Here's some additional beauty shots...

Going by the product page, it's more or less identical to the predecessor, so the same 9" Sony Trinitron PVM-9042QM. It also appears to utilize the same 8BitDo driven controller mods as well; it's not listed on their made-to-order page, but I'm sure if you ask nicely... as well as offer enough money to make it worth their time... they might be willing to make a deal?

Though I do have an alternative, cuz even if there was a SNES-PVM ready to go, imagine how much guaranteed by Christmas shipping from Sweden would cost? Your next best bet is Bithead1000, who can build you a Super Nintendo Fish Tank made in the good ole’ U.S. of A....

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For those of you finally pulling the trigger on a PlayStation 4 Pro this holiday, and are considering the Limited Edition Death Stranding bundle... but are a bit underwhelmed by the included DualShock 4... consider We Are Robot's alternative. Which costs about as much as the aforementioned system, oh well...

But if you're interested in something for the whole family, then how about a block of Bridge Baby cheese? Am sure this will be the centerpiece of this year’s Hideo Kojima Christmas gathering...

And guess what can be the centerpiece of your Christmas gathering? Why Hideo Kojima of course, or a 1/6 replica from @bayuarafat...

I myself am simply going to get a lil Ludens for my desk, to hold my glasses (seen here as part of Jean-François Rey's collab with Kojima Pro) which will pair nicely with my lil Venom Snake bionic arm (from the Metal Gear Solid V Collector's Edition), aka my wedding ring holder...

Am still kicking myself for missing out on this DS Lite covered with Swarovski crystals; suppermariobroth notes that it was on sale at the Nintendo New York in '07 for only $600 (I have no idea how I could miss that)...

Here's a motorcycle jacket from THUNDERBOX that’s supposed to evoke the Game Boy; would be nice if one could somehow hook one up to it & have the jacket be a controller of sorts, silly as that sounds...

As someone who could care less about Kirby (sorry everyone), I nonetheless adore the Shogo Sekine portion of Laforet Harajuku's PLAYFUL KIRBY line (be sure to check out miki800.com to see Converse Stars’s half, or maybe not, cuz it kinda sucks)...

Though miki800's Instagram recently reminded me of the one person/place/thing I absolutely need to visit when making my triumphant return to Japan: wherever VIDEOGAMETOKYO is at stationed at that moment, to finally obtain this Salamander/Life Force sweatshirt...

I’ll probably want to also track down whatever pop-up GAMES GLORIOUS is at during my stay, cuz I’ve long been interested in their Sega Master System/Mark III button-up...

Along wit their SEGA HARD GIRLS shirt; even with the detail of the pattern handy, I still need a closer look...

I previously showcased Eri Kitamura's work a little over a year ago; nowadays, not only does she draw pretty girls on Game Boys, but pretty girls with Game Boys as well, which forms the basis of her zine GAME GIRL...

For those who haven't heard, the latest release from Data Discs is the soundtrack to Radiant Silvergun...

As for myself, I've recently begun collecting old Japanese 45s, and as @marosahi19 demonstrates, I won't have any trouble finding a copy of Takahashi “16 shots per second” Meijin hit single while in Tokyo later this weekend...

This is what it sounds like, btw...

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Hey, did I mention that I'm going to Japan? Cuz I am! Yup, the grand return is actually happening, again, in just a few days. Hence why part two of my holiday gift guide is so late. Anyhow, I'm also going to be on the lookout for the Famicom copy of Athena, cuz of the included bonus audio cassette (or I guess I could make an mp3 of Jeremy Parish's rip for YouTube)...

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But yeah, this blog post is way overdue; if I had filed it in time, perhaps there would have been enough of a heads up for my buddy Joe Simko's Good Nite Fortnite! card, which was available from Topps for just 24 hours (perhaps a card collector out there might have one for sale on eBay or something)...

It's also why I didn't get to mention in time that Retro-Ko had not just one, but two pink Hello Kitty Dreamcasts available (hopefully you saw my mention on Twitter, but more importantly, following @retro_ko will guarantee that you'll know when they next have three in stock)...

Remember my mention of Read-Only Memory's Sega Dreamcast: Collected Works from, gee, two years ago? Guess what; it's finally here...

Here's an old Dreamcast jacket from Cobles in mint condition. For those interested, make James Mielke an offer...

Back to the subject of Death Stranding; if you regret not picking up that game's Collector's Edition... or simply couldn't afford to... you can still carrying around a BB, so long as you attach him to your coat zipper or the like: @mxgicdave's FUNKY FETUS Acrylic Charm...

Guess what else is super fashionable? Japanese arcade cabs of course; anyone interested in @VVCollectiv's Astro City inspired pins & keychains should send them a DM...

This holiday season, show your Switch how much you truly care by finally giving it a pair of legs, courtesy of... am not sure, to be honest. The problem with Instagram these days is how everyone basically swipes content from everyone else; saw it here in case anyone’s interested...

Hey, remember that girl with that Sega Saturn on her head that I wrote about a few years ago as well? Well, these days she's making art & designing apparel...

And here's a closer look via @miaumiauzmiau's Twitter...

If you'd rather adorn your love for candy cabs on your wall and not on your body, then SURUDENISE can help with that, with this super spiffy print...

My wife & I are always looking to furnish the apartment with things that reflect both of our interests; for myself it’s video games & for Ashley it’s cats. So this PixelEyeBat print from The Yetee seems right up our alley…

Actually, we recently got something along those lines, which was acquired at Anime NYC from loststreetkat.com…

She also had this keychain, which we naturally had to get…

Full-disclosure: my original plan for part two of my holiday gift guide was going to be a round-up of all my fave findings at the show, but since time was running out… guess that’ll have to wait till 2020. Cuz one again, I’m going to be in Japan in just a few days!!!

Though one last thing: if none of the above works out for you, remember, there’s always Mercari...

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duskowithapen · 4 years ago

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Day Three: Magic

Writer’s Month 2020

Fandom: The Mandalorian

Pairing: None

You Remind Me of the Babe (The Babe with the Force)

‘Their breath – unnecessary as it was – caught in their throat. Against their current programming, a series of beeps left their throat. He is beautiful. Lovely sleek lines were highlighted by the glare of the dual suns, the silvery metal nearly blinding them until they reduced the light input for their eyes, a solid build but obviously built for speed… Motto glanced over and groaned. “Oh please, don’t go fallin’ in love with another ship AySo.” – Basically, AySo meets the Child – AKA the Magic Baby. And falls in love with a ship. Go figure. Writer’s Month Day Three: Magic

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AySo flicked at their dreads again and swore. “Stupid kriffing pieces of scrap, should tear them off and melt them down, all they are bloody good for, the—” A hand connected with the metal panel over their ear, setting off alerts. Spinning around with spanner in hand, they shifted their mouth down five degrees into a scowl.

Motto stared down at them with crossed arms. “Don’t you go swearing like that around my droids, kid.”

“I became a mature adult fourteen standard years ago, Motto,” Ayso said, spinning the blue circle of their iris in a mockery of the normal organic eye roll, “And I have heard you swear worse when you get stuck inside an engine.”

They absently dodge the next swipe, grabbing a spare wire to secure their dreads. Motto nodded at the movement. “Haven’t seen a Uraei have to tie back their dreads before – it’s like watchin’ a Twi’ tyin’ back their lekku.”

AySo’s hands froze on the dreads. “Normally one would not,” they say quietly, “But mine are damaged and do not move the way they used to.” A small line of binary ran through their processor – they do not look the way they used to. It called up an archived image from twenty-nine years ago of themselves with 1.25-metre-long dreads tangling around their hips, desert sun making the copper scales shine. They were white now, with burned black tips, and only 35cm from base to tip. They did not move anymore. *Uraei Dreads – With a similar fashion and purpose to the Twi’lek lekku, dreads are scale-covered tails with a limited muscular and nervous system allowing movement. The average Uraei can have between fifty to twenty dreads, never exceeding a two-centimetre circumference. Ranging in various metallic colours, including gold, silver, bronze –*

Motto’s voice snapped them out of the stream of data. “I came over to tell you we’ve3 got a new customer comin’ in. A bounty hunter with a damaged Razor Crest. I’d advise coverin’ up your identifying bits if you’re gonna be helpin’, just in case.”

“Of course, thank you for the warning.” Ayso pulled the bandana away from their neck and tucked their dreads beneath it, ignoring Motto’s curious glance at the copper wires under their scales running up and around their neck. A pair of welding goggles covered their eyes – too obviously mechanical, unlike the wires which could be considered a ‘fashion choice’.

AySo did not want to take the risk of being identified while their ship was out of commission. If the Hutts found out that they were here… The sound of engines heralded the approaching ship, and they joined Motto as it touched down. A humanoid in armour (*Mandalorian: Connected via Creed rather than blood, the Mandalorians are a tribe of exceptionally skilled warriors--*) stepped down the ramp.

Their breath – unnecessary as it was – caught in their throat. Against their current programming, a series of beeps left their throat. He is beautiful. Lovely sleek lines were highlighted by the glare of the dual suns, the silvery metal nearly blinding them until they reduced the light input for their eyes, a solid build but obviously built for speed… Motto glanced over and groaned. “Oh please, don’t go fallin’ in love with another ship AySo.”

But how could they not? The Razor Crest was an impressive piece of machinery – one of the best remnants of the Old Republic, unidentifiable to most modern systems. Originally a patrol ship, they could see how two mounted turrets had been added later, perhaps by his current owner. They felt their lips shift downward by ten degrees. The carbon build up around the engines needed to be removed at least 22.5 standard weeks ago. The landing gear was uneven by a difference of a metre. Given the sound of the engines, there was damage to the fuel lines, and possibly more carbon build up on the inside. The poor ship was a mess. Their frown turned upon the Mandalorian, who’s helmet was tilted down at Motto.

“No droids,” Came the modulated voice, and AySo tilted their head. Their vocal emotion analysis program wasn’t working properly due to the modulator, but was that… annoyance?

“It’s gonna take longer then – I’ve only got the one assistant. And it’ll be more expensive.”

AySo ignored the rest of the conversation, allowing their recording system to save it for later analysis. They walked up to the ship and placed a hand on the hull. He needs a clean, they beeped to Fiver. Please bring me the cleaning kit. The droid beeped an affirmative to them before trundling off. Glancing around the bay, they couldn’t see the flash of sun off metal (*Beskar: The sacred metal of the Mandalorians and one of the hardest metallic substances – *) so the client must be gone.

Motto walked over with hand on her hips. “This is gonna take some work,” she sighed. “And the Mando doesn’t want the droids near his ship, so it’s just you and me.”

AySo raised the thin line of copper scales over her eye in the organic manner of surprise. “Do I not count as a droid? I am, afer all, more mechanic than organic.”

Waving a hand, Motto said, “You’re not a droid though, are you? And what Mando doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Where do you want to start first?”

“I believe I will begin with the engines,” AySo said, adjusting the harness they wore over their jumpsuit, “I am the best suited to moving on higher, uncertain ground. We could not like a repeat of last week.”

Without waiting for a response, they threw a guide rope up and over the outside of the engine casing and began climbing up the hull. Their hands and feet weren’t scaled like the rest of their body, but the skin was tough and weathered. It was a matter of 40.73 seconds to reach the first engine. “I will need more washers, a replacement fuel line, some wire, and the welding kit, Motto,” They called down. “But it should not take me more than four standard hours to finish this engine.”

“I’ll have Sixer bring it over,” She called, already started on the carbon scoring. “The Mando’s gone to find some work at the cantina, so we’ve probably got a few hours till he comes back.”

As it turned out, they did not have ‘a few hours.’. The Mandalorian returned within 30 minutes of the two beginning the repairs. AySo was largely ignored by the client – it was likely that he did not see them, as they were sitting inside the main body of the engine. There was also damage to the hyperdrive connection, and they hastened to repair it before Motto noticed. She didn’t like it when AySo did more repairs than the client was paying for, but they simply stored the subsequent soundbites in a file titled Reasons Credits are Required According to Peli Motto. AySo was well aware of the necessity of credits – they had spent approximately 29 200 hours reorganising funds in order to help various militaristic groups over the years. They just could not see the purpose in punishing the ship for the owners’ inability to properly manage their funds – an illogical concept, according to Fiver, Sixer and Eighter, but one that AySo adhered to.

It was not until they heard Motto enter the ship that AySo moved from the engine. They tilted their head and diverted more processing power to the subsonic implants in their ears. They registered the sound of Motto’s footsteps on durasteel, the squeak and uneven rumble of Sixer’s tread, the near-silent pings of metal shifting and settling as the planet cooled, an unknown high frequency noise -- *Noise Identified: Colloquially known as ‘coo’, made by infants of various species* Their mouth tilted down five degrees. What was an infant doing in a bounty hunters ship?

They used the guide rope to descend, meeting Motto as she exited the Razor Crest. In her arms was a small creature with green skin and comparatively large ears wrapped in brown fabric. AySo’s eyes glowed, two additional circles appearing in their eyes as they scanned the – *Species Unknown* Hmm. Interesting.

Motto was talking to the infant. “I’m gonna look after you, and then I’m gonna charge that Mando extra for babysitting!”

“Motto.”

At the sound of her name, she looked up and smiled. “AySo! Look what I found on Mando’s ship!”

“I can see that.” AySo took a step back as two very small hands reached out in their direction. “Will you be needing any assistance?”

The infant reached out further, making vaguely distressed noises. It tugged at something in AySo’s chest, and they rubbed the area. *Personal Reminder – Perform full diagnosis – possible damage in middle thorax – pulling sensation indicative of loose wire or misplaced/strained muscle*

“I think it wants you to hold it!” Motto said with a smile.

“That… would not be wise. I have no experience with infants.” AySo took another step away as the creature began to -- *Noise Identified – cry of distress, commonly occurring with younglings of various species when in need of comfort, sustenance, or REM sleep*. “I believe it requires something.”

“It requires you AySo,” Motto rolled her eyes. “Just take the damn baby!”

Apparently AySo didn’t move fast enough, because the infant made a gesture and suddenly their sensors were no longer registering the floor. They accelerated forward at a speed of twenty kilometres an hour before being brought to a stop before the infant. It was no longer making the distressed noise, but one identified as Pleased/Happy. It waved its hands once more, and AySo shifted her feet – now on the ground – to a firmer footing.

“Ooo, Mando has a magic baby!”

“Magic is unquantifiable and thus impossible,” AySo said automatically. “I believe the infant would like to be held by me.”

“Obviously genius. Take the magic baby already!”

Deciding to ignore the continued moniker of magic baby, AySo rapidly scanned the Holonet for information on infant-holding. *Rest the infant against your head and shoulder, supporting the infants’ neck and head with your hand. Place your other hand under the infant’s bottom.* The infant did not seem to require additional neck support, but appeared to enjoy being held against their chest. It did wiggle however, causing AySo to hastily shift their hold when the infant decided to face away rather than towards their shoulder.

Motto was absolutely no help. “You really have no idea what to do with a baby, do you?”

“I am a mechanic,” AySo said with enough voice modulation to suggest. “A cybernetically, mechanically augmented individual. I do not interact with infants.”

“Well this is a magic baby, so you should be fine.”

“It is not magic Motto.” AySo took advantage of the infants distraction – Sixer and Eighter were switching cards on the barrel while Motto was preoccupied – to perform a deeper scan. “It is a physically-male presenting creature of an unknown species, approximately fifty years old and…” The scan had pinged a file. Jedi Master – Old Republic – Yoda. The image was of a similar creature to the infant, but of a more advanced age. “He is a Jedi – no, he has the capabilities of a Jedi.”

Motto’s face, after a moment of processing, conveyed a sense of not understanding.

AySo sighed. “He reminds me of the Jedi Master Yoda.”

“What Yoda?” Motto frowned.

“Master Yoda, wielder of an energy commonly referred to as the Force.”

“The Force?”

“Motto, if you are going to continue repeating my words, I will refrain from trying to explain.” This was an unfortunate habit of hers. While exceptionally skilled in mechanics, Motto did not keep up with other news.

“Is the Force magic or what?”

“The Force is the manipulation of energy. Wielders such as Yoda and this infant are similar to power converters, if the files I have are to be believed. They are able to shift this Force – a metaphysical entity and energy – into a means to manipulate matter and minds.”

Motto shrugged. “Magic sounds more interesting.”

Spinning their iris, AySo drawled in Motto’s voice print, “Fine. It’s a magic baby.”

“I hate it when you do that,” Motto shivered. “It’s creepy hearing my voice come out of someone else’s mouth.” Her face lifted – mouth tilting upwards by a fraction of a degree, pupil expanding by two millimetres – “Since the baby seems to like you so much, you’re on babysitting duty!”

AySo blinked, briefly viewing the world through the misty lens of their nictitating membrane. “I cannot babysit. There are still repairs to be done.”

“You’ve got your harness,” Motto gestured, “Just strap him into that and you’ll be fine.”

Another blink. “I request a portion of the extra payment.”

“Fine. Just try and finish those repairs before Chenini rises – I don’t care how many times you tell me you don’t need sleep, you’re gonna sleep.”

“I shall endevour to complete the repairs quickly.” AySo strapped the infant to their harness with some of the extra wires – the insulates ones, so that they do not injure him – and climbed back up the Razor Crest. The infant cooed as they ascended, looking up at their face. His eyes were wide and dark, in a manner similar to theirs, and reflected the stars.

“Please alert me if you require something,” AySo murmured at a fraction of their normal vocal volume, “And I shall provide it promptly.”

The infant made another noise -- *Noise Identified – contentment* -- before shuffling closer to their chest.

“According to Holonet searches, infants require vocal communication with adults in order to gain their own understanding of language. I shall describe the process of engine repairs to you – perhaps you will become a mechanic.” After a moment, they tapped the infants head with a careful finger. “I cannot continue to call you the infant, as you deserve a better moniker than simply a designation. Perhaps… perhaps I will call you Magic Baby.”

Magic Baby cooed in response.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Magic Baby. I am CAI – AS097, but I refer to myself as AySo.”

#The Mandalorian #Original Character #WritersMonth2020 #Day Three Magic #Baby Yoda #The Child #I'm tired #My brother made me run #Please enjoy #I did my best

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whaalless · 1 month ago

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Metal Gear Brainrot (I love Otasune sm)

Yeah idk where it came from but mgs has really grown on me, I love it sm. Otacon is prolly my favorite he’s so silly :D

#metal gear solid #mgs fanart #mgs #solid snake #otacon #hal emmerich #otasune #snotacon #sparkle on!#don’t forget to be yourself!#she metal on my gear till I’m solid #mgs1 #mgs2 #my snake is solid rn #skajillies #whaalless

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missfinefeather · 5 years ago

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Nefronis

God, is it really 45 minutes in 2 episodes?

Also man I wish I knew if I should ping people or not

DNGFQrow

6 of those minutes are end of Volume credits though

Nefronis

Still feels longer than I remember

MissFinefeather

@RWBY Past me has started the session:

https://missfinefeather.tumblr.com/tagged/rwby27/chrono

KillerQueenOfExplodokill

Team RNJR vs death pony

GhastlyGhifin

Damn it now I'll have to save my cryptozoology dump for later

Nefronis

Cinder Vs Mom’s Pets

Did someone make a rocky montage with that? Given the fandom I wouldn’t be surprised

GhastlyGhifin

"I'm not mad, just disappointed"

DNGFQrow

Tyrian has called Salem his "goddess" before. Explicit disapproval from your diety would probably fuck with someone, yeah.

MissFinefeather

Okay, so if 6 minutes of it is credits, then I guess I have around 30 minutes left to cover after the stealth posts

DNGFQrow

She also replaced these little blue lights on the arm with purple ones. It's cute.

GhastlyGhifin

Finally, the paint's on

DNGFQrow

That by itself freed up so much art

Solarn

Prepare for the art dump. Both here and in the nsfw channel.

GhastlyGhifin

Hope you're ready for us to break the dam and let out the reservoir of fanart we've been holding back

DNGFQrow

Remember some will still have to wait for the finale

Solarn

There is a metric fuckton of art though that we literally only couldn't post before because it had Yang's yellow arm in it.

aceotaku

Oh nucklavee oh nucklaveeyour big and evil and heinous

who could it be who set you free

he really must be a dingus

DNGFQrow

Yang's not gonna leave her baby Bumblebee at home.

aceotaku

also everyone wanna know that I gave the Salem's jellyfish grimm thing from several episodes ago a fan name? he is Steve, he is valued because of his tentacles, they make him cool and Salem respects that : 3

DNGFQrow

It does have an official name btw. A Seer.

aceotaku

I know

but steve is better(its from a stupid ass joke I did for a specific scene o3o)

Nefronis

Look if all the big Grimm can get names why do Seers get stuck with their species name

aceotaku

because Steve is an underappreciated worker who nevertheless takes his job seriously with no complaint

who do you think does the paperwork for Team WTCH's schemes?

DNGFQrow

He's stuck trying to wield a pen with tentacles. Doesn't even have suction cups to grab papers or something. No respect.

Nefronis

Steve deserves a raise for all the effort he puts in

DNGFQrow

3 human hearts per hour instead of 2

Nefronis

Salem: “Grimm can have little a heart, as a treat.”

Thanotos Omega

i'm awake

DNGFQrow

Gotta love Weiss trying to Metal Gear her way out of the manor in her clickety-clack heels.

GhastlyGhifin

"Winter, I'm trying to sneak out of the family manor, but my heels are dummy thicc, and the clack of my shoes keeps alerting the guards"

Nefronis

Look, style trumps all practicality

DNGFQrow

Klein is Best Dad

Thanotos Omega

she's only 5'3 in those heels you think she's gonna go around being Neo sized?

KillerQueenOfExplodokill

The seven dwarves are loyal only to Snow White

MissFinefeather

Okay, finished breakfast, let me put the discord conversations on tumblr and then I can take over

aceotaku

hold on Imma share a thing

on second thought it'll be better for later

Thanotos OmegaT

yay

DNGFQrow

She hasn't actually seen the thing yet so be careful

aceotaku

this doesn't spoil anything about it, she already knows the things name

buuut I'll remove it then and wait till after she's seen it

that is, if everyone else wants me to

GhastlyGhifin

Yeah, save it for when it actually shows upposting it in the middle of Snow White Solid is jumping the gun-sword a bit

#rwby27 #RWBY #Missfinefeather Liveblogs #Missfinefeather watches RWBY #Liveblog #RWBY liveblog #RWBY Volume 4 #Rooster Teeth #blacklist Missfinefeather

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dngrs-untld-hrshps-unnmbrd · 7 years ago

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Solid Metal

Shiro-4 x female Guardian | light angst & smut | OC: Andara | short piece | NSFW

An awkward and sexually frustrated Awoken Warlock navigates the ins and, ah, outs of Exo desire. Featuring RaspberryBitchface, Shiro-4 x my resting bitchface Warlock OC Andara and partly inspired by these canon vibrating finger gauntlets. No I’m not kidding. Shoutout to @littleshebear for drawing my attention to these.

Andara looked around a deserted Watcher’s Grave, her eyes narrowed with impatience. “Great. The Vex are late. Don’t they know how ironic that is?”

Shiro-4 laughed and leaned back against a plinth. “Failsafe can’t make the enemies turn up for you. We’ll just have to wait.” He glanced over her, optics gleaming. “New gear?”

She looked down at her tight-fitting robes and then back up at him. “Yeah. Do you, um, like them?”

“Very much, babe. Come here.” He held out his hand to her. She stepped into his arms and he fitted his hands around her waist, holding her hips tightly against his. Andara stifled a whimper in her throat. Traveler’s Light, of course it felt good to be held by him but it wasn’t enough anymore. All she wanted to do was sleep with her boyfriend and she wasn’t even sure it was possible. Her hands curled in the cloth of his cloak and she made a frustrated sound.

Shiro’s face didn’t change but there was concern in his voice. “Is there something wrong?”

“Do you ever, um, feel…”

He waited, watching her. Words, as usual, failed her, and she glared at the ground. Angry with herself, she bit out, “It’s really hard, you know, because I would rather die than talk about how I feel, and you…”

Silence stretched between them. There’d been too many silences lately.

“You can never tell what I’m thinking because my face is solid metal,” he said flatly.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“It’s the truth, babe. You don’t need to be sorry.”

She took a deep breath. “I can try harder, though. So here goes. I kind of really want you but I don’t know if you feel the same. Or can feel the same. So I feel super awkward about the whole thing. Because if you don’t want me in the same way then I just feel gross and predatory, like I’m some sort of animal.”

“We suck at talking about things, don’t we?”

She nodded, biting her lip. She was too awkward and he was too polite. Things often stagnated between them because neither knew how to broach the problem.

Even so, she loved him. Which was something else she hadn’t said.

With his gloved fingers he stroked the hair back from her face, and then he trailed his hand down over her robes. She watched their path, lips parted. His fingers slipped down to the cleft between her legs, rubbing her thoughtfully through her greaves. Her eyes widened and she looked up at him.

“Well,” he said slowly. “It makes me feel good knowing that I make you feel good. That gives me a strong urge to get your clothes off so I can look at you. It makes me think about fucking you, hard. Seeing you come.”

She whimpered and closed her eyes. “But what about you? Do you want to come? Can you…”

“Oh yes, babe, of course I can. It feels…I don’t know if it feels the same way as yours but it’s an extremely powerful feeling. Very satisfying. Very pleasurable.”

He delved deeper with his fingers, sliding them along her sex and she felt a faint vibration, growing stronger. Her eyes widened. “How are you—?”

He laughed softly. “It’s these gauntlets. Joint massager or something but I think this is a better use.” He looked around Watcher’s Grave, which was still deserted. “Want me to show you?”

She nodded and he tugged her behind a pillar. She watched, fascinated, as he undid the fastenings of her greaves and slid his hand inside her underwear. His fingers were tentative, stroking, but then slipped against her wetness. His optics brightened. “Traveler’s Light. You weren’t kidding about getting really turned on.”

Andara put her hands on his shoulders and gripped him tightly, her breath coming in short pants as he stroked her clit. The vibrations started softly but then grew stronger and she moaned. They’d got naked together, once, but he hadn’t touched her like this. Too polite, she supposed. She liked it when he wasn’t being polite. She liked it very much.

“I like the look on your face as I touch you. I like the feel of you holding onto me. I like hearing you pant and those sounds you’re making.” He was talking to her so she’d know he was enjoying this, too. He delved deeper, sliding his middle finger into her tightness, and she cried out.

“Shh, babe,” he admonished, a laugh in his voice.

She buried her face in his shoulder to muffle her cries. The dimples on his Lucky Raspberry chest armour rubbed against her nipples. “I’m trying.”

His finger pushed deeper and she groaned. He added another and she felt herself stretch around him, and angled her hips to drive him deeper. With his other arm around her hips he alternated between thrusting firmly into her and stroking her clit, murmuring how good she felt and how he’d thought so much about doing this. She clutched him tightly, vaguely aware that she was rising up on her toes as she got closer and closer to orgasm, pressing tightly against his solid body. She came with a cry, her face buried in his cloak as he continued to fuck her with his fingers as she clenched around him, making her orgasm go on and on.

Finally she straightened and breathed in a shuddering breath. He withdrew his slick fingers, turning them this way and that as he looked at them, an expression that she though might be satisfaction on his usually so unreadable face.

“It was good?” she whispered against his mouth. “You liked doing that?”

As he wiped his fingers on a corner of his cloak, a distinct smirk in his voice as he said, “Babe, it’s more important to me that you liked it. But always. Incredibly. Never doubt that I want you. I’ll show you just how much soon. Thank you for showing me.”

Soon. Very soon, she hoped. They could have another sleepover and she could discover what other secrets he was hiding, like those vibrating gauntlets. As she did up her pants she shook her head and said, “You hunters. Those are the perviest gloves I’ve ever seen.”

He chuckled. “Oh, babe. A bit of vibration and you think it’s pervy? Wait till you feel what my dick can do.”

Before she could recover from her shock he tossed her a sniper rifle. “Heads up. I think I hear the Vex.”

Thank you for reading! xx

#shiro-4 #destiny 2 #destiny fanfiction #oc: andara #destiny exo #RaspberryBitchface

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sky-writes-daydreams · 6 years ago

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How They Met Part Four

A/n: Heyo! So I’m about to go to bed. Thought I’d give you lovely people something. Just A head’s up. I am starting to post this on my AO3 as well so if some don’t like tumblr, hit it on there. I’ve only got part one currently but I’ll fix that tonight. :) So as always.. Enjoy and let me know if you want a tag.

@valkyrieofardyn @mooshinspace @shigekihizashi

Next Chapter Masterpost

I didn’t expect it to happen as quickly as it did. I was on the road towards the city when I got a call on my phone. I had it plugged into my radio so I had to pull over and answer it. I didn’t have this number in my phone after all.

“Hello?”

“Skylar? I’m one of dave’s friends. He told me to call this number.” I relaxed a bit then.

“Oh. Cool. What up?”

“Have you been to the region border recently?”

“No… Why?”

“We heard a rumor that the barricade fell. Something about an immortal and some kid hunters.” I stopped then and soon smiled.

“That insane man…. Hang on!” I quickly got my bluetooth earpiece on and connected it. I turned around then gunning it.

“I know who they might be talking about! If it’s true then we seriously owe those city boys.”

“They were city boys!?”

“Yep.” I kept going and soon drove straight through it laughing.

“It’s legit!!”

“No way!”

“Yes way! I just drove through the damn thing!” I pulled over then before pulling a u turn and hitting the road again. The suspension on my jeep made it a lot less bumpy for sure. I drove right back through smiling.

“Tell dave and the others the way is clear.”

“Got it hon. Where you going to be?”

“I’m hitting the city. I’ve got some city boys to catch.”

“Got it hon. See you around.”

“You know it.” I hung up then and soon just took off for lestallum. I couldn’t wait to talk to them again about this.

Sadly they weren’t in lestallum. I found some friends of theirs who knew where the boys went. I took off after thanking them and just smiled. I had a feeling those boys would have found out about Wiz’s chocobo post at some point. I set off for there happily. I loved the place growing up. Chocobos were awesome creatures and fun to ride honestly. I knew exactly where it was and soon pulled in. I could see regalia but the boys weren’t inside. I hopped out then despite the rain and ran up to Wiz. He smiled when he saw me.

“You’re a few minutes too late hon. Some new hunters just took the deadeye hunt.”

“Let me guess, some cute boys and one wanted to ride them?”

“How did you know?”

“They’re friends. I’m going to back them up.”

“Let them keep the bounty?”

“You know it.” He chuckled then.

“Go on then. Damien’s missed you hon. Been a month since you’ve come by.” I smiled then.

“I got trapped inside the wall for a bit…. How big is he now?”

“Go see before helping your friends hon.” I nodded and ran over. He was inside the stables with the others. Damien was originally almost ivory but after feeding him some interesting berries, he was now a dark blue. He had grown a good foot since I last saw him. I could easily ride him now. He even had the saddle on. He came to the door when he saw me and I petted him.

“Hey… Been a while. I missed you.” He made a noise then and nuzzled my hand. I just smiled and moved closer and gave him a kiss on the head.

“I’ll be back. Mama’s gonna help some boys kill deadeye so you can play outside ok? Then we’ll go for a ride. I’m sure he’s got some hunts.” He chirped then and nudged me to get going. I laughed then and gave him a slight ruffle before running. I had to catch up to those boys.

The good news is that even if I wasn’t a hunter, I could have followed. Deadeye left one hell of a mess to mark his path. I quickly set down it and listened. I could hear someone further ahead plus Deadeye getting pissy. The Behemoth was such a jerk. He almost got me killed one night by chasing me through the forest. Good news is I know hiding spots. I stopped by one and smiled. I could see the boys ahead of me. Deadeye was by the old metal tunnel leading to the next part of the forest and they were going to use it to sneak by. They let Prompto go last and I got an evil Idea. I adjusted my gear and once I knew it was clear, I slid into the tunnel. Prompto was making just enough noise to cover me as well.

They had no clue until I grabbed his ankles making him fall. The others looked back ready to fight but quickly froze.

“Skylar!?” Ignis was sure as hell shocked I was here. I waved and Prompto looked back. He was panicked.

“Did you really have to do that!?”

“Um… No. But it was fun! Now let’s go! I’m your backup in case this goes south!” We crawled out and I quickly gave him a one armed hug.

“You’re not hurt are you?’

“Nah. Just scared me.” Noctis smiled then.

“What brings you here?”

“Dude… This is home territory. I don’t need a reason. Plus wanted to talk to you.”

“About?”

“The checkpoint into the region.” They all shared a grin then and I grinned back.

“You did a lot of hunters a huge favor by taking it down. Got a call about it and the word’s being spread about the city slickers kicking niff ass.” We started walking then, me staying close to the back smiling.

“Nice…. So why help us?”

“Um… Cus I want to? It’s not like I need the hunt. Plus… Last time I took it, I ended up getting chased till past dawn out here. Not really wanting to do that again.” Prompto cringed then.

“Yikes…”

“Yeah. He’s a nasty bugger for sure.”

“Nothing we can handle.” Noctis sounded so confident. It was kind of cute honestly.

“Well listen to that. The king’s confident in taking down an asshole Behemoth.” Gladio chuckled then and I knew Ignis smiled. Noct looked back but he was smiling.

“And it seems once you’re in home Territory, you really don’t hold your tongue.” I shrugged then and pushed ahead to get even with him.

“Home is home. I don’t fake around here. I grew up in these parts so most everyone knows me.” he nodded then.

“Wanna tell more?” I smiled then.

“Left around here for middle school. Went to a public school inside the wall…. Um… been solo since like… 14. Lived in liede until about a year ago…. Rank seven hunter.” I could see the shock in his eyes then. I just smiled.

“What? This weapon isn’t for show after all.”

“I figured but… you’re that good?” I shrugged then.

“It’s been rough. Had my share of close calls. One most recently with this jerk.” Gladio looked back then.

“You came after him? Alone?”

“Wasn’t supposed to be alone. I was trying to find his lair with another hunter. We got separated and Deadeye snuck up on me. Ran till dawn when I found the road and got back to Wiz’s. Other hunter couldn’t help. He got lost. Come daylight he showed back up.” I jumped up onto a rock then and smiled. They were shocked for sure but I didn’t care. I could hear him. It was faint for sure but he was around. The fog coming down didn’t make using eyes a good idea after all.

“He’s away from us, I assume?” Ignis said. He was keeping his voice low. I slid down and nodded.

“He's going to the old ruins. We’ll have to play hide and seek for a bit but we can get there and catch him. Once in there it's not easy to leave.” They nodded then but let me take the lead. Before the gate, I ran. I knew these woods. It was usually so calm around here and decent hunts. Finally we reached it and I quickly dropped down. The boys followed easily but then I had to pin noctis to the rock close by. Deadeye was in front of us.

“Shit….” I nodded feeling my smile come back. This was going to be fun.

“Leapfrog. Rock to rock. He's blind on the left. Use it. No noise.” Gladio gave me a look but I quickly took off. He was moving. It would cover for me.

She was fast. Even if she was a bit odd, skylar knew her job. The others weren't sure so I followed her. She was quick but always stayed in sight. The fog was only getting worse for sure the further we went in. It got sketchy at few times. She tripped over a small rock and quickly scrambled to hide while we did the same. The behemoth knew he was being followed. After that, it got more tense. We couldn't always keep an eye on him so skylar had to be our lead. Finally though, we broke through into ruins. She had her sword ready and let Gladio take the lead. I went to follow but she got my arm and stopped me. I looked over and she smiled.

“I know you punks have elemental abilities. Who’s got the fire?”

“Why?”

“What do you think blinded him? There's old oil drums around here. If he gets over one, explode it. It'll be our best chance to get him weak enough to land some serious blows.”

“How do you know this?”

“Cus I saw others trying it. Just trust me….. Gods you four are paranoid…”I shrugged then. Better to be paranoid than be dead in my mind. She just sighed and followed Ignis quickly. I got the flask ready and followed.

He knew. He was up on a ledge above us and jumped down. We all backed away and quickly Gladio went into action. Prompto was giving cover fire while skylar backed up gladio. She wasn't as strong but she was doing some damage. She made openings that Ignis took advantage of and slowly got him over a barrel. I figured I would try her advice.

“Move!!!” The guys jumped back but she couldn’t. I had to throw it. It landed on the barrel and the explosion was big. It knocked over the guys but then we rushed him. At least I tried until Prompto came flying into me. We both were off our feet but I felt someone catch us and the relief of a potion.

“Stand up you idiots!” I looked and Skylar was still on fire. She dropped me and jumped going right for Deadeyes face! Prompto got up and helped me up stunned. It didn’t last though. He was on his last leg and soon it gave. Deadeye fell dead. We all stopped then before we celebrated. That was insane!

“Um…. Help!?” I froze then. That was skylar. Gladio moved with Ignis then by his head and prompto and I followed. She has gotten a leg stuck under his head and couldnt get free.

“Big bully!!!!” Gladio chuckled then and quickly pulled her free. She yelped but soon got on her feet huffing before giving him a solid kick. I laughed then.

“Was that needed?”

“Yes! He landed on me! I was trying to shoot his other eye! Blind the jerk….” I stopped then. She didn’t have a gun. She walked away then and came back with a crossbow. She was checking it out before folding it backup and putting it on her back. Ignis smiled then.

“A lady of many weapons…. We do owe you some thanks. Your fire tip did help.” She shrugged then getting into her bag. She crushed something and we all got healed. He gave her a look and she smiled.

“Can’t help it…. Mega elixir.” She flashed a new one making Gladio chuckle.

“Sure you wanna be solo? We might need the backup later.”

“Get real muscles…. I’m happier alone…. Now…” She smiled then sheathing her sword.

“Let's go ride chocobos!!!” Prompto cheered with her and I laughed. Soon we found the way out and headed back to the post. She had someone she wanted Prompto to meet.

We got back to wiz’s about sunset. He was shocked for sure but quickly paid the boys while I washed off my arms in a barrel. The healed burns were still tender but it was barely anything. Soon Wiz came over and held out a key.

“Wanna let him out?” I nodded then taking it.

“I’ve missed riding him. Mind if…?”

“You know the rules. Havens near by. Feel free to leave bella here. She’ll be safe.” I nodded and ran to the stable. Damien was so happy to see me but nothing beat it when I got the door open. He ran into me and quickly let me on. I led him out and Prompto almost dropped his camera. Noctis was shocked.

“They come in dark blue!?” I laughed then petting his neck.

“Nah. Won these berries in a race. Changed my baby to this color….. Boys. Meet damien!” He crowed then making them laugh. Prompto came over and petted him gently.

“How….?”

“Rescued him as a baby. Mom had been killed so I brought him here. Wiz helped me raise him and well… Now he’s my baby!” I hugged him then happy. I’ve missed him. I heard a click then and I looked. Prompto got a photo of us. He turned so I could see it.

“Oh nice angle…. Mind…?”

“I’ll have a print the next time I see you.” I cheered then. He laughed and Noctis came close. Damien sniffed him and he just smiled.

“You leaving?”

“Yeah. There's other hunts close by. I’ll be hanging out between here and lestallum for a while.” I saw gladio nod then as he came up behind the prince.

“Call if you need backup. We won’t mind. You helped us out against that behemoth.” I shrugged then.

“I prefer solo…. But if I get kicked, I’ll call…. Or if I find some cool ingredients.” Ignis perked up then and I smiled.

“I know of a ginger. It's hard to get to… but if I head that way, I’ll get you some.” He nodded then smiling.

“It would be appreciated. Our spices currently are rather lacking.” Wiz laughed then smiling.

“I’ll point some spots out to you boys.” They all smiled then and while they went to talk to wiz, I loaded my pack up and made a saddle pack for damien out of bella. Right as the sun died, I took off while they camped in the caravan. I was ready to be home again.

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