#trigger warning: cursing

[dethronetheveil]

Bet on Me- Prologue

Synopsis- When Freya’s band gets invited to be an opener on Bad Omens’s EU tour, she is both thrilled and extremely nervous. Meanwhile, the boys in Bad Omens decide to have some fun, specifically involving Freya and Folio. Some bets are involved and some group conspiring. What will come of Freya’s time with Folio and the boys?

Characters- OC [Freya] x Nick Folio

Word Count- 591

Tag List- @dsireland86 , @foliosgirl [comment if you would like to be tagged in the next part!]

Trigger Warnings: cursing, mention of drugs

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“Fuck!” Freya cursed between her teeth as she slid her guitar strap from her shoulder. The band had been at this same song for two hours now and for some reason Freya was finding it exceedingly difficult to get the chords right.

Sophia and G looked over at her with sympathetic eyes, but that was the last thing Freya needed right now— to be treated like a wounded animal. She waved her hand in the air and took a seat on the floor by her amp and took a swig of water. The sting of sweat dripping in her eyes informed her that it may be time for a break. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and pulled her hair into a ponytail. She looked back at her mates; Sophia, the lead singer, Georgia or G, the bassist, and Luna, the drummer. They all had followed suit and abandoned their stations for some water.

Freya watched as G made her way across the room and sat next to her. G shoved Freya with her shoulder, “I don’t ever remember you being this shit before,” she remarked teasingly.

“Fuck off, G,” Freya tried her best to sound just as nonchalant, but failed miserably, which was obvious from G’s hands shooting up in surrender.

“Sorry, Frey. I was just joking. It’s a hard fucking song, but you’ll get it in no time, I’m sure of it.”

Freya just smiled curtly and rested her head against G’s shoulder for a moment before observing the room around them. She noticed Sophia was nowhere to be seen, which was unlike her since she was basically their “team captain.”

“Where’s Soph?” Freya asked a bit louder in case Luna knew anything.

“She looked like she was getting a call. I think she stepped out back,” Luna responded and then went back to scrolling on her phone.

Freya didn’t really think anything of this. Sophia was always getting calls. The band didn’t really have a manager since they weren’t really popular anywhere besides local bars and on TikTok. That was kind of the dream though, famous enough to financially benefit, but not so famous that people wanted to know what color your shit was.

The silence in the room was broken a few moments later when Sophia busted through the back door, causing all the girls to jump out of their skin. She was wearing a crazed smile that Freya had only seen once before when Sophia had tried Molly back in Uni.

“Soph, what’s going on?” Freya asked gingerly.

“You lot will never believe who we’re going to be touring with this summer!”

Freya’s mind started racing. Of course they had toured with other bands before but no one that would get Sophia this excited.

“Who is it, Soph?” G asked after a beat.

“Well, ladies, we are going to be touring with none other than… drumroll please,” Sophia looked over to Luna, who abruptly grabbed her sticks and began to play a classic drumroll. The moment Luna hit the symbol with her stick, Sophia shouted, “Bad Omens! For their EU tour!”

The room erupted in screams as all the girls jumped up and hugged each other. This was incredible news and Freya should have been more excited, but this just meant more publicity, more eyes on her, exactly what she didn’t want. She plastered a fake smile on her face and hugged the rest of the girls. She stepped back from the group and could only muster up a simple, “Oh, fuck.”

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[zivazivc]

the morning (afternoon?) after this messy stunt. Floyd got off too easy in my opinion, but it's hard for Les to stay mad at him when he makes those sad pouting faces... 🤦

If you think Floyd's being really dumb at the start of this comic before getting a reality check, you have to take into account that he's madly lovesick and was feeling very smug atm; he's also a 15yo pop troll who thinks making out with someone means they're together now; and he assumed Les's sour mood was entirely the result of a nasty hangover...

P.S. They forgot about Hed lol (I almost forgot about him too, drew him just before posting lmao)

[neon-glowing-rainbow-stims]

April Fools!! ANTI-stimboard - An unsatisfying, cursed, viscerally unpleasant board :(((

💄.🐷.🌈{}}🍞.🎱.🍞{]{⭕.🥤.🚅

[cursedpotatochip]

Don't lie guys, yall know he got that homophobic dog stare.

(Shitpost #8)

Edit: forgot to add the og image

[ragepuffdraws]

🩸Blood & Manipulation🩸 After barely escaping Azkaban, Sebastian isn’t willing to risk losing one of the last people that truly cared for him.

[judasiscariotsfemalehysteria]

If Jesus Christ Superstar came out in 2015 🤭

Based on the glorious original

[blue--ingenue]

Year 5 Scorbus Details I Love [Part 1]

Content Warnings: mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, depression, self-harm, suicidal thoughts

[as they emerge from the Black Lake] As soon as Scorpius realizes Albus is with him he rushes forward and gently holds his head for a moment, then holds onto his arm until they pull themselves from the water (Almost like he's terrified Albus will disappear if he doesn't hold onto him)

Albus arrives at the Owlery, ducking his head so that Scorpius can't see him wiping his tears away. (Presumably he waited to cry until after Harry yelled at him and left the Slytherin dorm.)

At first it seems like it worked, but after delivering his "Malfoy the Unanxious" line Scorpius stares intently at Albus, trying to gauge whether or not his joke lightened Al's mood. You can also see him desperately wanting to slide closer to Al, but decides that he might need some space at the moment

Scorpius' body language is tense, but after his line, "It's time that time-turning became a thing of the past," Albus finally smiles and his posture melts into something comfortable

As Albus lists the horrors of the dark timeline Scorp was trapped in, Scorpius tenses up like he does before his near-panic-attacks. But Delphi sits between them, so he can't seek out Albus to do their little breathing exercises like he usually does throughout the show

I've talked about Scorpius' depression and self-harm in a previous post. Scorpius says, "Humiliation turned Cedric into a very angry young man. He was brutally bullied. And some people just can't survive that." You can hear him thinking the words: I would know. I almost didn't.

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[artzstartist]

An edgy alastor comic

[bo0tleg]

Gems me and my friend said watching Kiss Kiss Bang Bang (2005) for the first time;

"This man (Harry) is neurodivergent." "OH MY GOD I WAS GONNA SAY THAT TOO."

"We're twenty minutes in and this guy only gets screwed! Can someone screw him good, for once, please?"

"Gay isn't even doing much." "His name is Perry." ".... I thought Perry was his last name." "What, no, his last name is Van something something." "Then why do they call him Gay Perry?"

"No straight guy would say 'I'm profoundly within the pussy.'" "It's knees deep in pussy." "Oh."

"I thought he meant that he's deep within the pussy." "No, he's just surrounded by it. Like there's a lot of pussy." "WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN!"

"... He's not a very good detective is he?"

"Do you know what f*ggot means?" "No."

"By the lord, what can go wrong now-- OH MY GOD THE CORPSE"

"HE WASN'T HIRED TO FIND THE MURDER, HE WAS HIRED TO HIDE THE CORPSE!" (This notion was proved, in fact, wrong)

"I just imagine someone seeing that corpse flying off the roof and bei-- AAAAAAHHHHHH KISS?!"

*Lost our shit when Harmony appeared after the Kiss* "DUDE! Oh my god... This guy.... He has to explain the kiss, and why the cops are looking for him, AND the corpse is still there, with the car shaking from Perry manhandling it. What can he say?"

Harry, on screen: "I managed to convince her that I wasn't gay." "HOW?"

"Love the snap snap, you go girl." (About Perry)

"Harry's the only sane one in the group. He fucking screams when he sees the corpse, he screams when someone gets shot, he screams... He screams."

"Everybody else is too ok with everything going on in this shit."

"I can see Perry's foreboding shadow in the crowd, fully expected him to be the only one to lift his hand when Harmony asked who hates Harry."

"Did he just...." "Graciously duck away from a flying glass, yeap."

"Are these two (goons) having a couples bit right now?" "I mean, they said that... *Rewinds* They were wondering why a guy like him (Harry) was hanging out with gay people." "Do they mean themselves?" (They did NOT, in fact, mean themselves. They meant Perry.)

"Love how Harry's just watching them bickering like should I run? Should I stay? Do I kill myself?"

"Honey, you can't be stealthy with that outfit. The fucking pom pom borders on your skirt are literally shining in the light."

"Gay, stop frolicking and look at the car that's about to run you over."

"HOW DID SHE NOT SEE HIM IN THE CAR?" "He was asleep...."

"His finger is still fucked up by the way. He never did get to that fucking hospital."

"Imagine finding a stranger just walking into your house." "IMAGINE SLEEPING IN A CAR THAT'S NOT YOURS ON A RANDOM STREET AND WAKING UP IN SOMEONE'S HOUSE."

"Oop, and there goes the finger. To the butthole."

"I can't understand a single thing that's going on, but I don't even give a fuck."

"WHY is it so important that the dead girl wasn't wearing underwear!"

Perry, on screen: "This isn't Good Cop, Bad Cop, it's fag and New Yorker, now spill." *Both tumbled over in laughter, and proceeded to repeat that for the rest of the movie*

"Why does he look so happy at the prospect of getting patted down?"

"His penis can shoot?"

"You know, I'm starting to think that when he said he was knees deep in pussy, he was being sarcastic."

"He lost his neurodivergent sparkle... Now he's just traumatized...."

"IF PERRY DIES I'M KILLING MYSELF."

"Honey... That's not... How you fix a bullet wound..." "Shut up, he's using the opportunity he was given to smooch."

"We were fools..... They couldn't kill Perry, he's the only competent one. Shit wouldn't get done without him."

"Hey, look it's Abraham Lincoln!" "IS THAT FUCKING ELVIS PRESLEY?"

"He didn't end up with Perry.... I'm sad." "What the fuck are you talking about? That was Perry!" "THAT WAS PERRY? WHAT." "He just.... Has a Beard."

[0kayblue]

Do You Still Love Him?

Do You Still Love Him?

You are retired, you are married, you have a foster child, you have all of this without Leon Kennedy. 

(Part II) (Part III)

Main character relations: reader x oc-ish husband (Bill) (romantic) reader x Leon Kennedy 

Word count: A little over 7k

Angst, angst, and more angst. 

A/N: Hello! If you followed me thinking it was all Stranger Things you are sadly mistaken. I have entered my Resident Evil era and Leon Kennedy has a ridiculously tight choke hold on me. Please bear with me through this trying time.

“No.” The word left your lips quietly as you quickly sat upright. You tried not to panic as you began to regulate your breathing. You looked around the bedroom trying to learn to relish in familiar surroundings. You were sitting in your bed, in your home, you were safe. It was a nightmare, nothing more and nothing less, it wasn’t real.

You began to try to relax as you rested back against the bed frame. You heard a moan and the weight beside you started to shift, knowing you had woken him up again. “Shit, I’m sorry.” 

“No.” He protested as he sat up and snaked his arm around you pulling you to his side. He cupped your cheek with his other hand and made you look at him. Your cheeks stained with semi-dried tears as his heart broke. He kissed both of your cheeks and then placed a stern kiss on your forehead. “Do you want to talk about it this time?” He asked as he rested his head against yours as he tried to comfort you. 

“No.” You mustered out from against his pajama shirt. “I’d rather forget, Bill.” You sniffed, trying not to break in his arms. You’d come to him in time and he knew that, but nightmares back to back weren’t common. His concern was more than valid.

“I know.” He cooed, “You’re okay, it’s okay. I love you. I’m here.” 

“I love you too.” You said taking in his warmth and breathing in his strong scent. It was comforting, he was comforting. The fact that your husband was safe and with you was grounding. “What time is it?” 

Bill squinted as he looked at his watch, “That time.” You sighed, not ready to face today. “I can get-.” 

“(Y/N)!” You heard Sydney yelling for you in her room. “(Y/N)! Wake up, wake up, wake up!” Her voice grew closer as did the sound of little fast footsteps. Your heart felt a little lighter as the excitement in her voice filled the negative dread that strangled you. Before you knew it the bedroom door had flung open and a little dark haired brown eyed girl crawled her way up your bed. 

You pulled yourself up and pried yourself away from Bill’s warm embrace. You opened your arms and Sydney was quick to find her way to your chest. “Well, good morning.” You said trapping her into a big hug, “Someone’s excited about a field trip!” You said in a sing-song voice as you rocked her side to side. 

“Really? A field trip?” Bill teased, pretending he had no recollection of the trip to the zoo that Sydney brought up about every five minutes. 

“Yes! I told you a bunch.”

“Oh, yeah! I remember, you’re going to the mines. About time they put your kids to work.” You chuckled before kissing Sydney on the cheek. 

“No! Bill, the zoo! I’m going to the zoo!” Sydney tried not to pout as she argued with her other foster parent. 

“What could possibly be at the zoo?” Bill scoffed as he scratched his head. 

“Animals. All sorts, too. Tigers! I’ll be able to see a real life tiger. Right, (Y/N)?” 

“Well that depends on if we get up, and moving, and get dressed.” You said letting go of Sydney, “So why don’t you go get changed into the clothes I laid out for you last night and I’ll meet you in your bathroom to brush your teeth. What’d you say?” 

“Okay.” Sydney began to crawl out of the bed excitedly and head towards the door before stopping, “I’m wearing the shirt with the tiger on it, right? That’s the one I picked.”

“Yes, the one with the tiger on it. You better hurry, we don’t want to be late.” 

“Right.” She sent a determined little nod your way before taking off. 

The room returned to silence as you got out of bed and went to pull the curtains open, allowing the natural light to flood the room. It was warm and inviting regardless of whether you mentally shunned it. 

“I’ll drop her off today.” Bill volunteered as he got up, “No protest, it’s on my way and you need to take it easy.” 

“I can handle a couple nightmares. I’ll be alright.” You sighed as you walked into the bathroom. Picking up your toothbrush and turning the handle as water began to come spouting out of the faucet. 

“I know you can, I’d just prefer if you took it easy, rest, start to come to terms with whatever has been haunting you.” Bill married you for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, the good, the bad, and the ugly. He knew your story as you knew his; and he still loved you. You still loved him. Rather it be your childhood or your past with the DSO, he was there. “I’m concerned. This is the fourth time this week and it’s only Wednesday.” He followed you into the bathroom and leaned against the doorway. His arms crossed and brows furrowed, his body language conveying the weight of his words. 

You spit into the sink, wiped your mouth, and then faced him. He was right, the sooner you faced it the sooner you could move on. You were just frustrated because you had made such big steps lately and now it felt like you were walking backwards again. You sighed, “I’ll give Ingrid a call, okay?” 

“Then when I get home we can talk about it.” He raised his brows as his gaze softened. 

“Yeah. We’ll talk about it.” You walked back over to him with a smile and wrapped your arms around his waist. “Please don’t worry too much. I’m okay.” You gently placed a little loving kiss on his arm, “Don’t be so dramatic, Billy.” You practically sung the version of his name, trying to get him to lighten up. 

William, otherwise known as Bill or Billy, was born in California and was raised there. Bill had a hard life and was also taken advantage of by something that no one could’ve controlled, it was a miracle he made it out alive. Eventually he packed up and got the hell out of dodge with no place in particular in mind; he just wanted to get away. He didn’t plan a single detail so crossing your path wasn’t a surprise, but staying on your path was. The life that he currently had wasn’t something he had ever pictured nor was it something he thought he deserved. Nevertheless, he was willing to do anything to keep it. 

He rolled his eyes as he unfolded his arms and wrapped them around you, “Shut up.” He leaned down so his lips could meet yours. You kissed him back as your arms snaked their way up his torso and around his neck while his hands held your hips. As you kissed him back the world around you started to fade ever so slightly, helping you push the nightmare in the back of your head into a room. 

“Yuck!” Sydney said breaking you away from him. 

“Yuck! Yuck?” Bill said in a false sense of disbelief. “I happen to let you know that (Y/N) doesn’t find me ‘yuck’ at all. Right, (Y/N)?” You were silent as you looked from Sydney to Bill, “Right?” 

“Your morning breath is a little yucky.” Bill placed a hand over his heart as if he were wounded, “but only a little bit. I still love you.” Bill sniffed, “You mean it?” 

You kissed his left cheek, “I love you.” You kissed his right cheek, “I love you.” And finally you kissed his lips, “I love you.” 

“Gross.” Sydney made a disgusted face and Bill mocked her. 

“Speaking of, let’s get your teeth brushed. Come on.” You let go of Bill and went to guide Sydney to her bathroom. You flashed Bill a smile as you left, placing a hand on the seven year old’s back. 

Sydney Lomis was put into the foster care system at the age of four. Her parents dealt substances from Maruianja to Crystal and probably beyond to the surrounding communities. Neglecting their only daughter up to their deaths, what all that Sydney had truly been through was unknown for the most part. She went to therapy at least once a week and for the most part her life was truly starting to begin. She’s lived with you and Bill for two years and slowly but surely you were on track to adopt Sydney. 

Walking into the bathroom you gesture for her to get on the stool in front of the sink. You recently had moved her into her own bathroom due to her positive reaction to sleeping in her own room. You grabbed her toothbrush as she turned on the water. 

“I hate this.” She mumbled as you wet the bristles and put the bubblegum flavored toothpaste on the brush.

“I know. I hated brushing my teeth at your age too. Open wide.” You started to brush her teeth and hummed as you did so, moving your body slightly to dance to the song. Trying to make the experience somewhat enjoyable. Sydney joined in shortly, “Alrighty, spit.” You grabbed a towel as she did so and wiped her face after she was done. “You hungry?” You asked her as your hands found your hips. She nodded and you smiled, “Thought so, let’s go make some breakfast.” 

As you both walked out of the bathroom and headed towards the kitchen Sydney started to go on a tangent about all the things she planned to do today and how she was so excited to finally see a real life tiger. Meanwhile you were only half listening to her while you focused on a tag sticking out from her shirt.

As she climbed into her seat she continued describing every little detail she knew about tigers. Their life span, on average how many strips they had, the fact that they were good swimmers. You grabbed the scissors, “You’ve got a runaway tag sweetheart, is it bothering you?” 

“No.” Sydney said as she reached for the back of her neck where her shirt rested. 

“Are you sure?” She was lying and you knew it.

“Yes.” You tried to bite back a sigh as you placed the scissors back in the drawer. You walked over to her and tucked the tag back into her shirt. 

“Alright, sweetheart.” You kissed the top of her head, “If it bugs you be sure to let the teacher know, okay?” You started to take her hair out of the braid you put in the night before as you scanned the room for a brush. You had what felt like a million of them hidden throughout the house, you just had to find it. 

“Okay, but tigers can roar so loud that they can be heard from a mile away…” She continued and as you smiled slightly, finding a brush on the breakfast bar. As you ran the brush through her hair you tried to focus on what she was saying and not the randomly highlighted parts of your nightmare. Like the sight of her lifeless, cold, unforgiving body in your arms while you pleaded for them to fix it and take you instead. 

“Is that okay, (Y/N)?” Sydney said pulling you back as you stopped brushing her hair. 

“Mhm?” You moaned. 

“If I name a tiger after you?” Your heart nearly shattered into a million pieces as she said it. 

“Me?” You asked as you turned to look her in the eyes.

“Yeah.” She looked a little embarrassed, but you just wrapped your arms around her. 

“I would be honored if you named a tiger after me.” Sydney didn’t call you mom even though you told her it would be okay. You figured she would come around when she was comfortable and that’s all you wanted, for her to be comfortable. “Toaster strudel for breakfast? Strawberry or blueberry?” You said as you let go of her headed for the fridge. 

“Strawberry.” She said in a defiant tone.

“Good choice.” You smiled as you went to get her breakfast ready. 

“What’d I miss?” Bill said, walking into the kitchen, ready for work. Truth be told he didn’t need a job, neither of you did. You were able to retire more than comfortably at your young age. But, you guess it was best to have busy hands and extra cash. 

“Strawberry toaster strudels for breakfast.” 

“Works for me. I’m going to drop you off at school today, Sid.” He said as he ruffled her just brushed head of hair. “Maybe we’ll take the scenic route, get there late, huh?” 

“He’s kidding.” You said as you carefully pulled the pastries from the toaster oven. 

“Am I?” He said as he stuck his tongue out. 

“You are.” You said setting the plates down and putting icing on Sydney’s while you threw his packet to him. 

They ate while you watched with a slight smile. Feeling warm as you basked in their presence. 

“Alright, Sid. Are you ready?” Bill asked as he got up from the chair. She didn’t even nod, just got up and grabbed her back pack. “Alright then.” He mumbled as you turned to grab her lunch out of the fridge. 

“Make sure she doesn’t forget this and slip her a couple twenties for the gift shop, okay.” You told Bill and handed him the pail. 

“Of course.” He came to meet you on the other side of the breakfast bar. His arms wrapped around your waist as he went to kiss your temple, “Call Ingrid, relax, and I’ll be home before you know it.” You nodded before you pecked a little kiss on his lips. 

“Let’s go.” Sydney’s voice cut its way between the two of you and you chuckled slightly. 

“Jesus, kid, I’m coming. Am I not allowed to kiss my own wife goodbye?” Sydney didn’t listen though as you heard the door open. “She doesn’t care.” 

“Why would she?” You kissed his cheek as you ushered him to go after her. “I’ll be okay.” 

“I know you will.” He let go of you and went after Sydney. “Wait up, kid! What did we tell you about running off without one of us?” He was still worried and he thought about calling out of work for the day, but knew if he did you’d just continue to dance around the subject. 

You let out a deep breath as you headed to the door to lock it and continue with the day. 

For the most part you did relax after cleaning up the kitchen. You took a long bath, did some laundry, and read a couple chapters in some random book you found. But you hadn’t picked up the phone, in fact you tried your best to not even look at it. 

You usually wouldn’t hesitate to call Ingrid. You two worked close together at the DSO and had become the best of friends. Often you would meet up with her once every couple of months, but talked to her on the phone regularly. She kept you up to date on the DSO drama and you told her the petty bickering you got into at the farmers market.

But you knew it was different. You had this gut feeling that when you called she wouldn’t answer and if you were lucky she would call you back in three weeks time. Any later and you knew what that meant. You feared what it meant. So with a deep breath you picked up the phone and called her. The phone rang as you tried to keep yourself from panicking. It’s alright, you had to remind yourself. Nightmares have no precedence in the real world. You just needed to breathe. 

“Hey, (Y/N)! I was just thinking about you.” Her voice seemed cheerful enough, but you knew something was off. Was it a real danger? Probably not, it sounded more like awkward timing. 

“Hunnigan, you got a minute?” You asked before fidgeting with your nails. 

“No, I’ll-.” She hesitated, unsure if the news she was about to share was even worth your time. 

“Hunnigan.” Your tone was firm as that feeling in your gut grew. “What’s going on? Are you ok-?”

“Have you seen Leon?” She just asked you flat out. You blinked in confusion. Leon? Leon Scott Kennedy? The agent that broke your heart? The agent you gave everything up for? 

“No.” Hunnigan knew that and truthfully her relationship with Leon hasn’t been the same since. But her agent was MIA and she was running out of places to look. “He died last night.” You said and then quickly followed up on, “In my nightmare. Haven’t actually seen him since my retirement party almost four years ago.” 

“He’s been MIA for nearly three days. This isn’t like him and I think-.” She stopped, “I don’t know what I think.” 

“I think he’s a damn idiot.”

“So you think he’s okay?” 

“He’s Leon fucking Kennedy, if you haven’t found his body he’s alive. That’s what matters.” Your heart rate grew as every single feeling you had felt today turned into rage. 

“Calm down, it was a real bad night, huh?” 

“You have no idea. We can talk about it later, just forget it for now.” 

“Noted.” She said and as silence filled the void between the two she really started to feel for you. 

“Ingrid, as soon as you find Leon let me know.” 

“Noted. Be careful.” She said before she hung up. You let out a deep sigh as the anxiety took hold of your main focus was protecting the people in this house. You were retired, but that didn’t mean safe. 

If Leon was missing it was bad news no matter how you flipped the coin. Leon’s smart and if he had an inkling that something was rotten there he tried to fix it, if it was too rotten? Leon would simply run and try to beat them at their own game. No corporation is ever truly innocent. If it had nothing to do with the DSO then he was in deep shit and was either running or dead. And Leon Kennedy never just fucking dies. 

You made your way down into the basement and to the gun safe. In all honesty you were not pro-gun, but being an ex agent, you have a couple for your protection. Your husband’s protection, your daughter’s protection. That being said, you didn’t have an arsenal, just a shotgun and a standard pistol. Nothing fancy. 

You grabbed the pistol and headed back up to the living room. You locked the basement door behind you and as you went for the phone to call Bill you noticed the window by the couch opened enough for a body to fit through. You were quick to the window and locked it. You weren’t in the basement long enough for more than one person to get in. You held the gun outwards, ready to shoot.

Carefully you walked forwards, examining as much as the room as quickly as possible. No sign of boot marks imprinted into the carpet or a hint of mud, blood, or the rest on any of the surfaces in your home. Slowly and carefully you pressed onward into the direction you assumed this intruder walked in. Trust your gut, you should’ve trusted your gut. You scold yourself as your palms grew sweaty and your breathing got harder to control. They could be in danger. They could be dead? It was never a nightmare. Your mind started to swim in circles as you started to lose your caution. 

So lost in the downward spiral of depression you didn’t notice a hand quickly and harshly grab the same hand that you held the gun in, causing the gun to go flying out of your hand and down the hall. It brought you back and it brought you back fast as you went to swing your other arm in the direction of what you calculated to be your intruder's face. Quickly though he caught your hand as you saw your intruder's face as you tried to yank your other hand free. 

“Leon?” You nearly shouted at him in utter anger. The confrontation turned as his grip on you tightened. 

He couldn’t help but to smile when he saw you, “You’ve grown soft.” He teased before you yanked your arms out of his grip. 

“What are you doing here? Are you insane?” You on the other hand didn’t meet Leon’s joy. You were furious, “Hunnagain is looking for you! Do you have any idea how worried she is? How worried she made me! Then you show up here, my house! My family’s house! What is wrong with you?”

“Look, I know.” Leon started as he raised his hands. Leon felt incredibly bad and he knew you didn’t want a thing to do with him after what he did. He wanted you happy, you deserved happiness. “I’m-.”

“No! I don’t think you do! You have just put-.”

“I didn’t know where else to go.” He cut you off and you just stared at him blankly. Unsure of what to do or what to say. “I’m sorry. I understand what I’ve done and I understand that nothing will make up for it. Trust me if I could’ve stayed out of your life I would.” You shot an icy stare at him, that came out wrong. He took a deep breath, “(Y/N). Please.”

He begged you. As you closed your eyes and took in a frustrated deep breath. You cursed him before your eyes connected with that ocean that you have always drowned in. 

“Alright, how can I help?” You gave in to him so easily. 

“Just. Let me buy some time.” 

“How long?”

“As long as you’ll let me.” Which meant anywhere from four to twenty-four hours. 

“Swear to me that if this goes south you save Sydney and you never look back.” 

“I swear to you.” Leon said, giving you his word. It was bittersweet seeing you like this, ready to throw it all on the line for your family. To see how far you have come, something he wanted, something he could have had. 

“You better.” You nodded, after everything you still trusted Leon. You always would. “Where are you hurt?” You asked as you went to his side. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, “We both know if you weren’t you would’ve easily had me in any position on the floor if you weren’t hurt.”

His face quickly heated as he slightly leaned against you and chuckled, “You’re still into that?”

 Your eyes widened briefly as your face turned a deep red fast, “You better shut your mouth before I kick you back out on your ass.” You helped him into the kitchen and sat him in a chair and finally examined all of him. 

He was just as handsome as ever even though he was obviously tired. There was a sizable gash near his abdomen that led up towards the back of his ribs. You cursed slightly under your breath as you grabbed a kitchen towel, “Jesus Christ, who did this to you?” Your eyes left the wound and met his. Leon couldn’t help his heart skipping a beat or the way you still looked at him with the utmost love. It didn’t last long though as your eyes left him to focus on his holster. 

“I’m not sure.” He admitted holding his arms up so you could undo it, “Yet. I have an idea.” Giving you something to chew on, but not anywhere near an answer. After setting the holster carefully on the counter you went for the hem of his shirt. Carefully you started pulling the shirt up and off and then disregarding it in the sink. 

“Stay put.” You warned as you went back towards your room to retrieve the first aid kit you had. 

“No problem.” Leon mumbled as he started to relax for the first time in days. He let out a soft grunt as he rolled his head back, shutting his eyes momentarily. Sleep sounded more than fantastic and if allowed himself to be would’ve started drifting off right there, but he knew better. As he opened his eyes he started examining your house. A simple little house that wasn’t too flashy, but with your sense of decor it really shined. It was warm, homey, and inviting. 

Changing directions he focused on the kitchen. A kid's drawing of a tiger held to the refrigerator with three alphabet magnets. A Viva Las Vegas magnet made to look like it was shining held up a picture of a stick figure family with their respective names above each one. The small green one with the Sydney written above it in a matching colored crayon with a backwards ‘S’. Leon knew of Sydney, in fact he knew a awful lot about her. Just because he wasn’t in your life anymore didn’t mean a thing. He put together pieces whenever Ingrid talked about you and he has done his fair share of snooping through the years. 

An actual photograph caught his eye next; a photo of you, Ingrid, and Bill in front of the eiffel tower. You hold the camera unaware of how Bill’s gaze was locked on you in admiration or how you had no idea he was going to ask you to marry him right after the photo. Leon’s jaw tightened as he turned his attention back to the living room. 

“Okay, so by the looks of it the wound doesn’t look deep enough to need any stitches, but infection is an immediate threat.” Your voice breaks the tension that Leon had created for himself. “So, that means with some cream and bandages this should practically be painless.” You got on your knees in front of him putting the first aid kit on the ground. You began treating it carefully, “Although I am no doctor, so please try and protect the area as much as possible.” 

Leon scoffed before looking down at you. Your body is slightly stiff as your movements remain slow and gentle. His gaze softened as he watched you pick up the alcohol and a washcloth. Carefully you held the washcloth under his wound before meeting his gaze, telling him exactly what was next. Leon just nodded and you pushed forward slowly pouring the liquid onto the wound. He snarled lightly and shut his eyes momentarily; alcohol on an open wound, a sting he would never get used too. 

“You’re okay.” You say with a little smile, teasing him slightly. He rolls his eyes and the room falls into silence. 

He wanted to know what you were thinking. He wanted to know what you were feeling. He wanted to know what your next move was. He wanted to know if you felt little sparks run up your spine whenever you just barely touched him. Did your stomach flip when he looked at you? Did you still hate him? 

“So, is it rotten?” You asked not to look at him and continued to take care of him. 

“It is looking that way.” 

You sighed before reaching his gaze, “Right. Do you have a plan?” You begin to bandage him up as he adjusts himself to let you work.

“It’s in the works.” It was rough to admit, but it was better than saying nothing. You tsk as you finish and stand up taking the first aid kit with you. “Right now I just have to lay low until I can meet Chris and get it settled.”

“What about Ingrid?” Worry laced in each word.

“Huningan is fine and will be kept safe.” He assured you. You just nod before fishing his shirt out of the sink and pitching it. 

You head back to your room, “Feel free to move to the couch, I’m going to go get you a shirt before someone gets the wrong idea.” 

He chuckles before standing and pushing in the chair. As he takes a seat on the couch he notices a framed picture of you and Bill at the altar. His arms wrapped around your waist holding you closely to him and your arms wrapped around his neck as you planted a kiss on his cheek. Leon was there that day, you didn’t know it. He snuck his way in and watched the ceremony. Listened to your vows. He even got absolutely hammered at the reception.

You walked back into the room with a clean shirt; along with a pillow and blanket under your arm, “You can stay here for the night. When Bill gets home I’ll whip something up quickly for dinner and we will take Sydney-.” 

“Do you love him?” He cut you off as his eyes locked with yours. The question took you aback. Leon’s gaze became uncomfortable with each passing millisecond. 

“I do.” You answer, “I do very much.” You answer him. Leon’s face fell even more, it was stupid to hope for anything different; but he selfishly did. 

“He doesn’t treat you badly, does he?” He doesn’t, Leon knows. If Leon knew that Bill wasn’t any good he would’ve gotten rid of him long ago. 

“He doesn’t, never has.” You started to get angry with Leon as it came out short, “Here.” You handed him the shirt and went to put the blanket and pillow on the couch. 

“I’m sorry.” He apologized quickly and softly, “I just have to make sure you’re happy.”

“My happiness is none of your concern.” There it was, his damn question was answered. You still hated him. “As I was saying, Bill and I will take Sydney to our cabin. I’ll leave them there and meet you wherever is next.” 

“What? No.” He took a step closer to you, “You are not meeting me anywhere. You’re retired.” His tone was firm, he had already put you in enough danger by just being here. 

“You will not tell me what I will do. You need as many hands as possible.” 

“Not yours.” He stated through gritted teeth, “You have a daughter to protect.”

“And I am protecting her!” You screamed at him. You couldn’t believe the audacity he had to bring up Sydney, “I am getting her out of dodge! I am getting my husband out of here! If the DSO is fucked it’s only a matter of time the world is! I will be damned if my daughter doesn’t get to know a normal world, so I am going to help you fix this and then she is going to live the best damn life I can give her!” 

“You can’t give her that if you’re not here!”

 You scoffed, “You can not yell at me about this!” He had no right to get you tied up in this in the first place. 

“I can and I will! You are staying-!” He was cut off as the front door started to creek open. Leon was quick to grab your once disregarded handgun from the floor where you dropped it. He was quick on his feet as his frame blocked yours from the doorway. “Do. Not. Move.” He instructed you quietly. 

“I just don’t understand why the obvious choice-.” You heard Bill’s voice. 

“Stand down.” You put a hand gently on Leon’s back. “Please. I don’t want her to see this. This is her home.” You pleaded as your other hand met his elbow. Your touch was so warm and you were so close, how could you still handle him like this? He lowered the gun as his gaze met yours. His gaze made your knees weak, after everything you were still such a sucker, “Thank you.” He studied your face, you had aged but still were just as beautiful as the day he first laid his eyes on you. 

“What’s going on?” Bill asked, cutting through what felt like hours of eye contact. His hand covered Sydney’s eyes as you pulled yourself away from Leon’s side and over to your husband and daughter. Leon set the gun down on the coffee table before going to put on the shirt you got him. 

“Relax.” Leon said as he saw you pick up Sydney and lean against Bill, “Nothing is going on.” 

“We gotta move though. A trip to the cabin?” Your eyes met Bill’s telling him the next course of action. “Just a fun little vacation.” You said looking at Sydney, “How’s that sound, hun?” 

“I have school.” Sydney went to defend cautiously, glancing at Leon. He sent her a small smile with a tiny wave. 

“I know, sweetheart. Something has popped up and I have to help that knucklehead over there.” 

“Knucklehead?” Sydney laughed, “He’s a knucklehead?” 

“The biggest.” Leon smiled warmly, “Although I prefer to go by my name. My name’s Leon.” Leon moved over cautiously as he held out his hand to shake hers, “What’s yours?” 

“Sydney.” She said, taking his hand cautiously, “Bill calls me Sid and (Y/N) calls me sweetheart.” 

“Sydney? What a great name, well it’s my pleasure to meet you, Sydney.” He said gently as he shook her hand. 

“Let’s go get you packed real quick? You can tell me all about the zoo as well.” 

“Oh!” Sydney remarked remembering what she wanted to tell you as she let go of Leon’s big hand, “I named a tiger after you, I did!”

“You did? Tell me all about it.” You nodded slightly at Leon as you left for Sydney’s room. Leon watched you walk away and for a minute daydreamed that he was standing in Bill’s place and not his own.  

“She was supposed to call Ingrid.” Bill’s voice cut through it though, “What are you doing here?” 

Leon defended himself, “I had nowhere else to turn. It was a last resort.”

“Right.” Bill scoffed, “Whatever brings you here, I want you out.”

“Why’d she have to call Ingrid for? Is she okay?”

“She’s fine.” Bill said through gritted teeth. 

“You have given me reason to believe otherwise.” Leon started, glaring at Bill, “Look, I’m going to be hitting the road soon anyway. (Y/N)’s plan is to take you and Sydney up to your cabin up north and leave you and Sydney there and meet me-.”

“Not happening.” Bill cut him off returning the daggers that Leon had sent him. 

“She’s not meeting me anywhere and I’m leaving it up to you to make sure she doesn’t. Keep her there, keep her safe. I’ll be there to retrieve you all when this is dead and buried.” Leon said as he went to grab his holster.

“She didn’t just give you the location of the cabin and I’m not either.” Bill furrowed his brows as he crossed his arms. 

Leon couldn’t help but to chuckle, “No need. I’m a DSO agent, if there is something I want to know I will find it.” As he fastened the straps he added, “Same goes for if I want to hide something. I hide it.” 

“How long have you been watching?” Bill knew exactly what Leon was on to and it infuriated him to no end. Bill loved you and knew that he wouldn’t be able to piece himself back together if you left with Leon. Leon was his greatest fear. 

“Long enough.” Since the beginning of the end. Leon watched you break at the altar that he couldn’t walk down. Leon watched you retire from the DSO shortly after. Leon watched you begin a normal life. Leon watched you date crummy person after crummy person until you met Bill. He watched it all. “After this I’ll make sure that adoption paperwork gets pushed through.”

“Okay, I think you’re all set.” You said walking into the kitchen and setting Sydney’s bags on the breakfast bar, Sydney right on your tail. 

“There was a baby tiger too, I named her after me. Even though she had an official name, I didn’t like it.” She rambled as you picked her up and sat her in a chair. 

“Stop for a minute, okay? I need to tell you something very important. Can you listen to me very carefully for a minute?” Sydney nodded and you smiled warmly, “Good.” You pointed to Leon, “See even though you just met Leon, I have known him for a very very long time.”

“How long?” 

“Way before you were even born.”

“Before me?”

 You nodded, “So I can say that I trust Leon very much. So much so that I trust him with you.” You continue to break his heart and break Bill’s along with it. 

“I just met him, though. He’s like a stranger. You said stranger danger.” 

“That is true, but this time is very different.”

“Why?” She questioned and your heart shattered. Peering into her big innocent eyes as you had to figure out how to re-teach every lesson you had taught her. 

“Because something has happened and there is nothing I, or Bill, or Leon could’ve stopped. So right now we have to do our best to trust.” You tried not to cry as you felt so much love for this little girl that it hurt to try and explain how rotten things could get. “So Bill and I are going to take you on a little vacation and we are going to try our best to wait all of it out. But if something happens to me, or Bill, I want you to go to Leon and never look back. He will take care of you.” Your eyes left Sydney’s and found Leon’s, “He swore to me that he would take care of you.” Sydney turned in her chair and looked at Leon, “Right, Leon?” 

“Right.” You sniffed and looked back to Sydney. 

“See?”

“But, why would I have to-?”

“I don’t know. Things just happen sometimes, sweetheart.” Bill’s brows furrowed as he shut his eyes. He didn’t need to hear this. Sydney didn’t need to hear this. So he left the kitchen. Your eyes followed him as you stood and just as you went to call after him Sydney spoke. 

“Mom?” She asked, fear evident in her voice. “Where is dad going?” Your heart broke as you stifled a sob and looked back at her. 

“To pack. We’ve gotta get moving soon, honey.” You managed to get out while biting back a sob. Leon’s blood boiled as he approached you and Sydney. 

“Go get packed, I’ll watch her.” Leon said and you nodded.

“I’ll be back sweetheart. Just sit tight with Leon. Get to know him a little more so you can trust him like I do, okay?” Sydney grabbed the hem of your shirt, “I will be right back, I promise.” You kissed her forehead as she let go of you and you headed for the bedroom after Bill. 

“So tigers, huh?” Leon asked, trying to lighten the mood, “Don’t they have like a million stripes?” 

“They only have a hundred, which is still a big number.” Sydney corrected him as her attention shifted from the empty hallway and to Leon. 

“Really? I’m intrigued, tell me more.” Leon smiled as he leaned against the breakfast bar. 

“What is wrong with you? Running off like that?” You try not to yell as you shut the door behind you.

“Wrong with me? You have got to be joking?” Bill was appalled by the fact that now you wanted to fight with him. 

“Yes, what is wrong with you? You could’ve said something; helped me explain, or at least backed me up, that’s what parenthood is!”

“Explain to a seven year old that her mother is running off with her ex-lover to save the world and probably die in the process! Her second mother with a bullet in between her eyes! Is that what you wanted me to tell her while you told her that you trusted a man who hasn’t been in your life since he left you at the altar! Are you fucking nuts?” Bill boiled over the edge and you just threw your arms in the air and went rummaging through drawers. 

“We are not arguing right now! We most certainly aren’t arguing over this!” You threw various articles of clothing onto the bed in a fit of rage as you continued to bite back tears. 

“Why not? Does the topic of him make you uncomfortable? Make you freeze up? Because it makes me! You left this life behind and he saunters in here and all of sudden this responsibility is thrust upon you- and regardless of everything that you have- you are going to go running to take care of it!”

You slammed the drawer shut and faced Bill, “He had nowhere else to go! I wasn’t going to turn him away!” You finally gave as tears streamed down your face. 

“Wasn’t or couldn’t?” Was all Bill asked as he looked you dead in the eyes. The eyes he peered into this morning with so much love that he was convinced that nothing would ever separate the two of you. With doubt he carefully pressed forward, “Do you still love him?” 

“I love you!” You yelled at him.

“That’s not what I asked and you know it.” You scoffed as you walked past him and into the closet to grab a suitcase.

“Well that’s your answer.” You said cruelly as you made your way back into your room and through the suitcase on the bed. Bill’s heart shattered as he finally let himself begin to cry. Anger coursed through his blood stream as he hit the side of the door before going into the closet and grabbing some clothes off of the hangers. 

After unzipping the suitcase and throwing clothes into it you went and reached under the bed for the small safe you had with all of your medical records, social security cards, fake IDs, and a small handgun. Taking out the gun you put it in the waistband of your pants and put the documents into the suitcase. 

Bill came back into your room and put a collection of yours and his clothes into the suitcase. 

“You’re staying with us in the cabin. We already decided.” Bill got out behind tightly closed lips. 

“No, I have to help him finish-.”

“No, you have to keep your daughter safe. He knows where the cabin is, and said he’d find us when it was all done.”

“I don’t care what he says-.”

“Do you care what I say?” He cut you off and stared you down with a fire of a thousand suns. This rage you haven’t ever seen in Bill and it caused you to freeze. 

“Yes.” You admitted softly as you stepped back from the situation and your hand found his. 

He softened and sniffed, “Then stay. Please. Stay with me.” Tears fell down his face as your other hand cupped his face. 

“Okay. Okay. I’ll stay.” His hand found yours as he gripped it tightly and kissed your palm. 

“Promise?” He asked, he begged. 

“Promise.” You brought your lips to his and kissed him gently. As his arms wrapped around you and deepened the kiss he couldn’t bring himself to call your bluff. He just wanted to savor you against him for as long as he could. You pulled away from him, “We have to go.” 

“I know.” He said and you zipped up the suitcase. You both dried your eyes and you sniffed. He picked up the suitcase and you both left the bedroom and met Sydney and Leon in the kitchen. Sydney was laughing as you gazed over to Leon with a sad little smile. 

“Looks like you’re ready to go.” Leon started, returning your sad smile. 

“Are you ready, Sid?” Bill asked as he took her hand. 

“Yep! I’m ready.” Sydney said, getting down from the chair still holding Bill’s hand. 

“Leon, you take Bill’s car and we will take mine.” You instructed as you grabbed the keys that hung by the door. “Don’t worry, it’s fully covered so when you wreck it don’t feel too bad.” You joked, handing the keys to Leon. 

“Thanks.” He chuckled, “For everything.” You nodded. 

“You’re welcome.” Bill said glaring at Leon while he led Sydney out of the house and to the car. 

You sighed, “You’re welcome.” You both stared at each other in silence. Sharing something that shouldn't be. Regret? Anger? Love? 

“Motherhood looks good on you.” He said, unsure of what to say, just knowing he still wanted to talk to you.

“I think so too.” Guilt shooting up your spine as soon as you recognized it that you wished that you would have grown into it with him. “Leon,-.” You started and then stopped. “Please be careful. I don’t want to live my life knowing that you aren’t out there.”

Leon took in a sad breath, before plastering on a smile, “I’ll notify you as soon as this is done.” You returned his smile and headed towards the door and to the car. Your family was waiting on you and time was starting to tick. 

As Leon heard the car start and back out of the driveway he waited until he could no longer hear the subtle rumbling of the engine to confess, “I still love you.” 

[pfhwrittes]

Hi! This may be totally weird, but I had a thought the other day, and I didn’t really know who would best be able to answer it. I can’t really head canon it myself due to lack of lived experience as I did not grow up around this creature’s influence, but do you think any of the 141 were traumatized by Mr. Blobby when they were kids?

I feel like Price and Simon are probably around the right age to have seen it when the show first started airing, but maybe by the time Gaz and Soap got old enough to watch it there was enough time to be warned about the character beforehand. But that’s as far as my Southern USAmerican brain can get me.

p.s. thank you for all your Brit picking posts!!! I appreciate you offering us your knowledge ♡

hi anon!

firstly, it's entirely my pleasure to help out with brit-picking stuff! i'm always happy to ramble on about the weirdness of british stuff. feel free to pop back any time you like if you have a question for me, i promise i'll do my best to help and if i get stuck i'll try to point you in the right direction 💜

secondly, oh jesus fucking christ. mr blobby. i'm a little traumatised from mr blobby and i'm closer to gaz and soap's canonical ages according to the fandom wiki (apparently gaz was born in '93 and soap was born in '96).

i actually think ghost and price managed to avoid being traumatised by mr blobby as they're older but soap and gaz? traumatised for fucking sure.

why? i'll put an image under the cut for you.

TELL ME THAT ISN'T THE MOST CURSED FUCKING THING YOU'VE EVER SEEN?!

i was going to link some videos to mr blobby on youtube but honestly i don't want to subject myself to mr blobby any more than necessary!

anyway, thank you for dredging up my long buried memories of mr blobby, anon! have a good timezone!

[pepsicoladotorg]

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KANKRI VANTAS

[kyeterna]

"Oh General, what did you witness the night of the tragedy?

Oh General, could you have even known that your inability to act doomed the world?"

The Army of the Primordial Flame, the only strictly military guild- working directly under the Fourth Overseer, has been known for its expansionist expeditions throughout the world. Expedition "AURORA" was one like many. To lead such an expedition means your strategic skill has been acknowledged by the Fourth Overseer himself, the greatest honour. Gale was never really religious, he didn't care much about the Fourth's vision of the world. He just liked the prestige and importance that came with his role. And he was good at it.

The expedition was successful, only taking 4 months with no casualties. Back at Farport, he had managed to return with all 560 soldiers and mercenaries contracted from the Pharus Guild alive. Their trip back to Arkhan would have taken 3 days by boat. As Volkan had warned him; "It would be the best course of action, after all I have good reason to believe you might get attacked by enemy guilds on your way back. Keep an eye out for ambushes". The god couldn't accompany them as he had other matters to attend to. But Gale had other plans. His wife had given birth to their first kid just 2 months prior and his home, Spithol, was less than a day away. Sure it was the opposite direction than their destination, but surely it should be safe. There was no way any other guilds could have possibly known about the detour. And he missed his family so much.

They were at the town gates by evening. A joyous occasion, worthy of festivities. By night an entire festival was ready for both the civilians and the soldiers to enjoy. A celebration of the success and safe return. In honour of the hero of the town Gale. What later turned into the event known as the Unyielding Flame Massarce.

After a few hours of time with his family, plenty of food and a couple of drinks, movement away from the venue caught Gale's eye. A little drunk but still aware enough of his surroundings he ventured deeper into the dark alleyways of the town. At that point people were either fast asleep in their houses or still celebrating at the centre of the town, so the only light by now was coming from the clear starlit sky. A moment of peaceful quiet. The general slowly breathed in. The scent of the night humidity and- gunpowder?

What a terrible time to be drunk. After investigation, as much as one can investigate when under the influence, he realised that most of the town seemed to have been trapped. But no sign of culprits- everyone he had seen up to that point were people he knew. None of them could have done this, right? He ran to the town walls, towards the gates. Frozen shut via an impenetrable substance. Upon further investigation he came to the grim realisation that they were all trapped inside for good. As he looked for potential suspects or ways out if the worst was to happen he came across one of the people contracted from the Pharus guild. "We are in trouble- have you seen anyone suspicious around town?". A pause. It was too dark for Gale to read that man's expression. "No- not that I am aware-" "You need to warn the rest of the crew, we have to find a way to evacuate everyone" another pause. "Sure".

After minutes pass with no news from the crew or any results from his investigation, he headed towards the centre himself. And in the distance, in the sky, he could clearly see smoke. Mind racing he ran towards the festival. Tripping on his way back- what a terrible time to be drunk- he came across that same mercenary holding a torch. Making eye contact they both froze. Adam- he thinks that was his name, stared at him like a deer caught in headlights. Gale tightened the grip on his sword. He thought he understood what was happening in front of him. He thought for a moment that of course this was happening. He thought of killing the man in front of him. But he hesitated. At a standstill he couldn't help but think how much he just wanted to see his wife and daughter. The sound of explosions and loud screaming brought him back to reality. And he ran towards his home. Letting the man go.

It didn't take long for the fire to spread throughout the city. It didn't take long for the laughter of joy from the festivities to be turned into screams for help. It didn't take long for the smoke to overtake all the senses. Chaos and confusion spread. Gale tried directing his crew to help the people calm down- but where would they go? There was no escape, none that he could find. It didn't take long till the men in his crew who weren't consumed by the flames starting fighting each other. And all Gale could think about at that moment was how badly he wished to see his wife and daughter. He ran and ran, burnt corpses surrounding him. The smell of smoke and burnt flesh slowly choking him. His armour suffocating him, oh how badly he wanted to get rid of it. But it was his only protection from the fire. And he ran as towering flames grazed him. And he ran tripping on collapsed people, some still conscious enough to scream in pain. Maybe they were all cursing him at that moment. But all he could think about was how badly he wished to see his wife and daughter.

When he finally arrived at his home, it was completely ablaze. "Lyn?!" He shouted, choking on some of the smoke. No response. He jumped inside and looked around. He couldn't see anything but fire and smoke. Parts of the roof had already collapsed. And as he walked forward the floor beneath him crumbled and he fell in the basement, which had been untouched from the fire. As he was attempting to stand up again more debris fell on him, knocking him unconscious.

Hours passed before he finally got up to the first light of dawn. He slowly stood up, and made his way upstairs. By now his house had been completely burnt. Looking outside there were still fires burning some of the houses but he couldn't hear anything or anyone else. He walked further inside the house. A burnt corpse hunched over the what used to be a cradle. Ah. He sat there for what felt like ages, staring at the gruesome sight in front of him. He got to live out of sheer dumb luck. Just dumb luck.

When evening started approaching he just walked out. Very few fires were still burning in the distance, only some smoke now visible. He started looking around the streets and houses for anyone alive. He made sure to count them all. 2, 5, 10, 27, 42, 75, 100, 341, 784, and the number kept growing, and growing. People he could no longer recognise, people he had grown up with, people he had fought with, people he had so horribly failed. 1207 civilians dead. 558 soldiers dead. 1 missing person. Only survivor- Gale himself. By night he reached the gates of the town. Still completely frozen shut. And so he dug.

What followed after was a haze. He just walked for days, dwelling on that night. Ways he could have prevented it, ways it could have been better. Plagued by images of that night, all the victims. Why did they have to die. Why did he have to live.

A chuckle echoed in his ears. He looked up and saw a figure of legend. At least he thought he saw Her. It had to be. White robe, blindfold, the three halos decorating Her head, the pale hair and complexion. The doting Mother, Creation, Amatheia. She was smiling at the man. A smile that invoked fear. She reached Her hand out. The Witness of the end, of fates worse than death. And the verdict was decided.

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Have some stills I like

(for the previous one i like both cleaned up and sketch versions a lot)

[henny-hen-hen]

I use character ai way too much and it shows

It always devolves into this kafkaesque chicken fetish