#use the copies and destroy the copies so not even the killer knows what went down.

[protagonistscum]

if i was an unethical hero commission agent in bnha pre-canon, twice would've been recruited SO fast. like COPIES of your well trained spies/assassins and all you need to do is make twice feel at home and cared for? obvious play.

[krombopulos-mercenary]

Micheal's attempt at imploring for Rick to work with him hadn't been meant to come out as passionate as it ended up being, 'baby' popping out of his mouth flaps was a surprise even to himself. So the open affection that lit up Rick's face took the gromflomite off balance a bit.

When was the last time Rick had looked at him like that?

When had anyone else really looked at Micheal like that?

The moment is short lived; Rick changing gears as his expression turns into a frown and he starts telling the killer off. His grip on Mike's hand turning vice like, though the bug man barely reacts to the pressure on his strong claw.

Mike lets the human go off, feeling as if he were seeing Rick in a new light. And not just because of the fact that the terrible hallway lighting just seemed to highlight every wrinkle and worry line on the drug dealer's pallid face. That scar across Rick's lips was still new but had healed over nicely, it's presence making the older man's mouth do interesting things as he spoke. As he panted from exertion after expressing so much built up fear and self doubt in the form of anger.

"I—! I-I can’t lose you. You’re all that I have."

Once more, off balance.

The gromflomite is silent for a moment. And then his other hand came up to cup the human's cheek. His thumb moving to swipe up one of those bigger tears that were threatening to fall.

"......I'm sorry, Rick. I'm sorry I'm still such a brainwashed tin soldier that I don't.....I don't think about my own safety enough.....I'm sorry you're actually worried that I'd even consider taking Ken up on his offer. I'm sorry our plan to get into the prison went so tits up. I genuinely thought it'd be a matter of just taking my knife off of Flannax' ooze covered corpse, and when that wasn't the case...we should've just ran for it..."

But the knife thing went beyond just Flannax now. Or the walking corpse of the former commander Flannax had apparently become, better said. Mike was beyond thinking of stupid military rituals. Oh, to actually be able to sit down and try to make the human understand everything-!

"And I'm sorry for.....what happened afterward. I don't know how to express how everything I did and said wasn't some unfiltered truth or fuck, I don't know what you think it was Rick. But I wish you'd listen more to me when I'm in my right mind, and not when my brain is showing just how fucking broken it is...how much of a broken puppet I am."

Micheal shook his head a little, he was losing focus and needed to get back on track.

"Look. I know you're scared shitless. So am I. The last thing I want is you and Amy in anymore danger. You are all that I have left. But you have more of your brain than you think you do! Rick, when we were put through the mind meld your brain nearly melted mine into fucking goo! It wasn't the machines that would've rendered me catatonic, it was the sheer weight of your mind against my own. It was all my brain could do to copy some of yours onto it."

He squeezes Rick's cheek lightly, red faceted eyes staring into human blue ones.

" I've been working on the black hole calculations! Do you remember that corner of my room, back at my apartment?!"

Well, "old" apartment now. For sure if it wasn't destroyed by lizardperson now, they'd never be allowed back -

"The one with all the notes and equations! I-I-I can't work on the knowledge alone for too long before it becomes to much for me, b-but in little bits I'd been able to work on what was missing last time. A-and on the details for a better mechanism! The biggest mistake was trying to do a portal gun instead of a stationary gateway!"

His grasper moves from cheek to shoulder, Micheal's face just a few inches from Rick's own now.

"Rick. They will find us. You and I both know we don't have a choice in that. What we can choose, is whether they find us with their ticket to Hell or not. We don't have to stay here, but we need to make the black hole."

Continued from (X)

[saudade-mayari]

Hello author-Chan! Could you do a shikamaru x fem nsfw? Kinda like a enemies to lovers type of story :)

His Eyes

Shikamaru x fem! reader

summary: You are captured and held in Konoha to repent on your mistakes but you couldn’t stop thinking to this particular man who outsmarted and humiliated you in all possible ways.

warnings: 18+ content, angst and unprotected sex

a/n: I got inspired by the song Neovaii- Your eyes while writing this

You stared at the cold bitter prison floors as you heard the footsteps coming towards your jail. You never bothered looking up, your hands trembling in anger and your blood boiling in desperation to kill him.

Nara Shikamaru. You kept drilling to your mind. You gave in, you let him in and he outsmarted you. He was weak, so he used his brains to get the intel he desperately needed and took advantage of you.

The fucked up shinobi system killed your entire family, your entire clan and when the great nations united after the fourth shinobi war you’re still alone.

Those eyes, what a liar.

You heard the familiar sound of metals, two anbu guards unlocking the bar and even removed the chains on your hand. The silver haired man stood in front of you as his hands crossed. The Sixth Hokage. Hatake Kakashi.

“Aren’t you even afraid I might attack you? Are Konoha ninjas this reckless? Why am I being unchained? Go ahead and order my execution already, Hokage.��� You snarled at him, your eyes constantly fixed to the sixth hokage but he never backed down and showed who are really superior among the both of you.

“I do not know why, but my advisor desperately asked to release you.” You clenched your fist. You know you are as skilled as many shinobi but you just know you cannot take on the Hokage, the former Copy Cat Ninja who is said to gain the susano’o without the Uchiha bloodline

“That man is nothing but a liar and he did it under your orders!”

“We needed to investigate the crime scenes happening on various villages that you caused.”

You never answered. Yes it was true you killed dozens of civilians and shinobis who took part on killing your family. There’s only one of them that’s left and it is the future head of the clan responsible for your family’s death, Nara Clan.

Suddenly, a silhouette of the familiar pony tailed man that took advantage of your feelings appeared on the premises. You balled your fist harder, desperately wanting to kill him.

A spitting image of the killer of your family.

“He said you did nothing wrong and you were only a victim of this shinobi system. Everyone lost someone important from the horrors of the past as well. It’s time we change this system and move towards a path of peace.” The Sixth Hokage answered and before he leaves the premises he tapped Shikamaru’s shoulder that gave him a nod in response.

The cold floors, eerie breeze of the prison doubled. You stared at him, desperately trying to hold back your tears as the memories from that night appeared on your mind again. He destroyed you. When you thought you found the light, you’d always end up shattered.

You trusted him.

“Let’s go outside first, I’ll help you find an inn to stay for some short while.” He said non-chalantly.

“I do not need your pity Nara.”

“Just at least let us find you a place to stay for the night.” He answered, completely ignoring your phrases.

All you ever did was to agree and follow him. As both of your reached the room, an anbu guarding him was finally gone. This was your chance. Just a yield of your hand signs can kill him but you can’t, you just can’t. For the second time you gave in to this man that once fooled you.

“You have your chance. Kill me. Hurt me now, give back what my clan did to yours. You know I am weak and I can’t fight you in close to close combat.”

In an instant, you teleported to his direction, slamming his back to the wall of the inn. Your tears streaming down to your cheeks. “You lied to me. You used me.”

“I need to know the reason why you went to various villages to kill the civilians.” He answered

“I trusted you!!” You exclaimed, not bothering on the tears constantly falling to your cheeks. Your grip on his Konoha flak jacket is getting tight and his hands snaked to your waist. He softly held you but he did not even try to get away from your grip.

“I need to know what my clan did to your family.”

“Liar.” His grip on your waist pulled you close to him. You felt your knees getting weak by the familiar sensation you once shared with him.

“What happened between us is never a lie y/n.”

You gave out a tired smirk. You just had enough of his lies. You just want to die and disappear from the stupidity of falling inlove to your family’s enemy.

“Your eyes Shikamaru are just so good on lying.”

“y/n...”

“I should have stopped...When I noticed those eyes.” You answered trembling as his hands went up to your wet cheeks.

“What I felt was true. I couldn’t face you when I got the answer I need. I love you.”

“You used me for intel. You laid me down for an intel!!! You gave me stupid promises for a goddamned intel!!! YOU EVEN RESORTED ON SAYING YOU LOVE ME FOR SUCH STUPID INTE-”

His lips smashed to yours, his hands cupped your cheeks and you closed your eyes as more tears kept on falling. No you can’t. Not with the enemy.

“It’s true.. I do love you.. So bad...” He muttered as his kiss went down to your jaw

“That I’m even willing to get killed by your hands... Just to prove I’m yours... Just for you to be mine again...” His other hand tightened it’s grip to your waist.

“I’m never yours!! Stop acting like you own me!”

He kissed you once again, more aggressive and more passionate. Your foreheads and tip of noses touched as he stared at you with those eyes. “But I am yours.. Just yours... y/n... I can’t let you go..”

He caressed your cheeks, an instinctive you find so comforting. “Please... believe me...” He said, his voice cracking and your eyes slowly softened by the desperate look he had. Anytime soon he may be fooling you again but you yourself knows how much you needed him.

“S-shikamaru..” A smile formed on his lips upon hearing you mutter his name. You finally kissed him, your desires taking over by the man that you love. You wrapped your arms around him and both of his hands are on jumbles as he tried to loosen the hem of your skirt.

You didn’t care already. You need him. You love him.

Shikamaru gently placed you down the bed, his eyes looking at you with passion and lust as he took off your long skirt, shirt and watched your breast fall free from his sight. He goes back to kissing your neck, leaving the love marks that you loved. You involuntarily held his shoulder and Shikamaru moaned in pleasure as he felt your pelvis pressed against him while you slowly rubbed his bulging manhood with one of your thighs.

“Shit.. y/n..”

His hands snaked down to your cunt, ripping off the undies that set up as a barrier and started rubbing it with preassure

His fingers entered your core, you held the sheets tighter as he watched you moan his name. Shikamaru goes back to kissing your breast, down to your stomach and finally to your aching core. He gave you such lust filled look as his tongue slowly licked your cunt in an upward manner while thrusting two of his fingers inside and out.

Your hands finally held his hair, the way you grabbed his hair and ground your steaming cunt to his face turned him on. He never stopped licking and pushing his fingers inside as your legs start to constrict and you scream his name while he gave the release you desperately wanted.

“Shika I-”

The hot velvety liquid that flowed out your cunt was licked off clean by Shikamaru and goes back to your top, caressing your face and giving you soft kisses. His lips landed to your forehead and smiled.

“I can stop if you want y/n. I will not leave not unless you tell me so.”

You frowned. You’re core is aching but as well your heart. The fact that both of you will not end together because of your clans breaks your heart.

But just this time. Just this last time.

[marty101sblog]

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a

class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told

his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever

wrote.." It also was the last.

Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving

home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen Pierce Road in

Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck

unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family

portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think

we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of

the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life

after death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see

him."

Brian's Essay: The Room...

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room.

There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with

small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list

titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which

stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction,

had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to

catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and

began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that

I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I

knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my

life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a

detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled

with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and

exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense

of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if

anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The

titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books I Have Read,"

"Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at ." Some

were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my

brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger",

"Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be

surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I

hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could

it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these

thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth.

Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the

files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly and yet

after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it,

shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew

that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through

my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size

and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.

I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal

rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these

cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane

frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it

and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the

floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out

a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my

forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it... The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel with."

The handle was brighter than those around it, seemed newer, almost unused. I

pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell

into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They

started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I

cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file

shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this

room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the

tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as

He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His

response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw

a sorrow deeper than my own.

He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read

every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He

looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger

me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again.

He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things.

But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of

the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over

mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say

was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these

cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, and so alive. The

name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took

the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't

think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it

seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up,

and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were

still cards to be written.

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."-Phil. 4:13 "For God

so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him

shall not perish but have eternal life." If you feel the same way forward it

so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My "People I shared the

gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours?

You don't have to share this with anybody, no one will know whether you did

or not, but what do you feel in your heart? .....I pulled this from my other page. Please feel free to share this❤

[swan-of-sunrise]

The Winter Soldier (Chapter Six)

Summary: (Y/N) and the others successfully abduct a high-level Hydra operative, who provides them with information on Hydra’s bone-chilling plan.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings/Disclaimers: Brief description of a panic attack

A/N: Hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Six (Previous Chapter)

“How in the hell did you come up with this plan?”

(Y/N) and Natasha were using binoculars to stare out the window of an abandoned apartment at a small courtyard situated between a tall building and a crowded outdoor café, where Sam was currently sitting and enjoying an iced tea; Steve was sitting in Sam’s car and parked around the corner, at the ready just in case the plan didn’t work. Once (Y/N) told the others her plan to abduct Sitwell and they’d taken a quick trip to Fort Meade for the EXO-7 Falcon pack, Natasha had hacked into the Hydra operative’s digital planner; she discovered in his itinerary that he’d be in a meeting with Senator Stern all morning in the building across the street, and then she’d managed to remotely clone Director Pierce’s cell phone.

Glancing away from her binoculars, (Y/N) flashed Natasha a bright smile. “It wasn’t that hard; part of it’s from a scene in my novel, actually. This is how Amelia – she’s the main character, by the way – tricks an enemy agent into giving her important information on her case.” She pulled the laser pointer integral to their plan out of her pocket and twirled it around her fingers. “Pretty cool, huh?”

“You’re in the wrong line of work, (Y/L/N). You’d make a good spy.”

(Y/N) chuckled bashfully and turned back to her binoculars. “Thanks, but I think I’ll stick to writing. Less of a risk of being shot at, you know.”

“Well, not many writers would just up and volunteer to try and take down a covert terrorist organization.” Although she said it in an off-hand manner, (Y/N) could tell that Natasha was genuinely curious about her off-the-cuff decision.

“I’m not usually an impulsive person, but what I said earlier was true: I have no right to do any less than what the three of you are doing. I won’t sit by and watch as Hydra destroys everything we know, especially knowing that there are ways I could help stop them. Besides, Sam and I are a team, have been for over a year now. I can’t let my best friend put himself in danger without being by his side.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes at herself and gave the spy an embarrassed smile. “But please don’t tell him I said that, Nat, it would only inflate his already-enormous ego.”

“Secret’s safe with me, hot-shot.” Natasha paused for a moment. “You remind me a lot of Rogers. To tell you the truth, I think that’s half the reason why he let you onto the team.”

(Y/N) frowned at her comment, her eyes still looking through her binoculars. “What’s the other half-?” Just then, a group of men walked out of the building across the street. “Wait, is that Sitwell?”

Natasha looked through her own binoculars and nodded. “Yeah, the bald guy with the glasses.” She quickly set down the binoculars and typed out a quick text on her phone. “Time to see if your plan works, 007.”

Through the binoculars, (Y/N) saw Sam glance down at his phone and dial a number from his seat at the café. The group of men headed towards the parking lot, leaving Sitwell alone on the building’s steps. (Y/N) smiled to herself as she watched him pull out his phone and press it to his ear; he became skittish as he listened to Sam talk. Watching Sitwell’s lips, she carefully aimed her laser pointer and pressed the button just as he asked, “And why would I do that?”

She let out a triumphant laugh when Sitwell glanced at the red light on his tie and looked around in fear before hanging up the phone and walking towards Sam. “Yes!” She punched the air and put down her laser pointer and binoculars. “Dynamite with a laser beam!”

“‘Killer Queen,’ yeah?” Natasha grinned and nodded appreciatively. “Steve was right, you’ve got a great taste in music. C’mon, we’d better head down to the car…”

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Fifteen minutes later, Steve was throwing Sitwell across the rooftop of an apartment building; Natasha strode confidently after him, and (Y/N) tried her best to hide her unease as she trailed behind them. Although she’d thoroughly researched torture methods for her novel, she wasn’t quite sure she could stomach seeing them performed in real life. Stay calm, Captain America wouldn’t do those things to someone else, she thought to herself, fiddling with the edge of her grey leather jacket, although he did mention that they might do that one thing if Sitwell doesn’t talk. She looked up from her combat boots in time to see Steve say, “Tell me about Zola’s algorithm.”

“Never heard of it.”

“What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?”

“I was throwing up, I get seasick.” Steve grabbed Sitwell roughly by the collar and forced him to the edge of the rooftop, but the man only smiled condescendingly up at the super-soldier. “Is this little display meant to insinuate that you’re gonna throw me off the roof? Because that’s not really your style, Rogers.”

(Y/N) couldn’t see Steve’s face, but she assumed that he was smiling as he smoothed out the crumpled lapels of Sitwell’s jacket. “You’re right. It’s not. It’s hers.” After quickly stepping aside, Steve watched calmly as Natasha kicked Sitwell directly in the chest and he toppled off the roof, screaming the whole way down. Despite (Y/N) knowing what their plan was, she still felt her stomach lurch uncomfortably as the man’s screams grew fainter the longer he fell; she’d never mentioned her extreme fear of heights to any of them, but in that moment she wished she had.

Natasha turned to Steve. “Oh wait, what about that girl from Accounting, Laura…?”

“Lilian. Lip piercing, right?”

“Yeah, she’s cute.”

Steve shook his head and looked down. “Yeah, I’m not ready for that.”

(Y/N)’s confusion and slight jealousy at their conversation shifted to awe as Sam suddenly flew up and threw Sitwell back onto the roof while he landed gracefully on his feet. (Y/N) rolled her eyes in amusement as her best friend flashed her a wink, his wings quickly folding back into his pack as he approached them.

Sitwell, no longer composed and condescending, was shaking with fear on the rooftop as he held his hands up. “Zola’s algorithm is a program for choosing Insight’s targets!”

“What targets?” (Y/N) asked, an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of her stomach.

To her surprise, Sitwell sneered. “And who the hell are you? The personal assistant?”

Steve grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and squeezed until he began wincing. “What targets?”

“You! A TV anchor in Cairo, the Undersecretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa City, a first-time novelist writing about the Cold War in D.C…” Everyone’s eyes snapped to (Y/N)’s, and she could feel the blood leaving her face as she fully registered his words. “Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, anyone who’s a threat to Hydra! Now, or in the future.”

Natasha, her face grim, drew closer to Sitwell. “The future? How could it know?”

“How could it not? The twenty-first century is a digital book. Zola taught Hydra how to read it. Your bank records, medical histories, voting patterns, e-mails, phone calls, your damn SAT scores. Zola’s algorithm evaluates people’s past to predict their future.”

“And what then?”

Sitwell rubbed his temple agitatedly. “Oh my God, Pierce is gonna kill me.”

Steve shook him again. “What then?”

“…then the Insight helicarriers scratch people off the list. A few million at a time.”

A heavy silence hung over the group as they all absorbed what Sitwell had said; millions of people around the world are going to be killed by Hydra if we don’t stop them, (Y/N) realized in horror. She tried to avoid thinking about it, but she couldn’t help but replay Sitwell’s words over and over in her head: A first-time novelist writing about the Cold War in D.C., a first-time novelist writing about the Cold War in D.C., a first-time novelist writing about the Cold War in D.C…

“Okay, time to head out.” After yanking Sitwell roughly to his feet, Steve turned to Natasha and Sam. “You two mind escorting him back to the car?”

“’Course not, Cap,” Natasha smirked as she and Sam grabbed Sitwell’s arms and dragged him towards the rooftop doorway, Sam throwing a concerned glance at (Y/N) as he went.

“You okay, (Y/N)?”

As Steve’s words left his mouth, (Y/N) registered the ringing in her ears and that she was taking rapid and shallow breaths; her heart hammered in her chest and through her clouded vision, she could barely make out Steve’s worried face right before her. “Can’t…can’t breathe…”

“Okay, it’s okay, um, here,” Stepping forward, he reached for her hand but stopped himself short. “Is it okay if I hold your hand?” (Y/N) gave a short nod and he took her hand, gently placing her palm against his chest so she could feel his strong heartbeat. “You’re okay, just try and slow your heartbeat to match mine. Can you do that for me? Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, like this.” He began doing the breathing exercise, and she shakily began copying him. “You’re doing great, (Y/N), just keep breathing.” To her surprise, he stopped the breathing exercise and began quietly humming a familiar tune; it was so faint beneath the dim ringing in her ears that she could’ve dismissed it as her mind tricking her if not for the feeling of reverberation in his chest. (Y/N) gradually felt her body responding positively; her breathing began to even out and as her heartbeat returned to normal, her vision cleared and the ringing faded away into nothing.

Once his humming came to an end, she looked up at him with an insecure smile. “‘Smoke Gets In Your Eyes,’ The Platters. Thank you. I-I don’t know what came over me, I was fine until…well, you know. All at once, everything suddenly became very…real for me.”

Steve nodded solemnly. “No one will think any less of you if you decide to go home. You’ll be safer, and-”

“No, no way.” She firmly shook her head, her mouth set in a determined line. “I’m staying. Just because I found out I’m a possible Insight target and had a panic attack doesn’t mean that I’m suddenly okay with sitting back while Hydra plans to kill millions; if anything, I’m even more invested in this fight than I was before.” She felt the corners of her mouth lift into a smirk. “If you’re trying to get rid of me, Rogers, then you’re going to have to try a little harder than that.”

When she finally stopped talking, she registered something akin to admiration in Steve’s small smile, and she willed herself not to blush. They stared into each other’s eyes for a few more moments, and that’s when (Y/N) realized that one of Steve’s hands was still resting on her waist and the other was gently holding her hand against his chest, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing small circles over her knuckles.

Steve seemed to realize the same thing because a moment later, he quickly let go of her and took a couple of steps back. With a pinkish tint to his cheeks, he glanced toward the rooftop doorway and replied, “Well, if you’re sure that you’re okay then let’s go. We’ve got a launch to stop.”

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy! 

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4BenknAqQQnOWY8NmSa23V

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Chapter Seven

“The Winter Soldier” Masterlist

[moonlightreal]

This is the “author’s note” I found on the amazon pages for the pretty hardcover Night World books.  My memory is that it was just there, the book-blurb at the top by the cover picture, was this. 

Like a bonehead I just copied the text without grabbing a screencap or noting the date.  The amazon page now has the publication date is December 2016 so this bit of optimism was just before Ms. Smith vanished.  Of course we don’t know when it was written or whose idea it was.  Was Strange Fate really finished or was someone just feeling hopeful? 

NIGHT WORLD Dear Readers, It’s hard to tell you how much the re-release of the Night World books means to me. It has allowed me to come full circle, to complete a cycle that began with Secret Vampire. It has allowed me to finish Strange Fate, which grew into an epic that included roles for almost every Night World character. And Strange Fate allowed me to show the origins of the Night World, the apocalypse that threatens to destroy it, and even a possible future in which the evil side of the Night World prevails. I am often asked how I conceived the idea for the Night World series. It began when I wanted to write stand-alone novels that would combine horror and romance. But I wanted more: I wanted to do a series in which this Night World—a vast, secret world that exists within the everyday world—would slowly reveal itself to readers. That’s why the first book is called Secret Vampire: the inhabitants of the Night World, composed of vampires, shapeshifters, witches, and other supernatural creatures I wanted to invent, are hidden from humans. A vampire is necessarily a secret vampire … because of the laws. I also wanted to write about a new kind of forbidden love. That’s not easy—most good forbidden love topics were old by Shakespeare’s time. But with this series, I could create the possibility of forbidden love simply by saying that the laws of the Night World prohibit a Night Person from falling in love with a human. But I still needed one more ingredient. I needed the rise of the soulmate principle to actively force Night People to fall in love with humans, no matter how hard they fought against it. Voilà! Then it was just a matter of making up interesting characters and setting them loose in my head to see what they would do. I often begin like that: sitting in a quiet room and searching for a sparkle in my mind that could become my new heroine. Sometimes it’s easy and a whole character shimmers before me. Sometimes I only get the faintest firefly glimmer of a new girl, and I have to hold my breath and see if that glimmer will materialize into a three-dimensional person. Heroes and anti-heroes are easier. It’s just a matter of picking one that will be a true soulmate for my heroine. I have a whole collection of these characters in my mind, all trying to crash the party. And they’re usually bad boys. The settings and in-depth plot development are another layer of work. But often the characters just run off and do what they want, and I have trouble keeping up with their antics on my keyboard. One thing I always do is look carefully at my characters and plot from all angles to make sure I’m not plagiarizing a book or series that I may have read before. That’s just normal procedure for ethical authors: we make sure our stories aren’t too much like another story we might have read. Of course, there are many ideas that have been around since the Babylonian myths, and many characters that are archetypal. But, really, it’s almost impossible to take many things from the body of another author’s work—say, someone else’s character(s) or plot or story device—without actually intending to do so. I can’t imagine wanting to do that. I wish I could say every author felt the same. Poppy North is a character I examined very carefully. I wanted to make sure she wasn’t too much like Bonnie McCullough, another petite character of mine from The Vampire Diaries. I didn’t even want to plagiarize myself ! But Poppy convinced me that she was a tough little squirt who by high school had already planned out her future, which is very unlike Bonnie. Poppy was going to marry her mysterious friend James—she just hadn’t informed him yet. Also, unlike Bonnie, she had a fatal flaw in her small body. In Secret Vampire, I knew I was dealing with a serious issue: terminal cancer in a high school girl. So I did a lot of research before deciding on a type of cancer that would be truly inoperable and give Poppy only a month or two to live. I went to several hospitals to talk to nurses in oncology wards. I always brought toys for the hospitalized children, but the whole subject was so heartbreaking I was almost afraid to tackle it. Once I did, though, I found that Poppy was even stronger than I had imagined. In the book, she makes the only choice she can to go on living, and she never looks back. Poppy is one of my favorite girls, and she ushers in Ash Redfern, who quickly became one of my favorite bad boys. Ash has a murky past of womanizing and … well, more womanizing. Ash returns in Daughters of Darkness because he has been ordered by the leader of all vampires, Hunter Redfern, to bring his three runaway sisters back to their cloistered vampire island. But when Ash locates his sisters, he runs straight into the human stargazer Mary-Lynnette, and the sparks begin flying—literally. Mary-Lynnette is a character I made up when I was a kid, and I’m always surprised by how many people like her and Ash together. Mary-Lynnette spends most of the time expressing her feelings for Ash by kicking him in the shins, but their dialogues are some of my favorite passages in the whole series. Ash, in turn, escorts Quinn into the series. And Quinn (who does have a first name, though he rarely uses it) is one really scary guy. A vampire since 1639 A.D., Quinn is sharp, cold, humorless, and heartless. Unlike Ash, who is mainly guilty of an incredibly long series of one-night stands, Quinn enters the series as a human slave trader. That is, he provides vampires with young girls, and he doesn’t ask questions about what happens to the girls afterward. This led to a problem: How on earth was I going to redeem this villain enough to make him someone’s soulmate in The Chosen? I really sweated over that. My first task was to make Quinn more sympathetic. The best way to do it seemed to be by telling a bit of Quinn’s own tragic story: how he falls in love with sweet Dove Redfern, and how her vampire father decides to make Quinn his heir. Dove’s father is Hunter Redfern, one of the most important vampire leaders in Night World history. This is the same Hunter Redfern who, nearly half a millennium later, sends Ash to drag his sisters back home. The same Hunter Redfern who sends his daughter, Lily, after Jez in Huntress. The same Hunter Redfern who tries to turn Delos into a merciless killer in Black Dawn. But, as a boy, Quinn doesn’t know anything about the Night World, and he is deeply in love with gentle Dove. When Hunter makes him a vampire by force and then when Quinn can’t save Dove from being killed, Quinn’s heart freezes over. For four hundred years it accumulates ice—until he meets Rashel. That’s another favorite scene of mine: when Rashel, a dedicated vampire hunter since (guess who?) Hunter Redfern killed her mother, encounters Quinn. A group of Rashel’s fellow vampire slayers have captured Quinn and plan to torture him, and Rashel is left alone to guard him. Quinn, feeling old and tired despite his youthful appearance and great power, gives himself up for dead—and is a little glad to do so. Rashel, however, can’t stomach the idea of torture. When Rashel talks to this most-hated vampire and hears his story, she deliberately sets him free. And that astonishes him. But it’s the soulmate principle working its magic. I loved making two such strong-willed enemies succumb to the silver cord that connects them. I especially loved hearing Quinn warning Rashel not to let him go—and then protecting her when her comrades arrive back in time to see that she’s let him loose. I really loved writing about Quinn and Rashel’s soulmate sequences. As Rashel enters Quinn’s mind, she sees “thorny scary parts” but also “rainbow places that were aching to grow” and “other parts that seemed to quiver with light, desperate to be awakened.” She begins to think that people ask so little of themselves. If the mind of a slave trader can look like this, an ordinary person must have the power to become a saint. It is with this revelation (and much penance on Quinn’s part) that Quinn is redeemed. That’s the thread that binds all the novels together: redemption. The possibility of a second chance. Everyone has choices to make, but even the most evil of vampires can choose to atone and be redeemed. It may not necessarily stave off punishment in this world or the next, but redemption is possible. I’ve been asked who my favorite characters are, and the answer always changes because it depends on the book I’m writing. Right now my favorites are three characters from Strange Fate. As for my favorite couples in the published books? Morgead and Jez—I suppose. Who would find themselves at greater odds than a vampire gang leader and his onetime superior, a vampire who finds out she is half human? I learned some cool martial arts moves as a bonus for writing about them. Then there is Keller, one of my all-time favorite heroines, and Iliana, the beautiful Witch Child, and Galen, ruler of the shapeshifters: the love triangle in Witchlight. Keller starts out seeming brusque and businesslike, but the love of Galen and of the unselfish Iliana help to heal her inner wounds. And I can’t forget Thierry and Hannah, and Circle Daybreak. I created Circle Daybreak because the Night World witches had only two clans: Circle Twilight and Circle Midnight. Those, like Thea in Spellbinder, who belong to Circle Twilight are not-so-wicked witches (that is, they don’t want to exterminate all humans like the darkest witches, those who belong to Circle Midnight), but they are still wicked enough. So what was to be done with all these new soulmates, when Night World law said that they must be put to death? Someone had to make a place for them where they would be safe, and I decided it was Thierry, one of the oldest vampires, and Hannah, his Old Soul soulmate, who has lived hundreds of lifetimes without ever reaching the age of seventeen. They are the ones who revive Circle Daybreak, where humans and Night People can forget about past tragedies and concentrate on a brighter future together. Although Thierry is an old vampire, he isn’t the oldest vampire. There is one older, the one who Changed him. She provides another thread that binds the series: the pitiless Maya. Maya is the first vampire, the witch who finds the secret of eternal life—and chooses to use it for evil. But there will be plenty more about her, including a look at the young Maya, her sister Hellewise, and their mother, Hecate Witch-Queen, in the upcoming Strange Fate. And so now I’ve come full circle, back to Strange Fate. But I can’t finish until I add the other joy that the re-release of Night World has brought me. It’s brought me into contact with you by e-mail. Night World fans write so many intelligent, articulate, courteous, exciting e-mails! I love to get messages from “old” fans, who say my works “got them through high school.” Thank you for them! And messages from new fans, who say they have just read all my reissued books—and are impatient for more. Thank you! And the messages that simply demand: “When is Strange Fate coming out?” Thank you, too! With a full heart, all I can say is thank you, thank you, and thank you again! I never thought I would have a chance to write an open letter to all Night World fans, and I can only wish that you knew how grateful I am … for this second chance. Sincerely, (LJ Smith signature image) P.S. I love to get e-mail, letters, and messages. Visit me at ljanesmith.net!

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Welcome to the Nightmare Game II - CH34

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Chapter 34: Star Death Reality Show (XVII)

In front of the laser corridor, the world in front of them was dark, and even the corridor’s emergency lights were not turned on. Standing here was like standing on a dark cliff, and taking one step forward would lead to falling into the abyss.

Qi Leren turned on the flashlight, its dazzling light reflecting off the metal wall.

He walked forward carefully, for fear that the power would suddenly come on, but he also knew that it was impossible, and that there was still ten minutes before the time he and He Yi had agreed upon. He could successfully reach the door and wait for the power to be restarted. The defense system in this corridor and the identification system on the door were started at the same time. In theory, there was enough time for him to brush open the door with his ID card and leave the underground research institute.

Even if there was an accident, such as an early recovery of the power supply, this time he had already made an escape plan, which wouldn't be as awkward as the last time—that is, if he had to use S/L again. Thinking of the Prophet's warning, Qi Leren felt somewhat guilty.

He solemnly apologized to the audience, saying that this adventure might scare everyone, and then turned off the camera. Without doing this, there was no way to not make the audience suspicious. If he really let them see the abnormal situation in the laser corridor, there was no way to explain it!

Once again, Qi Leren stood in front of the door. The electronic card reader for the ID card couldn’t work because there was no power, so Qi Leren could only wait silently.

Eight minutes to go.

Qi Leren was a bit absent-minded. He was eager to get out of here and return to the world on the surface. He would tell Dr. Lu and Du Yue what had happened inside, and then they would think about it together. Time was running out. They had to find the four contestants who had been infected as soon as possible, kill them, and isolate the suspects.

There was still much to be done.

If the situation got out of hand, Qi Leren intended to ignore He Yi's dissuasion and bring Dr. Lu and Du Yue into the underground research institute, which was probably the simplest clearance method for this copy, but by doing so, there will be very few rewards... A bit of a loss.

With a zi sound, the sensor lights lit up, first far away then nearing. Qi Leren were shocked and stared at the card reader, which showed words he couldn't understand and the patterns of fingerprints. Qi Leren was overjoyed and quickly raised the ID card.

At the moment when the ID card was about to touch the card reader, the card reader suddenly went white. After a few seconds, a pattern reappears on it—a circle that looked like a clock, and there were strange numbers blinking in the circle. The symbols changed as the dots appeared in the clockwise direction...

People who have restarted electronic devices must be familiar with this pattern, but the vicious timing of its appearance made Qi Leren stunned.

The alarm of didididididi— sounded in the channel behind him, stinging his eardrums, and the laser beams at the end of the channel appeared again!

He couldn't say if he was angry or relieved. Qi Leren felt at this moment that the boot had finally dropped. He even thought wryly that he was still suffering from bad luck. Fortunately, as long as he waited for another half minute, He Yi would cut off the power again… If he didn't make any mistakes there.

Qi Leren, who had confidence in this venture, suddenly became suspicious.

Would He Yi really turn off the power? Would he really do it? If he didn't turn on the power, and he waited stupidly at the door and missed the best time to escape...

No, he couldn't wait. Take a gamble! Believe He Yi or believe in himself?

Qi Leren took the initiative, swiftly jumped up, and rushed forward, making a leap and running again. He crossed two laser lines and the next three were skillfully crossed. However, when the laser net was formed, he still could not rush out of the corridor, because the first group of mesh laser networks was formed too early.

But if he saved once, it would be enough!

Qi Leren ran the whole way. At the moment when the first group of laser nets was about to touch him, he saved his position. The laser nets collided with his body and destroyed him in an instant. At the same time, the laser nets that had destroyed the intended target disappeared.

Qi Leren was resurrected in the same place, unable to hesitate, and rushed out of this death trap without looking back before the second laser net could form!

The agreed 40 seconds had already passed, and the power supply had not been cut off, but Qi Leren was relieved: Fortunately, he chose to believe in himself. Reality had taught him never to gamble on any luck.

He leaned against the wall and recalled the Novice Village from when he had just entered the game. He had met a murderer in the hospital. What were his choices at that time?

He chose to hide, wait, and pray. If it was him now... Qi Leren smiled silently. Now he would want to kill that chainsaw killer, so would he even need to use S/L? After all, it was just an ordinary weak human being.

It had only been two months, but he was totally different from before. This change was not only reflected in his combat effectiveness, but in his sense of fighting. He had somewhat gotten rid of an ordinary person’s mentality of wanting to hide and had begun to deal with the endless dangers in a more active way. It was thanks to Chen Baiqi—her demonic training methods had made Qi Leren realize that shrinking from fate was much worse than "just don’t act recklessly".

After recovering quickly, Qi Leren took his gun in hand and set off, walking towards the power room.

He Yi must have had an accident over there. Qi Leren didn't believe that He Yi deliberately sabotaged him. He Yi knew that he had survived going through the laser corridor once, so he wouldn't be sure that this method could kill him. If Qi Leren had a narrow escape, he would be in big trouble. If he really wanted to plot against him, He Yi could have shot him in the head when he wasn’t paying attention, there was no need to wait like this.

A pi sounded in silence, and Qi Leren suddenly stopped and looked back in confusion. This sound... It seemed that the door at the other end of the laser corridor had opened.

Did someone find an ID card and come in? Qi Leren ran back quickly with his gun. He saw that the door at the end had indeed opened, and there was a figure poking around.

"Qi Leren! You’re still alive!" From the end of the long corridor, Dr. Lu waved excitedly at him.

"Qianbei, qianbei, are you okay? We’re here to save you!" Du Yue emerged from behind Dr. Lu, and they were like two mice clinging to the door, eyeing the cheese in the mousetrap.

"Don't come in! There are lasers!" Qi Leren shouted frantically.

"Okay, Du Yue and I found another ID card and finally got the door open. What should we do now?" Dr. Lu asked.

"You just wait, don't close the door, I'll go to the power room and turn it off, then you can come in safely," Qi Leren said.

"Then hurry back," Dr. Lu said.

"We’re waiting for you!" Du Yue shouted.

Relieved, Qi Leren turned to leave, took two steps, and then stopped. After learning his lesson, he explained, "He Yi is here. We figured out that the glowing stone is a parasitic monster called amphioctopus. It will parasitize the human body and multiply rapidly to infect other people. At present, about four people have been infected. Mark and Xue Jiahui are almost certainly infected, and Annie is also very suspicious. I’m not sure about the other one. Don’t trust anyone and don’t wander around until I get back!"

"I understand." Dr. Lu waved him away.

This time Qi Leren really left and went to the power room.

It was quiet, quiet everywhere, a disturbing silence. Qi Leren moved very fast, but his steps were very light. How did he develop these cat-like steps? Qi Leren didn't really want to recall it. But thanks to Chen Baiqi's demonic training, he had learned how to do this in three days, which was more than enough to cope with the current situation.

Coming to the floor where the power room was located, Qi Leren held his gun and quietly moved closer to his destination. The power room door was open. There were bright lights inside and rows of tall machinery and equipment running with a buzzing sound, but no one there. He Yi was not there.

Qi Leren frowned. Where was He Yi? At this time, he couldn't run around by himself. His sudden disappearance seemed to tell him that there was a new danger here.

What could it be?

Qi Leren didn't know, and he couldn't search for it now.

Dr. Lu and Du Yue were still waiting for him at the door. Should he continue to delay here, or turn off the power and go out?

Qi Leren hesitated for a moment, then flipped the switch.

The old machines made a slow plaintive wail, and they stopped working altogether. After doing this for several more times, these machines that hadn’t been maintained would likely break down completely. Qi Leren felt that if they weren’t in a copy, but in the real world, it would be impossible to turn on the standby power that had been idle for hundreds of years.

The lights went out, and this underground research institute became a dark paradise.

Qi Leren's ability to see in the dark hadn’t improved after the shell was broken, so it was impossible to see his surroundings clearly without any light source. He had to turn on his flashlight and run along the emergency passage towards the top floor.

This time, Qi Leren ran very fast, as if some monster was chasing behind him, and he didn't have light footsteps. After all, for a man running in the dark with a flashlight, the weight of his footsteps was meaningless. He passed through the winding halls and returned to the front of the laser corridor smoothly with his excellent memory of the terrain—

It was as if he had a faint premonition in his heart.

The door was open, but Dr. Lu and Du Yue were gone.

In the boundless darkness, in the boundless silence, as if he was the only one left on this deserted planet, stationed in the long night, watching the awakening monsters open their jaws and come towards him.

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[mcyt-apocalypse-au]

httyd au: character plans

TommyInnit:

A funny and charismatic kid, tommy can always bring a shy dragon or person out of their shell.

Best friends with Tubbo, Ruffnut, Tuffnut and Snotlout

I mean like him and tubbo are pretty much polar opposites but they met when they were really young and help eachother out tons

Tubbo will help tommy with dragon studies and tommy will defend tubbo from anyone wanting to hurt him or fishlegs

Snotlout and tommy grew up as rivals, always trying to gain the attention of the village, but as they grew older they realised how much more enjoyable their competitions would be if they were close friends

Tommy has a red and grey deadly nadder called nox. he's an energetic dragon with a playful side, however he ca get aggressive if someone threatens tommy.

Tommy will often just sit on a bench with nox, staring out at the sunset as he hummed the delicate tune of his two favourite songs, mellohi and cat

He hummed the tunes so much that Nox as even started to copy him, recently Nox has started humming the tunes to calm Tommy down if he ever upset or angry

Tubbo:

Tubbo is a shy yet chaotic kid that's an expert in all things dragon

He's best friends with Fishlegs, Ruffnut, Tuffnut and Tommy, he looke up to them both, craving Fishlegs' knowledge and Tommy's confidence

He has a proud and friendly Razorwhip called Silver. Silver is literally Tubbo's biggest supporter, she's so proud of how far he's come

He has also trained a pack of Night Terrors that have all vowed to protect Berk. The large pack of Night Terrors stumbled upon Berk by complete chance, they were seeking sanctuary for their injured leader and lucky enough for them, Tubbo was willing to help!

So he nutured the leader back to full health, allowing the pack to stay on the island while their leader recovered, and they haven't left since, even know their leader is good as new.

Silver has also memorized the tunes of Tommy's favourite songs because Nox taught her, she understood that tyey also calmed Tubbo down, so she used them for both dragon riders if they got upset or stressed

Technoblade:

Pretty much an urban myth among the residents of Berk, very few have had the pleasure of meeting and interacting with him.

Despite what the stories say, Techno is most definitely not a cold hearted killer or a cruel tyrant, he's just an awkward dragon expert with a thirst for victory

Techno has grey Titan Wing Triple Stryke, with rose gold tail spikes, called Spike. Spike is a fearless dragon destined for greatness and victory, with a hunger for success and strength, he and Techno are the perfect duo.

Spike was being hunted down by dragon hunters, but once Techno stumbled into the currently vulnerable dragon's path, he sensed the strength and potential that radiated from it.

The two are very protective of eachother, especially as they're usually the only other sign of life that they see. Techno and Spike live alone on a small island. Techno has a small farm there and he'll occasionally fly to Berk to trade for supplies

Jschlatt:

Schlatt is a misunderstood rebel, haunted by his past and love for chaos. One of the only people in Berkian history that has been forcefully exhiled, rumours of his unhinged behaviour and heartless actions were soread by the village elders, tainting his reputation.

Schlatt has a protective and wary Skrill named Spark, or affectionately dubbed Sparky. Spark is pretty much the only friend that Schlatt can rely on, so naturally Spark is protective and loyal to Schlatt.

Before he was exhiled, he requested that Phil and Hiccup, one of the village blacksmiths and the greatest dragon trainer, also son of the chief, could make him a body suit that would make him immune to Soarky's lightning bolt abilities.

Back on Berk, he was best friends with Quackity and Fundy, but those friendships collapsed when they went behind his back and spread false rumours, detailing Schlatt's appailling acts against the law of Berk

In the four years that he's been exhiled, he's only spoken to a few people. Among those few are Tommy and Tubbo.

He first met Tommy and Tubbo when they were trying to rescue Nox from a dragon trap. Schlatt knew the traps, he and Spark had destroyed many of them before, so he offered his help and a cautious, yet desperate Tommy accepted it. He freed Nox with ease, earning both dragon trainer's gratitude.

Philza:

Basically everyone's most treasured member of the village. He's the village blacksmith and everyone's support beacon, somehow becoming everyone's second father

He'll run his errands around Berk, whistling as he basks in the morning sun. Everytime he sees a familiar face, he'll double check on them, asking if they've hydrated, asking if they've eaten well and asking how they're doing mentally

He's always there to talk if something's wrong. Like i'm talking he'll drop all of his errands and take you to his and Kristin's house and sit you infront of the fire with a cup of steaming hot tea

He's best friends with Wilbur, Techno and Gobber

His dragon is a Stormcutter called Skye. She's a loyal, caring dragon, often motherly to young dragons that seek shelter on Berk.

If you can't find him on Berk, he's probably soaring through the clouds as the sunsets, with Kristin, on their dragon's backs

He's also pretty famous for his building and invention blue prints, his expertise is greatly sort after due to the aesthetically element of them

Recently, he found out that Tubbo adores bees and Tommy adores cows so, to make his sons happy, he's started learning how to make lil bee and cow figures and somehow incorporate them into his designs

From one corner or the archipelago to the other it's pretty much accepted that he's the most talented dragon tanner, even being anle to tame a titan wing if given the chance

Nihachu:

AKA Niki, she's pretty much the big sister of the village, a soft-spoken and kind dragon trainer that's always there to talk if someone needs her

She's pretty famous for being a dragon carer, she'll look after dragons that are injured or orphaned, raising them to full health so they can live life to the fullest

Niki has a shy, peaceful Lightfury, named Luna. She has pastel purple eyes and glimmering white scales. A timid, peaceful dragon without a care in the world, until Niki is threatened or hurt.

Pretty much the perfect team, Luna and Niki have the closest bond out of anyone on the dragon trainer team

She's best friends with Wilbur, Techno, Fundy and Tommy

As the story progresses, she becomes a mentor for Hiccup, helping him heal Toothless and develop the bond between them

Even as the story develops to httyd 3, she's still his mentor. Basically like sibling figures to eachother, Niki helps him learn how to approach the wild Lightfury without scaring her off

[parasite-core]

Man so tonight’s pathfinder session was EVENTFUL. After sending the Hand of the Inheritor back to Heaven, we fought and killed Baphomet, which restored Sarenrae and Lamashtu to power. We returned to the material plane, spoke to Iomedae and the Hand of the Inheritor—

The Hand had lost his holy power due to Baphomet’s influence over him, so Iomedae was in need of a new Herald. So she chose Draven to be her new Herald, The Adamant Shield, in his place. We didn’t have time to celebrate however because Drezen was under siege by Aponavicious—

Each of our personal villains was leading a force—Tachtel, Lady Jerribeth, Lady Salzala, and Dirge. Because they were assaulting the city all at once we had no choice but to split up and face them all at once—

So we had a massive combat in which each part was happening in a different location. Hiskaria faced her parents’ killer Tachtel, who somehow remembered the alternate doomed timeline we’d seen and fled from—

Hiskaria fought Tachtel until he possessed Cassandalee’s Herald. Hiskaria made reference to a slightly 4th wall breaking quote that had been said to her earlier in the campaign by a different villain, and suddenly Tachtel froze and came apart—

When Hiskaria examined what was left of his body, she found a bullet hole in his head, but no bullet or casing. We have no idea what to make of it, except that our GM likes 4th wall and timeline shenanigans so who knows what he could pull.

Luna faced Lady Salzala, who had destroyed her moral body and ascended to a point where she could no longer be harmed. Luna fought hordes of Salzala’s experimental angel-demon hybrids while Arushelae gathered the last pages of Salzala’s journal we’d missed in her previous labs.

Luna put the journal together, but it was still warded by magic. Salzala taunted Luna that she was just a useless meathead child that couldn’t do anything to harm her since she couldn’t do even simple magic to get into the journal. Luna told her to shut up and watch.

With a quiet chant to herself ‘It’s a CAN-trip not a can’t-trip’, Luna tapped into the celestial heritage Salzala had locked away from her in her experiments, and cast break curse, removing the wards from the book.

Holding such a personal piece of Salzala’s life and accomplishments in her hands, Luna bound her to the material plane, making her corporeal again. Salzala panicked and created a shadow copy of a younger Luna using all of Luna’s anger to possess and attack her.

However Luna used Salzala’s book to work out a reverse soul jar and cast her out of her body, and accepted her anger back into herself, a part of herself still. However before she could kill Salzala, Arelu Vorlesh appeared in a portal and gave her an escape route to Iz—

Melody faced her demigod cousin Dirge in the Danse Macabre to determine the fates of Shelyn and Zon’Kuthon. They fought and performed admirably, both giving it their all, both arguing their best for why the world needed hope, why the world was hopeless and destined to suffer—

In the end they came to a stalemate. The Danse ended and they were perfectly evenly matched, neither able to beat the other. Melody tried to talk Dirge down one last time, tried to save him from himself. He found her attempt degrading. Instead, he offered a new solution.

Walk the world as equals. She would ease the suffering of some in her way. He would bring the end of the suffering of others in his. Twin gods who understood humanity in a way no others could. Dirge held out his hand. Melody asked if he would restore the Writ and free her family.

He said he would restore the Writ. Whichever members of her family wished to return to the way things once were could do so. Melody contacted the others, and apologized for if she changed too much. Then she took Dirge’s hand.

Black and white light engulfed them. The Danse had ended. Two new gods had been born.

Draven went to face Jerribeth. What he found was Leto, fused into the Glabrezu. His friend took control of her, and forced her to grant him a wish—he wished for her to fling them into the furthest reaches of the ineluctable Prison forever. A portal opened to drag him in.

Draven refused to let Leto sacrifice himself for him. He used his miracle spell-like ability and tried to use it to bring Leto back. The wish and the miracle clashed, and caused the portal to collapse and suck Draven in along with the Jerribeth hybrid.

Draven found himself in a dark place, surrounded by chains. Leto-beth asked why he always had to be so stubborn. They clashed, their wills trying to force the other out, to be the one to overpower the other, so their spell would be the one to succeed.

Draven caught Leto-beth in Chains of Light, paralyzing him. However he couldn’t get past his incredibly tough armor to do any damage—“so this is how my enemies always feel, huh?” he noted—this was basically a mirror match starting out, high AC low attack

Leto remained paralyzed for a bit but Draven never managed to get through his armor, nor could he get through his stubborn disposition—something else they have in common. Finally Leto managed to dispel the paralysis, and began his own assault—

But again—mirror match. He couldn’t get past Draven’s AC either. But unlike Draven he had something to do about that. He began dumping his AC into his attack. Big mistake—

Because then Draven started finally being able to hit once he let his guard down and getting reckless. And Leto still couldn’t hit Draven most of the time because Draven kept his defenses up. And also Draven crit twice. Which went a long way.

Finally Deaven’s stubbornness won out. Leto yielded—although he told Draven this was a mistake, that he should just let Leto do what he was going to do, that if Jerribeth got control again he wouldn’t be able to protect him.

Draven and Leto left the extradimentional plane, and Draven called to Melody to come help him. He needed a miracle and he’d used his only one.

Melody arrived, and used her final mythic point to try to counter Draven’s old wish that created the chains that bound all three of them—Jerribeth, Leto, and Draven—and free Leto once and for all—

She rolled barely above average on her dispel check even with advantage, and without any more mythic points she couldn’t surge it.

It wasn’t enough.

Leto told Draven. He TOLD Draven it wouldn’t work. He should have listened and let him remove them from the equation. Now what were they going to do?

Jerribeth took back control. She taunted Draven, telling him he should have listened to poor Leto.

She said she was going to Iz before Draven decided to do something reckless, since he tended to get aggressive when she was around. “Don’t die :)” Then the Glabrezu hybrid teleported away, leaving a distraught Draven behind.

We didn’t have time to even process that though, because Luna contacted Draven and Melody telling us that a portal had opened up under the Citadel while we were dealing with that and we needed to get back NOW.

So we headed back. And arrived just in time to hear that the portal was connected to Deskari’s personal realm. And then see three locust-like demons step through, and one spear our wizard friend Aravashnial right through the chest. And that’s where we ended :(

[helenarlett-rex]

Today while I was at work we got Willy’s Wonderland in. The new Nicolas Cage movie that is the most blatant rip-off of Five Nights at Freddy’s that could ever possibly be made.

And I’m not joking. This thing pretty much copied FNAF down to the letter with only a few, very minor changes made... Instead of a night guard, the protagonist is a night janitor. The name of the restaurant has been changed from Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza to Willy’s Wonderland, instead of being haunted by the souls of dead children, the animatronics are haunted by the souls of dead cultists... Although really... the cultists were all William Afton style serial killers who ran the restaurant and used it to lure children into the back and kill them, so that part’s really not much of a change... It was just FNAF with eight William Aftons... Oh hey... The lead killer was named Willy... Willy... William... Yeah... Okay it was FNAF with two and a half details changed... I mean the lead animatronic was a weasel instead of a bear, so maybe I should say this was a Popgoes knock-off instead of a FNAF knock-off... A knock-off of a knock-off... But now that I think about it, Popgoes does take place inside the FNAF universe (unofficially) so I guess it’s still just a blatant knock-off of FNAF. But actually it’s worse than that... This is going beyond just being a knock-off. It’s theft... This movie stole FNAF and tried to pass it off as it’s own thing.

Why do I say that?

Well when the movie came across my desk this morning, I instantly knew I had to watch it. There was no way I could pass it up. But being stuck at work all day, I was going to have to wait several hours before I could get home and do that. And with nothing else to do while I waited, and being the FNAF fanatic I am... I ended up using my time at work to start a deep dive into the movie. Which led me to finding a very interesting interview with the creators of the movie, talking about the creation of the movie, and what I found was quite shocking.

Namely what I found was that the creators were giving zero credit to Scott Cawthon, or the FNAF series, for the inspiration behind this movie. Never once did they ever mention or even acknowledge that FNAF is a thing that exists. Instead they gave this convoluted back story about how they came up with the idea for this movie all on their own and actually tried to pass this off as an original idea they came up with themselves... The audacity, and downright stupidity... of this left me breathless. You are really going to rip-off FNAF... one of the most wildly popular indi game series of all time... make a movie where 90% of your audience is going to be FNAF fans... and then try to say it was your own idea and take all the credit for yourself? And you are going to do this seven years after the franchise exploded into mass popularity? Are you insane? Are you delusional? I mean this thing rips off the FNAF franchise so closely you are lucky Scott Cawthon isn’t slapping you with a lawsuit for copyright infringement.

But how was the movie itself? Well strangely enough, it was kind of fantastic...

I mean, Nicolas Cage gave his most absurd performance ever in what was possibly the most absurd movie he’s ever been in... Playing a mute drifter suckered into working one night as a janitor in a closed down pizzeria preparing for re-opening... A man with the most dedicated work ethic in the universe, an obsession with drinking fruit punch soda, playing pinball machines, always wearing a clean uniform, and always taking his scheduled breaks no matter what... To the point of actually walking out in the middle of a fight so he can go take his break... But also a man with no viable emotion who can knock a killer animatronic flat on its ass with a single punch... In other words its Nicolas Cage being weird as fuck for no apparent reason... as we expect of him...

But somehow the absurdity of Cage’s character managed to provide the most faithful adaptation of a protagonist in a FNAF game I ever could have asked for. He just got attacked by an animatronic that told him it wanted to eat his flesh right before it tried to kill him... and as soon as he was done destroying it he just goes right back to work as if nothing even happened... That’s a FNAF game in a nutshell... Again... From people who are giving no credit to FNAF and trying to pass this off as their own idea... But even if they don’t want to admit it, they nailed FNAF perfectly. Even cage walking away in the middle of a fight to go drink fruit punch and play pinball because it was break time was reminiscent of how the moment the clock strikes 6:00 AM in the games and your shift ends everything just stops and you go home. Foxy could be right outside banging on your door, trying to get in, but if it’s 6:00 AM you aren’t worried about that anymore. You’re not on the clock.

Even Cage’s character being mute could be seen as a reference to how the protagonists in a FNAF game never talk...

You would think someone making such a perfect satirical analogy of FNAF would at least give some kind of credit to the source material they were spoofing...

But not even a mention in the special thanks... But why should they thank Scott Cawthon? They obviously don’t know he exists. This is their own idea they came up with on their own based on some restaurant they went to that used to exist in Las Vegas... They’ve never heard of FNAF before...

They credited their Sound Mixer as Mike Schmidt, but they’ve never heard of FNAF before. They came up with this idea on their own...

One of the animatronics in the movie was changed last minute to be an alligator, but that doesn’t have anything to do with this movie coinciding with the release of the new FNAF game, which is also introducing a new alligator animatronic... Of course not... How could it when they’ve never heard of FNAF? No no no... That was just Nick’s idea because he really likes reptiles...

Hell... Even in the “making of” special feature they’ve got Nicolas Cage sitting there saying that when he read the script he thought it was very original and the director sitting there talking about how unique the script was... It was carbon copy of FNAF with two minor details changed, but it was so unique and original... Fuck me! You aren’t even the first movie to knock-off FNAF! The Banana Splits Movie already did this two years ago!

The movie was still great. I had a blast watching it. I almost want to say I love it. But I don’t love it when someone tries to take the credit for something they didn’t come up with... That I don’t like...

[somegirl29]

Sherlock X reader- a romance to killing it (second chapter)

Synopsis: Sherlock falls in love with a girl, but what he didn't know was that she was a murderer sent by moriarty to kill him

Author's notes: this is a continuation of the first fanfic I wrote

initially it was to have a single chapter but my friends insisted that I continue

there will probably be 2 more chapters after this

I made a pun for the title because I couldn't think of anything better

I may have a spelling mistake because I am Brazilian and my English is not very good

if you haven't read the first chapter here is the link: chapter 1 

Feeling a little relieved, Sherlock can actually stop and think for the first time in the past few hours.

he couldn't tell if he was impressed, hurt or had admired the girl even more

sentiment was really something dangerous, that was the final proof he needed.

And he doesn't really understand who that girl who accompanied him for months was, and now he needed answers. 

he needed the truth

‘’ Tea? ’'The girl returns to the room where he sat and holds out his cup‘' I can assure you that I didn’t put anything unusual this time ’’

he takes the cup and (y / n) sits next to him, both keep silent for long minutes without much courage to start the matter but they both knew that an hour would be necessary.

‘‘How?’ 'He asks and she stares at him without understanding what he meant ’’ I need to know how I didn’t notice you’re a murderer, this is the kind of thing I would never let go of , and you know ‘'

'' Aren't you the amazing detective Sherlock Holmes? Solve my incredible crime '' she smiles at him defiantly '' Watch it coldly as if it were a game''She explains '' You don't pay enough attention to anything that doesn't benefit your work, or rather, anything that you don't think it benefits, that's your biggest flaw ‘'

‘’ I didn’t notice the game starting for the first time in my life ’’ he completes

‘‘Exactly, I think from that you can gather the information in your mind palace and decipher how it all happened’’

‘’ I could ..’’ he starts ‘‘but I want you to tell me, this between us is not a game, at least not for me ’’

She takes a deep breath and gives up thinking about what words to use to explain everything in a sincere way but without hurting him using then in the wrong way. One thing she and sherlock were very much in common was not understanding human emotions very well and ending up saying things that hurt others accidentally.

‘‘Ok I’ll tell you the truth, since you seem serious about it. It all starts with that murder that you unveiled when we first met, the clue that I presented that you had not seen before was the key to everything, for this not to be a boring monologue and to kill me with boredom say your guesses ’’

'' You came up with a clue, a hair that went unnoticed, it makes me think that you already had it and implanted it at the crime scene ‘'

'‘Once I heard the phrase ‘ Perfect crimes don’t make suspects ’ I have a different point of view about it, I think perfect crimes are those where there’s a suspect but not the real one‘'

‘’ Who is the man who was arrested after all? ’'

‘'An incompetent, I got evidence of his other crimes, the real ones that were much worse’'

‘’ You threatened him to take up his crime, he would be arrested in any case but assuming that crime the penalty would be less ’'

‘'And in the meantime your attention was diverted, you began to doubt yourself and at the same time to be instigated about me that I treated you as someone with average intelligence unlike everyone who idolizes you as a genius’’

‘‘ I look so predictable with you saying it like that ’'

'' This is how most people who speak to you feel every day, my dear ''

‘'So that must be the defeat feeling of being a normal person’'

‘‘ Don’t worry you don’t match other ordinary beings, playing with you was fun ’'

'' So much fun that it made you fall in love with me '' he plays with the cup watching the liquid spin in the glass

she looks at him with pity

'‘I don’t want you to feel used’

‘‘ You called it a game yourself ’” he points out

‘'And it was, in the beginning’’

‘’ And when did it stop being a game? ’’

'' In the moment I started to see you as a human being and not as something that I should destroy, that afternoon when you were so bored that you almost overdosed and I finded you almost dead, in for a moment I thought I was only concerned with losing the fun that would be killing you, but then I realized it was more than that, sentiment is  a funny thing isnt it ? ‘’ She laughs at herself

He sure remembered the overdose, they dated for two months, she had an appointment and he had no case to solve and John was working. She found him out on the floor when she got home and it was a matter of seconds before she called for help and he was put in an ambulance, he came very close to death that time.

He wondered if John had missed him in the past few hours, but he remembered that his best friend had finally made peace with his sister and went to visit her for the rest of the week.

Sherlock analyzes the place around him, it was a mansion decorated with dark furniture, everything had black and red colors, as windows were made of a material that made it almost impossible that you opened it from the outside by someone without the key and the door too, could be seeing dust everywhere and some cobwebs, it shouldn't come here very often.

‘'This is the house where I grew up‘

'' What? ‘'

‘'I saw that you were analyzing the place, everything is dirty and kind of old because I haven’t come here in the last five years‘

''And your family ?''

'' Dead '' she says without giving much importance

It was the first time they had talked about her past, and he wanted as much information as possible.

‘'If it isn’t too impolite, could you talk more about that?’’

"It is just a boring story, but if you insist on knowing I will tell you" he pays attention in detail to every word she says, it is rare that she talks about such things and it cannot be a missed opportunity "" at 17 I ran away I ended up meeting dangerous people, great criminals with incredible murderous skills '' she gets up from the sofa, placing the farm on a nearby table and starts walking around the room, standing still for a long time was something that bothered her '' I was tired of an ordinary life, I was about to go to college and just thinking about ending my days as a social ornament like my mother, or being an ordinary worker, made me anxious'' she takes a knife and analyzes it “With this knife I killed one of the men in that gang, it was a thoughtless and miscalculated act by a rebellious teenager, but it attracted their attention to me, and to my surprise they thought I had the skills, they trained me as a murderer and sent to kill other criminals ’’

'' What does this have to do with your family? ‘

'' Enemies found them and they were killed, the house and all my family's assets were given to me as an inheritance, I was practically rich, but it seemed like a futile and boring life and I, like you, run away from boredom, in some moment the group that trained me was dissolved and i followed the path of hired killer, but killing only big criminals, after a while you notice that these types of people have a lot of information about other dangerous people and with that information I had power, it was a matter of time before I met Moriarty ''

‘’ About Moriarty, what do you think about doing now? What's your plan ’’

‘'Killing Moriarty, getting a copy of his contacts if we have Moriarty’s data, we can serve terms in jail, and whoever comes along midway I’ll kill’’

‘'You talk about kill as if it were something common’’ (y / n) approaches him and looks him in the eye with an air of guilt

‘’ I’ve always believed that everyone I was sent to murder committed crimes as ruined as the ones who hired me committed, that’s until I met you and now I’ve started to question everything .. ’’

‘’ After your plan to kill Moriarty, what will happen? You are a murderer and I am a detective '' he stands up slightly by the wrist and looks into her eyes

‘‘ Mycroft ’’

''My brother? ’’

"Negotiate my freedom in exchange for all the information I have collected over the years and the information we are going to steal from Moriarty,we can also negotiate your freedom since at this hour they must have found a body in your house and due to his suspicious disappearance you may think that you killed him and ran away ‘'

‘'I hadn’t thought about that last part’'

"I kind of didn't give you much time to think today, it's a lot of information and you have emotional involvement, it's normal to be a little stunned, anyway the point I want to get to is ..." she holds his face affectionately and smiled '' even though part of a disguise solving crimes with you was one of the best things in my life, not everything was false, after the first crime the rest were not outlined by me, and maybe you still need my help ''

And he hugs her around the waist, pulling her closer and she kisses him deeply.

When they separate his foreheads lean against him and he says:

‘’ Your help will be helpful in getting my plan right ’’

‘'What plan?’'

‘’ The plan to keep you with me for the rest of my life ’'and upon hearing that she kisses you again

Perhaps that was the end of the life she had for all those years, but she would have him and a completely new life to explore.

And he would have a lifetime to discover everything about her that was now tired of games and disguises. She would never pretend again, at least not for him.

[ratretro]

Same anon as before, I thought of a better way to explain my ask. Because I don't think using Voldemort as reference is a good idea cuz now that I'm older I realize that Voldemort isn't the smartest villain. Like what was Voldemort's endgame anyway? So let's use another popular villain whose endgame is clear. MCU's Thanos.

Thanos' endgame is doing the snap, that's his ultimate goal, getting the gauntlet and the stones is the process he needs to go through to get there. The only reason he came face to face with the Avengers during that process was because either one of them or someone close to them had one of the stones or knew where it was and they went all like "Oh, no sir. You won't." But if none of the Avengers (or someone close to them) had or knew about the stones they would've been as confused as everyone else as soon as everyone around them started disappearing.

Now, let's go back to MHA. What is AFO's endgame? As far as we know right now, it's getting OFA back. What does he need to do to get there? Getting a stronger body (Shiragaki's) and defeat the user of OFA (All Might/Deku).

What does U.A have? They don't have All Might (and we know he doesn't care about him anymore, I mean he probably still wants to kill him). They don't have Shigaraki (even if U.A had a villain held hostage he probably would only care if it's Shigaraki or Machia) and they don't have Deku (current holder of OFA). So why go there?

There are various kinds of villains, but the ones we tend to see the most are the reckless ones and the smart ones. A reckless villain would be like: Well, Hero Killer was killing heroes last month, hence the name, but now, he's killing quirkless people and robbing banks. And everyone is like: Wtf, that doesn't make any sense! What's his deal? - Idk, man. Go ask him.

A reckless villain is a villain whose pattern you can't identify. As far as we have seen (especially recently with Lady Nagant and Dictator) is that AFO is a smart villain. The ones that by the time you realize wth is going on they're already 5 steps ahead of you.

So, the only way I see AFO going to U.A (without Deku being there) it's like this:

Well, none of these good for nothings could bring me Deku, so how am I gonna get Deku?

Well, where is Deku rn? Running around the city acting as vigilante.

Ok, why is he there? Cuz he's looking for me and the LoV.

Ok, why is he alone? Cuz he doesn't want me (us) to hurt the people he cares about.

And where are these people? Oh, well. I'm gald you asked, sir. Cuz they're conveniently all in one place rn.

(Ding, ding, ding. Idea, idea, idea).

So you're saying that if I go to U.A, and hurt him where it hurts the most, he's definitely going to show up and that's how I'm gonna get him.

MHA's Final Battle everybody!

My point is... U.A is a double-edged sword at this point. Deku being there it's dangerous, Deku not being there it's dangerous. Yes, there are heroes and heroes in training in there, but there are also civilians in there. The families of these heroes are there. So, if U.A ends up being the place of the final battle (like Hogwarts) it's gonna be bad. Like Deku's mom could die, Bakugou's dad, Todoroki's siblings, Ochaco's parents, Tensei. Heck, Eri!

It dosen't matter how much I twist it, U.A is a big red flag right now.

Anyways, thoughts?

Sorry that was loooong 🙏

lmao FUCK

I just responded to your previous ask and I basically covered everything in the other one okay okay lets see

so I just deleted the other ask and copy/pasted the answer lol also i pretty much covered what you said in that previous ask so it should be fine lol

Using UA as a lure would be a great idea, but I think AFO definitely has more on his mind for Deku. Speaking on it, the reason AFO couldn't take OFA had a lot to do with Deku's willpower, so breaking that is step one to taking OFA. AFO is playing the long con in this particular situation, and it's likely his goal is to mentally and physically weaken Deku so that when he goes to take it again, it will be easy for him to do so.

Deku has been stalked and attacked by several assassins and he's running on fumes after all this. Mentally and Physically? Deku is barely scraping by. If this were a round of Phasmo his sanity percentage would be like... 12% lmfao

More under the cut

Attacking UA? Perfect. For me, I don't consider UA to be a location, I consider it to be a game piece. If I were AFO, UA would be a pawn for me. Something worth getting rid of if it meant getting that checkmate because AFO is actually an evil, evil bastard. Anyway, Deku left his mom at UA with the Class 1-A members, trusting they would all be safe in UA's walls and away from him. This would be the perfect point to royally decimate Deku. Class 1-A being defeated at Kamino is something Deku can put in the slot of: well, fuck they got attacked but it's because they were with me :(

But he wouldn't be able to categorize UA getting attacked and his mom getting hurt under the file labeled "This is my fault, because I'm here." if Deku is away from UA when it happens. Now is the perfect time for an attack on UA. Deku is in a bad mental place and his physical condition is pure garbage, so if AFO were to launch an attack on UA while Deku is clearly incapable of defending it? That would destroy Deku.

UA is a playing piece, and I think AFO is about to sacrifice it. I don't think the final battle will be at UA and I don't think it will be at Kamino either.

What I can say is, UA has remained relatively untouched (to our knowledge and there's nothing suggesting otherwise), probably because of its defense systems and the fact that it's considered a safe house for civilians right now. I'd guess that they have Pro Hero protection on top of whatever bullshit system they put in per Nezu. Plus, prior to Class 1-A abandoning UA to come get Deku, they had the protection of students deemed capable enough to have licenses.

UA was an absolute fortress during that time period because there was no fucking way the kids were gonna let their families get hurt on their watch. But that's the thing now isn't it? They aren't there.

For me, AFO attacking UA was never in question. It was always a question of When?

[eleventhdoctorsangel]

You should be scared of me

Summary: Dad always seem to be adopting boys who reminds him of himself when he was a kid. The first boy he adopted was Dick Grayson. He became my best friend. We were attached at the hip even though he was older than me. After he left I became lonely again. I was alone for a year then dad adopted another boy. Jason Todd.

I was trying to read my book as I lay on my stomach on my bed. But the loud music blaring through the mansion was making it hard. “Fucking Jason.” I said as I slammed my book shut as I got up from my bed. I left my room so I could tell Jason to turn it down some so that I could read my book. I could hear the sound of a motorcycle. Great now Dad and Alfred are going to be super pissed when they get back home. I stood at the top of the stairs as I watched Jason drive the motorcycle over and jump off falling down the stairs. I let out a sigh as I rolled my eyes. “That was sick.” I could faintly hear Jason say. “Don’t tell me. You’re Jason Todd.” I heard a familiar voice say. I look to see Dawn and Hank. “Yeah and who the hell are you?” Jason asked. “Dawn! Hank!” I yelled as I ran down the stairs to give them each a hug. “Hey shorty.” Hank said as I gave him a hug. “I’m Dawn Granger. This is Hank Hall. Hey sweetie. Rachel sent us to find you.” Dawn said as I gave her a hug. “The girl Dick has been helping?” I asked and Dawn nodded. “Why me?” Jason asked. “Our hunch is she needs the guy you work for and not you.” Hank said. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” Jason said. “Relax killer. I’m Dove. This is Hawk.” Dawn said. “We’re friends of Dick Grayson.” Dawn said. “What kind of friends?” Jason asked. “The kind that know about the big scary cave downstairs.” Hank said. Making Dawn and I laugh. Then hank tried to copy his mask with his hands. “Does that ring a bell? You want me to make bird sounds too?” Hank asked. “I do.” I said laughing a little. “Titans.” Jason said as he started to climb up the stairs. “Just tell us where your dad is at kids.” Hank said. “Oh dad’s not here.” I said. “Bruce is half way across the world with the rest of the Justice League. Alfred too. Got this place all to ourselves.” Jason said as he joined us. “Clearly.” Dawn said, “Hey look. Whatever you need Bruce for if Dick needs help I’m your guy. I mean one Robin saving aonther? We’ll never let him hear the end of it.” Jason said. “You’re the new Robin?” Dawn asked. “Present and accounted for babe.” Jason said. I felt my heart clench when he called Dawn babe. Hank laughed at it. “Babe?” Dawn asked. “What did he just say?” Hank asked. “Is older age finally getting to you hanky boy?” I asked. Hank gave me a playfully glare. “And that’s a pass on the help from heroes on training wheels department.” Hank said. “Frist off bro I’d put you on your ass in three seconds.” Jason said. “Okay you little shit.” Hank said stepping forward as Dawn and I put an arm up to keep Hank and Jason from fighting. “An secondly if Dick’s really strapped . I wanna help him. Kinda freaked out on him last time and I owe him. So where is he?” Jason said shoving his helmet at Hank. Both Dawn and Hank looked at each other. “We don’t know.” Dawn said. “Okay. Well then you need me. Dick’s got a tracker in him.” Jason said. “Nice try speed. He disabled it. Got a big ol scar to prove it. Let’s bounce.” Hank said shoving the helmet back at Jason. “He didn’t tell you about the second one? It’s in a place he’s never gonna find.” Jason said. “Ew. Just tell us where he is.” Hank said. “I can access it on the batcomputer if you let me come with you guys.” Jason said. I wanna kill this kid.” Hank said as he looked at Dawn. “Kill him after we find Dick.” Dawn said. “I want to come to.” I said. “Oh sweetie I’m not sure we don’t know what kind of trouble Dick is in.” Dawn said. “I would rather have her come than the kid.” Hank said. “Hey.” Jason said. “As long as you promise if something goes wrong to do as Hank and I say.” Dawn said. I nodded. “Ok then you can come with us sweetie.” Dawn said. I smiled as I gave her another hug. “Thank you.” I said. “Of course sweetie.” Dawn said hugging me back. “If you want to go get your suit on Jason I can take Dawn and Hank to the batcave to get Dick’s location.” I said. “Sounds like a plan baby.” Jason said. “Watch it kid.” Hank warned. “Jesus Y/n how many people are protective of you?” Jason asked. “Almost everyone now go get changed.” I said. Jason left to go get change. “Come on let’s go find Dick.” I said leading the way to the batcave. “I’ve missed you two.” I said. “We’ve missed you too shorty.” Hank said. “How long have Jason lived with you?” Dawn asked. “He came to live here not long after Dick left.” I said. “And how long have you liked him?” Hank asked. “What?? I don’t like him.” I said as I nervously laughed. “Oh come on shorty you are terrible at keeping who like a secret.” Hank said. “Come on now Hank don’t tease her I think it’s sweet.” Dawn said. We walked into the batcave and I went over to the computer and I started to track Dick location. It didn’t take long to find that he was in Ohio. “What in the hell is in Ohio.” I said. “Whatever is there it’s not good.” Hank said. “Okay now we know where Dick is we can leave as soon as Jason is ready.” Dawn said. “Well I’m ready so let’s get going.” Jason said as we look back at him. I logged off the batcomputer and followed Dawn and Hank out of the mansion to their car as the drive to Ohio started. 

Jason and I sat in the back of the car on the drive. It took about a day to get to the location. When we pulled up I could see two figures. As we got closer I saw that one was Donna and the other was a woman I have never seen before. “Hey don’t stop on my account. I like where that was heading.” Jason said as we all got out of the car. “Jason?” The woman asked. “That’s right! The goddamn cavalry has arrived.” Jason said. “What the fuck is that? And why is it wearing Dick’s costume?” Donna asked. “The new and improved Robin. The annoying new Robin.” Jason and Hank said at the same time. “This is what Dawn and I have been dealing with.” I said. “Who’s your friend?” Dawn asked. “Um Hank, Dawn, Y/n this is Kory Anders. She’s an alien.” Donna said. “What?” Kory asked looking at Donna. “What? It’s true.” Donna said. “You could’ve put a little more love into that. Well I wish were meeting under better circumstances.” Kory said. “Why are you guys here?” Donna asked. “Rachel got inside her head at the hospital.” Hank said. “Yeah I think she woke me up from my coma. She in there isn’t she?” Dawn said looking at the black void. “Yeah.” Kory said. “So what the fuck is going on here?” Hank asked. “Rachel’s father is a being called Trigon. And if we can’t stop him here he’ll destroy your world. And move on destroying countless others. Our scripture states Trigon can only fully inhabit your world after he breaks Rachel’s heart.” Kory said. “We’re talking metaphors right?” Dawn asked. “We don’t know but if we don’t get through that force field and into the house in there. I’m afraid we’re never going to find out.” Donna said. “Kid should’ve asked us to get fucking superman.” Hank said. “Well I have him on speed dial.” I said. “Well I’m tempted to let you go ahead and call him.” Hank said. Then all of a sudden a very bright light came from the void. “Oh great. That’s not concerning.” Hank said. “It looks like someone’s inviting us in.” Dawn said. “Invitation accepted!” Jason said excitedly. “Titans…” Donna said. “Yes?” Jason said. “And new Robin. Let’s go.” Donna said. I watch as Donna then Jason walk into the void. “Should I stay by the car or can I come?” I asked. “As long as you promise Hank and I that you’ll be careful doing as we say.” Dawn said. I nodded. “Then come on sweetie.” Dawn said as she wrapped an arm around my shoulders as the three of us walked into the void. 

I found myself walking back into the mansion. I was confused I just was in Ohio how in the hell did I get back home. “Dawn! Hank! Jason!” I yelled as I walked through the mansion. But no one answered me. What the fuck was going on? “Anyone!” I yelled. “Y/n.” I heard a voice say. “I look to see dad. “Daddy what is going on?” I asked as I walked towards him. Then Jason and Dick appear at his side both of them were wearing their Robin costumes. But I didn’t like the looks the two had. They looked like they were about to kill me. “Do you want to know why I keep adopting boys?” Dad asked. “No why.” I said. “It’s because I’ve always wanted a son not a daughter.” Dad said. “No dad it is not you. You love me as much as you love Jason or Dick.” I said trying not to cry. “If it wasn’t for Alfred I would never have kept you.” Dad said. “No it’s not true.” I said as tears started to run down my face. “Just look at you. You will never be as strong as them.” Dad said. “Stop.” I said as I put my hand over my ears. I felt myself get knocked to the ground. I looked up to see Jason and Dick standing over me. I quickly got up from the ground and started to run away. “Oh come on Y/n don’t run away from us!” Dick yelled. As I ran it started to hurt my rips. But I couldn’t stop running because if I did Dick and Jason might kill me. I ran to the batcave to find something to help defend myself with. I was about to grab a staff when I felt some grab the back of my shirt throwing me across the room and into a wall. I started to cough as the wind got knock out of me. I saw Jason smirk down at me. “Jason please stop.” I said. Then Dick gave over to me kicking me in the face. I started to spit out blood as I slowly stood up. “This isn’t you two. I know you two will never hurt me. I love you and you love me.” I said. “You’re wrong. We don’t love you. We never loved you.” Dick said. “I don’t believe that.” I said as I threw a punch a Dick. Only for him to grab my hand and punched me. Dick stepped away quickly as Jason kicked me making me fly back landing hard on the floor in front of the batcomputer. “Stop please. This is Trigon. He is doing this. He is making you say these things.” I said slowly getting up. “No this is us. Bruce doesn’t want you in the picture anymore and told us do it.” Jason said. “No dad loves me.” I said as I spat blood in Jason’s face. “If Bruce loved you then how come he never let you be like us?” Dick asked. I couldn’t find answer for that. “See you know that we are right.” Jason said. “No of this is real.” I said. Dick grabbed me holding me in place as Jason took the R boomerang from his chest and stabbed me with it. I let out a scream. “Does this feel real enough for you?” Jason asked. I swung my head back hitting Dick in the face making him let me go. I quickly rush over grabbing the gun that kill my grandparents pointing at both of them. They both laughed. “You really think Bruce would keep it loaded?” Dick said. “No he does it but Jason does.” I said but the putting the gun to my head and pulled the trigger. 

I let out a gasp as I found myself standing in the middle of a living room. I saw that Dawn, Donna, Hank, Kory, and Jason were standing next to each other. But they were just standing there not moving. “Jason?” I asked putting a hand on his shoulder. He look at me and he’s eyes were pitch black. I back away from him as a girl with blue hair and a boy with green hair ran it the room. The girl must be Rachel. “Oh. Thank god. You got in. You’re here.” Rachel said. Everyone turn around and they all had black eyes. I moved to where Rachel and the boy were standing. “No.” Rachel said. “Your children aren’t they beautiful?” A woman asked. “I have only one child. And to her I would give her the world.” Trigon said as he walked towards us. “Rachel what the hell?” The boy asked. “Don’t fight it Rachel. It’s perfectly natural. It’s who they are. It’s who we all are inside.” Dick said as he walked into the room his eyes black like the rest of everyone. “Don’t listen to him. That’s not true. They’re still there.” The boy said. How come I wasn’t like them? Why am I still myself. “No. Cue the final betrayal. You know what to do. ” Trigon said. “Gar.” Rachel said as they started walking towards us. I felt an arm wrap around my waist pulling me back. I look to see Dick smirking at me. Kory held Rachel back as the other started to beat Gar. “Stop!” I yelled fighting against Dick’s grip the Kory threw Rachel back. Then Dick threw me back as I landed on a table breaking it. My ears started to ring as I got up. I saw Dick walking over to Gar helping him up but then he grabbed him by the throat making him crash into a shelf breaking it. Rachel ran over to him trying to help him but it didn’t help. She could back up walking back over to the other as she screamed. The all of the glass shattered. I got hit by some of the flying glass. “Save him!” Rachel yelled. Trigon shook his head. “Not this time. I told you it would end. You should have listened to me. Maybe he could’ve lived. But now his death is on your hands. Your friends are murderers all because of you. You’re a monster inside. A bringer of death. That’s all you are. All you’ve ever been. Just like me.” Trigon said walking towards Rachel. “Leave her alone you asshole.” I said. “No.” Rachel said as she cried. “I’m sure it breaks your heart. Yes. I can see it does. Good.” Trigon said then he shoved his hand inside Rachel’s chest. “No!” I screamed in horror. Trigon pulled out Rachel heart it was still beating as she fell to the ground. Then he crushed her heart as he started to turn into a monster. 

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[bishopsorphan]

Snapshots from the End of Days (SPN spoilers; Epic Ducifer AU)

“Dean, what the Hell did you do?”

Dean almost dropped his phone from shock. Every number. Every name. Every contact. They’d all gone to voicemail. All of them but Bishop.

---

The vampire sat at the table in the war room, chugging down his second mason jar of blood from the eligible donors that surrounded him. “So, let me get this straight. After Chuck got done destroying every alternate universe out there,” his voice sank as he licked his lips, “he came back. And raptured everyone but us off the planet. Because it makes for a good ending?”

“Yeah,” Gabe said, sitting down on the table beside him. “Sorry. I know how much you wanted to find your guy in some world where he didn’t shank you.”

“Decapitated,” Bishop clarified, showing off the scar that roped around his neck. “And it’s fine. Used to disappointment by now.”

“How’d you even survive?” Sam asked. “I mean, we – Dean, me, Luce, Jack, Cas, Nick, Dagon, Gabe, even Gwen – we’re his final main characters –“

“Gee, thanks, Sam.”

“No, I saw another world, another ending, where he used you to get us to kill each other. He said you weren’t his. He liked you as a character, but you weren’t really his.”

Bishop shrugged. “I’m technically dead twice over, Sam. Off the radar. Maybe he can’t find me.”

“It’s like he’s pulling from everywhere,” Gwen said. “Time travel, alternate universes. Crossovers. It’s not so much a Gospel as it is fanfiction anymore.”

Luce chuckled. “He’s out of ideas. Sam and Dean won’t kill each other. I bailed on the Apocalypse. Nick won’t kill Dean, wouldn’t give in to my evil twin, wouldn’t kill Gwen. We let Jack live. We fucked up his story. There’s nothing left.”

There was a knock at the door. They all turned to look at the sheet of metal, the room falling quiet.

“The last survivors sat together in a bunker,” Bishop intoned. “There was a knock at the door.” He finished off the last of the blood. “Shortest horror story in the book.”

---

It was another one. Another Luce. Another Nick. Another Bishop. Carbon copy.

“Goopy.”

Lucifer smiled, eyes glowing red, and swiped a finger under his nose as it started to leak black. “Guess who the Empty yeeted again?” He sauntered up to Nick. “You have anything to do with that, you sly dog?” He winked.

“You saved my daughter,” Nick said. “But you’re not the Lucifer I’ve been praying to.”

He frowned. “Party pooper. I brought a present, though.” He snapped his fingers and a woman in chains appeared. “It’s the final reaper,” he sing-songed.

---

“Wow, a betrayal,” Luce muttered from his place on the floor. “From evil me, even. Never saw that coming.”

“What do you say, Killer?” Lucifer asked, holding out a gold-plated hammer to Nick. “You and me against the world. Or in charge of it. Remaking it. Just like we planned.”

Nick licked his lips, looking back at his family. Then turned back to the angel he’d said yes to all those years ago. “Where’d you even find this?” He asked, taking the proffered weapon.

The angel smiled. “Went through your stuff. Knew you were the sentimental type.”

“Yeah,” he said. He turned back to the angel that had taken him in, Dean’s Lucifer, the one he’d been meant to kill the hunter to have. He smiled. Nodded. “Yes.”

When he turned back to the traitor, his eyes were red. He swung the hammer, and kept swinging until Chuck’s little mole was heaped in a bloody pile on the ground.

When he turned away from the corpse, his eyes were blue, Luce smiling up at him from his place on the ground. “You know, Nicky, when you suggested smelting down Michael’s sword and using it to coat some weapons just in case, I thought you were just being paranoid, but that was pretty smart.”

Bishop licked his lips, eyes trained on the corpse. “You guys gonna finish that?”

---

And just like that, everything was back to normal. Everyone was back, like they’d never left. Like the world had never stopped.

“You did it, kid,” Gabe said, slapping a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “You actually did it.”

Gwen threw her arms around him in a tight hug. “I knew you could.”

“So, that’s it,” Dean said. “Everything’s right.” His eyes followed the dog they’d found earlier as it trotted across the road.

Jack nodded. “Everything.”

“Bishop?”

It was a new voice, a voice only one of their group had ever heard before.

The vampire turned, his mouth falling open, hands shaking at his sides. “Aidan?”

He’d wanted this. It had been his whole reason behind helping Dean out of Purgatory. Helping Aidan. Saving Aidan. Finding Aidan. But Aidan had been gone. Buried. Lost. Caught up in coups and plagues and then a fire.

He’d searched, but found nothing. No way to fix the problem, not until Dean had reappeared, asked him for help saving a town from spirits from Hell. Not until he’d learned about Nick, about the existence of alternate realities, worlds where Aidan might be alive. Might be waiting for him.

And now here they were, standing in a busy street, staring at each other.

“Jack?” Gabriel asked.

“We talked about it,” the new God explained. “I asked Gabe for help. We were gonna find a way to let you hop between worlds. Because you helped us. And you were sad. But then Chuck destroyed them all.”

Bishop turned to the boy, tears in his eyes. “You…?” A hand touched his shoulder and he whirled back to Aidan.

“I saw,” Aidan said. “I saw what you did. You saved the world.”

“You died human. You got your door.”

“He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to be,” Jack explained. “I asked.”

Aidan smiled. “You loved me,” he said. “And I know that now. You… more than anything.”

Bishop smiled back. “Let’s go home.”

---

And they did. They all did.

To Boston.

Bishop and Aidan.

To the bunker.

Dean, Luce, Nick.

Sam and Gabriel.

Castiel and Dagon.

And to a future that only existed because she’d helped save it.

Gwen. Alone in her apartment. Until suddenly she wasn’t.

“Jack?”

He held up his hand in greeting. “Hi.”

“Is something wrong? What are you doing here?”

“I’m everywhere,” he said. “But I realized that the place I really want to be is here. With you.”

She smiled. “I want you to be here, too.”

---

And they lived happily ever after.

[aksthetwosainthijimiko-blog]

I’m Not Zero

So... what happens when I turn Zero as a Vaishnava (someone’s whose Navigator is God, Krishna)?

Not what you’d expect.

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Phantom struggled, he had lost the fight, he was as close to shut down as he could... and would bring Zero with him to the void.

Or... this had been the plan.

But it seemed the Red Plague had other plans.

“G... Get of me!” Phantom scream as he tried to dislodge the maverick currently plugged in his system, hacking his programs and turning of the self-destruction module that had been about to activate...robbing the Shinobi of his glorious sacrifice in the most shameful and disgusting of manner.

“Nope... Not after what you tried to do, coward.” Zero spat as he reduced Phantom’s mobility to that of a newborn kitten. Still pressing onto him, preventing the already damaged reploid from even attempting to fight him off...

He had a mission to finish, and if he had to take his own miserable life to get the wily old model scrapped.

Said wily old model was now currently crushing him against the far wall. And despite Phantom’s superior processing speed, Zero’s movement speed had been beyond what he could record.

And for this... he was now disarmed and experiencing the horrifying reality that Zero was in his OS.

Unable to lift his weight, the Shinobi was lowered to the ground by the bane of Neo-Arcadia. Said bane unplugged from Phantom and turned him around so that he was sitting more or less comfortably with the wall at his back.

“Hey... you alright there?” He dared to asked as if he really cared for an enemy.

“You hacked me!” Phantom accused as he tried to burn the sicko with his eyes.

It was inefficient, but it would have to do.

“You were about to suicide.” Zero stated as he peered right into Phantom’s soul. His dark eyes holding a power beyond anything the Shinobi had experienced before.

Not even from a fully grown elf.

“... and why do you care?” He challenged as he tried to unlock his detonation protocols, only to discover that it was completely gone. “Curse you...curse you to the deepest pits of hell!” He tried to scream, but he only managed to hissed it.

Then... Zero did something that took Phantom completely off guard.

Zero smiled.

“Oh... Thank you.” He spoke with not a shred of sarcasm. “May you reach Goloka then.” the bid to the downed guardian.

“Gee, thanks... may you go to Goloka too then.” Phantom slathered as much hatred and sarcasm he could...like a human would do with this brown stuff.

But instead of anger born of a bruised ego, Zero’s gave an even brighter smile! “Great! So don't you dare suicide again, and I’ll personally let you pass Chandranana stick.” he declared as he finally moved out from Phantom’s face... only to sit beside him on the most infuriating and casual manner as possible. Even daring to appeared tired as he let out a huff.

Phantom did his best to ignore him... and attempted to contact reinforcement. Only to be met with a disabled transceiver. Zero had cut whatever access to help he had.

The black and white reploid managed to slid his eyes toward the maverick... he was all alone with the beast, the killer of all mutos and... there was nothing he could do.

Phantom closed his eyes...and began to empty his mind of all thoughts and fear. If he was about to face death...or worst, then he would rather prepare himself and enter the void even before Zero had any chance to corrupt and kill him...or worst.

Time became meaningless, his body but a suggestion...and his mind silent...

“Hare Hare...Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare...Hare Krishna Hare Krishna..”

Phantom’s eyes flew open, his meditation broken. And openly gapped at the maverick.

Zero was sitting in a lotus position, he still had his erect back to the wall, his head held high and gently swinging to the Mantra.

Oh, Phantom knew what a mantra sounded like...and he knew what Mantra meditation was. He was just taken aback as to how the bane of Neo-arcadia’s well-being knew mantra meditation... Not that it was such a great thing.

Those mantras were just crushes, aids for calming the mind. Eventually, the practitioner would keep them inside his purified mind...and finally, they would need nothing.

“So... you still at level one.” Phantom sneered, more than willing to rib the beast until he would either go mad and or leave. “ Pathetic, you can’t even remain in silence.”

“...not really.” Zero admitted. “The Maha-Mantra is meant to be shared with other’s. The more you share, the more potent it gets.” He revealed with a (beatific) smile. Then he turned to Phantom. “How about you? What do you meditate on?” He asked... “Actually, can you wait for... I think thirty minutes? I just have four rounds left to chant and... I would like to finish them today.”

Phantom stared.

Zero sighed. “Listen... the reason why I’m hiding here is that I didn’t have any peace for the last five days since my resurrection. And I barely had anytime to chant any rounds... and my Gayatris.” He admitted with a grumble.

Phantom gapped... this... His intel had told him nothing about that.

“I just want thirty minutes... more if possible.” Zero sighed. “I really don't want to cause any trouble.”

“Not cause us trouble?!” Phantom scoffed. “Well, didn’t you destroy our most important supply train? Took over a factory... And now you’re here to kill master X!” The Shinobi accused the mad man.

“Yeah... Sorry about the train... I still have no idea why Ciel wanted the thing gone. And the computer’s too.” He admitted as he rubbed the back of his helmet.

“Wait... What computer?” Phantom asked.

“You know, the one Leviathan used for Hacking the resistance... I was supposed to destroy them but... I just turned them off, I hope it didn’t cause any inconveniences.” Zero admitted as he let his head heavily rest on the wall, his helmet noisily hitting it. “I swear... I had no idea what I was doing half the time... Thank God for.... God.”

Once again, Phantom hidden brows reached the top of his unseen hair. “God?”

“Yeah... you know, Krishna. He helped me realized that what I was doing was dangerous. Still had to stop this damn train tough, it would have derailed by junction 2-b, by the park... That’s what He said anyway.”

A shudder intruded in Phantom’s frame. Yes, he knew this infamous junction in Neo-arcadia’s most popular park.

Why was there a park in such a dangerous area, and why was a centennial overpass above it that kept dropping pieces of concrete... it could only be a device by the urban sector to do some population control...

‘Alright... Have to look into this mater...’ Phantom tried not to be to happy and admit that Zero’s presence and destructive behaviour had work out for the best in the end but...

“What are your intention?” He asked, not expecting much from the maverick.

“Serve Krishna... Stop the fake from spiting on my X’s legacy and memory and find his tomb.” He revealed like one listed a grocery list.

Phantom stared at him owlishly. “I beg your pardon?”

“My ultimate mission is to constantly serve the lotus feet of God, Sri-Krishna. And He just so happens to like X enough to help me get him out of trouble again.” Zero elaborated to a still confused guardian. “He told me he was between Area X and the throne room at the top. I may have to face Ciel’s copy... But He told me killing him will only make things worst.” He huffed.

“Wait, wait wait! What do you mean by... Ah...”

“Confused?”

“Yes...” Phantom peevishly admitted. “Let’s start with the...copy.”

“Four years ago, Ciel made a copy of X, he went crazy...like all copies do, and now she wants me to kill him.” The ever infuriating Zero explain. “Even X want’s him dead... By the way, do you have any idea why X is now a Cyber-elf?” He asked the Shinobi, who was still trying to compute what Zero had just said.

“What?”

“ X got turned into a cyber-elf... so I guess he’s a... like  Ghost, but Krishna told me he’s more like an astral-projection.” He explained.

 “So God told you.” He pointed at Zero. “That our master X... is a copy.... and that the real one is... still alive and astral-projecting as a cyber-elf... and he never spoke to us?” Phantom scoffed. “Alright, what Type of third-party program you downloaded to get this High?”

“None... That was Ciel, the one who made the copy... who told me about the Copy.”

“And you are aware she’s a traitor to Neo-Arcadia?”

“And you are aware that her information was confirmed by a disembodied X?”

“And how do you know it was X? For all you know, this crazy-cyber elf is just pretending to be X and Ciel, being the junior terrorist she is, tricked you all to assassinate our glorious master.” Phantom shot back. “And aren’t you supposed to suffer from amnesia?”

“ Oh, Krishna cured me of that... I just didn't tell people.” Zero gave a shrugged. “Listen, I’ve known X before the first maverick war, and we’ve been partner for fifty years before I did my dumb pro-move.” Zero informed the practically immobile phantom. “ I Know my Partner...and I know that his biggest pet peeve is to have a fraud use his face to propagate racism and wholesale slaughter. Oh, and speaking with which, were you aware as to how they retire reploid at the centre?” The now incense reploid asked the still very confused Phantom. “They crush them to death under a spiked platform... the operator stand on top.” Zero glowered.

Phantom stared at the fuming mad-bot... “Ah! And you want me to believe that?!”

Zero’s gaze did not move from Phantom’s... but his featured now held the eyes of a man who saw too much. 

And suddenly... Phantom received a tiny video package... it was the fight with Aztec Falcon... on top of a very oily platform... some retired units crushed limbs and a very small reploid’s head was still stuck on the spikes. Their empty gaze boring a hole in Phantoms artificial soul.

Now... Phantom was used to the horrors of wars... and he knew what torture was, but those he would question would always have a swift death by his blade and their bodies respectfully disposed not... not...

“Harpuia... Harpuia must not... this is...” He felt sick... quite a feat for one who lacked a gagging reflex. Something that was useless in his thankless job.

“If he’s aware of it... Krishna gave me permission to cut off his head...” Zero’s tone held a dark promise of retribution. And Phantom was certain he would and could see it through. “This is what the resistance is fighting against... and this is why X told me to destroy his Copy with extreme prejudice.”

Phantom’s head snapped back toward the red nemesis.

“And... Gods... what did God have to do with all this again?” Phantom weekly asked, feeling his whole world to be reduced in rubble.

“Ah... Krishna’s just navigating me toward and auspicious result. Something that won't leave a bloody crater at my exact location.” Zero informed the Shinobi as if this was a complete normal thing to go through. “And he told me where I could find X... He’s in a coma and... Basically, he sealed a very confused elf with his frame, this caused him to... get pushed out of his current body and now... I have to get him out of this tower and try to convince the goof to return.”

“And then?”

“And then... if I succeed, I give a new name to the copy, teach him how to be the best ruler he can, then I bring X to Mayapur where we will live our last decades away from politics, wars and whatever else made this place famous.” Zero enumerated as he once again took to the lotus position. “Now... If you’ll excuse me, I have a few rounds I have to chant...”

“Why did you tell me all this?” Phantom asked, still shaken by the numerous revelation he had just received from the second oldest reploid in the world.

“Krishna told me I couldn’t to it alone... and from everyone in Neo-Arcadia, you're the sanest.” And with that, he began to chant again, leaving a very stunned Phantom to compute all the information he had just received.

Thirty minutes later, Zero’s pleasant drone stopped, and he got up. “Alright... I’ll just... give you back your limbs, I couldn’t risk having you have another go again.” He mumbled as he turned Phantom around and, after repluging it to his system in the most respectful way possible, switched his cerveaus back on. even going as far as to help the ninja up and dusting him off.

Then he took a step back, inspecting Phantom under a critical eye...

Then he reached in his meta-pocket.

Phantom... quite stupidly froze. Only to be proven wrong when Zero pulled out an Energen tank. it was already open... And half-drained.

“I know... It’s all I have.” Zero apologized.

Phantom stared at... maybe a peace offering.

Reviewing all that he had learned, and the revelation the mad man had given him....

He pushed the can away. “As much as I appreciate the offer, I’d rather you have it Zero.”

The Red Legend stared at Phantom, his features unreadable.

“You need it more than I...” Not really, but the Guardian of darkness knew where to find the emergency rations. “ I will humour you and let you look in every nook and Cranny of this tower for X. If you find it and prove that the one I’ve been serving is a Plagia, then I will personally kill him. If not... Your life will be forfeited.” He intoned darkly. “You have twenty-four hours...”

“Oh ah... Thank you. I...” A small and infinitely grateful smile light his features. “This... this is more than I deserve.”

“Indeed.” Phantom inclined his head, sending a message to his fellow guardian. “You may stay here and prepare... Mediate as long as you desire, the day is not over yet.”

“No... I’d rather not waste anyone's time. And Krishna’s telling me the earlier I start the better. Thank you for the offer tough.” Zero paused... it was clear he was listening to someone. “Krishna just told me that you have to come with me since I will need a trustworthy witness. You fit the bill.”

“You know I’m a ninja, right?” Phantom asked.

“So am I... and as He said, your trustworthy.” And with that, Zero closed the subject and turned his heels. “Come on, we need to get to area-X, He said that’s were the service door to Yig... Yadra... To where X is.”

“Alright... lead the way.” At this point Phantom had nothing to lose... and he had the feeling this would prove to be most entertaining.

“Oh, by the way. You may call me Dhira-Lalita Das... Or just Lalita, for short.” Zero informed the shinobi... who had that point just nodded, humouring the clearly insane obsolete model.

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And this monstrosity was born after that failed R.P...to be continued.

[zoeyandguys]

Wow, that Stitchwraith gang meme was random. Got any ideas for the Blackbird book?

Thank You! I am well aware it is Random!

And By “Ideas” do you mean the re-write of the Stitchwraith epilogue by me and a Friend on discord that s currently 7 pages long and hasn’t been updated in awhile??

I’m guessing not, also since I’m currently on a laptop while answering this I’ll put the main answer under cut so it hides spoilers form anyone who just happens to be scrolling.

Please note that I have yet to get a copy of the book for myself nor do I have the means too. Even if I did I likely wouldn’t be getting to it in awhile with the way I’m doing art based on the books rn. And since Dawko has yet to post a review on any of the story (which he doesn’t have to do soon, he can do whatever he want), I’ll be basing all this on the spoiler book on reddit, and want my friend who has the book told me

As for Blackbird itself? Nothing really. The only thing I came up with it was LONG before the book came out, and based on the image alone. It takes place in my “Framed AU”, something I have yet to post anything about, but it’s based on the idea William had a twin brother who was the actual killer, and ended up becoming Springtrap due to the kids thinking he was his brother. The idea was Black Brid was a small animatronic bird (ironic to what blackbird actually was) with a camera inside made by Vincent (William’s Brother, who would’ve guessed) that can be connected to a USB to show the footages on a laptop. It isn’t haunted but is an self aware AI that mimics a bird’s personally for the most part. It’s name was “Blackberry” 

The Real Jake is what is gonna bring the most changes to my au. For one, I’m sadly gonna have of get rid of my cool eye designs for Stitch because we know Simon was based on Jake, who has simple brown hair and green eyes. Also speaking of Simon, in my AU his father put so much love and work into making him that a part of his soul got attached to the doll, allowing it to “live” and him fully become Simon after he died. He didn’t mean to put Jake’s soul in the doll too, he was just trying to cheer Jake up after sneaking out of the drawer he was locked in and it happened. He only managed to get a bit away from the house before he was knocked out.

Hide and Seek, is an interesting case. I always been a fan of the Shadows. My personally theory/idea is that they were both workers who in Springlock failures in two incomplete suit. The only other person there, who was the one who was supposed to test the suits, hide there bodies away, and now the two haunt the pizzeria’s usually moving to the next pizzeria when stuff from the one they were at moves. They were Cushions in human life, Shadow Freddy once being a man named “Victor” and Shadow Bonnie once being a women named “Sliver”. (side note, shadow bonnie uses the Them/They because of this). They at some point forgot nearly all about there human lifes besides how they died and why they likely aren’t able to move on, so they came up with there own name. “Shadow Freddy goes by “Shade” and Shadow Bonnie goes by “RWQFSFASXC”, but more often then not goes by “Dusk” because no one besides them can say there name.

ANYWAY BACK ONTO TRACK OF THE STORY- Most humans are unable to see the Shadows, in fact the only other souls who can see them are ones that possesses the animatronics. So when the game in the story came in, Dusk had quickly tried to play it despite going through all psychical things normally, and ended up getting sucked in. It was Originally meant to be a game with toy bonnie or normal bonnie, but Dusk ended up taking the  spot of them, and found they gain some control over the game. to the first few people who played Dusk tried to tell them what happen in hopes of someone finding their and Shade’s bodes and burying them to put them to rest, but after awhile stop trying because the strange messages were making Employees talk about unplugging it. However the ability to interact with normal people again was something Dusk held close to heart, which is why they went crazy when Toby destroyed the game and wouldn’t let him go until it was fixed and won by him. At this point Dusk hardly leaves the Machine during the day now. Shade still hasn’t let go of the fact that for a moment Dusk had a chance to find there bodies and put them to rest and spent it all chases after a man who broke a video game.

Epilogue 6.... NEEDS TO DIE IN A WHOLE.  This couldn’t have waited until, like, the 8 book?? So here’s what happens in my Stitchwraith gang AU. JAKE AND ANDREW DO NOT DISAPPER. They just get hurt and layed besides the remains of Stitchwraith, which does not get fused with the The Miscreation.   Simon/Evan (who was locked away inside of Stitchwraith by William, and was the one who gave Jake his memories flashback.) becomes some sort of Phantom Stitchwraith and helps Jake and Andrew into a new Endo. They go back to the warehouse and plot murder. Also  The Miscreation ends up outside Vanny’s house