#victor (twilight sun)

[lethal-liability]

presented without context or apologies

you get two Rollos cuz he's my pookie 🥰

[twilightxsun]

thanks to @lethal-liability for the idea of making these :)

[blood-official]

Good evening Game of Vampires nation (all two of you)

[belovedvictorfrankenstein]

My newest beloved adaptation of Dr. Victor Frankenstein! He is delightfully unhinged!

[alwayswonderingandwandering]

mountain

[aquagirl1978]

Can i request Ellis Twilight with the prompt butterfly?

Thank you for the request

ellis twilight x reader | prompt: butterfly | word count: 750 | tags: mentions of blood and violence; a bit angsty

It was a perfect evening. The sky above was a painted canvas, shades of pale pink and muted purples blending together, highlighted by the last golden rays of the sun, as day shifted into night; an early autumn breeze kissed the air, a much needed reprieve from hot summer months. 

Except it wasn’t. There was nothing perfect about it.

You were walking hand in hand with Ellis, and the streets were quiet. Too quiet. Instead of providing a sense of calm one doesn’t get while living at Crown castle, the quiet was the perfect breeding ground for intrusive thoughts to invade your head. 

“Are you okay?” Ellis asked, his soft voice pulling you from your melancholy. Finching, you slowed your steps and tilted your face towards his. Ellis continued to speak, his voice still soft in the still air. “You haven’t been yourself since we left…”

His voice trailed off, allowing you to fill in the blanks in your head – the docks. 

“How can anyone…” You paused, then forced yourself to continue, the scene at the docks – and the smell of blood – still fresh in your head. “... be okay after witnessing that?”

The scene was grisly, more grisly than any scene you had ever witnessed before. The mission was supposed to be simple – well, simple was a relative word when compared to other Crown missions. Go in, scare some goons, get the information, and get out. With Jude taking charge and Ellis acting as his assistant, it should have been simple. 

You smelt the salty sea air before you saw the water, the waves crashing loudly against the restraining walls signaling that you were close. Jude was a few steps ahead, ready to warn you of any trouble ahead.

“What in blazes…. What’re ya doin’ here?”

Ellis stopped and bowed his head. “Ah, Jude, not again. Whatever happened to being quiet?” Ellis muttered to himself. He caught your gaze and tilted his head towards Jude’s voice. “Let’s go. Hopefully, I don’t have to save his ass again.”

“Lemme guess, Victor got all the information he needed and yer skippin’ straight to the execution.”

A light, melodic laugh filled the air. “That’s right.” 

You glanced over at Ellis. “William’s here?”

Ellis sighed. “I’m so sorry.” 

You didn’t have a chance to wonder why Ellis was apologizing; instead, you were distracted by a butterfly that slowly glided across your path, its large orange wings still easy to spot in the waning daylight. 

It must still be looking for a place to rest for the evening, you thought to yourself. There was a twinge in your heart as you watched the butterfly flapping its bright wings, fluttering in the sky. 

Knowing what would most likely happen, a part of you hoped it would find a more peaceful place than here at the dockyards.

“Let’s go,” Ellis whispered, tugging on your arm.

And like that, the butterfly was gone, off to find a place to sleep for the night. 

“Take this knife and slit your throat.”

Ellis pulled you into an embrace, his long arms wrapping around your waist, and placed a gentle kiss upon the crown of your head. “If I knew it was gonna happen like that, I would have never brought you tonight.”

Closing your eyes, you saw William’s face. His smile, despite having just murdered those men. The drops of blood splattered on his cheek. Blood that matched his eyes. Blood that wasn’t his.

“This is my life,” Ellis continued. “This is the darkness I live with every day. It’s a part of me. And sometimes I forget you’re not used to that part of my life.”

Nuzzling your face against his chest, the scent of freshly washed linen comforted you.

Ellis tilted your face with his thumb so that you were looking up at him. “Why don’t we get you a hand pie. I think the stand is still open.”

“It's going to take more than a hand pie to make me feel better,” you said with a small smile.

“I'll do anything to make you happy.”

That’s right, Ellis absolutely would. Taking his hand, you walked off together towards the stand. Ellis wouldn't be able to erase the events of tonight, but he was able to soothe you and make things easier. 

Not long ago, you felt like the butterfly, lost while searching for your place to rest. Glancing over to Ellis, his profile handsome against the darkening skies, you knew you finally found your place. 

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[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Victor Edwin Payne

Thomas King doesn’t know what he’s fucking dealing with. Thomas might have power and money, but he’s Capitol born and bred. He has power, alright, and he might have allied with the rebellion to take down the Games and the President’s Council, still ruling Panem in the President’s name, but he doesn’t know what it takes to be Edwin Payne. What it takes to get out of that Arena, breathing through blood and broken bones and guilt and crawling your way to your Victory. What it takes to be a child forced to kill other children, forced to make yourself into a monster, forced to be the only one to make it out. What it takes to be standing there in front of the hovercraft, bleeding, half-dead, knowing that you only survived because everyone else died.

Monty remembers Edwin’s Games. Remembers the way that he had mostly won using traps, able to keep far away, until the final day when he had been in a fight with Simon. Simon, the boy from One, had tried to sacrifice Edwin to the spider mutts, and by all means, Simon, who was bigger and better-trained and had been eating better for the three weeks they’d been in the Arena, should have won. Edwin Payne should have died that day and Monty should have died three years later.

But Edwin has always run faster than anyone would have predicted. He’s always been faster, endured longer, broken harder without falling than anyone ever gave him credit for.

Edwin is not just a pretty thing that ended up in Capitolite beds. He’s not just a quick tongue and a quicker mind. He is a survivor with a heart that beats louder and bigger than anyone else that Monty has ever met. He is bloodied and broken and brutal and beautiful because of all of that.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, there's nothing sweeter than my baby (so full of love I could barely eat)

But oh, my heart was flawed I knew my weakness So hold my hand Consign me not to darkness

So crawl on my belly 'til the sun goes down I'll never wear your broken crown I can take the road and I can fuck it all away But in this twilight, our choices seal our fate

-Mumford & Sons, Broken Crown

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Exalted Art Challenge Week 4: Beastpeople

The Amoda mothfolk are mentioned in passing as one of the Caulborn beastfolk clans… But I need way more information about them. They get two sentences, one of which says they don't believe the sun exists! What does that mean? Well, I'm a writer, so I get to make it up! This is my week 4 exalted art challenge. I couldn't really think of a way to make the weekly topic work, but the 24th was "beastpeople," so I figure that's good enough justification to get all this lore from my head onto the page!

The dozen clans of the Amoda worship Luna as the greatest of all gods beside the Caul itself, and view the sun as a feeble reflection of her divine power. She is regarded as a trickster god by them, but also as a protector against the predations of the wyld and the dragonblooded. So long as they live their lives in the moon's light, they keep themselves safe from most external threats. But walking in the moonlight means more than just keeping from sunlight; the Amoda practice trickery, and particularly theft, as a game. When not at war, practically all Amoda, from their first steps, wear lots of jewelry and adorn themselves with dangling pendants, all to be stolen. While these are meant to be protected, they are also meant to be stolen, so they tend to be crafted from pretty rocks and twists of hide and hair, rather than precious metals or gemstones. Any stolen are worn by the victor, and a pendant gains meaning with each owner attaching another adornment. Amoda folk tales regularly speak of pendants stolen a hundred times being used in battle, or in clever trades with deadly fair folk hunters.

Aside from these pendants, the most commonly stolen thing among the clans are their nocturnal cave-yaks. Boasting smaller horns and lighter but longer fur than those found elsewhere in the world, they make up the primary form of wealth and food for the clans. The most precious of them are brought with the clans, their horns decorated with charms like those they wear, while thousands more roam atop the hilly region beneath which the Amoda make their homes. It is these most precious that are stolen by other clans, rustled by night when they are grazing upon the grasses of the hills. The yaks make up their primary source of food, clothing, and tools.

In the caves beneath the hills are dozens of semi-permanent camps, and hundreds of miles of tunnels, each with stars painted on the ceiling to navigate by. These are used as the clans' primary means of travel during twilight hours, and during the summer when night hours grow scarcer. Within these camps and tunnels, the clans are at peace. While jewelry and pendants are stolen during meetings, yak and trade goods are held sacred beneath the hills. Every clan wants the others to survive, and trades are often lopsided, a clan receiving more than they offer if the other knows they need the help, in exchange for a few extra stolen trinkets.

Aside from tricksters and herders, the Amoda are expert navigators, experienced beyond simply the hills they call home, and are often hired as guides by visiting lunars; they refuse any business with the dragonblooded, preferring to keep their distance from powerful groups and stealing from weaker ones. For the most part, the Amoda clans abhor violence, preferring to lose their enemies in woods and tunnels, or to demoralize them with trickery. There are two clans that boast great warriors, often found in the employ of lunars, and they stray the furthest from their hills the most often.

Their legends are kept by priests, who have cast off their clan and family name, visiting all clans, spreading news and legends with them. While their most sacred legends are recited word for word with allowance only for dramatic sounds or gestures, any younger ones are changed to focus on favorite characters or further dramatize actions. Most of the sacred legends center around Sword-Eater, the Lunar that blessed them with their moth form, and who fought duels against hundreds of dynasts, claiming their swords as prizes. The shattered remains of these jade swords mark each camp within their caves. From Sword-Eater, they inherited fighting techniques based around disarming and humiliating their foes, as well as a hatred of the usurpers. Many newer legends center around mortals besting dragonblooded, and young and foolhardy warriors often make this their goal. The priests are also primary in dealing with the fair folk and gods that are so abundant on the Caul, though the clans typically make no rules forbidding others from doing so. Indeed, tricking a god or fae is held in high regard by every one of them. Priests are the only Amoda that do not wear pendants or jewelry, eschewing wealth and marking themselves as somewhat apart from the rest of society.

Sorcery is practiced by the sages of the clans, who practice ecstatic deprivation, gaining insight from dreams after sleepless days or feasts after a week without food. Their spells tend to resemble those cast by the dragonblooded, focussing on manipulation of elements and nature. They use these to shape the weather, ward off intruders, and in dire cases, fight those who would prey upon them. Each clan has one sage, and when they die, they select a youth to train under another clan's sage. A new sage's training complete, they return to their home clan, joining the two clans in a great feast.

Physically, the Amoda are tall, thin, and, unsurprisingly, mothlike. Their heights typically surpass those of the tallest humans they meet, thanks in part to the extra set of shoulders (and arms) they possess. They sport fluffy fur, with a soft peach fuzz over their whole body, with tufts around their wrists, legs, and neck, giving them almost a mane. The color of this fur, as well as their hair, are widely varied, seemingly not carried over from parents to children. In the rare circumstance that their hair is exposed to sunlight, it changes color, reflecting a much brighter version of their "true" colors. Their eyes are large, and they have antennae that are essential for speaking their language, which is made up not only of phonemes, but of twitches of their antennae and subvocal trills that are practically impossible to notice or hear by outsiders. Their names are made up of a personal, family, and clan name, and pronouncing them in languages aside the native tongue of the Amoda takes quite a long time. Because of this, they almost always go by nicknames to non-Amoda, who cannot hope to pronounce their names, though they appreciate lunars and gods who can speak their names.

The majority of Amoda do not have wings. They are born without them, and the process to obtain them is both exceptionally difficult and unspeakably painful. This is done via a month-long ritual of self-deprivation, drinking only water dripped from within their caves and eating nothing. As Calibration begins, the hopeful wraps themself in a handmade chrysalis, which is coated internally with a concoction that dissolves their skin and much of their muscle, reforming themselves thinner, taller, and with newfound wings. At the end of Calibration they emerge to a grand feast, where they, starved and scarred, eat their fill a dozen times over for several days. This ritual is mostly undergone by priests, all of whom must undertake the process as symbolic of Sword-Eater's ancient blessing rite that first created them, but a select few others, particularly noted duelists and sages, undergo the same process. The wings gained are not fit for flight without an enormous amount of effort and training, which many who attain them never undergo.

The Amoda have tense relationships with neighboring groups. While they are good-natured and friendly, anyone who visits them comes away with lighter pockets. When approached for trade, they are genuine and fair, but this is rare. They tend to have better trade relationships with Lunars, who either don't bring much but their necessities, or don't mind a few trinkets going missing, understanding it as the cost of doing business. While they rarely make craft with them, each clan maintain enormous underground stashes of jade and precious gems, squireling them away in hidden passageways, magically concealed from other clans. For those willing to do business with them, they offer shocking riches.

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[an-aroaces-harem]

Ellis Twilight Chapter 5

DISCLAIMER: I just deepl and google translated my way through this because I wanted to know what’s going on, so there are definitely mistakes but I believe I managed the general gist of the story. Anyway, it’s just a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes. Ikemen Villains belongs to Cybird.

Another note: I know Ikemen Villains is set in victorian London, but I will use the japanese suffixes because I prefer them.

The next morning. When I reported yesterdayʼs incident, Jude-san, who had received similar information, was also there.

Victor: “Circus” huh …?

Jude: That circus group seems to have disbanded a long time ago.

Kate: What!?

Ellis: Disbanded …?

Jude: “Grace Circus Troupe”

Jude: After making a huge success in London, he was tricked into debt by the maggots who flock to success and he was on fire.

Jude: A quick disband followed.

(Okay, then …)

Kate: I heard that Bill-sanʼs lost friend was “recruited”.

Kate: Itʼs impossible for them to be invited to a disbanded circus troupe. The recruitment has nothing to do with the kidnapping, right?

Ellis: Maybe someone is lying and lures the victims by pretending to recruit them to the circus.

Victor: I wonder if the Grace Circus still exists behind the scenes, only pretending to be disbanded on the surface.

Victor: Maybe it was the work of someone who worked under the name of the Grace Circus …

Victor: … Including that, an additional investigation is needed.

Victor: Jude, Ellis and Kate, thank you for the information.

Victor: The fair ended yesterday, so please take a break for now.

I took a deep breath as I stared at Victor’s back as he left with his long hair.

(As a ‘fairytale writer’, I may be fine as long as I just record the crimes of the Crown members …)

(I wish I could help with stopping this incident before there are more victims.)

(… Ah! Thatʼs right, a report.)

As a fairytale writer, I tried to think back whether there was any sin that he committed so that I could write a report about it this time.

(Hmm … Ellis-kun and Jude-san didnʼt do anything sinful, did they?)

(In the first place, I wonder if Ellis-kun would ever commit a crime that could be written in the report?)

(… Maybe it would be faster to write about Jude-sanʼs sins, who is hated so much that his life is threatened.)

Jude: Oi, donʼt act like yer thinking of somethinʼ rude.

Kate: What!? N-no way!

Jude: So, ya had the courage to go on a show and put yer body on the line?

Kate: How do you know that?

Ellis: Did you see it?

Jude: Even if ya donʼt like it, yerʼll be able to see it on such a huge stage at the fair.

Jude: I thought she was a troublesome woman who was constantly frightened in a scene of chaos and refused to escort her.

Jude-san looked at me again. He narrowed his eyes.

Jude: Ya seem to have the guts, so if yer willing to come with me, then Iʼd be happy to come.

Kate: Y-yes …

(Does that mean you approve of me a little?)

Jude: Ellis was the one who got me involved in the first place. Yer in charge of her.

Ellis: Yes, I know. Thatʼs good, Kate-san.

(Maybe this was a good thing …)

In this way, I ended up spending my days following Jude-san and Ellis-kun about their work.

He was attacked by business rivals and thugs once every three days.

A few days passed while I was writing in my notebook about the two people who would get revenge for even more outrageous behavior.

Then, when I finished my work as a fairytale writer for the day …

Ellis: Kate-san, I found a delicious restaurant. Would you rather take a detour or go home?

Ellis-kun always called out to me.

Today, it was a restaurant, and yesterday I was invited to a place with a beautiful view on the setting sun, eating crepes.

The day before yesterday, we had freshly baked baguette, and the other day, we saw a new poster in front of the theater, and on the way home, we ate meat pie.

Kate: Ellis-kun, youʼve been taking me to a lot of delicious restaurants lately …

Ellis: And …?

Kate: I feel like my body is getting a little heavy.

Ellis: I donʼt think it has changed at all … so why donʼt we go there?

Kate: … Iʼm coming.

(I just have to make up what I eat by exercising …)

Ellis: Really?

Ellis: Iʼm glad. I thought Kate-san would like that restaurant.

Ellis: I wanted to take you with me.

And the time I spent with Ellis-kun wasnʼt just about eating delicious food together—

Kate: Huh? Ellis-kun, this book is …

There was a book on the chair I always used in the common room.

Ellis: Oh, that … I believe you said you wanted to read it, right?

Kate: Thatʼs right …! Thank you … How much was it?

Ellis: Donʼt worry about it, itʼs a gift.

Ellis: Kate-san bought me some cranberry jam the other day, so I returned the favor.

Kate: Thatʼs because I wanted to thank you for taking me to the restaurant.

Ellis: Then, as a thank you for this … let me know what you think after you finish reading it.

(I gave him cranberry jam for the restaurant, and now he gave me a book for the jam …)

(What do I think about this book in return?)

Kate: … Is that a thank you?

Ellis: Yeah. Like listening to you.

Kate: There you go again …

(Ellis-kun is too good on pampering, isnʼt he …)

—The only thing that I found disturbing, however, were these particular questions Ellis-kun asked me regularly.

Ellis: Hey, Kate-san … how happy are you now?

What made me happy and how happy was I.

Perhaps wanting to know that, Ellis-kun sometimes asked me to come over and talk to him.

Usually, people asked me this when I was feeling happy.

He asked me questions as if he could see right through me, as if he was making sure I was happy.

It was like watching an exchange between lovers … that always made my heart tickle.

Kate: Hmm … I guess itʼs like when Iʼm taking a nap on my bed in the sun on my first vacation in a while.

I felt like Iʼve gotten better at expressing “happiness”, probably because I was always asked about it.

Ellis: …

He always smiled after blinking his eyes.

Ellis: … Iʼd like to see that. Would you take a nap with me next time?

Kate: T-together?

Ellis: Yeah. Think about it.

Ellis: Well then, Kate-san, see you tomorrow.

(Together …)

The kindness shown to me by Ellis-kun was so limitless that I almost felt conceited.

However …

(Oh, Iʼm afraid Iʼm going to be spoiled and pampered …!)

Perhaps driven by this sense of crisis, Iʼve been waking up early lately.

(Iʼm having more fun than I used to, even though Iʼm doing a job that could cost me my life.)

(Itʼs all thanks to Ellis-kun, who does everything he can to make me happy, but …)

At breakfast in the early morning, Jude-san happened to be alone with a newspaper, and I took the liberty of talking to him.

Kate: Is there a reason why Ellis-kun is so particular about happiness?

Jude: … What will ya do if ya know?

Kate: Huh? No, itʼs just a question.

Kate: He was so nice to me that I got worried …

As I spent time with Ellis-kun, I gradually realized what he had done—

He put “the other personʼs needs first”, not his own.

(As Ellis-kun said before.)

(Itʼs as if Ellis-kun has no feelings or desires of his own.)

Kate: I think Ellis-kun is a person who genuinely enjoys the happiness of others.

Kate: There have to be things he likes to do, and doesnʼt like to do.

Kate: Iʼm a little worried that heʼs not holding back.

Jude: … Heh, ya got a good grasp on that.

Jude-san snorted as he glanced down on the newspaper, seemingly uninterested.

Jude: So, ya believe there has to be an ulterior motive behind it and ya canʼt trust him?

(Eh …)

Kate: I didnʼt say that much.

But for a moment, I was at a loss of words, wondering if I could guess what Jude-san was saying.

Jude: Itʼs all the same.

Jude: “I canʼt read his true feelings, so I donʼt know if I should be happy to be pampered” is what ya thinkinʼ.

(… Truth to be told, he might be right.)

(Am I suspicious of Ellis-kun …?)

He was the type of person who would do anything to cheer me up.

I was afraid of becoming complacent with that kindness and missing out on the feelings behind it.

Jude: There ainʼt such a thing as genuine kindness, so leave that assumption aside.

Jude: Iʼm sure that his kindness isnʼt “just” due to simple favoritism.

Kate: Huh …?

Jude: Well, but if doesnʼt get particularly attached to ya, then itʼll be fine.

Kate: That sounds like there are circumstances where itʼs not okay for him to get attached …

Jude: Ha, yer smarter than I thought.

Jude-san raised an eyebrow and continued.

Jude: If ya know that much, donʼtcha think a smart girl would know what to do?

Jude-san looked down at the newspaper, as if he didnʼt feel like explaining further.

Thereʼs no such thing as genuine kindness.

If he doesnʼt get particularly attached, itʼs fine.

Even so, I could only get a warm impression.

So, I didnʼt know anything concrete about what would happen if I stayed with Ellis-kun.

(… What is this pain?)

It was as if I had reached out to touch a beautiful phosphorescent light and a small pin had pricked my fingertip.

Ellis: Morning Jude, Kate-san.

(Ah!)

Kate: Ellis-kun! Morning …

My heart skipped a beat and my hand involuntarily brushed against the silverware on the table.

Ellis: … What happened?

His gentle colored eyes looked at me with concern.

Kate: No, itʼs nothing.

Jude: All she did was whining and bemoaning how hungry she was.

Ellis: … I see. Then letʼs eat breakfast.

Ellis-kun smiled and took his seat.

(What Jude-san meant earlier … is to keep my distance so that he doesnʼt get really attached to me.)

(But … after being saved by his kindness so much, I canʼt act distant now.)

So, as usual, I smiled and called out to him.

Kate: Oh, I buttered the toast before it got cold.

Ellis: For me as well? … You did.

Kate: Thank you, as always.

Ellis: Thanks, Kate-san.

(When Ellis-kun smiles happily, it makes me happy too.)

I was sure that no one would leave him alone.

Because he was such a wonderful person.

(Iʼm sure thereʼs no way heʼll get particularly attached to me.)

(While repaying the kindness I received.)

(Letʼs spend the month trying not to be too on easy Ellis-kun.)

And not misjudge the his sense of distance—thatʼs what I vowed to do as soon as I came here.

(Every time he is kind to me, I almost forget that commandment.)

Since then, his kindness has crept into the cracks of my commandments, and the distance between our hearts gradually narrowed …

I was sure we had reached a point where I could still turn back.

(I canʼt make any more mistakes …)

Perhaps, surely—I canʼt make a mistake.

After finishing breakfast, when Kate had left to get ready to go out, Ellis turned his gaze to Jude.

Ellis: Hey, Jude.

Jude: If itʼs somethinʼ stupid, I ainʼt listening.

Jude made a noise with the newspaper as if to interrupt the voice.

Ellis: Do you think Kate-san will be the happiest in her life within a month?

Jude: Dunno.

Ellis: If she ever has a moment like this, I want it to be forever.

Ellis: Because sheʼs a nice person.

When Jude glanced up to him, he saw Ellis with a very serious expression on his face.

Jude: … Ha, yer as crazy as ever.

Ellis: I guess so.

Ellis: I … just donʼt like people I care about become unhappy.

Jude: …

Regarding the kidnapping incident, matters took a turn that night—

William wandered into the common room and saw Jude and Ellis discussing tomorrowʼs meeting.

Then he smiled at me as I took notes on the proceedings.

William: Weʼve received new information regarding the kidnappings from Alfons.

⤷ next chapter

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ikemen Villains - Ellis Twilight

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support Cybird by buying their stories. Expect grammatical errors. Not 100% accurate.

Love and happiness only become eternal when they come to an end.

Kate: "Will you join us and make your love eternal?"

Ellis: "What's this?"

Ellis and I were enjoying a new confiture from a bakery he recommended when a pamphlet was suddenly presented to us.

Victor: "Basically, it's a pamphlet urging people to join a new organization called Amour."

Victor: "I heard that it has become a secret craze among lovers in London."

Kate: "I've never heard about it before."

It sounded like a romantic claim, but it kinda screamed fishy.

Ellis: "Are you talking about the people who went there and never came back?"

Victor: "I'm surprised you know that, Ellis. You really are on top when it comes to rumors."

Kate: "Wait. They never came back?"

Victor: "That's right. The couples who went to the ceremony to make their love eternal have gone missing."

Victor: "Even those who didn't elope are missing."

Victor: "They were most likely murdered at the height of their happiness."

Kate: "Why?"

Victor: "To make their love eternal."

Ellis: "............."

Victor: "The building is on private land owned by a noble family, so the police can't go in without hard evidence."

Victor: "It's now our responsibility to expose the truth and bring evil to justice. That's why I want you, Kate, and someone else to go there and have a wedding."

Kate: "What? A wedding?

Victor: "You can't enter the organization's facilities unless you're getting married."

Victor: "In short, I want you guys to go undercover. Her Majesty has given this order."

(Going undercover in a dangerous organization and getting married to one of the crown members?)

I looked over the pamphlet one more time, worried.

Kate: "It says here that only those who truly love each other and have passed a screening process can make their love eternal."

Victor:  "Looks like you need to be recognized as lovers inside Amour's facility."

Ellis: "I'll do it."

Kate: "What?"

Ellis: "I want to marry you and make you happy."

(He knows we're going undercover, right?)

The way he said it sounded like a real proposal, and I had to reason myself out of the misunderstanding.

(I'm pretty sure Ellis wouldn't go too far.)

(Unless I ask him to do so.)

Ellis: "Can't I?"

Kate: "You can. Ellis, I look forward to working with you."

Ellis: "Mmm, likewise."

Victor: "I'm counting on you guys. Oh, but Jude's gonna get mad again."

Ellis: "Don't worry. I'll finish a week's worth of work today."

(He's efficient.)

Thus, Ellis and I were going to get married.

The sun went down while I was thinking about the undercover work.

(I guess this is all the stuff I need.)

I was getting my stuff ready for the overnight mission when I suddenly heard a knock.

Kate: "Yes?"

I opened the door, and there he stood.

Ellis: "Good evening."

He smiled as he said this, holding a cup of warm milk.

Ellis: "Here, you can have it if you like."

Kate: "We're not pretending to be lovers until tomorrow, you know?"

Ellis: "Yes, but I have to practice."

(It's certainly an important mission, and we can't afford to screw it up.)

Kate: "Right. Come on in."

He sat on the chair while I sat on the bed, drinking the hot milk together.

Kate: "It's delicious, warm, and comforting."

Ellis: "Yeah."

I could feel my body relaxing.

(Maybe I'm actually more nervous than I thought.)

(Maybe he noticed that and came to see me.)

Kate: "About the mission..."

Kate: "If they're really killing to make love last forever, then that's one hell of an organization."

Ellis: "I wonder about that."

Kate: "What?"

Ellis: "Love can only last forever when life ends."

Ellis: "That's why I'd rather stop time and make it eternal than have it broken."

Ellis: "If those lovers sincerely want that, then there's nothing wrong with making a place where that can happen."

"Two people in love will meet their death."

I thought about it and considered it wrong.

(I never got the idea that those lovers went there because they wanted to.)

Kate: "It's true that love comes in different forms for everyone."

Kate: "If it's something that both parties truly want, then maybe it's not right for others to say it's right or wrong."

Ellis: "..........."

Ellis: "You really are a nice person."

Kate: "Huh? No, you are."

Kate: "Thanks for the milk. I can sleep properly tonight."

Ellis: "Glad you liked it."

He smiled, and I couldn't help but sip the hot milk to cover up the pounding of my heart.

Thanks to Ellis, my fear of tomorrow completely subsided.

The next day, the mission finally began.

Layman: "Welcome to Amour!"

At the entrance of the church where "Amour" is based, we were greeted by a group of friendly-looking members of the church.

(I can't believe that these people might have possibly killed those couples.)

(It's kind of hard to believe.)

Layman: "First, tell us why you came to Amour."

Just then, Ellis hugged me tightly from behind.

Ellis: "I came here to make Kate mine forever."

Ellis: "Right?"

Kate: "Y-Yeah. I came here to be his forever."

Ellis: "............"

Layman: "You've passed! You may now enter."

Masterlist╏Part 2╏Premium╏Epilogue

[ellisgirl]

Ellis Twilight — Villain’s Night Story Event

Chapter 2

I do not own any contents of Ikemen Villains. This story being uploaded in this blog belongs solely to CYBIRD. Please support them by downloading their games and buying their stories. Both English and Japanese are not my mother tongue languages, please keep in mind that there will be mistakes and added words for my own preferences. I translate for my personal entertainment and for my own practice only.

The sun has just started to tilt, and it seems that there will still be time before the moon appears.

Ellis: “Miss Kate, are you leaving now? Or do you want to go to the tavern with me?”

Kate: "It's not fair to ask like that, Ellis...”

Ellis: “Fufu, sorry. ......Well then, let's just drop in for a bit and get home before the full moon comes out.”

Kate: "Yes! I agree."

Once seated, the owners serve us a succession of dishes and drinks to entertain us.

All of them were exquisite—we didn't realise that it started to get dark outside.

Bar customer: "Happy Halloween! *Hiccup* Another round please, Master."

(Somehow more people are getting drunk. .......Ah!)

When I looked out the window, it was completely dark outside.

— Flash back begins —

Victor: “You never know what's going to happen. You have to be back before the moon rises in the sky.”

— Flash back ends —

(...Ah, What should I do!)

Kate: "Ellis. The full moon is.......”

Ellis: “.......Yeah?”

Ellis sitting next to me doesn't seem to have changed anything from usual.

(......Still, it's better not to stay too long)

Kate: “It's time to go home. Victor said so, and...”

When I was about to stand up, Ellis slipped his arm and hugged around my waist.

Kate: “Ellis?”

Ellis: "......I don't want to go home yet."

Kate: “B-But”

Ellis: “Aaah. .....Maybe I didn't say it right."

Ellis: "Miss Kate. ...I don't want you to go home yet."

Ellis: “…..Don’t go home, okay?”

(......The usual Ellis and the atmosphere are....different?)

(Uh, no, maybe he's just drunk.)

I stare at Ellis seriously, but he doesn't look like he's drunk at all.

(…..By any chance)

(So, sins really are worsened due to the power of the full moon?)

Ellis: "....Miss Kate, the 'Night of the Moonbeams' really did happen."

Muttering as if to answer my question, Ellis rested his head on my shoulder as he sat next to me.

Ellis: “My mind has been buzzing since a while ago... It's like my rational mind is melting away.”

Kate: “Rational…..?”

Ellis: “......Yeah. So, can you stay with me a bit longer?"

His head is rubbed against the nape of my neck, and my heart jumps.

Ellis: "...You don't want to?"

Kate: "T-That's... But I have to go home—“

I had to tell him that I don’t want to and we’re going home, I thought so.

(Really? Do I really hate it?)

(.....It’s different. It's not that I don't like it. Rather..... I'm kind of happy about it.)

(Ellis, who doesn't always say he's selfish, is now able to say how selfish he is.)

Ellis: “Miss Kate, you're so easy to understand and so cute.”

Ellis: “That face. .....You don't hate me, do you?"

Kate: "Eh, ah........"

Ellis: "If that's the case......"

He hugs me around the waist even more and creaks into my face.

Ellis: “...Just look at me, Miss Kate.”

Kate: “…………..Ellis”

Ellis: “It is forbidden to think about anyone else but me.”

Kate: “Uh, if you're this close, all I can think about is you..... I can't think of anything else."

Ellis: "......Yeah, did that on purpose."

It's not uncommon for Ellis to make me nervous.

(Tsk, he’s now even worse for my heart than he usually is!)

But I was still happy to be told to be selfish by Ellis.

(My body doesn't seem to be in pain... It's okay if it's just a little bit more, right?)

…

After we leave the bar, Ellis remains snugly attached to me.

(...Our hands are tied together all the time.)

His hand was entwined around my fingers like thorns.

It's as if he won't allow you to go anywhere.

Ellis: ".....It's more lively than during the day."

Kate: “Ah, yes. This area of the city is a nightlife area every year—“

As if to interrupt the words I was about to say, the sound of cutting through the sky echos—

A large flower bloomed in the night sky.

Ellis: ".....Wow"

Kate: “Every year, there's a fireworks display.”

Ellis: "......That's right. .....I wonder why, I forgot."

We are speechless and are fascinated by the fireworks that colour our eyes.

When I look up, I feel as if I'm bathed in a grain of light with my whole body.

(......I don't think I've ever looked up at fireworks this slowly before.)

The fantastic scenery seems to gently make me forget about the tiredness and anxiety that accumulates every day.

Kate: "...........It's beautiful."

Ellis: “…………” :)

Kate: "When I see beautiful things, I wish time would stop like this."

Ellis: "Stop time........?”

Kate: “...Yes. I wish it could be forever.”

Kate: “But maybe it's beautiful because it's not eternal.”

Ellis: “……..Hm”

In an instant, I was pulled closer to our connected hands.

It was so forceful that I cannot believe that it was from Ellis until now.

Ellis: ".....Miss Kate, over here."

Kate: “…..Ellis?”

When we got into a carriage parked nearby, Ellis slammed the door shut.

The coarse gestures were different from those of usual Ellis, who was always gentle.

Kate: “What’s wrong, all of a sudden?”

Ellis sat down next to me and put his hand on the side of my face to stop me going anywhere.

Ellis: "I wish time would stop."

Ellis: "When I was looking at you laughing saying that..... My heart is buzzing again."

Ellis: “I need to make you mine and mine alone as soon as possible."

Kate: “.....Your own......as your thing?"

Ellis: “…..Yeah" :D

Ellis: “Miss Kate, I've been wanting to make you…..my own."

Kate: “…..Um”

Ellis smiles as if there is a gaping black hole in his face.

When I couldn't respond with any words to his unusual smile, Ellis blinked at me.

Ellis: “……….Uh” :0

Ellis: “That's wrong... What am I even doing….?” :(

Ellis: “I’m sorry, Miss Kate... I didn't mean to do this."

In order to regain his reason, Ellis shakes his head to the side many times.

Ellis: “I took the liberty of not listening to your feelings.... My apologies."

(...As expected, ‘Night of the Moonbeams’ is driving him crazy.)

(I'm sure that even now you're in pain, but you're doing your best not to scare me…)

Kate: “Don't apologise. Besides, it's not for you to worry about, Ellis."

Kate: "Because this is because of ‘Moonbeams Night’, isn't it?"

Ellis: "......That's true. ...But."

His gaze turns to the moon that floats in the distance outside the window.

Ellis: ".....I wonder if everyone in the crown is also suffering now?"

Ellis: "This kind of thing... No one is happy, right?"

The edge of my heart aches at his words of concern for everyone.

(.....I'm so sorry I thought you'd be happy to be selfish.)

"Night of the Moonbeams" is not just something that happened this time, but something that could happen in the future.

(In that case—)

Kate: “Ellis, would you like to find out if there is any way to control this phenomenon?”

Kate: “Then maybe it would be easier for everyone in the Crown.”

Ellis: “…..Miss Kate”

Ellis: "......Yeah, thank you." :D

(That’s a relief. He finally smiles.)

(…..But)

Kate: "Where and how should I look it up…?”

Ellis: “I've heard that moon flowers grow wild on the castle grounds.”

Ellis: 'If you go there...... You might learn something.”

Kate: “On the castle grounds. Let's go."

Going there may not solve anything.

Still, neither I nor Ellis could just wait for the dawn.

…

Ellis: ".....I'm sure it's this way. Miss Kate, be careful of your feet."

Kate: "Yes, you too, be careful."

Going around the back of the castle and going deeper—

…

Kate: "Wow........”

Moon flowers were growing wild, entwined around arched trellis.

(..........They're so beautiful it's horrifying.)

The flowers that bloom in the light of the full moon are so beautiful that I even feel scared.

I thought it was because of the moon that the power of the curse was getting stronger.

(I wonder if this flower has something to do with it…..)

At that moment, the body of Ellis, who was standing next to me, tilted unsteadily—

Ellis: “…..Uh”

Kate: “Ellis?”

Masterlist

Chapter 1 >> Chapter 2 >> Premium End >> Epilogue

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I made more :3

there's some simpery under the cut if that interests you

hehe... pookie

[purpleblueberries]

Post Mockingjay

Lost and Found

The air was thick and heavy with the scent of freshly turned earth and wildflowers. The day had been quiet, subdued, the kind of day where people avoided stirring old ghosts. Katniss had woken up to an empty bed, thinking Peeta rose early to bake. But as the morning stretched into afternoon, and there was no sign of him, a familiar, icy dread settled in her chest.

He hadn’t been in the bakery. Not at the meadow. Not even near the ruins of Victor’s Village.

By the time the sun began its descent, Katniss was frantic. Best case scenario, he was curled up somewhere alone in the woods, his memories twisting reality into something cruel and unforgiving.

Her boots crunched over the uneven forest floor as she ventured deeper into the woods, bow slung over her shoulder. The trees stretched high above her, their shadows growing longer and darker as the day faded. She called his name, over and over, her voice cracking against the stillness.

“Peeta!” she shouted again, pausing to listen. Nothing but the rustling of leaves and the distant chirp of a bird.

As the sky bled into twilight, she finally spotted him.

He was sitting in a small clearing, his back against the base of an ancient oak tree. His knees were drawn to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. His blonde hair was a mess, dirt smudged across his cheeks. He looked so small, so unlike the Peeta she knew.

“Peeta,” she said softly, stepping into the clearing.

His head snapped up, and for a moment, his blue eyes were wild, unrecognizable. Fear, pain, and confusion all swirled in them. Then recognition broke through, and his expression crumpled.

“Katniss,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

She rushed to his side, dropping to her knees in front of him. “What happened? I’ve been looking for you all day.”

He shook his head, his hands fisting in his hair. “I—I couldn’t stay. I felt like I was suffocating. The memories, the voices… I couldn’t tell what was real. I thought if I left, if I got away, it would stop, but…” His voice cracked, and tears spilled down his cheeks. “It didn’t.”

Katniss’s heart ached as she watched him unravel. She placed a hand on his knee, grounding him. “Peeta, you’re here now. You’re safe. I’m real. I’m right here.”

She looked around, “there’s a tree behind you, can you feel it against your back? It’s a little breezy, the skys orange, it’s your favourite color. The birds are all chirping, they’re settling in for the night, do you hear them?”

He nodded. So she continued listing things around them, hoping he’ll find his ground. But a few minutes later he was still sobbing. his shoulders shaking as he buried his face in his arms. “I hate this. I hate that it still controls me. I just wanted it to stop for one day. Just one day.”

Katniss sat beside him, wrapping her arms around his trembling frame. She didn’t speak right away, understanding that words wouldn’t fix this. Instead, she held him, letting him cry, letting him pour out the pain.

When his sobs began to subside, she leaned her head against his shoulder. “It’s okay to have bad days. But you don’t have to go through them alone.”

He sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve. “Sometimes it feels like I’m dragging you down with me.”

“You’re not,” she said firmly. She tilted her head to meet his gaze, her gray eyes fierce.

They sat there for a while, the world around them fading into the background. The stars began to peek through the canopy above, their light gentle and steady.

“We should go home,” Katniss said eventually, though her voice was reluctant.

Peeta nodded, but his hand reached for hers, gripping it tightly. “Just… stay close. Please.”

“Always,” she promised.

[blood-official]

THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY KFHDKDHDH

[bluesmultiverseisland]

WELCOME TO THIS MESS

This is the sideblog dedicated to my Tomodachi Life island, named Multiverse! Its inhabitants are:

Zelda characters, with their LinkedUniverse nicknames if needed.

Sonic characters, including the Underground siblings, Julie-su, and my oc Dalila!

My ocs, the Multiverse Travellers!

More info under the cut!

1 : ZELDA CHARACTERS

Link Skyward (Sky) and Zelda Skyward (Sun), married, and parents of Rauru Skyward

Link Hyrule (Hyrule), brother of Zelda AoL (Aurora), this is an headcanon :D

Link Legend (Leg), brother of Zelda Legend (Fable) and married to Rabbit Violet (Ravio). Leg and Ravio are the parents of Bunny, Pearl and Fairy Legend.

Link Smith (Four), brother of Zelda Swords (Dot), they're technically cousins but they don't exist soo

Link Time (Time), married to Malon Time (Malon), parents of Link Twilight (Twi)

Link Tracks (Tracks) and Zelda Tracks (Angel), dating

Link Twilight (Twi) and Zelda Twilight (Dusk), married and parents of Wolfie Moy Twilight (Wolfie)

Link Warriors (Wars), Linkle Warriors (Linkle)'s brother

Link Wild (Wild) and Zelda Wild (Flora), dating

Link Wind (Wind), sibling of Aryll Wind (Aryll), and Zelda Wind (Tetra), Wind and Tetra are dating

Zelda Time (Lullaby), parent of Zelda Twilight (Dusk)

Zelda TloZ (Dawn)

Ganondorf Dragmire (Ganondorf), Twilight version

Characters I want to add: Groose, one or more Impa, Wild’s sister, Midna, Gaepora, Ghirahim, Demise?

2 : SONIC CHARACTERS

Sonic Hedgehog (Sonic), brother of Manic Hedgehog (Manic), Sonia Hedgehog (Sonia) and Miles Prower Fox (Tails). Married with Amy Rose Hedgehog (Amy), they have 2 kids named Aman Hedgehog (Aman) and Aleena Hedgehog (Alì)

Cream Rabbit (Cream), married with Tails

Knuckles Echidna (Knuckles), married with Julie-Su Echidna (Julie), parents of Lara, Boyron and Angel Echidna.

Blaze Cat (Blaze), married with Silver Hedgehog (Silver), parents of Marine Raccoon (Marine), Venice Cat, Sasha Cat and Fire Hedgehog

Rouge Bat (Rouge), married to Shadow Hedgehog (Shadow), parents of Maria Hedgehog and Jewel Bat

Dalila Lioness (Dalila), my oc

Characters I want to add: Sticks, Vanilla, Victor, Espio, Charmy (with Saffron and Princess), Mighty, Ray, Honey, Gardon, Bunnie, Matilda ...

3: OCS

Chat Multiverse (Chat), sibling of Thun Multiverse (Thun), Ami Multiverse (Ami), Piff Multiverse (Piff), Diggi Multiverse (Diggi) and Locky Multiverse (Locky)

INFO:

Legend and Ravio are both boys. Tomodachi makes one mii choose from opposite gender miis when creating the love speech bubble, but doesn't do anything else to stop same gender couples. This means one can use the save editor to edit the love speech bubble and then those miis will be a couple if the other accepts. This has some limitations of course, I'll explain everything in a new post!

As you might have imagined, some of these miis have been put together with the help of the save editor. From now on the relationship won't be edited if not for family relationships like siblings and parent/child, for example putting Sun as Gaepora's kid when I create him.

You can send asks and suggestions >:D

At the moment, I put my ocs as the best friends of some Links, based on their adventure in Hyrule. Each of my human ocs has traveled to a different era in Hyrule. Chat in Sky's, Thun in Four’s, Ami in Time's, Piff in Twilight’s, Diggi in Wars's, and Locky in Wild's.

I can mod the game, I'm planning on doing a texture hack for the clothes so I can add each hero’s tunic (and LU outfit), each Sonic character's clothes and fur colors, and each oc's outfit! Later, I might create new models for the hats so I can make a good hero's hat, better wigs, and finally give real quills to the hedgehogs! But this would be the first time I create models so have mercy XD

[h3roisms]

( mason gooding . cis man . he/him ) — blasting slow dancing in the dark by joji down main street we’ve spotted GRIFFIN HAWKHAUSER sporting their favorite pair of garnet earrings. the twenty-nine year old PHOENIX-AVIAN SHIFTER HYBRID who’s been in town for six months often can be seen checking out his own reflection in every window he passes by , schmoozing customers with a flirtatious grin and a lilting purr into buying ' just one more drink ' to max out his tips that night , casually scrolling some form of social media at all times, or working as a BARTENDER at ENVY. people say they display charismatic and deceitful traits, but we rather trust their vibes: brilliant red feathers that glitter with iridescence under the twilight sun, a camera-ready smile that masks something dark and dangerous beneath a veneer of arrogant confidence, russian roulette with a fully loaded gun, glowing amber eyes peering at you through the darkness of an abyss. also, we’ve heard they love A FRESH PACK OF NEWPORTS ! aren’t they fascinating ?

soldiers aren’t born – 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮’𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚, fashioned from 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 with 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉.

I . 𝗗𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗘𝗥 ...

name — griffin "griff " hawkhauser ( formerly , kenneth taylor ) // age — twenty-nine // date of birth — april 20 . // astrological — taurus sun , scorpio moon , virgo rising // height — five foot ten inches // language & dialect — american english , california / west coast accent // body modications — lobe piercings on both ears , belly button piercing , multiple tattoos over chest and arms // biological parents — alexander taylor (incarcerated) & amelia aronson (alive ; no contact) // occupation — former federal special ops agent, bartender at envy // build — lean and built, visible muscle definition, even distribution with thicker shoulders and back muscles

II . 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 ...

mama's boy - dominic fike // slow dancing in the dark - joji // sugar - brockhampton // icon - jaden // lose - travis scott // rip 2 my youth - the neighbourhood // brand new person , same old mistakes - tame impala

II . 𝗕𝗜𝗢 ... TRIGGER WARNING FOR : FOSTER CARE SYSTEM , SMOKING , DEATH MENTIONS , DRUG MENTIONS.

the thing they don’t tell you about foster care is that no one gives a fuck about you; they don’t care whether you can eat, shit, or piss in peace , whether you’re gonna have a clean blanket to sleep with , or if you od in a ditch like every other sad fuck that ends up in the system. you’re just another number – and the freedom you wanted so damn bad as a kid started to really kick you in the ass. the world was a cruel fuckin’ bitch – and you learned that lesson quick.

the kind were subjugated , the disadvantaged exploited further and further , and those who harbored ill will in their heart always came out the victor. you watched good people get chewed up and spat , left with nothing more than hollow convictions and a laundry list of regrets.

you kept your head down after the first three placements flopped. they called you all sorts of things ; problem child was the nicest one , but you started getting used to the other ones , too. ungrateful brat , a delinquent with no future , a bad influence on the other kids. 

you smoke a joint once and you’re suddenly the antichrist. but the motherfucker who’s tooth you knocked out deserved it. he stole your fuckin’ hoodie – you saved up for months for that damn thing.

another thing you learn is that the systems feed each other ; it was a self-cannibalizing – and it exploited you just like it did the rest. You were just another kid from the wrong side of the tracks , one who looked to the skies for relief – and you graduated high-school with big dreams and not a damn lick of the knowledge you needed to achieve ‘em. so you do the only thing you can. you work dead end jobs – one after another – and the world feels so fuckin’ bleak you sometimes wondered if it’d be easier to just become another cog in the machine.

but , hey , you never gave in that easy ; you disillusioned yourself with the drugs , the booze , the cigarettes. you looked in the mirror and the motherfucker lookin’ back at you looked more and more like a stranger every damn day. you are still good , you told yourself , you can be good.

except you’re not ; you’re rotten to the very core , just like your damn daddy. you were smoking a cigarette at 3 am after pulling your fourth graveyard shift in a row when you saw some shady shit go down. you just couldn’t keep your fuckin’ head down – fatal flaw , achilles heel , ‘cause , really , you want to be good – and you walked in on some shit you shouldn’t have. you witnessed a murder – and not just any murder , some gang-related bullshit that went right over your goddamn head.

next thing you knew , you were bargaining for your life – you live , you owe them a debt. you learned to smooth talk after years in the system. smile pretty , bat your lashes , purr just the tiniest bit … be the pretty boy with the nice smile and they’ll turn a blind eye … they always do. and it somehow fuckin’ worked – ‘cause you’re a damn miracle worker – but they give you a catch : you’re the newest bitch to the underground crime circle and you’re gonna kill some people.

the stint didn’t last long , thank christ ; the feds busted ‘em and you panicked that you were facing jailtime – except lady luck decided to kiss your ass some more. they say they could use someone with the quick thinking and reflexes you showed the night of the raid. ( you were trying to save your own skin so you defected – told the boots where to go and where to find the big boss ) and they gave you a job.

next thing you knew , you signed your life over to become a weapon.

—

they broke you. 

piece by piece , atom by atom – they tore you apart and built their perfect toy soldier from what little remained of your sorry sack of bones. 

they stripped you of your name – kenneth taylor was dead. the identity of griffin hawkhauser was created from thin air and bestowed upon you like a gift even though it would soon become a curse , your personal cross to bear.

they sent you into missions that only the most deranged of adrenaline junkies would ever dare to take on – and you seemed to fit that bill. your life , thus far , had been one fuck-up after the next. now , at least , you lived life on the edge. you let yourself fight the good fight. you stormed buildings with blazing guns , gone undercover , jet-setred around the world to work alongside foreign dignitaries with wire taps and spy gear out the wazoo. you felt like you were finally becoming something – and with it came a false sense of bravado.

an invincible man is what you became ; the high of griffin hawkhauser brought with it a nurtured ego , a curated sense of grandeur that allowed your sly smiles to ooze with sex appeal and confidence despite the twisting maelstrom of chaos that dwelled just beneath the surface. you worked people like tools with a smile on your face – because you , too , were nothing but a tool to the government. you became their weapon – and weapons didn’t weep.

you saw more money than you could have ever imagined ; a ludicrous amount of zeroes inflated your head , made you see stars and revel in the luxury for the first time in your sad , pathetic life. your disillusionment only festered and soon , you grew reckless. they took hold and planted their seeds – and soon , as the roots took deep within , you succumbed to the machine you’ve been fighting with for all these years.

the first time you died , you made peace with it ; you already knew that the bird that soared in your heart wouldn’t be able to save you as you laid in a pool of your own blood , every wheezing breath full of agony. your lungs were punctured and you had more bullet-holes than brains left. you thought to yourself – well , it was a good run , but i guess it’s time to finally say goodbye.

and then the world was on fire.

you were reborn in your own ashes and the hawk within you screeched to life. the government learned two things that night : one , you were not a human being , but something far more mystifying , and two , you were unkillable.

oh , how joyous a night it was for them – and the marker of your second death , and then your third , fourth , fifth … you stopped counting after death two-hundred and forty-eight. they learned you were unkillable and sent you on one suicide mission after the other , knowing you were indispensable. 

you were bleeding out for the five hundred and twenty-first time when you thought to yourself – damn , you’re back in that fucking cage again.

—

you ran away again.

this time , you were going to be free.

you fuckin’ meant it this time.

—

portum opened its arms to you and you found yourself trembling. a world in which you were not a weapon nor a cog in the goddamn machine had felt like a pipe dream after all the years – but now , it felt like a reality.

you dug through your mind and pulled out the part of you that you had relied on so heavily to get you through it all. you wore your cunning smile and erased the past from existence. here , you are griffin hawkhauser , a man that bartends by night and soars the skied by day. here , you will be free – and no one , not a damn thing , will tether you again. you wear your false bravado and sink deep into its familiar embrace.

soon , you hope , you’ll begin to feel the confidence in earnest. soon , you will become the man you should have always been.