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spacesodaa · 21 days

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Xiao x Reader - I'm Alive

Characters: Xiao, Reader

Summary:

In the night I sit alone Lifeless to the world I know Faith loss long ago In this graveyard I'm calling home Carved into the stone A diary of broken bones and Words I should've known

The sky was clear, but the night was cold as Xiao sat in the grass in front of his fellow yakshas' graves.

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Word count: 1,626

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, good ending (no bad endings in this house)

A/N: This is a songfic based on I'm Alive by Story of The Year, also posted on Ao3

In the night I sit alone Lifeless to the world I know Faith loss long ago In this graveyard I'm calling home Carved into the stone A diary of broken bones and Words I should've known

The sky was clear, but the night was cold as Xiao sat in the grass in front of his fellow yakshas' graves.

The whispers in his head had long ago become screams, the feeling of bindings never left his body even when fighting, worsening while using his mask.

It was near and he knew.

Nothing anymore could alleviate his very own and personalized torture.

He groaned as pain shot through his head, breaking the delicate silence of the cold air.

Not even wind dared make a peep that night.

Another flare was about to start and he steeled his muscles just in time before it hit him.

A vile and searing pain invaded his whole body, making him choke on his own ragged breath, worse than any other flare ups he had endured since he sat down there in the morning.

His only regret was that he didn't say goodbye to you.

But you knowing what was going on would put you in danger.

He knew you.

He knew you would come and find him, so desperately trying to stop it.

And you would end up dead, likely by his own bloodstained hands when he would eventually lose any shred of sanity left in him.

He just hoped you wouldn't notice him missing until it would already be too late for you to find him.

He wouldn't even leave a body for you to bury.

All that would be left of him would be a gust of corrupted smoke, easily dispersed by the winds.

All his companions met that very end, no matter the means which they used to gain death.

And there were so many times he had thought to join them, to finally be free of this cursed existance.

Yet he was forever indebted to morax, later he felt he couldn't leave you behind on his own accord.

But this grave's too deep to ever make it up I'd do anything, anything Just to feel like I could reach the ground I'd do anything, anything now To spread these wings somehow I scream these words so loud But they never make a sound

The screams were now so loud he couldn't hear his surroundings anymore, gripping his hair close to the scalp in blinding pain.

He so wished for you to hold him, to hear your voice, to be there with him.

For once in his disgraced and long life he actually wanted to survive.

He didn't deserve the happiness and serenity you had brought him, your sunshine smile.

Yet he wanted it, yearned for it with every single fiber of his being.

He wanted you, wanted to stay by you until you inevitably took your last breath.

But now he wasn't convinced he would outlive you anymore.

And for the first time he tried with all the strength to fight the curse.

To push it down as far as he could so he could see you one last time.

I'm alive But I'm barely breathing now So place my heart under the ground Lay me down I'm alive But I'm barely breathing now So drag my lungs into the ground Lay me down

Something was terribly wrong.

Xiao wasn't at the inn.

He wasn't at Zhongli's either.

He wasn't with the traveller.

He didn't answer your calls.

You had turned upside down almost all of liyue and night had long fallen.

It was freezing cold, but you didn't care as you walked briskly on the dirt path.

You didn't know where it was, but at this point you were sure you would find him in a place linked to his dead fellow yakshas.

You checked all the ruins from Zhongli's stories, racing against time.

The more the night progressed the more agitated you grew, until you heard a scream and all birds flew away from the trees in a big flock.

You felt your blood freeze for an instant as you tried to discern the origin of the sound.

It was then that you felt it, the festering corruption.

And it dawned on you.

"Xiao!" you screamed his name as you ran in the direction you thought was right.

The clearing you reached was creeping full of corruption.

You saw him, writhing in pain in front of what looked like tombstones.

Your heart squeezed in your chest.

This was the place he had chosen to die.

Alone.

In the night I sit alone The stars rain on the world below Beg me to explode But these dreams I keep are nowhere to be found I'd do anything, anything just to stop This weight from pressing down I'd do anything anything now To spread these wings somehow I scream these words so loud But they never make a sound

You knelt in front of him slowly, eyes burning with tears.

Through his muddled sight he recognized your figure, but couldn't get a word out as stabs of pain stole his breath.

I'm alive But I’m barely breathing now So place my heart under the ground Lay me down I'm alive But I’m barely breathing now So drag my lungs into the ground Lay me down

"I'm here!" you wanted to say it with confidence so badly, but it was wobbly and weak.

What could you possibly do?!

In a panicked attempt you grabbed him by the shoulders and activated your vision, pushing as much energy as you could towards him.

The blood curling scream he let out when you hands touched his skin made you almost retract with your heart in your thoat, but you repressed the awful feeling, biting your lower lip so hard it drew blood.

You knew it, your healing wasn't enough, it would never be enough to purify the evil and damnation that was stuck on the adeptus now for millennia.

"Please please please please" you muttered.

Suddenly a light started shining through your utility belt and a token came free out of one of the pouches.

You recognized it immediately.

It was a gift of cloud retainer for helping her.

A powerful amulet she said, but even though no one had ever been able to activate it, it was enough to ward off monsters and keep you safe.

That was the reason she had given it to you.

It all became pitch black, your body lost it's weight and your mind lost the time. It all came back as quickly with a rushing force, that threatened to knock you over.

But you no longer were in front of the tombstones, honding onto Xiao for dear life.

There were screams, fire, panic thick in the air.

Blood flying in all directions and creatures and humans alike flocked in one spot, writhing furiously and being sent reeling back with brand new wounds but with more viscious hatred.

Amidst all of the chaos was him, swinging the polearm like it was second nature.

Like his body mooved on it's own and for a moment you could see a flash of horror pass through his amber eyes behind the mask.

You found you still held onto the amulet.

A breath came in and out of your mouth before you stepped forward.

You dragged away creatures, kicked humans and wrangled against black masses.

Struggling and crying in frustration as you made little progress.

"Xiao!" you screamed.

Deep enough so that I'll never feel again Far beneath any chance at breaking skin I'm giving in

Your hand reached for his as he became increasingly buried in the mass of bodies, no longer able to repel them, the mask cracking.

You pushed as hard as you could, desperation was the only fuel left as the masses crushed your lower half and took away your breath.

All the promise of smiles and happiness That's a dream I'm not willing to admit I'm not ready yet To face regret No I'm not ready yet I'm not ready yet No.. No.. No..

And your hand finally reached his, gripping for dear life on his bloodstained glove.

I'd do anything now So spread these wings somehow I scream these words so loud But they never make a sound

The mask broke.

The amulet shone brighter and brighter.

I'm alive But I’m barely breathing now So place my heart under the ground Lay me down

You snapped back to reality, sweat dripping from your forehead, chills biting your body.

You gulped and finally looked at Xiao.

Your heart sank as you watched his pale form, head thrown back, still as stone.

He gasped and screamed lurching forward as he furiously gripped and scratched at his shirt.

You hadn't realized a shocked sound had escaped your lips until he turned to you in a panic and shook you to get your attention.

"Oh thank the arcons!" you cried.

Your eyes burned with hot tears as you tried your best to still his shaking body and calm him down.

"It's fine, you're okay now, I'm okay" you quickly said, taking his hands in yours.

You gently tugged at his arms and brought him to your chest.

Xiao immediately responded to the hug, holding onto you like he was scared you would run away that instant.

His face was hidden in the crook of your neck, but you could feel his shoulders shake with silent sobs as you gently rubbed circles on his back.

Slowly, his breath steadied and his body stilled in your arms.

I'm alive But I'm barely breathing now Tread my lungs into the ground

"Rest, I'll be here. You're okay now"

Lay me down

#xiao x reader #angst with a happy ending #genshin angst #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #xiao genshin impact #hurt/comfort

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http-paprika · 8 months

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I love your stories so much lemme tell you I binge read all of em and I wanted to ask if maybe you could write a ghost x wife reader where he has a nightmare about losing them

In With the Rain | Simon "Ghost" Riley

My first-ever request, aren't I such a lucky gal! Anyways, this took forever for me to get around to writing, sorry. This was also a difficult request to answer because I know others have done stories similar. So, if there are any similarities, it purely by coincidence. Enjoy!

wc: 719 pairing: simon "ghost" riley x f!reader warnings: brief mentions of violence, gore, and death; along with way too much angst. includes: ghost being a caring father and husband.

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The storm outside raged loudly like the one inside of Simon’s mind. He couldn’t distinguish between the beating of rain against the bedroom window and the spray of builts piercing against him.

Screaming, searing pain beat into him as the battle in his mind ran loose. The line between reality and delusion thins as the distinctive smell of iron violently rips through his senses, and the warm liquid seeps through his gear and clothes. The crumpled figure in his arms clings to him with what little strength it has, his wife's battered and beaten remains. His love, the person who’d pulled him through so many storms before, a firm foundation that has been reduced to broken skin and bones. It aches in his body, the feeling of her heart losing its rhythm, and the slowing of her breath. Like a knife through his chest, through all the layers of ice he’d built to prevent something like this from happening.

“Y/N! God! Y/N!” Simon wants to scream, but his voice comes out hoarse as if he’s been screaming for her for hours. Hot tears stream down his face, clinging to his mask and falling onto her discolored skin. How could he have done this to her? In his mind, Simon always feared he’d be her downfall, her upcoming, but this was worse than he’d ever dreamed.

Cracking thunder against the sky jolts him awake, like the shockwave of a bomb ringing through his ears, heightening his heart rate. The battlefield had dissolved around him, he was no longer stranded in some horrific, unforgiving place, but in the safety of his townhouse. The sheets have been kicked to the end of the bed Simon shares with his wife, his hand reaches to his right, searching desperately for her body and warmth. But the bed is empty, only keeping remnants of her warm and an indentation of where her body had laid.

Almost falling out of bed, he stumbles through the room, not giving a second glance to his disheveled state as he passes the mirror. He searches with vigor through the house, in the bathroom, in his son’s bedroom, in the office, all through the rooms but Simon can’t find her, the house is an empty shell with no one but him.

Standing in the kitchen, his body shakes with fear after being unable to find her or their son. Were they gone? Disappearing from his life and taking his security with them. But the light from the back porch catches his attention, Simon could’ve sworn he’d turned it off before retiring for the night. His hand reaches the handle, and the door which he’d most definitely locked, creaks open. Stepping out, where the rain is no longer muffled by the outside, his eyes finally fall on her. She’s curled up on the lounger, their son tucked in the crook of her arms.

“Y/N?” She uncurls herself enough to turn and stare at Simon, eyes drooping from an evident lack of sleep. “What’re you doing out here?”

“Liam wasn’t sleeping, and you know the rain calms him down.” He nods at her statement, stepping and sitting at the foot of the lounge chair. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“S’not your fault.” Simon sighs, rubbing his face before returning to look at their infant child. “Thought you were gone for a moment.”

“Oh–” Y/N frowns, knowing what he’d meant. It’d been some time since he’d had one of those dreams, the last few times being right after Liam was born. “Well, we’re still here. We’re not going anywhere, Simon.”

“I know, I shouldn’t worry you with my problems.” He responds, putting a hand on her knee. “Sorry.”

“You know you don’t have to apologize to me about that, I’m your wife. You’re allowed to tell me when you’re worried or afraid.” She reminds him, repositioning Liam so that she can place a hand on top of Simon’s. “I’m here for you, don’t ever forget that.”

“Thank you. I could never ask for more.” A smile ghosts Simon’s face as he looks back at her. Knowing, truly knowing that she was there for him, and she was safe. As long as he was alive, they’d be safe. And those nightmares would never be anything more than that.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty mw2 #ghost #cod mw22 #ghost mw2 #y/n #fanfiction #angst fanfic #angst #angst with a happy ending #anon ask #anon request #nightmares #hes got trauma okay #such a good dad and husband omg

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abbu0414 · 4 months

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Boarding Lessons (snowboarding!Ghost x fem!reader)

Word Count: 552

♪ Song to Listen To: A Dream With a Baseball Player by Faye Webster

I know this is really short but it's based off of a Tik Tok I saw this morning and it was literally the CUTEST thing I've ever seen.

This was literally the worst and most embarrassing experience of your life. Seeing so many people go down the hill with ease, and then you only being able to fall on your ass. You had been brought by your best friend and her boyfriend and they were the cutest skiing couple you had ever seen. It was disgusting, but you had been a hopeless romantic your whole life so it was easy to get over.

You had been snowboarding maybe once or twice in your life when you were younger, but it is so much harder to relearn now that you are 21. Unfortunately, you had forgotten what the levels of slopes were so here you were…stuck on the top of the black diamond.

“I-I don’t know that I can do this.” You said to your friend. But it was too late, her and her boyfriend were already down the hill.

“FAKE ASS BITCHES” You yell down the hill in frustration. You had decided to get over yourself and just go down. That’s easier said than done because you’re not even half way down the hill and you’ve fallen about seven times.

You would’ve been down the slope sooner but this group of assholes sped down the hill racing each other, and just about running you over on their boards. You fell yet again and burst into tears under your goggles. You laid in the starfish position and just sobbed for a few minutes. You hear another snowboarder make their way down.

“Slow down ya bunch of muppets!” A thick British accent pokes through the skeleton balaclava and a pair of goggles look down at you.

“Would you like some help…?”

“Y/N, and yes I would. Your buddies are kind of assholes.” He lifts his goggles on top of his helmet and raises an eyebrow.

“Well I apologize for them, but what are you doing on the black diamond then love?” You turn bright red.

“My friend dragged me up here and went down with her boyfriend” You frowned. You see his cheek bones lift a little bit under his mask and loose strands of blonde hair poke out of his helmet as he stretches out his hand. He easily lifts you off the ground and holds on to your hands.

“I’ll help you down the slope, yeah?”

“Y-yeah okay,” You kept hold of his big, gloved hands and looked him in the eyes. “Don’t let me go, I cannot fall again in front of all of these people.”

“I’ve got you love, bend your knees a little.” After a while it was smooth sailing and you both got to the bottom of the slope. You see a group of men approach him.

“We’ve been waiting FOREVER for you Ghostie, what took you so lo-” A man with a mohawk gets shoved by his friend.

“Johnny, shut up, he’s flirting.” His friend says, rolling his eyes.

You looked up at him while his friends walked away shoving each other while unlocking your boarding boots.

“Ghostie? Is that what I should call you too?” You laugh to yourself.

“You can call me Simon, and you can also call me anytime” He winks. You look down in your glove and see his number on a piece of paper crumpled up as he walks away.

‘Call me soon for boarding lessons Lovie ;) -S’

#cod mw2 #ghost x reader #ghost cod #x reader #reader insert #female reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader

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literallykenmaandshoyo · 11 months

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What About Me?

Peter Parker x Female Reader!

Warnings: Angst. Reader is upset because Peter is off being busy as Spider-Man and he's stood her up one too many times for her liking

Word Count: 1.6k

Author's Note: Guys this is my first Peter Parker drabble! YAY!~ I absolutely adore Peter and I wrote this one up earlier tonight and figured it'd be good to share! I hope you all love it, I'm so used to writing fluff that sometimes I forget that writing angst is really good too! Let me know if you have any feedback or requests by sending in an ask, and remember to request Mod Shoyo to be specific! Have a great night (Or morning) everyone!

Also, PicsArt doesn't have the same scrabble letter thingies that Kenma and I have been using for our headers so this one is just a major WTF. Sorry if this looks ugly lol :,)

~Mod Shoyo <3

Y/N sat by her bedroom window, overlooking all of Queens from the seventh floor of her apartment building. Night had fallen and the stars were out, all of the buildings nearby had some office lights still on, people were probably still working, even at this ungodly hour.

That’s one thing that they had in common with her boyfriend Peter.

Being a web-slinging superhero was definitely not on Y/N's list of why Peter Parker could be so distant and just vanish all the time. However, when they first officially started dating, Peter took it upon himself to lay out all of his cards for her right then and there. Y/N was more than understanding and he thanked God for her every single day. Y/N knew that she said she’d be okay with the late nights and the canceled plans, that she’d be up waiting for him during late hours of the night just to make sure he came home safe.

But there was only so much she could take.

She stared down at her text messages with Peter. She asked him if he wanted to come and stay over at her apartment tonight since she’d been missing him a little extra these past couple days. Not only has Tony been working him to the bone, but the crime percentages in Queens seem to have only elevated since Peter would be out all night stopping robberies, saving people from getting mugged or kidnapped, the whole shebang.

I’ll swing over in 10 love <3 11:45 p.m

Y/N looked at the top of her screen and saw that it was 1:57 in the morning. She knew that she got herself into this and she told herself that every time that he was late or had to cancel on her. It wasn’t his fault. Peter was just doing his job, what he signed up to do, so she couldn’t be mad at him. But who could she get mad at?

She looked like a lovesick puppy, just waiting at her window to see the red and blue suit that her boyfriend wore to come swinging over to her building. Tears were streaming down her face and she was making herself more upset by crying over something like this. She grabbed her phone off the windowsill and turned it off, chucking it into a random corner of her room and lying in her bed. She got under her throw blanket on top of her covers and threw it over her head. Her sniffles and soft sobs weren’t loud enough to wake anyone, but a small part of her wished that Peter would walk in and hear how devastated she was.

Being Peter’s girlfriend was a blessing. It was something like a mantra that she told herself every single morning when she woke up. She wanted to be the one he came home to, the one that would make all of his cuts and bruises better after she cleaned him up, she wanted to be the last woman he would ever love in his life. She wanted to be his. Forever. But being in a relationship didn’t always mean that Peter was the one she fussed over all the time. She was entitled to her own feelings and how she felt, and right now, she was sick and tired of waiting up for Peter.

As if right on cue, her bedroom window slid open and in crawled Peter. He was panting, short of breath as soon as he ripped his mask off his face. “I’m so sorry love, there was this guy in an alleyway that wouldn’t leave this group of middle schoolers alone and he-”

Peter stopped dead in his tracks as he looked at Y/N's shaking figure under her throw blanket. He raised an eyebrow and walked over to the bed, his ears picking up on the sounds of her soft sniffles and hiccups. He pulled the blanket off her head and saw her laying in the fetal position. Her hair was covering the side of her face and he couldn’t really see her expression, but he knew that she was upset. Obviously.

“Baby,...” Peter pushed her hair behind her ear and could see her puffy eyes and red nose. “Hey, hey, what’s the matter?”

Y/N sat up in bed and fixed her crazy hair, sniffling and wiping tears off of her cheeks with the sleeves of her shirt. She sputtered and tried to speak, but she didn’t even know what to tell him. Part of her wanted to be straight up and just tell him that this is the seventh time she’s been kept up waiting on him, but the other part of her knew it wasn’t his fault and that she was just upset because he’s been so busy. Just because she was always available for him, doesn’t mean that Peter was always at her dispense too, especially with what he does with his time.

“I…”

Peter waited for her to explain, but she just looked down at her lap and started to cry again. He felt awful and he was so clueless. He thought back to the last time she cried and remembered that she had lost a grandfather recently that she was close to. Maybe it was that. He grabbed her hand and held it in his tightly.

“Is this about your grandpa again, love?”

Y/N shook her head and pulled her hand away from his. Now Peter was really confused. He racked his brain trying to figure out what else it could be, but every single option he came up with just came to a dead end. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how hard he was trying to think, and she found it ironic. He was so intelligent, the smartest guy she’s ever known. Yet he’s so oblivious when it comes to the small things, she always thought that maybe his brain was so big, that the most simple of questions really took a couple of seconds for him to think about.

“I’m just tired, Peter.” She finally croaked.

Peter’s heart fell into his chest. His gaze met hers instantly and he felt his heart pounding in his chest. He always thought about how Y/N never deserved to be with someone like him, not when he has the whole Spider-Man thing going for him. It’s unfair to her. And he always felt like one day she’d get tired of it all, but he was praying to God out of his own selfishness, that today was not that day.

“This…” She hiccuped. “This is the seventh time that I’ve stayed up past what we agreed to see each other at just to see if maybe you needed a little more time to come home.”

Now Peter understood.

“You said you’d only be ten minutes at 11:45 and it's two in the morning now, Peter.” Peter looked down at her hands and noticed that they were trembling. “It’s been so hard for me these past couple times to just tell myself this is what I signed up for. But I miss you so much while you’re gone.”

She broke down in tears again, sobbing into her hands. Her sobs and her hiccups were muffled, but that only made them louder in Peter’s head. She was right, in every way imaginable. He hadn’t been much of a boyfriend recently, only texting her about how much he loved and missed her, sending her a quick selfie while he was mid-swing from one crime to the next. He couldn’t even imagine how lonely she must feel within those gaps of time that he wasn’t messaging her.

“Baby, I- I’m so sorry,” Peter cooed. “I know that I’ve been really busy recently, and I-I can’t even think about how lonely you must feel every single time I do this,”

Y/N looked up from her hands and wiped the snot that was running down her nose. She could barely keep her puffy eyes open enough to look at him.

“Don’t ever tell yourself that this is what you signed up for ever again.” Peter scolded. “I asked you to be my girlfriend because I knew in my heart that I was ready to be your boyfriend. And I still believe that. I haven’t been giving you the attention that you deserve and that’s completely on me. Okay?”

Y/N stayed quiet, staring at him with her bloodshot eyes and a quivering lip. The scary part was over. She was never good with calling people out and telling them how what they’re doing affects her. She’d rather just forgive them and never have to talk about it again. But then, when it happens again, she just puts herself through an endless cycle.

“I just miss you…” Y/N sobbed, wrapping her arms around Peter.

She dug her nose into the crook of his neck, bringing her hands up to the back of his head to feel his hair in between her fingers. When Peter hugged her back, her entire body relaxed and she just let him hold her while she cried into his suit. Peter was rubbing her back comfortingly, whispering sweet things into her ears in between pressing kisses to the top of her head and her temples.

“I’ll do better for you, baby. I promise, okay?”

Y/N nodded.

Peter felt himself getting choked up the entire time Y/N was crying in front of him. The lump in the back of his throat was almost unbearable to push his spit past whenever he swallowed. He held Y/N in his arms for a while longer before finally taking his suit off and changing into some pajamas. He crawled into bed with Y/N and held her once more, the sound of her heart beat finally calming down bringing a soft smile to his face. He kissed the top of her head once more and closed his eyes.

That night, he made a promise to himself.

A promise that she was never going to feel like this ever again.

#marvel #x reader #female reader #marvel x reader #Spider-Man #tom holland #peter parker #peter parker x reader #spider-man x reader #avengers #avengers x reader #fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #spider man homecoming #spider man far from home #spider man no way home #tom holland x reader #tom holland spider man #tom holland peter parker

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lordsukunas · 2 months

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songs made by black artists that i think would suit jjk characters. oh my god this took forever to format n link songs. anyway, happy black history month yall!!!! i hope yall like this bc im sick of seeing taylor swift pop up in the list of artists gojo would listen to <33

gojo – starboy the weeknd, daft punk + ghost town kanye west, partynextdoor

for starboy it just gave im that nigga vibes, and for ghost town it's just the entire ‘i alone am the honored one’ scene. but mayb it could also be applicable to current gojo? idk.

geto – like a tattoo sade

fun fact: this is actually the inspo for my user!! the whole ‘broken by the burden of his youth’ and ‘hungry for life, thirsty for the distant river’ reminds me of his whole reason for defecting. he's hungry for life (wanting sorcerers to not have to risk their life to protect non-sorcerers & actually live a long, fulfilling life) and thirsty for the distant river (remember when they kept with the race/hallway analogy? yeah, and geto's goal was always going to be unattainable for him simply bc he didn't have the strength)

yuuji – adorn miguel + crooked smile j. cole, tlc

UGGHHH he's just so lovely. the most supportive boy ever i love my son sm, and that is my only justification for my song choices.

megumi – alone willow + nineteen pinkpanthress + answer tyler, the creator

tbh… idk bros been goin thru it this entire series, but esp recently. for answer, i rlly liked the first couple of verses (idk what to actually call it, but it's before the first chorus) bc it aligns well w papaguro n megumi. ig the stepdad could be gojo…?

nobara – no scrubs tlc + conceited flo milli + apeshit the carters + on my mama victoria monét

she takes nobody's bs n i love that for her!!! i feel like she'd absolutely love flo milli + megan thee stallion.

nanami – lotus flower bomb wale, miguel + i love you more than you know black party, childish gambino

sorry i rlly like him y'all... there's no angsty reason for these songs! n for i luv u more than yk, it's just nanami if/when he goes to malaysia :3

choso – do you like me? daniel caesar

i actually dk for this one... i just thought it suited him! yk since he wants to live as a human n when he loves he loves hard (shown by how determined he is to be the best older brother to his lil siblings)

toji – she will lil wayne, drake + foe tha love of $ bone thugs-n-harmony, eazy-e + crack rock frank ocean

i am a firm believer toji would like 90s + early 2000s rap. it just makes sense idk, also i once saw a post that said he died just a bit b4 no hands by waka flocka came out and... hey! for crack rock, it's just post-mamaguro him n instead of crack, it's his gambling addiction

sukuna – hater's anthem infinity song + hit ‘em up 2pac, outlawz + king’s dead jay rock, kendrick lamar, future, james blake + unbothered ski mask the slump god

he's a hater just for my son. bum ass nigga... and for hit em up: ‘don't one of u niggas got sickle cell or sumn? u fuck around n have a seizure or a heart attack’

maki & toji – worst behavior drake

self explanatory! them n their rebellion against the zenin clan <3

gojo & geto – oui jeremih

cause if weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! sorry but this is fueled by geto saying ‘we are the strongest’... thats it :p

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk gojo #jjk geto #jjk nanami #jjk yuji #jjk megumi #jjk nobara #jjk maki #jjk choso #jjk toji #jjk sukuna #jjk headcanons #gojo headcanons #geto headcanons #toji headcanons #sukuna headcanons

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rraaaannnn · 10 months

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Spiderwoman2

Walking through the city, in the middle of the night, cup of coffee in your hand, maybe coffee won't help you sleep, but at least it will help you stay awake until you get to your dorm

It's been two weeks of continuous work, two full weeks in which you didn't sleep more than three hours, half an hour ago your shift ended, you weren't in your suit and you took off your mask

Thank God, there are heroes other than you. You can take a break

I hold a cup of coffee near my nose to smell the warm scent through

While I was standing a meter away from the door of the residence

Now I'm holding the handle, I know no one is waiting for me behind the door, to ask how I'm doing, or about my day, I miss my family and friends, I miss my roommate

I sighed while still holding the handle, entered the room, threw the cup of coffee in the trash at the entrance, threw myself on the bed without even changing my clothes or adjusting my position

I woke up the next day to a slight noise, my body position was the same, but there was a blanket over me, a bad exhausting feeling, I did not want to wake up, but the noise was getting louder

I glanced at the owner of the steps

to see

Kang Haerin

I stood on my feet quickly and strongly while looking at her expressionless face ignoring the pain of my bones, seeing her was a temporary cure, a pain reliever, how I missed her beautiful face

I smiled lightly, then ignored me and took some boxes from the room

In the past two weeks I haven't seen her since she expressed her disappointment in me. It's true that she ignores me, but seeing her makes me feel good

'can I help?''

I said it with my tired and swollen eyes and my voice deep from sleep

“Look at you… you can't even sleep in comfortable clothes but you're offering me help.”

She picked up her boxes and started to leave the room

''where are you going…?''

She is trying to open the door

“Come on, are you going to live with another roommate?''

"I'd rather live with someone who doesn't talk to me."

''Haerin Stop, I'll tell you everything’’

''I don't care anymore…''

silence

She started to leave

''If you want to live with someone who doesn't talk to you, I'll shut up, forever, but please stay with me…''

She didn't turn her head to me, I locked the door but she wasn't in the same room with me, every time I think that the only person who likes me no longer likes me makes me want to cry without breathing

I don't even have time to cry

A week passed two weeks three Month A month and two days

The hardest month I went through in my life, I didn't rest one day, suddenly the whole world wanted to be evil, thieves, murderers, kidnappers, came back to life

Fortunately, the government decided to give me a day off to do it as a volunteer hero to charity. The International Cat Day happened, the most shocking thing is that it is in my university, so I know the students heading to the festival, and I am sure that I will see Rin

I also thought about the owner but decided to leave her alone

I decided to be late and get enough sleep, but it wasn't enough for me. It seems that the previous month is having an effect

at the festival

As Spider-Woman, I will not enter a normal entrance, even if I am in excruciating pain everywhere in my body

I can see all the students participating in the festival, everyone brought their cat

I decided to get off the big building

"Look, it's Spider-Woman!"

While I was showing off my abilities and saw some students filming me, I went up to the stage and said hello to the president of my university.

Look at this old man, smiling happily to see me, and when I came as an ordinary student at the university, he almost expelled me from the first day.

“To all our students, on the occasion of this great day, International Cat Day, we brought a hero to share this day with us, so let’s listen to her speech.”

Oh no…

''Hmm…hi…heh, I'm Spider-Woman…ah…I hope the cats are safe…thank you''

They cheered me on despite my unprofessional speech

The president took me on a tour of the university even though I know all its places I mean it's my university but now as a spider woman I have to listen to the president's jokes until the tour is over

I see her

Decided to take advantage of me, I usually don't do this unless I want a free meal, so why don't I play my card this time as Spider-Woman

“As a university president, I would like to say-”

"Well, I think it's time to take a tour of the university in my own way. Thank you. I will choose the person to accompany me."

I cut off his conversation, then I go to her, there's a person next to her, disgusting, they look like a couple, they don't notice that I'm coming to them, they seem to be in their own world, jealousy, no because she's not interested in me anymore, so why don't I mess with her a little bit, as revenge Simple

‘’Hey, aren't you the girl, Haerin?’’

I looked down to see a card meant for the festival organizers, of course since she's their number one fan

When she looked at me with her expressionless face, I knew she was trying to figure out what I wanted from her

He answered the boy she was talking to

"Yes, it's Haerin Wow, what does Spider-Woman want from you?"

He said excitedly, while she was still looking at me with her usual look

“President of the university, suggest your name among the candidates to take me for a tour.”

''why me?''

“Are you asking me why the president chose you among the candidates, or why did I choose you?”

She closed her eyes for a moment and I knew I was starting to annoy her so I quickly made my next move

I grabbed her hand and then brought her close to me and grabbed her waist hard enough not to fall from me, I could see her eyes widening, I threw my spider web and it moved in the air, when she found out about my plan she couldn't help but hold me tight and close her eyes and scream

When I went out to the festival area and went outdoors, she pulled her legs around my waist and hid her face in my neck, afraid and ashamed that one of the students recognized her. I was glad she was close to me, but I knew fear was her only motive. She stayed attached to me for about two minutes, so I decided to calm her down even after I landed on the building

''Haerin, you're safe now, we're on a building…''

When she calmed down she turned away from me while holding her head

''what the fuck yn!''

"You know, I don't have time to adjust my position or sleep in comfy clothes to answer your questions."

Your voice carries a little sarcasm

''What do you want from me now?''

"Do your job for me and take me on a tour of the university."

''The bullshit you're talking about!'' “Most importantly, I won’t let you down until you swear to me, because you will give me a tour of the university.”

“What a wonderful day. The principal of the university let us down and did not receive homeless cats for the festival only because he was afraid of being attacked by one of the street cats, and now being kidnapped by Spider-Woman.”

''What? He did what?!''

“What are you pretending not to know?”

"What do you mean he can't help the street cats? Did that old man lose his mind?"

“Yes, he lost his mind, just as the donations that come from the government for free, food and water, he sells to earn money.”

“I used to think that I am the most person who does not know how to deal with cats, but it seems that it is worse.”

''Yes, do you see?''

"It's not good, wait. Do you think I'm bad with cats?"

''WELL…’’

“Whoa, a thought occurred to me, do you want to help me?”

''no…''

“Let me correct my sentence, do you want to help the cats?”

''YES!’’

I told her to tell the president of the university that I went somewhere…then leave the rest to me, before that after several attempts I convinced her to promise to take me for a tour

I came back while carrying as many cats as possible, then I made them help me attack the free food and water. The president came out looking angry, but he could not expel the cats, especially on their international day.

I looked at Hairen, who seemed happy with the new visitors, and it seemed that there were many of them

She looked at me

“Well, I didn’t expect this plan…”

She said while her facial expression carried some satisfaction on me

sneeze

I forgot that I have a slight allergy to cats

''Are you ok!?''

She asked worried about me

‘’Ye-‘’

I was interrupted by a call from the headquarters base

“What! Is it that dangerous?”

I was told that wilsoon fisk is coming from nowhere to kill me, I have to protect people until backup arrives

''What is happening?''

She looked at me as if she sensed danger from my voice

"Look, there's just some trouble here. Well, don't be afraid. Just try to guide as many people as possible to the emergency yard. We just have to be careful."

''Why?''

"There are some hooligans around, you just have to make sure they don't get caught, let's go, you have to go now."

I don't have more time to justify, I moved some cats and people to the emergency yard, then I stood on a tall building waiting for my enemy

There is nothing to indicate his arrival

Until I see and hear an explosion near the university

I advanced very quickly to the scene of the explosion, I want to minimize the damage as much as possible

''Hello, big boy''

Well it's huge, every time I see it I get shocked at its size

He shouted and then threw two electricity poles

Fortunately, people were evacuated from the university early, because the pillars of one of them I couldn't hold my cobweb. In the end, the two electrodes fell hard against the wall, crashing it.

"Take it easy, big kid."

He runs to me with his angry expression

I put my net on his bald head and then I went to the other side, he grabbed my net and swayed me in front of him he held me by his hand then he looked at me for a minute while I was trying to get out of his grip

“Haha, I didn’t expect my net to slip off your bald head.”

He shouted at me until I felt rain coming from his mouth

I raised my voice as if I was shouting back to him

"Just wait, when I catch you, the country's water economy will go up from your nasty saliva."

He punched me with his huge hand, the first punch I felt so painful, the second punch I felt like I was in heaven

He threw me hard on the ground, I felt my back vertebrae shatter

He flapped his huge fists to bury me in the ground, but before he crushed me I managed to escape

I ran to the roof of a building

He tries to climb the building barbarously

''Why don't you choose Hulk as your opponent? There's something in common, it's definitely not his hair…'' ''Come fight me!''

He screamed as he threw himself on the roof

"I remember you were a good-looking person wearing elegant suits. Why are you screaming now? And where are your cheap tools that shoot some fire?"

''I will destroy you!''

Break some iron barriers. and threw it towards me

I grabbed the barriers and threw them towards him with more force

Then I threw my successive net at him until I got close to him and hit him severely

"You're losing, Willie."

"How can I lose when I haven't even started!"

He broke a generator and threw it at me

I avoided it and then returned it to him with my networks

He paused

''Willie, did you get an electric shock?''

A gunshot barely dodged it

I turned to them

"I forgot you have your own army!"

Then I skipped their shots and beat them until I saw Wilsoon come towards me

''I will kill you!''

''I'm interested how will you do it''

Wilsoon's support has arrived and many are carrying guns, I wonder why their support is faster than mine

But why is he starting to come down from the building? Where is he going? I can't think of him while these gunshots are coming towards me.

I tried to avoid the bullets, but there was a superficial bullet in my leg, after I got rid of them I went after him

"Willy, stop running from me? Why are you fighting me from the start if you're going to run?!"

"Isn't this the university you're volunteering for as Spider-Woman? Destroying it would be fun!"

Damn, what should I do now? Student housing is close to the university. It will cause a lot of damage. I have to defend instead of attack

He took the university flag and threw it on the students' dormitory. I climbed the wall before the flag reached one of the windows. Unfortunately, I penetrated the window to see some students.

“You better leave, students.”

I said it as if I wasn't their age

Well from here I can see the emergency yard is empty of people I have to lure him there

I ran there

"Oh no… oh my god!" There are some stray cats eating from the free meals

I didn't expect that they would be in danger if I fought him here

"Look at you, Spider-Woman, you're running away now."

I have to stop, and take it seriously, the most phrase I keep hearing, I seem to have underestimated his abilities a bit, I am angry now, why in a day that I am supposed to spend petting cats turn into this, why when Heiren starts talking to me I am interrupted by a report about Wilsoon

“Willy, I'm a constant talker, I like to annoy people, I've never been in a dangerous situation in my life… I'm going to shut up now.”

“What, miss, are you going to withdraw from the fight? Why are you going to shut up?”

''to beat your fucking ass''

I threw as many of my nets as possible towards his face and his huge body, then I took the statue of the university and threw it on him, he fell to the ground, so I jumped high and fixed strings on the ground, then I threw myself on his stomach again and again, the cats ran away from the place, a group of His army, and they shot me, I don't care if the bullets go into my brain and my heart, all I care about is ruining it as much as it ruins my day.

There are bullets penetrating my suit

I pinned myself to the wall, but he followed me, and the wall shattered, and I expect some to shatter my bones

I decided to stop

Wilson stopped standing

"It's sad that you disappeared under the crumbs of the building. Do you still care how I'm going to kill you?"

silence

"Shoot her to make sure she's dead."

He ordered his army to fire on the remnants of the wall

shot

Government support has finally arrived

''We have to go now…''

The remnants of the wall hung with spider webs prevented him from underground. I pinned his army over him and wrapped them in my net as I felt the dying pains of my body.

I collected all the broken walls near me and laid it up on top of it as if it were a new building, wrap the government support with your weapons around the wall pile made of some cement and Wilsoon and his army

When I was sure he wouldn't run away, I ran while I could barely breathe

I left the rest to the police and the government

I entered an alley near the student residence of my university, while I am trying to take a simple rest, I feel severe pain, my face is covered in blood, and my suit is torn from everywhere

I started to close my eyes until I heard

‘’meow…meow…’’

A cat approaching me is licking the blood off my face

''Rin, is that you…?''

I passed out

I woke up with severe pain in my body

I woke up in a place I know

I looked at my body full of wounds and bandages, I'm not wearing my torn suit, in my underwear only

''Meow!’’

''Huh…''

“Hyein…did she get up?”

Instead of lying down, I decided to sit down

''yn are you okay? can you lie down don't force yourself please lie down''

''Haerin…what happened?''

'She put her hand on mine

''You don't remember…?''

''not much…''

''You don't need to remember everything once…you just completed your mission and now you need to rest''

“Is everyone okay…the cats in the yard weren’t hurt, were they?”

''Yes, the cats weren't hurt. There weren't even any injuries. The only injured person is you.''

''Thank God''

She came close to my body, her face close to mine, I want to kiss her so bad

"Can't you see that you're hurt, too?"

"It doesn't really matter, I'm Spider-Woman after all."

She looks at my lips what should I do

''Yn''

I'm not ready yet

"I don't want to interrupt you…but will you become my roommate again?"

She smiled softly, smiling so close that if I didn't die from Wilsoon's punches, I would die from her closeness to me.

She sat in the same bed next to me

“I thought you didn’t want me to stay after I left you that day.”

I didn't answer it

“Sorry, I was also frustrated with the fact that you hid the fact that you were Spider-Woman from me… I thought I was a special person in your life, you were suffering too.”

''I love you''

I couldn't hold it in my heart anymore

I could see that she blushed at the sudden confession

''Haerin, I fall in love with you. Love me. Let's date. Our first date will be in the cat cafe. If you are not satisfied with me, give me a chance to prove my love for you. You may love me as the days go by.''

She looked at her hands and then looked at me again

''yn I'd be lying if I said I don't have feelings for you…I love you too…but I'm too shy to say it''

"So we're dating now?"

''Yes we are''

I quickly adjusted my seat as if I had no pain in the joints and bones

I put my hands around her neck and my legs around her waist, as she did when I flew her at the festival

“I don’t want any objections…we are dating now and I need you close to me…let me rest in your arms.”

'I feel the heat of her cheeks on mine

''yn I love you…but you hug me in your underwear''

''Do you want me to take it off''

She slapped my back lightly while hiding her face in my neck

"You're always so unserious…you ruined the moment!"

"Where's Rin anyway?"

''You mean Hyein…''

'Rin is a better name'

“If you keep calling her Rin, I will push you now.”

"Hey, did you leave the window open?"

…

#newjeans x reader #haerin x reader #haerin imagines #newjeans

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bisexual-thoughtss · 2 years

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Could write some sfw and nsfw headcanons on what it would be like to date Tim Laflour? Like, just any general, random headcanons you think dating him would b like.

Sorry this took me forever to do! I couldn’t think of anything good for a long time, so I’ve been saving your ask until some good ones came to me!

He won’t hesitate to drop everything for a friend in need

He can and will fall asleep anywhere if you let him

He loves taking you out to local punk shows

He loves eating you out, you’ve woken up many mornings to him between your legs

He took that poetry class for an English credit and now he’s really into it

Reads you poetry until you fall asleep

Leaves you notes with some of his favorite lines or ones that remind him of you

Dog ears pages with poems he thinks you’ll like so he can show you later

You make him read to you while riding him, if he stops you stop (it’s torture for everyone)

You know he wants in on whatever beauty stuff he finds you doing

You’re painting your nails? “Oh do mine too, babe!”

Face masks? Count him in

You’re dyeing your hair? “Got any extra? Sweet, hit me with it, baby!”

Scary Dog Privilege™️ but like not really

He’s got what I would call pitbull energy

Have you ever walked a pitbull? People think they’re scary, they move their kids away, it’s a whole thing. But if you know a pitbull, you know that they’re just big sweet babies.

That’s Tim! “scary” outside, sweet inside

Also exudes big dog energy when it comes to cuddles

Like a big dog that’s convinced it’s a lapdog

Will be draped across you at any available moment

Very likely to find him with his head on your chest, his arms wrapped tightly around your middle while you read a book and run your fingers through his hair

Loves seeing you in his clothes

No matter what size you are, he’s salivating

Your smaller than him? He loves the way his clothes drape off you, so cute

You’re bigger? He can’t stop staring at how his shirt stretches across your chest, so sexy

Loves to pop his beanie on your head to keep you warm if you show even the slightest hint of being chilly

Don’t even get him started on you in his jersey, be prepared for him to jump your bones immediately

#tim laflour imagine #tim laflour x reader #Tim laflour #senseless #senseless 1998 #Matthew lillard #matthew lillard x reader

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fl3shm4id3n · 1 year

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𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓴𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓪 𝓟𝓵𝓾𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓡𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓸𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓲

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴛᴏɴᴏᴡᴀʀɪ x ʀᴏɴᴀʟ x ᴛᴀʟᴏᴋᴇᴀɴ! ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ꜰᴏᴜᴅᴇQᴜꜱʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴜᴅᴡɪɢ ɢÖʀᴀɴꜱꜱᴏɴ- ᴄᴏɴ ʟᴀ ʙʀɪꜱᴀ

Tw: some Wakanda Forever spoilers? Reader understands them, cussing,

Author’s note: Somewhat similar to the Atlantean story but this time reader is an adult and from Talokan, should I do a reader from Wakanda next?

P.s. I also come to realize that I’m still knew in writing Polyamorous relationships, sorry if my poly fics/hcs sound stale.

Masterlist

You had landed on Pandora with your group, ever since the War between the Wakandans and the Talokans things haven’t been the same. You had left earth and explored some planets, to find better materials for better weapons. The technology back home was one of the bests, but the Wakandans were not dumb. Once your team was done with you all boarded the ships to leave. While on the air, something had been wrong with yours, you couldn’t explain what it was but you had to get out of the ship fast, if you didn’t you’d explode along with it. The only thing you got was your spear and an extra mask then jumped out just in time as it exploded. You had landed on the ocean, the problem was that now your team won’t be able to locate you due to your ship’s destruction.

You decided to look for a village or something, you weren’t going to just stick around in the ocean. So you began to swim, you took your mask underwater to swim better and able to breath the water. You swam for hours and hours until you had spotted a village, hopefully they’d help you. So you put your mask on and swam towards the shore. Then the villagers had spotted you, some began to circle you as you approached, others ran around to get other’s attention. Now you were standing in the middle of a crowd, of both children, teenagers and adults. They were eyeing you, seeing your blue skin, the jade earrings, the gills on your shoulders that were covered with the same breathing device. Not to mention your amour, your height, your different form of attire and you had your spear in hand. They didn’t miss your lack of tail, wide arms and wide eyes. The villagers had mumbled amongst each other.

Until you were then approached by who you assumed where the leaders, a male and female. They had greeted you with their own greeting sign, while you did your own. “What is someone like you doing here?” Ronal had asked, which you responded “I’ve come very far, I don’t have a clue of where I am.” You said as the Female with tattoos surrounded you, walking around you to get a better look. She did not miss your blue skin, your gills that laid on your shoulders. “Where are you from?” she asked. “I am from the underwater city known as Talokan.” You said as you felt her touched your bone like armor then moved to your leather wrapped arms. “Hm, we have never seen anyone like you, ever” she said letting go your arm. “All I ask is for some refuge, I leave as soon as possible.” You had asked, this made Tonowari and Ronal looked at each other then at you.

“Hm, how are we sure that you won’t bring trouble?” Tonowari asked, not missing your spear. Then you got down on one knee, placing your spear down and faced down. “Me and my people come in peace, we’d hate to cause any trouble. I will not bring any trouble, and if any trouble is brought, then I will take full responsibility.” You said looking down, then Tonowari and Ronal looked at one another again, having a silent conversation, then they spoke. “You are to stay, but you’ll have to learn our ways, you will be treated as a sister here.” Tonowari said as you looked up at him. Bowing your head once again and thanked him and his mate. He had instructed his children Ao’nung and Tsireya to teach you.

They had been kind enough to give your own Marui. It was different from your home back in Talokan, since you lived underwater where majority of the time it was dark, but it was nice feeling the sun on your skin.

You also got to know the leader’s family, his wife, Ronal, his son Ao’nung and his daughter Tsireya.

They often asked you question about Talokan and how the city underwater was compared to the one on the surface. The Tsahik was interested in your beliefs of a deity, you had told her your worshipped multiple deities, but the god you worshipped the most was the one known as Ku'ku'lkán, The feathered serpent god.

You told her everything about your people’s history, from living on the lands to now under the sea. You’ve also mentioned her about Namor who is a demigod who represents Ku'ku'lkán, who is also the King of Talokan.

Tonowari had been interested on your skills of combat and other skills you may know. When he had asked about what kind of creatures you rode, you told him that you didn’t ride an animal most of the time but you would ride a Killer Orca.

You had learn about their marine life, it was much more different then the one back home. They rode animals such as a Skimswim or an Ilu, well the Skimswims were more for the Adults and the Ilus for the children or teens.

Both their children Ao’nung and Tsireya would be the ones to ask you loads and loads of questions about Talokan. If you guys had a certain ability only you could do.

That was when you told them that your singing can attract people around you, Ao’nung wanted to see but you didn’t want to it would be a good idea.

Tsireya had thought you their form of sign language, another form of communication underwater. They couldn’t talk underwater like you.

When you’d take off your mask underwater, your skin would change another color, which caused both the interest of in Tsireya and Ao’nung. When they asked you about it, you told them the whole history and the reason why your skin changes from blue to another under water.

Since they had taught their sign language, you decided to teach the Yucatec. It was easy for them to learn since they thought it was almost similar to Na’vi.

You had loved the ilus, they were very precious animals to be around. Even though you couldn’t bond with them, you still swam with them or played with them. The Skinswim were a bit aggressive but you still tried to hang around them.

Some time had passed and their was no sign of anyone on your team, no one seemed to come looking for you.

You began to loose hope, that they were not coming for you, the must have assumed you were dead since your ship exploded and their was no way you could find every piece to put it back together.

That night you had talk to Tonowari and Ronal about your doubts, they too had also noticed that their was no sign or anyone coming for you. Since you have spent time with them and not cause any trouble, they had allowed you stay permanently. You didn’t expect them to allow you to stay, which you were glad that you had found a new home, you will miss Talokan but who knows how long you’d be able to return. For the time being, you began to act more like them, but you still stuck to your origin. You could live underwater but you preferred to live on the surface just like the rest of the people. Every now and then you’d go for a swim without your mask. Ever since you began decided to stay, both Tonowari and Ronal had began to get closer to you. They were the ones to teach you more about their culture and other things.

It began with gifts, handmade gift. You’d often receive either a necklace, an anklet or a headpiece. You believed they were friendly gifts but you had noticed that gifts kept coming and coming. You knew who they were from since they were always delivered to you by both Tonowari and Ronal who’d give them to you. This gestures began to make you develop feelings for the couple, but you decided to return the gesture. When you’d go to hunt for food, you’d come back with a huge catch and give it to the family, saying that you caught it and that they should eat it. Next was a bracelet that you had on, it has been in the family for generations, made with jade and the string of the plant that made your skin turn blue. You had gifted to the couple as a Thank You gift for letting you stay. You’d also notice how one of them would wear it some days.

That afternoon you had been in the marui of Tonowari and Ronal, they had been asking you something about how you felt and how things had been going on since your stay. You admitted that you loved being in the village, that you felt as if you had never left home. What you didn’t expect was what came next, turned out that both the Olo'eyktan and Tsahik had grown feelings towards you, this caught you by surprise since you never expected two being to fall for you. You also had grown feelings for the couple, but you knew that your feelings should never be since they’re mated for life from what you heard Tsireya mention. At first you weren’t sure if it was okay but they had mentioned that it was your choice to make, that they weren’t going to force you into anything, but you had accepted them. Afterwards they had talked with both Ao’nung and Tsireya about your new relationship, this was new to them since they’ve only ever just seen their two parents, but now you had been added. They had no problem since it was yours and their parents relationship. You had moved in to the family’s Marui the next day.

Ronal had encouraged you to wear their attire of clothing, at first you weren’t so sure since their attire was a bit different from yours. You were basically covered up while they showed almost everything, you did dress like them in way that was comfortable for you.

Just like before, Ronal likes to be the one to weave your clothes. In return you’d also make sure some things using whatever materials you could find around the beach.

You’d weave your own clothes but added both Metkayina and Talokan cultures together, Ronal had been the one to help you make your attire. She knew that you still believed in your gods, but she also had taught you about Eywa and other things.

Tonowari had learned about your hunting skills and your hand to hand combat. He had wanted you to show him what you could do, which you did. He was impressed how someone of your size had manage to bring such a big man down.

Since then he had began to spar with you more with the excuse that you should learn more skills. But you know full we he likes it when you kick his ass.

One day he had decided to take you on a ride on the Skimswin, at first you scared since you aren’t used to flying, but it turned out to be fun feeling the air hit your face.

When you’d go for a swim, they’d also go with you or if the both can’t make it together, one will go with you. They liked to see how your blue skin into your natural skin.

Since you’re shorter than the couple, Tonowari somewhat teases you for it. Not in a mean way but in cute way, he finds your height since. Ronal comes to the recue if Tonowari keeps teasing you.

You had meet the Tulkun who by the looks of it, they resembled whales, but different. Turns out they were considered the Metkayina’s brothers and sisters. Back home you’d consider all marine life as your brothers and sister since you both shared the same ocean.

You had met both Tsireya’s, Ao’nung and Tonowari’s spirit sister and brothers, along with Rao who had been pregnant at the time.

When the Sullys had arrived, you were with Tonowari to greet them. They were caught by surprise seen someone like you living amoung them. They had asked for refuge, but both Tonowari and Ronal had a bit of an issue, since Jakesully was involved with Surface dwellers and his family was in danger.

Ronal did not want them to stay since she fears that they might bring their war here, but Jakesully was done with war, and he wanted to keep his family safe from danger.

You and Tonowari then made eye contact with Ronal, to try and come to agreement involving them staying, but Ronal looked at you a bit longer then finally agreed.

Back at the Marui, you, Ronal and Tonowari had a talk about the new Family. She explained that she did not want their problems coming over here, but you told her that they won’t to try and ease her nerves.

She had then decided to give them a chance to at least adapt like the rest of the people.

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makiruz · 16 days

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Know what? Fuck it, I'm posting this here.

So as I mentioned before I found a couple of old Bionicle Fanfics on my computer, they're from the old BZPower forum, which died twice, so there's a good chance my copies are the only ones left in existence, and because I really like this one I'm posting it here.

I don't know what's the etiquette for posting fics no longer online, so if people considers it inappropriate please let me know and I'll delete it; also if you know the author let me know so I can contact them. Anyway here it is:

I'm Still Here by Raia Svit-kona

http://www.bzpower.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=292937 (original link, now dead)

I am a question to the world, Not an answer to be heard. All a moment that's held in your arms. And what do you think you'd ever say? I won't listen anyway… You don't know me, And I'll never be what you want me to be.

Takanuva paused and took a deep breath. He immediately regretted it, as the swamp air was damp and heavy and left the musty scent of mud in his olfactory sensors.

Yuck, he grumbled to himself.

The last few days had been a complete blur. Never before had life been so eager to pass in front of his eyes. It seemed that only yesterday he had transformed from a mere Matoran to the sole Toa of Light. Then, in the blink of an eye, he went from being the seventh Toa to the only guardian of Metru Nui, and then he was sent to bring this vital message to the Toa Nuva in Karda Nui. It was mind-boggling.

And what do you think you'd understand? I'm a boy, no, I'm a man. You can take me and throw me away. And how can you learn what's never shown? Yeah, you stand here on your own. They don't know me 'cause I'm not here.

He looked down at his armor, once red and blue, then white and gold, and now a deep, thundercloud gray instead of gold. So many faces, so many identities, so many masks to bear, Kanohi or otherwise.

On the outside, he was Takanuva, mighty Toa of Light, traveler of dimensions.

But deep down…he was afraid. He was inexperienced.

Tahu and the others were never Matoran, he thought. They've never done anything besides fighting for us. For Mata Nui. Would they ever feel like this? As if they've given up everything they ever were, ever could have been? What about Takua? Is he still in there?

Nothing felt real anymore. It was if some other, heroic, strong being had taken over his body. Every action felt almost fake, as if he was just a puppet on a stage, and if the strings were cut, he would flop to the ground, useless and weak.

One mistake. That's all it would take to doom Mata Nui forever, he knew.

And I want a moment to be real, Wanna touch things I don't feel, Wanna hold on and feel I belong. And how can the world want me to change, They're the ones that stay the same. They don't know me, 'Cause I'm not here.

The old Takua, alive in the recesses of his heart, wouldn't have let anything bother him for long. Takanuva pushed his despairing thoughts away. He had a job to do, after all.

The thick vegetation, looping and twisting between the thick pillar-like trees, reminded him of Le-Wahi, and the time Jaller had 'bear-fought' an ash bear, narrowly escaping the encounter only after Toa Lewa had arrived. It seemed so long ago…

And you see the things they never see All you wanted, I could be Now you know me, and I'm not afraid And I wanna tell you who I am Can you help me be a man? They can't break me As long as I know who I am

If only he had the courageous, loyal Toa of Fire by his side. They could have worked well together. I wonder what he's doing now, he thought. Then he realized that his mind was drifting again, like a boat left untied, and he shook his head.

Ahead, the swamp, or bog, or whatever you chose to call the smelly, mucky pit, dropped down sharply. The gnarled roots of the trees erupted from the squishy earth, bare and dry like rahi bones. Without pausing to think, Takanuva leaped down amongst the tangle and used the roots like a bridge to the next dry spot.

Technically, he could fly, but he hadn't been in the mood for it. Flying made him think of the birds yammering above his head, too far up to see, and birds made him think of Gukko, and of home.

Maybe I should fly up there and see if I can spot the Toa, he decided. Holding out his new power lance for balance, Takanuva braced himself. Remember when you used to do stuff like this for fun?

And I want a moment to be real, Wanna touch things I don't feel, Wanna hold on and feel I belong. And how can the world want me to change, They're the ones that stay the same. They can't see me, But I'm still here.

The next thing he knew, he was swooping through the sky. The dank mud and moss sped along underneath him in streaks. Adrenaline flooded his limbs. In a fit of spirits, Takanuva dived, hurtling through the gaps in the drooping vines. A second away from impact he swooped upward and hovered in place.

Cheered, he took a good look around. Mist hugged the trees here, but in the distance, Takanuva could just make out the blurred shapes of two grappling figures; one blue, and one ghostly white. Unless he was sorely mistaken, the blue figure looked distinctly like a Toa of Water. The other unknown was wiry, with luminous red eyes and rows of spines erupting from its armor.

They can't tell me who to be, 'Cause I'm not what they see. And the world is still sleepin', While I keep on dreamin' for me. And their words are just whispers And lies that I'll never believe.

Without hesitation, Takanuva summoned a bright flare. The creature whirled, eyes narrowed. It made no sound, only giving the Toa of Twilight a penetrating glance before sinking into the quagmire.

And I want a moment to be real, Wanna touch things I don't feel, Wanna hold on and feel I belong. And how can they say I never change They're the ones that stay the same. I'm the one now, 'Cause I'm still here.

He didn't have much thought to spare for the strange, spindly being. The Toa of Water, recovered, had stepped through the curtain of mist. Altered and silver-armored, her mask adorned with two wing-like projections, she was Gali Nuva, and one of the Toa he sought.

"Takanuva? Is that really you?" Her voice was shadowed by the countless questions she wanted to ask. Her bright yellow eyes, as open and easy to read as he had always remembered them, showed her shock.

"Yes. Are you okay?" "Of course. But…what happened to you?"

Takanuva sighed. "It's a tale worthy of the Wall of History, but there's no time for that now."

"You've changed," Gali murmured. "So have you," he replied. But under all this armor, I'm still here.

I'm the one, 'Cause I'm still here. I'm still here. I'm still here. I'm still here.

#Bionicle #Fanfic #NOT MINE #I did not write it #online archiving #lost media #Takanuva #Toa Takanuva #Takua #Takua Bionicle

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blackiraven · 8 months

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Another sale! Scriddler sketch and it was written for @likelytodiefromboredom and the rest of my readers! Thank you again very much for paying attention to me. I also want to thank those who requested my sketches anonymously.

I would like to write more and more often, but now I have a job and I don't always find the time and energy for this...😢 So here's a pretty big and very romantic story for you. I love you all!❤️❤️❤️

Bright flashes of lightning and thunder shaking the blackened skies caught my attention. Like a small child, I threw away what I had been doing before and rushed to the small and stained basement window. The man bleeding behind me crawled a little more on the concrete floor, then wheezed for the last time and fell silent forever with horror frozen on his face. A heavy downpour poured down. I was fascinated by the drops running on the glass and wiped the stained folding knife.

"It's raining. All mouse burrows are flooded. Small furry animals get entangled in the wet grass and drown… drown … and are afraid." the moonlight gradually faded and everything was plunged into darkness and frightening noise. Jets of water that hated dryness all their existence penetrated through the cracks in the foundation and spread over the bare walls.

"But the heron also needs to return to its nest."

The swamp grew and rose higher, dragging all the daredevils and losers into the quagmire. At the very last moment, when almost all my feathers were soaked through, I managed to fly into a two-story apartment and slam the door behind me. In response, the disgruntled thunder let out its roar in the sky, and lightning through the windows finally doused me with its blinding light. I stood there for a few minutes and just flowed, getting used to the silence, warmth and pleasant smells.

"Oh, Jonathan, you're finally back." Edward appeared in the dark hallway, the click of the switch instantly dispersed the darkness I preferred. The yellowish light of the bulb revealed to him my entire state. A wet suit, a drooping hat, not washed away bloodstains and a slight shiver from the cold in the knees and shoulders.

"Ah! Come with me, I'll make you something hot. I hope you're not hurt." running up to me, Nygma took my slippery hand and dragged me along. His gaze anxiously examined me for the presence of wounds and injuries.

"No. It's just… someone strongly resisted." I calmly follow him, leaving behind a small puddle. Having missed the fact that I had recently stabbed a man, Edward was glad that I returned in one piece, and accelerated his pace. He never once judged me…

I refused to take off my suit and mask, so Nygma could only wrap me in a few thick towels. I like that he always chooses a compromise option, I don't like to argue with him.

"Thank you…" faintly came out of my throat after another sip of hot coffee. Bones rested on a soft sofa, warmth and calmness actively sprouted in my chest. I was getting used to the light. Only here I can feel good and relax.

"It's all right, Jonathan. Tell me if you need anything." the little frog was jumping around smoothly, carefully wiping me with towels and squeezing out the wettest parts of the suit.

"There are no arms or legs, but it knocks on the windows and stomps on the ground. What is it?"

"Rain?"

"Right!"

There was a pleasant smell of something very tasty coming from the kitchen, which provoked prolonged rumbling in an empty stomach. How long have I not eaten? I don't remember. Edward's soft smile constantly caught my eye. He was no longer shy about going without a mask in my presence, and for a long time I did not dare to do the same thing. It's probably a shame… Thoughts about this come to me more and more often, especially when Edward is around. The mask has become a full-fledged part of my life, my second skin and a barrier behind which my past is hidden. But when we are together, the mask feels alien, wrong, a vestige. It's like my face is covered with a thick layer of dirt. I want to tear off the fabric soaked with sins with my nails, but suddenly my true face will push away a dear person?

"Edward… you…" I shyly lower my head and look at the remnants of coffee at the bottom of the mug.

"Yes, dear?" noticing my loss and concern, he sat down next to me. Every time the little frog calls me that, my withered heart shudders and burns with unfamiliar, but such pleasant feelings. A decent amount of time has passed since our confession, but we have not progressed further.

"Would you like to see me… without a mask?"

"Only if you really want to do it, Jonathan."

"I want to…"

"Are you sure, dear?"

"Yes. I can't take this anymore."

Edward carefully took the mug away, before patting my hands in a supportive manner. Trembling fingers slowly crept up to the damp mask and abruptly clutched at the worn fabric. It was as if she was desperately resisting my choice, squeezing, not letting me breathe and trying to merge with the skin. But I confidently extricated myself from the stranglehold and pulled off the mask. The fresh and warm air gave me an invigorating slap in the face. The tousled light golden hair kept my secret for a few more seconds, but a shake of the head finally completed it.

"Oh, my God…" his words trembled and slowly became unintelligible. Shaking his paws, Edward covered his mouth with all his fingers and stared at me with wide eyes in horror. Three broad, rough maroon scars burned on the snow-white skin. The first scar went a long way from the right edge of the forehead and reached the left temple. The second smooth bloody line is permanently located under my eyes and on the bridge of my nose. The third careless seam followed from the right cheek to the left cheekbone, touching and distorting my lips. It was as if flaps of skin had been torn off from me, which spoiled the relief of the whole face. I held my breath so that my insides wouldn't shake, and tried to look anywhere but at the shocked Nygma.

"Jonathan… what happened to you?" but he was really worried and didn't feel disgusted or afraid of me. Surprised, I turn my head and see a my little frog almost crying. It was as if he instantly experienced all my pain.

"It's all… my family inheritance." the scars immediately ached, pulled the skin and wriggled like three fat and voracious millipedes. Then, instead of a stick, in the hand of the woman who gave birth to me, there was a dry and thorny branch, which against my will forced me to try on a bloody mask. Scraps of skin and flesh with splashes of blood stained the grass. Rage and hatred boiled inside, my teeth gnashed, and my nails tore the soft earth. Then my blood-soaked eyes stopped seeing for an indefinite moment, and then acquired a new scarlet color. All the cruel and terrible fantasies oozed out through three unhealed wounds. Large drops fell from my chin and flowed into my mouth. It was a taste of humiliation, contempt and my own weakness, helplessness. No one was going to help me. I was constantly washing off the blood, it didn't stop in any way, and at night insects crawled over my face. I tried to seal them up, paint them over, hide them, just so that people around me wouldn't point a finger at me. But they were always with me now, and only the sight of a burning house with rats locked inside could calm my long-term pain. Other people's cold stares still continued to leave scratches and cracks on my soul, so I sewed this mask with my own hands and finally felt relieved.

"Jonathan?" a soft voice grabbed right at my heart and pulled me out of the turbulent flow of memories. I shuddered and exhaled loudly, clutching my knees. The heavy head drooped again.

"It's very terrible… But I don't think your face is ugly or disgusting."

"Really?.."

"Of course, my dear. I'm glad you trusted me with this. And if it's hard for you, then I will always support you."

These airy, but so valuable and once inaccessible words reverberated with a melodious echo in my head. But I still couldn't move, for fear of scaring away, dispelling everything that was happening. What if these are illusions? False perception? The velvet dream I've been begging from heaven since I was a kid? I was shaking, the air was tangled in my lungs and throat, claws were digging into the fabric and getting to the skin.

"Jonathan… Jonathan! It's okay, I'm here." Edward's whisper calmed me down and distracted me from my discomfort. Small, neat and warm hands reached out to my face. I didn't resist, immediately put my chin in his hands and closed my eyes. It shouldn't hurt… it's his hands… they're caring, they're not dangerous… The pads of his fingers gently stroked my scars, circled my lips and eyelids. The pain subsided, the stretched skin softened and stopped itching. Tears quietly poured down my cheeks.

"It's all right…" Nygma pulled me towards him. I obediently trusted him and rubbed against his hands, huddled against them like a skinned street cat. With a sharp jerk, I snuggle up to Edward and drown in his strong embrace. I lift my head so that our eyes met and froze. It became difficult to breathe because of the beating heart. Without the mask, it was now better to look at and admire my little frog.

"You're… just adorable." for the first time in all the years of my life, my crippled face caused someone to smile. I wanted to answer as well, but I have not yet learned to smile good-naturedly. Then Edward, blushing all over, squeezed his eyes shut and kissed me, after which he was surprised at his own act. It was so fleeting, just one light innocent touch of lips. But there was no stopping me, I needed more. I drag him from the sofa to my lap and resume our first kiss myself. I was also nervous because of the lack of at least some experience, but I continued anyway. My icy lips were saturated with my favorite warmth. We closed our eyes and studied hard on each other. For the first time I felt a pinkish heat on my cheeks. He burned and destroyed all layers of scab, melted blocks of ice, giving my soul lightness, and violently drove the blood through my veins. It was unforgettable and unique when our tongues touched and intertwined, when our lips became soft and plump due to frequent collisions. Nothing has ever brought me such pleasure and happiness, pure childish happiness. Edward mumbled sweetly, huddled close to me and stroked my head, and I squeezed him and crumpled his green jacket. My little frog… I love you so much, I adore you, I don't want to let you go. I will kill anyone for you, I am ready to die myself, if only you would continue to smile and rejoice. I am all yours, and you are all mine and only mine. This island in the middle of the swamp is a small paradise for a heron rejected by earth and heaven.

Because of pleasant feelings, I got lost in time. Our kiss seemed to last forever. I began to understand what movements and what pace Edward liked the most. It's amazing that I can do anything else besides pain and horror. And only my little frog deserves it.

"Dear. Dear?" Nygma was calling me, and I responded with a sharp awakening. It turned out that I dozed off a little during the kiss and buried my nose in his shoulder. But Edward didn't stop stroking my hair, running his fingers through the blond strands and covering my cheek with small kisses.

"Are you very tired?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll bring dinner now, and then you can go to bed."

"Are you… working again today?"

"Yes, but… today I can postpone my work."

#scriddler #riddlecrow #scarecrow #salecrow #riddler #saleriddler #jonathan crane #edward nygma #blacki's fanfiction #blacki's ask #writers on tumblr

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the-everqueen · 4 months

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Hi! So this first ask is about the concept you have for that X-men monster fic 👀

so ao3 user darthpumpkinspice dragged me down a Pierce/Logan hole and now i've read everything (in English) in the tags and am subscribed to a current fic-in-progress. i need to make clear: i have not seen Logan (2017). i've read the wiki summary and i know what hugh jackman and bhol look like. pero now i'm invested in smarmy Donald Pierce getting the shit beat out of him by a burned-out Wolverine and/or being a pretty princess/fucktoy for Wolverine.

(go read Twice Shy. and then, just because it's good Rose-as-Dream fic, Heavy Lies the Crown.)

anyways. given this context. i want a fic where Donnie gets revived/captured by A-T in the wake of film events and they test a new serum formula on him and it goes...wrong. cue Logan (also revived, and/or time loop shit, we know i love a time loop) breaking him out, thinking he's going to leverage this little shit for info to dismantle A-T, and instead he's got a handful of monster. two ways for this to go, imho: Pierce is turning into something wolverine-adjacent, with all the gross and delightful body horror and fear of losing humanity that comes with it. i find this fun because wolverines are related to martens and i DO think it's on the nose in a darkly funny way if the (metaphorical) weasel is becoming a (literal) weasel. also wolverines are solitary animals (ha) so putting two of those in close quarters and being like "work together!" has great potential. alternatively, Pierce's body is coping badly with a botched metamorphosis into bhol-as-Wolverine, with all the fun pain of "hey bone claws actually really fucking hurt and when not reinforced with adamantium they aren't a GREAT weapon, actually, because bones break," and "rapid healing factor doesn't stop things from hurting, esp. when 'things' are a pissed off adamantium-reinforced mutant who wants to use you as his personal punching bag." either way! i get Donald Pierce Coping Badly With A New Set Of Instincts, and the delicious playground of "what if we took someone who is definitely traumatized and has been masking that with violence and suddenly/horribly reoriented his whole sense of self while making him dependent on the person who wants him dead more than anyone else."

the first option has the potential for a...softer ending. not kinder, maybe, but it could result in some uneasy truce with elements of pleasure. second one is pure whump. for me, the attraction of this pairing is the flip of a hero into a small-scale villain for someone who absolutely deserves hurt. the reparative factor in non-whump versions is the classic "you have been seen at your absolute worst and someone still thinks maybe you could've had kindness, maybe there's something worthwhile at the bitter pit of you." but there's also the bit where it's like: you are Logan and you are tired. you have been saving the world since forever and it has not fucking gotten better and no matter what you won't die, you can't die, you wish you could die so at least you could stop. and the ghosts keep dragging you back against your will, and living so long makes for a LOT of ghosts. and then this bitch of a kid who tells you he's a fan is in your hands, and he's done a lot of bad and feels no guilt for it. and maybe you could make him sorry. at very least you can have this: you can prove to yourself you're a monster.

#ask games #ama #logan/pierce #x-men #comix #violetoftheendless #i...yeah.#basically i think we could all be a LOT grosser with bodies in any given fandom and the dc comix universe gives you a lot of options #once more i look at a comix character and think ''oh honey i could do right by you'' (and by right i mean SO WRONG lmao)

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annab-nana · 2 years

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very fitting as i could barely see the prompts bcs i’m crying over heartstopper but '' need a shoulder to cry on? '' with peter pls 🙏

omg i still need to watch/read that!!

warnings: silk!reader, proofread once, slightly suggestive (mentions of a sexual connection)

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you sat on the roof's edge, suited feet dangling over as you stared at the ground. your life had changed drastically in the last year. one stupid field strip. one stupid spider. one stupid peter parker. you didn't ask for this life, but you felt too guilty when you sat at home because as peter said to tony stark once, "and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you."

“not much action for you either?” you heard peter ask when he landed behind you on the rooftop after swinging in. the simple shake of your head and slump of your shoulders answered his question as he walked over to sit next to you.

you were nearly quiet all of the time in the last year peter had truly known you. before the fateful spider bite, your laughter could be heard from the opposite end of the hallway. you used to be so carefree and jubilant, but now, you were in your head constantly and silent most of the time.

it was nice to have peter who knew what it was like, but at the very beginning, that wasn’t the case. with the bite came disruptions in both of your hormones to the point where you couldn’t be near each other without the desperate painful need to jump each other’s bones. thankfully though, bruce had concocted a serum of sorts to abate that so you could be near him and behave yourself.

“what’s going on in that head of yours?” peter inquired before watching you lean back to look directly up at the sky.

“too much,” you muttered with a sigh while peter copied your actions to lay beside you. his red and blue suit was a stark contrast to your white and black one.

he figured you didn’t want to talk when you didn’t elaborate so his eyes moved from you to the sky. it was then that you spoke again.

“friends suck.”

that threw him for a loop. as far as he knew, you didn’t talk to your friends often for what he assumed was to protect them. again, he waited for elaboration on your part for a moment before he opened his mouth to ask for it, only for you to beat him to it.

“i found out that charlie was dared to make me fall in love with him and then break up with me so that’s why he was always flirting with me which doesn’t bother me too bad since were weren’t even that close. what really gets me is that madison, someone i considered to be a close friend, was the one to put my feelings on the line and dared him to do it because she thought i said that i liked him when i really said marley from sixth period.”

“so i dropped them a while ago but i miss them, you know? like i missing having people to talk to and hang out with. i miss having someone that i felt comfortable enough to talk to about anything and everything or whenever i need-“ you cut yourself off when you felt yourself getting emotional over the topic, knowing peter could feel it too. banner’s serum may have dulled the sexual urge between you both but you could still feel each other. it was like you were connected forever due to that spider.

“need a shoulder to cry on?” he spoke up, finishing up your sentence but also offering to be there for you. you didn’t even nod to answer his question. you just took off your mask hastily so you could breathe better—no one could see you up here anyway—and hid your face in his shoulder. you let out everything that had been bothering you over the past year from your shitty friends to your life being turned upside down arachnid-style.

peter could feel it all. his chest hurt not only because your pain that sat there, but because he sympathized and hurt for you as well. he’d be lying if he said his own eyes didn’t get misty as he consoled you.

you’d also be lying if you said it didn’t feel incredibly nice to be in peter’s arms. the trail his hand followed as he rubbed up and down your back was comforting but also made you feel hot. his soft low hums were gentle and made you realize you really liked the sound of his voice. you felt his throat vibrating against your skin through the thin lycra of his suit. you’d been complaining about crappy friends when you had the best person in the world in front of you.

“peter?” you called, voice broken and breaking peter’s heart even further.

“yeah?” he hummed as he looked down at your sad eyes.

“thank you.” your voice sounded so sweet, soft, and innocent and he loved every bit of it.

“of course,” he started with a grin you couldn’t see but could feel, “what are friends for?”

hearing him call himself your friend filled your chest with a pleasant warmth you were sure he was feeling as well. you felt that warmth heat up further when you smiled at him, unsure if that extra heat was from yourself or him.

you dropped your head back down to rest in the junction where his shoulder and neck met and made yourself comfortable there. charlie, madison, and any of your other friends didn’t matter because you had peter and he was more than you could ever need or want.

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harrowharks-iliac-crest · 8 months

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Let's start the next chapter then, I think tomorrow might be one of those days where I don't get to liveblog much (or at all).

Another flashback, to Canaan house, with Ortus.

The skull shows 4. (Chapter 7 showed 6. I reckon, then, it's not related much to the people we see in each chapter, but rather - which type of body magic we will get to see? Or something? I don't have enough data yet to draw up a pattern, unless I wanna go back and catalogue skulls and chapters for GtN.)

(I'm still not ruling that out. For now, we're sticking with Harrow.)

dropping big handfuls of something green and white for people to gingerly crush beneath their feet as they walked under the cracked marble arches of the First House dock. She had realised with a thrill of frugal, exotic horror that it was plant matter.

Right, yeah, you won't see much of that in the dark mining shaft that is the Ninth.

Gideon never mentioned the skeletons in Canaan house being dressed, not that I recall.

“Pray only that my bones be one day interred in the Anastasian monument, where even the ghost of the light does not go,” said Ortus, in front of everybody, like an absolute shit.

Cross-ref time to Gideon:

(Oh, actually the skeletons here are also clothed. Gideon just didn't dwell on it like Harrow did.)

Harrow began: “I pray the tomb is shut forever. I pray the rock is never rolled away…”

Interesting - in Gideon, Harrow says the prayer; in Harrow, Ortus did. Harrow, in Gideon, does not receive a blessing. Ortus does.

Oh, this next bit is different too.

In Gideon the Ninth:

“I will not tell you what you already know,” said the little priest. “I seek only to add context. The Lyctors were not born immortal. They were given eternal life, which is not at all the same thing. Sixteen of them came here a myriad ago, eight adepts and the eight who would later be known as the first cavaliers, and it was here that they ascended...

In Harrow the Ninth:

“Now I will tell you something new, something you are not meant to know: about the First House, and about the research facility. “The base of Canaan House dates back to before the Resurrection. We first built upward, to get away from the sea; then we built outward, to strive toward beauty … This was meant to be the palace of the Kindly Master, where he might work and hold court and live for always, and oversee all the rebuilding that had to be done. For the Resurrection did not resurrect every broken thing, you understand, and nor did it create anything new. There was hard work ahead—fixing, or designing, and it took a great deal of blood and sweat and bone. Yet those were lovely years, happy ones. And that was the time before Lyctors.”

I won't bother copying all of both texts, but they are markedly different. Both are very different pieces of exposition.

This is fascinating.

Someone spoke up—the Fifth woman—and she said, fearlessly and amiably: “Then the path to Lyctorhood is independent research? Gosh! And it isn’t even my birthday.” One of the young people sitting close to the Fifth made a sound like an exhausted balloon squeal.

Oh how I've missed Magnus, Abigail, and the wretched teens. <3

Wow, no, seriously though - this is a completely different scene. A completely different atmosphere. Where in Gideon, Teacher seems jolly, hopeful and kinda clueless - in Harrow, Teacher is warning them of their imminent deaths at the hand of an immortal entity, which sleeps, but can be woken if you are too loud, and can't come up above the laboratories - unless it can, in which case well, guess we're all gonna die.

I canNOT get over how different this feels.

“Harrowhark—I don’t understand why you chose me.” Harrow said, “There was nobody else.” His mask slipped, and not the mask made of alabaster and black paint. Ortus looked at her with his steady dark gaze, and his heavy face flickered; she realised with electrified astonishment that he was exasperated. “You never did possess an imagination,” he said,

This is some kind of clue, I'm sure of it. Does Gideon exist to this Ortus? I almost hope so.

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Journey Through Hex - Chapter 2 (Rough Landing)

Title: Journey Through Hex - Chapter 2 (Rough Landing)

Chapter: 2 / 6

Characters: Zavok, Zazz

Pairing(s): Zavok/Zazz

Warning(s): Mentions of broken bones

Read on Ao3 or under the cut.

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The first thing Zavok felt was the harsh rays of the sun beating down on him ; sweat (or possibly blood) rolling in large droplets down the sides of his face. The scent of dust was strong all around him, but not enough to mask the equally sharp smell of hot metal and smoke. The occasional sound of snapping and crackling electricity also made the red Zeti twitch.

Even with all this stimuli however, it still took him several long minutes to realize that he was, in fact, still alive and not yet pulverized into Zeti puree.

The Deadly Six leader inhaled sharply as he felt consciousness coming back to him. He waited quietly, keeping his eyes closed as he slowly breathed in and out. As sensation returned to his body he became dimly aware of the different aches and pains coursing through it and found himself... Surprisingly underwhelmed. For such a heavy fall it didn't seem like he had sustained more than a few bruises… But there was something else bothering him ; a presence that in his dazed stupor Zavok couldn’t quite identify… If said presence was hostile, then of course opening his eyes and revealing he was conscious was dangerous ; but on the other hand he couldn’t just lie there and wait forever… After a few more seconds of deliberating with himself, the red Zeti finally decided to risk opening one eye and take a peak. His vision was instantly filled with an agitated blur of bright pink. “BOSS!!! YOU’RE ALIVE!!! I got so scared, I thought ya weren’t gonna wake up! I thought the fall got ya!” Oh. Right. “I’m so glad Boss, you have no idea! We-!” “Zazz-! Zazz. Give me a minute…” Zavok groaned as he raised his hand slightly to keep the berserker at bay. While he could appreciate his fellow Zeti’s enthusiasm for his well-being, all the screaming and agitation wasn’t doing much good to his head… He took a moment to collect himself and began sitting up. “Uh, wait Boss, maybe you shouldn’t-” Zazz’s sentence was interrupted by a shriek of agony that resonated through the entire ravine. Zavok shot up and went to grab his leg, but quickly found that it was stuck beneath the Badnik's elbow, which was pushing down hard onto his knee. The pain was blinding. It rippled through his body in shockwaves, making him tremble. He dug his claws into the metal while taking in long, deep, shaky breaths in an attempt to steady his nerves. “I take it, it feels as bad as it looks...” Zazz muttered uneasily. “Yes... Yes it does...” Zavok groaned between gritted teeth. Despite the fall turning the machine into a smoking pile of torn cables and bent metal plates, it seemed like it still got the last laugh in the end- indeed, the Badnik’s arm not only had Zavok’s leg trapped, it was bending it in a way that was definitely not good… “We really gotta get that thing off of ya…” “We do. But I doubt it will be painless, and I doubt I’ll be able to do it myself…” Zavok pressed his hands against the metal to give it a small push, but even the slightest flinch of his muscles caused a stabbing pain throughout his entire leg. “You’ll have to be the one to do it…” the Zeti leader sighed before moving to stop Zazz when the berserker put his hands on the metal, “But keep in mind… I am going to be in a lot of pain while you do this. No matter what I say or do, you have to keep pushing. Am I clear?” Zazz gulped and nodded. He certainly didn't like the sound of that, but they didn't exactly have many other options… The pink Zeti put his back to the Badnik’s arm, took a deep breath ; and began pushing. And just as he had been warned Zavok howled- a horrible, terrible, incredibly painful howl… Zazz had to continue pushing for a few more minutes before finally being able to free his boss’ leg- at which point he glanced at it with both confusion and worry. “Uh… Are knees supposed to bend that way?” “No… And they’re not supposed to be that swollen either…” Zavok groaned. Great. There was no way he’d be able to walk on a leg like that. He’d need a cast, or a splint of some kind before he could even think of standing up. The Deadly Six leader paused and looked around, finally taking the time to take in his surroundings.

As expected they were at the bottom of the ravine, sharp cliff walls climbing so high they disappeared into a thick layer of mist. The orange rock felt warm to the touch, no doubt thanks to the magma flowing underground through the entire biome. There was little greenery and almost no vegetation at all, safe for a few stray branches which were dotted here and there along the rocky cliff- although a clear path of broken and torn stumps could be traced from the top all the way to the ground… And looking over at Zazz, it appeared that he was the cause for this. Twigs and leaves were messily sticking out of his mohawk and, looking closer, it appeared he was also sporting a number of scratches and bruises. But aside from those blemishes, he seemed otherwise fine. Unlike his leader. Looking around some more, Zavok noticed short metal rods sticking out of the wrecked Badnik, as well as bundles of colorful cables spilling out like plastic innards. Right… Maybe not the best suited materials ; but he could certainly make it work with a little bit of creative thinking.

The red Zeti motionned for Zazz to bring him a few metal rods, before grabbing a handful of cables and tearing them out with a loud SNAP. "What're ya gonna do with those?" Zazz questioned with a puzzled look on his face as he handed his leader the metal rods. “I need to straighten out my leg…”, Zavok explained as he set the set the rods on either side of his leg and slipped the cables around them, “And if I can just tie this tightly enough-” He gave the knot of cables a strong pull- and let out another howl of pain as it shifted his bones back into place. He groaned and gritted his teeth as Zazz looked at him with a mix of worry and surprise ; but took a deep breath and carried on tying a second knot. Then a third, a fourth ; adding several to make sure his contraption would hold up as he walked. Still doing so was incredibly painful, leading Zavok to take a break for several minutes afterwards as he huffed and groaned. Zazz meanwhile couldn't help but be impressed by his leader's calm and level-headedness in the face of hardships- and, well... Pain. The berserker could take hits during a fight of course ; but as soon as the distraction and adrenaline rush were over things became a lot more difficult... The last time he broke something (a finger, if he recalled correctly), it took the combined strength of both Zomom and Zeena to tackle him to the ground and hold him in place so Master Zik could apply the splint to his pinky. So for Zavok to tackle the pain head on and figure out how to patch himself up despite their situation... To Zazz it was all the more admirable. “So, you sure you’re gonna be able to walk with that?” Zazz asked, holding out his hand. “It's either that or spend the rest of my days at the bottom of a ravine.” Zavok replied as he grabbed on and hoisted himself up slowly. He balanced on his one good leg, sticking a metal rod he hadn’t used for his splint into the ground to aid himself. He was still in pain but at the very least the contraption made moving around much more bearable. Still, looking up at the cliffs and the thick layer of mist above, it was clear climbing up the jagged edges wasn’t an option… “So… What now? Should I try climb up? Or d’ya think the others’ll come get us?” “They won’t. Or rather they can’t…” Zavok shifted a little, trying to get more comfortable. “No one can reach us down here. Master Zik’s powers of levitation may be formidable, but we would need to be close-by to be picked up. Zor’s shadows, too, would be useless here ; they couldn’t climb down or survive the fall. As deep as Zomom can dig, unfortunately I think this cliff is far too deep, even for him. And all of our mechs are still undergoing repairs in Frozen Factory, so unless Zeena can accomplish several months-worth of work in just a few hours, they won’t be an option either.” He paused briefly, wiping the sweat from his brow. “As for climbing, I would recommend against it. The volcanic rock is sharp ; you’ll only manage to tear up your hands if you try.” Zazz seemed disheartened by Zavok’s explanation. “Ya really thought about everything huh…” “It’s my duty as leader.” the red Zeti simply responded. The berserker sighed softly. He looked around briefly before his eyes landed on the winding path ahead. He glanced back at Zavok, who simply nodded at him. “We can only go forward. At least this way we have a chance of finding a safer place to climb out, or maybe even be rescued..” The red Zeti took a confident step forward- only to find his body wasn't quite ready to walk unassisted just yet. He stumbled awkwardly for a brief moment but soon felt Zazz slip under his arm to support him, with his shoulders propping up his elbow and alleviating most of the weight. "We better get outta here fast then, cause now I'm itchin’ to bust up some more Badniks!"

Zavok couldn’t help but let out a gentle chuckle at his companion’s renewed enthusiasm. He readjusted his arm’s position slightly, poked at the ground with his improvised cane a few times to find the right footing and began taking slow, steady steps.

“Good, in that case let's get going. We better find shelter before nightfall…”

Zazz nodded excitedly and followed closely as he tried his best to match his leader’s footsteps.

Above them the sun had just begun to dip. The sky was still blue, but light tinges of orange and pink lapped at the horizon. A light cover of clouds was forming, chilling the air just enough to be noticeable.

As the pair trailed on through the dusty, rocky landscape ; advancing with a slow but steady pace into the depths of the ravine ; online a few hours of sunlight remained before them.

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