#Seige Drift
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For Day 1 of Dritchet Week 2022: Hungry and Pain
||(Day 2)||(Day 3)||(Last Day)
Siege Ratchlock. After two bots beat the hell out of Drift he meets a kind mech with a kond touch. A touch that will leave him with a hunger he can't fill.
The Dead End, damp, cold, unyielding and cruel to all of it's citizens. Old bots or new, here not even the light of the sun would give it's people hope.
Drift was a straggler, whatever whites he had were long soild. The aches, damage, pain on his frame have long pass the point of background static. Walking with no direction, walking because it made time move forward faster. Because it was harder than to let his thoughts take over.
"Like that one." An enforcer voice clip rang in Drift's microphone. "You there, we're investigating this rumor and would like your cooperation." They speed up to catch up to him.
Drift keeps walking, he stop caring a long time ago about bots trying to talk to him. "There's talk of a medic running an unauthorized medical center here in Dead End. Have you any information?"
"No." Primus, what kind of idiot would build a hospital here. They're just going to get their supplies stolen. That's not including whatever gang leader plan for them.
"Maybe we ought to smoke him out." The other bot following him to his left said. "Obviously these low lifes ain't gonna to tells us where their biggest hit will come from."
They push Drift to the ground, one of the microphones in his finals blew out. The metal crack in half, and one of the enforcers bent in his armor inwards. The exhaust goes up his throat, the fine grounded energon leave his mouth full of grit. The bands on in his engine snap, and it starts to click as the first warning of his system about to dying.
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There was a touch...
It was gentle, kind, coaxing him to wake up. Then a soft light enters his vision, too blurry to figure out where he is. Nothing really but a nice cyan blue against a faint gold aura. Drift didn't want to get up. You think being dead wouldn't hurt this much. Or even that you get to sleep in more but no, guess the universe doesn't work like that.
"Come on...", a voice came from the left side of his frame spoke. It too was soft, even though the it was on the lower register. "I know it hurts but please wake up." Melodic, cooing at his mic, making the fins flutter. However, it also carried a sorrow to it. As if it already knows that Drift has past away.
That soft touch turns into a gentle caress. It first pinches his dulled claws, then it moves to hold his hand. It feels so good that when it tries to move away Drift tightens around the retreating hand and pulls them closer. "Not yet..." Drift couldn't recognize his own voice. There was too much static, flipping through to many different stations to try to sound coherent. "Just a few more seconds..." he tries to plead with the kind touch.
Drift is not too sure about how he wakes up. All he sees is that bright cyan turn into a handsome face with the most divine smile. He can feel his intake start to go dry, and a hunger he's never known form. The way the other mech's field intermingled with his, relief joy and pride. It was all so beautiful and that's when he knows that he could never be full again, not without that wonderful field around him.
He finally opens his eyes and really looks back at the mech. "Oh thank Goodness." The mostly white bot squeezes their hands. "Your alright." His grey faceplate stopped worrying showing his true beauty.
"Yeah... I guess I am." How could either of them know that Ratchet would doom him completely.
#transformers#ratchet#transformers seige#transformers war for cybertron#transformers wfc#transformers wfc seige#Seige Drift#Seige Deadlock#fanfic#maccadam#ratchlock#dratchet week#dritchet#DRAtchet week 2022#this is hella late
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Happy birthday to Spartan Alice-130!
Today is her -488th birthday!
Alice was not traumatized by her SPARTAN-II training--even as a child, she saw it as a welcome challenge. However, her body rejected the augmentations, leaving her incapacitated with the other "washouts" who survived but could not press on. She underwent rehabilitation, and was able to return to active duty. She was assigned to Red Team with Douglass-42 and Jerome-92--two other washouts.
Alice was deployed to Arcadia with Red Team to intervene in a Covenant seige. Afterward, Red Team joined the crew of the Spirit of Fire, where they were sent to the ruins of Harvest to investigate a Covenant dig site.
The relics at Harvest pointed them and the Covenant to the Forerunner shield world Trove (called Etran Harborage by the Forerunners). They mobilized to stop Arbiter Ripa 'Moramee and the Prophet of Regret from activating the Forerunner dreadnoughts contained within, and to save Professor Ellen Anders, who had been captured by 'Moramee.
In 2559, Alice and the rest of the crew were awakened, having been pulled into slipspace to the Ark. It was there that they learned of the threat of the Banished when Atriox confronted Red Team. After that, the mission changed to stop Atriox's forces on the Ark. Alice would help thin out the Banished presence on the Ark, while allowing Professor Anders to send a distress beacon to the UNSC. As of recent canon, she remains on the Ark.
The engagement on Trove was successful, but it would cost them the Spirit of Fire's slipspace drive. Without being able to enter slipspace, the Spirit of Fire's crew--including Alice--were put in cryosleep while the ship drifted, waiting for rescue.
In canon (~2560), she is turning 49!
I'm also including this pic implying that Alice is about to absolutely rock these Unggoys' shit with her bare hands bc??? Jfc girl.
#is this not the pepe meme with the spilled mcdonalds?#alice-130#spartan II#halo wars#spartan red team
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I'll be honest, it was a lot of rereads this year because 1) I love rereading favs and 2) so many of the new books I read this year were just eh.
Total list with ratings below:
Wise Gals: The Spies Who Built the CIA and Changed the Future of Espionage by Nathalia Holt ⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Maid by Nita Prose ⭐️⭐️
Book Lovers by Emily Henry ⭐️⭐️
Hidden Pictures by Jason Rekulak ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Agent Josephine: American Beauty, French Beauty, British Spy by Damien Lewis ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Carry On by Rainbow Rowell ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Wayward Son by Rainbow Rowell ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Any Way the Wind Blows by Rainbow Rowell ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Pallbearer’s Club by Paul Tremblay ⭐️⭐️
Harry Potter and the Art of Spying by Lynn M. Boughey ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Golden Boys by Phil Stamper ⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Honeys by Ryan La Sala ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Lessons in Chemistry by Bonnie Garmus ⭐️⭐️⭐️
The 99 Boyfriends of Micah Summers by Adam Sass ⭐️
Teen Titans: Beast Boy Loves Raven by Kami Garcia and Gabriel Picolo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Teen Titans: Robin by Kami Garcia and Gabriel Picolo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Bad Gays: a Homosexual History by Huw Lemmey and Ben Miller ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
My Dearest Darkest by Kayla Cottingham ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Killers of a Certain Age by Deanna Raybourn ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Woman in the Window by A. J. Finn ⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Summer I Turned Pretty by Jenny Han ⭐️⭐️
It’s Not Summer Without You by Jenny Han ⭐️⭐️
We’ll Always Have Summer by Jenny Han ⭐️⭐️
Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Seige and Storm by Leigh Bardugo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Rise and Ruin by Leigh Bardugo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Everyone in My Family has Killed Someone by Benjamin Stevenson ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Rogues: True Stories of Grifters, Killers, Rebels, and Crooks by Patrick Raddon Keefe ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Dead End Girls by Wendy Heard ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Bravely by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Afterglow by Phil Stamper ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Good Girl, Bad Blood by Holly Jackson ⭐️⭐️⭐️
As Good as Dead by Holly Jackson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Monster’s Bones: The Discovery of T. Rex and How It Shook Our World by David K. Randall ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Five Survive by Holly Jackson ⭐️⭐️
Spell Bound by F.T. Lukens ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Murder Your Employer: The McMasters Guide to Homicide by Rupert Holmes ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Queer Principles of Kit Webb by Cat Sebastian ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
King of Scars by Leigh Bardugo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Fake Dates and Mooncakes by Sher Lee ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Carry On by Rainbow Rowell ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Wayward Son by Rainbow Rowell ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Any Way the Wind Blows by Rainbow Rowell ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
We Could Be So Good by Cat Sebastian ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
All the Crooked Saints by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
When Brooklyn was Queer by Hugh Ryan ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Final Girl Support Group by Grady Hendrix ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Something Wild and Wonderful by Anita Kelly ⭐️⭐️
Rule of Wolves by Leigh Bardugo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Real Queer America: LGBT Stories from Red States by Samantha Allen ⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Only One Left by Riley Sager ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Dream Thieves by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Blue Lily, Lily Blue by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Raven King by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Opal by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
So This is Ever After by F.T. Lukens ⭐️⭐️⭐️
One of Us is Lying by Karen M. McManus ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
One of Us is Next by Karen M. McManus ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
One of Us is Back by Karen M. McManus ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Liar City by Allie Therin ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
In Deeper Waters by F.T. Lukens ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Red White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Summer Sons by Lee Mandelo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The World Without Us by Alan Weisman ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Entangled Life by Merlin Sheldrake ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Seriously, Murder? by Monica Hoopes ⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Awakening by Kate Chopin ⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Drift by C. J. Tudor ⭐️⭐️
Scones and Scofflaws by Jane Gorman ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Two Boys Kissing by David Levithan ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Under the Whispering Door by TJ Klune ⭐️⭐️
The Salt Grows Heavy by Cassandra Khaw ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Ten Things That Never Happened by Alexis Hall ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Wolfsong by TJ Klune ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Funny You Should Ask by Elissa Sussman ⭐️⭐️
How to Sell a Haunted House by Grady Hendrix ⭐️⭐️
Small Favors by Erin A. Craig ⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Foxhole Court by Nora Sakavic ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Raven King by Nora Sakavic ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
All the King’s Men by Nora Sakavic ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Christine by Stephen King ⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Male Gazed by Manuel Betancourt ⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Haunting of Alejandra by V. Castro ⭐️⭐️
Hemlock Island by Kelley Armstrong ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Truly Devious by Maureen Johnson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Vanishing Stair by Maureen Johnson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Hand on the Wall by Maureen Johnson ⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Box in the Woods by Maureen Johnson ⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Nine by Maureen Johnson ⭐️⭐️
The Iliad by Homer, translated by Emily Wilson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Art Thief by Michael Finkel ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Children on the Hill by Jennifer McMahon ⭐️⭐️
Nettle & Bone by T. Kingfisher ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Gwen and Art are Not in Love by Lex Croucher ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
When Crack was King by Donovan X. Ramsey ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Slippery Creatures by K. J. Charles ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Sugared Game by K. J. Charles ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Subtle Blood by K. J. Charles ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Monsters by Claire Dederer ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Allergic by Theresa McPhail ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
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「⋆⁺ ☽ Masterpost & Directory ☾⋆⁺」
𖤓My Girlys
The big 4 Sonas:
Rhea Nataō // Bustafellows
A naive young girl who left her small town & country in pursuit of a more glamorous life is New Seig, only to be stuck working a 9 to 5 waitressing gig at a local dinner. She lives her life chasing any high that catches her fancy taking only short breaks to have a cigarette.
Pairing: Shu
Tags: #/RheasIpodSelfies #RheaRambles
Links: to be added…
Pearl Margo // Our Life B&A
A girls whose energy matches the sunny sky’s of her hometown Sunset Bird, good luck getting a word in talking to her. With a passion for art and the beach she drifts along in life happily like a jellyfish in the ocean.
Pairing: Baxter Ward
Tags: #/PearlsArtpad #/PearlPrechings
Links: to be added…
Annika Fraus // Tsukipro
An annoying and bratty young Film Grip who’s words and true thoughts never align. Some say she’s makes it trough life trough spite alone but there’s kinder and soft side hidden under her scowl.
Paring: Ichiru kuga
Tags: #AnnikasHeadshots #AnnikaNotes
Link: to be added…
Yoi // Akatsuki no Yona
Pairing: Jaeha
Tags: #YoiArt #YoiThoughts
Links: to be added
Forgotten Realms/Baldurs Gate 3:
For Reference on why I don’t have many Dnd PCs it’s because I normally DM…
Areo // Bg3 Tav
A Drow Wizard and Cleric of Eilistraee from Menzoberranzan with a complicated god complex and even more complicated mommy issues. After spending most of her life in a tower with no contact with the outside words her hunger for life Carry’s her trough.
Pairing: Astarion
Tags: #/AreosShrine #/AreoSpellbook
Links: to be added…
Twix // Bg3 Durge
After waking up with no memory’s and plagued by demented imagery and urges she pushed trough life with kindness and a sense of repentance. The sight of blood alone makes her stomach sick and she can only dream of a simple peaceful life in the future.
Pairing: Gale
Tags: #/TwixsFragments #TwixArchive
Links: to be added…
Bueno // Bg3 Tav
To be added…
Cad burry // Dnd Npc
To be added…
Snick ker // Dnd Pc
To be added…
Mars // Dnd Pc
To be added…
Anime/movies/books:
To be added…
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Grandrath and its Cities
Grandrath, the empire that Cadmus rules ((ooc: which is why Cadmus is often referred to as g!cadmus)), is very new. Cadmus began building it very recently, inviting many refugees from far-away wars to live there.
The capitol city of Grandrath is called “Silvertip”. There is the main city, which is mostly used for trading and is where cadmus resides. Most trading happens under the mountain, but as Silvertip was originally designed as a stronghold against a seige, there is plenty of residential and farming space.
Very close to Silvertip is the town of “Fairmount”, which began as an iron mining town “Ferrmount” but due to linguistic drift and inside jokes, shifted to its current name. Fairmount is a suspended village around a ravine, and has a resident enchanter who lives in a wizard tower right outside of town.
Down the road from Fairmount is the town of “Fieldview”, which is primarily a farming village who also houses one of the larger taverns in the area. Fieldview is also home to a very famous smithy and jewelsmith, and as such receives a lot of material from Fairmount.
There is planning to reconstruct the fallen town of Caspen, which fell to raiders many years ago. It’s slow going, sadly, as the village was constructed on very unstable land.
#grandrath#ooc#urban planning#i'll probably update this as i create more cities#and maybe pictures as well!#im making a separate post for things like trade and symbols and culture#and also probably a separate post for other monuments like nether features the spawn project the soul whale and the ocean temple#OMG AND OLD BUILDS.... my littol cabin..... the sandstone temple.....#omg i forgot about those
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•The Seige of Baxter 3rd by theartsyluna, December 28th, 2022•
And as the song harmonizing with my urge to spill the light from my aorta fills my veins,
I can’t help but feel the need to dance in a way that my body can’t allow,
A way where my bones would snap and my tendons would tear,
But would somehow just feel free,
A way which could describe the apathy im feeling,
A way to show them,
Yet I’m told there’s no shame in sleeping later,
No shame in sleeping more,
So I close my eyes,
And drift away,
~The Seige of Baxter 3rd is a poem heavily inspired by the song Baxter 3rd is Under Fucking Seige by Penelope Scott. It describes the way I want to move my body, to physically express my pain, to do more than I can to show my mental illness.~
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I just want to let you all know I read the ship name as mega oop.
#transformers#optimus prime#megatron#megatron/optimus prime#megaop#megaoop#transformers idw#transformers prime#tfp#transformers earthrise#earthrise#transformers seige#transformers starscream#transformers ratchet#transformers bumblebee#transformers drift
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Would ya look at that! Iss a captain x reader fanfic!
Pairing: Captain X Reader
Genre: Angsty Fluff (Prepare to cry in a good way)
Fandom: Tankmen
AN: ignore the misspells its 2am
TW: A lot of swearing. Yea.
Why tf am I doing this
Anyway just stargazing fluff w captain. I fucking hate my life. I didn’t wanna finish the end lol so suck my cliffhanger dick.
You always had a hard time sleeping since you joined the army. You always had so much to think about. Recent encounters with the enemy, philosophical paradoxes, and… the douche that was captain. You’d go to the gym to exercise your thoughts away, but you decided, fuck it. You went up to the roof of the building, gazing up at the sky. One of the only things that stayed the same throughout the chaos that is war. A clear night sky was quite rare! You looked up at the stars, trying to distract yourself. From everything. The pain of war, the meaning of life, and your past struggles with love. You had quite a few encounters with the latter emotion, and none served you well. But here you were again. You were just another run of the mill soldier. How could you even have a chance with goddamn CAPTAIN of all people. All the thoughts were just too much. So much shit was flooding your head at once, because all the thoughts you suppressed just came flooding back to you all at once. So like any normal person, you went as far away from the dorms as possible, and started fucking screaming. About everything. Venting to whatever god was up there, begging it to have mercy. As you took another little break to sob, you heard heavy footsteps up the metal stairs. Fuck. Who’d you piss off this time? You hid behind a duct opening and prayed to Christ that it was Steve. All the other soldiers would fuckin kill your ass, so would Ted, and well, the worst case scenario- you couldn’t even complete the thought as the aforementioned worst case scenario started talking. Whelp, I guess the duct wasn’t the best place to hide. There you were curled up in a ball, ready to get a right scolding for waking up captain himself. But what he said next was enough to reinduce the sorry state you were in before having to hide with bated breath. “Are you ok, kiddo?” Two years ago. The last time you were asked that question, just before you joined this fucking shithole of an army. And here you were. Crying like a baby, as captain tried desperately to check you for injuries. “I heard you screaming like a fucking sissy, you good man?” In a desperate attempt to get you to cheer up, he was just throwing insults in a panic. Steve once told him that ya probably shouldn’t insult an injured person, and told him to first ask this, if there was any distress. “Mental, or physical pain? Do I need to take you to the infirmary? Should I carry you?” Panic is an understatement. You were ofc having a mental breakdown on the floor screaming “I DONT EVEN KNOW ANYMORE!” He didn’t know what to do, so, he asked a simple question. One his mom asked him whenever he cried. “Do you want a hug?” As those words came out of his mouth, you tackled him in a hug, pushing both of you onto the ground. Still trying his best not to upset you more, he started to pat you on the head, trying to calm you down. Feeling completely and utterly useless and weak. Infront of your crush? What luck. You felt utter despair. He’d never like you in this state. At that moment you realized just how sus this was. Yikes. You. Were. Cuddling. With. CAPTAIN! As you continued to drift into despair, Captain, in the most awkward tone you have ever heard, said “uhhhh, y-ya like stargazin?” “Kinda, yea…” You try to look up at the stars, trying to gain control over all your thoughts. The moon. The stars. The Big Dipper. Orion’s Belt. Andromeda. You felt an invisible weight on your back lift gradually, as you mumble out a tired “Thank you so much, sir. For calming my stupid ass down.”
“Well, ya damn near woke everyone up so it was probably best that I calm you down.” “Yea. Sorry for the trouble sir.”
“Wanna talk about it? Or would you like to simply sit in silence.” He took your silence as an affirmation for the latter. Minutes later, you asked John, “how about you, ya like stargazing?-Ah shit crap sorry, shouldn’t be that informal, sir“ “You using me as a pillow is informal enough, but I guess I’ll let it slide since you literally just had a mental breakdown right infront of me. … about stargazing, I never really had time for it. Ya know, army business.” “Want me to show you some constellations?” As you pointed out the stars, all your worries melted away. Having laughs about the constellations he guessed wrong. Time passes fast when you have fun. You checked your watch. 3am. As you laid on his chest, you started feeling quite sleepy. As you fell asleep, you mumbled a near inaudible “I kinda… like you…” Little did you know, Captain was wide awake.
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You woke up to someone shaking you violently. Gunshots can be heard in the distance. “HEY MAN, WAKE UP, WE’RE AT FUCKING WAR. FUCKING SURPRISE ATTACKS! THEY'VE SEIGED THE BASE, SOME GOT IN. HEY YOU WITH ME, KIDDO?” You vision starts blurring. You can feel Captain hoist you up onto his shoulder.
“INCASE I DIE, JUST KNOW THAT I FEEL THE SAME WAY. YOUR COURAGE AS A SOLDIER IS NEAR THE SAME SIZE AS MY MAGNUM DONG. IVE SEEN YOU OUT THERE, YA FEARLESS FUCKO! RUN OF THE MILL SOLDIER MY ASS. NOW LETS GO BEFORE WE GET FUCKING BLASTED!”
With each step he took the black spots in your vision spread, until…
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Love Letters
Shigaraki x Yandere!F!Reader
Warnings: fluff?, masturbation, yandere tendencies, smut, blowjobs
A/N: I came up with this idea while working so enjoy.
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Dear Shigaraki,
I saw you on the news! You attacked the UA students and even managed to kidnap one of them! You are such a great leader for your plan to succeed! What am i saying? Your always a great leader! I can’t stop thinking about you, your so beautiful! I can’t wait to show my face to you! Once i do that then we can be together forever!
~Sincerely your secret admirer
Shigaraki looked at the paper in front of him, anger boiling up in him as he burst through his door and straight into the bar.
“Who the fuck gave me this?!” He slammed the paper down on the bar top startling Kurogiri.
“What is that boss?” Toga asked as she skipped towards the paper grabbing it from the counter.
“Oh my god boss! You have a secret admirer! How romantic!” Toga squealed as she jumped up and down.
“I’m serious! Tell me who did it!” Shigaraki yelled while his cheeks grew a faint pink, but was thankfully father hid it.
“I didn’t even though I wish I did, it must be real.” Dabi laughed, thinking how funny it would be to actually do that but it was even funnier to think someone had a crush on his crusty boss.
Shigaraki growled as he walked away and slammed his door behind him. He took off father and sat on his bed. He took one deep breathe before getting lost in his own thoughts.
Did someone actually like him? Someone found he attractive? Whats even better is they thought he was a good leader, a great one at that!
Shigaraki growled before grabbing his pillow and screaming into it. What was he thinking? It was obviously a trick.
Shigaraki sighed before laying on his bed soon drifting asleep.
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Dear Shigaraki,
I saw you on your way to game-stop today! You chose Rainbow Six Seige if im correct. You must be really good a video games if you chose that one! Well your good at everything so why would that silly game be any different? I hope you don’t mind that i took some pictures of you, i can’t help but look at you whenever im sad. Oh i just can’t wait to be with you! I’ll do anything you want me to! Cook, clean, pleasure, I’d do anything!
~Sincerely your secret admirer.
Shigaraki held onto the letter once more looking at the last sentence. Pleasure? His face turned red at the quick thought of someone sucking his cock. A shiver ran down his spine before he straighten himself up on his gaming chair in his room.
He opened the envelope more only to yelp when a pair of black lace panties fell out of it landing on his lap.
Shigaraki’s face was red as a tomato as he picked up the under with two fingers. His eyes wide as he stared at the panties, still surprised at the fact that this was happening. He brought the lace closer to his face to get a better look at it when your scent hit his nose. His cock slowly became hard at the thought of whoever owned these riding him.
He looked at his door seeing if he locked it. He did. Once the confirmation came he slowly unbuttoned his pants letting his semi-hard member pop out.
His hand slowly grabbed his cock with four fingers, starting to pump up and down. Imagining fantasies that only would be seen in porno’s.
He was going to be in his room for awhile.
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Dear Shigaraki,
I hope you liked the gift I gave you! Well of course you did since you used it to get off! I can’t help but get all bothered by the thought of you using them for your own desires! I knew your cock was huge but seeing it actually through your window last night was awesome! I hope you don’t mind that i took pictures of you again. I just couldn’t help it! If you want to meet anytime soon just meet me at gamestop tomorrow! I’ll wait for as long as you want!
~Sincerely your secret admirer
Shigaraki’s mouth dropped. You saw him masturbating?! Where could you see him from?! He looked out the cracked window which was covered by curtains, but a small opening at the bottom made for a little peep hole.
He moved the curtains back and looked at the window edge, finger prints showed up on the dirt outside his window. His heart thumped in his chest. You knew where he lived, you saw him masturbating, you even sent him panties!
He had to meet you. He couldn’t even begin to think what would happen if he met you! Would it be a sick joke, or would it be real? He would never know unless he didn’t meet you...
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The Next Day
Shigaraki walked past the game-stop looking for someone who might represent you, well from his fantasies.
He walked around the store looking high and low for his mysterious admirer. His attitude was slowly getting sour as he couldn’t seem to find you. Grumbling under his breath thinking this was all some sort of joke he went to leave the store only to be pulled into a broom closet.
“What the he-” He stopped when he saw you. You wore a game-stop uniform.
“Ah! I can’t believe you came! I’m so happy!” You laughed before pouncing on Shigaraki.
“I know this isn’t the most sexy outfit but i promise that underneath this is something more eye catching!” You said as you begun to unbutton your uniform. Throwing off your shirt.
Shigaraki just sat there looking at you. You straddled his thighs while a smile was etched into your face. His face red as you were now only in a lingerie that you had obviously wore for this exact day.
“Do you like it? I bought it just for you!” Before he could even speak you had planted your lips onto his causing him to jump a bit and put eight fingers on your hips.
You took this as a sign to continue so you begin to grind against his crotch. Moving your hands into his shaggy blue hair.
Shigaraki shivered under you. The feeling of this was something entirely new to him. His heart swelled as you looked at him like he was your savoir gave his ego the biggest boost. Not that he’d ever tell you.
“Oh we’re going to have so much fun together! Just think about it! It’s so hot that i could lose my job over fucking my boyfriend in a broom closet.
Okay, hold the phone
“Y-your gonna fuck me?” Shigaraki’s voice stuttered. Was this really happening? Was he finally gonna get laid?
“Oh of course! I wore this just for you because of it!” You held the same smile the entire time. Your fingers dancing down Shigaraki’s chest then right above his pants.
“Well these need to go.” You said before unbuttoning it and shimmying it down to his ankles. You squeal before lowering your head so the your face was close to his crotch.
“Wow! It’s so much bigger up close!” You laugh before tugging his boxers down to expose Shigaraki’s erection.
“Uh..hey I um-ECK!” Shigaraki could finish his words before your hot mouth got to work. He clawed at the floor underneath him as he panted at the new and raw pleasure he was receiving. The way your lips moved along his cock and how your tongue would roll along the underside had his head spinning.
“I’m...I’m...” He couldn’t process the words as the pleasure was to much. Before he knew it he let out a gasp and felt ropes of cum shooting into your mouth. You let go of his cock making an audible pop. Cum drizzling down your chin as you slowly swallowed all of it before licking up the rest on your chin.
“Please can i have some more! You taste so delicious!” You whined at Shigaraki who was still coming down from his high. He didn’t get the chance to answer AGAIN before you made your way to work on his cock once more, kissing the base and fondling his balls.
“Aw shit...” Shigaraki lost his control when he looked down and saw you sucking him like your life depended on it. He grabbed a fist full of your hair before shoving you down to swallow his cock whole.
HE showed no mercy and begun to face-fuck you. Each thrust making himself deeper into pleasure. BUt what sent him over the edge was when he saw you holding his thighs as drool dribbled from the side of your chin and tears stained your cheeks. He held you face to his crotch making you swallow his load one last time.
He let go of your hair and plopped moved his hands to his side where he just sat there trying to calm down. His body shivering as he replayed the events over and over again.
“Oh thank you Tomu! But were not done yet! I want more!” You giggle before plopping yourself on his lap once more. You looked him right in the eyes as you begun to take off the rest of your clothes.
Shigaraki’s eyes grew wide when he saw you completely naked. Your breasts pushed up against his chest as you placed your cunt over his semi hard cock.
He held your hips trying to signal you that he wasn’t ready yet, but you took that as a sign to keep going and before he could catch his breath he was hit with the overwhelming feeling of being deep inside you. A moan left shigaraki’s lips as he wrapped his lanky arms around you.
You put your hands on his shoulders and begun to bounce up and down on his cock. Your lips going to his lips once more, hungrily trying to gain entrance which Shigaraki gave immediately. His hands begun to get more brave as his hands traveled around your body squeezing parts of you to see what would get a reaction out of you. Once he reached your breast you let out a moan that made Shigaraki get more confident in his moves.
His hips now started to thrust up to meet yours as tears formed in his eyes at this new found pleasure. Soon enough you didn’t even have to do the job anymore, Shigaraki was holding onto you not ever wanting to let go as he jack-hammered your cunt over and over again. Too lost in pleasure to slow down.
“I love you so much Shigaraki! you love me back don’t you?” Your voice grew sinister at the end, saying that their wasn’t room for a no answer.
“Yes! Yes! I’m all yours okay!” Shigaraki moaned out as he kept on pounding into you. His pants were music to your ears as you started to bite his neck while he thrusted into you.
“Mine mine mine mine.” You repeated over and over into his ear causing Shigaraki to jerk and hit a spot inside you that made you see stars.
Shigaraki pleased with your reaction begun to pound that specific spot without mercy. Your pants and whines filled his ears before he felt your nails dig into his back as you cummed all over his cock. The feeling of your walls tightening around him had him pushed over the edge. His cum shooting into the deepest parts inside you.
Both you guys were a sweating mess as you clung to one another. Shigaraki’s whole body shaking as you smiled pecking his scared neck with loving kisses.
“It’s so nice to finally be together.” You said sweetly. You pushed your lips to his just attempting at a sweet kiss. Shigaraki followed your lead he sighed feeling your give his scalp a little massage.
“Can we go for round two? That was to much fun! Pretty please!” You whined into his ear. At this point he felt like you were going to drain him dry.
“I don’t think i can handle another round...your drained me dry...”Shigaraki said as he rubbed circles on your hips, breathing heavily.
“Fine i guess.” You said crossing your arms and pouting.
“But yo have to take me home with you! That’s what boyfriends do after all!” He swore you ere going to be the death of him.
#tomura shigaraki#mha tomura#tomura shiragaki#shigaraki tomura#shigaraki x y/n#mha shigaraki#Shigaraki#mha#bnha smut#tomura shigaraki smut#tomura shigaraki x reader#yandere reader insert#yandere reader x shigaraki
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MTMTE!Megatron with a ghost human girl(10-13)? As in she was killed by his orders but doesn't hold grunge agaisnt him bc her life sucked anyways? She looks like how she died:eyeless with blood dripping from eyes,some bruises,bloody n dirty clothing, wild messy hair, really calm and always a calm smile. Reactions from him,Ratchet,Drift and Rung?
Megatron
🔫 When he first sees the ghost is startles him, as he thinks a human has somehow snuck on board.
🔫 Upon further inspection he sees that the human is a child and seems to be bleeding, he freezes, not sure what to do before he tries to tell her in a calm voice that he will get one of the medics.
🔫 When she responds that she's already dead he freezes again, and when she reaches out he pulls back. When her hand goes through him he realizes what she is.
🔫 When she informs him that he had killed her a few years ago in his seige on Earth his optics go wide. Upon hearing her say that she forgives him for it and doesn't hold it against he's in complete disbelief.
🔫 Once she's gone he goes back to his habsuite. He has... a lot to think about. He doesn't sleep that night.
Ratchet
🚑 He also gets a bit startled upon seeing something small run across the floor.
🚑 When he notices it seems to be a human kid he's super confused. How the hell did a human child manage to get on this ship?
🚑 When he notices she seems to be hurt he starts to walk towards her, telling her everything is alright and that he's a doctor and can help.
🚑 When his hand goes through her and she smiles and disappears he just sits there for a moment in complete disbelief.
🚑 He sighs, thinking all of Drift's talk is getting to him and thinks he should probably go take nap.
Drift
🗡️ As soon as he sees something run across the floor he investigates. He follows the trail of where it ran too with a servo on his sword.
🗡️ When he sees a human he relaxes his servo but doesn't move it and asks who they are and how they got on the ship.
🗡️ When she answers that she's one of Megatron's victims his mouth hangs open and he immediately removes his servo from his sword.
🗡️ He apologies to the girl, telling her he's sorry for what the Decepticons did to Earth, and offers to help lay her to rest.
🗡️ He can't promise revenge for her, but he still wants to help her be able to pass on. He'll try to do whatever he can to help her find that peace.
Rung
📝 He gets a little scared when he sees someone run by his office. It's around the time where everyone is either recharging or at Swerve's.
📝 He peeks out, looking for whoever is running around and gasps when he sees a human standing at the end of the hallway.
📝 He calls out in a calm, gentle voice, assuring her that he isn't going to hurt her and asking how she got here.
📝 When he gets close enough to see she's injured he starts to pick her up in a panic, telling her he'll get her some help.
📝 When his servo goes through her she smiles and says it's ok before disappearing. He hightails it back to his office and closes the door. He didn't expect ghosts on this journey, but with everything else that's happened, this may as well happen too.
#Transformers#Megatron#Ratchet#Drift#Rung#idw#my writing#headcanons#asks#shadowyknightbeargoth#blood mention#injury mention#death mention#child death mention#ghosts#child death#death#blood#injury#angst
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Shadow and Bone Trilogy Book Review
Long, rambling, sometimes-capslock thoughts on the Shadow and Bone trilogy, having just a couple of hours ago finished reading the trilogy of Shadow and Bone, Seige and Storm and Ruin and Rising.
MALYEN ORETSEV IS TOO PURE FOR THIS WORLD AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL.
Fair warning: Major spoilers for the whole series and ending, entire focus on Mal/Alina 😅 I apologise for nothing.
I THINK THIS MIGHT BE THE FIRST TIME I’VE EXPERIENCED A SHIP I REALLY LOVE HAVE A HAPPY ENDING. Hooooooly shit. It feels good.
😭😭😭
Leigh Bardugo really served up everything I want to see! Give me all the tropes! All the angst! All the longing! AND with a happy ending?! *chef’s kiss*
I’m shook.
It feels amazing that for once in my life, something I ship has finally finished front and centre and I am absolutely here for it!
So let’s first clarify that I went in to the books just after finishing S1 of the Netflix show, already head over heels in love with Mal/Alina and rooting for them the whole way through. They are the reason I read the books. In the stories that I enjoy, I value love above all other aspects of the story; it’s just who I am.
The Pain of Siege and Storm
I admit, about 50% of this trilogy and the majority of Book 2 and early Book 3 was me in pain just wondering why they couldn’t be together and why they kept pushing each other away. Book 2 was an emotional rollercoaster ngl. I was frustrated that they spent so much time being miserable around eachother but were never allowed to be happy or give in to their feelings? They are best friends. Mal wants to support her. LET HIM SUPPORT HER. Let her confide in him and find comfort in him.
Endgame? Not Endgame?
This went on in a similar vein for some time and towards the end of Book 3, I was getting increasingly worried they weren’t endgame and this was indeed all leading up to Mal ultimately sacrificing himself... which obviously did happen...
But when Alina says “Bring him back to me.”, I just thought “THANK YOU. VINDICATION. THIS IS WHAT HAPPINESS FEELS LIKE.” and I knew we were home and dry and my god it felt good.
But I was so happy with the ending. It’s exactly what I wanted to happen, though I didn’t expect it... AND THEN IT HAPPENED. For them to go back to how they were and live the rest of their days in quiet happiness. Neither of them asked for this. They just belonged with eachother.
The last line of the book:
They had an ordinary life, full of ordinary things - if love can ever be called that.
HAPPY SIGH. YES.
More on this below.
People hate Mal?!?
I... don’t understand why so many fans apparently don’t like Mal. ?!?!????!? I had heard this before reading and went in to the books with trepidation. I was waiting for him to do something awful to justify the hate and... it just never happened. Is it just the way he behaves in Siege and Storm? Because I do accept he is slightly more problematic in the books than the show but Y’ALL KNOW HE WAS ONLY IN THAT PIT OF DESPAIR BECAUSE HE FELT LIKE HE WAS LOSING HER. She never really reassured him that much, if anything she confirmed his fears (from his pov anyway). And he was right to doubt her, because she was doubting her feelings too in secret, and he could feel it.
BUT. But he accepts it in Ruin and Rising. He grows into it. He accepts they can’t be together as they are. And he still stays, only to protect her, to keep her safe. He never asks for more than that. “You are my flag. You are my nation.” Roast me over a slow fire.
You will never, ever convince me not to root for the childhood best friend who loves her unconditionally and knows her better than anyone else and will die for her and will spend the rest of his days just being close to her, to protect her, even if that’s all he ever gets. This is the hill I will die on.
And then she comes back to him. 🤧🤧🤧
The Love Square
So, in terms of love interests for Alina:
Mal >>> Nikolai >>>>>>>>>>>>> Darkling
Wasn’t a fan of the love square here. I understand if she has feelings for different people, I respect everyone’s right to ship what they want, but I honestly had whiplash. One second she’s “in physical pain” missing Mal, next she is “drawn to” the Darkling, then wants to kiss Nikolai. I’m extremely monogamous and that’s probably why all this chopping and changing just felt really jarring to me.
I liked Nikolai as a character but I valued their friendship and I just wanted their relationship to remain platonic. I’m happy with how his storyline ended too. I hope he’s okay!
Mainly I did not understand why she was still drawn to the Darkling after all the loved ones he slaughtered in front of her. Fuck him, honestly (Ben Barnes I still love you though).
But this line near the end kind of summed it up for me, I guess:
Merzost. Darkness. You could hate it and hunger for it at the same time.
But I no longer care about any of this because my ship was endgame, baby! 😭😭😭
The Finale
I am glad Mal become more “important” in the end. That there was a magical bond between them. (I feel a little dumb I didn’t see it coming that he was an amplifier, because I did clock on to the jolts of light that happened when he grabbed her wrist and thought it was foreshadowing something).
I like even more that they agreed they would have found each other despite it.
“Maybe that brought us together, but it didn’t make us who we are. It didn’t make you the girl who could get me to laugh when I had nothing. It sure as hell didn’t make me the idiot that took that for granted. Whatever there is between us, we forged it. It belongs to us."
I was waiting for the scene in the conservatory the entire time and it was so perfect! Worth the wait! I can’t wait to see the aesthetics of it in the show. The flowers, the greenery... the lanterns. It was so pretty in my head!
I could pretend I wasn’t a saviour or a Saint, that I could simply choose him, have a life, be in love. That we wouldn’t have one night, we would have thousands.
It was a perfect ending for me really because I got both the angsty hero-sacrifices-himself-for-protagonist-and-greater-good scene AND the happy ending. I’ve honestly been spoilt 😂 My shipper heart has never been so satisfied.
The actual plot of the ending was a complete blur and I have no idea what happened other than Alina lost her power and the Darkling died and... some other people became light summoners? I think? I was so focused on whether Mal would live or not I couldn’t really process the rest! I will have to reread.
It’s a shame that Alina no longer has her power and that Mal lost some of his tracking skill in the end, but... I’ll take it for a happy ending where they spend the rest of their lives together as equals. It’s not like Mal stole her power from her. They both made sacrifices and in the end, they still won.
The shrieks of the volcra erupted around me as the Fold began to unravel. It was a miracle.
And I didn’t care. The Saints could keep their miracles. The Grisha could keep their long lives and their lessons. Mal was dead.
I love that most of the book is all about her feeling the pull of her powers, feeling changed by it, drifting from Mal… but in the end, when it’s all done and over, she doesn’t care. She wants none of it. She chooses him. She wants him back. This is what I was waiting the whole series to read, honestly. Love conquers all, baby.
I just love that there were all these passages about their love not being possible because “they weren’t the same people any more” and the boy and girl from the orphanage were gone... and yet, it ends with the boy and the girl at the orphanage. Just like how it started. It's so obvious to me now that the whole story was about THE BOY AND THE GIRL. Every Before and After. It was right there all along.
THANK YOU, LEIGH BARDUGO.
My soul can now die happy.
I thought it was a really beautiful story.
Would happily reread. Will happily reread.
Im definitely going to continue with the other Grishaverse books too.
Can’t wait for more of the show because I’m honestly in love with the casting and this pairing and this series. Please, please, God, let it be renewed, and with the same cast, and covering the whole trilogy!
#shadow and bone#siege and storm#ruin and rising#grishaverse#mal x alina#mal and alina#malina#malyen oretsev#alina starkov#true north#book review#spoilers#sab spoilers
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Eastmarch Gothic
The people here are so, so tired. Their eyes hang from their sockets, warped with the purple bruise of restless nights. There is no color to their cheeks, no life in their skin. They have no meat to their face, hollow and sloughing. There is food, clean water, and safety. The land grows, the fish bite, they survive. But they die. Everyone that remains has wetness to their cheeks. Someone is missing from the home. Lost to war.
The walls of the city bring no comfort. They are too high. The brick is far too dark, darker than any stone that could have been quarried nearby. No one knows what it is. Sometimes the stones have bits of leather in them. Sometimes, its a clump of silky white hair. Ysgramor's account of the war against the Elves tells of their magic rendering their bones unbreakable, immune to the wear of time. The city is built on his victory.
The springs are a graveyard. Eastmarch is so cold, they draw so many visitors. So many chilled to the bone, stripping of their snow-logged hides and coats and sinking into that warm bliss. Some fall asleep, drift away into those ponds. The water boils. The locals know to stay away. It's all a ruse. Something lives beneath the geysers, worming through the earth beneath. It likes stew.
Mammoths and giants come here to die. They stack the bones into towers, pierce them into the earth, crush them to dust and pour them into the rivers. The tall peak in the center of the badlands is cursed. Many follow the mammoths and giants to this peak, for the same purpose. To pass on. The giants tend these bones and bodies, too.
Jazbay grapes grow plentiful, here. They were once the fruit of kings, now a common peasant food, used to bulk up empty bowls. The grapes used to taste sweet and sugary. Now, slowly, they grow bland. Bitter. The aftertaste is harsh, and lingers. Pregnant woman avoid it, for an old wives tale says that their child will die soon after birth if they should consume the grapes. Its kept from the old and frail for the same fear. The bushes grow more and more fruit, spread farther and farther. Its the most plentiful food in Eastmarch, most obtainable. In Eastmarch, hunger can kill even as you gorge. The poor have few babies, few elders. And no choice.
The snow is deafening. Even the most desperate scream is muted by the storm. You could stand on the highest mountain and scream till you bled. No one would hear. Those who try to listen to the voices coming from inside the snow lose their minds. Children don't. They love the singing. Parents should know well to keep a bell on their children's door at night.
Sometimes the beggers go mad in the twilight. They run through the streets, screaming of demons and daedra peeking through cracks in the stone. The guards stopped listening to their cries. Deep below, the axes breath through root and earth. They know of what this city is. They dig. They dig. They dig. Soon, they will reach the foundation of the palace. No one will escape the cleaning flame. The other holds will whisper of the seige. They are next.
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Waiting For The End
Okay/ so ya'll know that scene at the beginning of the Seige where Obi-Wan comes in slaying? And how Cody just doesn't move? Welllll, I thought I'd write about why
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"I'm holding my breath until I can finally say all I want to."
Commander Cody was sitting alone, he was supposed to be scouting. He was, he'd finished a while ago, the Commander didn't want to go back yet though. He had time, so there he sat. His helmet rested on the ground as he drifted in his mind. His eyes hurt, he couldn't recall the last time he had time to just... breath.
"Hey bro-bro" a voice inturrupted, Cody jumped, hand going to his blaster. But that nickname he recognized, and the brother's face confirmed it. "Thought you'd ran off" his brother mumbled.
Cody shook his head as his younger brother sat down. "I wanted to be alone" he said bitterly. No he didn't, no he didn't. Cody wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry in front of Rex. He was supposed to be strong so Rex didn't have to.
"No ya don't" Rex called him out, "I know ya don't" Rex mumbled as he set his helmet next to his brother's. The younger of the two pulled Cody into a side hug, "What's going on? You've seemed so sad lately" Rex whispered as he held his brother.
Cody wanted to fight him, he really didn't want to be hugged or talk about his feelings. But here he found himself. "Rex," he stopped, taking a moment to process how warm and safe he felt in his brother's arms, "I, I'm tired." He spoke softly, looking to Rex expecting him to say something. But he didn't, "And I don't think sleep will fix it."
Rex looked to the dirt, pulling Cody closer, "That's okay, you don't have be alright, just talk to me, tell me what you need" Rex told him. Even if Cody didn't want to talk, Rex didn't want to be pushed away, even if they were just laying in the grass or headed back for a nap. He didn't want Cody to isolate himself, the Captain always worried his brother hid so much from him.
"I don't know what I need," Cody admitted as he pulled out from the hug, looking Rex in the eye. His brother looked so concerned and it made Cody feel so weak. "All I know is," he stopped, turning to the horizon, "...I, I don't think I want to be alive anymore."
Rex perked up in concern. He instantly grabbed his brothers hands, squeezing them tightly and thinking before he spoke again, "It's the war?" Rex felt his own eyes water at the sight of his brother so lost. He was unspoken, not able to fabric a single thought, all he could do was look.
When Cody felt his brother's hands, he gripped them tightly, turning to Rex as he choked out a sob, "Y- yeah. It is." Cody felt himself gasping for air as he tried to stop his tears, but it was no use. He was going to cry. He looked to Rex's distraught face. He knew the last thing Rex wanted to do was hurt him, but the face he was making made Cody feel like he'd just slapped him.
"There are moments when we're in battle and I think, it'd be so easy for me to let myself get shot or captured. And sometimes, I can't move, I just can't bring myself to run, and for a moment, I feel relieved because it'd finally be over," Cody explained as he throat ran dry, he shook his head, wiping his eyes, "For a moment all I can think of is how I'd never have to fight again and I try to take my chance" he cried in a hushed tone, fighting so hard to not let out a wail.
Rex felt a tear stream down his cheek, "Me too, Cody, I understand" he mumbled as he pressed his forehead to Cody's. In that moment Cody could breath, as if that tiny gestured pulled him from the icy waters of his mind. "I understand"
Cody then cried, letting out a loud sob, gripping Rex's hands so tightly they'd bruise. Cody couldn't bring himself to move or even open his eyes. He wanted to run but it was so hard to even breath. He couldn't fight, not himself, not Rex,
all he could do was cry.
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You're super good at prompts and I have writers block so could you give me a prompt for a Mandalorian (post-seige of Mandalore) and her daughter? I love your work 💛
(Sorry about the late response! I don’t know much about the Mandalorian or Star Wars in general so please forgive me for that. I hope these can still work for you! :D)
“I want to learn how to fly the ship.”
“No.”
“That’s the only thing you say! Can’t you say something else?”
The helmeted woman looked up at her daughter. “No.”
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“You’ll need to learn how to shoot.” Her mother leaned back in her chair as their little ship drifted through the blankness of space. “It’ll ensure survival.”
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Dust swirled around them as she was held firmly behind her mother. The raiders crept closer to them and the hand on her arm tightened.
#writing prompt#story prompt#dialogue prompt#i'm sorry! i know next to nothing about this but i tried!#requested prompts#Anonymous
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2. Fear
a/n: aNgST wHO?
The Underworld was, ironically, above water.
Situated on the vast Pacific, a large island, about twice the size of the United States of America, is known as the Capital. With spells and magic, all of the Coven kingdoms were hidden in plain sight with one being in the Atlantic, some scattered near Antarctica and one at the Indian Ocean.
One of the famous ones that humans might recognize is the Bermuda triangle.
There are 3 kingdoms at the Atlantic Ocean: House Inure, House Languo, House Vermille.
House Languo is situated right at the middle of the Triangle, luring many pilots and shipmen to become their next meal.
This is why House Languo is one of the richest houses as they are the known sellers of authentic blood and would even send you a drugged human, bounded and ready to be eaten. The profits kept coming in and they were it so fast that humans started to suspect and created the legend of the Bermuda, calling it a cursed and a haunted part of the world.
In truth, it’s just a part of the Underworld but with frequent unwanted visitors.
But the 2 biggest kingdoms, Kalon and Orenda, rest on the Pacific Ocean with the Capital on top of the Ring of Fire, known in the Underworld as the Entrance to Hell.
Some say it’s unlucky to have a vampire kingdom so near the thing that could kill them but some say the reason they’re so respected is that they are so near it and could withstand it.
But who really knows the answer.
Waking up from the bright sunlight, you squirmed and accidentally rolled out of bed, dragging the sheets and covers. At this point, you were so tired that you were willing to fall asleep again but as you settled on your back, your eyes snapped open and you blinked, surprised, when you saw a head of blonde hair peer over the edge of the bed.
“And you call yourself a queen.”
His smirk after the insult made a growl escape your lips and you sprang back up to the bed, sitting on his bare torso and pinning his arms beside his head. Jaemin smirked up at you and unknowingly licked his lips at your bare chest with the sight of purple and red colors left from last night.
You scoffed slightly at the look on his face until you noticed his line of sight and shook your head, disappointed at your perverted husband. Releasing his arms and leaning back to place your butt on his lower abdomen, you quickly shifted away, feeling it poke your back.
With an irritated look, your eyebrows knitted together, “As if you didn’t use me enough last night, you still want more. How much more do you still want me from, Orendian?”
Jaemin smugly placed his left arm beneath his head and his right hand drifted to softly grab your chin, “We were married for an alliance and children symbolize that it is official, don’t you think?”
“I will not become your birth factory. As much as you don’t want to, I intend to rule beside you and I will voice out my opinion if it’s needed. I will not hesitate to put you in your place, king or not.”
Thinking that your statement would make him angry, instead it made his grin wider. His right hand wandered down to your waist and his left arm left its spot from his head to place it to the other side of your waist. You looked at him curiously, guarded and not knowing of what his true intentions were. Through half-lidded eyes, Jaemin looked up at you and his grin turned lazy.
“You are quite bold, woman. Aren’t you afraid that one day, you say the wrong word and I rip out your tongue from your mouth?”
With a defiant glare, you responded, “What I said last night still remains true today and for eternity. You will never scare me, Na Jaemin. For you are only a puny prince whose future will bring the Underworld farther than Hell itself.”
Although his smile remained, Jaemin’s eyes visibly hardened and with all of his strength, he forcibly pinned you to the bed, red eyes glazing over your face. Lingering on odd places like your cheeks or your neck, Jaemin blinked slowly at you, anger radiating from his form.
“A puny prince, huh? My wife, my queen, seems to think that I am not capable of leading our country for the better. Should I teach her a lesson? Should I fuck her until her legs are shaking and mark her dry until all the blood is gone from her body? Or should I just hand her over to my men and let her experience a second without her title,” he sneered.
Fear bubbled inside you but you forced it down and you cursed the weakness of your mind.
Even though vampires were mostly indestructible on the outside with cement-like skin, they were very prone and vulnerable to normal emotions. The absence of the heart meant nothing as the blood of humans carried something that fueled their existence and it traveled inside. But normal emotions was normal and could easily be felt, vampire or not.
A small but cold laugh escaped your lips, “My bloodline runs all over the kingdoms. If you should even do that, they are obligated to ruin Orenda due to their association with me. So try it, my king. For it will be the last time you’ll ever see your country and your family, alive.”
The threat clearly affected the boy but you were taken aback by his response. A pair of cold lips smashed to your own and you responded just as harsh, biting his lips and drawing his blood.
But when his lips left yours to bite on your flesh, a soft whimper filled the room as the razor sharp teeth roughly attached themselves on you and the abuse was something familiar yet unfamiliar to you. The fear of being trapped and so helpless that you couldn’t even push him away because you were weak.
He was taking his anger out, on you.
And there was nothing you could do to defend yourself.
You cried on the tub that day.
Paris was unusually cold during the summer month of June.
You bundled up in a beige trench coat with a black baker boy hat and a pair of vintage oval sunglasses from the 60s. The sunlight did little to nothing as it was still near 40 degrees and it didn’t warm the air. However, the sun’s fiery rays were still felt by sensitive beings like you and vampires were very prone to being cautious and try to stay away from hot things like those.
“Dear cousin, I take your honeymoon with the prince did not satisfy you as you are here shopping with me in Paris when you could be busy making love to your new husband.”
“Jaehyun, do watch your mouth. As much as I could care less for him, insulting his manhood is enough to cause that wretched temper of his into launching a seige to Metanoia and I do love you and Uncle and Aunt but your kingdom is far smaller and weaker than his army. You are one of my favorites and I’d rather love to watch Hoseok for his coronation to his kingdom that is still there.”
Jaehyun watched you with an amused look as your answer was said as you flicked through the coat racks full of Louis Vuitton coats, joining you with the inspection of the clothing. You were so nonchalant over the whole thing and he can really see the amount of training your parents have put you through to prepare you for your marriage to Jaemin.
“You know, sometimes I forget that you were the same girl who cried because I wouldn’t let her put a flower crown on my head,” he chuckled causing you look at him with a nostalgic look on your face.
“Oh, yes. I was quite naive back then.”
Jaehyun sighed as his eyes continued to look up and down on this particular honey mustard coat, “I remember you being scared of the most childish things. Johnny surprised you by the garden and you cried your little eyes out until your mother threatened to beat you. I guess that’s why you’re not really scared of anything now, huh?” He turned to look at you with a boyish smile, implying your easy agreement to the marriage.
“But the difference was, everything was perfect back then. We were young and we didn’t have anything to fear except for bath time. Now, we worry over who we’re expected to be and who we ought to marry for alliances.” Jaehyun’s fingers froze and he looked off into the wall. “Our lives have slowly become purely our parents and it fucking scares me that one day, we will be like them too. That’s my fear, Jaehyun. My one fear.”
Turning away from the horridly bright colors of the clothing, Jaehyun looked back at you and he felt sadness swelling up inside at the sight before him.
You’ve managed to fool everyone with your bravery and courage for your parents’ favor. However, there was a time where it wasn’t all an act and that you really were ready to risk it all just because they asked you to.
A naive little girl.
But now that you’ve been exposed to everything and anything, Jaehyun saw the little girl crying behind those scarlet orbs, not because of his strong refusal of the orchid covered crown, but with fear of the world and no one to defend her for what’s to come.
a/n: oof sorry for making jaemin look like an asshole but hey, we need a plot line!
might start updating once or twice a week, usually monday. i have about 2 chapters written out just not fully written out, yknow? hard to explain but here’s your update!! so sorry for making yall wait without a schedule 🥺 ayo, send a few of yall names so i can use your name for an oc in this series. i feel kinda bad bc y/n’s friends needs some names
last also. if yall didn’t get it, jaehyun’s birthday is valentines day and she’s in paris and paris is known to be the city of love so paris is a part of metanoia, which is jaehyun’s kingdom, and Hoseok, J-Hope, is with the last name of Jung so I made him jaehyun’s older brother. a lot more characters will show up in the next chapter so don’t worry!!!
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Stark Tower, August 2020. The day the Seige of New York ends.
Rumors always moved fast. Erik had been incessantly amused during his time in the Institute by the way the kids were surprised that ‘secrets’ they’d shared earlier in the morning had reached most of their fellows (and, of course, the staff) by lunchtime.
That much hadn’t changed. Hank is leaving, came the news, observed by some of the mutants downstairs tending to the wounded. Azazel, of course, had overheard and passed it right along to Erik.
Hesitantly, though. Hesitant, because Erik hadn’t moved from his spot on Stark’s landing pad in the handful of hours since negotiations had wrapped up, since news of Raven’s death was carried back by a devastated Anna-Marie, since Emma had gripped his shoulders and forced him to calm before he upended everything they’d worked for over the last week in a fit of rage and grief at the loss of his best friend for the last decade and a half.
Hesitant, because Erik’s gaze was vacant but his knuckles were white and Azazel knew well the look of a man who wanted to set the world on fire.
( Azazel also knew how to keep his mouth shut. Knew how to stay out of affairs that didn’t concern him. But back on Cuba he’d seen glimpses of the original owner of the helmet in Erik. He’d seen them in the Brotherhood, though they tended to fade when he was staring down the X-Men across a battlefield.
He saw them more frequently now, but he said nothing, because he’d never been one to mind too terribly what happened to the rest of the world. He found the high ground and stayed there, and not for a second since that day in Cuba had Erik held anything but. )
Azazel told Erik that Hank was going to leave, and Erik’s gaze drifted from the horizon and focused sharply on his lieutenant as he asked him to repeat himself.
Hank is leaving.
It was easy enough to find the man--easy enough to find any of those he interacted with any sort of frequency with, anymore, with the Phoenix making their unique bioelectrical currents stand out as sharply as they themselves did. He had his bags packed, the room they’d appropriated for him left pristine, and if Erik had been five minutes later, he didn’t doubt that the room would have been empty in its entirety, Hank disappearing into the crowd of New Yorkers flanking the Tower.
Not quite fast enough.
“Genosha won’t be ready for a few hours, yet. No need to rush on the packing,” Erik said from the doorway, leaning against the frame and watching Hank’s back stiffen at the sound of his voice. “I’d have thought you’d be kicking around Stark’s labs, or helping Jean with the wounded.”
Hank wasn’t packed for Genosha, he knew, and that was betrayal. Betrayal to the vision they’d all signed onto, however reluctantly, and betrayal to the sacrifices made to get here. The losses they’d suffered, the freshest of which felt like it had rocked Erik from his moorings.
Grief was a familiar spectre, but g-d, it never got any easier.
And yet, here Hank was, preparing to leave like the fruits of Raven’s sacrifice meant nothing. Beneath the icewater slogging through his veins in the aftermath of another loss, the sizzle of anger was beginning to brew.
His fingers drummed against folded arms. “You didn’t show up to watch negotiations like the others did, either.”
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