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sleepyconfusedpotato · 2 months

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Hey can I ask? What will Jade and Ghost son/daughter would look like if they ever had a kid?

okay so this topic about Ghost and Jade's fam in the future has been asked like REPEATEDLY on my ask box since the dawn of Jade's creation LMAO

but thanks to @alypink I finally got to thinking about it and I finally had the time to to draw it! Here it goes! (❁´◡`❁)

Ghost and Jade has three children, Andrew, Jay, and Orion.

Andrew Thomas Riley - (His middle name is named after his late uncle, Tommy) Face looks exactly like Jade, but with Ghost's hair and eye colors. Loves Manchester City so much and dreams of being like Kevin de Bruyne. He has a bright personality like Jade, but has Ghost's competitiveness. A bit annoying, but only he gets to tease his siblings. WOULD FIGHT for his siblings.

Grace Jael Riley - (named after her maternal grandma, Gracie Le Jardin). Her nickname is Jay (Jael ("jay-el") to differentiate her from her grandmother. Face looks exactly like Ghost, but with Jade's hair and eye colors. She's into music - playing guitars and pianos - and loves to write poems. Jay has Ghost's personality and much rather stay in the corners. Spends a lot of time with her grandparents. Jay has some scary ability to make people speak out their hearts to her (blackmail). Her grandma might have some explaining to do.

Orion Riley - A child of Greek descent from Jade's former orphanage where Ghost and Jade often volunteer in. Orion had similar circumstances with Ghost. Orion's father was a drug dealer and addict, and in his intoxicated state had killed his mother. The Rileys then took him as a foster. He is distant and fearful at first, but with the family's nurturing and warm environment, Orion starts to loosen up and finally feels the warmth of a family. VERY close with Ghost and Jay.

Soon after marrying, the Rileys live in Herefordshire, where the SAS residency is. Jade opened a branch of The Garden, and Ghost himself still works as an SAS soldier. Ghost's deployments are short periods, but a lot of deployments every year, so he tries to spend as much time as he can with his kids when he's home, like playing football with Andrew, singing with Jay (however... unique his voice is), and draw with Orion. The way the kids IMMEDIATELY falls asleep when Ghost's reading them bed time stories AAAAAAA.

A very equally disciplined and warm home, they have their shenanigans, but they work every issue out. The grandparents often come to visit and help Jade take care of the kids when Ghost is not home.

Former MI6 black agents from mom's side of the family, and full-on SAS operators for dad and the uncles. Safest group of kids on the planet.

So those are the Lovely Rileys! Hope you love it *(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*ଘ

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #my goodness #how cute #BRAINROT TIMEEE #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod #cod mw #sleepy answers #simon ghost riley #cod mw22 #call of duty modern warfare 2022 #charlotte jade le jardin #ghost x jade #ghost x oc #the rileys #married life #nyehehehehe

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empress-simps · 1 month

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Line That Leads To You

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem! Reader AU: Soulmate AU CW: Language, Genre: Angst with a happy ending (don't worry guys) Summary: You make Sirius realize that having a soulmate isn’t all that bad— that he too, will have his happily ever after.

Note: One of my favorite tropes to write, soulmate AUs! Sirius just needs love and affirmation. I love writing for this! Enjoy! Picture is from pinterest, credits to the owner!

You know, Sirius never really believed in those pesky soulmates stuff. It irks him to no end, and makes his head hurt.

The topic makes him snappy, bitter, and it leaves him feeling angry. To whom? The world— the one who’s responsible for everything that has to do with soulmates. He thinks it is a bunch of bollocks. It’s a pathetic little concept that everyone seems to be too invested in.

Sirius would be very much happy to tell you it doesn’t really end with a happily-ever-after.

“I’m telling you, Prongs. It’s just a bunch of crap.” Sirius tells James one time at the drawing room in the Potter Manor. James shakes his head, disagreeing with his best mate.

“It isn’t always like Walburga and Orion, Pads.” James gently tells him, eyes swimming with empathy for Sirius. “Just look at me, Lily and I are together, finally.” Sirius can’t help but scoff, shaking his head in a disagreeing manner.

“That’s because you were already pathetically in love with her before you even knew she was the one, Prongs. Same thing for Lily, but she was quite stubborn trying to deny what she felt about you. You guys are actually made for each other.” James lets out a laugh, the memories resurfacing making a love-struck smile appear on his face (Sirius gave him a disgusted look)

“That’s what soulmates are, Pads. You’re supposed to complete each other, balance the other person out” He pursed his lips and sighed, there’s no way Prongs could understand his opinion on the matter.

Complete each other, huh?

Then can someone give him a reasonable excuse on why his parents broke each other? One descended into madness; the other doesn’t really seem to care as long as the noble house of Black lineage will continue.

Sirius bites his bottom lip, deep in thought as he stares at his pinky, willing the connection to be seen; a red string that was tied into a bow that leads to Merlin-knows-where. It serves as a connection; the string that he and only his soulmate can see whenever they want. He tugs on it curiously, awaiting any reaction with bated breath. He almost scrambled away when he felt the other end also tug it. Sirius was utterly terrified, a shiver crawled up to his system, it’s foreign feeling for the Black’s eldest son. It made everything feel too real. A fact that he desperately tries to deny.

That night, before they returned to Hogwarts as sixth year students was the last time he ever willed to see the annoying little string in his pinky, not caring if his supposed other half was finding him or already found him.

Maybe it had to do with his twisted upbringing. He saw how his father cut the string tying him to their mother, the purple string that bound them together turning gray and withering away.

He saw how Regulus flinched, no one should’ve seen a scene like that, but they did. Someone severing their connection to someone who should’ve been with them through better or for worse, the one that fate intended for them. Their life got worse just after that, forcing him to flee and leave his younger brother behind at the deranged hands of Walburga Black.

“You should eat more, Reggie.” You turned towards the quiet and reserved Slytherin, pushing his plate closer to him, which made him wince. “I am quite full.” You raised a brow “None sense, all you did was sip pumpkin juice so you better do as I say or I’ll tell Evan and Junior.”

“Do you know that you boss people around quite well?” He grumbles, shoving a few spoonsful of dinner in his mouth as you hummed in approval, cracking a small smile. “I was told.” Your eyes flickered to the Gryffindor table, it seemed to gravitate you, pulling you in.

Looking down at your pinky, you willed the string to be visible to you. Seeing the red string attached to Sirius Black made your stomach churn; was it butterflies? Unease? You don’t particularly know, having mixed reactions to the string that leads to your other half.

You’ve known for over a year now, keeping it to yourself as you quickly figured out that he wants nothing to do with his soulmate.

“Reggie! Reggie!”

You exclaimed, slapping the poor boy’s arm as he was currently staying in the L/n Manor. He looked in your direction, quite annoyed, he was interrupted reading his book. “I’m reading, Y/n. You know, you should too. It’ll do you some good.” He sassed, trying to find which part he stopped reading. “My soulmate! They tugged the string!” You gushed, “They must be looking for me too, right?” You asked no one in particular, you can still feel the tingles you felt, how your heartbeat picked up, and how you felt like you were in could nine.

Quite the opposite from what Sirius felt, huh?

You never told him, never planned to. It was quite clear what his views are on the concept of soulmates when you saw him snogging different girls every week. It wrecked you; you swore you felt your heart stop beating every time you see him loving a girl other than you even just for a week. It sounds stupid and all, but you would give up everything just to know what it feels like; how he will look at you with love and adoration in his eyes, how his touch and kisses would linger on your body, and how his voice would sound like as his breath fans in your ear, whispering promises of love.

You looked at him from the Slytherin table; so close yet so far.

Regulus noticed, the all too familiar broken look in your face. His heart hurts for you, even if you do not tell him, he already knows. Seeing his brother’s indifference, Regulus’s gaze hardened. How could he have the guts to do this to his soulmate?

The memory of their mother's despair, the way she withered away after their father severed the bond, was etched into his mind. Regulus does not wish for anyone to feel that way, he does not wish upon it even in his worst enemies.

It was a pain no one should endure, a lesson that should have been learned.

Yet there sat his brother, laughing with his friends and willfully ignoring the pulls of his heart. The person who held the other end of this unseen tether, was beside Regulus. Your soul ached as you watched your soulmate. It was a betrayal of the heart's deepest connection, and it stirred a tempest of fury within Regulus that he struggled to contain.

“My brother is foolish. Eat.” He states, pushing your food and placing the cornbread on his plate to yours. She cracks a smile, chuckling. “Alright, Reggie. You’re lucky I love you.” You pat his curls, proceeding to eat the bread, smiling a little. Reggie never really shares his food with anyone, except for you. You’re the only exception.

“Padfoot.” Remus starts, looking out of the window as Sirius lays down lazily in his bed, looking at nothing.

“What, Moons?”

“If I say that I have an inkling on who your soulmate is, would you… look for them?” Remus asked cautiously. Peter and James perked up, eyes wide with shock. How could Remus possibly guess who his soulmate is? Unless… They’re also in Hogwarts?

“Don’t start with that crap, Moony.” Sirius sat up; a scowl displayed in his features as his grey eyes turned stormy.

“Don’t you even feel the slightest amount of guilt in your system as you snog other girls?” Remus frowned.

Sirius’s scowl deepened, his hands clenching into fists. “Guilt? For what, Moony? For not wanting to be chained down by some ancient magic?” His voice was a low growl, barely containing the emotions that surged within him. “I won’t be dictated by fate. I make my own choices, and I refuse to be bound by a bond I never asked for.”

Remus’s expression softened, the lines of concern etching deeper into his face. “It’s not about being chained, Pads. It’s about finding someone who complements you, who understands you in ways no one else can.” He paused, his gaze steady and piercing. “You’ve seen what happens when that bond is severed. You’ve seen the pain it causes. Is that what you want for yourself? For your soulmate who’s probably hurting somewhere?”

Sirius looks down, biting his lip and playing with the rings on his fingers. “I don’t plan on severing our bond, Moons- “

“Then what the fuck are you doing?” Remus spat, Sirius flinched, looking at anything but them. He knew deep down that Remus was right. He can’t deny he also wants to look for his soulmate. The only thing that was holding him back is that he’s scared. What if your story would end similarly like how Walburga and Orion’s did? Dread fills his system as he reflects on how he slowly realized he’s becoming like his father. Peter and James exchanged a glance, the weight of the conversation settling heavily upon them.

“I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Scared of finding her… Scared of repeating the same mistakes.” He paused, his gaze lifting to meet Remus’s. “But you’re right. I can’t keep running from this. It’s not fair to them, and it’s not fair to me.”

James offered a supportive smile, feeling happy for his friend. Sirius stood up, his posture straightening as if shedding the weight of his fears. “I’ll do it. I’ll find her,” he declared, his voice steady. “I owe it to both of us to at least try.”

“That’s our Padfoot.” Remus breathes a sigh of relief as Peter nods encouragingly at Sirius.

The next daylight soon came. Sirius gulps, looking around the great hall, feeling quite overwhelmed at the number of students entering for breakfast, eating, or chatting amongst themselves. For the first time in a long time, he willed the red string of fate to reappear within his vision.

Ah, there it was. The red string connected to someone from the Slytherin table. Sirius felt his heart drop, seeing the end of the string connected to your pinky. “Y/n?” The name left his lips in a hushed awe, his heart skipping a beat as he saw the string connected to your pinky. You, who laughed with such ease beside Regulus, were the missing piece.

Whether it was some brotherly instinct, Regulus looked at him, shooting him a warning stare as if to say: ‘If you hurt her, you’ll never see the light of day ever again.’

Remus raised his eyebrows in surprise, knowing eyes set on his friend. “Found her, Pads?”

“Yeah. Found her, Moony.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” James chimed in, a grin spreading across his face as Peter silently cheers him on. “Go on, before you lose your nerve.”

Sirius took a deep breath, trying to shake off the weight of Regulus’s protective stare. It was a silent challenge, a vow to keep your heart safe from his brother. With a nod of acknowledgment, Sirius stepped forward, crossing the small distance between the Gryffindor table and Slytherin.

“Y/n,” he said, standing before you, the red string pulsing with a life of its own.

You stilled, slowly looking in his direction. Eyes wide with surprise, searched his for a moment before softening. “I was wondering when you’d come around,” you teared up, making Sirius’ heart ache.

Sirius extended his hand, the red string wrapping around both your destinies. “Let’s talk, yeah?”

And in that moment, as your fingers intertwined, Sirius knew that whatever the future held, he had made the right choice. For in finding you, he had found a new path that began to unravel, one filled with hope and courage. The buzz of Great Hall continued, but both of them felt time still, feeling the bond weave into their souls deeper.

Sirius’s and Y/n’s story had its flaws, but it was theirs, uniquely woven by the red strings of fate.

#sirius black x reader #sirius x reader #marauders fanfiction #marauders era #soulmate au #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #harry potter #angst with a happy ending #sirius orion black #regulus black

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novalizinpeace · 2 months

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okay, time to talk about the cartoon critters

I finally finished the scripts of the first 10 episodes of the Smiling Critters Series, this batch called ''Spring Season''.

What they're about? Come find out, there's something important at the end!

List of episodes

1-Sunny pancakes and Bitter coffee

Synopsis: The day just started in Orion Town, and Dogday is ready to start with it!

2-A magical world

Synopsis: Is game night in Crafty’s house, and the unicorn had decided to introduce Dogday and Catnap in her crusade.

3-A sad sunflower

Synopsis: Bubba is keeping his garden on point, but there one plant of his that is worrying him: His beloved Sunflower.

4-Flower Boy

Synopsis: Picky is looking for the perfect theme for her room during spring, but her thought process are disturbed by the flower shop owner.

5-The Soul Snatcher

Synopsis: While looking for berries in the forest Dogday find a injured critter, but his good intentions could put all town in a big trouble.

6-Cool delivery

Synopsis: Kickin work is to deliver the Piggy’s orders to all the critters in town, a work more easy to say that make.

7-Sweet little tooth

Synopsis: Bobby loose her first tooth, and while the other critters are excited for her, she’s not really happy of the idea of giving her tooth to the tooth fairy.

8-Plant a wish

Synopsis: A day helping Bubba with his garden end up with some problems for the critters after mistaking the regular seed with some magics seed from crafty.

9-Sleepy sounds

Synopsis: Catnap wake up in the middle of the night by a strong, annoying sound. Say sound came from no other that Dogday, that had started to snore.

10-Underground race

Synopsis: Hoppy had finally finish her underground maze, and had dare all her friends to see who can get to the center first.

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In my Au (aka in the game universe), this first 10 episodes worked as a season test for Play.Co to see if the critters could be a good money cow for them, and the results? Really positive! So they asked the marketing area (that was the one that communicate with the company that made the cartoon) for a full season of 44 episodes (incluying this ones) that where divided in Spring-Summer-Autumn-Winter, with 10 normal episodes for each season and 1 special episode.

The special episode for Spring is the Flower festival, but it was released as a season finale in hope to restart the seasons with new 44 episodes, but by then Play.Co didn't wanted more episodes, so the story was left with a cliffhander...

BUT, let not think so ahead, theres now 10 episodes available, but what to see first?

'm really indecisive in what episode draw first, so 'm going to let you all choose wich one would you like to see.

#Poppy playtime #smilingcritterslostmedia #smiling critters #list of episodes #nova say

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ninjapaste · 9 months

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Posting some (evil and broke)orion, his big sis and all his cousins!!

Drew a lot today!! Took some procreate sketches, put them onto csp and just made more stuff from there! I have a lot to caption regarding the drawings and designs!

Ok lemme explain - the evil looking orion is a design Ive been keeping for a while but basically if Troy broke up with him and Oriana influenced + brainwashed him (with a chip on his neck) he would look like that, hence the black and green! If normal Orion is 30% villain, this one is 90%, and hes basically a version of Orion that Oriana can fully control. He doesnt like takoyaki or luxury or partying and is only interested in fighting, going on missions, following his sister's orders and getting revenge on Troy.

The broke looking Orion has nothing to do with that, its just Orion if he wasnt filthy rich just financially ok and living with Troy, so hes not actually 'broke' thats just how he would describe it.

I kinda updated Oriana's design!! I want to incorporate more wasabi in it tho so the clothing may change a bit. Regarding characteristics shes still a mean, competitive and powerful commander who has the most voice and influence amongst her cousins (not her brother though). Still giving Azula vibes!

These are all 6 of Orion's cousins! Olive (she/her) is responsible for engineering and creating octarian-robot hybrids (basically some of the bosses) like the octo-oven and octo-maw. Her sibling Olav (they/xe/octo) is a popular political figure in the octarian space (amongst octo-troopers but less so octolings) having been raised by them in their culture when they were young. They are the youngest of the cousins and their interests lie more in line with the octarians than the oligarchy. Odin (he/him) is the octarian representative for the salmonids and is responsible for managing the trade deals and relationship between the two civillisations and armies. Hes loud, annoying and brash to many and dislikes Orion because he is jealous that he has more freedoms (as an overlooked family member). His sister Odaliah (she/they) leads the octarian submarine squadrons as well as exploration efforts (which are mostly underwater). Her and Odin have been genetically modified to withstand contact with water but she is slightly more water resistant. Unlike her brother she is very orderly and high society.

The last image are the two cousins I didnt include with the others, kinda because they are more secretive. Oluchi (she/her)(centre and right) leads the octarian secret spies and often goes into the field herself. Shes very serious and is not flamboyant like her cousins. She likes to talk with olive sometimes but often spends time with her brother Olufemi (he/him) (left), who went missing and was found sanitised in a vegitative state. His body has been hijacked by the mind of a mysterious anicent entity (a remnant of a 'human' in alterna and the most powerful enemy Troy will face) but this entity is in a deep sleep for now so no one knows what is going on with Olufemi!

#art #digital art #character art #oc #artwork #splatoon #clip studio paint #splatoon oc #splatoon art #octoling #octarian #dj octavio #octavio

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prestonmonterey · 2 months

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intro

!! plz dont send me chain asks !!

(pronouns page is linked on there but also here if you dont wanna look for it:)

ok so uhh basically the gist of it

im preston

uhh for names call me preston or pres or squid or orion or jaxon or actually just whatever you want i dont mind (more on my prounouns page) (if we're friends/moots feel free to gimme a nickname if ya want)

pronouns are it/he/they (the order of preference changes from time to time also neos are alright just anything other than she/her)

fandoms im most active in: varian and the seven kingdoms/tangled the series, camp here and there (will wood too!!), adamandi, the art of pleasing princes, starkid, spies are forever and percy jackson (mostly the musical bc im in a production of it :)

you can always interact with me! apparently im intimidating but i swear im really nice (i think) and id be really happy if you sent an ask at any time :3 i promise i wont get annoyed even if you think youre being annoying i just really like interacting with cool people :3

you can tag me in anything and everything! i promise ill look at it :3 and i try my best to do tag games and stuff (lmk if you dont want me to tag ya) but if i dont uhh, just assume i was like, really tired that day, or ive been tagged by another moot in that game before and im too lazy to dig it up :P sry

uhh im a minor too so like nsfw/18+ blogs dni

i try my best to use tone tags but if i forget and you need them please let me know!! (i also find tone tags helpful for myself) :3

theres more info on my card about like other stuff too

tag key:

#marble musings = original posts

#marble monologues = long posts/reblogs usually about chnt or just like existentialism idk

#marble draws = art/fanart/crafts/cosplay type thing

#marble games = i make games on google forms! hoping to learn to code or get an actual game engine to make full games past like choose your own adventures

#marble music = song covers :3 (yes i have all the filtered instrumentals i used for adamandi, lmk if you want them i can send em over discord or something)

#marble asks = answering stuff in my ask box

i think thats all of them :3 might add more eventually, and sometimes i forget to tag properly so sorry about that :(

i have some sideblogs if you wanna check em out (not super active on them but ill still try to respond if you shoot me an ask)

vent/writing sideblog: @lonelyinkcap (you can interact with my vents i dont really care. i mean. if im talkin about someone please dont fucking go like "but have you considered that theyre going through something" because uhh yes i have and also fuck you stop making my panic attacks worse :P) (if you know me irl. um. you can do whatever ig. i mean i cant exactly stop you. but proceed with caution. some of them might be vagueposts about you. im not gonna fuckin tell ya tho. also if you see anything concerning there. um. no ya dont. and definitely dont bring any of it up in conversation irl.)

hatchetfield rp sideblogs: @thelilcloverpatch @fading-angelic-starlight @marble-man @honey-sparrow @ivy-wreathed-arches and @hatchetfield-bone-thief (not sure why that one isnt properly linking but i swear its there you can search if you want)

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commonwealthoccurences · 2 years

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Companions React: The Stars Have Changed

Request: “This is gonna sound a little weird but I would love a headcannon about when Sole and their companion is having to travel at night, and Sole just stops all of a sudden, sits on the ground and just tries to identify constellations from their time but can’t because the stars have changed.”

Contains: Sole grieving their old life, hurt/comfort.

Word Count: 1,854

The Scenario:

Sole and their companion had been traveling for quite some time. Home was still quite a ways away, and with every footstep both were growing wearier. At first, they were determined to keep going– progress couldn’t be made if they took a break every time it felt like their feet were going to fall off. But Sole kept glancing up. Then, without saying a word, Sole stopped, staring at the sky, and lowered themself to sit. They weren’t in a particularly treacherous area, so it was more of a surprise than anything.

Cait:

“Uhh… somethin’ wrong, Sole?”

It was unusual for them to take a break, even with other people insisted, so Cait was confused and honestly somewhat annoyed It looked like they were tracing the sky with their eyes, searching for something, anything

“They’re gone.” Their voice was hollow

“What?”

“The stars… they’re gone. I don’t recognize any of them.”

“What in the name of God are y’ talkin’ about?”

“When I was younger I knew all of the constellations– I could draw them out for you now, if we had something to draw on. But they’re… they’ve changed since I was frozen.”

There was a sense of devastation that Cait knew not to touch. Grief came in waves for Sole. They found it in the little things. First it was what they would find amongst Sanctuary, and then it was scraps of adverts they’d grown up seeing, little tins of goods they thought long lost to time. Cait had never thought the stars of all things could be different.

It would’ve been easier to tell them to get up and look at the stars once they’d gotten somewhere safe. But Cait settled down beside them and leaned back on her hands, looking at that sky with Sole. She tried to imagine what it had looked like for them, and what their surroundings would’ve looked like, as well.

Curie:

“Sky’s different.”

“Oh… yes, I suppose it would be.”

Sole’s smile was bittersweet as they redirected their gaze to Curie for just a moment. They were fully distracted by the stars, though. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice before now.” Their voice was quiet.

“You are too busy running after everyone. You have no time to look up.” She gave a soft smile they didn’t see.

Sole pointed at the sky. “The Big Dipper used to be there.” They moved their hand. “Orion’s belt. Taurus.”

Their hand dropped to rest by their side. “I guess I have to relearn them.”

“Perhaps you can name them, too.”

Sole turned and looked at her again, smiling. “Yeah, maybe. Just among Sanctuary. I don’t think they’d mind.”

Danse:

“Sole?”

“Danse… the stars are different. They’ve changed.”

Danse looked up. There didn’t seem to be anything particularly out of place that he noticed. He looked back down at them and their hollow expression. “Uh, did you hit your head? Do you have a concussion?”

Sole laughed. “No, Danse, I mean the sky used to look different, from before the bombs dropped. Everyone knew the constellations, the famous ones at least. But they’ve moved. It’s been too long.”

“They’ve… moved?”

“I’ll tell you about it sometime. Do you know any of the new constellations? Are there any new constellations?”

“I don’t see why there would be.”

Right. When you’re fighting for your life every day, there might be less of a focus on naming the stars and becoming familiar with them. God. The entire sky had changed and as far as Sole knew, no one had even noticed. The weight of grief reared its head– no one had mourned something Sole hadn’t even imagined would change before.

Deacon:

“You know, I could be wrong, but this doesn’t look like the Railroad. Just gonna be honest here, Sole.”

“The stars have changed.”

Deacon looked up and contemplated for a moment. After traveling as much as he did, he’d turned to books that had managed to survive the war. Constellations had been mentioned before, and out of curiosity, he’d taken one of the maps out to see if he could find them. He couldn’t; in fact, nothing was the same as the map he’d found. And now he had proof that it wasn’t just his potential inability to read maps properly.

He settled down next to them, careful not to disrupt the way they were entranced by the unfamiliar sky. “Some of us got bored one night and made up new ones. Shapes and names. Do you want me to teach you?”

They, in fact, hadn’t done that. Ever. But the pressure of inventing new constellations on the spot was nothing once he caught the way Sole lit up. “There’s new constellations.” They muttered to themself, fascinated by the concept.

The potentially ten minute break for Sole to mourn turned into several hours of Deacon and them laying in the dead grass. Deacon would point at the sky and make up a name on the spot, insisting that they just weren’t seeing it. Sole caught on within minutes, but Deacon didn’t mind. Their laughter was ringing out into the night air, and every wasted second was worth it.

Gage:

Unimpressed was how Gage would describe himself initially. He raised an eyebrow. “Overboss?”

Sole didn’t respond, and instead continued staring. He recognized the look. They weren’t particularly close, but he had traveled with them long enough to know; something had reminded them of Pre-War times, and they were being hit with the grief of losing it all over again. Months ago, Gage would’ve become impatient within minutes and insisted they get moving, that there was time to grieve later.

Instead, Gage braced himself to sit on the rocky ground, fully prepared to protect them in case something snuck up while Sole was distracted. Weapon resting across his lap, Gage sat back and kept his eyes on their surroundings.

Hancock:

“Uh… everything alright, Sunshine?”

“Hancock, everything’s different.”

He knew that tone. “Yeah, Sunshine I know.” He sighed and joined them on the ground. “What is it this time?”

The question wasn’t impatient, but instead genuinely curious and concerned. “The stars.”

“The stars changed?”

“Yeah. There, um,” They pointed. “The Big Dipper used to be there.”

“Big Dipper?”

Sole took his hand from where it rested on his lap and spread his palm. Then, they grabbed pebbles from the ground and arranged them. “The Big Dipper. The stars looked like that, and you could pick them out of the sky because of the shape it made.” They traced the path between the pebbles as an example.

“Oh. I’m sorry, darlin’.”

Sole smiled, bittersweet, and swiped the pebbles from his hand, watching them clatter to the ground. They sighed. “Me too.”

MacCready:

Mac wasn’t one for wasting time, but after Sole had gone out of their way to take care of his problem with the Gunners, he found himself biting his tongue more often than not when he wanted to complain. They didn’t do anything without reason, but sometimes it took him a while to figure out what that reason was. This time, he just asked, “Sole?”

“Sorry, I–” They cut themself off and turned.

If MacCready knew any better, it looked like they were checking their surroundings, the same way they would when staying alert on a job, but their gaze was directed at the sky. That made no sense. “The stars aren’t the same as they were before.” Sole sounded breathless, and a little horrified.

“How is that even possible.”

“I don’t remember the science behind it, but after a while the stars change. A hundred years from now, they won’t look the same as you remember them, either. They…” Sole trailed off, shaking their head.

No matter how hard they searched, there was nothing familiar left in the inky black of the night sky. Abruptly, they stood, startling Mac, and brushed off their clothes. “Let’s go. I can’t– I can’t look at it anymore.”

Nick:

“Doing alright, Sole?”

“The stars are different, Nick.”

“I know.”

There was an understood air of pain between them. Sole had everything they knew ripped away from them, and Nick had memories that didn’t belong to him. He missed a world he was never a part of. “When did you realize?”

Nick sighed and lowered himself to the ground next to them. “Oh, after I got away from the Institute. That night, it was hard to travel because I kept getting these flashes. Nick Valentine’s memories, but I didn’t know that yet. But everything was so strange and familiar at the same time. And eventually, I just collapsed and I happened to look up and… it was different. I’d never even seen it before, but it was different.”

Sole had tears in their eyes, hardly suppressed, their teeth gritted. They gave him a short smile and a nod, an acknowledgement of the understanding between the two of them, and squeezed his hand. The pair sat there and watched the stars, and tried to re-familiarize themselves with the world they’d been thrown into.

Piper:

“Everything alright there, Blue?”

“Yeah, sorry. It’s just…” Sole shook their head, confused. “I’m trying to find some of the constellations and they’re just… gone.”

“Gone?”

“Yeah. I guess it was bound to happen, you know. But shit. They’re just gone.”

“Nat likes to stargaze. She’s got a whole book of constellations she’s made up– you should ask her sometime.”

“Yeah?” Sole laughed a little, fighting the way their heart was sinking.

“Yeah. I think you both would enjoy it.”

Sole released a deep breath and nodded. “We can clean it up and make a new book of constellations– spread it across the Commonwealth.” They laughed wholeheartedly this time.

Preston:

“General?”

“Sorry, Preston. I just– when did the stars change?”

“When did… sorry, what?”

They looked at him, somewhat startled themself, before realization dawned. “You wouldn’t know. Right.”

“I’m still not sure I know what you mean.”

“The stars looked different before the War. I just– I never thought about them changing. It’s just one of those things you never expect. The sky is the sky. It doesn’t change. It’s not supposed to.”

They both ignored the way Sole’s voice cracked in the middle of their last sentence. Preston stepped closer, but stayed standing. “Take your time, General.” He said quietly.

X6-88:

“Mx, is something the matter?”

“Did the Institute ever notice that the stars are different now?”

X6-88 seemed taken aback by their question, if the slight tilt of his head was anything to go by, but recovered quickly. “Yes. It was not considered a priority, but one scientist did write a small journal about his findings, and it has been updated throughout the years whenever a noticeable change takes place.”

“Do you think I could see it?”

X6 shifted. Whenever their voice took on that tone, it never failed to activate his protective protocols. He knew it didn’t make any sense. They weren’t in physical danger, it wasn’t necessary for him to protect them, but nonetheless, he felt that prickle of help them travel across his skin. “Yes. Of course.”

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charmstwit · 2 months

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Is it still weekend? Can you give us some Regulus getting annoyed with Pandora not being impressed with him being Lord Black and the respect that should demand. I love Pandora ❤️

Well... no. Not exactly. That would be terribly out of character for him. How about this instead?

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On the day that Regulus Black graduates Hogwarts, half the wix world arrives to kiss his ass and suck his dick.

The gifts and well wishes have been coming all week, bottles of wine and offers for surrogacy and more magical artifacts than he can ever hope to process. Kingsley has spent the week inspecting the gifts for boobytraps, and even the generous limits of his patience are stretched. But things only ramp up as graduation draws nearer. It seems the wix world is beside itself at the thought of Regulus leaving Hogwarts and officially taking his seat as the Patriarch of the House of Black.

Regulus has a headache about the whole thing.

At first it was almost fun, but as graduation nears and things reach a fever pitch, he can’t help but wish for it to be over. Kingsley and he are heading to Spain after graduation; Kingsley has promised to do some filthy things to him in one of the Shacklebolt ancestral homes, and Regulus couldn’t be more excited. Afterwards, they’ll settle in Kingsley’s flat for the summer, and Regulus will finally be able to schedule his own days instead of being harassed by teachers and classmates. It sounds magnificent.

If only he can get through graduation.

He doesn’t mind the ceremonies so much, the robes or even the ridiculous cap he has to wear. But he does very much mind his classmates bowing and bobbing as he walks by, plying him for favors, in some instances even kneeling at his feet–Barty Crouch, as if that will earn his forgiveness for being so closely aligned with Evan. A few of the lesser families sent first years to school this year, and Regulus has had a hell of a time refusing their commands without crushing eleven-year-olds who are just doing as they’re told.

By the time the afternoon is wearing on, and they’re finally to begin the graduation ceremony instead of the half-million pre-ceremonies beforehand, Regulus is tired. He has a migraine. His extended family is here on the school grounds. His brother, too, which is a much happier thought but Regulus feels a bit sick at the thought of them mixing, although he’s expressly forbade the worst members of the Family from speaking to Sirius. Remus has promised to alpha voice them straight to Hogsmeade if they tries anything. Still. Still.

Regulus finds himself tucked into an alcove near the Great Hall, trying to take a moment alone. When he returns to the din of the ceremony, he will need to be the Patriarch, but for just a few minutes, he wants to be Regulus, who doesn’t love crowds and feels tired around too much noise.

“Lord Black!” An eager voice calls, and Regulus schools his face neutral. He steps out of the alcove and spots Ursula Selwyn beaming at him. She’s his mother’s age; her youngest just started at Hogwarts this year, and has gifted Regulus so many sugar quills it’s ridiculous. Regulus hasn’t even bothered to explain that it’s Sirius who likes sugar quills, because it’s easier than sorting out what the Selwyns want from him. “Lord Black, I must congratulate you. It has been some years since a Patriarch of the House of Black graduated Hogwarts. Of course, no one is surprised that you managed to lead the House and attend to your schooling at the same time. Intelligence is a notable gift of the Blacks. Your father, Orion, has long been a smart man, which is why the House of Selwyn enjoyed working with him so much.”

How many words do you need to use? Regulus wonders to himself. He should create a spell to count the words people use, on average, when they ask him for a favor. Once he does, maybe he can spread word that the House of Black values brevity, and cut the word average down.

“...and of course that’s not counting your grandfather, and the wonderful work he did. Now, I must say that the House of Selwyn was so pleased with the choice of mate for you, and your… unconventional choice for your brother,” Ursula continues. “It makes one wonder about your cousin, Narcissa, and if she will be marrying again or–”

Regulus shakes his head once. “I do not wish to discuss the romantic life of my cousins. If you’ll excuse me, Lady Selwyn.”

“Oh, but isn’t it lonely for an omega?” Ursula says quickly. “And of course the House of Black will wish for heirs, and–”

A siren noise suddenly splits the air. Regulus recognizes it as the fire detection charm. Ursula must too, because her eyes widen in terror. “Excuse me,” she gasps before all but sprinting towards the entrance hall.

Regulus watches her go, grateful for the interruption. He’d rather burn to death that hear Ursula Selwyn pontificate on exactly who Narcissa should be fucking.

“Don’t worry, it’s fake,” a familiar voice says, and Regulus turns his head to see Pandora leaning against the wall, her wand in her hand. “The Selwyn estate burned down last winter. Thought it might get her to move on.”

“Thank you, Pandora,” Regulus says with a sigh.

“People really have a lot of opinions on who your family members should be shagging, don’t they? That’s the third proposal I’ve heard this month,” Pandora says.

“Unfortunately,” Regulus says, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Worse for the omegas, but you should’ve been in the girls dormitory when your bonding became public news. Half our year was in a sulk,” Pandora laughs. “Though I don’t know if they were hoping for you or for Kingsley.”

This is dangerous ground. With anyone else, this kind of familiarity would be a trap. And anyways, Regulus shouldn’t allow anyone to speak this way of the House of Black. It’s beneath them. But it’s been over a year since his investiture, and Pandora has yet to ask him for a single favor. She might be alone in their year in that regard.

She must see the worry on his face, because she rolls her eyes. “Calm down, Regulus. I don’t want to marry you, or your cousin. And I don’t need the House of Black’s money.”

“What do you need?” Regulus asks.

Pandora shrugs. “A reason to get out of the Great Hall for a while. It’s loud in there.”

“It is,” Regulus agrees tentatively. “I… prefer quieter spaces, myself.”

Pandora nods. “Me too. My head feels too full with all those voices. Sensory overload.”

Regulus lets out a breath. “Indeed. It makes one feel quite sick.”

Pandora tilts her head to the side, a long cascade of blond hair spilling off her robes. “Are you autistic as well?”

Regulus shakes his head. “No. Are you?”

Pandora nods. “Yeah. Part of why the noises are so overwhelming.”

“Oh,” Regulus says. He isn’t quite sure what that means, but he has a sense that Pandora has shared something important with him. “Thank you for telling me.”

Pandora’s mouth quirks up in a smile. “You’re welcome. If you want, I can show you this spell I created. It turns the volume down on things. You’ll still hear what people say, it’s just not so overwhelming.”

Regulus hesitates again. He knows if he says yes, Pandora may ask him for a favor. But it would be helpful, nevertheless. “What can I do for you in exchange?” he asks.

“That must be a tiring way to live,” Pandora says. “I’ll give it for free if you stop assuming I always have a secret motive for talking to you.”

“Do you not have an ulterior motive?” Regulus asks.

“Not really. Besides, if I wanted something from you, I’d just ask you to your face. I wouldn’t bribe you with a spell first. Now do you want to hear it?”

Regulus nods. Pandora pulls her wand and swishes it lightly. “Garritus minimus,” she says, and even from here, Regulus can hear the din of the Great Hall lessen. His shoulders ease down from his ears.

“Thank you,” Regulus says.

“You’re welcome,” Pandora says. “Shall we get back to the ceremony?”

Regulus nods, and they walk towards the Great Hall together. Just before they reach the doors, Regulus clears his throat. “I’m going to Spain after graduation.”

“That sounds lovely! I’ve been to Madrid twice, but I’d like to go again,” Pandora says. “The Prado National Museum is glorious. Much better than the British Museum, if you ask me. The layout is better, and the food is much better, and it’s not just stolen exhibits from other countries, and–”

“When I get back, would you like to meet my partner and I for dinner sometime?” Regulus asks.

Pandora tilts her head again. “Could I bring Xenophilius?”

“Of course,” Regulus says.

“Sounds like a plan,” Pandora says cheerily. “We love double dates. And board games. Have you ever played Dungeons and Dragons?”

“What?” Regulus blinks quickly. “You have a dragon?”

Pandora laughs. “Not quite. You’ll see. But first you have to go wow everybody by graduating like the rest of us.”

“Right,” Regulus says. “Right. Let’s do that first.”

#stay with me #stay with me universe #ask box #swm 1k ask game

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childhoodtv-kalimthefairy · 7 months

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RidoAce week Day 1

Day 1: Childhood/Family

Yes I have a fic accompanying this drawing that took 3 hours and somehow ended up shitty. Also yes I’ll be doing both for each day, I am dedicated to this. I blame @writesology for getting me hooked on this ship. Anyways, Enjoy :)

When Riddle thinks about his childhood, he wouldn’t say it was a particularly exciting one. Really, it was more like a routine, he never had time to play with other kids because he was either studying or practicing magic. He remembered how he’d look outside his window, seeing kids playing and think to himself “Why would they waste there time? They don’t have a lot of time in life, why not dedicate it to preparing for a good future?”

Thinking back on it, he realized how idiotic it was. He didn’t know that though, at least until he met Trey and Chenya that fateful day. He remembered how they urged him to come outside to play with them, how that turned out to be one of the best decisions he has ever made. That day, for the first time, Riddle felt like a kid, a type of kid he read in his stories. Of course, everything must come to an end, that for Riddle was when his mother found out and banned him from independent studies. After that, for a few years, he forgot how it was like to be a kid.

Then he went to Night Raven College, where he reached the rope really quickly. Still, he wasn’t well liked, his temper and stricklier for the rules wasn’t something people liked. And for a while, he was fine with that.

Until he Overbloted.

In hindsight, he should’ve seen it coming. How all the repressed emotions, over use of his magic, and his general unhappiness made him finally reach his breaking point. Funny enough, the way he broke wasn’t cause of pressure, it was cause a loud-mouth first year decided that he had enough.

Ace Trappola. At first, he really did think Ace was attractive. Tall, beautiful eyes and seemed charming enough. Of course after eating his tart, Riddle decided he didn’t like him. He was a annoying, loud- mouth bother to him and he couldn’t see why he thought he was pretty.

But…After he overblotted, apologized to everyone and threw an unbirthday party, Ace seemed to warm up to him. Riddle, upon noticing this, found he didn’t mind.

As the months passed by, he found he really couldn’t shake the thought of the first-year out of his mind again. Everything Ace did, he noticed and it drives him crazy how he keeps finding them endearing. He wishes he could just squash those feelings down every time he talks to Ace, or sees him smile, or just being him just made his heart flutter.

He thought at the time that it would’ve been impossible for him to love him. They were so different, not just that but they had such a weird relationship, friends? Maybe? Something else. He wasnt sure at this point…

But then, much to his shock, Ace confessed.

It was when they were doing homework, Riddle helping him with a particular math question, when Ace told him.

“Dormhead, I really cant keep it to myself anymore, but i like you.”

And after that, it was history. Genuinely, the last 2 years in NRC had been one of the best years of my life, i felt like a kid again. Ace even gave me a promise ring at when I was graduating…

And now, were living together, almost 5 years later with out-

“Dad!”

Riddle looked up from his writing, grinning at the child who stood infront of him. He had Ace’s hair and personality but Riddles eyes, piercing blue.

“Daddd, come one papa made some pasta for dinner! He made it pink! Pretty pink!” The child whined, tugging on his fathers arm. Riddle grinned at him, “Now that sounds good right now. Will you take me to him, Orion?” Riddle asked, picking him up and kissing his cheeks. Just as he said that, Ace popped his head into the room, a grin on his own face. “Come on you two, dinner is gonna get cold if you dont get out here!”

Riddle and Orion nodded, the child kept chanting “pasta” as they went to dining room. As they sat down at the table, Riddle couldnt help but reminisc a bit. I mean, he was writing a book about his life since all his mothers…unsaviory, practicies came to light. Plus, he wanted to have something to look back on. But he couldnt help but think how ironic this was.

As a child he was told to look forward, follow the rules, marry a woman and to act maturely. But here he was, sitting with his husband and child, chatting happily, not caring for the rules currently.

If he thinks about it, alot of this is thanks to Ace, Trey and the others.

He has alot to be happy about.

If he could go back in time, hed tell his youngerself to love himself a little bit more. Take risks and to not listen to his mother.

But, if he did he would miss all of this, wouldnt he?

#ridoace #ridoaceweek23 #ace trappola #riddle rosehearts #riddle x ace #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #fanart #twst #Yes there kids named orion #I will probably add him on epic musical AU I have going #Bro I love this ship #Kill me rn they are so cute #But the art and writing came out so shitty 😭

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mstrickster · 9 months

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Ok so prompt ideas, is that still a thing? If so here is one I've been wanting to use but got stuck on for adam x charlie:

"Can you please stop getting body checked! It's really stressing me out!"

"Ok, well if YOU don't like it..." (maybe a little eye roll here?)

Ok I love this. My mind is already buzzing. Hope you like it.

Adam’s head was spinning. He was dragging himself back to the bench after a vicious check from the Shark’s defenseman. Adam seemed to be his favorite target during this game. This was the third or fourth check he had dealt Adam.

“Bring it in Banks,” Orion directs, “I have half a mind to bench you for the rest of the game.”

“You can’t do that!” Adam argues, “This is the last game before the playoffs!”

“Calm down,” Orion says, “I am keeping you out for a bit so you can clear your head.”

“Thanks, Coach,” Adam says, relieved.

“Maybe if you’re on the bench for long enough Rodgers will lose interest,” Averman teases.

“Yeah I don’t know what it is about you Banskie but you sure draw the rough treatment,” Russ adds.

“You act like I encourage it,” Adam groans.

“Yeah, it must be tough to be the star player,” Averman jokes.

“Averman is quite bugging Banks and get on the ice!” Orion shouted.

“Yes sir, Orion sir!” Averman shouts and hurries off the bench, passing Charlie on his way out.

Charlie takes the seat that Averman gave up and turns to his boyfriend.

“What?” Adam asks, annoyed.

“Would you please stop getting body checked,” Charlie answers, “It’s stressing me out.”

“It stresses you out?!” Adam rolls his eyes, “Well I’m sorry YOU don’t like it.”

Charlie shakes his head, “Yes it stresses me out; seeing my boyfriend hurt is not on my list of things I enjoy.”

“Well being hurt isn’t on mine,” Adam huffs.

“Are you feeling ok to keep playing?” Charlie asks, concerned, “That last check sent you flying.”

“I’m fine, Charlie,” Adam retorts, “You guys act like I’m fragile.”

“You aren’t fragile,” Charlie agrees, “But you are accident-prone.”

“I’m not even that,” Adam counters, “Some people are just sore losers.”

Charlie snorts, “That’s what happens when you’re too good.”

“I practice,” Adam replies, “The rest of you should try it.”

“Excuse you I am the Captain,” Charlie argues halfheartedly, “You don’t get that title from being bad at hockey.”

“You also don’t get it by being humble either apparently,” Adam jokes.

Charlie laughs and slugs his arm around Adam.

“You are humble enough for both of us, babe.” Charlie teases.

“Clearly, it is not enough,” Adam retorts, “Looks like Rodgers might have found a new target.”

Charlie turns to look towards the ice where Portman was skating circles around Rodgers. All while taunting him and calling him names.

“Good,” Charlie replies, “He needs to pick on someone his own size.”

“I don’t think it will last once Orion lets me back on the ice,” Adam observes.

“I guess I’ll have to play Barrier then,” Charlie quips.

“You will do no such thing,” Adam deadpans, “Orion already warned you about that.”

“Fine, I’ll let you get pummelled,” Charlie smirks, “I can practice my despair when he knocks you unconscious.”

“Please, you would cry if I got knocked out cold,” Adam retorts, “Connie said you almost had a breakdown when I was tripped by number 16.”

“His skate could have sliced your leg!” Charlie reasons.

“And yet it didn’t,” Adam counters, “I have been playing hockey for years, I can take the hits.”

“I know I just wish the hits weren’t so brutal,” Charlie confesses.

“That’s hockey for you,” Adam reminds him, “Are you gonna let me go back out when Orion says.”

“I suppose so,” Charlie sighs dramatically, “I will just have to watch my love suffer.”

“You’re a dork,” Adam shook his head with a fond smile.

“Your dork,” Charlie replied cheekily, “You wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Adam rolls his eyes, “Maybe, I guess if I can’t have Gretzsky, I can settle for you.”

“You have questionable taste in men,” Charlie taunts.

“I know, I’m dating you.” Adam retorts.

Charlie laughs and leans their heads together.

“Banks, Conway!” Orion shouts, “Change it up.”

“Come on Banksie,” Charlie stands and offers Adam his hand, “Let’s win this.”

Adam grins and takes Charlie's hand following him back onto the ice.

#sar writes #banksway #my fics #I love my hockey idiots #mighty ducks asks

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agent-toast · 9 months

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entirety of my TUArtemis crossover headcanon so far

had to get this out and write it, it was bouncing around in my head for days

Includes most main characters of both The Umbrella Academy and Artemis Fowl :D

What I'm not obsessed who gave you that idea?

Pairings (NOT SHIPS)

Five & Artemis: Two short bois who constantly annoy each other, but tolerate each other decently well, as they find that Five/Artemis are one of very few people who have an equal level of intelligence and comprehension about things that they are interested in.

Five is both academically and emotionally smart. The latter is more developed than Artemis (in the first few Fowl books), for that matter.

Artemis finds most people less intelligent than him, but Five is one of those exceptions, similar to Minerva, except this relationship holds out.

Artemis: Five, where's my entire stock of Earl Grey Tea? Five: I threw it out the window. Five: You refused to give me coffee. Five: So now you will face my fucking wrath. Artemis: Artemis: Holly, Five is having a tantrum again. Five: IT'S NOT A TANTRUM IT IS DESTRUCTION OF THE ENTIRE WORLD

Five & Holly: What with Five usually being the oldest one in the group, he's going to feel a bit out of place when with the thousand year old (iirc) elf, Holly. But they probably get along as well as Holly and Artemis, though Five provokes Holly a lot more actively and easily than Arty.

On a slightly different tangent, Five can definitely 'see through' Holly's shield by slowing down time just a smidge. This works as a good plot point and makes Five just a little stronger than Holly in that specific area.

Holly: Five, when I first met you, I thought you were dumb and annoying. Five: And? Holly: You are. Five:

Allison & Juliet: Allison would be a nice older sister figure for Juliet. They're both good fighters, and I think they'd be a really wholesome lil pairing!

Juliet: You know, I wish I had that rumour power of yours sometimes. Allison: Why? Juliet: It'd make things a looot easier. Allison: Well, you don't have to rumour me into caring for you, just so you know. Juliet: Juliet: NO SERIOUS THINGS RIGHT NOW I ACCEPT ONLY FUN AND CHAOS Allison: OKAY OKAY

Luther & Mulch: Luther is just a mix of disgusted and confused by Mulch the entire time. Mulch enjoys toying with him :D

Luther & Butler: Butler definitely tells Luther that he's treating Five, who reminds Butler so much of Artemis, really badly. Sure, Five can be a bit of a pain in the ass most of the time, but he's still Luther's brother, and Luther should treat him as such. Butler would be the good parental figure to Luther that he never had.

Diego & Holly: HEAR ME OUT These two would be so badass during fighting scenes. Holly shielding in and out, helping Diego fight, while Diego curves his knives, making sure not to hit the shielded Holly. I want to watch that kind of fight scene so badly :DD

Orion & Five: Basically a wholesome, delusional ray of sunshine paired with angry swearing old man. This would be such an entertaining pair, and Orion would definitely get hit in the face with a coffee cup Five throws away.

Orion: Might I ask, what is it about your dear manequinn that draws you to her? Five: Her loyalty. Her kindness. Her compassion. Five: But most of all, her ability to keep silent when I'm busy. Five: Unlike you. Orion: I see, I see... Five: Can you not take a hint GET OUT OF MY ROOM

Orion & Viktor: The epitome of wholesomeness. Viktor would finally get the older, more knowledgable sibling figure role as he takes care of Orion. He'd be so sweetly confused by Orion's ramblings of middle earth tales, but perhaps play along with him. And Orion would listen to Viktor's violin solos quietly and admirably. This is a relief for Holly as well, she can escape from Orion's constant romantic drivel being spouted at her all the time.

Orion: The beautiful princess, the young maiden, the heroine of the ice, my dear Holly Short... have I told you about her, perchance? Viktor: About 60 times before, yes. Orion: Ah. It is not a bother for you, I hope? Viktor: No, you can tell me again.

comment or reblog with tags if you want to see my opinions on your pairings!

#five hargreeves #five tua #the umbrella academy #tua #artemis fowl #holly short #fowldom #domovoi butler #luther hargreeves #allison hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #juliet butler #mulch diggums

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lovesosweeet · 6 months

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter fourteen

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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august 7, 2018 los angeles, california orion

One week since Calum left and I don't know how I can miss him more than I do right now. I know it's only going to get worse. Everything is only going to get worse.

I'm finally not feeling completely like death, but my second chemo appointment is today, so that'll be changing quite quickly.

Now that I've been to a chemo appointment, I know what to expect. Today, I pack my fluffy blanket that Crystal got me, my worn out copy of Catcher in the Rye, headphones, and a phone charger. I'm dressed in my only pair of joggers and a crop top with Cal's Real Madrid hoodie tied around my shoulders to wear inside the hospital. I make three coffees: one for me, one for Emelia, and one for Ron. I put mine in a spill proof bottle so I can put it in my bag and carry the other two.

I watch Emelia's location, waiting for the blue dot to get close enough to me that I can go downstairs and meet her out front when she pulls up. After giving Duke a kiss on the nose, I head out, taking the elevator down to the lobby and dropping Ron's coffee off at the desk. He's on the phone but he smiles gratefully and mouths 'thank you' while I keep walking past him, seeing Em's car right outside already.

Emelia fills me in on her morning. Her roommates have been slacking on their share of the dishes and she's been annoyed. It's typical stuff, and I feel like she always has the same gripes in her life. I'm somewhat jealous of the cyclical nature of her problems. Mine aren't even on the same road. I was jolted from a life of LSAT stress and classes to a life of IVs and sterile hospitals and a death sentence.

By now, she knows exactly how to get to the hospital and drops me off in front of the door.

"You're done at 3?" She asks, confirming when she'll come back.

"Yeah, 3, but I can wait a while if that's too early." Her shifts normally end right at 3, and I don't want her to leave work early to pick me up. I don't have anything else to do, so I can just wait until she's done with work.

She swats at the air to mean 'that's nothing' and I fight the urge to tell her to stay at work. "I'll be here at 3. I love you, let me know if you need anything."

She rolls up her window before I can say anything, so I turn around and enter the building. After checking in, they do another blood draw and take a handful of other vitals before I walk back into the room of armchairs. I don't get a welcome sign today, but there are cookies and juice again.

I sit in my chair and put on the hoodie I brought, throwing my blanket across my lap. I pull up my sleeve so they can put the IV in, and again, I can't look. I instead look to my left, just trying to find something else to focus on, and instantly regret it.

About six seats to my left — all of the ones in between are empty — is Macy. She's in a similar state, wearing a hoodie with sweatpants, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, and headphones in her ears. She's staring straight at me with her eyes wide, probably in disbelief. There's no getting out of having a conversation with her. She's seen me and she knows I've seen her.

I turn to stare straight ahead, accidentally meeting the gaze of the old man sitting across from me. I end up squeezing my eyes shut so I don't have to look at anything while they insert the IV. When I feel the nurse put the tape over it, I reopen my eyes and pull my sleeve back down.

"Is it okay if I move a few seats down?" I meekly ask her.

A brief moment of confusion flashes in her eyes, but she nods. "Yes, of course, do you need help?"

"No, I'm fine."

I stand up, clutching my blanket around my shoulders, slinging my tote bag onto my arm, and wheel the IV with me while I walk toward Macy. She smiles at me when I'm next to her, sitting in the chair directly next to hers.

"Hi," she says quietly.

"Hi."

I then realize I have no idea how to start the conversation or what to say. It seems that both of us have withheld some information, but the pieces of Macy's story start to fit together.

She's visiting her parents, who happen to have an apartment near UCLA's hospital.

She's taking a gap year, indefinitely.

She wants to be a doctor.

Macy has cancer, and I bet she's had it for a long time. I bet her parents don't live in this part of LA normally, they just stay here when she's in treatment. That's why she said they sort of live in the building, because they aren't full-time residents.

Macy has cancer.

The facts sink in and then I get more and more questions. Is it bad? Terminal? Has she been in treatment for long? Has she had it her whole life?

"I have leukemia," I say, breaking our silence. I'm quiet, nearly inaudible, but I have no doubts that she heard me.

"I'm so sorry," Macy whispers back, sounding devastated. "I had no idea."

I chuckle. "Yeah, I'm not really advertising it." I look over at her and she's nodding.

"I totally get it," she admits. Her face is somber and wistful, so thoughtful and hard to really pin how she's feeling. "I've been in and out of treatment since I was five."

When I open my mouth to tell her that I'm sorry and ask what kind of cancer it is, she cuts me off.

"I've gotten tired of the instant pity I get when I tell people I have cancer, so I just don't really tell people," Macy explains. "Eventually I do. I just don't want people to only be nice to me because I'm sick. I want them to be nice to me because they like me."

"I like you."

I understand what she means. It's the same way that Calum feels: people are nice to him just to get closer to fame, a good connection, a few thousand followers. They aren't nice to him because they like him. Of course, it's different for Macy. People aren't being nice to her because they want something from her. They're nice because they feel bad.

"You're like the nicest person on the planet, that doesn't count."

"I'm an average level of nice."

Macy laughs. It's a genuine laugh, which is a nice sound for the current setting. "Sure, if that's what you want to believe, but I disagree. You're truly the kindest person I know."

I don't want to sit here and argue with Macy about my level of niceness and kindness, so I decide we should drop it at that.

"Calum likes you too," I add.

She scoffs and then giggles again. "I'm sure you had nothing to do with that."

"He likes you! I promise!"

"I'm not doubting that, but I have no doubt you put in a very good word for me," she says. "But also, I love getting to know both of you, so I'm not complaining."

"I'm really glad we ran into you in that elevator," I confess. "I'm glad you're in our lives."

"See? Nicest person I know."

I go to punch her in the arm but am reminded that I'm tethered to the IV and there's a tube that moves along with my arm. It pulls me back to our reality, and I think it does Macy, too.

"How long have you been in treatment?" Macy asks.

"Today is my second one. First was last Wednesday."

Macy does a sharp intake of breath. "You had your first treatment and were still able to go get coffee with me on Sunday?!"

I nod.

"Dude, everyone I've ever seen go through this stuff is completely knocked off their feet by the first round. You're tough as shit."

Her words warm my heart and I'm grateful that she is able to see something good out of this hardship. Some days I feel strong, but mostly, I feel weak. Too weak to live my own life. Too weak to tell Calum the truth. Practically too weak to take care of Duke.

"I can't believe you started treatment right as they left for tour. Calum didn't want to stay with you?"

There it is. The part of the conversation I don't want to have.

"Um... he, uh, he... I — I didn't tell him."

Macy is quiet while she processes what I told her. I can tell she's shocked, and based on what I know about her, she would've normally yelled or screamed something, but because we're in a hall of people getting treatment, she holds it in.

"You suddenly make a lot less sense to me, but I'm not even sure what else to ask, so we can leave that there if you don't wanna talk about it."

Now I'm surprised. She's just able to drop it?

"Uh, are you sure?"

She smiles tightly. "I trust that you have some very thought out reasons for making the choices you do."

"So you won't tell him?"

Macy shakes her head. "That's not my place."

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a/n: oooooo macy!! surprise!!! in the original of this story her name was callie and idk why i did that bc CAL and CALLIE is too much. they met on the oncology ward in the OG but i liked this idea better for some reason haha.

i know this is a cal fic and there's no cal in this chapter lol it's FiNE itS FOR The PLOT OKAY

that said i am working on a new chapter that has calum in it n it's a flashback hopefully coming to you in a few hours OK THX love u bye

#5sos #luke hemmings #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #ashton irwin #fanfiction #fanfic #5sosfam #5sos fanfic #calum imagine #michael clifford #better left unsaid

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lazypanartist · 2 years

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A fun bonus to the Starsick thing to kinda add a bit more Romance--

"So...why do you like stars so much?"

Michelangelo was currently the only one of the brothers awake. Donatello had curled around a pillow and passed smooth out, Leo was draped over one of Mikey's legs, snoring quietly while Raphael had rested his large head on your gut and drifted off listening to your rambling about the pictures you'd make appear.

You paused, stopping your story about Vulpecula- or was it Lyra? He had begun to lose track, but he didn't mind.

"I'm sorry. Is...You're probably tired, am I keeping you up?"

(Am I annoying you?)

Mikey shook his head. "No, keep going, I just. I'm curious, yknow. What interested you in them?"

The question made you quiet for a while. Raph grumbled and shifted, and you continued your tale about Lyra-Lyra! Right.- while you pondered.

"It's...a bit cheesy, I think."

"Go ahead. You know I live for extra cheese."

He grinned as you snickered, eyes flicking away from the projected sky. He was amazed how, despite it being so late it was early, you didn't seem exhausted. You didn't stay up late being a ninja, after all.

(or maybe you did. All the best ninjas are those never known about and whatnot.)

"I think...it's the connection." At his confused look, you took a breath an elaborated. "I mean...The stars have remained relatively unchanged for...millions of years. This is the night sky my ancestors saw, and its the same one the dinosaurs perished under, and it'll be the same stars that I'll see in my grave."

The box turtle's eyes widened as you went back to staring up at the faux sky. It was littered with drawings from your pointer: Cygnus, Heracles, Orion...

"People who shared this view have always looked up in the stars and made...pictures. Shapes. Something so the night wasn't so vast and scary. We took the night and made it a story to connect us with others and its..."

"Beautiful..."

You smiled at the other's whisper, unaware as he watched your eyes glint with love and adoration for these burning balls of gas millions of eons away.

"Exactly. It's just...something about how, no matter what, we've always felt love and care enough to make stories is incredible. And that...they change. They morph. The night sky does alter, stars die, new ones are born...but we always make new stories. It's...Love, you know?"

Mikey felt his fingers twitch before he slowly, quietly, slid his hand into yours, silent and understanding.

"...Do you...Want to make one? With me? I could draw it, and you could tell the story. I-If you want, that is."

You smiled and squeezed his two-fingered hand, passing over the pointer to the artist. "I'd love to."

AHHHHHHHH SO SOFT!!!

Just- the connections? Reader and Mikey?? The VIBES???

I'm exhausted right now, but- damn. Might have to go outside because of This..

#kana's chats #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise mikey x reader

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mariekavanagh · 1 year

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Good luck for your oral exam! (even though you most likely will see this after you have finished it,)

How close are you from becoming a professional veterinary nurse?

Also, this might be very selfish of me to ask but (only) if you have the time could you make a short vignette relating to the blacks, I'm so thirsty for this type of content. Also, I think you're a brilliant writer and I love your stories! (you don't have to reply to this if you don't want to) sorry for my bad english I'm not native.

Thanks for the luck, it must have come in handy, because I passed my exam! Truly thought I'd failed it but apparently I did something right after all.

I just have my final practical exams in June to go, and then I'll finally be able to register as a veterinary nurse :)

I haven't yet gotten back into the swing of writing properly, but I do have a snippet I can share with you, which was originally meant to be released around Christmas a couple of years ago but I never did get round to properly finishing it. In spite of this, I hope you enjoy it :)

25th December 1959

The sound of the church bells chiming in the near distance caused the baby in Walburga’s arms to stir in his sleep. Walburga shot an annoyed look in the direction of the window beside where she sat in the corner of the nursery and clutched her son tighter to her, giving him a gentle squeeze to reassure him.

“It’s alright, it’s only the church bells,” she murmured to him. “Quite the annoyance, I know, but what can we do? It is Christmas, after all”

In many ways, this Christmas morning bore an almost identical resemblance to the previous three Christmases of Walburga’s married life. She and Orion had shared a traditional breakfast of smoked salmon and champagne, had exchanged their gifts before the Christmas tree in the parlour (a far more modest specimen compared to its counterpart in the drawing room), and had wished one another a happy Christmas with a peck on the cheek before parting ways to prepare for the day’s festivities.

Except, instead of heading straight back to her bedroom as she ought, Walburga had taken a detour which took her up a floor to the nursery. She’d hurried up the staircase, hitching up her skirts in her haste, a smile creeping across her lips.For unlike the last few Christmases, this year Walburga had far more reason to be in good cheer. The most joyous of reasons.

Sirius Orion had been fast asleep when she’d arrived. At not yet two months old, there was little else he did besides sleep. Though when he was not in a state of peaceful slumber, he was already proving himself capable of kicking up quite a storm, when something was amiss or otherwise, if his nursemaid was to be believed.

And what with the silencing charms placed around the room to prevent his cries from disturbing the rest of the house, Walburga was left with little choice but to believe the girl’s reports.

The sleeping baby stirred as Walburga reached a hand into his cot to stroke the soft wisps of black hair coating his head, letting out feeble whimpers as he awoke.

“Here, ma’am, let me. He won’t settle for ages if he properly gets going”

The nursemaid, a young, rough spoken Londoner - a slip of a witch, at barely twenty - attempted to place herself in front of the child’s mother to take over. A grave mistake.

“That won’t be necessary” Walburga said sharply, her hackles raised defensively as she stood firm, guarding the spot directly in front of her child. “I will sit with him for a while. I presume you have some other tasks to be getting on with, in the meantime?”

Having received her dismissal in no uncertain terms, the girl paused for a moment before uttering a stiff “Yes, ma’am” and bobbed the slightest of curtsies before leaving the room. Her attitude teetered on the brink of impertinence, in Walburga’s view. She supposed the silly young witch was feeling a tad put out at having her request for two days’ leave to make the journey to the far east of the city to visit her family for Christmas refused. Surely she knew that such a thing would be out of the question when she accepted the position, Walburga thought to herself as she lifted Sirius out of the cot and into her arms. He let out a sleepy whimper at the movement before settling against her, quietining once more. Of course, there was always the option of hiring a replacement nursemaid for the duration of the girl’s absence, but Walburga had been extremely reluctant to even consider it. She’d scarcely begun to fully trust this one with her infant son’s care.

With the still-sleepy Sirius cradled in her arms, Walburga crossed the room to sit in the armchair in the corner, by the window overlooking the snowy rooftops of London.The baby had taken a few moments to settle once she’d sat down, long enough for Walburga to worry that perhaps she was holding him wrong, upsetting him in some way.

Don’t be absurd, she told herself firmly as she tightened her grip reassuringly. You are his mother. Of course you know how to hold him.

There she sat, in the quiet of the room, the silence broken only by the crackling of the firewood and the child’s occasional sleepy snuffles. This was the only place Walburga found true contentment anymore. Here, alone with her son, in blissful silence.

Until those accused church bells went off, that was.

Walburga felt a wave of anxiousness wash over her as Sirius began to stir again, disturbed by the noise.

“Shh, it’s alright” she tried to reassure him as he let out a little cry, holding him tighter to her. “Go back to sleep”

It took a few moments of persuasion, but at last, he began to quieten and settled against her once more. Walburga breathed a sigh of relief - but still she felt uneasy.

She was not looking forward to the day ahead. Before too long she would have to give up her moment of contentment and, as tradition dictated, depart for Noire House with her husband for the annual Christmas festivities, the main event of the day being the sumptuous feast of a Christmas dinner which the house’s small army of house elves had no doubt been slaving over since the early hours of the morning.

It was an event which Walburga found tedious at the best of times. From the endless parroting of seasonal well-wishes to the slowly-building tension within the room as her father’s jibes at her brother’s lack of a son within his brood became steadily less joking with each glass of wine, the entire day felt like one great charade each year. Feigning the impression of a big, happy family for the sake of the festive occasion, with not one person present ever willing to admit that the entire performance was built on the need to appear as one big, united unit as opposed to any of them being there as a gesture of genuine affection.

They were Blacks, after all. They didn’t do gestures of affection.

But surely, Walburga thought to herself as she stared down at her sleeping son in her arms, she ought not to care about any of that anymore. After four long, painful years, she had at last been granted the greatest of gifts. Her firstborn son and the next heir of the Black dynasty. This Christmas, Walburga Black had greater reason than ever to be filled with festive cheer.

So why, she asked herself as she tightened her hold around her baby, did she feel so wretchedly unhappy?

#walburga black #sirius black #the black family #the noble and most ancient house of black #black family fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #black family headcanons #my writing #fanfiction writing #asks #anon

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automeris-io-moth · 2 years

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The Helard and The Heretic.

“I can revive the fire, if you untie my hands.”

Marie turned her head to face the girl across her, laying, evidently uncomfortably on her side, wide brown eyes focused on her, digging into her skin even from afar, from across the thick rising smoke coming from the dying flames in between them, even through glazy eyes caused by the ash and the pecks and bits of brunt wood flying all around them. Yet, the Archaic God’s chosen refused to meet her eyes, even if it meant having them fixed down on the dirt, having exaggerated loops and turns around the place to get to something, as long as she could keep the vile sourness building inside her throat as the shivering form of the one not accustomed to such coldness still gazed her way with such mockingly understanding eyes.

It felt unfair, if she was to be honest, she had no right to understand was the thing being said into her ear, lingering as a thought in the back of her head, growing stronger and more difficult to push further into ignorance, each time she tried to do it. So she kept the upset, the unsettling feeling inside her gut mimicking something close to anger born from thinking herself pitied, buried still inside.

“That jacket is a mere decoration, it’s giving you no warmth,” Jordan said, sighing out when getting no answer “let me please revive the fire, I’m not gonna run, I don’t know where we are, I don’t know where the terrain claimed by your patron ends so I cannot call for my Father.”

Silence still.

Jordan sighed yet again, turning over the sleeping back she laid over, looking up to face the night sky. At least that was the same one she saw at the haven, of course, in the middle of nowhere where the light of the city bottered no luminary, leaving it all open to free sight. She had once traced a constellation map on a handcrafted journal The Deity had gifted to her once long ago, and she used it to entertain herself, the easiest things to draw, she said, when one had no talent to do so. It was useful too, when the night felt heavier than usual, when the responsibilities and the inherent stress of such a position, and unwanted one more even, fell too heavy to bare on, not only for her, but the unimportant chit chat about the star kept everyone at ease, even the Father God once, though she still doubted if it was true interest or mere show for support.

The stars were as easy to read that night. The sky was open everywhere where the thick smoke did not reach.

“That one there is Orion,” she said, aiming to keep her voice assured, lifting her hands tied together by the wrist to the sky “follow it from Betlegeuse, that one close to the moon, from it goes up, then down to it again as you follow right, down, left.”

“Stop.”

Said Marie, voice unsure of her own sayings. Sounded more tired than annoyed, yet the Herald could not tell for certain.

She gulped.

Both girls stayed silent for a moment more, a moment that crossed through as eons, and in looking for something Jordan could fake being checking, being occupied with to make things less awkward, even if only the idea sounded far more than ridiculous in the situation given, still without any success, they finally met eyes.

Then, they were stuck there, gazing at each other. The Herald smiled as kindly as she could, aiming to give sympathy.

Marie stood up, pushing the piece of polished wood behind her, approaching her with loud stomps over the dirt, kicking the dust and ash. She leaned down, kneeling to reach her, taking a tight, cold grip to the other girl’s loosely closed fists held together by the rope. When the knife was pulled out again Jordan could not help flinching back, recognizing the light tingle of the moon shine reflecting over the blade. The Heretic's blue eyes watched her holding back a whimper, swallowing when she met the trunk behind.

The ropes were cut.

“Relight it then.” she said, plopping down on the dirt, over the end of the sleeping bag, with a tud.

Jordan hummed an affirmative, crouching to the bonfire.

“Did he give you fire powers?” she asked, genuine interest under her breath.

The girl blew through her halfly closed fingers to red burning coal, sweeping away the accumulated ash around, grabbing new wood from the pile beside.

“No, he did offer them though,” Jordan said “but I’m afraid this is just my liking for camping working here.”

“...you like to camp?”

“Yeah, I used to do it all the time before being chosen. I’m guessing you like it too, considering there’s a perfectly good cabin right before us, and yet here we are.” she joked, offering a light chuckle as if not to offend the other, if something dedicated had been touched in her words.

The fire cackled, and the girl smiled along.

“Not really, but the inside is colder and harder to warm up. I don’t really mind, but, well, you know.”

“Thank you, Marie.” the girl said, and the silence fell once again.

Jordan’s face felt warm again, a little too much when the flames burst out again, yet she thought it adequate, given before it was all smoke and cold air. All the fog before accumulating around their faces rose further up in the sky, the air finally clearing for them to breathe. She stood before the fire, facing the crouching one sitting where she before laid, watching her under her lashes, face looking down yet the blue of her eyes too bright to be hidden.

The Herald smiled at her, walking on the side of the bonfire to approach her, light steps over the grass, careful. The Heretic flinched back at the closeness of the other, sinking further into the soil, wishing she could dig a hole and be buried inside.

“May I hold your hands?” Jordan asked “maybe it can help while you acclimate to the fire.”

“Why would you want to do such a thing?” Marie gulped, eyes still wandering around “I’m doing all of this and you still dare to show this play-pretend kind of kindness to me. You will get nothing from my sympathy.”

“I know that,” she shrugged “I'm not gonna tell you I’m not trying to leave, I am, but not through you, I know you really have no say in this, for more he will try to convince you you do.”

In silence, the girl sitting by the trunk reached her hands forward, searching then for the other’s. In silence, the girl kneeling before her understood her wordless permission and cupped them into her own, brushing them softly trying to warm them.

“I’ve done things I didn’t want to, too, you know? An occupational hazard you could say.”

A mocking chuckle “You? We’ve all seen the Father God eating from your palm.”

“It took me an atrocious quantity of deeds, and unheard rebellion to convince him to stop the Mater from causing the apocalypse, doesn’t sound like him eating from my palm there.

“Well he didn’t immediately obliterate you with your rebellion.”

“He did choose me, if it was a conscious election he probably knew something of the sort would happen.” and once again, their eyes wouldn’t meet, but Jordan was not to force it then, just kept holding her hands feeling them warm under her touch “He’s not all that bad either, but I’m not the one to say he’s benevolent, I just accepted a while ago that when working with gods you just can’t measure them with your own moral compass, cause let me tell you they’re not gonna meet it.”

“But he’s nice to you.”

“He’s nice to all of us, every Elected. Quite fatherly so the title does fit him,” she continued, finally dropping down to be sitting in front of her, legs open on the outside of the other’s crossed ones “Just like the Mater is good to us, and believe me, she’s the nicest, loveliest being ever to her chosen, Matthew, and still, she craves a purging of all the rest.”

“I know it’s...I know it’s not right but I envy you for that.”

“It’s not wrong, Marie” Jordan said, pulling the other closer, slowly for if the Heretic wanted to back off. She didn’t. “It’s hard enough as it is, and something tells me you were never given the chance to even grieve what you lost.”

“Grieve?”

“Grieved the life you lost, the people,” she answered “all that cheesy stuff.”

“I have no right to do that, it was my fault, I did it, I called for him,” her voice raised, her legs tremble when her held hands could not “I wished for it when you all were chosen, I just wanted to run away or I don’t know, for something to happen. I was angry, I was so fucking bored and I just wished for what you had. I still do it seems.”

Her head fell down to the other’s shoulder.

The other’s hands were just too warm as they ran up and down her tangled hair, already grown out of control, without shape or purpose falling over the middle of her bag. How her nails scratched unimaginably gently her scalp when not pushing softly her neck down to rest back again where it was when she aimed to lift it, not forcing it but encouraging her to leave it.

It was too warm.

“It was my fault, Jordan, I have no right to…”

“You have all the right. We all daydream, I, too, always wished for something else, it’s normal, we all do it. But you did not choose this, I don’t want to hear you blaming yourself again, Marie.”

And Marie cried when her name was called. Head buried in the other’s shoulder and nails digging so tightly to her sweatshirt they scrapped the skin of her back. She was shaking, then uncontrollably, her teeth chattering to the other, this time not because of the cold, she cold she seemed to forget for that fleeting moment.

“I can see my mom again, I can’t go back there because the people...the people will hurt her if they see me with her.”

Jordan tightened the embrace, without nails and never in full force, just secure, firm.

“You’re brave for protecting her at your expense, but I’m sorry you have to” she said, hearing the other whimper against her neck “How is she? Did you get your eyes from her?”

Marie shook her head against the other’s chest.

“My grandpa’s” the other muttered, breathing harsher between words.

“Well you grandpa had really pretty eyes, may I say so.”

A different vibration runs up her chest, the most untraceable giggle she was to ever hear.

“You’re my age, aren’t you? Rounding 20?”

“21”

“And college? What did you want to study?”

Her eyes burnt too much by then, the coldness of the air was only stopped by the figure of the girl holding her, and with the evaporating scent of ashes and burnt wood the smell of pine and humid dirt were at their crescendo, even if it was long ago the last time those mountains had smelled as such. It was calming, new winds, quite literally she laughed at the thought, and if it was to end, because it was to end, that was a certain promise, a real event to happen even if Marie wanted nothing but to ignore its approach, she was to make the best she could of that.

Much less awkward, she cheered herself on, than she thought it would be. And never in her life would she have imagined herself there and then, in that moment, in that place and within the hold of the person who held her.

Her whole body shook, uncontrollably so, as she dipped further in, crying openly to the other’s sweatshirt, a darker shade of yellow forming on the fabric.

“I was admitted in Julliard”

“Julliard?” Jordan did nothing to hide her tone of surprise “That’s...that’s amazing, you must be such an artist, I bet it’s violin”

“Fine arts, dance.”

“Close enough.”

There was no answer other than a nod and a loud sniff.

“Will you perform for me some time? I would love that.”

Lately everything I've uploaded has been new pieces, but this time I wanted to try something I wrote about a year ago, and at the time and now, I really like.

It's a more or less long piece (around 45k), but for now I think only one part is fine, the rest is too much worldbuilding haha.

But well, I hope you like it.

(Hey, by the way, I've noticed that the posts explode when it's the middle of the night for me, that, during the day there are ten likes and between 1 and 5 am, boom, 50. I find it funny, I don't know if it's because of the time difference or because in general Tumblr is quite nocturnal)

That was it bai <3

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