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frederickthegreat · 4 years

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my thoughts on TUA season 2

(spoilers, obviously)

- opened with Klaus and Ben, my kings. Klaus’s hair looks so weird straightened while short

- AWESOME opening soundtrack

- seeing all their powers so controlled makes me wonder how they leveled up to that skill in the alternate timeline. like the only time we saw Klaus use the powers of other ghosts in the correct timeline was when two of them caught him falling out of the sky. however Diego did end up controlling bullets and Allison used her voice to technically kill one of the Swedes

- the homeless man screaming Allison’s name alongside Luther... funny shit

- big teddy bear Hazel

- Elliot was fucking awesome i think he was a great addition as a side character. rip tho :(

- honestly i don’t understand why Diego would WANT to save JFK. like it’s not that big of a deal. does he not understand what messing with the timeline can do??

- Lila... impeccable

- Sissy and Vanya... impeccable <3

- yeah and fuck u Carl

- ugh, Klaus’s beard. disgusting <3

- Ben and Klaus definitely act like they should be, given that they’ve been stuck with each other for over a decade. i’ve seen some people calling Klaus an asshole for not telling his siblings about Ben, which is completely understandable (cause he was an asshole), but I’m guessing it was because he was afraid? that sharing Ben with his siblings would mean that he would lose him to them, or his siblings would find him selfish, or they would ask something of him that he couldn’t give. if that makes sense

- that ghost bitch comment was funny tho

- to the guy who called Klaus pretty boy at the bar: sir you don’t know what you’re getting into

- Raymond!! he’s such a sweetheart, i really liked him in the show. i’m really happy that Allison has found a bit of normalcy (as normal as the 1960s Civil Rights movement could be). it shows how passionate she is about what she believes in: even though she knows the movement is far from over, even back in 2019, she’s not gonna abandon it

- Allison staring at the moon every night: either thinking about Luther or how the moon blows them all up. maybe both

- of course Luther would be working for Jack Ruby

- awesome cinematography during the mental asylum escape

- yeah it makes sense that the Handler would still be alive. she was a cool villain. although it would’ve been awesome to see how evil a fish could be

- Diego’s plan was pretty stupid. that’s my boy

- honestly they revealed how Klaus started a cult really well by having one of his followers find him at jail. Klaus, ever the musical aficionado, of course writes his scripture based off of pop songs

- Raymond and Klaus meeting!! that was cool to see how their paths connected

- Lila painting Elliot’s toenails green. ugh i love that crazy bitch

- i LOVE how they incorporated the umbrella man!! tbh i’ve always believed he was the one behind the assassination. Lee Harvey Oswald was framed

- honestly a bit understandable that Luther was planning on killing Vanya? cause he had no idea who she is now, but them reuniting was actually really sweet. he’s grown up so much

- the Swedes and their cats.

- the Umbrella company building with the nuclear family mannequins... creepy, awesome shit

- baby pogo baby pogo baby pogo baby pogo

- shanked diego shanked diego shanked diego shanked diego

- did anyone else get vibes from Klaus’s episode opening that he was an escort to the old woman? like how he was being shown off at her arm or something and getting out of jail from a call from the governor. idk maybe the lady was just very taken with him, as anyone would be

- Elliot, our helpful king

- Allison and Klaus’s reunion was so sweet!! i’m so glad they got to interact so much more in this season

- Ben getting Raymond out through a haunting... hilarious

- sweet intimate moment between Lila and Diego

- Ray meeting Luther was hilarious, but i do feel for the poor guy. i mean i’m not in love with my adoptive sister but still

- the sit-in was really well done and beautiful while terrible. the ‘riot’ that ensued was very appropriate for today’s setting

- D-Dave

- honestly i was scared that Klaus was gonna be overly attracted to him or whatever, which would be weird cause he’s years younger than Klaus, but honestly, at the core he just wanted to save Dave’s life. even if it means never meeting him in a different timeline. he truly loved Dave. and that ptsd flashback was done so well

- i knew Lila wasn’t trustworthy but i didn’t REALLY expect that!

- Vanya and Luther talking with each other, Luther admitting the apocalypse wasn’t all her fault. beautiful

- the Majestic 12 reminds me of the conspiracy theory that only a few families control basically everything in the world. the Majestic 12 may be based off of that, idk

- idk about everyone else but Klaus’s scorpion and the frog story made total sense to me! frogs ARE bitches

- the diner scene.... ugh. it really shows that the two of them did fall in love and they did stupid in love things, like talking about their family, about why Dave wanted to join, favorite colors, favorite foods, etc. however that’s seen later on when Dave visits the compound

- yes it’s very disheartening when Klaus is attacked, but honestly i think it had to happen, just like the riot had to happen. the 60s weren’t a fun time for lgbt people and poc. it was only going to be a matter of time before the show HAD to acknowledge the consequences of Klaus’s ‘flamboyancy’ in 1963 Texas. it doesn’t make it right or easy to see, but it’s realistic.

- it also makes sense that Klaus fell off the wagon after experiencing something like that. yes we all would’ve liked him to stay sober, but sobriety and recovery aren’t linear.

- Allison is so happy with Ray can we please drop this pseudo-incest plotline let’s MOVE ON

- Texas Grace ! who is not actually Grace rip (i think? i was a bit confused lol)

- the scene with Harlan running off was really upsetting but we got to see those weird light particles that we saw in the first season

- Pogo Pogo Pogo Pogo

- Klaus being a dick to Ben again, as brothers do. i do feel bad for Ben though it must be sooo frustrating. that scene with him and Allison was really sweet and funny tho

- i just have to say that Luther and Diego are so fucking funny this season it’s awesome. like there are a LOT of good lines overall by everyone but they’re hilarious. “At least he didn’t shank my ass” “no bro, he shanked your heart”“Dads part of a sinister CABAL that’s plotting on killing the president.” “a caBAL?”“You two still a thing? *leans in* do we need to talk?” “No, she’s married.” “Woah dude... that’s rough.” and countless others

- the sibling reunion!!

- Klaus really does get left out of everything tbh

- Ben :(

- sisters and Klaus!! that was so awesome to see. and Klaus’s hairpins, Vanya saying she’s gonna tell Sissy she loves her, their dance sequence, Klaus calling Allison out on that incest. beautiful

- the fucking Swedish cover of Hello was PERFECT i mean i was sad for the Swedes but it was hilarious. there were a couple beautiful shots of the boat on fire though

- god it must’ve been so traumatizing for Allison to be thrust into such a hostile place with no voice and no way to contact her family

- idk about you guys but long live Team Zero

- calling Ben that he was becoming their father was a bit uncalled for

- the fact that Klaus didn’t help Dave’s chances, and in fact escalated Dave’s own timeline.. his trembling hands... robert sheehan is an amazing actor

- the Black president bit lmaoo loved it

- the way Reginald spoke to Diego.. i’m gonna throw hands with an old man

- Klaus LITERALLY looked like he was having a seizure and they all just... played it off??

- poor, poor Carl. nah fuck him lol

- that bloody opening scene was awesome! and thank god Five got to say fuck. the fact that it was about a candy bar makes too much sense

- Robert Sheehan acting as Ben: amazing showstopping spectacular he’s so talented

- the whole multiple Fives and Luther bit was honestly really funny, and i immensely respect smaller Five over bigger Five.

- yes Klaus, you survived a family of seven. you got this

- not sad about Carl dying one bit!

- Ben... that was such a beautiful scene. not just the content of the scene, but the cinematography. Ben fading away... Vanya hugging him... ugh. the main takeaway i had from that scene is that at the core of it all, Ben and Klaus love each other immensely. they have a weird, dysfunctional, fucked up relationship, where Klaus is an asshole and Ben definitely shouldn’t of possessed him without his consent, but they’re still brothers, and Ben forgives him.

- oof Ben’s funeral was hard. also was it just me or did Klaus’s kid actor sound weird? like it sounded like Robert was dubbing his lines

- all the siblings back together again!!!! Klaus going with Vanya to save Harlan!! Vanya telling him Ben forgives him and that it wasn’t Klaus’s fault Ben got stuck with him!! everyone in the car!!! be still my beating heart

- yeah didn’t see Lila having powers coming tbh. i really feel bad for her she’s had such a rough and traumatic life, especially with the Handler as her only parental figure

- the Swede brother and Five putting down their weapons: “enough.” the Swede wanted revenge for his brothers - an eye for an eye, but there was a mutual understanding between the two of them: they would do anything for their family. if the Swede hurts one of the Hargreeves, Five would never stop coming after him. i thought it was very beautiful

- mmm Reggie’s foreshadowing coming into play. proud of u Five

- the ending was so beautiful. everyone got closure in some type of way. except now Klaus is alone with nothing but his dog tags :(

- EMO BEN HAHAHA WTFFF?? is Lila in the sparrow academy? why was Ben’s portrait over the mantle piece? did Five disappear?? is the sparrow academy just older versions of the siblings who stuck around?? so many questions

FINAL THOUGHTS

- Ellen Page’s acting consistently blows me away. she is amazing

- beautiful cinematography, funny writing, pretty good acting. i didn’t like the soundtrack as much as i did the first season’s, but some of it wasn’t bad.

- i’m glad ben got peace, but i’m also glad justin min isn’t gone for good. his social media presence is too vital for us

- i swear to god if they keep treating klaus as a joke and don’t let him get any actual development like everyone else had (he barely got closure with Dave, he reconciled with Ben through a second party) next season, i’m gonna riot. PLEASE i want to learn more about his powers now that Ben is gone. what happened to seeing tons of ghosts when he’s sober??

- Luther and Diego were probably my favorite duo of the season, I’m so happy that they’ve reconciled and are bonding more.

- just seeing Vanya grow and be happy was amazing

all in all, really wonderful season. i probably liked it better than the first one. now it’s time to consume fanfiction and maybe finish my own (check out “god doesn’t want him and neither does the devil” on ao3!)

#the umbrella academy #tua spoilers #tua season 2 spoilers #the umbrella academy season 2 spoilers #the umbrella academy season 2 #tua season 2 #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #allison hargreeves #raymond chestnut #dave katz #diego hargreeves #reginald hargreeves

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beautifulterriblequeen · 4 years

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Impressions from TTM

Spoilers, spoilers everywhere. Just a big bulleted list of thoughts as I read through the graphic novel. Not a lot of detail included, so it’ll make a lot more sense if you’ve already read it yourself!

looks like Moonshadow elves cross the arms of the dead... when they have a body to bury

it’s nice to see that Rayla imagines Runaan with all his shirts, the way she last saw him

kinda looks like Rayla changed into her jammies right on her bed and dumped her clothes on that little table. maybe she’s afraid of letting the few things she actually possesses out of her sight

listen we get one little panel of Opeli in here and it’s great

Soren’s cape smacking Callum in the face, 10/10

Lujanne’s appearance out of nowhere, along with Allen’s is just adorable, she’s so sparkly. And also she can apparently just turn totally invisible with an illusion spell? Even at a new moon? Probably because of the Nexus I guess

Lujanne’s “Big strong man with big strong feelings.” She and Runaan have exactly the same type and I support them

Allen’s face when Lujanne says it aches to miss Phoe-Phoe

Callum eating off Rayla’s plate and wondering how Lujanne suspected they were a couple, hmmm

Soren and Allen bonding

Rayla warning Lujanne about hand disguises, as if that was something Runaan made very sure she knew

Rayla’s cute chaos grin when Callum’s Aspiro spell goes off is my favorite pic of her in this whole graphic novel

Lujanne’s “Oh.” afterward is my fave pic of her, too, she does not seem to handle reality well!

Bait’s tongue will never get old

Lujanne’s whole speech during Phoe-Phoe’s rebirth ritual is so touching and beautiful, my heart

Lujanne putting the newborn Moon Phoenix into Ezran’s hands, like she knows he’ll have the best connection with her

Callum’s tears as he reminds Rayla that Runaan killed Harrow, he’s trying to move on, but it hurts

Rayla’s self-soothing behavior when she has her second nightmare in the book--she must have these most every night :((((

the big symbol on the Moon Temple doors looks like a stylized Moon staff, like it’s a building for mages

Lujanne saying Rayla might not want or need the truth right after Callum mentions Runaan’s name to her, he sassily asks about her husbands and she turns it into a compliment

Callum’s big reaction to the moon opals is adorable. The only other one he’s seen was part of a pair of treasured gifts between long-time spouses, so it kinda looks like he’s all “uhh we just started dating”

also Ethari must’ve made cute metal swirly covers for the pair he and Runaan wore, since these two are undecorated--maybe he got his from Lujanne?

listen Lujanne is a hoot and all but she’s both an ally and an antagonist. Her actions are trustworthy but her advice is generally terrible. It’s an interesting parallel to how Runaan says a lot with his actions too, but he talks a lot less than Lujanne

Rayla yeeting herself into a fight just to ask Soren for a talk is 10/10 Moonshadow assassin goals

but her hood is up when she’s lurking in the trees--she might not have known where she’d find Soren and was anticipating something less fun on the feels-o-meter

Rayla in the mud again. Soren keeps making people fall in the mud

Allen’s grumpy squiggle

Callum, I love you, but you have no respect for moon opals. It’s like they wronged you in a previous life or something

that dancing elf has very long hair and shoulder pauldrons, and they start off dancing with six kneeling, watching, hooded elves around them--Moon Druids wore hoods even before they were assassins. Considering what Lujanne said about why the portal was sometimes opened, maybe those six kneeling elves are waiting under their emotion-hiding hoods to farewell a loved one who’s recently died?

can’t tell for sure but maybe the elf is dancing along the lines in the stone like they mark patterns for ritual dances, which would be the bomb

Soren and Rayla’s conversation is pretty wrenching. Seeing Soren have to struggle with what he did because it’s tangled up with Viren is rough because as a Crownguard it should just have been his duty to defend his king and he’d have nothing to feel weird about

Rayla dissociating herself from the term “assassins” and Soren dissociating from calling Viren “my father” in the same conversation is 10/10 excellent growth

Soren must know what happens to prisoners his dad gets a hold of, even if he doesn’t know the details :(((

“we captured him” and “Viren took him” seem to be talking about the Crownguard and Viren, not the brodigies and Viren

Rayla having a wooden sword at the end of the day bc she played swordfighting with Allen and Soren all day long

the panel where Rayla doesn’t say anything at all after telling Callum that she asked Soren about Runaan actually says so much, you can hear it

every time Lujanne’s white lies idea gets repeated, things get worse

Allen’s reading glasses, there must be one optician in the human village and he caters to soft kindly gentlemen of a certain age

in the moon phase montage, baby Phoe-Phoe is flying next to Ezran after one week at the Nexus. Maybe he’s paying her back by helping her learn to fly after she helped him teach Zym how to fly! Did they bond as tightly as Ezran did with Zym? I support Ezran just bonding with the most powerful flying creatures in all the land.

the irony of Callum using Lujanne’s tactics against her is amazing, but really the white lies thing is a giant ball of chaos in this story and it does not play favorites

Bait on the stone pillar during rebuilding

all the noises the Moonhenge makes are 10/10

Rayla dancing with Callum even though there’s almost no chance she’s ever done that dance before

Lujanne’s pupils going white, that is a cool effect, what’s it mean?

the black moon in the pink sky is so spooky! Is it just me or does the color scheme here kinda vibe like the space outside Aaravos’s library?

the smoky assassin squad, 10/10 creep factor, I love it

the lightning being a literal crack of doom with “CRAK-DOOM” as Katolis Castle appears, “echoes of thunder” indeed, very nice

Lujanne being mad but she can’t decide if it’s at Callum or herself

when she says pulling Rayla out now will leave her soul on one side and her body a husk. After the Insta live stream last night where we learned that soulfang serpents are Moon primal creatures, that’s... super interesting

smoky assassins go tssh in the rain like they’re still hot from being cremated, thanks I hate it

Andromeda finds Rayla first and seems closest/most aggressive so I wonder why she might hate Rayla more than the others

the assassins’ wrist bindings have gone red but they’re still attached and seem to trap the souls where they are. But all they need to be free is to perceive that Rayla completed their task, even though we know otherwise. So... would that work for killing any target? If you’re certain that you did it, does your binding fall off even if you’re wrong? eyes Pip

this must not be the actual afterlife since the spirits kind of mist up toward the moon and vanish, it’s more like a lobby, no one stays here unless they get stuck

portaling around just by shouting at villains, excellent

Rayla literally dropping a sword at the sight of the pod Viren’s in, yeah, it’s that creepy, I agree

Viren’s eyes are so black I think they’re Aaravos’s. I got a whole headcanon on Good Viren and Evil Viren for S4 now, wow

Phoe-Phoe pulling out a feather for Callum, awww my heart! This is why Ezran had to come, to bond with her so together they could save Callum and Rayla, it’s so sweet

so these humans are from the Storm Spire battle, bc that’s the Storm Spire behind Rayla and Callum on p108, with the rune-written arch. Did they die hating Rayla and Callum from the battle? Did they even know Rayla was up there? Or is pod Viren/Aaravos actually making them attack out of hatred for Viren’s death? One of these is definitely creepier and more awesome

Rayla’s confidence that Callum can and will boost her at the right moment with his magic, my heart, I love battle couples

that one panel that mirrors the Ghost Feather key art, hhhhhh

Rayla being the better swimmer, such precious irony, thanks Runaan

them holding hands and swimming upward together on the full-page panel is blessed

Lujanne pulling Rayla out of the lake with both arms gives me feels bc my grandma saved my life once

Lujanne being super soft over Rayllum, she is indeed a hopeless romantic

Rayla says “gone” about her parents and Runaan, and that’s the word Ethari used too, and I’m suddenly wondering if Ethari reached right into that pool and has always known that the lotus is half-submerged and if the sword he’s been making is for himself

I’m so glad Rayla told Callum what she saw of Viren

Rayla deceiving Callum and heading into danger alone because his life is more valuable to her than her own is exactly what Runaan did for her the night of the full moon in Katolis. I’m leaning toward her having thought this over and doing it on purpose bc she believes it’s a sign of deepest love--that Runaan’s actions and Lujanne’s words match up in her head, so she thinks it’s the right thing to do bc the mage and the assassin agree. Alas, Callum doesn’t understand the Moon arcanum yet, so he will have a different opinion. That mage and that assassin do not agree!

Rayla’s cloak has that Moon Temple symbol on its back. Is it Lujanne’s cloak? Any Moonshadow who sees it will probably know where she got it and who helped her. That could be fun!

#through the moon #through the moon spoilers #rayla #callum #rayllum #tdp allen #lujanne #ezran

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buckyreaderrecs · 4 years

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So Far Away: Chapter 1/?

Summary: Bucky Barnes doing what he does best. Saving. Loving. In this particular case, the object of both is you. (Bonus: Bucky Barnes happy, healing, doing really well!)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/reader Characters: Bucky Barnes Additional tags: mostly canon compliant (Infinity War and Endgame didn’t happen, Stark Tower still exists), possible future smut (who knows, not me), she/her pronouns, more tags/characters to be added with future chapters, hero Bucky Barnes, canon typical violence, warzone/disaster zone setting Warnings: possible triggers for anxiety, PTSD, grief

Note: I don’t know where I’m going with The Girl With Too Much Power (ideas welcomed) so here’s my other series. Feedback always encouraged and welcome. Thank ya’ll! xo Rhi

Tag list: just @darlingtholland lel

So Far Away Chapter 1 / ?

The city was crumbling and between the crashing sounds of buildings toppling, screams and cries were painfully audible. That wasn't the most terrifying part though. It wasn't the lifeless bodies lying in the streets or the sight of your mangled hand that were causing you to panic. It was that everything was happening somewhere else. The crumbling and screaming seemed so far away. If the action was elsewhere, so were the heroes.

Nobody was coming to save you.

For almost half an hour they'd ripped through the city unchallenged; nobody really counted the unified effort of the first responders. They never stood a chance against the enemy from above. It took ten minutes for The Avengers to hear about it. They were en route within another ten. Even with all that Stark tech though, it still took them just over eleven minutes to arrive, landing and launching into action.

You'd watched the heroes bounce off buildings and fly through the sky. They represented hope, but they couldn't save everyone.

The evacuation wasn't fast enough and whole blocks of the city were wiped off the map. By the time you'd crawled out of the rubble of yours, the trucks taking people to safety were long gone. In their wake, tire tracks in the dirt and dust, and bodies left behind to save room for the living.

You could walk, but terrified that someone… something… would circle back around, you dropped down behind a car that had been violently propelled across the street. Making yourself as small as possible, pulling your legs up to your chest and burying your face in your lap, you just listened. Thinking was too hard, and your thoughts were sure to be only dark and anxiety-inducing anyway.

It all seemed so far away.

Then, the tell-tale sound of trouble. No no no no no! you screamed in your head, covering your mouth with your hands to not let the terror out.

It was moving fast, but tearing everything up as it went. The sound coming from it was alien, but it still someone seemed like speech. It was communicating with the others. Then, you realised, it was looking for something. Sitting in a pile of bricks and glass, all you could do was hope to god that creatures from literal outer space didn't come to Earth in search of an old Ford.

Bits of debris came from over the car, rejected by the creature and cast aside. First, rocks and chunks of cement - too big for any human to throw so easily. They hit the building in front of you and shattered. A bad situation got worse when it dug deep enough to find the people who had been trapped under fallen buildings. Bodies flew over you, sometimes in parts.

After what felt like minutes but was only seconds, your entire body was shaking with abject horror. On the very cusp of losing consciousness from fear and blood loss, you heard one foreign sound. It was almost like a gunshot… but more… Star Wars-esque. It was immediately proceeded by silence.

Run! the voice in your head told you, but you were completely immobile.

"This thing's too damn light… Feels like a fuckin' toy," a human voice spoke. A pause for, presumably, a reply you didn't hear. "Yeah, it worked. Not the point." Another pause. "Call me that again, Stark and I'll-" The speaker abruptly stopped his conversation.

You hadn't heard him arrive. Unsurprisingly, you did not hear him as he walked through the destroyed street to the car you were hidden behind. To any other person, you were silent. However, he could hear the slight crunching of gravel beneath your feet, the air being inhaled and exhaled from your nose, and the tiny squeaks you were making entirely subconsciously.

Moving slowly, he made his way around the side of the car using footsteps that would make noise, announce his arrival. Don't scare her. You could feel him standing just metres from you. He spoke, but not to you.

"I got a friendly… She's out of the evac zone." The pause for reply was long. "It's a ghost town here. Nobody's gonna be coming through for-" He was interrupted. "Don't care. Gonna bring her in."

Again, he moved slowly.

Your face was still buried and although you knew it was somebody good crouching in front of you, everything was all too overwhelming to respond.

"Hi… I don't need ya to move just yet. Gonna have a look at your hand, if that's alright?"

His voice was calm. Far beyond the point of being in shock, it didn’t hurt when he gently took your arm. As he tightly wrapped your injured hand, you began to unwrap yourself. Lifting your head and opening your eyes, everything came into focus. Mostly, everything you could see was war. But, there he was. Easily recognisable, Bucky Barnes was finishing first aid on you.

His eyes lingered on the bandage for a moment, and you wondered where he'd stashed it before it stopped your bleeding. Did he have pockets of band-aids?

When he looked up at you, you were already looking back.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," you replied, your voice weak.

"Reckon we should get out of here. What do ya think?" As soon as you nodded, he mirrored the response and stood, helping you to your feet. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"N-no," you told him. That wasn't strictly true, but you were mostly numb. Deep, dark bruises would bloom all across your body over the coming days. How you managed to escape otherwise unharmed was magic or a miracle.

"Stronger than you look, huh?" he said, smiling. How he could smile in an environment like that was also magic or a miracle. "I know a couple people like that, so you're in good company. Always my favourite type of people,"

"I didn't… didn't think you'd talk so much," you said. It kinda just came out, the same way the thoughts of little kids do.

Bucky's left arm was around your waist, holding almost all of your body weight. He was making carrying you through a warzone seem easy. Giving you a bit of a casual shrug, Bucky said, " I don't… Trick to keep ya conscious. Don't want you passing out on me,"

"I'm not gonna pass out," you said, more in defiance than anything else.

Bucky scoffed. "Alright. So, what's your name then? What do you do?"

He'd obviously seen them before you, so by the time you clocked the creatures scrambling through broken buildings and rubble in their search, Bucky had already taken you off the road. Backs to the wall, he didn't appear in the slight bit concerned about the situation. He even looked to you, waiting for a reply before making his next move.

"Y/N," you told him.

"Y/N. Good to meet you, Y/N. I'm Bucky,"

"I know,"

"Yeah… Everybody fuckin' knows… Alright. Gonna need you to stay here for just a second, okay?"

As he went to peel away from the wall, you grabbed him with your one working hand. "Please don't leave me!" you begged in a harsh whisper. Tears had been streaming down your face since the first building went down, but a fresh flood started to sting your cheeks.

Bucky cupped your face with his gloved hands and looked you dead in the eyes. "I'm not leaving. I promise. I fuckin' promise you."

Slowly, you nodded. As soon as you did, he swooped off the curb and brought a reckoning down on the creatures. They hadn't seen him coming. Bucky moved with grace and ease, like he was born to fight. Later, when you were safe, you'd think about that moment, about the way he moved, and it would make you sad.

Back, Bucky wrapped himself around you again. And, that's how you got through the city. It was slow, but Bucky continually refused offers of help from whoever was in his earpiece. Resources were needed elsewhere, he said. He had you, and he'd get you to safety.

Time once again warping, fifteen minutes later you could hear voices and see human movement. It felt like you'd spent hours in Bucky's arms, watching him take down threats and crack bad jokes to keep you awake.

Before you realised what was happening, people were carrying you away from Bucky, pouring water down your throat and yelling at you that you were safe. Although you understood you were safe, it felt the opposite. "No! Please, please, please," you yelled, pushing free from the helpers and clinging back onto Bucky. All your words were rammed together, scared and needy.

Bucky let you hold him, wrapping his arms around you with the perfect amount of pressure. He hushed you with soft, "Shhhh," sounds. Using his teeth as a vice, Bucky pulled the glove off his right hand, then ran his fingers through your hair. "You're okay, Y/N. You're safe. You gotta stay here and have someone look at your hand. I gotta go help."

Although you nodded into him, you made no attempt to move. You'd been safe before it all happened, but it happened anyway. There was nothing to say that as soon as Bucky left, more creatures wouldn't arrive.

"Y/N. I got Captain America in one ear and Iron Man in the other. They can't do shit without me," Bucky joked. It made you laugh, looking up at him. "I'll come back when this is done. Bring ya flowers in the hospital,"

"I'm scared,"

"Yeah. Aliens are invading. It's scary. But it's kinda cool too, right?" he said with a wink.

He gently led you to one of the makeshift medical tents set up. When you were sitting down, he ruffled your hair in a weird gesture that confused you both, then left the safe zone. As soon as he was gone, you started to cry.

Chapter 2.

#mine #Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes fanfic #Bucky Barnes fic #Bucky Barnes x Reader #Bucky Barnes/Reader #Bucky Barnes / Y/N #Bucky Barnes x Y/N #Bucky Barnes x You #Bucky Barnes/You #Hero Bucky Barnes #So Far Away

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zandali-dominion · 5 years

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Chatting with a Shadow

(Written by Zin’Vik (as the DM/Zuljaraal) and Tol’chakatl!)

Upon the night of Zul'Bahati, the pyres lit over the entirety of the archipelago, the sounds of the wilds from across the reef. Everything was as it was: Peaceful. The Temple of the Five Pillars within the Grove of Ghost Trees, it was quiet, and here no shadows spoke. It was quiet. Absolutely controlled. The stones of the Temple of the Five Pillar, a ruin of a grand temple nowadays, so the name is more of a reference to what it used to stand for than any real grandeur it held. Still, there was always a power here, quiet and unyielding. Possibly just like the Seer themselves.

It wasn't out of the ordinary that Tol couldn't sleep. What was out of the ordinary was that instead of just laying awake under the stars, waiting for sleep to take him, he started to wander. And ended up where they had been at a ritual just the other day. The strange man had found himself needing to leave before he could really ask the questions he had for the strange shadow. Once again he was struck by the weird broken-whisper he could hear every so often, no shadows whispering words of doom and death in his ears. He paused at the base of the stairs, holding his raptor tightly in one hand and taking a glance behind him before ascending to the circle where they'd stood before. Sleepless nights, the island of Zul'Bahati used to be known as Zul'rokh, Island of the Great Apocalypse. Why? It was deemed that way due to a vision on the very /first/ day arriving here. Bad visions, an eagle soaring over the island, only to be struck down blind by a wave of shadow, but that was long gone now. Nothing is here anymore. Nothing that would harm him here. But it was definitely anything but chance that brought him here, the stars were quite beautiful within the Grove of Ghost Willows, the name may turn people away (and the mosquitos) but it was truly a place to take in the island. The island had a few good hours of rain over the last two nights, the veve on the ground was washed clean of any mixture of chalk or blood. The arches between the pillars glowed with a thin shimmer, like beautiful webs yet to form a picture within the moonlight that has yet to shine at a certain point in the sky. The doomcaller stood for a moment near the circle, wondering if he would be able to call the entity foreward just by himself. Last time everyone had been here - but Taz'ju had mentioned talking to it also, over by the white trees. Turning he peered down at them for a moment, wondering...But he turned back soon, deciding to just do what had been done last time - at least, what he REMEMBERED had been done. Giving his raptor one last squeeze he set it down carefully along the edge, taking a step back and staring into the circle. "Are you there? Um. Shadow troll...I don't remember your name," He said, voice sounding rather small among all this open space. Already he found himself winding a hand into his hair - what if the entity was offended at his forgetfulness?

He had remembered the offering, a way to bring him forward, but there was no veve- And there was no blood. Whatever else he may recall, he may also notice that he asked for a better offering. All of things did occur, but rattling down and through it all, Tol'chakatl did the right thing. As he placed the raptor down onto the stone, opposite of where he was last time, as he was winding his hand into his hair - He would notice the raptor plushie moved a little bit across the stone. In the silence of the night, this was easily heard, a short burst of movement, about just an inch towards the center. If he placed an eye on it, or a few moments without him doing so, it would then seemingly be thrown into the center of the Temple of the Five Pillars. A certain quietness came about, a chill followed through the ruins, and it snuck up Tol'chakatl's neck. A tap on his left shoulder, as if something behind him was asking him to turn around.

Tol stood for a few moments in silence - oh, he must have forgotten something, Zin drew on the stones beforehand, maybe he'd need to do that too? As he was wracking his brain to try and remember the veve placed he heard the scratch of his raptor moving. Ears flicking forward he looked down at it, even bending slightly to look closer. Had he imagined? But then it was thrown, and he jumped, startled, a hand reaching after it - but he squeezed it into a fist and let it drop. 'It will be okay,' he thought to himself, slowly turning to face the direction he had felt the tap come from.

As Tol'chakatl had turned around, he would be greeted with --- Nothing. Literally nothing -- But there was a very audible drumming of boney fingers against one another behind him once more. And so, when if he would turn around, what he would be greeted with was the sudden disappearing of the stars above, the air about him was stagnant and there was no breeze, and the only beat he would feel was the automated drum of his heart. "Tsk, tsk, tsk..." He was greeted with, Zuljaraal present and ethereal in a shadow veil, soon all around him shadows would begin to close in and shut out all light. It was as if he was standing in the center of a storm made of billowing soot and ash. All that was still visible was the circle around him, but the endless storm of shadow would encompass the entirety of anything beyond the most outer perimeter of the temple. This shadowy entity comprised of the same material of what was surrounding him, and he was no taller than he was. However, he sat upon a throne constructed of many things - That of death, bone and sinew, three masks binded together - That of light, with golden pieces of metal that seems as if it was forced apart, and crystals of pure golden amber - That of the elements, with all four turned into the very frame of what he sat upon. Zuljaraal pulled up his hand, ethereal and it was easy to see he couldn't possibly hold any physical form, right? However, as he did so, the raptor plushy of Tol'chakatl would be seen being carefully held upon his palm in extension to Tol'chakatl. "I am Zuljaraal, Keeper of Killers and Smith of Sleep, Little One." He'd say to him, and then lower the plushy onto his lap, where it would seem to almost float. "What do you want from this sleepless shadow?" He'd inquire, his face tilted up to him - But he would note something different than the others have before, and it was that he did have a face beneath all of that shadow - But to him, it was seen, to others it was never seen. And so, if he would recognize this with shock or pause, he may react.

Tol was quite confused at first, taking a moment to register the new sound behind him. He'd turn again, of course, ears drooping a little bit in anxiety as the air around him became dark and clouded with shadow. A moment of staring would be had as he took in the sight of the shadow-form on the throne of many things, simultaneously relieved that he'd managed it and worried about what might come. "Hello," he said, voice even smaller than before. "Zuljaraal. I'm sorry I forgot your name," he added in an even more shy tone, very intent to cause no offense. The shadows spoke to him often, but it was rare he was able to speak back. If this was even the same type as the ones who showed him the bad ends. Momentarily he was distracted by the sight of a face under the swirling shadow, and he tilted his head, almost seeming to relax only slightly at this revelation. An odd reaction, maybe, but Tol was really anything but ordinary.

Zuljaraal would be sat upon this throne, the face beneath being seen for a moment, and he would know he saw it. "Oh.. Interesting." He'd tilt his head back to sit up straight against the throne. The face he saw prior was obviously Zandalari, but much much older, the features were considered archaic by their modern Zandalari appearances. As he leaned back the face he held would be seen melding into the shadow again until it was no longer seen. The only thing of note he would see before this was that its eyes were a pure white as opposed to the common blue of what many of them hold. "No, no, Little One, we have not been appropriately introduced!" He'd say, laughing to himself a low rumbling laugh - It did not sound natural or from a body of flesh and bone - Then he'd hold up the raptor plushy, toying with the flower crown, the rock, and the mask. "This is a powerful relic, do you know that?" He'd ask, now standing up from his throne. The throne would begin to meld with the shadow and almost seem to melt into the stone. As he walked, he could hear the sound of fleshy footsteps walking against the stone. Each step sounded heavy, and it almost felt as if it carried weight with it. "Tell me who you are, Little One." He'd say, standing within five feet of him, now holding out the plushy to him.

Tol'chakatl took note of this, feeling somewhere deep inside that he had just seen something special - or at least rare. He blinked tearing his gaze from the face as it disappeared back into the shadows. "Powerful?" He replied, brow furrowing just a little bit. He wondered why - it was just a keepsake. Perhaps the mask that Nar'zuul had given him to hold onto until his return held something? But he didn't inquire beyond that. Slowly he reached out, taking the raptor plush in hand, waiting for a moment before slowly holding it close to himself once again. "I'm Tol'chakatl. You can just call me Tol," he added - his usual introduction. His voice had gained a little strength - he still sounded rather shy, but no longer quite as soft as the first time he spoke. "I'm. Nobody special, really."

Zuljaraal stood at the /exact/ same height that Tol'chakatl stood at. "Powerful." He'd repeat, then extend it out to him to take. There was a sense of calmness, like as long as he stood here, nothing can harm him from the outside. A safety within the center of the storm, as no one may dare cross it. No one like him. He could sense a pair of unflinching eyes beneath the dark pits of shadow upon where eyes should be upon a regular person of their humanoid troll shape. "You are Tol the Sleepless One." He'd voice. "I am Zuljaraal, Smith of Sleep." He'd claim. "And you are someone - Maybe not someone special now, but you were once." A low voice came about him, the last part rang out like a hissing fog.

Tol watched the shadow with his bigger-than-average eyes, squeezing his raptor to his chest. Powerful...the next statement drew him from his thoughts once again, and his brow furrowed once more. "I...no, I was never anyone special. I'm just me." Tol's past was shrouded to him, a mess of broken memories and snatches of scenes he saw some days at night. "I'm just me," He said again, his hand subconsciously going to the fabric he wrapped around his chest. The broken, scratched golden tattoos he covered though he didn't quite know why, other than that they were ugly and the people on the streets of the Zocalo would oftentimes look at them with pure disgust or shift their gazes away quickly out of pity. He hated those gazes.

Zuljaraal would stand before him and he would be looking into his eyes. He would see the slow breaking of light as the dark pits of shadow would begin to break forth with beaming white eyes that seemed like intense fog lights within the dark around them. And that it was. Pure, perfect darkness. Afterwards, he would see nothing before him - But there was no drowning, nothing - Until he sensed the ground beneath him give away, and he fell.. Fell.. Fell... The feeling of air brushing past his hair, into his eyes, and the sense of the absolute freedom. Then, suddenly, there would be a sound of a body hitting the ground, and the sensation of his heart bouncing up into his throat and then down into his chest. Beating at a pace no drummer can meet. "You were something special, Tol'chakatl. You dream of it every night, do you not?" He'd inquire, whether true or not. "It is why you are afraid of the dream - Not the shadows, the shadows bend to my will. You are something else. Someone who knows the shadow around him more than the light within." He'd claim, all around him, but soon he would appear in front of him again. Tol was thrown off balance by the sudden blackness, the feeling of falling - he buried his face in the raptor, squeezing his eyes closed. But still he listened to every word Zuljaraal said. The sound of a body hitting the ground was unmistakable and sent a jolt of fear through him - it was familiar, familiar in a terrible way. He looked up, visibly tearing. "I don't know. I don't...remember. My dreams show me lots of things," He murmured, trying to fight the inevitable waterworks. "I see the end. I see my end, I see...I see things I don't understand. Just...pieces. It scares me," He had grown quiet again, shoulders shrinking forward and hair falling into his face. "The light is blinding. The shadows...they're scary. But all they do is talk. It doesn't hurt as bad as looking..." He shook his head, falling silent for a moment. "Inside."

Zuljaraal appeared before him, taking a deep breath, the billow of shadow sent forth and they'd seem to collect at his feet. It was warm, like a pillow of cooling ash from a distant fire, but it was as it was. After, he'd extend his other hand forward, and a shadowy form would walk forth from the twisting walls around them. Moving towards where both stood, exactly like Tol'chakatl, but it was seen differently. Taller and prouder, then a reaction was being gauged. After, a sound of snapping fingers came - And the shadowy figure melted into the ground. Zuljaraal then extending a hand to one of his, making sure he doesn't drop the raptor, then turned it up to the sky - So he may look up into the eye of the shadowy storm. "Where there is shadow there is light. Where there is light there is shadow." He'd claim. After, the light above would be coveted by a cloud of ash and soot, that which began to fall upon them like a bastardous snow. However, it fell through Zuljaraal, and when met upon Tol'chakatl he would see it stick upon his skin. "You don't remember, Little Bright One. I know that too." He'd claim. "You don't see an end," He paused, then turned his back towards him. His hand moving towards the shadowy veil, and he would pull it aside. "I can help you remember, Tol'chakatl, or forget them... But I only ask one thing." He'd say to him softly, but there was always the voice of something there that was never going to be of this world.

The seer recoiled a little at the sight of the shadow - he felt its familarity, and he didn't like it. He gazed upwards as gently directed, staring into the eye of the storm. He was silent once again, listening, thinking - trying desperately to understand. Turning his gaze back to Zuljaraal he looked past the shadowy being to the veil pulled aside, his ears drooping. Silence pervaded for many moments. "I... don't want to remember," he said quietly. "It... things would be different if I did. I don't...I don't want things to be different. I finally found people who like me, just like this. I want to keep being just like this." He rubbed the back of his hand against his eyes, clearing them if only just for the moment. "But... what is it? That you want me to do?" he asked in return.

Zuljaraal waited for him to ask that very same expected question: "What do you want me to do?" is what he waited for. So, once he heard it, he would pull take a deep breath and exhale towards the veil that was slowly parting. Before it was seen the place between everything he knew. The island had a veil, a place between the shadowlands and where the others would be found. Currently, they stood in that place between - And when the veil touched the water of the sea, it would stop - The stars ahead and Tol'chakatl would shine upon them. The moon casted its white light towards them. The moonlight shredding away at the ethereal shadow that is Zuljaraal, revealing what was beneath, a tall handsome man, with the appearance akin to that of a Zandalari of darker skin, like if it was stained with the very shadow it lived in. Eyes were as white as ash, and they let off a light as bright as day. There was a cryptic, ominious feeling about him, his hands behind his back and his eyes towards the moon. He wore regalia akin to that of an old, old Priest of ancient times. A Priest to the Loa of Death himself. "Tend.. To my grove. The Witch Doctor is good at doing so, but you live in shadow now, my son." He'd say with a soft tone. His voice as natural as any other voice can be. His hair was as white as ash too, and it fell to his lower back. Old would be difficult to say, as it looks as if he was no older than Tol'chakatl. Now, finally, turning to look at Tol'chakatl, letting him take in the sight of the moon breaking into the veil or on himself, his true form, he would smile brightly at him. A warm chuckle from his chest. "Be as who you are, but do not fear the shadows. Not mine, at least." He'd claim, then extend a hand out to him. "Do we have a deal, Bright One?" He asked, a thin almost boney hand extended to him now.

Tol squinted a little as the veil was pulled back, watching - and as Zuljaraal's form was revealed he could not hide the surprise blooming in his expression, enough so that even the tears clinging still to his eyelashes stopped threatening to spill over any minute. The ominious feeling was not lost on Tol, but somehow with the revelation came a sense of something akin to security. He stared for a few moments after the man was finished speaking - then remembered his manners and flushed a little up in the cheeks, averting his gaze to the side. "I can do that," He said with a small little smile, the apprehension on his face fading as he accepted the hand in his own. "I'll make sure the trees are okay. And that nothing bad comes in."

Zuljaraal took his hand in turn, and Tol'chakatl would feel a supposedly real and fleshy hand. A beat of a heart was felt. When he pulled his hand away, Tol'chakatl would see a mark of a circle of eyes. It would however fade into his skin after a few moments. "This Grove used to be my home, I was able to see valleys of green, all sorts of things. This used to be a mountaintop, you know." He'd say, then laugh to himself. "Tend to them well, as I know you will." He would say, then within an instant, the shadowy veil would pull away. Just leaving Tol'chakatl with himself, beneath the night sky, and the chill breeze of the sea.

He looked down at his hand and watched the eyes fade away, looking up once more in time to catch a last glimpse of the troll before the shadow was pulled away - and he couldn't really help but smile once again. Better than expected? Most definately. "I will," he replied to the empty sky, hugging his raptor close. Finally feeling like he would be able to sleep, he descended the stairs away from the circle after one last look back.

#Story #Taskboard #Tol'chakatl #Zuljaraal

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isaiahsm · 6 years

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eleven miles to your desire ! to say that isaiah was a little ticked would be an understatement. he and ashley were supposed to have a simple and very much needed date night— but the plans were foiled when he was informed that he had to pick something to talk about for the next beyond the grave episode. it was weird, for all the time that he had been doing this, not once had anyone ever left it up to him to pick where the team investigated. why would it start now? that was more on eli, julian and verena line of work. not his. he sends ash an apologetic text, asking her for a raincheck. she said yeah no problem because well, it’s ashley and she understands. after a few more texts, isaiah says goodbye and locks his phone, throwing it onto his bed and taking a seat by his desk. he powers on his laptop as he dreads the next few hours of ‘research’.

time flew by fast. the clock on his laptop read 8:03 PM when he started and now it’s 2:57 AM — and still, isaiah had nothing. hats off to all the researchers on the team because he literally had not found a single topic for this weeks episode. he’d gone on a google search frenzy, youtube, reddit, literally any cryptid site he could think of and nothing. it was... strange. you would think that there’d be thousands, if not millions of unsolved stories about ghosts or monsters on the internet but there wasn’t. something felt off. but isaiah doesn’t think much of it; instead he just opens another tab and continues his search.

it’s a miracle, really, when he types in creepy stories into the bar and the search engine pulls up one website with a story titled eleven miles posted by emerry from october 2013. without hesitation, isaiah goes to the website and begins his reading, unaware that he’s minutes away from falling asleep.

he wakes in a cold sweat, finding himself inside his car on a road that seems so unfamiliar but familiar at the same time. he looks around, finding it empty except for him and the vehicle he sits in. confused, isaiah gets out and walks around— calling out if anyone’s there only to get silence as a reply. he turns to return to his car when he finds a note on the windshield. it wasn’t there before.

what do you desire, isaiah maxwell? money? fame? think of what it is— and i mean really think of it. once said thing is clear in your mind. begin your journey.

now, if isaiah was in any normal circumstance— he would have just laughed it off as a prank being pulled by a member of the mysterybusters. but nothing of this seemed normal. as soon as he reads the note, the desire pops into his mind with no hesitation:

blair

he thinks of her and the things she left behind. her life that was cut so short by a man driven by vengeance. she deserved better. and even though the two didn’t have an extremely close relationship— he still cared for her. loved her.

isaiah balls up the sheet of paper and tosses it aside, once more getting into his car and cranking it up, following the instructions of the note.

the first mile is beautiful, actually. billions of stars light up the night sky and it’s cold, sure, but it’s the cold that makes you feel comfortable. regardless, isaiah turns on the heat and continues the drive down the road— blair fresh on his mind as he’s ready to do whatever it takes to bring her back.

mile two is marked by a regular sign on the side of road. he’s surprised at how smoothly mile one went so he hopes two is the same. but it’s not. two minutes pass and the temperature drops dramatically. isaiah begins to shiver and turns up the heater in the car, hoping that it’ll help warn him up. on the bright side, he did grow up in seattle and the winters there are no joke. so he’s used to it. his thoughts distract him from seeing a sharp turn in the road ahead. he almost misses it— almost but he manages to turn the wheel at the perfect time to make it. that’s when he notices that the road is slightly bumpier, there’s potholes and pieces of it practically gone. hazard signs line the sides and he’s careful enough to drive through and around any that come his way.

it’s the third mile when he notices he isn’t alone. there’s someone... something on the side of the road following and watching him as he continues on the path. he can’t look, obviously, but he wants to— so bad. do it for blair, isaiah. he says to himself, eyes looking straight ahead and away from the silhouettes. the road suddenly turns into a dirt road and narrows so tightly; he’s not sure if the car is small enough to fit it. before he can worry any more, it widens again and his nerves are eased.

pass the third and now it’s the fourth mile. the figures soon disappear and isaiah is grateful. the curiosity was beginning to get to him. just when he thinks the silhouettes are a think of the past; he hears the whispers. at first he doesn’t understand— it’s just gibberish. he catches a few familiar phrases here and there but for the most part he ignores them.

the only thing on his mind right now is blair maxwell.

isaiah’s lucky number is five. he’s never understood why exactly; but that number has always brought good things to him. so when mile five comes along and suddenly he’s in a clearing once more— he feels at calm. relaxed even. any other person would be losing their sanity or even worst: dead by now. but he isn’t. the lake looks beautiful glistening form underneath the bright moonlight ( which he catches a glimpse of with his peripheral vision ) . this scenery reminds him of the time he, his parents and blair went on a family camping trip when he was in middle school. back when times were easier and when he felt like he had a real family. isaiah would do anything to have more moments like that. the headlights of his car dim but he doesn’t mind, the moonlight was doing a great job of illuminating his way though mile number five.

he’s reached the halfway ( more or so ) point of the trip— mile six. this is when things start getting intense. the road goes back to it’s normal setting and just like that isaiah feels the atmosphere change into something more uncomfortable and eerie. the radio cuts on and it feels like his ears are bleeding. at first, it’s a loud screech coming from the speakers in his car but then, then it goes to something worse.

a soothing voice.

who knew that hearing that would be worse than the constant loud of what sounded like nails on a chalkboard? isaiah struggles— and i mean really struggles with focusing on the drive ahead. the voice keeps repeating things that he’s never told anyone. nightmares and terrors that flood his mind whenever his eyes shut. after blair and daniel; he couldn’t sleep. it was bad. he took time off the team, didn’t go to his classes. isaiah was broken. but he was better now— thank god. he had friends and family who were around to give him that emotional support.

but no, isaiah had come too far to be picked off like this. too close to having her back home. so he ignores the voice and speeds up a little, his mind immediately going to all the good memories he had of his half sister. small things, actually. like whenever she would tell him to turn his music down because it was garbage and distracting her from studying. or the meaningless talks they had after she returned from silverwood and how for the first time in so long he was finally able to have her open up to him.

isaiah misses blair.

the voice disappears and is replaced by another. expect it’s not really a voice but more like a distant scream. yeah, he’s made it to the seventh mile. he can handle it though— especially with the nightmare that was the sixth mile. except... except now the scream sounds like it’s right behind him. the thing. the figure from before is now inside his car. panic fills isaiah; what if it hurts him? don’t, isaiah. you’re so close. he hears another voice say and this one, oh this one he recognizes.

it’s blair.

that’s all he needs to block out the figure in the backseat. that’s all he needs to keep going.

i’m doing it for you, b.

he sees a sign coming up marking the eighth mile. a small laugh of victory emits from him. he’s almost there! the figure, uninterested, leaves him and now isaiah is alone once more on the journey to bring his sister back. there are turns, sharp ones, coming up and he slows down— patient enough to not wreck. if it wasn’t cold before, it is now. isaiah hasn’t really paid attention to it; already having enough distractions to keep his mind off of it but now, now it really hits him. there’s no use in turning up the heater because it’s busted and just when he thinks he has enough car problems, the headlights flicker before shutting off completely. living him in the dark. isaiah brakes and continues to trek very slowly, trying his best to avoid a car accident. but that’s when he feels them. the figures from before. they’re behind him, like really close. they begin to surround him but isaiah continues and speeds up a little, his headlights now flickering again; lighting his way to the ninth mile.

he’s made it to mile 9 and he’s so proud of himself. but that’s short lived when the vehicle stalls and the headlights are cut once more. no no no. isaiah says to himself, feeling the figures return. he shuts his eyes and goes to start the car again— now hearing the voices screaming, laughing, and talking within his mind. he hears more of them and from what he can tell; it’s dozens. dozens of those things trying to get him. isaiah hears a crack coming from the back and side of him— implying that they’re breaking into the car. his car.

don’t let this distract you from your goal. he says out loud and with one last turn, he manages to start the car. with that, isaiah floors it. i mean, literally zooms off and leaves the figures behind. it’s funny how not even minutes ago, the road had sharp turns and breaks within it but now it’s smooth and going straight. he’s almost there.

things calm down just a little, because the road is still smooth and he’s no longer being chased by whatever those things were. he’s on mile ten. one more to go. one more before he gets to see her again. isaiah makes no mistake and looks straight ahead, avoiding the figures and the way they’re just standing there. as if watching him finish the game. i’m almost there, blair. almost there.

if things weren’t tense enough already, they were about to be. he’s on the final mile. before he can celebrate; the car stalls again like it did in mile nine. this time, eh can’t cut it back on and it’s still moving. which, makes no sense since it wasn’t even on. but he doesn’t say anything else, why would he? he didn’t want to mess up any of the progress he had done thus far.

cover your eyes, isaiah. don’t open them. just keep them closed. her voice rings in his ears and without hesitation— he does just that. using both hands; he places them over his closed eye lids and let’s the car guide itself.

the atmosphere changes and instead of being cold it’s hot. like so hot that isaiah begins to let out a loud screech as his body feels like it’s on fire. there’s sound coming from different directions which only adds to the suffering he’s going through now. hands ball up into fists on his face but he keeps his eyes shut harshly, not wanting to see the horror that he’d meet if he were to open them. he’s pretty sure it’s hell. the sounds coming from either direction of him sound like those souls being tormented for eternity. now, isaiah wasn’t religious but hearing this... going through all of this, well it just might lessen his skepticism.

he shouldn’t be doing this but he tries hard to listen for a voice that sounds like blair. what if he was doing all of this for nothing? and somehow his sister had been casted down to hell to suffer for ever? what if he gets her back but she’s not the same person she was before? isaiah get’s lost in these thoughts that he doesn’t notice that his 31 seconds through hell have ended and that power in the car is back on. the voices and heat have faded and he’s left a sobbing mess.he stops the vehicle, resting his forehead on the steering wheel as he tries... tries to recover from everything he’s been through.

isaiah maxwell has never felt pain like that before. ever.

after calming down, he sits up once more and continues the drive; thinking of how lucky he was to be alive.

he drives util he reaches a dead end. this prompts him to park and turn off the car, sitting there in silence as he awaits what’s next. after what he just went through— isaiah feels like he can take on the world. he knows what suffering is.

he closes his eyes and begins to think of blair again. her strong personality, her laugh, all those moments he’s shared with her. how the team was going to be so happy to have her back. they needed this win and isaiah was more than happy to bring it to them.

after thinking of her for a few more minutes, he opens his eyes and finds him on the road he started on. confused, he gets out of the car and looks around— disappointed and frankly, pissed off that she wasn’t here like he expected her to be. with tears in his eyes, isaiah shouts and screams loudly, kicking the side of his car in frustration. there’s no way... he’s been through too much to not have her here. too much.

what if he didn’t do something right? didn’t think of her enough before? wasn’t as ambitious to have her here like he thought.

fuck it.

he goes to get in the car again, to restart the entire thing. maybe the second time around she’d actually be here. he needed her to be. wiping the tears from his eyes, isaiah opens the car door to get in when he sees it.

not it. but her. she’s sitting in the passengers seat, typing away on her cellphone. as if everything was back to normal

“ well are you going to get in or what?”

abruptly, isaiah jumps up in his seat, looking around to find himself back in his room. what? eyes go to the clock on his laptop and he sees that it’s three in the morning. or as elijah would say, the devil’s hour.

he moves his fingers across the mouse on the laptop to see that he had fallen asleep while reading a story titled ELEVEN MILES . he reads the synopsis and lets out what sounds like a laugh and rubs his eyes. there’s this part of him, a large part actually, that’s heartbroken that whatever happened in his dream wasn’t real. blair wasn’t back; she’d never be and as much as he looked like he had moved on, isaiah hadn’t. he needed to.

#fhq.task7 #⊰ check off my bucketlist. ♠ ( task. ) ⊱#no words. no words!

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themclovenlegacy · 6 years

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In light of the new Nathema update, I’ve decided to write a fic about Oddosal and his future husband Theron.

Side note: this fic has absolutely nothing to do with the new update, it just about a moment in time between these two sometime after Ziost. I haven’t written in a long time so…its probably gonna be bad. I don't care though, cuz this is my third post and its 2;30 in the morning. ill be less weird in the morning.

Here it is...

Theron stared out the window and over the horizon of Tatooine, admiring the view of the two suns as they set at dust. He closed his eyes as the peace he didn’t know he was missing settled over him. It had been a long time since he felt this way, or ever if he remembered correctly. But he had here, even if here was actually the stronghold of one of the most powerful Sith in Empire.

It had been months since he had last seen Oddosal. Since Ziost, it had been difficult to keep up with him. He had been put on leave for his actions and that left him under near constant surveillance when he was at the office. Well, he wasn't proud at what he done back then, but he thought it was a good idea at the time. Anything to protect the Republic from the emperor, right.

What surprised him though was Oddosal and his behavior in those last moments he was with him. Being an imperial citizen and a member of the Dark Council, it would be wise for him to look for different ways to improve the Empire and stop the Emperor and, though he hated to admit it, that could have been possible if he had taken Master Surro with him to do, what he knew to be, an intense and intrusive experiment on her mind to find information. Instead, he let her go with him. He know Lana was seething, and beside her complaint when he was there, he wasn't sure if she would dare to question him twice after he left.

One thing he did know was that Odd’s wasn’t like any Sith he had ever met before, or probably would ever meet again.

Which lead him to his current position. After months of administrative leave, then returning to the field with the condition that he would have to routinely check in with a partner, he was allowed more freedom. He’d be ashamed to admit it but one of the first things he did was check up on his not-so-lover. He even fiddled with the communicator he receive upon their last meeting on Yavin 4, wondering what it would be like if he actually used it, even though he should have did the right thing and turned it over to be tracked and possibly used to help the Republic.

After several weeks of this, he decided that using caution wasn't one of his strong points anyway and the worst that could happen was...well...he’d rather not think about it. So, while relaxing in his private quarters on Coruscant, making sure no one would drop in and hear anything, he type in the frequency and waited for someone to answer. He was surprised someone picked up, and even more so when he saw who it was.

Staring back at him was Cipher Nine, a legend and a ghost even in the Republic. Their eyes met, her red ones to his green, her expression clearly bemused.

“Theron Shan?” she said quizzically.

“Uh…”

All of a sudden, her eyes widen incredulously before she started laughing, her blue face flushing in amusement. He watch in confusion as she wiped the tears from her eyes from laughing so hard. When she spoke again, she let out little chuckles to herself.

“I can’t believe...she was...I thought he was insane...but here you are...and...I owe her hundred credits now,” she muttered out. Clearly whatever she was talking about involved him and possibly a bet.

“Uh...I think I have to wrong frequency. I’ll just…,” he paused, rubbing his forehead nervously.

“No, No. This is the right one. Shaynasa gave you this holo, right” she questioned? All he could do was nodded.

“Then you got it right. You’re probably wondering why it called me in the first place. Well long story short, Me, Shay, Oddosal have worked together for a while so I owe them.” Theron just stared wide-eyed.

“Soooo, I’m guessing you wanna meet up with him then. Missing those muscled arms at night? That burning gaze? That tall sta…”

“Ok I get it,” Theron rubbed his redden face with a sigh as she snickered, “Normally, I would want to know how he got someone who literally doesn’t exist anymore to work with him, but I'm not really surprised by it. So, since we’re here, I wanna...uh.”

“See him.”

“...Possibly.”

“Well, Possibly, I have news for you. He wants to see you just as bad so you're in luck. You’re not the only one who’s been keeping tabs on their significant other. Odd can’t stand not knowing you’re ok. For a man so powerful and lived the type of carefree lifestyle he had before, it's a wonder he commits so much time to your wellbeing,” she shrugs.

He was speechless. Just knowing that he wasn't the only one looking out for whatever they had left him feeling funny inside.

“Since this is happening, I have one thing to clear up first,” she continued on. Suddenly, her eyes harden and she spoke icily, “Should you do anything to hurt him in any kind of way, you will regret it. You got that?”

All he could do was nod his head in shock and agreement.

“Good, now let get you two lovebirds in the same room.”

After some weird planning, it was decided that Tatooine, due to their laxer laws would be the place to meet. Theron wasn't so sure about how they were going to get him there and since there wasn't many missions coming out of Tatooine right now, he didn't want to look suspicious asking about it.

“Let me handle that,” the cipher had said with an ominous grin.

Theron really didn’t believe anything would come of that call. How was she gonna get him alone Tatooine? He had his doubts, but not even a week later he was on a ship to Tatooine. The director apparently just learned of a contact, a bounty hunter who worked with someone under the dark council who had information exchange for safety. Usually the director didn’t go for missions like this, but whatever the information was it’s important and it was a time sensitive mission and he was suddenly the only available person that could go. However, the director informed him during the trip over, due to the planets mostly uncharted nature, he was instructed that communication would be limited to priority and emergency call only.

So there he was on a speeder to an undisclosed location where upon his arrival met his next surprise. A blaster pointed at his face. He followed the blaster up the arm and to the blue face of the renowned Great Hunter. They stared at each other for a moment from she rolled her red eyes and holstered her blaster.

“If you were a bounty right now, you’d be dead. My sister said you were reckless, but for a spy, I didn’t think you’d be this stupid too.”

“Uh…”

“Love makes you dumb, yeah yeah. No time for small talk, I'm on hunting vacation with my husband and my little sister is lucky I kind of like her a little. Now move.”

Theron didn’t time to respond as he pushed onto another speeder and they sped away.

Once they arrived she gave him the passcode and unlocked security for him.

“Big Bad won’t be here for a few more hours, so get comfortable. Also should you decide to explore, don’t go into the big dome building, Shay keeps her pets there and some are mean. Some rooms are private so they’ll be locked. Need anything ask the droids. Bye.”

With that as quick as she was here, she was gone, leaving him alone.

Leaning over the lounge couch lining along the walls, he continued to watch the beauty in the sky. Since he’d gotten here, he’d roamed the surrounding area, steering clear of the dome when he heard a loud roar. Most rooms were locked, but some that weren’t contained bedrooms suites or libraries and artifacts.

Upon returning to the lounging area, he marveled at the fact that there was no sand in this area even with the open outlook in front of him. He discovered that due to some type of tech, perhaps a field generator?, nothing came in or fall out of the area. He tested this by tossing a pebble at it. He was about to try again, but a droid abruptly appeared and ‘politely’ reminded him some places are hard to clean and would appreciate it if him stopped.

So he just relaxed and finished up on some work he had been putting off. Some time later, he heard the locks disengage and the door slide open. He looked up and saw Oddosal, Shaynasa and his crew enter. Oddosal paused by the door as his crew mates wandered off towards their quarters. As the crew entered the elevator to the lower levels, Shay smirked and winked at him as the door slide closed.

Finally after months without seeing each other, they were finally alone. Theron stood from his seat and stared at Oddosal, before looking down at his feet. He looked back up to say something and stepped back, almost falling back down into his seat, as Oddosal was suddenly standing in front of him, eyes baring down at him. They stared at each other, studying each other’s faces. Theron realized that Odd’s eyes were more a burnt orange now then the blazing yellow they were when he last saw him.

“I…” Theron started.

Suddenly, Theron’s lips were captured in a hungry kiss and he was lifted up into strong arms. He wrapped his arms around Odd’s neck and legs around his hips as he was carried across the room to an adjacent one. As he the door slid open and closed behind them, he decided they could talk later.

***

Theron slowly blinked his eyes open at the sound of a holo beeping. He heard a groan behind him, before an arm stretched over him and cut it off. The room return to silence as Odd nuzzled back into him. He sighed and closed eyes again, comforted by the arm thrown over his waist.

“Sorry, alarm,” Odd mumbled into his neck. Theron just smiled sleepily.

“I wish we can be like this more,” he sighed as he turned around in Oddosal’s arms, rubbing across his bare chest. Oddosal grinned and leaned over to kiss him. They both hummed at the kiss before they pulled apart.

“This is really weird for me.” Theron said. “I’m not use to whatever this is between us. I don’t know...I mean... I…”

He was silenced by a peck on the lips.

“Let’s just spend what time we have together. No worries, no Empire, no Republic. Just us. We aren’t here for either of those things so let’s just enjoy where we are for now,” Oddosal whispered into his neck before nipping at it.

Theron moaned softly and just stared up at the ceiling as Oddosal buried into his neck pressing more kisses there.

“You’re weird.”

Oddosal just laughed and rolled on top of him, kissing him into submission. Theron just closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Odd’s neck as he worked his way down his chest. Well, if something goes wrong he’ll deal with it later. He’s here now so he’s just going to enjoy this time he has. Though, he should probably worry about what he was going to tell the director now.

“Ouch!” Theron looked at Odd as he pull away from him with a deadpan stare.

“You’re thinking too much again.” he said, kissing him after. Theron gripped the back of his head as they kissed hungrily. Theron thought, ‘yeah, he was’ and let his mind go blank.

#oc: oddosal #SWTOR OC #my headcanons #My main #my writings #my swtor #Theron Shan #After SOR #Before KOTET #not smut #I don't writing smut well #*shrug*#I'm done #theron shan romance #odd-verse

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peaceful-serenade · 7 years

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Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? Spotify

is your room messy or clean? It’s actually clean right now.

what color are your eyes? Brown

do you like your name? why? Not really. Like, it sounds pretty and fitting when I meet other people with it, but for me personally it always just sounds kind of “meh” and boring compared to other names that I love.

what is your relationship status? Single for life.

describe your personality in 3 words or less: caring, introspective, loyal

what color hair do you have? Red

what kind of car do you drive? color? It’s blue and has two doors. That’s literally all I can tell you about it because I honestly don’t pay much attention.

where do you shop? Nowhere in particular.

how would you describe your style? Ideally, classic and comfortable

favorite social media account? Tumblr

what size bed do you have? Twin

any siblings? Yes, one younger sister

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? Paris, because I’ve visited twice and absolutely adore it.

favorite snapchat filter? There was a black and white one ages ago that made me look like I was in a film noir, so that one.

favorite makeup brand(s): I don’t really wear makeup anymore and never had a favorite anyways, so I don’t know.

how many times a week do you shower? It kind of varies.

favorite tv show? Brooklyn 99!! I also love Graham Norton, Broadchurch, Good Behavior, Victoria, and Trial & Error

shoe size? I honestly have no idea.

how tall are you? 5′5″

sandals or sneakers? Sneakers

do you go to the gym? No

describe your dream date: I don’t know about specifics, but my dream date would go well and we would laugh a lot. Maybe over coffee or while doing some fun activity.

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? I think I have like $80 right now?

what color socks are you wearing? I’m not wearing socks.

how many pillows do you sleep with? One, usually. Sometimes two.

do you have a job? what do you do? Not currently.

how many friends do you have? I have Laurel and maybe 3 or 4 other people who would talk to me if I texted them. I don’t really have any friends right now, though.

whats the worst thing you have ever done? I’ve done a lot of horrible things that I still cringe over and regret, but I can’t think of what the worst is.

whats your favorite candle scent? There was an apple pie candle that I used around Christmas that I really loved, but I don’t really have a favorite.

3 favorite boy names: Daniel, William, Damon

3 favorite girl names: Katherine, Elizabeth, Charlotte

favorite actor? Cary Grant, William Powell, David Tennant

favorite actress? Myrna Loy, Audrey Hepburn, Barbara Stanwyck, Jenna Coleman, Keira Knightley, Viola Davis

who is your celebrity crush? Andy Samberg. I specifically put off watching B99 for years because he’s so my type™ that I just knew it would happen but I finally gave in a few months ago and there’s no going back now.

favorite movie? The Thin Man, Roman Holiday, Hidden Figures, Hannibal, The Big Sleep, Angels & Demons, Libeled Lady

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? I’m trying to read more often but my favorite is still “The Sky is Everywhere” by Jandy Nelson followed by anything by the Brontë sisters.

money or brains? Brains

do you have a nickname? what is it? Nic

how many times have you been to the hospital? For myself, zero. To see other people, only two or three times.

top 10 favorite songs: La vie en rose - Edith Piaf, Moon River - Audrey Hepburn/Henry Mancini, In the Grey - The Good Mad, Volare - Dean Martin, Me & the Rhythm - Selena Gomez, Cheek to Cheek, The Lady is a Tramp - Frank Sinatra, White Coats - Foxes, Leaving the City - Joanna Newsom, Into You - Ariana Grande

do you take any medications daily? No

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) Depends on the weather, but it’s mostly oily.

what is your biggest fear? Being unhappy forever.

how many kids do you want? Zero

whats your go to hair style? Lately, a braid or bun.

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) Big? It’s two stories and we don’t use half of it, hence why my mom wants to move.

who is your role model? Selena Gomez

what was the last compliment you received? No idea

what was the last text you sent? I’m too lazy to check, idk

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? I can’t even remember. Probably around second grade?

what is your dream car? I literally could not care less.

opinion on smoking? I personally have no interest but you do you.

do you go to college? I did for a quarter and a half before dropping out because I was miserable.

what is your dream job? No idea

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? Either is fine

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? It depends on where the hotel is (cool city, etc), usually, but yes.

do you have freckles? Yes

do you smile for pictures? Yes

how many pictures do you have on your phone? Thousands. Way, way, waaaaay too many.

have you ever peed in the woods? Maybe on a roadtrip as a kid?

do you still watch cartoons? No

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? Neither

Favorite dipping sauce? Honey mustard

what do you wear to bed? Sweatpants or pajama bottoms and whatever top I feel like wearing

have you ever won a spelling bee? I’ve never participated in one

what are your hobbies? Baking, watching TV? I want to take up painting.

can you draw? Somewhat

do you play an instrument? I played flute in middle school band, but no.

what was the last concert you saw? Selena Gomez last May

tea or coffee? Coffee

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? Starbucks

do you want to get married? Maybe

what is your crush’s first and last initial? I don’t have one

are you going to change your last name when you get married? Maybe? My last name is weird so if it sounds cooler then definitely.

what color looks best on you? Blue or purple usually? I don’t know

do you miss anyone right now? Yeah

do you sleep with your door open or closed? Closed

do you believe in ghosts? Not really

what is your biggest pet peeve? People who are rude, especially to waiters and customer service-type people.

last person you called: My grandparents.

favorite ice cream flavor? Vanilla, red velvet cake, or salted caramel

regular oreos or golden oreos? Regular

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? I don’t really have a preference.

what shirt are you wearing? A white t-shirt with Audrey Hepburn on it.

what is your phone background? A painting of some flowers.

are you outgoing or shy? Usually shy.

do you like it when people play with your hair? Yeah

do you like your neighbors? I like one of them, but I don’t really know any of the others. The one I like and know has lived two doors down almost as long as we’ve been in our house, but everyone else that we used to be friends with has moved.

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? Yes, but infrequently just because I’m super lazy. My skin definitely pays the price for that.

have you ever been high? No

have you ever been drunk? No

last thing you ate? A donut.

favorite lyrics right now: The entirety of Moon River, probably. I rewatched Breakfast at Tiffany’s again last night so it’s been stuck in my head all day.

summer or winter? Summer

day or night? Night

dark, milk, or white chocolate? Dark or milk

favorite month? June/July or December, I think.

what is your zodiac sign? Aries

who was the last person you cried in front of? My mom and sister, but it was laugh-crying.

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