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inmyloveworld · 8 months

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open arms (bradley "rooster" bradshaw x kazansky!reader)

for @roosterforme's 80's "Rocktober" Playlist Fic Challenge!

word count: ~2.6k

warnings: top gun: maverick spoilers, mention of death/funeral, general anxiety

song inspiration: open arms by journey

a/n: thank you so much to emily for this challenge! i truly have not felt so inspired to write in such a long time so this challenge was perfect for me. (my writing’s still a bit rusty, don’t get me wrong, but practice makes perfect eh?) all my love to you always, my favorite FAVORITE tg creator <3

lying beside you, here in the dark, feeling your heart beat with mine.

It was no longer a rarity that you ended up here, nestled beneath gently worn sheets against Bradley's side. Your shared breaths tangled in the air before finding a synchronized rhythm. His steady pulse thrummed against your ear as his hand traced lazily against your side. Silence had never felt so comfortable. And yet, each night you spent in each other's embrace, your mind wrestled with what this all meant.

You couldn't pop that bubble tonight, not when tomorrow meant Bradley would be seabound once again. The reminder of his departure had you nuzzling closer to him. Part of you wished you could sink into his skin somehow; to both stay at his side and shroud yourself from the muddled emotions you kept at bay. Bradley responded to your movement with a soft kiss to the top of your head and a contented sigh slipping past his lips.

How was so relaxed, not knowing what was to come of this deployment? It was equal parts inspiring and horrifying to see the stoicism he held for his work. You knew better than most how much it meant for him to follow in the footsteps of his father. The potential dangers would never outweigh the pride and passion he felt for flying. So instead, you sat to bear the brunt of the worry whenever he was sent off.

Shifting up slightly, you dared to find his face. His eyes sparkled in the streaks of moonlight seeping from the window. They were fixed on the ceiling as if he were deep in thought.

"What's on your mind?" Bradley did not shift his gaze to you just yet. Instead, he took in another deep breath, lifting his head along the way. His exhale was exasperated and furthered your concern. You sat up more, a hand trailing behind to cup his cheek. "Bradley?" you tried again. "You know you can talk to me about anything. I would never judge you."

The eyes Bradley met you with were filled with uncertainty; and hesitation, too. If you had known any better, you would suspect his thoughts were mirroring your own. What are we? What is this? Do you feel the same as I do? What do we do about it? There were too many questions for too few hours left together. There was never enough time.

You had settled with the time you could share, the sunny days filled with laughter and the intimate nights that became second nature to you both. Any question of “more” was pushed further and further off the table with every assignment.

He gave you half a smile as he brushed your hair back from your face. "You're so sincere," he whispered. A light flush danced along your cheeks as you fought a shy smile. "You look out for me more than anyone. You always have."

"And you have for me, too," you reminded him.

we sailed on together, we drifted apart, and here you are by my side.

Naval life brought you and Bradley together. He was the son of the great and ill-fated Nick Bradshaw, while you were the daughter of the highly decorated admiral Tom Kazansky. Virginia was home to you both in the years of your youth and rarely did your mothers keep you apart as you grew. Bradley was your best friend, and him yours.

You supported him on his journey to the Navy: trained alongside him for his physicals and quizzed him on examination materials. It was in those same moments you first felt afraid, both of what could happen to him in service and what you felt blooming in your chest. Half of that fear was suspended when your Uncle Pete pulled Bradley’s papers from the naval academy. The other half buried itself deep down as you acted once again as a shoulder for the frustrations of your best friend.

The decades following saw you both through all the stages of life: college classes, breakups, graduations, careers, apartments. Though your contact waned and waxed along the way, your paths never failed to converge. Like when he was stationed in Connecticut while you were living there, or when you found him vacationing in Key West during a work trip.

Your path led you back to San Diego, once your parents based themselves there. Only weeks ago had you moved across the country to support them both as your father's condition worsened. They pushed you to take some nights for yourself, and the Hard Deck was an easy recommendation.

Despite the many twists of fate that had reunited you for years, nothing could have prepared you for the whirlwind of emotions you felt seeing Bradley there. You were fighting to catch a half-decent breath as your heart beat rapidly in your chest.

It wasn’t long before he spotted you. There was some sort of unspoken second sense you had for one another. After a warm hug and some quips from his squad mates, you two were sharing drinks and laughing together like always. It was as if no time had passed since your last serendipitous meeting. He asked about your life, and you asked about his. Your throat tightened at his reason for returning to TOP GUN, but you shoveled those feelings, like always.

They resurfaced at the closing of your father’s funeral. Your Uncle Pete took to escorting your mother away while you stood still as stone at the gravesite. All of the aviators in attendance had departed from the cemetery. All but one.

It was quiet, apart from the slight whistle of the air. You heard the careful padding of feet behind you but cared not to face the intruder. A hand along the small of your back was all you needed to know who had stayed behind. As your face scrunched up in sorrow, Bradley curled you against himself. He kept you guarded through your tears, murmuring every word of solace he thought of into your ear.

And when you urged you could not face the others in mourning, Bradley brought you to your hotel room. He held you through your grief for Tom, as you had held him through his for Carole. He promised that night to forever hold you in your hardest moments, and you shakily promised the same.

Somehow, everything felt like it would turn out okay: the loss of your father, the mission, and whatever came after. Through every peak and valley, it had always felt like that when Bradley was beside you.

living without you, living alone, this empty house feels so cold. wanting to hold you, wanting you near. how much i want to bring you home.

Housesitting seemed like a good idea in the moment. You had yet to find your own bearings on the West Coast as you kept your mother company in her grief. She was kind to open her home to you, yet you craved to return to the breadth of your independence. Crashing at an empty house gave you a taste of that.

It was a no-brainer to Bradley. By the time he had gotten his papers, you were his home’s most frequent guest. He trusted you more than anyone; though, he would never say as such to Nat. The younger lieutenant had already teased enough about her friend’s recovered friendship.

Pieces of that friendship were dotted around the house, you quickly discovered. You had tried your best to keep your mind away from it. The days not jammed with work assignments and housekeeping drew too long. No hobby or day trip could fill the void caving deep in your chest. Empty notification screens and inboxes tore it further apart.

You caved on the fifth week, finally diving into the details of the quaint beach house. Bradley had kept the memories of almost four decades perfectly preserved in so many ways. Virginia Beach carnival tickets from your teen years in a trinket box, a takeout menu from a diner in Connecticut stuffed into a desk drawer, an incredibly tacky Key West magnet hung on his fridge.

An entire photo album was dedicated to your shared Navy family: your aviator uncles and fathers, your mothers, and the pair of you. Faded tickets and receipts were pasted alongside the pictures of your years together once he had a mind for momentos. You felt your chest grow tighter at the thought that went into each page.

Five weeks had passed without a single word from him or any of the friends you now shared. You knew missions could be like this, your own father having gone AWOL for months on several different top-level occasions. And yet, it never left you feeling so empty before.

Bradley's room had stayed shut since he closed it before leaving. You had not dared to breach his privacy, despite his continual assurances that you could sleep in his bed while he was away.

“It’s practically our bed at this point, isn’t it?”

But the closeness was too much. You had needed to distance yourself from it, desperate to quiet the fright echoing in your mind. Now, you longed to drown yourself in the ghost of his presence.

Bradley had fixed up his things before leaving. Ever the neat freak, his floor was swept clean and his bedding was perfectly tucked. The only difference you spotted was a green woolen blanket peeking above one pillow.

Carole had gifted you that blanket. It had started as you needing it one night at her house and quickly became a regular borrowing occurrence. You only ever returned it when she was at her sickest. The hope was to provide her with the same compassion and encouragement she gave you as you grew up. After she passed, you didn’t think to ask where it ended up.

You clutched onto the material, desperate sobs shaking your body. Bradley had held onto it this whole time. He tucked it in safely where he had wanted you to be, to provide you the comfort you needed while he was preparing for a flight that held no guarantee of a safe return. Bradley Bradshaw was looking out for you again, just like he always had.

The weight of it all dawned on you as you lay cold as ever in that bed. How much you wished he would walk through the door, how much you yearned for the warmth of his body beside yours; how much you wished to tell him everything. In the light of your realization, nothing mattered more than the docking date just over the horizon.

but now that you've come back, turned night into day, i need you to stay.

You had wanted to go to the dock: to be the person Bradley bolted off of the ship to embrace, the one to welcome him home after weeks away. It was the silence that locked you in place. Not a single form of correspondence had reached you since he had departed. Frustration would be an easy crutch to rely on if you weren’t so riddled with fear.

Fear that your last kiss was on the front steps of his porch. Fear that you would never again hear his honeyed voice singing along to your radio. Fear that you had lost your one true companion in this life, past your ups and downs along the way.

Nat was making rounds to grab Jake, Bob, and Javy off of the carrier, anyway. “It’s no problem,” she had said when you called her not half an hour before you had been planning to leave. It was scribbled on your calendar, with a little heart that Bradley added on himself. Your eyes filled with hot tears as you stared at it.

You dreaded a knock on your door, accompanied by an officer wearing a sullen expression and desolate words that would blur in your ears. Or the sorrowful looks worn by his closest squad mates as they found you in the crowd of families and other loved ones awaiting their arrival.

The possibilities plagued any chance of restful sleep, that night above all the nights since his departure. Instead, you curled yourself against Bradley’s beat-up loveseat from college, eyes darting to the front door at every blare of headlights passing by.

The ungodly hour ticked on from the tacky bar clock on the wall: one of Goose’s favorite old house accessories. Draped around your shaky form was the blanket from Carole. Your father’s dog tags hung from your neck. Would you soon need memorabilia to remember Bradley by, too?

A soft creak of wood caught your attention, then another. Keys jingled at the front door as the lock began to turn. Tired from travels and anxious from his own arrival, Bradley trudged through the door with his bag in tow.

You barely contained your gasp, drawing his attention right to you as you lurched up from your seat. The duffel fell from his hand with a light thud on the floor. Not a second was wasted before you ran to embrace him. Bradley caught you instantly as you leaped into his open arms.

The tears you had restrained for hours fell freely into the fabric of his uniform. Your hands clung tightly around his neck, scared to ever let go.

“I’ve got you,” Bradley soothed as he felt the rush of your anxieties manifesting. “I’m right here, darlin’; I’m home.”

“I was s-so worried,” you hiccuped. “I-I didn’t hear anything, a-and I-”

“Shhh, I know. I know; I’m so sorry.” He walked you both back over to the loveseat. Falling against it, Bradley held you closer to him as his wind-chapped lips buried into your hair. A deep inhale drew you closer to his shoulder, the resulting exhale elevating you to the familiar beat of his heart.

Only a few moments passed before you began to push at his chest. He was quick to brace himself for you to sit upright in his lap. Your eyes scanning him were unreadable. Bradley rubbed the tops of your thighs, clad in his old UVA sweatpants, as he waited on you patiently.

The words were right there. They had burdened the tip of your tongue through almost every stage of your intertwined lives. No matter what the outcome would be, no excuse was great enough to keep them caged any longer. You were done keeping this final piece of yourself from the person who had already put together the rest.

“I was looking around here, while you were gone,” you sniffled. Bradley nodded as a gentle encouragement. He could read your apprehension as clear as day. Still, he would never force answers from you that you were not yet ready to give. He gave you soft and composed reassurances instead.

After taking a deep breath, you continued. “We’ve spent so much of our lives dancing around one another; our whole lives, even.” You fought to keep your eyes locked in his, despite the adrenaline beginning to race through your system. “And no matter what’s happened, and what has come between us, we have always found each other again.” Bradley nodded again, his lips curving ever so slightly upwards. His thumbs continued to trace shapes over the decades-old cotton.

“You have made my every victory a celebration, every hurdle a little easier to jump. But I was always scared.” His smile dropped, a slight frown replacing it. “I was scared of how dark it would feel to lose the way your-” You hesitated at the word, debating whether it was too powerful to use. The feel of his hands squeezing tenderly at your hips stirred your voice forward. “The way your care lights up my life.”

You finally let your chin fall, to break his piercing gaze and take a moment to collect yourself. “I have hidden myself in fear for too long. I don’t want to hide anymore.”

“I love you.” The words froze you. Processing them was not an easy feat, even more so when you had not seen him speak them. You flitted your widened eyes back up at Bradley. He was staring at you in a way you never recognized before, though no different from how he’d regarded you all along. It was only now you could put a name to it.

“I love you,” Bradley said again, to prove to you both that he really had. “You have always been my home and my safe haven from everything I've gone through.” He released his soft grip on your hips to caress your face instead, thumbs swiping at the tears still falling from your eyes. “Your love lights up my life, too.”

so now i come to you, with open arms. nothing to hide: believe what i say. so here i am, with open arms, hoping you'll see what your love means to me.

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serena-babes · 1 month

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Knight Reader x Lucifer Morningstar x Charlie Morningstar

platonic!

This is a little teaser for what I'm cooking up right now! ⋆⭒˚.⋆

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Ever Since Lucifer and Lilith's fall from grace, protection has always been a necessary resource. Y/ns has been there since the beginning pledging allegiance to both the king, queen, and the then young princess serving them for centuries. Y/n and the rest of the knightage fought to make sure to keep hell orderly, or as orderly as hell can get.

Y/n was much more serious compared to their fellow knights being a Grand Cross comes with its different sets of responsibilities that in their mind “allow for no error.” due to their seemingly frigid exterior outsiders would think Y/n was only following the chivalry code nothing more. But, on the contrary, Y/n did truly care for Morningstars.

This is why Y/n's heart dropped hearing about the extermination coming earlier than expected, it was always busier during this time of year. The number of casualties just from the royal guard was always a hard gap to fill after the massacre was over. But at least, the Morning Stars were spared. This time, however? Y/n wasn't sure everyone was going to come back alive, a direct attack from heaven? Some of their most skilled knights have fallen to the hands of exorcists. How in hell would Charlie ever come out alive?

But, Y/n takes orders, and Lucifer stops her from interfering.

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“I don't understand why you won't let me do this,” Y/n exclaimed curtly, brows pulled tightly together. The confusion was evident in their tone, their body rigid like a sword. A still silence blankets the room after no response. Y/n, Moving forward through Lucifer's study smoothly dodging various piles of ducks. Continued.

“I am loyal to this family, eternally. And the one chance I am needed…you, tell me to stay?.. Why? She is your daughter. Do you want her blood to spill across the pavement? Because that is what will happen if you let this continue.” Anger started to bubble to the surface as they pointed an accusatory finger at Lucifer.

The silenced followed them

“You must let me go I have-” Y/n pleading began

“Stop, I order you to stop,” Lucifer said weakly, looking away unsure. It was obvious he was going through his own anxiety and turmoil due to the extermination and the safety of his daughter.

“She has to do this, you.” he looked to Y/n glassy-eyed

“Cannot face heaven” he continued “I don't think anyone here really can… Charlie can hold her own. I mean if anything this could I don't know, um.. steer her away from heaven!” he said, his charismatic exterior seemingly returning to his body.

“Yes…but what do we do if she cannot handle it.” y/n said quietly, mouth pulled into a deep frown.

“Well, who better than me? King of hell! Eh! Eh!” lucifer exclaimed loudly elbowing y/n's rib cage

“This is not a time for humor,” she responded coldly. Lucifer rolled his eyes playfully.

“ Y/n I'm worried about her too, but this is something she needs to do. If I need to I will step in. You have enough to worry about with everybody else looking to you for guidance, have faith in her. So! I order you to stay here!…. Please.” Lucifer exclaimed albeit a little awkwardly since he was not used to giving many orders directly to Y/n's face

Y/n Sighed bending down to kneel “As you wish my king.”

“Okay okay, you don't have to do all of that! I mean, come on! You're practically family.” Lucifer exclaimed in surprise.

And so, Y/n trusting Lucifer they went back to their duties. Making preparations for extermination day preoccupied their mind most days. but silently anxiety seeped in. Truthfully, Y/n is terrified of losing Charlie and Lucifer they're the only family they've ever had. Even in life, Y/n wasn't close to anyone as much as they were with the MorningStars, which is why relief flooded Y/n's whole body hearing that both Charlie and Lucifer were safe in the end.

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fortune-fool02 · 1 year

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A Flash in the Pan

Luis Serra x Plaga female reader

Summary: The infection within [Name] rears its ugly head, and Luis has to help bring her back to sanity.

Warnings: Light spoilers for RE 4, light angst, blood, violence, fluff.

I blame Demon Slayer for this idea. Please reblog and comment as it really helps and is greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading!

Please enjoy.

A deep rumble ahead of them promised more rain to come, soaking the already drenched trio. Leon only groaned in annoyance while [Name] sighed. Luis wasn’t too bothered by it anymore, though he did wish he packed an umbrella. The village scrap had left them all struggling for ammo and saving every bullet they could.

Luis had made a comment some ways back that they were lucky he kept hold of his “trusty lance” while proudly holding up the metal rod like it was a sword. [Name] chuckled at it, recalling how Luis had pulled the metal rod up and swung it at one of the infected’s head, throwing it off balance and giving a moment to shoot a well-aimed bullet at its head, putting it down for good. Sometimes, there were moments where this all felt.... normal.

Like they weren’t risking their lives to rescue the President’s daughter from a cult. That they were just bonding with one another, spending time together to gather themselves and catch their breath. A sigh left [Name]’s lips as she rubbed her eyes, a faint aching pulse behind them gnawing away at her. Little headaches like these were common, save for the larger, head-splitting ones she, Leon and Ashley were unfortunate enough to endure thanks to the damned parasite squirming about inside them. She prayed that they would be able to reach Luis’ laboratory in time, before there was nothing left of them to save.

Leon and [Name] had both made a silent agreement, that if one of them turns, if one of them becomes enslaved by Saddler’s will and command, the other would kill them. They tried to view it as a mercy-killing, to save them the torment of becoming the very monsters they fight so hard against. It was painful, for the both of them, even if Leon tried not to show it. The both of them had worked together for a long time now and there wasn’t anyone in the world they would trade one another for. That was why they both were chosen for this mission, trusted for it.

[Name] shook her head a little, pulling herself from those thoughts as she took a breath. They weren’t going to fail this mission. They couldn’t.

Luis gave her a small smile, gently patting her shoulder, “Eh, you okay, [Name]?” He asked, his smoke grey eyes lightly twinkling in the low light that the candle offered them. All three took shelter from the approaching storm in one of the houses in by the lake. [Name] sat by the window, watching the rain hit the large lake.

“Hm? Yeah, I’m okay. Just a headache.” She told him, giving her eyes another rub before resting her head against her propped up arm. They had been walking for most of the day and she was exhausted. Luis only smiled at her before grabbing a chair and plopping himself beside her,

“C’mon, talk to me. Something’s up, I know it.” He turned to her, his full attention on her and her alone. It was no secret that Luis had a soft spot for ladies but he had a softer spot for [Name]. The man’s eyes lit up whenever he saw her or her name was mentioned, and he was never too far away from her. With him, she felt something more, something different than with Leon.

“Well, I keep getting these... pains around my jaw. They’re not too bad but they keep bothering me sometimes.” As she spoke, Luis leaned in close, gently taking her face into his hands as he examined her jawline for any injuries or anything amiss. A look of concentration crossed his face, an expression she hadn’t seen on him before.

“Hm, I don’t see anything out of the ordinary. Though it could be the parasite’s work.” He hummed in thought. His thumb very gently caressing the bottom of her cheek, a comforting motion which was returned by her leaning into his warm touch a little, a small smile lifting the corner of her lips. Both remained like that for a moment, savouring it for every second they could. A sudden crash outside caught their attention, ruining their peaceful moment as the angered chanting of the infected villagers could be heard.

“Shit, we need to move, now.” Leon cursed, gathering his weapons before they tried to head out the back door, hoping to avoid the crowd. Keeping their heads low, they moved along a small dirt path, ducking below the height of the wheat, using it as a cover. [Name] trailed at the back, her eyes keep glancing around to see if she was clear to move or not. She took one step into a gap in the grass and heard a cursing from one of the villagers, followed by a bottle smashing in front of her, erupting into flames.

“[Name]!” Luis’ voice called out, worry dripping off his voice as he turned around. [Name] shook her head,

“No, keep going! I’ll catch up to you!” The infected moved in, forcing [Name] to turn and run, promising to catch up to them again soon. She knew the path they were taking and would search for an alternative to meet up back outside the Church grounds. She would just have to meet them there.

The heavy rain rendered the ground slippery, thick with mud, adding yet another obstacle for [Name] as she fled, trying to lose the infected that gave chase to her. Her legs burned as she ran, her muscles protesting as exhaustion was seeping in, coiling around her bones to weigh them down. Adrenaline coursing through her, pounding her heart harder as its rhythm gripped the sides of her head and squeezed, pulling a groan from the woman as she held her head, still pushing herself to run.

She couldn’t stop now.

A gnawing ache writhed in her chest, curling around her lungs, slowly pushing its ragged claws into the soft muscle. There was a light, metallic taste in the back of her throat that she tried not to think about too much until she was safe. The shouting grew distant, fading away behind her before it finally fell silent. Another crash of thunder being the only other sound heard as from the pelting rain and her pounding heart.

Pushing herself forward, [Name] leaned against the wall of a house, her lungs burning as her legs did, catching her breath seeming impossible at this point. Small, short gasps and wheezes were all she could manage, threads around her lungs like wire tightened with each deep breath.

A series of coughs racked her body, her hand covering her mouth as blood splattered on her palm. Dread dropped in her stomach and all she wanted to do was cry and curse and scream her heart out. But that would get her nowhere. Her vision began to swim more, her head feeling heavier than it should be. Something in her head told her this wasn’t right, that something was amiss. A low growling sound caught her attention.

Vibrant crimson eyes glowed from inside the bushes around her, low snarls filled the air as three large, black dogs emerged. The parasite’s effects riddling their bodies, drool dripping from their wide jaws, hungered snarls made as they started to circle her. Panic pulsed throughout [Name]’s body as she tried to pull out her knife when the first dog pounced, slamming its weight into her, knocking the knife from her hand and crashing her into the ground. Another lunged, latching its jaws around her leg, tugging and tearing at her limb, ripping pained screams from her as she tried to kick it off.

She couldn’t die here. Not like this. They had to finish the mission, she had to get back to the others, to Luis. She had to survive. Survival was all that mattered, by any means. Blackness spilled through her veins as her vision turned red.

***

Sharp pants left Luis’ lips as he leaned against the wall, his hands on the wood as his head dripped down a bit, gulping down oxygen as he tried to steady his rapid heartbeat. They had lost the villager’s some ways back now, but they didn’t stop until they were certain. Worry chewed away at Luis, [Name] could take care of herself, he didn’t deny that, but the idea of being separated from her made his heart ache. They had to find her.

“I think we’re close to the Church, I hope she made it.” He heard Leon say, sparking a glimmer of hope inside the Spaniard. Pushing himself off the wall, he turned on his heel and followed Leon up the dirt trail that led up the side of the Church. Pained howls and whimpers made both men stop in their tracks, listening closer to the sound of flesh and bone breaking, a heavy thudding sound following along. Drawing their guns, they moved slowly, wary of the threat that was possibly awaiting them.

Luis peeked from behind the metal gate, trying to get a look at the creature and felt his blood run cold. [Name]’s back faced him but he could see her slamming her foot down repeatedly into the already mangled corpse of one of the infected dogs. Two more laid around, their bones and flesh a disgusting mix with their heads being a mess of gore. The animals dead but that did not seem to stop her. Without thinking, Luis pushed the gate open and walked over, his grey eyes filled with concern.

“[Name]! Cálmate, they’re already dead!” At the sound of his voice, she turned her head slowly towards him. Black veins spidered all along her face, crawling up her neck against her sickly coloured skin. Her crimson eyes appearing to glow even brighter as a result. There was no sense of familiarity in them nor anything close to humanity. No, no, they couldn’t be too late.

“[Name]... No.”

Leon moved beside Luis, pulling his handgun force, but there was a light tremble in the man’s grip. “[Name]! Don’t make me do this!”

Luis turned, grabbing the barrel of the handgun and forcing it towards the ground, glaring at Leon for even raising the gun to her.

“Don’t! We can still help her, we can’t-” Luis’ words were cut off as [Name] charged at them, slamming into Leon and tackling the man to the ground, her hands latching onto his throat. Almost feral-sounding growls and yells were made from her as Leon struggled against her, trying to pry her hands away from his throat, his lungs burning at this.

[Name]’s mouth opened, a little too widely than before, and she moved her head down, aiming for Leon’s throat. A look of surprise flashes her face as a thick, metal rode was forced into her mouth, Luis holding both ends securely as he tried to pull her off of Leon, fighting against her strength as she thrashed about wildly in an attempt to get him off her.

“[Name], listen! You can fight this! I know you’re scared, mi amor, but you can do it!” Luis wrapped his legs around her waist, using it to anchor himself onto her as she pushed back from Leon, crashing both him and herself into the stone wall, but his grip remained tight. He was not going to let go of her. He saw the wound on her leg, those dogs had a truly vicious bite. The thought of her in pain, alone and afraid, it was no wonder the parasite took its chance to strike.

Pain bloomed in his back though he couldn’t care at that moment in time. Luis’ only concern at the moment was [Name]. Letting go of one end of the rod, he covered her eyes the best he could and leaned forward, his lips beside her ear as he pleaded almost.

“[Name], please. Por favor regrese, come back to me.” Her body suddenly arched up, a pained cry ripping from her before her body went limp, falling to the ground. Luis climbed off her, pulling the rod from her mouth and setting it aside, watching the black veins slowly reduce down to a faint mark. Relief flooding through him as he took her into his arms, holding her close as he gently prepped her head in soft kisses, whispering comfort to her unconscious form.

That was far too close. They were running out of time.

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inwhosereverie · 2 months

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fem!reader x dad!john price

he’s never left your mind since then and you were sure the man you have so miraculously saw by the grocery store had been associated with a family as a bread winner father of sort, wore like one, looked like one (no offense intended) and was speaking to someone through the phone pressed against his ear when you noticed him.

like a man who knew his wants but now indecisively staring through the aisle of pad selections “right love, speak properly.” sounded frustrated from the tone of his voice, rasp, gravelly, couldn’t undertsand a single word his daughter was saying despite listening intently. you too, were at the same aisle just a few distance apart and you were restocking your feminine needs. you heard his voice and immediately turned your head towards his direction.

“the one with wings..” he muttered as his eyes scanned through different brands, furrowed brows of confusion, unknowing what the hell the ‘wings’ resembled for in pads. lips agape slightly, likely to huff out a frustrated sigh wishing his daughter at least remembered the brand of whatever she used before throwing the empty packs away.

tall, muscular, his voice, calloused hand firmly squeezing his hip impatiently, beard that defined his jawline, worn a beanie that hid his hair, man’s was ripped you could tell, his form that his jacket hid beneath spoke to you. you may have been staring for so long the man looked your way- your eyes met for nearly a milisecond including the way his eyes glanced away and glanced back again before avoiding you altogether, assumed you judged him when he didn’t have the basic knowledge in pads or worse: if you wondered why a man was in this aisle in the first place. turning his broad back entirely to you before taking a random pack from the shelf and threw it in his basket, to hell if this was the wrong one, he’s got to go.

and so he scurried away, muttering a silent “got it.” into his phone before hanging up. you couldn’t help but smile, you were really only enthralled by the man’s physique.. it was like seeing someone straight out a movie and you wondered when the next time you see him but also felt like you’d most likely never see a man that handsome ever again.

you felt weird because the situation was anything but romantic yet his image just pops into your head in random times of the day, whenever you’d cook, bam, him. felt weird because he’s a stranger, with a family probably.. and you were 30, no one but a cat to have as a companion and you have swiftly assumed he’s at least just a few years older than you were, you also found yourself guessing his name from time to time when loungimg.

Mark?

Dave?

Arthur?

“John.” he smiles, his cheeks raise and his eyes squints gently when he does. exhaling out his nose, you nearly lose your composure standing near him- towering over you. yes. you did somehow manage to see him again, the same aisle after 3 months- the thoughts of him did disappear just a tad bit when you’ve not seen such a man for that long but you did still wonder and now you were here again, needing to restock. seein’ him with the same struggle, same way. this time you actually found the balls to come over and help him.

you’d think by now a man like him who had to go back would’ve known what to buy, but he still hadn’t figured out the code. you approached him as nice and gentle as possible and asked if he needed your help. he did and you told some needed basics. it was cute how he listened, even asked and repeated some of what you said just so he knew he was going the right way with this, like it was some examination he had to take seriously of. very devoted man.

you introduced yourself first before he did, he gave back a gentle nod to acknowledge you “thank you.. by the way.” he cleared his throat, thought he was staring you down a bit too long so he shifts his gaze elsewhere, raised the packs of pad you recommended as the indication of his appreciation “she didn’t like the one i bought.. eh.. my daughter.” his deep raspy voice echoes the small chuckle that erupted from his throat into your head.

daughter. you kept in mind. he has a daughter, therefore, maybe a wife?? you try not to focus on the thoughts, bummed you out just a little. the thought of a wife, that is.

“hopefully she’d like that one better, a lot comfier in my humble opinion.” you smile gently, try start a conversation but you were awkward and you felt as if he saw through you with the way he stares. those blue eyes neutral, though it was as if it was analyzing you. he gives the vibe of authority, it made you stiff and your spine crawl yet the smile he wore with the soft reassurance was an opposite “she’d be delighted, i’m sure of it.”

#captain john price #john price #john price x reader #john price fluff #john price x you #john price x female reader #cod fluff #john price imagine

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pareiwheeler · 13 days

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i’m gonna rate pjo ships because i’m bored and my opinion is Correct

percabeth - 11/10, i actually love them so much i don’t think there is a single ship i love more than them.

grover/juniper - 7/10, they’re cute, i just feel like there’s no depth there. also wasn’t grover willing to cheat on her with that daughter of iris?!?! correct me if im wrong but …🤨

jiper - 2/10, actual snoozefest like i’m sorry but it’s just copy and paste percabeth without everything that makes percabeth good. also they’re both queer and were forced into the relationship by hera/juno

valgrace - 10/10, I LOVE THEM. the tragedy the trope i just. ugh i love them

caleo - -890/10, hate it.

jercy - 9/10, they’re silly, also love a good enemies to lovers trope. at the VERY LEAST they both had a lil crush on each other

percico - 1/10, it rubs me in all the wrong ways, especially with the age gap and the nature of their relationship. i can’t see them as anything but friends who occasionally run into each other and have awkward catch-ups. obviously love the unrequited crush but the relationship is . Different

solangelo - 9/10, used to hate them but then i read s&ts and cut them some slack. just wish will was an actual character instead of just “nico’s boyfriend :3”

jeyna - 8/10 SO much potential but i still feel like it would kind of be basic. also reyna kind of throwing away the idea of being with jason when percy showed up was odd

pipabeth - 10/10, silly silly silly. i love them. also love the idea of a little polycule with percabeth and pipabeth and jercy. i’ll shut up now

valdangelo - 10/10, almost feels like what rick wanted solangelo to be. like sunshine character with a tragic past x dark character with a tragic past in its prime. they’re also hilarious

frazel - i DESPISE the age gap. i wish rick would have just made her 16 like everyone else because 13 x 16 is such a huge gap in emotional maturity. she’s a kid dawg 😭🙏 OTHER than that they’re cute, but i really hate the gap

valzhang - 7/10, honestly can’t see frank being into leo LIKE that but it’s a fun ship, they’re honestly so silly especially in mark of athena. they hate each other (besties (boyfriends))

jasico - 10/10, Oh the tragedy i can’t take this. like if it wasn’t tragic i wouldn’t like it if that makes sense. but the image of nico needing to be held back from shadows so he won’t freak out and avenge jason himself Ohhhh yeah that hits hard

perleo - 5/10, eh, they’re just friends to me. BEST friends, but that’s it

ruegard - 10/10, the patrochilles parallel will ALWAYS GET ME. they better kiss in the show

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Clinging Onto You

Request: “HIII idk if your taking requests rn but I thought id put in an idea for a peter parker x stark!daughter fic where theyre in a secret relationship and they get exposed somehow? im thinking kinda angsty like he walks in to the compound all bloody or something AHH IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT but thats pretty much it but yeah! i love your stuff btw!!”

Summary: The Avengers unexpectedly find out that Tony’s daughter Y/N and Peter are dating.

Authors Note: Set during No Way Home, in an AU that everyone survived Endgame.

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Peter felt his heart practically lurch out of his body when saw Y/N falling. In a snap, he forgot about his mission, he forgot about the other Peters, he forgot about everything. The only thing concerning him was his girlfriend’s safety. It was so high up his priority list that it consumed him, and to see her safety be threatened lit a fuel he didn’t know he had.

He didn’t think, or hear, or speak when he ran and leapt, diving after her with his arm outstretched. Faster, he thought to himself, as the image of complete terror overwhelming Y/N was burned into his mind, her bone-shattering scream sure to leave his ears ringing for days.

The tips of their fingers were inches away, he was nearly there, just about to lock his tight grip on her shaky hand when bam—the wind was knocked out of him as he was thrown off to the side, too far away from Y/N for his liking.

Recovering quickly, Peter’s spider sense directed his fingers to scrape at and clutch the edge of the construction site. Using all his upper body strength, he pulled himself up and scrambled across. His eyes were wide as a bug’s as he searched the abyss of construction for his falling girlfriend, about to send a thwip of webs in her direction when he didn’t see her.

He panted. Had she fallen? Was she—?

From his position, Peter didn’t spot that the other Peter had caught Y/N with tears in his eyes about the girl he wish he could’ve caught. On the tip of a spiral of hatred and despair, his saving grace was found when Peter 3’s voice came over their shared comm system.

“Peter, Peter 1, I caught Y/N. She’s okay, just a little shaken up.”

After the initial shock were off, Peter’s influx of grief was replaced with waves of relief. His ability to breathe became easier and he felt his muscles lose their tension. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he croaked in response.

Later on, when Peter saw the back of Green Goblin standing mere feet away from him, a desire for vengeance flashed through his eyes. He narrowed in on his target and walked towards him, arms outstretched to do something—anything—when he was stopped.

“Eh eh eh, don’t do anything too quickly,” his sneaky, drawling voice came.

Peter furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, watching as the man slowly turned around. Then, his eyes widened, seeing the person who was with the villain. None other than the love of his life, his girlfriend Y/N, the daughter of one of the most famous heroes ever. Green Goblin had an arm around her, tightly holding her back. Fear was in her eyes as she struggled in vain.

“Let her go, Goblin,” Peter ordered in a low voice, slowing down his movements. In the back of his mind, he wondered where the other Peters were. This was very inconvenient.

He had the nerve to laugh a sick laugh and it made Peter’s blood boil with anger. “I said, let her go!” He repeated, raising his voice to yell.

Green Goblin ignored this and took a step forward, dragging Y/N along with him. “I observed your reaction when she fell, Parker. Quite distraught you were when you didn’t catch her, hmm? I’ll let her go . . . when you admit, in front of the cameras, who the daughter of Stark is to you and why you hid her from the public like your identity!” He said.

For the first time, Peter’s eyes flickered up and he noticed the cameras circling the air above them from helicopters. All news stations, most likely, broadcasting the footage to the entire globe. And, if the entire globe was seeing it, that meant the Avengers were watching, too.

(And, back at the Avengers tower, the team was watching in half-shock, half-fear. They had known that this was a fight Peter needed to do by himself, so they refrained from suiting up, but the involvement of Y/N changed it at all.)

His eyes flickered over to Y/N anxiously, who was still determined and not giving up in her fight for freedom. He couldn’t trust that Green Goblin would stay true to his word. “Why do you want me to say this?” Peter questioned.

Green Goblin pursed his lips. “Oh, Peter, I thought you were smarter than this,” he began condescendingly. “Don’t you know that my goal is to cause you as much pain as possible? You’re hiding something. You’re hiding her. And I will force it out of you, one way or another.”

When Peter hesitated, still not trusting him, Green Goblin took it a step forward. Reaching into a pocket, the young hero only saw a flash of what it was in his hand before he injected it into Y/N’s neck. Gasping, Y/N began to fight even harder, although it didn’t do anything.

“This, son, is a poison I developed. It’s quick-acting. She gets the antidote when you tell me what I want to know,” the villain threatened.

Peter’s eyes went wide. He opened his mouth, prepared to spill it all, when he caught sight of the other Peters stealthily approaching from behind Green Goblin. Within a split second, they attacked. Peter 3 pulled the man back with his webs while Peter 2 administered the cure.

At the sudden loss of his grip on her, Y/N stumbled forward. Peter leapt to catch her, wrapping his arms wound her protectively and pulling her close. “The antidote!” He yelled to Peter 2. “It’s somewhere in his pocket!”

Peter 2 jumped into action, reaching into Green Goblin’s pocket. When he grabbed the antidote, he tossed it to Peter. Peter caught it and injected into Y/N. For a split second, her eyes widened, but she soon relaxed. “Thank you,” she murmured into her boyfriend’s shoulder.

Peter squeezed his eyes shut, relishing in the comfort that Y/N just being safe was bringing to him. He only opened his eyes when he felt the wind hit his face, blinking and making out the Avengers’ Quinjet arriving before all the team members stepped out. While the other Peters returned to their own universes, Tony led the team towards the embracing teenagers.

“Y/N, Peter, are you guys alright?” He asked worthily, placing a hand on Y/N’s shoulder.

Turning around, Y/N gladly fell into her father’s arms. Meanwhile, Peter blinked at the sudden loss of her touch. It felt like he was missing something. “I’m—I’m fine. Just cuts and bruises. But Y/N—” he began to say, as the rest of the Avengers crowded around them.

Y/N shook her head, melting back into the safety next that was her boyfriend, leaning against him. “I feel—I feel . . . I’m fine, okay? Don’t worry about me,” she mumbled into Peter’s shoulder. No one was convinced.

Before Tony could start an argument with his daughter out of concern, Natasha stepped in. “Let’s get you guys on the Quinjet. Bruce will have to check you both over just in case,” she directed softly, leading them onto the Quinjet.

Peter and Y/N stayed to the back, away from everyone else. Although Tony had wanted to join his daughter, Steve had steered him away, whispering about how they needed some space with each other to process everything. On the Quinjet, everyone took their seats. Normally Natasha and Clint would pilot, but this time they put it on autopilot. Peter and Y/N settled into seats next to each other, with Y/N wrapping both arms around one of Peter’s.

Bruce was able to clean and disinfect Peter’s cuts, but then he had to switch to Y/N. “I want to have F.R.I.D.A.Y do a medical scan and take a sample of blood just to be sure. We couldn’t really tell what happened with Goblin from the T.V, but it was obviously something,” he said.

At that, Peter looked around. Everyone — except for Tony that is, who was looking at the teens intently — averted their gaze at Bruce’s words. He had wondered if they heard what Green Goblin had said, and it was obvious by now that they had. He silently thanked them for not bringing it up, even though they wanted to.

“He poisoned me, but Peter gave me the antidote. ‘M fine,” she mumbled tiredly.

“P-poison?” Tony coughed out, his eyes wide. He wasn’t the only one shocked and concerned, but the others hid it better.

“Let’s go over to somewhere where there’s more light so we can make sure,” Bruce instructed softly, before standing up and moving to the center of the ship, where the light from the ceiling was shining down.

Y/N went to to follow him, her grip on Peter never lessening. Peter didn’t mind, he was more than happy to hold onto her. He joined them both, and thankfully FRIDAY was intelligent enough to be able to scan Y/N without needing Peter to step aside. He patiently waited for Bruce to take Y/N’s finger prick, and the couple watched as he analyzed the incoming scan.

“You seem okay, the antidote worked quickly . . . But the poison and antidote has some side effects and has weakened you. You’ll need to rest like Peter,” Bruce concluded. “I’ll analyze your blood just to make sure.”

As soon as she was given the green light, Y/N wasted no time in during around and plopping herself in her seat. Peter gladly joined her.

When the Quinjet reached the compound, everyone began organizing themselves. Natasha took it upon herself to wake the now-sleeping teenagers, who had wrapped themselves around each other. Y/N’s legs were thrown over Peter’s lap, her head resting in the crook of his neck. Peter had his arms wrapped around her, his head resting against her own.

Everyone had noticed — except Tony, that was, who was too worried about his daughter to notice anything else. However, no one said a word, wanting them to sleep.

When Natasha approached the teens, she reached her hand out to shake Peter’s shoulder, when Y/N shifted. After a moment, she settled, but her mumbling came not long after. Natasha didn’t catch what she said, but when she moved around more, it woke Peter up.

“Wha—” Peter started to mumble himself, blinking a couple times before turning to Y/N. Recognizing the situation, he shifted, pulling Y/N closer. In response, Y/N kept moving around, but couldn’t go anywhere in Peter’s arms.

“Catch me, please,” she whispered in her sleep, making Peter’s and Natasha’s eyes widen.

“Y/N, Y/N, you’re having a nightmare. Wake up,” Peter said, his voice loud but still kind, wasting no time in gently shaking her shoulder. This got everyone’s attention, stopping what they were doing to turn to the teenagers and the Widow.

“Pe—ter, catch me!” Y/N yelled, kicking her leg out and hitting the air. She tossed and turned and Peter had to tighten his grip on her so she didn’t accidentally fall onto the ground.

“Y/N, wake up,” he repeated, pausing before ultimately cupping her cheek in his hand. The comforting touch instantly drew her from her restless sleep, and as soon as she became aware, she was looking around hurriedly. “Hey, hey, you’re okay. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

Y/N relaxed, wrapping her arms around Peter and pulling herself closer to him — if that was even possible. He adjusted himself so she was sitting in his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist, head nestled into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her back, his chin on his shoulder, glancing at the other Avengers.

After a few minutes of small mumblings from Peter about how he was here for her and how she was safe, Steve cleaned his throat. “We’re ready,” he announced to the team, although it was clear who his intended target was. Everyone but Peter and Y/N had their stuff.

The team stood up, Tony and Natasha grabbing Y/N and Peter’s belongings, while Peter stood up, carrying his girlfriend. No one said a word about it until they reached the compound’s living room, where Y/N had fallen asleep and Peter had laid her carefully on the couch.

“What was that?” Tony asked, coughing. His voice was thick with emotion and hoarse.

When Peter turned around, wearing a tired, concerned, and sad expression, Tony opened his mouth to retract the question. He was about to say that it was fine, he could hear about it another time, but Peter already started talking.

“During the fight, she-she fell. I dived after her but was knocked out of the way. I assumed the worst, but one of the other Peters caught her,” he explained, averting his gaze and ultimately squeezing his eyes shut as he recalled the utter fear that ran through his blood. He let the team adjust to this for a couple seconds, since he wasn’t done speaking. “Then, Goblin must’ve grabbed her. He wanted me to . . . to admit who she is to me because he wanted to hurt me. I was reluctant, how could I trust him? So he poisoned her, but the other Peters arrived and we got the antidote for her and cured him.”

Tony’s gaze fell to his daughter. “Oh my god,” he whispered, gravitating towards her and kneeling down. Reaching out to brush the hair away from her face, he looked up at Peter as he pieced the puzzle together. “Are you two in a relationship with each other?” He asked.

Peter slowly looked around at everyone in the room, all still processing what he had just revealed. “We were going to tell you,” he admitted. It was the truth.

Tony nodded, taking a deep breath before standing up. He turned to Peter and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Get some rest, Pete. You did great today,” he said.

Blinking, Peter nodded a little numbly. However, he couldn’t hide his tired, goofy smile as he let himself flop on the couch next to Y/N. He pulled his girlfriend closer to himself, knowing that it wouldn’t wake her up. Steve threw a blanket over them and the team all took their seats, beginning a quiet conversation. Closing his eyes, Peter continued to smile as he was holding Y/N and feeling her warmth, letting his team’s soft and low voices lull him to sleep.

It would take a while for them to be okay again, but they worked through it together. And now, at least, they didn’t need to hide it from the Avengers anymore. (Although they did have to deal with Sam and Bucky’s constant teasing).

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upn-the-sky · 5 months

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Give me God of War!! (Ares OOAK, Part 2)

Just a reminder that there was Part 1 of this madness.

OKAY

I wanted to wait until I finish sword and spider legs before making a post, but there are three days after finishing the whole armor and I can't wait, I am screaming about Ares's supremacy.

Now I can say, it was hard. And the most hard thing was finding a balance. There are differences between Ares's 3D models from the different years, even in color palette. And I wanted to be as much close to the first game design as it possible. Some features were fully recreated from GOW1, some others I found more good at latest model from GOW3 and reworked them according to it. So at the end we have a good symbiosis I think.

Now let's a take a bow and look a bit closer at the mess under the cut.

Preparatory process

Until eyes are frightened, you can't do anything. To be honest I had no idea from where to start, the plan sounded like a "How to draw an owl" tutorial. Complexity of his armor scared me as hell, and after spending some time with drawings, where I tried to figure out a hook and loop system, which should attach parts to each other, I gave up and started to make his scaly iron belt, it felt more easier. YEAH.

Iron belt

You can see it at the screenshot. Well, one of the versions. Seems, it has no purpose beside decorative, I mean, maybe it can protect the groin, but eh, not really, honestly. At GOW3 model of dead Ares it became more detailed with round flower-like pendants and a little green jewel drops, but also it became golden as all metallic elements. I decided to make everything silver, but anyway, belt is very beautiful and I headcanon it is the same belt, which Ares gifted to his daughter Hippolyte in the past.

I weaponised myself with the smallest crochet hook and red thread and started to knit. WHY KNIT YOU ASK?? I don't know, it is easier for me than sewing all these scales %) Maybe they represents some fishy motives? (His connection with Aphrodite). Or serpent? (One of Ares's children, who was killed by Kadmus). Maybe green jewels is a hint to his mother Hera, because she loves emeralds. Who knows.

Scales, flowers, suns, glass drops.. If I were Ares, I'd present it to my beloved warrior daughter too.

Pteruges

As an example of the true manliness, Ares wears a skirt of course. He is not a barbarian, who hides his beautiful freckled thighs in the pants! How dare we to judge..

The easy part was to make a leather stripes and pierce them with the rivets (little nails, which I cut after this to left a head only). The hard part (which I had a chance to feel over and over again) was to figure out how to attach it to the body and hide all of the fasteners, and how to let stripes flow on his thighs and how the hell it should cover his.. godlike butt, I can't believe I wrote this.. %)

ANYWAY, A MONTH LATER I decided to make it a single piece with the iron belt, by creating a two-part wide leather base, attach knitted waistband to it, then join the each stripe to the separate piece of cloth to make them movable, then attach this cloth to the leather and sew some hooks. Aaaand the final result!

Cuirasse

I just say I literally hanged up myself with it. Here will be ranting...

Let's just think that it is not enough just to recreate appearence. In making 3D you can ignore some aspects like hidden straps and strings, which keeps armor conjoint on the human body. But how to make it wearable to the doll body, which is not soft and has a stable reliefs? How to make armor firm and shaped, but not completely firm, so it can be taken off from the body? Yes, my wish from the beginning was to make whole armor with a possibility to take it off and send nudes dress Ares in different outfit, which i will also make someday. How to make it light, so the doll can stand by itself? How to make it textured, to make it looks rough, to imitate metal or at least used condition? How to make metal parts without using a metal?

OKAY, WE NEED TO BE CANON - I thought and it was a day I decided to not invent armor, but use an experience of the hellenic people, who was smarter than me, I guesse. Because long time ago these people invented Linothorax - composite armor made of laminated linen fabric. ____

First of all, I splited Ares's cuirass to the segments: chest+collar segment, belly segment, spine segment, which emphasizes Ares's love to hunching over a little, and a waist-and-lower segment. Plus cuirasse has chained shoulder straps and side straps.

Well, when you have all elements, it is easier to imagine a complete piece. After that you just buy fabric, glue, chains, 27 hours for your day, new eyes, paint and other stuff. You wrap the body with the film and tape to protect it and start to glue. And here it is time for me to shut up, I know, you are here to watch a process, not to read an essay. I started from the front pieces of course. You imagine a pattern, you cut it, you glue it to hold the natural body forms as close as possible. Collar was formed right here. Gladly we can remove Ares's head when we want to do it...

Waist piece (eheh, spider butt (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) and first attempt to assemble the cuirasse. Here I literally lost my last brain cells and bravery, stopped the process and didn't make straps until the last week.

Anyway A MONTH LATER!!11 after the first assemble I started to sculp a relief of the reinforced chest and the metallic collar. Also we can check how's our decapitated dogs doing. Here you can see a belly piece of the cuirasse, which needed it's own dog decor. I was that meme boy with a knife, yeah..

Seemed they doing great! I felt that and decided to finish arm armor. Shoulder pads and bracers Thankfully making them requires the same process: cut a pattern, glue it, repeat for each arm. Here is close ups of the leather "feathers" pierced by rievets, chained bracers (I am very proud that I recreated it fully like at the Ares model. Bracers has no other strings and stays at arm only because of the chains) and shoulder pads as a base and as a complete, fully Cerbered piece. Actually this part wasn't really difficult, I've just delayed the inevitable.

Boots The first GOW novel says he weared sandals!!! Bloodstained SANDALS! But this novel was written much later, so we are making rocker boots. ᕕ(シ)ᕗ HEY!, we are laughing here, but Ares is smart, Ares don't want to break his toes by kicking someone's helmet! Maybe after having some experience %)))

Well, as I said in my previous posts, his boots was the most agressive part his armor. Heel and shoes toes should be firm, but sole should stay soft. Also the whole construction of the boots should looks monolite with the greavers which cover up the layers of the material above the ankles. Don't forget about the chains and double emotional damage, because there is two legs!

A little more damage as a person you receive, when you understand that you need to process each edge of each piece, because all armor pieces has visible layers. And only after that you can paint everything, draw Ares's assymetrical ornaments and dress him up.

That's how we reach the end. Here he is. O defence of Olympus, father of warlike Victory, ally of Themis, stern governor of the rebellious, leader of righteous men. Kratos's yes-homo partner and his personal most vieceful enemy.

Ares! God of war!

Thank you everyone for your patience while reading this duvet cover. See ya in Part 3, Skeletor will return soon with a sword, spider legs and normal photos. And stay tuned, I will post some portraits next time!

#ares #ares god of war #kratos #kratos gow #god of war #gow #god of war ragnarok #gowr #ooak doll #ooak #action figures #upn the sky handycraft

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Hawkins Prison Blues

Pairing | Steve Harrington x HoppersDaughter!Reader

Summary | A simple delivery turns into a night of unresolved feelings as you find the one and only Steve Harrington locked in Hawkins Police Station's one and only jail cell

Warnings | explicit language, angst, extensive talk about parental relationships

W/C | 6.3k

A/N | Well I am in no way anti-Hopper, this fic seems to be (oops). This takes place the night of the Snow Ball after Steve drops off Dustin. The reader is Hopper's second daughter and for inclusivity sake, I did not specify how she came to be Hopper's daughter and there are many ways to have kids so please freely imagine yourself here! - saph

“That’ll come out to five ninety-eight, would you like to pay cash or card?”

“Cash.”

The lights on the faded menu flicker as you pull around to the next window, tapping your hand on the car door to the beat of the music. Warm air rattles out of the heater, chugging alongside the music. Your watch reads eight o’clock and besides the one van in front of you that reeks of weed, you haven’t seen another car since you left the house. No,, parents and kids alike, had long since settled down in the school lot for the infamous Snow Ball. The middle schoolers were experiencing their first major dance while kiss-asses from Hawkins High were vying for chaperone spots, trying to scrounge up a little extra-credit for the end of the semester. Parents, including your father, were busy with send-offs, polaroids and potlucks as they watched another big milestone pass them by.

Jane had looked beautiful, you couldn’t deny that, especially as you–against your father’s wishes–helped her add a bit of your makeup to her look. Yes, she was beautiful, far more than you had been at your first Snow Ball. You hadn’t even worn a dress. You hadn’t even owned a dress. But nothing but the best for daddy’s little girl.

“Whopper with a small fry and a coke?”

“Yep, thanks.”

You pull the greasy bag into the car and dump it onto the passenger seat. The smell fills the car instantly and you roll down the windows letting the crisp winter air take you somewhere else. The route to the station had been second nature about a month after you earned your license; you didn’t need to think to get where you were going. A dangerous habit sure, but tension coiled around your muscles, and you didn’t want to think at all let alone about anything to do with your dad.

Unfortunately, it was him who had called from the station just as you had finished your shift at Tiff’s, not bothering to detail the ‘emergency’ that had him leaving home so suddenly. Despite the shouting in the background of the call, clearly said ‘emergency’ hadn’t been as pressing as your dad had made it out to be, considering you’re busy delivering Burger King to the chief of police rather than relaxing in bed with a book.

When you pull up, Calvin and Phil are already gone, the absence of their squad cars further confirming the suspicion that there really is no good reason for your dad, or you, to be out here at this hour. You’d be lying if you said you were surprised. You know what ‘emergencies’ are code for: shit you don’t get to know about.

You shove the door open with a grunt, the hinges sticking with the cold. “Dad?”

“Yeah, in here.”

Dropping the bag down on his desk, you flop down into the chair usually reserved for petty criminals and pissed off neighbors and toy with the nameplate sat in front of you. Jim Hopper.

“Mm, thanks for this,” He says between bites.

“Yeah, no problem,” You sigh, stealing a fry from his makeshift plate, hope for a simple conversation simmering in your chest. “Is that all or…”

“Yeah, just…ah, shit.” He brings his watch closer to his face and bursts up from his chair. Haphazardly, he scrapes the rest of his meal into the trash beside his desk. “I gotta pick up eh, Jane from the dance.” He mutters a few more expletives under his breath before tossing a key ring into your hands. “Could you lock up for me?”

“Th-the station?”

“Yeah, you’ve got it.”

“I don’t think I should-”

“Thanks!” Your dad calls as he pushes out the door. You slump down, rubbing your forehead. The familiarity of the situation wasn’t lost on you. It wasn’t the first time your father had run off, citing Jane as the explanation. Jane the ‘foreign exchange student’ turned ‘sister.’ You’d all about given up trying to understand how your life had come to change in the course of a year.

“Hop? Hopper? You can’t just leave me here! Hello?”

The muffled shouts come from the back of the station. Your instincts tell you to search the desks for something to defend yourself, that is until you realize exactly where the shouts are coming from: the cells.

“Hopper!”

“Steve?”

Standing in front of you is Steve “The Hair” Harrington, King of Hawkins High, banging on the bars of the one jail cell available to the drunks of Hawkins, Indiana. You burst out laughing, taking in the disheveled look of him, his hair unkempt, and maroon sweater stained.

“C.K.! Oh my god, you have no idea how happy I am to see you!” Chief’s Kid. You hated that name and you thought you’d reminded him of that enough times to get through that thick layer of hairspray clouding his brain. You stop laughing just as suddenly as you started and turn to leave, flipping him off as you make your way to the door. “Wait, wait! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I’m just-just, so relieved you're here. Please, please, don’t go!”

“Give me one real reason I should stay,” You huff, leaning against the door frame.

“Because we’re friends and-” You turn away again, scoffing. “Okay, okay, because I’m starving and I-I’m freezing in here and you are a very, very, generous person.” His eyes are wide and bloodshot, staring at you in utter desperation.

“What do you want me to do about that?”

“Well, you could let me out?” He makes an attempt on turning on that smile, the one that even made goody-two-shoes Nancy Wheeler, amongst others, fall for him. But you’ve seen it before. It had almost worked then but definitely wasn’t going to work now.

“I’m not doing that.”

The smile drops, falling flat. “Why not?”

“Let’s see,” You begin, tapping a finger on your chin, “My father put you in here, for what I’m sure is a very good reason and frankly, I just don’t like you.” You almost tacked on an ‘anymore’ but decided he didn’t deserve to know he was ever in your good graces.

“I promise you, it’s not a good reason!” Steve leans his head between the bars of the cell, grimacing.

“You-you promise?” You scoff. Placing your hands on your knees, you bend over, making an exaggerated show of laughing. “That’s a good one.” He shakes his head and brushes his hair out of his face with an open palm.

“C.K.-”

“You’re a liar, Steve Harrington.”

“I’ve never lied to you.” His voice is strained and he moves away from the bars, instead flopping down on the wooden bench that serves as the cell’s only furniture. You think about leaving him here, maybe even turning off the lights as you go, letting him serve whatever sentence he earned himself in the dark. You aren’t exactly on your father’s side as far as his judgment goes but you figure your feelings for Steve align strongly with that of Jim Hopper.

“What are you here for anyway? Did ‘slaying demon dogs’ suddenly become a crime?”

“First of all, it’s demodogs and second-,” Steve stands again as you move closer to your cell, “I…” He falters, the cocky look leaving his face. “I plead the fourth.”

“It’s the fifth.”

“The fifth of what?” He shakes his head incredulously.

“It’s ‘I plead the-,’ you know what, you’re an idiot.”

“I’ve heard that one before.”

You sit at the counter, resting your head in your hand as the fluorescent lights flicker above you. Tiff’s Diner is usually a hotspot for kids on a night like this but every other person your age is Tina’s Halloween party while you spend your night with the latest Danielle Steel and a dozen empty booths. It’s not like you weren’t invited. All the other kids knew you were Chief Hopper’s daughter and they knew better than to leave you out. Tiff had even offered to let you take the night off, knowing there wouldn’t be any business anyway. But your dad was gone and you didn’t like being alone with Jane anyway plus it wasn’t as if anyone at the party was missing you either, why not make a few extra bucks on an easy night.

The jingle of the door’s bell made you jump, having been lost in your novel and frankly, not expecting anyone for the rest of the night. The boy in front of you removes his sunglasses and pushes them up into his hair. You didn’t recognize his face per se but you’d know that hair anywhere. You sit up straighter and shove your book out of the way. With his eyes unhidden, you can see the sadness in them now and even more so accompanied by the frown on his face.

“Welcome to Tiff’s,” You sigh. “Take Out or Dine-In?”

“Haven’t really decided that yet,” Steve says, squinting up at the menu above you. The longer you look at him the worse he looks, especially bathed in fluorescent light.

“Well, you better hurry,” You warn, smirking, “I might run out of tables.” He laughs, leaning on the counter.

“I guess I’ll have to Dine-In, then,” Steve decides, winking, “while I still can.” He rattles off his order and you head into the kitchen to wake up Sal, the one cook still left on duty. He wakes with a start and it takes him a bit to realize you actually have an order for him. Once Sal is actually up and cooking Steve’s order, you grab a Coke and head out to your one and only customer. “Hostess and waitress, huh?”

“What can I say, I’m talented.” You slide his drink over to him but you remain standing at the booth, unsure if you’re welcome to sit. When you turn to go, Steve suddenly huffs out a breath and continues the conversation.

“I know you’ve got a lot of demanding customers but I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind keeping me company?”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend for that?” You ask, taking a seat across from him. Normally when you’ve seen Steve, at Tiff’s or in the halls, he’s had Hawkins’ golden girl, Nancy Wheeler on his arm.

“I'm kind of on the fence about that right now,” He sighs, taking a sip of his drink. An ‘I’m sorry’ finds itself at the tip of your tongue but that doesn’t seem right. You didn’t want to help him mourn a relationship he might still have.

“That’s bullshit.”

“Yeah,” Steve scoffs, digging his palms into his already reddened eyes.

“So, Risky Business?”

“Huh?”

“Your costume.” You gesture to his outfit.

“Oh, yeah,” Steve smiled. “I didn’t think anyone would know. Especially without my escort.”

“The glasses give it away,” You laugh.

“And what are you dressed as, C.K.?”

“Don’t,” You snap. “Don't’ call me that,” You warn, softer.

“Got it.” He raised his arms in surrender. You tap your foot, cursing yourself for ruining what you had going. “Dana from Ghostbusters?” You raise an eyebrow at him until you remember what you were talking about.

“I’m not wearing-”

“Oh, I know! Ariel from Footloose.”

“You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.”

You twirl the key ring around your finger. “I’m sure you’ll hear it again.”

“Can I at least get something from the vending machine?” Steve pleaded. “Then you can leave.”

“I don’t need your permission to-” He put on a pout and his classic puppy-dog eyes, clasping his hands together to beg. “You got your wallet?” A hand slips through the bars, dangling a five dollar bill in your direction. You grab it from him gingerly and trudge down the hall to the vending machines. After inserting the bill, you start pressing numbers, trying to recall what he used to get at the movies. You get your five dollars worth and head back to his cell.

“See, so generous,” Steve croons as you pass the snacks through the open-spaces. “I didn’t think you were going to come back,” He huffs. Peeling off the wrapper of a candy bar, he slips you half like he always does–did–not even looking up to see if you’ll take it. And you do, popping it in your mouth as you sit cross-legged in front of the cell. “So, where’s the bigger Hop?”

“Taking care of his new favorite daughter,” You mutter, taking the handful of chips Steve offers you. “I’m surprised you didn’t already know that.” The smile on his face falls.

“C’mon, don’t be like that.”

“Well, you just seem to know everything about my life before I do.”

“You know that I-” You put up a hand to stop him.

“Just stop.”

The two of you sit in silence as Steve eats his vending machine dinner. He offers you more but you don’t accept it, remembering all that had happened in such a short time, not that long ago and the fact that Steve had somehow been in the center of it all.

“I, uh, drove Dustin to the Snow Ball, you know, before I got arrested,” Steve explains between Doritos. He laughs to himself, “I have to say he looked pretty good. He might be ‘the Hair’ of Hawkins Middle.” You can’t help but join him in tentative laughter, thinking of Dustin’s unruly curls.

You walk down the street, matching Steve’s stride as he hands you half of his candy bar.

“You could’ve told me you’d already seen it,” He huffs, running a hand through his hair. You pat him on the back as he pouts.

“Well, you hadn’t,” You offer, “and it was even better the second time.” You nearly bump into him as he stops abruptly, seemingly not even noticing that he stopped walking. Following his gaze, your eyes land on the Wheeler house. You pat him on the back again. The other night at Tiff’s diner he had spilled it all to you, all of Nancy Wheeler’s ‘bullshit.’ You’d thought maybe it was just because you were a stranger and who did you have to tell his secrets to anyway? But then he came back the next day and then he’d asked you to the movies and well, you still hadn’t quite figured out whatever had led to him attaching himself to you so fast.

“Steve!”

Coming down the driveway is a younger boy, his brown curly hair sticking out from under his hat and headphones combo. He trudges right up to the pair of you, out of breath.

“Hey,” The boy acknowledges you briefly before turning back to Steve, “I hope you’re not on a date. We have bigger problems than your love life.” You sputter out a laugh as the boy continues to walk down the sidewalk, now with Steve in toe. “Do you still have that bat?”

Steve looks back at you, mouthing ‘I’m sorry,’ and you shrug, waving as he runs after the boy.

“So, you went from being a middle-schooler’s chauffeur to being an inmate in a matter of hours?”

“Listen, I was drunk, okay?” Steve lays across the floor of the cell, tossing his crumpled up chip bag like a baseball. “Still kinda am.” He flips so that he’s laying on his side, propped up by his elbow, and poses for you like a playboy model. You lay on the floor beside him, staring up at the ceiling.

“So, what? My dad arrested you for underage drinking? In Hawkins?” In small town Indiana, underage drinking is commonplace and you know your dad; he’s not going to do anything that takes more effort than it’s worth. “The law” hasn’t been your dad’s top priority, not for years, and neither have you.

“Well, it’s not just that,” He sighs, covering his face with his hands. “Let’s just say you might want to look into window repair services.” You hadn’t noticed before but as Steve hides his face in embarrassment you can see the gauze wrapped haphazardly around his palm. Reaching through the bars, you snatch his hand to see the crimson bloom of blood soaked up by the bandage

“You broke my window in your what, your drunken escapades? You trying to lose a hand?” Steve puffs out a laugh which sends you reeling back. “Jesus, what’ve you been drinking? Your breath smells like death!” When his other hand moves from his face, you see what you hadn’t cared to notice before. Not only were his eyes bloodshot but they were enveloped in dark circles. His jaw was beginning to be overshadowed by stubble in a way you’d never seen. His shirt, his shoes, his pants were all dirtied. “Jesus.”

“Sorry, let me just go freshen up…oh, wait.” You shake your head, ignoring him as you unwrap the gauze from his hand, his face turned up in a wince. You gingerly cup his shaking hand with your own, rubbing circles into his knuckles to calm him as you finish unwrapping the gauze.

“This needs to be cleaned,” You scold, already getting up to find the nearest first aid.

“Hey, you take that up with the big Hop!”

“Would you stop saying that?” You lay out the kit in front of the cell. “Sit up and come closer,” You demand.

“You know you could just let me out, right?” Steve raises an eyebrow at you, gesturing towards the key ring that now hangs from your belt loop.

“I have you right where I want you. Now, come’ere.” He sits cross-legged right on the edge of the bars, snaking his arm through as he had before. You pour antiseptic onto a cotton pad and press it gently to his palm.

“Fuck,” Steve hisses, grabbing your elbow with his other hand.

“Just breathe,” You hum, “It’s only for a second.” He leans his head against the bar, eyes closed. “So, what exactly were you trying to do when you broke my window?”

“Well, I was just trying to get your attention, you know, like always.”

You pull your headphones off, still hearing that consistent tapping that you convinced yourself was just part of the song. Pausing your tape, you listen more intently, trying to figure out exactly where the noise was coming from. It took another minute before you heard it again. You ran over to the window just in time to see a handful of pebbles hitting the glass.

“Steve?” Sticking your head through the open window, you can see him clearly now, bent down to grab his next handful of pebbles.

“Finally!” He throws his hand in the air dramatically, spinning in a quick circle. “I tried to just come right in but you’ve got your window locked. That’s smart. You never know what kinda creeps are out there.” Steve grunts as you pull him through the window, at first you think in effort, until you see his face.

“Jesus Christ!” His face was bruised and swollen with bandages randomly placed on whatever cuts they would fit on. The area near his nose was especially affected and you feared it might be broken. “I’m gonna throw up.”

“It’s good to see you too.”

“What the hell happened to your face?” He sat on the edge of your bed, fiddling with your walkman. You riffled through your drawers, trying to find some first aid.

“Billy Hargrove.”

“What the new kid? What problem does he have with you?” Your search was futile. You would have to risk going out into the bathroom and maybe the kitchen for some ice. “Forget it. Just stay here and keep quiet.”

You tiptoe out of your room, avoiding the parts of the wood floor you knew were the creakiest. Poking through the freezer, you find a long since forgotten bag of peas and shove them under your arm. You also open one of the drawers and pull out a pair of scissors for the inevitable bandaging you’d be stuck with. Finally, you sneak into the bathroom and grab some gauze, cotton pads, antiseptic and q-tips.

“What do you need all that for?” Your dad calls from the couch causing you to freeze. Turning to look at him, you feel a stab of envy. Cradled in his arms is a sleeping Jane. Jane, who you’ve long since stopped asking questions about. Jane who’s now into the punk scene and also covered in blood? Nosebleeds. Right.

“I’ve uh, I’ve got my period,” You mutter, “It’s real rough. Gross shit, really. I’ve got it covered.” You shove your bedroom door closed, not giving him a chance to say more. Somehow, your father was most attentive when you wanted, no, needed him not to be.`

When you step into your room, Steve is lying on the bed, half asleep by the looks of it. If your father wasn’t home, and you weren’t so afraid he might be passing out, you would just let him stay and sleep it off. But you scoop a hand under his back and sit him back up, listening to his groans all the while. You start to dab away at the wounds as he hisses and whines with every touch.

“You’ve got to stay facing me,’ You sigh. You wouldn’t be able to get any work done if he didn’t stop squirming.

“Shit,” Steve choked as you dabbed at the wound above his eyebrow.

“Here.” You maneuver yourself until you're straddling him, leaving him with nowhere to turn away from. He hesitates for a minute, looking up at you with wide eyes until his hands find a place propped under your thighs, supporting you from atop his lap. This time when you tend to his wounds he just tightens his hold, his fingers digging into your thighs.

“Just breathe,” You tell him, “Just breathe.”

“And a few pebbles managed to shatter my window?”

“Well, I was reaching for the pebbles,” Steve huffs, “but I actually just kinda, ya know…grabbed a rock.” He toys with his fresh bandage and you slap his hand away.

“God, you’re shit-faced.”

Both of you find your positions laying on the ground again, this time in silence. You consider leaving again, letting him finish out his punishment in solitude; after all, it’s what he deserves. Even if you did free him, then your dad would be on your ass and you’d much rather be the ass for leaving Steve in a cell. After a while of going over his story in your mind, you sit up.

“Wait, why were you drinking anyway?” Steve rolls over to his side. He doesn’t respond right away and the lack of a smartass answer unnerves you.

“I needed some courage,” He admits. “A lot more than I thought I did apparently.” The way he looks at you, the sincerity and warmth in his brown eyes, puts a pit in your stomach. He wasn’t allowed to look at you that way, not anymore.

“For what?”

You know and he knows you know. You may not have it in all the exact words but you know. The late nights together at Tiff’s as he sat with you through closing, the days spent keeping him company when his parents were God knows where, the movies you’d see three, four times over just spend time together, to be doing something, anything together. You hadn’t known him, for a long time, not really, but all the time you had spent together felt like years. You saw the way he looked at you and you wanted him to look at you like that, you yearned for it but he lied to you. Over and over again. He’d never gotten the chance to officially ask you but you knew he’d wanted to. That was over now.

“For you.”

“No, no.” You burst up from the floor and struggle to rip the key ring off your belt. “You don’t get to do that now. It’s too late.”

“I wanted to ask you. Everyday I wanted to ask you but I-, I felt so guilty about keeping everything from you but I told you the truth. I never lied to you, C.K.. Please, just give me a chance.” Steve’s knuckles are white from gripping the bars when you turn back. You shake your head and toss the keys a few feet from the bars.

“Free yourself, and stop fucking calling me that, I don’t care anymore. I don’t want to see you again.”

“Wake up.”

A consistent pressure finds itself on your shoulder and you shrug it off, trying to curl back into the warmth you feel around you. A twin pressure finds your other shoulder and there’s nothing you can do but sit up and rub the sleep out of your eyes.

“Shit, Jane.”

She stands in front of you, her eyes wide and expectant. A single finger extends as she points to Steve’s sleeping form next to you on the couch. You sigh and brush stray hair out of her face.

You had come home from a shift at Tiff’s and before you even had a chance to toe off your shoes, there was a tapping from your bedroom window. Groaning, out the open window you called, ‘Give me ten. I’m sweating like hell and I gotta shower.” Steve gave you a small salute and then flopped down dramatically on the grass with his arms crossed behind his head as if he had only just been stargazing. You laughed to yourself before taking the fastest shower of your life while still cutting time out to shave, just in case. The night was young after all; Jane was off doing who-knows-what and your dad wasn’t due back till morning.

When Steve had finally been let in, he tossed candy, popcorn packets and a couple of tapes on your bed proclaiming he ‘had the goods.’ That’s how you ended up asleep in Steve Harrington’s arms on your living room couch.

Now, you lower Jane’s arm from pointing at Steve. She was growing on you–though you’d never admit that to her–and she seemed to be adjusting well enough to life in Hawkins but she never stopped being so jumpy. Maybe it’s because your dad wouldn’t socialize her, claiming for some ‘because I said so’ reason that you weren’t to say a word about her to anyone else. Even though he had told you she was just a foreign exchange student, you had chalked it up to some sort of secret police operation, like witness protection or something. You would be jumpy too.

“It’s okay,” you assure her, “this is just my friend-”

“Steve.”

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” you sputter, your stomach doing flips.

“Steve. Wake up Steve. Hopper home soon.”

“Shit, shit.” You shove Steve with two hands until he groans to life. Not bothering to give him time to adjust, you yank him by the arm and away into your bedroom as you hear the familiar sound of a truck ambling up the dirt road. You slam the door behind you and run to pry open the window. You had promised to keep whatever relationship you had with Steve a secret from your dad, whether you were just friends or not. It made sense to you, considering he was the police chief and had never been know to approve of you hanging out with the opposite sex but now you think maybe Steve had a different reason for making that pact.

“I’ll call you,” He promises as he begins to climb out the window.

You grab his wrist to stop him, your stomach doing flips as you ask, “How-why did she know you?” Steve’s mouth drops into a frown and he shakes his head slightly. His mouth opens and closes without a word. He swings his leg back over the window sill and grabs both of your hands in his.

“You can’t tell anyone this, C.K., especially not Hopper.” You nod fervently. You just wanted the truth. His eyes make a quick dash between your door and your face. He darts over to lock your door before continuing. “You know a couple weeks ago when I had the fight with Billy? Well, it wasn’t just Billy.” Steve sits down on the edge of your bed and pulls you down to join him. He runs his hands through his hair and sighs. “And you know how all these weird things have been happening in Hawkins lately?”

“Like what happened to Barb Holland?” Frigid air snakes in through your open window, sending a chill up your spine. You wrap your arms around yourself in a tight hug.

“Yeah, like that.” You nod, the broken voices of the Hollands echoing in your ears from the many, many times they paid a visit to your father at the station. “Well, they all kind of come back to this thing that’s really wrong with Hawkins. It’s sort of like, poisoning it.”

“Chemicals?”

“No, not like that, it’s like, ah-” Steve buries his head in his hands. “You’re going to think I’m crazy.”

“I don’t understand what this has to do with Jane, anyway.” You pull one of his hands away from his face, searching his expression.

“You see that’s the thing she’s like a key-the key to all of it.”

“How long have you known about her, Steve?” You stand from the bed as he turns his eyes downward toward his feet, running his hands along the legs of his feet. The walls of the cabin are thin and you can hear your father’s voice as he talks to Jane. “How long?” You plead in a whisper.

“A little over a year…just about.”

“Holy shit!” You cry. Starting to pace, the sick feeling of utter loneliness seeps through you as you remember a year in a secluded cabin with a stranger girl who somehow, through little words, had captured your father’s heart and attention more than you ever had. A hand touches the small of your back and you swat it away.

“C.K.-”

A heavy knock sounds at the door, both of you turning in its direction. “Is everything alright in there?”

“Who else?”

“Huh?” Steve’s eyes don’t leave the door.

“Who else knows about her?” You slap an open palm against his shoulder, forcing him to look at you. He shakes his head, his eyebrows upturned.

“Please, you don’t want to-”

“Who?”

“Mike, Dustin, The Byers, I don’t know–the whole crew!” Steve exclaims, throwing his arms in the air. You sink back down to the edge of the bed, a hand on your chest as your vision begins to blur from tears.

“Nancy?” You croak.

“Yeah, Nancy too.” Steve rubs at his eyes as his gaze returns to the floor. You wipe the tears from your eyes with the heels of your palms, looking up towards the ceiling.

“If you don’t give me an answer, I’m coming in,” Your father’s voice booms from the otherside of the door.

“We should really-”

“I don’t understand,” You sniffed, “why is she here?” Steve’s mouth takes that pattern again of opening and closing without a sound. “Please, before he comes in here.” He places a palm to his forehead and sighs.

“She’s got these powers-”

“Get out!” You cry, standing and shoving Steve towards the window with all the strength you can muster.

“I’m telling you the truth! She opened this portal to-”

“Get out!”

“Harrington!” The door bursts up with a crack and you don’t have to worry about removing Steve yourself because your father is on him in seconds, dragging him by the collar. He claws wildly at the bigger man’s arms but it’s pointless.

“There are these monsters! The demogorgon, the demodogs, the mindflayer!”

You cup your hands over your ears, muffling the rest of the yelling as you climb your way up the bed and into the safety of your blankets. A few moments pass before a small voice breaks the silence.

“You okay?

You pull down the blanket just enough to see Jane peering at you through the doorway.

“Close my door.”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay!” Steve exclaims, the slam of his fists against the metal bars reverberating through the small room. You can hear his labored breath as he continues, “You were right, okay? I-I lied to you.” With an arm steadying you against the wall, you stop at the doorway. “Hopper didn’t just arrest me because of the window.” He paces the expanse of his cell as he continues, “Yeah, you see, I don’t know if you noticed but I’m not exactly the stealthiest man alive. The first night I tried to get your attention, I got caught. Hopper’s got these traps around the cabin and I must’ve set one off. He dragged me out by the collar just like he did that last time and he made me swear on my life that I stay away from you, that I never tell you the truth about Hawkins. He told me he’d make my life a living hell if I ever put you in danger.”

You ball your hands into fists, your nails digging into the skin of your palm. “Why would my father give a shit what happens to me?”

Steve slumps down on the bench, scoffing. “How could you say that?”

The nights spent alone at the kitchen table eating a lukewarm microwave dinner with only the bright white sheet of your homework keeping you company, the medals you hang on your wall that you have to congratulate yourself over, the ding of the toaster as the favorite food of some other girl is passed around the breakfast table: these are the things you remind yourself of when you think just maybe you were wrong, that you had nothing to feel sorry over.

“Do you know-” you have to clear your throat before you can force the rest of your question out as you blink rapidly to dry your tempted eyes, “Do you know what it feels like to be replaced?”

“You haven’t-

“Don’t tell me that I haven’t been because I have.” Even though you know it’s the truth, you’ve thought about it for months, you repeat it to yourself quieter, “I have.” A lightheaded feeling surrounds you as your eyes begin to blur with tears. “I know because I’ve been the replacement. I told you about my sister?” Steve’s eyes find the ground as he nods. “Well then you know that it wasn’t long until my dad was on to bigger and better things. I was the replacement for Sara and when that didn’t work–not for my mom, not for my dad–he found something new.” You shrug, a dark laugh escaping your lips before you knew it was coming. “I guess it makes sense she has superpowers. That’s the next big thing, right?” Hot tears sting your cheeks as you continue to laugh to yourself. “Even for you I was just a replacement for Nancy, huh? If I hadn’t been there, it would’ve just been whatever girl was working the counter.”

You sink to the floor, your back resting against the wall as your body is wracked with tears. You pull your legs to your chest, snaking your arms around yourself in a tight hug. There wasn’t a thought you hadn’t had before but to speak them out loud, it made them real.

With your head buried in your knees, you only hear the jingle of the keys as they hit the linoleum floor before a warm pair of arms wraps around you.

“You were never a replacement,” Steve whispers against your hair. “Not to Hop, not to me, not to anyone.” You look up at him, his teary eyes reflecting your own. He cups your face with the palm of one hand. “Listen to me. I was selfish, okay? I spend my time babysitting these insane children–who are much braver than I’ll ever be–as they fight against these fucking nightmare monsters and all I have to defend myself is a shitty baseball bat with nails, that I didn’t even make myself. And when I come home at the end of the day, no one’s even there to pat me on the back and they wouldn’t be there even if I never came home. So even though I promised my life to Hopper, I had to see you. I put you in danger because I didn’t just want you, I needed you.”

“Holy shit, you’re really serious!”

“I’m so fucking seri-”

With a fistful of his shirt in your hand, you pull him flush against you, crashing your lips into his. It’s not a perfect first kiss, far from it as both of you struggle to find a comfortable position but it says more to both of you than you’d ever be able to express in words.

When you pull away, you shake your head incredulously as you laugh, “God, I thought you were crazy!”

Steve tucks your hair behind your ear and smiles, “Baby, you have no idea.”

…

You wake to the sound of birds chirping happily outside. Reveling in the warmth, you burrow back into Steve’s side before you take a second look at your surroundings. The door to the jail cell hangs open,the key ring abandoned not far from your feet. You poke a finger into Steve’s ribs. He wakes with a start before his lips form a crooked smile.

“Hey, I’m free.”

“Well, you won’t be if we don’t get out of here soon,” You laugh, helping him up to his feet. You close the door to the cell and lock it tightly before turning back to Steve. “I’m starving.”

“Breakfast?” Steve smirks, offering you his hand. You take it, eyeing the station lobby quickly before dragging him out. “How about Tiff’s?”

You roll your eyes. “Anywhere but Tiff’s.”

“You know, I make a mean bowl of cereal.”

“You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.”

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What are your honest thoughts on the book kids? Both vk and ak?

i’m gonna be so honest with you it’s been a while since i reread the books. (what’s kinda adjacent is that i wish the books, the movies and the animated stuff was more cohesive with each other but i understand that they never planned on it being such a big franchise)

let me cut it here bc it got so long, i was very into it

i most vividly remember the first one, the prequel, and i dont think we see any kids that aren't in the movies, other than mentions. though i think Audrey in it is great, like her brittle handle on being the Perfect Auradon Princess and her huge desire to just sweep all unseemly things under the rug and like almost forceful insistence that everything is fine and great and all that exists is the softness and beauty in Auradon, down to her ignoring animals that aren't cute, ones that dont coo and cuddle. but when Ben pushes her she's intense and angry and almost scary.

the second book, return to the isle of the lost, introduces fun vks and mainly just name drops some aks:

i really like Mad Maddy, i like the thought that she and Mal were besties as kids, as close as sisters, twins even. and the fact that something happened between them that made Mal dye her hair, which she still does all these years later. i also think it's fun that her and Evie immediately dislike each other upon meeting. and i like that she's never 'redeemed', she's bitter and angry and scheming. and not bitter like Uma is, who wants more and better for herself and others, but deep in 'evil over everything' bitter, she leans into it and wants worse for everyone else.

Anthony Tremaine is so cunty. like i know we never get a visual of him but i know he was serving. he was comitted to his noble aesthetic and his bored drawl. i also liked that in the books there were a lot of cousins, i think it could be fun to have like a gang of them with maybe other nobles from their country (though obvi they wouldn't refer to themselves as a gang, they're too self-important and 'above it all'). i don't remember him doing anything super important other than supporting Maddy, which makes me think he's like a passive guy re: Isle situation, just choosing whatever he thinks is going to benefit him (and by extension, Tremaines) the most. in my fics, he and the Tremaines usually are adjacent Mal's gang through Dizzy's connection to Evie, just as like gratitude for watching out for her.

Ginny Gothel is great too, i don't know why i don't use her more, i really should. she was kinda friendly with Mal in the first book, not like they run together but more like they don't really have anything against each other and in social situations they talk and drink together. i love that she stole stuff from Maleficent's apartment it's fun. she very much gives me narcissit's daughter, who internilises it all and tries to imitate her mother. i think she would probably be very competetive, especially with Evie (overall, i think they have a potential for an interesting dynamic... a lot can be said but i don't wanna get too sidetracked, send me an ask if it's interesting to u)

Yzla doesn't do much except attend the Anti-Heroes club which i took as a green light to pretty much create my oc. i still think it's kinda dumb for Yzma to have a kid but eh whatever. i think Yzma wouldn't be a stereotypically bad mother, i think she's more like neglectful in a bad mood and "my kid and i are friends, im cool" in a good mood. anyway, when i do Yzla, they're nonbinary and androgynous, and a little manic, really smart, good at engineering and chemistry, so usually i make them a part of the gang and Carlos's assistant.

genuinely don't care for Hadie. like, i think the name is stupid, i think that he's Mal's half brother is stupid (since they never do anything about it), but i think there's potential to this character.

Diego de Vil is my babygirl. i have like a whole character inside my head for him because i think the potential of Carlos having a cool older cousin is just so great. if you go to my bad apples tag, you'll see more, but i created a whole band for him (and a twin!). he has a devil may care attitude and cares for Carlos but doesn't know how to express it at all.

now for the ones i don't have much to say about: Claudine Frollo has so so much potential and i've read really cool fics with her and the religious trauma she would obviously have. Harry and Jace should probably have a cool dynamic with Carlos, what with being forced to work for the de Vil family but i honestly forget they exist a lot of the time. Big Murph is friendly and helpful that is all i have to say about him (but it's interesting that he doesn't follow Uma). Eddie Balthazar and Hermie Bing just seem like they're there to fill spaces, but i'd love if someone fleshed them out. Gaston twins, i've seen good characterisation of them as following their father's footsteps and i think they are like if himbos were evil.

for the AKs of this book:

Pin, eh, not much to say except the name's dumb. Artie is a baby, but seems hot-headed in that heroic way. Herkie (again, dumb name) should have beef with Mal. Gordon is a little jealous, but i think he opens up a possibility of like messy family drama between the kids of the dwarves lol. i don't even wanna discuss Tiger Peony because i wish they didn't touch the indigenous characters because of the implications it has in-universe and they didn't do much with her anyway.

okay, now onto the rise of the isle of the lost:

whew, i love that this is focused on uma. i know i personally don't talk about her a lot since i'm mostly absorbed with the rotten four, but i love her and the pirates dearly.

(re: the Hook sisters, i don't have strong opinions on them, just thathc that's canon to me, they're all from different mothers)

Jonas is one of the people who has a confirmed appearence and the same actor was in the rotten to the core sequence, so i choose to believe it's the same guy. in my head, he used to be a vendor at the market, bored and tired of having to protect his stand, which is why he eagerly joins Uma.

i don't remember much of the personalities of other crew members, if they were given any, but i've read great Uma-centric stuff that fleshed them out greatly and really made me care about them.

for the aks, this is the first time we meet Lonnie's older brother. i don't wanna even type out the hate crime of a name they gave him. but overall, i think it's funny that Lonnie's a little sister, explains why she want to rebel and is always in everyone's business lol. for him personally, afaik he's not that much older than the main cast and i think the fact that him and Jay are friends so fun.

for Arabella, it's never revealed who her parents are but if we base it on the live action, i'd say her mum is Perla, she's said to be charismatic and diplomatic, her kingdom values the arts, which are qualities i think we can see in Arabella. i think it has interesting implications that she can go between land and sea as she wishes, especially if we take into account that magic is practically forbidden. is she an exception? also this is the second time an ak causes a uhhh hardship? in their desperation. Jane in d1, to change herself to fit into the judgemental social world of Auradon nobility, and Arabella here to prove that she's capabel of leading. she's said to be obsessed with Evie's style and overall a huge fashion lover, which i think probably makes people call her vapid, vain, ditzy, etc and why she wants to prove herself so badly. honestly, i don't see her a lot and i don't think i've ever written her into any of my fics but she offers a good window into what it's like to be a royal.

i thiiink this is also where Aziz is mentioned again? but genuinely all i take for him from canon is just his name. i love him and Jordan (Laila's version): they're practically siblings, they're a little too carefree, Aziz is leading the sassy man apocalypse and Jordan takes every opportunity to humble him (lovingly), they're kind of party animals though media just calls them socialites lol

ok im gonna be real with you, i never read escape from the isle of the lost so i think that's all, i hope i didn't miss anyone!

#descendants #im SORRY this is soooo long #laila.txt #asks #cleverqueencommander #also sorry i know there are typos i missed lol

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[Gakuen K] Yatogami Kuroh Route Translation

Watermelon splitting

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Saya: Kuro-kun. How's your injury?

Kuroh: Ah, it's nothing.

Shiro: I was amazed. You fought the jellyfish until you were beaten to a pulp.

Kuroh: I was not beaten to a pulp.

Saya: You were. It was like you couldn't get up at the end…

Kuroh: That was…That was just the poison from the jellyfish.

Shiro: Speaking of poison. The doctor at the hospital were rolling with laughter when they heard what happened.

Shiro: They didn't seem to believe that you fought with jellyfish until the very end.

Kuroh: There are many truths in this world that are hard to accept.

It can't be helped.

Kuroh: Besides, it's more convenient for King of the jellyfishes if they don't know.

Saya: Did you eventually reached a settlement?

Kuroh: Yeah, I guess he recognized me. He even offered to give me his daughter.

Shiro: …You're getting married?

Kuroh: No way, I politely refused.

Shiro: Ehh, I see. That's both a relief and a disappointment.

Neko: I'm home! Wha, Kurosuke is here!

Neko: While Kurosuke was away, I was living peacefully.

Kuroh: Hm, sorry to disappoint.

Saya: Neko-chan, what happened to that watermelon?

Neko: This…This one is from Red (aka)…

Neko: Red?

Neko: Um, uh…I saved a baby (aka-chan) and they gave it to me!

Shiro: Baby?

Neko: Uhm!

Kuroh: What kind of situation that was…?

Neko: Don't care about the details! Anyway, this is Wagahai's watermelon! Wagahai wants to split watermelon!

Saya: Watermelon splitting…It feels like summer!

Shiro: Well, let's move outside.

Neko: Eh, we're going outside?

Shiro: Uhm. If we break it here, it'll make the room dirty.

Neko: Uuugh…

Kuroh: What's wrong? Is there a problem?

Neko: …Un-uh, it's nothing!

Saya: The wind feels good…Summer is over.

Kuroh: That's right. The second semester begins in a few days.

Shiro: Summer vacation is finally over. What a pity. I hate it.

Saya: You doesn't like school, Shiro-kun?

Shiro: I don't dislike it. But when I think about the long vacation coming to an end, I get sad.

Shiro: I wish that this fun time would last forever…

Neko: I'm back! Watermelon is ready!

Saya: Thanks, Neko-chan. Then let's split it.

Kuroh: With what?

Saya: With what…Ah.

Saya: There's no stick to break the watermelon. Neko-chan, have you got it?

Neko: Un-uh, I don't have it. But don't worry, Wagahai will split it with bare hands!

Saya: Not like that…

Neko: Kyyya!!

Neko: Ouch!

Saya: Neko-chan, are you all right!?

Neko: Uuuh, watermelon, it's hard…

Kuroh: Of course it is. Why can't you see it from the looks of it…It can't be helped, I'll split it.

Shiro: With bare hands?

Kuroh: No way. Clearly I'll use a sword.

Kuroh: Konohana, blindfold me.

Saya: Blindfold!?

Kuroh: Yeah. Isn't that what watermelon splitting is all about?

Saya: But, it's dangerous to use a real sword.

Kuroh: It's nothing. A sword is something you use relying on your mind's eye.

Kuroh: Besides, if you all stay away, you won't get hurt.

Saya: I got it. I believe in you, Kuro-kun.

Saya: …Is this okay? Isn't the cloth too tight?

Kuroh: Uhm, just right. Thanks.

Kuroh: The treasured sword "Kotowari", that was given to me by Ichigen-sama. Be my eyes and guide me to the right path.

Shiro: I bet the treasure sword never thought it'd be used to fight jellyfish as well as split watermelons.

Saya: Shiro-kun, shh.

Kuroh: Ha!

Kuroh: …It's done.

Saya: Amazing…It's neatly divided into 8 equal pieces.

Neko: Thank you for the foo-od! Mmmm…

Shiro: Nom nom…When it comes to watermelons, it's all about the salt. It's sweet, salty, and addictive.

Saya: Kuro-kun, eat with us too.

Kuroh: Yeah, you're right. Well then…thank you for the food.

Saya: Thank you for the food! Um!

Saya: Neko-chan, this watermelon is so sweet.

Neko: Uhm! Those guys enjoyed eating it too~!

Saya: Guys?

Neko: Eh…I mean…Wagahai didn't say anything, Gohan is hallucinating!

Neko: Munch munch Another one!

Shiro: Me too!

Saya: Wow, you two eat fast.

Neko: I'll have the last one!

Kuroh: You ate the most of all of us!

Shiro: Now, now. Don't fight.

Neko: Then give Wagahai one of Shiro's!

Shiro: You can't do this!

Neko: Uuuugh!

Saya: The last piece…

Choice: [I'll eat it]

Saya: How about I eat it?

Neko: You can't!

Shiro: That's an impossible request.

Saya: …Right.

Choice: [Kuro-kun will eat it] ❤️

Saya: How about Kuro-kun eats it?

Shiro: Kuro?

Saya: Yeah. Because Kuro-kun was the one who cut the watermelon.

Shiro: Hmm. You've got a point…

Neko: Eeeeh! It's not fair, it's not fair!

Yata: …I found you!

Saya: Eh?

Saya: Yata-kun, what's wrong?

Yata: Oi, you bastard! How dare you steal our watermelon!

Saya: Steal…

Neko: You could have at least give me one! You red miser!

Shiro: Now, now, calm down. I'll give you this.

Yata: Ha? What the hell is this? …Aren't these watermelon seeds? Are you making fun of me!?

Kuroh: Oi, what's with these offends?

Shiro: Sorry-sorry. I'll just take Neko and run away.

Shiro: Kuro, stay with her and protect her if anything happen.

Kuroh: Is it okay? Nine times out of ten he'll be chasing you.

Shiro: It's all right, I’m good at running away. See you!

Yata: Oi, bastard, wait!

Saya: …They're gone. I guess Neko-chan brought the watermelon from the Red club.

Saya: We've almost eaten it, what are we going to do?

Kuroh: We don't have to do anything. We can't bring back leftover. Really, that brat…

Saya: You sounded like a father.

Kuroh: …Stop it. It's hard for me to even imagine it…

Saya: Ahaha. I think it would be fun and lively.

Kuroh: You're better than Neko.

Saya: …Eh!?

Kuroh: I-I didn't mean that in a weird way. I meant that we can have a decent conversation.

Saya: I-I see. …Thank you.

Kuroh: Your face is red.

Saya: I might have gotten a fever from eating too much watermelon. Ahaha…

Kuroh: I've never heard of such a symptom. Do you want to go to the infirmary?

Saya: No, it's alright. It will be back to normal soon.

Saya: (I was surprised…)

Saya: (Kuro-kun suddenly said that I'm better…)

Saya: (But I think it's just a casual word for Kuro-kun)

Saya: (I was so nervous…I wonder how I feel about Kuro-kun…)

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#k project #gakuen k #gakuen k wonderful school days #otome translation #yatogami kuroh #isana yashiro #neko #yata misaki

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erinhime83 · 8 months

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Edit: lol, I thought I had posted these designs before, but couldn’t find them…until now. >.<

With the realization that we had a twenty year collab anniversary coming up (hold up, hold up, twenty years? Shiittt) and deciding to use the current designs for the characters rather than use the actual characters due to some…dislike of the story they came from, I discovered that I had recently redesigned all these characters, although I had forgotten how recent that had been. From what I recall, I had seen a twitter/tumblr post about Viking dresses, and saw one that just blew my mind so much that I had to design Buttercups’ dress around it. Just wish I had kept the link to the post, lol.

But as I looked at the designs, I realized I really really like them, but I have a new template for designs, and the older ones, although very nice, didn’t ‘look’ right anymore. So I made it my mission for the past couple of days to redo all the designs using the new template. (It wasn’t as challenging as you might thing, since I basically reused a lot of my lines. It was a lot of copying and pasting and fixing lines.) So I figured I’d make a stupidly long post and show off all the designs I did.

The biggest difference in this version is that I have designed to age up the characters. Sure, their story really doesn’t need it, but eh, I sort of like writing not-teen characters now. Besides, it makes the whole thing with people worrying about Buttercup not being engaged/not have any prospects a little more understandable, since she’s older. Rereading it, it was weird how everyone was so worried although she was seventeen.

Buttercup Angelia: Age 20. Buttercup is one of the voice characters, and she’s the daughter of a blacksmith. She helps her father with his job since she’s a Fire Mage. She’s one of the very few Fire Mages what wasn’t brought to the Temple when she was younger, since her parents decided they wanted to raise her. She is the second oldest of nine, and people consider her a bit odd because, well, technically she is. Her father educated her and she has a weird obsession with the written word, she doesn’t think the Lumentians are as evil as everyone makes them out to be, and she helps out at a forge. It’s really no wonder that none of the guys in the village have shown little interest in her, but she doesn’t really care. She’s a skilled archer, since every Alterian is required to know how to fight. She chose archery because she doesn’t like being up close and personal, and she’s really good at it.

I really love her dress, and how it’s sort of a call back to her first dress a bit. She really looks like a Viking!

Raito Akira: Age 22. Ratio is the other voice character, and he’s the second prince of Lumentis. His people don’t think too much about him, mostly because, well, he’s the second prince, not the heir. He’s more of a scholar than anything else, preferring to hide away in the library reading than attending his lessons. He’s a skeptic when it comes to religion, which hasn’t endeared him to the capitals’ priests at all, and they basically go around slandering him whenever they can. Raito is bothered by it because he does want to help his people out, but most of the people who live in the capital think he’s worthless. He goes on the journey to find out what happened to the Angelus Dei partially to prove himself and mostly because he was tricked by his older brother.

His outfit isn’t really anything new or original. Its sort of like his 2013 outfit, tweeked a little, but damn, making his sash longer worked wonders. I also redid his hair (ignore the fact that it’s Connor’s hair), and...wow. He looks awesome!

Clover Gunvald: Age 23. Clover is Raito’s bodyguard and best friend. Clover’s parents are royal guards as well, so she grew up in the palace and around Raito since they were close in age. Despite the fact that they were basically polar opposites, the two of them got along very well as they got older, such that Clover declared that she was going to protect Raito no matter what. She is a very skilled warrior, although she herself is an Earth Elf. She tags along with Raito on his journey because she knows he wouldn’t be able to survive on his own, and because, you know, she’s his bodyguard. And while Raito is annoyed that a girl knows how to fight better than he does, he doesn’t hold it against Clover because, well, she’s an elf. She’s a little distrustful of Buttercup at first, since she’s from Altere and a Fire Mage, but she warms up to her quickly once she realizes Raito’s interest in her.

Her outfit is ridiculously simple, but also awesome. It suits her very well, even if she lost her awesome jacket in the process. This looks better on her, in my opinion. Makes her look like a medieval badass.

Odessa Wilson: Age 21. Odessa is a Dragon Tamer that the group comes upon when they visit with a traveling merchant troupe. She’s from Tara Nora, being the only child of a poor farmer. She started traveling with the troupe about three years ago because she was always longer for adventure, and the advantage of the troupe is that they stop in her hometown several times a year, so she still gets to see her family. She Bonded with her dragon Regalis by accident when she was about ten, although it was more of his part than hers since he took an interest in her. (She didn’t find him as an egg, but rather when he was fully grown. He’s a good thousand years old or so). She ends up joining the group just for the hell of it and not at all because she develops a crush on Clover.

Odessa was always the hardest one for me to come up with a design for, for whatever reason. I wanted her to be tomboyish, but not overly so, and honestly, what I landed on here is perfect. I love her dark skin and light hair, and I love her outfit and I love everything about her. It just all works so well together.

Ruby Starleaf: Age 24. Ruby is pretty much the only one I don’t have much on, mostly because I keep forgetting that she exists, whoops. But Ruby is/was the sacred fairy before the Angelus Dei disappeared. The old one recently passed and she had just gained the position a few years ago, so she’s never really been in contact with the Angelus Dei. But thanks to that connection, she’s the only fairy who isn’t effected by her disappearance. She sort of randomly stumbles across the group and decides to join them, which Buttercup casting a communication spell on her so they could hear her like they would any normal person.

I can’t really say much about her outfit. It’s cute, obviously, and I love the wings. Another benefit of being the Sacred Fairy is that she gets an actual dress rather than the leaves and the like normal fairies wear, lol.

Ignatius: Age ???. He’s the Diabolus Dei, at least according to the Five Kingdom’s religion. His real title is the Younger God of Fire, and he’s considered the evil one of the four gods, which annoys him to no end. He’s the only one of them who actually interacts in the world and the people and he’s not quite sure why no one but the Alterians dislike him so much. He’s the one everyone is blaming for his sister’s disappearance, which he doesn’t understand. Why would he kidnap his sister? He ends up being summoned by Raito, mostly because he is confounded by the fact that a Lumentian prince is trying to summon him. He and the rest of his family started pulling away from the world about a thousand years ago, with his final appearance being about five hundred years ago, which is why there are skeptics like Raito out there.

I like how I ended up designing him. I’ve been trying to add a ‘flair’ to the gods’ outfits for a while, but doing something simple like this works very well as well. He’s the only one whose continued to pay attention, which is why he’s up on the current fashion.

The next group is the villain characters.

Selene Deangelo: Age 21. Selene is the second princess of Silverstine and Raito’s betrothed….sort of. (I actually forgot about this detail until I was rereading the story.) Basically, should Raito not be married by the time he turns twenty-five, he’ll be married to Selene. She is absolutely obsessed with this idea, despite the fact that Raito clearly doesn’t like her very much. He’s probably be fine with it if she wasn’t obsessed and annoying. She basically just recently moved herself into the palace right before the story starts, which annoys Raito to no end. Obviously, she views Buttercup as the enemy since Raito picked her over Selene. She doesn’t have much of a role in the first book beyond being an annoyance, but she’d be more of a villain in the later stories.

Her design…I really like it. I like the dress I came up with. It’s elegant and pretty and suits her extremely well. She’s pretty.

Dante Eld: Age ???. I really don’t have much on Dante, at least nothing that’s not spoilery. I remember I included him the first go around because he was a randomass character I had created, and I felt like I needed to use him, but he had no real purpose, and that’s sort of true now, at least for the first book. He’s supposed to show up and have no point, and then he shows up in later books as a villain and people’ll be like…oh, hey, I remember him! But anyway, Dante is a Dark Elf, and I switched him back to his original appearance (he was a traditional Dark Elf for a while) mostly because I already have a dark skinned elf. Plus, I always thought it was fun to have a Dark Elf that wasn’t a traditional Dark Elf, you know?

And eh, I didn’t change much about his outfit. It works, it’s dark, and it looks better in my current version, so I like it. I like how he turned out.

Aria: Age ???. Aria is the titular Angelus Dei whose disappearance at the beginning of the book sparks the adventure. What no one knows is that she chose to severe herself off from the world because she had been corrupted, and that she ends up being the main antagonist of the first book.

One thing I like about designing Aria is the idea that the other gods are not paying attention to the world around them after they start disassociating with the world, so their clothes are outdated. Way outdated, which is why she’s wearing a Roman inspired dress. Also, with Aria, I liked the idea of her looking like a storm cloud while she’s corrupted, since she’s the Younger God of Air. Which is why she’s in all greys there. She actually turned out looking pretty damn cute!

The next set is the ‘extra’ ones I did, and sort of what I consider the Lumentian designs, I guess. I mean, the first two designs are what the main three wear in Lumentis – Buttercup in the dress she’s given when she arrives at the palace (her ‘princess dress’, if you would), Raito in his prince attire, and then Clover in her royal guard uniform. I was going to give Raito the extra sleeve things I had given him in his previous prince design, but I sort of liked how this looked without them, so kept them off. Also, Buttercup sort of tries to de-Alterian herself so the Lumenian people might accept her more, but, uh, girl. You a Fire Mage. Can’t work yourself out of that, but that’s why she doesn’t have the braids around her face, or the eyeliner.

The other three, though, are Raito and Clover’s siblings.

Yukino Akira: Age 18. Yuki is Raito’s little sister, the only princess of Lumentis, and both her bothers are overly protective of her. She and Raito are closer, though, and she’s always sneaking off to hang out with him. She’s the first in the palace to accept Buttercup, since Raito trusts her. Raito hates the fact that she’s technically an adult now, and guys are starting to court her.

Her design is really cute, and her dress is something different but still medieval looking.

Fern Gunvald: Age 23. Fern is Clover’s twin brother and polar opposite. Where she’s a warrior, he’s a scholar, and was actually the first one to meet Raito when they met in the library when they were younger. He is Raito’s other best friend, although Raito and Clover are closer. Despite the fact that they are so opposite, the twins are extremely close and supportive of one another.

I love hos nerdy he looks, lol. He did have spiky hair, but that didn’t suit him (or look right), so standard boy hair it is, and it works perfectly for him.

Kazuto Akira: Age 24. Kazuto is Raito’s older brother and Crown Prince of Lumentis. He is, in a word, a womanizer, and has been seducing any girl who has shown any sort of interest in Raito for as long as he’s been able to. Not like Raito has really cared about any of those girls, of course. Naturally, he attempts to sway Buttercup as well, much to Raito’s annoyance. The brother do not get along at all, with Kazuto constantly having to prove that he’s better than Raito at everything.

His design isn’t anything exciting, but I like how I managed to make him look like a playboy prince somehow.

The next set, I suppose is the Alterian design, which are Buttercup’s friends as well as two of her siblings. Her friends aren’t featured that much, but I had wanted to design out their dresses, so…here we are. Buttercup had more friends in the original, but I whittled it down to three.

Lilac: Age 21. Lilac is the brunt one of the group, as well as being the oldest. She’s not engaged because all the guys their age are terrified of her, but no one’s really worried about her, despite her age, because she does have a guy she’s talking with. Also, she’s very independent. She’s trained in melee fighting.

Rosemary: Age 20: Rosemary is technically Buttercup’s best friend who also happens to have just recently become engaged to her older brother. She is sweet and gentle and perfect, and pretty much beloved throughout the village. (Given that she has the more complicated dress, I think you can tell which of the three is my favorite, lol). She’s trained in sword fighting.

Lavender: Age 20. Lavender is sort of shy and withdrawn, although not to the point where she’s soft spoken. She’s the one closest to actually getting married thanks to an arrangement her parents made with another family, although neither party minds since they’d been close since childhood. Thanks to her glasses, she’s trained in using a staff so she doesn’t have to get close to her enemies.

Seth Angelia: Age 22. Seth is Buttercup’s older brother and he’s highly protective of her thanks to being the only one older than her. He’s also the only Angelia son who’s training to following in his father’s footsteps – the others work on the family farm which is run by their father’s cousin. He and Buttercup are close and he’s unsure what to think about Raito’s interest in her. He was a little unsure about asking Rosemary to marry him, seeing as she had a lot of other options, but considering all the time she spent with him growing up, it was really no completion. He’s a trained swordsman.

It was hard to come up with a male Viking design, especially after seeing how plain they tended to be, but I think I did really good! I mean, he is really plain, and then you have Rosemary looking all gorgeous over there, and it’s sort of funny knowing they’re a pair. But I like how he turned out! He’s just as adorable as everyone else.

Lily Angelia: Age 12. Lily is Buttercup’s younger sister, and the second Angelia daughter. (With everyone aged up, I decided to give the Angelia’s two more children, and the last one is another daughter.) She is pretty much the opposite of Buttercup, believing herself above her own status and that she’s somehow going to catch the eye of some nobleman in the future, despite there being none in her life. As such, she’s a bit lazy since she doesn’t see the point in learning homemaking, although she’s forced to learn. She is obsessed with Lumentian culture, which irks everyone due to the fact that, well, Alterians hate Lumentians for the most part. Buttercup loves her little sister and all, but the two do not get along.

Lily ends up looking simple as well, but I amused myself with the idea that she’s wearing a Lumentian inspired dress that turned out extremely pretty! I wasn’t going to give her a braid at first, because at some point, she absolutely refuses to participate in any of the Alterian cultural attire, but figured she'd find a way to make it work where she was still pretty. I also like the soft pink on her.

I know the three girls look similar, but that’s because I found a design I love and wanted to run with it. I liked the idea that, since their village is a border village, their clothes would have some Lumentian elements to it anyway, and I just…I don’t know. I really like how everyone turned out.

I think my biggest problem with this story is realizing that I wrote the original ten years ago, thus making it a prospective story to write for NaNo, *dies* I mean, I still want to do Division, and it’s still, you know, two months away, so anything can happen, and knowing me, I’ll probably lose interest in this once it goes out, but there you go. I had to do these because my muse was bugging me, and I figured I’d write out this long ass description for my future self, lol. And because I wanted to put these designs out into the world.

#my art #designs #angelus dei

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Reiji [VAMPIRE ENDING]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts in the forest

Yui: ...

( I can’t look away. )

( I don’t want this to be farewell...Perhaps it is my duty to grant his wish, exactly because I love him so much. )

...I understand.

*Rustle rustle*

Reiji: I am glad you seem to understand my feelings.

Yui: ...Although I doubt I will be able to part ways with a smile.

Reiji: In that case, I shall smile for the two of us, okay? ...I feel incredibly relaxed right now after all.

Yui: ...

( Such a gentle smile. So very peaceful, like he’s trying to convey to me that I am doing the right thing. )

Reiji: Well then, go for it and do not hesitate.

Yui: Ugh...!

ー Yui closes her eyes

*Rustle*

Ayato: Stop right there!

ー She opens her eyes again

Yui: Ayato-kun!?

Ayato: I’ve been watching this whole time and what kind of pussy bullshit was that!?

Subaru: Che...You don’t get a clear pass either. You look like a fool holdin’ somethin’ so dangerous.

ー Subaru takes the sword away from her

*THUD*

Yui: Ah!

Reiji: You lot...What is the meaning behind all of this?

Yuma: Hah! We’re sick of watchin’ our King hang his head like that!

Kou: Why do you think we gathered here in the first place?

Azusa: We’re here...to fight!

Yui: ( No way...I didn’t think the others would come to our rescue...! )

Seiji: ...Bring it on! Kill every last one of them!

Male Clergyman A: Roger!

*BANG*

Laito: You won’t hit anyone like that~

Kanato: Too slow...!

*THUD*

Male Clergyman B: Guh...

*Thud*

Seiji: What are you doing!? They’re small in number, so make quick work of them!

Shuu: ...Are you blind or something?

Seiji: Excuse me!?

*Flap flap flap*

Seiji: Wha...Why are there so many Vampires here...!?

Shuu: Maybe you shouldn’t have chosen the Demon World as your execution ground?

*Flap flap flap*

Male Clergyman A: Kuh...You monsters...

Yui: ( No way...The entire Vampire Clan showed up to save Reiji-san? )

Kou: M-neko-chan! Hurry up and free Reiji-kun from those restraints!

Yui: Right!

Reiji: Why...is this happening...?

Yui: I don’t know either but...I’m pretty sure everyone needs you!

Reiji: But, my powers...I can’t do anything with them...

Yui: I don’t think that’s the case.

I am sure that it is the immense effort you put into trying to get to the bottom of your own powers in hopes of solving the Demon World’s issues, which has eventually brought everyone together here.

Reiji: ...

Ayato: There!

*Thud*

Ayato: Hehe, like stealin’ candy from a baby!

Seiji: Ignore those small fries! It is the Vampire King we want to kill!

Yui: Reiji-san, let’s run.

Reiji: That seems like the best solution right now...!

ー They try to make a run for it

Seiji: In your dreams!!

ー Seiji grabs hold of Yui

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyah!

Seiji: Hah. You despicable Witch...I shall get rid of you right here, right now!

Yui: No!

Reiji: Get your hands off her!

*Cling*

Seiji: Hooh? I cannot believe a Vampire is holding a silver sword. Such nonsense.

Reiji: If you do not hand her over to me, I shall not show any mercy.

Seiji: You sure have some nerve to say that! You shall be punished for deceiving my daughter!

*Clunk*

Reiji: If that is what you wish...

ー Kino walks up to them

Kino: I won’t let you. Hoh!

*Thud*

Reiji: !

Kino: Sorry, but could you please kick the bucket now? Also, it’d be really swell if you could give me those powers.

Reiji: I see...You were after my powers, correct?

Kino: Exactly. If you die, I will get your powers and the Church gets the girl. Everyone happy!

So I’m not letting you get away. Well, I guess if you willingly hand over those powers to me, I could spare your life.

Seiji: What nonsense are you spouting!?

*Clunk*

Seiji: You monsters...Exactly! You can die first!

Yui: !

( The look in his eyes is terrifying...Is this how I meet my end? )

Reiji: Yui! ...I can easily just...!

ー Reiji breaks free from his shackles

*Clink*

Yui: ( Eh? He took off the shackles...How? )

Seiji: Ridiculous! How is that possible...!?

Reiji: I suppose I am not given the chance to worry about what would become of the Demon World after I am gone...But I am glad I realized just in time.

I suppose I cannot leave this world just yet, because I am simply too worried about what will happen to you with this manifestation of evil still on the loose.

Seiji: Excuse me!?

Reiji: You lot are the ones ruining the Demon World! Hah!

*Woosh*

Seiji: Guaaaah!

ー Seiji drops dead on the ground

*Thud*

Yui: ( Father...However, I believe this is for the best. )

Kino: Che...

ー Kino runs away

Reiji: ...If you point your gun at me, you will have to face the consequences.

Male Clergyman A: Eek...!

ー The Clergymen run away as well

Reiji: ...Did I do the right thing?

Yui: ...Yes, I’m sure.

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the living room of the Sakamaki manor

*Pshh*

Yui: ...Here you go, Reiji-san.

Reiji: Thank you very much.

Yui: I’ll sit down next to you, okay?

*Thud*

Yui: ( Today we first have an audience at the Vibora Castle and then afterwards we have to attend a banquet at Banmaden, right? )

( I’m still not quite used to it, but I have to take full responsibility as Reiji-san’s partner! )

( Things are slowly but surely falling into place here in the Demon World. I’ll have to continue trying my best in the future. )

Monologue

Shortly after,

Eden was completely reduced to ashes,

Ruki-kun told me that he felt glad,

knowing that he could be there,

to witness its final moments,

still, I do not know if those are his true feelings.

However, I do believe that it was an important sacrifice,

to ensure that from here on out,

Reiji-san will continue to be himself.

We are looking at the bright side of life.

Even if something is lost,

we can always create something new from scratch.

And right now,

as we are living together,

while preserving order within the Demon World,

we are putting in a great amount of effort,

to build a new Eden.

Yui: We still have some time till we have to leave.

Reiji: Yes, therefore...Please move a little closer.

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ...Reiji-san...

Reiji: What’s the matter?

Yui: Well...It’s embarrassing.

Reiji: Fufu. I see. Then I suppose I will have to move even closer so you can get used to it.

*Rustle rustle*

Reiji: I wonder why I still feel like it isn’t enough, even though you’re by my side all the time?

Yui: I don’t know either.

Reiji: Oh dear? You feel the same way? In that case, then to find an answer to our question...I suppose we will simply have to try some things out.

Yui: Eh...?

ー He pins her down

Reiji: Yui...

ー The door opens

Yui: ?

Kou: Reiji-kuーn. We’ve come to hang out~!

Azusa: We were in the neighborhood so...

Yuma: Imma leave the veggies over here, ‘kay? ...Wait, the fuck are ya two doin’ out in the open!?

Ruki: Haah...I have no words.

Yui: ( Uu...I feel like my face is going to combust. )

Reiji: That’s my line. I’d appreciate a different attitude from the people who entered somebody else’s home without permission.

We do not need you lot telling us what we can and cannot do in our private time.

Ruki: ...Well my bad.

ー The Mukami’s walk away

Yui: ( Haah...That startled me. )

Reiji: Good grief...I can only assume they are doing it on purpose.

I cannot believe that on top of my own brothers, the Mukami family has also begun to enter and leave this house as they please...It’s scary knowing what people are capable of once they get comfortable with a situation.

Yui: ( I’m happy that all of them will just casually drop by whenever they feel like it but... )

( I do wish they would refrain from barging in like they did just now. )

( Still... )

I guess they all think of our house as their own home?

Even now that we’re living apart, we’re still one, big family...I kind of like that.

Reiji: ...Good grief. It’s because you spoil them so much, I believe they might be taking advantage of that kindness of yours, don’t you think?

Yui: But...

Reiji: I suppose I will have to punish the lips which make such claims.

*Thud*

Yui: ( Again...! )

Reiji: Just give up...No need to worry. I promise to be gentle with you.

Yui: ...

ー The door opens again

Ayato: Oi, anyone home...!? I’m hungry so make me somethin’!

Kanato: I’d like a serving of pancakes. With whipped cream on top, obviously.

Subaru: Che, where are those two hidin’!? ...We’re gonna help ourselves then!

Reiji: ...Haah. I cannot believe we cannot even kiss in peace. What a predicament.

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( Still...This is bliss. )

Reiji: ...I feel the same way.

Yui: Eh?

Reiji: I will do everything within my power...To make sure that this happiness can last forever.

For you, my beloved...Nn.

*Smooch*

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #reiji sakamaki #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #lereijiending1

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