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Yandere Sun Wukong
This is one of my older works, but I still look back on it fondly. I made it before Monkie Kid became popular/came out so don’t expect it to be from that universe. It also doesn’t really take place in the Journey to the West timeline, so sorry for any mistakes with characteristics and the like.
The Mokey King, who can be found as far back as the Song Dynasty, specifically through the story of Journey to the West.
You were a close companion of Sun Wukong. You were with him through many of his adventures and even gained immortality right alongside him. You had been born into a cold family who never showed you any sort of warmth or love of any kind, so the one thing you longed for the most was someone who could give that warmth and love to you. When you met Sun Wukong, he exuded such warmth that you immediately gravitated to it. At first he tried to get you to stay behind, but when you broke down sobbing and told him what your life had been like up until then, he finally agreed to let you come.
From then on, you felt that your life was going to get better. And for a time, it had. You went on many adventures with him and even helped fight off monsters by using the ability of fire passed down through your family. You had always found a sad sort of irony in the fact that your family could use fire, yet always seemed colder than even ice. As the years passed, you began to fall for the one who shown you the warmth that you had always longed for.
You never told him as you never felt it was the right time or you ended up stumbling over the words you tried to say. But still you strove to tell him, thinking that even if he ended up rejecting you, as long as he didn’t do it coldly, you felt that you could cope. One day, you were finally able to get out the words you had always wanted to say to him.
~~~~~
“Look out!”
You were knocked to the ground as the monster swiped the air above your head. “Are you okay?” Sun Wukong asked as he looked down at you.
”Ah, y-yes,” you stuttered as he got to his feet and helped you up, “Thank you.”
But your gratitude was not heard as Sun Wukong immediately leaped back into battle. You sighed. “And I wish you would stay long enough for me to thank you. Let alone confess.”
You sighed again, but ran back to begin attacking the giant wolf monster while Sun Wukong distracted it. You quickly went through the hand motions to summon a giant fireball. When it was fully formed, you sent it at the wolf where it managed to kill the monster. You smiled, happy to have defeated the monster. Sun Wukong cheered and ran up to give you a hug, before quickly running off to tell the villagers, who had asked you to defeat the monster as it had been terrorizing them for some time, to gain the reward. Normally you would try to stop him from forcing them to give too much, but the village was relatively prosperous and had promised a feast.
Once you calmed down enough to not look like a fool from the hug you had recieved, you quickly followed. There you saw the village getting ready for the celebration and immediately found Sun Wukong talking to the village chief. With a fond smile on your face, you quickly jogged to catch up. “.....and how about big statue of me in the center of town as well?”
You came into the conversation as he tried to coerce the chief to give him more for his reward. Sighing, you said, “Come on Sun Wukong, surely you don’t need another statue.”
”Of course I do (Y/n),” Sun Wukong shouted passionately, “It’s a matter of principle. If I save their village, they should build a statue of me!”
Giggling at the look on the chief’s face, you said, “Alright Sun Wukong, I’m going to help set up the banquet then. Call if you need me.”
As you headed off in the direction of the kitchens, you managed to hear him say, “Yeah, yeah. It’s not like I ever really need you.”
You felt an ache in your chest at those words, but it was a familiar ache. Sun Wukong said such things more often than you ever cared to remember, but you still had faith in him and loved him all the same. On the best days, you were able to let the comments slide off you like water on a duck. But on the worst days, you had to stifle your crying so that Sun Wukong wasn’t alerted to how badly the comments hurt you.
Somehow, you always managed to make it through the days, even after constant cruel comments, monster attacks, and others underestimating you for being a woman. You knew that even through all that, you could always count on Sun Wukong to somehow lift your spirits even if he was the one to bring them down in the first place.
You made it to the kitchen, where you found them mostly done. When you asked what you could help on, the chef you asked distractedly pointed to a counter in the back where they were preparing annin tofu for dessert. As you began to help, the kitchen hands who were making it gave you grateful smiles. You smiled back, happy to help. Throughout the many adventures you had been on with Sun Wukong, you had first and foremost learned that he was most definitely not a cook, so you were usually the one who prepared all the meals. This lead to you being a very competent chef, especially after you were made immortal, as you then had much more time to practice.
When you finished making it, you then helped serve it as by that time the meal had been finished. One of the kitchen hands, who had introduced herself as Zhi Ruo, leaned toward you to whisper, “Don’t worry, you can eat with us. Honestly though, I’m more surprised they haven’t noticed you were missing or sent anyone looking for you.”
You thanked her as you then caught sight of Sun Wukong sitting at the head of the table, laughing at what one of the women who surrounded him had said. “Yeah,” you managed to choke out, “It is surprising.”
Another familiar ache started. Even when you would tell him where you would go, most of the times Sun Wukong would forget to call for you if something started or happened. But you were used to this ache as well, so you didn’t let it bother you as, whenever you brought it up, he would apologize in the end. Zhi Ruo saw your expression and, looking in the direction you were staring in, saw what you were looking at. “In love with him, huh,” she said.
When you blushed and started to protest, she laughed and said, “Don’t bother. It’s all over your face. I don’t know why you would like him, but at least tell him that you do.”
At that you quieted your protesting and said, “He brought me a warmth I was missing from my life and for that I’m eternally grateful.”
Zhi Ruo’s lips quirked into a smile. “Well, if it’s like that, it gives you all the more reason to confess. Do it tonight before you go to bed. You may not share rooms, but you are right next door to each other. I should know, I had to set them up for you. Catch him before he goes into his room and confess.”
Confidence given to you from her encouraging words, you nodded. “Okay! I will! Tonight, I, (Y/n), will finally confess my feelings to Sun Wukong.”
”That’s the spirit,” she said, “Now come on, let’s go eat.”
As you went off with Zhi Ruo to eat, you were unaware of how the conversation would play out, but you wanted to believe in the positives, so you went with a smile.
~~~~~
After you had eaten and said goodbye to Zhi Ruo, you rushed off to the rooms that were given to you, just in time to catch Sun Wukong about to close his door. “Wait,” you shouted out to him, “Wait! I have something to say to you!”
As you got to the door, Sun Wukong stepped out and closed the door. “Alright,” he said, “What is it?”
Drawing in a breath, closing your eyes, and remembering what Zhi Ruo had told you, you confessed. “I love you! I have for a while now. I just never worked up the courage to tell you before now! You brought a warmth to my life that I had been lacking from my family and I am eternally grateful for it! When you let me tag along with you, that’s was when I first started to like you. And I know this seems sudden, but honestly it is anything but that!”
You kept your eyes closed, waiting for what he would say, but all you heard was silence. As you began to grow worried, you opened your eyes and drew in a breath to apologize when laughter rang out. Quickly looking up, you saw that Sun Wukong was laughing at you. “Seriously? Man, if I knew you would do this, I probably would have left you there in your village,” he said.
”W-What,” you breathed out, not wanting to believe what he was saying.
”I’m saying,” Sun Wukong growled out, all traces of humor suddenly gone, “That I do not love you, let alone like you. I let you come with me because your sobbing was annoying and I felt pity for you. I let you stay because you knew how to cook and could actually hold your own in a fight. The only reason you’re even still here is because you are not totally dead weight to me.”
With that said, he turned and opened his door. Your eyes widened as you heard a woman’s voice from inside asking him what took so long. “Nothing really,” he answered, “Just an annoyance that needed taking care of.”
He then turned back to you and said, “Now let go of your stupid dream and leave it behind.”
He then slammed his door shut, leaving you to fall to your knees as, silently, tears began to roll down your cheeks. You somehow managed to get to your room and curl up, silently sobbing, in the bed that had been prepared for your visit. You cried for hours, but somewhere along the line you must have finally fallen asleep, because you woke up with the sun shining in your eyes and dried tear tracks on your face.
You managed to get up and somehow continue your day relatively normally. The only difference was that you tried to avoid Sun Wukong instead of seeking him out. The two of you had plans to stay in the village for a week, so you hoped to be able to get over the rejection by then or at least enough to continue with your life. But when the time came, you still hadn’t gotten over it.
On the last day, Sun Wukong ended up seeking you out, which was the first time you had seen him face to face since he broke your heart.
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Sun Wukong was mildly annoyed. He had finally rejected (Y/n) and crushed her stupid idea of love for him, but she had started to avoid him after that. This didn’t bother him until the last day of their stay and she wasn’t waiting eagerly for him to continue on their journey. As much as he felt he shouldn’t care, he wanted her to come, as she at least kept some of the boredom away while on the road.
So he sought her out. He found her in a rock garden where she appeared to be meditating. “Hey,” he shouted, disrupting the peaceful atmosphere, “Why aren’t you ready to go yet!? We have to leave now before the sun completely rises you know!”
(Y/n) startled at his loud voice, but when she looked to see who had shouted and found him, she quickly averted her eyes. Sun Wukong felt a sudden pang in his chest, but he shook it off as he didn’t have any reason to feel bad. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by (Y/n)’s soft voice telling him, “I’m not coming with you.”
”What,” he shouted angrily.
”I still want to explore, but I need more time away from you before I can travel safely, so I’m going to set off on my own in about a week. I already talked to the village chief and he said he was fine with me staying an extra week as long as I earned my keep. So I’m going to help out around the village while I gather my thoughts enough to be able to travel safely.”
”No way,” Sun Wukong shouted, “There is no way you will be able to travel on your own. Besides, shouldn’t you be over it already? I mean, come on, I rejected you a week ago, this just proves that you’re too weak to travel on your own.”
”Shut up,” (Y/n) suddenly screamed at him. He jumped back, unused to her cursing or shouting at him.
“Shut up and leave me alone,” she continued as she finally looked at him. He was shocked to see tears in her eyes. He had never seen her crying since he had first let her join him.
She opened her mouth, appearing to want to continue, but closed it again before finally getting up and saying, “You just don’t understand.”
She then ran off and he shouted, “Wait!”
But it was too late, she had already disappeared. “What is with her,” he wondered to himself, “Too bad for her. If she wants to kill herself by traveling on her own, fine then.”
He then left in a huff and the village disappeared in the distance with nary a look back. For about a year, Sun Wukong didn’t even notice she was gone. He still saved villages, fought monsters, and attracted the attention of pretty women.
But soon, he found that he was disgusted by the way the women threw themselves onto him, fighting monsters became a boring chore, and the villagers’ gratitude began to leave a bitter taste in his mouth. He often found himself asking (Y/n) what she was making that night, only to realize he was talking to thin air.
He began to notice that he missed more than just the fact that she would cook for him. He missed the way she would always look after him, the way she fought, the way she smiled at him, the happiness in her beautiful (e/c) eyes when he complimented her, the pretty blush that would become imbued in her (s/t) skin when he hugged her unthinkingly after a battle, the softness of her skin, the silky quality of her hair, the scent of fragrant woodsmoke and cherry blossoms that always seemed to surround her, and so much more. After another year, he found that he had become completely obsessed with the woman he had last seen crying and running from him. He had tried to stop the way he was feeling, but every time he tried to do so, he found he fell even deeper in love with her. He finally decided to get her back. And even if he had to do so with her fighting him the whole way, he would keep her to himself and never let her run away from him again.
With those thoughts in mind, he set off to find her.
~~~~~
Meanwhile, you had left when you said you would. The entire village came to see you off as they had all grown fond of you in the two weeks that they had known you for. “Be safe,” Zhi Ruo, who had come to be a very close friend, shouted at you, “I hope you find what you want to be on your journey!”
”Thank you,” you shouted back, “I’m sure I will. And take care my friend!”
After that, you headed off on a journey to find yourself. You traveled from village to village, helping those you came across and fighting off the monsters that threatened you or others. After half a year, you came upon a place that needed your help. They had had a flood and many of their crops had been ruined. Having traveled for most of your life, you knew what types of edible plants would grow in nearly every condition. So you taught it to the people and even stayed to help them learn the best ways to cook the plants. You left with a smile on your face, happy to have finally found what you wanted to do; help those who needed knowledge on food and survival.
As the year ended, and the second year was coming near an end as well, you had gained a reputation as a hand of mercy, who helped all those she came across. You were happy to help, but you never knew that your reputation would be what brought about your downfall.
~~~~~
You had just finished helping the people of a village learn how to hunt and take down the fleet footed deer in their surrounding area. Normally, it wouldn’t be that hard, but the deer were faster than normal and had enhanced hearing, so they could easily get away from the hunters, leaving the village to survive mainly on half-eaten vegetables that the deer had gotten into. The villagers were grateful for your help, so they had let you stay for a few days to rest.
On the third day, one of them came to where you were resting on a bench in a courtyard filled with flowers. “There’s someone here to see you,” the villlager said.
”Okay,” you responded with a gentle smile, “Please, let them in and tell them where I am.”
”Of course.”
After that, you waited for the individual who sought you out to come. You figured it was a messenger from another village that came asking for your help. All of a sudden, a loud shout of “(Y/n)!” broke your peaceful atmosphere as you had recognized the voice, even after two years apart.
But, before you could flee, a pair of arms wrapped around you and lifted you into a strangely possessive grasp. “Let me go,” you cried, struggling to get away from Sun Wukong.
”Why would I do that,” he asked in such a strangely lovesick tone that you stilled out of shock, “Especially when I finally have you in my arms.”
”What do you mean? Didn’t you say that you didn’t love me? Why are you acting like this?”
”Becuase I was wrong! I do love you, I just never realized until you were gone. I took your love for granted and now that I don’t have it or you, I am here to take it back.”
With that, your face was lifted up and Sun Wukong leaned down and kissed you. As he deepened the kiss, tears began to run down your face. When he finally pulled away, you started to sob. “What’s wrong,” he asked worriedly, “I know this must be surprising, but there’s no reason to cry over it.”
”You’re so dense,” you sobbed, “How can you say you love me when you broke my heart and stomped all over it? Especially when I’ve gotten over it. You really are cruel Sun Wukong. First, I love you and try to confess. Then you turn me down in the coldest and cruelest way possible. After that, my heart finally heals and I manage to get over you, but then you come bursting in, expecting me to love you after you told me I was basically a waste of space. I can’t ever truly hate you Sun, but this has brought me very close to it.”
After you finished, you pushed out of Sun Wukong’s limp grasp and ran. But this time, before you could get away, a hand grabbed your wrist and roughly yanked you back against Sun Wukong’s chest. “Never,” he started, scaring you with his suddenly angry tone, “Never run away from me. Never again. I let you get away one time, not again. You are mine now. Even if you try to fight it, I will force you to be mine.”
”No,” you cried out, struggling against his iron grip, “I don’t love you anymore. And you can’t force love Sun Wukong. Please, just leave me alone!”
You heard him growl in frustration before he slammed his lips onto yours. As you gasped from how roughly he had done so, he took that opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. You pounded on his chest, trying to get him to stop, but he wouldn’t stop until he had had his fill and savored the sweet taste of your mouth.
When he finally broke away for air, he picked you up bridal style. He looked down at your flushed face, dazed eyes, and swollen lips and smirked. He gave you a final kiss, before whispering, “Don’t worry. You’ll learn to love me again. And even if you don’t, I still will never let you go. You will always be mine, my flame of mercy.”
You tried to struggle out of his arms again, but he quickly shifted you into one arm so he could pinch a nerve cluster on the side of your neck. With a gasp, you could feel yourself quickly losing consciousness. The last thing you heard before you woke up far from humanity and in the arms of the one you had loved, yet who you now feared was, “You’ll never get away from me again. Life has no meaning without you in it, so I will do everything in my power to make you mine and keep you there.”
Annin tofu is a soft, jellied dessert made of apricot kernel milk, agar, and sugar. It is a traditional dessert of Beijing, Cantonese, Hong Kong, and Japanese cuisines.
#yandere#yandere sun wukong#yandere mythology#yandere x reader#older work#not monkie kid#Or journey to the west really#Kind of indulgent more than anything else#I’m probably going to work on something new for him#Eventually#probably for monkie kid universe
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Blood-C - Kisaragi Saya
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We're so toxic
they need a new word
for toxic
You were casually
quixotic
I was as dark as
the slit mouth of a cave
You and I, I almost said,
should get together and
do something depraved
The night we met
the carnival left
Our fate was already
paved in the rapid
drying cement
#older work#spilled ink#poetry#my writing#poets on tumblr#spilled poetry#poets of tumblr#my poetry#poets corner#breakups#breakup poetry
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Vulnerability (Vash the Stampede x GN! Reader Drabble) SFW
Cw- tooth-rotting fluff, comfort, self-indulgent, non-sexual intimacy
wc- 518
summary- "You know, your hair is so much softer after you wash it."
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Steam poured out of the adjacent bathroom as you lazed around on the bed. The hotel room was warmed by the shower being taken in the next room. You push your wet hair out of the way and curl up under the covers. The day of travel wore on you and there was nothing you wanted more than to fall asleep next to your lover. The clean linens were soft against your skin, the smooth texture bringing you euphoria.
Vash stepped out of the bathroom wearing light pants and a towel covering his hair. He smiled at the sight of you wrapped up in the bedsheets. Once he felt his hair was dry enough, he threw the towel back into the bathroom and sat on the bed next to you. His hair was down, a sight unfamiliar to you.
"Don't you look cozy," He chuckled.
You sit up and rest your back against the headboard, blankets still covering your lap. "I am really cozy. It's bound to get even cozier with you here."
"You're such a sweetie," He rubs the back of his neck with his cybernetic arm. "Tell me how did I get so lucky?"
"You tell me, Mr. Humanoid Typhoon."
He didn't respond, instead moving to sit in front of you, leaning his back against your chest. The pressure felt comforting. You reach your hands up to his hair and begin massaging his scalp. He let out soft sighs of contentment. "You know, your hair is so much softer after you wash it."
"You think so?" He asked.
"I know so. It's so soft. I could run my fingers through it forever," You could hardly contain the small smile that graced your lips.
You continued playing with Vash's hair for a few more minutes before you felt his breathing slow. You let your mind wander. The man in front of you was the most caring person that you'd ever met. You didn't care that he was wanted, you'd follow him to the ends of the planet.
When you stopped, his drowsy voice broke the silence, "Mmm, why'd you stop?"
You thought for a moment before responding. "I thought you were asleep, love."
"No," He murmured, his voice childlike. You couldn't hold back a grin. Whenever he showed this side of himself and let you take care of him it gave you butterflies. You resumed playing with his hair, watching the suns set from the window. His bare skin against your body was intoxicating. Moments like these were hard to come by with Vash but you appreciated every second of it.
You weren't sure how long the two of you sat there, completely entranced in one another's touch. It felt like an eternity and a few seconds at the same time. You noticed quickly that Vash had fallen asleep for real this time, as every vocal prompt you gave was met with silence. Darkness soon flooded your room as neither of you had turned any lights on before sunset. Eventually, you found yourself drifting off into a peaceful slumber as well, content and close with your lover.
#trigun#trigun stampede#trigun vash#vash the stampede#vash the stampede x you#vash the stampede x reader#trigun 98#trigun maximum#trimax#i wrote this when i was half asleep pls forgive the mistakes#older work
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Would you help me get a grip, or would you drop me?
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White Knight
Sol’s Stalwart Defender
Length: 15 meters
Wingspan (fully outstretched): 10 meters
Empty Mass: 5700 kg
Armaments: 6 Mark-IX radiation-seeking fusion missiles, 1 particle cannon (12.1 GigaWatt range)
Maximum Delta-V: <redacted>
Minimum Turning Radius: <redacted>
There was only one thing more frustrating than the rejection of the Intelligence Air/Space Superiority Drone Prototype “White Knight” from front line service and its assignment to interceptor duty in the Outer Solar System. That would be the fact that they left me on. Five years the war had gone on now, and all I had to occupy myself was staring at thousands of dead moons around the four gas giants. A post-human mind can only take so much. Locked into my launch tube on Uranus’ moon Titania, I could not even move. I might not have minded so much, but a layer of dust was starting to form, and the maintenance drones refused dust me, insisting that it was not a maintenance problem, as being dirty did not interfere with my primary functions. They may not be legally sapient, but I swear those things have developed a capacity for a malicious sense of humor.
Then one day, something unexpected happened. My EM sensors picked up a pattern of radiation, the sort only produced by the formation of an opening into hyperspace. Something was coming out near Saturn. It was fairly faint, probably an attempt at stealth, I would be the only one in the solar system that could see it, who knew that a potentially enemy craft was entering our space, whether to spy or hit and run. I sent a signal to Command, but it would be at least forty-five minutes before the signal would get there, five hours before any craft from Earth could get out this far. I was on my own. A cloud of regolith erupted from Titania’s surface as I blasted off toward Saturn at full burn.
Coasting into the Saturn system. I brake just above the rings and run silent, trying to minimize any internal radiations that could distract me from the intruder’s telltale energy glow. To win this, I would need the element of surprise more than anything. Then something moves below, a great fish amongst the school of glaciers. It rises up out of Saturn’s rings like a breaching whale: the spherical hull of an enemy escort carrier. This I had not foreseen. I was expecting a covert ops craft, maybe a small frigate or destroyer. That the enemy could smuggle in something like this so unobtrusively has dire implications. But that’s not relevant now; now I need to worry about the fact that the detection equipment on this sort of ship could pick me apart from the debris in this system even if all my systems were completely online. A feeling suspiciously like a fight or flight instinct kicks in as I fire my thrusters to dive into the ring, arcs of burning plasma close enough that I can feel their warmth on my metal skin. I wonder if that was something my programmers built in, something like a simulated adrenal gland, of if it is all in my mind, something inherited from the human pilots whose minds were scanned, replicated, and merged to create mine.
In this ring I have to move at what feels like a painfully slow pace. This isn’t like the Asteroid Belt where you could fly all the way through without even seeing a single object; here the blocks of ice are as close together as I am long from nose to tail. I have to concentrate every second on weaving between them as they spin and bob and collide with one another. This isn’t helped by the fact the escort carrier has launched a flight of fighters after me, writhing octopoid drones with thrusters on their manifold tentacles. I swerve in a flat spin and boost inches away from a large chunk; the missile chasing me can’t turn as tightly by a fraction of a degree and impacts, the glow of a nuclear fusion explosion blinds my rear sensors for a moment. Unfortunately for a pursuer, its forward sensors were the ones blinded, it smacks head on into the shattered pieces of the late chunk of ring, adding its own fuel to the conflagration.
I notice one fighter hanging below ring level. I drop out for a moment and launch two missiles. The enemy’s point defence plasma cannon is fast enough to stop one missile, but by the time it shoots at the second it’s already inside the blast radius and melted in an instant.
Flying back into the ring, I extend my landing claws and perch below an outcropping on one irregularly shaped bit of ice. I fill the spectrum with static, drawing the enemy in but making them unable to find my exact position. When two fly past I open my missile bay and launch my last four warheads at them. Three all lock on to the same target, vaporizing the enemy before it can react. The other sees the missile coming and ducks behind two colliding rocks, which absorb the blast’s energy. This one’s a mite cleverer, his red stripes probably indicating a higher-end model. He immediately traces the missile exhaust back to me, and matches my every move when I blast off again. He saves his ammunition, opting to close to point-blank range so I can’t escape.
I burn through fuel trying to outfly this one, exhausting the spaceborne equivalents of zigs and zags, immelmann turns and aileron rolls, but somehow he’s always right on my tail. I break out of the rings and make for the moon Titan. After a few thousand kilometers of just barely outrunning my opponent, I hit the moon’s atmosphere at a deep angle, hoping the rapid deceleration will make him overshoot. The drag feels like it’ll pull my wings off, I shake and knock about, a trail of fire behind me that could reach across a small country. Then the missile comes. It’s a near miss, detonated by the atmospheric shock waves, but it knocks me out of control. The aerodynamic shear rips off the doors to my missile bay and one landing claw. Something’s come loose inside. I can hear it rattling around when I move. I visualize gritting my teeth as I sever some pain receptors so I can concentrate.
I rise out of the atmosphere to find him behind me still. He fires three missiles, but is still a few clicks away so I have time to shoot them down with my particle turret. His arsenal must be exhausted, he begins closing the distance between us so I can’t dodge his plasma cannon fire. Perfect. When he gets within a shiplength I cut propulsion and fire all the thrusters on one side. As I spin on the spot to face him I fire my main forward particle cannon, the coruscating indigo beam cuts him neatly in half. I hang about for a moment to watch the little bits of him spiral down and burn in Titan’s smog.
Through all of this the escort carrier has been steadfastly trundling along on its original course for the Inner Planets. It now hung in front of Mimas, a tiny 150 meter-in-diameter replica of that moon in shape and color. There were those who said all spacecraft should be such, that my own streamlined and mirror-polished form was inefficient and backward. That was probably not the most positive thought to be dwelling on at the time but it took quite a while in computer time to get back to where the starship was now and that was where my mind went. I am the sum of all human dogfighting skill, a gestalt of the minds of the best pilots Earth ever produced. It was only natural they should give me the body of an aerospace fighter, a compromise of what a spacecraft needs and what an airplane does. Lot of good that did me; first time in years I go into an atmosphere and I almost flay myself. Though I wasn’t doing half bad outrunning those enemy ships even with these airfoils weighing me down.
I must be in the carrier’s range now. Bolts of plasma are streaking past my nose. A pure AI would probably already be vaped now, tracked by the mathematical precision of the starship’s computers. I am unpredictable though; a human mind with a computer’s speed. They have no idea what I’ll do next. Well, unless they have more like that last one.
The missiles come now, slower than the near-massless ionized gas. Next will come fighters, but one problem at a time. When they come closer I fire my particle cannon, groups of converging projectiles now close enough that their explosions catch one another, creating a wall of light between me and the carrier. I use the distraction to find a small rock just larger than I am floating some distance from the ring.
I latch onto its surface and rotate my side away from the enemy. Hopefully before the enemy sensors clear, I fire thrusters, then turn everything off that would emit detectable radiation. Hopefully the rock’s mass will shield me from their active scanners. After an eternity of five minutes the greenish glow of the carrier’s defensive energy screen fills my passive sensors. I immediately jump off the rock, and notice the plasma turrets on the carrier’s surface popping up and whirling to face me like surprised meerkats. I am amazed at how close I managed to get, they must be very confident in their ability to withstand a meteoroid impact.
The guns fire. There is searing pain as gas the heat of a small sun burns holes in an airfoil, but that was the only shot they’ll get. I brake just above the surface of the enemy ship, closer than anyone could ever have expected in a space battle. The plasma turrets cannot traverse low enough to shoot me, instead they anemically ram their magnetic barrels into the lowest range of their tracks over and over. I suddenly become aware of my own reflection on the glossy ceramic hull below. I...have never seen myself before. Sure, there were diagrams, schematics, the diagnostic readout in my head, but that’s a fair amount different from actually seeing it. I suppose I had always just visualized myself as just a more flexible fighter jet, an F-14 Tomcat or something with cockpit and wings on a swivel. But I see the irony in my name now: the White Knight, once human, now cast into the form of a dragon to fight where no man or woman could. Then I notice that I’m standing on one leg like a flamingo and the silliness of that rather reduces the profundity.
The holes in my wing are still glowing white-hot around the edges, but the pain reception must have melted. I’m really more of a Black Knight now, my gleaming heat-reflecting coating having been mostly burned away. I realize I didn’t really plan beyond this point. I look up to see the enemy fighters swinging back from their sweep to find me. Then I realize the opportunity I’ve been given. I lean back and fire my particle cannon with impunity, as the enemy can’t fire back without collateral damage to their own starship.
A half dozen enemy fighters wither before my fiery glare, but then I notice another with red stripes. He races forward, firing missiles with wild abandon. The carrier’s turrets fire a bit delayed; some technician inside probably had to rapidly reprogram them to target “friendly” projectiles. Through the dissipating energy the enemy lands right next to me, tentacles first. He pauses for a moment to rip out its own communication antenna, some part of me imagining he’s trying to ignore the beratements of some superior inside the carrier, I blast off, and though my speed is a relatively slow 300 kph, it feels like faster than I have ever been because of the carrier’s superstructure racing by as I hug its spherical surface. I intentionally narrowly dodge antennas and turrets, but my enemy clearly has a much tighter turning radius than I.
He begins firing his plasma cannons, at this close range he cannot miss. The damaged airfoil is severed completely, reducing my maneuverability and thrust by a fourth. I slow and stop behind a large structure sticking out from the escort carrier’s hull. The second Red Stripe just keeps on going, first trying to get me by blasting through the tower and taking me with it. His cannons insufficient to penetrate its armor, he flies past and begins rotating back around. He is still shooting, but not directly at me. I’m damaged. He could finish me off at any time. This one’s intelligent enough to desire revenge, to toy with me and kill me slowly. They really need to work on that bug.
Seeing my severed wing drifting by, I quickly run a trajectory calculation. As Red Stripe gets right up close I fire its thruster, shooting the metal triangle right through his octopus head. The airfoil tears keeps going and sticks in a turret gun, then explodes. Red stripe makes a motion like a salute with one tentacle, though it could have just been a dying spasm, for he then goes limp and slowly spins away.
The I see a whoosh of gas escaping into the void and crystallizing a quarter of the way around the sphere. One fighter comes out, then another. The hangar doors are open, they’re launching reinforcements. Just what I needed. Actually, I couldn’t have planned this better. I rocket into the path of the launching fighters, shooting blindly into the hole from which they emerged. One fighter about to launch explodes, then another. The escaping atmosphere blows me away from the growing fire and internal explosions. The carrier’s engines go offline, and the festering hole in it’s side is now acting as a thruster pushing it back the way it came. I check the time: it’s been seven hours since I sent a message from Titania. I slowly spin there, watching the carrier’s crew in spacesuits desperately trying to make repairs. Maybe I should sell them some maintenance drones.
An hour later I see it. A new star growing that I zoom in to see is one of our light cruisers. It fires a warning shot two kilometers away from the stricken enemy with its railgun, a special round coated with brightly glowing chemicals and designed to self-destruct to prevent its eventually hitting somebody.
The world seems like it’s losing resolution, and I realize my sensor input is actually becoming more pixelated. Soon it becomes dimmer as well. I’m not afraid of termination. Though granted, they can probably rebuild me if I’m anything less than vaporized. It’s too bad; after all that I could have used a bit of rest. I don’t know if my transmitter is still working, but I tell it to send a message anyways, “I see why you wouldn’t send you wouldn’t send us to the front! You needed me to do all the work around here!”
#short story#older work#ive gotten better since this honest#scifi#starfighter#space battle#transhumanism
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some of my old works in the AOT fandom
commander erwin birthday: finished on (10/14/2021)
Beurteilung: finished on (10/30/2021) 👻👻
maid levi , Wings of freedom: two versions finished on (11/5/2021)
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#floral photography#roses#photography#nature photography#massachusetts photographers#photographers on tumblr#floral#flower photography#older photography#older work#pink flowers#pink aesthetic#pink roses#pretty#pretty flowers#my photography
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Throwback Thursday
(re-posted work)
I was pondering throwback Thursday and I thought I’d post one of my favorite Daredevil fics. It’s a crossover set after DD S2 and Captain America: Civil War featuring Matt Murdock and Steve Rogers friendship.
I’m always thrilled that this story still gets kudos on a pretty regular bases. In fact, it’s one of my favs. I loved writing this fic. :)
Shadowboxing
Fandom: Daredevil (TV), Captain America (Movies),
Characters: Steve Rogers, Matt Murdock
Additional Tags: Drama, Character Study, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Legal Discussions, Boxing, Blind Character
Summary: It doesn’t matter how many times you fall – what matters most is how many times you get back up. Steve Rogers knew this lesson far too well and it was one Matt Murdock had endured all his life. With both men at their lowest, could a chance friendship bring each of them to their feet again?
Snippet:
Releasing a long breath, Steve let out a small whistle. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re always pretty angry. You attack that heavy bag like you’re trying to avenge the world.”
“Nice change of subject,” Matt replied still sounding defensive.
“Not really. We say things in the heat of the moment; usually it’s the most unfiltered type of honesty from our brain. It might be raw and embellished but it’s there.” The more Steve contemplated the sparring match, the angrier he became at the possible ramifications. “You got into the ring with me knowing I was a highly-trained, enhanced solider. I’ve taken on everything from mutant squid to giant alien armies. I could have seriously injured you.”
“You didn’t though.”
It was a weak response and Steve couldn’t believe it came out of the same person who’d just mounted such a strong case a few minutes earlier. “Because I held back, I pulled my punches and that made you even more furious. You told me to stop taking it easy on you. You tried egging me on, knowing if for one second I slipped up; I could have really hurt you.”
“Or maybe I just wanted a real challenge.”
“I may not be blind Matt, but there’s a difference between wanting an opponent to treat you as an equal in the ring and knowingly stepping into a fight you hope you’ll lose.” Steve felt a pang in his gut as he remembered how ferocious Matt had fought and his unwillingness to back down. “Is that the reason why you’re always sporting bruises? Are you so angry that you’re doing things to hurt yourself?”
Staring at the floor, Matt shook his head, lips pursed. “You’re making a lot of assumptions, none of which are true.”
“Then enlighten me. You’ve known my identity for a couple of months; what else have you been hiding?” Steve had seen Matt in the ring, what he was capable of when backed into a corner. He didn’t want to create new barriers. “Look, I’m sorry if it feels like I’m pushing you. All I want to do is help. Please, let me.”
Matt’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed hard, his mouth opened and closed twice before words formed, harsh and full of grit. “There are people who need far more help than me. Hell’s Kitchen might not be under attack by monsters or robots, but that doesn’t mean her people aren’t fighting against threats of poverty and crime that destroy families.”
He sucked in a ragged breath, the ache in his voice cutting Steve to the core. “They’re crying for help every day and sometimes…sometimes it’s…it’s deafening.”
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I can’t believe this story is eight years old!!!
Tagging @jacksadventuresinwriting, @finduilasclln, @mellaithwen @homerforsure, @paranoidbean and anyone else who wants to get nostalgic :)
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work from early this year + 2 post-it sketches from before the move north of my sona.
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W.A.R. - XV
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I'm so fucking disgusting / The crumbling
clots of my sanity are falling onto the floor / I
can't sleep / I can't eat anymore / My brain is
maniacal / Analysis on Adderall / We did a trust
fall / I broke like shattering glass / You were once
as sweet as buttercream icing melting inside of
my mouth / I was always too much for you / Until
I cut myself down / Until I became the person that
you see as worthy now / But how many times did
I almost die? / How many nights did I climb the
walls / Pace the floors / Misplace my mind?
#older work#spilled ink#spilled poetry#poets on tumblr#original poetry#poets and writers#writers on tumblr#poet#my writing#new poets society#poets corner#my poetry#poetry#breakup#relationship#lyrical#contemporary poem#experimental poem#stream of consciousness
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Don't have time to finish anything today so here's one of my older paintings
More stylised than what I'm doing now, hope y'all enjoy
#watercolour#watercolour illustration#watercolourpainting#animals#art#wolf#illustration#painting#older work
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older work i still like
gift for my wife of our oc's smoochin.
pink hairs is hers, grey hairs is mine.
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