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nottapossum · 4 months

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Itty bitty sinners part 1.3

LEGO HOUSE!

Tw: Implied r*pe and abuse, little in distress, implied abusive relationship, implied child abuse, being called a failure, crying, keeping secrets, hiding ones little headspace, lmk if I should add.

I'm gonna pick up the pieces And build a Lego house When things go wrong we can knock it down My three words have two meanings There's one thing on my mind, it's all for you And it's dark in a cold December But I've got ya to keep me warm And if you're broken I'll mend ya And I keep you sheltered from the storm That's raging on now.' Lego house ~Ed Sheeran.

~~~Sir Pentious and Charlie:~~~

“Okay, Pentious. I feel like the best way to get you to heal is if we start encouraging your regressed self to come out so we can heal that inner child!” Charlie announces.

“How are we supposed to do that?” Pentious asks. “I've never even refresssed before.”

“It's regressed, actually.” Charlie corrects. “And there are many ways to start! Today I think we should take it easy.” She explains. “Do something fun to relax you.”

“Okay? I suppose.” Pentious says. He does trust Charlie, he figures if she wanted to kill him, she already would have, so he has nothing to lose, right?

Charlie and Pentious are in her office for the hotel's very first regression session.

Charlie is no therapist or an expert on regression and healing- but, hey! How hard could it be?

Charlie offers her hand to Pentious, and he takes it.

She walks him over to the small couch and coffee table in the room.

“I got you a gift.” Charlie says, holding up a present wrapped in yellow and blue wrapping paper.

“A gift? For me?!” Pentious asks, his pupils expanded. But he stops himself from taking it. “Wait a minute- how do I know this isn't an explosive of some kind?” He asks.

“It's not.” Charlie says.

“That's exactly what someone who has an explosive would say!” He says. “You can't fool me, miss missy!” He hissed.

Charlie rolls her eyes. “Okay, I'll open it to prove there's nothing to be afraid of.”

“No! I want to open it!” Pentious says, taking the gift and unwrapping it.

“You sure you're not little now?” Charlie mumbles.

“What is this?” Pentious asks.

Under the paper, there was a box with a building of some sort on it, and when he shook it, it made a rattling noise.

“This is a lego set!” Charlie says. “I figured since you love to build, this would be the perfect toy for you.” She says. Charlie takes the box and opens it, pouring its contents onto the table.

“Well, now you've gone and broke my new box.” Pen complains.

“No no no, it's supposed to be opened.” Charlie says. “We follow this instruction manual to put the house together.”

Pentious looked at the colorful blocks with intrigue. “And this will help me ‘regress’ as you say?” He asks, adding quotation marks around the word ‘regress’.

“Can't hurt to try.” Charlie says. “Now, If you'd like, I can help you, but if you would rather do it yourself, that's okay too.”

“I…” Pentious thought about it for a moment but then smiled at Charlie. “I'd like to do it together.”

“Great! Let's start with bag one!” Charlie says.

Pentious agrees. He's actually feeling a lot calmer, more willing to try this.

He knows about building, there's no pressure in it, and at least he's not alone.

Charlie grabs the little booklet and they take turns following each page exactly.

Charlie started with the base, then told Pentious to do the next page.

“You're a natural at this, Pen. Are you sure you've never played with Legos before?”

“It's not rocket science.” He says as he places the blocks as the picture shows. “I'm used to working with heavier machinery than this.”

“Right, but still. You're doing a great job.” She says.

He was a little confused by the compliment, he didn't accomplish anything new, it was just a toy, right? It wasn't going to be used for anything practical.

But the compliments didn't stop there, every time he did something new, she told him he was doing a good job.

Having Charlie there to compliment everything he was doing… it was so different from what he was used to…

“Charlie?” He asks.

“Yeah?”

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?” She asks.

“Compliment me.” He explains. “It's nice- but they're only blocks. Right?”

“Right, but you are doing a good job.” She says. “It doesn't matter how big or small it is. It's nice to be noticed when you do something well. Right?”

Pentious looked down at the blocks again…

Suddenly he can recall being a kid.

He was always interested to see how things worked.

He was always interested in building, creating something magnificent!

He worked so hard, all the time.

Trying to be something! To change the world for the better…

‘You will never get anywhere with these lousy contraptions.’

‘You are a disgrace.’

‘He won't amount to much.’

‘So much wasted potential.’

And it never changed, the older he got, the degradation got worse.

Then, the worse he got.

‘You are a fucking loser.’

‘This is exactly why no one loves you.’

‘You must be really bad at this.’

Pentious's breathing tighten.

“Pen? Are you okay?” Charlie asks.

Pentious set his arms on the coffee table and set his chin atop of them. “You don't have to be nice to me.” He says. “I know you only do it because you have to.”

“I do it because I mean it.” Charlie says. “No one here has made as much progress as you have, Pen.” She says.

“There wasn't much to work with.” He mumbles.

Charlie rests a hand on his shoulder. “Pen, you are a lot…” She says.

Pentious raises an eyebrow.

“In a good way!” Charlie says loudly. “I just- you have so much good about you! I can see it. And in any case…you deserve kindness.”

“How?” He asks.

Charlie frowns. “Everyone deserves kindness, at least in the beginning. I'm sorry no one showed you that when you needed it.”

Pentious looked away from her again, not exactly sure how to respond…or process that.

Was kindness something he was supposed to be familiar with all along?

If kindness was something most kids understood…

Why wasn't he worthy of it before?

“Pentious?” Charlie asks. “Are you okay?”

“I'm fine.” He says, wiping away some tears. “Don't worry about me.”

Charlie takes his hand. “Hey…”

Pentious turned to look at her.

“It's going to be okay, kiddo. Whoever hurt you before, they can't hurt you now.” She promised.

Pentious nods, trying to calm down. Why was he crying?! He shouldn’t be!

“Do you need a hug?” Charlie asks.

Pentious shakes his head. “No, I'm alright. I was just taken by surprise.” He explains.

Charlie nods. “It's okay, this is a safe place, no one here is going to judge you, especially not for showing emotion. It's a good thing, a healthy thing.”

“Are you sure about that?” Pentious asks.

“Absolutely.” Charlie says. “You're doing a great job; I am so proud of you.”

Pentious smiles despite the tears. “T-thank you, Charlie.”

~~~Vox and Velvette:~~~

Vox had only begun working when he got the call from Velvette.

“What's up, Vel?” He answered.

He hears soft crying on the other end of the call.

Oh shit. Not good.

“Vel?... Velbelle?” He asks. “What's going on? Are you okay? What happened?”

“Mmm.” She whines. “I-I tried to stay big, Vox.” she says, wiping some tears away. “I really did.”

“Hey, it's okay, Vel. It happens. Do you want me to take care of you?” He asks.

She nods. “Yeah.”

“Alright, I'll be right there, Princess. Hang on.” He says, hanging up on her.

Vox assigned jobs to his…employees then headed over to Velvette's room.

“Vel?” He asks, knocking on the door.

Velvette opened the door fast and hugged Vox tightly. “I'm sorry.” She cries, hugging him close.

“Hey, it's okay.” Vox says. “Did you call Val?” He asks.

Velvette nods. “After I called you, but he didn't answer.” She says.

Vox nods. “Alright.” He picks her up and sits down on the couch with her in his arms.

“It’s alright, baby. I'm here.” he says, patting her back gently. “Do you want to talk about what happened?” He asks.

Velvette shakes her head, then buries her face on his shoulder.

“Alright, Princess.” Vox pets her head gently. “You don't have to.”

Vel starts to relax against Vox, finally feeling calmer after the rough day she's had.

“Do you want anything, sweetie?” Vox asks.

Velvette doesn't want Vox to move, but she wants her doll.

Ugh! There's no predicament worse than this predicament!

She whines again, not wanting to say it- because Vox will move, and she can't have that right now!

Vox can tell Velvette is getting a little fussy, so he decides to put something on to calm her down.

The TV turns on and Sofia the first starts to play.

Vox texts Val to give him updates on Velvette, he's hoping he might take over sometime mid-day so he can get some work done.

But he got no response.

Velvette eventually gets up and grabs her dolls after the first few episodes of Sofia play.

“V?” Velvette asks.

“Yeah, Vel?” Vox asks.

“Play wif me?” She asks, handing him one of her dolls.

Vox smiles and takes the doll. “Anything for you, princess.”

He may have had a lot to do today, but Vox honestly didn't mind playing with her. He needs to practice hairstyling anyway.

And hey, if it brings a genuine smile to her face, it's worth missing a day of work.

~~~Charlie and Sir Pentious:~~~

Pentious finished the lego set. It was a decent sized set but it felt as if it took them no time at all.

“Great job, Pen! High-Five!” Charlie shouts

Pentious tilted her head. “High...what?”

“High-five! It's like clapping but with friends.” Charlie explains. “To congratulate you for a job well done.”

“Oh! Okay.” Pentious says.”How does it work?”

“You hold up your hand, and I will hit it with my hand and it'll make a clapping sound.”

“Oh, alright, I will give this high-fiving a try.” He says, pen held up a hand and Charlie high-fived him.

Pentious smiles. “That was…cool!” Pentious says. “Could I give you one?” He asks.

Charlie chuckles. “Sure thing.” She held up her hand and Pentious high-fived her back.

Pentious smiles, that was actually pretty fun.

“Pen, before we end this session, is it okay if I ask you some questions?” Charlie asks.

“Are they going to be as difficult as the questions on the test?”

“No, I'm just curious about how you felt today went.” She explains.

“Oh, well. I liked it…I had a nice time.” He says.

“Did it make you feel any younger?” Charlie asks next.

Pentious shrugs, he was reminded of his childhood a lot- but he still felt like the same person as always. Just- vulnerable-er.

“It's okay, we can try again tomorrow if you want.” Charlie suggests. “Even if you don't regress, it's a good stress reliever.”

“I think I would like that.” He agrees.

Today was fun! Even if it's a bit confusing…

But, either way he enjoyed spending time with Charlie and receiving complaints for his efforts.

Maybe this regression thing could actually help him.

~~~Vox, hours later:~~~

Vox has been with Velvette all day.

Not once did Val answer his texts or calls-

He's been spending all day today and yesterday with Angel Dust!

Something about ‘making him pay for leaving.’

But, it didn't fucking matter! They had a child to take care of, there are priorities!

Vox calls Val again, and this time he doesn't stop until Val answers.

“What?” Valentino answers harshly.

Oh, so he can answer the phone. How nice.

“Val, where are you? I've been trying to reach you all day!” Vox complains.

“I am with Angel Dust.” He purrs. “Why? Are you jealous, baby?” ~

“Val, why don't you leave Angel alone for now and meet me in Velvette's room?” Vox asks.

“Why would I do that?” Vox asks, very obviously smiling at something behind the phone. Probably Angel.

“Because we have a little…princess who needs our… special attention.”

Valentino is quiet for a moment. “What?”

Vox rubs his head. “For fucks sake.” He mumbles. “Velvette is regressed! And I could use some help.” Vox whispers harshly.

“Okay Okay, for Satan's sake, you don't need to shout.” Val says.

“Look, I have a lot of work to do, and-”

“Oh! And I don't?!” Val asks.

“Fucking with Angel is not work; besides you have been filming nonstop for two days. I think you’re due a break anyway. I have work that I haven't been able to accomplish because I've been taking care of Velvette while you ignored all her calls.”

“You can work from anywhere.” Val points out.

“Just-” Vox grips the phone tightly.

There's nothing the moth loved more than to get on his nerves.

“I'm not playing games, Val! Get. Over. Here!” Vox says.

“Fine, whatever.” Valentino hangs up.

Thank fuck!

Vox turns back to Velvette who was asleep in his arms.

“You're lucky you're so cute.” He says, petting her hair. “You know that?”

Velvette wrapped her arms around his neck.

Yeah, she knows.

~~~Valentino and Vox:~~~

Valentino hung up the phone, looking over at Angel who was absolutely exhausted.

Good, he should know who he belongs to.

“Looks like we'll have to cut today short.” He says. “But I want you all back here bright and early tomorrow!” He shouts.

The crew started to pack up their things.

Angel sighs in relief, seeming really happy to finally go home.

“Did you get that, Angel?” Valentino asks.

“Yes, Val.” Angel says, turning away from him.

“Good.” Val says, then walks out to meet the other V's.

~~~~

“Thank fuck, where have you been?” Vox asks as Valentino finally walks into the room.

“Had some things to take care of.” Val says. “What's her deal today?”

“I don't know, she didn't want to tell me.” Vox says.

“Aw, poor baby girl.” He says. “Did you have a rough day?” He asks the sleeping girl.

Vox hands Velvette over to Val. “Take this.”

“The fuck?” Val asks, still taking her though.

Vox sighs. “I told you I had important work. Plus, I've been with her all day. So guess what? Tag, you're it.” He says smiling before exiting the room to leave them.

Val rolls his eyes, but then smiles at Velvette. “You are lucky you're so cute, babydoll.” Valentino says to her.

~~~Alastor:~~~

Things were relatively quiet at the hotel, probably due to Charlie trying to fix everyone with her stupid test.

In what way does knowing someone acts like a child from time to time help them with redemption?

Why, Alastor has known many regressors who are also horrible fucking people- take him for example.

Being a regressor did not stop him from brutally murdering and eating the corpse of his very own-

“Alastor! I caught six bugs today! I stabbed them to death and drank their blood!” Niffty rambles as she jumps on Alastor's head, interrupting his thoughts.

“Hello, Niffty.” Alastor says. “How are you on this fine day?”

“Great! The flying goats flew away from me when I tried to give them a haircut today!”

“That's nice, dear.” Alastor says.

“Hey, Alastor, guess what?! Charlie said I'm not a pet anymore! Isn't that nuts!?” She asks, laughing. “I told her that was ridiculous! Ooo! And I saw a bug near Florence the stain! And I cleaned the hotel six times! Hehehe, It must be cleaaaaaan!!!” She giggles evilly.

Alastor exhales, and removes the young woman off his head. “Niffty, dear?”

“Yes?”

“Go play in your maze for a bit.” He says. “You need to wear yourself out so you'll actually sleep tonight.” He says. “We don't need you running around here after dark.”

“Okay!” Niffty squeaks and runs to her room.

Alastor chuckles, oh how he adores Niffty’s energy and enthusiasm.

What was he thinking about? Oh yes, Charlie's regular delusions.

Oh, when will she ever learn?

~~~Charlie:~~~

“Vaggie Vaggie Vaggie!!!” Charlie runs full speed towards her girlfriend. She grabs her hand and swings her around.

“Woah- what happened?” Vaggie asks once they stopped spinning.

“Today's session with Pentious was amazing! I feel like I can really make a difference and help them all heal!” Charlie says excitedly.

“And by them all, you mean Angel and Pentious, right?” Vaggie asks.

“I mean all of them!” She says. “I mean Angel and Pentious, Niffty and Husk, and Alastor!”

“Charlie…” Vaggie rests her hands on her girlfriend's shoulders. “Remember that conversation about taking things too far and buying the whole little store? We're there.” Vaggie says. “You can't force someone to heal if they don't want to.”

“I know that!” Charlie says. “I'll just lightly suggest it a few times, and eventually when they want to heal, I'll be here!” She says.

“Charlie, I know you want to help them but remember when we talked about boundaries.” She reminds.

“Don't worry, Vaggie. I won't do anything too extreme; I promise.” She says. “Ooo! What if we built a whole nursery for everyone!?”

She hears the front door of the hotel opening, and Charlie grips Vaggie's hands excitedly. “I'll bet that's Angel! I'm going to tell him the awesome news!”

“Charlie, wait-” Vaggie tries to stop her, but it's too late.

~~~Angel:~~~

Angel walked back into the hotel, exhausted and overwhelmed.

How can someone be so fucking cruel?

‘How could you be so cruel, I was just trying to help you!’

Angel shivers at the memory.

He has to stop going back there…

“Oh, Angel!” Someone touches his shoulder, causing him to flinch and jump back violently. “Ah!-”

“Oh, sorry.” Charlie says. “You okay?”

“What do you want, Charlie?” Angel sighs in both annoyance and relief.

“Where have you been? It's been two days.” Charlie says.

Angel crosses his arms “Uhm work. Where else would I be?” He asks.

“Oh right. Well, after everyone took the test, we've been working on improving the hotel by helping everyone's individual needs, and it's been going great!” She says.

“Cool.” Angel says as apathetic as possible in hopes she'll actually get the message that he's not interested in talking to her right now.

He starts to move again when Charlie grabs his arm. “What?” He asks, annoyed.

“We were hoping you might take the test too.” Charlie says.

“I'm good.” He says, continuing to walk upstairs to his room.

“Oh…okay.” Charlie says. “Well, I'm here if you change your mind!” She shouts so he can hear her.

Angel shuts and locks the door and exhales sharply.

He's okay, he's here, he's at the hotel now, he's fine!

He takes a second to calm down as tears pour down his face.

What a lousy fucking week.

He hated Val more than he ever thought possible!

He kneels onto the floor next to his bed and removes the floorboards under it.

He pulls out his special box he had stashed away.

Angel grabs the key (which was hidden inside his pillowcase.) And unlocks the box. He grabs his small baby blanket he had hidden inside it.

He keeps digging through the box for his pacifier, but it's not there.

He looks around the room, it has to be here! Where is it?

Then he felt a small scratch on his leg.

He looks down and sees Fat Nuggets, holding the pacifier by the handle in his mouth.

Angel takes it from him. “Thanks, Nuggs.” He pets the little pig then holds him close.

He puts his binkie in his mouth and crawls onto the bed, holding Nuggets and the blanket close to him.

He’s okay…

He’s safe now.

Val can’t hurt him…

Not here…

No one can.

Yeah.

Angel's tears fall faster as he sinks his face into his pillow.

He wished he could believe that…

He pulls out his phone real quick and puts on an episode of Peppa Pig.

He finds himself suddenly smiling.

And he can finally relax.

'I'm out of touch, I'm out of love I'll pick you up when you're getting down And out of all these things I've done I think I love you better now.' ~Ed Sheeran, Lego house.

Notes: I know it's not super interesting yet, but it'll get there, I promise.

@todayimfour

#ittybittysinners #little!Angeldust #little!Agel dust #little!Angel #little!Pentious #little sir pentious #helluverse age regression #hazbin hotel agere #hazbin hotel age regression

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respectthepetty · 5 months

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Hi @respectthepetty, what were your top 5 colour moments in bl/ql this year?

Thank you.

@blogiamgoingmad, this is a tough one because I love all the colors I get regardless of how they come to me. In fact, I love color so much, I've written about the best visual narratives in two other posts:

Top 5 - Color-Coded Storytelling in BLs

Reading the (Visual) Rainbow Awards

So for this ask, I made sure to not pick the same moments listed in the other two posts, and this list includes unfinished shows as long as the "color moment" happened in 2023.

Top Five Color Moments of 2023

Honorable Mention: 7 Days Before Valentine - Dark Descent

Since the show isn't finished, and I know Q is going to be completely black before the end, I'm greatly enjoying seeing him get darker and darker each episode as he erases another person from existence at Sun's request.

Even though the lighting still shines brighter on him than Sun, I don't think that is going to last much longer, especially because I think Sun is going to ask Q to erase him which will cause Q to be the darkest he has been. I'm smiling too much at the mere thought of this to be sane, but this is a great visual narrative that I want to see more shows use consistently.

#5 - GAP - Tickled Pink

I love color exchanges (where a character wears the other character's color to show they are in love), but Sam, a Black Brooder, took her sweet ass time wearing Mon's pink in GAP. I was Kirby holding a knife outside her house all season waiting for Sam to prove that she loved Mon by simply wearing Mon's pink.

The last episode was upon us, and I needed to know if Sam was finally going to commit to Mon's pink; then, Idol Factory announced the finale would not be released on streaming platforms until after a paid screening. I was mad, but I'm a pirate by blood, so I watched an unsubbed version, saw Sam wearing pink as her WEDDING DRESS, and forgive Idol Factory for its season of color frustration because if the wedding didn't tell us Sam was committed to her Pink Person, the pink wedding dress sure the hell did.

#4 - Bed Friend - The Blue Light

Uea was great at communicating boundaries with King in Bed Friend, and King was even better abiding by them. So in the second episode, after taking Uea to go get tested after they had sex, King asked Uea to try a bed friends situation out, to which Uea said okay, but then avoided King. Blue Boy King (actually bi-colored) drove Red Rascal Uea home and put him on the spot asking Uea to make a decision as they waited at the red light with the countdown flashing: If Uea said "yes," they would go to King's condo, and if Uea said nothing, he would take Uea straight home. Then, Uea GAVE HIM THE GREEN BLUE LIGHT.

This light was blue instead of green which leaned into the color coding, but it was perfectly timed with Uea opening himself up to the possibility of something more with King. The light changing was a symbolic moment, and it was beautiful.

#3 - Last Twilight - Pink Milk

This series isn't finished, but I hope it continues to give me Mork in pink shirts because pink = 💗love💗, and this is the perfect homage to a BL tradition. Pink milk is a BL staple, but wasn't used that much in 2023. Only Friends referenced it, but Last Twilight purchased real estate in BL Land with its ode to it. Day and Mork had a nice day out together where Day purchased that bright ass pink shirt for Mork after Mork claimed it was too pink like Pink Milk for him to ever wear. Then, after losing each other on a busy street, Mork put on the bright pink shirt so Day could see him and hasn't stopped wearing pink since.

Mork fell first. He fell harder. And we don't need pink milk to know he is a member of the rainbow community. He has pink shirts to let us and Day see him for who he is - a man in love with another man.

#2 - Moonlight Chicken - Alan's Glow Up

Alan was in his feelings for most of his part in Moonlight Chicken. He was still in love with Wen and trying to make it work living with him, but Wen was done done. He was upset that Wen was seeing someone else. He broke a limb being drunk over Wen! He was sad, cold, and alone. Then, he spoke to Jim at the funeral after speaking with Kaipa, and he seemed to brighten up a bit.

Alan's color continued to brighten and become warmer as the series came to a close due to a combination of realizing Wen had really moved on, and that he, too, could do the same.

I won't give his newfound "friendship' with Kaipa all the credit because I truly think being friends with his ex and friendly with his ex's new boyfriend is what really warmed Alan up. Knowing he had a community, which was a theme in the series, was the support Alan needed to glow up.

#1 - The Eighth Sense - Monochrome Metro

This moment actually belongs to @how-to-be-a-tree who brought it to my attention, but Jae Won was color coded black and dark while Ji Hyun was a colorful and light person. When they went on their not-date-date, as they sat opposite of each other on the metro, their sides of the empty metro car reflected their respective color coding.

A few people in the reblogs and tags pointed out it was the BL version of the above meme, but it truly was a moment of pure awe that the show went as far as to color edit the seats to reinforce the story being told. Jae Won wasn't magically a lighter person simply being around Ji Hyun. He was still dark, and it wouldn't be until the end of the series that Jae Won actually became a bit lighter because HE was finally ready for change, which speaks volumes about depression and mental health.

Bonus: Jeff Satur x SHAUN's "Steal the Show"

Because it was gay (canon to me), color coded, and beautiful!

#Top Five Color Moments of 2023 #the colors mean things #color coded people in love #the color exchange #I'm still a bit mad at Sam though #a whole season my girl

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envious-dior · 11 months

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﹙ 𝗺. ﹚ — do you enjoy loving me?

tags : female!reader, afab!reader, she/her pronouns when addressing reader, peeling oranges, miguel being soft with his wife, fluff with no happy ending, implied character character death, no smut just sad miggy migs

“you peel oranges horribly.”

the sun had painted the sky—the summer blues being over shined by the hues of tangerine and gold. he was sitting in a chair in their shared dining room, legs slightly spread, as he clawed through oranges. the sweet tangy scent of citrus wafts through the air, their fresh amber tears splashing onto his brown forearms—a scowl immediately decorating his face. “i peel them just fine,” he mumbles, practically throwing the peels onto their rounded table.

your shoulders gently shake, eyes gently closing as wrinkles appear near the edge of them. you are sitting on the table itself, sitting far too close to the vase of flowers—flowers that you pick from the garden you spent hours perfecting. they are not the brightest thing in the room, despite the vivid vermilions and violets that gently caress one another—you had decorated their home personally, and you had always enjoyed colors.

you press your thumbnail into the fruits supple skin, it’s slightly rough texture tickling the tips of your fingers—your lips gently curve into a delicate smile as the skin finally gives in. the fragrance that already took control of the air had intensified, and his sensitivity gently twitched because of it. his eyes are also narrow, noting the perfect circles of orange skin that you peel, and the fact that no sunburst juice taints your own naked forearms. “alright, wise guy,” you whisper—eyes fluttering close as your dimples become more evident as your smile continues to stretch. “whatever you say.”

“i peel them great.” he stares at the orange that is in his palm, odd indentations around it, the white inner skin still clinging onto the citrus fruit—seeds gently sticking out. so, when you offer a slice of your—perfectly peeled—orange, he doesn’t reject it, only taking it with a huff and a slight scowl.

you don’t say anything about it, though your quiet giggles that gently erupt from your throat say enough. you were quiet for a few seconds—you were never quiet—so, miguel looked up, his eyes strained on your delicate form perched upon your wooden dining table. “do you remember?—” your voice is soft, full of warmth as your eyes gently turns towards him. “—when we were younger, we would play a game with the peels.”

he does. he does remember—the two of you, youthful skin still intact, would sit in your porch with a bowel of your mothers stolen orange between the two of you. the power of nature overpowered the sweet citrus scent—in those memories, all he can remember is the scent of grass and the sound of your shared innocent laughter.

they would try to make characters, animals—practically anything out of the peels. they always failed. he couldn’t help the smile that managed to crawl its way onto his lips. “we were terrible.”

“you were terrible.” you corrected, which was a lie. “i was great.”

“yea right.” he scoffed, leaning forward and planting a kiss on your knee. your hand, sticky with the juice of the orange, gently ran through the dark chocolate strands of his hair. “mi vida—i just washed—”

“i’ll wash it for you.” you said, cutting him—gently lowering your upper body and placing a delicate kiss on his head. “te amo.” you whisper softly.

“te amo también,” he whispers back.

“te amo más que a nadie en este mundo.” it’s so casual—the way you say it. he doesn’t think that you understand the weight of the words that you had uttered.

“you don’t mean that.” he replies swiftly, sitting up. his eyes are sharp, his mouth gently curling downwards in a familiar motion as his hands lie atop of the table.

you don’t laugh, only tilting your head to the side, a frown of your own taking place on your face. it was out of place—you were different from him, always laughing, always giggling, always happy. it looked wrong to see you frowning. “i do,” your voice is still soft—your brows are furrowed, as if you don’t understand. “i do mean that.”

“that you love me more than anyone else in the world?”

your lips curl up into a smile. “yes.” you breath. “i—i enjoy loving you, i love loving—” your smile stretches even wider at your words. “—you. i think—i think it’s the best thing ive ever done.”

he was silent for a few moments, tilting his head away from you as he found the table more interesting. he follows the natural swirling of the wood, of the various colors of brown that gently melt into one another. “i find it scary,” he says after a moment of silence—feeling his breath get stuck in between his lungs, his palms having a thin sheet of sweat lay over them. “loving you.”

he can feel your eyes bearing straight at him. “why?”

he licks his lips, feeling his tongue dry. still, he urged it to curl—he urged it to get the words out. “because loving you means losing you.”

“loving me means having me—” you corrected, but you were wrong, leaning forward and gently placing one of your hands on his shoulders. your eyes were wide, watery and ready to spill, as your lips quiver. you were always easy to cry.

“no.” he shakes his head. “it means losing you—it—it means one day, im going to have to live with the fact that im going to live more by myself than i am going to live with you.” he wants to do laundry with you, wants to wash the dishes and bump hips, wants to fold the clothes and make his side of the bed, and stare at your sleeping form as you hug the pillow—pretending it’s him. he wants that—he needs that—he can’t have that.

your teeth gently sink into your bottom lip, as your hands fall into your lap. “you don’t enjoy loving me?” your voice cracks near the middle of your words, lips quivering.

“i do,” he reassures, standing up—ignoring the way the chair screeches against their flooring—gently placing his hands by your hips, staring down at you as you stared up at him. “i—i—i do, i do enjoy loving you. it is—it’s the best thing i have ever done.” he echoes your words. he leans forward, gently connecting your foreheads. your sticky fingers gently caress the sides of his face. “i—you are everything to me.”

“you’re everything to me, too.” you nuzzle your face closer to his, if even possible, eyes fluttering close. he could count the amount of eyelashes you have.

he licks his lips again, his hands traveling up your sides—cupping your cheeks just as you did his. “but i—but i think it’s going to eat me.” he whispers, terrified. “i think the love i have for you is going to eat me alive.”

“but that’s what love is, isn’t it?” you always manage to leave him speechless. “it’s this—it’s this thing that devours us—it—it’s taking control.” you couldn’t help giggle, fingers gently digging into his skin as your head gently tilted back—eyes fluttering open, even as tears watered your cheeks. “it’s kind of like a parasite, ain’t it? love?”

he breathes. “yea,” he says. “it kind of is, isn’t it…”

you pull back completely, your hands hovering over it before gently taking them off of your face—interlocking your fingers together. the mere size difference between the two of you is simply astounding. “i enjoy loving you,” you repeat your earlier words. “i will always enjoy loving you—the love i have for you, it is going to eat me whole.” you stare into his eyes. “i am going to let it.”

he does not envy others who find love. he does not envy the shared laughter, the shared memories—of curling up on the corners of the couch, of fingers finding and longing for one another, of the shared secrets, of everything. he doesn’t—because he knows what love does.

it will leave you utterly happy and utterly heartbroken.

he is sitting at the dining room table, and the chair beside him is empty, the flowers in the vase are dying—your garden is dying. despite the fact that you tried so hard to make the house seem alive, the once bright colors seem muted. the throw pillows on the couch, that fluffy creamy blanket, is no longer used. dust collects in your bedroom. he sleeps in his office instead.

he stares at the wooden table—his finger gently tracing the natural swirling of the wood, eyes blurring. the various browns melt into one another. he misses your sweet laughter, he misses your honeyed melody of a voice. he misses you—all of you—you.

because he is going to spend more years alone—than he did spending the years by your side.

#⠀⠀⠀ —⠀⠀❛⠀ my writing ! ⠀❜⠀⠀ᥫ᭡⠀⠀ˎˊ #miguel x you #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara x reader #miggy miggy miggy can’t you see #how your ways just hypnotize me !!#love making my big man cry <3 #miguel o’hara x you #miguel x y/n #miguel o'hara x fem!reader

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Destiny enemies and enemy models that I really really liked and could've been used more:

Marauder Ultras:

They're fun to fight! They're fast, can use stealth, can use shock blades, and don't have to Boss StompTM. I would've loved to see these guys decked in white, cream, blue, and black if they were on Europa. You don't have to give em Stasis but a different boss than just Large and slow Captain is a nice change of pace.

House Salvation elites (Enforcers, Disciples, and Assisstants)

>Makes 3 custom enemy types that use Darkness powers for the first time, all with unique models and animations

>barely uses them

>they disappear for 2 years

They didn't come back til Seraph! SERAPH. Come on man. These fuckers should've been everywhere throughout BL. I also think their lack of appearance also contributed to the lack of urgency of the "our enemies have darkness now" threat. I mean, we fought like 8 or 9 named "Salvation Elites" but most were just standard Ultra Captains. If they were Elites, they could've just been these guys.

Side note: Out of the new factions of Lucent Hive, Shadow Legion, and House Salvation. Salvation didn't get an "invasion" season to go with their expansion. Robbed. Truly. They made a Military-Industrial Complex and barely set foot anywhere else besides Europa. I also think this was a factor that didnt create any kind of urgency during BL.

Berserkers

Need I say more? Look at this swagged out motherfucker. If House Salvation really subsumed multiple houses under its banner, Kells Scourge included, should've thrown a couple of these bozos out there. Alter the shield mechanic to be more easily disabled by a solo player. Could even make their armor jet black. Given they have stealth itd be a nice visual contrast when they reveal themselves. I didn't play Scourge of the Past too much, but I did enjoy these guys when I did.

(Can you tell I'm biased at this point?)

Psion Flayers

Easy miniboss material. They dont have to be Ultra sized, maybe just slightly bigger than standard Psions. Could even give them a supporting role on the battlefield. Empowering Cabal around them with their enhanced telekinetics, those enhancements varying by elemental type and tying back to our Light 3.0 abilities. (Sun Flayer/Solar=heal, Abyss Flayer/Void=overshields, Storm Flayer/Arc=movement speed). Of course, their armor would have to have more visual differences and distinct silouhettes as I imagine trying to pick out which one is which based on color alone could be difficult for some. Hell, truthfully, I'd be fine if they were just the fucking Psion Sisters from Season of Dawn copy and pasted everywhere. But a supportive role would add more variety to a fight.

Rocket Centurions

Bet you forgot about these dudes, huh? They pop up in the EAZ but, you know, we've been fighting the Cabal for this long, you think more would've strapped rockets to their backs by now. While their missiles are just Colossus slow missiles (iirc), they could just be normal missiles that explode and don't slow just to keep them different. While these could be neat minibosses, if you want an Ultra one at the end of a story mission or something, they could take the Elykris (The Machinist) route of firing missiles where they go straight up in the air and red dots target the ground around you and you have to keep moving. They could've popped back in with the Shadow Legion. I think they could rock black, gold, and purple

Anyway this is mostly about House Salvation and Psion Flayers and I remembered Rocket Centurions in the middle of making this post. If I remember anything, I'll reblog it. I was gonna say something about the other races but Hive don't have a lot of variants that can be turned into minibosses and the Vex got Wyverns (seriosuly. No notes. A perfect enemy type). Obviously it's like way too late to add these to previous story missions, but if we are gonna reuse enemy types, can we reuse some of the cooler ones? Please?

#destiny 2 #eliksni #the cabal #psions

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Sasuke as a husband and a girl dad is still learning but he's proud to say that he has cracked 80% of the code. He learned it the hard way but he's getting better dealing with his girls.

At Sakura's office..

Sakura: Anata, do you want to eat something?

Sasuke: /thinks/ She's asking me if I want to eat something. That means she wants to eat right now. Yes!

Sakura: Cool! Let's leave right after my shift.

Sasuke: /thinks/ Hmm. Sarada is not home. So, that means it's a date. Do you want to eat out?

Sakura: *blushes* Really? Sure.. If you also want to..

Sasuke: /thinks/ Good. So, she really wants to eat somewhere. But where? Yeah.. Sakura, where do you want to eat?

Sakura: I'm fine with anything..

Sasuke: /thinks/ She's bluffing. She's definitely not fine with anything. She just does not want to decide. How about we go to a sushi place?

Sakura: Hmm. Yeah.. Maybe..

Sasuke: /thinks/ Maybe.. That means she's not in the mood for sushi. I have to suggest something that she doesn't want as a date place, so she'll suggest something else. How about Ichiraku's?

Sakura: *shakes her head* How about wagyu steak? Let's eat something nice tonight..

Sasuke: /thinks/ Her suggestion is the only option. Yeah, that's perfect.

Sakura: Yay! Let me give this file to Shizune.. Then in 2 hours we can go. *gets up*

Sasuke: /thinks/ There's only one thing left to do. I'll book our reservation for tonight.

Sakura: Thank you, Anata. *smiles* The directory is right beside the phone.

Sasuke: Okay. *smirks; feels accomplished*

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In the mall..

Sarada: Papa, which one is better? *shows two throw pillows, dark and light colored*

Sasuke: /thinks/ The last time we went out, she took everything that I didn't choose. So, that means we have different tastes.. Hmm. But I really like that navy blue pillow.. This one is better. *points at the light-colored one*

Sarada: Really? I like this one too, Papa! *puts the dark-colored pillow back*

Sasuke: I know..

Sarada: Let's check out the new books? *takes his hand and leads him to the book section*

Sasuke: Do you have anything in mind?

Sarada: Hmm. Yes.. But I'm not sure what to get.. *looking through the aisles*

Sasuke: /thinks/ Okay, she wants me to suggest. But definitely not a dumb or random suggestion. I must know something about the book. *looks around*

Sarada: *picks random books and reads the description*

Sasuke: /thinks/ It should be interesting and the book must not hard bound. She'll probably bring it to her missions and read it in her spare time, so it must be lightweight. Sarada, have you read the works of Akutagawa?

Sarada: Akutagawa? Not yet Papa..

Sasuke: Yeah. Akutagawa Ryunosuke. *gets the book and shows it*

Sarada: *takes it*

Sasuke: He's known for his short stories. I personally like In a Grove. That book, it's a collection of his works.

Sarada: *reads the details from the cover* In a Grove is murder mystery?

Sasuke: Yeah. You'll like it.

Sarada: Thanks Papa! Its size is good too! It will fit in my bag.

Sasuke: Yeah. *smiles*

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Sakura: Do you want to sleep early tonight, Anata?

Sasuke: /thinks/ She never sleeps early when she says that. It's either she wants a massage or she wants to make love tonight. Sure.

Sakura: Okay.. *gets up and leaves*

Sasuke: /thinks/ I have to follow of course. *gets up and follows*

Sakura: *seated on the bed; fixes something on the side table*

Sasuke: /thinks/ Should I offer to massage her? Should I get the oils? *sits beside her*

Sakura: *faces him and kisses his lips then his cheek then his ear*

Sasuke: /thinks/ Okay, now I'm sure what she wants. I'll undress her. *starts taking her dress off*

Sakura: A-Anata.. *goes on top of him and helps him undress his shirt*

Sasuke: *tries to think but can't* Sakura.. *lets his body move on its own*

#sasusaku #sasusaku headcanon #ss headcanon #uchihas #sscoded no 266

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bitwynn · 1 year

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Playlist Clips

These are just short snippets inbetween the main fics and action, like those 4komas in mangas. Although the entire Playlist series is literally just (mostly) snippets inbetween the main action of running for your life away from the "fire nation". Also, yes its not lost on me that the entire thing is VERY similar to ATLA because, while they are running for their lives, a lot of the eps are very chill lol

Blue for Barbara, Yellow/Gold for Zhongli, Green for Wanderer, red for Diluc, Italics is Reader/General, Combined is Everyone. Colors only used for singing parts.

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"No, no, no-- you don't just move your hand down, you're drawing a heart! Like-- half of one. Here, like this."

Barbara takes a step back, as you demonstrate. You hum as you dance, getting to the mentioned dance move.

"...I wanna know, know, know, know,"

"What is love!"

And with a swish of your hand, Barbara nods in understanding. "See? Just like that." After a moment of silence, she nods to herself.

"What if I do a little something like this?"

She does the move, drawing a half heart in the heart. But as she does so, hydro energy trails after her finger and actually drawing the heart in the air.

"Oh my god Barbara, that's actually perfect!"

She giggles as she waves away the energy into a mist of twinkling stars. "Its all thanks to you, really. I couldn't have become such a wonderful idol and Vision holder without you!"

"Awh, you're too sweet Barbs."

You could almost see the sweat drop form as she says these next words. "Although, I'd preferably become a better idol without the threat of death everywhere we go." "Gomen."

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You were hauled over Diluc’s shoulder, as you two were running from the Treasure Hoarders you encountered while picking fruits. Wanderer was providing cover as Diluc ran, dark slashes of wind trailing down on the enemy.

But, you really needed these Hoarders off your tail and running while Wanderer wildly blasts air at them won't really do much. Diluc knows this as well, as he tightens his grip on you and puts on his game face.

"Hold on."

And as you scramble to find a good grip, Diluc skids to a stop-- practically drifting as he turns to face them. They couldn't know what was coming for them as Diluc suddenly showers them in a rain of throwing knives. All that was left to do was for Wanderer to finish them off. With a great leap, he jumps onto a tree and starts running on errant branches to reach camp.

Diluc sighs as he hears you start to giggle in his ear. "What is it this time?"

"Na na na na na na na, naaa na na na na na na, BATMAN!"

He sighs again, a smile forming on his face. No matter how much he denies it, he can see the comparison.

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"Augh, Archons! Even babies can speak better Inazuman than you!" Wanderer was fuming as you sat with him near the fire. "The i in 'sekai' is silent, and its not pronounced like a bird caw, you imbecile!"

You wilt in your seat. "Man, I was just introducing you to a song!"

"Well, the song is in Inazuman! You think I'd just shut up here and listen to your screeching as you butcher my language?!"

Sheepish, you poke your fingers together. "Jeez, I was right to introduce you to this song..."

He raises an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

Looking away, a wry smile blooms on your face. "Because you really are the 'ichiban ohimesama'..."

"I'm going to strangle you now." "Fair."

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He finds you in the dead of night, tears rolling down your face. He sits beside you, pressing a warm, tiny cup of tea into your hands. You curl up tighter in your balled up position, leeching off as much warmth as you can from your tea.

Zhongli's shoulder presses beside yours as he takes in a breath.

"Leaves from the vine, falling so slow,"

This pries a short laugh out of you, wet and harsh. A small, sad smile graces his lips.

"Like fragile tiny shells, drifting in the foam,"

You sniffle, wiping away some of your tears. "This'll only make me feel worse y'know?"

He hums. "I've found that... the catharsis in the reminiscing of old memories is much better than stewing in your grief." Zhongli looks down into his steaming tea. "Life must go on, even if we're without them."

You take a sip of the tea he brought you. "Do you ever stop missing them?" It's chamomile.

"No."

"Will it ever stop hurting?"

"The pain will fade."

You look at him, tears having dried on your face. "Then... I guess we'll be okay."

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coiled-dragon · 1 year

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Oooohhh for the Hurt Comfort Prompt: 7 and/or 12 for Dracfield.

Hehe this was fun. Admittedly I also just like writing Renfield high,,,

"Look at me."+"Can you talk?" CW: Drugs, Mentioned/implied torture

Renfield was floating. His body felt weightless, his skull a cavern of helium as the world around him seemed to be in slow motion. Part of him ached, somewhere in that distant cloud that made up his body, but he wasn’t worried. Nothing felt like it mattered. It was quite delightful, actually. He wondered how long he had been like this and how long he could stay like this, remembering other aches and stress and anxiety being so normal that they had become his comfort, but only knowing now this sort of peace. It was nice. He could die like this and it would be okay with him.

But something didn’t want him to die.

He could feel that, too. An intruder in the otherwise perfect sanctum of his mind. A shadow moved in front of him, the world blurred by those who moved outside of Renfield. Their movement left smears across his vision, like swaths of paint attached to an invisible brush. It made him smile, the world a canvas of blending colors and paintbrush strokes of people.

“Renfield!” One blurry shadow had taken over the rest of the colors, someone coming close but the details of their face impossible to make out. It was an angry shadow, a noise of frustration at his apparent lack of response. Renfield frowned at it.

He turned his head away from the shadow; the world behind it was so much more red, splatters and smears across beige. It was pretty, so he smiled.

“Look at me,” the shadow snapped, cold fingers capturing his cheek and pulling him back to stare at the darkness. The dark had red, too, and gold, and silver, all attached to the pale grey hand so close to his eyes.

Dracula sighed at the despondent Renfield, the man's eyes blown so wide the only color in them were slivers of sky blue making a halo around the black of his pupil. It seemed the church was getting more creative with its attempts at interrogation, picking up on the current fad of drugging and torturing for information. His fangs grit together in frustration at the fact Renfield had been caught by them at all.

He expected better from his servant.

But he wouldn’t exact punishment now, not when his familiar was too drugged to feel it. Besides, the sheet of blood that covered half his face and blossoms of red that bloomed across his white undershirt meant he would need to recover from all of this first.

No point in beating a dead horse. Or dead familiar.

“Can you talk?” Dracula snapped, dropping his chin and watching Renfield’s head bob down without the support.

“Ruining my painting,” he slurred, his own voice sounding like the visual of melting colors that dazzled him. The features of the shadow were growing sharper, clearer. “Master?”

The vampire sighed.

“Didn’t tell them anything,” Renfield said slowly, his brows coming together in a comical look of fear as though everything had finally dawned on him. It probably was. His gaze dropped, looking around the room in confusion. A shudder ran through him and he looked back up at Dracula. “Can we go home? I feel dizzy…”

“We can go home, Renfield,” Dracula said, anger dissipating as he pulled the man into his arms. He could be angry at him later.

#zosalot #drabble meme #prompt fill #my fic #renfield #dracfield #drugging cw #whump #a lil bit #drabble

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writingoddess1125 · 2 years

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Blowin’ Me Up Pt. 1

Kurt Wagner and Azazel Fanfic

Mild Kurt Wagner and Reader

Takes place in the 80′s after Apocalypses. I took a lot of creative libraries with this so just know this isn't accurate to anything! Gender N! Reader

Also don't own X-Men obviously.

Warnings: Non really

Xavier School School for gifted youngsters- 1985

“Come on Kurt! I cant do this without you and It will be fun!” Peter said with a snicker as he shook the indigo teenage dramatically, Kurt still trying to pitifully hide behind the book he had been reading.

“Ive never been to Club” Kurt grumbled, not really liking the sound of going to a crowded and loud place where he would be exposed around many people who wouldnt like him too much. Peter groaned as he dramatically pulled the blue teen, Who flicked his tail at the speedster in irritation.

“(Y/N) is going to be there-” Peter said with a wicked smirk, Kurt all but froze in his spot. His tail stiffening up at hearing this, He had the biggest crush on (Y/N) since they arrived and while they had become good friends it seemed like there was something holding them back from taking a step forward. Kurt slowly lowered his book to look at Peter.

“Fine.. Vat is Zee name?-”

Peter gave a wide smile at this and reached into his silver jacket as he pulled out a flyer. “Its Called-”

New York City, NY- Secret U.S.S.R office

“Metr-ro 007- Nightclub?” A shrouded figure perched in the corner scoffed in a mixture of distaste and amusement as his glassy dark eyes looked over the file that had been tossed in front of him.

“This is your next Target comrade, he will be there tonight-”

The shrouded figure sighed heavily as he looked over the file some more. His target was a younger man in his 30′s who liked to party in this location from time to time. Vibrant red hands flipped through the file some more, a skilled gaze picking up every bit of information necessary for this Mission.

“Iz unwize for someone like me to be in a crowded place-”

There was an amused chuckle from the USSR officer but he shook his head non the less. “Ironically comrade this is the perfect place. This club is for Mutants and Mutants only... Youlll blend right in Azazel”

The red skinned man sighed a bit at this. Leaning back in his seat as he gave a single nod in agreement. After this the meeting was cut short as Azazel took his leave, Perching on a near by building like a gargoyle and smoking a cigarette.

It had been quite a while since Azazel had been apart of the Brotherhood, Leaving shortly after Eric took control. While Shaw wasnt a pleasant man he wasnt completely batshit crazy either. Besides while he did have a Rather interesting time with Mystique while there, She became too involved with Eric to his liking and ditched her and the group quickly.

Now working for the USSR he stayed in America to act as their spy and Assassin. It payed well and he was provided protection from other parties who may be interested in him. Win Win.

“Zaz! We gotta go soon’

Azazel snapping from his train of thought as he glanced to the side to see Angel landing next to him. She had folllowed him in leaving the Brotherhood, But truthfully he doubted she had fully cut ties with them.

“Fine... Lets Go”

He grumbled as he grabbed her arm and they disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Metro 007- Franklin, NY

Kurt looked over his appearance in the mirror hesitantly as he smoothed out his red leather jacket. Anxiety was building up in his stomach as he couldnt help but smooth out the cherry red jacket he wore, Tonight he was not only going to go out in a very crowded place, but also go out with (Y/N). Kurt gave a silent prayer before heading downstairs to meet up with everyone, Scott, Jean, Storm, Jubliee and Peter where standing there clearly ready to go as

“Schön Kurt mumbled as he blushed a deep Violet color as he saw (Y/N). They smiled at him and chuckled sweetly, Kurt realized he hadnt exactly been suttle and smiled proudly at them “You look really nice (Y/N)” he said shyly (Y/N) blushing and giving a shy Thanks in reply. “Alright Love Birds! Lets go!” Peter said as he cut off the sweet moment much to Kurt’s dismay, However the group soon left to the club at the insistence of the resident speedster. It didnt take long for the group to end up at the club which was booming with people, Packed from shoulder to shoulder as everyone was dressed up in their best and much to Kurt's surprise many different mutant faces there which made him feel comforble and welcome. Once inside the group was pushed against the bar rather painfully, Kurt wrapping his tail around (Y/N) to get them closer and shield them a bit with his body.

Peter handed the group several The drink actually didnt taste too bad, It was strong but he liked it. Giggling as he saw the face (Y/N) made at the harsh, they smiled at him and chuckled. Maybe it was the alcohol or the hormones in the air but soon the two found themselves on the dancefloor. While Kurt wasnt much of a dancer it didnt seem to matter much, All that mattered was him and (Y/N) together as one Dozens of songs passed them as it seemed time didnt matter, either.

Pulling (Y/N) close he felt the liquid courage kick in as he smiled down at them. Feeling their body against his as they danced and he pulled them even closer, he saw them looking up at him and in a second felt their lips on his. For Kurt, This was the best time of his young life and couldn't see anything going wrong!

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Azazel held a glass of scotch in his hands as he stood on a hanging railing looking down at the sea of people below him. It seemed this area was mainly for couples to smoke and get away from dancing, however it acted as a perfect place to scout out his Target. Sipping his scotch as it didnt take long to find the Target, Holding onto two women and preparing to depart to a more private area. Perfect-

“Hey Zaz... I think you should look at this” Angel said quickly as she tapped the red skinned mans shoulder rapidly. Azazel snapping his head towards her in irritation as he looked away from the target “Yes, What?” He hissed at her, Angel seemed to be extra bold that evening as she grabbed his chin and made him face a group of kids dancing. At first he was pretty damn close to breaking her damn hand until his eyes focused on the kids. Particularly a indigo kid in a red leather jacket, he was clearly in his teens still as his lengthy figure was a bit awkward in appearance however even from the distance he couldn't help but keep staring at the boys face- It reminded Azazel of his owns when he was far younger and he wasn't covered in scars. His eyes watching with growing interest as he watched the young man laugh and clumsily spin around another teen in his arms, he assumed out of intoxication- However when Azazel was going to turn his gaze away he saw it- The thing that made Angel grab his attention that way. A Tail- A all to familiar spade tail that seemed to unwrap around the other teens waist to spin them on the dance floor, In that moment Azazel felt every drop of air leave his lungs and his world seem very woozy. Out of pure habit he quickly downed the drink in his hands and stumbled away from the railing he didn't realize he was leaning on. “What the Fuck-” He Mumbled in Russian before staggering down the stairs, his eyes not leaving the Indigo teen that was till he saw the boy disappear in a puff of smoke and Azazel felt his world go black.

#kurt wagner x reader #kurt wagner #x men evolution #xmen x reader #xmen imagine #azazel #xmen #x men apocalypse #gender nuetral reader #x reader #marvel imagine #marvel #pietro maximoff

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"the long way down" Fic Notes

TLWD is done now so I get to be a little insane about it. I’ve had meta about Outside of the War fics before, but this one… is certainly something Else, so I’ve enough to say to need the structure of a fic notes post.

Chapter 1:

⦁ Off the bat, the Mara thing: again, I’ve said this a couple times, but I don’t think her surviving in the portal is canon. I’m not sure what the timeline of the Heart going off and Mara moving Etheria was, much less what was up with the first version of the portal (something happened from what Razz said, but who knows it if it was the exact same thing), so it’s hard to say if she even would have gotten suspended like that in the first place. It was fun to write that fic, but I didn’t want to carry that continuity into this one. I wanted this idea to stand on its own and Mara being alive would have complicated the hell out of this. She would have known stuff, and either wanted or really not wanted to see the ruins of Eternia, and it just… would have been so many complications, especially if she didn’t go with them on that journey, because then they would have had to debate going back for her or not and…. Yeah it’s just Too Much.

⦁ The little italic preview (something I use so sparingly I think this might be my first time ever) at the beginning of the fic is obviously from the scene in chapter three, but cut down to size because again, sparing. It’s contextless here and half-context wouldn’t have served it.

⦁ It has come up a lot in my fics, but Adora being into cartography is something Aimee (her VA) mentioned at a con as like, a headcanon, and my brain immediately accepted that and went right that’s canon now lol. It just fits really well so it’s come up in my post-canon fics a lot as a hobby, but this is the first time it has been plot-important.

⦁ Catra getting jealous of paper is from a previous OotW fic, return from civility.

⦁ George and Lance literally have a 3D-projection star chart in their library that they show off in the season 2 finale, but the star charts Adora pulls out are very different from that because it’s a 2D inscription of flight paths between systems rather than a chart of constellations, so it wasn’t blatantly obvious what it was until they could start translating things with Adora’s help.

⦁ Let’s talk about the chapter art because you cannot imagine how much work that took! Like it’s stupid! I wanted essentially an “arrow” made from First Ones numbers pointing in the direction of Eternia. I went through a lot of rough drafts before I decided, for simplicity’s sake (my sanity) instead of it literally saying “One thousand four hundred and sixteen” it would say “1416” because god is that a lot to cram into a small space and stay readable, much less connected. I’m like 95% sure what I produced is correct by the guidelines of the language, but it’s a lot of lines to track, so if it’s wrong… I don’t want to hear it. Some details, though. The shadowy background compass has an “indent” in the center of it — that’s actually the letter E, standing for “Eternia,” in the First Ones’ script. Each of the numbers/words gets progressively smaller as it goes on, which isn’t in the rules, but in my opinion it makes it easier to read because you can intuit that you’re supposed to start at least one of the ends, and Clare approved, so I’m keeping it. (Yeah, if you know what post I’m talking about, I’ve been sitting on this fic idea that long. I wrote half the fic then and got distracted by shiny new things lmao). It was really hard picking colors for the image that would show up well on various site backgrounds, but in the end I decided it was impossible to accommodate for most skins, so I should focus on the two most-used ones instead and ended up with the blue and gray that show up decently on both the white and dark mode site skins. It’s not perfect on either, but it’s pretty good on both, and that’s the best I could ask for. I purposefully picked numbers that were one syllable so I didn’t have to deal with multiple syllable branches since making this image do what I want was already so much work lmao. I tried to figure out the words by myself first but I always double-check my First Ones script work with the translator on itch.io so thank you to whoever made that you have been a life-saver multiple times for me <3

⦁ I went back and forth on whether they’d be wives by the time of this one, and then I remembered it’s somewhere around two years post-canon and they’re lesbians. I think they probably got married shortly before leaving. I also stand by the idea of Glimbow getting engaged first but married way later (royal wedding nonsense, it came up in either "to make a home," or "her heart on her sleeve." Maybe both) and since they were getting married right after this trip, that would mean Catra and Adora are married.

⦁ Trolla is a planet in the MOTU. It’s where Orko is from… which means nothing to you if you haven’t watched the original He-man, but google an image of him, because somehow that exact character design pops up in so much shit. I’m pretty sure there’s a character like that in Kingdom Hearts, which means there’s also a character like that in Final Fantasy, but don’t quote me on that. I feel like he and Loo-Kee were pretty equivalent to me when I was a kid and Loo-Kee was at the end of every damn She-ra episode with his little “today’s moral” shtick.

Chapter 2:

⦁ Honestly, part of the reason Catra is wielding a staff in the cult scene is because I did all the research for the dolls and her accessory in that line was a staff. Which… okay sure, but she does use them in canon. Like twice. But it felt right here with the potential flashback stuff.

⦁ I made sure to include mention of the two moons originally shown around Eternia in my Children of the Crystal series. Just a little bit of consistency.

⦁ I thought about the… manufactured planet thing from Mass Effect Andromeda (listen, I haven’t played the game since it came out, I don’t really remember) while describing Eternia, and it got me thinking about how in sci-fi and stuff, structures like this are always in grayscale. They’re gray, or maybe white, but never like… yellow, and certainly not rainbow. The First Ones ruins we’ve seen have all been very colorful, so I thought a vibrant, rainbow planet, indicating life and art and culture, but still from this destructive society, would really be interesting.

⦁ The “ruins incident” is the impotence for a fic I’ve never written and probably never will but damn has that not stopped me thinking it through every few months. The timeline doesn’t even work out because that’s supposed to happen like five years after this but it’s mostly a reference for myself lmao.

⦁ I know Catra and Adora have “memes” personal to them dating back to their time in the Horde and still forming to this day, but I imagine Catra and Melog have their own jokes too that no one else has even the faintest idea about because it all happens in their heads.

⦁ Originally I explained it in the fic before I decided the Gatekeeper wouldn’t know it, but the reason there were only signs of evacuation deep inside was because part of Protocol Zero’s mandatory evacuation was evacuation tiers. It’s the highest threat level possible and that means everybody needs to leave and could clog the skies, making it impossible for anyone to really escape. There’s also bullshit prioritization of “well, these people deserve to get out more than others” so it's stratified to ensure some people (the most important) get out first. First in line was royalty and the highest ranks of the military (to coordinate rebuilding efforts once escaped), then the highest ranks of state-sponsored scientists and nobility, followed by the mid ranks of state-sponsors scientists and high rank state-sponsored artists, and then concurrently mid-level military, more scientists, and high-rank citizens. Finally, the rest of the artists and citizens (aka free-for-all tier).

⦁ The Citadel is a reference to Mass Effect.

⦁ A whole decade ago I saw a post on Tumblr claiming a “moment” used to be an actual measurement of time (roughly 90 seconds) that I never forgot and it turns out that was actually true (this was the era of Alexandria’s Genesis so you know… easily could have been bullshit I never bothered to google) so I threw it in in this fic as a fun fact about medieval sundial measurement.

⦁ Almost nothing works on the planet because it all ran on wireless power, and the transmission towers for that were completely destroyed by the Horde’s invasion. The Horde them pulverized everything else it could find, tracing down every last electrical signal or sign of life and snuffing it out. The only thing that survived were bugs that were hibernating underground or in the rare piece of plant life that wasn’t destroyed. Seeds in the earth also sprouted later, leaving those as the only survivors of the massacre. The Horde occupied Eternia for a while making sure nothing else would pop up, but eventually Prime was satisfied and got the fuck out of there, afraid of their integration of tech and magic and tired of losing clones to lingering mechanical boobytraps.

⦁ Okay the meta for Mara’s painting is that one of the quickest paths to state sponsorship was art depicting the planet. The Eternians really did view it as the ultimate art piece. Mara did something groundbreaking for her time and portrayed it as it originally was before all the terraforming. The establishment didn’t like that. Even worse, she used an ephemeral medium involving a mix of materials that would break down over time, and while it was good and above average, she was far from the most impressive artist that year alone. Mara really did think the transformation of Eternia was awe-inspiring at the time, but doubt set in after she was assigned to the brand-new (not even begun, really) colony on Etheria and started falling in love with its vibrant nature. Eternia still had plenty of it, but it was carefully cultivated through landscaping and terraforming. Ironically, it has become a lot closer to Etheria’s untamed state by the time of the fic, thanks to the lack of direct intervention and partially-damaged terraformers. (Side note: the terraforming system ran on its own network with a million safeties in place because, you know, if they ever shut off the path of the planet around the sun could permanently be altered from its irregular shape. It was Very Important they survive anything, and Horde Prime didn't try to destroy them while occupying it because he also needed it to not be flung into the sun)

⦁ Being a state-sponsored artist basically means you get a salary instead of living commission-to-commission, access to grant programs to create big pieces of art, essentially advertising and general public approval, and access to exclusive display locations, especially in architecture or high-traffic areas (think the mosaics they found). Mara wanted to try, so she applied to the symposium basically fresh out of high school with the plan that if it didn’t work out she would follow in her parent’s footsteps (military family) and join a colony exploration program. If she got approval or even just a grant she would go to art school, but, well, she didn’t. So she ended up training in military academy, bouncing around a few colonies, and then making her way to Commander rank and Etheria.

Chapter 3:

⦁ The “three workshops that they know about” thing is because Catra is sure Entrapta is hiding more questionable experiments from them in the walls. And she’s right.

⦁ The data crystal art says “Final log” on its front and “Distress” (as in, distress signal) in the background. I never really translate that in the fic but it was also going in the final chapter when the fic notes were about to be posted so I wasn’t too worried about it.

⦁ My idea for the crystal was that it would be really hard to find any logs of what happened because, well, everybody who would have made or kept those logs was dead and the Horde destroyed a lot of what they found. This was a transmission that was intercepted at long-range on this smaller mining planet and was basically a portent of their imminent doom to them, the Horde arriving shortly after they received it, leaving this as one of the few logs the Eternians managed to preserve.

⦁ I didn’t actually reference a data crystal from the show for my drawing, I just ran off my memory of what it looked like, so it’s probably a little off, but I thought that would actually fit with the “artistic representation” thing like the planet had. The downward slanting of the words (and especially the descending of the sounds in the word “Distress”) are a visual representation of the signal dropping off and the “long way down” metaphor.

⦁ I didn’t actually intend to have an illustration per chapter for this fic initially. It was just supposed to be the first one. I drew that all the way back in January/February when I first started working on this fic, but as I was describing Eternia, I was like… this would actually be fun to draw. And then it seemed weird to have a drawing for 2 out of 3 chapters, so I added the data crystal, and I like how that worked out since I got to do the “subtle” stuff (so subtle it needs to be explained lmao) with the distress signal in the background.

⦁ Yeah so what’s up with that metaphor, right? I don’t know. Like, okay, I kind of do, but basically that song latched onto this fic and then they fed off each other and I have NO idea why. Like, it fits, but it’s also like… why this. For the people who don’t listen to songs when fics link them (I’ll be honest, I rarely do, even though I discovered my favorite band in the world that way), “Long Way Down” is a song about going to hell. I think the specific story is supposed to reflect preachers and religious folk who espouse how everyone else is full of sin and going to hell, but really they’re just going to end up down there too (“I’ve been fucking around while you’ve been saving the world... from nothing”). It’s not a direct fit in that way, but in the hubris, where you think you’re giants but you’re actually going to fall like all the others? Yeah, seemed fitting for the First Ones.

⦁ Tellus is earth in Latin. Being that the originals are 80s cartoons, Earth is of course canon and there was a Christmas special set there. As I remember it, Earth was some #Isekai shit (okay not really but) where it was just the normal modern world and then He-man and She-ra showed up to take teens on adventures so Americans could teach them the true meaning of Christmas or something. I haven’t watched it since I was a very small child so I could be wrong. I got sidetracked. Yes Earth went kaput in this universe. Yes that had consequences. Yes he was saying “Commander Adam, signing off.”

⦁ Having just come off of CotC where I finally really went into my time travel headcanon… Yeah a lot of people knew this wasn’t going to end well. Honestly, when I initially planned this fic, I had this idea that Adora would touch the console and it would greet her as the lost princess — or even that she would find a recording from her lost twin brother — but either way she would find out that she probably came from the past. The problem was… that also doesn’t match my headcanon? (Refresher/If you didn’t read CotC: my headcanon is that since dimensional portals were cut off in Despondos, only time portals worked, so Light Hope pulled Adora through after spending a long time building one and trying to figure out where to open it to get her. This is why she popped out in the middle of a field: that’s just where she was physically located in the past.) My headcanon is that Adora was a regular child to settlers on Etheria when the Horde attacked and Light Hope eventually made the time portal and snatched her away before she could die. The system back home on Eternia probably wouldn’t recognize her as a random baby in the colonies, so it just didn’t track (especially the princess thing. That was something I thought about when I was first forming the headcanon in 2020, but it didn’t stick. Adora being “normal” is what made sense to me). I did consider having it be some thing where like, well maybe she was still born on Eternia or some major colony where she would be registered in the system, but honestly, that was all too definitive, and I liked the idea of it recognizing She-ra and them learning a little more about Mara.

⦁ Honestly, I don’t think Adora and Adam are even twins in this verse for me. I think cousins makes the most sense here (especially since he was like 20-30 in the recording and Adora would have been Very Small). If he were her sibling, that would make him some random twin she doesn’t know and never learns much about, but this way he’s still important to present Adora because his recording is the one that really made her accept what happened, and isn’t that the kind of thing that older siblings are supposed to do? Take care of their siblings, loving them and telling them the hard truths, through losing their family/home/way of life, etc? Idk, this somehow felt closer to the spirit of the OG canon than giving her a random twin that she didn’t know much about. Her finding a living twin who lives somewhere out in space didn’t feel like the spirit of this SPOP either (especially since they were expressly forbidden to even consider Adam/He-man), so we ended up here.

⦁ This is gonna sound weird but — canonically — I don’t think Adora has parents unless they make a movie. Like the time travel theory still makes sense to me, and if they ever made a movie I feel like finding her parents out in space would be an obvious plot point to get a bit more of a “happy ending” and tie up loose ends from the show, but like… I don’t think the show — in isolation — intends for them to be out there, and I think her not finding them is more tragic if they’re alive somewhere than the time travel thing where they’ve been gone for a thousand years so there’s no chance of recovery.

⦁ After some discussion with a Science Person I determined that it was possible for the DNA changes to be passed down in people who constantly produce sperm, and for people with eggs too if the process also affected the eggs inside of them (since they're only produced once). Also, magic bullshit is floating around helps and all of this is all theoretical anyway so I’m doing what I want lol.

⦁ Edit: Somehow I forgot to talk about this but. The First Ones. Yeah so, in this... I mean they are basically human. Their terraforming (and general tech) processes changed them into something distinguishable, but not all that different. After a thousand years, any First Ones that did survive the original genocide would have to have intermixed with humans to survive. The changes from terraforming would long be diluted and mutated away until humans really are all that's left. Catra's speculation about resettling an old colony planet is the best chance for them still existing, and like she said, they wouldn't even know that they're secretly picking up the genetic signatures of Eternians. I've never been sure if the First Ones are actually different from humans, or just a nationality, or perhaps an ancestor/divergent race from them (I think that question is purposefully left open-ended), so I did... this, which is kind of a combination. IDK, I just thought it was a cool possibility that would explain their humanness while still making them distinct in a (fairly) plausible way. The materials our modern world is made of are causing changes to our bodies (from lettuce insecticide in our blood to earlier hormone development) so something as extensive as terraforming would produce changes that could diverge them enough to be detectable. This leads to things like Adora's puberty being a bit different (unnaturally fast) and her alcohol tolerance being wild (I mean, that's something that varies between people already without a genetic splinter) but leaves her still - essentially - human. First Ones and humans started from the same place but splintered eventually. This isn't like some other things where it's my firm headcanon, but I do think it's a cool idea, so it was fun to do here and it both acts as another hint to the time travel possibility while also explaining how Adora could have parents and there could be "surviving First Ones" in the present. It wasn't part of the original plan for the fic, but I'm really glad it developed as I wrote because it's really interesting to me.

⦁ Catra is right about the cycle wearing on Adora, but it’s a little more than that: Adora could only convince herself to leave Eternia by turning her attention back to their mission, and the moment there was a real pause in it she realized that she didn’t want to keep doing this after all.

⦁ Adora will have questions for a while, and wonder about it occasionally, but she has kind of accepted that what really makes her happy is Etheria. She wishes she knew the answers, but not enough to abandon where she's actually happy and search for them. She doesn't want to fly for a year to some location in far space for answers, she wants her true family, and that's Catra and her friends.

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Upcoming:

Uhhhh I really don’t know right now? Could be a lot of things. My brain can’t settle on anything long enough to choose right now so it’ll probably be a week before I’m even sure enough to tell y’all. Check back here I guess lol

#tlwd #ficmeta #fic notes #share post will be up later today since i already posted a bunch of stuff informing yall it was done XD #spread the news ou lol

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r3dblccd · 5 months

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favorite color(s): Red, purple, but I like all colors

favorite flavor(s): I have a huge sweet tooth, so I'd say chocolate and also fruity flavors like bananas and strawberries.

favorite music: Honestly, I think I can say that I listen mostly everything. I've come to the conclusion that I don't really care about the genre, if I like a song, I like it and that's about it. And that's why my playlist is a mess, especially when I put it on shuffle lmao

favorite movie(s): It's so hard to pick, there are so many good ones! But I recently watched Tokyo Godfathers, that one automatically jumped in my top favourites. I also really liked Grave of Fireflies (even though it's quite a heavy movie), Spirited Away, Princess Mononoke, The Handmaiden (let's go lesbians, let's go), Perfect Blue, Everything Everywhere All At Once, The Jigsaw franchise (and honestly, I think the 10th movie might be my favourite), The Fear Street Trilogy, Coraline, What We Do In The Shadows, Train To Busan

Honorable mentions: I think Gremlins is starting to grow on me, especially the second movie because I love that the production team didn't take it all too seriously, I do like when some movies are self-aware how silly they actually are. Also shoutout to The Sadness. Am I ever going to watch that movie ever again? Probably not, it was a very disturbing movie. But this is not your usual zombie movie, if I can even call it a zombie movie, which surprised me? Like, it definitely does have those elements of the apocalyptic zombie genre but turned it completely over its head by making the infected actually aware of the things they're doing but not being able to stop it. Again, it is a disturbing movie, it's not for everybody. I personally don't see myself watching it twice. Plus, finding out that the director has said something like that he wanted to focus more on the "fun and the gore" other than anything else in a Q&A did sound quite sussy to me given the heavy topics and the ways the movie could be interpreted. Idk, as philology and literature major it just keeps getting confirmed to me that most, if not all works of art, no matter in what form, have something to say and they deeply reflect the time in which they were created, and there's always the subjectivity of the viewer who interprets it in their own way (like hell, even the superheroes in movies these days most likely take a whole lot of inspiration from Greek mythology, if you really think about it). Some people have mentioned that the director might have answered the way that he did as to not stir up controversy since it was at a festival, but I can't say for sure, I wasn't there to see the interview myself and this is already getting really long so I will stop now, you can make your own conclusions.

favorite series: Courage the cowardly dog, The Scooby-Doo franchise, Are You Afraid Of The Dark (I'm talking about the 90's series, I haven't watched the 2019 revival). Do I remember anything from them? Kind of, it's been a very long time since I've watched them. I kind of want to rewatch them because of it. But they sparked my interest in all things spooky when I was a kid so I feel like they deserve a place here. Some of my other favourites include: The Untamed, Serial Experiments Lain, Steins;Gate, Semantic Error, Another, My Roommate is a Detective, Wellington Paranormal, What We Do In The Shadows, Hellbound and Sweet Home (I do recommend reading the webtoons of those two, though), Death Parade, The Silent Sea, Color Rush, Squid Game, My Beautiful Man, Good Omens, Our Flag Means Death, Alice on Borderland, My Name, Yellowjackets, Theatre of Darkness: Yamishibai

last song: Ruler Of My Heart by BL8M & Rubyeye & Unknown (Till The End) by AKUGETSU (Alien Stage OSTs) (tw for blood and a bit of gory imagery in the MVs for anyone who wants to check them out). Also can I also just talk about the 1st Anniversary Remixes of those two songs too!!! (here and here, audio only). Just *cheff's kiss*, I love those songs so much, I want to eat them. The story all these animations is quite interesting, the animations themselves are very well done too. How can I describe it. The story kind of takes that deadly game trope (like, let's say in the Hunger Games and Alice in Borderland), but make it about people being forced to be in a singing competition against each other to survive and they are being judged by aliens. From what I know, I could be wrong, the main way of storytelling is through the MVs on the VIVINOS YT channel so it does require a bit to analyze (there is a bit of a additional info on the official website and on the wiki, I'm sure), so if any of that sound interest you, I would recommend checking it out

last series: Choco Milk Shake

last movie: The Cat Returns

currently reading: So Long, And Thank for All The Fish from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy books. I'm so happy of how much progress I've done on reading those books compiled in one huge book, I'm halfway through the series now. And honestly I want to read it for as long as I can because I really enjoy it, it's so fun, I love the absurd situation the main characters fall into while the big question of the meaning of life, the Universe and everything looms over them. This would definitely go in one of my top books I've read I'm sure.

And I also have to mention the webtoons that I'm reading because I love them very much too: Hand Jumper, The Blind Prince, Lore Olympus, Zombie X Slasher (I don't know in what kind of direction this one would go, but so far so good!), Everything is Fine, Flawed Almighty, Homesick (I love love LOVE this one! The art style and everything is great), Never Ending Darling (I know that it's gonna end in like 2 days officially once the last episode is available to read for free, but damn, what a ride this was. The concept of this webtoon is terrifying), Omniscient Reader, My S-Class Hunters, ZOMGAN (also quite an interesting and honestly refreshing way of making a story about zombies), Nocturne and The Guy Upstairs

And special highlight to: There Are No Demons. This webtoon? An absolute nightmare fuel. I find it very interesting that the artist Nemo Nullus makes 3D models first and then draws over them. I wasn't so sure how to feel like it when I first saw it, this was the first time I've seen anything like it on webtoon, but I quickly grew to like this art style, the kind of weird realism and uncanny valley really add to the stories. And the stories themselves are very scary because these are things that could actually happen, and have most likely happened in real life too, especially that first story with the stalker. This webtoon has made me feel things no other horror/thriller webtoon has made me feel, I feel like I want to crawl out of my own body when I'm reading it, really.

currently watching: Nothing in particular, just random YT videos. I do have some shows to catch up on that I already mentioned here.

currently working on: Mostly focusing on studying a bit more for my exam on monday. But once I'm done I'll be back to doing more stuff here, hopefully ❤️

#long post cw #//this got long so i'm putting it under the cut #//thought that since I started to ramble as usual might as well give a long list of my favourites lol #//no i'm being serious this turned very long like jesus christ when and how did this get so long jhbgggbfh #//so feel free to skip this #misc; ooc #misc; dash games

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geraniumplant · 5 months

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Hohoho! It's that time of year, friends! The man in red is here to give out some gifts.

...Oh, you thought I meant Santa? No, I'm talking about this handsome devil right here.

Vash pulls out a large bag of presents. "Let's get started!"

Of course, I have to mention my lovely band of Woowoos. ( @adventures-written, @curseisms, @nothinglikegod, @crosspunisher ) thank you boys for putting up with my Vash.

"Of course, you get a new pack of cigarettes!" Vash tosses them each their own as well as a knit sweater with a pattern of pine trees. "To keep you fellas warm." He picked them out himself. Vash reaches into the bag again & pulls out... a pair of red lace underwear?? "Ahhh-forget you saw that!!" He stuffs it back into the bag. "That's a present for later, eheheheh!"

"Oh! You'll like this!" The Wolfwoods are also given a bottle of bourbon. "Drink up, my guys! You mean the world to me!" ❤️ Because nothing says I love you like,

Next is my dear Meryl ( @adventures-written ). Vash hands her an oversized sweater; dark blue with polar bears. "This will keep you nice a warm. Thank you for always busting me out of trouble." A delicate kiss is planted on Meryl's cheek by Vash, followed by tickles down her sides. ❤️

Looks like there's a little something for my friendly Livio: ( @bone-pile-rp ) "This is a gift from both Wolfwood & I," Vash proudly states, placing a new leather hat onto Livio's head. "You look great! Hope you enjoy it, Buddy." ❤️

Now, we can't forget my fellow Vash brethren. DONUTS FOR ALL OF YOU!! ( @melpcmene, @surevive, @needlenxggin )

"You boys..." SNIFF! "...Have been through so much. We deserve it, yeah?"

@needlenxggin - Gets a matching red scarf & hat from big brother Spikey. "Don't get into too much trouble this year, little bro."

@surevive - Gets a golden pocket watch from Blondie. Engraved on the cover is an outline of a geranium. "I will chase you through time & space. Always." ~ reads the card. Blondie might seek out Hemlock later for a little alone time.

@melpcmene - This is from Wolfwood. The card reads, "Try to stay out of trouble, Needle Noggin. You can always count on me to find you & kick your ass." Aww! & there's a metal glasses case & lens wipe. Very fancy looking. He must have saved up quite a lot of money for you.

We can't forget my precious Hakkais! ( @shouga-nai, @melpcmene ) Vash digs around in his bag for their presents. "It's from Sanzo! It's a..." he stares. "A back scratcher."

"..."

"WHAT A THOUGHTFUL GIFT! It must mean something important, right?" Unknown to Vash, Sanzo worked very hard to find the perfect back scratcher. He tested many.

& let's not forget my lovely Gokus. ( @ofdraiocht, @worldly-diversity ) "Looks like Sanzo has left you a box of steamed dumplings. You boys must have been good this year." Vash chuckles. "Oh, & there seems to be a card attached. It reads, "'To Goku, these should last you for a few hours so don't even think about bugging me. With love, Sanzo.'" Vash may have added in the "with love" part.

"What beautiful fatherly-love." sniff!

Last but not least, lets give a shout-out to some awesome OCs!

@healingbrews - Is gifted a basket of goodies from none other than Vash. He'd never forget his Onee-san. Wolfwood gifts her a warm sweater dress. It's a nice burgundy color to match Hinoka's hair. Sanzo gives her another beaded protection bracelet. Not that she needs it, but you can never be too careful. Lastly is a present from Konzen. It's a vase of flowers from the Garden of Heaven. & there seems to be a nice little love poem written in his handwriting. Goku must have slipped that in there.

@strywoven - Verona is gifted a golden comb by her devoted Plant twins. A pattern of flowers & a deer is engraved on the handle. Kaen is gifted a hunter-green sweater with patterns of trees embroidered across its center. Vash may have dragged Nai along for them both to pick out the softest material to sew together. Only the best for their darling friend!

& that concludes our little gift-giving New Year post! I hope you all have a safe & happy new year!

-- Wolf & muses ❤️

#yeah this was a lot of work #sorry for the length lol #but i hope it makes some of you happy #new years 2024

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marvelettesassemblenow · 2 years

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Tati's Flufftober Fourteen - Truth or Dare/20 Questions

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: On a mission Bucky brings up 20 Questions to pass the time

Word Count: 780

Warnings: none

A/N: I'm back from my vacation and this is my seventh entry for @flufftober and it's a lot of dialogue

The gravel made your position uncomfortable – more uncomfortable than it already was as you were laying on the roof. Steve and Natasha were inside the building in front of you getting some intel while you and Bucky were watching from the roof to make sure they got out safely.

“Lets play a game so I won’t fall asleep,” Bucky’s voice was suddenly in your ear through the coms.

“I bet our friends can sleep very good at night knowing you gave your everything to look after them,” you replied while you din’t take the eyes of the building.

A snort was followed by his comment: “As if I would let anything happen to Stevie, but Nat is with him. What about that game Wanda mentioned? 20 Questions?”

“If you want, shoot,” you agreed.

“Take out or going to a restaurant?” he didn’t wait to ask.

“Hm depends on the mood and the company. But I take going to the restaurant. This is actually more like this or that, you need to ask questions like what's your favorite color.” You teased, but he replied immediately with blue.

“Favorite flower?”

“Lilys,” you played along, but decided to make it more interesting. “When Redwing went missing last week, did you take him?”

His laugh was heard with some crackling. “I just put him in the tree. I actually thought that Sam would find him sooner,” he laughed and continued if you like going dancing,

“No, not really. If you were a girl for a day what would be the first thing you’d do?” There was a movement inside and both you and Bucky waited to check it out. When it turned out to be nothing he replied.

“Hm, I think I would ask Steve out. Give him a little ego boost that he needs so he would finally ask the girl out he likes, poor guy never knew his worth.” His reply surprised you.

“This is surprisingly sweet. So you wouldn’t do anything else? Just help Steve? That is surprising.”

“Is that your next question? Also I didn’t say I wouldn’t do anything else, I just said this would be the first thing. I bet it would be thrilling.”

“No, no. Not my next question, at least not now. Its your turn.” You pushed yourself up a little but to take your weight of your arm because it started to feel numb.

“Okay, okay. So no dancing. Would you rather do something quiet or adventurous?”

“You do have weird questions. This is your time to get to know me and this is what you’re asking?”

“I already know you. I just need a little bit more insight,” he answered and you could hear his smirk.

“Quiet then. I think our job is adventurous enough – at least most of the time. What is taking them so long?” you groaned.

“They have to hide because a guard is walking past them, I have my vision on them,” was the super soldiers reply.

“So going to the movies or taking a walk after dinner?

“First of all, this didn’t count as my question, second of all what are you asking?”

“I’m trying to plan the perfect date for you, isn’t it obvious?” he said and you lifted your gaze from the entrance of the building to take a look at where he’s supposed to sit, but you could only see the dark.

“It wasn’t?” you said after a while.

“Just ask your question, Barnes! I’m not going to hide any longer until you could ask your other questions. And she would rather take the walk and watch a movie at home,” Natasha’s voice was suddenly in your ear.

“You didn’t switch to a private channel?” you asked, not believing what you’ve had heard the last two minutes.

“Well, would you go on a date with me?” He ignored your previous question.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you smiled and suddenly you saw Natashas red hair in your vision.

"Finally," she sighed and walked out of the building. “We could have wrapped that up 10 minutes ago.”

“Stay where you are, I’ll pick you up. It’s not too late to start the date now!” Bucky ignored Natasha.

“What a gentlemen,” Steve murmured. “But there’s a change of clothes in the van, so you don’t have to go in your suit.”

That surprised you. “Were you all involved?”

“Let’s just say we were all optimistic. And now go, Nat and I will wrap everything up,” Steve replied and by the time you stood up and had stretched yourself, you looked into a smiling face of Bucky Barnes.

“You ready?” he asked and held out his hand - which you took.

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Castle Town

Chapter 3 of Night Personified

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WitchHunter!Crosshair x Fem!Reader x Warlock!Maul

Chapter Summary: You and some of your fellow witches find yourselves at a social gathering, and as much as your mind lingers on the mysterious warlock from the forest, you end up joining hands with someone else.

Tags: Mature. Mentions of persecution and being hunted. Alcohol consumption.

Word count: 4.1k

Songs: my castle town

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Hiding in plain sight. That is what you thought you would be doing, what you hoped wouldn’t turn against you. If it did, it would be deadly.

“Not going will be more dangerous,” Ahsoka’s voice tore you from your trance. “With his sheer amount of cunning, he’ll know perfectly well who didn’t show up, and why.”

You managed to look away from the dress resting on your bed to meet Ahsoka’s blue eyes, your face rendered a question mark.

“He?” You asked.

She hesitated, as if she feared speaking. “The emperor. Who else?”

You gave a quick shake of your head, embarrassed to have forgotten such a key detail.

“Right,” you answered. “Sorry, it just feels as if it’s been so long since this began.”

“And yet, it’s only been a week,” Ahsoka spoke, her tone lowering again.

One week since it had begun—the realization hit you as well when, looking out at the dark window, you realized that night would mark the night of Samhain.

And you wouldn't be dancing with your fellow witches. You wouldn’t have your hands joined with them, you wouldn’t be chanting around the fire, making spell jars, cooking and baking and brewing with the season’s many spices that delighted your nostrils even in dreams.

You and Ahsoka let your gazes travel to the floor, both in heartbreak at the notion of a coven being forced apart.

“Hosting a ball at the height of the social season,” Ahsoka commented with a grim laugh. “Do you think he knows what we celebrate today?”

You absently looked at the fabric of your dress as you picked it up in your hands. “It’s disgusting to think we’re going to have to spend Samhain under his eye rather than in the forest with each other. Yes, I think he knows. I reckon he thinks he couldn’t have chosen a better day.”

“That wicked man,” Ahsoka said.

You gave a sad smile as you looked at your roommate; Ahsoka was already dressed with one of her finest gowns, one dark brown in color with lace-like patterns embroidered on the fabric with thread only a tone darker than the base, making it barely noticeable, but not less beautiful once it was noticed. You then looked at the dress in your hands again, one of a similar trim to Ahsoka’s but with a rich, burgundy fabric, excluding the lace patterns. Your gown seemed simple, at first, but its color would be what truly caught others’ gazes. Its skirt was not too frilly yet not too slim, it was a perfect A-line that would flatter you for the night, but your favorite detail was, by far, the deep red satin that lined the edges of the sleeves and the bust.

“At least we’ll look pretty,” Ahsoka grinned, though you didn’t know how much truth she held in her optimistic intention.

“Suppose so,” you answered. “I should put this on.”

“I’ll leave you to it,” Ahsoka said as she gave you a more sincere smile before leaving your room.

With a doubtful glance at the mirror, you began to undress, replacing the reliable old clothes you wore with the elegant ball gown. Though you were surprised at how much you liked the look of red on your skin, you couldn’t shake the thought of how many more things you would rather be doing on such an important night. This night, a Samhain night that happened to fall on a new moon, was supposed to mark the height of your power, the essence of being a witch.

And you would have to spend it fending for your life in the act of stepping into the Emperor’s castle. What a cruel irony, you told yourself, that even if the Emperor didn’t capture a witch, he would still inflict his own type of torment onto her by making her go if she didn’t want to raise any questions. That alone marked a victory for him, at least for that night.

Grooming your hair was not a task that took you very long, and you decided to simply add a little heirloom crowning the top of your head. A carefully woven golden tiara lined with artificial flowers and gemstones. It not only harmonized with your gown, but the flowers and gems made you think of herbs and crystals. It wasn’t obvious that it would be owned by a witch, but it would be enough for you for that night.

You and Ahsoka left the house together and walked in silence towards the castle. You decided against arriving separately—everyone knew you lived together, and not arriving that way would probably cause suspicion. As you arrived at the castle, you avoided eye contact with the royal guard, not that it wasn’t customary to do so, at least with the ceremonial guards who were armored and standing completely still. They were so still and fully covered in iron that you’d heard people around town speculating they were merely empty suits of armor.

You knew better than that. You knew the Emperor preferred his illusions of power different, but anything regarding military strength would never be a fake for him.

You began worrying, however, when you noticed figures between the armored members of the royal guard. People who were clothed differently wearing only partial sets of armor, mainly chest plates and shoulder pads, and who were dressed elegantly enough to partake in a soirée such as that one.

They’d be in the ballroom with you. The witch hunters themselves.

As you walked on, you tried your best to push the image of the silver-haired man out of your mind.

You and Ahsoka got in without a problem, and it felt like a good sign when you didn’t see too many pairs of eyes on you. It wasn’t a long way between the castle’s entrance and the ballroom, large and blindingly bright with the many chandeliers that dangled from the ceiling, their gleam enhanced by the diamond-like gems reflecting their light. At the other end of the rectangular room, across the center that already had some couples dancing, was the string band whose players were all dressed in the imperial color scheme. The melodies they played were beautiful, so much that a part of you felt it could dare to feel safe, as if you were in the ball of your dreams about to meet a charming prince.

But above the band, there was a balcony where three figures watched over the ball. The two guards flanking the sides were already ominous, but at the center was the Emperor himself, hooded and menacing.

You felt dread shower itself over you.

“Any chance the drinks are poisoned?” Ahsoka teased in an attempt to brighten the mood.

“He wouldn’t take such a big risk,” you answered. “How many people in this ballroom do you think want him dead?”

Ahsoka snickered. “Can’t be just the two of us.”

You walked shoulder to shoulder with Ahsoka through the sea of people that had gathered in front of the refreshments table—it appeared you wouldn’t be the only ones in need of a drink to get through the night. For a moment, you remembered you were at a social gathering when you felt the gazes of two men across the table on you, both looking at you with polite smiles, and one of them even raising their drink at you.

Even so, you couldn’t figure yourself less interested in them, and beside you, Ahsoka giggled.

“Right,” she said, flooded with sarcasm. “We’re here to find husbands, aren’t we?”

You gave her a playful eye roll when you finally reached for a drink for yourself, and without paying anyone any more attention, you and Ahsoka gracefully walked away.

“We’re here to prove a point,” you said.

“And what point is that?” She looked at you confidently.

Her smile seemed to spark something within you, a tiny gleam of will to fight back. Then, you met Ahsoka’s gaze and you returned her smile, fostering the little flame within you.

“That he can’t take our night,” you answered. “That we’re going to go back home tonight free as the birds in the forest, and he’ll be none the wiser, even with his little spectacle.”

“I like the sound of that,” said Ahsoka, clinking her cup with yours.

The two of you walked around the dance floor watching the couples there and briefly commenting as though it were any other occasion, and for a moment, nothing seemed wrong with the world. You could tell which couples were serious about their courtship and which ones weren’t just by the way they danced, but you particularly enjoyed looking at all the different gowns. Each one was exquisite and it reflected the personality of the person who wore it, and in little time, you gained a bit more love for your own gown and its rich red color.

Then, across the ballroom, you saw a familiar face. Fennec stood there wearing a deep orange gown that looked divine on her. Your features lit with a smile, and with your newfound confidence and sense of rebellion, you felt you’d walk across the floor and say hello to her. The conversation would certainly be merrier with someone else you knew, and it would take power from Palpatine if you were with another one of your kind.

But just as you began to move forward, an intangible force showering itself over you made you come to a stop, and a wave of cold coursed through you.

Don’t.

Your eyes widened the slightest bit in surprise, though you managed to control the rest of your body to not make your reaction as obvious.

You recognized that voice. Deep, smooth, sensuous, filling your senses as if he were standing right next to you, hovering over you the way he had at the forest when he spoke of chaos, of running away, of freedom. Slowly and with a serene expression, not daring to express the fear and delight you felt, you turned your body to face the window that led to the dark night.

Two yellow eyes watched you, but as soon as you blinked in disbelief, they were gone.

Was he really there? Was he watching you?

Why did you love the idea of him watching you so much?

“Look!” Ahsoka called with a brief little gasp. “The miss with whom the duke was dancing stepped on his toe!”

You grinned as you heard Ahsoka desperately try to hold in her laughed, and you had to do the same while watching a fully grown man with noble blood stumbling away from the dance floor wheezing in pain, leaving the young miss flustered on the dance floor, but not sorry in the slightest.

“You’d think a man of that rank and size would be able to handle more pain,” Ahsoka sneered.

Whispers and mumbles could be heard around you; everyone clearly talked about the same thing. It allowed some of your optimism to return, but you found yourself looking out the many large windows of the ballroom in search of the beautiful, haunting yellow eyes. You never found them, and you figured perhaps you’d be able to see them among the people gathered at the ball.

As the current song the band was playing drew nearer to its end, you looked around the crowd watching the dancing couples in search of Maul’s eyes. To your disdain, you didn’t find them there either, and instead you were left observing the people. Some were commoners, like you, but others were clearly of rank, like the duke whom you had a hunch had that toe step coming.

A few other faces called to you, such as the young and hopeful debutantes, or the widow who watched the dancing couples with a melancholic smile, or the man who’d tattooed half of his face as a skull and wore a red vest under his black coat—he called out to you the most. He had the same brown eyes you’d been thinking of earlier, the only ones capable of pushing those bright yellow irises out of your mind, but you’d been reluctant to dream of.

You still hadn’t apologized for hitting him with the branch.

The music ended and intelligible chatter filled the room. Just as your gaze was lost among the sea of people, you felt Ahsoka shifting next to you, her hand tugging at your sleeve just as you felt a new presence appearing next to you. You gave Ahsoka a quick look but she was already looking past you, and when you turned around to meet the new face, your heart made a leap.

Piercing brown eyes, one with a reticle tattoo over it, crowned by beautiful silver hair.

And you knew he meant you no harm, but a part of you still waited for the smooth voice to sound in your head, telling you to run away. Instead, it remained silent.

“May I?” The man then held his hand out to you, gesturing at the dance floor with his head low.

You looked over at Ahsoka, who already gazed at you with mischievous eyes that whispered get it. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, and you found yourself looking at the archer again, who looked strikingly handsome in his black clothing topped by the chestplate of armor.

The armor reminded you what he was, but it didn’t stop you. To dance that night with one of the Emperor’s witch hunters, right in front of him, and getting out of there unharmed, it could be no bigger testament to the power you held, to the power you took from him and his henchmen. You felt pairs of eyes falling on you, those of people suddenly wondering if you would take the hand of the man proposing a dance to you.

You took it and followed him to the floor. His touch on your skin felt like a flame, a feeling enhanced when he held your hand out at his side, and his free hand went to your waist. You then took his shoulder, looking up at him, realizing just how much taller than you he was.

It was impossible not to smile.

The music began; a gentle and delicate tune on the piano to a tempo of three-quarters, perfect for a waltz. You and the archer bowed down as you held each other, and you rose to begin moving across the floor in tandem with the other couples who had joined.

You glided as if you’d known how to dance your entire life; he was great at leading you, his grip firm and tender on you, his gaze like a veil on your figure. The melody you danced to had a magical touch to it, one that seemed to isolate you from the rest of the couples on that floor and take you to a whole other realm.

Magical as it was, you were only brought back to the real world when you saw the pair of yellow eyes watching you outside one of the windows—or had you imagined them? Your attention was brought back to the archer almost as quickly as it had left him, though it seemed your little hiccup hadn’t escaped his observative gaze.

“What is it?” He asked, his voice a whisper of intimacy.

You felt heat rushing to your face. “N-Nothing.”

You had to find something else to focus on quickly, otherwise you’d come across as strange, or in the worst of cases, suspicious. It came to you as both a blessing and a curse when the archer smirked at you, amused; the confident, alluring curve of his lips made you shiver as you danced, and you were taken rather by surprise when he spun you delicately before holding you even closer to him, as the music in the background sounded like stars dropping on a lake.

“I…” your gaze fell on his cheekbone, causing you to chuckle nervously. “I’m sorry about that cut on your cheek. I’m afraid it looks as if it’ll leave a mark.”

To your surprise, he gave a smooth laugh. “I have many, don’t worry.”

Dancing with him softened your grip on reality, and sooner than you may have wanted, the beautiful piano melody drew to an end. You and the archer gave a final bow at each other before going your separate ways on the floor; you found your way towards Ahsoka, but it wasn’t without looking over your shoulder at him more than once.

“Something you want to tell me?” Ahsoka walked up to you, smiling. “You seemed pretty taken by your mystery man.”

You would have denied it, but the breathless laugh you let out gave you away. Had you been one of the young debutantes, you would have begun fanning yourself, possibly even fainted if only to let him heroically catch you.

“Will you dance with him again?” Ahsoka wiggled her brows at you.

“I’m not sure,” you giggled. “All I know is that it was wonderful.”

Ahsoka gave you an approving smile; she was never one to distrust you, and the previous week had only solidified that. Her cup had emptied while you were dancing with the archer, so she made her way back to the refreshments table with you following behind her.

As you did, you looked over your shoulder again, though this time, you didn’t find the archer with your gaze. You looked at one of the windows, hoping perhaps you’d still see the yellow eyes after your stunt on the dance floor.

But all you saw was darkness.

That one dance had been a highlight, and though your eyes had met with those of the archer a couple more times in the remainder of the soirée, you hadn’t been blessed with his proximity again. The night drew to its close and you were back at your house with Ahsoka, with no suspicions risen, no danger following you.

And yet, you sat in your bed, sleepless in the dark. There was less than an hour left of Samhain, and out there in the forest, a magic remained beckoning you to step outside. In a fit, you gathered your cloak and silently stepped out of the house, making your way through the forest towards the remains of Redwood House.

It was still a place of magic; you could feel it when you arrived. And, despite everything, you didn’t want to end Samhain without somehow visiting your coven.

The only source of light was the torch in front of you, and you noticed how dark it truly was without the light of the Moon. It seems there was no escaping the fact which that darkness represented, the dark times you and your fellow witches had been shrouded with against your will.

You thought back to the confidence you felt back at the Emperor’s ball, the way you’d told Ahsoka you’d take power from him, that he couldn’t take anything away from you so long as he didn’t know what you were. But there, standing in the darkness among the ruins of the beautiful Redwood House, you felt differently. You wouldn’t claim that you didn’t mean what you said; you did, more than anything.

You just didn’t know if it would ever amount to anything other than not letting the Emperor catch you, and that was something you weren’t fully alright with.

A twig snapped behind you, and you turned around, aiming your torch at the source of the sound. Could it be another witch? An animal? Or perhaps someone dangerous who would discover you and turn you in? You looked closely into the darkness in search of yellow eyes, finding hope within yourself.

Soon, however, you were met with the figure of a witch hunter, and yet, you managed to relax.

He looked at you not unlike he had when you’d danced with him, and his brown eyes looked down at the ground covered in ashen wood. His confidence faded when he looked at you, apologetically, returning to seriousness.

“Why have you come?” The archer asked you.

“Why have you followed?” You countered. “You’ve completed your mission here, you’re standing on the evidence. Why come back?”

He chuckled. “I got the feeling that a certain little witch would be stubborn enough to come here tonight.”

“Why tonight?” You asked, defensively. “Of all nights, why this night?”

“I’m a hunter of your kind,” he replied calmly. “We were told of any… important dates witches have. We’ve been ordered to hunt on those nights.”

You felt your body going cold. “Is that why you’re here?”

“I’m not here to hurt you,” he said, his voice smooth and coiled. He took a couple of paces closer to you, and you didn’t move away from him. The archer looked up at the pitch black sky as though he were lost in it, and oddly, you saw a bit of yourself in him.

“No moon tonight,” he commented.

“She’s there,” you replied. “She always is, she just isn’t shining right now.”

When your words were spoken, you two met eyes again, and only then you realized how close he was to you. His usually hard gaze had softened, and he looked at you as if he were trying to figure you out. After what felt like an eternity, his lips curved the same way they had back when you were dancing, but he managed to return himself to seriousness soon enough.

“Look, you shouldn’t be here,” he told you. “A horde of hunters will be here in less than an hour, and they’ll take you in for interrogation in the best of cases if you’re found.”

You wanted to trust him, to heed his words. You wanted to get out of there, and tell him to come with you, to not concern himself with the Emperor and his legions. But a part of you hesitated; you’d encountered this man on the night all this terror began, after all.

“What is your name?” He asked you.

Finally, you took a step back, your figure hunching in the slightest.

“How do I know I can trust you?” You whispered.

The archer wouldn’ question your doubts regarding him; you’d met him with his bow pulled on you, after all. He didn’t try to get closer to you, but you watched as he reached into one of the pockets on his vest and pulled out a tiny crystal attached to a chain. You couldn’t believe your eyes at first—it looked like a quartz, one of the most prominent crystals in a witch’s world. You paid close attention to it, and you couldn’t help but stare at it when you realized it was indeed a quartz.

Astounded, you met eyes with him again.

“Where did you get that?” You asked.

“It’s been with me for years,” he said softly. “I didn’t pry it off anyone you know, relax.”

You knew he was kidding, but your subconscious verified you’d never seen any fellow witches wearing a quartz necklace like that one.

“Why do you have it?” You asked him.

The archer finally sighed and let the hand holding the necklace drop at his side. “I’m not a stranger to magic.”

“Then why’d you burn this place down?” You challenged.

His gaze darkened as it averted from you, as though a phantom had slithered in front of him, freezing him with its presence.

“I had orders.”

The look he had in his brown eyes when he said the words wasn’t that of a man who’d followed them gladly. Then, when he finally looked at you again, seemingly snapping out of his trance, he held the quartz out again.

“The person who gave this to me said it’s for protection,” he said. “I…”

“You’re giving it to me?” You whispered.

He hesitated, looking away from you. “I guess I am.”

The archer then walked up to you and put the quartz in your hands, sealing your fingers around it. When he touched you, you felt the familiar heat, and you looked up at him with big eyes sparkling, suddenly compelled to embrace him, if only in gratitude.

He stared back at you, and you wondered if he felt the same.

“I have no desire to hurt you,” he broke the silence. “And that is why I’m begging you to leave now.”

You gave him a slow nod and turned around, and you were about to walk away before you stumbled to a stop, turning back to look at the archer one more time before telling him your name. His gaze fell on you again when you said it, and you noticed a brief smile appear on his lips at the sound of it.

“Crosshair,” he responded with his own name.

You managed a soft smile back, pleased to finally know his name as well. But you also knew it would be best for you to leave, and you were in no position to take more risks. Finally, you turned around and, clutching the quartz in your hand, you disappeared into the forest.

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