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Could you write one of the boys giving Warriors a hug? He’s seems like he’s been going through a lot recently and could use one :(
I'd love to! I hope you enjoy! :)
The flicker of the lantern light gave a gentle wisp of light across the room as he found himself lying awake. Facing the ceiling.
The sound of his breathing was the only thing keeping him here.
Need to keep them alive, need to keep them alive, need to keep them alive.
His mind raced as the light flickered, the stress of the last few days weighing on him. Responsibilities, keeping the team together as best he could with Time looking after Twilight as he was.
You can't fail them
The door creaked open, his hand falling to the blade by his side. He remained unmoving. The threat entered the room with light footsteps.
"Hey Wars?" A small voice. "Wars... are you awake?"
Wind.
The sailor's voice sounded off, but he couldn't pinpoint what was up with him. He slowly sat up, facing away from the hero for just a moment to take a breath.
Remember to keep your mind steady.
"I am." He turned to the sailor, forcing a gentle smile. "How can I help Tempest?"
"I... uhh..." Wind started before his voice died in his throat. The small sailor wrung his hands together in front of his body. As he looked to the floor. His blond hair was illuminated gently by the lantern light.
Hesitation gets people killed.
"Did you have a nightmare?" He tried gently, leaving his expression as open as he could.
The sailor nodded. Okay. Come on Link.
"Alright." He took a deep breath. He wasn't going to sleep anyway. "Did you want to talk about it?"
The sailor's eyes seemed to scan him, up and down. As if trying to search for something. Before he stepped forward slightly. "It... It..." Wind took a breath before taking several strides across the room and stopping in front of him. "Are you okay?"
An eyebrow raised, what?
"Of course I'm okay..." I have to be. Was left unsaid.
"Dont... Lie." The sailor took a breath again, placing a hand on the captain's shoulder. At this angle, They could look eye to eye without much effort from either party. His face was shrouded in concern as he looked over the captain again. Moving in closer. "please. Just give me the truth."
" I'll be okay then. I just need some sleep." Something inside him hated lying to the sailor like this but there was nothing to be done. They were moving out tomorrow, they had to be ready.
Winds eyebrows furrowed as he looked on. "Your eyes look so tired, and you've been acting off since we got here."
He'd noticed...
He tried to rebuttal but the grip on his left shoulder tightened. "You've taken up the role of leader with Time taking care of twilight."
He knew? He noticed?
The sailor wasn't done. "You've tried to keep us together. But. Are you keeping yourself together?"
What a question...
Was he?
Was he keeping himself together?
The silence from the sailor demanded an answer. his eyes falling downward as he could feel the tiredness threatening to seep out.
"No..."
And that was all the sailor needed to hear. The hero of the winds shuffled beside the captain on the bed and wrapped two small arms around him, Clasping his hands together as he snuggled into the captain's side.
"Wind... you should really get some sleep. Dont worry about me." He patted the sailor's arm gently. prompting him to look up to his face.
Wind. the youngest of their number.
"I am worried about you. You are holding the weight of this on you and you don't need to."
"Wind..." He tried to rebuttal, but the sailor gripped his arms around him tighter.
"This is for all of us, Twilight is going to be okay. We are all in this together"
And that... Was the truth wasn't it.
The moment the first tear fell from his cheek was the moment the steadily constructed walls crumbled. As a sob escaped him Wind shifted, pulling himself up onto the bed so he could hug the captain more fully.
"You take care of us. But we are here for you too."
And the dam burst.
He sobbed, the explosion of emotion flowing from him all at once. It poured like a waterfall as he curled in on himself. His body shook as the sailor just held him.
They were there for a while. The sailor didn't say anything he simply held, as the captain sobbed. The stress, the fear the anger everything escaping him all at once.
What a change in roles...
If Time found them in the morning, Wind curled around the captain as to protect them from anyone. He wouldn't mention it.
'Maybe we can wait another day...'
#linked universe#linkeduniverse#writing#creative writing#linked universe fanfic#lu warriors#lu wind#lu time#Ahh yes#thanks for the ask Anon!#I appreciate you!#I hope this works for you!#Wars is stressed!#Help him#Is this fluff?#Maybe?#Major's writings#corner answers with major#Anon beloved!#Writing requests#this prompt was nice!#thanks!
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Crashlanding
(A starter for @darthofe )
Soji is ambivalent on the subject of interstellar phenomena. She likes nebulas and comets just fine, like everybody else, but she's less enchanted by subspace rifts. This is due in part (entirely) to the fact that subspace rifts don't actually look like anything. They exist outside the visible spectrum of light and, as such, just look like all the space around them. They are, in a word: boring.
She had agreed to do this survey because she was nearby and because Seven had asked her very nicely, not because she was deeply enchanted by either dancing mathematical graphs or the "view". So, here she was, committed to at least three days of sitting and waiting while the computer scanned something she couldn't see, trying not to go out of her mind with boredom.
At least this system was sort of interesting, even if it was at risk of being eaten by this particular invisible space-time anomaly. There were binary stars, about ten planets, four of which had some really cool rings and gas storms. One of the inner planets had crashed into another at some point because there were two dead halves orbiting with a really nasty debris field trailing behind them in a cloud.
She'd considered checking out the Class N planet just past the two broken bodies, it looked like it had some interesting topology, but she wasn't sure it was worth the effort to navigate to it. In fact, she'd resigned herself to just leaving the system the second her scans were done, but after about two days of absolute silence something finally happened.
With precious little warning, the subspace rift ruptured outward, doubling in size. The instruments on her ship went absolutely crazy and Soji was thrown out of bed by the shockwave. She managed to scramble to the bridge and throw up her shields but, as she did, a ship materialized on the event horizon. She didn't have a lot of time to scan it, it was moving very fast, like it had just been kicked out of warp. It shot past her, coming close enough that she was shocked it hadn't scraped the paint, and trailed both charred ceramic debris and coolant in its wake. It was headed directly into the debris field.
Just about every sensor, panel, and alert on her entire ship was screaming about something, but the one that took precedent was the organic scanner. Soji realized two horrifying things at once as she looked at that flashing red panel--one: there was someone alive on that ship, and two: it didn't seem to have operative shields or engines. It plunged into the debris field and, without a second thought, Soji dropped into the pilot's seat of her own ship and took off after it.
If they were both very lucky, it would miss every chunk of nickel-iron and crash on the planet beyond. If they were not lucky, Soji was going to have to do some very fancy flying and a few daring heroics.
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@vibraea
"Woah! Is uh, is everyone okay? Everyone good?" Good thing her reflexes were quick enough to catch that empty boat being hurled about. Had it hit the mainland onlookers would definitely have been hurt. The large eel that had caused the turmoil seemed pleased to have all the annoying boats gone from its area now and slinked back into the depths below.
"Guess he was pretty grumpy..."
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Hide and seek
@valtiels-darkness
It looked abandoned, he thought but then this did not mean anything. Making a hide out look deserted was probably the wisest route to take if you wanted to prevent people from finding you. Still…they had found many but never their resident. Well not quite.
Kakashi had run into Orochimaru before. He had been ANBU already no match for a Sannin though. Why he was still alive he really did not know. Orochimaru had had the chance to kill him easily. The copy nin sure had not covered himself in glory back then. There had not even been much of a fight really. Chidori chirping at his side he had attacked once but ended up on his hands and knees, the ANBU mask broken in two in front of him. The shock wave of the explosion that Sandaime somehow had managed to plant inside the snake had sent him flying as well. Kakashi had scrambled back to his feet. With a firm grip on the Kunai he had blocked Orochimaru’s path, ordering him not to move. The Sannin had stared into his eyes, holding his bleeding side but not caring to stop and Kakashi? Kakashi had pretty much frozen in place. When Orochimaru walked past him it had felt like the world had stopped moving for a moment. Then he had snapped out of it. The Sannin was gone. That had been 6 years ago.
Carefully Kakashi entered the structure. His eyes needed a moment to get adjusted to the dark. The mismatched gaze flickered over the foyer. Nothing stood out. Still he decided to pull the ANBU mask to the side of his head. The small holes did impair his vision. If he encountered anything left behind by Orochimaru or the Sannin himself he could not afford that. Noiseless and on high alert he made his way inside. Two rooms in with there was no sign of any occupant. Also there was quite a bit of dust . He was fairly certain this one was just like the others.
“Maa must be stressful to move so much” he mumbled to himself, while his gloved hands skipped through some papers that had been left behind. Once it was certain there was no danger here Konoha’s intel unit would go over all of it. Kakashi turned to make his way even deeper into the structure.
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"If people were to know of the things that I know, it would all fall apart." starter prompt, sent by @friendsamongstars
Stanford squinted towards the cyborg, pen spinning in his hands. He believes he knows that feeling all too well. Sharing knowledge is fun, with learning being as fun as teaching, but the wrong knowledge can get in the wrong hands should one not be careful. Is the other being followed? How would he ask that? Most people do not know ciphers, so that'll likely be out the window.
"...What makes you say that?" he instead asks. "Do you need to choose your words carefully when answering me?" He's assuming the other might perhaps be in some sort of trouble. Luckily for him, Ford is always happy to help and play the hero in any story.
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@wolfruled
Ludo had been avoiding public lately. There were quite a few people looking for them, and they didn't want to deal with it. Being a social creature though, it was difficult for them to stay indoors too long, and Ludo could only deal with Selma for so long. So, they found themself at the Hog's Head, knowing there was a smaller chance of running into familiar faces at the bar where nobody wanted to be seen.
In the middle of a rather dull conversation with Aberforth, Ludo spotted Fenrir approaching the building through the small window. With wide eyes, they stood rather abruptly, knocking their stool over as they crouched down behind the bar. "I'm not here." Ludo said to Abe, who was looking down at them with a confused look.
#ludovic bagman [interactions]#fenrir | 001#i hope this works for you!#lmk if you want me to change anything
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the world is not kind. this was something suguru learned very young, when he was just a boy and faced with the harrowing realization that he was different. the world is not kind, but that didn't mean he couldn't be. he strove for it, worked for it. meticulous planning, protecting the weak. keeping them safe. day, after day, after monotonous day. gruesome day. the curses gathered in the void that was suguru and he didn't complain. not once.
the world was cruel, but he didn't have to be.
riko drops, suddenly, in his vision. her blood, splattering on his chin, across his cheek. the look of pure relief on her face, frozen forever in time, because she died thinking she'd finally be free. finally be just a girl. riko drops, suddenly. the world darkens.
suguru can pretend his grief does not hurt him. it's what he does best. ❝ god chooses who he cares for, and he didn't choose us. ❞ it is @mundmutter's voice that pulls him from his horror reverie. getō remains impassive, but his hands do not stop filling the cup before her with green tea. ❝ i don't care who god chooses. ❞ a lie. he knows a god — a one and only. suguru does not belong with old friends. ❝ but i won't shirk my curiosity for why you feel lacking in his favor. ❞
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Awareness is ever present the moment the angel set foot on Penacony grounds after so long, the same instant she noticed something amiss with her voice. It is hard for her to miss this change when her voice is one of the main characteristics of a songstress of her caliber, and a natural trait of every halovian. With it, guilt settles on her chest at the notion that she is requested to sing in the Charmony Festival and, want as she may, she cannot in this condition.
Robin doesn't seek to trouble her brother with such trifles, knowing everything he must be occupied with in the position he stands, but sincerity must be always present betwixt them: not out of some moral obligation towards the leader of The Family, but because he's the only relative she has left— it is everything she has, and it is also a manner of showing respect to the relationship that unites them ever since they were little. ◜Brother, I...◞ As soon as she starts, a lump impedes her to continue, and so a gloved hand rises close to her neck, emerald eyes downcast. Forgive me. Letting you down is the last thing I want to do. ◜I'm unsure I'll be able to perform as it is expected of me.◞
@lumoire ♥︎ed for a starter!
#lumoire#// in character.#// starter.#I hope this works for you!#do let me know if I need to revise anything#or if you want a different approach ♥︎
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@hanabisays
That girl across the mall cafeteria has been staring at him for the past, like, half hour. At first he wasn't sure but the way she kept hurriedly looking away every time he bothered glancing over was pretty telling. And weird.
After eventually deciding he's had enough of that, he gets up, picking up his tray of food, and—
Vanishes from sight. By sinking straight through the ground.
He returns to tangibility once he's close to her table. He remains invisible until after he sets his tray down from across from her. "So... This seat taken? I mean, you kept looking at me funny, I wasn't sure if you were trying to call me over or not..."
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closed starter for @endlessreruns (leo)
location: the commune
"Hiya," Addison greeted Leo as they joined him in the common room, rocking back and forth on their heels. "I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come build a snow castle with me outside - you seem way better at creative stuff like that. I've seen you doodling."
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@swallowsandamazons should choose a better moment next time they wanna go for a swim.
Anne is over the rail and in the drink before the shocked crewman even finishes his cry of MAN OVERBOARD! Swimming is a skill a pirate is truly wretched without, and Anne has never been a wretched pirate; with strong, sure strokes she makes it to the kid, pulling one of their arms around her shoulders as she slides her opposite around their middle. The cries echoing out over the water from the deck show the ship in a manic state, with black-painted faces peering out over the railing and craning to see the two redheads in the water below. A line sails out over the heads of the crew and drops with a splash into the drink; Anne ties the rope around the child and tugs once, hard, treading water as they’re hoisted back onto the deck.
She can only pray her speed was enough this time.
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@baddestdangerboy || Data Corrupt Pt. 2 Starter
First they were transported to the... Space station because the Earth wasn't safe. And now the space station was also unsafe. Figures. Why isn't he surprised by this turn of events?
At least he has a clear objective: climate the invading monsters. Apparently some were coming from the moon? He doesn't really understand it. The fact they were in space was above him, really. But fighting for the lives of others was something he was well acquainted with at least.
The thrum of adrenaline. The feeling of Crowned Clown's claws tearing through an opponent. For the first time in weeks it felt like he was finally able to breathe again. None of the opponents were Akuma — they were all something else. As deadly as they were strange.
He rounds a corner, flipping and twisting his way through a hoard. Six, then five, then four, then three, then two— There was someone else fighting. It looked like one was about to catch him from a blind spot. Half a beat. Crowned Clown reaches—
BAM!
Allen's left arm stretches across the distance accordingly, slamming into the creature and pinning it down. It screeches as it struggles. Allen picks it up and slams it down hard. It stops struggling.
Just the sound of their breathing, now. Allen offers an awkward little smile and a wave. "You alright? There's certainly a lot of these. Crawling all over the place."
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@naitfall said: feel free to form your own opinion , though it appears you already have . // ( h-hi! for any setting you want 🥺 )
sleepy hollow prompts
Sigma reclines back in his chair with composed elegance as he looks at the papers before flicking his gaze upwards to the agency member in front of him. He doesn’t say anything for a few moments, allowing silver to shift back down to the paper with contemplative silence before the places the papers on the desk with a definitive air to him.
“ You are correct, I have. “ Sigma confirms, leaning back as he laces fingers together and rests them atop his knee. “ I understand this is part of your job. But I won’t allow for my patrons to be interrogated on board here. Mafia members or otherwise. “
He lifts a hand slightly, as if he were holding an offering. “ In this casino, I am the law. So long as patrons behave, they are free to stay here. These people you have your eyes on have caused no problems or posed as any threat, so I’ll be respectfully rejecting your request for the time being. “ His hand falls with a certain grace, resting atop fine wood.
“ If you would like, if you would feel comfortable sharing your number, I can call you should they decided to be a threat or cause problems and be escorted out from the casino if that is acceptable to you. Otherwise, you’re welcomed to stay here in the casino of course. It might do some good to relax, you seem a bit stressed. “ He offers, a gentle smile replacing the serious expression that was on his face.
#naitfall#hello!!!#maybe for his bsd verse? I thought that'd work nicely!#although a modern is fine too#i hope this works for you!#sorry for the wait!#ic || the angel of the aerial casino
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CHROLLO STARTER CALL - @psaiint (Killua)
“ There’s no use in hiding. I’m sure you’re plenty aware of that. “ Chrollo murmurs calmly from where he stood on a building rooftop. It was like standing among thousands of candles , watching as lights flickered , some lit and some being put out. And everyone below , unaware of the spider that dangled above their heads as witness to the pandemonium that made up the very life of a city. Chaos , pure and wild even without his or his troupe’s touch.
Chrollo turns his head , hands resting in the pockets of his coat as his eyes focused on Killua. His own gaze was as grey as the tombstones in an ancient cemetery and carried the same heavy aura of unspoken presence in them. Not hostile , but something that it seemed the rest of the world could not lay a hand on and could only watch in captivated silence. He allowed his gaze to more fully study the child in front of him as he turns to face him. How odd to cross paths with them yet again.
“ Have you come searching for something ? I don’t paint you as the kind to attempt using your talents against random people for no reason. “ Chrollo remarks as he closes the distance between them by a few steps , relaxed and composed. “ The chain user did not send you. “ Spoken as a fact , not as a question. “ So you must have a motive of your own. “
#psaiint#here you go !#i hope this works for you!#if not just lmk !#〉the head of the spider〈 — ᛭ ⌜chrollo⌟
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[ TANGLED ] : after a night of having to share a bed , sender & receiver wake to find themselves cuddling . Haymitch & Effie // @hvbris // ↪𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑺 .
Blue eyes opened to the world blearily, which wasn’t unusual. But it was strange to find himself pressed against something...or someone. Shit. Effie. His mind scrambled for clarity, for answers, vaguely remembering something about there only being one bed available due to a mishap in another carriage of the train. Truth be told, he couldn’t remember much.
He did remember getting a scolding before he’d drifted off. Because he wasn’t a gentleman who offered to sleep on the floor and abandon the bed to her and her alone. But he wasn’t going to press his ear into the carpet all night, not by choice. So he’d claimed one side of the bed and told her to grow up or take the seat by the window. Irritably, she’d played his game and taken up the other half of the bed, both of them turning their backs to eachother.
They certainly weren’t facing in opposite directions now.
If he moved, he’d wake her up, and likely never hear the end of it. But he also didn’t want to move. It was very rare for him to share a bed with anyone, a habit he’d left behind in younger days. He was usually too drunk to be much good for anything other than passing out, so what was the point in company?
The warmth, he supposed. Was pretty nice. She was comfortably solid, not just some cotton candy woman who might evaporate into thin air if she was prodded too hard. And as the rest of his senses trickled in, he realised that his hand didn’t feel tense like it usually did. His fingers weren’t cramped and stiff.
That was because the knife he usually clutched all night had been abandoned under his pillow.
#I hope this works for you!#this is cute but also kinda sad tbh#also I decided to have a go at making a funky lil header thing haha#& hvbris ; bring me peace and wash away my dirt > haymitch and effie
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@medicinori liked for a starter!
he'd admittedly spent the better half of the day stuck in his own thoughts. he wasn't sure where any of his siblings were, but he couldn't sense any real impending doom. granted, viktor was a walking harbinger of the apocalypse, so he figured that he knew when it felt like something bad was coming. there's no real difference in any of the sounds around him, although some of them have a different timbre. they weigh a little differently on his senses, but its not uncomfortable.
he finds it interesting.
something's starting to bug him, though, as he leans against a wall. its not a power spike, at least not yet, but he can pick up on the beginnings of a small droning that fills his ears. reaching into his pocket, he pulls out the small case for his earphones and opens it. he inserts one, but leaves the other out so he can still hear. as he reaches into his pocket to grab his phone, he feels like someone's watching him. naturally, he tenses, but remains in control. cool. calm. like he's not freaking out.
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