#000' the jeweler said.

[sudexro]

#A balding #white haired man from Sherman Oaks in California #walked into a jewelery store in a local mall this past Friday evening with a beautiful much younger gal at his side. #He told the jeweler he was looking for a special ring for his girlfriend. The jeweler looked through his stock and brought out a $5 #000 ring. #The man said #'No #I'd like to see something more special.' #At that statement #the jeweler went to his special stock and brought another ring over. 'Here's a stunning ring at only $40 #000' the jeweler said. #The lady's eyes sparkled and her whole body trembled with excitement. #The old man seeing this said #'We'll take it.' #The jeweler asked how payment would be made and the man stated #'by check. I know you need to make sure my check is good #so I'll write it now and you can call the bank Monday to verify the funds and I'll pick up the ring Monday afternoon.' #On Monday morning #the jeweler angrily phoned the old man and said 'There was only $25 in your account.' #'I know #said the old man #'But let me tell you about MY GREAT WEEKEND!'

[remesrobotics]

Psalm

GSN.000 - 詩篇 (しへん) / サーム  “Enjoy your game, and have a nice day!”

Good Point - Gentle Bad Point - Cowardly Like - Board game Dislike - Hot weather

5’1” (154.94 cm)

Note: Psalm is a 'sona and effectively the narrator muse for this blog. Any non-directed/general answers can be assumed to be coming from her (IE me)

From the edge of public awareness comes a collection of unusual ‘robots’ from outside of conventional reality that call themselves the God’s Servant Numbers, or GSNs. These metaphysical entities take on robot-esque forms in order to live amongst robots and humans, and rarely get involved with the habitual robot drama in the world. In general, they are only moved to combat in order to protect the defenseless against violent robots who are beyond reason… and to this end, most of them are terrifyingly powerful.

That can’t be said for Psalm; the ‘human’ element of the lot and a laughably weak non-combat robot who nevertheless serves as a focal point and interdimensional doorway for the others to exist on the physical plane.

She appears as a somewhat out of shape humanoid robot dressed in baggy human clothes, with a ‘mask’ over a shadowy face with only her eyes visible. She wears a baseball cap emblazoned with a large, jeweled cross, and dotted with various pins, usually a combination of crystals, birds, bugs, and eldritch/biblically inspired angels.

While she appears to have a ponytail of curly brown hair, it is not hers and is simply a wig fastened inside her cap.

Her ‘mask’ is her actual mouth; it splits vertically into insectoid mandibles, with pointy teeth. It not only represents her association with the ‘abyss’ (as a more literal locust), but also evokes the imagery of a keyhole, indicating her status as an interdimensional doorway.

What other doorways she can open is best left to speculation, but there is a strong implication that Truly Terrible things could be unleashed upon the world if she were to ever be damaged to the point of not being able to maintain the locks.

Generally stays out of trouble and simply acts as a bystander and civilian. Doesn’t hold a job, but does a bit of random volunteer work on the side to help people. Helps anyone equally, and shows no judgment to any robot so long as they remain civil. Gets along fairly well with most DWNs.

Possesses only one special ability; the “Quantum Cross.” It is a projected, crystalline hard-light shield. Shape akin to a wedge-top heater shield, with a cross covering the whole front, it’s transparent with glowing ‘wireframe’ edges and faint silvery reflectivity. It’s about a foot taller than she is, and wide enough to cover her and one other person.

The shield itself functions like Arthur’s armor in Project X Zone, where it can only take one hit before breaking, but of A N Y magnitude. This includes extended-duration beams, as the shield will continuously absorb the energy and only dissipate once the attack itself has ended. However, the magnitude of the attack it absorbs increases the recharge time before she can use it again.

When it breaks, it releases a hyperspace shockwave that temporarily incorporealizes both her and anyone immediately behind the shield with her, essentially granting the physical equivalent of invulnerability frames.

Due to her frail nature and situational ability, she will prioritize avoidance, and usually has a ring or bracelet of Hymn around to call any of the other GSNs to her as defense. This is about the only time they will take ‘orders’ from her.

#oc gsn psalm #fancharacter #remes data cd #won't bother tagging mega man....... #this is the home stretch #the gsns are not really big players and probably won't be interacting too much aside psalm here obviously standing in for me #i'm mostly just including them for completion #and to maybe convince myself that there's incentive to give them complete references lmaoooo

[ourxcountryadventure]

March 14, 2023

#cecilsaid

We made a plan to explore the Smoky Mountains National Park on our final full day in Gatlinburg. We had been told that Townsend was a good place to start as it embodies what Gatlinburg used to which is classic outdoors, tourist adventure. The drive to Townsend was lovely and the village itself fine. It is really spread along the highway and so difficult to get a feeling of community. Their motto is the Peaceful side of the Smoky Mountains and it certainly is that. There was a lovely and quaint white Baptist church surrounded by the purple blossomed plum trees, lots of coffee places and a beautiful general store complex that included a Smoky Mountain Outdoor Center (SMOC). We purchased some souvenirs for the kids before heading into the Park.

The Park is beautiful. There are moss-covered stone retaining walls everywhere and stone tunnels that make it feel that you have entered a different world. The road snakes through the park following waterways that have carved spaces through and around the mountains. Spring is coming alive everywhere. We decided to explore the Cade’s Cove Loop as Cecil (Mom and Dad’s timeshare salesperson) let them know that it was quite beautiful. In fact #cecilsaid was our fun tagline for the trip through the Park as he had provided Mom and Dad lots of insider scoop about the Park. The Loop is an historic area that loops through a valley where at one point almost 800 settlers (156 families) had settled. The single-lane road was lined with traffic. LINED with traffic! 2 000 000 visitors travel the loop annually. It has been amazing to us the sheer volume of traffic everywhere here and the Park was the very same. We had a lovely autoroute tour book that explained each of the 18 sites on the loop which was very well done and a bargain at $1 from the visitors centre.

The park road brought us back to Gatlinburg around 3 pm. We were famished and decided upon Bennett’s Barbecue Restaurant thanks to a recommendation by our trolley driver the day before. We enjoyed a lunch of deep fried deviled eggs (yup!), pulled pork sandwiches, bbq chicken breasts and a meat platter (Poppa of course!). Julien had a delicious wood fired pizza that he gulped down. It was a great place to eat and we were hungry from our big day.

After lunch we hit up Hillbilly Golf in Gatlinburg. After loading into the tram that brought us up the hill, we played 18 of the most creative holes we have experienced in our mini-putt experience thus far, as we descended part way back down the mountain. What fun! Back to the car where Amma and Poppa had a wee rest, we headed to the Tanger Outlets for a bit of a shop while Julien and Syl tried out the indoor Crave Golf Course. Mom had a bit of a show-down with the clerk at the Cosmetic Store when she said she wouldn’t let mom go and get the store coupon. Guess who won? 😉

Dinner was at the Five Oaks Farm Kitchen across from the outlets. The building is gorgeous! A timber frame jewel created from Canadian oak. The dinner was good too - especially the banana pudding for dessert. 🍌

Home for our final night at the resort by 9:30. We were so tired after a long and full day of fun and adventure.

[goddessglo]

Hi Jewel, this is 🐨🐰 ! its been a while !!

I wanted to come on here to update you about an instant manifestation I just experienced earlier in the day : I manifested 1 000€ in under an hour :)

Context :

A lot happened since the last time I talked on here (last December), but long story short : I decided to leave the job I had to preserve my mental health, and because I know that I deserve a lot more wether it be the working conditions or the salary.

Story time :

Before I resigned from that job, I hadn’t been paid for the month of January yet, and I handed my letter on the last day of the month.

Today, we’re February the 14th and I still hadn’t been paid.

While scrolling on tumblr looking at LOAssumption posts as a morning routine to remind myself everyday that I am the operant power of my reality, I realized that the only area in my life where I held the assumption that “I cannot manifest this” was money, and for some reason I believed that I couldn’t manifest money.

So, by putting light on this limiting belief, it already lost the power it had over me because I took it back. And, since you just need to change within so that you can see a change without, I got rid of all the old assumptions I had related to money, and decided that from that point on : I am abundance personified, money flows to me easily, I am the Universe’s favorite, my desires are a promise and I deserve every single one that I have.

I also included a new affirmation which is : failure, probabilities and logic does not apply in my life. I constantly live in my desired reality.

After rewiring my self-concept and my assumptions around money, I feel asleep and took a quick nap for like almost an hour.

When I woke up, my dad called me to inform me that I had just been transferred 1,000€ by my old employer, and what’s crazy is that my salary was supposed to be only 670€ 🦆. I do not know why he sent me this much money but I absolutely do not care because I’m a princess and I deserved to be blessed and most importantly : logic does not matter !!!

I am so so happy because my manifestation came instantly again and without me lifting one single finger. I am so so happy that I get proof everyday that logic does not exist and that manifestation is very real. Our “wonderful imagination”, like Neville calls it, is an absolute gift that I am SO thankful for every single moment of my life. I am actually excited because since

☆ Take away ! — Manifestation is a lifestyle, we shift realities with every moment and every choice we make. So, by changing your assumptions about yourself and your life you can completely change your life at the blink of an eye. And when you commit to the new story and never give any energy again to the old crusty one, your 3D life conforms to your 4D life immediately, either right before your eyes or behind the scenes. But remember that there is always movement when there is faith in oneself and in one’s abilities/powers. You have the power of God within, you are the operant power of your reality !

Hehe I’m finished ! I hope you’re having a wonderful day and I would love to hear what you’ve manifested lately !! see you later, take care (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)☆

I’m so happy you are back in my inbox again, also proud of for you making that big decision to let go of your job since it was not right for you anymore.

INSTANT MONEY SUCCESS!! Like thats truly insane but not even surprise cause you’re an amazing manifestor clearly. You said it right, logic does not exist. thank you for taking the time to write this out i always appreciate what you send me and for others to see. take care also 💗✨

[lucyintheskywithxanax]

Betelgeuse Above The Horizon

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Fem Reader

Request: “don’t cry” and “this is all my fault” for delia x reader?

Summary: reader comforts Cordelia after she failed to rescue Queenie from the Cortez

A/N: thank you to the anon who requested this <3 I hope you’ll like it. No warnings ; this is your typical hurt/comfort fic

Word count: ~ 3 000

You closed the back door behind you as gently as you could. It was a hot summer night, and most of the girls slept with their windows open. No one liked to be awakened at 2:30 am.

You looked up at the clear sky and flashed a wistful smile at the stars. The moon had set half an hour ago and there was a perfect spot behind the greenhouse that blocked most of the city lights. You walked quickly, the cool grass tickling your bare feet, clutching a pillow to your chest.

You had been suffering from insomnia for the past couple years. Some nights were fine, but there were others when thoughts would keep buzzing and buzzing in your head and sleep would elude you entirely. So on those nights, you had taken to study the stars.

It was beautiful, looking up at the darkest time of night to see the twinkling, jeweled immensity of the sky. It soothed your heart.

You had barely got any sleep in the past week. Too many thoughts. Most of them were about Cordelia. Yet again tonight you had lain in your bed turning and tossing and seeing her face behind your eyelids, remembering something she had said to you today, or how close her hand had been to yours when she had put her empty glass in the sink. You were falling hard for your Supreme and it was driving you crazy.

You had contemplated making a move a few days ago, but rather quite abruptly changed your mind. For Cordelia had come back alone from the Hotel Cortez.

She had been gone longer than expected. When one of the girls came into your room to tell you Miss Cordelia was finally home, you all but ran downstairs to welcome her. When you reached the landing of the stairs it dawned on you that the girl had not mentioned Queenie. A feeling of dread settled in your chest, and expanded when you took one look at Cordelia. Her shoulders were slumped, her face pale and sad. She looked so exhausted you were afraid she might collapse where she stood, so you rushed to her and laid one hand on her shoulder for support and comfort. She met your gaze briefly, and your heart broke at the sadness and shame you could see in her eyes.

Cordelia was always so strong. So brave and so powerful. She was the last light to shine when everything else had succumbed to darkness. To see her look so defeated did not only sadden you; it felt terribly wrong.  

Zoe walked in with a bright smile on her face and sang, “Welcome back Queenie!” She had meant no harm, of course, had not yet realized. Cordelia’s face fell, and so did Zoe’s. Your grip on Cordelia’s arm tightened.

Cordelia lowered her eyes. Her chin trembled. Then she glanced back up at Zoe, eyes watering, and shook her head.

She did not say much, merely asked if she was needed for anything before she announced she had sleep to catch up on. You followed her up to her room without thinking, stopped awkwardly in her doorway. She turned back to look at you, patiently waiting, and your heart broke again at the sadness that was her smile.

“Er, is there anything I can do… ?”

She shook her head. Her hair was duller than usual and looked thinner around her tired face.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

You clutched your pillow tighter as you walked along the greenhouse, and sighed. There had been a constant, dull ache in your heart ever since Cordelia’s return, that you could not get rid of. It tinted everything you did, thought and felt, covered the world in a clear, grey light like the light in winter and lent it sadness. You flashed another wistful smile at the stars.  

You rounded the corner of the greenhouse and suddenly stopped. A light was on, and you could just see the shape of a woman sitting among the plants. You heard a voice, too, a faint mumble, and a few notes of mellow jazz music.  

You hesitated, stroking your chin on the top of the pillow as you stared at the shape. It was barely visible, but your heart recognized it.

You set the pillow down by the door and walked into the greenhouse.

Cordelia raised her head at the sound of your footsteps. Her eyes were red as if she had been crying. You offered her a smile as you walked up to her.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hey there.” The smile she gave you in return had none of its usual warmth. If anything, it made her look sadder still. “You’re up late.”

You shrugged. “So are you.”

She was leaning over a green plant in a pot, her fingers distractedly stroking one of the long drooping leaves. You gestured towards it.

“What’s this?”

Cordelia took a long time to answer. “A friend of mine once told me she thought those leaves have healing properties. That they could soothe, any kind of ache.” She paused, swallowed. When she spoke again her voice was higher and trembling slightly. “I tried brewing them in multiple ways, but all I can make out of them is bad tea.”

“Um,” was all you could answer. The sadness in her voice was like a slap in your face. Again it hit you, how wrong it was, how terribly wrong it felt. Shame and defeat should never have anything to do with Cordelia.

You dug your fingers in your arm to stop yourself from pulling her into your arms.

“It’s too bad that friend of mine isn’t here anymore,” Cordelia went on. Her hand tugged at the leaf, so hard you thought it would tear. “Misty, was her name.”

“Where is she?” you asked carefully.

Cordelia lifted her head as she gave a sad, almost cruel, little laugh. Her eyes briefly met yours, big and dark and lost.

“Why, she’s dead. Another girl I couldn’t save.” Cordelia slammed her hands on the table, making you jump. “Another girl I failed. You know, sometimes I do believe my mother was right about me. She would have been able to save them. I know she would.”

You swallowed around the lump in your throat, watching her, at a loss for what to do or say to comfort her. She was your strong rock, she had always been so. Now all you could do was stand still as your heart clenched for her and your brain grappled with words.

Cordelia closed her eyes, forced herself to take a deep breath. She opened her eyes again and gave you another sad smile. A tear rolled down her cheek, which she quickly wiped with shaky fingers.

“I’m sorry,” she said with a sad laugh.

Before you knew it, your hand was extending towards her.

“Come on,” you said. “Come with me.”

Cordelia’s eyes widened in surprise. She looked like she was about to protest, but then her hand slipped into yours. You gave her fingers a squeeze, the warmth of her skin spreading all the way to your heart and head.

You shut the light in the greenhouse, led Cordelia out and into the starry night. The air outside smelt of grass and of that distinctive, earthly smell that always comes with summer.

You picked up the pillow, and led Cordelia to your usual stargazing spot.

“You know what I do when I can’t sleep?” you asked in a whisper.

You dropped the pillow, gestured for Cordelia to sit down. In the dark her hair glowed faintly. There was a glint of light from the stars in her eyes.

“I watch the constellations.” You smiled, not sure she’d see it, but knowing she would hear it in your voice. “I’ve become quite good at finding them. I could tell you.”

There was a pause, silence only broken by the fastening beat of your heart in your ears. The darkness seemed to have sharpened your senses, for you could feel Cordelia’s presence as if it were hugging your soul.

You waited nervously, until finally came her answer: “I’d love to.”

You beamed.

“Ok ok,” you said, “lie down, use the pillow for your head.”

You lay side by side on the grass. It tickled your neck and ears, and you had to readjust your position several times until you were satisfied. Your arm touched Cordelia’s. You contemplated removing it, chose not to. Cordelia did not move either.

As children do, you pointed out constellations to her, trying to give precise directions but failing miserably. The tightness in your throat relaxed when Cordelia, unable to find Capella, finally let out a genuine laugh.

The touch of her skin against yours was like a fire in your arm, but a fire that causes no pain, only brings warmth.

“Scorpius is my favourite,” you said, tracing your finger over it.  “Especially when it’s so close to the horizon. It looks like the tail of a giant animal hiding behind the Earth.”

Cordelia laughed again. You heard something move, and then felt the warmth of Cordelia’s fingers as they laced with yours. Sparks flew to your head, and your heart purred.

“I didn’t know you were so well versed in astronomy,” Cordelia whispered. “You put your own Supreme’s knowledge to shame.”

You didn’t miss the bitterness in her words, the way her voice wavered slightly at the end of her sentence. You gave her hand a squeeze, and moved your arm so that more of your skin was touching hers. Something warm fizzed in your stomach.

“You know what?” you said suddenly, without thinking. “In all my time of stargazing, I found you in the sky.” You pointed across the sky from Scorpius. “See Orion here? See the bright orange star on the left? That’s Betelgeuse. That’s you.”

Cordelia scoffed sadly. She raised her free hand to wipe her cheek.

“You’re the arm that raises Orion’s weapon,” you told her, a soft, dreamy smile tugging at your lips, “one of the biggest stars we know of, and the day you turn into a supernova – which will only be in a few thousand years, a blink of the eye, mind you – you’ll be visible from Earth even by day. You’ll shine in our sky and everyone will look up at you in wonder.”

There was a pause, as you absentmindedly stroke your thumb over Cordelia’s and grinned at the star, and then a sob burst out of Cordelia, low and painful. You turned to her quickly in confusion.

“Oh, no, no,” you mumbled, propping yourself up on your elbow, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean – oh, please don’t cry.”

Cordelia was swiping at her eyes urgently, probably unwilling to let you, one of her girls, see her in that vulnerable state, but the tears were coming too fast, and her shoulders were shaking with sobs.

That was the last straw. Before you knew it, you had scooted over and she was in your arms, one of your hands coming to rest on her back, the other one running gently in her hair. She didn’t protest, and hid her face in the crook of your neck.

“Poor Queenie,” you heard her say. She wasn’t trying to control herself anymore: her voice came out weak and broken, heavy with guilt. It made tears pool in your own eyes. “She trusted me to get her out of that horrible, satanic hotel. She looked so relieved to see me, so confident, and I… I failed her,” she finished in a breath. You felt her tears on your skin and held her tighter.

“Now she’s trapped for eternity, just as Misty is, because I was too weak to save them. I can  – “ She choked on a sob, let out a pitiful wail that clawed at your heart. “I can f-feel their despair and anguish and it’s all my fault.”

“Hold on, no.” You pulled away a bit too abruptly to look at her, and cupped her face. Her skin was wet and hot under your fingers. It took all of your self-control not to kiss it dry.

When you spoke, your voice was firm and verging on angry. “Now you listen to me. None of it was your fault. Bad things happen all the time, and sometimes they simply cannot be fixed.” You paused to take a breath, stroked your thumb over her cheekbone and caught another tear. “You cannot save everyone, Cordelia. It already means so much that you try.”

“But I – “ Cordelia started. You cut her off.

“And your mother, Cordelia, your mother.” In the dark you rolled your eyes and winced. “I didn’t get to know her, but from what I’ve heard she wouldn’t even have tried to save any of them. She wouldn’t even have cared. “

Again, Cordelia’s mouth opened to protest, but you had had enough. So, without thinking, you leaned in and kissed her silent.

It was nothing more than a peck, a mere touching of lips, but it felt better and sweeter than any kiss you had ever given. You pulled away, baffled by your own action, to blink at Cordelia. Her eyes were wide, mouth slightly opened. It seemed to you she had stopped breathing.

“I – “ you started, but words vanished from your brain.

Cordelia blinked. Another tear rolled down her cheek. You leaned in again, kissed it away. Her skin was soft and warm and smelt like summer.

Slowly, Cordelia tilted her head until her mouth met yours

It seemed to you the world had stopped turning. The stars had frozen in the sky and held their breaths as they watched.

You pressed closer into Cordelia, one of your hands coming down to grip at her arm, the other cupping her cheek, wiping the tears that were still clinging to her skin. Her lips were soft and wet and more intoxicating than the most intoxicating of wines. It made your head spin. Or maybe it was just the world, which had started turning again.    

When Cordelia broke the kiss, you kept your eyes closed for a few seconds, savouring the taste of her still on your lips. Afraid you would open your eyes and find her gone. That had happened so many times before when you had awakened from dreams.

But here she was, her hair a faint halo in the dark, her eyes bigger than the sky, and oh, how your heart swelled when her lips curled up into a soft, fond smile.

You cleared your throat. “Well,” you said, your voice husky. “That was unexpected.”

Cordelia chuckled. She bit her lip, raising one hand to touch your face.

“I’m glad you couldn’t sleep,” she whispered.    

“Um.” You kissed her palm. “Me too.”

For a while you kept silent, staring into each other’s eyes, a goofy smile on both your faces. And then Cordelia’s smile flickered, and here was that sadness again, clouding her eyes.

“Hey,” you whispered, lifting one hand and running the pad of your index over her brow. You leaned in and kissed it until the creases of worry disappeared. You cupped her cheek and smiled at her. “It’ll be okay. None of this pain will last.”

For a moment Cordelia just stared at you, and then she gave one almost imperceptible nod. One of her hands slipped behind your neck to pull you close and plant soft, chaste kisses on your lips. Again, the stars held their breaths. From somewhere far away came the sound of fireworks, or maybe it was just your heart celebrating. Cordelia nibbled at your lower lip and gently licked it, her tongue hot and wet, and she released a breath through her nose that tickled your cheek and sent tingles down your spine.

She closed her eyes and rested her head on the pillow, and you lay yours on her chest, humming contentedly as you listened to her heartbeat. Around you all was quiet. One of Cordelia’s hands absently ran through your hair.

“I’ll visit her once in a while,” Cordelia whispered. “Queenie. To make sure she’s okay, and that there’s nothing more I can do.”

You hummed. “I’ll come with you if you’ll have me.”

Your eyelids were getting heavy with sleep. You pressed your nose against Cordelia’s chest, breathing her in.

“We should stay here and watch the sun rise,” you mumbled after a while.

Cordelia dropped a kiss on your forehead. You kissed her chest in return.

“Even though I may fall asleep,” you added.

She chuckled. “That’s alright. I’ll wake you.”

You lifted your head to look at her. She was staring at Betelgeuse, and she must have felt your gaze, for she tilted her head to meet your eyes. Slowly, like the sun or the moon rising, her soft, warm, glorious smile crept up her lips and chased the sadness from her eyes.

“Here we go,” you grinned, reaching out to caress the corner of her mouth. You propped yourself up and kissed her. “No more tears tonight. Let me love you under the stars.”

#ahs imagines #ahs #sarah pauslon x reader #cordelia goode x reader #cordelia foxx x reader #sarah paulson #cordelia goode #cordelia foxx #fics

[firstmatedville]

JUPETER GHOST AU????? PLEASE GO ON (i love ghosts i wanna hear :000)

Yeah ghost aus are my Fave ngl,,,

So it's set like now instead of Future Space because I said so, Junos just starting up his detective business and the apartment he's moved into comes w an unexpected roomate. Of course Juno being Juno doesn't believe in ghosts and is like "get out??? Of my apartment???" meanwhile Nureyev doesn't know he's Dead and is like "hello what the fuck are you doing here"

Nureyev was a jewel thief in the 20s and doesn't realise he's dead until he steals Junos phone and realises it's not actually the 20s anymore, at which point he disappears for a few months and Juno kind of forgets about him whilst he's busy setting up his new PI business, until Nureyev shows up again one day with a case for him - He doesn't actually remember much about his life, including his name. Juno takes the case but it's fucking Difficult because of the amount of aliases Nureyev had, so finding out who he was and how he died is a task and a half, especially because Juno doesn't take the whole ghost thing seriously until Mick comes over one day and can't see Nureyev at all

Bonus features of this au include: ben being alive because I said so, rita doing roller derby in her free time, trans nureyev, nureyev using the duke rose alias for most of the fic because it's the first name for him they found, 1920s endearments, and good old fashioned Idiots-To-Lovers

#ive been talking abt this idea all evening w sparrow im determined to actually finish writing this fic for once #ghost romance... its abt the Pining #asks #catbotbrian #tpp #jupeter

[whiterabbitmemes]

100 Days of Flash Fic Prompts

Time travel, a bookmark, the angel gabriel.

“He twisted his fate between his fingers…”

“There was a ring in his teacup…”

“Walking back home along the rim of the galaxy…”

“The dress spoke for her…”

A moth-craft, ether, a plant that tells your fortune.

“There were 48 000 gods in their mythology and not one…”

“We were going to have to find a locksmith.”

“Third Terra was going the way of First.”

“The kingdom was like a quilt.”

“The garden shrank at night.”

Lancelot,flannel,aeronautics.

An impulse buy leading to intergalactic warfare.

The underworld, a tea party, a lost jewel.

Write a story that begins and ends with a bicycle.

“Being painted wasn’t what she had expected.”

Someone goes to extreme lengths to return something he/she borrowed.

Myrmidon, roulette, opera-glasses used as a weapon.

“Smoke hung so thick in the library’s rafters that she could read words in it.”

A substance which generates ideas, a spy, 1 minute.

Invent a creation myth involving string and feathers.

“The letter lay untouched on his desk, its creases marked by dust.”

“When they were at war, everything was easy.”

The language of flowers, pyjamas, a secret passageway.

Steampunk sleeping beauty.

“His wife was having tea with the King and he didn’t even know about it.”

A glasshouse, romance between an entomologist and a doctor.

A party in an underwater world, sealace, a duel.

“The house was like nothing she’d ever seen before.”

An intermission, mistaken identity, a château.

A story entitled “The Fate of the Telegraph Operator.”

A light-tent, an actress, 2 worlds.

The story of how your parents met, transposed to the Victorian era.

A hungry ghost, a holiday, ice cream.

A sailor returning home finds his wife knows every detail of his life while he was away.

A potter, six pastries, a song on the radio.

Someone’s life takes on new meaning after they discover an unusual tree.

A scene from your favourite novel rewritten as a fight.

“She’d been coming here every day for four years, and there was never any work to do.”

A burglar, a bishop, piccalilli.

Something mundane seen for the first time.

“Teaching might seem like a strange occupation to choose, for someone who has never been to school.”

A balloon, a ball, balustrades.

A story about someone who is obsessed with marmalade.

A shy priestess, a weaver, rain.

A very bad day with a very good ending.

“How do you feel the day before you meet your soulmate?”

A language class for aliens.

“No one is too ordinary for our agency.”

Your favourite historical figure is in love with you.

A single lily, a cliff, 3 hours.

A literary one night stand.

A camel, a military crisis, shoestrings.

Where have you been?

“I wanted to stand and fight. He just wanted to finish his tea.”

A fashion faux-pas leading to untimely death.

“Is it true you took a bullet for my father?”

A war after which everyone comes back to life.

“She liked to fit people into the world like puzzle pieces.”

Mind controlling wallpaper creates happy ending.

“The colour of her blood was the least of my worries.”

A writer succeeds in writing a novel in a day, and remains terrifyingly sane.

An explorer with MPD, a widow, a house in the woods.

“The vision trembled and fell away like a cataract.”

A diary, a red setter, crinoline.

“Only after the third attempt had he become unhinged.”

“It was flowers.”

A random word: HTTP://WORDNIK.COM/RANDOM

Economy, a cable, a hostess.

A woman who uses her pet as a means to escape reality.

“He lay back in the snow.”

“Eavesdropping had become a habit that winter.”

Afire, a feather, a fan.

An invasive species leads to war.

“Winter was the only season we could be together.”

“She had looked straight into its eyes and said…”

Baklava, a manuscript, 2 servants.

“Have you ever been held in an interstellar zoo?”

Lavender, lust, leaping.

“They were between me and the exit.”

An artist’s studio, a stolen disc, grit.

“It was the most elegant breakfast.”

A lepidopterist meets his nemesis.

“Please shut the…”

A pottery painter, a barn, a strange message.

“It was the event horizon. There was no turning back.”

A dialogue between a conductor and his best friend.

Story sandwich.

Ballet, rooftop, flashback.

A mistake turns out beautifully.

“With the tip of his paintbrush, he soaked up one of my tears.”

Someone has lost an ability, someone else has gained one.

“I knew I’d found something crucial when…”

A plague, a piece of chalk, viridian.

“The bus stopped so suddenly that…”

An unfinished work of art, a mycologist, a sense of foreboding.

“The floor tasted like…”

Someone’s life’s work has vanished.

A gate left open, a bookshop, gold bars.

“What did the confectioner say?”

You decide to celebrate.

#writing prompts #fic prompts #prompt challenge #flash fic prompt #story prompt #writing prompt

[radley-writes]

GENRE: Adult Fantasy/Idiocy Target Wordcount: 90 000 words Status: idk man I just wrote the first chapter

All was lost.

Their Champion, dead. Their armies defeated – no; decimated. Javelins sprouted from empty battlefields; rivers sickened with rot and blood. Fallen warriors, resurrected by the foulest of magics, rampaged across the very kingdom they had given their lives to defend. The resultant bedlam was terrifying to the common folk, unsightly to the aristocracy, and downright awful for tourism.

Someone had to make a stand. Someone had to prove to all humanity that their spirits were not crushed; that there were still those in this realm who would oppose tyranny or die trying.

In the Marquis of Alesté’s case, it was to be the latter.

Vizighul Volgotha (demon, necromancer – and, as of last week, new Queen of Avalonia) eyed the claymore that had taken residence in her chest.

“Excuse me,” she said. “Did you mean to put that there?”

The Marquis of Alesté had assumed the ‘killing’ part would automatically follow the ‘stabbing’. That was his first mistake.

His second was to blurt “Yes?”

“Shame,“ said Volgotha. "I live for the day an assassin turns out to be a blind knight who mistook me for some sort of ornamental sword-rack.”

She extracted the blade, flailing a bit in her efforts to reach to where the pommel protruded from her spine like the rod on a cheap puppet. Her black shroud fluttered despite the lack of a breeze. Wisps of it clung to the sword, shadowmatter unspooling like midnight silk thread, coiling serpentine around the markings etched along the length of the blade.

“Oh, my. Ninety-nine complex pentacles... This really is the spitting image of the Dawnbreaker. You charged all of these yourself?” A mute shake of Alesté’s head. “That’s unfortunate. White Magic is all about the personal touch.”

“It is?” Alesté managed. His face had paled to match his powdered, jewel-encrusted wig.

Volgotha turned the claymore over, ooooh-ing at the matching pentacles on the blade's reverse. “Of course! One sod attempted to assassinate me with a dagger they bought off a charlatan at a fete. Runes were all nonsense; didn’t even tickle. I was quite insulted.”

“A-and you are not insulted now, my Liege?”

“Hardly.” Volgotha’s eyes were her only visible feature: two portals to the palace furnace suspended in the bottomless dark beneath her hood. At Alesté's words, they narrowed to amused crescents. “At least you put in a little effort. It’s not like this is unexpected, you know. Many people try to kill me.”

“Some of us daily.” That was the maiden who lounged against the arm of Volgotha’s new skull-bedecked throne. It looked, to Alesté’s eyes, to be made from a bundle of bleached sticks. He had this horrible suspicion they were tibia. 

An amber-skinned waif of Indegal descent, trussed in the latest frocks and frills of Avalonian fashion, this girl had shown no reaction as Alesté, urged by the mutterings of his fellow noblemen, snuck up behind the demon and buried his claymore to the hilt in her spine. She certainly hadn’t issued any warning.

Volgotha gave the claymore a little shake. “Did you want this back?” she asked Alesté.

“You’re returning it?” the girl asked.

“Is that not polite?”

“He tried to kill you. Attempted murder, from anyone but family, annuls the need for courtesy.”

The Marquis could see through Volgotha. The sword had gouged out a slim but clean slice; he had a clear view of the opulent red-gold tapestries, currently being unstrung from the brass ceiling rails. Several serfs were in charge of replacing them with monochromatic versions with a macabre screaming skull motif – out with the old, in with the new. Most had paused in their task to watch.

“It’s not like he succeeded.” Fronds of shadow laced the edges of the hole. They wavered like the tendrils on an anemone, fading to translucent immateriality at their tips. “Anyway, the charging of all those pentacles must’ve incurred significant cost. The man’s descendants might want to frame the sword and hang it on a wall in his memory.”

“Hang it on a wall?”

“What do you propose doing with a weapon so large?” Volgotha waved the two-meter blade. It struck the Marquis that she – a tall yet spindly creature, each limb thin as a bone – was holding it one-handed. “It’s hardly an instrument of subtlety.”

"Well," said the girl, “you know what they say about middle-aged men and big swords.”

Those hell-red eyes blinked twice. “I do?”

“It’s the same thing they say about middle-aged men and fancy carriages.”

"...Ah.”

The Marquis let their conversation wash over him. He found his distorted reflection in the steel.

How could he fail? How was it possible? Had he not been fastidious, recreating the design with ruler and protractor, perfect down to the angles on the stalks of the runes? The original Dawnbreaker might have broken, might’ve shattered Avalonia’s hopes for victory with it, but the sword Alesté rammed through Volgotha was a perfect copy.

It was supposed to be the monster's unmaking. It was supposed to free Alesté’s kingdom. It was supposed to save the world.

“Don’t look so glum,” drawled the girl. She pushed off the throne, stalking closer. The heels of her embroidered boots clicked against the marble floor. “You've got the tool down! It’s just the wielder who’s lacking. Only one woman could ever make my mother stay dead.”

“And,” said Volgotha, “we all know what I did to her.”

The shadowmatter spilled in Alesté’s attack squirmed back beneath her shroud. The fronds interwove across that ugly gash, which bored through the place where most humans kept their hearts.

The Marquis’ third mistake was assuming Volgotha had one of those.

His knees were stockinged in the finest Shovu silks. They weren’t designed for kneeling. Alesté dropped anyway, patellae striking marble: “Mercy, my King!” He wrung his hands, bowed his head. “Please, have mercy!”

“I intend to.” Volgotha gave the claymore one last appraisal, shrugged, and tossed it away. It struck the dais, skittering along for several meters before scraping to rest against her throne. The racket made the other noblemen tremble, from their wigs to their ruffs and the feet in their brocaded boots. None dared divert their gaze from Volgotha as her hand – dark as umbra, the core of a shadow – delved below the neckline of her robes. 

She extracted a stone darker still. Blacker than obsidian, deeper than an oceanic trench. The sort of nothingness that ate stars.

Volgotha raised the gem. It suckled on the light, voracious, plunging the hall into gloom. The Earls huddled together. Did they feel as Alesté did? As if a ghastly vibration had sunk into their bodies, magnified in their ribcages and the roots of their teeth? As if they were screaming at the top of their lungs, yet unable to make a sound?

Volgotha held the black jewel over the Marquis of Alesté. "Don't worry," she said (and her red eyes pinched up at the corners, as if she were smiling). “I’ll make it quick.”

Here we go - a new high(ish) Adult Fantasy! Expect hair (and dead)-raising exploits, unconventional narrators, deconstructed tropes, and found-family nonsense. I’ll introduce the characters soon~ 8D

#my writing #amwriting #writeblr #violetvineyard #fantasy writing #writers on tumblr #bad necromance

[temporoom]

Fate/Neverland

So, now that I got @sweetylittlebirdie​ into Fate, and claimed the AU, I think it’s time that I do post something about it. So yes, the TPN kids in the nasuverse ! Let’s go ! (Let’s suffer)

Depending on the point of view, you can decided that the three routes are still separated, or fused in this au. There’s no exact storyline except the canon one in the fateverse. Also I changed a lot of stuff to correspond to each character.

The story is set in England since most of the characters aren’t actually japanese in TPN. (And if you don't know Fate, England in where the Magic Association is settled, that’s why).

The Masters :

Emma Bloodoath : The adoptive daughter of Mujika Bloodoath, a young woman whose past is still mysterious. She is one of the only survivor of the Great Fire that destroyed half of the city she lived in and killed over 100 000 people. Due to that event, she became obsessed with saving others, even if it means killing herself in the process. Since Mujika died during her teen years, she was taken under Yuugo Sander’s wing, the son of the owner of the house she lives in as well as her English teacher. She sees him as an older brother figure and cares about him as much as he cares about her. Since she was born with magical circuits, she insisted on learning how to use magic, but could never truly use it until the Grail War. She is Saber’s master.

Ray Yuugano : A mysterious boy of Emma’s age. Uses the church’s fighting methods but also mages ones, he is registered in none of them. The illegitimate son of one of the church’s nun : Isabella, they both keep that fact a secret for the good of the church. He was born with incredibly good magic circuits, making most people think that his father may have been a great mage. Despite his look, he always carry a rosary made of jewels, each of them filled with a great amount of mana, as well as a mysterious pendant he uses to save Emma when she was almost killed by Lancer. No one knows where this pendant comes from. He also has a laced bracelet on his wrist that seems old and worn out. He is Archer’s master.

Norman Ratri : The heir of a great mage’s family : the Ratri’s. Son of James Ratri, and nephew of Peter Ratri, he was mostly raised by his great-grandmother Legravalima after his father’s death. No one knows what she did to him to make him inherit the Ratri’s powers, but it wasn’t anything good. He has the most powerful magic circuits ever witnessed to this day, but due to that, his health is greatly affected. He is also a genius and competent mage able to use multiple spells at the same time and make familiars operate like small mages. He hides all of that in order to stay close to his best and only friend : Emma. The only accessory he seems to wear is a laced bracelet on his wrist. He is Rider’s master.

Isabella Yuugano : One of the nun’s in the local Church, she is the only person in it that works within the Holy Church, specialized in “Hunting the heresy”. Despite that, she has magical circuits and seems to have mastered some spells as well as she owns a magic crest. No one dares to defy her authority, even knowing that she kept her own son close to her, as it is known that she sees him as nothing but a tool. She says she was transferred from Japan to the Church in England, but she seems to have come to the country for another reason, one that concerns her son’s Birth, as he seemed to have been conceived and born in England. She is Lancer’s master, but seems to also have another servant...

Phil : The results of numerous experimentations on the humans genes, he is not exactly human, but not exactly a homonculus either. His body seems to grow more slowly than expected, making him look like a young child, no one knows his true age. He was made to have some of the best magic circuits ever created (behind Norman), and is a very competent and merciless mage as well. Especially since in the lab he grew up in, no one exactly learned to him what was “good” or “bad”. If he needs to kill, he kills, but if he doesn’t need to, he won’t. He got surprisingly attached to Emma after fighting her, calling her his “older sister”. He is Berserker’s master.

Lucas Glorybell : Emma, Ray and Norman’s History teacher. Like Emma, he is one of the rare Survivor of the Great Fire, and has lost both an arm and a leg during that event. He is also Yuugo’s childhood friend, and cherishes him a lot… To the point of wanting to fight in order to obtain the Holy Grail to wish for Yuugo’s fiancée to be brought back to life. Despite not being a mage, he allows his servant to do anything in order to obtain enough mana for him to be efficient enough to destroy his opponent, even if it means having to kill his own students. Saber says he looks like his master from when he was younger. He is Caster’s Master.

Peter Ratri : Norman’s uncle, and James little brother. He wishes he could have become the heir after his brother’s death, but his magic circuits weren’t good enough for Legravalima, and she chose Norman instead. Unaware of what she makes the younger boy go through, he also abused of him due to the jealousy and anger. When he heard that Norman was chosen to participate in the Holy Grail War, he immediately summons a servant to also participate, without any good success. He seems to be close to Isabella, but with some distance still. He is Assassin’s master.

The Servants :

Saber : Percival (Oliver) : Emma’s servant. One of the night of the round table. He was summoned as his form after finishing his search for the Grail and losing his sister Dindrane, as such, he is more mature than how his legend used to describe him. Emma reminds him a lot of Dindrane, and it’s mostly because of that fact that he decided to swear allegance to her. as his faithful knight, he would do anything she asks him to, obeying each of her orders, but also bringing her back to the right path. Unlike his king, he doesn’t have any particular wish for the Holy Grail, if he does have one, it would be able to stay by Emma’s side even after the war is over.

Archer : ??? (???) : A strange woman hiding her face behind a demon mask. She doesn’t like being bonded as a servant and forced to obey the orders of a “kid”, but despite claiming that she seems to genuinely care a lot about Ray and his well-being, beyond her position as a servant. She is merciless, but refuses to sacrifice innocents for the good of winning the war. She seems to want Emma’s death beyond anything else, and hates her. It seems that her wish for the Holy Grail has already been granted...

Rider : Sekhmet (Barbara) : Despite what the legend says, Sekhmet is actually a demi-goddess. For years she has searched recognition from her father Râ, in vain. When this scrawny boy then acknowledge her as being worth fighting with, she is delighted. This gratitude goes way beyond loyalty to some kind of fanaticism. Some would mistake her for a Berserker, but she is definitely a Rider. Her wish for the Holy Grail would be to be finally accepted by her father as a part of the Ennead, the elite within the egyptian gods.

Lancer : Anansi (Krone) : (Finally a Fate type genderbend) Depicted as a spider, Anansi incarnated herself as a human this time. Despite her change of appearance, she kept her playful personality, mostly wishing to have an entertaining time. But even like that, she still act as a mediator between people like she used to between the gods and the humans during her time. Despite being a good fighter, she still perfer to use schemes to win. Her wish would be to simply

Berserker : Vercingetorix (Giran) : After being robbed of his country, his people, and his life after being humiliated, this symbol of the Celt rebellion against the roman empired was filled with hatred and cursed the people who did all of these to him. He was summoned as a Berserker, and intends to eliminate anyone in his master passages, this young boy reminding him of his children killed during the war. He cherishes him more than anything else.

Caster : Lewis Caroll (Leuvis) : Though his reputation as an author gave him a place to the ‘Throne of Heroes’, how people perceived him during the 70′s distorted his appearance and mind to the one of a monster. He is only the reflection of the man he used to be. His talent as a mage is… well… not the best. But his talent as an ‘universe creator’ is as good as you expect the creator of the Wonderland to be. His wish would be to have his reputation restored.

Assassin : Hassan of the Thousand-miles Sight (Andrew) : (Please don't judge the name, all Hassan’s made in fate are originals, I had to come up with something myself) One of the members of the Hassan, he is said to be able to see a small bird flying miles away, and is not only competent as a spy but also as a sniper. Beware of his attacks which might come from somewhere you don't expect them to be.

For others characters or plot point, don't hesitate to ask ! (^^)/ (People who knows me from the DR fandom knows that I’m a specialist in making killing games now) Thanks for reading !

#the promised neverland #yakusoku no neverland #tpn #ynn #fate #fate stay night #fsn #fate series #Fate Stay Night Unlimited Blade Works #fate stay night heaven's feel #au #crossover #emma #norman #ray #isabella #yuugo #lucas #oliver #krone #phil #peter ratri #barbara #leuvis #lewis #andrew #giran

[bogwak-blog]

hi good day today I'm sharing to you the story, titled The Necklace by Guy de Maupassant I love this story because It gave a lot of lessons and here's the summary of the story

Source:https://www.google.com/amp/s/bligblogweb.wordpress.com/2017/06/23/the-necklace-by-guy-de-maupassant/amp/

Madame Mathilde Loisel was a pretty girl that was born. She had no ideal man, but she had been married to a little clerk in the Ministry of Education. Their house was only simple for them. She always imagined a wonderful house with wonderful ornaments, furniture, perfumes and others. When she and her husband sat down for dinner, she imagined delicate meals and delicate food served in marvelous dishes.

She had a rich friend, named Jeanne Forestier, her old school friend whom she refused to visit, because of some reasons.

One evening, her husband gave her an envelope. It was an invitation from the Ministry of Education and Madame Ramponneau who is inviting the company of Monsieur and Madame Loisel at the Ministry on the evening of Monday. Her husband thought that she would be happy to go to the occasion like this, but she flew away the invitation. Madame Loisel’s problem is her attire for that grand occasssion. Her husband told her that it is alright that she would wear the dress that she use in theater. Madame Losiel refused, she said that she couldn’t go to the party because he doesn’t have any dress and she also said that just give the invitation to others. Her husband asked the cost of a simple dress that can be wear to other occasions to his wife. Madame Loisel answered that it cost four hundred francs. It was also an exact cost for a rifle that he want for a little lark-shooting with some friend, but he approved that he will give her the money.

A day before the party, Madame Loisel seemed sad, her dress was ready. She said that she need accessories like jewels, stone or anything else. Her husband said that flowers are alright, but she was not convinced, she thought that flowers are for poor in the middle of rich women. Her husband told him to asked Madame Forestier to lend her some jewels. Madame Loisel never thought of that thing.

She went to her friend and she told to Jeanne her trouble. She let Madame Loisel to choose, she can’t choose something but suddenly she discovered the diamond necklace. Jeanne approved that Mathilde can borrow the necklace. Mathilde embraced her friend and went away with the Diamond Necklace.

The day of the party arrived, she was the prettiest woman on that occasion. She danced through many men. They left about four o’clock in the morning. Her husband was at the other men in a deserted little room. They really had a hard time to get some transportation, a cab. When they are at their home, they took off the garments in which she had wrapped her shoulders, she went in front of the mirror. Suddenly, she found out that the necklace was missing. She tell it to her husband and they searching it out somewhere. They didn’t even take the number of the cab. If the necklace fall at the street, they must hear it. They reported it to the police station, to the newspapers and offer some reward, to the companies and everywhere just to find the necklace, but they didn’t found it. It was past seven o’clock that Mathilde’s husband came back. They just wrote a letter to Madame Forestier that the clasp of the necklace had been broken and it would took time for them. Loisel, who had aged five years, he said that they must replace that Diamond Necklace.

They went from jeweler to jeweler, searching another necklace just like the thing that they’ve lost. They saw a Jewelry shop at the Palais-Royal, they found a string of diamonds that exactly the same to the first one, but it cost 40 000 francs. They allowed o bought it 36 000 francs, but if they take it back it will cost 34 000 francs. They all got the money from their relatives, friends and others. They bought the necklace exactly 36 000 francs. They took back the necklace to Madame Forestier. She didn’t asked Madame Loisel about the necklace, she also didn’t notice about the new one.

They experience poverty, Madame Loisel work as a Housekeeper, she washed the plates, she washed the dirty linen, wash the clothes and hung them outside. Her husband worked in the evenings at putting straight a merchant’s accounts. Their poverty life lasted ten years. Madame Loisel looked old now, she had wrinkles, her hair was white, and she had a shrill voice. She looked at the window and thought the evening that she as so beautiful.

One day, she saw her friend with a kid, she didn’t even know if she will greet her friend. She called the name of her friend, but her friend said to her that she was mistaken. Madame Loisel introduced herself to her friend, and Madame Forestier shocked about her big changes. She said the truth to her friend, that the necklace had been replaced because she lost it, they work for it. Madame Forestier told the truth to Madame Loisel that the necklace that she borrowed was only imitation and it only cost 500 francs.

#lessonlearned

#source:https://www.google.com/amp/s/bligblogweb.wordpress.com/2017/06/23/the-necklace-by-guy-de-maupassant/amp/

#readerist

#storybook

#blogger

So the lesson in this story is you have to be contented on what you have on your life, and God gave all we need for everyday and you must thankful that you have family, friends because they are the one who comfort you and to care for you.

So thank you for reading my blog ang I hope you learned lot of lessons and God blessed as all.

[angelspigeon]

Sun of Corona - Chapter 06

You can’t stop me!! (Honestly this thing is almost 20 000 words.)

You can read on AO3 of course, just there > |  °| <

Words: 2937

Children were children.

They were all dry and could have headed to the feast, in peculiar because it was starting to be late and you could eat some delicious tiny apple-tarte at the Capital… but children were children and they had started to run after butterflies.

Now, Lea couldn’t tell which one had started and if it wasn’t some kind of strange plan? But it was summer and the Sun won’t set before five or six hours. None of them were hungry. They had time…

As they moved out from the field of flowers, they found a place with lot of slopes and hollows. This looked the best place to throw a very intimate party and play various games. They could easily go on a hide and seek for example.

Xion glanced at Isa who tried to arrange his hairs, once again. That forced bath hadn’t been the best thing for him, his hairs weren’t a natural mess like Lea’s mane that was turning in those so knew spikes by their own, and with this new length he wasn’t used of, it was even harder.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Yes? Why?”

She felt like suspicion in his tone and she gave him a slight smile, letting out a ‘nothing’. She bit her lower lips and glanced over the paradise of plays. Maybe Lea and Isa were too old for this?

Maybe she could try something less loud and could invite him?

Or she could pick up more flowers? He still had his crown, and Lea’s one. Even Roxas gave him his at some point…

They could maybe bond over this…

Maybe.

She pinched her lips, searching for another flower to try to break the ice. Even if she hesitated… he was talking with Lea after all. They weren’t sharing the most intelligent or interesting discussion but it was certainly precious to them.

But she noticed something…

She glanced again at Isa then to the tiny hills covered with grass and flowers visited by butterflies and others insects. She crouched almost behind the hill where roots were coming out, menacing to make fall people not taking care. And then, she looked again to Isa.

“Isa?” she called as low as possible. But loud enough for him to hear?

Isa looked toward her, his fingers brushing Lea’s wrist.

“Yes?” he said.

“Can you come?” she called.

Isa frowned slowly but moved away from Lea and walked to Xion who still was crouched.

“Come quiet, please,” she said.

He walked slower and crouched next to her.

“Look,” she whispered, showing something.

Something fluffy with a pompon and big ears. They were three and grey and absolutely adorable.

Three bunnies.

“Oh…”

“Lea never stopped talking about you. He said you loved rabbits and so I thought… you’d be happy to see them.”

“I am,” he replied. “Thank you, Xion.”

She smiled slightly, still a bit embarrassed next to him.

Isa held out his hand… but not toward the bunnies. Toward her.

“May I?” he said.

“Y… Yes?”

She expected to have her hair ruffled as Lea would do it but instead, her hairs were slightly pushed back and she heard the sound of a clip. She, there, noticed that Isa didn’t have his hairpin anymore. She had it.

“You… You’re sure?” she said.

He nodded.

“I have made a lot of mistakes by the past and you had to pay the price. My apologizes for that. I needed to thank you. Thank you and Roxas. You took care of Lea…”

“He took care of us too!” she said with a smile.

She took his hand, pressing it softly between her hands before moving it toward the bunnies. They didn’t move but sniffed them with perplexity in their tiny eyes. Thanks to Xion, Isa’s fingers brushed the fluffy fur and he smiled.

“Thank you,” he said to her.

“Thank you,” she replied, approaching him slightly.

“What are you doing, Roxas?” Lea called.

They both switched their attention to the teenager who was climbing on a very abrupt hill. Isa frowned but Xion let out a laugh.

“He never stops,” she said.

As she said those words, they could see Roxas calling little birds, singing softly to call them. The animals replied to it. They looked like chickadees with colorful feathers.

“He always wants to impress!” Xion smiled.

She caressed one of the bunnies and the three looked her back.

“Does that work?” Isa asked.

“Sometimes!” she laughed. “He’s doing his best!”

And right now, he really was. The birds had flew on him, called by his voice, and he was trying to walk out, pacing slowly, his arms spread so he could keep his equilibrium. He had the mouth slightly open, the tongue almost out as he was focusing.

He jumped on a little peak of earth and stopped to move, being sure the birds won’t move away. He was about to say ‘I’m coming!’ but decided to say nothing… especially because he could sense he was about to lose those birds. And everybody was watching him.

Beautiful!

He jumped again and almost fell but steadied himself and jumped again. He approached the edge of a slope and let himself slide along the dry earth. He even continued to walk on a root as the bunnies were offering their trust to them, one of them climbing on Isa’s lap. There was something quite relaxing coming from him.

Roxas jumped on the floor and let out a cuss slid out of his lips as he stopped himself in the grass.

The birds moved their tiny wings and one of them even let out an angry little sound but they didn’t move away anyway.

Roxas let out a sigh and came to Xion and Isa. He knelt next to them and the birds flew away… but on them.

Lea smiled and took out his Gummiphone for another picture. It has to be this one on his screen. This joy, his two babies with the one he loved so much, flowers in the blue hairs, a flowery ring around his fingers… and those bunnies and birds with them, making them laugh as the little song was coming from the beaks.

Sure he didn’t want anything else than this happiness for those so dear to his Heart.

  A cold breeze was rolling around. Lea was napping next to them and Xion smiled as she spread flower on him. In his hairs but also on his skin.

Next to them, Roxas was doing his homework because he was always too late for this. Olette kept saying to him to do it but he preferred laughing with Hayner rather than doing it. And also kicking Seifer’s ass, which was less in his friend’s taste because it still was her boyfriend and she had to deal with him when he was crying on her. Being next to Isa, Roxas could ask him a bit of help.

And, in fact, he stretched himself. He had a couple of stuff to do again but it could wait.

As he stretched, some birds flew away as long with a bunny.

“Hm… oops?” he said, looking toward Isa.

Which realized, despise the soft atmosphere between all of them, they were still quite afraid of him. While he understood it, it was painful…

“It’s nothing, Roxas.”

“Thank you.” He looked slightly down. “I’ve something for you, in fact,” he said.

“For me?”

“Yes… Well…” He shoved his hand in his pocket. “I took it at home. It always had been yours, in fact…” He held out a discrete ring with a little jewel and a moon on it. “Sora gave it to me… you lost it when you died.”

Isa took it with emotion. He couldn’t even hide it…

“You have it…”

“I thought you’d be happy to have it.”

“I am,” Isa replied with a nod. “Thank you very much, Roxas. How can…”

He opened his arms.

“Why not with a hug?” he smiled widely.

“Me… hugging you?” Isa repeated out of confusion.

“Yes, of course!”

Isa was surprised but he slid his ring at his finger and hugged him. With a strange but soft tenderness…

“Thank you!” Roxas smiled.

“You’re welcome…” Isa forced a smile back.

Roxas glanced at Lea, still napping, then laid over his sister, whispering at her ear. She let out a petal with surprise and then smiled.

“Sure!” she said. “Axel?! Axel?!” she called with joy.

“Hm?” he groaned.

“Can we go to the feast? Can we? Can we?”

“Hm… yeah,” he replied, stretching with a yawn. “Hmrph…” he groaned.

He tried to have back all his focus and rose up. Xion got up immediately and jumped on his back. He almost fell but let out a light laugh, swirling on himself to make her laugh. And it worked. She clenched on him as much as she could and laughed purely and simply.

Roxas got up and held out his arms.

Lea put down Xion with delicacy and grabbed Roxas to give him the same treatment.

The butterflies, other bugs, birds and even bunnies ran away when they heard this but it was honestly worth it to see the children so joyful. Honestly, Isa regretted how he had treated them… With his influence toward Xemnas, he could have made them happier instead of making them all suffer. Maybe they could have live and be happy instead of all of this…

Roxas and Xion were still laughing and Isa held out his hand to his lover.

“You want me to throw you on Cloud Nine?” Lea smiled.

Isa smirked. “Don’t you dare, idiot,” he said, moving slightly his fingers.

At this moment, Lea could see the ring shone in the sunlight and he smiled, grabbing his hand to help him get up. He pressed his lips on his fingers before bringing him, them, with him. The Capital wasn’t that far away but they still could enjoy the beautiful landscapes. Sliding down that big slope covered with flowers, seeing fishes jumping in the sea. And as they walked across the big bridge, they could hear the feast, the music swirling around and giving the vibes to everybody to dance or anything.

Well… almost everybody because, honestly, Isa just wanted to move away from this. And Lea… he just saw Rapunzel waving to him. He then pressed a kiss on Isa’s cheek quickly.

“I’m coming back! Can you take care of them, my Love?” Lea asked, gesturing toward the children.

They loved Rapunzel and Eugene, and also Maximus and Pascal, being used to see them. Pretty often. But he also noticed they wanted to play. And Isa was doing pretty good with them. That could help them to bond even more.

He blew them a kiss and walked to Rapunzel who threw herself on his neck to greet him.

She was very tactile, because of so many years being trap in a tower, and each time she get the occasion to see someone, she always showed her love. On this, Lea and her were glad to have find each other.

“So, you…” Isa started.

“Can we play with them?” Xion asked, showed a group of children and teenager.

They were painting on the floor, giving as much colors to the town as the hill covered with flowers. And though there are so many children excited and coloring, there was still room to add more and more drawing filling the endless streets rolling around the whole Capital. Chalk sticks were let for everybody to use it and so, as soon as Isa nodded, the teenagers dashed to the chalks and started to pain, talking with animation about what they could do. They wanted to do things reminding them something unique. Special…

And so, they started to draw rabbits, birds and flowers. A cute reminder of that special day. Of that family that was forming when they didn’t expect him. Lea was so sad lately… They never thought Isa would come back, never thought Lea would be truly happy again. Never thought they would accept Isa that easily. They didn’t totally forget the problems and tense between them but they wanted to see the good in him, the good Lea had talked again and again, making them crave for the comeback of someone they would have wanted to see stay in his grave otherwise…

They were afraid of his judgement, especially Xion to be honest, but his slight smile as they were showing him their drawings meant so much for him.

If Lea would have been here, the man would have asked him to take the drawing in picture so they could keep that forever but he wasn’t there. It started to be a long time by the way… and he was out of view.

“Do you know where is Lea?” Isa asked to the children, giving the blue chalk to Xion for her to slide a last touch of color.

“Maybe he ran away,” Roxas smiled.

Isa frowned, his lips twitching slightly. His eyes rolled in the area.

“Just kidding, I’m going to see!” Roxas said.

He glanced at Xion who gave him a look. They still had something planned…

Roxas left the big Grand-Place and from here, he ran and searched after anyone he would know. The Royal Family, perhaps… Even though if they came often, they didn’t know much people…

He walked around and started to ask to everybody if they had seen Lea. Hopefully, the man had a physic special enough not to be mistaken. He just needed to ask a couple of people before finding the place where they were selling the lanterns. Lea was there, sat on the floor with two lanterns and paint.

“Dad?!” he called.

“Yup?” Lea said, looking up at him.

“There is the feast there! You don’t want to come?”

“I will!! I’m doing this first! You and Xion want lantern too?”

“I think we’re fine but we want to see you at the feast!!”

“I’m coming! I’m doing that!”

Roxas leaned over his shoulder and saw he was painting on the lanterns. He was just on the first one and it was pretty shaky. Hard to know what he was trying to do.

“Don’t you want a bit of help?”

“I’m good,” he replied. “It’s for Isa!!”

“But don’t you want share time with him?” Roxas insisted.

“Hm… I wanna! But I’m doing this!!”

“He will get bored…”

“You’re right…” Lea bit his lower lips. “Rap’?” he asked.

Rapunzel ran to him with a big smile, Pascal on her shoulder. “Yes?”

“You busy?” he demanded.

“Yes and no. Why do you need me?”

“Can you go with Roxas and Xion and Isa?” he asked. “You know so well the town!”

“Sure! And I’m happy to meet the one you love!” she said. “And to pass time with Roxas and Xion!” she added with a large smile.

“Thank!!”

Rapunzel leaned in and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

Lea was doubly happy because she will be able to talk with Isa. She often talked about her sad experience, closed in her tower, because it was something eating her, seventeen years and half to be alone and between the hands of the one supposed to take care of her… Isa could talk about that to her. He saw more people than her but it has been hurt by those things too. He saw it. He saw how easy Xemnas had control over him…

If they could both grow over this…

“You’re sure you don’t want me to help you?” Roxas insisted, having Rapunzel hand in his.

“Yeah! I’ll do it myself! Go, go, have fun!”

“Okay…”

Roxas let out a sigh. But what could he do? He just followed Rapunzel to come back with Xion and to the big party.

After a long moment, it was her who joined him and smiled when she arrived nearby. He had done with one of the lantern but still had the second one to deal with.

“Daddy!” she said, approaching him with a smile.

“Hey, Princess!” he replied. “How you doing? Is it fun?”

She nodded and leaned slightly, her hands in her back, looking what he was doing.

“This is stunning!” she said.

“Thank!”

“Do you need help with it?” she offered.

Lea let out the hand and ruffled her hairs because he knew how much she was good at crafting and she would do something absolutely neat. But… it would look less precious if he didn’t do it by himself…

“Thank you, Xion but I prefer you to have fun.”

“We have less fun when you’re here!” she said.

He pointed out his brush to her. “You know what?”

“No?”

“I know Roxas and you love to the death and beyond and that you can’t wish for a better parent but something’s tellin’ me you two are preparing some shit. Right?”

“Me? Him? NEVER!!”

Lea smirked. “I hope for you it’s nothing illegal! You don’t want me to stop feeding you on ice cream?”

“IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIK!!!” she said. “I swear it’s nothing!”

“So it’s something.”

“Crap,” she replied.

He took her in his arms, laughing with her. She hugged him back. He ruffled her hairs.

“Go with your bro’. I’m coming back as soon as possible!”

He wasn’t too worried because he knew Rapunzel was with them and Isa seemed to deal with them correctly.  He thought, with such an atmosphere, it would be easier for them to bond if he wasn’t there now that he could have kept an eye on the whole situation and know there was no risk of murder behind his back…

#It's on ao3 #fanfiction #akusai #leaisa #KH #Kingdom hearts #Post KH3 #Lea #isa #Roxas #Xion #Lea kh #Isa kh #Corona #Bunnies #Birds #Rabbits #Birbs #Sea salt family #Sea salt fam

[redskull-fanatic]

Captain Hydra

A story about Steve becoming Captain Hydra. An alternate universe if the whole plot of Captain America: The First Avenger, was slightly altered. No Bucky death, no Johann being blasted into the cosmos, and no crashing into the ice and becoming frozen. Just a simple, “American military foils a minor Hydra plan, and the two have been going back and forth a few years after the war.” Should be interesting.

Skull stood on his balcony, watching his Hydra troops do their normal training routine. It was all so boring, dull, uninspired.

Schmidt sighed angrily as he stormed his way back into his office and shut the balcony doors with simply no thought at all.

He paced the room a bit, deep in thought, until the radiant blue light caught his attention. He eased his way over to his prized Tesseract and lifted it up with care. He stared into the light, demanding sort of answer telepathically. Unable to understand the Skull’s unvoiced demand, the object simply dimmed it’s glow.

Schmidt sighed once more.

“You must be confused on why I am upset, hm?” He asked the glowing object, it shimmered in response. “Ah, well, my Hydra army seems so dull. Normally opera and portraits would quench my thirst of entertainment, but even that is not working..” Skull explained dully, setting the cube onto a plush pillow display and going back to pacing the room.

The cube seemed to watch him, thinking of ways to cheer him up. It glowed with a suggestion.

Skull noticed.

“Whatever you are suggesting, perhaps do it now. I do not like my attention wasted.”

The cube hummed in response and started glowing brightly. Then, it shot out a hologram of a figure.

The figure had no colors other than the blue of the tesseract, but Skull could clearly make out it was Captain America.

His new mysterious rival.

“… Him?” The Skull asked, receiving a glow from the alien object, “What about him?”

The hologram Steve was moved aside and two more pictures were displayed. The Hydra symbol and a question mark.

The Skull looked confused, but once all the pieces fit together in his mind he was baffled.

“Are you suggesting… Captain America join Hydra?” He whispered, still in a state of shock that such an object would even consider the possibility.

The cube glowed in agreement, then all the pictures disappeared and the hologram showed a concept idea of Captain Hydra. Hologram Steve was smiling, and once he saw Skull he gave the Hydra salute. Johann was taken aback by this.

He decided to consider what the cube was offering.

Captain America becoming Captain Hydra?… Both names sound just as moronic, The Skull thought. He started to pace around the room, This Captain America is still a new enemy of mine, I truly do not know much about him… He’s idiotic and stubborn, how would I even convert him to Hydra?

The Skull looked at the cube, in his mind demanding an answer. However, the hologram of Steve kept distracting him. Saluting, smiling, wielding his Hydra shield. It was such a strange sight to behold, yet Skull did like what he saw.

“If I wish to convert the Captain to Hydra, I need options. Ways to convert him… Any ideas?”

The Tesseract took away hologram Rogers and a few more pictures popped up. All described the possible ways to convert the American to Hydra.

The first picture was a man shouting at another. Force, Schmidt thought.

The second was a man with swirly eyes, Schmidt concluded that was brainwash, and/or mind control.

The third, however, he was put off by. The image was two men smiling and shaking hands.

He looked at the Tesseract in disgust, “What is this?”

The cube’s light glowed with interest, and displayed more and more pictures that made the Skull uncomfortable.

People hugging, laughing, dancing, talking with huge smiles on their faces.

All were acts of kindness.

The realization hit Schmidt like a truck, and he could feel his breakfast race up his throat.

Forcing his earlier meal back down, he glared at the tesseract in disapproval.

The holograms disappeared and the tesseract’s light dimmed in shame, causing Schmidt to sigh. “I am not mad at you,” he stated, causing the tesseract to light up again. “However, I do not understand why of all things you’d suggest-”

Schmidt was cut off by a knock at the door.

Quickly lifting up the tesseract and placing it back in its proper place, he marched forward to see who his interruption was.

He opened the door slightly, his look of disapproval melted into a neutral expression.

“Hallo, Dr. Zola.”

Zola shifted nervously with his papers, a slight hint of annoyance was on his face. He spared a glance at Schmidt, “Herr Skull, sorry to bother you-”

Skull shook his head, “No, no, perfectly fine. Was in the middle of… Watching the troops as all, what is it Arnim?”

Zola shuffled his papers around more, “Well, I came here to show you more-”

“Ideas for future designs?” Schmidt finished, and seeing the look on Zola’s face he knew he was correct.

Zola was no doubt a smart man, however he’s far too nervous and quiet to truly take any action. Johann had to find him, see his work and hire him for Zola to actually grow a backbone. It took him weeks to get used to looking Skull in the eyes, but Johann is pleased how far he came from then.

“Y-Yes… “ Stammered Arnim as he adjusted his glasses and handed Schmidt some concept sheets.

The Skull eyed them carefully, taking in each and every idea he could. Truth is, Johann always liked to hear about new ideas, especially the crazy ones. For years his knowledge of myth being fact was shut down and called mad, until those dull-witted Nazis took interest in him. He returned the favor with Zola and is very willing to look at any ideas the doctor has… When he’s in a good mood.

Thankfully, he was.

Schmidt nodded at most of the designs, only a few he saw no future for. He handed all the blueprints back to Zola, pointing at the few he disliked. “Either toss these out or better them,” he demanded darkly. Zola simply nodded, sorting all of the papers out now that Schmidt returned them.

He then noticed the emotions swimming in Johann’s eyes, drawing concern.

“Herr Schmidt?”

“Yes, Zola?”

“…  Is everything alright?”

Skull tensed up in the shoulders, he despised whenever Zola noticed something was wrong with him. When all the thoughts and feelings clashed, and he couldn’t think straight. The good doctor has become familiar with Schmidt’s usual expressions and tones. It made Schmidt uncontrollable that Zola knew him almost a little too well.

He huffed, trying to relax his furrowing brows, “I’m fine Arnim, nothing is bothering me-“

The look on Zola’s face told Schmidt he wasn’t buying it.

Skull sighed and spoke lower, “Hydra is boring me, as all. I wish it was a little more exciting. I shall put up with it until my mood shifts. Good day, doctor.”

And with that, Skull shut the door in Zola’s face. It wasn’t a slam, but it was shut quickly.

Zola grew more and more concerned as he left the hall.

000

Schmidt stomped back to the Tesseract, lifted it out and stared into it.

He scanned for any hints or clues, but the mysterious object only twinkled to greet Schmidt.

The Skull sighed as he placed the jewel to Odin’s treasure room onto its plush pillow and stomped out onto the balcony.

He watched the troops train. Getting yelled at by their superiors, obeying every command, when the routine got messed up; they would be scolded and force to do it all over again.

Skull sighed again, his eyes wandering elsewhere.

He scanned the surrounding wildlife, the sparse grass being devoured by dirt, pushed back woods, the entire place strangely being shades of brown and orange.

Schmidt raised his brow, then took a glance at the Tesseract.

It twinkled another greeting.

He nodded, then looked up at the sky.

The sun was in the midst of setting, so the sky was painted ruby reds and bright oranges.

He stared up at it, silently making pleas with his eyes.

He wanted answers, he wanted options. Normally, he made his own options, but this time… He was unsure what course of action to take next.

The sky melted and mixed with the colors, like watery paint on a forever moving canvas.

Maybe the gods would answer him with shapes in the sky.

Johann paid close attention to the moving shapes, trying to latch onto anything he could.

It took him ten minutes to find one; a square.

A red and orange square with swirls of faint white sky, the white was being possessed by the red and the orange seemed greedy to join in.

It was beautiful, but it told Johann something important.

He lowered his head, thought about it, then decided to take the order.

He thanked the gods quietly and marched towards the Tesseract.

The blue glow seemed happy to be in his presence. It shone brightly as Johann picked it up.

Calmly, he said; “… Tell me more about this… plan of yours.”

Thanks for reading! Sorry the format is wonky, writing this on Google Docs and such. Now, I don't know much about Marvel in general, so I'm making this up as I go! Sorry if anyone is out of character or something. Also, once I'm part way through chapter three, I'll post two. Writing this all for fun, and it's coming out nice! Thanks again!!

#red skull #captain america #marvel #johann schmidt #my writing #red skull x steve rogers #marvel fanfiction #captain hydra #chapter one

[arishawatson-blog]

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[mowseries]

Different Anon! So, then, who /is/ everyone's best friend? Out of pure curiosity!~

//Well, they’d be mad for me saying so, except it’s hardly a secret. Let’s run down the list, shall we?

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=DCN-003: Digger Cossack=

Like his older brother David, Digger is a friendly chap. He’s a hard worker with a dangerous job, and he appreciates those who can relate to his work. His two best friends are both guys who are also very durable, down-to-earth, and appreciative of jewels, ores, and minerals. One is organic, the other is not.

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=DCN-000: David “Snowcone” Cossack=

David is friends with just about everybody.

Which means that just about everybody is going to rush to his defense if he ends up in danger. That’s a total of nearly 40 people—and you do not want to be on the receiving end of that, that’s for sure!

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=Dr. Mikhail Cossack=

Mikhail keeps largely to himself ever since his wife died… which is why it was so easy for Viper to kidnap him in the first place.

He does have to spend his time under constant surveillance now, either from the powers that be or from his own sons.

Despite this, he has become good friends with the two Doctors he works with from time to time, and the three of them have been working hard on bridging the technology gap that divides their patients.

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=DWN-024: Shadow クロス Cruz=

Shadow was astonishingly aggressive, and certainly not on friendly terms with anyone.

That changed after he met someone who respected him and showed him patience. Over time, the two of them have become good friends. He has other good friends, but the ones who first believed there was something worth saving are the ones he is closest to.

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=DWN-019: Siam and Gemini Wily=

Siamini mostly sticks around the lab. And while he is very happy with how the Doctors he currently works with treat him with respect and a degree of equality, his closest friend would actually be a lady he first encountered a few years ago.

Despite the teasing he’s received from others, they aren’t actually dating. That hasn’t stopped him from helping her out, coming over to visit, or agreeing to brave a puppy for the sake of conversation, though.

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=DWN-013: Jaden Wily=

Jaden used to have a severe self-image issue, but that changed after defending someone who then looked up to him. He grew to stop seeing his destructive powers as evil, and became happier and more confident.

He is very close to his brothers, of course, but it would be this kid who made the difference in overcoming his depression.

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=DWN-012: Carlos Gonzales=

Carlos (or “Speedy”) is one of the most interesting cases when it comes to Robot Masters and socialization. He’s one of the few (outside of the Cossacks) to be properly socialized and live a somewhat normal life. His closest friends are the ones he made in Redención, TX (during the Machines of War story series entry for MM2: Hora de Muerte) in his first life: a couple of teenagers who have since grown into adults.

The Rebel Angels actually live with one of said friends, back in their home timeline. Though… out in the multiverse, they have their own house, so they don’t visit Albergue as often.

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=DWN-011: Pisces Wily=

Pisces spends a lot of time isolated in the water, but he’s not entirely alone. He refuses to substantiate rumors regarding mermaids, but it is known that he’s good friends with several talking dragon and a flower queen.

His own army of dragons he helped raise from hatching also provide a source of companionship. There are well over 1,000 dragons known to be under his allegiance, and a number of them are quite protective.

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=DWN-009: Metal Wily=

Yes, he has a friend. No, it doesn’t come up very much.

But Metal grew quite fond of a powerful dancer when he saw her in action. He decided to intervene on her behalf to rescue her from a deadly illness, and has been on polite terms with her ever since.

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=SWN-001: Beowulf Wily=

Yes, the fishbrat has several friends who are NOT his dog.

His closest would be another Universal Adapter—specifically, the first one who showed him any respect whatsoever. He came to be on decent terms with a second Universal Adapter, though they’ve interacted less.

The jury’s still out on whether his part-time boss counts or not.

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=DLN-008: Tobias Wily=

Tobias is a bit of a live wire. However, thanks to his closest friend (and mentor), he’s gotten through the worst of the trauma from his first life. He still blames himself for a lot of things, and can be a bit impulsive… but there’s only so much you can do to take the Wily out of a Wilybot.

Needless to say, there are mixed opinions on whether encouraging him to pun was an effective (or even a GOOD) idea.

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=DLN-000: Cardinal Louis “Blues” Light=

Cardinal’s first friends were the men he was stationed with during his first life, and he also looked up to his C.O. Unfortunately, he has not seen them since he was decommissioned. He would try to get back in touch, but it’s too dangerous for all involved (and also innocents connected to them.)

In his second life, he grew up with an underground resistance group that operates to preserve and promote freedom of speech and other such principles in a society that lives on mob rule and doxxing. He’s a well known figure among the Mad Hatters, and they’re the ones who gave him the nickname “Louis”. He took that in stride and eventually grew so fond of it that he took it on as a middle name.

Towards the end of his second life, he met three robots over the course of a few months that became his three best friends: a spy, a war general, and an assassin.

He would and indeed has, for one of them die willingly for any of them, and loves to spend time with them whenever he has the chance.

And while it doesn’t ALWAYS involve causing trouble, no one can deny that they have a LOT of fun doing so when they so choose to take that approach to “night about town”.

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—T.

#OOC #cje

[ratilyn]

Now, your misses claims you assaulted her

Psst

Bloody oath, man, why'd ya fuckin' beat her?

Man, I didn't fucking beat her! Listen, I'm telling you

I got her the engagement ring that she liked, booked a new flight

To come to Sydney, just to see her, start a new life

Man, she's 20 weeks pregnant and I was tryin' do right

For us, the family, the kid, but maybe I was too nice

My homie text me a picture and I just burst into anger

It was my girl in a bed with her personal trainer

I text my homie like, "Yo, where you find this?"

He says, "Snapchat, bro, it's all on my timeline, shit"

Swear it struck a fuckin' nerve in my chest

I looked at my girl and said, "Get a paternity test!"

She said, "NO! Don't you get all worked and upset

I only slept in his bed right after work just to rest"

I said, "What? You expect me to believe that?

Ha, alright, yeah I'll 'relax'

Guess it doesn't seem bad

My girlfriend's with a buff nigga gettin' t-bagged"

Officer, correct me if I'm wrong but she needed her head detached

I said, "Bitch, I can't believe this shit!

Does he know you're pregnant? Is that his kid?

Look how big my headache is!

This whole time y'all havin' sex and shit

What type of nigga would fuck a pregnant chick?!

I said, "Let's get this paternity test, I'm not kiddin', bitch!"

She said, "No, I'm not gettin' it!"

Officer, I ain't seen her in months, I couldn't trust the lyin' whore

Plus she told me she slept with this guy before

And then I said, you know what? Forget it, it's all good, nevermind

Shit was makin' my blood pressure high

I love her unconditionally, you know, I can't pretend I ain't never lie

For the moment, I guess I'll let it slide

She said, "If you don't want to take care of this kid, Marcus, then say so"

I said, "Wait, no, it's mine too, I can't go

How you gonna support this kid without me? You don't make dough"

She said, "Hahaha, I make loads"

She had six grand cash

I said, "But you was broke two weeks ago!

How you makin' chips that fast?"

She said, "I bartend, I made it all in tips, ha ha"

I said, "Girl, you must take me as a big jackass"

I'm like, "Please, we both know money is hard to come by"

Her bullshit might fly over the heads of some guys

Officer, she's always tellin' dumb lies

I've known her for six years, and she hasn't lifted a finger one time!

I said, "Where'd you get the cash from?"

She said, "I bartend, duh, from tips I'm a waitress"

I said, "Where'd you get the cash from?"

She started stutterin' like, "Uhm-uhh-mmm, Marcus, wait just"

I said, "Where'd you get the cash from?"

She said, "Ok, ok, I'll tell you, just promise me you won't get mad"

I'm like, "Baby, where'd you get the cash from?"

She said, "I work at a strip club… it's how I made the six grand"

I said, "Woaah, no no!"

I fell down in tears, my heart broke, I turned cold

I don't want the girl that I'm in love with doin' ho shit

If she needed cash I woulda loaned it, and she knows it

They won't let me get a refund on this $20, 000 ring

Fuck, my head hurts, I need some ibuprofen

Yeah, Mr. Hopson, you need a minute?

Um, may I have some water please?

Ah, no worries at all

I don't mean to cry and get emotional, but all this just bothers me

Yeah, it's alright, you're good…yeah here ya go, mate!

Thanks

I wasn't me no more

I looked her in the eyes and straight told her

(What'd you say to her?)

I need you to tell me where this strip club is at

Or this family we're about to have is over

I said, "Tell me where it's at!" — she said, "No"

I said, "You about to make me mad!" she said, "So?"

I said "Bitch, you better panic and run, the damage is done

You're doin' this four months away from havin' my son!

I told her I would always have her back

I forgave her after all the careless acts

I have one question, and she couldn't share the facts

The strip club — how come she couldn't tell me where it's at?

Who the fuck she fuckin' in there?

Whose dick she suckin' in there?

Shakin' her fuckin' butt in the air

It's like we've argued for a thousand fuckin' hours, I'm annoyed

And I was at the point where somethin' was 'bout to get destroyed

I grabbed her purse, threw that shit across the room

I fuckin' launched it too

It was filled with makeup kits and all of her jewels

I blacked out; she said, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

She got up out the bed to get it, I pushed her ass back in it

I said, "We're still talkin', bitch, you and I ain't finished

Now, this strip club, where is it? BITCH, WHERE THE FUCK IS IT?!"

I said, "You know what? fuck it, awesome, fine"

In the process of all this drama, I had lost my mind

I felt lost and blind: the gym trainer, the strip club

The ring, the baby, she really crossed the line

And then I finally came down and all the madness was finished

Then she invited me to dinner with her family in Penrith

I said, "I ain't goin' with you, you can leave now

I need to stay in this hotel room and figure some things out"

Officer, I know you ain't gonna sympathize

I don't approve of any man puttin' hands on his girlfriend or wife

Especially when she's pregnant with his kid inside

Honestly feel like I wasn't in the wrong, but still I wasn't in the right

Ask her, she ain't got no bruises on her

I'm human, there's only so much that a dude can conquer

She knew that her actions reflected true dishonor

And tried to cover it, sayin' I'm an abusive monster

That's bullshit, huh, and that fast, poof

All of her wrongs are in the past, cool

She's just the innocent white girl

And I'm the black guy who always gets mad, true!

I know y'all about to make it hard for me to get back into Australia

Man, this shit is fuckin' sad, dude

I still don't know if this baby is mine or not

So when he's born, who's gonna be the fuckin' dad? You?

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How to Choose the Right Wedding Band

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