#TBC is straight chilling

[birdhand-art]

Iterators in general have had me in a vice grip for a couple months now, love these unhinged giant robots <3 needed to draw their insane chat log energy

Local group of iterator ocs/sonas! All the love and credit goes to my wonderful friends in order of apperance

Three Bells Chime (TBC) belongs to @wizardsandtomfoolery Wandering Cut (WC) belongs to @tufferq Red Shells Upon Grass (RSUG) belongs to @kazzzled Humming Stones under Thunder (HST) is mine!

#rain world #iterator #rain world oc #iterator oc #local group #fanart #digital art #fake screenshot #this ended up taking me like 7 hours oh my god? #the blur is on purpose for the fake screenshot energy #its not just low res on your end dont worry <3 #celebration time local group? idk what we are calling the group yet but here they are #blorbos from my mind palace #TBC is straight chilling #HST is infodumping so hard (their natural state) #WC is fighting for their life with its genetic experiments and keeps cutting out #RSUG is. totally fine guys #rw ocs

[sleepythemvp]

Hi! Can you please do a headcanon on obey me the 7 brother with mc who has the same personality as onion cookie from cookie run pls. Like, shy, timid, crybaby and afraid of demons because of her nightmares. Always carry her plushie with her as a company.

<Well, i will give you my best try- since my grammar sometimes kinda mess up-

What if MC have the same personality as Onion Cookies?

Warning: Fluff, OOC, Crying and screaming! Yea bad grammar

OBEY ME!

Lucifer

Damn.

Yeaaa idk where to start, how about this? Can you imagine you, yourself just following his order because you scared of him

He look likes he could kill you at any seconds like- the sharp looking eyes ooh-

He just gonna make you sit on his lap while he doing those boring paper work

Asking how’s your day been and why are you have that lil plushy with you 24/7, etc etc, trying to make you feel comfortable

Tell you to have some deep breath when you just about to cry-

Oh hell- hug you gently and I CAN EVEN IMAGINE HIS LITTLE SMILE-

“Hey MC? Can you come here for a second?”

You following his words, come near to the table thats have a lot of paper, prepare to run at any seconds because you might gonna be his next meal in the following breakfast or lunch or dinner.

“W-well, what do you need?-“

You don’t even have time to finish your sentences. He pick you up and place you in his lap, you just look straight, asking yourself what in the devil is going on

“…um- i- why are you-“

“Are you comfortable?”

“Well yes..”

He start to asking you about your day, do you have any trouble, how’s what the meal, anything that make you uncomfortable, what is your favorite type of clothes, how many plushy do you have, how was your sleep, etc and etc-

And it seems like nothing else is going pretty well between both of you, you start to relax your body and mind, oh about the future! Its already up to you.

Mammon

This dudeee

Now we are talking.

GIRL/BRO- THIS CLINGY DEMON IS GONNA ASK YOU FOR YOUR GRIMM SINCE HE LOOK LIKE A ✨P L A Y B O Y✨ and you don’t want to get in any trouble or getting shatter because of him

“Can I touch your plushy” it’s definitely the first thing he will ask when you rush in your room when you doing your homework

Following you for 24/7

He will carry you to the bedroom since you pass out when you first arrived at Devildorm (CARRY TO TAKE CARE NOT THAT KIND OF BOOM SHAKALAKA YOU KNOW?)

“Hey ya MC! How’s the day?”

Fooking kick your door, you accident throwing one of your plushy because you was scared and start to screaming like crazy

Trying to keep you quiet and make you comfortable, because you’re standing on the wardrobe trying to defend yourself from him and sobbing at the same time

When you got down from the wardrobe, he just hug you and ruff your hair

“I’m not gonna hurt you, I’m here to protect you y’know?”

“O-oh, thank you”

And the you guys just chilling with each other, he will definitely buy something for you like, drink stuff, or just some snacks.

Leviathan

Since both of you are introvert- this is gonna be a pretty awkward moment

He just sitting in front of his pc and you just sitting in front of his manga collection

After like- probably- an hours or so, you guys finally start to speak to each other

“Hey MC! Check out this new anime, it’s really interesting”

“I- never seen anything like this one before!”

And then you guys just sitting on the floor and watching anime with each other. You just hugging your plushy meanwhile he just hugging his body pillow

TBC

<I’m sorry kinda busy lately- this is all I got for you guys atm:,D. Thank y’all for supporting me even though I’m still busy as heck<3 have a nice day, stay hydrated!

Slee is going to take a nap, brb.

#sleetheeels #obey me x reader #obey me #mammon x reader fluff #obey me leviathan #leviathan x reader #lucifer x reader fluff #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon

[mauvecherie-writes]

Maps.

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Black F!Reader.

Warnings: Major angst.

Note: This has been an idea that has been sitting in the drafts for a really long time and it’s different from any of the Lewis works I’ve read and different from the material I’ve previously written. I wanted to post this to give you a taste and see how you will all like it. So please feel free to drop comments, feedback and questions! Much love 💜. If you do like it - I don’t know if it will just be a one shot or a series so we shall see lol.

Word Count: 413.

Tension riddled your body as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. No matter how many times you tried to clear your throat, it still felt like something was stuck there. The claustrophobic tightness of the room did not help the clamped up feeling in your air waves. Your body was heating up and you were struggling to breath. Your eyes were skittish - never focusing on one thing, never focusing on one person in particular. The blood rushing in your ears made the scattered noise background to the pounding of your own heart.

You did not want to be here but you had to.

“Mrs Hamilton.” The call of your name snapped you out of your daze. You finally focused on what was going on around you. The large, mahogany table in front of you that seemed to stretch on for miles. You at one end and the other party on the opposite end. The large floor to ceiling windows allowing for as much light as possible into the conference room as the air conditioner allowed for a soft breeze to circulate.

You could feel his eyes on you. An intensity that had once electrified every fibre of your being (and still did) but now you wanted to cower away. You couldn’t deal with his scrutiny and you had been putting it off but you had started this. You took a deep breath and then sat up straight and tried to shake the nervous chill that had chosen to settle in your bones at this very moment.

His eyes were dark - his stare blank with an expressionless face beyond a ticked jaw. He wasn’t giving away any hints as to the emotions that he could have been feeling. Your heart ached terribly - you wanted to reach across the table and soothe the tightness in his jaw. Your fingers tingled, wanting to feel his skin once again.

“Are you ready to proceed?” The arbitrator asked. You sighed before briefly nodded your head.

“Mr Hamilton, are you ready to proceed?” Lewis nodded his head as well. Both of your lawyers shifted forward with their documents in front of them.

“Meeting starts at nine thirty-eight GMT time. Location Warner and McArthur Solicitors office. Lawyers present are Natasha McArthur representing Mrs Hamilton and Marshall Whyte Jr representing Mr Hamilton. This session marks the beginning of the divorce proceedings between Mr Sir Lewis Hamilton and Mrs YN Hamilton as per the request of YN Hamilton with the reasoning of …”

TBC …

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[amethyst-halo]

tbc rewrite explanation thingy

wawawawawa ive been trying to word this post for ages here we go

tbh a lot of the purpose of the rewrite initially was to test out ideas that i thought would’ve been interesting instead of what the erins did so like. tbh a lot of this is up in the air atm as i start solidifying my ideas into an actual plot

i implemented my guild thing on this as a test and i liked it a lot better so there’s that; im gonna be referring to the groups as just their like. different names. “thunder”, “shadow”, “sky”, etc. im also gonna hand full names to kits and apprentices, remove any ceremonies, and take away the -star suffixes and extra lives from the leaders bc that’s how my guilds work

the beginning is just. things happening a lot quicker mostly bc i have a lot i wanna try to fit in. shadowsight gets struck by lightning, codebreaker vision, and cure for brambleclaw all in one go. he has to stay in thunder a couple days bc he, yknow, was struck by lightning, and while there rootspring falls in the lake so he’s also there and bristlefrost chills w them and that establishes the protag trio as friends!!!

right before shadowsight goes home, brambleclaw falls ill and shadowsight nervously explains his cure and gets a “uhh yeah no that’s a last resort” which he is 100% cool with and he goes home to chill

the whole “bramble gets worse, shadowsight tries to help and kills him and he revives but not really rootspring’s powers kick in” happens within a couple more days so it would NOT be the end of lost stars. lost stars would end later

brambleclaw is weird and really soon into that, the sickness he had seems to spread. first twigbranch gets it, then lionblaze... shadowsight notices the trend pretty quickly but is still hesitant to say his codebreaker vision. at some point in here puddleshine and alderheart have an argument about whether or not shadowsight was malicious in his attempt to help; alderheart has been listening to berrynose and bumblestripe basically and puddleshine’s not happy about it. cant remember why i put it in there i think i was just having a Night(tm) and never took it out so. anyway when the aforementioned cats “die” and “revive” and start acting strange, it scares him into finally blurting it to his parents and puddleshine.

literally RIGHT after that, in thunder, an argument between brambleclaw and alderheart ends with alderheart being full-on chased out. he winds up in shadow territory, where puddleshine finds him and brings him back to his guild. alderheart won’t(or can’t? i haven’t figured this part out all the way yet) say what happened he’s just there now. squirrelflight and sparkpelt come looking for him and, once they see he’s ok, ask them to keep him there, explaining they straight up don’t think it’s safe right then. tigerheart agrees.

i have this idea in my head that im considering where berrynose shows up in shadow suddenly and claims to be checking in on alderheart. when everyone’s backs are turned, berrynose straight up attempts to kill him. shadowsight tries to stop him (and cant bc he’s tiny) and kind of manages to slow him down enough that puddleshine and tigerheart come in. berrynose tries to claim shadowsight was trying to kill alderheart, but gets caught in his lie, and it’s implied that he was ordered to do it but won’t say by who. he’s taken back to thunder to answer to brambleclaw, who- completely unexpectedly to literally everyone- kills him on the spot. (my thought process on this was “if berrynose was like down to help ‘kill’ shadowsight i feel like brambleclaw could ask him to kill pretty much anyone” so. yeah. this is solely an idea i have in here through a mix of “i want some other stuff to happen” and “if ashfur’s gonna literally try to kill squilf’s kids then he would probably do it to all of them” and “i simply want alderheart to chill with puddleshine for a while”)

it’s not long after that that jayfeather falls ill. with no other clerics, brambleclaw goes to shadowsight. not tigerheart, shadowsight. since he cured brambleclaw, he argues that shadowsight- despite being an apprentice still- is capable of helping them. tigerheart is very hesitant to send his kid there, especially since brambleclaw killed berrynose, but shadowsight agrees to go. tigerheart is like “absolutely not” and puddleshine offers to go or to show one of the sky clerics how to do it so they can go but brambleclaw insists and shadowsight also insists because he’s kinda scared to say no

shadowsight goes to thunder, where bristlefrost is surprised that he agreed and tells him she won’t let anything happen as a sorta silly reassurance when he’s anxious about the whole thing. he gets to work and jayfeather dies and revives and acts mellowed and confused and doesnt seem to know anything healing related in the slightest. so shadowsight’s extra stuck there now

this is a weird lil fuzzy spot where idk what to do? i wanted to put shadowsight in thunder because i think ashfur would want to hold him close because at this point, shadowsight is trusted enough. his visions are trusted ESPECIALLY after it gets around that he Knew who would get sick (aka the codebreakers) so everyone kinda listens to him. so ashfur wants to keep him close to try and use that to his advantage and make sure shadowsight shares what he wants, and not share what he doesn’t. this leads to, eventually, shadowsight being attacked to keep him quiet, probably because he learns something he wasn’t supposed to (i.e. maybe he saw ashfur doing something that made it super obvious who he was or he overheard something he said idk yet).

during the fuzzy spot i DO want to establish that the rebels are forming by now. stemleaf and spotfur are in charge and have cloverfoot, blossomheart, whorlpelt, sneezecloud, finleap, frecklewish, rootspring, tree, and puddleshine kinda to start and more join in over time. i also want at some point for rootspring to finally admit to his family and friends that he can see the ghosts of the possessed cats, and also that the possessed bodies have like. idk. an aura. they’re colored over in red like a little scanner would do or something. he can tell if they’re possessed or not essentially

shadowsight is thrown into half-ghosty mostly dead time while bristlefrost is like “???where did shadowsight go” and starts investigating. but it isn’t long after that that squirrelflight and brambleclaw get into an argument, and squirrelflight is kicked out. bris takes her to shadow to ask them to protect her with alderheart. they agree. she keeps looking around for shadowsight and gets like her siblings to help but before long, brambleclaw implies if she doesn’t stop looking something might happen to her like what happened to shadowsight and she’s like “?!?!?!?!?!?!”

the illness seems to pick up along with brambleclaw heavily punishing any little rule break he can think of which involves exiles, attacks, and other heavy punishments. the weird thing is that if a cat is exiled, they usually return after a few days but are acting like the cats who got sick. spoiler alert, ashfur is getting them ✨possessed✨ in secret or something. 

during all this that thing w stemleaf attacking brambleclaw and dying as a result that still happens i just can’t remember exactly where it goes

shadowsight’s ghost is either hanging out with rootspring or investigating. he finds his way into the dark forest, and almost gets stuck there as he explores a little and nearly gets attacked by like. mapleshade, when juniperclaw rescues him. juniperclaw and snowtuft have teamed up and know about the guy that’s doing this. they ask what the hell shadowsight’s doing there and he explains, so they explain that the guy doing this came there trying to recruit df cats. most df cats agreed upon the promise of new bodies and revenge, but juniperclaw and snowtuft didn’t for various reasons. they show shadowsight the island where a bunch of dead and mostly dead cats are milling around, including berrynose, lionblaze, jayfeather, and more. he’s keeping tabs on all the ghosts of possessed cats and trying to get them to help him figure out a way to get their bodies back, but it quickly becomes apparent that something can control the ghosts. while shadowsight cannot be controlled, the same power really messes with him so he can’t do a whole lot about it. he sure tries though. he figures out that the cat possessing brambleclaw is the same cat that gave him the visions, and he is FURIOUS.

shadowsight’s body starts in sky as per usual but he takes long enough to wake up that tigerheart insists on moving him to shadow because they don’t know if he’ll wake up and he should be home or somethin. ghost shadowsight is like “yeah ok” bc he isn’t tied to his body to the same degree as he is in canon.

after shadowsight figures out that ashfur is both brambleclaw and his vision giver he gets rootspring to do the “show ghosts” thing at a rebel meeting, which involves way more cats by now with cats that got away from thunder river and wind as well as random shadow and sky cats, and explains his findings to them. squirrelflight realizes it's ashfur and they start debating what to do about it. someone suggests asking the sisters, who know a lot about ghosts. tigerheart doesn’t want to get them involved and they eventually are like “yeah im sure we can figure this out on our own”. bristlefrost rootspring and shadowsight all think this is bullshit and start plotting for bris and root to sneak off to find the sisters.

as they’re getting ready to leave, shadowsight starts to wake up so he’s hauled back to his body only to be knocked aside and someone ELSE is in his body and he’s like “HUH? WAIT A MINUTE. HUH???” and he goes BACK to rootspring and is like “WE HAVE A PROBLEM”

idk what they do about said problem but anyway rootspring bristlefrost needleclaw and spotfur go look for the sisters and they find them and bring them back and the sisters try to call ashfur out but it for some reason just makes him way stronger?? and essentially releases the dark forest onto the living world?? so now any possessed cat can make someone else possessed it's kind of an apocalypse scenario. anyways the guilds are all dangerous and everyone tries to get away but most cannot and are either possessed or trapped.

rootspring makes it away and finds the rebels, who have moved just outside of the territories to get away from the chaos that is the lake. squirrelflight, mothwing, crowfeather, alderheart, sparkpelt, finchsong, finleap, turtlecrawl, kitescratch, and nightsky are there and they’re scrambling around trying to figure out what to do, where to look for cats that aren’t possessed, trying to get a plan, etc. with rootspring there, they now kind of have like one of those computers that scans a guy and says if he’s like. sick or not or smth in the movies y’know? yeah he’s like that so that solves an issue.

bristlefrost is trapped in thunder with her mother and flipclaw, hunkered down in a makeshift den near the twoleg den that jayfeather had herbs by. they try to figure out what to do when fernsong and thriftear find them and join them and they’re all relieved because they answer like a question to prove it’s really them. they get to plotting how to get out of there.

ghost shadowsight is Avoiding Everyone and trying to figure out how to get his body back and stop ashfur. idk what he figures out there tbh. he runs into berrynose who’s really mad at him bc “he got me killed grr grr” or smth but some of the other ghosts, jayfeather notably, defend shadowsight from him and point out berrynose Didn’t Have To Attempt Murder. they then get separated bc ashfur shows up.

rootspring is helping the rebels as more cats arrive; spotfur, dappletuft, harelight, icewing, breezepelt, sedgewhisker… puddleshine and slatefur arrive together, injured, and violetshine is not far behind them with needleclaw. pouncestep and sunbeam arrive a day later. they’re still trying to gather as much info as they can on what might stop ashfur as more cats arrive but they don’t have much. also life in the rebel camp is it’s own sort of chaos; squirrelflight and crowfeather can’t agree on anything, mothwing wants nothing to do with it, and they have no leads. rootspring hasn’t seen any ghosts around and is worried about shadowsight.

bristlefrost and her family come up with a plan. idk what the plan is yet but it ends up working out that thriftear, bristlefrost, and fernsong get away but ivypool and flipclaw are nearly caught and are still stuck. in the commotion, bristlefrost manages to get back to ivypool and flipclaw, but thriftear and fernsong get separated from her. they are still stuck.

rootspring greets thriftear as she arrives and guides her to the rebel camp. she’s distressed and upset and dovewing tries to comfort her as she explains the rest of her family is missing. 

squirrelflight calls a meeting and is basically like “okay. what do we do.” and no one knows but they have ideas and they debate the ideas for a bit

shadowsight is still following his body around and he sees that it like. found bristlefrost and is about to attack her and he panics and lunges for himself and it's like he hits someone. and suddenly, he’s in his body.

bristlefrost is like “what are you doing??” and he tells her it’s Him and idk he convinces her it’s him for real and he’s in his body again and she’s like “sick ok we need to get to the rebels camp” and they start for it but something happens and bris gets separated from him and he ends up stumbling across the rebel camp and exhaustion from travel when he’s still healing plus exhaustion from getting his body back makes him just kinda collapse for a couple of days

he wakes up and finds puddleshine who explains what happened and he talks to rootspring a little and his sister and eventually goes to squirrelflight and crowfeather and explains both how he got his body back and also that bristlefrost is okay but he lost track of her. they decide to go and search for her and for others.

they find ivypool fernsong and flipclaw as well as tigerheart, tree, cloverfoot, a bunch of others that are okay and bring them back. they gather up everyone, especially whoever they have that was a dark forest trainee, and start debating what the best way to take down ashfur is. ivypool is hesitant because she’s pretty sure the only way for them to fight ashfur on remotely equal footing is to fight him in the dark forest. they decide to do that

i HAVE NOT FIGURED OUT AN ENDING YET SO THAT'S AS FAR AS I GO RN if i update it ill like reblog later and mention it

#sketch speaks #sketch's wc rewrite #warrior cats #warrior cats au #THIS IS LIKE. SUPER VAGUE I LITERALLY SHORTENED THIS LIKE THREE TIMES #ITS SO LONG IM SO SORRY #i am open to criticism on this ofc and like. i've overthought this so much i can't overthink it anymore so if i messed up explaining smth or #smth doesn't make sense or idk i worded something bad lmk its late and i cant think #i am Anxious about sharing this im ngl i always get really nervous about sharing like. details on things idk why #awawawawawawawawa

[charm-03]

NATURE NOSE - YOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL WHEN YOU NEED TO SNEEZE

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The next few days were pretty normal—work, chilling at home, Evett being allergic to everything. On Friday I texted him while we were still at work.

‘🎥 🍿?’

He was still teaching so I didn’t expect him to answer immediately. I was typing a proposal for a grant for the nature schools when class was over, and just barely finished before the kids came running through to go home for the day. Evett followed, a handkerchief clamped over his nose.

"I don’t ETCH! Think I CHHHH! Should go AT…CHIM! To a mo…CHOO! a mov…HET…CHOOOO! Movie…ETCHETCHCHHH!" he struggled through his words. I gave him a friendly smile and offered him a clean hanky from the desk.

"No problem hon, I forgot that the Oilers play tonight anyway. We obviously can’t miss that…"

"ATCH…CHOO! Of course not…" Evett answered with a wink.

•••••••••••

So we headed home after the building was locked up, stopping only to pick up pizza for supper. I had demanded that Evett take his allergy meds so he didn’t suffer all night. Besides, I wanted to play a game with him.

So when we got to my house I put Roo in the backyard and went to change into something more comfortable. Just a T-shirt and sweats, but I also put a few drops of perfume on my neck and chest. I grabbed beer from the kitchen, and went into the living room where I grabbed my pizza and settled into my couch flipping the game on.

When Evett came into the room after changing himself he went straight to his couch. I kept an eye on him as we watched the game. He was fine for the first period, not looking bothered by the scent. Halfway through the second he had started sniffling, and rubbing at his nose.

"Is Roo in the house?" he asked rubbing his nose harder.

"Naw, I put him outside. Are you okay?" I asked him as the Oilers scored. "Yes!"

Evett grinned, "yeah I’m okay."

We watched the rest of the second period before Evett sneezed. Ten times, stifled into his fist.

"Aw babe, something is bothering you…" I cooed, getting off of my couch and going over to him. I straddled him and leaned down to kiss him.

"Ehh…ahh…" he began breathing harder.

"Mmm…yeah something is bothering your poor nose…" I breathed softly into his ear. As his breath started to hitch desperately I put my finger under his nose pressing t"firmly against his septum. "You’re so beautiful when you need to sneeze…" I told him. He protested against my finger and I grinned at him. "You’re even more beautiful when you hold those sneezes back…" keeping my finger under his nose I kissed gently up the bridge, feeling his body squirm under mine.

"Ahh…aHh?…EHh!…Ohh…Heid…"

"Shh…" I said. I leaned down to kiss his neck. This meant my neck was right beside his nose. His eyes were streaming tears, and his nose was emptying snot over my finger.

"Mmm…" the noise that escaped him was a mixture of torture, but also pleasure. The one that followed was pain, so I sat up and looked down at him.

"You okay baby?" I asked gently.

"Nooohh…"

"Okay, I’ll remove my finger but you have to hold the sneezes in yourself. For the entire third period, no sneezing. You can sniffle, you can blow your nose, but no sneezing. Okay?"

Evett nodded quickly, and whimpered as I bent down to kiss his lips.

"Okay…" I breathed, slowly taking my finger from under his nose, softly running it across his septum. "You’ll be fine…" I said as I swung my leg over and stood up on the floor. I went back to my couch and settled back in to watch the rest of the game…

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tbc…

😏

#sneezefic #snzfic #sneezes #allergic #allergy #pollen allergy #allergies #anticipation #i love him

[ravennawritesfanfiction]

Toss A Coin To Your Witcher (Part 1)

Characters: (Y/N), Geralt, Jaskier, Yennefer (mentioned)

Pairing: Geralt x Reader

Word Count: 1647 Words

Summary: After Geralt catches you singing “Toss a coin”, feelings get in the way and you want to leave the duo.

Warnings: Language, Fluff and Angst

“If he doesn’t quit singing that fucking song, I will kill him myself!” You didn’t have to see him to know he was doing that thing. Not quite gritting his teeth, but close enough. His muscles were all tensed up. He really needed to loosen up.

Jaskier ignored Geralt’s comment and continued to play on, while looking directly at him. That bard loved to live dangerously. You gave him a pat on the shoulder and shook your head, effectively calling the reckless music man off. It wasn’t worth it. They would both have to suffer his chilling mood if Jaskier didn’t cease his nonsense. 

“You know, Geralt. Now would be a great time to stop walking.” Roach halted and Geralt turned to you. Still tense, his eyes burned holes into your forehead. “I could just pull you off from Roach and you could walk with your favorite bard?” His glare intensified.

“I should have left both of you in that last village. Would’ve been quieter.” He turned away and looked straight ahead. You looked at Jaskier and shrugged.

“It would have been, but you would be pestering poor Roach with your stories. And let’s face it, Love, you’d miss us too much.” You folded your arms and put on your most “try me” face. Jaskier looked at you in horror and then looked at Geralt to assess the incoming shit storm you had created. 

“I might miss you, but a break from him,” jabbing a finger toward Jaskier, “would be appreciated.” you looked at Jaskier just in time to see him throw up his hands in defeat. You would have felt bad for him if you thought that Geralt was actually serious. For all his efforts to make you and Jaskier believe that you were hardships to him, you always knew that he was secretly happy to not be alone; though, with that being said, he did value quiet time. 

You gave him a smile as he climbed off Roach. You were officially done walking for the night. You couldn’t be happier.

Jaskier left in search of any possible conquests that may be wandering in the woods. That would inevitably end in disaster, but for now, it left you alone with the Witcher. Only he could make everyone around him feel unwanted and protected at the same time. 

You sat in comfortable silence for a while. He did his thing and you sat there doing your own thing. 

“Toss a coin to your witcher, o valley of plenty, o valley of plenty,” you didn’t realize what you were you were doing until you noticed that Geralt was staring at you. “What?”

“You were singing the song.”  He didn’t look mad; in fact, he didn’t reveal much emotion at all. You had been listening to that damn song non stop for months. It had only been a matter of time until you too began to sing it. 

“I’m sor…” You didn’t get a chance to finish before the sound of the Witcher laughing stopped you mid apology. Something was wrong. He never laughed. “What’s happening? Why are you laughing?” You honestly weren’t even sure up to this point that he knew how to laugh.

“You know,” he laughed out as he shook his head, “I never thought I would actually like that bloody song, but to hear you singing it, it doesn’t even sound the same.” He looked at you and you didn’t know what to expect next. Before you were able to find out, Jaskier comes thrashing out of the darklit woods cursing his newest misadventure. Geralt turned away from you and you glared up at Jaskier who seemed to sense that he had stepped on a moment.

“So, how are you two doing tonight?” his eyebrows were raised in a silent accusation. 

“I don’t know, Jaskier, you interrupted right before it got good.” kicked at his legs, but he jumped back before you could make contact with his shin.

“You know what? I have had enough being attacked for one night. I am going to bed!” He stomped off.

“You promise?” You yelled after him; glad to be rid of him for the night.

““Interrupted before it got good” hmmm,” he didn’t even bother looking up, “what did you think was happening?” His question struck you.

“Nothing in particular, but then again you were laughing, so… something?” it had definitely felt like something.

“What did you want to happen?” his little game of twenty questions was getting annoying, and since when does he care about what you wanted to happen? 

“I don’t know, Geralt, I don’t usually put much thought into what I want these days because it doesn’t matter. We follow where you want to go, when you want to go. I’d like to think I mean more to you than just ‘the girl who takes care of your wounds and keeps the bard in check’, but I know better than to wish for things that won’t happen.” You had had feelings for Geralt when you first started traveling with the duo, but you learned very quickly that your place wasn’t beside Geralt, but behind him. You had stomped those feelings down, but the bloody bard dragged them up and now all you wanted was to turn back time and take back what you said.

“Is this how you really feel?” You could feel his eyes on you, but you didn’t look up.

“Isn’t that exactly what I am?,” you put down the stick you had picked up and stood up, “Doesn’t matter, I’m going to bed.” You heard Geralt stand, but he didn’t follow you when you walked off.

Sleep didn’t come easy that night. The wind through the leaves sounded like a banshee wailing. The few moments of rest you got showed you images of Geralt’s death; they would wake you up in tears each time. The night was long and cold.

Morning didn’t bring any relief. Your conversation with Geralt was still fresh in everyone’s minds. You sat off by yourself, tired and shaken from the nightmares. Geralt kept his distance, but you could feel his eyes watching you, studying you. Jaskier didn’t stay away for too long. He inched closer and closer until eventually he was sitting right beside you.

“You look like shit, no offense.” usually you’d hit him for a comment like that, but this time you just shrugged.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you looked at him, “I’m thinking of going home.” You had never heard the bard speechless in the time that you had known him, but for once he was left without words.

“Because of last night?” He looked nervous.

“No, I have thought about it for a while, but now, I just think it’s time I moved on.” He physically sagged. He had never made you wonder if he was your friend, and you felt bad leaving him behind. “You could come with? You’ve seen enough adventure to last a lifetime, endless ballads to be made.”

“I can’t leave him. I’m surprised you can.” his tone was uncharacteristically melancholy. 

“I don’t want to, but at the same time, I have to. I can’t stay here any longer while he pines for Yennefer and sleeps with prostitutes at every village we stop at. I can almost feel my heart break a new each time.” Jaskier was a hopeless romantic, you could see in his eyes that he knew how you felt.

“I understand, but let me ask you this; what would you do if you heard that something happened to him and if he had had you around, he may have survived his injuries? Could you live with that?” It was a valid question.

“I’ve seen his death a trillion times in my nightmares, each time as real as this conversation. His death would kill me if I was here or not. It isn’t something I want to bare witness to.” you could feel yourself shaking. You looked to where Geralt had been sitting just to see that he had left. 

“What do you mean you’ve seen his death? Like a premonition?” He was intrigued.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s my own fear,” you were interrupted, a common occurance lately.

“Pardon, but it’s time to get going,” Geralt looked at you, “Did you sleep?”

“Not much, but I’ll live.” You gathered up all of miscellaneous things you had laying around. 

“You can ride with me then, we don’t need fatigue slowing us down.” Geralt was getting Roach ready for the day’s journey. And not actually looking at you as he made his offer. 

“I’m fine walking with Jaskier.” You got your pack settled on your back.

“Then give me your bags. (y/n), I’m not fucking around.” His tone wasn’t as harsh as his words.

“Geralt,” cut off again.

“(y/n), NOW.” He was aggravated, you could tell, but why was he being helpful now.

“Fine, take it.” you shoved it at him and set off in the direction you had been going in the day before. Jaskier jogged to catch up with you and Geralt let Roach bring up the rear. 

“He was just trying to help.” Jaskier put a hand on your shoulder and you groaned.

“No, what he’s doing is making it so I can’t leave. If I’m on Roach, I can’t leave. If he has my stuff, I can’t leave. He heard.” Jaskier stopped in his tracks and looked between you and Geralt dumbfounded. He hadn’t put two and two together, but it made perfect sense.

“Do you live in his head? How did you figure that out so quickly?” Jaskier jogged to catch back up.

“Is that what you’re doing, Geralt?” You shouted over your shoulder.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Roach was now beside you. 

“I’ll take that as a yes then” You rolled your eyes and kept walking.

 TBC

Part 2

#geralt x reader #geralt of rivia #the witcher #toss a coin to your witcher #jaskier #fanfiction

[guiltyidealist]

Having read both Squirrelflight’s Hope and Veil of Shadows, have some spoilers and speculation for both. Warning: the post is long as shit and includes spoilers for Squirrelflight’s Hope and TBC up to VoS.

After VoS, I can’t deny that LBramblestar is Ashfur. Here are passages from the book that seal the deal. (I’m gonna cite the pages they were on from the PDF, since that’s what I have) In bold are pieces of text that are particularly damning.

... Bramblestar halted and plunged his nose into a thick growth of moss on the root of an oak tree, sniffing deeply. Turning to Bristlefrost, he asked her, “Is that Squirrelflight’s scent? Has she been here?” 

Bristlefrost wasn’t sure how to react. [...]  [W]hy was Bramblestar asking? Was he looking for reassurance that the exiled deputy was gone?

[...] “It smells like ... moss. “I’m not sure,” she replied to Bramblestar. “It could be.”

Bramblestar gave her a curt nod and continued toward the lake, but he was still watchful, and a few paces farther on he stopped to sniff at the debris beneath a holly bush and asked Bristlefrost the same question. There was a strange, wistful look in his eyes. [...] Even when Bramblestar and the rest of the cats reached the lakeshore and crossed into WindClan territory, the impostor still kept up his search for Squirrelflight. Why? Bristlefrost wondered. Does he feel threatened by her? Does he think she might come back and try to take leadership of the Clan? Then she saw how Bramblestar’s tail began to droop with disappointment when he couldn’t find any definite traces of the former deputy. Bristlefrost realized there must be something more behind his search. He misses her.

But then why had he sent Squirrelflight away in the first place?

Warriors: Veil of Shadows, PDF page 104-105

“Come in, come in,” Bramblestar mewed testily. “I need to talk to you.” [...] Dipping her head respectfully, she padded forward to within a tail-length of where Bramblestar sprawled in his nest.

“I’ve been in the Twolegplace, searching for Squirrelflight,” he told her. “But I haven’t caught the least hint of her scent. I was there all night, but it was no use. I don’t have the faintest idea where she is.” Apprehension began to gnaw at Bristlefrost’s belly. “Why are you looking for her?” she asked. “Squirrelflight left Clan territory, just as you ordered. Surely you don’t think she deserves more punishment?”

Bramblestar shook his head sadly. “To tell the truth ... I expected Squirrelflight to come home and ask to be taken back into ThunderClan,” he admitted. “But she hasn’t. I must have really angered her,” he continued, gazing up at the den wall as if he could see his former deputy standing there. “I know she must still love me, deep down. If I could only talk to her again...” His voice choked and he closed his eyes, resting his nose on his paws.

[...] Bramblestar’s head snapped up again. “I have a new task for you,” he rasped. “You have to search for Squirrelflight. You must find her. And when you do, you must tell her that her exile is revoked. You must get her to come back to ThunderClan.” “But what will the rest of the Clan think about that?” Bristlefrost asked. “You exiled all the codebreakers. How can you let just one come back? Wouldn’t that encourage other cats to start doubting your leadership?”

“Oh, Bristlefrost ...” Bramblestar blinked at her with a look of amused affection that made her feel cold right down to her claw-tips. “When you’re older and more experienced, you’ll realize that there is such a thing as forgiveness, even from StarClan. I’m their representative in the Clan, now that the medicine cats can’t speak to them, and I’ve decided that Squirrelflight can be forgiven, if she changes her ways. Squirrelflight is ... special.”

Warriors: Veil of Shadows, PDF pages 186-188

How much do I need to explain here? Despite previously exiling Squilf, LBramblestar wants her back... because he expected her to beg to come back. Why would he do this? Let’s look at this from an Ashfur lens: he wanted to see her grovel and beg for him just to satisfy himself. However, he still has feelings for her (though it isn’t love, because that’s..... not love) and wants her to return, as he is distressed about her absence. This is further supported by LBramble’s previous possessiveness over Squilf. The last sentence, too, supports that LBramble is Ashfur for obvious reasons.

Anybody remember Squirrelflight’s Hope and how, when Squilf and Leaf were in StarClan, the authors took the time to showcase Ashfur’s acceptance into StarClan in spite of his mistakes and Squilf’s discomfort with three separate paragraphs?

She stiffened as gray fur moved at the edge of her vision. She recognized it at once. Ashfur. The gray tom had caused so much trouble for her and for Leafpool’s kits. And yet he was here. He dipped his head as she saw him, then glanced at Hollyleaf. [...] Hollyleaf blinked calmly at the gray tom. There was no sign of anger in her gaze. Had the two cats learned to live in peace here in StarClan?

Squirrelflight nodded curtly to Ashfur. She wasn’t sure she could be as forgiving as Hollyleaf. After all, Ashfur had threatened to destroy the happiness she’d found with Bramblestar, and almost succeeded.

Warriors: Squirrelflight’s Hope, PDF page 531

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Squirrelflight could still see Ashfur out of the corner of her eye. She leaned closer to Hollyleaf. “It seems strange that he didn’t end up in the Dark Forest,” she whispered. 

Hollyleaf shrugged. “I guess, but he’s apologized. I think he’s changed.” 

Longtail narrowed his eyes. “I wouldn’t wish the Dark Forest on any cat.”

Warriors: Squirrelflight’s Hope, PDF page 532

~~~~~~~~~~~~

... Ashfur got to his paws. He signaled to Dustpelt with his tail. “Do you want to come hunting?” he called. “I’m meeting Whitestorm by the river.”

“Sure.” Dustpelt acknowledged the gray warrior with a nod. “I’d better go. Whitestorm will be waiting.” Dustpelt dipped his head. “I’ll see you when I get back.”

[...] She watched as Dustpelt met Ashfur at the entrance. “Isn’t it weird having Ashfur around?” she asked Hollyleaf.

“Not really.” Hollyleaf licked a paw absently. “After a while, what happened in the forest seems less important.”

Warriors: Squirrelflight’s Hope, PDF page 555

All the talking about forgiveness and moving on in regards to Ashfur should remind you of LBramble’s words: “... there is such a thing as forgiveness, even from StarClan.” There’s far too much weight on those words for that to be coincidental.

Okay, onto a new track. Here’s what happens when Bristlefrost Squ, Mothwing, and Squilf fake Squilf’s death:

[...] [T]he false Bramblestar padded up to join her.

His amber eyes widened as he saw the blood and fur, and then, to Bristlefrost’s astonishment, his face contorted in what looked like real grief. Hunching his shoulders, he bowed his head and flattened his ears. For a few heartbeats he seemed unable to speak.

“She’s dead ... and I killed her,” he choked out at last.

Fuck nice citation. VoS, PDF page 196

“Maybe you should get up now,” Bristlefrost suggested. “There’s a hunting patrol waiting for your orders, and a few warriors want to speak to you about border marking. And—” Bramblestar gazed at her with confusion in his face. “What are you meowing about?” he grumbled. Then he lifted a weary paw and waved her away. “Let Berrynose deal with them,” he murmured. “I don’t care about any of it. How can I? Squirrelflight is dead, and it’s my fault. If I hadn’t exiled her ...”

[...]

Bramblestar just moaned and looked away, closing his eyes as his whiskers drooped in pain. Bristlefrost wasn’t even sure that he had heard her. Then with a pitiful whine he buried his face in the bracken fronds of his nest.

He looked so miserable that Bristlefrost couldn’t suppress a pang of sympathy. For a moment she was tempted to tell him the truth, that Squirrelflight wasn’t dead at all; she just didn’t want to be found. But that would undo all our hard work. [...] She thrust the temptation away and remained silent.

VoS, PDF page 226-227

LBramble obviously gives an actual fuck about Squilf for some unknown reason... that is, the reason would be unknown if we didn’t know it was Ashfur. As said before, he still harbors feelings for her for some reason. He displays this grief again on PDF page 332.

Onto something else:

“Ungrateful cats!” Bramblestar was grumbling as he entered his den. Shadowsight slipped in behind him. “They need discipline. They need to be taught not to steal, not to question their leader, not to trespass ...” He glanced back over his shoulder. “Wouldn’t you agree, Shadowsight?”

Shadowsight’s jaw dropped, and he stood gaping, utterly astonished. The false Bramblestar was staring straight at him. [...] The ThunderClan leader bared his teeth in a grin. “That’s right ... I can see you,” he meowed. “I knew you were trespassing in our territory the minute you appeared in the camp.” Shadowsight struggled to find words. “But how?” he asked eventually. [...] “[M]aybe,” Bramblestar continued, his face still set in the same chilling grin, “it’s because spirits can always recognize other spirits.” As Shadowsight stared at him with a mixture of fear and disbelief, he thought he saw the edges of Bramblestar’s body begin to blur, as though mist were seeping out of his pelt. A heartbeat later another cat slid out like smoke from a burning fire and stood in front of Shadowsight, while the body he had left slumped to the floor of the den. A glow pulsed around the cat’s pelt; Shadowsight found it hard to make out the color of his fur. But his eyes were dark blue, so different from Bramblestar’s warm amber ones. His gaze was fixed on Shadowsight with a menacing gleam.

VoS, PDF pages 254-255

Fire imagery and blue eyes (also mentioned on PDF page 303 by Bristlefrost)? hMmmmMMMMmmmmmmm....

Finally, the most damning of them all, in the scenes following the defeat of LBramble’s forces:

She was turning to leave the den when Bramblestar stirred again and his eyes flickered open. “Squirrelflight!” he called out in a pained, wheezing gasp. [...]

Bramblestar’s chest heaved as he fought to breathe, and he finally managed to force out a few more words. [...]

“I came back ... for you.”

The effort had been too much. Bramblestar’s body sagged and his eyes closed as he lapsed back into unconsciousness.

“Is he dead?” Squirrelflight asked, her eyes wide with alarm.

Shadowsight bent over the ThunderClan leader, placing a paw on his chest and sniffing around his muzzle. “No, he’s alive,” he mewed at last. Straightening up, he added, “Squirrelflight, what did that mean? ‘I came back for you’?”

For a moment Squirrelflight seemed completely confused, gazing up at the roof of the den and back down at Bramblestar’s motionless form. “I’m starting to think there’s something familiar about this fake Bramblestar,” she murmured. “But I can’t quite put my paw on what it is, or who it might actually be. I do know one thing, though,” she added, meeting Shadowsight’s concerned gaze. “I have a terrible feeling about all of this.”

Vos, PDF page 407

If the encounter with Shadowsight hadn’t sold you, this should. At the very end of the book, Squirrelflight exclaims that she figured out who the impostor is and they leave us on that cliffhanger. The reveal of Ashfur as our villain is just a matter of time, now.

#long post #warrior cats #warrior cats spoilers #veil of shadows spoilers #veil of shadows #warriors tbc #wc tbc #tbc spoilers #squirrelflight's hope #ashfur #fake!bramblestar #bramblestar #squirrelflight #bristlefrost

[warriorsfireandwater]

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what's your unpopular opinion? (unpopular as in you see no one else saying it)

(TBC SPOILERS) i’m honestly not sure how unpopular this is because I haven’t been keeping up with the community reactions to TBC (I haven’t read the last three books but have more or less spoiled everything meaningful for myself), but I have heard some expression of it being bad writing that Ashfur is (likely) the imposter, which I don’t... agree with? From the snippets I’ve read I’m kind of pleasantly surprised by the arc, I didn’t love the first book but do intend to catch back up and have read a lot of excerpts afterwards. Anyway, I think Ashfur is a fitting cat for the specific role of taking over Bramblestar. Everything about the character’s behavior and the signs given to Shadowsight point to Ashfur. I’ve seen some people complain that he’s out of character, which I really disagree with - first, he wasn’t like... a totally calm and rational and respectable cat when Squirrelflight wasn’t around; after the rejection he was moody, irritable, a bad mentor, etc. He had the gall to plot a coup of his leader and use a fire to try and murder two warriors and a medicine cat. Second, it’s not far-fetched to believe that being in StarClan and seeing life go on for everyone else would have made him even more bitter. I found it REALLY hard to believe when he was just chilling peacefully in StarClan after having “loved too much”. Dude spent over a year chewing on his anger towards Squirrelflight for not dating him, is it THAT ridiculous to believe he would just keep getting bitter and angry? And, honestly, I think it would be bad writing if they flipped it and made it anybody else at this point. Not because I necessarily want it to be Ashfur (I would rather he just... was gone at this point so we could focus on the hundreds of new cats and their conflicts! most of them don’t even know who this guy is!), but because it would so ridiculous to drop THIS many hints about it and then pull a bait and switch. they’re practically banging us over the head with “ITS HIM”, and warriors is not known (lately) for being skilled at keeping characters straight and dropping more than one extremely obvious prophecy/hint/etc about something. It’s refreshing to see the repeated but less blunt symbolism instead of what they had going on in like.... Tigerheart’s Shadow where everyone was stumbling around going “Have ya heard of a six toed cat? Six toes, anyone?”

what's your opinion on Starclan in general? do you think it's flawed?

I’ve gotten this one a lot! And yeah, but I think the flaw mostly comes from the worldbuilding. StarClan as an entity wouldn’t be so all over the place if they had consistent and limiting lore.

Take The Prophecies Begin, where it was extremely unusual for Fireheart to be in regular communication with Spottedleaf, who was a single StarClan cat. Even then, they weren’t having full on conversations, it was glimpses of her in dreams and him feeling led to where he needed to be by her. She gave him warnings that weren’t just “HEY, THERE’S A PACK OF DOGS!”, they were (somewhat) cryptic and took effort and real-world sleuthing to understand. StarClan was mysterious, they were believed to be all-powerful but hey, no one REALLY knows what they can do because you only see them through the lens of cats getting rare, privileged glimpses of them.

I think Jayfeather and his power broke StarClan. Even TNP wasn’t horrible with how much StarClan was present - the journey to Midnight was... somewhat unnecessary, imo (or at least needed some better justification to the characters - it honestly should’ve just been straight to the lake). There were some unnecessary prophecies, but StarClan still wasn’t overt. It wasn’t until we literally had the perspective of a cat who could do whatever he wanted in the terms of speaking to and walking with StarClan that they really lost their mystery and started to feel like pushy jerks. We lost the old characterization of cats like Yellowfang, butchered for some Jayfeather conflict, had so much StarClan influence that Jayfeather’s decisions were governed by them instead of by what he, as a character, actually wanted. Jayfeather’s insight into StarClan then just... set a lazy precedent for always having overt StarClan influence and kept up with the butchered characters they gave us. StarClan should have remained a mystery to the readers, even if a single character had more open communication with them - if they went with that power and wanted to keep StarClan from feeling broken, he honestly just... shouldn’t have had a POV.

[gumnut-logic]

The Dentist (pt13)

Arrgh, another 1500 words and still no answers. Slippery eels, I tell you. Next part, definitely the next part ::glares at the characters::

Well, we’ve just passed the 10,000 word mark. So much for the tiny fic ::headdesk:: I’m fighting to finish this, I promise! Thank you for all your wonderful support ::hugs you all madly::

From here.

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Virgil was edgy for the rest of the day, watching his brothers at first wander to and fro from the infirmary, then, once he had escaped that horrible room, watch them moon about the house. They eyed him as if he was explosive or fragile or worse.

The tableau was broken midafternoon when Eos called Scott out to rescue a crane driver from a collapsing highrise. The annoying thing was that it was more a job for Virgil and Two than Scott and One, but his brother took it anyway, the blue glare pinning Virgil to the sofa cushions.

After that there was one less brother mooning about the house avoiding Virgil.

At one point he approached John who, oddly, had yet to announce his return to Five, and attempted to get some answers out of him.

A hand landed on his shoulder and Virgil’s eyes widened at the sad expression on his younger brother’s face. “You’ll need to wait for Scott on this one, Virgil.”

“What is going on? You all look as if someone has died.” His eyes widened at John’s subtle flinch. “What aren’t you telling me?!”

John’s other hand landed on Virgil’s other shoulder and his space brother looked down at him, his expression ever so honest and sincere. “No one has died, Virgil. We just found out that someone we know and love has been hurt.”

“Who?!” Faces raced through his mind.

“Virgil, please wait for Scott.”

“Why?”

“Just...trust us.”

Virgil bit back the expletive as John squeezed his shoulders. What the hell was going on?

“John...”

“Wait for Scott.”

Wait for Scott. He grit his teeth to hold back his response.

He hid in his room for an hour, then fell asleep.

He awoke to find Alan perched on the end of his bed playing a computer game. “Alan.”

“Hey, Virgil. Hold a sec, I just gotta...” The game console let off a series of squawks and Alan swore. “So close!”

Virgil stared at him a moment, but when Alan’s attention didn’t return to him, he pushed off the covers and climbed out of bed. A trip to the bathroom and he encountered himself in the mirror.

The swelling was finally going down. He could see straight. His right eye was still bloodshot and the skin around it a rainbow of colours, but he could see. His mouth still hurt like crazy, but there had been no brothers sporting medication to alleviate the irritation which was odd in itself.

What were they waiting for?

He frowned and regretted it as it set off a throb in his eye that threatened to progress into a headache.

“Virgil, you okay in there?”

So Alan was hovering. No doubt still feeling guilty and worried about him. “Alan, I’m fine.” And honestly he was. Achy, yes, but his head was finally clear from the medication fog, his balance was fine, he could even speak okay.

He washed his face gently and patted it dry before returning to his room.

Alan’s eyes were on him the moment he walked in.

“I’m fine, Alan, I promise.”

Alan guiltily returned to his console. “Sorry, just making sure.”

A sigh and Virgil sat down beside him. “What is it? Is it this thing you guys refuse to talk to me about?”

Alan dropped his arms into his lap, fingering his game console. “It sucks.”

Perhaps it did, if Virgil knew what they were talking about. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Can’t. Not until you’re better.”

“I am better.”

“I-“ Alan cut himself off and shook his head. “I’m sorry, Virgil, I...” Blue eyes caught his and widened, staring. Tears welled suddenly and anger flashed. Alan bit his lip hard and spat out a string of profanity of the likes he had never heard from his little brother.

“Alan!”

“He is so lucky he’s dead.” A blink and Alan appeared to realise what he had said. “I...I’m sorry, Virg, I’m...aw, hell.” And his little brother was up and out the door before Virgil could grab him.

What?!

Virgil pushed himself off the bed and out the door, but Alan was gone.

What the hell was going on?!

As if to answer his question, the distant roar of rocket engines became immediate and the building echoed through its soundproofing as Thunderbird One lowered herself into her bay below the pool. Virgil couldn’t see her, but he knew the process like his own breathing. He made his way through the house and down to the comms room, knowing that would be where his brother would gravitate.

He found Gordon sitting at their father’s desk in his hoverchair. His father’s chair had been spun off to one side. Whatever he was doing, he was very focussed. Virgil was able to make his way around the lounge and step up to the desk. Gordon was staring at a document floating above the desktop and poking it with a stylus.

“Hey, Gordon.”

His brother physically jumped and the stylus went flying. The document disappeared as Gordon hurriedly swiped it away. “Oh, hey, Virg. You’re awake.”

If that wasn’t a guilty look then Virgil knew nothing about his brother. “Yes, Gordon, I’m awake. And before you ask, yes, I’m feeling better, thank you.” He eyed the aquanaut as he struggled to compose himself. “A better question might be, are you okay?”

Gordon looked away and Virgil found himself reaching out, his hand landing on his brother’s shoulders. “What is it?”

Bloodshot russet-brown eyes looked up at him. “Have you ever questioned Dad’s belief that everyone is worth saving?”

Okay, random. “Uh, no, why?”

Gordon looked down at the desk again. “Because he is wrong. There are people on this planet who do things that cancel out that right.”

Virgil swallowed. “It is not our place to judge who is worth saving, Gordon.”

“I know. It’s just...” He looked up again. “Some people are just assholes who don’t deserve the privilege of life.”

Virgil grabbed their father’s chair and sat down beside his brother. There were many things he could say. He could argue, make a point, but the despair in Gordon’s eyes was just painful. “Will you tell me what is going on?”

Gordon’s eyes widened before looking down at his lap. “We need to wait for Scott.”

Wait for Scott. “Why?” It came out frustrated.

“Because you’ll need him.”

The words sucked all the heat out of the room and his bones chilled. “Why?”

“Gordon!” Scott entered the room, still dressed in his uniform, the sleeve torn and bloodied.

Virgil shot to his feet and hurried over. “Scott, what the hell. Why didn’t you report an injury?”

Scott rolled his eyes. “It’s nothing-“

“Gordon, grab a first aid kit, and then find John. Why didn’t John pick up on this?”

Scott slapped his fingers away. “Because it is nothing, that’s why. Uniform got caught on a piece of metal as I fell and it tore. Scratched me up a little. The better question would be how are you?”

“You fell?! How far? Do you have any other injuries?” He stepped back a little and tracked his eyes over his brother. Nothing appeared out of order bar a few scuffs on his scuff pads.

“Virgil, for crying out loud. I fell, yes, but I caught myself with my grapple gun, I am fine.”

“I’ll be the judge of that. Now sit down and let me have a look.”

“Virgil-“

“I said sit down.” Calm, direct and as commanding as any Tracy brother.

The first aid kit appeared at Virgil’s elbow. He dug out the laser scalpel and began removing Scott’s sleeve as Gordon called over comms to summon John.

His brother sighed and surrendered.

Once the sleeve had been removed, it appeared that yes, he was overreacting just a little, but he didn’t care. Virgil preferred it that way. With a glare at his brother who by this time was smirking at him, he swabbed the wound clean and tapped it up with a couple of butterfly bandages. A protective dressing and he was satisfied that Scott wasn’t about to bleed to death on him.

“Happy now?” The pilot actually had the nerve to smirk at him.

“As happy as I can be when a brother has a hole in him, I guess.” He squeezed a uniform clad forearm absently as he began to tidy up the mess he had made.

“Virg, do you forgive me?” It was whispered, barely breath, but Virgil heard it. He looked up into pleading blue eyes.

A swallow. “Of course.” But he looked away, still processing the implications.

“Can you at least understand why I did it?”

A slow nod as he closed the lid of the first aid kit.

Scott grabbed his upper arm and squeezed. “Virgil-“

“I trust you, Scott.” But he wasn’t willing to talk about it just yet. “Get yourself cleaned up and meet me back here.” He caught those blue eyes again. “We have to talk.”

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TBC

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #virgil tracy #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #gordon tracy #john tracy #alan tracy

[dovewingz]

everything’s okay

a short piece exploring dovewing, jayfeather and lionblaze, and how they found acceptance in their lack of powers after the battle.

minor spoilers for tbc/tigerhearts shadow, as it’s set not too long after dovewing moves to shadowclan. i don’t quite remember the timelines, but i’m pretty sure it’s the period where everything is chill!

i haven’t written in quite a while, so i’m definitely a bit rusty! hope u enjoy

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Dovewing slipped past the lake, sticking close to the edge. The water was calm and still; she could barely even hear the sound of it swaying against the shore. Beyond the lake was the sun slowly making its way up the horizon. It sent waves of colour across a usually blue-grey sky. The reflection of it on the water was bright and it made Dovewing’s fur shine even in the dull light of dawn.

Focusing her attention away from the lake, Dovewing turned to spot two familiar figures in the distance: a large tom, and a much smaller, skinnier tom. Skipping over the rocks, Dovewing bounded over to them with a purr. When she arrived, she reached up to press her cheek against Lionblaze’s, and brushed her tail tip to Jayfeather's shoulder.

“Hi, sorry I’m late.”

“You’re always late,” Jayfeather remarked.

Lionblaze snorted. “I think we’re early! You basically wake me up before the dawn patrol has even left!”

“We have to be if we want to be here on time.” Jayfeather gave Dovewing a sharp look, and it was only then that she remembered how scary his glares were. With a small squeak, she backed away and settled down beside Lionblaze, who laughed and bumped Jayfeather’s shoulder. “Stop scaring her, Jay!”

“If I have the opportunity, I will take it.” Jayfeather lifted his head up indignantly.

“So just like when I was an apprentice,” Dovewing chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Clearly nothing has changed.”

The second the words left her mouth, Dovewing regretted them. Jayfeather’s gaze darkened and he looked at the ground, ears flattening against his head. Lionblaze stilled, averting his eyes.

“Sorry,” she said quickly. “Of course things have changed. A lot-- a lot of things.”

She remembered the Great Battle and all the loss that came with it. She knew that they must be thinking of Hollyleaf, their sister. She had barely settled back into ThunderClan after her disappearance before she was killed.

“It’s not that,” Lionblaze said as though reading her mind, still not looking up. “It’s just… It’s just Jay…” he paused for a second, glancing at Jayfeather and touching his tail to his. When Jayfeather nodded, Lionblaze continued, “Jay tried to use his powers yesterday, and he… couldn’t. Someone was upset and he couldn’t--”

“That’s not what happened,” Jayfeather interrupted, tail flicking back and forth. “That’s not what happened, I lied.”

Lionblaze whipped his head around to look at him. “What?”

Jayfeather shifted, keeping his narrowed eyes on the ground. “I lied. I didn’t try to use my powers yesterday. I lied because I was…” He trailed off, gaze hardening again. “That doesn’t matter why, but I lied.” He went quiet but by the way Lionblaze was staring at him expectantly, Dovewing knew it wouldn’t be long before he continued.

Jayfeather lifted his head, letting out a huff. After a few more moments of silence, he went on, “Poppyfrost was upset, I knew that, and I… I asked if she was okay.” He cleared his throat, shrugging. “It came naturally. There were no memories, no intense emotions, only a question that she didn’t even have to answer. It was-- it was nice, I guess.”

As Jayfeather dropped his gaze again, Lionblaze grinned, wrapping a paw around him and pulling him close. “Aww! I’m so proud of you!” he laughed, rubbing his face against Jayfeather’s. Jayfeather wriggled against his hug, shoving him away with an angry grunt and a yell of, “Get off me, you big doof!”

When Lionblaze let him go, Jayfeather shook out his fur. He edged a little further away while glaring at his brother, and muttered, “Have you had a moment… like that?”

Lionblaze blinked, frowning in thought. His narrowed his eyes. Dovewing giggled at his attempts at a thoughtful expression that she’d known for so long. It wasn’t long before his goofy grin returned, and he exclaimed, “I have!”

“Yeah?” she prompted.

He nodded. “The other day,” he began, pausing for a moment to find his words. “The other day I broke my claw.”

“By tripping over a root!” Jayfeather cut in. “You fell straight on your face and would not stop whining, I don’t know how Cinderheart puts up with y--”

“Jayy! That’s not my point.” Lionblaze groaned, glaring at him. Jayfeather stared at him smugly. “My point is that broke my claw, and I don’t know, I just-- It was okay. I felt okay.”

“You were crying like a little kit,” Jayfeather scoffed.

“Jay!” Lionblaze gave him a light shove, clearly struggling to fight a smile. “Let me finish.”

Jayfeather rolled his eyes. “Go on.”

Lionblaze let out a sigh. “I just… I felt okay. It hurt, obviously-” Lionblaze stopped to give his brother an annoyed look, “-it hurt but I didn’t think about it too much. It was-- It was normal. It was normal that I got hurt, that I... can get hurt.”

Dovewing smiled warmly and nodded. Jayfeather was quiet for a few seconds as he nodded slowly too. Then, very softly, he said, “You were still complaining about it the next day.”

It was only then that Lionblaze whacked Jayfeather over the ear-- or tried to. Jayfeather ducked, letting out a tiny laugh as Lionblaze came tumbling forward. He scrambled to his paws and tried again, letting out a frustrated grunt.

Dovewing’s attention on the brothers faded as she concentrated on the lake. She couldn’t hear the tide from here, but she could hear the breeze rushing through the leaves behind her. She could feel it gently tugging at her fur, too.

She couldn’t see the little mice that hid amongst the bushes and in little holes, but she knew that they were there. She could feel the sand from Lionblaze and Jayfeather’s tussle being thrown in the air and make a mess. As the wind picked up, she could hear the creek of a great old oak at the edge of the forest. She couldn’t hear the animals that lived within the tree and atop the branches, but she knew that they were always there.

When Lionblaze came crashing down beside her, her attention was brought back to reality. She smiled faintly down at him, tilting her head. “You lost, huh?”

Lionblaze heaved himself to his paws, muttering out a defeated, “Yeah, he’s fast.”

Jayfeather came and sat down beside them, looking very pleased with himself. Lionblaze began to groom his messy fur, casting angry looks at Jayfeather every now and again.

Dovewing looked back across the lake. “I was hunting a squirrel earlier. It was very windy, and when I listened out, it was loud, but it wasn’t overwhelming,” she told them. “When I caught the squirrel it felt… normal, as you said. I was just a cat hunting for her Clan and I caught a squirrel as easily as any other warrior.”

She glanced at the others, a hopeful smile spreading across her face. “I think that’s when I knew that everything was okay.”

#my writing #writing #dovewing #jayfeather #lionblaze #tigerhearts shadow #reblogs appreciated!

[writeforself]

Entrance to the Underworld [1/2]

Brasidas x Reader

Warning: Angst and some blood AU of Brasidas survived 

A/N: I was devastated, still am. Although with the historical fact, it was hard to witness that. Because, like always I invest too much in a character. So I just feel like writing it, for the love of Brasidas. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you.

“Seek what you need in the world beneath.”

The mysterious voice of the oracle still lingers in his ears, like the dead wind brushing across his skin. The sun is bright and warm, and the wheat field is singing in this pleasant weather. Yet standing at the entrance to the cave, with the chilling wind roaring out from the inside, he couldn’t help but feel the chill in his spine, for it is strange for wind to come out of the cave like this.

Before him, he cannot see anything but a bottomless darkness. A sense of dreadfulness traveling out with the wind, seeping into the realm of Apollo. A foul odour of iron lingering at the entrance of cave. He has heard rumours about this cave. They say people had disappeared around this area, leaving trails of red across this land of beauty. They say chantings and wail of agony echo from the cave in the dark of night, striking fears into whoever heard it.

But he has no fear. He is a Spartan; and a Spartan has no fear.

He starts descending down into the cave, step by step, grasping on the cold hard stones, and letting go. The air is still, the atmosphere is grim. The only few sounds he could hear are the beating of his heart, the noise of his sandals rubbing against the wall, and the haunting voice of the oracle resonating in his head.

“Down the cave, deep into water, dive through darkness.”

He holds his breath when he finally feels chilling moist oozing into his skin; then he jumps.

***

It all happened too fast. When he woke up, the battle was over.

The last memory of his was you falling down in front of him, under the mighty strength of Deimos. Then it was pain and darkness. He thought he died, and was ready to meet Hades. Yet when he opened his eyes, it was Kassandra, sitting not far on the other side of the tent, face frowning. The sun had fallen, dim torches lighting up the tent, shadows covering her face.

She was sitting at the corner of the tent, from this angle he could see a figure lying on the ground, motionless. Yet even with the faintest light, he could see the red string from his clothes, which he had given to you before the battle, that was wrapping around your pale wrist.

He jumped up from his position, and felt a dreadful pain spreading across his head. His vision blurred, and nearly fell back onto the ground.

“Brasidas!”

He was able to keep himself from falling by holding onto the edge of  the table beside himself. He could see Kassandra running to his side with the remaining peripheral vision, which was starting to recover. His gaze wandered over the ground, and laid on the figure laying on the ground.

“Is that?” He questioned, feeling his strength escaping with his breathes. “Yes.” Kassandra answered, helping him to stand back up.

He felt a pain radiating inside him. He pulled himself forward with his still exhausted legs, dragging across the floor. Kassandra followed behind him with careful treads.

When he finally reached the destination, he saw a pale figure lying still on the floor. You looked so pale as if the life and the blood had been drained out of your body. He collapsed onto the floor, staring at you without uttering a single word. He sat there silently. Every moment that passed seemed like eternity. Kassandra waited patiently next to him, unable to find a proper thing to say.

“Is she?” Finally he spoke. His voice sounded calm, clenching to a remaining hope. “No, no Brasidas.” As soon as she caught the question, Kassandra answered without hesitation. She observed his reaction and continued speaking. “She’s still alive. I’ve asked Barnabas to find Hippocrates. He will help her get better.”

Although he had some question for Kassandra’s answer, he felt a certain degree of relief when he heard the word “alive”. He returned to observe your condition, and saw a slight motion on your chest, faint but, a sign of breathing. He reached for your wrist with the red string wrapping around to feel the heartbeats; he was surprised to find out how feeble it was, as if any moment it would just stop working.

“What happened?” His gaze still fixed upon you, worrying. “You were attacked by Deimos.” The striking presence of the man in god flashed through his mind, he waited patiently for Kassandra to collect her thoughts and continue talking. “You were found when the battle was over. Both seriously wounded.” “What happened to that man?” Who wounded me twice. He kept part of his words to himself. “Deimos?” She sounded anxious, yet her voice was mostly calm. “I took care of him.” “You killed him?” He finally raised his head and looked at her, only to find her eyes avoiding his. “I took care of him.” She said, turning her gaze to you. “I will tell you everything when she gets better.”

He couldn’t understand her hesitation. But he trusted her, after all, she had been helping him alot in this god forsaken war. Then he remembered another person.

“What about Kleon?” This time her eyes stared straight into his with confidence. “At the gates of Hades.”

A subtle smile appeared on his face; he squeezed your cold hand hoping to receive reassurance, instead there was nothing but oblivion.

***

He takes some time for his eyes to adjust to the darkness that was ruling the underground. He never the world could be so quiet, even in the deadliest night there would be your heartbeats accompany his. Nevertheless the thick air roaming around this space seems to be absorbing everything, the sound, his breath, and life.

He remains at his position for quite some time, clearing his sense to perceive the minutest sound. It doesn’t take him long to catch the most blood-curdling sound for any normal man     the demented praise of Ares, along with the howls of suffering. The howls haven’t lasted for long before it turned into whimper, wheeze, then finally silence.

At the end of this extensive darkness, a distinct gloomy firelight lightens up the walls. He reaches for his waist to check the only weapon he carries for this quest, a small dagger that you gave him as his birthday present. Then he moves his hand to check the only other thing he is currently carrying. A mysterious artefact that is vital for this quest.

Then he presses on further down into this world beneath.

When he reaches the other end of the darkness, he finds out that there is another cave waiting for him, welcoming he to dive deeper. The chanting still echoes in the chamber, now he is able to hear other things beside chanting      conversation between the fanatics and mumbles of individuals. He listens with full concentration to try to figure out how many people he is about to face, and kill.

Then he takes another jump. The freezing water soon surround him. He waits under the water, indulging to pain on his thigh, to see if there’s any movement on the shore.

Nothing. There is no sudden alarm, nor lights creeping into this dark chamber flooding with water.

He raises his head above the water. The chatters and murmurs continue. No one notice the splash.

Then he makes his way out of the water. At the entrance to the other space, lightened up with several torches, he sees three fanatics scatter around the dim space.

Two of them, who are having conversation are located closer to the entrance where he stands. He leans closer to observe if they are carrying any weapons. Once he has calculated his movement in his head. He moves swiftly forward, without making any noise. He steps into the shadow behind the two fanatics, and slices their throat before they can even notice. Blood pouring out from their necks; their wheezes are silenced by the thick air. There were nothing but a pool of fresh blood, and two pairs of eyes frozen in shock.

He quickly retreats back into the shadow and listens closely to the continuous mumbles. The remaining one is still talking. The bloodshed goes unnoticed.

He climbs up to the wall and finds the remaining one standing facing the wall. Yet there is another person, sitting inside the cage near the wall, staring at Brasidas with a horrifying dark eyes. The ghostly man inside the cage is unusually quiet. He waits patiently, and watches Brasidas carefully approaches the fanatic, slices his throat with a clean cut. Blood, hiss, silence.

“Kind sir,” The man sounds calm as well. He didn’t speak until Brasidas reaches his cage. “Could you help an old man out?”

The man has a husky voice and a face covered with untidy beard. Despite the senility in his voice, his hair is surprisingly dark, so dark that no light could’ve escaped from its darkness.

“I can let you out, but I can’t help you out.” Brasidas answers while cutting off the rope on the cage door with the stagger covered with blood. “Of course, I will find my way.”

The old man makes his way out of the cage as soon as the door opens. He treads lightly as if he had removed all weight from his feet. When he moves pass Brasidas, Brasidas could swear a blood-chilling coldness seeps into his skin, all the way to his spine. Brasidas takes a step backward unconsciously, and watches the old man reaches the entrance he just came in.

“You are kind, Brasidas of Sparta.” The old man turns back to speak. The light of the torches sheds an uncanny aura onto him. A smile spreads across his face. Brasidas couldn’t tell if the smile is of good intention or not. He is still in the shock of his name being spoken.

Before the man disappears in the darkness. He bid Brasidas farewell. “She still lingers. Good luck, Brasidas of Sparta.”

***

tbc

#brasidas x reader #brasidas #assassin's creed odyssey #ac oddysey #assassin's creed #assassin's creed imagine

[betmyfortune]

Clicksec

Click turned to Jack. “Is there any way we can stay here? Take over the facility or something? I have the feeling that we need to be here. Something important is happening and we need to be here to… witness it or… fix it? I’m unsure…. it’s just a feeling I have.”

Jack nodded. “Yeah, me too. Kinda like a huge storm is coming. I’ll see what I can come up with.” With that he left the room to inspect the building’s security and convertibility.

Left alone in the room, the rip casting a pearl glow over the scattered android parts on the floor, William sifted through the junk, looking for anything salvageable, while Click stared at the wall in absent contemplation.

“What do you suppose is on the other side?” William asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

“Hmmm? Oh,” Click pondered the question. “Could be anything, really. I don’t think it’s just a rip in time; I think it’s a rip in space time, which means it could lead to anywhere as well as anywhen.”

Will gazed thoughtfully at the rip. “So it could lead to the middle of the Pacific in 1934? Or the surface of Mars in 8639?”

“It’s possible, but…” Click hesitated, “I think wherever it leads is relevant to us. This mark… it’s connected somehow, I know it. I just need to figure out-“

A zapping sound erupted from the rip, interrupting Clicksec’s musings. As the glow flared, the rip spat something out onto the floor.  

“Oof!” the something said, springing to his feet. “Wow, that was a trip and a half, wasn’t it Felix?”

A young man stood in the room, distinguished by his strange clothes. Pants that looked like jeans, but made with a slightly different material and a long sleeved shirt, but one of the sleeves extended into a glove that seemed attached to the fabric. The man looked around for a moment, seeming surprised that there were others in the room with him.

“What the-?” William said

“Oh, uh…” the stranger blinked “Are you guys those freedom fighters? Part of Clicksec’s group? I didn’t expect to see you all so soon”

“Who’s Felix?” Click interrupted “Who are you? Where did you come from?”

The man held up his hands “Whoa, hey, chill dude, one question at a time. My name is Benjamin Adams, but you can call me Ben.”

Clicksec checked his watch, flicking through a few files “Hmm… I.O doesn’t have you anywhere on file, which means that either you’ve managed to evade them like I have or,” He glanced up at the rift “You aren’t from around here.”

Ben gave a pleased grin “Hey, you’ve already figured it out! Saves me from explaining everything, thank god.”

“Wait a second,” William struggled to keep his head straight “So you’re from the future? For real”

Ben gave him a look “Um… duh. What, the glowey rip in space time didn’t clue you in?”

The newcomer paused suddenly, as if he were listening to something, and nodded “’Kay.”

There was a pause as the others waited for him to elaborate.

“Do you…  have a comm link or something?” Clicksec asked

Ben looked like he was about to answer then his eyes were drawn to the damage on the wall “Hey, there it is again! That freaking mark that’s always following… me. Following me around.”

Clicksec cocked his head to the side “Hmmm…” He pondered quietly.

“What is it Click?” Will murmured, sidling up to his mentor

“He’s hiding something. Or more accurately, someone.”

Clicksec sauntered up to Ben. “Excuse me Benjamin, I need to test something. May I check your heart rate?”

“Uh… sure, I guess”

Before he could react, Clicksec placed a hand over Ben’s chest pocket. He just had time to feel something under his hand flinch before Ben leapt away as if he had been electrocuted.

“That’s not my heart” He accused

“You didn’t come alone” Click countered “I don’t appreciate dishonesty.”

Ben opened his mouth to protest, then closed it with a huff as his pocket wriggled open, and Felix popped his head out timidly.

The lights on Clicksec’s mask flickered. “Fascinating…” He breathed “absolutely extraordinary… I knew I.O had been planning on expanding to genetic engineering but… this… this is something else.”

“EVOLVE” The small voice piped up

“And you talk too. Incredible.” Clicksec cocked his head “What do you mean, EVOLVE?”

“My kind were designed by EVOLVE, not I.O.” Felix said, his voice was strained and he couldn’t help shivering. He didn’t like the way this guy was talking to him. Like he was some object.

Felix gave a startled jump as Click stood and walked away, apparently losing interest “EVOLVE is just another name for I.O. Same people, different products.” He explained dismissively.

The masked man popped open a control panel and fiddled with the wires beneath. To the others he seemed suddenly absorbed in his work but William knew that he was quietly observing the others, waiting for them to make the first move

Ben and Felix glanced at each other. Ben gave a shrug and helped his friend to his shoulder.

“How can you be sure that EVOLVE is I.O, and didn’t just take over or replace them?” Ben asked drawing closer, in spite of himself

“Simple.” Clicksec reached into his coat and tossed something at Ben, who barely managed to catch it in time “I hold all of the cards. I was giving a little hint from a… friend of sorts.”

Ben quietly inspected the object, blinking in surprise when he discovered that it was the same leather-bound journal that Felix had found in the walls. He flipped through and saw that the writing within was the same as well. Curious, Ben pulled out his own version if the journal, comparing the two.

“Huh.” He said

Clicksec pulled out another journal “This one is mine. The earliest version. I’m going to throw it into the rip soon.” Indeed, this other version was much newer looking. The pages were cleaner and the leather less wrinkled. Ben passed the older journal back and Click slipped both into his coat, continuing on his repairs.

There was a moment of silence before it was interrupted by a curious voice

“So… like, were you born that small or…?” William’s question fell out of the air as the two newcomers turned to him.

“Uh… I-If I’m allowed to ask, that is.” The young boy blushed

Emboldened by Williams humility, Felix chose to answer.

“Yes. My kind were specifically bred to be this size. Adds to the, er, ‘entertainment value’, I suppose”

“What’s your name again?” Ben asked, his expression apologetic.

William smiled “Oh yeah, introductions! I forgot.” He jerked a thumb at Click “That’s Clicksec. He’s a bit… distant, but don’t mind him, and Jack is off doing his own thing, so he’ll be back soon, and I’m William. Clicksec’s apprentice.”

Both Ben and Felix seemed surprised

“The robot?” Felix blurted without thinking

William flinched, upset. “You read that part huh?”

The Bantam internally kicked himself “U-uh, Yeah, sorry. I didn’t mean any offence or anything… I know what it’s like to be the odd one out…”

William looked back up, his eyes grateful.

“Benjamin, could you come over here and help me with this connection?” Clicksec interrupted “Since you’re here you might as well make yourself useful.”

“Uh sure” Ben answered, moving to comply, but he stopped when Felix whispered something in his ear

Ben glanced at his friend “Alright then, if you say so.” He cupped Felix in his hand and walked up to Will.

“Here, hold this for me robo boy.” He smirked, depositing Felix into the androids hand. William froze, too scared to move an inch while Ben walked away.

The Robot and the Bantam stared for a long moment.

“You can breathe you know” Felix eventually said uneasily “And, um, blink. I won't break into pieces or anything”

Will broke eye contact sheepishly, restarting his automatic breathing response.

“Sorry.” He murmured “Ever since I found out about… You know, I forget the- the breathing sometimes”

He closed his eyes as he felt the tiniest movements on his palms, peeking when they stopped. Felix was sitting comfortably on his hands, leaning against his curled fingers.

“Man, you really are a robot” Felix said nonchalauntly “Humans are never this steady and comfortable.

“Yeah I am a robot.” William said, he closed his eyes,cringing… tbc?

#G/t #Giant/tiny

[rickstexaschick]

Rick’s Texas Chick --- Chapter 5

She was standing in the shower with her face to the water, her mouth open as she drank in the spray, and resting her hands on the wall in front of her.  She’d rubbed shampoo into her hair and the suds were sliding down her back, dripping off her ass in a deliciously slow glide that made him want to run his hands through it.  He set the glass down and quickly stripped out of his clothes and moved to join her.

She didn’t hear the soft click of the shower door over the sound of the water roaring in her ears, but the chilled air touching her skin made her straighten up in surprise.  Then she felt a pair of large, warm hands come from behind, lightly grasping her hips, thumbs rubbing lightly across the tops of her ass before continuing a slow slide around her waist and across her stomach.  Her stomach muscles rippled with electricity and she gasped as he gently pulled her to him.

“Don’t worry, baby.  It’s just me.”

Turning around in his arms, she blinked water out of her eyes and stared up into his face, mortified.

He grinned down at her. “I couldn’t risk having you fall again, baby, could I?”  His hands strayed up to her breasts and he ran his thumbs lightly across her nipples.  They immediately peaked into two hard points.  He couldn’t resist their temptation any longer and leaned down and took one into his mouth, first sucking, then gently nipping.

She moaned quietly and briefly swayed against him, closing her eyes.  It was then that she felt his hot, hard erection against her stomach and her eyes flew open.  She pulled her hips away from his body, which tilted her breasts forward and into his chest.  She brought her hands up and feebly tried to push him away.

“I can’t…I shouldn’t…”

He stopped and watched her as she struggled for words.

“I’m just not ready to do this with you.  Yet,” she mumbled.  She looked up at him, her eyes pleading with him for mercy and understanding, before she hung her forehead against his chest in shame.

He held her gently by her shoulders and sighed, resting his chin on her head and staring over her as the water splashed against her back.  He was not a rapist.

“Right.  Finish cleaning yourself up…”  He exited the shower and quickly toweled himself off.

She dawdled, half-hoping that he would grow impatient and leave, but was startled to hear his exasperated, “You gonna just keep playin’ with yourself in there, or do I have to come in and get you?”

She yelped in surprise and quickly rinsed off the last of the soap and stepped out.  He was leaning with his butt against the vanity, his towel casually wrapped around his slender waist and riding just below his hip bones.  She stopped and took him in.

He was wiry, all ropy muscles and long tendons.  He had a patch of grey-blue chest hair which trailed down his abdomen before thickening into a darker patch that disappeared beneath the towel -- which did a poor job of hiding a sizable bulge.  Licking her lips, she pulled her eyes away and met his, frankly appraising her.  She blushed, suddenly aware of her own nudity.

He’d watched her staring and smirked, but said nothing.  He handed her a fresh towel and waited for her to dry and cover herself before holding out the glass of water.

“Drink that.  You’re dehydrated and damn near gave yourself heat stroke.” 

Wordlessly she took the glass and took a sip, hoping it would placate him so he would go away.

“All of it.”  Obediently, she quickly finished it in several long swallows and handed the glass back.

“Come downstairs when you’re dressed.”  He picked up his things and left the room.

When she came downstairs a few minutes later he was dressed and sitting on the couch watching tv, his long legs sprawled out in front of him.  The glass had been refilled and awaited her on the table at the other end of the couch.  Without waiting for him to instruct her she sat down and picked up the glass, taking another long drink.

“Look, I…I’m sorry.”  She couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze, staring instead at the tv.

“For what?  For me coming up and trying to rape you in your shower?”

“You weren’t trying to rape me.”  She quietly admonished him, turning to him.

“You’re right.  I wasn’t.  I would never do that to you.  Just so long as we get that straight.”

He looked hard at her, waiting for her to meet his eyes.  When she did, he winked and smiled.

“But that doesn’t mean I still don’t want to fuck your brains out.”

Her mouth gaped open at him, before she closed it with a snap.  Then she grinned mischievously and reached across the couch for his flask.

“I think I’ll have some more of what you’re having.”

tbc

#Rick and Morty rick sanchez Rick x Reader Rickdicted on AO3 Rick's Texas Chick Harley Rick

[mckenzierossiwardstories]

Solo

Miami, FL

The Christmas Party for Veterans and Active Duty Military Foundation on The Ward’s Ranch.

Ashley Lynn and l are behind the stage. I looked over at Ashley Lynn, then winked at her, then started to sing “Champion, Carrie Underwood” I had a surprise for Ashley Lynn while I was singing; Ludacris came on the stage doing his part of the song. I start singing “Fighter, Carrie Underwood and Keith Urban” Keith Urban is next to me, playing his guitar. Ashley Lynn covers her tiny hands over her mouth; the camera guy makes sure he catches her as she starts to giggle. “Please let me introduce you to Chief Petty Officer Jayce Alexander’s (@AstraMilitarum_) and McKenzie Rossi Ward’s little girls, the founder of Veterans and Active Duty Military Foundation, Ashley Lynn, and Angel Savannah Rossi Ward Alexander.” The girls are holding hands in beautiful Christmas dresses that Pop Pop Donovan (@BourbonPlayboy) picked out for the sweet girls. Ashley Lynn steps up to the microphone blushing as Angel Savannah holds her hand.

“Wes like to THANK YOUS for protecting our country and for the families that help our men and women that support our military. We want to do this concert in honor of yous” Jayce and I stood there very proud of the girls. “Wes is happy to have our Daddy home again. Our Christmas Magic is here for you. We have some surprises for yous also.” You hear Angel Savannah giggling as she looks at her Uncle Brody (@BrodyRossiWard), nodding as the girls introduce the Marine that hasn't met his little girls. “I want to introduce Master Sergeant Cole Mills.” as Brody helps Angel Savannah announce who is here, Brody makes sure that the girls have roses for Master Sergeant Cole Mills’s wife. “Mama has been talking to Mrs. Mills since her husband been deployed” Sergeant Cole Mills and Mrs. Mills have been hugging each other very tightly and happy. The girls are giggling. “Please, Welcome, Mama” I walked out, bending down, kissing the girls, then standing up dressed in a dress that Jayce (@AstraMilitarum_) picked out, a very sexy dress that shows off my curves in red with a pair of Christian Louboutin in nude. “I want Thank you each and one of you; all year long, we get support to help our military men and women also with their families. This year we had a lot of support from my cousin Dalton(@DaltonWardRP) and Daddy (@BourbonPlayboy from Security Corp.” I took a deep breath knowing all eyes were on me. “I’m here to say as the founder of Veterans and Active Duty Military Foundation; I'm genuinely blessed with my family, all of you know we are family. Would you please welcome Michael Buble to sing for us” Michael Buble came out to shake my hand and started singing Christmas songs.

I went to change my clothes in very sexy black teddy leather shorts and a black leather jacket; Jayce (@AstraMilitarum_) sneaked up behind me growls from his throat; I got the chills, he whispered into my ear. “You are mine,” I smirked; I looked into the mirror. “You better behave.” Ashley Lynn is standing there in a beautiful dress. “Mama comes on; we need to be on stage for Daddy (@AstraMilitarum_) surprised” Jayce looked at me; I walked away from Jayce, holding Ashley Lynn’s tiny hand. The Crew did everything I wanted for the stage; I got on the stage start to sing “Good Girl, By Carrie Underwood.” Ashley Lynn is sitting on a chair with a beautiful swing. She can go back and forth and bubbles around her. Then l slowly take off my leather jacket showing off my curves again; I hear that growl from Jayce (@AstraMilitarum_). Then Ashley Lynn starts to sing her favorite song from “Luke Bryan, Move” Luke comes on with Ashley Lynn; Blake Shelton sings God's Country. We had Satna for the children of Veterans and Active Duty Military Foundation, dinner for everyone, the DJ played all kinds of music.

Someone called me on the earpiece for Security Corp; I went straight to the gate, seeing that it was one of the undercover police officers. #TBC

[always-the-little-spoon]

Five Times Scott Found Stiles or Derek Sleeping, and the One Time He Didn’t

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI

Part III: aka Cheat Day

Early-ish October was shockingly warm, even for northern-ish California. Scott had taken to jogging across campus in the late morning after his first class, and more often than not, by the time he hit the main green outside the library he’d lost his shirt. If he cut through campus instead of running the perimeter like usual, he could treat himself to one of those ridiculously sweet pumpkin spice drinks that had rolled out with the changing of the leaves on the trees.

True to form, Scott’s grey tank top was already tucked into the waistband of his loose basketball shorts. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm while he crunched through fallen leaves, aware of the appreciative eyes that followed him. He couldn’t help but preen under the attention and puffed out his chest.

Scott was proud of his body. He didn’t work hard for it, what with natural werewolfness to maintain his six-pack for him, but he needed to put in a little effort, hence the daily run across campus. But after growing up the weak loser with a breathing problem back home, getting bitten by a rogue alpha hadn’t been the worst thing in the world.

Turning down the path that lead down to Greek Row on campus instead of finishing his circuit, Scott caught sight of a huge black dog curled up beside a man. Scott liked animals. As a veterinary student, it was sort of a requirement, so he altered course a bit to pass by.

It wasn’t until he was closer that he recognized the man, who wasn’t actually a man, but a kid. A teenager, technically.

Stiles looked sixteen at most, not that Scott knew his actual age, and he was human, but for some reason, one that Scott hadn’t figured out yet, Stiles hung around the only supernatural fraternity on campus. At first, Scott thought Stiles’ presence had been part of his pledge week.

Scott had spent the week proving his control, which had mostly involved a series of annoying, and equally ridiculous tests that included being pummeled by water balloons, six straight hours of sparring with every member of the frat, and a few other strange tasks. So, that week he’d made a point to hide all supernaturalness around the human. But then, Stiles was still around, like a permanent fixture in the house. He was friends with everyone; even Boyd would crack a smile for the kid. Stiles even had a key, which he used, and often.

Last weekend, Scott had come down in the morning to find Stiles making pancakes in the kitchen. It had become a party, sort of, because Boyd had texted Erica, and then half of the KIT sorority had invaded the Alpha frat house for Stiles’ infamous pancakes.

Scott slowed to a stop a few feet from Stiles and the dog. But Stiles wasn’t just sitting under a tree reading a book with a dog because the giant dog wasn’t actually a dog at all, but a huge black wolf.

“Sup, man,” Stiles greeted with a short wave. He closed his copy of Snow Country and tossed it on the grass where it landed a few inches from one of the wolf’s massive front paws.

The wolf was asleep, head in Stiles’ lap, and curled protectively around the human. Stiles ran his fingers through the shaggy fur and scratched behind the wolf’s ears. Scott tensed for a moment when the wolf shifted and growled quietly, but it settled down quickly, nudging its nose into Stiles’ belly.

“That’s a wolf,” Scott said lamely, and Stiles laughed.

“Cool, right?” Stiles played with the wolf’s ears and patted the giant beast’s side. “He can find me on campus no matter where I am. Once he waited outside the labs until I finished a night lab at ten. Can’t say I didn’t appreciate the company on the walk home. Plus, totally freaks people out.”

The wolf snuffled softly in his sleep and the human huffed in amusement before he resumed petting the wolf.

Scott inched closer with his hand cautiously extended. “Can I, uh… pet him?” he asked.

Stiles paused his scratching behind the wolf’s ears and scrunched up his nose with a frown. “Probably not a good idea. He’s not exactly a big fan of other people. Almost took off Isaac’s fingers once.”

Scott snatched his hand back, clutching it to his chest, and took several giant steps back, but at the same time, he caught a whiff of a familiar scent. He glanced around to locate Derek, but the older alpha werewolf wasn’t in sight. It took him a few seconds to track the scent to the black wolf dozing in Stiles’ lap.

Derek was the wolf. Not only was Derek the wolf, but he actively followed and cuddled Stiles all over campus, and the human didn’t have a clue. 

Stiles was being stalked by a werewolf. An alpha werewolf, for that matter. An alpha werewolf that was currently curled protectively around a clumsy human, and fast asleep.

“I should probably go,” Scott said quickly. He backed away, barely staying on his feet as he tripped over a stray branch.

A full shift wolf was rare. Scott hadn’t even known Derek could do a full shift, though he wasn’t all that surprised. The guy was pretty zen for an alpha. Grumpy, but still pretty chill. As fellow alpha’s they sort of tolerated each other, but Derek was pretty awesome with the rest of the fraternity and even the girls in KIT. Like the time he literally threw a drunk human frat guy at a party out the front door of the sorority house when the dude grabbed Kira’s ass. The guy was intense and protective.

Stiles raised his eyebrows at Scott’s hasty retreat. “You okay, man?”

“Yeah,” Scott croaked. He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his damp hair. “Yeah, great. Fine. I just need to grab lunch, you know, before my afternoon class.”

“Right…” Stiles drawled. “And it has nothing to do with the fact you’re afraid Padfoot will eat you.”

“You named him after a Harry Potter character?” Scott asked. A giant black wolf that turned into a man. The irony was overwhelming. “That’s… interesting.”

“Got it in one.” Stiles grinned and winked. “I knew I liked you for a reason. Derek just rolled his eyes and called me an idiot.” But Stiles was should be thankful that’s all Derek had done, though it fit into the weak spot Derek apparently had for the human.

The only person, human or otherwise, that got away with anything was Stiles. He pestered Derek into going places, getting take-out, or even cooking, and practically lived at the frat house. Stiles was the only one that could change the station in the car, which Scott learned the one time Derek drove him anywhere because Isaac had tried and had his hand slapped like a kid trying to get into the cookie jar.

On one memorable occasion the week before, Stiles had borrowed the Camero. Even the other brother’s in the fraternity who were used to Stiles’ antics had been shocked by that one.

“I’m just gonna…” Scott pointed in the general direction of the fraternity and jogged off without another word, but didn’t miss the disappointed sigh behind him.

“There you go chasing off another potential friend, and you’re not even awake,” Stiles said to the wolf. “Who are we kidding. You’re a giant puppy. Clearly, I’m the problem. Freaky genius kid doesn’t need friends, right?”

At the soft sound of a sniffle, Scott chanced a glance over his shoulder before he turned the corner. The sight of Stiles hunched over the wolf, faced buried in his fur, and shoulders trembling was an alpha force punch to the chest. But it was the glowing red eyes glaring at him that made him stumble and trip. He skidded across the ground. His skin shredded as he grated his face across the pavement and left a smear of blood.

Scott staggered to his feet and out of sight, bloody gashes disappearing as his skin knit itself back together. Maybe it wasn’t Stiles that was sticking around the fraternity, but it was Derek that was systematically ensuring he kept Stiles close, but why?

TBC

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[taztaas]

Nearly Witches ch. 2

This was supposed to be a drabble. It blew up. Takes place in a modern (90′s-ish) AU. Part 1 also on AO3 This is a repost! I figured reblogging and adding to the first post was not a good idea.

Taako didn’t have any friends because he was a selfish asshole. Kravitz didn’t have any friends because he was a creepy weirdo.

They lived in a small town. Taako was openly gay and unashamed of it, so he got a lot of shit. And he wouldn’t take that shit laying down - Taako was all sharp angles and his nails were even sharper - so he got in a lot of trouble. Also, he was a loudmouth.

Kravitz was mostly left alone but there was talk. People whispered behind his back, intentionally loud enough for him to hear. He had strange interests, he was too quiet - which was apparently unsettling - and worst of all, he was a rich kid. He stayed out of trouble, but got blamed for it often.

Kravitz couldn’t say how he and Taako met. They just… drifted together. They didn’t have much, if any, common interests. They weren’t really friends or anything. They just ended up hanging out, more often than not. Usually at Kravitz’s house.

Kravitz lived alone in one of the largest houses in town, his parents were overseas and they trust him to manage. And he does. His grades are above average.

Kravitz had never been to Taako’s place. He knew the address, and he knew that Taako shared the apartment with a guy called Magnus. He had seen Magnus around at school - big guy, more brawn than brain. Kravitz couldn’t imagine why someone like Taako was shacking up with a guy like that but it was none of his business. Taako never told him and Kravitz never thought to ask.

Kravitz stepped outside. He locked his door and zipped up his black hoodie to fight the chill. He was still shaking, he didn’t want to be in the house anymore. He didn’t have any idea what to do. Magic didn’t actually exist. It shouldn’t have been possible, but fucking somehow , he had managed to summon the goddamn God of Death and she had taken Taako. Kravitz had no idea why, but it was obvious enough that it was his fault.

He was the one who figured it would be fun to fuck around with dark magicks. He thought it would be cool. Taako had been uncharacteristically opposed to the idea the whole time. Usually he didn’t give a shit about anything.

Taako didn’t say it straight, but now, looking back, Kravitz could see that all the annoying jabs had been in an attempt to divert Kravitz’s attention from the ritual.

Fuck.

And now Taako was gone. Kravitz felt like shit. Taako was probably dead. God of Death and all that. But Kravitz had to be sure. If Taako wasn’t dead, maybe he could be brought back. Somehow. With magic and shit. Another ritual. Something!

Kravitz had no fucking idea what to do. He couldn’t call anyone, no one would believe him. Not that he had anyone to call.

Kravitz started walking. He had to get away from the house where the fucking God of Death appeared and took his… friend? Kravitz shook his head, he didn’t want to think about that right now. He pushed his hands into his pockets and felt Taako’s ridiculous lighter. He squeezed it. For reassurance, or something.

It wasn’t too late but was dark out. Kravitz looked up at the sky, it seemed empty.

“New moon…” He muttered, and briefly wondered if it had anything to do with anything.

He walked under the dirty yellow light of the street lights, cold slowly seeping into his bones. With a start he realized he was heading towards Taako’s place. He stopped.

He should tell Magnus. Kravitz had no idea about Taako’s family, but Magnus might. They deserved to know. Magnus wouldn’t believe him, but at this point Kravitz didn’t care about that. He had to tell someone . He kept walking, now with a goal in mind.

Taako’s place was a dingy two-story apartment building. Kravitz took the stairs to the second floor and knocked at the correct door. He heard someone rushing to the door, and when Magnus opened it, Kravitz could see his face falling. He had been expecting Taako, obviously.

“Ummm… Hi?” Magnus said, and Kravitz swallowed audibly. He looked away, clenching his fists in his pockets.

“You uh- You don’t know me, probably, sorry,” Kravitz babbled, before he caught himself. “I’m Kravitz and-”

“Oh, you’re Taako’s boyfriend!” Magnus said with an excited grin. Kravitz blinked. Then he reeled. He felt like his legs were going to give out.

“Wha- What? No!”

“Really?” Magnus squinted at him “He talks about you a lot.”

“No, really!" Kravitz waved his hands in front of him, as if dismissing the notion.Taako talked about him? "We aren’t- aren’t dating.” They weren't even friends.

“Oh”, Magnus said simply. “Where’s Taako anyway?” Kravitz froze.

“Yeah… about that…” He said unsurely. Suddenly suspicious, Magnus straightened in front of him and fuck, he was a really big guy.

“Where is he?”

“I don’t know-” Kravitz breathed out, “I don’t fucking-”

“You better start talking, buddy.” Magnus almost growled , and Kravitz felt very much threatened.

“You won’t believe me.”

“Try me.”

Kravitz closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. “The Raven Queen took him.”

Silence. Kravitz opened his eyes to see Magnus’ reaction, but there wasn’t any. Kravitz was starting to wonder if he should duck or run away. He braced himself for Magnus' answer.

“I don’t believe you.” Magnus said finally.

“I know! I know it sounds impossible, and it is! But... Taako was at my place and I was doing this ritual-”

“You were doing what?”

“Fuck, it’s like magic okay? You draw some shit, you light some candles and say some shit. It wasn’t supposed to work. Magic isn’t real!” Kravitz hurried to explain, talking with his hands as much as with his mouth. “But when I was done and I turned around, Taako was fucking gone and there were raven feathers on the floor! The Raven Queen must’ve come and-”

“Move.” Magnus said, interrupting Kravitz's tirade.

“Huh?”

“Move.” Magnus repeated, and Kravitz took a step back. Magnus stepped out, pulling his jacket on and locked the door. “Come on,” he said and started walking. Kravitz followed.

“Where are we going?”

“I have no fucking idea what’s going on, and apparently you don’t either, but my friend is gone and we gotta do something.”

“You have- You have an idea?” Kravitz hardly dared to hope, that Magnus fucking Burnsides had just had an goddamn epiphany.

“Well… sorta.” Magnus said, scratching at his chin. “I know this guy, he’s like, a priest or something.”

“A priest?” Kravitz deflated. Magnus shrugged.

“Hey, I don’t know but I’ve seen enough movies where you kick demon ass with holy water and stuff. So I think this is our best bet.”

Kravitz couldn’t believe that he was getting into Magnus Burnsides’ dirty pick-up truck. He couldn’t believe he was gonna meet a priest and tell him that he had performed a dark ritual in his bedroom.

But it wasn’t like he had a choice. And Kravitz wanted to- no, he needed to get Taako back, and he and Magnus, they were on the same side here. The unicorn lighter felt heavy in Kravitz's pocket.

TBC

#the adventure zone #taz fic #taz fanfiction #taz #taaswrites #taz fic: nearly witches #nearly witches #drabble #taakitz