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greaterbalrogcat · 6 months

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Which legend units (as in bahamut) are actually good

before anyone asks, legend cats are classified as special cats which are able to be boosted to level 40 after first completion of An Ancient Curse and level 50 after first completion of Revival of Origin. units will be in order based on the order they are in in the cat guide. all units will be reviewed based on their true form (uril true form will not be included, as it is currently only available in the japanese version of the game, and i play the global version). if i forget any please remind me there are quite a few

STORY MODE LEGENDS:

VALKYRIE CAT: first legend cat. probably the worst. there is no point in using valkyrie unless you're doing no gacha and need as much area dps as you can physically get and also you don't have ururun. i know people who use it on eoc 3 moon, and it might work there, but i didn't lmao worst legend cat 100%

tl;dr: valkyrie bad

BAHAMUT CAT: really damn good. bahamut's first/second forms have the same stats, and for a unit you get after beating eoc 3, they're very solid stats. a 450 range high damage nuker carries you through getting a lot of crazeds, works through a lot of early SoL, and can actually help with some 4 star. however, it does kinda fall off as you get better generalist rangers, and this is why awakened bahamut (shortened to abaha) was created. abaha is a busted rusher, holding the highest base dps of any unit (previously second to balrog before abaha was buffed in 6.0) and 93.5k damage per hit at LEVEL 30. obviously, being a rusher, its health is kinda low, and it will generally die quickly. however, just getting one or two shots off on a major boss can shave off 100k-200k health (when boosted to level 40), and if the boss has a blindspot or gets knockbacked by this, abaha can typically attack again. this is especially apparent in several advents, such as clionel, which needs rushers such as abaha to get into its blindspot and kill it, and doremi, which is the easiest advent in the game due to the abaha cheese (abaha has just enough damage to knockback doremi on each attack, doremi has just enough speed and attack startup to get hit by abaha every single time). while abaha may see less use in late/endgame due to access to specialized rushers such as yukimura and idi (which we'll be going over later), it's still arguably the best legend just due to the sheer amount of use it sees throughout the entire game. the battle cats would not be the same without bahamut.

tl;dr: busted

CAT GOD THE GREAT: really weird niche unit. 350 standing range, omni hits from -850 to 850, three hit multihit with guaranteed knockback on non-metal enemies on first two hits and decent (51k at level 30) damage on the third hit, attacks less often than it really should. its standing range is kinda bad, but its omni extends 500 ahead of its standing range, which somewhat makes up for it. however, the main appeal of cat god is how omni works. cat god will stand 850 away from the enemy base. this means that it can cheese stages with a high health big boss, such as lil mohawk or lil eraser, and stages where you need to KB threats behind the base so you can destroy it, such as floor 32 of both heavenly tower and infernal tower. true form is absolutely irrelevant but it's pretty goddamn funny. not a great unit, but definitely has its uses.

tl;dr: has rare niche usages, not great

FILIBUSTER CAT X: the other contender for the worst legend in the game. filibuster is unlocked by beating cotc 3 and then beating the one time clear filibuster stage (which has the best song in the game btw). before true form, it has 575 range, low damage, freeze vs traitless for 4 seconds, low health and one knockback, and omni (but it only pierces backwards so it's irrelevant). in true form, it gains immunity to surge and curse, target relic, and its damage doubles. this doesn't seem that bad, right?

twelve (12) seconds of foreswing. this is more foreswing than twelve balrogs put together.

filibuster holds almost no use. you could hypothetically, at best, use it on a stage where you can stall and stack filibusters on the peons, but those stages are so incredibly few and far between that they might as well not exist and you could just use any better generalist or CC unit. shockingly useless.

tl;dr: filibuster bad

JAGANDO JR.: actually a surprisingly good anti-traitless. jagando is a 360 range strong vs traitless three hit multihit with surge and guaranteed knockback on the third hit curse and surge immune unit. this seems more complicated than it is. jagando has solid anti-traitless dps, guaranteed knockback + level 1 surge so it's guaranteed to knockback twice if the first knockback connects, curse immune for use in UL and against uril (the floor 50 of heavenly tower boss, not the legend unit which we will be covering later), and surge immune for use against kappy jr and any possible surge base/raynard/other surge enemy support in a traitless stage. very straightforwardly good unit. works well in 4 star.

tl;dr: solid anti-traitless damage + KB

STORIES OF LEGEND LEGENDS:

URURUN WOLF: the classic generalist. ururun is the baseline for what a backliner's stats should be equal to or above. even before true form, there are quite a few units (nurse cat, bahamut, thundia/windy outside of niche, etc) it outclasses in terms of generalist stats. in true form, its 450 range and 6.4k dps (at level 30) make it a very viable backliner, especially in early UL and 4 star, but it does somewhat fall off in later game when you get stronger generalists. its 20% chance for knockback can hinder some slower foreswing units that you bring with her (bahamut), but it can also help on occasion when you need knockback units. really not much else to say about ururun, just a strong unit overall and helps with early game.

tl;dr: good generalist

LI'L NYANDAM: despite being one of the highest standing range units you can get in 4 star, its attacks are slow, its proc chance for slow is only 50%, and its only real use is if you NEED a way to outrange professor a in 4 star and you have no stepping stones for LD units. not very good.

tl;dr: not unusable, just not good

RED RIDING MINA: pretty solid no gacha LD sniper. stands at 435, hits from 300 to 700. can hit quite a few backliners if given a stepping stone. 50% chance to weaken relic and immune to curse is largely irrelevant, but it can help on occasion. mina is one of the best snipers in 4 star, can be stacked on stages with low peons, and is just generally strong. good legend.

tl;dr: decent sniper but there are better options outside of 4 star

MIYAMOKU MUSASHI: musashi is a generalist with zkill, 30% chance to freeze relics, and curse/wave immune. musashi used to be one of the very few options available for anti-wave, and was solid due to that. however, as the meta has evolved, wave has become one of the most powercrept abilities, with units such as octopus cat, gloomy neneko, talented dancer cat, and talented li'l mohawk making it much, much easier to deal with than it was back when musashi was first introduced. the only real use for musashi is as a counter to the occasional 4 star cadaver bear that you can't deal with with shigong, which is a half decent use, but it's just too uncommon to justify musashi's low stats. very mediocre unit.

tl;dr: killed by powercreep, can work vs 4 star cadaver bears

MECHA-BUN: bad relic tank. it's a fast attacking strong against relics curse immune "tanker" with too low health and not good enough damage to be good. not interesting enough for more than a few sentences.

no tl;dr for this one it was three sentences

IDI:N: the unit i did not consider when deciding on formatting but i'm too lazy to change it. idi is effectively an anti-relic version of awakened bahamut, with massive damage vs relic, curse immune, and surge immune. idi's niche is very useful against relics that she outranges like oldhorn, relics with low damage that she can use all her knockbacks against like lowkey, relics with a blindspot that she can get into like loris, relics with long tba that she can hit once or twice in between their attacks like luza, relics with lots of knockbacks that you want to hit hard like puffington...honestly just the majority of relics. the only two relics she can't really deal with by herself are m ost and relic bun bun because they attack fast and she gets outranged, but you can tbolt or freeze them using something else and she can get solid damage on them. incredibly strong anti-relic rusher.

tl;dr: anti-relic awakened bahamut, very good, very worth beating all of 4 star

UNCANNY LEGEND LEGENDS:

DOGUMARU: dogumaru's true form is what mecha-bun dreams of being. it has resist vs traitless and relic, behemoth slayer, colossus slayer, curse and warp immune. it has 156600 base health at level 50, increased to 626400 vs its target traits, 223714/261000 vs colossus/behemoth respectively, and 894856/1044000 vs a traitless or relic colossus/behemoth respectively. this makes it a strong tanker for luza stages, with its 64800 damage (103680/162000 vs colossus/behemoth) being strong enough to take out the peons, and revival of origin having no enemies that aren't one of its target traits. dogu still works outside of luza stages, being a strong tanker for both traits, and while its behemoth niche is largely more useful than its colossus niche, as traitless/relic behemoths such as wild doge, magamojoe, and cumulus gallus are decently hard to deal with, its colossus niche does help with the occasional jj jackrabbit, or, if you have no other options, baron gauntlets. even outside these sub-trait targets, its traitless and relic niches make it work vs both yulalas, its own enemy counterpart, and any other traitless/relic enemies without too high dps. pretty damn busted.

tl;dr: great traitless/relic tanker, colossus/behemoth slayer gives it a lot more use, strong legend

URS & FENRIR: urs is effectively just a better ururun. trading out the 20% chance of knockback for a 20% chance of weaken removes any chance of making other units miss their attacks, dps and health stay the same between the two; however, urs gains 10 more range, behemoth slayer (with 30% chance to dodge, making it one of two behemoth slayers with increased dodge chance and therefore increased survivability), colossus slayer, and costs slightly less. the only thing ururun has over urs is a 3.33 second lower cooldown, but this is entirely irrelevant, as it's a difference of 161.2 and 164.53 seconds. urs becomes a strong anti-behemoth and anti-colossus; despite generalists becoming less relevant at the point in the game that you get urs, a 460 range unit with 10295 dps vs colossus is very helpful on baron gauntlets, and you can use it against behemoths to decent effect, despite the sheer amount of anti-behemoths available. just a better ururun.

tl;dr: ururun but better. decent anti-behemoth and anti-colossus. worst UL legend but not bad by any means.

ELDER MASK DORON: doron is one of very few suicide/kamikaze/self-destruct units in the game, sharing this ability with only glass cat, stone cat, and wafer cat. as is consistent across all suicide units, doron's health is extremely high, having the second highest base health of all cat units (599995 at level 50), and it has immunity to almost all negative effects (no toxic immunity). this is to make sure it can land its hit consistently. doron has a 100% chance to knockback and freeze relic enemies for 6.67 seconds and spawn a level 3 surge between 400 and 1000 range. it stands at 400 range, but its omni reaches from -1000 to 600, giving it 200 piercing range. it holds 29997 dph, and due to being a suicide unit, there's no real way to calcuate dps. it also has behemoth and colossus slayer. doron works against pretty much every relic, freezing them and keeping them away from the battlefield for those 6.67 seconds. while its surge may seem inconsistent, it will create a wall of freeze + knockback if it lands on its intended relic target, and if it doesn't, it can do solid damage versus non-relic. its anti-behemoth niche isn't great due to behemoths almost always being surge immune, but it works against great ape luza and the initial hit will still affect behemoths. the colossus niche is better; despite zero luza being immune to freeze, it can still be knockbacked, and the surge can stall it for several more seconds. doron is also surprisingly usable as generalist dps, with the surge's spawn radius making it capable of piercing to backliners or creating a wall of death at the frontline surprisingly well, although it's much less reliable than its cc role. its 1800 cost and 52.53 second cooldown give it very good mobility. strong anti-relic.

tl;dr: incredible relic cc, cheap for what it does, good damage for a reliable cc unit

ELDER BEAST NAALA: the best UL legend. naala's main gimmick is its weird multihit LD, with standing range of 300, first hit going from 1-301, second from 300-500, and third from 500-700. its dps is thus decreased to 1/3rd of its potential, still a respectable 7957.89 generalist dps at level 50, with 45360 generalist damage per hit. it holds 135000 generalist health. however, naala's main draw is its niche, being strong vs relic, guaranteed weaken to 50%, and behemoth/colossus slayer. it also has curse, wave, and surge immunity. against relic behemoths such as magamojoe and great ape luza, it has 29842 dps, with 170100 damage per hit. against zero luza, the only relic colossus, it has 19099 dps and 108864 dph. its two knockbacks and high effective health (450000 vs behemoth, 385714 vs colossus) give it good durability and make it capable of staying on the field for long periods of time to keep dishing out damage. 113400 damage per hit vs non-relic behemoth makes it a viable generalist anti-behemoth, and given the prevalence of melee behemoths, it can snipe backliners by using wild doges or behemoth pigges as stepping stones. incredibly strong unit.

tl;dr: busted anti-relic, anti-behemoth, anti-colossus. one of if not the best legend. incredible unit.

APE LORD LUZA: anti-relic nuker. luza has a somewhat weird LD multihit, with 400 standing range, first hit hitting from 1-401, and second hit hitting from 250 to 550. this gives it some piercing range and the ability to consistently hit both hits at its standing range. if both hits connect, it has 27971.22 dps (halved if only one hits) and 259200 dph (both hits added) vs relic. with behemoth slayer, this increases to 69928.05 dps and 648000 dph. resist gives it 334800 health vs relic and 558000 health vs relic behemoth. i hope i don't have to explain how insane this is. its immunity to weaken and warp aren't that relevant, but curse immune helps for obvious reasons and surge immune gives it a niche vs pesky surge enemies. luza doesn't have much outside of what it does at face value, but what it has is pretty damn good.

tl;dr: straightforward good relic nuker. worth the evolution.

HEAVENLY TOWER LEGENDS:

MASKED GRANDMASTER CAT: masked grandmaster is an anti-relic wave unit. while its 4080 damage per hit at level 30 may not look like much, it has three hit multihit and a level 5 wave. this gives it solid backliner dps, at 2891.34 dps (4337 dps vs relics) at level 30 up to 1132 range, enough to do consistent damage to any threatening backliners and clear peons decently well. while, again, this may not look like that good of a unit, let me direct your attention to its 2400 cost and **37.87 second cooldown**. this is less than 10 seconds higher than manic macho legs's cooldown. this allows masked grandmaster to be stacked on any barrier with 12.3k health or above or any high health low range permafreezeable or permaslowable enemy until you have a massive wall of death for any enemy that dares cross its path. while these situations are obviously rarer than would be preferable, it's a strong anti-relic and wave unit.

tl;dr: strong stackable waver with low cooldown.

SPIRITUAL YULALA: weird LD anti-relic rusher. 350 standing range, hits from 200 to 500. massive damage vs relics. while its 12.5k dps vs relics is solid, its low standing range and only two knockbacks hold its survivability back. 71.2 second cooldown and 4200 cost make it much less mobile than masked grandmaster, despite its much higher speed (20). could be much better than it is.

tl;dr: mediocre anti-relic rusher. usable against low range relics

MASTER URIL: pretty damn good anti-relic cc. 100% slow vs relic for two seconds, 100% chance for level 3 surge (spawns between 400 and 600), 375 range. surges hit 125 ahead and 250 behind their spawnpoint; thus, uril's surge is only guaranteed to hit the initial target if the target is between 350 and 525 away from it. while this looks good in theory, seeing as uril can guarantee slow at standing range, the permaslow ends as soon as something pushes just 25 range inward. still, this is only if the enemy you're trying to slow is at the front. if uril targets a peon with an m ost behind it, it'll slow the m ost, preventing more pushing. it also has a chance to slow backliners, with the farthest surge spawn hitting up to 725. three knockbacks and 68k health at level 30 is solid, although its damage is a little low, and is only usable for slight chip and/or peon clearing.

tl;dr: solid cc for melee relics and midrange relics with stepping stones. well worth the floor 50 grind. will be much, much better once true form comes out.

jesus christ i got this ask like. actually two days ago. this took too long but now i will never talk about legend units ever again

uril true form? busted anti-relic busted anti-aku but that mf ain't in BCEN yet and therefore no one cares

#the battle cats #battle cats #battle cats meta #long post

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kaiowut99 · 2 years

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Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters GX Episodes 82 & 83 Subbed (Finalized)

(Previously: Episodes 80-81 Subbed [Finalized])

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82: Misawa VS Manjoume -- The Assault Cannon Beetle

As a consequence of being the only one uninvited by the Society of Light, Misawa anxiously wonders if he is being thought of as weak. He confronts Saiou himself, who says that he will leave the island if beaten in a duel, but Manjoume duels Misawa in his stead. Manjoume fuses his three new Union Monsters to summon “Assault Cannon Beetle” (ATK/ 2800), using the Ojamas as bullets to reduce Misawa’s LP down to 1600. Misawa’s intellectual “focus ahead” plays get him far, but...

83: Hell Kaiser Ryou VS Master Samejima

In search of a powerful, locked-away deck, Hell Kaiser Ryou pays a visit to his old Cyber Style Dueling Master--one Principal Samejima--and the teacher and student duel. Ryou summons Cyber End Dragon right off the bat, but Samejima defends himself with a copy of his Monster. Playing to the “soft and fair goes far” proverb, Samejima’s Cyber Ogre absorbs the ATK of Ryou’s Monster, its own ATK reaching 4000, but Ryou evades that using Cyber Laser Dragon. Samejima snatches Ryou’s Cyber End Dragon with a Trap Card, leading to his final decisive moves...

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Episodes 82 and 83 are now finalized! Misawa’s anxiety over the way he’s perceived leads him to join the Society of Light, while Ryou decides he’s come as far as he can with just Cyber End and visits his dojo-master-turned-Principal Samejima for some secret cards. Manjoume’s Beetrons were actually neat, and while I’m sure I was doubtful of how Misawa joining the SOL made sense years back, I do think it does now given the context of Misawa’s wanting recognition and not being the odd man out (and Ed’s putting it into words also puts a different lens on his early Season 1 self). For 83, admittedly the Cyber Style stuff does come a bit out of nowhere (the Japanese blog I reference for lines occasionally also thought so lol), but it’s believable enough for GX, and does give us some more background on Ryou’s childhood to juxtapose with his current “I only need victory, respect be damned” self. Samejima finally making his return after Season 1 as his dojo master was also a bit cool, ngl, and hey, turns out he was working on our upcoming tournament arc!

Had a few animation/card and other quality-of-watching fixes I handled for each episode, hence the slight delay, and for 83′s hardsub, I also translated an article Shou was reading about Ryou’s rise as Hell Kaiser. Details below the cut, as usual, for the curious.

Enjoy, folks--with these done and the GeneX arc about to start, I think the next release will just be episode 84 to set it up and also take a light breather, and then I’ll resume my catch-up double-releases with 85 and 86, which’ll coincide with an update to the OP (plus, that way I also don’t leave half of Judai vs Manjoume or Judai vs Asuka hanging on a cliff later lol). Stay tuned!

Fixes/Edits! (82)

After Manjoume defeats Misawa’s three Ra Yellow dormmates, we see the Ojamas floating and lamenting how off Manjoume’s become--but after Ojama Green wonders what’ll happen to them now, there’s a quick frame as Ojama Black moves and crosses his arms in contemplation where his head from the previous frame is frozen in place on top of his now-moving head, before it’s gone and the shot’s normal again. Fixed in Sony Vegas by holding the third frame, the first as Black starts to move, over the errored frame.

As Misawa confronts Saiou at the White dorm, after Saiou asks if he’s aware of what dueling the Society of Light would mean, Misawa acknowledges that he would join upon losing, but as he moves while asking what he gets for winning, he moves up in the shot and some of the background is visible under him (a similar error happened in ep. 60 as Asuka activated Ritual Weapon, where her hand slides into the shot but seems to float in front of her). I fixed it here first, using the fix for the episode’s preview in 81, by just cropping the shot in Vegas such that none of the background is visible under Misawa.

Just before Misawa and Manjoume’s duel begins, Ojama Yellow tells Black and Green that they should cheer Misawa on. The two are surprised, but there’s a quick frame, featuring a repeat of #1, where Black starts to move but his head is frozen in place above his now-turning head, and then in the next frame both Black and Green are turning. I fixed it by holding the first linked frame here above the error frame in Sony Vegas; this holds Black and Green still for an extra frame, then has them move together in the frame after the error.

After Misawa draws for his second turn, he looks at the card he drew as he thinks about how good Manjoume’s deck has become with Saiou’s cards, but it actually looks like he’s holding two cards when he only drew the one. Fixed first in Photoshop by painting over the line separating the “two” cards, then worked it into the footage in Vegas.

After summoning Assault Cannon Beetle, Misawa assumes Manjoume’s trying to play defense, only to have him slide in on a split-screen to say he’s activating Ojamandala--but before their split-screen splits to show Ojamandala activating, the shot first jitters to the left, and then as the split occurs, the split separation is a bit uneven with Manjoume’s side being further off the screen than Misawa’s in the quick frame before they’re both gone. Fixed this in Vegas by first copying the first linked frame, just before the jitter, over it to hold it still, then I fixed Manjoume’s side of the split so that it was more even with Misawa’s.

As Saiou contemplates Misawa’s strategy and his having set cards to counter and deflect an attack from Manjoume’s Assault Cannon Beetle, Assault Cannon Beetle’s DEF-Mode card under it is reversed with the name box facing Manjoume’s right. Fixed it in AfterEffects first by applying a proxy with it facing correctly (name box facing Manjoume’s left) on the first frame of the panning shot, masking ACB over it as needed, then taking that into Vegas and keyframing the fix into the footage over most of the 80 moving frames before holding it there until the second side of the split-screen with Misawa’s face-down cards covers it.

After Misawa thinks that he’ll win with a direct attack on his next turn, Manjoume draws for his turn, but there’s a quick few frames with Assault Cannon Beetle on his Disk being in Attack Mode by accident; it’s still in Defense Mode. Fixed in AfterEffects by applying my proxy over it in Defense Mode.

As Judai and co. are running to the Duel Arena, we flash back to part of their conversation with Ed about Misawa, but during the un-Gaussian-Blurring transition into it, there are odd green bars surrounding the frame until the transition is done. Fixed in Sony Vegas by slightly cropping the scene to keep the green bars out.

After a cut back to the duel, we cut back to the tail end of the above flashback, where Ed elaborates on why he thinks Misawa would still lose given the chance to win, but as the flashback ends and we Gaussian Blur things up to transition to more of Judai and co. running, a repeat of #8 occurs with more green bars appearing during the blurring around the frame. Fixed the same way in Vegas by just cropping the scene. (Went to check, and the dub did fix these two similarly, too.)

Fixes/Edits! (83)

As Ryou and Samejima begin their duel, they slide in on a split-screen as their LP counters appear, but while Samejima slides in, it takes Ryou’s three frames to start sliding in. Fixed in Vegas by editing and timing Ryou’s slide-in so that it slides in evenly with Samejima’s.

Two bits as Samejima notes the importance of Cyber End Dragon in the Cyber Style and Ryou’s earning it at just nine years old: first, as he then mentions that Ryou is the dojo’s rightful successor, Ryou slides in on a split-screen--but the shot of Samejima starts to move left first, then Ryou’s side starts to slide in in the next frame with a fair amount of it already visible. Fixed in Vegas by first starting Ryou’s slide-in right as the shot of Samejima moves--taking the shot of Samejima and re-moving it for those few frames of the slide-in so that Ryou could slide over it--then sliding Ryou in a bit more evenly over a few of the frames until the split-screen is complete. Then, the split-screen ends, but Samejima’s side is fully off the screen a frame before Ryou’s is; fixed in Vegas to time it evenly with Ryou’s.

Two bits after Ryou notes that he’s only here to duel for the Reverse deck: first, Samejima shouts out at him in frustration, and Ryou slides in on a split-screen to change the subject to his turn, but the first frame as his slide-in starts already has him mostly visible; fixed this in Vegas to more gradually slide him in over a still Samejima, accounting for the flame behind him with a masked-in recycled animation loop. Then, as Samejima moves to activate his Cyber Shadow Guardna Trap Card, Ryou’s side of the split-screen takes longer than usual to slide off (usually the slides last 7-9 frames at most, from what I’ve seen); fixed this by first holding their split-screen for two frames (over where the slide-off started originally), then letting the slide-off play as it originally did for eight frames before then resuming the original video as Ryou’s side is 90% off-screen (doing this also let it match the SFX here a bit better).

As Samejima resolves his Scrap Fusion to grab Ryou’s Cyber Dragons from his Cemetery, the Cyber Laser and Barrier cards on his Disk look like this initially (note the black space next to Cyber Barrier’s card in Monster Zone 4 on the right); as soon as his Disk’s Cemetery slot lights up for the effect, the cards jitter to look like this (note that Cyber Barrier’s card looks good now, but there’s now a black space along the middle side of Cyber Laser’s as it’s now shifted a bit off-center). Fixed this in Vegas by applying masks to use both cards’ best positions and keep them consistent, the first for Cyber Laser and the second for Cyber Barrier.

After Cyber Esper attacks and gets negated, as Samejima declares an attack with Cyber End Dragon, there’s a quick frame where the background behind him changes to the one being faded into in the very next frame. Quick fix in Vegas by just holding the first linked frame over the errored frame so that the transition starts with the fading frame.

Ryou activates Ruthless Destruction (Denial) and explains its effect over a distant shot of him holding it from behind Samejima--except it’s not Ruthless Destruction he’s holding, but a Monster Card (I couldn’t tell which one at first, assuming Cyber Barrier since it’s about to leave the field, but in looking at it now, it does look like Cyber Esper). Fixed first in AfterEffects by applying a proxy into his hand, masking on his fingers, then keyframing and moving that fix within the panning shot.

For the hardsub, as highlighted here, I took the article Shou was reading about Ryou’s rise as Hell Kaiser at the end of the episode and translated it. (You can read the full unobscured text of what I layered on in the linked post)

One animation error that’s outside of my “skillset” occurs as Samejima thinks about his plan were Ryou to try and get Cyber End back through Compulsory (Creature) Swap, as noted by Yugipedia (listed under Mistakes in the Dub, but it’s there originally too): he envisions Cyber End back on Ryou’s field, but Cyber Barrier is there with it--even though Ryou would’ve needed to put it on Samejima’s field in order to get Cyber End back, lol.

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swordsandshields99 · 3 years

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Chapters: 4/6 Rating: Mature Day 5 - We are Family - TW: Depictions of character death; grief @cactuarkitty

Chapter Summary: After the suicide mission, Garrus goes to visit his family, and his mother one last time. Regret, grief, family, and bitter-sweet, beautiful closure.

When Garrus awoke on the Octavian Frigate, he forgot where he was for a moment. It took him a bit to gather his surroundings, taking deep breaths and calming his subharmonics. It'd been so long since he wasn't either on Omega, or a Cerberus ship. He heard the loud engines of the Turian frigate, the familiar humming of 100 Turian subharmonics ringing throughout the ship. Right. Family. He was on his way to see his family. For the first time in, well almost 3 years. He had been about to book a flight for Palaven when his sister, Solana, texted him saying they wouldn't be there. They were on a colony near Sur'Kesh. Where the Helios Medical Institute was located.

His family would never know, that it was his donation of Collector tissues, all the credits he had, and a wonderful letter of clearance from Mordin, that was the reason his mother had qualified for the treatment. From his father and sister's perspective, an anonymous donation allowed room for one more Turian patient. They'd' never know it wasn't anonymous, and it wasn't a donation. Garrus was broker than broke after that payment. They'd never know that after the mission on Horizon, he would have begged Mordin to send a sample to help his mother. Luckily for him, he only had to ask and Mordin was more than happy to help. He also knew, that without the Salarian's clearance, it still wouldn't have been enough to get the project running in time to help his mom.

And even for all that, it still wasn't fast enough to truly help her. At first, it seemed it might slow down her disease. But only for a few months before she took a turn for the worse.

Garrus stood at the docking bay doors, waiting for his cab. When it arrived, he got in without a word and punched in the facility's name. The computer did the rest. He spent the drive trying to figure out what he would say. He had decided a long time ago not to inform his family about the money and the tissue samples. As much as it had done to help her, and as much as it had relieved his family from the pressures of trying to care for her at home, it was nothing compared to the fact that he wasn't there for them.

Yes, his mission this past year with Shepard was important. Important enough, or he wouldn't have done it. But the two years before that? Omega? No, not only could he not tell them about that anyway without enduring a shame he didn't think he could shoulder, he should have been at home. He should have been helping. So now what? Lie? Say that his past mission was three years instead of one?

There was no way in hell he would lie. Never to his family. Not to most, but never to them. So what? He knew, while his father might just be disappointed enough not to even ask, his sister would.

He stood outside the facility doors, before taking a deep breath and going in. He pulled up his omni-tool to send a group text.

G: Dad, Sol, I'm here. What room #?

D: Room 203

S: I'll come get you.

It only took Sol 45 seconds to enter the lobby, their father in tow behind her. He knew the second they saw him. Sol's shocked face, her mandible's splaying out in horror. His dad's pained subharmonics.

Sol didn't know. Couldn't have known. When he finally made contact again, he refused to vid-call, always coming up with excuses. And after he called his father right before he thought he was about to die, well maybe his father was expecting as much.

"Garrus," Sol said, a bit breathless. "Spirits, what happened to you?" Sol had grown up tough. Always trying to keep up with her big brother. And she always succeeded. Garrus wasn't sure what she did after her initial period of service, but even he didn't have the military clearance to know what she was up to. But in this moment, she was the most tender he had ever seen her. She reached her hand out tentatively, holding the side of his face that was horribly mangled and scarred. Her subharmonics were ringing, part sadness, part shock, and the smallest bit of 'ick'.

"Missile to the face," he said, the same joke (that wasn't actually a joke) he'd be making for the rest of his life.

Castis walked up to his son, head held high, hands clasped behind his back. "This happen after our phone call?"

Garrus' subharmonics wavered, sounding with a certain acceptance and gratefulness. His father's brow plates rose when he heard it. Perhaps the old man wasn't expecting gratitude at bringing up that phone call, but Garrus felt it none-the-less. He would always be grateful for that 50 second phone call. The one where his father gave him some peace when he thought he was in his final moments.

Castis could hear that from his son's subharmonics now. His hard exterior melted into a relieved one. Castis placed a hand on Garrus' shoulder, "It's good to have you back in one piece, Son." His own subharmonics rumbled with relief and, to Garrus' surprise, fatherly love.

Garrus fought down his emotions, "How's mom?"

They were both too silent. Garrus' knew that was answer enough. Sol's subharmonics wavered with regret and grief. His mother wasn't gone yet, but she would be soon. "Let's go see her," Castis said softly as he turned to lead his children to their mother's hospital room.

Garrus wasn't sure what he expected. The last time he saw his mother, she was forgetting things. She could never remember what she had just been doing, or where she left any of her things. She was forgetting who people were, like their neighbors. And it was so unlike her, his mother always with sharp wit and a sharper tongue, that it hurt all the more to see. Her hands and legs had been shaky, but if she concentrated she could control it. And that was three years ago. Corpalis Syndrome wasn't kind.

They entered the dimly lit room, monitor's beeping softly. "When she's sleeping, she's so peaceful that it's a relief. But, I always want her to wake up. So that I can be with her," Sol's second vocals wavered heavily, her subharmonics grief stricken. Hearing his sister cry was hard, even if they were both adults. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and squeezed.

Their mother gasped suddenly upon hearing them, her eyes shot open. She wheezed heavily, each breath a struggle. Her eyes darted around the room. Castis walked calmly to her side, "We're here, dear. You're alright."

"Who.. who are..." Garrus' mother began. If she didn't recognize Castis, there was no way in hell she'd recognize him. Especially with half his face blown off. "Ah... Cas-castis, dear." She stuttered horribly, her hands shaking uncontrollably as she tried desperately to clasp her bond-mate's hand. Castis reached out and held her hand tightly, but even that wasn't enough to stop the shaking. "Castis, I d-d-don't want t-to be h-h-here. P-please, where are we? T-t-take me home?!" Her voice was pain-stricken. Her subharmonics were wavering wildly, changing from scared to angry every other sentence. Garrus had never heard his mother sound scared a day in his life.

Garrus' felt Sol squeeze his hand as she whispered, "Dad thinks she's been waiting to see you Gar. She's been holding on."

Garrus' throat tightened and his hide itched at the thought. Had she? Spirits.

"We're here so you can be more comfortable, I promise my bonded," Castis said in a soothing tone.

"She'd want to be at home at the end. But the medicine is keeping her as comfortable as we can manage. Without it, she'd be in too much pain. Everything is just... shutting down so quickly," Sol said quietly.

"Look, bonded, the kids are here to see you."

Garrus' mother looked at the pair. "Kids... we have kids?"

Garrus felt horrified, but Sol acted like it was just another Tuesday. "Hi mom, it's Solana," his sister said as she approached the bed so her mother could see more clearly.

"Sol! When did you get here?" his mother said happily, chirping as if Sol was 10 years old. "Are you being good?"

"Yes, I promise," Solana said with a forced laugh. Sol looked back at him and gave him a forceful look.

So he stepped forward. "Hi mom, it's me, Garrus," he said, taking his sister's lead.

"Garrus. You're not Garrus," his mother said, furry in her eyes. "Not my Garrus." His mother looked at Castis then, "Garrus is at target practice out back, isn't that right Castis?"

"No dear, this is Garrus. Isn't he all grown up now? He's been away on a mission."

"A mission? My, aren't we so proud of him Castis," his mother said as she turned back to him. Suddenly, her eyes cleared and her subharmonics rang out with motherly affection and love. "Garrus... my Garrus. You've been hurt."

"Hey mom," Garrus said, relief flooding his bones. "Yeah, all better now though, promise."

She nodded. "You'll be alright. You'll see," she said with meaning behind the words. He felt like keening right then and there, but fought it down. She always knew what to say. She tried reaching out for him, so he got closer and held her other hand in his. "I love you, my son. I'm not sure what your mission was, or what your next one will be, but your mother always believes in you." And just as quickly as it came, the moment of clarity vanished. She wrenched her hand from his. "Who are you?" she said angrily. "Castis, where's Castis?!"

"I'm here," Castis said, grasping for control of his emotions. "I'm right here."

"Castis," she wheezed as she looked at her bond-mate. "It... it hurts."

Castis keened, his control slipping. He regained control of his vocals and subharmonics quickly and said, "I'll give you more medicine, bonded. Hold on."

"It hurts," his mother whispered. "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts." Her body stiffened and shook for a split second, and when she relaxed again continued quietly, "Castis, my hurt. My hurt. My hurt."

Castis fumbled with the button and pressed it twice, and slowly it seemed as if she had drifted to sleep. The family stood in silence for a moment before she whispered, "Castis. Take me to the window?"

"Bonded?" he asked, unsure if she was in her right mind or if she meant it.

"I long to see the stars again, just once," she wheezed.

Castis scooped her up in his arms, and Garrus saw just how tiny and fragile his mother was. Castis pinned down her arms, but her legs shook still. Garrus saw the cords getting pulled, so he pushed the medicine trolley behind them.

Castis brought her to the window and opened the curtains. Garrus thanked the Spirits the stars were visible that night. His mother gazed at the bright stars for a few silent moments with his father before she turned her head into Castis' chest and whispered, "Starlight and dancing?"

Castis chuckled softly. "Starlight and dancing. Always."

Garrus wasn't sure what it meant, but it was clearly meaningful to them.

The slow and erratic beeping of her heart monitor slowed. Castis went rigid, and Garrus heard the low, mournful rumblings of grief begin to form in his father's subharmonics. They listened to the heart monitor in silence, until 5 minutes later, it stopped. A Salarian doctor came to the door, and without disturbing anyone in the room, checked his mother's pulse. He made a note in his omni-tool. "I'm sorry," the doctor said quietly, and left the room.

Castis collapsed in the chair near the window, still holding his bond-mate in his arms. The rumble that Garrus heard earlier grew louder and louder until the subharmonics were nearly deafening. Garrus wasn't sure how humans couldn't hear something so loud. Something so utterly bone shattering. Solana began keening quietly, and he drew her close, hugging her tightly. And Garrus did what he always did. He shut it off. All of it. He clamped down as hard as he could on his subharmonics and was silent.

After 30 minutes passed, Solana's keening died down as she said, "I guess she was waiting for you."

And just like that, he shattered. He dropped to his knees and put his head in his hands, keening louder than he ever had as a child. He felt Sol kneel down beside him and embrace him as she too keened, but more softly. He felt his fathers hands on them, his subharmonics naturally rumbling comforting tones to his children. Garrus wasn't sure how long they stayed like that, but eventually he came back to himself. Sol had fallen asleep, so he picked her up and set her in the chair next to them. He looked over at the bed. His father must have placed their mother their before coming to them.

A different Salarian with a lab coat came in then. "I'm sorry for you loss, Vakarian clan. I wish there was more that could have been done." The Salarian turned to Garrus. "She was lucky to have such a devoted son. With your permission, the Institute would appreciate keeping the samples and donations you sent. While we are incredibly sorry that it was not in time to help your mother, the research we are conducting now with the tissue samples you sent will most certainly help us find a cure, and many others in the future will be spared."

Garrus nodded his head numbly.

"Thank you, Mr. Vakarian." The Salarian turned to Castis. "Senior Vakarian, please take your time here. When you are ready, please indicate what you would like our next steps to be. We can take care of her here, or send her home to Palaven, but we must prepare her either way."

Castis nodded, and the Salarian left.

"What?" Sol suddenly asked. She must have woken from the Salarian.

"What?" Garrus asked.

"Samples and donations?"

Shit, he thought. Garrus sighed. His mind was fuzzy, and he didn't have the capacity to think clearly at the moment. He shook his head, trying to clear it.

"Garrus," his father said, his subharmonics sounding panicked. "Tissue samples... yours? Son, do you have Corpalis?" His father's second vocals wavered so intensely Garrus worried he might fall over. Sol's subharmonics joined in with panic.

"No! No. No, the... the samples, I," it took more than he had to explain the collectors right now.

"Son, please, I," Castis started.

"No, I promise, I don't. The tissue samples are... they're Collector tissue samples. I worked with an STG agent when we acquired them. We believed they showed capabilities to cure some neurological diseases. And it turns out we were right. I thought I'd have to wait until we went through Omega-4, but the Collectors came early. Sent in the tissue samples, with the Agent's approval to move ahead with the Institue's Corpalis project."

Castis was visibly relieved, and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the back of his chair. "Spirits," he said softly, his eyes closing.

"You... you did all that for mom?" Sol whispered. "And, donations?"

Garrus sighed, hanging his head heavily. He hadn't wanted this. Still didn't want this. "Every credit I've earned the past 3 years has gone to getting mom into the project." He stood angrily. "And it was all for nothing. I wasn't... I wasn't fast enough. It wasn't enough." His hands balled into fists, so tight his talons broke skin.

He felt Sol's hand on his arm. "Garrus, even if Dad and I had been able to save for 10 years, we couldn't have paid for mom's treatment. Do you have anything left?"

"I sold my apartment, and everything I own, and took every job I could take. And my last mission was assigned to be a suicide mission. I wasn't supposed to come back from that, but it paid well. Well enough to pay for 75% of the treatment."

"So, the missile incident wasn't even the suicide mission?" Castis said.

Garrus shook his head, "No, just a job gone wrong."

"I'm sorry," Sol said abruptly.

"For what, Sol?" he murmured.

"When we spoke before your last mission, I... well I thought you had just abandoned us. I was so harsh... so mean, and you were on your way to what, die in a mission while saving mom? Garrus, I had no idea."

"Sol, you couldn't have known. And even if you had known, you were still right. I wasn't here. Wasn't here for her."

"G, you were here for her. Fighting for her every day. You heard her, she believed in you. She knew you. You were doing what we couldn't. That's what families do."

Before he could argue, his father cut in. "Garrus, you said it was for nothing, that it wasn't fast enough," Castis said with a sigh. "Before she came here, it was worse than what you saw today. We weren't equipped.. I.. wasn't equipped to handle your mother's care. She needed around the clock care and medicine. She was lingering, not bad enough to die, but bad enough to be in constant misery. She couldn't talk, at all. Not at all. This treatment saved us. It saved her. Saved her spirit, her dignity, gave her peace and relief from the pain. It gave her," Castis choked up, "it gave her a much better end than what we could have given her. I would've given anything for that, for her." He walked up to his son, "Not enough? Garrus, it was everything."

#merweek2021 #merweek #mass effect relationships week #mass effect #mass effect 2 #mass effect 3 #garrus vakarian #castis vakarian #solana vakarian #i'm not crying you're crying #ok i'm totally crying #this was hard to write #my soul hurts

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Caught Up \\ pt.2

Chwe Hansol Vernon

Pairing: sub!vernon x dom!reader (f/m/x)

Warning: this writing is meant for 18+ readers, assuming you’re going to read it anyways please be cautious and prepared for crude topics

wc: 3.2k

Genre: smut, dom!reader, teasing, orgasm denial, male penetration

A\N: Vernon is kinda hard to sub...(and let's say all “precautions” were taken beforehand)

Part1 Part2

The situation that occurred that morning played in your head too many times, making it hard for you to focus on your work.

Needless to say, you’ve never been so horny and hoped you could continue what you started when you got home.

Vernon tried his best to get his mind off his hard-on, feeling conflicted about what he just experienced. Between attempting to write, watching movies and eating, his mind still wandered back to replay the words you whispered in his ear.

{ “you’re mine” }

Giving him goosebumps every time.

Finally, all paperwork was done and you slung your bag over your shoulder, striding out the door and hopping in your car.

You had subconsciously driven 15 over the entire way, keen to get home.

You fumbled your keys into the lock, sliding the door open, cautiously slow as if you were expecting something to jump out.

Vernon stood up swiftly but quickly sat back down, not wanting to seem overly enthusiastic that you were finally home.

You weren’t sure why but your stomach immediately burst into nervous butterflies, dropping your bag and keys onto the side table. Noticing his lack of attention, you went to grab a glass of water.

“Welcome home babe” he swallowed, lifting himself off the couch and over to you.

His arm reaching out for your waist to pull you towards him, as he usually would when you got home.

Not until the last second did you grab his wrist, arms outstretched, away from your side.

Both of you looked at each other with widened eyes, neither one was sure where to go from this point and also surprised at your reaction.

Your chest tightening and utterly confused on what to do, you took your other hand, placing it on his hip, guiding him back to the fridge.

“We’re you good for be baby?”

You were slightly embarrassed, still settling into this foreign dom space

He swallowed hard, nodding his head.

“Use your words, baby boy”

He immediately squeaked, trying not to smile. After hearing his reaction, you bowed your head trying not to show your own amusement with the name. This could be fun.

Collecting yourself the best you could, before looking back at him.

“I won’t tolerate being ignored” a firm hand on his jaw

“y-yes I was good”

You softened your grasp, leaning onto the balls of your feet towards him and pressing your lips to his, tugging at the seam of his shirt.

Vernon pulled away from you, his cheeks slightly blushed.

“Actually babe, c-can we eat first?”

You snickered at the seriousness of his tone, but such a simple question.

Lowering yourself back flat on your feet,

“Yeah of course! You sound like I’m gonna be mad if you ask”

“You’re just intimidating when you’re like this, that’s all” He lets out a nervous chuckle, sliding off the fridge door.

Blushing slightly, unsure if you were flattered by his comment, you clicked open the fridge door. Empty.

“Well looks like we’re ordering, what do you want?”

“Something with noodles”

Your teeth gripped harshly around your lip

*use your manners....bunny?*

Playing over in your head a name you could call him, baby boy seemed too lax.

You smirked at your own thoughts, picking up the phone and ordering Pho.

Slumped on the couch scrolling through a movie list, waiting for the food.

The more you thought about the entire situation, the more anxious you felt, but there was an underlying thrill you felt about it.

Vernon stepped out of the washroom just all the doorbell rang, reaching out to open the door and expect the food.

“Ahhh finally I’m soooo hungry” easing off the couch and towards the kitchen island.

It wasn’t long before both of you had cleaned your dishes to the last sliced carrot. Cleaning up and flopping back onto the couch, Vernon following your suit.

You had abandoned the movie and were 3 episodes deep into a show you started together. You were glued to it, but Vernon couldn’t be more distracted. He kept glancing over at you over the course of the current episode, hoping you’d glance back.

The credits began to roll, his hand wrapped around your shoulder, his fingers reaching down to your shoulder and brushing against your skin.

Being probably the most ticklish person on the earth, you shot him a lookout of the corner of your eye. He might as well be tattooed saying ‘fuck me!’ across his forehead.

You immediately felt the sexual tension around him, cursing at yourself that you were so immersed in the show.

Your body shot up in a tingling sensation. Looking at you still, he saw your eyes grow darker if that was even possible from the already dim lights.

Shifting your weight and kneeling on one leg, you pressed your hand on his chest insinuating you wanted him to lie down. You followed him as he slid down the couch. You were still very aware of your surroundings, but you felt some strange persona take over.

His lip was trapped in his teeth, his eyes racing all over your face unable to tell what you were thinking.

Rolling your tongue over the ridges of your teeth, the anxiousness you felt earlier was no longer present.

Leaning down, an intense make-out taking over the empty moment. Grazing your lips over his cheek, sucking at the hot skin of his neck, leaving red marks down his neck that will only become more evident and purple the next morning.

Your hands slide underneath his grey t-shirt, hands shifting across his torso and grazing his nipples.

He tried to keep his whimper in, fortunately for you, he was unsuccessful. Moving your mouth back up to his face, your hands glide back over the small tips. Not bothering to hold back the sounds, muffled by your tongue running over his.

You ended up in the same position as before, but now his hands locked to the bedpost, tugging at his restraints.

Peppering kisses over his chest, letting your tongue graze over his nipples. He closed his eyes, a shiver running across his skin.

His clothes had been lost at some point in the process, having also lost your shirt, leaving you in your pants. His hesitance vanished, allowing himself to accept the submissive position he had been placed in.

Your legs were thrown over one of his thighs, your fingers grazing over his legs up to the centre of his stomach causing his stomach to clench. You slipped off the bed and went over to your dresser.

Restraints and blindfolds weren’t new to either of you, only you were normally the one in them.

Slipping out a wide strip of black silky ribbon, unsure about using anything else, but picking out plug you hadn’t seen before. Vernon obviously had other intentions for it, not expecting the first use to be on himself.

You turned around closing the drawer with your shoulder.

Positioning yourself back to your previous spot, dragging the metal toy across his stomach. He looked down at what was in your hand, eyes shooting right back up to yours, his face flushed and nervous.

“Only if you’re okay with it ‘sol” softening your expression in hopes of calming his nerves.

“I mean-” he paused

his chest dropped, letting out his breath, “L-Lets try it?” still apprehensive but trying to convince himself.

Nodding your head “we can stop anytime baby, just tell me. “Give me a safe word”

“I’ll use the same ones you do”

Your words evidently reassuring him, his head bobbed. You reached the ribbon around his head, tying it semi firmly, laying back to admire him. Of course, you forgot the lube, rushing back over the dresser to grab the bottle.

“Y/N?”

“I’m still here baby boy” it was almost cute how nervous he was, making you silently giggle.

The bed sunk as you kneeled between his ankles, pushing them slightly apart.

This scenario had occurred once or twice in your head but never would you think it would be happening. You grabbed the hough of his legs, bending them over your hands. He hasn’t made a peep, but his expression was calm, glancing up to him every so often. Opening the lube bottle and dropping a small amount onto a few of your fingers. You crawled up between his legs and up so your face was above his, propping yourself up with arm as the other made it’s way down. Dragging your fingers over his tip then down to the base, applying more pressure as you grazed over his taint. He released a shaky breath, fists clenching. If only you could be him, his body rushing with anxious tingles and butterflies fill the pit of his stomach. A buzz was radiating off him, and you could feel it, it only making you that much more eager. Gently moving, teasing at him before slipping one finger in. His breath hitched, holding yourself in that position before slowly moving in and out. His hands form a death grip around his own palms, a couple whimpered curses leave his lips.

You were trying your best to take your time but it wasn’t long before three of your finger slipped in him, his head lulled back, clear that the stretch was no longer affecting him.

Your pace quickened and your lips came down to meet him, obviously distracted as he barely responded back to you.

You curled your fingers in search of his prostate. The chains of the cuffs clinked as the stiffened against the post, pushing in the spot you just had, you smirked, feeling pleased with yourself.

Being the man he was, releasing onto an already dirty t-shirt or literally into a sock was not new to you. Which is why the shirt on the floor, clearly not new, caught your attention on the otherwise clean room. Your face grew hot out of embarrassment, but also annoyance that he didn’t follow the one rule you gave him.

You pulled your fingers out abruptly, causing him to flinch. Washing your hands and coming back to sit on his stomach. You lifted his blindfold, sliding your hand down to grasp his jaw. He looked very unsure, your eyes dark, but no longer with thrill and lust.

“did you disobey me baby?” sternness coating your voice.

He remained unresponsive, trying to avoid any direct eye contact

“oh I see, going to be a brat are we?” shifting yourself off him.

“I-” you interrupted him,

“I thought you had been good for me, baby boy, I was going to give you what you wanted tonight”

his throat bulged as he swallowed

“I’m sorry Y/N”

“You call me Ma’am from now on understand?” fiddling with the metal plug in your hands.

Vernon nodded his head, face flushed red.

“I need to hear you say it”

“Yes Ma’am”

It felt like you were switching between different moods every few minutes. You weren’t only horny, but disappointed, and excited about the things you were going to get to do.

After smoothing lube over the plug, you position yourself between his legs, still bent from a moment ago. His face scrunched up as the first ball slid in, trying your best to keep composure, your stomach tensing you from seeing him in such a vulnerable state.

The second one in and his hips pull away. Your hand grasps the crook of his hip and yank him back. You weren’t the strongest person especially against Vernon, but he slid right back towards you.

“Okay?”

His breathing increased and managed to nod his head.

“Just relax baby”

Third and fourth in at once, he gasped and his hands fell heavy on the restraints. Goosebumps covered his legs and arms.

Teasing him to get him used to the toy, you tried to distract with peppering kisses across his neck and lips. His dick had become hard the minute you put the plug in, but now it was really erect, pressing lightly up against your zipper.

You shuddered at the thought of just saying fuck it, ripping off your pants and riding him. No, you were this far in it would be a shame to stop.

It wasn’t long before a set of whimpers were let out, his head pushed into the pillow below him. Leaning back and taking your hand off the plug, leaving it in. Regardless of the fact he had a blindfold on, he lifted his head up as if to say ‘what the fuck?’

“Did you forget you were a naughty boy today?”

He lowered his head and let out a whimpered sigh. You smacked his stomach and gripped his chin,

“You did this to yourself, baby boy. Now flip over for me”

Vernon did so promptly, wrists resting on a railing of the bedpost.

It genuinely was a pretty sight, maybe admiring too long, Vernon’s legs shifting so he was resting in his heels.

“Sit up” you demand in a cold tone.

Moving up against his ass, your hands covering the skin of his sides and back and moving down his thighs. Your hand drifting over his length, his hips buck.

“ohhh you’re so sensitive baby” chuckling as you bring your fingers to circle over the swollen tip causing him to twitch in your hold.

A soft groan leaves his lips and your hands gripping him lightly.

All kinds of sounds were coming out of him as you stroke, increasing the tightness of your grip.

You almost forgot he had a butt plug in, glancing down to find the base and covering it with the pad of your thumb.

You push the base up and down, causing it to shift slightly in him.

His moans choked, head dropping.

You didn’t stop your ministrations, if anything his groans made you increase the speed and pressure around his cock. He shifted himself so he could grasp the bar he had been leaning on.

“Are you close? Tell me when you’re gonna come okay?”

He nodded his head and hisses out.

“ I-I’m gonna come”

Your hand drops from his cock abruptly, and you slip out the plug.

Whining out, you didn’t even hear what he said, it just sounded like fussy gibberish.

Setting the plug to the side, you ran your hand through his hair, nudging his side to flip back over.

His face was visibly flushed, and you couldn’t help but smile at how worked up he had gotten.

“mmm-ma’am?” He stuttered out

“Yes Vernon”

before he even got a chance to say anything, you slid your fingers back into him. He choked out, turning his head to hide them behind his arms.

“mmm, my baby boy sounds so good”

The corners of his mouth twitch, his cheeks blushing out of embarrassment but clearly welcomed the praise.

His breathing quickened and his knuckles were white.

You slowed yourself down, giving himself a chance to catch his lost breath, but didn’t hesitate to hastily continue once he had. His length was stiff and red, you were sure he’d blow at any moment.

“shit sh-shit, I’m gonna come” his voice husky from constant groaning.

His hips buckled forward, breath hitched. His cock twitched and you didn’t let up on hitting his prostrate, not until he forcefully yanked on the cuffs and let out a cry from overstimulation.

You get up to wash your hands and he lets out a disappointed sigh.

“sooo— do I get to finish?” he trails off, reluctant to even ask.

“Are you not happy with what I gave you baby boy?”

Silence.

You had gotten back from the washroom, resting your hand on his cheek, his body jolts at the unexpected change in distance.

“answer me baby” a now firmer hold on his face

“n-no ma’am”

His cock was still semi-hard, it was a struggle to make him wait, edging him was fun but getting him off might be better.

You straddled his waist, your hands cross his chest before landing over his nipples; lightly pinching them between your fingers. His mewls are soon muffled as your tongue slips into his mouth. You genuinely couldn’t wait any longer, lifting your hips up and grasping his length with your hand.

“Do you want to come baby boy?”

Sitting back above his knees, your pace started intensely.

His face scrunched up under his blindfold

“Ma’am i-it hurts” he hisses out

“Don’t worry baby, give it a minute”

You move your other hand down to fondle his balls, his teeth gritted and his breath seethed.

“now why should I let you come, have you learned your lesson baby boy”

It was obvious this whole experience of sensations was overwhelming, Vernon struggles to form coherent words.

“Ple-ease ma’am”

“Please what sol’”

“I want t-to come, I’ll be good” he stuttered out

you scoffed out, figuring you teased him enough.

His legs starting to twitch next to yours, you lean down and drag your tongue around the tip. Hot breathe guiding over him.

“fuu-uck” choked up at the sudden stimulation.

It was absolute torture for him to not be able to watch what you were doing.

“Can I... can I come?”

you hummed out in approval

“Good boy for asking, go ahead”

Moving your head out of the way just in time, strings of white shot out across his stomach and drooling onto your hand.

You kept your pace, and his hands yank out on the cuffs. Taking your hands off and wiping it off on the shirt on the floor. The pace of his breathing was still quick, and a smile had spread across his face.

“ thank you, ma’am”

“So well behaved already, I guess punishment works hmm”

You undid the cuffs and slid off his blindfold.

Vernon glanced down at his stomach as he shifted himself up, slight disgust as he got up to clean himself off.

Grabbing his arm before he walked off,

“Let me do it baby” Your stomach blew up butterfly’s and your face went hot. You tried to hide the smile, tensing your lips.

Your hand reaches up to stroke his hair, before glancing down at the substance which was now on his thigh.

A slight giggle and a tug on his arm before you had a warm cloth in hand and him sitting down, his face flushed pink.

“So...was that okay?

He tries to avoid eye contact but the raise in the corner of his mouth and the redness in his cheeks gave a clear answer.

You went to grab him a glass of water as he got comfortable in a clean bed.

Taking a big gulp from the glass, choking out the water as a familiar hand slid across your shoulder.

“Get back in bed I’ll be there in a minute” recovering from the intrusion of liquid down your esophagus.

“But- you didn’t really get to...you know” he shyly stated.

“Vernon I’ll be fine, maybe next time” you grin at the fact he seemed to care, but your cheeks became red at the sudden thoughts of what next time might be. Leaving him in the kitchen once again as you headed to the bedroom. His tongue brushed the inside of his cheek, his face no longer carrying the innocent expression he had only moments ago.

@spnningtop

part 3 is posted just not linked yet

#seventeen #seventeen smut #seventeen vernon #kpop smut #hansol smut #vernon smut #seventeen x reader #smut #seventeen hansol #hansol x reader #hansol vernon chwe #sub smut #dom smut #tease smut #kpop imagines #vernon #chwe hansol

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foxie-roxie · 4 years

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why rayllum is a MASTERPIECE part 3

*RUBS MY CLAWS TOGETHER* IT IS SEASON 3 TIME BITCHES AND H O L Y S H I T I LOVE THIS SEASON SO MUCH

i even rewatched it for this!

this time i’ll try to have SOME order, and go by episode. this will however still include unintelligible screaming

1. DAMN THESE FUCKERS BE PINING MORE THAN A PINE TREE FOREST!

first off, affectionate eye rolling, nose boop, and head bonk is the best thing.

second, IF SOMEONE SAYS THAT DURING WHEN CALLUM WAS HELPING RAYLA PUT ON HIS SCARF AND THEY J STARED AT EACHOTHER FOR A BIT BEFORE RAYLA TURNED AWAY THAT HE WAS N O T LOST IN HER EYES? they’re wrong. this is fact now.

third, their teamwork and decision making is excellent. they agree to try and sneak past sol regem, and when that fails try talking to him and then decide to simply trick his senses with the scarf. and instead of rayla shooting down callum’s “smelltriloquism” idea, she simply adds onto it! LOVE HEALTHY FRIENDSHIPS

“i think it’s good luck!” YES IT IS RAY THAT’S UR BOYFRIENDS SCARF

also, here you go. you’re welcome.

2. STILL PINING. GOD DAMN.

first, CALLUM BEING SO EXCITED BY ALL THE MAGIC IN XADIA IS S O CUTE! MY SON. this might turn into an overrall review of s3. o well

second. FLUSTERED RAYLA AND FLUSTERED CALLUM. Y E S

third, THE ADORABURR FIELD! their smiles were so fond and soft and A. they make me cry of joy.

an overall look on it, i like how this episode really shows their feelings clearly. no “will they won’t they”, at least for rayla. it’s clear she has feelings.

3. AH FUCK. ANGST.

first i love how when rayla mentions that she’s excited and happy but also terrified, callum tries to comfort her. good boi. best boi.

second, elf callum. i love that scene so much even if the second-hand embarrassment kills me, and rayla is j like “why the fuck do i love you. im gonna kill him.”

third, DANCE! callum not being rude and saying her home is “modest” before rayla explains it’s an illusion, his BLUSH WHEN SHE HELPS HIM, and the softness in general. rayla’s excitement that she’s home and talks abt that she can show callum where she went to school, the best moonberry surprise place, until...

fourth, AH FUCK. A N G S T T I M E. rayla being crest-fallen before callum says that it must’ve been a mistake, and she realizes that ethari would probably understand!

and then CONFIRMED GAYS. YES.

rayla realizing ethari ghosted her too and then callum GOING O F F. he angy and when rayla runs out callum IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWS (like in a later episode) and comforts her again.

when ethari comes down and breaks the spell and says to callum “trees to meet you too” and rayla’s like “don’t encourage him”

also callum trying to get on the shadowpaw and ethari being Concerned is AMAZING. concerned dad content

i’ll talk more about ezran/ruthari/the dark magic trio in a later ted talk

4. H E R E W E G O

first, rayla clearly being sad and callum picking up on that quickly (he even seems to be almost falling on purpose, perhaps to make her smile?) and asking if she’s ok before being shot down by rayla insisting she is fine. GOD DAMN. THAT HURTS.

second, their interaction with nyx is so amazing. rayla being protective of zym and callum being a DORK is awesome, but also their decision making.

after rayla reluctantly decides that they can go see how nyx could get them across the desert so quickly, they see the ambler and then their reasoning is amazing.

“what do you think?”

“the dragon queen is dying.” and then i forget the rest of the exact quote but they give a subtle nod to eachother. they make their decisions TOGETHER. AS A TEAM. AND THAT’S ON HEALTHY FRIENDSHIPS X2!

third, callum continuing to gently press for rayla to express her emotions. he doesn’t pressure her, but seems to simply let her know that if she needs to talk (when she insists she’s fine), he is there.

four, MORE FLUSTERED RAYLLUM. YES. TY NYX but also fuck u for taking zym but also ur hot- A N Y W A Y

five. OOOOOOH. MY FAVORITE SCENE.

rayla’s crying and callum tries to reassure her. nyx is plotting, while rayla runs away and callum follows. Y E S.

rayla talks about how there’s nobody left that cares about her and she lost everything.. and then the SPEECH. i have this speech memorized i’ve watched this scene so many times

"JUST SHUT UP, YOU'RE TALKING CRAZY. JUST, LISTEN TO ME. YOU'RE TOO GOOD TO FEEL THIS BAD ABOUT YOURSELF. I KNOW THAT, AND YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT. YOU HAVE TRUE COURAGE, AND A BIG HEART! I'VE SEEN YOU GET KNOCKED DOWN SO MANY TIMES AND EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. YOU GET UP AGAIN. THAT'S REAL STRENGTH. AND.. AND YOU'RE TEN TIMES FUNNIER THAN ANY HUMAN I KNOW! chuckle SEE? SEE YOU KNOW YOU'RE AMAZING. YOU'RE SMART AND FAST AND BEAUTIFUL. RAYLA YOU'RE THE MOST AMAZING PERSON I'VE EVER MET."

LOVE THEMMM

and then rayla kisses him and that’s all that happened. callum was not a dumbass. right? RIGHT???

5. MY FAVORITE EPISODE!

first, rayla saving callum from the soulfang serpents and callum helping her get up is AMAZING, LOVE THAT.

second, callum tryna get a good position and rayla j saying to hold onto her and callum GETTING FLUSTERED. BOY IS PINING also he didn’t have to hold her that close.

“I DON’T THINK OF HER THAT WAY” “YOU AND I DON’T HAVE THAT YET” LIAR.

three, THEM JUMPING OFF THE AMBLER AND. THAT WHOLE MOMENT? THE ROMANTIC TENSION IS KILLING ME

four. DAMN CALLUM RLLY DO BE HAVING HEART EYES @ RAYLA WHILE SHE KILLS LIKE 80 SOULFANGS HE IS PINING PART 2

five. THE SPEECH. THE SOFTNESS. THE KISSES. GOD DAMN. FAVORITE SCENE OUT OF THE ENTIRETY OF TDP. LOVE THEM.

also here you go again

what can i say except YOU’RE WELCOME

6. ANGST BUT ALSO FLUFF ALSO REUNION

once again won’t b talking abt ezran specifically but there’s some passing mentions of him from now on

first, rayla and callum reaching the stone thunder and callum asking “is it... a statue?” and rayla sadly saying “no. it’s not a statue” A. I CRI.

1.5 ayla and callum best dragon parents

i’ll get to an actual analysis later

second, THIS MOMENT IS UNDERRATED EVEN THO IT’S ONE OF MY FAVS why has nobody mentioned the lil tender moment where ezran is by phoe-phoe and rayla puts her hand on callum’s shoulder AND CALLUM PUTS HIS HAND ON HERS. SO SWEET.

third, OK I’LL STOP MOST OF MY UNINTELLIGIBLE SHRIEKS AND ACTUALLY ANALYZE THIS.

callum is upset because of thunder and rayla sympathizes immediately. this is similar to how callum lets rayla let out her own emotions, and rayla is doing the same. he explains how he feels angry, upset, confused, sad, and rayla quickly empathizes. he keeps on venting, not knowing whether to feel regretful, or glad, and how he’s confused because that’s sarai’s spear. he feels sorry that all this happened, but rayla reassures him that zym and ezran are going to break the cycle! that’s hope! and then they hold hands and i screech

AND THAT’S SO FUCKING HEALTHY AND I LOVE IT. THEY RLLY BREAK ALL BAD HET RELATIONSHIP STEREOTYPES (coughbutistillheadcanonthembothasbiandcallumistransilldieonthishillcough)

7. angst but not rayllum angst so its ok

first, they begin to go up the storm spire and i really love their banter. “and i’m guessing the dragon queen didn’t make her den at a nice, halfway kinda place?” “nope. tiptop!”

cuties.

second, ASSDHFNF THE FACT THEY M O C K THE IDEA OF A FORBIDDEN RELATIONSHIP. THEY’RE IN LOVE AND THE WORLD CAN DEAL WITH IT. LOVE THAT FOR THEM

third, RAYLA CATCHING CALLUM. IT’S. NOT RLLY BIG I JUST LIKE IT AND THINK IT’S CUTE HOW EVEN THOUGH SHE WAS ALSO OUT OF BREATH SHE RAN UP TO CATCH HIM.

four, AHSDHGDHFG THEY DEADASS FORGOT EZRAN WAS THERE. more flustered rayllum i love that

8. FUCK IT’S RAYLLUM ANGST NOOOO

one, ibis is j a good boi. back to rayla and callum

two, rayla going in to see the dragon queen and when she runs out callum QUICKLY FOLLOWS to see if she’s ok. asks her if she’s ok, and she OPENS UP!! CHARACTER GROWTH BABY!!! and then they hold hands and i once again shriek

three, AH. HELLO ANGST.

before we go to the actual angst, can i say that THE LAUGH AFTER RAYLA SAID “STORM SNEEZE” IS SO CUTE. CALLUMS IN LOVE. MY SON.

oh no.

*bonks rayla on the head* nO SELF SACRIFICING!!

although their fight is super angsty and i hate it, it does provide some conflict and more plot because it gives callum a reason to want to find out the truth about rayla’s parents. and then he does! people argue that this fight was unnecessary or that callum was a jerk, but this was needed i think. he did let his worry become a bit of anger, and that was not a nice move, but he knows he fucked up and fixes it!

and then we get soft rayllum this is fine

9. AND YOU THOUGHT LAST EPISODE WAS BAD N O *CRYING*

there’s not much rayllum featured in this ep, but the amount we do get is 80 PERCENT ANGST AND I WASN’T OK WITH IT

first, the fluff! callum trying to do the wing spell and rayla teasing “did you pull a muscle in the middle of a jumping jack?” is so cute. i LOVE THEM. also they hold hands and i SH RIEK again.

also soren how dare you interrupt callum he was abt to confess

second, callum when he’s explaining the battle plan and his ZAP HAND. rayla is j watching him like “yep. that is my dork.”

and CALLUM SEEMS SO FOND WHEN JANAI CALLS RAYLA THE LAST DRAGONGUARD. PERHAPS I SOB

skipping forward in time a bit for the angst oh no

third, callum going up to the storm spire after ez encouraging him to go to rayla. love that soft brotherly relationship. and we think “oh, soft rayllum, right?”

NO. VIREN’S UP THERE.

fourth, THEY DIDN’T NEED ME TO BE ROLLING ON THE FLOOR WTF. the fact that rayla’s blade went right in front of callum and he looks up and sees zym in danger, viren is there, and RAYLA is there, p a n i k.

and then rayla jumps and the entire rayllum fandom SC REAMS after callum’s “no!” before she jumps and “no, no, no, RAYLA!”

fifth, CALLUM NO WHY ARE YOU JUMPING TOO- oh wait its ok he did the wings and im still crying fuck

THAT CONFESSION THO- i cri tears of joy now. they’re in love

sixth, I J WANNA KNOW WHAT THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT BEFORE EZRAN SHOWED UP. like it’s clear that they’re talking or something, but abt what is the question. also yes they hug and raylas fond

seventh, THEY HOLD HANDS!! soft bbs,,,

AAAND IM DONE! this is. quite long so if you read all of this i hope u have a good day and thnx for listening to me ramble with some coherent thoughts

#rayla #callum #rayllum #rambling #thanks for reading #ezran #tdp season three #tdp s3 #soren #the dragon prince zym #tdp

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f-117-nighthawk · 3 years

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Playlist Update Part 2: Electric Boogaloo

Part 2! Here lies Endless War, Dystopian Fiction, and Filaments. EW hasn’t changed much, DF has a bit and it's all INFECTED's fault, and Filaments has more than three songs finally. My explanations for these aren't quite as fleshed out (partially bc there's less in my head to flesh out with and partially because these aren't nearly as set in playdough as the main playlist. more like set in syrup)

Part One

In chronological order:

Endless War

Dark Matter is here because it always is, twining through everything else.

(Don’t stop, don’t think, don’t look back/You’re a bolt of lightning in the sky now/Don’t stop, don’t think, don’t look back/I’ve pulled you in, nowhere to hide now)

I Am the One links into Eater of Worlds as sort of the aftermath, sort of during Apocalypse 1992. Our Fifth General has her realization about [REDACTED] far, far before Team Voltron does because she’s there in the thick of it during Through Apocalypse Skies.

(I am the one/I hold the dreams from fallen heroes)

(We are gods, we are monsters/We create to devour/Not for love but for power/What’s a life worth in the end?)

(From the caves beneath Dundee/Ancient hermit arrives/A messenger to the war in the stars/Korviliath is nigh!)

The Truth Beneath the Rose is from the perspective of our last (and first) Blade in the aftermath of Through Apocalypse Skies, as she realizes just what she helped create. Also… kinda connects to a song in the main playlist, but not very obviously.

(Blinded to see the cruelty of the beast/It is the darker side of me/The veil of my dreams deceived that I have seen/Forgive me for what I have been, forgive me my sins!)

Raise Your Banner is The Fifth General’s newfound resolve as she starts collecting allies against Zarkon’s empire.

(Wake up/I’m defying you, seeing right through you, once I believed in you/Wake up/Feel what’s coming deep within we all know)

Obey is a bit of a weird one. It’s in the same vein as You Keep What You Kill in the main playlist, but it’s more specifically about the creation of the first Druids and how Haggar uses them against the Fifth General and her team.

(Obey, we're gonna show you how to behave/Obey, it's nicer when you can't see the chains)

Silver Moonlight is cracks forming in The Fifth General’s new set of alliances and her desperate and occasionally rash attempts to get them to believe in her goal. Not just the main one to take down the empire, but the one that will allow them to do that.

(I’m impatient, but it’s colors that I need/Too many shades of grey, I cannot breathe/The dreams I have ain’t tainted, I need you to believe/The only way to make them real, oh)

Endless War is the title track, connected to Holy Ground and I’d Rather Burn as a specific event but also sort of encompassing the Fifth General’s motivations throughout the series. She’s “hunting a miracle” that is also those colors from Silver Moonlight, and then the end of Endless War kicks in with Holy Ground, and the Fifth General’s final stand in I’d Rather Burn.

('Cause you’re fighting an endless war/Hunting a miracle/And when you reach out for the stars/They just cut you down/…/Is it worth dying for?/Or are you blinded by, blinded by it all?)

(You got inside my head, I want you out/'Cause I’ve been betrayed on holy ground)

(Won’t let you take my soul away/I’d rather go to the stake/I’d rather burn)

Empty Eyes is [long spoiler beep]. (and yes! I found it on Spotify finally!)

(I don’t know where I’m going/In search for answers/I don’t know who I’m fighting/I stand with empty eyes/You’re like a ghost within me/Who’s draining my life/It’s like my soul is see-through/Right through my empty eyes)

Dystopian Fiction

Dark Matter is on here because title track, but also it does end up with effects. Especially by the end… and of course, the Thing that is Wrong With Earth.

(Don’t stop, don’t think/Move up, don’t blink now/On your knees pray for rain/Don’t breathe when you take your aim)

The Human Condition is the Éskhayklos manifesto. A warning of the end times. The condemnation of the parasites. The reveal of the only cure. The final extinction cycle. Also their new image song, as Cross the Line got moved.

(We have the cure for the disease/Locked down inside us/When all is dead, then we will see/We are the virus)

INFECTED is the Éskhayklos’s slow, well, infection of the Sol Federation, and their descent into full-blown terrorism. (And yes, I know the actual lyrics have ‘he’. Shhhhhh. It’s a STARSET song, it’s about a Shirogane, even if it’s sort of from Cascade’s POV)

(Here's a challenge for all mankind/The preacher man is warning of the end times/The weatherman agrees but she don't know/So she's got to go now)

Who Will Save You Now here is about Sam, and the aftermath of Here to Save You, in addition to its referenced role in the main playlist.

(Alone with this vision/Alone and blind/Go tell the world I’m still alive)

Codebreaker is Adam’s song! But here it’s also in conjunction with Cross the Line as the final Éskhayklos mission before...

(Codebreaker can’t you find/Can you read between the lines of code?/Tell me all that you know/How far down the hole does it all go)

(Cross the line, redefine, break away unbent, unafraid/Together we stand in the dark/Seeking the light and what is right, together we cross the line/Our journey will come to an end and then our human cause will be/Justified)

The Day the Earth Collapsed

(How much time has been elapsed/Since the day the earth collapsed?)

Dystopian Fiction is the title track for this part. With the events of The Day the Earth Collapsed, the Garrison and our heroes on Earth are at their lowest point. It really is a piece of dystopian fiction, between [spoiler] and [spoiler]. They’re fighting for something that, at that point, must seem like ‘superstition.’ And also: “Nobody can shoot me down, not just yet” is about Adam bc Fuck Canon. Even if he does, technically, get shot down.

(I’m a dead man/In the wasteland/I’m a soldier fighting for superstition/Under searchlights/In the long nights/We’ve been written like dystopian fiction)

World on Fire and The Reckoning are the two of their subset that make it over here because they’re the two that happen before the result of This is a Call can come to fruition, and are more focused on our Earth heroes anyway.

(Sent by forces beyond salvation/There can be not one sensation)

(We’re all alone, walking in twilight/The night has been long and so many have fallen/Feel no remorse, light will be breaking/Our freedom is worth it all)

Filaments

Filaments is still in flux but does have way more solid than it did. Like, you know, most of an ending. I just don’t really know how they get from A to B yet.

Dark Matter is here because, well. A) Title track, B) yes, it still has effects. It’s the overarching theme, after all. Filaments sort of has a subtitle itself, which is ‘The Undoing,’ after the other part of the lyric that the subtitle of the main playlist comes from. It’s about undoing a past mistake (that wasn’t obviously a mistake until much later) and reconciling the events of Your World Will Fail.

(I am the keeper/I am the secret/I am the answer/I am the end)

Filaments is the title track of this part. It’s… a little hard to explain without giving away the entire plot but it’s about the connections between different parts of the universe, and some fall-out of Cosmic Vertigo and Louder Than Words.

(These glowing filaments/Conducting this enchanting/Sarcophagus that’s holding us)

Starlight is, again, Adashi song, and this time the happy part

(Don’t leave me lost here forever/I need your starlight and pull me through/Bring me back to you)

Carry Me Home is its eponymous fic.

(Carry me home to the morning light/carry me home before you wave me goodbye/Oh, carry me home…)

And then we get to the new part. Know that stuff in Carry Me Home about “The record skip that only [Keith and Krolia] can remember”? Yeah, Prognosis is a huge step to figuring that out.

(How long is the body beholden?/How long 'til we run out of road?/Deep down in the black of the ocean/Fading from the glow)

The timey-wimey ball gets tossed around more in Blackstar. Partially due to [REDACTED] and a certain terrorist’s reemergence, but also due to Prognosis-related stuff

(They'll let you try/To reverse everything/Don't waste your time/Sing Hallelujah 'cause you can't change anything)

Eon straight-up plays Calvinball with the timey-wimey ball and gets the Paladins stuck in a groundhog-day situation, and the only way out? Isn’t good.

(If time's a song, I won't wait for its reprise/I am done wishing farewells and goodbyes)

The Art of War and Centigrade are the beginning of the end. The Art of War is Cascade finally showing his true colors, and the Sol Federation not having a good time. Centigrade is the other side of it, Team Voltron having a realization of just what they’re going to need to do.

(I can remember all the days of violence/I can remember all the days they fought for rights/When men united all by fear and interest/I mustered them with hopeful promises I've broken)

(What did you hope to find adrift and lost in time?/Is this the end ready to begin?/It's time to escape the fate of destruction, excavating within until salvation/No longer pretend the future's a lie from a past you cannot hide)

The Future is Now and A Theater of Dimensions are. Well. You’ll see. It’s a little hard to pick a lyric from AToD, I'll say that much.

(They said there was no way/But they forgot the black hole in the sky/Yesterday is nothing/I have half a life to rewrite)

(I’ve seen our freedom in the mist of time/The old signs I’ll follow and the day of relief will be yours and mine)

And then there’s Afterlife. Fitting to end on a UtA song, after everything, especially since The Immortal has repeatedly throughout DM been a metaphor for Voltron. Also fitting that it’s this one, considering the parallels between the end of The Immortal’s story and Filaments

(But with such power, think how you could rule/Hold to your promise to watch over those in despair/Why would you choose to serve when you could be master of all?/Be true to your honour and fight for a world that is fair!/Out of shadow, out of darkness, welcome to the light/As the day shines boldly over night/Follow me to finally be who you are inside/Open wide, embrace the afterlife)

#i am dark matter; your road to ruin #long post #at least this time was only an hour and a half?#dm playlists

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years

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summer sizzle | cheater, sammy guevara

[ prompts used ]

Cheating + Risky Sex - no condom + Guilt - there is none + Say My Name + From Behind + heavy emphasis on hands / touching - all prompts come from lists that I’ve had bookmarked/saved for a long time now. I need to link to them and i plan to at some point. Scenario and original character used belong to me.

[ warnings ]

18+ only. All children get outside and play or something... other warnings include asshole cheating boyfriend Hager, mutual cheating, mentions and hints of emotional cheating on the OC’s part, unprotected sex, body fluids, Sammy not being a fuck boy for once. alcohol cw also because the oc is a little tipsy in the beginning.

[ tag squad ]

@kyleoreillysknee

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@writertoo18

@thatnerdwriter

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[ taglist - about - masterlist ]

CHEATER;

I sighed as I glanced down at my cell phone, slipping it off the surface of the bar and into my jacket pocket. My eyes darted around, again finding zero sign of him in the crowd anywhere. The thought of what he was most likely out doing was enough to make me heavily wonder why I bothered sticking around.

It was more than painfully obvious to Hager that I was nothing more than pussy whenever he wanted it. There weren’t any actual feelings between us anymore and whatever remained was just two people beyond terrified of letting go.

,, if he’s out doing it, why not have a few drinks and let your bad side out to play?” the intrusive thought came, even as I tried to brush it out of my head. Bothered by just how hard it was to brush out and ignore this time, I signalled the bartender for another round or three and after downing them all in the span of a minute or two, I wiped my hand over the back of my mouth and turned on my stool, brown eyes darting around the crowded bar.

The bitter laugh came as soon as I heard my cell phone ringing, notifying me to an incoming text. When I pulled out my phone, it was exactly what I figured was going to happen.

Another flimsy excuse from Jake.

→ not gonna make it, darlin.

→ it’s probably gonna be a late one.

I took a deep breath and held my tongue. I think by this point, I’d already decided the fate of our relationship. I was at the point of no return. One hundred percent done. There was literally nothing he could say or do to fix this. Because even if he wasn’t screwing around, which I was at least 85 percent sure that he was -all the signs pointed to it, the fact remained.

He was neglecting me.

And I deserve more, damn it. Better.

Making up my mind, I decided to text back.

← It’s fine, I wasn’t waiting around anyway.

← Went out with some friends who came in tonight. Don’t wait up for me!

And so it began. I called for the bartender and ordered myself a bottle of tequila. Popping the cork, I leaned my back against the edge of the bar and took a big sip, wincing at the burn and just the way it mixed with the lighter shots I’d been doing for about twenty minutes by this point.

I sipped slower after that, eyes roaming the bar as I debated on whether to leave or stick around. I was actually intending to leave when I stumbled right into someone’s chest, tequila sloshing out of the bottle in my hand followed by me, giggling as I tore my eyes off of my phone screen and looked up at the person I’d collided with.

Under the intent and concerned gaze I was getting, I felt… Hot. Bothered. Flustered. I put the cell phone away quickly, the text I’d been writing out to Jake going to a draft. Once I’d done that, I giggled a little. I could feel the alcohol starting to really kick in, making my ears all warm.

I hadn’t really drank like this in a while. Jake tended to get bitchy if I even had one or two without him present. And drinking alone with his friends from work or mine?

Forbidden. Lest I wanted to hear him bitching for hours on end after the fact.

I hadn’t expected to run into anyone else that Jake worked with tonight. Let alone the one guy I found myself sort of staring at quite often. One of his friends, actually.

,,naturally, i thought to myself, it’s the one I’m most drawn to. The one who treats me more like I’m special than my own goddamn man does currently… Is this a sign or something?”

Sammy Guevara towered over me and I gulped as my eyes moved from his down to his lips, where they chose to linger. His brow raised, both knitting together in concern. He tore his eyes away, letting them dart around the crowd.

I could feel the tension in his body in the way his hands splayed over my arms gently, keeping me steady.

“Hager’s not here, mi sol?” Sammy questioned as he glanced around again almost as if he were desperately looking for Jake to pop up at any second. He fixed his gaze back on me, waiting patiently on my answer.

My knees may or may not have turned to jello when he said it. I rolled my eyes and waved a hand dismissively. “Nope.”

“That son of a…” Sammy grumbled to himself, shaking his head. His arm slipped around me and he chuckled quietly when my instinct was to curl myself into his side. The tension was leaving his body a little now, I could feel him relax just a bit. He chuckled again quietly and one look up and into his eyes had me biting my lip. Fidgeting a little bit at his side.

I got the distinct feeling that he knew something I didn’t. Wisely, I chose not to question.

I didn’t want to feel or think. I just wanted to let go.

Be numb.

To finally let free that one last flying fuck I gave about Jake Hager. At the time, it didn’t register with me the magnitude of what I was even doing. But honestly?

Even if it had, I don’t think I’d have chosen to put a stop to it.

“Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do, mi sol.” Sammy was stopping our walk, pulling me against him because a crowd of people made their way through the doors leading into the bar. His hands caught on either side of my face, caressing. His forehead met mine softly and he took a deep breath. “We’re gonna get out of here. Away from the hotel for a little while. You’re okay with that, right, mi sol?”

I nodded without even stopping to spare it a seconds thought.

Sammy didn’t seem determined to think much either, because the next thing I knew, he was scooping me up into his arms, laughing when the heels I’d been wearing fell to the floor of the hotel lobby with a soft thud. He bent to pick them up and I laid my face against the space between his neck and shoulders. “You good, mi sol?”

“Better now.” I practically purred, letting out a dramatic sigh. The scent of his cologne filled my nose, pushing any thoughts or doubts I might have been trying to have directly to the back of my mind where they were promptly buried as deep as I could shove them.

He chuckled again quietly, muttering something to himself that I didn’t quite catch as he pushed open the doors to the hotel lobby, stepping out into the night air. I shivered lightly and he stopped, letting me down onto my own two feet. He shrugged off the jacket he was wearing, draping it around me.

I hugged it against me and he was picking me up again, my legs circling his waist, my face pressed against his. My tongue slipped between my lips in an attempt to lick my lips and brushed against the outline of his mouth, earning me a quiet and needy whimper from him.

He stopped walking and for a second or two that felt like hours passed, we stared at one another, neither of us saying a word.

One of us had to cave in first and honestly, I couldn’t keep fighting the pull. My hand caught in the hair at the back of his head and I pulled his mouth completely against my own, my body molding against his. His hands squeezed my skin and he growled quietly into the kiss, his tongue sliding between my lips, tangling with mine as he muttered breathlessly, “You have no idea how much I want you all to myself, mi sol.”

“Hm?” I muttered back, the kiss breaking as we both pulled away but only a little. Staring at each other wild-eyed as we worked on catching our breath. We’d made it to his car in the parking lot and he sat me on top of the hood, stepping between my legs, leaning into me as his mouth crashed against mine all over again.

My lips parted willingly and I wrapped my legs around his waist, dragging my fingers through his hair. His hand raised, catching hold of the side of my cheek, caressing softly as his forehead found mine all over again.

“Don’t act like you didn’t know it, mi sol.” Sammy took a few shaky breaths as he mumbled the words against my lips, “I couldn’t really hide it too good. I tried…”

And suddenly, the near fist fight that he and Jake almost had before All Out made perfect sense. As did Jake’s constantly bitching about me and Sammy even talking to each other for longer than a second or two when he wasn’t present.

I rubbed against him a little and his fingertips dug into my bare thighs just a bit more, squeezing as he scooped me closer towards him. My fingertips settled on the front of his tee shirt, clutching light. “Oh. Oh.” I breathed against his mouth right as it started to conquer mine all over again and his hand slipped up the short hem of my favorite little black tank dress, moving slow over the drenched insides of my thighs. He gasped and growled quietly, his eyes fluttering open and closed, meeting my intent gaze when they opened.

It was kind of shocking right now, I had so much I’d been tempted to say to him in the not so distant past and now that we were here… in this moment… it all fleeted straight out of my brain. All I knew was that I wanted to give in. I wanted to see if what I’d been feeling, this pull to him was just me, trying to find any excuse to end things with Jake without having to actually say the words and deal with the fallout.

Or if it was something much more.

Because I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t this undercurrent of tension between Sammy and I that I picked right up on. All the little looks and the inside jokes. The one selfie he dragged me into that really pissed Jake off and set the whole almost fist fight into motion.

Parts of me never really read much into it because I assumed that at his core, Sammy Guevara was a fuck boy.

,, Just like Jake.” my mind taunted, but it didn’t stop me from lightly gripping his chin and guiding his mouth right back against mine. Or ghosting my lips down the side of his neck, right over the throbbing pulse there. Or breathing in his cologne and letting another sigh of content fall from my lips as my head fell back and I gave a soft giggle and took a few long deep breaths.

“I don’t do this a lot.” the words passed my lips in a whimper as Sammy’s mouth dragged down the front of my throat, alternating little soft licks with gentle bites. I placed a hand palm down against his chest and looked him directly in the eye, waiting. He bit his lip and nodded, leaning in, gripping my chin and guiding my face close to his all over again. “You really don’t have a clue about me and how serious I am right now, do ya, mi sol?” he whispered into my lips as his crushed against them and locked around my lower one, sucking until I felt the soft ache.

I thought about it… I hadn’t really seen Sammy show much interest in anyone who hit on him or that I’d normally assume that he’d throw himself at since I came on the road with the guys. And Sammy had ditched a sure thing a few nights ago just to make sure I got back to the hotel okay when Jake pulled this shit for the second time in two nights…

What he was hinting at sank in and I swallowed hard, our eyes locking on each other. The hand that had wandered up the bottom of my dress came to a stop palm down against my soaked panties and he growled and rocked me against him as he gave my cunt a squeeze and his teeth caught on my bottom lip, tugging as his tongue slipped right past.

“You wanna get outta here, mi sol?” he purred as the kiss broke and his forehead met mine yet again. He gazed into my eyes and I found myself getting lost in his. It hit me just how easy that was and with a giggle, I nodded. “Please?”

“I got you, baby girl. I know the perfect place.” the flat of his hand pressed against my throbbing pussy all over again and I moaned against the shell of his ear a mildly suggestive “Take me.” while rocking myself against his hand a time or two.

“Careful what you ask for, mi sol. Because if I take you, I’m not giving you back.” he mumbled against my mouth, a quiet groan coming as his hand bore down on my cunt, squeezing a little harder and he felt how wet I was already. “Fuck.”

“What if I don’t want you to?” the teasing tone to my voice had me thrown for a loop for a second or two, but I was too caught up and didn’t care to stop or censor myself anymore.

Jake made his bed, let him lay in that.

I would be lying in Sammy’s bed tonight.

“Fuck. ah!.” I gasped and bit my lip as I felt Sammy’s fingers slip between soaked fabric and brush right up against my folds, pausing to moan quietly, “ Sammy, feels so good.”

“I’m glad, mi sol.” Sammy’s eyes met mine and a smirk formed as he licked his lips. The look in his eyes was soft. Tender. He pulled me against him and muttered quietly against the shell of my ear, “You deserve to feel good, baby girl.”

I shrugged, looping my arms around his neck and leaning into him, my forehead resting right against a firm chest. He raised the hand on my hip and tucked his fingers beneath my chin, making me meet his gaze. “Jake’s a goddamn idiot. I mean that.”

I bit my lip, nodding. Truth is, I wanted to believe all this but I was also looking at things from the perspective of me, knowing everything I know. And knowing that I’m nothing special when it all boils down. At least not to the one person I should be special to. I haven’t been special to Jake in almost two years and I think I knew it all along but I was just too afraid to turn my back and close the door on the past.

,, you’re still too good for settling with Jake fucking Hager and the shit way he treats you.” the thought crept into my mind, lingering. Making what was going on between Sammy and I even more tempting than it already was, as if I needed a reason or an excuse.

“True.” I sighed, blowing at a strand of hair as it fell into my eyes. Sammy’s hand raised, brushing the strands out of my eyes to tuck behind my ear and he cupped my cheek, pulling my mouth against his all over again. Our bodies brushing, rubbing, the feel of muscle against my softness was almost overload for me.

“Lemme get you out of here, mi sol.” His breath was warm against my ear as he muttered the words, his lips latching onto my neck as they danced down the side of it. He was trying to be careful, trying not to leave marks but honestly, I’d already made up my mind.

I wasn’t hiding this from Jake.

I wanted the outcome, the fallout, the shouting match and finally, the end of things between us. I couldn’t take the way things were anymore.

He unlocked the car and scooped me off the hood, putting me into the passenger seat. As he went to shut the door, I gripped his shirt and pulled him in for another kiss. Long fingers danced right up the insides of my thighs all over again and his teeth tugged at my lip, needier as he laughed quietly. “Baby girl… I have to drive. But it’s not really far, okay?”

I nodded, swallowing hard as the kiss broke and pouting a little as his hand pulled out from between my thighs and he hurried around to the driver side of his car. I squirmed in the seat. I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea, but I pulled out my cell phone. I guess parts of me were just… Hoping for a sign either way. Because deep down, I knew what I was about to do didn’t make me any better than Jake.

As I checked my text messages prior to powering my phone down for the night, I got my sign in the lack of an answer and the fact that his last check in somewhere showed that he was actually up in our hotel room. And from the looks of it, he wasn’t alone, either.

Sammy cleared his throat and reached over the console, prying the phone from my hands. When he saw what Jake had just posted, he dragged a hand over the back of his head, going quiet on me for a few minutes.

“Ya know, it really pisses me off. The fact that he’s got you… and pulls this shit.” his jaw set firm and I sighed, reaching for my phone back.

“It’s not a big deal.” I tried to pretend it didn’t bother me even though every part of me was seething. If I hadn’t been 100 percent sure I was going through with tonight and telling Jake about it immediately after the fact, I was now.

It was beyond past time for him to hurt like I hurt. To realize that I pushed everything about myself he wanted changed down and buried it for him but that was not happening anymore.

“He treats you like shit, mi sol. Fuck yes, it’s a big deal. It’s a huge deal.” Sammy was getting fired up. I bit my lip, going quiet. I’d been through enough arguments with Jake. I was half afraid that I’d end up in one with Sammy, but then it hit me.

He was angry on my behalf. Not at me like Jake usually was. There was a difference. I just hadn’t been with anybody else in so long that I’d grown used to it. “What if we..” he trailed off, chuckling to himself. This little smirk that I’ve noticed he tends to get when he’s angry and plotting revenge.

His hand caressed my thigh as we switched from one lane to another and merged with traffic. The lights of town were getting further behind us and more than anything, I was curious.

“No, what. What were you going to say, Sammy?”

“It’s dumb… Unless.” Sammy got that gleam in his eye as he glanced over when we came to a stop at a red light. His hand was squeezing my thigh gently and I bit my lip, squirming as I got even wetter.

“Yeah?” I breathed out the word, my breath catching in my throat as I waited on him to answer.

“We make a post of our own. I mean, if he’s going to put it all out there like he did… Seems fair, yeah?” his thumb rolled over my skin and I whimpered a little, thinking it over. Not that I needed too much encouragement. Just knowing that he had the audacity to check in while he was off doing whomever… And all the other things he’s done to me the past two years.

I couldn’t sit on the hurt and the resentment anymore. And honestly, I wanted all this over with. I didn’t want to have to bother hiding anything from him, either. Because that’s not the kind of person I was.

He must have picked up on my internal struggle because he pulled into a parking lot and killed the engine to the sports car. He was leaning across the console, fingertips caressing my chin, pulling my mouth against his greedily. “We don’t have to if it’s upsetting. I just know that I’m doing somethin’ about the way he’s been treating you. Either way. He is not getting away with it, mi sol. I promise you that.”

“Oh, I want to.” I answered quietly, taking a deep breath, letting my tongue trail the outline of his lips. “Le’s do this.”

That smirk grew just a little and he pulled me partially over the console, his mouth crashing against mine hungrily as his hand roamed back up the bottom of my dress and settled palm flat against my dripping cunt, rubbing and squeezing. His teeth caught my lips, tugging until I could feel them beginning to ache. The heavy breathing and soft panting lingered in the air until it was swallowed by deeper hungry kisses and his hand rubbed against my aching cunt lazily all while he muttered softly spoken words of reassurance against my lips. Telling me that this didn’t have to go far at all and that all I had to do was tell him to stop. All I had to do was even hint that I changed my mind.

“Sammy.” I pulled back, taking a few shaky breaths as I licked swollen lips and rocked myself against his hand. I reached over the console, my hand ghosting over the way his cock strained and twitched at a pair of dark blue jeans.

“Yeah, mi sol?” his voice was huskier and he licked his lips as he met my gaze. As my hand worked over the way he strained at his jeans, his breath caught in his throat and he bit his lip, bucking himself up and against my hand, a quiet growl shattering the air between us.

“I don’t want to stop. I want you. And I wanna put all of this behind me. I don’t wanna think about anything but tonight.” I was leaning in all over again, clumsily trying to cross the barrier of the console between us to sit in his lap. The top of my head whacked the ceiling of the small car and I winced. Sammy winced too, catching hold of my face and pulling my head down, burying his lips and nose in the crown of my hair as he chuckled softly. “You’re okay, right?”

“I’m fine. I barely made contact.” I looked up at him, taking a deep breath, licking my lips and swallowing hard when I saw the way lust burned at deep brown eyes. His hands were resting at either side of my hips now, rocking me back and forth over his lap. He took a few shaky breaths and one more time, he repeated what he’d been asking me for the better part of twenty minutes now.

“You’re sure… about this.. With us.” the question came accompanied by urgent and frantic touching, kissing me until I felt myself starting to get dizzy and almost couldn’t think straight.

“Sammy, I can’t fight this anymore, okay? Please don’t make me. I just want you.”

He smirked even more, gripping hold of my chin with his fingers, tugging my mouth back against his.

He bucked into me from below, practically growing against the deepening kisses, as he breathed against my lips, “I don’t think we’re gonna make it to where I was taking you, mi sol. Want you so fuckin bad right now.” while bucking against me over and over.

I rocked myself right back against him and muttered softly as my lips danced down the side of his neck, I lowered my hand between us, slipping it beneath the hem of his shirt, fingertips dancing a line over his abdomen, just above the waistband of his jeans. I whimpered, almost needy.

Okay, not almost. Beyond needy.

I hadn’t been touched or kissed - even held, like he was touching and kissing and holding me right now in so long that it was a rush. Too much and somehow, not enough at the same time. My fingers caught in the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, letting it settle on the backseat. His mouth dove down, connecting with my neck, his teeth tugging at skin, determined to leave marks all over me.

“What do you say we see Hager’s check in with the side chick and raise him?” Sammy muttered the question lazily against the shell of my ear and I bucked myself against his lap, nearly hitting the steering wheel with my back when he leaned into me, conquering my mouth with another round of needy and biting breathless kisses.

One hand went up the bottom of my dress, shoving it up higher over my thighs and his other hand reached out, fumbling for his cell phone sitting in the cupholder while deepening the kiss and bucking himself into me from below over and over again, his breath coming in soft gasps on the heels of quiet growls that were swallowed up by our desperately clashing mouths.

We pulled away to breathe and Sammy raised the back camera of the phone, moving it until he found an angle that got us both in the picture clearly and hid the fact that by now, my dress was almost up to my hips. I raised a hand, dragging his mouth back against my own and the brightness of the flash filled the semi darkened interior of the small car, making us bump faces as the kiss broke and we pulled away, rubbing our eyes.

I watched while pressed against him as he set the photo up to post on his most active platform and just before he hit post, I grabbed the phone from him. He bit his lip, eyeing me anxiously. “You’re changing your mind, mi sol?”

“On the contrary. You can’t just post this with no context.” I may or may not have been fully caught up in the grips of everything I’d realized thus far. I may or may not have taken his phone and added the caption “When she’s lonely, she comes to me.” beneath the photo.

Because why not rub salt in an already open wound and get it over and done with?

I handed it back and Sammy pulled me into a laughing and tender kiss as he muttered lazily into it, “Mi sol, you’re evil. It’s kind of fucking hot.”

I shrugged and rested a hand at the back of his neck, rocking myself back and forth over the bulge strained at his jeans. His hands slipped up my thighs, fingers hooking beneath the thin strap of my underwear. The silent tear had me whimpering and Sammy licked his lips as he tossed them into the backseat of the car with his shirt. My fingers caught in the button of his jeans and I tugged button free eagerly.

There was no turning back for me now.

I wouldn’t, even if there were. I was done with only being worth 12 percent of someone’s attention. I was done fighting the growing pull I’d been feeling towards Sammy since we met.

Jake Hager?

I didn’t fucking know him anymore.

Next came the zipper to Sammy’s jeans and I teased a little, fingertips lingering on the pull for a second or two. Just long enough for Sammy to groan and give me that pleading look. His hand moved up the inside of my thigh, fingers working me open and a quiet growl shattering the heaviness of anticipation in the air as soon as he worked two fingers into my cunt and realized exactly how wet I already was. “Fuck. Mi sol. Fuck.” he drawled in ragged breaths, squirming out of his jeans and boxers. They settled at his ankles and he fucked into me deeper with his fingers. My head fell back and I rocked against his fingers as fast as I could, desperate for the stop and start, the will they or won’t they that had been heavy around us for so long now to just be over. For Sammy to take me. To make me forget all of it, put it all out of my mind like a bad memory.

Even if only for tonight.

His thumb settled against my clit, pressing down and rubbing and I whimpered, my head falling back as my eyes fluttered. His fingers fucked into me faster, the slippery wet sounds with each thrust made into my cunt making me moan for him just a little louder, the sound echoing through the inside of the car.

“I bet you taste so sweet, mi sol. And next time, baby girl… I’m going to find out.” his tone was almost apologetic as he buried his mouth on a patch of skin just above the neckline of the little dress I was wearing, his teeth digging against my skin, leaving probably the biggest mark behind yet. Just hearing him hint at a next time had my heart fluttering a little.

My orgasm was building faster. The throbbing ache in my pussy was doubling each second and I shattered the quiet sounds of the creaking seat and our heavy breathing and heated kisses when I moaned his name out loud, unable to keep myself from it. This bought a smirk to his mouth.

“Say my name, mi sol. Say it as loud as you want.” it only seemed to encourage him, his fingers twisting and scissoring, thrusting deeper and deeper into my cunt, a growl every single time he felt my insides clench tighter around them. “Fuck.” he bucked himself against me, his cock grazing against my ass and making me whimper and beg.

“Sammy, please.” I whined, rocking myself against his fingers faster, trying to get any form of friction or release I could. I wanted him buried inside me. Now.

“Please what, mi sol?” his fingers slipped out of my cunt and his hand raised, those two sticky wet fingers disappearing between his lips as he groaned and bucked himself against me all over again, waiting on an answer. I whimpered as I watched his fingers slip into his mouth and heard the lewd and quiet groan that came next. Rocking my throbbing cunt against his bare cock, I leaned in, muttering against the shell of his ear quietly, “I want you to fuck me. Make me forget it all.”

He chuckled and his hands slipped down my body, settling on my hips. He raised me up and lowered me down onto his cock, burying himself balls deep inside me. I whimpered and nipped at his neck and shoulder. He reached down, letting the seat back, pushing it further away from the steering wheel.

The way he stretched and filled me was enough to make me gasp and moan, bouncing up and down on his cock as soon as he got the seat settled back. His hands went straight to my tits, gripping and squeezing, pumping into me from below as he groaned and pleaded with me to go faster when I slowed down a little and leaned in, capturing his mouth in a slow and gentle kiss, mostly just to keep myself from going over the edge like I wanted to more than anything.

His hands moved over my body, settling on my ass and he started to slam me up and down on his cock, leaning up, the new angle causing him to strike against my spot and sending a shiver racing through my body. His fingers dug into both sides of my ass and he sank his teeth into the top of my breast as he rose to sit slightly. Our noses bumped and we both laughed. His mouth fixed against mine, teeth catching on my bottom lip and tugging as he muttered a calm “Mental note. Next time ask for the Range Rover. More room.” and made me giggle into the kiss.

“I haven’t fucked in a car in so long I forgot just how complicated it is.” I breathed into his lips as they worked against mine, latching and sucking until I could feel my lips swelling on impact.

One of his hands left my ass and rose to my hair, pulling it free from the way I’d had it fixed earlier, his hand catching in the back of it, tugging my mouth into his even deeper as he continued to pump me up and down on his cock, harder and deeper. Our bodies smacked together frantically, my hips stammering as I felt my orgasm threatening to shatter through and take control.

“It’s kind of hot that at any second, anybody could catch us.” he mused against the shell of my ear as he tugged at my earlobe with his teeth. My body tensed and I moaned louder and louder with each frantic and deep dive into my pussy he made.

“Fuck, mi sol, you’re so fuckin wet, I..” he groaned against my neck as his mouth ghosted over it, “I can hardly stay in. Bet he never made you this wet, huh?”

“Not even close, actually.” I was surprised at myself for admitting it out loud, but now that I had, it really did paint a picture of just how much in my relationship with Jake had been seriously lacking.

“I’m so close. So fucking close.” Sammy grunted against my skin as his thrusts got more erratic and he tried to slow down. I rocked my hips against his thrusts, trying desperately to meet them.

My orgasm shattered through and when he tried to slow down even more, I gripped his chin and pulled his mouth against mine, my tongue slipping past his lips to caress his tongue as I muttered “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare.”

“Wanna feel you, mi sol. C’mon. Give me all of it.” Sammy groaned into the kiss as my pussy vised his cock and he started to pump me up and down on his thick cock with more urgency, the kiss breaking so that he could trail little kisses and lazy kitten licks and love bites against my neck and the tops of my breasts. Places I couldn’t cover.

Not that I was going to bother trying.

My juices soaked his cock and he groaned, his head falling back as his breath caught in his throat. I could feel his cock throbbing and it only made me bounce on his cock faster, desperate to feel him filling me up.

“Sammy, fuck.. C’mon.” I begged and it only made him fuck into me deeper and slower, fucking me through the remainder of my own orgasm and straight into his own, his cock throbbing and emptying inside as my nails dug at his shoulder and into his chest and I left a mark of my own on the side of his neck.

I went limp against him, catching my breath as he continued to slowly fuck into me from below until he just couldn’t anymore and then he was pulling me close, pulling me into a lazy and gentle kiss that I returned happily.

“We should probably get outta here.” he muttered after a few minutes of cuddling me against him and reluctantly, I agreed, reaching into the backseat to grab his tee shirt.

← If you’re with Guevara tonight don’t bother coming back to our room.

← I fucking knew something was going on between you.

← Goddamn it, Ariel, answer the phone. Now!

← I know I haven’t been the best lately, darlin….

← and that girl you saw earlier didn’t mean anything, I swear.

I instantly regretted the decision to power on my phone. Scowling, I rolled over in Sammy’s bed and slipped my legs between his. He reached out, prying the phone from my hands as he pressed a lazy and yawn-filled kiss against my nose. He sat up and I sat up, pressing myself against his back to peer over his shoulder. I watched as he took over and responded to Jake’s frantic and angry texts from the night before.

→ hey, it’s me, ya boy.

→ fuck off. Ariel’s with me, man. As in, with me.

→ ain’t been the best? Are you hearin yourself, you cornbread head ass?

→ i tried to keep my feelings out of this, man. But I’m not anymore.

→ none of them ever mean anything to you Jake. But as far as Ariel is concerned, that’s over.

→ gonna say it louder for you because I know how ignorant you are. She’s mine now.

After he finished, he tossed the phone at the bed and settled back down into it, pulling me partially on top of him as he wrapped his arms back around me.

“You’re not worried about what’s going to happen?” I asked the question, feeling myself tense up because I wasn’t sure how I was going to feel if I didn’t like his answer.

“Honestly, no. Hager’s a bitch. And when I want something, I tend to fight for it, mi sol.” he raised a hand to smooth hair back behind my ear and rose up slightly, his mouth meeting mine again.

I deepened the kiss and yawned lazily, making him chuckle. “I meant everything I said to you last night and to him in the texts just now, okay? Things are gonna be different.”

“I hope so.”

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the dragon prince has... a lot... of writing problems, but the easiest one to spot is probably the exposition the show has.

and it’s hard to succinctly explain why the exposition of the dragon prince so negatively impacts the show, because exposition by itself isn’t bad. the more complex your setting/plot is, the more of it you’ll need--sometimes, the audience needs stuff explained to them. normal.

but there are good ways and bad ways to deliver exposition, and tdp often exposits when it doesn’t really need to. these bits are very short--so they’re hard to spot--but it most often comes up when characters just explain what’s going on in their heads, even though it would be eminently clear with clever editing.

two easy examples that come to mind are a) when callum sees thunder’s corpse and just explains to rayla that he’s conflicted about it (in very uninspired words), and b) when soren explains to callum that the reason he bullied him about being a step-prince was because of his insecurity about his own father.

both were things that were particularly sour to me as a viewer, because a) real people don’t act like everything’s a 24/7 therapy session and b) you could easily use fairly typical cinematic language to convey both these ideas. in callum’s case, you can simply have a shot of him looking up to thunder and juxtaposing that with ezran, maybe even paste a bittersweet smile on his face and have him weakly hold rayla’s hand, whatever. in the second, all you needed to do was have soren apologize with an already-weird apology (”sorry for calling you the step-prince all these years, it was wrong.”) and maybe cut to viren and claudia. when people say “show, don’t tell,” this is the kind of thing they mean.

“it’s for kids.” yeah, kids don’t need this stuff. plus, the demographic that the dragon prince is ostensibly for has presumably grown up on a visual-media-heavy diet, and they understand better than perhaps any other generation the cues of editing.

but another bad piece of exposition is actually the very first scene of the show, where aaravos explains how the elves+dragons ethnically cleansed the humans. the problem with this scene is that i was immediately able to guess the logical course of events by the first two episodes of season 1:

1. humans were persecuted by the elves+dragons for not having magic

2. one guy “invented” dark magic

3. the elves and dragons don’t like that and wanted to exterminate the humans

4. for some reason, they just settled on relocating them instead.

all of this, by the way, turned out to be basically correct. season 3′s cold opener between ziard and sol regem confirms #1, aaravos is implied to be behind #2, and recent writing interviews basically confirm #3 and #4. basically, everything i ever wrote about the elves and dragons was... right?

this one exposition scene contains the entire meat of the conflict between the humans and the elves--and it communicates all this very well. maybe not well enough for some viewers, but i’m a fairly shallow media-consumer, so if it got the point across to me, it did good. so why am i saying that it’s bad exposition?

well, this one’s complicated. the main root of the problem is that the show proper (aside from another flashback in season 3) never addresses it. no character has any opinions on it, except viren, who vaguely references humanity needing to return to its ancestral homeland and wanting humanity to be free from chains. it’s a non-factor to literally everyone else--in three fucking seasons, not one character--not even a side character!--has any direct feelings or opinions re: the historical events that got them there.

And for a series that had “it’s not that simple, there are multiple atrocities from both sides!” in the first few episodes, you’d think that... part of the main conflict of the series... would be to grapple with the history... and move past it... instead of never looking at it, and naively ignoring history with nonspecific platitudes like “we can’t punish people for the crimes of their parents.”

and that last sentence makes sense only if tdp wants to ditch most of its backstory and keep it just between the royal families of katolis and xadia--but that’s not it, either. viren’s motivation has to do more with this history of dark magic and the results of the ethnic cleansing that followed than it does with punishing people for the crimes of their parents! which only works with the zym/ezran parallel and literally nothing else.

so as a viewer, knowing all this from the get go makes this series hard to watch. but i think there’s also a problem with the history being given to us as exposition the characters don’t interact with--and that’s the characters don’t interact with it. like imagine if this information was revealed to us at the same time it was brought up to the characters--it would mean that the audience would also be on a similar journey to the characters, and it would mean that the characters actually have to interact with that history.

like imagine if a human, instead of being a HUR DURR STUPID PEASANT WITH PITCHFORKS!!! actually said something like “the elves and dragons would have exterminated us, you think you can make peace with them?” or something like that, and that was the first hint of what would be going on. or maybe sol regem straight-up tells callum he’s a lesser being instead of that also being shoved into a flashback, maybe be like “ah, you remind me of the first of your kind!!! talk of peace but smells of death!!!” once he realizes callum has practiced dark magic before or... something!! then the show could actually grapple with what history means to the present instead of awkwardly handwaving it.

the fact that the history is more-or-less unimportant to the main characters also means that the setting and worldbuilding become less interesting and less relevant. aaravos, the Big Mystery Guy i’m supposed to care about, means jack shit to everybody except viren. and khessa, but she was racist and she died and she actually doesn’t matter. all the “ultimate villain” of the show has is... people being thirsty for him... and people who like making headcanons about him, which just isn’t really compelling plotting or writing.

anywas, imma end this tangent before it gets truly out of control. the more i think about it, the more i realize that front-loading such important aspects of tdp’s lore into the front was a mistake that let the writers be lazy with it and really... just throw most of the plot’s potential in the garbage. on a smaller level as well, the tendency to explain shit to the audience that doesn’t need to be explained kind of rips away the advantage of having a visual medium.

#tdp #the dragon prince #me.txt #begone thought

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arcadialedger · 4 years

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Your Soul is My Treasure — a Rayllum One- Shot

Set in my vision of season 4, Callum discovers a spell to get Runaan and Rayla’s parents out of the coins. However, Callum doesn’t get the warm parental welcome he was hoping.

“Callum-- are you sure this is going to work?”

Rayla’s words lodged a dagger in his heart, because he wasn’t. From the moment that he and Ibis had found the fallen bag of coins on the floor of the Storm Spire, Callum had tried tirelessly to find a spell to reverse Viren’s horrific incantation.

But he didn’t want to get his hopes up, and he could tell that Rayla had been hesitant to herself. Still, he owed it to her to try. Callum knew all too well what it was to lose a parent.

“I don’t know, Rayla,” he admitted, unable to look her in the eye, “The spell was cast with dark magic, and it might require dark magic to reverse it.”

Rayla gave his hand a squeeze, and gently turned his face to look at her own. Her light, lilac eyes were filled with both hope and sympathy.

“Listen to me, Callum,” she said sternly, “I will not be angry if the spell doesn’t work. You understand? And we will not even consider the alternative. I do not want you risking your life with dark magic for me again.”

Callum smiled, and laced his fingers through hers. He had only a few months training. He was just a boy. Something about Rayla’s presence, however, always managed to make him feel as though he could do anything.

“Ready to try?” Rayla asked.

Callum nodded, and Rayla released her hand. With a deep breath, Callum stepped forward and outstretched his hand, and from his fingertip drew an intricate rune of delicate swirls. Rayla let out a light gasp, entranced by the beauty of the rune. She had never understood how Callum could so effortlessly draw something so graceful, so elaborate.

Callum closed his eyes— as he always did when he tried to connect to the arcanum— and incanted.

“Your soul is my treasure. Absolvisti te ipsum.” A gentle wind blew into the corridor, and Callum repeated the words.

“Your soul is my treasure. Absolvisti te ipsum,” he shouted, his tone more forceful and determined this time.

The wind began to increase- now swirling in a giant spiral around the perimeter of the corridor. With his arm outstretched, and his scarf blowing behind him, Rayla couldn’t helped but be awed by how powerful Callum looked. In only months time, he had come so far.

“Come on— work!” Callum cried out in frustration, “Absolvisti te ipsum. Absolvisti te ipsum!”

Rayla watched as all of the color drained from Callum’s face, and suddenly all of the hope in her heart turned to worry.

He was pushing himself too far.

“Callum— stop!” she yelled, but Callum could not seem to hear her. Instinctively, she went to run towards him. She made it not a step before a gust of wind caught her and blew her backwards onto the cold, stone floor.

“NO!” she screamed, her eyes now wet with the sting of tears. She got up to her knees, as Callum shouted the spell one last time.

“ABSOLVISTI TE ISPSUM!”

The coins on the ground before Callum began to glow, and the entire corridor burst with a blinding light.

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Rayla awoke to three shadows standing over her.

Her vision focused slowly— the outline of three tall figures turning to color, and then clarity, and then…

By the moon…

“Mum? Dad? Runaan?” she choked, as she slowly pulled herself back up to her feet.

“Rayla,” Tiadrin cried, and only then was Rayla able to believe it was real. Unable to hold back her sobs, Rayla engulfed her parents in a hug.

“He did it,” she remarked in disbelief, “He actually—“

With a jolt, of realization, Rayla pulled herself out of her parents embrace.

Callum. Where was Callum?

Ignoring her parents, and Runaan’s inquisitive looks, Rayla raced past them.

A few feet in front of the coins— which now lay dull and empty on the stone— Callum laid crumpled on the floor.

“No, no, no, CALLUM!” Rayla cried. Unconcerned about her parents watching, she ran and dropped to her knees beside him. When she grasped his hand, it was cold, and clammy.

Tears began to roll down her cheeks, and she clasped his hand tighter, “You have to stay with me, Callum.”

Rayla rubbed her hands together, and placed them tenderly against his forehead. He was so cold…

“You know I couldn’t bear losing you, you big dummy,” she whispered, “You have to stay with me.”

Slowly, Rayla bent down to give him a kiss on his forehead.

Then his green eyes shot open, and he sat upward with a start.

“Rayla?” he croaked, his mouth curl into a stupid grin which she wanted to kiss a million times over, “Did it work?”

Rayla let out a sob of elatement, and tackled him in a big hug.

“You always wake up at the worst time,” she laugh, her tears dripping down onto his jacket shoulder, “Don’t scare me like that.”

Callum laughed, and hugged her tightly back, before kissing her gently on the forehead, “I’m sorry I scared you. I’m okay now.”

“Rayla,” a called said from behind her— Lain— “What is going on? Why are you with this… human?”

Callum looked at Rayla, eyes wide.

“It worked,” she says quietly, a smile spreading across her lips, “You did it.”

Callum’s eyed widened to a beam— his happiness for her happiness so pure and clear.

With one quick squeeze of Rayla’s hand, Callum stood up to look at Tiadrin, Lain, and Runaan.

“Hello,” Callum announced, as he raised his hand to a dorkish wave, “I’m Callum, the, er, human. Nice to meet y—“

Before Callum could finish his sentence, Runaan lunged forward in a blur of motion. Callum found himself pressed up against the stone wall, his lifted up so he was eye to eye with Runaan. The cold steel of Runaan’s blade pressed his throat.

“Runaan, don’t!” Rayla yelped, “Don’t hurt him!”

“He’s the crown prince!” Runaan snarled, “Why shouldn’t I?”

“Because he’s my friend,” Rayla explained, thinking back to her conversation with Sol Regem, “Runaan, he and King Ezran helped return Zym to his mother. They’re good! Runaan, Callum risked everything to save you and my parents. For me.”

Runaan’s eyes dawned with realization. Slowly, his grip of Callum loosened as he let him gently back onto the floor.

“He did dark magic,” Tiadrin remarked, her eyes narrowed with skepticism, “To release us. He’s a human!”

“I practice primal magic,” Callum clarified, his voice raspy from Runaan’s hold on his throat, “the sky primal, specifically, although Rayla has been teaching me some moon magic as well.”

“That’s… impossible,” Tiadrin gasped, “A human can’t learn a primal!”

“It’s not impossible. Callum’s just the first” Rayla explained.

“You look just how I remember from when I casted historia viventum,” Callum remarked, as he looked at Tiadrin and Lain, “You look so much like your mother, Rayla!”

“Rayla,” I will not ask again, sneered Lain, his eyes cast at Callum in disgust, “We are gone for years, and we wake to find you with a filthy, disgusting human. They hate us, Rayla!”

Rayla’s brows furrow in anger,

“How dare you, dad? How dare you insult Callum after he saved you. Everything we knew about humans is wrong, father. Yes, some are bad, but no more than us. Callum and the people of Katolis put aside the prejudices they learned about us when he met me— can you please do the same? Callum is not a filthy human, dad. He’s smart, brave, talented, funny, caring, and meeting him has been the best thing that ever happened to me. So please, give him a chance because I love him and I know you can grow to love him too.”

Out of breathe by the end of her passionate speech, Rayla gasped, as the full reality of everything she just said truly processed. Lain and Tiadrin stared at her in shocked silence.

“It’s true,” Callum added, “Elves and humans— we don’t have to hate each other. Things are changing.”

Tiadrin and Lain slowly turned to each other. After a moment of silence conversation and a nod, they stepped forward to their daughter.

“My Rayla,” remarked Tiadrin, “You have grown a lot. Haven’t you?”

Rayla’s heart sobbed with relief, and she nodded.

“Yes, I have,” she agreed.

“And you were never one to follow convention,” Lain adds, “You couldn’t have just found a nice Moonshadow boy and joined the Dragonguard together, could you?”

“I was banished,” Rayla stated flatly, to which Runaan lowered his head in shame, “This is my home now. Callum, Ezran, and Zym— they’re my home now.”

Callum, who had quietly walked up to stand beside Rayla, put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“We visited Ethari,” he mentioned. Runaan’s downcast eyes moved upward to meet Callum’s at the sound of his husband’s name, “He misses you, Runaan. He… he thinks you’re dead.”

“My flower,” realized Runaan, “When Viren cast his spell, it…”

Rayla nodded, “It sank. Mine was the only one left.”

Callum could see the glimmer of tears in Runaan’s eyes. Stoic as ever, however, the elf held them back.

“Runaan, he’s going to be so happy to see you again,” Callum insisted, and “And I’m so happy to meet you, Tiadrin and Lain. Your daughter is the most incredible person I’ve ever met. I can already see how much you she has in her.”

Lain gulped, and turned to speak to Rayla.

“You understand, Rayla, that this is going to take some… getting used to,” he stated.

“I understand,” Rayla assured, “It’s just… I have my old family back, and Callum has lost all of his parents— his father, his mother, and his step father.”

Runaan flinched, yet Rayla continued, “But we’re all here now, and I was hoping we could form a new one. Together.”

Tiadrin smiled, and took Lain’s hand in her own.

“We should all get some rest, and talk more in the morning. We’ve much to discuss.”

“You may rest,” declared Runaan, “I am leaving for the Silvergrove. My husband has waited long enough for me.”

“And you,” said Rayla, as she turned to Callum. Sensing that Rayla wanted to address him privately, Tiadrin and Lain walked off to find a place to sleep. “Should also get some rest. You’re still cold, and pale.”

“Maybe I could do mage wings?” Callum thought out loud, “The feathers could help.”

“No. No more magic for you today,” Rayla decided, “I’ll make you a fire. And here— take my cloak.”

Rayla unclasped the long, green cloak she had taken to wearing at the Storm Spire due to the cold temperatures, and draped it over Callum’s shoulders.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” she said softly, “I almost lost you again.”

Callum gazed downward, “I know. I just— I could feel that I was so close. And my parents are gone for good, so I thought, if I could do this for you, this one thing, it would be worth it. And…”

Rayla’s brow arched quizzically, “And what.”

“Did you really mean everything you said back there?” Callum asked, “I mean, what you said to your parents. About me.”

Rayla rolled her eyes in amusement, and slung her arm over Callum’s shoulder.

“Of course I did, you dummy. Don’t you know that your soul is my treasure?”

#the dragon prince #dragon prince #tdp #netflix #netflix series #callum #rayla #rayllum #rayla x callum #callum x rayla #rayllum one- shot #rayllum one shot

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rex101111 · 4 years

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Baiken Video Game Idea:

alright, a while back I shared this idea I had with my friend @mystech-master about a Baiken game. After a little back and forth he helped me develop it into something a bit more concrete and I thought I might as well share it with you guys cause God knows there’s a fat chance of me ever getting into game design XD so here’s a scatter shot post about what we came up with:

* The game would be a flash back to tell Baiken’s origin story, using the theory that she’s a survivor of the original Gear attack on Japan.. From her stumbling through dirty streets with a rusty knife to just after the end of the first game with all of her demon tools in a battle with Justice.

* It would start with Baiken in current time (or at least post Xrd Rev2) in the Japanese colony waking up with a hangover. Anji is there (because of course he is) and helps her stumble through the morning. He offers her a spar to start the morning right, which would be the basic movement/attack tutorial.

* Baiken and Anji have a brief talk, during which the topic of Baiken’s past comes up. After a bit of back and forth Anji convinces her to tell her story to him, since she never really told anyone else before and getting it off her chest would be good for her.

* Every two or three levels there’s a time skip, Anji filling in the gaps about the world at large at the time since Baiken was rather single minded during her hunt for revenge. Common enemies would be a combo of bandits (a target for her since she’s a bounty hunter) and smaller Gears. Bosses would mostly be larger Gears, with the occasional really tough human enemy to add some variety.

* It would also explain where Baiken got her various sub weapons. She got each from a bounty hunter she met in her travels, each of whom dies after Baiken gets to know them either through the job or old age. Baiken takes each weapon from the dead hunters and has an aging blacksmith and his son fix them for her, as well as fix up/upgrade her sword.

* a bit technical but the controls would generally be like the fighting game, sort of. There’s a heavy and light attack, plus a button for the demon tools, with the ability to switch between up to three different tools at a time. For example; using the claw to drag opponents in and then switch to the canon to blow them sky high. She would be able to counter like in Xrd. And her super moves. Her Instant Kill is only used to finish off bosses.

* Between levels there would be scenes of Baiken and Anji just going about their day as she tells the story, time passing as the game goes on. It starts in the morning, while the final level happens while they’re getting ready to turn in for the night.

* One level would be Baiken’s “lowest point.” Rather late into the game, as she’s beginning to develop her cynical, slightly blood thirsty personality that we saw in the first game. Exhausted, ambushed by a bunch of bandits, her one arm broken and out of options. She snaps. The level is a haze, cutting between gameplay of Baiken holding a sword in her teeth and wrecking shop and the screen getting covered in blood while Baiken narrates how she “barely remembers what happened next.” The level ends with Baiken standing in the middle of a bloody battlefield, dragging herself away to get some medical attention. And a new sword.

* The last level would start with her going to the blacksmith’s son (now old himself) to get one last upgrade to her arsenal, a sword strong enough to kill any Gear, maybe even Justice. The blacksmith passes away as soon as he gives her the sword, and Baiken is once more alone in the world.

* Boss ideas include: A huge muliti-headed snake Gear, a few other yokai inspired Gear, a humanoid Samurai Gear for the prerequisite mirror boss, and so on. The last boss would be Justice. Sort of. You can fight a long time against the Gear, maybe even get her health down to half, but Baiken can’t win. One last attack from Justice blows Baiken throw a wall, and by the time she wakes up, Sol had already won. Depending on the difficulty there’s one extra fight against Sol you can potentially win for an alternate ending. Cut to Baiken scratching her chin with a smile and Anji pointing out “but that’s not what happen-” “I KNOW IT’S NOT LET ME DREAM”. Otherwise it’s just a more detailed version of Sol’s arcade ending from the GG1. With Bonus Anji watching from the shadows.

Bonus stuff!:

Beating the game on the highest difficulty unlocks Baiken’s “lowest point” where her arm was broken and she has to wield her sword between her teeth as playable. It lowers both defense and attack and health but makes you much quicker with better I-frames on a dodge. Beating the whole game like that unlocks one extra reward; Hakuman’s sword from Blazblue, which kills every enemy in one hit. Baiken says it looks like an oversized pipe.

Potential meeting with other character in the past: Ky as a young officer in the holy order trying to get Baiken to abandon her bloody path and join him in the crusades (with a long speech, which you can interrupt with a punch in the nose), a brief meeting with Slayer where he challenges Baiken to a fight (he’s in disguise and isn’t taking it seriously, but he just can’t help himself)

Beating the game once unlocks extra bosses you can fight in the “present.” Such as a serious fight against Anji, a serious fight against Slayer, a fight you can actually win against Justice, a mirror match against a CPU controlled Baiken, a tough as hell I-No (because why not), and the toughest fight in the game, the bonus mega boss; Dizzy. With lasers and fire and ice oh dear.

And that’s all the nonsense I could remember XD plus a little extra that I thought of since then, if anyone wants to use this to build a game (since we all have so much time on our hands lol) feel free to use this its just me shooting my mouth off cause i’m bored :p

if anyone feels like they have something to add, feel free!

#Guilty Gear #Baiken #GG game idea #...Guilty Gear The Lonely Blade? eh sure

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skyholding · 4 years

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FFXIV A’onisya One-Shot // She Lit a Fire

So it’s been... a minute. But I had some free time on my hands recently and wanted to finish this short (with the intent to keep going). Picking up from where we last saw A’onisya, this is the beginning of her friendship/relationship with @naihtan-jinjahl, a story I’ve wanted to write for a long time! Please enjoy!

I have been trying to find her want to give what I got She lit a fire, but now she's in my every thought

Song: She Lit A Fire by Lord Huron

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"Enjoying the view?"

A'on jumped, nearly tumbling backward off the stone wall she’d been sitting on until a light shove from behind pushed her forward. Balance regained, A'on turned more fully towards the perpetrator, a Keeper miqo'te around her own age and also a member of the Ataraxia free company. “Aiko--!”

"Guilty as charged," Aiko Gakunin said, sweeping into a bow so low that her ears nearly graced the ground.

A'on's freckles blended into the blush across her face. "I-I'm just watching them train," she muttered.

"For the third time this week?" Aiko's grin widened when A'on's blush deepened. She peered over A'on's shoulder at the two figures sparring with the striking dummy in the XIA yard.

"You can always just talk to him, y'know."

"T-talk, to...?"

"My cousin."

"Ooh, I don't know," A'on stammered. "I wouldn't want to--Naih'tan's always busy training, and he's really serious about it, I'm sure he has better things to - " She stopped short as two impossibly large seafoam green eyes filled her vision.

"A'on." Aiko set her hands on A'on's shoulders. "Listen. My cousin is the. Biggest. Nerd. In. Eorzea."

"Wait… seriously?" A'on burst out laughing, causing Colson and Naih'tan to glance over from their training. Aiko waved wildly back. Naih'tan returned a small smile, pausing to watch them a moment before the roegadyn called his attention back.

Aiko leaned in so her lips were almost touching A'on's ear. "Seriously," she whispered. She gave an exaggerated wink, leapt lightly over the wall, and disappeared out of sight into the free company house.

***

"Everything all right, cousin?"

Naih'tan was sure he levitated off the floor as he nearly dropped his freshly steeped tea. "Aiko! Why are you always so sneaky? Have you been training with Tavarius?" he demanded. Aiko, smirking, curled her way out of the shadows of the library stacks.

"What's the point of training if I'm not the one lucky enough to have cute girls watching me?" she mused, flopping down in the seat across from Naih'tan.

"What?"

"Nothing, never mind." Aiko rifled through the stacks of notes Naih'tan had arranged on the desk with disinterest and ignored his continued glare.

"While you're putting my papers into complete disarray, mind telling me what you've done with my book?"

"Book? What book?"

"I was gone five minutes to make tea. I return and the book I was currently preoccupied with has vanished. Miraculously, I find my dear cousin in the very room said book lay, innocent and unwitting. Surely this dear cousin of mine witnessed the book pick itself up and walk off, and would like to tell me where it's got to."

Aiko winked. "You'd be right." She pointed over Naih'tan's shoulder. He turned, and found himself looking directly at an open window in the corner of the library. There, poised neatly on the narrow ledge, was a topaz carbuncle, with a familiar tome clutched in its mouth.

"Nugget!" Naih'tan roared, striding to the window. The carbuncle allowed him two steps before it spun and leaped outside, leaving only gold sparkles in its wake on the windowsill. "Library books are not to be removed from free company premises, you thief!” Nah’tan yelled uselessly.

"I don't think shouting is typically allowed, either," Aiko commented, but Naih’tan was already out the door. He caught only her laughter echoing behind him as he bolted after the summon.

***

The day was perfect for training, really, with a fresh almost dreamlike air warmed by the late morning sun. But Colson and Naih'tan weren't sparring by the training dummy, so A'onisya had instead settled on another perfect activity for such a spring day - a bit of an adventure.

From the top of Gullperch Tower, the blue of the water and sky stretched so far that they embraced one another at the far-out horizon. She was so high that even the waves were silent; the only sounds were the occasional cry of a seagull and the gentle ocean breeze on her ears. A'onisya had walked past Gullperch many times, but the presence of Maelstrom officers usually shooed her away. Today, however, was her chance - for today, Gullperch Tower stood oddly empty on the edge of Bloodshore beach.

An endless amount of stairs that stretched as far as the horizon later, and - "We sure lucked out, eh? Well worth the climb, yeah?" A'on had gasped to her carbuncle when they finally reached the top. She leaned back against the warm white stone, staring out at that endless blue, admiring the view, and must have dozed off... She awoke with a start and stood with a yawn. Shielding her eyes, she peered up at the sun. Peaking just past noon. Should be heading back soon, I s'pose.

"Y'know, Nugget, I dunno what Aiko was implying the other day," she thought aloud, stretching her arms upward. "She had that same look in her eyes Jewel has sometimes when he wants to cause trouble, you know, buddy?" Hearing no response from her carbuncle, A'on craned her head around to see if he was asleep. Nowhere in sight. She jogged a lap around the top of the tower, but he was gone. "Nugget?" she called down the stairwell, but received no answer except her own voice echoing back to her. "Nu - !"

"Nugget!"

A'onisya stopped for a moment, confused. "Wait, that wasn't me, was it?" Cupping her hands to her mouth, she yelled once more, "Nuggeeeettttt - oh! Hello." A flash of gold turned the corner, and her topaz carbuncle reappeared, its three tails wriggling with delight. "Where in Azeyma's name did you run off to?" A'onisya demanded. "And what's that you've got in your mouth, you little thief?"

As she knelt to take the tome from Nugget's mouth, she heard that second voice again. "A'onisya! Where are you?"

"Uuh - up here?" A'on replied, looking this way and that for the speaker. Finally, after running around the tower, she saw a familiar miqo'te far, far below her, looking wildly this way and that at the foot of the tower. "Oh - Naih'tan! Hello! We're up here!" She waved until he looked up.

"A'onisya?! What in Eorzea are you doing up there?"

"Just - you know - having a look around!" A'onisya called. "Were you looking for Nugget?"

"Yes! One moment, please, I shall be there posthaste." Ten minutes later, A'on was wondering if she shouldn't start her way down the steps in case Naih'tan had collapsed halfway, but finally he staggered up the last flight and sat in a heap on the stone floor. "That is - quite - quite a few - stairs," he managed.

"Need some water?" A'on asked, offering Naih'tan her jug. As he gulped between gasps, she said, "View's well worth it, though. I always wanted to come up here!"

"I must admit, I had never really - considered it, myself," he replied. He returned her now-empty flask and grasped her outstretched hand, standing with a grunt. "I'm rather embarrassed to say I've actually never ventured to the coast up this way - not until Nugget there led me on a wild chase."

"Never?!" A'on gaped. She pulled him towards the side of the tower and gestured outward. "But Costa del Sol is beautiful! There's no place in the world with a bluer sky, I'd wager!"

"It is a lovely view," Naih'tan agreed. He had to keep himself looking firmly towards the horizon, as his vision swam if he looked down. He found himself focusing on the touch of her hand in his, as her grip was a steadying comfort. "I just never thought to come up here by myself, I suppose. I'm... glad I finally did." If A'onisya noticed Naih'tan clutching her hand, she said nothing. They stood for a long moment in silence, admiring the sparkling water and cloudless sky. Finally Naih'tan burst out "oh but you're probably - " while A'on said "I'm assuming you're just here because Nugget - "

They stopped simultaneously, then laughed.

"Sorry, go ahead," A'onisya giggled.

"No, no, my apologies. I shouldn't take more of your time," Naih'tan said. Realizing he was still holding her hand, he pulled back quickly and stepped away from the edge. "I was in the library studying when Nugget made off with one of my books, and I simply came to retrieve it from the - "

" - little thief," A'on finished, rolling her eyes. "I'm sorry about that. I've no idea what possessed him to run off and cause trouble." She knelt down and beckoned to the topaz carbuncle, who happily waddled forward and dropped his prize into her outstretched hands. "Maybe Jewel is rubbing off on him." She stood and held out the tome to Naih'tan, but as his hand closed around the binding, she suddenly snatched it back. Her eyes scanned the runes and illustrations across the pages.

"Wait a sec! I recognize this. It's Transmuting and Transfiguring. Guildmaster Thubyrgeim assigned this to me not long ago," she exclaimed.

Her eyes were wide as she peered over its pages to look at Naih'tan. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Naih'tan, have you - "

"A'on, please, I promise it's not - "

" - been watching me - "

" - it's nothing untoward, I swear - "

" - study and now you - "

" - the book looked quite intrig - "

" - want to become an arcanist?!"

Naih'tan stammered, "I, ah - that is to say, well - I mean, I have perhaps taken - an interest in the field - "

"Really?" A'on moved closer so now only the book, clutched in her hands, separated them.

Naih'tan swallowed and chuckled, eyes darting everywhere but her. "That, that is to say - "

"Cause I could totally introduce you to the guildmaster! She'd be delighted to have another arcanist. You've such a knack for studying, I bet you'd catch up to me in no time. Then we could even train together!"

"A'on, I - " Naih'tan paused. "I have a knack for studying?"

"I see the piles of books you leave in the library," A'on said. "They're all huge, and I don't recognize even half the symbols on the covers. So you've got more've a knack than I do, at least."

"You've been studying the arcane for awhile now, though, right? I'm certain you could read those books if you wanted," he replied.

"Yeah, if I had a hundred years!" A'on groaned, leaning on the stone rail to peer down at the beach. "You can probably polish off ten of your tomes in the time it takes me to read one of these." She tapped her finger on the cover of Transmuting and Transfiguring.

Naih'tan shrugged. "Personally, I find the fact that you are working your way through through your arcane stuides despite not having a scholarly background far more impressive," he said.

"Not that I always get very far," A'on lamented. "I kinda... stopped halfway through Transmuting. I just couldn't follow it. I know the guildmaster will be disappointed, but what's the point of reading what I don't understand? Sometimes I can work through those blocks, and sometimes..." She sighed.

"If you'd like, I felt I was getting a fairly good grasp on it, myself. Perhaps I could be of assistance?" Naih'tan had asked the question before he realized what he was saying. He bit his cheek, cursing his thoughtless tongue - first he complimented her studies, only to then insult her with needing help! If she was offended, he admonished himself, she certainly had every right to -

"You'd do that?" A'on's voice was soft, but cut through Naih'tan's swirling thoughts like a shock. "I couldn't possibly ask you! To have that on your plate along with your own studies, and all your training - "

"It's no trouble at all," he blurted out. "Why, it - it would be my pleasure! To spend time with - that is, to help you advance, I mean - not that you are not fully capable on your own accord, of course, but - if I could be of some help - perhaps it might - it might be nice, I think?"

A'on allowed Naih'tan to finish his rambling before her smile burst into a full-on grin. "Yeah, I think that sounds great!" she exclaimed. "When d'you wanna start?"

Naih'tan squinted up at the sky. It was early yet, and the air was still clean and fresh. As a gentle breeze rolled up from the ocean, he realized how much more pleasant it was sitting in a tower that felt yalms away from the world than in the increasingly stuffy library. "We could begin now, if you'd like," he said.

Nugget curled up in a corner of the tower, tucking its paws neatly beneath it. A'on sat so she was leaning against its fluff, and motioned to Naih'tan. He hesitated, but she was already opening the book eagerly; Nugget stretched out its tails in an open invitation. Its dark eyes watching him intently, a comically stern contrast to A'on's eager expression. Naih'tan laughed in acquiescence, and curled up against the carbuncle so he and A'on were shoulder-to-shoulder, hunched over the very beginning of chapter one.

Afternoon turned to evening, and it wasn't until their stomachs rumbled hungrily and the sun had slanted well past the top of the tower that they realized how late the hour had become. They had just started to gather their things when a voice made them both jump. "Ho - you there! What're you two kits doin' up here, eh?!" A gruff midlander wearing the distinct red of the Maelstrom had come up the steps, his face as shocked as theirs.

"Quick - make a break for it!" A'on screeched, and they raced down the steps before the officer could yell after them. They ran down the dirt road, Nugget lagging only several feet behind, until they finally burst through the front gates of the Mist. Seeing the Maelstrom officer at the entrance was enough to set them off again, and they collapsed in an undignified laughing heap until they finally caught their breath. As they stumbled their way down to the Ataraxia free company house, they were watched by a young Keeper miqo'te with seafoam eyes at the beach. She smiled, hearing their excited chatting on the wind, before running up the steps to meet them for dinner.

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fereality-indy · 5 years

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The Kids Are All Right Ch3 Revelations

“Ok, so you’re saying this show is a sequel to one from when your parents were kids that may or may not be an alternate reality.” Melody asked after she brought some drinks and chips into the Shack’s TV room hoping to help calm down Debbie.

“Yeah, Mrs. Ramirez. Mewni was apparently one of the dimensions that Great Grunkle Ford passed through while he was gone. And Mom and Dad know stuff about this show that some of the most obsessive fans don’t even know about.” Debbie said as she her friends watched Nova and Connor at their respective houses, both fretting over a school dance. Connor was being told by Jack that He should just ask Nova to go and Nova was being teased by her brother Sol that she should ask Connor to go before Missy does. “There’s even a Jason and Linda Conifer that shows up once in awhile. Though they only have one child, a boy named Tyrone. And he looks nothing like Ran.”

Mentioning the son of a possible alternate version of her parents reminded Debbie that her parents were out looking for her brother. They’ve been gone now for, she looked at her phone, ok only fifteen minutes but it felt like forever. They’ll call if they find him right.

“Of course they will honey,” Melody said as she saw that Debbie didn’t realize she had said that last one out loud. Too much like her father there.

Outside

“What do you mean sir?” Meaghan asked from Antonio’s arms as she saw Ran’s mother tighten her grip on the weapon she had readied.

Ran jumped in between his parents and Meaghan. "Whoa, Mom. Dad. Calm down, what’s going on with you two?”

“She may be dangerous Ran, come to us.” Wendy said motioning her son to come to her side.

“Sorry mom, but she needs help and I promised to help her. I told her we would help her.” Ran said staying put.

“Step away Ran, she’s not what she seems.” Dipper said as he tried to aim his taser for a better shot at the girl.

“Not gonna happen, dad.” Ran said as he kept himself between the taser and Meaghan. “She needs help and I promised her that I would do just that. So what if she is different, so’s Harry and MB. But that doesn’t matter. She trusts me to help her, so now I need you two to trust me.”

At the mention of trust, Dipper flashed back to his own childhood and how he learned despite initially being told to ‘trust no one’ that he had to trust family and friends. He tried to instill that in his own kids and he would be a hypocrite if he didn’t trust in his son now.

He lowered his taser and motioned for Wendy to stand down. “Alright Ran, we’ll trust your judgement for now.”

“Thank you dad, you won’t regret it.” Ran said as he ran over and hugged his dad after he had put away the taser.

“Well I still have a question about that whole marriage deal,” Wendy added as she joined in on the hug.

“Oh, it is simple. Where I come from there are many stories of our people being tricked into marriages by your kind.” Meaghan replied from where Antonio was still holding her.

"Dood, that’s messed up. Forced marriages are illegal.” Antonio said as he started heading towards the Shack now that things had de-escalated. “Where exactly do you come from that you are hearing this type of information?”

“That’s barbaric.” Wendy agreed as the rest of the group joined up with them.

“Well I personally haven’t heard of any stories happening in my lifetime, but there are many legends of it happening in the past.” Meaghan answered in a way. “But as I said, Ran would hear nothing of it.”

“Of course he wouldn’t, the lil Dood is a great guy. And besides that, he’s too young to get married anyways.” Antonio said as they finally cleared the woods and made it to the grass pasture. “If you want I can let you down to walk or I can still carry you up to the Shack, it’s up to you. It sucks that whoever stole your clothes took your shoes also.”

“Well I have no problems walking barefoot in grass,” Said to the gentle giant who was carrying her.

As soon as he let her down Ran was at her side. “I’m pretty sure Uncle Soos has some sandals or something in the Shack that you can have. I’ll pay for them if need be.”

“When has my dad ever charged you guys for anything.” Antonio said with a playful slug to Ran’s shoulder.

“I know, but I didn’t want to assume anything.” Ran replied as he rubbed his shoulder, not noticing the look of concern from Meaghan. But it wasn’t missed by his mother.

“Yeah, cause when you assume something, you make an…” Antonio replied before Wendy stopped him.

“Stop right there. It’s bad enough that Stan taught you kids that, you don’t need to repeat it. No matter how good of advice it is.” She said shaking her head as they made it to the grounds just outside the Shack.

Dipper had been quiet and observing things during the entire walk back to the Shack. And now the test to see if his son was right to trust the ‘girl’, the barrier around the Shack will prove if she has any harmful intentions. As they passed through the perimeter of the barrier, he released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. The ‘girl’ seems to be fine for now.

Meanwhile Across Town

“Thanks for watching our little Genie for us, Stacey.” Pacifica Northwest-Pines said as her daughter ran up and hugged her.

“Oh, it was no problem, Mrs. NP. She was an angel as always.” Stacey said as she made it to the mother and daughter.

“That sounds like my girl,” Mabel Northwest-Pines said as she came out of the kitchen with a bag of popcorn.

Leaving Pacifica’s embrace, Genie made a bee line for her other mother. Mabel held out her arms only for Genie to snag the bag of popcorn instead.

“Yep, that’s my baby girl.” Mabel said as Genie popped some popcorn in her mouth before finally hugging for her.

“So Stacey, do you have any plans for the evening?” Pacifica asked as she joined her family. She then leaned over and gave her wife a kiss.

“Well mom and I are supposed to be having dinner with the other half of the Pines family, you know their bi-weekly get together, where me and the kids watch a movie while they go ‘play cards’ afterwards.” Stacey replied with air quotes, a habit she had picked up from her ‘Uncle Soos’.

“What’s with the air quotes?” Mabel asked genuinely perplexed.

Stacey gave a questioning look towards Genie before a nod from Pacifica got her to answer, “Well every one has heard the rumors. How when they’re out together the three of them are inseparable. I mean, I get asked how my Dad is and they’re not talking about the one I’m named after.”

“Well he and Wen-Wen did practically help raise you.” Mabel said with a smile, remembering the first time she saw Dipper holding baby Stacey.

“I know. And I’m not saying I would be against it, if it is true.” Stacey said as she began to pick at a piece of lint she seemed to suddenly find interesting. “I guess I just wish they wouldn’t try to hide it.“

“Well you guys are already family either way. I mean, you’re there for all the big holidays and the family vacations.” Mabel added as she knelt down and hugged her daughter, stealing her bag of popcorn back in the process. Then she continued as she looked between Stacey and her wife, “Besides, if there was something going on there Dip would tell me about it. Wouldn’t he?”

Pacifica shrugged as she thought about all that had been said here.

Back At The Mystery Shack

Ran was coming down from his dad’s work room in the attic. The whole family keeps a couple of spare outfits in the rooms closet and after assuring his sister that he was alright and apologizing for the fairy mouse incident he had went up to grab a new Hawaiian shirt. As he reached the bottom of the stairs Aunt Melody and his mom were coming out of the break room wit the newly dressed Meaghan. Uncle Soos and Aunt Melody had insisted that she could grab whatever clothes she wanted, she had on one of the question mark shirts, a pair of shorts that Uncle Soos on hand for one of the displays, and a pair of sandals. She was carrying his folded up shirt close to her chest.

“Sorry we didn’t have any thing else for you to wear dearie.” Melody said as they were coming closer to Ran. She seems to have slipped into a protective momma bear mode as she added, “To think that someone would steal your cloths like that. Is there anything else we could do for you? Call your parents maybe? Are they staying at motel?”

“Oh, no. My parents are at home. And there’s no need to bother them.” Meaghan said with a start as she shook her head. She quickly broke away from the older ladies and made a beeline for Ran.

Holding out his shirt she said, “Thank you again for helping me.”

“Oh it was no problem.” Ran said as he rubbed the back of his neck. Looking at the proffered shirt he added, “Why don’t you keep it for now.”

“You mean it?”, Meaghan replied as her face brightened and she hugged the shirt tight to her chest.

“Yeah, can’t have you judging Gravity Falls based only on someone stealing your clothes.” He replied with a smile. He then began to blush as he realized everyone was watching the two of them.

“Oh, there’s no worry about that. I already know there are good people here.” Meaghan said as she started putting Ran’s old shirt back on with a smile. Once she had it on she took one of his hands as she added, “I’m actually in town to find two of them, maybe you can help me.”

Ran was about to respond when Debbie appeared at his side as if by magic. With her hands on her hips she looked at Meaghan and asked, “So you met my little brother while out in the woods while completely naked, what are you some kind of nymph or maybe a rusalka?“

“Debbie!” Melody called

"Sis!” Ran said as he elbowed his rude sister.

“Well she may need to work on her delivery, but I have to admit I’ve been wondering the same thing.” Dipper said as he entered the room. After ha look from his wife he added, “But we can worry about that later, you said something about my son helping you to find a couple of people in town, Why don’t you give us the names and we can all help you?”

Meaghan looked around at the people gathered in the room. She really didn’t like so many people knowing what she is doing, but if Ran and his family trusted them. With a sigh she started, “Well I have been sent to speak to Lady Gwendolyn and S...”

“Stoneworker!?” all four Pines kids called out at once.

“Well no.” Meaghan continued with a shake of her head, “Not Stoneworker. I’m looking for Lady Gwendolyn and Sir Mason of Gravity Falls.”

“Isn’t that you two doods?” Soos asked while looking at a slightly shocked Wendy and Dipper.

“Well yeah, it’s been a few years since we used those titles.” Wendy said as she finished processing that her son’s new friend was looking for her and her husband to begin with.

“Oh My Gosh, a mason is another term for a stoneworker. How did I not see this before now. Our parents are Lady Gwendolyn and the Stoneworker.” Debbie said as she seemed to completely forget about her worries from just moments ago.

“Told you they were in love.” Ed said to his brother with a playful shove.

“And I never really denied it.” Ricky replied as he grabbed Ed in a headlock.

Meaghan walked up to Wendy and Dipper then dropped down onto one knee. “As an emissary of King Mermando, I offer my life up in service. Please accept me as a squire.”

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the--regenerating--degenerate · 4 years

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Sol Invictus

Chapter Three: Escape From the Muninn

Blake didn’t know what she expected when she saw the Muninn from the viewing screen on the bridge of the shuttle as it traveled between the Red Claw and the Muninn. Maybe, she thought, the Muninn would be like the Union ships, haphazardly built with garishly painted markings from whatever world she had came from.

Maybe the Muninn would be like the Atlassians: clean, hard lines; polished until they gleamed in the void, their overly pompous commanders’ House sigils proudly displayed on their bows, next to the sigil of the Protectorate.

The Muninn, however, was none of those.

She hung there like a shadow in the void, a black specter. No lights other than the brief flash of landing guides. The hard projected lines of her railguns could only be seen in the flashes of passing starlight, which made the Muninn all the more intimidating.

Knowing those guns were there, but only seeing them for small flashes in the darkness of the void.

And inside that sleek shadow were dozens of pirates. Standing between her and a single Atlassian officer, who Blake had to rescue.

Well… just my luck. Blake sighed, as she schooled her emotions, creating a mask of stoic indifference, even as worry and nerves plagued at her. She needed to be calm. She needed to be collected.

“I can’t believe we are actually negotiating with these, humans,” the pilot, a tall Faunus with goat horns curling around his ears, bitterly grumbled from beneath his pale white Grimm Ursa mask. “We should wait for Brother-Commander Taurus Adam then take the ship and the prize for ourselves.”

“And risk it being shot,” the co-pilot, flattening her feathered plum, shot back. “I agree with you brother. It is humiliating, but we have very few other options.”

The pilot growled, but let the subject drop and soon the shuttle was drifting towards the hanger of the black ship.

“Muninn. This is the shuttle of the Red Claw. May we land?” The co-pilot radioed.

Several seconds passed. Blake forced down her panic, taking deep breaths. She would need to play her part flawlessly. Any hint that something was amiss, the pirates would stop the deal and her chance of avoiding war would have slipped through her fingers.

Even if the pirates tried to run, Adam would be arriving with the frigate Wilt and several more Raiders, nearly two hundred more White Fang in total. Not even a pirate such as Raven Branwen would want to face against those numbers.

And if Adam got a hold of the Schnee… Then war was inevitable.

Menagerie wouldn’t survive against Atlas. Blake’s mood was turning dark just at the thought of it, and that was before Blake even considered what she had seen at the very edge of Wild Space.

What she had seen of Adam’s newest ‘ally.’

She shuddered as though a cold wind had blown through the cockpit of the shuttle. No, Blake could not fail. She steeled her spine and donned the white Grimm mask that all White Fang wore.

“No answer Sister-Lieutenant,” The co-pilot reported. “Should I hail them again?”

“Hail them again,” Blake ordered, “If they don’t answer… Well… Then we are going to board them.”

The pilot turned in seat. “There’s only six of us the shuttle…”

Blake cut him off.

“We have the Red Claw who will be able to fire on the Muninn and keep them off-balance, as well as the element of surprise. We’re not going to try and take the ship, just get the Schnee and get out.” Blake allowed a savage smile to cross her lips. “Are you telling me that the White Fang aren’t worth a dozen pirates each? They’re used to fighting against the unarmed, the weak and defenseless.”

Both the pilot and copilot barked a harsh laugh at that, though it was cut short as the comms buzzed.

“Shuttle.” The voice was slightly distorted and crackled with static, but was clear enough. “This is the Muninn. You are allowed to land.”

“Finally,” the copilot scoffed as the pilot turned the shuttle towards the open hanger door.

The shuttle landed with a heavy thud, the void door slamming shut behind them as the hangar was quickly repressurized.

Blake had taken five of her White Fang aboard the shuttle with her, leaving only a bare skeleton crew aboard the Red Claw and all of them, including the pilot and co-pilot, stood lined up at the ramp. Blake wanted to make an impression.

The ramp lowered with a hiss from the hydraulics as Blake stepped onto the armoured plated deck of the Muninn, her security following after, weapons low, but readied.

Just in case.

Well, this is sure to build trust with our new partners, she pessimistically mulled as she entered the dimly lit hangar bay. There was no way in the Green Hell she was going anywhere aboard Branwen’s ship without some measure of protection.

To do otherwise was just asking for a knife in the back from these voidscum.

Speaking of Branwen, the Dread Pirate-Queen had come down to meet her guests personally.

Branwen was a tall woman, with dark, almost blood-red eyes and long black hair hanging down past her thin waist. She wore a short dark, crimson, almost blood red overcoat with a thin leather belt. Sheathed at her side was a short gladius sword. Perfectly suited for cutting and stabbing in an enclosed space.

And she had brought her own two tagalongs. Beside her was a short woman, her hair cropped close to her skull, with several tattoos and kill markings decorating her upper arms. The woman wore an arrogant smirk as she took in the sight of the White Fang. The woman’s arrogant, smug demeanor immediately invoked a healthy distaste in Blake.

The last, much to Blake’s surprise, was also a Faunus. A lizard? Maybe snake Faunus? Blake wasn’t exactly sure. The Faunus was almost the spitting image of Branwen, save for the scale ridges on her forehead, the slitted pupil lilac eyes and the long, lush, but wild blonde hair which also hung down past her waist.

“Captain Branwen Raven Ist Muninn,” Blake greeted the Pirate Queen with a respectful nod of her head, as she and her White Fang escort approached the three other women. She hesitated, “It is… A pleasure to finally meet you.”

Branwen smiled a little at that and returned the nod.

“Belladonna Blake I presume? You do not have to greet me like that. I’m just a pirate. We don’t tend to stand too much on ceremony.” Branwen was patronizingly polite.

The smug woman seemed to muffle a chuckle at that, while the blonde Faunus rolled her eyes in obvious boredom.

“I suppose you wish to see the prisoner? See that I’m not leading you on?”

Blake nodded. “I will need to send something back to my leader as proof. He will trust my word.”

Branwen raised a hand, indicating the blonde Faunus next to her. “Yang will take you to see her; however, I’m not going to allow more than one of you to leave this hanger. You must understand.”

Blake figured this was going to be an issue. Branwen was flexing; she wanted Blake and her White Fang escorted to understand who was in charge. Whose ship they were on. Which was fine, Blake had no desire to play the game of who was top dog.

Or top cat in Blake’s case.

All Blake wanted to do was get the prisoner and get out. And hopefully stop a full out war from breaking out in the Galaxy.

Simple desires really.

“That’s fine.” Blake shrugged, as she turned to Yang. “Lead the way,”

The Faunus woman hesitated for a second, as she seemed to wish to argue with Branwen but evidently decided it would have been a waste, as she gestured with a nod of her head for Blake to follow her.

The two travelled in relative silence for moments, through the narrow corridors, turning this way and that around the many sharp corners and turns. The Muninn, Blake, realised was not some repurposed freighter like Red Claw; she was a warship through and through.

The corners made excellent defensive positions, funnelling boarders into kill zones, and they also had the added bonus of confusing the enemy as they made their way past the critical locations; the engine room, the power generators, and the bridge. Blake considered herself to have a very good memory and an excellent sense of direction, but even she was having a difficult time remembering where they were going.

“How much longer?” Blake finally asked as she followed her guide down another short hall.

“Soon.” Yang answered in a flat monotone, turning down another corner.

“I didn’t know that Branwen had Faunus amongst her crew. What clan?” Blake asked her, curiosity finally getting the better of her.

"I’m not a Faunus,” Yang answered, voice dripping with bitterness without looking back.

“You are not? But you look like one.”

“Gene-tailoring.” Yang suddenly stopped and turned to face her, a sardonic smile on her lips, her hands waving in the air. “Vat edited and genefucked.”

Blake felt her temper rise. “Gene tailoring? So what are we now? Just a cast-off? A fashion statement?”

“Leave it, White Fang,” Yang warned, her hands clenched into fists.

“Why? Angry that some Faunus is annoyed because you thought of us as some fetish you could imitate,” Blake snapped back.

“Because it's none of your business. You really think I want to look like this?” There was a dull echoing thud, as Yang punched the armoured wall of the corridor. “Raven never really gave me much of a choice. And guess what? It turns out, screwing with someone’s as an adult has some pretty significant side effects.”

Yang jabbed her finger at Blake’s chest. “So don’t talk about what you don’t know White Fang.”

Blake hesitated and then nodded, dropping the subject.

Yang held her stare for a second longer, before turning on her heel. “This way.”

Blake followed her through several more turns before the came to a door flanked by two pirates armed with heavy shotguns.

The blonde punched in a code and the door slid open with a hiss.

Blake nearly gasped. Sitting there in her stained and tattered white uniform, was Weiss Schnee, The Heir Apparent of the Protectorate of Atlas.

The Schnee looked up as the light poured in. Though Blake’s eyes were hidden beneath her small white Grimm Mask, the two locked eyes. The prisoner’s eyes were a pale ice blue, filled with defiance, with hints of fear around their edges… Those eyes were almost enough for Blake to feel pity for her.

Almost.

The Schnee was still an Atlassian. And the scars they had left on Menagerie and the Faunus still ran deep.

No, Blake would not pity her. This wasn’t about pity. Or Atlas, or even completely about Menagerie. This was about the galaxy and the danger that was threatening to drown it in a tide of darkness.

“Well, there you go. One Heir Apparent of blah-blah, caged up and ready to go.” Yang’s tone dripped sarcasm as she shut the door. “Satisfied?”

Blake nodded. “So your captain was telling the truth.”

“Raven never lies.” Yang was bitter as she led Blake back to the hanger.

The trip back was just as disorienting as it had been on the way there.

Well… looks like I’m going to need the other White Fang. Blake silently cursed. She had been hoping for a quick infiltration and extraction. Now she was going to have to conduct a full boarding exercise with the five of her White Fang… Who she would then also have to get rid of.

Her plan was turning into a messy quagmire which she had little control over. True her original plan of infiltration did not offer a great deal more control. But it offered more than a running gunfight down those tight, maze-like corridors.

“Satisfied?” Branwen asked as Yang led Blake back into the hanger.

“I will confirm with Brother-Commander Taurus Adam, that you have Weiss Schnee,” Blake said, giving her a nod. “However… I must insist that myself and the White Fang I have with me, remain on this ship.”

“Not very trusting are you,” Branwen goaded, crossing her arms.

“No more than you are,” Blake replied evenly, her eyes catching sight of a dozen well-armed pirates emerging from the gloom in the hangar. “We will remain in our shuttle, until the rest of the White Fang arrive.”

Branwen smiled a viper’s grin. “Of course you are. But I’m going to keep the hangar guarded. For your own safety. You are after all my guests.”

Blake paused at that. Her stomach coiled. Raven had to suspected something. Had she seen through her already?

Blake took a breath. She needed to keep cool. Keep calm.

“Thank you Captain Branwen Raven Ist Muninn.” Blake bowed her head, inwardly cursing her rotten luck.

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Ruby nearly jumped in surprise as the door banged opened and Yang stormed into the room. Her features were pulled into a thunderous scowl and Ruby could have sworn she could feel the heat of her rage radiating off her sister.

"Yang?"

“The White Fang is here, Rubes. You ready?” Yang asked after she had taken a moment to calm herself.

Ruby glanced over at Crescent Rose now fully assembled. Several magazines, fully loaded, were laid out in neat order beside her precious rifle.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Ruby answered with a nod to her backpack by the door. Everything she had brought with her from the academy was packed away and ready to go.

“Good.” Yang seemed to hesitate as she looked over at Crescent Rose. “Ruby…”

Ruby smiled as she patted Yang’s shoulder. “Yang… I’ve travelled all over with dad on his old freighter. We lived on the edge of the frontier. I’m no stranger to gunfights. I can handle myself. I’m not a little girl anymore.”

The: I don’t need you to look out for me like you used to, went unsaid; but Ruby could tell Yang had heard it as clear as a thunderclap. There was a brief flash of pain in Yang’s eyes, which much to Ruby’s joy, quickly turned into a burning sisterly pride.

“Alright then. Let’s go over your plan one last time,” Yang said as she took a seat on her cot.

Ruby rolled her silver eyes but smiled. “Okay step one: Get the prisoner her weapons back. You will head down to the armoury, subdue the guard there, then come back here for me. Step two, we head down to the brig… fighting our way down there if we have to.”

“Getting the weapons shouldn’t be much of a problem. Gris, the armourer, likes me. A lot. If I can, I’ll try and get the explosives too… though no promises. If I do, I’ll plant some charges throughout the ship,” Yang added.

Ruby nodded. “Step three, rescue the ‘princess’ and book it to the hanger. Step four, take care of the White Fang.”

“That’s when I’ll detonate the explosives if we have ‘em,” Yang chimed in as she stood up and went to her locker, sliding several magazines for her pistol into belt.

Ruby nodded again, “Step five, take the White Fang shuttle back to the White Fang ship.”

“I’ve seen the readout on it. It looks like a small freighter. There shouldn’t be more than a dozen on her. Including the six on-board the Muninn right now,” Yang added, as she closed her now empty locker and slipped on her brown leather jacket.

“Which leads us to step six, we take the ship then Fold out of here,” Ruby finished as she picked up her loaded magazines and clipped them to her belt. “ You ready?”

Yang looked over at her sister, then gave a single nod, before punching her fist together. “ Always. Let’s do this.”

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The door to the armoury hissed open as Yang stepped inside. Rifles, shotguns, pistols and various blades decorated the inside of the locked cage. The smell of gun oil, the click of parts being taken apart, cleaned, then reassembled filled the still air. An older man, grey with age, heavyset, dressed in clothes stained with years of grease and cleaning lubes barely looked up to acknowledge her as Yang walked in.

“Yang.” The man grunted before turning back to his work.

“Hey Gris. You still got that Schnee’s weapon?” Yang asked as she approached the cage.

The man gestured with a grunt and a sideways nod of his head to the far table. Laying there was the rapier with basket hilt. Beside it was a slim, beautifully decorated pistol still in its white leather holster.

“Beautiful isn’t she.” Gris said admiringly, as he picked up the rapier and held it up to the light. “Vinbranium micro woven with nerosteel. Strong, supple, light as a feather. But capable of piercing anything short of full Atlassian Marine boarding plate and shield.”

Yang rolled her eyes, but kept quiet. She knew better than to interrupt Gris when it came to weapons. The old man could wax poetic for hours at a time, his eyes lighting up with pure joy as he rattled off calibres, stopping power, rates of fire, explosives, blade lengths, metal alloys and cutting potential.

If his poetics were interrupted, the stubborn old man would become sour and ill-tempered, which would make it that much more difficult to get anything out of him. So even though Yang was now on a schedule, it was easier just to let him talk.

“And this… Never in all my days did I think I would ever see one with my own eyes.” He pulled the slim pistol from its holster. “An Arma Gigas. Handcrafted by the pinnacle of Atlassian gunsmiths. Small, you wouldn’t think this thing was more than an over-engineered pea-shooter. But let me tell you, if less than half of the things I have heard about these are true… This is a man stopper. Not a great many things alive this piece couldn’t put down.”

Gris looked over at Yang and grinned at her bored expression; as he placed the pistol back into its holster. “I mean… Not as well as that cannon on your hip. But still she’ll do her job. And do it well.”

“Interesting and all.” Yang tried not to let urgency colour her tone, “but I’m not interested in a weapons lesson. I’m just here because I want them.”

Gris eyed her carefully as he leaned back. “Is that so? Well… I’m sorry to tell you that Vernal already claimed the rapier. The pistol is going to Raven. She wants it as a trophy."

"Well… I don't really care. I want them." Yang lowered her tone to a near whisper. Gris was probably the only friend Yang had on this ship, outside of her sister. She hoped he would catch her meaning.

"Vernal wanted the pistol too. Before Raven claimed it as a trophy.” Gris continued as though he hadn’t heard her, “Wanted it bad. Lucky for her I was here to set her straight. You see the Arma Gigas are gene-coded for the one she’s made for. If anyone else then the Schnee was to pull the trigger… well… they would have to get used to wiping their ass with the other hand.”

“Gris…” Yang warned, her temper slowly getting the better of her. “I need those weapons.”

Gris eyed her dispassionately. “And I can’t allow you to take them.”

“You aren’t going to be able to stop me.”

The man shrugged. “You can’t shoot me. If you do, everyone is going to know about it.”

Yang’s eyes widened as she caught his meaning. “So I am going to have to hit you. Put you down hard.”

“Probably break a few bones in the process.” Gris agreed.

“I… I’m sorry Gris.”

“Tear the cage door open when you do it,” he continued as though he hadn’t heard her. Shuffling tools around, placing them almost delicately back into the various toolboxes stacked around the armoury cage. “You’re more than strong enough.”

He paused, looked up at Yang. “Your sister... always gave me the creeps… Something’s not right about her, be careful. I’m sticking my head out for you with the Captain. I won't be around to help with her.”

“Ruby’s all I got left Gris.” Yang almost snarled, but managed to choke it back. “I burned too many bridges back home… And I’m nuking the ones here with an orbital strike.”

Yang reached up and grabbed the cage door, then ripped it from its hinges in one savage pull.

She looked down at Gris as he turned his back on her. “I’m sorry about this… I really am.”

Then Yang threw a haymaker into the side of his head. Gris did not even try to defend himself, merely curling up into a ball, as Yang rained heavy blows into his body.

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Bile rose up in Yang’s throat as she and Ruby raced down the claustrophobic corridor. She tried to drive the feeling of her fists smashing into a defenseless Gris, of bones snapping and the muffled screams of pain from her mind.

Gris was tough. He would be okay, she told herself; as the two sisters with Yang in the lead, charged down another hallway.

She began to slow down. They had been lucky so far, the two of them managing to avoid wandering pirates, but now they were coming up onto the brig. There would be guards and they were going to have to be dealt with.

As soon as Ruby or Yang fired, the ship would be alerted that something was happening in the lower decks. Yang guessed they would have only have a couple of minutes before Raven sent every pirate she could down there.

Probably less.

Raven was a suspicious woman. She’d probably think the White Fang was going to make a play of their own.

Getting to the hangar… That was going to be the interesting part.

Yang came to a stop, just before the corner to the brig. Ruby almost slammed into Yang as she too skidded to a halt, pressing her back against the wall.

“Alright… Just around here is the brig. Should only be two guards.” Yang whispered as she pulled Ember Celica from her holster. “I’ll move first to draw their fire. You cover me, got it?”

“Got it,” Ruby whispered back, as she brought Crescent Rose to a ready position, then tapped Yang on the shoulder to let her know she was ready.

Yang turned the corner, levelling her pistol as she did. The two guards looked up, eyes widening in surprise as they did. Ember Celica roared once, catching the first in the chest with a large, heavy slug.

The man’s chest exploded open, dropping to the ground in a wet splatter of meat and viscera. The second guard was fumbling to raise his shotgun when a three-round burst from Ruby, who must have stepped out with her, caught him the chest.

The guard collapsed like a marionette with its strings cut.

“Thought I said I would move first?” Yang asked as the two rushed to the door.

“You also said to cover you,” Ruby replied sweetly as she kicked the shotguns away from the guards’ bodies.

“Fair,” Yang grinned, as the door to the brig opened shedding light into the dark prison.

The Schnee glanced up as the light stung her eyes. Yang was already moving and with a powerful tug, she ripped the bars from the cell.

“Well… as promised here we are. Ruby give the Heir her weapons,” Yang said as she took cover inside the door. “Sorry princess we got to move, and move quick. Think you can keep up?”

“I can handle myself,” The Schnee snapped.

Yang risked a glance back, frowning slightly as the Schnee flinched when Ruby offered her the rapier and pistol, slapping Ruby’s hand away as she climbed to her feet.

Ruby for her part seemed unaffected by the rude gesture and merely shrugged.

“Alright we ready?” Ruby asked as she took cover across from Yang.

“Yeah…” Yang nodded, as she gave what she hoped was a reassuring smile.

The Schnee glared at Ruby as she tested the draw in her rapier. “Who are you?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Ruby apologised, as she held out her hand again. “I’m Ruby Rose. I’m here to rescue you.”

The Schnee looked down at the hand and shuddered slightly as though someone had offered something rather unrecognizable and offensive on a stick. Yang frowned and was about to reprimand the Schnee, when she caught Ruby’s eye and gentle shake of her head.

Time and place, Yang.

“Ahhh no worries.” Ruby giggled, “not everyone has an appreciation for the classics.”

Yang snorted. “You mean ancient vids that no one understands anymore.”

Ruby nodded as she led the way out of the brig. “That too.”

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“What is that?” One of the White Fang asked as klaxon alarms began to blast throughout the hanger.

A second later Blake’s sensitive ears picked up another sound. One she had sadly become very accustomed to over the past few years.

Gunfire.

“Someone’s shooting,” Blake answered as she grabbed her weapons from the locker. “Quick, get your weapons and get to cover. The pirates might think it’s us behind this and I don’t want unwelcome visitors thinking they can come and take our shuttle.”

While the other White Fang got to cover in the hold, Blake took a chance and ducked out from the shuttle. Keeping down and to the shadows, she made her way behind a large stack of crates.

She took a peek and cursed.

A dozen or so heavily armed pirates had gathered in the hangar, in preparation to storm and take the shuttle.

Suddenly the shipped bucked. The power died and red lights flashed as emergency lighting and secondary power sources came alive. The pirates scattered for the most part. Running to their station, to bring systems back online, preparing for what could be a boarding action.

And in doing so, only leaving a token force to watch the hanger and the White Fang.

If they do that could work out in my favour. Blake thought to herself as she kept herself low and made her way back to the shuttle hold. We kill enough of them here, we could make a break for the Schnee’s cell.

“Lights went out. What’s happening?” One of her Sister’s whispered from across the hold.

“Maybe Brother-Commander Taurus has arrived? Maybe he is leading a boarding party.”

Blake didn’t think so.

“Brother-Commander Taurus would have told me if he was planning something like this.” Blake whispered back, “now keep quiet and-”

The sound of gunfire outside interpreted Blake and the next thing she heard was booted feet running across the armoured decking of the black ship.

“Quick, let’s move. Come on princess keep up!” Someone loud and boisterous called.

Blake thought she recognised the voice of that not-Faunus vat freak, Tang, or Jang, whatever her name was, as she stormed up the shuttle ramp.

Behind her, two other pairs of feet followed close behind as three humans charged into the hold. One of whom was the Heir Apparent.

Blake leapt up, pistol levelled. Her five kin joining her. The three intruders, the blonde not-Faunus, a small brunette with red highlights and a long scarlet cape and of course, Weiss Schnee, the Heir Apparent, were surrounded and outgunned.

“Well… Shit.” The blonde grimaced as the three humans found themselves surrounded.

“Wonderful, from pirates to White Fang all in the span of less than ten minutes.” The Schnee complained as her pistol bounced from kin to kin. “Great job.”

“I should thank you for bringing us Weiss Schnee.” Blake smiled coldly beneath her mask as she stepped from cover. “You have done the White Fang a great service.”

Then she turned on her heel, levelling her pistol at one of her Brothers. The pistol barked, striking the White Fang in the head, sending him crashing down.

The White Fang sat there, stunned, as they struggled to process what had happened. Blake gunned down another, then another.

The three humans, not looking a gift horse in its mouth, raised their own weapons. In less than five seconds, all the White Fang lay dead, and three armed women were now pointing their weapons at Blake.

Blake shook her head. Taking off her mask she allowed amber eyes to meet silver, lilac and ice blue. “We don’t have time. Assuming you are responsible for those explosions, it won't take them long to get the ship back up to full power.”

“She’s right.” The silver-eyed girl with the red cape spoke up. Blake felt herself shivering uncomfortably as the girl got closer. There was something… off about the girl. Something Blake could not put a finger on.

Just a general feeling of offness.

"What do you suggest then?" The girl asked, lowering her rifle.

Blake shook off the feeling. "You were going to try and take Red Claw weren't you?"

All three nodded.

"Let me join you." Blake pushed, "you can tell them you took me hostage. There’s only four of them on board. We can take them, then escape.”

“Why should we trust you?” The Schnee interrupted. “You just murdered your friends, Faunus. Why?”

“We don’t have time for this.” Blake snapped back. “Either trust me or don’t. But I can help you.”

The Schnee opened her mouth to interject but was cut off by red cape.

“She’s right. We don’t have a choice. I can fly us.”

“Well… That went simpler than planned.” The blonde grinned cheekily as she pushed passed her to join the red-caped girl in the cockpit, leaving Blake alone with the Schnee.

“I don’t know what your plan is White Fang. But for now, it doesn’t matter. I will be watching you though.” The Schnee hissed as she went to join her allies.

The shuttle roared to life. A second later, the hanger boomed as the small railguns underneath it blasted open the void doors, shredding them like paper before the engines ignited and the shuttle blasted out into the void.

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Ruby grimaced as the last of the remaining White Fang was nearly blasted apart by a close-range shot from Yang’s pistol. It hadn’t taken much to get them to cooperate. The cat Faunus had told the truth., They now had a ship, courtesy of the White Fang.

Ruby ran to the cockpit and jumped into the pilot’s seat… And then froze.

She had never seen anything like this before. The shuttle was simple enough. Though somewhat unfamiliar, the controls were simple enough to figure out. These… These were a mess.

“What’s wrong Ruby?” Yang asked as she jumped into the co-pilot chair beside her.

Ruby looked up, panic welling in her chest. “Uhhh… Well… I think I found the flaw in our plan. I’m not entirely sure on how to fly this thing.”

“What!” the white-haired girl screeched behind them. “You can’t fly this?”

“I didn’t say that!” Ruby shot back defensively. “I said I’m not entirely sure on how to. I thought that after flying my dad’s old freighter and the fighter sims at the academy that this piece of junk would be similar, but…”

“My Gods… I’m going to die here,” Ms. Schnee loudly whispered to herself as she collapsed into another chair. “I’m going to die being blown to bits because some frontier bumpkin thought too much of herself.”

“Hey!”

“I don’t want to interrupt,” the Faunus called out. “But the Muninn is coming around on us. I got energy signatures spiking. She’s readying her main guns.”

“Aw...Fucking Void…” Yang snapped. “Where are the shields on this thing?”

Yang fumbled with several switches. While Ruby frantically pushed several more, suddenly the ship shook, tossing the four around as the Red Claw buckled from a heavy hit.

“Muninn just hit us!” The Faunus girl called from a screen in front of her. “Port side aft.”

“Never mind the shields, Yang. Just punch in the Fold coordinates!” Ruby yelled as she grabbed the control stick and opened the accelerator.

The White Fang ship hummed as the engines roared into life. The Red Claw took off, but the Muninn followed close behind.

“Muninn steadily gaining. Energy spiking. She’s going to fire,” The Faunus girl reported, fear slowly growing more apparent in her voice.

The Red Claw shook violently again. The four women could hear the hull twisting and groaning as the shot sheared the armoured plating.

“Grazing shot. Top deck. Port side.”

The ship shook again with another devastating blow. “Direct hit. Port side. Aft.”

Ruby’s eyes went wide as she realised what that meant. “They’re aiming for the Fold drive. Yang! We need those coordinates now!”

“I’m trying, I’m trying!” Yang yelled back, “I need some time!”

“We don’t have time you blonde brute!” Ms. Schnee snarled, “White Fang, does this ship have a torpedo?”

Behind Ruby the cat Faunus looked up from her screen and nodded. “Several but only one loaded in a tube.”

“Dolt!” Ms. Schnee kicked Ruby’s chair to indicate that she was talking to her. “Get some distance, then bring us around. I was top in my torpedo class. I can hit Muninn.”

Ruby shook her head. “Muninn’s too fast. We won’t get enough space. Besides one torpedo? It would get picked off by the point defence before it came within a hundred kilometres... But we can buy us some time.”

She pulled the stick hard and Red Claw turned. Right into the teeth of Muninn. “Ms. Schnee get ready.”

“We’re little more than a dozen kilometres. It’s too short for an effective torpedo shot.” Ms. Schee snapped.

“We don’t need an effective shot. All we need is the radiation blindness.” Ruby shot back.

The Schnee paused. Then grinned. “A good plan. The name is Weiss by the way.”

“Ruby… But I already told you that…” Ruby grinned back, as she pushed Red Claw into her attack run.

Radiation blindness could happen rather often in space. It was when a burst of radiation hit your ship’s sensors; which would cause them to malfunction for a brief periods of time, leaving nothing but static and white noise on the viewing screens. It was something that could happen a number of ways: a bad solar wind, a nebula, a passing bit of space junk.

Or in the case of the Muninn when a fifty kiloton nuclear warhead got swatted out of space by numerous point defence weapons. Then detonated less than a few kilometres in front of your ship.

The effect would be like a flash-bang going off in a small room, as opposed to a steady degradation of system at war with constant reboots and scrubs. The sensors of Muninn would be flooded by dirty, polluted light and a backwash of harsh radiation, rendering her blind for several precious seconds.

The Red Claw did not escape through the maneuver unscathed, however. One last shot smashed into her prow; the spine of the ship rocked and cracked. Sparks jumped, fires were started and Ruby knew that the last shot had been a near fatal one. But they had blasted through and the Muninn was still blind.

“Yang! Please tell me you got something,” Ruby pleaded as the precious seconds her maneuver had bought them were spent.

“Yeah! Got it! Were good now! Ready to Fold on your mark!”

Ruby looked down at her watch. “All aboard Air Ruby. Folding in three, two, one. Mark.”

Space, time, gravity. Billions upon billions of kilometres were pulled into a singularity of space and time. Red Claw shot forward, bearing her precious cargo.

They were safe.

For now.

#RWBY #rwby fanfic #Yang #Ruby #Blake #Weiss

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ladylonely47 · 5 years

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And I...Am Spider-Man

A part of him was screaming to lay there and accept the new world. The rational and sane part of him told him to get his lazy ass up and fight for Morgan. For Pepper. For the kid. Tony struggled to stand against the rubble, feeling worse than he had back on the moon Titan. Compared to being smashed by a literal moon and being exploded then beaten up...he felt he needed a new retirement. He finally stood up and took to aim his blaster before jarring himself to a stop.

The kid had come back. Spider-Man landed on the raised hand and pulled at it with his strength, his feet digging into Thanos’ bicep as his back arched and his face scrunched to pull at the gauntlet one last time. The Mad Titan shook his arm, winding it around, as if swatting at an actual spider. Tony felt the power within him rise as his own protege was holding tightly onto the gauntlet.

“Kid!” He yelled, standing up again and aiming. His blasters didn’t have a lot of power left-his suit was too damaged to hold charge-so he had one last shot. He eyed it, aiming for the monster’s head and firing off as the power sent his weakened state leaning back against the rubble.

In one quick whip, however, Thanos pulled the kid up like a small shield and Tony watched in horror as his own blast hit the back of the teenage superhero. He didn’t cry out, he didn’t scream...rather, his body reacted with a tightening of his muscles and an arching of his back before Thanos whipped him around and threw him into the rubble far from Tony.

“PETE!” He screamed out, watching the body of the small spiderling slam into the rubble and fall onto the ground with no noise. He no longer moved, but Tony watched as some of him started...sparkling? Was it actual sparks from the hit? Was his body smoking? He had no time to think, as Thanos’ laughter echoed and Tony stared at him with the most anger he felt since that day back on Titan.

“A valiant effort from the small one.” He stated, raising the gauntlet again and pressing his middle and thumb together as time start to slow down. “But no matter what any of you do...I am inevitable.”

The world was silent if only for the metal *thunk* and scrapping the two fingers made as they clicked.

The fighting was still going on, the only audience was Tony and Thanos to the failed attempt. Thanos look at the gauntlet and snapped it again. And again. The same sound going off both times before he stared in horror and Tony felt the same rising to his throat. Before Thanos looked, Tony turned to the now standing Spider-Man.

He was leaning against the rubble, his legs shaking as he stood and his left arm holding up what looked like an oddly-bent but glowing right hand. His fist was tightly clenched as it shook and his teeth were grinding together as he stared with pure hated in his deep brown eyes.

His fits glowed with rainbow powers as it flowed through him, while five familiar stones sat planted within his suit’s hand.

Thanos finally took notice of the barely-standing teenager. He glared at him and slowly started stalking towards him. Tony’s heart raced, and he swore he felt it hammering against the nanotech that made his own suit. Tony stared in fear and said, “F.R.I.D.A.Y. how much power is left?”

“About 4% sir,” The cocky woman’s voice echoed.

A swore slipped his lips before he started staggering over to Peter. The boy-gosh, was he really that young? Young enough to fight a titan on a random moon and still complain about finals?-he took two steps before falling onto his chest. He felt too weak, his suit was too weak. The stabilizers he had implanted after Rhodey’s fall weren’t charged enough to keep him standing. He groaned and pushed himself, looking over at Peter and staring there.

He was looking right back. And as Thanos approached, Peter put his fingers together as if ready to…”Peter NO!” Tony screamed, tears welling in his eyes. No. Nononononononono. This isn’t what was supposed to happen. Not him. Not again…!

He vaguely saw Peter’s mouth move and say, “I’m sorry.” before there was a blast of light followed by a click.

When the light faded, Tony opened his eyes and all he saw was green. Green grass, green leaves, birds chirped in his ears. He looked around and watched as the army faded into dust that crumbled all around the extremely confused Avengers. The Compound was back, completely intact, as if nothing was ever wrong. Within the Compound Tony could barely make out the figure of...red and green, with a yellow cape…

Vision stood there, fading through the glass to go towards them. No Mind Stone in his forehead, but still there. Wanda crumbled to the ground and cried, watching him come back and land next to her. The two embraced and Tony’s mind whirred in confusion and shock. What happened? How was Vision back? And where was…

“Tony.” He looked up. The formerly battered Steve Rogers was now standing above him, perfect like always. As a matter of fact, not a single bruise or cut was on him and his suit and shield were completely intact. Tony moved slowly, his brain ready for the pain but his body moving fluidly without a single groan from his mouth. He felt like a new man. One who was never stuck in that cave back in the desert, who never fell through a space hole, one who never even stubbed his toe! He looked up at Steve, who kept a hand offered to help him up. Tony took it, slowly standing up and looking around.

The Avengers, the people of Wakanda, everyone...they were here. They were all okay. Thor was wielding Mjolnir and Stormbreaker, while Steve also had one of the lightning hammers in his hand. Rhodey was bending around, talking about how his legs and back don’t hurt to Sam and a highly confused Bucky who was now holding his metal arm in his human left hand. Vision and Wanda were embracing when a gust of wind blew hard and beside them stood Quicksilver. Wanda gasped out and hugged him too, crying hard before pulling Vision into the three-person hug.

“You did it.” Steve said, looking around in as much shock as Tony was. The two looked at each other before Steve looked at his hand. He saw it empty, as if expecting him to be the one wielding the stones.

“It wasn’t me.” Tony nearly whispered, his throat closing up as he finally turned and saw Pepper landing in her blue suit next to a fallen body of red and blue. Tony was quick to fly over with his re-charged suit and Steve ran over quickly.

Tony landed to see Pepper turn over Peter, who was looking a little worse for ware. His entire right half from his face to his hip was charred, as if he had been burned alive by that light blast. His eyes were closed but his chest was slowly moving. He was gasping. Tony knelt without looking at Pepper, pulling his helmet back and saying, “Hey. Hey kid...kid c’mon wake up we won.” He lightly, as light as he could possibly make it, shook Peter’s right shoulder.

The boy gasped and his eyes shot open before closing again, a cringe painting his face as he let out a hiss. Tony held his shoulder, whispering, “Breathe, okay? Slow and steady…” He opened his eyes again as Steve finally joined the scene, alongside Clint and Thor. The original Avengers, all minus…

“Sorry…” Peter whispered, barely moving his body other than his eyes and mouth. “I...I tried to...bring everyone back. E-Everyone…” He let out another hiss of pain as his hand clutched in on itself, as if he were testing his limits.

Pepper backed up as Steve knelt next to him, patting him gently on his shoulder. “You did good Queens.” He said, making Peter’s lip twitch up into a smile.

“W-Wow...tha...thanks C-Cap’n.” He let out a little chuckle before grimacing, whispering, “Wait until...I tell…e’eryone…” His head rolled to the side as his eyes started to close, his breathing slowing.

Tony jumped into action, unwilling to listen to that stupid part of reason in his brain. “No no kid, no sleeping on us, okay?” He tapped the uncharred cheek lightly, bringing the kid’s eyes back open. Tony looked at Steve and said, “C’mon, we gotta get him into the Compound. We can go congratulations and good jobs after he’s all healed up. Let’s go.” He moved to put his arms under one leg and his shoulders when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

Doctor Strange was there, looking down at him sadly. He blinked slowly and just held up a single finger.

One. One in 14 million and whatever chances they had at winning...this was the reality that they won. The reality in which Peter gave a sacrifice to stop Thanos.

The reality in which Peter Parker would die.

“Don’t give me that one shit.” Tony snapped, shoving his hands under Peter’s slowly unmoving frame. “We still have time. He still has time. I won’t let your magic mumbo-jumbo stop me from-”

“Tony.” Tony looked up at Pepper, whose eyes were starting to well with tears. She knelt at Peter’s feet, reaching over and grabbing his arm. “He needs to rest.”

Tony’s eyes blinked back tears as he looked away from his wife to the kid he considered his son. He was barely breathing, his eyes fluttering and forcing to stay open. All because Tony said to stay awake. Pepper squeezed his forearm and he could barely hear her whisper over his pounding heart, “You’ll be okay.”

Tony looked at her again before back to the kid. The boy he saw on YouTube stopping a whole truck from crashing into a bus one day and trying to pull together a halved boat the next. The friendly kid he knew loved to save and protect far past his neighborhood. The Spider-Man he helped shape into one hell of a hero.

Anthony Stark held Peter Parker’s hand and whispered, “Hey...hey kid…” Once the teen looked at him he smiled, holding his hand tighter and letting the tears fall freely. All this was for him. All of it. “You can sleep now, okay? We’re gonna be fine.”

“B...Bu...But New York…” He whimpered out, his breathing and voice withering out on him as he spoke.

“I’ll keep an eye out for it.” Steven said, patting the boy on the shoulder again.

Tony looked at Steve in shock. The two shared a glance and Tony mouthed “Thank you,” something solitary between only them. Steve nodded and Tony looked back at his kid.

“The Cap’s got it, kid...go ahead and rest...You’ve earned it.” Tony smiled as tightly as he could, the tears washing down his cheeks and hitting the boy on the chest. Peter blinked once, twice, before closing his eyes and rolling his head.

There were three more breaths before Peter Parker, Spider-Man, had died.

1 Year Later

The air was cold staring up at the statue. The flowers brought a week ago were withered, he would need to ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. to schedule a cleaning soon.

After the day everything was fixed life returned to normal for everyone who was in the Soul Stone. Schools resumed, work started off again, and everything was relatively better. Those who were left behind after the Snap had to adjust but, since that day, things have gotten better. Of course, that was all for everyone who was a normal person.

Tony Stark wasn’t a normal person.

The second the day after started he set funeral arrangements. He had to call Aunt May, who was almost as hysterical as he was, to get all the details right. His favorite colors, the music he liked, anything and everything needed to show the world their hero.

The third day he released the information to the world about what happened between the Avengers and Thanos. He told the story about how Spider-Man saved more than just his friendly neighborhood.

The fourth day he went home and hugged Morgan extra hard and kissed her head.

The fifth day the funeral for Spider-Man was held. Everyone was there. All the Avengers who had lived, had been Snapped, and had been brought back. The people who wanted to recognize the hero that save their world. Across the globe, that day, everyone mourned the loss of Spider-Man, while those closest mourned the loss of Peter Parker.

The sixth day everything was back to normal. There were few people who talked about the youngest Avenger and what he sacrificed. Everyone wanted to move on. Everyone wanted to forget. Everyone but Tony.

So, he built. He built his tears, his memories, his hopes, and his frustration into the standing monument for the fallen. It took him forever. Never using machines, only using his hands and what he could get. Only when he had to fly up high did he use his suit, but never for anything else.

Only a month ago did he finish the monument to Spider-Man. And now, staring up at it, he could still feel that tight knot of pain.

“Excuse me?” A soft voice said. Tony looked behind him and saw a young man there. He had dark brown hair, chocolate eyes, soft freckles on his cheeks, and a scruffy beard. He stood just around Tony’s height, maybe an inch or two taller. He wore a grey dress jacket, pressed red shirt, and black dress pants. The man wasn’t looking at Tony, rather...he was looking up at Peter.

“Can I help you?” Tony asked, though his first question was how the hell he had gotten past the gates to get to the Compound in the first place.

“Yes, I’m sorry.” He looked back at Tony and said, “I was wondering...you wouldn’t happen to have known Spider-Man, would you?” The question was a bit jarring, but Tony nodded. “How close were you two?”

Now that question threw him for a loop. It had been a while since he thought of what their relationship was like. Hell, even at the end Tony never really knew. He had a gut feeling to protect and care for Peter, like he had the second Morgan was born…”He was like a son to me.” Tony whispered, though not fully knowing it until he looked at the man again and seeing him smile.

“Me too.” He said before walking to stand beside him, staring up at the statue. Tony’s confusion only grew as he looked at the man, getting a sense of familiarity that didn’t strike him too hard. “Can you tell me about him?” The man asked, looking up at the statue and never deterring from his stare.

Tony smiled a bit, feeling like a knot that was tied in him was being let loose. “You know, after all this time no one has ever asked me that.” The two looked at one another and Tony extended a hand. “Tony Stark.”

The man took his hand in a firm grip, smiling wide as his cheeks look newly tear-stained. “Benjamin Parker.”

The two then shared stories about Peter Parker into the night, relishing in one another’s company as both found peace in a man who lost a son.

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the-expatriate · 5 years

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Pari can be placed within almost any setting, usually what works best with the person she’ll be interacting with. However, there are a few instances where in which this be specified. Again, please specify if you’d like a particular verse if one of these takes your fancy, or I’ll just go with the default one which leaves it open to interpretation.

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Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap: An Alternative Placement. This particular period of time takes place a few years later. Pari has established herself as a bonafide Information Broker, who often takes on freelance assignments for a price. She often works alongside DL (https://pink-haired-chronicles.tumblr.com/), and she is known to travel far and wide for her clients. In some cases, she is hired permanently by some..

Note: Any interactions pertaining to Pari in the Borderlands Universe are held in this above AU.

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Of Measures and Pints: Pari’s standard placement. Where she broke free of her old life and disappeared. Starting again in a quiet little place, in a rowdy as hell bar. That isn’t to say that she doesn’t rely on her old skills from time to time..

Most interactions take place during this period, but the exact placement of where she lives and works can be adjusted to meet the other muse’s verses and such.

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Then I Punched a Dragon in the Face!: Pari’s Elder Scrolls Verse, mainly being held in Skyrim.

A journeying Imperial Sellsword who doesn’t particularly belong to any group and who attempted to try and cross the border back into Cyrodiil. Pari has no standing on the conflict between the Empire and the Stormcloaks, instead just trying her best to not get killed and by making a decent amount of coin.

Originally hailing from the coastal city of Anvil in Cyrodiil, Pari in her teens was enlisted in the Imperial Army during the Great war. However after returning home to Anvil only to find it in ruin, she decided to roam the lands of Tamriel doing what she did best. Essentially being a mercenary for hire..

Until she learned that she was actually very skilled in the art of thievery. And after a rather eventful induction into the Riften Thieves Guild, Pari eventually worked her way up through conspiracy solving and is now part of the secret inner circle known as the Nightingales.

That doesn’t mean she hasn’t stopped wandering however..

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Wizardry, Witchcraft and Hiding in Plain Sight: Pari’s JK Rowling’s Wizarding World Verse. In this particular verse, Pari is Muggle-Born, hailed from a non-magic parentage. She was however raised by her grandparents who ran an independent potions store. Of course, one can only keep their secret of being from a certain lineage a secret for so long. And on having that discovered by a former partner who loathed the idea of someone being less then a ‘Pure-Blood’ in their presence, Pari vanished into obscurity only to end up working at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade, not too far from where she spent some of her happiest years honing her skills. A former Hufflepuff, and still very proud where she came from, she’s often having a bit of banter with the patrons at the pub. She is also rather adept at potion brewing too..

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Putting the ‘Sin’ in Casino: Essentially what happens when an information broker with no direction takes on a random job which brings her all the way out to a place where things aren’t always what they seem. Las Vegas! A place where fortunes can be made and lost in the blink of an eye, and where lives can change in ways that no one can anticipate.. and in the neon lights, even the darkness can take hold.

[Please note, this particular verse may contain some themes of a demonic nature so if that’s not your thing, you’re welcome to blacklist this tag: putting the sin in casino: vegas verse ]

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Gaian Misadventures: Pari’s FFVII Verse. Currently working as a barkeep in Costa del Sol, Pari spends a lot of her time in the tourist trap. However, given the course of events brewing, it’s only a matter of time before life in Costa del Sol will change in turn. Even causing Pari to start going further afield..

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End of the World: Pari’s Fallout Verse, which can be specified to start off in the timeline of Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas or Fallout 4.

Three: After having to leave Vault 101 in search of a missing relative many years previously and the misadventures that had followed, Pari is still roaming the Capital Wasteland. Somehow managing to survive and still desperately trying to prove that being born and raised in a vault has no standing on how a person adapts.

New Vegas: Being a Courier was never easy. Even moreso when one is ambushed and left for dead while having said package removed from them. After a spell of recovery in Goodsprings, our plucky Courier sets off to find the people who had left a bullet in her head and to settle the score.. as well as retrieve the package that was taken from her.

Four: Pari thought that being admitted into Vault 111 would be the key to survival for herself and her family. However, that was not the case as she and her family were cryogenically frozen! Years later, she is awoken and after having to witness her spouse being ruthlessly murdered and her child being taken from her, she’s put back into cryostasis. What’s a lady to do on waking up years later? Simple. Get even. However being something of a woman out of time is a little more testing than she hoped..

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Anomaly Solving Anomaly: Pari’s Dragonball Xenoverse Verse, predominantly based in the setting of the second game. An Earthling Time Patroller based in Conton City, Pari is continuously trying to protect the timelines from any perceivable threats.. it’s something of an exciting challenge.

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Dead and Out of this World: Pari’s Vampiric Verse. After being made into a vampire almost two hundred years previously and still looking like a fresh faced lady in her early thirties, Pari is.. somewhat trying her best to adapt to the more modern age. The hair may have been cut and changed, the fashion more up to speed but some old habits die ridiculously hard. And modernity is something that our vampiric lady is trying her best to adapt to.

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Stand and Deliver: Pari’s JJBA Verse. This verse begins a good few years after Pari’s break with her ex, Robert and he in turn is linked in a chain of events which have led to this point.

One could agree that they are in fact bizarre.

While in the company of Robert Kinsley, it wasn’t entirely uncommon for him to collect ancient and unusual artefacts. One of the more noted ones being a rather unusual bow and arrow. Neither Pari nor Robert knew of its purpose.

.. Until the moment came where in which Robert fired the arrow at Pari as she tried to get away from him after their final and extremely tempestuous fight.

Everything in her world went dark, and she found herself succumbing to the arrow fired into her. However, she kept trying to rouse herself. On eventually opening her eyes, she realised something.

Not only had Pari survived the shot but was faced with a very unusual apparition. The room she was in had been filled with a kind of fog, thick enough to not only obscure her movements so that she could try and make a break for it, but also confusing Robert because of its effects.

The apparition seemed to vaguely resemble a human in the thick smog, and it seemed to be driven along with her need to live. To survive.

Thankfully Pari had managed to get away from Robert with the help of her newly acquired apparition, and from then on has been trying to learn more about what it is and why in times of mental focus, it keeps appearing. And why she is currently at the point of being able to run into reflective spaces nearby only to reappear in adjacent surfaces due to what she only knows as a very confusing and yet somewhat helpful ‘ghost’, who she knows very little about aside from the fact that they are inexplicably bound.

A truly bizarre chain of events indeed.

{Please note that I have yet to figure out where on the JJBA timeline I plan on putting this verse, but as it’s dealing with the nature of Stands, it’s safe to say that it’s definitely set somewhere along Stardust Crusaders and Diamond is Unbreakable. I have only just started watching Diamond is Unbreakable however, so this verse may be subject to being edited much later on.}

About Pari’s Stand:

Stand Name:『 Smoke + Mirrors』

Stand User: 『Pari Vass』

Namesake: Album/Song Name name by Imagine Dragons

Appearance: A grey/silver gaseous humanoid figure when summoned, naturally very obscured regardless of surrounding environment. On closer inspection, the figure somewhat resembles a broken mirror. Fragmented, but not tangible.

Stand Ability: Can grant the user the ability to evade any potential hazardous situation, but only if there is some form of reflective surface close at hand. The user can, with this stand, basically run into the reflective surface and be shifted somewhere else. At present, it only will work for the nearest reflective area where in which the user will re-emerge. If such a surface isn’t available, Smoke + Mirrors essentially acts akin to a smoke grenade. As time passes, the stand’s abilities may evolve..

Stand Stats at present:

Power - E

Speed - C

Range - D

Durability - C

Precision - B

Potential - B

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City of the Dead: Resident Evil Verse

This particular verse is set between Resident Evil 2 and 3, and as such, Pari is making some sort of attempt to escape from Raccoon City. Will she somehow manage it? Will she succumb to the T-Virus and join the infected populous? Let’s find out.

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The Wandering Hunter: Legacy of Kain Verse

Pari’s place in this particular verse depends on which part of the timeline is in writing. However, the premise is the same. Pari is one of Nosgoth’s Vampire Hunters, but occasionally tends to go it alone and leave the human settlements to pursue a target. Perhaps not as crossbow trigger happy as some of her counterparts, this attitude of hers may lead to her undoing..

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Lady Strange: BPRD Verse

Pari in this verse is a new recruit to the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defence, after a rather messy incident involving her psychokinetic abilities and having to make some effort to try to use her abilities for a better purpose by order of the British Government. Of course, she doesn’t quite know what she’s letting herself in for yet, as our telekinetic will find out..

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