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[zimithrus1]

Ope, there he goes 😂

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[chickenpeep77]

It would be funny if the Rapture happened just before the series finale of some show

#christianity #rapture #Lets go *duck tales moon theme* #The Uppening #The day they finally take me away #Then I'll finally get my hands on all that sweet lore

[ddarker-dreams]

Wither. Yan Kaeya x F Reader [COMM]

Warnings: Underlying yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, depictions of trauma and anxiety.  Word count: 3k. 

Third installment of Transfixed and Equinox. 

If there’s anyone who understands the nuance of loss, it’s Kaeya Alberich.

Not many had the privilege of knowing this about him, but those who did might find themselves subjected to some wry humor when enough alcohol flowed through his system. To most, his remarks might come off as cryptic, more befitting of a bard’s tale than their idea of the whimsical Cavalry Captain. A sobered up Kaeya the following morning could barely blame them for not taking him seriously. Lost and condemned homelands, being abandoned by one patriarch for another, duels fought over soil where blood had recently flowed alongside secrets better kept behind closed lips.

It adds and adds and adds.

One needn’t be an architect to understand this basic principle: continue stacking weight atop an unsteady foundation, and you run the risk of it toppling over altogether.

This is the point Kaeya finds himself at.

The precipice of total collapse.

Jean, the Acting Grand Master, had gone so far as to personally beseech Kaeya to take time off. In her own words, it wasn’t an order from a superior, but concern from a friend. Kaeya had been all but shut up in his office for the rise and fall of multiple moons, his sole lifeline to the outside world Noelle scuttering meals in timely intervals. Jean entered without knocking, since those who tried that method were promptly sent off.

“This isn’t healthy,” she told him. There were maps of Mondstadt strewn about the floor, his curtains pulled taut to refuse the entry of sunlight, and the wax of candles burning for far too long at their lowest point. “I know I might not have the right to speak on this, but taking the time to rest is an important part of working too. We can’t operate without it.”

“For ages, you dealt with complaints that I wasn't working hard enough. It isn’t until the pendulum swings in the other direction that you bother getting involved.”

Jean took the criticism like water off a duck’s back. “Because, unlike some, I see how diligent you work even when the lesser trained eye cannot. This new extreme won’t get you anywhere worth being. You trust me, don’t you? Then you must know I’m taking this seriously. What I commit myself to, I get done.”

He smiled at that. “The same could be said for me.”

“For better or for worse,” she agreed with a sigh. “The lead we’re following is solid. Oh, don’t look at me like that — I’m sure your sources already informed you what I planned to announce in tomorrow morning’s debriefing. We have multiple confirmed sightings from reputable witnesses that the Abyss is making encampments near Wolvendom. Why not rest up for the night so you’re at your best?”

“I thought it was awfully convenient how the door to your office was left open when one of my favorite guards just so happened to be stationed,” he still had yet to look up from the map on his desk. When Jean tracked the movements of Kaeya’s eye, she saw his attention was nowhere else but the aforementioned Wolvendom. He didn’t mind that she all but called him out for taking advantage and orchestrating an information leak, if anything, he’d been counting on it. Her compassion would be what let him get away with it.

A certain brother of his was in a similarly difficult position, he turned a blind eye to some of Kaeya’s more questionable behavior. He’d gladly use this short window to operate in the ways that’d serve him best. 

“We’re worried about you, Kaeya.”

He found it wise that she chose not to press the negative issue in favor of redirecting his attention. Clever, clever. Was that what it was like to be on the receiving end of his own ploys? He can’t say it’s very enjoyable. Nonetheless, he played the game set before him.

“And who exactly is ‘we’, might I ask?”

It wasn’t that he didn’t already know, far from it. He just wanted it spoken aloud; given form so tangible he could almost reach out and touch it. There is satisfaction to be found in sublime suffering. For if he was robbed of that, he mused, he’d be left unable to feel anything at all. Now that wouldn’t do.

Jean contemplated the merits of giving Kaeya what he wanted or what he needed. In the end, he reigned victorious, as she went with the former.

“[First]. You can act strong around her all you like, but she knows better. She sees past it and chooses not to say anything… in your presence, at least. Barbara tells me she’s more concerned with your condition than her own. That should be telling enough.”

At long last, Kaeya looked up from his map and pushed aside his seemingly endless schemes. The Dandelion Knight did not see a man who had lost his ambition, but one that clung to its thorns, no matter how much it made him bleed. He took pride in the pinpricks for it proved he would never let go.

A mutual, knowing glance was exchanged while words were withheld. It was understood then that no combination of clever lexicon or perfect intonation would move him. Perhaps Jean already knew she’d be unsuccessful in her endeavors, yet felt moved to try anyway, as it was better to try and fail than to recognize doing nothing would net the same results. Kaeya respected and adhered to that very notion himself.

“I’ll leave you to it, then,” Jean announced, her lips pulled into a firm line. He knew that expression well — unsatisfied, with a hint of regret. It’s the countenance that greeted him whenever he happened upon his reflection.

She paused just before her hand could twist the doorknob. “That glaze lily on your desk… if you tend to it too much, as you have been, it’ll be smothered by your efforts and wilt.”

Whether or not Jean spoke with the glaze lily in mind was debatable. But right at that point, Kaeya was in no mood to engage in discourse and preferred to leave it at that. There wasn’t anything she could tell him that he didn’t know himself.

“I’ll take note of your apparent botany expertise, Acting Grand Master.”

She hesitated, but in the end, left without another word.

-

Come morning, neither Jean nor Kaeya acknowledge the chasm formed by last night’s dialogue. They keep matters professional. Jean, for the sake of maintaining appearances, and Kaeya, because his attention could not be divided up any further. He’s certain that Crepus Ragnvindr himself could resurrect in front of his very eyes and he’d pay the miracle no mind.

As he fights, cutting through otherworldly forces that sought to do his beloved irreversible harm, it is your image and voice that guides his blade.

Kaeya, what would I do without you?

He remembers thinking it was a silly question at the time. For in his mind, he decided he’d always have you; and you, him. There was no other option. He’d entertain nothing else.

It’s like you always know what to say to make me feel better.

He had to. For if he didn’t, what use would you have for a depraved man such as himself?

This is a Windblume I give to you — a testament of my budding love.

What rotten soil he provided it with to grow. Whether it be arrogance or willful ignorance, he thought you could flourish, so long as he preemptively pulled out any weeds that might disturb you. Letters from your home that might encourage you to move back. Well-meaning friends who wondered why your schedule could never work to accommodate them, but always him. Job offers with enticing benefits yet hours too long for his liking. He dirtied his hands in every way imaginable and still, reality saw fit to remain a far cry from his fantasies.

Crimson drips from his silver blade, the tears from the weeping sky above washing it away.

The inclement weather had almost been enough for Jean to delay the attack. It was by his insistence that they carried through with their original plan, save for a few adjustments. Kaeya had prepared multiple strategies in anticipation of anything going wrong. This proved to be useful, for the Knights were successful in their endeavors. Some newer recruits were hurt but far from knocking on death’s door.

However, if it had served his designs, he wouldn’t have hesitated to send them all to an early grave. How fortunate they were that he found the sacrifice to be unnecessary today.

The few Abyss Mages that they rid the world of hardly quenched his thirst for revenge. How could it, when he’s personally had to witness the repercussions of what they did to you? The tears, the spurts of all-consuming anxiety, the nightmares he’d spend hours each night soothing you from? Recovery from a near-death experience was far from linear. For every good day, there seemed to be two bad ones lurking around the corner, waiting to grab you with their impish hands and drag you into the shadows.

Kaeya barely comprehends the fervent calls of his title in the distance. He’s diligent in scrutinizing the various details of the camp, everything from how long the firewood was burning to footprints entrenching themselves in his memory. Stooping over, he examines the mixture of soil where the Abyss Mages once stood, certain that it’ll clue him into discovering more.

“Captain… Kaeya,” a voice he recognizes as belonging to Swan huffs.

The Knight receives a hum in acknowledgment for his troubles.

This soil’s coloration and density is common in Cape Oath, he thinks. I’ll have patrols in the area increased. Perhaps twist it to sound more urgent than it actually is to ensure the higher-ups treat it with immediate attention…

“Um, sir,” Swan tries again to secure his attention. “I know you’re busy, but, [First] had an accident and I was sent to retrieve you—”

Kaeya is towering over him immediately. “What happened?”

His tone is sharp enough to rival the sword he so expertly wielded minutes earlier.

“Well, from what I can understand, [First]’s suffered loss of coordination following the attack on Mondstadt. She apparently fell at an awkward angle and injured her head. Barbara is treating her now, and while it isn’t fatal, she still thought it’d be best to have you alongside her due to how disoriented she is.”

Kaeya taps his foot repeatedly on the muddy ground. “When exactly did this occur?”

“T-Thirty or so minutes after you left, sir.”

“Then why am I hearing about this now, when that was six hours ago?”

“I was advised against interrupting such an important operation, a-and, well, with the weather—”

“The weather. You’re going to blame the weather,” Kaeya deadpans. There were some choice words and actions permeating the back of his mind, but this wasn’t the time or place to act on them. Not with so many witnesses. Swan’s complexion is pallid enough that any passerby might think he had seen a ghost. Such a specter might have been preferable to Kaeya’s chilled wrath.

Kaeya moves past the shuddering man without wasting another breath.

Nothing else matters to him as the scenery blends into an indiscernible blur. He runs as fast as his legs can carry him, ignoring the ache of his muscles and dull throbs of his head. The stormy clouds overhead make it difficult for him to navigate the winding paths and rocky roads, but he journeys onward, branches snapping beneath his feet. His thoughts are dominated by you, owned by you heart and soul. He would ensure that you’d never be without him. This solemn promise that he made to himself could never be broken.

Eventually, he stands before the familiar cobble bridge and gates of Mondstadt. Some people greet him, yet he barely registers their existence, finding them akin to a speck of dust. It wasn’t long ago that he ran this exact route with a similar sense of urgency — when the news came that you had woken up following your attack. At that time, he didn’t know what to expect and desperately wished that he did. He cannot say the same this go-round. He almost doesn’t want to know what awaits him past the doors of the Favonius Cathedral.

“[First]’s just in there,” Barbara tells him, having anticipated his arrival long in advance. Her voice is soft and steeped with sickeningly sweet empathy. “Be sure to keep your voice low, she’s fighting a nasty migraine. I’m sure she wants to see you regardless, though.”

Kaeya wonders if he’ll be able to form any words whatsoever from how out of breath he is. Regardless, he knows how seriously Barbara takes your health; he nods so that she’ll let him in.

You lay inside the small, infirmary-style room, resting on a white cot. He tries — and fails — not to wake you, the telltale squeaking from his wet boots giving him away in an instant. Your eyelashes flutter open, hazy eyes filling with mirth at the sight of your beloved. The smile you give him is nowhere near as forced as his own. There’s no suffering more visceral than seeing the only person you care for in pain. You may try and hide it, but he knows you too well. Your shallow breaths and occasional wince tell him everything your lips won’t.

“You’re absolutely drenched,” you point out, half-joking. Then, your compassion peaks through, like sunshine parting clouds on an overcast day. “I know they have some spare clothes here. It might not be as flashy as your normal garb, but it should do the trick.”

Kaeya kneels by your bedside. He helps himself to your hand, raising it and pressing his lips against the skin in silent reverence. “That desperate to see me get changed, huh? How risqué.”

Banter has always come naturally between you two. After you initially woke from the Abyss’ attack, you told him that while you understand his reasoning, he shouldn’t treat you any differently than how he used to. An impossible task — nonetheless, he agreed so you wouldn’t give him a hard time about it.

Your nose crinkles and you laugh. “You wish. This is—”

A paroxysm overcomes you. You cough and sputter, while Kaeya is helpless to do nothing but watch and look for a remedy to your ailment that doesn’t exist. Fortunately, the attack doesn’t last long, but it serves to further exacerbate your headache. He feels you squeeze down on his hand while you try and regain control over your rebellious body. A few minutes pass in silence until you’re well enough to speak again.

“I’m sorry I made you come all this way,” you mutter. He frowns, quickly deciding that he doesn’t like how you sound when dejected. “It sounds like whatever you were doing today was important. I didn’t… I didn’t ruin anything, did I?”

“What? Of course not,” he dispels the falsehood with a hammering heart. His voice lacks the usual bravado he’s known for. “The last thing I want is for you to feel bad. If I didn’t want to be here, trust me, we wouldn’t be talking right now. You know I’m great at weaseling out of stuff I don’t want to do, don’t you?”

He’s unsure who he’s truly introducing this levity for you, or himself.

Your lips quirk up but you lack the energy to give him a full smile. “Well, that isn’t wrong per se…”

“See? You know me so well,” the parts he wants you to know, at least. He places another kiss on top of your hand. “Now, here’s what I want you to do. I want you to remember that you put up with a person like me. Ah, there’s a good expression, I can tell you’re giving it plenty of thought. Good, good. Okay, back to our little mental exercise. How many people do you think could do that, hm? Not many, I can tell you that much.”

Kaeya squeezes your hand softly. “And then there’s you…”

“Beautiful.”

He kisses your inner wrist.

“Resilient.”

Then your shoulder.

“Precious.”

Finally, your forehead. “Utterly lovable, you. So look me in the eye and tell me you don’t think this arrangement is fair. Because maybe it isn’t — just not for the reason you believe. I’m the one making out like a bandit here, not the other way around. I get the honor of saying you’re mine. Got it?”

When you stare at him the way you are now, he remembers just why he adores you so, to the point he’d let himself go mad.

“You still want me to be yours then, despite all the trouble I cause?”

“Trouble,” he repeats the word, almost incredulous. “You’re the furthest thing from it. Perish the thought.”

If you’re trouble, then he can’t fathom what label could be applied to him.

This ardent promise of his appears to settle down your concerns for now. He knows fog as thick as the kind plaguing you can’t be remedied with a few, sweet words, but he hopes he can stave it off for the time being. You settle down back into the bed upon his prompting. He’ll need a towel to dry off where he got you damp in his fit of passion. If you’re bothered by it, you don’t complain, not that he’d ever expect you to.

There are few sounds, save for your soft breathing and occasional footsteps outside the room.

“Kaeya?” You speak up, tentative.

“Hm?”

“Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?”

“You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried,” he promises. “Rest up. And try to dream about me a lot too while you’re at it.”

Another laugh. Kaeya swears that a divine-led chorus could scarcely compare to the delight birthed in his chest upon hearing the sound.

His current life with you might not be exactly what he envisioned — but there’s nothing he’s better at than improvising. What matters the most is that he can call you his without you disagreeing. If you knew everything he’d done to earn the right to say that, he’d doubt you’d accept it with the same ease that you do now.

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[duckprintspress]

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Our 36 contributors have stretched their imaginations to present innovative stories exploring what a masquerade can be…and, of course, tell rich, engaging tales of wonderful queer folk finding love, companionship, acceptance, the queer platonic relationship of their dreams, or the found family they deserve. The collected works feature characters in all the colors of the Pride rainbow, queer and genderqueer, and these diverse individuals inhabit worlds ranging from science fiction settings where everyone must be masked to breathe, to fantasies where no one wears a literal mask but everyone shows the world a false guise, to iterations of the real world where some people lean into deception.

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[magic-in-onyx]

Fakiru Week 2023 Day 6: Chains

Upon the Oak an epitaph hidden,  And beneath its roots  A prisoner chained. 

The truest and purest of Despairs,  Is one which never ends. 

Ties are many  In this tale;  Chains are few,  But cruel, and as firm as any. 

One pair ensnares the limbs  Of a noble soul,  Hiding him from view,  And the world from himself. 

The second peels the skins  Off dolls which true skin have not;  Enslaves daughters to fathers implacable.  These invisible to the eye are,  And entrap one’s will and self, hang them  On strings  Held by a Puppeteer’s unrelenting hand. 

The final pair of chains  Half broken is already –  A blade of silver steel, held in a palm firm and steady,  Torn them had by granting freedom and pluck  To a tender yellow little duck. 

She now only chained remains  By her past connection,  By her lingering affection,  And by her reluctance to abandon  A former friend, a love that was better off not to be,  In affliction  Dire. 

Fire  Calms in many hours’ time.  The Sentry and his Lady venture forth  Through the embers meekly,  Which in turn gradually simmer down  To ashes warm and feeble.  A guiding moonlit glare  Shows the way  To the forest’s crown –  The largest of the oaken trees. 

A maze the forest is –  A maze of memories and visions,  A materialisation of tricks,  From the bag of the Puppeteer. 

The Sentry – the Creator,  Remains poised and centred  Amid the swirling dreams;  Many horrid futures before his eyes  Dance, playing obscure themes and schemes  Written by the old man’s pen,  The pen of an elder who should have long died. 

But the Creator  His own Fate had long summoned, challenged,  To stand against the old Spinner’s Clotho.  And stand it does, just as enduring, just as willful!  Its quill draws the Stars’ paths, connecting,  Breathing life into routeways previously unimagined.  The Stars sparkle with the Moon’s glow,  Steady and slow – They mandate the rhythm, the flow  To follow. 

“The Stars will be our guides,  “The Moon will light the way,  “Death will be our ally,  “So that we may heal and live another day.”  So mutters the Creator,  So quotes his Fate! 

The little duck’s jewel-half cruor  Shivers and gleams  Upon their final ascent.  Darkness meets them once more, on a plane void  Of moon or starlight –  The ancient canopy does not permit its descent. 

The Blutenglühen is responded to  By the Oaken Tree’s tender gilded hue,  A shimmer shy, from within the bog of Truth. 

Upon the Oak an epitaph;  A Fate most imminent, a Spectacle for many, a rendezvous for two.  Engraved in gold and etched in roots of ancient wisdom.  Inscribed into the Oaken Tree  A tale of One, Two, Three.  To seek it out you must inquire not after ancient wisdom  Enshrined,  But instead look without pursuing.  Upon the old bark  An inscription;  To choose a Fate toward doom which leads,  Would it truly be Happiness?

From beyond the Oaken bark,  From beyond the gilded glimmer of its script,  A lonesome, hollow moan echoes.  It’s the sound of  The Prince’s fate of Sorrow,  Brought forth by the bellows  Of his regret,  The shouts and shrieks and cries tearful  Of the weight of his heart. 

Upon the Oak an epitaph hidden,  And beneath its roots  A prisoner chained. 

The truest and purest of Despairs,  Is one which never ends.

**

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AO3

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[ggworldnews]

DuckTales: Reliving the Adventure! 🦆✨

Hey there! I just had to share this incredible news with all of you because it's a total game-changer (pun intended)! Get ready to dive into a tale of nostalgia and gaming awesomeness because I'm about to spill the beans on the creation of the DuckTales game. Buckle up! Okay, picture this: a team of dedicated developers, fueled by their love for the iconic DuckTales animated series, set out on a mission to bring our favorite feathered friends to life in the gaming world. They poured their heart and soul into every pixel, every line of code, and every catchy tune to create an experience that would transport us back to our childhoods. From the very beginning, they knew they had something special on their hands. They wanted to capture the essence of the show, its adventurous spirit, and the lovable characters that made us laugh and cheer. And boy, did they succeed! The game is a true labor of love, a testament to the power of passion and dedication. They meticulously crafted the gameplay, blending platforming, exploration, and puzzle-solving in a way that keeps us hooked for hours on end. The levels are beautifully designed, taking us to iconic locations like the Amazon, Transylvania, and even the Moon! And let's not forget the epic boss battles that make us feel like true heroes alongside Scrooge McDuck. But it's not just the gameplay that shines here. The visuals are a stunning homage to the original hand-drawn animation, with vibrant colors and attention to detail that make us feel like we're part of an actual DuckTales episode. And the cherry on top? The soundtrack! They brought back the iconic DuckTales theme song and composed new tracks that perfectly capture the spirit of each level. Talk about a nostalgia overload! So, my fellow DuckTales enthusiasts, if you haven't already, I highly recommend you grab your controllers and embark on this epic adventure. It's a game that not only pays tribute to a beloved TV show but also stands on its own as a masterpiece. Kudos to the talented team behind it for bringing our childhood dreams to life. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some treasure to hunt and some ducks to save!

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[plethoraworldatlas]

Duck Börg- The post-apocalyptic Duck Tales TTRPG

DUKK BÖRG is a grindhouse fantasy tabletop game about ducks banding together in pursuit of death or treasure before the world ends. Inspired by the beloved Saturday morning cartoon DuckTales and the apocalyptic doom metal ttrpg MÖRK BORG, DUKK BÖRG introduces characters, places, and treasures found long after the McDuck clan’s adventures have finished, the moon has exploded, and the sun has turned red in its dying days.

In DUKK BÖRG you are the treasure hunters and gizmo speakers that seek to be the richest ducks of a dying world. You will form your own clan of found family, hoping that together you’re smarter than the smarties and tougher than the toughies. You will face off against witches and crime syndicates, seek out ancient treasures, explore the doomed city of DUKK BÖRG and the surrounding Calikotan environs, and watch helplessly as apocalyptic psalms based on the classic theme song tick down to doom.

On Kickstarter.

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[game-boy-pocket]

Today, I beat Ducktales.

For the most part, video games aren't a source of nostalgia for me, as I came into most retro games far later in my life, i'm still playing new ones all the time, not to mention the ones I actually did play as a kid, I re-play quite frequently, if possible... TV and Movies though? That's the nostalgia mine for me, and Duck Tales hits me really heavy in that regard, heck, hearing the theme song makes me emotional at times because it takes me back to less painful times. The Ducktales Movie in particular was a childhood favorite of mine.

Now, I actually did play a little bit of Duck Tales as a kid but I couldn't really get the hang of the pogo stick controls, or even figure out wat the objective was. So I didn't really return to it much. I played it years later, and I still didn't really "get" it. I said "hmmm. Could be fun to play this more seriously some time" but every time I attempted it, I either started at the Amazon or the Moon, and never made it very far, and gave up.. though the music stuck with me. Especially the Moon theme, which delighted me when it showed up in the 2017 Ducktales cartoons.

This Nintendo Power project is really making me stick to things this time though and as it turns out, this game isn't very hard at all... I mean it's not easy, but it's very manageable if you learn to manipulate enemy spawn points in a few areas. I definitely see myself coming back to this one in the future now that I understand the game better, and you better believe i'll look into the sequel when the time comes.

The cover game in issue of Nintendo Power #9 is Tetris... not really a game I can "beat", but other featured games are Willow ( A Zelda-like based on movie of the same name, not a very good one but I hear the game is alright ), and Ironsword: Wizard's and Warriors II, but I am still chipping away at games from previous issues, as well as playing Final Fantasy premptively ahead of issue 12 so I can squeeze more RPGs in between shorter games. So I won't be moving on just yet.

#pocket plays #nes #ducktales

[the-traveling-poet]

CH. 1 ~ The R.O.S.E.

(This fic will contain potentially sensitive themes, such as; graphic violence, strong language, alcoholism, smoking, general gore, and perhaps some sexual themes later on. I’ll be basing this fic on both the manga and the anime, as well as some added twists and turns added in by yours truly.)

A/N: I thought I’d post something for V-Day, though it isn’t romance :p

Should you like to read further ahead, I have more chapters posted here!

taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe @pelicanpizza (If you’d like added to the taglist for either R.O.S.E. chapters or regular Levi content, just DM me!)

Enjoy~

Previous Chapters

Dodge left. Dodge right. Duck your head, then twist forward.

Leaping up, the woman swiftly tucked in on herself and easily flew through the tangle of rough tree branches attempting to block her path. All was near silent in the gloomy forrest, causing every movement she made to bounce and echo off every nearby tree and every hill. If she dared to stop to catch her breath, she would hear nothing more than the buzz of insects inhabiting the forrest floor below and the gentle blow of the breeze sifting through the leaves of every tree around her for miles.

As it were now, rushing along high above the forrest floor, all she could truly hear was the mechanical whirls of her gear as she shot anchor after anchor into thick stems of bark, and the containers strapped to her back puffing out air to propel her forward with more momentum than she could produce from gravity alone.

It was liberating, in a way; flying so quickly through the open air as thought weightlessly, seeing the world below as though through the gaze of a young hawk above compared to the world seen seen through the eyes of a man on foot.

Had the constant reminder of the job at hand not plauged her every thought, she would have enjoyed these triweekly missions beyond the walls. But as she looked down far below her dangling feet and met the lifeless eyes of Survey Corps soldiers laying in bloody and mangled heaps, any semblance of joy faded from her eyes in an instant.

"Circle back; gather the wagons and take Bax with you." Aveline's order carried over her shoulder with the breeze, quiet so as to keep all emotion from her raspier tone.

Her comrade stiffly nodded, his widened gaze stuck on the corpses below in silent repulsion.

"Yes ma'am, Captain Aveline," the young boy replied with an attempt at a grin, crooked as it was; trying desperately to lighten the mood as he so often attempted on missions such as these.

Aveline glanced over her shoulder to toss him a sympathetic smile, knowing all too well the tell-tale signs from her cadet that told her he was particularly nervous.

"Thanks, Dione." She nodded, returning her gaze to the front.

Normally, she would be down there with the others; her squad. But ever since the incident two months back, she's resigned to patrolling their borders to keep her companions and herself safe from threats.

Briefly, Aveline came to a stop high up in the nearest pine to watch her young cadet zip away into the darkness, only the light of the moon illuminating the metal gears strapped with leather around his limbs to show her where he was. Had it not been for the subtle glow of the full moon above, she never would have known which way Dione had disappeared. Once he was out of her sight, Aveline turned her attention back to her surroundings.

On her way to this perch, she'd seen nearly thirty soldiers lying stone cold upon the unforgiving ground, remnants of the Survey Corp's latest expedition. Whispering a silent apology towards where they all lay, the Garrison Captain shot her wires into the tree behind her and began her decent to the forrest floor.

The moment her feet touched the ground, she fell into a crouch and retracted her cables. No threats occupied her nearby surroundings, making her relax only slightly.

As the distant sound of wooden wheels thumbing against rough terrain echoes louder against the hills, Aveline allowed her self a breath of relief.

So far, so good.

As her team rounded the corner and came into her vision, Aveline sheathed her blades and stood to the side of the worn path at her feet. Immediately she caught sight of young Dione Richthofen, followed closely by her second in command, Baxten Brooks. The torch the brawny man held above the heads of his comrades illuminated the face of Lyra Malik, only a few paces behind him. She was Aveline's youngest Cadet of the bunch, younger even than Dion.

The poor girl looked pale, paler than usual as her eyes shifted rapidly across every shadow the forrest provided, as she gripped the reins of her horse. For the hundredth time now the thought crossed Aveline's mind that such a young soldier deserves better than to be put in such a position as this; locating and retrieving the mangled corpses of fallen comrades.

Some of which, they might have known once. Through gashes and tears, it was hard to tell them all apart at times.

Glancing down at the body nearest her position, Aveline cringed at the thought of potentially having known this young man during her three years in boot camp. Could he be the boy she once sat by in the cramped mess hall, keeping company against the anxiety of his choice to join the Scouts?

Or perhaps the boy who had inspired the young Captain herself by swearing on his life to find freedom for his family beyond the walls, preaching to his fellow young recruits how they must fight?

In the state of the man's body now, Aveline knew she'd never know. And that's what made her job gut wrenching, on a good day.

On a bad day, she would recognize the frozen screams of terror etched onto the pale faces of soldiers she personally lifted up into her squad's wagon, only to stand before their families with what remained a day later.

The wails of a parent losing their child for a second time was a sound Aveline wished she could erase from her mind, but the image was already deeply etched into her mind, corrupting any chance she took at attempting to sleep.

Thankfully, Aveline's attention was drawn away from her thoughts as Norbert Digs, her squad's supplier, called out in frustration.

"Richthofen, slow down! You're gonna make our work harder than it needs to be!" Norbert cursed, trying his best to keep his tone even and low as he brought his steed to a stop and adjusted his cape better around his thin build.

"How? I mean...it's not like they're going anywhere," Dione slowed his steed to a stop, staring inquisitively at his comrade.

Baxten stopped just shy of being at Dione's side, smacking a hand onto the younger man's half shaven head. He didn't have to reach too high either as, despite also being on horseback, he towered over everyone present.

"You dumbass, show some respect!" He hissed, earning a squeak of surprise from the confused boy.

"If you continue to speed ahead like this, you could further trample the bodies we have to recover," Baxten continued on; his tone lighting significantly as he caught sight of the disapproving look Aveline shot his way.

Dione's wide brown eyes seemed to shine with understanding as he looked up to Baxten. The man only sighed, masking the slight humor he found in this twisted situation, and ruffled the boy's short swarthy locks before trotting ahead.

Dione fixed his hair hastily with a distressed grunt before following suit.

Sighing in exasperation, the Captain turned and scanned the half-clearing surrounding them.

"On the way here along our path, I spotted nearly thirty bodies. We'll grab them, salvage when we can, and pick up any more on our route back to the walls. We've got an hour and a half to get back before daybreak." She spoke lowly, darkened eyes only adding to the shadows crossing over her face against the moon.

Her cadets were quick to salute, a quick shout of understanding leaving them simultaneously as they adjusted their reins and took off back along the path she's scouted. They hadn't gotten far before Aveline spoke out.

"Richthofen, stay near Malik!"

Dione turned over his shoulder and grinned, riding closer to Lyra.

"Aye aye, Cap'n."

The younger girl sighed under her breath at the positive grin Dione threw her way, but said nothing in response to this order as she tucked her thin dark hair behind a pale ear and trotted on.

After one last check of her squad, Aveline changed course to scout further ahead. For yards, she found no more bodies; a sight for sore eyes, she always said.

But still, she searched in any area a body might land. How could she leave any behind, dead or alive?

Finding no further sign of decomposition after several minuets passed, she ran a hand through her hair in relief. Perhaps not as many had fallen this last expedition?

Just as she was about to turn back to aid her squad with the bodies, a deep groan reverberated off the trees. Stopping dead in her tracks, Aveline immediately fell into a crouch and gripped the handles of her blades.

Just behind her, a gust of air ruffled through her hair, warming her skin with a stench so prudent she nearly lost her concentration.

Watching the shadows shift on the ground, she waited till the last second to tuck into a roll off to her right, just narrowly missing being grasped by a pair of giant, calloused hands.

Sucking in a breath, Aveline spun on her heel in time to catch sight of the titan's face. Swiping the thick tawny hair away from her eyes, she nearly gagged.

Warty, pale skin stood out against the dark. Eyes the size of her head stared back at her curiously as its mouth gaped open with another low groan.

Gritting her teeth, Aveline didn't hesitate to unsheathe her swords and hold them at the ready.

Memories from only three weeks ago flooded her mind, making her hands shake as she stared at the very reason a quarter of her squad were no longer dedicating their hearts to humanity.

As though motivated by her distress, the titan pounced with speed it shouldn't possess, hands coated in blood long dried up reaching out towards her head.

With a grunt Aveline slid under its grasp, bringing her blades up to slice through the titan's fingers, severing them with a wet crack.

Ignoring how its blood felt soaking through her hair, Aveline staggered to her feet and shot her wires into the nearest tree. Once higher up then the titan could reach, she watched on in disgust as its fingers started to form back into place with a sickening sizzle.

Should she kill the beast now, or return to her squad? She was by no means a Scout, not anymore; could she even do it? Center of the nape, one meter deep and ten centimeters across; she remembered from boot camp. But could she follow through?

She wasn't left with much choice as the titan gave a frustrated growl and started to tear at the branches and bark of her tree.

Taking in one last deep breath, one that could very well be her last, she allowed gravity to pull her down. Switching her grip on her handles midair, she aimed towards the nape.

I'll be damned before I see more of my men go to you bastards.

Blood made her grip falter, nearly losing purchase of the cold metal in her hand. The cool night air burned her eyes, and her feet stung from the force in which she landed on the ground. Losing a breath she hadn't realized she had held the moment she fell, she peered over her shoulder. And there it lay, twitching against the grass; a chunk of its neck laying discarded in a mushy heap a few feet from its head.

Aveline watched for a moment as its body started to sizzle away, before spinning on her heel to race back to her squad.

It burned, how the titan's blood evaporated from her skin against the chill of the air rushing past her. But she couldn't afford to think of discomfort now. She had to reach her squad before another one woke up.

With pale eyes squinted against the breeze, she prayed she wouldn't be too far away, nor too late…

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#lynn’s fics #attack on titan fanfiction #aot fanfiction #aot fanfic #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #snk fanfiction #snk fanfic #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x reader slow burn #erwin smith #hange zoe

[survey--s]

292.

What’s your favourite flavour of soda, pop or whatever else you call it? Pepsi Max - either the regular stuff or the raspberry flavoured one.

What level of brightness do you usually keep your phone at? I have it set so it adjusts depending on the outside light.

Have you ever attended a religious or private school? Yes to both of those.

Do you have any pets and are they cuddly? We have four - two are cuddly, one is kind of half-and-half and the fourth is a fat grumpy lump who only graces you with his presence once in a blue moon, lol.

What’s the worst job you’ve ever had? My last job as deputy manager of a retail shop.

How many cars does your household own? Two - we have one each.

Do you know anyone named Edward or any nickname of that? Not anymore, but I have done in the past, sure.

What time do you usually have dinner? I don’t really tend to eat dinner - I have lunch late (around 2-30pm) and then I just tend to snack in the evenings.

Are there any cracks or scuffs on your phone? No.

What’s your favourite meat? Chicken, duck or pork.

Do you need glasses to read or drive or need them all the time? I need them all the time.

How did you celebrate your last New Years Eve? Uh, we just stayed home - maybe we got takeaway? I don’t really remember.

Is the internet fast where you live? Yeah, it’s a decent speed considering how rural we are.

What is your favourite meal of the day and why? Lunch, just because it’s the one where I’m the most hungry and we also tend to go out for lunch a fair bit.

Do you like long surveys or short surveys better? Medium-length. Normally around 25-40 questions is good.

Xbox, PlayStation or neither? xBox.

Have you ever been to a cocktail bar? Yeah, I used to love cocktail bars - I haven’t been to one for ages though.

Do you consider yourself a fast typer? Yes.

What’s the best amusement park you’ve ever visited? Alton Towers.

Do you keep the cabinets in your kitchen and bathroom organized? Ha, I just spend about an hour re-organising the kitchen cupboards. If I lived alone, they’d stay that way. But Mike is really not a tidy person, lol.

Have you ever had a romantic fling? Sure.

Are you a very forgetful person? No. I have a weirdly good memory, which isn’t always a good thing.

What was the last movie you saw in the cinema? Cats. I haven’t been to the cinema since way before COVID hit.

How old were you when you got your first car? Twenty one.

What colour is your shampoo? Like a pearly white colour.

Are you doing anything tomorrow? Working 8.30-2pm, then I have a riding lesson after that.

Do you know anyone who’s gotten pregnant over the age of 40? Yeah.

Tell me a silly little wives’ tale you believed when you were a child. That eating your crusts would make your hair curly.

Who does most of the grocery shopping in your home? We kind of split it - I do the main weekly shop and Mike does the top-ups.

Have you ever been approached by someone in public preaching about religion? Yeah, I actually find that kind of thing really intimidating and I don’t understand why people think it’s a good idea.

Are you listening to music right now? If so, what’s the theme of the lyrics. No, I’m currently watching Amèlie.

What was the last thing you had to eat? A solero.

#survey #surveys

[comradedevmon]

Why is this so beautiful

#Duck tales moon theme #Splatoon 2 #Jellyfish from splatoon

[violetganache42]

Can we please get a full-length version of the Moon Theme used in this episode on YouTube, iTunes, or something? Dominic Lewis absolutely killed it!

#my video #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #ducktales reboot #tales! reactions #whatever happened to della duck?! #della duck #moon theme

[scanlined]

#moon theme #duck tales #classic video game #video game #sound track #nod #moment #gameboy

[whatisupdogg]

cue lawnmower flying into the air. also, this is SUCH a good tune and people need to know it’s more than a meme

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My jazz quartet, the Dumpster Cats, played a show on Friday the 13th, consisting of a bunch of game tunes! All arrangements were done by me, aside from the jazz standards. Check out this tune from our concert: World One!

#ducktales #duck tales #moon theme #jazz #music #vgm

[capneatdrawsleeprepeat]

((Turn the sound on))

The quality sucks but that's what makes it better lmao, I fucking hate and love them at the same time god

#song is duck tales moon theme #southpark #south park #craig tucker #clyde donovan #sp clyde #sp clyde donovan #sp craig tucker #sp craig #fuckers #i love them #i hate them too however

[minalunarys]

Della's Moon Lullaby | DuckTales | Disney Channel

So Della duck is now my favorite cartoon character. She sing wonderfully and is full of determination. i can’t wait to see more of her story, and to see her reunited with her family.

#Duck tale #Della Duck #new episode #moon theme