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supernaturalfreewill · 4 years

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Words: 4,380 Sam x Reader Warnings: None really! A/N: SURPRISE! This is the first part of a new Sammy series! I think it will be around 4 parts, but last time I said that Mess Is Mine happened so... I just won't guess this time. I'm working on like 8 other stories right now, but this one refused to go away unless I put it down. Based on this imagine .

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Your sister and Dean were arguing about who had won the last game of poker, a fairly frequent occurrence during your weekly game night. You were startled to find that Sam was already looking at you when you looked up from stacking the cards back into the game case. It sent a jolt like an electric-tinged chill up your spine. The best you could do back was to smile at him briefly and tear your eyes away.

“Well, I’m heading to bed I think,” your sister said, yawning and stretching. She stood and wrapped her arms around Sam’s neck from behind, leaning in close to give him a kiss. “Are you coming to bed?” she asked him pointedly.

Your stomach tightened into a knot. “’Scuse me,” you said with a forced smile. You gathered a few empty bottles and glasses and exited for the kitchen abruptly.

Once there all you could do was lean over the sink, white-knuckling the edge of the counter, trying to think of anything but what you actually were thinking of… Footsteps behind you jolted you into action. You blasted the water on and grabbed the soap and a sponge.

“Relax. It’s just me,” Dean said.

You dropped the pretense of washing the dishes and spun to face him where he was leaning against the table giving you a knowing look. “Y/N…” he started.

“Don’t.”

“But? But?! My sister, Dean! My sister! How could I do that to her?” you demanded. “I can’t. I can’t do that.” You couldn’t meet Dean’s eyes.

He let out a heavy sigh. “Then you’re going to be stuck just where you are now. Wouldn’t you rather regret going for it than sitting back and not trying?”

You glared at him. “I think I’d regret ruining my relationship with the one blood relative I have left.” There was a tense silence that stretched far longer than was comfortable before you finally broke it. “I’m going to bed… Tell them goodnight for me.”

“Wait,” Dean called after you.

“Goodnight, Dean.” You hugged him, long enough for him to sigh heavily again and plant a kiss on the top of your head.

“Goodnight…” he murmured, and then you were gone with a soft padding of stocking feet.

Dean wandered back out into the library to find Sam still sitting at the table, a fresh glass of something in front of him. “Isn’t that like your fourth nightcap?” Dean asked.

Sam glowered at him momentarily. “Pot. Kettle. Black,” he said.

Dean pulled a face and shrugged. “Fair enough.” He poured himself a share of whiskey too and sat down across from his little brother. “Isn’t someone waiting for you?” Dean asked.

Sam’s jaw tensed. “Yeah, I–I told her I’d be in in a bit…” He hesitated and cleared his throat a little awkwardly. “…Where’s Y/N?”

Dean was just about ready to scream. “Bed. Told me to tell you ‘goodnight.’”

“Oh… okay.” Sam drank deeply from his glass, nearly draining it.

Dean raised his eyebrows at his little brother. “Something you want to share with the class? Thoughts, maybe?”

Sam shook his head. “No.”

Dean left a beat of silence. “You know, you’ve been putting kind of a dent in my whiskey lately. You think I haven’t noticed? Am I supposed to just pretend that new bottle was 2/3 empty when I bought it.”

Sam shifted uncomfortably and gulped down the tightness in his throat to little effect.

“Sammy… come on. Talk to me. What the hell is going on in that long-maned head of yours?”

Sam shut his eyes for a moment and chewed his bottom lip. “I’m in love with Y/N,” he blurted out. “And it’s a mess. I’m with her sister. I’m dating her sister! And I’m love with Y/N.” There was something like anguish in his voice.

Dean stared across the table at Sam’s tortured expression. There was nothing to say to that.

“So, you know what? I’m taking a leaf out of your book and having a few nightcaps… that way when I wake up in the morning on the right side of the wrong bed, maybe I won’t care so much...” He downed the little remaining in his glass. “And I really can’t deal with a lecture from you right now, Dean, so just–just don’t. Night.”

Sam got up, leaving his empty glass behind, and stalked out.

“Jesus fu–am I living in the goddamn Twilight zone or some shit?! Didn’t I just have this conversation?!” Dean muttered aloud to himself. “There is not enough fucking whiskey in the world right now for this…” And with that he poured himself another.

_ _ _ _ _ _

You woke up very early, having gone to bed much before your usual time simply because you wanted to be unconscious… It seemed to be the only time you didn’t have that ache in your midsection and painful swirl of thoughts in your brain. You headed for the kitchen, looking forward to a hot cup of coffee and maybe some quiet self-reflection to stop your spinning. But you were surprised to find that you weren’t the only one awake despite the very early hour.

“Oh—” you let out a little surprised noise when you crossed the threshold and Sam looked up from his place at the center island.

“Y/N,” he said, his eyes a little surprised. He straightened up in his seat. “Hey.” He had passed some fitful portion of the night beside your sister and finally surrendered to insomnia. He had hoped that not lying next to her, feeling like a liar, would diminish his anxiety but it had proved to be mostly wishful thinking. He rubbed a hand anxiously over the back of his neck. “You’re up early,” he said.

“Yeah, umm… went to bed early so…” You smoothed a hand over your hair, quite sure that it was probably unruly from your tossing and turning all night. Sam loved that. “Coffee?” you asked. He jumped to his feet.

“Yeah. Of course. Let me get it for you,” he said.

“Oh, thanks.” Sam poured you a big mug of coffee from the pot and went to the fridge to grab some milk.

“You just take milk, right?” he asked, even though he knew the answer. He knew how you liked your coffee. He always knew what book you were reading. He knew your favorite color was seafoam. He knew you liked a gin and tonic with about an entire lime in it. He knew you liked whiskey and water, and dark beer, and the lavender-scented dryer sheets. He knew every little detail about you and he loved every single one.

“Yeah. Thank you,” you said. You accepted the mug from Sam and his fingers brushed yours as he handed it to you. You knew how cliché and stupid it was, but your heart still jumped at the contact. Is this what you would have to keep living on? A split second of Sam? You felt like a drug addict, sustaining only on the thought of the next high. You studied him as he sat down at the island again and you quickly noticed the dark circles under his eyes. “…Are you alright?”

Sam’s eyes flickered up to meet yours, startled a little by the question. God, how badly he wanted to answer truthfully. He wanted to tell you, No. I’m not alright. I’m not. I’m living a lie I don’t know how to get out of without ruining the path to what I really want. Instead he nodded. “Yeah,” he said, sipping his coffee. “Just a little tired.”

“Mmm. Trouble sleeping?” you asked, absently rotating your mug on the marble counter, warming your fingers. Seemed like you both had the same problem the previous night.

“Uhh—a little. But I’m okay,” he said, he tried to force a reassuring smile. He didn’t want to think about lying in bed next to your sister. It was the last thing he wanted to think about. “Thanks,” he said. “For asking though.”

You nodded. “Sure, of course.” A long moment of silence stretched and you were surprised that when you looked up, Sam’s eyes were already on your face, but he tore them away quickly and looked down into his mug. Your heart beat faster as you wondered at the meaning. You searched for something to say to him, something to bring his eyes back to yours. You could look into them forever—you always saw such understanding, such strength in them. And he was warm and funny and smart and kind… and this thinking made your stomach clench because you knew he was out of reach.

Sam cleared his throat and pushed down the sick feeling in his own stomach. “So, what’s on the schedule for today?” he asked.

You shrugged. “I dunno. I was thinking of working out later. Maybe kick Dean’s ass sparring,” you said, a small smirk gracing your face.

Sam let out a small laugh and shook his head. “That’d be good for him,” he said. But he felt a jealous twinge and a heat rising in his chest that he tried to ignore.

“How about you?” you asked. Sam shrugged.

“I don’t know… We’ll see. Maybe try and rustle up a case or something.” It was a classic method of distraction that Sam tried to use, even though it was only a temporary success. He would work, and work, and work. And it gave him an excuse to tell your sister he was busy, that he couldn’t take the time that day to spend with her doing something that he felt wasn’t genuine because all he could think about was doing it with you instead…

One corner of your mouth twitched upwards. “You work too much, Sam.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah… I know… but there’s always something else out there.”

“Exactly. There is always something else out there. And there always will be. So, you should take the time off when you can. Enjoy life a little,” you said, brave enough to meet his kaleidoscope colored eyes again.

Sam nervously chewed his bottom lip. He could be consumed by you instantly if he let himself—the way you were looking at him with that small smile and your eyes so bright, seeing only him in that moment. Reality reared its ugly head suddenly when footsteps started up the hallway and broke the temporary spell.

Your sister bounced into the kitchen. “Morning!” she said. She went over to Sam and ran a hand down his back affectionately, pecking him on the cheek. “I was a little bummed out to see your side of the bed empty this morning…” she said in a low voice to Sam.

You abruptly got up and headed across the kitchen to the pantry, feeling suddenly sick with envy and wanting to distance yourself as much as possible. You started pulling ingredients out just for the distraction and your sister was soon at your side. “Whatcha makin’?” she asked.

“Pancakes?”

“Sounds good. Better you make them than me. You remember what happened last time?”

You shook your head at her and laughed lightly at the last kitchen disaster. “Smoke. Everywhere. You shouldn’t even be allowed in the kitchen,” you teased her.

“I will never try again,” she said with a laugh. “I have no problem acknowledging my faults.” She bumped you with a friendly elbow. “Soooo…” she started. Her tone made you look up at her a little tentatively.

“…Oh, no. I know that tone. What is it?”

She grinned widely at you.

You raised your eyebrows at her. “What is it? Cough it up,” you said. “I can see you are plotting something…”

“Well, I was thiiiinking we should go out tonight. Get out of the bunker… You know, go into town… maybe go to that bar with the suuuuper hot bartender?” she said, wiggling her eyes at you.

You sighed. “I don’t know… I kind of just feel like staying in.” You didn’t know Sam was listening intently now from his place at the island still.

“You always feel like staying in! That’s why you have me to twist your arm and get you out of here before you turn into an old spinster who is in a serious relationship only with her books and tea kettle.”

You rolled your eyes. “Wow. Gee, thanks, sis…” you said sarcastically. “And you know what? That actually doesn’t sound too bad!”

This drew a laugh from her and she bounced on her feet a little. “Pleeeeease! Come on. You know once you’re out you will have a good time! And that bartender was totally into you last time.”

You looked at her eager expression and the excitement in her eyes. Maybe a night out would do you some good. You could definitely use a distraction and the bunker was somehow always haunted with Sam and your sister’s relationship… Reminders everywhere; that they shared a room and a bed together, that you could walk around any corner and find them kissing, or sitting closely, or whispering some secret conversation with secret smiles you weren’t privy to… “Alright. Fine,” you agreed. “But for like two beers and that is it!”

She pumped a fist in excited success. “Yes! Oh, I’m totally gonna pick out your outfit and everything. You’re gonna look hot,” she said.

You pointed vehemently at her. “No dresses!”

“But—”

“No! No dresses!” She pouted at you but relented.

“Fine… no dresses…”

“Dresses?” Dean said, coming to join the rest of you in the kitchen and peeking over your shoulder at the bowl you were dumping ingredients in. “Who’s wearing a dress?”

“No one!” you said loudly.

Dean grabbed a mug and poured in some coffee. “Why not? I’d love to see you in a dress, Y/N,” he said laughing gruffly. “Like, a short, tight little black cocktail dress… some high heels. Right, Sammy?” he asked, giving Sam a wink and drawing a very unamused stare from him. You gave Dean a scolding look and he relented.

“We’re going out tonight to Lucky’s,” your sister explained. “And I’m gonna pick out Y/N’s outfit and she is going to flirt with that hot bartender who was hitting on her last time.” You rolled your eyes.

“Ah,” Dean said. He chanced a glance at Sam and noted the muscle twitching in Sam’s jaw as he clenched his teeth. “I see.”

You turned to look at Dean. “You wanna spar later?” you asked him. God, you needed to work off some frustration and bitter jealousy…

He sipped casually at his coffee. “You wanna get your ass kicked later?” he asked, giving you a satisfied smug smirk.

You tilted your head and raised your eyebrows at him, a half-smirk on your face. God, Sam loved that expression, the playful spark in your eyes. “We’ll see, tough guy,” you said, turning back to the pancake batter.

_ _ _ _ _ _

A few hours later, you and Dean were both a little sweaty, circled up on the mat in the room you had converted to a work out area. You had your hands up and were seizing each other up, both with grins on your faces as you waited to see who would strike next.

“Give up yet, Winchester? By my count, you’re losing,” you goaded him. He laughed and wiped some sweat from his brow.

“You have gotten a lot better, Y/N. Must be because you have an amazing tutor,” he said with a gruff laugh. “And quite handsome at that!”

You rolled your eyes which was a mistake because Dean took that opportunity and swept your legs out from under you and you landed hard on your back on the mat, gritting your teeth a little as the breath was knocked out of you. Dean laughed hard as you let out a frustrated groan. Once you caught your breath, you accepted his proffered hand to help you back up. Sam came in just then as you were circling back up, ready for the next bout. Dean bounced lightly on the balls of his feet in the typical boxing shuffle, hands up in guard. “Sammy!” he yelled, seeing his brother come in. “Good. It will be nice to have someone else witness Y/N’s destruction—”

But just then you threw three punches at him and he had to scramble to block two of them. He wasn’t fast enough for the third and you landed a solid hit into his stomach, giving him a satisfied “HA!” and a wide grin.

“What’s that you were saying, Dean?” Sam called out, grinning, sitting down on one of the benches along the wall.

Dean shook it off and the two of you had an intense bout where you both gained ground on the other but were eventually blocked or fought it off. Finally, you sent a jab straight at Dean’s chin but he was able to block it and reroute your momentum, grabbing your arm and again sending you down to the mat. Just then as you were letting out a string of expletives and Dean was laughing heartily in victory, a cell phone rang.

“Oh, shit. That’s probably Garth. I gotta take that. I’m expecting him to call to today,” Dean said, heading over to the bench and grabbing his cell phone. He looked at Sam, whose gaze was fixated on you where you were lying on your back still in the middle of the mat, just resting for a minute and beating yourself up for letting Dean drop you. “Sammy, I’m tagging you in,” he said, giving him a wink.

“What?” Sam’s eyes went a little wide.

“I said you’re in. Hello? Yeah, hey Garth…” Dean stepped into the hall leaving Sam alone with you.

He gulped at the nervousness in his throat and stood up, walking out onto the mat. “Hey,” he said. “You okay?”

You sat up abruptly, a little surprised to see Sam appear over you so suddenly. “Yep. Fine.”

Sam offered you a hand and you felt butterflies flutter to life in your stomach as he pulled you up to your feet. Your hand stayed in his perhaps just a little too long.

Sam cleared his throat and looked down at you. “Uhh… Can I show you how Dean got you down?”

“Oh—yes. Please. I hate when he wins,” you said, giving Sam a small smile.

Sam anxiously rubbed the back of his neck as he stood in front of you. “Okay. Well, go into your guard stance,” he said. You obliged, stepping one foot slightly back and the other forward. “Good. Now, you want to use your lower body to propel that punch, but you need to be able to maintain your balance.” Sam squared up with you, pulling his hands up into guard. “So, just keep a little more weight on your back foot when you jab and propel yourself from your hips.” You nodded. “Okay, try it,” Sam said, holding a palm out. “Hit it, right here.”

You threw a jab at his palm, but he pulled back right before you connected and again you lost your balance and pitched forward toward him. “Whoa!” Sam laughed a little and caught you, his hands landing instinctively on your hips to stop your momentum. You both froze for a moment. You were still breathing fast from the physical exertion, but Sam was too, for an entirely different reason. Your hips felt small under his hands, and he could clearly feel their curve and angles. His heart was pounding and he felt a jolt of electricity zip up his spine. Perceiving that he should have let you go by now, his hands floated off you and he stepped backward. You anxiously chewed your bottom lip. There were tingles trailing behind where his hands had been. “Uhh—a little better, but you’re still taking too much weight off that back foot. Try again,” he said.

You both resumed your guard and Sam held a hand up again. This time you threw your jab and though he moved his hand back before you connected, you maintained you balance and immediately threw a cross punch which he had to block. A smile grew on his face and a matching one lit up yours. “Good! That was a really good!”

“Thanks,” you said, still squared up with him. You quickly threw a couple punches which Sam skillfully blocked and he returned—and that was it. You were full on sparring. Sam dodged one of your punches and you surprised him immediately with a high kick that caught him in the chest, knocking him off balance. But he was right back into it, now advancing on you and forcing you to give up ground. You waited for an opportunity to throw a combination at him but he somehow saw it coming and blocked it. The next second you skillfully swept a leg underneath him as he recovered from a block and he tumbled back onto the mat, landing hard but immediately starting to laugh. You stood over him with a wide grin on your face and walked over to look down at him. “Give?” you asked him.

His only response was to sweep one of his legs from where he was laying on the floor, taking you out at the ankles and sending you sprawling down on top of him. “Shit!” You landed with one arm extended to catch yourself on the floor and the other on his strong chest. Your body was pressed into him and you immediately felt your cheeks flush. You could feel his hips pressing into you. You lips were mere inches from his and you could see all the hues in his irises. He swallowed hard and there was a vague smile on his face.

Suddenly, you felt one of his hands landed ever so gently on your lower back and wow, electricity. “Give?” he joked, the vague smile still on his face, his eyes starry, his heart pounding. He couldn’t believe you were actually pressed against him and he wondered that you hadn’t immediately moved, climbed to your feet, put distance between the two of you. You felt paralyzed looking into his eyes.

“I give,” you said. Your voice was low and breathy because truthfully you couldn’t breathe, you were so startled by the whirling feelings and thoughts washing over you. Sam’s hand landing so lightly there on your lower back, it felt intimate.

But you suddenly heard the door open, and Dean stepped back into the room having gotten off the phone with Garth. The noise called you back to your senses and you leapt to your feet, anxiously backing away from Sam, but you weren’t quite fast enough. Dean had frozen a couple steps in and seen you on top of Sam—but he quickly pretended he hadn’t.

Sam cleared his throat and climbed to his feet, sweeping his hands back through his hair. “Good. Yeah, just… don’t let your guard down. Ever. Even once you have them on the ground.”

You were a little wide-eyed and you turned and headed for your water bottle and towel on the bench. Dean gave you a meaningful look as you approached but you just tore your eyes away from him.

“What did I miss?” he asked you in a low voice, his tone pregnant with meaning.

Sam watched from the center of the mat as you dabbed at your forehead and neck with your towel. “Nothing,” you said to Dean. “Just—training.”

“Mhmm…” Dean replied, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Stop it.” Dean held his hands up in a sign of surrender. “Umm… I’m gonna go shower,” you said.

“Alright. Well, hey, I saw your sister in the hall. She wants to head out to the bar in like an hour and a half.” You nodded and quickly waved to Sam as you left the room, feeling your cheeks coloring again with a blush and hoping that your face was already red enough from the exercise to hide it.

“Thanks, Sam. Alright, I’ll see you guys in a bit…”

Dean noted that his brother’s eyes didn’t leave you until you disappeared through the door, which slammed and echoed in the space with an uncomfortable finality. Dean pressed his lips into a thin line and looked at his little brother. “So,” he said.

Sam frowned at him. “So, what?”

Dean shrugged and raised his eyebrows. “What exactly was that?” he asked, the gravel thick in his voice.

“What? Nothing. I just—we were sparring and—”

“Oh, you were sparring,” Dean repeated skeptically, crossing his arms over his chest. “Because when I came in it didn’t look like there was a lot of sparring going on as much as it looked like Y/N was on top of you and—”

“Stop.” Sam admonished.

“Sammy, come on. I spar with Y/N all the time and we have never ended up like that—”

Sam’s jaw clenched and he gave one last stern look to his older brother. “I’m just—just forget it. I’m gonna go get cleaned up and it sounds like you should too.”

“Sam! Sammy, come on,” Dean called after him, but Sam just waved him off and disappeared into the hall, leaving Dean to sigh heavily in frustration.

Part 2

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insomnihan · 4 years

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han’s Entire Thoughts and Feelings on Dreamcatcher’s “Boca”

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HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

there are no read mores here so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ALRIGHT SO-

THE SONG HAD THE F UCKING NERVE THE AUDACITY THE GUMPTION AND THE GALL TO BE AS BOMB AS IT IS literally the moment i heard that rain and thunder i was f cukity F CIKED the way that they just know how to work with more gentle verse parts and theN PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE WITH THE CHORUS ITSELF SPEAKING OF THE CHORUS ITS F UCKING CRAZY??????????? THAT????????? GODDAMN GUITAR????????????? OWNS MY ASS??????????? OH MY F UCKING GOD JUST THE WAY GAHYEON STARTS IT OFF TO EASE US INTO IT HMMMMMMMMMM- THE ABSOLUTE POWER IN DAMIS FIRST RAP........... SHES SICK™ FOR THAT!!!!!! ‘HOLD UP’ YEAH HOLD UP I WASNT READY DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!!!! THEN DAMIS AND GAHYEONS RAPS IN THE SECOND VERSE YOU CANT EXPECT TO BE OKAY AFTER THAT™ ARE YOU SERIOUS- just all of their voices............ the way theyre just so powerful and emotional and you can tell............. siyeon pls your high notes holy f uck-

WHAT IM SAYING Is this song was such a good follow up to scream like F UCK i literally ask after every comeback ‘will they top this’ and tHEN THEY DO

i was so boo boo the fool like i really thought since diamond and breaking out fell into the same genre that it wouldnt be intense like This im 🤡

SO I WILL BE USING THE COMEBACK SHOWCASE TO TALK ABOUT THE DANCE BC OH MY GOD- so they all said that this song was their hardest dance yet................. queens of dance I F UCJUNG SWEAR

FIRST OF ALL THE BEGINNING POSE IS EVERYTHING™

THE PART AFTER THAT WITH DAMI PULLING YOOHYEON INTO HER SINGING PART....................... i just like it a lot

HONESTLY DAMIS ENTIRE PART

YOOHYEONS PART BEFORE THE CHORUS

THE ACTUAL CHORUS

both the upside down triangle hand symbol AND then for ‘boca’ where they make their hands like a mouth................... Iconic™

GAHYEON WITH THE FLAGS?????????? HELLO????????

and then dami................................. i-

the flags............... sua and jiu and yoohyeon.......... Thinking A Lot™

this part with jius bridge lives rent free in my brain

sua sitting on the dancers shoulders and singing the most hard hitting lyrics in the song thats it thats the bullet point

just................. the WHOLE ENDING

shouldve really just put the entire damn video here but i already wrote it out

THEY NEVER PLAY AROUND WITH THE VISUALS EVER!!!!!!!!!!! THE COLORS ARE ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS AND VIBRANT THE SETS ARE SO DREAMLIKE???????? I WISH I CAN FULLY EXPLAIN IT BUT ALL I COULD REALLY DO IS DESCRIBE THEM AS THEY ARE- THE PINK SET THEY DANCE IN IS SO COOL TO ME THE PLACE WITH THE TREES AND GRASS AND THEYRE DANCING IN THE F UCKING WATER AND WHERE GAHYEON HURTED US WITH HER RAP AND WHEN THEYRE ALL JUST STANDING AROUND LIKE BEAUTIFUL PRINCESSES AND WHERE YOOHYEON SAT AMAZINGLY- AND WHERE SIYEON STANDS WITH ALL THE BUSTS WITH TAPE OVER THEIR MOUTHS THE SYMBOLISM™!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEN WHEREVER DAMI WAS IN GENERAL.................. [REST]

TIME TO SHOW WHICH SCENES I LIKED

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THE WHOLE F UCKING THING MOVING ON-

T H E M

okay................................ everyone who follows me KNOWS that im just so whipped for all these women if i was a Brave Bicth™ id tell them they were all beautiful every day to their faces but if this is your first time seeing this CHAOTIC AS F UCK series of posts then-

LOOKATTHEMBEINGBEAUTIFULANDETHEREALPRINCESSESINONESCENETHENBADBITCHESINTHENEXTAREYOUKIDDINGMEICANTBELIEVETHEYREALLYOUTHERELOOKINGLIKETHIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JIU

BELLE????????????? BELLE IS THAT YOU???????????? why does Miss JiU over here just got to be one of the most beautiful women in the GODDAMN UNIVERSE I CANT STAND THIS LOOK AT THIS PICTURE!!!!!! i wont lie to yall but it was gonna be this one or the one kinda at the beginning where shes wearing red..................... and....................... her neck- THE RED IS FIRE BY THE WAY AND THE SAME OUTFIT BUT IN LIKE R.o.S.E BLUE WITH THE CHAIN STEP ON ME- and the black one that we dont really see a lot of.................. the sheer of it............ bicth-

SUA

yes it was absolutely necessary for me to use this shot

OFC MY BICTH ASS NEARLY FELL OFF HIS F CUKING BED WHEN SHE SHOWED UP IN THE TEASER JUST COVERED IN WATER I SWEAR I COULDNT BREATHE FOR LIKE TEN MINUTES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! first of all the red and blue ones just one sleeve and those shorts and all those belts I DUNNO JUST THIS WOMAN AND CROP TOPS OKAY IM LOSING IT IM THIS 👌 CLOSE and then the white dress i cant stand her i really cant-

SIYEON

HOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO MISS LEE SIYEON OUT FOR MY NECK I SEE- i just wanna point out first that i love her love for pants like the rest of the outfits are gonna be worn for performing and they all have those baggy pants she loves so much pls shes everything im 🥺🥺🥺 tho the braids and the high ponytail without and yknow what WITH BANGS TOO im........................ i cant stop staring at this picture-

YOOHYEON

SHE IS NOW A LARGE AND SCARY DOG-

this specific hairstyle in the screenshot........ the braids the safety pins with the brown and pink or whatever it was like three different colors just the Serve™ she is serving in that with that outfit and the back of her skirt is long than the front im weak in the knees for you maam- oH THAT F UCKING RED ONE GRABBED MY NECK NAILS INTO MY SKIN AND ALL AND ENDED ME HONESTLY and that chain necklace.......................... keeping words to myself-

DAMI

SHES SO HOT AND FOR WHAT my god this blue hair she is WORKING IT- i had such a difficult time even finding a good screenshot of her and i know the moment i just decided with this one that i was just gonna keep getting distracted by it and i am rn as i type this GOD- the all black outfit she shows up in the very first time in the mv..................... [REST] the blue one with the thing on her thigh with the low ponytail................. [REST x2] herself....................... [D*AD]

GAHYEON

POPULAR OPINION: THIS IS HER ERA

THE MOMENT SHE JUST SHOWS UP RIGHT AT THE START SHE GRABBED US BY THE NECKS AND LET US KNOW SHES KILLING IT LIKE THIS this pink hair is doing her like two million favors like the space bun look right here???????? STUNNING just left long and straight??????? BEAUTIFUL the fit with the beige(?) sweater and skirt and that black outfit during her rap verse the pink dress iM D*AD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BONUS TIME: B-SIDE TRACKS (short thoughts and parts i liked)

Intro

A SLAPPER WE LOVE TO HEAR IT-

Break the Wall

oH BICTH the way this song took me back to my edgy middle school years listening to music like this MY GOD THEIR VOICES SOUND SO COOL ON IT like they were using megaphones and s hit THE CHORUS IS SO GOOD IM GOING FERAL™ I FEEL LIKE I CAN CONQUER THE WORLD WITH THIS-

Can’t Get You Out Of My Mind

ALL ENGLISH SONG BICTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its all about the yearning its so catchy and good i was literally already singing it randomly right after the highlight medley like honestly this and break the wall are so nostalgic highkey- their pronunciation is so so SO good!!!!

Dear

JIUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭 IM SO SOFT DONT LOOK AT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! she wrote this herself and its just so full of love and thankfulness and gratefulness and appreciation for insomnias SOMEONE PROTECT HER- and then the rest of the members singing so gently and beautifully there are real tears in my eyes...............

LIKE im just gonna say it every comeback now i guess THEY👏NEVER👏DISAPPOINT👏EVER👏 i love being an insomnia so much yknow??? love them as people love them for always providing content and always showing that they love and appreciate their fans and how they always make me laugh and feel better and most importantly of all is THEIR MUSIC not implying anything with capitalizing and bolding that............... unless they are so incredibly talented and show how versatile they are in so many different genres AND THEYVE GROWN SO MUCH IN POPULARITY THIS YEAR AND ARE NOW BEATING THEIR OWN GOALS im so happy to be their fan 😊😊😊 this just became a paragraph of me and how much i love them ANYWAY-

IN CONCLUSION: WHERE IS THE LOVE?????????? ITS BEING DIRECTED AT THIS ALBUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and AS TRADITION:

#time to listen to this and the album until i cant hear s hit no more <3<3<3 #all i wanna do is watch the video but i must get Thoughts™ out #dreamcatcher #han.txt #han's mv afterthoughts

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Dawn of the Future summary- Aranea

So, Aranea’s section is the shortest of the book, and you can kind of tell that it was a story intended to be presented in game format. I had to put the book down and sigh in frustration a few times from reading a description of a huge set piece boss battle that could have been really cool. IF THEY MADE IT.

-Our story begins with Aranea sleep-deprived and eating a bag of popcorn she found in a destroyed and partially flooded store, which tastes bad but she doesn’t want to throw out. She’s in the cockpit of her airship returning to Niflheim after a 35 hour no-breaks shift working on recovery and cleanup in Altissia, along with Biggs and Wedge, and the 86th Airborne Unit, which she commands. -Musing over her bag of gross popcorn, she thinks of how there are no facilities such as amusement parks or movie theaters in Niflheim, there were in her childhood, but as the Empire expanded its war effort and territory, the lives of the citizens became more and more bleak as funds and real estate were devoted to the military. -She’s also frustrated by the poor treatment of human troops as opposed to Magitek infantry or daemonic weapons, as half her unit was lost in Altissia. -They’re about to land in Gralea when her ship is fired upon by Diamond Weapon (the giant daemonic weapon used to attack Insomnia in Kingsglaive), which is loose in the city and being fought by the army. -A lot of Aranea’s story is essentially about pursuing and taking down Diamond Weapon (while also contending with flying daemons and rogue Magitek troopers), which probably would have been an awesome multi-part boss battle to actually play but is a little meh to just read. -She calls the Weapon デカブツくん (slang term for something large which I can’t think of an English equivalent for as my brain keeps providing “chonk” or “absolute unit”). She also tells it, “Now, it’s punishment time,” if anyone would like to imagine her saying that. -The Weapon heads for Zegnautus Keep, and Aranea enters and fights her way up toward the roof. Meanwhile, Biggs and Wedge help some kids evacuate. -Ardyn begins speaking over the city PA, “Ladies and gentlemen of Niflheim, thank you for your presence. The Empire ends today.” He then mentions that the Emperor has no successor. Aranea recalls that the Empress died soon after giving birth, the Emperor never remarried, and their son died in battle several years prior. The public believes that the Empress’ death is the reason for the Emperor’s personality change, but Aranea thinks it was due to Ardyn’s arrival. -Ardyn explains that the Emperor pursued “magic” as a path to immortality, intending to remain emperor forever, and look where that brought them to. He then allows a dying Iedolas to speak, “Sol… heim… The sun of Solheim… will rise again…” -Aranea finds Zegnautus empty of people and Iedolas dead of Starscourge on the throne. When she gets to the roof, she sees an airship carrying away Diamond Weapon. Ardyn is there eating an apple and watching the Empire burn, repeating his もったいない line (“Oh, what a shame…”) from when he was watching the destruction of Insomnia in Kingsglaive. She realizes he is the one who set the Weapon loose and made the Magitek troopers go out of control. -She tries to attack Ardyn, but her spear hits empty air and he counters, sending her flying and leaving her on the ground wracked with pain and coughing violently. She recovers enough to ask what he’s doing with the Weapon, and he says he plans to let it rampage in Tenebrae. -”You want to destroy it?” -”All of it. Everything.” -After this Aranea’s internal narration switches from calling Ardyn “the Chancellor” or “that man” to, essentially, “goddamn idiot lunatic” (イカレてる大バカ野郎) -Biggs radios Aranea to let her know he’s just put the refugees on a train to Tenebrae. Ardyn is amused. -”It’d be really nice if I could stop the daemons by kicking your ass.” -Ardyn offers her his half-eaten apple if she can beat him. -Instead, Aranea tells him that she’s quitting her job, giving “I hate you” as the reason when requested, then jumping off the roof with her spear. -At this point, she runs into “the most annoying man out of anyone she knew”- Loqi Tummelt, in his Magitek Cuirass. After a fight, he opens the cockpit to reveal he is transporting an eight-year-old girl on special request from the Emperor. The girl says that she wants to fight too- Aranea tells her she’s ten years too early, then reflects on her own childhood. -When Aranea was around the same age her village was attacked by daemons and she was ordered to take the younger children to the basement of the church and hide while the adults fought. She had the same “ten years too early to fight” exchange with her father before both her parents were killed. -Loqi entrusts the child to her and quietly says thank you as a swarm of daemons approach. As Aranea heads for the train and Tenebrae, she watches him fight in his Magitek armor, and hears him announce “Glory to the Niflheim Empire!” Aranea tells her Airborne Unit that their final mission is to protect Tenebrae. -They run out of bullets trying to shoot down the airship carrying Diamond Weapon, succeeding in damaging the airship enough that it crashes, but the Weapon is still active. Aranea takes her spear to fight the Weapon alone. -[insert boss battle sequence of her destroying Magitek cores on the giant daemon accompanied by Biggs and Wedge in Magitek armor that sounds like it might have been fun to play] -The Weapon is destroyed, the refugees get to Tenebrae safely, everyone is alive, etc, etc. -except then a bunch of flying daemons arrive and they have to take those out too. -Aranea finally talks to the girl, who turns out to be Sol Antiquum, the secret child of the Emperor’s deceased son. She comforts the girl and hugs her, again remembering herself as a child. -Ten years later, during the World of Ruin, Sol has grown up and learned to fight, raised by Aranea, and is now a rebellious teenager. Aranea tries to send Biggs and Wedge with her on missions, but Sol insists she doesn’t need to be treated like a child. Biggs and Wedge are apparently even more overprotective. Meanwhile, Aranea cooks a meal with canned food while waiting for her to return.

#ffxv #ffxv dotf #dotf spoilers #dawn of the future spoilers #ffxv dawn of the future #aranea highwind

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↳ ALL THE GOOD GIRLS GO TO HELL I | MASTERLIST

Fandom: Marvel

Request: "Hmm. Then what about Bucky (who is p much in love with you) watching you through the window? You clearly know he is watching and put on a show ;)” - Anon

Warnings: SMUT, timeline is a little muddy but that’s okay (set when he’s living in Bucharest), some hozier lyrics are lowkey hidden somewhere in here, some voyuerism & exhibitionism kinks, female & male masturbation, described semi-nudity

Word Count: 1,911

Series: The link for part two will go here!

A/N: My first Marvel fic :’) !!

Bucky had a strange habit of aimlessly wandering around his small apartment when he was particularly stressed. He was sure it must’ve looked strange to any of his neighbors who happened to see his tall, broad shadow pacing the floor back and forth, but he didn’t care. It was a way for him to collect his thoughts., something he needed to do rather frequently these days. He also liked to prop his window open and slide down onto the fire escape beneath, watching over the busy little Romanian street below him or glancing over the wall of apartment units directly across from him.

It had resulted in some... Interesting things, he’d admit. He felt a tad bit creepy staring into his neighbor’s apartments, but it was a new habit that he couldn’t seem to break. He found himself fascinated with the people around him. A lot of them left their curtains and blinds open quite often, allowing him to see into their apartments. Some of them were messy, some were clean. Some empty and some full to the brim with clutter. A few were completely dark and dreary, but a couple people had a tendency to leave a lamp flicked on or a candle burning occasionally.

You were the worst about it. Always in a rush, leaving the lights or the television on. And even when you were home, you couldn’t be bothered to close the shades. He could see damn near every inch of your living room and if he looked into the window right beside that one, your kitchen. There nothing quite private about your home, it seemed. Bucky wondered if you knew that you knew that people could see in... That he could see in.

You were his favorite neighbor, by far. He didn’t know your name or who you were, nor what unit you lived in. Nor had he ever even met you in any official kind of way. But he did know that he was absolutely entranced by you from the first moment he laid eyes on you. The lady who always leaves the lights on, he had nicknamed you. He could recall that day vividly.

A few weeks ago, he was in his room jotting down God knows what in his notebook, scribbling away anxiously at the thin paper. He stood from the bed, throwing the notebook down in frustration. He needed a break. So to the fire escape he went. But that day was different than any other before. You were home, your curtains all wide open for the world to see. He held his head between his palms, rubbing his temples in a halfhearted way, begging for his newfound headache to go away. Could the day get any worse? He doubted it at that point.

When he finally looked up, it was just in time to see you prancing across the floor in nothing but an old t-shirt and your underwear. He watched for a moment in a curious delight as you paused to take a drink from the cup in your hand. Coffee, if he had to guess. Tea, maybe. He honestly didn’t put much thought into it at the time, seeing as he was a little busy. You swayed around so carelessly, not a worry in the world, it seemed. He couldn’t help but wonder what you were listening to as you danced around your apartment. Was it something he would know? Something much, much older than you? How High The Moon or There Will Never Be Another You? Or was it something only a little older, like I Wanna Be Your Lover or The Fisherman’s Blues? Something much newer, perhaps. He didn’t know much about today’s music but he would place a bet on the latter option.

From the first moment he saw you, Bucky thought you were beautiful. More beautiful than any other woman he’d seen before in his entire life, in fact. Tall and alluring, perfect curves and edges just like a masterpiece. Gorgeous, piercing Y/E/C eyes and fair/tan skin to match your Y/H/C hair, which all perfectly complimented your almost-angelic features. There was something utterly bewitching about you, he thought. Something he couldn’t quite place, yet loved.

You were simply radiant. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you silently danced your heart out in your living room. And when you finally spun around, immediately noticing the handsome man on the fire escape with the bright silver arm that happened to be watching your little routine... You gave him a sly little smile, locking eyes with him for a moment before resuming your fun, the thought of him lurking in your mind.

The next time he saw you, a couple of days had passed. He reckoned that wasn’t really unusual, he guessed, but he couldn’t help but wonder where you’d gone. Were you safe? Had you been hurt? Did you move out when he wasn’t paying attention? His fears were quickly washed away, though, when he saw you again. It was nighttime, rather late. Almost a quarter to midnight, last time he checked. He had been on the fire escape like usual, notebook and pen in hand as he wrote his innermost thoughts onto the page. The latest product of his mind-numbing insomnia that kept him awake into the ungodliest hours of the night.

It didn’t take much for his attention to be drawn away from his task at hand. The sound of a slamming wooden door echoing out into the city, the sound of laughter and chaos was more than enough to do it. All coming from your apartment, it seemed. He looked up only to see a man backing you closer and closer against the wall. His hands ran over your hips, your thighs, your ass, before eventually coming back up to squeeze at your breasts. He could hardly see you in front of the man, but he imagined you were a moaning mess beneath him as he finally pushed you against the flat surface with a certain roughness. But only for a moment. He pulled you away and let you lead him down the hall, towards what he assumed was your bedroom.

By that point, Bucky was a fucking mess. That wasn’t for him to see. He shouldn’t have watched that unfold. What he saw was downright dirty... But he couldn’t have looked away, even if he wanted to, he’d admit.

When will you learn to keep the goddamn curtains closed?

He was so irrationally angry over something so stupid, and he wasn’t sure why you had that effect on him. No one ever had. And to make it worse, he didn’t even know your name, but you sure had his cock hardening by the minute and his temper simmering, yet red hot as he climbed back into his apartment, throwing himself down onto his bed. He laid there for a moment in quiet thought, his frustration bubbling, his heart racing and his thoughts flooding his mind. But slowly, his hand began to move south. Bucky let his hand glide over his clothed cock for a moment, letting his mind drift off...

God, what he wouldn’t give to be the one in there with you, doing all the things he had dreamed of doing to you... He wanted to be the one lucky enough to have his hands all over your body. Touching, squeezing, groping, letting the cool metal of his arm make you shiver with pleasure. He wanted to be the one to pull you back by your hair to make you look at him, your chest pressed against the wall as he, with one swift thrust, entered you from behind. To hear you cry out, followed by a sweet little whine of his name, a sick, dirty smile on your lips as his dominant hand held your throat. Bucky. He wanted to make you scream his name from the rooftops for all of Bucharest to hear, shameless and unabashed. He was certain that your moans would sound so sweet, so angelic, so utterly perfect against him.

Just the mere thought of it all got his heart beating even quicker than before, his cock almost painfully hard against his stomach. He reached up to pull his blinds shut before starting to push his sweatpants down his hips, just enough to let him pull his cock out. Slowly, he began to stroke himself, letting the vivid fantasies fill his head once again.

He was barely ashamed about his little crush on you anymore, not afraid to admit that you definitely had him wrapped around your finger.

After that, he caught himself checking your window every time he passed by his own. Not going out of his own way to spy or otherwise observe you, but just a casual glance here and there for his own morbid curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat, he’d tell himself. This isn’t right. You need to stop before someone gets hurt.

But he couldn’t seem to drop his little crush on you. In fact, he was almost entirely certain you’d started playing along with him. All of the evidence was there. You had started taking a little too long in the morning to get ready, letting his eyes wander over your half-naked body as you give him a sly, knowing little smile as you lingered in front of your living room window. Watching a movie with the volume just a little too high, just enough to not disturb your neighbors too much but still alert him that you know that he’s on the fire escape. Leaving the curtains open, as usual, as you sat neatly in your office chair almost directly in front of the window, nearly naked with your hand down your panties as you held your phone in your hand, a blurred video that he couldn’t quite make out playing on it...

That day... That day was very interesting, to say the least. He had just gotten home from the market and had sat his bag of groceries down on the island, deciding to change into a comfortable pair of sweats before making dinner when he passed by the window above his bed. The sight was certainly one to marveled upon, to be observed with shameless wonder. He stood still for a second as he watched you. Watched your lips part slightly as you moaned, a delightful sound, he was sure. You put the phone down beside you in a rushed way, bringing your hand to squeeze your breast, which was covered only by a thin lace bralette. He leaned over slightly to get a better look at you. You were coming. Your body shivered, your toes curling and your hand beginning to slow. Deep breaths in, deep breaths out.

Bucky didn’t know what to make of the scene before him. He found himself at a loss for words, unable to think right. Bucky was a charismatic young man (at least back in the ‘40′s, he wasn’t sure about these days), always knowing the right thing to say or do but he found himself utterly speechless. For once in his extraordinarily long life, he was just... Speechless, his mind blank and devoid of thought. Until you stood up, that is. You walked oh so teasingly out of sight for a moment before returning with a marker and a notepad. You scribbled something down with a quickness before turning the note to face the brunette man.

#228.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fanfiction #sebastian stan #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stand one shot #sebastian stan fanfiction #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel one shot #marvel fanfiction #mcu #marvel cinematic universe

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end-o-the-line · 6 years

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Trying to track the Winter Soldier through both canon and history....god help me....

As a follow up to the First Avenger timeline, insomnia brought us here.

February 1945 - Bucky falls from a goddamn train in the Alps. We've gone over this.

Okay, we know Bucky was in Russian/Hydra hands by early '45. The first thing to look into is Operation Paperclip. You may recognize this from TWS, but it was not made up by the MCU, it was a real thing. In May of 1945, a U.S. Army Major Robert B. Staver sent a telegram to the Pentagon, pushing the idea of capturing and using German scientists toward the war effort in the Pacific. They proceeded to do just that, housing captured scientists in southern Bavaria. So smart, keeping the Nazis in Germany and stuff. By November, the project had been renamed Operation Paperclip. For secrecy?

Most of the early objectives of this operation were to keep the German scientists from emigrating to non-’murica friendly countries and continuing their work. Eventually, the US realized it was just fine for them to continue their work, as long as it was for them. By the end of the war, Germans with 'marketable' knowledge were being 'recruited' through ‘orders’ for their families and such to report to Allied bases; the important ones were then moved to ‘secret’ locations (one was code-named DUSTBIN and it was proooobably in the desert near Los Alamos idk) and ‘questioned’; detained for months at a time.

Some of these scientists were later removed and charged for their war-time actions. Since we know Zola was still part of SHIELD when he built the nightmare computer in the 70's, he obviously wasn't one of those charged with the atrocities he committed. None of the scientists were free to roam until at least '47. That leads us to believe that Zola couldn't have gotten his hands back on Bucky for at least 2 years, likely more. It's possible Zola never got his hands on Bucky again, if you take Bucky's memories as more like amalgams and assume he just uses Zola as the face for any and all faceless scientists he encountered. It's not out of the question.

Moving on. Bucky is found by Russians, and since we've been over that too, needless to say it's highly unlikely that many Russians were deserting the Red Army to go be buddies with a mostly Nazi-associated Hydra operation at the end of WW2. The Russians and the Nazis were not friends, mmkay, Russia lost nearly 40 million people during WW2, and only 9 million of those were in combat. But, by the time the first traces of the Cold War come around, Russians in Hydra would definitely be a thing, just like Americans in Hydra would be a thing. Again, the date 1947 comes into play, as that's a pretty accepted start date of the Cold War tensions. But.

But.

Bucky was found by some very lost Russians and brought in, where they took him fuck knows where to pimp his ride. There's not much we can take from the MCU with the meager flashbacks, but there is a very clear timeline from Captain America: Winter Soldier Vol. 2. I'll fill in what I can from the MCU, since that's what this is focusing on, and rely on the comics for what I can’t.

March 23, 1945 - Bucky's KGB file is created by the KGB branch in Dnepropetrovsk Region, USSR, which in 2016 became known as Dnipro Raion, Ukraine. (**Thanks to Morrighan on AO3 for this translation!) Of note is the giant Dnipropetrovsk Automobile Factory, built by German POWs starting in December of 1945, which was planned by the Russians as a secret military machining plant. It wasn't under way at this particular date, but the supplies for such large industry were, and it stands to reason the future Fist of Hydra would have been brought to a place that was intended to become the center of the Soviet secret weapons think tank.

May 7, 1945 - Bucky dies. Like, literally. The comics are clear on this, that when the Russians found him he was frozen solid, and dead. One of them had been on a mission with the Commandos, though, and after seeing Bucky in action, suspected he had the serum just like Steve (he didn't, he was just a badass), so they thaw him like a Thanksgiving turkey to try to get tissue and fluid samples. When he's thawed, he's dead as a doornail. They revive him, though, and even the scientists are kind of shocked it worked, since he did not, in fact, have the serum. What he did have was the memory of how to kick ass, which they learn the hard way haha, so they sedate his ass until they can get all their samples from him. Having said that, MCU canon directly controverts this. MCU Bucky DOES have the serum, that's been made very clear from several of his feats of strength that did not include the metal arm, and he was obviously not flash frozen in the Alps because he remembers shit. So. Do with that dichotomy what you will, just thought I'd share.

May 21, 1945 - After determining that they can't recreate the serum from him, and that he's gonna kick their asses if they let him stay conscious, Bucky is put into cryo-freeze. Even the scientist making the notes is all IDFK about the order when it's given by Karpov, he's like birch is crazy.

In the flashback scene from TWS where Bucky's metal arm is being attached, the doctor uses a handheld electric bone saw.

The patent for the first hand held reciprocating saw was filed on June 27, 1952. Trust me. You do not want to try Googling that, okay, let me take the hit on those visuals. I spontaneously became a vegetarian. Anyway, it's safe to assume the flashback scene of Bucky getting what remained of his arm cut off was at the least 7 years of captivity later. Since Bucky hasn't aged any more than the Capsicle did, it's safe to assume, and mentioned in those pieces of comics canon, that the Russians essentially said *shrug* and stuffed the half-dead American soldier they found in the fridge for a decade like my grandmother used to do to the stuff she canned every summer.

Since the cryo containment they stuff him back into after he has the metal arm was actually in the operating theater, hence already tested and in use (and mobile, apparently? what did they do push him around on a handcart?? that would be the worst job) it's a pretty safe assumption to make that even MCU Bucky was almost immediately put on ice after being captured because he kept trying to kill folks, and kept that way until at least mid to late 1952, if not later.

Personal tangent? If the Russians/Hydra already had a Cryo tank to conveniently throw Bucky into, one can assume they had a use for it, right? My personal theory is that it was for Super Soldiers, meaning someone had at least theorized that a Super Soldier could be frozen. How many fucking Cold War resources do you think were put toward hunting for that fucking Valkyrie in the Arctic?

June 1954 - The date comes from Captain America: Winter Soldier Vol. 2 again, and it gels with the info above about the arm-attachment so I'm going with it. Bucky becomes the 'Fist of Hydra' and is then put back on ice because the Fist of Hydra tries to strangle his doctor. It would be super easy to split his time and say he was with the Russians until the dissolution of the Soviet Union, then was transferred to Hydra's control, but this Fist of Hydra line makes that impossible. So even though the Russians in the form of the KGB had him, they were obviously still working under or with the Hydrapus. Bucky worked for Department X in the Comics, but that's not an MCU thing, so. That's where the MCU and the comics diverge wildly, and make this a migraine-inducing task. Right after they let him out of Cryo, Bucky escapes, but since he's in the middle of the goddamn Soviet wilderness, he doesn't get far.

1959 - The first page of the file Steve receives from Natasha about the Winter Soldier is probably dated 1959, from the KGB branch in Lvovsky Region, USSR, which is the Lviv Region in Ukraine. The area is super varied in landscape and population, which could have served as a proving ground of sorts for a weapon like the Winter Soldier. This can probably be taken as a pretty clear date for when the Winter Soldier officially became 'active' under the direction of the KGB. That's five years from the metal arm being attached to becoming the Asset, during which you can only assume they were working on the base programming for what would later become the wipes.

1964 - This is technically when the Winter Soldier's kills start being counted, if you take Natasha's 'the last 50 years' literally. So I'm going to ignore pre-64 history, pretty much, and assume that the 5-10 years after June 1954 were spent turning Bucky into The Winter Soldier with mindfucking, training, languages, ect. It's important to note that in the comics, Bucky was never tortured, per se. Not physically, I guess, though the defining line of ‘torture’ here is thin. He was already an amnesiac, so they used a combination of sensory deprivation and 'Mental Implantation' experiments to make him loyal to them. You don't make someone loyal by beating the shit out of them, you know? There's also evidence in the movies in the way Bucky reacts to people; he is clearly in charge of the STRIKE team, not taking their orders; he doesn't flinch when Steve touches him, nor does he mind one bit the Wakandan doctors who are hooking him up to IVs, ect. He does not outwardly behave like a man who was subjected to decades of beatings or what have you.

Look at that cupcake, Jesus.

Since MCU canon is sparse with language info, I'll go with Comics canon on this; Bucky has stated that before Hydra, he spoke six languages. Hydra's own notes state that he spoke four. We'll go with Bucky on this one, since he would know amirite. I can't figure out what all 6 were for sure, but there is solid evidence that he spoke fluent English, German, and Russian. The other educated guesses would add Japanese, French, and Italian to that tally. It's also possible his sixth language was cursing, because even Deadpool is shocked at Bucky's language when he goes back in time and meets him during the War. Those are the most likely, simply because they were the relevant ones to the War effort and where he was deployed. There's a panel with War-dressed Bucky speaking Chinese, but wtf dude I mean....he was too young to be sent to China at any point before the War broke out, and there's no reason the War Department would have taught him fucking Chinese in the 40's when he was up to his ass in the European Theater, so that panel might be an alternate reality thing, idk.

After Hydra, he was additionally fluent in Chinese (probably post-Hydra, fuck that panel), Spanish, Polish, Romanian (MCU canon), and he became passable in Kree. At one point when he is Bucky!Cap, Steve seems to be under the impression that Bucky can also understand a dog barking. I don't know if that's a Bucky thing or a Steve thing, but it's apparently canon that Bucky talks to animals like a crazy cat lady enough that Steve thinks he's understanding them. Idfk dude.

Sooo, TL;DR:

WW2-era: English, German, Russian, Japanese, French, Italian (probably), and foul language.

Winter Soldier-era: Chinese, Spanish, Polish, Romanian, Kree, and dog? Probably a lot more, probably ALL the Soviet Bloc languages, tbh, I just don't have hard evidence of them. Ehhhh.....

.....while I at first assumed he was talking about the other Soldiers collectively in this scene, we could also assume that Bucky is telling Steve and Sam all that info about the other Soldiers because he's listing his own stats. So it's possible Bucky himself speaks upwards of 30 languages by the time he breaks free from Hydra. In addition to the Soviet Bloc, if he also spent a lot of time in Asia, the Middle East, and Africa, all those different dialects could easily add up to 30+ languages.

Most of the 'training' he was given during that proving ground period would basically have been the Russians field-testing him and being all WOO he already knows this, because Bucky was already a Grade A Badass. They would have updated him on new technology as soon as it was available to him, because he can obviously fly SHIELD fighter jets without blinking an eye and is rather fond of commandeering random flying machines . . . I imagine he’d only be able to steal one of those and then realize he doesn’t know how to work it once.

1959-1964 - I got sidetracked. Anyway. There is some chatter in the fandom that Bucky killed Kennedy. If we take the 50 years thing literally and go with the 1964 date, he probably didn't. If we take it almost literally and infer the 1959 date on his file was from his first field test or mission, he . . . really could have killed Kennedy. I do like to mix my movies, though, and imagine that Bucky was sent to Dallas, met up with Magneto trying to stop him, hai there metal arm, and got wrapped up like a burrito in a chain link fence before he could fire a shot.....

Anyway....despite how well-armed the Winter Soldier is . . . jesus I just re-read this and realized I made a horrible pun but I'm not changing it because it made me laugh, most political assassinations are not usually by gun or knife. You can't have plausible deniability if you shoot someone in the face. That's why the Winter Soldier's reputation is as both assassin AND spy.

So I’m going to highlight some real-world events that you could ascribe to the Winter Soldier through the years, if you are so inclined to write these things in stories. Dates and locations are between the spades, for ease of tracking this sneaky bastard's possible real historical movements. Bold dates are confirmed by MCU canon.

♠ September 11, 1973 - Santiago, Chile ♠ The apparent suicide of Chile’s president, Salvador Allende - with an assault rifle – during the Pinochet coup. Being honest, this was probably the CIA, but still.

♠ early December 1977 - Cairo, Egypt ♠ David Holden - a writer, journalist, broadcaster, and possible CIA agent - was the Chief Foreign Correspondent of the Sunday Times, and is shot in still unexplained circumstances just before the peace talks between Egypt and Israel. With his connections, and possible CIA ties, there is no telling what this guy was up to, or who would have wanted him to stop doing it.

♠ April 17, 1978 - Kabul, Afghanistan ♠ Mir Akbar Khyber, an Afghan intellectual and a leader of the Parcham faction of the People's Democratic Party of Afghanistan (PDPA), was killed outside his home. I don't know how. His death led to the overthrow of the republic, and to the advent of a socialist regime in Afghanistan.

♠ December 23, 1978 - Phnom Penh, Cambodia ♠ Malcolm Caldwell, a British lecturer in southeast Asian studies and a Marxist writer who was a vocal supporter of Pol Pot and the Khmer Rouge, was killed for no apparent reason other than being a douche. This one's interesting because there was a witness: About 11:00 p.m. that night [Elizabeth] Becker was awakened by the sound of gunfire. She stepped out of her bedroom and saw a heavily armed Cambodian man who pointed a pistol at her. (Sounds familiar right??) She ran back into her room and heard people moving and more gunshots. An hour later a Cambodian came to her bedroom door and told her that Caldwell was dead. . . He had been shot in the chest and the body of a Cambodian man was also in the room, possibly the same man who had pointed the pistol at Becker. Three days later, Vietnam invaded Cambodia and ended Khmer Rouge.

In comics canon, the Winter Soldier goes rogue some time in the 70's - I think, I cannot find it - on a job in NYC after seeing his little sister Rebecca on the street. Hydra tracks him down and pets him on the head and takes him back because he doesn't know why he bolted. After it becomes obvious that he's having issues, he shadows the head of the program (Lukin, the dude from Civil War) for two years as his personal bodyguard, then is put back into cryo. It isn't until after this stretch that the mind wipes start, because his behavior is degrading more and more and he becomes harder to handle. There is a ten year stretch here in the late 70′s to mid 80′s, basically, that this could have gone down.

♠ August 17, 1988 - Bahawalpur, Pakistan ♠ President Muhammad Zia-ul-Haq of Pakistan dies in a plane crash, along with 31 others, including a shitload of important politicians I don't want to bother listing. Witnesses report the plane flying erratically, then nosediving and exploding on impact. An investigation concluded it was a 'criminal act of sabotage'. Zia-ul-Haq's most enduring legacy was his indirect involvement and military strategies against the USSR's war in Afghanistan.

♠ November 24, 1989 - Peshawar, Pakistan ♠ Abdullah Azzam, a Palestinian Islamist leader - who Wikipedia claims is also known as the Father of Global Jihad - was killed with his two adult sons by a car bomb. In a narrow street across from a gas station, a bomb that had a 50-metre detonation cord led to the sewerage system where the assailant presumably waited. He literally laid in the sewers waiting, that's hardcore. Anyway, Azzam both controlled the jihadi forces who had fought against the USSR in Afghanistan and opposed the extension of the Islamist war to targets in the non-Islamic world. His protégé was a man named Osama bin Laden.

♠ December 16, 1991 - Upstate New York like a goddamn hipster ♠ Yeah, Mission Report and stuff. Howard and Maria Stark are murrrrrderrrrred in a car. (I have actual real meta that circles around this but that’s for a different bout of insomnia I guess).

♠ December 25, 1991 - Siberia, probably, jesus is anyone still reading this? ♠ The USSR is dissolved. It's likely they moved all their Hydra assets into Pierce's control shortly after this, meaning the Soldier became 'the Asset' and moved to DC like a politician. The scenes from Civil War with the other Soldiers going all Mutiny on the Bounty had to have happened somewhere in December of 1991.

♠ 6 April 1994 - Kigali, Rwanda ♠ The plane carrying Rwanda’s and Burundi’s presidents, Juvenal Habyarimana and Cyprien Ntaryamira, is shot down as it prepares to land, precipitating the Rwandan Genocide and the First Congo War. That's one hell of a precision strike, if you want chaos.

♠ November 11, 2004 - Gaza Strip, probably? ♠ Yasser Arafat dies in a Paris, France hospital, for reasons that are still not clear but apparently began to develop on October 25, 2004. Many believe he was poisoned by polonium laced into his clothing and belongings, which is why this one is sort of hard to place for a Winter Soldier location. I'm assuming he would have at least accessed the home in Gaza City, Palestine?

♠ July 30, 2005 - a mountain range in southern Sudan near New Kush ♠ John Garang, leader of the Sudan People’s Liberation Army (SPLA) and Sudan’s new vice-president, dies in a helicopter crash after the January 2005 peace agreement, which leads to rioting in Khartoum.

♠ 2009 - Odessa, Ukraine ♠ The Winter Soldier visits Odessa so he can shoot Natasha Romanov in her bikini line, plus an engineer dude or something I'm too lazy to go looking for the story tbh, we've all seen the movie.

♠ May 4, 2012 - just outside nuke range of Manhattan, New York ♠ The Battle of New York. If I was Hydra, I'd have my greatest weapon poised and ready to go kick some alien ass if all else failed, kwim, but not so close as to be exploded. You can't rule the world if someone else has already conquered that shit.

♠ within a week of Monday, Memorial Day, May 26, 2014 - Washington, DC ♠ (brilliant date analysis from Katie_P on AO3!) Nick Fury is almost killed, twice. It's apparent that the Asset's home has moved from Siberia in the 90's to a bank vault in DC at some point in the last . . . IDK, 23 years. . We all saw the chase in the street, but the Soldier takes his shot through one of Steve's walls using thermal imaging on his scope, then plays ultimate frisbee with Captain America for a minute before saying fuck it and going back to the bank where they keep him.

Then some moron doesn't read his instruction manuals thoroughly and sends Captain America's dead best friend to kill him without anticipating the inevitable joint Cap/Asset system error.

Anyway. The Soldier saves Steve's dumb ass one more time, then bolts and heads back to the bank to utterly fuck that shit up, but he doesn't kill anyone there. He specifically says he has enough blood on his hands, and lets them all live. Then he ghosts and doesn't resurface until he smells plums two years later. As settled as he was in Romania, he probably spent at least half a year of those two years there.

That's all I got.

Okay Jesus, so that was a lot of work. Comics mentions that I didn't include? Steve and Bucky knew Wolverine during WW2. They fought together several times. And later, the Winter Soldier helps Wolverine escape from the Weapons X Facility, which Wolverine doesn't find out until much later. I don't know when that is and . . . God help me, I kind of don't care at this point? Also, one panel has Bucky claiming that he killed Hitler. If so, good.

#bucky barnes #the winter soldier #history nerd rants #research #fic reference #history sorta #timeline #meta maybe?#captain america #MCU detail references

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nyalisa-landale · 5 years

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HELP I JUST BEAT KINGDOM HEARTS 3 AND I CAN'T STOP SCREAMING

(beware spoilers. such spoilers. all of the spoilers. all of them.)

there's some stuff i'm pissed about, some stuff i'm still scratching my head over, AND THE POST-CREDITS SCENES. WHAT THE FUCK.

let's tackle these in order.

what i'm pissed about: kairi. KAIRI. FULL FUCKING STOP. things i wanted from kh3: ienzo, PLAYABLE KAIRI. i got one of those. I SURE AS FUCK DID NOT GET THE OTHER ONE. not only would it totally have been possible to play as kairi (since we got to play as both riku and aqua) but it could have been like. one fight????? I WOULD HAVE BEEN HAPPY WITH THAT. but not only did we never get to play as kairi, kairi was like. a complete non-entity almost?????? like they just tossed her into a fucking fridge at the end and bowled it FUCKING SHIBUYA OR SOMETHING?????? (why is sora in shibuya. why. does the use of 104 indicate that this is twewy shibuya, or is it just Generic Fictional Shibuya????? I NEED ANSWERS)

lol order what order

anyway yeah, i'm really mad about that. but also... kairi was there in the ending? and sora was the one who wasn't really there? or something? DID THAT ALL GET DONE OFF-SCREEN AND I COMPLETELY DIDN'T REALISE IT UNTIL NOW????? totally possible. but then WHY IS SORA IN SHIBUYA UGHHHHHHHH i think i just confused myself, anyway i'm still mad i never got to play as kairi

and like, xion is back, yay, that's great (HOW IN THE FUCK WAS SHE ON THAT SIDE IN THE FIRST PLACE? I THOUGHT SORA HAD HER HEART) but then she just like. replaces kairi entirely. NAMINE COMES BACK AND I THOUGHT SHE WAS IN KAIRI'S HEART BUT KAIRI IS APPARENTLY FUCKING AWOL, HOW IN THE FUCK unless, again, we just completely glossed over sora chasing down and bringing back kairi

what i'm scratching my head over: THE ENDING. like, the regular ending. xehanort fucked over ALL OF THESE PEOPLE, countless worlds are still trapped in darkness and all its inhabitants are dead, OVER A FUCKING GAME??????? sure it wasn't their weird not-chess game (chess doesn't work like that eraqus) but it basically... was their weird not-chess game. and eraqus was fucking dead???? sure just force-ghost your way back into the goddamn plot, nbd, nobody's gonna ask questions or be confused or anything AT ALL EVER

honestly, i had no idea what to expect from the endgame, or how this story would end, and... i'm not sure anyone expected that. honestly all of the bad guys in this were like... weirdly nice? i know sora's a nice person but like. we have to redeem ansem and xemnas and xehanort and like... what????? WHY?????? for a game that's all about light and dark there sure apparently wasn't any evil going on, like what the fuck. master xehanort was all like SUPER EVIL VILLAIN SETUP and then at the end he gets fucking anakin skywalkered or some shit, SERIOUSLY I DON'T MCFREAKING UNDERSTAND THIS

vexen got redeemed. i don't like it, but okay. saix got redeemed. that was kind of expected because axel.

ACTUALLY HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE SPEAKING OF AXEL AND SAIX: WHO THE FUCK WAS THE GIRL like i kind of assumed it was kairi because iirc ansem the wise did actually send her away from radiant garden so she kind of made sense to be the one but then NOTHING FUCKING GOT RESOLVED RE: KAIRI SO I HAVE NO GODDAMN CLUE but if it wasn't kairi (and it might not have been, since she was like 3 or something and lea and isa were like... ventus's age (sort of)) then who the hell was it?

SPEAKING OF VENTUS'S AGE i'm really happy that chirithy turned out to be his but WHY ARE WE NOT ADDRESSING THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM REGARDING THAT also hello ephemer out of nowhere i sure am glad that i watched back cover because otherwise i'd be CONFUSED AS HELL THAT YOU SHOWED UP FOR ONE WHOLE LINE

(also i thought that mechanic in the fight was really cool, also also i wonder how they generated the names that popped up; is it a static list or does the game pull from active players on the ux server or was it taken from players of the original version or like... what)

in theory marluxia, larxene, and luxord all got redeemed but then they never showed up again and I AM TOTALLY OKAY WITH THAT although i am really curious as to what marluxia meant when he said he was remembering stuff, WAS IT UX STUFF?????? i know that asshole was a dandelion, was he remembering that

demyx is still wandering around as a fucking nobody and tbh i am DEFINITELY OKAY with us just like. never getting back to him ever. (i don't like him okay) also i'm still mad about him just HANGING AROUND IN THE FUCKING BACKGROUND while what should have been an emotional scene goes on (and also that scene was... really not all i'd hoped it would be, although it also could have been a lot worse)

and last but not least: THE FUCKING POST-CREDITS SCENES

1: XIGBAR WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKING FUCK oh my god i can't believe xigbar was fucking foreshadowing, after you fight him he says master xehanort was going to pass down his keyblade to him, and also that he is definitely 100% worthy of a keyblade AND THEN THAT FUCKING HAPPENED

and the fucking craziest part of it all is that if that had happened IT WAS HIS KEYBLADE ALL ALONG ANYWAY and also apparently this means that xigbar trained xehanort and eraqus?????? (also side note: how in the fuck are eraqus and xehanort actually the same age, like, i know eraqus looked quite a bit older here than he did in bbs - oddly enough since he's fucking dead and therefore hasn't aged since bbs - but even still and even allowing for like a ~5 year gap between the two of them MASTER XEHANORT LOOKS SO MUCH FUCKING OLDER i can only assume it's all the time travel and/or DARKNESS that did it but still how

(also: in the good timeline we would still have had leonard nimoy for kh3 and never have i ever missed him more keenly than the first time master xehanort opened his goddamn mouth in this game)

what's in the box xigbar WHAT'S IN THE BOX WHAT IS IN THE GODDAMN BOX, XIGBAR also you tell me right the fuck now where ava is TELL ME WHERE MY UNION LEADER IS, XIGBAR (answer: probably dead but also if there was supposed to be a traitor and she's the only one who doesn't show up does that mean she's the traitor? i mean i guess in theory her role of assembling and training the dandelions could be considered that way, since union alliances were forbidden, but that wasn't really a union alliance, and anyway i kind of assumed that the traitor would be, idk, something actually serious)

seriously. where is ava and WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK IS IN THE BOX.

2: WHAT DID I JUST WATCH WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HAPPENING SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN just kidding no one can explain because NO ONE ELSE KNOWS WHAT'S GOING ON, EITHER

are sora and riku in the same world? (it doesn't look like it) WHY IS SORA IN SHIBUYA????? i caught the verum rex bit with riku, it was... kind of obvious, but also WHY IS HE THERE WHAT IS GOING ON

like, at first i assumed sora was going to be waking up wherever he ended up after going after kairi, but then i was like "...wait is sora in the real world DID HE END UP IN OUR WORLD" and then FUCKING SHIBUYA but. sora being wherever he ended up after going after kairi doesn't explain why riku is wherever the fuck he is (insomnia???? DON'T THINK I DIDN'T NOTICE VERUM REX'S RESEMBLANCE TO FFXV, ARE WE DOING VS XIII FOR REAL?????) and why the fuck is riku in some random-ass place, who is the cloaked person (luxubar? the master of masters???? someone else entirely????????)

the xehanort saga is Over, and that's great, but like. i have way more questions than i had before i started playing this goddamn game

#azu plays kingdom hearts #spoilers #kingdom hearts spoilers #kingdom hearts 3 spoilers #kh3 spoilers #is that enough spoiler tags

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Hope’s Savior ( John Seed x OC ) | Part 12

Summary: Trinity-Hope Johnson finds herself in the middle of a holy war, leading the Resistance, while having a complicated relationship with one of the cult’s herald. And she thought her first case would be easy. Oh how wrong she was!

Pairings: John Seed/Fem!Deputy, John Seed/OC, Earl Whitehorse & OC ( uncle&niece ), Joseph Seed/Fem!Deputy ( kind of ), might add more later

Warnings: mild language, violence, eventually smut, masturbation, oral sex, you know guys the usual, use of drugs ( bliss and other, thanks to Sharky ), fluff ( does that even need a warning? ), manipulation, angst, mention of mental illness ( insomnia, depression ), mention of child abuse ( from John’s side ), torture, I think that’s it? I swear it’s not so bad!

Word Counter: 4413

Notes: Okay, so things going to go fast from here. For a bit, not super fast. Also: I love Nick Rye! *-*

It has been a long time since Hope had such a nice sleep as she just had in John Seed's bed. Feeling the expensive comfort all night long, body and mind relaxing. Her senses being dim from the scent surrounding her through her dreams. No nightmares, no burning fields or Jacob's voice demanding her to kill. She wakes up on her own, head burried in the youngest Seed brother's pillow. Her hand stroking the fabric of it, smiling to herself.

Hope opens her eyes and yawns as she slowly sits up in the king sized bed. Her head doesn't hurt as much as it did yesterday. She rubs her eyes from the sleepiness and as she does she notices something on her wrist. She actually didn't realize she was wearing a wrist watch all along.

“What the...” She wonders as she looks down at the watch. She's not an expert, but she knows something expensive when she sees one.

She doesn't remember having it, until... Until she got into John's bunker!

“What the hell? Did he buy me a watch?” She laughs in disbelief as she look at her wrist. She shakes her head, can't believe the man did that. Yes, she mentioned it to him that she lost her watch in the Whitetails, but this? He brought her a gift? And an expensive one at the look of it.

She gets up from the bed, bare feet meeting the fine wooden floor. Even the floor feels nice, of course. She chuckles for herself as she stands up and walks toward the door which she thinks leads to the bathroom. She doesn't know what she was expecting but as she watches the door open, revealing a huge bathroom she stops at her tracks. A shower cabin in one corner of the room and a bath tub at the other. A huge ass mirror above the sink and a toilet, covered in a fluffy blue toilet seat. Luxury and money screaming off of every bit of the room. Just like everywhere else in the house.

As she steps into the bathroom she notices the bathtub, that it has jets in it.

“Oh, you’ve got to be joking.” She says as she looks at it in disbelief but with a huge smile on her face.

She starts the water, then starts looking for bath bombs or anything that she could put into the water. She opens the cabinet above the sink, the one with the mirror and she’s faced with a bunch of medical bottles.

She frowns, looking at the descriptions. Everyone is named for John, but a few of the bottles have a different name. ‘John Duncan’ and on that Hope doesn’t know how to react. Why is John’s name Duncan? Isn’t he a Seed? I thought Faith was Fake Seed…

She looks at the names of the medications: Normison, Prozac, Adderall… All kinds of drugs against insomnia, depression and anxiety? Wow, now I feel even more sorry for him. Fuck.

She looks past the medicines and she spots toothpaste and a couple of toothbrushes. She checks them, grabbing one that looks unused and start brushing her teeth. I could get used to this. She didn’t pay much attention to hygiene since she arrived in the County. And now she wanted to do everything that she didn’t have the chance of.

She feels refreshed as she puts down the toothbrush then she stops the water, that already filled up the bathtub. The young woman puts some stuff into the water, all kinds of nice smells filling the air in the bathroom. She gets out of John’s shirt and her underwear and sets it down at the sink, then she gets into the tub with a sigh.

Her muscles relaxing in the hot water she closes her eyes. As she lays there her radio crackles to life in the bedroom. She opens her eyes and listens, waits for a voice to talk to her.

“Deputy... We need to talk.”

What...the...hell... It’s Joseph Seed. Why is Joseph Seed calling her, what should she do? Hope gets out of the bath quickly, wrapping a towel around her body as she leaves wet marks on the floor while walking back into the bedroom. She looks at her radio on the bed in disbelief. He never called her. Hell, he didn’t try to talk to her since the Cleansing.

“I know you can hear me... I know you’re in my brother’s house.” His voice is calm as always, soothing and friendly. The reason why she has goosebumps all over her body. She shakily takes the radio in her hands, but doesn’t push down the button to talk. She never talked to him before, he never heard her voice.

At her silence there’s a dissappointed sigh, but not an annoyed one. He’s nothing like John. Why are you comparing him to John?

“I’ve had a vision of you last night...” The man continues and she just stands there, water dripping down from her body as she looks down at her radio in her hands. “I’ve seen what’s coming next. The Lord showed me a glimpse of the future: you standing above my brother’s corpse.”

There’s silent again and Hope mouth drops. Her heart feels heavy at those words. Just like in the voice mail, but now he said it. No metaphors or hidden clues. She thinks of John, the man that owned this house, who has the smirk of the devil. She thinks of him dead, belove her, his beautiful blue eyes turned into glassy ones. She shakes her head, closing her eyes as she tries to delete this picture out of her head.

Joseph continues on the other end as she does:

“I ask you...” He seems to search for the right words, then he exhales and continues. “I ask you to spare his life... He wasn’t always like this, he was the most loving out of all of us. He was just a boy when all those terrible things happened to him.”

Hope imagines a young boy again, crying on the kitchen floor while his parents beat him. She doesn’t notice how it affects her until a tear drops down from her face to her hand that is holding the radio.

“I know he can change, he can change through love. I’m only asking you to spare his life. You don’t need to kill him, Deputy... Please think about it.”

And with that her radio turns silent again. She stands in the room, water dripping down from her body, towel hanging around her. All kinds of thoughts run through her mind. Mostly about the so called vision of Joseph. She wonders if the Father called John about this vision as well, but she has a feeling that he didn’t.

She tries to forget about it as she puts up her underwear and her jeans, Sharky’s sweater and the denim jacket on her body with her dirty boots. It’s easier to wear the weathered clothes rather than trying to explain why she wears John Seed’s shirt.

She makes her way out to the corridor and as she looks down into the living room she smiles at the sleeping Sharky and Boomer, cuddling up on the couch. It’s a cute picture, really. She walks through a door out to the balcony and then down to another building, which she assumes is the garage.

Well, almost. As Hope enters the garage she whistles, watching the yellow plane being parked there.

“Hello, beautiful.” She smiles, running her hand long the door of the plane. She remembers John’s being a dark one, and there’s a huge text saying: ‘Rye and Sons’.

She smiles as she enters the plane, although she never in her life flew one. I learned to fly a chopper, how hard could this be?

She puts the headphone on her head and starts the engine of the plane, ready to exit the building. I didn’t die yet, that’s good. She amuses as the plane starts to roll out of the hangar, taking a turn to the airfield.

She flies into the air and starts to panic as she does. This definitely doesn’t work as a chopper. But there’s no going back.

A man’s voice comes through her radio and she tries to concentrate not falling to her death and listening to him speaking as well.

“Hey! This is Nick Rye! Who the hell are you and where do you think you’re taking my plane?! Goddamn Peggies... Wait, wait wait. Ain’t no Peggie dumb enough to pull a stunt like that... Shit, you’re that Deputy I been hearin’ about, ain’t ya?”

Hope laughs nervously as her hands shake around the control of the plane.

“Did you just call me dumb?” She laughs. “Yup, that’s me. Thought I would return your plane to you? You need it?”

Nick humms on the other end:

“Yup. You gotta bring that bird back to me. It’s our only way out of this shit storm. Now I need to make sure they didn’t mess with it. Let’s run it through some tests. Hang a sharp left at the crop circle and fly super low along the river.”

She makes the plane turn left and almost gets a heart attack.

“This thing is a lot more sensitive than a chopper!” She says panicked but manages to straighten out the plane.

“Did you ever fly a plane?” Nick asks and she laughs nervously with a ‘nope’. “Man, you’re either brave or stupid.”

Hope laughs at that nodding to herself.

“Probably both.”

The man on the other end sighs:

“Either way, you just saved my life. Hell, you saved my whole family. Peggies attacked my place just as we were fixin’ to take off good. Swiped my plane and left me to fight for my life. I’m damn near outta ammo.”

Hope takes another sharp turn to left and she feels like she’ll fly right out of the plane, bumping her head on the metal ceiling. When she manages to straighten it out and watches the river below she starts to get lower in the air. She pulls it back up when she almosts flies right into the water as Nick’s excited voice follows her, making her a bit less afraid of the flight.

“God damn! Breakin’ into John’s ranch of all places and makin’ it out in one piece. Way to show those fuckers.”

She chuckles at that, while following the river.

“Yeah, they had that coming. So I figured why the hell not.” Her voice is proud of her own actions. Though it was probably just a bold and idiotic idea.

“They must have been mystified.” Nick laughs with her. “Man, what I’d give to have seen the looks on their faces. Stupid Peggies.”

She follows the river, trying her best to not to crash as Rye continues to speak.

“That’s all they do around here. Show up at your door, like they did to me, and take whatever the hell they want. You know, I shoulda figured everythin’ would be alright. That plane’s never let a single one of us Ryes down. Don’t know what we would’ve done if we lost that plane.”

“Mhmmm...” She says as she tries her best at controlling the plane.

“You should be comin’ to a big fork in the river. Hang right.”

“Oooookay.” She says and watches for the direction. Honestly she just wants to land this thing and survive the day. She should’ve taken lessons before going off, flying around the county. And she’s not even wearing a parachute.

“Yeah, takes a certain kind of man to defend his home. Between you ‘n me, I’m not sure I fit the bill. I don’t know if you got little monsters of your own, but--”

“I’m twenty-one” She laughs, defending herself.

“Okay, but! I’m telling you, the thought of leaving mine fatherless puts the fear of God inside me. And mine ain’t even born yet.”

Hope smiles to herself. A family-oriented person, huh? That’s not a bad thing.

“If runnin’ means I can protect my family at the cost of losin’ my home, so be it. That’s the right move ain’t it?”

Hope smiles to herself, touched by how he wants his family to be safe.

“I think so, yeah. I mean I’m not a parent but I would probably do the same.”

There’s a moment of silence before Nick continues to speak:

“Still, makes my goddamn blood boil that I gotta uproot from the place my family worked so hard to put together. They earned every inch of this land with blood and sweat, and now I gotta lose it to some man-bunned little twerp and his posse of inbreeds? Fuck it!” Hope laughs so hard at that that her hand shake, making her stops as the plane moves dangerously. “You don’t mess with a Rye without it leavin’ a scar. Let’s give ‘em a long kiss goodbye, partner!”

Hope smiles at the sudden nickname, finally getting to be called something else than just ‘Deputy’ and ‘Rook’.

“I’m in it. What should I do?” She asks as she flies over a bridge.

“You should be flying over a field. Light up any Peggies you see. And if you see any Bliss tankers, blow ‘em sky high.”

Blowing things up? Now that’s a thing I really love! She flies over the field and angles the plane, starting shooting at the silo. Getting a bit too close, worried it won’t blow up she hoists the plane up a bit in the air, the silo blowing up below her.

“Woooohoooo!” She laughs, happy like a kid at Christmas’ morning.

“Joseph has his minions poisoning our water supply. Check out the irrigation reservoir or places like it, and lay waste to ‘em.”

Hope flies over a forest, being a bit more confident with the plane. Nick even compliments her on it.

“Look at you being an ace in that thing. You’re like the next Clutch Nixon! Man... he was so cool.”

The junior deputy giggles at that. She heard about the stunt man, he’s a god damn legend in Hope County, but she doesn’t think she’s anywhere near him if it comes to planes.

When she catches sight of the bliss tankers she lowers the plane a bit, shooting them all up.

“Peggies do most of their fueling just north of my runway. Take ‘em out before they get in the air.”

She looks into the distance and considers it.

“Yo, Nick! Do you have like bombs on this thing?”

She asks and Nick humms:

“Yup! See the big red button people tell you in movies to not push?”

She looks down at the controls, the button ot top of it.

“Yeah, I see it.” She replies, readying her thumb over it.

“When you’re ready, drop the bombs on top of the peggies head with pushing it down. You’ll get the hang of it.”

She waits until she reaches the field, the planes being under her and she drops the bombs. And they blow up good, she doesn’t have to do it twice. She laughs, happy of her win as Nick speaks to her again.

“If you do a nice smooth turn, it should put you on a good approach to my air strip. See ya soon!”

She turns the plane, not being as clumsy as before, but starts panicking.

‘Wait, wait, wait, wait! How the hell do I land this thing?!”

Nick hushes her, voice calm, trying to calm down the young woman.

“Now, people say landing is the hardest part, but I’ll show ya how to do it right. Just get the runway in front of you while steadily lowering your attitude.”

Not understandin professional or any language she shrieks:

“What?!” She lowers the plane a bit as she nears the air strip, trying to not die while landing.

She slows down the plane a bit as it lands on the ground, shaking her in the process.

“Umff..” She says as she rolls on the runway.

“Awesome landing, partner! Bring the plane to me. You’ll see me wavin’.”

She moves the plane toward him, trying not to crash into the man in the process. She stops the engine and gets out of the plane, thanking God that she landed safely.

“I think I’m gonna vomit!” She says, leaning on her thighs as she looks down at the ground, but she doesn’t.

“Oh my god, oh my god, look at her... Son of a bitch, you did it!” The man comes up to Hope hugging her close and she can’t help but giggle at the embrace. “You did it, thank you!”

Nick releases her and looks at the plane. He looks in the way of his house shouting:

“Kim! The plane’s back!”

A woman’s voice replies back to him:

“Yeah, I heard!”

Nick turns back to Hope and motions to the plane.

“Hey, come on, let’s turn it around. Come on, grab on!”

She does so, helping him turn the plane, though she’s not as strong as she wants to be, so Nick does most of the muscle work. The man chuckles at her:

“You know, this is the first time in a long time I feel like shit’s actually going my way. Those damn Peggies...”

When they finish turning the plane around he shouts again:

“Kim, come on!”

Nick looks at the plane:

“Please tell me they didn’t fuck with her... You know...” He turns to Hope while checking the yellow metal bird out. “This plane’s been in my family for three generations, can you believe that?”

Hope smiles at him:

“That’s awesome.”

The man shouts again to Kim:

“Kim, you coming?!”

The reply comes, annoyed:

“Yeah, I’m coming!”

Nick raises his hands and shakes his head as he walks past Hope:

“I swear, that woman sometimes... Anyway, my grandpa first got it when it got back from World War Two.“ He climbs on the yellow bird and opens the door to it. “Was his pride and joy.”

“Nick!” A shout comes from Kim.

“I made a few... modifications over the years...”

“Niiick!” Hope turns to the voice then back to the man.

“Kim would ya just hurry up?”

Hope smiles but frowns as soon as the woman replies:

“Nick! The peggies are on their way!”

Nick’s smile freezes:

“What?” As if on cue a plane flies over above them, dropping a bomb near on the forest to them. Fuck! “Those motherfuckers, they just won’t let up!”

A couple of bullets fly right into the plane, almost hitting Hope and Nick. She picks up her AR-C and looks at the man.

“Jesus Christ. Listen. I’m better in the air but you’re a fuckin’ beast on the ground. I’ll hit ‘em high you hit ‘em low, what do you say, partner?” She gives him a brofist nodding. “Horah!”

He enters the plane and Hope turns around, starting to run toward the house. Keep the pregnant woman safe, that’s a priority!

“Kim’s in the house! I’m trustin’ youy partner, keep her safe!” He says through the radio as Hope shoots the peggies outside of the house.

A worried scream comes from inside:

“Nick, Nick, Nick!”

Hope turns her beast mode on and fights herself inside, taking out every damn peggie in her way. As a cultist tries to break into a room upstairs with a bat she takes him out, while Kim inside shouts:

“Tell John Seed this is our place!” God, I already love this woman! Hope smiles to herself as she moves out of the house, standing on the porch, ready to kill anyone who dares to come near the Rye house.

“Ah, dumb move Nick. Shit, shit! Hangar, they’re at the hangar!”

Hope leaves the house, peggie free and runs to the building near it. She climbs on top of the hangar, she likes being on the high ground. Easier to hit targets.

She shoots down the ATVs and the truck, but a bullet almost flies through her, Hope takes cover on the roof. Snipers!

Nick comes to her aid though:

“Stay back. I’m gonna light up these snipers on the roof.” And he does, Hope thankful she doesn’t end up dead today.

After getting clear all of the peggies Hope goes up to the house, waiting for Nick to land. When that happens and he makes his way inside she waits outside, until the man opens the door again, suitcase in hand:

“Come on, Kim. We’re leaving.”

“No.” The pregnant woman says firmly in the back of the room.

“No?” Nick asks back, placing the suitcase on the porch. “C’mon..” He motions to Hope to help him out.

She follows him inside:

“No, this is our home.”

“Kim, you just don’t understand...”

Hope stays silent, not wanting to get between the conversation of husband and wife. Nick gives her a suitcase to hold and she does that.

“Don’t understand what? That they’re stealing our land and kidnapping our friends and God knows what else?” Kim steal the suitcase from Hope’s hands and the junior deputy stands there awkwardly, listening to them.

“Kim...”

“Nick. Your grandfather built this place. You really want to turn your back on that? And what about all the times you talked about handing off the business to our daughter?”

Hope stands next to the pair, looking from one to the other. A smile breaking her face as she listens to them. Is this how being in love feels? Cute.

“I talked about handing off the business to our son.” Hope wants to laugh at that but stops herself.

“You’ve seen the ultrasound. It’s a girl.”

The man shakes his hand:

“That was on a messy black and white TV screen. You know them things ain’t reliable.” He points at Hope in question and she widens her eyes, putting up her hands, wanting nothing with this conversation.

“Nick...” There’s a moment of silence and the man places his hand on Kim’s pregnant stomach and Hope smiles at that.

“I love you.” He says to Kim, who replies with a ‘me too’.

“Awww...” Hope says smiling at the pair, feeling like a third wheel in the moment, but enjoying their happiness.

“Well, Deputy, looks like the Rye family’s digging in. Hey, listen, if you need air support, you gimme a holler. You and me, we’ll be like Butch and Sundance.”

He seems so happy as he brings back the suitcases into the house, Kim turning to him:

“Nick, they both died at the end.”

He looks up at the woman shaking his head:

“Nah.”

Hope looks at Kim, smiling down at the woman, she takes her hands in hers and whispers:

“Please, take care of him.”

Hope nodds and mouths a silent ‘of course’. Nick stands up and looks at the woman, coming up to them and holding them both in his hug.

“Wow, sudden... but okay.” Hope giggles and starts to suffocate with Kim and they both let go of the man.

He smiles down at Hope, questioningly:

“So, partner! What’s your name?”

Hope looks at him surprised and just stands there, looking up at the man. She feels like tear are gathering in her eyes. Such a simple question, but it makes her heart warm and melt. Not only he doesn’t call her Deputy non-stop, but he also asked her name? She doesn’t get that much attention from others. Hell, she doesn’t think anyone knows her name, other than her uncle, colleges and Adam.

“Sorry.” She says, wiping down her tear, laughing. “I feel like an idiot for crying at this, just you know. Not many people treat me like... well like another human being.”

She feels small, she fears she’ll cause them to cringe, but Kim comes up to her, arms wide open and she hugs her.

“Well we do. We’re greatful for what you did to our family,...?” She looks up at Hope, which is funny, considering Hope is quite small as well.

“Hope. My name’s Trinity-Hope Johnson. But I prefer Hope.”

Kim and Nick smile at her and she feels like she’s already at home. She didn’t feel this around others. Not even Sharky, though the man is considered to be her best friend.

“Welcome to the family, Hope.”

After staying for breakfast -which she skipped while flying around the Valley- and talking to the Ryes the junior deputy leaves their house. A smile on her face she steps into the car, which she asked to borrow from Nick. When she drives to the Ranch she is surprised to find it empty. No Sharky, no Adam. She tries calling Jerome, Mary May, even the Ryes but no one answers.

Hope starts to get worried, not knowing why is the sudden silent. Then her radio crackles to life on her belt. She expects it to be Sharky or Adam explaining where they went, but the voice calling her belongs to someone else. She freezes, fear starting to build up in her. How is that every time John calls her on the open station he sounds so monotone? Cold, while speaking on the private channel he always seems to ease up a bit?

“Atonement is the final step before fully accepting The Word of the Father into your heart. Our sins - having been finally exposed - can now be removed... Freeing our souls and opening our hearts. Now, the pain of Atonement is measured by the severity of the sin... and thanks to your Deputy, the sins of this Resistance are indeed...severe. You will all Atone for what the Deputy has done. You will all welcome The Word of the Father into your hearts. You will all say Yes... Your actions have consequences, Deputy. I’ve gathered all your friends here in Fall’s End to atone for your sins.” Hope blinks a few seconds, not knowing what to do.

“You’re welcome to join us. After all, if it weren’t for you they wouldn’t be in this predicament... This is your last chance to say Yes, Deputy... Don’t be late.”

The call ends and Hope stands in the home of the man who kidnapped her friends... She wants to cry out to him from anger, but that wouldn’t help them... She looks at the answering machine on the dining table and thinks about Joseph Seed’s morning call. He saw what’s coming next. And if she has to kill John Seed to save her friends? Then so be it...

A/N: This is the watch she got from John: Vacheron Constantin Overseas Small Model.

Tags: @onl-you , @redaurora17

#hope's savior #trinity-hope johnson #my deputy #far cry 5 fanfiction #far cry fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #john seed x oc #john seed x deputy #john seed x female deputy #far cry 5 #my ocs

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hailqueenofswords · 4 years

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Daily double draw

November 27 2019

5 of cups and The Hermit

I totally get this because I haven’t been sleeping well at ALL and I’ve been having intense insomnia where I don’t sleep for 48 hours then I sleep for 12 hours straight and it is just messing with my whole routine I have going on that I was really into and excited about.

I have a set daily routine I follow in order for me to feel aligned and high vibe and rested and taken care of and all that jazz but since this sleep issue is occurring, everything has been fucked up and I’m really beating myself up like why can’t I sleep? Why can’t I get anything done? I wake up and my whole day is gone so I fail to do the things I need to do. I feel like a failure basically and I’m beating myself up about it quite a bit even tho I know it’s not my fault I have insomnia??? Anyways, I’m catching myself feeling like looking at these empty ass cups like I’m looking at my whole day being wasted and I’m totally just beating myself up and wasting more day than realizing I still DO have half a day left and I CAN make the most of it and get stuff done still so there’s that.

And then we have the hermit LOL as an artist this is like my card that signifies I need to just go away, be alone, and paint, and just explore myself and maybe do some healing and calming meditation so that I can feel relaxed for a goddamn second. Instead of rushing around being pissed I wasted my day, pounding coffee so I can stay up all night and finish the shit I need to do and just keep repeating this stupid cycle.

And that’s the tea on myself.

#daily tarot #tarotreading #tarot #tarotdaily #personal #journal

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lunaehymn · 7 years

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a wishlist of plots !!

ideas for just about every character… i just rlly love chara development —— let me live.

noctis—

book interactions !!

secrets being shared

‘these are my friends, they’re lame but great.’

luna including loose pages of notes she wanted to write to him while the book was with him.

kid interactions

luna takING HIM TO THE FIELDS OF SYLLEBLOSSOMS.

her with him during his healing sessions.

teaching each other how to do dumb ( cool ) things?? flower crowns, simple knots, origami, card houses??

nyx—

this post :’)))

shopping shOPPING PLS LET HER BRING HIM SHOPPING.

‘i’ll be married soon, so i’d like to know something about masculine attire’

‘boots with a slight platform are not the same as heels.’

‘spin around, please— 360 view.’

this post too tbh ??? it’s somewhat part of my big au verse with luna surviving and all that good j a z z.

ravus—

boi h owdy

their mother’s passing. give me them grieving.

HONESTLY JUST ANYTHING

GIVE ME !!!! FLEURET INTERACTIONS !!!!

crowe—

I WILL MAKE A VERSE ON THIS BLOG WHERE CROWE PICKS HER UP OK.

THE TWO GETTING DISGUISES

cute coffee dates for in between the chaos.

late night chats. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

‘have you ever been in love?’

‘no.’

‘why do you feel the need to lie to me?’

S AYING GOOD BYE GONNa HURT ME OKAYYYYYY

libertus—

ok but…. what if she let him take her to altissia.

new bodyguARD AND HE DOES GREAT O K

‘you’ll have to forgive me, princess. can’t say i’ve ever attended such a fancy meeting.’

‘you’re doing perfectly fine, for it being your first, sir ostium’

n y x and c r o w e talk.

‘. .do you think it was quick?’

‘well. . he definitely didn’t go out without a fight.’

‘what was she like?’

‘indescribable. . and she deserved so much better.’

LIBERTUS !!!!!!!! MOURNING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

for crowe ( with luna’s support )

for nyx ( with luna’s support )

for luna ( by himself )

let my son be happy, ,,

prompto—

this video is all i have to offer.

hey hey hey that au where luna LIVES happily married and GLAIVE PROMPTO TELLING HER STORIES OF THEIR ADVENTURES !!!!

luna knowing that prompto loves photography, and she asks him about his work.

prom showing up the next day with all his photo albums and telling her the context and story behind each photo.

AU WHERE LUNA JOINS THE BOYS AND PROM SHOWS HER HOW TO S H O O T !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i want lunafreya to fucking kiss prompto’s barcode, i fuckin stan luna accepting and loving prompto unconditionally.

remember when prompto catches noct on that nif-ship??? yeah??? get him to fly off and save luna too.

gladiolus—

teach her how to fight, oml

TEACH HER !! THE WAY OF CUP NOODLES !!!!!

:)))))))) angst

‘your father was a wonderful man.’

‘mhm.. he sure was.’

‘he spoke very highly of you and iris both.’

‘mm…’

‘the eve of the signing, he told me he was looking forward to spending more time with you two. that he was proud to see you’d gotten so far with him so busy.’

‘…’

‘he loved you both.’

‘yeah.’

ignis—

TEACH HER TO DRIVE HOLY HE CK.

‘here’s a list of the only things noctis will eat.’

them??? planning thE WEDDING TOGETHER PL S.

‘i believe this course featuring this wine will complement it all nicely.’

‘will noctis like it?’

‘when has noctis liked anything having to do with fruit?’

‘..cake.’

‘he claims they’re ‘two different things’.’

they share tricks for healing / fixing up their friends !!

iris—

MMMMMM OK.

i have a rlly angsty idea that i won’t post here…. but if u want it…. i got it..

TEACH HER HOW TO SEW.

let her weave flowers into ur hair

TEACHIN EACH OTHER HOW TO KI C K ASS TOOO !!!!!!!!

cidney—

teach her a few things about cars ( obviously ).

pls…. i beg of you… let luna put some damn clothes on her.

shopping !! dates !!!!

cute girls defending / saving each other from weirdos.

s p a d a y

LUNA TAKING SHELTER AT HAMMERHEAD A LITTLE AFTER KINGSGLAIVE OK.

regis—

AU IN WHICH EVERYONE LIVES AND SHE TELLS HIM SHE’S PREGNANT.

pls let her.. take him from insomnia.

let regis live 2kforever.

idk how b ut p l ease.

GRANDDADDY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! REGIS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE I’M C RYIN GHHERE

cute interactions when she was younger.

‘does mother do well guiding you?’

‘she does. i don’t know where i would be without her. and you, young lady, will do just as well for noctis. i know it.’

s creams bc regis holding his grandchild for the first time pls.

cor—

him as her bodyguard post kingsglaive.

that’s all i got.

just think about it…… honestly….. its so good.

COR AT THE SIGNING TREATY PARTY, LUNA AND HIM TALKING AND THE TWO OF THEM BEING ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS IN THE SAME SPACE THAT EVERYONE ELSE IS JUST.... ABSOLUTELY B L I N D E D.

what beauty, what grace... he will absolutely beat your face if you so much as breathe a bad word in the oracle’s general direction.

ardyn—

interactions with him and her as a child.

him ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) lowkey missing being able to help people out.

him?? escorting her places bc jokes on u bitch, she’s ur problem today.

‘must you really try on every dress in the store?’

‘must you comment on everything i try on?’

‘yes, bc ur style is shit.’

luna: -fifty shades of offended bc what is your scarf buddy-

aranea—

sharing secrets about her brother.

the two gossiping in general.

‘are there any cuties in ur fleet?’

‘nah.’

‘really??’

ARANEA TEACHING NIFLHEIM SOME MANNERS.

‘listen, i get she’s your prisoner and all— but i catch you layin’ a hand on the lady again, and i’ll have your head thrown into the bay.. ya’ hear?’

loqi—

congrats, welcome to the BABY SITTER’S CLUB, loqi. we have jackets.

like adryn, you get to escort her to places.

whether it be an orphanage, a park, town square— you get to follow her to make sure she doesn’t get kidnapped.

WHICH HAPPENS MORE OFTEN THAN YOU’D THINK.

lunafreya, an a1 manipulator for information: you’ll never catch noct off guard.

loqi, a determined, but foolish, man: -spills niflheim’s entire plan to prove that they can catch noct off guard-

luna being soft and healing him when he gets hurt while protecting her :3c

“its not your duty to fix me.”

“nor is it my duty to stay in tenebrae, while niflheim ruins what home i have left.”

“...then why do you?”

“because my duty is to my people, and to my king.”

drautos—

mmmmmmmmm god i hate dorito man.

honestly just??? i couldn’t tell you.

but this shady asshole.

luna just?? feeling on edge around him all the time.

she couldn’t tell you why, but there’s a familiar tension in the air whenever he’s around.

she can never put her finger on it, but tHIS ASSHOLE.

nyx dying, libertus not being able to help her — drautos succeeding in getting her and the ring back.

it’s rlly angsty i can tell you that now.

she has zero Z E R O respect for him after

clarus—

in regards to the one plot for gladio———

clarus finding a moment to talk to luna.

regis ain’t that far away, don’t worry.

but he just… introduces himself, obviously, but.. just begins asking if she’s had contact with noctis?

and if he’s mentioned gladio??? at all?????

pls just let clarus do that dad thing where they talk about how PROUD they are of their children, like s h i t!!!!! i love !!!!! familial relationships !!!!! and i love hearing characters tALK ABOUT OTHER CHARACTERS LIKE FU CK !!!!!

LET HIM TALK ABOUT IRIS TOO GOD !!!!! I LOVE HER TOO !!!!!!!

GODDAMN I LOVE THIS FAMILY !!!!!!!!!!

luche—

he’s a glaive ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

have her meet him at the party ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

her praising him for protecting lucis.

her thanking him for protecting lucis.

her hoping to hear more about / from him later on.

have the betrayal be really hard on her ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

gentiana—

really morbid, but deep conversations.

if gentiana knows when she’ll die.

if she knows HOW she’ll die…

…i swear i love her ok

just… astral talk??

we could make up but also build off of the lore we already know for this universe?? but also jump into other things not yet touched in canon…

idk i like these girls sm i need more interaction

where the FUCK is gentiana in kingsglaive

what the fuck

WHY the fuck

WHO the fuck was in charge of not putting gentiana in that damn film.

the short period of time outside of insomnia, after kingsglaive, where they meet up.

do they walk and talk for a bit??

does gentiana escort her to a city??

to HAMMERHEAD, maybe??

like i hope and pray she does.

who knows :’))

pryna—

ok sO I HC THAT LUNA HAS.... chronic pain just from the amount of scourge she’s harboring in her body. and she has mornings where it is v hard for her to leave bed, and pryna keeps her company.

THE PUPS AND LUNA HAVING A TELEPATHY SORTA DEAL, seeing as how luna could be.... considered..... divine herself. but yeah, love my!!! beautiful girls!!!!

angst: pryna and luna inner dialog while dying next to each other. bye.

umbra—

this can go for pryna too, but luna giving him a BATH in ( most likely ) her ginormous bathtub in tenebrae. bubbles. rubber duckies. BUBBLES.

umbra actually picking luna up items ( ones he finds neat ), and luna thinks they’re from noct every time... but they’re like... really odd... items...

a keychain of a chocobo.

a feather.

he has brought her an empty wallet before.

a small plastic shovel you use at the beach.

probably halves of other things too ( half a roll of tape ).

#screams into the void #i'm out buying groceries rn so i'm on mobile posting this———#but hi enjoy my trash

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smokeybrand · 7 years

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Eye of the Beholder

My lady and I have been together for thirteen years. She has been a part of my world for about half of my brother’s lives. In my time with her, I have grown as a man, a person, and adult. She gave me a completely different perspective on life and a reason to be more than what I was when i met her. She’s been with me through the good, the bad, and the ugly and I love her dearly for it. There is a void in me left from all of the trauma I suffered as a child. I’ve had nightmares every day of my life since the age of 4 because of it. I’ve had insomnia from it since the age of 12 because of it. When I’m with her, I sleep. Honest to god, sleep. She soothes my broken and weary soul. She is the sun, the moon, and the stars in my galaxy and I thank her every day for it. For supporting me. For loving me. She is the most important person in my life, ahead of my brothers, my mother, and my sister. It took close to a decade for that to happen. I had to be sure she was the one. She had to be sure I was the one. I think our bond is stronger for it.

My brother has dated this girl for about four months and all of his relationships appear to be in shambles. She came to us through our cousin. She dated him for about half a year before that relationship ended badly. There was some trouble in her home so I took her in with the intention of supporting her as she figured herself out. Chick is only 19 so I figured a little understanding could go a long way. Wrong. After the break up with my cousin, she went about two weeks on her own. In that time, she became an independent, confidant, vibrant young woman, well on her way toward maturity. Then she started dating my brother and threw all of that out the window. Within a month, she had lost her job and went through several emotional meltdowns because, according to her “my brother is no good to her.” Again, 19. Literally a year and a half removed from high school. Immaturity ensued because this chick doesn’t know who she is , which makes her insecure and defensive toward my brother, which ends with some petty nonsense happening to me. She punched a hole in my wall over some goddamn breadsticks. From dominoes. I threw her out over the weekend but, curiously, my brother has decided to leave with her. Why?

In the handful of months they’ve dated, I’ve watched this chick destroy my brother’s closest friendships. She outright disrespected a kid that goes back to high school with him. Like, she was a toddler when they met but she’s convinced him that dude’s a user and a bad friend. She didn’t like how ol’ boy spoke to my brother so she convinced him to stop being the guy’s friend. That’s a decade long friendship, gone. My 23 year old little-little sister, whom I’ve known since she was 14, whom my brother has known since she was 13, hasn’t been around in months. She was supposed to move in with us. Chick stayed A night. Haven’t seen her since. My ma thinks that my brother’s girlfriend was threatened by their closeness and my little-little had to go. My brother and a friend were supposed to move out and start a business together. Dude is an electrician and had the start-up loot. All my brother had to do was manage the day to day and they were good. In creeps the girlfriend. All of a sudden, no more move. No more partnership. No more friend. Haven’t seen that cat in months either. My brother had a friend who commutes from the bay to work out here. He was trying to save scratch to move back here and crashed at our house when he came because we live own the street from the bus station. Chick starts to date my brother, cat’s been a ghost. That’s not to mention our cousin has been devastated through all of this. He was terrible to ol’ girl so he kind of deserves it bur still. You changed this kid’s diapers, let him stay with us rent free for a year but now that you’re eating his leftovers, he’s the worst? Really?

Anyone with a semblance of maturity or sense avoids this chick like the plague because she’s the worst. Her youth makes her dumb and, as adults, we all have a very low tolerance for that nonsense. We all love and care for my brother so we tend to put up with his child bride but none of us really want her around. Except for my older sister. Who is a moron. Who is just like my brother’s chick. But she’s 40. And has two kids. With two different men. And dates a woman now. Who is also terrible. My older sister is a ratchet mess; a failure as an adult and mother. She is an inspired chef but has squandered any opportunity with her craft through ego and pettiness. She literally beat three senior chefs on one of those reality cooking competitions to earn a head chef position in a chain restaurant at 30. Do you know how long it takes to become a head chef anywhere? She was about a decade ahead of schedule! But, she quit because she didn’t have enough menu control. At a chain restaurant. Now, she wallows in section 8 housing lamenting how terrible her life is because of other people “betraying her” or “poisoning her with negative energy” or “not being loyal” or some other such nonsense instead of accepting anything even remotely resembling responsibility. Like her father, it’s everyone else who is against her. It’s everyone else who is the problem, never her. A sentiment she and my brother’s child-bride share. Of my four, blood related siblings ( I say blood related because I have a brother and two sisters who I’ve known forever who aren’t related to me but I love them as much as if they were) she’s the worst. Actually, scratch that. Of all seven of my siblings, she’s the worst. Of all my siblings, she’s the only one that actually LIKES my brother’s girlfriend, not just tolerates her. She hates my girlfriend though. Never met her, mostly because I don’t think she’s worthy of my chick’s shine, but nevertheless, wildly negative opinion of her. So, obviously, my older sister is a terrible judge of character. The fact that she likes his chick so much should be cause for concern, no? I mean, my sister is literally the type of person to put her spouse ahead of her child, like, we had a long ass debate about this, on facebook, TO WHICH MY BROTHER’S GIRLFRIEND SIDED WITH MY DUMBASS SISTSER! How are there no alarms going off all over the place in his head about his chick??

Ultimately, I understand the heart wants what it wants. My brother could very well want this chick for some reason. I don’t understand it myself. Sure, she is smarter than most her age, intellectually. Like, chick is very well read. She is relatively sharp as well. She has a ton of potential and carries herself much better than other early twenty somethings I’ve met. But, goddamn, she has all of the emotional depth of a goddamn puddle and that’s the problem. Her immaturity is rampant and toxic, destroying her life as she just lets it run wild. She’s lost friends, great jobs, and two places to stay behind it, one of which was her f*cking parent’s house. All of this and she still acts the way she does. All of this and she still isn’t trying to be better or get help. She doesn’t want to because it’s too hard. She said that to me. It’s too hard to work on herself. Of course it is! That’s why it’s called work. The fact that she would rather fill the void in her soul with whatever dick on hand should, again, be setting off all sorts of alarms in my brother’s head. Seriously, she was saying the exact same sweet nothings to out cousin, three weeks before she started saying them to my brother! She was on her own for two weeks and then was “in love” with my brother! Two weeks, man! A f*cking fortnight! She doesn’t even love herself, man! How can she be capable of loving someone else??

I’m not writing this to bash my brother’s chick. She’s a child that needs help. I tried to help her but she doesn’t WANT help. She doesn’t WANT to put in the work to be BETTER and that’s my concern. Her mediocrity is infecting my brother. He’s lowering himself to her level so they can be together.. My brother’s chick has alienated him from decade long friend ships, destroys other people’s property when she’s upset or doesn’t get her way, and whines about literally everything. Chick literally would throw tantrums, literal kicking and screaming, because no one wanted to drive her to work. And he tolerates that sh*t. My brother isn’t stupid. We think a lot alike. We observe a lot alike. We generally come to the same concussions. I know he knows everything I just said. I know he knows she’s awful. So why stay? My chick uplifts me. She makes me want to be more tomorrow than I was yesterday. Being with her makes me better. My brother’s chick makes him worse and it’s slowly ruining his life. If I can see it, then he has to know that. So hat does she give him that makes his slow murder of self, worth? What the f*ck is it he sees in her?

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cloudsaysthings-archive · 7 years

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SOLE PARTY DAY THREE - COMPANIONS

Shameless self promotion.

Jack is going to explain his relationship with his companions and what he does with them during his free time.

TINY SPOILERS FOR PURPLE AHEAD!

Nick: “The old synth has some screws loose- quite literally, but the man is a great friend to have. If it weren’t for him, I would have died at the hands of Kellogg and would have given up on the search for Shaun long ago. We usually just shoot the shit when I have nothing to do and he’s available. Good times.”

Deacon: “I don’t know how I survive without Deacon’s wit and stupid jokes. I’m the only one in Sanctuary that actually tolerates his nonsense, and I don’t blame the others for tuning him out when he tells jokes. Although, they’re missing out on pure genius. There is never not a time where we’re not driving each other insane with jokes when we’re bored.”

Danse: “Oh god, he deserves so much after going through what he did. Figuring out that he’s what he has always hated? Psh, and I thought my level of self-hatred was bad… In all seriousness, though, I’m glad Maxson let him live. He’s as human as the rest of us. Him and I are almost like brothers. I’m always there for Danse when he needs the support; after all, he needs all the love and support he can get.”

Strong: “I survived a hug from him. I have no clue how my spine isn’t completely shattered. Love this big goofball. Lately I’ve been helping him learn more about humans and what we do.”

Preston: “He’s seen so much, yet never stops trying to help the Commonwealth, and I respect him for that. Preston has toughed his way through everything life has thrown at him, and I think that’s why we get along so well- we both have our own issues, but we get through it, with scars left over. He… well, saved me from myself during those first few days in Sanctuary. I taught him how to play checkers with caps, and when we’re not talking about our struggles, we play that.”

Hancock: “I’d hate to admit it but… for a second I thought he was the real John Hancock. Yeah, I’m an idiot. Anyways, Hancock is a pretty cool dude. He’s the living definition of ‘by the people, for the people.’ Even though he’s kind of a chem addict, we get along pretty well. We like to get a drink at the Third Rail every now and then, and I usually have to drag him back to Sanctuary afterwards.”

Curie: “She’s so goddamn innocent and naive that I usually have to explain things to her, and she enjoys it to no end. Curie is like a little puppy who just discovered snow for the first time- and you gotta admit, puppies in the snow is just cute. I’m honored to be the one who helps her with her experiments and help her adjust to life in a synth body. Also, I’ve tried to get her to hook up with Danse, to no avail so far.”

Cait: “This woman needs a hug- if she would allow me to hug her, that is. I’m super proud of her for beating her addiction. And for… well, being mature after the stupid one night stand that happened- but, uh, lets stay focused. Cait and I are a great team, our strength combined being enough to stop anyone. Sparring is a thing we like to do occasionally and she nearly kicks my ass every time.”

MacCready: “Little bro. He’s an asshole, but a lovable asshole. Mac is always hittin’ on Piper, most of the time just to get on my nerves. He reminds me of my brother, Jason, in the fact that we have a friendly rivalry going on. Any time Mac and I are out doing something, we always have a contest to see who shoots better. Usually, it’s tied, but I remember this one time the bullet ricocheted off a rock and hit him in the foot. He complained all the way back to Sanctuary, but admitted that I had won that one.”

Piper: “She has the most wild and bright emerald green eyes that match her scarf, she’s super stubborn but soft at the same time, and the wonderful words that come out of her mouth break me in such a great way. She’s absolutely beautiful in every definition of the word and I can’t help but smile like an idiot every time I see her. Her freckles are perfect and wonderful and the way she gets flustered over certain things makes me melt and just want to hold onto her for the rest of eternity. She has a scar on her shoulder from when she was a kid and she’s sorta fucked up like me. She made me realize how precious life was and I found that I could live for her. She saved me from myself and I fell hopelessly in love with her and when I realized how hard I fell my insomnia got worse for the next week and I couldn’t sleep.”

AU!Elenora Clarke: “Her laugh is absolutely contagious and her mossy green eyes could stare you down from a mile away. Her smile is so wide and bright that it could blind you like the sun and her freckles- god I love her freckles. She has so many perfect imperfections that make her so amazing and her determination and ‘never give up’ attitude is what drives me to stay alive and keep pushing against all my mental issues. I fall in love all over again when I see her and she’s so perfect. So, so perfect.” (@music-from-the-commonwealth‘s OC)

AU!The Harris Trio: “Those three are always getting into some kind of trouble, and I love it. It’s always such a great experience to hang out with the descendants of the Kennedy family- they’re like a second family to me, and I’d sacrifice anything for them.” (@butchs-sweetroll‘s OCs)

AU!Gene: “Where do I start with this meme lady? Well, first off, her and Patti are absolutely adorable. Gene is always searching for the right aesthetics and always creating the most craziest and well… bright things. She’s a great friend, and she can sure pack a punch with that shotgun of hers, too.” (@vkm11‘s OC)

AU!Patti Labelle Helter: “She needs a hug. And I’ll always be there for her when she does need it. We confide in each other for the darkest of secrets- things I’d never be able to share with Elle, Gene, or the Trio. I am grateful that I have someone as screwed as I am like Patti as a friend.” (@werewuffgoth‘s OC)

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the-ship-maker-2 · 4 years

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The Shadow Queen Book 1/Chapter 1

Rated: M for mature. If you're sensitive don't read this.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and bullying and light nudity. If you're sensitive don't read this.

Summary: It's been 10 years and Talura's life is still a living hell. A bully from school, abuse from her step dad. Yet despite all of her hardships she still has and uses her gifts of The Sight and Intuition and has a beacon of hope. Her best and only friend Azriel, the demon princess of all Hell. What happens when Azriel gives her the shocking news and the one good thing she has is being taken away from her. Everything feels like the end for the both of them. When little do they know that this is only the beginning...

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Chapter 1/ 10 years later

Talura Anderson, now fifteen years of age, laid awake in her bed staring up at the ceiling. Her hair was in a now messy ponytail from all of the tossing and turning, threatening to come out of its hair tie. She winced at the ache of her bruises and cuts with each toss and turn. The covers were pulled up to her chin. She looked over at her alarm clock that was on top of her dresser that was on the right side of her bed. She squinted to make out the little red numbers.

2:00 am. It read.

She sighed and banged her head on her pillow.

"Goddamn insomnia", she grimaced in thought.

She looked to her left where her closet was. She never used it as she only hung up a few nice shirts and dresses for formal or special occasions but she never used them often. She looked in the corner where her bedroom door was. It had her backpack full of unfinished school work and homework that she honestly didn't care to make the time for. Along with her three main textbooks that were stacked up clumsily on top of each other. With her shoes neatly put together. Yet another long day of long lectures from teachers who clearly don't give two shits about their students. They just wanted the paycheck and that's it. Not to mention constant bullying and torture from one person in particular.

She let out a quiet, bitter laugh to herself.

"That's Rosewood Prep for you. Where the teachers are just as lazy and corrupted as the students are", she said in thought.

The room itself was quite plain and barren when you looked at as a whole. There was too much dead space as designers would call it. It's not like she had the freedom to decorate her room however she wanted. As freedom of expression was not allowed in her household.

She sighed again and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Fuck. On top of surviving tomorrow at school. I have to deal with my step dad. God knows what I'll get beat for tomorrow"

She winced as she struggled to lift her arms up to stretch the rest of her body.

That's how life has always been for Talura. A constant fight for survival. Fighting at school to stand her ground and because she can see through other people's bullshit and they get upset when she doesn't go along with it. They want her to be easy prey. Well she is prey, she's come to accept that that's her position in life, but she's not the easy type. Meaning she's not going down without a fight.

Fighting at home to protect her mother and little brother and refusing to break who she is as a person. Her thought process was that she could be the object of her step dad's fury then he'll leave her mother and brother alone. Her step dad beats her constantly, always using her as a scapegoat. He knows that she is different. She can now see him as the bully that he is. She is the only one that dares questions his power and decisions. He realizes that if he can't control her with anything else. Then he'll control her by force and planting the seeds of doubt in her mind. Beating her every time she did something wrong or if he was just angry, telling her that she's a bad person and a bad influence. She wasn't wanted and wasn't welcomed at home. No one would love her or would want to be her friend. She is a bad person for what she believed in and that her intuition is wrong and flawed.

Despite becoming gradually broken over the years due to school and home environments she never once broke the core of herself. That solid foundation of The Sight and Intuition was always there. Despite there once being a time where she believed everything that her step dad said about her and not really being sure of anything, the gift of Intuition has always kept her on the right track making the best decisions that she deemed right for others and herself in whatever circumstances that she was given. As long as she was able to protect her mom and her little brother and lived to see another day to see Azriel that's all she cared about.

Azriel.

That was a name that brought a sense of peace to Talura's chaotic and broken mind. She closed her eyes and breathed in relief as a dreamy smile slowly appeared on her face for a moment.

Azriel was her best friend and true family for six years now and counting. She told her just about everything and vice versa. Of course they had their own secrets but they knew each other enough to respect each other's boundaries that were already established from trial and error and they'll tell each other when they're ready.

Did I forget to mention that she is the demon born princess of all of Hell, next in line for the throne?

When they first met each other it was an instant click connection followed by an argument and ended with the promise of seeing each other again the next night. Nights were their established time. As Talura couldn't skip school that would surely get her killed and any other time she was always grounded and under the watchful eyes of her step dad. So she really couldn't do anything until everyone was asleep. Even at the sacrifice of her own sleep when she could get some. Same for Azriel in Hell. As a princess and one of the most powerful demons so she says, she was always heavily guarded for her own protection and the protection of others. It was easy for both of them to sneak out without being in trouble and they enjoyed their few hours of freedom together. Sometimes it was comfortable quiet nights where they would sit in silence and have the freedom of being lost in their own thoughts. Or some nights they would talk about everything and anything from stupidly funny ideas to their hopes, dreams and fears, to what's bothering them or just whatever came to their minds. Or sometimes it was just one of those nights where one of them needed comfort and someone else that they trusted to listen.

They have been through a lot of things together. When she was nine and Azriel was ten (she was only a year older than her) that's when they first met. And a few months after that they nursed a family of coyotes back to health. The runt of the pack grew up and is still grateful to them not to eat them. At eleven and Azriel was twelve, Azriel thought that if Talura had the gift of The Sight then she might have other powers that haven't been unlocked yet. It took Talura forever to agree to perform basic witchcraft due to her own personal bad experiences. But with the reassurance and the guidance and protection of Azriel. She agreed to do it. Turns out she can levitate small objects although not always on command. Talura can't shapeshift like the other demons can because she tried that but ended up breaking her arm. The year Talura turned twelve and Azriel thirteen was a bad year. It was Azriel's mother died. Talura has never seen her look so broken. Normally she was the broken one not the other way around. Azriel was the healer and protector. She healed Talura's bruises and cuts and other wounds and protected her for those two hours. Talura held, comforted, listened and cried with her. She stayed out all night and got an ass whooping from her step dad. But she fought through the pain for Azriel's sake. Azriel didn't show up for the rest of the year after that night. But Talura had other things to worry about that year. By the time they were thirteen and fourteen it was a rocky year. Both struggled to regain the closeness they once had. Azriel was more high strung and elusive and scattered. Normally she was very open and honest (for a demon). Talura became more of the broken quiet, and she became more fearful and skittish. She didn't trust Azriel like she once did. For no real reason. It was hard but they still stuck together and through lots of arguments and threatened to cut off the friendship and gradually opened back up to each other again and everything was on a smoothening path once again. When they were fourteen and fifteen Talura wanted to get to the bottom of why she had these powers. So Azriel took a forbidden risk and brought up books from Hell. Anything and everything on The Sight. In the end she learned about the geography of Hell and the basics of each realms culture and learned about the Earthen Witches. But she gained very little on The Sight. Which brings us to, present day when they are now fifteen and sixteen. Their sister-like bond, stronger than ever.

Speaking of Azriel. It's been three months since her last visit. Her visits have always been sporadic since they were thirteen and fourteen on. It took Talura a while to accept the fact they can never go back to constant visitations so she learned to take what she could get and was grateful for it.

Talura was on the verge of sleep finally when she heard the loud crack of her window opening and she felt the gusting wind through the now open window. Thank god her parents were heavy sleepers or otherwise she would be in trouble. Her wide eyes shot open as she bolted up straight. She saw that her junk papers of grades work were strewn all over the floor from her dresser. She looked around her room for the intruder prepared to fight. Only to discover a shadowy mist on the edge of her bed. Despite not having her glasses she could see that it was vaguely in the form of Azriel. Smiling in relief as she let her guard down Azriel made a 'come here' motion with her shadowy mist and disappeared out her window and disappeared into the woods behind Talura's house.

Grinning, Talura put on her glasses and threw off her covers and swung her feet to the side and stood up. She sucked in her breath and winced at the pain and pressure on her bruised legs and achy feet at the sudden movement. She gritted her teeth as she limped over to put her shoes on and went to her window. She looked out to find the ladder that her step dad used to do construction on the roof relatively close to her window. She just needed to grab it and pull it closer for her to use. She opened her window up all the way. She took a deep breath and braced herself for the pain. She used her upper arm strength to pull herself up on the window sill. She was half in and half out. Holding on to the side of the window frame for support and leaned over to grab the ladder. She opened her mouth for a silent scream as her bruised sides were being stretched. It took a few tries but she got it and pulled it closer to her inch by inch trying not to make too much noise. She got it close enough where it was relatively safe to swing her body out the window and climb down the ladder. She got to the bottom and walked along the dirt path that started at the back door of her house and ended in the woods. And that was exactly where Talura was heading.

She reached their sacred meeting spot. Which was a medium sized dirt circle clearing in the woods. It was well hidden so you definitely had some privacy but not too hidden where you could get lost. It had a couple of fallen tree logs and a small boulder that you could sit on along with a few raspberry bushes that weren't in season yet. If you looked up the treetops gave a great clearing. It made a great place to stargaze on a clear night. Legend has it that this place used to be where the town cult used to go for their rituals and meetings. But that didn't stop them. It was also the place where they met for the very first time.

Azriel was staring out into the woods when Talura arrived.

"Took you long enough Tal", said Azriel playfully annoyed as she slowly turned around.

She gasped in horror at the sight of Talura.

"Mother of Night what happened to you? Who was it this time? Horacio? Michael?"

Talura was a pitiful sight to see. Her wide blue-green eyes had dark circles underneath them. They were a fuchsia color, almost like she got beat up but it was just really from lack of sleep. Talura slept in a white tee shirt and a pair of gray shorts so her bruises and cuts old and new, scarred and relatively fresh revealed themselves. She had bruises,some old as they were yellow and green in healing, some new as they were a deep purple and some black and blue. Her arms and legs and torso were covered in them. There were cuts that ran in different directions all over her arms,legs and torso. Some of them were short, some of them were long, some of them were scarred and some of them were relatively fresh. She received them in various ways. Some of them she received by just living life. She was a clumsy person and accident prone. Others are from self harm. Others are from the various torture she received from her bully. Others she received by the lashings by her step dad with anything that could cut if he didn't feel like beating her with his fists.

Horacio Galloway was the name of her bully and Michael Muller was the name of her step dad.

"Both", Talura replied grimly as she held her arms behind her back.

"Take your shirt off and come here so I can heal you somewhat", sighed Azriel as she made 'come here' motions with both of her hands.

Talura slowly took her shirt off because it hurt so much. She was left in her black sports bra. You could see the outline of her ribcage. You could tell she didn't eat much. She turned so her back was showing and sat down in front of Azriel. Her hands lightly ghosted over Talura's tan skin. A big contrast to Azriel's pale skin.

"I don't like seeing you hurt", said Azriel as she slowly made some of the bruises and cuts go away.

"I know you don't. But I can't quit school and I can't leave until Adam and my mother are in a relatively safe and better place. I'm needed here", said Talura firefly.

"You know I could always…", trailed off Azriel.

"Az, we've been over this. I can't have you kill Horacio because a) I'm going to Hell when I die and I certainly don't want to run into him. Karma will come to him someday. B) I don't like people fighting my own battles for me. I can't have you kill Michael either for Adam's sake. If he dies then that means I'd have to quit school and get a job and pick up the slack and pray to whomever is listening that Adam won't become enough of a problem child without a dad to end up at Rosewood. No way am I going to take that chance! Or my mom would find a new man who is just as equally bad or worse than Michael. Adam is safer with a man that he knows and loves", snapped back Talura.

"At the risk of your own life day after day?!", yelled Azriel

"If that's what it takes! I have no choice! You keep forgetting that I don't have the luxury to be selfish!", yelled back Talura.

They were both quiet breathing hard from the yelling. Azriel was the only one Talura could stand up against equally. And Talura was the only one who ever challenged Azriel in either world which was a nice change from everyone bowing down and catering to her every whim just because she was the princess of Hell. Up here she could just be Azriel, the loyal and faithful friend who needed to be kept in check from time to time. And Talura can learn to grow a backbone with the person she feels safest with and speak her mind.

"You could always come with me", said Azriel more quietly looking down as a sign of an apology.

"I can't. I'm not dead yet. The living don't belong with the dead of any kind. But I always appreciate the offer and I'll take up the opportunity when my time comes", sighed Talura in defeat.

There was a couple of moments of awkward silence between the two before Talura got up and put her shirt back on and faced Azriel.

"Hey Az, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. You're just trying to protect me and looking out for my own good", said Talura softly.

Azriel gave a small smile and held her arms out for a hug as a sign of acceptance of her apology. Talura breathed a sigh of relief and ran into her arms holding her tight. She snuggled in closer once she felt Azriel's arms wrapped around her.

"Best friends?"

"Of course"

They let go of each other and sat down on one of the logs.

"Do you remember how we met?", asked Azriel.

"I try not too", giggled Talura as Azriel playfully punched her arm and she blocked the punch.

"I do. It was only six years ago", said Azriel shaking her head playfully annoyed,"you humans have such fickle memories"

"Well if I have such a fickle memory as you say I do then perhaps you should tell me how we met to refresh my memory", she pulled her knees up to her chest now that she wasn't in so much pain anymore.

Azriel chuckled,"Alright here we go…"

About six years ago. It was a cool September evening, Adam was going to be born in another month or so. And little Talura was nine years old. Just transferred over to Rosewood from maplehood creek elementary school since she didn't get along with any of the teachers and students however she was very intelligent. And already she didn't like it. She already had an enemy and he made her life a living hell in school. On top of getting beat by her step dad and still being confused as to why. One night she had enough. She packed up a small bag of clothes and snuck out her window and ran off to the woods. That was the first time she ever ran away from home. Talura couldn't run anymore once she reached the clearing. Her intuition and Sight told her that someone else was here. She slowly stood up straight.

"Please show yourself. I can see you you know", Talura called out.

The shadowy mist solidified and turned into an actual person. A tall, lanky, pale, ginger child with stormy gray eyes who couldn't be no more than a year or two older than Talura.

They stared at each other for a few moments. The ginger's stormy gray eyes meeting Talura's unnaturally wide blue-green eyes. Something inside them clicked the moment that they looked at each other that neither of them could explain.

"How can you see me? Are you dead?", inquired the ginger curiously. She never met a living human before until now.

"Only on the inside", replied Talura as she huffed," and I don't know how I can. I just do, I was born with it I guess"

"You have wide eyes", pointed out the ginger.

Talura huffed defensively,"What about them?"

"I like them, they're unique and a pretty color", said the ginger tilting her head to the side with a soft sweet smile.

Talura softened up a little and her defensiveness was all gone.

"Really? You think so?", she was smiling stupidly and looking at the ground and then she looked up at her,"I never met anyone who said that to me before"

"And never met anyone living who could see me naturally before",said the ginger.

"What's your name?"

"Azriel. What's yours"

"Talura"

Azriel scrunched up her nose at the weird name and Talura laughed.

"I don't like it either. Most people call me Tal, it's shorter", laughed Talura.

And that was the first time in a long time that she genuinely laughed.

"Are you a living and not dead and you can see me, what are you?"

"I'm a human. If you're not really a mass of shadowy mist, then what are you?", replied Talura shocked at the question.

Azriel hesitated for a minute before answering the question.

"A demon. Specifically the princess of all of Hell".

"Are all demons shadowy mists?", asked Talura.

"Generally yeah", she paused for a minute,"you're not at all afraid of me?"

Talura shook her head no,"after everything I've seen and been through I don't scare easily".

"Funny you strike me as a coward type"

"I'm not a coward! I'll fight you if I have too!", stamped Talura trying to stand her ground.

"Oh really?", Azriel raised an eyebrow in challenged amusement.

She walked over to Talura casually. Talura had her eyes filled with fear and suspicion at what Azriel was going to do next, making Talura back up into a tree.

Azriel was at an arms length and punched Talura in the chest.

"Owww…", said Talura as she rubbed the spot that she punched.

Talura punched Azriel in the chest with equal force and stood up straight looking directly at her. Azriel staggered back a few steps and looked genuinely shocked that someone would dare hit her back.

"No one has ever stood up to me before…", said Azriel slowly, processing what happened.

"I said I'd fight you if I had too. I always keep my word. I believe in fairness", said Talura slowly.

"I never met anyone like you before. I like the way you think", giggled Azriel.

Talura paused for a minute. She didn't know how to respond to that as she's always been told that her way of thinking was flawed, wrong and bad.

"Well...There's more where that came from", said Talura finally.

"I like you, do you want to be friends?", asked Azriel.

"Really? You mean it?", asked Talura excitedly full of hope.

Azriel nodded her head eagerly.

Talura laughed,"Yes. I'd like that very much".

So the two girls played 21 questions with Talura teaching her how to get to know each other. Talura came up with the conclusion that she couldn't run away from home. Otherwise she would never see Azriel again and she couldn't have that. It was in the wee hours of the morn when Talura had to go back home to try to get some sleep.

"We'll come back and meet here again tomorrow", said Azriel.

"Promise?"

"Promise"

They shook on it and Talura went home.

And that was the start of their friendship.

"Yeah sounds about right", laughed Talura.

Azriel gave her a sad smile.

"What's wrong?", asked Talura more seriously. The laughter drained out of her face.

Azriel sighed.

"I suppose I should tell you the real reason why I came up here to see you", she avoided looking at Talura's gaze.

"Why…", her eyes were wide with fear as her stomach was filling up with dread as panic and anxiety was rising in her,"Are you leaving me? Do you not want to be around me anymore? Did I do something wrong?"

"No,no,no,no you didn't do anything wrong! I mean yes I'm leaving you but it has nothing to do with you! It's out of my control! Believe me if I had it my way I would never leave you, come here!", said Azriel as she pulled Talura into a hug wrapping her arms around her tight and holding her close in reassurance.

"What do you mean?", asked Talura quietly through her silent tears. She hugged back tightly, almost as if she let's go then she'll disappear forever.

Azriel sighed as she struggled to explain the situation.

"There's been...unrest...in Hell with the current rulers…".

"Is that why your visits have become more sporadic lately?".

Azriel nodded,"It started three months ago. The unrest that is. It was deemed not safe for me so the security has tightened up a bit. It makes it harder for me to sneak out like I used to. But lately it's been growing stronger and it's really becoming not safe for me to come and go up here as I please. It might even break out into another all out war that's how fragile my world is right now", Azriel shuddered at the thought. She was physically terrified,"so I have to stay in Hell until everything dies down...if it ever does".

"What about your dad, Satan?",asked Talura.

"He makes a better ruler than a father, I have to give him that much. And I'm not just saying that because I'm biased and he's still my dad nevertheless. I can't imagine anyone rebelling against him there's no need too. However I can't say the same for the other rulers in the other realms though"

Talura nodded slowly in understanding,"will you survive? If it does break out into a rebellion or another war?"

Azriel smiled at Talura. Always thinking about others before herself.

She then frowned,"I honestly don't know"

"When will I see you again?"

"Hopefully soon"

"Will I see you again?"

"Hopefully"

Talura sighed, still holding onto Azriel.

"So this is it then. It's the end".

"I'm afraid so...it's only temporary...nothing lasts forever good or bad", said Azriel trying to be optimistic.

She had a point.

"We still got some time left", said Talura quietly.

"Not enough", snorted Azriel.

"Enough to make it count", said Talura.

So they held onto each other and reminisced in old memories that they had together. The night didn't last long enough as dawn was beginning to appear. They slowly peeled away from each other and stood up on opposite sides of the circle.

"So this is it then. Our final goodbye", said Talura sadly and a little awkwardly.

"Not forever"

"Hopefully"

Neither of them made the move to leave.

"Promise me one thing", said Talura.

"Hm?"

"That you'll do everything in your power to try and survive if it comes down to it"

"Promise me you'll do the same".

Talura held her wrist out. Azriel sighed and walked over to her. She knew what Talura wanted. A blood promise. She was against the idea of doing it as Talura was marked up with all kinds of scars that she didn't want to be the one to add another one. But right now they both needed reassurance that they would both do everything they can to survive and a blood promise was the way to go as it was sacred and never should be broken. She grabbed her wrist and used her long finger nail to cut Talura's wrist and her own. Talura sucked in her breath at the burning sensation of the cut before seeing the red beads of blood. Azriel put her bleeding wrist onto hers, mixing the blood. Talura gritted her teeth at the sizzling of it.

"I, Azriel, princess of all of Hell, hear by swear on everything that I am, everything I was and everything I will be, that I will do everything in my power to survive. This is a blood promise and can never be broken"

"I, Talura Anderson, Azriel's best friend and sister, hear by swear on everything that I am, everything I was and everything I will be, that I will do everything in my power to survive. This is a blood promise and can never be broken"

Azriel used her powers to heal the cuts making them turn into white scars. They let go of each other.

"Goodbye Talura. You were everything that I could ever want and hope for. If anything else I'll see you on the other side", said Azriel

"Goodbye Azriel. You were the best friend and sister that I could ever ask for. I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for you", said Talura.

She slowly turned away and began walking, trying hard not to break down and cry again. Her legs were heavy but she kept walking, not daring to look back. Because if she did she wouldn't leave. Honestly she would probably kill herself right then and there just to be with Azriel. Forever if that was the case.

Azriel just looked at Talura getting farther and farther away, leaving Azriel alone.

#i am so sorry #i made this #so saddd #original content #original story #orginal character #my demons #best friend #sisters #leaving #for good #friendship #promises #prophecy #royalty #rebellion #survival

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sevenmothz · 5 years

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my kh3 experience

howdy guys, been a long ass time since i’ve written any of my own posts on this here blog. part of it is because i just haven’t gamed a lot in the last few months, and part of it is i also haven’t used tumblr in a long time too. xD

anyway, i played through the story of kh3 the week it released and while i was doing all that gaming, i pretty much liveblogged on mine and my friend’s discord with all my immediate thoughts/feelings of the game (whether she as awake to lol @ my nonsense or not xD).

so, of course, i went through and typed up most of that shit and am copypasting it here for random strangers’ enjoyment!

naturally, there will be spoilers, so don’t look if you care about that shit.

AAAAHHH HIT ME WITH THE FEELS WITH JUST THE MUSIC Y’ALL the title PAIGE PAIGE PAGE FUCK

oh my ggooooodddd the new dearly beloved fuuuuuuck

ooh this place is pretty

oh boy there’s water oh man i bet this white place is gonna be a pain in my ass to get through fucking hollow bastion all over again

sora you’re so beautiful 😭

oh jesus do i really gotta do this stupid tutorial shit again at least now we are finally rid of that awful KH1 Sora model

hey it’s the tsunami from the frist game!

am i playing a diddly dang prequel of 3? are those FUCKIN’ LOADING SCREEN PAGES FUCKING INSTAGRAMS also lol sora got nerfed

aahhhh learning curves i hate have to get used to how this game handles

uh oh sora is worried about what xigbar said to him

eat shit, titan

also i’d like to say sora runs ridiculously fast now

sora’s such a brat “awww what about new clothes for meeeee??”

i can’t computer

SEA SALT ICE CREAM freaking lea looks amazing DONT CRY LEA HE WANNA GO BY AXEL NOW???

stop being a bitch, buzz buzz killyear

oh yeah so when playing olympus hades was all “IVE BEEN PLANNING THIS FOR 18 YEARS” it’s been 17 years since KH1 came out 18 since it was in development god kingdom hearts is a junior in high school

gdi rex stay put oh no buzz oh noes i’m in a video game lmao

omg a cactaur

yeah you go woody

oh how i miss timed events/reaction commands. makes dealing with these fuckers you gotta climb on top of a lot easier to deal with

square why don’t you have the gotdamn kh3 soundtrack on itunes i need to be able to listen to this title screen music ALL THE TIME

sully just fuckin’ chuck vanitas through a door like “NOT TODAY BITCH”

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH” — Sora

DON’T BE TALKING ABOUT YOUR CONNECTION TO POOH BEING WEAKER ; A ;

of course they’re gonna do let it go.. they really did the whole thing

climb all the way up the mountain and larxene blows us off of it rude

wow are they really gonna do all the songs or wut

keep forgetting i can switch keyblades

annnnd back down the goddamn mountains lmao sora is so done

srsly we’re going up again

damn this boss fight is epic makes the slog through the world worth it unlike the fuckin’ toy box boss hated that fucker oh no marshmallow

fuck off larxene let people be happy

lmao stfu ventus keep volunteering sora to resque aqua

demyx :<

oh hello piercings dude

these pirate nerds little pirate sora is so cute

yeesh that elizabeth voice is terrible

guh it’s always a slog getting through the disney story stuff cuz it’s just worse rehashings of the movies at least fransokyo will be new content never seen big hero 6 xD

o mai assassin’s creed lite

jack you dumb bitch

oh man davy jones voice is bad too

jesus that second luxurd battle fucking terrible

god i never through elizabeth’s speech could sound so terrible how can you let someone butcher one of the most iconic moments from the third movie so bad?

oh thank god the kraken is easy to beat

lmao luxurd taken out by jack’s breath

eat shive, dave

lmao vexen “gdi it’s a real heart organ” “WE NEED A METAPHORICAL HEART YOU ASSHOLES”

damn sora throwing hands i was wondering how sora woudl react to one of his disney pals dying wasn’t expecting bodily assault

oma lea axel* whatever i wanna see his new dudes

ansem gonna talk to ansem oh god kids do’t get killed oh boy what happening now nobodies fightin’ ansem the bad WHO DUN IT GDI oh it was vexen DOUBLE AGENT??? or is he. filTHY LIAR they’re not gonna tell me pricks

“omg a robot :D”

keyblade hero 3 omg sora why

omai visor oh wow chill music

baaah sora showin’ off

holy shit i found me a new fav strength weapon the keyblade from caribbean love it even more than the toybox one xD the fuckin’ formchanges are amaze

THAT AIN’T SEA SALT ICE CREAM <gasp> roxas rude

replica riku~

damn microbot was a pain in the ass

AQUAAAAAAA 😭😭😭😭😭

WOT WHAT NOMURAING THIS SHIT ALL UP is this groundhog day i s2g

is that gotdamn terra

yen sid can actually do shit

damn this a long endgame

ITS SORA AND RHE SORAS

ah there we go. good ol’ Plot Device Kairi and there i thought she’d be useful lmao man tho i seriously rolled my eyes when xehanort struck an unconscious kairi down i was just like “yeah that seem about right..” storywise, sora has such a stronger connection to riku barely talks to kairi lea talked to kairi more in one game than sora ever did in 9+ i’d ship kairi and lea if there wasn’t such an obvious age gap lmao and WHO THE FUCK IS THIS CHICK THAT DIAPPEARED ON LEA AND ISA? like is that answered in this game or was it answered in a previous game?

anyway

Roxas is a REAL BOY now

gotdamn those dudes were tough

fuck man barely gives me time to block stupid goat head lemme guess tho that isn’t the end of course not because kingdom hearts can’t just let us defeat him c’mon man let me reload my potions at least man fuck off with this boss shit motherfucker did you really just force me into rage form “I AM MORE POWERFUL EVEN THO YOU KILLED ME LIKE 2 TIMES”

omg donald and goofy’s voices from the controller speaker

just fucking die already

this bitch really thinking he was the good guy the whole time

jesus the x-blade is bigger than sora

mickey and donald finally get to be hoooome

axel and xion in their new clothes~ EVEN ISA

wut WUT SORA BOY DID YOU REALLY SACRIFICE YOURSELF FOR THIS BITCH

maleficent is gonna find that fucking box isn’t she and we’re not gonna see what is in it i’m guessing its the box the Master of Masters gave to his apprentice cuz that’s the only notable box in the series i can think of

but yeah this game this game was supposed to bring an end to the Xehanort saga so they fully intent to make moar games so we’ll get a new annoying big bad and more weird dumb lore

ok we’re getting into the dumb credits like PR manager and shit so i think they’re coming close to the end ihope never know until you start seeing the gotdamn logos

logos!

that fuckin’ xigbar THE OLD MASTERS fuck it is i knew it I KNEW HE HAD SOMETHING GOING ON i was betting he was master of masters but no it’s luxu

fak FUQ fuck off with your games eraqus

HELLO SORA and Riku THEY”RE IN INSOMNIA no wait verum rex GAH

ok the verum rex stuff was the secret movie I JUST HAVE MORE QUESTIONS AND VERY LITTLE ANSWERS DISAPPOINTED

what if Demyx is Master of Masters

Final Thoughts: me: there were pretty much no FF cameos so 0/10 AzuraSpyte: lol I give it a 5/10 for Axel alone me: lolol minus 1 for making him wear the organization coat the entire game

#kingdom hearts 3 #kh3 #kh3 spoilers #kingdom hearts #singull plays kh3 #singull plays kingdom hearts

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