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“God God – Whose Hand Was I Holding?”: the Scariest Sentences Ever Written, Selected by Top Horror Authors

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Many people have a very intimate relationship with books. And horror books can get under your skin like no other medium, whether you’re peering at a scary novel under the covers as a youngster or devouring new or classic horror as a grown up. Good horror writing sticks with you.

For Halloween we’ve attempted to round up some of the scariest sentences ever written – and who better to ask for their recommendations than some of the finest horror writers and editors around? We asked some of our favourite experts to tell us the line that scared them most and why. Any suggestions of your own? Let us know in the comments.

To Serve Man by Damon Knight

Scariest sentence: “It’s a cookbook,” he said.

Is there a better whammy of an end line than this? Ten to one you’ll know the story that precedes it: Seemingly benevolent aliens, the Kanamit, arrive on earth, promising peace and prosperity. The aliens are as good as their word, and start whisking “lucky” humans off to their planet for a “ten year exchange programme”. A U.N translator, who (rightly) thinks this is all too good to be true, sets about translating the aliens’ favourite book, which, from its title, “To Serve Man,” is assumed to be an innocent handbook. It ain’t (see the last line). The story and its funny/bleak ending has haunted me since I first read it as a ten-year-old, way too young to consider that it could be read as an allegory about the horrors of colonialism. Back then all I could think about were the people the Kanamit had lured aboard their ships, unaware that they were destined for the table (or the Kanamit version of Masterchef). It still gives me chills. – Sarah Lotz author of Missing Person out now from Hodder.

I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream by Harlan Ellison

Scariest sentence: “I have no mouth. And I must scream.”

If I tell you the name of this Harlan Ellison story, it’ll give away the last line… “I have no mouth. And I must scream.” I remember when I first read that ending, only to find myself caught in a loop where those two sentences kept echoing through my head. Reading it again right now, it’s still hard not to pinch my lips as tightly together as possible and try giving the ol’ lungs a good bellow. Still sends shivers down my spine. – Clay McLeod Chapman, author of The Remaking, out now from Quirk Books

Movies

How Hulu’s Books of Blood Movie Taps The Mind of Clive Barker

By Don Kaye

Cabal by Clive Barker

Scariest Sentence: “She knew what men afraid, and afraid of their fear, were capable of.“

According to some criminologists, the root cause of many violent acts isn’t anger but fear. Fear of rejection, of failure, of abandonment, of loss. In this early novel by Barker, the link between fear and violence is only subtly hinted at–which makes it all the more frightening. He alludes to the heroine’s personal history with violent men, leaving the reader to fill in the blanks. – Andrew Schaffer, author of Secret Santa, out 10 November from Quirk Books

The Sibling by Adam Hall

Scariest sentence: “He’s put the clown in her room,” Lorraine said quietly.

As a species, our goal is to keep clowns out of our bedrooms and living spaces and yet here’s some monster deliberately inserting a clown into someone’s room, ignoring the fact that since at least the dawn of time clowns have been mankind’s natural predator. The resigned tone of that “quietly” really drives home the horror because clearly this is not the first time. – Grady Hendrix.

Squelch, John Halkn

Scariest sentence: “It still doesn’t make sense to me. Moths attack sweaters and fly around light bulbs. They don’t devour humans.”

It doesn’t make sense to me, either, but if moths have stopped attacking our clothing and started attacking our bodies then count me out. I’m done. – Grady Hendrix.

Night of the Crabs by Guy N. Smith

Scariest sentence:“What a beautiful night,” Pat remarked, as they passed alongside the barbed-wire fence which enclosed War Department property. “If only we didn’t have to worry about giant crabs.”

Sometimes you just wish you lived in a simpler world. – Grady Hendrix.

The Farm by Richard Haigh

Scariest sentence: “The pigs,” then her control snapped. “Look, they’re coming out,” she shrieked. “Oh, sweet Christ. The pigs!!”

Every time I leave the safety of New York City I fully expect this to be the last sentence I hear as I am devoured by angry livestock. – Grady Hendrix, author of The Final Girl Support Group out July 2021 from Titan Books

The Girl Next Door by Jack Ketchum

Scariest sentence: “I’m not going to tell you about this. I refuse to.”

That’s half of chapter 42 from Jack Ketchum’s The Girl Next Door. And The Girl Next Door is a novel that, just as Joe R. Lansdale says at the head of his story “The Night They Missed the Horror Show,” doesn’t flinch. So, if the narrator is looking back to having seen something that even he can’t put on the page, then . . . how bad must it be, right? I’ve talked to other readers of this novel and they’ve told me about chapter 42 as if the narrator actually fleshes it all out for us, and they (myself as well) all flinch as if traumatized from having had to read those words. Except they never did read the words of what actually happened. But that’s Jack Ketchum, for you. He doesn’t need to actually say it on the page to get it into our head. Worse, this is a chapter that never leaves you, either. Worse than that, you kind of become complicit just for reading it. – Stephen Graham Jones author of The Only Good Indians, out now.

In the Hills, the Cities by Clive Barker

Scariest sentence: “In Popolac a kind of peace reigned. Instead of a frenzy of panic there was a numbness, a sheep-like acceptance of the world as it was. Locked in their positions, strapped, roped and harnessed to each other in a living system that allowed for no single voice to be louder than any other, nor any back to labour less than its neighbour’s, they let an insane consensus replace the tranquil voice of reason.”

As a much younger person, reading this story for the first time, I was overtaken by awe at the imagery; not unlike Mick who chooses to hitch a ride on the impossible doomed giant made of city denizens. Re-reading it now decades later, the story and these lines fill me with bone-deep dread. Like the referee/car thief and Mick’s lover Judd, I cannot bear to view the inevitable fall. – Paul Tremblay, author of Survivor Song, out now from Titan Books.

Home Burial by Robert Frost

Scariest sentences: ”Don’t – don’t go. Don’t carry it to someone else this time. Tell me about it if it’s something human.”

The line here that I consider scary is ‘Tell me about it if it’s something human.’ Because of the implication that people may carry within them things that are not human. In this case, I imagine the ‘it’ that may not be human to be something so deeply felt and instinctive that it is pre-language – and so pre-human, almost. Something primordial that requires translation or mediation – and perhaps in that, change or diminishment – in order to be sensible to another sentient being. It is the suggestion that maybe our most fundamental aspects or thoughts – our most important feelings – cannot be properly communicated that is terrifying, to me. It makes me think of each person as a dark pool, with their lived experience and true feelings becoming manifest at the bottom, and the communication of these things to others being only what is visible through the surface of the water, from above.

As much as I do believe that all communication is imperfect, and that it is difficult for people to know each other truly, I take comfort from two things – one is love, which is, I think, a kind of deep, fundamental knowing and acceptance of each other. The other is fiction, which (in my opinion) is often an attempt at translating ideas and feelings that, coming from our deepest places, we don’t otherwise have the language for. – Tom Fletcher, author The Witch Bottle, out 12 November from Jo Fletcher Books.

The Talisman by Stephen King and Peter Straub

Scariest sentence: “You’re the herd now, Jacky.”

I read King & Straub’s The Talisman when I was 15, at a time in my life when I’d said goodbye to one bunch of friends and hello to another, and the friendship between Jack Sawyer and his werewolf friend Wolf resonated strongly with me. In Wolf’s culture werewolves are farmers and fiercely protective of their herds who they protect by locking themselves away every month. The problem is that Jack and Wolf are on the run and Wolf’s change is coming upon him, and there’s nowhere to shut Wolf away. So when Wolf turns to Jack with blazing eyes and says this, it’s simultaneously a promise of protection (‘I will die for you’) but also a warning (‘I will tear you to pieces’). The chill with which Jack realises that his best friend loves him but will probably kill him anyway has stayed with me ever since. – James Brogden, author of Bone Harvest, out now from Titan Books

Movies

I Am Legend: Why Can’t Matheson’s Masterpiece be Done Justice on Film?

By Dan Hajducky

I Am Legend by Richard Matheson

Scariest sentence: “The watch had stopped”

I think a lot of us can relate to the feeling of getting caught up in our work and letting the hours pass us by without much thought. In the case of Robert Neville, the central figure in Richard Matheson’s seminal I Am Legend, getting lost in the hours is the most horrific thing he could possibly do. The simple four-word-sentence that has scared me more than any other in all my days of reading is “The watch had stopped.” If you’ve read the story, I’m sure you remember how those words burned into you. – Rachel Autumn Deering, editor of Hex Life, out in paperback from Titan Books on November 10 2020

One for the Road by Stephen King

Scariest sentence: “And I think she’s still waiting for her good-night kiss.”

I’m not easily scared, but occasionally I get a real chill up my spine. Shirley Jackson did that with the last line of The Haunting of Hill House. But if we’re talking about one line that lingers, that still makes me remember the way it felt the very first time I read it, I have to go with the last line in Stephen King’s short story “One for the Road,” from his collection Night Shift. It’s a vampire story, a sequel to ’Salem’s Lot, about a family whose car is trapped in a blizzard on the outskirts of a town plagued by vampires. That last line is “And I think she’s still waiting for her good-night kiss.” There, I just felt it again. That shiver. All these years later, it still works on me. – Christopher Golden, editor of Hex Life, out in paperback from Titan Books on November 10 2020

The New Mother by Lucy Clifford

Scariest sentence: “Now and then, when the darkness has fallen and the night is still, hand in hand Blue-Eyes and the Turkey creep up near to the home in which they once were so happy, and with beating hearts they watch and listen; sometimes a blinding flash comes through the window, and they know it is the light from the new mother’s glass eyes, or they hear a strange muffled noise, and they know it is the sound of her wooden tail as she drags it along the floor.”

The scariest sentence ever is from The New Mother by Lucy Clifford. The strange tone of the writing, the situation in the story and the fact that the new mother is not in any way human… – David Quantick, author of Night Train, out now from Titan Books

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

Scariest sentence: “God God! Whose hand was I holding?”

This scene perfectly conjures the feeling of being afraid in the night. Distance, time, sound – all the natural laws of the daylight world grow slippery and loosen. It’s a unique sensation – no other fear has the visceral, unhinged quality of cold terror in the dark. Shirley Jackson puts all of this on the page – she takes Eleanor and the reader into that same heightened, accelerated state, she makes our hearts race, she makes us feel alone, disoriented, lost in the night with only a friend’s hand to cling to. And then she saves us – the lights come on, our heart rate slows, and the rational world seems to settle into its proper channel again. And at last Eleanor sees: the friend whose comforting hand she held in the dark has been on the other side of the room all along. – Catriona Ward is the author of The Last House on Needless Street out 18th March 2021 from Viper Books

The Haunting Of Hill House: How the Extraordinary Episode 6 was Made

By Louisa Mellor

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

Scariest sentence: “God god – whose hand was I holding?”

It’s from a scene about two-thirds of the way through the novel. Eleanor and Theodora go to sleep in their adjacent beds in one of the many bedrooms in Hill House. They sleep with the lights on because of previous frightening incidents. But Eleanor wakes in the night to find the room plunged in darkness, and hears an eerie voice muttering from the next room. The darkness and the frightening sounds go on endlessly, and Eleanor is filled with a mounting sense of dread. She reaches out blindly for Theodora’s hand and holds on tight.

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But when the lights finally come back on, Theodora is several feet away, sitting up in her own bed, too far away for Eleanor to have touched her. So the hand she was holding belonged to someone or something else. It’s a brilliantly oblique bit of horror – the realisation that the monster was right alongside you, inside your guard – and every adaptation of the novel references it in some form or other. But I don’t think you can beat Jackson’s chilling, deadpan prose. – Mike Carey author of The Trials of Koli, out now from Orbit Books

Books

Who Was The Haunting of Hill House Author Shirley Jackson?

By Don Kaye

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

Scariest sentence: “No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”

I’ll be surprised if no one else has picked these sentences, although maybe not, because I’m blatantly cheating for choosing the entire first paragraph of The Haunting of Hill House. It is a classic of looming dread, and it’s probably generated more commentary and criticism than any other first paragraph in a horror novel. I love it. – Ellen Datlow, editor of the Best Horror of the Year annual series.

A Head Full of Ghosts by Paul Tremblay

Scariest sentence: “It was so dark it was like nothing was there in the room but us. Only the nothing was actually something because it filled my eyes and lungs and it sat on my shoulders.”

Paul Tremblay perfectly captures our universal fear of the dark in these two lines from A Head Full of Ghosts. That made the flesh on my skull crawl when I read it. The wording is simple but so effective: in one, two, three increasingly creepy instances Paul transforms what’s simply darkness into the tangible, the intimately dangerous… as darkness tends to do. – Thomas Olde Heuvalt, author Hex and Echo, forthcoming from Nightfire in 2021

Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs

Scariest sentence: The Black Meat is like a tainted cheese, overpoweringly delicious and nauseating so that the eaters eat and vomit and eat again until they fall exhausted.

I read Naked Lunch in high school and it was a mind-destroyer. Thankfully, it is also a mind rebuilder. You can turn to any page and find sentences that bewildered, disoriented, horrified, and excited me. So that’s exactly what I just did: I opened the book randomly to page 55 and found one. Disgusting, delightful decadence! – Daniel Kraus, coauthor with George A. Romero of The Living Dead, out now from Tor Books.

The Masque of the Red Death by Edgar Allan Poe

Scariest sentence: “And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.“

It’s ‘illimitable’ that does it for me, though the capitalisations and the against-the-advice-of-grammarians superfluous first and second usages of ‘and’ add quite a bit. That first ‘And’ – the one your teacher told you not to start a sentence with – is a pointed touch and does a lot of work, indicating that all the bad stuff in the rest of the sentence is a consequence of what’s gone before in the story … which, this season, seems like the most pointed tale of mystery and imagination ever written. – Kim Newman author Anno Dracula 1999 Daikaiju out now from Titan Books.

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

Scariest sentence: “In the unending, crashing second before the car hurled into the tree she thought clearly, Why am I doing this? Why am I doing this? Why don’t they stop me?”

Discussions of the prose of Shirley Jackson’s monumental The Haunting of Hill House tend to focus on its famous opening paragraph. Certainly the beginnings of both the novel’s first and second chapters offer a wealth of riches for scholarly consideration, rhetorical analysis. Yet it’s this long sentence from the novel’s second-to-last paragraph that comes to mind if I’m asked to name the most frightening line in the book. Indeed, it seems to me one of the most frightening sentences of any novel or story I’ve read. Obviously, there are lines whose immediate impact is greater, which have a more substantial visceral effect (Clive Barker’s fiction is rife with these). But I’m not sure any echo in quite the same way. At this moment in Jackson’s narrative, Eleanor Vance is being made to leave Hill House, the dwelling with whose structure her personality has become entangled and confused. Seemingly unwilling to be separated from the place, she steers her car straight toward an enormous tree at a curve in the driveway and steps on the gas. “I am really doing it,” she thinks, “I am doing this all by myself, now, at last.” This would be an awful enough end for Jackson’s protagonist, but with the sentence that follows and finishes the paragraph, she gives the screw a final, diabolical turn. Eleanor experiences a moment of clarity, which tells us that her thoughts of just a line before were not clear. She is not accelerating toward the tree of her own volition—or, not only of her own volition. Something else is at play here, some other factor. Is it the “whatever” Jackson has described walking in Hill House, the unspecified, (possibly) supernatural force (which might be any one of a number of ghosts, or an aggregate of those ghosts, or the house itself, brought to occult life by the peculiarities of its design)? Or is it some submerged part of Eleanor—guilt at her role in her mother’s death, or anger at her expulsion from the group brought to Hill House to study it? She doesn’t know, and she is trapped in her unknowing, as the final instant of her life stretches on and on, “unending.” Her ultimate motivation obscure to her, all she can do is wonder why no one is stopping her. With hideous irony, the power, the control Eleanor was celebrating a moment prior turns on her, her freedom becoming the freedom of death. The line passes as quickly as the crash it describes, and in its speed, it’s easy to miss everything going on it. To say it’s another example of Jackson’s skill as a writer feels somehow inadequate, as it doesn’t get at the way the sentence braids claustrophobia, terror, and confusion. It’s the kind of writing that haunts you in quiet moments, long after flashier, louder lines have faded into silence. It’s the kind of writing that reminds you of the horror story’s particular power, its reach and its resonance. – John Langan, author of The Fisherman, out now.

Pet Sematary by Stephen King

Scariest sentence: “Sometimes dead is better.”

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Nobody says this line better than that guy in the first Pet Sematary movie who used to play Herman Munster. Although John Lithgow did his best. King struck on an age-old wisdom when he showed us the folly of trying to bring people back once they’re gone. Just as WW. Jacobs did in The Monkey’s Paw and Shelley demonstrated (albeit piecemeal) in Frankenstein. You’ve got to be careful what you wish for. Sometimes, dead really is better, and far less likely to come back and stab you to death with a scalpel. C.S. O’Cinneide is the author of Petra’s Ghost, out now from Titan Books.

Pet Sematary by Stephen King

Scariest sentence: “Darling,” it said

This line has to be read in the context of an entire, brilliant novel that went before. It’s really not something I want to give away, because of spoilers, but if you’ve read this one, even hearing the final line again should send a shiver through you. The writer was at the top of his game – and that’s saying something – and it remains his most terrifying novel. Here’s the line: “Darling,” it said. – Tim Lebbon, author of Eden, out now from Titan Books

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Nino’s Quest Chapter 2: You All Meet In A Tavern

The party finally meets and, despite a rough start, begin their first adventure!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 (Final)

Enjoy!

Read on Ao3. My ko-fi.

Adrien Regreste: Last session was awesome! When can we do it again??

Lord DM: Lol dude. Its only been a day ya know We can figure it out a little later

Marinoodles: id love to do this weekend with you adrien! For dnd i mean And with everyone else Not just adrien

Adrien Regreste: Your character was so cool, Mari! I can’t wait to see how you play her :D

Marinoodles: Thank you! <3 Oh um whoops I didn’t mean to send a heart, haha

Adrien Regreste: ?? what did you mean to send?

Marinoodles: Um… this? :3

Adrien Regreste: :O That’s so cute! Can I use it??

Marinoodles: Sure! Your’e fine! *That’s fine! Not that you’re NOT fine I just askdjfasdlkfjadf

Alya’ll Beware: Omg u 2 get a room

Marinoodles: ALYA

Adrien Regreste: ?????

Nino chuckled as he read the string of messages. It made him glad to know that his friends were enjoying the campaign - especially Adrien. They didn’t get a chance to hang out nearly as much as he liked and this was a perfect excuse to get them all together. Besides, watching him and Marinette interact was always good for the soul. Very adorable stuff.

Speaking of adorable, Alya had sent him a private message on Discord. He opened up the chat.

Alya: Just so u know, I’ve got ulterior motives here

Nino: About marinette, Im guessing?

Alya: Yeah Don’t you see? This is a great chance to get these two dweebs togethre!

Nino: Alya… Can’t we just let them enjoy the game? Grow closer on their own terms?

Alya: If we do that, then they’ll still be blushng at each other when we’re in university Mama Alya’s got to do some interventions. I want my nieces and nephews at some point!

Nino: … Sigh Fine.

Alya: <3

Nino: But!

Alya: </3

Nino: Only if you stay in character, okay? At least that will keep oyu invested in the game.

Alya: ...I accept your conditions, Lord DM Cappy.

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“Anything you’re willing to spill about today’s session, bro?” Adrien grinned as he asked, excitement sparkling in his eyes. They were both strapped into the backseat of the Gorilla’s car as they made their way to Marinette’s house. It was late, but between Marinette babysitting and Adrien’s photoshoot, it was the best they could do.

Nino shook his head. “Sorry, dude. Most of it probs won’t be too interesting, though, since we have to get the introductions out of the way.” Adrien phone went off and he pulled it out. “Who’s texting you, dude?”

“Alya,” Adrien replied absently as he read the text. The tips of his ears turned red and his eyes widened.

Suspicion settled onto Nino as he tried to crane his neck to see the text. “Yeah? And what’s she telling you?”

“Nothing much. Just some tips about how to play a bard.”

Alarms were sounding in Nino’s head. “Really? What kind of tips.”

“Just… tips. About how charismatic bards should act. That kind of thing.”

Nino pinched the bridge of his nose. “Of course she is…”

Before either of them could ask any more questions, the car came to a halt and the Gorilla grunted at them. They had reached their destination.

“Ready for your first real session, dude?” Nino punched Adrien on the shoulder as he climbed out and they headed inside.

“You know I am!” Adrien opened the door and both of them were immediately buffeted by the scent of fresh pastries. They were guided by their noses to the kitchen. “Mmm! That smells delicious!”

Marinette froze, her pupils shrinking to pinpoints as they entered the room. “That’s- thanks! I- We made it for you. I mean! For all of us. For today’s session. So we could eat it. Y-yeah.”

“That’s very cool of you two!” Adrien he took a chocolate croissant off the platter and took a bite. “It tastes even better than it smells!”

“You really think so? Well,” Alya put her hands on Marinette’s shoulders and pushed her a little closer to Adrien, “those were made by hand. Marinette’s hands, as a matter of fact. I mostly just provided commentary.”

“Sorry dudes,” Nino cut in. “But can we start soon? We got a lot I wanna cover today.”

Marinette sagged in relief. “Y-yeah! Let’s get started!”

When Adrien and Marinette had squeezed past and headed towards the living room, Alya narrowed her eyes at Nino. He mouthed the word ‘roleplay’ to her and went to follow the others.

Nino took his seat and set up his DM screen around his notes and dice. Clearing his throat, he got started. “Marinette, you and Alya are sitting at a booth inside the tavern when in walks two men. The half-elf is wearing brightly colored clothes and is holding a…” He squinted at the paper in front of him. “Dude, what’s your instrument?”

“A lyre! Oh, and he’s blonde with green eyes - like me!” Adrien beamed, practically vibrating in place with excitement as he looked between the girls and him.

“Right, right, I getcha. And standing next to him is a human in chainmail armor, the symbol of the sun worn proudly around his neck.”

“Sounds like a cutie,” Alya said with a waggle of her eyebrow.

Nino’s cheeks heated up, but he pressed on valiantly. “So, uh, what do you do?”

“W-well, do they, um, do they match the descriptions we were given?” Marinette meekly replied.

“Yup! The description the monks gave you was right on. These are the dudes you are supposed to meet up with, no doubt about it.”

“R-right. Then I’ll wave them over then.”

“Right on. Adrien, what do you want to-”

“I walk over. Can I roll to seduce?”

Nino blinked in confusion and noticed the shock written plain on Marinette’s face. Alya, however, seemed on the verge of maniacal laughter.

“I… You want to seduce someone? Why?”

“Well, that’s what bards do, right?” He looked between his friends with an excited look on his face. “So what do I do? Roll this twenty sided die, right?”

“Yeah, but,” Nino struggled to get a hold of the situation, “who are you going to seduce?”

“Marinette, of course!” Adrien said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. If Marinette had been one of Adrien’s anime characters, there would have been a gush of blood erupting from her nose. As is, it just looked like she was about to pass out. “You and Alya are… you know, so it makes sense!”

While that was definitely airtight reasoning, Nino couldn’t help but groan. “Alright, let’s see what the dice have to say about it. Roll the die and add your charisma to this.”

Poor Marinette, wide eyed and blushing from cheek to neck, watched in bated anticipation as Adrien shook the die with gusto and let it loose. The first real roll of the game, Nino reflected. And it was being used to flirt with a party member. Was this a sign of what was to come?

He watched to see what the die will land on and what it might say about the rest of the campaign…

It rolled across the table, propelled by an overeager Adrien.

It came to a stop, directly in front of Marinette.

It showed…

...A one.

There was a stunned silence before Nino began laughing uncontrollably.

“Alright, bro. This is what happens - you walk up to them, put your hand on the table, and forget your own name as they look up at you expectantly. I follow behind and introduce ourselves.”

Adrien pouted, but a small smile poked through when Marinette giggled. Some color besides red was returning to her face.

“Maybe next time, sunshine,” Alya said through a grin. “So, are we ready to talk about adventure?”

After the party’s rocky opening moments, they hit their stride as they talked over the details of their first quest together. The locals had been dealing with a band of kobold raiders who were stealing their live stock. After a farmer was found dead, they decided the raiders had gone too far, and sent out a call for adventurers. A wandering bard, a local cleric, a noble runaway, and a knight errant answered.

“You spot the kobold den. The entrance just seems to be a hastily carved slab of wood covering a cave mouth.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask…” Marinette wrung her hands. “What’s a kobold?”

“Good question!” Nino folded his hands and looked between his friends. “Has anyone here seen a kobold before? Or know something about the arcane?”

The sound of ruffled papers greeted him as the party shuffled through their character sheets. Adrien’s eyes lit up. “Oh! I’ve got bardic knowledge.” He smiled and nudged Marinette, who joltd. “I guess I’ve seen some stuff on the road, huh?”

“Sure, bro, but let’s see if you know anything about them.” Nino watched as Adrien rolled. “Nice. Much better than your last one.” There were giggles around the table and Adrien playfully rolled his eyes. “Anyway, you know that kobolds are short, lizard dudes who like to build traps. Very community based, team efforts are their gig.”

“Cool! I tell the rest of the party that. So are we going in then?”

“W-wait.” Marinette narrowed her eyes in thought. “It seems too obvious, right? We didn’t even really look that hard for the way in, we just stumbled across it.”

“Right…? Oh!” Adrien caught on. “You think it might be a trap? So how are we going to get in then?”

“Well… they have to have a way in, right? So let’s look around. Maybe there is a secret passage.”

“Okay, I’ll make a perception roll for all of you.” Nino made some quick checks behind his screen. “So - Babe, you find a small boulder that seems out of place.”

“I’ll move it.”

“You got anything on you to do that with?”

“My big, beefy, lady knight muscles.”

Nino chuckled. “Alright, dude. Roll a d20 and add your strength modifier.” He watched the die land - more than enough to heft the thing. “Nice! You don’t have any trouble shifting it on your own, but there is no way anyone smaller than you could have pulled it off.”

“Huh. Guess they really don’t want kobolds going out alone.”

“So you go down into a side passage in the cave before eventually emerging into a small room with a table and chair. There is a lever against the wall, a string that runs into the darkness, and a sleeping kobold in the chair. What do you do?”

“Well we gotta take out the kobold first, right?” Alya glanced over at the other two. “We can’t have them raising an alarm or anything. I’ll nudge Marinette towards the kobold.”

“Does it count as, um… Flat footed? Do I get sneak attack?”

“You bet, dude. You’ll hit, no sweat, but roll for stealth.” She did. “Ooo, barely. After stumbling, you manage to get over there and silence the sentry for good. Now what?”

“Um… I’ll look around. What’s the lever for?”

“Got any knowledge of engineering?”

“Yup!”

Alya made an X with her arms. “Woah woah woah. Hold up, girl. Why do you know about engineering?”

Marinette shrugged. “You never know when understanding how buildings stay standing will help. In character, my family is known for their castles. Seemed like a good choice, you know?”

“Anyway,” Nino continued. “You can tell the lever activates a trap. A boulder trap, by the looks of it. Stepping into the hallway, you notice the entire thing is on an incline and your room is well hidden.”

“Oh, wow.” Adrien tapped at his chin. “We would’ve walked right by and been crushed by the boulder.”

“Wait…” Marinette’s eyes lit up. “I have an idea!”

A few minutes later and her plan was set into motion. Adrien stood by the hidden side passage and began to play his lyre as loudly as he could while Alya struck a stick against her shield repeatedly. Before long, their characters heard clawed feet rushing up the passageway in large numbers. The first to spot them was Adrien, who ducked back inside the passage.

“Now! They can’t retreat!”

Marinette’s character pulled the lever and a loud rumbling was heard. A giant boulder rushed past the room and the brief squawks of the enemy turned to silence.

“You enter the passageway to find one heck of a mess… and no survivors.” Nino let them cheer for a moment before adding, “At least, from this group. There’s anywhere from five to eight squished kobolds out here, and you remember that the villagers were sure there was about twenty.”

They were about to continue when Adrien’s phone went off. His face fell when he looked at it. “Sorry, guys. Looks like I need to head home now.’

“What?!” Marinette exclaimed before immediately blushing at her own outburst. “I mean- it’s just- Been here haven’t long- Going now?”

“I’m really sorry. You guys can go on without me.”

Nino shook his head and stood. “No way, dude. We’re in this together.”

“...Really?” Adrien said, looking hopeful.

“You bet, sunshine! This party doesn’t split.”

“Y-yeah! We’ll wait for you!”

“Thanks,” Adrien said with a smile. “I promise, I’ll make next week work and I’ll make sure we can stay for longer. Somehow.”

After saying their goodbyes, Nino hitched a ride home with Adrien. Nino hadn’t even thought about the traps being used against the kobolds, but they managed it. As he listened to Adrien chatter about the campaign, Nino could feel that this was going to be a campaign to remember.

#miraculous ladybug #Nino Lahiffe #Alya Cesaire #DJ Wifi #Adrien Agreste #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Adrienette #Dungeons and Dragons #D&D #ml fanfiction #my writing #Nino's Quest

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theemichelleb · 5 years

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Game of Thrones Series Final Season - Season Review

Game of Thrones is such an epic dynasty that I had to really sit and think about how I wanted to review the end of this era. I got involved in Game of Thrones late in the game, but have been hooked on it ever since my first watch in early 2017, courtesy of my bestie, Grets. The series is absolutely phenomenal thanks to the book series author, George R. R. Martin, but of course he hasn’t finished the books because he’s still working on his greatness and the TV series is closing out but it’s okay.

Although, there aren’t really any black characters displayed in this epicness of medieval trials and tribulations, I must say I’m okay with our people not being caught up in the nonsense that actually occurs in the series, and the two blacks that are represented are D.O.P.E. as heck and about their business, no question. It’s funny watching white people be white towards themselves, however.

I’ve decided the best way to review this final season is to give a snippet into my thought for each episode and close it out with my final remarks on the overall series and how the wonderful production team executed closing out this phenomenal series.

Episode 1

The first minute of the episode was truly a tribute to season 1 episode 1 all the way down to recreating Arya’s fascination with the royal family coming to Winterfell from season 1 while showing how much she’s grown 7 seasons later. I love a great reference back to the beginning of something amazing. Especially with Danny and Jon entering winter fell to lead us through the final battles in the Game of Thrones reminding us of how the game started in season 1 with Cersei and Jaime entering Winterfell. It really feels like all roads lead to Winterfell, right? This was such a great parallel because Cersei loved to justify her disgusting relationship with her brother by arguing that’s how the Targaryens kept their bloodlines pure and now we have 2 Targaryens that don’t even know they’re related in love and in a relationship. Nasty… but I can forgive Danny and Jon in hopes that they do better when they finally learn they’re aunt and nephew.

There were also a lot of reunions that I have long waited for and honestly was not sure if we were ever going to get to see; Tyrion and Sansa, Arya and Jon, Arya and Gendry, and our favorite, Bran and Jaime. My favorite part of the reunions is that none of these characters know each other or the things they’ve been through the way we know them and they’re growth. The underdogs have truly made an impact on the plot of the show moving forward and bringing us to a place very close to success and winning the iron throne.

My favorite underdog is Sansa. I know so many people that dislike her for the choices she made, but truth be told she fought for her life the only way she knew how. Yes, she made some selfish choices but when I look at the position she was placed in she really made smart choices for herself and look at where it’s brought her. People always want to degrade women for choosing themselves but men do it all the time, so, I don’t get the scrutiny. Plus she’s been around enough crazies to see Danny is one and I’m intrigued by the fact that she’s not so quick to bend to Danny. Don’t get me wrong I love Danny but she’s not adjusting well to the North and these aren’t the slaves she’s been saving for 7 seasons. I feel like she’s going to struggle to get her throne because she won’t be able to adjust and that’s what Sansa senses.

Episode 2

This episode was kinda slow to me. Based on the arrival of the Night King’s army at the end I see it’s meant to serve as the quiet before the storm. Although it didn’t really give me much, it did have a few notable moments that bring it’s watchers into the intensity of the war against the dead that is no longer coming and is finally here.

I wasn’t impressed with the reunion of Bran and Jaime; not that I had an idea of what I thought it would look like but I expected something. I guess that just ties to the “mystery” that Bran is as the Three-Eyed Raven. Danny is really on something this season and I can’t figure out what it is. I understand her conflicted stance on allowing Jaime to live, but even with her interaction as she tries to address the issue Sansa has with her. I think her desire to be accepted as Queen of the 7 kingdoms has in a way shifted to being accepted by Sansa; is it because Jon is her brother? Who knows, but it’s annoying and I need Danny to gather herself. It’s honestly coming off as jealousy. I saw it when Theon showed up to join the fight against the dead and asked Sansa if he could fight for her. Danny was HURT; it was written all over her face, LOL. I wonder if this is eluding to anything with Sansa always wanting to be queen… could she be a contender for the throne because of the love her people have for her? Or maybe she will just be the key to the North breaking free from the 7 kingdoms and becoming it’s own kingdom.

The battle against the dead brings us scenarios I always anticipated but never believed I would be able to witness. The circle of once Stark enemies turned allies is a huge scene for me; from Tormund’s entertaining but creepy fascination with Brienne to Jaime’s knighting of Brienne; I was truly intrigued with the circle of characters, that truly wanted to see the demise of the Stark’s, come together under the Stark’s lead to save the world from the walking dead. All roads really do lead back to Winterfell. And Arya grew the heck up! Wow… just wow. I always had my suspicions of her and Gendry getting together but I didn’t know she would go from badass to siren all in one episode. It makes sense though, our beloved characters are going into the fight of their lives and because nobody’s life is safe anybody could die; even Arya. This was probably one of my favorite connections out of the series after Greyworm and Missandei, of course, who also took my heart for a loop when he asked her to runaway with him after all of the battles are over; great moment of foreshadowing.

And of course this episode had to end with Danny finding out she’s not the only contender for the throne. Although, Jon doesn’t want it, she’s terrified! It all makes sense to her which is why she tries to deflect and claim Jon being a Targaryen is a made up story… please ma’am, who would lie about being a part of your crazy bloodline?

Episode 3

The Long Night is FINALLY here and I am here for this entire battle. Danny goes off hinged yet again, doesn’t want to follow anybody’s plan, and further annoying me with her antics. I mean, I understand the Dothraki were pretty much eliminated as a people but who did she think she was going to help in this war if she died?

But this battle! The Night King was that dude. No, we never find out what he wants but lets be real, he was created by the Children of the Forrest to take out the human race, they didn’t really give him much purpose other than to bring death to humans; which, I think he did successfully throughout the entire series, just taking out these folk that were expecting him to still be in hibernation. There were so many different aspects of this episode to follow which gave it a depth that I think it needed since it was basically a hour and a half of people dying left and right, then being brought back to life because, you know, the Night King raises zombies in this medieval time.

Which brings me to my biggest question… if we know this man can raise the dead, why were all of the helpless women, children, and men in the crypt? The place filled with dead Stark’s. A tomb. Literally a cemetery.

Whatever… the highlight of the hour goes to ARYA STARK. Always knew she was destined for greatness. My girl had sex and did her thing, LOL. There were so many ways this could have gone left, honestly, I wouldn’t have been sad if they let the Night King win, but when Arya came through with her faceless man skills I was so proud and knew my baby was all growed up. Arya has been D.O.P.E. since she was little, and I’m so happy they have given her the path that she’s been placed on and ecstatic that the victory for saving human kind did not go to Jon Snow. I’m just confused how the long night lasted a hour and a half but we still haven’t faced Cersei yet. So Cersei is a larger battle to fight than the Night King? Hmmmmm…. not sold on that one, but I guess we’ll see when Danny makes her way to King’s Landing.

Episode 4

Now, I’ve dealt with a lot of dryness and things that did not make sense, but this nonsense of Euron taking down the ships and kidnapping Missandei has got to be the DUMBEST PLOT DECISION EVER. I'm annoyed with this entire season at this point.

I understand sending Danny into her character arc to show how she’s turned into her father, the mad king, but seriously? This season has just torn poor little Danny apart and turned her into this inconsistent, under developed tyrant with no sense. I know it’s going to get worse… from her declaration making Gendry Lord of Storm’s End to her attempt to convince Jon they can be together even though they’re aunt and nephew, she’s just too obsessed with a throne she’s never seen for me.

I can’t lie, when Jon told Sansa and Arya he needed them to promise to keep quiet if he told, I was sitting in my chair like “Sansa, just say you promise and break it.” Sansa has never made me more proud than the moment she stopped battling herself and chose to tell Tyrion who Jon really is.

The attacks on Danny are really stacking up and feel too rushed for what we’ve known GoT to pace us with. She buries Jorah, Jon denies her love, Rhaegal is shot out of the sky just as she thinks he’s healing after the battle, and then Missandei dies…. all in one episode?! Who the heck thought this was a good idea instead of just extending the season with more episodes?? I waited TWO YEARS for this mess! Guess we’ll see what other nonsense they can come up with in the last two episodes.

Episode 5

Of course we knew this was going to be bad… but this?? This was so extreme and out of character.

I commend Varys for his attempts to protect the people in the realm, but truthfully there wasn’t enough time to explore what Varys could have done to stop Danny… again blown at how rushed this Season has been and rather disappointed with the outcomes. Fast forward to the real issue of this episode… Daenarys Tarygaryen destroys Kings Landing after they surrender. She is no longer Danny after that foolishness. I personally think they waited too late in the game to change who she is and turn her into the present version of her father. Not saying that she was ever a great leader, because let’s face it she just walked around freeing slaves with no plan on how to care for them, but she NEVER would have taken innocent lives where unneeded. The Danny we’ve grown to know as the breaker of chains would have seen the people on their grown running fearful for their lives unprotected by their Queen, given them mercy, and burned Cersei, Qyburn, Ser Gregor, and whoever in the King’s Guard that wanted to stand by her once the city was conquered. But I digress…

This episode wasn’t even a fight! The long night was placed before this whhhyyyyy? Cersei stood in her castle and watched her people burn for her idiocy and then dies under some rubble in the arms of the man she loves whom also happens to be her twin brother?! This is how she dies after I’ve waited 8 seasons to watch Danny burn her alive… this is all Tyrion’s fault. Had he not let Jaime go I at least would have gotten to see Cersei’s crazy behind die the death she deserved just like Joffrey got what was coming for him in Season 4.

I have so many questions that I understand the concepts behind, because of my film background, but the execution was just poor and I wish they would have made an executive decision to extend the season to at least 10 episodes, maybe even throw in one more season to close everything out better than this bullshicocky. Now, I just want to know what else there is? What, Jon and Danny are going to fight for the thrown now or she’s going to burn him alive for telling his secret after she forbid him not to? This is a bunch of anti-climactic aggravation.

Episode 6

Bran the Broken? That’s how we’re saving the 6, not 7, kingdoms? Maybe I’m missing something… don’t get me wrong, cool Bran is the three-eyed raven, but my dude says nothing the entire last few seasons other than, “I am not Bran,” and “I don’t want to be Lord of Winterfell.” But he wants to be King of the Realm??

I’m glad Danny finally got taken out of the equation because she honestly deserved to die for the foul mistakes the writers made in her character arc… it was truly disrespectful to her as a person and she deserved to be let out of the nonsense her character has become. Whether I believed she would be a good Queen or not she didn’t deserve to go mad like her father did so abruptly without the dedication and development that it should have taken. I would have even been okay if she still went crazy, just not in 3 episodes. Of course Jon had to be the one to kill her, however, was his purpose to take her out and then return to the nights watch then go beyond the wall with the free folk?

The ONLY character arc I was satisfied with was Sansa. My girl Sansa showed up and showed out. As I said, a lot of people I know were disgusted by her, but honestly survival was what she had to go through and she made a comment to the Hound after the Night King died that solidified everything she did for me. She could have left King’s Landing with The Hound and been saved from Joffrey’s torture, marrying Tyrion, Ramsey raping her, and Littlefinger pimping her out, but if she didn’t go through all of those things she would have remained an ignorant “little bird” all her life. If that was the case I definitely wouldn’t have stuck behind her the way I did. She always wanted to be Queen, and she finally got it with making The North it’s own Kingdom, which it has always deserved to be. And let’s just throw in that Sansa’s coronation outfit was BAD! Okkurrr.

Although, the story line, plot, and character development was trash closing out this amazing story of stories, the graphics and imagery were EVERYTHING. My favorite scenes were with Drogon; him buried in the ash when Jon is entering the tower prepared to kill Danny, and right after Jon becomes the Queen Slayer and Drogon pops up destroying the Iron Throne when he can’t wake his mother. I can say the crew did their thing with location scouting and taking their time to give us the best visuals because the rest of the package was trash.

Overall

I want to say I’m happy, but… yea. I’m sure we’ll get some type of Spin-off for Arya or maybe even Sansa, there were so many loose ends left at the end anybody could get a spin-off, LOL. Thank you for the attempt, but I think maybe this team of writers should stick to adaptations and not try to complete a story that they didn’t start; didn’t seem to be their strong suit.

Film making is hard and I commend them fall all of their efforts, but I was less than impressed given the foundation that was laid for this to be a D.O.P.E. production. Oh well, maybe we’ll get a revamped version in about 20 years after the books are finished and somebody picks up the idea to try again.

#Game of Thrones #GoT #HBO GoT #Song of Fire and Ice #Cersei #Jaime #Bran #Jon Snow #Arya #The Starks #Sansa #Tyrion #The Lannisters #Danaerys #Mother of Dragons #Missandei #Grey Worm

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NAME OF YOUR MUSE : Hiraeth

ONE PICTURE YOU LIKE BEST OF YOUR MUSE’S FC:

TWO HEADCANONS YOU HAVE FOR YOUR MUSE THAT YOU NEVER TOLD ANYONE :

1. Hiraeth honestly does feel bad whenever she has to threaten or scare an ally away from her due to trying to keep them safe from herself. While she doesn’t particularly mind being alone or being in solitude in general, she doesn’t necessarily wish to constantly be a threat to those she’s sworn to protect. In the end she accepts things as they are and deals with it as it is but every now and then she’ll apologize to no one in particular and in reality she’s apologizing to the people she frightens.

2. She’s long since begun keeping vials of the antivenom she’s made for her own toxins tucked away in her ‘clothing’. Since her ‘clothes’ are a symbiotic part of her, she’s capable of hiding things in them with no outline or no fear of them being discovered/falling out. The reason she’s begun to keep this on her is because there are too many people around her now and she’s constantly uneasy about the fact that she could be bumped into too hard and accidentally inject her barbs through that impact. Humans are curious creatures as well which has led her to be even more cautious due to their more hands on approach with her. She’s more patient than she seems with their curiosity (since she will always adore curious things) but she gets harsh and angry with them when they touch her without permission or too much due to that lingering threat that she might have to use those vials.

THREE THINGS THAT YOUR MUSE LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME :

1. Eating. Honestly, if this could be her job she probably wouldn’t even hesitate. She loves food and actually stores a lot of energy while simultaneously burning a lot of it as well. Hiraeth will honestly eat constantly at times after a big battle or after days of work in order to store up as much energy as she can while honestly enjoying the food she’s eating.

2. Creature care. The one thing she can’t really turn off is her absolute love of animals. If someone brings an animal around her its like flipping a switch and experiencing Hiraeth before everything went to shit for her. She goes out and finds animals in near destroyed civilizations and ecosystems in order to transport them to safe destinations that can support them. Then she spends hours playing with them and getting them used to their new homes. (If she ever finds out there’s strays on Earth, the lab might get a little crowded.)

3. Scientific Discovery. Hiraeth will spend her free time doing her job because she actually really loves her job. She wants to discover as much as she possibly can and learn as much as she possibly can from it. Humans confuse her but because of their fragility she can’t really examine them and find out more about their toxicology or immunology. Which is a pet peeve of hers and why she’s so easily annoyed when an interesting human arrives in her presence.

SEVEN PEOPLE THAT YOUR MUSE LOVES/LIKES : ( She doesn’t really know anyone wheezes, but here’s some people she’s curious about/interested. )

1. Ulaz (didn’t ignore her warnings? Puts up with her crap? CURIOUS ABOUT HER?)

2. Grimmjow (ultra curious about this one like what the hell is he GONNA EXAMINE HIM)

3. Gil (he’s a fix ‘r upper)

4. Prompto (that is not the reaction u should have to her boyo but admittedly she’s curious)

5. Hepta (booty bay same interests? SAME INTERESTS!)

6. Tokiya (what was with that greeting thing c’mon she’s curious tell her about it)

7. Keith (listen he has a wolf and that’s enough to catch her interest)

TWO THINGS YOUR MUSE REGRETS:

1. Nothing. She honestly does not regret anything she does or any actions she’s taken. The only thing she might be ‘regretful’ for is when she accidentally harms an ally but even then its not so much regret as it is apologetic or angry that they didn’t listen to her. In her mind, her actions are justified and she has no reason to regret them.

TWO PHOBIAS YOUR MUSE HAS :

1. Failure. If she fails, people die. Good people, people that she has to look after and watch their backs. If one of her toxins doesn’t operate correctly or if there’s a containment breech for it, there’s no telling what could happen to the ones she’s not targeting. If she fails in battle it means she’ll have to go through all the cycles of life she’s gone through several upon several times already and to ‘die’ in battle is no ‘privilege’ rather than it is a hindrance and a failure that she cannot tolerate.

2. Harming Allies. She genuinely has a fear of harming the people around her without meaning to. As much as she’ll threaten them with a bite, punch or shock; she actually doesn’t want to hurt them lethally. When they get too close to her without her permission she panics and snaps angrily at them to keep them at a distance. This isn’t a ‘white knight I must protect you’ sort of thing more so than a legitimate fear and anger towards those who do not listen and get too close to her. She is after all, venomous.

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Angel

Strap in. This one’s gonna be a doozy. #7 - Also on AO3

It takes them another hour or so of envisioning their future before they reach the edge of the Aeroport, the final destination in their journey. After a quick inspection of the area, the pairs’ Ghosts suggest taking an entrance on the west side of the building in order to have the best chance of finding a ship or two. They find such an entrance in the form of a gaping hole in three stories of glass, and make their way inside.

It’s a minor maze initially, following signs through the old passenger area and towards the central hangar, but eventually they find their way. The walls begin to show signs of rot, and there’s a hard gunky buildup on the floor as they close in on their target.

Both Hunters suddenly get the feeling that this won’t be an easy “grab and go” mission. They pull down their masks, pull up their hoods, and ready their weapons.

“I have... a very bad feeling about this place.” Seraph comments as the weight of Darkness falls upon their shoulders. The pairs’ Ghosts light the way as they continue their trek into the old Aeroport, sticking closer than usual as a precaution.

Myss is looking down the scope of her scout, waiting to pop any head that enters her vision. While concentrating, she almost misses the guttural clicking sounds that begin to surround them, and the squishing noises their footsteps now make. She spots three glowing eyes ahead, pops a bullet into them without thinking, and hears screaming.

{[Hive!]} Casper and Lumo exclaim at the same time.

Seeing the large number of oncoming foes, Myss fires her Shadowshot at the horde’s feet, tethers them all, and makes easy targets of them. The two Hunters fight them - Thralls, they learn - rather well, the pair almost in sync as they threw blow after blow at them. There’s no time to revel in their abilities however, as they’re greeted by several larger Hive, and a floating one as they enter the next room.

The pair waste no time in attacking the larger Hive, but they don’t manage well. Trading blows just means they get hit twice as hard, and the brawl eventually leads to Seraph falling to a Knight’s blade.

[Guardian down!]

When her partner’s not back after a few seconds, Myss begins to panic, and dodges away from the Acolyte she was currently engaged with to assist her. After the dodge, she finds the Hive are all mildly confused for a moment, which gives her just enough time to revive Seraph, who thanks her before returning to combat. They fight for another several minutes, each falling two or three times, and each helps the other up every time.

“I don’t - I don’t know if we can do this, Seraph!” Myss shouts, dodging away from a Knight’s swing. “We should leave, and find another entrance.”

As soon as she suggests that, a toxic fog blocks their exit.

Seraph manages to knock down the last of the Knights on her side, and fires on the one Myss is left with. “We can do this.” She states confidently, standing firm beside her partner.

The floating Hive - the Wizard - releases a deafening screech, prompting another wave of Hive, as well as a floating ball in a conical cage - a Shrieker - that reminds Myss of what her Super looks like.

The pair exhales sternly in unison, doubts forming as they steel themselves for the next wave.

The pair die a few more times - revival always aided by the other - before Seraph decides that enough is enough and pops her Super, taking aim at the Wizard. She fires once, which its enough to break its shield, but misses the other two shots as it manages to move out of the way just in time.

“Dammit!” Seraph knows she won’t have another chance like this again. Myss used her own Super when they entered, and she probably doesn’t have it back yet. Every time they eliminate a wave, another comes rushing in, and they can’t avoid them for long enough to be able to focus on putting a dent in the Wizard. They’re out of options.

She can tell Lumo’s reaching his limit, which means Casper probably is too. They need to do something crazy, and Seraph has just the idea for that. She’s not sure if it’ll work, and there’s only one way to find out.

But there’s something she has to do first, just in case.

In the brief calm before the next wave, Seraph pulls Myss aside. She drapes her own cloak over her partner, rips their helmets off, and smiles at the other’s puzzled expression. Wasting no time, she pulls herself up to press her lips against the taller Hunter’s. Myss is shocked and confused, but melts into the kiss immediately.

And then it’s over.

“Get ready to run.” Seraph orders, putting their helmets back in place.

“What?!” Myss yells, grabbing onto the other’s shoulder. “No! I’m not leaving you!”

“You’re not. I’ll be right behind you.” Seraph assures Myss, wanting so desperately to believe that it will be true.

After a breath, Myss moves her hand from Seraph’s shoulder to the top of her head, bringing their helmet-clad heads together with a light thud.

“You better be.” She orders, then releases her partner.

Myss trusts Seraph with whatever crazy idea she has to get them out of this hell, believing that she’ll come out unscathed.

Seraph runs towards the center of the horde, and ultimately towards the Wizard. Myss hangs back by the door, but still fairly inside the room. She’s ready to run like hell once Seraph gets clear, but is also ready to help if she’s needed.

“Myss! Get out of here!” Seraph yells when she notices her partner lingering inside the room. “I’ll hold them off!” She gets to the Wizard’s side and, just as she’s about to attack, Lumo’s pained shrieks ring out through the room, causing the two Guardians to freeze in panic.

{It-It’s got me! Seraph!} Lumo cries as he’s pulled from Seraph and towards the Wizard, the Light visibly draining from his optic. {Seraph! R-Run... Go! I can’t...}

“NO!” Seraph wails as her Ghost is sapped of his Light, catching his empty shell as it fell. “No! Lumo!” Tears stream down her face as she clutches his body to her chest.

Myss is frozen in place, and can feel that Casper is too, having never imagined they would see something so painful in their entire existence. She quickly realizes what this means for Seraph’s fate, and tears begin welling in her eyes. She has to save her partner from that Wizard before it kills her, so she begins running towards them.

“No!” Seraph points at Myss. Bright, pained orange eyes meet her own, melting with her tears. “Get to the City!” She orders, voice breaking. “Live!” The Wizard’s making hand motions again, similar to the ones it made when it took Lumo, and she knows this is the end for her. “I l-”

But those last words never get out, and are instead replaced with her screams as the Wizard performs its ritual.

Myss’ face drops in absolute horror and disbelief as she watches her partner transform - murdered - before her.

“Seraph...?” She quietly calls in desperation, her tears now flowing violently.

“Seraph!” She tries again, her eyes refusing to believe what they saw.

“Seraph, no...” She weeps, falling to her knees as a purple crystal takes her partner’s place, beginning to glow bright with her stolen Light.

“NO!”

The Hunter releases one last angry defiance before hopping up and firing her Shadowshot directly at the Wizard, who disintegrates into violent violet energy with a scream. The remaining ball tethers to the horde of Hive that surrounded its victim, trapping them all where they stood.

The Wizard’s death somehow destroyed the structural stability of the crystal, and Seraph’s stolen Light - Void Light - is exposed and tangible. Myss knows what she has to do.

Wasting no time, she rushes up to where her partner fell, grabs Lumo’s empty shell, tucks Seraph’s Light under her arm, and makes for the exit. Thankfully, the fog on the door has dissipated - likely also controlled by the Wizard - and she’s able to run out the way she came.

Like when she discovered her Super, Myss allows her instincts to guide her out of the Hive-infested Aeroport, as she’s currently incapable of coherent thought. She makes it out after a few minutes, not stopping until her legs give out.

Whether it's the sheer devastation, or the effort it took to summon that small amount of extra Light to call upon her Super, she collapses when she reaches the forest.

Myss never releases the ball of Light that once belonged to Seraph, keeping it tight against her chest. She lets her despair ring out through the forest, wailing in grief for several minutes, rocking back and forth as she holds on to the ball as if her life depended on it.

“S-S-Seraph...” Myss whispers with an extreme shake in her voice. “Y-you id-iot-t-t... W-we.. We we-r-re sup-p-p-osed to...” She can’t bring herself to finish the statement.

“Th-th-thank you-u-u.” She finally resorts to saying, pushing any regret to the back of her mind. Holding the ball against her chest burns, but she ignores it. “Thank you f-f-for s-saving m-m-me one-one last t-time.”

“I l-” She starts, though is unable to complete the heavy statement on the first try. “I lo- I-I l-l-love... l-love you t-t-too. S-so m-much. I-I’ll miss-s-s-s you-u-u.”

Myss knows it’s not the same, but - in lieu of more stuttered words - she places her lips on the ball of Seraph’s Light. It burns, but she welcomes it.

Over the next few moments, the Hunter can feel the size of the ball slowly shrinking, but it never feels like it’s gone. Seraph’s Light still feels the same, though the burning is increasing and concentrated over her chest, directly above where her jewel pendant rested on her breast.

“W-what’s hap-p-pening?” She asks her Ghost, who appears in front of her.

He has to shake off the shock in order to answer his Guardian. [I-I think...] Casper begins, chirping in disbelief. [I think you’re absorbing her Light, Myss - her Void Light.]

“What? H-how...? How is that... am I d-doing that?!” Myss asks as she watches the ball continually shrink.

[I’m not... not sure.] Casper begins a scan of his Guardian, floating a step backwards in confusion. [I... I feel more Light within you than usual, more than what I gave you.] He blinks, his back half spinning as he thought. [I think... The only thing I can think of is that Seraph’s Light must have known it was being held by you, and knew it was safe - that it’d be safe with you and your Light.]

Myss’ tears, though they never stopped, now flow with a new vigor. The Hunter is blinded by the ocean of grief that floods her eyes, but now it’s overwhelmingly mixed with joy, pride, euphoria, and love. Her arms wrap tightly around her torso as the last of Seraph’s light is merged with hers, and the ball disappears. The burn from the process remains in the now glowing crystal that rests on her breast, which she clutches in her hands.

“Thank you, Seraph.” Myss sniffles. “For staying with me.”

A moment passes in which the Hunter breathes deeply to centre herself, but instead she feels a new fire within her, one she hasn’t felt before. She gets to her feet and lifts her head, cocking it in a motion that beckons her Ghost to return to her backpack.

Casper doesn’t question his Guardian, knowing her nerves have steeled and that her mind is clear as they head back towards the Aeroport. She’s determined to succeed, and she will.

Myss returns to the dreaded room calmly and quietly, and is greeted with a chorus of screeches and wails. She can feel a smaller energy - a much hotter burn - form in her palm, and she pitches it towards the oncoming horde, which bursts into bright orange flames on contact.

She relishes in their pained screams and, a few moments later, the horde is dealt with. The Wizard fell at her hands earlier, which means now the Shrieker is the only obstacle she has between her and a ship.

Her Light is making her fingertips burn, and she smiles knowingly. Myss thrusts her arm to the sky, and a brilliant, familiar, flaming pistol forms in her hand.

Her first Golden Gun.

Without missing a beat, Myss aims all shots at the Shrieker’s cracked eye, and it disintegrates into millions of burning embers.

With all the Hive in the room cleared out, Myss can clearly see the entirety of it, and spots a couple ships in the very back of the room - behind where the Shrieker was floating.

They were so close.

Myss clutches her necklace, and approaches the ships.

[This one’s in the best shape.] Casper states of an angular ship after scanning the lot. [Let’s go home.]

The Hunter takes a moment to return to the empty husk that once held Seraph’s transformed frame, and brushes a hand gently along it. She removes her own gray cloak and places it on the shell, her vision going blurry. Myss allows the second wave of grief to take her, wrapping her arms around herself as her tears flow fresh.

Several minutes pass with the Hunter crying quietly next to her partner’s remains, which Casper lets Myss have. He wouldn’t say she’s earned it, but the pair deserved to have a proper goodbye.

The Hunter’s sobs soon morph into a broken, melodic tune, one that Casper was familiar with.

“You’d wink... You'd stare... You’d stop my heart cold. You’d make me feel young, and we’re only days old...” A sniffle, her voice turning thick. “There were so many things we planned to be... And all of you, was loved by me...”

If a Ghost could cry, Casper would. He could feel how heartbroken and devastated his Guardian was, and he wished there was a way he could cheer her up. He knew there wasn’t, at least not right now, but he would try his best with the memories he’d collected over the past few weeks.

But he’d try that another time. The Hunter appears to be calming down, and his highest priority now is getting her safely to the City.

Just by looking at her, by seeing the extra Light she now possessed, he knew Myss now had an angel to watch over her as long as she lived. Well, other than him, of course.

Myss stands a few seconds later, holding Seraph’s gifted cloak tightly, and turns towards her Ghost.

“Let’s go home.”

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Lost In The Deep End P3

I love your writing so much! Could you write a peter x reader where the Vulture kidnapped and hurt the reader to get to peter and peter gets all overprotective and worried? With fluff or cuddles at the end? Whatever you want to do really! You're amazing! -Anon

i have an idea for ya!! something kind of along the lines of a Gwen Stacy scenario - where the reader and peter are dating and peter is desperately trying to keep her out of danger and then she ends up getting really hurt or possibly....dying?? ooooo -Anon

Summary: Homecoming is a night to remember... but not for all the right reasons...

Requested: Yes

Word Count: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Note: I’ve comibned to requests together cause they are quite similar! So hope both you Anon’s enjoy! x

Warning(s)?: Swearing, Major fLUFFFFFFFF, angst, mentions of death

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Yes today is my birthday and I couldn’t wait to post the last part so here it is guys!! A present from me to you <3

Part 1 Part 2

Lost In The Deep End

''Don't... don't kill her'' 'Pete' spoke up as he slowly made his way towards you guys. You glanced out of the corner of your eye and saw a guy in a red and blue suit make his way towards you slowly, his hands up in the air.

''I don't want to kill her Pete... I have to'' He says as pops his finger on the trigger. Now you closed your eyes shut, letting a stream of tears fell as you shook.

''P-please you don't have to do thi-s-s-s'' You stuttered out through the tears, unknowingly shattering Peter's heart with these words. He was utterly torn, his own tears falling down his cheeks behind the mask.

You heard pull the trigger, waiting for the pain to soon begin. But you felt nothing... Nothing at all. Instead you turned around with your eyes open once you saw his gun pointed in another direction. One of the pillars he shot at became unstable.

''Pete I'll give you a choice...'' He states. Your eyes widen as you saw what was the flying piece of metal actually a set of wings with fan blades in the middle. Oh my god....

It began flying around the room, narrowly missing you as it went around in a square.

''Go after me... or save the girl'' You turned around and wide eyes and stared at the guy in front of you.

''What...'' You mumbled out through the tears, your bottom lip quivering. You took one last glance towards 'Pete' and turned away as quickly as you could, beginning to run to the nearest exit. You heard another gun shot and instantly felt a shooting pain through your leg. You screamed out as you felt blood begin to ooze from your injury. You fell to the ground and barely had the strength to get back up.

''No!'' You could hear 'Pete' scream once the shot was fired. You could hear footsteps approaching you as you tried to sit up, hearing the building was going to collapse around you at any moment. You heard the mechanical wings begin to fly, now with a body inside it. You glanced up once you noticed rubble beginning to fall from above. You tried covering your head as you screamed out in pain when one piece of rebel fell onto your leg. You clutched your leg tightly and pressed your palm against your wound causing it to sting like a bitch.

''Stay still'' You could hear a voice command from above you, seeing blood rush out of your leg. He ripped apart of his suit and made a tourniquet around you leg, stopped the blood flow. Hearing the building around you crumbling you grabbed onto the strangers shoulder. He quickly reached around your back and cut you free of your restraints. He wrapped his arms around you and picked you, you whimpering at the contact. He raised his arm up and shot a web... wait a second... this guy was spiderman...

Grabbing onto the web he flung upwards just in time as the building collapsed behind yous. He swung out into the open the stopped short at a building. going up to the roof. He landed as softly as he could and held onto you, his eyes tearing up even more behind his mask. Your began to slowly close shut.

''No! No Y/N you have to stay awake" You were tired to care how this guy knew your name. You could feel a light slap to your cheek, causing your eyes to widen a fraction.

''Please... open your eyes Y/N...'' You could hear the boy softly begin to cry as held you in his arms, rocking you slightly. You could feel a tear slip from your eye as your eyes began to close again.

Peter took of his mask and wiped away his tears, cupping your face in his hand. You opened your slightly at the sound and tilted you head. Your eyes were blurry due to the tears but you felt a thumb brush them away softly, you could feel tingles from the touch. Once your eyesight cleared a bit you could see who it was...

''P-peter?'' You asked confused. What the hell was Peter doing here and why was he wearing a suit-... No way.

''Don't you dare close your eyes!'' He yells at you in pain, shaking your head in his hands as you began to close your eyes again. Your eyelids were feeling to heavy to keep them open.

You opened your eyes after a few seconds once you heard sobbing.

''Why are you crying?'' You ask softly, your voice beginning to grow weaker. He shook his head, tears blurring his vision.

''I-i should take-e-e you to a hos-s-spital bu-u-t...'' He trailed off with another sob. He glances down at your wound to see the tourniquet he made covered in blood. He shook his head, knowing you were losing too much blood.

''Your losing a lot of blood I won't be able to take you there in time...'' He sobbed, clutching you closely towards his body. He wanted nothing more than to grab you and swing you towards the hospital but even going super fast it would take him 15 minutes from where you guys were. At the rate you were losing blood, you had less then 5.

''I-t-it-s okay-y-y'' You stuttered out, raising a hand to cup his cheek. Your thumb lightly wiped away his tears, he lent into your touch closing his eyes, sobbing even harder.

''I-m-m so sor-r-ryy'' He sobbed out, his face resting against your hand. You just smiled through your own tears, beginning to feel the pain life away slowly.

''I'm not'' you spoke up. He opened his eyes and looked at you confused.

''Peter Benjamin Parker...'' You spoke out, running your thumb across his cheek.

''Who would've known you would be my knight in shining armour'' You finished. He shook his head at this.

''I'm not, this is all my fault'' He cried out in pain. It was, he knew that it was all his fault and he will hate himself for this for the rest of his life.

''It's okay...'' you murmured, feeling the pain lift more and more. You moved your hand from his cheek and traced his bottom lip with your thumb as it quivered. He closed his eyes at your touch and brought you closer to his body, rocking you slightly.

''Your not going to die'' He says determined. He wraps picks you up and stand up, shooting a web out to begin taking you towards the hospital.

''Peter...'' You murmured softly, tugging on him. He turned to face you and his heart dropped. Blood began to pool at the side of your mouth, running over your side. He angrily wiped them away and sat you up so you didn't choke.

''Your not dying on me Y/n... not now, not ever'' He spoke out through clenched teeth as he began his way to the hospital, going so fast he was sure even he was going to throw up. He arrive at the er and rushed in, screaming for help. A bunch of nurses came rushing over as he placed you on the ground. Everything became a clue for him as staff beginning to run around, grabbing equipment and a bed to reel you in on. Two doctors lifted you up and sat you on the bed, nurses immediately beginning to work on you. By this time your eyes were shut. He stoped there in his blood covered suit with his mask off, tears streaming down his face. The er was empty. He tried to rush in through the doors after the nurses but he got held back, saying he wasn't allowed beyond that point.

''Is she going to be okay?'' He asks out nervously, more tears welling up in his eyes.

''We're going to try our best''

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It had been a week since homecoming. Peter was at home getting changed into a new pair of clothes. After everything that had happened he rang up his Aunt May, his Aunt May calling Y/N's parents as they rushed to the hospital. During this time Peter went into the nearest bathroom to change out of his suit, the nurse who saw came over to loan him so clothes so he could change. He thanked her and begged her not to say anything. She smiled in response and shook her head, agreeing to keep his secret. The others were too busy with Y/N that they didn't notice what he was wearing.

He arrived at his destination, walking past the front desk. He made his way down the hall in his school clothes before arriving in front of a room with an open door.

He watched with a soft smile as he saw you sitting up in your bed, playing connect four with your younger brother who sat at the end of your bed. You were hooked up to two or three different machines.

He walked into the room and smiled, enjoying the smile that crossed your face as you had made a connect 4 and your brother sighed in disappointment. Your brother was the first to turn around, he smiled and hoped off the bed, racing over to give Peter a hug. You finally glanced up and saw the interaction, smiling at the sight. You moved your leg slightly and winced when you felt some pain but ignored it, making some more space on the bed. Peter looked over to you and smiled, walking over and putting his bag down on the seat beside the bed.

''Can you go see where mum went?'' You asked your brother politely. He nodded his head in response and raced out the room, looking for your parents.

''Since when did he take orders from you willingly?'' Peter asks jokingly. You laugh lightly.

''Since he found out just how much of an awesome sauce sister I am and how crap his life would be without me'' You joked back, moving slightly for Peter to sit beside you. He sat at the end of the bed. You wriggled your way through the cords that had you connected to your machines. You turned around and scooted over towards the end of the bed, placing yourself on top of Peter as you laid your head down onto his lap. He began to run his fingers through your hair with a smile.

He had almost lost you. For a long time he thought you were dead, or were going to be. He couldn't stop beating himself up about it. Once he saw that you were recovering he couldn't stop crying. He just had this feeling that you were going to hate him, knowing you were in that position in the first place but you didn't, You could never hate him.

He let a tear fall from his eye. You saw this and reached to cup his cheek, wiping the tear away with the pad of your thumb. During the week he has came to visit you everyday, before and after school. He would've come during school to but both you and Aunt May said he had to go. He often brought homework back for you so you didn't get left behind, he wanted to be useful somehow.

It broke your heart to see him cry over you. You guys hadn't really talked about the whole spider-man thing but instead just enjoyed each other's presence. You both knew sooner or later you were going to have to talk about it.

''You know I don't blame you right?'' You asked softly, searching his eyes for an answer. He nods sheepishly into your hand and softly smiles.

''Yeah I know but... you should'' He says in a broken voice. You shake your head that was still on his lap and smile.

''I could never hate you...'' You spoke, your voice trailing off near the end. He watched you as you said this, moving a hand to begin gently stroking your cheek. His eyes widen.

''I've got a present for you'' He says happily, wiping a tear from his cheek. You smile excitedly and nod your head, beginning to sit up and move off of him. He stopped you.

''No your not going anywhere'' He spoke into your hair as he pulled you back into him, this time you were sitting in between his legs. He reached for his backpack and fiddled around for something. You just sighed and laid your head against his chest, listening to his heart.

''Okay'' he says, finally finding it. You try to look but he stops you, covering your eyes with one of his hands.

''Peterrrrr'' You whine. He just laughs and shake his head, turning you back around so your back was against him.

''Close your eyes'' He instructed. Stubbornly you let out a sigh and did as he asked. Once he saw that your eyes were closed he placed the scrapbook in front of you. He placed it gently into your hands and you scrunched your eyebrows at the weight, it felt kind of heavy.

''Open'' He whispers into your hair causing you to giggle. You open your eyes and stare at what was placed in your hands.

''It's blank...'' You trailed off, noticing there was nothing covering the book. You looked up to him confused, he just beamed at you in return.

''Open it'' He instructed, beginning to feel nervous. What if she didn't like it? What if it was... too much?

You did so excitedly and opened the book, your heart sopping once you saw a photo of yourself glue to the page with a caption written at the bottom. It was the beginning of grade Seven, Peter had just gotten his camera and he wanted his very first picture he took to be you. You thought it was silly but he insisted so you did. You stroke a pose near the garage door and he captured the moment, the image turning out slightly blurry. You laughed at the memory and a huge smile came across your face.

You flipped another page, seeing more and more photos scattered across the pages with little captions. Your eyes widen when you scanned over each one, reading the little captions that where next to each photo. You laughed once you saw the photo where your mouth was full of food, bits and pieces falling out and your hair up in a messy bun.

'Once a weirdo always a weirdo' the caption said and you laughed. You bit your lip, turning more and more pages of the scrapbook, reading the captions and looking at all the photos. Most of them were just you but there ones with your family, friends and even Peter himself when he decided to take silly selfies. This was probably one of the most thoughtful gifts anyone has ever given you. The photos seemed to be in chronological order. Feeling tears coat your eyes you flipped to the last page, noticing there was a blank space. You looked up to Peter slightly confused.

He smiled and reached around you to place one last photo into the book. The photo being the one he took on the night of homecoming. You stood in your dress near the window, standing straight with your head slightly tilted, smiling into the camera. You glanced at yourself smiling. You looked at yourself one last time in the picture and noticed something... your eyes, your smile was so wide and your eyes held an emotion you've never seen them hold before. You could feel your heart begin to melt.

You glanced down to notice there was no caption. You glanced at Peter again confused.

''Where's this photo's caption?'' You ask innocently. He pulls out one last piece, debating whether or not to place it in the scrapbook. He had poured his heart and soul into this gift and you appreciated it dearly. So much so you heart wanted to beat out of your chest at the gesture. You almost felt bad for not having something for him. He obviously had spent a great deal of time working on this for you. You couldn't help but to love him just that little bit more- wait...

Love?

He placed the final piece into the book and sighed. He nestled his head into your hair hiding his face as you put the caption into it's little pocket underneath the photo. The pockets were all see through so you could read them without having to take them out.

''You were wearing the most gorgeous dress I have ever seen you wear, and trust me you wear alot'' You let out a small laugh and continued reading aloud. That was true.

''You had spent exactly one hour and twelve minutes getting ready, I seriously can't get over how long it takes for you to get ready.'' You snort at the end of that sentence and laugh. Once you stopped laughing you smiled, turning your head to face him.

''The time?'' You asked.

''You had exactly an hour and twenty three minutes to get home and it takes you roughly eleven minutes running to get there so I just did the math'' he replied sarcastically. You just laughed and smiled, your heart beating faster. You couldn’t believe he rememberd that... it feels like it was ages ago...

''But it felt like time stood still, when you stood in front of your window. You smiled your big goofy smile and did a twirl, the dress flowing around you seamlessly'' you smiled.

''I took photos of you, each one better than the last... until the last one. I waited for the perfect moment to capture it. You stopped, stood still and smiled into the camera, tilting your head slightly with a look on your face I had never seen you wear before. I could have sworn my heart skipped a beat'' Your voice began to trail off at the end.

''You soon left, leaving your room. I glanced down at the camera and stared at the photo for what seemed like forever. I admired you, everything about you in just the one picture. In this one... captured... moment I managed to capture something truly special. You. This photo stands out the most to me. I didn't know why at the time but all I knew was that my heart seemed to want to burst out of my chest. Maybe it was because you were wearing the most gorgeous dress or maybe...'' You trailed off noticing that was the last weird. You heart was practically beating out of your chest by this point.

''That's it?'' You asked disappointed. He shook his, a blush crawling onto his cheeks. He reached for the caption and took it out of the pocket, flipping it over. He also wrote on the other side...

''In that very moment I fell in love with you...'' You read the last part, your voice growing softer near the end. You bit your lip and let out a deep breath, not realizing you had been holding your breath. You couldn't find the words to use. You seemed to have lost your voice.

Peter was in love with you.

You couldn't help but to let out the beam a smile, feeling your cheeks hurt out how wide your smile was. You bit your lip again and turned your head to face him. He pulled away from you looked up at you shyly, a blush coating his cheeks.

''Yeah I probably should of-'' You cut him off with you lips. You placed them on top of his and held them there for a few seconds, enjoying the tingles pulsing through your body. You slowly lent away, resting your head against his with your eyes still closed.

He was the first to lean away, fluttering his eyes open. Your eyes fluttered open moments after, a smile plastering across both of your faces.

''Can we...'' He trailed off, glancing down at your lips.

''Can we do that again?'' he asks shyly. You feel your heart leap at his words so you nod your head, meeting him halfway for another kiss. He reached a hand to cup your cheek as you moved on of your to wrap around his neck to bring him closer. After a few seconds you both pulled apart, not believing how over the moon you both were feeling right now.

''Just one more thing...'' He says. You bit your lip and nod, listening.

''Will you, Y/N Y/L/N do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?'' You smiled widely and nod your head, not even needing to think about it as you lent forward and capture his lips with yours again.

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A/N: Final part for ‘Lost in the deep end!’ Hope you guys enjoyed!!!! xx

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beautifulmaybe · 6 years

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Algebra 101: R=U

It’s 2018, and guess who is still thinking about FFVIII theory and R=U more than eighteen years after FFVIII’s release?

I’m straight obsessed. I can’t quit. So I’m doing the only thing I can do. I’m making a Mod. Or two Mods.

This blog is going to be full of my thoughts about FFVIII plotholes and R=U theory while I’m working on this Mod. I also will (eventually) go into great lengths about my personal theory of where Ellone’s powers come from. (I’ve been reading archived forum posts and feeling very dissatisfied; mostly because they seem to have dissolved into character attacks and gleeful denial of R=U a decade ago. I have things to add to the debate but I’m no forum necromancer.)

But to even get started on R=U, we’ve got to tackle the basics. Spoiler warning I suppose? If you haven’t played FFVIII, why are you even here?

The first and most character-appropriate proof that fans of R=U use to support it is Rinoa wishing she could stop time aboard the Ragnarok in Space with Squall. This is soul-shatteringly scary when you assume R=U. People like to point out that she’s the only character who mentions stopping time at all. (“ I don’t want the future. I want the present to stand still. I want to stay here with you…”)

Ultimecia’s design is probably ranked among the highest points in favor of R=U. I don’t hold much credence to the idea that they look like they share a face (if you’re going by PS1 graphics, Aerith and Sephiroth have the same face too) but Rinoa and Ultimecia both having wings is a common aesthetic and thematic similarity (white and black Angel wings respectively, considered by some an indicator of Rinoa turning evil) and I can’t help but agree that Ultimecia essentially looks like she’s wearing Squall’s jacket and Rinoa’s mother’s dress combined, a long red slinky dress a la Julia with a thick fur collar, and it goes further: Ultimecia’s look is completed with black paws for feet. Ultimecia’s design does look like a mix of Squall, Julia and Griever with horns for hair and Sorceress “tattoos.”

Speaking of, Griever is something I’ll be dissecting quite a bit, but the basics are as follows: This Legendary Beast GF is particularly symbolic to our main couple. A lion-headed beast used against Squall by Ultimecia with the same name as a ring featuring a winged lion– a token of endearment between Squall and Rinoa, which makes more sense to fans of R=U as a representation of Squall by Rinoa in the future than as a Guardian Force stolen from Squall’s mind.

Squall, who is called by Ultimecia “the Legendary SeeD”, and who is destined to kill Ultimecia according to Ultimecia herself – paired with Rinoa’s statement that as long as Squall was the one to kill her, she’d be okay with it (“If I fall under Ultimecia’s control again… SeeD will come kill me, right? And the leader of SeeD is you, Squall… Squall’s sword will pierce my heart…… I guess it’s ok if it’s you, Squall. Nobody else. Squall, if that ever happens…”)

This confluence of themes: Sorceresses are known to be unstable without their Knights, the thought that Squall has about being a Knight to Rinoa even if the world turns against her, and the fact that using GFs erases memory all being an established in-game recipe for Rinoa to go all Ultimecia on our asses and try to compress Time, either to die by Squall’s hand, to be reunited with him, to end the Succession of Witches and/or to fulfill her part in her own destiny.

Ultimecia’s final speech gets really nostalgic and sad at the end and speaks to fans of R=U. I’ll just give the text in both English and Japanese and let it speak for itself.

English:“Reflect on your… Childhood…Your sensation… Your words… Your emotions…Time… It will not wait…No matter… …how hard you hold on. It escapes you…And…”

Japanese: “Have you remembered something? Something from your childhood. A sensation. The words from back then. The emotions from back then. As you become an adult. You leave something behind, throw something away. Time will not wait for you. Even if you cling to it. It slips away the instant you open your hands. And…”

Lastly, the location of Ultimecia’s castle (some say it’s over the ocean, but the fact remains you must go to the flower field to get to said castle) being evidence of Ultimecia waiting there for Squall, as in Squall and Rinoa’s promise to meet in that same flower field featured in the intro.

There are other pieces of the game that we should cover as well in our discussion of the basics. There are two plot points that are thematically legitimized by assuming R=U.

The plot devices of Seifer being a contrast to Squall, his having a past relationship with Rinoa and his “Romantic Dream” of being a Sorceress’s Knight actually have a clearer and more meaningful parallel if their love triangle resurfaced in this warped way. Both Seifer and Squall are her knights, at the same temporal location but at opposite ends of her life.

It also makes the fact that GF’s destroy your memories more meaningful than “We all grew up together and don’t remember it.” or, as far as I can reason it: “Oh, that’s why Irvine couldn’t shoot Edea.” And it gives Rinoa an additional reason to be changed into Ultimecia besides the mental duress of having Sorceress powers without a knight.

I’ll finish R=U 101 with a fantastic quote & article on basically everything I just touched on:

“If you believe that Ultimecia is a future version of Rinoa (who has been warped beyond recognition by the sorceress power, as she fears), then not only does the villain suddenly have a motivation, but a beautifully ironic one. It’s the love she feels for Squall– the love that is unequivocally the game’s theme– that becomes the evil obsession you must overcome.” - Final Fantasy VIII and Literary Criticism

#ff8 #ffviii #rinoa #rinoa heartilly #ultimecia #squall #squall leonhart #game mod #r=u #ffviii mod

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13 IS OFFICIALLY READY TO JOIN THE ACADEMY!

› KAZUKI RYUJIN › 6732 YEARS OLD › IMMORTALITY › 4 YEARS IN THE ACADEMY

POWER

Immortality AKA Death’s Love He never dies. Period. You can cut his head off, take his heart out, stab him in the brains, but no matter what he just won’t die. In the end, he lived through some miracle, regeneration, or the sort. His body is also permanently stuck at the age of twenty, and his age is pretty much a mess considering all the technicalities.

STRENGTHS

Immortal He could not die. Never. He tried, several times. When he ‘died’, he just wakes up in a void or her realm to talk with her briefly before returning. Sometimes, if he willed it to, he wouldn’t even meet her. That’s only if his regeneration could quickly heal him up ( decapitation was a sure way to ‘knock him out’ briefly with how long it took to heal up ). He also does not age, permanently twenty-four AKA young and pretty.

Regeneration When he gets fatal wounds or lose limbs and the sort, a black matter would come out from the shadows or anything ‘dark’ ( e.g black clothing, black hair, etc. ) and start to seep into the wounds, reattaching it like some morbid stitching. If he was decapitated or lost his limb, the matter would quickly regrow whilst the detached part quickly withered away as if it was a instant fast-forward of decay.

Contaminant Immunity He was immune to poison, disease, etc. He couldn’t get drunk, couldn’t get sick, pretty much anything trying to mess with his immune system or his insides gets obliterated. He still has good lungs and liver, no matter how he desperately tried to ruin it.

Death’s Trusted Knight A connection to Death. His kind of sugar mommy? The woman was a being that had many connections, could do many things beyond any human, and more. She was someone that was definitely a person that could offer more than anyone else for anything. As her so called trusted knight, he had a lot more leeway than anyone ever would.

WEAKNESSES

I: The Curse of Misfortune He was cursed with misfortune when he accepted Death’s deal to live again. However, such a thing went far beyond from never getting the good hand in poker. No, it’s come to a point where every single day he was wondering how he was going to ‘die’ this time. He also frequently get into chaotic occurrences that were really good ice breakers. And he did not trust cohesive strategies, no matter how carefully planned, when he’s on the board. He had to wing it and hope for the best, because one way or another, something screwed up and the whole plan would go down the drain for it.

I: Madness of Living He’s thousands of years away from his birth era. He lost everyone he loved, had to suffer the pain from his tumultuous life, and honestly he was starting to lose it. He’s broken, fragmented pieces of his soul having been haphazardly put together just so he could ‘live’. He expected those he would get close to today to die as well, he expected to them to somehow get screwed over just by being with him, he did not hope for anything good to last. Not with his luck. Not with his immortality. That’s just how it was.

R: Regeneration does not Equal to Painless Do you recall the talks about how your immune system fights back against anything foreign in your body? And you know how sometimes they’re fighting against the medicine you need to swallow so that your illness or the sort doesn’t mess you up? That’s how his body reacted to the black matter. It’s painful, as if his muscles were painfully stabbed and forcefully stretched to connect to each other. It was not fun at all.

R: Deal with it If it’s not fatal, he had to just deal with his injuries. Until he got injured to the point it could kill, then that’s when the black matter made its appearance to heal him. If not, it wouldn’t activate—causing him to suffer a great deal. If he wanted a quick heal, he had to kill himself for the regeneration. Either way, it’s a painful experience.

CI: No Enhancements More of a weakness overall, but he just had no enhancements or fancy side ability other than being able to keep himself alive. He was stuck with being a tank shouldering all the pain. Fighting against others with powers and the only reason he could really win was because he had great stamina and he just…doesn’t die. Moreover, the lack of self-preservation skills was another way he could win, considering he didn’t have to preserve himself in nay way with his immortality.

CI: It Still Hurts Sure, he’s not poisoned or about to have his lungs or liver fail anytime soon ( sadly enough ), but it didn’t help his major problem that was pain. Physical pain that always found it’s way to ruin his day and torture him endlessly. It didn’t help make regeneration or getting hit by a truck any less painful.

DTK: Death’s a BITCH The woman was hot, yes. He could accept that. However, she was also a complete asshole. She liked to pull stunts like making him go on an errand when he needed to study for a test but returning him only when it was a few minutes before said test began. Then there was the fact she was sort of his boss? And he had to do dumb jobs. One time she brought him to her realm all so he could be her cheerleader when she was gambling with some poor souls ( he saw how her cards change when she didn’t like it in the matter of a second but kept silent lest he wants to be punished ).

DTK: Death’s Agenda She loved him, or well, as close to it as she could ever feel for anything. She liked to have time with him and the main reason he disappeared from campus when he did so. Also, even as an ally she was still not someone you want to completely work with. Heck, look at him, she kept him for her war even though she knew time was moving rapidly in the living realm for him. Any deal he made with her always had some shitty drawback, and she could cruel about it. It didn’t help that she just knew how to get her way no matter what, which was shitty. He may be someone she cared for and would be willing to help, but she still was Death, and as Death, she had to keep to certain rules.

ORIGINS

CHAPTER I.

Perhaps he was born unfortunate. A Korean baby abandoned in the city of Japan. But then again, he was picked up by a loving couple that loved him wholeheartedly. The nameless boy was named Kazuki Ryujin, and he grew up content. His parents were both rambunctious and fun, always bringing him out and travelling around. He was more of a homebody, though, preferring to laze about in home and watch the newest episodes of Naruto, or playing Pokémon in his gameboy. Still, he followed along and let them drag him out because, well, he wasn’t the sort to want to argue too much. Life from childhood to middle school was all okay. He was just another member of society with friends, studying for his classes, spending time with his parents. Everything goes in a cycle, a mundane routine. He didn’t mind it at all, not when it did no harm. But…as he reached age fourteen, he grew more bored of everything. The world slowly became more like white noise, and he became a man that was just following through the motions. Until eventually, he got thoughts in his head. Would it matter if I died anyways? I’m kind of tired of this. It’s gonna be okay. No one would mind… An abandoned child taken in by loving parents, surrounded by good friends, and even then with all that—he's tired. He took a scissor in his hand, and shut his eyes. He was just going…to sleep… And so he plunged it into his chest.

CHAPTER II.

He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw were bloody red eyes. With a yelp, he stumbled back, but realized those red eyes belong to the most gorgeous woman he ever set his eyes on. With long, inky black locks, her body donning red lingerie and a loose kimono top, she looked down at him with an amused smile. Red nails comes up to his chin, tilting his head upwards to look into her eyes. “Killing yourself, another boring death. But you had a good life didn’t you? Humans are so strange.” She purred, and he couldn’t help but shiver. Moreover— “W-wait…I’m dead?” He stumbled, his final memories still too hazy. When it did hit him, though, he froze. Because if he was dead, how the hell was he talking to this woman? And…she referred to herself as something above humans. “Yes, you are. You stabbed yourself with a scissor. Pretty lame, at least jump off a building, I would have loved to see your pretty face as a mangled corpse.” Her grin was feral, and he could only freeze. What the hell? Who—no, whatwas she? Suddenly, he found himself warier than ever before. “Oh now, don’t give me that look! I’m here because I kindly want to give you a choice. Congratulations, Kazuki Ryujin, for I am giving you the chance to live again!” She chirped, as if she didn’t suggested something so ludicrous. And he had to take a look at her, wondering what the fuck he had gotten himself into. Before he could say anything, she pulled him along elsewhere. He became aware of his surroundings, because now he noted how it was like he was in a void of darkness, a place wherein he could feel everything yet nothing at all. He didn’t know where she was bringing him to, not when it seemed like there wasn’t a proper destination. Then, she stopped, and with a swipe of her hands, it felt like she had cleared a fog. Initially he was thankful, but then when he saw what was visible to him now—he wished she hadn’t. He saw his parents, sobbing in front of the hospital room. He saw his friends, depressed. He came to a realization. Would they care if I died? …Yes, they did. “Leaving your sweet parents like that, how vile. And look, there’s quite the amount of people who liked you. I saw people with more success in their lives dying without anyone crying for them. Yet, there’s you.” She cooed at him, but her words were like venom. Her arms wound around his frame from the back, and she whispered into his ear. “But I could change that. I can help you make them happy again. All you have to do is live, but in turn you will face great misfortune as you do so. But it’s a worthy punishment don’t you think? For doing such a thing to them?” He’s lulled by her words, the consequences sounding perfectly fine to him. An impressionable mind of a thirteen year old having been given a choice, but what he never knew was that he was already being manipulated into picking a choice. He gave his answer. And then he was gone. Next, when he woke up, he’s on a hospital bed and with nurses screaming about a miracle. Seeing his happy parents afterwards, he thought that perhaps it was worth it. ( And the woman known as Death laughed at her success. She eagerly watched him, waiting for misfortune to come. After all, he was just a means for entertainment. An unlucky fool that she decided to turn into her toy. …Perhaps he really was born unfortunate. )

CHAPTER III.

Coming back alive from what seemed like a sure-kill injury made him known as a miracle. He returned to his mother and father who had so many mixed emotions but most prominent being relief. His friends more careful now, but they try their best to show he’s appreciated. It was all wonderful indeed, and for a moment he forgot the consequences that came with the deal he agreed to. Until he tripped and fell down the stairs, snapping his neck in the process. Until he got hit by cars and his body mangled. Until he died, and died again, falling into a familiar void where he hears her voice, saw her in all her glory and made some comments, before he wakes up in a hospital bed once more. Fees paid by an unknown source. It was never easy, each death painful. And then he woke up to worried parents, confused doctors, and a new room in the hospital permanently reserved for him. No one knew how, but he just…never died. Many thought he was a mutant, but even then most people around him accepted him as is. That was fine, sure, but then he gets involved with criminals threatening him. Or finding gangs doing something unsavory. And at that time, in quiet Osaka, there really wasn’t anyone around. And he would butt in, uncaring of how he would end up as, only thinking “Fuck I gotta help them out.” Then don’t get him started on the secret realm of yokais. Or the time a fallen angel was crying in his kitchen as she drank his stash of vodka. Or the time he met a talking fire extinguisher that was the nicest gentleman he knew. Or when he fell into a pit and came across all the weird shit underground. Suddenly, his life wasn’t bland anymore. Instead, he was the immortal who got into all kinds of bullshit and somehow after the miracle news of his revival, everyone became desensitized to the point that this all became a mundane occurrence. His life was of insanity, and through it all he found himself growing…tired. Because it was all fun and games, until he kept on hurting and ‘dying’ and it was an endless cycle of suffering. He started to even talk with Death, snarking at her fearlessly. A part of him had hoped that if he did, she would have decided he was better off dead. Instead, he charmed her more and they started a routine of banters. He was an idiot, that was what he thought today. He should have told here no. Alas, he had no time to care about that now. Not when he had a demon child on his lap as he drove on a motorcycle to run away from some cultist. Hopefully he didn’t get hit by a car anytime soon…

CHAPTER IV.

He was twenty-four when Death ripped his soul out of his body and brought him to her realm to help her out in a war. She told him time worked differently here and the living world, and so he didn’t have to worry because he could return soon. Ryujin, a veteran with how to deal with Death, knew he had no choice anyways. So, he agreed to help her in the war. She also explained to him that, although his soul was here, his body would remain perfectly normal. That was fine with him too. Then she also decided that since he was going to help her in this war wherein some idiots decided they wanted to overtake her, she decided to help him with a quicker revival. Regeneration, that’s what it was, but like everything she gave him, it came with a heavy drawback. He’s used to it at this point, merely telling her that he just wanted to get this over with. War is harsh. Even if demons and vile beings mainly stayed around her area ( apparently Death’s pretty much in charge of hell? He’s not sure anymore with her ) they were pretty fun to get along with. Cruel as some may be, horrendous deeds they may have done, but he treats everyone as individuals. Even Death, who palced him in this life of suffering. Lives were lost. Death told him that souls still ‘lived’ in a way. People can enter heaven or hell or stay on earth, but even deeper than that was an oblivion. The place where it was truly the end. He cried for some, but then he grew colder to it as it became more easy to accept. He was harmed beyond anything before, but he kept on reviving. He was a survivor, and he remembered blood on his hands, the fear of his enemies, the awe of his allies. A human that, whilst not holding any enhanced physique or fancy magic, lets himself bear the fatal injuries and kept charging onward. Four years. Four entire years of war before they won victoriously. Four years spending time with new and old souls. Four years becoming Death’s trusted knight, a fool of a human who saw the lonely queen and opted to build trust with her despite everything ( despite the utter loathing he held for her, for being the reason he was put into a constant limbo between life and death ). He was done with all of this. He thought it was going to be okay. Now, he’ll return to his mother’s cooking. He’ll play with his dad some sports. He’ll bring his friends to hang out with his family to someplace else. Somewhere nice and peaceful. Death is quiet, holding him in her arms once more. He knew that he was going to return to the living world, and that he wouldn’t see her everyday. He lets her relish in the warmth, even if he mad no moves to hold her back. Unrequited, but liars like them liked to think otherwise. And then she puts him back, told him nothing as she took his soul and place him back to his body. He should have known things never went well with him.

CHAPTER V.

When he opened his eyes, it was in darkness and a confined space. His body felt stiff beyond belief, and for some reason his arms were crossed. As he moved about, and pushed, something above him falls off to the side and he felt like he was blinded by a flash bang or something. But as his eyes got used to the sudden brightness, he found himself sitting in a coffin. Moreover, there were people around him and they looked like…tourists? And was that a holographic information board? He saw those tourists bringing out what seemed like…cameras? And smartphones? Then the implications of all these futuristic object hits him. Dread filled his stomach as he jumped out of the coffin. Some drew back as he got closer, others remained fascinated, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care to hear what they say, about undead and the coffin opening. All he could do was to first look at the information board. The Eternal Coffin. Since 2019, this coffin, for a man known as Kazuki Ryujin, could not be opened or destroyed for unknown reasons. It has been 6669 years since then… He looked at it blankly, body still as he stuck his eyes on the word 6696 years. Calmly, he returned to the coffin. He looked down at it, and noticed a slab behind it that had the words “Here lies Kazuki Ryujin. We hope you move on.” He fell down to his knees, losing all strength as the revelation hits. But he did not scream or cry. He did nothing but look at the now empty coffin. Then, he saw how sharped the edges of the coffin looked. It was good enough, he needed to talk to Death. And so, he bashed his head against the edge, ‘dying’ and uncaring of the screams of the people around him. When he ‘died’, he found himself back into a familiar void. Death was waiting in front of him, her bloody red locked into his bright blues. He rushed to her, ready to sock her in the face, but she easily gripped it. He tried to swung with the other, but it did nothing. He trembled, but she remain poised. He spat out with great disdain as she remained cold “You knew.” He was reminded of why he despised her. This selfish being that only wanted what she wanted, incapable of caring for others properly. The one who gave him his greatest suffering—immortality. The one who knew he would be gone for so long in the living world but kept him in her own one because she wanted him in her war. And… She was the only constant in his life now. She was the one who knew everything he had, and she was the only one here right now. So he breaks down in her arms. Sobbing as the weight of his situation settled on him. He held onto her, nails digging into her flesh and drawing out blood. But she embraced him closely, unflinching at the wounds and merely running her hand through his locks. He cursed at her, vicious words stabbing through her—for he knew her all too well ( I hate you, he said vehemently, and if she had a heart she thought perhaps it would have cracked ). He was broken in her arms, and when he exhausted all he could say, she sighed and explain. “Someone cursed you in the war. What should have been four years becoming four second, minutes, or even hours—turned into 6696 years. I didn’t tell you because I needed you here” She caressed his cheek, soulless blues looking back at her. She hated that look, she much liked it better when it was shining with life. That aside, she continued. “Those that knew you were aware that you wouldn’t day. After several years, they decided to put you in a coffin. Your more magically attuned friends assisted to make sure that no matter what, your coffin would remain standing. And, no one would be able to open it until whatever lied within—you—had a beating heart.” And here they were now. Ryujin thought that this was all complete bullshit but what else was to be expected? He was cursed with great misfortune after all.

CHAPTER VI.

He woke up, all healed up. He also was chained down. Hm, at least it wasn’t a bed of spikes. This time, he was in a room of glass walls in a larger room with people around watching him. With ease, he asked “So…are you scientists here to experiment me? Or you guys good and have something to offer? Either way, I promise you that I’m harmless. Just really fucking hungry. Like damn, you guys got grub? I have not eaten for like 6000 years. Please respect your elders and give them food.” There was quite the startle, but a man in a suit took what seemed like a microphone and now he could hear them clearly “Is it right to presume that you are Kazuki Ryujin?” “Bitch, who else would I be? Fucking Beyonce—wait a goddamn second, you guys don’t have Beyonce here…fuck, you guys are sad.” He retorted, but his own revelation just made him feel heavier. Really, it’s not fun when no one understands your reference. There was a twitch to the man’s eye, and Ryujin merely remained peaceful. These fucks were too easy. “Why were you sealed? And what do you wish to do now?” The questioning continued, he answered, and he remained truthful throughout. By the end of it, he was released from his prison and glad to be able to stretch out his limbs. Then, the same man who questioned him came up to him with an offer. Avengers Academy, a place where super powered people could learn how to be heroes. Damn, he remembered when nothing as such existed. Instead, he just went to normal schools and live with chaos. He easily agreed, if only because he seriously didn’t want to bother with the idea of getting a job, getting new money for himself, and all those complications. Free place just to learn how to be a hero? Psh, he might as well stay back as long as he could.

CHAPTER VII.

Entering the academy when his physical age was twenty-four, mentally twenty-eight, and technically 6716 or 6720—however you want to see it, was pretty strange. Also, the school system worked differently and didn’t go by age, instead it was based on experience. Moreover, he started school popularly known as The Coffin Man. Understandably so, since apparently his coffin was some sort of monument. He was curious as to why his coffin was in Korea, but when he asked Death, it just felt bittersweet. He and his parents planned a vacation to Korea, where he was truly from. He had always wanted to go there, and right before he was taken away to the war. They placed his coffin there in hopes that when he woke up and they weren’t around…he’d at least see the country he came from. He drank away the whole night after knowing that bit. Unfortunately, he couldn’t ever get drunk enough. A pity, he wanted to have a reason to break down without stopping himself from it. But yes, he had some other people asking him about his era. Moreover, he became the school’s so called punching bag. The training dummy meant for people to understand the closest thing to taking a life. He was immediately known to be a man that could survive anything, happily breezing through the physical aspects that the academy offered but absolutely failing in the academics. He grew better, but most times it was his own years of own experience that truly pushed him higher. He tried his best to pass, at least passing if only so he could pay back what he owed to the school. On his fourth year, he became a senior and now he’s pretty much on the fence on whether to fail or not. Mainly because, he honestly didn’t want to bother trying to get a life outside. After all, what sort of man that wished to die would want to try hard to live?

#hq:accepted #lee minhyuk #btob

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tobi-is-a-g00d-boy · 7 years

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I chose to be tagged by @hemorrhaging-knight

Rules: copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, and when you are done tag up to 10 people and also tag the person who tagged you… and most importantly, have fun! (spoiler alert: I’m not tagging people because I’m lazy)

a - age: 29  b - biggest fear: hurting someone I care about  c - current time: 10 AM roughly  d - drink you last had: Mtn Dew  f - favorite song: currently it’s Just the two of us are Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger than You  g - ghosts, are they real: no  h - hometown: Hampton, Virginia  i - in love with: @hemorrhaging-knight  j - jealous of: I've never been jealous  k - killed someone: i hope not  l - last time you cried: Bipolar Disorder sucks  m - middle name: R  n - number of siblings: 1/2  o - one wish: to live a happy life before I die  p - person you last called/texted: see “i”  q - question(s) you’re always asked: it’s a tie between “wtf is polyamory?!?” & “wtf is bisexual?!?”  r - reasons to smile: plenty  s - song last sang: I do not sing  t - time you woke up: 7:00 a.m , yesterday u - underwear color: why you asking ya perv?  v - vacation destination: what’s a “vacation”?  w - worst habit: losing my temper  x - x-rays you’ve had: yes  y - your favorite food: MUHFUCKIN Ruben Sandwich  z - zodiac sign: NO

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headofscience · 7 years

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I was tagged by @martin-du-creff, and I don’t know what to say, except thanks <3

RULES: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, and when you are done tag up to 10 people and also tag the person who tagged you… and most importantly, have fun!

A - age: 25

 B - biggest fear: other people finding out how many opportunities i wasted by being afraid and stupid

C - current time: 11 am

 D - drink you last had: milk

 E - every day starts with: sigh, checking social media and the news

F - favourite song: ugh, these kind of questions should be banned, i can’t decide on an all time favourite

 G - ghosts, are they real: probs not, tho i promise to tell you when i die

H - hometown: a small town surrounded by forests

 I - in love with: my partner

J - jealous of: people who don’t seek constant validation

 K - killed someone: not that i know of (who wrote these questions?)

 L - last time you cried: sunday during the in memoriam section of the baftas when Debbie and Carrie came up

M - middle name: don’t have one

 N - number of siblings: 3

 O - one wish: having just enough money to never have to worry

P - person you last called/texted: one of my sisters

Q - question you’re always asked: you don’t talk much, do you?

 R - reasons to smile: my dogs being stupid, shitty valentines cards, ridiculous podcast Q&As

S - song last sang: “Zucker” by Tocotronic

 T - time you woke up: 7:30 or so

 U - underwear color: black and white

 V - vacation destination: last one? dream one? next one is probably Amsterdam

W - worst habit(s): procrastination

 X - x-rays you’ve had: my right arm (2 broken bones) and my back

Y - your favorite food: pizza or chocolate (i’m easy to please)

 Z - zodiac sign: aquarius

Sigh, ok let’s try this, I’ll tag:@akbaemazian @this-is-not-an-alias and @knighting-vale (only if you want to, of course!)

#game of tag #personal #op #thanks again

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celebritylive · 4 years

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For three days in Nashville, it was a country music glutton’s feast of performers: Luke Bryan, Carrie Underwood, Garth Brooks, Miranda Lambert, Kenny Chesney, Keith Urban, Reba McEntire, Dierks Bentley, Eric Church, Florida Georgia Line, Lady Antebellum.

Was there any reason to complain? Well, maybe that Chris Stapleton did fail to show up, but he had a good excuse with three of his five kids down with the flu.

Otherwise, the artist lineups had the sparkliest shine at Country Radio Seminar, the broadcasting convention held last Wednesday through Friday. CRS offers artists and labels the annual opportunity for one-stop radio promotion: to break news, to introduce new music and to boost songs already charting.

No doubt the biggest industry news was label hopscotching by two superstars: Tim McGraw, who recently split from Sony, was the jaw-dropping surprise at Big Machine’s luncheon on Friday, returning to the company where he’d made himself at home from 2012 to 2017; he didn’t perform at the event, but he’s set to release a new single soon and will tour this summer. Reba McEntire’s appearance was the shocker at Team UMG’s revue at Ryman Auditorium on Thursday. Emigrating from Big Machine to her original label, Universal Music Group, she rewarded her audience with a trio of classics: “How Blue,” “And Still” and “Fancy.”

Kenny Chesney, who jumped from Sony to Warner Music a couple of years ago, appeared at Warner’s luncheon on Wednesday to receive the artist humanitarian award from the Country Radio Broadcasters. He was honored for his bountiful charitable efforts, including donating all proceeds, more than $1.1 million, from his 2018 album, Songs for the Saints, to Hurricane Irma relief. Chesney kept any new music under wraps, instead performing crowd-pleasers “Save It for a Rainy Day,” “When The Sun Goes Down” and “Get Along.”

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Since CRS offers a captive audience of radio’s decision-makers, it’s often the moment when new songs are premiered.

This time around, Keith Urban advanced his new single, “God Whispered Your Name” — a luscious R&B-tinged love song with an outro “hallelujah” chorus — that the rest of the world will hear on Thursday.

Just back from two months of surfing, Kip Moore brought his current single, “She’s Mine,” out to play for a verse and a chorus before effortlessly segueing into “Janie Blu,” a soulful heartbreaker probably destined for his next album.

Hard at work on their next project, the Brothers Osborne delivered a first-time performance of “Skeletons,” with trademark guitar licks and a driving “It Ain’t My Fault” beat.

Sam Hunt didn’t bring a hip, hop or click track with him, but he did arrive at UMG’s event with three acoustic guitarists to help him deliver a surprisingly traditional “three chords and the truth” country ballad. Solemn and mournful, “2016” is steeped in regret (“I thought I wanted my freedom / I told myself I’d have a ball / But it turns out goin’ out and chasin’ / Dreams and lonely women / Ain’t freedom after all”). Surely it has some real-life inspiration, considering his well-documented reconciliation that year with girlfriend Hannah Lee Fowler, whom he married in 2017. Hunt’s new album, Southside, is due out April 3.

Kelsea Ballerini also surprised by going traditional in a completely different direction, adding her first-ever drinking song to her catalog. “Hole in the Bottle,” debuting at Amazon Music’s showcase, features a lot of the same tongue-in-cheekiness of Ballerini’s “I Hate Love Songs”: “There’s a hole in the bottle / Leakin’ all this wine / It’s already empty/ It ain’t even suppertime.” (Ballerini takes her country vibe only so far: The bottle holds Cabernet, not whiskey.) The song is sure to show up on her third album, dropping March 20.

At the end of an hour-long Q&A covering his life and career, Eric Church premiered one of 28 songs he’d completed in an astonishing 28-day marathon, in which he wrote and recorded a song a day. Perhaps to be titled, “Jenny,” the high-spirited love song comes with lots of renegade spirit.

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Still looking for a career-breakout hit, Mickey Guyton delivered a searing debut of “What Are You Gonna Tell Her.” The freshly penned ballad is a bracing dose of reality to young girls with big dreams — a timely message that may be a hard sell to country radio, but the ecstatic reception by the crowd at the UMG event clearly signaled it deserves a national audience.

Other up-and-comers with new music, some just released, also drew attention: Sami Bearden, Savana Santos and Sam Backoff — the girls-next-door trio Avenue Beat — showed they’re blazing their own trail with an infectious song like “Ruin That For Me,” which goes to radio March 23. Travis Denning brought a welcome helping of merriment with new release “ABBY” (which stands for “anybody but you”). At Big Machine’s luncheon, Payton Smith auditioned to be the next country-rock god with a four-song set, including upcoming debut single, “Like I Knew You Would.”

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Caylee Hammack was at her storytelling best with new single, the autobiographical “Small Town Hypocrite” (though she might have to find another four-letter word to rhyme with “hypocrite” to get it on terrestrial radio). Danielle Bradbery’s two brand-new ballads, ““Girls In My Hometown” and “Never Have I Ever,” reminded listeners of the crystalline voice that was The Voice on that TV show’s fourth season.

Luke Bryan prepped listeners for his seventh album, out April 24, by performing recently released title cut, “Born Here, Live Here, Die Here.” Carrie Underwood, a newcomer at the UMG event, offered an acoustic version of album cut “Spinning Bottles” and duetted with Urban on their No. 1 hit, “The Fighter.”

Dierks Bentley showed up as Hot Country Knights frontman Doug Douglason in his bad wig and (yikes) a crop-top T-shirt; he and his ’90s-throwback band threw down their new single, “Pick Her Up.” Florida Georgia Line and Lady Antebellum both did victory laps, delivering sets of selected hits at the Big Machine event. Miranda Lambert topped an hour-long Q&A with two Wildcard cuts, “Dark Bars” and “How Dare You Love.” And Garth Brooks turned in an 11-song set of covers and his own hits at CRS’s annual songwriters event.

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Andress drew a standing ovation for her top 15-and-climbing “More Hearts Than Mine,” inspired by real life. The loss of loved ones brought out the emotional depth in three artists: Evans’ “Things That We Drink To” was dedicated to his late manager, Rob Potts; Tenpenny performed “Walk Like Him,” inspired by his late father; and Green wrenched hearts with his career-defining “I Wish Grandpas Never Died.” And though Naomi Cooke, Jennifer Wayne and Hannah Mulholland of Runaway June didn’t write “We Were Rich,” they made that looking-back song their own with a stirring delivery.

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Around two weeks ago, I went to a hospital in JB to visit one of my father’s colleague who had been hospitalized because of an accident. Only us three– my father, my mother and I. Hospital is somehow has its significant meaning to my life. I am a big fan of medical novel, short stories, medical film/drama and any writing that is based on medical experience. Simply because I just really love seeing/reading about how dedicate these doctors are in sacrificing their lives to save others’ lives– and those operations scenes and so forth, are so cooool. Of course there’s a lot of medical terms that I came across, but none of that matters, as I’m slowly catching up with it. I just realize my interest towards medicine field is kinda big but it’s already too late, sadly. Anyway, hospital is a dear place to me not because I am happy seeing all those patients, but here, life lessons are everywhere– the story of people’s struggle, sacrifices, faith, life and death– which I always inspired from, and this is what I am going to write about.

My father’s colleague had been hospitalized for 14 days, since before eid. She got into an accident with his husband on the way back from buying some iftaar food. The injuries were kinda bad which I can hardly describe– her 14 days admission to hospital explains it all. Thankfully, her husband has already recovered. She told us the moment when they encountered into the accident and how helpless she felt at that moment. The pain was so bad she felt as if she was going to die. She told us all the struggle she had to face since then, from her husband worrying state, to her child which is still breastfeeding and here she is laying on hospital bed. I sat quietly between them and heard all those stories, contemplating, until she asked both my parents, if they ever had any experience with hospital life; and my parents told her the story I never get to hear directly from them.

Being the first child of three siblings, I witnessed the struggles that both of my parents had to undergo because both my younger brother & sister weren’t just a normal child when they were born. From here, you can guess how my parents’ hospital life started. From me, which my mom was warded for one month before she gave birth to me due to some complications, to my second brother, whom stayed at the hospital for one month plus after he was born (but that’s still NOT the end of it), to my youngest sister, whom rightly after she was born, almost 2 months plus resided in the hospital, particularly in ICU.

All three of us were born in HSAJB. And we stayed in Kota Tinggi, which took us 1 hour plus to reach the hospital. While my mother had to stayed at the hospital, taking care of us, my father who’s working as a teacher back then and still do– is the one who went back and forth from our place to hospital like every single day. I repeat, everyday, for one month to two months time. Before he had a car of his own, motorcycle was his main transport.

When my second brother was born, I was only 3 years old, and he was born exactly on my 3rd birthday. Yes, we shared the same birthday. Being a 3-years-old, I didn’t understand anything back then. But the aftermath of his illness, which my brother suffered, were all happened in front of my eyes. He was only fully recovered when he was 5-6 years old, if I am not mistaken. Along that from the day he was born, I’ve seen how much he and both my parents struggled to get him recovered. And Allah really does love us so He keeps on testing us, even after he is fully recovered, there were still side effects that my parents had to bear and despite all the talks from people around about my brother’s condition– they MADE it through, and proved that he wasn’t as bad, he’s actually a survivor, and the knights with shining armor were of course, both of my parents. And when he was 12 years old, he made an achievement that nobody expected and that proved all the efforts my parents made weren’t went in vain.

My youngest sister’s condition was I can say, the worst of all. She was born with complications which had her stayed in the incubator in babies’ ICU for months. I remembered it all clearly because I was already 9 years old at that time, in Standard 3. She was born on 1st November and I only get to actually hold her like 2 months later. She got all the wires, like TONS of wires were injected on her head until there’s no part of her head left emptied. And let’s not talk about the wires on her body, you can tell. The doctors had to do it, to draw blood. I witnessed it, and was crying outside the ICU having seen my sister, who was still like not even half month old, so small and fragile– was placed in the incubator like that. Since I couldn’t step in the ICU, only a transparent wall helped me to see her. We practically celebrated our Aidilfitri in the hospital back then in 2004, and our first destination which both my parents and the relatives went right after the eid salah was the hospital.

That is what I saw right in front my eyes, that day in the hospital, after almost 22 years, I got to know the emotional struggle my parents had to undergo because of our condition back then. The emotional struggle which I didn’t get to see, was actually deeply way even worse than the surface. The emotional pain they had to face was unbearable at first, especially with my youngest sister. But from there they learnt how to get up and keep their emotions in check so that it won’t affect the healing process of both of my siblings, they learnt to always have faith in Him despite all the uncertain hopes and people’s bad talks, and they made it all the way, Alhamdulillah.

Today, we grow up well alhamdulillah. My brother, whom the people almost see no potential in him when he was in primary school, was assigned as the Head of the Students when he was in secondary school. And my sister, made many exceptional achievement until the national level. And now she’s studying in a boarding school not far from our home. Allah surely knows how to heal our hearts after the storms we’ve been through. Indeed, He is All-knowing.

All those untold stories had me in tears, silently of course. I wouldn’t want to crack up the mood. These two unsung heroes are truly inspiring; and how they lead their life and our family today is the sign that they have successfully endured the critical stage that almost had them collapsed. Ayah ibu, i am indeed never been this proud, and may Allah keep both of you in His loving hand :)

#np Beth Crowley // Warrior

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