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darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght · 3 months

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Chapter 10- Part 9

Well, regardless of Tangrowth’s appearance, we’re still in a battle. Being Grass/Poison, there’s a few things we could try, but first and foremost we need to hinder it somewhat. So, let’s start by paralyzing it.

Oh- okay, that’s…okay. Had a feeling something was going to happen on this first turn.

I will say, it’s a very cool animation for the PULSE reaction or whatever this is called, I got so distracted watching it that I didn’t think to screenshot it. That was my bad, sor-

GOOD GRIEF, WHAT IS THAT!?

Oooookay, okay, okay okay- this is fine! We’re fine! Nothing’s changed about the strategy, sure it’s spamming a field-boosted Mega Drain but we haven’t damaged it yet so it’s a nonissue!

Luckily, Glare manages to get off Screech and lower Tangrowth’s Defense, so now we can switch her out (which is even more necessary because her health is in the red) and bring in Prong.

If you’re wondering why Prong’s Sp. Defense is down, it’s because she switched into Acid Spray, which…well, lowers Sp. Defense. I don’t think I like that very much, but with luck, we won’t have to deal with it a whole lot.

With the Tangrowth’s lowered Defense and the boost from the field, Bug Bite should do a ton of damage!

That’s not a ton of damage!

It’s a good thing the Tangrowth was too paralyzed to move this turn, because I need to rethink things. I…don’t know what to make of this. Bug Bite…didn’t get a field boost. I don’t get it- Struggle Bug got a boost, why didn’t Bug Bite? Is it that only some Bug-type moves get a boost? Well that’s- I don’t like that! I greatly dislike that, in fact! Let Prong get a field boost, dangit!!

I mean…we could keep Prong in, but…I don’t know, that Sp. Def drop is really bothering me now, especially since this is gonna be more of an endurance test than I thought…

So, let’s switch out to bring Prong’s stats back to normal, and bring in Breeze instead.

Gust should be able to do…something, right? That’s a Special move and not a Physical one, but…it’s still gonna be super effective! It’s gotta do something to this thing!

That is still barely anything! What is this Tangrowth’s Sp. Defense stat, holy heck!

This is…a problem. I think I need to sacrifice a Pokémon to get Prong back in and reset the tempo in my favor, and while Nibble seems like the obvious choice- I can’t remember if the Pokémon needs to be conscious (i.e. not fainted) to use its HM move and I don’t know if we’ll still need to use Cut after this-

(Future edit: No, the move can still be used if the Pokémon is fainted I think, so I could have sacrificed Nibble at some point and been fine.)

So, uh…I think it’s safest to sac Breeze. But she’ll go down swinging with one final Quick Attack!!

Your sacrificial chip damage will not be in vain, Breeze, mark my words!!

It’s Prong’s turn again, and even though she won’t get a field-related boost, Bug Bite still seems like the most damaging thing she can do here.

I’ve been getting some lucky Paralysis moments from the Tangrowth, and I swear they are saving Prong and this whole battle right now. Maybe the game heard (read?) my HP bar rant from the last chapter and decided to throw me a bone here- a bone that I will probably never be thrown again.

With another free turn thanks to Paralysis, I’ll take it to have Prong use Charge- not to power up a subsequent Charge Beam, but for the Sp. Def boost in case Tangrowth uses Acid Spray again.

And now, all we can do is just…keep up the Bug Bites! You can do it, Prong, just a little more!!

JUST A LITTLE MORE! GO, PRONG! FINISH THIS!!

YEEEEAAHH!!!

Maybe there was a way we could have won without sacrificing Breeze, but…who knows, maybe that chip damage Breeze dealt with Gust and Quick Attack made all the difference in the end.

Uh…where did Tangrowth go? Did it just go back into its Poké Ball, or did it like…you know, die?

Oh dear, the screen is starting to shake, that doesn’t seem good-

Oh! Well, that’s exactly what we came here for! And I guess that also explains why everything’s shaking like an earthquake-

…You mean to tell me they’re gonna move that whole machine? By themselves? And sneak away with it amidst all the shifting plants? Uh…good luck with that, I guess.

Gosh, day by day I wish I could go back and change Xera’s name to…well, “Xera”, the name I’ve been using for her. There’s gotta be a way to do that, right? To change the player’s name? I’m sure there is- I’ll have to look it up after this session.

#pokemon reborn #pokemon reborn spoilers #pokemon fan game #pokemon reborn screenshot let's play

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hesitationss · 1 year

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gundam: the witch from mercury cour 2 ep 2/ep 14, spoilers ahead!

okay okay i did make a post freaking out about this episode, but i'm a bit normal again. if you haven't watched the prequel episode, i highly recommend doing that! my personal watch order was watching gwitch ep 1 season 1 and then doing the prequel, it made for a really cool experience and gave me much to think about and OH BOY ep 2 has me THINKING HARD.

we get more of prospera's evil schemes... is it evil? she wants to end all war... by the end of the ep... YEAH it's fucking evil lol.

i am so glad that the earth students aren't just being tossed aside for the main plot, they are being included as a part of the stakes. nika's involvement with shaddiq's plans and them all having personalities, it's so nice to see! martin is becoming more and more upset with nika and nika we are seeing both a bit of nika's backstory as well as her personal wants and dreams beyond the mask that she has put up for everyone. her story about her being in extreme poverty and working on machines and being really happy about being able to go to school, if viewers haven't picked up on war is bad themes yet... this episode for sure solidifies so much. even still, she wanted to bare the burden of everything after realizing how bad everything was turning out to be. even still, she didn't want her fellow earthians getting involved and wants them and suletta to have a normal school life... but nika is just a kid too 😭🥺

also lol...elan is so annoying oh my god.. i know he is like desperate to live, but damn lol 😭

also just a side note but lilique is so cute!! she's very sweet and was just trying to share goat milk with space ppl, they did not have to be so disgusted with it!! also one thing i appreciate is that there are characters with a variety of bodies. lilique is a plus size teenage girl and she even had normal teen boy troubles in season 1 when things were more normal... <3

okay onto the rumble ring: um another side note but lauda having a moment with petra while that other girl is like HUH...dat cold hearted boy is capable of having feelings?

anyway,.. the emotional beats of the rumble ring happening with like all of the pilots personal goals and thoughts coming together on a "mock" battle field while belmeria confront prospera is so chef's kiss. like ugh so much is happening and then chuchu in her usual anger at the elite/spacians is about to blast them in her machine, but it thwarted by flashbacks from the plant quetta incident... i really think that plant quetta is such a major turning point for all of the earthians. they have had to suffer the most already, and now they realities of war are starting to sink in. i'm also just assuming that chuchu's rage is mostly from experiencing the prejudice and aftermath of war as well as wealth inequality and being raised by her 9 dads who are amputees or disabled in other ways from warfare, but she herself has never experienced it first hand until plant quetta. all these earth kids are being haunted by the consequences of imperial and capitalist violence and they are the ones who must endure the most. it's such a noteworthy moment for me in this episode, especially after sophie and norea make their appearance and nearly kill lauda. chu, even after everything knows the reality of war violence and moves to protect them because she doesn't want to see anymore people die.

but chu isn't the only one in the aftermath of war, that's all of the earthians, including sophie and norea... when sophie gives her mini monologue about the things she wants, the things she will kill for "meals big enough to fill my stomach, a fluffy bed to sleep on, warm showers, [...] and also.. a family who will always love me" despite the killing, you can't help but feel for them too, they also took on the "GUNDAM curse" to pilot killing machines to hopefully change their lives. and they fully believe in what they're doing because they have no other choice. the fate of the witches from earth is tragic because children fighting wars in machines that kill them is tragic.

new elan clone doesn't want to die, so he is also fighting for his life, nika has been kidnapped, suletta is starting to realize the weight of taking a life. sophie and norea... i shan't go on... there is so much happening and at the centre of it all is prospera and truth about eri samaya... "creating a world where eri will be happy" AAAHHHHHH

any way i'm going to become a villain now 🚬🐀😭 we're really in it for real now... earth students PLS survive!!

#gundam #the witch from mercury #g witch spoilers #g witch #on to episode 3............................#long post

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potassium-pilot · 8 months

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FFXIVWrite 2023, Prompt 11: Once Bitten, Twice Shy

(A/N: This is a follow-up to some of the events of Day 9, which you can read here.)

Moons fly by so quickly. So quickly, that they didn't seem to notice the enduring tension in the Sito household. Ever since the duel (or perhaps more accurately, the squashing of Dia under Oliver's heel), Dia and Oliver had an uneasy silence ongoing between the two of them. He gave her the first scar she ever earned in combat, Oliver woefully ignorant of how many more were to come in the future. Twice had he walked back his promise of bringing Dia to the Arcanists Guild. For it, Dia kept her guard up near him.

While the Arcanists Guild had no problems with accepting new members, for one as young as she, Dia would need the consent of her parents. Hector and Oliver had no birth certificate nor proof that she was adopted legally and not just plucked straight out of a woman's hands. They also had no way to cover themselves if the Guild was able to discern that Hector was indeed an ex-con. Thus, the couple agreed that the safest option to deliver Dia to the Arcanists Guild was to have Oliver take her and claim her as a student of his tutelage, which was not an outright lie.

This in mind, Dia seemed unwilling to press the subject further and Hector noticed as much since her fifteenth nameday was on the horizon and she said not a word to either of them about any guilds. About two weeks before her nameday, Dia was in her room, painted pink with plenty of artwork adorning the walls, manipulating brooms to sweep, levitating dishes up and down, and commanding books to fly around the space in a circle. While she was not a combatant, she was still an adept mage, and had masterful control over manipulating her surroundings to suit her needs, with or without foci. One thing she was practicing to get right was the ability to make a small room larger on the inside, just as Oliver had done to transform a small wooden shack into a two bedroom brick cottage. She practiced spatial manipulation in a used tent that Oliver used to live in for research purposes and planned on making a hallway in the broom closet.

While she was practicing, Hector knocked on the door, to which Dia responded, "Yeah?" The Highlander walked in and found his Elezen daughter wiggling her fingers and floating all sorts of objects around the place. "Ye make yer room bigger, sugar?"

"I think I've graduated from the tent."

"Ah, seven 'ells, yer gettin' too damn good wit' that. Ye could turn yer ol' men into pigs probably."

Dia flashed an eager look, which he responded to by quickly holding up his hands and clarifying, "That ain't an invitation!" Dia gave a mischievous chuckle. Hector ruffled her hair, which distracted her enough that everything that flew about her room dropped suddenly. "Oop. Sorry, love."

"It's all right. I was trying to see how many I could do before I lost cohesion. I'll work on it later."

Hector walked in and sat on her bed with her. "Well, I'm came in 'ere to ask ye...I feel like there's a nameday comin' up, don't ye?"

"Oh", Dia responded nonchalantly. "Yeah, I guess it's my fifteenth, huh?"

"What the hells was tha'?!" Hector barked before repeating in a mocking tone, "Oh, I guess it's me fifteenth, huh?"

"Come on!" Dia laughed.

"'Member when we used to plan them big blowouts?"

"As if there was ever more people than you, Oliver, and Buscarron."

"Still!"

Dia laughed at the thought. Hector sighed. "Besides, ain't ye ready to go to the Arcanists Guild?"

For the first time in a while, Dia felt the scar Oliver gave her tingle. It had taken a while the whole of the family to recover from what Oliver did to her. Oliver spent most of the time tending to the wounds and serving nearly anything she could ask for once Hector stopped guarding her room against him so intently. Still, the moons of practicing her combat magic were growing more and more futile as she couldn't even wound a deer, never mind defeat Oliver in combat. She simply couldn't tell what came next, and she knew better than to ask Oliver. Trying to read through his grimoire when he wasn't looking, however, proved fruitless as she couldn't understand most of it. It deviated from standard arcane practices enough that she wasn't able to decode the glyphs enough.

Thus did she answer, "...n...no."

"No? Dia, ye've been dreamin' o' goin' to the Guild since ye was eleven summers old."

"And now I'm not."

"More like ye don't wanna ask again." Hector shook his head. "An' I don't blame ye fer a second." He started rubbing her back. "I'm sorry, darlin'. 'Ad I known 'e'd've done tha' to ye, I'd've taken ye to the Guild meself. Or...well, I'd've wished fer it earlier anyway. Ye know..."

"I do. Don't worry about it. Once I'm eighteen, I'm out the door and heading to Limsa on my own."

"Ah, so we've only a few more summers wit' ye, eh?"

"Yeah. It's why I'm okay with just letting it go for now. I'm not a good combat mage and unless something wants to come along and drop a bunch of combat skills on my head, I don't stand a chance against Oliver."

Hector pulled her into him. "Ye could be if ye were given a proper chance."

Dia's placed her head on her father's shoulders. "Tell ye what, Dia. I can't take ye to the Guild and leave ye there- never mind the legal shite, yer father'll throw a fit. What I can do...if I put on a damn good disguise and we take the longer route by boat...is just show it to ye. We can make it a visit."

That much intrigued Dia greatly. "Wouldn't Oliver notice we were gone?"

"The next day, maybe. Tonight, he took tha' tent o' yers an' he's campin fer data."

"Really?"

"Aye, he's swearin' up an' down tha' there's gonna be some sorta activity tonight tha' 'e's absolutely gotta be there fer."

"...so if we leave now, we could get there without his notice."

"Gotta prep me disguise, so we'll be leavin' afore duskfall, huh?"

"Sounds good!"

This was the brightest smile Dia wore in a long time. The image settled in his mind, Hector stood up and began preparations.

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The moon had begun its ascent over the South Shroud. Hector kept his axe on his back while Dia, being one who lacked in combat magic, kept herself unarmed. Hector was confident that he could keep Dia protected should the worst come to pass.

And so it did. In a second, bandits in red bandanas circled the two of them. Hector took hold of his axe and stood poised to defend her. As more swarmed in, however, the situation seemed more and more grim.

"Give us the girl and we'll let you go", said one of the bandits.

"Ye'll 'ave to kill me first."

"Da, no!"

"You heard him, lads! Kill him!"

Before some of them could move, they were immediately blasted off of their feet by a mysterious source. More were made frozen solid until three were left standing. When Hector and Dia turned their heads, they recognized exactly who came to the rescue.

"I could kiss ye righ' now, Ollie!"

"That would be the first time you've touched me in moons. Would you care to tell me why you and Dia are out here alone at night?"

"Not while we've got company, huh?"

"Go, get the mage!" yelled the bandit. Two of them ran to go after Oliver, but Hector was quicker with a jump in front of his partner. He ran towards the bandits, dragging his axe against the ground to develop a more forceful blow and yelled, "Ye want the mage, ye get through me!"

As Hector fought off the other two, Dia didn't realize just how frozen she had become. The bandit leader took advantage of this and made his way to her when she noticed his coming at a split second and dodged before he could grab her. She dashed for Oliver, but he grabbed her by the back of her collar and pulled her up. "You'll fetch a good price, I think", the bandit threatened. "Lambs of Dalamud pay well for sacrifices."

"Dia!" Oliver shrieked.

Hector brought his focus to Dia, and soon wore a confused face. He expected to see her utterly terrified.

Instead, she was casting charms on his pants. Suddenly, the bandit was doing a Limsan step dance while holding onto her collar. "Dancey Pants!" she dubbed her charm. "He can't go anywhere if his clothes won't let him."

That was enough to distract the bandits, who left themselves open for a devastating blow by Hector's axe. After they fell over, the two walked up to the bandit, Hector holding his axe blade to the leader's neck. "Drop the girl, twinkletoes", Hector ordered.

"You're not dancing your way out of here", Oliver joked.

"Make it stop!" the leader screamed.

"Let 'er go, an' she might cut ye some slack."

He dropped her like a sack before she ran to Oliver's side. "Much better. Dia, show 'im curtains."

"Huh?"

"Get 'is sorry arse outta 'ere."

"Oh." She commanded the Dancey Pants carry him about 200 fulms away from where they stood while the three of them ran off to return to the cottage.

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Dia returned with some ice for Hector while Oliver remained to heal his remaining wounds. Once she put the bag on his knee, Oliver asked, "Dia, could you help me heal these wounds please?"

"But...I don't know any healing magic."

Oliver smiled. "Then it's high time that I taught you some, hm? Let me show you one commonly used by arcanists. It's called Physick. While you can get better results with a decent knowledge of anatomy and physiology, rudimentary knowledge will suffice for the wounds that your father earned tonight." Dia found his grimoire on his book holster and read through it to find Physick. "This version isn't a standard arcane glyph."

"It's not, no. It's specialized as part of the DuPointe tradition of arithmantic arcanima. I'll show you what it means." As he explained the glyph, Dia also watched what he was doing as he was healing Hector. A few wounds, she was picking up what he was doing, went to Hector's other side and started healing from there. She carefully kept her focus on the wound, slowly bringing the larger gaps together that the magic could be used to heal it.

"I did it! I closed one!"

"That's my girl! Keep going!"

Soon enough, most of Hectors wounds were well healed, and the remainder could be dealt with using a hearty meal and a good night's sleep. Oliver inspected the side she healed and made minor corrections. Otherwise, he was rather proud of how quickly she picked that up.

"Now I do hope you realize how reckless that was of you, Hector. Had I not shown up, Dia may well have become a sacrifice for the Lambs of Dalamud, those sickened souls."

"I know", Hector acknowledged with shame in his voice. "'Ad to rely on my daughter makin' a man's garments run 'aywire to get us outta there. I'm sorry, Dia, fer ever puttin' ye in tha' sitiation in the first place."

"I'm not mad at you, Da."

"Aye, maybe not, but I'm mad at meself."

"It did show me something important, however", Oliver pointed out before he looked to Dia with a smile. "An arcanist relies on strategy and quick thinking in order to combat any threat properly. While your strategy could use work, you've clearly a good grasp on how to think on the fly. When you turn fifteen in a fortnight, I'll take you to the Arcanists Guild. I've let my foolish doubts grip me for too long. You'll make a fine arcanist, my dear."

Hector wore a great big grin on his face. Both expected Dia to wear one as well, but her face said otherwise.

"No", Dia answered firmly, "I'm not going."

"Dia, c'mon!"

"I mean it. This isn't me trying to avoid anything." Dia brought a knowing eye to Oliver. "You know more than you've let on this entire time, Oliver. I've heard bits and pieces about this DuPointe tradition throughout my life, but you've never taught me what it was. Well, I just saw you take out half a dozen men using it, and that tells me that there's a lot more to this tradition than I thought. I want to learn it and I won't take no for an answer."

"So, ye ain't leavin' at eighteen summers, then?" Hector asked.

"You were going to leave when you turned eighteen?" Oliver asked.

"I was, but if I need to stay here longer to learn the DuPointe tradition, then I'm going to do that."

Hector smirked. "Sounds like ye gotta teach 'er, Ollie. Last thing ye need is yer pants dancin' 'round the 'ouse."

Oliver smiled. "I think I can work with those terms. Very well. I'll teach you what I know of the DuPointe tradition of arithmancy. I suspect you'll master it closer to your thirties, but if you are firm in your convictions, it will be time well spent. Had I taught you earlier, perhaps this would be a different story, but I'm happy to work with you for a good long time."

Dia nodded. "Then let's get started."

"Tomorrow. We have plenty of time, sweet Dia."

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite #f elezen wol #original characters #i needed to resolve that fdsjhfb sorry there's no familiar characters #as a reminder #dia's dads are super dead #like mega dead

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dlthedescent · 2 years

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some Descent headcanons

So thanks to @thatguyender for starting this, I made two lists: a skill tree list for Mad Jack, my OC kickboxer, and a skill tree list for Freakazoid. I’ve had these thoughts way at the start - since when I first started the fic, I also thought of it game-design-wise - but never really sat down and wrote them out.

Though I expect myself to put a balance patch cuz I might have overdone it for Freakazoid... Eh. shrugs

First off, Mad Jack, my DL OC, Crane’s wingmate/crazy partner and Descent deuteragonist. She’s in a manner of speaking, a jack of all trades but also a skilled brawler. I do see her having some abilities/skills like old human Crane’s (power, survival, agility) because she is still a human fighter thrown in the same situation as he was (and not an overpowered infected). She’s no mercenary, though but she makes up by being crafty like a con artist.

Power

- Professional kickboxing brawler for 9 years (give or take). As true to her name, Mad Jack the Wild Dog, she can be a real berserker in combat. And when need to be defensive, tai chi (a lil hobby she took up in recent years) so that she can divert attacks thrown at her.

- She's ambidextrous. Able to use double weapons faster and effective than Crane would one handed weapon.

- She has a couple of power moves like Crane's. A suplex move, a roundhouse kick, maybe a dual wielding move etc. Can even put a man in a head choke

- She knows how to use guns. Had used them in the past. But she actually won't use guns right now (there's reason to my madness here, story purpose). If in game, her skill in using firearms would be the last thing unlockable down the tree. And if unlocked, added with her ambidexterity, she can be very deadly. She can use bows easily btw.

Agility

- Almost on par to old Crane's parkour skills (had learned them from her cous), relearning the ropes and such.

- More agile in combat and escaping/dodging than on parkour, where she puts her energy into.

- She has high tolerance to pain. Like a berserker, she can endure being inflicted when in a pinch.

- Taunts, bring the fight to her and not to other people.

- Thanks to tai chi, she can regenerate stamina faster (have a mental moment to get like a second wind)

- Will bite. Helps her get out of a sticky situation

Survivor

- Not a pro survival expert unlike someone who puts corpse grime onto himself. But willing to learn if it means surviving (doesn't mean she likes it)

- She has an eye for detail and is very resourceful, something from her past job. Which means she has better chance in looting than human Crane.

- Good with her words, twice good at bartering/haggling with shops (except with the Ravs. They know her tricks)

- She pickpockets. In battle, out of battle. She literally pulled a flash grenade off a Demolisher's body while being chased by it

- (tw blood, was a little unsure about putting this down) With her blood perk (poisonous to anyone infected), she can coat a bit on her weapons just by running her bloodied thumb/finger on it. Preferably sharp weapons work best.

- Open to new ideas on devices and tools if they can help with her survival. Example, the ascenders from the Junction. Plus only way to keep up with Freakazoid.

- Uses methods and tools that’s meant to distract enemies or lure them to a location. Examples: loud devices, fire alarms, her taunting.

Next up, Freakazoid (aka Kyle Crane as Sentient Day Hunter/Volatile).

And oh boy this is a long list. I might have given Jack more work as his teammate than I anticipated... Oh well. I’ll nerf him later.

Also, I took some liberty to base his infected passive and active abilities on the Night Hunter. With inspiration on other games’ abilities cough.

Power

- He still has the standard moves, windmill, drop kick, etc. Plus some Hunter moves like Arial Ground Pound, leapfrog, etc. In a way, he fights like his old self with new tricks as an Sentient infected. A super soldier

- Pick claws or fists anywhere, anytime. Claws swipe faster, dealing damage faster than punches but of course, punches hit harder.

- Has tendrils like a Hunter so can grapple an enemy (anything weaker than a volatile) to bring them right to him so that he can smash their head to the ground. Can also pull himself to an enemy (anything stronger than a Viral/Biter/Common) and literally kick them.

- He has a blade bone on his right and now a bone-spike gun on his left. That doesn't mean they're more effective than normal weapons or that he can't use weapons - they just serve as being convenient. He can use weapons but they break faster than normal human Crane would (which means future craftsmen gotta make him weapons suitable for his strength. Note to self, make that for side quests)

- With his infected side, can get a defense and power boost like Jack's second wind ability

- Charge into a large group like a bulldozer, stunning his enemies (edited)

Agility

- Also has the same agility moves as his old self, but with some new tricks as well.

- Can wall run, wall latch, wall climb far better than Aiden. Talons sharp enough to latch on a wall longer than Aiden can stay in the air.

- With tendril locomotion, can dart around fast but still hindered with turns/rotations like the Night Hunter. Escape is also more convenient by tendril. He can yeet himself out of combat.

- Faster health regen than his old self at night, slower in day. All thanks to his infected side.

- Instantly leaps onto an opponent like a Night Hunter but rather than sinking teeth down, he snaps the neck

Survivor

- He has some of his old skills, minus his haggle/talk for the time being. Jack helps him with that until he finds people not too freaked out by him. You know, because of his new body situation?

- Still can do throwing stars - because why wouldn't you want an infected throwing shuriken like Genji?

- Has the infrared eyesight of an infected where he can see human enemies behind walls. This can be switched on and off game-mechanic-wise and isn't effective in daylight.

- Not just with camouflage, can land critical stealth skills after being cloaked or in darkness.

- UV resistance/block duration increase down his skill tree.

Infected - this is a new branch on Crane’s skill tree I made as a category, special thanks to Ender for the idea. Since there are some things like mutations, his telepathic way of communication, and skills/abilities that don’t fit with the other three categories entirely (even though the above, it’s a harmonic mixture between his old and new self)

- Pretty much higher defense (iron skin), higher attack (claws), faster regen, better scenes (can track infected/human easy like a bloodhound)

- Howls, can inflict fear into humans and staggers enemies. Good with clearing space against groups

- With his mutations, he can be undying in combat (final passive skill in the tree). This gets reset back to normal until the next fight. He can also give this to his infected allies, namely Jack (concept in the works btw, may not be included), a sorta telepathic link to them to prevent them from dying.

- Tempted to give passive ability that he can feast on infected to regain back some health, considering the kind of person in the past to eat anything he grabs in the middle of an outbreak. Jack will most likely stop him on that. Or not. She can't completely control this beast.

-- Below are skills not lockable on the tree but gained after defeating a rare type of enemy; Sentient Volatiles.

- Invisibility - his first infected skill he starts with. Can go invisible as long as he has stamina to burn. Helps with his crit stealth kills. Uninfected human enemies can still see him however.

- Rage - Lets out the beast from within, as long as he has stamina to burn.

- Doppelganger - second infected skill, gained after defeating another sentient Volatile like him. Creates a shadow to distract enemies off him (similar to Mother's fight with her clones)

- Other newer skills he'll obtain after defeating three other Sentient Volatiles, in the works currently.

and a sidenote from story; he has this territory bubble where his presence makes infected not want to come to him. So his presence helps safezones be warded off from troubling infected. Didn't know if should have been under infected branch

And that’s it.

God this post is so long...

#hope you like this X'D #dying light #dying light headcanons #ramblings from a mad writer #dying light game #skill trees #kyle crane #mad jack #oc #Freakazoid #dying light headcanon #sentient volatile #i really need to nerf Crane...or buff Jack to keep up sheez

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vexednperplexed · 11 months

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Oh wow I haven't been tagged in one of these in a minute. Thanks for the tag, @queen-of-voltronian =D

named after anyone?

Yes! I go by KJ, which is my initials. My middle name is after my grandmother. And, she's actually the one who gave me the nickname KJ! So not only am I named after her, but she gave me the name I go by too.

2. last time you cried?

Don't judge me... but it was while I was watching Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3. Which was last weekend I think?

3. do you have kids?

Furbabies!

4. do you use sarcasm often?

I don't know how to be any other way.

5. what's the first thing you notice about people?

Either their eyes - because I'm an artist and of course I love eyes - or their smell. (THIS SOUNDS SO CREEPY I'M JUST REALLY SENSITIVE????) Because I reaaaaaaaaally can't stand bad smells. So if someone's got, ahem.... some BO? That's gonna be the first thing I notice. Doesn't matter how pretty their eyes are, I'ma notice the SMELL. (Same if they smell really, really nice though. Pretty eyes be damned! If they smell good that's the best.)

6. color of your eyes?

Green!

7. scary movie or happy ending?

Depends on my mood. I like a nice happy ending after a lot of PAIN. But I like scary movies too, if they're actually scary and not just a gore fest. Yuck.

8. any special talents?

Beyond being an artist? I can sing. I get stage fright though, so I don't usually sing publicly, but I can sing. I can also read sheet music, and I can play the oboe and the clarinet. Music is life, fam.

9. where were you born?

In the back of a car at security of a Nuclear Power Plant in Maryland, USA. No, I'm not kidding. My mom has the newspaper clipping still, and my parents got me a baby book specifically to write down the model of the car as my "birth place".

10. hobbies?

I play a lot of video games. A lot, a lot. Too many. It's the main thing I do besides art and reading and being overly invested in shows.

11. pets?

I have 3 cats and a dog!

12. sports?

When I was a kid, I played basketball every year. Beyond that? Nah. I hate football, don't even get me started. Watching it, hearing about it, enduring other people be really into it. Not a fan =\

13. height?

I smol. Well. I smol in height. I'm 5'3". The rest of my biological family is considered tall, or at least average height usually. My cousin, who is 5'5", was nicknamed the midget of the family. I'm shorter than her.

14. favorite subject?

Surprising no one, art and music. When I was in high school, I knocked all my required courses out of the way so I could spend my senior year taking every single art and music course I could fit in my schedule. It was a great year.

15. dream job?

I've always wanted to be able to make a living being an artist. It's difficult and I don't make much in commissions, but I just had a like.... quarter life crisis kinda? I quit my corporate job because I was so miserable, I couldn't even step foot in the building anymore. So now I'm going to save up so I can go to school for tattooing and do what I really want to do, rather than what I think I have to do.

Let's see, who to tag.... @voxxian @rollyjogerjones(although she hasn't been on tumblr for like a year) @izbizzle(same for him) and anyone else that wants to do it! @adi-dion I SAW YOUR LIKE YOU ARE TAGGED NOW YKNOW IF YOU WANNA

#tag game #it's a fun way to get to know people.

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princess-pill-enjoyer · 1 year

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I didn't think I'd really need to come back here after everything. It's so stupid. My dad has given me my own weed and it is way stronger than the pills. So many different ways it affects me. But I've been mostly sober since the attempt that started all this. Ig partially out of respect.. I feel like it wouldn't be fair to my parents if I continue my junkie ways after they had to listen to me scream and yell about how I felt trapped and then when things open up, boom still doing it

I dunno if that makes sense tbh.. lemme know ik I suck at explaining things correctly.

Anyway I've been sober 99% of the time since. I kinda don't like smoking as much now. It made my teeth hurt and I hallucinate when I get high. It's nothing crazy no where near as vivid the dph hallucinations get ofc. Tho it still scares me so bad. It can range anywhere to a few small & constant noises that makes everything hard to hear unless I'm focusing to hallucinations that put me in a state of delusion. I get so scared about ts I can't move. 9 times out of 10 I get this weird feeling someone or something is there and if I make a sound they'll come up to me. Those are the worst feeling ones dude I know there's no reason for me to assume anything is there but I just stiff up and cry as quietly as I can until I can work up the courage to check if they're "still there"

I used to do that when I was coming down from benadryl actually. I'd be too forgetful to be scared of anything like that mid high but all hell broke once it was wearing off

It makes me so annoyed. It makes me wonder if that's something I'll just have to deal with from here on or should I just stay sober from here on and hope for the best. It all makes me miss the pills so fucking bad. I was taking those for so long and it just felt like I knew pretty much anyway they'd effect me atp. It was straightforward

Dph made my heartbeat harder -> also made my heart sore when I'm not on it

The pills dehydrated me -> annnd if I took it too far, I'd go acidic and jaundice (which im ngl happened way more often than I wanted to admit.. when I tried to od again in December I was quite literally neon!)

Taking so many at once making my stomach have to dissolve anywhere from four to high twenties worth of pills at a time -> which led my stomach to get irritated and eager to get that shit out and made various issues there

But now? What. I don't even have anyway to measure so it's just a thing of.. o guess it kicked in, ig I can't hear rn. Oop dang ig I got too high now I physically have to focus on not freaking out over something that is not fucking happening. Oh what ig these stupid fucking edibles make my head hurt instead of making me high. Fun!!

I'm so over this shit. Im trying so hard to stay away. I didn't like dph after a while. You can scroll back and see so many things I hated about it. And yet I think about it every single day. I miss it so much. I used to be able to take a few pills and then poof blank out for a little while. As long as I took care after the fact, I'd be mostly fine. But now I have to deal with the unpredictability of my own mind or whatever nonsense I have to feel when I smoke/eat edibles

R has been really bumpy for me too. I don't know why like.. I've really been happy about our friendship lately. I feel like seeing how fucked up I had to be to my parents to make them listen gave me a new appreciation for her. I haven't blown up at her in a while but omfg I've done it a lot throughout our time together. Tho, she's still here for me. Nothing really changed. And I love her for that. I'm really just a random person online fr. At any point she could just decide she's fed up with me and ghost. But she endured my nonsense and still pushed me to look at things different. I never know how to bring that up without sounding like it's a romantic thing

Which has been eating at me so bad as of late. I don't know what th I feel towards her. If im still in love I wouldn't be shocked but it feels different from how I felt before the whole blowup a lil bit after she broke up with her ex. She's my safe space but she is also kinda fucked up to me sometimes. But I really can't help myself. I still worry about her all the time, I genuinely try to know everything and anything going on with her wherever possible, and I let so much go unspoken not blowing up and trying to keep her perspective in mind where I can.. I want her to not have to worry sm I hate that my presence has become a double edged sword. I love her so much it's become overbearing and hard to hide. I know it makes her feel pressure to hide stuff to keep up appearances/impressions. Shit sucks. It makes me feel like I'm in a parent's position atp..

Tho all that being said I feel like she still interprets my actions as some elaborate way to make her like me. Or me tryna be nice so that she falls in love with me. Some shit. And ik that sounds so paranoid and baseless but its been a pattern atp.

Everytime I get cheery and tryna treat her like ya know, my best friend, its like she takes that shit diff and mentions her ex as a way to tell me to back off. And I don't get it. Like no dummy I'm not excitedly talking about shit to lure you in YOU ARE MY FRIEND. MY CLOSESTTT. I know that she won't judge me for me and since she knows me so well, I rarely have to give too much of a backstory to talk about anything. It's nice. And I guess I abuse that privilege a lot. Maybe I should be better about not running to her about everything. But then like me being concerned and interested about what she's up to makes her do it as well. She briefly got with someone else (they've already broken up she ain't getting a codename 🥴) and I noticed her using her for that purpose too for a bit. Well. Before she got annoyed with her existence lolol

But yeah anyway like.. has that pattern already been there and I haven't noticed? Am I overthinking this action too hard and twisting it? It's frustrating me so bad cause I don't get why she interprets it like that. Am I just so oblivious I don't see how obviously in love I am and she's tryna push me out of that...? Or is she being self destructive and can't view my love as anything but manipulation.

Confessing to her has become one of my biggest regrets. It changed so much I hate myself for believing I was in lala land. Stupid fucking girl. All I could see was how much I liked talking wth her and it just slipped out. I didn't realize just how many fucking consequences it'd bring after the fact. I feel like im constantly dancing around shit. I wish I never said anything. Im so tired of having to study my every action to make sure I don't seem too eager to speak. I forget it happened some days but it feels like that's all she sees me as. I don't understand what to do atp. I don't want to lose her, we are completely ride or die aside from this. But my GOD I CANT TAKE IT. I feel like it's become such a giant elephant and it's going to rift everything once it's brought up. I don't want to piss her off and lose her for good

Between her and my ex.. I lowkey think I'm done with the whole romance thing this feeling is the absolute worst. Any time I express that myself in that way I come out of it feeling so stupid. It stings so much worse this time around. Least with my ex even though the shit only lasted a few months IT HAPPENED. I feel crazy feeling this exact same stupid feeling with someone I haven't even dated before. And for me to feel WORSE.. HOW?? I've avoided dating specifically so I wouldn't feel this way and then I stumbled and did the shit AGAIN! Let myself fall into even deeper feelings with someone that didn't even like me. Again. And I'm stinging worse than I ever was before. Crazy. I hope I never like anyone again.

I've been feeling blank as of late. Even with my family life improving and my health improving I still feel empty. The same I did before. It feels like now I'm performing a different role, but still feel the same. It felt so good to have everything in the open and finally dropping dph for good (probably) originally. But I really feel no better now that the dust has settled. Everything just shifted some

I try to be more open and honest about myself and what I feel but the central issues I don't know how to express. It feels unfair to air that shit out to R, my family or any of my friends since I know I won't believe them. It's so easy to say the right thing. So easy to assure me you love me. You care. But do you mean it? Or are you saying it because that's what you're "expected" to say and do? I dont trust a word out any of their mouths when it comes to shit like that. Looking at their unconscious actions and how and what they say feels like the most honest view of their thoughts. And a whole lot of that made me feel the way I feel. What's words going to fix when I can physically SEEE AND HEAR all the shit proving otherwise replaying in my head? Why listen to you try to cover your own ass when the evidence is already there? We both see the cards on the table. There's no point trying to sway me into looking at them different.

But I feel bad not being able to shake that sense. I know part of my thinking is irrational. It's fucked up I can't listen and change my view. It's like theyre speaking to a brick wall. It's almost like they can never fuck up since I can't let ts go once I've noticed it. I try to keep myself together because of that. I hate the grandiose acting I have to do to get through the day

I won't lie. I really sit there and wish I would've died that day. It's like ever since that last time ever since I got all my ducks in a row and decided I'm okay with no taking part in life, it suddenly made everything feel tedioussss. It gets on my nerves so bad I've been so angry. I wish I would've just kept my mouth shut and let things finally crumble down on its own so I could be left to pop pills til I either got it right and ended myself or guzzle em until I fucked myself up so bad I'd die without my intervention 💀💀

None of this seems to be worth it and I'm kinda over it. I made my decision. It fucking sucks that I'm still being forced along this stupid junk when I already decided it was all worthless. I wish I could hide away and just stop participating in society. Never talk again. Never play another game. Never spend a single cent. Just total isolation. I wish all the games I play were single player so no one would think to chat with me while we're playing. I wish the world was filled with robots so that I could go in and out of a store without thinking bout if the employees are thinking I'm stealing or wondering if anyone thinks I look as cool as I think I look

I wish it were just a lil bubble just for me. Go into a store, grab what I want, walk out. Dress up anywhere and take 10000 pictures that no one'll see. But idc cause i look so prettyyy and I like seeing myself in all my cute lil outfits. Eat what I want and how weirdly I want without people looking at me crazy. I swear it's all doable but it all feels like I'd have to completely ignore the outside world for me to be happy. Even shit like having to say good morning to my parents or thank you to someone holding the door open for me pisses me off. When I'm not in the mood for speaking, I aint in the mood for any and all speaking no matter how small. And lately uh it's been all I feeling

I don't know why I don't feel the motivation to try to kill myself again. Ig I don't even care enough to atp. I've been so over it now. I've been feeling kinda apathetic to everything to a degree. Not that it hasn't been nice to have clarity on everything. But I don't care to fix any of it anymore. I was done that day i tried to kill myself you know? Being here still didn't really change anything in my perspective. If I had a button right in front of me that'd instantly end me 100% guaranteed I'd put on a nice lil outfit then push that shit with a swiftness

I'd be shocked if don't end up relapsing atp. I'm tired of thinking

#dph addiction #dph #benadryl #diphenhydramine #vent #excessively long

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crystalelemental · 2 years

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WE DID IT LADS! "Wow, how?" I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT

Except I do, you know I can't shut up.

Aaron went first, because there was no chance in hell that Hau was going to pull this off. The only potential success was going to be paralysis on his Heal Order, and I wasn't willing to test that. Maybe in time, but certainly not here. So we used Cheese Team Alpha to take him down, because I was scared, and also a buffoon. Horrible Mistake #1.

Then we had Bertha. Thought I, "Oh hey, we beat this one with this team before, there shouldn't be a problem, we can just cheese Cynthia!" So I brought Ghetsis. Horrible Mistake #2. Oh, and Hop. Horrible Mistake #3. They did do it, as promised, but oh god.

Then we had Lucian, who was actually obscenely tough. I blame Flying-weak. Flying units just aren't equipped for 2k Master Mode. Kahili had the best performance due to sync nuke, but frankly the lack of EX is devastating. We had to take out Exeggutor as it queued up a move to save time, then hit two crits on Lucian and still had to worry about Morty getting the right flinches at the right time, while keeping Kahili alive. You know what saved it? You want to know what made this work? Endure on her trainer move. That did it. Because of Swift and Dazzling Gleam. We were that fucking close to failure, and needed Endure on an offensive unit to stand a chance, just due to the spread moves. This League is vicious.

Oh, but in case you thought that was rough, then we have Flint. Would you believe I struggled? Against Flint? Psychic-weak Flint? Shameful. Yet here we are, with Flint having so much HP on his baby bitch monkey that Giovanni couldn't just blast it. And again, the solution was Endure. Endure on Roxanne and Giovanni let us win. That's it. That was the only thing keeping us alive. I wish that were a joke. Oh, and extra shoutouts to Roxanne. Blaziken only uses Heat Wave, because this whole league is nothing but spread moves. But joke's on it, because if Giovanni didn't explode it to death on sync, Roxanne blocks it anyway. Get fucked, bitch chicken.

Then, the culmination of all my failures. Cynthia. So, fun fact here. Cynthia's -1 accuracy is apparently -27, because nothing ever hits. I missed eight 100% accurate moves in a row, while at max evasion her Stoutland never missed that 90% even once. It is such unmitigated bullshit.

So, the initial plan was Stall Team. Turns out, impossible. Misty buffs her special defense and evasion wonderfully, but Cynthia needs to miss like 8 attacks for it to matter, and her sync and Tri Attack are such high natural damage because of Normal that we couldn't take the hits. Not to mention it was supremely reliant on Viola getting debuffs from Struggle Bug, which relied on her hitting Cynthia which she often didn't, and which could only be spammed once we had Cynthia trapped, which needs reapplied. And that's without Koga needing to hit a 50/50 shot while also dealing with accuracy issues. The closest we ever came was a double KO, which took so many lucky breaks it's ridiculous. This team just could not perform. Mostly because Discombobulate 4/Ripple Effect 9 is a nightmare, and the goddamn sides hit for eleventy billion damage despite being on defensive parameters. Stall Team Alpha may have been able to do it, but frankly I'm not convinced, given that Skyla couldn't take special hits. And because no Ghetsis, we couldn't debuff everything reliably and try Lucy instead. So we gave up.

Initially, I didn't think Bruno would do it, so we tried some off type stuff. Cyrus literally never once hit with Hydro Pump. Yes, even with the boosted accuracy and everything. Impossible. So that was out. Gardenia similarly stood absolutely no chance, and I’m not sure what I was thinking there. With that, we were left with only Bruno. Who has base 80% accuracy. And no Hop. So that's great. Miraculously, he did it. Maylene remains a fantastic partner to him, but the ultimate saving grace? Misty.

Misty cannot reliably dodge, but she doesn't need to. She only needs to dodge once, right at the outset. This prevents Discombobulate, and from there, the solution is to pack Bruno with Accuracy, Crit Strike 2, Double Down 5, and the sync damage nodes. It's around 11k on sync, if you take -2 sync cooldown and half HP conditions to only give her Strength 1 instead of 3 or 5. Then you had to be able to queue up Cross Chop before she queued up her move, and you could take her out pre-sync. Remember, all of these are 90% accuracy rolls, because she canceled his Pinpoint Entry. So it went great, thanks. Snorlax has to go first, or Earthquake will OHKO Bruno, but thankfully sync is up so we can just explode the doggo and you missed the crit. Missed the 80% crit. Of course. Thankfully, the last Cross Chop landed, and was hitting for enough to finish the job, but Christ that was close. Especially with no speed buffs to keep Cross Chop up and running. This was fucking dire.

But it's done. 10k F2P clear on Sinnoh Master Mode.

Weenie Award goes to Bertha. Sorry, Bertha. It feels a little unfair, due to EX Candice and Hop, but you just didn't impress.

Big Dick Award...probably should go to Cynthia because of how hard this was, but I'm giving it to Lucian. Cynthia's hard because she's unfair. Lucian is just like that. Though I also have to acknowledge the struggle of limited Flying type. Once I went to Bruno, Cynthia went down fast enough. Nothing was going to make Lucian easier.

Most Impressive Award goes to Stoutland. I'm not even kidding. Cynthia's fight was insane as it was, but the ultimate problem was that fucking Stoutland. 1200+ damage with defensive parameters? Are we real right now?

To call this the hardest CS to date is an understatement. Sure, there have been matches on par with this nonsense. Flying-weak Bruno springs to mind as a nightmarish challenge that F2P seriously struggles to handle. Electric-weak Lorelei is a broad struggle, and I think it's Fire-weak Grimsley is brutal too. And yet, those don't really overlap. They're individual terrors that show up periodically and are the match to be wary of. But this? This is a gauntlet.

Everyone is brutal. Aaron's getting a lot of focus as a ridiculous threat, and with good reason, but the others are far from pushovers. Lucian's constant spread damage is terrifying for any team that has to take it slow. Flint's so powerful in single-target attacks, with such a high burn rate, that your tank is likely to drop too. Cynthia's evasion bullshit and naturally high BP is absolutely insane. And then there's Bertha. Who I feel kinda bad for, but she gets the Weenie Award. I just...also feel like if I didn't have EX Candice and didn't use Hop here, I'd probably be struggling like crazy against her too. This isn't a scenario of having one terrible match, but the rest being pretty smooth sailing with a good plan. This is a league out for blood. Over half of them required me to completely re-work grids to sets that otherwise wouldn't be ideal, just for one specific counter strategy, or getting the exact right conditions in the match to survive. And that's a really, really high threshold to meet.

The worst part is, I don't even expect it to slow down. Cynthia's Spiritomb was ridiculous even without Master Mode, and Aaron showed off similarly fantastic tools for survival with Heracross. Flint got Sun, Lucian had the ability to break down defenses, and Bertha had high damage and Catalyst. These fights are likely to all be at this challenge level. Which...is really interesting for turning up the power, but also kind of frustrating for an F2P approach. It's doable, but let's not pretend like I'm not someone who had the resources to get everyone to 5*, with a lucky skill and max theme skills. Not everyone's going to have that. And some of those tools were, in fact, pretty necessary for the damage. I don't think Bruno would've pulled through without the match with Maylene. And when you're pushing that level of need, it's frankly nuts. They're scary.

But as someone who does have strong tools, it is kind of exciting to have a League with some serious teeth. I gotta try out off-type. I'm so excited.

#pokemon masters #champion stadium #f2p clear #god help me why do I do this to myself

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the-pregnancy-experience · 1 year

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From Reddit poster 2023

My Mom just announced my pregnancy on Facebook

I'm 13 weeks pregnant right now, and yesterday we found out that we're having a baby boy. I sent my family a picture of our ultrasound and told them the news. My Mom phoned and asked whether she could finally tell her friends the good news (specifically mentioning a few people by name), and she said that for the past 8 weeks she's been telling every cashier and store employee since she I didn't want to tell anyone yet. I said she could finally tell her friends, and as many store employees as she wanted.

This morning I woke up to about a dozen messages from various people congratulating me. I looked on Facebook, and she'd taken my ultrasound picture, tagged my husband and I in it, and announced that she was going to have a grandson. When I said she could tell her friends, I never imagined she'd take that to mean every one of her (and our) Facebook friends.

I don't have a relationship with her where I can ask her to take it down without this causing a huge fight.

This is my second successful pregnancy via IVF after a very long and difficult road. In order for each transfer to work, I had to endure months of medical menopause (Lupron Depot) prior to starting each IVF cycle. In my daughter's case, it took 6 years of trial and error before doctors could figure out the best combo to get me pregnant, but once we figured it out, it's worked. This cycle to have my son started back in the summer, and we were only able to move forward with the frozen embryo transfer in December. Emotionally, physically, and financially, it's been very very difficult.

On Christmas morning the doctors told me to take a pregnancy test to see if the initial transfer was successful, so my entire family was around when my husband and I got the news. As is family tradition, we took group photos together on my camera, and boxing day (Dec 26th) I sent the family the photos. I sent 10 in total, and in one of the pictures I had a spare pair of baby mittens on my belly. When we took the photos, my sister even said that we would take the photo for our sake only and that it wasn't to be shared. We all went to see a movie at the local theatre, and right before the movie started, my mom shared the picture of me with the mittens on my belly on Facebook. She also did some group WhatsApp messages, not knowing that I was in one of the groups. She included the picture and said "looks like someone has baby mittens on their belly! I wonder why ❤️🤰." Seeing that we were in a movie theatre, it was hours before I found out that the picture and the messages were out there.

When we got back home, I saw on our kitchen tablet that my mom had 3 missed calls from her FB friends, all from the time that we were at the movie. I then checked Facebook and pieced it all together. I very gently asked her to remove the picture. I said that there were 9 others to choose from, and I didn't want that one out yet. She responded by being incredibly defensive and angry, calling me a "censorship queen" and asked whether i could police all of her posts to make sure she wasn't saying anything wrong. She eventually deleted the photo, and refused to post any of the other ones, citing me being too difficult to please. While we were at the movies, I asked an employee whether they had any flavoured seasoning shakers for their popcorn, and my mom very loudly stepped forward and said to them "can you guess which one of us is pregnant?!" I said "Mom, could you not? I'm only 5 weeks." And she then stormed off doing Joe Pesci whisper screams, calling me a "selfish brat" and an "entitled ass hole."

Some people could look at this and be like "oh, you're 13 weeks. That's ok if she tells people" but I'm still not ready. I waited until I was 20 weeks with my daughter, and even then only shared it because my Mom was getting angry that I hadn't told everyone yet. We've dealt with loss along this long road to meet our children, and my rule right now is that I'm not telling anyone unless I'd also be comfortable telling them that we miscarried.

What's done is done and I can't take back her making the announcement. Beyond that, I can't even tell her how upset I am because it will just end up snowballing into something so much more. I'll add guilt and sadness and conflict into my emotional inventory right now, and I don't need that. And it's kind of silly at this point, but I work in film and I'd planned on making a fun mock theatrical trailer with my daughter to announce it, so I'm sad and disappointed that I can't do that anymore.

I'm just feeling really angry and mopey. It was our news to share, not hers.

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rianemorgan · 3 years

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Manjiro Sano x Little Sister!Reader - Part 2

Here's the part two hee

~ 12 years later ~

" MIKEY!! Come back here!! "

Sounds of laughter rang throughout the whole house along with the wailings and cry of an infant.

" Wait Emma! " Mikey tries running away from his sister, hitting Takemichy's head in the process.

" Ow! Mikey kun! "

" Oh? It's starting again " Mitsuya said amusingly

" Ahahaha damn Mikey! "

" Quit laughing and do something Kenchin! "

" Stop running away and come back here Mikey!! " Emma shouted who's armed with a frying pan and ready to hit his brother with it.

" I didn't mean to wake your baby! I swear Emma! "

" Shut up, I already warn you to be quiet yet you didn't listen!! "

Draken who finally had enough of today's shenanigan stand up and stop Emma from who still didn't give up on running after his Bestfriend.

" C'mon stop that already, our son is still crying, let's just put him in bed again " Draken tries to reason with his wife, Emma just huffed and went to their sons bedroom.

" Wooh I'm saved "

" Almost not Mikey Kun

"Shut up Takemitchy" Mikey put his shoes on and went outside

" Where are you going? " Mitsuya asked

" Somewhere, maybe visit Shinichiro to his shop? "

Mikey ventures the road with his precious CB250T when he decided to buy some snacks before he visit. Mikey park his motorcycle infront of a convinient store to buy some dorayaki to eat.

While starting the engine of his CB250T, Mikey heard some inaudible whimper near the alleyway across the convinient store, and being the curious guy he is, he went to the place where he heard the sound and found a small silhouette of a person

Mikey walk his way to the mysterious person only to find a small little girl, maybe the age of 8 or 9 err whatever...

"Hey, where's your parents? What are you doing in this kind of place? Don't you know it's too dangerous?" Mikey said while crouching down to face the little girl. He notice the she has short h/c hair and big doe e/c eyes.

'Just like her...' Mikey thought. He also noticed the girl's tattered clothes and skinny stature.

" I don't have a parents...only I have a brother but...he's dead...I only rely on myself... " She sadly answered.

Mikey only stared blankly at the girl, thinking how she able to survived on her own despite of her being young and all.

" Say, do you want to come with me? "

" My brother said that I shouldn't talk and come with a stranger "

" Well, you already talk to me, and as for being a stranger... My name's Manjiro, you can call me Mikey nii san from now on " Mikey point proudly to himself.

The girl can only stare at him, hesitation can be seen swimming her e/c eyes. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you" Mikey says while smiling genuinely, his sincerity is literally oozing out of his body that cause the young girl to cling and accept his outstretched hand.

" So...What's your name again? You already know mine but I still don't know yours " Mikey asked while the both of them are walking their way to his CB250T

" Y/n "

" What? "

Mikey suddenly stop walking that cause y/n to bump into him.

" What's wrong? Mikey nii chan? " Y/n cutely asked the older male.

" Did you say Y/n? "

" Hmm! " Y/n nodded

Mikey stared at the young girl sadly, 'they also had the same name, now that I think about it, I already look everywhere yet I can't still find her, my sister... She suddenly disappeared without any traces... Does all those things that happened really a dream??

But this girl is...

' Let Mikey nii have his happiness, just give all his sufferings to me, I can endure it all '

'what the hell was that voice?' Mikey thought to himself while massaging his temple

" Mikey nii? " Mikey perk up and stare at the girl. He don't know what's really happening right now, he doesn't know why y/n, his sister suddenly disappeared right after he wakes up from that terrible nightmare, or is that really a nightmare? He doesn't know why he's the only one who can remembers her? And most of all, he doesn't know why this little girl besides him has the same name as y/n.

He didn't want to think of all that anymore, I mean, does he have the ability to decipher the mystery that is currently happening right now? No, Manjiro hates thinking about complicated things, nor he has the ability to.

The only thing matter is right now, the God above probably gives him a second chance to maybe not change everything but to make it up for all his mistakes. He didn't able to be a good brother for his late sister, y/n but he can to this little girl besides him.

" Mikey nii chan? Are we going to ride this " y/n suddenly asked while pointing to his precious motorcycle. The older male sat down to his CB350T and made y/n sat infront of him for safety.

" Obviously were gonna ride this! This is the best bike around here you know " Mikey boast while starting the engine. Y/n only giggled because of excitement and a little bit of fear, this is her first time riding a bike after all.

" Hold on tight kay? We're going to Shinichiro! He's also going to become you another brother! Aight? "

" Hmm! Is he kind? "

" Yeah he is, I'm sure he'll like you, after all he likes the other y/n the most " Mikey said while muttering the last part.

' Now that I think about it, maybe this girl is really y/n but in chibi form '

Mikey smirk at the thought and drive down the road with the night sky filled with glittering stars and the bright light of the moon guiding them to their main destination.

Ehem!! So yeah, I made a part two because the others are asking for it and I want to give an apology for it being late and all. Ehehe, hope you enjoy this !

#mikey sano #mikey tokyo revengers #mikey #tokyo manji revengers #toman #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers manga

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trashyswitch · 3 years

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Golden Freddy's Tickly Torment

Cassidy (Golden Freddy) remembers something from her childhood that proves super useful on William. She also finds out some body & Ghost connections and some bodily functions that William now lacks.

This fanfic has implied torture. But, there is a secret that makes the torture a little easier for the reader to handle.

This fanfic prompt was suggested by @trashylever on Tumblr. Link

I hope you enjoy!

Golden Freddy was sitting with William in the closet that he had been locked in for a decade now. Throughout all those years...William suffered at the hands of Golden Freddy. The Golden bear counterpart of Springtrap had been possessed by one of the victims of William’s kill streak: Cassidy. And Cassidy was determined to make William suffer for as many years as she can, so William regrets every second he took killing those innocent kids. While Charlie was looking after all the ghosts and protecting them from the hands of William, Cassidy was busy driving William insane in as many ways as she could…

Right now, Cassidy was doing what she normally did: taking his ear off, and talking some more into the separated ear. She kept on rambling and rambling and rambling...There was never a second of quiet. The only time Cassidy would take a break was to allow William the chance to not drown her out. By the time she stopped talking, William had turned the rambling into mumbling.

But then...it went silent…

Too silent…

...waaaay too-

“Oh yeah! I remember one time I was going to my friend’s house for a play date-”

Aaaaand there it was again. And again...and a-fucking-gain.

“And she wanted me to give her the game boy! But I didn’t wanna stop playing the game! So she decided to tickle me until I let go of it. I managed to last 10 minutes straight before I finally let go! Isn’t that amazing?!” She told him.

“Ugh…” He mumbled.

“I’ll take that as a big, fat, definite yes.” She started poking his arm.

William was about to smack her across the face. That would easily shut her up. It certainly did the trick when-

“Saaay, speaking of tickle-tickle-tickling, were you tickled as a kid?” She asked.

……….Wait what?

“No. Why would I be?” William lied.

“Everyone gets tickled at least once, William. How often were you ever tickled? How ticklish even are you? Did your Mom tickle you? Or your Dad? Or did both of your parent’s tickle you? Did you have an older brother or sister? DId they tickle you? Were you able to fight back? Or did you just take it like a strong boy?” Cassidy kept asking question after question.

William began to grow uncomfortable with what they were talking about now. Everytime she said the word...It gave him butterflies in his stomach. It made him wanna cower. It made him wanna...smile from pure embarrassment.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost...OH! WAIT!” Cassidy joked. “But seriously, you looked scared…” Cassidy admitted. “Are you scared of how long you’ll have to endure this evil, insanity test? Or are you scared the tiiiiickle monster’s gonna getcha?” Cassidy teased.

Oh no...Not that word again...and don’t bring the tickle monster into this…

“Do you know that a tickle monster creeps in this very room?” Cassidy teased, possessing Freddy to move herself onto the Golden animatronic’s kneecaps. Then, Cassidy’s ghost zoomed out of Golden Freddy’s mouth with a big smile on her face. “Did you know this tickle monster is waiting? Waiting for the peeeerrrfect time to strike~! Watching...Observing your every move...Waiting for the day it can slip out of the hiding spot and tickle you until you’re a tomato red blob of giggles!” Cassidy teased.

William was mentally dying at this point. The teasing was killing him suuuper slowly. He knew the tickle monster wasn’t really a thing. He knew the tickle monster was really Cassidy. He knew that really well. And yet...The fact that we was sitting with one of the most vengeful ghosts on the face of the earth, legitimately scared him. With how much she’s been doing already, it’ll be impossible to predict just where she was going with this...

But then William realized something: he can’t actually be tickled! He’s no longer connected to his human body, and animatronics don’t have nerves! So it should make sense!

...Right?

“IIIII wonder...where are the sources of this evil killer’s ticklish spots?” She asked casually. “You gonna tell me? Or do I have to tickle you myself to find out?” She asked evilly.

Wiliam sighed. “You can’t tickle me.” William told her.

“Oh I can’t? Well:” Cassidy possessed Golden Freddy again and flopped the Freddy Fazbear body right onto Springtrap’s.

“AAH! CASSIDY!” William shouted.

She ignored him and started scratching at his ribs with the golden animatronic’s fat, shiny fingers. William’s eyes just about bulged out of his skull as the butterflies in his stomach increased ten fold. “C-CASS-”

“Yeeeeeessss?” Cassidy moved the Golden Freddy thumbs into the pockets of the springlock suit and dug deeply into the hips.

OH NO! SHE COULD ACTUALLY TICKLE HIM! TALK ABOUT UNLUCKY! NOW SHE WAS GONNA USE IT AGAINST HIM! NOOOOO!

William wiggled around as much as he could from under Golden Freddy. He tried to prevent himself from laughing by holding his breath. He even unpossessed the springtrap suit to try and prevent the ticklishness from getting to him. But it still tickled like a son of a gun! Only now, William was wiggling around in ghost form and holding his hip while doubling over.

“Ooooooh! Interesting!” She reacted as she moved veeeery slowly up the ribs.

William desperately tried to tell her to not go there, due to just how ticklish it was when he was alive. But Cassidy ignored his begging words and moved closer and closer to his special little breaking point.

But as Cassidy was reaching a bad spot, William realized something horrific:

With William not possessing the springlock’s limbs, CASSIDY WAS ABLE TO MOVE THEM AROUND AS SHE PLEASED! WITH NO RESISTANCE WHATSOEVER!

“NO! NOOO! CASSY PLEASE!” William pleaded and reached his ghost arms out. “Sorry Mr. Afton…” She smirked with the look of pure devilish evil in her eyes… “But I’m not Cassidy anymore…”

It was then that Cassidy’s hand grabbed William’s hand and lifted the arm out of the way of the vulnerable spot.

“LEHEHET MEHEHEHE GOHOHOHO!” William shrieked as he anticipated ticklish fingers in his terrible armpits.

But...nothing.

Just...Nothing.

William was scared to open his eyes…

He accidentally let out a little chuckle. “C-Cass...what-”

[Let’s see how much pain you can stand.] The Golden Freddy’s voice declared…

then, Cassidy touched down on both armpits and dug deep into them. Every crevasse, every wire, every steel bit in the armpit...was touched and tickled for at least 5 minutes each.

“NOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” William finally let out his true, strongest belly laugh he had ever mustered. And it did NOT sound like that fake little fluffy laugh William used while with Cassidy.

This laugh was HEAVY. This laugh was DEEP. This laugh was ABSOLUTELY HYSTERICAL. It sounded slightly like pathological laughter! It even sounded slightly joker-ish at certain points! It was all over the place too! It was like he had 10 different laughs he was switching to every 8 seconds or so! It was surprising and strangely satisfying.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP STAHAHAP IHIHIHI’M GOHOHOHONNA DIHIHIHIHIE!” William begged.

Cassidy giggled. “Oh you silly goose! You’re already dead!” Cassidy joked.

All of the memories of people tickling him and reacting to his laugh and ticklish spots came flooding back into his head all at once. From Henry tickling him many times to get his glasses back, to his wife tickling him during her playful moods, to even Michael tickling him as a 9 year old! Would you believe that Henry’s wife even had a chance to tickle the poor guy? Yyyyup! She did, and she never did stop reminding him of it.

Cassidy moved her hands down to the middle to lower ribs to lessen his crazy laughter. William’s laughter turned calmer, and surprisingly adorable rather than concerning. “There! Now you sound a little less insane.” Cassidy told him.

William ignored her and only thanked the lord above for giving him a break.

But the break only lasted a few seconds before Cassidy explored down to his stomach and belly button.

William squeaked and really quickly possessed the animatronic body to move Cassidy off him. But with the tickling weakening him dramatically, he couldn’t do nearly as much as he thought he would be able to do. Cassidy settled for a compromise by laying partly on the springtrap’s side, and partly on the floor. With this decided, Cassidy decided to still attack his tummy.

This caused squeaks and squeals to leave William’s mouth. Then, wouldn’t you believe, giggle-filled laughter quickly filled the closet room. “Ooooooh! A whole new set of laughter! I wonder which one’s your real laughter…” Cassidy poked into the equivalent of William’s belly button…

William screeched and covered up the springtrap mouth. “MM MM! NOWAY!” He warned.

“No way? More like no way you’re getting out of this! So you minus well accept your fate.” Cassidy told him.

William whined as he wiggled around and kicked the empty air.

“Ooooh! Should I be going for those kicking feet of yours?” She asked.

OH NO…

He shook his head.

“Or perhaps I should go for your neck~” She asked.

William looked down and whimpered. His feet were way too ticklish, but his neck was the most embarrassing ticklish spot out of all of them! It made him all blushy, made him giggle and snort, and if he were a cat, he would most definitely purr. Even as a human, it made him dissolve into a puddle of giggles and titters.

Cassidy brought her hands towards the neck and wiggled them eagerly. “Kitchy kitchy kooo~” She teased.

William quickly decided to unpossess the animatronic suit. As much as he appreciated the feeling of moving the physical limbs around, William knew he’d need to move around and wiggle more the moment his neck was tickled even the slightest. So, he did just that and covered his ghost mouth.

“Oooooh! I see the murderer decided to finally come out of his shell! What a nice surprise!” Cassidy teased. It was then that she finally touched down onto his neck.

William squealed and rolled left and right as he floated in the air. His ghost had curled into the fetal position and his laughter was another octave higher. It sounded more like squeaky giggles rather than actual laughter. William definitely had a large variety of laughter that came with the man. No wonder everyone wanted to tickle him! They wanted to slightly gamble their trust away to see what type of laughter they could get out of William that day!

It didn’t take long for William to start snorting and covering up his mouth. Even Cassidy had to admit: He was kinda cute like this. Not love kinda cute, but definitely toddler kinda cute. He had that sort of vibe to him when he was tickled.

Cass actually had to remind herself for a second that William was a child killer and a manipulator. It was the strangest thing.

William’s laughter had begun to sound tiring. He sounded too mentally tired to really keep laughing, even though his body was forcing him to.

So, Cass enjoyed it for a few minutes. She found it interesting that William could be left in such a weak state through such a silly strategy. But, it worked and that’s all that mattered to Cassidy.

The animatronic slowed its fingers down and removed them from William’s neck. William breathed heavily and deeply to try and calm down. Though, Cassidy found this strange. His lungs should be a different scenario thanks to his ghost form and possessed state. William being able to be tickled and touched made sense. But lung capacity as a ghost? That didn’t make sense at all.

Was William faking it?

Cassidy decided to try something out to answer her question. She moved her fingers to William’s armpits and smirked. If he was really this tired, his laughter will be breathy, whiny, and weak.

Cassidy touched down-

“OHOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHOHO! CAHAHAHAHASS COHOHOHOME OHOHOHOHON!” William screamed.

There’s your answer! He was definitely faking!

“Such a liar. You weren’t really getting tired...You were just trying to get me to sympathize with you and stop!” Cass called him out. “Now quit being a lying baby and act like a man!” Cassidy dug her fingers deeper into William’s armpit.

William SCREAMED and completely lost all his composure at this point. He couldn’t hide anything with his tickles being this strong! It was like trying to hide a huge, bright flamingo in the middle of a bedroom. EVERYONE’S EYES WILL GRAVITATE TOWARDS IT!

“There we go! Look at you being so brave and strong! Doesn’t it feel good?” Cassidy asked.

William shook his head.

“Is this really too much for you to handle? Would you like me to stop?” She asked.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAHAHA!” William’s laughter was all over the place and not even close to going silent.

It was this observation that fully confirmed Cassidy’s suspicions:

William has no lung capacity anymore.

“Hmmm…” Cassidy thought for a moment and stopped her fingers. William’s laughter lessened dramatically as he breathed...rather calmly for being tickled for potentially hours. Being in the closet meant that they both had no clue what time it was or how far along the years had gone.

William, with his newfound strength, pushed Cassidy off him. He was angry that Cassidy had brought him down to such a ‘weak’ state. How dared she make him laugh like that! How dare she figure out his tricks! And how dare she tickle him beyond the average human limits! It was a good thing he didn’t really have much lung capacity anymore! Or else he would be passed out cold from all the loss of oxygen.

Cassidy smiled and sat in silence for a few minutes as she processed the ticklish laughter. Then, she clicked a button on the Golden Freddy suit and giggled as recordings of William’s laughter and giggles filled the room.

Oh no she didn’t…

She recorded ALL OF IT?!

William growled and tackled his golden counterpart to the ground.

“HOW DARE YOU-” William yelped and lowered his face as his belly button was poked and tickled.

“Nice try, Mr. Will…but you should know something very important:” Cassidy’s voice changed to the animatronic’s voice...and the animatronic’s eyes glowed as she began to say the words:

[I always get the last laugh…]

The last thing William heard was a deep chuckle...

Does this fact about William (No lung capacity = no need for breaks) make the torment a little easier to handle? Let me know! I'm trying to find ways to not really go down the road of tickle torture unless it's fully justified.

#mental torment #william afton stuck #william afton is crazy #cassidy's revenge #punishment #post-fnaf 2 #pre-fnaf 3 #locked in a closet #ticklefic #ler!cassidy #ler!goldenfreddy #lee!william #lee!springtrap #tickle torment

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fanficshiddles · 3 years

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Tear You To Pieces, Chapter 9

Kelly shut the curtains as soon as she got into the rather shabby B&B room. But it was the best she could afford in the meantime, she had no idea how long she was going to have to be on the run for, so didn’t want to blow all of her money too quickly.

She’d managed to budget herself to last on the run for around a year. She had to include hair dye into the monthly budget. As even though it had been two months, she had no idea if Loki was still looking for her or not, so she only went out in disguise to be on the safe side.

She was still not over what happened, what was still happening. And she knew it was all her fault, she would never be able to get over it. She had unleashed the monster, literally.

Not bothering to turn the TV on, she just got into bed and tried not to think about it all. The news was always filled with Loki now, and how he was conquering the world. Country after country was flocking to kneel under Loki’s rule. Otherwise, he was slaying every country that dared to defy him. Which soon brought them to heel, before they lost everyone.

Kelly was really jumpy, every noise right outside her room had her entire body going ridged, expecting the worst. It took her heart a while to stop racing after each noise. She knew she couldn’t carry on living like this, but she didn’t know what else to do.

Turning onto her side she curled up and cried herself to sleep, like she did every night. But her sleep was never peaceful, it was always laced with nightmares. Always of him. Most of the time, he was looming over her with her sisters’ body at his feet.

She woke up in a sweat, calling out for her sister. How she wished everything was just a nightmare, but no. She was living a nightmare.

Keeping on the move was her plan, so since she was awake anyway, even though it was only five in the morning, she decided to move on to the next place to stay. She had made it all the way up to Edinburgh by foot mainly but also a couple of bus trips. She just kept moving around from city to city, town to town. Wherever she could get to.

As Kelly made her way down the road, there was just a few people going about at that time of the morning. But she kept getting shivers down her spine, and not from the cold. It was like someone was watching her…

When she looked round over her shoulder, she caught a glimpse of a tall, black-haired man amongst a small crowd of early risers heading to work. Her heart started racing in fear, thinking it was Loki, she quickly moved on and walked as fast as she could. When she glanced back in the direction of the man, there was no sign of him anymore.

She tried to shake it off, thinking it had just been her imagination. Surely if it had been Loki, he would’ve made his presence more known.

But as she made her way further into the centre of the city, she still had a really bad feeling that she was being followed. So she rushed into the bus station and bought a ticket to head further North, maybe if she headed out of the cities and tried the quieter villages, she might be able to stay under the radar better.

Just before she was able to pay for her ticket, there was sudden screaming and panic within the station.

‘What the…’ She looked around in confusion, but then she felt pure dread run through her veins as she saw the reason for the panic and chaos.

Loki.

He had stormed into the station in his regal armour, the biggest grin formed on his face when he locked eyes on Kelly.

‘No…’ She gasped out quietly, her legs suddenly turned to jelly as she tried to run with the others that were panicking.

Loki made his way towards Kelly straight away, with large purposeful strides as he towered above everyone else that was scarpering around him in terror.

She started running for the back exit, but Loki reached out towards her and Kelly suddenly felt as if there was a collar around her neck that was suddenly pulling her backwards towards him. She brought her hands up to her neck but couldn’t feel anything there, but there was definitely something pulling her back.

She panicked and screamed as she was dragged back towards Loki, who had stopped and was just pulling her towards him. When she was within grabbing distance, the invisible collar disappeared and she felt like she could run again.

But she was within striking distance. And Loki struck like a snake, grabbing her he forced her to the nearest wall and pinned her against it, his large dominant hand wrapped around her neck firmly. Her lower lip was trembling in fear as he sneered down at her, she tried clawing at his arm but it was futile.

‘Mmmm, I finally found you.’ Loki hummed low and squeezed her neck a bit harder in warning when she continued trying to struggle.

‘Plea… please… Let me go.’ She stuttered out between trying to take big breaths, his hand controlling her breathing wasn’t making it easy to talk.

‘Oh no, my little pet. You should be begging for my forgiveness, for that little stunt of running away from me. You have no idea how much of an inconvenience it was when I came to collect you, to find you gone. Ungrateful mortal.’ He growled, squeezing her neck again for a few seconds, making her splutter.

He could see the pure fear in her eyes.

‘However.’ He purred, easing up a little on his grip he rubbed his thumb up and down the side of her neck. ‘I wouldn’t be in the position I am now if it hadn’t been for you. And whilst I should punish you for being a naughty girl and disobeying me, I will give you the benefit of the doubt. This time. Because I know you’re my good girl really, aren’t you?’

Kelly closed her eyes and tried to tune him out. But of course, that could never happen.

‘Look at me!’ He demanded and squeezed her neck again, making her eyes fly open.

‘Maybe once I get you home, you’ll be more talkative. And I shall give you your reward, and finally claim what you owe me.’ His eyes darkened and he smirked, then leaned in and kissed her on the lips, despite her trying to move her head away to no avail.

She had no choice but to endure his lips moving against hers, he was surprisingly gentle, yet there was an urgency within him too. A very deep part of her was longing at his kiss, like it was a reminder of what she thought they once had… But she remembered that had all been fake, Loki had used her.

Loki pulled back slightly, licking his lips. ‘Now come, pet. Let me show you your new home.’ He grinned wickedly and released her neck.

But before she could even think about trying to run, a collar formed around her neck. Only this time it wasn’t invisible, she could feel it too with her hands as she tried pulling it off. There was a chain leash attached to it that Loki held, so she was going nowhere.

‘Come on.’ Loki growled and tugged her along as he headed out the main entrance.

When they stepped outside, some civilians that saw Loki started kneeling for him instantly. Some ran away. But Loki didn’t care about any of them, he had what he wanted.

Kelly couldn’t stop shaking and crying as Loki slipped his arm around her waist and held her in close, then teleported them both to the airport where Loki had a jet waiting for them. He hauled Kelly onto it, she wasn’t sure why she was even trying to still get away, she knew there was no chance.

Loki had the leash vanish, but the collar remained. As soon as it was off, she ran as far back in the jet as possible and cowered down in the corner. Loki chuckled and took a seat near the front, looking very pleased with himself.

‘There is a much comfier seat down here for you, pet. It might be a bumpy ride.’ Loki called back to her as the jet started off down the runway.

But Kelly was quite happy where she was, as far away from Loki as she possibly could be between some seats. Though she knew it wouldn’t be for long, the jet was already taking off into the sky. She didn’t know exactly where home was for Loki. She really didn’t want to know.

‘You know, it has been ok since I’ve been ruling your world. Not quite as fun and exciting as I had originally hoped, but I realised it’s been because I’ve been chasing you. Now that I’ve found you, the real fun can begin.’ Loki said casually as he opened a bag of salted nuts.

Kelly shivered at his tone and words, she didn’t want to know what he meant by that.

It only took half an hour to get to their destination. But it had felt more like ten hours for Kelly, with Loki trying to make small talk the whole way there, as if nothing was wrong. As if she was there of her own accord.

‘Isn’t this a delightful sight.’ Loki chuckled, looking out of the window.

Kelly was curious as to where she was. So she slowly moved onto her knees and leaned up on one of the seats to look out the window. Her eyes widened at what she saw.

They were coming to land in New York, but it wasn’t the New York she remembered.

For starters, where The Statue Of Liberty should be, was replaced with a ten times larger statue of Loki himself. Then as they headed into the city, where the Avengers tower used to be, a new tower was built. But it was much larger too, and on the side of it was Loki’s name in bright gold letters.

‘No… No.’ She sobbed and put her hand over her mouth in horror.

#Loki #tom hiddleston #tear you to pieces #fan fiction #dark Loki #Loki fic #Loki x OFC #Loki x original female character

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tiramisiyu · 3 years

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【未定事件簿】 Tears of Themis: Main Story 7-35 Translation

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Chapter 7 – Rains of Monte Cristo: 7-1 / 7-3 / 7-5 / 7-7 / 7-9 / 7-11 / 7-13 / 7-15 / 7-17 / 7-19 ♦️ ♦️ 7-20 / 7-22 / 7-24 / 7-26 / 7-28 / 7-30 / 7-32 / 7-34 / 7-35

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Court Hallway

After the trial ended, I did not leave immediately. Rather, I waited in the hallway for Hang Jiahe.

Soon, she walked over, guarded by two bailiffs.

MC: Miss Hang.

Hang Jiahe: What are you doing here? Are you going to laugh at me?

Hang Jiahe: Are you happy to have beat me?

MC: You’ve misunderstood. I came to tell you something.

Hang Jiahe: What?

MC: Actually… this examination report…

I took out that last examination report again.

MC: Due to time and technical limits, we currently do not have the identification results.

MC: When I showed it in court, I just wanted to add psychological pressure onto you.

Hang Jiahe: …

Hang Jiahe froze for a few seconds, but she then responded quickly.

Hang Jiahe: You tricked me… you tricked me… hahahahahahaha!

She suddenly burst into sharp laughter.

Hang Jiahe: I didn’t lose… I didn’t lose…

Hang Jiahe: I still got my revenge!

MC: …

MC: Miss Hang, can I ask you something?

Hang Jiahe: What do you want to say?

MC: You said in court that Qi Yu tried to hold Hang Fei back “that night”.

MC: But you still murdered her out of hate for her bystander position, correct?

Hang Jiahe: Yes, I hated her for being a coward, hated her for being too scared to resist Hang Fei, hated her for looking on for so many years without lifting a finger!

Hang Jiahe: She knew during those years what Hang Fei was doing to me, so why didn’t she save me?

MC: …

Hang Jiahe: Then… did you know that Hang Fei had also been abusing Qi Yu during those years?

Hang Jiahe: I did. How could she not have been beaten, with how cowardly she was?

MC: Then do you know why she was beaten?

Hang Jiahe: Why?

MC: …

I took out my phone and opened a video featuring Qi Yu’s abuse. That small woman was lying weakly on the floor, passively enduring the man’s punches and kicks. But she kept mumbling something –

“Don’t hurt Jiahe… and those children… stop it…”

Hang Jiahe: What…

MC: Miss Hang, did Qi Yu never do anything during all those times you were abused?

MC: Are you sure that every time, she chose to be a bystander, rather than being forced into her position?

MC: Did you know that Qi Yu said those words in each of the videos she was beaten in?

Hang Jiahe: I…

Hang Jiahe froze for a second, but then she immediately reacted.

Hang Jiahe: So what, then? What do you want to say?

Hang Jiahe: That I misunderstood her? That I shouldn’t have killed her? Then does all the pain I suffered for so many years even matter?

Hang Jiahe: You want me to absolve her? To forgive her?

MC: You’ve misunderstood. That’s not what I mean.

MC: I am not you. I have not endured your suffering, so I cannot request for you to forgive anyone.

MC: I haven’t seen what happened during those years, so I cannot judge whether Qi Yu was actively or passively making her decisions.

MC: And I definitely can’t carelessly determine whether she sinned or not.

I stopped for a moment and looked at Hang Jiahe’s gloves.

In her mind, she probably was the Count of Monte Cristo, Edmond Dantès – someone who had been wronged and could only get revenge for herself. She believed herself as intelligent and as lucky as Edmond, that she would ultimately be the winner. But…

MC: But even Edmond would figure out the situation before his revenge and repay his benefactors.

MC: I’m telling you this, only because I hope you’ll understand what sorts of people you sent away.

MC: I hope you understand that there have been people who intended to treat you kindly.

Hang Jiahe: …

MC: Also, Miss Hang, I can guess why you were not willing to ask for help from the police.

MC: In that sort of situation, you may have thought that you couldn’t rely on the outside world to go against them.

MC: But even so, me, Captain Morgan, and many, many people still have to do something.

I flipped further into the examination report.

MC: Even if Hang Fei is gone, the things he’s done will not disappear with him.

MC: This is the report we’ve created. Captain Morgan’s already sent it to upper management and applied for international cooperation.

MC: Miss Hang, we will bring you the justice you deserve for the pain you’ve experienced.

MC: As for the last few people, I promise that they will receive the punishment they deserve.

MC: So, for the rest of your life, please don’t live in hate.

MC: You’ve already stayed in the darkness for long enough. Please try to take a step forward.

MC: Doesn’t it say that in your beloved “The Count of Monte Cristo”?

MC: “He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.”

MC: Miss Hang, if possible, please try it.

MC: Perhaps the light you’ve always been searching for isn’t too far away.

Hang Jiahe: …

Hang Jiahe: Ha… ha… hahahahaha!

Hang Jiahe broke into sudden, sharp laughter. It sounded like a heartrending sob was woven in it, as it resounded in the empty hallway, melting into the rain.

Amid the grey deluge of rain, specks of light leaked through. Maybe the downpour would finally end this time.

Not long after, Simon’s homicide case opened trial, and Wang Chunchong was deemed the murderer. Xingrui Estates declared that they would be depriving Xu Yin of her position and removing her from the family. Only Tyson received the weakest blow, as the evidence for instigation of murder was insufficient. However, lots of people online were saying that they hoped he would “succumb to the demon of illness as soon as possible”.

Thus, the homicide case of the couple in Yaofu Community came to an end.

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NXX Base

After the Hang Jiahe case concluded, the NXX investigation team met up at the base again for discussion.

MC: That’s how the Hang Jiahe case went.

Marius: Thanks for your hard work!

Artem: Thanks for your hard work. You did excellently.

Luke and Vyn nodded at me.

MC: Thanks, everyone.

MC: Enough about me – how’s everyone else’s investigation?

Artem: I’ve already updated Tyson’s case file. I haven’t found any new clues for now.

Marius: I followed what Wang Chunchong said and investigated that guy named Xiao Ren, but…

Marius: I haven’t found anything for now.

Luke: You also found out about Xiao Ren?

Marius: Huh?

Vyn: What a coincidence. I, too, found out about him.

MC: !!!

Luke: Marius, what information do you have on Xiao Ren right now?

Marius: Mainly what Wang Chunchong told me before.

Marius sighed.

Marius: According to Wang Chunchong, Xiao Ren is linked to Heirson’s raw materials purchases.

Marius: Tyson held Xiao Ren to very high regard, and keeps his occupational information on severe confidential status.

Marius: All in all, this person seems pretty mysterious.

Marius: What about you, Luke? What did you find?

Luke: The aunties in the group told me that Zhao Fei kept looking for someone called “Xiao Ren”.

Luke: I suspect that Tyson brought up this person in the recording that he sent him.

Marius: That’s possible. Wang Chunchong also heard Tyson bring up Xiao Ren, so there should be some sort of link between them.

Artem: Luke, that’s not all the information that the assistive team provided you, is it?

Luke: Yep, that’s not all.

Luke: First, the workers in Heirson where the abnormalities appeared were mostly on the production front lines, so what they touch the most are the products.

Vyn: They probably mixed in their developed illegal drugs into the products, resulting in infection.

Luke: That’s right.

Luke: Secondly, about Zhao Fei…

Luke ripped out a page from his notebook and placed it on the table.

Artem: These names are…

Luke: When I was questioning these ten people about Zhao Fei, their reactions were a bit abnormal. I suspect that…

Luke: They’re the ones hiding Zhao Fei.

MC: What about you, then, Dr. Richter? You just said that you also found out about Xiao Ren.

Vyn: I spoke with half of the 20 special respondents and noticed that it was the same doctor in charge of their examinations.

Vyn: And that person is named “Xiao Ren”.

Vyn: So I suspect that this person knows many secrets regarding Heirson’s experimental data.

MC: If so, this Xiao Ren person knows about where raw materials come from and can deal with the experimental data…

MC: If we can find him, we might be able to patch up the missing part in our evidence chain against Heirson.

Marius: So this Xiao Ren is going to be our investigative focal point from now on?

Luke: Leave it to me, then. I’m the best when it comes to finding people.

Artem: Then leave Zhao Fei to me. I just happen to have something I want to confirm with him.

Vyn: I have only met with the special patients. I will continue to meet with the remaining bunch.

Vyn: Marius, what are your plans?

Marius: Me? I plan to go see Hang Jiahe.

Marius: She wanted to find reporters in the past to drop major news about Heirson, and she’s now in jail…

Marius: We should find out what this news is.

MC: Oh yeah, I’d forgotten about that!

Marius: So, jiejie, want to come with me to see Hang Jiahe? After all, only the two of us know her the best.

MC: Uh…

I suddenly had a bad feeling.

Luke: Marius, do you really need someone to accompany you just to go see someone?

Marius: I’m not going to see a typical person, am I? I’m going to see someone who might give us an important clue.

Marius: It makes sense to be a little more cautious and bring someone else.

Luke: Then just bring your assistant. If anything else, then bring some recording equipment.

Luke: Convenient, and it can record in real time.

MC: …

Right after, Artem spoke.

Artem: Zhao Fei’s case was ours to begin with, and now that we have clues…

Artem: MC, let’s finish it off, alright?

MC: Lawyer Wing…

Vyn: I may be overstepping, but…

Vyn stepped in just before Artem could speak again.

Vyn: May I trouble you to go with me next?

Vyn: There’s a special patient that I need your assistance with.

Faced with their “eager” eyes, I was very sure that –

The investigation team seriously needs to recruit a new member!

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#Tears of Themis #tears of themis translations #tot translations #lu jinghe #zuo ran #xia yan #mo yi #marius von hagen #artem wing #luke pearce #vyn richter #未定事件簿 #feels bad for hjh :'(

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mrkcore · 3 years

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𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 - 𝐥.𝐦𝐤

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: mark lee x y/n (ft. minor appearances of johnny)

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: college!au, aged down mark

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: mark said forever, even in his songs, but you should have known better. based off of olivia rodrigo’s new single, drivers license.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, i’m sorry in advance

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): cheating/infidelity, heartbreak

𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨: drivers license - olivia rodrigo

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k

𝐚/𝐧: this was finished at 2 am again, so please excuse me if this is incoherent 😌 also, i changed around the order of some lyrics and deleted some sections to fit the story, so it’s not 100% the same. feedback is always welcomed!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @nakamotocore, @astroboy-lele, @infnteen (comment here to be added!)

it was always so simple. even though mark was a year older, you guys planned it out. same university, same program, just different years. as simple as that. or so you thought.

i got my driver's license last week

just like we always talked about

'cause you were so excited for me

to finally drive up to your house

but today i drove through the suburbs

crying 'cause you weren't around

mark started meeting you less often when he entered college. you didn’t think much of it, people always said the first year of college was the hardest. you just assumed the workload was catching him off-guard and he was too busy.

you didn’t tell him about getting your driver’s license. you wanted to surprise him. and you thought that if he was too busy, you’ll just go and visit him instead. before mark graduated, you guys would always be sneaking out at the crack of dawn in his white volkswagen, driving to the nearest mcdonalds, ordering whatever you craved. no cares or worries in the world.

“hey, when are you going to get your license anyways?” mark asked you one night. “i’m always the one driving, am i your personal chauffeur or something?”

“hmm, what if you are?” you tease him. mark shoots daggers at you. “i’m kidding, i’m kidding! maybe next year, when i turn 18.”

“i’m excited.” he leaned back into his seat. “you’d be able to visit me whenever.”

“i’d annoy you.” you snort. he chuckles and playfully hits you.

“you know you’d never.” he looks at you, like he really meant it.

but he didn’t. because now, tears flow down your face as you drive home in your car from mark’s university.

and i know we weren't perfect, but i've never felt this way for no one

and i just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that i'm gone

guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me

'cause you said forever, now i drive alone past your street

mark was always super passionate about songwriting. and when you guys were introduced to each other in guitar club of your freshman year, he finally found a companion to confide his interest in. when you guys snuck out, he would always bring his computer, speakers, and guitar. he’d play you the demos and songs that he had made and would want your opinions on them.

“how does it sound?” he asked you, pressing pause on his computer. it was the last day before the summer of freshman year for you, and he said he wanted to show you ‘something special’.

“yeah it’s pretty good, i think you could do a more complex guitar riff though? it would sound sick if you used E minor and riffed off onto the E major.” you suggested and turned to face mark’s smiling face. “what are you staring at?” you poked him.

“i wrote this about you, you dummy.” he flicked your forehead. “could you not tell?”

“ow, no?” you rubbed to soothe where he flicked you. “its too cheesy, and ‘that sun shining on me, my heart alive and breathing i want only one with you, all the things you make me do for you’? nah, mark lee has a little crush on someone.” you wiggled your eyebrows.

“yeah,” you whipped your head around. “you.” your brain stopped and all you feel is your heartbeat racing. you had never been romantically interested in mark, only friends. but that day changed it all.

“ayo, stop playing the innocent freshman girl.” you huff out. “i have a weak heart.” he taps your chin and turns your face back around.

“dude, i’m not playing.” he gazes into your eyes. “i’m serious, no joke.” your heart starts beating faster, the butterflies in your stomach are wild and your breaths are accentuated by the silence in the car.

and that’s when he leans in. pressing his soft, watermelon chapstick flavoured lips onto yours.

you close your eyes and you feel like you’re dreaming.

“did that prove it?” he says when he pulls away, grinning at you.

“you’re pretty bold making a move on a freshman, bro.” you roll your eyes but your insides feel warm and fuzzy. “and you stole my first kiss!” you exclaim as you push him lightly and he puffs out in disbelief.

“what else do i gotta do to prove to you that i’m for real?” he says, crossing his arms.

“pinky promise me,” you say. “that you won’t leave and you’ll love me forever.” reaching out your pinky. mark laughs, his pinky intertwined with yours.

“now who’s the one who’s cheesy?” he teases. laughing as you angrily attempt to hit him. “i’m joking, i promise, forever.”

you should have known better, promises were made to be broken. but the sticky sweet watermelon flavour stuck on your lips blind you.

and all my friends are tired

of hearing how much i miss you, but i kinda feel sorry for them

'cause they'll never know you the way that i do

yeah, today i drove through the suburbs

and pictured i was driving home to you

you know your friends are tired of you rambling about mark. even though they’ve endured it for 3 years already, they don’t see why you’re still talking about him even when he’s gone. you don’t really blame them though. you ditch them to hang out with mark all the time, it was like he was the higher priority than they were, but you were just realizing.

but could they blame you? mark was the definition of dreamy. anyone in your position would understand and agree. all of the fun, secrets, journeys, songs you shared, you felt like nobody knew him like you did. you felt like you were on cloud 9.

but now is too late, as you realized after mark left that there was no one else that you would, could drive and feel at home with. you feel empty.

and you're probably with that blonde girl

who always made me doubt

she's so much older than me

she's everything i'm insecure about

yeah, today i drove through the suburbs

'cause how could i ever love someone else?

you felt like you had been stabbed in the chest. you stood there frozen, heart aching and numb.

mark told you the address and room of where he was living before he left. when you arrived, you met johnny, mark’s roommate. he said mark was at the production studio probably and he could walk you to where it was.

when you arrived, you saw the back of mark’s head and the back of the sweater you gave him before he left. and right beside him, a blonde girl. sitting comfortably with her head rested on his shoulder. you stood there shocked. forgetting that johnny was standing beside you, he notices the change in your mood and asks if you were okay.

“oh, yeah i’m fine. i was just checking up on him, his mom wanted me to, haha.” you tried to laugh it off. “he needs to call them back to reassure them he’s not dead yet.” johnny’s laugh echos in your ears as you reassure yourself that they’re just friends. nothing’s going on between them, mark is just a super nice person.

“that’s kim aera by the way. the TA for mark’s producing class. i think she’s in her third year? anyways, mark really enjoys working with her. it’s like he lives in the studio, he’s always asking her for suggestions and other stuff.” johnny explains. you tense up, you were the only person that mark had wanted to ask suggestions from. pause, you were. not anymore. but it makes sense, she’s the TA, she obviously had more knowledge and experience in the studio. and she’s more, accessible… “what’s the deal between you two though? mark never mentions anything to me, what’s your name?” johnny snaps you out of your daze.

“oh, uh, i’m y/n, mark’s family friend.” you try to cover up the nervousness and cracking in your voice. “yeah. our parents are close, so her mom can count on me to report on him. haha.” you laugh lightly. “i’m going to get going now, mark is obviously intact, so that’s good. i’ll catch you around.”

“oh cool. see you.” johnny waves, and you walk out the door.

you try to convince yourself that there’s nothing going on between mark and this aera, but reassurance won’t make the truth disappear.

you come back a few weeks later. you thought that after finals, he might be more free, and you guys could finally hang out for once. you thought that after hanging out again, everything would go back to normal. he’d go back to texting you, showing you new songs, and maybe hanging out more often as well.

“oh hey y/n, you’re back?” johnny answers the door once again. “he’s at the studio right now, do you need me to walk you there?”

“i think i’m good, i remember where it is. sorry for disrupting you. bye.” you smiled, and after johnny waves back and closes the door, you walk towards the studio.

you think of many different scenarios of how this will play out, but this isn’t what you expected.

you walk into the studio, about to call mark’s name, but you see the blonde locks again.

“thanks for helping me out with the lyrics, you’re really good with words.” mark says, smiling. “i think you’re a great role model.”

you feel a little jab at your side. lyricism was never your strong suit. you could write beautiful melodies and harmonies, but the words never seem to come out.

your heart stops. right when their lips lock. with the way her arms are pulling mark in by his nape, you can tell that she’s more experienced. you felt like you had been stabbed in the chest. you stood there frozen, heart aching and numb. you bolt out the door, you feel suffocated. you really were naive. if this is what heartbreak feels like, you don’t think that falling in love is worth it anymore.

you don’t look back. that’s the last time you ever see mark again.

apparently johnny asked mark about you.

“hey mark,” johnny calls out. “how was your meeting with your family friend y/n yesterday?”

mark stops dead in his tracks and his heart sinks. you came to see him? how come he didn’t see you? how did johnny know your name? and, why were you his family friend?

“oh uh, yeah it went well, thanks for telling me anyways.” mark escapes to his room.

mk.l

hey

did you come to see me?

you

why?

mk.l

oh, nevermind then.

johnny probably got the name wrong.

red lights, stop signs

i still see your face in the white cars, front yards

can't drive past the places we used to go to

'cause i still fucking love you, babe

sidewalks we crossed i still hear your voice in the traffic

we're laughing over all the noise

god, i'm so blue, know we're through

but i still fucking love you, babe

the world was quieter and stopped spinning. that feeling of being on top of the world all the time stopped too. you stopped going on your phone, you stopped socializing with people in general to be honest. you didn’t know how to face anyone. everywhere you went, everything you did, reminded you of mark. mark’s laugh, mark’s random nose scrunches, mark’s favourite songs, mark’s guitar, mark’s self-written melodies. you can’t go to mcdonalds, you can’t watch the sunset inside your car at the parking lot behind your local church, you couldn’t even pick up your guitar anymore. your melodies and harmonies didn’t come as smoothly anymore. you felt sick, you didn’t want to do music. it’s just not the same anymore. you didn’t feel like you had a purpose.

but you slowly got back up. music became your way of coping. listening to other people’s songs about heartbreak, you felt like you weren’t alone. your first heartbreak, no one there to teach you about it, and no one there to comfort you. so you did it yourself. you had no musical purpose, but now, your music was for you, your own personal expression. all the harmonies, melodies, colours, came back to you. and unexpectedly out of the blue, the words came to you too.

i know we weren't perfect, but i've never felt this way for no one

and i just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that i'm gone

'cause you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me

'cause you said forever, now i drive alone past your street

yeah, you said forever, now i drive alone past your street

the backing instrumentals fade out and the emotion in your voice trickles into the darkness of mark’s room as he closes his laptop.

you found your words. he thinks, smiling sadly. finally.

#mark lee #mark lee imagines #mark lee angst #mark oneshots #mark lee fanfic #mark imagines #nct #nct dream #nct writing #nct oneshots #nct scenarios

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solinarimoon · 3 years

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Fields of Wildflowers chapter 9

Fields of Wildflowers

Chapter 9

A Sihtric x OC story

AN: This is my first attempt at writing smut! Please let me know how you like it! If you want to read the previous chapters for this story, you can find them here. Or you can read my other works here.

Warnings: This chapter contains sexual content and is not for individuals under 18 years old.

Word Count: 3895ish

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“May I join you, Finan?”

Cwen paused to see the Irishman's reaction. He sat, elbows on knees and face in hands along a bench outside the new Queen of Mercia’s chambers.

Startled at her words, he sat up abruptly.

“Cwen, of course.”

Seeing who it was interrupting his thoughts, Finan resumed his slumped and dejected posture.

Cwen’s feet made soft echoes as she padded across the floor to take a seat next to him.

The hallway was thick with heat from the summer air. Dust moats swirled in the sun’s rays that filtered in from the adjacent window.

Cwen leaned back against the wall and took in the sight of her companion.

“Something weighs on your mind?”

Finan ran his hands over his face and sat up to match Cwen’s posture.

“Other than the current illegal occupation of the city by a jilted rival king?”

“Yes, other than that.”

“Well, you might say something weighs on my mind, yes.”

Taking a breath and staring down at his hands, Finan spun one of his rings. Cwen waited several minutes for him to continue.

“I thought this would be a chance for Uhtred to find another path. Another destiny for him to fall behind,” Finan leaned forward once more to rest his elbows on his knees.

“When we failed to win Bebbanburg, when we lost Beocca, it broke him. And we lost everything. Starting over here, in Mercia would have been a fresh beginning for him. For all of us. A place to finally find some peace.”

“Are you so sure that is out of reach now?” Cwen had not had time to process the turn of events with Uhtred abdicating the throne to Aethelflaed. Not as Finan had it would seem. What would this mean for any future with Sihtric.

To have only begun to explore the depths of their feelings then possibly have that torn away from her had not crossed Cwen’s mind until that instant. Suddenly, she felt as if a snake had coiled itself inside her ribs, slowly constricting her heart.

“Are you thinking about Sihtric now?”

“Yes.”

Finan did not pry her to speak further of her relationship with his brother in arms. Instead he returned his attention to twisting his rings and ruminating on his own concerns.

Cwen’s mind raced as she thought about losing Sihtric and the comfort and companionship she had found in him. Without ever even realizing it, she had begun to place him into her future. Seeing herself years down the road, it was Sihtric she saw at her side. But now those images seemed hazy. As if they had lost their focus with this new information. If Sihtric were to leave Mercia with Uhtred, where would that leave room for her in his life.

Finan shifted his posture on the bench. It brought Cwen out of her own thoughts to glance at her friend. Cwen pushed the distressing images to the back of her mind and focused her attention on Finan. The man looked miserable.

“Have you talked with her?”

Finan’s hand stilled but his eyes remained downcast.

“To Eadith?” She pushed.

Cwen watched as Finan raised his head to gaze out the window and take a breath. It was small but his head gently swept from side to side.

“I know that there is so much yet for Sihtric and myself to understand and discuss with one another. But I can say for my part, I do not regret allowing him to know my heart. We have not discussed it but I plan to now. Knowing that our futures are uncertain I must speak with him. But I am sure he does know I care for him.”

“You both would need to be blind to not see it.”

“Well I could say the same to you and Eadith both.”

Finan turned his head to meet Cwen’s face still remaining hunched over upon himself.

“There is mutual affection between you both. And I do not know her plans for the future but I do feel you should speak with her. But who am I to give you advice?” Cwen finished crossing her arms over herself and turning her eyes to meet the window once more.

“I would say you are a friend, Cwen. And one who we have all come to value a great deal.”

Cwen shot her eyes towards the Irishman and quirked a skeptical smile.

“Do you not believe me?” Finan said with a light chuckle.

“No, I do. It is just hard to accept when I have guarded myself for so long. Even before Eardwulf, I did not easily allow people into my life. Ever since losing my mother as a young girl. Even with Aethelflaed, I’ve kept her at an arm's distance you could say. She is a few years older than I am and I love and respect her. And I have no doubt she cares about my friendship as well. But I could never bring myself to confide in her about Eardwulf. About what he would do to me. I told Sihtric I did not want to speak it aloud and make it true. But I also did not want to allow myself to let someone else in so close. It may sound strange,”

“It does not sound strange to me. We all deal with our grief and our turmoil differently. I doubt I would ever have formed such a bond with Uhtred or the others if Uhtred had not endured slavery alongside me. So I understand guarding yourself.”

The pair sat in companionable silence for several moments more. The sound of rustling coming from the door to Aethelflaed’s room caused Finan to stand. When the door did not open, he sat back down and leaned against the wall with his legs outstretched.

“In case you’re afraid of speaking about your feelings with Sihtric, can I offer some advice since you’ve given me yours?”

“Even though it was unasked for?” Cwen replied with a wry smile.

“Aye, even though it was.”

“Please continue, Finan?”

Cwen met Finan’s eyes as he turned to face her.

“Trust him, Cwen. He will not hurt you. I have never, in all my years knowing the man, never seen him as I see him with you.”

Pausing to process Finan’s words, Cwen spoke softly, “what do you mean Finan?”

“I mean the man can not keep his eyes from you. It started at Saltwic. At least that’s when I noticed it. But he could not help himself for staring at you. I don’t think you noticed,”

“I did,” Cwen replied meekly.

“Well whatever is between the two of ya, he is fiercely devoted to you and your protection. He is a loyal man and a strong warrior. But I suspect you could bring him to his knees if you wanted to. He isn’t a man of many words like myself.”

“Oh, you cheeky Irishman,” Cwen interrupted while lightly smacking his arm.

Chucking, Finan continued, “But I know him well. And I know he would do anything to protect you, lady. To keep ya happy. To see you are never hurt again.”

“I trust him, Finan. Like I have never trusted anyone before. And we’ve barely even spoken of our feelings with one another. I want to say that this is just silly girlish fancy. To think so much of a thing without time spent exploring it more. But time has not allowed us that luxury. And even without that luxury, I know it in my heart. I can trust Sihtric to be gentle with my love.”

“Your love, Cwen? Is it love for you both then?”

“I have not spoken the words. But in my heart I know, for myself it is.”

“Aye. I have seen love before. So I can say by comparison, it is love.”

“Thank you, Finan. I did not come here to speak of these things but I am happy we have.”

“Me too.”

After a moment's pause, Cwen chuckled.

“I expect you to let me know once you’ve spoken with Eadith.”

“Och, you won’t let this go will you?”

At that moment, Stiorra rounded the corner and stopped to stare at them.

“What is it?”

“Get the Lady Aethelflaed. You all must see what is happening.”

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Cwen stood atop the ramparts next to Aethelflaed and Finan.

Uhtred and Osferth were approaching the gates from the main road followed closely by Sihtric bringing up the rear on a secondary path. They all had scores of men following in their midst.

They had raised the Mercian fyrd to bring support to the new Queen of Mercia.

“Lady Aethelflaed, your fyrd is here to support you,” called Uhtred.

While the lady spoke to her countrymen, Cwen’s eyes found Sihtric’s.

Her lips parted into a bright smile which Sihtric returned.

Leaning in to whisper in her ear, Finan said, “I told you I saw it. And you’ve proved me right.”

Cwen gave no response. She was too preoccupied watching Sihtric as he and the others made their way back inside the burg’s walls. Aethelflaed had been able to appeal to King Edward’s rational mind and prove they could and should be allies once more.

Quickly, Cwen made her way down the stairs and across the yard to the stables.

After her words with Finan, Cwen knew she must make time to speak with Sihtric alone. There was so much to discuss and so much that should not be left unsaid.

As she rounded the corner, her breath caught in her throat as her eyes found him.

He had not dismounted his horse, but instead appeared to be coaxing the grey mare and running his hand down her neck. He had not noticed Cwen’s presence yet. She took a moment to just watch him. The line of his jaw and the strength of his arms. His strong gentle hands stroked the animal, speaking quiet words to still it’s hoofs. Cwen imagined those hands on her own body, stroking, caressing.

The heat in her body ignited once more. She felt a swelling between her thighs and a pull low in her core.

Sihtric brought his eyes up from his horse and found hers. Slowly, he brought the animal to her side and his eyes bore down on her. Neither of them were smiling now. Their faces both instead betrayed a deeper desire. Sihtric licked his lips which caused Cwen’s own to part as she released a sigh.

“Come with me,” Sihtric commanded as he guided the horse over to a hay bale.

Cwen stepped onto the bale and immediately felt his strong arm wrap around her waist to bring her onto his saddle.

She rode in front of him, feeling the strength of his grip as he kept his hand securely on her waist. Her waist twisted to place her back against him with both legs still placed to one side. She could feel the heat from his breath on her neck and it sent rivers of pleasure down her spine.

Struggling to find her voice, Cwen managed to ask, “Where are we going?”

“Away from the world for a while.”

Cwen brought her finger to interlace with those gripping her hip. Slowly, as they rode through the gates and past the camps set up outside the walls, Cwen moved his hand to settle on her torso. She felt his fingers grip and squeeze her and she desperately wanted to shift his hand lower on her body. To feel his touch caressing her sex.

Instead she arched her back against him and felt his lips ghost along the curve of her neck.

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They did not make it far. Distantly, Cwen could still hear the sounds from the camp. But they were far enough to evade prying eyes.

Sihtric brought his horse into a copse of trees. The ground was softly covered with moss and a warm breeze drifted through the branches.

As smooth as a cat, Sihtric dismounted from the horse, somehow never breaking his hold on her.

When he moved to ease Cwen from the saddle, he kept his body close. Cwen slid along him as he controlled her down off the mare.

Keeping his arms wrapped around her, Sihtric slowly lowered her until her lips met his as he guided her down until her feet met solid ground.

Cwen’s hands gripped his shoulders tight and she fisted her fingers into his shirt.

She felt his hands hungrily move to wrap her waist and take grip of her neck.

Their mouths opened, tongues daring to explore.

Cwen could feel Sihtric’s excitement against her stomach. Thinking of his arousal brought forth even more desire in Cwen and she released a mewling sigh against his lips.

Hearing her sound, Sihtric released her mouth and brought his lips to nip and suck along her collarbone causing Cwen to release even more quavering breaths of pleasure.

“Sihtric,” she breathed, speaking his name like a prayer. The swelling between her legs was leaving her throbbing. She felt her body writhing under his touch and was shocked to know how much she wanted more of him.

“Sihtric, please.”

Sihtric moved to pull back, “I am sorry Cwen. I know I told you I would move slowly,” but Cwen cut him off by capturing his lips once more with hers.

This time it was slow. Full of meaning.

When she broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers.

“I know what I said. But I also know things have changed. Before it seemed we would have time and now,” Cwen paused, bringing her hands to rest behind his neck. “Will Uhtred stay here now? Will you stay, Sihtric?”

Sihtric brought his head back to better meet Cwen’s eyes.

“I can not say, Cwen. But as much as it pains me, it is likely we will leave and return to Coccham or venture somewhere else.”

Cwen broke his stare to rest her head against his chest. Her hands moved to grip his waist and pull him close.

“I will return to you whenever I am able. We don’t know what our future will be but I know I want you in it. However I can have you, Cwen. If you will wait for me.”

Sihtric’s hands drew long slow lines along her spine.

Cwen took a moment to breathe in his scent and calm her beating heart. He smelled of open fields and horses and damp woods. Natural and soothing. Steeling herself, she tilted her head back to stare up at him.

“I do not want to wait to be with you, Sihtric. I want you for my future as well,” her eyes shone as she saw the desire mirrored in his face.

“But take me now, Sihtric. Here and now while I know you are mine.”

She barely had time to finish her words before she felt the heat of his lips crash into hers once more. His body flush against hers and their hands grasped at one another as if scared they would disappear. With chests heaving, Cwen broke apart and turned her back to him.

Sihtric’s hands never left her body and his lips left bruising marks running along her neck.

Slowly, Cwen stepped away from him and brought her hands up to undo the laces of her dress.

She felt him reach out to help her lift it over her head leaving her clad only in her thin, cream colored shift. Cwen’s breath stuttered as she slowly lowered the sleeves from her shoulders, feeling gooseflesh appear on her skin despite the steamy summer night air. The sun had almost completely set, leaving gentle streaks filtering in through the trees.

Free from her arms, she allowed the shift to slide down her hips to pool at her feet.

She heard Sihtric take a sharp inhale of breath then felt as his feet moved towards her and his hands grasped onto her bare hips. Slowly, Cwen turned her body to meet him.

His eyes hungrily took in her nakedness and Cwen watched as he licked his lips.

Cwen shivered as his hands left her to remove his jerkin and leather. Once unencumbered, he wrapped her in his arms once more and took her mouth with his.

Cwen had never been naked in front of a man before and found the thrill of it and of Sihtric’s hands on her bare flesh made her nipples harden and her core become slick with desire.

“Touch me, Sihtric,” she whispered against his lips.

Sihtric took his mouth from her and locked his eyes on to her own.

Cwen left out a small gasp of pleasure as she felt his rough fingers slowly slip between her folds and find the wetness of her desire.

At feeling her excitement, Sihtric could not contain the hungry growl that escaped his lips and he felt his member twitch.

Slowly he began to work his fingers across her, massaging and exploring.

When he finally slipped a finger inside of her, Cwen’s legs quivered and she felt herself lean into his hand so he could more fully cup her sex.

Another moan of pleasure escaped her lips as he entered a second finger and rocked his hand back and forth across her bundle.

“Lie down, Cwen.” Sihtric spoke low and commanding.

Gently, Cwen lowered herself to the ground while SIhtric's fingers continued their exploration, half holding her from falling and half teasing her with pleasure. His free hand supported her lower back.

Once she lay beneath him, breathing husky and low, he removed himself and stood.

Cwen’s eyes watched him as he lifted his own shirt over his head, tossing it to lay with her own forgotten garments.

Next, he undid the laces of his breaches and slid them off himself, releasing his erection.

He stood, his nakedness matching hers and stared down at her.

Cwen swallowed the saliva poling in her throat as she took in the sight of him. Lean muscles from years of training and fighting, littered with scars from battles and survival. She watched as he stroked himself before kneeling down to settle between her legs. He leaned his hard body to support himself on his elbows above her, meeting her eye.

“You must tell me, Cwen. I would do nothing that you feel unready for.”

Cwen could feel her body begging to feel him, begging for release. Her next words shocked her, having never wanted or spoken of something so lurid.

“Take me Sihtric. I want you inside of me. Teach me what being with a man is supposed to be like.”

Sihtric brought one hand up to stroke her face and she leaned into his touch. His member was hot and swollen against her thigh.

“You will never need to know that pain again, lady.”

And he kissed her. He kissed her with a tenderness and an honesty that brought tears welling into Cwen’s eyes.

She felt him reach down to guide himself to her entrance and he met her eyes questioning once more. In answer, Cwen raised her hips to meet him and he pushed himself between her lips and into her core.

Cwen’s back arched and Sihtric watched her body react to him as he brought himself fully inside her. Slowly, he began a rhythm of thrusts, shallow at first, allowing her body to adjust to him, then deeper and deeper.

Cwen felt her walls quaking as he stretched her. As she allowed herself to relax and enjoy the fullness of him, she brought her knees up to wrap around the tight muscles of his ass.

Feeling her move in time with him, Sihtric gripped her hip, leveraging more pressure on her bundle of nerves between them.

Cwen felt his lips along her neck once more and the sensation was nearly enough to push her over the edge.

Sensing her nearing her release, Sihtric pulled his chest up so he could watch the stunning woman beneath him.

“Look at me,” Sihtric commanded, gentle but firm.

She met his eyes, their bodys still pulsating together to an ancient, primal rhythm. Her mouth was agape, cheeks flushed, and hair sticking to her forehead from a fine sheen of sweat.

“Come for me, Cwen.”

And she did. Her release rippled through her as Sihtric continued to hold her gaze. His thrusts meeting her body and sending waves of ecstasy to every fiber of her being. Cwen gripped onto the sculpted sinnews of his lower back as she arched and pulled him even deeper inside of her.

Watching her come undone beneath him was the single most eroitc and beautiful thing Sihtric had ever seen.

When he could tell she had reached the end of her high, he slipped his arm beneath her and shifted his knees to bring her up and on top of his lap.

Sitting face to face, she kissed him deep and slow. Regaining her senses, she began riding him, feeling his own climax building as he watched her.

He brought his hand up to stroke her chest as she arched her neck back to allow him full access.

Cwen continued to ride his length, his thrusts to meet her becoming more frantic and frenzied.

When he reached his peak, Sihtric wrapped his strong arms around her waist and held onto her as her fingers pulled at his hair bringing his mouth to meet hers.

When he was finished he fell back onto the mossy earth, bringing Cwen with him to lay nestled underneath the crook of his arm. Both of them breathing heavily and chests heaving.

“You are the most breathtaking creature I’ve ever seen, lady.”

Cwen raised her eyes to meet his gaze.

“I want you to know I did not plan to bring you out here with this in mind. I only wanted time alone spent with you, but when I saw the look on your face in the stables,” he paused to tilt her chin up so he could capture her mouth once more. Murmuring against it he continued, “I could not help myself. I am drawn to you like a moth is to a flame.”

“I know what you mean, Sihtric. And you do not need to explain yourself. I wanted this and you did everything to make sure I was alright with it. No one has ever looked at me, made me feel the way I do when I am with you. I have never let a man know me so intimately. And I am glad to share that with you.”

“You are my future, Cwen. No matter where I travel, my road will lead me to you. I can not lose you now.”

“You have me, Sihtric. All of me now and all of my future,” she mused while cupping his cheek and placing a gentle kiss along his mouth.

They lay entwined together until the sun had set and the wind began to blow cooler through the branches.

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Happy Birthday・Jack

Card: Birthday Attire - SSR Characters: Jack & Yuu. Mentioned: Ruggie

Chapter 1

—SAVANACLAW DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE—

NRC Campus News Interview with the Birthday Student ~Jack ver.~

Yuu: Happy birthday!

Jack: Oh, thanks. ...I feel kinda awkward.

What does it feel like having everyone celebrate your birthday?

Jack: I’ve never had that many friends ever since I could remember... So this is the first time so many people have wished me a happy birthday.

Even some guys I’ve never talked to before came to celebrate today. ...I’m honestly really shocked.

I mean, this outfit’s not subtle at all, so wandering around in it is basically like saying “Celebrate for me!”

This morning, Ruggie-senpai was teasing me with:

“You’re always standing out ‘cause you’re so huge, but today you’re even one step above that, geez.”

Did you get any birthday wishes from your family?

Jack: Yeah. My little brother and sister sent a birthday card to the dorm today.

It said “Happy Birthday” on it, and they also wrote some things they want us to do together when I go back home.

What did they write?

Jack: A few things, but... one of them was skiing.

I go skiing from the mountain’s peak with my brother every year; looks like he wants to go again this time.

But my 7-year-old sister... always nags us to bring her along too.

I want her to experience the thrill of gliding down the mountain just as much as she does, but...

She’d have to climb up the mountain while also carrying her skis. It’s really hard to get all the way to the top.

She wrote on the card “It’s not fair when it’s just you two always having fun!” ...I don’t know what to do.

I’m still worried about how much endurance a 7-year-old has. I really want to bring her, but we just can’t.

I couldn’t even go skiing down the mountains till I turned 10.

You seem to be very close with your siblings.

Jack: We have a little bit of an age difference. There’s 5 years between me and my brother, and 9 years between me and my sister.

My brother started middle school this year, so he’s been starting to get really rude with me.

...Even though, when he was younger, he used to always follow me around everywhere I went.

Well, a little attitude means I can have some rivalry with him as his older brother, so it’s not too bad.

Your little siblings sound like they really love their big bro~

Jack: !? S-Stop teasin’ me!

Chapter 2

—SAVANACLAW DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE—

You come from a snowy country, right? What winter sports are you good at?

Jack: I’m pretty decent at skiing and ice skating, but the one I’m best at is snowboarding.

Why does snowboarding appeal to you?

Jack: Hm... I like it ‘cause it’s not easy to play.

With snowboarding, all your movements are restricted to your single board, so it’s a lot harder to balance than when you’re skiing or skating.

Actually, when I first started it, I was always just falling down. But now I can manage it pretty well.

Lately I’ve been interested in snowboarding on halfpipes...

What’s a halfpipe?

Jack: You don’t know? It’s a U-shaped course where you can jump and spin while you’re snowboarding, and strike poses.

Right now I’m practicing a technique called a “grab” where you grab your board while you jump.

Oh yeah, there are a lot of weird technique names in snowboarding.

Some are called things like “Roast Beef” and “Chicken Salad.”

I don’t know why they have names like that... But they sound delicious.

They do sound good.

Jack: Right? ...Ah, now I’m kinda hungry.

Let’s finish up this interview so we can go and eat some party food.

Chapter 3

—SAVANACLAW DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE—

What does it feel like when you turn into a wolf?

Jack: My consciousness stays the same, but... my senses get a lot stronger.

The biggest change is my sense of smell. It gets a dozen times sharper than it is when I’m in my human form.

I’m able to sniff out prey on the top of a mountain while I’m at the bottom...

And I can smell leftover traces on the ground, so I could tell who’s passed by.

Thanks to that, I’d be able to sense if a dangerous animal like a bear is nearby beforehand. Pretty handy, huh?

That’s amazing!

Jack: ...Well, there are some downsides to having an increased sense of smell.

I get dizzy if strong odors are too close to me. I really can’t stand artificial smells like perfumes.

In a school with so many people, you never know what kinds of smells you’ll suddenly run into.

I gotta be careful about when I transform.

Tell us some more.

Jack: What? More? Uh... Let me think. Running in my wolf form is hands-down the best feeling ever.

I can get much farther while I’m transformed, since I can run at 60-70 kilometers per hour...

I also like that I can jump more than ten meters when I’m at my running speed.

That must feel amazing.

Jack: Yeah, running around as fast as I can through a winter wonderland is the best feeling in the world!

But in the snowy mountains, there are some cliffs that are hard for me to jump over, even while I’m a wolf.

You hear stories about sleds falling off them, too.

Also, it’s always draining magic energy from me while I’m transformed.

So I still have to be careful, no matter how strong I am physically.

Thank you for sharing all of this with us. Once again, happy birthday!

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