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dingoat · 2 months

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You're a weapon and weapons don't weep - 5 & 13. <_<

[WOW really going for a punch in the guts with this one omg. This is set right at the end of KotET chapter 1, Wrath and Ruin, with a Less Okay Than Usual Watcher Five as the alliance commander, and a Not Remotely Coping Cipher Thirteen as Valkorion's host. A comment like this would be a dime a dozen for 5 talking to literally anyone else once upon a time else but this wretched scenario is the only one where I could possibly imagine him being so callous to 13. Ugh. Someone come FIX THEM.]

Weapons Don’t Weep

Distantly, Five recognised the fact that he would once have been white hot with rage, seething and blazing as he watched the vessel bearing the former Emperor of Zakuul blast out of reach, all the while gasping to regain his breath. The little tickle that fluttered with his heartbeat instead could barely be described as irritation, and even that brief flash of emotion was swiftly lost to the cold emptiness that threatened to swallow more of him with each passing day.

But it was better this way.

Hesitation- sentiment- had lost them their quarry, and only a clear and unclouded mind could be expected to hunt it down again.

Five, Alliance Commander, narrowed his eyes as he turned to the approaching footsteps. Even half-closed, those eyes still bled with unnatural violet light, and he savoured a moment of disgust to see the way Thirteen faltered under his gaze.

“Five…” Should the tone have moved him?

Should the expression that the Cipher wore, torn between worry and fury, shadowed with stress, have given him pause?

Maybe once, but those days had served their time, and there was no place for such things in a galaxy turned on its head. Five didn’t know how much time he had left, but Thirteen still had a chance to walk away on the other side of all this. Only if they won. Only if they burned every last memory of Zakuul to ash and dust. And Thirteen had the miserable, short-sighted gall to try and stop him putting an end to the traitor Senya?

Five adjusted his gaze to somewhere beyond Thirteen’s shoulder, and sucked in a breath as he masked the pain shooting up his leg. With stiff legged steps, he made his way past the Cipher and back into the ruined temple. “Come,” he uttered, ignoring the shocked eyes that followed his passage. He didn’t need to see that glimmer of pity. “And pull yourself together. If you were any other agent you’d be cold on the ground alongside her already.”

Thirteen made a sound, then, and something about that utterly helpless, raw expression managed to drive an edge into Five’s heart.

The feeling was not welcome, and Five wrestled with himself, with the void that grew within him and the responsibility that crushed him from above, with the love that he had all but cast aside and the bitterness that it should end this way. He looked to Thirteen, and he shuddered.

“Five, I don’t…” Thirteen was searching him, his eyes wide and bright with pain, desperate for something to connect with, for something that Five refused to give. “She was… you didn’t have to-”

“She was the enemy,” Five snapped. “What’s wrong with you, Cipher?” “She was his mother,” Thirteen’s breath was ragged, his voice thick with everything he was trying to swallow down, and it made Five ill to witness. How much of his own energy had Thirteen wasted pining after a family that he’d walked away from a lifetime ago? How could something so meaningless as bloodline hold any sway?

“What of it? No, don’t answer. You’ve stalled us enough already, and frankly I do not care.” He stepped off, only to have his movement stalled by a hand gripping his jacket from behind, which caused a fresh jolt of agony to shoot up his leg and through his hip that turned his face white. He bit it all back as he rounded on Thirteen so savagely that the lanky Cipher buckled, finally succumbing to injuries he himself fought to hide.

Thirteen stared up at Five, his Watcher, his Commander, his husband. And Five found himself frozen again, for a half dozen heartbeats that seemed to last a lifetime. Thirteen. His Thirteen. The man who knew him as none else in the galaxy did, who knew the man he had been, the man he might have been. Thirteen, his beautiful face now so rough and sunken, his hair dark with ash and his skin peppered with bruises and blood. His eyes, gods, his eyes, so wide and lost and glittering with tears; Five saw the fresh wet tracks through the grime on Thirteen’s cheeks and almost doubled over at the way his heart tightened and violent pain flooded his leg.

Away, away, he desperately, urgently wanted to sweep Thirteen away from all of this. Shield him and protect him and preserve him. But such sentiment wouldn’t win the war. Sentiment would kill them both and if Five were to truly protect and preserve the love of his life, then he couldn’t afford to see him as the love of his life. Not when there was still work to do. There was too much yet to be done, and if Thirteen insisted on being a part of it then he would have to serve as he was trained to serve, loyal and unflinching. Five wrenched himself out of Thirteen’s grasp and eyed him coolly.

“On your feet, Thirteen, and wipe that childish weakness out of your eyes. You owe Zakuul nothing, you are not their friend. You are a weapon, and weapons do not weep. I believe I asked you to come.”

#swtor fic #swtor #imperial agent #kotet #dingoat writes #watcher five #cipher thirteen #5 and 13 #angst angst angst #with a side of angst #ty for asking though >.>#I hope it's as painful as you hoped for

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nefastum · 1 year

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Hey~! Have you ever heard of AU's where Casca and Guts roles were switched in the Eclipse and it's Casca takes on the 'Black Swordsman' path or a similar path to heal Guts and Guts...well, becomes kind of like a potato or feral man similar to Casca's 'Elaine' persona. What would be your personal take on it if you were interested?

I have seen some role reversal AUs floating around with Black Swordswoman Casca. They are pretty interesting! It gives Casca a central role, so I like that for sure. But, I do feel like she would have done things differently than Guts, at least in my own version.

Casca cared deeply about Guts, and wanted him to go off and find his dream even if it meant without her. So, if she watched Guts lose himself to Femto, and he could no longer go after it I feel like the guilt she would feel would probably keep her close to him. Trying to get him back to health out of guilt and remorse. I imagine they'd end up staying somewhere a lot more permanently than Guts did as BSM. I don't feel like Casca’s rage would make her seak out apostles, more so silently seeth and weep over how the person she trusted most had betrayed them, and how much they've lost because of him.

Without Griffith to guide her or Guts to defend her, I believe she would take on the pragmatic leader role once again. Laying low from Midland and caring for Guts and Rickert is all she can do. Her anger and guilt won't let her abandon them. Unlike Guts, rage is not her coping mechanism. Instead, even dead on her feet she keeps working, buried in managing what's been left to her to keep from breaking down. That, or she does breakdown, and wish herself out of this life. But, she can't do that this time, not with Guts the way he is. Not with little Rickert still depending on her. They were all that was left of the Band of the Hawk. She would make sure they survived.

Gathering resources, adapting to life with one arm, and collecting intel on Midland and healing options for Guts. Maybe there was some way to snap him out of it, some way to wake him up. She didn't know for sure but she had to try.

I do still believe they'd end up at Godot's forge and Guts could theoretically be kept safe locked in the cave. But when the arrival of Griffith return to the physical realm comes, Guts manages to vanish just in time. Casca and Rickert set out to find him, meeting an elf along the way. The Tower of Conviction, refugees are heading that way en masse and Cascs has a sinking feeling Guts could have gotten scooped up by the fold. He was in no state to be alone. She had to find him before anything worse could happen.

Luckily, she and Rickert end up running into a band of holy knights, the leader of which is woman who mistakes Casca and Rickert for poor wounded refugees in need of the church and allows them to travel with them to Albion.

Aaaand that's where I'll leave it for now ♡ thank you so much for this little thought exercise! I kind of want to fully explore it someday~

#berserk #casca #thank you anon ♡#this was lovely!

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ceadgearst · 4 months

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I was born angry and tired

as I grew up I felt pretty wired

but liars perspire to expire my hope

I keep coming back to that dammed dope

I cope, you see

I weep, I seethe

I bleed

I am what I need

And what I perceive

I am what I thieve

#poetry #original poem #poem

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graha-stan-account · 1 year

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As a writer, I feel the need to make it all perfect. Have all the plot points lined up, be perfectly aligned to my research and fact, and see the end before the beginning is put to paper. It's exhausting, defeating, but incredibly satisfying when you find the Right Piece™️ to fit it all together to walk with confidence. But that doesn't happen often enough.

But then I see FFXIV, the emotional mastery shown in its Hydaelyn/Zodiark arc, and the carefully laid bricks that paved the way to the denouement that left us weeping, satisfied and hopeful. The emotional roller coasters. The character development. The seemingly unrelated threads that slowly coalesced into something so meaningful and obvious. How did they do it?

And then I remember the "regular flavored" adventure of ARR that was reworked and pared down and retconned to suit future purpose. The omitted battles, the condensed battles. I remember the threads I thought I lost but they were just dropped and tbd if they'll find use again. The lore of the different peoples of Hydaelyn that they just didn't have worked out at the start that are now more obvious (ex: F'lhaminn). The "cope, seethe, mald" rock we saw That One Time which metastisized into both an eldritch horror and an ancient savoir. It was a slow progression from entropy to order, certainly sometimes a trek through the dark. This is to say nothing about characters' individual journeys and their design, which the team said they felt the need to rework over several iterations to find their happy place.

I'm just saying, FFXIV is a "living document" and we can see in the long term when the team feels the need to revisit matters and rework it to fit new ideas and guess at where circumstances were engineered to fit history. There's no way this was fully formed in 2013 with 2.0 and thank goodness it wasn't. And I think in general we should feel similarly in our fiction, fan fiction, comics, our own game design. There is nothing already done that we can't undo for the sake of a good story - whenever we feel the need. And as we can see, no one gets mad about it. So go forth! Create! And "if history must be unwritten... Let it be unwritten"!

#ffxiv #writing #ffxiv writing #i tried to keep it non spoilery #seeing the commitment to just do what must be done for the sake of a good story im just floored #and inspired

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2clementines · 3 months

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I’m not quite sure how to put this into words without sounding dramatic but I don’t know how to cope with the world anymore. Everything is awful all the time, and I’m one of the lucky ones. And so many people don’t care. They ignore genocide, exploitation, environmental devastation, overconsumption, pollution, corruption, hatred, violence. No one cares. Or those who do are too tired to fight. There is so much nastiness, so much ignorance, such a lack of critical thinking! Education has gone completely out the window. I don’t know how to live without seething with anger or weeping with sadness and disappointment. We could be so much more than this.

#don’t even get me started on people who are still having children #bringing life into this fucked up world is so selfish and reckless #ADOPT #if you need to have a kid so fucking badly choose to raise and love one who already exists

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writer59january13 · 6 months

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Gloriously luxuriating in eternal sleep

Forlorn; bereft of golden (slippered) opportunities I weep; Three score and four years replete with mailer daemons, hence mindset adrip with self denouncing expletive filled bleep unwritten expressed recriminations wielded upon figurative head of wimpy blip; decades elapsed at light speed clip as the world turned days of mein kampf exhibited slow psychologically torturous analogous intravenous slow drip during emerging adulthood approximately half life of mine, when yours truly painstakingly besotted with unrequited love accursed extreme introvertedness severely hobbled coping ability gifted at birth with congenital weakness mama's boy lacked ways and means integrating himself among peers,

no supportive services to equip shy lonely lad devoid of fellowship palmar hyperhidrosis affected slippery grip in tandem with being diminutive aiming to experience childhood's end forever son of a gun flailed with dating later in life compromising, forsaking, and issuing counter productively undermining potential heterosexual relationships invariably shooting from the hip. Eight different prescription medications allow umpteen combinations to yield against bombardment that fate doth wield delivered, signed and sealed courtesy the grim reaper able, eager, ready and willing to maneuver across pitted minefield accessing exiled soul whisking same to idyllic place named Edenfield. Oftimes methinks how cessation to breathe spirit buoyed aloft, where garlands wreath to escape hell on Earth, where neurosis and psychosis seethe within mine sixty plus shades of gray matter symbiotically flourishing at expense of sanity case in point being: anxiety/ panic attacks obsessive compulsive behavior,

schizoid personality disorder,

long in the tooth fellow

his sustenance similar to pablum constituting imperial diet of worms of the Holy Roman Empire - called by Emperor Charles V fit for grown baby,

especially when removing dentures

cuz he must resort to eat soft foods

unless by some miracle I teethe for the second time. Homegrown destructive force muscles, tussles, wrestles,

et cetera within me likened to (but separate from) Intifada, (thus no insinuation this wordsmith linkedin to any militant group) grips mine soul asylum,

a recalcitrant doppelganger within windmills of my mind doth insidiously, poisonously,

and unpleasantly drum

palpably affecting writer of these words to feel glum. No respite whether I repose in deep slumber or lightly awake inescapable melancholic woes

haunts these lonely bones,

whereby system of the down houses reticent persona constituent feature characterized courtesy anhedonia

linkedin with passive suicidal ideation

accentuated when severe crisis erupt analogous to smoldering volcano. Fortunate for me the missus keenly aware plus (despite every now and again contention between us),

she makes crystal clear communicating her displeasure mixed with genuine fear bantering deadpanning facetiously gallows humor I half heartedly asseverate gibberish spouting jargoneer gravely alarms wife helpless to orienteer

conversation away from my demise, thus figuratively switch horses

in mid stream and jockey

to calm her down and lightening verbal exchange by undressing from the waist down revealing laughing stock of skinny legs (easily mistaken for spindleshanks) poking thru underwear charging on imaginary steed

feigning being loco despite NOT smoking weed,

energetic cavorting courtesy

nursing high test coffee, nevertheless ineffective battling fatigue despite flitting to and fro, hither and yon bumbling along (skeletal) joints of mine smoking hot suddenly after sipping strong brew,

I temporarily shuck off lethargy

long enough break to out dancing while simultaneously overtaken

to sing a song of sixpence while wings flutter at the speed of sound buzzfeed appetite for consumption Ecclesiastical History of the English People, one of our best-written sources for early English history authored by Venerable Bede.

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raspberryranpo · 3 years

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Hi would you mind doing something like the BL reaction to their s/o getting kidnapped in the war but for the Black Eagles?

reacting to their s/o being kidnapped

fire emblem three houses: black eagles

oh yeah it’s my birthday tomorrow

+ thank you for 550 followers :):)) ily all kith

EDELGARD

immediate fury. her face has contorted into the most angry expression you’ve ever seen

demands that a search party be put out straight away, she wastes no time at all

of course she’s leading it - once they’ve found where you’re being held, she charges through all of the enemy soldiers, leaving no man standing

the second she spots you, you’re already in her arms. plan of attack be damned, she’s not letting you go any time soon

on the way back home, you ride on her horse with her arms around you, while she whispers about how sorry she is and about how she won’t let any harm come your way ever again

HUBERT

bold of them to lay a hand on the s/o of the hubert von vestra

his facial expressions don’t change but you can feel how absolutely seething he is. if you so much as look at him you’re dead

nobody can actually tell how upset he is, unless you’re that close to him - you can see the lines on his forehead and that the light in his eyes has disappeared

charges into the place you’re being held in with ten times more fervour than he’s ever had - everyone’s afraid of how into it he seems

the way he silently cries and apologises whilst he’s holding you tightly is enough to make everyone cry + they never question your relationship again

DOROTHEA

pretends that she’s doing perfectly fine but cries and weeps in front of edelgard that same night

cant cope knowing that you’re missing but she’s determined to get you back one way or another

barks orders at the soldiers sent out to get you, following them from behind & making sure that everything goes as planned

nobody is spared from her wrath. nobody.

cries for hours on end after you’re found, apologising for being an idiot & losing you

FERDINAND

also cries for a very long time until hubert smacks him & tells him to stop being such a baby

cries for a bit longer because of that but eventually realises that he needs to actually do something about it

did not follow the plan to retrieve you at all - ended up running off from the soldiers and trying to get you himself

once he finds you, he wraps you in the tightest embrace he’s ever given you & refuses to let go, silently crying into your shoulder

sits in the infirmary with you until you get better, only leaving whenever he has to

LINHARDT

nobody’s ever seen linhardt have this much emotion on his face… let alone anger

the pure rage in his eyes is enough to make even hubert quiver with fear, thus motivating everyone to hurry up and find you

your location is pinned down within hours because he’s finally decided to use all of his intelligence

doesn’t allow anyone to come near you other than himself, literally pushing down anyone who dares go against that

he was clingy before, but he’s even more clingy now - he doesn’t let you out of his room, tugging you back into bed every time you try to get up

CASPAR

caspar is normally one of the most cheerful members of the black eagles, and seeing him so downtrodden has everyone disturbed

wallows in his sadness for a little bit & then gets some random motivation to get up and save you in the middle of the night

somehow manages to find where you are and charges through all the guards, hurting himself in the process but never hesitating

he scoops you up in his arms, battered and bruised, like a true hero until eventually someone finds you both

be sure to assure him that he is your hero because he’s really embarrassed that he actually did all of that

PETRA

doesn’t even say anything once she gets the news. just charges out to find you with no plan whatsoever

she has to be dragged back in by like three people because she’s very strong willed… and just very strong

there isn’t much need for a whole search party, just a couple of other people to back her up - once petra puts her mind to it, she’ll knock down anyone in her way

runs with you in her arms, not slowing down for one second - even if you’re twice the size of her, she’ll carry you with complete ease

very fiercely glares at anyone who gets too close to you from thag moment onwards

BERNADETTA

she just screams. she has no idea what else she’s supposed to do so she just screams

wallows in her room for about a week until she finds that they’ve found you - then, she decides to get up and make an effort

this entire event gives her so much more confidence & she’s a lot less quiet after she gets to you

makes sure to let you know how worried she was, and about how sorry she is that she let you down

promises to herself and to you that she won’t let this happen again

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demoneyesanddamagedsouls · 3 years

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Ok so I’ve been trying to find a fic like this somewhere but it’s kinda weird so I haven’t seen any- just like Din and you living together on the crest for a while and your always wearing pants/long sleeves even when it’s hot, and one day he sees you after you come out of thfresher wearing a short sleeve shirt and notices self harm scars 🥺 and he’s really concerned at first because he doesn’t quite know what they are but then he figures it out and he tries to listen to you and your story/ past.

Hi there Anon!

First off, thank you so much for being my first ever fic request!

Secondly, oh my goodness I love this prompt! This is something I have struggled with as well so I loved writing how I picture Din reacting to finding out and looking after you.

I really hope you enjoy my interpretation of this fic! Please let me know if you have any feedback for me as well. I’m always open to critique! And if you ever need anyone to talk to, I am always here, please know you never have to face this alone. ❤️❤️❤️

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The Strength of You

Pairing: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) x Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: Triggering Topics. Self harm scars, revealing & touching of scars, talking about self harming

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Steam filled your senses as you felt the boiling water run through your hair. You hummed to yourself as you washed off the grease and grime of the day in the small fresher. It had been a long day of fixing small parts on the ship and greasing tough gears, you were exhausted but your mind was full. It had been almost a week since you’d seen Din and your sadness weighed on your heart, you missed him dearly. He had kissed you on the forehead and left 5 days ago saying that this could be a longer hunt as the bounty he was chasing was cunning and smart, unlike some of the more hopeless ones he had to find. You recalled the soft touch of his lips on your skin as you pictured his soft smile.

Turning off the shower and hopping out slowly, you picked up your towel and dried yourself off. Pulling on your cargo shorts and a t-shirt that was just a little too big for you, you turned your eyes to yourself reflected in the mirror. This wasn’t something you usually wore, normally opting for some more covered and conservative attire, and it made you feel a little uncomfortable and exposed, so you were fiddling with the edges of the shirt sleeves attempting to pull them down lower. No one’s going to see you, you’re not going to be leaving the ship, you thought to yourself. Not that you really did when Din was on a hunt unless you and the little one ran out of food or you needed certain parts or tools for a particularly tough job. Anyway it was laundry day, and you were just going to have to deal with it. Sighing to yourself you leant down to pick up your holster with the small gun resting inside. You always kept it on you in case you needed it, especially with the type of people Din usually had to deal with. Suddenly you hear some small coos coming from further away in the ship. You roll your eyes to yourself. That adorable little gremlin can’t give you 5 minutes of your own space for a quick shower. You chuckle to yourself.

“Coming little one!” You call out as you quickly buckle your holster to your hip. Dashing out to go find your impatient little baby you close the fresher door behind you and spin around, coming face to face with the masked Mandalorian. The little baby was held in his arms, a small hand wrapped around his leather gloved finger. You freeze in a panic, your face paralysed in shock. He was home early. You’d be ecstatic to see him so soon if you weren’t dressed like you were. Exposed. He had never seen you without your usual long sleeves and pants. Even in the darkness of many nights on the ship you’d kept yourself covered. Din had never pushed you to do anything you didn’t want to do and becoming more exposed was included in that. Just as you had never pushed him to remove his helmet. There was a mutual understanding and respect between you. After many months together as you and Din had grown closer, he had begun to take his mask off around you. He wanted you to see his face, he wanted to be able to see yours without the obstruction of the helmet. He wanted to kiss you, rest his chin in the crook of your neck as he held you close. You didn’t know why you couldn’t bring yourself to show him more of yourself. But it seemed that fate had taken matters into its own hands.

Din swiftly comes to meet you, excited to see you after such a long hunt especially considering he had received bad information. The bounty hadn’t been on this planet, so he’d returned to the ship empty handed and missing your smile and your gentle touch. The little green baby resting in the crook of his elbow, his eyes meet yours behind the mask. He noticed the panicked expression on your face and his happiness dissipated, swiftly changing to concern. Immediately worried about your safety he looked you over, all of a sudden noticing your attire. This was the most he’d ever seen of you. His eyes flick to the scars littering the length of your forearms and along the top of your thighs.

His concern is instantly mixed with anger. “Who did this to you? I knew I shouldn’t have been gone that long… What happened?” Din says his voice modulated by the helmet, but even still you could hear the rage rising in his tone. You don’t respond, your mouth is dry, and your head is spinning. He reaches for the blaster on his hip with one hand as he holds the little baby in the other. “Who did this? Who could have hurt you like this?!” His voice reaches a fever pitch and out of instinct you start backing away pulling yourself into the security of the wall behind you, moving away from the Mandalorian in front of you, seething with anger. You knew it wasn’t directed at you but you needed to get away from his anger, it was only making you panic more, your heartbeat quickly rising.

Din’s focus flicks back to you as he sees you moving away, away from him. Shaking his head, frustrated at himself, he starts to walk slowly towards you.

You keep your eyes trained on the floor trying to calm yourself as you watch his feet move towards you, boots clicking on the metal floor. Inches away from your face you hear him slowly remove his helmet, the hiss of the vacuum seal unlocking and the metal clanging to the floor, his gloves quickly following. Raising your eyes, you meet his deep brown ones, full of worry and anguish, his little brown curls resting haphazardly across his face and his brows furrowed in concern, highlighting the soft lines of age across his sharp features. As you look at each other the baby reaches out for you, making a small noise to get your attention. You smile softly at him and pull him into your embrace, resting him on your arm. As you hold onto the little one Din takes your other arm and looks it over, brushing his calloused fingers across your forearm and the raised scars that adorn your soft skin. Following the trail he kneels down to analyse the markings on your upper thighs. Lightly gripping your thighs in his warm palms, he brushes across your skin, softly caressing you with his bare thumbs. Keeping his hands rested where they were Din looks back up at you a forlorn expression across his features. You release the breath you didn’t realise you were holding as you meet his gaze. He didn’t have to say anything, his eyes simply said I’m here for you. Taking a deep breath, you gather up the courage to tell him everything you’d been holding back. Holding back from the man that you loved.

“Din I- I did this to myself… it was something that I used to cope with everything I was feeling.” The words tumbling out of your mouth, like a dam breaking, filling up the void of noise with your words. “I felt like I was spinning out of control and this was the only way I could ground myself. Its how I used to distract myself from the overwhelming amount of emotional pain I was feeling.” You look deep into his eyes as you continue, tears starting to spill out down your cheeks, “I felt stupid, lonely and worthless, drifting through space never knowing where to go or what to do, uncertain of everything I did. I didn’t know how to vent these emotions, so I took it out on myself. I felt so useless, and I wanted to punish myself for that.” You pause looking at Din through a glassy tear-filled vision. “I’ve never had someone who cared enough about me to talk about this. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about this sooner, but I was scared… scared of losing you…” You whisper, your own words catching in your throat.

A stray tear rolled down Din’s cheek as he reached up to wipe some of the wetness off your face, water welling up in the corner of his eyes. Your heart falls to pieces at the sight. The strongest man you knew, well the strongest man in the whole galaxy, and here he was, knelt in front of you weeping at the words that you had just shared with him. “Little one… don’t you see? These are your battle scars, they make you who you are!” He smiles up at you softly, “It means you fought and fought, but you got back up. You’re a survivor… just like me…” He trails off, his gaze full of love and adoration as he looks up at you. A smile breaks out across your face, full of relief at finally relieving the weight of this huge burden off of your chest. For the first time in your life you had someone to share in everything, someone to confide in, someone to be your true self around.

You kneel slowly, baby still curled up in your arm making gentle snoring noises, to join him there on the floor. Taking his cheek into your hand, you place a gentle kiss on his soft lips. He pulls you in closer and deepens it, trying to express all the love he felt in his heart, all his admiration for you, for the strength you had. Both of you getting lost in the emotion of it all. You both pull away inhaling softly as you both catch your breath, holding each other’s gaze.

“You are so strong my little one… cyar’ika how could you possibly think I wouldn’t love every part of you? You never have to hide yourself from me. You’re so beautiful, so brave… I could live forever in the sunshine that you radiate every day.” A warm smile spreading across his face, revealing the soft dimples that adorned his cheeks. Resting his hand on the top of your leg, just below your shorts, he caresses your skin once more. Reassuring you with his gentle touch. “These scars are just as beautiful as the rest of you, because they’re a part of you. I love you my cyare. You’re my everything…”

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lieblxng · 3 years

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Headcanons | Arceus and Damos

And what happened of Damos and Arceus? An unbelievably large meteorite fell down to the planet, threatening everyone’s lives so Arceus flew up and sacrificed itself to stop it. In the collision, it lost the Life Plates that it was using as protection and it crashed down into the earth. Because of this, it wasn’t able to survive the meteorite well and it was on the brink of dying. It was near accepting its demise, until an older man came up to it, plate in arms and then for the rest to follow suit. His name was Damos. Arceus had bottomless gratitude for saving its life, that when it noticed the conditions of Damos’ hometown that was in shambles, it wished to return the favor. Extracting five plates from itself, those being of Grass, Water, Ground, Electric and Dragon, it formed them into a small, yet dazzling green crystal orb called the Jewel of Life. Being the selfless hero that saved its life, a god, someone who was supposed to be immortal and ever stalwart, it trusted Damos with its entire heart and gave the jewel to him as a gift. Even though that it risks its own life with not being complete with the Life Plates–that’s how much it cared already of this man it met mere minutes ago. With the orb, the town of Michina was revitalized with new life and was transformed completely into a paradise.

Then, came the day where the two’s promise would be fulfilled: on the solar eclipse, Damos promised that he would return the Jewel of Life to Arceus. As Arceus was led into Damos’ home, it was trapped and then was attacked ferociously. Believing that his town would return back into a wasteland if the orb was taken away, Damos defied and broke his promise, and broke Arceus’ heart completely. How could the very man who it cherished as its savior and even friend betray it so? With that, with so much rage building up, Arceus exploded in emotional fury and destroyed everything it could in its vicinity before escaping off with many wounds. It’s presumed Damos and his apprentice Marcus were killed in the wreckage of the shrine, as it never looked back ever again.

Unable to cope properly, and to heal its body, it went into hibernation in its dimension where it would sleep for many, many years. Where it would close itself from everyone and everything it could, to weep alone. That was roughly two thousand years ago, and it only recently came out of this hibernation, three hundred years or so ago.

What made the whole ordeal worse was that Arceus and Damos spent so many nights together when it was healing in Michina Town long enough for even the townfolk to muster up the best place they could for Arceus to rest. They knew each other very well when Arceus was rested up enough to leave on its own to its dimension to finish the recovery. And even when Arceus left, it would often visit to check on Damos and his town, throughout the years. To try and show his own bottomless gratitude, Damos constructed a gigantic, beautiful shrine for Arceus in thanks for everything it had done. Damos was even the one to suggest a human form and a human name for Arceus to take up to help it integrate better on Earth. Which is a big chunk in the reason why it continues to have this name and this form to this day. It is a part of Damos it wants to remember.

And then came the events of Arceus and the Jewel of Life, in future time. To cut it short, some of this section of the movie is less canon to this Arceus, but the betrayal is successfully stopped due to traveling back in time and we find out that Damos was hypnotized during said betrayal. Not only that, but Marcus was the one who really betrayed Arceus, as he was the real one who refused to give the jewel back. Claiming his reasoning was to save the town from becoming a wasteland again, he kidnaps Damos, locks him up and takes over the town, even enslaving the Pokémon who lived at the shrine. Although, Arceus is too wrapped in agonizing, numbing rage to care anymore as it seethes at the bottom of a pit that’s filling up with encasing liquid metals. Damos is able to reach out to Arceus by communicating to its heart and apologies. As this happens, the Jewel of Life is recovered from Marcus and Arceus recovers its powers, and frees itself before freeing everyone else from the breaking down shrine trying to bury everyone alive. Marcus is the only one who doesn’t make it out alive, however. Now with things all cleared up, they notice that Michina Town is not actually on brink of collapse because of how well the humans and Pokémon kept it up together. Arceus, weakened from what just transpired, bids everyone, including Damos, a farewell for now, to rest itself in its own universe. But Damos offers to house Arceus, and not being able to deny, it happily takes that offer.

Back in the future, things still aren’t going well and the Creation Trio has been defeated by an Arceus who was tangled up in mourning to see that everything around it was being destroyed in the process. Being relayed the past memories of what was sewn into the new past, it finally remembers everything and ceases its attack. It apologizes profusely for being in such a blind, emotional fit, upset that it was didn’t register that it was attacking its own creations as previously it was only visiting the shrine to mourn the Damos it knew before the tragedy–little did it know it was causing that much chaos with its waterworks. With that, the surroundings are fixed back to before the fighting and the Creation Trio is healed. Everything is settled down, as a new present is written into the stars and the Legendaries see themselves off after everything they can do to make up for the event. Along the way, Phae is recalling the bittersweet memories it had with Damos, even to his deathbed; its heart ever warm again. Bittersweet since Damos never actually betrayed him and they spent a lifetime with each other, but they only feel like memories. Of the distant past, never to come again. It would do anything in the world to actually experience them. Michina Town is a town it’ll never forget.

#TW Long Post #//i rushed on the end b/c it was sO LONG ALREADY #//IM SO SORRY #//its 4am where i am again help #//it's mentioned in my hcs that the love phae felt for damos is completely platonic #//please respect that man its aromantic and not gonna date his children #There's no need to be so VIP. | Headcanons #Arceus (self) | I have many names~#But deep down I know... | Queue

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The Mystery of the Black Rose Chapter 3

“Any updates so far?” Chief Inspector Kasali asks the Head of Forensics who had just wrapped up the autopsy on Wura.

“I performed a variety of tests using DNA samples and looked through past medical records discovered that this young lady has a history of severe mental health issues.”

“What sort of issues?”

“Wura was diagnosed with clinical depression years ago after she apparently skipped a month worth of classes during her secondary school years. Fearing for her safety, her mother took her to a therapist by the name of Phillipa George who prescribed the depressants that Wura kept on taking until her death.”

“So you mean to tell me that it is said medication that might have killed her?”

“A likely factor because that particular brand of depressant is quite strong and ideally should not be prescribed to young ladies like Wura.”

The Inspector nods. “Looks like I will have to pay this doctor a visit soon. Might also need to have a word with the mother later because if this is the case, then Wura’s case isn’t exactly suicide. We have a potential murder case here.”

Doctor Uche nods. “I also believe that you need to interview Wura’s friends as well. They might give some insight into the family as well.” He suggests. Kasali nods and walks out.

His mind is filled with disgust. So that woman actually killed her daughter indirectly! This is madness!!

Violeta lets out a little groan as she awakens from her deep slumber. A seething pain causes her to stay put on the bed. All that crying and screaming certainly did not help her case either. She sighs as she slowly turns her head, staring up at the large photo of her now deceased husband which she decided to hang in her room.

Every single day she stares at this very picture as it reminds her of her single greatest failure; the failure to save her husband in the nick of time.

Heck, the same thing that she did to her husband was the exact same thing that caused Wura’s death. Guilt overtakes her as her thoughts overwhelm her.

I…I really did kill my daughter….

That forces her to jump off the bed as she slowly begins to panic. “What do I do? What the hell do I do? How can I cope with this pain? This guilt!! Ah!! Violeta see your life!! You have ruined your child’s life, eh?!”

The woman slumps onto the floor and begins to weep again. “Gboyega my beloved husband. If you desire to haunt me for my sins now. Then go ahead and just do it!!”

Meanwhile in Bisola’s room, the woman groans and twists and turns as a nasty dream unfolds. In said dream, Bisola finds herself in a dark forest. There was no one around. Just her. “Hello?”

Her voice echoes throughout the forest but no response. She takes some slow steps as she ventures deep into the heart of the forest, trying to figure out how she got there.

At that moment, she sees a familiar looking raven-haired figure dressed in a white gown. She jumps up in fright.

“W-Wura!!”

The girl in question slowly turns her head, a murderous look in place. “Why Bisola!! Why did you and Mummy do this to me?!! Tope was always better than you idiots because he cared more than me?!! You people also ruined that poor boy’s life!!”

“N-No Wura….you misunderstand…”

“YOU ARE LYING AS USUAL!!”

A knife magically materializes in Wura’s hand as she walks towards her sister who screams and runs for it. She trips over a tree branch. “You are finished!!”

Bisola screams as she is forced to wake up.

“Bisola what happened?” Bisola turns around to see her mother. “I... I am fine. Just a terrible nightmare.”

Violeta sighs and walks over to her. “I understand that you are still trying to come to terms with your sister’s death.” Bisola simply nods, not wanting to speak any further. “Uhm…l-let us go get something to eat.”

“I am not feeling hungry today. Guess her death really affects me.” Says Violeta. Bisola puts on a fake smile. “Then let me go prepare some tea for you.” She then gets off her bed and heads downstairs to the kitchen.

Once she was gone, Violeta simply shakes her head. “This girl is not even concerned about her sister. Like ah hah!!”

Just then, Violeta’s phone vibrates. She picks up the phone and sees a text which read:

No matter how perfect you try to be, your sins will one day destroy you,

You ruined the life of your children and your husband and yet,

You get to have a happy ending? No way!! No way in hell!!

Because it is not just your family that you destroyed,

You have also harmed others beyond your family and you bloody know it!!

Violeta is taken aback by this. “Who the hell is sending this message?” No. Best not to tell any of the kids. Especially that Tope.

#original fiction #wattpad story #wattpad

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