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driaswrld · 6 months

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lovers rock — gojo satoru and geto suguru.

wc : 2.7k

summary : over a bottle of ill-gotten vodka, the trio has a tipsy conversation about kisses.

part of : the star paradox collection.

(comment if u wanna be tagged for tsr!!)

notes : this is heavily based off the fact that reader DID in fact have secret feelings for geto and gojo but never said anything ab it until before the star plasma incident (fic ab that coming soon dw) you may interpret this as reader fell first, they fell harder bcus that's exactly what happened fr

other : satosugu makes fake IDs (based off that one fanart), literally underage drinking??? toru cant hold his alc but wbk this, suguru smokes here too, suggestive convo, mentions of like one curse word i think

current casette : lovers rock - tv girl (anything by tv girl is a tsr song okay?)

The dorms at Tokyo Jujutsu High operate on one solid rule.

All lights out by ten, no exceptions, no buts, ands, ifs or becauses. Curfew is at ten, be in your damn room by ten.

Naturally, Satoru and Suguru mistake ten for twelve.

It’s 9:53 when you walk into your dorm room, and the first thing that greets you are hushed whispers and a smoky smell.

Why is it so dark in here?

From your place at the door frame, your eyes flit to the back of Satoru’s head, silver white strands tickling his nape, uniform replaced with a blue hoodie. Suguru’s sitting across from him, slouched, cross legged like Satoru, hair tied into a ponytail and lips twisted into a thin scowl.

“—wasn’t yours.” Suguru grumbles beneath his breath, a pair of dice clinking softly in his palm, the light from your bedside lamp giving you a sneak peek of the numbers resting.

Three and six. Oh, no, that's definitely five.

“Cost me six hundred yen to get it.”

Satoru seems to ignore him, letting out a huff in defiance.

Suguru grunts, leaning over the side of the bed to pick up a half smoked cigarette, pressing it softly against the edge of your favorite incense holder to collect the stray ash.

“Broke ass.” Satoru mumbles, and though you can’t see his expression from here, you know he’s rolling his eyes. “Freeloader.” Suguru counters, cigarette lodged between his middle and index, and he brings it up to his lips and draws in softly.

He leans forward to drop the dice on Satoru’s leg.

“We’re supposed to split it equally.” You hear a clinking noise coming from Satoru’s lap.

“Like hell we are.” Suguru scoffs, a wisp of smoke leaving his mouth.

“I should get first share, it’s only fair.”

Suguru gets up from the bed, back turned to you as he slides the window open halfway. “We’re not sharing anything.” He flicks the cigarette outside. “I don’t know where your mouth’s been—”

“You tryin’ to fight—”

“Are you two getting high in my room?” Your voice makes them both freeze, and Satoru folds over the bed backwards, head upside down and staring straight at you with a guilty grin, all while Suguru is discreetly trying to fan the rest of the cigarette smoke out the window.

“What gave you that idea?” Suguru murmurs, squinting his eyes to make out your expression in the dim light with a faux innocent smile.

You breathe a chuckle, dropping your bag by the door and clicking it shut behind you. “How did the studying with Nanamin go?” Satoru asks, as if you can’t see him folded over the bed like he’s hiding something while Suguru fans the smoke through the window.

“I fell asleep halfway through, we got boba with Haibara instead.” You say, feeling blindly on the wall for the light switch.

“And you didn’t bring some back for me?” Satoru gasps, near offended.

“Don't change the subject,” you roll your eyes, pinky finger bumping against the light switch, and you flick it upwards with your index. When the light comes on and you face them, your jaw drops.

“Surprise…?” Suguru’s cheeks puff up in a wide thin lipped smile, almost mockingly. Satoru is still hanging off the edge of the bed, cigarette ash curdled on your incense holder, the pair of dice laying on the bedsheets and sure, they kinda made a little mess of your room.

But it's the bottle of vodka sitting between Satoru’s legs that takes the cake.

“You have to be kidding me—”

Suguru shrugs his shoulders, sliding the window fully open, the night air wafting inside.

It's almost curfew. And here they are. You're not even surprised, this is totally in character for them. “Wow, no, Satoru, you're such a rebel?” Satoru kicks his legs back and forth, voice mimicking a girly pitch. “Bad boys are so hot! Tell me all your secrets, toru-kun! None of that?"

“I was there too, idiot.” Suguru grumbles, shoving one of Satoru's legs aside as he steps over to the bedside table to grab the ash covered incense holder.

Satoru flails his legs like Suguru just smacked him, ever so dramatically. “How did you do it though?” You ask, with a near wince, exasperated but curious.

Unexpectedly, Satoru swings the vodka bottle sideways and into Suguru’s arms, the glass making a soft set of clink! sounds from Suguru’s rings as he catches it, both your eyes going wide as Satoru stands on the bed, striking some sort of elaborate pose.

“The date, June fifteenth ‘06—”

You turn to Suguru, confused but he only shrugs in response. “My assistant Sugi-san and I walked into Shinanoya—” Satoru continues his elaborate presentation, meanwhile you and Suguru whisper between his words. "Never call me that again—"

“So that's what you two were doing while you were supposed to be exorcising that curse?”

“He forced me to go along—”

“With these!” Satoru pulls out a mini plastic card, which is supposed to look like an ID, but really it's as flimsy as a piece of paper. You had to admit though, they really did get his good side in the picture. If he even has a bad side, that is.

“And we got the liquor at half price.” Suguru mumbles as you nudge him, and he pulls out his own fake ID, which looks the same as Satoru’s — you think you might want to print these pictures for a scrapbook or something some other time.

“I thought you said it was six hundred yen!”

“I added my service charge.”

“Service? What are you, a whore?”

You take the bottle from Suguru to feel the weight in your hands, and the liquid inside sloshes a little to the side.

Out of sheer curiosity and despite your better senses, you mumble, “Let's play a drinking game then.”

Forty minutes later.

It's drawing near to eleven. The lights are turned off and all that's coming from your dorm room are the sounds of yours and the boys’ whispers and hushed giggles from time to time, barely drowned out by a soft song playing from Suguru’s phone, playlist laying open on his phone, one of Satoru’s picks.

Are you sick of me?

Would you like to be?

“—turn it to your head if you can't answer.” Satoru grins, cheek resting on his palm as he lays across the bed. “Have you ever gotten freaky with a milf?”

A chortle leaves your mouth when Suguru twists his lips into an expression of shock and utter disgust, and you have to cover your mouth to not laugh out loud.

“A milf? Like… forty or something?”

“Not really — just like a hot older woman.” You say.

“Oh, she was around that age then, I guess…�� Suguru grumbles, clutching the half empty vodka bottle in one hand, eyes squinted. “I didn't sleep with her though— I don't just… sling dick around like Satoru— I have morals.”

“Says the one who sucked tongue with an elderly woman.”

Suguru scoffs and takes a swig from the bottle, passing it over to you.

You shrug, coming to Suguru’s defense with a mumble. “I mean, Satoru… you are common—”

“Don't pretty it up, he's ran through—”

“Like hell I am!”

The three of you fold over in a fit of laughter, gasping for air, faces hot from the alcohol and the sheer idiocy of the moment.

It takes all your energy to muffle your combined laughs, and Satoru leans over Suguru’s phone to increase the music volume just a little, lightheaded and nearly knocking the vodka out of your hand, mouthing the lyrics with a lopsided toothy grin.

You like a pretty boy

With a pretty voice

“Your turn.” Suguru nods to you and the liquor in your hand sloshes to the side. “Make it good—”

Satoru tries to interrupt but has to cover his mouth to stifle a laugh when you take a whiff of the vodka, head tilting back and mouth forming an ‘o’ shape — sure, you three were already a little tipsy, but you’re pretty sure this is way past your limit.

Not like you could hold your alcohol anyway.

Suguru was the only one who could survive, you and Satoru were certified lightweights by default.

“Dare me to do anything and I’ll throw up on you.” You huff, and both boys raise their arms up in surrender.

It’s these things, small moments like these that make you want to live forever.

Minus the aging part, or maybe with the aging part — if it meant doing stupid stuff with Satoru and Suguru, young or old, you’re sure you’d have no complaints.

Because it’s them.

“You scared?” Satoru chuckles, drawing you out of your thoughts.

The way he says it, in that tone – it’s the same tone that would make you follow him anywhere.

The same tone that makes Suguru roll his eyes so far in the back of his head you’d think he had a leading role in The Conjuring.

“Should I be scared?”

It’s paired with bated breath, and the way Suguru looks up at you, dark eyes glazed over with a hint of inebriation, waterline bordering on crimson from the lit cigarette tucked between his middle and index – it makes you feel naked.

In a way you’ve never felt before.

“That depends,” he murmurs. You gulp. It’s like the air in here has changed, foggy with a foreign feeling surrounding you three. “Do you wanna be scared?”

Suguru takes a deep inhale of his cig, leaning over to breathe out a plume of smoke. You and Satoru inhale it like you’ve neglected oxygen your whole lives.

Maybe if it were anyone else you’d call it want. Or need.

Something in your soul tells you it transcends that.

She might want a kiss before the end of the song—

“Suguru—” His name doesn't get the chance to leave your mouth entirely, Satoru’s thumb and forefinger already have your chin in his grasp, turning your gaze to him instead.

“What’re you looking at him for?” Satoru mumbles, and you hear Suguru stifles a laugh across from you.

“You think he’s gonna save you?”

You want to laugh, it’s a running joke anyway.

No matter what, you run to Suguru to put Satoru in his place. That time Satoru got you kicked out of a movie theater, or the time Satoru tripped you up during a mission in front of the first years, or the time Satoru ate the cheesecake you hid in your mini fridge —

Whenever little name gets her strings pulled by Satoru, she goes running off for Suguru to save her, right?

But it doesn’t feel like he’s talking about that.

“You need me to save you, name?” Suguru chuckles, and from the corner of your eye, you see him pull his hair loose, dark strands cascading over his shoulders.

“Gonna let him call you weak like that?” He chides, and the cool pad of Satoru’s thumb taps against your bottom lip twice, as if challenging you to say something – to give him your attention instead.

“Nah, don’t need a hero.” You whisper, a soft laugh leaving your lips. “Toru might though.”

Suguru bites back a snicker, head tilting back as he draws in another inhale of smoke. “Aw, don’t bully him, name.”

Because love can burn

Like a cigarette

“C’mon, don’t look at him,” Satoru tilts your head in his grasp, a soft grin forming on his face, dimples on showcase. “Look at me.” He whispers, tugging you closer, and you have to tighten your grip on the neck of the bottle so it doesn’t slip, your palms sweating from the proximity.

“Satoru—”

“Don’t double back now, you laughed a bit too hard at me just now, y’know?”

You open your mouth to protest, shivering when the tip of your tongue grazes the pad of his thumb. Satoru makes a noise in the back of his throat, something between a groan and a scoff.

You wonder if the vodka made you imagine the way his pupils dilated. “Just ask the stupid question—” You try to turn your head away in vain, and this time, Suguru laughs at your expense.

“You ever been kissed before?”

And leave you with nothing

You stiffen, gaze snapping up to meet Satoru’s, only to find him dead serious.

Ofcourse you’ve been kissed before. But not like that— not like—

Like… oh no…

And if you start to kiss—

You bring the bottle of vodka to your lips, and both boys watch with amused gazes, and hint of something you don’t have a name for yet.

“You could’ve just—” Satoru’s hand falls loose over your shoulder as you take a swig, and Suguru shifts forward in curiosity. “—said no.”

“Nobody’s kissed you?” Suguru echoes and you grimace from the alcohol and the sheer embarrassment, shoving the open bottle to stand in the space between Satoru’s legs.

“Your turn,” you grumble, wiping remnants of the sweet liquor from your mouth with the back of your palm.

And the record skips—

Satoru and Suguru exchange a look, one you immediately assume is them reading each other’s minds and gearing up to laugh in your face.

Truly, you wouldn’t blame them — because here you are about to graduate in a year and still haven’t gotten your first kiss.

And it’s not like you haven’t like… gotten close to it— it’s just that the circumstances are never perfect and other things always get involved and you get all in your head and your mind just starts to do the thing—

“Hey,” Satoru’s voice brings you out of your thoughts, and your palms go clammy, folded over your lap. “We don’t care about it, it’s nothing.” He whispers.

“Pretty sure there’s nobody who even deserves to kiss you anyway.” You glance over to Suguru, who’s already outing his cigarette and scooting closer.

Flip it over

And sit a little closer

If anything, it makes you swell with shame rather than comfort.

“Not like that, I didn’t mean—”

“Great job, Suguru—”

“As if you were doing any better—”

And despite yourself, you chuckle. They’re idiots. God, they’re fools.

Now, how many men have you kissed?

Satoru’s fingers dip under the collar of your shirt, playing around with the loose thread.

They made you laugh, that’s enough for him, always has been. He knows Suguru feels the same, but why… why doesn’t he feel satisfied with just that? Like there's something else he should be doing?

“Not fair,” he mumbles beneath his breath, cheeks flushed as he slumps forward, resting his head in the crook of your neck. You think he might be past his drinking limit, he always gets all babbly like this when he is.

“Not fair?” Suguru questions, resting a hand over his knee.

“Yeah, ‘s just not fair — who wouldn’t wanna kiss her?”

“I’m literally right here—”

“Keep listening then, it’s not like I’m lying or nothing.”

You’re not strong like Satoru and Suguru.

You’d say you’re not as beautiful either, or eve half as smart sometimes – you never compare yourselves to them but in the great grand scheme of things— you’ve never wanted to be kissed anyway, not by anyone you don’t feel for.

Not by someone who doesn’t know you in the ways you don’t want to be known.

Very few

In the way you know Satoru hates alcohol, but he only ever drinks it when you and Suguru are around. The way Suguru never likes taking pictures but manages a smile when you and Satoru pull him in for a group photo.

“If I kissed you, I’d never stop.” Suguru breathes, laying back on the bed, rumble of a sigh leaving his lips.

But you offered me a kiss

In the way they both know what you’re thinking before you even say it. The way grocery runs, 24 hour mart stops, week long missions, midnight talks, belly laughs and breaching curfew feels like a love language – something only the three of you speak – like something so foreign yet so familiar.

Why?

“I don’t think I’d remember to breathe again if I kissed you.” Satoru grumbles in the crook of your neck, somewhere between a yawn and whine. “You could have anyone you want, name, a whole line full of kisses…”

“Never really wanted to be kissed to be honest,” leaves your mouth in a whisper, your eyelids drooping shut.

Such a foolish reason, I’m afraid.

I just wanted… to kiss you.

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shadyruinskryptonite · 5 months

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Titan Bending Chapter 8

Warning: Violence consistent with cannon, NSFW so MDNI, language, major character death (both consistent with canon of both AOT and ATLA as well as diverging from canon), so much trauma literally everyone is so traumatized, very much slow burn, a little enemies to lovers, SO MUCH ANGST, hurt/comfort, hurt and delayed comfort, AFAB reader

Chapter Warnings: This is the first chapter where we have actual death, fighting, guns, weapons, murder, running for your life, vomit (not described in any way)

WC: 2877

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As we flee, we take the high ground and watch the cabin from a cliff where we won’t be seen. Not five minutes after we take our new post, there are soldiers storming the cabin.

Armin thinks out loud, “how did Commander Erwin know they were headed here?”

“The government has passed down some new orders. There’s been a freeze on all Scout activity outside the wall. We’re to hand over Eren and Historia.” Everyone collectively stiffens at Levi’s statement.

“Captain, I didn’t have time to tell you, but some MPs came for the Commander right after I left him,” the same member of Hange’s squad relays.

“What, like he’s some kind of criminal?!” I can hear the outrage in Hange’s voice and I’d be remiss to say I didn’t feel the same way.

“They’re bringing this fight out into the open. No more working from the shadows,” Levi declares.

Shit, what have I even gotten myself into with these people?

“They’re going to protect the wall’s secrets at any cost. But why? And what exactly are they after Eren and Historia for? They don’t want them dead, so what are they planning?” Hange asks to no one in particular.

I was wondering the same thing. Then a realization dawns on me, but I keep it to myself. And what if they find out about me?

From the corner of my eye, I know Levi saw my revelation and had the same one himself. He doesn’t address it though, simply adding, “who knows? But they want these two and they’re not being subtle about it, which makes lingering here dangerous. We’ll move Eren and Historia to Trost.”

Just when I was starting to think that I agreed with the little shit. I don’t know a lot, but doesn’t that seem counter productive?

Clearly everyone else was thinking the same thing I was, so he counters, “heading toward the interior would be worse. With Trost in a panic it should be easy to slip in. And if things do go all to hell,” Levi shows his ODM gear, “we can use these in the city.”

Damn, maybe I really should stop doubting him. His strategy seems flawless…Actually…it seems less like strategy and more like survival instinct…

“We don’t know the identity of our enemy yet, I have an idea of how we can change that.”

Well, that caught everyone’s attention.

With part of Hange’s squad in tow, we split as she goes to save Erwin and the rest of us go to Trost.

God, I hope splitting up is worth it. Can Hange and Moblit handle themselves alone if things go to shit? I guess I’ll just have to hope they can…

Levi was exactly right, we slipped into Trost with no issues at all.

There’s a pounding behind us and suddenly, Jean and Armin - acting as Eren and Historia - are scooped up. Momentarily forgetting what the hell we were even doing, I lunge forward. Mikasa merely grabs my arm.

Right, we wanted this to happen.

We break off, following the cart that now has our body doubles. Watching it enter a warehouse, I’m struck by just how easily this seems to be going. As Mikasa covertly watches to make sure they’re buying the plan, I sit on the roof with Levi.

Given the beat of silence, I can’t help myself but to say, “is it just me, or does this all feel a bit too easy?”

“I was just having that same thought,” Levi responds.

As soon as the conversation begins, it ends again as Mikasa returns. At the news of what they’re doing to Armin thinking that he is Historia, I practically begin seeing red. This time it’s Levi that holds me back. They continue back and forth for a moment and he notifies Mikasa of our suspicions that these are amateurs. As he stands, he looks at me.

“Y/n, you’re with me. Mikasa, you and the others come and meet up with me when you’re done taking out the trash here.” The way Levi says this leaves no room for discussion, but I’m still confused. I hold my confusion for a moment, not wanting to delay us any farther.

As we zip through the air, I’m much clunkier than Levi is. I had only just learned the basics of ODM gear on the way to Trost, everyone figuring it was better that I refrain from using my bending unless it was absolutely necessary since no one outside of Levi and Hange’s squads knew about me. Even so, despite fumbling a bit with the triggers of the gear, I managed pretty well because the mechanics are very similar to when I swing from place to place via water.

“So, you wanna tell me why you changed the plan, Levi?” my question sounding harsher than I had intended. “I guess I’m just confused since we had discussed having me go in with the kids. You going in with them as well now that I mention it.”

We land on a roof briefly before jumping back up. It’s only when we’re back in the air that he answers me, saying, “you said it yourself, that was too easy, which means that the kids can more than handle themselves. That also means they didn’t send their A team so we have to figure out where that A team is. Also,” he pauses to land next to the girl from Hange’s team whose name I’ve now learned to be Nifa, “I want you in my sight.”

I scoff and try to hide my indignancy under a mask of playfulness when I say, “still don’t trust me, eh cap’?”

For the first time, maybe ever, he looks me directly in the eyes when he speaks, saying, “you’re an asset just like Eren and Historia, except you barely know how to use ODM gear. I want to be able to see you so that I can protect you. Also, if shit hits the fan and you have to bend, I need to be there to help with the fallout.”

As soon as he’s done speaking to me, he turns to Nifa and asks for an update just as easily as if our conversation had been about the weather. I’m still in a state of shock but I know I have to tune back in, and I do so as Levi is telling Nifa about this fabled serial killer that he seems to know personally.

What does this even have to do with the mission at hand? Does he think the MPs hired the MP killer to work with them?

Just as I’m trying to parse out why Levi would reasonably be talking about this, I feel him shove me around a chimney as he yells for Nifa to look out. The sound of a gunshot and the image I can make out of my peripheral vision tells me that she unfortunately didn’t have a chance to look out.

We can hear who is, presumably, Kenny the Ripper approaching up the roof behind us. Without much time to think, I lean over and whisper, “he clearly is most interested in you, let me hit the ground and follow the wagon on foot, and you be the best diversion you can be.”

I can see him hesitate, but based on the footsteps and now the whir of ODM gear, we’re running out of time. Before he can answer, I make the decision, sliding down the tiles. Before I let go, I just quickly whisper to him to be careful, but I don’t wait for a response - there’s no time for that.

I begin going on foot -- I can see the wagon and there’s enough people in the way that it can’t go anywhere fast. The crowd also gives me a good cover so as to not seem suspicious. I hear a gleeful yell behind me which catches my attention and I look back just in time to see Levi chuck one of his blades at the man that is now confirmed to be Kenny based on Levi’s yell.

I didn’t even know that little shit could get that loud.

Scanning the rooftops, I see two more people zipping around and realize just how bad this is.

Shit! They literally predicted everything that we would do! But, they still don’t know about me, I’m still a wild card…

They rip the cover off of the wagon and before I know it, they’ve killed the driver. I use my ODM gear to hook onto the cart so I can at least keep pace with it. As I do, I collect as much water from the air as I can. From my right I hear more whirring and I prepare to use what little water I have when I realize that it’s Levi. I’m aggravated that he didn’t take my suggestion to lead them away but, more than anything, I’m surprisingly relieved.

That relief is short lived as the cart rounds a corner and Levi has to change course, this time myself going with him.

I’ll go a different way than Levi does, split these people up. Just the way he talks about him, I doubt I could take Kenny myself, at least not with ODM gear. But these other normal people? I at least stand a better chance against them.

While Levi and I initially veer off together, at one point he’s forced right and I instead decide to go left. We’re moving so fast that I almost miss Levi yelling, “what are you doing?!” at me.

There’s no time to yell back.

I glance back and see that Kenny followed Levi, just like I thought. Two of the others are hot on my tail, though.

Shit.

Ice!

I lay ice down so I can slide under a merchant’s cart. Pop left. Is that an alley ahead on the right? Guess I’ll find out. I swing wide and head right. Yup, alley. Knocking over dumpsters won’t help, they’re fucking flying. Oh god, is this alley ending? Fuck where do I go?! Guess it’s fucking up!

While up was the only choice, it still wasn’t great as it puts me practically eye to eye with these fuckers.

Ice again!

Realizing I have my own sort of bullets, shards of ice slide from my fingers. I only meant to slice their lines, but the people themselves happened to get in the way. Oops. Continuing on my upward trajectory, I’m met with more of these soldiers on the roof.

Damnit!

I don’t know how ice can get me out of this one.

There are gunshots in the distance. This draws their attention for a split second. Now! I lurch forward, my hook stabbing clean through someone. I slide low across the tile. In one move, I have my knife from my waistband. In another, a soldier is falling. Sliced achilles heel.

Guess I still got it.

Shots fire. I dodge left and toss my knife over to my other hand while grabbing my spare. Double fisting it. I get the shooter’s throat; someone else’s ankles. Where is Levi and where is that cart?

In the distance I can see what looks like the bulk of these soldiers congregating, all looking in one place.

Shit, either that’s Levi and I’m worse off if I go over there and try to help, or it’s Eren and Historia in which case I need to go over there and try to help.

My choice is made for me when I hear one lone shot followed by a crash and then a lot more. If I had time I’d almost laugh.

Sounds like Levi is givin’ em hell.

And with that, I get to a good vantage point to try to find the wagon. I see motion above the buildings and finally recognize some friendly faces. Moving as fast as I can, I zip off to meet up with the kids. Not wanting to spook them into shooting me, I swing wide and approach from the side. It’s Armin that sees me first and the relief on his face is immediate. He yells to the others that it’s me, and I finally join their ranks.

“Try not to yell like that if you can avoid it, right now they just think they’re looking for Levi and maybe me,” I inform the group.

“Who is they?!” Connie shouts, ignoring my warning.

“Not sure about all of them. The leader is someone Levi knows though.”

No one has a chance to process what I’m telling them before we spot Levi tailing the wagon and, close behind him, is another soldier. Levi makes quick work of the soldier before he spots us, quickly giving orders to not hesitate to kill. Other than myself, Mikasa is the only one that seems unbothered by this idea.

With no opportunity to think, Levi takes out the person in the back of the wagon with Eren and Historia. He then knocks the driver backwards, leaving an opening for Armin. Jean is threatening her. I’m checking if Eren and Historia need any healing. There are swift movements behind me. The soldier has knocked away Jean’s sword. Without thinking, I put myself between the two of them. One smack up, one kick to the wrist. Her gun is gone and her wrist broken. Despite her pain, she shifted to grab her other weapon when Armin discharged his, killing her instantly.

Just as that threat is neutralized, I hear Levi calling our names.

At least three more of them are about to get us. Before we can think, Sasha grabs Armin, Connie grabs Jean, and Levi grabs me. They slip past us and into the gate. We lost them.

If this weren’t an emergency, I would swear Levi looks worried.

Just as I’m starting to attempt to read Levi, he has to drop me to restrain Mikasa, but I can’t worry about that right now. I scramble to my feet and over to Jean and Armin, checking for physical injuries but also wanting to gauge the mental.

Armin is clearly still in shock, but he’s going to crumble any minute, and while I can mother these kids all day long, he’s going to need his best friend.

“Mikasa!” I yell, getting her attention and trying to wave her over urgently.

This is good, it’ll also distract her.

As soon as she hugs Armin, it’s all over. Reality strikes and I can almost see the color drain out of his face. Giving them privacy, I turn my attention to Jean. He has minor knicks and cuts, but nothing serious enough that I need to bend in order to save his life. As I’m looking him over I can see that he’s fighting with everything in him to not cry. Despite knowing that it might make his fight that much harder, I pull him into the tightest hug I can because it’s clearly what he needs. I shoo the others away quietly, knowing he would be mortified if they saw him like this. His machismo is going to be bruised just from me seeing him like this.

After Jean has a chance to collect himself and Armin stops throwing up, Levi has us regroup and head to some semblance of safety, ironically, in the same warehouse where the would-be kidnappers took Jean and Armin. We set up around a small lantern and distributed some rations, but the silence is thunderous.

“What’s wrong? Did all this filth kill your appetite?” Levi asks, breaking the silence.

Was that…was that a joke?!

Whether it was a joke or not, his question at least got the boys talking, which they both desperately needed.

Was even that little light-hearted comment calculated to get them to get this off their chests?

My heart breaks as Armin starts postulating about the dead woman’s personality and why she hesitated.

Another wave of reality washes over Armin as he says, “does that mean…I’m…”

“A killer. And now that your hands have been soaked in blood, the person you once were is gone for good,” Levi interjects.

“Why would you say that?!” Mikasa raises her voice.

Why would you say that?!

He continues, “and you shouldn’t regret it for one second! Because if you’d chosen to keep your hands clean, Jean and y/n would be corpses on carts right now.”

I hadn’t even considered how close of a call this was for me, too.

Levi finishes by saying, “I’ll tell you why you pulled the trigger: because your comrades were about to die. Armin, everyone on our squad survived today because you got blood on your hands. Thank you.”

I’m so stunned, it feels like someone has electrocuted my brain. So this is what people have meant about him caring a lot in his own way. I think I finally see it.

Replaying the conversation, I realize that he cut Armin off when he did, not to call him a killer but to save him from having to say it himself.

As Levi goes over to interrogate one of the kidnappers, I can feel Armin trembling next to me, and Jean isn’t holding it together much better.

It’s going to be a long night.

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folxlorepod · 1 year

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The Real Horror: let's talk money.

Since Folxlore is publicly funded, we wanted to give an insight into our budget, which hopefully might help other audio drama creators out! To get Folxlore funded we go through the difficult and time-consuming process of requesting funding from Creative Scotland, the Scottish government body for public arts funding. We’re very lucky Scotland has an arts funding body, but the process of obtaining funding is competitive and takes a lot of effort. The success rate is about 42%, and we’ve gotten CS funding twice for Folxlore, which I think is a pretty damn good feat!

Part of being CS funded means that everyone needs to get paid fairly, so we pay industry rates for all our workers, while taking into account that our industry is indie podcasts, and not professional podcast.

Interlude: are we indie? Folxlore is publicly funded, we don’t belong to a network, and the show isn’t produced by a big team. We’re 4 people, we self-produce, and our sound designer Dev from Tin Can Audio distributes the show. We pretty comfortably put ourself in the independent category, but some people may feel the amount of funding we get means we’re not. Decide for yourself!

The amount of funding Folxlore gets is publicly available. For our pilot episodes, we received £800 pounds from Young Scot (we were still young back in 2018!). This we split equally between the four of us. Ross, Syd and I got £200 for writing and recording 3 episodes, and Dev got £200 for sound designing the 3 episodes. These are in no way realistic fees, but again, we were young and new to the thing and excited we got to do this new project we’d been thinking about for a while!

Then for Season 1, we received our first proper funding. Season 1 Total Budget: £14,538 Season 1 Funding Received: £12,479

Writers fees - £8,160 We paid our writer team £1,020 per episode, which was the going BBC rate for 11-19 minute radio plays.

Sound engineer fees - £1,600 We agreed beforehand on a fee with our sound designer Dev. They were not yet a full-time sound designer at the time, but despite this, in retrospect, I think we should have budgeted more here!

Producer fees - £966 Producing the show took approximately 8 weeks of work between two people, so this is another area where we underpaid ourselves.

Voice actor fees - £450 Our biggest oversight and biggest mistake in the creation of Season 1 was our VA budget, which was pretty much nonexistent. For the pilot series, our writers had acted as voice actors without additional pay, and so when it came to Season 1, we operated on the same model. This was not fair to our writers, as they should have been paid separately and fairly for both their writing and their performance skills (for clarity, all three are experienced in both).

We did pay the 2 VA’s who weren’t part of the writers team, from our contingency budget.

Contingency budget - £1,322 Vital to any project! We had a 10% contingency. We ended up paying some VA fees from this, as well as some marketing costs.

The rest of our budget included marketing and equipment purchase & hire, some of which were in-kind match funding from Tin Can Audio and In The Works.

For season 2, we spent a good while rethinking our season 1 budget, and requested an increased amount of funding to reflect fair working practices. Season 2 Total budget: £27,819 Season 2 Funding Received: £22,489

Writer’s fees - £8,408 We stuck with the same writer’s fee, although with inflation this was now £1051 per episode. We initially aimed for 8 episodes, but ended up making 9, so we split the total fee 9-ways after agreement from the whole writers team.

Sound engineer fees - £2,280 We also significantly increased our sound design fee to £285 per episode, to reflect Dev now being a professional full-time sound designer. They have since increased their fee, to be more in line with professional standards.

Producer fees - £2,470 We upped our producer budget from 2 weeks to 5 weeks, which is still not quite enough, but covers us a lot more. The going weekly rate by ITC standards was £494 per week at the time.

Voice actor fees - £3,300 Our biggest change from season 1 was our VA budget. We had a total budget of £3300 for VA roles. We split this up in lead roles (£200), small roles (£100), and minor roles (£50). These were based on line-count, but also emotional intensity of the role. We roughly planned for 10 lead roles, 10 small roles, and 6 minor roles, which is about what we ended up with. Because all VAs in Folxlore do more than one role across the season, everyone received a rounded out fee based on their roles.

Marketing budget - £1,410 Our marketing budget increased significantly as well: we included more time to develop a marketing plan, more intricate marketing ideas, and more time to implement the plan under our producing fees.

Contingency: £1,205 Because we’d done this before, we could decrease our contingency budget from 10% to 5% of the overall budget.

Access budget - £2530 Another big change from season 1 is that we had a designated access budget. This budget includes the creation of episode transcripts, 1 paid day off for our core team (most of us are full-time freelancers, so this was a rare treat and something we consider vital to a healthy work/life balance), a day of work for an access coordinator for the writing & recording sessions (me), and budget for any other access needs that might come up during the recording or writing such as travel, equipment, caring responsibilities, and any access needs that were yet to be determined for our hired VA’s.

In-kind funding - £5,330 Like with season 1, we had in-kind funding for this season amounting to nearly 20% of our total budget.

There were some additional budget lines for season 2 that we haven't discussed, as they are for parts of the project we haven't announced yet.

Keep in mind all these numbers are straight from the budget we applied to Creative Scotland with: things will always change during the course of a project and they certainly have for us. Also keep in mind this budget is in pounds!

We hope that was helpful for (prospective) podcast producers out there! We're always happy to talk through how to get public funding within the UK, as that's what we're familiar with: our DMs are open!

#Folxlore #audio drama #queer horror #budget breakdown #arts funding

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DEAD BY DAYLIGHT VERSE

Even from her birth, Gemma's father made it clear that her mother was a nobody, much like she was. Gemma had believed that her mother was dead or something worse. Through paperwork, many years later, Gemma found she was alive but knew nothing of them because of the machine used by the Rossum Corporation. Meaning that to Alexandria, Gemma did not exist, something Gemma had become used to knowing. The young girl knew that she could never have a ‘normal’ family life. But Gemma made sure that Alexandria would not know of her or her Christian's existence, even if this would be possibly the only chance at having a family she would ever have.

During one of the many nights she began stockpiling evidence against her family, Gemma found a secret file. This file contained information about her and what they had been doing to her. Opening it, Gemma was horrified to find out that they had been experimenting on her, using the chair in hopes to remake it and break her in the process. They were hoping to make her a weapon, for the highest bidder. And reading through the files, each line got worse. These things done to Gemma should never happen to anyone. Let alone a child. That was when the voice started, ‘Take revenge, you know you want to.’ A voice that seemed to come from nowhere. However, the thought did cross her mind. Having enough, she would not be their test subject anymore. Grabbing what she could, Gemma stuffed it in her backpack and ran away at seventeen.

Years passed, and Gemma joined the military, slowly amassing kills, almost as if something else lived within her. Something dark. Some soldiers even rumored she e n j o y e d the killing. Whispers began, calling her The Reaper. During this time, she met Jordan, someone who looked past this ‘darkness’ within her. Showed her the gentle touch she had wanted all along. However, that gentleness and peace ripped from her.

Gemma remembers it as such;

“We were out on a typical mission, going in when no one else could or would. You know, because we are the ballsy type. As we approached a small village, things seemed fine and quiet, but we were used to that. So, in that time, we made jokes and, you know, shoot the shit, as you do with people you consider family. That didn’t last long. Nicole, our unit's dog, alerted us to something. So, in typical fashion, we started to scope out the area. But it was too late. We had been ambushed.” Her heart began to race, even when she swore she felt nothing. Gulping, she remained stone-faced, not needing to show them any emotions.

‘Take cover’, ‘coming from the east’, ‘hold your ground.’ The commands sounded clear as day in her mind. If she had done a better job at giving commands, Jordan would still have been here, or if she had not decided to go into the town, he'd be alive.

“So, we took cover and began to return fire, something we were used to dealing with, most of us being seasoned members. Jordan, being my partner in the front. We had been behind cover together, taking turns shooting and reloading. Covering for the other. Stuff we both had done hundreds of times before,” this was where the guilt set in, a survivor who believed it should have been t h e m. “As I reloaded, it jammed for a split second, and that second cost Jordan his life…” Pausing, she struggled internally with speaking the words. “He had been shot. Pretty badly, you get used to seeing gunshot wounds. But because it was him, it felt different… After he fell behind cover,” once again, those screamed commands echoed in her mind.

‘Man down’, ‘Man fucking down’, ‘we need a medevac.’ However, now knowing that there never was one.

“I assessed the situation and called for help, but nothing came. Jordan was dying, and I had to hold off the enemy until my unit made its way to me. I could not cry. Because that would not have done shit at that moment. I was a soldier, damn it. One of our operatives told me we needed to move a bomb was set to go, it was all a trap. And, me being me, I wanted to save him, not just because I loved him, but because he was part of our unit, we do not leave men behind.” The tears fought desperately to fall from her eyes, but Gemma held them back. "Jordan knew he would not make it, so he told the team and me to go. I fought like hell to bring him with us, and when they attempted to grab me, that voice from my childhood. When I felt so much rage returned, telling me to fight back if he meant so much to you. Then something snapped in Gemma, she turned on her men, and in what seemed like a blur, she saw nothing but red, and then, she felt p e a c e.

Blood soaked the ground around Gemma, and the bodies of her team littered the ground at her feet. A laugh escaped her lips as a voice from the darkness beckoned her from over Jordan's body, whispering. 'It is a very mean and nasty place, the world. And it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently. But not you. You became that mean and nasty thing.' Smiling, the woman stumbled over to her lover's body, laying herself over him, blood covering her. As the final ticks of the bomb sounded, she looked up. Face met with a blast of flame. The flame consumed nearly all of her face, and as Gemma thought it was over, something engulfed her, The Red Forest.

A surviving Unit member swears he heard a laugh, something evil coming from her, and a mask. A skull mask shrouded in a cover, then she was gone. Who knows, maybe you will find yourself facing The Reaper.

#066. ᴍᴀʟɪᴄᴇ║Dead By Daylight║#tw: death mention #tw: killing mention #tw: blood mentions #tw: war mention #tw: bomb mention #tw: fire mentions #tw: fire #tw: burns #tw: burns mention

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Congratulations on buying a new home!!!!! So excited for you. What are some things you wish you knew or found out on your own during the buying process?

ok i meant to answer this earlier but y'know HOUSE LIFE BE KINDA HHHHHHHHHHH U KNOW???

i've learned a LOT throughout this process so yeah i can give some gen advice i think

do NOT attempt to put down a down payment or settle for a mortgage that you can't actually afford. Ideally, your rent/mortgage should be about 1/4th of your income and no more. I'm only able to achieve this bc i live with my partner and we split expenses

look at a LOT of houses. like, even the ones you aren't sure of. you'll be driving around a lot but if you're gonna buy a home, you better be damn sure you like it and don't settle for something that doesn't feel right.

unexpected expenses WILL come up and you'll need to account for those within your budget. if shit breaks, its on you to fix it. water heaters and HVAC systems are very expensive, so you wanna be damn sure they're working properly and have been serviced recently

on that note, ALWAYS HIRE A WELL REVIEWED HOME INSPECTOR, DO NOT SKIP THIS!!! make sure its someone who is planning on being in the home at least 2+ hours to review everything, take photo evidence of any issues, etc. walk around with the inspector and ask questions. they should inspect all wall outlets, fuse box, gutters, roof, water pressure and hot/cold water in all faucets, that the heating and a/c works, any water damage or leaks on the ceilings, etc. you're paying them to pinpoint shit that may come back to bite you in the a$$ if you've gotta fix or replace it

always check ceilings and corners for water damage or bulging bc that shit's expensive to fix and could cause mold which can be very dangerous

see what appliances come with the home. the prev owners left all their stuff (washer/dryer, fridge, oven, dishwasher, shower heads, ceiling fans and lights, fixtures, etc) but you may have to budget for buying new appliances

don't get hung up on the small stuff like scuffs on the walls or ugly door knobs. you can always paint over it and small stuff can be replaced. focus on the big picture and if you can see yourself living there with your own furniture and decorations

if you have an HOA, double check what all they're responsible for and judge whether or not the $$ fee is worth what they do. we ran into some over $300 a month and all they did was collect trash. biggest fuckin scam

drive around the area you're looking in to see where grocery stores, malls, hardware stores, general stores, restaurants are. if you find a great place but it's in a food desert and you gotta drive half an hour to get groceries, it might not be a good fit

invest in some tools if you dont have em already. hammers, stud finder, wrenches, pliers, nails, screws, allen wrenches, flashlights, etc. you'll be needing them.

on that note, FB MARKETPLACE AND LOCAL BUY NOTHING/BUY AND SELL GROUPS ARE YOUR BEST FRIENDS!!! you can find sooooo much stuff that's good or next to new for a lot cheaper than brand new at the store. we got two ladders for like $50 when one ladder alone would've cost like $70.

you'll be signing documents. a lot. like, hundreds of pages of stuff. make time to actually read through it. this isn't some TOS page that you blindly accept. this is your fucking house so you better know exactly what you're agreeing to if you're paying $200,000+ for it. if you have a lawyer friend or someone knowledgeable about contracts, ask if they can review things before signing

ummmmm there's def more i can add to this but i think this is a good start!

#house hunting #trashy answers

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hi princess im back <3 okay it took me a while to choose an idea for this akira thirst but i finally decided on one and i want you to hear me out on ex bf! akira🫣

okay so we used to date akira during our last year of high school right ? and he was really in love with us and we were with him. it was really cute and everyone thought our relationship was cute and whatever and the both of us were convinced we’d spend a very, very long time together, prolly forever. we had this really bond that went past thinking the other person was physically attractive; it was a real emotional, mental and spiritual connection. it was great.

until it wasn’t.

the reason why we even broke up in the first place bc of his communication issues :( he never told us about him being a devilman and all that other stuff so we were left in the dark on why he’d disappear in the middle of a date or when something was clearly bothering him. he would even dip and drop off the face of the earth for like two or three days at a time and come back, acting like nothing happened. he didn’t tell us about his true nature bc he didn’t want us involved but we wouldn’t know that . so we broke up with him. seeing akira so sad about the separation and being on the verge of tears reallt made it harder for you. but he never cried, no matter how much he wanted to. akira apologized and admitted his actions were wrong and was regretful he couldn’t— still can’t tell you the truth. you were the only good thing in his life and he’d protect you no matter the cost, even if that cost was losing you. he respected and understood your decision, wished you well and went on his way.

that was 10 months ago. almost a full year has passed since you split from him and it’s been a rollercoaster of emotions. as time went on it should have made things easier, but it only got harder. especially when akira was that kind of ex to check up on you from time to time , asking if you’re okay, how classes are goin, and telling you to come to him if you ever needed anything. he made it really hard to get over him because he was so sweet, and with all that history behind the two of you….

you were in a situationship at the moment. it was on the cusp of becoming a real relationship at any moment. you liked the guy and he really liked you, but your mind couldn’t focus on what he was saying when your thoughts constantly drifted off to that double text akira sent you this morning, the first one was a random tiktok, and the next was an hour later asking if you wanted to grab dinner w him and some friends. lunch…..subtract all the other people there it would be a date…a real date. suddenly all the times of your past relationship with him came flooding back in your mind in droves , every kiss, every sweet word , every graze of skin, every clap of his hips against the back of your ass, or every suckle and bite of his lips on your neck or pussy….it was overwhelming. it took you ten months to realize how much you missed akira. and it bothered you how he can be so friendly and forward and seemed to be doin just fine without you. all those nights you’d spend thinking about him, how things used to be either ended with you having tears in your eyes or your fingers rubbing pathetically at your throbbing clit. or both. but it didn’t feel as good without him.

akira was that ex bf you missed being in a relationship with. damn. maybe you were in love with him.

missing akira was a lot easier when the other guy you were involved with was actually a lame, his current attitude and mentality made him ugly. that same evening, you realized you never responded to akira’s text, or how he promised to pick u up at 7. it was 7:25 and there was a knock on the door and a buzz for your apartment. you dragged yourself to open the door, dressed in nothing but a white tank top ( no bra so your nipple piercings were evident ), leggings and socks. and their akira stood in all his dark, ruggedly handsome glory: his signature black leather jacket ( that you have worn countless times ), black ripped skinny jeans and black comme de garçon converse. he was so sexy, standing here staring at you like that unreadable expression on your face. your knees buckled the longer he eyed you, you had to grip onto the doorway for support.

“a-akira…! i didn’t realize that…” you trailed off. why we’re you still so awkward around him? you’ve talked to him before after the breakup but something about tonight felt different. he muttered your name, in a deep voice that had a whiny, pleading undertone. you had to bite your cheek to keep whatever ‘thoughts’ that were planning to surface at bay. God you missed him. and when did he get so big? if you didn’t have any pride or dignity you

“fuck…” he muttered to himself. confusion was written all over your face at his sudden use of expletives. he stepped forward, his big warm palms latched themselves on your plushy waist and he dipped his head low to capture your lips in a kiss. a kiss that actually made your knees fail for a moment from how passionate, fiery and sudden it was. thankfully akira was so big and strong to keep your balance. all composure you had flew out the window , and the same went for him too. the two of you lost yourselves in each other, willingly with pleasure. your moaning into his mouth caused him to growl , immediately scooping you up by your plump ass and led the way to your bed , sitting you pretty on top of his lap; making u straddle him. he was so needy , you can feel it in the way he made quick work to strip you and himself of your clothes. his desperation made your pussy water and squeeze around oxygen itself. “shit, baby….i missed you so fucking bad. since the day you left—f-fuck,” you grinder your hips on his rapidly growing bulge. it was like his cock had a mind of its own, and it was trying to enter your pussy through the barriers of panties and underwear that separated you—the feeling of him getting so hard for you sent you over the edge . “fuck that dinner, fuck everyone and everything else. all i want is you, all i need is you.” he’s babbling nonsense as he finally gets the both of you completely naked and you drool at his body. it was still as beautiful and sculpted as you remembered it. you let out a mewl and arched your back when he cupped your cunt and slipped a finger inside. “all i need is you and pretty pussy, dripping and so ready for me. all for me , just for me.” he sounded crazed and in love and it only made you love him more .

you blinked , and suddenly he was on top of you, your legs mounted high on his shoulder blades and he was rutting into your sex like a dog going through a hormonal rut. and you took it all, you’ve been waiting for this moment for what felt like ages. and how he was finally back in your arms, and back in between your legs. the sounds of your moans merging together was melodious and only clenched around him tighter. he groaned into your neck, and slapped your thigh at the sensation. he felt like the thread in his stomach would unravel at any moment. akira fell apart for you so easily. it was almost embarrassing

akira was that ex bf that couldn’t leave you alone <3 all those friendly advances were really just him trying to remain relevant in your life. you were his and he was yours, forever <33

I DEAD SCREAMED “NOT THE EXES NOOOO” bc goddamn those rlly be the best fucking tropes and the makeup sex ???? BABYYYYYYYYY. ALLOFFITWASFUCKINNGAMAZINGIHADTOPAUSEFROMWRITING SMSNSNSNSNS. first off i couldn’t bring myself to break up with him my heart would shatter especially seeing him cry NO. NOPE. CAN WE PLS LIKE BRO MY FUCKING CLIT JUMPED WHEN YOU SAID HE SMACKED OUR THIGH LIKE THAT TRIGGERED SOMETHING UNHOLY INSIDE OF ME. i got flashbacks fr like wtf wtf wtf wtf. whew that aggressive WANT he has for me? yeah i’ma marry him. i can’t i can’t i can’t. i can just fucking picture him literally driving himself insane inside of us that he’s literally growling and smacking our ass and pounding so fucking hard PLSASEEEEEE

#◟♡ ˒ *wheezes* mocha’s thirsting.#GODDAMIT SOSA ANSNSNSND DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT #WHY ARE WE DOING THIS TO EACH OTHER #MY PUSSY NEEDS MEDICAL ATTENTION STAT #akira <3 #akira smut #dmcb

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Fighting Arena and spoils.

Before I start here, be warned that there will be alien blood, guts, and carnage here. Dave will be letting loose through pure might. You have been warned!

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Dave had fought his way through a mountains worth of Pokemon, and yet.. He didn’t feel satisfied. There had been no challenge to it. He had been so frustrated that he had vented his frustration to the environment around him.

He didn’t want to hurt the pokemon that simply were protecting their territory, or hurt anyone, even if he was having more violent tendencies. He could feel it at times. The urge to tear something apart, to rip into something.

It was hard to resist it, but he had thankfully that time, but that didn’t mean he would next time.

So, he gave a growl to himself as he looked to where he was now.

He had gone over his books, old star maps and tried to figure out where to go next. And he found out a place that he had forgotten about. To be fair, at the time, he hadn’t had any interest at the time, but now, it was all he could think about.

An arena. More precisely it was advertised to being filled with gladiators that were forced to fight to the death with all sorts of monsters from the deep of space.

Dave’s face split into a grin, hoping this would satisfy his needs for a damned good fight.

He had portalled over there, pretty much going to the register and demanding to be let in. The alien that was the register had taken one good look at Dave and his insistent glare, and pretty much told him; “500 creds admission fee.” And that was all. Dave gave him a few gems, not caring what they were in terms of cost, and the alien gave the gems a few blank blinks, before hurriedly stashing them away. To him, the guy had just bought himself in with at least 5000 creds worth of wealth, if not more. But that wasn’t his concern. Not if the guy was giving the rest as possible tipping fee.

After that, Dave got in pretty easily. They offered him armor, weapons, some of them more simple in use, like padding with studs, steel and the like. The usual gladiator armor that would offer decent protection from most things, but not everything. And weapons were from simple steel blades, hatchets and whatnot, to the more futuristic guns and plasma swords, energy batons, you name it.

Dave denied them all.

“I will go as I am. I’ll be taking everything top wise, but no more.” Dave told the quartermaster. A stocky looking alien with four eyes on each side, purple skin and wispy white hair that was fading since the quartermaster was getting on in years. The stocky fellow gave Dave a serious look, thinking him daft. “You sure boy? There are dangerous critters out there. Some as big as a small luxury shuttle you know,” he tried to warn Dave, but the dragon only gave the alien a nod. “Yes.” Dave said with a resounding and resolute voice. “Absolutely.” The Quartermaster could only give a sigh, a shrug, and let the boy do what he wanted. It wasn’t of his concern of what he did. There had been many a hearty fool like him to come here looking for death in a blaze of glory, so he wouldn’t stop him.

Dave gave only a grunt when the quartermaster walked away, and he was led by a guard towards where he could put his things if he wished. “We remind all participants,” the guard began, “that we are not responsible for your belongings if you should die in the arena. Anything we find that will not be reclaimed at the end of the arena’s opening hours will be claimed as abandoned and sold to cover the cost of your burial.” The guard said in a mundane and listless tone, which told Dave that it was something he had repeated over and over that he didn’t have much of a care anymore in his words.

Dave took off his fancy looking overcoat of sorts, and folded it, then his shirt, and put both folded items into the locker that he had been assigned too, and the guard locked it with a key that he held.

Of course, participants wouldn’t hold onto the keys themselves. The assumption always was that they would die in the arena. And if they didn’t? Then it was a happy surprise for them.

After that, Dave was led to a group of other gladiators that gave him the side eye. All of them were decked out in something and held some kind of weapon. From shields and swords, to blasters, rifles, you name it. All of them were decked out like they were ready for a fight. Even one guy had full on plate set armor with a helmet with a glass visor. He looked like he had come out of a war, or something similar. The metal worn but repaired as it had seen a lot of use. A veteran then.

Dave just gave them all a grunt of greeting, and didn’t say more. Just folded his arms and flexing his new muscles in different ways. He had honestly never been.. This ripped before. He had toned muscles and his arms showed the strength he had in them when he flexed. It was kind of surprising honestly of what this new body gave him. But perhaps, it had been a long time coming in what he had earned through his long life. And probably why this species of dragon fit him so well.

His thoughts were broken off to reality as the gate opened and the restless clanking of armor and shifting people was heard as the first few stepped out.

Dave followed them, and he looked out to the vast arena.

It was massive. It had about 50 foot walls from each side, with a giant dome of energy barring a flight path up, just in case they got a monster that got too eager to fly up, and the arena had to be a 100 feet wide if not more

It looked like it could pack in thousands of people if not more. And oh boy was it packed. Arenas like this were always a spectacle,and Dave gave a soft; “Huh.” At the roar of noise as people cheered on for the bloodletting.

In they entered and spread out, the announcer calling out as the gates behind them closed with a thump of foreboding for those that would not make it.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Aliens and strange creatures all alike! You have come here to see the show of these brave Gladiators come risk their lives! For fortune, fame, or just to find the thrill of the fight!” The announcer proclaimed, amping things up for the crowd. “Take a look my good people! Look at this new group ready for the slaughter! We even have one daring Gladiator today! Entered in with no armor or weapon! I don’t know about you folks, but I think he’s trying to prove a point to some of his mates!”

That got a laugh from the crowd, and Dave gave only a low rumbling growl to himself. He’d show them.

One of the gladiators heard the growl, a younger human male with only the bare bones of armor that he could get. He was slight, small, and carried a rifle, but it looked old and worn, but it would serve. If against things that didn’t have too much armor. “Hey,” the slight young man said to Dave, giving him a hesitant look before speaking again. “Its alright. I mean.. We’ll try and protect you,” he said, trying to be nice, thinking Dave probably couldn’t afford any weapons. He seemed to be like a nice young man.

“Speak for yourself,” came the rough tinny voice of a guttural snarl from the armored figure. “Those who come to the arena protect themselves, not others. Otherwise there is no point, except dying.”

And there came the practical portion of that trope. One offering help, the other, stating things in a cruel, but too true ways.

“I can protect myself,” Dave assured the young man with a soft growl. “Worry about yourself, and that weapon of yours. It doesn’t look like it can punch through much except soft targets.” Dave warned himself, and that got a guttural chuckle from the armored man. “Spoken like someone who’s seen a fight.” the tinny voice said with approval. “Look out for yourselves boys. And you’ll do okay.”

The armored man then stepped away, and so did the boy, looking flustered, worried and embarrassed.

Dave felt for the younger man, but the armored one was right. The more you worried about others, the more you could mess up and only die yourself.

“Now ladies and gentlemen! Without further ado! I introduce you to our creatures of the day!” The announcer said, having finally finished his spiel and it was getting right to the action.

The monsters they were going to fight were gigantic insect like creatures. When they were brought up, they looked like a mix of a spider and a crab in that they were chitinous and different in size and armor. There were smaller ones, about the size of a dog, and the other bigger ones were the sizes of cars or trucks.

After that, the fight was started, and Dave without hesitation went for the biggest target. To go faster, Dave went on all fours, loping on the ground at high speeds, outpacing the others as the other gladiators met the smaller and faster ones head on, and bullets, lasers and whatnot was thrown around to shoot what they could. The bullets and lasers either pinged off of armor or got into soft bits on the smaller ones, making them screech in pain as they either kept going, or died.

Dave however went for the biggest target, the one looking like a bus in terms of size, and he leaped at it. It tried to intercept Dave with a pincer, but Dave was too fast for it, his claws punching through its eye as Dave roared with glee as he punched through its multiple eyes, “MINE!” He roared out to his prey as he tore the thing to pieces. Tearing away brain matter and chitin, felling it in one fell swoop, and leaping to the back of the next, his claws as he swiped them digging bloody rends like a hot knife through butter, and cracked that one in two with pure strength. Then jumped to the next and the next.

Before long, he had torn through the bigger targets before the others could get a shot in, and had dealt with the smaller ones.

Dave stood on top of one of the bigger ones, roaring, and covered in blue discolored blood. “THAT THE BEST YOU GOT?!” He roared at them, and the announcer gave a laugh through the PA system.

“Haha! It seems we have someone eager for a fight!” The announcer said with a good natured laugh, but up in the booth he was in, he was looking confused. Sure the first batch of monsters wouldn’t kill every single gladiator, well not always. But it was a first that there hadn’t been any casualties.

From the screens he had on hand, giving him a 360 view of what he wanted or needed to see, he could see that none of the gladiators were hurt. Some minor wounds, sure, but nothing else.

Even this strange lizard man that had entered the arena, he had just gone for the biggest fish out of the bunch and punched it in the eye and then tore it to pieces.

He looked over things, then smiled. “Well ladies and gentlemen!” He said with the cheer of a professional announcer. “It seems that we’ve gotten quite the challengers here today, so, lets see if we can’t up the ante a bit!”

He said, and chose one of the more.. Dangerous monsters.

Three headed snakes out from one of the deepest pits of a planet that was highly dangerous.

He gave a grin as he put them up.

There was a mix again, of some smaller, and some larger. But the smaller ones were the size of trucks, and the bigger ones.. They were bigger. 15 feet tall and their heads were all looking hungry and angry.

The Gladiators at the back got ready for the fight, aiming weapons and firearms ahead, while Dave just stood as he went against the bigger targets again, his grin wide, and the gleam in his eye animalistic as he jumped high, higher than should be possible, and tore himself into one of the bigger snakes, its head crying out in pain as Dave dug talons in like its hard scales weren’t even there, and he bit down, and tore a chunk out of the snake.

The cry, and the spurt of blood, made the crowd roar in approval!

And so went the next few rounds. Dave would take out the biggest targets with ease, going at them like a wild animal and tear into them, rip them apart, or rip out their guts, or take the monster itself and smash it into another. The pure strength that the announcer saw was raw. So raw that he had the idea what they had was a monster in of itself there.

The rounds were supposed to be 5 all in all, and somehow, they made it through. Well not all. Some of the Gladiators had gotten cocky and had gotten themselves killed. It happened and the crowd only cheered it on, but those that were smart stuck to the back, picking out targets, going after those bigger targets they couldn’t deal with alone in small teams, the situation requiring them to work together.

There were less fatalities that way, and they managed to work together to take down the bigger targets off.

Except that one damned lizard.

On the last round, the final round. The creature stood there on top of a gigantic ape like creature. It had an outer shell as dense as rock, and stronger than steel. You’d need both teamwork and weapons holding plasma or something like a mining laser to get through that thing, along with smaller ones to make things even but still highly dangerous. They had to have a chance of course, but that was why they sent bigger targets too. To up the ante so to speak, and make the odds stack against the gladiators. But this guy, he just took them down like they were nothing.

The ape had at least given more resistance than the others, the lizardman clawing through and the ape smacking him away.

Instead of getting killed in an instant, he had landed on his feet, and given a grin as a bit of blood came to his lips. Like he had found a challenger.

After that, the ape had been dismantled. Slowly. The arm had been torn off, then the lizard had dug into the things chest, and torn out its intestines, and used the purple, ropey fleshy bit to strangle the thing.

And he now stood there, roaring with the crowd, feeling.. Ecstatic.

The announcer looked at the others. A few more fatalities from those that gotten unlucky. The smaller apes had been about as big as a person and quite strong. So that was no surprise. And those injured were being supported by their fellow Gladiators. They were cheering too. They had won. And no wonder. They would get one hell of a payout from this.

The announcer gave a sigh, and opened the gate for the Gladiators.

“Congratulations challengers!” The announcer said as he opened the gate. “You have won your rounds, and to the survivors, you fought admirably.” He said as the survivors started to make their way back. But the lizardman stayed as the others left.

This made the announcer perk up, “Oh?” He asked, and those that were leaving paused to look back, looking surprised, as well as the crowd. They thought they were done.

“One more!” Challenged the lizardman. “One more round. Solo. Against the strongest and biggest thing you got.” He demanded.

This made the announcer pause. Technically, this was against the rules. Once the rounds were done, then it was done. But. This guy had shown to be an effective killing machine, and he was curious.

“Alright,” said the announcer, “Give me a moment.” he said as he put the PA on mute, and called the owner of the arena, explaining the situation.

“If the boy wants to kill himself so much,” said the gravelly voice of the owner, “then let him fight that.”

The announcer paused, and thought about it. “Alright sir, if you wish.”

He said, and he hung up, putting his attention to the crowd that were sitting there with baited breath, some murmuring in confusion.

He put the PA back on, a wicked smile on his face.

“LADIES, AND GENTLEFOLK OF ALL SPECIES! WE HAVE A BONUS ROUND!” He announced with cheer. Because he would certainly give them a short show, but a short one to remember.

“Former challengers, please make your way back to your waiting area. Your wounds shall be treated, and in your area you will get to watch the show!” He promised as the rest finally made their way back, and the gates closed once more.

The sandy ground of the arena was littered with blood and corpses of both monsters and human, and some not human, there had been casualties on both sides.

The final challenger, Dave, stood there on the monkey, waiting as he looked up.

“Now then ladies and gentlemen, feast your eyes as we get the big beasty ready.” the announcer said as he put in a few buttons, one of the screens showing him the cage he was looking for, and he smiled as he started to phase it into the arena, “FEAST YOUR EYES ON THE TERROR OF THE DEEPS OF THE PLANET GROGGETA, THE SLAYER OF CHAMPIONS, KOLLOG THE DESTROYER!”

Kollog was as big as the walls, about 40 feet in height, and Dave had to jump back, his feet landing on where roughly where the gate was, and as he watched Kollog, he saw that strong phase barriers were put up around the crowd, the barriers blazing with purple light of energy as it surrounded the arena.

This was a massive, rock armored creature. Its face looked alien in that it had a jaw with hinges, and rows upon rows of teeth. And two, beady black eyes that looked at Dave like a mosquito to squash.

Both looked at each other, and Kollog, gave a mighty roar, intending to send this pesky mosquito onto its knees so Kollog could squash it and be done with it.

But to its surprise, the little thing didn’t even budge, didn’t even kneel down in fear, and plead for its life. Instead, he saw the little thing take a deep inhale back, and got a resounding roar in return that shook him back. Not in fear, but in surprise. He could fear that roar rattle in his stone flesh and to his bones. And the two challengers looked at each other again. This time, Kollog took new stock of this challenger.

And both knew, they had found something worth fighting after all.

Dave grinned, his eyes mad with delight, his body tensed and ready to spring into action. He had no intention of changing now, he wanted this fight to be as it was. He wanted them both to feel like they were fighting a David and Goliath, though that stone creature wouldn’t know what that was, Dave didn’t care.

The odds were against him, the crowd was silent with anticipation.

And the announcer finally said, after drinking all of this in, smiled and said; “BEGIN!”

The fight started at the first word, and both challengers rushed to one another. Kollog being faster since he had longer strides, and he tried to stomp down on Dave, but he was gone before he could finish, climbing up the stone creatures leg, and digging his claws in. He swiped at the leg, digging in deep, but Kollog didn’t seem bothered. Rather, he tried to swat Dave away like a bug, but Dave leaped away. His tail swaying in the wind as he jumped from one leg to the next, continuing to climb up, and swiping away at spots to test if he was doing any damage.

He wasn’t. Each swat brought Dave closer as he just jumped away, and each time Kollog tried to smack him again. Growing frustrated with this jumping cricket on his body, trying to hurt him, but nothing worked.

Dave growled in frustration and joy. Finally something he couldn’t just kill in one hit or dig into its fleshy bits and hurt it like that. It would be a death of a thousand cuts at this point, but Dave didn’t want to do that, so he instead jumped back, and used the one thing he didn’t use due to his lack of control.

He used his magic. Calling a bolt of thunder from his hands, and throwing it with his both arms thrust out, channeling mana into the spell, and it struck Kollog, who gave a grunt of surprise and pain.

This little mosquito had bite after all! And Dave grinned as it didn’t even over load the creature he was fighting.

Both challengers gave each other a look of grudging respect. And they started again, Kollog taking this more seriously as he punched down, and Dave dodged with magic, letting himself loose as he infused his claws with power, his mana making blades out his claw swipes, and the mana, like a move, swept out and punctured five digit rends into Kollog’s chest, who growled with pain, but refused to back down, even as blueblack ichor ran down its new wounds, and Dave howled with joy as he took an attack head on as Kollog kicked. Barriers formed around Dave, and the shields took the hit, breaking away and some of the kick just by force came back to Dave who flew back.

He landed and spit out blood, his teeth red as he growled with joy. “That is more like it!” He roared, the two went all out on each other. Dave meeting punch for punch, stopping Kollog’s punch in stride as Dave punched back at it. And Kollog’s arm stung. Dave only grinned as he stopped holding back on everything he could in this form. His strength was comparable if not greater than Kollog, and it was surprising to see it actually happening, and feel it too.

The two continued to go at it, the air booming with each punch, and the two challengers were starting to go ham as each punch was met and pushed back, magic making claw sweeps and electricity flow through Kollog like paper as his skin crumpled away, and he felt his wounds take stronger and stronger hold onto his body.

Even Dave didn’t get through this one unscathed, but he didn’t care.

With one last swipe, this one barely missing Kollog’s head, gouging one eye out, making the stone giant roar in pain, hold into his head as blood gushed out, and the barrier behind him give a warning claxon of its energy there being almost depleted. The shield barely held.

Dave could see that the giant was done, and he panted. Cuts and bruises on his scaled flesh, his blue sapphire scales in some places having flaked off or gotten broken. Dave looked at his wounds, at the blood dripping down his arms, his chest, and knew that he had won. He looked at the giant, who looked at him back with a grimace of pain. Knowing, that his end was finally here, and he looked at Dave with acceptance, to him there was no shame in dying.

And at this point, being in captivity for so long, it was preferable.

The silence lingered between both of them, and Dave, gave an earnest bow to the giant. A sign of respect. They knew only one of them was going down and getting out. Those were the rules.

“May I meet you in the next life, great one.” Dave said with respect to the Giant, then he swiped up, with all of his might, and his magic followed his will, and decapitated the giant on the spot.

Black blue blood spurted out like a fountain, spraying the shield and the wall there with gore, and the crowd gave an exclamation of shock and awe, as the giant fell.

The gate soon after opened up, and Dave walked out, leaving the quiet crowd to stare at the giant’s body.

To be continued.

#the morningstar (dave)#drabble #gore #blood #tw; death #tw; blood #tw; gore

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countlessrealities · 10 months

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Request or randomized kisses meme || No longer accepting

@advnterccs sent: 15. Kiss in the Rain { To your Morty from my Morty uwu }

{15. Kiss in the Rain}

Morty's heartbeat was echoing in his ears. It wasn't as loud as it got when he was extremely anxious or on the verge of a panic attack, but it was still insistent enough to make it impossible for the teen to ignore it. He was trying hard not to let it affect his behaviour, but he couldn't stop the light shaking of his fingers.

Hazel eyes darted towards his boyfriend, who was sitting next to it on the threshold of the French window that led to the backyard of his house. Above them, the sky was covered by dark crowd and the humid smell in the air betrayed that it would be start raining soon. He hated lying to his other self, but Rick had been adamant when he had told him that neither of their counterparts had to know about the hopefully short trip they would go on.

The teen dropped his eyes in his lap. He understood why his grandfather had forced him to promise that. It was a long shot and it really wasn't worth to give the other two false hopes, especially when they could have ascertained quickly enough whether or not it was a real lead. Yet, it still felt wrong.

"Uh, h-hey, I need to...T-There's something I need to tell you," he started, hoping that his voice wasn't as tight as it was sounding in his ears. "I...R-Rick and I are going on, uh, an adventure. I-It's the usual shit...w-well, kind of, but...w-we might be gone for a few days an-and...I wanted to let you know. An-And I wanted to say bye before we leave."

He swallowed, trying to ease the knot in his throat. Was he sounding weird? Too dramatic? He didn't want his boyfriend to get suspicious, but he couldn't help it. He was nervous, afraid even. And yes, his and Rick's adventures got scary and they sometimes still scared him, even after everything he had faced and done, but this was different.

Since that close encounter with that Rick...their original Rick, and damn if he still wasn't struggling to wrap his head around it...the Ricks had been acting weird, even before they had replaced themself with a robot. Now that everything was out in the open between the four of them? He could see how deep the abyss of obsession their two adventure partners were risking to fall in was.

Morty knew that he couldn't risk putting his foot down. Not now, not when his Rick had already proved that he could just decide to deal with it on his own. He and his boyfriends were the only thing keeping the two stubborn jerks from throwing themselves over the edge, as they had done years before. He had to be there for Rick, first and foremost. It was a task he could not fail. No matter the cost.

"G-Geez, I'm making it weird, aren't I?" He made himself go on, managing a chuckle that didn't sound too forced. "I-It's just...I'm going to miss you."

Damn, that was straight out cheesy. Yet, he would have lied if he had said that he didn't mean it. Maybe it was clichéd, maybe it sounded silly, especially since it should be just a few days, but he couldn't help how genuine the sentiment behind those words was.

Suddenly feeling too restless to remain seated, Morty pushed himself on his feet, hesitating just for a split moment before offering his hand to his counterpart to help him up in turn.

Once they were both standing, he found himself playing with the other's fingers. He couldn't tell if it was just a way to distract himself or if he was biding his time. Perhaps, he was merely seeking to prolong the contact.

"I-I have to go soon. R-Rick said that I could stay a while, b-but...he's really, uh, eager to leave." And wasn't that an understatement. "S-So...I..."

His voice trailed off as the first drops of rain started to fall over them. He didn't want to think about the grimmest what-ifs, but it was hard not to, with the weight of revelation on his shoulder and a shadow looming over them all. One shaped like the guy whose actions had been the start of it all, but he wasn't the one casting it. No, it was made of the obsession of their Ricks.

Swallowing quietly, he decided to give up on words and to let his action speak for him instead. With much less hesitation than he had expected, he leant forward, wrapping his arms around his other self's neck and bringing their mouths together.

The rain was falling more and more heavily, soaking their hair and clothes, spreading cold over their skin, but Morty almost didn't notice. His attention was fully focused on the feeling of those warm lips moving against his own and on the taste of his boyfriend's mouth. The moist sweetness and the hint of bitterness left by the dark chocolate they had shared earlier.

Eventually, he had to reluctantly break away to allow them both to catch their breath. As much as he would have liked to just stay there, in his counterpart's arms, getting lost in the kisses they could have fed to each other, he knew that it wasn't possible.

"I-I love you, FM." The words were still so new on his tongue, so foreign. Not just because they had shared them for the first time just a few days before, but also because his counterpart was the very first person he had told them to in a romantic way. "I-I'll see you in a few days."

The last sentence was barely out of his mouth when a portal opened a few steps away from them and Rick's voice called his name from inside it. Their time had run out.

Morty chose to indulge himself for one more moment and stole another quick peck from his boyfriend's lips before letting go of the other's hand and stepping backwards towards the green vortex. One last smile and a wave and he forced himself to turn around and stepped inside it, before he could do something stupid as running back into his counterpart's arm and telling him everything he wasn't supposed to tell.

It wasn't a big deal, if he didn't make the whole ordeal into one. They would see each other in a few days. Of course they would.

#[ ic :: Morty ]#&& Morty Smith #[ When I'm with you i finally feel good enough :: Morty & Morty ]#[ v. Rick Double Morty and Trouble ; timeline split :: Morty ]#advnterccs #[[ the very first idea I had for this was very different ]]#[[ more like a POST angst / relieved reunion ]]#[[ but then I asked myself 'why skip over the angst?' ]]#[[ and it turned into this x'DD ]]#[[ Morty is acting like he's marching towards his death sentence even if ]]#[[ it's not THAT tragic so he's over-reacting ]]#[[ but I guess he's still digesting everything that concerns Weird Rick ]]#[[ and the truth about Rick and himself so he's more emotionally affected ]]#[[ but it's also sweet bc he loves your Morty SO MUCH >.< ]]#;; queue

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blight-flower · 11 months

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Need help with a story title

So basically, I'm making a fic where Wind gets yeeted off a ship during a storm and dreams about beloved figures in the Chain's lives. Especially a certain blue ball of light.

But when he wakes up, he doesn't remember who he is, where he is and why the hell his right eye and arm are corrupted. He ends up in Wild's Hyrule (Post ToTK) and the Champion offers to help him. Yada yada story details and stuff and they somehow meet all the figures in Wind's dream. That's all I got. Oh btw main villain is Ghirahim... For some reason. Idk I just thought about it but it might be plot relevant later.

Here's the writing I've gotten down so far:

Thunder raged on as I tried my best to raise the mainsail. The goddess damned thing got jammed because a certain Four didn’t oil the halyard properly. Two years may not seem a lot to you, but to me? And the adventures I’ve gotten because of a red boat and an indomitable will?

That earned me all the sailing experience that the seven seas has to offer. And this storm was not normal. Not only was this the strongest I have ever encountered, but the amount of monsters we’ve spotted in the past few hours alone just puts the fish in the can for me.

“Legend! Can you get me the oil from the storage below deck!? There should be-” Blegh, a gulp of salt water in my mouth. “There should be loads of oil from the previous crew!”

Legend, the sarcastic adventuring veteran, can only reply with more questions as he desperately tries to bail all the water from the deck. “Why do you need it sailor!? ‘Rule, Four and I are clearly busy here!”

“Exactly my point! If I could do the job tiny failed to do, then maybe I could hoist the sail and play Wind’s Requiem to get us out of this place!”

The veteran nods and immediately drops his bucket. Meanwhile leaving a confused Hyrule and Four, two of the shortest members in a group of nine, to double the muscle and work even harder.

I got a clear view of the monster filled sea before me. If only this was my Hyrule, I would’ve killed those monsters lickety split, but the weather and the old man won’t let me out of this ship unless my goal was to drown. Especially since his wife and newborn were onboard.

No way in hell would he let anyone die in front of them. I struggled to unjam the rusty halyard as the bailing efforts proved to be for nothing. Sky and my best friend Wars were busy helping him fix any possible leaks below and Twilight… He’s just not in good shape right now.

*CRASH* A huge wave clashed against the starboard hull, flinging anything that isn’t bolted or permanently attached to the deck. Which unfortunately included me. Sweet Hylia I feel like I’m flying! But not in a good way.

Seeing my helpless body being tossed into the ocean, Hyrule, the golden heart guy he is, ditches his bucket and immediately rushes over and grabs my hand at the cost of fumbling into the ocean as well. I love you ‘Rule but at least try to think before you act in dangerous situations.

Luckily, Four is able to grab him in turn. His short height won’t do him any good though. “Guys, help! Wind and Hyrule are gonna get thrown overboard! I can’t hold on much longer!”

On que, a line of similar looking blonde dudes came rushing out. It’s always helpful to have a couple of guys who share your real name as allies. Wars was the first to tug on the smith’s body, but even he was having a hard time. Sky and Legend followed suit.

Only two of us weren’t here, or three if you count the Champion. He’s been gone for a year now. Not that we can do anything about it. Flora needed his help, of course we can’t object to any business in Wild’s Hyrule. But still… I miss him. His cooking especially, I don’t even know how we survived this long without getting food poisoning.

“Sweet goddesses, his hand is slipping!” Oh no. I turned to see that my hand is really slipping from Rule’s. I tried to tighten my grasp but it’s no use. Another huge wave came crashing on the other side of the ship, launching me upwards and sementing my fate.

I lose Hyrule’s hand and begin to fall into the sea. So this is it huh? The last thing I will ever see are storm clouds and the worried faces of those who I call my family. And the last thing they will see of me… Desperately reaching out my hand in the hopes that someone will save me.

Yet another to add to their long list of losses. That much I know. It’s weird but I feel a smile creeping up my face as I vanish beneath the waves.

“NO!” Wars’ cry is the last thing I hear before everything… goes… black…

How long has it been since I last woke up? Was it hours? Days? Or maybe even weeks? One thing is for certain though, I’m not where I used to be. This place feels ethereal, glowing. Is it a temple of sorts? Doesn’t look like any of the ones I’ve been to at least.

A couple of stone archways dotted around the place all willy-nilly, as if the builders forgot to consult a blueprint or whatever. The ground below me doesn’t look like ground at all. It looks like glass with a bunch of weird glowing swirls and tear shaped markings.

#linked universe #linked universe fic #linked universe wind #linked universe wild

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I got a dude into Poor Man's Poison today! I am happy! I had planned to send you something different but I feel in the spirit of the moment I should just send you Feed The Machine. Also I have a rare Pokemon card set at work that I tried to see the price of ( looking at it for the cool wolf pin thingy.) The price was 64 dollars. Like, I have very money but DAMN that's a whole videogame for what? A plastic figure and a piece of metal? Not to mention the pieces of paper I guess. I also found out I have very money. I do not own a Roys Royce or a Lambhorgine machine. ( I am never getting that meme out of my brain.) I think it's because I don't pay for rent or utilities. I'll have to figure out what to do with this knowledge. Probably fix the house. I think that sounds reasonable. Me and my sis will have it the rest of our lives, after all. I need to call the junk guy and fix the windows. I told mom I would split the cost but the water bill's acting up and in lieu of finally finding that mother's day card I can try to reduce her stress. We still have to cut teddy's hair so he isn't a mop. Groomer would make him faint. Poor boy is too old for that. He is a small little dog who wants to not exist in the visual sense. He's SENSITIVE, dang it. And he likes to stand on my mother's chest to wake her up.

Nice!!!!! Always a good thing to get someone into a good band. Also yea Pokémon stuff is incredibly expensive (I want the giant mimikyu plush SO BAD but it's 50 dollars :C)

Wow, that sounds like a lot :0c hopefully you'll be able to get it all done!

BOUNTY HUNTER by Fake Type! They always have fun stuff

#Ask #song rec #Oh also!!! Today was my last day at school!!!!!#I get a proper break finally.....#Then I'm gonna be a senior. Weird to think about

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hinatastinygiant · 2 years

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Chapter Thirty

Charades Jasius

Pairing: Haikyuu!! x Fem!Reader

previous | next | 2099

After your fishing excursion with Kuroo, you excuse yourself. Despite how you enjoy your time with him, you also would like some time alone. So, you put your fishing gear down and head off on your own.

On the opposite side of the woods from your bus is another street. You walk out to the road and head towards the conscience store. However, as you're walking through the street, you hear the sound of a car speeding up behind you.

Before you can run into the store, the car crashes into the building in front of you, completely cutting you off. A man with short, messy black hair and thick eyebrows steps out of the car. He holds a bat in both of his hands as he approaches you.

"Hey there, girly," he grins devilishly, "what are you doing out here alone?"

"Minding my own damn business as you should be," you scoff. You reach into your back pocket and realize you've got no weapons on you at all. You need to make sure you keep your distance at all costs.

"Oh? Can't we just mind our own businesses together, then?" he hums, stepping close to you.

"I'm not in the mood right now. Come back later and I might change my mind," you tell him as you take a step backward.

"But that's no fun," he shakes his head. "Don't make me whack you out."

"I'm not making you do anything," you scoff. "Can't you make your own decisions? You're like thirty."

"Thirty? Good guess sweetheart, but wrong."

"Like I care," you spit. "Fuck off."

"Why not spend a bit of time with me before you rush off," he grins again.

"No chance in hell!" a vaguely familiar voice shouts from across the street. You both look over and see Nishinoya with a shotgun in his hand. "Fuck off like she asked or I'll shoot!"

The man with the bat raises his hands and takes a step away from you. "Calm down, buddy. I wasn't looking for any trouble. I only wanted to spend some time with a lovely girl."

"She doesn't want to be anywhere near you, are you stupid? You think a pretty girl would want to be with someone as disgusting as you? Go fuck yourself, dude!" Nishinoya shouts back.

The man looks between you and Nishinoya once more before finally running back to his car and driving the half-damaged thing back down the road. Nishinoya then crosses the road and approaches you.

"You alright?" he asks.

"I guess I'm alright. But what are you doing here? What happened to Monimiaceae?" you respond.

"Kiyoko wanted to see you. I think she wanted some advice on her pregnancy, I don't really know," he shrugs. "I split up with them to look around for you in case you weren't at the bus. And, well, I guess that was a good decision."

"So Kiyoko and Tanaka are here, too? Can we meet up with them?" you ask hopefully.

"Yeah, I'll lead you to 'em! Follow after me!"

You and Nishinoya walk down probably ten blocks before he finally knocks on a door and steps inside, ushering you to follow after him. The second you're inside, you see Kiyoko laying down on a couch. When she sees you, she quickly sits up and gasps. "Y/N!" she smiles, "Noya, you found her!"

"Of course I did," he proudly huffs. "What were you expecting from me?"

"That you'd get distracted and wander off," Tanaka laughs.

"Well for your information I found her rather quickly," he nods.

"We were just about to head to your bus. Should we go over there so you can get some of your things?" Kiyoko asks you.

"No!" you shout rather loudly. "I mean, no. No, we don't need to go back there."

"What's wrong?" Kiyoko asks. "Is everything okay?"

As you sit down beside Kiyoko, you explain the whole situation about Tsukishima. They all stare at you with wide eyes and their jaws to the ground. They're just as surprised as anyone else when they realized someone must have killed him.

"We should go back," Tanaka nods.

"What? No, I don't want to put you guys at risk. They're probably already suspicious of me because of how long I've been gone for. I can't make you look guilty, too," you disagree.

"Trust us, Y/N," Kiyoko says, "we're going to help you figure out what really happened to him. I'm so sorry, I can hardly believe someone would actually do that..."

"Me neither," Nishinoya nods sadly.

"So it's settled then," Tanaka interrupts the sad moment, "We're going to help."

"Fine, but before we go, do any of you have extra food? I'm starving and if I go on an empty stomach I'll just get upset and look even more guilty," you smile awkwardly.

"Of course," Kiyoko grins as she reaches for the arm of the couch to help her to stand. "Follow me."

"Y/N!" Bokuto gasps when he sees you approaching the bus. "You're back! I was so worried!"

Bokuto runs so fast towards you that he twists his ankle and falls face-first into the ground. You race towards him to help him up.

"Are you alright?" you ask as you look upon his dirt-covered face. He's also got a black eye which looks fresh. Were they fighting again while you were gone? "What happened?"

"Kuroo and Atsumu," he breathes as he stands up with your guidance. "They were going at it again. I made the mistake of getting in the middle of it so it kind of was my fault."

"Come on, I'll bring you inside. You need to ice your eye. Kiyoko-"

"Go 'head," she says before you can even explain yourself. "Help him out. We'll talk to Kuroo and Atsumu."

"Thanks. Kiyoko, I'll meet up with you in a bit. If you need anything, let me know."

"I will. See you in a bit, Y/N," she waves.

"Oh, look, there's Kuroo!" Noya points out as you guide Bokuto up the steps to the bus.

When you get inside, you sit him down on the couch. "Brings back memories," you smile softly as you walk towards your medical supplies and break open a cold pack. You then walk back to him and sit down on his left.

"Hard to believe that wasn't yesterday," he smiles as you place the cold pack on his eye. "You've been so good to me, Y/N. I really don't know how I can repay everything you've done for me."

"We've talked about this, Bokuto. You mean a lot to me. All of you guys do," you say as your smile fades into a slight frown. "I can't believe this is happening."

"I was worried when you came back without him," he whispers as he puts his hand on your cheek. "I thought Kuroo might've... Shit, I feel like such a dick even thinking that way about him."

"I know what you mean," you nod. "But he's been here for so long. Why now would he have chosen to get rid of Tsukishima? Not only that, they were friends..."

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I know you're trying to help me right now but could we not talk about it? It makes my stomach turn upside down," he asks quietly.

"Yeah, sorry."

As you remove the cold pack from his eye, you notice how sad he looks.

"You're amazing, you know that?" he tries to lighten the mood as he reaches his hand to your cheek. "If only we were in different circumstances."

"If only," you whisper back, falling deep as you stare into his eyes. "I wish things were different."

"Maybe they can be," he hums.

"But-" you begin to protest, only for his lips to fall upon yours. You flutter your eyes closed and allow him to gently lean you back against the couch. As he hovers above you, his tongue dives into your mouth. Your whole brain feels fuzzy as you lay beneath him.

You moan quietly as his hand reaches down your side and slips under your shirt. He reaches to your bra and reaches underneath. You feel as though you're in some kind of dream as he massages your breast, still kissing you with as much fervor as last time.

"Y/N," he whispers softly in your ear, "I really want to-"

"Y/N! Are you in there?!" Yachi's voice calls out from the entrance of the bus. Your eyes burst open and you push Bokuto off of you. "It's me, Kiyoko, and Alisa!"

"Yeah, Bo and I are in here. Come in!" you call out.

"I should get going," Bokuto says as he looks down with a bright red face. "I'll be outside if you need anything."

"Okay," you smile softly. "Be safe."

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 319

Ouroboros/Resolution

“Ouroboros”

Plot Description: Sam and Dean are on the hunt for a demigod with a taste for human flesh who can see the future

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I guess it would all depend on whether or not this demigod would deem me edible, wouldn’t it?

Why did I think they were on the hunt for selfish reasons? Like using his powers to see the future

Damn, all five of them are there? (Dean, Sam, Cas, Jack, AND Rowena)

Poor Jack has to defend every cough as not dying from now on

Rowena caring enough to at least ask about the welfare of Jack and Dean. I don’t want to say it almost ruins her, but I liked her more heartless

Ah, fuck, Jack. You can’t be dying again

God, Cas hates plan B to defeating Michael so much

Please tell me that she didn’t turn Jack into a dog. Omg she did. She turned Jack into a dog so he could get antivenom from a veterinarian

Omg. If this was any show but supernatural I’d love this gorgon. Here, it just feels like an exaggerated stereotype that comes off a little homophobic, and honestly, the comments about misogyny don’t land either

Where was everyone the past few episodes? The people from apocalypse world disappear whenever it’s convenient…or rather when it’s inconvenient to have them there

Oh. Oh fuck. No….Dean being knocked unconscious after his talk with Cas about how he can never let his guard down in regards to Michael trying to get out??

Omg Jack, stop using that magic. Stop wasting your soul

The PANIC in Castiel’s voice trying to help Dean 😩

Oh no. Well, on one hand, guess we don’t have to worry about whether it’s convenient or not to have the apocalypse world group around…they all appear to be dead. Michael got out and seems to be vessel hopping maybe? And killing every last one of them

Omg Rowena!Michael?!?! Michael!!! It’s not consent if you coerced her to be your vessel

How much of his — um. Hey. Well, Jack finally killed Michael but what’s the cost? Unless when one of them said “Jack?” And he answered “Michael. He’s dead, that meant Jack was dead?? But then why say “I’m me again”? But then the wings?! I’m confused

“Resolution”

Plot Description: as the new year begins, a terrible evil stirs from across the centuries on planet Earth

Why…hey why are they “passed into legend, and legend became myth, and some things that should not have been forgotten were lost”-ing this opening for whatever great evil thing had to be split into three parts and sent to the far reaches of the world?

Girl, preach! New years is not it.

Awww, these two kissed and are now having an awkward yet adorable conversation about it because they really like each other

I don’t think we should be digging the other pieces up, but that’s just me

Why is the TARDIS all of a sudden breaking things when it lands in people’s homes? I just still think they’re giving Jodie the short end of the straw

Why’s Ryan’s dad here? (Is a thought just about everyone is having)

Yeah, Graham!! Ok but….like, yes, it’s fine to have Graham tell Ryan’s father that he hasn’t done his job as a father because it’s (from what we’ve been told) true. HOWEVER, the optics of this old white dude calling Ryan “son” in front of his biological father when both father and son are black and it potentially plays into stereotypes…I just don’t like that.

What is wrong with this lady? What the actual fuck is on her—um…um. I’m sorry. It’s just. It’s some kind of tentacle monster that can fit under her clothes somehow AND it has control of her brain and motor functions?? There is DEFINITELY hentai of this. Poor girl, just wanted to kiss her colleague

Ok I thought it looked a little internal Dalek-y

Oh hell yeah, Ryan! You love to see him saying his dad can’t demand respect from him. Get all that off your chest, bestie!!!!!!! Omg, this is heartbreaking to see him have to go through this.

Oh good, it’s a scout dalek so it has extra special abilities

OOOO!!! Are we gonna get Kate?! Nope. UNIT operations have been suspended due to what sounded like budgetary constraints. Great.

Ok. There is room for forgiveness and moving forward in the Ryan’s family drama

I love when women do blacksmithing things. Just gorgeous. AND she somehow fought off the dalek??

Oh it did a pretty good job rebuilding itself

Pffft, Graham couldn’t take any more of his son in law by himself so he called up the Doctor to pick him up

Ugh the casual hatred of modern times. This Dalek shut down all communications in England and when people start noticing there’s no WiFi, no phones, no Netflix, and they have to have conversations they’re disgusted? 🙄🙄🙄

Ohhhhh, THAT’S why Ryan’s dad was all of a sudden present, and they were looking to move forward into better relationships with each other. So he could get possessed by the Dalek

Horrifying that she allowed a Dalek onto the TARDIS

Oh good, I’m really glad they didn’t kill off Ryan’s dad, whether through the possession or conscious sacrifice

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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Watch "Panic! At The Disco - High Hopes (Official Video)" on YouTube

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So it's a joke really he's got these big ships they go up to get attacked they lose keeps repeating it and the max say they're going to take them they're really foreigners are in the way and it's going to turn to a big fight and they're probably going to split them up and start over again. This guy right here has people in the office and himself a Ferrari the head office and others they can't seem to buy the straddell it's a new Ferrari it's a SF-90xx it is a mega car if you switch the motor out it's a hybrid it's kind of mild motor and a mild hybrid system and if you put a better motor in you go a lot faster probably about 890 which is about the speed of a very decent motor and 400 if it's just an electric which makes it a very smart car my son said it too this is an intelligent car it's a very fast car and my father and mother took the design a little and gave it to Papa who gave it to some Max who gave it to the clones. And now nobody can buy it and some idiots have it and are selling them because they're hybrids and they can't get them to work bunch of people are calling them and they want to sell it now and they're saying like 800,000 and a son said you should ask like 5 million or something this is Brad can't buy one Matt can't buy one if you sell it for less you'll get blamed they said wow that's stupid so guys on the phone he goes I'm at 4 million cash I'll tell you what bank to bring it to so they can look at it and the guy says why do you want 4 million cash there's why not 5 million I said okay 5 million it said fine and he said where and when so he's going to the bank and telling security and the guys getting the money together and it's because it's a mega car and it's way too fast for people who are not race car drivers he said this that is insane insane and said yeah but it's only a fraction of the cost of a fly car so he's waiting and he said this I can buy a fly car for 5 million you buy a basic fly car yeah and he smile and says that's terrific it's true too that's what they sell for so he's waiting the guy pulls up has the money he goes how much is a fly car and he goes about 4 million so he takes to 5 million and they counted and he just goes I should give you a million back until now I need it for the car they might go up a little and if you need accessories so and they sold it and it signed the title over and it's going on right now it hasn't gone on fully but that's what's going on and the guys amazed he said he brought the cash right down so they do the exchange they go outside and make sure it runs and he checks it out and it's not damaged so this is an awesome deal I said he couldn't really sell it without getting millions cuz it would look odd this is wow that's good so he says you do a good job it says thank you and do it and the guy leaves his bothered a little but not that much

And the bank branch is open where they are believe it or not it's in Los Angeles and my son was there and said sometimes they're opened it depends and they have special hours and some branches and it's not for everyone it's true too so people are calling and they're finding out it's true

Thor Freya

Olympus

We're all here I'm going to put a list of this it's really working that's why Hera Zeus all of us Nevada Ariana us too Frank Castle Hardcastle Duke Nukem Blockbuster a big list Salazar and goddess wife it's going on and on Bible and goddess wife we got the whole thing we're going to start this program it's vital damn it not Bible for Christ's sake of senses

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griim · 2 years

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@coinquinatvs asked; 🗝

Mun note: Okay sorry this is long but here ya go. TW: War, Survivors Guilt, Death, Gun shot wound, Bombing, War mentions

No. Gemma was not going to talk about this subject. No one could make her do this. Gemma kept her gaze down at the ground. It was not that she did not want to talk about it. It was that she was AFRAID of talking about it, the unbearable guilt that haunted her from the moment she woke up till the moment she went to sleep where it could haunt her dreams. ‘Damn it.’ She mutters to herself before clearing her throat. There was no going back Gemma h a d to talk about it. “Fine. Not that it matters to you, but," Taking a quiet deep breath in, Gemma began. “the day had started like any day out in the desert. Hot and sunny as hell. My unit and I had been accompanied by my, at the time, fiancé. Jordan Reynolds.” A barely noticeable smile passed her lips, remembering the night Jordan had proposed to her, the one moment of joy that she experienced in life. Before it, all became nothing more than a memory.

“We were out on a typical mission, going in when no one else could or would. You know, because we are the ballsy type. As we approached a small village, things seemed fine. Uneventful even. But we were used to that by this point. So, in that time, we made jokes and you know, shoot the shit, like you do with people you consider family. That did not last long. Nicole, our unit's dog, had alerted us to something. So, in typical fashion, we started to scope out the area. That’s when we were ambushed.” Her heart began to race, even when she swore she felt nothing. Remembering some of the combat became so clear in her mind that it set her off. Gulping it back, she remained stone-faced, not needing to show them any emotions. Was not worth it.

‘Take cover’, ‘coming from the east’, ‘hold your ground.’ The commands sounded clear as day in her mind. Maybe if she had done a better job calling orders Jordan would still have been here. If she had not decided to go into the town, he would be alive.

“So, we took cover and began to return fire, something we were used to dealing with, most of us seasoned members. Jordan, being my partner in the front, we had been behind cover together, taking turns shooting and reloading. Covering for the other, stuff we both had done hundreds of times before,” this was where the guilt set in, a survivor who believed it should have been t h e m. “As I was reloading, it jammed for a split second, and that second cost Jordan his life…” Pausing, she struggled internally with speaking, knowing that she had to relive it. “He had been shot. Pretty badly, but you get used to seeing gunshot wounds. But because it was him, it felt different… After he fell behind cover,” once again, those screamed commands echoed in her mind.

‘Man down’, ‘Man fucking down’, ‘we need a medevac.’ However, now knowing that there never was one.

“I assessed the situation and called for help, but nothing came. Jordan laid there dying in front of me, and I had to hold off the enemy until my unit could make their way to me. And I couldn’t cry because that wouldn’t have done shit at that moment. And I was a soldier, damn it. But, one of our operatives told us that we needed to move. He said that a bomb was set to go off at any minute. It was all a trap. And, me being me, I wanted to save him. Not just because I loved him, but because he was part of our unit. We leave no man behind. However, Jordan had other plans.” The tears fought desperately to fall from her eyes, but Gemma continued to blink them back. It was not going to do any good to cry. “Knowing he wasn’t going to make it... Jordan told the team and me to go. But I fought like hell to bring him with us. We could have carried him. I know we could have, but my men dragged me away, and as they were, the bomb went off… And then there was darkness, nothingness. Hell, I thought I was dead. It probably would have been better than the hell I am in now. But, I woke up in the hospital stateside to find that he didn’t make it. That I had to bury the love of my fucking life in an empty casket because they left his body there.” Gemma had to stop herself from continuing, the guilt and anger becoming too much, and she was not going to show it. No point. “So there, you wanted a story. You got one.”

#005. ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ ║Answered Ask║#013. ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ║Headcanons║#coinquinatvs #tw: war mention #tw: war #tw: death #tw: death mention #tw: survivors guilt

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