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just-here-for-the-art-shit · 2 years

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Ch. 96 Is brutal, and it's easy to say that yes, they're all being complete assholes ... But something is off honestly. The lunarians showed with Phos they could pick and choose memories and it makes me wonder if that's what they're doing - but some of the more intelligent gems are still remembering and caring about Phos. It's all very odd, but it may be their concept of time, as the gems-turned-lunarians don't seem to have great memories, perhaps with how long they've been around. Even those on earth who showed the least interest in Phos had some care and emotions - now it's like they're just ... weirdly emotionless, and I don't think that's just them? But that's speculation. Especially when Yellow has a momentary lapse.

And then I saw something else too - "We're not going to be able to bring Lapis back. We don't have enough memories from their head."

Last time I checked ... Phos has Lapis's head. And Cinnabar's body. All the gems have had their memories extracted from their crystalline bodies to become lunarians - how did they make Cinnabar? And if they can make Cinnabar, why can't they make Lapis? Ghost, who tried so desperately to escape before, is now just "fine" with everything apparently. And the lunarians themselves - if they were apparently so desperate to be released into nothingness, why are they all so damn happy? Why are any of them happy? Why is Kongou acting exactly like Aechmea?

Everyone is getting their dream. Diamond is a star, Euclase is a leader, Cinnabar is accepted, Antarcticite has sensei back, Bortz no longer has to fight and gets to watch their jellyfish grow. The amethyst twins are doing their own separate things, Cairngorm is doted on and considered basically to be royalty, Rutile has Pad back and is working as a therapist. So on and so on. They've all been given what they want and so they just remain happy all the time, with just a few having lingering feelings.

I don't trust Aechmea at all. It seems too fishy. On earth, the gems could display negative emotions and memories and problems, and now it's all magically been wiped away ... like they've been brainwashed, things are too good to be true. But we see with Cinnabar and Euclase they still have some inklings of care remaining in them. Haruko Ichikawa is a master at subtle hints and story telling. It just makes me wonder if this is the attention, to make them all seemingly unbothered, unconcerned, endlessly happy, with no will to fight or question reality whatsoever. I have a feeling that something - or someone, is going to snap.

Of course, having the gems remember these things wouldn't be good for Aechmea and his plans. He doesn't want anyone to interfere with Phos.

I might be wrong about all of this, but something fishy is definitely up 👀. And of course, it makes me just as desperate to see more into the mystery that is Houseki no Kuni.

#Houseki no kuni #hnk spoilers #spoilers #hnk chapter 96

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protagonistheavy · 1 year

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I haven't talked enough about Jackie Chan Adventures. This show is highly underrated imo, at least from the basis that I never hear ANYONE talk about it, even when conversations are especially nostalgic of this time period. For a saturday morning kind-of cartoon, it's super solid and enthralling -- when it has an actual ongoing plot, that is.

The action is standout most of the time, classic Jackie Chan combat that's fun and lively and keeps you guessing. It takes a very special eye for choreography to make up these fights, that utilize the surroundings and situation for exciting effects, all while keeping up the intensity. Jackie is just short of being superhuman in this show, but you wouldn't guess that because of how every combat plays out, where Jackie genuinely feels outmatched by any opponent(s), but uses his wit and reflexes to totally turnaround a fight and clown on people. It's so satisfying seeing thugs surround Jackie, with weapons and everything, and he does some sort of Popeyes bullshit where the thugs are dressed in each others clothes and a broom halfway up their ass while Jackie is sitting on top of a ladder like a monkey. Keeping action sequences fresh is Jade's interference, a noncombatant that is vulnerable, but is more than happy and crafty enough to use magical talismans of experimental technology; Uncle similarly fits the role of a vulnerable character that can still stand on his own from time to time. It's a good chemistry that makes it so no fight is ever guaranteed to go the way Jackie or the audience wants it to.

As for being a comedy, it usually does a decent job. There's a lot of quick jokes here that can fly past you, and there's also a fuckton of animal puns for every talisman. There's a huuuuge list of running gags in the show, but most of them are funny enough and spaced out so that they don't wear out their welcome. I love when Jackie quickly steals something from someone and says he'll bring it back, which he never does; Uncle's "one more thing" is so iconic; it always gets me the ridiculous ways Jade manages to sneak out and follow Jackie, mostly because it's hilarious that Jackie still earnestly tries to tell her to wait at the hotel or something lol.

All of this works wonderfully when the show has an actual plotline to follow. I'm only halfway through season two, which reveals a lot of the show's weaknesses. When the show is about finding talismans or demon gates, there's a ton of fun in figuring everything out, like what the talismans do, where the gate is located, what kind of demon will be summoned, etc. But season two has a loooong stretch of episodes that come after the "finale," all of them being disjointed, independent stories that just... aren't interesting. They very much feel like leftover scripts for what could have been normal episodes involving talismans or whatever, but without that plotline to put it into a greater structure, these episodes just standout as having nothing going on. These episodes bring in new villains and side characters, but it's hard to feel invested when you know they're just gonna disappear right afterwards -- I definitely remember catching these episodes live on tv as a kid and even thinking back then, "damn it's one of THESE episodes."

But otherwise the show is great. Jackie is an adorable protagonist, the dynamics of his family and allies make for extremely compelling television, especially for kids. It's a plot that's just meant to be loved, a beloved actor represented as an adventurous archaeologist, with his wily niece sidekick that gets to join in on his secret agent missions that take them all over the world, discovering ancient magic and myths along the way. It's not the first show to do ever do this, but it's execution is very good, especially for an early-2000s era show.

Also, god I love the Dark Hand. What a perfect group of cartoon villains and henchmen. I love the pecking order, with Shendu > Valmont >>> Tohru or Hak Fu >>>>>> Finn, Ratso, and Chow; there's always someone getting barked at and blamed for everything, and it's especially funny in season two when Shendu has to answer to his siblings, so even he gets brought down a peg. I love how Tohru changes sides which allows Hak Fu to take on a permanent role, a great change in power dynamics that makes everyone feel more human and involved. The plotline with Shendu possessing Valmont is perfect irony, a fantastic way to kick off the second season and make it immediately more distinct from the last. And they're all just so fucking funny, definitely the highlights of any episode.

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the-firebird69 · 1 year

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Top 10 North American and U.S. Lumber Producers in 2021 - Forisk

This list is somewhat correct in that Georgia-Pacific announces others as being bigger when they own them all and John remillard made them into a huge Monopoly it's a global company we're going to keep it the way that it is that's how we run things it's a humongous company. It's gigantic huge. There is a lot of lumber coming out of the West not the North and it's the upper Northwest and you can see that John remillard is up there trying to truck it for some reason it seems like he wants to interfere with trucking no he wants to take it over to try and take over the lumber companies. And John Riva Lord is fired and took it over this morning and the order is already bundled and ready to go we inspected it it didn't absorb much it'll probably dry out and shipping and everything seems to be intact and not moldy not no insects and so we are shipping it he's holding on to it cuz he's a dick it's going to use it for something else. So our father and mother will send him a an arch to build actually it's reassembly it's an ancient ark. That's how we got it down from there and yeah he rode up the valley that we filled up with it from a tunnel it was kind of a retard and couldn't figure out what it is ah ha.... And the load of lumber coming is going to be on a class c cargo vessel it's classy because it's carrying something that's flammable but not extremely flammable so it's partitioned off and it's also the size it's about $2,500 ft long which is huge senses it's very big it's a half a mile it's about 800 ft longer than the biggest aircraft carrier that is listed in service and those things are giant trust me they're giant they look twice as big as the Midway aircraft carrier which is a moving hotel it's so big and they're pretty stout but boy that's a giant right there it's place as long as the longest aircraft carrier they look at the distance is very impressive and this would be bigger too it's really huge that's a lot of lumber and it is a lower ordered after the Storm it's enough lumber to build a Miami with all the wood frame stuff out 10 miles over again and Miami is like 80 miles long or something by 10 miles so I'm talking 80x20 all the wood structures and really there's not that much more than that that's ruined it's going to replace most of it and there's more orders coming in but then again it's half again that ship and we're going to get that ready it'll probably come in the day after tomorrow huge numbers of people that are employed giant companies we have a huge number of contracts probably half the houses it's going on fast and it's coming up now we're very proud of getting this done

Thor Freya

Actually happy to do it cuz nobody was this would have been a nightmare just sitting here waiting for nothing to happen it's a lapping houses gross buildings just like they always do these idiots never dig into stuff to fix things or beautify or help their health and situations terrible he's right that's so damn lazy and mean it's not worth it so these guys are moving and they are moving some stuff and we got to get ready and block the assholes and fight them I'm sure they'll handle there and said yeah they transfer make sure it's safe probably to the job no I'm at the transfer cash on the barrel head back our sunsets this barrel that they have in the cheesecake factory he's joking cuz he can't get there.

This will be fast very huge construction for him that's what he does men haven't consult he really needs to have some money he's got to get out there to Utah, I'm going to publish so we can

Thor

We we are and we shall

Freya

Good job husband we own the stuff is good we really need to get this going there's a huge company that we own now Georgia-Pacific ideas mostly prefab the building place takes too long the quality is not there and really you don't have a control environment and ruined and things move into it it's kind of gross every time takes we're hearing it takes like a day to build a house and that's a shaving off like sometimes even when we do it 2 weeks for the house structure. And you say you have ideas for a quick foundations and it's nice

Hera

Zues

We're going to help him he's always having trouble

Olympus

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mevekagvain · 2 years

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Chapter 328 - Flashback. They really have to draw mvp lord manspreading hard every time he's sitting at his throne, huh? Good for him ig.

- Ashoka's really just got the worst end of the stick because he doesn't want to interfere with humans but has to since the wws are and because Muzaka won't do his damn job.

- Hi Garda

- His thinking pose,,, child.

- No but seriously. You constantly visited him, why don't you know who he is Raskreia? Why are you unaware of the noblesse? Raskreia please.

Chapter 329 - Ah. Wait. The fancy throne from before was Maduke's only. Made with Union money... The original ww throne is just some dirt and rock.

- Why is Muzaka able to read Raizel's microexpressions unlike Urokai? The hell has Muzaka been doing? Analysing animals?

- You know you're doing bad when even the murder happy nobles are all "have you considered not killing people?"

Chapter 330 - I like how Ashoka's all "You can always talk to me. You know that right?" To Muzaka like some concerned parent.

- Krasis please don't offer your life because of minor things. Imagine accidentally bumping into him and he offers to go kill himself like I'd just ask if he needs to talk ya know.

- And again Raskreia and Raizel sit across each other in silence... Embarrassing. Ashoka they're both lost causes send a dog or something it'll work out better.

- "Most of our people want to commit a genocide so we should let them" is not a good take Garda.

Chapter 332 - Gechutel doubting Ashoka jsksksi. Be nicer grandpa, he's just jealous of Muzaka for getting Raizel to be friendly. I do find it funny that Raizel just allows whoever to stay with him though. Just "yeah sure its not like i ever leave this room".

- It's not like Raizel's life is particularly complicated either? He just has to go out and kill, sorry, I mean execute, a bunch of criminals every few centuries. Nbd.

Chapter 333 - Oh lord please save me. It's the most embarrassing moment of this damn manhwa. Grandpa's destroying the rice cooker and I'm destroying my brain 😭 Like please I know the blender makes scary noises and I don't like the microwave's beeping or when cooking appliances talk to me either but you can't just instinctively destroy them! Turn that shit off!

- Raskreia came to either see the fuss or because he was taking too long but just leaves when he goes "haha everythings fine trust me :) ". And then he lets Rael deal with the clean up because he's Kertia 🤡

- Oh my god Rael takes one step and that sends debris flying and said debris hits a tap and now the kitchen is flooded too. Bad luck king. AND THEN HE SUMMONS GRANDIA AS IF THAT'LL SOMEHOW HELP. He immediately realises his stupidity after summoning it though lol. So he calls Tao 😔

- Meanwhile M-21 and Takeo can't figure out if Tao is overreacting by taking D or if they should mimic him.

Chapter 334 - Love how Karias is like "Yeah i know the humans may not be physically strong but they are still strong <3" and Krasis goes "No you don't understand there's this asshole human who can beat you up so please don't go near him baby boy I'd be sad if you got hurt." Like yeah the latter part isn't said but a parent warning their kid to stay away from Frankenstein implies that.

- Also I absolutely love this gossip session between the trio, Rael, and Karias sjjsj. Just talk bad about Frankenstein like grandpa would want <3

- Pedro is just a really buff math teacher, chill out Gechutel, Raskreia. Regis and Seira never thought he was weird!

Chapter 335 - I like how committed Karias is on insisting he's Raskreia's younger brother like yes lie always and put it on your resume king. M-21 and Takeo however would pretend they didn't know him or Tao if they could because of this dumb shit.

- DON'T SHOUT AT A BUNCH OF KIDS FOR ASKING FOR RASKREIA'S NAME GRANDPA. They don't even know she's the lord I swear I'm gonna die here. Also obsessing over how Yuna and Suyi always immediately hold each other's hands when they get scared.

- Raskreia smiling when they ask if she's Raizel's sister... gonna go pretend that she's thinking her life would be easier if Raizel was her brother instead of Karias or something.

- This random schoolgirl is so fuckin cute. Also Raskreia. Lovely as always even when tiny.

Chapter 336 - EVEN THE GIRLS ARE STARING AT RASKREIA. I know that even straight ppl will stare at extremely beautiful members of the same sex and that it isn't out of the norm but they don't do it as long as bi or homosexual ppl do or blush while staring.

- Raizel's little embarassed blush at losing to a complete newbie like Raskreia. Ha.

- I think Ashoka liked humans because he thought it was funny to tower over them but yeah also because he could talk normally with them.

- So Seira stopped Regis from following because she knew grandpa and Frankenstein were stalking Raskreia and Raizel lmao.

Chapter 337 - Oh Dark Spear spawn time. Love how Tao's just worried that their personalities could become like Frankenstein's. Death? What death? That's not a problem.

Sidenotes - Why do glasses exist over a thousand years ago? I can accept suits and electricity and monocles but i draw the line at glasses

- Tbh Ye Ran being this paved over concrete desert sucks. Where are the grass fields? The trees? Inferior to all the schools I've been to simply by not having grass or trees. Even the school I remember going to in SK had some trees lining the patchy sandy fields even if most of what I can recall is playing with the sand with my fellow toddler comrades or playing tag.

#noblesse #raining while reading

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whiskehorange · 5 years

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Oh shit requests are open!? Leslie who's been dating his s/o for a while but they don't know yet he's a serial killer, but Leslie's s/o is /also/ a serial killer. They're both hiding secrets and eventually one of them maybe thinks the others cheating and it gets angsty before the truth comes out and it's like "OH SHIT WE'RE BOTH SERIAL KILLERS"

Leslie is a babe and he needs more loVE DAMNIT

So, @tinalbion, did I do Leslie justice with my first writing of him??

Leslie Vernon

Leslie was normally pretty open about being a killer, seeing as no one believed him he figured, to hell with it, why not let the whole world know? But when he met you, he tried to keep it to himself a bit. Why not switch up all the cliche endings and have a partner in crime? A dynamic duo? He also got a bit lonely scheming and just being my himself.

Nothing changed about Leslie’s personality, he was still as quirky and vibrant as ever, just being a bit quiet when he went to ‘work’ instead or telling you how his day went. He loved you nonetheless, and you got a lot of his jokes and had the best personality to match him. Not to mention the fact that you were incredibly smart and had the ability to solve out horror movies just as he did.

Yet, Leslie wasn’t too sure when he would tell you, or even if he would tell you about his whole “killer” life. To be quite honest, he didn’t even really plan that far ahead, but found himself thinking about it when he would finally lie beside you at night. Hell, maybe you wouldn’t mind.

But you had had the exact same questions bugging your mind as he did. You had moved here to try to have a fresh spree from your hometown that was getting a bit too close to figuring you out for comfort. It wasn’t until you moved here and met Leslie that you had found out about the whole “little boy” story of the town. Interesting, but not all too uncommon. Maybe you could bring some more killing to life in this small town.

Then you met Leslie, you were plotting spots and getaway hideouts for a victim you had spotted when you ran into Leslie, and the two of you immediately clicked. He was talkative, and wanted to know just what you were doing, taken back and frankly, a bit startled to see you so close to him. He was plotting the exact same scheme, but on another waitress at the diner. You both eyed each other for some time before actually starting a relationship.

Leslie was much more careless and not too used to having a relationship to know just how to act, so when he had a new idea and needed to do something involving his plan, he gave you a quick kiss and left, not returning back until late at night. You had much more short timed and scheduled planning times that you made sure didn’t interfere with your time with Leslie, but it just struck you as odd.

Was he cheating? But he seemed so genuine and happy when the two of you were together. Of course, you pushed it out of your mind, calling your self ridiculous for even thinking about it, maybe he just had things to do. But why would he never talk about them or just avoid the conversation all together? It tore away at your mind every time he left until he left one afternoon. The moment he had closed the door and you could hear his rushed footsteps to the car you sat there in tears.

It wasn’t even a few minutes later before you had found yourself making that hike to Leslie’s work barn. The tears had stopped, but you where more annoyed at this point than sad. What could he possibly being doing? Maybe you were overreacting, but maybe this was normal. But you never had the time to express your concerns with him before he was up and out before you could say anything.

As you looked around for a possible entrance to one of the massive buildings before you, talking could be heard from inside a smaller shed to the side. A man was audible, or at least his moans where. Standing there, a look of “The Fuck” written on your face when you heard another voice, female this time, moan out as well. Was Leslie really fucking someone in the shed? You’ve got to be kidding.

You normally planned out any killing or lashing out beforehand, but you had every right to go in there and interrupt their little party and drag Leslie right out by the ear like an angry mother would do to a misbehaving child in the store. Sneaking in through a back door, a variety of farm tools hung on the wall, but you picked up a smaller, hand-held scythe, the easiest one to hold. It was fairly dark, but you crept your way through the haystacks to the ongoing moaning.

Stopping right before a smaller stall on the end of the row, you counted to three before rushing into the stall you thought Leslie and your replacement where in, digging the scythe right into her back and ripping down. Blood splattered across your face as she let out a shriek loud enough to send all the crows fleeing from their nests in the dead trees of the orchard. Putting your foot on the back of the body, you ripped the scythe back out with a spine shivering slick and pushed her to the side.

The man before you could only stare back in disbelief as you prepare to unravel all of your emotions before the stranger before you lets out a terrified, incomprehensible array of words. That wasn’t Leslie, but... where... would he be then? You stand there, perplexed and oblivious to the panicked boy with the blood of his date on him, looking around you and wondering just what the hell was happening.

The door behind you barged open, and in comes another figure, raggedy clothes and a sort of mâché mask on. Readying your scythe, he lifts up his mask, and it’s... Leslie?

“You’ve got 3 damn seconds to explain yourself Vernon or I’ll have this scythe through your gut like it was nothing,” You angrily point at him, still not paying attention to the man behind you in awe. Not sure whether to run or to stay put.

“Ah, oh, my scythe, you’ve got it- Oka- Okay!” He put his hands out before him in attempts to maybe calm you down a bit, “Can you give me... 2 seconds? Please, I’ve just, you didn’t-” he pointed to the man behind you, took the scythe from your hand and rammed it into the side of his skull before taking it back out with another wet slick sound. “-Finish. You didn’t finish. He could have gotten away why I had came in here, you aren’t a very good planner,” Leslie said, as he let out a small chuckle before looking back up at you with a hint of shame on his face.

“You’re.... wait... you’re the killer I’ve been hearing about? You’re a serial killer too?” All this time, you could have figured it out, but you were too blind to notice all of the plans and the hints that led back to Leslie and only thought about the possibility of him cheating.

“Oh, you knew, Uhm Yeah. Wait.. too?”

“Yes!” You let out a relived laugh and gestured the scythe around “I moved here to get a fresh start and plan things in a new area!”

“You’re a freaking killer? Oh man, wow,” he rubbed the back of his head and grinned harder than you’ve ever seen him grin, “Just wait until I tell Eugene about this. I mean, whats more unpredictable than a killer couple?! I’ve never read about any couples recently that where that big but, wow! If this doesn’t make history, I don’t know what will. Oh, hey, I’ve got some time to spare before my final girl goes down into the basement to find her two friends, I could use a little help getting everything into place, are you down to help?”

#leslie vernon #leslie vernon x reader #behind the mask the rise of leslie vernon #slasher #slasher x reader #horror

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lostadrianda · 4 years

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The house of wolves

Part I

*версия на русском языке по ссылке:

https://ficbook.net/readfic/8551009

There are dark times. I thought that the death of my parents was the worst thing I would ever see in my life. But now it's so bad… I have to admit that it's worse.

Smoke from the fire rises into the sky, twisting and dragging sparks with it. An axe clatters, and a tree falls with a crunch, breaking neighboring branches. I have almost no life left in me. Almost nothing is inside. People are scurrying around. The camp is growing in front of our eyes, turning from a temporary to our permanent campsite. I look at it, trying to figure out what’s going on. I'm not used to being in camps. The detachments held out successfully for four years in the Dominiana, where we took over the houses, and everything went well. But recently we were forced out of those lands, and the Sly Fox moved all of us to the Islands. It seems to be logical decision. But on the Islands we are not welcome. We could have gone to the south to sparsely populated areas and stayed there. However, we did not do this. But why?

I was the only one who seemed to be asking questions. I don't know. I didn't have much contact with anyone from the camp. I glance at the people sitting next to me. Their faces are dry and earthy. Only the reddish glare of the fire is on them. And their eyes are fixed. You always had to keep in mind that those were wolves around you, not people. They look alike, they even show humanity from time to time. It's all a lie. And if there is any kindness in someone, it will soon be beaten out of them. It's the only way around here. I am among the enemy, I am in their ranks. I help put up new tents. But I have a feeling that I will soon be finished with. It's about time. But the Sly Fox keeps stalling. I think he understands how much this torments me. That's why he keeps me close to him. He's not stupid, no. Therefore, his decisions are not discussed.

It's funny that the Fox has committed so many crimes, but if somebody asks to show the main bastard, everyone will point the finger at me. I betrayed my family. Not native, adopted. Yes, they are all dead now, too. I guess my life didn't work out. But I didn't betray anyone. When the door was kicked in and twenty men entered with the Fox at their head, it was all over. There was nothing I could do about it, no matter how much I think about it. I pretended that I always hated my new parents. And I joined the side of the enemy. I should have given my sister time to escape. I didn't expect much more. I didn't think about anything. I didn't think I'd have to break into houses like this with the others. That now I will always hear the sound of those black boots wherever I go. I didn't think I'd have to run around in the woods. I didn’t know I'd be stuck with them for five years. I thought they would kill me that night, in the same house, as soon as they realized what I had done. But they did not understand or pretended not to understand. They still look askance. And I'm not allowed to be absolutely free. The Sly Fox sometimes calls me, asks questions, and I answer, but I keep waiting for the punishment to come. And he lets me go. During all this time, not a single suspicion was expressed. And he's smart. And there is nothing left for me, I am in his hands, always in his sight, even if he is watching me with a hundred other people's eyes, wolf eyes. He is always somewhere above me, behind me. All the time my life is suspended, and I know it.

My only hope is that my sister will return. I have nothing else left. Everything is so empty. And I’m doing something wrong. I close my eyes so that I don't see anything, so that I don't understand what is happening to me. Because as soon as I start thinking, it turns me inside out. When I forget myself, I gather wood for a fire, go with others and scout the area around the camp, draw some maps. And everything seems to be as it should be. I make an obedient and silent employee, everyone is happy, I do not interfere with anyone. The whole body shakes, as if with a strong chill, and no fire warms. So something inside is resisting. It remembers, and remembers well, that the Sly Fox is the enemy. That he killed a lot of people. But he's good, he's built everything right. He's got an army of about three thousand men, and they all look at him and catch every word. Only one person I've ever known, only one person in my entire life, could stand up to him. And this is my sister. Isn’t it funny, huh? As I remember her, thin, fragile, as I look at the Fox… I can't believe it. But that’s true. Her playful dark eyes flashed with such power sometimes that I was willing to believe that she would overcome anyone. And every time I look at the Fox, I always look at the scar on his cheek. My sister left this for him as a souvenir.

But I haven't heard from her in five years. It's too long to wait, you know? A person waits, waits for a week, a month, maybe a year… And then begins to live, throwing a veil of oblivion over the past. Only I never started again. The air balloon ends sooner or later, you know? And I'm still trying to grab the mask and breathe, breathe. Nothing is inside. In the camp, when people talk about her, all they say is that she must have been dead for a long time. I wished they say something else, even nonsense. Nooo. There are no other options in anyone's mind. Only my brains resist. Things can't be that bad. No matter how much life beats me, I won't believe it. It can't be that bad.

Smoke from the fire gets in my nose. It's getting colder, the earth is blowing in autumn, and the leaves are not the same as before. I rub my flushed hands together. The Islands don't like us. We are like an ulcer on their body. We tried to move deeper into the mountains and fortify ourselves. Fifty of our men were killed in two days. A couple of detachments remained in the dense forests at the foot of the mountain, while the rest were scattered along the coasts hiding. We choose places so that we are not found for as long as possible. And it’s strange that the Fox ordered us to fortify ourselves here. But let hell be with it.

The sky has been cloudy all the time we've been here. Today, for the first time, I see the sun shining. Even now you can't see the sky — it's all white, with darker clouds floating across it. The horizon is dark-blue, grim, colliding with an even darker, colder sea. I look into the distance and for the first time I think that my sister must be dead. It scares so much. It's like I'm no longer a human being and I'm becoming a wolf, like all those people around me. That’s really scary. For some reason everything turns to be meaningless. No, I won't give them my soul. They took everything from me, but they won't get it. I will believe till the end. I will resist until I lose my mind. Why am I sitting now here with them, as if I really took their side?

It makes me feel sick. I kept hiding in their ranks and waiting for my sister to break out. Five years have passed. Time flies quickly, terribly, the further away, the more ghostly. I forget how it all happened, I forget why it happened, I forget what a mistake we made. I still think that I did everything right. I acted as I should. As well as I could. But for some reason, it all turned out to be really bad.

If I am the only one left here, who is still fighting, who still remembers that there were better, brighter times, if my sister is dead, and no one is fighting without her, isn't it time for me to get up? Isn't it time to remember who I was and how I was brought up, and what was on my mind before I got bogged down in this mire? I'm biting my lip nervously, they are already looking at me with suspicion.

What a coward I have become! Just thinking makes my temples sweat. I’m used to waiting for a miracle, but as soon as I imagined that I had to act myself, I shrank from fear and wanted to hide away. If only they didn't touch me, if only, if only... I did not to experience new horrors. You don't like me, do you? Despise? Look at me, all that is left of me is my skin, hanging on my bones! These wolves, damn them, have broken me so badly that none of my old friends would recognize me. But what good are these friends: they're either dead or they're first in line to take my head off.

I stand up from the log I've been sitting on all this time and feel my legs go numb. They are frozen to the bones. I stand still to stretch them a little. The two men sitting next to me look at me lazily.

— Where are you going? – Their cracked lips move, yellow teeth appear in between them. Those men probably don't like camp life either. And how long this will continue, no one knows.

— I'll go up to the river. There's one place I don't understand, I want to look at it.

— Don't run into anyone. We don't need you to bring the villagers here.

I nod. I don't get into fights, I don't get involved. Everything I have inside, I keep inside, and it’s a habit that has covered me like armor. I walk past the tents, from campfire to campfire, and turn onto the path that leads higher. I climb up and look back. Lights, trampled paths, people. I'm sick to death of such views. The further away from them, the better it is. I know I'll be back anyway. It's sickening. But the closer I get to them, the more I can learn about the outside world. I'm still waiting for news. At least one piece of news about my sister would be great. No one else will tell me. Only sitting by the fire I learn something new. Everyone in the outside world that I strive for hates me so much that they won't hesitate when they see me. They’ll kill me instantly. Here in the squads, I'm just one of hundreds. To the outside world, I stand in one line with the Fox. And he is happy for this — to keep a traitorous son and show everyone that even I recognized his power.

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mistwolf45 · 5 years

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Silver Roses

(Nuada/OC Fanfic)

Prologue

All she could hear was her own heavy breathing. Her heart thudding in her chest like a hammer on cloth and sweat made her thin and dirty dress stick to her like a second skin. Blonde hair, so dirty and matted it looked grayish brown stuck against her face. Wild green eyes, fixed straight ahead.

Corn stalks broke as she trampled them, sharp green leaves left cuts and stings on her face, arms and legs. Bare feet ached and bled from sticks and stones that she fell on, but she hardly felt any of it. All she was focused on was running. Putting as much distance between her and that wretched farmhouse as possible.

The corn was tall enough to hide her, but at the same time gave her away as her movement made them sway and shake and anyone watching could see her path.

'But no one saw you get out! You can do it, the road can't be much further!'

There! She heard it, a car! Her feet found dark, hot asphalt and she skidded to a stop to look both ways. Not that it mattered, the poor girl didn't get the chance to even cross the road before a pair of arms shot out from the corn and wrapped themselves around her middle section.

She screamed, but there was no one to hear it who would help her.

Chapter One

Nuada was not one to accept defeat. He wouldn't accept it from the humans, and he certainly wouldn't accept it from this giant demon who wanted to protect them! Not after everything he had been though. Not after everything he had worked so hard for!

Golden eyes watched the red demon closely as Nuada smoothly unsheathed an ornate elven knife that had been expertly hidden in his red sash.

He silently got to his feet and moved forwards, arm high and ready to plunge the silver blade deep into the red flesh of the demons back.

He felt the piercing in his chest, so close to his heart, and he dropped his blade to the floor in shock.

Golden blood spurted out at first before dripping down the bone beads of his royal attire. A shuddering breath escapes Nuada's black painted lips as he presses a hand over his wound.

"Nuala…" he managed to gasp out as he turned to look at his twin sister. He watched as she pulled a matching blade out of her chest, gasping softly to herself in pain. Their eyes met a moment before she fell on her side, overwhelmed from pain and the shock of what she'd just done to them.

The weakness was seeping into Nuada's own body by now and as he turned to look at the demon named Hellboy he fell forwards. He was grateful that the demon kept him from falling and hitting the cold floor.

Nuada looked up at him, shuddering in pain and he wondered if he could give the demon one last warning.

"The humans…they will tire of you. They have already turned against you." He winced in pain, each word, each breath, hurt.

"Leave them. Is it them or us?"

Hellboy's eyes glanced up to where Abe had gone to Nuala's side, taking her hand as she lay bleeding.

"Which Holocaust should be chosen?" Nuada asks. "We die...and the world will be poorer for it."

He felt so weak now...surely his death was creeping in. He gently slowly stepped away from Hellboy and turned to look at Nuala, however, her eyes were only on that fishman.

"Nuala...my sister…" he managed to pant out. He looks up at them, truly feeling the weight of her betrayal before he fell to his knees and hit the floor. Unconscious.

"He's dead?" Liz Sherman asks, as she stepped towards the fallen prince.

"No!" Abe called down. His webbed hand pressed against Nuala's wound by her heart, as she now lay unconscious in his arms."No...there's still time!"

"Then let's hope Manning tracked us down by now." Hellboy grumbles as he looked down at the dying prince, who was lying prone on the floor, his words still bouncing around in his head. No...he couldn't let them die. It sounded like there were hardly anymore elves left, and most of them were probably more like his benevolent sister.

Besides all that, Abe was in love with the Princess and he deserved to be happy, damnit.

Red looked down at the golden crown in his hands. "All that power…"

"Don't even think about it." Liz took it from him and quickly melted it down to nothing but a puddle on the floor.

The golden army began to power down, settling back into egg shaped, dorment, soldiers.

Afraid to move the royal twins at all, knowing they could risk injuring them even more, Liz and Hellboy ran outside back into the sun and were met with Tom Manning's angry face.

"You took that plane without an authorization, young man!" He says, waving a finger at Hellboy.

"Would you relax? Everything worked out, I'm alive and the Golden Army is taking a permanent nap time. But right now we've got two dying elves down there who need some damn help!"

Manning shut his mouth and glanced at Liz.

"It's true. Please, they're dying." She begs.

"Isn't that the point?" He glances at Hellboy, obviously assuming that he must have put the twins in critical condition in order to stop the Army from being woken.

"The Princess tried to commit suicide to stop her brother." Liz says, gently grabbing Manning's arm. "Don't you think she deserves a second chance?"

Manning sighed deeply, wondering what kind of flack he would get from his superiors. If this is what the Princess had done, who were they to interfere? But one look at Hellboy glowering down at him... well the decision had practically already been made. That made him angry as hell; Manning was supposed to be in charge! Not this big, red ape!

Manning looks over his shoulder at the agents. There were some medical personnel already there, since they had no idea what shape everyone would have been in when they arrived.

"Well, you heard him! Get in there!" Manning yelled.

Liz and Hellboy watch as the agents fumble around and quickly disappear through the tunnel down into the Earth. The stone giant looked down slowly but otherwise didn't protest.

"You're not half bad, Manning." Red says, giving the man a good smack on the back, which nearly toppled him over.

"I swear, if this blows up in my face, you will not see the light of day again, understand?" Manning says before storming away to the plane.

"Don't worry about him." Liz assures Red, gently patting his arm.

"Never do." Red shrugs. "More worried about the baby." His normal left hand reached down and gently rested on Liz's still flat stomach.

"Babies." She smiles, holding up two fingers to indicate she was having twins.

She watched Hellboy's expression turned to shock just a moment before he fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Red!" Liz kneeled down beside him and gently shook his broad shoulders. "C'mon!"

"...twins…?" He mumbled against the ground.

I'm dead…

Nuada's head was swimming and he felt something must be wrong. His senses were dull and slow; his vision blurry, and the sounds he heard were mumbled together and didn't make sense in his ears. His mouth and throat were dry and he tried to call out but couldn't.

I must be in hell….

All he could see was white and he couldn't tell if his eyes were focused or not at first. He felt confused and for a moment fear courses through him.

I'm not dead!

No this was much, much worse…

Nuada's head lulled to the side and he could see a bedside table with a glass of water just sitting there.

Immediately he reached out for it, desperate for relief.

But he couldn't move his arm. He hears the rattling of metal on metal and he looks down to see a set of handcuffs keeping his wrist attached to the bed.

A quick glance at his other wrist and he saw that it was cuffed down as well.

He fought, of course, fought like an animal, desperate to free himself. But all he did was wear sores along both of his wrists and, in defeat, Nuada screamed.

No…he couldn't live like this, as a prisoner! He'd rather be a broken statue on the chamber floor, deep beneath the Earth. At least he belonged there…

Voices outside the door of his small hospital room grew louder and soon a young, female agent stepped in with a tray of food.

Despite the fact that Nuada was cuffed down to his bed, he must have still looked extremely intimidating and dangerous. Just one dark glare from him and the poor girl squeaked in fear, turned and shut the door behind her.

Nuada could hear some squabbling outside before the door opened again and Hellboy came in with the tray. Yellow eyes glare down at the Prince and he groans.

"Don't give me that look, I didn't even say anything to that girl." He sneers.

"Well, I'll give you that one. She's not used to working with prisoners." Hellboy says as he sits on the edge of Nuada's bed, making it sink heavily to the side and Nuada hissed.

The pain in the Prince's eyes was obvious, but it wasn't for the shift in his bed, but at that word. Prisoner. He'd never been one in his over 4,000 year existence. Of course he knew it would be a possibility someday, but not like this. Not at the hand of his own sister.

"Where is she…?" Nuada asks through gritted teeth.

Hellboy knew who he was asking for, Nuala was just about the only being in the planet Nuada gave a rat's ass about.

"Across the hall. Ah, don't worry. Abe never leaves her side." Hellboy says, knowing it would get a rouse from the Prince. On cue, the elf's eyes darken and he sets his jaw with utter annoyance.

Hellboy smirked. "I'm gonna uncuff one of your arms so you can feed yourself mmkay? You pull a fast one I'll punch your face in, and I'd hate to do that to your sister."

Nuada felt like his teeth might break from the pressure of his jaw but he nodded in understanding. He kept his eyes on the demon as he fumbled with a key and released Nuada's right wrist. He looks down at the now torn flesh, golden blood staining the sheets and his skin. He reached across so his secured hand could rub the blisters and raw flesh and Nuada winced.

"Leave it alone." Hellboy warned. "You don't need em getting infected."

Nuada scoffs and glances at the demon through a curtain of platinum blonde hair. "I'm an elf. I'll be fine."

"Suit yourself." Hellboy shrugged. He set the tray down and moves the table closer to the Prince. Soup and some cheese, water. Nuada raised an eyebrow as he recognized the smell, it was something his late mother would make for him when he was ill…

"The Princess told us what you liked so…" Hellboy shrugged.

The Prince swallowed down the lump that was forming in his throat. Forced back the tears in his eyes as he remembered his mother and how she never left his or Nuala's side when they were sick. How she would gently finger comb their hair back and spoon feed them this soup…

Thankfully, the demon began talking and it was easy for Nuada to push back the memories and keep himself from crying.

"I tell ya I'm gonna be a father?" He asks Nuada and it was obvious he was vibrating with excitement. Or maybe fear.

"I dread to think about what they will look like." Nuada groaned as he swallowed a spoonful of soup and felt a warmth flood his healing body.

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**breathes in deeply**

(vent)

So I'm a soulbonder who's looking to make a new bond to a particular person and nothing is working.

I know a lot about this person, I know a good amount about their world, and I know what I need to do, but none of the things I've tried have worked. I've bonded people before in both intentional and unintentional ways. This is unusual for me. I don't quite know how to handle what's going on here.

I know what's probably causing it. My mental health kinda tanked between this and the last time I called a new bond. Like. I've started experiencing psychosis issues intra-headspace. Thankfully I've avoided anything that severe in meatspace, but I have had increased issues with my pre-existing executive function and emotional regulation issues. Every time I think I've gotten somewhere with bonding this character it's only been psychosis issues and discernment issues, and it's really, really disheartening.

But even aside from mental health issues, when I'm relatively lucid I'm not having luck.

I've tried summoning, I've tried inviting, I've tried direct "hey come here", I've tried indirect "hey we'd like to talk", I've tried yanking them, I've tried directly appearing to them in their own world, I've tried just trying to talk to them before. Most of these I've tried more than once. Nothing has worked. There may have been contact in the past (and seemed positive-to-neutral about learning more about this place and visiting), but at this point I really doubt even the more reliable incidents. Something should have worked here, and I can't shake the feeling something is going very wrong.

I know I should probably give up and move on at this point, as it's been literal months. Honestly I've asked a lot of places for help and I've looked into what resources I've been able to find on their source world and bonding in general, and my options are running dry. Nobody would blame me for giving up. But I have my reasons not to. I have a feeling about this, and they're in a situation I don't feel like leaving alone. Like, everyone they thought they could trust screws them over. I also DESPERATELY want to at least talk to this person. This entire situation is so fucking frustrating. I'm at the "try shaking cat treats at them" phase.

Also I can't talk to anyone about this because 1. dude's source is from my own AU, and is technically my oc, 2. the places I can talk about this shit are not open to sensitive parts of this, going assume I'm lying, or uh, were exposed to a few cringey false alarms on related things, 3. it's been long enough and constant enough that it's too much to talk about the full extent of this nonsense. 4. My SO can't tolerate this person's source world, so I won't make them endure my prattling.

Because I needed isolation added to this clusterfuck.

Anyway that was good to get off my chest, feel free to throw this into the tumblr void with the identities of anon asks if you want. Or post it, I have no investment in the fate of this.

Mmmm, it looks like there are several issues here that you're facing.

I want to ask: do you have any other bonds right now? Because maybe getting them to try will help, just because their methods will be different than yours, and sometimes you just need a second set of hands. (Or fins, as Albafica wants me to make sure you know.)

There could be a ton of things blocking it, and I would suggest dealing with your psychosis issues first. Not give up, but put this on hold until you know what's causing the psychosis and have dealt with it. You do not want to forge a bond on such a shaky foundation. I'm not saying 'psychotic people can't soulbond', flames forbid I am, I'm reading that this is a new and difficult thing, and you don't want unknown variables getting in your way, especially when they can induce things that look similar to soulbonding but really really aren't.

I have to account for my Devil powers every time I do a spell, ward, or fuck around with the headspace. Because I'm the host and the god in the room, and things answer to me when they won't to anyone else, and Albafica's commentary on that is "stop locking me in a room with your crazy sentient brambles that only speak static whenever you're majorly upset" and I think that's not fair to me, that only happened once and it was accidental, but you get the point. That's a variable you need to be predictable and accounted for.

Then yeah, past that it looks like they're just not willing, and if you want to bond, you need to see it from their side. Because to some random person in their world, you probably feel / appear like a particularly dangerous spirit that's trying to eat them. Al agrees that's how he'd take it if someone pulled that on him, and he's very untrusting on his best days. So it sounds, so far, like your approach is not the best for this.

If you rule out medical reasons for your psychosis - and that is not an easy thing to do, please check out medical things for that, you don't want to fuck around with it - it could also be them refusing you and using their own wards. (Or at least, I can see the line of thought between them trying to stop you and such backlash; but that's an option to consider after medical issues.)

If you can get in contact with them, you need to ask one question, and one question alone, and do not pass go or collect your 200$ until they've answered clearly: do they want you to stop?

You haven't said why you want to bond with them so badly, and motivation is a key factor here. With Goni, he showed up looking for Luco and serves partially as the adult to go to when shit gets bad and also as the resident prettyboy and slut. Al is logical and blunt and his remarks cut deep, but he gives a damn and functions as lieutenant where Goni's advisor and backup. South is uh, he's the demon commentating about how much we should just kill people and he's right, he is, but that's illegal. He also serves as the youngest and the most prone to extreme emotions, and when someone else is doing the extreme emotions, it makes it that much easier for the rest of us to keep our heads. He says what I'm thinking, and then I can deal with it rationally.

They're all people, and they aid each other as well in headspace, but the bond between host and bond is a bit different than bonds with each other. I pilot the body most of the time, I handle everything in meatspace, they help me do that. It's simple: keep the guy who pilots the body running, get body privileges.

And what you need to consider here is not only what they can do for you, but what you can do for them, and how exactly you're going to coexist. Because while my triad of fishmen help me, I also help them, largely because uh, /gestures at the fact they all died in a war in various gruesome ways and the journey they took to get there was actually worse/. It's all fun and games until they're here, away from the danger, and then there's the exotrauma.

Goni handles it by not handling it until he has to and right now we're working on actually acknowledging that he's got issues. South deals with it by being resentful as all hell and incredibly violent and yandere, but being allowed to not pull his punches is still so new to him that it's actually quite good for him to get to say what he's thinking and be respected for it. Al's grumpy about it but is trying to build something of his life now before he falls apart. He wants something to hold onto first, which is smart. Trust Al to figure out the most logical way with none of the words and then adamantly refuse to let that go wrong. He and I both understand bullying the universe into giving us what we want, and since he has full utter control over his own mental processes thanks to being able to make my Devil powers do what he wants, I don't think anyone's going to be able to interfere with his ability to do that.

So now I have to ask for you: what is this bond going to be doing for you, and just as important, what exactly do you expect to be able to do for them? Because they're also an OC, and they may have some goddamn feelings about that. They may see you as having coincidentally written down their life, they may see you as channeling it, or they may see you as the one who made it happen. All of which you'll also see in fictionkin spaces. If they fall into the last category, they're gonna be pissed you didn't give them a happy ending, and they're justified in that, and so are you for not doing that.

You have to be prepared - especially from reading between the lines of your ask here - that they're not going to be as functional as you want them to be. When we handle our exotrauma, we're a mess. Everything gets put on hold to deal with it, and even then, we rely a lot on our partner system (Faolan and the Nebulaic Collective) to keep the body from crashing so we can hold onto our life instead of falling apart utterly for a week straight. We don't do jack entirely with the four of us, and it's better that way.

The fact that you can't rely on anyone outside of yourself, especially considering 1) they don't seem to want this, 2) your attempts either very coincidentally happened alongside or caused serious mental issues that need urgent attention from you, and 3) you don't sound prepared to handle the severity of what you're implying it to be; all goes to show that this reads to me like a terrible fucking idea. I mean that honestly and gently and bluntly.

I don't mean 'give up and don't do this', I mean 'seriously dude either you're not giving me context or you haven't thought nearly hard enough about the realistic way this is going to go', and if it's the latter, no wonder you're having issues.

I already know who my next bond will be, and I know what needs to happen for him to show up. Right now, the four of us are functional, and we have a good Thing going on, sleeping arrangements and all. If we're getting another, a Space needs to open up for him, job to keep us functional that he can do as well as a part to play in our dynamic that is currently not being met. We got Adult (Goni), we got Logic (Al), we got Emotional Teenager (South), we got Has Context And Admin Access (me).

(Side note, South is vaguely 17-19, but he's been treated like he was five for most of his life and has been forced to rapidly oscillate between genuinely horrifying scenarios and being incredibly sheltered, so trying to put any sort of 'he's an average X year old' is downright impossible. He's on the upper end of teens and we call it a day there, and if he hears a word of "you're not old enough to do X activity" then I have to stop him from sending you graphic descriptions of things he can do to your insides and that's no fun for anyone so don't do that please.)

So when we have a space the new bond can fill both in keeping things functional so he has something to do and a space in our relationship so he's not standing on the sidelines looking in, he'll show. As it stands right now, that hasn't happened, so he's not here yet. That and I think I'm stretched rather thin when it comes to bonds, I need much more time with our fishes before I think I can handle more folks in here. So much on my mind, so little time.

But either way regardless. You have several glaring issues that are fairly obvious that you may not have noticed because you can't be objective in a situation you're involved in (true of everyone), and until you fix those, yeah, this doesn't sound like it'll work all that well.

Although I will note that I typically bond via my writing, simply writing from their perspective until they start commentating. They go from 'maybe MaDD doing shit' to 'oh hey soulbond' when they don't comment only on themselves but also on things I'm doing in meatspace. Albafica's a character when he's narrating his own life, he's a person when he demands More Salmon For Dinner; if that makes sense.

I doubt you'd get that far unless they genuinely did want the connection, because otherwise they wouldn't tell you stuff about themselves. Works for me, might work for you, who knows, please get your psychosis symptoms checked out first before touching this again and make sure they actually want to bond and it's actually viable before continuing and then try again I suppose?

A very long answer for a very long ask, but I like Helping, so. Hope that helped a bit.

#asks #anonymous #on soulbonding #on plurality #brrrrr what tags should I use #also opening the floor if anyone else wants to try and help out #anon didn't say no helping so I assume yes helping

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imagine-darksiders · 7 years

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Could you maybe do a scenario with all our beloved Horsemen and their not yet s/o right before they leave they're human companion to confront a particularly dangerous boss? Like before War leaves to fight Straga while his s/o remains with Azrael and they throw their arms around him and tell him to comeback alive, because they can't stand to lose him too but with all the Horsemen? Pretty please and thanks a bunch for being you! Wishing you a great day, plenty of inspiration!

Thanks for the sweet message, I need all the inspiration i can get Im so tireddd xxxx

Nothing lasts forever,Forever is a lie. All we have is what’s betweenA Hello and Goodbye….

Death: “This is it, isn’t it?” You whisper tiredly up at the even tireder looking horseman beside you.

“….Yes,” he sighs down, “I believe it is.”

The pair of you are standing at the base of the Tree of Life’s trunk. The fight with Absolom, the fight that you knew was coming but never thought would actually arrive is finally upon you.

You move forward to enter the dark tunnel, but you’re stopped by Death suddenly grabbing the back of your jumper. You twist your head around to look up at him with a questioning gaze.

“You’re staying here,” he states sternly, “with the Crowfather.”

Of course.

On your way to the tree, Death had made you swear that you wouldn’t try to interfere with his fight against Absolom, and although you’re far from happy about it, you know you’ve really little choice in the matter. There’s no way the horseman is letting you through that door.

Grimacing, you give him a reluctant nod and he releases your garment, striding past you towards the large, stone doorway. But this time, he is stopped by you grabbing his hand and snaking your fingers through his own.

The horseman pauses, but doesn’t pull away. Instead, he lets out a soft sigh as he turns fully to look down at you. Suddenly under the scrutiny of your best friend, you tighten your grip on his hand but cast your eyes down at his boots.

“Can- can you…” you let out a shaky breath, desperately trying to force the tears back into your eyes, “Can you do me a favour?” You look up to find that he’s nodding for you to continue.

“I hate asking for you to do something else for me, you’ve already done so much. But….” You choke suddenly, your throat going tight and throbbing, “Promise me. Promise me you’ll be okay?”

Death sighs yet again, this one much longer and much sadder than before.

“I’m afraid I don’t deal in promises, little one.” He says in a quiet, gentle voice.

“Well then…Tell me,” you demand, “Tell me you’ll be okay.” The words come out sounding like a pained whine and you bite the inside of your cheek to stop the tears that now drip down your chin like water falling off tree leaves.

Death regards you with maddeningly kind eyes. You almost want to hit him, to tell him to stop being so damned understanding all the time. But you’re so tired, tired of all of this. “You know what happens after all of this?” He asks, knowing full well that its all you’ve been thinking about for days.

With a solemn nod, you answer miserably, “I know. I just want…” you give an exasperated sigh before continuing, “I want to be able to say goodbye.”

Death’s eyes glint with the remnants of remorse. “There may not be time.”

“Then MAKE time!” Suddenly, you snap up at him, almost immediately regretting saying that so harshly. But you’re scared for him.

Instead of looking hurt or shocked, Death nods to you, “Of course.” He whispers, raising a hand to straighten out the sleeve of your crumpled jumper. He’s playing for time, you realise. He wants me to say something now.

Without a second thought, you throw yourself forward and wrap your arms tightly around the horseman’s waist, burying your face into the cold skin of his chest. Death doesn’t make a sound and doesn’t miss a beat as one of his hands rests against the back of your head, pressing you deeper into him and the other lingers delicately in the small of your back, sharp fingernails lightly grasping the fabric of your top.

“Please be alright, I love you,” you mumble into him, “I think I might really love you. You’re gonna be fine.” Whether you’re reassuring yourself or him is up for debate, but right now, he simply allows himself to revel in this final, caring contact you’re giving him. There’s a dull ache in his chest where a heart might be found when you tell him you love him. ‘It’s a good ache’, he thinks.

War: War strolls forward to stand before Azrael, glaring up at the angel as he demands that he open the way to the last of the Chosen.. Azrael nods with an air of finality, raising his hands towards the floor, but with a flicker of his eyes, he notices you standing behind War, looking as though you’re fighting to keep yourself from falling apart.

“Hmm….War,” the angel begins, lowering his hands, “I believe there’s someone who wants to wish you ‘good luck’ first…” War follows Azrael’s gaze to rest on your tiny, sad form. You’re shaking and biting your lip painfully hard as you scrub some dried blood off your face. The horseman pulls his lips back into a sympathetic grimace, closing the gap between you and pushing a large, metal finger underneath your chin. He gently forces it into the air and your watery eyes finally meet his soft blue ones.

You swallow whilst he waits, gazing into your eyes with a fierce brightness that almost makes you look away again. But instead, you hold his eyes with your own and whisper, sadly, “Don’t go…”

War furrows his brow, “I must, Y/n. Straga-”

“I don’t want you to go, I don't want to lose someone else that I love.” You whimper, finally letting the tears spill over your lower eyelids to roll steadily down your face. The horseman’s look softens significantly. He hesitantly looks to Azrael, as though needing guidance from the angel in what he should do next. Whilst he’s looking away, he suddenly feels small hands stretch their way around his stomach, nearly touching at his back but not quite being able to reach all the way around his girth. War looks down, seeing you with your face pressed to the armour just below his breastplate. Fingers twitching uncertainty, War ends up stroking a thumb over your hair and softly patting you on the shoulder with his other hand in what he hopes is a reassuring gesture.

War clenches his teeth at the thought of leaving you, temporarily or otherwise, so turning to Azrael, he mutters, “If anything happens to Y/n whilst I’m dealing with Straga….”

“I can assure you,” Azrael bows his head towards you, “no harm shall come to the child under my watch.”

War returns the nod, before slowly backing up, forcing you to relinquish your tight grip. As he turns and begins to head down the steps, you call out to him,”Please come back, War!” He pauses and looks over his shoulder at you. Blinking back tears, you offer him a wobbly smile, “I’m running quite low on friends nowadays….”

Strife: You all but throw yourself at Strife when he turns to bid you a temporary farewell. He lets out a startled grunt as you collide into him and your arms grip his neck that would likely be painful to anyone else. But to Strife, it provides the utmost comfort. He sighs and wraps his own arms around your back, suspending you in the air while he leans backwards to make your face meet his. Your forehead comes close to his and he presses his forward to bump into it affectionately.

“Hey, what gives, small fry?” He teases, looking playfully into your eyes as they brim with unshed tears. “Why the waterworks?”

You shake your head dismally as he gently lowers you to the ground again. You raise a hand to flick a stray tear away from your face as you look up at him with a stern expression on your face.

“Do you promise me you’ll come back?” You ask, hands clasped before you in a pleading gesture. Strife’s eyes widen briefly and you watch a smirk flit onto his face.

“What’re you talkin’ about, huh? Course I’m comin’ back.” He reaches up to rustle your hair and knuckle your chin. You pout up at him but can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. He’s always been an expert at cheering you up, making you feel like everything would be alright in the end.

Still, this is going to be one of the toughest fights he’d face, he wouldn’t even let you in the vicinity, opting to make you stay back and wait for him somewhere safe.

“How come you’re so worried about me anyway?” He raises a brow to emphasise the question, one which you can answer without missing a beat. “Because I love you, Strife. You’re probably the best friend I’ve had in a long time and I’m not too keen on losing yet another person I care about.”

Strife grins with a cocksure look about him. “Shucks, Y/n. Now you’ve gone and made me feel guilty about havin’ a death wish.” He chuckles, but you’re still sombre.

“Strife,” you murmur, catching his lively eyes that crinkle at the corners reassuringly, “just….Just make sure you do. Come back, I mean.” Looking up at him shyly, you try your best to keep the tangible worry from your voice. But Strife simply lowers his head, peering at you through half lidded eyes. There’s a beat of silence before he says something and it’s so out of character for him, you almost blanch.

“I’m not leaving you alone here, promise. I’m gonna come back, cause I gotta, for you.” The sincerity in his tone is as moving as it is unnerving and you can’t help the stunned expression that envelops your features.

With a wink, Strife whirls about and lopes off towards his quarry, leaving you standing in the dying light of the sun, praying for his safe return.

Fury: It had been a very tense argument about why you weren’t allowed to go with her to fight this particular demon. You were both adamant that you wanted to protect the other, you by helping her kill her target, and she by keeping you as far from it as possible.

The stalemate lasted for hours until finally, you caved. She looked so tired and worried that you told her you’d stay behind. But you were livid about having to do so.

“I know.” She whispered, brushing the back of her fingers across your cheek, “But this is not a creature that I can protect you from, not like I can with those we’ve faced together so far.”

Her brief explanation did very little to console you, so Fury placed both of her hands behind your head at the base of your neck and pulled your head forwards until her soft, plump lips met your brow.

“You are so brave, Y/n. So very brave...” She trails off when you rest your hands on her forearms and rub your thumbs along her exposed skin there. You let out a miserable sound as she pulls away, your hands sliding down her arms to grasp both of the horseman’s hands tightly. Fury laughs, suddenly you can’t stop thinking that this could be the last time you ever heard it.

Fury begins to back away, slowly letting her arms stretch out in front of her, finally letting go with one and turning away from you slightly. Your remaining hand still laced with her own starts to slip slowly from her grasp, your fingers and hers are outstretched until only the very tips are touching…. Then she lets go completely, turning fully from you now she summons her horse and mounts up.

With cold, cruel tears pouring from your eyes, you reach towards her, “Fury!” She turns briefly to glance back down into your face, her brows creasing sadly at your own anguish. “I love you..” you whisper, so quietly you cant be sure she actually heard you. But judging by the way her golden eyes flash brightly and her lips stretch wide into a joyous grin, you feel your doubt slide away, leaving only enough room for hope.

“And I love you, dear one.”

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