#this probably doesn't mean anything i just found it mildly amusing

[buryam-soul]

Wait oh I'm very late to the realization so I'm sure someone else already noticed before but

Welt Yang moved from one AE (Anti-Entropy) to another (Astral Express)

#this probably doesn't mean anything i just found it mildly amusing #honkai impact 3rd #honkai star rail #welt yang

[companionwolf]

shavur (break)

Summary: Jacob and Sunday talk in their cell in the place beyond the window. Later, Jacob runs for it.

"Fancy meeting you here."

Jacob stares mutely at the older man. 

...Sunday? 

Yeah, unless you're seeing shit, says a tired part of him. Jacob doesn't answer, just keeps staring. 

His brain isn't quite back at full capacity, he's still a bit too much in freeze to speak yet, but as he looks slightly agape at Sunday, he manages to put together the other's leg is broken. That throws the rest of the lights on in Jacob almost instantly -- concern for another person, the need to do something, anything to try and help. 

But there's not much he can do, can he? So instead, Jacob manages to find his voice. 

"Sunday, holy shit, what are you doing here?" he asks. He doesn't give the other time to answer. "Your leg's fucked. Y-you probably know that, you don't need me to say it, but did they do that to you? Did they interrogate you too? Jean's here. Well, not here but--" 

Sunday's grin falters a little at the mention of Jean also being in this place. "I could ask you all the same," he says. "Why are you here?"

The window! Tell him about the window!

So Jacob does.

He recounts how the woman they found at the apartment woke, went into the bathroom, folded the fucking world like origami and broke his brain. How there was a window after that-- Jean went through it first, and he...

"I know how to close it," Jacob says. "I think." 

If Sunday feels any which way about that or his leg, he doesn't show it, just looks mildly interested. "Do you?" He sounds like he's maybe a little amused-- Jacob isn't sure. 

He frowns at the other man, almost a pout.

He thinks you're lying? A child's voice.

I don't know, Jacob thinks back. He doesn't seem convinced. 

I'm not convinced either, says a different part. 

Fuck off, he thinks, and focuses again. "I do know!" he says to Sunday. " Sort of. Enough. I hope." 

The other man is quiet. The pair sit in silence for a while, Jacob glancing around the room to look for anything that he might be able to use to help with the whole 'Sunday's leg is broken' issue. 

Nothing stands out; he relents, looking dismayed. He takes off the hoodie he's been wearing then, passes it to Sunday. 

"Here," he says. "For the bleeding."  It's an off white hoodie, so when the other wipes off the blood it stains noticeably, but Jacob doesn't mind. 

It's something he could do, to offer the older man some sense of control. Plus maybe being a little less bloodied makes him feel better physically. Blood's hot and sticky and feels pretty gross when it dries on your skin.

Jacob's head hurts then. 

Why do I know that?

Someone inside answers far too quickly-- from the creatures in Emmett's apartment, of course. Don't be stupid, Agent Jacob. Of course you know how it feels.

He isn't sure he really believes that, but he doesn't know anything else that'd explain it. 

Jacob zones back in-- Sunday is looking at him with an air of restrained curiosity, hoodie idle in his hands; when Jacob returns his gaze, the other man gives the hoodie back with a curt "Thank you." 

"Yeah, of course," Jacob says. "Not a problem.

"I don't suppose they brought you here, did they?" Sunday asks. 

Jacob blinks. 

"I mean, kind of," he admits. "I think caught is a better word. I found the village and there was pizza. College student answered the door, let me in. Said I could have some. Guess that's where I fucked up." 

The other man gives him a look that lingers between exasperation and not being surprised at all. "You didn't ever read any fairy tales, did you?" 

Jacob tries to remember-- 

Someone shoves him away from any recollection. He's right. You didn't, Jab. Not ever. That's the technical truth. Now fuck off. 

His head aches. He shakes it, less as a 'no' and more to try to make the pain stop, but it looks the former to Sunday, who smiles wanely.

"Somehow I'm not shocked," he says. 

What's that supposed to mean?! 

Relax, Jacob thinks, he's just teasing. 

Out loud, he says, "Maybe I should start. Once we get out of here." He's eyeing the big reinforced metal door. If we can get out of here. Somehow.

"Maybe you should," Sunday agrees.

They lapse into silence again. Jacob pulls the hoodie back on, despite the blood. It's cold in this place, and he misses the brief warmth he had in the smaller hut, with the fireplace. 

Humans huddle, don't they? The voice is quiet, introspective. You should huddle. Like humans do.

Why the fuck did you say it like that? says someone else. Are you not a human being?

We have a literal cat in here, says a third voice. Why would more not-humans be weird to you?

...Everyone shut up, Jacob thinks wearily at them.

"Sunday," he says finally, "are they gonna just...are we going to starve here? Are they coming back? You might not even know, it's a stupid question, but--" 

"Don't worry about that, Jacob," Sunday says.

Ohh, Jacob doesn't like that answer. Not a bit. "W-why not?" he asks. 

Sunday doesn't reply, just looks tiredly at Jacob. Not because of him, just at him. He seems almost like he's thinking about something that he doesn't share. He seems sort of ... not sad; that's not sadness. Jacob isn't sure what that expression is.

He wants to ask, holds back mostly because someone inside sits on his ability to say anything at all until he gets the idea-- don't do that.

So instead Jacob says, "Your leg- what happened? They broke it? Did you try to run?" 

Sunday is quiet for a few moments, then glances down at his leg. "I think it's better you don't know," he replies. "Nothing we can do about it now." 

The unsaid no sense wasting time on it hangs in the air, and Jacob hates that too. "I wish I was like Jean," he says, sounding distressed. "I could do something to help-- they know how to fix people, how to fix broken stuff." 

Sunday makes a little hm noise. 

"When you get back to them," he says, and it's casual, "you could ask them to teach you something." 

Jacob nods. "Good idea."

He sounds so confident about that, someone notes. About us getting out of this mess. 

We're resourceful! says a young part.

Someone else, who does not speak in words, is worrying. Their anxiety worms its way through their shared mind, to the point Jacob feels like he needs to pace to relieve the pressure. Instead, he fidgets with the strings of his hoodie and pretends he doesn't feel anything bad at all. 

Time passes slowly. Jacob and Sunday continue to talk, just small things now-- mostly Jacob, rambling on about this or that, the other patiently listening with brief occasional comments. Jacob isn't sure how long it is before the world goes deathly quiet all of a sudden. 

There's a soft scratching. A lot of soft scratching, like many legs crunching dry leaves. Something scrapes the roof of the hut-- and the door slowly opens as a figure enters the cell.

It's almost too tall-- doubled over a little. Jacob can't really put together what he's looking at; folks inside are throwing out guesses to him, but all he's got is 'stick bug'. It's far too large, too many limbs, too many feelers moving on their own.

Sunday looks at the figure, resigned.

"Hi, dad."

Jacob glances from Sunday to the 'stick bug' and back, stunned into quiet for a moment.

"Wait, but..." He can't even finish the words. He just kind of stares, unsure of what to say, if anything, and more than a little afraid. Someone young takes control of his mouth-- "Hi! Are you gonna eat us?" 

Rude, someone else hisses inside, grabbing the mouth snatcher from their close proximity to the front and retreating far back with them. 

Jacob shakes his head to clear it. 

"Sorry, I just mean--" He flounders then, looks at Sunday, mouths "What? What the fuck?" at the other man.

A noise fills the room and vibrates in Jacob's head. It gives him an instant headache and he wants to vomit. He claps his hands over his ears, trying to not dry heave. 

Inside, dissonant shouting, and still the crying child. The combined sound of internal and external noise is overwhelming. 

If Sunday is uncomfortable, he doesn't show it. "Let Jacob go," he says. "He's nothing to do with this and you don't want him." 

The noise returns, louder now.

Jacob squeezes his eyes shut. "I just wanted to fix the stupid window," he says, a mumble.

(Maybe if he's honest, it'll listen to Sunday.)

From where he's against the wall, Sunday looks at Jacob, his face etched with acceptance-- determination. There's something hidden in his fist and under his coat. Jacob doesn't have time to wonder what, as the other mouths 'run'.

Jacob jumps up, makes a break for it-- the thing almost turns to stop him, but then quickly swings back around to Sunday. 

He doesn't see it, but Jacob feels the heat behind him. The explosion rings in his ears, and there's the sound of other people in the village screaming. 

Ahead of Jacob, the portal at the center of the village. 

Did he just fucking blow himself and that thing up? shrieks someone inside. Jacob ignores them, tries to push himself to go faster.

He makes it through.

It's pitch black here, echo-y. Somewhere, the sound of water. He takes a second to breathe, mumbling something vaguely prayerful as he blinks in the dark, not even sure what he's reciting. 

Someone knows. It's not a happy prayer. As much as Jacob hasn't really put what just happened together, many of the others inside have and they ache. Someone who screamed when the explosion went off initially continues to, yet it's not enough to drown the ringing out.

Jacob does his best to listen then, trying to figure out if the liquid is running or dripping or what. 

The window... sobs the still crying child.

Forget the window! he snaps back mentally. He wants to say something else, but not right now. Once he's safe. Then he can think about that.

Jacob takes a breath. The water's dripping. The air smells of earth. This is a cave? He's in a cave. He finds himself smiling, but it's not happy. It's more bewildering than anything else.

The scent of dirt and water is almost grounding. Not quite. But nearly.

We're lost in the dark and you're doing therapy bullshit? says an irritated voice in him.

He ignores them, attempts to listen again -- for wind or other people, anything besides the dripping of the liquid. Nothing besides the hum of the portal behind him. Jacob swears. 

He squints then into the back - dark as fuck, he can't see shit. He reaches to the side of the cave until he manages to make contact with a wall. He can follow it out.

Maybe. Probably.

We're going to die in here! howls someone inside. 

We could go back, someone else says. 

"Fuck no," Jacob says out loud. "We'll figure this out-- resourceful, remember?" It's desperation. They can get out of this. They have to. 

They have to, or Sunday-- 

Jacob swallows hard against the lump in his throat. He will get out of this. He will. He will. He will. He will.

(Sunday's look of resignation, of determination, is burned into his head. Still he thinks he can faintly feel the heat of the explosion.

And Jacob stops.

Jacob stops and finishes the Mourner's Kaddish. 

#wolf barking #runs on gay and horror #tailstrokes

[7soulstars]

so glad you opened requests again! can I request an avengers x reader who has huge white wings ,but doesn't know how to fly ..maybe they found her in a hydra base locked in a cage, scarred and frightened and they took her in. thank you 💞

 Hey Darling! Thank you sooo much for sending in a request and for being so patient! I really love this idea and I'll try my best to give it justice it deserves. I really hope you enjoy it ! Love you !

Alate

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Pairing: Avengers x Avenger! Reader

Warnings: Reader is traumatised, ANGSTY AF, Overprotective Bucky, OOC Stephen, Avenger Loki (I just love him OKAY !), Floof

Summary: “Man must rise above the Earth—to the top of the atmosphere and beyond—for only thus will he fully understand the world in which he lives.”– Socrates

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Alate; having wings or lifted up in flight.

Soaring she moved like the wind would. As if even the winged gods and angels followed her path. Legs dangling she watched the lit up city beneath her, recalling her past.

It had been a regular enough mission. Ambush, Steal Information and destroy base. Natasha, Scott, Steve, Wanda, Loki and Tony moved as the rest directed them through the ear piece in their ear. Scott had managed to break in first through the main door of the warehouse with Wanda following suit. Loki got Tony and Steve in through the back and Nat, well, she slithered in from the top. Then came the problem. The files weren't in the fucking warehouse but at least 30 Hydra Agents were. But then again it never was a big deal when you had even half a handful of superheroes and a villian turned vigilante inside together. 10 minutes and half were either dead or barely alive. Just when they were about to leave Tony noticed the basement. Scott was made to go first since he wouldn't be noticed by anyone. And he definately did not expect to see what he saw.

"I don't like this. Nope."

"What the hell are you talking about Lang ?"

"Get in here !"

"No you tell us what is going on !"

"THEY'VE KEPT THIS GIRL PRISIONER AND HER STATE DOES NOT LOOK GOOD. WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR BULLSHIT ONE OF YOU GET HER OUT !"

"...........Stark blast the door open..........."

"Don't have to say more Capsicle"

There was a boom and the lead door fell open, almost squashing Scott who yelled a 'watch it' before sizing up.

What they saw was what Peter would say ‘Does not pass the vibe check’

It was a metal box. Only the front covered with bulletproof glass, that was covered with perspiration and probably high amounts of dust. Chains made of lead bound her limbs. Her mouth was muzzled, hair matted, bruises and cuts everywhere, cloth covered something protruding from her back and it looked like it hurt. She cowered into a corner of the box, glaring at the newcomers, visibly terrified as her body trembled.

“What kind of -”

“Sick bastard ? Demon Spawn ?”, Tony continued for Natasha.

“We need to get her out of here”, Loki said grimacing at the way she was being treated.

“She won’t come with us voluntarily.....When, Pietro and I were being controlled by Hydra....We complied so we were never tied down like that.....But the stronger, dangerous ones are.....abused.....Brainwashing probably didn’t work on her....so they may have subdued her and she probably won’t react well to us....”, Wanda said. She felt sick to her stomach at the girl’s state. Old memories came rushing through.

Nat agreed, trying to figure out how to get the other out. They all stood there silently wracking their brains as Bucky and Sam who had stood guarding the outside came in because the others were taking too long.

“ We need to leave they probably called for back-”, Bucky stopped to look in the direction of the cell, “Y/N ??”, he looked shocked as he moved to touch the glass seperating the two. The girl desperately tried to shuffle near to him, struggling with the chains holding her in place. It almost looked like he had forgotten about anyone or anything as he tried to break the glass holding her in. Loki helped in a way too. He somehow unlocked all the chains and the muzzle with his magic. The cloth from her back came loose and there was a bright light blinding everyone for a second. They were wings.....The whitest anyone had ever seen.

The ride in the quinjet was a rather troublesome one. Y/N would hiss at anyone who even tried to mildly interact with her, flinching everytime someone moved and clinging onto Bucky’s arm as she buried her head into his chest. Everthing scared her. The machines, the people, every single thing.

Bucky looked at her in pity.He was angry that he could never get her out of that hellhole. He was angry at himself. You see, Y/N was kidnapped and brought in by Hydra at the mere age of 10. She met Bucky for the first time at the mere age of 16. 

She was one of those who didn’t listen. One of those cases where a brainwashed Soldat was thrown into their cell to discipline them. But she was also one of them whom he refused to bring himself to harm even in that state. She had helped him once. When he was badly injured as he was thrown into her cell . She had looked past her fear and wrapped a scrapped part of her dust ridden gown around his hand. That was the last he had seen of her. He had thought they got rid of her.

Nat had tried. To make the girl at least glance at her. She finally succeeded on offering her food. It made Nat feel a weird kind of warmth something she hadn’t felt ever. 

By the time they reached headquarters Y/N had familiarised herself or at least tried to with everyone. Wanda had helped her in and out of the shower. Nat had brought her clothes. Loki kept apparating and magic-ing stuff to amuse her. Satisfied with a smug look on his face when she let out a soft gasp of excitement. 

Next part was the difficult bit. Equipment everywhere. It recalled the girl of enough horridness. Steve had hesitated and asked if a full health checkup was necessary immediately and it turned out that it was. But Bruce was gentle. At that moment Y/N wondered if such gentleness had ever existed and if it did, why hadn’t she gotten a nibble of it.

Tony had stopped Peter and Thor from attacking the girl with their golden retriever personalities as he constanly kept inquiring to F.R.I.D.A.Y about her origin. Scott and Sam had bickered making Y/N giggle as she sat by Loki and Bucky. For the first time in her life she felt at peace.

Stephen Strange met Y/N a month after her rescue all after winning a bickering contest with Tony when the rest of the Avengers suggested it in the first place saying that ‘It’s not only unfair to him considering his position in the team but he can also help her.’ 

See the thing is that Y/N didn’t know her true potential and the irony is that even with wings she had no idea how the fuck to fly. 

Stephen liked her. Wong did too. She was quiet and spoke only when necessary but there was kindness and fascination in her eyes. She had tried her hand in sorcery and she was learning. Fast though not as fast as Stephen it was surprising. 

Her wings were heavy It was understandable why she didn’t try flying. But Stephen tried. Oh how he did and though embarassingly for him he had also asked the others for assistance but it never seemed to work. 

Y/N had felt what the meaning of being called an Avenger for the very first time and that it was filled with loss and pain. She had looked around her as she threw the magical golden whip at the enemy. Nat was limping. Steve struggled. Peter was down on his knees. A pack of little screams had alerted her as she looked to see a set of civilians at whom guns were being cocked at. She had leapt. Without thing of the consequences as Bucky had yelled a painful no. She lept right in front of the group,Her wings shielding them when she heard the shots go off. She waited for the pain but she felt nothing but little jerks. The battle had turned silent. Everyone had stopped to look and take in what had had happened. Her wings had ricochetted evey single bullet. Hitting them backing into the ones who had fired them in the first place. And for the first time that she had flapped them she felt herself lift off the ground as the shone a blinding white.

Y/N recalls Sundays. The days when everyone sat together at Stark Towers as they lean on Y/N’s wings watching movies peacefully with occasional perks of laughter.

Shimmering gold and green flashed beside her as she sat recalling on top of the building. A hand placing a book by Socrates in her hand. “They’re waiting and I’m tired of being pestered. Come on, let’s go”,he snarked earning a giggle.

She finally knew what the quote meant. She was lucky to be Alate.

--The End --

Finally done! I am so sorry for delaying all the requests I’m really going through a very important and stressful phase of my life. (One which practically determines my future). Thank you so much for being patient and I really hope you will enjoy this fic! Feedback is appreciated and please like, reblog and comment if you like my work to support me! I have made changes in my fic request list so do check it out! Please do not plagarise my work!

~Love, Hri

#ask hri #marvel #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #mcu x you #Avengers #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #avengers poly #avenger!reader #ask me anything #SEND REQUESTS #send me asks #avengers x you #avengers x platonic reader #natasha romanov #wanda maximoff #loki odinson #stephen strange #tony stark #peter parker #bucky barnes #steve rogers

[gra-sonas]

I’d love to hear your thoughts on the malex scene if you don’t mind! I am completely obsessed with it and I have this thing where I love to read people and blog’s I respect opinions on stuff and sometimes I see different moments through a different lense and realize something I didn’t pick up on before. Did you have a favorite moment or facial expression or anything like that??

"Obsessed" is putting it mildly, IT'S SO GOOD!!!

Okay, lemme see. [this got LONG, sorry]

So, Michael is convinced that he's the one who's going to be killed, and since he's learned that he's likely the offspring of a "genocidal maniac", he's probably convinced himself that he actually deserves to die, bc his life's been a shit show most of the time anyway, and better get rid of him before he can hurt anyone, right? But since he's Michael, he has to make it a joke, and pretend like it doesn't actually bother him all that much. COWBOY SWAGGER

And instead of being devastated about the news, or confirming that yes, Michael is indeed an awful person and deserves to be murdered, Alex laughs!

He knows Michael so well, and he's like "dude, you're not even trying, that's not the Michael Guerin I know."

Oh, but two can play that game, right? "Well, you always did see the violence in me, didn't you," Michael throws at Alex. And while, yes, Alex struggled with Michael getting in fights all the time after the shed incident, I don't believe for a second that he ever thought of Michael as a violent person.

So, Alex is like "WTF are you talking about???"

Ohhhh, now Michael's firing (ha!) on all cylinders, he's serving Alex a double-whammy:

"I could never do the right thing" (i.e. 1x03 "Guess you're still the guy just looking for any excuse to walk away, huh?")

"Turns out neither could my father." THE DADDY CARD! Bc if anyone would know about having a shitty dad, it would be Alex.

Alex is mildly irritated about how Michael would know about his father, but Michael won't go into how he found out, all it matters is that Alex gets it. Fast. "He was a killer. Genocidal maniac, actually." That should do the trick of shocking Alex, right? It should make him stop being amused and so fucking nonchalant about Michael's struggles.

And what does Alex do? He laughs. Again! How does he not take Michael seriously? How dare he? Michael's so full of rage, and he wants to fight now, but Alex doesn't do what he's supposed to do, and Michael doesn't know how to handle it.

Alex sees right through Michael. And he's clapping back.

"Wow, you must've loved that." Hitting the bullseye with that one.

"You've been looking for proof that you were worthless your whole life." BAM, this one's also spot-on!

But Michael still has a lot of fight left in him. Self-deprecation FTW! "What can I say? I had a hunch."

Michael "I'VE BEEN TERRIBLE ALL ALONG" Guerin

Surely, now Alex has to understand what Michael's telling him, and show some goddamn compassion, or leave (which would give Michael the ultimate excuse to explode and be even more mad).

Alex is just setting up the ultimate trap tho. "Look, if you're your father, then I'm mine. Which means I have a lot of torturing to do before the end of the night, so excuse me."

Even a genius like Michael will get the ~logic of this argument.

And Michael's like

"It's not, it's not the same," Michael says, because, HELL NO, of course, Alex is NOT his father.

"No, it is. I hate to break it to you, Guerin, but there's not some special set of rules that applies just to you. You decide who you are. If you give up, it is on you." Alex beats Michael with logic (and also tells him to stop with the self-loathing and self-pity), and damn if that isn't the most beautiful thing.

🤯 << Michael's brain after this. All the anger that had been fueling him mere moments ago, seems to have left his body in that moment.

He looks at Alex, who's getting into his car to drive off while mulling over what Alex just said. He turns around to leave and...

Alex tells him to wait, and Michael's curls are getting whiplash from how fast Michael turns back around to Alex. He's ready and willing to let Alex continue with hammering home some truths to him.

A "Wait. In Maria's vision, I say that I am covering up a murder, right?" M "Yeah." A "It's not you." M "You can't know that."

Uhm, hello, have you met Alex Manes? He wouldn't say that it's not Michael if he wasn't sure of it. But Michael's certain that there's no way it isn't him, so really, what proof could Alex possibly have?

"Yes, I can. If it were you, I would not cover it up."

The face of a man who can't believe what Alex just said, trying to swallow around a huge lump in his throat. 🥺

And then.

And then.

AND THEN

"I would burn the entire world down first."

🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭

HE'S CRYING OMGGGGGG 😭😭😭😭 (Damn you, Vlamis for acting with your face like that 😭😭😭)

That's as close to Alex saying I LOVE YOU (present tense) as they've ever come [on screen], and Michael knows it. And fuck, if that doesn't hit him deep down, to the very core of him. (It's also a signal that there's probably still hope for them, and maybe, just maybe their time has finally come)

And the other thing is: Alex just made a point in telling him that A/ children are NOT their parents (unless they want to), and B/ there's actually a good chance that it's really not Michael getting murdered.

So, yeah. I want a gravestone that can play videos, and I want it to play this scene on repeat for all of eternity. Please and thank you!

#malex #rnm 3x03 #rnm spoilers #nonnie asks

[maplecornia]

Namjoon

𝔞/𝔫: this will be in Namjoon's POV

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 2.85K

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: romance | slice of life | fluff | angst | bts x female!reader | ot7

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: cliffhangers | angst | fluff | slight mentions of self hatred | depression | mental health illness | self harm | occurs in the year 2024 | set in a timeline where BTS went to the military together | slight language

tags: @kookaine | @fangirl125reader | @kookiebbyxx | @taradevonne | @rae-bear | @mangminnie | @pixiekooo | @cana

My hands flying across the keyboard, I have no room to think about anyone or anything else other than my work. I have no intention to think about anything else.

I've heard it said that there are those with a wasteland in their minds. They are constantly searching for something to give their life meaning, but everything they find isn't good enough. They are constantly trying to break the last record, find a new tune, discover another song to play in their hearts. They can never rest, they never want to rest for if they did they would lose their minds.

Pulling away from the board, I find that I'm shaking. My eyesight is wavering, I can't even think straight.

Am I the same as those lost?

Sighing, I hold my head in my hands.

What am I doing? I have no time to be worrying over things that don't matter. My gaze drifting, I notice a coffee cup on the table beside me, along with a small bag of snacks resting against it. Mildly amused, I stand to investigate, and find a note tied around the bag. Pulling on it, I blink in surprise at the neat but shaky Hangul written there.

Namjoon, I'm not too good at writing in Korean just yet so I hope that this is understandable.

This is a coffee cup, but if you need some water or an energy drink, I placed some beside your bag. This is a little bag of leftover snacks I found at the vending machine.

I'm sorry I couldn't find something better than this, but I hope it's enough for a small pick me up.

Please remember to get some rest tonight, I don't want you working too hard.

-Yen

I don't realize I'm crying until a tear runs from my cheek and lands on the small slip of paper. Surprised, I frantically dry the tear from the paper before holding it close to my chest as though it were my only comfort. The tears continue to run down my face, and I fall to the floor almost sobbing as unexplainable emotions surge through my body. Too fast and too many at once for me to be able to understand.

"Why...why are you so kind?"

Does she even realize the effect she has on my heart? The way she tears and turns it as though it were nothing? She doesn't even have to think twice about her actions. She doesn't do these things to gain something from me, in fact, she expects nothing, and yet...

She makes me want to give her the world.

.

.

.

"What are you talking about?"

Jaejin smiles at the question, almost as though he were dealing with a child who didn't want to let go of their parents on his first day of school. Scoffing almost, I fold my arms in indignation. Since when was I the child in this relationship?

"It's quite simple hyung, I'm going to be away for a couple of months. It's not that big of a deal."

"Not a big deal?!" Reaching forward, I stop him from packing. He looks up at me, a bit surprised. "Jaejin, need I remind you of your position? You can't just leave whenever you see fit. There are policies, systems set in place, responsibilities you have to uphold."

Jaejin rolls his eyes before politely removing my hand from his stuff.

"Namjoon, you didn't think I knew? I've already taken care of everything."

As he pulls away, rummaging in his desk for a pen and sticky note, I stare at him dumbfounded. He's leaving, isn't he? Just when I've come back, now one of my closest and most trusted friends is leaving me behind. Scolding myself, I try to push the feeling of being betrayed to the back of my mind.

Jaejin has a right to pursue his dreams, I shouldn't hold him back. This isn't something to be upset over, I should be happy for him, I should support his decision.

But I don't want to say goodbye.

He must've noticed my expression, for when he next speaks, I can tell his words were meant to comfort me.

"You know, you're going to love Yen."

"Yen?"

"That's the person coming in to replace me."

I stare at him, not wanting to believe his words. He's having someone come in to replace him as my manager? How can he expect someone I don't even know to replace him at my side? Just how long is he planning to stay away?

Almost sensing my discomfort, Jaejin turns to me and places his hand on my shoulder. "There's no reason to worry. Yen will do an amazing job, okay?"

"How can you be so sure?"

At my question, he gets this faraway look in his eye and beckons for me to join him as he settles down in one of the chairs set up at his desk.

"Yen is someone special, you'll probably notice that as you get to know her." I open my mouth to ask him how, but he holds his hand up, already foreseeing my immediate response. I roll my eyes at the gesture, understanding his point and shutting up.

"I'm not just saying this as her friend, she's someone who I think will help you a lot. Though she might not think she's qualified for the job, and she may doubt herself every second of the way, she will try her hardest to be the best she can be." Watching him talk about her, almost as though she were the thing he treasured the most on earth, both confuses and intrigues me. What is she, perfect? No person is, so what's the difference with her?

"Yen is the kind of person who speaks to others through their emotions. She knows when you're sad, angry, tired, she can see it all through a few gestures. With a simple look your way it's as though she can see all the hidden secrets of your soul." In his wistful eyes, I wonder about the history between the two of them. Missed chances, unspoken words, regrets, do they have any of those? The way he talks about her, I don't think they are merely just friends.

"My point is, she'll take care of you. You don't ever have to be afraid of losing yourself when she's around, because she'll always bring you back."

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Holding the note in my hands now, the way it feels almost as though she were there right beside me, holding me as I shake from all the built-up pain and frustration, I realize that Jae is right.

She's always there, helping me, supporting me. She gave me a reason to continue, she showed me that I didn't have to take care of everyone all the time. She reassured me that I wasn't alone, that she would stay beside me no matter what happened.

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"Your music changes with you, don't you know?"

As she sits across from me, her wide eyes piercing mine with their deep stare, I try to make some sense of her words. Yes, I understand that music changes, but what does that have to do with me and my struggles? I'm afraid I don't love making music anymore, and this is what she responds with?

She smiles almost understandingly at my perplexed expression, and I quickly hide it, unaware I was being so obvious.

"Namjoon, maybe the reason why you feel so trapped is not that you don't love music anymore, but rather because you're trying to recreate something from the past." My eyes widening at the thought, I pull away from the soundboard. Was that what I was doing? Trying to recreate a past sound when the sound inside has already changed?

"Music grows as you grow, it flourishes the same way. Maybe in order to find yourself again, you have to let go of what your music used to be." Turning to her, somehow I know she sees the pain and the fear reflected in my eyes.

What if who I am now isn't good enough? What if this person isn't worthy of his title? What if I've become what I've always been afraid of?

Nothing.

Reaching forward, she takes my hand into her small ones and smiles warmly my way. A smile meant to calm me down, a gesture meant to calm the storm that threatens to rise in my chest.

"That doesn't mean you have to forget, it doesn't mean you have to say goodbye. It just means you have to move on, and grow as you've done before. If there's one thing I know, it's that you are good enough. You are worthy of their love, you are worthy of everything you have ever accomplished."

She smiles somewhat cockily as her eyes locked with mine, almost making me forget my doubt.

"Now, you just have to prove it to them once more."

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She taught me what I was doing this for, reminded me why I love music, why I chose this path. It was her light, her passion that showed me the way.

Raising myself off of the ground, and pocketing the note, I turn back to the computer. Back to my work. Wiping my tears, I sit down taking a deep breath before resuming.

I won't let her down.

note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAMJOON! I hope you have a great birthday, and continue to be the amazing leader you have been for the longest time! I'm looking forward to the day where we can see you again.

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The Truths Found On Petram Viridios IV (3/?)

A/n: this is a long chapter. Hope you guys like it. In this chapter I referenced @hoodoo12 fic Inked

Read Part 1, Part 2

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Chapter 3: Do You?

"Are you having a good time?" he wondered as you were picking at your meal, and drawing faces in it.

"It's been pleasant enough." you admitted; shifting in your seat to sit up properly. "You've certainly made it easy on me."

You appreciated how the time passed so easily with the chemist's want and eagerness for conversation. He was well-spoken, and nothing lacked but whether it was you or your wandering mind, you had the feeling of wanting to go home; to relax on Rick's couch and watch a silly movie, but the night would go on. Intrigued by your earlier statement, V'gha studied you for a moment, not so unlike the way Zeta-7 would. Flexing his thick fingers, and smirking as though he had found the secrets of the universe and not intending on sharing it, he rested his chin on his now clasped hands."Would you care to elaborate?"

"Sure. I believe it's because, despite our differences, you're not so bad. I was worried that you were going to be overly serious, but it's been fun chatting with you."

"Well," he started, "I hope you won't be offended by me saying this, but I thought you were going to be more Neanderthal."

"You know," you giggled. "I get that a lot."

It never occurred to you to expect anything to really happen right now, but through half-lidded eyes, there were flecks of melancholy along with another emotion you couldn't quite detect. It passed quickly as light amusement colored his voice. "Is self-deprecating humor common among your kind? It doesn't matter. You nonetheless contain an intellect that I can only describe as affable. Are all humans this way?"

"I don't know, I can't speak for my kind, but I can speak for myself. I think in my case," You considered with seriousness, trying to refrain from sharing too many details. "it's what happens when you live as I do; close to a mad genius who enjoys his work as much as his garden. No really," you paused, playing around with your cloth napkin. "it's nothing special. I wish I could give you a highly detailed explanation, but I don't consider myself much of an intellectual. I do learn something new everyday. I think that counts for something."

Nodding in agreement, he made an attempt to consume his meal of fried klema paste, but could only manage a small bite as he too gave up on trying to believe it was halfway edible. "If I would've been in my lab, I could've shown you a recipe for a formula that attracts insectoids large enough to feed a family for a month. Even the bitter, old, beetletoids would taste better than what we've been served tonight."

You had a feeling that the meals were chosen by a machine that couldn't determine what would be better; pleasing the taste buds or feeding the vitamin deficiencies; it seemed to be the latter.

"I'm sad to tell you that I don't eat insects or insectoids. Though," you smiled. "I appreciate the sentiment. Where I'm from, you either love them or despise them. There isn't much of an in-between. For my part, I admire them. Like, there's these cute little guy's called roly-polys. They kind of look like little pills and they hang out in dead leaves and stuff. Oh, and don't even get me started on iridescent insects. They're just so beautiful, like living jewels. Too bad I don't have an eloquent explanation to give you."

"Do you mean to say that insectoids or insects as you refer to them, are minuscule creatures where you're from? How fascinating. And stranger still," he gestured at your outfit. "I was just thinking that you appear somewhat iridescent yourself."

He must've been referring to the sequins on your dress which were mildly reflective and multichromatic. "That was the point," you joked readily. "to look as though I could fly away at any moment. At least that's the story I'm sticking with, but don't tell anyone I left my private jet at home."

"Well, it does suit you. Has anyone told you that?"

If he meant either your dress, attitude, or both, then Rick had but you weren't going to tell him that. "No, but thank you."

"Really," he insisted. "I mean it. I…..I can't help but feel as though I know you." Leaning slightly forward, though not so much that it would violate the law, and squinting, he wondered. "Are you sure we haven't met before?"

The multiverse thing was another classified subject on the infinite list of what you weren't allowed to talk about. For all you knew, he might've met another version of yourself or met you in passing in your travels with Rick. "No, we haven't. Maybe I remind you of someone."

Realization struck him, and he dug around in his pockets and pulled out a blank white card. Laying it out on the table, he pressed the corner of it, and it produced a hologram; it was a Salamandrian with vibrant coloring and stripes that made you wonder if they glowed in the dark. "That's why I've been perplexed. You remind me of her; an old colleague of mine."

"She's beautiful."

"Yes, I thought so too. We used to work in the same lab together and were close to a breakthrough which could've assisted with premature aging which my species are prone to, but it wasn't meant to be. We ran out of funding and while working on another project, she collapsed. Before I knew it, she succumbed to rapid aging. Cha'thxa was amiable like yourself and loved to joke around. I believe that's why we were good friends."

"It's always the good ones. I'm sorry."

Replacing the card back into his pocket, he sobered. "It's alright. That was half a lifetime ago, but it's odd how events can trigger these recollections. Thank you."

"For what?"

"For these interactions of ours. It made me feel youthful."

What? Now that couldn't be right. If it hadn't been such an odd thing for him to say, you wouldn't have given a second thought to how he had spoken and carried himself. Really, you thought he was younger than yourself. "How old are you exactly? You don't look mature."

Taking a long sip of his beverage, he admitted with amusement. "Let's just say that the equivalent in human years is roughly 64.322 years old."

"What? No way. I wouldn't have ever guessed, but it shows what I know."

Though you weren't an expert on reptiles either, so how could you have known?

"Would it have really mattered? The only difference it would have made was perhaps in the way you would've treated me. I don't enjoy being treated as though I'm feeble-minded and will collapse at any moment."

"I promise, I wouldn't have."

"If only it were that simple. I've done the same, except I did the opposite and discriminated against someone far younger than I was and believed them foolish, but now that I've seen more of the world, and have familiarized myself with the universe through my travels and mostly through my studies, I realize how wrong I was. These days, I intend to live out the rest of my life to the fullest and to not be ashamed of it. And keeping in mind with that," he paused, ruminating on what he was about to ask. He continued. "I hope this isn't presumptuous of me to ask, but I'd love to invite you to my home planet." And with that winning, sharp-toothed smile, he explained. "Warm bodies are now allowed to visit and I would love to show you my dwelling. I believe you'd enjoy the view of the river. You seem to be the type that would never tire of good company."

It was a shame that he was such a fascinating creature, for you two might've been able to be good friends in a different life. "I do enjoy good company and most likely I would love the river, but under my current circumstances, I'm sorry to say it probably wouldn't be a good idea."

Calmly, he wondered. "Is it because of that human we saw a few hours ago is your mate?"

"Yes," you answered without hesitation. "I would consider him so."

"Forgive me then, for I didn't know, but I should have come to that conclusion." he remarked sheepishly. "You reek of him and your hormones changed every time I asked you about him."

"Look," you sighed, feeling a little embarrassed at the series of events which led up to this. "it's alright. I think it's the guidelines of this event that prevent us from being in each other's presence, but even if it's a crime, I wish he was here. I'm sorry if I acted out of place otherwise."

Giving you a wink, V'gha rose and gently took your hand; not only was it against the law, but against his character. You were going to pull away, but he said in Rick's voice. "Terminate simulation."

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You removed the headset you had forgotten you were wearing. "Oh no, did I mess up again? Would I have died of food poisoning? Dysentery? I swear this is harder than the Oregon Trail."

"N-no, you did alright." he said at first, thoughtfully tapping at charts across his multiple screens set up. "Every time you were presented with a-a challenge, you followed the protocols and procedures just as you were instructed, but it's when you depart the ship which has my calculations going all over th-the place. Gosh, I now realize that it - it doesn't matter which of the guests are assigned as your companion. There is a 33.682% chance that they'd take a romantic interest in you, while there's only a 7% chance of you taking interest in them."

"Ricky, what in the world are you talking about?" You were sure that all of it was simply meant to be a learning experience and that none of it was real. However, considering it was meant to be a realistic simulation, the possibility of romance was there, despite how minimal the chances were. "I thought the reason we were going through the simulation was so that I wouldn't jeopardize the mission. Am I to understand that you don't want me to go because you discovered there's a small chance that a guest or two might fall for me?"

He scratched the back of his neck, wary to meet your questioning gaze. "Gee, I wouldn't have phrased it th-that way. I just....I-I don't like it."

"Oh my goodness," you couldn't help but exclaim. "Rick, are you jealous?"

It was always surprising when he was for it happened so rarely, and when it did you were more flattered then concerned. You continued. "I thought these scenarios always end the same way. You know I only want to be with you, even at the risk of my life. Why these aliens would take an interest in me, I'll never know, but it's cool that the people I'm assigned to are fascinating characters. Doesn't it prove that I'm ready for this mission? I kept the sharing of valuable information to a minimum, and I got along with mostly everyone."

"Gee, I don't know. Y-you're almost ready. However," he pointed at his computer screen. "there are anomalies in some of the earlier models which are concerning. In scenario 3, 7, and 15, the chances of my extermination were 18.475% because I-I allowed myself to get distracted from the mission. In scenarios 17, 19, and 25, there's such a minuscule change that we can forget them altogether. Yet, in the last five scenarios, especially this last simulation, it jumped to 42% and I ended it before things w-would've gone sour. Golly, studying the patterns between them all taught me that you're attractive t-t-to multiple species."

"What can I say, must be my animal magnetism." you teased as you wiggled your eyes brows.

Thoroughly worried, he sighed. "It appears so."

"Come on Ricky," you softened. "I'm only kidding. Listen, why don't you disguise yourself as V'gha, while one of your robot clones handles the mission? Out of all of them, V'gha was one of the nicest. We can knock him out temporarily."

"That could work, but that's highly risky."

"How so?"

"Because staying alive means I-I can't do this."

Wrapping an arm about your waist, the beginnings of a smile were taking place. "For this, I'd get my arms chopped off. It's due t-to the fact that centuries ago a war broke out from a single incident that occurred b-between two rivals who fought for the love of a Milleannos grounds protector whose sole purpose was to guard and tend to the bud that would never bloom in their lifetime. So, this kind of behavior between us is a big no-no. At least as non-royals of Petram Viridios IV." And pressing a kiss to your temple, he chuckled. "I don't know what'd happen to me if I did that, but I-I wouldn't want to find out."

"Do the inhabitants of that planet learn their traditions through tall tales?"

"I-I don't know, but it doesn't seem that far-fetched. It's um - it's possible that over time, they've needed t-to learn sets of skills in order to survive in the once harsh terrain, but seeing how they were able to preserve their culture for hundreds of thousands of years, they must be doing something right. Still, knowing all this, I-I doubt I could keep my cool and stay away from you. Apparently, the simulations tell me the same thing."

"In that case," you softened. "I might have to remove myself from this mission. After all, I don't want you to think I'm trying to woo a few strangers."

"Boy, I-I didn't mean it t-t-to sound that way."

"Of course not, but you told me the truth. And you're entitled to it in some respects. Though, while you spoke of data and calculations, you didn't ask me how I felt. Why not dear? I'm not ashamed to tell you."

Yet, he seemed ashamed to ask. "Did - did you feel anything?"

Smoothing out the lines about his mouth and eyes with your fingers, you confessed. "I felt flattered by their attention, and their company wasn't that bad. I felt……well, like a person in society, who meets and meets dozens of people, and only really takes interest when the conversation is somewhat comfortable and familiar, but I wanted you there to enjoy it too. " Pointing towards the monitors, you continued." If you take a closer look at the data on my brain waves, changes of hormones, and heart rate, then you'll see where my mind and heart truly was. In nearly all of them, I saw parts of you. Not so much physically, but there were personality traits that were so much like your own, I almost didn't feel so lonely. Yet, I never stopped searching for you in them, and in the world around me, in silence, in smiles over knowings, and in reminiscences, hoping you would come and could be in my reach."

Resting his hand atop yours, he sighed. "Th-that explains a few things."

"Does it? I know you were watching as it played out. And don't think I didn't know what you did this time around. I know it was you on that stage, veiled, and far away. Was that also part of the simulation? It…it felt so real. Somehow our souls were closer then they'd ever been."

"I added the possibility of being asked t-to play the Tremen orb bush. When played, it does induce a trance-like state, but during that part of the simulation, I-I tried to keep you calm because y-you were in the beginning stages of a panic attack."

It must've been because of the claustrophobic feeling of being in a chamber. So you hadn't been alone. "Dear, did you hold me and keep me safe?"

"In a manner of speaking. Y-you weren't in any immediate danger, but I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable. So I - I moved my chair over, held your soft hands," he confessed shyly. "and talked to you for a little while. It must've helped for soon enough your vital signs were back to normal."

Yes, he was that sort of man; the kind who'd want to take care of you, and make sure you're alright; who'd give up a day in his garden to spend a dozen ensuring that within dreams you'd live to see another. What did you ever do to deserve him?

"I see. You know Rick, despite not bringing it up, I'm sorry that I had to pretend not to know you."

"That's okay."

He understood, way too easily did he understand. Digital planes with hundreds of foreign figures, blades of grass duplicated to fill in spaces, dreamland feelings which were wisps of real ones, he withstood them all. Slipping in and out of realities were preparations for the real tests which had and would continue to come your way. You admired his fortitude because till now he's dealt with the hardships incurred purposely and accidentally.

"Even if it was potentially part of the mission, and you knew I had to do it, it didn't feel good. How….how could I hide the fact that I have such a wonderful friend? You've been one of the dearest, closest friends that I've ever had."

Leaning down, he touched your forehead with his; releasing a breath you didn't know he had been holding. "El mayor - el mayor obstáculo para el amor es… es el temor s-secreto de no ser dignos de ser amados."

"But you are worthy." you reassured him.

"So I am." he accepted.

"Dear, in trying to protect what we have, lying was necessary. Yet, I don't want to pretend that we aren't anything. I love you too much to do that. I don't have any sign or mark of belonging to anyone, and that could've been one of the reasons there were misunderstandings. With V'gha and the others, I was only being friendly."

"I-I know."

"Even if you know, I'm still going to remind you." Resting a hand on his chest, his nervous heart seemed to dance. "Underneath my hand, lies the kind heart of an emotional, passionate genius, and I wouldn't trade that for anything in the world."

Holding you a fraction tighter, his breath ghosted your cheek. "Really?"

"Mhm."

"Can I-I tell you something?"

"Yeah?"

"Everyday with you is better than the last. If we lived on Venus," he chuckled. "our days would've been 5,832 hours long. That's th-the equivalent of 243 Earth days."

"That's a long time. Hmm," you sighed, relishing in the nearness of him; breathing in the scent which wafted off his sweater and labcoat. You thought to yourself, this is how it should always be. "I wish I could've been born sooner so you wouldn't have had to be lonely. If I could've done that much, I would've been able to repay you. Still, despite my disbelief about our relationship at times, it's one of the reasons I carry the necklace. You know, the one you had given me on that memorable day that you were…" you paused as you felt him sag into himself, pulling away from you slightly as though he were ashamed. You continued on. "on that day when those Guard Ricks came because you were needed on the citadel. I regret that I put you through so much stress that day, but I'm glad you don't resent me for it." Pulling out the necklace, you couldn't help but tear up a little. "I look at this beautiful gift every time I need to be reminded that you always believed in me, adored me, and was part of your world."

"Y-you're not part of it, you are my world."

"And you are mine. There's no way I'll ever forget you."

Though, there was a chance you could or that he could have your memories erased; there were things you weren't supposed to know, but did. There had been stranger cases before, and just in case, you had made copies of your memories. "Why, if you ever have to use that memory eraser thing on me or on yourself, I promise I'll remember for the both of us. So please," you urged, giving him a half-impatient, half-loving shake. "don't think that what we have is so easily broken, because I love you and believe in what we are together."

Neither of you spoke for a while after that, but he gave your hands a good squeeze when he came to a resolution. "What if….what if I gave you a sign?"

"I'd think of an Ace Of Base song," you lightly teased. "and then I'd wonder what you could mean."

Rubbing your back, he said above a whisper. "I mean t-t-t-to say, do you…..¿Quieres casarte?"

"What? Did you just…can you repeat that?"

"D-do you want to get married?"

Pulling away from him, you wondered. "Wait, is this real?"

He nodded. "Y-yes."

"And I'm not in a lotus-eater machine right?"

Smoothing out your hair, he confessed. "N-no, I hope not."

After spending days going through multiple simulations, it was easy to assume that everything wasn't real, and was still part of another simulation within a simulation. You pinched yourself and saw that everything was in place. It's not that you weren't happy, it was just that this was a surprise you hadn't been expecting. For his part, he studied you and found that he liked what he saw and pulled out a little box. "I had wanted the moment t-to be perfect, but I don't think that's possible. I can't…..I don't want to be without you anymore."

"I think I need to sit down for this."

Leading you over to the computer chair, you took a seat while he stood before you; antsy and ready to confess. "Mi corazón, I have wanted to do this for so long, but I - I was too afraid t-t-to ask. I think now, I finally can."

Removing his labcoat, and setting it down, he pushed up the sleeve of his sweater; displaying the tattoo he had gotten a few years ago; a single sunflower with such detail it almost looks three dimensional. If it weren’t for the curve of his arm, it would appear that he took the bloom, shrunk it down, and simply laid it on his inner forearm. "When I got this, I wanted something as beautiful as you with me, always, and - and sunflowers are your favorite. You told me they were the epitome of happiness."

You nodded. "My best memories are associated with them."

"I suppose that still holds true, so I'm going to put my faith in that. To explain, I would like to tell you a few things concerning happiness. Everyday I-I go to work, I look forward to the moment I get to see you when I return. Though, when I come home, and the house is quiet, it's easy to remember that I live alone. However, when I see that the pillows have been rearranged in a way I um - in a way I hadn't left them, or find a mug in the sink, or piles of books that hadn't been read yet, I know I'm not alone; that y-you've been here. Gosh," he sniffled, doing his best not to cry. "when I see your sleeping figure on the couch or in the hammock outside, I think to myself that I want this t-t-to be my life. T-to be our life. You're what's missing in th-the equation to my happiness. When I met you, it's like the sun finally came out and I could finally bloom. We might carry bits of - of happiness, but I-I feel incomplete without you by my side. And I think y-you feel the same."

Taking hold of your left hand, he kissed it and his voice was colored with happiness again. In earnest, he wondered. "So, my beautiful little sunflower, as far as getting married is concerned, do you - do you want to?"

Tbc

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Boys! I've finally found a small victorious moment against horrible horrible men and the patriarchy we currently live in!!! So I went to go pick up a few groceries this morning and everything was smooth sailing until I left and was walking towards my car and this annoying ass middle aged man told me and I fucking quote "Just because we have to wear masks doesn't mean you can't smile at me." And let me tell you first I was shocked then mildly frightened then PISSED so what did I do? I looked right in his face 6 feet away and just started barking at him. You should've seen his face 😂😂😂 but then I booked it to my car cuz idk that man he could be fucking crazy

“Holy shit,” Javi says, amused but clearly impressed. “That’s one way to handle it, I suppose.”

Tovar looks a bit concerned. “I will never understand why men think they’re entitled to that sort of thing,” he says. “But if you’re going to get someone to leave you alone, I suppose that’s an effective strategy.”

Maxwell spits out the coffee he’s drinking, and is clearly trying not to laugh. “I’m sorry that happened to you. For what it’s worth, if someone barked at me after I said... anything, it would effectively ruin my day.”

Max laughs, but shakes his head. “Jesus Christ, what is with these men you all are running into?”

Ezra grins like he’s proud of you. He is. “That is one hell of a way to get someone to leave you alone.”

Oberyn also looks impressed. “I hope he reconsiders making comments like that in the future.”

“I know if I went to make a comment like that, not that I would, I’d remember that gal who barked at me every time afterwards,” Jack says, nodding towards Oberyn.

“You’re lucky none of us were with you, though,” Din adds. “He’d probably get knocked out cold.”

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How would the clergy and ghouls react to a baby ghoul with wings? It doesn't seem like the other ghouls have them or ever had them, so a ghoul with wings might be like a unicorn, or a good luck symbol.

(went with my own lore for this, hope that’s ok!)

Sister Imperator: If history with ghouls in their service has taught her anything, it’s that any ghoul with a particular strong skill or gift is one that will cause trouble. The sister is torn between banishing the kit before it can age, or using it for clergy advantage. This kit might end up being subjected to more binding spells, in order to control it better. 

Papa Nihil: He has only lived to see one other ghoul with wings- and it was a ghoul so fierce it did not survive the clergy. The ghoul was slain very early, as no one was able to bind it. Granted, this kit is just a child… but it makes him nervous. Nihil is confident so long as the ghoul is still a child, it can be tamed. 

Papa I: The only non-ghoul in the clergy that knows what a ghoul with wings means. It’s a LONG dead sub-type of ghoul and he is incredibly surprised! Papa knows they are in the presence of something rare and virtually unheard of in the human realms!  He takes great care to note what happens with the babe, and who they will serve in adulthood. As their future master must be marked for something greater to have such a powerfully blooded ghoul…

Papa II: Papa is not the most educated on a lot of ghoul anatomy. He is more surprised that it’s not common place. Truthfully, Papa thought that any clergy ghoul summoned with wings had them burned off with silver or restricted by glamour. He’s mildly surprised to see a kit allowed to have their wings. So long as the kit doesn’t prove to be a menace, he is indifferent. 

Papa III: Papa has always been in awe of ghouls and what they are truly capable of, in all fairness. Granted, while he doesn’t find them superior to his demonic blood, he does find them fascinating. A winged kit? Just another wonder of the ghoul lineages that will be lost to him. He might check in and ask about the child once in a while- curious to see what will become of it’s gift of flight. He’s more interested to see how Imperator handles it… 

Cardinal Copia: He has some ideas that certain ghouls from centuries ago, and deep in hell, have so many different genetic traits. To the extent? He is not sure. But Copia is amazed to see one with wings! And a surviving one that is so young! Usually such unique kits die on earth, from being too weak and outside of their normal environment in Hell. But he sees great things, if this kit survives. Might even put in to have this particular ghoul serve him in adult hood…

Omega: Omega is actually old enough to remember when the Winged Air ghouls were dying out… he’s absolutely floored one emerged. Let alone on EARTH and not in Hell! Even though Winged ghouls were considered vicious and dangerous, a part of him is happy to see one. Winged ghouls were one of the few types that had near demon traits that were almost squashed out of existence in Hell centuries ago. It’s like this kit embodies a little miracle. Might not be the best for the humans, but Omega hopes the kit grows and prospers. 

Alpha: Doesn’t believe the kit exists, and refuses to hear about it at first. Takes him seeing the kit in person to finally be convinced. His inner asshole side hopes the kit is strong enough to stick it to the humans. But another one is more impressed. He probably teases Air about it, considering it’s an Air bloodline trait. But not too much teasing, as Air is particularly tense about it. 

Water: Is more passively fascinated. Water is especially aloof to the matters of the Clergy and their bound ghouls. As far as he is concerned, it’s not his business nor does he care what kits are found. He has a passing curiosity and amusement should this kit end up causing trouble. Water just hopes he’s back in hell before such a kit grows up and destroys everything! 

Earth: Is afraid of the kit and what it could mean in terms of conflict. In Hell, Air tribes that had wings were especially dangerous. Earth grew up with tales of flying ghouls who would eat bad kits who wandered away from their mothers and nests. He’s rather scared to know such an intimidating ghoul has been found… even if it is small! Insists the kit will grow up to be a killer!! 

Air: Absolutely stunned. Kits with wings are insanely rare in Hell. So much that their bloodline and tribe was thought to be DEAD. Because he hails from the Air elemental tribes, he knows this bloodline WELL! Air is so shocked and amazed. He wants to be the one to raise the kit to their fullest potential. So that when they return to Hell they can carry on the wings that were taken from the air tribes centuries ago…

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So, the other two members of of Wayward Wind. Black hair would still be the loner type and be somewhat hostile towards the Player, with Ventus being introduced arguing with him. However, he does have a heart of gold and is perfectly willing to challenge a Foreteller to protect Ven, which we'd see in Back Cover. Fortunately that Foreteller is Ava so he doesn't die. He also gets irritated when people crack jokes in serious situations.

Then there's white hair. He's the heart of the trio. He breaks up fights between his two friends whenever they occur, to varying degrees of success. While nice, he does have his limits, and legit threatens to kill the Player if they ever tell anyone about Ven's darkness. He also likes to tease black hair. Whenever Ven starts being rebellious, he'll typically say something like "he gets that from you" to black hair. Might be his way of flirting.

First and second honestly sound like they’d make a really cute ship. Xp (Plus it keeps up the “Ven is a third wheel” joke. XD)

On the subject of first though I feel like he’s a complete tsundere with a side of “Touch my friends and I’ll murder you.” But very much towards the party he’s loyal as hell and wouldn’t let anything hurt any of them.

White hair is open about his love for them and really wants to keep Ven safe in the meantime because the poor boy is a cinnamon roll and needs to be protected from harm.

As, the two of them aren't hypocrites. Despite Vanitas' worries upon reuniting with them, they'd still accept and over protect him and Ven as much as they did back in Daybreak Town. They'd still ground him though. They'd also very much appreciate Terra's willingness to fight Eraqus to protect Ven. I mean, they'd be willing to fight a Foreteller and die as slowly as possible just to keep Ven safe, why wouldn't they admire Ven's protectors?

GOOD SHIT this right here is good shit they’re the over protective siblings (because Terra and Aqua are his parents) Ven never had but now gets to have.

As for Ven's recruitment scene from Back Cover? It would be very tense, if it wasn't from Ava's perspective. The Wayward Winds would misunderstand Ava's intent when she asks for Ven, prompting them to try and get him away from her. Black hair would face her first intending to die as slowly as possible. Once Ava non-lethally subdues him, she runs into white hair, who actually tries to beat her, only for him to get knocked out when she stops pulling her punches. Then she recruits Ven

I’m imagining Wayward Wind must’ve been terrified for Ven. He’s got a Foreteller chasing after him so they must’ve been so worried but it shows how selfless they are and how much they care for Ven and each other in that they were willing to drop everything and stop Ava, even at the risk of their lives. I’d imagine there was a huge fight before one of them was forced to stay behind over which one would go first.

So, bear in mind that Ven would go from about 3 years younger to 2 years older than his party members by the time they have their reunion. Not to mention that he'd also now be two people, both of whom are more powerful than them. We'd have two children trying to overprotect their teenage sons and that is a mildly amusing mental image to me. That and the fact that the situation is even possible in the first place.

All I can say about this is yes. Because yes.

Vanitas would have no sympathy for Eraqus. He'd know that he's only alive because Eraqus isn't. Eraqus would have killed Vanitas for being made of darkness regardless of his moral standing and he knows it. He detests Eraqus as much as he detests Xehanort. This would be a point of contention between him and his family. Strelitzia wouldn't really have an opinion on Eraqus as a person but would tell Terra he was right to defy him in the end.

Agreed. I love my old man masters but I one hundred percent agree to this. There is no way within reason that Vanitas wouldn’t hate both of the old masters. One was the epitome of “Darkness will prevail” and the other is the epitome of “Light will prevail” and seeing as Vanitas would very much be the embodiment of twilight, darkness and light in balance is very important to his arc and survival, and both of them disagreeing with that policy would not only cause him a lot of shit but their treatment of Ven makes it worse.

(I want to note that in my thinking on this that would very much make Ven more an embodiment of Dawn if this is the route you kinda wanna go with which would be interesting since while one is more dark than the other they are also both perfect balances for light and dark which highlights everything in the balance is key that the MMO AU seems to strive for.)

Pretty much the only reason Aqua gives Vanitas a chance is because Ven guilt-trips her into it, pointing out that any Keyblade master from their day (sans Xehanort) would have killed Vanitas on sight, meaning that he didn't really have the chance to be anything BUT evil. And Vanitas would actually have gone to multiple Keyblade Masters for help pre-BBS only for Xehanort and/or his Unversed to have to rescue HIM from the darkness-hating Masters of that day. Hence why there aren't many left.

I mean that doesn’t surprise me. Most of my Vaniqua ideas as a Vaniqua shipper tend to start off with “So Ven convinces Aqua to give Vanitas a chance...” so like...I can definitely understand where that’s coming from. Poor Vanitas and all the masters he would’ve went to. I mean I know Eraqus would’ve probably had him killed on sight but sometimes considering how Vanitas was treated I can’t help but wonder if that would’ve been better.

Okay, out of all the Wayfinder family, I think Vanitas would get along with Strelitzia the most, partially because she never knew him as a villain, only as that cute little cinnamon role in Daybreak Town and her somewhat overprotective Big Brother in the Land of Departure. She would not have run into Vanitas during her quest for revenge. So, there'd be far less tension between them than Vanitas would have with the others.

I agree. Honestly Strelitzia probably adopts him into her created family. (The thing that finally convinces Aqua to warm up to Vanitas is seeing him interacting with Strelitzia. and taking care of her.)

At some point after Lauriam is defeated but before the Player wakes up in Enchanted Dominion, we'd get a cutscene which is basically just Vanitas monologuing on how hatred has kept him going. Hatred of Lauriam, hatred of Ephemer, hatred of Xehanort, and hatred of "the coward [he] used to be" [Ven]. It would then be revealed that the speaker is actually the Vanitas Remnant, about to confront Sora for the first time, vowing to die in the Keyblade War, and bring "Ephemer's lie" down with him.

Speaking of the Remnant, it would only be sentient when close to Sora. Things is because it is a being of pure emotion. However, since Vanitas sleeps in Sora's heart, the Remnant would awaken and act on his will. Needless to say this makes the Remnant difficult to predict. Vanitas would try to use the Remnant to get out of Sora's heart and regain his physical form. Good thing his redemption arc happens DURING KH3 in this AU, otherwise there'd be trouble.

Damn Vanitas Remnant actually sounds kinda terrifying. I can feel him on a lot of that hatred though.

So, "Enter the Darkness" would play during the battle against Ventus in Dwarf Woodlands (unless you think "Enter the Void" is more appropriate), while "Vanitas" would play during the boss fight against the Large Snowman in Beast's Castle at the end of that arc, because "Ventus" is way too melancholy a track for that boss fight and he and Vanitas WERE the same person back then, so it works. But still, I did get some more ideas for that arc.

Nah, Enter the Void sounds fine. And agreed, Ven’s theme would be way to melancholy for any fight in KHUx sans maybe the Darklings.

Okay so, you know how in the canon game the white-haired Keyblade Wielder in the "Friend or Rival" arc is injured by the Large Snowman offscreen? We'd actually see it happen in the MMO AU. Black Hair (working name) would have simply been trying to distract it so Ven could escape, while White Hair would realize that Ven wouldn't flee until the Heartless was defeated and so would basically try to defeat it so Ven would listen to them, only to get taken down (but not out) in one hit.

So, that would basically be where the Player comes in, Black Hair would take White Hair back to Daybreak Town while the Player and Ven fight the Huge Snowman (turns out the Large Snowman was an event Heartless in the original game) together. Ven deals Speed Type Damage while the Huge Snowman would be a Magic Type enemy. After defeating it, the next Story Quest would be to talk to Ven in Daybreak Town. Talking to him would trigger a cutscene where he takes you to see White Hair. Cue wrap up.

So yeah, there we'd get the big heartwarming scene where Ven would learn his party members had known about his darkness since the day they basically adopted him, just like what was established before. I just wanted to give you my newer idea for how things would go down. Also, Ven's attack as a boss would be based off his original Attack Medal, meaning he'd deal 4 hits, inflicting more damage the lower his HP is. Just figured that would work.

Honestly this would be super cute and a great way to wrap up the entire arc for the trio. Also on that note Ven using the same attack as his medal would be a great way to foreshadow that BBS!Ven and Ux!Ven are the same person since I’d like to think initially that would be very ambiguous. 

So, in the MMO AU, most Keykids' Keyblades materialize when they're 10. Ven's materialized prematurely when he was 7, the night his parents discovered his darkness and tried to drown him. They lived the rest of their lives unaware that Ven was saved by 2 children who saw a beam of light from the water. As for how the Wayward Winds found out? Ven used the darkness unconsciously one night when he had a nightmare about getting dragged under water.

Damn, Ven’s had a really rough life. I want to fight his parents and I’m honestly glad that the Wayward Winds didn’t have a bad reaction when they found out about all this.

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[apathbacktoyou]

au where bella doesn't go to azkaban and also she's pregnant

au where i scream at u about my daughter and also i die u mean

1) He’s gone, they’re on the run, and she’s home, feeling like her feet must wear through the carpet at any second, with her pacing, pacing, pacing.

Feeling so useless, and yet knowing Rod was right when he told her to stay behind. (Even if she wanted to curse his face off right then.)

She flings open the door at the second knock, not caring who she finds, just hoping for something to happen. Anything.

“Oh,“she says lamely as she looks at the aurors.

Their hands are fixed around their wands but their eyes are fixed on her hand. Not the one close to her pocket, close to her own wand. The one resting absently on her rounded stomach.

She surpresses the smirk, and channels everything her mother drilled into her from the moment she was born.”May I help you?“

Polite, yet with a slight edge. She is their better, and they’d do well to remember it.

“We have some questions,“the gruffiest one says. Moody, she knows. She’s duelled him before, hair stuffed under a hood and mask on her face. The first time she’s glad for the ridiculous thing. Still, he eyes her wearily, so she turns to the woman, the one clearly in charge.”This seems highly unusual. Madame Bones, isn’t it? I expect an explanation.“

“There’s been -“ Bones frowns, gaze flicking back to Bella’s stomach.”An incident. There’s been some indication you-” She falters again.”Your husband may be involved.“

“Is that so?“ Bellatrix titters.“And if he were, you think Roddy would tell me anything? Clearly you don’t know my husband.“ She lets a touch of irritation creep into her voice.”He never lets me know anything. Even though I would really want -“

She clasps a hand over her mouth, wide-eyed. Swallows hard and straightens her shoulders. Puts that slight tremor to every word that Cissa has right before she starts crying.”I think I would like my attorney present for any further conversation.“

2) She’s glad when they finally leave the courtroom. It took every ounce of selfcontrol she had not to proclaim her allegiance to the Dark Lord right there, jinx Crouch and try to break Roddy out.

It would have been foolish, of  course. She thinks if not for the baby she would have tried anyway. (Well, if not for the baby, she’d probably have been sitting right next to her husband, she supposes.)

“Barty was embarrassing himself,“she remarks once they’re back in Malfoy Manor. The Lestrange holdings have been seized for now, and Narcissa is being overly caring anyway. Keeps handing her Draco, too. (Not that Bella doesn’t love her nephew. But kids are germriddled, mannerless, tedious things, and she didn’t do this on purpose, so really, why is she expected to be all motherly all of a sudden?)

Her sister gives her a disapproving look.”He’s scared. He’s only nineteen.“

“He’s a coward is what he is,“Bellatrix says, lowering herself into an armchair.”Mind you, with that father it’s no wonder he’s a good-for-nothing. That whole trial was a sham. Not like he bothered giving Sirius one, is it? Or Dolohov.“

Narcissa sits down aswell.”He’s trying to save face.“ There is a pause, Narcissa wringing her hands uncertainly.”Should we say something? About Sirius?“

Bellatrix laughs.”And what, exactly? My cousin isn’t a Death Eater, which I can tell you since I am in the Inner Circle, and the Dark Lord shares everything with me.“ She gestured vaguely to her stomach.”Here’s some proof of that. Now let my bloodtraitor cousin out of Azkaban and throw me in instead. Great idea, Cissa.“

(Poor little Cissy has always been too soft for this world.)

3) She had planned to go looking for him once she’d given birth, leaving the child with Narcissa. But in four months, she hadn’t found a hint of where he might be, no clue where to start her search, and found that she was under surveillance as soon as she stepped outside anyhow.

So now she’s idly moving the stroller back and forth a few inches to make sure Delphie stays asleep as the other women chat around her, every now and again stopping to coo over the baby. She’s the youngest, only three weeks old, so especially heavily pregnant Laurelai Greengrass can barely keep her eyes off her. (And she is an extraordinarily adorable baby, if Bellatrix does say so herself.)

She absently accepts the lemon water one of the elves offers as she turns to watch little Pansy present her mother with flowers she picked before going off to collect more. They’ve had a lovely, mild spring so far, and half the women have broken out the sunhats already.

“How are you, dear?“asks Persephone Zabini sympathetically - technically, it’s Flint at the moment, but she’s on husband number three, and no one calls her anything else anyway.”I know it must be hard, with the little one not knowing her father.“

She’s the only one who can get away with asking her something like that, what with her own fatherless boy sitting at his current step-cousin’s feet, intently watching a line of ants march by. Ursula’s twelve, and delighted to have been invited into their round as one of the ladies, this time. The slice of cake sits untouched before her. Bellatrix remember what it was like for her. Too nervous to eat, too nervous to speak. But Merlin, she rubbed it in Dromeda and Cissa’s faces that night.

She replies without so much as looking at Persephone,”She will know him, soon enough.“

(Persephone hums mildly in reply, but Bellatrix knows she thinks she’s fooling herself, what with Rod’s life sentence. But once Delphie meets her father - and surely it can’t be long now? - she will meet her uncle Rod shortly after, aswell.)

4) Draco and Delphie are racing along the street ahead of them - well, Draco is racing; Delphie’s more… flailing her arms and legs while not moving much faster than usual - when Bellatrix sees him.

He looks grim, which isn’t unusual, but something draws her towards him. Mayhaps it’s the way he looks around, like he’s not supposed to be here. Took her four missions and quite a few slaps to get his son to stop his obvious tells. They’d probably hate that they have the same ones.

“Cissa, keep an eye on Delphie, will you?“ She doesn’t wait for her sister’s reply before following him into the bookstore.

His elf is picking books, showing him her selections, but he barely acknowledges her presence. Bella’s paying close attention, though. She knows Barty’s taste. Reggie showed her his books when he forgot them sometimes.

It’s unlikely. But it isn’t impossible.

“Mister Crouch,“she says, and she wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d pulled his wand on her, the way he jumps at her voice.”Pity about the MLE. I was disappointed to hear that.“

He’s tried for almost every Head of Department position since it became clear he’d never become Minister. It’s been amusing to follow.

“Madame Lestrange.” He inclines his head the barest minimum, doesn’t want to make a scene. She has political sway, and he hates it.

She gives him her most winning smile.”I thought they ought to have picked you. But there’s always the election next year, no?“

Doesn’t hate it enough not to want to take advantage of the offer.

(It’s easy enough to break Barty out, oblivate his father and the elf, give him all the sparse information and vague hints she’s gathered in the last two years, and send him on his way. She’s still too closely watched to go with him.)

5) “Darling, go say hello to your papa,“Bellatrix says, stroking her daughter’s hair before giving her an encouraging little push towards Voldemort.

He is as glorious as ever, and her heart melts as he crouches down to greet their daughter for the very first time.

“Papa?“Delphie says uncertainly, the word quite foreign on her tongue. But he smiles, returns something in Parsel, and her little face lights up.

Maybe it wasn’t soon enough, but it was surely worth the wait.

Give me a prompt and I’ll give you a 5 headcanon minific :)

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