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Endless Ambition - Chapter 3

Luke was dreading this day, he was supposed to go out to the poorer part of town and try to look for survivors. It gave him chills, but his dad said it would be a vital part of being elected as king. Tyler had it easier though,he just had to organise the executions of low life thieves, “Disgusting.” The smaller prince thought, “It's a waste to just kill them for what they’ve done, stealing from hard working families,” he elaborated, walking to his closet and pulling out a rather thin black shirt, as well as some camo pants, he pulled on a dark red bomber jacket and slipped some gloves and rather bulky boots on, ready for the cold.

Marching on, Luke started to make his way to the front of the castle, greeting guards politely as he walked past the gates, he did have his own car which he could drive, but he didn't want to seem antisocial, he wanted to let the entire kingdom know he wasn’t like his brother, a bit more gentle than him. He waved politely to some elderly women watering their gardens, he offered to help but was quickly shut down, the women not wanting to waste the future king’s time.

He took this time to admire the kingdom, it was a utopia, perfect arches made of marble with smooth grey cobblestone floors, there was plantlife everywhere, some large trees shading the pathway he walked on, flowers curling around the base of the trees, a tiny bit of moss creeping its way up a large brick building. THe kingdom was advanced, their ancestors had learnt the perfect balance of carbon emission and managed to lower their pollution to keep the fish and wildlife at stable levels, though, they still had a while to go till they were perfect, thieves and criminals practically filled the streets, Luke knew that there was some sort of guild or area where they continuously gathered, since crime rates dropped significantly on Mondays and Thursdays, His brother was obsessed with finding out where they all disappeared to, he wanted to be the one to shut it down, even threatening to murder them all with his own hand. His brother was manipulative, capable of lying his way into people’s hearts.

Luke was infuriated that his brother kept getting away with it all. But that wasn't his problem, if he was selected to be king? Tyler’s secrets would come out and he’d be quickly taken down, maybe even assassinated.

He shook his head quickly, combing a hand through his hair as he reached the large, 30ft, titanium fence that surrounded the richer part of town, it had been infused with magic, designed to keep the beasts out and keep humans safe. Luke sighed, the gate kept everyone safe, but also provided little hope to the poorer part of his kingdom, his people were hurting and he was only given a small time period to go out and help as many people as he could. He hated it, he wanted to do so much more but that wasn't possible. Not with his dad around, even on his death bed the older man was bossing him around. The thought made him smile, he opened the gate just enough so that he could slip through, making sure it closed tightly behind him, He didn't need an outbreak right now, that would just stress his people out even more and provoke an increase in crime, which meant more people Tyler got to slaughter.

Luke sighed, walking in deeper to the ruins of the old town, truth be told, his father had purposely been neglecting helping the survivors of this sandy, wasteland, it was far too dangerous, since there was nothing to stop anything from breaking in and attacking anyone caught off guard.. Luke knew the consequences, but that only encouraged him to keep going.

He was used to the sight now, rubble and debris everywhere, broken down doors, glass scattering everywhere and so much blood. The town had been attacked by a rather far king- The king of Laithen, he was trying to prove his strength, releasing a fully grown Dragon onto Luke’s kingdom, the dragon didn't do much, other than break down a large part of the king’s defenses, that same night, millions of thieves, wolves, hybrids and other scavengers attacked, murdering and feasting on the townspeople in their sleep, the king's guards laid down their lives to fight the hellish creatures off, just giving the Summoner’s enough time to build and resurrect the gate.

He could remember thanking the Summoner's for keeping them all safe, crying as he held onto the elder of the group, he made sure that they knew how grateful the royal family was, not wanting the Summoner's to feel unappreciated. His father had never mentioned how the Summoner’s got into the Toida kingdom before, Tyler and him speculated they were some angel’s sent down by whoever was in charge up there, determining that it wasn't the time for Todian time to fall, just yet.

Luke started to trudge along, he’d been helping survivors here for so long, he knew that they were alive, he was never gonna give up hope on fishing them all out. He started to search, his eyes glancing around hunting for any signs of life. He walked silently, letting his hands skim over a half standing picket fence, he kept walking, feeling the fence crumble under his delicate touch.

He sighed as he carried on, his eyes never staying still, always glancing around for some fresh trace of blood or footprints, he saw large bird marks, around the size of his forearm, the bird’s talons had dug into the ground, based on the print it left. He swore, the prints looked like a harpy’s, which were known for grasping onto young or smaller humans, flying off high into the air and dropping them, watching its prey fall to its death, before picking at its corpse.

However Luke couldn’t spot any new body near the prints. No blood or bones anywhere. Luke frowned, stepping back a bit and getting a proper look at the scene in front of him. There wasn’t a speck of blood, or dirt out of place, the only new prints were the harpy’s, they were still fresh, otherwise the sand would have covered it up. Luke bit his lip, before noticing a very faint shoe print, barely noticeable, it looked like it was almost purposely covered up, by the harpy or the person? Luke didn't know. He looked around at the rubble of the buildings, trying to spot anything eyeing down a free meal. When he didn’t see anything, he quietly kept walking, trying to ignore the idea of a rabid harpy dropping him to his untimely demise.

Luke kept quietly walking, he kept looking around ready to race into action and help someone. But it was quiet and empty here, he dreaded what he might find. Maybe it had been a full moon last night, what if a pack of werewolves stormed into the area and took out any remaining survivors. The thought gave the future prince chills, hoping that he was wrong, but as he kept walking in silence, he was starting to lose hope.

Nothing. He had found absolutely nothing over than the harpy tracks from before. He had been walking around for hours, calling out for any survivors, when he didn’t find someone- alive or not, he gave up,turning on his heel and heading home, holding himself as he soaked up his own self pity, there was nothing. Nobody he could help. Nobody he could save. He couldn't even get help from his own father or brother, they were too busy doing their own business. Too busy to care about any poor, homeless survivors anyway.

He wanted to prove that he was a people's person, he wanted to show that he was here to keep everyone safe and happy, regardless of whatever form or shape they take. It was in his blood to be a people pleaser, he felt like he couldn’t be truly happy till everyone else was. He wanted everything to be equal, proper punishments for crimes, instead of just tossing lives over left right and center. That, that was too animalistic for his liking, it was too much like his brother.

It wasn’t a secret that the Todian Kingdom was incredibly close to being considered racist. Most of the wealthy, upper class were humans, with little to no trace of any other creature or magic running through their veins. Even the royal family was considered a pure “human” he had noticed this multiple times and wanted to know how he could change it, becoming king felt like the only solution.Luke was determined to be king, he was going to win this public vote and laugh at Tyler’s face of defeat. His brother didn’t want everything to be equal, why would he? He had never been exposed to the horrible conditions the poor part of the kingdom endured daily, especially with the threat of execution hanging above their heads. It was scary, Luke couldn’t relate to the fea they felt, but he wanted to make sure he could change it, get everyone safe and happy. That's all he wanted.

Luke ran a hand through his hair and scratched his beard in thought, maybe he didn’t have a chance to begin with, his father definitely favoured his brother, maybe because he was more eager to get down to showing his dominance, Tyler acted like he was above everyone but he never let anyone notice. Luke grew up with the taller man for most of his life. He has seen the highs and the lows of tyler, he knew exactly what he was like, short tempered, easily aggravated and aggressive, Tyler was probably just a massive threat to everyone. Why couldn’t anyone else see it?

Gritting his teeth, Luke sighed and headed to the gate, however he stopped midway, hearing a rather large cheer from nearby. He froze, nobody should be past the gate, not until it was safe at least. He paused and hel his pocket knife sharply, before heading towards the source of the noise, his ears seemed to ‘perk” at the noise as he walked, heart thumping in his chest, something was happening that he wasn’t aware of and after seeing the harpy tracks, Luke was on edge.

He kept walking, stopping when he found the source of the cheering, a large, thought to be abandoned warehouse.

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hey! I'm so sorry for my absence here, but here's chapter three! I'll pump the rest of the finished chapters out tonight so, keep your eyes out for that!

#endless ambition #cartoonz

I absolutely love you writing!! Keep up the great work! :3

Aww! Thank you love! I've got a new chapter coming up soon!

Endless Ambition - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Recruits

The brothers made their way to Zero, easily scaling the 30ft fence, eager to meet their friends and converse with everyone else, hear the interesting stories of the higher up thieves. Jonathan pushed the door open and walked in, keeping the door open for his younger brother who shyly followed, almost hidden in his brothers shadow again. Zero was amazing, the inside of the warehouse had been renovated so that it was full of picnic tables and off the the corner of the room was full of bean bags, probably for the exhausted thieves back from their missions, or for some drunk thieves, needing to sober up. By the bar was a door to a supply room, which was full of different supplies, like clothes, food, drink and some weapons, the floors were constantly cleaned, keeping the rather new tiles fresh, as well as the staircase to the dorms, however, at the very top of Zero’s attic was their leader’s room.

Almost immediately, Ryan was grabbed by someone and lifted up in air, staring up at a large beast like male, he was part elephant, two large tusks protruding next to the man’s mouth, as well as a small little elephant tail, the man was huge, a perfect example of one of the tank thieves, Gorilla had tinted purple skin, with perfect brown eyes. The man grinned brightly, “Ohm! You’ve grown so much since i last saw you!” He bellowed, not worried about being loud, since everyone was already used to his loud attitude.

Ryan giggled and hugged his taller friend, he hadn’t seen him in months, since he was out on a mission on the other side of town. “Gorilla!” He cheered, barely able to wrap his arms around the older man’s thick muscles. “It's been months! How was your mission?” he asked eagerly.

Gorilla laughed and set the smaller man down, ruffling his hair and grinning proudly, “Yeah, It was a huge success!” He grinned, proudly puffing out his chest, making Ryan giggle and drag him towards one of the vacant tables.

“Tell me everything!” the smaller thief begged, sitting down and practically vibrating with excitement. Gorilla laughed and smiled. Setting himself down and beginning to explain everything about how he was able to sneak past hundreds of guards and break into the mob-boss’s home.

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It had been maybe two or three hours of Ryan bonding with Gorilla, the tank had given Ryan something that he rarely ever got to experience, the love of a "father". Ryan’s dad had neglected him since birth, blaming his own son for the death of his wife. He often didn’t feed Ryan and “accidentally” left him locked outside during the winter or summers. Jon had to supply Ryan with the nessacaties, teaching him how to read, write and even more thief based skills like pick-pocketing and wall running (which ryan still couldn’t properly do).

Gorilla filled that void, he gave him fatherly love that his actual dad never gave him. Gorilla didn’t mind the fact that ryan viewed him this way, he even referred to Ryan as his “son” which, greatly displeased Jonathan.

Jon believed that their dad was a decent person, of course neglecting his child was a horrible thing to do but, his wife had died during labour, that would obviously give his father problems with the child. He had seen his father hold Ryan in gentle embraces, crying on his shoulder when he couldn’t handle his own emotions. It hurt Jon, it really did. But for Ryan’s sake? He’d keep quiet.

The “leader” of Zero walked in, he was a rather small thief, with a large, white hood equipped with a cape, the thief was muscular and loud, he often spent time with the thieves, not wanting them to think he was an egotistical, loud mouth that only cared about himself, he even hated the idea of being dubbed, the “leader” of Zero, since that title felt so vain, he prefered “founder” but everyone commonly referred to him as his name, Marcel.

Marcel was incredibly skilled, with lightly tanned skin and piercing brown eyes. Marcel was cheerful and optimistic, even when threatened with failure, he charged into it head first, amazing everyone as he fought his way to the top, with a bright, goofy smile on his bruised and bloody figure.

Marcel stood to the front of the Zero, letting the crowd cheer, before silencing themselves. “I’m glad to see you all here again, i'm even more excited to see some familiar faces,” He said, glancing at Gorilla with a smile. “You’ve all grown so much since joining Zero, Makes me feel like a dad,” he said, ‘wiping’ proud tears from his eyes, which earned a few amused laughs.

The roof of the warehouse opened up slightly, which made Ryan gasp excitedly as Marcel continued, “So, I hope you all nurture and respect our new recruits!” He cheered, the roof opened up fully and three new forms jumped down from the ceiling, they landed perfectly, their knees bent to lessen the blow on their ankles.

They were all of different height and stature, one was rather small and timid, two small antler’s prodding out from his head, he was a medic, it was almost obvious, he had little muscles and very gentle facial features, Zero went through medics rather quickly, since lower ranked thieves were often careless and tortured their body to succeed in their missions.

The most confident looking one, wasn't.. Human so to say, half of his face was metal, a red, glowing eye seemed to analyse the crowd, he was ripped, buff muscles that seemed to cover his form, he had a small, barely noticeable smile when he realised that he had made an effective first expression, behind his back, the tip of a sniper rifle was just noticeable, maybe he was a hitman? Or a guard, it was hard to tell.

The last recruit had stumbled on his landing slightly, he was wearing fashionable clothes, his eyes hidden by stylish 3D glasses, he fixed his posture quickly. He had no amazing muscles, but he was calm, collected, a very faint grin on his pale face. He was spinning a small dart between his fingers, which was new, Ryan had never seen anyone use darts in Zero before, it was too, difficult, you would need a perfect aim and be able to quickly rip the darts out of whatever surface they were stuck in, just to be armed again.

Marcel grinned and walked over to the three, pulling them closer so that they were squished into his side, which made the medic squeak in surprise, his antlers jutting into the possible hitman's face. The man with the darts was quick to return the sudden affection, slinging his arm over Marcel’s shoulders.

“Please, give a warm welcome to our new recruits!” Marcel requested, smiling brightly as Zero erupted into applause, loud clapping and whistles filled the room.

Once the cheers had died down, Marcel gently let the recruits go, heading towards the shy medic first, “So, Recruit number one, tell everyone your name, role, and a little bit about yourself, if you don't mind,” He said calmly.

The first recruit nodded and shyly shifted the weight on his feet, “My name is Moo, I’m a medic that was shut down by every possible hospital i could find, When i heard about Zero, I was immediately drawn to the place, the idea of such a hopeful and vibrant community sounded like a dream, I’m so grateful to be here,” he rambled softly.

Marcel smiled and ruffled Moo’s head, before stepping towards the half human half man, “Thank you so much, Moo! Now, what about you, Mr. robot?”

The man seemed surprised about the nickname, “Half robot,” He corrected bitterly, “My name Is Terroriser, I’m a professional sniper, I heard rumours about Zero and decided to try and follow up with it, I thought the standards were higher than they originally were, but if i managed to get in? Anyone can.” he joked.

Marcel laughed, “Yeah, Yeah, don’t make fun of my gratitude,” He teased, before heading to the final one. “And you? Gotta have a good aim for those darts, mr.”

The man blushed shyly, his cheeks reddening, looking towards the crowd and nodding slowly, “Uh, Yeah, My name’s Smitty, I don't use these darts for fighting.” he said softly, “I’m a hunter, i track scents and find the target for whoever comes by to pay me,” he said, “But that didn't feel like it was my destiny, all of my kind has something to accomplish, I hope Zero helps me find it,” he said softly, playing with his fingers.

Marcel smiled and nodded, “Well, I hope we can help as much as possible, Smitty,” He then faced the crowd again, “Drinks are on the house, Tonight we celebrate!” He yelled out, making Zero burst into another round of approval.

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Ohmtoonz - Endless Ambition

chapter one: Zero

Ryan loved the kingdom outskirts, he loved comparing the vast and never sleeping town to the fresh and grassy fields that kept his home hidden from any other kingdom or rogue thieves. His home- The Todian Kingdom was safe and peaceful. He often remembered racing his older brother down the hills, seeing how far up he could go, before gravity forced him tumbling down to the city.

The hills surrounded the town almost perfectly, aside from the occasional smoke from a production line, the town was out of sight. Nobody new came in, not without the entire kingdom knowing. Especially the king.

The king was strict and calm, his two sons always tried to show off, trying to prove that they deserved to be the next rightful ruler to show that they were capable of leading the kingdom the same way as their father. The smaller prince, Prince Luke was agile, but also incredible at hand to hand combat, he often left those lucky to watch him spar, breathless. He had the looks and the brain, he was charming and friendly to all those around him. Ryan believed he would be the heir to the throne.

The other prince, Prince Tyler was larger, standing at 6’1 with incredible muscle, he had been able to punch through rocks and not even flinch. He constantly helped anyone in the town, showing off by lifting up any object that was considered moderately heavy. He loved showing off to everyone about how powerful he was, he was short tempered, but definitely a loveable guy.

“Ryan, stop getting distracted,” his older brother scolded, nudging the smaller boy in front of him.

His older brother was rather short, blue eyes, black scruffy hair and a very faint stubble, he wore a dark blue hoodie and some baggy cargo pants.

Ryan nodded quickly and followed him, pulling his own, stolen, grey hoodie up. His jeans were ripped to hell, but at least they kept him warm.

“Oi! stop drooling over the castle and get moving, we don't have all day.” His older brother- Jonathan reminded fimly, nudging his younger brother forward and out of the way to other townspeople.

Jonathan was a tall and muscular, he was taller than Ryan by a few feet and his muscles were noticeable in his rather tight shirt, at first glance, the brothers looked completely different, they had different skin tones, Ryan was as white as snow, while Jonathan had a type of olive skin. Ryan had soft hazel eyes while Jonathan had a set of piercing blue eyes. Jonathan was the better brother, Ryan knew that. His brother was going to leave a legacy that Ryan knew he wouldn’t be able to fulfill.

The two walked together quietly, the townspeople all rushed around besides them, but they didn’t mind. Jonathan stopped at an alley and headed down it, tossing a cloak at Ryan who caught it and put it on, immediately knowing what they were going to do.

The town often held public executions, trying to underline the fact that they would be punished. Yet, Ryan and Jonathan continued to steal, besides, it was only illegal if you were caught.

Ryan swiftly grabbed his brothers hand as the drew close to the gallows, he hated the idea of watching criminals reach for the thick rope crushing their windpipes, leaving permanent bruises that never got the chance to heal, the way they desperately squirmed and clawed at their necks was haunting. He could never understand which sadist thought that hanging people was a good idea. Especially with kids watching. It disgusted Ryan and he prayed that one of the princes would remove it once they got into power. “I hate this.” he muttered, hiding his head in his taller brothers shoulder as he heard choked breaths and the wooden frame creak, Jonathan just gave a curt nod, holding onto the smaller man’s hand and tugging him away from the gruesome scene, he knew a shortcut, but it meant they had to walk past the ‘chopping block’. Which was pretty self explanatory.

Jonathan knew his younger brother hated running past the guillotine, he hated it as well, but he knew he didn’t have the position to complain, it often came to survival to run past the guillotine, he even threw the decapitated heads at one of the guards so they were distracted and he could make it home.

The two continued to run, ignoring the cheer of the town people as the sharp blade sliced the man's head clean off, the head landed in the basket with a thud, which made Ryan flinch, his grip was impossibly tight on his older brothers hand, Jonathan kept tugging him along, forcing the smaller brother to keep running, they were almost out of the area, almost to their destination.

The crowd soon dispersed as Ryan and Jon made it out of the main city streets, the men panted and leaned against a wall. Ryan pressed two fingers to his neck, feeling his pulse, he sighed, his pulse was racing, yet stable, like his body was getting used to the sudden bursts of adrenaline. Jonathan smiled at his brother, pulling the hoodie way up over his eyes, “Come on Ohmie, Mask on,” He ordered, slipping his own mask on, which was just an old hockey mask.

Ryan stuck his tongue out and grabbed his blindfold from his pocket, before slipping it on over his eyes. Ryan was definitely more in touch with his sense, his hearing was incredible, so was his sense of touch and his ability to remain undetected. Jonathan was the best fighter he knew, he had troubles being quiet and often gave his position away, but that was a small price to pay when he could easily thrash anyone who got in his way. “Fuck you, Delirious,” He giggled.

Code names were often common around their friend group. Mainly because their tasks were incredibly illegal, as stealing tended to be. Delirious was a code name that the brother earned, it was for his “psychopathic laugh” but Ryan knew a different reason the name was given to him, it had something to do with his brother’s secret love life. Ryan didn't know how he got his nickname, but Ohm just suited him, yet whenever he asked anyone for a proper explanation, they just brushed him off and said, “You’ll know when you're older.”

Jonathan laughed and punched his brothers shoulder, “At least i know what my code name means,” He taunted, walking off without another word, leaving Ryan to whine and follow.

“As if it isn’t obvious! You and your boyfriend are ‘deliriously’ in love.” Ryan teased, jogging to his brother’s side. “You do know you can get executed for that, dude.” he said quietly, looking down.

Jonathan went silent, “As if, I’m the only one who knows what my boyfriend looks like, You don’t even know his name,” He chuckled, keeping his voice low as he started to walk again, heading down the empty street towards some abandoned buildings, the city was empty here, aside from the few thieves and tourists that were drawn to the mystery of the place, Ryan dreaded this part of their daily commute, he knew that getting through the public punishment was bad, but compared to the endless amount of climbing he had to do now was a pain in his ass.

The first part of the climb was to scale a building, the building had been half knocked down, so the bricks were sticking out, they definitely weren’t stable enough to climb, but it had to be done.

Or so they thought.

Just as they turned into the final alley before the climbing began, Jonathan tensed, he pushed Ryan back behind him as he stared at the tall Irishman in front of him, the man was wearing some thick armour, he was one of the kings knights, it was obvious because of the crown symbol above his heart on the chest plate, a loaded gun in his hand, however, the gun was doubled as a sword, it was sharp enough to pierce through someone completely, the gun aspect came into play for long distance fights.

“Well if it isn't me favourite commonplace thieves,” The knight spoke, his Irish accent thick as he spoke, making Jonathan visibly relax. “Oh thank fucking god, it’s just you,” Jonathan visibly relaxed, before hugging the taller man in a friendly gesture. “You had me scared for, half a second there, Daithi.” He laughed.

Daithi chuckled and precipitated the hug, rubbing the thief's back gently, before pulling away, “Ye should always be scared of me, especially since I got promoted,” He bragged.

“Really? That’s great! Good on you man!” Jonathan smiled brightly, pulling away, Ryan poked his head around the corner, just in time to watch Jonathan slip Daithi’s wallet into his pocket. “So whatcha doing here then?” He asked, trying to keep the kings-guard distracted.

Daithi smiled and waved at Ryan, “Oh, I’ve just gotta do some patrols,” He explained, “So. what are the thieves up to today?” he asked.

Jonathan grinned under his mask and pulled Daithi’s wallet out, “The usual.” Daithi gasped, his hands latched to his pockets, “What, Wha-?!” he squealed, snatching the wallet back and holding it to his chest, “Ye need to stop that!” he pouted, pocketing his wallet and folding his arms childishly.

Jonathan laughed and stuck his tongue out, “Maybe you should be more alert, Mr King's’ Knight,” He grinned, slipping past the knight and looking to his younger brother, “Come on, Ohm, we’ve got work to do,” He said calmly.

The knight rolled his eyes, “Be careful you two, I’m probably the only nice knight you’ll see for a while.” He warned as Ryan slipped past him, standing at his brother's side.

Jonathan smiled and nodded, “Yeah yeah, but we’ll be fine, it’s not like we’ve been doing this since our parents were alive.” Jon jokes, walking off and heading towards the beginning of the climb, Ryan went quiet at the mention of his parents, when he was born, the birth killed his mother, he didn’t really know much about his dad, other than he was incredibly quiet, maybe he was quiet to mourn his wife. Ryan didn’t know. Jon did, but never told him.

The two climbed in moderate silence, gripping the bricks of the large, demolished wall, he glanced up at his brother, watching the more flexible man scale the wall effortlessly, he climbed to the top and sat on the more stable part of the wall, accidentally kicking dust in his brothers face.

Ryan cringed at the dust and held back a sneeze, his mask was good at hiding his facial features, but not good at protecting him from dust or sand. “Thanks,” he muttered, holding onto the bricks tighter and turning to wipe his face on his shoulder, shaking his head for good measure, before continuing to climb up the wall.

Jonathan grinned at him, he looked around the surrounding area to make sure nobody was following him, when he was certain they were safe, he looked over to their location, which was a large warehouse covered by trees, he could already see some of his friends head into the building, some with their familiars, some with just their large shiny weapons and the occasional magician, flaunting off their magic to the bored thieves next to them, he smiled warmly, the thieves knew each other incredibly well, it was like a huge supportive family.

He looked back down at his brother and grabbed his wrist, pulling him the final way up, “We’re almost there, but we can take a break if you want,” He suggested, watching his brother wipe his hands on his hood.

Ryan shook his head, he grinned at Jon, “Why? Are you tired or something? Does my big brother need another nap?” he asked, he was secretly kinda tired, but he didn’t want to slow his brother down because of it.

Jonathan laughed, “As if, i used to have to do this with you on my back because you were scared of heights,” He teased, grabbing a rope from nearby and hooking it along a suspended hook, it was designed to make it easier for them to get back up and down the building to the warehouse.

The two finally made their way down the rope, Jonathan whined and complained about the slight burn in his non-gloved hands, Ryan simple laughed and flicked his older brother’s nose gently, before heading to the warehouse, more commonly referred to as “Zero.”

Just past a large fence, was Zero, Zero was absolutely packed with thieves, all ranging from different skill sets, some had incredible agility like Jonathan, while other could tank hits and deliver lethal blows that could often end a fight, Right there and then. Some thieves were incredibly rich, helping to keep Zero nice and stable with their wealth, which also gave shelter to the lower level thieves that didn't have anywhere to safely live. However Zero wasn’t just a thieves only haven, the place often had warriors and medics that struggled to find a stable job, magician's and abandoned hybrids were also welcomed with open arms. Zero was different since it had variety.

#hhh hop yall like this new series #ohmtoonz #fanfic #endless ambition

binibiningdarna

cartoonz:*pokes ohm* hey.

ohm: what is it?

cartoonz: wink.

ohm:…

ohm: did, did you just say ‘wink’?

cartoonz: i can’t wink.

vansfic-deactivated20161027

another virus is going around

i just got home and saw a message from a mutual i’ve never talked to, about a birthday gift. DONT CLICK ON THE LINK. i haven’t so i don’t know what it does, but i’ve heard it logs you out and sends you to a fake tumblr to take your information. it’s a hack. and it fucks up your computer/laptop/phone/device.

this is what the message looks like, and if you click the link, it sends it to every single one of your mutuals (or possibly ALL THE PEOPLE THAT FOLLOW YOU)

WHOEVER IS MAKING THESE VIRUSES, ARE MAKING NEW ONES THAT SEEM MORE REALISTIC. THEY ARENT USING CAPITALIZATION ANYMORE SO IT LOOKS MORE “REAL” BUT I SWEAR TO YOU ITS FALSE

PLEASE REBLOG THIS TO WARN YOUR FOLLOWERS, TO SAFE SAFE BECAUSE MORE ARE BEING MADE.

ask-firehoof

I fuckibg got this one too

madamqueenoffandoms

( please don’t click this be safe guys)

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Mmmfnfbbndbdnbudjbdhob sorry for spam

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I got this a day or two ago. The people sending them aren’t aware of it, so if you get one, let them know, so they can try and fix it.

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!!!!! Here it is

theuniversereplied

I got one. didn’t click because it seemed fishy af. Be careful guys

fuzzyduc

Just to let everyone know, I got this message today:

These spam bots are really trying hard to spread this virus around. Let people know you got this message so they can be safe and change their password and run an anti-virus.

Be safe!

otterronpas

SIGNAL BOOST THIS!

ask-lucios-mom

Hey guys Ik this isn’t Arcana related but please be aware of this. I don’t want my followers to be put at risk.

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!!!!!

tis-i-the-most-uncooked-fry

Don’t click random links

Okay, this is part one of two posts. But it's mildly angsty uwu

#ohmwrecker #ohm

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Keep reading

#UMM I LOVE THIS??

inandoutoffandoms-deactivated20

I LOVE this ship too much, I may be addicted to this ship…

Do you have an instagram I feel like I’ve seen your art before

I do! It's @/thattransking! If you saw it in a different page, please let me know because I'm not aware of anyone else reposting my art..

Look at them go! Where they stop? Nobody knows! Honestly, I don't know, I like drawing with pixels..

#ohmtoonz #it feels good to be baby baby!

fluffy-papaya

its’s here

it’s queer

it’s an ohmtoonz christmas meme

can also be found https://youtu.be/J3S4cVWhph4 here!

please reblog, not repost

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It’s not an incorrect quote, but it’s so well done that I think everyone needs to see it.

crimsonbluemoon

This was so amazing! When they showed me it on the discord, I was amazed. Love this <3

ask-ohmtoonz

THIS IS CUTE AS FUCK

ouroboros-hm-deactivated2021022

Ohm is a very good pole dancer in Evan’s club, he isn’t the most popular in the place but he has his well established fanbase that consist in;

two Irish men who would fight in the back of the club for who’s turn is to have a private dance with ohm this time

one big man with a peculiar loud laugh and a love for pandas

one devilish southerner that spends his night flirting with ohm /everywhere/ but has never actually bought a private dance

mini and sunni. they don’t fucking hide their identities bcs they aren’t cowards. they go as a couple to get wooed by a sexy man in a playboy bunny costume.