Wala nmn makakakita ng post ko ditey dto na lang ako mag eemote, so ayun idk why pero i feel so alone lol
Ung mga nakakausap ko before suddenly stopped talking to me or ang lamig na ng chat ung usap namin ng certain someone mas lalong lumalala ung late reply lol dati okay lang sakin yun understandable keme kac busy sya and whatnot pero nakakasense na rin kac ako ng vibes lol ang lamig na sis and idk what to do
Sya na lang talaga ung kinakapitan ko hindi ko na din masyado nakakausap din ung bestfriend ko kac i feel bad tuwing mag uusap kami parang naiistorbo ko lng din sya sa kadramahan ng buhay ko đ tas ayun i started leaving sa mga groupchats keme kac wala din nmn ako nakakausap din dun meron nmn minsan pero ia din nmn ako mostly kac hindi ako relate din sa mga chat nila
Tho i am glad na may nag check up sakin tas nagtanong bat ako umalis atleast somebody cared ig bdjsjdhd
Hahhh buhay pagod na ako talaga im losing more will day by day
Ang dami kong gustong sabihin about what im going thru emotionally pero feel ko wala din ako makausap kac feel ko na buburden ko lang sila about me besides im sure may mga pinagdadaan din ung mga peeps around me ayoko na din dumagdag.
Hindi rin ako maka open up sa fam ko kac sasabihin lang nila na OA ako :// so ayun. Life update ig
It was the only way he could âsaveâ you. By turning you into a Construct, your consciousness is stored into a device inside a new body that is stronger, immune to diseases⊠and dependent on him.
Read the Construct lore (Punishing: Gray Raven) for better context!
Yandere!Idia Shroud x Fem!Reader (ft. Trey Clover)
"Commandant of Gray Raven, get out of there as soon as you can. The level of the Punishing Virus is rapidly increasing.â Celica said through the communication device, the usual friendly tone was replaced with a hard one. (Name) bit her lip, glancing at the horde of dead corrupted bodies at the foot of the building she was hiding.
âMy team members are not yet here. I lost connection with them a moment ago, and the streets are filling in with Heteromers.â
âThe more of the reason of your escape, Commandant of Gray Raven. Retreat now. Lucia, Lee, and Liv will be fine.â
âI know.â She whispered. The three of them were strong and she knew, she witnessed their strength even before she became their commandant but with the situation getting worse, how could she even abandon her team? Knowing if they were with her, they would be scolding her on where she stood. Liv would deprecate and blame herself, Lee would shoot sharp truths to her face as he drag her away, and Lucia would sacrifice herself to ensure their commandantâs sake.
Clenching her fists, she sighed, âokay. Roger that.â
âGood. Be careful, (Name).â Celicaâs hologram disappeared, leaving her alone in the rubbles of the destroyed infrastructure. They will be fine, I know. I trust them, and they trust me.
She crawled out of the side of the marching Heteromers, making her way at the base of the building. After checking whether she was spotted, she dashed away from the Heteromers as quietly as she could. She was a mere human, commanding three members of constructs. If she were to fight alone with the corrupted bodies, her rate of survival would not even reach five percent. Until she was united with the rest, she had to be careful. For their sake and hers.
Navigating through the increasing number of the Corrupted were not as easy as the training back in Babylonia. It was thrice as dangerous and risky. She paused, hiding herself behind a pile of defeated Heteromers, readying her guns as three of them approached her hiding spot.
She tried to reconnect with her missing members, only to hear the beep that indicated a failure in the reconnection.
Clicking her tongue, she steadied her arms pointing at the leading Corrupted, shooting the shining red eyes of the robotic body. This alarmed the Corrupted with it, rotating their heads to the source of the attack, but (Name) was faster, avoiding the searching eyes and ran past them.
Trying to reconnect again, she cursed at the beep. Her senses were dulling and the familiar feeling of nausea was appearing, along with the itchiness and boiling of her blood.
With the streets in front of her swarming with Corrupted, she went inside an abandoned store and hid herself from the patrolling Corrupted. They must have been alerted by the Corrupted she encountered before.
She fished out a bag filled with vials and a syringe, shooting herself with the serum and her vitals slowly stabilized. She may not be as good as Liv in medical care, but she could take care of herself with the basics. One time when they were on a mission and (Name) lost her bag of vials in the fight with the Corrupted, the white-haired girl kept on apologizing and blaming herself for her âshortcomingsâ. It was her fault why she lost her bag that time, not Livâs, but knowing the female construct, she would put all the blame on her. She sighed at the memory and measured her vital rate, making sure she was stable enough before she left and going past the flying Heteromersâ radars and finally out of the city.
She released a sigh she was unaware she was holding in. Although she was out the city, she should still be on guard. Keeping on reconnecting with the others, she carefully crossed the desolate bridge.
Before their mission, Lee had mentioned of the Corrupted evolving into new variants. It was eerie to think about. Fighting against normal Heteromers were difficult enough, but with the addition the evolving Corrupted, doubt crept up her thoughts.
She slapped her cheeks, gaining back her waning courage. She should not be easily swayed by the negative influence of the war. She had to be strong for the people of the past, present, and future. Claiming back Earth from the deadly Punishing Virus and rampant Corrupted were not impossible. It may not be in her generation, or the next, what mattered was it would be possible, and everyone was working hard into making it into reality.
A crash brought her back from her reverie. She quickly hid herself on a beam and readied her gun. She took a peek and her eyes widened at the familiar people. With their bodies covered with white coats and robotic limbs slaying Heteromers while still maintaining human intellect.
The Forsaken were fighting against what she assumed as a new variant. With the Forsaken busy with the Heteromers, she was temporarily safe⊠from both.
As quietly and as quickly as possible, she rounded a corner away from the busy parties, only to feel an icy blade on her throat.
âBabylonia rat. Drop your weapons if you want to be killed by me only.â
The low and serious voice was relieving and daunting at the same time. She dropped her weapon and raised her arms, turning slowly to meet her favorite heterochromatic eyes. The corner of her lips quivered up, wishing internally that they had not, âhi, WatanabeâŠâ
â(Name)? Sh*t!â He quickly recoiled his knife and dragged her away into an old car from the Golden Age.
He shut the door from inside and turned to (Name), glaring at her (e/c) eyes. âWhat are you doing here, Commandant of Gray Raven? You should know that this is part of the Forsakenâs patrol routes.â
âI didnât mean to. I was⊠lost?â
His mismatched eyes softened and looked away from her. They were silent inside the car as (Name) stole glances at the construct brooding beside her. It was not as if she was oblivious to his worries. She was a mere human AND a Babylonia agent. If she was only a human person, she would at least be spared by the Forsaken, but being affiliated with Babylonia, they would kill her on the spot.
He finally turned back to her and looked her in the eyes, tilting his head up. Confused, she whispered, âwhat?â
Watanabe sighed and tilted his head up again. Understanding his cues, she tilted her head as he brought out a mini-medical kit. He pressed a clean gauge on the thin line on her throat, sighing as he did his work. âYou were being reckless again, Commandant. Where are your members?â
âI lost them.â
â⊠Iâm sorry.â
Her eyes widened and waved a hand, âoh no! I didnât mean that they were dead! I meant we got separated.â
â⊠Tch.â She chuckled awkwardly at his obvious disappointment.
It was silent once more, as he was busy tending the wound he caused himself. Their close proximity bothered her. His warm breath fanning her exposed neck and his fingers sending shivers down her spine. She averted her eyes, focusing on something aside from the pleasant sensation she was feeling.
It was approaching nighttime and still there were no news of her three members. With the foreboding news from Celica, she had to evacuate immediately and her constructs could be remaining in the city to search for her.
But I trust them. With the amount of the Corrupted invading the city, plus the increasing level of the virus, they would know that she had to leave. The remaining problem was their meeting point. The Gray Raven Squad had already prepared for these circumstances, but they would not know (Name) was currently with the Forsaken leader.
Watanabeâs fingers stopped, resting on her collarbone. Her eyes shifted as to him, confused as to why he stopped, but she herself froze at the intensity of his eyes. It was⊠foreign. Foreign, but welcoming. She knew at the back of mind what it was.
The warm light of the sunset framed his face perfectly, casting shadows on his eyes that pulled her towards him. Watanabeâs fingers ghosted up the side of her neck and into her hair. Her eyes fluttered shut. It was involuntary. But how could she not if he had this effect on her? It was fine for humans and constructs to form intimate relationships, even in Babylonia, but it was rare. It was only twice when she saw human-construct couples out in the streets of the spacecraft. However, the reason why it was rare because their concern with the future.
When their squad had their missions on Earth, there would be times when they would run into the Forsaken. Sometimes, they would work together to defeat the Corrupted, and sometimes there would be scuffles between the Gray Raven Squad and the Forsaken. And in those moments, (Name) was not immune to the growing affection to him. She would always keep it professional. Knowing that it would get in the way of their missions, she reminded herself that it would soon pass. Nobody should know how she feels, not even him.
Thatâs right. In the end, Iâm a human and heâs a construct. Humans have limited lifespan compared to constructs that can live on for centuries. It was fear. She could die very easily and leave the next torch to those who lived. With the war against the virus and Ascendants, maybe in the next day she will die. But that was the reason why she was hesitant.
She could be sprawled out in the open, drenched in her own blood as life slipped away from her. Lucia, Liv, and Lee would be in front of her begging her to stay and breathe. She heard that before somebody dies, life would flash before their eyes. All happy and sad memories would surface to be remembered before she left. If that was true, then she would reminisce the moments she spent with Watanabe.
She would regret it if she were to avoid it, and she knew he was feeling it, too.
His other hand gently brushed the bandaged wound. He was always gentle with her, no wonder she fell for the Forsaken leader. He would offer her good wisdom when she needed one, and he would reciprocate it with accepting her own advice. It was something little that bloomed into something more.
He drew closer, tilting her head and resting it on the tattered headrest. He stopped before anything could happen. (Name) opened her eyes, looking straight into his loving gaze. Watanabe was asking for permission. It was endearing, it brought a smile to her lips.
Though she said nothing, her gaze spoke volumes. Then he dove in and captured her slightly parted lips in a lock. Her heart thumped loudly and she felt as if her energy left her, leaving her to Watanabeâs care. Though she could not trust her body now because of excitement, she trusted the male construct. He drew back a little, watching her reactions through half-lidded eyes. Soft pink dusted her cheeks as she tried to make sense of the brief kiss they shared. He chuckled, going in for another but this time, much deeper and more passionate.
(Name)âs eyes widened, finding herself pushed further into the car seat. She was making noises she would not expect she would make. His lips moved against hers in fluid ease and need, stealing more of her sense of rationality. With shaky hands, she tried to push him away.
This is too much! As if sensing her plea, he released her and pulled her in his arms, letting her catch her breath. It was hot. The car was hot. His body was hot. Her face was hot, but she did not care. She buried herself deeper in his chest, inhaling the scent of tea and desert on him.
Although he no longer has a human body, his heart resided inside him. She could not hear it, but she imagined it to be beating as fast as hers. She looked up at him and he kissed her brows.
Just for a little longer, she wanted to spend more time with him. For a long time since she hid her feelings, her chest swelled with happiness as they finally acknowledged their love for one another.
âOoohh! Steamy!â
âNanami!â She gasped, pushing Watanabe away and scrambled out the car with him following behind.
Outside was the energetic construct, bouncing on her heels with her hands cupping cheeks, âkyaa! Commandant, that was sooooo intense! You could pass for an actress!â
âN-No, Nanami! Keep your voice down pleaseâŠ!â
(Name) successfully calmed the gray-haired girl, sighing as she calmed her erratic breathing, âanyways. Nanami, what are you doing here?â
âThe pretty girl and friends were looking for Commandant! They asked Nanami if I happen to see you, and BAM! I did! Nanami leads them here, but they were sooooo sloooww. It was a shame they missed the showâŠâ she pouted.
âT-There was no show, Nanami,â (Name) whispered in her ears, âNanami, Iâm begging you, please donât tell anyone about this.â
âAww, but Commandant, they wouldnât know your amazing skill!â
Her face turned hot again, hers and Watanabeâs kiss resurfaced, âthey donât need to know, Nanami. Uh, i-itâs an exclusive⊠show, so only it will known by one person.â
Nanami squealed and pirouetted, âeeee! So Nanami is that exclusive person? Okay! Nanami can keep secrets! Commandantâs the best!â Nanami glomped (Name), almost taking them to the ground.
âHaa, itâs you again, Chainsaw-hacker. Donât tell me you were giving my men nightmares again?â Watanabe came from behind, pulling (Name) away from the shorter girl. (Name) blushed at the worried glance he was giving her. She nodded softly and Nanami grumbled, âold man, give Commandant back!â She lunged to take (Name) back but he carried her easily and dodged.
He sighed, âI told you, Iâm not old.â He set his lover down and led them away to the entrance. They could see in the distance three silhouettes approaching them in fast speed.
âCommandant!â
âI better go or else they would get the wrong idea,â (Name) smiled ruefully, tugging discreetly at his fingers before jogging to meet her missing squad.
Watanabe could still feel the softness of her fingers as he watched (Name) being bombarded by three constructs. It felt like a dream, too good to be true, but it was all real. The kiss they shared was still fresh in his M.I.N.D. and it would remain like that always.
âHurt Commandant and Nanami will hack you to pieces,â Nanami poked his side with her chainsaw, and he pushed it away.
âEven without you saying so, I wouldnât.â
âHmph! You better be, or Iâll come and play with you and your friends every single day!â She stuck a tongue at him and sauntered off, joining the reunited Gray Raven Squad.
Under the peeking stars and last light of day, the group bid their goodbye to Watanabe, although one of them was sour about it. They turned and started walking away, but (Name) stood still, offering him a smile and a wave then joined the leaving group.
The lips that smiled at him hid their little secret. It was dangerous, what they did, but they chose to. So until the day when they win the war, he will work twice as hard to achieve his dream of Eden, and have her part of it and spend the rest of their lives together.
I promise you a world without the war, my Eden.
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This is my 1st fanfic of PGR and English is not my first language so there bound to be grammatical mistakes. But I hope you enjoyed this! Thank you for reading đ„°
Hi, I love ur blog.. but I dont understand why u have to make the reader a particular color, it makes it very exclusive. I'm sure u wouldn't like it if a writer specifically wrote white skin, blue eyes n blonde hair.
You must be new to fanfic.
Are you really trying to tell me that youâve never read a story that has mentioned âyouâ as having âblue eyesâ âblonde hairâ âflushing pink with embarrassmentâ âpink nipplesâ âcreamy skinâ? If you are indeed trying to tell me that, then you are an absolute, 100%, bold faced liar.
Every. Single. Piece. Of. Fanfic. Is. Written. With. White. Women. In. Mind.
You wanna know how I know every single piece of fanfic is written with white women in mind other than the descriptors that are used? Take a look at the graphics made for them. Youâd notice that a good portion of them that feature âyouâ, are always pictures of white women.
Fake marriage au? A picture of a white woman in a wedding dress is used.
One night stand leads to reader/âyouâ getting pregnant? A picture of a blonde, blue eyed toddler is used.
Bucky finally proposes to âyouâ? A picture of a white hand with an engagement ring is used.
If I was being really petty, Iâd link the stories/graphics Iâm talking about. I came across every example I just mention last night while perusing this hellsite and thatâs not very inclusive, is it anon?
I have to ask you, have you ever sent this type of ask to a white writer who has used âblue eyesâ âblonde hairâ and âwhite skinâ in their stories? Have you ever asked a white writer who has used a picture of a white women, or a white kid, or two white people holding hands, why theyâre being so exclusive?
Of course you havenât.
Do you wanna know why you havenât sent this type of ask to a white writer? Itâs because you donât really care about inclusivity. You donât care about what picture is used or what descriptors are used until it doesnât describe or depict YOU. Then, and ONLY then, do you care about someone being inclusive/exclusive.
On to the next point, I specify a âparticular colorâ because we as black women, along with Asian woman, Latina women, Indian women⊠(I could keep going) have been EXCLUDED from fanfic since the dawn of time and I AM TIRED OF IT.
Iâm also tired of dealing with these stupid, racist asks.
The point of the matter is, you do in fact understand why I make the reader a particular color, it just bothers you. It bothers you when you come across things that donât cater to you. It bothers you that Iâve depicted these handsome, strong, Adonis like men being in love with black women, because society has told you that white women are the epitome of beauty and are the high standard. It bothers you when you across something that states to opposite. It bothers you because, God forbid, a good looking white man chooses a black or brown women over you.
I write specifically for black women. Period. End of story.
Every person - men, women, black, white, Asian, Latina, LGBTQ - can read and enjoy my stuff. I just want them to know that itâs not for them. Itâs for me, and every girl that looks like me. And, if they arenât racists and bigots, theyâll understand why I do what I do, and why itâs important.
You can call me exclusive all you want. Itâs not going to change a mother loving thing over here.
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