#thats later

[protonpowered]

My creative juices haven’t been flowing so smoothly lately, so I filled out some alignment chart memes to try get the energy moving. Since Ranger Days is still one big WIP, have some memes about the squad

Sidenote; im also open to questions, maybe that will help spur the creativity too

[mlynarswife]

The Guardian Angel

[Start] - [2]

A/N: This series covers the Guardian life of my Guardian OC. We start in the dark ages and make our way closer to the present season slowly but surely with each new chapter, hope you enjoy!

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Yet again I write to you, only this time it is for a different reason, unlike the last.This time I would like to tell you of the Guardian who you are never told of the story of. You know her as Angel.

Why out of all the fallen would I tell you about her? I have my reasons. I do hope you'll learn from her life, if more people do then Humanity might just prosper forever.

Now, let's start from the beginning. Where her pain began and what set her path to be the one she had tread without hesitation despite her fears.

Listen well Guardian,

-S

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Snow glistened over tall mountain peaks covering the floor in white, erasing what life might have been there before. Amongst this bleak emptiness a single mechanical entity hovered, scanning for the singular reason of it's purpose. A candidate who had the potential to wield the Light. 

Flying over it picked up on a strange sense, as if that particular direction was trying to pull it to that location. The machine didn't have any other lead so it followed that feeling, like a moth drawn to the flame it heeded the calling. Soon a storm brewed, a blizzard with daunting gales that threatened to blow away the machine, yet it continued. This was it's purpose, without it what could it be? The machine's resolve was rewarded.

Faintly a silhouette of a building could be seen, it seemed like a mirage--as if any given moment it could disappear and return to the empty white landscape. The machine was ecstatic, the feeling seemed to have been coming from that location and without question it headed towards it.

The building became clearer, it seemed to be an old bunker of sorts: metal rusted, concrete cracked, and a bloody stain on the entrance. The machine had a solemn feeling from the place, it couldn't explain, but it continued into the bunker.

The inside wasn't too pretty, it was as if the storm had reached inside the place. What little furniture that had been in there was scattered and broken save for a case of sorts. Not much further there lay a body, at least the remains of one. This sparked curiosity in the small machine and they scanned it.

It was a match.

The machine seemed ecstatic and began to use its surroundings to reconstruct the core of its purpose. Eyes soon fluttered open revealing the gray orbs that were underneath, dull and tired though nothing had been done yet. Hair, messy and short with bangs that covered her left eye in purple. She analyzed her surroundings and looked at the machine.

"You've been dead for a while, come on." It spoke. The woman was taken aback by it and backed into the door that was behind her. "Agh, I'm sorry. I'm a Ghost, well that's what most of the Warlords call us." She made no moves to speak, it was a bit much to take in.

Silence hung in the air for a while, neither one knew what to say or what to do. The "Ghost" finally decided to speak up and asked, "Do you have a name?" The Ghost wasn't expecting much, though they did hear that some risen knew it. Her gaze shifted from the Ghost to the case that was there and she pointed. "Uhm. I'm sorry but I don't get what you're getting at…" in response she made an attempt to stand, legs struggling to get accustomed to the sudden weight on them before she fell. "Do… do you want it?" Still no words. She tried again, this time a bit farther. Then again and again until she reached the case.

The Ghost followed silently and scanned the case. "This language… I don't know what it is."

"Latin…" the woman muttered, "It's Latin." 

The Ghost asked quietly, "Do you know what it says?"

She nodded and spoke a little more, a bit louder this time. "Angel. It says my name." Angel looked back to the Ghost and asked a question of her own, "Do you have a name?" The Ghost stayed silent which seemed to indicate that the Ghost didn't have one. "Ray. Ray suits you."

Before the Ghost could reply the howls of wolves echoed. "Oh no." The Ghost vanished before continuing, "We're by Lord Felwinter's territory, we have to lay low." Angel scanned her surroundings, looking for where Ray had vanished. "Ah, sorry. I'm in your backpack, I'm still here just not out there. If a Warlord finds out you're a Risen too… well, let's just not have that happen."

"What about your name?" Angel asked calmly, not knowing the danger that they were in.

The Ghost sighed, "I like it. Now, let's move."

Angel grabbed the case with her name and moved to the exit.

"Wait. I don't think we should go out right now, the blizzard is too strong." 

Angel placed down the case and just stood there as if she were waiting orders.

"From my scans…" Ray popped out and materialized in front of her. "There should be more to this place under us."

Angel tilted her head ever so slightly, to Ray seemed like confusion. "I thought we had to move?" 

"I did," he hovered to the door that led out showing the relentless blizzard outside, "but it seems like luck isn't on our side…" Ray vanished back into her backpack and warned,"I don't know if Lord Felwinter will find us, but don't let him know I'm here if he does."

Howls became louder.

"Why?" She seemed unfazed by it all.

A loud noise was made, the lock was broken with force.

"Just--"

The door was opened and a figure made its way in, shotgun in tow.

[babyhotlinez]

I got so many new followers.

[dovahcaine]

look its a wip to feel better about myself

[dabihaul666]

oh fuck the caption for that was supposed to be ‘stringing along a photography major for the bangin ass selfies’ but also dabi’s major is sculpture so

[michelleion]

which of these best convey “move im gay” in an outfit

[stealthrogue]

Heading to the state championships today for buddyfight!

Wish me luck!

[jxmieclayton]

What do you need right now?

A reply from her letting me know what I did, the ability to take a deep breath, and to punch a brick wall (concrete’d work too) about 200 times.

Oh and a cigarette. I need all of these things.