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we're not kids anymore.
trying on a metaphor
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Gillette
After her whirlwind nightmare alongside TOY, beginning with her death and ending in new birth, Gillette had no guidance on the path she was supposed to follow. An afterlife with one she admired hadn’t sounded much of a hell-but instead he’d sent her back, to make her own path. It was a punishment she had not prepared herself for, but if he thought she could be better, she was hardly going to disappoint. She still travels alongside Fawkes, helping far less dramatically. Still, to one who’s lost everything, sympathy and a much-needed hug is worth more than a thousand acts of vengeance.
Fawkes
Given a second chance after the first Darkest Day, brought back by Toy’s sacrifice and Jigsaw’s regrets (of a kind) the Name chose to spend some time paying her respects to her oldest friend in a way she felt he’d approve of; protecting the innocents he was willing to die for. If she also spread his story, and that of the others who’d given their lives on the way, she considered that her payment.
On the second Darkest Day, when the worlds began to collide, Fawkes’ unique status brought her to the attention of those of the Great Dream she had touched. Recognising her potential for both vengeance and honor, as well as her innate understanding of the chaos, she was leant the mantle of the Demon Hunters. Kinhunter, she became, wielding her great-glaive “Immortals’ Toy” not out of any desire for repentance or forgiveness, but in the place of one who couldn’t she would gladly take the burden for the good of those in need.
Words for a mother
I have fought, And I have died
Left my honour, Strength, and Pride.
A thousand sins I’ve paid to rest
Yet still talk on by reaper’s Jest
I faced death from either side
So hear me now, Kin-Ay who cried
Please instead of taking the pain I give you
Remember me as “I forgive you”
My child,
I’ve watched you be delivered into this world and the second you drew your first breath, I swore to protect you.
The time between you took your first step and the time you took your first sword into your clutches passed swiftly. My heart clutched tightly inside of my chest, and inside I screamed and begged for you to not approach the war.
War will take you, I wanted to tell you. War will take you away to lands I cannot reach.
When they brought back your broken body unto my sight, all I could think was how I used to stroke the strands of hair as you dozed off to sleep at night. The few tranquil moments that I was blessed with I sung lullabies and read you stories as you hobbled your ginger steps into a stance of battle.
They had broken you, and inside I screamed for you to wake up, I begged them to let me bring you back. I could, I could, I told myself I could.. and I did.
A mockery of a life it was that I brought you back to this life again, a horrid blessing that would turn you against me as soon as I fell and I knew, I knew the darkness inside of me was planning this all along.
I brought you onto your own demise and not even once could I tell you what was going on, my lips were sealed and every night after you left I had cried, each tear drop a descent into my own madness, into the shadow’s clutches.
Now I stand by the ruins of what we used to call home, of the times I watched you chase the butterflies in the field, now I stand in the rubble of where you had fallen victim, and where I rose you into a false life from your resting place, watching your body finally rest, the peaceful rest I could not give you, no place to rest I could’ve given you.
I wish I could’ve told you, my sweet child, I loved you with all of my heart and soul. From the day you were born, and even still, as I watched you come into this world, I watch you go.
My sweet, little son, my little starling, I love you. Now, and forever.
Words for a mother
I have fought, And I have died
Left my honour, Strength, and Pride.
A thousand sins I’ve paid to rest
Yet still talk on by reaper’s Jest
I faced death from either side
So hear me now, Kin-Ay who cried
Please instead of taking the pain I give you
Remember me as “I forgive you”
For Kin-Ay- "I don't blame you"
Kin-Ay:
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Oh child, I’m so sorry..
rvb au where everyone works at a high school
donut is a pe teacher who makes a deal with his new students every year. a dodgeball match, them vs him. if they win, they don’t run laps for an entire semester.
no class has ever won that bet.
Congrats.
Before the war, before they were Jensen and “the volleyball player,” they were just Katie and Sarita, and in the moments between, they still are.
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"Congrats."
Sarita has her helmet off. Her thick dark hair’s been under her helmet all day, but it hasn’t quite managed to flatten all the wave out of it. She has it in a messy side ponytail now, tumbling over one shoulder as she looks up at Katie, and smiles. She’s good at putting on a smile, though it doesn’t quite make it up to her eyes. They’re so pretty, rich brown and heavy-lashed, but there’s trouble there and Katie can see it.
She pulls her own helmet off. Her glasses fall off, and Katie rubs the pinched, sore bridge of her nose for a moment before dropping down to feel for them on the ground—but Sarita’s already collected them, dusted them off, and presses them into her hand.
"Thanks,” Katie says, setting the crooked frames back on her face, barely hearing the air hiss between her front teeth. Long since gave up caring about her messed-up mouth. Funny. Used to seem like such a big deal. Same with the glasses, the clumsiness. Her whole… self. Somehow it all doesn’t seem so bad now. Under the helmet, she’s Jensen. Combat tech, a First Lieutenant at 21, and even if she knows it’s because the rebels have to take who they can get, she’s proud.
Lieutenant Kathryn Emeric Jensen. Dad would’ve liked that.
"Sorry," she adds, after too long a pause, dropping onto the bench beside her friend. No tables in the mess tent. All the ones they had left went to medical.
"Don’t be sorry," Sarita says, too quick.
They aren’t talking about the glasses.
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IM GONNA FUCKING DIE. THERE’S TOO MUCH GOOD FIC IN THE FANDOM RIGHT NOW. PLEASE READ THIS BECAUSE KATIE JENSEN AND VOLLEYBALL TALKING ABOUT JENSEN’S ASSIGNMENT AND THE WAR AND THE HISTORY AND UUUUURGH. YOUNG WOMEN AT WAR. IM GONNA JUST LIE DOWN FOR A MINUTE.
This was originally meant for last month but, it’s somewhat late so
Happy Belated 4/13, everybody!
I liked that idea of “Draw yourself as the Final Boss of a game” thing going round so I thought I’d give it a try.
Cied is an important figure in the campaign since the beginning- Leader of the cult devoted to returning the Old Ones, and as time goes on maybe the first invader after all. As the campaign goes on and plan after plan is ruined Cied loses more and more of their humanity, becoming closer and closer to their Sire, until in the final level. When finishing the final Ceremony to return the Old Ones the interference of the PCs causes Cied to be absorbed by the ceremony. Charged by the ritual, the Players must fight an agile, armed-to-the-teeth mutant…and thats just the warmup. Slaying Cied only means their body is uninhabited- and after fusing with the ritual, that gives the Old Ones a direct route in. What follows is the real Final Battle- Hollow Soul Avatar, in all it’s sky- eating majesty.
Once I saw a fallen star kneeling in a pool of light grasping at the heavenly motes that slipped away into the night With every moment she grew dimmer and a little light was gone from her and when she knelt in cold and dark she cried "I was a fool to err!" That's when I took my coat of fur and placed it gently 'pon her back I pointed up, to scores of light "Though all is dark, it is not black!" We sat and gazed at majesty of twinkling hope in deepest shade And when I left, t'was not alone, said she "By you my hope was saved!" "When I lay with naught to me a fool astray with naught to be you gave me what I needed most: you saw that there was more to see." That's how I began life anew with a Star from the night sky and why my bed is fit for two which looks at night to heavens high
That Other You
“I have walked through black and grey So that I could stand in white today To flee my death, or stand alone? There was no doubt; this path, my own. All choices made, for my farewell: Goodbye, my friends. And death to Hell.”
That Other You
I have walked for so, so long, Stood my ground through right and wrong, Fought my fights with tooth and nail, I’ve fought so hard and still I fail. For there’s more than “Fight” to fight a war- What you need is “Fighting for”.
That Other You
You have walked and you have seen, Yet you would still bow before your queen But Here she’s just a girl, you see While in my realm You bow to ME!
Kin Ay
He fought when the fight was over He hoped when hope had died He faced the gods without faces He perished so that we might survive
That other you
This 2009 image captures the scene on a foggy night in Odessa, Ukraine, when a digital billboard crashed and displayed a floating error warning in the night sky.
#this sits right on that border between hilarious and terrifying
Tumblr has removed a photo of a Glitch in reality. They're in on the conspiracy.
WE KNOW IT ISN'T REAL! WE KNOW IT'S ALL-
Not all shining armours shall glitter To die fighting is not to have lost He Who Walks Alone was not bitter For some fights are worth any cost
The grave of That Other You
Answer all these questions and you should have a fully-developed character for your audience to connect with. A strong character can carry a weak plot; but a strong plot can’t carry weak characters
For Toy, the most developed character I have ever damn written.
1. Toy’s daughter Arrow survived the war and the re-write, remembering who he was and what he became. She settled down and lived a long, long life of her own.
2. Toy thinks the people he cares about deserve better than him, leading to both hurting them and endangering them in equal quantities.
3. Toy trained Duke with the full intention of sacrificing him to gain in power. It was only after some time that he began to think of the stallion as anything other than a tool with which to gain power.
4. Toy is pretty much invulnerable to physical harm, lacking internal organs or anything that could be easily damaged.
5. Toy would be a caretaker at the University he once lived in, so that he could see his wife and child without them having to suffer knowing him.
6. Toy likes listening to wind chimes on the mansion’s roof.
7. Toy always believed that the princesses were trying to make things better.
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10. Self-pity.
11. Duke Cypher, because he represented a chance to prevent his own perceived failures in another.
12. Toy doesn’t wish he could have avoided his own fall, because it is so integral to his character that he doesn’t consider it possible for it to have transpired any other way. Instead, Toy wishes that he could die with a clean slate, and all his failures paid for.
13. He saved Whitney.
14. He’s been caught stroking his medallion before. He denied everything afterwards.
15. Regret can only apply to decisions or choices, discounting the events leading up to his death. His greatest regret would probably be deciding to give Duke space, leading to his being corrupted by the House.
16. Toy has two deep, pervading fears: being controlled by his name, and not managing to save someone.
17. At the end of the first Grimdark incident, when Jigsaw had been disarmed and everything looked like it would be ok, before Z’s violence gave him the energy to escape. After all that, he wasn’t able to save him.
18. He died with a clean slate. Alternately, he saved Whitney.
19. That Duke will find someone to settle down with, and maybe tell the kids stories of the big grey golem he used to know.
20. Toy is obsessed with keeping people from making the same decisions he did.
21. It was kinda overpowered by mind numbing fear, but Duke giving in to the temptation of the House.
22. The whole world being turned into Name-souls like him.
23. Toy wants to stay true to what Whitney saw in him, before he died.
24. Risen In Vain was University City’s greatest and only Necromancer, kept as a potential weapon of mass destruction to keep enemy nations at bay. Despite this, she was a kind and caring mother who maybe didn’t know quite how one was supposed to treat a child. In the before world, Toy’s mother was a sorcerer and commander of many armies.
25. Blue boom was an alchemist, but not a terribly good one. Fitting the template of an enthusiastic but less-than-capable father, he eventually blew himself up, and was raised by his wife as an undead. While almost mindless in this form, he stayed for many years longer than he should have. In the before world, he was a great and inspiring leader who lived to see his son’s rise to glory.
26. Indirectly, with his family. Toy misses his wife and child greatly, but just doesn’t want them to have to live knowing him.
27. Toy was the only child. In the before world, due to a birth defect, he was born with no magic whatsoever despite his horn. This led to his Patron, Kin-Ay, to imbue a tiny part of her soul into him and allowing him access to her brand of power.
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29. No bedroom. The only material belongings from his previous life that Toy kept were the silver locket containing a picture of him and Whitney his mother gave him. Given the revelation of the Before world, it is unknown where the locket came from or if it was a construct of Toy’s delusion all along.
30. Toy was born on the Winter Solstice, the night where darkness begins to return to light. It eventually manifested in his potential to be better than his birthright.