she is saved and trapped


My friend’s and I current DnD party! This is the first campaign we ever played so we are still learning but we are having so much fun, we have weekly sessions with cooking and a lot of snacking involved, my character is the drow wizard to nobody’s surprise haha 

some info about them!

Leonane: Mountain dwarf cleric from a respected clan, found a talking enchanted reliquary with an old god symbol in an expedition, believes it to be the word of the divine and asks it for advice at every chance. team’s grandpa, cautious and concerned about survival, good at negotiating not so good at mingling, judging your every move, is very tired of all of us.

Gruk: Very charismatic albino half orc paladin that is convinced he was chosen by the gods to save the world, quick to trust, lawful good, not the smartest guy, gives away too much money and information, heeds Leonane’s every word, will help everyone in need, will run into a group of thirty enemies without a second thought. needs to stop getting us into fights.

Velare: Drow wizard raised by humans, lives in the underground rooms of a human city’s public library working as an archivist, a hermit that fell in love with a human girl and scared by the passage of time put her in stasis without her consent and hid her away, is looking for a way to extend human lifespan. Has a soft spot for humans, looks very villanous, laughs at inappropriate times, yells at Gruk a lot.

Ulthimesia: Human warlock, left her husband and her noble title for a dream demon, her husband found out and went after them with an army and struck down the demon, in an attempt to save him she trapped what was left of his essence in her pendant giving her control over dreams and the ability to materialize nightmares, is looking for a way to restore her lover to his full form, an expert in monsters and creatures, panics and puts people to sleep when threatened, a refined lady.

the amount of people who take the shadows in Persona 4 at face value and miss the totally not complicated at all meaning behind them is unbelievable

like the entire point of the shadows is that they can only achieve autonomy by killing their owner and they can only attack their owner if their owner rejects them

so the way they portray inner issues is always twisted to be embarrassing or vicious and repugnant (or both)

Yosuke is bored in Inaba and feels destined for greatness so his shadow portrays him as an entitled, arrogant sociopath who can’t feel empathy for others

Chie is scared nobody will want her if they don’t need her so her shadow twists it into her being an abuser who sets up situations where she can ‘save’ her friends

Yukiko wants personal freedom and feels trapped in inheriting her family inn but can’t come up with the courage to voice it so her shadow portrays her as a helpless princess who needs rescuing

Kanji puts on a hyper-masculine facade because he’s afraid he’ll be rejected if he shows his true nature (and avoids girls because hyper-masculinity is an instant path to acceptance with most guys in Japan, but there is no such easy route when interacting with girls) so his shadow is flamboyantly gay

Rise feels like her persona as an idol is fake and that she’s being portrayed and sold as someone who isn’t her, and feels like nobody actually likes her for the person she actually is, so she has a desire to show people the 'real’ her which is twisted into slutty exhibitionism

Naoto feels stress of having to live up to her family’s legacy but her age and sex cause people to not take her seriously and she wishes she could escape those prejudices, so her shadow takes the form of an unreasonable, immature brat (who exists in a TOKUSATSU SET and wears an OVERSIZED LAB COAT) who plans to swap her sex


none of this shit is really complicated

it’s all pretty much right there

all you have to do is like

pay even the slightest bit of attention

       Although I respect people’s opinions, I can never bring myself to understand why there is so much hatred for Hinata. She loved Naruto since the very very beginning. I think that itself is enough reason to adore her because she was never against him. He didn’t have to prove himself to her and she acknowledged his beautiful personality before anything else. Meanwhile, mostly everyone had to witness Naruto’s physical strength before actually taking him seriously. Hinata was on Naruto’s side even before he could summon a shadow clone properly, before he could call himself a ninja, when everyone was so fixated on the nine tails that they treated him like he wasn’t human. 

     Forgive me if it seems like I’m comparing but when people put team 7 before everything, I close my ears. Don’t get me wrong, I love team 7 but when I think about Naruto, I don’t just solely think about Team 7. When we put team 7′s bonds before everything else, we are demolishing the bonds that Naruto shared with others. We are demolishing the fact that Naruto was alone. Every aspect (even the bad ones) in Naruto’s life should all be taken into account and not just a fraction of it. The fact that he found the woman of his life, I would think that people would be happy because the manga starts with this…

And ends with…

     If you truly think about it, Naruto’s life is being told chronologically from his years as a boy, to a teen, to a young adult, to a full grown man. The ending is quite beautiful because it shows us just how much Naruto has grown; the fact that he found love! Who would have ever thought that knucklehead Naruto would get married… being the first one out of Konoha 11 at that?! It shows that in the very beginning, he was bereft of love… and the ending is basically his earned blessing because now, he’s united with the woman who loved him even when he was just that kid who sat on the swings and sadly watched everyone from afar.  It depicts his adulthood. When watching this wedding, we shouldn’t be thinking “Why did it not end with team 7!” Instead, we should be thinking “Naruto has grown up” or “He’s not that kid anymore!” It’s his wedding. That marks one of the best days of his life. 

     Meh, everyone’s entitle to think what they want. This is just how I look at it. This is why I truly adore Hinata and the ending. While I do feel like Kishimoto should have added more into the ending, I am still grateful for the results. In fact, it makes me want to cry when taking in the beginning of the manga to the ending. Watching Naruto as that lonely kid and seeing him now…Kishimoto did such a wonderful job with explaining the aspects of Naruto’s life. I am so proud of Naruto. He’s accomplished so much and now he’s gifted with a woman with such a beautiful heart.

   She even faced death for him. We see this puny little kunoichi fight a super strong evil shinobi like Pein and lost with the intent of  protecting and revealing her love for someone who has saved her from herself; someone who broke the chains of insecurity and self affliction out of her. That itself tells you that Hinata has a story of her own. She went through spiritual battles herself so you shouldn’t trivialize her feelings and the role she plays in Naruto’s life. She’s a person too… and she is not perfect. People spend so much time with expressing their hatred for her character when even Hinata herself admits her flaws and expresses her need for change; expresses how she doesn’t even like herself. 

    In a way it’s kind of like you tell someone “I hate you” and they respond “I hate myself.” She’s not ignorant of her character flaws and that itself makes her even more of an incredible character because this whole time, she acknowledged her bad sides and it gave her more of a reason to want to change into someone stronger. Naruto was the prime source of her strength because he is the perfect example of what she’s trying to become. He motivated her to pick herself up and continue to work hard as both a person and a ninja. In return, she felt like she owed him her life which is why she didn’t care if she died on the battle field. Her sacrifice confirmed how strong and genuine her love really is. This moment in the manga defines just how strong Hinata had become over the years as both a person and a ninja.

      I don’t see why it is a problem that she wants to be by Naruto’s side. We are already aware of the fact that she loved him since young. When you love someone, being by their side is more like an instinct. This is why she impulsively intervened in the battle the way she did… and other times…

    And, you wanna know something that I find hysterically hilarious? Is that she actually makes it her duty to be by his side. She legit wants to protect Naruto more than he does for her. She wants to be there for him more than she is actually capable… and she BLAMES HERSELF for why he always ends up being the one to save her in the end. It’s hilarious because this girl legit loves this guy and there are still people that don’t actually realize that (I respect your feelings though, but still). Even when she is tired and out of energy, she still tries to make a way to be by his side. Even when she knows she will die, she still tries to find a way. It is plain and simple… Hinata LOVES Naruto. Period, point blank.

    But then again, who’s to say that she’s the only impulsive one? 

              Those subconscious feelings are stronger than a bitch. 


Every time she helps Naruto, it is suddenly a “problem”. But, the crazy thing is… every time she DOES help him, he BENEFITS from it completely.

   He even admits it every time. If it wasn’t for Hinata’s encouragement, he would have never had the confidence to defeat Neji in the final competition. In fact, he probably would have gotten his ass kicked simply put ^_^ He even THANKS Hinata for uplifting him so sincerely. Naruto’s depression vanished very quickly and now he is back to being himself… positive and full of energy; full of life and strength. Turns out, he actually likes Hinata as a person and understands her better.

   Even her intervention during his battle with pein benefited him seeing that Naruto was going to die on spot after all. Next thing you know, he was able to meet his father, he was able to defeat pein, rewarded the title of the village hero, and luckily for him, he is still alive.  He even acknowledges that Hinata’s sacrifice was a “save” on his part. He knows that Hinata wants to protect him hence he clearly assured her that she has already been doing that.

        You want to know what’s really interesting about this panel? It reminds me of this…

     Mind you, Naruto wasn’t exactly confident about his match against Neji (Like I mentioned before). Hinata uplifted him very quickly just like Naruto was able to uplift her as soon as he sensed how dejected she felt for being saved by him during the war. They are both very good at encouraging each other. It’s like an “eye for eye” sort of thing because they have the answer to each other’s insecurity. You would think that Naruto would have shared his worry to this team mates for those who believe that Team 7 is EVERYTHING. But apparently, he didn’t. For a girl that he considered weird, gloomy, dark , and timid , it truly amazes me that he entrust telling her about his weaknesses than the people he’s been “bonded” with throughout his early journey as a ninja. I’m not necessarily belittling the importance of Team 7 but rather proving that it is NOT the most important thing in the series. We have to be mindful of other characters too because they contribute a lot to Naruto’s character alone.

     He even acknowledges the fact that she saved him from falling into the traps of Obito.  He genuinely thanks her and also acknowledges that she “stayed at his side.” So, if Naruto can happily come to terms with that, then I don’t see the “problem.” In the end, he is back on his feet and being the happy knucklehead that we all know and love. We should be happy that Naruto has people like Hinata in his life that will sacrifice a leg and an arm for him; like his parents, like neji, etc. When putting Team 7 over everything, you are forgetting about those other precious people and things that were put in action to ensure his growth, his potential, and the extent of his passionate feelings as a character. Deny it or not, Hinata aligns with all of that and there is nothing no one can do about it. 

   “But Hinata isn’t relevant to the series because she doesn’t get a lot of                                                screen time.” 

Does the quantity of moments dictate how strongly Naruto feels about a person? Are we really going to let time away from a character dictate someone’s relevance to another person? Because, as far as I’m concern, Naruto has never spent a day with his mom or dad… but they are still upheld as important to him. Sasuke has been away from the leaf village for over 2 years. Even in their adult life, Sasuke has been away from the village for around 12 years (if I’m correct). It doesn’t change the fact that Naruto and Sasuke are very close. If screen time was genuinely relevant, then he would have let Sasuke go over the years that he actually spent time trying to find him. Jiraya has been dead for quite a long time… but Naruto’s feelings for Jiraya hasn’t changed. He still cherishes his god father with every drip of blood in his body. Gaara and Naruto are from different villages (we don’t get to see Gaara all of the time) but even that doesn’t dictate his bond with Naruto. Shikamaru is not even on Team 7 but he and Naruto are basically close as well… just like the of rest of konoha 11. Iruka hasn’t had all the screen time in the world but who did naruto ask to be his father in the wedding? Naruto even cherishes that sweet adorable ramen guy (the dude who NEVER gets screen time).  So, can we please stop making everything about screen time? It doesn’t necessarily matter. The QUALITY of the moments he share with another character is what truly defines those special bonds. Believe it or not, he shared quality moments with Hinata hence there would be no point in the genjutsu meaning anything to him. Once he was able to genuinely decipher those moments, that is when he came to terms with his own feelings for the Hyuga. He was able to realize how he felt about Hinata all along… and it didn’t take THOUSANDTHS of moments for that to happen.


Title: Taunted.

Pairings: Tate Langdon x (F) reader!

Warnings: Blood, killing.ANGsT!!

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For a fleeting second, Y/N hated him. She hated him with her entire being. He was a manipulative rodent who dug his filthy claws into anything that displayed the slightest amount of light - the slightest amount of innocence - and he’d ruin them. Y/N had seen it before - many a times - all at the hands of the seventeen year old boy. His face was angelic, his eyes were soft, but he was cold and heartless - he was selfish and unforgiving. Everything he touched surely died. Y/N believed Tate was death itself. He had taken so many lives without even a second thought, some who remained confined in that very house. The house they were held captive in for all eternity - with no escape.

“You forget that I know everything about you, dear Y/N,” his voice taunted, echoing through the halls, “I know where you hide, I know the sound of your heart - it’s so easily distinguishable. I will always, always find you, my dear. There’s no point running.”

His thunderous steps echoed through the house, teasing Y/N. she padded across the carpeted floor, trying to keep her breathing at a minimal. She couldn’t let him find her - if he did, she was dead. She knew she couldn’t get away from him, he had always had the ability to catch his prey. He had killed so many before her, this was his forte. He enjoyed the hunt almost as much as he enjoyed the kill. She was completely scared of him and he knew that, he knew how to use it to his advantage. She was done for. She knew that. He knew that. But why did she keep running, Keep trying to find an escape? Because she didn’t want to die at the hands of her lover.

Her murderous, psychopath lover.

Y/N skidded to a halt, stopping just metres away from him. She gasped for air, her lungs wheezing. She couldn’t fight any longer. It was over. It was all over. Her lower lip trembled as sadness crashed over her in giant waves, she was going to die. She was going to die. She was going to die at the hands of Tate. She stumbled backwards, but he took two steps forward. His long strides asserting a sense of dominance over Y/N. she audibly gulped.

He could hear her heart racing, a smirk creeping its way onto his face, giving him a sinister look. As if his true self was revealing, he looked like a demon - something from a nightmare.

“You don’t have to do this, Tate. I won’t leave, I promise. I’ll stay with you forever, just please don’t do this to me.” She begged, tears glossing her eyes.

Tate’s strides faltered as he saw the sadness and pain in her eyes. He never wanted to hurt her - but she couldn’t leave him. He couldn’t risk her leaving him. He shrugged off the feeling - the nagging in the back of his head, begging him to stop too; this wasn’t what he wanted - Tate had never wanted to hurt her, but he had no choice. She was going to leave him and he couldn’t let that happen.

Y/N noticed his falter and used it to her advantage, she bolted back in the direction she came from. Grabbing onto the banister, she turned round the corner and pounded down the stairs. Screaming at the top of her lungs - screaming bloody murder. She prayed inwardly that someone would save her from the monster she loved, from the monster trapped inside the boy. She grabbed the handle of the door - locked - she shook the handle aggressively. Frustrated tears falling rapidly. She grabbed the keys from the pot, shakily jamming the key into the door and wrenching the door open just as Tate reached the bottom of the stairs.

She yelped when he caught up to her, seizing her aggressively by her upper arm. His blunt nails digging into her skin, drawing blood to the surface. She shouted in pain, swinging her elbow back and delivering a harsh blow to his gut. He doubled over, hissing through his teeth, glaring daggers at her. Y/N wasted no time as she sprinted down the driveway and through the gates, across the road for safe measure.

She rested her hands on her knees, heaving through struggling, burning lungs. She coughed a few times, cautiously glancing at Tate across the road. His eyes were almost burning red with anger and his lips were pulled back in a snarl, a sinister and menacing snarl that sent shivers down Y/N’s spine. But for now, she was safe. Until Halloween at least.

Halloween rolled around and paranoia had settled inside Y/N. she was constantly looking around, trying to spot Tate’s cold, brown eyes through the crowd. She jumped every time someone stood behind her. She was terrified and frankly, losing her mind. The paranoia was eating her alive. The bags under her eyes were as prominent as ever. She was afraid.

Y/N knew she had to walk past the house on the way home, she just prayed Tate wasn’t lurking around, waiting to pounce. Her pace increased drastically as the house came into view. She could feel eyes on her back, her pace once again picked up. The hair on the back of her neck spiked as she let out ragged breathes, anxiety bubbling up inside her.

She turned round the corner, glancing left and right. She almost jumped out of her skin. His eyes seemed to shine through the darkness, taunting. He was always tainting her. Eyes that were once were filled with only love and adoration for her were now filled with rage and a murderous glaze. Y/N’s skin prickled with goosebumps. He advanced towards her before she had time to react, she was frozen in her place.

“My darling, Y/N, why’d you run away? Leave the house when you knew I could not follow, oh how naughty of you.” Tate smirked, running a chilled finger down her tinted cheeks.

she flinched away from his touch, causing him to seize her chin in a painful grip. Her eyes glossed with tears, a few escaping revealing just how scared she was. Scared of the man she once adored with all her being.

“Don’t have anything to say? Hmm, that’s not what happened last night. I recall you calling me a psychopath, insane I believe. Is that what you remember, darling?”

Y/N nodded, fear consuming her.

“We’d better get you back to the house and if you dare fight, I will not hesitate to drag you in myself.”

“Tate, fight it. For me. For us. Fight the monster inside. Don’t do this, my love. Don’t condemn me to a miserable life, bound to that house!” She whispered, tears now streaming freely down her cheeks.

He didn’t even react to her words as if he had heard them a million times before and they held no significance anymore. He would show no mercy.

Y/N had never seen him so malicious and heartless towards her. Sure, she had seen him glare and spit snide comments to his mother and occasionally Hayden, but never her. He had only ever shown her kindness and love. The change in personality chilled her to the bone. What had happened to the boy she fell for? Or was this him all along?

He shoved her forward and she staggered slightly. He grabbed her arm, stabilising her before dragging her towards the dreaded murder house. Her insides flipped as it came into view. This was were it ended. She knew that. He knew that.

She staggered through the front door, collapsing to her knees almost instantly. Sobs erupted through her, her shoulders shaking as she cried. She knew he enjoyed watching his prey beg, plead for their lives, but she couldn’t help herself. She had given him the satisfaction of seeing her beg.

Tate’s smirk only grew. He weaved his fingers into her hand, gripping the tendrils tightly and yanking her head back, revealing her neck. He smiled sinisterly at the exposed skin, picking up the knife from the table and dragging the tip along the apple of her cheek. The tip cut along her skin causing Tate to sigh in satisfaction, blood trickling down her cheek and down her neck. Tate circled around to be in front of her, he knelt down, smiling. And then he delivered the fatal swipe, a long cut along her neck.

She gurgled, blood spilling from the wound. Blood spilled from her lips. She spluttered, choking slightly. Her hands flew up to her neck, her eyes wide. And with that, the world went dark and her limbs grew heavy. She hit the floor with a thud. Blood spilled from her mouth and the wound on her neck, dribbling onto the carpet. Leaving a taunting stain, leaving a stain that would forever leave visitors curious.

Y/N vision cleared and she sat up, the floor now clean apart from the dry, reddish brown stain on the carpet. Her hands flew to her neck, she let out a stifled sob when her fingertips brushed against the wound. Her eyes squeezed shut, her breathing irregular.

“I’m dead.” She wheezed, shaking.

“I’m sorry, baby, I really am. I couldn’t fight the urge. I couldn’t risk you leaving me. Please forgive me.” Tate rasped from behind her.

She scrambled to her feet, spinning around to face him with wide eyes and a hand outstretched to ward him off.

“Go away, Tate.” She cried, he let out a whine of protest which evolved into a scream.

“No, Y/N. I’m sorry. Don’t do this! Y/N!” He screamed, tears streaming down his face.

“Go away!” She screamed just as loud and she was gone, back in her room. She collapsed onto the bed, crying and kicking.

Tate whimpered. The silence that spread through the house taunted him. Oh what had he done?

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Afternoon Snow

Rowaelin, because why not? Enjoy

Winter was Rowan’s favourite, and Rowan didn’t use that word often. Rowan liked things but the word ‘favourite’ seemed such a childish word to attach to his descriptions. But winter, winter was his favourite, and here in Terassen the winters were brutal as they were beautiful.

He trudged through the snow in the courtyard pulling his cloak tighter around him. It was freezing out here as the last of the snowflakes flurried about in the wind. Because of the temperature, many of the inhabitants of the castle had chosen to stay indoors. But not Rowan. He breathed in the cold crisp air deep into his lungs. It stung a little but he relished in it and his magic flared in response. For the hell of it sent a gust of wind along a nearby hedge and watched as it carried the snow off into the air. It was beautiful.

The sound of crunching snow pulled Rowan from his thoughts. Rowan turned and smiled as Fleetfoot came bounding towards him, spraying snow with her massive paws. She stopped just in front of him and put her head between her front paws, nose in the snow. Rowan crouched down to ruffle her ears but stopped when he felt something cold explode on the back of his head. 

Rowan stood and turned in the direction that the snowball had come. He couldn’t see anyone but he heard some suppressed giggling. Rowan couldn’t help the smile that twisted his lips upward. Using his Fae abilities he walked as lightly as he could towards a nearby tree. The giggling continued and he used the sound to cover the rustling he made as he pulled himself up onto the low branch. Peering around the trunk he spied two heads looking around the courtyard for him. One golden and one dark. 

The dark haired one skittered out from the hiding spot, looking around desperately. Fleetfoot bounded over and almost knocked the small girl over in her excitement. But ever the good dog that she was, Elide’s daughter was left unscathed as Fleetfoot reigned herself in at the precise moment that she needed to. Marion had inherited her mother’s stature and was such a tiny thing. It was hard to tell who she got her dark hair and eyes from with Elide and Lorcan being so similar in that regard and it always made Rowan smile when he caught them arguing about it. 

“Uncle Rowan is gone!” Marion almost squealed in a desperate voice.

Marion’s companion came out from hiding then too and Rowan smiled as his mate came into view. She too looked around the courtyard for him.

“He’s probably cheated and shifted and flew away like a coward,” Aelin said as she patted Fleetfoot’s head. 

Oh she was going to pay for that. Rowan waited until they passed the tree before he silently dropped to the ground. Then he scooped up a handful of snow to make his ammunition. Then in a flawless, fluid motion he spun out from behind the tree and threw the snowball.

Only for it to be dissolved as it hit a shield of flame.

Aelin wore one of her mischievously wicked smiles and in return Rowan gave her a canine bearing grin.

“Seems Uncle Rowan isn’t a coward after all,” Aelin said as she crouched into a fighting stance. Marion squealed in delight and bent down to gather handfuls of snow.

The snowball fight that ensued was one for the ages. Aelin’s and Rowan’s precision with aiming and deflecting would have left them in a stalemate. But even though Marion was young her aim was uncommonly accurate and Fleetfoot was running interference distracting both sides, her loyalty never entirely decided. It was when Fleetfoot had jumped at Aelin and she had let fly a curse that then caused Marion to scold her, that Rowan took his chance. He ran at his wife and tackled her to the ground. Aelin let out a surprised laugh as Rowan pinned her arms and legs.

“Quick Marion! We’ve been defeated! Save yourself!” Aelin called from where she was trapped under Rowan. Marion heeded the warning and ran squealing and giggling into the palace, Fleetfoot at her heels.

Rowan looked down at Aelin as she struggled against him, huffing and breathing hard.

“Yeild,” Rowan demanded.

Fire practically burned in Aelin’s eyes as she glared up at him. She struggled again but it was in vain. Rowan was still stronger and bigger that she was, he could hold her for a good long while just using his brute strength. Defeated Aelin blew and strand of loose hair from her face and Rowan watched as the snow held to the hair fluttered about. Then he looked back to Aelin’s face.

She looked beautiful. Her cheeks were pink from the cold and exertion and her ever bright eyes glistened from playfulness. Aelin smiled at him and Rowan smiled back, loosening his grip on her wrists. He had been mistaken to have taken that smile as her surrender, because his acquiescence allowed Aelin to gain the upper hand.

Rowan was now on his back in the snow, Aelin sitting a top of him. Rowan knew that Aelin understood she did not have long before Rowan overpowered her again. So she grabbed a handful of snow from behind Rowan’s head and left it run through her fingers onto his face. 

“It only takes a smile to undo you, Buzzard,” Aelin teased as Rowan sputtered and brushed the snow from his face. 

Rowan sat up on his elbows, Aelin still a top him. “And what does is take to undo you, Fireheart?”

“Much more than a smile,” Aelin said as she lent forward but stopped just before touching his lips.

A growl escaped Rowan’s throat and Aelin lent in further. For a moment they sat there, caught in a battle of wills as to who would give in to the kiss. The moment was broken as Aelin jumped up with a yelp as a ball of snow slammed into the top of her head. Rowan laughed as Aelin cursed him and shook her hair out like a dog. When she had finished Aelin glared daggers at Rowan, which only made Rowan laugh harder as he stood and brushed himself off. Then as sweetly as he could he took her hand and kissed it.



Another thing I appreciate about Persona 4–Saki Konishi wasn’t “nice”.

It should be obvious why I’m airquoting that. Saki’s treatment of Yosuke doesn’t define her as a person, but the player is inevitably left with a rather negative impression at first. And that’s just it–the game doesn’t continue to reinforce her as either an evil bitch or a virginal angel. There’s Yosuke getting over his feelings for her and what he imagined her to be, but that’s very clearly Yosuke’s issue and not her responsibility (or rather, the responsibility of her story) to deal with.

You see the harsher side of Saki, but through her brother and through the glimpses of her life you get you also see a person who’s missed very dearly. Yosuke’s crush–and her true feelings about him–don’t solely define her character.

A Love Across Time Masterlist

Reader has cosmic powers and can bend space and time. One day Bucky asks her for a favor that pushes her limits and ends up sending her back to 1943 where she meets pre Winter Soldier Bucky and pre serum Steve. As she gets to know them all over again she has to decide if she is willing to trap herself in the past to save Bucky from his painful future. 

Part 1 

Part 2 

Part 3 

Part 4 

Part 5 

Part 6 

Part 7 

Part 8 

Part 9 

Part 10  

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Part 12 

Part 13 

Part 14

You know I really liked the Golden Circle. It was fun and fueled my thirst for more Galahad Sr. action

BUT major things upset me quite a bit (DON’T READ IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED)


Okay, I’m gonna sound like a butthurt shipper but the Eggsy/Tilde ship is just so empty and seems to only serve to cause Eggsy some major macho-man-pain. Because in the end Tilde remained that princess to be saved trope. She was still trapped in the end.

And okay you can still chalk that up as me being a butthurt Hartwin shipper who has no respect for female characters. But consider this: How come Merlin got an emotional and absolutely climax-loaded end, but Roxy was offed off-screen???? She didn’t even deserve a meaningful death scene or any action sequences, apparently.

In the end Roxy and Tilde were good for nothing else but being convenient plot devices WOW.

Man, Rox deserved better.

I was rewatching episode one and something about the opening space sequence that I hadn’t thought about before hit me:

When we’re introduced to Lance, Hunk and Pidge, they’re going through a flight simulation exercise. But not just any exercise… they’re doing a fake rescue mission for the crew on Kerberos.

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Note To Self #fuck I lost track maybe 4?

Mythics AU!
Lance is Mer, Pidge, Matt and Shiro are Avians, Keith is a Vampire, Hunk is a Centaur, the Galra are Poisonteeth type Naga, Allura is a shrine priestess with goddess blood aka a Deity, and Coran is a Wizard.
Pairings are Shklance with Hunk/Shay ;)
Everyone hates everyone, species wise, at least. The Galra are the main problem, instigating wars among different tribes and species.
Allura is trying to find warriors marked by the gods who can help stop the Galra and the hatred among species, because the goddess who shared her blood with Allura deemed it so.
Pidge and Lance have been friends for over eleven years, since she saved him from a Galran fishing trap meant to shred apart any Mer caught in it if they struggled. Lance has a crosshatch of scars across his back from it, though they’re faded and barely noticeable unless you’re looking. They’ve kept their friendship secret, because the Mer have a spear on sight policy for anything over the water, Avian or otherwise. Avians have a hatred for the Mer because of this. Lance, ever since befriending Pidge, has since been secretly sabotaging any attempts to spear down any Avians, and has pleaded several times for them all to stop encouraging the fighting. This attitude has made him the pod outcast, only his closely related family has taken his advice.
He and Pidge have their own little cove they hang out in, and Pidge often brings him human foods like whipped cream or fruit.
Mer have the ability to shift legs once dry enough, and can manipulate water, like water bending. Only the most powerful Mer can manipulate the fluids inside ones body. Lance is still developing that ability, the best he can do is pull water out of lungs or liquid poison from stomachs. This comes in handy when Pidge falls into the pool ;) he’s also bioluminescent, has night vision, and a siren scream, though he needs to stay hydrated all the time lest he lose his voice or die. In human form he doesn’t need as much water, but he still needs to drink more than a regular human.
Avians are able to hide their wings, though bringing them back out again is a little painful. Which is why no one bothers hiding them. They also have excellent eyesight, but terrible night vision unlike the Vampires or Mer. They make up for it with excellent hearing.
Centaurs are the gentle giants of the forest, which is why they’re dying out so quickly. The Galra pick them off one by one or by entire herds, since they never fight back and are rather skittish creatures. The Balmerans, aka forest nymphs, try their best to protect the remaining ones, but it’s getting harder and harder as the Galra poison the trees.
Vampires are tricky, and hard to find, so other than the fact that they’re weak in sunlight and live off of blood, not much is known about them.
Everyone has the ability to appear human, though there are certain tells to a Mythic, like a big human being extremely wobbly or clumsy indicates a Centaur, faint lines along the neck and ribs plus stick thin legs indicates a Mer, slight twin bumps along the back and bright eyes plus head twitches when curious indicates an Avian, etc.
Keith and Shiro are dating/courting, Keith and Hunk are pals, Shiro and Pidge are flockmates, Pidge and Lance are friends, which is the current start point. Only Pidge knows Lance and where he’s staying, Shiro and Keith are publicly out to Shiro’s flock, Shiro has met Hunk, and Allura finds all of them.
Allura and Coran find Hunk first, and he leads them to Keith and Shiro, and Allura notes that there is one more Paladin in this place, so after confirming it isn’t Matt, they look for Pidge, which is where Shiro and Keith find Lance. Pidge has to explain herself, and Allura confirms that both Lance and Pidge are the last two Paladins needed. Lance shifts into his two legged form in order to meet the others, and hits it off with Hunk right away, which makes Keith a little jealous and he has no idea why.
Jesus on a stick this got way too long-
Yup, it’s gonna be a fic…….oh boy…..

Lexa betraying Clarke on the Mountain makes absolutely no sense and I am 100% not referring to her feelings for Clarke. I’m saying that from a tactical stand point, Lexa made the worst possible decision by simply leaving the Mountain. Lexa is an intelligent leader, talented soldier, and brilliant tactician. She would need to be for her to unite 12 warring clans under her banner. Those warrior cultures would not allow someone who didn’t know anything about war, tactics, or fighting to lead their armies. In canon, Lexa is shown to be a shrewd, intelligent leader who can inspire both fear and hope in her warriors and people.

So someone who is so smart and has the tentative trust of 12 societies in her hands would not make such a terrible tactical decision at the climax of the battle as there is only one of two results that can come from her making the deal.

One, which was probably the most likely scenario in Lexa’s mind, is the Mountain Men successfully capturing the necessary amount of Skaikru and harvesting their bone marrow, which obviously means killing them. This is giving the Grounder’s greatest enemy the one thing they didn’t have before the war, which was agency. The Mount Weather Fortress was both a blessing and a curse to Lexa’s people. Sure, the Grounders couldn’t get inside of it, but it was a prison for the Mountain Men. They could not leave it without their suits and oxygen tanks. This severely limited their mobility while Lexa and her army had the freedom to move around wherever necessary to fight.

Lexa now has the ability to make it inside the Mountain, thanks to the truce and technology of the Skaikru. She has eliminated the greatest obstacle in her path to defeat the Mountain Men and free her people from their reign of terror. But by accepting this deal, she is handing her greatest enemy, on a silver platter, the ability to permanently leave their prison without any fear of radiation poisoning. Lexa is not naive. She would know that the Mountain Men would need land to build their new civilization on and that they already think of her and her people as savages, as less than human, as expendable. She knows they would leave their fortress and then kill and/or forcibly move her people from their homes. This would mean more of her people would be killed, certainly more than the number of those who had been trapped in the mountain that she had saved. 

The second scenario would be that the Skaikru (which ends up happening) somehow defeat the Mountain Men. This is almost worse than the first scenario because Lexa has, through betrayal, created a new enemy for her people, one who would now have access to the safety of the fortress, its technology and weapons, and the Skaikru would not be restricted to Mount Weather since they do not get radiation poisoning. And she just gave them a perfect reason to hate and distrust her.

There could possibly be a third scenario, however quite unlikely, in which the Mountain Men and Skaikru simply destroy each other, but that would only eliminate a small portion of the Skaikru, allowing the majority of them to plot their revenge against Lexa and her people if they wished to.

So her making this decision to take the deal offered by the Mountain Men makes no sense. I understand that she is being weighed down heavily by the guilt from sacrificing all those people in Ton DC, but she tells Clarke that she is making this deal with her head and not her heart. In no way is her taking that deal logical or good for her people in the long run. I admit that it’s good drama and it sets up a juicy obstacle for her and Clarke to overcome in the next season, but it makes Lexa look unintelligent and that she doesn’t know what she’s doing.

Nightmare Interpretation Pt.2

Continuation of part 1.

If you are confused about the digicode part of the nightmare, read this!

Nightmare Maze (Fear of male characters in the game)

The Jefferson part is pretty self-explanatory so I’m not going to spend time elaborating on that.

Max fears being in the spotlight, hence she fears having Principal Wells drop the mic on her. She is also fearful that she will be dead as Principal Wells in the nightmare announces that she is dead.

For those of you who don’t know, this is Warren’s locker in the nightmare sequence. I would also like to point out that people are taking this part waaaay too seriously. This part represents Max’s fear of Warren seeing her as a sexualized object and Warren being a creep and keeping her stuff. I have seen people overreacting (esp. Pricefield shippers) by saying that Warren is a fucking creep. This is a sequence from Max’s subconscious mind and it does not represent reality, and I am saying this as a Pricefield shipper.

When we move on further, we see Principal Wells again. The fact that Principal Wells drinks heavily and is unaware of the existing pedophile ring in his school may be unsettling to Max.

Even though Max talks to Samuel, she feels as though he knows more than he’s letting on, I mean, even we found him a bit uncomfortable to be around at first especially since he kept Rachel’s modeling photos and someone’s scarf in the storeroom. The students of Blackwell find him to be weird as well.

Junkyard (fear of everyone related to Rachel or her death)

Although Max and Frank can be on good terms if the player chooses to do so, Max was undoubtedly shaken by their first meeting and she may unconsciously still be aware of him being potentially violent and life-threatening towards her and Chloe. Especially since he may have some anger issues as proven in Rachel’s letter to him.

It seems that the places where Max can seek refuge in the nightmare are the places where Chloe hung out before (thus the power of friendship). In their hangout spot, Chloe and Rachel created their own memories and their own world away from the hell they know as Arcadia Bay.

I feel that Max does feel guilty about Nathan’s death. She does believe that Nathan had a chance to redeem himself if he wasn’t shot dead by Jefferson. Somehow, Max feels responsible for his death.

When we reach the lighthouse in the nightmare it’s a safe haven where Max can sit down and feel protected. I think her collecting the bottles in the midst of being mentally tortured by the male characters means that she finds safety in finding the bottles (like in episode 2) and having fun with Chloe by shooting them and she finally places them beside the lighthouse and takes a picture of them.

Snow globe (fear of letting William die again)

Snow globes have some sense of meaning in this game. 

I think that the snow globes, especially the doe one represents William. In the original timeline, Chloe keeps her snow globe away and it’s possible for the player to accidentally break it. In the alternate timeline, Chloe displays her snow globes proudly under the TV in her room. The snow globes may represent William’s care towards Chloe.

Max feels guilty having to let William die as she watches from the snow globe. She watches herself burn the picture of her only chance of going back in time and she fears she has to ever do something like this again.

Dark Room (fear of Chloe’s rejection)

I think that deep down Max fears Chloe’s rejection, that she may have done all of this for nothing, for Max to end up in a Dark Room and also for letting Chloe die. In Max’s journal she writes that it hurt her when she saw Chloe flirting with all those people because Max loves Chloe.

The Fourth Wall (Max’s revelation)

Ok, here is where it gets interesting:

I feel that here Max is becoming more awake in contrary to all the previous segments where everything seems to be her subconscious fears. I feel the Max here has a sense of enlightment now.

Max is stuck in a bathroom, sounds familiar doesn’t it? Like when Chloe got shot in the bathroom. So here Max is simulating being in the bathroom again and she can’t get out unless she figures out the passcode. To me, the bathroom represents the storm and everything that happened to them after saving Chloe in the bathroom. So Max keeps looking for the right code, until she finds it in the mirror, just like when she washed her face in the first episode (the place where everything started). She finally figures out the answer: 0311 (Chloe’s birthday).

Max here realizes that Chloe is the answer to the storm, that by saving Chloe she has trapped herself inside this bathroom, a never-ending loop of saving Chloe over and over again just like when she first did in episode 1. I know you’re thinking: but if you save Chloe in the ending then that’s different isn’t it? No, what I’m trying to say is that Max finally figures out the cause of her using her powers and what’s causing the storm, that is Chloe.

Diner (Max’s fear of having to let the whole town die in order to save Chloe/Sacrifice Chloe or Arcadia Bay?)

When Max finally realizes this fact, she unlocks the door and steps into the diner. Mobs of people outside of the diner and everyone she knows looks at her in horror, “you wouldn’t really kill all of us for Chloe would you?”

The part where subconscious Max confronts enlightened Max is interesting to me. It reveals all of her deepest insecurities and confronts the player and Max about the real purpose of using her rewind powers. This Max also questions the reliability of Chloe’s friendship and whether or not it is genuine. She describes enlightened Max as a victim of Stockholm syndrome, letting Chloe bully her around. Enlightened Max knows this is not the truth as she is becoming more and more awake.

Due to Max’s increasing awareness of the falseness of the nightmare, Chloe subconsciously enters the diner and tells Bad Max or subconscious Max to fuck off. Max is now very aware that Chloe would never disrespect her.

Subconscious Max or Bad Max takes a selfie and I think this represents Max always running away from difficult situations by taking photos and jumping into them.

Memory Gallery (Max remembering all the moments that Chloe and her had together)

Max recollects all the memories she had with Chloe and the player gets to witness their week together again for the last time. This is where Max is very conscious and near waking up from the nightmare as her sense of reality is restored and she remembers the memories she had with Chloe very clearly.

The Lighthouse (Max’s realization)

Max realizes that her rewind powers were the cause of the storm. Her nightmare had unearthed all of her deepest insecurities and fears, including her biggest fear: that saving Chloe is what’s causing the storm. As a player, we also finally accept this truth and we are forced to choose between whether or not to save our hometown or the person we love.

Originally posted by kunaike

My thoughts:

I personally hated the whole nightmare sequence (especially the stealth part) but it did reveal more about Max’s inner thoughts. Perhaps the reason why episode 5 was so heart-wrenching to me was because of this nightmare sequence.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my interpretation of the nightmare sequence and thank you so much for taking the time out to read this :)

Trapped Love.

He consoled his heart, one last time
You can’t have her dude, she’s way sublime
Adore her all you want, as we’re off
Told you this life’s never enough

She tried to save her intimate relationship
He’d never return going on an undecided trip
She thought it’s the time to confess her love
But to save him, she thinks it’s not enough

His love for her trapped inside him
She’s lost him, his bright eyes are dim
Although the courage they both wrapped
Their love was and now forever will stay trapped.

- @oneamateurgirl1612

Code Red part 3

Hey guys- here’s part 3 of ‘Code Red’. Enjoy or something! ;)

 Thanks Fran @francescabuccino and Sandra @omeliashipper for helping to proofread this chapter! You girls are the best <3

The previous chapters can be found here:


 Amelia’s heart skipped a beat as she watched Owen’s body go limp once the excavator removed the last piece of rubble from his body.

‘Oh no…no….no…..please no…. universe, please don’t take away another man that I love. I cannot afford to lose another loved one.’ she pleaded silently.

‘ Someone go get one of our ambulances!’ she heard April order, as she rushed over to Owen’s side and felt for a pulse. He still had a pulse, but it was weak and thready. He was in shock and needed to be resuscitated immediately.

‘ Owen!’ she pleaded, tears rolling down her cheeks… ‘ Owen, please don’t leave me and our baby….please….stay awake for our sake…’

‘ Owen’ a primal groan of anguish escaped from her throat when Owen’s body remained limp.

‘ We have to transfer him to Seattle Presybetarian as soon as possible.’ April, stepping up to take charge of the situation, instructed the group of residents and interns gathered around her.

‘ Amelia- he’ll be fine ok?’ she gave her downcast looking colleague a big hug.

Amelia could only nod in reply, she really wished she could believe the statement.

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anonymous asked:

Mcree, Zenyatta and (efi if you're down) meeting a centaurian woman, she got stuck in a trap and they come to save her but she's very mistrustful of their intentions because they could be the one who set up the trap and hurt their leg. She tries to run but can't get far because of her injury and denies any help until they grow to trust the person, it takes a while but soon she becomes softer and caring towards them, let them ride on her back if need be and stomp on any bad guys.

(Sure, I’m down with writing Efi! She’s cool.)


Jesse heard the sounds of something scraping against the coarse sand. It was right behind that abandoned shed, right beyond the rim of trees that started the forest. He knew he was a bit off course, but if you knew McCree, you should expect it. His curiosity knew no bounds, and this was a great example of it.

He had his gun out, held to the side of his body, his arm relaxed. He approached the shed quietly, then turned the corner.

The gunslinger could barely believe his eyes. It was an actual live centaur, on the ground and squirming. As he looked further, from his awe he noticed that the creature’s back leg was stuck in a hunter’s bear trap. It was rusty and worn, probably forgotten into the forest for years.

Jesse lowered his gun and took a step closer, and that’s when the centaur noticed him. She whined in a startled manner and forcefully tried to crawl away from the cowboy, only to tear the wound on her leg further.

“Whoa, whoa! Hold on, pumpkin! You’ll hurt yourself more like that,” Jesse warned, to no effect. She was still scared, but could crawl no further without tearing her own leg apart. A noise of pain left her lips as McCree took another cautious step closer. “Now, I ain’t gonna hurt ya, so don’t you hurt me either.”

She stilled when Jesse was so close he could touch her. She covered her eyes with her palms and continued sobbing like she had before that man had appeared. The pain in her leg was nothing compared to the fear of death she was currently experiencing.

The cowboy glanced up at the centaur’s face, the sympathy nearly making his own leg ache. He quickly turned back to the bear trap and groaned in frustration, knowing it’d be a pain to try and get it off. He’d only seen these things in old movies, so he didn’t know how to operate it. It was not in mint condition, though, so maybe if he could get something between it…

He stood straight and looked around under the shadow of his hat. There were a bunch of trees around; A sturdy branch would do. He quickly pulled out Peacekeeper, startling the centaur and making her stare, her eyes still filled with tears. With a few practised presses of the trigger a fresh branch from one of the trees fell down. The gun was loud, and the centauress had covered her ears.

Jesse sheathed his gun and went to pick up the branch, lifting it up and accidentally hitting himself in the face with some of the leaves. He groaned, annoyed, and went to slip the branch between the trap, right next to the centaur’s wounded leg.

“Okay, when ya feel the trap loosin’ up, pull out yer leg, alright?” he said to her, and after a moment, she gave a hesitant nod. He nodded back to let her know he would try it now, then started pushing up the end of the branch on his side while his foot kept the trap down. The trap was hard to open, like he’d expected, and he had to use a lot of strenght. A slight groan left his lips, but soon enough the trap seemed to give in.

The centaur pulled her leg away as soon as it came loose. Still afraid, she got to her feet and tried to run away, only to trip on her feet and fall down again. Jesse let go of the branch and let the trap catch it. Its teeth got buried deep, and it caused both of them to stare for half a second.

“You know, I don’t think yer gonna be able to run away in yer condition. Besides, I’m not tryin’ to hurt ya, you should know that by now,” McCree said as he approached the creature again. She sighed, staring at the ground, seemingly weighing her options. “How about ya tell me yer name, for starters – mine’s Jesse McCree.”

Eventually, the centauress gave in and spoke.

“It’s [Name]… And… Thank you for helping me,” she said cautiously. Jesse managed a smile at the response, then brought his hand to the comlink in his ear.

“Base, you there? I got a little sidetracked…”

It took a bit of convincing for some of the members of the reformed Overwatch, but eventually he got the backup he’d requested. They got a ride to his location, and even though [Name] seemed reluctant to cooperate, they managed to get her into the plane. Mercy was waiting for her in the plane, but she found she could not even get close to the centaur without sedating her, and it was not good to do such a thing while in the air. She’d have to wait until they got back to base, even if she was worried the wound would get infected.

It was many hours later that Mercy had finally managed to patch her up. [Name] was still asleep from the drugs she’d been given, but there was really nothing else to do. She was far too agressive toward strangers, and even having Jesse in the room had not helped.

The cowboy was leaned against the wall outside the small medbay (it was all they had at the moment), waiting for good news. Angela stepped out of the room, and as soon as he laid eyes on Jesse, she looked stunned.

Jesse McCree, were you just about to light a cigarette indoors?!” she nagged right away, and McCree was quick to put away the cigarillo and lighter, startled by the reaction.

“Er, not more than one?” he defended weakly, and Angela shook her head in disapproval.

“Those things are bad for your health, anyway,” she continued in the same tone, though a bit calmer. Jesse grinned.

“That’s what ya keep tellin’ me,” he responded and shrugged, then decided it was best to change the topic. “How’s [Name]?”

“Lucky for us, there is no sign of infection. If we use some more of our resources on her, she should be able to walk in two days. But, as you know, we don’t have a lot to spare at the moment…” she explained softly and leaned against the wall herself. “So it looks like we’ll have to wait for her to get better naturally. One of the bones in her leg was broken, so it will take a while.”

“Well, shoot. ‘Guess we got no choice,” Jesse agreed. “I s'pose we’ll have to make friends with her, too.” Mercy nodded.

“That would be for the best, but she is an agressive case. Well, she’s scared. That’s to be expected,” she said, then stopped leaning on the wall. “I’m going to get a cup of coffee. You?”

“I could go for one, too,” Jesse agreed, and the pair left the hallway while conversing casually.

It took a long time, but after seeing McCree and the rest of the members of Overwatch on a daily basis, [Name] started to warm up to them. She would start talking to others more freely, and the jokes and smiles followed soon after. At that point it no longer came as a surprise when she asked to stay.

It was her first mission, and some Talon agents had showed up on the scene. They were outnumbered and separated, Jesse and Tracer hiding behind a knocked over car and [Name] lost somewhere in the area. It seemed her comlink was broken, since nobody could contact her. That was not their only problem – Jesse had been shot to the thigh by Widowmaker, and he could barely move.

“You should go back to fightin’, Lena. We’ll both get shot if ya stay here,” Jesse said for the tenth time or so, and Tracer’s response remained the same.

“I’m not leaving you, silly. We’ll figure something out,” she said, though her tone clearly indicated she was starting to get desperate. She stood up straight to take a peek behind the car, only to see some Talon agents approaching them. She dove back down, worried.

“Damn it,” she whispered, and Jesse instantly knew what was up. “Okay, umm… You stay here. I’ll go distract them.”

“Yer chronal accelerator’s out of charge. ’S too dangerous,” Jesse pointed out in a sharp whisper.

“You can still shoot even if you can’t walk. Watch my back,” Tracer simply responded with a smile on her lips. Jesse wondered how it didn’t falter even a bit. Before he could respond, Lena had already hopped over the car and was running into the field.

That was before she came to a full stop right behind the car. The noise was great when a full-sized centaur jumped on top of the five or so agents and stomped over them, kicking one into the nearest wall and grabbing one of their guns in the same go. All the Brit could do was stare until [Name] approached her with worry in her eyes.

“Jesse?” she asked, and that’s when Lena came to her senses.

“Behind that car- how, where did you…?” she stuttered, but soon shook her head and smiled widely. “I’m so glad you found us.” Jesse had crawled out into view, quiet curse words leaving his lips.

“You saved us, that’s for sure,” the cowboy agreed with a sigh. “Thank you, [Name.]”

“Don’t thank me yet, we still have to get back…” she said, then noticed the wound on Jesse’s thigh. “Oh… I have an idea.” She went over and kneeled down, eyes on Jesse while all the man showed was a confused expression. “Climb on.”

The gunslinger stared for a good while before obliging. He crawled onto [Name]’s back, grunting all the way, even when Lena came to help. [Name] stood up and Jesse wavered, unsure where to grab for support until [Name] guided his hands around her human torso.

“Can’t say I’ve ever rode a centaur before,” Jesse started, and she only gave a brief glare at him.

“Don’t make it weird, McCree,” she said, and Lena couldn’t help a giggle. “Tracer, can you get back to the plane on your own?”

“Yeah. I’m almost charged up,” she told and banged at the machine on her chest once. “See you there, loves.”

With a nod, the centaur galloped away with a cowboy on her back. Since they would have to run for a while, Jesse took it as a chance to converse alone.

“You know, this reminds me of the time we met,” he told, and [Name] smiled to herself.

“It does. Though the roles have changed,” she responded, earning a chuckle out of Jesse.

“Looks like we’re even then,” he commented playfully.

“Yes, Jesse. We’re even now.”


It had been a long time since Zenyatta had visited the monastery in Nepal. His brothers and sisters had different reactions to him, but within a few days he had settled in. He would not stay for long, though, he never did. At least, he did not expect to.

It was surprising to hear two monks converse about a centaur found on the edge of the omnic village. How or why such a creature had gotten so high up on the mountains, they did not know, but some of the omnics had gone to help it out of a hunter’s trap. Naturally, Zenyatta had gone to ask where exactly this was happening.

It did not take long for him to reach the place they’d pointed him to, and there really was a centaur trapped a few meters in the air, a rope tightly around its back leg. Three other omnics were surrounding it, trying to take a hold of the trap only to be chased away by the centauress’ angered movements.

“Stay away from me!” she shouted, her eyes glossy from the intense fear. Finally one of the omnics managed to get close enough to the rope to quickly cut it with a sharp knife, and the centaur came tumbling down onto the snowy ground.

She instantly got up and tried to run away, but tripped and stumbled, soon enough falling back down. It seemed she had hurt herself in the fall. The omnics approached her again, but she took a more threatening position.

“I told you to stay away!”

At this point, they mostly seemed frustrated. That was before Zenyatta hovered closer, deciding to offer his help now that he could.

“We are not hunters, and do not wish you harm,” he said in his usual mechanical voice, earning everyone’s attention, including the centaur’s. “If you let me come closer, I can take a look at your leg.” The centaur looked doubtful, and she shook her head.

“No. You’re lying. Stay back,” she ordered, and Zenyatta obeyed. He glanced at the others, and they realized to also stay put. The centaur forcefully climbed onto her feet and tried to walk down the mountain, her right front leg in the air. She had fallen on top of it, and walking was difficult because of the pain and thick layers of snow…

Once again, she did not make it far before stumbling and falling down. Curses left her mouth, and a few tears rolled down her cheeks. She stayed like that for a good while, and it started to seem like she had no intention to get up again. That’s when Zenyatta hovered closer to her, and she barely looked toward him when he leaned down to study her leg.

It was broken, there was no doubt. Even a slight touch earned a hiss of pain from her. Zenyatta lifted his gaze to her face.

“If you let us take you to the village, I can tie your leg and ease the pain,” he promised softly. She did not respond at first, but the omnic was patient. Eventually she gave a slight nod, even if her eyes were elsewhere.

Zenyatta nodded toward the others, and they got close to her. She showed hesitance in letting them touch her, but in due time they managed to carry her up the hill.

It was a small room with a fireplace that her and Zenyatta were now in. She was cold and hungry, but at least her leg was tied now. The omnic moved one of his orbs above the leg, and it seemed to transmit some sort of energy into it. She was surprised to find it actually didn’t ache as bad afterward.

“How did you do that?” she asked, not hiding her shock.

“There is energy all around us. Within us. All I did was manipulate it a little,” Zenyatta explained, though vaguely. “Your leg will heal quickly if you do not put any weight on it.” She decided to stay silently impressed, as she wasn’t sure what to ask to get specifics.

“Thank you… For saving me,” she said cautiously. “I don’t even know your name.”

“You may call me Zenyatta,” he replied in an eased tone and called his orb back to the ring around his neck. They rotated slowly, almost hypnotic.

“I’m called [Name],” she introduced herself in return. It made her feel a little better, knowing who was taking care of her. “I’m sorry I was hostile. Strangers make me nervous.”

“Do not worry, we have already forgiven you. We understand you were afraid at the time,” he replied, and [Name] smiled a little.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve met any kind people,” she explained, and Zenyatta only nodded in return. Her stomach made a sound due to her growing hunger, and she blushed.

“Ah, right. Omnics do not consume food, so I nearly forgot…” he said and rose up from the floor, still hovering. “I will go find you something to eat.”

“T-there’s no need!” she tried, but Zenyatta was quick to shoot her down.

“You must rest your leg, [Name]. I assure you, it is no trouble,” he told, and she argued him no further. With a nod of her head, she allowed the omnic to exit the building.

Zenyatta ended up staying for a week longer than first intended. Within that time, he talked a lot with [Name], even after her leg was healed. An unexpected friendship was formed, and when the time for him to leave came, she was among the others wishing him goodbye.

“I could come with you. Carry you on my back, help you fight bad guys and such,” she half joked, earning a mechanical chuckle out of the omnic.

“It is a kind offer, but you have been held from your family long enough,” Zenyatta replied, and she knew it was true. She had to go her own way, the path she had intended to follow from the beginning.

“I can’t wait to see them,” she admitted. “I hope to see you again, too. You’ve been so kind to me all this time.”

“Our paths may yet cross,” Zenyatta said. “But now I must go. There is a lot I have to do.” With a polite bow of her head, she had said her goodbyes. She stood there for some time, watching her omnic friend hover into the distance. It was not long after that she started heading away, too.

[Name] felt a little melancholic, as one always did when saying goodbye to a friend. Especially when you knew you might never see them again.


She was out scavenging the junkyard for parts that were no longer made. She was covered in dirt from searching for the right kind of materials, and it had definitely been a few hours already. No results. Efi sighed and sat down on a rusty car carcase. No luck today.

She headed out of the junkyard, sneaking through a hole in the metal fence. No guards were nearby, they never really were around this part. The forest it lead to was too dense for their comfort.

Efi only had to make it through a small part of the forest before she heard strange noises amongst the trees. It sounded like whines… Was someone in trouble? Being an overly helpful person, she had to go and check it out.

She stopped behind one of the trees and carefully peeked out to see what the noise was. Her eyes widened when she saw a centaur trapped inside a net in the air. It was an energy net, glowing blue. And it was beeping, calling out to the hunter that owned it. Efi stepped out from behind the tree, approaching her centaur, a lot less scared now.

The centauress, though, showed immediate fear and started struggling when she noticed Efi.

“Hold on, I’ll get you out of that,” Efi promised, not too threatened by the panicked movements of the centaur. And it seemed that soon enough it stilled, probably realizing the hunter most likely wouldn’t be a child.

Efi climbed up the tree and balanced on the thick branch the trap was attached to. She sat down on it, legs dangling from each side as she leaned down to mess with the smallish device that produced the net. She popped the lid open forcefully and studied the wire connections. It was pretty simple which one she would have to break to open the trap – opening it with a key wasn’t an option since she didn’t have it – and she pulled it out.

The trap dissipated and the centaur fell down. The branch wavered and Efi took a tight grip on it, worried she might fall. She did end up slipping off, but still held onto it with her hands. She let go and dropped to her feet, the fall only a couple meters and didn’t hurt her.

“Are you ok- hey!” she called after the centaur, who had stumbled up and then tried to run away. She tripped and fell back down, giving another whine. “Oh, you’re hurt…” Efi noticed. She took a moment to ponder what to do while the centauress stared at her. “Hello, my name is Efi.”

The centaur did not introduce herself, but the young inventor did not mind.

“My home is close by. You could rest in our garage for tonight if you’d like,” she offered and stepped a little closer. The centaur weighed her options, then glanced at her legs. They ached, since the net had electrocuted her upon capture.

“Just for tonight,” she then agreed, knowing she could not make it on her own at the moment, and the hunter might be back soon. A wide smile spread onto Efi’s lips.

“It’s this way,” she said and pointed to a direction, then took a few steps into it, waiting for the centauress to follow. She stumbled up, and walked slowly and unsurely. Efi kept her pace matched up to the centaur’s, not wishing for her to strain herself.

“My name is [Name]… Thank you for freeing me,” the centaur eventually said, and Efi kept smiling.

“That’s a pretty name,” she said in response. The rest of the trip was mostly spent in silence.

After twenty minutes of walking Efi’s house showed up on the edge of the forest. She went to open the garage door for her guest, and [Name] was hesitant, but eventually entered after the young girl. She closed the garage door and put on the lights, then lead her into the storage room next to where their car was parked. [Name] just barely fit through the door.

The room was filled with machines and working stations, tools and different blueprints [Name] couldn’t make the heads or tails of. She picked one up, looked at it for a moment and raised her gaze only to see a robot on the other side of the room that looked similar. It was not done, but it reminded her of her kind.

“She is what I’m working on right now,” Efi proudly presented. “I’m making her out of an old OR15 unit. But she’s not done yet.” [Name] put down the blueprint and went to inspect the robot a little closer, staring into its lightless eyes. “She actually looks a bit like you,” Efi chuckled.

“You’ve built all these things?” the centaur asked in surprise. “But you are just a child.”

“Mm, I am still young. Everyone keeps saying I’ll accomplish great things when I get older, but I don’t know… I hope she can help a lot of people once she’s done,” she told and sat down on one of the chairs. “I hope you don’t mind sleeping here, with her.”

[Name] shook her head.

“She’ll keep me company,” she said softly and found herself a place on the floor, then lied down. She really needed the rest, and sleep was already calling to her.

“I’ll be upstairs if you need me. But try to not wake up my parents if you can,” Efi said and got up, then headed for the door that lead inside. “Sleep well!”

[Name] did. Many hours of the night went by easily, and she dreamt of peaceful things. It was way past midnight when something woke her up, though. She looked around the dark room, alerted by that something. She listened for it, then heard it again. Someone was talking outside. Then the garage door opened.

She got to her feet, noting that they did not ache as much anymore. Footsteps neared the room she was in, and she braced herself for what was to come.

A loud noise in the middle of the night woke up Efi and her parents. She was the first one to rush downstairs, knowing the source of that noise. She was instantly worried about [Name].

“[Name]!” she exclaimed as she opened the door, afraid of what she’d see. But, against her expectations, she saw two guys beat up on the ground, and the centauress standing above them.

“These men were trying to steal something of yours,” she told, and Efi knew what it was right away.

“It’s the OR15 parts. They were auctioned some time ago, and many people wanted them,” she told back. That was when her parents reached downstairs, and they were shocked to see what was going on.

“Efi, stay back,” her father said as he stepped in front of his family, to protect them.

“Wait, dad, [Name] is a friend! She just saved us from being robbed,” Efi immediately defended, and her father turned around to face her.

“What?” he asked, stunned. Efi nodded in confirmation, and her father turned back to the unfolding scene. “That is… Unexpected.” Efi made her way past him and went up to [Name].

“I’ll go call the police,” her mother stated before exiting the scene. Efi took one of [Name]’s hands inside her own two and smiled widely. The centaur looked surprised.

“Thank you! I really need those parts. It was nice of you to defend them,” she told happily. [Name] blushed just a little at the heartfelt thanks.

“It was nothing,” she then said, flustered. She sighed and kneeled down, putting a hand on Efi’s shoulder. “Thank you for saving me.” Efi smiled and nodded, then went to hug [Name]. Even she cracked a small smile and hesitantly hugged back.

Efi’s father could only watch, confused, and shake his head at what was happening.

–Mod Evie