Love ur military AU! You mentioned something called ICoS? What is that? Only asking in case it's a cool fanfic or something that I'm missing out on lol. This au is gold though I love it sm <3 xx
Yes and no to the questions lol!
The militaryAU is sort of based off ICoS (not a YOI fic)- anyways, I just had massive feels, and still have massive feels/complete with soul burning etcetc as I’m getting through ICoS book3. And so I don’t start ranting & make an essay, I had limited drawing time and couldn’t fit both YOI + ICoS drawings into it and resulted into this military AU to somewhat appease my feels for both series lololol!
ICoS (In the Company of Shadows) is a super long orig fic by Sonny & Ais about 2 agents working for a secret agency post WW3 - but please read at your own discretion ^^;; its pretty dark with lots of drama and has situations that might not be everyone’s cup of tea
I have never been so torn for another human being before. My whole body hurts after you hugged it; you started a fire in me that cannot die. Even though I cannot be with you I am forever grateful to be able to experience this enormous burn for another soul and I still … I still feel I could do anything you wanted from me. Anything at all. But you don’t want shit from me. And I love you. I love you.
I. You exist. Keep existing. Your lungs breathe, your heart beats. You are the same as the girl living seven miles away, the little boy across the street, the elder you saw walking down the street who knows how long ago. You’re all human. You are human. You are human.
II. Fires seem to burn in your soul.
III. Endure. Atlas did, still does. He carries heavens and land upon his shoulders. You carry skin and bones and blood upon your legs.
IV. Gods drink from the poisons of the bitterest souls.
V. Kings and queens may fall but you will never crumble.
Death took and never gave. It took souls that were not yet ready, their outlines still burning bright and crisp against the black shadows of the end. Raphael begged Death to stop, but the souls were not his to keep.
the game is now over – you’ve died, you’ve learned your lessons, spent your time in the bubbles as a ghost, made amends with your friends, and alternia no longer exists. a new planet has been created in the wake of your friend’s victory. a new world, vibrant and, dare you say it; peaceful.
violet blood may still course through your mighty veins and wrath may still burn at your soul with the primal white fury that you’ve put on display for others to fear in the past, but genetics aside, none of that seems to matters now
you’d like to change for the best
your name is ERIDAN AMPORA and you were once a Prince of Hope
In the beginning they said I was sick,
But I got worse, and I got worse quick,
Then they said that I would die,
But nobody could tell me why.
I coughed up blood; a sticky black,
And swallowed pills by the pack,
Wires hooked up in my veins,
Dreading all my aches and pains,
Sitting crying through the night,
They said that I would lose the fight.
And then, miraculously, I was well,
I’d dodged the Reaper’s tolling bell,
But still I had a road to go,
Pain; depression; feeling low,
But none of them could ever tell,
That I was still inside my Hell.
The sickness spread into my soul,
Hot as any burning coal,
And deep within I was still dead,
From the sickness in my head,
But everybody laughed and smiled,
Said that I had had it mild,
Claimed I was a sight to see,
That I was lucky as could be.
But, then the sickness claimed my heart,
And a change began to start,
Suddenly the world turned black,
With the sickness that came back,
My heart was slowing down its beat,
In my head this horrid heat,
All I wanted was to bite,
‘twas the only thing that felt quite right,
Ripping, tearing, chewing flesh,
They taste better when they’re fresh!
Now they all curse and shout,
“The apocalypse without a doubt!”
Patient Zero I’ve been named,
For the zombies I am blamed,
But I simply cannot help myself,
I did not choose to lose my health,
This all began when I got sick,
And then got worse, and got worse quick.
what if I was nothing more
than dust on the wind
floating between branches
like a dream
if I ceased to be
or never was
birds would still be as close
as we will ever get to angels
beautiful souls would still get burned
less beautiful ones would as well
the world would still be catching fire
faster than it grows
breaths would be taken
breaths would be held
the balance would remain
I do not tip the scales
neither do you
She wasn’t beautiful, the way other people are. Still, she had the kind of soul that burned brighter than fireworks blooming over cold winter skies. A kindness that hums constantly, sort of like the noise a radio makes when everyone’s laughing too loud to listen to the music.
If every life is a river, then it’s little wonder that we do not even notice the changes that occur until we are far out in the darkest sea. One day you look around and nothing is familiar, not even your own face.
My name once meant daughter, grandaughter, friend, sister, beloved. Now those words mean only what their letters spell out; Star in the night sky. Truth in the darkness.
I have crossed over to a place where I never thought I’d be. I am someone I would have never imagined. A secret. A dream. I am this, body and soul. Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.