#pj writes

Instead of buying into the revenge mission and using Discord's resources to track down Booker, Quynh escapes from Discord, and is thrown into the modern world full of cars and electricity and different social rules and evolved languages, and she has one singular driving thought:

Location: The USS  Iron Bull, Off The Coast Imandy (Basically Normandy)

Time:  1:00 PM

Year: June 7th 19XX.

OST: What Do We Do Now...

It was the day that every soldier got excited for the day they’ll see combat before. On this day every soldier that was young only will remember the visions of blood.. and hell. Even for one person.. Henri Richardson. Earlier, before the soldiers got into their amphibious vehicles. When boarding Henri and his friends saw the destruction first-hand. Some were in awe, others in horror, and most of them who were younger possibly from high school who had visions of glory and honor dissolved like salt in water.

Finally as the boat began near the drop off point enemy artillery struck some of the friendly vehicles that were traveling next to him as some of them started to whimper in fear. Others getting themselves ready. Henri knelt upon and started to pray.

“Father, I know I have not prayed to you before... but please.. keep myself and the brothers that stand here with me today alive. Also give my prayer to my wife and my childhood friend Rhode Woolfrein please keep her safe no matter what. In the name of the Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit. Amen.” the young mouse said standing up as the minute they reached the ground and drop doors opening..

The landing party Henri was with was met with fire and fury...

“Dear fucking God!!!” One of Henri’s friends said as he ran out alongside the mouse and his unit. 

“Go! Go! Go!!!” The Richardson shouted running across the beach looking around and dodging incoming enemy artillery shells,bullets,  and grenades. The enemy was relentless and brutal. For Henri he NEEDED to survive.

Reaching the enemy sandbags Henri and 4 of his friends made it as they all took a breather and took a moment to allow their brains to process what they just witnessed. Finally Henri looked and saw another friend of his Johnson Wolfenstein.. running and possibly fell behind. 

Finally what all of Henri’s friends witnessed together... would leave them horrified for the rest of their lives..

BOOOOOM

An artillery shell struck the Wolf from behind causing 3 of Henri’s friends to scream out his name as the mouse himself rushed to his allies aid dragging him only to Henri’s horror to Johnsons’ legs... were... oh dear god.. gone. 

“A-A-Am I.... Ok.... Please tell me I’m Ok.. Henri... Henri... Henri!!!” The wold said as it devolved to a womans voice

Location: Coast of the Buena Tierra Sea, S.S Oceanspeeder.

Time: 12:00 PM

Year: 193X (Present Time)

OST: A Mouse and a Pin In Love

Finally, Henri Richardson who was now much older than his 19 year old counterpart in the war snapped out of his daze of staring at the photo of his friends when they were together in the war as he looked to his left seeing his fiance... Rhode Woolfrein. His Love and Joy, his childhood friend, and now his wife. She was dressed up in elegant-yet casual clothing for this event  

“Oh Rhode, I apologize.. I was in a daze again. Its just feels like years since I was on a boat like this.. this time without all the-” He spoke feeling a gentle caress of Rhode’s hand on his back. 

“Henri, I’m here now. Your a war hero.. and you’ve done many great things to defend Inkwell. You have such pure memories you hold onto. Don’t forget about them Henri...” Rhode said with a gentle smile on her face leaning in to kiss her soon-to-be husband as he returned the kiss

“You have so much that you have, You have me, your son Benjamin and Squeak, Pinelope, and a long family lineage... I’m proud of you for accepting this vacation for once Henri.” she said with a soft smile.

“Aye.. I’m 51 years old and well I ain’t gettin any younger any more.” Henri said hugging Rhode and kissing her with a soft smile on his face as placed the photo of him and his lads in his jacket pocket. 

HERE IT IS Part 2 of the Serenade to The Death event for @toonstudios12 this time we take a glimpse back into Henri’s war days when he was just 19 years old and to be honest.. it wasn’t fun for him...and as we jump back to the past Henri was reminiscing on it until @bobapplesims Rhode was able to snap him out of it.  

Now then.. onto day 2!  Arriving at Buena Tierra.. with another Lyric Comic (DEAR GOD HELP ME) 

The event is hosted by @toonstudios12

Rhode belongs to @bobapplesims

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy look who it is  l o l

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9330254/chapters/24475914

Jiyu sat there an 86-year-old woman on her deathbed looking outside the window, watching the day go by and listening to the giggles of children. Jiyu gave off a soft smile as it reminded her of the times she had with her wife Sabburah until her passing. However, these memories somewhat made Jiyu frown and made her feel sad; “Why wasn’t it me?” she thought. “I should’ve been first Sabby….” Jiyu whispered to herself. Upon saying that a nurse walked in with a smile on her face, “Miss Jiyu, you have a visitor” she said allowing Jiyu’s close friend and possibly a brother-figure James walk in with flowers in his hands. “Hey Ji-Ji…..” James said in a shaky voice. Jiyu’s frowning turned into a face of shock to notice James being in this state again she’s only seen this when they were headed back home and James told her about his past. The homunculi took a seat and placed the flowers at Jiyu’s bedside and looked at her, “So James… I guess you were right… you are immortal.” Jiyu said in a chuckling type way as James smiled “Yeah, guess I proved you wrong in that category…” James said trying to fight the tears.

 Jiyu noticed James’ tears coming out of his eyes telling her that he has seen this before, he’s seen this multiple times and had to go through it like a scratched record. “James.” Jiyu said touching James’ hand. “I know how you feel right now. You’ve seen this multiple time’s haven’t you?” Jiyu said, as James frowned, “Yeah… I lost count after Ishvala…” James said as his head went down. Jiyu’s face became more concerned as she held on to his hand a bit tighter. “James look at me….” Jiyu said as James complied looking at Jiyu with eyes full of tears dripping onto the floor. “I know it will be hard… to let go… but… I want you to remember all the happier moments you had with me and everyone else” Jiyu said in a stern voice. Her heart monitor began to beep faster as Jiyu’s breathing sped up.

 “Jiyu! Not Now Please! DON’T GO!!!!” James said in tears watching Jiyu die. “James…. Please… I don’t want to be….. late…” Jiyu said as her heart beated faster and faster seeing Sabburah waiting for her in her eyes.

 Finally through those moments, Jiyu saw her life flash before her eyes, from her abusive childhood with her alcoholic father, to her street fighting days, being arrested by those aliens, her first meeting with James, escaping the ship and meeting back up with James a month later, being reunited with Sabburah, Moving to the Beach Planet, getting married to Sabburah,  and seeing Sabburah die.

 James loudly sobbed watching a good friend so close to him die and as Jiyu looked at James one last time smiling as she looked at the ceiling seeing her wife Sabburah still waiting for her and with the last of her strength she spoke….

  “I’m Coming Home, Sabburah, I’m Coming Home to you……” Jiyu spoke as the heart monitor flatlined and Jiyu’s heart beated no more.

 After Jiyu’s funeral, James walked back to his room and looked at the sky outside his window and said “The last thing, I was supposed to tell you was your name Jiyu is in Japanese. “Jiyu” means Freedom in Japanese Jiyu… your finally with her and finally free from fighting in this world” James said as tears went down his cheek. Grabbing a picture of James, Jiyu and Sabburah as the teardrop hit the photo of all of them smiling.

Jiyu and Sabburah Belongs to - @awkturtleartist , @just-a-writer-artist-person

@animate-mush gave me some prompts for tropey Dracula fic here

At long last, after many months of playing games with his solicitor, after coordinating with the Slovaks and chartering the Demeter, Count Dracula was on his way.

The cool dirt smelled familiar around him as he woke, but the creak of the boat and the splashing of water told him his journey was well underway.

With a self satisfied smirk, Count Dracula relaxed into the dirt. His plans were all coming together. Soon he would emerge from the dim box to feed and terrorise, and a new era of conquest would begin.

Then, a voice - clear and loud like speaking directly into his ear.

“Dark in here, isn't it?”

Dracula yelped and jolted. He smacked his head into the lid of the box, right on his fresh wound on his forehead.

“Who goes there?”

The voice chuckled. Again it spoke, as though lips were almost brushing his ear, but there was nothing there.

“Surely you recognise your good friend.”

Dracula turned into mist, seeping out of the box into the unlit hold of the Demeter. He cast his eyes about, and they glinted in the darkness, but could see nothing but his boxes of dirt.

“Reveal yourself!” he commanded, stretching out his hand imperiously.

To his horror, Dracula's outstretched hand turned, of its own accord, and waved back at him.

Dracula's face turned into a rictus.

“What have you done?”

“Me?” Jonathan's voice echoed through the Count's mind, reflecting off of centuries of memories and untold powers. “What have you done, Count? No, don't answer. I know, now. There is no fog of fear or propriety holding me anymore.” The power that held Dracula's hand in place crept along his arm, his shoulders, down the full length of his body until it wrapped around his legs. Not by his own will, Dracula took two steps forward.

“It's incredible, isn't it? The latent skills that are awakened at the edge of death,” Jonathan said. “And you took so, so much of me into yourself.”

“I have fed on humans for centuries!” Dracula hissed. “This has never-!”

“Who said I was human?” Jonathan asked in Dracula's ear.

He was held frozen by this unknown power, yet still he trembled.

“What do you want?” Dracula hissed.

“At present, our goals align, Count.” Jonathan was as charming as ever.

“Oh, they do?”

“We both wish to arrive in England safely.”

That was not Dracula's only plan for this ship and its inhabitants. Soon, he would pick them off, one by-

“But I won't abide by you harming the crew,” Jonathan said lazily.

Power enough to control his body, and to read his unspoken thoughts as well?

“And neither of us wish to spend a few centuries on the bottom of the ocean with only each other for company, do we?”

Dracula remained silent.

His body took another step towards the ladder that led to the deck

“Do we?”

“No!” The word was ripped from him.

Jonathan's hold on his body relaxed.

“Well, then. Should you behave, then we will be in for quite a pleasant journey together, I think.”

“I will not-!”