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Oh yeah THIS

cruising and crooning - j. 'soap' mactavish

a/n: written for TJ, @pettyprocrastination who inspired this playlist and this headcanon :')

The mission had gone to shit. Everyone should have died. But that’s why they were sent in, because they were untouchable. Blessed by the gods with blood of ichor, fueled by nectar and ambrosia, framed like Hercules in the constellations. 

They hauled ass to humvees, scattered like shards of glass and only focusing on getting to the rally point and not getting blown to smithereens. 

Ghost is driving. Soap takes the seat behind him while the others cram in. There is heaving breath, cussing and the rapid click of refilling cartridges. The smell of gunsmoke and tangy iron blood permeates the air. 

The air is tense. Tires squeal. Rubber burns. They’re peeling out of there. Somewhere in the scramble, someone bumps the radio on the dash and it starts blasting an old tune. One that has Soap absolutely elated even on the brink of death. He can barely hear over the sound of the grenade that detonated to their left, but he has the nerve to laugh. 

He waits for the ceasefire before grabbing the luggage rack on the top of the car and hauling himself half out the window. He swings his gun around and looks through the scope as he begins the return fire on the enemy. He’s screaming to the wind. 

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight. Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away? Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight. Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

It clogs the radio frequency they’re supposed to be communicating through. Price wonders what the god-awful screeching is about, wondering if one of his best just got eviscerated. 

“No.” Ghost confirms through the comms. “Just Soap.” 

With as many men as he’s taking down, no one has the guts to tell him to stop. 

Chapter Six: 1824 October 11th Hush boy

Jacks P.O.V.

T.W. Blood

        ‘It’s alright πυγολαμπίδα, you never have to deal with this place again. So just… relax my love.’ At those words I can feel my self relax, the relief that over comes me causes me to cry a little at the thought of never returning to that hellhole again. I feel my conscious drift away from the chaotic scene and I can feel petals wrap around me as I slide through them green lightning curving from my body(?) every now and again until I hear a someone humming to themselves as I hear the sound of someone carving wood. As I turn towards them I can see I’m in a dark room lit only by the candle on the desk with a boy(?) probably only around seventeen or so with… teal… hair? And I think I can see his eyes glowing gold from here.

        I take a step towards him examining trying to see if I can recognize him despite the familiarity radiating from him. He suddenly sits up straight causing me to jump back a bit and as I examine the back of his neck and I can feel a bit of hope fill my heart. There is two soul-marks on the back of his neck that hooked in each-other one of a stray green bolt of lightning and one of a wisp of the universe. Just like…

        “JJ?” I whisper out, shock over taking me as I take a step forward, but as I do every single doll and figurine turned their heads towards me, their eyes glowing an eerie yellow, giving a similar feeling to the forest. I instinctively reach to him to get him away from the dolls not even bothering to notice there really wasn’t a way out. As he turns to me I can see he has a rather annoyed expression that quickly fades into shock as his glowing gold eyes land on me, and just as I go to step towards him, the floor beneath me falls away.

        I can feel the petals again pulling me through the colorful void as I try to fight against them, trying to get back to JJ but I quickly stop, the smell of the petals relaxing me. I allow my self to drift until I hear a familiar voice calling for me.

        “Come here Sunon.” It’s Henrik’s voice, I know it is, I don’t know how but I do, he’s older maybe twenty, and he has a German accent but I can hear the little bit of Irish lingering in the back of his voice. It sounds happy but more of a sad… happy, if that makes sense.

        “Sunon, come here.” The voice calls again and it’s almost pleading and I jolt in shock, bolts of lightning curving from my body, as I recognize the voice.

        “Henrik?” The voice that comes from me sound like my seven year old self, confusion washes over me before at the sound of my voice until I can see what’s happening again.

        ‘Oh,’ I think as I look around, somehow without moving my body. ‘this is the day before Henrik got adopted.’ I remember it well enough to know that I didn’t leave his side the entire day. I feel my body move on it own accord at the sound of Henrik’s voice again.

        “I’m over here Sunon.” I look around and see him sitting on top of a large rock still wet from swimming the lake. It was one of those rare warm sunny days during the summer where Henrik would take me to a lake deep in the forest. Everything looked the same from that except, he looked different. His instead of their normal sky blue, they’re a soft, green with the same color veins going from the iris to the whites of his eyes to the area surrounding his eyes. And though his hair was the same length, long enough for a small pony tail, his usual light brown hair, was a soft green on the top and brown and a twinge of silver in it.

        Other than that though he was the same, with the same pale skin, Marvin’s mark on his forehead just like me, the rest of my brothers and the other one was Liru’s… mark. ‘Oh my god. She’s all of our soulmate! How did I not realize that!’ She doesn’t even know either, I never bothered to mention it because I forgot ‘How the hell did I forget that?!’

        “Sunon?” Henrik’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I can feel my six year old body move and speak on it’s own accord.

        “Coming Hen” I got up and I could feel the left over water on my skin drying from the sun as I went over to him forgetting my shirt completely as I climbed up to the rock, sitting in front of him and for a split second I think it’s gonna fall out beneath me as well. I look up at him and I can feel a forced smile on my face as I look up at him. His eyes are sad as he looks at me but he has a soft smile as he looks at me. I watch as he reaches up around his neck and undoing the leather cord with a silver band that had a sigil Marvin carved into it.

        I watched as he had picked up the one of my hands the one with his mark on my upper arm and puts the ring and cord in my hand and covering it. My eyes water as he does and I try to hold my tears back but fall miserable. I launch at him, hugging him tightly not even bother with the fact I nearly knocked us both off the rock, burying my faces into his chest and crying my eyes out. He wraps an arm around me my torso and puts a hand on the back of my head as he buries his nose in my hair lightly and I can hear him mutter those words that were once comforting and now just painful to hear.

        “It’s okay Sunon. Everything will be okay, I’ll come back for you, ten years top. I promise.” As he said those words the world around me faded before leaving surrounded in the void of petal.

        Except they weren’t petals anymore, they were slimy, black than black, smelled like death, sulfur and burning flesh, it made me want to puke. They weren’t guiding me anymore they were yanking me down and this time I fought.

        I struggled and scratched and pulled, lightning breaking from my body and striking at the faux petals, burning them making the smells stronger to the point where I want to throw up. After a full minute of fighting against the pull the petals yank me down through them and I fall about a couple of stories landing on my back letting out a loud wheeze of pain as I feel the air whoosh out of my body as I struggle to regain it as I force myself up wincing in pain.

        As I stand up I freeze, every hair on my body stands up on end and I can feel my heart fall to my stomach then my stomach fall through the floor. In front of me was this large disgusting creature, it had a round body with useless legs dragging behind it as it uses it’s to small for it’s body wings, to hover in one spot and it was the color of if someone threw up and mixed ink into it. Thats not the worst part though was the to many long, spindly needle sharp arms holding up an almost identical copy of me, the only differences was the one black eye with a neon green iris and the other a Blue Lapis color and a slit throat.

        “Anti…?” My voice is quiet and breaking a I speak, the disbelief quickly become of over come with rage and sadness. Now I really wanna throw up and wake up. The creature’s spindly needle sharp arms wear pierced through his lower arms, hands, every one of his fingers, his feet and what seemed to be his head. And the way it was keeping him up, made Anti look like a puppet. The thing grins it’s beady white eyes almost closing from the wide grin showing off brown jagged over grown human teeth, with a sick sense of joy as it seems to speak and I could barely make out what it was saying.

        “D̎ͪ̽͢ir̙͇̫u͍̥ͤ̐͜ ͯͦ̿s͑͌͂͢a͉͆l̥̥͙utő̵̬n̖ͭ ̕a͉̙ľ̻͝ v̤̀i̵a ̞ͬfŗ͉̖͌̓a̡t̩ͩo,̶̅ P̶ṳ̃p̬͕̈͐p̓e̛͗̃͑t̲̆.͔̹̈̽” I watch in horror as Anti seems to jerk before whispering out in a dead voice,

“J̢acḱ?” I let out a chocked sob as the rage falls away leaving nothing but sadness behind. I watch as his eyes flash for a second full of confusion then fear, then straight up terror and panic and with each emotion I see, the slit in his neck begins to bleed heavier than before.

        “JA̧ĆK!́” His voice is desperate pleading and I can see more of the demons spindly arms begin to reach towards me and I can feel all of the rage suddenly slam into at once as green lightning explodes everywhere as I let out a scream of rage and the demon recoils as the lightning bursting from my body strikes it’s arms causing it to let out a shriek of pain.

        “ŖUN̷ JA̡CK ́P͢L̸EASE!͞” Anti’s voice breaks through the noise and I can see the demon quickly regrow the burned limbs as it lets out a roar that makes my head pound painfully.

        “P҉LEASE̸-” Anti’s desperate cry is cut off my the sound of him gurgling and blood pour out his mouth his neck practically a fountain of blood now. I can feel tears streaming down my face as I begin to move forward towards Anti, but as I do the creature lunges forward and before I can move, I wake up staring into Liru’s night blue, worried eyes.

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Sunon = Sun

Say hello to your brother = Diru saluton al via frato

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Songs of the Lost Souls Chapter 1: Man in a Magic Shop

A/N: So Liru’s pronouns switch from they/them/theirs to she/her/hers in the chapter because she’s like me in that aspect. Also there are feminine pronouns in the they/them/theirs part and I’m letting you know that is intentional because thats how it is form and therefor her. 

(Word count: 4,632)

        “Are you sure your fine, the city is pretty big I can-”

        “Jacques! I’m fine, I’m just exploring near the tower.” The blonde sighed exasperated into the phone. A fluffy black and white cat sat on their shoulder with a pink service cat vest on, attached to a leash in their hand while a small white fluffy cat walked next to her wearing a bright green service cat vest, also attached to the leash in their hand thats wrapped around their wrist as well.

        “I know but still, it can be pretty dangerous.” The green haired Irish-French man fretted over the phone.

        “I’m fine. I wouldn’t have moved here if I couldn’t handle it and I highly doubt you would have bought me an expensive ass apartment either. Still mad at you for that by the way.” They say, letting the cat on their shoulder lick their head.

        “Grateful, but mad.” Jacques laughs softly, shaking his head fondly as he does.

        “I know you are.” He says in a loving voice that makes the blonde’s heart stutter for a second. 

        “Well if you don’t mind,”

        “I do.”

        “IF, you don’t mind, I’m going to continue to explore.” They state with a slight smile, their tongue poking their cheek as she does. Jacques sighs over the phone, knowing he lost their little… whatever that was.

        “Alright, alright, fine. I’ll leave you alone about it.” He concedes. They grin more as they come to a stop, waiting to cross the street, ignoring the people watching and attempting to record their cats.

        “Thank you darling, I’ll see you and the others tonight.”

        “Alright, Love you.”

        “Love you, too.” They both hung up just as Liru got across the street before the both froze, realizing what they said to each other. Jacques looks over to two of his brothers, Shawn and Sam, who are looking at him with their mouths agape while Jacques is flushed red, heart racing a million miles an hour. It’s quiet for almost a minute before Shawn picks up his sketchbook and repeatedly smacks his brother’s arm.

        “You fookin Idiot.” Shawn hisses out between his teeth.

        Meanwhile, Liru’s face is flushed red with their heart beating rapidly in their chest before a happy grin on their face as they begin to giggle to themself as they walk.

        “He loves me.” They giggles out through the knuckles pressed to their mouth, phone still in hand. Their cats just purr in response, Izzy rubbing her head against Liru’s while Marvin rubs up against her leg before continuing to walk next to them. They put their phone in their pocket as they walk with a slight skip in their step. 

        You see, her and the three brothers or well four technically, Angus doesn’t really stay in one spot for very long, have been dating for a few months now, back when they still lived on the other side of the country, and since they finally decided to move, they suggested that they move here, to this city, Dago(Day-go). After some explaining of what’s going on in the city, meaning the unhinged “demon” and the somewhat high crime rate, but their brothers also lived there, they agreed happily. Besides, anywhere is better than there, especially if they’re there.

        Anyway, after a few minutes of sheer giddiness, like a kid who just tasted smores for the first time on a summer night around a campfire, they manage to calm herself down but she still had a pink tint to her cheeks and a smile on her face but not enough to draw anyone’s attention. They look around at the little stores around, looking for anything interesting before finding an supposed Magic and Oddities shop right beside them. 

        With a small shrug, they walk into the store nearly jumping as a voice comes from the back of the shop.

        “I’ll be with you in a minute!” A male Irish voice with a slight hint of a French accent mixed in, calls out. They tilt their head looking around the shop, surprised at the magic that covered the entire place. It was a beautiful regal purple with a mix of red, blue, electric green and a forest green with streaks and flecks of gold everywhere. They find it rather fitting when his voice sounds the same way it looks although the lingering bits of black in the magic makes them a bit uncomfortable. They bent down picking up the white cat, who was watching the gold in the magic with wide eyes.

        They walks around the shop browsing the oddities and books and ingredients with interest. There’s a smell of Lavender with burning Jasmine incense and a hint of fresh Basil. They take a quiet but deep breath noticing that it clings to the magic as well and sounds faintly of Gothic Ballroom Music and something that sounds like an electric violin. Very soothing and something that they could relax to but also something that makes them want to dance. She might actually paint something based on it.

        They’re looking around noticing that the electric green was the same electric green that was mixed in with Angus’, Jacques’, Shawn’s and Sam’s. Yes they have magic, they haven’t told them yet but it doesn’t matter, they’re happy to wait until they’re ready. But that doesn’t stop the fact that they can see it as well as someone with 20/20 vision can see the world around them without glasses. Liru just happens to see more than that, and hear, feel, smell and taste. 

        It’s more of a burden though, when you’re trying to get away from it, trying to at least pretend you’re normal in a world that loathes anything different unless it benefits them, the city’s hero for instance and his occasional assistant. Trying to be normal when the first 20 years of your life was made hell just because you’re different. They wander around the store, not processing anything, deep down the lava pit that is memory lane until the voice snaps them out of it.

        “Hello there! My name’s Marvin, can I help you with anything on this sunny afternoon?” The voice snaps them out of her little trip as she jumps a little and turning to the voice and jerking back a little at the familiar face, near carbon copy to Jacques’s if not for the slightly darker brown hair dyed a spring green and went down to his mid back and tied into a ponytail. On top of that he had Royal Blue, almost cat-like eyes that she found rather fitting for him, with scars definitely made from some form of claws that had scratched over his eye’s. 

        Who ever gave them to him was obviously not trying to blind him, or he’s just that good at healing magic but most likely a mix of the two if the magic that comes from it is anything to go by, dark and controlling.

        ‘Most likely under the influence of a αφέντης των μαριονετών.’

        “Miss?” They snap out of their thoughts and realizes they been staring, face flushing a deep red.

        “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” Their voice is shy and quiet and extremely apologetic and she puts her head in their head muffling her repeated apologies. The shop owner smiles rather amused despite himself right now.

        “It’s quite alright, miss, long day?” He asks with a friendly smile as they look at him through their fingers while her cat’s lick their arm and forehead in a comforting way, purring softly. They slowly nod a little as they put the hand down, resting it on Marvin’s back who purrs just a little louder.

        “More like a long week.” They smile sheepishly at him, picking at the white crystal bracelet with a golden rose around their right wrist.

        “Ah, understandable miss, are you new here? I don’t think I’ve seen you around the city.” He asks, his head tilted ever so slightly, looking them up and down curiously. They nods a bit, swallowing a bit, wanting to ask him if he was one of the trio’s brothers.

        “Yeah, I um, I just moved here a week ago.” And um it’s Mx. Right now at least.” She tells him a bit shyly and feels her heart stutter slightly when his eyes light up a little.

        “Ah, apologies Mx.” He says, forcing down his excitement, wondering if sh- they’re genderflux like him.

        “It’s no problem, you didn’t know.” The blonde smiles at him relaxing a little, rather grateful for the small blessing of finding someone who isn’t an asshole.

        “Well if you need anything let me know, I’ll be right here.”

        “Alrighty then.” They smile before continuing to browse, actually looking at them now rather than just walking aimlessly. Once they’re out of sight behind a few shelves, the shop owners smile drops as suspicion sets in. 

        The blonde has magic that seems to wrap around everything, as if curious, and shines like the sun and moon while looking like the very fabric of space itself. It’s comforting but he knows that it could turn on him in a second if he had any malicious intent towards them. He notices that there seems to be a dark grey almost black type of magic that forms into bones shaped as six arms and hands that seem to be holding wing type bits of space that stand out from the rest of the space type magic.

        The magic seems to outline three pairs of horns as well, a pair that waved up wards, a pair that went back before curling against her cheek and a pair that reminded him very much of bull horns. The pair that curled around their cheek had a rose gold streak that followed the curve of it and a gold one that followed the curve of the bull like horns. Next was the one that was shaped as a long eight or nine foot rainbow tail with a whitish yellow pink spike at the end. The tail seemed to sway along the floor calmly while they browsed. And to top it all off, they had familiar bond’s with the two cats that they came in with and two more that are clearly somewhere else.

        Despite the beauty and comfort that the magic brings, he’s a bit weirded out by the fact at how familiar it is. It reminds him of his brothers but still somehow different. He knows for a fact that they haven’t met before but the familiarity is undeniable, almost as if his soul is going ‘Oh, there you are’ and it doesn’t make any sense because the only other people that have made his soul feel that way were his brothers. And not because they are brothers, but because they’re soulmates.

        Familial obviously, but this one feels a little different and not in a platonic way almost in a romantic way. But how? The only way that could be possible-

        ‘Oh.’ He feels heat begin to rise to his cheeks. Long blonde hair, tan skin, Midnight Blue eyes and a scar on her chin that goes up to below her eye.

        ‘They must be Liru.’ His brothers’ girlfriend. His heart drops a little but also speed’s up from excitement, after all his brothers are pretty sure that they’re soulmate’s with all of them. But at the same time, she clearly hasn’t told them about her magic. And he supposes it’s understandable, people with anything to be considered magic or “superhuman” are usually murdered for it. No ifs, ands, or buts. And I can only imagine what they’ve been through to have halo’s turn to horns. 

        He swallows a bit harshly as she walks up to the counter, the white cat on her other shoulder, and the pink bracelet with a silver rose that was on their left wrist was now on their right with the white and gold one. Taking mental note of what she picked out. An old book in Latin, a few different types of crystals, he knows those are meant to ward off nightmares and can’t help but feel as if his theory about her hidden horns are correct, and few other assorted things including a few small jars of paint. They set them on the counter as he begins to ring them up.

        “Will that be all for today?”

        “Huh? Oh yeah.” She pulls her attention away from the feeling of the phantom wings wanting to wrap him up and pull him close and never let go, the exact feeling they got and still get when around the four men she’s dating who, not to mention, are her romantic soulmates, four of them at least.

        “I’m actually wondering something though.” His heart jumps to his throat for a second before he continues putting her items in a paper bag.

        “What do you wish to know?” He asks with a small smirk as he hands her the bag in exchange for the money.

        “Is your last name Mcloughlin?” They finally ask. Marvin freezes for a second before he continues to pull out their change from the register.

        “Why yes it is. Why do you ask?” He swears his heart skips a beat from the smile that spreads over their face.

        “Your brothers told me about you!” She takes her change, haphazardly shoving it into her pocket before she sticks her hand out for him to shake. 

        “I’m Liru, I’m dating Angus, Jacques, Shawn and Sam!” They announce excitedly and any suspicion melts away at the sight. He grins happily,

        “I’m Marvin,” He grasps her hand but the both freeze as veins filled with space fly up his hand and under his sleeve and purple and green swirls dance up their arm until the lyrics write themselves on her bicep and on Marvin’s shoulder. They stare at each other for a full minute once the colors die down, a blush dusting both of their cheeks. 

        ‘Looks like they were right.’ The magician thinks before snapping out of the trance first. With a sly smirk, he turns their hand over and brings it up to his mouth and presses a kiss to her knuckles. Liru’s face turned red almost instantly, the cats on her shoulders seeming to almost snicker and smile.

        “It’s a pleasure to meet you Liru, Ma âme sœur.” She let out a squeak as she shyly curls in on herself a little, pulling her hand away as he lets go, standing back up straight looking directly at her with a smile.

        “I-it’s nice to m-meet you too, η αδερφή ψυχή μου.” His eyes light up even further and they swear his pupils grow bigger with a gold ring around it.

        “Ααα, μιλάς και ελληνικά και γαλλικά; Πόσο εντυπωσιακό.”  Her eyes light up as well, her own seeming to grow a few shades darker with a purple tint.

        "Μι- μιλάω λίγα γαλλικά, δεν είμαι πολύ καλός σ’ αυτά.“ She manages to get out, stuttering once.

        “Θα είμαστε χαρούμενοι να σου μάθουμε κάποια στιγμή.” He leans against the counter on his forearms, happily watching her as he does. Meanwhile she begins to toy with the white and gold bracelet.

        “Ο Jacques σε έχει νικήσει ήδη” She informs him, a small, shy but excited smile on her face.

        “Ααα, ντροπη.” He grins up at her from his lean. Looking at the cats on her shoulders, Marvin asks,

        “And who are these lovely creatures?” He goes to put his hand up for one of them to sniff before remembering the service cat so instead he put his chin in his palm. He could see the phantom wings shake eagerly behind her as she lights up like a tree on Christmas eve.

        “This is Izzabella,” She reaches a hand up and begins scratching under that black and white cat’s chin who, in turn, immediately begins to purr and lean into the scratch and closes her gold lined green eyes.

        “But I just call her Izzy, she’s part Norwegian Forest Cat and Ragdoll.” She tells with a happy smile. She stops and Izzy looks at her, obviously pouting from the sudden stop as she turns her attention to the smaller white one, scratching its side in which it immediately leans against her head and begins to purr.

        “And this one-” She cuts herself off with a small laugh that makes the shop owner’s heart melt just a little bit.

        “Ironically, is named Marvin as well.” Human Marvin perks up looking surprised at the white cat.

        “He is also part Norwegian Forest Cat and Ragdoll with a little bit of Munchkin.” Said cat purrs louder as she reaches up and scratches under his chin, leaning forward looking ready to fall. Marvin goes to ask something but Izzy hopping from her shoulder down in front of him. Just as she landed Cat Marvin had indeed fallen forward trying to lean further into the scratches and wound up being caught upside down before moving to and set on the counter as well.

        “Well isn’t he over excited.” He says with an amused smile on his face while the female cat looks over at him and pats his hand.

        “You have no idea.” She goes and scratches behind his ears and he proceeds to flop against her stomach, making it rather difficult to scratch. Izzy pats Marvin’s hand again, staring him down.

        “She wants you to pet her.” The blonde says through a giggle. He raises an eyebrow and looks at said cat who lets out a squeaky attempt at a meow.

        “Oh? I was aware that they weren’t to be handled by anyone other than their owner when on duty.”

        ‘Not to mention they’re your familiars.’ he finishes silently, trying not to eye the rope made out of Bronze and Deep Blue standing for Companionship and Loyalty, like all familiar bonds are with both the cats and her own magic mixed in as well

        “Usually so but you’re obviously an exception.” He slightly tilts his head before letting her sniff his free hand and scratching behind her ears.

        “She’s very soft.” He note’s out loud.

        “Yeah, she makes a great pillow too.” The cat just purrs in response although shooting the woman a dirty look that says ‘Don’t out me’. It takes both Marvin and Liru all they have not to burst out laughing, unaware that either one could understand the look. After a few seconds of silence Liru’s phone lets out a few piano notes, indicating she got a text.

        Quickly swiping it from her pocket and unlocking it before snorting.

        “Naturally.” She quickly sends a reply and goes to put it away before freezing and looking at Marvin.

        “Is something wrong?” He asks with a curious look.

        “I should probably get your number huh?” She’s smiling sheepishly and he just lets out a soft chuckle standing up straight again pulling out his phone.

        “Yes, and I suppose I should give you mine as well, huh.” They both quickly exchange numbers, Liru sending a quick hello, so she remembers it’s there before putting both of their phones away.

        “If you don’t mind me asking, who texted you? You seem rather… well not annoyed but more like you were expecting and didn’t want to hear it, if that makes sense.” He prods, curiosity overriding anything else.

        “Ah, yeah, that was Shawn. Or, Shawn from Jacques’ phone so I’d read it.” She looks rather exasperated, looking back at Marvin, the human one, the cat one is currently pouting against her waiting for more scratches.

        “Why would he need to do that?” He was curious on why on earth his little brother would need to use his other brother’s phone to get his girlfriend to read his text.

        “He always pesters me to get him black licorice whenever I’m out.” Ah. Sounds like him.

        “That… definitely sounds like him.” Marvin stated, fighting back a laugh. Liru smiles a bit sheepishly before looking down at the cat’s and petting them both for a few seconds.

        “I suppose I should explain the bracelet thing before I leave.” She muses out loud, picking at her palm. Marvin raises an eyebrow at the shyness showing itself again.

        “You don’t have to if you aren’t comfortable. I understand that we just met.”

        “No I do, being misgendered makes me uncomfortable even if it’s unintentional.” He could feel his excitement shoot up, his rings almost burning with the thought of her being like him.

        “Ya see, I’m genderflux,” Marvin’s pupils blow wide in excitement, looking like a cat now more than ever. He has to refrain himself from launching over the counter, picking her up and spinning her around. 

        “So my pronouns tend to change, usually it’s pretty erratic and hard for me to constantly tell people which one is which so I made these bracelets, pink and silver for female pronouns and the white and gold is for gender neutral pronouns. So they/them/theirs and obviously Mx. The pronouns I’m using are on the right wrist so right now female pronouns.” She looks up at him and her face turns a deep red at the excited grin on his face, unconsciously noting at how much he looks like a cat with his eyes.

        He puts his hands out, showing off a small assortment of gold rings, two standing out from the most. One with beautiful peacock opals formed into a feather on his right middle finger and a silver cat with amethysts for an eye on his left middle finger.

        “The peacock one stands for male pronouns,” Her head snaps up to him in shock that quickly changes into rising excitement. “And the silver and amethyst stands for gender neutral pronouns.” He smiles happily at her, seeing just how excited she is.

        “The one on the right are the pronouns I’m currently using.” Her grin widens even more, looking like an excited Cheshire cat and she begins to flap her hands close to her chest excitedly, letting out a low happy squeal. 

        “Oh you have no idea how badly I want to hug you right now!” She exclaims trying to rein in the flapping.

        “Well,” He hops over the counter, making sure not to hit the cats, who were watching the whole interaction, and lands next to her spreading his arms out.

        “The feeling is mutual.” She nearly tackles him, throwing her arms around him and hugging him tightly, something that he returns enthusiastically, glad his risk of being so forward paid off. Because from what his brothers told him, she takes a while to warm up to people, so he feels like he just won the lottery. After a few seconds they break apart, faces red with wide grins. Liru moves away a little for space just as her cats hop off the counter and begin meowing up at her.

        She looks down at them, both of them meowing, reminding her that she has more places to go. 

        “I suppose I should get going now, got more to explore before it gets dark out.” The shop owner hides his disappointment with an encouraging smile.

        “I suppose that would be best. It’s not safe for people to be out at night, especially when they’re new.” The thought of her getting caught up in one of Anti’s attacks or getting assaulted by the low-lifes of the city makes his stomach feel heavy with worry but he tries not to show it. She looks up at him with an eyebrow raised, her magic seeming to grow a tad heavier.

        “I can take care of myself, new or not.”

        “I don’t doubt it, if you’re anything like my brothers told me I doubt anyone would bother you after the first attempt.” Her face flushes red again, hearing that her boyfriends talked to their brothers in such a good way, her magic seeming to become lighter again.

        “S-so I guess I’ll see you and meet the rest of your brothers this Sunday?” She squeaks out shyly, again.

        ‘I wonder what it will take for her to properly open up. I supposed on time will tell.’

        “Absolutely Beauté.” He says with a teasing grin, wondering if she’ll understand him, and by the looks of the already tomato red face turning a darker shade of red before gaining a mischievous glint in her eye. Picking up her bag and standing up straight, she’s about two inches taller than him.

        “Then I’ll see you then, Minou.” She grins giving him one last quick hug before making her way out of the shop leaving and blushing Marvin behind.

        ‘Holy shit. I think I might be in love.’ The magician thinks, watching after her.

        Meanwhile, once she’s out of sight of the shop, Liru crouches down putting her face in her hands mumbling.

        “Kitty?! Why the fuck did I call him Kitty?! On top of that I kept loosing my cool, what the fuck me. I should be better at this already, it’s been three years!” Marvin, the cat, and Izzy both meow and gently paw at the back of her hand.

        “Don’t say that, it’s obvious he enjoyed it. If the look on his face was anything to go by that is.” Izzy attempts to reassure her.

        “And! You didn’t lose your cool because you refrained from wrapping your wings around! Just like you refrained with Angus!” Marvin states, as if proud of her, now that there was less of a risk of anyone catching wind of the telepathy.

        “Yeah, I suppose you’re right fluff.” She mumbles dragging her hands down her face before setting them on her knees, looking at them both.

        “Although his face might’ve been one of confusion not… wait.” Both cats look at her curiously.

        “How do you know that my wings were… oh shit.” A feeling of dread begins to pool in her stomach.

        “Ohnononononononono, oh god please tell me he didn’t see, that no one saw.” She looks at them, her voice pleading and desperate, terrified at what he’d think of her if he saw or what would happen to him and his family if someone saw. Both immediately begin to purr, putting their front paws on her knees and rubbing their foreheads against her chin.

        “No one saw, everything’s alright.” Izzy ‘voice’ shaking with the purrs. Liru relaxes immediately, relieved now more than anything. The blonde pets them both taking deep breaths to calm herself down.

        “And it was only for a few seconds. I think you’d have to see magic anyway to really get a look at it anyway.” The white cat’s voice wobbles just as much as the other’s as he reassures her. The blond relaxes completely resting her forehead against theirs while they begin to stop purring. They get off her knees looking up at her.

        “Now, I believe you have a few more places to explore and pick up some food for your mates.” Liru’s face turns red once again as she hisses out, embarrassed,

        “Izzy! We haven’t done anything like that!” They both snicker as they begin to walk away, pulling on the leashes. Liru quickly gets up, walking again blushing furiously while glaring at her cats.

        “Doesn’t matter, you love them don’t you?”

        “Well of course I do!”

        “Then they're your mates.” Liru sighs in annoyance at her familiars who are snickering at their owner’s embarrassment.

        “Yeah, yeah laugh it up. The suns gonna set in a couple of hours and I have to wear a dress tonight so let’s just get as much energy out as possible.” She looks up at the clear sky with a slight smile though. The thought of spending some time with her boy’s always brings her a little bit of peace. She just hopes she can sit still long enough for them to paint and draw.

Translations: Greek translations courtesy of @antis-gauge thank you so much

Master of Puppets = αφέντης των μαριονετών

My Soulmate = η αδερφή ψυχή μου = Ma âme sœur

"Ahh, You speak both Greek and French as well? How Fascinating.” = Ααα, μιλάς και ελληνικά και γαλλικά; Πόσο εντυπωσιακό.

“I-I speak a little French, not very good at it.” = Μι- μιλάω λίγα γαλλικά, δεν είμαι πολύ καλός σ’ αυτά.

“Well I’ll happily teach you sometime.” = Θα είμαστε χαρούμενοι να σου μάθουμε κάποια στιγμή.

“Jacques has already beat you to it.” = Ο Jacques σε έχει νικήσει ήδη

“Ah, a shame.” = Ααα, ντροπη.

Beauty = Beauté

Kitty = Minou

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Anti Birthday!

3 years ago today was the first appearance of Anti on the channel. I normally don’t mention stuff about him like this because I like him to be a mystery and sort of in the background. But the Anti stuff is a REALLY big deal to me and I love what has come of it.  Thank you for helping me craft such a cool character and being so invested in it! I hope to one day have it all pay off for all of you patient theorists!

Happy Birthday Anti! 🎂 

I was kinda Scared to post this, but here goes...

JSE-Verse Headcanon:

"Jack Has been Kidnapped by some unknown Scientist and does a Test Subject to him by stimulating his Brain with simulations to Awakens his Dark self (Anti)"

“Who did this to you.” Interlude

This was inspired by this this! Thank you @whumpster-dumpster for letting me use it.

https://whumpster-dumpster.tumblr.com/post/180738459087/character-a-tilting-character-bs-chin-up-to-get-a

Jack’s P.O.V.

        I was stumbling through the forest, my vision slightly blurry, my cheek still ringing and my body hurting, whether it was from the emptiness or the fall down the stairs. I don’t know probably both to be honest. I wander aimlessly through the forest not focusing on anything, wanting nothing more than to be with Liru right now. I can feel myself getting dizzier the more I walked, until I come across a clearing with a bunch of trees that had all fallen over outward from the center of them. But I don’t have to think about that. I fall to my knee’s coughing like mad and almost instantly I can see splotches of blood on the grass.

        ‘Oh. That’s not good.’

        Once I stop coughing, there is a small stain of blood in the grass. I don’t even acknowledge it as I pull myself up onto a fallen tree and sit on it. I hug myself, leaning over letting blood drip from my mouth, trying not to breathe it in. I choke back a sob, not wanting to make the pain worse as I think about what Mrs. Blanchfield did. I can’t stop the feeling of the hand hitting across my face, the force from it was enough to knock me down the stairs. Without even thinking, I ran out the door as fast I could ignoring the pain shooting through my entire body.

        I feel her presence before I see her and my heart begins to pound, ‘Nonononono please don’t let her see me like this.’

        “Jack?”

        ‘Shit.’ I slowly look up at her and I feel my heart flutter ever so slightly when I see her face, which has a look of confusion written all over it before it quickly changes to one of surprise then fury before falling emotionless. I quickly look back down at the ground as I hear the dead grass crunching beneath her bare feet as she stops right in front of me.

        “Jack,” I flinch slightly curling in on myself a bit. “look at me.” Her tone leaves no room for argument. I take a deep shaking breath, wincing in pain as I do, wiping the blood from my mouth away, before I look up at her. She immediately puts a knuckle under my chin tilting my head up more as she examines it and I can feel blood begin to drip down my chin again as she does. Her eyes flick down to the blood and she gently wipes away the blood before bringing it up to her face, saying nothing as she examines it.

        After a second or two, I feel my heart skip a nervous beat as she looks me dead in the eyes. Her voice is quiet and tense, her anger barely restrained as clouds begin to circle overhead.

        “W͟h̕o̢ did̢ th̡is̶ tò ͞you̡?”

        I swallow nervously, not sure if I should tell her, eyeing the blade of her scythe that strapped to her back, despite the very being of my soul screaming at me to tell her, but the thing in my head was screeching at me not to.

        “Jąck.̛”

        “Mrs. Blanchfield.” The words tumble out of before I can even process the tone in her voice, a promise of pain and hellfire.

        “And who exactly is this… w̛oman?” My heart speeds up a bit as she spits out the word like it was poison. I swallow nervously wincing a bit, trying not to gag as the coppery blood runs down my throat.

        “S-She’s the o-orphanage caret-taker.” I flinch slightly at a low growl that seems to shake the world around us. Before I could begin to look around it she grabbed my hand, pulled me up and began pulling me away from the field. At her touch I can feel just how chaotic her mind is, the fury that’s causing it reminding much of the time Henrik became enraged.

        “W-Where are we going?” I quietly curse myself for stuttering as she continues to pull me along, although I’m more following her than anything.

        “Home, I’m not letting you go back to those monsters.” Her words almost immediately calm me down.

        “Oh, okay.” The thought of being around her everyday, never having to go back to that hellhole, it brought a comfort I haven’t felt since before Henrik left. Before his promise rang through my head causing panic to grip my very being.

        “WAIT!”

Liru’s P.O.V.

        I stopped in my tracks at his shout, his mind cold from whose ever voice that rang through it. I feel myself grow cold at the thought of him wanting to go back.

        ‘No. Please no, it’s not safe, please.’

        “I-I have to go back.” His voice is small and quiet as he speaks, and I can feel my shoulders drop as my stomach falls. ‘No…’

        “Jack…” My voice cracks as I whisper, not wanting to turn to him.

        “Please Liru, I need to go back.” His voice desperate as I forced myself to look at him. He was swaying in his spot slightly, his free arm wrapped tightly around his stomach, hand gripping his now blood stained shirt, bruises beginning to form already, especially the still welted hand print of the side of his face. I can feel a primal anger rise in me at the sight of it wanting nothing more than to tear apart the women responsible for it.

        “After what that monster did to you?” My voice is shaking with barely contained rage as I look him in the eyes, one of them bloodshot. He flinches at the sound of anger and it quickly melts away into sadness and ignored rejection.

        “You’re covered in bruises and blood, Jack. You’re not safe there.” I can’t keep the begging from my voice, it cracking like a glass jar thrown against a rock.

        “You look like you were thrown down the stairs!” I’m fighting back tears now, the desperation growing with every breath.

        “I-I’m fine, I just fell when I was leaving.” He looks me dead in the eye, pleading look never disappearing.

        “Please… I need to go back.” His are filled with unshed tears and I can feel my resolve break. I grab his hand gently pulling him to me as I step closer to him. He stumbles a little as he does and he has a confused and almost hopeful look that I can’t look at. Looking at the ground, I use my other hand to reach up and cup the back of his head, my entire body slouched in defeat and melancholy.

        “Liru?” He asks, confusion and worry clear in his voice. I don’t reply whispering,

        “Sopor.” Under my breath. And just like that, he falls limp against me as he sleeps. I quickly wrap my arms under his as I gently as I can, sliding down to my knees as I lay him against the grass. As I lay him against the grass the trees around us open their eyes, revealing glowing white sap as the faint smell of discarded flesh lingers in the air. They don’t say anything but I know they’re watching us.

        I run a hand of Jack, muttering a diagnostic spell under my breath as I do. It takes every ounce of control I have not to lose my temper right then and there. I look at his face and even asleep he looks like he’s in pain. I put a hand on his cheek rubbing my mark gently before beginning to sing.

“Flower gleam and glow.”

        I can’t heal him too much. I don’t want him to get suspicious. I can’t lose him too.

“Let your power shine.”

        I feel relief floods me as I watch as pieces of the cosmos flow through him, the collage of colors making him look like a young god as the forest floor beneath him begins to grow at a rapid pace, grass and flowers growing up and lightly wrapping around him.

“Make the clock reverse.”

        The collectors around us are creaking, speaking to each other curiosity radiating from them as they stare at the two of us, and I understand why. With Jack laid on the grass with me hunched over him with a hand on his cheek healing him.

“Bring back what was mine.”

        I force myself to not continue but thankfully he’s healed enough where he’s only kinda bruised and no longer bleeding internally. How he managed to get all the way out here without dying is beyond me. It’s at least a six hour walk but… I didn’t sense him until he was in the field… I quickly shake any of those thoughts away. 

        ‘I can deal with it later. Right now I need to take him back.’ I go to pick him up before I freeze, realizing it’s not a good idea for me not to take him. If I went to that village right now I’d burn it to the ground. I look back at Jack knowing I only have one choice for help right now. I take deep breath before shouting,

        “Σπαθί!!!” Within seconds the shadow creature is next to me on all fours.

        “Saluton, saluton, saluton. Ho! Kio estas tio?” The creature, roughly the size of a human man crawling on all fours with both arms and legs bent more like a horse’s than a humans, is staring down at both Jack and I.

        “Ĉu ĉi tio estas la malgranda homo, kiu ŝtelis la koron de la malgranda reĝino?” It leans over to sniff him but I quickly smack him on his side.

        “Cut that out I need help.” 

        “Ho?” Now I definitely have it’s attention.

        “Yes. I need help I know, weird right?” Sarcasm is dripping from my voice before I take a deep breath.

        “Look, I just need help getting him back to the village. And if I go there now, I’m going to l͟ęv̕el ̧it.” I wince a little at the way my voice changes, loathing it when it does that. It’s too much like a void demon’s. 

        “Tiam faru ĝin.” The malicious joy radiating from it nearly makes me cave to satisfy my own blood lust.

        “I can’t. Not yet. Not until he finally gives that place up.” It gives off the same energy of someone rolling its eyes before it looks down at Jack.

        “Can you take him back?” It’s head snaps to me, shock over taking it for a second before it throws its head back, letting out a blood curdling laugh, sounding more like a dying hell-hound than anything. When it finally stops I can hear what I assume is it’s mouth form into a toothy grin before stretching one arm out straight and it’s arm lets out a sick cracking sound as it’s ‘bones’ flipping around. I cringe at the sound and it scoops up Jack in it’s arm cradling him to it’s chest.

        “Kaj tiel la eta reĝo iras hejmen.”

        “It’s not his home. He’s made that very clear.” My voice is nothing more than a whisper as I push myself up, the grass curling around my fingers before I pull them away, standing up.

        “For mi iras.” And just like that they were gone. Once they were gone the Collectors began to talk amongst themselves again. I hadn’t even realized they stopped. I look around one last time before closing my eyes and focusing on my home?

        ‘Is it home without him?’

        When I open my eyes again, I’m thankfully in my room but also completely drained of any energy I might have had left after today. I flop on my bed, too exhausted to keep everything hidden, my wings sprawling out around me on the round bed, my tail joining them as it curls around me, making a small rattling sound as it moves. I’m laying face down as my horns come out weighing down my head a little, and finally my scales and eyes change the gold and red scales uncomfortable under the clothes I’m too tired to remove.

        I’m so close to dozing off when the door is lightly pushed open. Moving my head so I can look to see what entered my room, I’m almost immediately greeted by Izzy hopping onto the bed, a squeaky meow leaving her as she tries to move past my wings without stepping on them. I drag them out of the way in which she goes over to my throat and paws at the part around my neck until it comes undone and she slides underneath it on my back, knocking the scythe to the floor.

        I laugh lightly, closing my eyes again and yawning, muttering under my breath,

        “Please be okay Jack.” Not noticing Riptide’s head poking through the door as Izzy purrs me to sleep.

Yes Riptide ate her hand. Also no judging for the song I had no better idea’s.

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Translations:

Saluton, saluton, saluton. Ho! Kio estas tio?? = Hello, hello hello. Oh! What’s this?

Ĉu ĉi tio estas la malgranda homo, kiu ŝtelis la koron de la malgranda reĝino. = Is this the little human that’s stolen the little queen’s heart?

Tiam faru ĝin. = Then do it.

Kaj tiel la eta reĝo iras hejmen. = And so the little king goes home.

For mi iras. = Off I go.

Spade is Σπαθί

Soap stands outside Ghost’s bedroom with a boombox playing Everytime We Touch by Cascada at least once a month, change my mind.