Awoken By Cries Of Pain

Awoken by cries of pain

Hellsing writing practice

"montana! Get yourself together man! You don't have much time! Hurry!!"

the voice split his thoughts as he fumbled, eyes searching around, he tried to locate who it came from, but the hurried crowd of his comrades kept him from seeing the owner of the eerily familiar voice whom called him. He felt his chest tighten as he scrambled for his gun, grasping it tightly as he moved with the comrades. Soviets. They were attacking, that's what he remembered, for some reason his mind was a jumbled blur, but he remembered that. One couldn't forget as the gunfire began to ring out now. He felt his grip tighten, but something made his heart begin to thunder in his chest. His eyes watched as one after another figures jolted, blood splattered and the ringing in his ears was all he had as they dropped like flies. He soon slowed looking around him. Bodies strewn about, blood soaking everything even his own body. His ears rang out and his heat thumped in his throat as he stepped back once, then again.

"Run Montana! Run!"

The voice again ushered- no demand, almost screamed but he looked around and saw nothing but casualties. He felt his heart beat against the boney cage which held it there, almost as if it were ready to break free and leap from his chest, though he felt his body go cold as he bumped into a solid shape. Grasp loosening on the gun as he felt a shiver rush up his spine, his gaze landed upon one of the enemies which had bombarded him and his comrades. His eyes widened as they spoke to one another, several men now approaching. He knew not the language, but he knew what it meant, as slowly they cracked their knuckles, one grabbing him by the collar of his uniform. He tried to fire but his aim was horrid, even without the shake, the men laughed yanking away the gun. He felt his heart in his throat once more pounding like a criminal at his cell door, the iron taste of blood filling his mouth as he bite down on the tip of his tongue, the first blow was delivered. He felt numb and helpless, this feeling rising as they contuined, his ears still ringing as the blows were swift and painful.

"NO! NO- NOOO-"

the horrified voice of the major rang through the mighty zeppelin as he jolted awake, nearly falling out of his bed. He shook like a young child awoken from a horrible dream, cowering with his blankets wrapped tightly around him. Tears and chilling sweat drenched his face and body. He buried his head among the blankets as he contuined to sob, much quieter so not to alert anyone else to his emotional state.

"Why most these things be so hard to control- why- why do they plague me so."

he whimpered between muffled sobs. Form shivering, weeping, like many children would in his situation. But, unlike these fearful children wrapped safely in their beds, there was no warm arms to hug them of a concerned parental figure. Unlike most folk of his age, no partner worriedly awoken by the cries of pain and agony to wrap him in the blankets and a loving embrace, to coo to him sweet nothings and the fact he was safe. But this was the way major liked it, to keep these hideous thoughts his own, for they were his burdens to bury. His to trifle with. For he was no child, no regular man of his age. He was Major Montana max. A man who had chosen his fate, and will bare it to the end.

C10 + fistfight with god + Pucci for the challenge thingie

He will finally achieve heaven!!

Really liking this one!!! Cheated a little with it tho >v• I think it adds more to em!!

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May or may not be thinking abt a Redemption arc au for him tbh- thxs for giving me some reason to bring it up lol <33

Pov: you gotta baby sit the prisoner ur gf and her dad just beat the shit out of

Well hold on now he may have a point-

Rumble, frenzy and ravage are probably cheering him on from the back of the room let's be honest

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Some concept art for a jjba Au/Timeline shift part!!!

Part 4 & 1/2

> Following hol horse on his journey through italy as he searches for his lover of many years and their surprise son(Mista), as he has just received a letter declaring his son and her sudden illness. Thus when running into fellow Ex-Minions of Dio, pucci and vanillia ice he feels a resurgence of bad memories and distrust towards them, but will he learn to trust his fellow ex-minionees?! An au meant as an exploration of this trio's traumas and things to do with dio's manipulation, I plan on designing and throwing in even more of the part 3 minion blorbos soon >:)

Hol & pucci designs!! Trying to keep a heart motif :)

Nice hol design/full body without his little cape, showing off more of his heart motif (he also has a star shaped scar on his fore head in reference to the events of part 3)

Finally a nice Ice design (based off some vanilla ice clothes) and some flowery angst for the three!!! Ice also keeping in tune with the heart motif but this time it's broken hearts (Dios defeat leaving him broken and without a purpose so he now aimlessly follows pucci like a lost dog-). He also has burns referencing his presumed death in part 3 that actually just fugged him up a good bit :)

Why can't I get rid of you?

Jjba writing practice

Her voice was chilling as she spoke his name. A name, he was no stranger to. A name he had been reminded. Reminded and made to remember how much of a gift it was. By her. His eyes shakily moved to meet her's. This couldn't be could it? She had been out of his life for years this. . .woman. she had been gone and he was glad to have finally rid himself of her and that name. And yet here, finally in his quiet life, happy, she was back. He felt anxieties rise back up in him, something was not right. THIS was not right. she was gone, and she never greeted him like this.

His suspicions proved true as he gasped for breath his form jolting awake, he shakily silenced himself looking over. He quivered for a moment remembering the woman next to him, shinobu. His wife and a women he dosen't fully know how to feel about. While not actually his wife this time he has spent here he. . .has grown an attachment. He feels protective of her and the boy, hayato. His. . .son. the boy was hesitant to trust him but he felt something was growing. Over all, he had settled in quite nicely, this truly was a quiet life he could get used to. . .if only these dreams did not haunt him. Dreams of the woman he left, His mother. She controlled him for so long, even now at times like this he felt taken advantage of even though she wasn't on this earth any longer. Slipping from bed he quietly trudged his way to the bathroom. With a deep sigh he looked into the mirror.

'what is your name?' He quietly asked himself. 'I am kosaku. Kosaku kawajiri.'

He looked to his reflection, feeling his heart thump in his chest. His stand manifested as it stood beside him, kosaku was startled stumbling back, he sighed relieved to see it was only his longest and oldest friend. Carefully dressing himself in some casual and comfortable clothing he began to cook. It would be morning soon and he needed to kill time. He would not go back to bed knowing the memories of her awaited him, he hated remembering that time. Especially her.

So he continued to cook. Because he was kosaku kawajiri. Loving husband to shinobu kawajiri and father to hayato kawajiri. He could cook and clean, was "learning" to play the violin. He often played for his wife and son long into the night to help them all sleep. He was a father, a businessman, and a husband.

he was, kosaku kawajiri.