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From Chapter 43 of lex luthor's ascent

Death Record Institutes or Facilities:

Essentially, these places record the deaths of every person who has ever died, and they include facts such as any possible Taboos they might have committed or any other major mortal crimes. Theft and robbery would not count; assault and murder would. Even if you got away with such crimes in life, they have branded you in death.

These places also mark whether the dead had become a spirit or a ghost. All of this is for multiple reasons. 1) People who had died earlier than the rest of their family or friends could check in at a later time to find out if their loved ones are still alive or have passed on. 2) If serious accusations come about between two spirits who had known each other in life, you have irrevocable proof.

Ghosts can change their names in death, and sometimes they might even forget about their past. You cannot change these records, however. But… this also means if one were to possibly fake their death… they would not show up in a Death Record Institute. Which... might come into play in another fic later on.

I don't know that much about Death Note, but I guess? this is a bit inspired by that? I'm not entirely sure, but I though I ought to give it credit just in case.

If you like the idea, feel free to include it in your own fics! Eventually, I'll get to show what it actually looks like or how it actually functions, but for now, I thought I'd name drop it and see the reactions. Who knows, I might just get inspiration from you all too.

This is first included in chapter 43 of lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood. This post is subject to change assuming further chapters and storylines include this subject matter.

122 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

What would Danny do for work?

I have a quick question to my fellow Danny Phantom fans... When you imagine Danny picking a career/job, what do you headcanon for him? And this is if he can't- for whatever reason- be an astronaut. This is a hypothetical question, it's not- like, going to affect any of my stories in the future or anything *chuckles nervously*

For me, it's always depended on the headcanon I choose for any particular story/AU. But that gets complicated when I have multiple headcanons that could offer opportunities for him.

For example:

Astrophysicist/Aerospace Engineer - He can't be an astronaut, but that doesn't mean he can't still do some kind of work that involves his love for space.

Engineer - In a similar vein, he could be a regular engineer. Especially if he takes after his dad, Jack, more and maybe even creates his own prototypes and inventions.

In a subset to engineer, in my story weekend wonders, Danny is majoring in biomedical engineering. This is because in this AU, the accident gave him chronic pain, and that's how he gained an interest in this field. This could also work great if he gets attention from the Justice League in a DP x DC crossover, or the Avengers in a DP x Marvel crossover; Danny could just as easily work with heroes who have disabilities or chronic pain from many decades of work as heroes. It helps that he personal experience with the same struggles, after all.

Translator - If you headcanon that Danny can understand a lot of languages (or maybe even them all) due to ghost speak, then Danny could totally use this to his advantage with work. Plus!! This offers many different avenues that could be used to your advantage. Want Danny to be connected to the UN in some way before debuting as Ghost King? Have him be a translator that works there. Want Danny to be busy often with his royal responsibilities/ghost fighting? Have him be a translator; he can work remotely or stay self-employed/on contracts.

Teacher - Danny doesn't have great experience with educational staff, so I could imagine him going into this field of work due to nothing but spite. And! He could teach ectobiology, or just ghosts in general. He could do so many topics: Biology, government, history, hell he could do a whole semester on how physics work in the Ghost Zone.

Blacksmith/Ironsmith - Okay, this one is more self-indulgent, but imagine if Pandora teaches him how to fight with a sword and then he gets obsessed with the sword itself that he wants to make one that's perfectly suited for him and this just dominos into going full-blown into this field. (Trade skills are still important, and sadly, don't get as much attention even when they can usually offer fairly decent pay without the thousands of dollars worth in student debt.)

Writer/Author - If you wanted him to be more artistic, he could be a freelance author/novelist or something similar. I feel like being an author would be one of the better choices for him because, again, if you were writing a story where Danny would be busy with a lot of other responsibilities, then he could largely work on his own schedule. Plus! I can totally imagine him hanging out in Long Now with Clockwork when his head is just full of ideas for a story but he wouldn't have the time to write it otherwise. So he kind of uses Long Now to get that time, but he can promise it's for a good cause, stop laughing, Clockwork!

Actor - I really love the concept of Danny being an actor, just for the laughs if nothing else. While this could be a pain if Danny does actually get famous, since that's a lot of media he would probably prefer not to deal with, the concept alone offers a great deal of shenanigans. And... if he does get a good movie deal, he could very well be set for life afterwards. He could be one of those one-hit wonders in television or something.

If anyone has other possibilities, feel free to add! My head is constantly spinning with even more ideas, I might just add some myself.

134 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

DP/DC Week 2022: Day 5

“Have you come to stop me, heroes?” Unnamed villain number 24 of the week cackled with evil glee. His smile began to wane when he noticed the assortment of Justice League members standing around at the bottom of the podium, just… standing there. Watching him. More than one of them looked resigned, in fact. Superman looked a little tired, if the villain were being honest. Was the man not getting enough rest? And Wonder Woman! She looked so bored in his presence, the villain felt a little offended.

“Have you given up and accepted me as your new ruler?” He chortled with a wide smirk. That garnered no reaction either. In the corner of his eyes, he could see the beautiful, powerful Crown of Fire resting innocently upon its pedestal. Oh, how he longed to place it upon his head and showcase the strength of someone who was truly worthy-

“If you can put that crown on your head, and it actually stays,” Green Lantern began, lifting his hands in a peaceful gesture. “I will literally give you fifty- no, a hundred dollars.” Then, the Green Lantern crossed his arms across his chest, looking at the villain expectantly.

170 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

DP/DC Week 2022: Day 3

When Bruce had opened the door to greet John Constantine, he had not expected to have a child suddenly thrust into his arms. He looked down at the boy, maybe two or three years old. The boy blinked back at him. Black hair, blue eyes.

He looked back at Constantine with alarm.

“He’s not yours,” Constantine reassured him with a roll of his eyes. “He’s a kid I work with. He’s usually a teenager but he got de-aged when we ran into this bi- witch, this witch.” Bruce sent Constantine a glare for his near mistake, propping up the young boy onto his hip. Strangely enough, the child didn’t seem to mind being held by a stranger, happily clutching Bruce by the neck with his small little hands. So cute.

Someone really needed to stop Bruce before he whipped out the adoption papers again.

297 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Danny's death mark/scar

I've seen a lot of renditions of this idea/headcanon that I absolutely adore, there are versions where it's on one of his hands, or even on his back. There are so many ways that it can be done, which I've always soaked up and enjoyed. But version of this hc that's really stuck with me is:

What if it was on his chest? Right over his heart?

In this version of the hc, that would mean all the power of the portal-which, again, is the equal to ripping a hole in the fabric of the universe- was directed towards his heart. This would instantly kill him, while all this power would simultaneously revive him. Causing him to become a halfa. You could even argue that that's why Danny is just that powerful. All that power was directed at his chest which, as most of us headcanon in the phandom, is where his core would also be located.

A lot of us have always argued that the reason that Danny is so much more powerful than Vlad, and growing in power so much quicker, is because his death was instantaneous. While Vlad's was slower and over the span of many years, most likely.

And if all the power of an entire different dimension was directed towards the creation of his core, how powerful would that make Danny?

This is a concept I'll likely introduce in down the rabbit hole (goes the throne) eventually, and it's an idea you'll see in !!SPOILERS!! chapter 34 of lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood.

But more than anything... I just like it for the angst :P

1,019 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

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the-travelling-witch · 6 months

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holly, i might beg your pardon, but was this aggression really necessary? i stay away from tumblr for some days as real life matters bother me and i come back to:

1) aether back necklaces, belly button piercing, and other particular jewellery he could definitely rock (without nothing against kaveh, but aether oh my archons);

2) him being the scariest when holding the newspaper of doom;

3) that sweet, suggestive, flirty, audacious, delicious, awesome, perfect piece of a burst of affection that can easily turn into a spicy session;

all of them one after the other. i am known as a vampire of manners but dear archons, holly, should i think you're one hell of an evil witch? /lh my no longer beating heart could barely take in such beauty and audacity and wholesomeness and-

clears throat, regaining what is left of her composure

i might call on you for attempt murder, dear, because that was one hell of a way to get rid of this poor vampire /lh; i just had my weekly quota of blood but archons, did i get thirsty-

and to the anon who sent you the idea for the ramble: dear anon, should i suspect you're a vampire hunter of some sort?

now excuse me as i go gain back my composure and decency, i threw it out of the window after all of this... and the blond object of this whole letter won't stop smirking- archons how handsome he can be-

have a nice evening and a goodnight rest for me too, holly, because i know i won't get much sleep- sighs

ps: i read the post about people not even knowing the basic manners of pleasantries in matters of greetings and how rude! take some etiquette lessons from miss eula lawrence or lady ningguang, folks. you could use some, tch.

pps: always remember your writing is beautiful and ever-improving with each passing day, even it means it's turning in a deadly weapon for poor simps who are head over heels to the point of no return.

midnight vampire

[re: this, this and this]

haha, i’d say i’m sorry about all that but i could never lie to you <3 (i am sorry about how long it took me to get back to you, my goldfish attention span was overwhelmed by this many words no, how many i wrote on the weekend doesn’t count)

1) aether and kaveh are just very special babygirls (gn) to me, i want to decorate both them and myself with heaps of jewellery, like i need to

2) it’s just a fact

3) yes i was quite affected by that as well ㅠㅠ

an evil witch, you say? well it has been quite some time since somebody has referred to me as such, though the context was quite… different, let’s put it like that (luckily, this time my name wasn’t cursed in earnest ^^)

haha, dear, don’t worry, you’re quite safe from me; if i intend for someone to never wake up again… well, i’m sure you can imagine the rest; though death by invoking overwhelming feelings? that would certainly be a new one…

i’m sure my dear nonnie had no such intents either and i predict the object of your affection is more than willing to help quench that thirst of yours (in more ways than one); surely the need for sleep can be overlooked in a situation such as this <3

well, have a joyous night, dear~

p.s: how did you know fatality is what i’m striving for with these stories of mine? haha, i jest or do i?~

#┊✩彡 divine correspondence ♡#┊✩彡 cherished guests ♡#┊✩彡 letter from — midnight vampire ♡

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aglaxy · 2 years

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♡Yandere manhwa characters,

Headcanons♡ [Part 2]

Tw:Unhealthy relationships,obsessive themes,

Yandere,violence,blood,mentions of murder,

Manipulation,stockholm syndrome

Characters:Medea solon,cayena hill,

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Medea solon

��Medea is a very possesive and manipulative

Yandere who is also quite controlling.

•You and her first met when you're parents

Arrenged an alliance with her father,you met

Her as a smart and shy child who is very skilled

In swordmanship.

•Medea slowly gained a cute crush on you,the

More time you visit her and hang out with her.

And everyone notices it,making everyone tease

Her.

•Her nanny immediately liked you since you

Were the first person to ever make medea smile

Very brightly due to you're sweet nature.

•She admired you're dreams and hobbies,and of

Course you're whole being.you truly were the one

To be so kind to her besides her nanny and helio.

Her brother also liked you,since you are his

Little sister's friend and you even able to make

Her smile more in the mansion when you visit.

•Though,it can not say the same with helio as

He is envious of you.he sees you as someone

Naive and useless....so what did medea even saw

In you?he really envied you for getting medea's

Love and affection.

•As you two grew up,medea grew to gain even

Bigger feelings for you,her crush turned into

Hard love,into obsession.medea always make

Sure she was with you,making sure you ate and

Healthy,making sure you give you're attention

To her than anyone else.

•Medea also seemed not to mind you're

Kind and energetic nature as you always turn to

Make her fall for that smile like always.but

Of course,some nobles are going to insult and

Talk shit about you behind making medea beat

There asses very violently,she threatened them

In the most terrifying way to never try to insult

Her gorgeous dove.

•Yes,that is what she sees in you.a graceful but

Energetic dove who had the wings of freedom on

Their side,she always had this deep red blush

On her pale cheeks as she looked at you from

Afar not really listening to what the other

Astirocats are talking about at all.

•When it was the time you two met psyche,she

Almost viewed her as a rival if it weren't for her

Noticing the blonde girl always stalking her.you

Quickly warm up to the girl making psyche

Warm up to you as well.medea is chill about it,

But does get jealous when the two of you hang

Out while she trains and work hard for you to

Give her praise and time.

•She will give you a soft smile when you do

Praise her for the hardmanship she put herself

To,and she blushed hard when you admit on that

Was one of the reasons why you like her.

•Since you and her knew each other for a long

Time just as helio,so medea knows you for a

Life time and knows everything you like or

Dislike.it was weither her asking questions or her

Stalking very stealthily.

•Medea also knew about helio's feelings for her

But doesn't give a single damn since she had

Feelings for you instead leaving him heartbroken.

•You and her were the greatest friends anyone

Could ever ask for....but of course,good things

Won't last longer.you're family were turned into

Commoners making you and you're family a

Fallen noble all caused by her father,when she

Learned this,she was more than enraged.she

Wanted to make her father pay for making you

Left her,you were supposed to be with her

Forever!just like wife and husband/wife....but

Now it is all broken dreams because of her

Damned father for ruining everything!

•When she heard her father arranged her in

Marriage with the crown prince,she was angry at

First until she realized that this might be the time

Where she can finally overpowered her father,

And the perfect oppurtunity for you to bring

Back you're title.

•But of course,it all turned to shambles because

Of one bastard of a crown prince as he chooses

Psyche instead.returning home,she saw her

Beloved nanny dying by the hands of her father,

Her brother now leaving her.she couldn't take

It anymore.she needed at least someone she

Loved in her life,you.

•She truly needed you.please,comfort her,

Embrace her in you're arms,even a letter will

Make her pain go away for a little.

•Medea will be so happy when you did try to

Comfort to the best of you're abilities.she is so

Glad that she still had a person who cared and

Loved her.

"My dove...are you an angel?heh,who am i

Kidding?of course you are."

•This made her realize,she needed to make her

Moves fast.what if eros finds out you are her last

Weakness and will get rid of you? ....no.no,she

Won't allow it.there will be no fucking way that

She'll let you die by the hands of him.never.so,

This makes her force herself to work even harder

And it was the time where she and psyche

Switched bodies.

•Although,it was nice that she finally can get

Her revenge and you finally able to get back

You're honour.she hated,no...loathed the way you

Smile at psyche(who is in her body)it was the

Thing she despises since you are not techincally

Looking at her.instead,it was psyche.was she

Planning to steal from her again?

•That what has medea in mind but the truth was

Pscyhe thought that if you got to partcipate the

Ball,it might make you happy like old times when

You were still a noble.and not noticing the way,

Medea glare at her hatredly,she just continued

Being sweet to you while medea silently shakes

In rage and jealousy.

•After where medea and psyche make up,met

Perion,had a little agruement with helio and

Finally able to know that eros had feelings for

Her,medea knows she can win this little war of

Game.she manipulates eros to getting you back

The title of nobility,and tricked him into actually

Agreeing to his proposal.

•But,eros disappointed her when he told her,he

Will give you back that title when the marriage

Between him andd her are over.this,of course,

Enrages the future duchess solon but had no

Choice to make,she agreed.(as much as she

Hated it)

•After medea kills her father,she offered you to

Go to her mansion.once you got there,she

Asked you to be her assistant in order to save

Money for you're desperate parents searching

For a good job to help themselves,especially you.

Since,you don't want you're parents to suffer

Anymore,you took the job making her grin in joy.

•Medea never go hard on you,she gave you the

Smallest and easiest tasks,she lets you eat some

Of her food and always spoil you as well.this,

Gradtually made some servants jealous of you

But none had the guts to slander you as they

Never want to face the terrifying wrath of the

Duchess who can kill them in a second.

•As more time passes,medea grew and grew

Even more possesive of you.no one now ever

Talks to you anymore because of the memory

Of medea who intimidates and threatened them

If they even dared to talk to her dove,so as

Expected,every one of them kept silent as they

Still did want to live afterall.

•Remember when her relatives now slept in

Her house and saw you?well,one made a grave

Mistake on flirting with you.a noble male even

Had the nerves of trying to touch you making

You incredibly uncomfortable.medea got that

Information when you told her that,the noble

Never tries to look at you nor touch you ever

Again.since he had payed the price of losing his

A hand by the very wrath of the duchess.

•Everyone seems to even got more terrified,so

No one even looks at you now making medea

Feel joyful since they were able to learn that you

Belonged to her.and her only.none deserved to

Look at you're gorgeous figure as she can only

Take care of you right.

•Now,if you ever ask her on to why is no one

Ever talk to you anymore.she'll brush it off at

First,but if you keep answering her then she'll

Just had to make you stop.medea will trick you

Onto believing that none of the mansion ever

Talks because of there jealousy of you.they

Were so jealous of you being the duchess

Favorite,that they never talk to you out of spite.

•She carressed you're cheek,as she'll just

Smooth talk her way out of the question making

You forget on why did you even ask her that.

•But....you began to notice her very posessive

Acts,if you ever confront her about it,she'll

Think of it as it isn't a big deal but if you ever

Try to raise you're voice at her,then it is time for

You to see her ever true colors.

•She slapped you,hard.so hard,that it made

You bleed in the mouth ever so slightly.don't

Forgot that she was the one who ever taught

Helio he needs to know in this world,she'll look

At you with slightly angered eyes as she grabbed

You're wrist and drag you to her room.

•As you two got in,medea will punish you very

Harshly.she will grab a whip,and ordered you to

Stretch you're arms to her and when you did as

You are told out of fear,she whipped you're

Hand several times and it didn't took an effort to

Make you're hands red and bruised.

•Of course,she'll take care of you afterwards

Since she doesn't want her dove to be so hurt

Because of her.

•Now,expect to be punished severly if you ever

Think twice to yell at her again.either her

Breaking a bone or two,or her forcing you to

Be on you're knees until it's bleeding,or her

Starving you,or her slightly burning you're hands.

It was all for you to learn you're mistakes,don't

Blame her,besides....who was giving you money

To provide you're parents a good life?her.

•Medea will always use you're parents against

You and it always works.she smirked at the

Submussive face you gave her,the first time she

Mentioned you're parents.this gave her a sense

Of power than ever.and she could never be

Happy when you're parents thought she was

Treating you......."right".

•Now,you are a real dove in a cage.medea's

Pure and gorgeous dove,that will always be her

Possesion and love.nothing can take away her

Dove.nothing.

"There,there my dove....yes,i know this is very

Painful but,don't think of leaving.did you

Forget about you're parents?that's right.if you

Behave,they won't starve anymore,that's what

You want,yes?"

Cayena hill

•This princess is also a manipulative and

Obsessive but soft yandere.

•Cayena first met you as rezef's maid,when he

Was still in control of the lady in waitings,she

Never thought she could fall inlove in first sight

But here she was.

•She was incredibly confused to why she was

Feeling like this in the first place,she just met

You now so why is her heart beating so loudly?

•Cayena will continue to observe you if she

Had the chance.she saw how obedient and

Polite you are.such a clever thing,yet you're here

Just to serve her brother?not any longer.

•Cayena would definetely manipulate rezef into

Giving you to her,telling that you might be a

More valuable asset to her to make him the

Emperor.and since he's such a greedy little shit

For both the throne and for his sister's love,he

Gave you to her willingly.

•When you first met her,you saw just how

Gorgeous she is.her beauty was ethereal,you

Heard the rumours but goddamn,she was

Making you're eyes burn due to her beauty.

Anyways,you expected her to act bratty and to

Be a foolish princess but that didn't came as she

Acted elegant and graceful,something only a

True princess would act.

•Suprised as you are,you didn't waste anytime

To ask her what will be you're duties to serve her.

She smirked and told you that you will become

Her new lady in waiting,which isn't a suprise to

You but what did,was how soft and gentle she

Was to you.

•Elegant gestures,authoritive way of talking,

She really is different from the old princess you

Know of.

•Cayena really did want for you to see her as a

Princess you wanted to work with,a gentle

Lady who is capable of solving any problems.

That's what she succeeds in,and you believe

It as well since you can truly see her being the

Perfect empress for the empire.

•After months of working for her,also

Meeting olivia,vera and the other ladies in

Waitings,cayena grew absoloutely more and

More obsessive of you making her only letting

You work beside her only.this also results on

Julia,being jealous causing tantrums whenever

She saw you as the favorite lady in waiting.

•Which is kinda true,since everyone can see how

Fond the princess act towards you but that was

Not a excuse for the girl looking at you with

Very hateful eyes whenever she sees you.

•Rezef also is quite hateful towards you as you

Manage to make his lovely sister to be so soft

With you.it made him sick.it should be only him

That cayena should even act like that.but seems

Like fate wasn't on his side since cayena can

Now only think and talk highly of you,not him.

Not anymore.

•So that made him enrage but not wanting to

Be on his sister's bad side,he kept his emotions

In check.raphael doesn't hate you,but it is quite

Hurtful for him to see you and cayena together

Smiling and chatting oh so happily.he does not

Want to lose her,but anything to keep her happy.

So,the duke lets her go.

•Now,time skip when cayena meets ethel

Lindberg,who she claims to be her half sibling.

She got kidnapped and you were the one who

Barged into the prince's chambers as he read a

Book.yes,after a long time working with the

Princess you get attached to her.who wouldn't?

She was a kind and gentle princess,that you can't

Help but fall into her charms of grace.

•You kneeled and begged for the prince to go

And find her highness,he lifted you're chin and

You can see how angry he was.danger was

Written all over his being as he shuddered in

Rage when he heard you said that his beloved

Sister was kidnapped.

•To let out his anger,he stabbed and snapped the

Few of the people in his chambers while you

Tremble in his presence.you couldn't understand

How you used to work for him,sure you knew of

His very violent behavior but you didn't know

That it could get this far when his sister is

Involved.when he did head over to save his

Sister,you felt yourself breath again,you just

Hoped that cayena was safe.

•And speaking of the princess,she was not

Only worrying about herself,she was also

Worried about you.since she fell unconsious

A lot earlier,she can only think of you're safety.

She truly hoped that you aren't hurt,she begged

Herself for her not to think you aren't harmed

But she can't help but worry for you.

•She then got saved by the duke,and she

Thanked him quickly not after asking if you are

Alright.he answers her that yes,you are fine and

Not a single scratch was on you're body.she lets

Out a breath of relief,that is truly a relief.

•When cayena was brought back to the palace,

That is how everything were placed into danger

As she grew to be more visible on showing her

Affections towards you.people just thought that

The princess was only being kind,but you can

See how she loves to spoil you.

•It is always her routine to spoil you.indeed,ever

Since you worked for her it became a routine

That she loved,even if you get overwhelmed by

It,she still manages to spoil you with headpats.

•So,uh,remember her crazy ex husband?yeah...

When he learned about you,he was disgusted

That the princess was giving affection to a

Rat like you.he thought that you seduced the

Princess and when cayena visited him in his cell.

He explained to her that he could be a better

Lover than you could ever will be.

•This...just made the princess shoot him in the

Leg,making him scream in agony and pain.

"You dare speak such words to my beloved.?

Scum such as you,deserve nothing but death."

•And she did bring him death,she shot him

Multiple times,but of course the cell was empty

Because of her seducing the guards to get out

So she can talk to gillian alone.

•She knew it would be a great idea to steal

Rezef's gun,it was a perfect oppurtunity for him

To take the blame for her.when morning comes,

She'll put on a face and everyone will believe her.

Of course,anyone will believe her.she was the

One who got kidnapped,so of course it

Wouldn't be her.and no one will even suspect

That it's her.

•At this point,cayena managed to make you her

Lover and she absouloutely showered you with

Lots and lots of love and hugs and kisses.

•She's just so soft to you that no matter what

You do,she'll always take you're side.ALWAYS.

•Of course,cayena can see that you are starting

To act up to her but she'll just pat you're head

And soothe you with sweet words.if that doesn't

Work,then she can gently whisper to you're ear

That you're parents can always be on the line.

She's the princess of this empire,and you are

Her lover.enemies will be using you're loved ones

As hostages and they might even torture them.

Only SHE can save them as she is the princess.

•Cayena's punishments aren't bad,she will

Only scold you harshly like a child being

Disciplined by there mother.after that,she'll

Give you some kisses on the forehead and will

Assure you that she's just a little mad at you.

•Cayena might also try and make you're loved

Ones use you as a tool of power.so that the only

Person you can only love and depend on is her.

And this will just make her obsession for you

Grown than it could ever will be.

•This will also just result in you loving her back,

As she is the one who gave you the affection

No one could ever give you.she is so happy that

Her beloved loves her back,you are her beloved.

Hers and hers alone.

"My beloved...you always look so precious!

Oh,i love you so much.my,did i spoil you

Rotten again?"

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#cayena hill #the villainess is a marionette #medea solon #your throne #manhwa #manhwa x reader #yandere #yandere cayena hill #yandere medea solon #yandere manhwa #gender neutral reader #cayena x reader #medea x reader #medea x y/n #cayena x y/n #yandere x reader

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entroangell · 3 years

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Hi I’m a clown breeder who pushed the ethical breeding of clowns, I believe clowns are no different than us, and should deserve all the love and care. So I thought I would share a beginners guide to owning a clown or clowns.

BEGINNERS GUIDE TO CLOWN OWNING 🖤

1. Selecting a clown

selecting a clown may be hard, but they differ through each and every one. I recommend picking a calmer clown that likes having alone time and doesn’t need much space. The ideal clown for a beginner. Avoid getting a feral clown.

2. Picking a breeder to buy from

I recommend buying from an ethical breeder, however if you wish to give a badly treated clown a new home I won’t bash you either. Just rob them for said clown so they aren’t receiving any monetary gain. Look out for clown breeders who may raise clowns themselves and care for their actual wellbeing. As well as breeders that want you to have a positive experience with your new clown.

3. The basic needs

Every clown is different, but of course every clown needs the following basics.

A space to themselves (a room, a backyard, a large cage, etc, depends on size)

A balanced diet (sweets, desserts, fruit, diet varies by clown.)

Daily practice and exercise (for about 10-80 minutes)

a place to sleep (a human bed, etc, depends on size)

Social Interaction (other clowns, you, animals and other pets, other people)

4. Raising & caring

When raising your clown, you should raise & care for them like they’re your child. Accommodate to their individual needs and interests. Give them attention and affection.

Clowns and their social abilities vary, some clowns prefer to live in packs, others prefer to be alone. Observe your clowns social behavior, have them interact with other clowns and see how they respond! If positively you should see about purchasing some more clowns for the optimal environment.

Most clowns eat at least once a day, so once again observe your clowns behavior and adapt to their preferred eating schedule. Most clowns from my experience prefer sweet foods and desserts, but another clown may want some meat. By the way some clowns will try to murder you if you do not feed them, so be sure you’re feeding them correctly.

#clown husbandry #clowns #clowns tw #joke #this is a joke

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malleux · 3 years

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☆ Day 5 - Prince Kaeya ☆

-> kaeya x fem!reader | royalty!au

-> fluff

-> warnings: dead parents, alcohol, kaeya gets a little slutty at the end

-> “pick a prince” masterlist

a/n: this one is a little shorter than the rest, but i couldn’t find a good enough conflict for it! thanks for being so patient with me.

So I saw you were with my… dear old brother yesterday.”

“You two obviously have two different opinions about each other.”

“Yes, well, he does think I killed our father.”

“Uh, what?”

Kaeya laughed and waved his hand. “I didn’t. I found his body and was there when Diluc arrived. Some things happened and we ended up fighting. He’s hated me ever since.”

There was a far-away look nestled deep into his icy eyes. One you wouldn’t have even noticed if it weren’t for the fact that you saw Diluc with the same look when he had confided in you about the situation earlier.

“I’m quite surprised he even spoke to you.” The man spoke again, “I didn’t think he’d actually try to gain your hand. With the way he comes off, some assume he’s not even into women.”

“The same could be said about you.” You quipped, causing Kaeya to whine.

“They think any man with a fashion sense is automatically gay. Can I not just be fashion-forward and love p-“

“I’m gonna stop you right there. First, you think you’ve got fashion sense? And why can’t you like both?”

“First,” Kaeya mocked you, “Fuck you. I do have fashion sense. And second, I don’t know! I probably could go for both, but I’m certainly not into men right now because I am incredibly attracted to you.”

You tried to ignore the blush rising to your face. “Romantically or lustfully? Because you seem like the kind to go for the second.”

“Every single sentence you say hurts me. But if it were just lust, I don’t think I’d be able to envision myself as your husband, which is what I’ve been doing since I ever laid eyes on you.”

“You’re a smooth talker.”

Kaeya rolled his eyes and picked up the nearly-empty bottle of Dandelion Wine- courtesy of Diluc’s kingdom- and topped off your drinks. You took a long swig, already knowing you’ll need it in order to keep up with the prince before you. Long conversations were held between the two of you and before you knew it, it was 3am and you both were beyond drunk. Kaeya had just finished sharing a story that left you cackling when the door to the kitchen swung open and a head peeked through.

“Y/N!” The voice gasped. Your mother came into the room fully, nearly shocked that you would be indulging in behaviors such as drinking with the prince.

“Ah, shit,” You murmured, “Mother, it’s not what it looks like-“

“It’s all my fault, your majesty.” Kaeya interrupted, “The princess was stressed and I offered her a few drinks so that she would feel a little better. I should’ve paid more attention to the hour and the amount that we had. I apologize.”

He bowed and your mother quirked an eyebrow. “Honesty is a rare trait nowadays, Prince Kaeya. I do hope that you possess it. Please, just get my daughter to bed safely.”

With that, she left. You let out a large breath that you had been holding, and laughed.

“Honesty is a trait that can be manipulated if needed,” Kaeya chuckled.

“Thanks for that, I really don’t think that I could’ve talked myself out of that one with my mind all foggy now.”

“You can repay me, you know.”

When you didn’t answer, Kaeya stepped towards you and pressed his hand against the wall behind your back, leaning in so that his breath tickled your ear. He smirked when you shuddered, loving the way his presence already had such an affect on your psyche. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you enjoyed the closeness nonetheless. His lips brushed against your ear as he spoke,

“Consider marrying me. You won’t regret it.”

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jayz4dayz · 3 years

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Kakegurui character headcanons that are canon in my eyes (Part 3)

Midari:

You already know this bitch has done hard drugs. She’s probably a dealer at Hyakkaou too ngl

Actually very intelligent and could get all A’s if she cared enough to

Canonly lesbian

She/they vibes

Hardcore energy drink consumer. Monster and Redbull cans are all over the floor of her dorm room

If you simp for her… ya got mommy and daddy issues, luv-

Is physically touchy toward everyone, but lowkey recoils when someone she doesn’t know or trust touches her

Actively tries to annoy the shit out of both Sayaka and Yuriko as her way of showing her affection

Night person

I can see her actively practicing witchcraft

Favorite holiday is Halloween

Probably has a glass eye somewhere but doesn’t bother putting it in because the eyepatch is a ✨look✨

Was the kid in school who ate glue or play dough

Is best friends with Sayaka. Do not fight me on this

Needs to go to therapy. Honestly, who doesn’t in that school

Weapon of choice is her revolver, of course <3

Will often lay in Yuriko’s lap because Yuriko actually lets her. It’s one of her favorite things to do when she needs to unwind

Slytherin. 100% a Slytherin.

Has at least one tattoo somewhere and nipple piercings too if we’re being honest

Can’t stand hot weather and prefers the cold

Avid fan and listener of the band Mother Mother

Canonly almost shot a person on accident or on purpose with her revolver

Will flirt with Kirari just to piss off Sayaka

Will flirt with Yuriko just to see her get flustered

(Y’all can come after me all you want for this one) Has a crush on Yuriko

ESTP-A personality type

Has a pet tarantula

Most likely had a pen explode in her mouth while she was chewing on it in class at some point

Everyone asks “where is Midari?” but no one asks “how is Midari?”

Favorite color is black or purple

For SURE owns at least one choker

Yuriko:

Refuses to take hard drugs but has accidentally gotten high off her ass from an edible. Midari’s edible, mind you

Is the mom friend of the group

Owns a minivan and drives Midari and Runa places

Has a dent on the side of the same minivan because Midari hit the side of it with a shopping cart that Runa was in

Nurse vibes tbh

Keeps her eyes closed because she’s lowkey blind and can’t see much anyway

Ravenclaw all the way

Was a horse girl in elementary school

Has either really beautiful emerald green eyes or average Hudson-river colored brown eyes. Will we ever know?

Is secretly a cat girl. Why else do you think I used that image in particular for her

Easily flustered

Has a crush on Midari but is still confused about her sexuality

She sure as hell ain’t straight tho. Not in that school...

An only child

Is struggling, but wears a smile regardless

Stepped on a butterfly once and sobbed

Ya know... say what you want, but I get vegetarian/vegan vibes from her

Avid hot tea drinker

Has pollen allergies

Morning person

Prefers warmer weather and hates the rain

Has spa days with Yumemi once and a while

Can’t lift anything heavier than twenty pounds probably

Would be on the Volley ball team if she wasn’t head of the Culture Club

Several girls in her club have a huge crush on her and compete against Midari to gain her affection and attention

Has straight A’s

Idk why, but I can’t see her knowing how to swim

Gets cold easily

Wears kimonos even when she’s at home

Enjoys reading classical literature

Also enjoys listening to classical music

Would never admit this, but she listens to K-pop

Has a hidden talent for drawing

ISFJ-T personality type

Weapon of choice is a bo-staff (which is really just a broom stick) or Midari

Can speak Japanese, Korean, and Mandarin

Runa:

Has absolutely done crack and likely a handful of other drugs

Has a sugar addiction, but we already knew that one

G R E M L I N E N E R G Y

Most likely has ADHD or ADD or both even

I saw somewhere that said she’s 18?? Like, what?? She looks like she’s 12 tf...

Asexual/Aromatic icon

Hufflepuff vibes, but I can also kinda see her as a Slytherin

Jokingly homophobic towards Kirasaya and Yuridari

Will drink nothing aside from soda or energy drinks

Not a furry, contrary to popular belief. Just enjoys her onesies. Let her live her life jeez

Canonly a baddie

Short, but will not hesitate in destroying your kneecaps

Actually really close to the Momobami and Ikishima family

Plays video games with Midari almost every day after school since Aoi left

Ironically uses “UwU” and “Ara, ara” but does not ironically call people a simp. Can you blame her? She’s surrounded by wlw

Will beat you in Mario Cart. Yes she will. I don’t care how good you think you are

Has managed to not break a single bone in her body despite her size

Is good at every subject except for geography

Can’t drive, but owns a scooter which she’ll use to get to school if Yuriko is unable to drive her

Owns a pair of Heely’s with wheels

Unironically wears socks with sandals

Also wears crocs

Listens to rap

Is fast af. “Zoom, zoom, bitches!”

Secretly a badass gambler

Gets approximately 2-5 hours of sleep each night because she stays up playing video games

Naps during her classes

Listens and ignores whenever Kirari is pining over Sayaka and talking to her about it

ENFP-A personality type

I can see her owning a hedgehog for some reason, but also a rabbit

Would probably get away with murder if we’re being honest

Is not a natural blonde

Two faced. Like seriously, don’t get on this bitch’s bad side. She’ll destroy you

#kakegurui #kakegurui headcanons #midari ikishima #Yuriko Nishinotouin #runa yomozuki #midari x yuriko #yuridari #kirasaya #These headcanons are becoming more and more crackish #I rly wanna make one more of these

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restlessfandoming · 3 years

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“the president and the troublemaker” (part 8) (chilumi fic)

“Lumine is the student council president and Childe is the school’s number one troublemaker. They cross paths more than they’d like. Especially when Childe finds out Lumine’s big secret. Highschool AU à la Kaichou wa Maid-sama.”

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7]

existence is a prison :’)

[Fic Masterlist] // [AO3 Link] // [Main AO3]

the president and the troublemaker (part 8)

Cross jab with your right arm.

Lumine lunged towards her opponent with her right arm.

Throwaway jab with your left.

As her opponent blocked her right arm, Lumine quickly threw her left arm out, forcing them to blink and react to the oncoming hit.

Follow the momentum.

Planting her left foot on the ground, she let the force of the punch swing her body around, then slammed her right foot into her opponent’s head.

And there you have a successful spinning heel kick.

Lumine let the air relax out of her body as the man crumpled to the floor, and the bells rang. The crowd around swelled into cheers as the referee held her hand up, signaling her victory. Her amber eyes roamed around the arena, noting all the audience reactions: the nods of approval, the tilting heads of curiosity, the quick Internet searches on phones—who is this girl?

She was starting to gain attention here in Snezhnaya, as her win rate at the moment was at an astounding 100% thus far. She had quickly gained the nickname “Abyss Princess” due to Kaeya’s “innocent” portrayal of her in his promotions, juxtaposed with her destructive lethality in the ring.

“You learn quick,” Childe said as Lumine walked into the locker room. “I only taught you that move once,” he added. “And yet you executed it perfectly.”

“That’s Lumine for you,” Aether said, handing her a towel and a water bottle. “Great job, as always, sis.” She nodded as she gratefully chugged the water down (purposefully ignoring Childe.)

Kaeya sauntered into the room shortly after, clapping slowly while a grin pulled at his lips. “I come bearing good news.”

“Free dinner?” Lumine guessed.

Aether nodded. “Seconded.”

“Even better.” Kaeya held up an official looking document. “Our little Lumine just got her first sponsor.”

Lumine almost dropped her water bottle. “No way!” She ran up to the blue haired captain. “Who is it?!”

Her manager looked down at the slip of paper in his hands. “A wealthy traveling merchant named Ivanovich.”

Lumine turned towards Aether excitedly. “A sponsor!”

“A sponsor!” he echoed as the two shared a hug.

“What does this mean now?” Lumine asked Kaeya.

“It means we get to celebrate!” He gave her a closed eye smile. “How about a little vacation?”

* * *

Wow.

Lumine audibly gasped as she stood atop the hill overlooking the beach before her.

Being from a poor family, she and Aether never got to travel much; it was the first time either of them had been to the beach (or really vacationed for that matter) and it did not disappoint.

The glowing sun reflected brilliantly off the vivid blue waves, the water lapping at the fine, white sand with various stations of colorful towels and umbrellas set up throughout the shore. Lumine smiled as she saw families running along the sand, playing volleyball, and children joyfully splashing in the water.

“So this is the beach,” Aether said in wonderment beside her.

Lumine nodded as the two of them both breathed in deep, taking in the scent of salty waves and warm summer air. “It’s more beautiful than I could’ve ever imagined,” she whispered.

“Is this your first time at the beach?” Kaeya asked the two of them. After the twins nodded, he smiled, and continued, “Well, I hope you two truly enjoy yourselves then.”

“I can’t remember the last time we could just relax like this,” Aether said as the trio made their way towards the beach house they were renting for the weekend.

Since she could remember, her whole life (Aether’s too) had been jam-packed with work or school obligations; it would be nice to get away from everything, even if just for a few days.

She let out a yawn as she opened the door to the house. “Let the relaxation begin...” She froze in the doorway as her eyes landed on Childe laying on the couch. “...now.”

The orange-haired troublemaker opened his eyes slightly, then sat up and stretched. “Took you guys long enough. I’ve been waiting all morning.”

Lumine hadn’t moved an inch. “...Why is Childe here?”

“Well, I had to invite your coach, didn’t I?” Kaeya answered. “I hope that’s alright.”

“Is there a problem, Lumi?” Aether asked, concerned.

Ever since the rooftop incident, Lumine had found herself...restless around Childe. After she had gotten home from studying at his place, she thought about it—really thought about it—and neither of them had mentioned the fact that he had kissed her.

Had it been a figment of her imagination? Was he just messing with her?

Romance wasn’t something she knew. She could read textbook after textbook, fight opponent after opponent, but love? She was completely in the dark.

And it wasn’t something she could casually discuss with Aether or her friends. Her friends knew nothing about her and Childe, and she was sure Aether would murder Childe on the spot if he knew anything romantic was happening between the delinquent and his beloved twin sister. As far as he knew, Childe and Lumine got along well as coach and student, and were friends as a result of that.

Like at the hospital, she got flustered around Childe. She absolutely hated it, because she couldn’t figure out how or why—she couldn’t control it. And she especially hated it because Childe seemed to relish in the fact that she seemed so affected by him.

The simplest things he would do—the slightest glance in her direction, a brush of the hands—sent her heart into a frenzy.

Do..Do I love him back?

Her throat went dry at that prospect.

I don’t know.

She didn’t know.

So, she had hoped that the trip would bring her some clarity after time away from Childe, and hoped that upon her return, things would go back to normal.

But here he stood in front of her.

“Lumi, is everything okay?” Aether repeated.

Lumine cleared her throat. “Yup, everything is fine.” She rushed towards the stairs. “I’ll be in my room.” And with that, she disappeared into the closest bedroom she could find, slamming the door shut.

We’re just friends, she told herself. He is your friend, and your coach.

She clenched her fists. It was most obviously a joke, right? Why else would he have done it, and not mention it ever again?

Lumine let out a maddening laugh. Yes, that’s exactly it. It’s just another scheme of his to cause trouble for me.

She looked out her window, at the sparkling sea just lengths away. Well, she wasn’t going to be bothered by it, or him, any longer. Not when she was on vacation at least.

She rifled through her duffle bag, pulling out a bikini, and slipping it on. It was simple, black, only decorated with minimal frills, but it was quite revealing (especially compared to her normal attire). It definitely wouldn’t have been Lumine’s first choice of swimwear, but it was one of the cheapest swimsuits she could find on short notice.

She took a deep breath in, already imagining how relaxing the cool beach waves would feel on her skin. Excited, she yanked her door open quickly—

Only to find Childe standing there, his hand outstretched as if he were about to open the door himself.

Lumine’s face fell. “What do you want?”

“I was just coming to check on you,” he said with a smile. Then his eyes trailed down to her attire, and his face fell as well. “What are you doing?”

Lumine crossed her arms. “Obviously about to go swimming.”

“In that?” he asked lowly.

Feeling the heat crawl up her back, she shook her head. Not going to let him affect me. “Yup. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” She started to push past him.

He reached out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

“Childe, what are you—”

He pulled her towards him, and then wrapped his arms around her waist, pinning her back against his chest. She felt a sharp twinge on her shoulder.

...

He was biting her. He was biting her.

Lumine gasped, and struggled out of his hold. When she finally broke free, she whipped around, her hand rubbing her shoulder. Childe’s blue eyes glinted at her as he used the back of his hand to wipe at his lips.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Lumine hissed. Her thumb traced over the ridges left behind by his teeth.

“You know, if you wear that,” Childe said simply, eyeing her swimsuit, “everyone’s going to ask about that bite mark on your shoulder.” An innocent smile. “You don’t really want that, now do you?”

Her jaw fell open and she ran back into her room, checking her shoulder in the mirror. Sure enough, the area he had bitten down on was blemished red, and only grew more and more noticeable as the seconds ticked by.

She turned towards Childe, who was leaning on the doorframe, her eyes bewildered. “Why would you—”

Aether and Kaeya’s voices travelled up the staircase. There were people coming. And she had a kiss mark for all the world to see.

She quickly grabbed a t-shirt from the clothes she had just changed out of, and yanked it over her head as her brother and her manager walked by.

Aether stopped, looking at her curiously. His eyes flickered to Childe as well. “Are you guys going swimming?”

“Yes!” Lumine answered quickly, shuffling out the door. Hopefully, the faster she got away, the less chance there was for Aether to realize something had happened.

“...In your t-shirt?” Aether asked.

Lumine shrugged, doing her best to act nonchalant. “I got a little cold.” She started running down the stairs. “Catch you guys later!”

WIthout looking back, she ran until she had reached the shore of the beach, then let out a long sigh of relief at finally being alone.

What in the absolute hell is wrong with Childe?

Her fingers ghosted over the bite mark once again, a fire burning in her core. Why had he done that? Wasn’t that something only lovers did to each other?

Lovers…

!!!

Lumine swore her head exploded, and was sure the rising steam would be visible from miles away.

She stomped down the shoreline, heels digging into the shifty sands, desperately trying to distract her thoughts.

Miraculously, her thoughts drowned out as she approached a bustling crowd gathering before her. The noise was instantly familiar—the cheers, whoops, and gasps of an ongoing fight. Raising an eyebrow, she made her way through the people, until she was at the front line.

In the middle of the crowd, there was a large open space with three different circles—indicated by lines drawn in the sand—and within each circle were two people wrestling. Nearby each of the circles, a tall lifeguard chair stood, where a referee sat overlooking their respective match below.

Lumine turned to a stranger next to her, and asked what was going on.

“Oh, it’s the weekly beach wrestling competition!” they answered happily.

“A competition?” Lumine pondered for a second. An image of a free food voucher flashed in her mind. “...Are there any prizes?”

“Eh, most people just like to do it for fun,” the stranger said. “But if you win, you get all the earnings from entry fees!”

At the mention of money, Lumine instantly perked up. Not to mention tossing people around in the sand sounded like the perfect way to blow off some steam. “Where do you sign up?”

They looked at her curiously. “Right over there.” They gestured to a table set up underneath a makeshift awning. “But I should warn you: it’s usually an...all male competition, dear.”

Lumine was already waking away, stretching out her arms. Wrestling, huh? Not too different from what I do regularly, right?

As she passed the brawling rings, she took note of every competitor’s strengths, their statures—any information that would help her win in the near future. The stranger was right: there was no other female in sight, except as spectators.

And when Lumine walked over to sign up, there was a mix of reactions from those all around. Scrutiny, disbelief, doubt and arrogance—there’s no way she’s going to get far, right?

A smirk pulled at the corner of her lips.

Let’s prove them wrong.

* * *

Where did she go?

Childe squinted down the shore, eyes searching for that blonde head of hair. After Lumine had dashed out of the house, he decided to wait briefly before going after her. Of course he knew she was freaked out over what happened, but it had to be done.

One look at her attire, and his blood boiled over the thought of guys looking her up and down, innocence the furthest thing from their minds.

She was probably out there, kicking up a storm on the sandy shoreline, her head rattling with confusion at his actions. She was so endearingly naive about the intricacies of romance, as evidenced by her reaction to his confession of love, to which they had yet to discuss.

He wasn’t going to push it; he could always see the gears turning in her head when he showed any romantic interest towards her, and too much stimulation would probably overload her circuits. Not to mention the fact she would run away when confronting her feelings. But they would need to talk about it, eventually.

God, she was going to be the death of him.

He couldn’t quite put a finger on when he had realized he was actually in love with this short, tempered blonde, but when he did, it only made complete sense.

He wasn’t a stranger to romance. He knew he had the looks and the demeanor that just made girls gravitate to him, but he had never found interest in anyone. He just wanted to fight and train, train and fight—anything to get stronger and stronger.

But then that night.

Every so often, he would visit those illegal fighting rings, his interest only piqued for potential worthy opponents. Alberich’s ring was far out of the way, and he visited it rarely.

That night was the first time he had seen Outlander in the ring.

They had immediately grabbed his attention: the mask definitely showed they were hiding something. And that always made for an interesting fighter. They then proceeded to absolutely obliterate their opponent in the ring. An even more interesting fighter.

After the match, Childe made his way around the back, hoping to speak to this Outlander character. And the rest was history.

It had been the most enjoyable time of his life watching Lumine swap from the diligent student council president, to the powerful, bloodthirsty Outlander. Everything else she did—the way she carried herself, her resilience, her stubbornness, how her face softened when she was thanking him—everything else just pulled at his heart like nothing else ever had.

He really couldn’t bear to stay away.

Childe sighed, continuing his walk down the beach.

And he really couldn’t control himself around her.

A group of boys around his age jogged past him. He caught a few words they were saying as they passed: “hot,” “blonde,” “fighter.”

His jaw clenched, and he followed them closely as the sinking feeling grew in his gut.

The boys disappeared into a large, boisterous crowd, and Childe peered over the heads of spectators watching a wrestling match before them.

A flash of amber eyes and that gray t-shirt she had thrown on earlier; it was exactly as he suspected. Somewhere, somehow, even at the beach on vacation, Lumine was in the middle of a fight.

She was winning, but sloppily. Obviously, she was still affected by earlier. Sloppy moves would lead to defeat, and more importantly, injuries.

Time to step in.

Perhaps this was also a way to get through to her. A common tongue they both spoke.

He made his way over to the sign-up, paid his entrance fee, and stood before the printed brackets. He traced Lumine’s name, looking over the line of opponents he would need to beat to get to her.

He walked over to the queue of fighters. He started stretching his limbs, feeling the heat of the battle pool in his muscles.

Get ready, Lumine.

The crowd burst into cheers as Lumine pinned her opponent to the ground. As she stood, Childe saw her glowing grin split across her face. He smiled to himself as well.

Here I come.

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Since The Ghost and Molly Mcgee has gained more attention lately thanks to the release of the opening i'm going to write a summary about the New York panel that took place last year.

I'm not sure if people have watched the New York panel but i would like to write it for those who missed it or haven't watched it yet.

First: Here is the The ghost and Molly MCgee New York panel from last year ( it lasts around 38 minutes).

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Now here is the summary.

The show is inspired by Bill Motz and Bob Roth's (creators of the show) friendship. Molly's personality is inspired by Bill's while Scratch's personality is based of Bob's.

The ghost and Molly Mcgee is mainly about Molly and Scratch's friendship. The focus is how they grow closer as the series avances.

The curse in the series is the result of Molly's family moving to the house where Scratch lives. Scratch doesn't want to share his space with Molly, so, he puts a curse on her that makes him follow her wherever she goes. This rapidly backfires when Molly thinks that now Scratch is her friend.

The series is going to have 1 minute song per episode. They are important for the themes and plot of each episode.

Ashly Burch, Molly Mcgee's voice actress, talks about how Molly is different from your "happy girl character" in the sence she has to learn about tons of things such as how to be a good friend. She talks about she likes how Molly is a flawed character.

Dana Snyder, Scratch's voice actor, talks about how Scratch "Tries to be a jerk, but deep down he wants to make friends".

Ashly talks about how she has cried a few times while recording the episodes. Dana Synder later adds he would love to watch the show when is finished. "It has so many layers to it".

The storyboard artists and voice actors are given freedom to add their own ideas and jokes to the script of the series. They mention how the joke near the end of the 2 minutes sneak peek came up thanks to Dana and the storyboards artists. They explain this with great detail in the panel. (From 10 mins to 15 mins mark)

The show is animated by Mercury Studios.

Ashly and Dana are the ones singing the Opening's song of the series.

The songs vary in genre depending on the episode and themes.

Ashly says that one of the things she likes the most about The ghost and Molly Mcgee is how cozy it feels. It reminds her of the animated series she used to watch when she was younger.

A few times during the panel the crew talks about how in the show there is more than it meets the eye. They mention how it has sad moments as well.

Bill Motz says "the series deals with some hard stuff at times". "It goes to some places you wouldn't expect". Despite this the show is still very lighthearted. "There is no cynicism in this show".

Bob Roth is excited for the people to watch how Molly and Scratch's relationship develops.

Ashly talks about how the episodes are self contained but there are some story arcs too.

A double part episode about reviving dead people from the town and building a band show is mentioned.

Bill Motz talks about how they are going to be "Subcurses" to the curse that affects both Molly and Scratch. He talks about a episode in which Molly and Scratch dare each other to only say "Yes" and "No" for 24 hours.

Bob Roth mentions a murder mystery episode. He says he is very proud of the crew who work in the show.

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Let Me Love You Part One

Request: by Anon: Hi! I saw you're taking requests for the Witcher and we wondering if you could do a Geralt x female reader fic where the reader feel their feelings are one sided for Geralt. Perhaps she tries to ignore it but over time it hurts too much seeing him with other women and eventual feels unneeded and tries to part ways hoping some time away will help. Big shock it doesn't and Geralt tries to find her? I'm in need of that sweet dose of heavy angst with a happy ending I hope this isn't too specific!

Summary: Y/n is tired of hurting and makes a big decision. When Geralt goes after her and finds her, he’s faced with a bigger situation than he anticipated.

Characters: Geralt, Y/n, Jaskier, OMC!Matteus, mention of Yennefer

Word Count: 2,906

Warnings: angst, mentions of blood, tiny bit of Jaskier fluff, cursing

Author’s Note: So this is going to be a two parter since again my writing and ideas got away from me! I hope you guy’s like this! I am currently working on chapter 2 for You’re Mine Omega but I don’t have a definite date to when I’ll be posting it! Sorry guys! Shoutout to my beautiful girl @queenxxxsupreme for always being the best support and helping me out by betaing! Give her love! Tag lists and requests are open so if you’d like to be tagged or you have a request, shoot me an ask! As always, thanks for reading and feedback is always welcome/needed!

Never in your life did you think you'd be jealous of a prostitute but here you were. You watched as Geralt walked off towards the town's brothel and clutched the reins to your horse tighter. Jaskier noticed as you glared at the Witcher's back and put his hand on your shoulder, pulling you with him towards the tavern. Walking in, you found the farthest table against the corner, and sat there, sulking as you watched some patrons eye you and Jaskier silently. Jaskier came over with two mugs of ale, passing one to you. You gripped the mug tightly as you stared at the drink, as if it had murdered your kin. "How long are you going to keep subjecting yourself to this, Y/n?"

"As if this was my choice."

"It may not be but why torture yourself? I see how it affects you, darling, and it worries me."

"It's my own fault. I fell for him. I wrote my own fate really." Jaskier just shook his head as he strummed his lute absentmindedly. You never planned on telling the bard about your unrequited feelings for Geralt but he caught on pretty quickly after traveling for a few months with the both of you, that you really didn't have to tell him in the first place. He noticed your stares, your lingering touches, and he heard you. He listened to the way you tried to silently cry yourself to sleep when Geralt left to spend the night at a brothel or he slept with someone he saved. Jaskier grew worried about you.

The night you told him, you all had stopped at a small town to rest for the night. You stopped at the town's tavern and you had drunk way more than your weight in Ale. You stumbled back to the room you had booked, next to the boys, but really, you tumbled into Geralt's room. It was, of course, empty. You screamed and sobbed into the quiet room until Jaskier came running in, finding you a mess on the floor. He instantly took you in his arms as you cried in his chest and confessed everything, confessed your love for the Witcher. Jaskier listened silently as you poured your heart and soul to him about how much everything was hurting you. You couldn't even look at Geralt anymore because you'd burst into tears. You knew he cared about you, that much you knew, but he cared about you in a painful way, he cared about his friend. After that night, Jaskier never left your side, didn't even let you room alone. You were grateful for his constant attention and care, but it was just another reminder. There were moments where you swore Geralt was more grumpy and short with Jaskier, glaring at him here and there when he wouldn't leave your side, but you always marked it as wishful thinking and moved on.

You had been traveling with Geralt for almost two years. He had saved you from a monster and you took a huge interest in the profession. After following him through a few towns, he finally reluctantly agreed to train you and let you tag along. It quickly turned into a great friendship and within the year, the two of you became a very known duo, getting even more popular when Jaskier began to sing ballads of the two. Even though you weren't a Witcher, Geralt considered you one and you took it as the best compliment he could've ever said about you. You wore the title proudly. You could never pinpoint the moment you fell in love with him. It was just a build up of tiny moments. The way he always saved food for you, or how close he got when he was training you. The way he got your weapons custom made with the Witcher symbols engraved on all of them. The way he treated you when you were really injured. There was a moment where you could even swear he felt the same about you but it came crashing down when Yennefer came into the picture. You knew you couldn't compete with her. She was gorgeous. You knew you weren't ugly, the way men hit on you consistently told you so but Yennefer was another league completely. So you did what you always did, stepped back and watched as Geralt chewed your heart and spit it out time and time again.

"You could still tell him."

"You've gone mad bard. Compose your song, would you?" Jaskier only snorted as a faint smile painted his features but soon it was replaced with a scowl and a deep sigh left his chest.

"You deserve to be loved as much as you love him."

"You know what I think Jask?" The bard stopped playing with his lute as his eyes watched your sunken form. Ever since the night you confessed everything, you had been draining yourself. You looked sick, pale, dark bags under your eyes. You were more fidgety and even eating became a forgotten thought. Jaskier pushed you as much as he could but it was like you gave up. Jaskier couldn't count how many times he yelled at Geralt, told him off for not caring about you enough, berated and scolded him. "I'm tired."

"We can go get a room for the night and then we can tal-"

"No J. I'm tired. I don't think I ca- Geralt?" Jaskier looked to his side as Geralt sat at the table, next to him. He clenched his jaw as sweet perfume filled his senses. Jaskier glared at Geralt. He knew the scent belonged to the prostitute he slept with and was covered in it. His eyes snapped to you as you took a shaky breath, trying to breathe through your mouth, the scent almost like poison in your lungs.

"I thought you were busy for the night." You looked at Jaskier solemnly. It wasn't like him to snap at Geralt but it seems the two were at each other's throats all the time. Geralt only grunted in response as he took your untouched ale and drank a bit. You stayed quiet as your eyes fell to the table. The scent that was undeniably all over Geralt made you sick. Just another reminder that you could never be what he wanted. You stood up and left without a word, pulling your hood over your head. You walked out of the tavern, Jaskier hot on your heels. "Y/n?"

You didn't respond and he followed you to your horse as you rummaged through your bags, making sure you had everything. You noticed Roach in the next stall and sighed as you rubbed his nose softly. The horse huffed at you, almost like he could read your mind, knowing about what you were going to do. Roach nudged your shoulder hard, making you look at him. You willed the tears away and kissed his nose gently." Don't make this hard on me Roach." You spoke quietly, only wanting him to hear you. Once you gained your composure, wiping the tears away, you walked over to Geralt's satchels.

Searching through his things, you took a couple of herbs and one of your shirts that was yours. You looked at the things you had gifted him through the years and felt your eyes water once more. You pulled out the pin you had bought him at a shop when you first met him. You smiled to yourself, remembering how confused he was when you handed it to him. It was a pin with a wolf, a girl hugging the wolf protectively. You always joked and said it was the two of you, that you would be the one who'd protect him. You pushed the memory out of your head as you dropped the pin back into his satchel. You noticed a few other of your shirts, including your favorite one. Geralt had claimed it one night after a rough job and never gave it back, not that you'd take it from him anyways. You left the rest of your things that you really didn't need in Geralt's satchels. Jaskier watched you as you took some things, stuffing them into your satchels. He reached up and grabbed your wrist gently, making you stop. "Look at me, darling." You stared at the floor before you did as he asked, finally catching his worried eyes. They softened as he looked at you, wiping away the tears that had fallen on your cheeks. "Are you sure this is what you want to do?"

"You were right. Why am I doing this to myself? I deserve better and I won't find it following him to the ends of the world. I-" You sighed quietly as you hugged Jaskier tightly, burying your face into his chest. "I need some time." Jaskier finally let himself smile softly in relief as he pulled back to look at you.

"I will miss you. Who's going to tell me shitty jokes while we travel?"

You laughed into his chest, taking a deep breath. "Take care of him." You squeezed him before pulling away, and jumping onto your horse. You nodded towards Jaskier before riding off into the night, disappearing through the woods. Jaskier swallowed thickly as he left to his room for the night, knowing if he got close to Geralt, he would probably go off on him.

Geralt had stepped out of the tavern wondering why you and Jaskier were taking too long to come back in. He saw Jaskier's back as he walked towards the inn and figured that you had retired to your room and Jaskier was following. He felt his heart drop just a bit as he thought about Jaskier returning to your room with you. Geralt noticed it since the first day. He noticed how Jaskier never left your side, always was with you, hugging you, touching you affectionately, noticed the way you always slept together. It filled him with burning jealousy but he would never interfere with your relationship. He realized he was too late and he tried his best to ignore the feeling of his heart breaking little by little every time he was near the both of you. He fucked his way through every brothel in the towns the three of you stayed at but it was never enough. Nobody compared to you.

Geralt decided he needed a night to himself and walked off into the forest, towards a nearby river. He sat down on a large boulder and watched the stars the whole night, not even caring that he didn't get any sleep. Once the sun rose and the day was bright, he made his way back to town, noticing only Jaskier walking out of the inn. His brows furrowed but decided he wouldn't question it as he followed Jaskier into the tavern from the night before. He sat at the bard's table but Jaskier wouldn't look at him. "Jaskier?"

"You're a fool."

"Wha-"

"She left." Geralt was confused. Not from the bard's cold tone but from what he said. "What are you talking about?"

"Y/n left last night. She's gone." Geralt immediately stood, glaring at Jaskier. "And before you ask me where so you can go brood angrily and try to find her, she left because of you. I know you knew she loved you. She just couldn't handle it being unrequited."

Geralt pondered quietly on Jaskier's words as he slowly sat back down. He couldn't meet his eyes anymore as guilt filled him. "How would you know it was unrequited?"

"After all of that, you're going to say some bullshit like that?"

"Jaskier." Geralt growled his warning but he knew the Bard was right. He knew it too well. "You know how much I care about her. I wasn't going to make a move when she was with someone else."

"What are you talking about? She hasn't been with anyone since she started traveling with you."

"What about you?"

"Geralt, we were never together. Did you- did you think we were dating?"

"What else would I think?"

"That maybe she was getting sick and was unhealthy because of all the stupid pining she did after you that I was trying to keep her alive? Geralt, she was deteriorating. It was killing her. Not being loved back. I'm actually glad she left. She needs a life of her own." Geralt couldn't respond, staring at the table instead as he clenched his fists, trying to control his anger. He stood up abruptly once more, making his way out of the tavern, towards the stables. He needed to find you.

"Don't go after her."

"Stay out of this Jaskier."

"No!" Geralt sighed, letting his shoulders fall just a bit, turning to face Jaskier.

"She needs to know it wasn't just her."

"Give her time."

"She's had enough." With that, Geralt climbed onto Roach and road off towards the forest, unbeknownst to him, in the opposite direction from where you went, but Jaskier wasn't going to tell him that.

One year later…

You were bent down in front of the stream that was flowing in the middle of the forest, splashing some water on your face. The last hunt you had was gruesome and you were covered head to toe in monster blood and guts. You felt gross but you knew the next town over was a days travel and you would have to hold out. You heard the slightest shuffle behind you. Any other person wouldn’t have picked up the sound but Geralt had trained you relentlessly and you were really good at it. Your heart panged for a second as you thought about the Witcher. It had been a year since you had left him and Jaskier at the tavern but it was the best choice you could’ve made for yourself. Getting lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice someone creeping up closer behind you, leaning on a tree, watching you silently.

“You are a hard one to track.”

You didn’t move from your spot, continuing to wash your face even though your heart was pounding a million miles a minute. You instantly knew who it was but you couldn’t give into him like you always did. He chuckled quietly as he watched you act indifferent towards him. “You always did try to act tough, but you always forget I can hear your heart, dove.” You cursed him quietly as you stood from your spot and turned, facing him for the first time in a year.

“Geralt. I see you haven’t changed.” You turned to the side, walking past him, towards your horse and your makeshift campsite. You peeled off your dirty jacket, dropping it on a log as you rubbed your horse’s nose, it huffing back in response, eliciting a smile from you. Geralt followed you, standing near the fire you had started. He looked around at your set up, brows furrowing momentarily as he noticed a few things he didn’t recognize.

“You know me.”

“I used to.” You mumbled this under your breath but you knew he heard you. You couldn't move your head to look at him, scared of seeing any kind of emotion on his face. Geralt looked a bit taken aback by your comment but it had been a year, things were going to be different. He took a seat on the only log and watched you quietly.

“Are you going to tell me why you left?”

“No.” You realized there was nowhere else to sit and sighed exasperatedly, sitting next to Geralt on the log. You watched the fire quietly, feeling his gaze burning into the side of your face. It annoyed you how he felt like he could just walk back into your life and expect you to be as compliant as you used to be. You finally met his eyes and you saw the pain. He looked at you longingly.

“It took me a year to find you.” His voice had lowered as he slowly moved closer to you, raising an arm up to cup your cheek. “I missed you dove.”

You felt your eyes water at his confession. You couldn’t fall back into this hole. You pushed his hand away as you stood, pacing next to the fire. “No. You don’t get to miss me. You don’t get to just come back and think that I’m ready to drop everything and leave with you. You hurt me, Geralt, a lot and I can’t let you do that to me again.”

“I know.” Geralt stood and walked over to you, looming over you as he tried to touch you again, but you pushed away from him, putting some distance between the both of you. “I know I messed up, but I want to fix things. That’s why I’ve been looking for you. I need you to know that I lov-”

“Woo! I finally caught that deer that I told you I saw. We’re going to be eating plenty, my love.” Your eyes widened just a bit as they broke the lock they had with Geralt’s eyes to look at your lover, Matteus. He was holding a large, dead deer in his hands as he noticed you with a strange man, feeling confused. “Who’s this?”

You took a deep breath as you pointed at the Witcher. “Matteus, this is Geralt of Rivia. Geralt, this is my boyfriend, Matteus.”

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Voice and Style

an anon asked:

Do you have any tips for learning how to write in a different writing style?

and honestly i just went off the rails lmfao this is a long post, but hopefully it's useful. i wasn't 100% sure what you meant by style, but i assume you mean more along the lines of "voice" than the difference between like narrative, persuasive, etc. but let me know if you meant something else! what i'm going to do is 1) talk about voice in writing, 2) author voice vs character voice and examples, and 3) actually answer the question. i promise 1 and 2 are relevant to get to 3!

to start we need to break down what "voice" is. this is a term that gets thrown around a lot when people talk about writing, and i've heard people get a little heated about it lol but i'll give my take at least. there are actually two kinds of voice: the writer's voice, and character voice. we'll start by focusing on the former.

describing an author's voice is tricky, because it's largely subjective. some parts of it are concrete and easy to analyze, while others are down to the author's personality, perspective, and life experience. while it is something that you continue to hone as you gain experience, it isn't something you can measure or "rank" comparatively. so...what the hell is it lol

if we boil it down to the simplest components, here's what i think goes into voice: tone, syntax, word choice, and perspective. this isn't all that voice is, but these are the fundamental building blocks, and the way you use them is a mix of personal preference/affinity, your level of experience as a writer, and who you are outside of writing.

->tone is often described as the "attitude" of your writing, the mood you evoke with a combination of the other components. in "twelve moments in the life of an artist," david sedaris recounts his struggles with an attempt at an art career and a meth addiction, simultaneously. the subject matter is difficult and emotionally distressing, but because it's sedaris writing it, it's fucking hilarious. it's funny because of the tone, the ridiculous statements he makes, the witty observations and the flippant way he describes things. someone else could write the same story and make it a dramatic tragedy, but sedaris' tone is one of humor.

->syntax is the way a writer constructs their sentences. i know this sounds boring lol but it can play a huge role in a writer's voice. when do you use long and complex sentences versus short and simple ones? do you use repetition, and for what purpose? when do you use active or passive voice? for example, "the monster bit him" vs "he was bitten by the monster." these sentences mean the same thing but have a subtle difference in where the focus is. these might seem like small, insignificant details, but they can drastically change how a work sounds. the rhythm of your writing also ties into syntax.

->word choice is just how it sounds: what words do you use when you write? are you more of a "purple prose" type who likes flowery, detailed descriptions, or are you more sparse and "beige?" do you use certain phrases of colloquialisms?

->perspective is straightforward, too. do you like or have a tendency for 1st, 2nd or 3rd person? there's some variation in 3rd person, too, like omniscient 3rd or close 3rd. i think a writer's strength and preference in this, as well as when they deviate, also contributes to their voice.

but what about character voice? this is kind of similar, but limited to specific characters and how you portray them. it includes their dialogue and word choice but also their perspective or worldview, their opinions, and their personality expressed by their interactions. it's the kind of thing that differentiates characters speaking even without a speech tag to label them. there might be really extreme differences between character voices and the author's voice, depending on the character.

i always feel kind of narcissistic using my own work as an example lmao but i think changeling is a good example, since each passage is super focused on a particular character and their perspective. in first person, or close 3rd like this, a character voice can come out in narration. huntress sounds like this:

The hunt ends. Her catch, meager. Still, she will not waste it. Wolf Mother travels far to see the meat put to good use.

She walks the crossroads, strange paths through the strange world. Sniffs out the road she needs and steps through thick fog. Darkness gives way to orange autumn haze. Eternal harvest season. Blackened corn rots on the stalk. Machinery rusts in the fields. Bloated animal bodies decay in old barns. It is sad and stifling, the stench of forgotten things. And there—the farmer’s son. Lopsided boy. He stands on his porch, wiping blood and grime from his hammer. Distrustful, he watches Wolf Mother. Above, a slow-turning weathervane creaks.

her sentences are often short and choppy. the unusual syntax (the hunt ends. her catch, meager) gives it a feeling like a feral stream of consciousness. rotten corn, machine rust and bodies decaying are visceral, smelly descriptions because her sense of smell is especially strong and she relies on it to interact with the world. in contrast, ghostface sounds like this:

He’s hanging around Haddonfield when She comes calling, because he doesn’t have a realm of his own. Oh, no, no, no, of course it’s not a problem. He doesn’t mind at all, honest! It’s just, you know, he’s real good at this whole ritualistic murder thing. Got a knack for it, you might say. He was something of a professional before he ever got brought on board with an impressive résumé spanning most of the continental United States—not that he’s bragging, of course. He’s just experienced, motivated, highly-organized, versatile, and frankly, overqualified.

this is almost conversational. he's "hanging around," he's "got a knack for it," like the way you talk to a friend. his narration has a very informal and emotive vocabulary. he talks about his skill at murdering people like he's at a job interview, and he's extremely arrogant. my hope, as the author, is that all of this comes across and you get a strong sense of these characters just from brief passages.

finally, we can go back to the original question lol how do you write in a different "style?" i think you have to analyze different styles and voices, and figure out what you're going for. do you want to write something dreamy and surreal, or more dry and sarcastic? what tone are you going for, and how can your usage of word choice, syntax and perspective help you attain it?

i'm giving you homework lmao track down your favorite book and try analyzing the author's voice. take some notes on the tone, and if it contrasts the subject matter or genre (is it cynical? is it nostalgic? is it a lighthearted, fairy tale-esque fantasy or a more somber, gothic one?). also pay attention to the word choice. how vivid or descriptive is the prose? does it evoke certain imagery or themes? (in kraken by china mieville, a story about a giant squid that goes missing from a museum and the chaos that follows, he uses a lot of water and squid metaphors.) use the elements of voice listed above as a checklist of things to look for. if there's a certain writer you want to emulate or take inspiration from, studying their work like this could help a lot.

one last thing: since we talked so much about voice, i want to ask why you want to change your style. you can ignore this part if you want lol this is just a pep talk and something i think is good to mention. if you want to focus on differentiating character voices, or trying out a new style for fun, that's awesome! you can and should experiment with style, but remember that your voice as a writer is something unique to you. it's not something that you have to fundamentally change. we can all learn from other writers and hone or refine our style, but i think who we are on a personal level affects our affinity for certain stylistic choices that form our voice.

for example, on a scale of purple to beige, i lean pretty lavender lmao but i'm not ashamed of that! i was influenced a lot by writers who have a (capital R) Romantic flair to their prose, so i like flowery language and descriptions of nature. if it gets too purple and "in the way" of the story, then sure, i might need to trim down certain passages. but my affinity and tendencies aren't something i'm going to get rid of altogether, rather something i'll practice so they're super polished. once you identify your voice, i think you should embrace it and roll with it.

#rotpeach answers #rot on writing #i apologize in advance for the length of this post #but i thought this was a super good question and it really made me think!#disclaimer i have little to no formal education on the subject but i feel pretty confident about what i wrote here lol

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yinyanchan · 3 years

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Housemates x Zoot Suit Riot Crossover: Lucky and Strike part 2

Last part of the crossover. I will be trying to do one from what happened to Blue and Orange on the otherside but please enjoy Lucky and Strikes shennanigans! Also there is a bit of a teaser for a couple of skeletons not yet introduced in Zoot Suit Riot. Merica and Spirit. Dusttale Mafia Sans and Papyrus. Cigarrette brand American Spirit.

Under the Cut!

This was going to be a lot harder than they thought.

One thing for sure as they look at eachother… Nook possibly knows the truth but is deciding to stay out of it. He’s a Papyrus after all… far more clever than they let on.

They go the direction Nook had pointed out earlier and sure enough Lucky opens a door that looks to be Oranges and Strike opens the door that screams Blue. Well at least they knew where “their” rooms were. Now came time to plan… but as it seems… Maybe these guys were pushovers in this timeline. Other than the horror brothers… Can they confess to outright murdering? And for fun at times?

This wasn’t the dog eat dog atmosphere they were used to… It seemed like they all got along under one roof here. Not to mention… there was another you.

One so willing to give physical affection that Lucky had been striving for since he had arrived in the other “Original” Sans world… only this one wasn’t ripe with gangsters and rife with Mafia undertones.

Strike was in his own little world as well. Apparently debating their options as well as he hummed. They could play along for a bit and see how it goes. So what if Red “knew” they could pass it off as a dare gone bad.

Both smirked at one another as they came to the same conclusion.

Great minds think alike.

They were going to test this world out and see how open this world’s Y/N would be to being with them. Not that they didn’t like the other you… they were pretty fond of you as well but there hasn’t been a chance to really get to know you and you had your guard up a lot.

This you was different. Far more open it seemed… It made them feel bad that in the times they had been with the other you… the other you had never smiled that big… as if something was constantly on your mind and it was a heavy burden.

The more they thought about the other you… they found they actually missed you.

“You think she misses us?” Lucky looks down and Strike is floored with his older brother's question.

“Dunno we were quite the handful.” Strike chuckles but even doubt was in his soul as well. Lucky had never questioned the consequences before. They always happened whether they were good or bad. They were an inevitable outcome.

Strike could only stare in awe as he sees his brother briefly look so vulnerable.

“What if… what if she does and we can’t get back?”

Both didn’t want to answer Lucky’s question… they already knew they’d be stuck… The machinery here was far more advanced than Strike had ever worked with… seeing as he had to use scrap from the dump to make his. Yet he recognizes how modern tech works… just not the inner workings just yet.

“Then I guess our soulmate here will do… yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The silence was awkward… even for them.

They both went to what was their rooms to search a few things and get situated. Probably wouldn’t take this world's Sans long after Red found him. Strike was hard up on information but Lucky at least found a journal that Blue kept that would provide a lot of useful tidbits. They then both reconvened into Blue’s room for a quick briefing as sure enough…

*knock knock*

“Hey, M’lord says dinner is ready. We’re just waitin’ on everyone ta get home.” Clueing in on the voice and the m’lord… That must be Russ.

“He also asks why ya didn’t come down ta help him but he then said ya were traumatized by Orange’s laundry.” They heard him snicker as the door pops open a little and there is a skeleton that looks like Mild. Yet wearing almost similar attire to the one they knew as Red. They watch as he stretches his lanky body with a yawn. Gold fang glittering in the light.

“Heh, one things fer sure Orange is at least ya don’t have ta put up wit wearin’ a security uniform… thems the pits.” Then his lazy gaze sharpens when he notices Lucky and Orange look at him in shocked almost fear… or anger… Russ wasn’t sure but it wasn’t something he was used to seeing from either skeleton unless it was something they thought was wrong.

“Ya two ok?” He asks and both skeletons seem to loosen themselves a bit and even though they had the laid back and cheerful disposition… they were still a bit tense.

“ARMED SECURITY?” Lucky asks with a grin.

“What the? No Blue. They don’t let me walk around the school campus wit a gun. I’m not a police officer.” Russ looks helpless as to why now Blue would even ask that.

“Yeah he’s not feelin’ all there after finding a sweet stash I had in my pockets that I… may have forgotten about… for longer than I care to mention.” Strike snickers and pats Lucky’s skull. It eases the more taller skeleton but the feeling that something was off was still there.

“Right… well I’m goin’ down ta get a good spot next to Darlin’.” With a wave he exits, shutting the door behind him.

Lucky instantly is growling.

“Damn rivals… no matter where we fucking go.” Lucky flings the journal back onto the desk and then back flops on the bed. Strike shakes his head.

“Guess we gotta go to dinner.” Strike heads his way to the door.

“Think it wise?” Lucky glares at him then wistfully gets up as his brother lifts a brow.

“I think it would be unwise not to.” Strike counters and they both put on their best game faces and make their way out.

As they turn to go down the other flight of stairs that was nearby… there was another skeleton they hadn’t seen… well in this world… before.

Kentucky as they knew him… his brother was Twist… well in this world this must be Axe. Nook's older brother.

He was just standing there leaning his back up against the hallway wall… his gaze not leaving them as they exited.

“HI AXE! HOW ARE YOU?” Luck does his bright and bubbly routine and Strike lazily waves with a grin.

Axe’s hollow smile dims slightly then stretches widely. His eye light narrowed in his skull. He chuckles and then kicks himself off the wall and ambles down the stairs. Once they were sure he was out of earshot.

“I don’t understand… I’ve read the journal and I’m definitely nailing the peppy persona… yet it’s like he knew instantly.” Lucky whispers over to Strike.

“Maybe Nook talked to him about us.” They both eyed each other then raised their guard before slapping on their persona attitudes.

As soon as they entered the kitchen…

“THERE YOU ARE! I HAD TO HELP IN THE KITCHEN BECAUSE YOU ARE TO BUSY SLACKING! JUST WHAT I WANTED TO DO AFTER A LONG DAY OF WORK.” Was a tall and fearsome skeleton, yet definitely not their Swisher… this must be Edge. Swisher was tall, dark, and more importantly silent.

They looked at the table and everyone was there… including Red that was sitting by the one they took as the original Sans at the head of the table. His brother Papyrus was sitting on the other side reading a book.

“OH COME ON EDGE! IT WAS REVOLTING… I NEEDED SOME SPACE.” Lucky puts on his best puppy dog eyes and Edge scoffs.

“EXCUSES!!!” Edge fires back and brings a loaded serving dish to the table along with Berry.

“So… ya gonna do Red’s laundry I take it?” Strike smirks as Edge blanches and almost gags. It took everything for Lucky not to laugh, having been in said person's room, but instead give Strike a cross look. Strike pulls off a shrug as Lucky pretends to give that scolding gaze.

“FAIR ENOUGH.” Edge groans and motions for them to take a seat. You were already seated with Russ beside you and there was a vacant seat beside you. Lucky was eyeing it until Red growled and moved to sit next to you. Leaving everyone a little puzzled but Red was Red.

So Strike took the seat next Sans and Lucky took a seat next to Papyrus. Sans nods at Strike and Papyrus instantly latches onto Lucky’s attention. Showing off what was surely a courtship guide.

The meal was going great save for Red not really eating and his gaze constantly going back and forth between Lucky and Strike.

After dinner and dessert… which Lucky merrily ate seconds…

Sans clears his throat to gain everyone's attention.

“Now that everyone is settled and fed… elephant in the room… Who are you two and where’s Blue and Orange?” Sans scowls… Lucky and Strike freeze and just look at him in disbelief.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN?” Lucky plays up his innocent act and anyone who didn’t know him personally could instantly be fooled with it.

“Yeah… not buying it.” Axe snickers.

“What were ya two fucks doin’ in my room?” Red growls.

“Language!” Berry fires at him but then… he turns to look at Lucky strangely as if waiting for Lucky to say something. When Lucky looked around they were all looking at him like he had grown two heads for being silent. Strike was trying to hide the fact he was starting to sweat… normally he’s good under pressure but usually because he’s got the upper hand… not so here.

Even you were looking at him oddly.

Sans set on a table a black with a little blue bowler hat on the table.

“MY BOWL…. I MEAN A BOWLER HAT!!! THATS NEAT.” Strike groans… Lucky loves that hat and has gone through death, gore, and destruction if it ever falls off. As everyone eyes him curiously.

“SERIOUSLY! I LIKE A TYPE OF HAT AND I'M A BAD GUY!? A SKELETON LIKE ME CAN ADMIRE THINGS… BESIDES I THINK IT SUITS ME.” He pouts.

“I’m gonna ask ya again. What tha fuck were ya doin’ in my room.” Red growls and glares at Berry as he looks to yell at him again for his language. Berry actually backs off with how serious Red is taking this.

“Blue said they had found one of your shirts in the dryer and he was returning it. Right Blue?” You ask even though you seemed very wary of this situation.

“Oh yeah? Where'd ya put it because I didn’t find shit.” He smacks his hands down on the table and raises himself to look at Lucky.

“LIKE I’D WANT TO ACTUALLY TOUCH ANYTHING IN YOUR ROOM. IT’S YOUR FAULT YOU CAN’T FIND IT.” Lucky glares back.

“SPEAKING OF COULDN’T FIND… YOU WEREN’T ABLE TO FIND YOUR OWN ROOMS AND THEN BLAMED IT ON A ROGUE SOCK.” Nook pipes up and Axe snickers.

“Also didn’t think ya guys liked my jokes.” Axe leers.

Lucky and Strike seem taken aback by how much these skeletons communicated.

“As fer not touching my stuff… Where is it?” Red scowls eyeing both Lucky and Strike. Strike seems to realize something very important, Lucky had pocketed something, he shoots his brother a ‘you didn’t!” look but Lucky was busy playing the part of the innocent.

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN.” Lucky looks absolutely puzzled… Strike could only wonder what it was… The only thing Lucky had picked up was the magazine but tossed it when he thought he was caught.

Then Red does something that shocks everyone.

He pulls out said magazine and slaps on the table in front of Lucky. The cover sporting a fully nude woman giving a come hither look. There were gasps all around the table and you were blushing like mad.

“JESUS H FUCKING CHRIST!!!! THERE IS A LADY PRESENT YOU FUCKING DAFT CUNT!!!!” Lucky screams as he grabs the magazine and throws it away from your view. As he turns back everyone is slack jawed looking at him save for Red. Strike face palms as this world’s Sans turns to look at him.

“Give me back my centerfold ya damn creepy imposter!!! I know one of ya has it!” He turns his glare at Strike but he’s shaking his head.

“For fucks sake Lucky! You took the man's centerfold!?” Strike glares at his brother. Red puffs out his chest in pride knowing they had been caught.

“DAMMIT STRIKE!!! I TOLD YOU THAT I FELT JIPPED BECAUSE WE HAD NOTHING THAT SHOWED EVEN A SLIVER OF SKIN. THIS SHOWS EVERYTHING!!!!” Lucky reaches in the battle body and flips out the centerfold, that landed open for all to see. Lucky pauses and then turns to you sheepishly.

“I am so sorry… a lady like yourself shouldn’t have heard or seen any of that. My lady, I apologize.” Lucky is actually blushing and apologizing. That was a new one for Strike.

“MY WORD SANS… IT DOES SHOW EVERYTHING.” Papyrus blushes and Sans looks ballistic.

Berry is catatonic from the foul language as well as the lewd imagery. Russ seems bewildered at what to do. Looking around at his brother, the centerfold, then at you.

Edge is glaring at his proud brother.

“THIS IS WHY I TRY NOT TO GO IN YOUR ROOM. THIS IS NOTHING TO BE PROUD OF.” Edge growls at Red who then looks sheepish himself.

Nook and Axe are still eating their dessert merrily. Pretty much enjoying the show.

“Get. it. Off. the. Table. N o w.” Sans bellows his sockets become voids and Red grabs it and instantly stuffs it inside his jacket.

Once it is off the table Berry seems to reboot leaving Russ to sigh in relief.

“Strike and Lucky is it?” Sans growls.

They look over at him nervously.

“WHERE IS BLUE AND ORANGE?” Papyrus glares and they instantly freeze. Papyrus is the very serious boss attitude where they came from and he didn’t pull punches either.

“W-Well you see Papyrus all of a sudden we got thrown here in these clothes!” Strike immediately says, as Lucky glares.

“Stool pigeon.” Lucky gripes.

“Lucky!!! This is not the time! Look, we didn’t know what to think! We come from a very harsh environment alright? We are from the world of gangsters, hit men, Mafia. Hell our nicknames are after a cigarette brand called Lucky Strike. Same with all of you sitting here… save for the original Sans and Papyrus.” Strike holds his hand up. He knows when things get real and when to bow out. Lucky never knows when to quit.

“We just want to go back home but we didn’t want to say anything because we didn’t know who we were dealing with.” Strike sighs and then glares at Lucky who sighs as well.

“Your guys must’ve been pulled through to our side… SHIT… STRIKE IF THEY WERE PULLED TO THAT TIMELINE THEY’D BE EATEN ALIVE!!!” Lucky comes to the realization that leaving more kinder souls with the rough mafia types would be trouble.

Sans stands up.

“Let’s go.” Sans rallies the other skeletons and as you get up he halts you.

“Kiddo, that machine is dangerous. We know what it can do with skeletons. Just not humans.” He warns and you sigh, having to stay behind.

“It was nice to meet another you, honeybun.” Strike pats your head.

“Though it was a little too brief… we miss our Y/N.” Lucky says shyly and you hug both of them.

“I know Blue and Orange… and if you’re their counterparts… You can’t be all bad.” You say with a smile making them blush as you let them go.

The pull making them want to stay longer until Berry places the bowler hat on Lucky’s head.

“I WANT BLUE BACK. I MISS MY PARTNER IN KEEPING THINGS SANE AROUND HERE.” Berry huffs.

All the skeletons quickly made their way to the basement and to the machine. Sans goes over the records and quickly types in buttons as the other skeletons ask the pair questions.

Answering what they could about their homelife, the type of guns they prefered with their magic… The whirring of the machine caught everyone’s attention.

Bright light enveloped them and Blue and Orange came stumbling out in suits. As soon as they see everyone they run for hugs… even Orange.

“I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SEE ANY OF YOU AGAIN!!!” Blue wails and Orange whispers thank yous.

Then they turned and looked at their doubles.

“YOU TWO ARE TROUBLE.” Blue glares.

“AND YOU TWO ARE TOO NICE.” Lucky glares back with a smirk.

“They knew instantly we were not you two and they almost tried to kill us when we asked honey questions.”

“Yeah… about that… she still doesn’t know about the machine… still thinks we’re cousins and all that bs.” Strike snickers.

“Yet it seems this Sans has told the truth which is commendable.” Lucky nods.

“ACTUALLY THAT WAS OUR BAD.” Nook pipes up.

“Yep.” Axe concurs.

“Right… seems to be Kentucky and Twist's goal as well, if they can get to her that is. Oh and they are mafia versions of you two.” Lucky points at Nook and Axe.

Then they look worried…

“Has there been an Merica or a Spirit here?” Strike asks nervously.

They all look at him questioningly.

“A FUCKED UP PSYCHO OF A SANS AND A GHOSTLY FLOATING PAPYRUS HEAD!?” Lucky informs.

They all looked puzzled but shook their heads no.

“Thank yer lucky stars. Keep the machine off.” Strike warns.

Soon they swap their attires with each other. Lucky revelling being back in his suit while Strike seems to miss what he was wearing.

The machine is ready as Sans motions them to get ready to head back.

Lucky then approaches Blue and places a hand on his shoulder. Leaning his skull in with a wry smile.

“Take good care of our soulmate here and we will take good care of ours back… home.” Lucky says with a shy smile still clasping Blue’s shoulder.

With a pat on Blue’s shoulder Lucky then walks to join his brother as the light of the machine begins to get brighter, about to send them both back where they belonged.

“Soulmate?” Blue questions making both Lucky and Strike falter.

As the whirring got louder Lucky let out a string of curses before.

“ALL OF YOU HAVE BEEN LIVING WITH YOUR SOULMATE THIS ENTIRE FUCKING TIME AND YOU NEVER KNEW!!!? WHAT THE FUCKING HELL…” His rant is cut off as the machine sucks them back to their world.

All the skeletons look at one another and begin blushing.

Except Axe.

He laughs and they all look at him.

“What? Explains a lot don’t it?” He smirks then leaves the others to ponder on it. Then blush even more as they had noticed that they did indeed seem to gravitate towards you.

#Zoot Suit Riot #Lucky #Strike #Housemates #Underswap Sans #Underswap Papyrus #Underswap Mafia Sans #Underswap Mafia Papyrus

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snowdice · 4 years

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A Twist of Fate {Part 5} (Everything’s Fine Universe) [Dice Roll 13]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Remus & Janus & Patton, Remy & Patton

Characters: Janus, Patton, Remus, Remy

Summary: It wasn’t unheard of for people to gain soulmarks later in life, but it was quite rare. Usually fate was set in stone. Yet, when one’s fated death was prevented, fate had to make some adjustments.

As he fell, Patton may have felt a strange prickling feeling across his skin. He however, was not paying attention to that, far too distracted and confused. All he knew was that by the time he hit the ground, both of his hands were covered with marks. Later when he went home he’d notice even more in other places, but the ones he noticed when he hit the ground were the obvious ones on his hands.

Then, there was Janus. Janus had only one soulmark on his body. At least. He had only one soulmark that hadn’t been burnt off years ago. When he landed on top of Patton, he did not notice the marks that suddenly appeared on his arms and face. Patton did, however, notice two little designs appear on him: one along the side of his nose and the other right below the scaring on the left side of his face. The second was already colored in by the time they hit the ground.

Universe: Soulmate AU and Superhero AU

Genre: The Dice Roll said fluff and it is… but… it’s more fluff and angst, hurt/comfort-ish

Notes: Child abuse, homelessness, malnutrition, acid burns, platonic soulmates, car accidents mentioned, blood mentioned, death mentioned

My Master Post Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Janus woke in a bed and immediately panicked. A million terrified thoughts about why and how he was in a bed rushed through his mind before he even had a chance to peak open his eyes. Yet, then, through the darkness of his thoughts, he felt familiar little feet digging into his back. With a slow breath, he opened his eyes and craned his head around to find Remus smashed into the twin sized bed with him. He gave his head a few seconds to catch back up with his situation.

The bakery man, Patton. Remus had predicted Patton’s death, and Janus had saved him. That action had changed fate so much that Janus and Remus had both gotten new soulmarks. Janus wasn’t even sure how many each of them had gotten; he hadn’t bothered to check yet. However, he did know that one of the soulmarks belonged to Patton.

It was absolutely terrifying. A parental soulmate. If it had been any other type of soulmate, it would have been easier. The problem with a parental soulmate is that if Patton wanted to, he could basically legally keep them. They were both minors with no biological parents left. Very few people would argue the point even if Janus and Remus went in kicking and screaming. Plus, being forced to stay in one place with adults who refused to listen would be a death sentence, and even if it wasn’t, they’d still be trapped. The blue star on Janus’s face was for all intents and purposes a mark of ownership. As someone who had lived in a cage for a few years, it didn’t exactly sit well with him.

But.

But, no matter how dangerous Patton may end up being to them, Janus knew with the state of Remus’s visions, they didn’t have a chance on the outside.

Remus had explained exactly what had happened after they “went to sleep” last night. Janus knew already that large changes in fate could potentially muddy a psychic’s vision for a time, particularly when said change personally affected the one having the visions. They didn’t often have to deal with this fact, as Remus was currently one of the two most powerful psychics in the world, his birth having been prophesied as far as hundreds of years ago (bar some important details), and as such small changes didn’t mess with his powers as much as they did other psychics’. However, there had been two instances where his abilities had dampened to a noticeable degree.

The first time had been when he’d helped Janus escape Halo Mark, though he’d still gotten enough feedback to keep them from getting recaptured. That instance had also corresponded to Remus and Janus getting new soulmarks, though each of them had only gotten one that time: the sibling ones for each other.

The second time had been at a seemingly random time. He and Janus had been on the run together for around six months when his visions had suddenly dimmed considerably to both of their distress. Remus had no idea what had caused it but had noticed a change in the landscape of the future when his visions returned the next day. He theorized that it must have been a good change as he couldn’t see many new events, just the absences of some. Remus could only see bad future and past events, so him not getting an influx of new things, probably was a net positive for the world. His best guess was that whatever the change was, it must have caused the sudden and inexplicable erasure of the death of the superhero Moxie Man that had been fated to occur in over two decades.

However, this circumstance was not quite like those two other times, because this time Remus could see nothing at all. Fate was apparently still in flux after Patton’s life was saved. Until it settled, Remus would have no more idea what the future held than Janus. This was a problem considering that Janus and Remus as 12 and 9-year-olds living on the streets and at least one of whom was still being doggedly tracked by Halo Mark, routinely almost died every day. Remus’s visions were what guided them to food and shelter and away from murders and people who would put them back in cages.

Which meant Patton, with his willingness to provide food and shelter and not murder them on the spot for the time being was a known risk and better than the possible alternatives. They may very well still end up in cages or dead, but it was the only chance they had.

So, Janus had let Patton take them back to his house and feed them dinner. He’d accepted the clean clothes and the shower. The only protest that had left his lips had been when Patton suggested they sleep in the closed off basement citing the fact that there was a queen sized bed down there, and if Janus and Remus refused to be in different rooms for the night, it would be more comfortable. Instead, they’d ended up sleeping in what Patton said had been his childhood bedroom, full of posters and pastel colors.

Janus had not wanted to submit to sleep the night before, but his body had been exhausted, so he had ended up asleep after a few hours. At least nothing had happened during the night. He was still okay. Remus was with him, and he could see sunlight peaking through the curtains on the window. He was running on the hope that Patton would keep up the nice act at least long enough for Remus to get his visions back. Though, he was unsure what would happen if Janus and Remus tried to leave.

Janus’s thoughts were brought back to the present when Remus started doing his typical morning squirming. He’d be up in a few minutes. A hand flopped over Janus’s chest and he mumbled something before his feet climbed up Janus’s back. Janus winced as they kicked the back of his neck lightly. The boy’s upper half wiggled and then flopped part way over Janus as his feet continued to kick a pattern into the air. He let out a soft humming sound and eventually his body poured completely over Janus, so he landed in a heap on the other side. He then continued to wiggle.

Janus reached out to grab one of his flailing hands, and after a moment, he calmed down a bit. His eyes flickered open. “Janus?” he asked.

“Mmm.”

He reached out to pat Janus’s cheeks a couple of times. “I’m’wake.”

“I can see that.”

“Go’ ‘orning.”

“Good morning, Remus.”

There were a couple more moments of sleepy calm. Then, Remus woke up the rest of the way.

He popped up onto his knees on the bed, jostling Janus a bit. His eyes widened when he noticed how bouncy his sleeping surface was, and he bounced a couple of times. “I smell food!” he declared, still bouncing as he said it. “Do you think it’s good food? It smells like bacon. Will Patton burn the house down? I can’t see if he will or not. He cooked good spaghetti last night. Is that easy to cook? Is he a good cook? Will it taste good? Will it just be bacon? That would just be protein and fat. Does he know that? Did you know you can get malnourished if you don’t eat enough carbs even if you’re eating enough calories? You can die from it! Should we go down for breakfast or wait until he comes and gets us? Will he be mad if we pick wrong? Will he never come up to see us if we don’t go down and then we’ll starve to death? Where are my clothes? This shirt’s too big, but it’s really soft. It smells like lavender. Is that his detergent? Did you know eating one of the laundry pods can make you die? I wonder if he uses the laundry pods or the liquid stuff. If I lick my shirt and there is detergent on it, will I die? He washed my usual clothes yesterday after I changed. Will they smell like lavender too? I should check!” With that, Remus bounced out of bed to go grab his clothes.

Janus followed him out of bed. Patton had washed the clothes they’d arrived in, and they were probably now cleaner than they’d been since they’d gotten them. Remus continued to chatter as they dressed about nothing in particular. He seemed rather content in this new environment even while Janus was in constant worry. Of course, he usually relied on his visions to tell him if something was bad and may just instinctually be assuming if he wasn’t seeing anything, everything was fine, so Janus wasn’t sure if he should completely trust the boy’s perspective.

Once they were both dressed, they headed downstairs hand in hand.

“Hi boys,” Patton said when they arrived at the bottom of the steps. He was in the kitchen, but had angled himself, so he had a view of the stairs. Janus wasn’t sure if that was to make sure they didn’t make a break for it or just him being eager to greet them when they woke. “Want something to eat?” He seemed to already understand the power of food, and Janus wondered if that would be used against them soon.

“Yeah!” Remus said with no hesitation, perking up. For someone who only ever saw the worst of humanity, he had been strangely trusting when it came to Patton. His eagerness made Janus bristle a bit.

“Why don’t you come wash your hands and sit. I’m almost done.”

“Do I gotta?” Remus whined.

“Wash your hands?” Patton asked.

“Yeah, I took a shower just last night! I’m clean!”

Janus almost rolled his eyes at that assumption but was too preoccupied with watching Patton’s expression. Patton was frowning slightly, and Janus found himself waiting for his reaction with bated breath. Clearly, he wanted to say yes, Remus had to wash his hands, but if they pushed him would he deny Remus food over it?

Patton dithered. “I would prefer that you did so,” he said slowly after a moment, “as it is a good habit to have. Not washing your hands before you eat can make you sick since you might be getting germs into your mouth. That being said, I can’t make you do anything.”

“Yay!” Remus cheered.

“Go wash your hands, Remus,” Janus instructed firmly before he ran away with the idea.

“Aw,” he pouted, but listened. He wandered off to do as Janus asked, and Janus and Patton briefly met eyes before Janus turned to follow him. Remus had tucked his tongue between his teeth as he stood on his tiptoes to turn the water on. He wouldn’t be able to reach the soap where it was, so Janus reached forward and handed it to him. Janus’s reward for his good dead was a face full of bubbles once Remus got it into a lather. Janus sighed.

Once Remus’s hands were clean, instead of going to the table, he padded off to stand next to Patton as the man finished cooking the eggs. They immediately struck up a conversation about bugs Remus had seen in the last month. Meanwhile, Janus quickly rinsed his face of bubbles before washing and drying his hands himself.

“And then if flew away!” Remus was saying when Janus turned back.

“Aw,” Patton said, “that’s sad, but I bet he had some stuff to do.”

“It got eaten by a bird two days later!”

“O-oh,” Patton said, but shook off his surprise a moment later. “I think my mom had some books about local bugs in the office. Maybe we can figure out what type he was.”

“Really?!” Remus said, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Sure,” Patton agreed.

“Ooo, do you have any books on octopuses?!” he asked. “I love octopuses!”

“I’m not sure,” Patton replied, “but we can look, or I can get you one from the library.”

“Oh, and Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapanese beetles… are also pretty cool. Anyway, can we get a book about snakes for Evan.”

“Of course,” Patton said kindly as Janus resisted slamming his head against the counter. “Would one of you mind getting the grape juice out of the refrigerator, please.”

“Okay!” Remus agreed, skipping over to the fridge. Patton watched him go with a slight smile on his face that made Janus want to squirm with something. He couldn’t tell if it was a bad something or not, but it was definitely a something. Patton turned a bit to glance at Janus and quirked his lips up a bit more when he saw him watching. He returned his attention to the stove after a moment and poured the eggs into a prepared bowl. Then, he brought that along with a plate of bacon and toast to the table. He’d already cut up an orange for each of them and set it at every plate.

“He knows about scurvy,” Remus said, nodding in approval upon seeing it.

Patton let out a surprised laugh. “I do,” he said. “Do you like oranges?”

“Fruits are yucky, but it’s better than your body slow breaking down and swallowing a bunch of blood because your gums won’t stop bleeding,” Remus said, grabbing a piece of orange and stuffing it in his mouth.

“I… guess that’s right,” Patton said. “Maybe we can find a source of vitamin C that tastes better to you.”

“I don’t like broccoli!” he proclaimed.

“I’ll make a note of that,” Patton replied, amused. “Would you like me to get you some eggs?”

“Uh huh!”

Patton scooped out some eggs for him and hesitated with Janus before Janus held out his hand to take the bowl from him. He then offered the plate of bacon and toast around the table. “How did you two sleep?” Patton asked.

“Really good!” Remus answered. “I like beds!” Patton grimaced a bit, but Remus didn’t notice, too busy happily making himself an egg and bacon sandwich.

“And you, Evan?”

“Fine,” Janus replied, taking a bite of eggs. He blinked down at the eggs. Janus had made eggs on occasion while on the run, but there was something different about the eggs Patton made. They were a lot fluffier, and they tasted a lot better. In fact, the bacon and even the toast tasted better, though that may have just been that it was fresh bread instead of the day-old stuff they usually got. Plus, there was a lot of food, in fact, he was pretty sure Patton had no idea how much three people could eat in one go, because it seemed like he’d made enough for six. Janus stopped eating when he was full, and it was an odd experience to have two consecutive full meals. He felt a bit tired even though he’d only just woken up.

He felt himself mentally drift a bit as Remus and Patton continued eating. They were much slower since Remus kept rambling, and Patton kept trying to politely pay attention to what he was talking about. This was nice, he supposed. It was almost scary how easily he could feel himself settle around Patton. He couldn’t get attached or used to this. They’d have to leave eventually, he reminded himself harshly.

His attention was brought back to the conversation when Remus just about flipped his plate off the table with the way he threw his arms around. “Chocolate!” he exclaimed.

Janus looked over to see if that display of recklessness would make Patton mad, but it seemed to be the opposite. He seemed to enjoy Remus’s enthusiasm. “Chocolate chip or chocolate cookies?” he asked.

“Both!” Remus demanded.

“Double chocolate cookies then,” Patton said.

“Yay!”

Patton turned to Janus. “Would you like to help us make them?”

Janus nodded. “Sure,” he agreed, surmising they were talking about baking cookies.

“Great!” Patton said. “Can you help me clear the table?”

“If it means faster to cookies, yes!” Remus said, getting up and grabbing his plate and glass.

Janus grabbed his own plate with less enthusiasm and took it over towards the sink. Patton washed the dishes while he directed them around the room to gather different supplies for the cookie making.

Patton had just put the last dish on the drying rack and was drying his hands when the doorbell rang.

Janus immediately panicked because Patton could 100% have called the cops on them before they’d woken up. Patton seemed to sense his panic. “It’s just Remy!” Patton said. “Who… you don’t know. He’s a friend. A soul-friend. I totally forgot he was coming over today after his exam. I’ll ask him to leave.” He darted towards his front door.

Janus leaned over towards Remus. “Be ready to run just in case.”

Remus nodded solemnly even if he looked a bit sad, probably because he wouldn’t be able to make cookies if they had to bolt. Then, Janus followed after Patton on silent feet.

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Sam Temple

Ok, so I’m going to start by working through my opinions on the different characters of the series before I delve into other topics such as representation and plot. Here are my opinions on your main man Sam (I’ve only re-read Gone so far and will be doing a new one for each of the books).

Also I feel like this goes without saying, but just in case: Spoiler warning for Gone down below

Original Opinion: I thought Sam was a boring protagonist with little to no personality asides from surfing and being ‘in love’ with Astrid.

New Opinion: While I still think Sam is an underdeveloped protagonist, I enjoyed his character much more than I remember, and have more thoughts on him than I realised.

1.) SAM’S APPEARENCE AND CHARACTER: We get some indication of who Sam is, and his role in the story, in the first chapter. He describes himself as sticking “to jeans and understated t-shirts, nothing that drew to much attention to himself.” While this description is reflective of Sam’s reluctance to become a leader later in the books, it kind of reminds me of every boring protagonist of every ya book/film/tv show ever. It’s a little cliché and as soon as I read this I groaned out loud and prepared myself for the most basic protagonist to ever grace the page.

We then get a little insight into his personality and his relationship with the citizens of Perdido Beach:

“everybody knew who he was, but few people were quite sure what he was.”

“He was a surfer who didn’t hang out with surfers. He was bright but not a brain. He was good-looking, but not so that girls thought of him as a hottie.”

We get the idea that Sam is the underdog. Nobody really knows him, but they all expect him to be there when something goes wrong. This is a really good indictor for his role in the rest of the story, but the description still gives us almost no insight into who Sam is as a person. The best word I can think of to describe his personality is ‘protagonist’ - he could have been so much more if he had been given just a little bit more development.

The next paragraph explains the school bus incident, where we again get absolutely no information on his personality. It’s almost as if Michael forgot that the hero had to be an actual person too. We get told that Sam has one heroic moment and then goes back to being his normal self, but what is his normal self?? I still have no idea.

We get some more description of Sam when Caine is introduced in Chapter 14 “He had dark hair and dark eyes, not much different from Sam himself” - and this is reiterated by Astrid in Chapter 38 “Astrid was struck by how alike the two boys looked superficially.” “Where Caine hid his arrogance and cruelty behind a smooth, controlled surface, Sam let his emotions play out on his face.” But even here we still get very little idea as to what he actually does look like, a weak point I have noticed in Michael’s writing is his vague descriptions. I do really like Astrid’s comment on how they display their respective emotions. Sam’s strength in morality, his lack of deception, is also a weak point in his leadership - he is too easy to read and therefore manipulate (this isn’t really shown in this book but I remember this becoming apparent with the town council). Caine’s weakness in morality saves him from this weakness but leaves him open to betrayal and mistrust (and rightfully so).

2.) SAM’S HOME: We next get to see Sam’s house in Chapter 3, which is described as being a “small squashed-looking one-story house with a tiny, fenced backyard and no real front yard.” From this description, and other information throughout the book, we get the idea that Sam and his mother are relatively poor. However, I would prefer to have been shown this instead of being told. Sam’s monetary situation never seems to affect his decisions and opinions which is a little disappointing as, from someone who has grown up poor, I know that it is something that really does affect your whole worldview. The only indicator we get that this situation has affected Sam in any way, is his comment on how wasteful the kids are being with food during the first night at the plaza - but he never actually acts on this - that job falls to Caine and later Albert.

It would have been interesting to explore how Sam could have reacted to Caine’s wealthy upbringing as opposed to his own. Them both being jealous of each other’s lives for different reasons (Caine for his lack of parental love, Sam for his lack of financial security) would have added depth to their relationship as well as Sam’s character. I’m also interested to see how Sam reacts to Albert basically reinstating capitalism in later books. As I remember, he was never overly opposed to it, but it will be interesting to see if his reaction is a direct result of his childhood.

3.) SAM’S FEAR OF THE DARK: This is plot point that is introduced to establish Sam’s powers, and it doesn’t have any other relevance in the story. This is disappointing as, with the final villain being nicknamed “the darkness” it could have been a really poetic and fitting ending for Sam to conquer both his innate fear and the villain at the same time. However as I remember it (possible spoilers for fear and light), Sam has very little to do with Gaia - Gaia mostly interacting with Diana, Caine, Drake and Lana. His ability to produce light in order to counter act this fear is a really nice inclusion though, and reflects how Sam’s leadership is a safety net to those living in the FAYZ.

4.) SAM MOTIVATIONS: We first get an idea of what it is that motivates Sam when he talks about attacking Tom in Chapter 13, “I thought he was trying to hurt my mom.” Sam’s powers are triggered by fear, his first instinct is to protect those that he loves, and he will resort to violence if it is necessary. This idea is shown again when Sam steps in to protect Bette. His first instinct is to de-escalate the situation (and, interestingly, he looks to Howard to help him with this), but, when that fails, he resorts to violence. I really like this inclusion as it gives insight into Sam’s basic motivations and also explains how he was so quickly willing to murder Drake after Drake went after Astrid. Sam’s attack on Tom is heavily reflective of Sam’s relationship with Drake in the first book - Sam burning Tom’s hand foreshadows him burning Drake’s arm.

One thing that bothers me with this scene, however, is that Sam shows little to no emotion when talking about his stepfather - and this is never expanded on. It seems out of character for Sam, one of the kindest characters in the book, to feel almost nothing towards his stepfather, and with no explanation as to why this might be. We get no indication of their relationship prior to the incident, which would have been a good chance to further develop Sam.

Later in the book, when Tom is brought up again Sam says that he felt a rush “I thought, oh, my God, look at the power I have.” - And this again is never expanded on. Sam’s main fault is his unwillingness to shoulder the responsibility of being a leader, and he never really experiences a corruption of power in the way that this line hints. I think Michael may have just added this is to highlight the differences between Sam and Caine, but it feels out of character, especially seen as it is never brought up again (at least in this book, I can’t remember if this is featured later on in the series)

5.) SAM’S POWERS: I mentioned before how Sam’s powers are first introduced to us through the flashback to Tom and his fear of the dark. But the first time we actively see him use them in the book is during The Fire and later at the powerplant. During both of these situations, Sam is unable to fully control his power and can only summon them through fear. His core motivation is to protect rather than attack. I also find it interesting that Sam is technically the first person to kill someone in the FAYZ, but I don't really have anything else to say about it :/

The first time we see Sam voluntarily use his powers in in Chapter 28, when Astrid manipulates him into using his anger instead of his fear. I find this interesting, because, despite the change in emotion, Sam’s motivation largely remains the same. The use of his power here comes from his anger at Drake having hurt Astrid, his anger that he wasn’t there to protect her.

This then changes in chapter 33, when Sam seems to gain full control over his powers. This time, when he summons his anger he focuses on his mother. I have a few issues with this. Firstly, Sam gaining control of his powers seems rushed for plot convenience, especially when you compare him to Caine, who was more willing to use his powers and yet took months to master them?? Is this a hint that, if Sam were willing to go as far as Caine, he would be the more powerful one - or is it just lazy writing?? It seems that Sam and his powers were pushed aside for other storylines, which is troubling considering he is the main character. The other thing that bothers me about this scene is that Sam’s anger at his mother is not further developed (are you noticing a theme??) It would have been nice if this had come up again properly in the poof scene.

The poof scene would have been an excellent scene to develop Sam’s character, instead, for me, it fell flat. We don’t get much perception into Sam’s thoughts other than that his first instinct is to reach out to his mother, but this provides us with very little indication about who he is as we know that this has also been every other child’s first instinct. Him being the first one to refuse is indicative of his strength and hints that the anger he felt at his mother was more than a fleeting emotion, but it would have been nice to go into more depth on his feelings about his mother and Caine. A strong, emotionally charged verbal stand-off where Sam and Caine both vent their feelings towards their mother/the gaiphage would have been an excellent ending to the big fight - as Sam’s true strength is his compassion as opposed to his use of his powers. This could have also had a fantastic payoff in later books, where Gaia could have used this moment against the boys.

6.) WHAT MAKES SAM A HERO: I’ve already mentioned that Sam’s main strength is his kindness and compassion, which is nice to see - especially in a male protagonist (whether this continues in later books I can’t remember). His adversity to becoming the leader is his biggest weakness, as it often prevents him from doing the right thing in time sensitive situations. I found that this line from chapter 11 nicely sums this idea up “In a closet off the main room he found a grey-green military shirt, many sizes too large.” - possibly referring the idea that Sam is not ready to become the leader/ hero just yet. His hesitance, his insecurities, making him unfit to lead as of yet. Also nicely reminds you how he is just a child.

Then, there are multiple moments throughout the book where Sam is just shown to be the sweetest person and these are my two favourites:

“I’m not supposed to cross the street. // It’s ok. I’ll watch while you do, ok?” - Chapter 5

“Astrid, tell me if this is crazy: I’m thinking if there are any leftovers, we could send them up to Coates.” - Final

The reason people follow him is because in a world where he could be anything, where the old rules just don’t apply anymore, he still chooses to be kind and honestly I love him for it. His line “It is our world. So let’s make it a good one” contrasts Diana’s line “We didn’t make this world, we’re just the poor fools who are living in it.” And really just highlights how good he is. He deserves so much more credit than he gets from the ungrateful cretins whose lives he saves on a daily basis. I just wish Michael had developed him further past being the protagonist.

Another fantastic Sam moment is the bit where he escapes from the collapsed apartment building. If you are ever re-reading the series and wondering why Sam is the protagonist, please just read this moment again and tell me you don’t get chills

“Diana tripped backwards from the blow and sat down hard on the stone steps.

Caine could see her face with a sudden, terrible clarity by the glow of a brilliant column of blinding, green-white light.

That light could only have one source.

He lights was light a spear aimed at the sky. It arced upwards from the midst of the rubble of the apartment building.

‘No,’ Caine said.” Chapter 45

7.) OTHER:

These are just a couple of things I noticed, but can’t really make an infirmed point about

Is Sam’s light being green a reference to the gaiphage, or just a random addition??

I noticed that the first few freaks we learn about other than Sam just have a variation of his power. Is this lazy writing or does it have some significance that I missed??

So there are my opinions on Sam from the first book. I’m sorry that this was so long but I have just so many thoughts. I think I’m going to do separate posts for Astrid, Caine, Diana and Drake and then I’ll pair up the others before moving onto relationships, representation and my likes/ dislikes.

Thank you so much if you read this, and please feel free to give me your own opinions and interpretations :)

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Banished (Part 37)

*Not my Gif*

~Banished Master~

Summary: When the 100 was sent to the ground, Y/N Y/L/N was one of them. Having been locked up for almost 8 years, how will she react to surviving on Earth? Especially when she gets banished…

Post Date: 3-4-20

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~Master~

~The 100 Master~

*Based off episode 3x08 of the 100, Terms and Conditions*

Bellamy and Pike made their way up the lookout tower to where Hannah was stationed, looking out over the wall. “Sir, we lost contact with one of the recon teams.” She told them when they were up. Bellamy shook his head, sighing deeply.

“There were four men.” He reminded Pike who spared him a glance before Hannah continued talking. She explained what she believed was happening, the blockage being established as well as the missing recon team engaging in the grounders, they found less than a mile outside the camp.

Another man on lookout interrupted their conversation, getting the three to look out at 2 grounders approaching in the distance. “They have a message; I’ve seen this before.” Bellamy told Pike who stood confused before shouting to the men below him to open the gate.

The grounders arrived at the gate, Bellamy on the ground to greet them. Their masks sat heavy on their faces, covering their mouths as they directed their horses into place. “We seek the one you call Pike.” One of them said as Bellamy stared them down. “An army has fallen, blood soaking the earth where he took their lives.”

“Welcome to the war against Skaikru.” Bellamy told them bitterly. The grounders demanded justice, telling them their justice came in the form of Pike’s death. But Pike wasn’t going to give his life up to some grounders.

“By order of the Commander, you have been surrounded by an army of the 12 clans. If anyone attempts to cross the blockade, warriors wait to kill.” As if to prove their point, they dropped a sack, inside the heads of the missing recon team following out. “We’ll greet them as we did those we caught today.”

Bellamy’s eyes were somewhat wide as he looked between the grounders and the heads by their feet. Pike tried to get Bellamy to fall back inside the walls, weary of the fate that currently affected the two of them speaking to the grounders, but Bellamy just shook his head. “They won’t leave.”

“Choose the side that’s best for your people!” One of the grounders spoke solidly as Bellamy took a second, his hand resting on top his gun.

“I do that everyday.” He mumbled seconds before shooting two bullets, each one going in a grounders head. They fell against the back of their horses with a thud as the animals took off, the recently deceased bodies laying on top of them. “Close the gate!” Bellamy yelled to the men operating the door when he turned around, heading back inside.

The mess hall was fairly empty as you sat there, running your finger over the rim of a glass when Raven took the seat across from you. She didn’t say anything, just sitting there with a content smile, making you uncomfortable. “What can I do for you Raven?”

“More like what can I do for you.” She replied as you raised a brow, taking another swig of the drink in front of you. She just sat there, that same look on her face despite your apparent discomfort. “Do you still have that chip Jaha gave you?”

Your eyes widened before you narrowed them, leaning onto the table to get closer to her. “How did you know about that?” She just shrugged, scooting forward in her seat.

“Have you thought about taking it?” She asked rather innocently, trying to move past your question.

“I haven’t.” You told her, stretching out the words with curiosity before the smile on her face finally made sense. “Raven, for the love of god please tell me you didn’t take it.”

Her grin only widened as she nodded. “I did.” You fell silent, not sure what to do before clearing your throat. You asked her, making sure no one could hear, how she felt. “Amazing. The pain in my leg is gone, Y/N. I feel unstoppable.”

In all honesty, she made it sound comforting. Jaha said it would erase your pain, and now if she truly took the chip you could ask her. Maybe you erase the recent pain of knowing Lexa was gone. You opened your mouth to speak, but instead of words coming out, you heard two gunshots coming from the front gate. “What the hell?” you asked, glancing to where a few people were leaving as you stood up. Raven just stayed put when you turned back to her. “Are you coming?” you asked as she shook her head. You shuddered before leaving her at the metal table alone and heading out of the mess hall.

Raven watched you race out as she tapped her fingers against the surface. A presence, unseen to the rest, hovered over her, watching you as well. “Keep trying.” A.L.I.E. said. “She’ll join eventually.” Raven nodded, getting up and heading out of the mess hall using the other door.

The sun hit your eyes as you blocked it, finding a crowd of people talking frantically. You only heard bits and piece of their conversation, but from the sound of it, a blockade was put around the camp and Bellamy shot two grounders.

“Y/N!” You heard shouted behind you as you spun around seeing Kane motioning for you from the Ark ship. You took one last listen to the group before jogging to catch up to Kane. “Do you know what happened?” you told him what you knew as he chewed on his nail, his pace increasing momentarily before realizing he was gaining unwanted attention.

You entered Kane’s room, taking a seat on his bed as if it was normal. Kane sat at the table, his leg bouncing. In the silence, you couldn’t help as your thoughts wondered, and of course the first place they went was to Bellamy. You didn’t know if you regretted sleeping with him. It all happened so fast and you weren’t at all expecting it. Kane glanced up at you, seeing you taut brows.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked, rubbing his beard with his hand. You groaned lightly, the crease in your forehead never leaving.

“Nothing… Everything?” you admitted.

Kane took a shot in the dark. “Bellamy?”

You groaned louder, pressing the palm of your hands against your eyes. “I’m not having this talk right now.” You told him as you sat up onto your elbows, glaring at him playfully. Kane just chuckled at you, raising his hands in the air. “It doesn’t matter, there are more important things to worry about.” You believed your words truly. Bellamy just signed the blockade death order and here you were worried about sleeping with him.

“That’s not true. Come on, tell me what’s on your mind.” He seemed genuine as you hesitated, moving to sit up.

“I don’t want to have the dad talk, okay? But I will tell you.” He felt a weight in his stomach at your words, seeing the way this was affecting you. He nodded, letting you take the floor. “I slept with Bellamy.”

“Oh.” He went into shock. He didn’t know how to reply to that at all.

You rubbed your arm gingerly, already ready for a change in conversation as the door swung open, Miller and Harper rushing in. Harper looked between the two of you, seeing the look on your faces. “Did we interrupt something?” she asked kindly.

Kane wanted to say yes, he felt protective of you when he heard of you and Bellamy, despite the knowledge you wouldn’t want him to feel like this.

“No, you didn’t.” you almost shouted as you scurried off the bed, happy the two came in at that moment. Miller didn’t see anything wrong as he sat next to Kane, pulling out the radio.

“Pike’s in another meeting.” You and Harper exchanged glances, moving to sit on the bed together. Miller turned the radio on and right away you could hear Pike’s voice, making you roll your eyes. They were talking about trust, not being able to trust anyone outside of the room they’re in. You listened as Pike put Monroe and Lacroix’s deaths on you all, unknowingly of course. He wanted you all pay, no matter how.

The meeting ended as the listening device was turned off. “If they’re gonna play that game, we’ll play too.” Kane said as you bit your lip, your brows taking permanent residence in a furrowed position.

“What do you mean?”

Kane turned to look at you. “We don’t meet here anymore. We change patterns, forget habits. Assume there are eyes on us at all times.”

Harper scoffed. “Why don’t we just shock-lash Pike’s fascist ass then give him to the grounders?” Harper suggested. You found yourself chuckling and nudged Harper, getting her to grin slightly.

Kane glared at you as your smile fade like a kid being chastised. “Because that would be murder, not to mention treason. That’s not who we are.” Your eyes slowly pulled up, feeling that last sentence was meant specifically for you, and by the way Kane was looking at you, it was.

“Maybe it’s who we need to be.” You whispered sharply, Harper and Miller looking between the two of you as Kane said not yet. “Fine. Then I assume you have a plan?”

You spent the rest of the afternoon in a different room waiting for Octavia to radio in, switching channels every so often in case she was on those. Kane came in after a while of you being alone, seeing you seated crisscross on a table. Your eyes were somewhat closed as you absentmindedly scanned through the channels, just waiting for some sign Octavia was out there. Kane pulled a blanket around your shoulders, and you gave him a lazy smile, leaning your elbow onto your knee and pressing your chin in your palm.

“Any luck?” he asked as you shook your head, pushing the radio away.

“If she’s out there, she’s not on.” He nodded as you curled into the blanket.

“So, do you want to talk about earlier?” he seemed uncomfortable as you tilted your head, unsure of what he was talking about. “Bellamy?” You made an ‘o’ shape with your mouth as you realized what he was getting at. He didn’t know how to begin this conversation and by the awkward look on your face, neither did you. But he needed to know how to protect you. “So, you slept with him.”

“Yeah?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as a question, but that didn’t change the fac it did.

“… Do you have feelings for him?” This was as awkward for you as it was for Kane and you knew it.

“I said I didn’t want to have the dad talk.” You reminded him as he nodded.

“I know, but for me?” He almost pouted his lip as you groaned.

“I don’t know Kane. Right now, it’s complicated. I just want to get past this whole thing with Pike. Then I’ll discuss the fact I’m in love with him.”

Well shit. You’re in love with him.

You hoped Kane didn’t catch your words but by the way the color drained from his face, he heard you. There was a knock on the door before it swung open, Harper and Miller entering to yet another awkward conversation.

“Anyone followed?” Kane asked, seeing the gears in your mind turning and the crisis in your eyes. Miller said he was fine before everyone took a seat, hearing Pike in another meeting.

They were planning a plan B, the ammo they have not being enough for many fights. Their new plan consisted of an assault team doing damage to a grounder encampment not far away from you all. Your heart sped up in fear as you listened, knowing that the retaliation of this attack would be stronger than you’ve ever experienced.

“We need to disable that rover. It doesn’t matter how many Grounders they kill, 10 times that will attack on Arkadia. No one will survive.” Kane told you all as the radio cut out. Harper spoke up, asking him if he had any idea what to do. Kane paused, thinking for a second before an idea came to mind.

Little did you know, Pike found your bug.

You took a walk through the hangar, coming to a stop and leaning against the wall. From across the room you saw Kane sitting in a chair, thumbing through a book as he glanced up at you. You pressed the com in your ear, turning it on and sending a soft nod towards Kane before focusing on Sinclair. He had just slid under a car, beginning his fake job when you saw Bellamy walk into the room. He started towards Sinclair as you spoke into the com.

“Sinclair, Bellamy’s coming your way.” Sinclair quickly pulled the com out of his ear, shoving it into his pocket. Bellamy caught your eyes from across the room as you ducked away, making him pause when he realized you where in on whatever was happening. He took a look around the room, seeing Kane reading his book before stopping at Sinclair.

“Sinclair, what are you up to?” He asked as Sinclair slid out from the rover and came to stand on his feet. Sinclair lied to him, telling Bellamy Raven told him the solenoid was acting up. Bellamy nodded, pretending to listen. “You got a work order for that?”

You watched from behind a stack of shelves, on alert as Bellamy glanced over Sinclair’s shoulders, seeing you worried. “Sure I think it’s on my desk.” Not a moment later, Sinclair took off running. In your head, you told yourself it was all part of the plan, but deep down something felt off. Almost like something was going to go wrong.

As you watched Sinclair run off, you tried to get a guess on the amount of people Pike had working for him before you realized you lost track of Bellamy. You were about to make a move to find him before you heard Kane’s shouts coming from his side of the room. You eyes shot to the predicament, seeing Kane holding back some new guard who tried to stop Sinclair with his shock baton.

No one expected that to happen for the moment his arms was in the arm to strike Sinclair, Kane was on him, holding him back. But unfortunately for Kane, that put him in the crossfire. He was going to get arrested.

Now that was not part of the plan.

You watched the men grab Kane and Sinclair’s hands, pulling them behind their backs as Hannah conducted the arrest. You needed to help him. You didn’t know how or what you were going to do but you needed to help him. The plan relied on him not being incarcerated.

You barely got your first step in before a hand grabbed your upper arm, pulling you back. Worried it was someone meant to arrest you, you spun around with your fist in the air to punch them. Yet when you turned around it was just Bellamy and he caught your fist.

“Don’t.” He told you, glaring into your eyes. You didn’t know what he was talking about until his eyes flickered. You followed them, seeing Kane glance back at you briefly as he was being led away.

That’s when realization dawned on you. “You know.” You whispered barely loud enough for it to be coherent. Bellamy was unfazed, his grip on you not faltering in the utmost. You turned slowly, making Bellamy slightly uneasy by the way you looked at him with narrowed eyes. “You know.” You repeated.

He swallowed back his nerves, pulling you to the side and out of anyone’s line of sight. “Y/N, just listen.”

You tried to pull your arm from him, ripping his fingers away from your skin. “Don’t touch me! Don’t you fucking touch me!” You didn’t care if Bellamy was trying to help you, you wanted to help Kane and Bellamy was making that hard.

“Y/N, I couldn’t-“

“You know what happens when they arrest Kane!” You interrupted him, pushing against his chest to separate yourself from him. “You know what’s going to happen to Sinclair! You know Lincoln is gonna be killed!” Bellamy didn’t fight back your pushes, but he didn’t let you go so easily, making you look into his eyes. Bellamy couldn’t tell if you were crying or just shouting at him, but either way it hurt him. Your pushes slowed to a stop, and Bellamy loosened his grip, see your E/C eyes moving up to look at him. “You knew I would be…”

Arrested? Sentenced to death for treason? Why not, it’s what they did on the Ark.

Bellamy nodded. “I wasn’t going to let you get arrested again.” His hands moved down your arms until he could hold your hands, your fingers lazily entangling his.

You took a deep breath, looking at your hands. The sight put you into a trance before reality snapped you back and you tore your hands away, taking a few steps back with a shake of your head. “Well hooray for you Bellamy, saving the damsel. There’s just one problem. I don’t need you to save me.”

Bellamy watched you stormed off; your eyes locked on the ground with the extra pound in your step. Bellamy didn’t know how to handle this. He knew there were no winners here. And he knew you weren’t going to give up that easily. Without a second thought, he slammed his hand against the wall, the noise attracted some people’s stares, but he paid them no mind, walking straight past them.

Miller and Harper met back in the room. Harper was pacing around the room as Miller sat on the couch, leaning forward onto his knees. “Did you see Y/N?” Harper asked, looking to the door every few seconds in hopes you’d walk in.

“After everything, I didn’t. She get arrested?” Miller asked after the 10th minute of you not showing up.

“Oh god!” Harper’s eyes went wide as she stopped pacing, falling into a chair. You finally reached the door, knocking once before throwing the door open. Both teens were on their feet as you busted inside, out of breath and leaning against the door.

“It’s just me!” You told them, putting your hands out. Harper pulled you in for a hug, a surprise for you as you hugged back. Miller gave you one as well, a even more shock as you regained your breath. “I kept feeling like someone was following me.” You told them, running your hand through your hair.

“What happened?” Harper asked.

“They got Kane too.” They both stood silent, contemplating what to do before Miller looked to you.

“So, what now?” They both looked towards you, it was as if they expected you to just hop into Kane’s position. But you weren’t Kane.

You had no idea what to do.

You took a second and a breath. “We keep going. Do the plan. It’s on us now.”

Meanwhile, Bellamy took to questioning Kane, but he wasn’t getting very far. “Come on Kane. Talk.” Kane stayed silent, cocking his brow at Bellamy who sighed, falling into a chair. “Then do it for Y/N. Think of Y/N.” It seemed to catch Kane’s attention as he shifted in his seat, his arms crossing in front of him and his jaw setting. After Kane’s silence stretched, Bellamy slammed his hand down on the table, standing up and leaving the room. Kane waited for the door to slam behind him before he took a deep breath.

Think of Y/N? That’s all ever does nowadays.

Bellamy stormed out of the room, Pike and Hannah talking as he approached them. “Any luck?” Pike asked but Bellamy denied such luck, saying that both Sinclair, who similar to Kane wouldn’t say a word, and Kane would speak soon and to put them both in lock up.

“On the ark, we would’ve floated traitors.” Hannah spoke up, gaining both men’s attentions. Bellamy gulped was Pike cut her off.

“We’re not on the ark.” He said before demanding the men be locked up.

Monty took it upon himself to check over the river, noting that there wasn’t a thing wrong with it. His mom watched him, listening to his grief about everything before telling him the only right choice is the one that helps you survive.

Bryan was used as a spy in his own room as he opened the door, seeing Miller staying there. They talked, shared a lot of kisses, but Bryan’s mind was elsewhere. Instead of being focused on his boyfriend, all he could think about was how he was going to be betraying him. They fought about Pike, as usual before Bryan set off, tossing Miller his coat with the planted bug before leaving.

“The bug’s in place?” Bellamy asked Bryan as he walked into the room him and Monty were sat in. Bryan averted his eyes, nodding solemnly as he thought of his boyfriend.

“It’s in his jacket. I don’t think he knows.” Bellamy pulled his lips into a thin line of a smile, sending it towards Bryan when he called him a good man. Bryan just furrowed his brows. “Am I? Is this worth lying to someone I love?”

“It is if you’re protecting him.” Bellamy countered but Bryan just shook his head, meeting his harsh gaze.

“Unless I’m the one he needs protection from.” Bryan mumbled he tugged on the sleeve of his jacket. “I assume you put a bug on your girlfriend then?” Monty who stood by silently through the whole ordeal saw Bellamy clench his jaw at the mention of you in such tone.

“Let’s go tell Pike.” Monty suggested, pulling the two men out of their staring contest and Bryan and Monty turned to leave. Bellamy though, took a second, beginning to reconsider his side momentarily. He could never put a bug on you, no matter who’s side he’s on. So maybe he knew he was on the wrong side.

Tensions in lock up were high with Sinclair, Kane and Lincoln as well many grounders. Sinclair walked along the wall to where Kane was before settling onto the ground next to him. “You weren’t supposed to be in here.” He mumbled quietly.

“No, my good friend, I was not.” Kane eyed the guards, seeing them switch their shifts as he rested his head back against the cold wall behind him.

“So, what now?” Sinclair asked him. Kane thought about it, seeing Bellamy leave the room and sighing.

“We keep going.”

When time came, the one you decided earlier, Sinclair called Bellamy back into the cell telling him Sinclair was ready to talk. As for you, you went searching for Pike, finding him in the Hangar bay.

“Thanks for meeting me.” You told him, standing in front of him. Pike nodded, a small surprised look on his face.

“I’ll be honest, I thought Kane would’ve spoken to me first.”

You scoffed, biting the inside of your cheek. “Well, he’s kind of arrested. Guess I’ll have to do.”

“I hope you’re ready to negotiate the terms of your surrender.” You had to hold back another scoff as you looked at the chancellor.

Bellamy approached the bars to lock up, coming to where Sinclair stood. “You’re ready you talk?” He asked Sinclair who agreed, questioning what Bellamy wanted to know. “Everything.”

You crossed your arms in front of you. “Kane told me a little about you.” You said, referring to conversations you’ve had to set your plan in place, really you just needed to remember the points Kane was going to make to stall time. “He said on the ark you were a teacher telling kids about our future. The responsibility of being on the ground. So why, Pike, are you taking this side?”

“We didn’t start this war, but we will damn sure finish it.” He started to walk past you but you stopped him.

“You should’ve lost that vote, Chancellor.” Pike didn’t miss your use of venom in his title. You were angry, a chancellors job is protect their people not sign their death certificates.

“But I didn’t. Because I know what’s best for us.”

“You’re gonna get everyone killed. Can’t you see that?”

“What do you know? You’re a child.” He finally pushed past you but you weren’t letting up, yelling after him.

“And yet I know more about surviving down here than you do. Than any of you do.” You knew the time was coming if Sinclair had succeeded so as you yelled at him, you ran after, standing only a feet away.

Sinclair began bargaining with Bellamy, asking for immunity as Lincoln began pacing behind him. “The cowards make a deal to save their own skins.” He muttered, eying Sinclair and Bellamy’s conversation. Bellamy taking a more authoritative stance told him to be quiet, but he didn’t listen. “Can’t defeat the enemy at the gate so you turn on your own people.” Bellamy ordered him to be silent one more time but Lincoln came closer to Sinclair, pressing his chest to his back. “I’m not the one who needs to be silent. You’ll tell them nothing.”

Bellamy yelled Lincoln’s name as the man threw Sinclair to the ground, standing over him. “Cover me!” Bellamy told the other guard as he jumped into lockup, trying to diffuse the situation. Only, as soon as he was inside, he heard Lincoln scream at the other grounders.

They were escaping, and Bellamy fell for it.

Pike was about to speak before the P.A. system butted in. “All units to Lockup!” The man’s voice said as Pike raised a brow at you.

“I don’t suppose you have anything to do with this?” His question was rhetorical as he knew you did.

You smirked at him. “Actually, I do.” You pulled out the shock lash you stored in your pocket and struck Pike with it, sending him to the ground unconscious.

“It worked! You’re all clear, the guards have their hands full.” Harper spoke into the comm in your ear as you let out a shaky breath. If you had known Monty was listening in, that sigh wouldn’t have been as relieving. “The gate’s open Y/N. It’s all you.”

You put Pike in the back of a rover, hoping in the front. You had never driven before but Miller gave you an overview and soon you were off. You hit a couple boxes, sending them flying but pushed on until the open gate was in your view.

You were home free.

Until Bellamy stepped in front of the gate. You slammed on the brakes, coming quite close to Bellamy but not hitting him. Bellamy’s face fell when he saw you driving, not Miller or Harper, but you.

“Get out of the way Blake!” You shouted at him. He just stood there, staring at you before Pike stirred in the back.

“Should’ve killed me when you could.” His laugh was filled with spite at your defeat, but you didn’t react, only looking at Bellamy’s disappointed face.

“Don’t think I won’t.” You mumbled as you saw guns being pointed at you, but not from Bellamy. You put your hands in the air and the back of the Rover opened, a pair of guards helping Pike out. Your door opened as Bellamy helped you out.

He pulled you close to him as he whispered in your ear. “What are doing?”

You looked up at him, the closeness having such familiarity, but this time you didn’t kiss him. “You can’t save me Bellamy.”

You were led to the interrogation room, your hands pulled behind your back. It felt like the first time you were arrested. Only this time you didn’t kill a man, but you should’ve.

Pike stood in front of you, his feet spread apart with his arms crossed. “As you know, the terms of martial law and of the Exodus Charter give me both latitude and ultimate authority in determining your punishment.” Your eyes met Bellamy who stood against the wall, a hand covering his mouth and worried breaths. Pike spared Bellamy a glance before focusing back on you, sat in a chair. Your face was emotionless, not a frown nor smile on your face as Pike went on.

“I hope you believe that if I thought for one minute that turning myself over to the enemy would secure the safety of our people, I would do it, but only a deluded man would believe that.” Bellamy watched him, the man he believed was right, but right now as Bellamy listened to this speech tell of your future, he felt his whole-body shake. And yet you showed no reaction and let Pike move on with his words. Bellamy didn’t know what Pike was going to do with you, but he hoped it wasn’t what he assumed. “Y/N YL/N, for the crimes of treason, kidnapping, and attempted murder,” Bellamy found himself standing straighter, his hands falling to his sides fast when he took a step forward, mentally pleading that Pike wouldn’t finished his sentence. That you’d get one more chance. That this wasn’t the end for you. “I hereby sentence you to death.”

Bellamy couldn’t breathe.

A/N: So, yeah! Tell me what you think! For those of you not in my little loop on here, I’m taking a break for a little while so THE NEXT CHAPTER WON’T BE POSTED NEXT WEEK! Even though I’m not going to be on, I love asks, so feel free to drop some in my ask box! Love you all! Hope you enjoy! Sorry this is so freaking long lol

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