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cadybear420 · 27 days

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Performance for fluffember🤍

The Voice of an Angel

Fandom: High School Story (Original Trilogy)

Pairings: Aiden Zhou x Evie Ayana (female HSS MC), maybe with a small side of Ajay Bhandari x Cher Lee (female HSS:CA MC)

Characters: Aiden Zhou, Evie Ayana (female HSS MC)

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Additional Tags: Fluff, Singing, Performance, Dancing

Word Count: 2,128

Summary: On Evie’s 18th birthday, Aiden and the jazz band whip up a little surprise for her. Takes place approximately between HSS:CA 2 and HSS:CA 3 (though my memory of the HSS:CA timeline is a little more fuzzy).

A/N: First of all: to the anon who sent the prompt, major apologies for sleeping on it for so long. Coming up with writing ideas is a bitch, but it is something I want to do more often. And there was also that one time when Tumblr turned off editing for answers to asks, which carried over to the draft post for this for a while. Second of all, I’m fucking obsessed with this song from Doctor Who (“My Angel Put the Devil in Me”, from the Series 3 soundtrack) and I think Evie and Aiden would be as well. Third of all, yes this is a belated birthday fic for Evie, but I’m glad to get it out before the end of Evie’s birthday month at least. Also haha both Evie’s birthday this year and in the setting of the fic were on a Friday. Fourth of all, arghrghrargh my first time writing a fic where one character sings to another AND does a choreographed dance to it too. It’s a lot more difficult than I imagined lol.

(Also, the outfit I imagine for the other jazz band kids)

Prompt: Performance

Source for prompts here. Even though it's long past November, I'll still accept prompt suggestions from this list year-round.

Tags: @inlocusmads @aces-and-angels @aria-ashryver @lover-also-fighter-also @jerzwriter @choicesmc @3rdstreetfrank @dutifullynuttywitch @lovealexhunt @lilyoffandoms @peonierose (as this is the complete version of this WIP and this challenge bit), and @choicesficwriterscreations

Friday, March 8, 2019. The day of Evie’s 18th birthday. She’d been planning to host a birthday party at one of her favorite restaurants in the city, starting in the early evening after school. Almost everyone she knew from school was invited.

It was late in the afternoon now. Evie took one last look at herself in her new outfit– a navy blue suit with a purple floral necktie– and grinned, before dashing to the living room. There, her dad was checking his phone.

“Alright, I’m ready to go!” she said.

He turned to her. “Actually… we can’t leave just yet…”

She pouted. “What??? But Daaaad, the party starts at 5 PM and it’s already 4:45!”

“The people doing the decorations are… taking a bit longer than expected.”

“Oh…”

“It’s a bit awkward to go to a party when they’re still putting decorations up, isn’t it?”

“That’s true,” her face softened. “Do the other guests know?”

“...yep! I’ve just told them, in fact.”

“Okay… but how long do we have to wait?”

“Shouldn’t be more than… ten to twenty minutes?”

Evie pouted again.

“It’s not that long…”

“Okay, fiiiiine, I’ll be patient…”

“And I’ll be doctor!”

Evie winced. “Dad, NO…”

…

About twenty minutes passed, and then finally, her dad said it was okay to start driving to the restaurant. After a fifteen minute drive, they arrived, and Evie wasted no time going in.

The room was alive with upbeat music, purple decorative lights and flowers, and many of Evie’s friends. It seemed like just about everyone she’d invited had shown up– her main friend group, her teammates, her friends from the other cliques and Hearst, Cher and her friends from theatre, the seniors from last year who hadn’t gone away for college…

And all of them greeted her with a big “Happy birthday, Evie!!!”, in unison.

Evie inhaled, beaming at her friends. Many of them ran over to hug her, a few others cheered for her.

Then she saw Emma and Cher push their way through the crowd and grab her by her arms.

“Evie! There’s a special surprise for you, right now!” said Cher.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!” said Emma. “Just come with us…”

The crowd parted, making way for Emma and Cher to pull Evie to the opposite side of the room. As they did, the party music slowly faded out and the lights began to dim.

“What the–” Evie started.

“Shhhh. You’ll see soon enough!” Emma replied.

When they made it to the opposite end of the room, a warm spotlight turned on over her, and there she saw it. The jazz band, all set up with their instruments and dressed in matching snazzy black-and-red suits and… devil horns? Yes, devil horns.

And at the front of it all… was none other than her beautiful boyfriend Aiden, all dressed up and holding a microphone.

Evie just about stopped in her tracks as she took in his outfit– a snug, ivory-colored flapper dress that had silver beads sewn into intricate patterns, and hung just barely above his knees. Along with that, he also wore a couple of matching long pearl necklaces, a fluffy white halo accessory over his head, and winged eyeliner.

“Wow…” Evie felt her breath catch. “Aiden, you look–”

Just then, Aiden signaled to the band… and they started to play.

Evie grinned broadly, her eyes immediately lighting up at the familiar upbeat jazzy tune, and watched intently as her boyfriend danced towards her, in steps that were careful and rhythmic, yet lively.

Then the tempo slowed, and he held the microphone to his mouth and began to sing.

“I'm a country girl, I ain't seen a lot… But you came along, and my heart went pop! You took a little streetcar to my heart… And an apple of love fell off my apple cart~”

Evie’s cheeks flustered at his melodious voice. This wasn’t the first time she’d heard him sing– he’s sung to her plenty of times, and they’d practically been doing Evie-Aiden duets since the day they met. But this… this was different. Aiden had never done a solo singing performance for her before, let alone one that involved a bit of dance as well.

“You looked at me, my heart began to pound… You weren't the sort of guy I thought would stick around… Hey, but it don't have to be eternally… My bad, bad Angel put the Devil in me~”

And his singing voice was all the more different this time around too. Even later into their relationship, as Aiden had become more confident about his singing, there was always still a hint of nervousness in his voice when they sang their duets. But this time, he sang loud and clear. Like he was owning the stage.

Aiden performed a small twirl before stopping, his eyes meeting hers as he began slowly walking up to her, making her heart jump a little.

“You lured me in with your cold grey eyes… Your simple smile, your bewitching lies…”

As he sang that verse, he reached out and grabbed onto her bright purple tie, making Evie’s face heat up as he began tugging on it gently and pulling her closer to him.

“One and one and one is three… My bad, bad Angel… the Devil in me~!”

The tempo picked up again. Aiden let go of her tie and took her hand in his as he broke out into energetic dance movements while still singing the lyrics to the song, the skirt of his dress swishing about as he swayed gracefully to the instrumental music.

Evie squeezed his hand and matched his movements, her pulse racing now. All the while, the crowd watched with excitement. When they came face-to-face again, she was giving him an almost drunken smile.

Soon enough, Aiden broke from her hold and turned around, sashaying slightly as he started stepping away from her… before looking over his shoulder, catching her gaze once again.

“My bad, bad Angel~ you put the Devil in me~”

Aiden shook his butt side-to-side to the beat, giving Evie a knowing look that made her cheeks brighten. The music slowed, and he turned around to face her again.

“So, now my dear, I ain't the girl you knew… 'Cause the Angel's got Heaven, but I get you…”

He sauntered back up to her.

“And the tree of life grows tall, you see… My bad, bad Angel… you put the Devil in me~!”

The beat slowed to a more gentle, relaxed tune as Aiden placed his arm over Evie’s shoulder.

“Oh… You put the Devil in me~”

Aiden gestured towards Evie’s arm, and she placed her arms around him, taking hold of his waist as they began to rock together.

“You put the Devil in me…”

Gently and smoothly, Aiden broke out of her hold and took her hand again. Lifting her hand, he twirled himself under her arm, then placed himself backwards against her body– all without missing a beat.

As Aiden continued to sing, Evie wrapped both of her arms around his middle, embracing him from behind. Aiden pressed back against her and placed his free arm over hers, almost as if to hold her arms in place, as they began to sway side-to-side together again. Evie practically melted into him, his body warm against hers.

“You put the Devil in me…”

Then, the song picked up again.

“You put the Devil in… me~!”

He swiftly yet carefully broke from her hold again, and danced in a circle around her as he sang the last few verses of the song. She turned to follow him, their eyes locked onto each other yet again, as he gave her an almost sultry gaze.

“My bad, bad Angel, you put the Devil in me!”

At the final note, the lights slowly faded back on. Aiden stood in front of the now cheering crowd and took a huge bow, grinning proudly.

Once he straightened back up, Evie finally let out a high pitched “EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”, bouncing up and down before leaping onto Aiden, sweeping him up into her arms, and spinning him around. Aiden gasped, dropping his microphone with a loud *thunk*– but then quickly held her face in his hand and pulled her in for a passionate kiss, prompting the crowd to cheer louder.

After a moment, Aiden broke the kiss. “Happy eighteenth birthday, Darling~”

Evie squeezed him tighter. “Aiden, that was…” She took a deep breath, a starstruck look in her eyes. “Your singing is amazing… I mean, I’ve heard you sing before, obviously, but…”

A slight but visible rosy tint grew on his cheeks.

“But I’ve never done a singing performance for you, I know. I figured it was about time I did.”

“And you were fucking amazing. I’ve never heard you sing like that before… like, you were already good, but I didn’t know you were this good…”

“I mean… practice makes perfect, after all…”

“That’s true…”

He planted a small kiss onto her lips, making her whole body warm up.

“And what made you choose that song from Doctor Who for your first performance? I mean, obviously I love the song–”

“That’s just it. I know how much you love the song, and the episodes it came from.” He chuckled softly. “And, I mean… I don’t blame you. It is a fantastic song.”

Evie’s smile grew wider. “God, Aiden… I fucking love you.”

“I love you too, Evie.”

They pulled each other in for one more kiss, holding each other tightly, before she set him down.

“And I love your outfit too… you look absolutely gorgeous, as always~”

Even as Aiden beamed at her so brightly, his cheeks turned as red as the other band members’ devil costumes, prompting Evie to giggle.

“Well… I have been having a lot of fun trying on new outfits…” he said, softly.

At that moment, Ajay and Cher popped up beside them.

“Hey… if Aiden likes singing, dancing, and dressing up in fancy outfits now… you think we could convince him to join the upcoming spring musical?” Ajay said. “His talent would just be unmatched…”

Evie and Aiden turned towards them.

“The next play’s gonna be a musical?” Evie said. “I’ve been wanting to act in a play, but, uh… I don’t think I’m ready for one that involves singing…”

Aiden raised an eyebrow at her. “But we’ve literally been doing duets ever since–”

“That’s different. I can sing alright when it’s more casual, but in a professional musical performance? I’m not that good.”

“You should still consider it!” Cher chirped. “If not an acting role, you can always still be an assistant director or a techie…”

“That sounds much more my speed.”

Cher turned to Aiden. “You should definitely consider trying out for a singing role, though!”

Aiden put his hand on his chin thoughtfully. “It could be fun… I know Evie doesn’t want to sing in a musical, but imagine if we got lead roles together…”

“Oh, perhaps I could be convinced now…” Evie said, before smirking playfully. “But, let’s be real. Put Aiden in the musical, and he’ll probably just upstage all the other singers with how good he is. He’ll make everyone else look like chumps.”

“Hey!” Cher exclaimed, her face scrunching up into a pout. “Are you saying I sing like a chump?”

“What– no, I–” Evie’s face fell.

Cher dropped her pout and grinned again. “Kidding! You probably have a point… I do sing every now and then, but it could use a little more work. Especially since I’m planning to go for an acting role in the musical, of course.”

“Well, if we can’t get Aiden in a singing role for the musical, perhaps he can be a musical director and help coach the actors who are a little more inexperienced?” Ajay suggested.

“Actually… that’s a great idea!” Aiden said, his face lighting up. “I’d love to do that!”

Ajay beamed. “Oh, perfect! We’ll talk to Mr. Olson on Monday.”

“I’ll need some time to think about it… but I’ll let you know if I do decide to accept.”

“Sounds good to me!” Ajay reached his hand out, and he and Aiden shook hands. “Anyways, great job on your performance, Aiden! And happy birthday, Evie!”

“Yeah! Happy birthday, Evie!!!” cheered Cher.

“Aww, thank you both so much!”

Evie gave each of them a warm hug before they walked off. Aiden placed his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek, and she turned back to him.

“Thank you so much, Aiden. For being the best boyfriend ever, and for giving me this awesome birthday.”

“It’s my pleasure~” Aiden hugged her tighter. “But… there’s still more, of course. Ready to enjoy the rest of your birthday party?”

“Oh yes!”

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shy-urban-hobbit · 7 months

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Geralt fought the urge to roll his eyes as Lambert stormed out of the hall with a final, "Fuck you!" Thrown at Vesemir, the older Wolf growling in response to his cubs final show of disrespect before making his way in the opposite direction towards the kitchen.

He honestly couldn't say what had started this one but they all knew the routine well enough by now. Lambert and Vesemir would fight about something, one or both would storm off, leave Vesemir alone completely unless they wanted to be dragged into more chores (he and Eskel had learned that one the hard way when they were younger) , give Lambert just long enough to ensure they wouldn't get a punch to the nose if they tried to speak to him and let him vent a little before they try and convince him to make peace with their father figure.

In a way it had been so much easier when Lambert was small. Vesemir would simply scruff him and drag him to do some mundane task or to his room for the remainder of the day and without supper as punishment. Now that Lambert was old enough and big enough to bite back effectively, it genuinely was like being caught between two literal snarling wolves at times. Neither of them wanting to back down or accept they were in the wrong.

Figuring enough time had probably passed, Geralt left the hall, planning on following the most recent trail of his little brother's scent to try and talk some sense into him.

He wasn't surprised when the trail seemed to bypass Lambert's room completely and head towards one of the abandoned parts of the Keep. Ever since he was a child, he'd made use of any and all hidey holes he could find when he wanted to sulk. Nor was he surprised when Aiden's scent popped up alongside - he'd probably grabbed his lover as a captive audience while he bitched about what had just happened. What did surprise him was the position he found them both in.

He rounded a corner and spotted the two of them a little further down. Aiden perched on the edge of a waist high pile of rubble, one hand running through Lambert's hair whilst his legs were wrapped around Lambert's waist loosely. Not in a lewd or suggestive way, just holding him close while Lambert...

The lines of his body suggested defeat as he appeared to be using Aiden to keep himself upright, slumped against the Cat as gracelessly as he was. His shoulders were drawn up almost to his ears and from what little Geralt could see of his face that wasn't tucked into the others neck, all the anger seemed to have drained out of him and aged him about ten years. He looked exhausted. Aiden's lips moved against the top of his head as he muttered something too low for Geralt to hear, whatever it was causing Lambert to tighten his grip on the other.

Geralt fought down the flare of jealousy at seeing Lambert this vulnerable with another. Aiden having apparently destroyed the walls it took Eskel and Geralt at least a decade to even crack in just a handful of years. He knew for a fact he'd told Jaskier shit neither of his brothers knew and Eskel would vent at his goats whenever he needed a confidante or two outside of family. Who were they to begrudge Lambert the same when he finally found it?

Green locked with amber as Aiden met his eye from the top of Lambert's head, eyebrow raised in silent question. Lambert still oblivious to Geralt's presence as he filled his senses with the sounds and smells of the one comforting him. Geralt shook his head minutely and held a finger to his lips, waiting long enough for Aiden to give a small smile of understanding in response before he silently made his way back down the stone stairs to ask Vesemir if he needed help. He could live with doing Lambert's share of the chores for a few hours.

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #aiden/lambert #aiden x lambert #lambden #lambert/aiden #lambert x aiden #witcher aiden #witcher lambert #lambert #lambert has feelings #slight lambert whump #witcher geralt #Geralt #Lambert always having to be the one to apologise

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fanfictilltheend · 6 months

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@bobgirllll asked for another snippet of my VERY DARK (not an understatement -- the entire story explores violence, cycles of abuse, trauma, murder, daddy issues, family issues, domestic violence, child abuse) Stepdad!Mechanic!Ex-Convict!Joel no outbreak, slowburn story.

First part of the story

Basically for context: this is backstory to joel and Y/N's relationship and second part of the story. He knows her for most of her childhood but NOTHING unsavory happens until she is of age!!!!!!! This is how he meets her.

Warnings: Abusive sibling, kids fighting roughly, implied past domestic abuse from a parent, a kid screaming curse words, sarah mentions, afab!you, small amount of blood from injuries, me just writing a self-indulgent intense family drama!!

IF ANY OF THIS make you UNCOMFORTABLE, please click AWAY! YOU are the CURATOR of your ONLINE EXPERIENCE ❤️

It’s Joel’s day off and he’s sitting on the couch in his new home. His back hurts, but that’s nothing new. He’s got an excellent view of their nice, big backyard with a wooden fence. The kind of home he would have liked to have given Sarah. He sighs. Technically, nothing is wrong.

Then he sees it. It takes him a second to realize what is going on. It’s a whirlwind. He sees the back gate open and two tumbling forms fall over the threshold onto the manicured grass. One form is bigger, a boy of about twelve or thirteen beating the shit out of a much smaller form, fists flying. The other form is a little girl, no more than eight, defending herself like her life depends on it. Perhaps it does with the way he’s going at her.

This must be the son, Aiden, and the daughter, Y/N.

He’s a good boy, really, but he has anger issues sometimes. He’s been through a lot. That’s what Erica said, but Joel does not see a good boy. He sees a bully. A disproportionately violent one at that. Nothing that tiny girl could have possibly done could warrant the brutality he sees before him.

Anger is something else Joel knows intimately, and that is what he greets when he runs outside to end the fray.

“Stop that!” he roars, pulling Aiden off of Y/N.

“Who the fuck are you!?” the boy screams, fury and hatred radiating off of his entire being.

He continues thrashing and punching at nothing as Joel restrains him.

“I’m gonna kill her!” he screams, his eyes bulging.

“What the hell happened?” Joel growls, still holding onto the livid boy–verging on young man.

“She ripped up my paper!” he bellows. “For no fucking reason! I worked hard on it!”

“It was a lie,” she says with so much conviction Joel almost flinches.

He looks down at the little girl, her nose bleeding, her right eye turning purple. She has tears streaked down her face, but she is not crying. Her shirt is ripped. The first thing he thinks of when he sees her is Sarah. Of course it’s Sarah, how could he not think of her? But this little girl is different, has a different look in her eye. This look is much harder and feels like she’s lived a thousand lifetimes. He thanks god Sarah never looked that way, but somehow he wants to hear about everything this little girl has experienced. Something twangs in Joel’s chest that he has not felt in what feels like an eternity.

“It was not a lie, you stupid bitch whore!” Aiden shouts angrily, still fighting back against Joel’s unrelenting grip. “Take that back!”

“No, you take it back! Dad is not a hero. You could’ve picked anyone to write about and you choose him? After everything he’s done?” she screams herself.

The sound of her voice is powerful but desperate. Joel feels himself needing to know more and bury himself deep inside her experiences.

“SHUT UP!” Aiden yells, finally ceasing his movements. A tear falls from his cheek.

“If I let you go, will you stop whooping your sister?” Joel snaps firmly.

“Get away from me, you stupid cuck!” Aiden curses, turning his energy to Joel. “Who the hell are you to me? Fuck you! I’m out of here!”

He wriggles out of Joel’s grasp and Joel lets him go and Aiden storms back out the rear gate, slamming it behind him.

“You alright?” he asks Y/N.

Joel crawls over on his knees, still upright, closer to her.

“Had worse,” she shrugs, running a hand through her messed-up hair.

She wipes the tears and blood from her cheeks.

Joel shudders to imagine what she means.

“He always like that?”

“Yeah,” she nods. “So you Mom’s new boyfriend?”

“Something like that,” he nods back.”’M Joel. Joel Miller.”

“I’m Y/N,” she says a bit mournfully. “Here,” she continues suddenly, reaching out a small hand to his cheek. She wipes blood (hers) gently off his stubbly face. “Didn’t mean to get ya dirty.”

Joel is nothing short of touched. He wasn’t even aware he could still have such a feeling. His cheeks go rosy pink. His heart pulses. He stares at her delicate hands and notices a long, thin scar on her left middle finger.

“‘S no trouble, sweetheart,” he hears himself reassuring her. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Could even mend your shirt if ya want. Know how to sew and all.”

He reaches out a large hand, but she flinches at the sudden movement. A dull ache wells up in Joel’s chest.

“Not gonna hurt you, honey. Swear it.”

He wants with every fiber of his being for her to believe him, for it to be true.

She takes his hand.

Comments/thoughts/likes/reblogs welcome!!!

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buckybarnesss · 1 month

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I LOVE READING ALL OF YOUR TEEN WOLF THOUGHTS!!!!

But I do have some questions. You had an interesting post about Omegas and how the Feral thing was Argent Propaganda/made up by fans, but it got me thinking about Ethan and Aiden. Before the alpha pack took them in, didn't they talk about how their previous pack had them at the bottom of the hierarchy, that they were the Omegas of the pack? How does TW define Omega?

Also, what was with their mutant alpha form? Were they like, special or have special powers? If you squint hard enough, could you say that's why Peter (maybe the hales?) had a psychic link with Scott?

thank you anon. i'm glad you enjoy my posts!

the hale triskele tells us what an omega is. it's a status of werewolf just like alpha and beta are.

werewolves derive their power from their packs so an omega being less powerful than a beta is often because they are without a pack hence the lone wolf.

the idea that omegas are feral is total propaganda to me. the omega we did see in omega was a normal guy seeking out an alpha but he was vulnerable due to being alone. the argents use the idea of omegas being feral to justify hunting and killing them.

when peter resurrected himself it came at a great cost of power. he says as much to derek in battlefield.

i'm not healing as fast. coming back from the dead isn't easy, you know. i'm not as strong as i used to be. i need a pack. i need an alpha. an alpha like you. i need you as much as you need me.

i tend to take what ethan and aiden say about omegas with a grain of salt because i think their lived in experience is unfortunately shaped by the abuse they endured rather than the norm of most werewolf packs. they were the scapegoats and "bitches" of their pack because their alpha was an abusive piece of work. duecalion didn't have to do much manipulation with them because all the had to do was show the twins basic compassion and offer them a way out.

as for their alpha form -- my best guess is that since your shift reflects what you are inside and being twins was a core part of their identity they were able to merge almost like vanishing twin twin syndrome in the womb only they became one giant person. we know the writers use the concept in season 5 for mason being a genetic chimera because he absorbed his twin in the womb. so maybe their ability to merge stems from that but don't quote me on it.

peter and scott's psychic connection has long fascinated me. it's rather unique to the teen wolf mythos. if i were to offer my best guess on this one i would say peter was able to develop a more refined and powerful aspect of the pack connection. derek exhibits a less powerful form of this when he senses scott dying in raving.

#my blog #thoughts on teen wolf #teen wolf

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transzilla · 2 months

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He's in his depressed aiden mood and he's so ready for you as a dom to start demeaning him while he's naked and vulnerable on your floor so he can jerk himself off about how he's a piece of shit and he's always gonna be weak, he's like hurt me daddy I'm worthless I fucking deserve it. flip it on him with heartfelt speech that you know he's not gonna take well like hey man, you're doing a great job and you mean a lot to me. Bring up a really hard time he went through that he's trying to forget about and escape sexually. He's going to get really frustrated because he's a depressive tboy who can't take a compliment, like listen to what I'm saying it's gonna fucking destroy him 😂😂 Men don't fight to defend anything unless it's something they built with pride and for a lot of these men all they built their whole lives their own autofellatic depressive bullshit. Force him to look at himself in the face. Try it, he's going to get uncomfortable, deny it, fight it, bitch about it, lose his hard on, you might even make him really cry, real tears, and he wanted you to break him so can he really complain?

#i like making boys cry #i like making posts that make people mad uncomfortable so im trying to be more secxual and offensive #forcemasc #forced masculinization #autoandrophilia #anyway what im saying is to truly build and create a man you need to destroy what hes been doing wrong

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canonically47 · 2 months

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here I am :) review?

I LOVE YOU ANON!!! <333 (seriously you are the best!! i love sharing my thoughts and receiving your message straight after the episode is over you are the best ever <3)

as always, let's break this down in bullet points!!

SPOILERS FOR DCAS EP 4! (duh.)

right off the bat, i gotta say, why is yul so VIOLENTLY racist? 'curry girl' are you KIDDING ME??? oh my god WHEN is he leaving?

they are... running out of ideas for the challenges, just like in TDAS lol. what do you mean an ALL-STARS CHALLENGE is a race to dig up sandbags LMFAO?? we really are getting TDAS quality with this season, pushed relationships (grett & yul, connor & riya), exaggerated antagonists (riya when i catch you riya), well at least the generations are interacting with each other :3 not all in a good way though

also why are they still in their swimming stuff i don't. get it did they forget to redress them? i get that they were around digging in the sand but i think they could've done that in clothes no?

jake continues to piss me off and despite her sob story i continue to care very little about ashley. i like what they're doing for her i think?? but i really don't care about her shrug

TOM AND AIDEN FRIENDSHIP WOOOOOOOO I LOVE THEM SMSMSM MY FAVORITE M/M FRIENDSHIP IN THIS SERIES EVERRR

jake got ran through the DIRTTT in this episode I AM LIVING FOR IT also he talked SO LITTLE WOOOOOOOO FUCK YOU JAKE I AM LIVING FOR THE JAKE ERASURE

VILLAINS ALLIANCEEEEEEEE <333

oh my god miriam literally scared the shit out of me with that reveal. this series is so unpredictable so i was ready to say goodbye to alec BUUUT if we go by writer/total drama logic we know that his arc not being finished (i.e. him not having made up with fiore, which is clearly his main plot point) means he would not be going home anytime soon. i really expect, by this logic, for him to last long. i think there are 20-21 episodes this season, and i expect him to be there until at least 15. he will definitely make the final six, and no way will he not make merge. i'm rooting for the guy so hard

i never expected to cheer at miriam's elimination, but here i am. she's been asking for it this season i think... and she actually got really downgraded?? like her whole shtick was "omg the youngsters can't communicate i gotta talk some sense into them" and that. was it. which was SOOO BORING i KNOWWW you can do better queen!! :( and i hateee how they made her rude again like her whole thing in s1 was becoming less rude through her friendship with jake come onnn how can you mess up THE QUEEN HERSELF

so, i have a theory, which immediately everyone started talking about in the chat but i'll try to speak it into existence quicker so it seems i am original: grett voted for yul. i am going to stand by this until i die. we didn't get to hear the sixth vote, but there was no need. grett voted for yul. we know connor, alec and yul voted for miriam, so that's her three confirmed votes. we know miriam voted for alec. that leaves riya and grett; and while i do admit that it's likely riya voted for him because she dislikes him, and i hate to say this because i hate her, riya is smart. she knows yul is a bitch boy and not a threat. she would absolutely jump at the chance to vote either miriam or alec, so that's another vote for either of them. grett. voted. for. yul. and i am so excited for where this will take us.

although i enjoyed this episode, i think it was one of the weakest of the season. the challenge was absolutely boring, jake existed which like?? ew?? also yul was there so massive thumbs down, and riya was there so automatic dislike, also jake and yul had lines? disgusting ew. yul and riya had some plot relevancy this episode which disgusted me.

but seriously jokes aside the episode was pretty solid aside from the challenge, that's a hill i'll die on. ellie and alec still have a good dynamic which is GREAT to see, i cheered when i saw alec pop out of that bush to talk to her, and i am so happy to see the four s1 and two s2 villains uniting forces. i cannot wait for the fanart we'll get of these six (says girl who wants two of them dead)

#anon i love you anon #ask #my asks #anon #anonymous #disventure camp #disventure camp spoilers #disventure camp all stars #disventure camp all stars spoilers #dcas #dcas spoilers #odd nation cartoons #campamento desventura

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Bored so here’s song quotes as Sbg lines

Tw: drugs, shooting people, fighting,

The gang makes it a habit to go to the vape store with Aiden to the point where the staff remembers them

Staff: *looking at Tyler* “I overheard that he was 16 with a fake id and a nose ring…”

Aiden makes it a habit to mock people who call him a psycho or crazy

Aiden: “psycho aah! Psycho bleh!”

If Taylor was dating Barron in this au I can definitely see her getting pissed when girls purposely flirt with him when they know he’s with her.

Girl: “you wanna fight or something then?” *she laughs*

Her friends laugh with her

Taylor: “you can run up on me I ain’t gon stop you.” *She laughs* “I ain’t fighting shit bitch I’ll pop you”

The girls end up backing off after that cause…yeah…

When Ashlyn had friends she would always say I told ya so or I saw that coming from a mile away

Girl: “he broke up with me guys!!”

Everyone’s comforting her and Ashlyn is too but says something kind of harsh

Ashlyn: “that’s what you get when you let your heart win”

The girls end up stop being friends with ashlyn after that.

Ashlyn used to think Aiden was being sarcastic because she knew he was on something whenever he tried to confess..

Ashlyn: “Aiden what is it?” *she lets out a long sigh*

Aiden: “you know I got feelings for you..”

Ashlyn: “that’s the drugs talking…”

Aiden: “put that on my family you’re all I need…”

Ashlyn: “that’s the drugs talking”

Aiden: “I can’t see myself without you ash”

Ashlyn: “that’s the drugs talking…”

She found out he meant it a few weeks later and was kinda happy he meant it…

Ben just outright plays Jenny from the block on his guitar ironically since he’s living with his rich family members now and not in a small house anymore

The group is arguing over if Aiden is spoiled or not.

Tyler: “you can literally afford weed..”

Logan: “and you have a bunch of designer clothing”

Five seconds later they hear Ben strumming the strings on his guitar and realize it’s Jenny from the block… Ashlyn was the first to laugh then Taylor. They ended up laughing about it and deciding to just watch a movie.

Songs: Kilby girl, psycho teddy, pop you (stunna girl), that’s what you get, drugs talkin, and Jenny from the block

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The Hunt: Epilogue ONE

The Strategist - Asher Carson

We had to move rather quickly, as the place was getting crowded by now. Not just because we arrived, but also because of the saved girls who really needed to get away from this horror place.

Volkov and Kyle were quick, professionals, as expected, when hurrying everyone into secure cars and hurrying everyone to drive off. Naturally none of the fathers and sons wanted to leave their daughters and girlfriends alone, so it was a cozy family trip driving outside of the city.

Everyone needed some fresh air to breathe, though a few amongst them didn’t have lungs to live anymore.

I looked at Killian through the mirror while driving.  King’s daughter was seated on his lap, head buried in his neck. She was asleep, or fainted from all the exhaustion.

Poor girl.

The last days were sure a nightmare for her but the happenings from the last hours must’ve truly knocked her out.

„LANDON DON’T“

It was Levi King’s voice that echoed from the other room when we just stepped into the playfield of the devil. Aiden was quick to interrupt his bickering with Kyle to rush to his cousin and nephew. 

His nephew, a tall brunette copy of Levi King, was standing in the middle of the room and shot a man that was captured and beaten, right between his eyes.

He was breathing like an angry bull, his body tensed and his eyes… hollow.

Aiden rushed to his side with his cousin and they quickly took away the gun.

 „Landon! This won’t —“

„Nothing, will bring her back“ I felt the hair on my neck standing up.. he sounded like..

He sounded like fucking Arianna. Empty, soulless and ..gone

I heard about the King men and their lack of emotions and ..heart.. Aiden has been a long-life friend and I witnessed him and his son with my own eyes but this.. this was entirely different.

Aiden was a ruthless son-of-a-bitch but he still had humanity in him. He was maybe -okay most definitely - not sharing the same moral compass as the rest of the world, but he had some.

But Landon King ? He looked like the epitome of anarchy and doom at this very moment.

„What’s going on here?“, Kyle entered the room and looked at the dead man like it was another piece of trash in the hallway.

Volkov entered too, hands in his pocket. He looked around rather calculative and somewhat annoyed by the fact that he had to leave his daughter’s side to come here.

Kyle stepped closer.

„Landon? King? What’s going on?“

Something was off, when Aiden pulled Landon away by his neck and Levi held his arms back when he tried to free himself from his uncle.

They both rushed out of the room but not before Landon was yelling at them to show the prove.

Prove?

Prove for what?

Glyndon stirred in her sleep, her fingers gripping into Killian’s chest. She was having a nightmare. Killian’s jaw tensed and he pulled her even closer, whispering things into her ear I couldn’t decipher. It seemed to work.

„How long, Dad?“, my son sounded tired.

„An hour left“

„We can’t be going too far away from these bastards. It will only give them the opportunity to flee!“

„I don’t think they want to run, son“

„They will.“ Our eyes met through the mirror for a split second and it was like I saw myself in his eyes. Like that time when Arianna died and I blamed the world for it and stupidly my own love. But especially like that time when I found out the truth and Reina was taken away from me. And I saw her beaten up in her own blood. The rage over what had happened and how I almost lost the love of my entire fucking being, was so fucking overwhelming, I would’ve burned the world for her. Including myself.

„They will“, I agreed and something flashed in Killian’s usually emotionless eyes.

Surprise?

I nodded towards the rode.

 „We will take a break-“

„I don’t need a break“, he cut me off, stroking Glyndon’s hair back while he continued gazing out of the window.

„No. You don’t“ I wasn’t being sarcastic. I knew that he couldn’t rest until justice was served.

„But Glyndon might when she wakes up. She needs water and something to eat until she gets the nutrition’s from the doctor“

Glyndon had been captive for what seemed like days without food or water. Killian did his best by nurturing her as much as he could when they rescued her. Naturally a doctor was supposed to see her and give her a nutrition boost but because of recent event’s we all needed to pack as quick as possible and change locations.

Some men stayed there, including Aiden, Kyle and Eli to go over everything.

They wanted to be sure that they had seen and found every clue possible, before joining us.

I halted at a gas station and got out, opening the door on Killian’s side.

„What are you doing?“, he looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.

„I’ll pump gas and check with the others. You go and wash your damn face, grab some snacks and water for Glyndon and come back“

„I won’t leave her“, he said with a final tone.

„I’m here“

„Kill..“ I sighed and crouched down. I slowly lifted a finger and stroked a hair out Glyndon’s face, my son tensed visibly.

„Stop that“, he threatened. I allowed myself a little proud smile at that, before cupping Killian’s head and forcing him to look at me.

„You are my son Killian. And no matter what happened between us in the past and how far we are in healing.. this.. all of that doesn’t fucking matter in this situation. Because I want you to be assured that you can always, fucking always trust me“

I leaned our foreheads together. „Trust me, son. Glyndon has become my daughter the moment you brought her home and I saw you -“

„Normal“, he looked at me calmly. He didn’t sound accusatory, merely like he was stating a fact.

„Being yourself!“, I corrected him. „I know I wasn’t the best father you deserved. But let me prove to you, that no one will love you like I do son. Trust me, okay? I’d protect my daughter-in-law with my life if necessary! “

Killian’s nostrils flared and I let him go so he could look down at Glyndon’s face for a second.

He didn’t answer nor reciprocate in any form. I didn’t expect him to because I knew he wasn’t doing emotions. But him putting Glyndon softly into a comfortable sleeping position and getting out of the car was already a big prove of trust.

I straightened so he could get out of the car. I locked the doors after closing them. He nodded once before he disappeared to grab the snacks.

While pumping the gas I dialed Aiden’s number.

„Are you done?“

„Almost.“ I heared painful groaning in the background

„Did you guys arrive at the location?“

„Almost“ I gave him back his answer. „Will you be there on time?“

„Don’t worry, honey, I know you can’t do shit without me“

I smirked.

„Fuck you, King“

„I pass“ He replied and hung up.

Being able to fight with Aiden gave me still a form of sanity in this whole damn mess. I texted with the others, apparently some of them already had arrived.

Killian came back a few minutes later, looking a bit fresher than before. Some water droplets were dripping down from his hair strands and gave him a much more awake look. He was carrying some snacks. Maybe a bit too many for the remaining hour. He looked into the car, checking if Glyndon was still asleep.

„Feeling better?“

„No“, he answered calmly. „Not yet“

I nodded, knowing what he meant. I paid for the gas and sat into the driver’s seat and surprisingly, Killian joined me on the passenger side after covering Glyndon with his jacket and making sure that she rested well in the back.

I allowed myself a small smile.

„What did he mean?“, I asked into the 20min silence. From the corner of my eye I saw Killian’s muscles flexing.

„Who“

„Her brother. What did he mean by -“

„Not now, Dad“

I furrowed my eyebrows and passed a large truck before answering.

„I don’t think there are any better moments, son“ 

He sighed and I watched his Adams apple bob in silent. Was.. Killian struggling to tell me something? No, that can’t be. My son would never struggle with the truth. He didn’t have that empathy level.

„But there are worse…“, he mumbled.

Normally I would argue with him, fight with him and blame him for how he was not responding and hiding important information from me. But just a moment ago I asked him to trust me and ..I needed to trust him too.

I needed to trust in his ability to know what was right now and what was .. just not necessary at this moment.

Levi King calls my son a few minutes after, and he assures him that Glyndon is save. They arrived and were waiting for us. I could see that King was not fond of leaving his little baby girl only after finding her again but he had his hands full with Landon and Nikolai, who was giving updates on his other son.

By all the information I got, he was poisoned.

And though I could see that the elder King wasn’t the greatest fan of my son, I knew that he trusted him in protecting his daughter.

“Tell me about Ilya”, I try this time. We still had 30min to go and there was nothing wrong with getting all the information’s I might’ve missed.

“He betrayed us, what else is there to tell?”

Ilya disappeared with Knight and his daughter, Jeremy’s girlfriend Cecily.

When they were rescuing Annika, Ilya used the opportunity when shit went down to free the men that had been captured and kidnap Knight and Cecily when realizing that the latter was remembering things she shouldn’t.

“What motive does he have?”

“You mean besides Maya?”

I tilt my head down, contemplating. “Why didn’t you tell Jeremy earlier.. maybe he would’ve been more careful-“

“I doubt that”

Killian looked back to Glyndon when she made a soft noise in her dreams. He reached back to stroke her hair back, not for her, but for himself.

Because he needed her touch just like a drug.

I waited for him to continue.

“Otherwise, it would be my fault, or rather my stupidity for not understanding it earlier but it’s not that”

Killian’s finger started drumming against the window.

“It’s about the fact that Ilya wasn’t so sure about what to do himself.”

I lifted one eyebrow.

“How do you know?”

“Cecily was about to be kidnapped again. Shortly after she was rescued. Ilya checked the room. Now knowing what we know, it’s clear that he was in onto the plan. He knew the room was rigged and yet lied to Jeremy it being safe.”

He stopped drumming and for a moment it seemed like he was lost in his thoughts.

“We dissected the room and quickly found all the cameras and hidden traps. But I also saw something, that I didn’t understand at the beginning.”

I looked over to him intrigued.

“The window. Apparently, it was shut when the men came.”

“So?”

“Are we not using our brain Carson?”

I smirked. “Watch it, punk!”

I could deal with big mouth and provoking Killian. He was much better than soulless Kill.

He chuckled humorlessly.

“So, we established that Ilya chose and prepared the room for Jeremy. Cecily woke up from the men entering the room because the window wasn’t open like it was supposed to be. They had to crash in, which woke up Cecily.”

I raised my eyebrows. It made sense.

“So, you think Ilya did it on purpose, so Jeremy had a chance to rescue her?”

Killian shrugged his shoulders.

“It’s a theory”

“Why would you think that? Maybe the men were really just too dumb? Maybe they didn’t expect Jeremy to be close by or for Cecily to wake up.”

“Possible”

My son took a deep breath and rubbed his chest, right over his heart. The physical exhaustion was slowly eating him up.

“But I don’t think they planned everything so perfectly, only to fail at such simple tasks.”

“And why would Ilya kidnap Cecily and her father now, if he wanted them to have a chance?”

“Because his motive is Maya, Dad.” He turned his head to look at me and for the first time it seemed like an ounce of empathy was swimming in his cold blue eyes.

“Ilya didn’t betray Jeremy, just to betray him. He did it because of Maya.”

“Are you defending him?”

“Would you?”

Killian looked at me when I stopped at a red light.

“Defend him?”

“No. Betray your –”

“No”, I interrupted him as flashbacks filled my mind.

“I would never not communicate and hide my problems ever again”

I felt my son’s eyes on me and though we had never told him about his aunt, he knew that a certain family member gave us the worst time of our lives.

She almost made me lose my one true love but she was only so strong because we allowed her to be. We never talked, never shared our pain with each other which is why we almost lost each other for good.

“Ilya should’ve talked to Jeremy.”

My son turned his head back and a silent filled the car until I slowly saw the airport trajectory.

“What is this?”, Kilian asked as we saw our friends and family standing in front of Volkov’s private Jet.

“Would you?”

“What?”

I parked next to the scattered cars and looked over to him.

“Would you betray your own to safe Glyndon?”

We looked at each other for a long moment, his icy blue eyes vibrating with intensity as he thought hard about his answer.

He looked over to Glyndon who was softly sighing in her sleep when he answered.

“Yes”

Though I didn’t suspect a different answer, I couldn’t help the sting in my chest.

“Because she is my empathy. Without her, I don’t own a different perspective.”

He nodded over to her.

“So, with her being save here, I can rationalize what you are saying. It’s understandable and it’s…” He furrowed his eyebrows as if he was tasting his words “it’s probably the right thing to do. The moral-ethnical and socially acceptable way of seeing this.”

“But.. it’s not how I function Dad. Not how I will ever work. Glyndon is my only sanity so if she disappears-“

“You’d lure your cousin into a trap?”, I interrupted. I knew I had no right to feel attacked. I knew he was being brutally honest with me which I appreciated. Fuck, I appreciated it so much, even though the truth about my son would always hurt me.

But I was proud of how reflective he was and most of all, how he was trying for us all.

Even if he said it was only for Glyndon, it wasn’t true.

It was maybe because of Glyndon, which is why he learned perspective and patience, but he had always put on a mask in order to not hurt us, hurt his mother.

Even if he acted like he didn’t care and yes, yes because of how his brain worked he might not.

But he cared differently.

He adjusted to us to not make us feel sad even if he wasn’t aware that that was a form of empathy.

Killian’s eyes darkened.

“Never. Mia… “ He broke eye contact as he looked out to the others, Adrian Volkov looked at me expectantly.

“I am not defending what Levitsky did” He spat his name like a curse.

“That motherfucker deserves a slow death for what he did to Mia”

He looked then at me again, a shadow darkened his eyes now. Making him look deathly. Ruthless.

“But if someone asked me to exchange Landon for Glyndon. I gladly would”

I allowed a low chuckle knowing how much my son hated his girlfriend’s brother.

The corner of his mouth twitched for a split second before he nodded towards the others.

“We are sending the girls off, right?”

I nodded.

His jaw tensed and he looked back at Glyndon again. Desperation and reluctance were written in his face.

“She will be safe”, I assured him.

“She will be safe”, he said, emphasizing the last words when he met my eyes.

He wasn’t assuring himself or me.

It was a dark promise.. almost like a threat.

Astor’s boy and Aiden’s younger boy decided to stay with the girls.

Well, not quite freely.

Nash’s youngest daughter was clearly a mess and her boyfriend would’ve rather chewed his own leg then to let go of her in any circumstances.

Her father clearly approved, though I knew that Cole would never admit that out loud. But he needed to focus on his still lost daughter and I could tell that he was relieved that she didn’t need to stand alone through whatever she’s been through.

Aiden’s youngest son, Creighton, wasn’t as easy to convince.

But he wasn’t happy with neither staying nor leaving with Annika.

He knew that she needed to head back home, that she needed to leave this hell hole and he wanted to stay with her and protect her but at the same time the need to kill was also there. Present.

It was a back and forth until Adrian grabbed him by his shoulder and looked down on him though they were almost the same height and told him to choose himself just like Annika did too before.

I didn’t know what they meant by that.

Without using the words for it, Adrian basically told him, that he wanted him to stay with his daughter.

Creighton looked back before they entered.

“I want the one who took her”

And then he disappeared into the plane. It was clear as day what he meant by that.

He wouldn’t be here to find those men and punish them for what they did but he wanted to have at least one to torture which would be the one who took Annika in the first place.

Adrian nodded.

I didn’t look when Killian hugged Glyndon to his chest and I didn’t listen when he whispered her that he loved her and that he would come back as soon as the fuckers who did that to her would be bleeding.

Levi approached his daughter shortly after and helped her inside.

His son was nowhere to be seen.

The girls would be sent back to one of Adrian’s hidden houses and would have the best security to protect them.

We watched the plane start from afar when Jeremy’s phone went off. He had been quite the whole time, watching in silence when I knew that his soul was shattering.

“WHAT?”

We all looked at him tensed when he yelled into the phone. His eyes met Levi’s who stepped closer.

In return he held his phone out and put it on speakerphone so everyone could hear my nephew talk.

“Like I said. Levitsky is here. Knight and Cecily are here too.”

We looked at each other in disbelief. Why the hell is Ilya back?

“Is Knight alright?”, Astor asked, stepping closer.

“He lost a lot of blood and is unconscious at the moment.” He waited a beat. “Cecily is with him and my men are with her”

This information was clearly for Jeremy who was now basically killing his phone with his death grip and laser eyes.

Nikolai growled like he was trying to control his beast.

“He also brought the antidote”

“Are you sure it’s the correct one?” Levi asked now taking Jeremy’s phone. The latter’s muscles ticked but he didn’t stop him.

“It’s the only one we have Mr. King... we need to hurry”

“Nikolai! What if it’s a trick-?”

“It’s not”, Killian cut in, looking at the phone with an empty look.

“How do you know, Carson?”

I looked back at my son.

“Brandon was already dying. What difference would a few hours make?”

Levi bit down on his teeth at the image of his son slowly losing his life.

“Don’t let him out of your eyes Niko!”, Jeremy barked in before they could continue to argue about Ilya’s intentions.

There was a moment of silence on the other line. Nikolai didn’t sound like himself. I knew his boyfriend was fighting for his life at this moment but knowing that he received the antidote should actually make him sound. -maybe not happy.. but more alive?

So why did he still sound like he was trying to make Brandon breathe again.

“He’ll stay. He.. is waiting for you”

Jeremy hissed, his jaw ticking with unleashed anger when he grabbed his phone back.

“Send me the fucking location of the hospital Nikolai and so help me God when I see him because he wished he’d run away”

“You’d be surprised”, Nikolai echoed with an almost hollow voice and hung up.

What was that supposed to mean?

Jeremy didn’t wait to find it out as he rushed to his car, his father following. I knew that Adrian also had a vendetta against Ilya for betraying his son like that.

“How are we sure this is not a trap?”, Astor asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“I don’t think so”, Killian threw in.

“What? Do you think he suddenly had a change of heart?”, Levi spat. His tone towards my son was pure poison and I was about to punch his fucking face for that.

“Not a change but maybe a loss..”

Again, his eyes swam into a further nothing when I could practically hear his brain working.

“What are you saying, Kill?”, I asked.

“I said I would betray my people for Glyndon, Dad. Now empathize with me. When would I come back?”

He looked at me – no, past me. Like he was chasing a long-gone shadow.

I furrowed my eyebrows thinking about his question.

What did he mean?

When would Killian come back?

Especially like Ilya. Why would he all of a sudden try to help? Seemingly?

If he wanted to safe Maya then-

My eyes widened when realization slapped me.

I felt like someone poured cold water over my head, freezing me to my bones.

“Mr King. Please show me the picture of Mia”

Mia? Wait – why Mia?

Levi looked at me for a second before he looked back at my son.

“Why?”

He just reached out his hand, waiting for him to give him the phone.

After three heartbeats Levi reluctantly handed him his photo after opening something and –

Fuck- FUCK

Was this my heart breaking?

My lungs that were shuttering?

The corners of my eyes blackened for a moment when I blinked, my eyes desperately trying to focus on the picture in front of me but my body was revolting to even witness what I was seeing.

No, no, no. Not my little princess. Not my beautiful, innocent niece!

Not M-

“Maya. This is Maya”

Killian’s voice came out like the reapers.

Dark and lifeless.

Gone.

“The message said-“

“It’s a lie. Only to pitch Landon against us. This is Maya.. ..I ..recognize my cousin”

A heavy and dark blanket laid upon us as we all stared down to the picture. No, not everyone. Astor, Nash and King were avoiding it. So they knew before.

And.. I looked at Killian.

He knew too. He didn’t see the picture, obviously a mix up happened between the twins, but he knew that his cousin died. That’s why he wouldn’t tell me.

“That’s why Ilya came back”, I whispered.

That’s the only reason Killian would come back too. If it was too late. If he had lost Glyndon. Only then he’d help for a last time.

Maybe him not because of guilt but because of revenge. To stop them from plotting and pull them all to hell with him.

“Maya is..”

“What about my daughter?”

The voice belonged to my brother-in-law. Kyle Hunter who stepped out of Aiden’s car together with him and his son Eli.

He had stayed with them behind to clean any mess they might’ve left with their last snooping and got rid of unnecessary attention.

We were so indulged that we didn’t even hear them approaching, yet alone getting out of the car.

Levi snatched the phone back from Killian and everyone kind of stepped away from the circle we all built.

“We got Ilya”

Killian announced to his uncle. “We are heading to the hospital; Brandon is being treated.”

I refused to look into Kyle’s eyes as I followed my son back to the car, but a strong arm stopped me.

“Ash”

The familiarity broke me for a second and my eyes met with Aiden’s who was looking at us from a few feet away with a calculative look.

“What did you guys talk about? What happened to my daughter?”

I felt like needles were piercing my skin and a heavy stone was setting in my throat.

“She-“

Sudden gun shots interrupted me when we found ourselves in the middle of an attack.

Kyle pulled my head down and we ran to the next car, jumping in.

I checked if my son got in safely but gladly there was nobody left on the open field as we raced out of danger. How the fuck did they find us so quickly?

I dialed Aiden’s number, and he picked up after the first ring.

“Did everyone make it?”

“Yeah” I heard him driving over a man.

“Everyone’s safe.” He sounded too calm.

“Put it on loudspeaker”, Kyle grunted next to me.

“How many can you see King?”

“A few. Your little trap worked.”

I furrowed my eyebrows.

“You brought them here?”

“We were on a hunt remember? Time to catch the prey.”

I looked back and saw Aiden behind us, both him and his son looking almost bored as multiple cars were chasing them.

“By putting everyone in danger?”

“We didn’t. We knew they would come, obviously” Aiden stated through the phone. “Why chase them when we can let them follow us.”

“Work smarter not harder” I smirked, and I knew Aiden was doing the same. It was his motto since I could remember.

“How did you lure them in?”

I asked, not quite understanding yet why they were suddenly so open with their attacks.

“Simple”, Aiden said with and obvious undertone. “Find out that Adam is not the only one behind this shit and kidnap their accomplice who most definitely would spill his whereabouts with a tiny bit of torture”

“What a pussy”, Kyle grunted, obviously speaking about a session they both had when we left.

How long were they gone exactly?

But wait? Accomplice? As in-

“It’s not Adam Herran behind this?”

“Oh he is”

“But he apparently wasn’t alone”, Kyle commented while he made a sharp left turn, the car chase getting more difficult as we snaked through the traffic.

I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Who?”

“An old high school friend”

I waited.

“Christopher Vans”, he spoke darkly.

#rinakent #daintylotusflower #fanfiction #legendofgods

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yakumtsaki · 1 year

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OH MY GOD

-H̶O̵W C̸O̶U̷L̶D Y̸O̵U̵ ̶A̵I̸D̴E̵N, I̴ G̷AV̴E U̸P M̷Y L̴I̸F̴E A̶S A̷ C̷R̶Y̶P̴T S̸E̷R̵V̶A̴N̵T F̸O̴R̶ T̶H̷I̶S🧟‍♀️

Bro I can’t. I try to unlag our lot by marrying Sugar off, he cheats on his wife. I try to unlag our lot by marrying Sandy off, she gets cheated on. Not to be self-centered but WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME

-Welcome back Sandy, the bathrooms need cleaning! -G̷O̷O̵D̴ T̵O̴ ̴B̸E̴ B̴A̶C̴K🧟‍♀️

UGH

-Don’t worry bitch, I’m about to help with the lag once I take this final dump!

-Nice! About time I fuck outta here, see you stupid assholes never!

DOBRONEGA NO

-Tell Cyn that I love her and my children that I hate them!

-NOOOOO DOBRIE NOOOO HOW AM I GONNA LIVE WITHOUT YOU💗

Poor Cyn was devastated, she cried for days, her and Dobronega really had a Victoria/Victor pet soulmate thing going💔 RIP Dobronega, I’ll miss you so much💔

Because I wasn’t upset enough, the goddamn cleanbot had the worst meltdown yet, look at this shit:

FML. Sophito you have maxed mechanical, feel like taking a crack at fixing this??

-No thanks, I’d much rather play the piano and risk actual death by flies!

Thank God we have iVan around here because you people are USELESS.

Case in point. The military uniform is killing me.

-𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲. 𝙸𝙵 𝙲𝚈𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚈 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙲 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂.

Bartholomew’s amazing 1 nice point is starting to reveal itself, this kid is a NIGHTMARE.

-Come on, Barth, concentrate! You’re four, you need to learn how to speak! -GOO GOO >:(

Bartholomew straight up exhausted Sophie so I had to send in reinforcements.

-Alright, listen here, Bratolomew, I have enough disappointing family members, so learn to talk or Mr. Teddy loses his head. -FINE, YOU WIN, GEEZER

Felina returns from her first day of school, runs to hug Sophito (I’ll never get used to what good parents him and Liz are)-

-and brings with her Spice! Sugar has actually been a really good dad other than you know, destroying his marriage for no reason, while Spice was a toddler I always invited Sug over to hang out with his bebe so they have a good relationship. Now that Spice is a kid we can invite him over to our lot!

Awwwww❤️ God Sugar I’m still SO PISSED AT YOU FOR THE CLAIRE DIVORCE

Jojo is on his last legs (screaming crying throwing up) so I fulfil his wish to re-become a werewolf-

-BUT APPARENTLY HE HAD A SIMULTANEOUS FEAR OF BECOMING ONE TOO. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. WILL YOU MAKE UP YOUR MIND

-NO.

Here we go again, YOU’RE CURED. LAST TIME JOJO, I MEAN IT

-It’s ok, I’ve made up my mind..

-..a face this stunning should not be covered in fur!

No comment!

-OH MY GOD MY NEAT POINTS CAN’T TAKE THIS MESS -MINE NEITHER I’M LOSING MY MIND -IF ONLY iVAN OR SANDY WERE HERE TO CLEAN -EXACTLY, WE’RE TOO GOOD FOR IT

Un.real.

OH HELL YA, GET IT. Once we hit half a mil we’re moving to an even bigger, laggier mansion!

-Omg you guys, isn’t so funny how all 3 of you have worked most of your lives and I got a job as an elder and make more than you? Huhu!🌸

-Seriously, it’s totally crazy how my earnings have eclipsed yours! I mean look at Sophie, worked and worked to top the law career and for what?💗 -So I can represent myself in your murder trial. -Huhu looks like you guys are having your toast with a side of envy! Don’t even get me started on Shajar, mayor by 25 because she was running unopposed! Boy my life is FINALLY perfect!🌸

-HI WHAT THE HECK💗 -That’s right Cyneswith, I’m here to replace Aiden and Jack Do as your obligatory psycho spurned lover! I’m gonna barge in here daily to catch you cheating on me with your husband!

OH MY GOD GINGER SHEA JOHNSTON GTFO WHEN WILL THIS STOP

Awww❤️

Awwwwww❤️

Aww- SUGAR WHY IS THE GIRL YOU CHEATED ON JESSICA WITH HERE

-What do you think, Barth, time for ole’ uncle Sugar to get married again?

YA IT ABSOLUTELY IS NOT

I don’t know if you guys realize how long I’ve been trying to get Sandy on top of the culinary career, it’s RIDIC. This is the hardest time I’ve had with a career since Wyatt, Sandy WTF

-P̸E̸O̵P̸LE D̸I̵S̷C̴R̶IM̵I̶N̷A̵T̴E A̴G̷A̴I̴N̵S̸T Z̸O̷M̷B̷I̸E C̷O̷O̴K̸S̴! S̷O̷M̵E̷O̸N̷E F̵I̵N̷DS Y̵O̷U̸R E̷Y̵E I̴N T̷H̸E̴I̵R S̴O̷U̵P̸ O̵N̷C̷E-🧟‍♀️

OK MOVING ON

-Alright Felina, seeing as science is your one true hobby, your father is useless, and I have one day left on this wretched planet, it’s time for me to teach you the secrets of repairing iVan! -But I don’t wanna learn to repair that stupid robot, huhu!🌸 -ALRIGHT THE HUHUING STOPS NOW. Write this down: “To repair iVan you turn off his killmode switch-” which of course I’ve always left on.. -Ok.. -“and reassure him you love him and he’s a good boy, but if he doesn’t calm down you’re turning him into car parts”.

Oh wow, super scientific!

It’s Bartholomew’s birthday from which I have no pics because iVan almost killed us again..

-𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝙻𝙴𝙶 𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝚂𝙲𝙷𝙾𝙾𝙻 𝙱𝚄𝚂. -Believe it, buddy!

..and here he is with his glorious Ti-Ning nose! Boy did that toddlerhood cuteness of yours disappear.

-We get the face we deserve!

At least you’re self-aware!

Felina brought Cyan, June and Lakshmi’s bb with her from school! It’s so nice that all our lil cousins we’ll go to college with are showing up❤️

-Swan soooooooooong......... So loooooooong, shitty family, so looooooooooong..............🎵

It’s time😭😭😭

-Hello, old friend. Have you come for me? -I HAVE BEEN WALKING BY YOUR SIDE FOR A LONG TIME💀 -That I know. -ARE YOU PREPARED💀 -You have no idea.

SHAJAR DO YOU FUCKING MIND

OH MY GOD SHAJAR SERIOUSLY GET OUT OF THE FRAME

-It’s alright, it’s only appropriate that Shajar disappoint me one last time. So long, family! And truly, it’s been SO LONG. I’m going to find Wyatt now, but don’t worry, my spirit will always be with you, judging, lecturing, and making you soil yourselves.

-WAAAAAAAAH -WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH -HEY-YO SHAJ! -HEY-YO!

OH MY. FRANCES

-DADDY NO!!!!

OH WOW LOOK WHO WOKE UP. Shajar seriously ffs even for you this was unreal. Jojo left money to absolutely everyone, even Don! Charitable king💔

Frankly, I don’t even know what to say about Jojo, like I try to keep things lighthearted but I teared up when he died. I loved Jojo since he aged up into the snootiest Mr. Darcy toddler of all time, he was one of my favorite sims ever, he had so much personality, he was so much fun to play, and despite being pure evil he really did love his family and always tried to shame them into not being losers. Most of all, he loved Wyatt, with whom he’s now reunited❤️ RIP Jojo, I’ll miss you terribly-

-but clearly your spirit will live on. ABSOLUTELY NOT, SOPHITO

#long post #gen 4 #ts2

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maitaiwiththecorpses · 9 months

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The Real Thing

1- My Fault

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

Aru Shah was screaming.

What's new?

"Y'know, when people say I like you to someone, they typically mean in a romantic way, dumbass."

Aru Shah was screaming at Aiden Acharya.

Well, an imaginary version of him.

It was dumb, and possibly psychotic, but what else could one do alone in their room?

Clean?

Bullshit.

The imaginary Aiden's presence was fleeting, and she had to refocus on the image of the boy in her mind to keep him in the corner of her room. "And what's the deal with you and Poppy, huh?" She turned to face the miraged boy. "It's all, 'we're friends, Shah,' and then you go giggling with that demon bitch-" a bit far, but a safe space is a no-judgement space, too.

She threw her clothes in a hamper. HA! Look! She could multitask. Laundry and screaming at an imaginary pretty boy.

"You know, the whole reason we're in this mess is because of her," she reminded him. There was no trace of recognition in his eyes, no reaction. Just a phantom that looked like the boy across the street. "I'm serious- don't give me that look- she was recording me and was going to ruin my life-" And you could have dealt with it, a small voice in her head interrupted. You could have fessed up to your lies and had a clean slate.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. Shit. This was her fault. She knew, of course, but the lie that Poppy was the root cause had always given her comfort. Under the merciless glare of Aiden, though, the lie seemed more like a flimsy excuse, and she was at fault.

"FINE! You got me!" She yelled at the figure. "I let the Sleeper out. It's my fault."

No reaction.

She threw Vajra at the figure and opened a window. No more of this imaginary Aiden bullshit.

She didn't want to talk anymore.

2- House Of Friendship

"I didn't know you were a Taylor Swift fan," she said nonchalantly. She had opened the door to her room to find imaginary Aiden there. Might as well have a talk. "Let me guess, you tell people your favorite album's Folklore when you're more of a Lover girlie?" She raised a brow, grinning madly at the holographic boy.

Right. He's not real, despite the slight look of judgement developing on his face.

Shit, she's not supposed to even know anything about Taylor Swift.

"Uh, I mean... whaaaaat? Taylor who?" Her cheeks were on fire and there was no recovering. She groaned in repent, flopping on her bed. "I like Reputation," she said, voice muffled by her pillow.

"You know," she said suddenly, sitting up, "we should totally do an album listen. Like, when our queen of pop releases new music." She started pacing around the room. "Like, we'd put up fairy lights, and make a giant pillow fort- I trust you to bring food, but of course I'm gonna be in charge of the fort- Oh! And we could take my mom's AirPods and listen to the new album together! See, Wifey, technology!" She made jazz hands to imaginary Aiden grinning like an idiot. "You're so damn stubborn about technology," she groused when imaginary Aiden maintained his judgmental face. "I bet you're one of those people who don't like it when their thermostats are connected to google home or something like that," she got up to her computer, pulling up a picture of the google home tech. "See? Not so bad- but that wall color is!" She exclaimed in disgust. Aiden would agree with her. Army green is no color for a living room. Something about color theory and light, but she mostly thought it was ugly.

"There's no way our house is gonna look like that, you hear me? We do yellow and white and that's it-"

Oh.

HOLD UP.

What was that about our house???

Yellow and white?!

WHY WAS ARU PLANNING THEIR FUTURES TOGETHER???

"I bet you're terrible to live with," she snapped at the imaginary Aiden. Surprisingly, he scowled at her in disapproval.

"What? You know it's true," she lied. It probably wasn't. He was probably one of those people who cleaned as they cooked and did laundry twice a week periodically so that it didn't pile up and, in that process, took care of all the soft ass blankets in the house which were probably really nice to cuddle in-

Aiden was smirking at her. A figment of her imagination was making fun of her.

"Rude," she muttered, throwing a pillow at him. He didn't disappear. "Ugh, you're probably one of those people who make their partners communicate and shit," she said, cheeks on fire.

STOP IMAGINING AIDEN IN A RELATIONSHIP! She screamed at herself.

"And, to make matters worse, you probably gatekeep all the food in arguments." Imaginary Aiden frowned at her. He turned to leave and she stumbled out of bed, grabbing at nothing. "NO- wait! C'mon, you and I both know I didn't mean it like that. You would be great to live with even if you're a snob, and we'd have a whole lot of fun painting a house together!" She pleaded desperately. Since when could imaginary Aiden decide for himself? "Really, I would love-" she choked on the word slightly, "- to- well, live with you! Cause love! And friendship!" She offered awkwardly.

He smiled at her before shaking his head.

Then he left.

Why did he always leave?

3- Promises...

"ARU-!"

And they were gone.

She was gone.

She was with the Sleeper.

There was no one here.

Make no noise, she told herself.

For twenty minutes, she sat there in silence, looking around. No one came.

She softly cried, the reality of the situation hitting her.

She was alone, in the Sleeper's lair. She wanted her mom. She wanted Boo. She wanted her sisters. She wanted the Potatoes.

She wanted to go home.

"I know, Shah. We'll get out of here soon." Imaginary Aiden. She couldn't be mad at him.

She shook her head like a toddler, sobs racking her body. "You don't know that." Aiden came up to her and hugged her, snaking his arms around her waist.

"Yes I do. They're not going to leave you like this." She could feel his breath against her ear, a phantom of a kiss to her forehead-

"But they should," she sobbed. "They should get themselves out of this mess and leave me here to rot." She looked up at imaginary Aiden. "You should, too."

"What, and leave the best person I know in the hands of our enemies?" Aiden smiled sadly at her. "I don't think so, Shah."

She had nothing to say to that. Her eyes were getting droopy and sleep was going to take her soon.

"Rest, Aru. You're not going to remember this, but I promise we'll get you out of here."

Her thoughts were messed up, and she wasn't thinking quite right, so maybe she was already asleep when she said it, or maybe imaginary Aiden heard her mumble 'I love you'.

Either way, darkness was reclaiming her soon.

4- ... And No Promises

"It's not so bad, asshole," she glared at imaginary Aiden in the corner.

"Yes it is, Shah," he glared back.

"Our souls in a past life were married- how is it any worse now?" She took the garland of her neck and took the bindi off. The ordeal with the vanara fake wedding had just gone down, and real life Aiden was throwing a hissy fit for the ages.

And so was imaginary Aiden now.

"It's worse because we, Aru and Aiden were gonna get married. Not Arjun and Daupadi. They're the soulmates, Shah, not us."

She wanted to scream that, by technicality, they were soulmates too.

Instead, she yelled at him. "And? Would it be so bad to marry me? Huh?" She walked menacingly towards him, at her wit's end. "You say and do all these things, but the minute you're faced with any kind of commitment you run away!"

Oh, boy. The floodgates were open now.

"We are not you parents! You are not your parents! You're better than that! You know better! I'm not going to leave you," she choked out, half bawling. It was an ugly cry, the kind that girls who were always unwanted did when they were reminded of their unwantedness. "I would never willingly leave you," she said again, determination set in her eyes. "That's what love is."

"None of that matters, Aru," imaginary Aiden said coldly.

"Because Kara, right?" She asked softly.

Aiden immediately softened. "Because I'm going to die, Shah." Aru was sure by now she had fallen asleep- there was no way the flying erasers came with the room she was in.

"No you're not," she said, confused.

"That's not something you can promise," Aiden said sadly.

He was right, for once.

She couldn't promise that.

5- Till Death Do Us Part

"Blind rage looks great on you, Shah," Aiden said snarkily.

She turned to him in hysteria, tears streaming down her face and a fire in her eyes. "You're dead," she spat. "You left me here."

"People need you," he said calmly.

"I need you! I matter more than those people- or at least I thought I did-"

"The greater good-"

"Is bullshit!" She screamed. Atlanta was empty in the thin 4 am morning light. "The greater good, and saving everyone is bullshit if you're not here!" She breathed in deeply, pulling herself together to deliver a final, some might even say deathly blow.

"If the stories are true- which they are- then I'm going to die soon."

Aiden froze in the corner of her vision, then immediately rushed over to her. "Shah? Hey, listen, you can't-"

It was like he was actually clinging to her shoulder. She did not move away. "Arjun dies soon after Draupadi does. It's over for me." She turned to him, nearly hopeful. "I'm done. I'm tired, Aiden. I don't want to fight without you."

It was his turn to rage, it seemed, cause Aiden shook her shoulders and Aru actually felt it. "Listen to me, Shah. I'm going to come back. But in order for me to do that, you have to fight. Giving up now ensures that we both die, and I'm not willing to accept that, yet."

She cried even harder. When did the world become deserving of this boy?

"Light 'em up, Shah," he said softly, holding her hands.

She nodded at him, cracking a smile only to say, "you mean, arson, right?" Before he laughed sadly at her and disappeared.

She could feel her soul fighting to escape her body, she could feel herself being drained of her lifeblood-

But she just.

Won't.

Stop.

6- For Real This Time

Aiden was in the corner of the room, typing away at his computer.

"I was thinking red velvet?" Aru asked.

He cracked a smile, looking up from his work on the laptop. "Do you know how to make it?"

"Brynne lives twenty minutes away," she replied. She pulled him out of his chair and wrapped her arms around him.

"What's this for?"

"Corporeal affection is superior to verbal affection."

"Meaning...?"

"Meaning I need a damn hug, Wifey." She squeezed tighter, breathing in the scent of fresh laundry.

"Red velvet sounds a little extra, don't you think?" They were swaying softly on the spot to no music, and Aru leaned her head on his chest, listening to the stead thump of his heart.

"Yeah, but we are extra," she said. In full honesty, she would love to skip the dinner tonight with the Potatoes and just stay in bed, but she knew this was important.

"How about chocolate? I think we have a box mix in the pantry."

Aru sighed dramatically, falling back on their bed. "Fiiiiiine. But don't get offended when we get called basic."

"We are basic, Shah," Aiden said, already walking to the kitchen.

"Hey, I thought we were extra!" She called back.

Seems not.

When she finally got out of bed and into pants, she found Aiden mixing away in the kitchen, with powdered sugar in his hair.

Gods, this was real.

So, so real.

She smiled at him, thankful for the fact.

In the corner of her eye, imaginary Aiden waved goodbye, smiling softly as he faded away.

She didn't need him anymore.

She had the real thing.

#aruden #lightning smolder #aru shah #roshani chokshi #the pandava quintet #aiden acharya #aru shah and the city of gold #aru shah and the end of time #aru shah and the nectar of immortality #aru shah and the song of death #aru shah and the tree of wishes #the potatoes #aru x aiden

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b3achysurfur · 5 months

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fuck Logan, like really. I actually hate him so much. I cant stand looking at him. Everytime I hear about him I contemplate killing myself. He makes me pull my hair out strand by strand. I have so many questions to ask him. a lot of which include “can you act normal?” “ur one werid ass mf?” “u smell like a can of bounce tha ass?” “when’s the last time you took a shower?” “can you die soon?” “I hope you get stuck in the phantom world alone? forever?”. yk logans really werid because, well he’s Logan, and also because he’s just fucking werid!! I actually physically hate what he’s like. everyone else in the main cast got good 5S’ but Logan?? HORRIBLE. it’s actually so YUCK! he’s so iffy I just want to lock him away forever. #derogatory ! this kid talkin ab sm “I love the stars🥺” as if he can even see em. they live in a city / suburb , stars are covered by light pollution. Or maybe they’re hiding from that nerdy creep that keeps tryin look at them. shit. I would too!! Either way, Logan is on some sorta 🍃 if he thinks he can see the constellations. prob got it from his grandpa. haha. not to mention he doesn’t have any home training. his dumbass always gotta be in everyone else’s business. maybe instead of tryin sneak a peek at Bens sketchbook you should sneak a peak in that mirror and fix your mf face!! You guys fell into his trap. you guys are all nice to him, but little do yk, that’s what he wants. He’s plotting. And y’all keep falling into his trap head first!! y’all fell for it!! not me tho. because you gotta know nerdy freaks like Logan are ALWAYS up to some funky shit and ya gotta keep an eye out. see Logan got the advantage here bc he got 4 fuckin eyes, but if I slap those glasses, he down to (maybe) one , if it wanna work that day. he’s so evil. I was mourning Aiden and he thought he could sneak away. he took my grief as an escape route from my hate. cheeky bitch. anyways, the day me and Logan get to scrap it out , the world will be at peace because Logan will be gone.

#sbg #school bus graveyard webtoon #school bus graveyard #schoolbus graveyard #sbg (webtoon)#logan hate #logan slander #i hate logan fields.#fuck logan

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shy-urban-hobbit · 8 months

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Aiden starts forgetting things from his pre-Witcher life and panics. Luckily Cedric is there to help out.

Aiden's relationship with Cedric inspired by @inexplicifics . Check out their stuff, it's amazing!!

Aiden felt his breathing start to hitch, he’d finally managed to get the soup to go from a bright orange to a dark brown but it still didn’t smell right. No matter what he tried something was off and he didn’t know how to fix it. It was stupid Joel’s fault! He was the one who’d started a conversation over dinner about what their favourite foods had been from before.

“This soup my mother used to make." Aiden had replied, "It was so spicy it’d always make my nose run a little, but I loved it.”

Someone, he couldn’t remember who, had asked what had been in it to make it so warm and Aiden’s mind had turned blank. And so here he was in the relative privacy of the far side of the camp on the pretence of working on his potion making, hunched over a small cooking fire and surrounded by pilfered jars, trying to prove something.

It wasn’t fair! They’d been warned they’d start forgetting bits and pieces of their old lives but why did he have to lose this first? Why not the name of the town where he broke his wrist when he was three, or the time some random farmer let him feed an apple to his horse? Why did it have to be parts of her first?

He and his mother were always on the road, just the two of them. She’d never explained the why and wherefores, or if she had, he’d been too young to fully understand. All he knew was that while the other sights, sounds and smells had been ever changing, this one had been constant. The sweet, spicy smell permeating the air as Aiden watched her add various powders to the broth with all the precision of an alchemist. The two of them sat with a mug each as she ran her fingers through his hair and told him stories or sang in a language Aiden only half knew, the smell of the spices clinging to her clothes.

“Aiden, what are you – shit, kid. Guxart’s going to throw a fit when he sees this. You know how expensive these are.” Cedric said, taking in the scattered jars of various spices, some a good deal emptier than they had been whilst others were spilling half of their contents onto the grass.

Aiden turned to him, looking completely lost, “I can’t remember it. It’s something that’s always been in the back of my head, but when I try to actually think about it, it’s not...I can’t.” He buried his head in his hands with what might have been a sob.

Cedric edged closer, leaning over the pot and taking an appraising sniff, “You used too much Cumin.”

Aiden peered at him from behind his fingers, “What?”

“Cumin. It’s smothering everything else. Here, balance it with this.” He held out one of the jars to Aiden, “Keep adding it until I tell you to stop. Ok?”

As predicted, Cedric’s presence acted like a balm as he calmly gave instructions. It had been that way ever since the older Witcher had bent to his level with a friendly smile. Giving Aiden one of the sweet, flaky pastries he’d been eyeing covetously earlier while he quizzed him about where his mother was (he honestly had no idea. She’d told him to wait in the market and that had been two days ago) and what he knew about Witchers.

When he was around ten years old, Aiden had asked Cedric if he actually was his father: the two of them looked similar enough after all with the same unruly curly hair, the same nose and dimpled smile and he sure as hell acted like he was Aiden's parent sometimes. Cedric had laughed until he’d choked before explaining that no, they shared no blood in either of their respective family lines, and why it was impossible for Witchers to sire children so if he had any hopes of that, best dash them to the wind right now (at the time, Aiden had screwed his face up in response. Babies – blech).

Aiden took a mouthful of the finished soup before passing the mug over to Cedric, who’d bitched good-naturedly about how “You better plan on sharing seeing as I did half the work.”

“How did you know how to make it right?” Aiden asked, “You’re way older than me and I couldn't remember anything.”

“Cheeky shit.” Cedric aimed a lazy swipe at his head which Aiden easily dodged, “One of my predecessors taught me how, decades back. Not everyone here's a fan of spicy shit so I tend to make it for myself on The Path when I can.”

“You mean you’ve been able to make this the entire time I’ve known you and you never said anything?”

“Neither did you.” Cedric countered, “If I’d known this was important to you I would’ve shown you how way sooner. I keep telling you, at least one person around here will know something if you ask. Witcher shit isn’t the only stuff that gets passed down you know.”

“Well yeah. But I always just thought that meant like, drinking games and dirty songs and shit like that. That’s all I’ve seen get passed down when everyone’s back here for winter.”

Cedric snorted, “You’re not completely wrong. Nah, more personal stuff tends to be sorted in private. Which is why nobody bothered us after I shooed Axel away. He came over when you were trying to get the curry powder off your hands.” He said in answer to Aiden’s unspoken question of when the hell had Axel been there, “Seriously though.” He handed the mug back to Aiden, “Anything else before another meltdown occurs? I’m waaay older after all. I can probably tell you the best person to ask.”

Aiden shook his head, leaning against Cedric's side and momentarily picturing himself as that little boy sat in his mother’s lap while she held the mug steady to stop him spilling.

“Just this. For now.”

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #aiden centric #witcher aiden #aiden

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ladykailolu · 10 months

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Remember the Marigold getting murdered Scenerio

Imagine it’s the 3rd day of trial, Phoenix is defending Godot

(bonus is it’s with the help of Maya who managed to spirit channel a particularly determined and bitter Mia)

and Phoenix has finally found out who the real killer is

A older (16) boy who went to the neighboring high school, who Marigold caught dealing drugs before stabbing her

And as Phoenix presses him to get him to confess on the stand the boy finally snaps and says

“It’s that bitch’s own fault she’s dead!”

“All she had to do was shut her mouth!”

“I told her I would let her go with no issues if she kept her mouth shut!”

“But that stupid girl just had to keep going on about how “I had to pay for what I did””

“Going on about “upholding justice” like her stupid whore of a mother did, and like her idiot uncle or something would do, and like her fool of father would want her to do”

“If anything, her father should go to jail for raising her to be a god damn idiot!”

“My parents raised me for success, and I wasn’t about to let some dumb bitch fuck it all up”

How would old Godot, sitting in the defendant’s chair, and Uncle Phoenix at the defense table react to that

(And Ghost Mia for the bonus)

The knowledge that she died trying to make them proud of her

[I’ve been watching a lot of homicide documentaries and things in courtroom outbursts]

Poor Marigold Fey was in the wrong place, wrong time. This reminds me of the Aiden Fucci case--a 14 year old boy who killed 13-year old Tristyn Bailey via 114 stabs.

Mari probably caught the guy meeting up with someone else near a forested area and tried to run away to notify the police, but he caught her by the wrist and dragged her into the woods. Then stabbed her until she stopped talking or make any kind of sounds for good. Mari had died at the scene long before anyone found her body.

Imagine if on day 1 of the trial, it began as a missing person's case. Marigold wasn't found out to be dead yet, but she was missing and hasn't come home in quite some time. She missed classes which was entirely unlike her, and Godot, whom she lives with, hasn't seen her come home. Throughout the trial, Godot is upset, mind racing, trying to think of where she could be and what happened to her. It's tough simply not having answers of what happened to your own child. At this time, the most likely suspect was Godot. He was the closest one to Mari, and Mari wasn't known to have enemies. He must have done something to her, right?

They don't have a body or any signs that there was violence or bloodshed during the investigation, so they don't accuse Godot of murder. Yet.

Then they find Mari's body, cold and lifeless, stuck with several knife wounds all over. It's a bloody, tragic mess. And when Godot hears of the news not just of his daughter's violet death but that the blame was being focused on him, his heart breaks. There's simply no coming back from this. He could never heal from someone so dear being ripped from his heart again.

At first, it's his bitterness and anger that keeps him fighting, but by day three when the truth is revealed, Godot is simply burned out. He has no more energy to fight. Only despair. He lost everything all over again, and when he's found not guilty and allowed to walk as a free man again, he'll never feel free. He'll never feel okay again. The whole point of living, to work his coffee shop, to stay among the living was to support his daughter. It was pointless now.

I imagine that after this trial is over with, after that kid was put away for life, after the funeral for Marigold finally ended, and she was laid to rest, something changed in Godot. He looked older, frailer. Quieter and lived like a shut-in. Feenie tries to check-in with him, but Godot hardly responds. He essentially fades out, and the memory of him stays a memory for Pheonix, Maya, and everyone else who knew him.

Every father's day and every one of Marigold's birthdays and major holidays, Godot visits Marigold's grave to lay flowers at her tombstone and spend some time with her. And he prays. He takes comfort in knowing that Mari is up there with her mother, and someday, he'll be with them too. He hasn't touched her room since her death was announced. Her bed was still unmade, her clothes strewn over her desk chair for days since Godot told her to put it all in a laundry basket. He would never touch any of it as if he was trapped in a delusion that she would come back home someday.

Do you think that if Maya or Pearl channeled Mia and let her speak to Godot that Mia would say that Marigold is doing ok now? Would Mia even know? Or maybe they would channel Marigold and let her talk and describe where she is. Or maybe the ghosts simply don't know where they are and their memories are limited to the physical world.

Either way, it'd be sweet if Godot could talk to Mari from time to time. It might be another reason to live--if he could only hear her daughter's voice. Even now, Godot spends a lot of time sipping coffee and thumbing through Marigold's scrapbook, looking over her baby pictures, her kid pictures, her quinceañera pictures, etc, etc. She was a princess through and through. His princess.

And sometimes...Uncle Feenie and Aunt Maya join Godot in visiting Marigold's grave. She was buried next to her mother, Mia. And they reminisce about Marigold, all the cute stories of her childhood, that time she spilled the coffee beans all over the kitchen floor, the way she looked just like a princess during her quinceañera, her first dance with her father, all those pictures she drew in crayons of everyone close to her, how bright she was.

Her mother would be proud of her. Her father most certainly is.

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MULTIMUSE QUESTIONAIRE

RULES: Answer the questions with the Muses that would best fit the answers. Bonus if you give details why.

For funsies because I can, I'll include the new muses I haven't yet set to public on my muse list yet because why not.

1) Rank your softest Muse and your toughest Muse. (Personality-wise) - from softest to the toughest muse.... Well, the more softer muses would be: Maisie, Ellie, Delta, Lorelei, Dreamer, Juniper, Nelly.

And I feel like I'd put Jamie, Thalia, Alpha, Henry, Rex, Vesper and Mara (new) in the middle.

Whereas the tougher muses would be Charlie, Lakota, Aiden, Bailey, Nevaeh, Umbra (new) and Kalika (new).

I'd probably mark Ellie as the softest of them all, and Charlie as the toughest. Ellie has the most overall introverted personality, she doesn't want any problems, no conflict, no nothing. If you push her buttons far enough she will definitely scar you for life, but I mean, she's a werewolf with underlying anger issues, so like... What do you expect? And Charlie is just, capable of downright evil. I'd tie her with Lakota and Kalika but those two are different in that they are the way they are because of what they are by nature, whereas Charlie is simply an old fashioned bitch.

2) Which Muse would blow through $1000 quickly? - Maisie could blow $1000 so fast you'd question if she ever had $1000 in the first place. And probably on food.

3) Do any of them have nicknames? Is there a meaning behind them? - BELOW THE CUT because it gets long from here.

Charlie has often been referred as the Coyote because of Fang or by those who know of her shapeshifting ability. Friends may call her Charles (can't take credit there, @vulpuslunae did it first!) Dreamer is known as the Reaper, Little Reaper, Reaper Cat because he is exactly those things. Lakota is called many things by everyone and I'd say a staple would be monster, forest monster, or mother nature's monster. But she's also called an akhlut, which is, a vicious beast that takes the form of a wolf/orca or aquatic wolf. Friends may call her Kota! Lorelei has been known as the forest spirit or forest guardian. She is also called a certhera, which means a creature that takes the form of a leopard/stag, the name itself being a mix between the scientific names for the deer and the leopard. Friends may call her Lori. Kalika (new) would be more famously known as the demon in the woods, or called the cursed wolf, or named yutara which is the combination between the scientific name for the maned wolf and the greek word for "curse." Friends may call her Kali or Kal. Mara (new) was given the nickname Queen while she was in the military, because she is a feline shapeshifter, and "queen" is what you call a female cat. Friends may call her Mar (or her brother). Maisie is often called Little Kitty, Kitty or Kitty Cat by Charlie, but I could possibly see others calling her this as well. And of course, it is because of Fox and the fact that she can shapeshift into a cat. Umbra (new) is a species of dragon that has long-been known as the "witch's dragon" because of their strong connection to magic and also their common alliance with witches back in the day. Also called the dreadwyrm, now I'm still putting together her backstory but the idea here is that she was a war dragon at some point and the enemy nicknamed her this. Vesper was sometimes referred to as Morning Star, that is what his name means. However, this is something that was mostly used while he was in captivity. Rex was occasionally called "king" because that is what his name means by his humans when he lived in his enclosure. Ellie used to be called Eleven, but that wasn't necessarily a nickname. She was just a number in some lab. She could be called El by friends! Juniper has no special nicknames, but friends and family may call her Juni. Delta may sometimes be called Del for short. She also particularly likes "good dog." Alpha has a few things that he's been called, blue beast because he's a massive blue wolf, beast of wolf lake; where he lives and again, massive wolf. Lightning wolf because he is known and or rumored to harness lightning, and lastly, hero of wolf lake due to his history. Nelly has no particularly special nicknames, but friends might call her Nel. Jamie & Aiden, Thalia, Nevaeh, Henry, and Bailey do not have any nicknames.

4) Are any of them up-to-speed on the latest trends? Anyone more old school? - My animal muses? No, they don't really care about human or humanoid trends. They just animal. Charlie reminisces on the past sometimes, like old-school and whatnot, probably thinks there's way too many ridiculous rules nowadays, but she stays up to date for the most part. Lakota doesn't give a rat's booty about the latest trends of humans. Bailey lives in the apocalypse and probably doesn't even know what "trend" means, Henry also lives in a post-apocalyptic world. Lorelei does her best to keep up to speed with how times change with the humans. Ellie doesn't know what any of this means. Kalika probably secretly wishes things were like "back then." Thalia keeps up to speed and really enjoys technology. Maisie has no idea wtf she is doing and probably thinks the world has too many rules now. The others just kinda, keep up with the basic things to stay up to speed and don't care too much to look back on the past. They're just... So so? yeah.

5) Who has the best relationship with their siblings? - Charlie didn't have any siblings... Technically, her little group were strangely tight-knit like a family but anyway it doesn't matter because she killed everybody. You could kinda in a way say that Lakota and Lorelei are "siblings" given that they are "related" in the sense that they are each other's opposite, and they, in this current life, have a good standing relationship. Mara and Juniper definitely have the best relationship with their sibling, Mara has a sister and Juniper has a brother. Jamie has or had the worst relationship with her little brother, but that was mainly because of her parents, her brother basically copied their behavior and it just wasn't good.

6) Karaoke night! Who is likely to grab the mic first and bust out a tune? - Maisie, even if she's terrible. She wants the spotlight. She has no sense of shame.

7) Who is least likely to enter a beauty pageant/model? - Lakota. She would hate it so much and she'd also let you know how much she hates it.

8) If your Muses visited a haunted house where actors scare you, who would panic and who would be unfazed? - Panic: Maisie, Ellie. In between: Thalia, Vesper, Henry, Juniper, Delta, Bailey, Mara. Unfazed: Charlie, Lakota, Lorelei, Umbra, Kalika, Rex, Jamie & Aiden, Dreamer, Alpha, Nevaeh, Nelly.

9) Are any of your Muses particular about taking certain modes of transportation? - I have to say... Most really don't care. Except Lakota. Good luck getting her into any kind of vehicle type whatever, doesn't matter what it is, she will walk. She'll get there faster than any mode of transportation anyway. Nevaeh also isn't a fan of most cars because of her horns and wings, she usually doesn't fit comfortably. Well, and I guess Umbra and Rex cause they be dragons and no fit into no modes of transportation. They ARE a mode of transportation. Who needs the dragonmobile? They got you.

10) Share a little-known fact about any Muse. - I feel like I blab about everything regarding my muses that there is nothing left to blab about.... Well, a funny fact is because Ellie can't read, you could show her the written word "cow" and then tell her that's how "dog" looks / spells on paper and she'll probably believe you because she knows nothing about grammar or spelling or written words.

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