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fluorescencefuture · 4 years ago

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Homestuck^2: How I’d write the Omega Kids (and the Candy timeline villains)

I haven't reread Homestuck nor the epilogues in a while so correct me if I'm wrong with anything here. This was all in one go, too, so I probably missed something here or there. I'm also not a native English speaker so pardon some grammar errors.

In General

I’d give them a five-letter name scheme. Names of a group being the same length was a big deal in original HS (human first names had four letters, troll names had six, Ancestors had eight-letter titles, Cherubs had eight letters too, etc.), so it’s odd seeing this new group have names of varying length

I’d also give them all shirt symbols. It’s odd that something so iconic to Homestuck isn’t present in the new kids, either.

I'll write for both the canon post-canon with evil Jane and for my own version with different villains. Evil Jane happens because a highblood troll who hears of the old ways of Alternia attempts to kill her and take her crown, as she's technically the heiress. Jane wins, but she starts to see trolls and Alternian culture in a different light from then on. At first she was only trying to prevent the worst parts of Alternian culture from coming back, but over time grew to despise trolls, and ended up trying to force human culture onto Alternians.

The other Candy villains are a dangerous terrorist rebel group that wants to overthrow the creators and destroy them. They say the creators made the people, abandoned the people for years, then suddenly came back and decided they control the people. The group is made of humans, trolls, carapacians, and even consorts. The mysterious shadowed leader claims to be doing this for the people, but really, all they want is to have control for themselves, and they don't care if any innocents get in the way.

Harry Anderson

Has nothing to fix, he’s perfect as is

Okay but seriously, the guy is the kid with the least questionable things around him. He has no baggage from sharing the same name as an established character (ICP Harry Anderson doesn’t count), and he didn’t come from infidelity.

He also has actual color to his personality. He likes musicals and sewing. He has a good relationship with his dad. Like many kids with divorced parents, he wishes his parents were together again. What do the others have? Vrissy is just a slightly less aggressive Vriska. Tavros is just OG Tavros and Jake combined. Yiffy’s thing is being a dog girl named Yiffany Longstocking. The others could be fleshed out eventually, but with the slow pace and meandering plot we have right now, I doubt it.

If Jane's the villain, things would mostly go the same way. If Jane isn't the villain, it goes two ways: he decides to join Vrissy's guerilla anti-anti-creator group and fight because he wants to protect his parents, or he's just very anti-conflict and avoids the fight because he doesn't think he's up to it. He's frequently threatened but doesn't tell his parents about the threats. Eventually, he gets convinced to join and fight.

Vrissy

So Vrissy’s in relationships with guys who are technically her cousins. At first I was like “well, they’re not biologically related nor were they raised as family so it’s not weird”. But then Tavros called Kanaya “Aunt Kanaya” and now I’m thinking “oh god, that’s really weird”.

Now she’s just a troll girl from school. She's just close to Kanaya and Rose, but isn’t their kid. She isn’t related to anyone. Anyone except Vriska, who she was named after. Vrissy’s new nickname is just Vriss.

Alternatively, her name is something completely different. Honestly, it just seemed like a way to shoehorn in a Vriska for the story. Only for actual Vriska to come back anyway.

Uhh, Eshtha (from Jyeshtha, a Hindu nakshatra Scorpius is associated with)? Oriona (from Orion, the myth where Scorpius is mostly attributed to)? Naiaka (from Manaiakalani, as Hawaiians saw Scorpius as the demigod Maui’s fishhook)? Oh wait, I’ll have to make nicknames for those names too. Uh, Eshty, Riona, and Naiah.

Maybe have her have a personality that’s rather opposite to Vriska’s than have her as Vriska 2. She's more a perky goth, more cheerful and sweet. More "I knew you could do it!" than "So you can do something after all." A beast in battle, of course. She doesn't like to use her mind control powers, because she finds them disturbing.

If Vriska had to come back, the conflict would come from their conflicting personalities. Vriska would pretty much act the same way she did to (Vriska), but this time, Vriss doesn't take any of it and stands her ground.

Whether the villain is Jane or not, she's the one who decides to fight back, and she gets her friends and others to join her. The creators have been nothing but good to her, and she cares about them a lot, especially Rose and Kanaya. Not to mention they're also her friends' parents.

Tavros

Yeah, we’re gonna have to rename that kid. It never made sense to me why Jake and Jane named their kid after some guy they don’t know that well. I don’t remember everything from the Epilogues, but I’ll assume the reason was Gamzee or something. Also weird that Jane, who’s supposed to be racist to trolls, would just...let her kid be named after one.

Something old-ish would work. Flynn? Silas? Avery? Clyde? Niles? Louie?

He's moirails with this Vriss instead of kismeses. The Vrissy/Tavros kismesis also felt like re-hashing the kismesis that Vriska and OG Tavros kinda had.

If we went post-canon villain Jane, he'd be reluctant to join the rebellion and is more of a pacifist who would rather try to talk his mom out of it.

Alternatively, Jane and Jake are separated (but not divorced) and he lives with Jake. Because Jane was never terrible to him and Jake doesn't tell him how bad she's gotten, he disagrees with her but still tries to justify and rationalize that Jane's really doing it from a place of good intentions.

If the villain isn't Jane, then Jane and Jake have been hiding him away, and his friends can only see him when they visit him at his swanky home. You might say he's...housetrapped. He joins because his friends are in it, and doesn't quite grasp how serious things are until the rebels try to kill Jane (the rebels try to kill Jane first because you always kill the healer first).

He's in contact with a mysterious guide who's kinda spacy and a little terrifying at times. His friends think the guide might just be some creepy predator. It's revealed to be Candy Gamzee, out of the fridge and legitimately harmless, but untraceable and doing mysterious things behind the black. Again.

Come to think of it, Dirk's missing too...

Yiffany Longstocking

Yiffy is now the ectokid of Dave and Jade. She looks more like a DaveJade kid than JadeRose, really. Dave and Jade are also either happily married or coming close to an amicable divorce. Yeah, the toxic shit Jade did and the erasure of Dave's bisexuality also don't exist here. Jade, Dave, Karkat, and Terezi are backing Vrissy's anti-anti-creator group.

Her new name is something unisex. Riley? Logan? Robin? Sloan? Salem?

She spends a lot of time outside doing sports and doesn't talk much. She's not very close to the other three kids, but she's surprisingly pretty close to her Aunt Rose.

While Jade and Dave are out on a mission for Karkat (this is the mission Candy Dave dies), she gets kidnapped by the opposing force (Jane/the terrorists). She gets a shock collar forced on her, then is hidden away in a Boarding School for Inconvenient Girls, enrolled under the name "Yiffany Longstocking". Jade comes home to find that her family's been taken from her. Again.

Yiffy almost escapes, but she gets knocked out and taken back to base, where they lock her in a cage and treat her like a dog. She's still defiant to the end.

If Jane's the villain, Jake is inspired by Yiffy's defiance, grows some balls, exposes Yiffy's treatment to the press, and sets her free. She beats up the guards trying to stop her. Jake gets surrounded by more guards. In response, he pulls out his pistols and a one-liner, and bam, cliffhanger.

If it's the terrorist group, Terezi picks up on Yiffy's scent when they're in a base, and she's saved by the other three kids, where she immediately turns around and beats the crap out of the guards. They become proper friends from there.

The reunion panel still happens and this time it's her reuniting with her loving mother and aunt instead of...y'know.

BONUS: Sadstuck

Harry gets his own “im not a hero” speech after trying and “failing” to be the hero that John was

Vriss is eventually forced to use her mind control powers. It’s either a “Katara using bloodbending" situation, or she forces her friends to leave her behind when they want to stick by her.

Tavros finally witnesses his mother’s true nature when Jake defeats all the guards, but is stabbed from behind by Jane and killed. In the other version, it seems Jane is finally safe and able to come home to her son. Then she’s killed right in front of him.

After the big hug with Jade and Rose, Yiffy pulls away. She smiles, looks around behind them, and asks “Where’s Dad?”

So, please tell me what you think!

#Homestuck 2 #HS2 #hs^2 #vrissy maryam lalonde #harry anderson egbert #tavros english #yiffany longstocking lalonde harley #yiffany lalonde harley #my writing

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athenaquinn · 4 years ago

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Finally Free || Orion, Nic, & Athena

TIMING: 12:30-1am ish, October 20th LOCATION: Quinn Household, Harris Island PARTIES: @3starsquinn, @athenaquinn, and @bountybossier SUMMARY: Nic is a Dad. CONTENT: Physical and emotional abuse mentions

“Athena? Athena. We have to do something.” Orion’s world had so drastically shifted that he had no idea how to feel. His brain was going haywire, feeling sick to his stomach and angry one moment before shifting to terrified and on the verge of tears. It had been over twenty minutes now. Orion only knew because he had been staring at the oven slowly counting the time for him. Twenty minutes of Orion silently kneeling in the puddle of blood collecting around his parent’s bodies. Twenty minutes of listening to Athena filter through her emotions in a rapid fashion rivaling his own. Twenty minutes of waiting for the world to stop spinning or asteroids to fall from the sky or for the bombs to go off. The world had to be ending, right? His parents were dead, one of them taken by Rio’s own hands. How did anything continue to go on after that? How was Rio ever supposed to walk again? Was he expected to go to school? To meet up with Blanche before work or hang out with Ariana and Layla? How could he kiss Winston ever again? Rio couldn’t picture anything besides kneeling on this floor, watching the oven remind him that it had been twenty-two minutes since his life had ended. Twenty-four. Twenty-six.

Thirty-seven minutes later, Rio remembered that moment of clarity when he had taken the knife from Athena. How everything had finally made sense. There were no other alternatives here. If Orion hadn’t done it, his parent’s would have killed them both and continued to take the lives of innocent people. This action had indirectly saved lives. There had been no choice. Only what had to be done. As far as morals had gone, it was the closest Rio had ever come to agreeing with his parents.

As far as he knew, Athena still hadn’t responded. “Athena?” Orion tried again, moving or the first time in thirty-seven minutes to look over at Athena. She was like an entirely different person. Not a single feature seemed recognizable even though nothing physically had changed. But the Athena he was staring at wasn’t the same as any image of his sister that he had seen before. “Athena. We can’t- I don’t know what to do. You’re the one that knows what to do. Please. Tell me what to do. Please.”

Her brother’s words were fuzzy. Just like when they’d gone swimming as children and he’d called out for her when she dove into the water and tried to hold her breath too much because there was a certain thrill that came coupled with being underwater for just too long. Athena sat, arms wrapped around her legs as she stared at the refrigerator. There was a Christmas card on it, one from last year. Their whole family was on it, and Athena could smell the pine needles, could smell the gingerbread that she never wanted too much of but found herself devouring anyway. She could taste it now - burning hot - and she felt the salt from her tears dried against her cheeks. She couldn’t focus. Her parents were dead. Her parents were dead by her own hand. Her parents had wanted to kill her brother for at least three years now and she hadn’t seen that. She kept staring at the photograph on the refrigerator, as if that would make everything better.

She didn’t want them to be alive again. The thought crossed her mind in passing first, before becoming more salient, more solid. Athena didn’t want her parents alive. She found that thought to be overwhelming. She’d never thought of a life without her parents. They were strong, they had made her strong. That was what they were supposed to do. Except they hadn’t. You broke us down and tried to mold us like we were clay or something. Her brother’s voice cut through her thoughts again and she dug her nails into her thighs. She had saved her brother. She was born to better the world, and her brother was the most important person to her. She couldn’t let him die.

She did what she had to do. Athena finally focused in on her brother’s words, unsure of how many times he’d called her so far. She glanced over to him, but she didn’t make eye contact. She wasn’t sure if she could. “I - I’m sorry.” She whispered, voice wavering. Turning away again, gaze intensely focused onto the refrigerator. “I - I can’t, Ri.” Lips barely moving, she couldn’t bring herself to look back at him.

Athena wasn’t fixing this. Why wasn’t she fixing this? That was what she did. What she had always done. Athena always took charge, always knew exactly what to do. When Orion wavered and began panicking, Athena always stood strong and knew exactly what to do. For better or for worse. Even when Rio hated the answers that Athena had to give, at least she gave them. So why was she silent now? He pushed himself up, his legs asleep and wobbling beneath him as he stumbled over to the counter, grabbing onto a towel and wetting them under the sink. He started with himself, scrubbing desperately at the blood that stained his hands. Of course it wouldn’t come off. Why would it? Even dead, he couldn’t escape his parents. After he had done the best he could he moved over towards Athena, crouching down to meet her and gently pressed the wash cloth against her arm in an attempt to begin wiping the blood away. “What do we do then? If you don’t- What am I supposed to do then?” Rio tried asking again, closer to her than he had been since they were children. Both literally and figuratively. And yet, Athena couldn’t make eye contact with him. And the words he spoke seemed to rebound off of her completely as if they had never even been said.

Nothing. If she couldn’t do this, then Orion didn’t stand a chance. Would anybody believe that this was justified? There was so much blood. So much violence. Self defense only took the two so far. People would realize that this went farther than that. If Athena didn’t do something then they had no chance, right? “I’m going to check your stomach, okay? I can smell the blood from when you were pushed down.” Without a reply, Orion took that as an okay and slowly pulled the side of Athena’s shirt up and pressed the soaked, bloody towel against it. As he wiped away the blood an image slowly started to become visible behind the wound. A tattoo? Since when did Athena have one of those? It took another minute before he realized what the tattoo was of. A series of dots symbolizing constellations. Orion. Rio’s arm fell down to his side as he stared at it. It was… simple. Not the usual grandeur that Athena loved so much. It was smaller and tucked away so it wasn’t on view for all to see. It was for herself more than anyone else. Rio had always known that Athena held a weird sense of dedication towards him, but never thought that she had actually cared enough to do something like this. “I uh- I didn’t know you had this.” Rio pushed away from Athena and slid back across the kitchen floor, not stopping until his back ran into the door handle of a kitchen cabinet. He was out of his depth, he knew that much. He had no experience with this and definitely didn’t have the stomach for it. How could he fix something like this? The logical steps flashed in his mind. Clean the mess. Get out of the house. Find an alibi. All of that was easy to say and impossible to accomplish by himself. But he had to try.

For a brief moment, Orion considered the possibility of leaving. Just standing up and walking out. Allowing his sister to handle the fallout by herself. But how long would she stay silent? She would talk eventually. She would feel betrayed. Rio couldn’t risk it coming back to him later. Leaving wasn’t an option, but staying wasn’t either. He had to do something. If he didn’t, both of them were screwed. But he knew he couldn’t do it alone. He needed someone. His body functioned without him, taking control and scrolling through his phone. Of course, he knew exactly who he needed to call. Someone that he could trust and that might understand. Before he had a chance to chicken out, he dialed. “Hello? I- I’m sorry to call so late. I need your help. Please. It’s really bad.”

The more Nicodemus worried, the less he seemed able to sleep. And fuck, was he worried. About everyone and nothing all at once. It was a wonder he hadn’t been paralyzed with it, the way it bunched his shoulders and tensed his jaw. It was worry that had him answering the phone after one ring and a quick glance at the caller ID. “Hey kid.” He had answered and then his voice petered off into silence as he listened. I need your help. He walked out of his room and went for his keys. Please. It’s really bad. Keys in hand, he ran to his truck. Ran towards something rather than away. The hunter cursed the machinery for not going fast enough as he tore over the bridge that connected East End to Harris Island. The smell of copper slammed against him as he stepped towards the darkened home. Manners went to the wayside as he strong-armed the front door open. The smell of blood was thicker in his nose. On his tongue. His brow furrowed as he shook his head.

“Rio?”

Nicodemus called out as he did what he had been raised to do: follow the blood. Right toward the kitchen as the flooring creaked under his weight. Fuck, there was a lot of it. His eyes didn’t linger on the dead. He knew lethality when he saw it and it didn’t take long to put two-and-two together. Those were his parents. His gaze, heavy yet quick with concern, went to the living. He breathed in and out slowly before he went to Rio. His sister was there and there was blood on her too. Wherever she was looking, wherever she stared off to, it didn’t seem to be anywhere in the four walls. “Kid,” he said as softly as his gravel-laden voice could manage. Tentatively, he reached a hand toward him but did not touch him. “I’m gonna help but...the hell happened?”

“I’m in here,” Orion echoed when he heard Nic calling out his name. The scene hadn’t changed since Rio had called him and begged him to come over as quickly as possible. Rio had moved from the puddle of blood that his father had left behind and was instead making new blotches of blood on the floor beneath his stained jeans. He had moved away from Athena who had barely moved from her near comatose state. The image left two dead bodies and then two kids in fetal positions on the kitchen floor trying to do anything but stare at their parents. There was so much blood everywhere. Rio did his best to clean it off of himself and Athena, but there was only so much he was able to accomplish on his own.

Orion’s heart sank at the concerned look on Nic’s face when he got into the kitchen. Getting a genuine look of care and concern was so foreign inside of this house that it was somehow more frightening than the sight of his dead parents just feet from him. “I-” How did he explain this? This was self defense, at least in a way it had been. Maybe it wasn’t completely necessary at the moment, but Rio knew what his parents would have done if given the chance. The only reason that they had even gotten as far as they had was because their parents had underestimated them. “They were going to kill us.” Rio settled on, “We had to stop them and then- and then it was too late to stop and we-” Rio stopped talking so that he could grab onto the counter top and use it to pull himself off the ground and onto his feet. Tears were beginning to stream down his cheeks but he couldn’t do anything to stop them. He just wanted Nic to make things better, maybe a hug or two. But he was covered in blood and didn’t want to get it on Nic too. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know who else to call. I didn’t want to drag anyone into this but I don’t know what to do.”

Blood tracked on the floor like something wounded had passed through. As Nicodemus looked at Orion, he supposed something had. Even surrounded by the smell of copper and death setting in, the stressed furrow between his brow eased as he looked at Rio. Waited for him to talk. It wasn’t something that could be rushed. As the younger hunter talked, the older one fought the urge to say that it was better that they’re dead. It wasn’t what either of the siblings needed to hear and even he knew that, as corrosive as he could be. He went to Rio, a steady hand held out as the young man hefted himself up. There was blood on Rio’s hands, his shirt, everywhere. Nicodemus didn’t pay attention to it as he tentatively rested a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t say that it would be okay or that it was going to be alright. In that bloodied house, it wasn’t right to say. “I gotcha, kid,” was what he said as he gently pulled Rio into a one armed hug. Not long ago, he had been there to assure another of White Crest’s youth that the world hadn’t ended. Nell. He didn’t have a blanket with him this time. When would this fucking town let them rest? “We’ll get this handled, alright? Not goin’ anywhere ‘til we do. Nothin’ to apologize for.”

He let go of Rio and crouched down by Athena. Nicodemus’s voice teetered toward soft as he spoke. “We gotta get rid of the blood. D’you…” His words trailed as he glanced back toward Rio. “Ain’t gonna rush but we gotta get started somewhere. Might as well start with you two. Sound good?”

She could hear voices. One of them was familiar - her brother. She knew that she would recognize his voice anywhere. Maybe it was a twin thing, or maybe it was just the general familiarity that came along with knowing someone for twenty-one years. Athena couldn’t place the other voice. Their parents were dead. She couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t sure if she could even talk, right now. She still had blood on her hands and on her shirt, despite the work that her brother had done. She could feel his steady hand against her ribcage, against her hip. She was supposed to help him. Why couldn’t she?

The back of her throat burned, and she wondered for a moment if she was going to be sick. She was so used to blood - used to anything others must consider macabre. Heck, she’d been perfectly fine in every single biology class she’d taken, and had been more than okay with watching her father perform countless surgeries. Athena couldn’t deal with the red on the floor now. Then the other voice was louder and right by her ear and she felt her hand fly up to her mouth, catching a would-be scream. “I - who - I…” she trailed off again. “Okay. I - it’s so red.” Goodness, what kind of first impression was she making? Could you consider it a necessity to make a good first impression when your parents were dead on the ground? “Yes. It’s important to take things one at a time.” Her voice sounded practically robotic even to her. “I’m - you know who I am, right?” She looked between the man and her brother, not quite making eye contact with either of them. “We have soap by the sink and more in a closet just down the hallway.” She went to go stand up but couldn’t, her legs far too heavy to move. She was supposed to be the one light on her feet, always. “I - can - Ri?” She looked over to her brother, making eye contact for the first time in she didn’t know how long. “You - can you?”

Without Nic here, Orion honestly wasn’t sure he would have been able to do anything. Dragging him into this was not what Rio had wanted at all, but it had felt like a necessary evil. Or maybe that was just selfishness. The part of him that knew what this could mean if the police had found out. The Quinns had been well respected around town. Rio had always been the weird, quiet one. Would it have been that much of a stretch to think that he had snapped one day? Rio had only just finally found a life worth living in. For once, when he was in danger he wasn’t ready to accept his death. He had too many people in his life that he lived for now. He had to try to protect that. Nic was one of those relationships that Rio found so precious. It was only strengthened further by the man’s quick arrival and agreeing to help just based on the small amount of information that Rio was able to relay. When Nic pulled Rio into a hug, Rio wanted to cry. It didn’t matter how the length or size of the hug. It meant everything to him. He couldn’t tell if he was repeating his thanks in his head or if he kept telling Nic thank you on instinct, but it was all that ran through his head.

Athena spoke, a complete sentence for the first time since their mom had died. She wasn’t herself, that much was painfully obvious. Who knew that when worst came to worst, Orion would be the functioning sibling? Of course, this situation was far different from any other that the twins had been through together. “Yeah- yeah of course I’ll grab it.” Rio grabbed for more rags and soap, turning the faucet on and leaving it on as he went back over towards Athena and Nic. “I- uh.. I’m sorry in advance, Nic. It’s not always a pretty sight.” Any hunter that had been working long enough would have their fair share of scars. But any hunter worth their salt would easily be able to tell the difference. Athena’s usual hunter wounds were different than they had been before. Rio could tell when he tried to tend to the hip wound she had. Without Rio there, they had taken out their frustrations elsewhere. Her wounds would be a mixture of battle scars from Fae and other creatures and their parents. Rio’s entire body was a mixture of scars and burns caused by the cruelty of two parents dissatisfied with a child’s behavior. His wrist still stung, but Rio gingerly worked his hoodie up and over his head. The long sleeve shirt beneath was wet from blood soaking through it. After a long moment of internal debate, Rio decided to discard that as well, crossing his arms together afterwards to try to cover as much of his torso as he could. He needed new clothes. Athena did too. But first he needed to keep wiping blood away.

Worry came in at the eyes as Nicodemus looked them over. Wounds and wounding. He knew the two well. And he liked to think he knew Rio well enough to know that he wasn’t big on the latter. As he took soap and rag in hand, the hunter looked at the bodies of their parents. His eyes narrowed and it wasn’t a Christian thought that passed through him. Then again, he hadn’t been much of one for a long time. It didn’t linger long. “Rio,” he said as he looked back. “Ain’t nothin’ to apologize for, kid. You or her.” There was no way to describe Athena other than shell shocked but she seemed to be making do. As much a child could after doing away with their parents. Hunter children had that way about them. Making do with the crosses they were born to bear. Older hunters hadn’t done shit all to fix that.

Cleaning blood wasn’t strange to him and he took to it easily enough, working through the spatters with what could have been a troubling efficiency if he wasn’t numbed to it. “You two weren’t here,” he said as he looked at Rio, then at Athena. He waved his hand and ignored the pink tinge his fingertips took on. “An alibi, alright? Gonna make y’all up one. You weren’t here. That sound okay?” It would have to be, he thought with a grimace.

She could hear their voices but they still barely registered to her. Everything was a haze and her head felt far too heavy for its own good. Her eyes flickered up at the sound of her brother’s name - though the voice was still unfamiliar. How did Ri know all these people she didn’t? Athena brushed her hands against her skin where her hip had hit the table, tracing the growing bruise. She could feel his gaze on her for a moment and she looked up, nodding. They couldn’t be here. She wasn’t involved in the law by any means but she knew enough about it. Knew how to skirt it to some degree, because some people found fondness in the creatures she killed, and if she wasn’t careful she could get into trouble that batting her eyelashes and pouting to the school principal or any number of her teachers wouldn’t get her out of.

“Okay. We were not here. We were - we - Ri doesn’t live here anymore.” She looked at Nic, right in the eyes, looked at her brother too, but she didn’t register the eye contact. “I have friends. I can -” she winced for a moment as her fingertips found a particularly tender spot of skin. Athena took in a shaky breath. “I’ve never had an alibi before.”

Orion wasn’t sure what he would have done with Nic’s help here. He didn’t know how to handle Athena like this. He was pretty sure that she was in a state of shock which was understandable. All things considered, Rio probably should be. Though as the initial shock had begun to wear off Rio had found himself feeling increasingly... normal. If anything, the overwhelming feeling that took hold inside of Rio’s mind was relief. But he wasn’t quite sure how concerned he should be about that yet.

“Right. Alibis are a good idea.” Orion nodded in agreement, already thinking who he could ask. It was crazy thinking about how many people came to mind, and how much had changed since he had lived in this house. He had Nic or Blanche or Winston to fall back to after this. He knew immediately that they would do anything for him, though he hardly wanted to put that stress on them. “It’s going to be okay,” Rio turned towards Athena in an attempt to comfort her, “We’ve had alibis our whole life. Covers for why we had to go home right after school and why we would disappear on weekends. Our twenty-first birthday just ended. It would make sense that you were out somewhere celebrating rather than at the house. Just find someone that you can trust, okay?” Tip swung back towards Nic, “I don’t know what the police are going to think of this. A home invasion, maybe?” Rio crossed his arms in thought as he pondered exactly what this scene looked like, because it looked personal. “In the basement. When police investigate they’re going to realize that my parents aren’t who they said they were. It’s... it’s pretty grim down there. Maybe they’ll think it was revenge?”

Nicodemus had barely ever needed to establish an alibi for himself, let alone for a pair of kids that had just murdered their abusive parents. Murdered. That was a word that had his heart thrumming wildly as he took in deep breaths to calm himself. It wasn’t murder. Self-defense. But he didn’t know how that would fly in White Crest. Rio didn’t deserve to have his life cut short because he protected himself. Neither did Athena. Not when they had severed the blood ties that tried to dictate how they were meant to live. What their lives meant. He met Athena’s eyes but could tell she wasn’t quite looking at him. That was fine. For now, distancing themselves from this however they could would work.

“Your birthdays?” The question came out slow. Uncertain. “Jesus fuckin’ Chri--Sorry, sorry.” Nicodemus didn’t swear in front of Rio. It had gotten easier over the months but with the smell of dead and blood in the air, it was hard. “Neither of you were here because you were out with friends doing birthday stuff like...like kids do. You weren’t here at all and hadn’t been most of the day.” They aren't kids anymore, he thought as he looked at them. They hadn’t been for a long time, he supposed. Childhood had a way of dying the moment your small hand curled around a knife hilt and you were told that death was the way of living. He knew he was a hypocrite to think it. “Can make it look like a home invasion, yeah. Kick the door in, break some stuff. Everyone has enemies. It looks enough like it’s personal.” Violent. Another word for it. A brow lifted as Rio mentioned the basement. “What’s down there?”

She wanted to back away from her brother’s touch, but she couldn’t. He was safe, and she had to believe that. He was all she had, in the end. Athena nodded again. “We’re twenty-one.” They were twenty-one, so why did Athena feel more like a vulnerable child than she’d felt in years? “We - Ri always - we always stay up in the last moments of our birthday together.” She shook her head, still not quite making eye contact. Athena wasn’t entirely sure if she could handle that. Someone she could trust. Her brother was the person she trusted most, but that wouldn’t work. The two of them would be too tied together, were that the case. Ariana. That was the only other option. She couldn’t come looking like this to her sorority house, and she and Ariana had a pact - to always be honest with one another. “I have someone.” She blinked, letting her breath slow down. Looked at her brother and mouthed - Ariana. Just so he would know. Just in case.

“Our parents…” wouldn’t have enemies, she wanted to say. Could Athena realistically say that right now? She wasn’t sure. She wanted to say that they were good, to say that they wanted to do good, and perhaps they had, in a certain way, but she also knew that they had just wanted to kill her and her brother, and had planned to try to kill her brother years before. That much she couldn’t forgive. “Down where?” She shook her head. “It’s - nothing. It's my dad’s - our dad’s workspace. He experimented. It’s - we watched, because it’s important to learn through practice.” She looked over to her brother, making a facsimile of eye-contact. It wasn’t quite there, not yet, but it was more there than it had been.

Athena seemed a million miles away. Orion didn’t know how to feel about that. The two of them were both victims, Rio knew that. But still he had always felt like the black sheep. Like his isolation was somehow worse or lonelier than hers was. But maybe that wasn’t completely the case. Rio didn’t have many friends growing up like Athena, but that meant that he didn’t have people in his life that he had to keep his entire life a secret from. That must have been just as lonely. Tonight, her ramblings seemed to speak to no one in particular. She spoke to Rio and Nic, but her voice drifted off as she said the words. By the end, when she talked about her parents it felt more like the same useless lines they had heard their entire lives rather than an actual explanation. Rio shifted eyes, meeting Nic’s before switching to give a concerned glance at Athena. Maybe Nic could help her get to wherever she was going after this. Rio was pretty confident that he could get back to his house safely and quietly.

Ignoring what she had said, Rio decided to explain himself. “My dad is- er well was a surgeon. He liked to… learn about Fae. Werewolves too, but mostly Fae. He would examine them. Try to find new weaknesses and ways to kill them. It wasn’t pretty. And there’s no way to clean it up. There’s a whole operating theater down there.” Rio didn’t want to clean up their mess. He wanted people to see them for who they actually were. Monsters. “Break some stuff…” Rio’s voice trailed off, imagining ways to sell the home invasion look. “Hold on.” He left the kitchen, sliding around the hall and into the garage, coming back with golf clubs that Athena and his dad would use when they went golfing together. Rio gripped one tightly in his hands, the only part of his body that seemed to feel much stress. Otherwise, he was eerily calm. “Where do we start?”

Athena seemed to be slowly coming back from wherever she had wandered to. Nicodemus thought it best to save any birthday wishes for a later time. Right then, with blood and scars out in the open, it didn’t feel right. None of it did but they were dealing with it as best they could. It is what it fuckin’ is, he thought. “Can get you to ‘em.” He nodded to her. They could figure it out later, when the scene was set and they were making their quick exits. As Rio explained what it was that was in their basement, his expression flattened. He had heard stories of hunters like that, the kind that liked to pick species apart in order to learn. He couldn’t say much. He picked them apart for a profit. So he didn’t say a thing. Not until Rio came back with a golf club in hand.

“Start from the outside in,” Nicodemus said. “I’ll go out, alright? You two can stay in here. Be back in a minute, alright? Ain’t leavin’ you.” The discomfort that filled him when he glanced at Rio and Athena, recalled what he had seen, was immeasurable. It wasn’t kind to wish ill upon the dead but he did and didn’t feel bad about it. Didn’t feel much at all as he wrapped a towel around his hand and opened the back door. The home looked like a home. The idealized kind. The kind that movies and television showed. The furrowed skin between his brows smoothed and he began to break. Quiet as he could but just as harsh.

“No - I can - I can drive.” If she was going to go to Ariana’s house, the very last thing she wanted was to bring another hunter there. As much as he was willing to help Athena and Orion, she didn’t know what kind of hunter he was nor anything else, and she didn’t wish to further compromise him by having him be seen with her outside of the home. “Thank you, though.” She added. It was critical to be polite to those in a position of authority. Her gaze found her parents’ bodies again and she seized up, coughing for a moment before she could refocus. That’s not respectful, a voice in the back of her head, one she didn’t recognize, told her. That’s a scandal. They only cared for you. “They wanted to murder my brother.” She spoke in response, her hand finding her mouth as she did so. That wasn’t supposed to have been spoken aloud.

“Okay.” She pressed her thighs together, the pressure reassuring in its own way. Watched the golf clubs come in, watched the other man pick one up, hand wrapped in a towel. No fingerprints, then. She felt herself jump as the sound of glass permeated the too-quiet air. Athena looked up at her brother, staring at him in much the similar way that she had when they’d been children. “He - how do you know him?”

Orion glanced at Athena when she spoke aloud, seemingly to herself. Everything about her demeanor was making him incredibly nervous. For anyone else, this was a totally normal reaction for someone whose parents had just died. This was the sort of shock and retreat that Rio expected himself to feel if he had ever been forced to take a life. It was how he felt when he had killed that troll. Was something wrong with him that a troll elicited a greater reaction from Rio than two human lives? But Rio knew what Athena was experiencing. That voice inside of her head feeding her self doubt. How did Rio try to fix that? He owed it to her after all, didn’t he? She was in this mess because of him. Or maybe it was the opposite. Maybe she owed him now. Not that it mattered.

Even though Rio knew it was coming, he still jumped when he heard glass breaking. He breathed a heavy sigh, gently placing his hand on Athena’s shoulder to offer the only amount of comfort he knew how to give. “He saved me once. From a vampire. Since then we stayed in contact.” Nic meant way more than Rio could ever find the words to explain, especially to Athena. How did he explain to her that he had filled the role of a parental figure Rio had so desperately needed to his sister, who had spent her entire life idolizing two people they had just killed? “He’s a really, really good guy. He’s always there for me if I need him. And he’s here to help us.” Rio removed his hand, opting instead to grip tightly onto the gold club with both hands. He moved slowly towards the living room area and shrugged towards Athena, “Here goes nothing I guess.” Then he swung at their television, shattering the screen. But he was far from finished.

He nodded in understanding at Athena. The older hunter didn’t know what reassurances he could offer. Through words, at least. Those troublesome things Nicodemus had always been shit at. So he stuck to what he knew. Silence and breaking. Shattering. The art of leaving nothing behind when the next step was taken. It was the most he could offer the twins, other than his presence. Between it all, he couldn’t help but hear Rio. A good man. He had heard that before. Recently, even. He supposed good men helped cover up murders from time to time. Maybe that was how it worked. The concept of right and wrong was skewed, easily swayed. He went on breaking out the windows that led to the backyard. Broke them inward so the glass spewed out onto the floor. He climbed in and stepped over the pieces carefully. Looked over his handiwork and frowned. With heavy steps, he came to stand by Rio. Glanced over toward Athena.

“You’re...good too,” he said slowly. He took in a heavy breath. He glanced at the bodies again. They were likely starting to go cold. “Even with…” Nicodemus trailed. Shook his head. “You just are. Nobody gets to tell you otherwise. No one can take it away from you.” Their parents had tried to, he reckoned. Wanted them to be something righteous in the way that blood was shed. He frowned. Righteousness didn’t have a place in what they did or what they were. They just were. The way others just were.

She couldn’t help herself - each time she could hear the golf clubs collide with the glass she felt like jumping. She did her very best to avoid that, but the sound reverberated in her ears. This will help, this will turn suspicion away from us - she reminded herself, the mantra hardly reassuring. The sooner Athena got out of all of this, the better. At least Rio had known someone to call. Her mind flashed briefly to Oscar and she felt like she was going to be sick all over again. “He’s here to help.” She repeated. She was going to have to lie to Oscar, because this would be all over the news in no time. She admired him, but what would he think if he knew what she’d just done? He doesn’t know what my parents did to me and my brother, Athena reassured herself. Everything will be okay.

She finally pushed herself up and off the ground, making her way over to the cabinets. Grabbed one of her favorite childhood mugs. Grabbed one of Orion’s, too - ones that they’d used for hot chocolate around holiday times. She threw each of them against the tiled floor, the shattering of china more satisfying that she would have readily liked to admit. Athena, for good measure, grabbed a few other plates and bowls, letting them fall over. “Collateral damage,” she murmured, “just for good measure.”

Breaking things came easily to Orion. Unsurprisingly, it turned out Rio had a lent of pent up anger to take out against the house that he had been raised in. Smashing things came way too easily to him, shattering the glass tv stand and the pictures and plants they had within the living room. It was completely destroyed within minutes, the shattering sounds from the kitchen proving that Athena had been able to help. They would have to do this to everything. They couldn’t leave their rooms untouched, or the basement. It would be a methodical process, but an important one.

When Nic came back in, trying to remind Orion that he was a good person, Rio could only nod. He didn’t feel like a good person, though he rarely did. “Thank you. Seriously, I don’t know how I could possibly repay you. Even if you won’t let me.” Rio smiled at him, a genuine one even if the mood didn’t exactly call for one. “I think we should move my dad’s body to the basement. If people think it’s a revenge plot then it may make sense for him to be down there. I don’t know this isn’t my forte, clearly.” Rio sighed. “Whatever we do. We need to get out of here sooner rather than later. Just to be safe.”

It was surreal watching Orion and Athena take to their childhood home like small storms. How often had Nicodemus thought of doing just the same damn thing? Of ripping through stone and crosses and molded wood like something unrestrained? Every day, he reckoned, if the wind went by just right and the sun was where it should be. One day. Maybe. His own storm might come calling home. The smile he returned to Rio was small. Tired. “Ain’t gotta worry about that right now. I’ll help you get ‘im down there,” he said quietly. “And then we better get. Ain’t tryin’ to rush but…” He glanced down at the bodies before he started to lift up the father. “Been here long enough and y’all ought to get somewhere safe.”

“You - I…” she felt her voice break as Athena heard them discuss moving the bodies. She really was going to be sick. She could count the tiles on the floor. She could feel her rings against her fingers. She avoided thinking about the smell. That wasn’t going to help anyone out. Her gaze found the Christmas photo on the fridge again and she felt a shudder crawl through her whole body. “We need to get somewhere soon. I need to - I have to pack a bag before I go. Not too much. We can’t - people are going to ask questions. We -” She bit her lip, pleading with herself to actually form coherent thoughts. God, what was she going to tell Ariana? She had to tell her the full truth, even though she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to explain any of this. “You - just don’t - be careful with the blood. If too much tracks people can tell that you moved a body.” She could hear her father repeating some of the same words, back when they’d trapped a fae together, the satisfaction and eagerness she had with the knife too much. Be careful, Athena, acting rashly may satisfy in the moment but will only serve those we seek to eradicate in the long run. “The police will search for that. So just - be careful, please?”

Orion nodded at Nic. He was right. The neighbors wouldn’t be awake for a few hours, but they were nosey. If they got up to get a glass of water or go to the bathroom they’d notice the lights on and remember it when the police started showing up. These people gossiped like crazy. Moving to help Nic, Rio heard Athena talk and paused. “Yeah- Good point. You’re right.” He moved towards her and lowered his voice. Not because he didn’t think Nic would be able to hear, clearly he could. But because Athena didn’t look like she could handle any higher volume, “Hey. You should go. Seriously. Nic and I just have a couple more things to do and then we are going to get out of here. Ariana lives farther away than I do. It’s going to take you some time to get there. Okay? We’ll talk later.” That wasn’t a promise so much as it was an unfortunate fact. The two would be called in and questioned by the police once the bodies were discovered. Rio and Athena would be seeing more of each other sooner rather than later. Giving a small wave and nod, Rio turned away from his sister and back to help grab onto his father’s body, already hoisted up by Nic. He avoided looking at his father’s body by studying Nic’s expression. Rio could never repay this man, but he hoped that Nic would still be able to see Rio the same. “Okay uh- let’s wrap up here so we can get out of here.”

#wickedswriting #c orion #c nic #chatzy #finally free #emotional abuse mention #physical abuse mention #// more soft!!!#lora and cody are delights #rio and nic are perfect

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Why Can’t We Be Friends || Ariana, Layla, & Orion

TIMING: Before Ariana lost her name PARTIES: @laylacooke @3starsquinn & @letsbenditlikebennett SUMMARY: Layla had a fun day planned with Rio and Ariana, but notices the awkwardness between them.

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. The three had planned this a few weeks ago, long before things had completely blown up in Orion’s face. Or rather, before his lies became public knowledge. It was so easy to be mad at Athena. So simple to blame her for this. But it wasn’t that clean cut. Rio was more to blame than her, as much as he hated to admit it. Ariana was right, he should have been the honest one. It shouldn’t have come from Athena. Rio knew that much. Rio was supposed to be the good one.

Rio considered calling it off. Ariana wouldn’t want to see him, and being there would just make things awkward. But then again, maybe Ariana wasn’t going to come either. She was the one that wanted space from him, so if she cancelled plans with Layla, then Layla would be left all alone. Rio didn’t want that. So, maybe against his better judgement, Rio slipped on a hoodie and ventured out into the heat to meet up with Layla. And.... oh no. Ariana was there. Rio stood at a distance for a while, contemplating whether or not he should ditch. He even got so far as to spin around and walk in the opposite direction before he felt guilty and turned himself back around to march up to them. “Uh- Hey guys. Sorry if I’m late.” Rio was staring at the ground, fiddling with his hoodie sleeve as he tried to think of excuses to get out of this. For Ariana’s sake. “How’s it going?”

If Ariana said the thought of cancelling this whole thing with Layla and Rio hadn’t crossed her mind, she’d be lying. With everything in her own life seemingly crumbling around her, Ari knew she hadn’t exactly made a lot of time for Layla. She’d seemed so excited about this outing that Ari felt a pang of guilt for wanting to cancel in the first place. Even if she was having a hard time moving past Rio not telling her about the hunter thing, she could at least try and put on a happy face for the day. All she had to do was not think about it. Or Athena. Or Ace. Or Lydia. Or Winn. Or Miles. Or the foreign thoughts running through her head. Fuck. She really was an actual disaster right now, but she sipped away at the iced coffee in her hand hoping to maintain some air of normalcy. With everything going on, she knew she hadn’t made as much time for her best friend as she should have been and boy did Layla seem excited to have a totally normal day. While they waited for Rio to show up, she piped up, “Oh, I read that Impossible Foods is going to start being sold in grocery stores soon. I actually like that one. Tastes like the real thing.”

It was hard for Ariana to wrap her head around keeping up with vegan news as a natural predator, but she was trying to get better at vegan cooking so she could make nice things for Layla. She could smell Orion approaching before she saw him. She caught the way he paused and contemplated even walking over. Part of her would have been relieved if he’d just walked away, but she knew it would upset Layla. Things were finally calming down for the other wolf a little bit and she wanted to give her the day she deserved. She waved awkwardly as she fought the instinct to clench her fists. “Hey, Rio.” Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. While it was more than apparent Rio wasn’t a threat to them, she still felt a familiar sting when she looked at him. She’d trusted him with so much and he hadn’t been able to do the same with her. “It’s going,” she answered, her voice strained before she turned to Layla, “So where to? Do we wanna grab food? Food sounds good… oh, or we could go to a movie and get a bunch of snacks. Yeah, a movie would be good!” Shit, she was definitely being squirrely and not doing a good job at pretending like this was all chill and okay.

“Really? You know I’m honestly surprised that you’ve been trying Vegan food. I mean considering you were raised on meat and full moons give way to even more meat, but I’m proud of you, Bestie.” She gave Ariana a good firm slap on the shoulder. Layla had needed this. She needed a day of not feeling like at any moment her life could turn to shit again. She had already been publicly humiliated by the cop that had arrested her at Veggie Tables in front of Evelyn. And in fact, if it hadn’t been for Evelyn, her lawyer, and Winn’s generous donation to get her out, she would have probably still been occupying a jail cell. And now with the news of Winn being in a coma, the young werewolf was starting to feel overwhelmed again. But she was determined to make this day good. She knew Ariana needed it. Figured Rio probably needed it. And when both her friends were now standing nearby the smile on her face spread even further.

“Hey Rio! O-M-G. I’ve been looking forward to this day for a while.” Turning to Ariana, she narrowed her eyes at the girl’s enthusiasm, before shrugging it off, “Since you’re so adamant about a movie, then I’m game. What about you Rio?” She turned to the boy. “I don’t know what’s playing though. I haven’t seen a movie in over a year.” It was true. Life had drastically changed for the girl, but nevertheless, with some normalcy finally showing its face, Layla was down for movies, snacks, and just spending the day with her two best friends.

Okay. Things were okay. Or well, okay-ish. Orion could tell that things weren’t all there. Ariana wasn’t as carefree as she usually was, and while Rio’s natural state of being was nervous he had actually calmed quite a bit around Ariana and Layla. Or at least he had prior to this whole ordeal. Now, Rio wasn’t sure how he felt. The only thing he knew for sure was that he felt guilty. Very, very guilty. But Ariana had shown up and that was a good thing, right? Maybe the two had a chance after all. “A movie!” Rio chimed in happily. That would mean that he didn't have to talk a lot, which meant that he had little chance of saying the wrong thing or embarrassing himself. It was perfect. “I’m so in for a movie. Whatever is out. Doesn’t matter. I’ll watch anything. Should we go now?” Rio was ready to flat out run for the place if it meant they could get in the theatre and not have to talk for two or more hours. “Hanging out is so fun!”

Ariana could not be more grateful that Layla seemed to be clueless to the tension between them. Sure, Rio was usually a little bit spazzy, but he seemed to have calmed down around her as they spent more and more time together. Now it was back to square one. Probably worse than square one. A movie would make it easy enough to ignore the tugging feeling in heart. He seemed so uneasy that she just almost wanted to say ‘fuck it, it’s fine,’ but she didn’t quite feel that way yet. She still felt hurt by the whole situation and couldn’t just look past her own feelings just yet. Instead, she somehow mirrored his spazziness. “Oh yeah, there’s like always some sort of superhero movie out. Hot people kicking ass in tight suits? Sign me up, fam.” She grabbed on to Layla’s arm, hurriedly trying to direct them toward the movie theater.

Okay, what the hell was going on? One person seeming spazzy was okay, but by the way Rio and Ariana both spouted out words followed by Ari grabbing her arm and tugging her towards the theater, the teenager stopped moving and pulled her arm away from the smaller wolf. Crossing her arms, she narrowed her eyes and sent a hard glare between the two of them, “Okay. What the fuck is going on? One of you acting spazztastic is one thing, but both of you?” She wanted to know. She could smell the desperation coming off of both of them, and Layla refused to move until someone told her something, “My ass isn’t moving from this very spot until one of you, or both of you, explain.” She let her eyes move from Rio to Ariana and then back to Rio feeling like he’d be the one to crack under pressure if she just stared at him long enough.

The goal had been simple. Hang out with Layla and Ariana. Have fun. Be friends. The drama between Ariana and Orion had definitely been a detour. The drama with the whole love potion business might have made things even more awkward. But despite how the hunter thing was most definitely Rio’s fault, she hoped that Ariana didn’t fault him too much for something that he couldn’t control. But if the three of them could have made it to the movies then they could have at least enjoyed that in silence. But unfortunately, Layla had to be observant enough to realize that the two weren’t being normal. Or at least Ariana wasn’t being normal. Rio was usually a spazz. Layla eyed the both of them, settling on Rio and his face lit up like a stoplight. “Um…” He began, unable to be any more literate than that for a long moment. What did he even say? He had been involved, but this was Ariana’s anger. He had no right to try to explain that away to Layla. “I uh- there was just a situation. I don’t know how to explain it well. We’ve-” He cut himself off. He wanted to say they had moved past it to make Layla more comfortable, but had they? It didn’t seem right. “I mean, I messed up.”

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that Layla was able to tell something was off. Ariana was rarely, if ever, spazzy. Lying had never been her strong suit though. Normally, she wouldn’t have even bothered, but she wanted Layla to have a good day with her friends. She stopped alongside her friends and let out an exasperated sigh. “Layla, it’s fine. I’m just mad at Rio for something that happened. We can still go watch our movie and go about our day,” she explained, hoping Layla wouldn’t push. Even if she was upset with Rio, she wasn’t about to out him as a hunter. That wasn’t her secret to tell and she at least trusted he wasn’t about to hurt any werewolves now. She was still slightly annoyed that Athena had made it sound like he was, but she knew their relationship was strained. She had enough going on outside that to not dwell on it entirely too much. Especially not when they still had to coach soccer camp together everyday. She frowned slightly and looked between Rio and Layla. “We don’t have to do this right now.”

She could tell Rio wanted to say something, and she was hoping he would. But when he clammed up, Layla turned her attention to Ari. Her eyes were still narrowed and suspicion was apparent. Whatever was going on, she was going to get to the bottom of it. How could she go in and enjoy a movie and sit between two people that were angry with one another? There was always the option of forcing them to sit together, but she knew Ariana could get feisty, and she didn’t want to see Orion get hurt, “No, we don’t. But we’re going to. What makes you think I want to sit in awkward silence for two hours while you glare at each other with me shoved in the middle? So one of you better start talking or you remember that version of myself you met about a month ago? She’s gonna return.” No, Layla wouldn’t bring back dark!Layla, but maybe if she gave her two friends a little kick in the ass, they might actually decide to come clean.

Orion sighed and rubbed at his temples. This wasn’t what he wanted for today, though he couldn’t imagine why he hadn’t seen something like this happening. He should have listened to his gut and called things off with Layla. Showing up was only going to cause more stress with Ariana and ruin her and Layla’s day which was the last thing that he wanted to do. What a freaking idiot. He crossed his arms, letting out two humorless and drawn out laughs at Layla “Ha ha. Very funny.” He didn’t even know where to begin explaining this, because it was so deeply rooted in fears that felt too deep to explore in what was supposed to be a casual hang. “Ariana didn’t know. About me being a hunter.” Rio mumbled, tapping his fingers nervously against his arms. He felt like pacing, to get rid of some of their nerves. Or maybe to avoid making any eye contact. Probably both. “And I messed up and didn’t tell her. And it’s more complicated than that but what matters is I didn’t disclose information that I should have.”

Of course Layla couldn’t just let this be. The last thing she wanted to do was air out their fight to Layla, but here they were apparently. Ariana wished she had just bailed on this hang out. “Layla, look, it’s not a big deal,” she tried to reason, but then Rio was beginning to explain and mentioned he was a hunter as if Layla already knew. It dawned on her that Layla did in fact already know about Rio which only served to make her angrier. Was she literally the only friend he didn’t tell? What was it about her that made her seem less trustworthy? He’d had no problem telling their other friends, but let her walk blindly into telling Athena everything. Her fists clenched and her face reddened. “Wait, are you saying she knew,” she questioned with an angry edge in her voice. “Am I seriously the only person you didn’t tell? You were totally okay telling everyone else, but knowingly let me tell your sister everything? I stayed with you guys for a week and you didn’t feel like you could tell me after I told you everything? Am I missing something or are we not actually even friends?” Her knuckles grew white the more she balled up her fists and she could feel angry tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.

And there it was! The cat was out of the bag, and boy was it out, “Wait...hold up.” Her eyes darted from Rio to Ariana back to Rio again, “Are you telling me that Ariana didn’t know you were a hunter? Like after all this time? And your sister...the creepy twin, no offense, told Ariana you were a hunter?” She paused for a moment. “Well shit, Rio, no wonder she’s pissed. She had to deal with Athena. Has...to deal with Athena.” She looked to Ariana, “And he didn’t tell me he was a hunter. I kind of figured it out when he saved my life from a vampire in the woods a couple of months ago. It just never came up in conversation, so I never thought to say anything about it. And even if it did, it kind of wasn’t my place.” She shrugged uneasily, hoping it would relieve some of Ariana’s anger, if she knew how Layla had found out. Knowing about Athena was a completely different story though, “Look. I’m not taking sides, but Rio had every right to withhold that information, just like you have the right to withhold the knowledge of what you are.” She looked back to Orion, “And I’m not saying you were in the wrong for keeping that private, but I'm a prime example. If you’ve got a good heart, even as a hunter, this one’s not going to fault you for it. She still accepted me after I came clean about my past.” The teenager sighed softly, “If you guys want some time alone to talk this out, then we can hang out another day. I just don’t like seeing my two best friends fight. I love you both, okay?” She put her hand on Rio’s shoulder and then Ariana’s. Using some of her wolf strength, she pulled them in close to her for a hug, before releasing them, “Just let me know what you want me to do. If you think I need to stay, then I can stay. If you want me to go. Then I’ll go.”

Layla was right in the middle of this now. It was the opposite of what Orion had wanted to happen when he had shown up this morning. And despite Layla’s best efforts, Rio wasn’t sure he agreed. He did owe it to Ariana. There were too many opportune moments. When Ariana told him about her. When he found out about Celeste. When Ariana told him about her crush on Athena or told her that she was going to tell Athena about being a werewolf. This hadn’t just been about Rio’s secret, but Ariana’s safety. Something that Rio wanted so desperately to believe that he was looking out for when he didn’t tell her. Was that really why he had withheld the truth from her? “I didn’t tell anyone.” Rio didn’t want to defend himself. He just wanted to tell the truth. “It doesn’t fix things. And I know it doesn’t change that I should have. But everyone that knows about me... well I didn’t exactly tell them. They just sorta found out.” Ricky had been the only one that he had ever actually gotten the chance to tell directly, and even that had been after a pretty suspect event that gave the fact away. Rio accepted the hug from Layla, welcoming the warmth of the embrace but unable to shake the fear he had that Ariana was going to hate him forever. “I don’t want to mess up your plans. Honestly. It was dumb of me to come today anyways. I should have given You more space.” Honestly, what had he expected? “I think you two should go. I can head home.”

Even if what they were saying made sense, Ariana found it hard to really take any of it in. Anger and hurt just seemed to be bubbling over the surface. She had no idea what to even do with it. She shot Layla a glare, “Athena isn’t creepy. And yes, she told me about her and Rio both being hunters. She was at least honest with me.” Logically, she didn’t want to hurt Rio, but she felt herself beginning to lose control of her temper either way. “I would have understood. You knew my sister was a hunter. You knew I was talking to your sister and you just-- You don’t trust me? Is that?” Her cheeks were turning cherry red and she couldn’t seem to relax her hands. “Rio, that doesn’t make it any better that everyone had to figure it out. You can’t just not talk to people about important things because you’re afraid to have actual fucking conversations. That’s not fair to anyone.” She crossed her arms over her chest and realized she was on the verge of tears. She didn’t much feel like hanging out with either of them anymore. “Look, you two enjoy your movie or whatever. I don’t feel like hanging out anymore,” she finished and stormed off before either of them could protest. While she was only mildly annoyed with Layla, she couldn’t shake the feeling of anger towards Rio. They’d have a better afternoon without her and she was eager to return home to Luna.

Things hadn’t quite gone as Layla had hoped, and she had felt like she had opened her mouth too soon. Her heart ached for her friends, and she now felt guilty for making things worse. It was the glare from Ariana that hurt the most, and she wanted to protest her friendship with Athena. Tell her friend how the girl had threatened Layla’s life if she hurt Frankie, despite being egged on to shift by both Athena and Nell. But when Rio threatened to leave and the smaller of her two friends stormed off, the redhead knew their day for fun was over. Sighing and looking at the ground, she took a moment to think, before making up her mind, “Well, you know what? Why don’t we all just go home. I don’t really feel like seeing a movie anymore anyways. Sorry, Orion, and I’m sorry for opening my big mouth.” Giving him a gentle squeeze on the shoulder and a sad smile, she walked off not sure if going home was the right option, but not really feeling in the mood for hanging out regardless of where her feet took her.

Why wasn’t Orion surprised? As usual, he had screwed things up. Ariana was right. Rio didn’t get to keep friendships that weren’t based on the truth. Whether he followed the hunter heritage or not, how did he expect to build a relationship with others when he couldn’t even be honest about himself? Ariana stormed off first. With Layla following shortly after, her plans and the mood are completely ruined by their conversation. The two of them could have had a fun day if Rio hadn’t shown up. But that was his whole shtick wasn’t it? Ruining things was what he was best at. It was only a matter of time before he drove everyone around him away. He slumped his shoulders, waving a goodbye to Layla before finding the nearest bench and crumpling onto it. He wished he had done things right. He wished he had friends to hang out with today. He wished he hadn’t screwed things up.

#wickedswriting #why can't we be friends #layla #orion #rio #chatzy

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sagaciousfchuzzle · 6 years ago

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Do ALL of the Space asks!!!!

dOhhh noooooooooo, whoever could this beeeeeeeeeComet- What are you currently frustrated about?

Hahaha oh boy. Mostly how fucking stupid I was not doing internships when I had more of the chance and instead chose to go back home every summer. I really, really appreciated it at the time, but whenever I look for wildlife jobs now I just feel so underqualified and completely unprepared. I was stupid and some friends who will see this will never let me forget it.

Black Hole- What are you most afraid of?

At this moment what I’m most afraid of is not being able to get a job in my field and not being able to make some kind of meaningful contribution to conservation and stuff.

Galaxy- Do you have any nicknames? What are they?

Uhhhhhh, Plum/PlumPlum, Mr. Sneeze, Coah; I think that’s about it?

Star- What song(s) do you feel describes you?

Fffffffuuuuuuuuck, um. Okay so I wasted like 3 hours trying to find good ones so let’s just go with these:

Natalia Lafourcade’s Mi Tierra Veracruzana (specifically this live version)

Nujabes’ Spiritual State.

Wind of Departure/~Setting Off Wind~ from Monster Hunter 4.

Baths’ Yeoman, a wonderfully queer musician.

Pogo’s J’Adore Juin, though it breaks my heart that Pogo is an MRA idiot.

Moon- Are you currently reading any books? If so, what book(s)?

Oh god, sadly not. I still have some Discworld books to read but I don’t want to be done-done with the series as a whole. ;_;

Planets- If you could go anywhere, where would you go?

New Zealand, Japan, South Korea, probably.

Mercury- Describe your aesthetic.

Earth tones, rustic looks, organized messes, wildflowers and pine trees, hearty food and warm blankets on a cold and cozy day.

Venus- What’s your favorite tv show?

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm honestly maybe Parks & Rec? Or Steven Universe.

Earth- If you could be anyone else for a day, who would you want to be?

On one hand I could be Chris Evans for a day but on the other hand I’d also want to be someone STUPIDLY RICH so I could give tons of money to me and my loved ones, and I wouldn’t want to do that to Chris Evans. Probably the latter, just someone super rich whom I don’t care about.

Mars- If you could change one thing about yourself, what would you change?

Haha um. Maybe my penchant for sweet things. Or, y’know,my metabolism/weight.

Jupiter- If you had to pick one color to use for an entire week, what color would you choose?

This is a joke right? ‘Cause anyone who knows anything about me will know the answer is Green.

Saturn- How far would you go for those you care about?

Very far.

Uranus- What would you say is your greatest achievement?

Fuck me man, I don’t know. I think being considered someone my friends can trust to talk about shit with.

Neptune- Describe yourself in one sentence.

Hi I fiercely believe in there being a right and wrong and tend to not suffer those who choose the latter; that being said, I am a goof who loves puns and even though I can be snarky as hell I secretly prefer it when people are even more snarky back to me and put me in my place, because it’s fun to laugh, even at yourself.

Pluto- If you could meet anyone, alive or dead, who would you meet?

Terry Pratchett, author of the Discworld series (and many more books besides!).

Constellations- If you could have one talent, what would you want it to be? (can be magical or not)

>Magical or notOh man. Okay so if I want to be broken I’d say absolute control over time, so absolute that even fi I create paradoxes it isn’t an issue. Alternatively, something I’ve always thought would eb cool was to either:Be able to teleport as far as your eye can seeorAny time you’re going down a street or sitting in a place or whatever, and for some vague reason it reminds you of some other place you’ve been to (so you drive past a street called Railroad Avenue, but you know of another Railroad Avenue in another town, or you’re sitting in a park and smells like your grandparents’ backyard), those two places become ‘linked’ and you can freely teleport between the two vaguely similar locations. You can’t like… consciously force the linking though.

Asteroid- When you die, what do you want to be done with your body?

Cremated, spread over some nice wilderness, maybe with a tree.

Aquarius- What’s a topic you enjoy learning about?

B I O L O G Y & E C O L O G Y

Aquila- Do you prefer to read books or watch movies?

I feel like these are apples & oranges? Like books are more of a solitude thing to enjoy by yourself, but movies are great to share with people.

Aries- What is something you enjoy doing?

Telling myself I’m going to get back into drawing, and then not. c:Alternatively, coming up with tabletop rpg plots and never using them.

Auriga- If you had to pick one villain from any media, who would you rather have to face and why?

The Nightmare Knight from Cucumber’s Quest, because spoiler reasons.

Bootes- If you could have any animal, wild or not, fake or not, which would you want?

G R I Z Z L Y B E A R .Or maybe a feathered serpent like Quetzalcoatl.

Cancer- How do you want to be remembered?

Someone who, despite his extraordinarily sharp wit, was kind and cozy.

Canis Major- How many friends do you have?

Lots man.

Capricornus- What’s a song lyric that you relate to?

Honestly I’m having a hard time with this one. I guess from Hey Rosetta! we’ve got two:From their song Kintsukuroi:Oh see inside of me lay the heels of your hands upon me and let your fingers fall bless these broken bonesmake it whole, make it better than it was before make it better than it was before!

and their song Dream:couldn’t we make, couldn’t we make, couldn’t we make itjust like we wanted, just like we need itwhy can’t we, just like a dream?

who says we can’t. who says we can’t, who says we shouldn’twho says we couldn’t, make it just like we love itwhy can’t we, just like a dream?

Cassiopeia- What’s your favorite quote?

I guess, “The blood of the covenant of friendship is thicker than the water shared by the womb” ‘cause that’s the first one that came to mind.

Cygnus- If you could go back to any time period for a couple days, when/where would you want to go?

I think to November a couple years back, or to some time last winter. There’s some stuff I could at least try to fix.

Gemini- Do you have any siblings? How many?

Just one older brother.

Leo- If you could change the way any movie was made, which movie would you change?

Honestly probably Kubo & the Two Strings because it had so much potential but the second half of the film seems so…………………. so boring compared to what they could have done with it.

Libra- If you could talk to your past self, what would you tell yourself?

Bitch stay in Alaska and do an internship.

Lyra- Would you rather be feared or loved?

Feared by strangers, loved by friends & family.

Orion- What’s your favorite type of weather?

Brightly sunny with some scattered clouds, but none-the-less it’s cold & crisp. Or it’s night time with moderate rain and wet streets.

Pegasus- What’s your favorite music genre?

Fuck man there can’t be just one. Jazz, Classical, pseudo….electronic-ish stuff???, soundtracks, etc.

Perseus- What’s your favorite movie genre?

Action/Adventure or Comedy.

Pisces- Describe someone you love without saying their name.

She’s Saint Francis incarnate, and not just for the animals. Even when people hurt her she will always take the higher path, and I know she has a better moral compass than I do. She’s wise and snarky and loves working the earth with her own hands (Hint: it’s an aunt of mine).

Sagittarius- What do you do when you don’t feel well? What do you eat/drink?

If you’re talking about a cold or something what I tend to do is fill a kettle to the brim and heat up a ton of water, then basically chug tea all day. Specifically chamomile or maybe a lemon tea, but both with some honey. That tends to help me recuperate faster.

Scorpius- If you had to pick someone to betray you, who would you pick?

Probs my friend Owen, ‘cause he’d be the easiest to ignore. 😂

Taurus- What makes you feel comfortable?

Eating food with friends, telling stories and jokes, good music on drives long & short, telling truths and sharing feelings, going to sleep exhausted because I actually did stuff during the day.

Ursa Major- If you had to pick any job to have, what job would you want?

Savior of all Ursus-kind. Or like raising abandoned bear cubs which would be super sad but also super heartwarming.

Virgo- What do you value the most- artistic ability/creativity, musical ability, athletic ability, intellect, or work ethic?

I think I respect work ethic the most - you may not be the most capable, but you’re being honest & earnest, and like a teacher of mine said in the past, “Hard work beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard.”

Neutron- Are you more of a leader or a follower?

Honestly I’m happy to be a follower unless there’s no leader or the leader is incompetent.

Supernova- How do you feel about yourself?

Kind of unhappy, for the reasons mentioned in Comet. Kind of annoyed at how it feels like I’m procrastinating on starting my own life, whether that’s intentional or not.

Supergiant- What’s something you like about yourself?

People have told me they feel comfortable talking to me about issues and stuff and I really, really like that I can be that kind of person for my friends.

Red Giant- Would you get into a debate/argument with someone if you heard them saying something you disagree with or know to be wrong, or would you stay silent?

It depends. If they’re just talking with their own group and I’m not going to be stuck near them for hours, then I can just put headphones in, but if they’re making someone uncomfortable or something, I’d step in. I’d also step in if it was an honest mistake.

Red Dwarf- What’s your favorite smell? What smell makes you feel most comfortable?

Pine trees I think. I loooooooooooooooove the smell of pine.

Protostar- Give a random fact about yourself.

I finally beat Dragon’s Dogma the other day and I was scared I was going to be disappointed because I already kind of knew about the existential take it…. takes, but it was a blast and wonderful and amazing and I think everyone who likes rpg’s should play this game and Grigori is a huge…. sweetheart, of sorts.

#ask prompt #Anonymous #admiration-determination

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wrecktify · 6 years ago

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* jennie kim, 22, she/her | oh, them? that’s veronica park. they’ve lived in carina bay for, like, their whole life. last time i spoke to them they were a dog walker and hairdresser and if i remember correctly, they’re an aquarius. seeing them around always makes me think of stickers on a suitcase, midnight on the interstate, and the ritualistic removal of the glitter and glitz of a long night out: a transformation back to self.

A HISTORY

veronica grew up middle class as they come. her parents went all in on the american dream: the house in the suburbs, the nuclear family, the dog and the picket fence. she was born their first child, and grew up in the orion avenue area with her little brother just behind her. there were no great tragedies in her childhood. they were happy and they got by, and that’s something she’ll always remember.

veronica strives in the spotlight. she’s always loved getting a little extra attention. she took up cheer in middle school and used it to her advantage: she wasn’t cruel, but she certainly soaked up being able to create a cool girl persona for herself. her parents were glad she had the extracurricular, and she reveled in becoming one of the faces most well known of her class.

high school comes around and it’s more of the big same. she continues to be generally well liked and popular. for three years, she frequents party scenes, tries to get to as many people as she cans, but all the while, she never really stopped to make like. meaningful lasting connections. like she’s the kinda girl to say she loves you the night you meet her but then you don’t hear from her for weeks. she was kind of that person that everyone knew and was pretty much cool with but asides from a few exceptions didn’t have many real friends just casual pals and people she could party with.

her senior year, someone wrote on the third stall in the one nice girl’s bathroom at school that she was a superficial bitch. no one paid as much mind to it as she did. because in all reality, it was right. she cared about the wrong things for the wrong reasons. she drove around for a couple hours listening to kelly clarkson and really trying to figure her ish out and ultimately decided to try to be more real with people. she wanted things to be honest and she wanted the people that liked her to like her for who she was not just because she was cool to hang out with sometimes.

a side effect of making her circle small was that she really got clingy to people who were nice to her plain and simple. enter theodore. they met a while after that, but while she was still kinda trying to find herself beyond trying to be the most likable person in a room. he took to the amount of her real self she showed, and he made her feel special. it was fun and fast and just special to be with him. but it got super serious super fast once she found out she was pregnant.

pregnancy tw when she found out she was pregnant, she prepared to take it in stride. with theodore, she really felt like maybe she could pull all of this off, and be the kind of person who roots themselves in family, because it’s how she got by as a kid. she knew that an unplanned pregnancy as young as they were wasn’t really the most statistically sound foundation for her family and the rest of her life to be built on, but she figured it was worth a shot. she started to pursue a more serious relationship with theodore and finished up obtaining her cosmetology license and really tricked herself into feeling like she had this on lock.

things were okay for a while. and then they weren’t. she wanted to be around for theo and with penelope but she still felt Wrong. she was doing something for the wrong reasons again, sticking around because it was the thing to do and not because she was ready to devote herself to raising this child for literally the rest of her life.

the night she left, she wrote theo a letter explaining why she had to go. she really still had no idea who she was or what she wanted and it wasn’t fair to him to be saddled to someone who couldn’t even tell you who she was. she left an envelope of recent commissions, and a promise that she’d continue to chip in financially while she was gone, but she needed a minute to collect herself.

a minute turned to almost two years living with her aunt in atlanta. it hurt her to know she was missing out on benchmarks in penelope’s life, but overall, she knew this was her own choice and doing. she kept her promise, sending not just her part of the rent but little trinkets to her daughter from time to time. she never expected real correspondence from theodore, so she’s not sure whatever happened with that, but it was her vain attempt at making it a little easier to sleep at night.

after some soul searching, she’s finally back in carina and a lot more Authentic than ever before. she feels ready to attend to the fires she left simmering and ready to own up to things she would have hid before. she’s really trying bottom line here

THE LEGEND

don’t call her ronni. unless u are one of her roller derby buddies from atlanta who knew her as Raw-Me Ronni it’s illegal :/ veronica or v and other various pet names are just fine though

make no mistake high school v never took being miss Thing to a mean place. she was never cruel, but there was always something just,,, kinda spacey about her, because she was nice enough and fun to have at a party but she really is the chameleon type of person to adjust 2 whatever her surroundings were. she’s a little fake in that sense and there are times people have been able to scope cracks in her facade to see that she’s more shallow than she lets on

she’s weirdly zen now like she worked out her stuff and she’s come back a lot less high strung than before catch her doing yoga on the beach in the early mornings with the oldsters

pansexual princess

her relationship w her parents isn’t as phenomenal as it once was just bc. she showed her whole ass with the skipping town shit but she is still fairly close w her brother

she can find herself slipping back into old habits and kinda just agreeing to things for the sake of being agreeable and likable or acting out because of the attention it brings so look out

week days she pretty diligently devotes herself to keeping up work and meeting w theodore and penelope but the weekends unless she has explicit plans that require her 2 keep it Professional and good influence-y she’s probably throwing down some..... old habits die hard

ill write up some wc after i shower :P

#lucky number 7 how abt that...#carinaintro #tags tba

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m0nbruh · 7 years ago

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wasn’t tagged to do this, but i’m gonna do it anyway because why not?

rules: answer the following 92 statements and tag 20 people afterwards.

tagged: (4 should be fine haha) @sick-creeps @orion-oenopion @biancangelo @ask-will-solace

LAST:

1. Drink: dr. pepper

2. Phone call: my dad if i remember correctly?

3. Text message: my best friend @orion-oenopion

4. Song you listened to: how to be a heartbreaker by marina and the diamonds. currently litstening to this shit, and it’s fantastic.

5. Time you cried: i’m such an emotional mess, okay. i cry so often. but last time i cried ... last week? either last wednesday or tuesday. can’t remember which, though.

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: haha hahhahahaha ... no ... i’ve never dated someone before. i’m a sad, lonely bitch, okay. *sad finger guns*

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: uh

8. Been cheated on: we must remember: i’m sad and lonely.

9. Lost someone special: no

10. Been depressed: my depression is a real big problem right now.

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: i hate the taste of alcohol, so no.

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12. blue

13. pink

14. black

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: yes.

16. Fallen out of love: i’d believe so, yes. had a hardcore crush on this one guy, we stopped seeing each other when summer came around, and my crush was shot back towards the one i’ve had for two years.

17. Laughed until you cried: unfortunately, i haven’t laughed to the point of tears.

18. Found out someone was talking about you: no, but i’m pretty sure someone out there’s talking about me without my knowledge.

19. Met someone who changed you: i don’t think so??

20. Found out who your friends are: i’ve known who my friends were for a while, i think.

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: i don’t have a facebook anymore.

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: when i had a facebook, i only friended people i knew, and they were all my family.

23. Do you have any pets: two dogs (vader and kenai) and some fish (foster, jaws, nomi, and tua).

24. Do you want to change your name: i already changed my name?? my deadname isn’t of use anymore haha.

25. What did you do for your last birthday?: stayed home from school, ate some cake and ice cream, opened up one present.

26. What time did you wake up: 11:40-ish, fed my fesh, went back to bed, and woke up around 2:30. haven’t gone back to sleep since, and it’s currently 4 in the morning on a school night.

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: uh making some sheet music...

28. Name something you can’t wait for: showing my sheet music to my orchestra class. i’m really excited over it.

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: when my mom came into my room to tell me to go to sleep, which i ignored.

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: how i was born i guess? wish i was born male instead of female, so i wouldn’t have to be trans and i wouldn’t have to go through surgery to be seen as a man.

31. What are you listening to right now: “counting bodies like sheep” by a perfect circle.

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: i’m sure at some point, i did, but i don’t quite remember.

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: when people read while i’m writing one of my stories.

34. Most visited websites: youtube, tumblr, flight rising, google drive.

35. Mole/s: i have a lot of flat moles haha

36. Mark/s: stretch marks, scars on my fingers, a scar on under my elbow.

37. Childhood dream: i wanted to be an author, and i still do!

38. Hair color: brown.

39. Long or short hair: short. i usually have it shaved on the sides and longer on the top, like a mowhawk? kind of?

40. Do you have a crush on someone: most definitely.

41. What do you like about yourself: my creativity?

42. Piercings: nope. don’t want any.

43. Blood type: uh...

44. Nickname: ???

45. Relationship status: a sad, lonely single pringle.

46. Zodiac: virgo!

47. Pronouns: he/him

48. Favorite TV Show: fuck i don’t know.

49. Tattoos: no. i’m considering getting some, but i’m not too sure.

50. Right or left hand: right

51. Surgery: never gone through surgery, but maybe in the futre.

52. Hair dyed in different color: i’ve dyed it a dark red once. it looked nice haha

53. Sport: do you really think i do sports?

54. Favorite accessory: i?? i don’t know?? i’m not really a fan on wearing accessories.

55. Vacation: went to seattle a couple times, gone to flora and disneyland/world, and a few other places.

56. Pair of trainers: just got some sneakers, man. boring as shit.

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: what am i eating right now? what i enjoy eating? don’t know what to put here?

58. Drinking: drinking nothing right now. probably should tho. my mouth is pretty dry.

59. I’m about to: write out more “tagged challenges” things.

61. Waiting for: me to put my life together.

62. Want: to die.

63. Get married: i mean. yes and no? yes, because i want to feel like someone loves me just enough to actually want to be with me in that way. no, because i’m scared of them not loving me anymore and divorcing me and leaving me all alone.

64. Career: an author! or a teacher. or both. whatever works.

WHICH IS BETTER:

65. Hugs or kisses: fuckin both. i’m desperate and in need of hugs and kisses from the people i love and adore.

66. Lips or eyes: bro, if you got good eyes and/or lips, i will appreciate them. i don’t have a preference.

67. Shorter or taller: dude. taller and shorter is great. if shorter, they’re adorable as fuck. taller, i want hugs from them. win-win situation from both.

68. Older or younger: older? younger? ehhh?

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: arms. definitely arms. if you look like you can crush my skull with your bicep, i will appreciate the shit outta them.

71. Sensitive or loud: uh *gently finger guns away*

72. Hook up or relationship: relationship. plz. i’m desperate for some lovin

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: *aggressive finger guns away*

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: nope.

75. Drank hard liquor: uh no?

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: no. i don’t wear either so ...

77. Turned someone down: a lot in middle school. because i wasn’t interested in any of the shits who asked.

78. Had sex on the first date: bitch i’ve never gone on a first date.

79. Broken someone’s heart: probably not.

80. Had your heart broken: oh i’d think so haha

81. Been arrested: nope.

82. Cried when someone died: cried over the fact that my grandma on my dad’s side died.

83. Fallen for a friend: yes! hell to the fucking yes!

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: rarely do i believe in myself.

85. Miracles: miracles are a nice thought, so i’d like to believe in them.

86. Love at first sight: romantic love at first sight, no. love for your child or something like that, hell to the yes.

87. Santa Claus: santa claus was ruined for me. wished i still had that childish innocence and believe in him again.

88. Kiss on the first date: i don’t see why not?

OTHER:

90. Current best friend name: his name is orion.

91. Eye color: blue.

92. Favorite movie: fuck i don’t know.

#tagged #my posts #the frog speaks

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jellyfishline · 7 years ago

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All the space questions >:)

dude okay you better be ready for a trip this is gonna be looooong

Planets: Life

Mercury: What’s your full name?

Maegan!! and yes, it really is spelled that way idk ask my parents

Venus: What’s your first language?

English!

Earth: Where’s your home?

also Earth! but specifically Illinois, America’s least-interesting state.

Mars: What’s your sexuality?

eeeergh gay-ish? kinda bi? idk It’s Complicated

Jupiter: Do you have any siblings?

just one! my big bro

Saturn: Any pets?

nope :(

Uranus: What’s your hobby?

what isn’t my hobby lol. I write, I sew, I knit, I crochet, I cook, I garden, I read, I draw, I paint, I own more video games than any person rightfully should, I have an unhealthy obsession with interior decorating–basically if you name it and it doesn’t involve a lot of hand-eye coordination or depth perception, I probably have tried it at least.

Neptune: When’s your birthday?

April 1st. yes really.

Pluto: What time is it right now where you are?

uhhhh… 6:49 PM.

Moon: What are you currently studying/hope to study?

as in, college? technically my major is undecided, but being totally honest: I really wanna study acting.

Stars: Experiences

Sun: Have you ever had alcohol?

yes!! I’ve never been drunk tho

Sirius: Have you ever failed a class?

um…. yes…..

Rigel: Have you ever gone on a rollercoaster?

twice, when I was little. the first time was really fun! the second was… less so :p

Deneb: Have you ever been out of your home country?

nope!

Arcturus: Have you cried out of something other than sadness?

all the time. it’s kinda embarrassing lol

Betelgeuse: What’s something you can never forget about?

oh gosh. lots of stuff. I can never forget my grandmother’s old house, or the songs I listened to as a kid, or my favorite movies, or my favorite foods. I have a lot of memories I guess!

Aldebaran: What’s something you care desperately about?

my girlfriend

Canopus: Have you ever broken a bone?

nope!

Bellatrix: Have you ever been forced to lie/keep a secret?

not that I can remember? not anything really huge or important, anyway.

Alphard: Have you ever lost a friend?

yeah. a lot of them, honestly.

Vega: What’s something you’ve done that you wish you hadn’t?

ugh. um, I wish I didn’t screw up so many friendships in such dumb ways, I guess.

Constellations: Favourites

Centaurus: Favourite holiday?

uh, it’s probably a tie between Christmas and Halloween. really though I’m always up for an excuse to decorate stuff and have fun.

Orion: Favourite month?

I’m a pretty big fan of March and October

Cassiopeia: Favourite book?

I have lots of favorites. one of them is The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss.

Delphinus: Favourite study?

I’m kinda obsessed with history. like, I’d love to be a historian if I didn’t have to do so much schooling to do it.

Hercules: Favourite instrument?

I love all sorts of music, but I’m very fond of violins, cellos, and woodwinds. I also love the ukulele, which I can play!

Gemini: Favourite song?

I have a lot of these too, but one of them is Home by Gabrielle Aplin

Pegasus: Favourite place to be?

I love libraries and art museums. I love the library of my parents’ house, where I’m typing this now. I love little small soft spaces that I can curl up in. I like to make little caves out of blankets in the winter time that I can hide in.

Libra: Favourite colour?

purple and gray.

Phoenix: Favourite thing to wear?

probably my big green sweater. it’s so soft and long and perfect for snuggling!

Aries: Favourite movie?

right now I’m gonna say The Iron Giant, but again, I love a lot of movies.

Cygnus: Favourite weather?

soft cloudy breezy days with a hint of rain. loud pounding thunderstorms in the morning. sunny spring days with warm afternoons and crisp winds.

Hydra: Favourite sound?

windchimes and bells, especially small, cheerful ones. they sound like magic to me.

Galaxies: Love/Friends

Milky Way: Who’s your oldest friend?

if we’re talking friends that I still regularly keep in contact with, then I’d say probably my best pal Shana. I’ve known her for… five years? six? wow it’s been a while.

Andromeda: Do you consider yourself social?

yes! mostly! I’m very social but I’m a big fickle about who I spend time with.

Black Eye Galaxy: Do you believe in love at first sight?

yes and no. I don’t believe you can be in love with someone without spending the time to get to know them first, but I do believe that there are people who you just sort of click with immediately, and all that complicated getting-to-know-you stuff feels so much easier with them than with other people. there are people who are fascinating to watch and to listen to, people who catch your eye the moment you see them. I wouldn’t call it love exactly, but it’s something.

Cartwheel Galaxy: When was your first kiss?

um. no comment lol.

Cigar Galaxy: How’s your flirting skills?

oh geez. I’m so bad at flirting. like… so bad. the worst. mostly I just aggressively compliment people and stare at them and hope they don’t hate me?

Comet Galaxy: Have you ever had to leave a relationship because someone changed too much?

uh, not really. usually it’s more that people automatically leave me when they change, not that I don’t want them around anymore.

Pinwheel Galaxy: Would you date the last person you talked to?

I AM dating the last person I talked to lol. unless you count telling my bro that I didn’t care if he used the TV, in which case, ew no.

Sombrero Galaxy: Do you have a crush right now?

yeah….

Bode’s Galaxy: Have you ever had a secret admirer?

if I have, they’ve been very stealthy about it!

Sunflower Galaxy: Would you date/make friends with someone out of pity?

no? I mean, if someone is lonely/doesn’t seem to have a lot of friends I might make an extra effort to talk to them, but I wouldn’t ever spend time with someone JUST out of pity, that’d be insulting and unpleasant for both of us

Tadpole Galaxy: Would you deny a relationship/friendship?

why would I?

Whirlpool Galaxy: Have you ever cried over a breakup?

if friend-breakups count, then yes.

Other stuff: Wishes

Comet: What’s your big dream?

to get my own books published someday. to move out of my parents’ house. to get a job I love and don’t hate.

Asteroid: What does your dream life look like?

I live in a small and extremely comfortable house with my wife. we have a few kids and a bunch of dogs and maybe a cat or two. I have plenty of time to spend on all my hobbies and a garden out front that I’m always struggling to remember to water. my job is creative and exciting and not horribly stressful. also we live on a farm and I get to pet goats all the time because this is a dream so I get to have whatever I want. I bake bread every single day and I never have to vacuum the carpets.

Meteor: What’s something you wish you could tell, but can’t?

I wish I was better at articulating my thoughts in general. there’s a lot of little day-to-day thoughts I have that I’d love to tell people, but I’ve never been good at telling people what I’m thinking or why.

Nebula: If you could undo one thing in your life, what would it be?

only one thing? hmm… I’m not sure there’s really anything I’d change. everything that’s happened to me is part of me now, and if I changed it… I’m not sure I’d recognize myself.

Shooting Star: If you could bring back one thing, what would it be?

I’d make the books I loved as a kid stop being out of print.

Pulsar: What do you hope to do in the next 10 years?

I guess I hope I’ll make a little more progress towards my dream life? finally graduate college probably and make a few more friends, maybe finish a book or two.

Supernova: What’s one thing you want to do before you die?

I want to travel the world. all over Europe and Asia and just… everywhere I can.

Quasar: If you could spend the rest of your life with only one person, who would it be?

oh gosh that’s way too hard of a question! I love all the people I love too much to decide. plus, with only one person we’d definitely get sick of each other after a while.

Wormhole: What’s something you wish would happen, but know won’t

that all of the political bullshit currently ruining my country and my mental health would shut up and go away immediately

Black Hole: What’s the last thing you want to see?

like, the last thing I want to see before I die? or like, the last thing I want to see as in the thing I least want to see ever? as for the former, I don’t know, and as for the latter, idk but I feel like all the above political bullshit comes pretty close

#jellyfishrambles #do you regret asking yet lol #wowww this got long #shit this took me a whole hour to write

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les-meandres · 7 years ago

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...Should know us a little better...(I think that’s what it was) Tag

WOOOOOAH This is so exciting!! The first time I actually take the time to respong to a tag! THANKS @yourhopeyourangeeel sweetie for the tag!

RULES: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people (that’s a lot of people I don’t have lol…)

THE LAST: 1. Drink: Water (so boring but I blame my WAY too sugary iced coffee that made me sick! tsskk) 2. Phonecall: My BF... for a lift! 3. Text message: A good night & sweet dream message 4. Song you listend to: 여기 봐 Look Here - ‘cause we’re never too happy. 5. Time you cried: Maybe a week ago or so... well, during BTS home house party... it was such a happy moment. I cry when I’m happy. LOL. 6. Dated someone twice: euh? Never? 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Maybe one time! 8. Been cheated on: Nop 9. Lost someone special: Nop again. Pretty lucky on this one. 10. Been depressed: Yeah since I was 15 + anxiety but I’m living 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Like 3 times in my adult life, alcohol doesn’t break down for me sooo…one would think I would learn lol…

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14: White.... wait? I need more.... damn ahah. I don’t know man, all the colors are worth being loved and everything. No discrimination!

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: YES! I wasn’t planing to have new friends but I guess you don’t choose :D

16. Fallen out of love: Nah I’m in a old and boring (LOVELY) couple.

17. Laughed until you cried: I remember that it happend and I was like: OMG I’M CRYING... but I can’t remember why and when?

18. Found out someone was talking about you: Don’t know. Don’t care!

19. Met someone who changed you: Can I say.... BTS ? Okay... I didn’t MET THEM... but close enough?

20. Found out who your friends are: Jhope?. TAH. Him and I... we are BFF, am I right @toitesqui? :D

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Well... yes? I guess :D

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Well... most of them.

23. Do you have ans pets: 2 cats! Sybil and Orion Keroberos (his new name ‘caus he’s orange, annoying, eats all the time or just try to catch my attention whatever how... for NO REASON. :D)

24. Do you want to change your name: LOL. YES... and NO. The thing is... I have a “thl” in my name and... well I still can’t pronounce it correctly after 26 years :D

25. What did you do for your last Birthday: it’s been a year man... I don’t remember. I probably drank a beer.

26. What time did you wake up: 11h30... so freaking late. I blame all the kpop stuff everywhere keeping me from my beauty sleep

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Talking with my NEW NEW friend about korean food. FOOOOOD.... :3

28. Name something you can’t wait for: To be rich? LOL I’LL WAIT FOREVER.

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: 2 weeks ago I think...

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I don’t regret decision I made in my life. I’m not always happy but I really wouldn’t change my life for something else. THO I’D LIKE TO BE REBORN AS A CAT OKAY?

31. What are you listening right now: BTS - Cypher pt1 ♥

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Well... I talk to voldemort everyday. 8D #omgI’mStupid

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: WHY DO DRAMA NEEDS TO END? I HATE ENDING. They should do infinite dramas. Yop. Good plan.

34. Most visited Website: A RPG :D

35/36/37: Ahaha I don’t have the question so I’ll just say some bullshit like: Yah everyday!

38. Haircolor: Boring brown :D

39. Long or short hair: Short-ish.

40. Do you have a crush on someone: I have too many crushs to mention them.♥ and making a choice is just impossible.

41. What do you like about yourself: I like the fact that I’m a happy fangirl.

42. Piercings: Stretched both ears...

43. Bloodtype: A neg ~ #BORING

44. Nickname: BLACKY. (okay like nearly no one calls me that BUT IT’S MY FAV!)

45. Relationship status: Old old old boring couple ♥

46. Zodiac: Leo

47. Pronouns: She/Her

48. Favorite TV Show: DON’T START ME ON THIS.... I’LL HAVE TO WRITE DOWN ALL THOSE K-DRAMAS. But ok. I’ll chose 3? for the sake of it GOBLIN (’cause that bromance man.), Strong Women (’cause Hyunsik is a big baby.) and weightlifting kim bok joo ‘Cause REASON.

49. Tattoos: 4 of them. All geeks tattoos! (like Doctor Who, Harry Potter, LOTR~)

50. Right or left hand: Right

51. Surgery: 2! first for my appendicitis, and the second for my Anterior Cruciate Ligament (ACL)

52. Piercing: Refer to #42

53. Sport: Is going to karaoke a sport? ‘cause I’m really aching dead after!

55. Vacation: NEXT ONE. KOREA BABY. CAN’T WAIT.

56. Pair of trainers: I don’t remember... I have some, they are super colorful #usefulInfoRight?

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: OMG FOOD. FOOD ALL THE TIME. Tho I prefer when people make the food for me. I’m so LAZZZYY :D

58. Drinking: Beer.

59. I’m about to: Go to sleep. Well I was suppose to go 2 hours ago. What happen to my life?

61. Waiting for: My next life. Really I can’t wait I want to be a cat.

62. Want: Homemade korean food *^* (YO @yourhopeyourangeeel. I WANT THE SAME THING SO I’ILL LEFT YOUR ANWSER THERE!)

63. Get married: ahah. Nah. I don’t believe in marriage.

64. Career: Hopefully soon....?

WHICH IS BETTER

65. Hugs or kisses: Hugs. You don’t get sick with hug, or you don’t have to smell the bad morning breath!

66. Lips or eyes: Eyes ~ So mysterious these littles balls in our face!

67. Shorter or taller: Taller. LOL If you are shorter than me, you have a problem (as a male.)

68. Older or younger: Older

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: I like knees. So... yop, that’s it.

71. Sensetive or loud: In middle of it? Too much emotion is like not enough ahahha

72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship ~

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: What kind of question is that? :D

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: Yop

75. Drank hard liquor: All the time, dude.

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: ahah yes... for a couple months!

77. Turned someone down: Yop

78. Sex in the first date: Nop

79. Broken someones heart: Yes.

80. Had your heart broken: Ahah yes.

81. Been arrested: I don’t think so...

82. Cried when someone died: I did... but I think I was more crying because my dad was crying too.

83. Fallen for a friend: Yah, shits happen man. I fall for Jin, WHAT CAN I DOOOO! (ok sorry I think I’m brain dead now.)

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: Maybe

85. Miracles: I wish aha!

86. Love at first sight: Not really. I think people get better when you actually try to know them!

87. Santa Claus: Baby me loved Santa ~

88. Kiss in the first date: I didn’t had a lot of first date.... man. I don’t remember. I don’t think so!

89. Angels: nop

OTHER:

90. Current best friends name: @toitesqui CAN I TAG YOU LIKE ONE MILLION TIMES?

91. Eyecolor: Brown.

92. Favorite movie(s): I don’t like movies. Ending and stuff, you know.

I tag: @toitesqui @dtmyg @realyoonseok @kakestalks @smol-jims @mariecici .... I DON’T HAVE ENOUGH FRIENDD :D OMG SORRY I WAS REALLY BORING. NEXT TIME I’LL DO BETTER!!! ♥

Remember You Dont Have To Do This! ❤

#should know #about me #me #tag #tag game

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furederiko · 7 years ago

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Never let the darkness take away your light! Shine on it... Shine Bright! Don't believe me? Just ask Garu and Balance...

- Thanks to that tearful incident with Scorpio, the team is down to 8 members once more. Which is... as I've said before, the maximum number to form Ryutei Kyuren-Oh. Oh, by the way, since I got really emotional on my previous recap-view (and also almost a week late), I forgot to mention that Kyuranger has officially entered its 1/3 point! NOTE: Optimistically assuming that this season is going to have at least 50 episodes, that means we still have around 33-34 episodes to go! 50 is a rather rare case though, since the past seasons have all ended below that number. Zyuohger ended at 48, Ninninger only had 47. Gokaiger was the last title to end with a heaping 51 episodes, and that was probably due to the Anniversary season's insane popularity. Rightfully so... *grins* - Garu narrates the intro, and he doesn't sound happy. He wants to locate Carina Kyu Globe right away, for Champ's sake. Balance on the other hand, thinks that rushing things up isn't good. Suffice to say, a conflict is at play between them, which is good, because Pyxis Kyu Globe hasn't finished recharging. Meaning? Side mission time! - One that involves... a 'Dome of Darkness'. Yeouch! That sounds ominous, though a bit Megaranger-esque somehow. But the theme of this liberation mission is about 'Dark versus Light', and clearly a parallel to gloomy Garu and bright bubbly Balance. Oh hey, surprise surprise, it's also about the #SUN/MOON Shining Kyu Globe. Putting the neat two-in-one design, it's a Kyu Globe with an ability that... even Commander Xiao isn't particularly sure about. LOL. - Since the untested gadget has yet to arrive from Rebellion HQ, the away team is sent out to scout the area first. The team members are Kyulette-ed, and it's a two females team again... Yaaay!!! How can they enter the pitch-black dome? By using Hammy's ninjutsu ability to enter the location from underground (I wonder what would happen if she wasn't picked by Kyulette then?). Not long after they arrive, suddenly the dome turns reaaaally bright! Bright as day. What is happening? And then... zombie workers?! - Apparently, day and night are being manipulated freely inside this dome, so day-time takes around 22 hours while night-time is only 2 hours. That's the reason why the workers haven't gotten proper rest and looking like... zombies. But how come nobody is complaining? Because they fear for the... invisible Malistrate Shaidows. Lucky can't hold back his badmouthings for Shaidows, so he experiences first hand (and actually, several times more... later on) getting strike down by the Malistrate's unseen force. - Unable to see their enemy, our away team is easily scattered away. Obviously, Garu gets stuck with Balance again (it's their focus episode, right?)... as they land on a garbage dump. Ouch! This bickering duo doesn't waste time and gets into a spat due to their polarizing personalities. Garu loses his patience and walks away because he thinks Balance is wasting time. Balance might seem laid-back, but secretly he's already devising a plan... by hacking through the surveillance camera. That's definitely Libra all right! LOL. - Meanwhile, the gang back on Orion is unable to contact the away team and starts to get worried. That's when a familiar face appears... on the monitor. Kotarou!!! Aaah, it's been 4 episodes since the last time we saw this boy. Is it just me though, or he's looking slightly... older? Perhaps the haircut? Darn, kids nowadays grow up so fast, eh? Kotarou's role is to report that the Shining Kyu Globe has been delivered to the Orion. He also offers an update about Champ and Stinger's condition... and it's NOT encouraging. The former hasn't been reassembled yet, while the latter is down and depressed about it. Aaaaww... *wipes tears away*, even Kotarou feels bad. - The problem in hand now, is HOW to deliver the Shining Kyu Globe to the away team. And well, Xiao has an... 'idea'. Gotta admire that whimsical confidence... as ridiculous as it may be *sigh*. Back on Earth, the team is reunited, and Balance surprises Garu by revealing what he's been up to. Garu's opinion about him starts to change. The team then immediately observes the footage that he has acquired. Turns out, Shaidows attacks from below, but... once again, how? Is he a speedster? This is where Garu offers his own plan. - LOL, that must be the silliest roll call (and mock-fight) I've ever witnessed so far in Super Sentai! Like seeing the kids of "Crayon Shin-chan" taking over the show with their... juvenile attitudes. Exaggeration mode aside (...;p), the point is to lure Shaidows out, so that Balance can analyze his attack pattern. And it works! Shaidows isn't a speedster, because... he moves around between shadows! Wait a sec, I wonder why nobody (including yours truly) realized this much earlier, when the answer is already hinted all along... by the Malistrate's very own NAME?! Aaarrggggh... - As to be expected, the solution to this, is the Shining Kyu Globe. Which has arrived through Draco Voyager Delivery! Leo Red uses the new produc... I mean item's Solar Mode, and transforms into The Shining Star, Sun Leo Red. The one with... 'bed-hair', according to Aquila Pink. That Spanish-sounding BGM though... *grins* SWEEET!!! Using the "Shine Bright!" ability, Shaidows (whose shadow lurking skill is rather creepy, if you ask me) can no longer hide in the darkness. And I don't know why, but Libra Gold gets powered up as well. If we count glowing and being nut... er, I mean hyperactive, as one, that is. Hmmm... perhaps because Balance is powered by solar energy? - The Darkness Dome is destroyed alongside Shaidows' Consumarz. And it is revealed that the actual time of day is NIGHT. That means... yep, time for Lunar Mode now. Thus, The Moody Star, Leo Red Moon debuts. Seriously, Spanish accoustic before this, and now Middle-Eastern-sounding BGM? While I fail to see how this Kyu Globe will be useful in future episodes, I'm TOTALLY loving its sound effects. Also, this mode affects Lupus Blue by giving him... a serene power up. As in, turning him into a sophisticated, classy-French-talking, and elegant version that makes the others jawdrop in awe. Werewolf Lupus Blue is definitely what we can call as... COOL!!! Hold on, Leo Red is acting all calm and gentle as well. And that's something. God, I think I'm in love with this Moon effect... XD - "Solar! Lunar! Total Eclipse!" is the Shining finisher, and my oh my, how it looks so darn stylish! But enough praising, time for mecha fight. Since Draco Commander has succeeded in... crawling out of that small hole, the honor is given to him and his Ryutei-Oh. This time, he's having Libra and Lupus Voyager as its arms! I don't know about you, but I appreciate the fact that this show isn't abusing/overusing Ryutei Kyuren-Oh on a weekly basis. It feels nice to have shake-ups like this every now and then. - Spada's Space Pizza! Thanks to understanding one another through this mission, Garu and Balance are buddies now. They are getting along really fine, so fine that their chit-chat suddenly feels a little... yaoi-ish somehow (nope, not talking about sharing the ending dance spotlight). And Pyxis is all recharged! That means, it's high-time to track Carina. But hold on, apparently the Kyurangers aren't the only one targetting that object. Because Scorpio is also commanding Madako to obtain it...

Overall: Every now and then, a Tokusatsu show needs to sell merchandise to keep it running. This was easily one of those occasion. In general, it's an okay-to-good episode, can even be categorized as filler. Unlike Pegasus Kyu Globe that expanded the world a bit, the Shining Kyu Globe was rather... pointless. Sure, you could say that it boosted the power of two other Kyurangers, but the limitation to that number was also a glaring question. Why not have the effect on the other Kyurangers as well? On the other hand, this SUN/MOON power up was still quite impressive on its own, especially as a spectacle. It exceeded my expectation, and helped made the second half of this episode really interesting and fun to watch. What I also really love about it, is despite being another power up for Lucky, the episode itself was (once again) NOT about him. In fact, it's a funtastic bonding episode for Garu and Balance instead, and I totally don't mind getting more of those... Next week: Police. Sheriff. Rebellion. An Ultra-Rare Intergalactic Gathering!

Episode 17 Score: 7,6 out of 10

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storiesrus-blog1 · 8 years ago

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The Escape

The groan that left his mouth sounded animalistic even to his own ears. As he opened his eyes, he was made aware of the darkness surrounding him. He felt as if he had been crushed under the weight of an entire world, ignorant of what was transpiring around him. Where was he? Why couldn’t he remember?

As his eyes adjusted to the near absence of light, he could see that the small room all around him, other than the dirt wall he leaned on, was constructed in metallic bars. Was this a prison of some sort? What prison is partially made out of dirt? How did he end up here?

“Hello?” he calls out, hoping for another person to respond, for him to reach out to. “Hello? I don’t know where I am!” As silence continued to surround him, he became distressed. “My name is Jordan! Jordan Smith of Starship Excelsior! I’m a Commanding Science officer!”

“Do you believe they’ll let you go simply because you shout excessively?” A grave, monotone voice said from Jordan’s right.

As he tried to turn his head to look at the man that had addressed him, he saw how his own limbs were splayed out in front of him. Cuts and bruises littering his skin which could be seen where his clothes had been torn around him. His head was pounding and he felt a warm liquid dripping down his neck.

“Who are you? Where are we?” He asked, worry filling his tone. Could this be someone who could help him? Or is this the person responsible for putting him here? He continued to struggle to fully turn his head toward the side, his shoulder biting into the harsh dirt-rock that he leaned upon.

“My name is Straurk. You must refrain from overexcitement; it will only worsen your condition at hand,” The monotone voice replied.

“Straurk? What kind of a name is that?”

“It is Vulcan. I surmise from your name that you are a human.”

“Yeah, I’m human. You’re Vulcan? Is that where we are?” It would explain the dirt, given that the Vulcan planet was desert-like, but they were supposedly technologically sound, they have a similar understanding of machines to that of humans and other Federation planetoids.

“No, we are on Farius Prime. We are prisoners of the Orion Syndicate.” The Vulcan seemed extremely calm for the situation at hand. Although, they are rarely overtaken by anything other than logic. Vulcan emotions run deeper than humans’, but how they’ve managed to act as if they hadn’t a feeling in the universe has always astounded those not well-versed in Vulcan culture.

“Farius Prime? Great, just what I needed, to be kidnapped by a crime organization and thrown into a prison with no way of escape!” Jordan’s hoarse voice exclaimed, frustration clear in voice, the Vulcan still seemed unaffected. How long had this man been here? How long had Jordan been here?

“Commander Jordan, I suggest that you do not talk crossly regarding the Syndicate, they are intelligent and will not take kindly to disrespect, even if earned.” The Vulcan, now in full view of Jordan, had green staining on his temple along with drip patterns of the Vulcan’s green blood that rested on his blue Starfleet Federation shirt. He seemed in a similar condition to that of Jordan’s, although much less worried over the state of his own being.

“You’re a part of Starfleet? What do you do?” Jordan asked, keeping his voice down to a whisper in an attempt to keep any attention that he may have attracted earlier at bay.

“I am a Commanding Science Officer on the Starship USS Rabin. I am somewhat unaware of how we were captured, although I have continuously attempted meditation in order to find such knowledge,” Straurk explained.

“Meditation? How’s that going to help? If you were knocked out during your capture, what are the chances that trying to think back to the events could be even somewhat helpful?” Jordan’s tone appeared frustrated, although more with the situation than with the Vulcan in the cell next to his.

“While I do not appreciate your exacerbated tone, I do understand the logic you used in order to come with that conclusion. However, how are you able to assume that you were attacked into unconsciousness or that there was an attack on your person at all?” How anyone, even a Vulcan, could be so calm with seemingly little effort while being captured would never cease to amaze Jordan.

“My head is bleeding, my shirt is torn, and there are bruises everywhere. That sounds pretty attack-ish to me,” Jordan attempted to keep the frustration from his voice, however unsuccessfully, obviously an attack had happened, how could Straurk question that?

While Straurk agreed that an attack was the most probable cause of their injuries, he felt uncertain on how an attack on his person would even be executed, as he was already on the USS Rabin when he was seemingly captured. This would be information that required more meditation and thoughtful inquiry.

“As that is true, your injuries could simply be from their attacks on your person that were carried out after you were brought to your cell,” Straurk replied, having seen this human dragged here by members of the Orion Syndicate after he himself regained consciousness after his own capture.

“What? They attacked me even though I was completely unconscious?” Jordan’s strained voice cracked in the middle of his sentence. His dry throat making the words come out with hoarseness. “Why would they do that; it’s not like I could’ve fought them.”

“It does not seem that the Orion Syndicate is very logical in that matter. They are very emotional creatures, the Orions. The Syndicate seems to have a taste for brute force and violence,” Straurk seemed to have knowledge about the Orions, Vulcan schooling is known to be long and grueling, so it is not surprising that he would be informed on such topics.

“No kidding,” Jordan deadpanned. “They must still be intelligent if they’re able to abduct two Starfleet Science Officers.”

“Affirmative. I do, however, speculate their motivations for abducting two people in the same position on different starships.”

“Well, they probably want something science-y from us,” Jordan speculated.

“However vague that sentiment, I agree. If they were to want leverage against Starfleet it would be wiser to kidnap the Captains, not Commanders” Straurk’s face contracted in one of disgust at the thought of his Captain being in this situation rather than himself.

“Well, taking Commanders would still sway Starfleet to, at least, negotiate with the Syndicate for our return. I was inferring that they wanted us for our knowledge or something for the fact that we’re both at the highest positions of all the science positions. They probably assumed that we have whatever knowledge they desire. Have they tried to get any information from you?” Jordan’s curious voice questioned.

“Negative, they have only come into these chambers to either put another in prison, as they have with you, or to feed the prisoners,” Straurk could only be referring to himself as the “prisoners” seeing as they were the only two people in the “chambers”.

“For a while that was just you in here, wasn’t it? Before they got to me?” Jordan’s voice was laced with a kind of worried curiosity.

“Affirmative, I, however, assume that they will continue to feed the both of us until a point of end that I have not been able to determine as of yet.” His eyes displayed a sense of turbulence, stemming from the uncertainty of the syndicate’s actions. One could never truly know what would next come to pass.

“Okay, yeah, great. So we won’t starve to death. How about we focus instead on how to get out of here so we can go home, huh? They have a schedule for the guards or food or something?” Jordan’s unwillingness to lie dormant in the chambers brought upon a curious thought into Straurk’s mind; what home was this man so anxious to return to?

“I believe that they do have something resembling a schedule for the duty of guards. They have only ever entered the room for food or to bring you in.” Straurk dutifully replied.

“Okay, so we need to think of a plan from when they come to feed us,” Jordan’s stern face resembled that of a captain trying to solve a diplomatic puzzle.

“For what purpose?” Straurk had an idea of what the plan would be detailing, but he was curious how this man planned to leave this horrendously simple facility.

Just as Jordan had opened his mouth into a half smirk to reply, the main door to the dirt prison was forcefully slammed open. The vividly green Orion man that entered, wearing a metal that seemed to resemble the earthly element of iron. His crooked smile stretched over his twisted teeth into an unsettling, mischievous grin. In his hands he held two differing dishes, one was a meat based product, likely synthesized considering the animal life had been decimated long ago by the forceful nature of the desert’s wrath. The other was something resembling an egg salad. Or rather, a salad with slices of a boiled egg tossed into the dish.

“Oi, you lumps ready for for your slop?” The Orion guard asked with no thought towards delicacy.

“As delicious as all that really sounds-” Jordan began, attempting to persuade a thoughtful conversation with the Orion guard.

“-You’d do best to not to talk back to me boy,” The Orion man snarled toward the human.

“What I believe Commander Smith was attempting to do was ascertain exactly why we were brought into this establishment against our will, which is in direct violation of Federation code,” Straurk quickly interjected as the Orion lifted a baton-like weapon.

“First off, you’d do well to address me as Hamud!”

“Why? What does that mean?” Jordan asked.

“Because that’s my name, pesky human. Second of all, we do not comply with the Federation nor our traitorous home planet, Orion. We are a separate entity, and you shall comply with what we require of you if you ever hope to go back to your precious Federation ever again, Commanders,” Hamud snarled toward both of the adjoining cells.

“Well then, what can we help you with Mr. Hamud?” Jordan asked with little humor in his tone.

“I will return with your instructions, eat.”

“Jordan, what are you hoping to achieve by aiding the Orion Syndicate? They, surely, cannot be asking for aide in which we could legally give in acquiescing with Federation law,” Straurk seemed uncharacteristically apprehensive at the unknown task the syndicate could employ of them.

“If we figure out what they want from us, we may be able to trick them into letting us out in order to complete it, Straurk! Starfleet probably has no idea where we are, even if they are searching, who knows how long that could take?” Jordan reasoned.

“Exactly how do you believe we will leave this planet after the slim possibility of our escape from this confinement?” Straurk’s constant questioning was started to grate on Jordan’s nerves.

“One problem at a time!” Jordan hissed as Hamud returned from outside the prison.

“Continue eating peasants, I still have setting up to do,” Hamud dismissed their weary glares.

They ate their meals in silence, Straurk fleetingly looking over to Jordan for short periods of time in what could only be described as nervousness by the human. Although, the Vulcan would argue a term more suited as apprehension would be the correct term.

“Alright, you ready for this, Science Officers?” Hamud asked with a note of excitement layering under the oppressive authoritative tone.

Hamud takes out an unfamiliar piece of metal, his eyes locking with that of Jordan’s showing him the intent in them, placing the metal onto a small table outside of the two cells. Jordan’s eyes flitting over to Straurk, nerves trembling with fear over the uncertainty of the task expected of them.

“I’m gonna let you both out of your cells, but just know that one move to escape will land you both into the pit of torture.” Hamud says, with a vagueness about his tone indicating to Straurk that the pit may not be all that metaphorical.

“What is the significance of this metal?” Straurk asked, true curiosity showing through the schooled mask of indifference that laid on his face.

“It’s runedite, a metal that is infinite in power. We want you to manipulate the metal’s power to give us the ability to drain the life force from any living entity- human or otherwise.” Jordan blanched, how did the Orion Syndicate get their hands on such a powerful metal? How did they expect them to turn this metal into a weapon of mass destruction?

“So you expect us to go against every single Federation policy and just help you create a freakin’ doomsday device?” Jordan’s scrunched up face gave away his true apprehensiveness of how to even make such a project.

“Of course, that is, if you wish to ever see your homes ever again,” Hamud had very little humor in his oppressive tone.

“How’d you even get us here in the first place? How’d you kidnap us? It’s a pretty complicated ordeal to sneak onto a Starfleet vessel in order to abduct the science officers,” Jordan changed the subject, attempting to distract the guard.

“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s a very simple ordeal when you have hand held transporters. We simply had to beam upon your ship while you were unsuspecting. It’s also made simpler when we have spies for us on the inside watching your every move! Did you actually believe Clyde was ever your friend?” Hamud said, addressing specifically Jordan. Jordan’s eyes widened, only partially giving away the feeling of betrayal and surprise the human felt.

“You managed to sneak members of the Orion Syndicate onto federation ships? How?” Straurk asked, stealing Hamud’s attention away from Jordan.

“No more questions!” Hamud’s face contorted into anger, “You will not distract me from your task! You will make us this weapon, or you will be sacrificing everyone you’ve ever cared about!”

Stuck at a morbid impasse, Jordan and Straurk exchanged looks between themselves. Straurk’s eyes gleamed with a sense of purpose, his almost imperceptible smirk giving away a look of knowledge. He had come up with a plan, and Jordan knew.

After a few moments had passed, they turned their looks back upon Hamud, who was looking between them expectantly.

“You appear to have been able to receive that which you desire.” Straurk said to the Orion man.

“I… what?” Hamud was unused to the Vulcan’s use of the formal English language, if the Orion’s confused look was anything to go by.

“He said, ‘we’ll do it’, basically,” Jordan paraphrased.

“Ah, then, let’s get you two to it then!” Hamud allowed them out of their cells, guiding them to the table with the metal and other mechanical parts lying with it, for the weapon Straurk concluded. Hamud then backed toward the doorway of the prison room, weapon raised in defense. He would guard them until the weapon was completed, obviously not keen on leaving them alone to plan an escape at any given moment.

“I see that you’ve stolen plans along with the runedite,” Straurk contemplated.

“Acquired, not stolen,” Hamud’s gruff voice replied as if Straurk had meant to sully his name.

“Yes, of course. Straurk, perhaps it would be better if we constructed this instead of making the guard hate us?” Jordan offered, attempting to appease Hamud, who nodded gratefully.

“My apologies, Jordan, may we proceed?” Straurk replied, turning back to the work table and beginning to assemble the mechanics of this weapon. The plans had made the weapon look like a large gun, wide with a large, open mouth where the runedite was to be placed. The mechanics of this weapon would make it possible to aim at any one thing and project the runedite’s power onto whatever the target would be.

As their nimble fingers worked on the project, Hamud stood close by. Constantly attempting to peer over their shoulders from the short distance between them and the door. Oftentimes, he would observe the two different hands come together and at the time their eyes would meet with a sense of purpose. What Hamud didn’t know, was that this touching of their hands allowed the Vulcan glimpses into the Human’s mind, with the likeness of a less intrusive mind meld, with only the surface of thought being peered into.

As they finished the weapon, Hamud began to advance on them intent on taking the weapon from them. Straurk’s swift movements, however, caught him off guard and he soon found himself with his back to the ground, a determined Vulcan leering over him. As his head rose from the ground, Jordan’s deft hands lifted the weapon into his own grasp.

“You should know better than to have prisoners construct your weapons without being close enough by to take them yourself,” Jordan sarcastically instructed.

“Jordan, I would suggest against killing the Orion, we don’t wish to incite another war with the Syndicate,” Straurk thoughtfully remarked, looking down at the Orion that lay paralyzed by the weight laying on him.

“Then what do you suppose we should do? Run out of here, hoping to find a way to get back to Starfleet by only threatening to use the weapon on them? I don’t see how effective that is honestly going to be Straurk.”

“Perhaps we should search his person for the transporter device they talked of using,” Straurk moved so that his knees rested on Hamud’s chest, forcing him to stay down.

“Sounds good. So, where d’you keep that, Hamud?” Jordan slowly crouched down to search the Orion guard, focus on the utility belt that the baton also hung from.

“Get your filthy paws off of me, scum!” Jordan’s small laughs at his words showed a sense of dominance and mal-intent that he hadn’t seen before.

As Jordan’s hand grasped the transporter, Straurk slowly lifted his weight from Hamud.

“What do you suppose we should do with him?” Jordan’s inquisitive voice sounded.

“I would propose taking him as prisoner with us back to Starfleet, he has already displayed that he has information on Syndicate spies within the Federation, it would be only logical to reveal as many Syndicate workers as possible to bring them to justice,” Straurk reasoned.

“Alright, Straurk. Energize.” And they were gone.

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