#By that I mean Ash and Davey

[ashturnedtomist]

started for Vincent, stayed for David, INVESTED for Geordi, Guy, and Milo

[indigo-greer-collins]

giving you interactions between my listeners and the redacted characters because you deserve them

angel: david i think your boyfriend has a crush on me or something

david: …excuse me?

angel: yeah like asher keeps—

david: —no. shut up.

damien: have I ever told you i can’t stand you?

fl: i mean yeah but you lied

darlin: is it seriously that obvious that i’m autistic?

sweetheart: wait you didn’t know til now?

darlin: no ?? i just thought my soul was rotten and society was exiling me for the crimes they all secretly knew i committed

sweetheart: alright emo, jesus

darlin:..you’ve been spending too much time with milo, i don’t like you anymore

sweetheart: love you too puppy

gavin: i think i’m experiencing cuteness aggression

dear: they’ve been rambling at each other for hours… i might eat them

huxley: …haha yeah they’re sooo cute together!

gavin: huxley, my precious emerald, i think you’ve forgotten i’m an incubus

dear: i don’t even need to be a d(a)emon to know you’re a different kind of riled up right now

huxley: sorry :(

gavin: oh no huxley, we are too don’t worry

darlin: are you sure this is legal?

angel: and since when were you a law abiding citizen?

darlin: …okay well i don’t want you to get put in a cell—

angel: i know i’m way too pretty for jail… i’d have such a hot mugshot though wouldnt i? probably get a modelling contract on the way out

darlin: i respect the confidence

angel: you sound like davey!

darlin: that is the worst thing you could’ve ever said to me

treasure. telling stories about their old friend group

solaire clan: listening in sheer horror

treasure: but anyway i guess it was character building for me haha!

lovely: say the word and i will massacre every single one of them right now

darlin: do you have their locations? an address?

vincent: how did you put up with that for so long ???

treasure: …oh fuck is it that bad-?

sam: are you kiddin’? that’s horrible, no wonder you feel a little ‘out of place' with them?

starlight: sudden gasp oh my god I was being bullied!

avior: huh what—

starlight: they were making fun of me, they weren’t my friends…

avior: starlight are you okay??

starlight: i was TOO AUTISTIC to ACTUALLY GET MY FEELINGS HURT???

david: how do you put up with him?

baabe: i mean you deal with your fallen angel pretty well don’t you? i thought you’d get it

david: asher’s social battery is way stronger, at least angel has recharge time

baabe: so does ash, i promise you mr shaw, we’re basically in the exact same situation.

david: i guess it doesn’t help that we… got married at the same time does it?

baabe: not one bit.

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what the shaw pack boys reactions would be like if the waiter took their plate away while they’re still eating

(because i miss them dearly)

david:

just … confused

the waiter comes by nd swoops it away mid bite and he just looks at them like

“what … what the fuck ????”

his side eye is stanky and he knows it

mouth is just silently agape and you’re trying so hard not to laugh because he doesn’t even look mad he just looks fucking concerned

like the face a cat makes when it’s professing something that it sniffed

that’s davey

he just sits there in silence staring you down like he’s tryna burn holes into your skin until the waiter comes back and you come clean that you set it all up

trust—he’s not saying anything to you. he just continues eating while still glaring daggers into your soul and growling nd grumbling something under his breath

you’re gonna get it later

milo:

seething. absolutely seething.

sets his fork down, takes one sip of his champagne, nd the waiter comes and snatches his plate up like a bird with its prey

he’s choking on his drink and making weird noises to symbolize his confusion becuase he doesn’t even know if he has any verbal words for what just happened

he turns around in his chair and tries to consolidate the waiter while still trying to keep his cool (by now you’re cracking the fuck up)

“aye— ‘s not funny, sweetheart. what the fuck just— ‘scuse me. i— i wasn’t done with that— what the shit ???? y’see what just happened ? i’m not goin’ crazy, am i?”

he’s trying to get the waiters attention but they just keep walking away until theyre out of his sight and he

is so pissed off

when you can’t hold in your laugher anymore and through your cackles you mumble out the meaning of the prank he looks at you and goes:

“really. really. y’know i don’t play about my food, sweetheart, i could bite your hand off right now if i could. you’re lucky that’s a felony ‘cause your arm would be halfway down my throat right ‘bout now.”

you apologize to him by letting him steal some bites of your plate which he takes with stubborn reluctance

asher:

desperate. that’s all i gotta say.

his hand shoots out before the waiter can even snatch it up and he’s mumbling out something like:

“oh— sorry, yeah, i wasn’t done with that. i wasn’t— hey—“

you’re trying to hide your phone from under the table but it’s so hard not to laugh because ash is literally playing tug of war with this fucking waiter for his chicken katsu

after a few minutes of him trying to reason with the waiter, the waiter eventually gets the high end of the stick and snatches the plate out of his hands, walking away while trying to keep their own giggles in

ash is frozen in place

sitting there

astonished

taken aback

trying to mentally process if the lighter in his car would be a good fire starter to burn the place down

he slowly turns to you and just starts whining about the whole situation, letting out some laughs himself (becuase seriously what else can he do)

“so …. so are they gonna give it back or ……….. ??oh— oh they’re walking away. they’re going back into the kitchen. oh my god. baabe. did you see that ????? the pack is never gonna believe me holy shit—“

when the waiter gives the plate back, he just starts bursting out laughing because he doesn’t realize that it’s a trend and he for real thinks that this is a once in a lifetime experience

you never tell him that it was a prank because you feel like it’s funnier if he thinks it was a real thing

[angrycommielez]

Mr Everdeen's name theories

Ok so I listed all the options I had in mind for Mr Everdeen’s name, including the theories about him being related or close to the Covey. ✨Feel free to add more✨.

Ballad names : 

Although I love the ballads of Joe Hill, Tom Joad, Michael Collins and James Larkin etc I don’t think this is what she has chosen (cause yes she has decided his name and she better gives it to us sorry that sounds like a threat) because it’s not really related to his story. 

Annarchie from Annarchie Gordon : I saw someone on Tumblr or Reddit talking about this scottish ballad and how they could see Mr Everdeen being named after this song for it’s about a women, Jeannie, who “is to be married off to the wealthy Lord Saltoun, but she is in love with Annachie”. Contrary to Katniss’ parents who end up together, Jeannie marries the Lord. So she, and Annarchie, both die of a broken heart. Similar to Mrs Everdeen falling into depression when Mr Everdeen literally dies. 

Also, if he’s named Annarchie, wouldn't it be funny if Mrs Everdeen’s name was Peggy (because of the ballad of Peggy Gordon). 

Jack from Black Jack Davey : When I heard this song and its differents versions like “G**** Davey”, “The G**** Laddie” or “The G**** Rover”, I thought of Mr and Mrs Everdeen. I mean, look at the lyrics : 

He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang And he won the heart of a lady

It is also a ballad about a girl from a wealthy family falling in love with a man she’s not supposed to marry. There are multiple versions and in some, while she left her husband (and sometimes baby) behind her to go with her lover, this man leaves her. But in most of the versions I listened to they live happily together. Plus, in this ballad, the man sings and he’s a traveler, like the Covey. 

And in “Black Jack Davey” well, there’s also a color, so…….

Robin from Robin Hood : Many people have said this was one of their guesses, due to the obvious connection with the woods and the use of bow and arrows, but also because Robin is kind of a rebel. Just like Mr Everdeen. It’s also a name connected to nature since Robin is a type of bird. And god do I love birds images in THG. 

Ira from Ira Hayes : He was indigenous (an Akimel O'odham American) and was a marine who fought during the Pacific War. He suffered from PTSD and alcoholism. It’s not in relation to what happened to Mr Everdeen who wasn’t even born during the Rebellion and died in a mine accident, but Ira is also a common name in the South and it’s my hc that the Everdeens are part native. 

Covey name : ballad + color 

If Mr Everdeen not only has a ballad name but also a color, maybe Black for “Black Jack” as stated before. But others could be : 

Ash (for Gray as in Lucy Gray but also for the fire symbolism).

Russet (color of fall “often associated with sorrow or grave seriousness”).

Cornsilk (if he is Maude Ivory’s son or grandson, it could make sense to have another shade of an off-white color. Specially in contrast to Snow’s obsession for his white roses). 

Crimson (deep red, similar to Carmine so perhaps a link with Clerk Carmine Clade. And numerous birds have that name although not in America).

Copper (reddish brown, there's a venomous snake named “the eastern copperhead” in eastern North America that can be found in Appalachia). 

Or types of green like Erin (also an irish name), Myrtle (a dark green + Myrtus is a kind of flower). And obviously, Evergreen. I remember thinking it was a funny coincidence that Katniss’ favorite color was green when her family name was so close to Evergreen. Then TBOSAS came out and I thought maybe the Everdeens are descendants of the Covey but they have changed their names or were forced to. 

There’s Canary and Olive but too obvious imo. Maybe Beaver (color + animal so linked to nature and hunt), Chestnut (named after the nut of chestnut tree so nature and food), Fallow (a pale brown associated with fallow deer) or Fawn. 

I saw Claret (color of red wine) and the word has a nice ring so it stuck with me, even though I don’t see why specifically that could be a covey name for him. 

Traditional / nature names : 

I'd like to believe that naming Katniss and Prim after plants was a personnal thing for Mr and Mrs Everdeen, in relation to how they met. But since others in 12, especially in the Seam, have nature names perhaps Mr Everdeen has one too.

Ira / Hayes : traditional names in the South, also a link to Ira Hayes. 

Fawn : traditional appalachian name (and linked to the animal). 

Lafe : traditional name in the South, means “heir, descendant ; faith” (could refer to Lucy Gray and the Covey’s legacy, that Mr Everdeen passed down to Katniss).

Merle : traditional southern name and also a bird. 

Earl : traditional southern name which means "nobleman” or “warrior.”

Tanner : traditional southern name which comes from the profession of tanner as someone who made leather from animal hides. The name “is often associated with hard work and practicality, reflecting the practical and hands-on nature”. 

Chayton : originates from the Lakota word čhetáŋ, meaning “falcon” or “hawk.” 

Willow : traditional appalachian name and also linked to nature (now imagine toast babies named after him)

Harper : traditional appalachian name and a link to the musical instrument. 

Yarrow : traditional appalachian name, meaning “rough stream” but also associated with a wild herb and flowering plant.

Hunter / Archer / Forest (but let’s hope it’s not hahahahah)

Knowing that if it's a traditional name, she probably changed it a bit.

[zarkishere]

On the fourth day of Christmas, Zark gave to me...

art!!!

and another chapter of the fic ;)

fic below!

______ Time to go, work, make something out of yourself.

TW// slurs _____

Ruben had been in the gang for a few weeks now, enjoying the community, the meals—there were minor bumps and issues, some arguments (mainly with a certain Mexican he butted heads with quite often) but things were alright.

He felt stupid, lowering himself to his level, arguing with someone he deemed as plain moronic. But he couldn’t help it, every time they were close he felt his chest tighten with what he assumed to be hatred, and every little thing the Mexican did stuck to his mind like a bad memory…it annoyed him, he just couldn’t let it go.

Although, sometimes, the arguments felt one-sided. Like the other man didn’t care as much, his voice much softer, his apologies much more sincere whenever Dutch made them talk it out. Just thinking about it made Ruben’s blood boil, venom under his skin.

He shook his head, going back to brushing his new mare—Ruth, a Blue Dakota he stole from some lawman who left her unattended for too long near a saloon—he was enamored by her black and blue colors, and in his drunk mind, him liking the horse meant he could just take it. Apart from some light scolding, nothing more was said. It simply became one of those funny stories the others would tell when they had nothing else to talk about. Ruben yawned and gave her a few more pats and kisses before going over to the Callander brothers—the three of them had grown to become quite close, nearly always going out together with Sean McGuire too—who had called him earlier. They sat on a pair of logs, the younger of the pair smoking a cigar while the other cleaned his revolver. Sean wasn’t there. Odd.

Upon seeing Ruben approaching, Mac put his gun back in it’s holster and stood up. “ Doll! “ He chuckled, giving the other a rough pat on the shoulder. “ Took ya long e’nuff. “ Mac ushered Ruben closer to David, who was watching them with an exhausted expression. The man had drank until the sun rose, and had barely slept. Nothing new, of course.

“ So, we got somethin’ planned “ Mac started as he sat Ruben down forcefully, something he had gotten used to, starting to pace around right after. “ You, me, Davey over ‘ere “ He pointed at his younger brother. “ and Sean…maybe, ain’t sure yet… “ He trailed off, looking somewhere off into the distance…he shook his head before he went on, as if to shake away whatever he was thinking about. “ Anyway, it’ll be easy. “

“ What are we robbing? “ Ruben asked, tilting his head. “ House? Saloon? Stagecoach? “

“ House. “ Davey mumbled, rubbing his temples, flicking his cigar so it’s ash would fall on the dirt.

“ Why can’t Sean go? “ Ruben crossed his legs at the ankles, placing his hands between his thighs. “ It’s a big house. “ Mac shrugged.

“ Aye, and they’re dangerous as far as I heard. “ Davey added before taking a hit.

Ruben squinted his eyes, frowning as he looked at them with confusion.

“ And….doesn’t that mean…we need more hands on deck? “

The brothers sighed as if he said something stupid, looking between them for a few seconds before chuckling and looking back at him. Ruben hated when they did that, that stupid magical silent communication they had.

" Sean’s not the best shot, ye ken that, it ain’t an insult. We’re just worried he might get hurt. " David explained, smoke passively pouring from his lips.

“ Aww, you’re worried about him? “ Ruben snickered, which earned him a smack from David.

Mac sighed, sitting down at Ruben’s other side. “ Now…the question is…who’s tellin’ Dutch? “

Ruben blinked a couple of times, more confused. “ You…haven’t told him?? “ He asked, looking at Mac with a ‘are you stupid’ look, to which Mac only scoffed.

“ We ain’t want him adding him anyone else to our plan, lad. “ Davey said. “ Plus, he ain’t gotta know every wee thing we go to. “

“ He’s our leader, though.” Ruben retorted.

“ Aye, and we adore him, or whatever…but he’ll add that greaser ya love so much fer certain, and I ain’t want’cha two arguin’ the whole way. “ Davey responded rolling his eyes.

Ruben went silent, staring down at the dirt below his boots—they were new, he’d bought them a few weeks ago after having used Sean’s for so long. Those never quite fit him, Sean’s feet were longer but thinner than his own, so he had to buy something else.

Something stirred within him, his stomach doing flips. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“ What if…we ask for…John? “ Ruben asked eventually, to which Mac only scoffed and kicked the dirt, standing up again.

“ John? lad, ain’t no one trustin’ ‘im. “ He said, voice growing louder. Ruben could feel the anger start to boil within Mac…gotta be careful now. Keep your words to yourself, unless you want to get murdered.

“ Maybe this can be a good chance for him to win that trust back…? “ The youngest of the trio mumbled, still staring down at his boots. The other two scoffed again. That’s a no.

So far, no one had truly explained what happened to John Marston. All Ruben knew was that he had left for a while without warning and had only recently came back. How long? No idea. Why? Nope. Nothing. Only that he left and came back. He assumed it was a touchy subject, so he didn’t ask. Simply accepted it was something to be upset about.

After some awkward silence Ruben stood up. “ I’ll tell Dutch. Maybe he’ll let just us go…? “ He half-asked, looking back at the two for an answer. They only nodded, so he took his leave.

He took a deep breath as he approached Dutch, attempting to calm his nerves—he was sitting in his tent, his new gramophone playing a tune as he read. Ever since Dutch bought it he’s used it every day, acquiring a good few records. It’s become the new way to get on good side… Ruben didn’t know why, but approaching the man was always nerve-wracking—Dutch was mostly kind, but he had his…moments…everyone knew of them. You had to catch the subtleties of his tone and mannerisms to tell what mood he was in.

Given the music was a little louder than usual, and his body seemed tense, Ruben now knew the real reason the Callanders didn’t want to tell him. They were nervous. He was even more nervous now.

“ Uhm… “ He cleared his throat as he approached, standing a few feet from the entrance. “ Dutch? “ Ruben asked, arms crossed behind his back.

Dutch didn’t raise his head, nor glanced at him, he only hummed.

“ Well, uhh…well—Mac and Davey had something planned, and they sent me to tell you about it��to…see if you agree? “ He said. It was true, technically. Sure, they hadn’t really sent him, and Ruben was sure the pair were planning on going without saying a word…but Ruben always felt the need to tell if he was going anywhere. It felt safer that way.

“ And why ain’t they tell me? “ Dutch responded, closing his book and placing it beside him. “ Why you always the one tellin’ me ‘bout these things? “ He added, tilting his head ever so slightly as he glanced at Ruben.

“ …uhh.. “ Ruben looked down at his feet. “ Well, I’m going, and since I’m new… “ He trailed off, fiddling with his hands.

“ Just you three? “ Dutch asked, standing up. “ Y’know that’s not how we do things, son. “ He walked over to Ruben, placing his hand at his shoulder. “ Mr.Escuella and Arthur will go with you three. “ He stated. It wasn’t a question, there were no other options. Dutch’s will never bent.

Still, he had to try.

Ruben shrank into himself ever so slightly, forcing himself to meet his gaze. “ But me and Javier don’t get along, it’ll cause trouble, i—” Dutch’s grip got ever so slightly tighter. Ruben stopped talking. “ I’ll go look for them Callanders so they explain to me what you bunch of fools want to do. “ He stated. Ruben didn’t even get to ask if John could go before Dutch left…which might be for the best.

Defeated, the mixed man walked over to one of the campfires and sat down on the dirt. There wasn’t much to do now but wait…as minutes passed by, all he could do was think of the upcoming job.

Like always, the Callanders hadn’t given much information on what it entailed. They never planned much, simply ran in, took random things and ran out guns blazing. It was fun, he couldn’t lie, but they always ended up getting scolded…which wasn’t as fun.

He hummed a nameless tune as he thought of what guns to bring, if he should wear a jacket…

“ Hey, Ruben. “ A familiarly irritating voice called out, taking him out of his peace. “ Dutch told me we were going out soon but…didn’t explain anything. You know something about that? “ Javier asked. Great. He’s here now.

“ No. “ Is all Ruben responded, looking up at the sky. He could feel Javier stare at him, could guess the look on his face. That same stupid look.

“ Okay, well…gracias igualmente. “ (thanks anyway) He responded…but didn’t leave, sitting down and popping open a tin of something instead. Ruben couldn’t see what it was, but since he could hear paper and…something else curiosity got the best of him and he looked back at the Mexican.

It was tobacco. He felt a little stupid now. “ Quieres? “ (You want one?) Javier asked as he rolled a cigarette. Ruben huffed.

“ No. “ He said, crossing his arms and looking back up.

There was silence for a few beats. Ruben picked at his nails. He could hear the Mexican light the cigarette and take a hit. Could imagine it in his mind. The sky was beautiful; blue hues and a few clouds, a bit of wind—although, Hosea had said it’d rain, since his knees hurt. Ruben wondered if he was joking, or if it was true.

“ Acaso te hice algo? “ (Did I do something to you?) Javier eventually asked, his voice much less gentle now.

“ Me molestas. “ (You bother me.) Ruben responded.

“ Apenas te hablo. “ (I barely talk to you.) The other retorted, sighing with frustration right after. He did that a lot around Ruben.

Ruben stood up and left. He didn’t want to deal with this. Didn’t want to listen to him anymore. Hated that feeling in his chest.

The day went by mostly well after that; Mac and Davey explained their ‘plan’—which was probably done in the spot when Dutch asked—, he talked to Arthur about it, didn’t bump into Javier again…

Packing up was pretty easy. The place was just a day away, so there wasn’t much to pack anyway; three tents they’d share between the five of them, some cans, water and that was all. Since it was early enough, they left right then and there, each of the men getting on their horses and heading toward this ‘house’; Mac and Davey lead the group, which was worrying, given they often misread maps…but Ruben guessed it was some sort of trust exercise.

They passed through the forest and over rocks, following the river toward their destination; Marble County. It had nothing to do with marble, truly, but since richer folk lived there they wanted to make a ‘fancier’ name… The sky slowly turned darker as moments went by, fluffy white and gray clouds becoming stars as the sun made way for the beautiful moon…except, you couldn’t really see it very clearly. It seemed Hosea was right. It would rain tonight.

Arthur got a little closer, which napped Ruben out of his thoughtless trance. “ Ya think this’ll go well? “ He asked, looking down at the younger man. They had talked a few times since they first met, nothing too long just small talk or questions. Ruben once apologized so much that Arthur snapped at him with ‘christ—i forgive ya, ‘lright?? quit it now.’ which (kind of) stopped the apologies.

“ I hope so, Dutch says we need money. “ He responded, scratching his cheek.

“ These two only bring trouble, y’know? ‘m worried they’ll blow up again like last time…and every time before that. “ The other huffed, fixing his posture and looking at the siblings with a mixture of disdain and frustration.

“ I like how they work—i mean, it’s dangerous, but that makes it more fun…no? “ Ruben gave an awkward smile. Arthur did not smile. He only sighed in frustration and kicked his horse so it’d go faster, catching up to the brothers and—seemingly—going to question then yet again.

Ruben sighed. Feeling like he just wasn’t good at talking to folk—it was hard, getting used to talking to people again after what felt like years of lonesome…he knew it hadn’t truly been that long, but it still felt odd. Plus, English wasn’t his mother language, so it only made things harder.

Bored, he decided to look around; there weren’t many animals around anymore, given it was getting dark, so most he saw were owls and opossums and other critters and—he accidentally looked at Javier. Quickly, he looked away, feeling a little embarrassed.

“ You need something? “ He asked.

Ruben groaned. “ No, solo miro. “ (No, just looking around.)

“ Ah, bueno. “ (Oh, alright) The other nodded and looked back to the road.

Awkward.

Thankfully, Arthur soon called out to them, saying they’d stop to sleep and continue tomorrow.

They quickly made a temporary camp; the tents around a campfire Mac made, horses tied to trees, and that’s all. Mac and Davey were set to share their tent, Arthur use his own and Ruben and Javier were SUPPOSED to share the other…but Ruben refused to, deciding to join the Callanders instead, squeezed between them like a sardine.

It rained all night—not a harsh storm, but it was enough that no-one slept well that night.

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Flowers I Associate With Redacted Characters

Davey - Honeysuckle The canon choice. His mom’s honeysuckle are a core memory for him. They mean “devoted affection” for the person you love. In addition, honeysuckle flowers are commonly planted near the home to evoke feelings of nostalgia and honor those who have gone before you, and draw happiness and positive energy into your life.

Ash - Daffodil Sunflower is a little too big for Asher’s character. Daffodils are smaller, but no less energetic with their bright orange and yellow colours. They symbolize hope, joy, good luck, and new beginnings. Daffodils are the March birth flower and are associated with the coming of spring, thus optimism, positivity, and vibrancy.

Milo - Rose I toyed with the idea of something more representative of self-sacrifice like poppies but they didn’t feel like they represented Milo’s entire character, that’s just one tiny facet of him. I went with rose because that’s absolutely how Casanova sees himself. Deep red roses in particular represent not only love and passion, but also deeply held commitment to a romantic partner.

Sam - Blue Hydrangea Blue hydrangeas specifically symbolize feelings of remorse and apologies. I thought that was fitting given Sam’s role in Frederick’s turning having not been paying attention that night. But they also signify feelings of deep understanding, gratitude, and sincere emotion which he’s found in Darlin’ in that they both have similar backgrounds of abusive partners and understand one another deeply on that level.

Vincent - Rain Lily These tiny, delicate flowers only bloom in the rain. Contrary to what one might expect, they can also survive periods of drought, though they won’t bloom until it rains. They represent the cycle of life, death, and rebirth: they bloom, die, then come back with the rain. They also remind us that even in a storm, growth is possible.

Gavin - Iris In Greek, the word Iris means Rainbow. This has come to represent diversity, acceptance, tolerance, and inclusivity in modern times. Traditionally, the Iris also represents courage and faith.

Damien - Ixora A lesser known tropical flower with many tiny red flowers making a larger head, these flowers hold a meaning of burning passion (and that includes the bedroom). They’re also known as “the flame of the woods”.

Hux - Sunflower Tall and huge, these well-known flowers not only represent happiness, but red sunflowers specifically represent strength and positivity. Sunflowers are known to always look at the sun as it crosses the sky throughout the day.

Lasko - Pansy Ignoring the negative connotations of the word, pansies represent love, both romantic and platonic. The French word “pensee” means “to think” which Lasko does a lot of (a little too much at lighting speeds lol) and so pansies are also associated with thoughtfulness, consideration, and free-thinking. They are also linked to feelings of nostalgia and remembrance. Blue pansies specifically symbolize devotion, honesty and loyalty.

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Fooliverse headcanons!!

All of these are likely to be disproven is Erik ever does more Fooliverse (please god please I need it) but idc. Lmk if y’all want my hc’s for any of your Fooliverse faves. ❤️❤️

Angel and Guy were adopted by Damien’s mom, Sophia when Angel was around thirteen. Being raised by Sophia tempered some of Angel’s attitude and goofiness. Damien, in turn, is a more timid and less outspoken. Having Sophia’s attention and pressure spread between the three of them let Damien develop with a less of a short fuse. Guy is also toned down, but he’s the rebel of them three. He insisted that the only thing he would study would be creative writing. Sophia demanded that, if she was going to pay for him to earn a degree in that, he would be the best of the best. He’s finishing his last year in college now, but has two novels published already. Angel went into politics and works with Sophia. Their focus is on human borns and informed unempowered people. Damien is in his final year at DAMN. He was a TA for a few elemental classes and is being considered for a position as a professor. Sophia made a powerhouse of a family who are each making waves in their field. Their personal happiness… well, that was never her concern.

Sophia actually introduced Angel to Asher hoping to arrange a relationship between them. Asher has a lot of respect and clout, and Angel, being an unempowered person in an empowered world, does not. Deeply embarrassed by Sophia’s meddling, Angel made it clear that they weren’t looking for a relationship with Ash. The two of them did become fast friends because of this incident. Angel did a few municipal favors for Ash and the Talbot pack, and he in turn kept their name on his lips when talking to higher ups. Eventually, Angel was invited to a solstice party and met Davey. They fell in love instantly. Sophia doesn’t approve, but Angel made it clear she could fuck off in regards to Davey. She got to control everything else on their life, after all.

Damien’s siblings know he’s queer, but he hasn’t worked up the nerve to tell Sophia. He’s been dating Huxley for a year, but every time he tries to talk to her about him, he clams up. Angel is running the “Sophia can kick rocks” club, which Huxley is the vice president of, but the anxiety that Sophia gives Damien is so intense he just shuts down. Huxley is trying to be patient.

Guy, on the other hand, proudly announced his first boyfriend in fifth grade and refused to hear anything about it. Sophia tried a lot to “course correct” with Guy, but he’s nothing if not stubborn. He’s always been the problem child, but Angel’s intense protectiveness of him stopped all of Sophia’s more extreme ideas.

Huxley is intensely competitive. His moms encouraged him to do everything with passion and purpose and he took that to its furthest extent. He takes his classes seriously, he takes his practices and games seriously, he even takes his friendships and relationships seriously. He knows what he wants and he works to earn it. This means he’s also pretty hard on himself when things don’t go his way. This isn’t because of anything his moms taught him, it’s just this intense, internal drive to be the best, and if he’s not, he is under the impression that it’s his fault. Damien’s working on unraveling that particular line of thinking.

Davey is a healer. Gabe was still in that car accident, and he was seriously injured, just not killed. His right leg was absolutely fucked and he lost a good portion of his stomach due to being impaled by a portion of the driving column. He faced a lot of issues with chronic pain while healing, and he uses a cane. Davey was intensely focused on his recovery, which is why he didn’t take the pack’s offer of being alpha when Gabe stepped down. Ash was the obvious next choice. Davey spent a lot of time with the healers, nurses, and doctors who worked with his dad, and they taught him a good deal of healing magic. Although he’s a shifter and doesn’t have access to a lot of what freelancers are capable of, he is incredibly talented at what he can do. He isn’t powerful enough to be a full time healer, but he is a certified paramedic and works part time with an empowered unit.

Pretty certain it was hinted at in vamp!Milo’s BA (“no loose ends” or something like that), but Marie is dead. She died when Milo was senior in high school. His dad was already gone and her loss devastated him. He was turned 18 a few weeks before and refused Gabe’s offer to stay with he and Davey. He sold her house, got rid of everything that reminded him of her, and gave every picture of her to Gabe before breaking from the pack. Those he couldn’t bear to destroy.

Smartass was actually Aaron’s boss. They came in after their predecessor, Ivan, was fired for inappropriate conduct against a new hire. Ivan had been spiraling and ineffective for months and had run their department to the ground. Aaron had been promised the position, but the higher ups decided their department needed a new start. He was pissed. Incredibly so. He hates them for months and months. And they seriously valued his experience and work. Through months and months of intense arguments and near bloody fights, the two of them beat their department back into shape. After they’d reached a state of stability, Smartass reached out to their old company and negotiated a much higher, much better position for Aaron. He was built for more than being a desk jockey. He took the job and took them out to dinner that night as a thank you. The rest is history.

[dominimoonbeam]

The Other Way - Part 2

I loved the first part so much that I couldn’t leave it alone. David/Angel are precious and I’m so happy @ejunkiet gave me this meet cute idea!!

Part One.

tags for part two: a very gentle kidnapping, fear of memory wipe, injured snappy davey, feelings

The Other Way - Part 2

When Angel woke up, they were in the backseat of a big truck, their cheek pressed into a thick arm and their body slumped to the side.

Music from the stereo filtered through their senses along with the voices arguing in low tones.

“If they were missing, then someone’s got to be looking for them.”

“Should we let someone know we found them?”

“And then what? Hand them over to explain how some wolves turned into guys and saved them? No, Ash.”

Everything came back to them. The woods, the wolf, the man that was a wolf, the actual wolves, more fucking wolves, and then… fainting. “Oh fuck,” they pushed off the wall they’d been snuggled up against, realizing too late that it was David.

They blinked up at him. He had the prettiest frowny face… They almost told him but then realized they’d drooled on his shirt and blushed instead. He rolled his eyes and looked away. “You’re the worst,” he mumbled, still obviously in pain.

They rubbed the patch of drool they’d left on his shirt. “At least it wasn’t your busted arm…”

Asher laughed in the front passenger seat.

David groaned and closed his eyes. “Surrounded by jokers.”

Angel leaned forward and tried to get a look around. Trees whipped by outside. They were on that awful winding, narrow road back to Dahlia. They reached automatically for their phone only to feel a jolt of panic when they found their pockets empty and realized they didn’t have their backpack either. There hadn’t really been much left in it but still! Leaving it behind was littering, not to mention their favorite backpack.

“Calm down,” David said without opening his eyes.

Asher held up their bag in the front seat. “Don’t worry. We got everything.”

Angel exhaled relief and reached for it.

Asher shook his head and put it back down on the floor at his feet, well out of reach.

“You’ll get it back eventually,” Milo said from behind the wheel.

Angel blinked, looking between the two in the front. “Am… Am I being kidnapped?”

Milo snorted. “Technically, you would already be kidnapped at this point if that’s what was happening.”

“But yeah, kind of,” Asher said.

David and Milo both groaned. “Ash!”

Asher lifted his hands in surrender. “I mean, no reason to lie to them too.”

 -

 David’s head was splitting. His arm was broken and his whole body ached. He hoped it was the only thing broken, but he wouldn’t put money on it. He wanted to get healed and go to bed. The last thing he wanted was a funny roadtrip adventure with Asher and this stranger from the woods.

“We’ll head for the department. They’ll have a healer and we can get a head start on the paperwork for this mess.” He pushed a thumb back at the unempowered human sitting behind him. “They can wipe their memory and drop them at the human hospital.”

It was the smart plan. The right plan. But David saw the way Angel’s eyes went wide and heard their pulse jump in panic. Their whole body tensed up, one hand grabbing at their seatbelt and twisting nervously. “Wipe my memory?”

They were scared. Really scared. And he realized it was the first time he’d seen them scared since the other wolves. They hadn’t really been scared when they were lost, and even less so when they found a giant injured wolf. They hadn’t been scared at nightfall or in the morning when they still weren’t found. They had been…hopeful and stubbornly optimist. Worse, this fear was aimed at him. He was scaring them.

“Aw, don’t worry,” Asher said, twisting around in his seat to look at the human. “It won’t hurt and you’ll be back to your normal life like none of this happened.”

“What if I don’t want to?” Angel asked, a desperate strain sneaking into their voice, like something was tightening inside their chest.

David didn’t like this.

And he didn’t like the way it made his instincts feel ragged.

Milo snorted in the front seat. “Just sit back and relax,” he said and then frowned at Asher next to him. “And you, sit your ass down and buckle up!”

Asher ignored him, chin on the headrest. “It’s going to be okay,” he tried again.

Angel twisted the seatbelt against their chest. “I won’t tell anyone. I swear. Just drop me off and I’ll get home on my own.”

Asher frowned.

Something in David’s chest hurt and it wasn’t his ribs. He didn’t like the pleading smallness of their voice. He didn’t like the way fear was staining their scent.

“Please,” Angel tried again, unshed tears shining in their eyes. “I promise.” They looked to David with naked fear. “I won’t tell. Just forget you saw me.”

David couldn’t think before the words came out. “Okay. Shut up.”

Angel snapped their mouth shut. It would have been comical if it weren’t for the one tear that bounced off their lashes.

David groaned and leaned his head back. Asher was staring at him.

“Milo, drive us to my place and call your mom.”

Milo watched him in the rearview mirror.

Asher broke the stretch of silence by stage whispering to Milo, “I think he has a head injury…”

Milo nodded imperceptibly.

David groaned and closed his eyes. “Then Marie can heal it and we’ll go from there.”

Angel leaned forward in increments, like they thought he wouldn’t notice, reaching out and gesturing for Asher to pass them their backpack.

“Don’t,” David said without opening his eyes. “No phone for the human for now.”

Angel didn’t argue or make anymore remarks about being kidnapped. He was pretty sure they were still working under the assumption that their stay of mind wiping was contingent on shutting up. He let himself fall asleep, wondering how long they’d actually stay quiet.

The answer was actually a little over an hour, until they’d gotten back to Dahlia and both of them woke up again.

“Am I still being kidnapped?” Angel asked, voice quiet like if they whispered it wouldn’t count.

David bit the inside of his lip to keep from smiling, forcing a stern frown instead. “Yes.”

Angel nodded, like they had suspected it and it wasn’t so bad. “If I’m going to be kidnapped all night, can I just call to let people know they don’t need to look for me?” they whispered quickly.

Asher was grinning. Milo rolled his eyes and parked in front of David’s building.

David growled lowly.

Angel put up their hands and sat back. “Yep. Sorry.” They did the zipper motion in front of their mouth.

“Your instincts are the worst,” he griped. “First you tried to feed and pet a wild animal.”

“I didn’t try…”

“And now you think you’re kidnapped but going along with it.”

“David…” Milo said in a gently warning tone.

“Should I kick and scream?” Angel asked.

Asher laughed, getting out of the truck and then opening David’s door. He didn’t move right away though, glaring at Angel instead. “If you were actually being kidnapped? Fuck yes! You’re in a car with three men twice your size—”

“Three times at least for you…” Angel muttered.

“And we’re going to take you upstairs to my apartment and you’re just going to toddle along with us?”

“David…” Milo again.

Angel blinked across the backseat at him. They were dirty and tired, circles under their eyes and hair a mess, but somehow they still looked so open. “Are you saying you’re going to assault me?”

David physically recoiled at the idea, a growl deep in his chest. “No. Of course we aren’t!” His ribs ached but fuck his ribs.

Milo had killed the engine and gotten out, opening the door on Angel’s side. He reached in and grabbed their arm, like they might make a run for it. David snapped off a quick snarl without thinking, leaning deeper into the cab, toward Angel and Milo. He almost reached out, almost grabbed this unempowered human to pull them away from Milo.

Milo’s eyes went big. He let go of Angel almost as quickly as he’d laid a hand on them, palm open and up like proof.

Angel blinked at David and then smiled slowly. “…You like me.”

David blinked back, realizing what he’d done, and groaned. “Fuck you.” He turned to get out of the car, finding it a lot harder than he’d expected.

On the sidewalk, Asher waved Angel out of the cab too and led them inside the apartment building. “You know, you’re my first kidnappee,” he said, wearing their backpack. It looks absurdly small and bright on him.

Angel looked up at him, cheeks still streaked in tears and dirt, but beaming. “Really?” They sounded excited.

Insane. They were both insane.

Milo stood close by.

David winced. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why… I shouldn’t have snapped at you.” He knew Milo wasn’t going to hurt Angel. He knew Milo wouldn’t hurt anyone who didn’t definitely have it coming.

Milo shook his head and stepped closer.

“Really, Milo. I’m sorry. And you’re right about what we should have done but I just…” He looked at the building where Asher and Angel had gone. “I can’t.”

Milo nodded and waited.

David sighed and tried to take a step away from the car, having to stop and will his legs not to give out. He needed help. His whole body hurt in a way that was seriously threatening to drop him on the pavement. He lifted his good arm and Milo stepped into his side, like that was exactly what he’d been waiting for—like he’d known there was no way David would make it to the door on his own but being Milo, he wasn’t going to point it out.

Milo easily took his weight and walking him inside. “So… do you really have a head injury or are you into this human?”

David groaned. “I don’t know. Hopefully a head injury…”

Milo huffed a laugh, hitting the button for the elevator. “You had us scared, you know…”

David looked at Milo, wondering if he was still talking about the human and his bad choices surrounding them. No, that wasn’t it. He meant the fall and disappearing for a night in the woods. David sighed and begrudgingly admitted, “They might have saved me.”

Milo glanced up at him on the elevator like he expected it to be a joke, sobering when he realized it wasn’t.

They’d given him water and food.

They’d howled.

That was how Milo and Asher had found him.

Milo nodded and half-carried David down the hall to his apartment, Asher standing in the open doorway and talking to Angel about David’s video game selection.

“For fuck’s sake, don’t let them touch my shit!” David groused.

Asher pouted. “Oh come on, big guy, we can’t kidnap them and not give them anything to do.”

“Stop saying we kidnapped them,” he growled in a whisper. Someone was going to overhear them and call the police. Although, with Angel’s survival skill deficiency, they’d probably lie to the cops if they knocked on the door.

David would have definitely chosen to stretch out on his bed if it weren’t for Angel on his couch. He settled in the corner and put his legs up on that arm of the sectional.

Angel was on the floor going through his games. “Jesus, these are all awful.”

Asher snorted.

“Fuck you,” David ground out, letting his heavy lids drag shut.

Milo was on the phone with his mom in the other room.

“Ash, water,” David mumbled.

Asher jumped to, in the kitchen and back in a flash. He held out a bottle of water to David.

David blinked at it and then frowned and shook his head, pushing Asher’s arm in the direction of the human.

Asher grinned and David pointedly closed his eyes again.

“Oh, thanks!” Angel chimed when Asher offered them the water.

David listened to them gulp it down and felt something deep in his core ease a little

Angel’s stomach rumbled.

David sighed. “Ash…Order food.”

“On it!”

David almost fell asleep listening to Asher order an incredible quantity of food. And then he realized Angel had scooted over to sit on the floor beside him, wedged against the corner of the couch, their shoulder to his hip. “Thanks,” they said softly. “I promise, I really won’t tell anyone.”

David sighed, resisting the strong urge to touch them.

Marie got there sooner than the food, and to David’s dismay, he did not have a head injury.

He did have two broken ribs, a broken arm, and an unempowered human with a direct line to pull at his heart.

Marie could only heal the bones.

[themeridian]

SPOILERS FOR THE SUMMIT!!

OH SHIT

ok so in the comment section i wrote a list of my thoughts throughout the whole thing so imma just put them here too because i think we're getting a summit pt. 2!!!

edit 1:he got them a crown for their first summit just like WILLIAM DID FOR HIM!!

edit 2:omfg Porter "gatekeep gaslight girlboss" Solaire TREASURE AINT GONNA BE TGERE?!?!

edit 3: YES VINCENT HE IS A BASTARD TF IS UP WITH HIM

edit 4: ALEXIS THE CUNT!! shes being so condescending and i just wanna blow her head off. "i turned him because i wanted him" DIE!

edit 5: Alexis and Porter _dont_ like each other??

edit 6: why is he being nice to darlin?????? i stg i cant w him

edit 7: is sam gonna get in a fuckin fight?? YAYYYY!!

edit 8: why is there foreshadowing with them talkin bout "be careful who u trust" WHYYYY IS QUINN GONNA BE BACKKKKK

edit 9: why does Alexis sound hurt?? ew shes playing the victim.

edit 10: SWEETHEART IS LOOKING INTO CLOSEKNIT??? WTFFFFF!! ARE THEY GONNA GET SUNSHINE OUT?

BIG LORE:house of bennett is helping out closeknit

edit 11: why is porter helping? a dangerous game? hes against closeknit!!

edit 12: bennett is having an important conversation and SH gonna be a stalkerrrr

edit 13: so ash almost just had a crisis and baaabe helped him out and now SH gets to stalk!!

edit 14: i think sam feels a little bad about yelling at Alexis but hes still pissed at the same time....?

edit 15: oooohhhh shittttt-Ash is telling David abt the Bennetts and Daveys not happy!!

edit 16: awwww hes just tryna look out for SH 🥹🥹

edit 17: less people at closeknit means no good so their giving more money to make an INVERSION PT. 2?!?!????!?!!!!?? FUCKKKKKKKK

edit 18: bros lecture is honestly spitting bars "power means connections, power means knowledge" POP OFF

edit 19: BENNETTS CAUSED THE FUCKJNG INVERSION TO GET POWER BITCHHHHHHH

edit 20: THEY GON FIGHT! OH SHIT! THEY GETTING SIDE EYES!! AAAHHHH

edit 21: KING OF BENNETT IS DEAD?!? CLIFFHANGER?!? OMFG AAAAHHHHH

i was so close to getting a bingo!

its 12:30 am for me and i have rehearsals until 10:00 at night tmr...oh well!

[vilf-lover]

WRITE IT WRITE IT WRITE IT‼️‼️‼️ (the thing ab ash seeing sam and darlin basically fukcing in tje club)

love this unprompted request i definitely wasn’t waiting to be asked to write

be generous im really fucking tired

love you angel @daveys-angel01 <3

ash

darlin

12:46pm

darlin’s phone buzzed underneath on the bedside table, they ignored it because based on the buzz pattern, it was ash.

they were grateful he texted the most out of the pack; which meant that they could ignore him.

they could ignore him…until their phone was damn near buzzing off the table.

*5 new messages from Ketchum🌈⚡️*

Heyyyy

Darlin’

Plz answer mee

I know you have your phone

And I know you didn’t have plans today

they caved.

Yes, Asher Talbot, what could you possibly want this early

early? that means you must have had a nice night. i knew it!

a cackle ensued after he had practically yelled at his phone

What the fuck are you on about?

Milo and I were talking

David said he wasn’t because he didn’t want to “infringe upon the privacy” of you

blah blah blah

he’s so boring

asher could not

1. talk about one subject without going on tangents with unnecessary details

2. just send one long text like a normal person

Anyway, when you left the club

I said it was because you were getting freeeekayyy 😼😼

ash and his mate were the only ones who understood his texting humor…or any of his humor really

Milo said you weren’t, it was just to get space. It’s obvious who’s your best friend, the one who knows you the best (pssst it’s me)

Can you tell me there was a reason for texting me other than this delightful conversation in which you tell me how you’re betting over what my mate and i are doing

Ohhh yeah

wanna come over? maybe even play minecraft

We both know i don’t play minecraft.

well can you still come over? pretty pleeeeeasee

babe had to go back to work and i’m bored

😪😢😩😞😭

Oh my god. fine

they pulled up to his house

after playing for a good hour, the club was brought up

I miss going partying, college used to be so fun, plus i forgot how great of a dancer you are

Oh please. I mean, I wasn’t allowed to go out when i was with Quinn so this was a dramatic shift.

Even Sam got into it! I thought he wasn’t a dancer. “I don’t feel like stumbling all over like a hog straight out of the muck” or whatever he said when we were walking in

he did the godawful southern (if you could even call it that) accent that he just loved showing off

Darlin slapped him while they both chuckled

I personally think he was focused on a different kind of dancing but that’s just m-

ASHER.

HEY LOOK! i’m just saying if you don’t want me to bring up how you were basically fucking on the dance floor until you “inconspicuously” leave…maybe don’t do it i don’t knowww

the text to david “we’re leaving, nothings wrong” is a bit vague but come on

why are you reading the texts he receives?

he asked me to read it while he danced, or maybe i was looking over his shoulder wondering if i could get an answer because i saw you two walking out- the world may never know

a few more whacks were laid upon asher’s arm

i’ll give it to you, you save a lot of horses considering you ride that cowboy all the time, starting to think it’s just becoming a tradition between the three of us, you practically jumping on sam while i’m an unknowing bystander except this time it was the rest of the club too

and thank you

it’s not good, but it’s alright and i’ll probably make something else once i’m not tired

[starlitangels]

Songs and Ships!

I’ve been tagged by the lovely @floofdeloop for the songs and ships game, where we post songs that we associate with certain ships!

So, now the entire fandom gets to see how milquetoast my music taste is. Sorta. I just have very specific criteria for songs that I associate with characters and ships and a lot of songs I love don’t meet said criteria 

Enjoy! Also I don’t know how to use Spotify on my computer, just my phone, so we’re doing YouTube links instead so I don’t lose my mind

Avior/Starlight

Other Side - Anberlin this one doesn’t count because Erik dropped it in a stream. I just like it and kept it

Sky Full of Stars - Coldplay (does this one need an explanation? I don’t think it does)

Somewhere Only We Know - Keane (this one doesn’t count either. Floof put it on an Avior/Starlight playlist first)

Endless Night - The Lion King on Broadway (switch Father for Starlight and it works leave me alone)

Vincent/Lovely

Stand By You - Rachel Platten (they’ve been through so much)

Electric Love - BØRNS (cheesy, cliché, doesn’t count?)(gendered but Vibes™)

Chasin’ the Sun - The Wanted (it’s a bop and a lot of the lyrics vibe and also can’t beat the music video lol)

Elliott/Sunshine

Bring Me the Night - Sam Tsui and Kina Grannis (just listen to it and you’ll know exactly what I mean)

Happy as the Sun - Tyrone Wells (another one where you just have to trust me)

Gavin/Freelancer

Love Like This - Ben Rector (I’ve been too cowardly to send this one to @gingerbreadmonsters for months now but this song encompasses them perfectly and I take no criticism)

Extraordinary Magic - Ben Rector (just cute)

Glad You Came - The Wanted (i mean, tell me this isn’t early S1 of these two and you’ll be wrong, innuendo in the lyrics or not)

Asher/Babe

Babe - Styx (one of my favorite songs growing up, and I hc that Gabe was really into classic rock and passed it on to both Davey and Ash)

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go - Wham! (idk why. just. energy)

Davey/Angel

Angel - Theory of a Deadman (I think one of the only obviously-gendered ones, sorry. The song slaps)

Gravity - Tyrone Wells (the one couplet about foundation cuts to the core of their relationship)

Everything - Michael Bublé (I just think it’s neat, and for some reason I imagine Davey looking a lot like my actual husband even though they’re nothing alike and this is kinda-not-really our song. We don’t have “a song,” we have a playlist)

Dark Side - Kelly Clarkson (from David’s POV)

I’m also semi-convinced that Angel teases David with every song with “Angel” in the title including “Angel with a Shotgun” - The Cab

Sam/Darlin’

As Long As You’re Mine - Wicked Soundtrack (don’t know why. it just is)

My Demons - Starset (Vibes™)

I Won’t Give Up - Jason Mraz (if you look me dead in the eye and say this isn’t them I will simply not believe you)

Stand By Me - Florence and the Machine (this version specifically because it wrenches my heartstrings)

Dark Side - Kelly Clarkson (Darlin’s POV)(yup this one gets put on twice)

Also “Never Die” - All Good Things is the Darlin’ beating the snot out of Quinn song and I take no criticism on this

I think this was supposed to be 5-10 songs for one ship but my brain doesn’t work like that. Have too many songs to listen to

Tagging @frenchiefitzhere and Ginger (if you haven’t already been tagged!), and @ryn-halo26 and @dollscircus

[jacedified]

SUMMIT PT 2 LIVE REACTION

wdym u can explain eventually

TELL HIM VINCE- i-

WILLIAM ORDERED U but like why tho

ok porter i love u MWAH

SOLAIRES STAND AS ONE NATION UNDER GOD INDIVISIBLE whatever whatever

ALEXIS GET UR SHIT TOGETHER

period alexis

i would love a game of clue rn

shes not wrong abt the wrinkles

LEX??? WTF AYE Lex VINCENT WTF DO U MEAN LEX

sweethearts safe and sound BLESS 😭

GIRL ATP I NEED U TO SPEAK IM TO ANXIOUS FOR SILENCE

milo bby its ok OUR POOKIE IS OK

asher smooch MWAH ily be safe

yea davey king dead happened while u were in negotiations

PUSH THEM AWAY???

DAYYYUMM ofc they didnt get to see who did the murder DAAAMMNIT

idky but evacuate the dance floor is playing in my head

(EVACUATE THE DANCE FLOOR DOO DOO DOO DOO IM ADDICTED TO THE SOUND) ((i forgot the lyrics))

aww another trusting moment between the men

PORTER CMERE BABES

yeah tell him asher

GET HIS ASS

PORTERR ill-

GET HIM ASHEERRRR

im crying i have tears in me eyeballs yall i cant

SPEAK SIR

ok thats true but like why did u send SH in there right before u knew he was gonna die????

DID I HEAR HEARSAY

true i cant handle a war rn and lovely shouldnt be spending their first year fighting on behalf of a clan they just became a part of

porter if ur not spinning then why do u look like a ballerina rn?? hmm?? EXPLAIN

YEA BUT THE NUDGE WAS DONE KNOWING SOMETHING WOULD HAPPEN A LITTLE HEADS UP WOULDVE BEEN FUCKING NICE

lets go crazy crazy crazy till we see the sun

the department is right there.. in sweetheart form

BLOOD FIRST??? oh yeah vampire clan rules blah blah i remember this being mentioned during quinns little moment

WHO TF IS SPEAKING?? alexis? GIRL THATS NOT U SPEAK LIKE NORMAL

OH THE MONARCH IS SPEAKING i was lost

baas? bahs? someone spell this for me i wanna kiss her SORRY yall

BOYS JUST KEEP UR WOLFY HANDS DOWN

. . . yeah shes not wrong solaire and friends should probably sit out

MILO ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS

as if you care princely pop..

OH- TELL HIM ALEXIS clock him

oooooh???

alexa play ash by seventeen

well william aint here rn hes got other rich people duties

i hope SH is like stupidly staring at alexis the way i would be

so ur saying u left him alone before he died

HE DIDNT SAY? mf u were pestering abt funding just say he was annoyed w u

LEAVE WILLIAM ALONE HES BUSY (this is my sticking up for my 500 something yr old bby daddy)

well thats just hearsay princely poo

oh- AYE ADAM DESERVED IT CUNT!! (no he didnt i love him but yes he did)

YEAAAA TELL HIM

thank u porter poo

yea … christopher

they were fighting vincent for the most part so alibi CHECK

sorry monarch we didnt mean to kil- i mean let the king die without notice.. ill let u know next time

THEY FOUND SOMETHING YAALL

MORE TO THE STORY??? omg OH SHIT demon blood on a letter opener is crazy

so someone stabbed my other future husband with a letter opener

SHE CALLED ASHER PUP i love the monarch

OK MONARCH I WAS JUST COMPLIMENTING U GOD DAMN IT BE NICE

ok maybe david was a little silly asking that question but u cant expect him to know everything

so basically what im hearing is a demon was involved only ppl who closely align with empowered and demons would the house of bennett and their relationship with closeknit

CHRISTOPHER U LYING SACK OF SHIT WE CAUGHT U

ONE OF U OLD BAGS CALL ANOTHER SHAW PACK BOYS A DOG AND YOULL BE ON THE NEXT BEHEADING LIST

exactly someone got caught lacking after killing the king and didnt think to fuckin check themselves before letting the king be found

period porter.

i would retype all of this but shes just speaking fact so i dont need to take note of any of it

YOU GAVE HER THE POWER TO DO SO DUMBASS

ANOTHER DEATH??? damn both kings dead during the summit is wild

yeah milo my mind is kinda blown

NO MORE MONEY FOR CLOSEKNIT WOOT WOOT NO MORE MONEY CLOSEKNIT WOOT WOOT

vincent im too mentally unstable for an “are you alright lovely”

I REMEMBER IT BEING SPELLED BAAS so monarch baas is very right

NO HES JUST A BBYGIRL HE DONT KNOW NOTHIN

help “with any luck it wont be the last” shes so real for that

YES MAAM THIS WILL BE REPEATED TO KNOW ONE LOVE U HAVE A WONDERFUL REST OF UR SUMMIT *bow bow*

vincent listen i love u but like shes right we just have to keep it pushing

PORTER VINCENT TALK TIME lets gooo

IM EXCITED FOR PT 3

[i-didnt-do-1t]

SKITTERY HOLDING BLINK AND COMFORTIMG HIM

Skittery knows that he’s hardly the best at comforting people, Davey has a way of jumping straight to logic to help people solve their problems and Jack (although he would never admit it) has a way with words, and jokes and hope that makes all your problems seem small and irrelevant next to all the good things to come. Even Boots is pragmatic in his own sort of way and Mush cares so much he’ll not even ask what the problem is before he drags you outside and makes you do something to take your mind of whatever might be on it

Skittery… can be a bit of an asshole, if he’s honest.

He’s not great working with feelings. His own or someone else’s, but that’s not to say that he doesn’t care-

So here he is sat arm to arm with Blink in the empty lodging house and tryin to work out what the hell he should say.

“You wanna tell me why you’re uh-“ he doesn’t want to say crying, doesn’t want to point out the obvious, “upset?”

Blink aggressively rubs his red tinged eye with the back of his hand. “No.”

God Skittery wants a smoke. “Dave says it’s good to talk about your feelings if you don’t feel good.”

“You overheard Dave say that to Les last week, I ain’t 8.”

“So? Dave’s real smart, he’s probably right. And Tumbler says he feels better after he tells me about his nightmares.”

Blink shoots him a look at that and Skittery makes an effort to not stare at the tear tracks down his cheek.

“Again, the kid’s 8, Skits.”

“He’s 7 actually-“

“Shut up.”

Skittery shuts up.

Right, well the Davey method don’t seem to be working, and this is Blink, so maybe the Mush approach will have better results- Skittery stands suddenly, gripping Kid’s arm and pulling him up with him despite his protests

“The hell are you doing Skittery?”

The fact that Blink is getting whiny instead of angry is a good thing probably because it means somehow (and they have no idea how, Race has put a bet on how long it will take) Skittery is still reigning champion in not having a black eye courtesy of Kid himself.

“We’re going out for a smoke. Can’t have you moping inside all day.”

“Yeah, like you’re one to talk.”

Blink rubs at his eye again in a weak attempt to get rid of any evidence of tears as Skittery takes the steps two at a time, and whips out two cigarettes from his pocket in one hand and a match box in the other, tossing them to Blink.

Blink rolls his eyes but sits on the stairs out the front of the lodging house all the same, breathing in smoke as Skittery’s lights the end his own cigarette.

The rain is coming down in waves, and the doorway provides just enough protection from it.

Skittery blows out a cloud from where he leans in the doorway and glances down at Blink, nudging him with his foot,

Kid sends a glare his way, but it’s hard to take the look seriously with his red rimmed eye.

“What?” He says, voice flat.

Skittery shrugs a shoulder, inhales smoke, gazes out into the square. “Sometimes you just gotta smoke and be miserable right?”

A quiet almost laugh, half scoff interrupts the rain as Blink rolls his eye, shaking his head slightly as he taps ash off his smoke. “I think that’s the most Skittery thing I’ve ever heard you say in your life.”

But it seems to be working.

Skittery blows smoke and frowns in thought, maybe he does have his own way of comforting people.

[journey-to-aznoria]

no but you don't understand

davey losing everyone he has ever loved because of fate or luck or his own mistakes, and leaving his country and everything he has ever known

only to meet jeremiah, who has never had a home in the same way, who has been on the run as long as he can remember, who is the last of his kind but what does that even mean when no one else can ever understand all the implications that come with that and the cultural traditions that now only live on in him

and they meet and it's electric and they research the empire and they learn everything they can about the sentries, the crypt, the downfall of pulith and the rise of daniel's ancestors

meanwhile they fall so deep in love with each other because they both need a home and someone who will just listen, for once, someone who wants change and rebellion

BUT

when the time comes, davey can't do it. he can't face his fear and jeremiah had never and will never back down once he's decided something, so the two of them split up.

so once again, davey is left with no one, having lost the one person that he could fully trust with every part of himself

and he resolves to never fully trust anyone again, to never be as reckless with his life or his soul because it has only caused him hurt and pain

but this isn't the end of the story.

because they meet again, years later, and jeremiah forgives him. he FORGIVES HIM and davey doesn't know what to do with himself, with a second chance at relationship

we see him learn to trust, not just jeremiah, but the rest of the rebellion - he delegates to julia, he confides in arnold, and he helps lead revolution, standing up to and overthrowing daniel, a major domino in davey's story of rejections.

but then, before he can live out his dreams with jeremiah, before it's all over, before the war is even won, he's killed. daniel, that first piercer of his heart, returns with a vengeance.

jeremiah saved him the first time, but this time there is no resurrection, no rising from the ashes.

it leaves you feeling sad, empty, because they had an epic story of love and hope and forgiveness and redemption.

but the rebellion had to end the way it started: with the death of a loved one, and davey on both sides of the coin just proved his necessity to the story.

this is why davey is maybe my favorite: he has so much depth and backstory, a history of poor judgement and decisions made out of fear. in the end, he chooses his own destiny: he saves his friends, he helps end the imprisoning reach of the empire, but it's still daniel on the other end of the knife.

daniel, who killed his spirit all those years ago

daniel, who never really left davey's mind or heart

daniel, davey's closest friend and worst enemy

do you see what i'm getting at??

i just love davey so much

[copsecore]

Warning: Long Ass Post (im sorry)

Darlin:

super specific but i feel like Darlin’ calls Sam “Sammy”, and that THAT’S why Quinn calls him that in the most recent vid; he knows that it’s a little soft nickname Darlin’ has for him and it’s part of his attempt to get under their skin and ruin yet another thing for the two of them.

Sam = Sammy, and godfuckingdammit Quinn you stay away from that nickname

Angel:

100% it’s Davey - it has been since day one and you know what? David doesn’t hate it anymore (erik why did you change his playlist to saying “David” 😔) - he used to because he thought it was a teasing bit, but now it reminds him of when he was a kid, and reminds him that he’s safe and loved by this absolute crackhead of a person

Sweetheart:

Calls Milo “Shawty” as a play on “Shorty”, but always meaning it with love and affection - will also call him “Mi” or “Mye”, or hell, even “Lo” if they feel like it. Not much to pull a nickname from, is their excuse.

BONUS: they’ll call Aggro “Aggy” (with a hard g sound) - Aggro loves it and Milo acts annoyed that he’s never that pleased whenever HE nicknames the cat anything

Baaabe:

Wolfie, for Ash, as a longstanding play on his “oh no babe i’m shifting and i can’t answer the door” bit, which has absolutely been done multiple times, don’t even try to tell me otherwise, that man will shift to get out of anything, the little shit.

He also responds to *barking noises*, just….cuz, and Babe thinks it’s the funniest thing to see him duck his head around a corner to find them when they do it

Also just Ash/Asher, they’re a simple person with simple needs

Freelancer:

Settles for the classic “babe” mostly, for Gavin, either that or “Gav” and doesn’t say “Vin” because they think it’s too close to Vindemiator, which he doesn’t like.

Will also say “bitch”, endearingly, but that goes for anyone

Lovely:

Vin/Vinnie, it’s simple and he thinks it’s cute. They like calling him it in front of Sam or Will because the aggressive side-eye of “don’t you fucking dare say anything about this” that he gives afterwards is damn worth it - they specifically call him Vinnie when they’re teasing him about something *ahem* nsfw? He adores it either way, and likes that it rhymes with their own petname.

Baby (Ollie’s listener):

Ollie or Ols, soft and sweet, and he’s said that he’s only “Ollie” to those he likes. They would call him Oliver as a bit though, for dramatic flare

Smartass:

A-aron from that meme. That’s his contact name in their phone. He didn’t know what it was at first and they got the joy of sitting him down and showing him the video. He wasn’t best pleased, but went along with it anyway.

They’ll also call HIM “Smartass” in return, i fully believe they have it as a back-and-forth thing, rather than just one-sided him @ them

Sunshine:

Has definitely referred to Elliott as “the man of my dreams” multiple times, but mostly settles for Eli

Honey:

“Dumbass” but lovingly, like early-days David called Angel. Also “Pizza” because why the hell not, his name’s Guy and he’s a pizza guy, they’ll never let him live it down. Anything “mean” tbh - “idiot” has also been on the cards several times.

Cutie:

Called Geordi “George” a handful of times, seeing as it’s “Jordi” in english, either that or “Lieutenant Commander La Forge”, as was his contact name in their phone, or “Trekkie” for pretty much the same reason; they liked joking about where his name’s from (erik i’m looking at you)

Regulus’ Listener:

I mean probably nothing seeing as I don’t think they can talk during the interactions? But if they could, then “Reggie” or plain old “Regulus” tbh, i don’t know enough about them to gage this sorry

Warden:

Started off as “Vega” for the sake of remaining professional, mentally nicknames him “Lyrae” as is the second name for the star itself, or just goes with “V” (Vee), which he likes the most, but won’t say it. (he’s growing softer for them by the day okay)

Starlight:

Sounds cringe (Marauders fans don’t come for me) but “Moony” for Avior, because ya know, the moon and the stars? it fits, aight? After they lost their memories though, they returned to calling him Avior, and it hurt him so much more.

[NONCANON]:

Freelancer @ Huxley:

Hux. Hands down, nothing changes. Except for that one time they slipped up and called him “Huckle Berry” and he was pleased, but they never did it again coz “god that was awful”

Freelancer @ Damien:

Dames, as per usual, or “Mimi” if they wanna piss him off. “Firecracker” is another, they called him “Anthracite Vertical Radiator” over text once and he nearly became the first person to set something on fire through a screen.

Freelancer @ Lasko:

Laz is their go-to, a typical nickname of just removing the last couple letters of the full name (guilty as charged), but calling him literally any pet name at all will have him blushing and unable to hold eye contact (N-C Lasko is horny as fuck and we all know it)

Tell me if i missed any! - i started off as just thinking up Darlin’s but the ball kinda rolled away on itself and here we are

Forget what redacted boyfriends or mates call the listeners, what do the listeners call their bfs/mates???

Personally I just call everyone any name under the sun. I might make a hc post abt it but- what are your takes?

[welcometohelllosers]

Surprise

this is a little Milo one shot, with my sweetheart OC, Casey. I won't spoil the surprise, but I will say that it's pretty awesome.

CW: Female reader (sweetheart is still they/them) (you'll understand why. trust me on this)

I picked at my nails nervously. I knew I shouldn't have been so anxious, but my brain was firing at all cylinders, wondering just how Milo would react. We'd been married for just over a year, and that newlywed feeling still hadn't quite faded yet. We'd talked about this before, and I knew he'd be ok with it, but I was worried about the strain this might put on our relationship.

Milo walked into the living room, balancing three bowls of popcorn. I laughed, taking the middle one from his arms and stealing a piece before setting it on the coffee table with the rest of the snacks needed for movie night.

"You ready sweetheart," asked Milo as he sat the other two bowls down and joined me on the couch. "I know I sure as hell ain't. I read the reviews for this movie, and multiple grown-ass men said they pissed themselves watching this." I leaned into him as he put his arm around me and pulled me to his chest.

"Actually," I said, sitting up a little. "Can we watch that movie you mentioned earlier? I don't think the stress from this one would be good for the baby." Milo's brow furrowed, considering what I'd just said.

"Yeah," he said, pulling me back down onto him. "Yeah, sure sweetheart."

I giggled as he quickly found the old movie he wanted to watch. It was based on a board game, one of my favorites, actually. I'd never seen it though, I preferred horror films to comedies.

"What?" he asked.

"Did you understand what I said?"

"Yeah," Milo responded firmly. "You think we should watch this classic film based on an equally classic game because the stress wouldn't be good for you right now, even though you've been dying to see this new scary movie since you saw the first teaser for it. That answer your question, Mx. Greer?" I smiled at his obliviousness.

"Yes," I answered, rolling my eyes. For someone who claimed to be extremely observant, Milo tended to let things fly over his head. "Now hurry up and press play before I fall asleep."

_

We got about a quarter of the way through the movie before:

"Hey wait a minute," Milo said, pausing the movie and pushing me so that I was sitting up. "Baby? You don't mean..."

I nodded, my eyes welling up with tears. "I do. I am," I said. "I'm pregnant."

"Casey Greer this better not be one of your sick jokes," said Milo, tearing up. "Because if it is, then you are one sick lit-" I cut him off with a kiss. "It's not," I told him, now crying. "I really am pregnant, and yes, it is yours. You're gonna be a dad, Milo."

"I'm gonna be a dad," he said, his voice filled with awe. "And you're gonna be a parent. A damn good one, that's for sure. C'mere sweetheart." Milo held me gently in his arms as if he was afraid of crushing the little creature growing inside of me. "I love you, Sweetheart." I laid back down on his chest, smiling so much it hurt.

"I love you too. Now press play, I wanna see how this ends."

"Ever the prioritizer."

"Oh shut up, you love me."

"Indeed, now shush."

"Why you-"

"Shhhhhhhh."