#LEEKI MY LOVE

[ssreeder]

sreedieeeee

am I up to date with itf?? ABSOLUTELY not. it feels like a worse betrayal than the divorce but alas, such is life. I just wanted to update you that I went to spain for a week and my pasty ass didn’t get sunburnt Once and I need you to be proud of me :D

anyway love you to bits and pieces (like your lightbulbs after I’ve smashed them all ;3)

I AM SO PROUD OF YOU FOR NOT BURNING YOUR PASTY ASS!!!!!

but also pissed because like where the fuck was my invite?? I wanna spain too. Also idc that you’re not caught up on liab,,, some of my very best mutual don’t read liab right now and I still lub them (just to be clear I love the people who are reading more but that’s ok you’re fine)

in the most cabbage man way possible:

my lightbulbsssssss!!!!

[demon-dm-22]

It's #khocweek! And here are my (adopted)siblings for day one.

Art of Kin-kin Takehanta by @leekiings

Art of Korey Takehanta and Sol by @idiot-caricigarette

Kin-kin is a Xehanort clone who's dna was mixed up with Subject X. Her "uncle" found her, panicked and split her heart into 7 pieces as an infant. He then gave her to Kin-kins adopted father and threw the pieces far into the split realm of light.

Two of these holders, Emerald and Damien Hallow (I'll post them soon) followed the small child and gave their pieces back.

Kin-kin knows she's adopted. She knows she's missing pieces but she's unaware of her origins at the start of her TTRPG. Her "sister" is a piece of her heart encompassing Bravery, Nikki whom I'm sure some of you have seen with Vanitas.

Kinkin likes playing drums in a band with her brother. Her favorite animals are reptiles and amphibious creatures. Her world, Dawnbreaker Mountain is very much inspired by Gravity falls complete with woods, mountains and lakes.

She's outgoing and respectful but a little odd and quirky. She's sensitive and hates fighting unless it means helping others. She is very empathetic with those who have been affected by Darkness and tends to feel soft towards heartless and nobodies. She's about 19 when she starts her journey to find her shards with Korey and three new friends.

Korey (seen here with his friend Sol-an Oc of @queen-with-the-quill on the other hand is about 16. A rainbow baby, he was born a few years after their parents adopted Kin-kin. He's a showboat. Outgoing, spectacular but tends to favor himself in regaling stories. He has a strange spell cast on him that prevents his damaging magic from working and can only heal.

He likes pizza, sports, music and just being a punky teenager. He's obsessed with cryptids and mythical creatures, especially dragons.

He works two jobs to earn munny and still can help his parents bakery. He's extremely polite until he gets to know people then tends to be a bit mischievous.

He wants to explore worlds so much that he unknowingly can transport himself through the dark corridors with the protection of one of Kin-Kin's pieces. He's afraid of Darkness and a bit if who he really is.

He loves Kin-kin a lot but they definitely are still siblings and squabble often. The two know sign language together and have silent arguments with one another.

Korey adopted a Cornish Rex, tuxedo pattern they named Mozzarella.

Here's some fun posts of some art of them!

Im so excited to share these dorks with you! For @khoc-week !

My ttrpg with my friends starts in 3 weeks! I'll be sure to share notes as it goes along. Thanks again <3

Looking forward to seeing all the fun OCs this week!

[jiubilant]

“You’re sure,” says Shiv’s father after they’ve made so, so many fishcakes, “you want to do this?”

Shiv, her hands full of cod-and-leek mince, stares at him. “Da.”

Her father spreads his hands—which are, like hers, sticky with fish and flour. “We can still eat them.”

In the frying-pan on the fire, the last of the fishcakes sizzle in agreement. When summoning one’s ancestors on a day of ceremony, it’s Velothi custom to make enough food, be it fiskekaker or a more traditional dish, for both the living and the dead. According to Da, anyway. Shiv thinks, surveying the crispy golden patties heaped on every platter and trencher they own, that they’ve made enough food for the living, the dead, and the entire street.

“Sure as harbors,” she says, and drops the cake she’s shaped into the pan. It hits the ciciliani oil—haggled in Dockside’s only Hlaalu market for a price that had made Da smug—with a fragrant, leeky hiss. “Why?”

“When you were younger,” says Da, toweling off his hands, “you didn’t—”

“—I was pit-a-pat of vexatious spirits,” says Shiv breezily, “and suchlike. Most mortally frighted of the immortal. And now I en’t.” She peers into the pan, then nods down at it. “Fini.”

Da, sensing another pun, gives her a suspicious look. Then he brightens.

“Ah,” he says. “Finny.”

He fishes the cakes out with the serving-fork. Shiv dunks her hands into the washbasin. It’s a parry, her spinnery about spirits and such, and they both know it—which is why she’s grateful that, while Da plates and she dries her paws, the space that is hearthroom and home office to the only lettered coves on Beefskid Street is warm and comfortable and quiet.

“If you’re sure,” says Da at length, quietly. “As harbors. Come here.”

He’s sitting by the hearth. Shiv sits across from him, sweeping the hearthstones with the great broombrush of her tail. She watches Da cap the bottle of oil with his thumb, turn it upside-down, then swipe his thumb—shining, now, with ciciliani—through the ashes in the hearth.

Then she gives the nearest platter a wistful look. “Kitchen-physic first?”

“After.” Da studies her as if contemplating how to do her makeup. “Look at me.”

Shiv looks at him. It becomes more difficult, up close, to look at him. When she was a scrib, the lines in his face had been fainter, easier to mistake for the tracks of a nearby smile. Now the hearthlight, honest as a scolding aunt, casts him in disturbing relief: an old man as full of grief as the cup that, just last week, some greenhand drunk on shore leave had thrown in his face.

(He’d been Velothi, that boy. He’d seen Da’s Company chain.)

She must have let her thoughts onto her face, some, because Da smiles at her in the usual way: calm and purposeful, as though he parcels out his waning stock of smiles by need. He likely does. He’d smiled at the greenhand, too, ghastly in his courtesy, ale dripping in foamy gobs down his chin.

“Chin up,” he says.

It’s a bene excuse to look at the rafters. Shiv shuts her eyes when he cups her face and touches his thumb to her brow, mostly so he won’t get grit in them, but also because the gentle pride in his hands makes her whole face hurt. A clump of ash crumbles down her nose. She wrinkles it—

“Here is my child,” says her father in the language of Veloth, with which fire converses with air. The words are simple. His voice is simple too, hoarse and glad and warm, pronouncing the prayer without pomp. “I commend her to you. I ask that you guard and guide her with love, with patience, with prudence, and that you bless her with the wisdom that you learned in life. Say hello.”

This last, Shiv realizes after a moment, is meant for her. She cracks open one skeptical eye. “To the glim?”

Da’s accustomed to her phraseology. He smiles again—softer, this time, and in the wry way that always makes her think of Auntie. “It’s polite.”

Shiv glances sidelong at the fire. For several years she’s slept by the hearth, cooked oatcakes on the stones and porridge in the pot, warmed her hands above the friendly heat of the glimfenders. It’s almost easy, she thinks, to see the fire as Da sees it: alive, listening, a door through which the dead look out.

“Hullo,” she says to the hearth. She flicks back her ears, uneasy and intrigued, then clears her throat. “Made you fishcakes.”

The fire crackles. A twig crumbles in the grate with a sighing hiss.

* * *

“D’you feel different?” asks Rafe the next morning. His mouth is full. He’s walking with Shiv out of Birgit’s, where they’d stopped for breakfast before work: hot porridge, skyr sprinkled with bilberries, bread topped with generous slabs of brunost. “Like someone’s watching you?”

Rafe’s discovered girls and gotten stupider. For the past few years, ever since he made journeyman and started earning a wastrel-wage as Da’s scribbler, he’s been loitering in taverns and letting his hair grow long; whenever he tosses a raffish, Rafe-ish smile at Vivienne Onis or some other maid, his curls flop with cherubic charm into his face. Viv thinks he’s funny, like an organ-grinder’s little monkey. Shiv thinks he should shave.

“En’t like that,” she says with a scornful flick of her tail, pulling him by the sleeve to let a carter pass. “S’like how you pray to Notorgo. Doesn’t feel like he’s got toplights on you, does it?” She looks at him sidelong as the cart rattles by. “Crumb on your gob.”

Rafe prods the corner of his mouth with his tongue.

“Other side.”

“Thanks,” says Rafe, and—with an older brother’s presumption—ruffles her ears before she can duck. Then he’s sauntering across the street, hands in his pockets, smiling and nodding at the fishwives.

Shiv, scowling, watches him go.

“Like someone’s watching me,” she mutters. “‘Cause I’m fascinating, me.”

Then, for no reason in particular, she looks over her shoulder. The nape of her neck prickles. The plume of smoke dancing from Birgit’s chimney, bending on the wind, twists for a moment like a smiling mouth.

[gond-wanaland]

its cophine brainrot hours

heres my cophine playlist. i cant stop thinking about them. so ill list all the songs and a very brief reason why the song was chosen

lovefool -- it's them it's in the show

just like heaven -- evelyne's favorite song...and also vibes...promise that i'll run away w you

i wanna be yours -- classic "secrets i have held in my heart" situation

lovers rock -- and if she grabs for your hand and drags you along. cue the lovefool scene.

always forever -- this is how i feel about them actually. delphine and cosima always forever.

heaven knows im miserable now -- they're so on/off..this song is for when they are off....

pink in the night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -- i know i've kissed you before but i didn't do it right can i try again &again&again etc oh my goddddd insert montage of them kissing

there is a light that never goes out -- to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die obviously of course

nostalgia -- delphine when she is trying to work on the inside and cosima is icing her out...ocean between us...

but not kiss -- to be honest their relationship is quite fraught so this is again when they are /off but still holding the love

all out of love -- they miss each other :(

baby can i hold you -- sometimes they just needed to talk..

head over heels -- theyyyy both fell fast as fuck

here comes your man -- this one is for aldous leekie

my love mine all mine -- screaming actually because of the scene where cosima finds out that she is dyad property + "nothing in this world belongs to me but my love" :sob:

fade into you -- <3 soft...they love each other....

be my angel -- this is cosima's angst

sunday -- they mystify each other fr fr

halah -- this is the scene when delphine sees cosima in season 3 outside of felix's apartment...maybe i hold you to blame for all the reasons you left..baby won't you change your mind...she doesnt wanna goooo

heaven -- delphine canonically heaven in cosima's mind

un autre vie -- had to include one of evelyne's own. but man! in another life!!

i miss you im sorry -- "i miss fighting in your old apartment" i always picture their first fight s1

wicked game -- oh nooo they can't fall in love it's too dangerous...i didn't think i would fall for my monitor/monitee.....

francis forever -- screaming. SCREAMING! "i dont need the world to see/that ive been the best i can be/but i dont think i can stand to be/where you dont see me" delphine esp s3 working behind the scenes at dyad to try and save them SCREAM

andromeda -- IF YOU THINK YOU CAN SAVE ME I'D DARE YOU TO TRYYYY

linger............. -- they're obsesssseeedddd with each other

take care -- cut to the million care taking scenes

good looking -- good looking boy = delphine. i thought i'd uncovered your secrets but turns out theres more....

i bet on losing dogs -- delphine fighting a losing battle for cosima :sobbing hard:

first love/late spring -- "please dont say you love me" it's painful

ok thats it. thanks. i'd love an edit of them to every single one of these songs if possible.

[lingering-42-long]

I’ll be home for Christmas

Soap x f! reader

I don’t know what happened, but the original one either got accidentally deleted or I just never posted it! This is the first of the series. I’ll be home for Christmas. Enjoy

Warnings: none

John winced when he got the call from headquarters saying he would need to leave for duty on Tuesday, witch meant be on a flight to the shitty hell-hole of a place tomorrow. He hated being called at last moment. Being left out of the loop irked him to no end.

Soap looked over at the clock and noticed that his girlfriend would be home soon. She worked at a local pub by night in Sterling and her shift was nearing the end. Just as he was thinking about her his phone buzzed with a text. It was from (y/n). ‘Hey Johnny, I’ll be home in a bit on my way.’

John texted back ‘ok love. See you here.:)’ He noticed she called him Johnny not hunny or babe. She must be tired. He thought to himself as he got up to finish dinner. He hated having to leave her behind in such short notice.

The Cock-a-Leekie soup was almost finished when John heard keys outside jingle and the lock opening. (Y/n) came in on this chilly night.

“Brrrr. It’s cold out there” she shivered and hung her jacket on the peg by the door and was in the process of taking her wet shoes and socks off, when two arms snaked around her waist. “Aye mo leannan (yes my sweetheart). You’re cold aren’t ya?” His thick Scottish accent rolled off his tongue as he kissed her neck. A giggle could be heard from her lips “Already trying to flirt with me this late? “Lass if I was try’n to flirt with ya, I would’ve put more effort into it.” He gave a little nibble to her earlobe. (Y/n) smiled as she slipped on a pair of house slippers. “Something smells amazing. Are you making what I think your making?”

“Aye ghràdh (love).” Soap smiled as he dished out two plates.

“You really didn’t have to do that. It’s so late…” It was true. It was around 1:45am, but John didn’t matter. He knew he did not have much time with his Beloved. “No I don’t mind,” he smiled then his face dropped, “Also I got to tell you something.”

A frown formed on (y/n)’s face. “Let’s talk about it after dinner, ok?” John gave a quick nod and touched her cheek gently “tha gaol agam ort (I love you).”

A light blush formed over (y/n)’s face “I love you too”

Dinner was amazing and the two of them talked about (y/n)’s job and who was at the pub that night. John gave a slight snort when she was telling him about the idiot who kept flirting with her. “Did ye tell ‘em yur with meh?”

“Of course I did but you know how men are, he saw that as a challenge”

“Next time I’ll show him a real challenge” he huffed.

“No need. I took care of it quick.” She chuckled. “I got Bruce to start waiting on him.” The man Bruce, she was referring too, was a big hulking of a man and could scare anyone into submission if it came to one of his colleagues getting uneasy with a drunken idiot.

“Well at least he has been delt with.” John nodded. He was very happy that she could stand up in a fight. That’s one of the many things he loved about her.

“So…. What’s this bad news you have to dump on me?” (Y/n) asked already figuring it out but waiting for the confirmation.

“Lass I got called in for a mission… I know it’s bad timing.” So close to Christmas. It was both there favorite time of the year. It was going to be tough on them.

“Yeah really bad timing.” She bit her bottom lip trying not to let her tears fall. “I had made plans and everything too…oh well”

“Hey now mo aingeal milis (my sweet angel). Yer can still do those things, and the plan is to be home for Christmas… if all goes to plan tha’ is.” A simple touch to the shoulder almost sent (y/n) crying. She was a tough-ie but things that were very important to her still got to her. “I know…I just worry if you will be ok…if you will make it…”

“Aye Bonnie I promise ye I will com back home in one piece yeah?”

“Alive?” She asked

“Alive and well.” He chuckled. “Now go get ready fer bed. I’ll clean up and be there in a bit.”

She shook her head “I want to help…”

“Your tired. You’ve been working all night. Let me do this fer ya.”

“Fine.” (Y/n) trudged upstairs to their room and washroom were she took off her makeup and jewelry. She had worn the necklace and matching earrings that John had given her last year as an anniversary gift on Valentine’s Day.

She looked at herself in the mirror, tears still threatening to spill, a long night and now this? Pull yourself together girl. (Y/n) told herself but to no avail. When she made it to the bedroom to get changed for the evening, the thought of her boyfriend leaving her made the waterworks start as she burst out crying into her pillow, sobbing away. Perfect timing for Soap to walk in, catching sight of his overtired, crying girlfriend.

“Hey hey hey! What’s this Love?” Gently kneeling beside her side of the bed and placing a hand on her back.

“I’m sorry I must be tired, but the thought of you leaving for the holidays…” (Y/n)’s voice broke again as she tried to regain her composure.

“No don’t apologize, ghràdh (love). I wished I could have told you sooner.” He kissed her head gently. “I know this will be h’rd on both of us but we can work this out, yeah?” John got up and walked to his dresser to get on a pair of pants. He liked to sleep shirtless.

As soon as Soap opened the covers to get in, his girlfriend clung onto him. “Aye lass I got ye.” He chuckled and stroked her head. “I’ll wake ye up when I leave ok?” No reply just a nod into his chest. Softly, as if she would shatter in his arms, he hummed an old song and gently rubbed her back. This made (Y/n) break down and cry again. “I got ye let it out. Shhhhhh.” John murmured, now his own eyes betraying him as they stung with salty water threatening to hit his pillow and his girlfriend. He held (y/n) tightly, letting her cry to sleep, knowing that would be the best for her. Soon he was following in that pattern.

It was 6:30am when John began walking to the door with his sleepy girlfriend in tow, holding his arm. Soap opened the door, with his duffel bags in hand gave his (y/n) a kiss. “I’ll be back in a few weeks, you’ll see”

(y/n) nodded sadly. “Be safe out here ok? Kick there asses.”

He gave a small smile “I always do.”

John turned around to head for his car don’t turn back, dont fucking turn back. But he did and saw (y/n) standing there “fuck” he muttered a small choke. He dropped his bags and swiftly dashed back to her.

“Oh lass I am going to miss ye so so so much!” He was shaking. Trying to hold it in, trying to be the big tough Sargent he needed to be.

“It’s ok. You told me last night we got this, it’s not like we haven’t been in this same boat before. If we did it 100 times before we can do it one more time. I’ll be waiting here for you when you get back ok?” A smile laced with sadness stretched over (y/n)’s face.

He pulled himself up and nodded. She was right. With a final lasting kiss he went back to grab his bags once more and this time made it to the car without look back. Setting his stuff in the back seat, he then got into the front, starting the engine, and slowly driving out from the driveway. He could see her silhouette in the dim light coming from the living room as she stood outside watching him. Soap drove down the road towards the airport with one thought on his mind.

When I get back love, I’m going to ask you a question… I hope you say yes.

[pinewoodpipit]

slàinte, mo ghràdh - Fic Meta

A meta post for my fluff fic, slàinte, mo ghràdh! I'll put the meta thoughts in after a cut, as usual.

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The Fic's Title

The title, "slàinte, mo ghràdh", is Gaidhlig / Scottish Gaelic for "cheers, my love". I'm not a fluent Gaidhlig speaker but I am learning, and I'm really fond of it as a language. Gaidhlig is really incredibly important to our culture, especially because speaking our native Scottish languages was actually illegal here for a long time as part of an assimilation effort to "civilise" the Highlands. Very few people speak our languages here, now, but we're working hard to try and keep our languages alive. I thought this would be a nice way to include it.

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Real Places

Lots of the places in this fic are real places in Edinburgh! The museum, of course, is real.

The hotel they stayed in is also real, and I even looked ahead of time to see what their rooms would look like.

The restaurant they went to get the cranachan is the Abbotsford Bar and Restaurant, since I'd read that their cranachan is good and gets recommended by Edinburgh locals. The main street is, of course, real, and the park they went to when it was snowing is The Meadows, the same place where the torch procession started.

The horse statues at the end are The Kelpies, giant horse head statues which light up at night and look incredible in the snow. They're bigger than you might think just from looking at pictures!

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Foods Mentioned

Most food mentioned in this fic is real.

Rumbledethump is a real cabbage dish here, made with cabbage, potato, swede, and cheese, and you can get it in little pastries sometimes.

Cranachans are a real dessert here, and a very historical one, originally made to celebrate the autumn harvests :) they're great, although usually better when made at home rather than eaten at a restaurant.

Sticky toffee pudding is INCREDIBLE and one of the best things we've got. That sauce could heal any wounds. It's meant to come with hot sauce to drench the cake, and the ice cream melts into it. UGH I could die.

Curry stuffed naan is a real thing you can get at our Christmas markets in Edinburgh - curry is also pretty widely loved in the UK. Tikka Masala was invented here by a Bangladeshi-Scottish man, Ali Ahmed Aslam, back in the 1970s! Phall was also invented in Birmingham. The UK really likes curry.

Cock-a-leekie is a real soup here. It's just chicken and leek soup. Cullen skink is also a real meal here, and it's a thick haddock soup. Seafood and fish is very commonly eaten here, and salmon is especially good in Scotland. We do seafood right.

I disagree fundamentally with "British food sucks" jokes because honestly, I feel like people who say that haven't tried actual British food. British is not synonymous with English; Britain is a collection of several countries which includes England, and just using Scotland as an example, we have some really fantastic foods. It's sad to me to see it get written off when so much of Scottish culture has had to fight tooth and nail just to exist after centuries of assimilation efforts. Wales, Scotland, and Northern Ireland are all countries in our own right and our cultures - and tastes in food - exist independently from England.

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Hogmanay

New Year is focused on a little more in this fic, and there's a reason for that - generally, New Year is a bigger holiday in Scotland than Christmas, and there's historical context for it. Christmas was actually made illegal here back in the 1600s, and as a result, Hogmanay (or New Year) became a large celebration in its own right. The Scots LOVE Hogmanay, and New Year celebrations in Edinburgh is a festival which lasts several days, including the torch procession (a LOT of our celebrations include fire), ceilidh, live music festivals, drinking pub nights, and fireworks etc.

The ban on Christmas was lifted about seventy years later, but Hogmanay was still a huge celebration, and it's an important part of our lives, now.

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Clothes

The ugly sweaters mentioned in the fic are real.

The nicer ones are also real, and I really like them! Truly though, they're not warm enough to keep you cosy in the snow. You need a thick coat, winter boots, and probably also a hat/gloves/scarf for that. The cold here is no joke; even though the temperatures don't look that cold, Scotland is so humid and wet that it's really impossible to escape and it burrows deep. I know people who live through -20C Canadian winters with no problem but HATE wintering in Scotland because it's miserable, even if it's not that cold on paper.

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Other

The reindeer plush is a reference to my freckle fic!

It's him, but reindeer flavoured.

[hopeful-hugz]

A Masked Stranger Called Out: Notes echo out from another world... ^ < < ^ A >

@pureposer Called Out: Shout it he will - even deciding to use his Normal Vocals. After all, that's like two people Talking at once! (At least, it sounds like it). Though he shall not say it, rather, he'll Scream it! Scream it as Loud as Possible - "LILLIUM!!" - as he stood a top the Government Building. Blowing his Voice out is a Small Price to pay for having a Hand in Saving STM's Greatest Doctor, after all. He even decided to roll out the -um part, hoping that'd help somehow. He hopes it does.

@fallenphxtxgrapher Called Out: “ ^ < < ^ A > “ Joel....may be passed out on the couch right now but Lee...well the noise managed to get to the reaper's guitar and pluck out the right melody. don't ask why he knows how to do that

@strawberry-barista / @falseapostle / @enchantedbrew Called Out: Espresso: ^ < < ^ A > Nitro: "Lillium!" Decaf: ^ < < ^ A > . . . "Lillium." Haruto: "Lillium." ∎∎∎∎∎: ^ < < ^ A >

A Masked Stranger Called Out: ^ < < ^ A >

@abstractreign Called Out: From within his own corner of the cosmos, a worn-down Composer hisses out, "Lillium."

@fairymint Called Out: ^ < < ^ A >

@kingsmedley Called Out: ^ < < ^ A > Leeky is playing his piccolo!

@kingsmedley Called Out: Every single instrument in Highness's Shibuya comes to life at once, all blaring the same tune, over and over again. ^ < < ^ A >

@lollipopsandgunshots Called Out: There's yelling from a certain Reaper couple. "Give up, Lilliyum! Hope's got a lot of friends that love her, and we're not backing down!" - Kariya "This is for Hope and for all you've done to her, so leave her alone, Lilliyum!" - Uzuki

@the-rat-house​ Called Out: Lillium!!!

389 Other Masked Voices From Across Space and Time in Unison: Lillium

THRESHOLD SHATTERED | RESULT: S++

MARIA’S HOLD: -400%

“What-”

One by one, the voices flood through the the air of Meyth; the aether name and the spoken one. No one had come to the group’s aid before, only checked in- she’d been watching. “How!? No one was responding before! I made sure of it!”

“It seems they were just waiting for the right moment.” A hand is thrust forward, a void tendril piercing the the space directly between the eyes of Hope’s body. Naturally there’s an attempt to fight back, but against the bonds and the flood of music and voices, there’s no way for Maria to keep controlling the body properly. Though Teal does rush in to further restrict the aether as well, as to make sure Cam isn’t harmed during the procedure.

“I believe it’s about time you gave the good doctor back her form, Mother.” Chamyle yanks at the string of shadow and void, pulling the purebred out and flinging her down the beach. The creation being tumbles and roll, sliding to a halt at the feet of a shadow, who looks from Maria, to her now-slumped and hollow identity, then to her best friend. The one smiling right at her.

“I’ve dealt my judgement as Archivist, as has the entire multiverse you’ve saved before you. Now it’s time to deal yours.”

To this there’s a nod and Hope sprints for her body.

What follows is a blinding light that shoots into the air with a force that prompts Teal, Chamyle and Noir to all step back and shield their eyes from the scattering sands. In the sky it fades enough to catch the form of a half breed, powered up by the remnants of raw aether energy. She stays in the air for a moment, the elements of creation itself seeming to react to her presence as she relishes in being reunited with who she is. Then Hope sets her gaze on her mother, the woman who had caused her loved ones nothing but suffering and peace quickly turns to rage.

A beat. Then she charges directly into Maria; vanishing from sight for a moment.

Silence.

From the decrepit lab on the cliffs, where the weapon had been born and abandoned; raised by a monster- there’s a blinding light. Maria being dragged through equipment and thrown into the building’s old walls relentlessly. White blood coats the floors and countertops, stains tools as she tries to fight back against her daughter and successors unending assault, but she’s powerless to stop it. The moment there’s a pause, she tries to flee to the skies, only to find a barrier in place made by her own son; aiding his sister in ensuring the weakened aether purebred falls here and now.

The entire world is set into stasis and Hope, having gotten her anger out speaks.

“Lillium “Maria” Hugz. The multiverse has found you guilty of countless crimes against nature, the laws of space-time and of individual universes.” With every word she draws closer, taking out the world core of Meyth itself.

“When did you get that-” 

“But I’m not going to sentence you for those, as much as I’d like to: As the Aether Being of multiple iterations of Shibuya, you’ve committed several wrongs against the people in those cities; as well as against me, personally.” The aether throws the core into the air, charging and taking hold of the the part of Maria’s tail that connected her body to her torso. A hand is held out for the core to return to her free hand and it’s held against her mother’s rune marking. Naturally there’s struggling, which is put a stop to by her own tail, not caring how much of her mothers blood stains her fur and body. “I learned my lesson of what your plans are if I kill you. Your remaining fragments will join the ones already scattered throughout space and time; among your alternates. So I’m not going to give you the satisfaction of a true death.”

“I sentence you to be sealed away with your creations, and for this core to be sealed away further still. You will never see the light of the moon or Aether Realms again. I’m sure the Composers and Producers I’m under won’t have an issue with this.”

The Barrier is released as Hope sends Chamyle, Teal and Noir out of the universe, as well as any of their belongings that remained in this universe. Then the core is pushed into Maria’s rune...

“...Goodbye Mother... I’m sorry it had to end like this...”

...And the elder aether is absorbed into it with a finally high pitched frequency. 

The world around Hope starts following suit and crumbling around her as she touches the ground, tail returning to wings and the full aether status fading from her form. She looks out over the town she grew up in; a world she barely got to know... and she can’t help tearing up a little.

“Goodbye Meyth... Goodbye Comalia... I hope you find peace in your eternal rest.” With that, the half breed vanishes from view, leaving the world to be sealed in the core she now held.

[writingwithsnails]

DAY 03: fire and ice • cabin • "Some things should stay buried, don't you think?" Fandom: Orphan Black Summary: After escaping the Neolutionists on the island, Cosima and two of her siblings have a bitter heart-to-heart. Content Warning(s): emotional whump, mentions of child abuse and abandonment.

“It’s not like we have a choice.” Cosima hissed, casting a quick glance over at the half-asleep figure bundled up on the floor. She’d found two blankets in the cabin and piled them on top of Charlotte who curled up like a pill-bug beneath the dust and flannel.

“What are we going to do if they find us? We have nowhere to run. If we stay low until morning, we can set out for the house—“

“For all we know, they’re at the house. Or maybe Rachel’s burned it down! I don’t know!”

“She wouldn’t burn it down.”

“Why not? What’s stopping her?” Ira avoided eye contact as he gulped down the realization that their sister could, and would, do anything to keep them there. Charlotte was a valuable pawn, Cosima and himself could go either way.

“If she hasn’t emptied the lab, she will need to go back with Susan or myself to identify things of importance. And, perhaps…”

“Spit it out.”

“Perhaps she would go back for memories…mementos and things.”

“Get your head out of the clouds.” Cosima blinked, he wasn’t quite sure what shocked her: the tone of her own voice or the idea that Rachel could have attachments. “You might think that being her caregiver would make her grateful and that she’d spare you but I think it’s the opposite. You saw her at her weakest, her absolute lowest. No one else has seen her like that and she probably resents you for it. But I know that whatever feelings she has towards you, it’s not love. She’s not capable of that.”

“She loves Charlotte—“

“It’s because she’s young and she can be molded into another proclone.”

“You’re wrong.”

“I know you want to think she’s changed but she hasn’t. Your mother a-and the rest of them broke her decades ago. She was abandoned, lied to-- nothing you do can erase that.” Hot tears ran down his cheeks and he stepped away to take a breath, outside of the argument. Every other night, the possibilities gnawed at his ribs, tearing holes where memories could’ve been. He could’ve had brothers. He could’ve had a sister. He could’ve had a normal childhood and never known Susan.

A baseball sized lump ascended his throat. It threatened to spill over into blubbering tears and his cheeks reddened, it was too late. Cosima stepped forward and put her mittened hand on his arm.

“I-I’m sorry, it—“

“It’s…fine.” He stepped back and lifted his head. “I’m going to find firewood.”

“You don’t think she’s ever loved me?” Cosima whirled around. A white hat and pair of hazel eyes peered out from beneath the blanket. “Not even in her own way?”

Charlotte lowered the blanket to show her entire face, stoic like Ira’s. Like Rachel’s. Deep down, Cosima hated it— not because of the person or her own memories of seeing it stare back in the mirror. Her little sister could’ve learned it from her previous guardian but the expression, not betraying a single thought or emotion, had solidified in her time on the island.

“I don’t know. I can’t say for certain.” She sat beside her then put a hand on Charlotte’s good leg. “But I think that Rachel is someone who— there are types of people who aren’t able to love like you and me. They think they can, and sometimes they try, but it isn’t there.”

“She’s never tried hard enough.”

“Maybe.” Cosima smiled, admiring her optimism. “C’mere.”

Charlotte climbed into her lap, letting her sister arrange the blanket over the two of them, and she nuzzled close to Cosima’s face though it was just as cold as hers’.

“Do you think Susan can love? I think she loves Ira.”

“Yeah” she quickly added, “but I think she’s like Rachel in some ways. She has to try very, very hard and…sometimes it’s not healthy.”

“What about Dr. Leekie? And Mr. Duncan?” Between the lines, she asked what about my mom?

"Some things should stay buried, don't ya think?"

“Why?” She couldn’t have the two of them crying at the same time and she felt ready to plunge off the cliff of sleep deprivation.

“Because it’s not nice to bother ghosts this late at night.”

“There’s no such thing as ghosts.”

“How do you know?”

“How do you know?”

“Because there’s one whispering in my ear right now and it’s telling me that we need to go to sleep.”

“You’re silly.”

[kingsmedley]

"Lying is fun.”

[ayeforscotland]

Hey Aye, I've got a bit of a (light hearted not serious) thinker for ya.

A while ago, I did a DNA test to learn about my medical history because I'm adopted. I learned that my dad was fully Scottish, and I'm a bit of a culinary lover, so it got me really interested in Scottish foods.

One problem: I'm Jewish and I keep Kosher. So, nothing with blood in it (black pudding, or most organs, so no Haggis), no pork, no shellfish, no bottom feeders, no fish that don't have both fins and scales (so salmon and cod are good, but catfish is a no-go), and nothing with meat and dairy combined in the dish (if it's something like mashed potatoes where the dairy can be easily substituted, that's totally fine).

So far I've had a few snacks here and there that can be bought easily off Amazon (irn bru, walkers) so I'm also interested in similar snacks, but I'd also love more dishes I can cook at home. Any suggestions?

Oh nice, that’s a good challenge! And digging through recipes has taught me some Kosher laws!

Cullen Skink - An amazing Scottish fish soup that’s traditionally made with Haddock (fins and scales! I checked!) - from what I read fish is excluded from the ‘mixing meat and dairy’ so I think you should be good. Please double check though as I’ll no doubt have missed something obvious.

Haggis (Veggie or Vegan) - It’s become pretty standard in Scottish restaurants to have a veggie/vegan haggis available - and it’s also available in supermarkets. It’ll give you the haggis experience without the whole sheep’s stomach packed with offal thing that a traditional haggis has going for it. There’s definitely recipes online for it and if you want to take it to the next level it absolutely slaps with a nice whisky sauce!

Cranachan - A dessert so amazing that even after you’ve loaded up with haggis, neeps and tatties - you’ll always have room for it. Don’t think it violates any Kosher rules - it’s oats, whisky, cream and raspberries.

Cock-a-leekie - We like our soups and we like joking about the names of our soups. It’s chicken and leek soup. It’s nice. Everyone loves soup. Some recipes will suggest adding bacon for some reason but I’ve never seen it before.

Tablet - Want something that’ll ruin your teeth and have you bouncing off walls? Try making your own tablet. I couldn’t find anything that said whether it isn’t Kosher or not. You need butter, milk, condensed milk and a metric fuckload of sugar.

Those would be my top 5 - there’s absolutely no harm in looking up Scottish food and then substituting whatever you’re not able to have. It takes a lot to fuck up a Scottish dish because the foundations of them are so common (and tasty!)

Hope that helps - and feel free to flag anything I got super wrong.

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

A Rachel simp too why am I even surprised

Going to assume this is about Rachel Duncan. Anyone who's been around when I go to bat for Merula knows what's coming next. To the uninitiated, brace yourselves. Unabashed Rachel defense incoming.

Now I admit, she's done horrible things. Like when she stole Beth's identity. Or when she stood by and watched her friend suffocate as punishment for a crime she did not commit. Like when she shot Helena in the chest. Like when she murdered a ton of her own sisters on the orders of the Prolethians. Or even the time she put a pencil in Rachel's brain.

...Do you see my point?

The Sisters pretty much all do terrible things at some point during the show. (Except Cosima, she is a cinnamon roll and Delphine does not deserve her. I said what I said.) You can argue that Rachel's crimes are more numerous than the other clones, but that's probably because she's on the other side of the conflict, and we're seeing things from the perspective of the main heroes. I know, I know, Neolution is evil, and after all, it was Rachel's choice to join them. Oh wait, no it wasn't. Not at all. She was raised by them. They are a cult, and Season 5 spells this out about directly. Rachel frequently shows the same tendency as most Neolutionists to put their loyalty to "science" (read: eugenics) above human life. But that's because, again, she was indoctrinated as a child and brainwashed. Which resulted in her dealing with her situation in the worst way possible.

From a young age, she was taught to see herself as a string of numbers. As a subject. As property. The older she got, the clearer that was made to her. Rachel may be power-hungry, but her lust for power is nothing more than a desire for autonomy. In her mind, it's the only way forward. Despite being "Pro-Clone" she has not been raised without knowing human compassion. It's worse than that. She was given a taste of it with her parents (who are both terrible people but I could make a full post about each of them so let's stay on topic) before being taken by Neolution where she was forced to adapt if she wanted to survive. But everyone she knew or cared about, or was even allied with, betrayed her at some point.

Ethan Duncan, her father, took his own life and made her watch. His last words? "You don't deserve me anymore." Yeah, all kinds of fuck him. Aldous Leekie, who she once trusted enough that she considered him a father figure, constantly went behind her back and it was during one of his examinations that he refused to share her results and told her "You're not exempt from the experiment." Susan abandoned her when she was little, gave her to Neolution, and even when they were reunited, the way she treated her was despicable. It was textbook emotional abuse. I know I'm supposed to think of Rachel as the villain when she stabs Susan, but this act immediately followed the line "I regret creating you." She also stabbed Sarah in the leg in the same scene but...again, Sarah put a pencil in her brain. I'd say they're even. Oh, then there was Delphine, who tortured Rachel for information when she could barely speak. (This is unrelated but. Fuck Delphine. She is such a creep.) Let's not forget Westmoreland, who took advantage of her, lied to her, all while still objectifying her as property and spying on her through the eye-cam. The only person Rachel cared about who didn't stab her in the back? Kira. Because of this, I refuse to believe Rachel ever wanted Kira hurt or would have let it happen on her watch.

I still don't see how the word "simp" applies here but...y'know what, screw it. I'd have coffee with her. She'd probably stab me in the neck with an icepick in the middle of the night, but I'd still have coffee with her. Just consider me a full Rachel Duncan simp. Hey, as long as we're talking about her dating life, Ferdinand is a fucking creep who does not love her at all, he's just got some disturbing obsession with her that is possessive and violent. ("Who's a dirty clone" made me want to hurl, and I only wish Delphine hadn't stopped Sarah from finishing him off.) His obsession includes strangling Rachel, and pretending that Mika is Rachel while he's murdering her, in some sick, twisted form of venting his aggression at Rachel. It is messed up and I despise Ferdinand. But Rachel genuinely thinks that he is the only person who ever loved her and I just want to scream. No. No no no.

I'm still mad that Rachel was barred from Clone Club when all was said and done. It goes against the entire spirit of what Clone Club was supposed to be about, especially since they still let Helena be a part of it back in Season 2, despite her crimes. The gang would never have defeated Neolution without Rachel's help. She rescued Kira, betrayed Westmoreland and put a huge target on her back in the process. For crying out loud, she cut out her own eye to stop him from monitoring her. She betrayed Ferdinand (The "only person who ever loved her," don't forget) and warned Siobhan when he survived. She provided information on all of the other clones. And excuse me, after all that, Felix just gets to unilaterally decide that she can't come in? Screw that, why aren't the actual Sisters consulted? Or Kira? I feel like this should be put to a vote at the very least. I know Sarah will never forgive Rachel, but Rachel seems to have put the whole pencil incident behind her, so...that kind of makes her the bigger person here, just saying. Even if the writers wanted Rachel to go her own way, they didn't have to Felix slam the door in her face before she'd even knocked.

Rachel may be a villain, but that's because she's a victim of her circumstances. She didn't ask to be a clone, she didn't ask to be raised by her creators and groomed to suppress any empathetic urges. Her upbringing turned her into some strange, contradictory blend of slave and slave master, and it probably gave her a boatload of identity issues and self esteem issues. It took time for her to figure all of that out, and considering that she was constantly under the surveillance of Neolution, that's totally understandable. She didn't have any counter-examples apart from Sarah's gang, who were framed as enemies from the moment they met. Just consider for a moment, that Rachel was subjected to the fate that Sarah fought tooth and nail to protect Kira from. But no, Rachel had to live that life. But above all...she suffered for her crimes. She suffered so much. She spent two entire seasons learning to speak and walk again. She had to watch her father kill himself. Sarah and the others were willing to open their hearts to Helena, so why not Rachel?

[lingering-42-long]

I’ll be home for Christmas

John ‘Soap’ Mactavish x reader

Warnings: sfw, a little angst, maybe make a pt 2, might be ooc, crazy Scottish Gaelic thrown in there, misspellings are dialect. 

My first SOAP opera. Lol puns aside I was in a Christmas mood, listening to Christmas music, at night, and feeling a little moody. I wanted to give this “Christmas” themed short a try. Let me know if I should do a Pt 2 on this. ALSO Gaelic in there, I tried to be as accurate as I could don’t kill me plz 😓.

John winced when he got the call from headquarters saying he would need to leave for duty on Tuesday, witch meant be on a flight to the shitty hell-hole of a place tomorrow. He hated being called at last moment. Being left out of the loop irked him to no end.

Soap looked over at the clock and noticed that his girlfriend would be home soon. She worked at a local pub by night in Sterling and her shift was nearing the end. Just as he was thinking about her his phone buzzed with a text. It was from (y/n). ‘Hey Johnny, I’ll be home in a bit on my way.’

John texted back ‘ok love. See you here.:)’ He noticed she called him Johnny not hunny or babe. She must be tired. He thought to himself as he got up to finish dinner. He hated having to leave her behind in such short notice.

The Cock-a-Leekie soup was almost finished when John heard keys outside jingle and the lock opening. (Y/n) came in on this chilly night.

“Brrrr. It’s cold out there” she shivered and hung her jacket on the peg by the door and was in the process of taking her wet shoes and socks off, when two arms snaked around her waist. “Aye mo leannan (yes my sweetheart). You’re cold aren’t ya?” His thick Scottish accent rolled off his tongue as he kissed her neck. A giggle could be heard from her lips “Already trying to flirt with me this late? “Lass if I was try’n to flirt with ya, I would’ve put more effort into it.” He gave a little nibble to her earlobe. (Y/n) smiled as she slipped on a pair of house slippers. “Something smells amazing. Are you making what I think your making?”

“Aye ghràdh (love).” Soap smiled as he dished out two plates.

“You really didn’t have to do that. It’s so late…” It was true. It was around 1:45am, but John didn’t matter. He knew he did not have much time with his Beloved. “No I don’t mind,” he smiled then his face dropped, “Also I got to tell you something.”

A frown formed on (y/n)’s face. “Let’s talk about it after dinner, ok?” John gave a quick nod and touched her cheek gently “tha gaol agam ort (I love you).”

A light blush formed over (y/n)’s face “I love you too”

Dinner was amazing and the two of them talked about (y/n)’s job and who was at the pub that night. John gave a slight snort when she was telling him about the idiot who kept flirting with her. “Did ye tell ‘em yur with meh?”

“Of course I did but you know how men are, he saw that as a challenge”

“Next time I’ll show him a real challenge” he huffed.

“No need. I took care of it quick.” She chuckled. “I got Bruce to start waiting on him.” The man Bruce, she was referring too, was a big hulking of a man and could scare anyone into submission if it came to one of his colleagues getting uneasy with a drunken idiot.

“Well at least he has been delt with.” John nodded. He was very happy that she could stand up in a fight. That’s one of the many things he loved about her.

“So…. What’s this bad news you have to dump on me?” (Y/n) asked already figuring it out but waiting for the confirmation.

“Lass I got called in for a mission… I know it’s bad timing.” So close to Christmas. It was both there favorite time of the year. It was going to be tough on them.

“Yeah really bad timing.” She bit her bottom lip trying not to let her tears fall. “I had made plans and everything too…oh well”

“Hey now mo aingeal milis (my sweet angel). Yer can still do those things, and the plan is to be home for Christmas… if all goes to plan tha’ is.” A simple touch to the shoulder almost sent (y/n) crying. She was a tough-ie but things that were very important to her still got to her. “I know…I just worry if you will be ok…if you will make it…”

“Aye Bonnie I promise ye I will com back home in one piece yeah?”

“Alive?” She asked

“Alive and well.” He chuckled. “Now go get ready fer bed. I’ll clean up and be there in a bit.”

She shook her head “I want to help…”

“Your tired. You’ve been working all night. Let me do this fer ya.”

“Fine.” (Y/n) trudged upstairs to their room and washroom were she took off her makeup and jewelry. She had worn the necklace and matching earrings that John had given her last year as an anniversary gift on Valentine’s Day.

She looked at herself in the mirror, tears still threatening to spill, a long night and now this? Pull yourself together girl. (Y/n) told herself but to no avail. When she made it to the bedroom to get changed for the evening, the thought of her boyfriend leaving her made the waterworks start as she burst out crying into her pillow, sobbing away. Perfect timing for Soap to walk in, catching sight of his overtired, crying girlfriend.

“Hey hey hey! What’s this Love?” Gently kneeling beside her side of the bed and placing a hand on her back.

“I’m sorry I must be tired, but the thought of you leaving for the holidays…” (Y/n)’s voice broke again as she tried to regain her composure.

“No don’t apologize, ghràdh (love). I wished I could have told you sooner.” He kissed her head gently. “I know this will be h’rd on both of us but we can work this out, yeah?” John got up and walked to his dresser to get on a pair of pants. He liked to sleep shirtless.

As soon as Soap opened the covers to get in, his girlfriend clung onto him. “Aye lass I got ye.” He chuckled and stroked her head. “I’ll wake ye up when I leave ok?” No reply just a nod into his chest. Softly, as if she would shatter in his arms, he hummed an old song and gently rubbed her back. This made (Y/n) break down and cry again. “I got ye let it out. Shhhhhh.” John murmured, now his own eyes betraying him as they stung with salty water threatening to hit his pillow and his girlfriend. He held (y/n) tightly, letting her cry to sleep, knowing that would be the best for her. Soon he was following in that pattern.

It was 6:30am when John began walking to the door with his sleepy girlfriend in tow, holding his arm. Soap opened the door, with his duffel bags in hand gave his (y/n) a kiss. “I’ll be back in a few weeks, you’ll see”

(y/n) nodded sadly. “Be safe out here ok? Kick there asses.”

He gave a small smile “I always do.”

John turned around to head for his car don’t turn back, dont fucking turn back. But he did and saw (y/n) standing there “fuck” he muttered a small choke. He dropped his bags and swiftly dashed back to her.

“Oh lass I am going to miss ye so so so much!” He was shaking. Trying to hold it in, trying to be the big tough Sargent he needed to be.

“It’s ok. You told me last night we got this, it’s not like we haven’t been in this same boat before. If we did it 100 times before we can do it one more time. I’ll be waiting here for you when you get back ok?” A smile laced with sadness stretched over (y/n)’s face.

He pulled himself up and nodded. She was right. With a final lasting kiss he went back to grab his bags once more and this time made it to the car without look back. Setting his stuff in the back seat, he then got into the front, starting the engine, and slowly driving out from the driveway. He could see her silhouette in the dim light coming from the living room as she stood outside watching him. Soap drove down the road towards the airport with one thought on his mind.

When I get back love, I’m going to ask you a question… I hope you say yes.

[abstractreign]

★ (for leeky) ( → @kingsmedley )

( → send me a ★ and I’ll bold what applies to your muse !! still accepting )

I like you / I hate you / I dislike you/ I love you / You are family / I would take a bullet for you / I would shoot you / I would lie to your face / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would say something cruel to you accidentally / I would cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me/ You amuse me / I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / You confuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you / I don’t trust you / You inspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better than me / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean / I think you’re petty / I think you’re childish / I think you’re smart / I think you’re stupid / I think you’re a bad person / I think you’re a good person / I’m not sure what kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to make you proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurt other people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influence on you / You deserve better than me / We make a great team / I’d have a one night stand with you / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / I fantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasured belonging / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / You intimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me * ( you seem like you really could use one ) / I’m scared of losing you * ( or rather, scared of the consequences of you being lost to some ill-natured power ) / I don’t think you like me * ( or rather, know you definitely don't like the front i put up in that chatroom ) / I want to be better for you / I respect you / I don’t respect you / You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush on you / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party with you / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d spike your drink / I’d act behind your back * ( already am ) / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choose my happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despise how much I care for you / I need you * ( thought i did ) / I’m dependent on you * ( thought i was ) / I don’t know what I’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / You frustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’d visit you in hospital / I’d carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if I hurt you * ( already slightly am ) / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phone call from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break you out of jail * ( who'd put a kid in jail? ) / I’d get angry at you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You can’t take a joke / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you / You’re reckless / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / I would blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else /

[hopeful-hugz]

What had she done? What had Maria done to her!? Where was her phone, her body, her SOUL!?

A hazy, shadowy figure runs around a Shibuya that isn’t either of her own. 

Last night everything had gone to shit in the chatroom with the addition of a new member. Leeky had freaked out, even a different version of Espresso had. Once again she had tried to fix things once morning came, but to no avail. Everything got worse, to the point where Leeky had left the chat... She panicked and of course her mother chose to strike in a universe where no one held any power. But this was different; this wasn’t aether magic or shapeshifting.

Maria had said something, putting emphasis on names and Hope...  She had just yelled back at her, dumping everything onto the purebred who didn’t care. Then everything had gone black and she’d woken up in front of poor Leeky’s house. After taking a moment to freak out again, the hazy mass of cognition was off to try hunting down Maria.

Lucky for her, the bitch came to her first.

“Gotta say, I didn’t expect your little friend to be able to see you. Especially when you don’t have an identity right now.”

The half-breed goes to make any sound, only for there to be silence.  What???

“Don’t worry, My Rune~ We’ll get you a new one for this body, where you can build a Shibuya life all you want! There’s even an alternate of your father we can stick you with. It’ll be like you were always from there. We’ll do the same with Christopher and those lovely Pokémon region boys he met. You’ll both never have to hear from me again.” There’s a lunge at Maria, only for her to be grabbed by her own tail. “Ah-ah, we have work to do. That angel you keep hurting wants to see you and we have to meet up with your brother. I’ll give him a call while we make the jump there.”

[lilroroco]

Please click for higher quanlity details! This is my art piece as part of the Locked Tomb big bang 2021 for @girlcommaplease ’s fic: “Talk Derby to Me"

Emma was an absolute delight to work with and I learned so much about derby during this project!! There are so many elements i love about this story, the relationship dynamics most of all!! Please go read for yourself here:

[IMAGE ID: A drawing of characters from The Locked Tomb trilogy in a roller derby match. The necromancers wear blue and black jerseys. The cavaliers wear red and gold jerseys. The front skaters are, from left to right: Gideon, in an orange helmet covered in Sapphic stickers, who looks upset, distracted, and flustered. Coronabeth bends over with a smug look on her face, being purposefully distracting and in Gideon's way. She wears a purple helmet and fishnet tights. Harrow speeds ahead of the group, looking victorious. There is a star on her helmet. Marta pushes forward and keeps an eye on Harrow. Cam is behind Marta, crouched low and smiling.

The skaters in the back are, from left to right: Only Naberius’s helmet is visible, which has a star on it. Protesilaus has his back to the viewer and wears a jersey that says “Pro-Pain” and green helmet. Ianthe is not visible except her blue helmet. Mercymorn wears a peach helmet that says “NO”. Her jersey says "NoMercy".

In the background is Dulcie sitting on the floor in rinkside seating with a caution paper on the floor beside her. She looks determined and holds red and gold pompoms. Next to her is a wheelchair decorated with lights on the wheels and a sign that sign says "Get Wreckt". She has an oxygen tube coming from her nose to a small side bag. Palamedes is dressed as a referee in the back right with a whistle in his mouth. Signs in the back read: “Talk Derby to Me by girlcommaplease", “SNOW LEEK SMOOTHIES" (“So Leeky!", “2.50!"), and “Public Skating Weekdays 2:00-6:00". A blurred audience sits in the bleachers. End ID]

[sowhatshouldwecallyou]

My baby duck laid there first egggg so obviously I should stop calling him leeky boy oops I was so sure hey anyway lovely little miss leek