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[godess-ofthe-underworld]

See You Again (A Harry Hook x reader story

Alrighty guys new part coming at you! 

Pat 10

Summary: When Hadley, Daughter of the feared ruler of the Underworld Hades, is sent along with her 4 best friends to Auradon Prep she must leave behind a certain pirate who stole her heart.  Will she be able to keep the promise she made to him or will it all go up in flames?

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in Descendants.  Hadley and the plot between her and Harry are mine.

The next afternoon Hadley sat doodling in rg101 not listening to a word Fairy Godmother was saying.  

Towards the end of class, FG called for everyone's attention

“ As you know, this Friday is family day here at Auradon Prep, and seeing as your parents can't be here due to…uh..  distance” she laughed. “ We have arranged for a special treat.” she clapped her hands together and walked backwards towards one of the  two screens at the front of the room.  FG pressed a button and the screen popped to life.  

Maleficent's face was obnoxiously close to the screen trying to figure out the new technology.

“ I don't see anything, nor do I hear.” Maleficent's voice booked through the speakers.

“Kids!” FG waved the five over.

They all stood, sharing glances as they made their way to the front of the classroom.

When Maleficent retreated to her spot back on the couch in between Jafar and Cruella, Hadley noticed an absence of blue fire.  

“Is it.. is it.. can I please see a remote?!” Maleficent yelled.

Evil Queen handed her one from beside her.

As they kept babbling about how the thing wouldn't work, Hadley couldn't help but feel disappointed that she didn't see her father among them. Some hwo they got their screen to turn on.

“Oh Evie!it's Mommy!” EQ waved to Evie “oh look how beautiful. You know what they say, the poison apple don't fall far from the tree.” Evie blushed.

“Don't you mean the weeds?” Maleficent shot back.

“Eww! Who's the old bat!?” Cruella asked pointing to FG.

“This is Fairy Godmother.” Mal said.

“Still doing tricks with eggplants?” Maleficent laughed and the rest followed suit.

“ I turned a pumpkin into a beautiful carriage!” FG defended.

“You really couldn't give Cinderella till 1am?” Maleficent shot again “ What? Did the hamsters have to be back on their little wheels?!”

“They were mice!” FG shot back “ she turned to the five behind her. “They were mice” before leaving the frame she said it again.

“Fairy Godmother?” Hadley asked moving over to where she now stood.

“Yes dear?”

“Where is my father?” Hadley played with the sleeves of her jacket.

“Oh that's right! I'm so sorry dear but your father couldn't make it. Something came up in the Underworld that he had to take care of.” Hadley looked down understanding.

“But, one of your teachers graciously told of of some other people we could call for you”

Fairy Godmother moved around the first screen and towards the second one a few feet away.  Hadley curiously followed.

When Fairy Godmother pressed the button on the keypad of the second screen Hadley's eyes lit up and she let out a small laugh.

Sitting,squished together on a battered old burgundy leather armchair, where two of Hadley's most favorite people.

Harry and CJ where both fighting over the remote to turn their screen.  

“Fork it o’er ya runt!” Harry grunted trying to pull the remote from his younger sisters hand.

“No!I wanna do it! She's my friend too!” She fought back.  For being only 11 she's pretty strong.

“But she was mine first!”

CJ is Harry's youngest sister she's a tall, slender girl with golden brown eyes, tanned skin and dirty blonde hair that is always tied into a heavy ponytail with blue,red and green beans braided in.  CJ wore a red thigh length coat with gold embroidery, much like her father's.  Her white ruffled shirt was tucked into her dark shorts with golden legging underneath.  Her legging were embroidered with maps of Neverland and they were tucked into knee high high-heeled boots.

Harry was absent of his hook, long red coat and hat. His will mop of dark hair flung around and his eyes were lined by thick black liner, making them stand out more than normal against his tanned skin.  He wore his ripped up white undershirt, which exposed parts of his torso from the many training sessions on the ship.    

In the process of them fighting, one of them pressed the right button and their screen turned on.

They both froze when they heard Hadley laughing.

“ Do you two ever stop fighting?” Hadley asked crossing her arms.

Both rushed at the screen, almost falling off the chair.

“Hadley! We miss you” CJ shouted.

“ouch quiet down you. She ain't deaf!”  Harry said rubbing his ear that she'd screamed in.

“I miss you guys too.”

“When are you comin’ home Hadie? We all miss you round here.  Even Uma.”

“ Yeah I seriously doubt that.” Hadley rolled her eyes. “ But there's a big coronation coming up so maybe sometime after that.”

“When?” Harry raised an eyebrow.

“Saturday. 10am. The whole schools invite so…” Hadley gave a small smile.

“Do we really have to wait that long?” CJ whined.

“ I'm afraid so.”

There was a long pause between the three where they just looked at one another.  

CJ suddenly looked behind Hadley, noticing that everyone else was leaving.

“Looks like you're friends are leaving.” She said pointing towards the back of the room.

Hadley looked behind her her face falling when she realized CJ was right.

“Guess that means I should be going to.” Hadley frowned, turning back around.

Both Harry and CJ's faces fell.

“Are ya sure haddie?” Harry asked.

“Yeah. Got a lot of homework to do.” She winked.

Harry and CJ smiled.

“I'll talk to you guys soon. Hopefully.”

“Ok haddie”

“Bye Hadley!”

“Ouch! Will ye quit screamin’?”

Hadley laughed and waved to the camera.

“Bye guys. Tell your dad I said hi”

“Will do!” CJ smiled sadly.

“Bye.”

“Bye”

Hadley clicked a button on the keypad and the screen went dark. She stared at it for a few moments before returning back to her desk and collecting her things.

“ Thank you Fairy Godmother” Hadley smiled.

“ You're welcome dear.”

When Hadley caught up to the others they were halfway down the hall.

That night the five gathered around the table in Jay and Carlos's room, Mal's sketch of the wand was placed in the center and a map of the coronation hall.

“Ok so we all know what this looks like?” Mal's asked tapping the picture. “ It will be up on the dais under the Beast's spell jar. Then we will be coming in from here, I will be in the very front. You all will be up in the balcony. Carlos?”

“I'll find our limo to break the barrier, then we'll get back on the island with the wand.”

“Perfect. Evie, you will use this to take out the driver” Mal Heald out a blue perfume bottle out to Evie. “ Two spays and he will be out like a light.”

Evei nodded her head. The five looked at each other before leaving the table.

Hadley and Evie noticed Mal looking through on of the pages in her spell book.

“M! You wanna break Ben's love spell?” Evie gasped.

Mal looked up at the two in shock.

“Yeah… you know for after.” Evie sat down next to Mal at the table and Hadley stood behind her and placed an hand on her shoulder.

“I've just been thinking, you know when the Villains finally do invade Auradon and being to loot and kick everyone out of their castles, and imprison their leaders,and destroys all that is good and beautiful… Ben still being in love with me just seems a little extra… cruel.” Mal shrugged Hadley's hand off and bolted from the room before anyone could say anything. Hadley and Evie looked to each other before linking arms and bidding goodnight to the boys.

That night Hadley had a hard time sleeping, she kept tossing and turning, her blue and white hair splayed out over her pillow in all directions.

She sighed looking up at the canopy above her four poster bed. Sitting up, Hadley threw the covers off and grabbed her notebook. She sat down at her window and opened it.

She touched the pencil tip to the paper and let her mind wander.  

Hours later she looked to the alarm clock next to her bed. 4:30am flashed in red numbers across the small screen.  She looked back to the drawing she made.  It was the back view of two small children holding hands.  One, a girl with tall fire like hair, her free hand alight with a swirling fire and dark swirls of smoke billowing at her feet.  The other, a boy in a long oversized coat with a pirate hat, carrying a large hook in his other hand.

Hadley's mind had wandered to the day was left on the isle.

Flashback:

A small girl, maybe five or six, stood on the busy cobblestone streets of the surface world. Her fiery blue hair blew around with he passing people.  She wore a long tattered grey dress that swirled a dark cloud around her bare feet. She rushed to the side as she tried to avoid being stepped on by the passing people.  Tear tracks made their way down her dirty cheeks as she slid down a dark alleyway wall.  She clutched her stuffed dog to her chest and sobbed into her knees.  She was alone and scared.

After running around the Underworld with her father Hades, he sent her up to the surface after she accidentally released a few souls from the River Styx, causing a small zombie problem in Charmington.  Up until that point she was raised mainly by her father's minions, Pain and Panic.  The two tried as best they could to keep the girl out of trouble. Inevitably, she always found a way and everytime she got in trouble, they would too.   

She sat up against the wall and sniffled gazing at the stuffed animal in her hand.

As way to try to keep her out of trouble one day, Pain and Panic suggested to make a stuffed animal with the girl.

After hours of Pain getting poked by the needle and Panic making sure the girl was out of reach of the sharp object, Cerby, the three headed stuffed likeness of the Underworld guard dog was born.  

Down the alleyway at the other end a small boy of seven was lurking.  He wore a long red overcoat and a small black pirates hat that hid most of his dark hair. He held in his left hand a silver hook that was far too big for him.  His bright blue eyes searched high and low for shiny trinkets to swipe.

His ears perked at the sound of crying at the other end of the alley.  Being a curious lad he followed the narrow alley all the way down. His eyes shifted through the darkness, landing on a small hudled form against the wall.  

“Why are ye crying?” He asked.  His accent was thick, something the small girl had never heard before.  

The girl jumped at the sudden sound of his voice.

“ What's it to you?” She snapped wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

The boy raised his arms up.

“ Sorry, jus askin. The names Harry. Harry Hook” He extended a hand.

“Hadley.” She looked up at his hand for a moment then him before taking his hand.

“ well Hadley I ain't never seen ye around here before.”

“I live in the Underworld. At least I did.” She replied sadly.

“The Underworld? What's a lass like yourself doing down there?” He laughed.

Hadleys anger flared as the boy laughed.  Her hair glowed a vibrant blue and her ice colored eyes lit up in the dark alley.

“i happen to be a goddess. I'm Hadley, goddess of the Underworld and of chaos, my father is Hades God of the Underworld.” Hadley yelled.

Harry shrunk back a few steps his blue eyes blown wide as he stared at the ball of fire before him.

“Easy there flame thrower, I didn't mean anythin by it! I was jus askin!”

Haldey calmed enough for her hair and eyes to maintain a low glow.

“Sorry, my dad just left me here.  I have no idea where I am, or where I'm going to go.”

Harry thought for a moment before an idea popped into his head.

“ Why don't ye come with me back to my house?” He asked

“Why would you help me?”she snarked sitting back down against the wall.

“Cause even though I'm a villain kid, I still know when to help someone who needs it.. so what do ya say?” Harry held out his hand again.

Hadley looked up at him for a moment before grabbing his hand and nodding.

“Hey that fire trick sure can come in handy for taking things.” Harry said as they walked out of the alley and into the busy street.

Hadley and Harry walked away laughing as fire erupted from Hadley's hands and hair.

Hadley smiled at the memory looking back out the window towards the Isle.  

(Hadley)

A million thoughts in my head Should I let my heart keep listening? 'Cause up 'til now I've walked the line Nothing lost but something missing I can't decide What's wrong, what's right Which way should I go? If only I knew what my heart was telling me Don't know what I'm feeling Is this just a dream? Ah oh, yeah If only I could read the signs in front of me I could find the way to who I'm meant to be Ah oh, if only If only [2x] Every step, every word With every hour I am falling in To something new, something brave To someone I—I have never been I can't decide What's wrong, what's right Which way should I go? If only I knew what my heart was telling me Don't know what I'm feeling Is this just a dream? Ah oh, yeah If only I could read the signs in front of me I could find the way to who I'm meant to be Ah oh, if only Yeah Am I crazy? Maybe we could happen Yeah Will you still be with me when the magic's all run out? If only I knew what my heart was telling me Don't know what I'm feeling Is this just a dream? Ah oh... If only I could read the signs in front of me I could find the way to who I'm meant to be Ah oh... If only, yeah [3x] If only [3x]

Slowly her eyes shut and she fell into a dreamless sleep.

I can’t believe were already at Part 10!  There are only a few more parts left to this story so stay tuned cause shit is about to go down. ;)  

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[fanfic-from-a-67-impala]

Hope

Characters: Mary x reader (yes, in that way), Sam, medical examiner OC, angel OC

Word Count: 2958

Summary: Dean's been gone for two weeks. You’ve been through this with both him and Sam countless times, but Mary’s newer at this, and you know she’s hurting, even if she doesn’t know it yet. The two of you find an angel-related (possibly archangel-related) case. Set about one week before 14.01.

Warnings: Season 13 spoilers, Michael!Dean angst, canon-typical violence; this is obviously Mary-positive (if you don't like it, for the love of Chuck, don't read it!)

A/N: It's December 5th—Mary's birthday! Mary didn't get nearly the love and attention she deserved when Dean was missing. Consider this is my way of righting this injustice.

My first—and, I think, Tumblr’s first (hopefully, of many!)—Mary x Reader stories.

Also, this is for @spnfanficpond‘s SPN Season 14 Weekly Episode Writing Challenge: Week Seven! Prompt #5 is bolded. @mrswhozeewhatsis

You draw another line with your knife onto the base of a bullet, finishing another side of the devil’s trap.

Your eyes flicker up to Mary again. She sits across the kitchen table, her eyes narrowed in concentration, darting across the screen of one of your laptops. Maybe one of Sam’s. You’ve forgotten whose are whose after a while.

She glances up and catches you staring, but before she can say anything, a tall figure lumbers into the room.

“Hey, you’re back,” you greet. “How was it?”

Sam crosses the room heavily, still wearing a jacket to keep the cooling autumn air at bay, a bag slung over his shoulder, as if he didn’t have time to settle in before being pulled into another crisis.

“Just a routine salt-and-burn,” he says.

Mary offers her son a smile. “There’s some chicken on the stove. You must be hungry.”

“No, thanks,” he answers, plucking a bottle of water from the refrigerator and holding it up to show her. “I’ve got some work to do with the other hunters.”

She furrows her brows. “Maybe you should slow down a litt—”

“I’m fine,” he brushes off the concern, but then turns to her. “Thanks, Mom.”

Water in hand, he bounds out into the hallway.

Mary’s sad eyes follow him as he leaves. She rubs her temples with her fingers.

You reach across the tabletop to take her other hand in yours.

“Are you okay?” you ask softly.

She nods. “I’m just worried about him.”

You follow her gaze out the doorway where Sam disappeared.

“Yeah, Sam can get pretty intense,” you say. “He’ll be okay, though.”

She forces a small smile, but the words don’t seem to soothe her.

“How are you doing?” you ask.

“Me?” she shrugs. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

She looks up at you. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I… I’ve been through more than a few search-and-rescues for the boys,” you say. “I know it can get rough, the not knowing.”

She turns her eyes down as if she’s guilty of something, but shakes her head.

“I’m fine,” she repeats. “But take a look at this.”

She turns the laptop around so it faces you. “A small town in Indiana. Three mysterious deaths this week alone.”

You let your eyes linger on her, studying. You’ve all felt Dean’s absence since Michael took him over two weeks ago. You’ve all been forced to muddle through, pushing down the fear and the longing in your efforts to track him down. But you know she must be hurting.

“Well?” She pushes the computer toward you. “Are we taking this one?”

“Um—” you scan article on the screen— “let’s do it. Leave tonight?”

“Sure.”

“Sheriff’s real lucky to have you here, agents.”

The medical examiner leads the two of you across the morgue to the wall of metal drawers. The smell of formaldehyde invades your senses, but you buckle down your stomach.

“We’re punching above our weight class with this one, you ask me,” the doctor continues.

“Don’t get many serial killers out here, do you?” Mary comments.

“Serial killer?” She raises her eyebrows. “No, ma’am. This was a triple homicide. All three of the bodies were found at the same scene on the same night.”

She pulls out the slab in front of you, revealing the first victim. Two gaping holes have been burned into his head where his eyes should be. Then, she pulls out the next two drawers, where the other victims bear the same markings.

You meet Mary’s knowing gaze across the row of bodies.

After thanking the medical examiner, the two of you walk out to the parking lot and climb into her car.

She braces her hands on the wheel, taking a deep breath, but doesn’t start the engine.

“You think it’s him?” she asks.

You sigh. Since you saw the victims’ eyes, you’ve been wondering—hoping, really—these kills could be Michael’s work.

You shake your head. “I don’t know. This is careless for Michael.”

“But it could be him, right?” she prods. “This is the first angel activity we’ve seen since…” She trails off, lowering her eyes.

“I guess so,” you admit. “And Cas did say there are only a few angels left on Earth.”

You watch her eyes grow wide with hope.

“Well, should we call Sam?” she suggests.

“No, let’s just work the case for now. I don’t want to bother him until we’re sure.”

She nods. “Good idea.”

She turns the key in the ignition and pulls out of the lot.

After a visit to the crime scene, which turns up nothing of importance, you and Mary make your way back to the motel.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she holds a parchment whose words you memorized years ago in her hand. Her head bends down over the paper, letting short blonde waves cover her face.

Across the room, you open glass jars and sprinkle their contents into a large bowl.

“Are you sure it’ll work?” Mary asks.

You pour a splash of holy oil into the bowl. “If there’s an angel in town, this’ll find them.”

“Even an archangel?”

You avoid her eyes as you answer. “Let’s find out.”

She walks over to your side as you unfold a brochure you picked up from the front desk of the motel and turn it over to reveal a map of the town. You lay the map on the tabletop and pour the contents of the bowl onto the glossy page.

Mary hands you the parchment of Enochian symbols, and you mutter the spell. With the tip of a knife, you drag a cut through your palm, letting the blood drip onto the mixture of oil and herbs.

Once you’ve finished reading, the red dots congregate to form a small mass of blood. It slithers across the map and finally pools in an open area halfway across the map from where a star marks the location of the motel.

You watch Mary stare daggers at the pool of blood as if it took something from her.

“Didn’t we pass this place on the way into town?” she asks.

You nod. “It was some kind of farm.”

“Why would Michael be in Indiana?”

“If it is him.”

“It’s him,” she insists. “It has to be.”

“But if it’s not—”

“It is,” she snaps. “Why can’t you just trust me?”

“I trust you. I just think we should—”

“We should what? Accept that we’ll never get him back? Let two weeks turn into two months?” she demands. “Do you even care if we find him?”

Her last question throws you for a second.

“Of course I care,” you say firmly.

“Then, for God’s sake, act like it.”

You sigh. You can see on her face she regrets the words as soon as she says them, can hear the hurt in her voice, the frustration. You remember a time, years ago, when Sam went missing for a week. You tore Dean’s head off, called him every name in the book. This was before you knew, everytime they left, they’d be okay.

Mary’s outburst, in comparison, is mild.

“We should start packing,” you say, your voice calmer now.

You step into the bathroom and turn on the faucet, placing your hand under the water. Blood stains the water pink and sends red clumps to circle the drain. When the water runs clear again, you turn off the faucet.

Mary peeks through the open doorway and inches into the bathroom hesitantly. You glance at her through the vanity mirror as she reaches for the shelf behind you and brings down a washcloth.

You glance away before she can catch you staring again.

“I’m sorry I snapped,” she says softly, barely meeting your eyes, her gaze heavy with guilt as she presses the cloth to the red cut on your palm.

“I know,” you say. “It’s okay.”

“But it’s not,” she utters, “and I know that. It’s just…”

You lightly squeeze the hand she places over yours. “It’s hard. I know, Mary.”

She looks up at you now and nods.

“And I do care. I mean, I’ve been tying Dean’s ties for him since he was old enough to pass as a fed.” A smile forms on your lips at the memory.

She laughs softly. “I know you have. And I know you want to find him, too.”

“I just don’t want to get our hopes up.”

“I understand. I do,” she assures you. “But I know this is him somehow. I have this—” she motions to her chest— “this feeling that he’s here and that we’re so close.”

“Okay. Then, let’s get a move on.” You nod to the door.

The last of the orange sunset fades from the sky, leaving the farm dark as you and Mary drive around it. A chain link fence encloses the area, but any crops that grew here have been dried up or already harvested for the season.

“Do you think we got the location wrong?” she asks.

You shake your head. “No, it’s definitely… What’s that up there?”

A faint light from far into the property glows against the dim background. As she drives closer, you can make out the shape of a house.

“This has to be it,” you say.

She pulls up as close to the house as she can and parks. You’ll have to walk from here.

You pull your duffel bag from the trunk and unzip it.

“We have everything?” Mary asks.

“Holy oil—” you hold up the jar for emphasis— “angel blades, spray paint, and here.” You hold out a necklace with a silver charm. “There’s spellwork engraved into it. He won’t see us coming.”

She pulls it over her head, where it settles around her neck.

Yards from the house, after climbing the fence and trekking through brown, knee-high grass, Mary’s gasp stops you in your tracks.

“Oh, God,” she breathes.

Following her gaze, you peer into the window, light pouring out through a beige-colored curtain. You almost turn back to her, but a movement stops you.

A shadow wanders into view from inside the window. It has a tall frame, short hair, and a purposeful gait as it walks across your view.

Mary voices your thoughts.

“Dean.”

You turn to her. “Shall we?”

Minutes later, she has painted warding on the outer walls of the simple, single-story house, and you finish pouring a circle of holy oil in the dirt.

The chance to finally confronting Michael has your heart jumping out of your chest in a way it hasn’t done since your first hunting trip. At the last minute, you consider calling Sam for backup, but the trap has been set. You can’t wait any longer, not when you can taste it, when you can reach out and touch what you’ve found after weeks of searching.

Stepping in front of the holy oil line, toward the house, you hand a book of matches to Mary.

She strikes one against the strip of the book and lets it fall to the ground, encircling the entire house in flames behind you.

Moments later, the door bursts open.

A boot steps into view from the side, the hem of worn jeans pulled over the collar. An arm swings beside it, calloused and scarred from decades of labor. A blue plaid shirt covers the chest.

You glance at Mary in time to watch her face fall.

She realizes it before you do, that the man in front of you isn’t Dean. Not even Michael.

The force of your hope collapsing is crushing. You can’t breathe for a moment, only stare at the man as if he would become Dean if you stared intensely enough.

The hilt of an angel blade falls into his hand. “Hunters.”

A blinding rage overtakes you. Rage at him for not being Dean, at Michael for taking Dean from your family, at yourself for being so deluded as to confuse hope for belief.

You barely register charging at him, but a swift movement knocks you to the ground, forcing you back into consciousness.

As you rise from the dirt-packed earth, you see Mary swinging at the angel. His blade lies on the ground feet away from them. She pulls back the blade in her hand and stabs in his direction. He clamps onto her wrist, trapping her, and throws a punch at her face, then another.

You scramble across the ground, swiping the blade and holding it to his neck from behind him.

“There’s holy fire around you warding all over the house. You’re powered down,” you growl. “Let her go.”

Mary yanks her hand from his grasp. Blood runs from her nose and a cut on her forehead, but her eyes are filled with fervor.

The angel holds his hands up in surrender.

You shove him against the wall of the house, tip of the blade still pointed at his throat. A circle of red blooms across the shoulder of his shirt, where Mary must have taken a stab.

“Who are you?” you demand.

“My name is Sarathiel,” he says calmly. “I’m an angel of—”

“Angel of the Lord. Yeah, I got it,” you spit. “Why did you kill those people?”

He narrows his eyes. “The townspeople?”

“Have you killed anyone else lately?” Mary says.

“No,” he answers quickly. “When I kill, I kill with reason.”

“And what was that?” you snap.

“They bore witness to my descent, my occupation of this vessel. It is forbidden for humans to behold such an event.”

Mary steps forward from behind you. “That’s why you killed them? Because of some angelic rule?”

He glares at her. “This is a dangerous time we live in. The last thing I needed was for word to get around. It’s an effective way of attracting hunters, such as yourselves.”

“Well, dead bodies are pretty effective, too,” you comment.

“Why did you need a new vessel?” Mary questions.

“I needed to remove myself from my previous situation. Since the Fall, transportation has been… difficult. I’ve resorted to occupying one vessel to the next in order cross states. Oceans, even,” he explains. “I’m passionately peripatetic.”

You roll your eyes, glancing at Mary, who looks to you.

“Yeah, not anymore,” you say, removing the blade from his neck. “Next time you move house, you’re going to get a car and some work done and change your name like a normal person, or we’ll find you, and we will kill you. Got it?”

He hesitates for only a moment before nodding sharply.

Mary places a hand on your shoulder and pulls you to the side. “We’re just gonna let him go?”

You shrug, your exhaustion and tonight’s loss crashing into you, your energy leaving with your adrenaline.

“There are only so many angels left,” you answer. “If we keep killing them… I don’t even want to think about what’ll happen.”

She takes a deep breath and breathes out a sigh, nodding her head.

Neither of you speaks a word as you extinguish the fire, trudge back through the field, and drive to the motel. You don’t bother unpacking as you plod into the motel room, dragging around the heartbreak like a load of bricks.

As you close the door to the outside world, Mary creeps into the bathroom. Shrugging off your jacket, you follow her.

She inspects her face in the mirror. The blood has dried, but bruises begin to appear at her jaw and around her eye.

You run a washcloth under warm water and wring it out into the sink. You sit her on the counter and gently scrub the flakes of blood from the side of her face.

She sits with her eyes closed, wincing once.

“Does it hurt?” you ask.

She shakes her head but opens her eyes to meet yours.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry,” she whispers.

You pause your hand moving down her face.

“You were right,” she says. “You tried to protect us, but I couldn’t let it go, and now we’re here…”

“That’s not your fault.” You resume the scrubbing motions, softer this time. “You thought it was your son. Even I did when we saw that angel in the window.”

As you finish with the blood that dripped from her nose to her chin, tears start to pool in her eyes. She blinks once, and they fall down her cheeks.

You catch them with the washcloth, which has been stained pink, despite your rinsing it.

“Are you okay?” you ask softly.

“I—” Her voice breaks, and her body shudders as more tears escape her eyes.

“I spent a year trying to get back to them,” she sniffles. “And when they found me, it felt like coming home, you know?”

You nod, setting the cloth on the table.

“And now, Dean’s gone. I miss him, and I miss the way Sam is when he’s with him, and I can’t— I don’t know how to…”

“I know.”

You pull her into your arms, feeling her body rack as she sobs into your shoulder.

“It’s going to be okay,” you mumble, running your fingers over her hair. “We’ll find Dean. It’ll be okay.”

You murmur the empty promises to her, realizing in this moment that they truly are empty. You can’t really know if you’ll get him back, or if this is the last loss at the end of the string of undoubted returns.

But you can hope.

Tags: @ellie-andthemachine @gaybrieljax @electraphyng @emerald-watermelon-199 @mersuperwholocked-lowlife

[readbyir]

An essay on the rules of The Moors

“Everything shall always be different now, and yet nothing changes,” Marjory reads from her diary in the final scene in The Moors by Jen Silverman. These final lines of the play validate the audience members’ shared experience for the past ninety-four minutes. Two sisters, a maid, and a mastiff welcome a governess to their home with the intent of continuing their family’s legacy and power. An unsettling departure to the play begins with a bird smashing into the window, igniting the two sisters’, Agatha and Huldey, tense relationship. The oddities do not end there as the mastiff recites poetry, a moorhen falls from the sky, a maid inhabits two personalities, and each room in the house is, in actuality, the same room. Lullabies turn into murders that are ensued by a murder ballad. There was a lot to unpack in this production of The Moors directed by Tommy Statler. The action onstage at the Hallberg Theatre showed how so much can happen to each character, and yet the system they exist within stays intact. This is how Silverman leaves her audiences with the same unsettling feeling that her show began with. The world that Silverman created in her play is unlike the reality we live in today. The women and mastiff of the house live their lives by specific rules: their maid must live as both a pregnant scullery maid and a typhus-ridden parlor maid, the same room must be treated as a parlor, scullery, and two different bedrooms, and Huldey documents each different thought as a different day of the week in her diary. When Emilie joins the household, she challenges these rules. Tommy Statler built his concept based on the conventions of Agatha’s household.  Just like Silverman, Statler conceptualized The Moors by creating his own rules of the world and then intentionally breaking them.

Originally written for a proscenium stage, The Moors presents a lot of challenges in the round: Marjory cannot disappear for her Mallory switches as she juggles her props, Agatha’s murder being believable and visible on every plane of the stage, dropping Moorhen onstage in a crash-landing, transitioning from the house to the moors, and the general staging challenge of composing and moving in theatre-in-the-round. Under Statler’s direction, every actor and designer leaned into the challenges this stage presented for the script. The first rule Statler created was creating fake walls onstage. There are three river banks on the floor of the stage. This splits the playing space onstage into three different sections. For the house scenes, the moors would occupy one section of the stage while the two other sections were the house. Edgar Alamo’s lighting design gave a visible texture that delineated the moors and the house while the actors gave the illusion of fake walls by avoiding the river banks that were next to the moors section. Agatha would sometimes break this rule by entering the house through the moors section. The texture on the floor would disappear and the other actors onstage would interact with the space that they previously ignored. Agatha did this in Scene Seven when Marjory taunted Emilie. As Marjory placed her bonnet on Emilie, Agatha broke through the moors and opened up the room so that all three sections were in use. Agatha also called on Marjory to break through the moors in Scene Four after revealing to Emilie that Branwell is dead. Depending on the chair position, the room would also spin. Mastiff was the first one to move the chair after his speech about meeting Moorhen. He picked up the chair and turned it ninety degrees from where it was originally set. Alamo’s window and moors lighting textures also shifted ninety degrees so that the actors played their focal points on different walls. The room spun again by Huldey and then Marjory. Each time the chair shifted, the room spun ninety degrees. By scene eight, the house had spun a full three hundred and sixty degrees. After the scene outside in the moors, the house appeared to stop spinning based on the chair’s placement. 

The way violence was portrayed in Statler’s concept was slow and tableau-esque. The biggest difference between Statler’s concept and Silverman’s script was the portrayal of Moorhen’s death. Silverman hints that Mastiff ate the Moorhen in scene fifteen, but it is not explained beyond his blood and feather-covered entrance. The relationship, as Silverman writes it, ends after scene thirteen. Statler continued this scene even after its dialogue ended by staging a slow movement piece to portray Moorhen’s death. Mastiff slowly pounced on top of the Moorhen and then quickly lifted her up as she tried to escape from him. She slowly fought her way onto the ground, but then had her wing swiftly snapped by Mastiff. He ripped open her rib caged and then slowly carried her offstage. There was dramatic underscoring and red lighting to this sequence. Agatha’s death was stylized as well. Instead of being beaten to death by Huldey, Agatha gets choked to death. Agatha got hit by a chair three times before falling to the ground. Accented with flashing lights, each swing of the chair took about five times longer than it would have played out in real time. Each slow swing would stop right as the chair hit Agatha’s head in a tableau, to which Agatha would react to the hit in real time. Once Agatha was on the ground, the normal rate of time resumed and Huldey would choke Agatha for a brutal minute and a half. 

One of the smaller and simple rules that gets repeated was Marjory coughing every time she gets acknowledged as the scullery maid. Marjory is the scullery maid of the household while Mallory is the parlor maid. Marjory, being loyal to her household’s rules, plays along with the different roles she has been assigned. The coughing is derived from her prescribed condition of the typhus. 

All of Tommy’s choices led up to an engaging production of The Moors. Using the river banks to split the house and the moors was successful in giving the actors’ interesting shapes and diagonals to play with. This concept was most successful in one specific moment where Marjory sat in the moors while listening to Emilie’s song in scene four. This gave me a glimpse into what Marjory connects with when she is alone and not being bullied by Agatha. She was onstage for us to see, but no one in the house saw her because she was outside their boundaries of the house. On a technical level, making the house spin gives the audience an opportunity to experience the action from every angle. In my experience, audiences like to sit on the same side as the stage management booth because they think that it is the best view of the action onstage. Statler’s use of diagonals and room-spinning makes it so that every side of the audience gets to see Agatha glare outside her window. I think it is worth to mention that the height of the fireplace obstructed the view for a few seats, however I cannot say that it was Statler’s choice. Conceptually speaking, Silverman hints multiple times in the script that the ladies are in the same room for all of the house scenes, and it was not missed by the audience’s ear everytime Emilie mentioned it. Because the chair is the only moving furniture piece onstage (and center stage for most of the play), I felt hyper-aware of its placement. Each time the chair got reset was a physical reinforcement of Huldey and Marjory’s recognition of the room being a different room, yet still maintaining the same structure that Emilie recognizes as the same room from before. It also established the chair as a symbol of power and greatness. Huldey does not sit in the chair when she is with Agatha, but does sit in it when she is with Mastiff. Marjory does not use the chair when anyone is around her, but plays with it when she is with Emilie or by herself. When Emilie comes into the last scene completely transformed, her claim of the chair spoke towards her achievement of greatness and power through the moors. Again, this was possible because Tommy made the chair a primary reference for the audience’s recognition of the spinning of the house. I did ask some of my friends what they thought about the concept of the house, and to my surprise, I learned that some audience members had not noticed it at all. What could have contributed to this are the moments where a character would break through the moors and shatter the “house versus moors” illusion. If you had not noticed the leafy lighting texture on the floor, you would miss that the specific section was meant to be outside. Even if audiences did not recognize it, it still worked well on a functional level to get the audience to see all of the action onstage.

Moorhen’s death was unsettling as an audience member and made Huldey’s immediate entrance with an axe so much more suspenseful. Moorhen’s death was the first time in the play that the audience felt the time moving differently, so it was a bit jarring to see such fluid and choreographed movements between the two animals. This did, however, make the stop-and-go timing of Agatha’s death easier to understand because we have already sat through a death. By that point, the audience had already seen the flashing red lights and the slowed down movement from Mastiff and Moorhen. I had accepted this rule and suspended my disbelief when it came to the most important death. The concept to draw violence out as long as it can be actually excites me as an audience member. Violence onstage happens fast to the audience’s eye and is over before you know it. This stylized way makes it so that no one misses these important moments of the plot. The death of Agatha and metaphorical death of Huldey allowed myself to accept Emilie as the new lady of the house. Overall, Statler’s stylistic conception of Silverman’s story was a success in the Hallberg Theatre. He gave the audience an interesting way to see Silverman’s imagery-rich script with the layout of the house, each character’s interaction with the set, and their violence.

[parapluiepliant]

Polaris Con Panel Post - Part I

Hi peeps, mutuals and followers!

 Last weekend, Eliza, Tati and Tasya were in Frankfurt attending Polaris Con. For all those of you who are interested and/or couldn’t be there, I have made some notes and written them down in two posts.

 Before you start reading, I want you to be aware that I tried my best to write everything down. However, being not a machine, I might have missed a few things.

Most of the time, I’ve only written down the most important parts of the answers that were given. Therefore, the bullet points are always a paraphrase to some degree. Yet, I tried to be as close as possible to the intended meaning.

Also, take into account that I am not a native speaker.

 For the panels: Any information that is interesting in regard to season 3, 4 or 5 are bolded.

In-between, you will find either some additional description or side notes that are more or less of personal nature. You can read it or leave it. It’s your choice.

Tagging specifically @slayyourdemonstogehter @alexthedevil @insufficient-earth-skills @echoxbellamy and @istilldothiseveryday because they asked me to or had questions that might be hopefully answered with that post.

I hope you enjoy it and without further ado, the Polaris Con Panel Post - Part I!

Expect Part II tomorrow.

 Polaris Con – Friday and Saturday

Friday, June 2nd:

 After using the Autobahn appropriately (damn you, traffic jam!), I finally got to meet @forgivenessishardforus (Sam) and @stardust-blake (Hana) in Frankfurt.

[side note: is it just me or does it really feel weird to ‘know’ people from online chats/fandoms and then meeting them for the first time in real life?]

 All three of us agreed that the organisers of the con and their organisational skills are more than questionable at this point; a fact that that will unfortunately stay true in the next two days.

To tell the full story here would take too long.  

 Anyway, we still had a tiny bit of hope that we can get at least a partial refund when we appear at the venue. [side note: Bob had to cancel, so getting our money back for the Meet & Greet should have been a given, right?]

 Registration started at 2pm and took rather long for the handful of people waiting outside. One of the reasons might have been that almost everyone wanted to have some clarification about the ridiculous rules and the vouchers they got; vouchers for things that were bought beforhand but were no longer available due to guest cancellations in masses.

 Surprise surprise, we didn’t get our money back, so we had to settle for something different. Whereas Sam had (wisely) chosen to continue her travel through Europe and to visit friends instead of going to the con, Hana and I were determined to make the best out of it.

 After accompanying Sam to the nearest train station (and my heroic deed to stop the train before leaving and getting several times yelled at by the train driver in the process), Hana and I went back to have our vouchers exchanged for another Meet & Greet (for which we had to pay additionally money due to the price difference).

 Apart from a self-made poster depicting the dropship, a button, the photos we were allowed to use for collecting our signatures, and our pass, we got a DIN5 paper with the schedule. However, said schedule would be proven to be incomplete the next day.

  Saturday, June 3rd:

 10 o’clock and no opening ceremony as scheduled. Later on, we were told that the chauffeur didn’t know where the location for the event is. Eliza as well as Tasya grabbed the first taxi of which they could get a hold of, being the determined and initiative women they are.

 Their duo panel (the only duo panel for the whole weekend!) took place some time past 11am instead of 10.30am with delay being a recurring theme the whole day.

 Eliza and Tasya’s panel:

 -         Eliza and Tasya were irritated that we didn’t have a moderator.

-         Eliza: In the finale, preparing Bellamy was Clarke’s way to deal with her knowledge about the radiation poisening, being convinced that she is likely to die because of Abby’s vision.

-         Eliza would like to play Murphy because of his complicated character.

-         Tasya would like to play Jasper because she is impressed by the character and his development throughout the seasons.

-         Eliza: Richard has a Murphy playlist to which he listens to everytime he has to shoot a scene; Eliza herself doesn’t have one but always wanted to create one.

-         On the day when they were shooting the scene of Azgeda marching on Arkadia, Tasya listened to a Rihanna song on the radio on her way to the location. She channeled the energy into playing Echo that day.

-         Some fan asked Tasya and Eliza to enact a fanfiction on stage. After some time, they stopped because it was too long tho.

-         Tasya’s and Eliza’s favourite action sequence is the fight scene between Roan and Lexa.

-         Will Echo change during the time in space because of her confrontation with technology? --> Tasya thinks so. On Earth, there has been always danger of some sort, so Echo now has the chance to be a bit more “chilled out”.

-         How do you manage to hate or have a conflict with your friends on screen? --> Eliza: The moment you’re on set and in your costume, you’re getting into character and the actor’s true personalities isn’t really present in that moment.

-         Did Clarke draw back emotionally during the seasons and has found herself again in the season 4 finale? --> Eliza: yes, especially visible in the last scene.

-         Did Clarke adapt to the leaders around her? --> Eliza: Clarke did what she thought would be the most diplomatic thing to do, by finding a middle ground between them.

-         For season 5, Tasya is most excited about seeing “who is Echo at home” (due to the lack of enemies and life theratening fights). She thinks that it would be interesting to see a Grounder find to themself in space.

-         How will the characters develop in season 5? --> Eliza thinks that Clarke will have taken on a more maternal role in a small scale by keeping her and Madi alive. It will also have softened Clarke and uncomplicated her mind.

-         Tasya has the vision of Echo watering and taking care of plants, thus going into botany. Maybe she even teaches Raven to fight with a sword and Raven will teach her to do technical stuff. How the characters will develop and live together was actually a question Bob, Chris, Olivia, Richard, Lindsey, Chelsey, and her asked themselves and discussed for a time during the shooting of the spaceship scenes.

-         Any advice when you feel self-loathing and when you experience the feeling of coming short? --> Eliza said that whenever she felt to hit rock bottom, she went back to the basics by taking one step at a time instead of tackling the gigantic mission in front of her. This also includes to take small everyday steps like waking up, making breakfast, going out to take a walk, etc.

-         Eliza had made an audition tape for a movie 1 ½ year before she got the call for The 100. She didn’t get the role for the movie and had already forgotten about it, so she was surprised about the call she received for auditioning for The 100.

-         Tasya said that the universe sometimes simply conspires to reward you for your hard work and stamina. She had auditioned for different Grounders (among them Anya), but Echo was the one she finally got. Reading the script, she was instantly fascinated about Echo’s character.

-         What kind of tattoo would they choose for each other? --> Nutella jar.

-         Tasya has a secret vault for Nutella in her trailer.

-         Which Pokémon would you be?: Eliza doesn’t know Pokémon well, so she would be the “yellow guy” (Pikachu) and fans suggested that Tasya could be Vaporeon (?).

-         If they could have 3 clones, how would they be called and which skills would they have? --> Eliza: 1.Ya 2.As 3.Queen; cooking, cleaning, fighting // Tasya: 1.The Good 2.The Bad 3.The Ugly; ninjas

-         Clarke met Madi on her travels and picked her up along the way.

-         Eliza prefers to get to know people first before giving any general advice.

-         With whom would you like to switch your life? --> Both: Jessica Harmon

-         The bear story (https://twitter.com/tasyanews/status/871139299483279361)

 The next panel was Tati’s. Here, Hana and I were a bit late because Tati’s panel for Saturday was missing on the schedule and we were getting our autograph from Chad Rook. [side note: no one really knew why he had been there but it’s likely that the Dreams Con was mingled with Polaris; and the only attendee left for Dreams Con was Chad apparently whereas the rest had cancelled. Either way, he is a cool guy and most of us felt bad for him because so many people didn’t know him and thus didn’t know what to ask during panels]

   Tati’s panel (just for the record: Tati is a literal ray of sunshine!):

-         Favourite Disney Movies: Hercules and Atlantis

-         Favourite Disney Song: Colour of the Wind

-         Personalities that inspire her: Gandhi and Cleopatra, the 7th

-         With whom did you get along the best with: Tati is very close with Chai because he is “like a big brother” to her and she cried when Ilian died on screen. She is also very close with Nadia.

-         Who did you meet first on set? --> Chai

-         With whom would she like to have (had) more scenes: Ian and Isaiah because they “bring a lot your way”, as well as Zach and Lindsey. She bonded the most with Chai.

-         How is it to work with Adina? --> Tati said that Adina is someone who “gets shit done” and as much as she jokes on Twitter, the more so she does in person. Adina is an awesome person overall.

-         Something you wish you knew before becoming an actor: how to do social media. Tati wants to talk to all her fans but doesn’t know how to reach them the best way.

-         She likes karaoke a lot and her favourite songs to sing are “iSpy” by Kyle, “Dear Prudence” by The Beetles and “Let it be” (Across the Universe Version)

-         Does she have a playlist for Gaia: “Rise” and “Weary”, each by Solange

-         For season 5, Tati hopes that Gaia will fight for her belief as she is the face of the tradition now. She added that there are “great things ahead”.

-         It was amazing to work with Adina. She is like a mother to her.

-         Gaia is jealous of Octavia when it comes to her mother but respects her at the same time for the way she managed to become close to Indra. A part of Gaia wants all of them to get along and to find a way to bring them together.

-         She wanted her mother’s love and seeing it going to someone else is heartbreaking for Gaia.

-         Tati hopes and thinks that something will happen between Madi and Gaia in season 5 due to their current roles as nightblood and flamekeeper respectivelly. Considering Gaia, Tati thinks that she will want to have another commander because Octavia has been chosen against/not in accord with their tradition and belief. Therefore, Madi might be the chance for Gaia to make things right again.

-         Tatis’s favourite Behind the Scenes took place during the filming of 4x08 when Kane, Jaha, Monty and Indra tried to get into the bunker and met the Azgeda guards. It had been 2am, it was freezing cold and everybody was delirious (especially Chris and Isaiah), and everyone was stepping on Indra’s long cloak so they had to do a lot of retakes.

-         Did you watch The 100 even before you got the role: yes, but only season 1. She watched it during her 1st year in college and loved it but wasn’t a huge fan. Later on, she binge-watched it tho.

-         Tati recommended to go to LA for doing animation arts or performance arts. NY would be better suited for artistic people because the culture there is more diverse and appreciative of it.

-         What would Gaia study if she lived today: Theology, Ancient History and Anthropology.

-         Asked for a crossover with The 100, Tati answered Supernatural.

-         What does Tati think of Lexa? --> She loved Lexa (for being focused and for her elegance) as well as Alycia.

-         What kind of roles would you like to play in the future? --> Anything that is completely different to her personality. ‘Rent’ would be a musical dream.

-         Tati thinks that social media is supposed to connect people with another but most of the time, people put up a façade. Social media has its good as well as its bad sides to it.

-         With whom will you be working more in season 5? --> Tati doesn’t know. However, she hopes to work more with Ian and Isaiah. She would have liked to have more screentime with Zach, Chai and Nadia (who is like a sister to her) if they hadn’t died. It is likely that she will have more scenes with Octavia and Indra.

-         Party tricks? --> Not really because she is socially awkward.

-         If she could choose who would she like to play in The 100, Tati would also love to be Roan, Jackson or Monty.

-         If you could, with whom would you like to have a fight scene: Roan would be “epic”. In a Roan vs Gaia fight, Gaia would win tho as she was trained by Indra.

-         Tati’s favourite book is ‘The Alchemist’ by Paul Coelho because it helped her out of a dark place and gave her a new purpose.

-         If Jasper had been your friend, would you have stopped him: Tati told us that she had a friend that committed suicide. She said that she would support that person in any way she is able to. Yet, she wouldn’t hold that person back if they really wanted to go peacefully because everyone had to decide for themselves how to live their life. She cried watching the scene with Japser and was amazed by Devon’s acting because he thinks everything through.

-         Does she do her own stunts: she does and loves to do them. She might also have more stunts next season.

-         Who would she choose to kill off in the show if she could: for Gaia it is Roan; for her, no one as it is not in her nature to want people dead.

-         Favourite type of vacation: beach trip

-         What would Tati teach a nightblood? --> She strongly believes that children are the future. Therefore, she would teach them compassion and how to defend themselves emotionally, mentally, verbally, and physically. For her, learning doesn’t and shouldn’t be seen as a chore. Because “the world is your classroom”, one should go out and make their individual experiences. There is nothing to be afraid of. Life and learning is a path with no right or wrong. Beauty is in everything if you look at it and her childlike fascination is in that regard helpful to her.

-         Advice for Gaia (or the other way round): Bent but don’t break.

-         Tati’s comfort food: Bin Bin rice crackers and macarons.

  After the lunch break,......

 Eliza’s panel:

 -         Which Hogwarts House: Eliza doesn’t know. (“Is there a test?”) Fans told her that she might be a Hufflepuff.

-         Do you know any words in Trigedasleng? --> the typical ones, followed by saying “Yo gonplei ste odon.”

-         Eliza had to learn the Trigedasleng dialogue Clarke recites before taking the Flame on the spot because it was added in the last minute. Zach, Tasya and Marie are really good in speaking Trig in contrast to her.

-         Favourite song: ‘Elusive’ by Scott Matthews; She has one line of the lyrics as tattoo (“my destiny lies in the hands that set me free”) (https://twitter.com/dailyejt/status/871866581797789697)

-         Favourite Colour: depends on mood; usually blue because of the ocean, or red.

-         Favourite episode of season 4: acting-wise the finale; it was their strongest episode yet and they all had a lot of fun with the script. With the helms, it was tough and crazy to interact with each other, so it was more lip reading than anything else.

-         Would you prefer space or the bunker? --> Eliza is terrified of space as well as claustrophobic; Clarke would love to go to space tho.

-         She would love to play Ilana from “Broad City”

-         Eliza is still in contact with Alycia. The last time they have seen each other was last year. They are missing each other most of the times due to their busy schedules.

-         Eliza’s greatest fear: being stuck in an elevator

-         Eliza’s greatest joy: her friends and family because she doesn’t get to see them often

-         Thumper was one of the hardest things she has ever done

-         A fan asked about her school project in Thailand: the project is going well thanks to the donations but it is still hard. Seeing the whole community come together to help is amazing.

-         Favourite scene of season 4: the radio scene because Clarke is now closer to her age. It also offers a calmer and more hopeful Clarke.

-         According to Eliza, Bellamy and Clarke gained back the respect they had for each other in season 1 and 2, being allies. It was also good not to have to yell at Bob all the time. (https://twitter.com/SourcesThe100/status/870991188647661568)

-         The audition for Thumper took place 1 ½ year before the movie began filming. She got the call for Thumper after they finished season 2. She had some workshops with the director in preparation for Thumper.

-         For the Netflix original “Christmas Inheritance”, she was simply asked.

-         In a real life action movie of Sailor Moon, she would like to play Sailor Moon because she could finally have those long pigtails.

-         She would like to play the Schuyler sisters in Hamilton.

-         How are the different relationships going to look like after the time jump? A lot will have changed.

-         About Thailand food, she thinks that Pad Thai is “noodle extravaganza” and she likes to drink coconuts.

-         She loves Thailand for the wonderful nature and the incredible, loving and lovely people. When she leaves Thailand after her visits, she comes always home with a different sense of what is important.

-         What could Eliza and Clarke learn from each other? Clarke could teach Eliza how to delegate, and Eliza could teach Clarke how to crack a joke ot two.

-         Eliza quit school in 10th grade because she was already working as an actress.

-         Eliza said that she would like to have more scenes with Lindsey.

-         When asked about her favourite ship, Eliza said that “she doesn’t do the shipping”.

-         About the 6 years+, Eliza said that Clarke tried to but couldn’t get in touch with her mother. Eliza gathered that Bellamy and Clarke had decided off screen that Bellamy would be in charge of the radio on the Ark ring.

-         The red streak of hair is related to Clarke’s disconnectedness.

-         The best present fans have given her was the adoption certification of a whaleshark.

-         Have Madi and Clarke a mother-daughter or a sibling relationship? Mother-daughter. Clarke might be taking on from her mother but definitely more Grounder and earth skill lessons due to their life circumstances.

-         Eliza is excited that she doesn’t have to wear a wig for season 5.

-         Favourite movie: “Almost Famous”; She is obsessed with the 60s/70s and loves Penny Lane.

-         Eliza loves the old Batman movies.

-         Playing a villain would be really cool because she never got to play one but being a bit of both (good and evil) would be fantastic.

-         Does Clarke have a sense of self? --> In season 5 for sure. Before, there was too much going on for Clarke to concentrate herself on developing a sense of self.

-         What would you do if Jasper was your friend? She thinks that it is a “loaded question” but Eliza would try to stop him. In case that she wouldn’t have succeeded, she would try to understand their motivation and hope that they are now at peace.

-         What would she have liked to know about social media before she became an actress? --> She would have liked to be mentally prepared for it because no one really tells you how it can affect you. There should be some sort of preparation, especially for young girls who can get messed up by being exposed to the public eye. It can be very invasive and it feels like they take a piece of you without permission.

-         Eliza likes the American Footbal League and sees Calden as her team. Being in Vancouver, she recently got into hockey as well.

-         Eliza doesn’t like to talk about Lexa’s death. It brought a love to many people and it’s better to celebrate the good things that came out of it.

 After the panel, it was our turn to get autographs of Tasya and Tati. However, the queue was too long and Tasya’s panel was about to start, so the organisers decided to hand out numbers so that people wouldn’t have a disadvantage for the second queue after the panel (needless to say that we never came back to use the numbers in any way).

 Tasya’s panel:

 -         Tasya does some of the stunts herself, for example the fight scenes. She actually signed up for archery lessons because she still doesn’t know how to do it and had to rely on a director on set who practices archery as a hobby. She joked that you can never know how you might need that skill in space.

-         If Echo would meet herself, they would fight each other.

-         Tasya would teach Echo how to love other people. Echo could teach Tasya how to be strong and to stand her ground.

-         Are there other projects she will stare in? --> Tasya will be part of the show “Travellers” that starts shooting in 2 days (so basically on Monday; one of the reasons she had to leave early on Sunday)

-         Favourite scene: The scene when Roan cauterizes his wound. Not only Roan and Echo, but also Zach and Tasya tried to figure each other out that day. Tasya also tried to figure out how long Echo and Roan might have known each other. For that scene, the director also gave Tasya a word of action/an operative word to help her acting in that scene. The word itself was “seduce” (Roan into wanting power).

-         Her resolution for 2017 was to stop eating anything that was made with palm oil because of all the damage that is done for retrieving it. Getting to know that Nutella has stopped using it made her really happy.

-         Tasya is part of an organisation against human trafficking called ‘Unslaved’. After being part of a film about that topic, it was important for her to get people to talk about it without being afraid of it. It is more than important to raise awareness, stop it and help those who are threatenend to become part of the system as well as those who are left alone with their experiences.

-         She got to know about her season 5 contract around the time of her birthday in February and had to stay tight lipped all the time. She was actually quite nervous during the negotiation process.

-         About who she thinks might end up together in space, Tasya joked that Echo might probably end up with Monty. A bit more serious, she added that she doesn't think Echo would stick with one of them for the whole 6 years.

-         Echo is pretty quiet and watchful in space and Tasya is curious about how Emori and Echo will adapt, given that they are Grounders.

-         Tasya doesn’t know about Echo’s sexuality, same as Echo because her duty to protect the king was the only thing that actively occupied her thoughts.

-         What would she do if Jasper would be her friend: Tasya would talk him out of it. She said that it’s a tough question and that she thinks that people respond to love which reminds people to keep fighting.

-         Whereas Chelsey and Lindsey enjoy to work out, Tasya prefers Yoga and Boxing to stay fit.

-         With whom would you want to be friends? Octavia because of her pissy attitude as well as Raven because she gets shit done and because Tasya likes her strength.

-         Asked about a possible romantic involvement between Roan and Echo, Tasya said that she believes that it was more of a “hairpulling thing” between them, stemming from their childhood days. However, given more time it might have had potential to develop into something more. In this time frame that was shown on screen, Echo and Roan were not romantic.

-         Favourite colour: purple

-         About Echo’s position within the Azgeda military, Tasya said that between season 3 and 4, Echo was promoted by Roan. Yet, she was always a spy and the most trusted by Azgeda royalty.

 Tasya and Tati autographs, the second try:

I told Tasya that it is really sad she has to leave early on Sunday. She said that she was actually thinking about not attending Sunday at all but decided against it. I mean, she has to take a flight on Sunday to be ready for filming “Travellers” on Monday and still decided to stay for at least a few hours?! That needs to be honoured with a hug! And so I came to hug Tasya (who looks like an actual model and I might stan her now for several reasons...don’t judge me!). All in all, everything went pretty fast so I didn’t get the chance to ask anything.

 Tati was a little adorable sunshine! I asked her how she likes it so far and she told me that she was really happy, said that it is her first convention and she likes it a lot so far. Another thing I asked her was if the Flamekeeper tattoo had any symbolism or meaning behind it. Tati answered no, at least as far as she knows. The most important thing was the middle of it showing the Second Dawn symbol.

 I know that Hana asked them some questions as well but I cannot for the live of me remember what it was. :/

 So far, so good. Saturday is almost over. Let’s see what Con-Sunday brings.

[askthecastofprojectaci]

(( Question for the mun!!! What inspired you to make your ocs for this blog?? Also just wanted to say I love your ocs on this blog and ur other one :D ))

(These are actually a few separate stories so get your hats on this’ll be a minute

A.C.I. - I made A.C.I. when i realized I had not ever made a robot character. I initially designed her as an over protective robot named Evie who who kill for her creator...but she eventually mellowed out as a character and became this A.C.I. She hasn’t changed much after that.

Marcus- I needed to design a creator for A.C.I. and i didn’t wanna do the stereotypical nerd design.Eventually i just let my hand go and created the stubborn, idiotic, yet loveable Marcus! The fact that he looks like a fusion of markiplier and lucas was purely accidental as was the name choice.

Alexis- I wanted marcus to have a best friend so i started thinking. Who ever it is needs to have a contrasting enough personality from him. That’s when I came up with the logical straight man Alexis. Her and Marcus’ friendship is based on me and my best friend. We are very different people and have very different opinions on things but we care about each other to death.

Sophie- Sophie just kinda popped up when I decided to try and draw someone with a different body type. Initially I wanted her to have a different hair color everytime you saw her...but no. just...not gonna happen. She’s not changed too much since her creation. She’s always been an artsy sweety pie.

Mr. Particle Matrix and Wogic- Both of these characters were created by a good friend of mine who thought the ideas would work. He had the idea of an evil rodent brain in a jar trying to take over and let me use it. Wogic is a little foggy in my memory but he was named after I failed to pronounce the word logic right.

That’s all I’ll get into for now. Thanks for asking, and your character is absolutely adorable!)