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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 9 months ago

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It's Time To Face Reality

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Princess!Reader

Word Count: ~2.7k

Warnings: kidnapping, angst

Summary: You find the courage and strength inside yourself to be the hero for once. With everything over and done with, you have no choice but to go back to your old life and leave the one person who made you feel so alive.

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“Whatever move you’re going to make, follow through with it. If you’re ever in a situation where you don’t feel safe, the best thing you can do is follow through. If you give them a single spark of weakness, they will strike where it hurts.”

“Ben, I got it. Now punch me,” you grin.

“You’re trouble,” he chuckles.

Ben continues to teach you how to defend yourself if you ever find yourself in a situation where your life is threatened and Ben isn’t there to protect you.

You roll your head to the right and crack what you can to work out the kinks. James had you moved to one of the back bedrooms while they figure out what to do with you. The clock ticking is the only thing you can hear inside the room, reminding you that you have five more hours until they cut off one of your limbs. You’re not sure if they’ll really do that but Ryder is eager to cut into something.

Your arm is getting numb from the way they’ve tied both behind your back. If you don’t escape now, you’re going to suffer a lot. Fuck this. I’m not going to be a damsel in distress. You’re not going to wait to be rescued when you can do it yourself.

Ben taught you better.

Calliope and Elliot arrived in America as soon as they could. They traveled with Kylen and two other guards for their own protection. Spencer tries not to let their presence scare him but it’s intimidating to know the girl he likes has such high security. Calliope hasn’t stopped crying which is understandable while Elliot holds a hard look in his eyes.

“Tell me you know where our daughter is,” Elliot says to Hotch.

“Your Majesty--”

“Please, Elliot. We’ll be spending a lot of time together.”

“Elliot, we’re doing everything we can to find your daughter before anything bad happens. We’re the very best team and we’re working hard.”

“I never wanted this for her,” Calliope cries.

“Your Majesty, James Volkov is the one who took Y/N,” Ben says.

“What can you tell me about him?” Hotch asks.

“His hatred for the Richmond bloodline goes deeper than Y/N. He broke into the palace when she was barely a year old and then again when she was six. It’s why we hired Ben to look after her. Even before I was Queen, he was obsessed with stealing from my family. He’s money and power hungry.”

“My mother was thinking of marrying James’ father even though he wasn’t from a royal bloodline. Our tradition that we’ve upheld for centuries is to marry another from a royal bloodline. He manipulated her into giving him more money than he deserved. Then, she met my father who made her realize what a disgusting person James’ family was,” Elliot explains.

Hotch sighs and looks at the table in thought. They hadn’t wanted to put James’ picture in fear that he’d hurt you earlier than he said he would.

You’re not going to give them the chance to.

After an incredible amount of patience and strength, you were able to get out of your binds. You might have bruising on your wrists from how hard the ropes were digging into your skin but that’s a price you’re willing to pay. You open the door slightly and see everyone huddled together in the living room. Macy is furiously typing on her laptop while the men are talking over one another, trying to keep their voices down.

“What are we going to do if they don’t send it? Are we really going to kill her?” Kellen asks.

“Whatever we have to do,” James says.

“They have our pictures,” Macy says. She turns the laptop to show all five of their pictures on the FBI website. “This changes things.”

“This changes nothing. Do you know how long I’ve evaded the law? We’re going to be fine. The Richmond family does not scare me.”

You’re not going to give them the opportunity to hurt you. You have to escape now. You close the bedroom door slowly and quietly before taking stock of what you have. What would Ben do if he was here? Ben. Spencer. Oh, Spencer. I hope you’re alright.

Spencer comes in with two water bottles and hands them both to the King and Queen of Yacleira.

“Are you going to pay the ransom?” Rossi asks.

“That bastard will not get a penny of my money,” Elliot says angrily.

“He has Y/N, honey,” Calliope says with tears in her eyes.

Elliot sighs as his resolve crumbles away.

“We’ll send them whatever they want.”

Penelope pulls up the email chain that James had used to send them a picture of you along with their ransom demand. Since there is an email attached to it, she can use this as a direct line to them.

“Do you think they’ll take cash? We could schedule a meetup,” Spencer says. “Make them bring Y/N as proof of life.”

Penelope sends the email off, getting another one minutes later.

“They refuse to meet up. They expect the entire thing to be deposited.”

“It’s not going to be easy sending that kind of money in a lump sum,” Hotch sighs.

“Ask them if they’ll take it in payments,” Rossi says.

Penelope sends the email and it’s not long until she gets one back. The emails are projected onto the big screen so that everyone can see their reply.

Only if you want your daughter’s fingers sent to the FBI as punishment.

“Hotch, we need to look at the area where her phone was last.”

“You’re right. Take Morgan, Ben, and Prentiss with you.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll bring her home to you,” Ben promises.

The four of them take a sleek black SUV over to the gas station where your phone was last pinged in. The gas station is on a desolate road heading out of town so it’s not busy. Whoever is working would have to remember you or the people you were with. Derek and Emily go inside to talk to the attendant while Ben and Spencer stay outside.

“You love her, don’t you?” Ben asks.

“I don’t know about love,” Spencer sighs. “All I know is that she’s the first girl in a long time to make me feel so… alive.”

“Yeah, I get it. I had that.”

“What happened?”

“I wasn’t quick enough.”

Spencer doesn’t pry knowing it must hurt to think about not being able to save the person he loved. Derek approaches the attendant who puts her phone down when she notices them.

“Hi, we’re agents Prentiss and Morgan with the FBI. We’re looking for someone we believe came through here.” He takes out a picture of you and shows her. “Have you seen this woman?”

“No.”

“They might have kept her in the car to prevent people from seeing her,” Emily whispers to Derek.

Derek takes out the pictures of Jacob and James and shows her.

“Have you seen these men?”

“Yeah, they came through late last night. They were with two other men and a woman. The woman stayed outside and got gas but the four men came in.”

“Can you describe any of them?” Emily asks, taking out her notepad.

“The woman had short, cropped hair. Red, I think. One of the men had a Justin Beiber haircut with piercings on his lip and eyebrow, and another man had tattoos up and down his arms. Big muscles.”

“Did you notice anything strange about them?”

Spencer walks inside with Ben as the attendant is talking to Derek and Emily.

“They were talking in a language I didn’t recognize. Clearly, they were pissed about something. They practically threw the cash at me when they paid.”

Emily notices a camera placed on the ceiling behind the young woman facing toward the front door and the cash register.

“Does that camera work?”

“Yeah. The owner wanted to get one after the fifth time someone came in trying to steal something.”

“May we look at the footage from last night?”

“Be my guest.”

She moves out of the way so that Spencer can work the cameras. The TV is small and grainy but the camera is good quality so the picture is clearer than the normal CCTVs. Late last night, a large SUV pulls into the gas station and pulls up to one of the pumps. The car is obstructed due to the pump they pulled into and the way the camera is angled. However, the passenger window is shown just enough to see you resting your head against the glass with your eyes closed. They must have drugged you to prevent you from getting away.

The woman gets out of the car and starts pumping gas but she is out of view of the entire frame. Four men walk inside the gas station and try their best not to show their faces on the camera. Either they knew this place only had one camera or they’re paranoid at every place because they might have cameras.

Like the attendant says, they throw the money in her face and leave as fast as possible just as the woman with the red hair finishes with the gas. They all get into the car and peel out as fast as possible. The camera isn’t wide enough to see past the road for a few feet, but Spencer sees the direction they went in.

“Do you have any idea where these guys might have gone?” Derek asks.

“I’m not sure. Like I said, they didn’t speak any English.”

“Is there anything out here?”

“Yeah, the old Garrison farm a few miles up the road. Take a right out of here and it’s literally the first road you see off to the right. It’s a dirt road. They didn’t like many people visiting but the property is a hundred acres give or take a few.”

“Thanks.” They leave the gas station and head back to the car. “Do you think they took her there?”

“Only one way to find out.”

“You don’t think… You don’t think they hurt her, do you?” Ben asks.

“Only one way to find out,” Spencer answers regretfully.

He hopes you’re okay and if you’re not, alive.

You go to the window that’s not boarded up and open it only to be met with a mesh screen. You push on it but there isn’t any give. They might have glued it or did something to prevent it from being kicked out. You look around the room and see clothes hung up in the closet. Clothes that are on wire hangers. You take one of the hangers and bend it until the metal snaps in two. Now you have a sharp side.

You walk back over to the mesh covering and stab it with the sharp end of the hanger. It takes a bit of strength on your part but if you keep at it, you’ll have created a big enough hole for you to jump through. Thankfully, this farmhouse is only one story so you’re not worried about breaking a leg. You’re so focused on creating the tear that you don’t hear the bedroom door open.

“Hey!”

You look behind you to see Kellen standing there with a shocked look on his face. You toss the metal to the side and tear the rest of the mesh with your hands. Just as you fit your leg through it, he pounces on you.

“Let go of me!” you shout loud enough to alert the others.

You fall forward onto the ground so that the only part of you still in the house is your right leg. Kellen has a death grip on your leg but you’re not giving up.

“Guys! Help! She’s escaping!”

You jerk away from him only to use every ounce of strength you have to kick him in the face. He falls back with a shout of pain, letting go of your leg. You fall to the ground but scramble to your feet as soon as you can. You take off running anywhere that’s not this farmhouse. The front door slams open and all five of them filter out of the house in a panic.

“Find her! Bring her to me!” James yells loudly.

You almost trip over the rocks but you keep running until you can’t see the farmhouse anymore.

“You can run all you want, princess, but we’ll find you. You won’t like what happens when we do!” Jacob shouts.

It’s so dark outside that you’re not sure where you’re going but that’s not going to stop you from running. Thankfully, you can see the trees so you’re not smacking into them. Your heart is racing at the thought of being caught. What if there is nothing around for miles? Are you really going to keep running without knowing what’s out there? What if you’re in their domain and there are more dangerous people out there?

No, don’t think like that. Your lungs are begging to relax and your legs are burning but you won’t stop running. In the distance you see headlights, and being there is a lot better than being with James. You run toward them in hopes that whoever is behind the wheel is friendly. You push through the thick shrubs and fall to the ground right in front of the car. It screeches to a stop before it can hit you, and you put your hand up to block the bright headlights.

“Please, help me.”

“Y/N!”

All four doors open and four people come clambering out of the car. You look up and see two familiar sets of eyes looking back.

“Spencer? Ben?”

“We’re right here. You’re safe now,” Ben says.

“They’re out there looking for me right now. There’s a farmhouse up the road.”

“Come on.”

Spencer and Ben help you into the back of the car just as Emily and Derek get back in the front. They turn the headlights off and lowly trek back to the farmhouse while still staying in the shadows. Derek and Emily get out while Ben and Spencer stay in the back with you. You faintly hear Derek call for immediate backup, and you lean your head on the headrest tiredly.

Spencer looks at you and wants to apologize but nothing comes out. You’ll have time to reconnect later. Backup comes quickly which is enough to arrest all five individuals involved. They’re brought back to the BAU where you discover your parents are. Your mom and dad run over to you, and you run into their arms with tears streaming down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry for leaving,” you cry. “I didn't mean for all of this to happen.”

“We’re glad you’re okay, baby. You’re safe now,” your mom says.

The paramedics met you at the BAU to assess your injuries which are minor. You were treated for your bruised wrists and the small cuts on your face from the branches. You and Spencer stand off to the side while your parents are with Ben, Kylen, and the rest of the BAU.

“I’d like to take all five of them back to Yacleira if possible. They will face Yacleiran justice,” Elliot says.

“Of course,” Hotch nods. “Interpol will be notified of this as well.”

“I’ll call my contacts,” Emily offers.

You look at your parents and sigh sadly. You know what’s coming next. They know you’re here and it’s not like they will leave without you. You’re old school. They won’t break tradition for you.

“I’m sorry for keeping this a secret from you.”

“No, don’t be. I shouldn’t have left.”

“Spencer, I can’t stay here. My parents will be taking me back to Yacleira where I’m to marry Prince Henry of Vosharia. I thought… well, I thought I was the type of girl who could have what everyone else had. It doesn’t matter anymore, I guess.”

“It’ll always matter.”

“Not to someone like me.” You pull Spencer in to kiss him, and he kisses you back like it’s the last kiss you’ll ever share. Maybe it will be. The thought breaks your heart. “No matter what happens, Spencer, you were the best thing to ever happen to me.”

You look at the briefing room and see both your parents watching you and Spencer. He hates to see you walk out of his life but what can he do when the King and Queen of Yacleira calls back their Princess?

He stands on the side and lets it happen. What’s a man like him going to be able to provide for a woman like you?

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vexwerewolf · 11 months ago

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Do you think IGF is a good module to introduce Lancer as a game and setting to people who've never heard of it?

At first I was leaning towards yes because I thought the remote setting would allow the player characters to know little of the wider world and discover it at their own pace.

Like, if a player asks me what Union is, instead of trying to compress their whole history I could say "it's this big supernational government that rules most of humanity. To hear them, they're bringing a post-scarcity utopia to the stars, but in practice what you've seen of them is the free Omninode at the center of Calliope and the carrier that defends it. You've also heard they have a representative on the Icebreaker"

Except that Calliope has its own heap of lore, and I'm starting to think it just might not be a good fit for a quick introduction.

Not to be too self-promotional, but... yes! I think IGF can be a good module to introduce players to the game with.

I don't necessarily think a setting "having a lot of lore" is a serious problem. You just summarized Union in a paragraph. Calliope's essential lore can be summarized the same way.

"A stellar cartography mission mistakenly marked the system as having two paradise worlds, sparking a gold rush as various factions scrambled to colonize it. Unwilling to admit their mistake when they found it barren, several corporations tried and failed to make it profitable, eventually abandoning it or going out of business. Three hundred years down the line, it's a crummy backwater on the fringes of galactic civilization, paying host to all manner of outcasts, fugitives and ne'er-do-wells - including you. It's not much, but it's home."

You can reveal the setting's lore as you run through the campaign. You don't need to dump it on them all at once, unless they ask for it, in which case they're engaged and that's an absolute win.

#lancer #lancer rpg #lancerrpg #lancer-rpg #in golden flame

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cringefail-clown · 2 years ago

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there are many things that are still under ??? tab when it comes to turnabout au but one of the biggest ones is if caliborn and calliope should be swapped as well. on the one hand i'd be a huge pain in the ass because it'd completely change the whole narrative and how the events of homestuck play out - instead of caliborns bending the timeline through sheer power of will to suit his narrative and ensure his own arrival it'd have to be more... subtle, tiny moments that have the butterfly effect of making calliope come on top. going with her classpect as the muse of space, she'd more likely be inspiring certain events opposed to head-to-the-brickwalling it through the narrative, for example perhaps Alternia started as this utopian fever dream curtesy of feferi being the empress in the post-scratch universe, but as the time went by things would keep not going right, maybe the alternian trolls, changed by meddling from doc scratch, wouldnt take too eagerly to the idea of caring about those lower on the hemospectrum, maybe feferi would start to feel paranoid about the coming of the next fuchsiablood, thinking that her idea of how to run the place is the only right one, ultimately sending her down the path of quietly getting rid of any fuchsia grubs being born. maybe this coming to the light would spark protests from people already tired of the cotton-candy coddling culture enforced on them, which would lead to her finally breaking and it spiraling into the brutal alternia that we know from the canon

what im trying to say is callies villany would be more like planting little seeds and waiting for the results. not everything would go exactly how she planned, but at the end of the day it'd lead to the same place - her winning the sburb game between the two cherubs. like in a game of chess - one perfectly executed move would open up five others leading to the victory. i honestly like this idea of a cold, cunning villain - cal was really fun in canon, but this version of calliope? downright meancing, a force to be reconed with. but as i said, it would be a shitton of work.

on the other hand, the idea of caliborn being the support character is so fucking hysterical to me im willing to jump through the hoops just to make that happen. like imagine the guy. imagine, instead of being this absolute trashbag of misogyny and toxic masculinity, he'd be more like the tumblr warriormale-esque dude. just aggresively suppotive of his little nuclear unit of a friend group. dave would have an absolute blast with this guy. im losing my mind just thinking about it

#mage of mind rambles #turnabout au #homestuck #calliope #caliborn #this concept just amuses me to no end

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ninibeingdelulu · 10 months ago

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A…date ? ✧

Plot: Your childhood friend ask you on a date.

A/N: @a-view-without-light-pollution I hope you’ll like it (I think it’s bad bc it needs more details but anyway) enjoyy xoxo.

From the first instant Zack showed up at your doorstep fidgeting like a hyperactive puppy, you could tell his normally boundless confidence was fraying hard at the edges.

All jittery hand gestures and flushed cheeks as he flashed those baby blues pleading silent messages.

"Heyy...uh listen, I was wondering if ya maybe wanted to, y'know, grab a burger with me later on?"

He finally blurted, scratching at those wild raven spikes crowning his head.

You arched an eyebrow, fighting back an adoring grin at how freaking adorable this human Golden Retriever was acting.

"Zack...we do that literally every other day already. Are you trying to ask me on an actual date here, mister SOLDIER Boy Scout?"

Brilliant crimson exploded across his chiseled features as a strangled noise escaped those plush lips.

He exhaled a shuddering breath, squaring those broad shoulders back as if preparing to charge into battle before nodding decisively.

"Yeah...I am. I really am asking you out on a legit date."

His glowing azure gaze caught yours with an intensity leaving you suddenly breathless.

"Getting all awkward about it won't do either of us any good though, right? Let's just keep it chill like always and have an awesome time."

That trademark sunny grin stretching dimples into those stubble-chapped cheeks was enough to melt anyone's reservations as you found yourself quickly nodding back.

"Definitely, Zack. Count me in - but I expect you to bring your flirting A-game!"

And bring it he did - that charismatic son of a bitch.

From snagging you a stuffed moomba at the carnival shooting range then refusing to relinquish you from under his arm for the rest of the night.

To dramatically serenading you with a botched rendition of "Starlight, Starbright" under the moonlit beach gazebo while passing tipsy couples howled laughter.

Everything felt so achingly, dizzyingly right.

Like this was the inevitable conclusion your lives together were always building toward...however unintentionally.

No more excruciating uncertainty or unrequited longing to agonize over. Just sinking into the warm, radiant glow of Zack's megawatt joy showering over you without restraint.

He was still unapologetically himself, of course. Full of wisecracks and theatrical shenanigans which only strengthened his magnetic charm in your eyes.

Yet now he'd occasionally stumble over his words or allow that velvet baritone to dip into husky dulcet purrs specifically for your ears alone.

Or the way his fingers innocently grazed yours, fingertips sparking little zings of electricity jolting straight to your core while flashing those bedroom eyes assessing your reaction with ardent hunger behind half-mast lids...

All too soon, the carnival lights and jaunty calliope music faded into late-evening stillness encasing you both.

Scuffing boots through sleepy lamp-lit lanes back toward home feeling weightless and intoxicated simply from his nearness.

Drunk on that inexhaustible charisma surrounding you in Zack's personal aura like wafting summer bonfire warmth.

Occasionally lapsing into hushed stretches you leaned in savoring the tactile crackle between close-orbit bodies before erupting into fresh peals of laughter over some locker-room wisecrack.

Until sneaking hesitant sidelong glances revealed his features backlit golden in flickering streetlamp radiance...expression stilled into a look you didn't recognize yet always dreamed of receiving from Zack.

Pure unguarded open adoration emanating in his gaze like you were the only thing in existence worthy of such singular focus.

Your footfalls stopped on instinct, swallowing thickly as those eyes roamed across your face in hungry, aching sweeps you felt tingling upon your skin like physical caresses.

Until Zack closed the short gap separating you in an achingly gradual drift - telegraphing his intent with everything but his voice.

Calloused fingertips glided across your jaw up to cradle your cheekbone with searing gentleness utterly at odds with his rugged stature.

Zack's bottom lip trembled for just a fraction of an instant before your name exhaled from between them in a ravished whisper devoid of the usual bravado.

All you could do was nod mutely and reciprocate the blazing tenderness reflected back at him.

Until those vivid mako irises fluttered shut in blissful surrender...

And you tilted up on tiptoe to lay the whisper-soft pressure of your lips in a gossamer brush across the corner of his own chiseled, perfect mouth.

Just enough for Zack's entire musculature to go rigid as scorching fire flooded his chiseled features - every single one of those battle-hardened sinews vibrating on the verge of deliciously shattering apart at your featherlight touch.

A barely audible whimper sighed out from the deepest caverns of his broad chest before stormy cobalt eyes flew wide in helpless stupefaction.

You drank in every minute tremor and nuance rupturing across Zack's statuesque handsomeness for endless suspended heartbeats...committing the details to permanent memory.

Until finally smiling wider than you ever had in recollection while he just gaped at you in stunned bliss unable to formulate words.

Reality no longer mattered in that divine slice of infinity cradled between you.

Only the dawning awareness of irrevocable, undeniable intimacy blazed in those locked pools of swirling cerulean endlessly dazzling.

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utterlyvertigo · 6 months ago

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— | The Old Therebefore | —

————— Agatha Spoilers —————

Dear Marvel,

Fuck you for killing Alice.

Disrespectfully,

UtterlyVertigo.

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Here’s some sad Episode 5 content. ❤️❤️

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It was a blur, a terrible, horrible blur. Alice’s limp form had crumpled onto the ground, drained and devastated.

“We should have left her.” Jen sneered. Her body was warm with anger and she could almost her power pulsing in her, wrestling to break its bounds. Lilia stands stoic, her mind racing, anywhere but right there. “Stop being a bitch Jen!” Cassandra yelled, striding towards her, with pulsing energy in her hands, “FOR ONCE KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!” Her voice was hoarse, she’d been screaming. Cassandra looked at Jen, with a flurry of feelings. Anger, hurt, sympathy. She dropped her guard and walked off.

Agatha’s breathing was rapid and scared, and that was abnormal. “I couldn’t control it!” She begged. Teen stood there, shaking his head, “Don’t lie to me Agatha!” He was angry too, everyone was, everyone hated seeing that. Seeing poor Alice. Cassandra left the trial last, closing her eyelids, draping an eyesore of a patterned cloth over Alice. She also took Alice’s necklace. Something to bury, something to remember her by.

“Teen please, my mum is right! We can’t control it!” Cassandra pleaded, standing her place firmly in front of the hollow shell of Agatha. “We?” Lilia whispered, looking Cass up and down, almost in disbelief that the girl before her could drain magic with just as much cruelty as her mother. “You neglected to mention that.” Jen quipped. “I didn’t see it necessary to. And it isn’t necessary! Teen I promise you, we all loved Alice! You didn’t mean it, did you mum?”

Agatha remained hollow eyed and silent.

“Did you…?”

Agatha wasn’t given time to so much as open her mouth as a crackle of magic sparked from Teen. It was cobalt, bright and powerful, it made no sense. Until it did! “Billy?” Cassandra gasped. “Calliope.” The name came off of his lips like it was some kind of curse. “What’s he talking about? What do you know?” Blurs of questions came from the ensemble behind them. “Don’t hurt my mother, please-” Cassandra begged, but Agatha stopped her. “He’s just like his mother. He doesn’t listen to reason.” That didn’t stop Cass.

“I… trust you.” She said, holding her hand out. A truce, peace. “I trust you Billy. And so did Alice,” She added, “she trusted us all, and that trust was well placed. I know it was. If you just let us explain-”

Jen and Lilia took screaming Agatha by an arm each. Teen’s magic circled his hands, watching as Cassandra attempted to tug Agatha out of their grip. The blast of bright blue magic shot towards Agatha, still wrestling her way out, to no avail. She winced, worried, terrified that she might claim another body. But it never hit.

At least it never hit Agatha.

“No witch in their right mind will ever trust a Harkness. And that includes you, Cass, no matter what surname you take.”

The scream that escaped Agatha was gut wrenching, one only a mother could. The Road’s thick muddy floor quickly engulfed the scared and crying Cassandra. “You can be good! We can do this! We can be-”

Agatha was the next to fall, screaming and begging for forgiveness, she didn’t know her crimes in Salem, she control her crimes now.

“Did… we have to take the little one too, Teen?” Lilia asked, looking the boy in the eyes. His eyes were cold, his eyes were mean. Lilia and Jen felt the sharp pushback, and pleaded the same volume of forgiveness.

The crown formed over his head.

If Alice couldn’t survive, if Sharon was left for dead, why should they survive?

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RIP Alice Wu Gulliver

“Maybe the miracle was getting to spend just one moment with you.” - Taylor Swift

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sparksofcalliope · 11 months ago

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And the winner is...

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Sparks of Calliope is pleased to announce its 2024 nomination of “My Father Remembers” by Laurie Kuntz has been selected for inclusion in Pushcart Prize XLIX (2025 edition). Congratulations, Laurie! Read “My Father Remembers” in Sparks of Calliope here. In accordance with the contract provided by Pushcart Press, Sparks of Calliope and Ms. Laurie Kuntz will receive a copy of this edition of…

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childhood-seas · 4 months ago

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"Hello, Mortals!!! My name is Neolea, Goddess of Childhood and Protector of Innocence. "

"And I'm her loving wife, Nafdolo~"

"Just call us Neo and Naf for short!"

"Why did you want us to create this blog again, darling?"

"I thought it would be fun!!! All the other gods have blogs, I wanted one too!"

"Alright, let's go~"

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Neolea

Age: why do you wanna know?~

Role: Goddess of Childhood, Protector of innocence

Heritage: Hebe

Backstory: Hebe created me because she noticed children were maturing too fast! I exist to protect the innocence and spark of children.

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Nafdolo

Age: 28

Role: Siren, wife of Neolea (goddess of childhood).

Heritage: The Siren Calliope (sirenelope). My father was a drowned sailor.

Backstory: I don't need to tell you. This is private information.

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People we know!!!

@totally-penelope-and-not-a-siren - "my mother..."

@hebe-goddess-of-youth - "my mom!!!"

@destined-and-fate-for-greatness - "Piece of shit"

@taken-by-the-seas - "my younger brother"

DO interract:

EPIC blogs, PJO/Riordanverse blogs, Greek Mythology blogs, oc blogs from any Greek mythology extended universe, Anons, etc.

DNI: Transphobes, Homophobes, P*dophiles, money beggers, R*pists and anyone under this category. Also no NSFW blogs, I prefer not to interract with any blogs with explicit material!

Neolea and Nafdolo are NOT real gods, I'm just a writer and I apologize for any Hellenists who are offended by this blog, this is all made for fun and I do not mean to harm anyone when in or out of character!

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x3n0-lik3s-t0-dr4w · 4 months ago

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DAD!TUNNER AU (mostly a rant)

Yes! You read it right! In my AU, Tunner is a father of two, and a father figure of many. Many ask him for assistance if they feel unsafe; commonly because he’s a dad, but also because he’s a sheriff.

Tunner would do anything to protect his kids, even if it ended up putting him in a hospital.

[TW]: Hospitalization, Murder, Fire, and gory details in general (pls don’t report it for this- 😭😭)

One of those times Tunner was put in the hospital was when he was poisoned. He and a close friend were working on a case, involving one of the many people he was close with, His “daughter.” She was nearly killed on the way home one day, and she had 3 stab wounds to the chest. During the case; a shady person brought him and his friend a coffee, turned out it was poisoned.

Another time Tunner was put in the hospital—Was that he was shot twice while defending his kids from the shady person. He was shot once in the arm and one in the chest. They took his gun and shot him with it. His “daughter” took care of his actual adopted daughters; Euline and Elenor.

And recently, Tunner was hospitalized from his face and a good chunk of his arm burnt—Third degree that left scarring. There was a car that was leaking gasoline; and the transformer up above it was sparking. He ended up shielding his “daughter” from the fire—But they were both sent back where Tunner was knocked out with a concussion.

Because of the result of the explosion—Tunner had developed a fear of fire. He’s a lot more anxious now—But he’s able to do his job correctly.

Tunner unfortunately has panic attacks—And they’re commonly caused by flashbacks.

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Tunner is bisexual—Where he might be poly. He loves Jevin, but he also loves Calliope. (My friend’s Black. He’s a sweetheart 🥰)

He loves playing guitar—His Guitar has stickers from his kids.

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THANKS FOR LISTENING TO MY VERY LONG RANT HERE’S TUNNER’S DESIGN SO YOU HAVE AN IDEA

OH BY THE WAY YOU CAN ASK HIM NOW SO ASK AWAY :DDD

#sprunki #sprunki tunner #tunner sprunki #tunner #sprunki tan #sprunki au #sprunki headcanons #tunner x jevin #tunner x black

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moonmaiden1996 · 5 months ago

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The way you write is absolutely gorgeous! Could I request dionysus with another god reader? Someone like calliope?

I am still so heartbroken that we don't get to see what happens next, so I thought I would give us a glimpse. Please, please, please keep sending me requests. I enjoy them so much!

The Broken God

The city’s neon lights flickered like false stars, casting their artificial glow over the rain-soaked streets. Dionysus, once the god of revelry, now wandered alone, his feet dragging as they splashed through puddles. Olympus had closed its gates to him once more, but this time, it felt different. Final. Zeus had made sure to strip him of the very things that made him who he was—the fire, the ecstasy, the spark that drove him—and in their place, he was left with a hollow ache. He had tried so hard. So hard to show his father he was worthy, and what did he have to show for it? A dead cat and mother. He could still feel the blood on his hands and smell the burning honey.

His father was a monster who cared only for himself, and the only thing Dionysus had now was a half-filled bottle of water. It was the only gift Zeus had given him before casting him out—a passing gesture - nothing more than a token to remind him of the distance between them. He clutched the bottle as though it were his last tether to his old life, its weight dragging him down. Everything he had worked for—the wildness - the freedom—all reduced to this. Cowering and pathetic, if he had been any measure of a god, he would have dumped the contents onto the floor. But he couldn’t. Now, all he could do was drown his sorrows, and even that did nothing.

He stumbled into a side alley, the roar of the city a dull thrum in his ears. His designer jacket, once crisp and clean, hung off him like a drenched rag, clinging to his body as though it, too, couldn’t let go of the past. He didn’t know why he kept wandering, but he couldn’t stand still. The city pulsed with life, with the kind of chaos he had once thrived in—but tonight, it all felt so distant. The clubs roared just a block away, music and laughter spilling into the streets, but he didn’t have the heart to seek distraction.

He had tried. He had drowned himself in drink and wandered into parties, hoping the old thrill would return. But the wine tasted flat now, like ashes in his mouth, and no amount of music could fill the hollow inside him. Not anymore. Not even the thrill of men or women made him feel anything; he was numb.

From the shadows, you watched him, your heart aching with every step he took. You had always watched him, even at the height of his glory—when his name was spoken in joyous whispers and his wild laughter echoed through the hills. You, a goddess of forgotten places, the quiet moments lost between the noise, had loved him from afar for centuries.

You were small in the grand scheme of Olympus, guarding hidden courtyards and secret groves where few ventured, where mortals found solace when the world became too loud. You never sought the grandeur of temples or the devotion of many, and your name was barely remembered in the stories of gods. But that was fine. You lived in the moments that others forgot, in the peace they overlooked.

And then there was Dionysus. He had been everything you were not. Bright, radiant, alive in a way that made your heart ache. You had watched him from your hidden places, always content to admire from the shadows, believing he was too far beyond your reach. Until now.

Now, he was broken. Shattered by his father’s dismissal, discarded by the very gods who once revelled in his wild beauty. You couldn’t watch him suffer any longer.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped out of the darkness, your footsteps barely audible against the rain-slicked pavement. "Dionysus," you called gently, your voice a soft whisper amidst the city's relentless hum. It was the first time you had spoken his name aloud, and it felt like a secret finally released.

He stopped, turning his head towards you, his eyes clouded with confusion, then frustration. His breath hitched as he blinked through the rain, recognising you, but barely. "What do you want?" he muttered, his voice heavy, raw. His dark eyes flickered with the remnants of his anger, his disappointment. "Come to remind me of my failures? To watch me fall even further?"

Your heart clenched at his words, at the pain that bled through every syllable. You shook your head, stepping closer, though every inch felt like it took your courage with it. "No," you whispered, "I’m not here to gloat. I’m here because I care."

He scoffed, the sound bitter and sharp, his mouth twisting into a mirthless smile. "Care?" His voice was hoarse, filled with disbelief. "You barely know me."

You swallowed, moving closer until you stood just a step away, the rain glistening on your skin as the lights from the street cast a pale glow between you. "You’re wrong," you said quietly, your voice steady, though your heart raced. "I’ve known you for a long time. Longer than you realise."

Dionysus frowned, confusion flickering in his expression as he turned to face you fully, his jacket dripping with rain. "What do you mean?" His tone softened slightly, but suspicion still lined his words.

You hesitated, feeling the weight of all the years you had loved him in silence press against your chest. But you couldn’t hold back anymore. "I’ve watched you for centuries," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "From the first days, I’ve admired you. Not for the parties or the wild celebrations, but for who you are. The way you lift others, bring them joy… even when you’re hurting."

His frown deepened, and for a long moment, he didn’t speak. The rain fell between you, running down his face like tears he refused to shed. "You… loved me?" His voice was hoarse, barely believing the words as they left his lips. It was as if he couldn’t comprehend the idea of anyone loving him now, not when he was so far from the god he once was.

You nodded, your throat tight. "Yes. Always." The words felt fragile as they left your mouth, as though they could break under the weight of his sorrow. "I never thought I’d have the courage to tell you, but I can’t stand to see you like this. You don’t deserve this pain."

He let out a low, humourless laugh, his head falling back against the cold brick wall behind him. "Look at me," he muttered, his voice thick with bitterness. "The great Dionysus. Cast out, reduced to nothing. A god who can’t even make decent wine anymore." He huffed a bitter breath, clutching the bottle of water tighter, the only thing his father had given him. "This is all I have now. What could you possibly want with me?"

Without hesitation, you knelt beside him, your hands trembling as you placed them gently on his arm, the cold of the rain forgotten. "You’re not nothing," you whispered fiercely, your voice trembling with the depth of your emotion. "You are still you, Dionysus. You are the god who brings life and joy wherever you go. Your father’s cruelty doesn’t define you."

He stared at you, his wild, pain-filled eyes searching yours, as if looking for a reason to believe you. For a moment, you feared he might push you away, too hurt to accept what you were offering. But slowly, the tension in his body eased just a fraction, his hand loosening its grip on the bottle.

"And if I don’t know how to be anything but this?" he asked, his voice fragile, as if the world might break him at any moment. "The chaos, the wildness… it’s all I’ve ever been."

Your heart ached at the raw vulnerability in his words. "You don’t have to be anything right now," you said softly, your hand squeezing his arm gently. "Just be here. With me."

He looked at you, really looked at you this time, and something in his gaze softened. Slowly, cautiously, his fingers reached for yours, cold but steady, intertwining with yours as though he was afraid the moment might vanish.

"Thank you," he whispered, the words barely audible over the sound of the rain.

In that quiet, sacred moment, it felt as if the weight of his sorrow had lifted, if only just a little. The world outside the alley rushed on—cars speeding by, distant laughter from the clubs echoing down the street—but here, between you, there was peace. Your love, long-hidden, was no longer a secret. And Dionysus, the broken god, for the first time felt an unfamilar spark of warmth bloom within him.

#kaos dionysus #kaos show #netflix kaos #kaos netflix #kaos #dionysus x reader #dionysus #greek mythology #greek gods

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sky-byte2007 · 2 months ago

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“Flowers For My Darling Sky ”

[A small story of Jetfire preparing an anniversary gift for Sky-Byte. This chapter is Part 1 out of 2.]

[Author’s Note: Yay it’s finally out!!! I’m so happy to release this chapter preview for you all to see. Not gonna lie, I was (and still am) a bit nervous since this is the first time I’ve ever posted my writing onto a public forum such as this. Any critiques (good or bad) are welcome in the comments. Thank you and enjoy!]

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It was late at night when Jetfire finally decided to take a break. Leaning back in his chair, he rubs his worn out face with his servos. His optics, laced with tiredness, glance over at the lone window inside his laboratory where there was nothing but darkness and his own tired reflection. Iacon had gone to sleep hours ago, Jetfire, however, was still awake.

A couple vorns (give or take) after the war ended, Iacon underwent various reconstructive efforts to bring back what had been lost as collateral during the war. Institutions, libraries, hospitals, schools; all had been destroyed from constant fighting. Soon Iacon’s biggest institution was rebuilt, and Jetfire was lucky enough to get a job there as a scientist.

During that time, he ended up unexpectedly falling in love and marrying with a certain mech who he thought would be his worst enemy for eons to come:

Sky-Byte.

It was shortly after their fight with Tarn did they end up talking to each other. Not fighting. Talking. Eventually one thing led into another; a hangout became a date, a hug became a kiss, and so on and so forth until finally they got married. If there was one thing Jetfire could say for certain, it was that he wouldn’t trade Sky-Byte for the world.

His optics soon drift over to a framed picture sitting on his desk off to the side. A small smile graces his features as he gazes upon the still frame of Sky-Byte smiling. However what was really making him smile was the white wrapped up bundle Sky-Byte was holding against his chassis.

Calliope.

Their daughter. Their pride and joy who Sky-Byte had carried and brought into this world. Never had Jetfire ever felt this happy in a long long time. His life that had previously been felt so dark and bleak now had a shining spark in it, and that was his beloved conjux and their beautiful daughter.

A tired sigh soon slips from his intake as he runs a servo down his face, now turning his helm over to what appeared to be a metal container filled with dirt. Inside it looked to be the worn, wilted remains of a cluster of flowers. Flowers that Jetfire had desperately been trying to work on ever since he got back from Earth.

A look of frustration crosses his features before slowly turning into regret. This was supposed to be an anniversary gift for Sky-Byte in commemoration of one of their many trips they took together to Earth. Whenever they would go, Sky-Byte would get this light in his optics everytime they passed through Earth’s natural landscapes from the mountains to the seas.

Jetfire would notice the light in his optics glow brighter whenever they would come across any flowers along the way. No doubt it reminded him of home back when all the Predacons of Cybertron lived solely on small patches of once organic land that had long since been destroyed. Sky-Byte had told him once that he would probably never see a flower bloom again in his lifetime.

Jetfire, however, promised to himself that it wouldn’t.

So night after night, he would stay behind at his job to work on his promise in hopes of modifying them somehow to grow onto Cybertronian soil. He even travelled all the way to Earth just to pick out tiny seeds from the prettiest flowers he could find.

Hours were spent studying organic plant life as well as figuring out ways to modify their genetics and fertilise the hard, cracked soil of Cybertron. The soil had lost its nutrients long ago, so Jetfire had no choice but to synthesise them.

Despite his struggles, he did manage to make some progress, slowly managing to bloom a cluster of flowers that were as vibrant as stained glass. Apparently decaying liquid energon made great fertilizer for the plants. However, adding one drop too many would kill them instantly.

That was exactly what happened to those poor wilted flowers inside the metal container.

Jetfire’s expression falls further as he stares at the flowers, their petals that were once bright with various hues of pinks, blues, and purples were now a scathing brown like they had been dried up in the Rust Sea. He had been so close, so close to finally achieving his goal only for him to slip up at the last possible moment. It took him days, maybe even weeks, to fully create those flowers.

And now he was back to square one.

With their anniversary looming around the corner, Jetfire knew that he was running out of time. However failure was not an option. Jetfire had sworn to himself that his conjux would see a flower bloom again within his lifetime. There was no way he was going to go back on it now. With a newfound feeling of determination settling into his spark, he gets up and grabs his things to leave. He had stayed back late enough tonight for this promise.

Tomorrow he’d call up Perceptor to see if he could help out.

But for tonight, he was content with just going home to see his newfound, loving family.

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[Author’s Note: I kind of don’t like the ending of it to be honest but it’ll do. I just love my sillies.

Also for some reason my inspiration for writing this fic was when I was learning about agriculture in my AP Environmental Science class 😅. Go figure I guess.]

#sky byte #jetfire #jetbyte #transformers #ao3 fanfic #transformers cyberverse #ao3 curse here i come #lets fucking go #gay robots #i made this instead of sleeping

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