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theartofbeinganeldar · 5 years ago

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The Art of Being an Eldar: Legolas x Reader Chapter 4

Summary: After discovering that you were stuck in the fantasy world you had no recollection of, your memory was jogged after weeks of depression: this land was Middle-Earth. A council of wizards and Elves was summoned, and Thranduil expressed his wishes of wanting you gone. Elrond agreed to take you in and Gandalf was excited to share in his adventures with someone who knew nothing of the world, quite like a Hobbit, but you wanted to stay in Mirkwood, with Legolas and Tauriel, of which you'd made friends with. Legolas leaves in three days to locate the orcs who enroach upon Mirkwood's northern flank, and the council sees this as a chance for you to prove your worth. If you fail, you are to leave Mirkwood...

Chapter No.: Chapter 4

Key: [Y/N]=Your Name [F/N]= Friend's Name [B/N]= Bro's Name [S/N]= Sis's Name [M/N]= Mom's Name [e/c]= eye color [h/c]= hair color [s/c]= skin color

Notes: I want to thank all my readers for their feedback, likes, and reblogs! I'm only on Chapter 4 and all of you combined have made me feel really good about my writing. I've gotta admit, I was a little scared of going through with this multi-chapter fic at first, because while a few people really liked and enjoyed my stories on DeviantArt, they never got the reception The Art of Being an Eldar has. I just thought my writing sucked for the most part. Thank you all so much!

Warnings: Fluff, angst, graphic depictions of gore and violence (Cuz of orc battles y'know?), more angst, slow burn, some light depression in the first few chapters, some amnesia about Middle-Earth because the Valar say you're not supposed to have foresight, hard-core language, feels, lots and lots of feels, mentions of NSFW content, maybe some eventual NSFW content, LGTBQ+ characters, Thranduil being a jackass at first because he's fabulous, Legolas being a hot edgy prince that nobody can handle, Kili being an innocent bean, Hobbits being smol innocent beans, except for Bilbo 'cause he's been through some tough shit, Bard being dad of the year, Thorin being one dumbass boi, The fucking Silmarillion, awesome dragons, awesome Nazgul, awesome scenery, awesome stuff in general, Elrond isn't listened to by anybody, confused Aragorn is confused, Denethor's a bitch as always, brace yourself for creepy as fuck Cream of Wormtongue Grima Wormtongue, Boromir lives, Gandalf. (yes these are all legit warnings don't judge me.)

Pairings/Ships: Legolas x Reader, Legolas x you, Aragorn x Arwen, Faramir x Eowyn, Thranduil x Elvenqueen, Galadriel x Celery Celeborn, Boromir x OC, Thorin x OC, Fili x OC, etc. general LoTR standard shippings plus some of my own cuz I can't stand my boys being lonely

Word Count: I try to keep my chapters short, under 2000 words. Rating: Teen (14+) for now

"You what?"

Apparently Leggy didn't comprehend the concept of being accompanied by a suddenly Elvish human from another dimension.

With a sigh and a roll of your eyes, you repeated, "I said, I'm coming with you when you leave for your orc-hunting mission."

Legolas narrowed his eyes. "And who gave you permission to do this?"

"The council, that's who. So suck it up buttercup, I'm coming with your sorry ass."

Legolas rolled his eyes. "Very well. Tell me, aside from randomly swinging a sword, do you know anything about weaponry?"

You raised an eyebrow. Shit, you'd have to fight? "No, but I can say a mouthful of greetings in Elvish."

Legolas raised an eyebrow. "Nin ista, Sairen, but words are not mightier than fighting skill in battle."

You scoffed. "I can think of a pretty famous phrase from my world that totally contradicts that..."

Legolas shook his head as he sauntered past you, down the stairs of the bridge you'd found him on. The sounds of his bows and knife sheaths clanking together as he walked relaxed you. "Of course you do, mellon." He paused to look at you. "Are you not coming? We leave in three days. If you are intent on coming with me, surely you cannot believe I will let you go without even so much as learning the proper way to stab an opponent?"

You made a face, but followed him anyway. "I know how to stab."

"How, then?" He gestured to you pointedly and crossed his arms.

"Um..." You mimed the gesture you'd probably use while stabbing an orc in the guts. "Like... This? With a twist?"

"That may work if your enemy has the weak skin and flesh of a human, or even on an Elf," He pointed out, "But we are fighting orcs, Sairen. Their hide is as thick as that of a boar, and their flesh is equally so." With a flourish, he flipped out one of his long knives. He paused in handing it to you. "I am not letting you keep this, mellon. My mother gave them to me."

You froze in reaching for the weapon. "You have a mother?"

Legolas chuckled at your wide-eyed expression. "You thought I did not?"

You stiffened before hurriedly turning away. "No! Of course not! Why would you think that?!"

Legolas laughed as he followed you. "Well, I do have one. She has been away on the other end of the palace-city. I should introduce you to her."

"Is she as fabulous as your dad?" You ran the tip of your index finger along your eyebrows. "And maybe even with the same super dark eyebrows?"

Legolas smiled. "No, no. She is perfectly beautiful."

"So you're saying your dad's not?"

"What?"

"Nothing." You waved a hand. "Where's the training grounds again?"

Legolas grinned evilly. "Well, your training begins now, Sairen. See if you can actually get to said training grounds without killing yourself on that blade."

Your jaw fell. "Are you fucking kidding me?! That's child's play! Don't you think I already know how to not do that?!"

"That is a double negative sentence, but no, I do not believe you already know this skill." Blue-Eyes shot you another grin. "Besides, we are not taking the average path to the training grounds. They are outside of the palace, after all. We will go out and around, on the hardest path imaginable. For a human, they would be entirely impassable."

You stared up at him dumbly. "Uh... Do... Do you even realize I spent the last nineteen years of my life around people with the mindset of shit water I might die because I'm a-- I was a-- human? Also, I was never agile. I won't be able to make it over a log, if it's big enough."

Blue-Eyes gave you a disapproving look. "Do the humans of your world never traverse nature?"

You pretended to think about that

"Hm... Let me see... Uhm... Yeah, nope, pretty much never, unless you're one of those super outdoorsey kinds of people, and the true ones of those are rare. For instance, most usually wear really tight clothes and walk through parks with stone paths and everything primped to perfect condition so that nobody even gets grazed by a dandelion, and everything's sprayed to keep the bugs away and animals are limited to squirrels and bunnies, then they wanna act like they just walked the fuckin' Sahara Desert without water. Real outdoor people are rare. Steve Irwin? Real. Bear Grylls? Real. Josh Gates? Real. Hell, when I was a very tiny little girl I used to watch a kid's show with two brothers who pretty much lived in the jungle. But out of everybody, those are the ones I can think of right off the top of my head. Them, and the few tribal races still out there."

Blue-Eyes made a surprised face. "Well... I am glad you got a chance to experience what real life is like."

"Thank you, Blue-Eyes." You'd reached the front gates of the palace, which were opened by a couple of those ninja Elf guys. You and Legolas walked on through, and into the forest, with its pink and amber leaves, down here, nullified into black and gray, piling up in the muck of the forest floor.

You'd been surprised when you'd seen this part of Mirkwood. Apparently, only the northern half was unaffected, but the rest of the once-spectacular Greenwood the Great was now victim to a strange plague, orc attacks from the north, and giant spider infestations from the south, from an ancient ruin called Dol Goldur. Animals no longer lived here, the rivers had mostly gone thick with filth, and the trees rotted and groaned in agony. The forest would confuse you, threaten to swallow you up and make you lose your way...

If you weren't an Elf.

Luckily for you and ol' Leggy, the two of you were Elves, and he had been raised here. If you stuck close to him, you'd be fine, even if the forest did manage to confuse you. He could hardly remember a time when the slow-acting plague hadn't been part of some region of the forest, and Tauriel had told you that he was 2, 371 years old. That was a long time for a forest to be sick.

"What even caused Mirkwood to get sick? Do you even know?"

"It is a nameless malice," Blue-Eyes replied, stopping all show-offy on a thick, low-hanging bough that precariously hung over a small gorge. "The darkness stems from Dol Goldur. Now, there are rumors; rumors of a necromancer, who resides in the ruins of that ancient fort."

"Necromancer?" That hardly sounded good. In anything where it was used, necromancer usually meant one who raises dead. "That doesn't sound good. Have you investigated it?"

"Of course not," Blue-Eyes gave you an odd look, like you'd just suggested he drink out of the toilet or something. You struggled to get up the side of a log he'd just casually hopped onto. "Why should we? They are merely rumors, and the forest has been sick for a long, long while. Still... This darkness unsettles me, as it does to all Sindar whom reside here."

"Dude, then maybe you should check the fuckin ruins," You mumbled, but he ignored you and continued hopping around from flowertop to flowertop. You just trampled noisily and clumsily along behind him. "Don't you guys like, live for light? So shouldn't you see if the ruins really do have a necromancer now? Especially since this dark ooze comes from it?"

Blue-Eyes shook his head. "King Thranduil does not wish for time to be wasted on rumors when we have other matters to deal with."

"Oh, so you mean he's too busy having everybody vote on which crown of berries goes best with his eyebrows."

"What?"

"Nothing. You Elves are just stupid."

Legolas grinned. "Well, humans are equally intellectually challenged."

You paused in chasing after him, stunned. He turned to face you when he didn’t hear you following. "Did you seriously just do that?"

"Do what?"

"You literally just used big words to sound smart." You laughed theatrically. "Oh! Pardon me, fine companion, I meant to implicate that you utilize gargantuan idioms to fabricate intelligence."

He smiled slightly as you finally made it up beside him. "I suppose you are not so daft," He relented teasingly, "Otherwise you would not even have those words in your vocabulary."

You made a face and rolled your eyes. "Whatever, blondie."

The training grounds were closer than you remembered, even taking the roundabout route. Along the way, though, you'd fallen into a bog, got your face scratched up by evil tree branches, and tumbled head-over-heels down a steep ravine, getting battered and bruised all over your body.

Apparently Middle-Earth-- Mirkwood specifically-- was prone to give previously non-Elvish members of other worlds injuries.

You made quite a show; barreling through a thorn bush and landing flat on your face right on the edge of the training grounds. You heard all the Elves turn their weapons on you, in case you were an orc, but then they seen your sorry ass, and Leggy casually coming down the steep ridge as if it was just a flight of stairs.

"Mae govannen," Said Legolas cheerfully to the Elves. Casually, he picked up his knife, which you'd thrown away from you halfway down so you didn't impale yourself at any point during the fall. Still, it'd skittered down alongside you. "Sairen, it seems you've failed this test."

"I dropped it on the goddamn border..."

"Nevertheless," Blue-Eyes ignored your response. "We are here now, and forfeiting other forms of training for the sake of redoing one failed task is pointless. You will learn as much as you can here, until I say we stop."

You finally moved, trying to at least sit up on your elbows. "It's only noon. We've got till nightfall, yeah? I can do that. No problem."

Legolas grinned down at you. "Mellon, you are of the Eldar now. You are stronger than before and do not need sleep unless you wish to dream."

"I don't what?!"

"Elves do not sleep unless we have been injured and need to heal," He replied, and grabbed you by the underarms to help you up. "We are stronger and more resilient than the race of Men. You are no longer imprisoned by the necessities of the human body."

Instant headrush slammed into you. "Apparently not all human body shit..."

He raised an eyebrow. "What do you speak of?"

"Headrush, dammit."

"Oh," He grew amused. "Do you mean the Blackness? Unfortunately, that befalls us all."

You glared daggers at him.

Another Elf approached, with a slender face and long brown hair. "My lord, most of the training grounds are taken up. You may yet have mine, if you wish so."

Legolas smiled. "Ah, my thanks. [Y/N], this is one of the Elves that accompanied Lord Elrond here, Lindir."

You extended your hand. "Nice to meet you."

Both Blue-Eyes and Lindir looked at your hand in confusion. Lindir, with a glance to Legolas, slowly tried to hand you his bow. With a roll of your eyes and a shake of your head, you realized they didn't even understand what a handshake was. "No no no, sorry; that's called a handshake. It's what two people do when they meet each other where I come from. I didn't mean to confuse you. SO." You bowed in the Elvish way. "Mae govannen, Lindir of House Elrond."

Lindir and Blue-Eyes smiled. Lindir returned your bow. "Mae govannen, [Y/N] of House Thranduil."

"Lindir will be accompanying us to trace the orcs, and Erestor of Rivendell," Said Legolas, "As will another of our own house, Elros; I believe you have met him already. He was the Elf who lead you to the councilroom. From Lothlorien is a friend of mine, Haldir, and of course, with the other Elven Lords aiding us, Mithrandir feels he should send his own aid as well..."

Lindir's eyes widened. "Do not tell me..."

Blue-Eyes nodded seriously. "He is sending Naughrim to accompany us."

"Naughrim?" You asked. Of all names, that didn't sound familiar. "Who's that? Somebody not well-liked among Elves?"

Blue-Eyes fought a smile. Lindir answered you. "Mellon, Naughrim is our tongue for dwarves."

Your mouth formed an 'o' in recognition. "Ohhhh, now I get it. Elves and dwarves hate each other for no explainable reason. Got it. Who's he sending?"

Blue-Eyes shook his head in exasperation. "They are all of Erebor. Balin and Dwalin, two are named, and of the other, he is the most insufferable of dwarves; Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King Under the Mountain. Mithrandir believes that this will be a good experience for him as it is for us, but he refuses to come himself. He's all but forcing the situation."

You looked from Blue-Eyes to Lindir and back. "How can he force you? Dwarves and Elves are both stubborn beyond all reason, and none of you seem to take him seriously."

Legolas shook his head and pursed his lips. "Unfortunately, Dwalin is as good a tracker as any, and Ada is not permitting many of the Sindar on this journey for the reason that we are merely meant to find where the yrch dwell, and go no further. We will need all the aide we can find, even if it is in the form of unwilling dwarves. As for them, he has promised treasure, the details of which I know not; I can only hope it is not any of ours he has promised them." He smiled at you. "Shall we?"

Before you could follow, he walked off; you glanced to Lindir questioningly. "...Ada? Who's that?"

Lindir smiled softly. "It means father. He is referring to King Thranduil."

"Oh. Now I feel stupid."

"Do not, mellon, for the language of the Elves is not easily learned unless you were born speaking the tongue."

With a roll of your shoulders, which ached, you followed Leggy.

***

"Ow, goddamn it, and goddamn you, you stupidly perfect Elf."

At the end of the day, you'd been cut, pricked, whipped by a bowstring, nicked, dinged, and all kinds of other small injuries that added up to one big mess of drying blood and bruises.

Blue-Eyes had had you train deep into the night, until the silvery waning moon had all but left the star-filled sky. Now, as the sunrise approached, you both sat on two convenient boulders, and he bandaged your bloodied hands. In the eerie half-dawn light, he looked ethereal, and his pale hands and silver tunic sleeves compared to your now dark-with-blood-and-mud-and-bruises hands and black sleeves was a huge contrast. Your hands shook slightly, aching and stinging and pained on various sorts of levels, while his were perfectly steady as he wrapped them in soft green leaves.

"Stop shaking, mellon," Legolas told you gently.

"What was that?" Your head snapped up. "Are you feeling sorry for me? Don't feel sorry for me! This is nothing! I've been shot in the calf by an orcish arr--OW!"

The leaves had drawn too tight and released some kind of juice that stung like hell. His hands hovered over yours. "My apologies, but it draws out the infection."

"What infection?!"

"You are not yet used to your Elven body yet," Blue-Eyes replied, looking into your eyes. "Since you are the equivalent of a newborn, I would say you are very susceptible to infections, sickness, and injuries."

You looked off dramatically into the distance. "That explains why I can't stop fucking getting hurt..."

"That it does," He smiled at you, and something pulsed in your chest. Da fuck... You fought a flush. He stood, then held out his hand to you. "Shall we return to the palace? You may rest until sunhigh, and then we will continue your training." You took his hand, and he helped you up; you stumbled into his chest, and backed up quickly. He took no notice, but patted your shoulder before going to retrieve his bow and quiver. "You did well today, Sairen, even if you frightened off half of the other Sindar and Silvan training here."

You made a face. "Pfft. They just can't handle my awesomeness."

"If you say so, mellon," He said, and started to take the easy way back, to your relief. You followed closely behind him.

You looked up at the stars as you walked in silence for awhile, until finally, you broke it. Of course, you broke anything, really... "Where I come from, they say there's a star for every soul that's passed away."

Legolas glanced to you, then followed your gaze wistfully. "That is something our two worlds have in common."

"Scientifically," You added, "They're spheres of hot air and gaseous materials wound up tight by gravity that glow and put off heat, but the idea always felt nice to me... But where I come from... You also can't see the stars."

Blue-Eyes halted in his tracks as if you'd just said someone murdered his mother. "I... What? You can't see the stars?!" He actually looked genuinely horrified by that idea.

You shook your head. "No. Humans... They've polluted the atmosphere too much. Filled it with trash, and man-made lights and even remnants of smoke... You can't see them."

He watched you even as you watched the stars. "I've never seen them like this... They're beautiful." You could see bands of galaxies and clouds of distant nebulae, and the small silver fires glittered in the billions, even as the pink-orange glow of the beginning of dawn was starting to show in the east. You were in awe.

You jumped when Legolas took your hand. "What?"

He smiled at you. "Come with me. I will show you one of the best stargazing places in all of Mirkwood."

"Thranduil's pavilion?"

"Better."

"Whoa. Dude, count me in."

He lead you off of the trail, deep into the woods, through the easiest ways that probably were a pain for him, but he did it anyway. Finally, you stopped at the base of a massive tree, stretching so far up you couldn't see its top. Its trunk was pockmarked with holes and vines, and after slinging his bow onto his back, he threw you a smile over his smile. "Come, Sairen."

You couldn't help but smile back. You climbed, quickly, all the way up, past the canopy, into the uppermost branches of the tree, where the copper-gold leaves thinned out to allow for one thick branch to get a view of the night sky. The branch was thick enough across to allow for two or three people to sit side-by-side against the trunk, and Blue-Eyes sat quickly as he helped you up.

Here, no branches obscured any part of your field of view. You got a perfect view of the sunrise, and the starry sky. "Holy shit..."

You felt him put an arm around you, and you stiffened, just before he breathed in your ear, "I will not let you fall from this tree, Sairen. You've only just arrived in this world, and should another portal be below that is activated by a beautiful sunrise, I am loathe to let you go, for there is so much I want to show you..." The sun burst over the distant mountains beyond Erebor, sending fiery orange and red across the sky. "Such as this. Your world does not sound as if it could have any sunrise as wonderful as this one."

A warm feeling blossomed in your chest as you watched the sunrise, jaw slack. "No... Not like this."

Legolas smiled, and finally turned his focus to it himself. Your eyes slowly dragged off of the beautiful scenery to look at the Elf beside you, and the warm feeling worsened; your heart started fluttering. Eldar only fall in love once... Galadriel had warned you.

...Shit.

A blush crawled up your face, and you tried your hardest to focus on the sky rather than the Elvish princeling pressed close against your side.

***

"Mae govannen, [Y/N] of the Woodland Realm," Greeted Lindir kindly as you approached the group of Elves gathering in front of the front gates.

"Mae govannen, Lindir of Rivendell," You replied with a smile. The Elvish greetings rolled off your tongue easily now. After the sunrise you and Blue-Eyes had watched together, you'd spent the last two days training at obscene hours and resting. Now, finally, the group of Elves leaving to track the orcs were gathering-- there were only about fifty in total, of which there were those wearing Woodland garments, the red-and-gold of Lothlorien, and the greens, purples, and browns of Rivendell. Apparently Galadriel, Celeborn, and Elrond didn't agree with Thranduil sending what would've only been a dozen to track some very dangerous orcs.

You heard several of them muttering to each other about Naughrim, something all of them had in common.

You swung your light traveling pack off of your shoulders and by your feet, scanning the crowd for a certain platinum-blonde head-- unfortunately, most of the Elves from Lothlorien had blonde hair. You looked at Lindir. "Where's Legolas?"

Lindir glanced around. "He is on his way, I am sure. After all, it is he and Haldir whom are leading this journey."

You nodded. "I've never packed for something like this before... I hope I didn't pack anything weird or forget something."

Lindir looked confused, then recognition flashed across his face. "Oh. Forgive me, I had forgotten you do not have this experience. Tell me, what did you pack?"

You shifted your weight nervously, and lowered your voice. "Uhh... Two extra pairs of clothes in case these get ruined, some extra food, even though I've noticed I don't have to eat as much as before, and some water. Then there's these," You gestured to your back, where a quiver and longbow hung from your back. You felt its weight all too strongly, and that of the sword on your hip and the knives on your thighs. "And some of those special leaves that're used for bandages."

Lindir smiled and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Mellon, you have packed what we all have, and lightly, as well."

You smiled. "Thanks. Just consider yourself lucky that I don't know how to read Elvish, or I would've packed a book or two to keep me company."

Lindir chuckled and stepped back. "Well, for now, I am glad of it. On this journey you will learn much, hopefully, and by the time we return, you may be able to speak more of Elvish. It is harder to learn to read it, I have heard, much harder."

You ran a finger over your chin in thought. "I wonder if Thranduil would let me go to Dale or Laketown to get some books in English..."

"Forgive me," Lindir looked confused. "I do not know what that is."

You realized what you'd said a second too late. "Oh! Sorry. Where I come from, Common is just referred to as English."

"Oh, I see now. I am sure he would, and if he does not yet, then perhaps one of the Woodland Elves could bring some back for you. What of Legolas? Are you not friends?"

You blushed. "Yeah, I hope so. I've never been very good at making friends, though. Nobody's ever really liked me." You realized Lindir was staring at you with an absolutely terrified expression. Your own eyes widened in alarm, and you frantically patted your face. "What?! Is there something on my face?!"

Lindir shook his head. "I-I am not sure. Your skin has suddenly gone red, as if burned. Are you ill?"

"Uhhh..."

You were spared the embarrassment of explaining blushing by all the Elves gathered suddenly gasping and bowing in the direction of the stairs. Lindir saw the cause before you did, and his jaw fell. "By all the Valar..." He bowed deeply, and you followed his motion, but not before catching a glimpse of who it was. Thranduil, of course, and Legolas, following a she-Elf in a tunic that looked as if it were made of starlight itself, with flowing white hair and alabaster skin.

"Ui!" Shouted Thranduil irritably. "Ni telima lume, autauva!"

You leaned closer to Lindir. "What did he say?"

"He is forbidding her to join us," He answered quickly.

The she-Elf whipped around, generating a power almost as strong as Galadriel's. Legolas stepped forward. "Amal... Mecin."

She shook her head. "Yon, venno, nin carindo ier nin indo. Alye uva pusta ni."

"What did she say about pasta?" You whispered.

"Sh!" Lindir said quickly.

The woman looked at Thranduil and Legolas lovingly, before approaching Thranduil and placing both hands on his face. Thranduil closed his eyes in regret, and the woman kissed him; you looked away, embarrassed. That was the Elvenqueen.

That was Legolas's mother.

"Melinyel, Thranduil, alye ista si."

Thranduil sighed. "Melinyel, mela... Mecin ea girthonwed."

With that, Legolas reluctantly took his mother's hand and lead her down the stairs. They disappeared in the crowd, until you heard the Elvenqueen's voice. "Rise, all of you." Unsure, the Elves rose one-by-one. "Which of you hail from far places, whom rescued my son Legolas Greenleaf from the fate of an early death?"

The Eldar glanced to one another, realized it wasn't their neighbor, and slowly, like somebody who'd gotten called out in class, you were being stared at, and a path was made between you and her majesty, while Legolas stood beside her.

You swallowed hard, suddenly terrified. Lindir patted your shoulder. "You have been summoned, mellon. Go, I will make sure your pack does not get swapped with someone else's."

You tried to look and walk confidently, but you were terrified. She was beautiful and indimidating, and you had to admit, you were definitely intimidated. When you reached her, you bowed as deeply and respectfully as you could, a fist over your heart. "Elen sila lumenn omentielvo, your majesty." You didn't know what else to say. What you'd said to Galadriel and Celeborn was the most respectful thing you knew in Elvish, and you'd never been in the presence of royalty.

"You come from another world," She looked down at you indifferently, and you suddenly felt very small and very weak with everybody's eyes on you. This was nothing like Thranduil's fabulously indifferent look. "Yet still, you saved my son's life. After, you make the presumption that you can live and walk among us as one of us, freely, unburdened, merely because you came here by happenstance and you were allowed the reward of living. Do you feel as if this is the correct course of action for you to take?"

You glanced to Legolas, absolutely horrified. "Y-your majesty..." Your hot-headed tongue, a lot more toned down, popped into existence. "I saved your son's life because he didn't deserve to die. I was given the freedom to live, and to repay that, I mean to make the most of my time here by helping in whatever ways that I can. King Thranduil has given me the chance to prove myself worthy of living here by allowing me to join in hunting for the orcs. If I fail, I will leave Mirkwood, and go with Lord Elrond to Rivendell."

Legolas's eyes widened a fraction of an inch, before going back to their normal selves; he looked to you with almost a sadness, but you couldn't figure out why. Elvenqueen smiled, as if proud. "Then you are not what the rumours of your world have made you out to be. You are humble and grateful, qualities I did not expect from one of this Earth. You possess a unique personality, [Y/N]. Tell me, who are your parents, so that I may refer to you properly?"

"I have no father," You said quickly, relieved that she was just trying to scare you. "None I care to speak about. But I do have a mother, who I love very much. Her name is [M/N]."

Elvenqueen smiled. "Very well, [Y/N], child of [M/N]. Here, we, all of us, have a secondary name, such as my son; Legolas Greenleaf. During this journey, you may earn your own."

You smiled back, relieved beyond relief that she'd decided not to kick your ass for existing. "My thanks, your majesty."

She sailed away regally, and Legolas shot you a glare. "Why did you not tell me you would be leaving us?" He demanded.

You balked. "I-I said if I failed..."

"And you are most likely to do so," He snapped, sending your heart and soul plummeting to roughly the center of Middle-Earth. Without another word, he followed his mother.

"Mellon?" Said Lindir from behind. You turned around; He held his bag and yours, which you gratefully took from him.

"Thanks," You said, but your eyes followed Legolas's back as he disappeared into the crowd.

"Is everything alright?"

"Just fine," You shrugged. You were used to being abandoned.

Lindir looked doubtful. "Very well, if you say so. May I introduce you to those you will be most judged by?"

"Sure."

He took you through the crowd, to the guy who helped you find the councilroom. "Ah, [Y/N]. Mae govannen."

You bowed your head and returned the greeting to Elros in a monotone voice. "So your name is Elros?"

"Yes," He replied. "Son of Elrond."

If you were taking a drink of water, you'd've spewed it everywhere. "Huh? But isn't Rivdendell like, waaay over the Misty Mountains?"

Elros chuckled. "Yes, but those of the Eldar cannot always remain in one place. We yearn for far places, and even farther shores. Long years I have spent in the halls of my father, but I left for Mirkwood when my sister, Arwen Evenstar, left for Lothlorien, to spend a time with our mother's mother, Galadriel."

Your eyes were wide. "Galadriel is a grandma?! Your grandma?!"

Lindir and Elros looked at each other in amusement. "Elves," Said Lindir, "Live forever, so long as we are not killed by injury, or the wounds of the heart."

"Wounds of the heart?" You echoed.

"When love remains unrequited, it is sometimes too much to bear," Replied Elros, "And the victim suffers long before dying of a broken heart. Oftentimes, it is when a wife perishes during childbirth, or when war or battle takes the life of a beloved, and their souls pass into the Halls of Mandos. I still worry for my father, even though my mother has long since passed due to child-sickness."

Your eyes widened. "I'm so sorry."

Elros raised a hand. "She is at peace now. She resides in the halls where her mother lives, and many of my kin who have long since passed on."

"Is Elrond gonna be okay?" Now you were worried. You didn't even know the guy (Even though you probably knew him before your amnesia.) but you didn't want him to die of heartbreak. He was being nice to you, and offering you a place to live if Thranduil decided to be more of an ass.

"He is strong," Lindir assured you, and partially Elros. "He is stout of heart and fierce of soul. He will live long yet, that I can assure you with the utmost certainty."

Together, Lindir and Elros took you to where another dark-haired Elf in the Rivendell attire spoke with a Lothlorien Elf in red-and-gold armor. White hair was braided away from his stern face. Elros said something in Elvish, getting their attention, and they both bowed to you. "[Y/N], child of [M/N], may I introduce you to Erestor, Chief Counselman of Elrond, and Haldir of Lothlorien."

"Mae govannen," They both said.

Haldir regarded you warily. "I have heard you come from far lands, one beyond even Arda."

You tried not to look stupid. "Arda?"

"This world upon which we live," Haldir clarified.

"Oh!" Now you knew what they were talking about. "You mean this whole planet? Mine never had a cool name; Earth, that's it, with a bunch of different countries on it. Are there countries besides Middle-Earth here?"

Erestor chuckled. "Yes. There is Beleriand, just the remains of it, to the farthest west. Also in the west lie the Gray Havens, and across the Sea are the Undying Lands of Aman, far from Endor-- that is to say, collectively, Middle-Earth and Beleriand."

"Oh, cool! Where I come from, nowhere has cool names anymore, except for maybe Dubai, Greece, and Rome. In the past, there were hardly ever cool places, except for Egypt and Babylon."

The four Elves around you glanced to each other in amusement, as if you were a child just learning new things; and you pretty much were...

"Haldir," Said a familiar voice, and you perked up as Blue-Eyes stepped through the crowd. Your heart sank as he completely avoided your gaze. Damn, you should be used to this kinda shit by now. One small thing and someone abandons you. "We go to meet the dwarves. You have told your party, yes?"

"Of course, mellon."

"As have I," Added Erestor as Blue-Eyes went to ask. "None of us may like this, but it the word of a Maiar, of which the Noldor still yet revere. Worry not, Legolas."

Blue-Eyes nodded, glanced to you, and walked back through the suddenly-departing crowd as the doors opened. You hefted up your bag further onto your shoulder. "Mmkay, Lindir?" You fell into step with the purple-clad Elf.

"What is it?"

"Questions. Lots of them. What the hell is a Mayan and a No-door?"

Lindir chuckled. "Maiar, and Noldor. The Noldor are the oldest of the Elves. The Maiar are wizards, servants of the Valar; such as Saruman, Mithrandir, and Radagast."

"They met gods?"

"Yes," Said Lindir doubtfully, eyeing you. "Do the people of your world not know of their gods?"

You scoffed dryly. "You kidding me? Almost everybody believes in some bearded guy in white floating through existence and pointing to a random spot, then saying 'Let there be light!' Bam, universe created. Others have much more gruesome stories; like in Norse, Odin and his two brothers cut up a giant to create the world. Then there was Egyptian, where two godly people representing the earth and sky consummated and BAM, universe created again. They all say the gods came from the sky, which others believe to be aliens-- people from other planets entirely-- but I've always been an atheist."

"And what does that mean?"

"That I don't believe a goddamn word of any of that 'god' shit."

"You should not speak of them so, for they hear all."

"Yuck. Let's hope they don't find somebody on their wedding night."

Lindir's eyes bugged out of his head. "That was... Sudden."

You grinned. "I'm like that. Get used to it, Lindy."

He frowned. "My name is Lindir."

"I know that," You laughed. "It's a nickname. It's a sign of friendship."

Lindir smiled. "Oh. Then we are friends, then?"

"Sure! I've never been friends with so many people before!" You looked ahead excitedly, waving when you seen Legolas glaring at you. So what if he was pissed? You'd make him un-pissed.

Lindir gave you a sad look. "But you have only befriended Legolas and myself."

"And Tauriel."

"Still, that is only three people." He looked genuinely confused. "Do the people of your world not believe in friendship either?"

You sighed. "Not really. They're more interested in betrayal. Me, personally, I've had it all. Betrayal, death, abandonment... I've gone through some shitty times, that's for sure. One catastrophe after the next. One painful step at a time through it. I've been through hell and back, been shattered like glass and looked death in the eye, and somehow, I'm still standing. Sometimes it feels like I've lived a thousand lifetimes in only nineteen years." You gave him a sideways smile before looking back ahead of you, trying to block all of the flashbacks...

Lindir regarded you with newfound admiration. "I can... See it, in your eyes. I believe all of us can. The things that you have endured are marked on your stride, and not many could recover from what you have recently gone through so quickly. A human with your strength is... Unheard of."

You laughed. "Yeah, 'cause now I'm an Elf!"

Lindir laughed too then, as did a few other Elves and she-Elves near to you-- as you walked out of the doors of Mirkwood's palace, you got this strange, tingly sensation in your core... The odd feeling of people laughing with you, not at you. The feeling of not being judged. Of people realizing you've been through hell. Of people not automatically striking you onto their enemy list because you're different.

As you moved into the north, the light filtering through the leaves was golden, and everything seemed at once surreal and ethereal. But aside from those two feelings, you felt one stronger than any other. You smiled as you looked around at your new friends in this new world, which still felt so familiar. You were happier than you'd ever been. Even though you'd miss your family, you were glad the portal had been closed.

And there are many paths to tread...

Through shadow, to the edge of night...

Until the stars are all alight...

You passed Blue-Eyes, who'd climbed a tree to scout, and when he seen your awestruck, childlike expression, even he, who was currently pissed at you, couldn't help but smile at down at you. You smiled back. That warm feeling returned.

Finally, I'm where I belong.

I'm...

I’m...home.

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If anybody wants to be tagged, just let me know!

Extra Notes: Elvish is SO FUCKING HARD. And yes I put the Elvenqueen in this. And dwarves are inbound. Don't guess the plotline, just DON'T.

Fun Facts: In Old Nordic mythology, there was a forest known as Mirkwood. There was also a dwarf called Durin, who created the line of the most power dwarfs, some of which, just to name a few, were Thorin, Fili, Kili, Dvalin, Balin, Oin, Oakenshield, and Gandalf. There were also many types of Elves-- Ljosalfar were the Light Elves, and Dokkalfar were the Dark Elves. In general, Elves were known as Alfar, and they lived in Alfheimr, "The Land of the Elves." Supposedly, Alfheimr had shining trees of silver and gold, like Lothlorien. Also, there was a dragon called Fafnir, a cursed fire-drake, coppery-red, who laid atop a mound of gold and guarded his wrongfully-taken treasure with his life. The original owner of this treasure was a dwarf, reduced to a husk of his former self, called Andvari, who, out of all of this treasure, loved most a golden ring, inscribed with runes. He cursed this ring, so that all who wore it would soon come into misfortune...

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melodyalanaroster · 5 years ago

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Days: Nathaniel’s Side

Despite Amber’s encouragement, Nathaniel did not want to leave the house. “God damn it Nathaniel! If you think I’m gonna let you fall into the abyss, you’d better think again! Now fucking do something other than sit around this house!” Sam demanded. The days began like that. Amber wanting to explore their new surroundings, Ken trying to do his best, and Sam demanding Nathaniel not mope around the house... But that’s all he wanted to do. “I’m not supposed to do much! I have to rest and let my wound heal!” He tried to argue. Sam looked at him, then took her hand and pressed her thumb along his bandage. Nathaniel yelped in pain as he looked into Sam’s eyes. “You may have to heal, but my commandment stands. You’re not going to spend the entirety of Purification moping around this house. You’re the one who got yourself into this mess, and I REFUSE to put up with your pitiful bullshit while my sister and that wretched organization get you out of it!” She growled.

As Nathaniel held his side, he watched Sam and Ken walk off. “You know Mels is gonna kick your ass if she finds out you did that.” Ken observed. “She can try.” Sam challenged.

★

After a couple of days of forced exploration, Nathaniel attempted to take off on his own. As he put the keys into the Roster family’s truck and started it, he noticed someone get into the passenger’s seat. “Kentin! What the hell?!” Nathaniel boomed. “Where do you think you’re going?” Kentin asked. Nathaniel looked down. Kentin raised an eyebrow. “You can’t do that.” He stated. “Why not? If I go alone, you and Sam won’t be breaking protocol.” Nathaniel argued. “It’s not a matter of whether or not Sam and I break protocol... It’s the fact that that if you go back to Amouria right now, it will be a slap in your girlfriend’s face. You said that if you didn’t leave Amouria, they’d kill you and go after Amber and Mels... Well, they didn’t count on Mels being the Grim Reaper, so now, they’re suffering the consequences of crossing her and you’re supposed to be giving them what they want by being out of the city while they suffer. Don’t make her efforts be for nothing by going back there and putting yourself back in the line of fire.” Kentin explained. Nathaniel looked at Kentin. “I still want to go back.” His eyes were pleading. Ken sighed. “Look, I know you do. But, think about it... Mels is posting online, almost religiously for now, even about the mundane. Knowing her, she doesn’t do that unless there’s a form of motivation. That’s told Sam and me that she’s trying to let you know that she’s okay. Sam is getting more and more pissed off at you for moping around... So, you’ve got to do SOMETHING other than barricade yourself in Mels’ room. Wander around the city, play video games, read a book in the living room.... Something! Hell, when you feel like it, I can even train you.” Kentin clarified and suggested. “You can train me?” Nathaniel asked. “Yeah. Mels told Sam and me that you’ve been boxing and fighting... But maybe I can add to your skill.” Kentin replied.

It was on this day, Nathaniel finally began to stop moping around the house.

★

Several days passed, Nathaniel and Ken had gotten into the habit of going into the back yard to train. “So, you’ve trained against Alana and Sam?” Nathaniel asked as he attempted to lay a hit on Ken. “Yeah. The Military sends soldiers to the R.D.R for special training from time to time and Sam and I have both been sent to the old base.” Ken replied as he blocked Nathaniel and landed a hit on him.

While the boys trained, Sam decided to sit in the living room and play video games. Amber walked into the room. “It looks like the boys are having fun.” Amber commented. “Yeah, maybe Ken can whip Nathaniel into shape.” Sam sighed. “What’s your deal?” Amber asked as she sat down on the opposite end of the couch from Sam. “What do you mean?” Sam asked as she continued to play video games. “Ever since we got here, you’ve been so nice to me, but you’ve treated Nathaniel like he’s more or less an inconvenient soldier. Why?” Amber inquired. “You don’t get it... Do you? Just as you and Nathaniel are protective of each other, Mels and I protect each other. My sister has been through hell the past few years, and I don’t want her to get hurt again. I am VERY disappointed in both you and Nathaniel... However, with him, I need to make sure he’s got enough of a spine to be the type of man that can withstand being at my sister’s side. With the implementation of Protocol 216, your brother is now, basically, royalty. He needs to be strong and formidable, so that he can protect himself, as well as my sister. Especially considering I’m sure there may come a time where my sister won’t be able to protect herself. This weak, pussy ass, bullshit, that he’s been pulling will not do.” Sam explained. A flash of annoyance crossed Amber’s face. “And, as for you? You made it very clear that you wanted to be a model back in high school. It was easy to guess that you would end up like this. Especially considering your mother is an ex model, as well as emotionally abusive. Honestly, I think Nathaniel got off light when it comes to the abuse. His physical wounds healed, and with a good support system, he’s able to try to move forward from it. You, however, have essentially been committing a long form of suicide, with encouragement from your mother and coworkers. It’s no surprise that both Nathaniel and Castiel have been worried sick about you.” Sam sounded very fed up as she spoke. Anger started flashing across Amber’s face. “What do you know about my situation?! You’re a soldier!” Her voice began to raise. Sam sighed. Her temper wanted to flare, but she kept it under wraps. “That’s right, I am a soldier. I have seen and done things in my short life that you would have nightmares about. I am also a sibling to someone who has suffered so greatly that her horrors have nearly killed her on several occasions.” Sam immediately shot Amber down. Amber looked defeated. “Look, Amber, what your industry doesn’t realize just yet is that people don’t want string bean, Barbie dolls anymore... Well, no one with any brains wants that type of woman anymore. I mean, for fuck’s sake, have you not noticed the rise of women who can kick ass and take names in mainstream media? Gal Gadot was a trainer for the Israeli Army before becoming Miss Israel, and that was before she became Wonder Woman. She is revered as one of the most beautiful women on the planet. Other women like, Charlize Theron, Scarlet Johannson, Zoe Zaldana, Margot Robbie, and many, many others, are very beautiful women, who train like fucking crazy to stay thin, but you can tell there’s some muscle to them. These are women people may want to fuck, but you certainly don’t want to fuck with them. You don’t have to kill yourself to be beautiful. The most beautiful person is someone who is comfortable in their own skin, and free to show the world who they really are.” Sam paused her game to take a sip of her drink. Amber looked at Sam, shocked.

The boys continued to kick, punch and dodge each other in the back yard. “Good! But you need to quit going for the kill whenever you attack.” Ken commented. “Why?” Nathaniel asked. “You’ll find that it’s just as effective to disarm and incapacitate people than to end their lives.” Ken replied. “I don’t try to kill people.” Nathaniel remarked as he aimed for a spot on Ken’s back. Ken quickly dodged and aimed for Nathaniel’s legs, getting him on the ground. “I know you don’t try to. But when your instincts take over, you become primal. Primal instinct dictates that when you’re fighting for your life, you aim for the kill. It is a precise science to tame that instinct, make it look like you’re going for the final blow, and only disarm your opponent.” Ken explained. Nathaniel looked up at Ken and got back to his feet. “Is it a science that you’ve become well adept at? The last time I saw you, Sam was still punishing you for being a dick when Evan was here.” He smirked. Ken looked down. “Don’t get me started on him.” He sighed. Nathaniel looked at Kentin, curiously. “What happened?” He asked. “He got kicked out of the military and banned from R.D.R premises for harassing just about every woman he came across... Including Mels.” Ken sighed. “He harassed Alana?!” Nathaniel began to sound mad. Ken put up his hand. “This is where is got interesting. He tried to hit on her, but she shot him down so badly that he still hasn’t lived it down. Back then, you didn’t hit on Mels. Everyone knew that. Hell, the average recruit was lucky to get a pleasant greeting from her. The thing is, he didn’t stop after that... He began to spend less time training, and more time stalking Mels... However, Evan must have been pissing Mels off because the Red Death got wind of it and banned him from R.D.R facilities.” Ken explained. “Are you still friends with that fool?” Nathaniel asked. “Eh. Kinda... I still talk to him and Armin from time to time...” Ken replied. “What about Alexy?” Nathaniel asked. “Not really. After a while, I got tired of him constantly hitting on me... There was one point where Sam told him off... Then Mels told us how he’s been acting lately...” Ken began.

Suddenly, the girls appeared before them. “I thought ya’ll were training.” Sam smirked. “We were. We’re taking a break.” Ken smiled. “Yeah, I could hear ya’ll talking about Alexy.” Sam raised an eyebrow. “I don’t understand... He and Rosalaya are nice to me.” Amber commented. “Alexy wouldn’t quit hitting on my man, they abandoned my sister before she joined the R.D.R, and they’ve become insufferable.” Sam stated. “I know they haven’t given me the time of day in a couple of years...” Nathaniel started. “That’s because you became a damn drug dealer!” Amber blurted out. Nathaniel started to go to respond to Amber, but was stopped by Sam putting her hand up. “We are not doing this. I’ve talked to several people about what’s going on around Amouria and everything I’ve gotten has confirmed my suspicions. Castiel and Nathaniel are on common ground with Mels’ and Amber’s welfare and are fighting a bit less because of that. Priya doesn’t really talk to Nath and is wiling to give him another chance if he turns his shit around. She’s not happy with Mels but recognizes that she’s trying to free herself from the Grim Reaper. Rosa and Alex have allowed their personalities to become very fucking selfish. Leigh and his friend Rayan confirmed what happened when Mels bitch-slapped Rosa at the beach. Priya has confirmed that Mels ignores Rosa and Alexy now. So, as of right now, I don’t necessarily want to see or talk to them, but if they come up to me, I will be pleasant.” Sam explained.

Sam looked at the group and sighed. “Come on. I’m hungry and I wanna go out to eat.”

★

After days of training, Kentin needed a break, so Nathaniel decided to go off on his own wandering adventure. He parked the truck at a park and started walking. He had been walking for nearly an hour before he realized that he had left the park, and found himself surrounded by gravestones. “Why is a park so close to a cemetery?” He pondered as he walked.

A few minutes later, he came upon a grave with two men sitting in front of it. He instantly recognized the younger man. “Remember! Your introduction to Viktor and Severina will be an event!” Alana’s voice rang through his head. “Alana would kick my ass if I meet Viktor before the Gala...” He thought as he looked around. He noticed a large tree near the grave site. He into listen to what Viktor and the other man were saying.

“Hey, Mom. I actually brought Dad here this time.” “Hello my darling Cosima, it’s been a while.” They began to explain what had happened with Achille Mekina’s downfall, and Alana’s involvement in it. “So, Alana brought down Severina’s corrupt father.” Nathaniel thought. His mind began to wander to what had happened to him. “It’s almost as if she has a talent for bringing corrupt parents to justice.” He thought. As the men described Alana stumbling into Viktor, knocking the poisoned drink from his hand, Nathaniel grinned. “She deceived them to save him.” He thought. Edgard began asking Viktor if Alana will ever forgive him for what he did. “No. She won’t. Mels is not, usually, a forgiving woman. You insulted and attempted to discredit her family. Then, you called her a “little bitch, a fucking little whore” and pulled a gun on her when she denied your offer for an arranged marriage with me. She has made it very clear that she will never forgive you... It doesn’t matter that you were under Achille’s influence at the time. What matters is that you felt it was okay to commit those acts at all.” Viktor explained. Nathaniel clenched his fists when he heard this. “THAT BASTARD!” He thought. “Lynne hasn’t forgiven me either.” Edgard pointed out. Viktor scoffed. “After all this time, you still haven’t realized how headstrong the Roster family is. The women in that family are raised to not let themselves be crushed under the shoes of men. Hell, Verity made it clear that that’s one thing she’s always hoped would rub off on Severina. If Mels hasn’t forgiven you, what makes you think her mother will?” Nathaniel had to hold him back from chuckling at Viktor’s words. Nathaniel knew Viktor was right. The men in the Roster family had to be strong... If not to hold themselves high, then to at least keep up with the women. The most docile of the women had always been the family’s matriarch, Margaret. However, it was known that when Margaret’s husband, Harold, began to act like a sexist prick, his daughters and granddaughters were always sure to shut him up.

A few minutes later, Edgard went back to their car, leaving Viktor alone at the grave. Nathaniel continued to hide behind the tree and listen. “I wish Melody, Sam and Severina could be here with me. I know it’s been a while since we all visited you together... But, Severina is busy helping maintain Melody’s sanity in Amouria, and Samantha is with her boyfriend at the Roster Family Home playing babysitter to Melody’s boyfriend and his sister. Because of Mels’ plans, I’m not permitted to visit the house and see my friend... It could run the risk of me meeting Nathaniel before the point that Mels has decided upon. I don’t wanna disappoint Mels... Mels has told Rini and me so much about Nathaniel, yet, after all this time, we still haven’t met him... We couldn’t be there to meet him before she moved to Toronto... We weren’t available to go to the Doctor Who 50th Anniversary Special Red Carpet Premiere in London when Nate took Mels and Nathaniel to it... And now, Mels is taking down a damn drug cartel to save him. I want to believe that he’s a good man... I want to have faith in Melody’s choice in soul mate... But I’m not sure. Part of me wants to say that she’d be better off if she and I were to get back together... But I know that will never happen... Hell, she reminds me of that every time I give her that longing look... Our time ended long ago...” Viktor’s voice had become sad. Nathaniel looked down, his heart becoming heavy. “Viktor is still in love with Alana, after all this time. Maybe she would be happier if she was with him, instead of being with a fuck up like me.” He thought as he sat down.

His mind began to wander to what Alana’s life could have been if they had never gotten together in the first place... Until he heard Viktor begin to speak up again. “You always reminded me that my loving, childhood, relationship with Melody wasn’t allowed to last. That father was going to rip us apart eventually because she’s not, technically, a blue blood like us. You told me to prepare for the day that she falls for someone else, for someone who can actually go the distance with her. When she first started telling Rini and me of this boy she had met who she thought was brilliant and sweet... Rini instantly knew. “She’s falling for him.”, “Nathaniel is the one.” Rini kept saying. Part of me wanted to deny it completely. But, after a while, she began to tell us more and more about her adventures at Sweet Amoris... About how she kept helping a writer find his notebook... About a gamer she became friends with... About Sam’s boyfriend who she thought was a little annoying... About a rebellious musician with a heart of gold... And of course, she wouldn’t shut up about Nathaniel. I didn’t wanna hear it... But, almost every time she spoke about him, she smiled. She did tell us what his parents were like, and why she hates them... But, that didn’t stop her from loving him... I became jealous. I wanted to distance myself from Melody because of it... But Rini explained that it would hurt her if I did...” Viktor continued to talk to his mother’s grave, explaining his feelings over what had happened whenever he heard that Alana and Nathaniel had broken up, then what took place when Alana saved him from his kidnappers. The truth of Nathaniel’s and Alana’s break up had already been explained to Nathaniel by several people... Hell, the Red Death had even sent him security footage from the day it took place... And the resulting mental snap that Alana suffered... But, it was different hearing it from Viktor. There was more loss, and sorrow to it.

After several more minutes of talking, Viktor’s voice changed in tone. It had become more calm. “I don’t know... Maybe, once I meet him, I’ll get the feeling that he truly is Melody’s soul mate... Maybe... Maybe I’ll get a sign... Maybe Melody will shine brighter than she ever has...” Viktor began to chuckle. “Melody has always loved Stardust... Hell, I remember you once calling her a fallen star... And we all know that stars shine brightest when they’re near their true love...” Viktor sat down and leaned his back against the headstone. “I really miss you Mom.”

After realizing that Viktor would probably be silent for the duration of his time there, Nathaniel got up from the tree and decided to walk back to the truck. Part of him wanted to be mad at Viktor for not seeing what Alana was when she was near him and her other friends. That she was beginning to heal from her traumas, and that he was the one who was there for her the most in Amouria. Sam saw that, Severina apparently got it, but Viktor’s jealousy got in the way. However, Nathaniel saw that because he and Viktor had never met, Viktor couldn’t make a proper decision on him... It was was clear that he couldn’t act on blind faith the way Severina seemed to...

As he got back into the truck, he sighed. “Who knows... Maybe she will shine. As it is, that glimmer of hope has returned to her.”

★

Several more days passed. Nathaniel began to become impatient. He did his best to subside this feeling by trying to distract himself. Training with Ken, playing video games with Sam, playing online games with Armin, reading books, and even wandering around the places in Weathering that he remembered Alana telling him about. But, it wasn’t enough. It had been a couple of weeks since he had arrived in Weathering and he wanted to go home... To get back to her.

“Hey, how much longer is this purification going to last?” He heard Sam ask as he hid from her sight. “She must be on the phone with the organization.” He thought. “Look, Nathaniel is getting restless... And rightfully so. We’re all tired of waiting around... So, give me some information and an estimate.” Sam sounded tired. There was a few minutes of silence before Sam spoke up. “Alright. Just know, I know how restless both Melody and Nathaniel are... So finish this shit soon.”

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This is what Nathaniel does during Purification.

I get that one day is primarily between Amber and Sam while Ken and Nathaniel are training... But I find this part very useful.

Credit goes to:

andanguyen on DeviantArt for the Background.

LicyAD on DeviantArt for the Viktor Sprite.

Special shout out to: @vanillaamoursucrethings

She is the one who encouraged me to send Nathaniel and Amber to Weathering and actually do some world building!

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soloragoldsun · 5 years ago

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Favorite to Least Favorite Kyoto Winds Routes

Now that I have played through all of the routes, I would like to weigh in on who I liked and why. This will just delve a little into each route, mostly talking about my personal opinion rather than being a true summary. In the future, I may replay them again to give more detailed reviews of each. This game is good enough for me to actually want to do that! In the meantime, here’s my overall opinion of everyone. Remember, this is a Kyoto Winds list. I have not played Edo Blossoms yet, so this is purely based on the first game. Spoilers below.

#1. Favorite Angel of Perfection: Yamazaki Susumu

This gorgeous piece of wonderfulness shot up to the top of my list early on, and has remained there ever since. I love his route because there is a real sense of mutual respect between him and Yukimura. Unlike many of the other Shinsengumi members, who focus on protecting her and who often make her feel like an outsider, Yamazaki recognizes her potential in the medical field and becomes a mentor to her. He shows her that she doesn’t have to be a fighter in order to be useful. By the end of the route, Yukimura’s confidence is so high, she ends up being the one to convince Yamazaki of his worth when he laments his inability to fight in certain scenarios.

Also, I am an utter sucker for the loner type who quietly supports their love interest from a distance before the two even get to know each other. Yamazaki straight-up says that he was watching Yukimura and rooting for her in secret from the beginning! Another plus is how perfect Yamazaki is at showing affection. He’s very gentle, but very straightforward. Once he knows what his feelings are, he’s not shy about making sure Yukimura knows how much he cares. I just about died when he took her hands after being comforted by her and told her how strong she was and how much she meant to him.

In short, respecting your significant other and telling them you care is totes sexy. Yamazaki does that, and then some. He’s also hella pretty, and his blushy face is the cutest shit ever.

#2. Precious Sunshine Boy: Toudou Heisuke

Not to be dramatic, but I would die for Heisuke. His relationship with Yukimura is absolutely adorable from the very beginning! He’s the first of the main cast to be outwardly kind to her, and regularly stands up for her whenever he can. He gets major points for frequently reminding everyone that the Shinsengumi were the ones to originally take Yukimura prisoner, and are the ones at fault for most of the bad situations that require them to protect her.

I love that he treats Yukimura as his friend from the start, even telling her to call him by his first name due to their closeness in age. There are so many scenes when the two are playing around and enjoying each other’s company. However, there are also several deeper scenes that delve into the conflict Heisuke feels concerning the Shinsengumi. His departure with Itou leads to one of the most beautiful scenes in the game, when he and Yukimura meet each other in a teahouse. They can’t acknowledge that they know each other, since communication between the two groups is forbidden, so they spend hours just talking about the weather and other minor things just so they can be together for a little while.

Heisuke is a beautiful boy, and there is so! Much! Hand! Holding!

#3. Adorable Student Bean: Souma Kazue

I was not expecting to like Souma’s route as much as I did, but holy shit! He’s the cutest thing ever! His relationship with Yukimura is completely different than anyone else’s for two reasons: One, he doesn’t know she’s a girl until later. Two, Yukimura is his teacher when he joins the Shinsengumi. He spends most of the route referring to her as Yukimura-sensei, and is shown to respect her a great deal. The mutual respect and building-up in this route reminds me a lot of Yamazaki’s route, so I think it’s a trait of mentor/mentee relationships in this game.

One thing I like is that Souma is respectful and protective of Yukimura both before and after her gender is revealed. He rushes to protect her from Saburo’s harassment while still thinking she’s a man, and continues to call her his sensei after the truth is revealed. Also, there’s more of a sense of the two spending a lot of time together over the course of the route, which makes the romantic buildup seem very real. I especially like that this romance puts Yukimura in the more dominant role. I hope she’s the one to make the first move and kiss him in Edo Blossoms. I will die of happiness if this happens!

He also gets major bonus points for trying to sleep-cuddle Yukimura at the end. I am a sucker for sleep cuddles!

#4. Emotional Support Samurai: Harada Sanosuke

I liked Sano long before playing his route. He is another character who constantly strives to make Yukimura feel better about her situation and comfort her when things go wrong. This is even clearer in his route, which has several scenes of him looking out for her mental health, whether that involves sneaking out to take her for a nighttime walk or arranging a meeting with Sen so that the two can enjoy some wholesome girl-talk (which Yukimura was sorely lacking).

I did feel that Chapter Five was a bit lackluster in this route compared to some of the others, but it did a good job of solidifying the relationship between the two. Sano learns of Yukimura’s healing powers and is stunned, but insists that she isn’t a monster and that he will still protect her, since he sees it as a man’s duty to protect his lady. He called her his lady, and I am dead, okay?

As a romantic route, it had a perfect amount of buildup and sweet moments. I look forward to what comes next.

#5. Puppy Dog Eyes: Iba Hachiro

I’ll be real: This route could have easily secured the second-place spot, and even been a contender for first-place. It had everything I love in a romance. It had childhood friends reuniting. It had sweet, sweet backstory. It had probably the nicest character in the entire fucking game! Seriously, every scene with Iba and Yukimura was just so tender and beautiful! It felt more like a romantic story than pretty much all of the other routes.

So, why is it down here at number five? Well, it’s because YUKIMURA IS A FREAKING DUM-DUM IN THIS ROUTE! This woman was able to see through the feelings of some of the most closed-off characters in other routes, but somehow can’t figure out why Iba keeps putting himself out there for her. He literally takes her on dates, goes on about how wonderful she is, calls her his inspiration, and even calls her his love toward the end! And still, we have moments of her being like “Why is he doing this for me. This can’t just be an obligation to a childhood friend...” No shit, Sherlock! Does the man have to wear a shirt that has “I LOVE YUKIMURA” written on it in big red letters?!

So, yeah. This was a mixed bag. The good outweighs the bad enough for it to be higher on the list, but I really hope Yukimura actually gets a clue in Edo Blossoms.

#6. Sword Nerd: Saito Hajime

Ah, the classic Quiet Loner with a Heart of Gold. It’s an oldie, but a goodie. Saito is a good, solid route with a sprinkling of cute moments that balance with the emotional distance of other moments. Cute moments include Saito geeking out over swords, the snow bunny, and Saito freaking coming back from a freaking spy mission in order to nurse Yukimura back to health!

This route was definitely about building Saito’s respect for Yukimura, who becomes less timid and more determined to prove herself. As a result, she does spend a longer amount of time feeling like and outsider and doubting her worth. I look forward to seeing what happens in Edo Blossoms, now that she’s found her resolve.

Seriously, I am a sucker for sick fics! Why is this game pushing all my buttons?

#7. Epic Dork Bro: Nagakura Shinpachi

And here we are at the last member of the Golden Trio. Nagakura is a precious dork, and I love him to pieces! He spends most of the route acting as a goofy older brother figure to Yukimura, and the two develop a genuinely-adorable relationship. The scene when he falls asleep in her room and gets all embarrassed when he wakes up was particularly cute.

I did feel that the ending of his route was a bit rushed compared to the others. Also, I never felt that shift from him feeling like an older brother to him being a romantic interest. I look forward to seeing that change actually happen in Edo Blossoms.

Overall, this was a route with good moments that tapered off just a bit at the end, but I still loved it.

#8. The True Sexy Demon Man: Hijikata Toshizo

I genuinely enjoyed Hijikata’s route. I just happened to like seven routes better than it. The development between him and Yukimura is very solid, and it’s nice seeing him go from being stern and scary to gruff and caring. This route also made me hate Kazama even more than I already had. Seriously, let’s kill that fucker in the next game!

The appeal as a romance route was a bit lessened by Hijikata’s often-derisive attitude, and the fact that he calls Yukimura a kid from beginning to end. Like, hello? Talking to a grown-ass adult, here. If Yukimura’s old enough to be waifu material for a creepy Demon, she’s old enough to not be called “Kid.”

This had decent buildup, and the beginning of some good payoff. I’ll be waiting, oh second game, for my sweet reward.

#9. Threatening Jerkass: Okita Souji

I actually did warm up to Okita by the end of his route, but holy fuck did I have to slog through a lot of eye rolls to get to that point! He’s supposed to be the asshole who secretly cares, but he makes a little too much of a secret of it throughout most of the route. And, I’m sorry, but you can’t make me believe that him scaring a group of kids is actually an endearing scene. Can’t do it, game.

I did enjoy seeing him soften over time, but I really didn’t like all the moments when Okita makes cruel jabs at Yukimura, acting like he doesn’t care to the point where she actually believes him. I said this back at the number one spot: Telling the person you love that you actually give a damn is totes sexy.

Ah well. People are saying I will adore him in Edo Blossoms, so I’ll hold out for now.

#10. Doctor Evil: Sanan Keisuke

Sanan is a smooth motherfucker, and he’s hot as hell. He even had some really good moments with Yukimura that made me smile. It’s too bad he continues to exude the creepy scientist vibe between those moments. Even when being romanced, he still threatens you several times, including that scene when he almost cuts you for science.

He is definitely a good, complex character. I won’t deny that. It’s just hard to ship him with Yukimura when she spends basically the entire route feeling scared of him.

Please mellow out, you sexy, vampiric son of a bitch.

#11. Bad Touch: Sakamoto Ryouma

I’ve started reading up on the Shinsengumi and other individuals of the time period, and Sakamoto actually seems to be the most interesting and morally-sound. Too bad his route made me want to fall asleep. It had loads of good historical goodies, but this was bogged down by a romance that many YA books would laugh at.

He’s charming and oh-so-charismatic, to the point where Yukimura apparently feels a bond with him despite only spending a little time with him. He regularly gets into her personal space and refuses to back off when asked, but he just feels so warm and comforting and- *gag*

Yeah. The history and the non-romantic moments were interesting, but I’d rather do personal research for that.

#12. Edgelord McFuckboy: Kazama Chikage

I hated Kazama from the beginning. My feelings only deepened as I played route after route and saw the many, many ways this fucker can creep on Yukimura, kill her friends, and call all humans insects. He’s a racist jerk who wants a convenient broodmare for the McFuckboy Clan.

I will admit that the dialogue with him is always interesting. He is a well-spoken character, and an intriguing one. He acts gentler toward Yukimura in this route, but it’s only because she’s in a position where he’s literally her only option for protection.

He thinks humans are insects, tries to kidnap a woman to impregnate her on multiple occasions, and will gladly kill her friends in order to get to her. What a dick.

#hakuoki #hakuouki #kyoto winds #spoilers #characters #ranking #yamazaki susumu #toudou heisuke #souma kazue #harada sanosuke #saito hajime #nagakura shinpachi #iba hachiro #okita souji #sanan keisuke #sakamoto ryouma #kazama chikage

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saintcheesus · 6 years ago

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If you're still accepting prompts, maybe John wingmanning for Arthur to help him get with Charles. Thanks in advance if you decide to write this

I love this nonny!

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I am convinced that Charles has taken to chopping wood in front of me solely to drive me mad. He started taking his shirt off just last week, on account of this damn heat...

“Take your shirt off too, if you hot then.

Arthur slammed his journal shut faster than John had ever seen. John laughed at how red in the face Arthur became, it suited him better than that sourpuss one he was always sporting.

“Goddammit, Marston! Why you standing here for?”

“You must have been awful distracted to not realize my shadow been over you since you was writing. When you gonna sketch him shirtless?”

Arthur grumbled and looked away.

“I already did...” he mumbled shortly after. John smiled at that and sat down next to his big brother. Just like Abigail showed him, he snatched the book from Arthur so deftly that by the time he reacted to the air in his hands, John had already managed to sneak a quick peek of the rough sketch. It wasn’t for longer than a few seconds, unfortunately, because Arthur was just as quick taking it back. John was also gifted a swift but firm slap to the back of the head. He thought he was twelve again, but just like then, he shook it off.

“Why don’t you show him the sketch?”

“Right, suppose I’ll just mosey up to him and say something foolish like, ‘Hey Charles come look at this sketch I have of you while I watched you chop wood for an hour!’ I’m sure he’ll be real keen on that, John. You moron.”

“Sure, but then y’all get to chatting and then who knows what could happen from there.”

John snuck a glance at his brother and his heart twinged a bit at the sight of someone he idolized (not like he’ll ever tell Arthur) for being the gang’s hero of sorts, look so helpless.

“I ain’t good at talking to folks, John. My best skills is fighting and shooting. Ain’t much room for talk during those.”

“Arthur you was nearly married.”

He was considering mentioning Eliza too, but Arthur still shuts down hard whenever there might be room for her to be mentioned.

“Mary’s different...she’s--”

“A woman.” John finished. Arthur’s resigned nod and sad face was the answer.

“What if Charles don’t...what if he don’t like men?”

“What if he does?”

“What if he don’t like me?”

That sounded like it physically hurt Arthur to think that way, and John was not about to let Arthur doubt himself into not asking Charles. He wasn’t sure why Arthur forgot about that period before Mary where he fucked. Men and women alike. It was a short window of time but Arthur still owes John favors for covering for him all the times he snuck his lovers into camp.

“Wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. It’s like you said, John. I was nearly married, but I ain’t because she ain’t want me. She weren’t even the first to say that.”

John never really cared much for Mary, and hearing how sad and insecure that break-up made him just makes him mad all over again.

“I ain’t good enough for him.”

John didn’t mean to have the conversation take this turn, Arthur was clearly upset enough that he sighed and left his spot on the grass. John watched as Arthur schlepped away to his tent. John turned his attention back to Charles, who had just taken a break from his chore. He was wiping sweat off his brow, his eyes caught John’s. He smiled and waved, John was more than happy to return the gesture. The topless man then walked over to him and joined him in Arthur’s old spot.

“How are you, John?”

“Reckon I could be better. Getting a bit restless, I’m probably going to head out soon.”

Charles hummed. John suddenly had an idea.

“Charles do you want to go hunting with me? I saw a bunch of rabbits not too far from here, and deer too, they was making babies all winter so there’s plenty of them.”

Charles laughed and nodded.

“Sure, I’ll grab my gear and meet you at the horses.”

John tipped his head and waited for Charles to leave before darting over to Arthur, who still looked as miserable as ever, scribbling away in his journal. He was drawing Cain.

“Arthur! Arthur let’s go hunting!”

“I don’t want to, go away!”

“I want you to come with me.”

“Always nice to try somethings for ourselves, I reckon.” He deadpanned

John was getting irritated, but he wasn’t going to stop.

“Please Arthur? We ain’t really done much with each other outside of missions. You might not miss my company so much but some times...well...you know...”

Arthur sighed loudly and John smiled, knowing that he won. Arthur put his journal away and then put his hat on.

“Come on then, the sun’s about ready to start setting and ain’t no use hunting in the dark.”

John was as giddy as a child and practically ran over to his horse. Charles was already waiting there. John wished he had a camera to capture the priceless face that he had when he saw Arthur walking over with him. It was sheer delight, and John nearly pummeled his brother for thinking that he wasn’t interested. When John looked at Arthur, the man’s face was pale as all hell. He had his lasso on-hand in case Arthur was thinking about booking it back to his tent. Instead, he shook it off and smiled at Charles.

“Morning, Charles.”

John wanted to laugh so bad. Arthur sounded like a love-sick teenager, he wasn’t even this bad with Mary! He even batted his eye lashes at him! Charles chuckled and placed a hand on his shoulder. He rubbed it with his thumb. His thumb! John thought he was going to combust! He knew Arthur had a penchant for being stupid but he didn’t think Charles had a bit of the fool gene in him too.

“John didn’t tell me you were coming with us.”

Arthur giggled as he anxiously fiddled with his horse, Artie. She was a good girl.

“It’s funny...he ain’t tell me neither.”

Arthur’s eyes flicked over to John’s and the man knew he was going to get his ass beat the moment they came back to camp. It would be worth it, he decided.

Charles smoothly mounted Taima, and patted her gently. John could have sworn he saw Arthur swoon at the sight. This was bad, this was the worst he’d ever seen someone. He was definitely telling Tilly and Hosea about this.

“If I had known, I would have dressed better.”

John had never heard Arthur snort while laughing ever, but today was full of firsts for the both of them. The cowboy’s face was beet-red as he nervously laughed. Maybe John should have told him beforehand, but he didn’t want the man getting cold feet and never come. Charles started riding off, leaving the two brothers to follow.

“Did John tell you what we were going to hunt?” Charles started the conversation. Arthur seemed to have calmed down, that was good.

“No, did he tell you?”

They were talking about him like he wasn’t right there. They really were made for each other.

“Rabbits.”

“Yeah cause y’all about to be fucking like them”, John thought.

“I think I know what he’s talking about, there’s a clearing in the forest that’s just a bit further out from camp. We could spend the night there, since it’s already near sundown.”

Charles flashed another smile at him and nodded.

“Sounds like a good idea. You brought your bow?”

Arthur pulled it from his horse’s holster.

“Good. You’re really good with that thing. Didn’t even need to really teach you.”

Arthur tipped his head downward so that you couldn’t really make out his face, but John was next to him and could see that he was grinning from ear-to-ear. It really warmed John’s heart to see him so touched. Only lover he had that was nearly as kind to him as Charles was Eliza. People weren’t truly kind to Arthur, very few were. John wasn’t very kind to him either, not after he deserted him for a year. But he was trying to make it up, Charles would be good for Arthur. Arthur just seemed so lonely most days and melancholic, besides himself, Hosea, and Sadie, Charles was the only other one to try and make him feel good about himself. Of course this is all considering the fact that they both love-sick buffoons who needed one non love-sick buffoon like John Marston to help them get together. It was working so far.

They finally got to that clearing that Arthur mentioned and along the way, they saw rabbits, deer, and even a few turkeys. They were definitely going to have decent meals coming their way. Charles and Arthur were both dismounting when John whistled for Charles to come over to him.

“Why are you still on your horse? Come down, set up camp with us.”

“I’ll catch up with y’all later on, I think there was a...a...legendary rabbit up that way. It’s best if we split up to cover more ground, and y’all are better hunters than me so if you stay here you’ll catch all these critters.”

Charles crossed his arms and smirked. He looked like he caught John’s drift but then maybe Charles just always looked charming. He exhaled and nodded after quiet deliberation.

“Alright, but I’m telling Arthur before he starts to worry after you.”

Before John could stop him, Charles turned and shouted, “John’s heading further up, he’ll come back tonight!”

Arthur shouted back, “If you get into any trouble shoot your gun twice so we can come get you, you hear?”

“Sure.”

“You got water? Food? Bullets?”

“Yes, Arthur!”

“Don’t come back no later than noon neither, can’t have you running off on us again.”

Arthur did this when he was a kid and he’s still doing it now. He was grown! He was twenty-six he knew how to pack for a hunting trip! He huffed and began walking away from the two of them. He found a patch of grass on a hill not more than five minutes away from them. When he got to the top he managed to coax his horse to lay down and have a nap with him. When they woke it was well past mid-night. Tiredly, he and his horse trudged back to the campsite where he found that the fire was still lit. He also realized that there was only two tents pitched up instead of three. He went to walk over to the second tent but he kicked an empty can of beans, and Artie got spooked because of it, she huffed two strong gusts of wind in his face. She also woke Arthur up. He came out of the tent with just his pants thrown on haphazardly. When he saw John standing there he put his hands on his hips.

“You been gone all that time and ain’t bring nothing back? Ain’t you the one that wanted to hunt?”

“He was a slippery bastard.”

“Shut up, I see the drool marks on your face, idiot.”

John crossed his arms. Arthur started to let up.

“If you was sleeping then you wasn’t eating. Come on, Charles and I made a plate for you.”

John realized that there were at least ten rabbits, two turkeys, and a buck who was big feller. His stomach growled when Arthur placed the plate in his hands. The food was still warm. It was beans, corn, and turkey. Much better than anything Pearson ever cooked. While he was scarfing it down, Charles came out of the same tent Arthur did, also half-naked. He was yawning while he walked over to Arthur and kissed the man on his bare shoulder.

“Why did you leave?”

“Because John came back and nearly let my horse die of shock.”

Accused man swallowed his food and said very sternly, “I did not!”

Charles woke up after hearing John’s voice and it was his turn to blush. Arthur’s composure was much better than earlier today. He was smiling at John teasingly.

“Yes, you’ll be glad to know your little plan worked.”

“Do I gotta leave camp again to let y’all finish or are you done?”

Arthur rolled his eyes and waved his little brother away as he turned to go back into the tent.

“Shut up and go back to bed after you finish eating, that tent’s pitched over there for you. Charles and I will see you in the morning because I ain’t about to let you return to camp empty-handed.”

Charles followed behind Arthur dutifully as they went back into their tent. Once the camp got quiet again all John could do was childishly mock him before doing exactly as he was told.

At least Arthur got his man, though.

#ask and you shall receive #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #john marston #charles smith #rdr2 #Anonymous

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lactosecarrotsoup · 6 years ago

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My thoughts on Sean & Finn’s kiss

This will be long and of course contain spoilers, as if you can’t tell by the title... thingy. So, be warned. This will also contain my opinion(s); which is a very sensitive subject in this fandom.

We’re all entitled to our own thoughts, opinions, beliefs, etc.

With that said, let’s get started!

For those who are new to this game... I will give you a short summery. Life is Strange is a video game series ran by DontNod. A great company who loves to make players cry. This season has new characters from the other season and DLC. This season takes place in Washington where you play as a 16 year old boy, Sean Diaz, who’s a regular teenager. He loves drawing, skating, and of course stereotypical teen stuff such as drugs and parties. Taking away the partying and drug usage, he’s your typical shy-ish guy. He also has a little brother named Daniel, he’s 9 years old.

Both of them are Hispanic, including their father (Esteban), making this season’s cast more diverse than the first season, where the main characters were mainly white.

Speaking of their father, he dies. Yep. After Sean forces Daniel out of his room, Daniel runs to their hot-headed neighbor and accidentally spills homemade zombie blood on him. Sean over see’s the neighbor about to hurt Daniel and rushes out the house, protecting him. After a few racial slurs/crude remarks to Daniel, Sean decides to fight him. Sean shoves the neighbor onto a small rock (which I still dont understand how that injured him), and he lays on the ground in shock/going unconscious.

A cop shows up and hell breaks loose. The cop only see’s the “blood” on the neighbors shirt and Daniels, thinking nothing but the worst of the situation rather than questioning them. The dad comes out, trying to reason with the officer and he gets trigger happy, shooting Sean & Daniel’s dad, killing him. Daniel screams in shock/anger/horror and Sean blacks out. Whenever he wakes up, the entire street is destroyed and more people are dead/unconscious. He grabs Daniel and they runaway, not wanting to get involved with the crime. It’s later found out that Daniel has powers (similar theme to LIS season 1) and can move objects with his mind.

More shit happens, yada yada yada.

NOW.

Episode 3 just released. In episode two, the brothers meet quite a few people. But most notably for this post, Cassidy and Finn. These two are regular friends (or maybe even “fuck buddies” as Finn and another girl described their relationship), who are a lot like Sean and Daniel. Cassidy left her old home life to live on the road. Finn, I can’t remember if he said anything or not. But I would think it would be for the same reason or something crime related.

Anyways, point is, they all group together and live in the woods. But, they all also work for this dude who runs a farm with nothing but pot.

Yep.

A nine year old and sixteen year old kid are working at a pot farm.

This leads to Finn, Cassidy, and Sean to get high, drunk, etc.

Finn get’s a hair up his ass and decides; “Hey, why don’t we steal all the cash from our boss? Who cares if he may know about Sean & Daniel’s backstory, has security footage evidence of them, and shotguns?!”

Cassidy is against this. But you, the player, have the option to accept or refuse his plan to rob the big dude with the cash.

And in the words of Chloe Price from season one; he’s got some “hella cash”

SORRY I HAD TOO.

But still, you can either rob from the guy or go against it. But HO HO HO! This choice doesn’t matter that much. Finn does it anyways (with a fUCKING NINE YEAR OLD HELPING HIM AND RISKING THAT KID’S LIFE) and Cassidy gets upset and worried. So, if you disagree with Cassidy, you end up meeting with them anyways so you can stop them. You get in trouble either way, btw.

But, let’s back it up.

If you agree to join Finn’s plan, he’s happy and you have the chance to romance him. Which, at first thought (including mine), was great! In the first season, Max was bisexual. You can flirt/romance with Chloe and/or Warren. With Sean romancing Cassidy and Finn, the developers made him bisexual.

But... it’s not all roses. Let me give you my first reaction. I do actually have it recorded.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGJ8lg5clHM

2:29:55 - 2:34:24

If you don’t watch it, basically I was excited and shocked. I didn’t like Finn at first but in that moment, I shipped them. I wanted Sean to be happy and happy enough to open up about his sexuality, if he hadn’t already.

But, I realized something.

Finn is most likely 20+. Sean is still 16. This means Finn is an older guy kissing a minor, which is of course, illegal. Not to mention that earlier in that episode, he was teaching Daniel to throw knifes and such. He smokes and drinks and admits his sexual relationships in front of a kid, too.

Speaking of his sexual relationships, it would be highly toxic if Sean and him dated/had casual sexual intercourse. Just based on Sean’s personality and how he had a crush on that Jen girl in the first episode, and how close him and Cassidy warmed up to each-other, he wears his heart on his sleeve. One thing this season has done WONDERFULLY is not distribute toxic masculinity. Sean and Daniel have both cried several times. Most men don’t like to talk/show their feelings because they feel weak and such, which is horrible. No guy should feel that way and should openly express them-self.

Sean does this, which is amazing. Yet, still can harm him.

Right after you agree to Finn’s plan, you can kiss him. Throughout the episode, he also flirts with Sean. Of course you have the CHOICE to kiss him... but it’s only after you accept his agreement. You can kiss Cassidy (and sleep with her) but she will storm off, angry, without kissing you, if you agree to Finn’s plan. Which is reasonable. Or, you can lie to her, saying you thought his plan was dumb, and she’ll kiss you. Both reasonable (in my opinion) responses to each situations.

But, how come you can’t kiss Finn regardless? Sean can say no and they could still talk about their feelings, leading to a kiss. Instead, they do nothing.

Finn is manipulative. He used Sean’s emotions to get to him. He probably noticed how close him and Cassidy were and how much love he has for Daniel, openly saying it every now and then, and wanting to protect him. Finn noticed how open Sean is and took advantage.

Imagine if this wasn’t a choice base game and the story automatically follows Sean agreeing with Finn.

He flirts with him throughout the episode and is very charismatic. Since Daniel notices how close Sean and Cassidy are getting, he rants to Finn. Finn takes in this information and uses it against them. He becomes “cool” in Daniel’s eyes by being super chill, rebellious, and showing him how to violently protect himself/hurt others. In a sense, he becomes Daniel’s temporary older and “cooler” brother, making Daniel look up to him. With Finn’s flirting, he admits (once again, if your choices didn’t matter) that he has feelings for some guys.

Finn takes note of this.

The idea pops into his head to steal from the man who runs the pot farm... thing. I’m an innocent bean who hasn’t done anything harder than prescribed drugs for anxiety and stuff. So forgive me if I’m getting these terms wrong, LOL! But, the point still remains, he tells Daniel who is automatically on board. I doubt a 9 year old boy truly cares if they have enough money or not. I bet his main thought was “If I do this, then Finn will think I’m cool! He’ll treat me like an adult and so will others.”

In fact, I bet you that was his exact thoughts, just based on what he said to Sean and how he acted towards others.

If you really look at it, guys... it looks similar to a Mark Jefferson/Nathan Prescott relationship in season 1. I’m not going to go into many details for the people who haven’t played/watched season 1 yet, but I’ll give you guys a basic rundown by what I mean.

Nathan was mentally ill. He suffered from possibly multiple disorders and had an abusive father. His father wanted him to be the best of the best, not for his sake, but for the families sake. This got to Nathan and he hated his father. Mark Jefferson was a teacher who noticed this, befriending Nathan, and becoming a fatherly figure. The two teamed up to do sickening plans and crimes together which ended up getting them caught in the end.

Now, who does that sound like?

Daniel just lost his father and he’s angry. He probably has PTSD and anger management issues, based on how he’s acting and the situations he’s been through. Finn is an older figure and tricks Daniel to follow his plans and crime, as they’re stealing. They end up getting caught by the boss no matter what they, Sean, Cassidy, or the player does.

Sean is in the same boat, minus the anger issues. He probably suffers more from depression and PTSD (since he talks about the past a lot to others and how they know their story). Since he does talk about his feelings, Finn uses to his advantage.

When Sean agrees to the heist, Finn and him (can) kiss as an award. An award for falling into his trap and doing whatever he wanted.

Nathan got fatherly love and praise from Jefferson, resulting in him to continue their disgusting plans in order to feel loved.

Sean (and Daniel) and becoming the Nathan of this season.

We have to watch out who will be our jefferson.

I also have to address another elephant in the room.

We’re the reason this happened.

If you go through old DontNod/Life is Strange official posts (I suggest instagram or facebook, where i saw mine), I saw nothing but comments saying how much they want Chloe and Max back. I assume this is because of how you can romance Chloe. They want their love story/friendship to continue. Even though we did get a comic series based on them, it wasn’t good enough.

DontNod probably got sick of it and forced this to happen. While they were probably writing Cassidy as a love interest in the beginning, and Finn as probably just a random stranger or a brother of hers, the noticed all the hate and said “fuck it!”

As a result, we got the chance to kiss Finn... before you could write him off by injuring or killing him. Which, many people were pissed about.

But if you REALLY think about it, we were the cause of that. They probably didn’t want that, wanting to focus on Cassidy and the actual story. But many people wanted LGBTQ+ moments (which is understandable) but didn’t want Sean and Daniel’s story. Or they did get involved in their story but wanted a LGBTQ+ character.

The story of Life is Strange (both seasons + DLC) is nothing more but teens/young adults finding themselves through very difficult times. This with the responsibility of super powers, which are hurting those around them. It’s not meant to be a romance. It’s meant to be a drama, sci-fi, and angst story. (And thriller bc of Max’s nightmare bc that shit scared me)

While yes, I was happy and excited at first about Sean & Finn kissing. I was happy that there was potential for things to be “normal” and Sean to be happy, there was a lot of red flags. The age differences, the manipulation, the parallel's, and how forced it was.

Thanks for coming to my TEDTalk! Before you leave a hateful response, please know my opinion is valid like yours and others. Not only that, but I’m not the first to point some of this out. :)

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honkhonkrichard · 7 years ago

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Some losers club headcannons

yeah it’s really long sorry i have a lot of thoughts

Bill:

- Hates rain/storms/bad weather, because it reminds him of Georgie.

- Plays baseball

- only swears under his breath (that’s why after the garage scene when he says “one more f-f-fucking time-” it kinda leaves everyone speechless)

- sneezes every four minutes

-the little spoon

- giggles at everything

- huge romantic

Richie:

- loves raccoons

- hella lanky/thin

- really good at drawing (Bill draws a little, like in the movie, but he sticks to writing, mostly. Richie taught Bill how to draw)

- started a comedy club at school

- says cursed things like “totes McGoats”, “mark my worms” and “You know what really kame hames my hah”

- “Richie, what are you doing? “[immediately, with no hesitation] Treason, of the highest order”

- Wentworth Tozier grew up in Italy, met Maggie Tozier in a trip to NYC, where they fall in love. Richie can speak p good Italian and moved to Derry when he was 5-6

- Loves the movie Grease, and has gone as Danny Zuko several times.

- has (a) really big hands/mouth/feet/ears etc. He’s just generally a large person.

Eddie:

- flexible as hell (He does the bridge once and begins to freak out because he thinks he broke his spine)

- “you all are not”

- Loves musicals

- does track an field

- has a leather fanny pack (Christmas, 1992, Beverly thought it fucking incredible)

- “I’d sell you to satan for one corn chip”

- loves to dance

- “mama didn’t raise a quitter but she did raise a fool”

- freckles

- will wear layers and layers even in hot weather

- grows his hair out to spite his mother, who always liked it short

Stan:

- sneaky as hell

- talks to fast sometimes

- lots of voice cracks

- tallest of the club (6′5″ by grade 11)

- perfect posture

- laughs loudly once in a blue moon

- really really nice hand writing

- born in Israel, moved to Derry when he was 5-6

- white passing

- goes for a long run every morning

- Does track and field

- loves ABBA more than he loves himself

- “you’re telling me, a chicken fried this rice?”

- Has two cats, Cookies and Creme

- wakes up at 5:30am

- can’t deal with ticking clocks, freaks over locking doors and hates seeing messes (because OCD, u know)

Mike:

- “Y’aint”

- always has snacks on him

- wears glasses but only for reading and they hang on the edge of his nose

- pats people

- random hugs

- can’t swim (The losers had to teach him how)

- named his sheep after the losers and named one particularly awful one Lil Penny

- hums a lot

- stronk man

- loves to climb trees

- saw a movie once, probably

Beverly:

- plays piano and guitar

- wears a jean jacket

- lots of patches on her clothes (mostly the jean jacket)

- is the meanest person in the world when she first wakes up

- stronk

- responds to most compliments with awkward finger guns

- “cool beans”

- goes on hikes/walks a lot

- sunburns

- “....whomst?”

Ben:

- owns like 3 shirts

- loves music

- has all the nice toys (water proof walkman, dope ass bike, etc.)

- has seen every movie ever

- cries everytime someone breaks a pencil (”You need to treat it with respectI”)

- Will always buy you food/lunch if you don’t have any

- Plays football

- owns a Foosball table

General:

- Richie and Ben have mutual respect for each other

- (Richie thinks Ben is super brave and incredibly humble and kind, and thinks that if he could be Ben for a day he would finally learn to slow down and appreciate everything around him)

- (Ben thinks Richie is super cool, funny and undeniably one of the smartest people he’d ever known. If he were Richie for a day, he’s sure that he could make every wish he has come true.)

- Eddie is always concerned Bill is sick.

- Stan talks back to teachers and Richie thinks it’s the most beautiful thing in the world

- Richie is the only one allowed to call Bev Bevvie. everyone else gets a slap.

- Eddie and Stan bond over their love for Meryl Streep and ABBA

- Richie and Stan learned english together because it’s their second languages

- the most dividing fight the group faced (other than the IT fist fight between Richie/Bill) was the debate of which is better, Hot chocolate, Tea or Coffee. (richie/Ben think hot chocolate, Bill/Mike think Coffee, Eddie/Stan think Tea. Beverly says redbull, its a whole thing)

- everytime Bill drinks coffee everyone (including Mike) gags a little bit (Bill drinks coffee straight from the pot. No sugar or milk. Straight coffee)

- Bev and Bill constantly check to see who’s taller

- Mike and Eddie have an inside joke of correcting each other (“Y’aint” “you all are not”)

- Richie almost got arrested after losing his temper around Sonia Kaspbrak, in which he punched her, and Eddie had to convince her not to press charges

- When Ben learned that Stan had OCD and Richie had ADHD, he went to the library and did research on it, so he could help them if he needed

- Richie and Ben are the only two that drive

- by 10th grade, Richie was banned from the school library. When Ben asked why, Richie grinned, looked over at Stan, who also grinned, turned back to Ben and said “I’ll tell you when you’re older”

- Richie’s parents like to throw big Barbaques and things of that nature and towards the end of the night, they always let Richie do a quick stand up show, and Stan or Wentworth will also sometimes go up and do something.

- Bev and Richie are like the brother/sister combo who take the school by storm. Loud, bold and hand in hand.

- Stan and Bev are like the brother/sister who are genuinely there for each other.

Grade 11-12 heights: Stan (6′5″), Richie (6′0-1″), Mike (5′11″), Ben (5′10-11″), Bill (5′8″), Bev (5′7-8″), Eddie (5′5″)

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whereisvanderwood · 7 years ago

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Zenzai Soup

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“You lied to me.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Then why is your forehead so hot and covered in sweat?”

“It’s the heat.”

“It’s winter. And snowing.”

“I’m cold, then.”

“No, you have a cold, probably even the flu!” (Y/N) plonked herself on the blue dragon’s bed, her star-striking eyes feathered with elegant lashes showing sympathy, plus a pinch of pique. “Why didn’t you tell anyone, Abi? You’re the only one who constantly over-exerts yourself in every battle.

“I don’t…”

“You fight with a sword without giving yourself so much as a breather, and then use your dragon power that gives you paralysis in return. That’s what you call ‘over-exertion’.” She placed her hand on his forehead as she compared her own temperature. “And now you’re bedridden.”

“Don’t tell the others. It’s humiliating.”

“They already know. It’s pretty obvious.”

Abi grumbled. “Then don’t let them come in-- their voices are ear-wretching enough from here as is.”

(Y/N) sighed. “Well, at least you’re still you.” She picked up the metallic tray of empty bowls and teacups and headed for the room’s entrance. “I’ll come back with a wet cloth for your forehead. So in the meantime, stay.”

“I’m not a dog.”

“Oh, and also,” she called out as she popped her head through the door again, “do you have a soup preference?”

His eyes opened just that little bit more, and his cat-like eyes seemed to turn into a puppy’s. He pulled the blanket up to his nose, and his words were muffled as he replied with some embarrassment.

“Huh? What was that?”

“...Zenzai…”

“The one with the mochi?”

Frowning like a child, too prideful to admit his guilty pleasure, he stiffly nodded.

(Y/N) giggled to herself, giving him a thumbs up, before closing the door behind her. Abi, meanwhile, sank further into his bed, his deep ocean-blue hair splayed across the pillows of cottony comfort. Why me, his thoughts chanted. What good am I to my king like this?

Knowing the dragon warriors, he was surely making a fuss already, Abi predicted. And he wasn’t wrong; as soon as (Y/N) had set foot out of the blue dragon’s quarters, she was swarmed by three other dragons.

“How is he? Is he okay, (Y/N)?” Zeno fretted.

“How weak is he to let himself catch some cold? What an idiot.”

“It’s my fault as his brother for not having noticed the signs sooner...”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “It’s just a bug, guys. It’s been going around the castle-- I’m surprised none of you are sick, either.”

“We’re tough, unlike that half-assed kid in there,” Shuten pointed to his room, followed by a bonk on the head by Guen.

“Can’t you have a heart for once? He’s our brother. We should be helping him recover quickly.”

“Uhm, he actually told me he doesn’t want to see any of you… It’s probably better he rests for now, anyway.”

“What!? And you call me heartless, Guen! That bastard.”

(Y/N) shushed the dragons, desperate for hers to get the rest he deserved. “Just keep yourselves busy. Surely that can’t be too hard.”

“And do what?”

Shoving the tray of dishes into Shuten’s hands, she shooed them away from the room’s vicinity, complying with Abi’s wishes for peace and quiet.

The bug has been pretty bad lately, she pondered, hoping no-one else would get sick. One ill warrior was enough for her to handle. Swiftly, she scurried to the kitchen to make a start on his favourite soup.

…

The sweet scent of the sticky delicacy mixed with a red bean fragrance wafted to his nose the moment she re-entered his room, stirring him enough from his drowsiness to feel the butterflies in his tummy flutter with her return. Her company was a kind that he welcomed gladly, which was saying something, considering his lack of welcoming nature at all. She made him feel like a normal person again, as opposed to some monster the public makes him out to be.

“I made it to your liking as best as I could. I’m not a chef, so don’t hate me if your health worsens.”

“It smells good…”

“I made you some more green tea, too. I heard it’s good for your immune system.”

“But… we don’t even have camellias in the kingdom…”

“I went for a walk,” she smiled. “I hope I didn’t take too long.”

“In the snow? You’ll get sick, too…”

“Stop talking. Eat your soup,” she ordered as she shifted his pillows so he would sit upright. She made herself comfortable by his side as she sat cross-legged on his large double-bed next to his lying figure.

He let her spoon-feed him as he couldn’t even feel his limbs anymore. The warm liquid travelled down his throat and he was instantly overcome with a melting sensation of pure bliss and satiate. It was exactly what he needed.

“...Good?”

“Good.”

“You should stay sick all the time. I don’t think I’ve heard you compliment my cooking before, let alone me.”

“You’re just too forgetful to remember…”

“Care to refresh the memory of a forgetful nurse?” she smirked as she fed him another spoonful, feeling great relief every time he greedily gulped the soup.

“You’re my forgetful nurse…”

(Y/N)’s face was instantly painted a bright red. “Y-You’re not supposed to say that out-loud! No-one knows about us, yet!” she whisper-yelled. To her surprise, he giggled.

“You’re the least annoying out of everyone, you know...”

“And you’re delirious.” Putting down the bowl of soup, she wrung a piece of cloth from a bowl of icy water and placed it on his sweating brow. “I didn’t even put alcohol in the soup, and now you’re acting all funny on me.”

“You’re funny.”

“...Finally someone who agrees with me.”

“And beautiful…”

Her heart skipped a beat, and it was enough to make her feel like she was on cloud nine. She had to stop what she was doing and cover her face from his heart-stealing gaze, convinced he could see her heart parading about inside her chest.

“That must be some fever you’ve got.”

“I mean it.”

“...Really?”

He nodded. His eyes suddenly began to grow weary and she could see the struggle to stay awake. After recomposing herself, she fixed his pillows again and pulled the blanket up to his chin while gently wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“Can you… stay…?” he panted. His hand search blindly for hers as his eyes remained closed to combat the onset vertigo.

She caught his hand in hers, giving it an affectionate squeeze. “Of course.”

“Can you sing… for me?”

“Sorry, that’s way too much to ask.”

“Please? I… like your voice...”

She sighed, hating the feeling of obligation to abide his request. Nonetheless, she pushed through her embarrassment and softly sang her go-to melody, slowly lulling the not-so scary dragon man into a child-like slumber of needed peace. She watched his lips curve upwards the more she sang, and her confidence was boosted.

When Abi wouldn’t let go of her hand, despite her being convinced he was in a deep sleep, she let herself lay down next to him, her other hand gently caressing his hot cheeks of rosy red. Slowly, she succumbed to the lulling of his soft breathing and drifted to sleep with him.

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Chapter 5 (Koopa Kingdom fanfiction) draft I may edit this later on

Chapter 5

(Meanwhile Ludwig point of view)

Me, Lemmy, Morton jr., Iggy, and Roy went out to find and rescue Kamek and King/Prince of Koopa. As soon as they arrived at the kidnappers' hideout according to Iggy’s’ tracking device, and the castle looked familiar. “If my calculation is correct, I believe our father, brother, Kamek all should be here you guys.” “I hope you’re correct Iggy because I don’t want to go through this bullshit again.” Roy said in a concerning tone. “Yea Iggy, maybe this could be a damn trap bruh.” Lemmy replied while Iggy pulled out a 3D blueprint watch layout of the building. “Look, I know this could be a damn stretch, but I placed a tracking device microchip while they were sleeping, and those dots on my blueprint is their exact location. At longs, we follow this carefully we may rescue our king, prince, and Kamek….” I interrupted him. “Sorry to interrupt you, Iggy, even though this is a good idea. But I should make the decisions around here as a true leader should.” “Well, “Mr. Leader” if you let me finish maybe you know that I was going to say that we need to make sure stick together and make sure we’re not detected, it shouldn’t take us maybe not even 30-60 minutes if you follow my league.” They all agreed, Iggy made sure to disarm any type of alarm, CCTV, and in case they had body heat sensors. As soon he was finished, he finally transported us inside making sure no one notice once we entered. “Okay guys, and before you say or do anything stupid like you always do Roy. Roy gave Iggy type of look how dear you say something so foul. Don’t give me that look, Roy, you know it’s true, but anyway it says that they’re located on the other side of the building. If we are very careful and not make any sound, we could rescue them in a snap.” “Don’t you think we should split up to make sure we get every area in this castle bruh?” Lemmy asked I replied to his question by saying. “You may have a point, but like Iggy had said before we need to make sure we stick together just in case we can charge at our enemies head-on. Plus, this place is like a maze and could be boobytrapped” “I guess you’re a right bruh.” “Stop lollygagging around chumps, let’s get our family and get the fuck out of his, the others are probably worried sick about us by now.” I thought to myself that Jennifer was worried about me as well, felt the same way about her. I knew I couldn’t contact her to make sure she was okay, because we both knew if she ever gets caught in my room she could go straight to the dungeon. Feel like I love way too damn much to ever lose her, it’ll break my heart. “Look I’m the only one who should make the decisions here wellbeing the leader and all. I think we should split up: I and Lemmy will go left and two just go straight, think we could make it out better that way. Not just that we have wands and not just that Iggy and I aren’t stupid, unlike some people that we know.” “HEY!! Who are you calling…”? “Who cares, and you two want someone to hear us you loudmouths, and back to you Ludwig you may be the oldest and share the same IQ, but I still have the right equipment to figure out our way around this damn castle, so if you just want to use your wand fine by me. Just don’t cry to me when you both are going to bloody die, let’s go Roy seems like our brother thinks he’s better than us.” Lemmy shockingly looks at me. “Ludwig, this doesn’t seem like you in any way, not just that I never would think you’ve called me and Roy stupid. If you feel that way about us, then I think that we should separate as well. This is probably why dad picked Jr to become the future king of our land, going with Iggy and Roy, please think about it for a minute because I don’t want to be near someone who acts like because I miss the old Ludwig. Yo, wait up for me bros.” While walking towards the end of the hallway had long thought about what Lemmy had said and he was right about it including Iggy and Roy. But at the same time should know that I’m trying to prove to our father that I could take charge, even though I truly hate my ratchet family still must have to make my father think I’m better than those morons. They just don’t understand I must take over that kingdom for my own, at the same time can’t allow them to see that maybe the reason why I reacted the way I did towards them was that I truly miss Jennifer even though we just that but it felt like that we knew each other for a very long time. As soon as I went towards the end of this hallway, I hear some mumbling in one of these rooms it could be them or could be a trap, placing my hand against the wooden door trying to magically can see what’s going on on the other side of the door. Looks like them but at the same time it doesn’t, trying to phone-in Iggy, Lemmy, and Roy nobody answers thought they were still pissed, so I left a message trying to tell them that I could’ve found them in this room. Once I did so, Lemmy was the one who called me back via face cam but only wanted to communicate in a whisper. “Yo Ludwig, when I, Iggy, and Roy went to our separate ways somebody just snapped them into a room, but I ran away before they could get to me. You need to come by, and we need to figure out what to do bruh.” “Sure Lemmy, I’ll be there in a quick minute. Replied and used transporting spell to his location. Ok, so what the hell happened, and why didn’t you help in any way?” “I got scared okay damn bruh. Let’s just find them including pops, Junior, and Kamek.” I just wish he wasn’t so damn careless, so he shows me the room that the guys that grabbed them into. Like I thought it would be bloody empty, and I asked him was he sure that he saw these unknown people snatch them into this room. He was for certain that he had seen them doing this, thought maybe they had gone into a hidden passageway either behind the bookshelf or underneath the floor, the only one that would work was the false floorboard. “Ludwig, I don’t think we should go down there, because we could get caught.” “I don’t think we have anything to worry about don’t be stupid and so damn scared of everything.” “Yea, tell that Iggy and Roy the same thing bruh.” While rolling his eyes, I could tell that he felt like a total wimp kind of like Larry in away. “Whatever, just help me get this bookshelf open maybe they through here.” (I just wanted to get this over with and make Bowser see I should be the one who could take over the Koopa kingdom and not that damn brat, while my beloved become a queen of all koopas. I miss my princess the sooner I get them the better.) “Damn dude it's so damn dark in these halls.” “What do you expect? It’s a damn tunnel and keeps it down we may get caught.” “Maybe we should at least have a torch to lead the way you know how I feel with dark areas.” (Please kill me). “Okay, let me figure out where we could find something to “light up this room” or I got one deal with the darkness… Forgot about his rainbow hair and war face makeup tends to act like a glow stick. Maybe we could use your hair and your war face paint as a glow stick to find our way towards our family.” “Bruh, I’m just hoping that we don’t run into a trap would be a bummer…. (Mumbling). If I’m correct that sounds like Iggy and Roy.” “Let’s slowly go in to make sure this isn’t a trap like you had mentioned before. As I slowly crept up towards “Iggy and Roy” only finding out that these were dummies and a recording the door behind had slammed shut before it did, we saw the crooks who kidnapped them in the first place. Damnit, can’t believe we fell for that bull!” (Fawful on a projector) “Is this mic working? There it goes, hello Ludwig and Lemmy, I hope you like your new room because I wanted to make sure you koopalings were in a pleasant place to be in.” “Where’s our family you monster?” Trying to act like a tuff 4-year-old child. (Great job Lemmy) “Aww! You’re so damn cute little Koopa if I told you that what would be the fun in that right. Oh yeah, before I forget Ludwig, I think you would love this new gift that one of my goons had grab from your room. But some birdy had told me that nobody in your family knows about your little princess I heard she’s from a different universe, you’re probably wanted to know how I know all about this outsider. But Fawful would promise you that this young lady would be treated so damn well, don’t worry about anything my dear Ludwig, because if you try anything maybe just maybe you’re going to be the next red cap mustache fat plumber, who knows right but I’m going to keep you from your woman, adopted father, grandfather, or your brothers right. Oh yeah before I let you two go also got the rest of your clan as well, just because like before Fawful is going to take over Koopa, Beam Bean, and that got damn mushroom kingdom a place that your dumb drunk ass father tried to take something that belongs to yours truly…. Muffling and crying Fawful slaps Jennifer. You better shut the hell up! I wanted to kill him so damn bad I think I’ll let you go have a great day.” “Ludwig, you allowed an outsider into our castle, what the fuck is wrong with you bruh? You always called me and Morton dumb, but I think this is the worst thing that you ever have done.” “I didn’t she came all on her own, I thought she was working for the Mushroom kingdom but the time we got to know each other we started to love each other. Look Lemmy I know you wouldn’t understand, but she’s my princess and my everything, if I lose here don’t know what I’m going to do anymore can’t live without her.” “Hey look, man, even though I shouldn’t get mad at you because our dad did the same thing right. We could get through this just need to figure out a way to fight for our family, you’re the best leader that we could ever ask for, so why are we standing around and acting like the end of the world let’s go get them. So, what do you think do you want to save our family and your princess? While holding his hand out, I guess he was trying to say was “everyone can fall, but we can get back on the horse again”. Hmmm. Maybe we could use our wands to get out of here and try to reach towards them.” “The only problem would be if Fawful has CCTV with audio around here, don’t want him to catch on with our plans.” Lemmy took out a pen and notepad he said, “just take your wand from your hair, try to see if they’re any cameras in the room and if so, try to get rid of them.” I thought this could work but had to think about this, even though we can’t just sit here and do nothing while our family even though I kind of despise them, but I need to save my deadly princess she needs me more than ever. So, I went along with his plans did so, but I had to make sure I do this correctly without setting any alarms. (One of the Cameras breaks and waits). “Hopefully that works, but I have a feeling that’s not the only one in this room. I don’t know why but that was too damn easy.” “Maybe I could get a whack at it bruh. Putting his wand on his temple guessing if he could find a trick on allowing him to find a way to destroy the motherboard. Okay, bro, I found something to make sure he wouldn’t expect a damn thing, Iggy once showed me a trick to destroy a switchboard if it connects via CCTV going towards body heating type scanners.” “Don’t just tell me this just do it, Lemmy.” Heard something in the distances, then the door finally opened, didn’t think he was this clever with anything, or at least listen to either me or Iggy. “Okay, hopefully, that’ll allow us to get around this castle for now before Midbus tries to fix it. But I don’t have to worry about old pig boy though bruh. Saying all of this while laughing. But maybe I could my wand to try to use it like a wishbone and try to find them that way.” “You mean we could’ve done that from the start, Lemmy!” Grabbing him by his shirt. “Oh, I didn’t say that before, even though if I did tell you, you’ll think I was beyond stupid bruh.” “And if you fuck up this time, and my princess dies. I’m either going to kill you by breaking you into pieces or allow Fawful to do anything he wants to you.” “Yeah bruh you got my word, please let me go. Replying as he was barely breathing, then I let him go. Thought you would never let me go, don’t know what’s wrong with you man starting to worry me bruh, just calm down we’ll find her trust me on this one bruh. Trying to get a signal on his wand finally got something northwest of the castle. I think we’re so damn, says that they should be right in this room.” “You better be right boy, like I said someone is going to see their maker. Once we enter this room, and there was my beautiful princess including our family. Trying to untie them, as soon they were free my dear love was trying to say something and looks like she wanted to tell us someone was behind us. “Oh, Ludwig and Lemmy Koopa, you thought it was going to be that easy to defeat me. Midbus, get these nasty little Koopas and show them how we do it in Bean Beam Kingdom mon.” “Sure thing Lord Fawful.” “Lemmy, just try to get them out of here I’ll take Midbus head-on.” Lemmy took his wand and tries to take them back to the castle, but some reason his wand doesn’t work in this room. “Dammit, dude! I guess we must do this old fashion way. Saying this while Midbus is beating every living shit out of me. (Muffling). Are you trying to say something strange lady? Let me take this bandana off your face okay.” “First Lemmy I do have a damn name, and second Fawful if you don’t let us go, I’ll make you pay for everything you have done to us.” “Oh, Jennifer, you think you could do anything in this universe. Not even the Mario bros could finish me off, it got so bad that they needed King Bowsers' help tried to stop me from taking over Bean Beam, Koopa, and the Mushroom Kingdom. But guess what Fawful keeps coming back for more Fawful never stops keeps moving forward, so if you think some low life human could stop me, I would like to see you try.” Starts laughing, but that quickly ended when he heard Midbus being dropped to the ground moaning in pain later died when from having his neck snapped. “Don’t you lay a hand on her you little ingrate. I can see in the corner of my eye my deadly princess whispering to Lemmy with an evil smirk for some reason I already knew he was going to do something looking back at Fawful. I think my love wants to do something to you, Lemmy maybe we should allow her to torture Mr. Fawful. I want you to untie our family get them out of here while I and Jennifer deal with him” “Sure thing bruh.” “I know you want to hate me King Bowser, but this isn’t the time to do so we can talk about this when we get back to the castle. Now for you Fawful, you had kidnapped the wrong chick today little boy. As Jennifer throws him across the room. Is there any way to reverse the spell barrier, so we could make this torture so much fun? Bowser nods even though I could tell that he was kind of piss for her trespassing into our castle, but also knew this wasn’t the perfect time to start an argument and started to head back to the castle while I and Jennifer handle Fawful. Now back at you little monster. Would you like to know what I could do? Well, when I was back in Ludwig’s’ room, found a book that I could let say have 2 voices in the same mind, instead of rambling on, Lira can just show you what I’m rambling on about right.” (summons Lira). “It’s nice to meet you Mr. Fawful heard so much about you my dear….” Fawful interrupts her after he spits in her face and being tied up. “I don’t know who you think you are, but when I get out of these ropes you and the Koopa clan are freaking dead. Not just that I’ll soon enough control all of these fine kingdoms.” I placed a gag ball in his mouth to shut him up. “His voice was so damn annoying now would you finish Ms. Lira.” “Oh, I sure can Mr. Ludwig, thank you so very much. Where was I oh yes, Ludwig could you help me torture our guest? He agreed to her offer. Great, Mr. Fawful would love to show you what we going to do for you and to you (a table full of drills and many other dangerous tools). Ludwig, please pick one of these lovely blunt objects to make our guest feel so good dear sir.” “Sounds good to me Ms. Lira, maybe I should try this torch lighting up this steal pole placing this on his face” An evil smile was upon both of our faces, too bad that my beautiful princess couldn’t experience this pleasure. While burning the pipe, Lira finds out that Fawful tries to untie himself and she prevents him to free himself. “Mr. Fawful you think you could get out of here that easily, not under my watch. Explains to him while giving out an evil laugh. Now, Ludwig, I hope that pipe is ready for some great burns, don’t worry my dear sir this wouldn’t hurt a bit maybe in my point of view, but a lot on you though.” Telling her that it finally was ready, placing it upon his face turning it around slowly, she told me that my beautiful princess was so damn happy that I cause him so much pain she also felt the same way. “Well, Fawful, I think it’s Lira turn to cause you some pain, and if she doesn’t mind it’ll get to the point, we may just torture you so much to the point you may die.” “Oh, Mr. Ludwig, my mother (Jennifer) picked the most perfect man, maybe we both could pour some acid on his pants and poke a hole through his cheeks and leaving it there.” Told her that we could use our magic to pour it on him so it wouldn’t cause any type of damage towards us. And when I tell you the sound of him suffering brought a joyful tear into my ears, it gave me a type of high I never had before, not just that reminds me of going to a classical play just so damn calming to me. “Aww, I think Mr. Fawful wants to leave because he is so much pain, even though we just starting this joyful torturing, so you can meet your beam bean kingdoms god right. Oh, I think my mother has a great point in trying something more painful. What do you think Mr. Ludwig? hopefully, you’re on board with her plans to make sure his death is the most dreadful and painful. I told her and my beautiful deadly princess that wanted to hear their ideas. Well, Mr. Ludwig, she wants me to take this drill and placing it into his bloody head to see how much these ratchet Beam Bean can take, then put it on repeat. What she meant by that is magical fix the hole but make him go through the same type of pain kind of a loop, I guess I shouldn’t take this forever. (Lira/Jennifer does this torture for about an hour). I think we need to move this torture along and just straight up kill him, because we’re getting kind of bored Mr.Ludwig I guess you can take the truly sweet lead my dear, this should be fun. Well, Mr. Ludwig, hopefully you have fun with our guest here Jennifer would see you back at the castle dear.” Explaining while disappearing. “Oh I’ll have so much fun with you. Maybe I’ll take my time, because you look like you could last a very long ass time dear sir. Let me see maybe I could grab this machete and start skinning you but you going to have this fun pain for hours on repeat till I feel bored enough to just end your life for good. Only reason I agree for this to happened not just because of my deadly princess/Lira, but our kingdom wanted to do this to you that ratchet stack of bacon for far too damn long now mostly me, and now that my dreams are coming true. Starting to skinned him from his left shoulder to his wrist, the screams that he made like I mention felt so wonderful to me like if I had a expenivse steak and red wine. (A hour later) See Fawful, that wasn’t bad right, now I’m going to gash your eyes out and after that I’m going to set you on fire. (gashing his eyes out with a sharp blade slowly he started to cry for bloody murder)After I done so grab myself a seat and just flat out told him. You know what Fawful, I may not even burn you alive. Shocking I know, but wouldn’t be fun if I did at the same time I don’t want to have my deadly dark princess waiting in the castle with those no good losers. Maybe I should just cut your head off and put it on the stakes, you’re head would put me first in line for Koopa Kingdom throne, (Got the biggest knife that I could find plus making it sharper) I’ll make sure your death painful as possible.” Started to cutting his limps off piece by piece very slowly, dumping his limbs in a bucket filled with a very strong and deadly acid. Now all was left was his torso, after that I chup his head off and placing it in a burshack bag. Decided to take some gasoline making a trail from this room-outside about 30 feet from the castles entrance, using my wand as a made shift ligther. Then magically tellaported back to the castle, just like I thought everyone was waiting on your one truly. (Koopa Troopas chants Ludwig 4x) Brings a smile upon my face, but I didn’t see my princess anywhere maye she’s probarly in crowed cheering me on. “Koopa Kingdom, I come before you today to let you guys know that we don’t have to worry about that unlawful bean beam ever again include his minion Minbus. Because I of his head and blew up layor, but I didn’t act alone with the torture/killing of Fawful, would to like to announce if it’s okay with King Bowser that I bring up my beautiful partner Jennifer.”

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trashy-greyjoy · 7 years ago

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Could you please list why I should read adsom. And what would you rate it as??? I really want to but I just something to get my lazy ass to do it!

of course! anything to make more people read it!!!! strap in because i have a feeling ill get carried away.

As ratings go, I’m biased because this is my favorite series of all time, like my holy grail, reread when I’m sad, recommend to every person I meet favorite series. So overall I’d say 5/5 as a whole because it’s just so good and I really do love it. But if I was gonna break it down by book and try to not be as biased I’d say ADSOM: 4.5/5, AGOS: 4/5, ACOL: 5/5.

(But I know Delaney read them too and she liked the second book more than the first so it’s all relative, it just took me the longest to read AGOS)

I don’t know how much you know about the plot, but the gist is that theres a world where there are 4 different parallel versions of London all with varying degrees of magic.

Red London: lots of healthy magic to go around

White London: magic is dying and people are killing each other for it and it’s sick

Grey London: no magic; basically its our world

Black London: was destroyed by its own magic years ago

And the story follows Kell, who is a rare type of magician called an Antari that can travel between the London’s using blood magic. Yeah, blood magic. It’s tight. But one day he smuggles something back he’s not supposed to and all hell breaks loose. (EDIT: the magic system is based off the elements kinda like Avatar: The Last Air Bender. Most people control one, some 2, rarely 3, and then Antari’s control all 4, plus blood magic like an Avatar would)

The main reason you should read it though I would say is the characters, and their relationships because damn. I’m the kind of person that tends to appreciate characters over plot and this is one of the books that has some of the best written characters that are so dear to me, while also having a great plot! Like I’m not kidding when I say I love every single member of the core four (who I consider to be Lila, Kell, Rhy, and Alucard) almost equally and I’d die on a hill of them. So to break it down:

Lila Bard: My baby. My queen. Basically if Kaz Brekker and Inej (from SoC) ever had a baby in the future and she picked up some of Jesper’s sarcasm you’d get Lila. She’s a thief from Grey London with an affinity for knives (like lots and lots of knives). She’s tiny and will 100% fight you. Also, oh yeah she’s gender fluid and pansexual so isn’t that fucking amazing. Seriously tho I love her

Kell Maresh: My poor, tired, royal son that just wants to live his life. He’s one of only 2 known Antari in existence, from Red London. Adopted son of the royal family. He really loves his brother a lot. Has a permanent scowl. He’s precious.

Rhy Maresh: Kell’s adopted brother. I LOVE HIM. He’s a huge flirt, and likes to be as dramatic and eccentric as possible, but in reality he really just wants to be a good king some day. He’s been through it a few times. BISEXUAL BEAN.

Alucard Emery: He shows up in book 2. A pirate privateer for the crown. He’s amazing. Can you tell I love all these characters? But seriously he’s also had a hard time. He and Kell really don’t get along. He loves his cat. No confirmed sexuality, but the boy is faaarrrrrr from straight so do with that what you will.

+ Holland Vosijk: Honestly one of the most morally grey characters, Schwab has such a talent for writing them. But he’s such a conflicting character and he’s so hard to describe, but I’ll just say I changed my opinion about him like 18 times reading the series. He’s the other Antari, from White London

Also the relationships, platonic and romantic, are so well developed. Like they feel so organic and amazing and I love all of them and it just feels right. All of them feel so right. Like it’s not an OTP unless they first meet when she robs you and leaves you bleeding in an alley.

Some plot points include: a stone containing an unlimited source of pure magic (but its actually evil), sociopathic albino twins totally down for torture and murder, a magic tournament, pirates, a floating secret (black) market place, and an all out war for the magic of the world.

I hope that worked for getting you motivated. It’s so good It really is.

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stainedkleaver484 · 7 years ago

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A Kook with Truths (art and story belong to me and is two years old with no editing (^^;) )

Hali'iel stepped through the mud, feeling the sloshing more than hearing it as he followed after the older man with the silvery hair. He’d been an army man, someone who boasted a very special jurisdiction, although he’d never said exactly what that entailed, they had been a pair of odd friends that weren’t that at all. Meeting on the odd passing on the streets as the man played as a guard in his secondary place of work. The rich places up by the hill that caught as much mud as the rest of the town, just didn’t seem to know it.

“Seffryan how much longer you going to take me through this shit?” The man laughed, but didn’t say anything passed the rise and fall of broad shoulders that boasted the muscle that a young kid like him could only pray after. Surely there wasn’t anything out here that he could possibly want to show Hali'iel, was he just taking him out here to off him? Would be a miserable place to die. Worse than going bottoms up in the no-where-city below the mountain where the two lived. “Whatever you’re thinking Hal, it aint that.” Seffy was such an observant fucker, he couldn’t get anything passed the guy. He might not be a mind reader, but he had almost as much power in reading body language. The younger guy didn’t know of anyone in the world that could hide their intentions or worries from this man. Suppose that’s why his wife had liked him so much, god rest her soul. Even his Bakkreln, a breed that came from a cross between lizards, tigers and horses, were well adjusted to him because he always knew what they wanted and when. They didn’t nip at him when he climbed into the Kemt, a saddle made from the oversized horned toads in the Vast Deglan (That’s my tongue for Big motherfuckin dessert). “We’re here.” He stated, but the amusment and almost all other emotion had been cleansed from his voice. This was more startingly that what had suddenly shown out in front of the two. A wall of men and brick that seemed to be receiving guard to keep wanderers like themselves out. Was this his ‘special’ jurisdictions? If so, why was Hal himself being allowed here? Oh Ahl'ielsh, please tell me he wasn’t one of the Snatchers he’d heard about, the ones that take you and sell you off to the sick minded. He bit into his lower lip, glancing down at dark skinned hands made tough from work and fighting. Could they get him out of this if it came to that? He waited for Seff to suddenly reassure him as always, but nothing came. He gave no tells, and of course he wouldn’t. Being that well trained, it was no wonder he had an ego the size of the Vast itself, and humor just as dry. One of the men came forward, his expression just as somber, shoulders just as broad, if not more so. He looked like a foreigner with his white flesh and green eyes. Looked as if he’d known something beyond all this colorless filth and painful living. Hal must resemble only the mud to him. Nothing more or less, if not for the cross that had given him his discolored orbs, he’d probably have bowed his dark head. However it somehow made him feel like he could stand a little taller, maybe even on ground nearly as even and solid as his own. It was a dumb idea. To the youths surprise the two shot off in another language, Seff sounding as if he’d never spoken anything else, all lilt and fluency. All Hali'iel could catch was the odd word, and that was after standing there like a block head for twelve seconds as he tried to keep from opening and closing his full mouth like one of the fish in the pond. Registering the language came even later than his understanding. Not sure how long they talked, he was too awestruck by his guide. He’d never told him anything like this. Suddenly he placed his hand on the darker boys shoulder, something that they don’t do in these parts except to show that they trust each other. They are brothers in arms. The symbol came from the story of two young men that had come from separate fueding households, cliche but no less touching. One had been near killed by an enemy the two shared and the other had come to his aid. After defeating the enemy he took the other to his respective home, lending his shoulder. Although if you read further into the old scrolls you find in the story, you also come to learn that the two killed one another in battle not too long after. Seff went through an off change of face, something strong and sure as he spoke another word. A word Hal knew so well from the same scrolls that told of the Enemy Brothers. “Lencial” meaning “I have no fear”. He felt surprised, having never been given such a show of trust before. He’d never mentioned that he felt close enough to treat him like this. If anything he always teased him as well as his age. He must be covering for the boys life if this were the case, there were no other explanations. His hand suddenly squeezed painfully into his arm and he tugged the boy along at his side, passed the weapon bearing men and, to his surprise, onto solid ground. How had they made this work? Even if they had tented the place, and they hadn’t, the mud drew in from the taller mountains and slithered like snakes to cover anything that was underneath. All you could hope for was everything to get packed down, anything passed that was wishful and a waste of energy you could use on labor and coin.

Hal tried to turn his head, feeling as Seffryan’s meaty fingers pinched his neck, stopping the motion before he could complete it. He didn’t offer any explanation. In fact he didn’t speak again until the pair were completely out of sight from the foreign soldiers. Having turned to go between the strange buildings that were on this misplaced patch of flat dirt, making both their boots feel uneven as the cakes that had clumped beneath them refused to shake loose.

“What I told you earlier was a lie.” He gave the thinner one a look, but didn’t let him inquire anything specfic as he continued his speech almost immediately afterwards, wishing to clear the air himself the other guessed. Or maybe he just wanted to seem dramatic. “Partly. I didn’t bring you here to show you someTHING, I brought you here to see someONE.” The accent from earlier was no longer curling against his tongue. Squinting, Hal moved his fingers in a 'huh’ fashion at either side, feeling that maybe he was being a bit thick. “There’s a man here.” He took his hand off, apologizing in gesture more than words.

“I don’t understand.” The dark one said, his words suddenly sounding so clumsy in comparison. He was starting to get why he joked of his youth so often. Perhaps it was so obvious. Seffy knocked twice on a door that was above ground, the house standing up on giant bamboo-like structure, giving way to a home just above that was not the scaffolding that it was below. It was made of something else. Stone and wood. Something that wasn’t usually a good idea in this region, but seemed to be working well here. The wood wasn’t expanding and the rock had yet to shift, which was strange considering the building seemed to have age. “You will.” He assured, just as the door slid open to the side, as if placed on rollers. He’d never seen anything function quite like this beyond the Teller’s house. She was always ready to mystify, although he felt she’d fail to impress him after this venture. No one was inside, but he noticed passively that his older partner gestured as if to say hello to someone he knew. Seffryan grabbed either side of the frame, wedged his foot against the edge and pulled himself up, all in one smooth motion like he’d practiced often. Hope he wasn’t expecting that of me, Hal thought blinking quickly at his back. His silvery haired friend offered a hand, and it was in this moment that he regarded him as a foreigner beyond any other, even their first meeting years ago. They don’t touch much in his culture. Still he took the appendage, repeated the motion’s Seff had gone through before, but with one hand and allowed him to hoist his thin person up into the place. The inside smelled of flowers and smoke, something Hal knew to be incense, it was dark in here, so when the door shut and the lock fell in place without either of them next to it… it only seemed that much more pitch. The shadows seemed to giggle about the two men, toiling and shifting, brushing passed their legs. Thinking it his own paranoia, and maybe not wanting to hear that Seff felt it too, Hali-'iel didn’t mention it. Instead allowing the gooseflesh splayed across his taunt flesh in this odd humid heat, to be all the tell he gave. That was only because he couldn’t help it.

“This way.” Seffy said, ushering him forward passed a few odd relics that made anxiety that much more so. A sudden light shown through directly after a wooden shifting near where his friend’s voice had come from, apparently he’d opened a slat at the top of another door. His silhouette touched the talisman at his neck, an odd coin with several lines depicting something that Hal had never quite gotten around to making out and touched the metal to the door. “HSSSSSSSS!” A sections of the wall screeched, puffing out air. The boy leapt backwards, suddenly feeling something behind his ankles as he went ass over head into the floor, cursing and spitting at unknown evils, although he’d never believed in such things. When he looked up he expected to see amusement, but all he gave was a look. Just one. The silvery haired guy told him to stand in 'signs’, something they used often in quiet get togethers in the city, when speaking outright might seem disrespectful.

With his rump aching so bad he thought a bone had come through it, he tried to get his bean pole body to comply, still the ascent was ridiculously tendered, slow.

“Delieth, Fatijian, Shtrife.” He cocked his head as the guard purred the words, winced, but didn’t make a further arse out of himself as the door finally came open. He came to the other’s back, taking a gander inside. It was just another room, although fairly lit this time, so that he could see the furnishing and candles, all dancing in a red glow he couldn’t place. The whole area seemed to pulse before Hal’s eyes, wriggling just as the one before had. Just after the two stepped inside the entry closed and they were capped inside once again. His stomach leapt.

“So.” Seffryan smiled, seeming much calmer now. “This is the red room. Just passed here-” He kept walking on through a hall that was narrow and oddly placed. “-is the guy. See, everyone says he’s a weirdo and he doesn’t acknowledge them, but he likes me.” He said, half chuckling. The boy studied the odd tapestry on the walls, all stitched with stories that were full of gore and nudity wrapped in cloth that never seemed to cover as much as it needed to. Who wanted to look at these? People with eyeless sockets and bloody wounds, killing each other, or being killed by beasts he’d never seen before, or read of. Seff turned a corner so sharp it was all Hal could do to keep from running into his back shnozz first. “Well..” He pointed a crooked index finger, obviously having been broken once or twice.

The youth followed the end, drawing an invisible line to a window made of some clear material he’d never glanced upon before. Inside sat a man, he was fat, with whispy brown hair, light skin, red cheeks and big nose. Maybe in his mid fourties. He had headphones over his ears, something already otherworldly, sitting atop a bed that was off the floor and holding two books in each hand. Legs curled beneath him in a way that made his feet look backwards. The whole room looked like a library, filled all around with shelves and heavy tomes. There was a little station for coffee and tea, another for sitting and another for sleeping, places with many cds. A tiny room built around one man and his likes. Devoid of the malicious pictures outside, of the otherworldly colors, of even sound.

“Why’s he reading a book with music on?” Hali'iel asked, finding that more perplexing than why he lived in a haunted box.

“He likes to block out all other noises.”

“What noise?” He raised a dark brow now, nearly laughing.

“He claims he can hear the voices of demons and the dead that they hold.” With how odd the place was, maybe He’d have put some stock into it, but being a bit of a close-minded kid that’d been stuck in one place for too long and having been known to react wrongly in almost all situations, he just grinned at him like a dolt. “So he’s a kook?”

Seff laughed at him this time. “Maybe.” He tapped the glass thrice with his talisman. “Maybe he’s right.”

Hal couldn’t ask any questions now, the entry was suddenly open and the man was looking up at them both, as if sensing their presence. He swore for a moment he saw the fat man’s orbs flash red.

(Hal has a cross on his face I couldn’t paint in, the paper was really dying.)

#inktober2017 #comic #art #myart #ocs #mystory #guys #room #ink #Inktober

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thevirgovigilante · 8 years ago

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60 facts about me, for my followers :)

My full name is Teshura Eileen Regina Belt

I’m a Virgo

My birthday is September 2nd, 1997

I’m 19

I don’t know how to drive

I’m a highschool dropout (people wouldn’t stop fucking with me)

My mother is verbally and emotionally abusive towards me

I was molested as a child (and my mother did nothing about it)

My mother’s ex-boyfriend’s son was the one who molested me

I’m a dog lover

I have a german shepherd labrador mix dog (he’s 3 years old)

My dog’s name is Rex

The last school I attend was Kenwood Academy

My dream job is a professional wrestler

I have a legit crush on Kenny Omega (which will die out as time goes on because all good things come to an end)

I’m 5 foot 3 inches tall (I’m short, don’t judge me)

I’m waaaaaaaay nicer in person then what I seem to be online

I want to change my legal name

I used to go to therapy because of my mom but she still hasn’t changed her ways

I have an older brother

I’m ambidextrous (self taught though)

I’m African-American and Native-American (but I just say I’m black because God forbid I say I’m mixed and the entire world would come crashing down on me.)

I have low self esteem but I’m trying to work on that

I love to play video games (I’m more of a old school gamer, but I also play “new school” games too)

I have a long list of favorite childhood shows (lol)

I wasn’t the popular kid in school

I’m a fan of anime (I haven’t watched a good one in a while though)

I have anxiety, social anxiety and I’m slightly paranoid

I used to wish I was white simply because I didn’t want to deal with oppression

I’m a huge fan horror films

I want to dye my hair berry pink

I’m pansexual (Yup, pansexuals exist too, just like bisexuals, asexuals, demisexuals and everyone else who is “invalid”)

I believe in God but I don’t claim a religion (is there a word for that?)

I like to roleplay (not in a sexually way)

I’d much rather have a civilized discourse rather than have an aggressive argument

I can be hypocritical at times (I’m trying to work on that)

I’m not the biggest fan of reality TV

My favorite food is lima beans with smoked turkey

I’m not the biggest fan of candy

I love sour and spicy food

I wear glasses

I wanna get tattoos

I don’t know how to fight (even though I talk about throwing hands and beating ass more than I should...most of the time I’m not even serious)

If anyone ever wanted to fight me it was because someone else was telling lies to get me fucked up

I’ve only been in one “fight” which resulted in the girl getting arrested (it wasn’t her first time getting arrested for fighting though….)

The girl that “fought” me was my ex-best friend

I want to be a high flying professional wrestler (even though I’m not a huge fan of heights)

I want my future spouse to be a professional wrestler like me (simply because I’ve read too many things about wrestlers being unfaithful in their relationships)

I always wanted to be on Bad Girls Club (I guess I can’t now because the whole thing is over with)

I want to live in Japan

My favorite color is blue

I look up to Kenny Omega (as a wrestler)

I don’t want kids

I’m not superstitious

I’m super self-critical

I like to wear makeup (I don’t wear it all the time though), but I suck at it (The only thing I’m good at is foundation)

I hate winter (I cannot stand the cold, I get cold easily, and I get sick easily)

I’m currently writing a story (but I haven’t finished chapter 1 yet because I keep changing my mind on things)

I’m a huge fan of ramen and dumplings

I was raised by a single mother

#facts about me

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shirtlesssammy · 8 years ago

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Mommy Dearest: Recap

Welcome to our last Mary Winchester rewatch recap! There’s so much in this episode --not only for understanding season 6, but also watching the parallels of season 12 unfold.

Then:

Crowley’s dead, and Eve is on the loose creating hybrid monsters (not relevant to season 12 at all)

Now:

Two young fans of the sportsball run into Eve outside a bar. They continue on their way while Eve wanders into the bar, where she proceeds to raise holy hell give everyone a “gift”.

Meanwhile, in Bobby’s basement (man, I’m really missing that place in light of the potential threat in the bunker these days), Dean is making special phoenix ash stuffed shotgun shells. They’re not having much luck locating Eve, and Bobby suggests it’s time that Dean “made a call.”

MY GOD SHOW. (if we’re messing with paralleling previous seasons and righting past wrongs, I mean, will season 12 be the season we course correct this performing!Dean statement?)

Cas reports that Eve is hidden from him. Sam suggests finding a friendly monster. Cue brief montage of trying to find a friendly monster (in books in Bobby’s basement?), when Cas flaps in with Lenore, the friendly vampire from season 2. They want to discuss Eve, but Lenore wants nothing to do with her. They eventually talk her into telling them her location --which in turn means Eve knows they’re coming-- and Lenore asks for one small favor in return: kill her. Cas smites her without hesitation. “We needed to move this along.” Sigh, it’s always so hard to watch this season in retrospect. Cas, buddy, this hurts.

Grants Pass, Oregon

Cas zaps Bobby and the boys to Eve’s location. Everything seems on the up and up so they head to a diner to grab lunch and allow Bobby time to research any weird happenings in town. Cas volunteers to search the town for any Eve shenanigans.

He can’t fly though --he’s powerless. Dean’s incredulous. And I’d say this whole exchange counts as a parallel to season 12 as well! Dean insults Cas. Cas gives Dean the silent treatment. Good times.

Bobby does find something --a doctor called in an unidentifiable illness to the CDC. The patient? Ed Bright, one of the sportsball dudes from the top of the show!

Dean and Cas head over to the doctor’s office to check up on Cas’s painful burning sensation. The doctor’s out though. Dean decides to break into the clinic. And while his bickering boyfriend is a tad impatient about his lock picking skills, Dean notices something strange from a side shed. Inside, they find the dead body of Ed Bright.

Meanwhile, Bobby and Sam make small talk with the local law enforcement while checking out the doctor’s home. The foursome reconvene to discuss strategy. They decide to interview Ed’s roommate next. Before even entering the apartment though, they notice an Ed look-alike.

Sam suggests he and Dean head in to interrogate the “roommate” while Cas and Bobby stand guard, and shoot whatever comes out. Cas worries, “I’m fairly unpracticed with firearms.” Season 12 alert! He gets to hold the Colt in episode 19. Parallels!

Sam and Dean burst into the apartment, ready for action. They find a bunch of dead Eds instead.

One “Ed” isn’t dead though. He’s near death but the brothers are able to ask him what’s happening. He’s not Ed, just a friend. Before Ed got sick, they were at a bar and met a girl in white. He dies before telling the brothers anything more.

The group surmises that it’s Eve’s work, but something doesn’t add up. These shifters are dying. Why bother making them? They then head to the bar to find death and chaos everywhere. Upon inspection, they discover the dead are all hybrid monsters.

Dean: What do you call these?

Bobby: Congrats, you discovered it. You get to name it.

Dean: Jefferson Starships. Because: They’re horrible, and hard to kill.

Dean Bean.

They continue to discuss the odd circumstances around the dead starships when the local sheriff’s department bursts in. Sam, Bobby, and Cas are cuffed and hauled away, while Dean hides and is super thankful they didn’t do even a remotely cursory sweep of the joint.

Once at the police station, Sam pleads with the sheriff, and then notices his glowing eyes! “Jefferson starships!” Sam yells as he head butts the sheriff. Team Free Will starts fighting while handcuffed but don’t have to wait long before Dean shows up with a machete, chopping heads-- on all but one starship.

Bobby interrogates the captured starship but makes no progress. Suddenly, they hear a sound in the station and the Winchesters go to check it out. Sam and Dean come across two young boys sitting trussed up in the jail. Sam and Dean settle down with their younger selves the boys and reassure them that they'll get them free of the cuffs and home safe. Dean warns them that he's got to test them to make sure they're human. All tests passed, they question the boys about Eve but they claim to know nothing.

Cas interrupts. Now is not the time to save two boys when the fate of an entire town is at stake. Sam and Dean can't look away from their younger self stand-ins, however, and they scold Cas over his priorities, then take the boys home.

Cas stares moodily out the window as Sam and Dean drive the kids home. Bobby wanders in and tells him they won't be long. Cas grumpily replies, “they may find more wayward orphans along the way. Pardon me for highlighting their crippling and dangerous empathetic response with 'sarcasm'.” Oh sassy Cas, you're the best. Bobby manages to convince him to stop sulking and interrogate their prisoner more.

Dean and Sam drop off the boys at home to a happy reunion with their father. Yay! A Win!

At the interrogation room, Cas demands five minutes alone with starship. He may be powerless but he's still a fucking angel. Cas pulls an address from the guy...and maybe his guts as well? He emerges with the address while wiping clean his bloodied hands.

Later, Dean hands out their magic anti-Eve bullets and the team heads to the diner where Eve is holding court.

Dean comes up with a foolproof plan. He and Sam will go in and try to make the kill. If they fail, it's Cas and Bobby's turn to try. Bobby all but shakes his head at this plan and calls everyone idjits. The Winchesters head in and settle at the diner counter after which they realize they're completely surrounded by starships. Just as they're thinking about hightailing it out of there, Eve walks up in the guise of a young waitress. Gadzooks, they're cornered!

The starships pick up their weapons bag and Eve sniffs out the phoenix ash bullets. Dean bitches about all the crazy creatures Eve's been dredging up. She tells them that she was fond of the natural order: monsters turn humans, humans hunt monsters. There's a balance. But now that balance is tipping wildly. Her children and firstborn are getting kidnapped and killed at an unprecedented rate. But don't believe her? Maybe they'll believe...

...Mary! Eve speaks to them through Mary's visage. She doesn't want to hurt the Winchesters. She just wants to kill Crowley. Dean tells her that she's out of luck; Crowley is already dead. Nuh uh. She knows he's alive because she sees his face in every monster he tortures. And she knows what he's after. “It's about the souls.” The power of souls from Purgatory could give Crowley the most delicious power boost. Eve won't stand by while that happens. As retaliation, she'll turn every soul into a monster so that Crowley can starve out in a Hell that will never get any new soul ever again.

Furthermore, Eve's not here for her health. No, she's on Earth to build the perfect beast to enable her world domination plan. And she's hit on a good formula too. She's incredibly tickled that Sam and Dean have been hanging out with her super beast the whole time. Little cute Ryan!

Cut to little cute Ryan's family...where the big brother was recently mauled/turned. Together, the boys attack their father. Cue blood cannon.

Eve cooks up a super great deal. They find Crowley, bring him to her, and she lets them live. Dean is a hard pass. They've still got a plan B!

Oh wait, what's that at the door? Ah, it's plan B taken prisoner by starships. Bobby and Cas are ushered inside, Cas just as surly as ever. Eve taunts Cas for his lack of powers – she's older than him and knows how to switch off angel power. Neener neener neener, etc.

Dean gives Eve the “you might as well kill us you sick bastard” speech. She offers to just turn them monster. Eve presses into Dean threateningly and he tells her, “bite me.” She chomps him good on the throat. Almost immediately she begins gagging. When she wasn’t looking Dean drank down the phoenix ash from the spare bullet in his pocket and it chokes Eve. She begins to ooze at the edges until she collapses. Suddenly the starships start to go crazy, no longer under control.

“Shield your eyes,” Cas yells and mojos out, smiting all the starships.

Cas heals Dean who says they've got to leave immediately. He admits that he was wrong and the boys they saved were turned. “Dean you are such a pain in my ass,” Cas says with his eyes. At the boys' home they discover the dead father – and two dead kids. There's sulfur on the floor. Demons came and killed them so the Winchesters try to parse out the higher meaning. Who's in charge?

Dean reveals that Crowley is still alive. Cas is all wide eyed astonishment at this. He burned his bones! He must check it out. Cas flaps away. Bobby and Sam walk soberly off to the side. They wonder how Crowley managed to escape. Bobby wonders if Cas is working with Crowley. Dean doesn't believe an inch of it but Sam's got some doubts.

At the diner Cas surveys the damage. Crowley walks in and asks Cas how many times he's going to have to clean up his messes. GASP!

Natasha: Thanks for reading along with our Mary Winchester recap series. Remember, you can read through all our old recaps on our archive page. While the next Hellatus is still about a month away, you should know that we’re VERY EXCITED to recap all the Ben Edlund episodes while we’re waiting for season 13 to arrive!

Quotes, Get Outta My Ass:

It's not like Cas lives in my ass.

Cas, get outta my ass!

I was expecting more Zombieland, less Pleasantville

Without your power you're basically just a baby in a trenchcoat.

You know who whines? Babies.

I’m bathing in Purell tonight.

Jefferson Starships because they're horrible and hard to kill.

He wants purgatory right? Location location location.

#spn recap #spn rewatch #spn 6x19 #mommy dearest #dean winchester #sam winchester #bobby singer #cas #castiel #supernatural season 6 #mary winchester #eve #lenore

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ecotone99 · 5 years ago

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[NF] Punk Rock Therapy

Punk Rock Therapy

I always took pride in being the guy that you least expected to be, well, THAT guy. The guy who could fight like a Tasmanian Devil. The guy who drove faster and crazier than any sane person ever should. The guy that ran from the cops after vandalizing a construction site. The kid who wound skip school at every opportunity. The guy who would start, stop and control the mosh pit at the punk rock show. Yes, that guy. That guy is me.

My “incognito” self was a mild mannered, Clark Kent (but uglier and rounder) kid who was always living two separate lives. The life that I lied my way into and through and the life those around me including those I called “family” assumed I led. Not only was I the incognito rebel to those around me, I was those to complete strangers. No one assumed the fat kid in husky sized clothing from the JC Penny Catalog was going to be the shit starter. It was the perfect cover.

It’s hilarious to think that my parents assumed I was a good kid, who got decent grades in school. Little did they know that I was a born rebel and trouble maker who hijacked his high school report cards and created new ones on Windows 98. I would “volunteer” after school and then go hang out with my friends and vandalize shit. I’d drive like a maniac in my parents cars and run from security guards and police. I smoked cheap cigars. I got into fist fights every week. I punched holes in walls. I was all kinds of rebel but I didn’t want a soul to know.

There’s no doubt about it. I was a troubled kid, with a troubled home life and I was determined to walk the fine line of fucking it all up and getting away with it. My father would scream at me (on the rare times I did get caught) and ask me “why can you just be like your other brothers and sisters”? I’d watched my brothers and sisters conform to ways of thinking and action that were both immoral and cruel. I’d watched them stand terrified of my parents. I’d watch them and I’d think “no, no, no that won’t be me”.

I needed an escape.

Music was always a huge part of my life and for this I have my brother to partially thank. He had a massive cassette tape collection that he put out on display in his room. His room was always the forbidden room, which was probably because 1. He was an asshole and 2. Because he was afraid I’d find his stash of dirty magazines. Which I of course did, but that’s another whole story. He had everything from Guns and Roses to Metallica and even Dr. Dre and Genesis.

I would take these relics and make copies of them on his double tape deck, York audio system. I’d ask my mother to buy me blank tapes, saying it was for a reading assignment as school and then record as many tapes as I could while he was out of the house. I threaded the needle every day but I didn’t care. I was good at not getting caught and I didn’t get caught. I now, at the age of 9, had a wide variety of music to fill my head, heart and body. Some was angry. Some was REALLY angry. Some just had a sick groove. I’m looking at you Genesis!

As I got older, my love of what I stole from my brother and what was becoming popular began to converge at the best possible time. My life was a disaster at home, my mother was in prison (which is really, really another story) and my family was basically falling apart. Music was my escape. My safe space. It was where I could express my anger and express my vitriol in a semi productive manner.

On my 12th birthday, my musical life really changed. My older brother (not the asshole who I stole tapes from) asked me what I wanted. I, being a low key shit starting, music stealing rebel, said I wanted albums. I wanted Dookie from Green Day and Smash from Offspring. I have to say, he was very very confused as to why a 12 year old was asking for these records but like a good brother, he didn’t ask many questions. On my 12th birthday, there in my possession were Dookie and Smash. My life would never be the same.

See, as years went on, my taste flourished and I grew a deep love for the snarky, fast and poignant lyrics of punk rock. I also dabbled in metal, thrash and hardcore but also kept keen ear for hip hop. It was my kind of noise. The kind of shit my parents hated and the kind of shit I had to hide from them to keep them out of my collection. It was the least catholic music in the world. The least prim and proper. The most...me.

On the outside I was always a schlubby, chubby, socially awkward kid with weird glasses and stupid pants. I’d try to be relevant. I’d try to be cool. All I ever managed to do was look like a fool but find people that cared a little bit less about me looking like an idiot. I grew up in home where self expression was stifled. Everything from emotion to love was substituted and stuffed deep inside my black hole. I was whatever I thought I should be, not whatever I wanted to be.

See, my ears and soul were filled with punk rock from Bad Religion to Ten Foot Pope and Pennywise. I read about their pain. I felt their angst. I dreamed of being up on stage, diving into the crowd my fucking fist in the air. I had dreams of playing the drums faster and faster. Letting that swirling beat, that machine gun, ruthless, driving beat take over. Distortion was religion. Riffs and speed. Riffs and speed. God, I was hooked and I loved it so much.

Once I was able to drive (my other love) I was able to start going to concerts. See, there was a strict no concert rule in my home. My parents believed that all concerts were full of debauchery, boozing and rampant drug use. I mean, this isn’t entirely untrue but it’s not completely true either. Since my parents trusted me about as much as they found throw my 250 pound ass, I knew I could never tell them where I was going. In fact, I could pretty much never tell them where I was going. Ever.

My first concert was with a local, Christian punk rock/pop punk band. I had been asked my a friend to go and since it was a punk rock band (didn’t give a shit if it was Christian or not at that point) went to the show. It was at a church, not far from where I lived in sleepy Mission Viejo, CA. I mean why not? What happened at that church would truly change my life forever but not in the way you would think.

I told my mother I was going to a church function. Yes, a church function.

Once the band came on, there was a massive surge forward and I was caught up in the crowd. All the sudden people were shoving, pushing and moving. I moved too. The music was fast, aggressive and perfect. It was my very first mosh pit. I found my friend and we began to tear around the pit, tripping over bodies and picking up our fallen comrades. The band played and we moshed. It went on for about an hour but it truly felt like five minutes. I had power here. I was big, I was strong and for the first time in my life was powerful and has some control.

After the show, my friend and I met outside. I have to say, we were pretty torn up. I had blood on my shirt that was probably not mine, my friend had lost his shoe and his top was smashed and bleeding. We were sweating like I’ve never sweat before. Our ears were ringing but my God, my God we felt alive!

Suddenly I remembered my church lie. Dammit. What the hell kind of church function was I at?! My shirt was ripped, stained and I was soaked in sweat. What was I supposed to tell my mother? “JESUS REALLY HIT ME TONIGHT MOM. SO HARD HE MADE ME BLEED”. I quickly realized that I had left a sweatshirt in my car. It was January so, thank god, it was a bit chilly. This would be my cover if my parents were awake when I got home.

When I got home, my mother and father were asleep in front of the TV as usual. I slid past them and upstairs to dispose of the evidence. This was going to be tough since my mother l, who did the laundry, would surely notice a trashed, sweaty shirt. I quickly found an old suitcase in my closet and stuffed the shirt in the zippered compartment. Success.

My ears rang from that show for 2 days. I knew, right then and right there, that was hooked. The cat and mouse game continued on like this for nearly a year on my Senior year of high school. I would say I was doing something else, then I would meet with friends to get crazy at some punk rock show. I had friends in bands, friends of friends in bands - it was awesome. I lied and snuck around while still maintaining my clean boy image for my family. By day I was a compliant kid, by night I was the ruler of the pit. The rest of world has no fucking idea who I was.

Then one day, the lying and deception came to a screeching stop. I made a mistake. My mantra of not getting caught had a chink in the armor and I let my guard down just enough to get caught.

Here’s the story.

My cover was that I was going to the mission in San Juan Capistrano to bag beans and rice for poor people in Mexico. I know, I’m a terrible human being for using that as my cover but Jesus Christ, you have no idea how bad things were at home. My mother would also believe this ridiculous story, bar none. I told her I was going alone, as she didn’t like my friend anyways.

Needless to say, I got what was coming to me.

We went to a show one summer night, it was a local band from guys at school we loved and well, the place was getting crazy. It’s important to note that I drove. My friend (same friend that went to the original show) was with me and we were having a great time.

That is, until I fell.

I spun backwards, expecting to use the ring of the pit as a springboard to launch back out into the middle of the pit. Suddenly, there was no one there. The pit opened up way wider than I expected and there was no one there to bounce off of. I lost my balance and began to fall backwards and fast. I lost my footing and BAM! I landed right on my ass, with my right hand breaking my fall. All 250 pounds of me.

I immediately stood up and rejoined the pit, not realizing that there was something seriously wrong here. It took about five minutes to register that I was had severely injured my wrist and hand. It really hit home when I looked down and watched in real time as my wrist swole up like a balloon and turned a shade of purple that no body part should ever be. Uh oh.

I grabbed my friend and showed him my wrist and we both quickly realized this was not going to be an easy situation to explain or deal with. My wrist was in so much pain that I couldn’t even turn the key to the car when we left! I could barely move my entire arm! I was so fucked! How was I going to explain this to my parents? I surely could not conjure up a lie grand enough to cover this one! What? Carpal tunnel while filling bags of rice and beans for poor people? Oh, Oh Danny Boy you are screwed.

I decided on a pure accident for the cover story. That’s right, I fell down the stairs at the church, how could I forget!? I’d play it up and hold my wrist out in a pathetic manner and explain how I fell down the steps. Well, my parents were again asleep when I got home so I’d have to lay this out for them in the morning.

It was a terrible night of sleep.

Morning came and I creeped into the kitchen to find my mother in a wretched, manic mood. Great. She asked me what was wrong and I held out my wrist. She aggressively grabbed and said “What in the hell happened? What were you doing last night!?”. I casually explained how I went full Superman off the stairs at the church and fell on my wrist. Truthfully, she didn’t really seem to believe me. She knew or thought she knew I was completely and totally full of beans and rice fueled horseshit.

For the time, she seemed to have sort of bought the story and indicated we would need to go to the urgent care because it was probably broken. She left the kitchen and left me with ice on my wrist, watching ‘Live with Regis and Kelly’. She returned a short time later and what happened next was like the worst kind of slow motion.

Her veiny, crepe-slimmed hand suddenly appeared in front of my face with an article Of clothing grasped firmly within it. It was a jacket. Not just any jacket, mind you, but the jacket belonging to my friend who I wasn’t supposed to be with. She screamed “What the fuck is this! Are you spending time with “evil friend” again? What did I tell you about seeing him?”

Oh boy.

At this point, I knew I was totally screwed. I knew she was going to pull the ultimate, crazy ass mother thing. She was going to call his mother. I sat there with my head in my hands as my angry, steaming mother picked up the phone and dialed my friends number.

“Hello? Hello, this is Mrs. Crazy Ass”

“Where was your son last night?”

“See, my son is a liar and won’t tell me where he was and I know he was with your son”.

“A concert? What kind of concert?”

“Oh, I see. I’m glad you knew before me.”

“Yeah, well, I’m his mother and I think I know best. “

“That’s none of your business.”

Click.

The next thing I know, my mother walked over to me and slapped me across the face so hard it made my head ring. My glasses went flying. My face stung. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, as she stared at me with her disgusting glare. She then grabbed me by my hair and held on.

She screamed: “That’s the last time you’ll make a fool out of me you son of a bitch. I know you were at that concert and I know you hurt yourself in something called a mosh pit. You’re never going to another concert again! You’re not to see that boy ever again and you are grounded for 6 months. Now get in the car, we need to go to the doctors.

I had broken my wrist in three places. As I write this, it still hurts to this very day. I had a cast on for six weeks - which made me the star at school. The story got around and I had people I never spoke to come up and ask how I was doing. My friends mom considered calling the police that day. My teachers thought my mom had hurt me again.

I was grounded for six months and in that six months, I still managed to talk my way into 3 other concerts. I still did it, I still didn’t care. I was still a badass rebel who walked with a big stick and carried the world on his shoulders. I didn’t need to fit the scene. I didn’t need to wear a Mohawk or rock a leather jacket with buttons. I was my own kind of punk rocker.

Inside, I was bursting with anger, shame and guilt. My life at home was falling apart and the community I had found with punk rock and hardcore music was being ripped away. I wanted to be at concerts every night. Every minute. Every fucking day.

As I got older, my rebelliousness turned into pure anger and disdain for the world around me. Simple responsibility became an excerpted in angry futility. A lifetime of criticism and contempt turned me into a defensive monster that could not be told what to do or how to do it. A simple command. A simple ask. A simple request would light a fire that ripped my insides apart and caused my brain to short circuit.

No, no one was going to tell ME what to do.

Realizing many years later that this false sense of control is what drove my life for so many years was sobering and stunning. It nearly wrecked my marriage. Ruined me professionally and financially. Put a halt on nearly two decades of my life. All for what? So I could rebel, fight and burn off the rage that seared inside of me? Yes. That’s exactly what happened.

So here I stand, reciting this and coming full circle with myself. Yes, I am a badass. Yes, I am always full of surprises. Yes, I was a punk rocking, mosh pit controlling son of a bitch.

No, I don’t need to prove to anyone that these things are true. They’ll never be anyone quite like me and I can finally stop trying to prove to the world that I mean something.

Strung Out: Better Days

Maybe today won't be the same Maybe I'll just stand my ground Maybe another time another place I'll float myself right outta here Under the influence of reality. Some days I drive myself insane Some days I'm all I've got Some days I'm tired of seeing The world take everyting I've got It's hard to get it right when doin' Wrong is all you know I'll take my chance when tomorrow Comes with a little luck I'll grow

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sueboohscorner · 8 years ago

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#iZombie Season 3 Episode 8 "Eat a Knievel" Recap & Review

Blaine is BACK!

This week we join Blaine after he was shot as he makes some sort of deal with his killer. He has two requests, one- to know where the new brain supplier is and the other…

I may be a little tired when I write this so I am thinking to be turned into a zombie so he can live through the gunshot wound? I could be wrong but it’s okay…been a long week!

Over at Fillmore Graves the Team is reviewing the tape that turned up online of Justin in full zombie mode. Luckily, most of the internet is suspicious it’s all a fake but there are enough believers out there to make them nervous. All is okay for now, except Vivian knows Major isn’t a zombie anymore and definitely wants to know then how and why.

Unfortunately, before she has a chance to find out, her helicopter explodes on the way to her new zombie island retreat. Very concerning!

RIP Vivian…or not? I think she may have faked her death for some reason.

While Liv thinks Harley Johns and his anti-zombie movement is the culprit, Clive thinks it’s way too advanced for the likes of them. Plus, they aren’t taking ISIS like credit for on the net. Word has it that now Vivian is gone her brother in law, Chace Graves is on his way to head up FG.

Veronica Mars fans listen up! Chace will be played by Jason Dohring! Woo Hoo!

Ravi finds one of Harley’s gatherings and him and Liv think it might be a good idea to go undercover. Liv DOES have experience to act like someone else!

Time for the brains-case of the week. A Jackass (do Millennials know Jackass and Johnny Knoxville)? like guy named Finn, pulls a stunt on motorcycle while on fire.

Unfortunately, someone has pulled a switcheroo on his flame retardant outfit and he burns alive. OUCH! I am thinking the brain of the week is going to be very similar to frat boy brains except with much pain and more practical jokes.

At the crime scene Clive learns of the popularity of Finvincible and his “Stunted Growth”, a sort of Jackass slash Punked combo series and apparently a favorite of Ravi’s.

“Twenty-three thousand subscribers can’t be wrong.” -Ravi

Just in time, suspect number one arrives in a panic demanding to see the liner of the stunt suit which is of course the wrong one. He explains that Finn did piss off many but the people whom worked on the show loved him.

Back at the lab brain meal of the week is…ummm…. fried in a pan with a ton of spice poured on?

Meanwhile at The Scratching post, Don E and his bitch are dragging in a huge crate and Blaine’s dad, Angus, learns about Fillmore Graves being a zombie run organization and is deeply intrigued.

“I’ve seen the future and the future is brains!” -Angus

At the station, the show crew has arrived drunk and are already causing a scene but Liv is on their level and ready to handle the situation, as always. Her helping mostly consists of trying to staple a guy’s tongue to the table. Clive, as always, has to be a buzzkill and actually proceed with the interrogation. The guys tell him that Finn did actually make the camera man angry once but will not talk because of the non-disclosure agreement they signed. Clive and Liv head down to a shoot, ironically for DA Barracus where they meet up with Kong. But he is no help either due to the NDA.

Back at Blaine’s work he is looking worn out and seeming to be preparing for some sort of ultimate showdown. He even pulls a weapon on a painter who sneaks up on him. Poor Blaine.

Back at The Scratching Post, Angus is hobnobbing with the FG guys and treating Don E like he doesn’t matter. My opinion, don’t mess with Don E-he might be smarter than he looks…or acts…or is.

Meanwhile at the lab, Liv and Ravi are cracking up to Finn’s videos. Clive is not amused.

“I’m surprised it took this long for Finn to get murdered.” -Clive

Liv gets her first vision, the suspect from the crew earlier, Rudy going bananas on Finn. So, Liv and Clive drag back in the crew to ask them about it. The guys explain they have pranked Rudy a bunch of times but Clive explains this was specifically in a hotel room with Rudy screaming asking him why he has to have everything. The guys claim to not know because Rudy deleted the footage. But one of the guys coughs up something in private on his phone. This particular prank involves Finn in bed with Rudy’s girl. Motive for murder anyone?

Or just an extreme prank?

Definitely time to bring Rudy back in to the precinct.

Liv is back on the case and after kicking Rudy in the nuts she offers Rudy a suspicious coffee. Rudy claims the whole Finn sleeping with his girlfriend, now wife, was a total prank-nothing more.

All I really care about is him drinking the coffee but he doesn’t want it so Clive takes it-oh no. Clive do you ever pay attention to what brain Liv is on? Rudy does offer up the story on Kong before he splits and we discover Clive’s hands are now super glued to the coffee cup. Good one Liv!

Back at the lab Ravi and Liv watch the coffee cup prank and laugh their asses off. Ravi let’s Liv know he got them an invite to the zombie truthers meeting by posting a bunch on the message board under “Indian Cowboy.” They discuss plans on what to wear and how to act and even discuss switching accents for the night. Uh…no.

“…and I only speak one language and I wear white socks.” -Ravi in his American voice.

Ravi wants to practice but liv has a date! With Justin!

Her very practical date suggestion is that he have some Finn brains so they can both act like idiots all night. I think it’s a bloody brilliant plan.

Not just that, they decide to kick it up a notch by downing some Super Max. It really seems more like teenage boys snuck out and went to the park to blow things up, until things get a little heated. Unfortunately-the heat is interrupted by a vision. Liv sees one of the crew hand Finn a new stunt suit which he says Rudy told him to give him. Busted! Liv and Justin will have to be paused for now…but they are adorable together!

Back at The Scratching Post, Don E and his lackey are dragging in yet another heavy crate while speculating is it’s possible that Christina Ricci is a zombie…maybe. Angus is still pulling the big boss trip on Don E, when he suddenly receives a call from the dead.

Blaine tells him to buckle up! He knows where he is and he is coming for him AND his dear old pops. Don E hangs up to warn Angus that Blaine is somehow still alive and they are promptly sent out for his head on a platter.

Liv and Clive visit Rudy’s house where they are welcomed by Stasha, Rudy’s wife’s aunt who gives them free searching reign. They don’t find anything but Stasha shows up unexpectedly with a brand new baby who just happens to be the same shade of Finn. It looks like Rudy may have found out the baby wasn’t his about three days ago when the little sucker arrived. No blood test needed! Rudy is arrested-case closed.

Meanwhile, at The Scratching Post, Angus demands the unpacking of the heavy brains crate and here in lies the genius of Blaine. He surprises his dad by popping out and shooting him a few times.

“I have to say, I’m proud of you. I didn’t think you had it in you-this took initiative!” -Angus

Although Angus pleads with him to join him on his new venture, Blaine forces him into the cement tub he brought along. He takes him to his childhood home where he has a neat contraption built for him hanging above a well, which he eventually drops him into. It’s all very Tarantino-esque.

I am pretty sure Blaine isn’t planning on coming back to feed daddy dearest. But he does go back for Don E with plans to get back together.

“Stop talking, you had me at money.” -Don E

The zombie army is getting their party on but it is suddenly stopped by a commander who reminds them about Discovery Day and their sworn duty to protect the zombies who came out of the basement at Max Rager. He also calls out Justin on the stolen cans of Super Max and shoots him when he comes clean. This guy is a total buzzkill (as Liv might say).

Okay, I have a couple questions…one-why do a few cans of Super Max matter? And more imrpotantly-two: WHY IS MAJOR STILL IN THE ZOMBIE ARMY??? I know Vivian died and didn’t have time to spill the beans but how is he supposed to fight with a bunch of zombies? Or what if it was him who said yeah man I took the Super Max and HE was shot instead of Justin? I am sure he can get hired SOMEWHERE! Major, come on dude. Rant Over!

Liv and Ravi attend the zombie truth seekers gathering- where Liv looks so pretty! But I am a bit nervous they might take your blood pressure at the door or something.

Well, just as I thought they are doing just that! I should write for this show! Rob Thomas are you listening?

For some reason Liv thinks she can get her adrenaline going and pass the test. I want to scream….NO LIV!

Suddenly, Harley spots her and swears he knows her from somewhere. Ravi explains they just got a text from the babysitter saying the imaginary kids are sick so Liv agrees to go home and check on them.

“I’ll go home and check on the kids, but I want to know everything. Zombies are real. There is one everywhere I go!” -Liv to Harley

And off she goes as Ravi gets his blood pressure taken. I cannot wait to find out what happnened at that meeting.

Episode Rating 9 ½. So very close to a 10! Everything with Blaine was just amazing but I could have used a bit more on the crime of the week storyline.

#izombiefansunite #cwtuesdays #robthomas #rahulkohli #cw #rosemciver #robertbuckly #alymichalka #izombierecap #malcolmgoodwin

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