#four is celia fucking kills a guy

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

two chapters written, 11 pages and 4661 words... i think im gonna finish this multi chapter fic this time... woahh...

[broodingheroine]

tmagp 6 thoughts

okay okay yes sam don't shut out the sun. something something isolation something something basement something something archives.

alice been working at the oiar for a decade? or just nights in general?

"you really punish people for daring to be your friend" ouch! felt that!

new guy???? NEW GUY??????

one of you gets eaten at the xmas party 👁👄👁

gwen ur such a bitch I love u so much

FULL OF NEEDLES????

oh the laugh. distortion core.

an act of affection. okay.

holes.

okay so a PERSON feeding on fear in a way.

is this the first case file from the perspective of a perpetrator? like outside of how the doctor in the tree one obviously killed his wife.

okay for sure a person feeding on fear jesus

sam ur upset there isn't more to the horror 🤨 stop being curious Right Now

oh celia is such a goober

celia is gonna check the response department box too. calling it.

FOUR WEIRDOS IN A BASEMENT READING SCARY STORIES??? DREAM JOB????? SHUT UP RIGHT NOW

alice flirting with every woman that walks into the office is so funny

okay alice canonically tall as shit?

okay so not much in the way of information abt how the Entities function in this episode, but the needle guy was p fucked up I liked it.

no colin :(

feel like celia is getting the kiss of death just because she got introduced last :/ I might just be paranoid though

this was a pretty quiet episode all things considered. no chester or norris or augustus :( no colin, no ominous statements from lena, no mention of the probable murder lena committed

I was listening at work so I had to keep pausing :/ might've missed some stuff

[seaside-writings]

(Part 5 of 4)

Hello, all you wonderful, lovely people! I'm here with another prompt list for you all!

I know it's been a year since I posted a list having to do with the Scream franchise, but yesterday was the day that the fifth movie aired in theaters, and I thought it would be fun to celebrate by making a prompt list for it just like I did for the other movies.

As before with the other four lists, I’ve changed some stuff in the dialogue to help things be a little smoother.

I will also be linking the four other prompts in this list so if any of you want to check them out you can! And if you use these or any of the others prompts please credit/tag me so I can check what you created because I'd love to see it! 

Now with all of that out of the way, please enjoy this prompt list!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Lots of Love & Wishes: Celia 💙

(1, 2, 3, 4)

Prompts:

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

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"Do you remember the beginning?" "Not really. It started with a kill scene, right? They always started with a kill scene,"

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"I’ve been through this. A lot,"

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"It's happening, three attacks so far. Do you have a gun?" "Of course, I have a gun,"

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"There are certain rules to surviving these types of movies. Rule #1: never trust the love interest. Rule #2: what is the killer's motive? Rule #3: the first victim always has a friend group that the killer's a part of,"

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"Whatever his link is to our past, it's pulled us all back here,"

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"I won't rest until he's in the ground,"

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"You ready?" "For this? Never,"

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"This is your life now, which means that whoever this is is going to keep coming for you,"

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"Something about this one just feels different,"

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"The killer is a part of something in the past,"

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"You said we were going to finish this, so go finish this,"

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"I'll be right back!" "... He's dead,"

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"You mean like Halloween?" "No, not like Halloween," "Sounds a lot like Halloween,"

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"You know that part in the horror movie where you’re screaming at the person to get the fuck out? This is that part; get the fuck out,"

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"Are you kidding me? I've been stabbed nine times,"

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"Have you ever been stabbed?"

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"It's an honor,"

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Bonus question, do you think I made it inside your house before you could rearm the alarm?

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"The attacks were all on people related to the original killers,"

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"You got stabbed a billion times, got dumped by your famous wife, and crawled into a bottle. I think it's safe to say, you're on the suspect list,"

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"A non-answer counts as a wrong answer. Time's running out. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock,"

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"She was attacked," "What? Is she-" "She's alive, but in bad shape. She was stabbed,"

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"When there's a psycho out there, you make yourself harder to find. You delete social media, tape over your phone camera, and disable GPS,"

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"Well, it's elevated horror," "What does that mean, (elevated horror?)" "You know, it's like scary, but with complex emotional and thematic underpinnings. It's not just some schlocky, cheeseball nonsense with wall-to-wall jumpscares,"

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"I mean she could still die," "What the fuck!?" "Or the killer could come back for her,"

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"I mean I've never seen "Gone With The Wind" either, but I don't consider it like a huge hole in my cinematic education,"

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"I'm just telling you, arm up, okay? Pepper spray, pocket knife, taser, anything,"

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"Every decade or so, some idiot gets the bright idea to put on the mask, kill his friends, and get famous too. The last time it happened was in 2011,"

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"I have to make sure we don't get sliced up by some lunatic who saw Friday the 13th and thought, "You know what? That Jason guy, he's got some pretty solid ideas,"

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"Oh, they're not the only ones I'm going to hurt; I had to get you back here somehow, didn't I?"

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"And where were you when all of this happened?" "I was watching, Netflix," "Ooh, yeah, super solid alibi, bro,"

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"Or, and I'm just spit-balling here, you're the killer,"

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"It doesn't freak you out that my real father was a serial killer?" "I mean, yeah. A great deal, yeah,"

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"Give me one good reason why I should talk to you," "The original killer is my father," "... That's a horrible reason for me to talk to you,"

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"Because nobody takes the true fans seriously, not really. They just laugh at us, and why? Because we love something? We're just a fucking joke to them! How can fandom be toxic? It's about love! You don't fucking understand, these movies are important to people,"

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"Thank goodness, you're okay! Because I really, really wanted to be the one to kill you,"

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"Never fuck the daughter of a serial killer,"

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"It's good to hear your voice,"

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"Promise me. No matter what you hear or what you see on the news, don't come here," "No offense, but I have no intention of ever stepping foot in that town again,"

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"You wanna fuck with me, asshole? I'm right here. Come and get me!" "With pleasure,"

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"Whoever this killer is after, I'm glad they have you to protect them,"

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"You are a lot of things, but you are NOT a coward,"

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"Why are you doing this?" "Why? You wanna know why? Maybe it's because you're a selfish bitch who can't even make a decision to save the life of someone you love. Maybe you're too weak for this franchise," "Maybe you're right. Or maybe I'm just stalling for time, fuckhead!"

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"You have to shoot them in the head, or they always come back,"

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"I want you to help us kill him," "You want me to help you and the host of a morning show to commit murder?" "Correct," "Yeah,"

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"I put a tracker on her car," "You did what?" "Seems like something you would do," "I'll take that as a compliment,"

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"Oh, there's two of you... again,"

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"You know, I'm a really big fan?" "Go fuck yourself,"

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"You really need some new material," "I got you here, didn't I?" "You might actually be the most derivative one of all. I mean, really, the same house?"

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"I started all this," "No, you didn't, the sick bastard started this, and we're gonna end it. After tonight, no more books, no more movies, no more fucking killers,"

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"Help me! Help me! He stabbed me!" "What do you think?" "Trap,"

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"Someone had to save the franchise!"

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"You did all this just to make me the hero of your fucked-up movie?" "Sweetie, you’re not the hero. You’re the villain,"

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"Fuck you!" "Well, now you’re just quoting the original,"

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"What are you gonna do now, huh? Make a scary phone call to me? Pop your head out of the closet in a mask? You know, 'cause you're the villain? And the villain dies at the end! Those are the rules!"

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"Wait! What about my ending?!"

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"You know what the biggest problem of this franchise is? There’s no Michael Myers or Jason Voorhees, no bad guy to keep coming back. But the illegitimate daughter of the original mastermind? Now that’s a fucking villain,"

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"Can’t have a bona fide Halloween without Jamie Lee!"

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"I'm introducing a new rule,"

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"You're not the reason Dad left. You didn't choose where you came from, or who you came from. I don't blame you for that. I blame you for leaving me, too," "That's never gonna happen again," "I know,"

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"This time, it's gonna be the fans that win,"

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"You really should’ve listened to him! He nailed it in one! "Dude, look at the love interest!" Are you fucking stupid?"

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"I can't believe I get to do you both! No last-minute saves this time! Your story's over! Time to pass the torch!" "It's all yours, bitch!"

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"Enjoy the torch,"

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"Please, it's not my fault! I'm just a dumb kid, I just wanted to be a part of something!" "Apart of something? You killed me best friend!"

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"I’m so sorry, we can’t let you live, either. I mean, surviving this many times, that would just be ridiculous,"

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"You're not going anywhere without me. Don't worry, I'm gonna hold your hand the whole way there,"

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"Not really a fan of scary movies," "That checks out,"

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"I still prefer The Babadook,"

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"It's always someone you know,"

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"I've seen this movie before," "Not this movie,"

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"Careful, they always come back," 

[daxwritesstories]

College AU part 25: Party Poison

Content warning: transphobic language

Scene 1: the actor

(Scene title by dynastic)

INT. Celia & Cyra's dorm - Morning

Celia is sleeping peacefully in her bed, on her side, until Cyra jumps on top of her.

CYRA: Wake up, Celia!

Celia groans and rolls onto her back. Cyra stares down at her excitedly, all four limbs pinning her to the bed.

CELIA: What is it?

CYRA: It's cast announcement day!

Celia groans again.

CYRA: We have to go make sure we got the right parts.

CELIA: We don't even know if we were cast.

CYRA: Yes we do! I made sure that we did.

CELIA: Huh?

CYRA: I worked my magic. As usual, I can make anything happen.

CELIA: Who did you sleep with this time?

CYRA: No one! I've never had sex ever.

Cyra giggles and climbs off of the bed. Celia sits up and rubs her eyes.

CELIA: We literally had sex last week.

CYRA: Nuh-uh! Let's go, let's go!

CELIA: Hold on, I have to get dressed.

INT. Hallway - Morning

Celia and Cyra are standing in front of a bulletin board. Cyra points at a sheet on the board.

CYRA: See? I'm Columbia and you're Magenta.

Celia looks at the sheet in slight disbelief.

CELIA: Wow, you were right.

Cyra takes a step closer to the board.

CYRA: I need to make sure the rest of the casting is right too. So far it looks like it...

ERIK: There you are!

Cyra and Celia look over to see Erik and Rhett walking up to them. Erik is walking fast and Rhett is trailing behind him a bit.

ERIK: What the fuck did you do?

CYRA: What?

ERIK: This cast list has your grubby fingerprints all over it.

CYRA: So what? I'm a very influential person. And I know who would be best for each role.

Erik leans in closer to Cyra and lowers his voice.

ERIK: You're fucking Roman, aren't you?

Cyra reacts with played-up disbelief.

CYRA: Whoa! Where is this coming from?

ERIK: How else did you manage to get all your friends cast? Seems like a pretty big coincidence.

CYRA: You really think that little of me? I happen to be very persuasive. Roman's my friend so I just gave him some suggestions.

ERIK: Oh, like how you "persuaded" me to audition? And Rhett? I'm sure you did the same to Celia and Prince and Jayce and Connor.

CELIA: Chill.

Rhett puts a hand in front of Erik.

RHETT: Erik...

CYRA: Hey, I've never slept with Connor.

ERIK: Wow!

CYRA: Why are you so mad?

ERIK: I don't wanna be in this play, Cyra! I can't believe you convinced me to audition for this stupid thing!

CYRA: Then fuckin' quit! See if I care!

CELIA: Guys, people are looking.

CYRA: Erik started it!

Embarrassed by people looking, Erik lowers his voice again.

ERIK: I heard what Roman said to you in the car when he drove us home.

Cyra lowers her voice too.

CYRA: He was joking.

Erik glares at Cyra before turning around and storming off. Cyra folds her arms. She looks upset.

CYRA: I didn't fuck Roman.

RHETT: I know. He's just pissy.

CYRA: If he really didn't want to do the play then why did he audition? I wasn't trying to make him mad.

RHETT: Yeah, for once.

Cyra shoots a glare at Rhett.

RHETT: He'll get over it, just give him a day. On the bright side, I'm playing Eddie.

CELIA: And I'm gonna be Magenta!

Cyra gasps and her face lights up.

CYRA: I get to make out with both of you!

Celia smiles at Rhett, but Rhett looks away shyly and lets out a nervous laugh.

RHETT: Yeah... Let's just hope no one else is mad about their roles.

Cyra makes a face like she just remembered something and then looks at the bulletin board again.

CYRA: Wait, who's playing Rocky?

Celia looks at the board too and laughs. Rhett snickers too.

CELIA: Devin?

Cyra turns around to face Celia and grimaces.

CYRA: He's gonna kill me.

Scene 2: Sweet Transvestite

INT. Connor & Devin's dorm - Late afternoon

Connor is sitting at his desk, putting makeup on in front of a mirror on the table. Devin is pacing.

DEVIN: I'm gonna kill Cyra.

CONNOR: Well, she'll be here in a few minutes, so go nuts.

DEVIN: First that stupid thing and now this. Why do I keep doing favors for her?

CONNOR: What stupid thing?

Devin stops, realizing what he just said.

DEVIN: Uh... don't worry about it.

Connor laughs.

CONNOR: Okay.

Connor puts his makeup brush down and stands up, revealing that he's wearing a leather jacket, a skirt, and stockings with garters. He also has black heels on.

CONNOR: How do I look?

Devin looks Connor up and down. He doesn't say anything though.

CONNOR: Too much?

DEVIN: Um...

There is a knock at the door and Devin jumps at the opportunity to leave the conversation.

DEVIN: I'll get it.

Connor rolls his eyes as Devin hurries to the door.

CONNOR (sarcastically): Fine, don't answer me.

Devin opens the door and Cyra and Celia are standing there. Cyra immediately puts her hands up in defense.

DEVIN: You know I'm mad at you, huh?

CYRA: Look, I didn't think they would actually cast you.

DEVIN: Bullshit.

CYRA: Can we talk about this later? We have to g–

Cyra stops talking when she notices Connor standing behind Devin. She smiles in surprise.

CYRA: Whoa! Connor! What's with the get-up?

Cyra walks past Devin, completely brushing him off. Celia follows Cyra in, glancing at Devin on the way.

CONNOR: I'm method acting. I gotta get into the Frank-N-Furter mindset.

CYRA: Well damn, wanna go "method act" with me in the bathroom?

Connor poses, modeling the clothes.

CONNOR: Yeah? You like this?

CYRA: I have never been more attracted to you.

Celia laughs and smacks Cyra's arm.

CELIA: We gotta go. I'm the only thing keeping our "driver" from leaving without us.

DEVIN: Why is Ace even coming to this thing? He's not in the musical.

CYRA: What? Don't wanna see him after the other night?

Cyra smiles at Connor, hoping he'll get what she's saying. It only takes Connor a second before his jaw drops, which quickly turns into a smile.

CONNOR: Wait–

DEVIN: Oh, for fuck's sake! Let's just go!

Devin quickly leaves the room and Connor runs after him.

CONNOR: Devin, wait! Devin!

Cyra and Celia follow after them, giggling.

Scene 3: Party Poison

(Scene title by My Chemical Romance)

INT. Restaurant - Evening

The majority of the musical cast is already sitting around a long table (Bella, Jayce, Prince, Rhett, Erik, and Vir). Roman and Misty are there too.

Cyra, Ace, Connor, Celia, and Devin walk into the restaurant together and make their way to the table.

ROMAN: Took you long enough!

ACE: You can blame all of them for being slow.

Ace gestures to the group with him. Everyone fills the remaining seats. Devin sits next to Erik. Connor and Celia sit with Prince and Jayce. Cyra follows Ace to the far end of the table where Roman is sitting.

As Ace passes Devin, he subtly runs his finger across Devin's shoulders. Devin looks at him but Ace doesn't look back or give any acknowledgement.

ROMAN: Saved you a seat.

Ace and Roman hold fake gang signs up at each other before Ace sits down next to him. Cyra quickly takes the seat next to Ace, like she's afraid someone else is going to take it.

CONNOR: So? What did we miss?

PRINCE: No, no. Show us the outfit first.

Connor smiles and stands up. He strikes a few poses and spins around.

VIR: Ooh! Ahh!

CYRA: You look so fucking hot!

Ace looks at Cyra and then dramatically flips his hair over his shoulder.

ACE: Tranny chaser.

Cyra looks offended but Ace ignores her, pretending to check his nails.

Connor finishes showing off his outfit and then sits back down.

CONNOR: Okay, now tell me... What's the hot goss? What did we miss?

PRINCE: Not much. Mostly just Erik bitching about Cyra.

Devin looks at Erik.

DEVIN: You're mad too?

ERIK: Yeah. I didn't fuckin' wanna be in the play.

DEVIN: Me neither. And why do I have to play Rocky? I've seen the movie. I know that's the most humiliating character.

CONNOR: I think you should just embrace it. You're the only one here who has the body for it. Well, besides me.

DEVIN: It's not the costume that's the problem, it's the character. I don't even have any lines.

ERIK: I haven't even seen the movie and I already know I don't wanna do it.

ROMAN: Well, you all got what you got so just suck it up. If you didn't want to be in the play then you shouldn't have auditioned.

Erik glares at Roman and then looks around the table.

ERIK: Anyone else find it kind of convenient that this entire cast happens to be friends with Cyra?

Roman frowns but doesn't say anything. Cyra looks a little panicked, but she tries to hide it.

CYRA: Erik, why can't you just be happy that we all get to work together?

CELIA: Yeah! I think it'll be fun.

Erik sighs and folds his arms.

ERIK: You always have to have everything your way, don't you, Cyra?

Cyra frowns and slams her fists on the table.

CYRA: This is such a stupid thing to pick a fight with me over!

Ace places his hand on Cyra's wrist.

ACE: Relax.

Cyra immediately drops her feisty demeanor.

ERIK: I'm just tired of being dragged into your weird schemes.

Cyra looks upset but doesn't try to argue, afraid of Ace.

BELLA: Okay. Someone needs to change the subject.

Everyone is silent for a long moment, waiting for someone else to say something. Eventually, Vir speaks up.

VIR: So, Ace, tell us what's going on with you and Cyra.

Roman snickers and Ace smiles at Cyra.

ACE: Is there something going on with us?

Cyra just smiles and shrugs.

VIR: Are you dating?

Ace smiles politely at Vir.

ACE: I have a boyfriend.

VIR: And Cyra's been single for about three months now. That's weird.

PRINCE: That is weird.

JAYCE: Yeah...

Ace looks at Cyra again.

ACE: Your friends are nosey.

CYRA: We're not dating.

Prince points at Cyra.

PRINCE: What's that on your neck then?

Celia and Vir giggle. Ace smiles and sticks his index finger under Cyra's collar.

ACE: Oh, this?

Ace yanks Cyra closer to him. He pretends to examine the collar. Cyra looks like she's about to burst from excitement.

Devin stares thoughtfully at them.

BEGIN FLASHBACK

We cut to a shot from Devin's perspective. Ace and Cyra are kneeling on the floor in front of him. Ace has his fingers under Cyra's collar. He roughly pulls her closer to him and whispers something to her that we can't hear.

Ace then pushes Cyra back a bit and raises an eyebrow at her. She nods obediently. Ace seems pleased with her response and looks up at the camera.

END FLASHBACK

ACE: Hm... Never seen it before.

Ace pulls his finger out from under the collar and Cyra sits up straight again. Devin looks down at the table, thinking hard about something.

VIR: So if you're not Cyra's date then why are you here?

Ace puts a hand on Roman's shoulder.

ACE: Roman asked me to come, not Cyra. If Cyra asked, I wouldn't be here.

Cyra and Roman both laugh. Ace mindlessly fixes the arm of Roman's jacket sleeve.

ROMAN: Ace and I go way back. He knew me when I was in my old band.

ERIK: You were in a band?

ROMAN: Mhm. I didn't get all these tattoos just for fun. Thought we were gonna make it big.

CYRA: Oh! You, me, and Rhett should all get a bunch of tattoos! Then we'll look like a real band.

ACE: No.

CYRA: What?

ERIK: We are a real band. We don't need tattoos to prove that.

Misty claps and starts signing something. Everyone at the table watches despite not knowing what she's saying.

Erik looks at Cyra.

ERIK: What did she say?

CYRA: She said you're right and that anyone can get tattoos.

Erik smiles at Misty and puts his arm around her.

ERIK: See? She gets it.

CONNOR: Devin has a lot of tattoos.

ACE: He sure does!

Devin raises an eyebrow at Ace but doesn't say anything. Ace puts his elbow on the table and leans forward.

ACE: I love guys with tattoos.

Devin nods.

DEVIN: Cool.

CONNOR: I also like guys with tattoos. When did you get yours, Devin?

DEVIN: I started getting them done as soon as I was old enough. Then I just got more over the years whenever I had money.

Devin nods at Ace.

DEVIN: What about you?

ACE: I got my first tattoo when I was 14. Then I just kept going until I was completely covered. I'm still getting a lot of my old ones covered.

DEVIN: 14? That's young.

CELIA: How old are you?

ACE: 32. And you, love?

CELIA: I turned 18 in October.

Ace frowns.

ACE: ...when in October?

CELIA: Uh... oops...

Cyra's jaw drops and she grabs Ace's hand, laughing.

CYRA: I didn't even realize!

Ace smiles and shakes his head.

ACE: Oh boy...

DEVIN: What?

CYRA: Nothing. Jayce is still 17! He's the baby of the group.

Connor looks at Jayce.

CONNOR: You're 17?

JAYCE: Uh... My birthday's in January. I'm basically 18.

Roman laughs. Prince puts their arm around Jayce.

PRINCE: Still a baby!

CYRA: Baby man!

DEVIN: Wait, who's the oldest here?

CYRA: Roman's old as fuck, so probably him.

Ace snickers.

ROMAN: I'm 35. But I'm your teacher, so I don't count.

ACE: Then that would make me the oldest.

Devin points at Erik.

DEVIN: How old are you?

ERIK: 23.

Devin points at Rhett.

DEVIN: And you?

RHETT: 21.

DEVIN: And then everyone else is 18?

VIR: I'm 19.

CONNOR: I'm 20.

DEVIN: Huh.

ACE: You're all so young.

ROMAN: This might as well be a high school play.

Ace laughs.

ROMAN: So, other than Erik and Devin, are the rest of you happy with the roles you got?

PRINCE: Yup! I get to do a weird voice and walk around like a goblin.

CONNOR: Hell yeah! I get to murder Rhett and touch Devin a lot.

VIR: I get to dance on a table!

RHETT: I like my role. I literally sing one song and then die.

CYRA: And we get to make out! Oh! I get to make out with Celia too!

Celia giggles bashfully.

CYRA: What about you, Jayce? You get to be the male lead.

JAYCE: Oh, uh, yeah. That'll be fun...

Roman raises an eyebrow at Jayce and then looks at Bella.

ROMAN: Bella?

BELLA: Hm?

ROMAN: Are you happy with playing Janet? You've been really quiet so far.

BELLA: Oh, um...

Bella glances at Jayce.

BELLA: Yeah, I... wanted to be Janet.

DEVIN: Wait, you're playing Janet?

Bella smiles at Devin.

BELLA: Mhm!

DEVIN: Okay...

CONNOR: Rocky's not such a bad role now, huh?

Everyone laughs, except for Jayce.

CYRA: Oh! This is just like the dinner scene in the movie! Erik, start singing Eddie!

Erik rolls his eyes and Connor laughs.

RHETT: Wait. I'm supposed to be dead under the table.

Rhett pretends like he's going to duck underneath the table. Everyone laughs.

Scene 4: Good To You

(Scene title by Marianas Trench)

INT. Band practice room - Afternoon

Jayce is sitting on the couch, tuning his guitar. He's alone in the room until Cyra opens the door and walks in.

CYRA: Hey, kiddo.

JAYCE: Hey.

Cyra looks around.

CYRA: Where's–

JAYCE: Enzo and Celia went to get food. They'll be back soon.

CYRA: Oh, okay. Sorry I'm late.

JAYCE: No worries.

There is an awkward air in the room. It's making Cyra uncomfortable. She sighs and sets her bag down on the floor.

CYRA: Are you okay?

Jayce stops tuning the guitar and looks up at Cyra.

JAYCE: Did you really convince the directors to cast all of us?

CYRA: I made a few suggestions to Roman. I guess he agreed with me on most of them. I didn't tell him to cast Bella as Janet though. I didn't even know she was auditioning.

JAYCE: Yeah, I had a feeling that wasn't your doing.

CYRA: You know I wouldn't try to make things even more awkward for you two.

Jayce stares down at the floor with a thoughtful expression.

JAYCE: I bombed my audition.

CYRA: What?

Jayce looks at Cyra again.

JAYCE: I forgot some of my lines and the directors didn't seem to like my acting. So I was shocked when I got the part. But now it makes sense. You convinced Roman to cast me anyway, right?

Cyra smiles.

CYRA: Don't say I never did anything for you, kiddo.

Jayce laughs and Cyra ruffles his hair.

The door opens and Celia and Enzo walk in together.

ENZO (jokingly): Leave Jayce's hair alone!

CYRA: Impossible! And I'll mess up Celia's too!

Cyra runs towards Celia, but Celia runs away.

CELIA: No!

CYRA: Give me your hair!

Celia laughs as she runs.

CELIA: Fuck off!

[thetimelordbatgirl]

What infuriates you the most about Escape novel? From the plot to the characters (both book and movie characters)?

....What doesn't really?

As much as I found problems with Rise Of The Isle Of The Lost, it at least had the sea three in it and thankfully, they were a large part of the book, so you could just enjoy them at least. But Escape??? I don't even know how this connects to the prior three books, let alone the films. The only things the book can say its connected to in the films is setting up VK Day and introducing Celia as a character.

But outside of those two things??? Its actually one of the worst books I've read and I was so thankful to be done with it when I was. Like, let's get the obvious one out of the way: the Mal worship is so strong in this book, it may actually outdo the films Mal worship. I don't know how but it did. The whole kingdom suddenly wants to meet Mal and celebrate her as their future queen to the point Corona will just, light up lanterns in her honor and China will make some dragon thing in her honor and I just...the Mal worship is strangling everyone I swear, and even on the Isle, Mal expects for everyone to listen to her only to get a dose of reality that's called not everyone cares for her existence, and near the end of the book, Doug comes up with the poster idea and....yeah, no joke, all Evie can name is making the posters make Mal to be some hero and suggest to everyone they too can be like Mal. And hey, since we on her: Mal's writing in this book is just literally stealing traits from Ben, Uma, Evie and Carlos and no one can make me change my mind. Like, this book actually goes out of its way to have Ben, the guy who fought to get the VK program started, now want to restrict the amount of kids they bring over while Mal is the one naming big numbers until they settle on four....just so Mal can be the hero who looks good here, especially when they act like Mal's in charge of the VK program and not you know, EVIE AND BEN. I just, you got a fucking terrible character if you have to make other characters now suddenly look bad just so the character can look better in comparison, just saying.

And then you cut to how they did Mal and Uma in comparison where the book now makes Uma into this bitchy person who seeks to basically kill Mal at this rate who isn't even interested in going to reunite with Harry, Gil and their crew but instead, works with Hades (we'll get to him) until the end where plan fails and Uma's locked out of the Isle and plots to get revenge on Mal and I just...we know that didn't happen in D3 but like, this book really didn't like Uma, especially when giving Uma's care about the Isle kids to Mal to make her look better in comparison. I know I addressed Ben's bad writing already but I cannot stress how shit it is they took such a hopeful character who was the one to see the wtfness of leaving kids on the Isle....and make him just want to restrict the amount of kids coming over, just so Mal can look good. And then we go to what I call....the privilaged four. Aka this is a problem in writing with Mal, Evie, Carlos and Jay as...they return to the Isle to try and recruit kids and for some reason, act surprised kids are scared to apply. GEEZ, almost like they stuck on an isle full of villains who abuse their kids and make it clear if their kids leave, they are traitors. But the four don't realize this and even....and I'm not joking here: say Celia has to basically prove her merit/earn the right to leave the Isle of Abuse, as the four don't intend to keep their end of the deal with Facilier. Like, love how Evie says to Facilier a pro for Facilier is knowing the kids are being cared for and its just, yeah, except his child who you four are bitchy to and speaking of four, ONLY FOUR KIDS WILL BE TAKEN OFF (we'll get to this I swear). And then just to continue the four being incapable of being self-aware, they actually act surprised their old hang out got trashed by the pirates and then proceed to eat nice and cooked food from Auradon on an Isle where everyone else below them has to hope their food isn't going to make them sick later. And instead of maybe offering Celia some of this food when she sees it cause lord knows they brought way too much for a couple of days, they just give her a doughnut. Like...wow, how nice...a fucking doughnut while they got a meal in front of them.

And lets continue this with now...the way the kids are to be taken off the Isle. We are finally here and I might be related to Ares at this point with my anger, cause WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS BULLSHIT. Lets be real: Ben started with four kids cause it was a test run of the VK program. And not just a random test run, it was four kids of four of the worst villains. If they could turn good, then its clear the program will work. But....instead of changing the number...we still with four kids, just...wonderful. No change, but surely the process will be more fairer- oh wait, it's not. No, instead, the privliaged four who left the Isle with a plan to steal the wand, now expect all the villain kids to be perfect little villain kids for Auradon, acting surprised they not interested in Auradon at all and the only one who has applied is Dizzy. You know, the girl who was INVITED back at the end of D2. How nice of them to have left her waiting on the Isle this whole time only to tell her she has to apply, but she's still guaranteed a spot over everyone else basically. Already off to a GREAT start with a fixed spot already. And the other VK they COULD get to come to Auradon, Celia, they just bitches to. Basically saying she has to earn her merit/the right to leave the Isle and when she tries to warn them about Uma, they don't listen and its just...yeah I see why Celia was more Uma's side in D3. And speaking of that merit thing: yeah uh, what the fuck is that??? You have to EARN the right to leave the Isle of Abuse basically....via proving your merit??? What??? THESE ARE CHILDREN. Ben took the core four off at the start of D1 because look, they would not willingly leave on their own if you asked them if they wanted to apply. But now they messing up the process via putting ALLLL responsibility onto the kids to apply to leave and therefore, if they don't apply, well, sorry kids, you don't get to come to Auradon. And even if you apply, you still have to prove your merit, aka Auradon gets to pick which kids are more appealing I guess. Seems a little shitty to do that, really. But the privilaged four see nothing wrong with this and preach it, telling kids they have to be appealing VKs for Auradon to pick and its their job to apply or enjoy being stuck on the Isle. If you wanted a more good example of the core four being out of touch with their Isle roots, Escape is the biggest one.

And when graduating....Carlos for some reason, thinks it'll be great to air the graduation to the Isle. Yeah, Carlos, great idea to show off your privilage that only FOUR kids will get to enjoy. Great idea! Oh and yeah, they graduated. Meaning they 18...meaning Ben and Mal married right out of high school. Great message for the kids, Disney.

And now...we come to my favorite bitch to rant about: Hades. Just, we know my opinion on him in the films: going for the worlds record for shit father. But what about book???? He's honestly still the same here. Seems perfectly fine partaking in Uma's plan against Mal at first but when....for some reason, a memory erasing spell happens (we'll get to that), Hades seals Uma out and I think its the book being like Hades is better then Mal and I just...that is such bullshit writing. Oh and for some reason, the book decided to include Under The Sea song moment, hinting at Marry and shit. Marry is not canon, stop trying that books, and don't bring this shit-show music thing into this shit show of a book. And yeah uh, for some reason a memory spell ensures no one remembers ANYTHING by the end....its such bullshit, but can they spread that spell to me so I can forget I read this book???

And like, they really don't give Evie, Jay and Carlos much to do here. Jay is debating on colleges, including one in Agrabah that...for some reason, has genie's to give to students, I...that feels wrong with Aladdin's ending. Fairy Godmother has a sister (don't question it) who runs a college and I think Robin Hood's place has a college. Lonnie at least appears in this book, admitting she's debating on taking a gap year before college to do ROAR stuff, so guess we know where she was during D3. Evie does her fashion stuff where we meet Ariana, Audrey's cousin...again, don't question it at this rate with these books, it kills your brain cells less and Carlos...does stuff with Jane, that's it. And if I had editing skills, I would edit Infinity War's snap moment but its all the characters we lost by this point, with Hadie now added to it cause he's not mentioned at all and doesn't appear. Aka more evidence these books being canon is just questionable. Oh and this book acknowledged Celia can do shadow magic as she uses her shadow to seal up the cracks at the end and is shadowless afterwards....that's the only cool detail I could think off with the book.

And finally...we bring this rant to a close. In summary: this book is garbage and should have never been allowed to escape the Isle of the Lost, and I curse my inability to just let some books go unread after reading it, as by the end, the book just made me feel like this:

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ AFTER ALL THESE YEARS ❜

with Johnny ‘Coco’ Cruz.

Request: Hi! I dunno if your request are still open but... Something like.... After all happens with Letty, Coco try to take contact with one of his older daughter. But reader ( his daughter) is already in contact with Mayans cause she is in relationship with Medina ( Stockton Mayans ) or another Mayans 😁🙈. Very very angst ? 😭I'm in mood for cry!

BY ANON

Warnings: none, a little angst.

Word count: about 1.4k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author.

Masterlist.

“Have you ever told them about us?”

Your husband sits on top of his bike, taking one quick look of the back alley of the cafeteria you work in. Having a drag from your cig, you shake your head raising your eyes towards his.

“It's been six years since… I saw Coco for the last time, and after leaving Santo Padre, I just talked with Leti three or four times”

Leaving the smoke escaping from your lips, you put away your gaze.

“I didn't even know he was a Mayan when I met you, Will. I was running away from Celia and all that shit that was consuming me”.

“Yeah, I know”.

Of course he knows. He knows everything about you. He knows that your father abandoned you, that your grandmother forced you to do the streets, that she kept all your money and that she kicked out your ass from your house after leaving you badly hurt. He knows what you had to do to reach Stockton, he knows you were living under a bridge and he knows all the pain you were carrying until he found you.

“My… family suck your life until you have nothing, Will”. Your bottom lip is trembling, and your eyes are being filled with tears, throwing away the cigarette. “They destroy anything good in you. They suffocate you until you can breathe. They… They… tie you like a fucking dog, to make you understand that you don't have any free will over your life. That pain and suffer is all that you can feel”.

Medina raises a hand to softly grab your wrist, pushing you into him as he stands up on his feet. You can't help but break in a loud cry, hiding your face onto his chest. He's the only reason you are still alive, in many ways. You can't lose him. You love him. You need him. You can't imagine a day without waking up hugging you, or hearing his laugh, or catching him looking at you as if you were the most beautiful piece of art. Every night, before falling asleep with his arms surrounding you, you remember the day you got married three years ago. When he saw you walking towards him, wearing a dreamy white dress, floating like an angel to the shrine. And he just laughed between tears, telling his brothers ‘man, she's really gonna marry me’.

“Yo siempre voy a estar a tu lado, mi chiquita”. (I'll always be by your side, my little girl).

His hands get tangled in your hair, caressing it with all the love he feels for you, and more.

“You just… talk with them, okay? I can be with you or wait at home, or whatever. I will do whatever you ask me for. And, if you don't wanna do it I'll send them al carajo”. (To hell).

Cupping your cheek into his hands, Medina leans forward to gently kiss your lips, while you just nod.

“Pero no me llores, mi chiquita. Me rompes el corazón”. (But don't cry, little girl. You're breaking my heart).

“Sorry, flaquito”. You say, feeling his thumbs cleaning your tears.

“Sirri, fliquiti”. He teases you, pressing your body against him, making you chuckle. “I love you, mi trocito de cielo”. (My piece of heaven).

Actually, you don't want to do it. You don't want to see your father, in the case that you can call him like that. But you know that you have to close that door before continuing your life, or it will continue fucking you up until you can't handle it anymore. You knew by Oscar that Coco got surprised when he told him that you were part of his charter, although he didn't tell him that you were married to a Mayan. Your family arrived some hours ago, while you were working like every day, being picked up by Dondo to bring you to their clubhouse. You have taken care of them as they took care of you, being almost like a mother for all of them, so they will stay close to you in case that you need them.

Reaching the place close to the mountains, you can recognize the black car of the mexican, where he's resting with Leti under one of his arms. Your sister looks excited when she watches you coming, making your legs falter as soon as you step out from the bike. Your whole charter is there, including your husband with a serious gesture on his face. The younger Cruz runs to you, colliding her chest with yours as soon as she can hug you. You can't lie. You missed her. You feel happy to see her looking good, looking safe. Fact that makes you feel a little confused too. Coco throws his cig to the ground, walking slow towards you. He's nervous, while your confidence grows inside your heart, under the attentive look of your real family.

“Mam—”.

“I'm not your ‘mami’”. You interrupt him, in a clear defensive posture.

“(Y/N), listen to him, okay? Please”.

“I'm sorre 'bout all the bad things I did to you”. He says loud and clear, not trying to show anyone anything, but making you understand that he's really regretful.

“Guess what, Johnny? I don' give a shit. Tell me why you came”.

“I came fo' you”.

“After how many years fucking me up, ah?” You can't help but push his chest, before losing your control, slapping him as many times as you can and getting furious when he doesn't defend himself. “You destroy my life once! And you're n—Fucking leave me, Will!”

When you can realize, your husband has caught you on air, putting you away from him some meters to try to calm you down.

“Baby, that's not the way… that's not”. He mutters into your ear, while the guys start to disperse themselves to leave you alone. “Look at me… Eh, look at me, mi chiquita… No one's gonna hurt you again, but let him explain what he's doing here, okay?”

“He killed Celia because of me”.

Raising your reddened eyes over the shoulder of your husband, you look at your little sister taking a step closer.

“Coco told me he was my father. He tried to help me, but Celia… Celia hit me badly. He killed her, for all the bad things that she made to us”. Unbelievable. You can't accept that that bitch is really dead. “We… We are living together and… I'm goin' to school! I have a lot of friends and… sometimes I help Mayans in the scrapping”.

“You are… out of the streets?” You ask confused, barely breathing, leaving Medina to walk towards her. She just nods.

“I get that… You have a life here. You have a family that loves you like I never did, but… I want to… have this too with you. You don't have to come back to Santo Padre, and I don't care to drive fo' almost nine hours to see you. But, lemme' do it”.

Turning to your husband, you bite your bottom lip concerned, not knowing what to say. Scared of the possibility of the history repeating itself again. Pulling behind your ears your hair, you cross both arms over your chest with your gaze away from your father and your sister.

“I need to th—”.

“Are you married?” Leti walks at you to hold your hand.

You just nod drawing a fleeting smile.

“To who?”

“Me”. Will answers then. “Three years ago”.

“Shit! That's amazing”. Your sister yells pretty excited.

“Will found me, and Mayans welcomed me. That's why we're related”. You explain under the curious dark eyes of Coco.

“Why you didn' tell me?” He asks, coming closer.

“'Cause I was trying to run away from every Cruz in this fucking country. I figured out that you were a Mayan too, four years ago, when I saw you in a picture”. Making a brief pause, you place an arm over your sister's shoulders. “I can't promise you to let you be part of my life, but you can try it if you want”.

“I'll do whateva', (Y/N). I'll do whateva' to fix all the shit you have been through”.

“Fine, Coco”. Bowing down your gaze to Leti, you kiss her temple. “Are you hungry? I was about to cook for the guys, and I would like you to stay”.

“Yes”.

“Te extrañé mucho, Leticia”. (I missed you a lot).

“Yo también...” (I did it too). She says hugging you tightly.

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[breanime]

I had a dream that I was watching Mayans MC: The Movie, live. So here's what I remember about my dream (TW: VIOLENCE)

It was a prequel, so everyone was in their teens or younger at the start if the film

Miguel didn't make an appearance (insert disappointed face), I assume because there is no other actor who has that Danny Pino quality

They recast EZ in the middle of the movie because the first EZ was clearly a white dude and I loudly complained (in my dream, they were performing it live for the audience, and we were like slightly above them separated by a chain link fence) so they hired a Latino actor half way through the production

Young!Emily was brunette and then blonde, just like in the show

Coco has a younger brother and sister who he tried to shield from Celia's abusive parenting

Coco was in love with his first baby mama

They were both like 12 or 13 when she got pregnant

(This is where it starts to get that unique Bre Dream Quality, folks...)

Pam from True Blood was at a bar with young Gemma, young Smurf from Animal Kingdom, and the young original Sons members (Jax's dad, Clay, Otto)

Pam warned Gemma that the vampires were on edge because there was a new, unidentified monster out killing folks

Meanwhile, Celia was servicing a customer while Coco was trying to read a children's book to his siblings IN THE SAME ROOM

And Celia kept interrupting Coco to be mean and say things like "oh, so you can only gently pet the fairies? I'm gonna poke one in its fucking stomach!"

And young Coco was like "You have to give it a gentle touch, if you're too fucking rough, its gonna get mad! And then instead of being like 'goo goo ga ga' its gonna snap off and kill everybody! So shut the fuck up, Mom!"

So then Celia decided to make a deal with the local MC (this was pre-Mayans, so the local MC were more like violent coyotes and muscle for hire than a real MC)

She paid then to kidnap and torture Coco's baby mama

And so Coco and the guys (young Angel agreed to let young EZ come too) all got ran out to the desert where they knew the gang took the girl

And Emily was above in a helicopter (with an offscreen Miguel?) for some reason just being useless as hell

So anyway, the gang had the girl chained up

And apparently, my subconscious decided that all of the main cast would be werewolves at this point

So the gang kept forcing the girl to turn into a wolf and back over and over again, which was rough and painful for her

And then they were like "should we start by breaking one of her four legs? Or cutting off her tail? Or changing her back into a girl and...." (the sexual threat was very obvious here, though it wasn't spoken outloud)

So just at that moment, the young Mayans MC came running up, as wolves, and they started fighting with the gang

But the gang was about to overpower them when...

....the Mayans turned human again and were like "what's that smell? There's something in the air...."

And then this giant creature came out of nowhere and tackled the main gang guy to the ground and just started tearing him apart

I'm talking blood and guts and limbs everywhere

The dude was screaming his head off, his gang was running away in terror

The Mayans stood and watched

The creature had like a rat face, but his body was, first of all, hairless, and it was like a mix between a man's body and a shaved bear's body. Very creepy.

But he was cool.

After he ate the leader, he gave the Mayans a nod and then ran off

And so they unchained the baby mama

And Coco was like "Yeah..... we need to break up."

And young Bish was like "Well do it quick, cause we gotta follow that thing and find out what the hell and who the hell is it."

.........and then I woke up.

[readbythestarlight]

c2e114

Oh my GOD

Matt is Artagan

Travis is Orli (complete with bagpipes that sound like a kazoo and I can’t breathe)

Laura is The Gentleman

Liam is.....?? Astrid?? I would never have guessed

SAM omg. Kiri!!

ASHELY IS HENRY CRABGRASS

Taliesin is Zenoth okay lovely hair

Marisha is... Lady Celia aksjaksjska with her CENSORED hand

[[MORE]]

Sam stop

Latex Dork huh

I don’t even want to know xD

Yes! That’s so cool I’m so proud of them for starting yet another branch of the company

lol Cad "I don’t have time for that" Cad

THE BOY IS ACE

THE BOY IS ARO-ACE?

Love it

lol Yasha

I’m only like vaguely following this tonight and I feel like I’m probably missing something important

I like this guy and his cool battle wheelchair

Inside huh

Looting okay so

Oh

He can see her?

Oh fuck

It IS Lucian

I mean I knew but

"Follow her"??

"I see many things with nine eyes"

Where is he?? And who is he following??

"Once more I have what she took from

me" WHO??

WHAT IS HAPPENIIIIIING

Oh wait

THE book

What if Lucian is an old old consecuted soul who has gone mad

lmao poor Taliesin

Alpha and alpha—two A’s? Beginning and beginning?

And what/where is home? The crazy flying nightmare city??

Jester’s frustration about the book akaksjsks

Also I just realized if Lucian stole that from Ves then that means he’s THERE

NOW

WHERE THEY ARE

AND THEY JUST WENT TO BED

Watching Beau and Yasha interact is almost painful at this point

Oh we’re having the deep discussion now okay

That’s good

OH MY GOD

A POEM

OH GOD

OH

GUYS

ITS HAPPENING

ITS HAPPENING

"You wrote me a poem"

"Yeah"

THE ROMANCE

goddddd

"nooneseverwrittenmeapoembefore"

"Well... they should’ve."

Y’ALL

Ves isn’t downstairs because she’s busy freaking about her book being stolen

Seeee this is why y’all shouldn’t have gone to bed

Yaaaas Fjord intimidate them

YAAAAS

See if y’all had just bothered to use your collective 3 brain cells last night smh

I TOLD YOU HE WAS THERE

YOU DUMBASSES

god

Oh my god

He totally BLOOD HUNTED HER

Holy SHIT

oh my god this turned dark REAL fast

I kid you not every dog in my neighborhood just started howling irl

Guys just tell them the truth like

Nobody’s gonna assume you killed her rn and hiding it will only make it worse

Wait

She had them always??

SHES PART OF THEM??

Why are y’all trying to HIDE this??

Morons

They’re not using any of the brain cells rn

Okay okay

“They are my connection. They are my right to be... nonagon.”

Spooky af

“Something found. Something wasted on those who discovered it. Something I was so close to unlocking.” Don’t like THAT.

Doesn’t know what the phrase means.

Pieces of where the city is scattered, fuck.

Yes do tell us wtf a nonagon is

“Nonagon is a vessel. It is a key to Cognouza. It is the one to free the Somnoven.”

WHAT the fuck does that mean??

YES Taliesin GOOD question

“I’m the one who did it” FUCK

HOLY SHIT

What are the odds that four of them have a history with strange women (Caleb, Veth, Beau, Molly) and Veth and Beau were the same but the other two are obviously different

Like what are the odds of that similarity between all their backstories??

Anyway I’m still not sure why they’re hiding the body and hiding the fact that she was just murdered

Anyway I did NOT see that coming, I knew he was in her room but I didn’t think she’d be dead and I didn’t think she’d also be nonagon so

Wild

[thecrenellations]

Return of the Thief Notes, Part One: The Book of Pheris, Volume I

Notes from my first read, October 2020. (Part Two | Part Three | TaT)

Contents:  "So, so, so” watch, Costis watch, swearing, trashing the king’s attendants, being objectively wrong, boundless enthusiasm and love 

I promise I’ve had more developed thoughts since these often incoherent ones, but I’ve enjoyed having these notes to refer to - for sentimental reasons and for  entertainment, so here they are, for others who enjoy liveblogs and/or being whisked back in time to their first read of this wonderful book.

Format: Page number. My thoughts (Context?)

Dedication, Table of Contents, Exordium:

There it is – to Sounis

Exordium – vocab #1

Interregnum?!? Alyta?

Pheris!!!

Yeah I love him from the first page

MOIRA

MOCKING COMMENTS HELP! Gen lives!

A new level of unreliable narrator

Moira, messages of Gods, Pheris, messages of __

Wtf is going on in this study? A zoo?

high king vs great king vs annux?

okie dokie dude

Chapter 1

1. Susa – Costis

2. Infirmity – who gets to be hero/tell story (I started reading right after the book launch, in which mwt spent some time talking about her writing influences and decisions connect to this question - Pheris isn’t her first disabled protagonist and storyteller, of course, but it was lovely to meet him properly directly after hearing her talk about it. Book launch foreshadowing part 1...)

Melisande?

Is this why he wasn’t taught to read?

3. Always the summer

Bees!

4. Hunting cat… hm…

Ok … shrine … 😬

5. Once again we start with a disaster or having to flee

Which Eugenides precipitated

Bite!

Little monster :(

6. Falling…

:(

7. :( :( :(

His purpose? D:

8. YIKES

Chapter 2

9. Hello there! (Gen!)

Massive chair?

10. CRACKED WATER JUG (amphora motif???)

11. Triangle from seal!

Gen that’s rude to Pheris :( (“He will fit in very well with my attendants”)

Wait. This must have happened before ACoK! (nope)

12. :(

Xikander … never made an impression before

How old is Pheris? (lol)

13. Philologos come thru!

Royal closet reappears!

14. Hello weird secondhand scene!

He is Eugenides

Marina…

15. Petrus? GALEN? OH SHIT! 

Is this why Galen was called? (nope)

16. Hell yea Petrus

Miras’ golden balls oh no

All these previously unnamed sucky attendants!

17. Ula – goddess of hearth and healing

Ok … Galen … or a god? Eugenides????? (why did these options occur to me before Mr. Shows Up At Your Bedside At Night himself)

18. Finally the attendant floor plans I crave + hunting scenes!

19. EXCUSE ME he slept through Sounis + Eddis wedding!!!

Again – high king!

20. So Ion is beautiful … hmm.

Yeah … Sejanus has facets. I like it.

21. Clearly no one would know what king would do … lol

Don’t mind me just sorting the attendants on a spectrum of awfulness!!!

22. SO SO SO – ION!!!!!

How many fucking attendants are there and how many are on my hit list!

Is “the necessaries” bathrooms or like … him stealing? (just the bathrooms ... the Gen-Pheris parallels were really getting to me at this point)

:(

23. OH MY GOD THE UNIFIED CREST

Also … frogs. Frogs.

24. Big day for Gen huh

Definitely an aura of Something as he writes about Gen

25. HELLO EVERYONE

26. Sorry Kamet, Pheris does the physical descriptions better. They’re beautiful

I’m blacking out at Eddis and Sounis

27. Jesus Christ. The bear.

Cousin time!

Under the table is the new up on the roof!

Uh… twin imagery ….

Gen’s feet!

Jesus. The matching

28. Cleon … wtf? A cousin?

A trial for Sophos?

Show! Us! Sophos’s! Shoes!

29. If u throw things out the air shaft you might hit the king

Was it a chicken?

Lol nvm the guy at night is Gen. That is … very sweet

- Showing up at night

- Accent

- Complaining about Petrus

- Swearing

- One hand

I am judging Costis and Sophos for not describing the paneling in Gen’s room!

Chapter 3

30. Was it a chicken?

An earring huh, good hand huh

31. Literally screaming “NO!” at Gen. Don’t joke about dying! I am killed by Gen on annux day. This is. My boy. Yes he is perfect. Yes he will refuse to get up. I love him. I died on page 31

Philologos is still the best of them

32. Dancing bear indeed

Always the powdered gold

Ruby!!!!! <3

Aww a smile!!! <3

Pheris he likes you!

33. They both love invisibility and lost it … I cry

Erupt like the sacred mountain excuse me!

OR WORSE return to bed! Lol

34. He’s Eugenides when he’s talking to Attolia

Ouch hero talk

! from Irene!

My queen!

Hey Phresine!

They way we do <3 he’s hating it but he’s so comfortable with her

Sister and bro mention! C’mon!

I love them

EYEBROW

35. Honestly that’s a yes (“I have no idea what you mean, my queen”)

It’s so cute they hang out in the morning … like how long was it even since they’ve seen each other lol

:( tough walk for Pheris

Is it prophecy time?

Lol how long does this construction take?!

Also … she’s pregnant, huh? but no one knows (nope)

Is befriending someone weaponized as a prank count for Gen’s enemies to friends list?

Also SHOW ME the magus. I know he’s here!

36. Pheris excuse me, why not recreate this!

Lol cast off language of history indeed

Feel the thrum of the goddess!

EXCUSE ME… a minor goddess? Mystery goddess? Or Philia?

Oh Gen

37. Well, Gen, someone is having a worse day than you.

Damn, how far we come.

Aww Sounis, babe, I love you and so does Gen

[drawing of the four of them sitting in a row]

38. Artadorus???? Pomegranate?

39. HEIRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A friend! Also lol. Two smiles, for Pheris and Heiro..

40. Yesss Melheret joke in action.

Costis has left tho right?

Jesus, Melheret

SHE GAVE HIM A HORSE (I COULD NOT DEAL with this entire conversation, but then again I could not deal with this whole book.)

41. I love them all so much

“on that horse, you will look like a king” I can’t with her sense of humor

He sure did say that

I feel like I’m missing something with the fight on foot thing … remembering battles?

Helen called him Gen!

Sophos stop talking about yourself and bringing apricots into everything lol

Lol these bystanders don’t know how lucky they are. Nor does Pheris, yet

42. She’s protecting him

Also … Gen … you didn’t want to be a soldier.

43. Guards have capes

2 startled men … hm …

Oh Gen. The fucking brutal echoes…

44. :( :( :(

Gen tell your wife you’re sick!

The attendants are so dumb

45. So, so, so :(

Tell who? Petrus?

Wink!

Yes?

46. Bleeding! Salt! Lemon! Heck no! What is he, a piece of meat?

Oranges?

47. “savoring each bite as if it were my last” ... Same … but with this book

Hmm… Alyta! Goddess of the gentle rain! (despite this “hmm,” I did not put the pieces together)

48. Oh no Teleus! And someone?

Aw he realized <3 lemon water

49. Gen eat your broth lol

50. I love them.

Ion’s really trying to make up for what he did that one time

51. Without the approval of the great goddess HAHAHA

I love them. Cousin time! Growl?

Idk whether or not to be reassured, Gen.

Wow Cleon I do not like that. Also didn’t he die? (...)

Comma (“I am not, Eddis”)

Go smack him!

52. Gen I love you.

Helen I love you.

He’s so bad at self care but I love him

Chapter 4

55. love that our narrator just disappears and reappears

56. Attolia’s brother’s bedroom? Yikes. Ominous. A detail in a story we’ve already gotten, different every time <3

57. fucking attendants. 3 good ones. Medander you were beneath Costis’s notice before but I hate you. Costis didn’t have time for you or Xikos or Xikander and nor do I

58. interesting pawn talk!!!

59. <3 Pheris :(

The Gen comparisons though

:( :( :( :(

60. flamboyance <3

Cemphora bush

Bees

61. I love him

62. I love them

Also lol “Your majesty?”

63. Name … hm … (“I have deliberately omitted [my tutor’s] name here”)

64. more twin imagery I swear

WAIT … it was his birthday! Not just Annux day?!! Gen was born in late summer???

Attendant list thank you

65. laying it all out there, huh … (that one Gen quote)

Lol they’re the same but Pheris likes horses

66. Insellia! Hello nice to meet you

67. Gen that’s mean. (“He is hardly even half of one.”)

68. Coleus leves???

“I am Eugenides.” <3

Gen why

69. Gold cups???? Hmmmmm. Also lioness. Def invoking Costis. (they’re probably not the cups, but STILL)

Earth….

70. Moira! Hi!!! Rainbow shawl!

Like a rabbit!

Pester!

I’m … very sad he uses his Attolian accent with Helen

71. Aaah so good

Mortals

Moira knows another messenger?

Does he think he can’t die in battle?

72. hmm are they WRANGLING?! (Galen and Petrus and my Fire and Hemlock word association)

Kill that pastry Irene I love you

morning training with his … guard? (Is that the whole guard or a guard? Costis senses tingling once again.)

73. Oh gen.

Ouch! (“to send people to their deaths and not risk my own is contemptible”)

Is she implying he’s paying Therespides?

74. Interesting Cleon plan. So many doubles

OUCH. (“Only if he comes back from the dead.” I assumed Lader had died in the war; it’s a different ouch now. I love that they both accidentally say things to each other that poke old wounds, and it’s not a big deal but it’s also not dismissed! Their relationship has come so far, and I love them so much.)

75. Verimius – Lavia – Celia??? Somebody is queer in there!

A GUARD

This scene confuses me. Xortix? Layteres? Aris! but dice thing is less political … so maybe? (just wait....)

76. So many reasons to hate Medander

Hey Costis! You exist! KoA happened!

Gen is just … still so uncomfortable and miserable. He chose, he has people, but still.

RIP Clopius also WHAT

77. Lol Hilarion’s grand statements

78. Yorn Fordad Hello!

Luxurious mustache

The mighty Pents?

Besin Quedue – she’s coming 4 you watch out

79. RIP Baron Hippias

Chapter 5

80. Spring! Plays! Cenna!

81. Oh dear

Oh dear

At least they said he was pretty

83. ?!? :( wine

Uh oh. Stockpiling

85. What even.

AAAAAAAAAH COSTIS

86. Omg Irene. Hissing. I love her.

Also … Gen’s the viper

Also this scene was written by Pheris.

Damn.

87. oh no.

What better man

She fucking quoted Howl. I love them.

Also, bees (this scene killed me)

90. Falling?

Oh shit

Also … Juridius and Pheris, Susa and Costis (comparing demands for information)

93. oh my god (IT’S THE WINDOW SCENE)

Oh my god

Uh

94. She! Called! Him! Gen!

I love this and it scares me

Lol Chloe

Irene you learned from her though

95. D:

96. :(

97. water stuff

98. what the heck

OH NO (Quedue scene)

Hm

100. yikes

Omg

Wow.

102. yikes yikes YIKES

103. a blade has protruded from his chest (tbt to The Thief)

jesus

106. shit

Did Gen hit him?

108. lol Phresine

109. lol

I want genuinely every character’s reaction to this shit

Chapter 6

111. what the heck Gen.

112. like a god [crown doodle]

114. Perma?

116. Gen. Gen. Gen. Do not.

117. AAAA (god intervention)

122. Juridius to Dite

124. bye Iolanthe and Ileia! Tell us about Caeta and Silla.

125. did not expect so much Ion

Chapter 7

127. Fryst god of winter

She laughed!

They’re so married

128. OH SHIT (Costis ship is sighted and I remember what’s about to happen next)

Interesting timing

He rode the horse home?

131. Beauty and good, beauty and kind

134. The gods’ goodwill

Keep them safe <3

135. Is that his MOM?!! Wtf (it was!)

Pheris steal those earrings!!!

RING! SMASH BOX!

137. AMPHORA EARRINGS (and flowers)

138. I love Phresine

139. Why do I feel like all the game birds are pigeons

140. meanwhile Gen’s been hanging out with Kamet. Shit. I cannot.

WELCOME HOME BOYS!

HELL YEAH KAMET ATTEND THOSE MEETINGS!

RELIUS COME THRU

141. lethium soup! The reversal

Safe for you

142. of course he knew <3

143. Kamet time! I love him. We get to see Kamet!!!

Also … echo of Gen’s notes on Mede

145. very handsome. … gaycostis vindication (referring to @costis’s url at the time and this post. Little did I know what else was to come in the next chapter and then a few months later with the adaptation news...)

Do you know who I am?

Chapter 8

147. Of course he’s a cartographer

A favorite huh

148. of course she didn’t tell us his age!

149. the angsty window staring I crave

Music!

151. adventure, huh

I do have a soft spot for Melheret

152. concerned about amphora gift

153. Glad they can be well and united in spite!! (Gen and Melheret)

154. Pheris loves math and I love him

155. Hello Teleus. Hello olives

Lol Relius is not into math

156. pigeons. Inkpot!

157. yeah honestly. He tortures people. He was NOT tortured by the king

159. lol (“I have noted the elective nature of certain behaviors” ... I love Relius and Pheris.)

160. The Invitation! I <3 it

161. EXCUSE ME WHO

Legarus!

FOLKS HERE WE ARE (I cannot overstate how wonderful it was to read this page. I did not know who the poem was from, and “Someone loves me very much, even with all my faults” is even sweeter to reread, but it’s just ... his confidence is so different from the tentative consideration of a new philosophy of trust and love we see in KoA. And there is subtextual queerness in the books before this one, some more apparent and some more subtle (and what is obvious to one reader may be subtle or invisible to another, in these books especially), and there is the attendant love triangle a few chapters back, but HERE - here, Pheris acknowledges the real feeling and love in Legarus’s disastrous relationship and tells us directly that his lover was a man, here he seamlessly makes it clear how bi and poly Relius is, and he quietly ties these relationships and realities to his growing understanding of the world. It’s not subtext. And there’s a lot more to come, but this page really hit me, and sort of promised the “more to come” while assuring me that what had come before, more subtly, was there. I used to have heteronormative readings of both these books and myself, and when Thick as Thieves brought them crashing back into my heart after years away, I knew better about myself, and I saw that - or the possibility of that reading -  reflected in the new book, and it was such a good surprise. It meant a lot, and this page meant a lot, and that is why I’m writing a small essay to accompany this note.) 

Lol wow

162. Where are you traveling, man (this question remains)

163. Fuck you, Orutus

164. Stole an inkpot!

165. the map!!! (Kamet’s)

166. I love them!

167. The Math Master hmm

Am I an oracle (Nope! :) )

[hitchell-mope]

(Third film. After “who I am”. Mal Hades and Uma freeze for a moment. The gravity of their bonding moment sinking in. Then they burst out laughing. And they’re only stopped by Harry flying through the closed french windows and crashing into the gazebo)

Ben: sorry. My bad. He encroached on my personal space

Harriet: he walked past you

Ben: he walked past behind me.

Harriet: so the fuck what?

Mal: Ben’s got a fight or flight response when it comes to the gnome.

Gil: it’s what happens when you do what Harry did to him

Cj: which is what exactly?

Ben: kidnapping me, trying to sell Gil to me, attempted to kill me and was accessory to the almost capsizing of the cotillion yacht that me and all my friends were on

Cj: that is barely worth mentioning and in any

Evie: Ok everyone shut up I need to talk to the happy couple

Harry: I think my legs are broked

Evie: no one cares flapjack face. Ben. Mal. Join me at the kitchen island

Mal: you wanna tell her or shall I?

Ben: umm. Me? (Mal gives him the go ahead). Um. Evie. Uh. Heheh. We sort of decided on most of the um important stuff so you don’t have to plan. You just have organise

Evie: and the four things?

Mal: I can create my new dress with magic. I’m going to ask my mom if I can borrow a necklace. I’ve got the class ring Ben gave me. And I can redo the hair streaks my exposure to the ember made for the ceremony. Sorted

Evie (through a forced, fixed smile): so I’m utterly superfluous

Carlos: pretty much yeah.

Jay: c’mon E. this is probably gonna be the first royal wedding in history where the couple have their heads on screwed on right

Evie: mhmm mhmm yeah yes of that is true however HOWEVER there’s the little slight wrinkle of me being all but shut out from the proceedings

Mal: you’re still in the party. After Jane - oh shit Jane! - and Evie’s fainted. Doug, buddy, could you alert me when she wakes up. I gotta go talk with the guest of honour

(She bustles over your Jane who’s just outside and nursing a large glass)

Mal: hey bud

Jane (slightly glazed look in her eye): heya Mally. How’re hic you doin?

Mal: I actually came over to see how you were doing. I got wrapped in my own drama again. I’m sorry

Jane: ah don’t be. I’ve come to expect. Nothings about me. Never. Not even my own birthdays. You know in my four teeth I got ‘tention?

Mal: no

Jane: Chas copied off me in algebra. Ma thought I cheated. Registration thingumy. Him fore I. So I spent that afternoon clapping erasers. So see. Never bout me

Mal: ah. Well this was supposed to be about you. And I’ve shirked you to a corner drinking....

Jane: 🎶colada’🎶

Mal: right. Judging your countenance I’d say not a virgin one. How many have you had?

Jane: one. About eighty, eighty eight times? I think. Might be more

Mal: I see. Wanna stitck by me for the evening?

Jane (pouty): will you show off those sceptre tricks you’ve been working on?

Mal (chuckling): if you want

Hades (from the kitchen): Mal! Evie is awake and demanding your presence

Evie: I refuse to be shut out!

Mal: (long, long sigh) I am so sorry Jane. Let me try and make things better.

(She points her finger at the ground and Hadie materialises in a plume of green smoke. He’s trying a hat on)

Hadie: strange, I could’ve sworn there was a mirror there

Mal: what in dad’s name are you wearing?

Hadie: oh. Doug said I should get changed. Lovely guy by the way. Evie chose well. Dizzy took me upstairs to the changing rooms. And I saw a large picture as I passed her room. He was wearing this precise outfit. So I replicated the look and was just fixing the hat when you summoned me. You like?

Mal (very calm): Jefferson. Please tell me you replicated the look and not replaced it. All three of them will kill me if that posters wearing a bathrobe

Hadie: (beat) ok. NOW it’s replicated

Mal: good. Now could you please do me a favour and keep an eye on Jane? Birthday girl shouldn’t be left alone

Hadie: it’d be my pleasure

Mal: great thanks. I gotta go

Jane: he’s tall. Er then me

(Mal goes back into the house and heads towards Evie)

Mal: what is it now?

Evie: you just can’t keep me out of your wedding planning. I’m the WEDDING PLANNER

Ben: we’re not keeping you out E. We’re just shutting down the ideas we don’t like

Evie: you’re not even supposed to be part of the conversation! You’re the groom you’re only job is to show up sober

Mal: really? Well that scuppers my plans to be blitzed during the ceremony

Evie: oh here we go...

(As they continue arguing Uma heaves a long suffering sigh and goes outside, Lonnie goes over to check up on Gil who’s eyes are scrunched shut with his hands over his ears)

Lonnie: you ok

Gil: I don’t like it when my friends fight

Lonnie: I know. Hey jay. Could you help us out here please?

Jay: sure. Hmmm. Ooh. I know. To get rid of these ants in their pants/I command thee all to get up and dance.

(Some music starts up and everyone freezes)

Jay (taking Gil’s hands away from his ears): at your leisure qayidi 'aw rbany

(This is when “backflip” happens. After the song the spells breaks)

Evie: what happened?

Lonnie: you three were arguing, Gil got upset so Jay broke the argument up and we all danced

Mal: sorry bud

Ben: sorry bro

Evie: yeah sorry

Gil: s’ok

Evie: what were we arguing about?

Mal: beats me

Ben: ditto

Cj: I know

Jay: no ya don’t

Cj: ....uhhhh....OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED TO HARRY!

Ben (much more then dismissively): eh he’ll be fine. Where’s Uma?

Elsa (refreezing the now lukewarm beer): she headed back outside Benjamin

Ben: ohhhh yeah uhhhh heheh you mind?

Mal: nah, go ahead. Do what you gotta do

Ben: thank you

(Outside Uma’s ranting and raving about how Mal “always wins” and how she “always loses” but she stops when Ben approaches her)

Uma: ohhhh What do you want?

Ben: talk?

Uma: oh yeah? What about?

Ben: uh, you?

Uma: why? I could see you lot in there perfectly happy, dancing about, not a care in the damn world, you and your FUCKING FRIVOLITY!!!!

Ben: ohhhh riiiight yeah I understand now, can’t be easy. Worlds in tatters, your entire life perceptions been upended, you think you’ve got on the same page with some of your family then you see your cousins arguing about wedding planning so you don’t think they’re taking things seriously. Completely understandable

Uma:...yeah I’m a little tipsy so you’re gonna have to slow down

Ben: you think you patched things up with Mal then you turn around and she’s not focusing on what you deem necessary

Uma: I’m not gonna “patch things up” until she admits and pays for what she did to me

Ben: what more can she do though? I mean seriously. She apologised, tried to let you kill her and she’s protected celia throughout most of today. Most things are a two way street Uma. And it’s up to you wether you accept her apology or not. No one can but you

Uma: I...don’t...KNOW. I DUNNO! GOD! I can’t stand it! She gets everything! The title, the reverence, the power, immortality! This past year I’ve been in my own personal hell while she’s been over here swanning about and owning the whole fucking place! It’s not fair that she gets all this and I get pruny hands and a barnaclised first mate!

Ben: have you told Mal this?

Uma: what? And be vulnerable towards the cow? I thought you were smart

Ben: (chuckles) m’sorry. Shouldn’t laugh

Uma (scoffing): s’alright. It’s pathetic. I’m pathetic. But I can’t help it. Cause when she’s been here, I’ve been down there. With my oh so delightful mother. And yeah I know it’s stupid. I can’t let it go. I’m not ice bitch. The sea waits and it will have its revenge! I’mramblingaren’tI?

Ben: mhmm. But that’s ok. You deserve it. Honestly every vk on this property has a right to complain and then some.

Uma: im done. You can go

Ben: before I do can I give you my thoughts quick?

Uma: whatever

Ben: I can help you. Believe me. All I want to do is help. But you kidnapped me. You tortured me. You tried to kill me. Why? To stick it to Mal? To make yourself feel better. All you had to do was ask and I would’ve listened to you. I will in fact still listen to you. I want to be friends with you but you need to let this petty vendetta go. It won’t do anyone any good to dwell on the past. I only hope you understand that

Uma: petty? Me? Petty?

Ben: mhmm.

Uma: bitch!

Ben: oh please. Everyone has a fatal flaw. I, apparently, have a tendency to be a smidge naive

Uma (utterly deadpan): really? I never would’ve believed it.

Ben: are you sure you can’t see yourself one day letting what happened go?

Uma: nope

Ben: why not?

Uma: cause it feels right. Evening the score feels right. And frankly I don’t care what you think. It’s simple as that. I don’t care

(This is when “I’ve gotta be me” happens)

[queeruma]

Thoughts on Escape from the Isle of the Lost

under the cut because spoilers

good things 

Celia is Fantastic. reads fortunes, cheeky, realises her own potential and does magic with her shadow. 10/10 would die for

Uma misses her crew, also it’s confirmed that she can create storms and generally affect the weather, and transform into more than one sea creature. in general she seems to be a natural when it comes to magic.

Harry is miserable bc uma’s not there. the crew are still on the ship.

‘But all she felt for this ragged, unruly crowd was deep empathy and affection. Mal wished they could all understand that there were greater things to live for than revenge or violence or pettiness, greed, and graft.’ mal is... suddenly the person most interested in helping the kids on the isle?? i’m not sure how I feel about it but if they’re going to position her as ‘the liberator’ then at least they’re making her act like it

Dr facilier is very fun and also the most decent parent we’ve seen by far

‘Mal would never forget her name, or who freed the Isle of the Lost: UMA.’ okay so at least uma’s still interested in freeing the isle, even if they’re implying it’s only because she knows mal wants to 

MDLC has finally realised that it’s spelt ‘deux’, and not ‘doux’

bad things

idk basically everything else??

i might have said this before on this blog but MDLC is really, really bad at making the core four in any way sympathetic to me. this book is by far the worst from that standpoint.

we don’t get to see a lot of the core four actually being friends. they do stuff together (not even that much bc they’re constantly with their significant others instead), but that Bond between them just isn’t there.

carlos honest to god forgets that there’s nothing nice on the Isle. He brings his spa bathrobe with him. He was expecting a hotel. What on earth?????

jay just... doesn’t really think about the Isle. At All.

evie is still going on about kids ‘deserving’ to go to auradon.

mal has done a complete 180 and now loves doing all the things she hated doing in d2.

they’re all kind of spoiled now. it sucks. 

dizzy is still on the isle. somehow no one is fighting very hard to get her to auradon anymore.

ben is suddenly way more like his parents in terms of his attitude towards the isle. he still wants to unite them eventually, but he and mal literally negotiate how many kids can come to auradon with him arguing for lower numbers and her arguing for higher. as far as I can tell, when Ben and Mal swapped saliva at the end of d2 they also swapped attitudes towards the isle

hades is whiny, annoying and pathetic. and Mal’s dad (at least they’re hinting Very Strongly at it). he doesn’t match the energy we’ve seen from cheyenne jackson in the trailers at all. we don’t hear a single one of the ideas from the meet hades trailer at any point.

the ‘evil plot’ between him and uma is.... just uma. who is only interested in revenge against mal now. no more interest in the isle. nope, we have to bring down the barrier just so uma can defeat mal. 

There’s a royal council. It’s ben, king beast, queen belle, mal, and fairy godmother. they sit and eat scones, served by mrs potts, chip, lumiere and cogsworth. beast is very grumpy because people want to help the villain kids. 

carlos’ name in their group chat is ‘c-dog’

‘Ben had sympathy for the kids on the Isle, but he wasn’t sure he really wanted his friends to go back there. Wasn’t it too dangerous?’ WHAT DO YOU THINK IT IS FOR THE KIDS WHO ARE STUCK THERE, BEN

“Dangerous? Not to us,” scoffed Jay. “We know every trick in the book.” Jay. Baby. Last time you went back, you lost Ben in about 30 seconds despite two of you standing with him the entire time. The time before that, Maddy literally came this close to drowning Mal.

‘For a brief moment, back at the Auradon Cotillion, she had been a princess; she had stood on the deck of a magnificent ship, and Ben was hers. He had looked in her eyes with love—sure, he had been spelled, but who really cared? Except in the end, that’s all it was—a brief moment.’ SINCE WHEN IS THIS SOMETHING UMA WANTED. MELISSA TURN ON LOCATION I JUST WANT TO TALK

“Do we really need to discuss this right now?” King Beast yawned. GUILLOTINE. GUILLOTINE! SORRY BEN YOU’RE JUST GONNA HAVE TO BE LIKE THE REST OF THE CHARACTERS AND ONLY HAVE ONE PARENT.

“We hear from our people that Uma has been seen underwater. She’s out there, free to wreak havoc and do whatever she wants.” okay but has she though. or is she not bothering you at all. guys.

“It’s just, her mother… her mother almost destroyed my family.” yes. and then her mother was killed. and then YOUR FAMILY TOOK PART IN BRINGING HER BACK FROM THE DEAD AND IMPRISONING UMA FOR LIFE FOR HER MOTHER’S CRIMES

mal is aware that her mother is out there somewhere as a lizard.... and she does not give a damn.

apparently it has not occurred to any of the core four that maybe children shouldn’t have to apply to be able to have decent food. maybe try telling ben to stop sending them trash?? and start sending them stuff that’s edible instead of trying to convince them to come to auradon so they can eat

okay, so facilier’s like a semi-decent headmaster, even if it is of a school of evil. does he like.... get paid?? because he’s working with auradon here. i hate to bring this up disney but keeping someone in prison and forcing them to work for free is uhhhhhh. slavery.

‘if Celia deserved to get in to Auradon Prep, she would. But it would be on her own merit, not because the VKs swayed the committee.’ WHAT FUCKING MERIT EVIE. SHES LIKE 12. SHE DOESNT NEED TO EARN THE RIGHT NOT TO BE IN PRISON. YOU DIDNT FUCKING WELL HAVE TO.

gaston is a coach. this isn’t a massive problem but I feel like it kind of undermines jay’s relationship with his coach in d1?? also since when does gaston know literally anything about teamwork.

the Marry Hint 

cj is back on the isle???

MDLC wrote out the whole of the under the sea mess and i understand it even less than before. was the entire thing a hallucination from hades??? why even put harry, gil and dizzy in there??? was uma using her necklace in some way? how much of it was hallucination?? did any of it happen??

doc brought up the goblins back in the first book. this is the fourth book. nothing has changed for them, except for the things that have got worse

................. mal’s friends seem to have forgotten that she can’t swim. apparently they’re not afraid of her drowning, despite her being stuck underwater. 

mal can swim underwater as a dragon apparently??? yes, she’s definitely designed for rapid underwater movement

“A haircut? At this time of night?” asked Carlos. “I’ll never understand women.” first the friendzone comment in d2, now this??? why are they so determined to make carlos a Certified Heterosexual Bro™

they get the isle kids to watch them graduate. somehow this is written like it’s a good thing.

everyone forgets what happened on the isle. I can only assume this is MDLC’s way around the fact that it won’t be mentioned or thought of at any point during the movie

[anachronistic-falsehood]

OKAY so I finally got around to watching Descendants 3, I’m watching it right now and I have some stuff to say

opening music number? fuckin bitchin, we STAN whoever writes these villain songs. I do like the ones from the first two movies better, but it does show more of how the Isle of the Lost has changed since the first four went to Auradon (idk if that’s how it’s spelled don’t judge me)

SMEE HAS TWINS

I’ve only known facilier’s daughter for three and a half minutes but if anything happened to her i would kill everyone in this room and then myself

aight, so Hades is definitely going to play a big part in this movie, whether he’s a villain or a bad guy gone good. He’s gonna be important, and it’s a little random because he wasn’t even mentioned for the last two movies

THE P R O P O S A L. I’M CRYING Y’ALL. I LOVE THEM

Seeing Cameron being a goofball as Carlos makes me want to cry. I love him and I wish more than anything that he was still here.

anyway, sad stuff aside, Audrey is obviously going to be some sort of villain just based on her whole rant about the proposal. not the best choice for a villain, considering she wasn’t that memorable from the first movie and her motive is a little cliche, but whatever

ooooOOOOOHHHH SHE’S GOT A VILLAIN SONG

OH NO SHE’S HOT!! AUDREY KILL ME PLEASE!!!

Mal wanting to close the barrier for good is a little out of character in my opinion

Audrey showing up when she did is also a little random, not sure why that was necessary. She just turned Mal into an old lady and left???? 

The pacing of the whole movie is a little weird so far, but every movie seems like that to me at first and it seems better the second time I watch it so it could totally just be me

AUDREY SINGING HAPPY BIRTHDAY. OH GOD IM IN LOVE HER VOICE IS BEAUTIFUL

I CHANGED MY MIND I LOVE AUDREY AS A VILLAIN

and now Mal is back to normal?? what was the point of audrey cursing her in the first place?

the actor for Dr. Facilier could NOT be better!!! I love him, and I LOVE that he has an arcade kinda thing going on in the Isle. just,,,,, UGH he is incredible

OHHHHH IT’S THE PIRATE BOYS

k so we visiting Hades now and idk why theyre on this minecart/bike sorta thing? they could literally walk faster than that but you know what the sequence was cool so imma let it slide

HE SLEEPS TO FUCKING DOG SOUNDS I LOVE HADES

he’s wearing shades while he sleeps the absolute madlad

oh god he’s hotter up close

hOLD ON DID SHE JUST SAY D A D

WHAT THE FUCK HADES IS HER DAD

that sassy scarf flip?? im lov he

OHHHHHHH HE’S SINGING NOW

god this kind of song totally fits his aesthetic. All the songs are absolutely incredible so far and so is the choreography, just like the other two movies

THE TAMBOURINE. WHAT A FUCKIN DRAMA QUEEN, I LOVE HADES

he radiates chaotic bi energy i love this man

i LOVE audrey!! her motives may be cliche, sure, but she is incredible

PIRATE BOYS GOT OUT AND OH NO UMA’S PRETTY

uma and mal have such a good dynamic 

“i can feel you lurking...” “good” could harry and jay get any gayer

ANOTHER SONG FUCK YEAH

I love Evie playing mediator between Mal and Uma, and the two of them working together in this fight scene??? NICE

Have I mentioned how much I love the choreography?

Evie making them do team bonding sksksksksksksk

is gil flirting with jay

jAY’S FLIRTING BACK

is gil asking him out???

i want harry to stab me with his hook

i would literally die for celia, she’s such a precious kid

okay so Mal wanting to close the barrier is more relevant now that Celia thinks they’re letting all the kids out of the Isle, I take back what I said earlier

OH EVIE’S SINGING, WHAT A DRAMA QUEEN I LOVE HER

god they are so cute together im crying

OHHHHH BEN’S A BEAST!!!!

im literally going to cry i love carlos and cameron

does ben just??? have a beard now??? is that permanent?? god i hope so it’s rly cute

I LOVE HARRY, HOLY FUCK, PLEASE DATE ME

harry radiates disaster bi energy and he’s sTILL FLIRTING WITH JAY, HE LITERALLY JUST CALLED HIM GORGEOUS I’M-

if they don’t end up together at the end i’m gonna RIOT

mal and uma?? working together??? i love them

BEN’S GOT LIDDLE FANGS HE’S SO CUTE

can i just take a moment to comment on harry’s eyeliner??? ugh he’s hot

i would die for chad

hey uhhhh have i mentioned how pretty jane is??? i love her so much

“mal promised to let all the kids off the isle” ohhhhh DRAMA

oH NO UMA IS SAD

SO IS HARRY

CELIA’S GONNA CRY NO

ok this is a good fucking scene, evie’s gonna cry and mal- oH GOD OH FUCK THEY’RE ALL STATUES

ohhhhhh a SONG

showing clips from all the movies show her character development is just,,,, UGH i LOVE it! it’s such a powerful moment for her and i love how she’s changed through the series

OH FIGHT SCENE

AUDREY’S GOT CELIA FUCK

UMA’S HELPING I’M IN LOVE

audrey does such a good evil laugh why was she not a villain sooner

audrey’s been defeated but there are still twenty minutes left??? what’s happening is audrey dead or sumn

i’m sorry but WHERE THE FUCK IS BEN’S BEARD. GIVE IT BACK TO HIM PLEASE IT’S CUTE

ngl i would be ok if uma and harry ended up together theyre kinda cute

again,,,,, i would die for celia

IT’S THE CHAOTIC BI HIMSELF

FUCKIN HADES BABEY!!!!!

“When you guys try to destroy the world, it’s an error in judgement. But when it’s one of us? Lock ‘em up, throw away the key. Right, Beast?” i,,,, love this man. seriously could hades possibly have been more perfect

hades growling at the beast is,,,, ngl kinda hot

god i love audrey, she was such a good villain, and her apology??? nice

THAT WAS SUCH A GOOD FATHER/DAUGHTER MOMENT, I LOVE HADES AND MAL AND OH NO SHE’S CRYING FUCK

“speech, oh fancy one!” i love jay so much

mal’s speech??? im crying, look at how much she’s grown

THEY’RE OPENING THE BARRIER!!!!

UMA’S HAPPY LIL TWIRL???? SHE’S BABEY!!!

it’s a bop!! fuck yeah!!!

the choreography of the last dance number is just?? phenomenal??? 

ok harry and audrey are gonna be a cute couple but can i just say right now that gil and jay are canonically together in my opinion and you can’t change my mind

that last shot of the four of them running across the bridge??? poetic cinema

IS CHINA ANNE MCCLAIN SINGING DIG A LITTLE DEEPER???? HOLY FUCK

this movie was such a good ending to the series, i loved how every character developed, the music and choreography was incredible, 11/10 would watch again

[thetimelordbatgirl]

What's the WORST Descendants novel you read and why?

Escape From The Isle Of The Lost. No contest. At least with Rise, I could enjoy the Sea Three and honestly, they took up a good chunk of the book, so it was pretty okay....only problems I had was uh, Mal's writing and uh, FGs writing....and the way Mal won and the ending with Mal and co. That's it.

But Escape? Pure. Torture. Would not recommend this to even my worst enemy. The core four are ruined in their writing and made into privileged fucks who LITERALLY during the book even, eat nice food brought from Auradon....while staying in their Isle apartment...I....what??? The self-awareness??? Where??? Especially when Celia comes in and see's the food and they just give her a doughnut??? And just, the fact that they keep preaching about Auradon Prep and they shove the decision to apply to Auradon Prep ONTO the kids when they KNOW the villains will be scaring their kids into not applying, but no, its down to the kids to choose to apply to leave an abusive Isle so if no one leaves, its their fault they didn't apply. And like, again, they only seem to be targeting 13-18 for Auradon prep, but not like, above 18 who either could go to college still or choose to make their own life's or below 13's because again, can't go to Auradon Prep. Like, they straight up isolate some of the VKs cause of this.

And I just, the fucking judgeiness of the core four. Especially with Celia??? Like, she barley does ANYTHING around them and they act like bitches to her and its just, fuck off. I hated their writing in this book. They basically became privileged fucks with zero understanding of the Isle and putting all responsibility to want to leave an abusive Isle onto the kids themselves and even saying the kids have to earn the right to leave basically. Like, what the actual fuck? Oh and don't get me started on what they did to make Mal look 'good'. In order to justify the sudden hero worship of Mal in D3, they gave her traits from Ben, Evie, Uma and Carlos in Escape and made BEN, I repeat, BEN, the one who limits the number when Mal suggests a large enough. Yeah, the same Ben who wanted to bring VKs in the first place. Yeah, they make Mal look good via ruining his character, and its just chief's kiss when they have the posters be suggested by Doug and it be said who wouldn't want to be like Mal. Like....kill me.

And yes, they adapted Under The Sea to this stupid book and its actually worser in book form and they even added Harry flirting with Mal just because they had to appeal to people who for some reason ship a ship where the guy can't stand the girl for what she did to Uma and even threatened her with a hook in Descedants 2. And oh god, they actually made Uma also bitchy for no reason??? Like yeah, Uma could be bitchy in films, but not the levels she was in this book??? She's just out suddenly to kill Mal. No mentions of freeing the Isle kids, just pure murder motives now, just to again, make Mal look good. Oh and this book thanos snapped Hadie out of existence just to make Mal Hades' only child, cause apparently Hades cant have two kids??? And this book acts like future neglectful father of the year is somehow okay cause he blocked Uma off at the end from returning to him after trying to kill Mal but like, bitch you partook in this plan- you also tried to kill Mal later on in D3-

And I just...I hate the stupid ending where yes, they graduate and Mal STILL keeps that lie about why she did the love spell going. Because telling the truth is an allergy to Mal. And the graduation is also aired to the Isle to encourage kids and I'm just, yeah- would love to see the privilaged fucks in Auradon while only four of us get to leave the Isle and we have to earn the right to leave/prove we good enough WHEN THE CORE FOUR DIDN'T HAVE TO DO THAT WHEN THEY LEFT-

Like, if it ain't obvious, this book unlocks a-lot of rage within me and I'm probably STILL forgetting shit but these are the main points of the book I hate and was a definite killing point for these books.

[roscoesykes]

The Man Comes Around || Wayward Sons

Part 1 /2

Summary: The family sends men to Swynlake in order to remind the Sykes brothers exactly what’s at stake for their disobedience to their father. 

Timestamp: September 9th, 2019. 

Triggers: Violence, fighting, gun use, knife use, graphic injury, torture, blood, death and all the triggers associated with such scenerios. HMU for a safe & simple TL;DR. 

“And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder One of the four beasts saying, ‘Come and see.’ and I saw, and behold a white horse"

@desotosykes

ROSCOE: 

They caught him off guard. 

They caught him completely off guard - and it was only now that Roscoe realized just had complacent he had become. He'd stopped looking over his shoulder. Stopped wondering if people were around the corner. For the first time in a long time, Roscoe had been happy. He had a family that he loved, a brother by his side that was finally falling in love himself - a beautiful wife and a baby boy they loved dearly. Oliver, who he'd slowly but surely been accepting as someone he could learn to call his eldest son. 

God - there was really no describing how fucking happy he really was. So happy, and trying his best to stay out of trouble and that meant for the first time in his life, he wasn't paranoid either. It was almost freeing how amazing that could feel after living a life looking over his shoulder every day. 

It was just a goddamn shame that was what fucked him over now. 

The men that had come for him on his walk home from the Court wasted no time. Before he could even begin to struggle there was a rough punch to his gut that dropped him to his knees - prying hands immediately relieving him of the knife within his boot and the only protection he had, a bag shoved over his face before he could even draw in a breath from the air he'd expelled in a pained grunt. It was only after rough shoves, forceful pulls, harsh comments and a completely disorienting trip that the man had finally been shoved back down to a concrete floor. His palms scratched across the surface as the bag was ripped from his head - replaced instead with fingers that curled aggressively into his hair, ripping his head up from where he was crumpled upon the ground. 

"Keep your mouth shut and we ain't gonna have a problem." A voice hissed behind his ear, Roscoe's breath hitching lightly as he recognized that familiar tint of an accent, bringing forth the urge to struggle within the grip. It was only after a swift punch to his jaw that he stilled again, blood dripping from his lip as he grimaced and tried to relieve the pressure against his scalp. 

What the fuck had he gotten himself into…? 

DESOTO:

When DeSoto had first come to Swynlake his phone had gone off constantly. There was always a litany of texts and calls. Each one the same. Was the job done yet? Had he found Roscoe? What was taking so long? Why aren’t you answering our calls? The boss isn’t happy, we need progress. The last text he’d received had weighed on his conscience for about a month. It was a call to action and a final warning. Either do the job or we’re coming to take care of it.

A week passed by without anything else and DeSoto thought maybe they were bluffing. Another week passed the same and then another. By the time two months had passed, DeSoto was certain that they’d forgotten about him and Roscoe. There were bigger fish to fry. He’d heard through the grapevine about Bill’s appeal meeting. They’d be busy getting ready for that. Had probably been hoping their fearless leader would be let out and back into the fray. 

That was the last that DeSoto had heard. His New York burner has long gone quiet and now sat in the bottom of one of the drawers in the Tipton. 

It was so far from his mind, that as he made his way to Celia’s flat he didn’t think to keep his defenses up. The New Yorker had made the trek more than a few times already and most stayed out of his path. He liked to call the fact he wore a perpetual scowl his people repellent. 

He was only a block or so from Celia’s apartment when his world went dark. Immediately he swung his fist out, connecting with flesh and hearing a satisfying crack as bone broke beneath his fist. Before he had time to pull back for another blind hit, something connected with his cheek and he felt pain flood through him as an iron taste filled his mouth. It disoriented him enough so that whoever was attacking him could wrestle his hands behind his back and land another blow to his head. He swayed on his feet giving them enough opportunity to shove him into what he assumed was a car. The door slammed shut and soon they were moving.

DeSoto lost track of how many turns they made. They hadn’t taken any care in strapping him and his body rocked back and forth dangerously with each sharp turn and hard brake. 

When the blindfold was finally removed, his face swollen and bloody, he found himself in a building. Probably on the outskirts of town if the fact the building seemed to be falling apart was anything to go by. But that didn’t hold his attention for long. Roscoe was in the opposite corner looking just as bad as DeSoto felt. 

“Aye fuckin’ let ‘im go. S’posed t’be my hit,” he spat, trying to hide the fear that suddenly gripped him and made his blood freeze.

ROSCOE: 

Roscoe didn't know what was going on here - and certainly didn't want to find out but he had enough of an inkling to have a clue. He wasn't stupid, after all. There were only so many reasons a gang of thick mixed New York accented men would be holding him down and threatening him. 

And by so many - of course he meant one; his father. 

He'd run for so long and honestly he should have known that this shit would catch up with him. That DeSoto's refusal to kill him would finally bite them in the ass. The family didn't take no as an answer. Nor did they take refusal lightly. Guess he should have been lucky that they hadn't slit his neck so far but it wasn't much reassurance. Not when he heard the scuffle of resistance and movement outside and felt the cool tip of a gun press to the back of his neck. 

Roscoe knew who the hooded man they dragged in was before they even removed the blindfold - Roscoe immediately swallowing back the fear that formed a lump within his throat. Not good. Not good at all. 

A cold laugh fell from someone behind him, the gun shoving tighter against his neck as he hissed in annoyance at the uncomfortable feeling, his gaze catching his brother's with a subtle raise of his brow - a call to action if he wouldn't have already known it was pointless. 

"You'll do well to remember only to speak when spoken to, asshole." The man purred, gesture something towards the man besides DeSoto, who immediately reacted by kicking the older twin down to the floor - a boot heavily planting itself between his shoulder blades. 

"Hey!" Roscoe growled, pushing against the hands forcing him down and hearing the soft click of the safety that stilled him instantly. "Enough." Someone shouted, an unrecognizable asshole coming to stand between them as he regarded them distastefully. 

"Let's not pretend yous both don't know why you're here. After all - my dear DeSoto, if he is your hit then I beg to wonder why he's still fuckin' here?" 

DESOTO:

It took a moment for his eyes to fully adjust. He’d been solely focused on the fact Roscoe was here too and they were going to kill him. Didn’t matter that Bill had made it DeSoto’s punishment to kill his brother. Because he’d gotten complacent and had half assed his job they were both gonna die. Execution style in a dirty abandoned building. 

Made sense it happened as soon as they both were fucking happy.

A grunt came from him as he was kicked to the floor. At first he struggled against the foot, trying to unbalance the asshole that had him pinned. Apparently there’d been a restructuring of goons in the family. These guys were nothin’ like the idiots he and Roscoe had dealt with before everything went down. Either that or somehow they’d gone soft. An option DeSoto didn’t even want to consider. 

Des’ gaze had been fixed on Roscoe, trying his best to convey some sort of apology while he did his best to come up with a plan to get out of there. It looked hopeless but there’d be a chink in their armor somewhere. They couldn’t be strong and completely put together. They weren’t supposed to be that organized.

“I told yous idiots, I was waiting,” he spat out, glaring at the man that had entered the room.  “The whole point was t’make him think he was safe. Yous fucked that up by rushin’. Now get this asshole off of me.” 

ROSCOE: 

A million things were going through his mind. There was nothing he wanted more than to form some kind of plan that could have gotten them both out of here and away from these fucks but he was coming up blank. Fear tinged briefly in the back of his mind as a shaky breath fell from his lips. He could see the look Des was giving him and honestly it almost only made him more nervous - it made him feel like they were nothing short of fucked.

And perhaps they were. 

"We weren't asking for some elaborate plan. You were to do as yous were told and do it quickly." Roscoe heard the man speak, the tone accompanying his words drawing his brows into a furrow. "I do believe we warned you, did we not? Gave yous one last chance before we came to clean up this mess ourselves?" 

Oh no. DeSoto's job was to kill him, right? So.. If they were here to clean up there was no question that by the end of the night him and Des might be nothing more than discarded bodies in the street. 

"Might we remind yous what happens when you don't do as you're told, DeSoto." The stranger (asshole, Roscoe decided) spoke, only a brief moment before the cool metal disappeared from the back of his neck. Intuition only warned him that was a bad sign seconds before his arms were forced behind his back, that grip on his hair finally dropped in favor of hauling the man lightly to his knees. Roscoe's eyes widened slightly as one do the grunts in the corner moved forward, the sickening sound of metal sliding against concrete as he dragged the end of a metal bat against the floor - positioning himself beside the younger twin, bat lifting to hover cruelly over his abdomen. 

"Care to try explaining your failure again? This time with less bullshit?" Head-Asshole requested, trailing off with a small roll of his hand. "Or else." The words were accented by the pressure of the metal bat against his stomach - not nearly as hard as Roscoe knew it could have been, but still enough to drive a pained shout from his lips as he jerked in the grip holding him up - said grip about the only reason he hadn't doubled over completely. 

DESOTO:

Pure panic raced through him as the asshole between him and Roscoe spoke. The chances of them actually getting out of this relatively okay were slim. There was no way that Roscoe was getting out unharmed. Already he could see the way they beat the shit out of the younger Sykes. He’d be dragging his brother out unconscious most likely. If they didn’t flat out kill them. 

But Des wasn’t sure they’d do that. It was Bill’s decision, anyways, to have DeSoto kill his brother. He was making a point. Punishing Des for being related to Roscoe, for being so close to him. Because there was no denying that Bill was convinced his sons were plotting to take over the business. No matter how angry DeSoto got when the accusation was thrown at him, no matter how many times he denied it.

He needed to think. And quick. What was gonna be the best way to get them both out of this? 

In the span of a few seconds the answer snapped into his mind and he shot a look to Roscoe. Trust me it said because shit was definitely about to get sticky. 

“Quickly,” he scoffed, looking up to the asshole from his spot on the ground. Scowling he shook, making it difficult for the man on his back to stay that way. “Get the fuck off me. Yous forget who the fuck I am? M’Bill’s fuckin’ enforcer. His heir. Yous been working for him for what? A year?” 

He spat at the guy until he was let up enough to at least kneel. There was no way they’d let him up or let him have control of his hands but that was fine. He could work with that.

“It ain’t a failure. After what this asshole did?” He nodded his head towards Roscoe, narrowing his eyes and frowning at the other male. “Yous don’t think he deserved t’sweat it out? He betrayed all of us. He ruined fuckin’ everything. Bill’s locked up because of him. His fuckin’ flesh and blood. Yous think that deserves the regular rat treatment? Nah. Fuck that.”

ROSCOE: 

For the record? Roscoe fucking hated this. Not that anyone would like being captured, beat up and threatened, of course, but Roscoe hated more than just that. He hated the fact that these assholes held themselves with the belief they had power. That they were sitting here blaming one twin for not killing another and that he had to sit here and listen to all the wrong he'd done all over again. 

Even with DeSoto's subtle look - the one that told him that it wasn't really what he meant, the words still stung. Or… perhaps that was still just the remnants of the bat to his stomach. 

"Is that… so..?" The man's voice all but purred, amusement evident in his tone - the fuck enjoying watching them suffer. Roscoe shifted uncomfortably, not liking the way gazes were drawn to him in a moment of consideration. "I agree." Lead-fucker finally stated with a small clap of his hands, smiling twisting dangerously upon his features. "Fortunately however - we do believe a year has been enough for you to make him squirm. Especially when you switched gears to, as you said 'make him feel safe'." A snap of fingers and once again that bat made contact with his body - not upon his stomach but lower, in the middle of his thighs with a much harder swing. Another yell of pain ripped from his mouth, despite his attempt to bite down on it, the hit repeated once more as Roscoe swallowed back bile. 

It told him something though - they moved to the strongest bone in his body. Moved to bones that were surrounded by layers of fat and muscle to protect them rather than his unprotected organs. They couldn't kill him. Because though the shots were painful (extremely so) they were less so than one to the chest or stomach would be at that power. And yet… they moved, if only because they knew it would kill him otherwise. They were being careful. 

"Come now, DeSoto. The boys and I think you've just gone soft!" A small chorus of instigating laughter followed. "Do you really care about making him suffer? - or do you just care about him?" Roscoe felt himself stiffen as the goon beside him raised the bat - nuzzling it condescendingly against his hair, and he could see the man shoot DeSoto a look. A challenge. 

And in that moment… Roscoe thought he might've been wrong about the not killing thing. 

DESOTO:

The funny thing about this was that a few years ago DeSoto wouldn’t have given beating the shit out of Roscoe a second thought. Hell, he’d done so a few months ago. There had been so much anger and sadness in him over everything it had been easy. The asshole holding onto Roscoe now could have given the bat and he would have gladly taken it and taken a few swings at him.

Now though?

Now the thought made his stomach turn. Bile rose in his throat but he swallowed it back. It was clear now that there was no way they were getting out of there in one piece. His goal now was to get Roscoe out of there alive. Something that looked nearly impossible now as the handle of the bat was shoved in his face. 

“Fuck off. He’s my brother. Course I fuckin’ care about him. I ain’t fuckin’ heartless.” He spat the words at the chooch as he yanked the bat from his hands. “Which means yous questionin’ my loyalty to the fuckin’ family. Who was Bill’s second? Not any’a you fucks. He called all of yous in t’handle me. Ever wonder why he needed more than one?” 

A scoff fell from his lips as he looked at his brother, a decision solidifying itself in his mind. Jesus this was gonna fuckin’ suck. But it was their best option. In one fluid moment he swung the bat, half heartedly, knocking Roscoe in the stomach. He felt the blow in his own stomach, wanting to double over in response. The blow was followed by his fist connecting with Roscoe’s cheek before Des dropped to his knees. 

A hand went to Roscoe’s hair, tugging it harshly as he brought their heads close together. “When I tell yous, duck,” he whispered it as if he was sayin’ his final words to his brother before shoving him away with a frown and standing back up.

“Yous gonna keep questioning my loyalty or yous gonna let me fuckin’ finish this the right way?”

ROSCOE: 

This was gonna blow. That was all he could think as he watched DeSoto speak towards the idiots within the room. None of them looked intimidating by his brothers words and worse off that expression of amusement was still planted on the man in the middle. They were practically just toying with them - pushing and prodding and seeing how far they could go. 

Roscoe swallowed nervously as Des accepted the bat into his hands - it happened before he could even think about it. The apprehension dotting a cool sweat across his brow. Yeah, this was definitely going to blow. 

Roscoe felt his teeth bite down hard into flesh as the bat connected with his stomach once more, trying his damnedest not to make a sound of pain at his brother's action - if only for DeSoto's sake. However the quick cut across his jaw caught him off guard and he knew he'd split his lip with his tooth the second he'd gotten his bearings back about him. The urge to spit the warm blood within his mouth only prevented by the quick and harsh pull at his hair. 

When I tell yous, duck. 

"Fuck yous." He spat quickly in response, letting his head drop down as soon it was free of his brother's iron grip. For their credit - the display seemed natural and none of the men suspected that he'd been told anything more than a whispered threat or last right. Or if they did, they certainly didn't show it - instead offering a few scoffs and growing smirks. 

"Very well. If you so insist, DeSoto. Feel free to show us all the right way to finish this. Please." Roscoe heard the man say, the younger brothers gaze slipping up in an attempt to count the pairs of legs surrounding them. Since… Roscoe had an inkling of what Des might've been planning and… it certainly wasn't going to be subtle at this rate. 

They needed a plan. A plan that included getting the hell out of this situation or to die trying. In order to avoid the latter, they needed to be ready. Blood dripped off his chin, accumulating easily below him as his eyes swept what he could see. Head fuck face. Guy holding his arms. Guy who'd had the bat. Guy who'd been holding Des down. Guy who'd been standing watch beside DeSoto. Five guys. At least. He couldn't see behind him. One gun for sure. 

Two experienced, gang trained, street wise scrappers on their side. Well… - Roscoe shifted in his spot if only to test his mobility, a blinding white pain shooting up his back almost immediately as a grunt sounded between clenched teeth. Great. Make that one scrapper. He was going to be goddamn useless but… Fuck they didn't have a choice. 

… Man - they were so goddamn screwed - and Roscoe supposed he was just going to have to take the option of die trying. 

DESOTO:

These fucks were taunting him. Egging him on. They didn’t know how destructive DeSoto Sykes could be. Didn’t realize the time bomb they were working with. There was a reason DeSoto and Roscoe had been enforcers. Why Roscoe, the smarter of the twins, was paired with his brother. There was a monster that lurked just beneath the surface of DeSoto’s exterior. A dangerous, unnamed creature that reared its ugly head whenever DeSoto’s anger got uncontrollable.

That beast was restless as he watched the men around them. They were cocky, amused. They honestly thought this mission they were on was going to be simple. That they’d be able to take down The Boss’ sons. It pissed DeSoto off more than he could even put into words. The sheer ignorance. The lack of respect.

He growled as he stalked forward, ripping the gun from the other man’s hands. Fucking prick. The oldest Sykes would save him for last. He’d see him crying and pissing his pants before he finished him off; a warning to the rest of the dumbasses back home who thought they could come after them.

Easily he moved to stand behind Roscoe, a cold gleam in his eyes, and positioned the gun. It was scary how naturally the stance came back to him but expected. How many others had been put in the exact same position by him? Taking a breath he cocked the gun and counted. Each man looked on expectantly, waiting for the gun to sound. 

“Duck.”

Before Roscoe had a chance to complete the action DeSoto shot the gun, aiming for the idiot that’d been holding him down. Before the body hit the floor the gun was dropped to Roscoe and DeSoto sprang forward, body colliding with the ring leader. Darkness took over then as his fists collided over and over with the asshole’s face.

ROSCOE: 

Roscoe wasn't going to pretend that he wasn't scared. Even though he knew that DeSoto wasn't going to kill him, he still felt his blood turn to ice in his veins as his brother moved to stand behind him. It only served to remind him of how close this had been to a reality. Of how many times this entire situation crossed his mind in a nightmare. 

His breath even stilled as the gun clocked behind him - drawing out that last bit of courage as he found himself silently praying regardless. He never knew if Des would change his mind in that moment - to remember how much of his life had been fucked up all because of him. 

Duck. 

Roscoe moved before he even fully processed the word, his hands pulled back around to his front as he dropped forward with a sharp pain in his abdomen. Seconds were precious - and the room erupted into chaos within a moment. He heard the clatter of the gun beside him, a hand reaching out to grab it as he used most of his will to flip himself onto his back. 

A shot was fired off - hitting the man who'd been holding him in the chest and dropping him immediately. Before he could get the second round off however, a body was on top of him - a knee landing heavily on his hip as a hand tried to shove the gun away. Ros tried his best to bring his own knee up to topple his opponent quickly before more damage could be done, but he'd still felt the cold slice of a knife against his skin before he'd managed to get the gun situated back under his attacker. 

The report of the pistol felt deafening in his already ringing ears, the splatter of blood from the other man coating him like mist on a summer morning before his body was shoved aside like a ragdoll. 

Trying to waste no time - two more shots rang out, both barely hitting their mark on the goons on their way to stop the brawl between his brother and the man in charge. They weren't fatal - he was sure. But…incapacitated was more than enough for him right now. It was only when he didn't see them move to get up  that the pistol finally dropped from his weakening grip, a pained groan slipping through his lips as his hand instead moved to clutch his abdomen, gaze trying to focus across the room towards his brother - hoping and praying that he was winning his own battles and that he hadn't miscounted the number of guys present. 

He didn't have the strength or will to pick that gun back up if he had.  

DESOTO:

In any other situation, the sound of gunshots would be jarring. In any other situation, however, DeSoto wouldn’t be brawling with an assailant. He’d be by his brother’s side firing his own weapon. But as it was, DeSoto didn’t even hear the gunshots. His rage had taken over and all he could focus on was the guy beneath him. The fucker needed to pay for what he did. And it was DeSoto’s job to ensure he paid. 

All around him was the sound of flesh on flesh. His fists were bloody. Though, he wasn’t sure if that blood was his own or the other guys. It didn’t matter to Des. He hadn’t heard the crunch that he wanted; didn’t feel the asshole stop moving beneath him. That was wait he was waiting for. Why he kept hitting the so called ring leader of this little group. 

A large part of the darkness wanted to treat him how he’d treated Roscoe and DeSoto. It wanted to leave him bloodied and bruised on the floor waiting for death. Only DeSoto would draw it out. This man would wait hours, days, weeks before he got that sweet release. And his death would be painful. It was easy to conjure up different scenarios of how it would go. Each one was more painful than the last and it left a large grin on the Italian’s face as he continued to beat on the man

Finally, with arms that felt like they were made of leaf, DeSoto got the confirmation he wanted. There was one deafening crunch as the man beneath him went limp. Not quite ready to believe the man was dead, Des pinched what was left of his caved in nose and waited for the man to take a gasping breath. When it didn’t come, he peeled himself away from the corpse beneath him. 

Immediately his eyes scanned the room, taking in the bodies strewn around it. Roscoe had killed most while Des had worked the leader over. Later he’d come back and collect personal tokens to send home to New York. The rest he’d burn and dispose of once they were in the clear. 

It was then that his attention turned to his barely conscious brother. “Roe,” his voice sounded like gravel as he stopped down to the younger man. He was pale. A pale they’d never really been. And Des could see the puddle of red seeping from him. Panic kicked in then, pushing the darkness back into its corner, as he shifted to hoist his brother up. “Fuck. Hold on. Fuckin’ hold on.” 

ROSCOE: 

Roscoe could feel the pounding in his ears - his heartbeat a quick and almost unsteady drum that drilled relentlessly into his head. The pain seemed to throb in time with it, growing and shrinking every second as he curled lightly into himself. 

To say he felt like shit would be an understatement - shit not even beginning to cover the way in which his body seemed to be hurting around him. 

A groan served as his brother's only answer to the soft call of his name (or maybe it was loud, he couldn't tell above his heart beat). As long as DeSoto gave him a few moments to gather his bearings he'd be fine… everything would be fine and they could just go home and laugh about this later. 

"—Eugh" Came the pained sound of irritation at being jostled, a hiss slipping from his lips as he leaned heavily into his brother's shoulder. ".. —m'okay, s'okay." He tried to reassure him, his tone only a little garbled, as he tried to press himself up into a proper stand. He didn't realize however how much of a daunting task that was really going to be - every movement tweaking a new flare of pain and a fresh wave of nausea. 

Hand once again found its way towards his stomach, curling tightly along his abdomen as he stumbled in his brother's grip. Shaky fingers pulled at the fabric of his shirt lifting it just enough as his gaze fell to look at the skin resting beneath. It took him far too long to focus, eyes narrowing for far too long before he realized his vision wasn't that fucked up - the skin was just dark red from bruising and… - well actually that wasn't the color of bruising at all. 

"F-f… Fuck. S'not good."

DESOTO:

Adrenaline continued to course through DeSoto’s veins. The darkness was receding but it still lingered on the edges of his vision. It wanted to keep him fighting, to find another person worthy of his anger, but rationality was sinking back in. The need to take care of his brother emerging with each weak word from Roscoe. 

His eyes zeroed in on the skin Roscoe was showing. Fuck. It wasn’t good. There wasn’t going to be getting this patched up at the hotel. They’d have to go to the hospital and that was gonna be enough trouble. Now there were going to be questions. They’d probably want to have the police called in to find out what happened. It was ingrained in them to avoid the fuzz. It only led to more trouble in cases like this.

But— his brother was bleeding out and looking worse each passing second.

“S’fine you stupid fuck,” he huffed, hoisting him up further. They needed to figure out where the fuck they were. How far they were from the fuckin’ hospital. He had a gut feeling that they didn’t have too long. Limping under his own slight injuries and Roscoe’s weight, DeSoto cursed when he got outside and saw where they were at. Too fuckin far from town to make it walking. Ros would be dead before they even got halfway there.

Thankfully, though, Des spotted the vans they’d arrived in. Hobbling over, he tossed Roscoe inside before rushing to the other side and starting it up. “Just fuckin’ stay awake, asshole. Yous ain’t allowed t’die on me.”

ROSCOE: 

Fingers curled tightly into DeSoto's shirt as the man shuffled him up, opposite dropping his shirt back down as his arm wrapped back around his waist. A pained hiss slipped out as he stuttered in his steps again, every movement of his legs just burning at his bones. He had to count himself lucky that his legs weren't broken at least. That he still had some of his wits about him. 

Though slowly but surely that was waning too. 

Doing his best to assist his brother rather than forcing him to deal with his dead weight, Roscoe positioned himself into the van (where this van came from?? He hadn't a goddamn clue) and let his head fall against the window. Now that the present danger was taken care of, he could feel his body slowly coming back to itself - that adrenaline that had rushed his veins, flooding out and replacing numbness with sharp agonizing pain, stiff soreness and more than enough regret to keep him content for years. 

"I'm alright." He tried to say in response to his brother's aggressive concern but the words caught in his throat - a cough stifling them immediately. His chest felt like it was on fire, the tension curling in his stomach and nearly forcing bile into his throat. Gaze caught the small spatter of fresh blood upon his fist and honestly? He couldn't tell if that had simply originated from his split lip or was the source of a far greater problem. 

".... —c-call Rita." Roscoe choked out minutes after he'd gone quiet, the fear starting to find a grip on his consciousness as he felt darkness clawing at his mind. Fighting for control as Ros desperately tried to ignore it, to listen to DeSoto's words. It was only when he felt seconds from blacking out that he jammed his hand against the knife wound in his side - the sudden flare of pain waking his senses as a growled curse of pain fell from him. It sure wasn't fucking ideal but… He needed to stay awake. 

He needed to live. 

DESOTO:

Every few seconds DeSoto’s eyes drifted from the road to his brother. Even though their fight was over, the adrenaline didn’t leave him. Wouldn’t until he was alone and he knew his brother was safe. Or at least being taken care of by qualified people. And even then he didn’t think he’d be able to calm himself. They’d been attacked without warning because they’d let their guards down. Things would have to change. Things would have to be like they were in New York again. But instead of protecting their father, they’d be protecting the people they’d become close to here. 

Already DeSoto knew he’d be calling in favors from those he’d met over the years. He’d make sure they weren’t attacked again. The next time New York tried to come here they’d know the second they took off.

Roscoe’s voice brought him out of his thoughts. Rita. Course he wanted her called. It’d be good, though. She could stay with Roscoe while he went out and took care of their protection. He didn’t like the woman but she could serve a purpose. 

He waited until the groaning stopped, an affirmation from his brother given, before he called the woman. “Shut up. Get to the hospital. Shut up. I’ll tell you when I get there.” Before the woman had a chance to start that high pitched whining again DeSoto hung up and tossed the phone towards the back. He’d have to get a new one. Hell, they’d all have to get new ones. The last thing they needed was to be tracked. 

Tires screeched to a halt as DeSoto finally pulled the van in front of the hospital. Running in, he wasted no time screaming at the people in the front. They gave him worried looks but he waved them off with threats. “Get my brother. Now.”

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please tell me about your trash vamp tristan -candy pop anon

Alright buckle in coz I'mma tell y'all about my shitty vampire pretending to be a human pretending to be a shitty vamp. Tristan is the manifestation of a dumpster fire—and if there is a dumpster on fire it was most likely his doing.

((LONG POST IS LONG. I’MMA INFODUMP ABOUT MY SON.))

I believe I have a post or two that has dialogue from him, in which he’s not his usual self. He’s got some profound wisdom hidden in him somewhere, and some repressed sad from his life, usually buried down until he connects with literally anyone on a deeper level than: “Tris, why the fuck is there a skeleton in your cupboard?”

I'mma come back to Profound Wisdom and Repressed Sad later because let me first get y'all to the subject of Tristan’s cupboard skeleton.

Now, when I say trash vamp I mean that he’s not really a good guy. Like, he’s not evil, but he’s not good either. He’s a mess whose day job ((night job, considering he’s a nocturnal vamp)) is being a Certified Spook. It’s in his job description to cause just enough chaos that the supernatural is plausible in case anyone fucks up their cover, but still make it easy for the supernatural to be denied or debunked by humans. He maintains that stupidly specific balance.

Shitty Vamp = he’s got a lot of debilitating, stereotypical vampire traits that makes it super hard for him to do his job when the sun’s out

His cover is he’s a human from Ireland ((which is true, he was born in Ireland who knows how long ago)) but he’s pretending to be a stereotypical vampire from Romania ((half true due to him first being stationed in Romania due to his eldest adopted brother)).

So, technically he’s a supernatural government worker. But, again, he’s a fucking mess. There’s shit he’s repressed, or has been helped in repressing. There’s a lot of advantages to being adopted into a magic family. But there’s also a lot of disadvantages to being adopted into a magic family that descends from a hell realm.

So’s, he wasn’t raised with the best morals, and with some abstract-ish laws from a realm that birthed The Boogeyman and The Big Bad Wolf and Death’s Daughter and the Mother of Shadows. But he was also able to complete all requirements from two foreign governments and their realms to be able to have the job he does. So even if he doesn’t have the best morals—depending on your own standards, honestly—Tristan does adhere to local laws. Mostly.

Which brings us to Cupboard Skeleton aka F??? aka Frederick aka Tristan-doesn’t-remember-the-guys-name-other-than-it-starts-with-F-and-he-was-an-ass-in-life-so-Frederick-it-is

Frederick McCupboardSkeleton is the skeleton that someone—Tristan doesn’t remember if it was him or not—shoved into his cupboard in between all the cereal boxes and liquor bottles. He has slowly become a cursed skeleton since his death. Tristan’s a vampire, he doesn’t have the power or magic to banish an angry spirit or seal non-human bones to trap him. But he can contain him and keep an eye on him until he figures out who this guy was and why he (Tristan) was involved with his death (Tristan assumes). Thus he’s cursed and Tristan doesn’t keep him all in one piece.

So if ya spot Tristan anywhere outside his apartment or his eldest brother’s house, you can assume that there’s a skull in his bag and that it’s Frederick and you’d be goddamn right. They’re a pair until Tristan figures shit out OR Frederick enacts whatever revenge plot(s) he’s got stewing in his skull.

Tristan’s the one that’s usually shit on publicly and openly out of his brothers.

Ji’s the eldest and raised them all. He the one you truly have to look out for but no one’s gonna say shit to his face or even in his general direction. He’s That Guy. He’s old magic and hellfire. He’s got a reputation older than human civilization.

Isidore is biologically Ji’s little brother. Just basically runs Ji’s Estate, acts like an assistant, keeps tabs on Tristan whenever he’s home and will watch Frederick’s skull. Because he’s actually a witch that can deal with restless spirits. Not as intense as any of his brothers or his mother. The Calm One.

And the youngest is Luca. He’s a werewolf. No one truly knows if he was born that way or infected or born from infected parents. His origins are as unknown as Tristan’s. Luca was practically a baby when their mother brought him home. Just as traumatized and repressing just as much as his vamp brother. But Luca is Dealing with it, because he’s the Most Responsible of the four. Some-fuckin-how. (Izzy’s The Calm One, but don’t think he won’t go off the rails. You just won’t know until it’s too late.)

Luca works as head of personal security for the Song Siblings—who go between all the realms really. But they’re usually on Earth working with humans so he’s the closest to Tristan—also closest in age. Luca sees most of the shit Tristan ends up doing. He’s the first to point out Frederick’s bones to Tristan, actually.

But as much as he shit-talks Tristan’s bad habits—mainly mixing up the milk bottles and blood bottles and liquor bottles in his fridge when the vamp is having cereal in his presence because Luca can smell all the things—he does it out of concern. Tristan isn’t indestructible, and even as a vampire, the amount of alcohol and cigarettes he goes through a day has to be doing something to his body. Also the sugar in his favorite cereals can’t be mixing well with the blood Tristan actually has to consume to sustain himself. If sugar affects the being that blood came from, it’s probably doing even more shitty things to his brother. He’s the one that will fight you then and there if he catches you. (Ji causes paranoia because what the fuck is he up to and wHEN, and no one ever suspects Izzy until After the Fact.) ((You just can’t shit on Tristan just to shit on him.))

Tristan got fucked up by his birth family, and then by being raised in an environment where he only had one source of sustenance and it was heavily laced with things that are addictive to vampires. Addictive in ways it fucked him up even more. Namely magic, but There’s More. It’s a Big Concern for everyone who knows, because ya can’t exactly synthesize that shit. There’s More changes anyone who’s exposed to it long enough, and Tristan’s been eating it since he was a babby vamp. He doesn’t have much choice but to live off it and he absolutely hates it.

Tristan has that habit of trying to kill something inside him he can’t see or remember. He’s picked up the habit of eating junk food that’s almost pure sugar, smoking, drinking anything. He’s a fucking neon sign of reasons why preternatural mental health is A Thing they should be researching more. But also the poster boy of: We should be taking a vampire’s physical health more seriously than Just-Feed-Them-Blood.

But catch Tristan passing on some profound wisdom to school kids and anyone that reminds him of Luca. Partly because he feels like a shitty brother so here kid have some advice. Also because Ji won’t let Tristan suspend too much time with either of his kids, even with Ji’s son being 20-something now. Like, he gets it, and he’s not proud of it being that, but he’s not really changing because he has Luca and the Song Siblings. He has his friends in Louisiana. He’s buddies with Willy Shakes--

Now I’m spewing all this bullshit because a lot of it comes from a story I scrapped where Luca’s a teenager and Ji has the one kid and you meet the Song Siblings before they’re ever—Celebrities, I guess??

Because Tristan was worse. He was the brother you absolutely hated. There, you had the rest of the brothers who followed the law and then Tristan who was headed towards a Dead End. But when it came down to it, he was there for Luca. Because he was the only one there. Tristan risked himself for this baby werewolf and his friends.

And that’s where my tag in that one post comes in. Where it ties in with my dialogue posts.

It has to do with Tristan watching sad scared little witch Celia Song growing up confident-in-herself Song Seonmi.

Tristan has a habit of flirting with everything, mainly dating ghosts so far, so he has no fucking clue when she got under his skin. And as much as Luca tells him to back off his friend (and boss) he really can’t be mad that Tristan dropped The Worst of his habits to keep seeing her. Because the first time she walked out of his life completely was a disaster until Tristan figured out that she would keep disappearing before he ever reached her again so long as he was being a complete bastard. Because when she left she took her brother and his own with her. And he really didn’t want to go back to living on lockdown with Ji—or worse, with his mother in the hell-realm. Isolation does shit to you.

So the Tristan you see in the story is a better off vamp than the one from Alex and Celia’s story. That was. . . Bad. As in that story probably won’t ever see the light of day because I cried every time I sat down to write that Tristan. Like, maybe I’ll incorporate bits and pieces into other stories, and most of the TrisMi growth is written in their interactions. But I just can’t do it, yo. I love my trash vamp because there’s hope to him and just watching the change in him as he grows in the background of everyone else’s stories. I can’t write him being an Absolute Asshole.

What sealed the deal was when I wrote about Tristan losing control because of There’s More in his diet and Seonmi—still going by Celia at that point—does her damned best to try and snap him out of it. Like, my girl had hope in him and didn’t give up so I couldn’t either. Now here we are.

Tristan is as On Brand as I’ll ever be. Horrible Past, Trauma, Found Family, Walking Shitpost, Angst, and Hope. He don’t really know what he’s doing but he’s still going.

I mean yeah, I can get real deep about Tristan as a moment’s notice—i.e. this whole post because I’ve been in my feels tonight. Like, Tristan will do a bunch of shit to comfort himself. Dumpster fires. Speaking at preternatural schools (like cryptid academy I brainstormed with @ladymaliwan). Setting out food and drinks for Frederick’s skull because he feels awkward leaving none for the skull when he has his own.

Catch Tristan smokin cigs with the skull in a dumpster, both wearing sunglasses. Find trash vamp poppin out like Oscar the Grouch for advice. It’s not always good or profound, but he always got something. But also save him—because he’s sensitive to the sun as a ginger nocturnal vamp raised in a dark hell-realm, later an cold fog realm where a sun doesn’t really exist. Toss him in your trunk or a body bag to help him get home.

Dear lord, I can keep going and dump everything about him but this is long as it is. He’s one of my oldest characters. I created him before Isidore and Luca, but not too long after Ji and their mother—and Ji and their mom are fucking old. As in I’m finding scraps of paper where they’re mentioned. But it’s also telling that I’ve written Tristan on my blog more than any of my other OC’s for an original story.

[graequeen]

La Mia Ragazza Rockey

Chapter 18

    “What the fuck is going on here?!” I yelled, running out of the house. Raffa and Antonio towered over my blind date, each holding pistols that were aimed at him. Gio and Matteo stood a few feet back, looking at the poor man menacingly.

    My blind date stood just over six feet, and was wearing a button down shirt and jeans. Despite his horror filled face, he was actually very good looking. And his stunning black eyes were quickly surveying the area for a means of escape.

    “Raffa! Antonio! What the fuck!?” I screamed again, punching the both of them in the arm. They quickly dropped their guns, and looked at me. Raffa did a double take, before returning his gaze at my blind date.

    “We were just having a little conversation with our friend Malcolm.” Antonio said, squeezing Malcolm’s shoulder . He winced at the sudden pain Antonio brought to his shoulder. Antonio turned his attention to Nicoló, who stood beside me, and gave him a sly smile.

    Raffa stared at me for a few seconds again, before turning to Malcolm and saying, “Remember what I said.” With that, he turned to the house and made his way back in. Antonio, Gio, and Matteo followed suit.

    The look on Malcolm’s face couldn’t really be described in words; whatever Raffa told him, scared the mess out of him. I had the urge to run after Raffa and pistol whip him with his own gun. 

    “Hi Malcolm, my name is Nicoló. I am a friend of Rockey’s.” Nicoló said gently, approaching Malcolm with an extended hand. Malcolm reluctantly took it. Though Nicoló’s warm smile seemed friendly, he too whispered something to Malcolm. The remaining color drained quickly, and a look of regret spread quickly across his face.

    Nicoló turned to me, and said, “Have fun!” And with that, he walked back into the house.

    I stood in front of Malcolm, unsure of what to do next. Malcolm looked as if he was seconds from bolting out of here. And to be honest, I wouldn’t blame him.

    “I’m so sorry Malcolm, I really don’t know what they’ve said to you. If you want to cancel our date and leave, I totally understand.” I said, letting the awkward tension slowly kill me on the inside.

    Without saying a word, Malcolm turned to face his car, which he had parked just outside the open gate. It was a red 2003 Toyota Corolla, recently cleaned. He walked towards the passenger door, and opened it. He waited patiently as I slowly pieced together what he was doing. Without another word, I quickly walked over to the passenger side, and got in. This date was going to SUCK MAJOR CHUNKY ASS.

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    “What did you say to that poor guy?” Nicoló asked as he walked up to Raffaele and Antonio. They were both putting their Colt 1911 in the main safe, located behind a painting inside his office. Matteo and Gio were back to their jovial mood, running around the house playing.

    “We were polite, upstanding gentlemen to Malcolm!” Antonio dramatically said. He feigned utter shock at Nicoló’s accusation.

    Raffaele remained quiet, but had a wide smile. Whatever they had said, was most likely something horrible.

    “Did you tell him something Nico?” Antonion asked.

    Nicoló couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe…”he said. There was a devilish grin to his smile, and an air of something frightening about him.

    “You’re the most dangerous Nico.” Raffaele said laughing. “At least I look like I mean business. You look like the perfect example of a gentleman. No one would ever have expected that you can get your hands dirty.”

    Nicoló just responded with another sweet smile. The three men turned their attention to the window beside them, which overlooked the front of the house.

    “What time did you ‘tell’ Malcolm to bring Rockey back?” Nicoló asked Raffaele, assuming it was actually Raffaele who did it.

    Raffaele looked uncomfortable as he looked outside. Finally he said, “10.”

    “Bet his ass will be back by 9pm!” Antonio said with a smirk.

    “Bet $500 he’ll have her back by 8pm!” Nicoló said gleefully.

    “Bet!” They both said in unison, pulling out their wallets.

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    Malcolm returned Rockey at 7pm, only four hours after picking her up. The evening was a complete disaster, and Rockey honestly wanted to crawl under a rock and die. Malcolm remained six feet away from her, and kept any form of conversation to two or three words.

    Even Caden and Tony had noticed a complete 360 in Malcolm. They tried to liven the mood by making suggestions on topics and activities, but by the end of their meal, Malcolm was ready to go.

    Unfortunately, Nicoló and Antonio had left a few minutes prior to Rockey’s arrival. They were on their way to attend a business dinner in the city. The kids were in the living room watching a movie, and Arthur was busy cleaning up from dinner. Celia remained with Raffaele in the office working. There was no one to stop Rockey.

    The office door suddenly swung open, surprising Celia and Raffele. Before Celia or Raffaele could say anything, a VERY ANGRY Rockey stood in the doorway.

    “Rockey! What the fuck?!” Celia screamed.

    Raffaele laughed. “So I guess the date went well?”

    “What date?!” Celia asked with a hint of hope.

    “Well Rockey and Mal1” Raffaele was cut off by a shoe crashing into his face.

    “Fuck you!” Rockey screamed. The rest of the night was spent with Raffaele chasing Rockey.