#i still need a locket tag lol

[starheavenly]

what's Ratchet's and Locket's relationship like?? since they have a pretty strained one with drift (im curious if they felt some sort of care since the mild shock at ratchet's "death")

They got over the awkward phase with him very quickly!

Obviously Ratchet is retired but still hangs around to make sure the medibay isn't in shambles. Ratchet is a bit grumpier than the last time they saw each other but other than that Locket likes bonding/working with him again. Locket is usually pretty sour personality wise but everyone notices the personality shift when Ratchet is around.

[acourtofquestions]

KINGDOM OF ASH (by SJM)

Chapter 48

THE FAMILY REUINION🥹😆😭🫶& MY SOULLL

But when they reached Princess Hasar's battle tent, when they had all gathered around a map of Anielle, they had only a few minutes of discussion before they were interrupted. By the person Chaol least expected to walk through the flaps.

A moment later, Chaol was glad he was sitting down.

Nesryn breathed, "Holy gods."

Chaol was inclined to agree as Aelin Galathynius, Rowan Whitethorn, and several others entered the tent.

They were mud-splattered, the Queen of Terrasen's braided hair far longer than Chaol had last seen. And her eyes ... Not the soft, yet fiery gaze. But something older. Wearier.

Chaol shot to his feet. "I thought you were in Terrasen," he blurted. All the reports had confirmed it. Yet here she stood, no army in sight.

Three Fae males-towering warriors as broad and muscled as Rowan—had entered, along with a delicate, dark-haired human woman.

But Aelin was only staring at him. Staring and staring at him.

No one spoke as tears began sliding down her face. Not at his being here, Chaol realized as he took up his cane and limped toward Aelin.

But at him. Standing. Walking.

The young queen let out a broken laugh of joy and flung her arms around his neck. Pain lanced down his spine at the impact, but Chaol held her right back, every question fading from his tongue.

Aelin was shaking as she pulled away. "I knew you would," she breathed, gazing down his body, to his feet, then up again. "I knew you'd do it."

"Not alone," he said thickly. Chaol swallowed, releasing Aelin to extend an arm behind him. To the woman he knew stood there, a hand over the locket at her neck.

Perhaps Aelin would not remember, perhaps their encounter years ago had meant nothing to her at all, but Chaol drew Yrene forward. "Aelin, allow me to introduce"

"Yrene Towers," the queen breathed as his wife stepped to his side.

The two women stared at each other.

Yrene's mouth quivered as she opened the silver locket and pulled out a piece of paper. Hands trembling, she extended it to the queen. Aelin's own hands shook as she accepted the scrap.

"Thank you," Yrene whispered.

Chaol supposed it was all that really needed to be said.

Aelin unfolded the paper, reading the note she'd written, seeing the lines from the hundreds of foldings and rereadings these past few years.

"I went to the Torre," Yrene said, her voice cracking. "I took the money you gave me, and went to the Torre. And I became the heir apparent to the Healer on High. And now I have come back, to do what I can. I taught every healer I could the lessons you showed me that night, about self-defense. I didn't waste it-not a coin you gave me, or a moment of the time, the life you bought me." Tears were rolling and rolling down Yrene's face. "I didn't waste any of it."

Aelin closed her eyes, smiling through her own tears, and when she opened them, she took Yrene's shaking hands. "Now it is my turn to thank you." But Aelin's gaze fell upon the wedding band on Yrene's finger, and when she glanced to Chaol, he grinned.

"No longer Yrene Towers," Chaol said softly, "but Yrene Westfall."

Aelin let out one of those choked, joyous laughs, and Rowan stepped up to her side.

Yrene's head tilted back to take in the warrior's full height, her eyes widening-not only at Rowan's size, but at the pointed ears, the slightly elongated canines and tattoo. Aelin said, "Then let me introduce you, Lady Westfall, to my own husband, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius."

For that was indeed a wedding band on the queen's finger, the emerald mud-splattered but bright. On Rowan's own hand, a gold-and-ruby ring gleamed.

"My mate," Aelin added, fluttering her lashes at the Fae male. Rowan rolled his eyes, yet couldn't entirely contain his smile as he inclined his head to Yrene.

Yrene bowed, but Aelin snorted. "None of that, please. It'll go right to his immortal head." Her grin softened as Yrene blushed, and Aelin held up the scrap of paper. "May I keep this?" She eyed Yrene's locket. "Or does it go in there?"

Yrene folded the queen's fingers around the paper. "It is yours, as it always was. A piece of your bravery that helped me find my own."

Aelin shook her head, as if to dismiss the claim.

But Yrene squeezed Aelin's closed hand. "It gave me courage, the words you wrote. Every mile I traveled, every long hour I studied and worked, it gave me courage. I thank you for that, too."

Aelin swallowed hard, and Chaol took that as excuse enough to sit again, his back giving a grateful tinge. He said to the queen, "There is another person responsible for this army being here." He gestured to Nesryn, the woman already smiling at the queen. "The rukhin you see, the army gathered, is as much because of Nesryn as it is because of me."

A spark lit Aelin's eyes, and both women met halfway in a tight embrace. "I want to hear the entire story," Aelin said. "Every word of it." Nesryn's subdued smile widened. "So you shall. But later." Aelin clapped her on the shoulder and turned to the two royals still by the desk. Tall and regal, but as mud-splattered as the queen.

Chaol blurted, "Dorian?"

Rowan answered, "Not with us." He glanced to the royals.

"They know everything," Nesryn said

"He's with Manon," Aelin said simply.

Chaol wasn't entirely sure whether to be relieved. "Hunting for something important."

The keys. Holy gods.

Aelin nodded. Later. He'd think on where Dorian might now be later. Aelin nodded again. The full story would come then too.

Nesryn said, "May I present Princess Hasar and Prince Sartaq."

Aelin bowed—low. "You have my eternal gratitude," Aelin said, and the voice that came out of her was indeed that of a queen. Any shock Sartaq and Hasar had shown upon the queen bowing so low was hidden as they bowed back, the portrait of courtly grace.

"My father," Sartaq said, "remained in the khaganate to oversee our lands, along with our siblings Duva and Arghun. But my brother Kashin sails with the rest of the army. He was not two weeks behind us when we left."

Aelin glanced to Chaol, and he nodded.

Something glittered in her eyes at the confirmation, but the queen jerked her chin at Hasar. "Did you get my letter?"

The letter that Aelin had sent months ago, begging for aid and promising only a better world in return. Hasar picked at her nails. "Perhaps. I get far too many letters from fellow princesses these days to possibly remember or answer all of them."

Aelin smirked, as if the two of them spoke a language no one else could understand, a special code between two equally arrogant and proud women. But she motioned to her companions, who stepped forward. "Allow me to introduce my friends. Lord Gavriel, of Doranelle." A nod toward the tawny-eyed and golden-haired warrior who bowed.

Tattoos covered his neck, his hands, but his every motion was graceful. "My uncle, of sorts," Aelin added with a smirk at Gavriel. At Chaol's narrowed brows, she explained, "He's Aedion's father."

"Well, that explains a few things," Nesryn muttered.

The hair, the broad-planed face ... yes, it was the same. But where Aedion was fire, Gavriel seemed to be stone. Indeed, his eyes were solemn as he said, "Aedion is my pride." Emotion rippled over Aelin's face, but she gestured to the dark-haired male. Not someone Chaol ever wanted to tangle with, he decided as he surveyed the granite-hewn features, the black eyes and unsmiling mouth.

"Lorcan Salvaterre, formerly of Doranelle, and now a blood-sworn member of my court." As if that weren't a shock enough, Aelin winked at the imposing male. Lorcan scowled. "We're still in the adjustment period," she loudly whispered, and Yrene chuckled.

Lorcan Salvaterre. Chaol hadn't met the male this spring in Rifthold, but he'd heard all about him. That he'd been Maeve's most trusted commander, her most loyal and fierce warrior.

That he'd wanted to kill Aelin, hated Aelin.

How this had come about, why she was not in Terrasen with her army ... "You, too, have a tale to tell," Chaol said.

"Indeed I do." Aelin's eyes guttered, and Rowan put a hand on her lower back. Bad— something terrible had occurred. Chaol scanned Aelin for any hint of it. He stopped when he noticed the smoothness of the skin at her neck. The lack of scars. The missing scars on her hands, her palms. "Later," Aelin said softly. She straightened her shoulders, and another golden-haired male came forward. Beautiful. That was the only way to describe him. "Fenrys ... You know, I don't actually know your family name."

Fenrys threw a roguish wink at the queen.

"Moonbeam."

"It is not," Aelin hissed, choking on a laugh.

Fenrys laid a hand on his heart. "I am blood-sworn to you. Would I lie?"

Another blood-sworn Fae male in her court.

Across the tent, Sartaq cursed in his own tongue. As if he'd heard of Lorcan, and Gavriel, and Fenrys.

Aelin gave Fenrys a vulgar gesture that set Hasar chuckling, and faced the royals. "They're barely housebroken. Hardly fit for your fine company." Even Sartaq smiled at that. But it was to the small, delicate woman that Aelin now gestured. "And the only civilized member of my court, Lady Elide Lochan of Perranth." Perranth. Chaol had combed through the family trees of Terrasen just this winter, had seen the lists of so many royal households crossed out, victim to the conquest ten years ago.

Elide's name had been among them.

Another Terrasen royal who had managed to evade Adarlan's butchers.

The pretty young woman took a limping step forward, and bobbed a curtsy to the royals. Her boots concealed any sign of the source of the injury, but Yrene's attention shot right to her leg. Her ankle. "It's an honor to meet all of you," Elide said, her voice low and steady. Her dark eyes swept over them, cunning and clear. Like she could see beneath their skin and bones, to the souls beneath.

Aelin wiped her hands. "Well, that's over and done with," she announced, and strode to the desk and map. "Shall we discuss where you all plan to march once we beat the living shit out of this army?"

[forthesanityofstorytellers]

The Last Visit - Hansel

Evidently I'm doing these prompts like a spinning wheel with these three, lol

Hansel is in the same district as @pied-piper-of-hamlet's Caspasia and @clocksandchaos's Oliver Strath

Tagging @concealeddarkness13 @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes, @pen-of-roses, @drabbleitout, @clocksandchaos, @knmartinshouldbewriting

Hansel shuffled nervously. He’d done what he could, what made sense at the time. Had waited to see if his name was called, heart sinking when he realized the third name wasn’t his and he’d have to draw attention to himself. He almost hadn’t, wondered if there was another way to get to where he needed to get to; but the kid. The name that was called…from what he understood of the games, there was no choice, really.

He also needed to get back home. He’d been drawn into playing with the portals, providing a hint of his own magic…and it had gotten him here.

He looked out the window of the small grey room. They apparently were allowed visitors, and he wondered if Jash and her kids would be…

No. He shook his head. He’d only been here for a short while. Jash and her sons wouldn’t have that much of an attachment to him, surely.

Could barely believe they let him volunteer at all, if he was honest. He was on the older end of the age gap, and even then he doubted they looked at him closely. He always looked younger than he really was. Or so they told him.

To his surprise, the door opened. Actually opened. And in walked Jash, her red hair cut short and tears in her eyes. Nahtn and Ksi stood just behind her, the younger one bawling and running for him, wrapping his arms around Hansel’s leg.

“Hey hey Ksi,” he soothed, picking up the younger boy. “It’s alright. It’ll be fine.”

“I won’t tell you that you didn’t have to,” Jash said, walking up to him. “Because…but Hansel…why…You don’t even know us that well. Why did you volunteer?”

Hansel ran a hand through his white hair with a lopsided smile. “It’s simple, really. I…used to have a son. About the same age as Ksi, here. And after that speech about the hunger games…about what this game is really about…Well. Just sitting back and letting Ksi get chosen would be like watching my own son get chosen. I couldn’t do that.” He gave a half-hearted shrug. “Just couldn’t.”

Plus he needed to be picked. Needed to find the others. He hadn’t told Jash the whole story, felt like that was the best. Who’d believe he was a portal-jumping humanoid from another world, anyway? He still had a son, as much as he knew, just back home. Caine hadn’t managed to get caught up in the portal shenanigans, thank elements. But it didn’t change the fact that, despite looking for a different answer, the best way out appeared to be through.

“Here,” she said, walking up to him. “I made this for…in case…” she shook her head. “But Ksi wanted you to have it. For saving him.”

She pressed a small stuffed thing into his hands. It looked like it was supposed to be some kind of animal…a bird? Maybe? Small, small enough to be completely swallowed by his palm. He nodded. Glanced at the closed door and removed a small chain from his neck.

“Here,” he said, placing it into her hands. She stared. Looked at it; the chain led to a small locket which hid a picture. “It’s Caine,” he explained as she looked back up at him. “My…”

“Oh.” She understood. Shook her head. “You should keep it…”

He pushed it further into his hands. “You’ve given up the token you made for your boy,” he said softly. “Take it as a way to remember me…or as a lucky token for next year. Maybe it’ll protect your boys next time and the time after and…” He let it die off. She stood for a moment before quickly looking around and pocketing the locket. Nodding.

The time was almost up. Hansel handed Ksi back to Jash, who held the boy close. Nahtn rushed up and, with a stubborn face said, “thanks. For everything.” Then gave him a short hug before walking away, doing his best to keep up his stubborn face. Hansel only smiled. Brushed his hand through Ksi’s hair before Jash leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you,” she whispered, turning to leave. “Thank you.”

And with that, they were gone. Hansel leaned back into his seat and resumed staring out the window. Couldn’t get over the fact that they were sending kids – kids – into a death machine. Kids that looked no older than his boy.

He did have to find the others. Fuel the portal. Get back home. But…he glanced back at the door. Maybe there was something he could do here, first. He’d only known the family a short while. But it had been long enough for him to get attached to them and them to him. Long enough for him to have realized that he’d only bought Ksi and Nahtn a year before they’d have to do this again. And what about the other tributes? The other kids? The other Districts?

There had to be something he could do.

Jake usually had ideas, was the plotter. The connector. He’d have to hope that Jake managed to wiggle his way inside the games as well. Had come to the same conclusions. Would be able to help him figure out a better way to fight back.

Somewhere in the distance, a chime rang. That was time.

[hermiones-amortentia]

I don't want to answer this but since it's in the Ron tag I will.

1st of all, Handsomeness is subjective. Harry is a midget. I don't find guys below 6ft attractive. In that case shouldn't I find Ron more attractive than Harry?

Next Rowling describes Harry has having knobbly knees, black hair and green eyes with a scar on his forehead. He is also thin. Ron is tall, with huge hands and feet, a long nose, blue eyes, freckles and he is lanky.

How is Ron's description 'comical' and 'weird" but not Harry's?

We are going by Harry's judgement on looks who couldn't even recognise his own best friend at the yule ball just because she wore a nice dress. Hermione looked so beautiful that even Malfoy couldn't throw an insult at her. The same girl harry described as 'lots of bushy brown hair, rather large front teeth, brown eyes, Brown hair, bossy short of voice'

As for their friendship, I have stopped caring about their friendship a long time ago. But just for old Times sake, Ron has Hermione by his side. He was willing to get tortured in her place. He stood up against harry when he yelled at her. He found his way back to her after hearing her voice. Even the locket showed his insecurity wasn't harry or his fame himself. It was Hermione preferring harry over him.

He wouldn't need to be envious of Harry. He got what he wanted. Hermione's love. And going by the epilogue where he bagged about him being extremely famous (including complimenting Hermione.. yes even after 19 years he is still smitten asf lol) he was long past his self esteem issues.

After reading your meta on Harry's looks and how James and Sirius are equals because of their similar good looks, now I keep thinking how Ron and Harry are never going to be equals because Ron is weird and unfortunate looking (seriously the way Rowling always describes his looks is almost comical) and he's Harry's follower, never an equal; not to mention if we add Ron's jealousy streak in that mix and now I'm just sad 😭 I do wonder if there's ever going to be some cracks in their friendship after war because of that huge imbalance, because Harry is only going to get better and better after war and I wonder if Ron would be able to handle that.. Great metas anyway!

Omg I can't believe I forgot to answer this!

You are making me feel bad for Ron too, lol.

[the original post is this]

The first thing I should probably say, even if you sort of already said it, is that Harry and Ron are never meant to be equals, and not just in looks. The story never presents them as equals, contrary to James and Sirius. Ron is Harry's helper and he is built as a character to be that (because let's remember that these are characters, not real people, they are tools that serve a bigger picture).

That said, Ron is definitely not conventionally good-looking. Harry is really quite brutal when it comes to describing the looks of his best friends, he has the spirit of an old judgemental grandma.

There's a way in Italian to describe how I think Ron looks that as far as I'm aware doesn't have a translation in English, if it has it then I'm about to give you a completely unnecessary explanation.

In Italian when there's a guy who is average-looking but not in a boring way, you say that he "is a type". This basically means he is a random guy but if you are particularly into certain traits he has then you might think he is cute.

Ron is certainly not handsome but he is very tall, he is a keeper so there's a good chance he has large shoulders, he has blue eyes, he has a long nose, big hands, and lots of freckles. I don't think you can say he is boring-looking.

I also have a hard time imagining someone like Lavender being into a guy who is straight-up ugly.

So, I'd say Ron "is a type".

Now, about Ron and Harry's friendship. I think by the end of the series, Ron has done already a big part of the work he needs to do on himself when it comes to his insecurities in the sense that it would be clear now he has them and that they can lead down a quite dangerous path. Of course, this doesn't mean his insecurities would suddenly disappear, but I also think we need to remember that a lot of things would change after the war, it's simply part of the process of growing up and making new experiences. Ron and Harry would make other friends (not that they would stop being friends between them) and that would do them both some good frankly. I think Ron being able to use his social skills for himself instead of to parent Harry would increase his self-esteem a lot.

Ron going to work with George instead of remaining an auror shows significant personal growth. Wanting to be an auror for Ron seems a bit like his need to be in the Quidditch team, a sort of necessity to prove to himself he is on the same level as his brothers (or better).

Developing himself outside of a person who needs to be there for Harry and being successful with his business would help Ron a lot.

So, while claiming Ron would become a very confident person seems a bit too much, I don't think he would spend his days being envious of Harry.

And strictly in the looks department, I believe it would help a lot the fact that they both already have their witch.

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook:Crossroads(Intro) 🔞

In which you've always been inferior to golden child Jeon Jungkook- the boy with better grades, better manners, better intentions. The boy who everyone knew, everyone loved, including you. The boy with the brilliant future ahead, big intentions and even bigger goals. The boy who cried when you left his side, who got told by his parents that you've taken your life, that you're gone, that you're never coming back. The boy who fell apart, ran away, desperate to forget it all.

Tags/Warnings: childhood friends to ???, dark pasts, mentions of depressive thoughts and medication, mentions of suicide, bad parenting, mentions of drug usage, mentions of sleeping around, more TBA as the story progresses

Additional Chapter Warnings: heartbreak, depression, mentions of suicide and self-harm, fluff lol but it's very little, Major Angst

Chapter Length: long

⚠This is not an easy fic. It covers very harsh subjects such as mental health, depression and self-destruction. Please seek out help if you need it. You're worth someone else's time, believe me.

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"You really shouldn't be doing that, what if you hurt yourself?!" Jungkook urgently tells you, carefully setting you down after letting you jump into his arms from the fence you'd climbed over.

"Nah, you'll always catch me." you tell him instead with a grin, tapping the tip of his nose, making him roll his eyes- though he has to grin as well, while you take his hand, swinging it back and forth with every step you both take.

It's sad you can only meet like this these days.

And if his parents knew who he was sneaking out with, he knows he'd be done for- they already hate you for whatever reason there might be. He himself can't see any; you're lovely, caring, a bit overly excited sometimes, but absolutely adorable. "I'm gonna get a tattoo!" you suddenly say hushed, sitting next to him on the swing while he doesn't move on his, looking at you.

"you're 15, no one's gonna tattoo you." he says worriedly, already well aware of your sometimes sneaky tactics of getting your way. You don't take the rules too seriously, and while you don't ever hurt anyone, you like to bend things to fit yourself. "Y/N.." he threatens, and you pout at him, stopping the swing.

"You still don't call me baby." you say playfully dramatic, and he blushes, averting your gaze. But then you get up, and maneuver your legs over his, sitting on his lap while his feet are now flat on the ground to steady you both, your arms around his neck. "say it." you say quietly, and he can't help but be enchanted by the way your lips move.

You're really pretty.

Your black sheer tights are ripped from your mom's cat that plays a little too roughly sometimes, and the silver chain around your neck has a little heart locket hanging from it- a cheesy gift from himself to you, when he'd confessed almost a year ago, a blushing mess in the back of the school.

You'd been his first kiss that day.

"Koo- hey koo, here." you giggle, wind swaying your dyed hair a little so you have to shake it out of your face. "I'm waiting." you say, and he groans stubbornly, throwing his head back in frustration.

"It's weird." he shyly complains, and you laugh, now hugging him closely, head on his shoulder, your breath tickling his neck.

"that's fine." you say quietly, and his arm wraps around you while the other holds the chain of the swing. "I love you." you whisper, and he smiles to himself.

"I love you too." he mumbles, making you giggle in childish excitement, swaying your legs around.

He really wishes he'd called you baby.

He never did.

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His new apartment is nice.

It's a cozy little hideout away from everything, finally a place of his own where he's the one who dictates what happens. There's not much furniture put up even months after moving in, but he's lazy and can't seem to find time these days to really do it.

Right now he's eating cereal on his couch while watching a random docu series on his old playstation 4, the fan of the console buzzing in the background like it always does. He likes white noise like that- it fills the silence in this place, helps him sleep better.

Maybe he should get a pet.

Right now however, as he finishes his breakfast, he needs to actually go out for once and talk to someone. He's been eyeing the tattoo place downtown for a while now, their instagram page full of amazing pieces he'd love to get placed under his skin. There's not much space left in his sleeve tattoo, but it feels awfully empty in one specific spot.

One he doesn't like to look at.

He'd had to wait years to finally get something to cover up the scars, skin by now finally healed enough to support the ink he's going to have settled under it. Finally he will be able to cover it up, let go of that memory.

Hopefully.

The sun outside is harsh, his bucket hat luckily preventing it from shining into his eyes too much. He's constantly got the curtains closed and apartment dark, his eyes aren't used to the natural light outside too much. He technically even needs glasses- maybe he will get one these days.

Inside the parlor, it's awfully nice. He can't help but notice how much more inviting this one looks to the last one he'd visited- everything awfully cozy and simple. "hey." someone says, cat-like eyes scanning him lazily, though not unfriendly at all. "need help?" the young man wonders, and Jungkook nods as he walks closer.

"I've been texting with a Yoongi on Instagram? I'm Jungkook." he explains, and the guys eyes widen a bit before he nods, smiling faintly as he greets him.

"ah, thought it was you but wasn't sure. Here-" Yoongi says, placing a big black book on the counter for Jungkook to browse through just like they'd agreed on. Yoongi knows why he's getting what he's getting, knows the nature of this specific job- and he sympathizes a lot with the younger male. He's had his fair share of darkness in his past as well- though not to the degree Jungkook has had to face.

"What about that one?" Jungkook asks, pointing to a page in the sketch book of templates the studio has to offer, making Yoongi shrug who turns the book around to check.

"That's still free to be used." he informs the younger guy. "the artist isn't in for tattooing today, but I can schedule an appointment if you want. she'd want to make it more personal to you as well- she likes to make shit unique, you know." he tells him.

"can't you do it?" Jungkook wonders, leaning on the front desk next to the sketchbook, lazily so.

"nah. We don't touch stuff that's not ours, unwritten rule." he says, before looking up. "lemme ask her real quick when she's free." he says, before.. Looking underneath the table? Jungkook is confused for a second, before he hears a sleepy voice answer Yoongi's gentle question.

"tomorrow. Wait which one is it?" you wonder, before getting up, eyes still tired and mind a bit hazy.

Jungkook's blood freezes at the sight of you.

"hmhm, tomorrow. Give him my number or something." you simply say, before disappearing again.

"heard her. Tomorrow at 4, make sure to bring a good amount of time. I'll text you her contact and stuff- you okay there?" Yoongi chuckles, while jungkook just nods, walks out, and battles the nausea in his car.

That was you, no doubt. He'd recognize that face anywhere, it's been haunting him for years after all, fueling his nightmares ever since that day his parents spoke to him about what happened. You're not supposed to be here. You're not supposed to be the one to ink his skin tomorrow, you're not supposed to ever cross his path ever again in the first place.

You're supposed to be dead.

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"No-" he says quietly, silently, before he shakes his head frantically. "no. You're lying. She wouldn't." he argues, suddenly feeling as if there's no oxygen left in his lungs.

"Jungkook you know how selfish she's always been." his father sighs. "you'll get over it-" he starts, but Jungkook snaps, at his father, for the first time. His voice is cracking, it's angrily raspy as he barks out his words.

"Don't talk about her like that!" he says, eyes already filling with tears. "she wouldn't.." he says, but his father doesnt back down.

"look at what she did!" he accuses. "ruins your future and then hangs herself the minute she's done playing-"

But the man doesn't get any further as Jungkook's fist collides with the nose of his own father, cartilage cracking disgustingly under the impact, blood flowing seconds after. His mother is holding her hands in front of her open mouth in shock, while Jungkook himself runs out of the house, down the street.

You wouldn't.

He's seen you yesterday, you'd been fine. you'd joked around with him like always, kissed him with that giggle of yours, his sweater baggy on your body as he'd given it to you since it had turned out to be colder than it was supposed to be. He'd seen you shiver- and you'd smiled, before giving him a kiss, calling him baby because you knew it would make him shy.

It had worked.

He trips as he climbs over the fence just like you'd always done, scrapes his shin and palms on the gravel below, but when he walks closer to your apartment complex, he only sees your mother petting her cat near the window of your little balcony, crying.

She's crying.

Why is she crying?

You're not gone.

You wouldnt. You promised to never leave him no matter what life would put between the two of you. You always compared you both to romeo and juliet, but always made sure to add that you'd both have a happy ending, not like the original. You'd beat the odds and live happily ever after. You promised to give him that happy end he always dreamed of.

You wouldn't break your promise.

Right?

He remembers how he'd fallen to his knees right then and there, empty, broken, world suddenly background noise as his brain forces him to imagine you swaying from the ceiling like he's seen in horror movies. He remembers almost pulling his hair out at the thought, unable to deal with those images. He remembers his mother leading him back into his dad's car to drive back home.

♥━━━━━━━━━━━♡━━━━━━━━━━━━♥

He remembers the pain.

He always will.

"You could've told me!" you yell at Yoongi after realizing what just happened.

You sigh, sitting on the floor carelessly before burying your face in your legs.

Jeon Jungkook had been standing in this very place, and you'd agreed to tattoo him tomorrow of all days. That's not even enough time to fake falling sick for fucks' sake!

"I didn't know you knew each other." Yoongi raises his hands in defense. "you two have history?"

"you remember the boy I told you about?" you say quietly, before reaching into your shirt, pulling out the silver locket.

"Oh fuck." Yoongi sighs, squatting down close to you. He remembers that day- you'd finally opened up to him, spilling your heart and explaining why you are the way you are. "hey, maybe he didn't realize it's you. It's been what, 6 years?"

"seven." you correct him, and he gently pats your head.

"I can tell him to not come here tomorrow." Yoongi seriously tells you. "I don't want you to face something you're not comfortable with." he explains, and you look at the inside of the locked, tiny picture faded. "hm?" he tries to break you out of your thoughts.

"he won't stay anyways once he realizes who I am." you say quietly. "after all, he probably hates me." you say.

"who knows." Yoongi tries to reassure. "maybe it's time for your happy ending?" he smiles carefully, but you just start to cry into your knees at that.

There's no way you can face him.

But maybe It's time to face your past.

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[moonflower-rose]

WIP Snip

I was tagged by @tackytigerfic a whole week ago, very tardy of me!

This is from The Dronarry and does not feature any Dronarry lol. It’s actually a bit of Romione.

“You should know better by now than to come to a place like this in shoes like that.” Ron nodded at Hermione’s ankle-breakingly-high heels. The mountains were rocky and unforgiving, even in the little valley where the Sanctuary accommodation was nestled.

“I came straight from literally endless meetings,” Hermione leaned against the table in Ron’s small bungalow. “My feet are killing me, actually.”

“Take them off,” Ron said, looking at her legs, thinking about what’s between them. Still phenomenal. “Get comfortable. Let me use my magic fingers.”

It wasn’t like he was trying to be subtle, but she rolled her eyes at him anyway. “I can’t stay. I just wanted to pop in and say a quick hello before the delegation is expecting me back. We’ve all missed you.”

“You’ve missed me?” Ron did his trademark, folded his arms and let his muscles flex, watched her eyes flick along them. Worked every time. If he’d known at sixteen that all he’d need was biceps and pecs, he could have chucked out that book about chatting up girls.

“We all miss you,” she repeated, exasperated, slightly flushed. “By the way, Neville mentioned your little routine in Portugal. You seem determined to play with fire.”

“It’s my job,” Ron knew it drove her mad when he deliberately misunderstood her. “Dragon wrangler, and all.”

As predicted she rolled her eyes again. “I’m not going to lecture you—”

“You’re kidding,” Ron said. “This would have to be the first time in fifteen years of friendship.”

“Sixteen, and we’re more than just friends,” Hermione crossed those legs of hers, and Ron couldn’t help another look. “And so are you and Harry. And you and I, we’ve managed to get closure—”

“Closed things can always be reopened.” He stepped forward into her personal space and ran his knuckles over the bare skin of her forearm. Her skin pebbled immediately. “Anything you’d like to reopen, Hermione?”

“Ron,” she said softly, licking her lips. “Listen to me. Harry loves Malfoy. And he loves you too, but you two—”

“You don’t need to worry about Harry and me.”

She shook her head, smiling sardonically. “That has never been true. I’ve always had to worry about you, both of you. I don’t want to see this implode and I’d hate to see you hurt.”

Ron clenched his jaw and took her hand. “I know what I’m doing. I know what they’re doing. I’m not blind, Hermione.” He gave her a little smile, squeezed her hand. “Who’s the master chess player, anyway?”

“Malfoy.”

“I’m better.”

She laughed, half a sigh. “Oh, Ron. Please don’t fuck up your life because you’re jealous of Malfoy.”

That stung. He leaned in. “If you keep being so mean to me I might not kiss you.”

His mouth was just grazing her bottom lip when she seemed to come to her senses, and whispered, “I’ve been seeing Theodore Nott.”

“Is it exclusive?” They were so close, he could see the tiny flecks of amber in her eyes.

“A bit.”

He leaned away. “Seems like I can’t win.”

“Ron…”

He smiled at her. “Hey, don’t you have to be going? It’s already four.”

She swore and picked up her handbag—no doubt undetectably extended to some insane degree and stuffed with the secrets of the Ministry. “I’ll call you later, alright?”

“No reception in the Transylvanian Alps.”

Hermione looked at him sternly. “I’ll firecall.”

“Sure,” Ron smiled again. “Sounds good.”

She touched his chest. She always did that, right over the spot where the locket had rested. Like they could all still feel it after a decade of its absence.

“Love you,” Hermione said, low and tender.

“You too. Get going, and don’t break your ankles on the rocks.”

[erischaos]

nobody. pt 1

summary: you just broke up with Johnny, and he seems to be everywhere.

words: less than 900

inspired by “nobody” by mitsky, but not that much.

tags: pure angst to be honest. i’m sorry

READ PART TWO HERE

Your alarm went off at the usual time, very early in the morning. You found yourself hugging your pillow and feeling cold, sighing out loud you got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom, not without first grabbing your toothbrush so you could get some extra minutes brushing your teeth in the shower. When you opened your drawer to grab it, his toothbrush was still there. Of course you forgot to dump it but whatever, closing it with more force than need it you started to shower. His shampoo was there too, so you turned around, trying to ignore the pain in your chest.

Once you were woke enough you decided it was time to get out the shower and start getting ready to go to work. You had an outfit in mind for today, mostly black, so you started to go through your clothes hanger by hanger. How many of his shirts you had? As soon you arrive home you were going to throw everything but now you were in a hurry, and while doing your make up you looked yourself in the eyes. They were red, and you had some serious eye bags. The break up was very recent, but there was nothing to do about it, time and work were too harsh on your love, and fighting for it didn't seem worth it at that time, neither it does now but it made you think. Would you ever be loved again? With all your flaws? He never seemed to mind any of it, in fact he always told you he loved you with all your flaws because they made you real, and you were his, and there wasn't anything more perfect than you. You will never find another Johnny and you had to live with it. Maybe in another time, another life, who knows how destiny works.

When you finished you rushed to the kitchen to have breakfast but the time was against you, so you decided to have breakfast in the way, maybe buy a coffee and something sweet. Mindlessly grabbing your keys you noticed they were a little heavier so you looked at them, of course, you grabbed his, when he left he left everything and of course he wasn't going to keep the extra keys you gave him in case of an emergency, or a surprise party or whatever. The reason of why they weighted so much was the key chain, a little heart locket with a picture of you two, that you had too, but it was in the first drawer you found after one of your mental breakdowns, when you decided you never wanted to see a picture of you two together again.

Grabbing your actual keys you left, on the way out you came across the newlyweds from the first floor, you said good morning and rushed down the stairs even faster and almost ran outside. It was like life was joking with you today. Everyday you brushed your teeth and his toothbrush wasn't that obvious, everyday you opened your closet and never noticed his shirts until today, everyday for almost a month you tried to avoid his existence but today, today he was in your house more than ever.

When you arrived at the cafeteria it was collapsed, and looking at the clock you blurted, more loud than what you intended "fuck me", making a mother with her child turn their heads looking at you disgusted. Saying sorry and pulling out google maps to see where the closest cafeteria was you found one two blocks away and started to speed walk. You had less than thirty minutes if you wanted to be on time. The cafeteria was mostly empty and it was huge, it had two doors, one in the main street, and the other one in the less traveled street that you were walking on, and also two counters, one in each side. You went straight to the closest counter and asked for your usual take out breakfast , but when you were about to paid you dropped your wallet, you were so nervous that your hands were mild shaking, besides the empty stomach.

In less than two minutes you got your coffee and your cinnamon roll, and you decided that it was more convenient for you to take the main street. After saying bye and thanks to the employee you headed to the second door, and then you saw him.

Almost in front of you was Johnny, almost as disheveled as you, and when you made eye contact all the memories you were repressing started to come back. The kisses, the laughs, the sex, the movie nights, the long and warm hugs after a long day, waking up next to him, the infinite love confessions, but also the fights, you both ignoring each other, the bickering all the time for dumb shit, the tears, the pain, the loneliness and the cold you both felt within each other over the last few months. But you both made your choice, and you both exited through different doors, accidentally brushing each other shoulders.

Once outside, just before crossing the street, holding the tears you turned around, and saw him walk away, he didn't looked back at you, and you watched him leave for the last time.

“I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog.” -Lemony Snicket.

hey heyyyy!! im back. i got inspired while listening to mitsky and i decided to write this at like 5am so please forgive me for any mistakes. you know that part of the song when the second chorus hits?? well, in my head, thats the moment when they make eye contact lol, well anyways thank you for reading me, stay healthy, byebye<3

[chazz-anova]

FC5 OC Inventory!

tagged by my dear @strafethesesinners thank you love! since Veronica is the character I play in game, I'll do this for her :)

Rules: Bold everything your OC has in their inventory and tag someone. If you do not have a specific OC do this for your personal player character. Feel free to specify anything about an item in [brackets]! There is a free space for items still missing at the end of this.

Veronica Rook

BAG

backpack [her signature red backpack lol] | shoulder pack | duffle bag | drawstring bag | waist pack | purse | pants pockets | jacket pockets

WEAPONS

fists | brass knuckles | shovel | axe | wooden baseball bat [she prefers the wooden ones because the feeling of one cracking against a peggie's skull is one of her favorites] | aluminum bat | paddle | pipe | tree branch [she'll pick one up if she doesn't have anything else] throwing knife | butterfly knife | hunting knife | combat knife | machete .44 Magnum | P08 | P226 | 1911 | A-99 | SMG-11 | D2 | M-79 SBS | 1887 | M133 MP40 | MP5 | MP34 | BZ19 45/70 | MS16 | M-16 | AK-47 | AR-C | BP-2 .308 Carbine | MBP .50 | AR-CL | SA-50 | SVD MG42 | M249 | M60 RAT4 | RPG-7 | shovel launcher | flamethrower | Magnopulser bear spray [something she learned to carry the hard way] | smoke grenades | molotovs | dynamite | grenades | pipe bombs | proximity explosives | remote explosives slingshot | recurve bow | compound bow

GUN ATTACHMENTS

scope | suppressor | extended magazine

APPAREL

ellbow pads | knee pads | wrist guards | bullet proof vest | Junior Deputy uniform [stashed on Dutch's island] | shirt | pants | skirt | dress | scarf | cowboy hat | cap | helmet | mask | gloves | sneakers | boots | jacket | necklace | bracelet | rings | watch | flower crown | sunglasses | glasses | a change of clothes | a change of underwear

HEALTH + CONSUMABLES

canteen | oregano ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) | liquor | cigarettes | bliss (drug) | medkit | tampons | pads | inhaler | painkillers | burn cream [ESPECIALLY when she's with Sharky] | contacts | moisturizer | perfume | homeopathics | bait | hides | bliss flowers | blue lupines | jimson weed | mustard flowers | prairie fire | prickly lettuce | bliss oil | fangs for hire treats

TOOLS

repair tool | fishing rod | hunting traps [she doesn't carry them but she will make them if need be]| snares | lockpicks | grapple | rope | wingsuit + parachute | binoculars | compass | lighter | pliers | camping dishes | fork | knife | spoon [all of the camping dishes and whatnot she carries when she doesn't have a room to stay readily available] | flashlight | radio

COLLECTIBLES

Cougar’s baseball card | Cheeseburger bobblehead | Mars comic | Vietnam comic | Zombie comic | Birds Today magazine  | Fishing magazine | Hunting magazine | Western Flora magazine  | Vietnam lighter | Vinyl LPs | McHelen 57 whiskey [all collectibles she has, she's stored in various stashes around Hope County]

FOOD

rations for themselves | rations for others [sometimes] | candy | instant coffee | tea bags | energy bars | peanut butter | crackers | trailmix | instant noodles | canned soup | baked beans | hot dog buns | nuts | cookies | oats | chocolate | hot dogs | gum | chips | marshmallows | string cheese | jerky | energy drink | iced tea | soda | beer

MISC

pen | pencil | journal | sketchbook | notepad | map | kindling | keys | lose coins | VHS tape | spray paint | soap [hotel soaps from the general store lol] | comb | brush | hair ties | razor | lipstick | pocket lint | rosary | cassette tape or CD | Hope County Sheriff’s Department badge [stored in her backpack] | camping stove | tent [pretty much only in the Whitetails] | sleeping bag

ANYTHING ELSE? (sentimental items, religious paraphernalia etc.)

She carries her wallet modeled after the one from Pulp Fiction, in her wallet is a note that her mom wrote for her on her first day as a junior dep, a heart-shaped locket her grandma gave her, and a golden emerald band that John gave her

tagging @chyrstis @johnnycranes @shallow-gravy and anyone else who'd like to do it

[goldeneyedgirl]

TwiFicMas2020 Day 1: Anathema

It’s that time of year again - when I bombard you with fic I’ve written over the year and haven’t posted, whether it is an outtake, part of a WIP, or something that ended up going sideways but still had some cool bits I was proud of. 

Everything will be tracked under the ‘TwiFicMas2020′ and ‘FicMas2020′ tags. Most fics are incomplete scenes - “--” is a scene break, “//” means that there’s a cut - it’s probably not yet written. 

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First up is Anathema, the fourth or fifth attempt at the ‘Alice works in a mortuary/funeral home’ idea that refuses to solidify itself - though I think I’m getting closer. I enjoy the idea that Charlie Swan is in on Forks’ secrets (before Jacob strips in front of him, lol) and I am always here for the supernatural world being more than just vampires and shifters. 

I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading!

The day the Cullens arrive in Forks, two things happen.

The first, I draw both Death, and the Wheel of Fortune. A combination that, frankly, sounds time-consuming. I lie in bed and contemplate them for awhile. The cards are soft, from lifetimes of passing from hand to hand (my dearest and most beloved Great-Aunt Jeanne passed this set to me when she died. At the time, I was too young to understand the true gift in cards that had never before been touched by Brandon hands - before mine.) The cards are illustrated so carefully, so detailed. They smell like dried lavender and the scrap of linen that I wrap them in, and there is something so reassuring about each and every card.

I draw my cards every few days before I get up. I find it calming, the shuffle of them against my fingers, as I let my dreams fade. It’s a quiet time, and one I savour.

Eventually, I do have to get up, though. No rest for the wicked. The cards go back into the wooden jewellery box some young man carved for some young woman in Jeanie’s family long before I was even a glimpse of a thought, and back into my nightstand drawer.

I - we - live on the first floor of the Brandon Funeral Home, a perfectly respectable converted Georgian house at the end of Main Street, where it sweeps around to Cedar Road. It’s a shit place to have a corner, and more than once speed racers have spun out; whoever’s scraped off the road and our front walk usually end up in the freezers in the basement.

But I digress.

Breakfast is mundane. Dulcie is there, hair in curlers, and a frown on her face when she realises I am not dressed. I sit crosslegged across two thrift-store chairs in my camisole and booty shorts, spooning jam onto toast with the precision of a good scientist and ignore her reminding me of my dressing gown (a sturdy pink-flower print flannel that is buried in my closet. My preferred robe, a thin grey kimono, is currently in my laundry pile) and ‘common decency’, as if my elderly great-uncle is looking to leer at the decided lack of anything I have up north or down south.

Dulcie is… Dulcie. No replacement for Aunt Jeanie, but a good woman. I find it funny that Uncle Freddie is an old man now, and he still reels ‘em in. Or he would if Jeanie’s death hadn’t broken, shattered, and wrecked him. Dulcie worked for us for a few years before she set her eyes on the top bedroom and changing ‘Dulcie Dunn-Stanley’ to ‘Dulcie Brandon’.

Oh, that sounds very jaded. It’s mutual, Freddie and Dulcie. Their courtship was glacial and it’s really only recently that Dulcie’s been hinting about heading to the court house. And, honestly, whatever makes Uncle Freddie happy. Dulcie’s kind to me, we mostly get along, and her attempts to mother me are so far inconsistent - but she is usually pretty respectful.

My uncle lingers over his food; he’s got a new book open at his elbow, and no one can pry my uncle away from his books. They’re usually hardcover, non-fiction. Most of the boxes stored in the third floor are my uncles books.

After breakfast, I am banished to get dressed for work, which is in the basement today, where I am to be the hands as we prepare one Lewis Fletcher for his Saturday morning funeral. There’s a sack of bagged organs resting in the chest cavity, from the autopsy (elk or deer attack, the report says), and I get to stitch Lewis back together, get to fill him full of chemicals, seal things with putty, and get to face painting. The Fletchers are a pretty ordinary family locally, and the service will be simple - they were very agreeable when Freddie met with them last week.

I put my music on and hum as I prepare my kit. It’s no secret that an unqualified teenage girl doing this work probably breaks a lot of laws, but Freddie’s hands aren’t as steady as they used to be, and he’s old enough to remember when a family business meant that the younger generation was trained by the older at home, no degrees or certifications necessary.

Sometimes I wonder what Jeanie would have thought, me working down here like this. Would she have understood? Would she have been mad or upset or disappointed?

We’ll never know.

Freddie fetches us both a cup of tea, and hovers at my shoulder as I piece together Mr Fletcher’s chest cavity.

“Smaller stitches, Alice,” Freddie says, inspecting my work carefully. “Redo that section, stitch closer together, and small stitches.”

I nod, turning around to grab a scalpel from the tray beside me to cut the wonky stitches free and start again, and I freeze as the ice-cold feeling envelopes me. No, no, no it’s been so long…

For a moment, I am unfixed in time and space. I am still in the basement, with the buzzing fluorescent lights, and smooth metal drawers and cupboards, the stink of formaldehyde. But instead of a clean, bare second table, I am lying there. But I’m not dead, and I’m not alone. It’s him. The boy - man? - I’ve been seeing for so long, in visions and dreams. He’s hovering above me, a veritable sculpture of pale flesh as he peels off his shirt, our mouths still fused together, my hands gripping his hips. I am a much less collected figure, with my tights around my knees, one shoe still on and my shirt hiked up over my bra. Vision-Me pulls away to say something, and He laughs, and it’s then the light catches his eyes. Dark gold.

Golden-eyes.

“Oh fuck,” Real-Me says, and somehow Vision-Him knows I’m Seeing and looks right at me, where I’m standing with a scalpel in my hand.

“Alice?” My uncle’s hand on my shoulders brings me right back to the right point in time and space.

It’s at the point I hit the floor, manage to stab myself quite viciously with the scalpel and my uncle starts cussing.

It’s been a while between visions.

//

The Council was basically the reason Freddie and I stayed in Forks. It was a fifty-fifty split between honouring Jeanie’s wishes, and keeping me safe and out of sight - as if my aspirations were towards a Vegas nightclub act or international pop star. I wasn’t entirely clueless.  

Forks was built in a special place. A place where the barriers between the ordinary and the extraordinary were a little thinner, where the supernatural were drawn to. Jeanie had theorised that was why the Quileute were able to tap into their spirit wolves so easily, and why the gene remained so strong, father to son without a constant presence of their enemies. I didn’t know enough of their history to have an opinion, but Forks was definitely a place with an interesting history that very few people knew - even I only knew a fraction of everything that happened, past and present. There were very few written accounts; most of the histories were oral and passed down on a strict need-to-know basis.

The Council were definitely in the know, and had been for generations. There was Billy Black, Sue and Harry Clearwater representing the Quileute tribe, there was Charlie Swan representing Forks and everyone not in the know, and there was Freddie and I. Freddie, was technically Jeanie’s representative, and was the Mediator between the Ordinary and the Others. Jeanie’s family had been Mediators for generations, but she’d never had children, so all of that had somehow fallen onto Freddie - and me.

It was extremely useful to have the Police Chief and a Mortician working the Council - we’d had to fudge more than a few deaths. There was always someone or something passing through the Olympic Peninsula, and we’d negotiated, challenged, threatened, and banished more than a few creatures over the last few years.

Technically, all parties were allowed to bring their apprentice representative, but I was the only one of the next generation who attended. Charlie Swan had made it clear he didn’t want his daughter involved in any of this, and both Billy and the Clearwaters had decided that their kids were too young to know exactly what went on around here. I figured in a decade or so, it would just be me, Seth, and Jacob Black (no way would Leah hang around just for this shit show), drinking beer in the woods and deciding whether to burn or bury.

But tonight’s meeting was Special. Despite the fact I’d been drawing nonsensical cards for days now - the Star, the Tower, and Justice - no visions had appeared beyond a dream about a locket with ‘W’ engraved on it. I’d expected a fairly normal meeting, until Freddie had let me in on the plan - we were, apparently, meeting with the Cullen family. No one had informed me exactly what or who the Cullens were, only that they had a ‘fourth seat’ in the Council that they’d been entitled to since the ‘30s. I’d have to go through Jeanie’s diaries again - there were boxes of them in storage, and Jeanie had useful tidbits dotted throughout.

So that was why I was in the forest with my grandfather, shivering underneath two coats and in my new fleecy boots, standing around a fire pit that didn’t really do much more than illuminate the burning wood; the lanterns we’d brought were more effective.

Some days I really wished Leah or Seth or Jacob Black would attend these meetings; they’d certainly liven up these meetings a bit.

“They’ll be here soon,” Billy Black said grimly. Billy Black had it worse than the rest of us - getting out to this part of the forest was awkward and time-consuming with his wheelchair. Since these meetings were clandestine, we couldn’t build a proper track.

“The terms are staying the same?” Charlie asked, sipping from a paper cup of coffee Sue had pressed on him.

Billy frowned. “We aren’t here to renegotiate, but we will listen to their petition if they have one,” he said finally.

“What are the existing terms?” I asked, nudging a mossy rock with my toe.

“We’ll go over that later on, Alice,” Freddie said, watching the woods carefully.

Fine, obstruct my completely transparent attempt at finding out what was actually going on. I was definitely intrigued by the idea this clan had a ‘seat’ at the Council, but it involve negotiations? The only creature I could think of that would fit that kind of profile would be some kind of shifter.

I was bored.

And then the mysterious Cullens arrived.

They came out of the woods like a mist; slowly but all at once. They kept a respectful distance away from the fire pit, clad in pristine new clothing that was a touch too light for the cold weather but was good quality. There were three of them - a blond man, a brunette woman, and a red-haired boy - all three of them taller than average, and pale as snow. And they were lovely, as if Grecian statues had climbed down from their plinth and wandered off.

“Hello,” the man said, nodding at us politely. “Thank you for welcoming us to this meeting.”

“You’ve a right to be here, as outlined in the treaty,” Billy Black said sternly. “This is the current Council - Charlie Swan for Forks. My self, Billy Black, and Harry and Sue Clearwater for the Quileute tribe. Fred Brandon as Mediator. Carlisle Cullen for the Cullen Coven.”

Coven meant vampires. That dampened my spirits a little; my history with vampires was messy. Plus the few vampires that had ventured into this area had been unpleasant experiences. But as I stared at the Cullen coven, I noticed their eyes.

Golden, like liquid light.

Was He one of them? Was the Cullen coven only these three, or where there more?

“And the young lady?” Carlisle Cullen said, looking in my direction.

“My niece,” Freddie said in a no-nonsense tone. “Shall we begin?”

“I assume Ursula Altis has since passed? My condolences to her family,” Carlisle Cullen said. “I had a great respect for Ursula.”

“Yes. Ursula’s apprentice passed on several years ago, and she named Fred and Alice as her successors,” Harry said.

“I am sorry for your loss,” Carlisle Cullen nodded at Freddie and I. I half-smiled back at him. Jeanie had been gone a long time but I still missed her.

“This is my wife, Esme, and my oldest son Edward,” Carlisle gestured to his two companions.

“Oldest son?” Charlie Swan said sharply.

“Yes - I have three others, but we did not want to overwhelm you,” Carlisle said. “They are here, if you would like to meet them?”

“Yes. We want to know the entirety of your coven,” Harry said bluntly.

Carlisle grimaced and nodded. “Of course. My other children - Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper.”

Three more Cullens materialised from behind Carlisle Cullen - a tall blonde girl who was utterly breathtaking to look at, had a displeased expression, and was wearing the genuine designer version of my knock-off winter coat. The second was a bear of a man, with the friendliest face, and curly black hair, who winked at me as he wrapped an arm around the blonde girl’s shoulders.

And then a lanky blond boy with a dark expression and wavy blond hair, who hovered in the shadows, his features mostly obscured. All of them had the same golden eyes, the same pallor and dark under-eye circles. But they didn’t look or behave like other nomads that had passed through. They looked… like a nice family.

Maybe in a decade, Jacob, Seth, and I would be joined by Emmett Cullen for the ‘burn or bury’ booze up. He looked like he’d be the most up for livening up these meetings.

“Your family has grown.” Billy’s voice was accusing, and I turned to look at his stern expression.

“My son, Jasper, joined us in 1965,” Carlisle Cullen said politely, “Looking for a different lifestyle. We have abided by your terms, and would not have returned to this area if we were not prepared to continue to do so.”

The Quiluetes weren’t thrilled with that news, and Charlie just looked kind of tired. Freddie was taking notes on his phone, and I was just cold and getting bored again… until I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye.

Jasper was prowling away from the others, closer to me, where I stood at my uncle’s side. Both eyes were on me, like liquid amber, and I finally got a good look at him.

Jasper was Him - the boy hovering over me, half-dressed on the gurney; the boy kissing my scar, and sliding in behind me in the shower. The boy that had hovered at the edges of my visions and dreams since I was young, with adoration in his eyes and gentle touches.

The boy I’d love so fiercely and deeply…

Talk about a terrible time to finally meet.

“Oh fuck,” I said, as I looked at him, eyes wide. All those wretched cliches that terrible books write about happened at that moment. I was enchanted, besotted, and absolutely irrevocably attached to this Jasper Cullen. He was mine.

“Step back!” Harry barked out, but Jasper Cullen ignored him, watching me carefully. I couldn’t help myself; I smiled brightly at him, and he kept moving towards me. Flashes of knowledge were appearing in my head, and for some reasons I kept seeing the Lovers card, still in my deck at home. I could hear people talking, getting angry, but it was like the buzz of insects as Jasper Cullen got closer to me. His hand reached out slowly, to stroke the curve of my cheek, studying me with the strangest look on his face.

And then the pain hit, like someone had shoved an ice pick through my left eye and into my brain. The visions were folding over and over, like origami, before I could decipher them. Choices being made, minds changing, so fast I could keep up. I heard myself cry out as I fell, and then everything was dark.

Then I was seeing things in real time. The way I fell, blood running from my nose, to everyone’s utter horror. My eyes were rolled back in my head, and my body jerked in a seizure a few times before I was still.

But no one could get near me. As soon as I had fallen, Jasper had crouched over my prone form, with a horrified look on his face. Everyone was yelling and trying to get closer, and Jasper let out a snarl that was, frankly, terrifying before refocusing on me, taking my hand and plucking my glove off it, to rest against his own cheek. Whatever that was supposed to achieve did nothing, and whilst everyone else was yelling and bickering, he let out a low whine that was so pathetic, if I’d had any control over my body, I would have sat up and given him a hug.

Then Carlisle Cullen placed his hands up to the Council in a gesture of peace and nodded to Emmett before approaching Jasper.

The conversation would have been too low for anyone else to hear, but not me, in whatever kind of vision this was.

“Jasper, I understand,” Carlisle Cullen said in a low voice. “But she’s got a medical condition, you need to let her people take care of her.”

Jasper growled low, Emmett’s hand on his shoulder.

“Bro, c’mon,” he said. “You’re scaring them,” he nodded over his shoulder. Sue’s face was white with fear, and I was scared that Harry was going to stroke out on the spot.

And I was there, Sleeping Beauty, with a smear of fresh blood on my face.

“I can’t,” Jasper seemed to force out between gritted teeth. “She’s mine.” It was said with determination and desperation, and a deep tenderness.

I was pleased that whatever my embarrassing collapse had been, at least I knew we were on the same page -that we knew each other and we knew each other.

And just like that, like they were magic words, my eyes open and I was back in reality, staring up at the man-boy who was staring at me like I held the secrets to the universe.

“Alice, did he hurt you?” Freddie called out in a strained voice.

“No, that was me. Too much new information,” I said, as I began to sit up, Jasper sliding my glove back on my hand before I realised it was still missing. He held out his hand to help me up, his touch so careful and gentle.

“Okay, good. Come over here,” Freddie motioned for me to move to where the group seemed to have bunched across from the Cullens. Charlie Swan looked murderous. “She’s nothing to you, boy, just let her go.”

I winced when Freddie said that, realising immediately it was like a red flag to a bull, and all of a sudden there was a lot of motion. Jasper growled, attempting to shove me behind him - to protect me? - whilst Emmett and Carlisle Cullen decided it was time to get Jasper physically under control, and pulled him back towards where the rest of the family was standing.

I tripped over a rock and stumbled but righted myself as Jasper was bodily dragged back to where Esme, Rosalie, and Edward Cullen were waiting, looking worried.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Mrs Cullen asked as I moved back to Freddie’s side, where he quickly clasped me to him, giving me the once over.

“I’m fine,” I said before catching Emmett having bent Jasper’s arms behind  his back at a hideous angle, his knee digging into Jasper’s spine. “Oh, don’t hurt him! Please!” I made a move towards them but Sue grabbed my arm, and Jasper turned to stare at me with what I can only describe as hope.

“I think this meeting is done,” Charlie Swan said finally. “You agree to maintain the existing treaty - that’s all we need. Thank you for coming.”

“Of course, we don’t want to cause any issues,” Mrs Cullen said, and Freddie snorted, shielding me with his body.

I felt like a prisoner being frog-marched back to the car.

“Back at the Brandon’s?” Charlie said, as we arrived at the cars.

“Of course,” Freddie said. “Coffee and debrief.”

//

[bonniemacfarlane]

30 Questions!

got tagged by @callthedarknessdown! thank u sm isabell :o)) 💌💌

RULES: answer these 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better

name/nickname: just nat -- which is actually a nickname, it’s short for my full first name 

gender: female i guess

star sign: libra

height: 5′2″

birthday: october 13th

time: 3:55 PM

favorite bands: the paper kites, first aid kit, the staves, amber run, wild rivers

favorite solo artists: aurora asknes, gregory alan isakov, novo amor, ira wolf, old sea brigade

song stuck in my head: hello my old heart - the oh hellos

last movie: aaahhh i can’t remember but honestly i think it was tangled (2010)

last show: i rewatched the ‘our planet’ series on netflix haha

when did i create this blog: like a couple months ago :o)

what do i post: this blog is for video game stuff, but a majority of it is for the red dead redemption series :-)) i post my own pictures and gifs when i can

last thing googled: “open web spotify” -- aaahhhh my spotify app is currently broken right now lol

other blogs: this blog is actually a sideblog, my main is @youngnorth! it’s mostly photography, but memes and stuff too considering it’s my main. i also have a music blog! @ioadkoh

do i get asks: hmm not super often, usually for chain mail and ask games but i appreciate everything :)) 

why i chose my url: to be honest.... i might change it in the future but i like it right now too, it’s because of that one scene in red dead redemption where bonnie macfarlane insists john just calls her “bonnie” instead of “miss macfarlane”, but he calls her ‘miss’ anyway. just a little thing

following: 427

followers: now that’s? between me and god 🤧 i’m not one to talk about follower counts but i’m so appreciative of all of you <3

average hours of sleep: around 6 or 7, but it’s longer on the weekends

lucky number: not sure i really have one

instruments: i play cello and guitar :)

what am i wearing: this ditsy print dress and a wool trenchcoat, cool locket-type necklace my friend gave me and some gloves

dream job: i’m not really sure still, it’s always been veterinarian but i just want something to work with animals that i’ll enjoy and won’t be too stressed about

dream trip: scandinavia as a whole

favorite food: sushi/sashimi

nationality: american

favorite song: i don’t have one overarching favorite song, but the stable song - gregory alan isakov is often a current favorite

last book read: i don’t read as much as i would like; i wish i had more books in my house. but i think it was the jungle by upton sinclair -- i needed to read it for one of my classes

top three fictional universes i’d like to live in: i... can’t think right now or choose but the animal crossing world seems so peaceful and pretty

tagging @seravph // @vanderlindeee // @penis22 // @foundynnel // @my-funky-little-cowboy // @azurejewel // @pronghornranch // @prairiemule // @publicimageltd // @thegunslingerstragedy :-) no pressure, as usual!! 💟💟

[nabrizoya]

Do you really think Jesse might actually be a bad guy who was using Lucie all along and knows more than he appears? That would actually hurt me a lot lol

I’d kill him and then myself lol.

No, but plot wise, it is an interesting point of view. For that, let’s analyze Jesse’s character.

We know, pre-death too, Jesse never had a good childhood. He grew up with Tatiana who probably ate his ear off, instilling in him a deep sense of loathing and lack of trust in other shadowhunters. There will be a small part of him that still would be longing for the childhood he never had, thanks to his sickness. There will also be anger, which I’m very interested to see shaping Jesse’s arc. Besides, there’s many things we do not have any idea about when we’re talking about Jesse and CoI is said to be the book of secrets.

We know how much importance Lucie gives to Jesse’s eyes. They are an integral part of what Lucie perceives him as. His eyes were the only colour to his face, to him entirely.

That raises another question. Jesse was not wearing the locket when he became a newly turned ghost. ... Right? Yes?

Also, here’s the thing though; towards the end of the book, the last interaction between Jesse and Lucie, something’s said that kinda bothers me:

Jesse’s eyes were nearly black. “You need not owe the dead, Lucie.”

Doesn’t it strike you as a weird development in his eye colour? The lack of colour could be a result of his lack of solidity, the last breath business, but that’s still a detail that nags me.

And then we have the ghost from the ballroom when Lucie was creeping about to meet Jesse. She saw the blond head with a hard twist to his mouth that she mentions is very familiar. And the official shadowhunters wikia page too has confirmed it as Nate Gray, Tessa’s traitorous brother. Why was he sighted at the ballroom, in the same room as Jesse Blackthorn, is a question.

In the floriography card, there’s a tracking rune on his arm. It’s possible that it is by now an error of continuity because Jesse is clearly mentioned to ‘have his sleeves rolled up to his elbows’ and from what skin was visible from there, there are no runes on him. So Jesse bearing the tracking rune, while is possible, seems slightly unlikely given the placement of it being on Jesse’s forearm.

Now having said all that, here are a few developments that I think I can see/ possibly would love to see in Jesse Blackthorn. That brings us to the theories: (I sound like Ryan lol)

Jesse might be (partly) in league with Belial. He could be playing the double role of preparing Lucie to understand her powers for Belial, but fiercely protecting her with his own life(?) that when the circumstance presents itself, he WILL side with all the other young shadowhunters and Lucie.

Secondly, there’s a possibility that instead of Lucie or James, Jesse will become the shadowhunter who Belial will possess to manifest his complete self. Though it will be for a short period of time, possibly, because firstly, he’s too weak, even as a mundane and worse so as a shadowhunter and secondly, he’s still newly risen from the dead so the restrictions and limitations (like how Kronos faces in The Last Olympian when he took control of... yeah, that) in movement and agility that raising a corpse from the dead will bring.

Jesse is more perceptible to exposure to Belial or his puny minions because he is an odd ghost. Contact with Tatiana would be minimal and Grace is away, secure (almost out of the way? but not quite) and Nate Gray is there on Belial’s orders to keep an eye on Jesse. This theory needs more polishing because Grace, though she is kinda free from the abuse of Tatiana, she is still her mother’s blade and will remain so, which will make Belial conveying his orders to her/ through her easier. Either way, I want to believe that Belial, now that he knows James isn’t going to be very willing, will use Jesse as the bait to lure Lucie, with or without Jesse’s knowledge. That is possibility only, but I’m very sure that neither of them are so stupid.

There’s another opportunity for Belial: to take possession of Lucie because by then, Lucie’s powers will have begun to actually show her her powers. Now it will be the test for Jesse, perhaps in CoT, on how he would be obstinate to bring Lucie back, just how she had brought him back. Sounds good for the drama, but we’re talking theories here and in Will Herondale’s golden words: “We live in a world of possibilities.” ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Whatever be the case, neither Jesse nor Grace have an easy path to walk and- gods, can Chain of Iron just be released already? Oof.

Thanks for your ask anon! Tagging @adrearner, @immyownghostwriter, @valevic and @lex-malla--lex-nulla to further theorize(?).

[isidar-mithrim]

Tag game

Thank you for the tag @fightfortherightsofhouseelves and @clarensjoy!! 

Also, I’ll take this opportunity to apologize for all the tag-chain/game I ignored lately! I’m quite busy this period and while I do still check tumblr almost daily – especially now that I can’t wait for new @giblimort‘s amazing portraits *_* – it’s more like a few-minute scroll in the homepage and maybe read the occasional ficlet so I might miss the tags or more probably I might be lazy about answering them ^^’ But it always makes me smile that someone thought of me, so be aware that it’s appreciated and it makes my day lighter <3 @narukoibito @sybill-the-seer @ballerinaroy and I’m surely forgetting someone ^^’

Fandoms: Harry Potter, the one and only ;)

Where you post: Tumblr and Ao3, but I also have an account on the italian fan fiction page EFP (but my last stories are missing and most of the old ones that I’ve translated needs to be changed/edited, so I would kinda beg any passing italians to read them in English or ask me what version I would suggest XD). And one on Wattpad that I haven’t updated in a long while...

Most popular one-shot: Well I’m not sure what defines “popular” here, so I’ll kinda cheat and check the Ao3 stats I think for the first time ever and give you:

one for “most hits”: Fantasies [NSFW and basically Hinny PWP, so maybe I shouldn’t be surprised it’s the one with most hits XD]

one for “most kudos”: Standing on tiptoe [whoa, hadn’t seen it coming!]

one for “most bookmarks”: Letters for beyond (featuring the Potters)

one for “most comment threads”: so there are 4 with the same number, two of them are the two above, and between the remaining two I’ll pick A new beginning, a post-war chat between Harry and Neville ^^

Most popular multi-chapter: among my only two proper multi chapters, of which one is incomplete so far and with just 2 chapter and the other is complete with just 3 short chapter (what an achievement XD), Better than fireworks  is the one among all of my stories, including one shots, with “most bookmark”, “most subscriptions” (by far) and also “most comments threads”: [all this support is absolutely amazing, but I admit also kinda make me feel guilty because it’s almost been a year since I posted it and promised to finish it, ups ^^’ And the ironic thing is that I still plan too. One day. Maybe XD]

But I’ll also cheat a little bit again, naming a4 one-shots series, “Have a biscuit”. If you like Neville and McGonagall, I’ll be honored if you’d give it a try ^^

Favourite story written so far: Ahhh that’s a tough one, I tend to be quite fond of my stories (yay for the modesty, lol – I swear that when I’m not that thrilled I always admit it, though XD)... Let’s say “As though by a mother” but I might give a different answer in a week XD

Fic you were nervous to post: I’m not sure I’m never actually “nervous” before posting (more like, afraid that the story won’t appreciated as a I hope/that it won’t interest people), but I guess I must have been a bit nervous before posting my first ever pic translated in English, which also happens to have a not-so-usual writing style: And yet it tastes good

How you choose your titles: Ahhhh, good question. I guess it depends. Tbh I’m not that good at titles, or sometime I have a (supposedly) great one in Italian that doesn’t really translate (or isn’t that good) in English or viceversa. [Example: the “Have a biscuit” serie has English titles that I like way better than the italians, but a story like “Souls of Ink”, while having a good ring in English, to me it’s way more powerful and poetic in Italian, “Anime d’inchiostro”].

Sometimes I don’t have a title until the end and I kinda throw something there, sometimes I have the title from the very beginning and it could be a big part in inspiring the story. I tend to use title that are neither too short nor too long, and I don’t usually use songs quotes or the like. Plus, I’m very happy if the words/phrasing of the title recur literally or metaphorically in the story! I also try to match the “feeling” of the title (and the summary) with the “feeling” of the story. Like, I’d go for a more poetic/dramatic one for an angst story, and for a more comedic-like one for something more fluffy or silly.

Complete: Well, that’s easy, since I mostly stay away from multi-chapters XD (and for good reasons – see above XD) All my one shots, and most of my “closed” series, as in, series that I imagined with a beginning and an end or something like that (so, series like “Next Generation” don’t really have a complete/incomplete status) 

In progress: Again “Better than Fireworks”, and I’ve also just realised that I’ve yet to finish translating (despite being at a decent point) the second and last chapter of “Of Matilda, war and Peace” [speaking about being bad a title, lol XD] Ups ^^’

Coming soon/Not yet started: ahhh coming soon probably nothing, ehm, but I’ve at least 4 one shots in the making and that I want to finish one day (most of them started months if not a years ago... I’ll list them below), plus the draft for the rest of Better than Fireworks, plus several random missing-moments or AUs ideas and a long Hinny post-war story started few years ago in Italian (roughly 100.000 written) that needs to be heavily rewritten, translated and possibly finished ^^ Same for a shorter bit of a Jily seventh-year story, if we have to say it all...

“Ghost of the past”, a Hinny one shot from Ginny’s pov with a difficult conversation – I’m very fond of this one, but I have to work on the second part/end. The first/main part is finished and even betaed by the amazing @narukoibito! <3

“Of those who stayed”, a silver trio one shot – again from Ginny’s pov – during DH, when they try to steal the sword. I’ve the first (long) chapter done and again, even betaed by the wonderful @floreatcastellumposts but knowing myself I want to finish it first. I might decide that it’s okay like this (in Italian I’ve already posted it a one shot), but since I had a sort of sequel in mind for now it’ll stay in my drafts ;)

“The man who lived” – This one is all in just Italian so far (I’m rewriting an old piece – I’d probably restart it directly in English now); again Ginny’s pov (wow, hadn’t realised it!), again DH, this time since she (in my head canon) realise Harry might have gone to Voldemort during the battle, until the end of the battle

A one shot that’s it’s a series of Hinny snippets about James Sirius Potter coming to life (from the very start). Old one written in Italian and never posted, that a again needs to be finished. Same for a collection of snippets around Hinny’s wedding (but this is “draftier”)

A one shot of Harry and the Potters waling Teddy at King Cross; I’ve just a very little bit of it written + most of the draft, and it would be the sequel of the one shot “What parents would want”

The random Missing Moments that I’ve have in mind are: a conversation between Bill and Ginny in the hospital wing in HBP, plus maybe a bit more from Ginny’s pov in that period (like going back home from Hogwarts); a conversation between Bill and Ron in DH, not sure if during Ron’s first or second stay and Shell Cottage; Hermione finding out about Arthur’s attack; Dumbledore taking Slughorn’s memory (when it happened, how he found out... I’ve several head canon about it!)

The random AUs moments (and I say moments just because I wouldn’t really be interested in writing a whole story, I only imagine few moments of it): Hermione brining Harry at the Burrow at Christmas after Godric’s Hollow, with is locket attached to his chest (I think I stole the idea from Flo’s!); the trio finding Ginny in the cell in Malfoy Manor as well; and some dumb “Lily and James are resurrected post DH” trash XD Oh, also a real muggle AU with Harry as a self-defence coach and Ginny as trainee!

Do you accept prompts? As you can imagine especially in this period I’m not very good at commitment ^^’, but if you have a specific idea and want to give it a try (maybe during the winter holidays?) I’d be honored, if not able to make any promises!

Upcoming works you’re most excited about: definitely “Ghost of the past”!

I’m tagging @ballerinaroy again, @remedial-potions, @thedistantdusk, @thebiwholived and whoever wants to join ^^

EDIT: Ehm I got caught up with the stats when I wrote this and without realizing it I put a multi chapter in the “Most popular one shot” section, lol XD Problem fixed ;)

[my-whumpy-little-heart]

Llyr and the Pirates - Day 13

Day 13: Fishhooks

For @amonthofwhump​‘s Water Whump May, where I write a part of this story every day according to the prompt. Alright, a little late, but a longer part today as promised! The real good whump is coming tomorrow, but I accidentally wrote too much ominous dialogue to fit it in.

Oh, and this is the second whumper I’ve named after a knight of the round table; someone please stop me now lol Tag list: @spiffythespook​, @castielamigos-whump-side-blog​, @insanitywishes​, @whumpingonarainyday​ Content warnings: manhandling/noncon touching, threats of death

They stepped through a doorway and came out right in the area Llyr had entered through just earlier, and he could see both Ray and Hugh, halfway across the sand, now staring up at the unexpected company.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” the man in front of Llyr said, “how may I help you this fine evening? You look like you might be lost.” 

Ray made eye contact with the man, but turned its eyes to Llyr for just a second, shooting a concerned glance.

“Well, we’ve just crashed on the beach nearby and were looking for shelter and a missing crew member, but I see that you found him before we did. I’m really sorry if he’s done anything to offend you, but if you let him go now we’ll get out of your hair and I’ll handle him from there.” Ray said, face held in a blank mask of compliance even though fear and anxiety were hidden just beneath. 

“Mmh…” the man seemed to consider it for a moment, looking both other humans up and down. “...what did you say your names were?” Hugh and Ray shared a quick glance.

“We didn’t…” Hugh started, obviously considering questioning this person before realizing what a disadvantage he had in that situation. “...I’m Hugh Williams.”

“And I’m Captain Raymond Bates of The Thief’s Halyard.”

“Thief’s Halyard,” the man parroted thoughtfully, “Yes, that does sound right.”

“The name is only exaggerated of course,” Ray amended, waving his hands in front of him. “Keeps others from mistaking us for weaklings, though we try not to make a habit of outright thievery…”

“Raymond, I’m not sure I agree with you. I found the name fitting, really, considering how this little one seemed dead set on stealing right out from under our noses tonight, weren’t you?” It turned to Llyr, giving a wide, predatory smile.

“No, I didn’t,” he grumbled, “I thought it was abandoned. I just wanted to get dry.” 

“Oh, but apparently getting dry also involves digging through the chests of current residents to steal their possessions,” it responded dryly, and Llyr narrowed his eyes.

“I didn’t do that,” he insisted, “and I wouldn’t have even had the chance to before you all found me.”

“Really? So if I searched your pockets, you’re sure I wouldn’t find anything in there that proves what you did?” It turned to him with a curious tilt of the head and he paused. It felt like a trap. A dirty trick where he’d be found guilty whether he confessed or not. But he genuinely hadn’t taken anything from them, so there was no way to prove it in the first place.

So then why did this human still look so satisfied with itself?

“I. Didn’t. Do. Anything.” Llyr huffed through gritted teeth, and he felt the grip around his arms tighten.

“Alright, okay. We’re just going to make sure you’re telling the truth.” It raised its hands in a mocking surrender before gesturing to one of his men. It was shorter than Llyr, and possibly even shorter than Ray, but it still looked like it could snap his arm in two with the flick of a finger.

It wasted no time in checking his pockets, reaching first into the one in his shirt, then the ones in his pants. Llyr squirmed the whole way through, trying to get away from the invasive hands, but he was braced against someone else’s chest behind him, allowing the quick search. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the hands left, only to see something long, metallic, and shiny in the man’s hand. What the hell?

“Look familiar?” it held the chain up, metal glinting in the light of the lantern. There was a pendant hanging at the bottom that it grabbed and squinted at to read. “There’s an engraving here that reads… oh, huh. It’s your name, captain.”

Llyr’s breath catches in his throat as the leading man, the so called ‘captain’, leans over behind him. “Would you look at that? ‘Gawain Davis,’ it says. My precious, prized locket indeed.” it said, a thin frown across its face. “I keep that in my personal quarters at all times. You filthy wretch; did your foolish captain really send you snooping around in there?” Gawain asked, but Llyr was still staring in disbelief at the locket. He hadn’t stolen that, obviously, but he hadn’t even noticed anyone putting it in his pocket. It was the captain’s own too; did he have this planned the whole time?

“Knew it,” Hugh muttered, almost too quietly to hear, “Come on, Ray, we’re going. Leave the kid to the sharks and we’ll go find Mabel.” It tugged on Ray’s elbow, and Llyr looked up, shooting both of them a pleading glance. He didn’t want to die, and no matter their intentions, they hadn’t wanted him to either. They couldn’t leave him with these ruthless humans.

“No. We’re not leaving him. I don’t believe what Sir Gawain is saying,” it mocked the name specifically, but he wasn’t sure why, “because I didn’t order any of this. We crashed here on a smaller craft and need a dry place to sleep. I’m sure that’s what Llyr was thinking too.”

“Is that all you needed, then?” Gawain asked, contemplatively. Ray hesitated.

“...yes.” 

“Oh, we’re definitely open to helping, then, if that’s your problem!” it said, tone of voice flipped completely on its head, but his face still stone cold and impassive. Without warning, it reached for the sword around its waist, drew it, and laid the blade flat across Llyr’s neck. His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes went wide. This was it.

“Stop it! What the hell are you doing?!” Ray shouted, shifting its weight anxiously between feet. It looked like it was seconds away from taking off towards him, but was only held back by the threat held tight against Llyr’s throat.

“If you want him to live, you will stand completely still and hold your hands out, palms up.” Gawain commanded, voice chillingly cool again within a matter of seconds. The crew members that had been standing back came forward then, chains and manacles in their hands, just like the pair they’d forced on Llyr. 

Part of him wanted to whine and shout that it wasn’t worth it; they should just leave him to die and let that be the end of it… but the other part of him knew he wasn’t that brave.

No, that wasn’t it. He just didn’t care so much about these humans. Justifiably, too. One had already hurt him, and one was clearly planning to. So if they had to stay here and suffer with him, he wouldn’t be so upset.

He looked up to see Ray hesitantly holding out its hands, confusion and fear still clouding its eyes, but Hugh didn’t seem to be relenting just yet. It looked like it was about to bolt even as the sailors approached, and as soon as it seemed like they might try and force it into the cuffs, it did run. 

“Fuck this, I don’t care about the brat! Kill him if you wanna, I don’t care I don’t care-!” It only made it a few meters before two people were on it, wrestling it into the sand and wrenching a pained shout from it. When they finally secured the chains and lifted Hugh from the ground, Llyr saw that it’d landed directly on a splintering piece of wood and scratched up its chest which was now beading up with blood.

He stood very still now that both of the others had been restrained and the sword was still pressed against his neck. He expected it to cut in at any moment, bleeding him dry on its blade, but instead Gawain pulled it away and sheathed it, clean of blood.

“What do you want from us?” Ray asked, looking at Llyr, then back to the captain.

“From you? Nothing, really. I’ll give you your nice, dry night of sleep, but before that, both of you need to be taught a lesson on lying to a nobleman,” it scoffed, but that name didn’t mean very much to Llyr. Ray held its ground as well.

“I didn’t lie to you, and neither did he.”

“Do you have anything to genuinely prove that? Both of you seem to be spitting accusations and forgetting the locket I had to fish out of this brat’s pocket.” Gawain smiled when Ray didn’t respond, and took hold of the chain between Llyr’s wrists. 

“You being a nobleman means nothing,” it tried again, but even it seemed to realize this was futile. Hugh shook its head in disappointment.

“Oh, it doesn’t mean anything out on the open seas, of course. But if I were to take you back to the palace I’m not so sure they’d be so merciful to a lot of pirates like yourselves. You could all be dead right now. So, be grateful.”

Gawain yanked on the chain again and Llyr stumbled behind him to outside the ship where, surprisingly, the rain had nearly stopped. It was more of a mist through the air that dotted the landscape. The sun wasn’t up quite yet, but it was already lighter than it had been earlier. 

It led him over to a wet, puddling, sandy patch near the ship, seemingly testing it with its foot before deeming it alright for Llyr to stand on. Gawain looked up to the deck above where… there were ropes lowering down. What were those for? Who had set them up?

“Hands up, over your head,” it commanded, and he looked around shakily. The ropes were lower now, and on the edges there were sharp hooks, like fishhooks but larger, sharper, and more menacing. He swallowed nervously, raising shaky hands.

“What- what are those for?” 

“They’re to pull you out when we’re done.” it replied, simply, and he gave a puzzled look. Pull him out of what, exactly?

Llyr glanced around himself, feeling the sand shift and squish below his feet. It took him a few more seconds to realize he was sinking alarmingly quickly into it, but the panic only set in when he realized-

He couldn’t pull his feet out.

Next part

[spidermaninlove]

icedancegems said:And does anyone know how active in SM Jacob is? Usually?. He has been very very quiet

womens-are-powerful submitted:I feel like the real confirmation will be if Jacob go to newyork with z or in her show to support her

Anon please but can you please tell spideyparker to stop stalking tom and z on social media even if you're trying to find info then making videos and telling everyone about it isn't making anyone's life better and its really creepy!

inlovewithtoomanythings said:his caption implies that he is not with her, why do you think that is?

rogfeelslikecruelsummer said:Do you still think they are together?😭

anon please. everything has been confusing lately, but i’m sure of one thing: #them not liking each other’s posts the past few weeks and almost always ignoring everything about each other on social media — that was a deliberate effort. i feel they decided they won’t give people that kind of content. they don’t hate each other like what some people claim. tom decided to post today and z decided to like and comment today because it’s a special day. 💙

Anon please.... I might be on crack but why did he choose a pic of them... Even a group pic would've been more like it but 🤔.... Maybe I'm just overthinking.... And does she still has his notifications on.... Let me ponder

actorsgiraffe said:He posted a manip, instead of an actual picture of them 😂

spideyparker3000 said:Cause maybe he has been feeling down about breaking up with his girlfriend and z was just being a good friend and Tom is not worried at all about it cause him and z are good

spideyparker3000 said:Is the blue heart and good thing like what do the different colours mean. I mean it can’t be that bad it’s still a heart and if they weren’t on good terms and were just keeping up their friendship on social media cause they have to work together again she could have just not put a heart at all. I really am thinking that Tom must have had some meetings or something come up in London that’s why he cancelled the golf thing and didn’t go to Greece and that z invited Jacob to tag along...

(anon pls) is toms birthday post for z a manip? i swear he’s taken it from a fan account that’s edited them to be the same height?

saramai75 said:Why does her calling him weirdo makes me more happy than him posting ( an edited picure)?

Anon pls. Not saying I'm right, but: a) we know Z is on permanent lockdown with PDA. b) I am certain T& Z were an item at least from 2016 to the Press Tour ('I wanna know what love is' etc). c) He's been wearing her jkt and chain & vice versa. d) he 99% was at her house last week. e) they've spent Bdays apart before. f) T on such a strict diet he FELL OVER walking recently. I've had to do that crap myself. Zero energy + low mood. g) we've no previous data JE is anything but a friend to Z. So... Greedy, but couple more points... h) Re: 'the jewellry', his to her was a Valentine's present. I know no one (stable!) who wears their exes' valentine jewellry. And she has. Hers to him was a SECRET locket with a SECRET message! Seen recently (even possibly last week with RDJ). Do u breakup with someone & wear that?! i) On the 'radio silence' on social media: from 17 July we've seen some ugly s*** directed on SM at both of them and their families. I think they're 'stealth mode'.

(anon pls) if they are actually broken up will you keep the blog? i really hope you do. i still have hope for them. that chemistry and connection doesn’t just go away.

camilleshard said:What's with all the Dom hate? I don't understand

spideyparker3000 said:He can’t need to get that skinny I mean like you said how long does it take skinny to get skinny I think he probaly just has to lose a bit more muscle which surely wouldn’t be that hard for him to do. It not to strict of a diet then if he hasn’t cut out beer lol

unlikelyslimesharkgoop said:You think there's a possibility of Z and T having a open relationship? Because there's really no way I can wrap my head around Zendaya hanging with someone like Jacob that much unless she's doing you know what on the side

colemanholland said:If Tom appeared in a photo with a fan two days ago, he was probably not in Greece. 😔 So I just don't understand why he disappeared from social networks during those days. 🤷🏽‍♀️

asimedresi said:Hair is not as long and curly as in the photo in the story

pjlov said:So Tom wasn’t in Greece this whole time? I thought he was silent because he was there

thecynicaloptimist said:Kinda sounds like Dom's voice.

thisbaestays-blog said:I feel like a lot of people are forgetting that JE has a whole girlfriend. I also think z is very smart about being in the same situation as Tom was with Olivia with her costar. I just want us to enjoy his birthday post to her and to also put everything in perspective. Jacob E is her friend and they’re surrounded by friends in Greece I just hope she can enjoy her bday while all this drama is swirling. Just send her sweet messages and good energy

fajukn said:So I saw this chariot card reading thing on spideyparkeryt ig about tomdaya and ik it might sound like bs but after reading it like 3 times im lowkey starting to believe in it.

obi1fan said:Regarding last post, there is obvious third option, they have been together but broke up a while ago, simplest answer is usually the right answer.

1.  No offense, but this is not going to become a Jacob Elordi blog!

3.  Why are you asking me to do this when you can do it yourself?

4.  His caption is classic Tomdaya, imo.

5.  I’ll sum it up in destinyc1020′s words:  "I feel like things just don't add up, but at the same time, it seems they're going out of their way to paint a certain narrative..."

6.  I agree 100%

7.  I believe she still has notifs on for Tom.

8, 11, and 12.  Nope, it’s an actual photo.  

10.  I addressed the blue heart earlier.  :)

14.  I still have hope. 

15. It was a joke.  Just trying to interject a little humor into the situation.  Lighten up.

16.  Those Peroni calories add up!  lol

17.  AbSoFreakingLutely NOT!!!  

18.  Your guess is as good as mine.

19.  It was combed back.  

20.  Nope, not imo.

22.  Idk if she’s still his gf, but they and theirs still follow one another.  

23.  I don’t believe in that stuff.

24.  Personally, I don’t see that as an option.  

[ain-t-bovvered]

14x11 Commentary (special)

Special episode where a bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

Hello and welcome:

@purpleskiesandcherrypies  (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon  (Kat)

@waywardbaby  (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered  (Giu)

1 2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10

14x11 Damaged Gods

Giu: Ugh fuck off nick

Zee: I’m the cage

Nat: bleugh

Giu : Pardon me but M losing it, is kinky

Giu: I wanna know whats in that fucking book tho

Kat: So kinky

-Nick being an idiot sandwich

Zee: So sick of Nick

Nat : so Nick is hunting now

-Demon scum: Never been caught by a human.

-I wouldn’t call Nick a human at this point honestly.

Giu: Also how did he got hold of an angel blade, Like seriously ..... Tfw 2.0 sucks at keeping “prisoners”

Nick : Abraxas.

Oooooh my god that again. I get that he has nothing left to do, but still.

Zee: She ded

- Nick:” I don’t know, where’s the fun in that?” (about letting the demon go)

 *MMBLEGH ! STABS EYE*

[looks in the camera like in the office]

Nat: omg

- Welp that was violent.

- “Maria Prophetissima, Historia Achengeli.” Trying really hard to think that’s not supposed to be italian......because I’d have some complaints.

Giu : RED SHIRT

Zee: Giuls do I need to say it?

Nat: THE RED SHIRT OF SEX

Kat: Barely alive

- LEATHER GLOOOOOVES. YAAAAAS. also....Dean....what the fuck are you thinking uh? Ooooooh right the welding episode

Nat: Oh.. here comes the heart break

Giu: All the fucking hurt.

-Sam: “How are you feeling”

-Dean, completely dribbling around that question like a champ “Whatcha reading?”

- Sam : “We’ll find a way “  ( #369)

- Dean: “Actually I wanna go for a drive”

uh uh Don’t like the sound of that.

Zee: Always in need of his mom

- Dean : “One-on-one time with mom”

Giu : DO NOT LIKE

Kat: Sam fucking face

-Sam is us.

-Sam: “Whatever you need”

- Fuck you Dean. Don’t look like you are almost crying...fuck you

Nat: OMG THE HUG

-dEAN FUCKING FACE, DEAN FUCKING HESITANT HAND WHAT THE FUCK

Zee: Take care Sammy?

Giu : AAAAAAH THE FUCK. NO

-Sam startled face tho.

- HE KNOWS SOMETHING IS UP

Giu: THE FUCK CABIN

Zee: Still don’t like Mary, I always think she doesn’t give a fuck

- Mary: “I’ll take any excuse for a visit”

THEN WHY DON’T YOU FUCKING VISIT . YOU KNOW WHAT’S UP . THE FUCK.

Kat: She’s the worst

Nat : Sammy calls up his mom to tell her about THE HUG

Giu : “That’s sweet” WOW. BITCH HE HAS THE ARCHANGEL MICHAEL STOMPING ABOUT IN HIS MIND. 

- Sam: “ We don’t hug” .... well...only if it’s literally the end of the world.  SO HEALTHY.

Mary : “We have to respect that” 

 fuck oOOOOOFF you are his mom you don’t have to respect shit when your son has an archangel in his mind.

-Sam paranoia rising up because some books are missing.

-Ok but I love this shot, it’s so pretty.

[Food Splatter] Dean: “OH MY GOd”

-Oh my god indeed

Zee & Nat : DONNAAAAAA

- She’s so pretty!!! I love her so much.

[Dean licking his finger] ..... DOOOON’T STAPH IT

Nat : Dean has a big mouth

Giu: KINK!

Zee : Nat really…

Nat : have you seen the bite he took?!

Giu: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

- The place is called “The hungry beaver” 

yeah ok come on.

- AAAAh so great to hear from the girls tho.

Also Dean’s avoiding all the questions he knows that are coming like a pro Winchester.

- Donna: “Last month, we took down a Vetala nest”

Dean’s impressed face.

- Dean:” Get out of town......Good for her”

- Awww the question about Dough tho. He’s avoiding questions ok but he’s so cute asking about that

Zee & Nat : Freaking news letter

Giu : I swear they have a what’s up chat like us.

Kat : No doubt

- Lol also I think Jensen has a runny nose while shooting these scene, lol the tissue.

- Dean: “ - without seeing my D-Train”

Nat: SO DEAN'S A HUGGER NOW

Kat: farewell tour

Giu : OH SHUT UP WHAT IS THIS NOW?!? THE MEMORY LANE BEFORE TUNING OUT? DEAN!

- HIS FUCKING FACE SHUT THE FUCK UP I CAN’T

-God do I ship them tho. I need some DonnaxDean asap ok ( tag me people)

Nat : I hate this so much. Can I burn this episode already?

Giu: Yes *hands the matches*

- way to ruin perfectly good pumpkins Mary . I guess you wouldn’t know what to do with them anyway....like....idk....pumpkin pie or some shit for your son....who loves pies....remember.....whatever I don’t even know why I’m trying anymore.

Nat : "We could call Sam over" and have a freaking party

- Dean: “I don’t wanna Sam here”

- RUDE

Giu: “EVerYtHinG aLrIghT?”

- Dean: “ I’m HANGRY “ lol 

Giu: Not much of a cook

Zee: You’re not much of an anything

Giu: WELL NOT SHIT

- WINCHESTER SURPRISE . THE FUCK IS THAAAAAT

- Mary :”I can’t believe you remember that”

- I can’t believe you remember you have kids.

Nat: YOU CAN'T REMEMBER A LOT OF THINGS BITCH. DEAN REMEMBERS EVERYTHING, ALRIGHT.

Kat: He really does

Nat: Can I cry now

Giu: MY HEART IS POUNDING

Zee: ...in my ears

- Dean: “Delicious heart-attack on a plate. I would like mine with extra cheese”

- Extra cheese horny face

- ...AND PIE!

-The P O S T E R S

Giu: OMFG..... I’m already dreading the meta on that poster

 ( in a positive way  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)  )

- [ M still trashing around ]

Kat: This song. Damn it

- *The Guess Who’s “No Time” playing*

Giu: OH COME ON, A LEATHER APRON, AND LEATHER GLOVES.

Zee: Fuck me sideways

Kat : All the damn ways

Nat: I AM AROUSED . IN THE MORNING. WHY AM I AROUSED (08:46 a.m )

- “I found myself some wings”  

Are *claps* you *claps* fucking *claps* kiddin’ *claps* me?

-when he tilt his head to make the mask falls down.

- the jacket popped collar....YAAAS

Giu: Fucking hell.

- I can’t deal with that poster and the sparks....I CAN’T

I CAAAAAAN’T

Nat: EVEN HIS LEGS ARE SEXY…..OK BUT FUCK ME

Giu: NO FUCK ME

Kat: HE’S THE ENERGIZER BUNNY HE CAN FUCK US ALL

Kat: SO MUCH WELDER!DEAN

Zee: Somebody write that shit

- And tag us thank

Giu: “ that’s new...YOU BUYING FOOD” wow…...WOOOOW. How the fuck does she live.

- whiskey, pumpkins and crosswords puzzles. WOW Mary living the life.

*Nick appears*

Giu & Nat : NO

Zee: Oh hello

Giu &Nat : FUCK OFF

- Nick: “Thanks for nothing , pal”

well Nick...ya creepy van doesn’t really scream FRIENDLY NEIGHBOR FORMER SATAN

Nat: Oh, Donna's going to show up

Zee: My girl stepping in

Kat: THIS BITCH BETTER NOT TOUCH MY GIRL…..Why am I yelling, I already know what happens

Giu: *john’s Mulaney Trump voice* OH IF HE SO MUCH TOUCH ONE FUCKING HAIR ON HER. I want him to do it , I want- I dare him to do it, I fucking swear , I’m fucking crazy.

- Nick picking up the clip.... * STREET SMARTS*

- Don’t- don’t try to outsmart my girl , it’s pathetic

- Donna:”What’s your name”

  Nick: “Nunya” 

oh....OH WOW do ya want to make the nun ya business joke to Donna...? WOW

 Nick: “ First name: eat. Last name: Me”

Oh wow that’s- that’s just sad.

Zee: Can I say that I love her pushing him like that?

Giu: OOFTA

Nat: of course this happens

Giu: YASP ( YAS + GASP )

Kat&Zee&Nat : NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Nat: Just how long had Mary been away that it's already so late

Giu: She needed to remember how food work

- Mary smile is the only thing we have in common right now

Nat: That SMILE

Giu: Dean is the better mom. LOOK AT HIM. DOMESTIC NESTING DEAN KINK!

Zee: Oven mittens. Ya think?

Nat: "Something is going on" YA THINK?

- Sam is already on his way , no surprises there.

- Dean: “ he’s soaking wet, he’s pulling bologna, and sliced cheese out of his pants. So me, being the big brother, I’m the cook. I took all that bologna, all that sliced cheese and I put it onto a hot plate.It stunk up that room so bad. Dad comes home and he’s so mad, he picks up everything, chunks it into the trash, probably remained him of you....”

Giu: JOHN A + parenting, but also....I love the glimpses on their past, I really do.

Giu: What he made?

Nat: the winchester special? winchester surprise

Giu:Looks nasty..... I WANT IT 

- Mary trying to talk about how much she had missed.... yeah yeah you were dead it’s not that it’s your fault. 

- AND HERE ...look I don’t like Mary but Samantha did an amazing job, like....good lord

- Dean:”But you are here now”.

....well....in the fuck cabin , yes she is.

- Dean: “ Mom that meant everything to me” 

- Dean: “ There is no clouds on the horizon”  fucKING LIAR

*SOBS*

- Mary:”Whatever you are going through , you can talk to me”

Dean : *DIMPLES OF DISCONTENT* 

Zee: I don’t wanna talk about it

Giu: Please

- The Winchester motto

Dean *snores*

us : AAAAAAAAAAAW PRECIOUS

- I’m mary’s face 

Nat: She didn't even offer him a bed tho

Giu: I don’t think Dean wanted the fuck bed tho

-Mary snooping around, yes thank you, do something right.

- Mary: “Oh..no...no no no “ WHAAAAAAT

Dean smacking mouth while sleeping is giving me ex ptsd

Giu: OH FUCK PFF

Kat: Freaking creep

Giu: My cereal are soggy af. I can’t even eat. Also....WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT DISGUSTING LAMP.

- This shot is beautifuuuuul 

- [ 007 theme music plays ]

Nat: SAMMEEHHHHH

- Sam: “Hey Woah EASY”

Giu: CREEPY RAPE VAN

Zee: Come in. I’ve got candy

- Of course the demons keep track of the Winchesters. Are you kidding? they need to get the fuck out before they get to them lol, pussies.

Giu: “Nick what are u doing” ….we are whispering that since day fucking 1

Nat: Can we just burn that van? with them inside?

Kat: As long as they’re both in it

Nat: Dean'd hate us tho

Giu: ooooh he’ll get over it , *bad italo-american accent*  don’t worry about it

- Mary:” You could’ve just ask me” 

she’s not wrong.

- Mary : I took a demon and put it in a box and then I put that box into another box and then I put that box into a bigger box and then-

HONESTLY WHAT THE FUCK OK.

Giu: I swear Nick’s story is stale af. Like...Mark is soooo good and he’s the reason lucifer arch stayed that long , i’m sad if he go out spn but lucifer needs to end.

Nat: Mark is really good tho, But yes, it's enough.  Sam's hair is fucking great.

Zee: True story

- Can Sam stop taking blame for other people bullshit already?

- oooh a storage room with traps like John

- Well that was a weak ass locket

- Mary’s storage : A pickled head, some creepy ass doll, mother instincts, a powerful demon trapped inside an enochian box.

Giu: Ok but...honestly who fucking cares tho...just give him the damn demon so he can fuck off. And shut the fuck up the both of ya.

Kat: Okay but if he’d just think about the answer to his question it’s so fucking obvious

Zee: A demon needs a host

Giu: put it in a fucking mice whatever

- Dean: “ Nick is not a project. He’s not a freaking puppet “

WE’VE BEEN KNEW

- Sam: “Since when do we give up on people?”  aaaw Sam never did but Dean needs to be there to balance ok. And anyway they saved Jack so , but yeah, some people are past the point of saving, even more when they don’t want to be saved. OOOOH IS THIS FORESHADOW????

- That poor man tho.

Zee: She dum

Kat : THEY BOTH ARE

Giu: Even Jack is smarter

Nat: Mary and Nick would make a good couple

Zee: NO DON’T

Kat: Ew

Giu: After all those years can’t he read enochian? I mean….I’d pick up one thing or two like….

- Can’t they use that box for Michael?

*Nick drills a hole in it*

welp....never fucking mind

Giu: WELL THAT WAS STUPID. the fuck, one could think that a damn enochian box would be more resilient. Nope...just ...drill into it

Zee: You just read what you wrote right??

Giu: Yep. Your dirty minds do the rest

Kat: I like this demon

- [lucifer is dead] Abraxy “ Is he?...cool”

Nat: I love this demon too

Nat :Stop the whining

Giu: Omg Mark your acting tho

- Sam’s commander voice : GeT aWaY frOm her

- oompf

Kat: Damn it, she’s saved

- Goddamn it Nick

- Abraxy :” Lucifer planned the whole thing”

[us looking at Nick like we are in the office] 

- This cracks me up so much...I couldn’t stop laughing while making this gif. The more you look at it , the funnier it gets.

Giu: Oh that was ...kinda hot. DEAN NAUGHTY

Nat : DEAN'S SEXY WHEN HE SPEAKS LATIN. a new kink i never knew I had

Giu : *hearing some italian sounding words* DAMN RIGHT. Welcome to my world Nat.

Zee: Sam pant

Nat: Never not sexy

Giu: H.O.T.

- Nick killing who killed his family and getting his “revenge”

Giu: is Nick finished being a fucking twat.

- Donna saves the day like the badass bitch that she is

Sam: “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you, I’m sorry I didn’t know how “

Nick: “It’s not about you Sam, It’s never about you. You couldn’t fix me ‘cause I don’t want to be fixed. I was never broken”

Zee&Nat&Giu : I was never broken

Giu: Oh shut up all of you

- Sam:”Yes Nick, you are. I don’t feel sorry for you, Nick. I feel sorry for the people you hurt, the people you murdered, the people whose faces will hunt you, everynight, for the rest of your life.”

Nat&Kat: You can burn

Giu : That was hot and painful Sam, thank

- Mary: “I know what have you been building, planning. And we are gonna talk about that. We are all three of us,gonna talk about that. So if you don’t tell Sam....I will

Giu: OH WOW FOR ONCE SHE DONE RIGHT

- Dean: “It’s a Mal’ak box”

-COOL....I DON’T LIKE IT

Nat :FUCK. WHAT.WHAT?

Zee: A CAGE OF SORTS

Giu: IS HE GONNA FUCKING. NO. FUCK

Kat : MY SMART BABY

Giu: No ...no smart….that is masochist. THAT’S TERRIBLE

Nat: Does he want to buried alive, oh yeah, Sam just said it. NO

Kat: Worse.

Giu: WHAT THE FUCK

Zee: DROP HIM IN THE PACIFIC??

Nat: HE WANTS TO KILL HIMSELF

Giu: HE WILL NOT DIE THO. THIS IS SO MUCH WORSE, IM NOT EVEN GONNA GET OFF CAPS.

Nat: WELL, HE WILL SOONER OR LATER

Giu: BUT WOULDN’T M KEEP HIM ALIVE THO

- Sam: “You and Michael, trapped...for eternity?”

- Dean: “It’s the only sane play I’ve got”

- Dean:” The door is giving. I can feel it giving”

Kat: NO DEAN WINCHESTER YOU SHUT YOUR FACE. I LOVE YOU FOR TRYING

Nat: SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH

- Dean banging a fist on the box is like he just punched my heart ok

-We all are Sam

- Sam:”Since when do we believe in fate?”

 Yall literally met her

Giu: DID HE JUST…...FUCK U

Nat:: I DON'T WANNA WATCH. BURN THIS EPISODE.BURN IT

- Dean: “ Sam you are the last person I could tell, the last person that I could be around. ‘Cause you are the only one that could’ve talked me out of it. And I won’t be talked out of it. I won’t. I’m doing this”

Zee: IM SCARED

Kat :OMG IM CRYING AGAIN

Nat: SAMMY'S HURTING SO BAD. DEAN AVOIDS SAM CUZ SAM IS THE ONLY ONE WHO COULD STOP HIM.

Giu: I FEEL SICK

Kat: OUR BOYS

yeah great this feels like the soul bomb and Amara bullshit, FUCKING GREAT.

Giu: THE MUSIC. FUCK THIS MUSIC.

- Sam starting to understand that Dean is “right”

- Dean:” You could let me do it alone, or you could help me” 

ARE YOU FUCKING KID-

- Sam: “All right”

me: *splutters*

Zee :REALLY??!!!

Zee : All right??!!! ALL RIGHT??

Nat:  FUCK I WILL NEVER STOP SCREAMING

Kat : The end.

Giu: Of my life , the end ….

Nat: WHAT THE FUCK. YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME.

Giu: *scrambles to see the next promo*

Zee: Yeets behind you

Nat: I'M NOT OK. SOMEONE HOLD ME.

Kat: Always talk about how good Jensen is. Jared fucking killed me here

                                [After the 14x12 promo]

Giu: ...OK WHAT THE FUCK

Nat: NO, YEAH.. STILL NOT OK AFTER THE PREVIEW

Kat: Okay so preview. I think they are just trying out the box

Giu: what the fuuuuck. That’s horrible

Zee: Did he do it for real??

Giu: It’s Dean...he was deadly serious

Zee: Yeah!! Next episode. Don’t want that

Kat: I don’t think they’ll dump him yet,but something obviously goes wrong. I don’t want to wait a week but also don’t really want it to come

Giu: Did Dean seriously asked Sam to stay on the fucking phone until what?!

Zee: He ded? Sank? Dropped?

Kat : STOP IT

Giu: Anyway I’m still positive that M grace will keep Dean alive

Zee: In the box??

Giu: I mean he did tell Jack they would have been together for eons. His body at least. I mean dean’s mind can get shoved somewhere . But since M is a sadistic motherfucker , I bet he would make Dean feel everything. While keeping his vessel alive.

Kat: Of course he would. He made him drown inside his own head

Zee: We need the body too. Not sorry. Yeah but for how long ?

Giu: Well he can’t get out. I doubt Micheal would kill himself.

Zee: True. But also stay trapped for ever?

Giu: M is patient

Kat: I feel like that would be a fate worse than death for him. But he is patient af

Giu: I need to go have a jog because my whole body is wired up in tension

Zee: I need to crumble in a corner and slowly die

Kat: I can’t sleep, I’m all riled up again

Nat: * is trying to clock in at work*

. Well well WHAT A FUCKING RIDE.

WE HATED IT.

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About the Character

Tagged by @its-the-deputy @seedlingsinner and @fkingpeggies Sorry it took me so long to do this .-. Thank you for tagging me 💞💞💞💞

Tagging @jacobsknifeplay @how-blissful @deputy-evie-miller @fluttyseed @shellibisshe and anyone else who wants to do this. Sorry if you guys have already done this 😅

I did one of these for Dabria before so I’ll take this chance to develop my captain more :D

Your muse’s name: Captain Ausra Vitkus

One favorite picture/faceclaim of your muse:

Chloe Boebaert

Two headcanons you have for your muse:

Her mother is still alive and is living in one of the settlements near the west coast that Rush helped establish. She keeps a photo of her in a locket around her neck and writes to her often. Though finding ways to get the letters to her is a different matter.

She’s aromantic. She had tried to date a few men and women in the past but ultimately romance really wasn’t her thing. The love she feels for her friends and family is more than enough for her.

Three things your muse loves doing in their free time:

Volunteering. It’s how she came to be Rush’s captain of security in the first place. Survivors of the nuclear winter need all the help they can get in resettling the new world and she is more than happy to lend a hand.

Gardening. She loves the feel of the soil through her fingers. It’s very likely to find her helping out in Prosperity’s garden if she’s not out fighting Highwaymen or on an expedition or checking up on New Eden.

Sketching. She inherited her mother’s inquisitive nature and loves to sketch all the new wildlife and plants that have adapted to the new environment. She also likes to sketch the places and people around her.

Seven people your muse loves:

Justina Vitkus (her mother)

The Rye Family

Thomas Rush

The Judge/Dabria Seed

Nana

Gina Guerra

The people of Prosperity and New Eden (did I generalize? Yes because she loves them all equally lol)

A phobia your muse has:

Arachnophobia