#it is fine it's all fine nicholae has done NOTHING wrong in his life (except for all the atrocities)

[wolves-in-the-world]

lucescu is such a nice name, too.

[themadauthorshatter]

OH MY, GOODNESS!

RED SCHOOL UA HEADCANONS/STORY!

Sorry for not picking this up earlier. This part we are focusing on Arc 2: where the RQ cast meets the SGE cast.

Sophie is über excited at meeting the crown prince, but Agatha is less enthused because she's a realist and doesn't know HOW the RQ crew is getting over to the SGE.

Tedros and his friends are ecstatic they're meeting the Nortan princes. They even wonder if there are more than just Cal and Maven.

The students are all on the hot topic of Nortans visiting, though Agatha is pulled aside by Hester, Dot and Anadil, who all express their anger and impatience at Sophie, who won't shut up about Cal in particular, even though he's betrothed. Agatha assures them everything will be fine when Sophie sees that Cal and Evangeline are an item. (Yeah right. Marecal all the way.)

In Norta, it's rumor city among the Silvers, who aren't exactly looking forward to entertaining a bunch of school children.

Our main three in Norta are talking about their upcoming excursion to the school in the Endless Woods, Cal being apprehensive to leave Norta practically unguarded for an unspecified amount of time, but excited at the idea of seeing new lands, Maven just not wanting to go because it seems like a waste of time, effort, and resources, and Mare not exactly sharing her thoughts because she'll be even further away from her family than before.

Evangeline is not amused. At all. She's just playing along until they get back and never have to deal with the students of the School for Good and Evil again.

Regardless, they don't know what could be there, so they need to make sure they're not potentially making any new enemies by this complete accident on Tibe's part. Or, that's his thought process at least. And he's only told Cal this information, as, from what he can tell, the SGE isn't Red and Silver and instead use magic, a concept only found in fairytales. With an entire school of teenage witches and wizards and warlocks, and maybe a dragon or two, assuming this place is prestigious and in the higher end, it's better to make an ally rather than an enemy. And the idea of warring aginst school children does not sit well with Cal.

In training later, though, Maven and Mare see that Cal is absolutely faking his excitement at least a little bit, like 58% faking it. It shows when Arven pits him against Evangeline, Sonya, and Elane.

He ends up nearly burning all three of them alive, lost in wanting to get the fight and group training over with so he can be alone and think his thoughts.

Silly, Cal. Maven is paying attention, and asks what's wrong.

Cal brushes it off and says everything's fine, but Mare and Maven know better, Mare having seen what liars look like and Maven knowing Cal for all his life.

Cal tries to a go about his day and ignore whatever he's thinking, which is difficult to do because Maven's following him. He turns and Maven stops, simply explaining that he's going the same way as Cal. They continue walking, but Cal notices that Maven's not really going anywhere, content to follow his bother. This results in a chase between the two of them, Cal jogying before speinting to shake Maven off his tail, succeeding when he loses Maven down a hall, as in he ran down the hall partially before hiding behind a wall and watching Maven sprint right past him.

Maven only realizes he got played when he can't hear Cal anymore.

He and Cal don't meet up for the night.

He talks about this with Mare, and brings up that Cal's avoiding him.

TV/Graphic novel perspective, over time we see Cal get followed by both Maven and Mare, though over this time Cal grows more agitated and looks more annoyed and tired as they continue to try to see what's wrong with him. Maybe we even get a gag of both Mare and Maven spying on Cal from behind a wall, hiding behind it when he looks over his shoulder, and then continue their spying when he looks back, confused, annoyed, and agitated.

After a week, Cal catches Mare and pulls her into a room before leaving and telling her to wait for him.

He returns with Maven, who's over his shoulder, trying to remain calm, because Cal's stronger and bigger than him, and even tries, in mild panic, to negotiating to not beat him to a pulp, because Cal looks ready to murder them both.

He sets Maven on his feet and tells them both very bluntly to stop following him; not only is it freaking him out, but his soldier instincys are going haywire and he will not heistate to attack them both, which he doesn't want to do because it won't end well.

Mare and Maven apologize, but, being concerned despite herself, Mare asks Cal what his problem is, seeing as how he's avoiding both her and Maven.

Cal gives them a tired look and takes a breath. "Fine."

CUT THE THE SGE!

Tedros, Tristan, and Chaddick are hanging out together away from the Evergirls, though Chaddick does admit that the girls are looking nice today(16 year old hormones, am I right?)

Tedros isn't listening, balancing his sword on his fingertips.

Tristan, arguably the most feel-y of the three, wonders if or when the Silvers will arrive.

Tedros doubts they will, but one can hope.

This turn if pessimism confuses both Tristan and Chaddick, and Tedros happily explains:

They're all just students. What would royals and nobles want with a bunch of schoolchildren? They don't even have magic, don't believe in it, don't know it, just don't have any magic. The closest thing they have to magic is their silver blood, and not even THAT is magic because of how limited it is.

That, and Sophie and the Nevers will probably drive them all away.

Speaking if Nevers, Chaddick admits how weird it is to see them getting showered and clean, presentable in case the Silvers arrive as a surprise visit.

It is odd, but it's in their best interest to play nice with everyone, and that unfortunately includes a very babbly, and planning-to-be-flirty Sophie.

Speak of the devil, Sophie emerges from the trees to find the trio, specifically Tedros, who she wants to talk to.

He leaves, lying that he has some homework to do.

He's really going to find Agatha, who's reading to pass time and get her mind off all the gossip.

They have a rocky conversation about the current events and even wonder what silver blood would even look like, if they ever get the morbid chance to see it.

Agatha asks why he's talking to her and Tedros sighs that he just wants to avoid Sophie, but also wants to be around someone who's smart.

She smiles and asks if he thinks she's smart, sort of silently teasing him as he stammers and tries to come up with a save for the tongue-slip.

He spots Nicholas behind her instead, eyes wide and red as he raises an axe over his head, aiming for her.

Tedros, thinking quickly, tackles him and throws the axe away, which knocks Nicholas out of his daze.

Tedros shouts at him, "What the hell was that?" but Nicholas only looks around, very confused as to how he got into the trees or even got hold of an AXE.

There's confusion all around as Nicholas stumbles away towards some friends, muttering about a headache he now has and how sore he now feels.

Agatha and Tedros only exchange glances, worried and confused.

Was it a curse? A hex? A spell? And how did he get a weapon from the Doom Room?

CUT BACK TO NORTA AS CAL HAS JUST FINISHED SPILLING THE TEA! All three are sitting in a triangle on the floor, because it's close to night time and, because I'm a sucker for parallels in a story, to establish that despite the age differences between them and the students, and the experiences Cal and Maven had on the war front, they're still kids too.

Mare fights the urge to dry heave and Maven only hums at how Tibe is actually paranoid enough to consider war against a bunch of kids.

Cal admits that, yes it is ridiculous, but he's still unnerved. It doesn't help that they're dealing with people who have magic, which is stronger than Silver powers, even Mare's lightning is possibly no match; magic is all encompassing while their powers are limited to one "element."

Mare, in an attempt to alleviate the atmosphere, wonders if everyone will even BELIEVE what Norta says about these kids, as magic doesn't exist in their world.

Cal admits he does not believe in magic. It's not that he's heartless, he's just seen too much to know better. As much as he'd like to, he knows that it's nothing but slight of hand and tricks to fool the other person.

Maven agrees, except he's known because of Elara, but he gives them an explanation closer to what Cal said, only changing that he saw a magic show and saw how the tricks were done to fool the crowd.

When they ask her, Mare admits that if she believed in magic, and if it was real, it would have made things different for her and her family, she also inwardly admits that she'd make things different for all Reds as well.

After a moment of silence between them, Maven asks Cal if he's heard anything about them leaving and visiting these endless woods, and Cal shrugs, sighing that it's all speculation and in the air. If they do go, it will be both brothers and their betrotheds, Elara, Tiberias, a few other High House children(Elane, Sonya, Olliver, and Ptolemus), and a few guards, one of them being Lucas. Volo Samos and the rest of Tibe's council will stay behind to keep Norta in shape while they voyage to the School, stay for a little bit, and then come back, assuming things go okay and don't take long.

WE ALL KNOW NOTHING EVER GOES RIGHT IN STORIES😈

Either way, they all take a breath and leave the room together, Mare hoping Lady Blonos doesn't scold her for being alone with both princes. Cal tells her not worry because they'll cover for her, saying they had a bet and Cal won. Maven mutters, "By default," and he and Mare jog away as Cal chases them, yelling that they'd better explain what that means before he gets his hands on them both.

TIME JUMP/FADE TO THE DAY THE NORTANS LEAVE FOR THE ENDLESS WOODS, THE FADE HAPPENING WITH A PAN TO A WINDOW AND THEN GLIDE DOWN TO THE DOCK!!!

Mare sighs up at the ship before boarding, noting a very anxious Cal looking over the walkway as he himself walks aboard, Evangeline striding ahead of him.

Maven chuckles that Cal's always been a scaredy cat around water, even if he doesn't want to admit it.

Mare admits that while Cal is acting like a child, it's actually a smart move to know yoursl own limits and weaknesses.

From his place higher on the ship, Tibe gives Mare a, "Well said, Lady Mareena," and admits he may have underestimated her ability as a strategist. Maybe her time around Cal and the other High House children is rubbing off on her.

Mare fakes a thank you and notices Maven looking away.

I have not forgotten how Tibe isn't as loving as Maven; no amount of tragedy is going to negate neglect.

Mare tries to back up the now crestfallen Maven, but Elara calls for her son, asking to speak with him alone, mother to son.

He agrees and walks off to meet her, looking back at Mare before he does.

Tibe watches them walk off, and we get a glare off between him and Elara before the Queen leaves to speak with her favorite son.

Once they're gone, Mare asks how he can stand a bitch like Elara. She gets they were arranged to marry, but two people cannot hate each other that much.

For context, Mare's been here for about 4 months. She's visited her family only twice and has had a lot of time with Silvers and dealing with Tibe, Elara, Evangeline, and anyone who isn't Cal, Maven, and Lucas.

Back on track, Tibe semi-scolds her that, as a lady of the court, she should know better than to be mouthy towards him.

Mare, kind of fed up with his BS, folds her arms and counters that as a princess and his future daughter-in-law, they should be comfortable with each other enough for her to ask such a question.

Tibe gestures for her to come closer and she approaches, close enough for Tibe to sneer at her that if she thinks he's letting Maven, his son, his boy, marry a Red rat like her, she's more of a fool than all of the Scarlet Guard put together.

Lost in her anger, Mare asks which he's more afraid of: Telling Mare the truth or having his court, and the rest of Norta, Red and Silver, find out their secret.

With a glare down, Tibe congratulates her on how she's picked up verbal combat, and that she's a good learner. He then admits that the two of them aren't very different.

It offends Mare DEEPLY and she asks what that means as Tibe begins walking away.

Another bit of context, there are two sets of stairs to the upper level of the ship, a left and a right. In a fun bit of camera work/detail for anyone paying attention. Mare would walk up the right hand stairs to meet Tibe and, when he walks down the stairs, he walks down the left hand stairs and Mare follows him, the two walking back to the deck, so Mare basically walked around in a big circle. Just a cool thing I'd add, maybe it'd be symbolic of her situation or of some kind of cycle, I don't know. If you have any ideas, feel free to tell me.

Back to the story, Tibe explains to Mare that they're trapped by who they must marry, or have married in Tibe's case.

Another small detail, on the upper level, Mare would be on the left hand side of the screen/panel and Tibe would be on the right, but on the deck they're sides change, Tibe being in the left and Mare being on the right.

I'm a sucker for small details, so sue me!

Back on track for reals, Mare's VERY confused because she thought princes, or kings, could choose who they could marry. Tibe agrees that, yes, that usually is the case, but the reason he couldn't really choose was because there weren't anymore Queenstrial participants for him to choose from.

"But you have two sons?" Mare ponders.

Tibe shakes his head and asks if she REALLY thinks ending an alliance with Volo Samos of The Rift is a good idea, based on what she's seen from his daughter, Evangeline, half-joking that he's glad Cal is her betrothed and a simple friend of Ptolemus, who's shown how much of a berserker he is. (Yes the Scarlet Guard attack on the Summer palace still occurs.)

Mare asks what he'd do if that was the case, and Tibe chuckles, saying he'd renounce the throne and give it to Maven instead.

The two only chuckle, not comfortable enough with each other to fully laugh, and then Tibe admits that while he isn't sorry for needing to keep Mare a secret, he is sorry that she's alone, and forced into a life she never wanted.

"If you're so sorry, then why not let me go home?"

"Lady Mareena, the high houses would end us both."

For once, Mare can't really tell if he's lying or not, but doesn't get a chance to ask as Tibe returns to the top deck, Cal walking around the desk to Mare. He notices that his father is walking away from her and she looks a little distraught and very confused.

Cal looks between them and asks what happened and Mare simply answers that she and his father were just having a talk before leaving to her room/cabin

It's going to be a long ride to the Endless Woods

This is Part 1 of Arc 2, they do say the second act is the longest.

Keep your eye out for Arc 2, Part 2, because THAT is where things pick up even more

Anyway, Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading!!!!

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Yandere Teacher Dream x Student George.

This is the only exception I'll give. The rest will have to be Male x male readers. 

This was requested from Pokadeathpony

Disclaimer: I do not encourage anyone to do this sort of thing. 

Word count: 3679

Warning: There be violence, smut, an age-gap of 4 years, and I guess forced? George is 18 and Dream will be 22.

George POV

I heard my alarm go off and my mom calling me. “Honey! Time to get up, It’s going to be your first day at school!” 

‘Oh yeah, It’s going to be my first day at school!’ I got up from my bed and went to the bathroom to empty my bladder, wash my face, and brush my teeth. After I was done and went to my school uniform, I looked at myself in the mirror to see if I look good. ‘I look good today!’ 

I went downstairs to greet my mom and say goodbye to her. 

“Hey, mom!”

“Hi sweetie ready for your first day at school?” “Yeah, I am.” “Oh, my baby is all grown up! I remember when you were just a baby! Can I take a picture of you?”

“Mom!” “Oh please, sweetie? I wanna show all of my Facebook friends that you’re all grown and to show Karen that I’m good and raise you well as a single mom!” 

“Fine… But make it quick! I have school in a few minutes!” “Alright! Give me a pose!”

After a few minutes of trying to take the picture, she finally got the picture and posted it on Facebook and show Karen that she raised her son well. 

After a few tries, she finally got what she wanted and kissed me on the cheek, and told me to have a good day at school. “Have a great day at school sweetie.” “Okay, mom! I’ll see you at 4:30!”

I walked out of my house and made my way to Windlesham School Brighton. (Random high school I looked up) 

After a few minutes of walking, I finally made it. I saw there were still kids walking in and talking with each other about what they over the break and bragging about where they went. 

I was hoping to make friends cause I was always lonely. (Y’all know when you don’t have friends and you would eat alone at lunch?)

As I walked into the school it was loud, mostly from the girls screaming and talking at 300 dB. And they walk in these big packs taking up the whole hallway. (It was like this at my school)

I bumped into someone while walking through the halls and I heard a thump. The other person who got up helped me.

“Hey, you alright?” “Yeah, I am.” “What’s your name?” “Oh uhh, George. George Davidson. Uhh, what’s your name?” 

“Thomas. Thomas Simon. Or you can call me Tommy!” “Oh okay, nice to meet you, Tommy!”

“What class do you have next?” “I have… uh… Economics?... Yeah.” I said looking at my schedule. Just then we heard the bell ring signaling that class has just started.

“Aww, we don’t have to be in the same class. But we have most classes together after that though.” 

“Oh, I was hoping you could lead me to my class?” “Sure I can still help you. I can just say I was lost as an excuse.”

Time skip (only 3 minutes) 

After Tommy helped me get to my class, he went on his way to his class. I walked in and everyone’s attention was on me and the teacher looked at me with an unreadable face. ‘Great! They all were just talking but when I walked in they just stopped to look at me!’ 

“Are you in my class?”

(Has that ever happened to you?)

Dream’s POV

I was just in class ready to start class, show the expectation, behavior, and give the class syllabus. But these damn kids won’t stop talking.

“I hate my job,” I said underneath my breath, I was thinking of just quitting until the class door opened. And everyone stopped talking and directed their attention to the door, so did I. And I saw the most captivating boy in my life.

He was triggering something inside me. I noticed he looked embarrassed by all the eyes on him. I decided to ask him, “Are you in my class?” I was hoping he was. 

“Yes… here take a look.” He handed me his schedule and I felt his soft milky white hand graze mine, but it was only a moment before he snatched his arm away. 

“Let’s see…… Okay, you are in my class! Since you’re up here would you like to introduce yourself?” I see him shake his head no. 

“It’s okay now you can go sit anywhere but you will be given assigned seats, so don't be comfortable.” I heard the class groan cause they wanted to stay next to their friends. I’m going to put him upfront. 

Whatever he is doing, is growing. I feel like I want to protect him, I want to keep him, and let no one else get him. 

My other self was telling me that he is ours, while my other is telling me this is wrong and that I shouldn’t have a feeling for one of my students. But in the end, it was my other side telling me he is ours to have and to keep forever, and hurt or even kill anyone who dares to get between us. 

George’s POV

I was standing there just embarrassed by the way everybody is looking at me, Then I heard him say, “Are you in my class?” Took me a few seconds to comprehend what he said and I gave him my schedule to show that I was in his class.

“Yes… here take a look.” I handed him my schedule and he looked through it to confirm that I was definitely in his class. 

For a brief moment, I felt his big strong hand touch mine as I handed it in. ‘I wonder how it would feel to be manhandled by those hands?’ My gay thought was appearing, ‘Wait… What?! Why am I thinking about that?!?! He’s my teacher for crying out loud!’

After a few moments, he confirmed that I was in his class. “Let’s see…… Okay, you are in my class! Since you’re up here would you like to introduce yourself?” he asked me if I wanted to introduce myself in front of the whole class. I shake my head, no, I didn’t want to present myself. 

“It’s okay now you can go sit anywhere but you will be given assigned seats, so don’t get comfortable.” When he said that I was finally able to sit down.

I choose the sit right by the window. I feel like one of those main characters in anime where they have that scene where they look out the window, outside, looking at the peasants. 

Nothing was happening, the teacher was preparing and he seemed to daze off. I then felt a tap on my shoulder and looked behind me to see a boy. 

“Hi, my name is Wilbur. Wilbur Soot! What’s your name?” 

“Hi, my name is George. George Davidson. Nice to meet you!” 

I and Wilbur talked until we were interrupted by the teacher apparently, we talked so for too long. And we were about to begin class.

Dream’s POV

I was trying to get things ready but my mind kept going back to that kid. Maybe I’ll get to know his name when I do a roll call.

In the corner of my eye, I could see MY lover… ‘Wait? What I’m I thinking?! You know what, who cares! Yeah, he is my lover even though he looks 18 or 19. He is old enough I’m only 22!’ 

anyways I could see him talking to a random kid. Seeing that made me feel jealous, I looked at them with envy, I wanted to be the one that made him laugh. I decide to interrupt them and start the roll call.

As I was calling the names of my students and paid more attention to finding out who that kid was. “George Davidson?” 

“Here!” I see my angel raise his hand. Now I know his name. Few names later. “Wilbur? Wilbur Soot?”  

“Present!” I see the kid who was talking to MY George. Now I know who he is. Now I got to deal with him. 

Time skip (end of class)

I told everyone my expectations, how they should behave, gave out the syllabus, and did assigned seats. I of course placed George at the front and Wilbur at the back.  

“Goodbye everyone, have a great day and review your syllabus, and have it signed to get your first grade!” 

Everyone had left, leaving me alone in the room and the only thing I could think about was George. ‘Don’t worry darling, Daddy will have you’

George’s POV

It turns out that Wilbur and Tommy were friends and they introduced me to the rest of the group. Their names, Dave, Zak, Darry, Floris, Nicholas, Karl, and Caroline. Caroline was the only girl in the group but I finally made friends! I’m no longer alone!! 

Time skip to the end of the day.

All classes were over and I could finally go and sleep. ‘I miss my bed.’

I said goodbye to my new friends and I began to walk home. 

As I was walking home, I felt someone watching or following. I turned around and looked around to see if anyone was following. No one. 

But I’m going to take that chance. I remember watching something like this on TV. You should go or run in different directions so who is following would get lost by all the different routines you take. And I did that.

I went in different directions hoping to lose them. I finally arrived home. What I didn’t is that they still followed me and now they know where I live. 

“So that’s where he lives”

(But for real though, does that work?) 

Time skip to 2 months later

Still George’s POV

The first month was great, I had friends with Wilbur and Tommy being my best friends. But things changed

At the beginning of November (School starts in September in the UK. That’s what I got), Some of my friends began to go missing. First, it was Caroline, then it was Karl, Darryl, Zak, Nicholas, and Dave in that order. 

(To lazy to write their deaths) 

The atmosphere at school was dark. The once cheerful school full of normal kids became dark and everyone was scared, thinking they may be the next person. But all of the missing kids are related to me. 

The only ones that are left, Tommy and Wilbur. 

Dreams POV

As the days, turn into weeks, and weeks turned into months my obsession over George had grown. I began to deal with the “bad people.” 

I also learned some things about George. He is 18 years old, meaning that there is a 4-year difference, He was born in London, etc. 

I just have to deal with Wilbur. I know he likes George, It's so obvious. Tommy? Nah, I don't have to worry about him, He's going to move to a different school tomorrow, so he won't be a problem.

But now it's just Wilbur. I forgot too much George and Wilbur are in my last period class so I could just keep Wilbur behind. Time skip to the end of class

"Alright remember to turn in your work, tomorrow is the last to turn it in. Also, Wilbur, will you stay behind, I have to talk to you about something?" "Sure Dream." (I don't know his last name so yeah)

The bell rings signaling that the day is over and everyone can go home. Everybody rushed out of classes and walked outside while Wilbur stayed behind to "chat" with dream about something.

"Hey how about we go outside? To the rooftop?" I said with a wicked intention but he still accepts it.

"Sure." he was unaware of what was going to happen to him. We both walked up there and I told him to go stand by the rail. He complied and went to the rail, and I stood right next to him.

"You know what I got to say?" I said. "What? What do you need to say?" He questions with suspicion.

"George is mine." I pushed him over the rail and he spat when he hit the ground, killing him instantly. 'I'll let the police find him. They won't know it's me. I'll put the body in the dumpster.'

I went to drag the body into the dumpster where nobody can find it.

Friday

The next day came and I could finally claim George for myself. I would just stare at him lovingly, knowing that he will be mine soon.

George's POV

It was the last day of the week until the weekend came. Wilbur didn't show up today, I wondered why.

Throughout the day, Dream would give me weird stares, it was creepy. I was cautious of him. I don't know he seems suspicious if he is the one behind all this, I don't have evidence against him.

This suspicion went on for the entire day until it was the end of my classes. 'Finally, it's the weekend!' I thought to myself cheerful but that ended when I heard my name called.

"Hey, George could you stay behind? I need to talk to you about your grades." What about my grades? He said the same thing with Wilbur. Uhh, he's my teacher, he won't do something bad right?

"Okay, sir."

Timeskip to the end of the day. (Plot purposes)

It was the end of the day and I had to stay behind to talk about my "grades."

The bell rang and everybody ran out the door while I sat there in the front. "So, you know there is nothing wrong with grades," he said. "Then why am I here if my grades are good?" I replied

"But I need you to come over to my house and study for the upcoming test," he said with no emotion and with a straight face (gay face).

"I can study at home," I replied. "You can but I feel like it would be better if you study with me since I am your teacher and it would be easier." He replied.

"And if you don't then I'll drop your grade to a 40." He whispered in my ear. "Okay fine! Let me just text my mom."

"No, no need to worry I already called her and she is okay with that." He said nervously. "Okay."

"Fantastic let's get going."

No one's POV

George and dream both went out into the parking lot where George would go "study" at Dream's house. They went off and the car ride was awkward and nobody talked during the ride.

When they arrived, Dream got out and opened the door for George. And George thanked him for that. They both went and that's when dream struck.

He pulled out a syringe and ejected whatever was in the thing into George's neck, knocking him out. Dream smiled wickedly as he looked upon the now sleeping corpse of George. 'He is finally mine.'

A few hours later George woke up in the basement tied to the bed that was in there.

SMUT WARNING!!!!!!!!

"What, where am I?!?!" He said frantically as he was trying to comprehend and remember the last that happened then he remembered, 'it was dream! I knew it!' he thought to himself.

Just then a naked dream walked down the stairs with nothing on but his boxers.

(oH lOrD HavE MerCy. Ignore the surfboard. I think this is dream cause when I looked it up, this was one of the results.)

"Hey, there sweetie." dream said seductively. "It was you! I knew it was! You despicable monster!" George yelled at the top of his lungs. Dream was anger by what George just said. 

So he grabbed George on the thigh and turned him over to where his asscheeks were showing and he gave them smacked. He smirked when he saw them jiggle. George let out a squeal.

"Don't talk to Daddy like that sweetie or you'll get punished." Dream said while giving a smack on George's ass. "You molester!" George replied. Dream of course was not happy about this and gave 20 smacks.

After the 20 smacks on the ass. Dream began to plant small kisses on George's neck and nibble on his neck. That for sure will leave hickey's showing that George now belongs to Dream.

George was groaning and moaning at this. George was now rock hard. "I see you're hard for daddy now, mmm?" Dream in George's ear as he bits and George whimpering. George was now a moaning mess.

"You want daddy to continue? Mmm, baby?" Dream said seductively and George is now under Dreams enchantment. "Yes, Daddy! Please I need you!" George screamed while moaning.

"Mmm... I didn't hear you, baby you're gonna have to speak louder." Dream teased George. "Please I need you! I want your big fat cock to fill me up! I want your cum to flood my insides! Please I want you, I need you!" George said needy as he was still on his stomach shaking his ass. That provoked dream.

(Oh lord have mercy!)

"Yeah, you want daddy to continue?" Dream said and George rapidly nodded his head. "That's what I like to hear. Now take Daddy's boxers off," Dream said and George complied.

George slowly took off Dream's boxers while his other was touching his rock-hard abs, and his tongue playing with his nipples. All of this left dream groaning under his touch.

George was done teasing and he finally took off Dream's boxers, and Dream's large cock popped out. 'Damn he was packing down there! It's like 9 inches long (or 22.86 cm long.) and thick as a coke can!’ "What's wrong? Too big for you?" Dream said teasing George thinking he can't take him.

"Yes, I can! I'll try to!" George replied with determination in his voice. Dream just smirk and let him do his thing.

George began to give kitten licks on his massive member. Dream was groaning, "Stop teasing baby boy... And take it all in that little warm and tight mouth of yours." George nodded his and tried to take him whole. Keyword: tried.

George got his mouth around the head and slowly started to take him more. George only got halfway before choking. "You're doing well-baby!" Dream said while moaning as George's tongue was getting all of the sides. "Shit I'm to cum! Stop baby I wanna release inside you."

George got on his knees on the bed. Dream got behind George and began to lick the rim around George's ass. "AHHHH!" George moaned. "You taste delicious." Dream said while continuing. George was about to cum, Dream stopped.

"You're not cumming just yet baby, we gotta cum together." Dream said while trailing his tongue on the back of George's and licking his ear.

Dream grabbed the lube and squeezed some on his three fingers. He pushed his three lubed fingers inside of George. "Mmm... ahh!" George moaned as the fingers penetrated his tight hole.

Dream was trying to find George's prostate, meaning that he was going to have to go deeper. After trying to find his prostate, George felt a massive amount of pleasure going through his whole body. "AHHHHHH!" George moaned loudly as his prostate was being abused by Dream's fingers.  

"Looks like I found it." Dream said while taking his fingers out. George whimpered at the feeling of being empty. "Don't worry baby, you'll get something way bigger than my fingers." Dream said reassuring George that he'll receive much more pleasure.  

Dream took his fingers out. Dream began to tease the rim of George's ass with the head of the massive thing. George whimpered. Dream then thrust in George's tight hole. "AHHH!" George moaned at his hole was being shaped to fit dream's whole cock inside him.

Dream slowly thrusted in. "Please go faster..." George whimpered as he was moving backward to meet his thrusts. With dream thrusted faster hitting George's prostates immediately. "AHHHdchfbfcedrjcbu." George was on cloud nine as his prostate was being abused by a massive cock. It felt like he could see the stars.

"You like that huh? Do you like how my cock is pounding this tight hole of yours? Shit, you're milking my cock if you keep squeezing around me!" Dream as he was inching closer to his climax.

"Answer me!" Dream said while slapping his ass causing George to moan louder. "Yes, I like it! Wait no, I love it! I love your cock daddy, the way it stretches me out! Please give your milk!" George said he was closer to his climax as well.

"Fuck I'm going to cum! You better cum with me!" Dream as he was now aggressively pounding George faster than he was. George began to get tighter around Dream. "Here it comes!" Dream screamed. "Yes, please give it to me!" George said while moaning and groaning.

Dream came inside of George filling him up with his milk. Dream then but down on George's shoulder official marking George, with that George came as well. They both laid down as they both were exhausted.

George went to sleep and the last thing he heard before darkness consumed him was, "You're finally mine. I will never let you go. DEATH is the only thing that will separate us."

THE END. 

[lovemychoices]

The Lost Prince - TRR AU [Liam x MC] Mini Series Chapter 3

After being married for three years and unable to produce an heir, Liam and Riley are about to give up when Liam gets an unexpected news that changes his life forever.

Genre : Romance, Drama

*THIS SERIES PRACTICALLY THROWS CANON OUT THE WINDOW* YEET!YEET!

Characters except my OCs belong to Pixelberry, I am just borrowing them

Word count : 3038

Chapter Summary: Eventually the truth comes out one way or another.

A/N : Sorry I’m posting via mobile plus I don’t have a laptop with me at the moment so the read more options isn’t available. Grammatical errors everywhere, I’m one of those people who only checks their work once and post.

Warning : I’m rating this PG18 cause there will probably be PG18 stuff that’s going to happen in future chapters. So if you read this series you acknowledge that you are 18 and above.

Catch up with the series HERE

Liam called Leo up the day after arriving in LA, sparing him the details about Theon, he just gave Leo the address where they should meet.

Leo had moved to Malibu with his wife Amara, who he met shortly after he signed on for his motocross career. She was his manager and PR rep, after a year of working together they started dating, eventually got married and had twins not long after. The ride from his place to where Liam wanted to meet was merely an hour and a half away.

He stops his motorbike in front of the victorian style house and slowly removes his helmet raising an eyebrow. “Curiouser?” He murmurs to himself. As he hops off his bike, Liam opens the front door ready to meet him. “Leo!” Liam greets with a smile pulling his brother into a bear hug as he steps onto the front porch. “It’s good to see you too little brother.” A few seconds later they pull apart. “So Liam, what’s all this?” He gestures at the surrounding of the house giving a questioning look. “You and Riley aren’t thinking of leaving the courtly life and moving into this suburban home are you?”

Liam snorts and shakes his head. “No it’s nothing like that. I…There’s something you should know.” His face quickly turns serious. “Maybe we should go inside.” Leo nods wondering what is going on, why is Liam acting all ominous, he steps inside the house and follows him towards the living area. “Wait here.” Liam said returning a few minutes later holding Theon’s hand.

Leo's eyes go wide open when he sees the little boy, he steps closer towards him and crouched down so he can meet him eye to eye. One look at the boy and he knew what was going on. “Leo, I’d like to meet Theon. He is my son.”

“Hello Theon, I’m Leo. It’s very nice to meet you.” He puts on his best smiles offering an outstretched hand. Theon looks up at Liam as if waiting for his approval, when Liam nods he turns back to Leo and shakes his hand giving a soft smile. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

Liam clears his throat. “Theon maybe you’d like to show Leah the new castle we finished building yesterday.” Theon gives a nod and brings Leah to accompany him to his room, as soon as they are an earshot away Leo turns to Liam. “Care to explain what’s going on brother?” He gives a pointed look. “I'm assuming since Riley isn’t here she doesn’t know about Theon?”

Liam shakes his head regretfully. “Maybe I should offer you a drink first. “Scotch on the rocks?” After handing Leo his drink, he then explains the whole situation about what happened the night in LA and who Theon’s mother was, also why he didn’t tell Riley about it yet. “She’s been through so much lately, I just couldn’t. But I’ll come clean about everything once I have the DNA test done and get the results.”

“You mean you haven’t had the test done?”

“No… That is why I need your help brother. I don’t want to risk the paparazzi spotting me here in LA.”

“And you’re sure that he is your son?”

“Without a doubt, I can feel it Leo. You saw him with your own eyes, he looks exactly like me when I was younger. Will you help me brother?”

Leo gives a rueful nod. As much as he didn’t agree with Liam’s decision to keep the truth about Theon from Riley, he also knew it wasn’t his secret to tell. He just hoped this secret won’t come back and bite his brother in the ass.

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It has been more than a week since Liam left for the states, what was supposed to be a few days trip turned longer than expected.

Riley waited on the other line for Liam to answer her facetime call. The first time she called he didn’t answer, which was unlikely because he usually answer after a few rings and it was around 11pm where Liam was so he shouldn’t be in any meetings. After a few more tries he finally answers.

“Hey you.. you almost gave me a scare there. I’ve been calling for half an hour.”

“Sorry love, I was in the bath and left my phone in the bedroom.”

“A bath huh? But isn’t it almost midnight over there?”

“I’ve had a long day. Apologies love, I’ve been going on about my day I forgot to ask about yours. Is everything okay in Cordonia?”

“Well.. Maxwell hasn’t accidentally blown anything up yet so I guess everything is still fine.” She jokingly said but it was as if Liam was paying attention. “Liam? Are you okay?” He shakes his head giving Riley a weak smile. “Yes, everything is fine. I just had a lot to think about lately.”

“You know you can tell me anything right? We’re in this together.” Liam nodded without replying, there was this moment of awkward silence between them. Riley clears her throat. “So I can’t wait till you get back tomorrow, Madeleine already scheduled an appointment to interview the potential surrogates.”

“Oh I… I completely forgot about that. I’m sorry Riley but it seems I have to extend my stay in the states for a few more days.” He lied, the truth was that he had gotten the result for Theon’s DNA test and he was indeed his son. The news brought him such joy when he found out but was quickly overcome by the guilt of lying to his wife.

“Liam it’s been more than a week what possible reason could there be? You know how important this interview was to us..”

“I know.. I know.. And I promise to make it up to you. Have Madeleine reschedule the interview for next week I promise I’ll be back by then. I’m really sorry but I’m going to have to cut our conversation short, I have an early morning tomorrow. Goodnight Riley, I love you.” He said and hang up before she got a chance to respond.

After Liam hangs up, Riley had a gut feeling like something was wrong. Ever since Liam got to the states he has been acting differently, they usually talk for hours when he is finished with his day but for the past week he would sometimes find an excuse to leave or just text her and say he can’t talk.

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Drake and Maxwell were at the parlor having some drinks after a day attending meetings with the rest of the council when Riley suddenly barges in.

“I think Liam is cheating on me!” She belts in an exaggerated manner as she enters the room then plops down on one of the couches.

Both Drake and Maxwell gives each other a questionable look before turning back to her with their eyebrows raised.

“Good afternoon to you too.”

“Riley the last thing Liam would do is cheat on you. Now what’s this all about?”

Riley explains everything that has happened over the past week about Liam’s behavior after he left for the states and that she told him she wanted them to have a child via surrogacy.

“What if that’s the reason he is cheating on me? I’m already failing him as a wife and queen by not being able to get pregnant?”

Drake and Maxwell takes a seat next to her, Drake placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “He is not cheating on you, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. I’m sure he’s just had a lot to deal with those diplomats don’t make it easy for him.”

“Drake’s right, don’t you worry little blossom.” Maxwell reassures her then wipes a tear from her cheeks. “Hey I know why don’t you go to New York and surprise him instead? I’m sure he’ll be thrilled!”

Riley stifles a cry. “I wish I could but I have tons of upcoming meetings that require my attention.”

“Then give us your schedule and well take it from here. No but’s…” Drake said firmly.

Riley hesitates at first but she knew there was no going against the two when they joined forces. She smiles and gives both Drake and Maxwell a grateful hug. “Thank you.”

After that the three headed to Liam’s office where his assistant Nicholas was sitting in the front desk just outside. When Riley ask about Liam schedule for the rest of the week he gives her a puzzled look. He explained that there was a meeting in New York but it ended a few days ago and Liam didn’t attend but Hakim did instead.

“HE WHAT?!” She snaps, now she definitely thinks he is cheating on her. How could he do this?

“Mam, I’m sure there’s an explanation.”

“Oh there’s gonna be an explanation alright!” She turns on her heels and stomps out, Drake and Maxwell follows after her all the way to her office where she paces back and forth, frustration written all over her face.

“Riley wait!” She shushes them with her finger while she dials a number on her phone. “Hey, I need your help.”

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After finding out that Liam had lied about what he was doing in the states Riley had Olivia help track his cell for his whereabouts, she knew that Bastien wouldn’t help her because he was obviously helping Liam. It took a few hours but they finally managed to track his cell all the way to LA.

“Isn’t Leo living in LA? Maybe he is there visiting Leo?” Drake said trying to convince Riley not to jump to any conclusion until there is proof.

“Then why would he feel the need to hide it from me?” No!” She waves her hand dismissively. “Something is not right.” Riley knew what she had to do she would have to go to LA, find her husband and get the truth once and for all.

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Riley asked another favor from Olivia to borrow her private jet instead of using the Royal jet, thinking if she did Bastien would find out and tell Liam and she didn’t want him to know what she had coming for him.

She made Drake and Maxwell to swear and keep their mouth shut.

“I’m going to LA to find Liam and I’ll be flying with The Nevrakis jet to avoid suspicion from Bastien. No one must know of this and if they ask you will tell the staff and the royal guard that the queen is away with duchess Olivia on a short spa trip and does not wish to be disturbed. I’m leaving the two of you to keep things in check while I’m away and I need the two of you to swear not to breathe a word of this to Liam are we clear?” She said in a stern voice pointing at both the men who gave each other a look then nods. “Say you swear it on your balls so much as if you break your promise you’ll lose them.”

“What? Riley I’m not gonna swear on my…”

“Swear it Drake!”

“Geez! ok fine! I swear to lose my balls if I so much so say even one word about this to Liam and anybody” Riley smiled trying to hide a giggle then turns to Maxwell pointedly with her hands on her hips. “You too agent breakdance.”

Maxwell chuckles “Hey, you don’t have to tell me twice. I like my balls where they currently are, attached to me and fully functional.”

“Good then I’ll see the two of you in a day or two.” She closes her suitcase and turns on her heels towards the door, looking over her shoulder before she leaves. “Try not to burn anything while I’m away.”

“Heard that Drake, she was talking about you.”

Drake gives Maxwell a sarcastic eye roll. “Sure she was.”

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Riley stepped on to the front porch of the Victorian home where one of Olivia’s spies managed to track Liam down, she could feel her hands tremble feeling a bit hesitant to give the doorbell ring. What if she didn’t like what was behind those doors? Why was her husband her in a house she didn’t know existed until now? Better yet why did he feel the need to lie about where he really was? She sucks in a deep breath and exhaling calmly before finally having the courage to press that golden plated button.

She felt like she was holding her breath forever when the door opens up and a petite young woman with dark hair and tanned skin stood in front of her. “I’m sorry miss are you looking for someone?” The woman asked with a confused look on her face.

“I uh…” I must have the wrong address? She thought but just then a familiar face steps behind the woman. “Leah, is something wrong?” Liam asked when he sees Riley standing at the threshold,his eyes go wide open. Her nostrils flare and her eyes narrowing at him while her fist curl into a ball of fury. “Riley love, I can explain it’s not what it seems.” He sputters and takes a step back holding his hands up defensively.

“After everything we’ve been through, how could you?!” She barges in with her voice raised, she pushes Liam so hard he almost stumbles back. “I gave you everything and you go behind my back and cheat on me with some other woman!”

“Cheat? Riley no I would never! Leah is just a friend there’s more to this I swear if you just listen…” SMACK! Riley’s hands immediately connects to Liam’s cheeks before he could finish his sentence.

“Daddy what’s going on?” Theon walks into the foyer after hearing the commotion, he looks frightened and confused. “Daddy who is this?”

Daddy? Riley glances at the boy, who looks exactly like a younger version of her husband. Suddenly she could feel her heart beating rapidly and her head spinning. It was like she way losing the oxygen in her lungs and couldn’t breathe soon after she falls to the floor and everything turns pitch black.

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Riley’s eyes slowly fluttered open with a ringing pain in her head. Was it all a dream? A terrible nightmare that she just woke up from? She presses her hand on her forehead and let out a soft groan, she turns to her right a sees a blurry shape of her husbands figure in front of her. “Liam?”

“Riley, love. How had a slight fall and hit your head on the floor.”

“Liam, I had this bad dream. I caught you cheating then we fought and there was this little boy who looked just like you.” She stops when she notices the expression on her husbands face, then it made her realize. “It wasn’t a dream was it?” Her voice starts cracking. “My love, please let me explain.” He pleads reaching for her hand but she swipes it away looking the other way. She couldn’t stand to see him, not if he cheated not if he was going to lie to her again.

“Riley, I didn’t cheat on you. But I have been keeping a secret from you and I’ll explain everything if you’d just look at me and listen.” He said in a tired voice. Riley finally meets his eye looking at him pointedly with her arms crossed. “Then explain and tell me the truth, is that boy your son?”

“Yes he is. Leo had the DNA test done and we had the result yesterday.”

“Leo knew? Who else? Bastien?”

“No. Just Leo.” Liam finally tell Riley the truth about everything that’s been going on, about how he met Theon’s mother a few years before he met her. How she kept Theon a secret from him all those years and that he only found out about him when she passed. He told her why he had to keep the secret from her until he was truly sure what to do with the situation. Riley quietly listen not saying anything after, her expression unreadable. “Love, please say something. I understand if your mad and I don’t expect you to forgive me but I had no choice.”

Riley closes her eyes trying to gather her thoughts before she finally opens them and speaks. “I’m not mad that you had a one night stand all those years ago before we met or that you have a son because of that night. I’m just disappointed and hurt that you couldn’t trust me enough to tell me all of this from the beginning. Did you really think that if I knew about your son that I would ask you to abandon him? Do you really think that low me?”

“Off course not, I think is would never think that of you.” He answers taking her hand in his. “I was just worried about how you would feel, you’ve already been through enough with the press and the whole thing about being unable to produce an heir. I just didn’t want to add to the stress.”

“I’m a grown woman Liam, I can take care of myself and I certainly can handle any truth you throw at me. Yes this information is a lot to process considering how I found out about it.” Never in a million years did she ever think the two of them would be in this position. “But no matter what we’ll get through this together like we always do. Just promise next time no more secrets.”

Liam leans in and kisses Riley on the forehead a slight feeling of relief. “I promise, so where do we go from here?”

“We go back to Cordonia and bring Theon with us.” She answers with a soft smile and Liam’s expression is somewhere between surprised and relieved at the same time. “Are you sure?”

Rileys gives him an assuring nod taking his hand in hers. “Theon deserves to be with his father, he deserves to be with family. With us.”

“Have I ever told you that you are the best wife ever?” He smiles.

Rileys chuckles. “You have but it never gets old. Now, I believe it’s time you introduce me to someone?

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[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Can we just talk about this for a second?

Dear God, I love this moment. I love it so, so much. Previously to this I had already headcanoned Mason as aromantic, and this sealed the deal for me. But whatever his romantic or sexual orientation, this is a hugely important moment in storytelling.

Because I cannot tell you how many times someone is a playboy. The guy who can have any person in his bed that he wants (if it’s a woman they tend to go for the ‘lonely bossy executive obsessed with work’ type which is… a whole other issue). But his life is empty. The endless parade of beautiful people means nothing to him. And then bam, he discovers The One. The One person who is special and different and it’s violins and roses and happily ever after and marriage.

It’s one of the many examples of how much goddamn emphasis we put on romance. How romance completes you, heals you, how romance is the end all and be all form of love. But newsflash? It’s not. Romantic love is beautiful, but it can’t be the only love in your life. You need more than one person in your life. You need friends and family. It wasn’t romance that saved me when I was suicidal, it was my mother’s love. It was the love of my friends. If I die without finding a life partner, I won’t be dying ‘alone’. Because I have friends and family who love me. I might be single romantically, but I’m sure as hell not alone, and I’m far from loveless.

And here—here we get someone who explicitly talks about how he found love that saved him and gave him meaning… but it wasn’t romantic love. It was parental love, for Rufus.

Mason flew across the globe to come to Rufus when Rufus was breaking down at MIT. He saw himself in Rufus and he mentored him and came to love him as his family. He’s not always perfect in how he expresses that love—his behavior in season one is rather sketch—but season two especially does a good job of showing Mason and Rufus’s close mentor-protégé, father-son dynamic.

For once, for once, romantic love didn’t save the day or the person. Familial/platonic love did. And I think that’s fucking beautiful.

To circle back to the aromantic idea, I do think that this also tells us—not explicitly but as explicitly as we’ll ever get—that Mason is aro. Mason is the only person on the show who has never felt sexual or romantic attraction to anyone (we could debate about Emma and whether she was genuinely attracted to Nicholas or just playing him, I admit that is a gray area, so setting that aside) but we are given several comments that show he has had sex before and presumably enjoyed it—such as in this very scene where he talks about having any number of women in his bed.

But Mason states that he has never understood or felt real love. I’m praying this means in his adulthood and that he had a good family life growing up but we don’t know that. All we know is that he’s never once shown any romantic attraction to anyone on screen, and states to Denise here that he never has done so in his past, either. In fact he felt like something was missing, something was off about him, something was wrong—a way that many ace and aro people describe themselves as feeling.

And finding Rufus and coming to care for him, that was enough for Mason. He didn’t go looking for a life partner. He didn’t say, “I love Rufus as my son but I would also like a wife/husband person to go with that.” He said, “huh, this is love, this is what was missing, this is my family and it’s all I need.” In short, he found familial love and stopped looking for any other kind of love.

Now, I’m biromantic as well as bisexual. I don’t know if I’ll ever have a life partner and if I don’t ever get one, I think I’ll be okay. I know it’s not the end all be all of my life. But do I want a romantic relationship? Yes. I admit that I daydream about that, and have since I was a kid. I haven’t always actively sought one out—in fact, when I was a teenager I specifically didn’t want a romantic relationship until I was older, and have stated several times to matchmaking friends that I’m not going to look for a romantic relationship, if I’m meant to be with someone then the universe will give me a goddamn meet cute or make us coworkers or something. But the fact remains that whether I go out to bars or swipe right looking for The One, I do want a romantic life partner. I’ve found friends and family, but that hasn’t stopped me from wanting romantic love as well.

Mason, however, stopped. He in fact never once even talks about wanting a romantic partner, and he doesn’t talk about dating, or wanting to date. Mason is the only character with no romantic arc. Yes, even Carol has one—hers is just in the past, with Cahill and Henry. But Carol’s romantic choices have huge effects on the present day storyline. Emma and Nicholas use romance to manipulate each other. Denise’s romance with Michelle is then used to inspire her younger self to keep fighting for the life she wants. Jiya and Rufus’s romance is epic and fights against fate and death itself. And we all know the Jess-Wyatt-Lucy-Flynn mess that came to a head in season two.

But Mason doesn’t get anything. Not even a mention of an ex, or a passing flirtation. He’s the only non-romantically attached Time Traveler who doesn’t flirt with a historical character (Flynn is another exception but he’s a) a grieving widower and b) head over heels for Lucy, both of which count as ‘romantically attached’). Even Rufus, who is in love with Jiya and dating her, expresses moments of attraction to Josephine Baker and Hedy Lamarr—which being a good and loyal man he never even dreams of acting on, but he does acknowledge them. Mason, however, gets hero worship instead.

In a show rife with romantic tension and romantic storylines, this is telling. In fact a big criticism of season two is that it focuses too much on the love square of Jess-Wyatt-Lucy-Flynn and not enough on actual Rittenhouse. It also introduces the cringe-worthy romance between Nicholas and Emma (again I think they were both trying to play each other but that’s my personal interpretation). But Mason, and Mason alone, gets nothing.

That sounds like I’m saying Mason was left out in the rain and I’m not saying that at all. I’m pointing out that in a season filled with love declarations (I can count at least eight off the top of my head), Mason’s Big Damn Declaration is about the man that he states he views as a son.

I think that’s important, because it shows how we need platonic and familial love as well as romantic. I think that’s important, because it shows how non-romantic love can save us just as well as a ‘significant other’. I think that’s important, because not all of us are in a place where we can be in a romantic relationship, and it’s not wrong to hold off on that or to feel fine without one. Whatever your sexuality or romantic orientation, I think that’s important.

But for me, it also seals the deal that Connor Mason is a wonderful, nuanced, flawed, complicated, human, and aromantic person. And that’s how I will be headcanoning him until the end of time, thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

[amnachil]

The College Society Chapter 2 Part 1

I’m a little late but... here we are !

Chapter 2 begins ! It is shorter than chapter 1 (I counted 8 parts) but I hope you’ll like it anyway !

Liam Saturday November 25

"Dude, whatever is the problem, you should stay away. You already have enough to think about."

The freshman agreed, reassured by his bestfriend on the line. Yeah, he's right, Pete and Theo's relationship is none of my business. To be honest, he feared the team captain... He probably was an ogre who fed the poor blonde freshman as much as possible and would soon eat him. (It could be a little exaggerated but... Liam didn't want to be the next). (After all, he already noticed Theo's sharp teeth).

"I need to go." stated Nate. "Gwendoline's waiting for me."

"Still not your girl ?"

"Hell no. She call us 'friends with benefits' so I'm not complaining. Anyway, I'll call you later, see ya."

Liam hung the phone up with a smile. He loved these discussions with his bestfriend, and couldn't wait to see him again. As much as he can say, when they met during holidays, Nate was doing fine, even if Gwendoline refused to be his girlfriend. I wonder if she's as beautiful as he pretended. They agreed to say she was a fairy, but the young lad never saw a fairy before. (Yeah, they were in the same delirium). (That's probably why they were bestfriend). Lost in his mind about fairies and unicorns, the boy didn't realise the nurse called his name. He missed two times in a row his turn, too distracted. Eventually, once Prince Liam defeated the terrible Ogre named "have your heads in the clouds", he walked in the nurse's office. (Let's be honest, "Prince Liam" is a perfect title, isn't it ?).

"You asked for a check-up." declered the blonde apprentice. "Undress yourself please."

He obeyed distractedly and followed her instructions. Since he had met Raphaël one week ago, he had done two other stuffing session. Nothing too excessive, only enough to feel a bit bloated, but he wondered if his friend had poisoned him. I stayed clean for months, but he succeeded to make me an addict again. (Yeah, it probably wasn't his former captain fault at all but...). (The mutant could have a project for him). Anyway, the nurse, called Chelsea according to her badge, brought him back to reality when she assured :

"You are in a perfect shape. Maybe even one the best I ever saw. You can be proud of yourself. We'll do some measurements, but I'm not worrierd at all."

He thanked her, a bit disappointed (a 8yo boy would have loved to be poisoned by a mutant), and left the nursery after the control. To be honest, he wasn't worried about his condition. He wasn't even sure if stuffing his face was a bad thing anymore. The bad memories were fading with time.

The freshman joined Nick for their macroeconomics lesson at the amphitheater. His friend was staring at Rebecca and Emilio with an angry look. When Liam came closer, he mumbled :

"She totally forgot to come for the project yersterday. She doesn't care anymore."

"Everyone forgets things from time to time." reasoned the taller lad. "You forgot to close the fridge's door at noon for example."

"That was you."

"You got the point."

(Liam didn't even remember going to the fridge at noon). (But he wasn't stupid for all that). Nick headed towards the tier quite pissed, and once slumped, got his gameboy and started to play. His friend sat down next to him thoughtfully. Under his open jacket, the angry boy wore a singlet which show some curve at the belly level. As always, he ate too much. (Liam was well aware of his roommate's love for junkfood and between us, he felt a bit jealous sometimes). (But this is a secret).

"What are you staring at ?" asked Nick. "I'm just stuffed. I ate at the cafeteria."

He closed his jacket prudently, but in fact, Liam was already gone miles away. He had glanced Barbara in the first row, and got lost in his memories. I wonder what she's thinking... I really need to know what she heard about me... Yeah, I'll ask her as soon as the lesson is over.

Rebecca Tuesday November 28

In two weeks was taking place the first qualifiers for the National University's Championship in March. The team was competing against the universities around the state, and needless to say, they had to train. At least for the relay race. The black girl finished a lenght, quite satisfied, and headed towards Bob, who watched her from the side. Her coach seemed a bit odd since she pit herself against him. However, he accepted Emilio, which was the more important.

"You did good." he declared once she was closer. "Your team can't lose the qualifiers as long as you're running."

"Thanks."

She sat next to him, and watched the other who were still running. Her boyfriend was the fattest : with great splendor, he crossed the finishing lane a few minutes after her. Then came Chelsea, who had been appointed captain, but Rebecca caught sight of Nick and couldn't help but staring at him. He was going with Laura towards the pool, probably to prepare the field before this evening training. I need to put an end to our argument. He's too childish to come, but I'm not that proud. With shame, she remembered Liam had told her these exact same words several weeks ago. He might be simple and scatterbrained but sometimes he was right. Nevertheless, when she stood up, Bob stopped her and whispered :

"Think wisely champion. You need to stay far away from bad influences and this lad, despite not being fat, drunk or high, is a bad influence. He's a nerd without any desire to be better nor any will to work on himself. An average guy like him isn't worth your time. Don't waste your energy for nothing."

She nodded slowly. I know it's wrong but... She could not desobey Bob a second time. And after all, Nick wasn't that important, was he ?

Later this day, when the black girl reached the pool for the training, she glimpsed Pete, clumsily hidden in the bush next to the door. Since he left the team, his physical condition went worse and worse. Around a month ago, he could have been considered like a bit on the chubby side, as someone who indulged a little too much. It hadn't been really noticeable, except when he had been wearing his tight pullovers, and pants one size below. Nevertheless, over november, he had packed on the pounds pretty fast, especially this last week. Several time, she had saw him and another boy at the cafeteria, pigging like two ravenous beast. Consequently, the blonde freshman definitely became pretty tubby. His features had rounded and his arms and legs were softer. His belt dug into a flab roll of fat, and his ass grew larger. She noticed with revulsion his too tight shirt, compressing his stomach. With wider clothes, it would be barely conspicuous, but... When Rebecca came closer, he looked at her, and she forced herself to smile. He looked like a crazy psycho, his eyes twinkling with madness.

"Can I help ?" she asked.

According to Laura, Theo didn't like slackening within his troops, and fired Pete without a second thought. To be honest, I kinda approve it... He's stict, and that's good.

"Yeah, you probably can." answered the lad quietly. "I just wanna know if Theo's here. Can you tell me ?"

"Why ?"

The captain probably hadn't time for this craps. And I'm losing time too. As the freshman hesistated, she sighed, and just went in, ignoring his calls. Seriously, get back in shape and everything'll be fine.

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey Thursday December 1 – Friday December 2

A bunch of swimmers passed in front of the junior laughing about a stupid joke. Four girls were cheering the black athlete on. This one was doing lenghts at a ridiculous pace, like a big carp. As for her, Laura was classifying the team's speedos with a young freshman who looked especially idiot. On a corner, the sophomore Matthew and his crew were ploting some craps. Last, but not least, a handsome brown lad was watching the roof at the water's edge. He seemed completely stupid. Swimmers... We all hear about them, but eventually, they're the most pathetic.

"Lookin' for a prey ?" whispered an unctuous voice in Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey's ear.

Slowly, the lad turned towards Theo, and nodded. This university counted almost ten thousands of students, but only a few deserved his respect. Luckily for him, the swimteam captain was one of them.

"I visited the football club, the hockey club, the basket club, and as many tedious clubs as possible, but everytime, I ended disappointed." he confessed. "Steven Callagan offered me the most beautiful chick he had in stock, but she was so backwards she didn't even understand my name."

The swimmer faked indignation.

"That's gross. God knows how much you love your name."

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey outlined a smile.

"It's the only one which doesn't sound silly to my ears." he replied. "Anyway, tell me you have something better for me than a braindead whore ?"

"To be honest, my only eligible candidate might be a little simple-minded himself, but he has the kind of body you like. Well shaped, malleable if needed and... he's well-endowed."

"Don't dare tell me you are offering the dreamy freshman over there ? Is it the only one you failed to catch for yourself ?"

Theo smile grew larger. Ah, don't push it too much. There were only a few hunters among the crowd of students. The swimteam captain could be proud to be one of the best. The head of the University's grandson shrugged.

"Fine. I'll take it. I'm starting this week. Be ready to see me often."

"You know it's always a pleasure."

Liar.

New prey meant several changes in Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey's life. First of all, a little personnal enjoyment. The lad headed towards the cheerleading's permises, and went in. Natacha, his actual girlfriend, looked at him and a glint of joy lit up his eyes. She had beautiful hair, almost orange, which shined with the sun. However, I don't really understand why I chose her. She's blind like a mole. She needed to wore hideous glasses, and he almost vomited the first time he saw her.

"Hi Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey." she greeted softly. "What can I do for you ?"

Oh yeah, I remember now. She had this submissive tone he had been liking since the first listening. The captain of the cheerleader had promised Natacha was ready to do absolutely everything to please, and well, she was. I would almost jerk off just by listening to her voice, but sadly, she's definitely too ugly.

"I guess you'll be sad, but let's be honest, I don't care." he declared. "Our relationship is over. I'm committed to someones else."

The dumbass stared at him silently for a while. He could have left her right now, like he did with the last one, but he didn't want to miss the "realisation face" this time. Damn, her brain work even slower than I thought. Eventually, she understood what he meant, and frowned. Her eyes filled with tears, and she shivered, in shock.

"Why ?" she stammered. "What did I do wrong ?"

The lad nearly laugh. Damn, she's so devoted. She repeated the question, again and again, now crying. In other circumstances, he would have an erection, but she was way too awful. For real, Amber, the team captain, ripped him off. Once he finished to enjoy her tears, he left the premises, rather satisfied. It's not like if he was exclusively seelping with her anyway.

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey headed towards the cafeteria in order to take his lunch. Usually, he would have eat with his grandfather, but he was too excited by the hunt to be polite. And for God's sake, his grandfather didn't need to suffer his uncouthness. Thus, the lad entered in the canteen, and served himself some food. He expected so much from his new prey. He sat next to Summer, the head of the student union, and started to eat. I wonder how long he will last... To be honest, the hunt was always too easy. For three years now, he had tried both men and women, and everytime, they had succumbed to his charms like mosquitos attracted by body heat. So pitiable. Teams captains and club chiefs had tried everything to find the rare gem, but never succeeded. Eventually, he had started to get bored, and went almost directly to the second part : submission and sex. A lot of sex. Of course, with Natacha-the-mole, he was used to put a blindfold. I wouldn't be able to cum while seeing her face. However, this time, it was Theo's gift. The swimmer was a selfish little asshole, and a real cocky stud. He obviously tried his luck with this freshman, and failed. It promise a real challenge for once.

"Looks like you have a new prey ?" asked the head of the student. "Who's the lucky person ?"

The junior realised he didn't even know his name. Not yet at least... He had a good feeling this time. It would be fun.

"Tell me Summer, shall I tell to my grandfather you're sleeping with two professors of his university ?"

She stared at him, terrified.

"No ! Please don't."

"So be nice, and shut the fuck up."

There were only a few hunters among the crowd of students. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey could be proud to be the best of their community, above them all.

To be continued

Liam thinks he had been poisoned but we all know the truth... Our cinnamon roll loves to be stuffed that’s all ;) How long will he deny the truth I wonder ?

Rebecca, our dear Rebecca, you’re narrow-minded ! But don’t worry guys, she has room to change.

Aaand he is here, Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey, our new main character ! He’ll be very important count on me for that ! I already like him :) Take care, since we have his pov now, there’ll be a lot of vulgarity, smut and some pining.

The weight gain stuff will be long to come, but don’t worry, I’m not forgetting it at all. Liam just has many things do deal with before he can freely enjoy himself as the glutton he truly is ;)

Also, I’m preparing a side story more kink-related for you all... It should be ready soon :)

[unfortunate-stranger-losers]

Six Baudelaires AU, Part One {AO3} {Read from the Beginning}

Chapter Seventeen → in which Aunt Josephine is no longer Fierce

“What do you remember about Aunt Jo, Lilac?” Nick asked.

“First of all, Nicholas,” Poe said, “You should call her by her full name unless she tells you to do otherwise.”

“You mean like how I tell you my name is Nick and not Nicholas?”

“Yes, exactly.”

Nick sighed, and stared at the Fickle Ferry they’d just stepped off of. He shared an annoyed look with Solitude, who was being carried by Violet, who was staring at the water, narrowing her eyes as if she wanted to tie her hair back and think of something. Klaus held Sunny with one hand and gripped onto Lilac’s arm with the other, as she carried two suitcases. Nick had two more, and Violet had another.

Lilac said, “Well, Nick, all I remember is her name. I think she might’ve babysat once? I just remember calling her Fierce Auntie Josephine.”

“She’s not really your Aunt.” Poe said. “She’s really your second cousin’s sister-in-law. Oh, children! Before I forget, I got you a little something!” He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small paper bag, awkwardly handing it to Sunny, the only one with free hands. “Peppermints!”

The siblings gave each other very tired looks, and Lilac said, “Thank you, Mr Poe.”

“That’s very kind of you.” Klaus said.

“You can eat them on your cab ride to Ms Anwhistle’s house.” Poe said. “Lilac, here’s some money for the cab- oh, your hands are full, someone take this? Thank you, Violet. She said over the phone that she couldn’t meet you at the dock, and I didn’t find it polite to ask why. I suspect it’s related to her husband’s death, and I should hope none of you are rude enough to ask how she became a dowager. Let me signal for a taxi.”

“What’s that?” Violet asked.

“Violet,” Poe said, “A girl your age should know that a taxi is a car which will drive you someplace for a fee.”

Klaus sighed, then turned to Violet. “‘Dowager’ is a fancy word for ‘widow.’”

“Thank you.” Violet said.

A taxi stopped for them, and as Poe started loading in their luggage, he said, “Now, I’d love to go with you, but the banking day has already begun, and if I don’t return soon I won’t get anything done. Your Aunt Josephine is a bit nervous about having six children around the house, but I assured her that you are all very well-behaved.” Nick laughed. “So please mind your manners, and you can call me at the bank if there’s any sort of problem. I should hope nothing goes wrong this time.”

As he gave money to the taxi driver, and the children piled into the backseat, Nick said, “So when do you think something’ll go wrong?”

“Hopefully we’ll have a bit of time.” Lilac sighed. “Solitude, stop wiggling so much. Sunny, stop biting on the seatbelt.”

“Lilac, stop being a buzzkill.” Violet said.

They said goodbye to Mr Poe, and the taxi drove off. Lilac and Nick, pressed against the windows, looked out at all the stores- a clothing store that seemed to be undergoing renovations, a terrible-looking restaurant called the Anxious Clown, with neon lights and balloons, and several closed-up shops.

“Should we have told him we’re allergic to peppermints?” Nick asked.

“I don’t think it’d matter.” Lilac sighed, taking the bag from Sunny and shoving it into her coat pocket.

“Although, technically,” Violet said, “We don’t know if Soli and Sunny are. They’ve never tried peppermint.”

“Technically, neither have I.” Nick said.

“Wait, yeah you have.” Klaus said. “At the birthday party, when I- wait, no, you didn’t eat the candy!”

“No, I just cried because I assumed you were gonna die.” Nick said. “Haven’t touched any peppermints since.”

“We could test it.” Violet said. “Call it an experiment.”

“Oh, God, no.” Lilac said. “No experiments. No!”

“This town doesn’t seem very crowded.” Klaus said, hoping to change the conversation.

“I was hoping we could make some friends here.” Nick said carefully.

“It’s the off-season.” the taxi driver explained, glancing back at them. “The town of Lake Lachrymose is a resort, and when the nice weather comes it’s as crowded as can be. But around now, things here are as dead as the cat I ran over this morning.”

“Oh my God.” Lilac muttered, and Solitude’s eyes widened.

“Speaking of which,” the driver said, “Hurricane Herman is expected to arrive in town in a week or so. Better make sure you have enough food up there in the house.”

“A hurricane on a lake?” Nick raised an eyebrow.

“I thought hurricanes only occurred near the ocean.” Klaus said.

“A body of water as large as Lake Lachrymose can have anything occur in it.” the driver said. “I’d be nervous to live on top of this hill, it’ll be difficult to drive down into town once the storm hits.”

Lilac peered out the window, seeing that they were indeed driving up very far, the town starting to look small beneath them.

“That lake is huge.” Nick said quietly.

“Gib.” Solitude nodded. “That’s the biggest body of water I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Who are you meeting all the way up here, again?”

“Our Aunt Josephine.” Lilac said. “She’s very fierce.”

“I should hope so, living at this height, so close to the lake.” the driver said. He parked the car, and the children slowly exited. Lilac went to the trunk for their luggage, and the other children looked ahead at the small house before them; it didn’t look very big, and desperately needed repainted. But as they approached, and Lilac said goodbye to the taxi driver and threw suitcases into her siblings’ hands, they saw that the rest of the house was hanging over a cliff, attached to the hill by spindly metal stilts.

“This is going to fall when a gust of wind comes by.” Nick said.

“Well,” Lilac said, “If Aunt Jo does live here, it must be safe.”

“Not if she’s a daredevil.” Violet said. “Maybe she only just built it. Hey, Li, maybe I should live in a house like this- except more off the cliff, can never be in too much danger!”

“Shut up.” Lilac rolled her eyes, walking up to the front door and ringing the doorbell. Solitude squirmed uncomfortably in Nick’s arms, muttering something about how he was holding her too tight, and Sunny leaned up against Klaus, wondering if she could just fall asleep for a while.

The door creaked open, and a nervous-looking woman peered out at them.

“Hello,” Lilac said, “Are you our Aunt Josephine?”

“Yes.” the woman said. “You must be the Baudelaires. Lilac, I haven’t seen you since you were a toddler, you’ve certainly grown.”

“Hello!” Violet said, stepping carefully forwards, “I’m Violet-”

“Careful, dear!” Josephine said. “Don’t touch the doorknob, it could shatter into a million pieces and pierce your eye.”

The children stared at her. “What?” Nick said.

“It could explode.” Josephine said. “Oh, dear. You don’t have hearing problems, do you?”

“No, he’s just an idiot.” Lilac said. “May we come in?” ‘

“Of course, of course, just make sure you push on the wood of the door.”

The siblings shared another look, and then they crept inside, glancing around the house. It didn’t look as bad as they’d feared; upon seeing half the house dangling off a cliff, they’d been afraid that everything would be scattered or tilted, but all of the furniture seemed to be in place.

“I’m afraid it’s a bit cold in here,” Josephine said.

“Is the radiator broken?” Lilac asked. “I’m very good at repairing things.”

“Oh, no, I’m just afraid to turn it on, as it may explode.”

Soli bit her lip. “Timor,” she whispered to Nick, meaning, “Someone’s been to crazy-town.”

“Oh! And that is the telephone, over there.” Josephine said. “It should only be used in emergencies, in case it electrocutes you.”

“I’ve read quite a bit about electricity,” Klaus said, “And I’m pretty sure that the telephone is perfectly safe.”

“Well,” Josephine didn’t meet his eye, “You can’t believe everything you read.”

“I’ve built a telephone before.” Violet said. “If you like, I could take the phone apart and show you how it works.”

“I don’t think so.” Josephine said. “You could pierce your skin with something sharp.”

“Delmo!” Sunny offered, which meant, “If you wish, I will bite the telephone to show you that it’s harmless!”

“Sunny!” Klaus said.

“Delmo?” Josephine asked. “What do you mean by ‘delmo’? I consider myself an expert on the English language, and I have no idea what the word ‘delmo’ means. Is she speaking some other language?”

“Sunny doesn’t speak fluently yet.” Klaus said. “She does know some English words.”

“And Italian.” Nick said. “Mom taught her some of that.”

“And Father taught us some Latin.” Klaus added. “But Sunny and Soli mostly just use baby talk.”

“Grun!” Solitude said, crossing her arms. “It’s not ‘baby’ talk!”

“Well, I will have to teach her proper English.” Josephine said stiffly. “I’m sure you all need some brushing up on your grammar, actually. Grammar is the greatest joy in life, don’t you find?”

Violet took a deep breath, and Lilac punched her on the shoulder before she could even think of saying anything. Klaus and Nick shared a look, while Solitude bit back a thought about how Uncle Monty’s collection seemed to be the greatest joy in life.

“We’ve always loved grammar.” Lilac finally said.

“Aunt Jo,” Nick asked, “What’s in that room over there?”

“Oh, that’s the library.” Josephine said. “I’ll be able to teach you grammar in there.”

“You have a library?” Klaus’s eyes lit up.

“Well, yes, but I mostly just use my grammar books. There’s nothing else of interest to me in there.”

“Perhaps we might take an interest in some of it.” Klaus said.

Josephine looked a bit startled, but she did nod and say, “You can put your stuff in your room. Follow me.” She started to walk, saying, “I’m sorry there’s only one, but my house isn’t very big.”

“We’ll be fine.” Violet said, though she had been secretly hoping she wouldn’t have to share a room with anyone.

“We can make ourselves comfortable.” Lilac said.

Aunt Josephine pushed open a door to a room that had two beds shoved into the corners and two hammocks hanging from the ceiling, as well as two good-sized cribs inbetween the beds.

“There’s a trunk at the edge of one of the beds.” Josephine said. “There’s a present for each of you, let me fetch them.”

She walked over to the trunk, opening it as the siblings put their suitcases down onto the other bed, and Nick and Klaus put Solitude and Sunny on the floor. Solitude walked over to one of the cribs, looking it over, and Sunny crawled towards Aunt Josephine, who pulled out two dolls.

“For Lilac and Violet,” she said, “There are some dolls, who come with lots of outfits. You’ll be able to share, won’t you?”

“Of course.” Violet said, forcing on a smile. She and Lilac were both too old for dolls, and Violet herself had never cared for them, being more interested in taking them apart and putting them back together than playing dress-up. “They look kind of like Marie Curie and Hedy Lamarr.”

“Thank you, Aunt Josephine,” Lilac said, trying to remember the last time she’d played dolls.

“For Nick,” Josephine said, “I have a model train set. You can set up the tracks in that corner of the room.”

“What fun.” Nick said stiffly. He never liked putting work into the putting together a train set, especially since he’d have to sit down and follow instructions to build it, and it could only go in an endless circle once he was done.

“For Klaus, I have a deck of cards. I don’t know much about young boys, but I’ve heard they like cards.”

“I once read a book on the history of legalized gambling.” Klaus said, trying to remember any rules of poker.

“And for little Solitude and Sunny,” Josephine said, “I have purchased two rattles. They sound the same, so you don’t have to worry about who gets which.”

She shook one, and Sunny forced a smile, but she glanced at Lilac with concern; she despised rattles, and she absolutely could not stand the noise they made. Solitude, who had bent down to look under her crib, sat back up and said, “Cooke,” which meant, “It kind of sounds like a Rattlesnake.”

“That’s very generous of you.” Lilac said.

“Well, I’m very happy you’re here.” Josephine said. “I can’t wait to share my love of grammar with you! We’ll have dinner in a few minutes, after you’ve settled in.”

“Aunt Josephine,” Klaus asked, “What are those cans for?”

“They are for burglars.” Josephine said. “Every night, I place these cans by the door, so when burglars come in, they’ll trip over the cans and wake us up.”

“But then what will we do?” Violet asked. “I’d prefer to sleep through a burglary than deal with an angry burglar.”

“Angry burglars?” Josephine’s eyes grew wide. “Are you trying to frighten me?”

“Of course not!” Lilac said, giving Violet another punch. “We didn’t mean to scare you at all.”

“Well, we’ll say no more about it.” Josephine said. “I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

She shut the door, and the Baudelaires listened to her footsteps for a moment, before Nick said, “Nice going, jackass.”

“It’s not my fault she’s scared of everything!” Violet protested.

“So that’s Fierce Aunt Josephine?” Klaus glared at Lilac.

“Maybe toddler-me was a sarcastic little shit.” Lilac shrugged. “It’s not like I’ve seen her since then.”

“Dorel,” Solitude said, pointing at the crib. “I’m too old for that, I moved out of cribs back when Sunny was born.”

“I know,” Lilac said. “But we’ll have to make the best of it. Maybe we can take the bars off so you can get in-and-out by yourself.”

“Sunny,” Klaus said, “You can have my deck of cards, if you want. You said you liked playing with them, didn’t you?”

Sunny nodded, and Nick added, “Lilac, you and Violet can have the trainset. Maybe you can engineer something with it.”

“I’ll take the rattles.” Violet said. “Maybe I can invent a better burglar alarm.”

“That would leave you boys with the dolls.” Lilac said.

“Plenty of boys enjoy playing with dolls.” Klaus shrugged. “Though I’d rather have a book. Maybe we can look through Aunt Josephine’s library later.”

“Do you think we’ll find the Eye somewhere?” Nick asked.

“Hopefully.” Lilac said. “We can find out about it.”

At the same time, Violet said, “Hopefully not, it’s creepy.”

They glanced at each other, and Lilac said, “Well, whether or not we like the gifts, Aunt Josephine went out of her way to get them for us. We shouldn’t complain.”

“You’re right,” Violet said, “We shouldn’t complain.”

“We shouldn’t complain.” Klaus said.

“Twee!” Sunny and Soli said.

After a second, though, Klaus said, “I want to complain anyway.”

They stared for a moment, and then Nick said, “Well, I’m gonna go disassociate in front of the fridge.”

“Don’t you dare.” Lilac said, grabbing his hand and dragging him back. “We’re all going to behave ourselves.”

“Since when have we ever behaved ourselves?”

“Nick!”

“Chilled cucumber soup,” Klaus said quietly, “Is certainly an… interesting choice.”

“Yes, it is very cold,” Josephine shrugged, looking around at the six kids crowded around the table, “I’m afraid to turn on the stove, in case it bursts into flames.”

Sunny gave her a look of utter bewilderment.

“My dear husband and I never had children,” Josephine said, “But I do want you to know I’m very happy that you’re here. I’m often very lonely without my husband, and when Mr Poe told me about your troubles, I didn’t want you to be as lonely as I was when I lost my dear Ike.”

“Ike was your husband?” Lilac asked.

Nick bit back a sarcastic No, really? as Josephine said, “Yes, he was my husband, my best friend, my partner in grammar, and the only person I knew who could whistle with crackers in his mouth.”

“Mother could do that.” Klaus remembered. “She could do Mozart’s fourteenth symphony.”

“Ike’s specialty was Beethoven’s fourth quartet.” Josephine said proudly.

“I’m sorry we never got to meet him.” Violet said. “He sounds wonderful.”

“He was wonderful.” Josephine said. “I was so sad when he died, I felt like I’d lost more than one special thing in my life.”

“What’s that mean?” Nick asked, ignoring Lilac’s kick from under the table.

“I lost Ike,” Aunt Josephine said, “And I lost Lake Lachrymose. I mean, it’s still there, of course, But I grew up on its shores, I used to swim in it every day. When it took poor Ik away from me, I was too afraid to go near it anymore. I even put away all my books on it. The only way I can bear to look at it is through the window in the library.”

“Can we see the Library?” Klaus asked, practically vibrating at the idea of seeing more books.

“I can show you, if you’re all finished with your soup.”

“We’re done, let’s see the books.” Nick said, already standing up.

“Nick, don’t be rude.” Lilac hissed.

“Oh, Lilac,” Josephine said, “I’m sure he’s just excited for grammar lessons.”

Nick took a deep breath. “Yes. That’s why I want to see the books. For grammar.”

Josephine stood up, leading them down the hallway and towards the back of the house. She pushed open a door, and the siblings stepped into the Library. Klaus gasped, grinning, as he saw the ovular room, one wall of which contained rows and rows of books. Books were also piled beside chairs, scattered on a table, inside cabinets of glass, and littered around the bottom of a statue of a woman with a sword.

The other side of the room had a wall made of glass, and the children ran over that way to look through the wide window, seeing an amazing view of Lake Lachrymose, which stretched out farther than they could see.

“This is the only way I can look at it,” Josephine said, “From far away. If I felt too close, I remember my last picnic on the beach with my darling Ike. I warned him to wait an hour after eating before he went into the lake, but he only waited forty-five minutes.”

“Did he get cramps?” Klaus asked. “That’s what happens when you swim after eating.”

“Well, in Lake Lachrymose, there’s another reason.” Josephine said. “If you don’t wait an hour, the Lachrymose Leeches smell food on you and attack.”

“Leech?” Soli looked up, interested.

“Blind worms that live in water and suck your blood.” Nick said.

“Snake?”

“No, they’re not snakes.”

“Hirudinea!” Solitude threw up her arms. “Then who cares?”

“That did not sound grammatically correct, Solitude.” Josephine said. “The Lachrymose Leeches are different from regular ones. They each have six rows of sharp teeth and one very sharp nose- they can smell the tiniest crumb of food from miles away. They’re usually harmless, but if they smell food on a human, they will swam and- and-”

She burst into tears, then, taking out a small handkerchief. “I apologize, children. It is not grammatically correct to end a sentence with the word ‘and’, but I get so upset when I think about Ike that I can’t talk about his death.”

“We’re sorry we brought it up.” Lilac said.

“That’s alright.” Josephine said. “I prefer to think of Ike in other ways. He always loved the sunshine, and I hope wherever he is, it’s sunny as can be.”

“Did you and Ike know our parents?” Klaus asked cautiously.

“Oh, yes. We used to develop secret codes together, and-” she cut herself off again, as if she realized something she wasn’t supposed to say.

“Our parents developed secret codes?” Klaus asked.

“Well, yes, I suppose we did.” Josephine said. “But mostly we just talked about grammar. We should really get to lessons.”

“Aunt Josephine,” Lilac asked, “Have you ever thought of maybe… moving someplace else? Maybe if you moved away from Lake Lachrymose, you might feel better.”

“Oh, I could never sell this house.” Josephine said. “I’m terrified of realtors.”

The siblings stared for a good, long while, and then Solitude said, “Paviduus,” which meant, “She’s the mayor of crazy-town.”

[kingfubuki92]

RWBY Volume 6: The Concept of the Huntsman. Did RWBY really sign up to be Huntsmen?

I’m not gonna split hair here because I’m in a bit of a bad mood right now, unrelated to this.

One of the biggest critiques I’ve seen against WBY for not wanting to keep fighting Salem if she can’t be killed is:

“They signed up to be Huntsmen, they can’t give up since this is what they signed up for, its not like the Grimm would all just be killed one day.”

Well, to that I ask:

“Who in RWBY actually signed up to be Huntsmen, just for the sake of being Huntsmen?”

Look back at Volume 2, in the episodes Search and Destroy and Mountain Glenn, when Dr. Oobleck begins questioning them on why they wanted to be Huntsmen. These were their initial responses:

Yang: The honest reason? I'm a thrill-seeker. I want to travel around the world and get wrapped up in as many crazy adventures as I can. And if I help people along the way, then that's even better. It's a win-win, y'know? 

Weiss: I'm a Schnee. I have a legacy of honor to uphold. Once I realized I was capable of fighting, there was no longer a question of what I would do with my life. It was my duty. 

Blake: There's too much wrong in this world to just stand by and do nothing. Inequality, corruption... Someone has to stop it.

Though later on, they go further into detail amidst themselves.

Weiss: When I said I wanted to honor my family's name, I meant it. But, it's not what you think. I'm not stupid. I'm fully aware of what my father has done with the Schnee Dust Company. Since he took control, our business has operated in a... moral gray area. Which is why I feel the need to make things right. If I had taken a job in Atlas, it wouldn't have changed anything. My father was not the start of our name, and I refuse to let him be the end of it.

Blake: All my life, I fought for what I thought was right. I had a partner named Adam. More of a mentor, actually. He always assured me that what we were doing would make the world a better place. But of course, his idea of a perfect future turned out to be not perfect for everyone. I joined the Academy because I knew that Huntsmen and Huntresses were regarded as the most noble warriors in the world. Always fighting for good. But I never really thought past that. When I leave the Academy, what will I - how can I undo so many years of hate? 

Yang: I've just kinda of always, gone with the flow, y'know? And that's fine, I mean, that's who I am. But how long can I really do that for? I wanna be a Huntress, not really because I want to be a hero, but because I want the adventure. I want a life where I won't know what tomorrow will bring. And that'll be a good thing. Being a Huntress just happens to line up with that. 

Note, that of the three of them, only one of them talks of being a Huntsman to make the world a better place, and that person is Blake, a Faunus who’s experienced first hand the racism her kind suffers thanks to growing up in the White Fang. Even then though, she has no idea as to how she would make the world the better place.

What is the one thing all three of them have in common though? The duty of being a huntsman isn’t why they chose the job, rather being a Huntsman is just a means to an end. They all chose the job of being Huntsmen to fulfill their own goals. For Weiss, restoring the SDC to the ideals her Grandfather Nicholas set. For Blake, ending the discrimination between Faunus and Humans. For Yang, having a life of adventure and finding her mother. The job about saving the world, that’s secondary to them. As Weiss put it in the same scene they rectified their answers:

Weiss: It's a job. We all had this romanticized vision of being a Huntress in our heads! But at the end of the day, it's a job to protect the people! And whatever we want, will have to come second.

Its a lot easier however to say you’ll put your goals behind a sense a duty then it is to actually go through with it. Not to sound Misanthropic, but as I’ve said before, Humanity is ruled by emotion, and one of these emotions, is Passion. A strong feeling towards something that can drive someone to selfish acts. Its one of the reasons “Crime of Passion” is called such, as its caused from sheer emotion. All the goals the three listed, they are extremely passionate about them. Couple them with extenuating circumstances such as:

Weiss not wanting to return to an abusive household she just left

Blake having to deal with her fear of Adam and trying to reconcile with Yang

Yang’s existing abandonment issues and PTSD dealt to her by Adam

They don’t have the heart to devote themselves body and soul to being Huntsman.

There is a reason why Oobleck didn’t question Ruby during their stay at Mountain Glenn after all. As Ozpin called her, she’s a “Smaller, more honest soul”, and her desires were always clear. From her first real talk with Blake they were made clear.

Ruby: As a girl, I wanted to be just like those heroes in the books... Someone who fought for what was right, and protected people who couldn't protect themselves!

Blake: That's... very ambitious for a child. Unfortunately, the real world isn't the same as a fairy tale.

Ruby: Well, that's why we're here! To make it better.

Ruby’s desires were always clear cut. She became a Huntsman for the sake of being a Huntsman. Her Teammates however all became them though because it was a means to an end. To that extent, they didn’t really sign up to be Huntsman. They took a job they planned on using to further their real goals.

While Weiss’ assessment above is close to what Oobleck was trying to teach them, its not the entirety of it. Look back to Oobleck said to Ruby when she asked him why he wanted to be a Huntsman.

Oobleck: Look around and tell me what you see. I see lives that could have been saved. As a Huntsman, it is my job to protect the people, and although I am capable of doing it with traditional weaponry, I believe I can make a much larger impact if I do it with my mind. As a teacher, I'm able to take knowledge, the most powerful weapon of them all, and place it in the hands of every student that passes through my classroom. I look at this wasteland, and I see lives that could have been saved, but I also see an opportunity; an opportunity to study these ruins and learn from this tragedy, and therefore become stronger. I am a Huntsman, Ruby, because there is nothing else in this world I would rather be.

Oobleck wasn’t trying to teach them to put their goals behind them in favor of pursuing the idea of being a Huntsman, he was trying to teach them to use what they know, what they desire, to let them be the best Huntsmen they could be.

Weiss’ journey wouldn’t end at fixing the SDC, it would continue on. Part of the ideal of Nicholas Schnee was that he was someone who led the SDC on the front-lines, his skills as a warrior letting him help and protect his workers as they made Mantle great. Weiss would be able to fix the SDC and maintain it by working with Atlesian Military, be more open in dust usage, and fighting alongside them. She wouldn’t just be the CEO of the SDC, she’d be a Huntsman, a hero to Atlas and one who would defend not just her home, but the world with her companies dust.

Blake wants to end discrimination between Humanity and Faunus, and the actions she and her family took at Haven are in the right direction. Be a Huntsman and defend Humanity and Faunus regardless of their opinion on you, and fight. Fight to protect, fight for both Humanity and Faunus kind.

Yang wanted a life of adventure, but she could have this by travelling around and going to places in need of help first and foremost. A wandering huntsman, helping those as she travels, (Like the Nomad of Nowhere) except here the helping others would be at the forefront, while her life of adventure would come as a result of travelling around to help others.

Oobleck tried to teach them not to sacrifice their dreams, but to incorporate them into their being Huntsmen.

Sadly, they didn’t fully grasp the lesson. They were close, but they didn’t get there.

So to use the argument that they signed up to be Huntsmen is a flawed one, as they didn’t really sign up to be Huntsmen, they signed up for a means to an end. They weren’t committed to the cause like say Ruby is, they just saw it as a means to accomplishing their real life goals.

If they weren’t really committed to being Huntsmen, why would they be committed to stopping Salem after all?

[ohsweetflips]

hawk in the raven nest, chapter one

A/N: it’s here!!! i am about 95% done with this fic, which means i can finally begin posting!!! as some of you might have seen on my blog, this is my raven!neil fic that i have been working on since april!!! likes, reblogs, and feedback mean the world to me, and thank you to all that have supported me while writing this :)

a thank you goes from the bottom of my heart to @exybee​, who is the reason that this fic became a thing!!!

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Nathaniel Wesninski traced the three on his cheek. At a younger age, the marker would have smudged under his touch; however, the ink, scarred into his face, held up. The three was the ever constant reminder that that was where he stood in the nest. He was not first like Riko Moriyama; he was not invincible like Riko Moriyama. He was not King Riko Moriyama. He was not second like Kevin Day. He was not valuable like Kevin Day was valuable. He was not Kevin Day, the one who was meant to make something of his life with Riko Moriyama.

He was third. He was third from the top, second most valuable piece of property. He was third, and therefore more punishable than first. He was third in rank, and there was a price sitting on his head. At one point he was a being. He once had something to him other than a three and a price tag.

If his life had gone different, he could have been something more . If his father wasn’t the Butcher, the Moriyama’s infamous executioner, or if his mother hadn’t been killed in trying to make Nathaniel free of the Moriyama’s power, he could have been someone different.

But this wasn’t that life. This was the life where he was Nathaniel Wesninski, sold by Nathan Wesninski, bought by Lord Kengo Moriyama, and given to Riko Moriyama.

The life where he was third and paired off with Jean Moreau, all before he was Nathaniel Wesninski.

He covered up the three on his cheek with his index finger. The three was what made him recognizable. Everyone knew who he was because of that number.

For a second, he wondered what life would be like if he was completely unrecognizable.

But there was no life outside of the Nest. Not until he was signed onto his future Court team. And then there would be no life outside of Exy.

The bathroom light flickered, and suddenly the black walls and ceiling and floor and aspects of red felt all-too-suffocating. He turned on his heel and shoved the door open before he could feel the cold grip of claustrophobia start to strangle him. The black hallway of the Nest swallowed him whole as he stepped out. The yellow and red lights shone down at him as he made his way down the hall and to his shared room. Even after being with the Ravens for ten years, the red glow still made him feel uneasy, like something terrible was always creeping up right behind him and he was too slow to catch it.

He swung open his bedroom door and found Jean Moreau sat on his bed across from Nathaniel’s. His fellow backliner, Nathaniel wouldn’t call Jean a friend. They were more so allies. They were paired at three and four (Jean with his own number marring his face), and therefore were the only person each other had guarding their back. As Nathaniel was, Jean was also sold by his father and bought by the Ravens. Both were trained by Riko, since Tetsuji wouldn’t waste his oxygen on those who weren’t his promised prodigies. Under Riko, they were not his teammates; they were his property. They each had to suffer through his violence, physical and mental, and pick each other up off the ground as the other Ravens watched and did nothing.

No, they weren’t friends, but they were more than allies; Jean and Nathaniel were what was keeping each other alive. They understood their situations in the lives they were living, and both knew that things could have been better if other things went different. While Riko and Kevin were destined to a life of greatness, they were forced into it.

Jean looked up when Nathaniel entered and watched silently as he shut the door behind him and crossed to his bed. When Nathaniel was laying back and staring at the ceiling, he spoke up in French, “One day Riko might actually kill Andrew.”

“Andrew might be the only person Riko wouldn’t want to waste his time replacing,” he said, lolling his head to the side to look at Jean.

Andrew Minyard was the best goalkeeper Nathaniel had ever seen, though he never expected anything less from a Raven. He was the only one exempt from having a partner on the Ravens only because Riko wasn’t going to bring in a sixth-wheel to their Top Five. However, that didn’t mean that Andrew was alone; it just meant that he had the other Top Four looming over him.

Nathaniel and Andrew were very different people, for Nathaniel enjoyed Exy and Andrew did not (among other reasons). From the moment Andrew met Nathaniel, the former made it very clear that he hated how Nathaniel was just as Exy-obsessed as Kevin.

Sports newscasters identified him by his number five, a late addition to Riko’s inner circle at being recruited last year. The Ravens identified him by his black armbands that he wore everyday and an attitude problem that could be split into two sections: pre and post medication. Andrew was put on court-mandated medication instead of being arrested for nearly killing four men who assaulted his cousin, and he was supposed to be on it for three years before being eased off it.

Pre-medication, Nathaniel found himself actually surprised that Riko (and Kevin) wanted Andrew in the first place. He talked back, he was rude, and his attention span barely found an ounce of care for Exy. All around, he was destined to be the bane of Riko’s (and Kevin’s) existence.

And then Riko realized that Andrew would be the Ravens’ unwanted weak link, and a week into training for Andrew’s freshman season, Riko pulled some strings and Andrew was forced into a withdrawal two and a half years early. Nathaniel didn’t know what Riko expected when Andrew was taken off medication. He still talked back. He was still rude, except this time it was more blunt than hyper. The only thing that changed was his care for Exy: he cared even less.

But Nathaniel wasn’t wrong when he said that Riko wouldn’t do anything to Andrew. At least, he didn’t think he was wrong. He assumed Riko steered clear of Andrew because he was too valuable of a player. He didn’t care, he would never practice outside of the mandatory practices, and yet barely anyone could score on him. In a game, it was an off day for Andrew if someone scored past him four times. And that was what made him irreplaceable. He was the top pick as goalie for every school that offered Exy; Riko wouldn’t be able to find anyone better. He had no choice but to resort to verbal threats instead of physical.

Besides, even if Riko did ever physically attack Andrew, everyone knew that Andrew would fight back, and fight back harder. Riko valued his life too much to risk it with Andrew.

Andrew had a twin and cousin somewhere that both played Exy, but he showed up to the Ravens alone. The Ravens didn’t have time to raise families; if they weren’t good enough, they would just have to deal with one less cousin.

(Apparently they dealt just fine, since twin Aaron Minyard and cousin Nicholas Hemmick were signed onto the Palmetto Foxes the same year Andrew was signed to the Ravens.)

“Riko only has so much patience,” Jean said, shaking his head.

Jean actually looked concerned, and Nathaniel furrowed his eyebrows. “Are you actually worrying about Andrew?”

“I’m worrying about us,” Jean lowered his voice to a whisper even though they were the only two in the room, not to mention they weren’t even speaking English. “You know that Riko’s anger comes straight back to us.”

Jean wasn’t wrong. After Andrew bluntly expressed his apathy for the sport, Riko lost it. The only reason Jean and Nathaniel didn’t face the brunt of his anger was because they got out of the locker room fast enough to be out of Riko’s sight. However, Nathaniel knew they wouldn't always be so lucky. Despite having just won the championships (again) in the end of March, they only got a few days off before starting up training again. The season didn't pick back up until August. There were still many opportunities for Andrew to piss off Riko, and no one would step in when Riko finally turned his anger to Nathaniel and Jean.

“We survived it before,” was all Nathaniel could think of saying.

“And what if there comes a time when we don’t?”

“Let me rephrase, we don’t have a choice on whether or not we live,” Nathaniel said, now lowering his own voice. Jean’s paranoia made him feel anxious, too, and now he feared that others were listening and taking note of the foreign language. They weren’t supposed to be speaking in a language Riko didn’t understand. “We’re loose ends, Jean, and you’re smart enough to know that. With us, there is no room for mistakes, no room for a breaking point. We have to survive and be strong because we have no other option. The Ravens don’t handle weakness, and neither do those who bought us. We’re stuck living a life where we have to survive every blow thrown at us. It’s either we survive and take the cards we have been dealt, or die. There’s no middle ground with people like us..”

Jean went silent at the grim truth that both of them have always known from the moment they entered Castle Evermore.

Finally, Jean said in English, “We have to get to the stadium.”

--

Castle Evermore, home of the Ravens. The stadium walls welcomed their team with open arms, and loomed over opposing teams with an oppressive stance. On the walls, up by the rafters, hung all the Championship banners the team had won. Their most recent win was already added. All the ravens on the banners stared down at the team, pressuring them to constantly do better than before.

Nathaniel had high hopes for his team. They were undefeated for as long as they have existed. All cockiness aside, they were the reigning team in the nation. Sometimes, though, he wondered if they would ever reach a point where they couldn’t get any better. He had seen teams hit rock bottom, like the Palmetto Foxes, but could a team only go so high? Nathaniel had confidence, but he did wonder if there would ever be a team that would one day knock them out.

With the way Coach Tetsuji trained them and Riko pushed them, however, he couldn’t see that day coming anytime soon. The Ravens worked sixteen hour days. For them, sports came before grades, so most of that time was dedicated towards Exy. A few hours were spent in between for three or four of the athletes to group together and go to a class made specifically for them.

The Ravens didn’t associate with anyone outside the team. It was to eliminate distractions and keep everyone’s focus on the game. Coach didn’t want outside forces affecting his athletes’ mentality. No one who was recruited ever questioned that, not even Andrew (though Andrew wasn’t a particularly social guy). And people like Riko, Kevin, Nathaniel, and Jean all accepted it. Riko naturally accepted it since he grew up with it. Kevin followed Riko. And Nathaniel and Jean, who were bought, knew that they might as well follow the leading duo for it was better than the alternative.

Besides, if the Ravens social group was only the Ravens, it made practices (slightly) easier to handle. They had no other places to be or people to see.

“Wesninski, get your head out of your ass, we have a practice to start.”

At his name being said, Nathaniel realized he had been standing at the edge of the court, staring blankly up at the banners. He looked over his shoulder and saw Kevin Day approaching, helmet in his right hand and racket on his left shoulder.

“Just taking in our new win,” Nathaniel said as he retrieved his remaining gear that laid discarded on the nearby bench.

“Are you surprised?” Kevin asked, leaning on the divider wall. “Of course we won. No other team can even come close to beating us.”

“Not even the Trojans?” A smirk appeared on Kevin’s lips at the mention of the Trojans. Even though he was a Raven at heart, his favorite team was the University of Southern California’s Trojans.

“Jeremy wishes he could beat us.”

“You’re still as cocky as ever.”

“With all of our wins, we have a right to be,” Kevin said, now casting his eyes up at the banners.

Nathaniel wouldn’t really consider Kevin a friend despite being part of the inner circle, too many things had changed. With competition and the lifestyle of the Ravens being worked into their everyday lives, Kevin and Nathaniel were now teammates, dependents of each other, before they were friends. But they were friends once. It used to be the Top Three, and then it became the Top Four, and as of recently the Top Five, also known as the Perfect Court; however, even that had split into Riko Moriyama and Kevin Day, Nathaniel Wesninski and Jean Moreau, and then Andrew Minyard, separate but watching.

The Perfect Court wasn’t a place for friends; it was for success.

Friend or not, though, Nathaniel did find room to appreciate the easy atmosphere between him and Kevin. Talking with Kevin was much easier than talking with Riko, less intimidating than talking with Riko.

The rest of the Ravens began to trickle on. Somewhere in the middle came Andrew Minyard, helmet hanging by his fingertips, racket lazily draped over his shoulder, and black armbands under his jersey.

Kevin’s eyes darted to Andrew, though Andrew paid no mind. “You’re going to try today.” It wasn’t a question but a command.

“I don’t recall you being captain,” Andrew shot back, not sparing Kevin or Nathaniel a glance as he walked past them. Both knew that if Riko told him the same thing, he still wouldn’t listen.

And that’s what confused Nathaniel. It was beyond him why Kevin wanted Andrew so badly. Riko had been fine leaving Andrew after he rejected their initial recruitment. Riko didn’t have the time or patience to deal with athletes who had an attitude problem, so he was happy leaving Andrew “to rot”. However, Kevin kept persisting Andrew, and suddenly papers were being signed to make Andrew a Raven. And then there was a five on his cheek and he was a part of the inner circle.

And what confused Nathanial even more than that was how often Kevin and Andrew stuck together. It was always Riko and Kevin. Wherever Riko was, there was Kevin, and vice versa. But where there was Kevin, there was Andrew somewhere nearby, lurking. Nathaniel didn’t know if they were forming some sort of alliance between themselves, but he definitely didn’t think that the two were particularly close. The two so often fought (mostly Kevin fighting and Andrew staring through him) about Exy, or a lack of care for it, that he was surprised the two could even stand the sight of each other certain days.

The only possible conclusion Nathaniel could jump to was that Andrew had something that Kevin wanted.

Nathaniel didn’t get enough time to even consider asking, for the last two to enter the court were Riko Moriyama and Coach Tetsuji. Riko shadowed off of his uncle’s shoulder, scanning his eyes across his fellow teammates. He had a hard look in his eye, one that refused to tolerate any bullshit (though Nathaniel realized a long time ago that “bullshit” meant any slight inconvenience).

Once the entire team had warmed up, Tetsuji brought them in to talk about the day’s practice. Riko, Kevin, Nathaniel, and Jean all clumped together, with Andrew somewhere on the outskirts. Today was for scrimmages. Tetsuji split them into two teams of eleven. Riko, Kevin, Nathaniel, Jean, and Andrew all ended up on one team together, and Nathaniel wasn’t surprised at all. Tetsuji had told his team multiple times before that Riko, Kevin, Nathaniel, Jean, and Andrew were the pinnacle of what Exy players should be.

They were the Top Five, the Perfect Court.

The scrimmages were played like actual games, and just as rough. The Ravens barely took breaks, even when Exy season was technically over. This intense training year round allowed for the current team members to never lose their abilities, and it challenged incoming athletes to see how easily they could pick up Raven strategies.

Nathaniel’s team was doing fairly well. Both Riko and Kevin had scored twice each on the opposing team’s goal while that side had yet to get one past Andrew. Andrew was involved enough in the scrimmage; he was blocking all the shots. However, whenever Nathaniel cast a glance at him, he was leaning on his stick, watching the match in front of him with more apathy than interest. Only when the ball neared the goal did he move his racket.

Nathaniel couldn’t see Riko and Kevin’s faces through their helmets, but he could tell when they were staring each other, having some sort of conversation that didn’t require speaking. After that, it didn’t take long for Kevin to become fed up with Andrew’s disinterest.

“Are you going to actually make an effort on this team, or are you going to stand there and waste space?” Kevin demanded of Andrew once Tetsuji called the scrimmage to a halt. His voice had boomed down to the home goal from half-court, but now he was stomping his way over to Andrew.

Andrew took his own helmet off and feigned offense. “Waste space? You wound me.”

“This isn’t the time for jokes, Minyard,” Kevin growled. By now, the entire court had their eyes on the pair, even Tetsuji. Nathaniel saw that Riko was watching them with his helmet held to his side.

“I never kid, Kevin.”

“Really?” Kevin’s voice was growing angrier and he was losing any composure he had left. Kevin had the tendency to be an asshole when it came to Exy, and it wasn’t the first time Kevin lacked tolerance for one of his teammates (especially Andrew). “Because that performance looked like a joke to me. Just because you got no shots past you doesn’t mean you can just stand there like none of this matters. You will not let this team suffer, you will not jeopardize our future, because you can’t bring yourself to give a shit about any of this.” It was another command that Nathaniel was sure Andrew was going to dismiss.

“I’m doing what you brought me here to do: guard your goal,” Andrew said, leaning on his racket. “Was there something in the fine print that I missed? I didn’t realize getting a hard-on for Exy was required.”

Nathaniel wondered if Kevin regretted putting that five on Andrew’s face. From where Nathaniel was standing, he could see Kevin clench his free fist before dropping his helmet to the floor. “I will not let you humiliate me for bringing your ass here,” Kevin fumed as took one step closer to Andrew. He shifted his one hand as if to grab Andrew by the jersey and the other reeled back. For Kevin, reeling his hand back was just a threat; Riko would be the one to actually hit people, but he was just watching. He looked completely entertained with how the event in front of him was progressing.

Except before Kevin could get either of his hands on Andrew, Andrew managed to drop his stick and helmet and secure Kevin’s wrists in his own hands. No one expected Andrew’s reflexes to be as fast as they were after taking it “easy” in the recent scrimmage.

“Do you really want to do that, Kevin?” Andrew asked, his voice monotone though his hands did not release their grip on Kevin’s wrists.

The room, which had only been filled with the sounds of Andrew and Kevin and slight shuffling, fell deathly silent.  It was one thing for Andrew to physically resist Kevin, surprising yes, but not horrifying. But to so blatantly issue a challenge, a threat, to Kevin, that was a bit closer to horrifying.

Kevin didn’t do anything for a moment. The two stared at each other with locked eyes. It was like they were daring each other to just do something and see what happened. Kevin was the first to break the stare. He tugged his hands back and Andrew let them slip from his grip. As Kevin stepped away, Andrew bid him goodbye with his two-fingered salute.

Riko did not look amused anymore; His gaze had turned cold and as he watched Kevin and Andrew separate, Nathaniel was unsure of whether his aggravation was for Kevin or Andrew.

At one point when the next scrimmage started, Andrew deflected the ball so hard and fast that it would have pelted Laura Jenkins, who had tried to make the goal in the first place, if she didn’t leap out of the way.

It was impossible to not notice the tension running through Kevin’s body.

During another break later in that practice, Nathaniel slipped into the locker room. The tension in practice had not let up after the whole Kevin and Andrew thing; in fact, it only got worse. Kevin and Riko were now both on edge, and shouting at anyone who breathed wrong on the court. Nathaniel was as dedicated to Exy as the next Raven was, but the leading duo’s voices became grating on the nerves after a while.

Nathaniel was about to let the door shut behind him when he heard the sound of a body being slammed into a locker. His reflexives caused his hand to instantly shoot out and grab the door handle, preparing for a quick getaway. However, he stopped his runaway when he heard voices.

“You knew what you had to do,” Riko Moriyama snapped. “You were supposed to train your fucking pet. You were to show him what happens to those who disrespect their superiors.”

“How? With force?” It was Kevin. Nathaniel hadn’t even noticed that Riko and Kevin walked into the locker room.

“That’s how you get people to learn their place in this world.”

“He doesn’t listen, he never has. I can’t-”

Once again, the sound of a body being slammed into lockers filled the room. It was obvious that they were talking about Andrew. It wasn’t the first time Riko and Kevin fought, but those fights didn’t regularly involve their goalkeeper. Nathaniel knew that he should leave, that this wasn’t his place to be or conversation to hear. Yet, his hand remained on the door handle but did not pull it open, and his feet never left where they stood.

“You were the one to bring a fucking embarrassment onto this team! He’s your responsibility, not mine,” Riko growled. “We should have left him to continue living his short, miserable life. He has no place here, he will only bring this team down. He’s your responsibility and you let him put his fucking hands on you like you’re his bitch?”

Riko probably had more to say, he always had more to say, but Kevin cut him off with, “Riko, please, it’s not-”

“Stop talking!” Riko shouted. Nathaniel flinched despite not being the person Riko’s anger was directed at. “You letting him push you around like this, it’s a fucking disgrace, Kevin, and it’s making you look like an embarrassment. And then that makes me look like an embarrassment and a disgrace, and you can’t fuck up my future for me by having a feral dog out on the court.”

There was a beat of silence and Nathaniel was waiting for something, anything. He expected Kevin to fight back, to try to defend himself, but he said nothing.

“Make Andrew obey,” Riko said. “Or else we’re going to have a problem that’s taken up with Tetsuji.” Tetsuji was one to strike fear, and pain, into his players if they weren’t playing to his standards. If a problem, especially one plaguing the Perfect Court, was brought to him, Nathaniel couldn’t see any one of them coming out without new bruises and scars.

Nathaniel had a feeling the conversation was over. He quietly slid back out of the locker room, not wanting to even think about what would happen if Riko discovered that him and Kevin were not alone for their discussion.

[gashinamoon]

Across the Hall - an Olicity AU

Words: 2405

Tags: Fluff, Angst, Humour, Feels, Neighbours AU

Summary: Felicity Smoak is used to being alone, used to loneliness. Until one day she doesn't want to be.

Notes: I woke up feeling sad and miserable and instead of wallowing in it, I decided to channel it into some writing. I'm posting this as a new work rather than sticking it in with my drabbles even though I currently have no plans to write anymore to it, just in case my muse ever strikes and wants me to continue it. I always forget how much I love a good old Neighbours AU until I start reading/writing them. And writing this has left me with only 3.2k words left to hit my Camp NaNoWriMo goal, so yay!

Any words of encouragement are always greatly appreciated! So please let me know what you think of this once you're done :)

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Friday nights are the worst.

Felicity is used to being by herself, she's used to the dull ache of loneliness and has grown to just accept it as part of herself at this point. She’s used to doing everything alone and spending entire days in silence, entire weeks without really communicating with anyone besides the cashier at the grocery store or the doorman delivering her takeout or the casual exchanges of small talk with her neighbour who lives across the hall whenever they happen to cross paths every now and then. Sometimes she even enjoys the long, quiet days; sometimes they feel more like solitude than loneliness.

But Friday nights are hard because she's aware more than usual of now unusual it is for a human being to spend so much time alone.

If she's really quiet, which she usually is, she can hear people in the apartments nearby all getting ready to go out on Friday evenings. She hears them playing music, singing loudly and out of key as the alcohol they're consuming starts to take over their body. She hears them greet friends and offer them inside. She hears them laughing and singing some more, together this time. And then she hears the door close as they head out for the night, to bars and movies and dinner dates.

The building is never quite as quiet as it is on Friday evenings, the loneliness never quite as loud.

Felicity knows she's partly to blame for the way her life is now. She knows she could try harder to make friends, introduce herself properly to her neighbours, even go out downtown one evening and start talking to people in bars. She knows she could look for a job, one in an office building or a store, anything other than one that she does from home, day in day out just sitting on her computer at her dining room table. She knows she could join the gym, go to a class on poetry or pottery, start going running or hiking with local groups. But she doesn't. Whenever she convinces herself to try, she talks herself out of it in the end. Convinces herself she's perfectly happy and content being by herself.

And she is.

Until the days where she isn't.

Until the days where she feels suffocated by silence and wants to stand out in the street and scream and beg for someone to notice her. Until the days where she sits alone and cries into the arm of the couch for what feels like hours. Until the days where she can't face getting out of bed in a morning because the thought of another breakfast alone is just too much to bear.

She hears her mother’s voice in her head on those days, strong and warm and whole, as though she’s standing right in front of her with her hands on her hips and a stern but soft look on her face. “You need to get out there, Felicity. You need to let people in.”

She misses her mom so much. She can't believe it's been two years now since she passed away.

She knows her mom is right, she knows that she should open the door and get out there, just out of her apartment, but she's become so used to the safety of her four walls. Nothing can hurt her in here. Nothing can leave her.

But for once in her life it's Friday again and she's sick of being alone. She's sick of drinking wine by herself and falling asleep halfway through a movie before it's barely 9pm because she's so exhausted.

So before she can even talk herself out of it, she's leaving her apartment and crossing the hall, hesitating only minutely before knocking on the door of her neighbour, the only one who has ever made an effort to speak to her in passing. She doesn't blame her other neighbours for ignoring her. She knows she walks around with her headphones on and her hood up and refuses to make eye contact or smile at anyone. She knows she's not an approachable person in the slightest.

But that's never stopped him. He's smiled and said hi almost every single time he's seen her for as long as she can remember, ever since she moved in two years ago. She doesn't even speak back sometimes, but that doesn't seem to deter him. Sometimes, those basic and short interactions with him have felt life saving. A simple hello can mean so much when you're as lonely as she is.

She doesn't know much about him; their conversations, if you can call them that, have never strayed beyond small talk. The most she knows about him is that he loves the rain. She knows that because whenever it's raining and she bumps into him, he tells her what a wonderful day it is. She hates the rain, but hearing him say that always makes her smile anyway.

She's deep in thought when he answers the door. He looks confused for a fraction of a second before a smile crosses his face. “Hey, you.”

Felicity smiles back. “Hi. I know this is weird because we don't really know each other but-”

“I know you. You're the mysterious girl from across the hall who hates the rain and is always listening to music,” he grins, leaning on the door frame looking completely at ease.

She's never really paid attention before to how tall he is, but he towers over her even leaning over like that. Normally she’d find that intimidating. But she doesn't feel intimidated at all, not whilst he’s smiling at her the way he is. Her face feels hot under his gaze and she knows she’s blushing. She hopes he doesn't notice.

“Right, I mean besides that, obviously.”

“Obviously.” There's that grin again, it reaches all the way to his eyes.

“Anyway, as I was saying, I know we don't really know each other and I've never knocked on your door before, but I was wondering if you'd like to come over and watch a movie with me? I have wine and snacks and an impressive collection of horrors. Or sci-fis. Or any movie, really. Except romantic movies. I hate those.”

“I can tell. You really don't look like the kind of girl who would cry herself to sleep over The Notebook.”

“Nicholas Sparks is the worst. His novels are so unrealistic. And someone always dies! I can't believe people actually want to make movies about depressing stuff like that. I don't understand why anyone would invest so much time into something that's going to make them feel miserable. I mean, what's the point? There's plenty of stuff in reality that makes people cry without creating fiction that does the same thing,” she laughs, rolling her eyes

Oliver doesn't respond, he just looks at her intensely, still smiling, like he's trying to figure out a puzzle.

She shifts awkwardly, resting her weight on one leg and then the other.

“Who would have ever thought you had so much to say?” He asks, although she's not sure he's asking her directly or whether the question is rhetorical, a thought he’s said aloud.

She shrugs anyway, biting her lip. “Sorry.”

He almost looks offended as she speaks. “Don't apologise. You have a nice voice.”

She blushes again and this time she knows he notices because his eyes warm and his smile grows as she feels the heat in her cheeks.

He holds out his hand. “I'm Oliver, by the way. I figured if we’re going to hang out, you should probably know my name.”

She takes his hand and shakes it, delighting in how warm and firm his touch is, feeling goosebumps run down her spine. It's been so long since anyone touched her. So long she can hardly bear to think about it. She inhales deeply, shakily, trying to stop her mind from going there.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and she silently screams at herself inside her head for being so readable.

“Yup. Fine. Just fine.” He's still holding her hand. “I'm Felicity,” she forces herself to say, before she lets go and returns her hand back to her side.

Oliver watches her every movement and for the first time that evening, she starts to question whether this was a good idea after all. Maybe making friends with an attractive stranger wasn't the best way to start after years of extremely minimal social interaction and human contact. Maybe she should just go home and call an old friend from high school or something.

“Felicity,” he says thoughtfully. “It suits you.”

She snorts. “Really? You know that it means happiness, right? I don't think I could be any less suited to my name.”

But Oliver doesn't laugh, he just smiles softly at her. “I think I could prove you wrong.”

It sounds like a promise.

She doesn't know what to say so she's says nothing. She figures he's used to her silence by now anyway.

He watches her for a long time and surprisingly, Felicity grows less and less uncomfortable the longer he does. She still can't bring herself to meet his eyes, so she continues staring at his hands instead. She wants to hold his hand again. She hates how much she wants to hold his hand again.

“Are you seeing anyone, Oliver?” She asks, surprising herself and him, and she blushes again. “Not that I'm asking for any particular reason, obviously. I'm just making conversation.”

She curls her fingers into tight fists, until she can feel her nails digging into her palms and for the second time wishes she hadn't come over after all. But Oliver doesn't seem too phased by her question. His eyes only stay surprised for a short while before the warmth returns to them and his smile.

“Honestly, Felicity, I'm not sure.”

She looks up at him then, meeting his eyes, and for the first time, she sees a hint of sadness in them. The overpowering urge to hold his hand returns but she forces it down, curling her fingers even tighter into her palms, almost until it hurts.

“It sounds like there's a story behind that,” she says and he chuckles, softly.

“Maybe after that wine you promised, I'll tell you about it,” he replies, his smile returning as he leans into his apartment and grabs his phone and keys, slipping them into his pocket. “Should I bring anything?”

“Hmm, well I have chips and I'm sure I have popcorn in the cupboard somewhere. And the wine, like I said. But it would be awesome if you happened to have ice-cream or something.”

“I have ice-cream.”

“What flavour?”

“Guess.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said guess. Try and guess what kind of ice-cream is my favourite. Which kind I always have in my freezer.”

Felicity stands back a little and regards him. For some reason, she desperately wants to get this right. She thinks carefully over each flavour inside her head, trying to picture exactly which one he’d indulge on after a long day at work.

“My instinct is to say chocolate, but that's boring. That's the obvious choice. And I don't think you're that obvious,” she begins, watching his face for any clue that she’s getting the answer wrong. When she doesn't spot any, she continues. “And I don't think you're a vanilla kind of guy either.”

Oliver chuckles, watching her as she watches him. “You really thought long and hard about this, didn't you?”

“I'm usually really good at reading people, I just haven't had a lot of practice lately. So I wanted to make sure I got this right,” she smiles, amusement pulling at her lips as she watches his reaction, watches him raise his eyebrows questioningly at her, clearly in disbelief that she’s going to guess correctly.

She thinks for a few more long seconds before she decides.

“Raspberry Ripple,” she says, confidently. “Am I right?”

He doesn't answer her right away, just continues looking at her with an unreadable expression.

“What makes you say that?” He asks, opening his door fully and stepping inside towards his freezer.

“I'm not sure, exactly. I just know that people wouldn't expect it. So that's why you choose it. No one would ever assume that you like the slightly bitter but deliciously sweet taste of raspberry in your ice-cream. Not a lot of people do. Most people prefer more conventional flavours. And that's why raspberry is your favourite. Because it's unexpected,” she says, thoughtfully, partly making it up on the spot and partly just watching his face and letting it tell her what to say. “And also because the stores never run out of it. Because it's no one’s favourite,” she adds with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood a little.

Oliver is standing so still and looking at her so intensely that her joke goes unappreciated. She clears her throat awkwardly.

A smile creeps back onto Oliver’s face as he reaches into the freezer and pulls out a tub of ice-cream. Before he's even turned around to face her again, she knows she was right.

Raspberry Ripple.

“See? I told you I was good at reading people,” she says, feeling pleased and proud of herself.

She's glad she hasn't lost the ability to read others. In fact, if anything, it's probably stronger now than it ever was. Being a natural born introvert has always made it easy for Felicity to watch people and learn things about them without them ever having to say a word. She used to spend her entire lunch breaks at school just sitting in the cafeteria guessing things about the lives of her classmates around her. And given that she hasn't really spoken to anyone since her mother died, and before that even, most of her life is spent watching people, learning them, comparing their behaviours and unconscious habits.

“Felicity, you are remarkable,” Oliver says, as he approaches her again, his eyes meeting hers with that same intense look he’d had before, except now it’s a little softer around the edges.

She smiles somewhat awkwardly under his gaze. “Thank you for remarking on it.”

Oliver grins at that and steps out of his apartment, letting the door close softly behind him, the ice cream tucked under one arm. “So, where’s this wine you keep talking about?”

She smiles back. “Follow me.”

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Chapter 10

This chapter marks the end of Volume 1 of TSSBD!, and there will be a short break of one week before Volume 2.

Wake Up and Smell the Coffee

-Morgan stares at where Quinn used to be. All that’s left is a pink haze-

Morgan: Quinn…?

-nope-

Morgan: Quinn…

-she starts to shake-

Morgan: No…

-and off she runs-

Morgan: Please, please, please…

-Morgan runs through the streets, finding only piles of ash and the branches of Death magic, still hanging in the air-

-Liz appears next to her, and places a hand on her shoulder. Morgan jerks away-

Liz: Laura was going to tell you. It’s why I had her go with Evan. I thought your finding out then would be…counterproductive.

Morgan: So you decided you just wouldn’t tell me at all?

Liz: Come to the graveyard. We’ll explain everything there.

Morgan: Do I have a choice?

Liz: You could run. I wouldn’t recommend it.

-she gently pushes on Morgan’s back. Morgan takes the hint and proceeds towards the graveyard, Liz trailing behind, her expression unreadable-

-as they arrive at the graveyard, they find the rest of team Zaresi gathered. Evan is lounging on a tombstone, the Reapers have clustered around Zaresi, and Laura is sitting off to the side, looking abjectly miserable. Zaresi herself has regained her normal height, and looms large at the center of it all-

Zaresi: Is everyone here?

Iggy: Um, madam—

Zaresi: Quiet, Iggy.

Liz: We’re all here, Zaresi.

Zaresi: Excellent. Now, Morgan, before we begin, I imagine you have some questions.

Evan: Do we have to do this?

Liz: Evan.

Morgan: Yeah, I have some questions.

-she steps forward, away from Liz, and marches up to Zaresi, staring her down-

Morgan: What the hell did you just do?

Evan: Uh, isn’t it obvious? We killed everyone in town who doesn’t follow Zaresi, and drained their magic for a power-up. Which reminds me, I don’t owe Janice those favors anymore. Yay me.

-Morgan lunges at Evan, but is restrained by a pair of Reapers-

Zaresi: Evan, I understand you are pleased, but make an effort to control yourself. You as well, Morgan.

-she shifts down, into her human form-

Zaresi: In essentials, Evan is correct, but I would prefer to explain my actions without his additions.

-Morgan struggles against the Reapers-

Zaresi: Please, release her.

-they do. Morgan immediately conjures her scythe and slashes at Zaresi, who sidesteps the blow without blinking-

Morgan: What possible explanation could you have for this? You tricked me!

Zaresi: Unfortunately necessary. As Nalis had claimed most of the town’s Magicians for himself, I was under the impression that one as powerful as you would be a limited resource. I wanted you on my side. In any case, your sister was fine.

-while this conversation is happening, Morgan is still doing her best to kill Zaresi, who is easily evading-

Morgan: Only because I agreed to sell my soul!

Zaresi: You did nothing so drastic. Can you deny you have helped to make this town better?

Morgan: I’m pretty sure I was just complicit in making it dead!

Zaresi: Again, an unfortunate necessity.

Morgan: What could possibly have made this necessary?

Zaresi: You have seen as well as I the pattern. We fight, we win, we leave Vorn or Erian or even Nalis alive to work mischief another day. We allow for the Nicholases of the world, the Enerils. We risk one of them winning out of a misguided sense of fair play.

Morgan: What happened to the Convocation?

Zaresi: Empty words that allow history to repeat itself. Like any law, it must be discarded as it becomes outmoded. I have evolved beyond it.

-she smiles slightly, and her voice alters in pitch slightly, sounding far more human-

Zaresi: You’re young, Morgan, and you’re new to this. Death is a part of life, and has just as much meaning.

Morgan: What are you talking about? There’s no meaning to this!

Zaresi: Which brings me to my next point. This ritual is just the first working step in a plan that’s been in the makings for a very long time.

Morgan: What?

-Zaresi stands still. Morgan rushes her, raising her wispy, but still very sharp, scythe-

Zaresi: I told you, I’m sick of conflict. With my new power, I’m going to stamp out all opposition, and rule alone in the world as a true god of Death. I will remove the veil that hides us from ordinary humans, and I will enforce order. There will be no more war, no more meaningless destruction. Only my absolute authority.

-Morgan stops dead, scythe raised over Zaresi’s head-

Zaresi: You get it now? The magic of this town was a necessary sacrifice. Originally, my plan was to use the tulpa as a weapon, consuming the gods in my path as I traveled, but you saw how well that worked out. So Evan began work on his ritual.

Morgan: But—

Evan: You really thought that was for use on some cloud in the woods? You’re dumber than you look.

-Morgan whips around towards Evan, but a pair of Reapers intercept her-

Zaresi: I understand that he is irritating, but your conflict right now is with me, and I would prefer to resolve things between us.

-she glares at Evan-

Zaresi: Without the interjections of third parties.

-Evan withdraws, looking sullen-

-Morgan, meanwhile, is reminded that she’s currently trying to kill Zaresi, and resumes doing exactly that. Zaresi continues easily avoiding the scythe-

Zaresi: After the ritual worked on Nicholas, I was sure it would be enough to provide me with the power I needed, but not if I only took power from the gods and Spirits. Unfortunately, I needed the magic stored in the humans too.

-she sighs, dipping her head just enough to avoid being decapitated-

Zaresi: Everything I’ve done was out of necessity, and I can promise you that no other innocents will be harmed.

Morgan: Like that makes up for what you’ve already done? You’re no better than Nicholas was, or the Dragon! You just move from place to place, take what you want, and you don’t care who gets hurt in the process!

Zaresi: Nicholas and Eneril had no purpose but conquest. I’m looking for peace. An end to violence.

Morgan: Except all the violence you do, of course.

Zaresi: Means to an end. You would have killed Nicholas. You helped destroyed the tulpa when you still thought it was a being in its own right.

Morgan: They were hurting people! They had to be stopped!

Zaresi: This is only an extension of that logic. I’m trading the lives of the people here in order to fix everything.

Morgan: But they did nothing wrong!

Zaresi: Which is why it’s unfortunate.

-Morgan’s scythe vanishes as she looks around the clearing. She meets Liz’s eyes-

Morgan: Liz! You’re sane! What’s wrong with this picture?!

Liz: The world is full of atrocities, Morgan. This is a few hundred people compared to saving billions.

-however, as soon as Morgan turns away, Liz looks to the side-

-Laura steps forwards, cautiously reaching out a hand-

Morgan: Don’t touch me!

-Laura withdraws-

Morgan: You had family here too! What about your brother?

Laura: You never met him, did you?

Morgan: No, but what does that—

Laura: He was dying, Morgan.

Morgan: What?

Laura: Same thing my parents had. Even Zaresi couldn’t fix it, in the end. He was in pain, every day, and all he wanted…all I wanted for him, was an end to that.

Morgan: And everyone else?! What about the balance you talked about? What about living a life outside Zaresi?

Laura: …Liz is right, Morgan. This is the best way to fix things, long-term. There’s going to be time for the rest once things are stable.

-Laura turns away-

Evan: What? You aren’t going to ask me why I’m doing this?

Morgan: I don’t really care.

Evan: Exactly, me neither! I mean, come on. Vorn was too busy talking tactics to pay attention to anything that was actually happening, Erian’s head was in the clouds in every sense imaginable, Nalis thought he was so clever and look where that got him, and Novju…I mean, what even was Novju? Some second-rate goddess who thought she was creative? Oh, and don’t get me started on the humans. Because let me tell you—

Liz: Evan. Quiet.

Evan: You take the fun out of life, let me tell you.

-even so, he shuts up-

Iggy: Um, does anyone want to—

Liz: No.

Zaresi: Are you in or out?

-Morgan lunges at Zaresi again-

Morgan: Of course I’m out!

-she swings, dissipates her scythe midswing, and conjures a new one going the other way, burying it in Zaresi’s chest. The goddess takes a few steps backwards, face tight with pain-

Evan: Zaresi!

-he rushes forwards-

Zaresi: Evan, stay back!

-she looks up at Morgan, untwisting her face-

Morgan: Maybe I don’t have much power right now, but neither do you, and I bet there’s still enough in that scythe to kill you.

-indeed, Zaresi is looking drained around the edges-

Zaresi: Then that is your final answer?

Morgan: Yes, it is! You killed my friends, you killed my family, you killed my sister! I am never going to side with you, and if you want to talk about killing people for the greater good, then I’m going to start with you!

Zaresi: Very well.

-her voice resumes its normal tone-

Zaresi: Evan. The magic.

Evan: I was wondering when you’d get around to that.

-he extracts the bell jar from his pocket. The light it’s giving off is literally blinding-

Zaresi: My apologies, Morgan, but I would not have allowed you to attack me if there had been any chance of your success.

-she summons a tentacle, and drives it into the bell jar. The power flows into her, her outline resharpening. The scythe in her chest shatters as she grows back to her usual 10-foot-tall Reaper form, and she continues growing, becoming easily 20 feet tall, long trails of tattered cloth streaming out behind her. She stares down at Morgan, who is pretty much insignificant next to her-

Zaresi: Would you like to change your answer now?

-Morgan stares up at Zaresi, eventually finding her tongue-

Morgan: No! Never! Even if your logic were airtight, which, let me tell you, it isn’t, I’m not going to work with the people who killed my best friend and my sister!

-at this point, everyone adopts genuinely puzzled looks-

Liz: Your sister?

Morgan: You know, the one you put in the hospital to get me to join in the first place? Or did you forget about that fact?!

Laura: Holly—

Morgan: Don’t say her name!

Laura: …Your sister is fine.

Morgan: What?

Zaresi: The terms of your Contract, Morgan. Your sister’s life for your service. Those terms still hold. Your sister is perfectly fine.

Morgan: And you didn’t mention that?

-Zaresi once again shifts down to a human form, taking a more normal tone-

Zaresi: I apologize. I assumed it would go without saying. But she is well.

-Zaresi extends a hand-

Zaresi: What do you say?

Morgan: In that case…

-she extends her hand towards Zaresi’s-

Zaresi: I thought you might come arou—

-Morgan smacks Zaresi across the graveyard with the head of a scythe. Evan draws his knife, but Liz grabs his arm-

Morgan: My answer’s still no. Quinn’s still dead because of you.

-she takes a few steps back-

Morgan: I told you I wanted to keep people safe. I told you I wasn’t going to let anybody hurt them. So I’m going to save the one person that’s left, and then I’m going to save everyone else from you.

-Evan steps forward, and a pulse of power ripples off of Morgan, knocking everyone to the ground-

Morgan: And I’m not doing it by your side anymore.

-and she runs again-

-Zaresi returns to her feet, once again growing to her massive Reaper form-

Evan: Well, in my heart of hearts, I suppose I always knew it would come to this. Shame about her sister, though.

Zaresi: Liz. Catch her, if you would?

Liz: I suppose I would.

-she vanishes-

-cut to Morgan running out of the graveyard, when Liz appears next to her, easily keeping pace and outspeeding Morgan, cutting her off-

Morgan: Tying up loose ends?

Liz: Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not about to kill you.

Morgan: What’s stopping you? Not a sense of right and wrong, that’s for sure.

Liz: Think what you like.

-she shrugs-

Liz: I’ve been sent to catch you. Zaresi left it up to me to decide what that entails, so I’m inclined to think it involves trying to convince you that you made the wrong call here. So I’d appreciate it if you came back.

Morgan: Well, I would have appreciated not seeing my best friend explode in front of me.

Liz: Explode?

Morgan: Yes, Liz, explode! My best friend blew apart into dust and sparkly lights! So forgive me if I’m not interested in joining up with the people who helped that happen!

-Liz cocks her head and regards Morgan interestedly-

Liz: …I suppose you’re right. Good luck.

Morgan: I’d wish you the same, but it’s not how I feel.

-she keeps running. Liz watches after her with an intrigued expression, before disappearing-

-back in the graveyard, Liz reappears-

Liz: Couldn’t find her.

Laura: I might know where she is. Let me try.

Zaresi: Go ahead.

-cut to Morgan’s house. Morgan bursts in, and Holly screams from the couch, where she is curled up, staring at twin ash piles that were most likely Morgan’s parents-

Holly: Morgan! What’s going on? There was coffee, and then I was at the bookstore, and then I came back here, and then they…they just…they were there, and then they just dissolved! Morgan, I—

Morgan: I know.

Holly: What?

Morgan: We need to go, now!

Holly: Wh—wha—

Morgan: There isn’t any time! We have to get out of here before—

Laura: Morgan!

Morgan: That.

-Laura enters. Morgan stands up, putting herself between Laura and Holly-

Morgan: Liz didn’t already tell you I’m not interested?

-Laura tilts her head in confusion-

Laura: It’s not too late, Morgan. Please, just come back, and it’ll be okay.

Morgan: It’s never going to be okay, Laura. I thought I’d feel bad about this, but—

-Morgan thrusts out her hands. Nothing happens-

Laura: Zaresi terminated your Contract when you ran. You have no magic. I’m sorry about this.

-she raises her hands, which are sparking with Death magic, twisting helices already branching off of them…and then lowers them-

Laura: …Go.

Morgan: What?

Laura: Before Evan gets here. I’ll say you were already gone when I arrived. Take some money for you and your sister, run for it, and hope we never see each other again.

Morgan: I’m not leaving! I don’t care if I don’t have magic! I can still—

-Morgan grabs a candlestick, which Laura casually blasts out of her hands. Holly shrieks-

Laura: I said, go!

Holly: …Morgan.

Morgan: What?!

Holly: I think that we should listen.

Morgan: …

Laura: Morgan?

Morgan: What?

Laura: It was…it was nice to know you.

-Morgan runs upstairs, and Holly follows. Laura, meanwhile, sits down on Morgan’s couch and sobs as the two leave-

-a moment later, Evan enters-

Evan: Jeez, what’s your damage? We won.

Laura: Go do something else.

Evan: If you insist.

-cut to Morgan and Holly running away. As they run, it’s possible to see the Death branches slowly fading away. They run by where Quinn died, the pink haze now vanished-

Holly: Morgan, please, what’s going on?

Morgan: I’ll explain later.

-they enter the woods, and keep going, ignoring a large indent in the ground-

Morgan: We need to get as far away from here as we can, as fast as we can.

-the scene fades out gradually, and zooms back to reveal the two on a train-

Morgan: --And that’s how we got here.

-Holly stares-

Morgan: I think that about covers things?

[bulletinedsolitude]

You’re just right at my skull. Great!

A Huge Trouble

A huge trouble, I reckon Walking with a doubt upon Looking from the cowls, the masks the rocks, the so deadly mocks

So kid, daring and dreamer Walk, reason than chin taller For the assertive you lend, and for the terrors, do bend

For as the time calls for you, you may not hustle for clues of where the compass points to Just gaze at your stars, and you

Shall highly know what to do.

More or less an hour before that piece existed, I had a painful blank page in front of me. That is a story of my trouble trying to start working on how to introduce myself “creatively.” It is a way of convincing and finding my momentum of writing genuinely, because that’s how I naturally like it—my pen must always spit out raw thoughts, like the ones running in my head in a state of solitude, otherwise the things that come out of my mind will sound foreign to myself, and someone told me non-genuine literature is trash.

Speaking of solitude, to officially start introducing myself, I will explain why I went with the name of my blog, “Bulletined Solitude.”

The Story behind Bulletined Solitude (that sounds like a so sad, so lonely feature story :()

First thought when I heard about making a blog, I wanted everything to be real, because it’s easier to write that way, and from there, the words would come out of me naturally. Writing is one of the things that I have resorted to when I felt something, because I’m not the kind of person who’s easy to get comfortable speaking about things that are very personal about me, so I would end up channeling all the emotions through my pen and paper. But for that to happen, my environment must have the sense of peace and loneliness.

So, I thought having a blog that features my honest insights, would be like bringing my solitude into publication, and bulletined solitude means something like that to me, so I chose it. And you thought it was deep.

So, yes, genuine yada yada, tell us about yourself then!!!

One thing that comes with writing, is reading. So that means I read, apparently. I started reading (literary-wise) when I was 13. I remember it was Bob Ong’s Kapitan Sino that I ever read first. And that basically influenced what I have read after that, and what I will be reading in the future probably. It is a fine chop of fantasy, dystopia, and heroic fiction. And we’re not snubbing the little touch of romance there, of course. Up to this date, my favorite books so far are Victoria Aveyard’s Red Queen Series, Veronica Roth’s Divergent Series, and The Eye of Minds by James Dashner.

While I think reading have shaped my mind better, I don’t take it seriously, so maybe it only does happen subconsciously. I jump into a book only with the aim to escape and be entertained, anything that comes with it is a subconscious blessing.

I really want to talk about my favorite book characters as well, because I’m an introvert learning only from book characters instead of going out and learning by myself. Kidding (jokes are half meant). But here they are:

Beatrice “Tris” Prior from Divergent. I love her basically because she’s brave and witty at the same time. I know the movies made her two-dimensional by portraying her as a stiff girl turned fighter and then she’s just that. But that’s expected for mainstream movie adaptations, always fails at shaping a character. In the book though, she was more than just that. Every choice she made meant so much more because her thoughts justified it, including the part where she sacrificed herself to stop the spread of serum that makes everybody lose their memories, which was sadly not featured in the adaptation. The movie series lost me there; I don’t deny that the first installment is still okay though.

Anika Dragomir from Anatomy of a Misfit. This girl gave me good laughs, but more than anything, I related to her because of her flaws—from her thoughts and her deeds. She’s a character who tried to be shallow by being one of the cliché high school perfectionists, but always knew she wasn’t. She made wrong choices and did regret, which makes the whole story much more close to heart. Also, #NoToGuns.

Logan McDonough from Anatomy of a Misfit. He is an adorable, loving, selfless person. He’s one of those few characters that you think were so easy and predictable, but at the end of the story, an act he did is revealed, so full of impact and so inspiring that it makes all your past impressions of him fade away immediately. His family is basically abused by his father who is a gun owner/enthusiast (he has a collection, if I remember correctly) and Logan’s the person who has been protecting his siblings from his father’s violence until that night when it all had to end with the loss of life.

Tiberias Calore “Cal” VII from Red Queen. He is not gonna be the last character I will list here from the same story so I’ll have to explain a little bit. Basically, their world is the Kingdom of Norta, a dystopian country divided by classes of two: Silver and Red bloods (except in the later installments, there will be Newbloods), with the former being the powerful ones for having supernatural abilities and the red bloods who are ordinary people. I listed him here for his bravery of breaking boundaries by connecting to a red blooded person, which is supposed to be forbidden as a silver blood, that may be easy-sounding, believe me, in his case, it takes a lot of guts. He is also just enough of confident and self-assured, which is deserved because he’s the first prince. And he embodies that strong and fearless but bending warrior. And he bears the ability of manipulating fire, so what’s not to like?

“I am your rightful king, Silver-born for centuries. The only reason you're still breathing is because I can't burn the oxygen from this room.” — Cal

Killed. It.

Mare Barrow from Red Queen. She made everybody’s jaw drop to the ground when she, a red blood girl, turned out to have the ability to create/control electricity. But her character is more important and she is here because of three things: she’s a fighter, she’s strong, and she’s a dreamer.

“I have lived that life already, in the mud, in the shadows, in a cell, in a silk dress. I will never submit again. I will never stop fighting.” — Mare

I am gagged.

Maven Calore from Red Queen. Spoilers first: her mother turned him an evil. But I will never forget how true he was at the beginning and how dreamy he was as a character. He was so good and so kind, I wanted to be his friend. And for him to be caged in his mother’s influence, I am weeping inside.

“The truth is what I make it. I could set this world on fire and call it rain.”

I have not lost hope for him. But…

(c) to owner

#MareCal since the beginning.

If it’s not enough evidence, I am obsessed with Red Queen; I need May 15th to happen because the fourth and final installment is released that day. War Storm, wait for me.

Moving on.

When it comes to television, I’m not denying my Super Inggo obsession back in the day. I craved so hard for a kwek-kwek every day. But recently, I’ve come to love English and Korean series/dramas also, most of them being anything fantasy or medical. Favorites are probably D-Day, Grey’s Anatomy, The Flash, Westworld and Stranger Things.

Power Rangers is on another level. It’s an interest I share with my brother (probably the only one). Now, I did not watch so much of it as a kid, I think I only watched two/three seasons, but lately I have been watching more because of him. And the 2017 movie deserves 5 stars, it was fantastic, it made me nostalgic.

I AM THE BLUE RANGER. Do not steal it.

I was a website layout enthusiast once; I don’t know how currently rusty I am at it because I’ve never tried it since Grade 10. My teacher made me attend this competition, Technolympics and I won it (surprisingly) when I was in Grade 8, but that was just a simple static HTML website, if I may be honest it’s the neat layout that made me win it, but it’s nothing special with the coding.

I was also a campus journalist; I jumped quite from different roles every time though: broadcasting team technician, to reporter, to paper layout artist, to news editor. It’s all over the place, so I really never got to develop one skill.

When it comes to my behavior, I am slightly that kid who stutters at first meeting, hard to open up, and just straight up awkward. I am very wary of what I say at first meeting, I kind of have trouble forming the perfect topic to throw out there to a person I just met. Even to people I’ve been with long enough, I always find a way to make up something funny just so we won’t go to the serious side. I also get crazy though, like laugh to the end of Earth kind of crazy.

And…I watch ASMR (a term for Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response) videos in YouTube. They are used to trigger a static/tingling sensation which you may feel from the top of your head down your spine. I do it to enhance my napping though. Try some:

Category is: Slam book Realness

I never had a slam book, neither did my classmates (because we’re all boring; okay maybe at least one did or it’s just me who didn’t have). But I’ll be trying to be cool once in my life so here is me trying to answer slam book template questions:

PERSONAL INFO Real Name: Judd Vander Rondares Birth Month: May Zodiac Sign: Gemini Gender: M Age: 17 Romantic Status: Single (since birth and not ever regretting hehe)

FAVORITES Color: Blue Song: I Don’t Know My Name by Grace Vanderwaal Singer: Grace Vanderwaal Movies: Love You to the Stars and Back and Big Hero 6 Actors/Actresses: Winona Ryder, Joshua Garcia, Katherine Langford, Eddie Redmayne, Models: Kris Grikaite, Kit Butler, Jordan Barrett, Jhona Burjack, Julian Schneyder, Mayowa Nicholas

OTHERS Motto: Outdo yourself. What is Love (this can’t be not done): God is love. :D

ANSWER THE FOLLOWING

Where do I see myself 10 years from now? Was my learning in SPUP vital to where I’m leading to? I see myself a fully realized professional, independent, responsible, self-sustaining, and helpful citizen of the Philippines. hehe Back in Grade 10, there was a career planning program, and for the activities, I would always not know what to write for my future plans because there were not a lot of people who gave me inspiration of what insights I should have for my future aside from my parents, and one of the things that I liked about going in SPUP is that I was surrounded by people whose aspirations boosted what I already had in mind, but not very sure of. But aside from that, of course SPUP was a good school to go for SHS, and to be honest, any school would have been okay, because I’m going for a four-year college anyway and I didn’t need a school that would make me ready for literal work/job already, I just needed something to give me background for my future course, and SPUP did okay in that department, I believe.

Was STEM the best choice after all? Yes, because now that I know the path that I’m taking (will be further discussed in the next question), it is very apparent that STEM was the best choice for me.

What course will you take in college and why? My answer to this is like a continuation for my answer in the previous question. I recently just decided to take Medical Technology, and it was after a few talks with my mother, I didn’t know it was what I needed to make up my mind. I don’t mean that I was persuaded to take the course, I just didn’t have the confidence to take it, doubting that I may not be that passionate about it so I wanted some advice. I’ve long decided that I will not take a course that I’m not passionate about, I didn’t have to hear it from anybody—I just knew it. So, when I learned that she does think my plan is worth investing and especially knowing my cousin has graduated from it, made me motivated to truly pursue it.

What topic would you like to learn more in this subject? I already have taken Microsoft Office lessons and some HTML, so naturally, I would like something that I have never taken before. Since we already took Photoshop (I wouldn’t be mad for more though), maybe Illustrator, or anything for video editing. It would be also nice to revisit HTML since I’ve forgotten lots of tags already, or JavaScript.

Ask Me Anything.  Sir, masyado bang maikli tong introduction ko? Sorry po sa grammatical errors, ang dami kasi, mahirap mag-spot. Haha

Along your way, you’ll see the deepest secrets of my brain, never be terrified.

[legendbringerlove]

In the annals of OC history, there are many losers. Ones that stick with you because of how bad they were or how rediciously overpowered they were. Some are just there because you noticed that they are basically an anthesis to EVERYTHING that the series stood for. And then you have Reisu from Sailor Titan who punched out God and sacrificed the entire world because he wanted to join his evil girlfriend (I wish I was kidding. Linkara was insane when he was 13)

And then you have...Count Logan, aka the incarnation of Beast Boy. But, rather than talk about it with you, let’s let Mykan himself discuss it.

I was hoping it wouldn't come to this as it spoils...

-The story that only 105 people have viewed, 84 have downvoted, and there is a one percent chance that one person hit the wrong button. Oh, and it’s a story that you have told at least 4 times now. Hell, I think you have told this story so much that it is outdoing the Radtiz saga as one of the most overtold things in history!

but as people are ignoring the small parts of it anyway (I may as well do this)

-Or you can wait for it to end and then explain it, but again we know the ending, we know what is going to happen.

And one last thing...

-Let me guess, it’s something that is going to make me want to laugh like a hyena?

TO HELL WITH SO-CALLED "COMMON-SENSE"

-*Laughing like a hyena pup*

(The stuff has hardly any meaning to me in this field) "Common-sense and good judgment won't save you this time... not from me."

-He does know what commen sense is, right? He does realize he basically just said, “You won’t win, because I’m a moron.”

-And now, for the hardest thing I can do on this, look at this image and try not to laugh. But it is so hard right now. I mean, look at it!!!! There is just so much wrong with it, that it isn’t even funny.

Let’s start with the color, wich is practically screaming 90s edge right now. This is all black, wich does not really stand out all that much in the grand scheme of things. Even characters like Darth Vader and Batman have some color in their athestic when they are designed. That’s because, making him pure black like this kind of just screams “Pay attention to me.” Now, a lot of the time, when the hero is meant to go rouge or turn evil, they usually will either invert their colors or wear their old costume as a cape. This is none of those thigns and is just something that makes me think of a kid trying way too hard.

Lastly, the face. Will someone please tell me where he stole it from? Because I know I saw that look before. Maybe it was done during the Titan era of Teen Titans when Dick and the others left the book or it was an unused design choice.

COUNT LOGAN: (formerly known as Beast Boy of the Teen Titans.)

-Formally known as the artist, his purpleness, and Smitty the wonder poodle.

Is an evil and very powerful interdenominational sorcerer, and is initially the primary antagonist of my fanfic,https://www.fimfiction.net/story/390095/friendship-is-failure-10--teen-titans-the-end-of-ends.

- is initially the primary antagonist of the Wii game Super Paper Mario.

Ok, with this and the “Twilight” thing back in the Lighting Dawn Page (Wich I will  get to) I am really starting to think he just grabs words from the wikipedia articles and uses them.

He was reincarnated from Beast Boy to serve as a slave to The Dark Prognosticus

-*Pulls out cell phone* Hello, Nintendo?

(A powerful and evil prophetic spellbook)

-Only Mykan can take something  from Super Mario and try to treat it seriously.

Garfield Mark Logan

-Hmmmm, better on this if this were only about the other four members of Titans. Only one thing to do...Research the hell out of it!!!!!

When he was 5, he got sick after being bitten by a green monkey. His parents saved him using an untested animal serum, which unintentionally mutated him green and gave his animal powers.

-It was a machine not a serum. If you are going to talk about a superhero, get your cannon straight! *Looks up* Oh, we are going animated. Well, as long as we stick to one of them, I should be fine

After that, Garfield's entire life was shaped by nothing but heartbreak, tragedy and misery!

-You know, except for the billions, the mansion, th fans, the love and affection, the...

Shortly after his mutation, Garfield’s parents died in a boating accident during a flood. An accident that still haunts him as he believed he could have prevented and saved his folks.

-Yep, stole this from the Titanstower site.

Then, his foster mother died in a tank explosion

-*looks it up on both the sites* Nope, it was foster father in a temple explosion and, wait a minute...

That’s from the freaking comics!!!!!!!

His legal guardian, Nicholas Galtry, despised the boy,

-Ok, we are going with the comics stories then? But, then this whole world will make even less sense. Because if this Dark Probobcious is as powerful as  you say it is then why isn’t it being watched over by Dr. Fate? Or being burnt into cinders by John Constantine?

Hell, searching for Beast Boy and getting him a new home is now even dumber because this is the DCU, and they love their heroes!

abused him daily and plotted to have him killed so he could get the inheritance money.

Garfield ran away, but was captured by two thieves, whom abused him and forced him to do their bidding.

-Hey, mr. fanboy, you got the order wrong! It’s Temple, Theives, and then  evil attorney.

That’s when the Doom Patrol came along, adopted the boy and trained him, and he because BEAST BOY.

-Well, actually it all depends on the universe. See, if you go by the cartoon, he broke into their hq and they found him worthy to be on the team. However, if you go by the ccomics, he tried to join the titans and doom patrol without telling of his guardian about his double life. However, they rejected him because they needed his guardians permission (Ok, what? So, did Dick set that up or was Roy just teasing?)

Then he was found by the titans when he was mesmerized by a ringleader to be a giant gorrila. Then he began to work with the Doom Patrol and was THen adopted by elasti-girl and steve Dayton after winning a legal battle with the lawyer. Sadly, since Doom Patrol never caught on as well as the X-men, they were cancelled in their 169th issue and were all killed with the exception of Beast Boy.

That was when he went into acting on the show Space Trek 2022 as the alien metamorph tork. However, he was the scrappy of the show and was fired. After traveling with his highschool girlfriend, Jillian (so much for Terra being the one.) he found himself back in the saddle when she was kidnapped by Arsenal (Galtry) After he kicked the bad guy’s ass, he joined Titans west along with Flamebird, Hawk and Dove,  Bumblebee, and two others even I don’t know. Meanwhile his powers continued to evolve until he could only change full into his animal forms

Due to Mento’s harshness,

-He must of hated the way he made fun of his hat.

And you wonder why the X-men are the more popular of the two.

and stubborn strict attitude,

-this was when he met the titans and...oh, is he still continuing? Sorry, comic history can be fascinating sometimes!!!!!

Beast Boy felt alienated from the team and struck out on his own.

-That is copied word-for word from the wikipedia article!!!!!

Everywhere he went he was rejected and treated harshly due to his green skin,

-Pictured, total rejection

Any comic reader know who the yellow winged guy and blue black guy are?

Wait...Ok, the girl is Lillith, the guy is Vox, and the yellow dude is golden eagle.

but eventually came the TEEN TITANS, and all that.

-Ok, I think he just mixed up at least two continuties here. Worst than I do, and I have seen more superhero crap than him.

Here, Beast Boy assumed the role of a comic relief-- telling bad jokes, being mischievous—

-Wich is his character that he loves and tends to make him liked and you are-

but all this is really a mask of laughter-- he uses it to hide the pain and sadness from his life.

-Going to make it sound as depressing as possible and OOC for your story to work.

(Much like supressing the rage, but eventually it will snap)

-Or as a way to relieve stress, but I am not a psych major.

Despite the good times he had with the Titans, there were more bad times than good.

-I have been watching the show and I can tell you right now that this bullcrap!

(Most of which came from Raven’s abuse and rudeness, and her supressing her powers is no excuse)

-Yeah and then you have all of the times she was caring towards him, but go on, I am curioous to see where you are going with this *Puts head on hands)

-They don’t include him

-Don’t include him in what? His games? Cartoon watching? What?!

-they make fun of him

-And he usually fires back.

-They insult him

-Raven smacks him (even when he’s right on Trouble in Tokyo)

-Awwwwwww, poor baby, lets back up the abulance.

-When he has a good idea (an honest one) they don’t listen to him

-Because he’s usually wrong?

Then again, that’s BB’s curse: Any friend or loved one he makes will eventually die or turn on him (It’s always the same)

-Pictured, a person turning on Beast Boy

Worse, people in the city don’t seem to appreciate him much (Preferring the other Titans to him)

-Been through 13 episodes so far and haven't seen a simgle sign of that.

Girls don’t like him, he can’t hang out with cool crowds unless the Titans are with him.

-Yeah, it’s not like he has a fan club or anything.

He’s pretty much an UNSUNG HERO (A person whose heroics go unnoticed and/or unappreciated by others)

-How horrible, he is doing this because its the right thing. Oh my god, this is simply horrifying.

(So as you can see… I already have MORE than enough to make him become Logan with or without THE GIRL)

-All based on lies, misunderstanding, and tricks of the mind.

Then, along came Terra. Finally, someone who liked him just for who he was,

-Unlike that Jillian woman or the other Titans who liked him because of his...

and they had so much in common too…

-Yeah, like she enjoyed his laughter and he thought she was pretty and...and there was...she was....Um...any titans fan care to help out?

it was like they were MADE FOR EACH OTHER, and that fate was finally rewarding BB for all his years of suffering!

-Yeah, by offering him a pretty girl! Who cares about the basic stuff like life completion, friendship, and a life goal to complete it. It’s the girl that is the most important thing in existance.

But then, there was THAT STUFF…

-Like it seems that the only reason why anybody ships them is becausse they are cute.

-Terra thinking he broke his promise about her powers

-Her involvement with Slade

-Her fighting the Titans

-Her turning into stone

-aka the adaptation of Judas Contract that was actually well done!

“You were the best friend… that I ever had!” (Her final words to him before turning to stone)

-And that scene was actually well done. And Beast Boy moved on, strong that he was.

And then, came Things Change.

-BOOOM!!!!!!!

There, had to get at least one head explosion out of me before moving on.

She pretend to have amnesia and was pushing him away because she wanted to forget her past (even all the good times they had) She wants nothing to do with Beast Boy.

-You go girl!!!! Grow up and move on through the pain, we are all rooting for you.

“You’re my friend! You’re a Teen titan!”

“You’re wrong!”

…all so she can live a normal life and forget her past!

-A perfectly reasonable reaction to a horrible trauma like almost DIEING!!!!!

That is cold, cruel, extremely selfish, and very foolish as well,

-Yeah, she’s not catering to YOUR, sorry beast boy’s, needs

but it’s not like she cares that she broke his heart… perhaps irreparably!

-Pictured, an eternal broken heart

(It’s hard to find a pic of Beast boy shipped with anyone but Raven)

He didn’t deserve that, not a bit!! The little guy’s gotta have something in this world to hope for.

-It doesn’t have to be love you know. IT can be friends, family, and the future. Love is just one of the many things you can find.

What’s he got to hope for now? His one and ONLY true love ditched him…

-I know this is odd, considering I am a huge shipper but...I really hate this idea. It basically says that you have no other choice but to have the ONE perfect love in the world. You are going to have multiple loves throughout your life that you will say is perfect until you discover that the best love is the great love. Sometimes you will move on, sometimes you won’t. But there is no such thing as there is only one true love.

(Just like everyone else he ever befriended or loved die)

-You know, except for EVERYPONY ELSE!!!!

(end of BB’s origin)

-As interpited by a guy who has never read a comic before in his life.

THE DARK PROGNOSTICUS

-I do not care if this is from Super Paper Mario or how awesome it is...it still makes me think of noses!!!

After the breakup, things only went from bad to Worse. He was highly disrespected in JC

-Wich is odd, considering that this is the DCU, where they make freaking museums dedicated to their superheroes.

-The newspapers only did columns on the other Titans (Not interested with him)

-PP: Um, Mr. Jamenson, why do you only want me to pick up photos of Robin, Raven, Cyborg, and Starfire.

JJJ: PArker, everyone knows that Beast Boy photos don’t sell!!!!

-There was no BB merchandise in the stores (Just that for the other Titans)

-Man the collector’s market must be a bitch over there. Either that or every store is owned by Matell. Yes, I am still bitter about the lack of Katara figures!

-More and more BB’s favorite hangout places had changed and were not replaced (Leaving him with very little ways to go)

-Ok, now this has gone from bad luck, to conspiracy, to just plain rediciously sad.Surprised that he hasn’t said that Beast Boy’s favorite show was then cancelled, and that Sega announced it’s ending Sonic games.

As if he weren’t miserable enough, Despite the Titans trying to be sympathetic, all they really did was badger him to accept change and “MOVE ON!!”

-How dare they try and get him to get a life. Those horrible people. I can see why I am on their side and not that on the whiner’s

What the hell does HE have to move on too? The other titans have moved on from their problems.

-What? No they haven’t!!!!

-Robin and starfire are dating

-Yeah, I can see how this addresses their own individual character conflicts. It was only their romance that was important.

-cyborg is cool with who he is and people love him

-Yeah, those few scenes are all that’s needed to say that he’s fine with being trapped forever in a metal shell, unable to touch anything and is an inhuman creation.

-Raven beat Trigon, he’s no longer a threat to her.

-So totally makes up for the YEARS of truma she is acculmating.

…and BB is still losing things, as well as confidence in his team (Then again… that’s his curse: They love you, and they turn on you)

-Because you do the following...

And don't you try to tell me The Titans wouldn't do that, because THEY ARE capable of doing so, and to me, they are no exceptions. they either die or turn into jerks (Just like everyone else BB ever encountered)

-Am convinced that if you do one bad thing, that will forever taint you for life. No matter who you are, you can never change yourself for the better.

After many fights with the Titans and having a super falling out, BB quit.

-shame he didn’t stay longer, he missed out on the party they had to celebrate his farewell.

Realizing he can’t stay in JC or with the Titans anymore as they are only ADDING to his pain!

-*Imagines Beast Boy dressed in goth clothing and laughs*

Then again, where would he go?

-Titans west? Bunk with Aqualad who he had built a bond with? You know, those superheroes that you say there is no room for even though you spent time putting in the additions of the Doom patrol for no appearent reason!!!!!

He tried to go to other towns and maybe start over… again he got rejected, booed and judged harshly for his green skin and prejudice people.

-This makes no sense whatseover considering his own fandom and how many people love him.

To top it all off, the nights were cold, creepy

-Oh gee, if only he could become an animal with a lot of fur or a cold-blooded reptile.

and filled with nightmares of his past!

-The one time he ripped Dick’s comics, his nightmare about being turned into a veggie burger, that one nightmare where he is stuck in a musical and he is one of the worst human beings on the planet.

All the people he had lost, all the people he thought were his friends, all the people who wronged and betrayed him!!

-That pizza he had ordered a month ago that was lost. That comic he will never read, and of course, the lost of ms. Snugglebottom

“GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!”

-Roy: *Throws a rock* Quiet out there, I am trying to sleep!!!!

Overtaken by extreme anger, hatred, pain and sadness, Beast Boy went POSITIVELY INSANE!!

-Calm down, no need to get excited

Any bit of light and love in his heart had complete diminished after so much pain and torture!

-Ok that is it!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7IxliAPjAk

Just replace the rest of the blog with this charactrer!

(Just like any human being who suffered so much for so long. Sometimes they just SNAP.)

-More like is a self entitled boob who wants everyone to kow tow to him and him alone and won’t listen to reason

The Dark Prognosticus could sense this, and Teleported to him from Raven’s room.

-Yonk!!!!!

Only someone with heart filled with extreme hatred and darkness would be able to unleash the powers within.

-Ok, so let me get this straight. With all of the powerful and black hearted villians in this world. Ones that would so easily fill the job of being the dark one that this thing craves, it picks out a lonely and sad little teen who only lost his family and girl? There are probably billions of other people out there who are suffering from the same type of thing Beast Boy is, but this one time he is going to hone in on?!

The book was now fully awake, and IT

-They all float down here gar!

had chosen HIM to be THE ONE to unlock the dark magic with in and fulfill it's dark desires.

-Garflied: Really, me? Not say someone with a whole ton of power or someone who would lead better or someone who has a blacker heart than me?

DP: Yeah, look, you are the only one who would follow orders and not stab me in the back for power.

Whether or not BB wanted to do this or not (Which he didn’t) the choice was not his!

-Why does this feel like a filmaker trying to defend the actions of his character to help with his vision?

The book was choosing HIM, and that was final!

-Yeah there it is, the it was them not my character.

No amount of will or nobility or courage could defy it.

-Can’t fix it because I am the writer and what I say goes. Look this was all cliche when Homer tried it in the Illiad!

The Book shot him dead…

-Oh, bang bang, he shot him down, bang bang that aweful sound.

(That’s how the Doom Patrol found his corpse)

-Again, billions of other people out there, but he was the one he homed in on. Then again, Beast Boy was the one who broke into his room. But you should feel sorry for the sap.

Now everything was set and ready for the book to work it’s will and put its curse in motion.

-You know what I love about this? Reading this whole thing means I don’t have to read the fic.

...

Not that I was going to anyway, kind of not really interested in his non-starfleet stuff. Well, except for the stuff I’m usng for evolution but that is another fic.

Beast Boy’s spirit and personality soon began to fade away as he was cursed and corrupted by darkness and hatred beyond imagination.

-If that is beyond imagination, then boy howdy do you have a limited imagination.

Finally, he was reborn, as an adult version of himself, an embodiment of darkness and servant to the book.

-A nega pope?

He became COUNT LOGAN

-A name so important, I had to capitalize it.

: A villain who is motivated by grief and regret!

-Never heard of that one before! It’s like the third time you made this!

(It's not because of just Terra dumping him, I think we've already COVERED that. Insist that it's just because Terra dumped him... "You're are dense")

-I empthasised this, not to say “Well, he has a point,” I am empathising the just to point out that it doesn’t really matter in the eyes of the viewer or the reader. See, if you wanted us to believe that it wasn’t just Terra dumping him, then leave out the stalking and the scenes where he gets beaten by the bullies. Leave out the bits where he is pining for her every five minutes. As it stands, it seems that it was only Terra that was responsible.

Hell, by not having Beast Boy talk about his past, all of the above you have said feels like tacked on filler to try and make it seem like it wasn’t the only thing that was affecting him.

A slave to the book,

-I would make a religion joke here, but I want to think I have more aof an appreciation for my audience.

Logan had no choice but to accept his new position fate. He could never go back to the way he was. He was created by evil to SERVE evil (Nothing more)

-and yet still has the mind and body of Beast Boy why? Wouldn’t this be a hinderance to him?

“I am doing as I was created for. These are the wishes of The Dark Prognosticus. I serve it…! This is my fate. The price I had to pay for the way things were. The way I suffered!”

-You will never understand my needs Terra! You will never understand my pain!

(Logan explaining to Terra his position)

That and he may as well use this opportunity to exact VENGEANCE on people who wronged him.

-Hmmmm, died and came back. I could explain my experiences or go on a talk show and make millions. Or I could go evil. Well, evil has cookies.

Using his new powers, Logan began to kill others to understand his might and increase his abilities.

-Understanding through death, makes sense.

He eventually Met Dr. Nekard,

-Must not break down laughing at the name. I will not break down laughing at the name.

whom became his first minion, after which, Logan used the powers of the book to create his other three minions to help him in quest.

-Let’s see, what will we need? A hot sexy general, a lackey with a special power, and a big dumb tough one.

Eventually constructing a castle to serve as their base of operations, located in a realm composes entirely of darkness

-He constructed his own freaking castle...Dude, get out of the evil business and get into evil constructing! You’ll make a mint.

(Reflecting the Count’s heart… cold… miserably… painful)

-Why is it that every description you put in is like a goth kid’s first poetry section!

and his outfit,

-Is the second lamest attempt at a costume I had ever seen and I am a sonic fan.

the way it covers his entire body is because he doesn’t wish to look upon himself (Because he was shamed and ashamed)

-So he was created by the Dark Proboscis, but he still retains enough of his sanity and will to be shamed.Methinks you are trying to have some cake and eat it too.

Poor Logan was a mess; deep down all this was still not helping him, and life itself has become a prison, always reminding him of his betrayal and heartbreaks!

-

Sorry but all of this talk is making me think of pennance. Aka, someone’s bright idea. Someone thought of this, thought it was cool and an interesting take on the character. Someone thought that this was an interesting take on the character.Someone thought this design was a good idea!

He hated it that other people had it better than he did,

-*A slave on Apocolpsy* Yup, having the time of my motherfucking life down here!

and he began to see the worlds and meaningless and worthless!

-Even the planet of the malls?!

However, even death itself could not solve his problems, as even in death there is no escape from the feelings of darkness.

-Exesue?

So incredibly insane, hurt and upset

-No, please go back to how he is feeling things after death.

(As well as it being the wishes of the Dark Prognosticus as well as his own fate)

-No, sop right there! You are saying an emotional impossiblity.

he realized all he could now to end his suffering was to fulfill the Dark Prognosticus’ wishes:

-I said stop! How in the seven hells are you supposed to feel remorse, sadness, and depression while you are dead? What are we using Green Lantern logic now? Because if we are, then you just invalidated a comment you made not too long ago where you said,

“I am not using the rest of the comics because there is no room for those heroes.”

He was going to get revenge by destroying everything that wronged him, took away his happiness and everything he couldn’t stand… Existence itself!

-Thanos steps in, and frowns at him, “That’s my job Logan.”

Logan: No, I’m all power ful and-urrk *Neck snap by the mad titan.*

Thanos: And that was for trying to mooch on my girl Death.

Death of the Endless: *rolls eyes* Fine, one picinic.

Thanos: YAY!!!!! *Skips away*

Before you Thanos fanboys come at me for the previous setch, let me say this...Thanos is my favorite of the Marvel Galatic villians. I make fun of him as often as I do Doom and Dr. Doom is my favorite Comic Book villian of all time.

So he turned to the pages and unleashed the greatest and deadlist spell/prohphecy

-Will someone get this guy a Thesarus...and a dictionary, because he still has no idea what deities are.

within the book, and thus, THE VOID

-~into the void~ *Starts rocking out the kiss music.

was formed which would eventually engulf the entire universe!

-Antimonitor: Hey mack, get out of my line of work  *Wipes Logan from Exsitance* I swear, all of these yutzes standing in my way. Oy Vey, it’s enough to get a brain hemorage.

...

Don’t know why I made the Antimonitor Jewish on that joke.

“What have I done?!” (Logan regretting his actions)

-Ah, see this is classic “My character isn’t bad, really!” actions to try and make you think that he is ok. Here is the problem though...You just talked about how he wants to wipe out his pain and misery, you have put this all on him. You have spent the past few paragraphs into making him into a whiny putz that you don’t have sympathy for, at all.

With the prophecy now in motion, Logan felt content, but deep down he was greatly remorseful.

-I am really happy about this! But also I am vewy sad. Won’t you please pity me!!!!!!!

However, because he was a slave to the Dark Prognosticus, he couldn’t let his emmotions get to him,

-And so he-lets his emotions get to him and he goes off on a mass murdering rampage because he feels angry, hate, despair, loss, and so many other emotions.

so he continued on his path as a way of accepting his position and making the most of things.

-Made the castle into a bacherlor pad, got a hot tub, brought out some game systems, made a theater system, kind of homey actually.

To strengthen the void, Logan and his henchmen killed people and obliterated more worlds themselves to accelerate the void’s expansion.

-This was, in hindsight, really stupid as it will attract attention. He chose to do the smart thing instead and wait it out. It was long, but it was well worth it.

Logan decided Tamaran would be the first world to go, as he was angered by Starfire and Robin, and how their relationship worked and he lost Terra.

-*Bangs head* You just said that this wasn’t just about Terra!!!!!! Look, if you want us to believe that this isn’t about Terra, then leave her out of it. Remove her from this paragraph and your argument is won. Here, I’ll help!

He wanted Starfire to see and feel what it was like ot have everything you ever loved taken away from you

-There, this is all that was neeeded, but by adding in Terra you have ruined you own bleeding argument!!!

“My pain becomes your pain!”

-Here suffer you slave girl who was trapped on a station, lived with the fear of being raped, tortured, and emotionally scarred worst than I am. Feel my pain!!!!

Logan wished the Earth not be destroyed just yet (Maybe tinkered with) mainly because he still has SOME fondness of his homeworld (and Terra was on it)

-*drinks some Romulan Ale* And another thing about your argument, it doesn’t really hold water under-hic-under-hic-srcuntny

Deep down he actually still had feelings for the girl, and his remorse continued to eat at him (Especially after all he had done)

-*drinks some more* see, right there? By saying that he feels about her and that he cares for her, you are making this more and more about Terra. You bearly touch upon anyhting else about his backstory. It’s like you only use it for more emotional baggage. Sorry kid, but that won’t fly.

He eventually captured Terra and brought her to his castle as prisoner, where he would make her watch all the worlds fall and then he would kill her too.

-Then you add this malarky into the mix, giving us more reason to believe that this is solely about Terra. You don’t want us to believe that this is only about her, then ditch her. Remove her from the equation. And *Drinks* I don’t think I can feel my eyes

Plop.

“You wanted Change, Terra? YOU GOT IT!!!”

-You know what would be an interesting twist...if Terra killed herself because of all of this. I mean, she can’t be normal, she is being forced into a superhero role now, and appearently can’t even have her own opinion without causing death. I would be looking out for her, guys.

But this was it. Logan was completely broken, a prisoner not only of his own power but his feelings as well.

-Wich, even though it isnt just about Terra, is revolving around Terra for some odd pecular reason.

After much time of being haunted and feeling extreme guilt of all he had done (Including beheading Flurry Heart as was shown earlier int he fic)

-As well as the sin of wearing that horrible outfit!!!! I mean, my god, that outfit is like one of the worst things I have ever seen in my life!!!!

He had truly seen just how evil and despicable he had become, and he fell into despair worse than anything he had ever had.

-So, let’s go over the dark Prognosticator little plan here.

Pick an emo teen who is convinced that his life is misry and sadness and we should all suffer like he has because no one else in the world has.

Put him under his control so he can destroy everything in exsitance

Instead of giving him a happy life to make control easier, he maks sure that he falls DEEPER into dispair, setting it up for an immintent downfall

Lets him kidnap the girl who is responsible for all of this

?????

Profit!

I am really thinking that this bad guy sucks as plans.

He loved Terra so much, and nothing he could do would change that.

-Wich is why, instead of controlling her, he threw her into a dungeon and made her suffer the torment of watching the world go bye. Truely he is a tragic lover in all of this

He really wished there was some way he could end all this, maybe even reverse it all (Bring back those he killed) and maybe… just maybe, things could be okay again.

-Well, there is always Mykan’s tried and true Dues Ex Machina! Why worry about consequences when there is Dues Ex Machina

However, there were problems regarding all this.

-That he was being written by a writer who thinks that this all you need to make a sympathetic villian?

-Logan could not close the void. Once he had unleashed it… it’s out of his hands. He can’t stop it no matter how much he or may not want to.

-Why?

“The prophecy cannot be stopped. Even I cannot stop it now!”

-Also he was still owned by the Dark Pronogsticus. It was the master, he was the slave. He had no choice but to continue to fulfill the book’s desires. It was what he was created for!

-And in order to do this for peak efficencay, he...kept all of the memories. Again, villian of the year.

-Plus, now that he thought about it, why should he stop? He’s come this far. It’s too late to go back, and he’s got nothing to gain by going back anyway.

-Are you feeding us information or giving us story beats, because this is all stuff we can glance over as we read this stuff. Then again, considerign your prose is usually very dull and dry.

Count Logan will never be a redeemable villain no matter how many times you claim he is/will be. (Words of a mocker)

-Gee, think its because of the whole entire baby killing; thing?

That’s how they all treated him while he just BB, the same way you’re treating him now. (My argument)

-So your argument is, since they treated hi bad once in a while that it is ok for him to go genocidal on us all?

So what’s he got to gain by stopping? Nothing but more heartache, more misery, pain, and all the things that what started all this in the first place.

-*Puts on psycological glasses*  Now, maybe we should start talking about your psycogolgical issues.

Joking aside, while this kind of thinking is ok for a villian, it’s generally more accepted if the villian had some sort of charisma or was really  symptatpetic to us readers. This allows us to understand their plight. However, the way Beast Boy is written in this, feels more like his just crying his eyes out for nothing, especially in comparison to his fellow heroes.

He can never move on, (He has nothing to move on to) There is nothing to be gained from quitting, only lost.

-Except freedom, help, and a lovely new vacation in the bahamas. But, then again, this is the weakest villian I have met.

Since the prophecy could not be stopped…

-For reason’s hereto unexplained.

He couldn’t free himself from his bond with the book…

-Even though, later on we see him break the connection by just having a new bad guy take it up.

And he felt he had come too far to quit and had nothing to gain by stopping… Logan regarded his remorse as pointless, and he continued on destroying things (But his remorse continued to eat away at him and it pained him dearly)

-So, he hated to destroy, but he kept on anyway even though it did nothing to help him...You know, there is a proper way to do this. If any of you have a favorite villian that has this persona, please write it down in the comments below.

As Logan continued with his plans he had lied to his henchmen.

-Jerk!

He told them that after all worlds were destroyed, he would build whole new worlds with peace and happiness that THEY could enjoy “With none of the icky stuff” as the minions put it.

-Define icky stuff, and if you could please do it as an adult, that would be great thanks.

When In actuality, he is planning on leaving it all in ruin and perishing along with it, feeling he has nothing left to live for and is too upset and ashamed with what he has done to go on anyway. (Though he cared deeply for his minions)

-You know, you could skip steps one through three by just letting the void do it’s job. You would win...you would succeed.

To him, the world just held no meaning, no joy, and nothing to exist for as it pained him so much. There was nothing at all that could save him now…

…Nothing!

-*Aighs*

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

VEWING

-Viewing what? Am I supposed to see something?

Count Logan is a very unique figure to the heroes and the ponies.

-Wait, what? How? He sounds like generic villian 587 to me. Doesn’t seem all that different from any other villian who has the “Woe is me and my life, how much misery do I have suffer in order for me to have my life fufilled.”

He is the only enemy they have ever faced who is driven by sadness

-What?

What?!

WHAT???!

I...I just. I am trying my best to not use Mr. Freeze because that one is too easy! Oh god, there are just so many that are motivated by sadness it isn’t even funny. I mean, isn’t that like one of the three big motivators for villians? Insanity, rage, and sadness leading to a desire for revenge?

Dude, do not try and anyalize a comic book villian if your only connection to the universe is a freaking cartoon show!

and remorse, rather than a lust for power or control.

-Hmmm, I count Sombra as one of the ones motivated purely by control. Starlight was motivated by the sadness of losing her only friend, Tempest was by the fact everyone shunned her after getting scared, And then we have some of the DC villians. I mean, shoot, just one season of the Flash will give you plenty of villians motivated by sadness and heartbreak.

He created the void out of bitterness and heartbreak.

-But again, Terra was not a determining factor. Remember that.

All he wanted to was end his suffering (Something that only NON-EXISTANCE could make happen)

-Still don’t know how you feel anything while dead or why the book picked a winy teenager instead of any of the heartless other bad guys out there in the DC universe.

He at first seems to be a stereotypical, heartless villain, with no feelings or regard for anyone or anything!

-And he is. Thank you for agreeing with me.

Only now to be understood; Logan is in fact an emotionally tortured person which makes him less evil than he appears

-PFFFFTT!!!!!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!

Ok class, sit around, it’s time for another lesson in writing. From an ACTUAL writer and not some chump who thinkgs that writing is something that you just do to relieve yourself og pain.

Just because you understand a person and their actions, does not make him a tragic villian. It doesn’t make him less evil, just because you know his actions. Look at Dr. Doom. He lost his mother and that is his big motivation, does this mean that we should see his desire to conqure the world as less evil? NO! It is still freaking evil.

You want to make a tragic and sympathetic villian, fine. That is perfectly fine and dandy, some of my favorite villians of all time are tragic villlians, but don’t try to force it onto us. Look, Magneto is a very tragic villian, but his past doesn’t hide the fact that he still KILLED an entire ship of people and would wipe out all homo sapiens if he had the chance.

(His actions are not justifiable but they are understandable)

-No, they are not. Doing this because your mother is held by the devil, understandable. Because you feel that the Kryptonian is misusing his power while you are incapable of understanding the basic thought of genuine kindness, understandable. Doing this because you found out that your whole freaking life was a lie and that it was all because some electric company wanted you to lead them to a promise land and that the greed of humanity is making you inot a horrible person? Understandable. KEfka...is not understandable and is just scary.

He is a tragic, sadistic and hopeless character, whose evil deeds, hatred of worlds and lust for destruction were all born from the purest of emotions… LOVE.

-If you have to tell us this, congratualtions, you failed in making a really tragic character. What’s more, by not showing us any real remorse, we don’t really feel that he is...

Wait...

LOVE!!!!!!!

You mean, you just went on a few minutes, tellin us about how this was tragedy and all of that jazz, just to break it down to love?!!!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XSpcXtFe1Jo

All he ever wanted was to be truly loved and understood, instead he always got the exact opposite of all this. The Titans negligence and pushy ways pushed him over the edge.

-Looks at all of the times Beast Boy is paling around with the gang( Oh yeah, I can so totally see that. I mean it is so obivious that Beast Boy was negelted and was painfully pushed on.

Will you please stop pushing your own agenda onto a character?

The Titans, as well as others are responsible for creating Count Logan and bringing forth all the chaos.

-So our sympathies lie with them since they are trying to save people and stop this while he is basically letting himself be pushed around.

-THEY were harsh with him

-THEY drove him insane

-You know the problem with the above? If I wasn’t a fan of the show, I would be questioning this with the question of where is the proof.

-THEY caused him to lose faith which allowed the book to curse him

-Again, even though the book had a billion other canditates, this whiny putz was more worthy.

*At the titans and Terra* "...You did this!" (That is what I'm aiming for in the story: It's more THEIR fault all this is happening... though it doesn't excuse BB's actions either)

-And you...failed. Hard. It isn’t even funny with how hard you failed at bringing this important message to life. Why? Because we never really see him remorseful for his actions and evrrything he does in this feels more like everyoen is at fault for not bowing to him and treating him like a god because he has had a bad life. Oh boo hoo hoo. We are so saddened by something that obiviously doesn’t really affect him. This totally makes us sympathetic to his cause and think that the titans, who only wanted him to move on, are the bad guys in this.

and NOOOOOOOO... regardless of what you may pretend to think (Without hurting yourselves)

-And this also hurts your argument, because now it makes you look like a child. Well, you are one.

I was trying to justify BB's actions,

-You know, if you just read what you write once in a while, I wouldn’t have as much fun as I am now.

I'm just trying to say that his actions were UNDERSTANDIBLE. (Not that it matters, since you people are still whining about it anyway)

-I am not whining, I’m complaining. Do you want to hear whining?

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

Thank you Rarity.

Ra: You are welcome darling.

So now it's clearer... I suggest people learn to READ and not judge.

-Translation: Let my character alone! He is pure and untouchable! Stop trying to hurt his feelins by insultin him! You are all monsters who need to learn better! WAHHHHHHHHH!

Sorry, but we read and we interpit. You don’t want that, then don’t write it.

Until next Time... I leave you vids that have Logan in them...

-Oh joy. Welll, lets see what we got here tonight!!

Mykan out.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=176&v=d63QJZ1OP9E

-Ehh, the song is a little too depressing and doesn’t really match up. The lyrics are a bit dull and lifeless.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=42&v=SbMlE9LEQWE

-Jared Leto, please do not give this guy a dead rat, he doesn’t deserve it.

Anyway, this song doesn’t really work. This is a whiny little brat who is striking out against the world just because he doesn’t get what he wants. The song talks about the futility of war, about it affects the soldiers beyond what we see, and how it hurts everyone. There is no favorites in war, only titles that we give ourselves anf what others tell us we are. And in the end, war will will change us all.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_BbyyXBVPw

-I apologize for Les Mis fans. He probably never really watched the show at all. But if I am right, this is again talking about tragedy and the loss og friends who moved on. This is not all about you screaming out about how thee guys are wrong.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=2&v=QMLEoJqeAeg

-*BANG!* You do not sully one of the most important days in human history with your slime.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=1&v=1V01K51igO4

-Somedays I wonder if he actually watches these musicals or jut listens to the songs.

Now then, unlike the Bio I made for him (Because I spied on people and saw they're getting ready to riff him... like fish to the hook)

-Hey, sorry I was late to the party but work was literally zapping the comedy out of my body.

Now I'm going to give my own insights on what I made The End of Ends like it was.

-HAHAHA!!! Buddy, once it is out there, any and all interpitations belong to us the readers. We do not care about you.

And remember... It's NOT just because BB was dumped by Terra, but that plus an and entire life of hardship, tragedy, heartbreak, misery and shameful people treating him wrong.

-Sadly, since you use the “Greatest emotion of all, love” line, you made it more about Terra than what you were going for, sorry, but them’s the breaks kid.

Firstly, people like to tell me how wrong I am about how the Titans treat Beast Boy,

-You kind of are. Big Time. It’s like saying Misty is a bitch while forgetting the rest of her character traits. That is called, ‘flanderization.’ not that you would know anything about that, right?

perhaps they are wrong, but it makes no difference to me.

-I love how this is never about you and how you are wrong. No, it’s all on us.

Remember, my RULE OF ONE SIDE

-Ah yes, that stupid rule.

It's all ONE or all THE OTHER, not both-

-Because that is how humanity works! Remember, there is only one type of person and a person acts only like one way all of the time. He never changes or has his moments of kindness.

Sometimes the Titans are nice to him, sometimes they are mean to him.

-It’s like humanity has different emotions and feelings throughout their lifetimes and it takes more than just a few days to get to know a person.

  Not anymore, it's either all one or all the other.

-Aren’t you glad I am not making a politcal joke right now? I so could but I refuse!

 They are either all bad or all good.

-Yeah, its not like I know of good people back where I used to work and I can tell you about them, but they were all bad. Yep, no good at all. Or I would say that if I were a jerk.

  (And if they are all bad, then anything good that's ever happened is now null and void to me "It means nothing")

- That’s right. Even if you do good oout there people, according to Mykan logic, you are already bad and must be punished. Don’t try and redeem yourself or make yourself better, just bask in the glow of your own villany, or better yet...

Like I also told you before, Beast Boy respected Terra's wishes and let her go (Be it I wrote it that way or not) and for that... I'm going to beat him up.

-And people wonder if the scene on Fall was a paraelle to how the characters feel about Mykan abandoning them and treating them like garbage

 You know the rules in my world- If a guy loses a girl and it really steams me, then the guy will not only be denied having any happiness in his life BY ME,

-Because you are the high allmighty master of the realm and we must all obey you, or else. Yadda yadda. We know, and that they must follow your evil whims or be punished because they can’t have lives or do what you lack the courage to do you mangy coward.

 the following must go into effect.

-And here we go, you might want to get some hot chocolate. Most likely, you heard this one before

-He lives a long and pointless life, with nothing but scorn from others, unappreciated, and loses more than he gains all the time (This way, he'll have nothing to gain by moving on)

-Even if it makes no sense, it’s completely OOC, and really just ends up demeaning the character in the end. Hey as long as my sense of worth is built back up.

-Have a super falling out with those who were once his friends. Again, I don't care if people say his friends never treated him that way, MY RULES ARE MY RULES.

 -I would like to imagine when he says these things that he has his fingers in his ear and screaming “Can’t hear you!!!”

You break them, and I'll break you

-Heh, these characters are stronger than you think. They won’t break so easily.

 (The cartoon character) and Common Sense and good judgment won't save you this time.

-You know, when you say this, you are just saying that you have no common sense or good judgement. Wich kind of says a lot by your standards.

-He must become an Anti-Hero by choice, or become the primary antagonist (Usually NOT by choice) There was no "Yes or No" when it came to that book. It chose him, and that was it. "The choice is not yours"

-Deconstructed that out the window. Although, I do want to go for another round on that one.

 -Do not reconcile with former friends. The friendship is shattered... FOREVER,

-Yes, because that’s how it works. That is so how life works for those of you who are usually insane in the membraine.

end of story. Even if I wrote it so BB agreed to help the others face Draken in the final battle, in the end,

-It doesn’t even matter!

Sorry, in a Linkin Park mood

he would still wish NEVER to makeup and reconcile with them, balk at their desires to want to make up with him, and just leave,

-Only to cry about it a little later on his blog about how much they suck and are cruel and he wants his momma.

so they'll all feel dejected, hurt, and Terra can be heart-broken (Hopefully irreparably like how she did to him.)

-Either that or they all party like crazy while he is gone and get Kid Flash as a replacement.

-If reconciliation looks hopeful, the dude must die.

-Wow, you are a giant monster aren’t you? I mean, there is evil, there is cruel, and then there is you.

  That way he STILL can't reconcile with his friends, and they can still be hurt (That's why I killed BB on Friendship is Failure #3, so the potential will never be.)

-And yet it still felt like it did in the end. See, this is what happens when you try to do something that you just aren’t  good at.

Yeah, I know (I can tell without reading) a lot of you are insulting me right now

-Actually, I am making a soundtrack for Fall arc 1. Trying my best to think of a good Dislestia theme that I have.

and saying how much my rules suck. Well it sucks to be you then. "When you read in my world, you'll read by my rules."

-And the problem with that is, the moment we came here, it became our world too.

And the rule stands for BB or any guy in a couple I deeply supported: "Get the Girl... or Get punished!"

-Even if they don’t really have that much in common or are really all thatgood together, they must get together.

But remember, Terra is not the only factor.

Now, as for Logan himself, people also complain "He's too stuish and overpowered"

-I’m not complaining. I like OP bad guys. It makes me excited to kick thier asses. It feels so good that there are strong bad guys for me to kick. Because to me, a god is just another face for me to kick. If there is a dinosaur in the ice, then I want to teach it to balance atop a ball and-

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wh8ii9AFdSQ

Well, he kinda HAS to be, and for several reasons.

-Because I am an unoriginal hack who has no idea how tension works.

1: He is supposed to have the tittle

-I am going to be mature and not laugh at that mistake. I will not laugh and move on.

of "An Evil that is beyond ALL imagination"

-Its a shame that he isn’t, not really. Shishio, Kefka, Sephiroth, hell even Garland are more badass and evil beyond all imagination than this guy. At worst, he’s Kylo Ren.

  (Regaurdless of whatever wangasty, bitchiness, or emo slurrs people wish to mock him with)

-Oh please, as if I resort to slurs. I let the other people and my betters do that for me. I prefer to deconstruct.

 With a title like that, he SHOULDN'T be that easy to beat or even scratch,

-Ah, but with everything, there has to be a balance. Go too far one way and he’ll seem too invinvable and not very believable that the heroes can win. And when you go too far where you are taking out power houses from the cannon verse. Well, then it goes way to far and makes it look less like the villian is powerful and just an over bearing boss.

For example, Freiza was just the right mix of super powered while making it believable that he could be taken down. Dio is the same way.

 otherwise he's just another MOTW. (Monster of the Week)

-We know how Acronyms work.

  He has to be really strong, fierce, and deadly, to hold up a reputation like that

-Or just be poweful and intimating.

(Something that NO MLP villian ever did with me... not even Sombra or the Storm king)

-Wait, so the tops for you are Storm King and Sombra? SOMBRA AND STORM KING! Look I love Storm King and all, he’s a fun and silly villina, but tops on the mlp roster he is not. Hell, Tempest stole the show from him! And you put the dreaded Even on him as if he was some sort of powerhouse of MLP villians?

I'm just doing this now to mock the Storm King (Practically all MLP villains...)

-Oh this is going to be fun. Allow me to start with some Storm King questions.

*Picture Logan talking to the Storm King*

*The storm king wishes to help Logan, feeling he become more powerful if they teamed up*

Storm King: Wait, why would I want to work with this guy. He’s kind of...emo and depressing. He’ll cramp my style! Besides, he just isn’t that marketable. I mean, look at that armor, my stocks will plummet from the idea alone!

Logan: "In your world, they call you "A King?"

S.K: Well, acutally they call me the boss. I am trying to get King Trademarked but the lawyers say I don’t have a case. No good snakes.

Logan: "In mine... we would call you "a child"

Storm King: Me, a child? Oh that’s funny coming from mr. Livejournal. I have something you don’t, emo boy. Personality. Yeah, Tempest may outshine me in the movie, but lets face it...at least I’m fun. You just cry every five minutes and say how we all need to bow to you.

"An arrogant, demanding, blinded child!

Storm King: Are...are you ignoring me? I just insulted you and you are just going off on your tagent?

Do you really think that you can come to me with a proposition, assumed that I even WANT or NEED your help? Storm King...!

Storm King: Hey, you came to me, appearently to mock me. You must not have much to do.

  *Chuckles* Oh, forgive me... "Your highness." You said we understood each other... You COULD NOT be more wrong!"

Storm King: You’re right, we don’t understand each other. Give me a moment. *Snaps fingers* Tempest?

Tempest: *rolls eyes* Yes, master.

Storm King: Write me a sob story.

Tempest: *Frowns, and uses her magic to type up a story* Here ya go boss. I’m going to go get hosed.

Storm King: Ahem...My mother abused me until I was 10, leaving me to fend for myself. All the while I craved the kind touch of someone, anyone out there. It was soon that I realized that by letting others follow me, I could make the world care for me and love me like I always wanted. This also helped to fill in the loss of my father and friends, who always seemed to dissappear whenever I got close to anyone. I decided to become king in order to make the world love me.

There, now I have a sad sack story, now we understand each other.

Logan: "I understand you; your petty quest for bits of power... your need to conquer... your desires! But you... don't see me."

Storm King: *Blinks* I see you, right there. You are standing there, in front of me.

Logan: "Oh, but I am, especially in one particular way: I've EARNED my title and my position. You've been GIVEN yours, Storm King.

Storm King: Weren’t you given your power because a book saw you and thought that you were perfect for the host. Then it GAVE you the power to wipe out existance? That sounds like you were given the power to me. Right Tempest?

Tempest: *slurred* Too drunk to care!!!!!

Storm King: See? You were also given the power to make all of this by that book.Were it not for the book you would be just little Beast Boy!

I... am a true embodiment of darkness... and you're just a little boy."

Storm King: If the embodiment of darkness is a whiny 17 year-old...I need a new line of work.

Logan *Cuts in&: "You are excused... *Taps his Cane for his minions to come* Take him away, and dispose of him."

Storm King: Don’t bother, I’m out! Have fun with your destruction or whatever. By the way, my assasstant emptied your booze storage.

Tempest: ~HEre we are, the princessess of the universe~

Whoo! That felt good... now moving on...

-Awww, but I was having fun putting in the actual Storm King personality and ignoring your horribly adapted piece of material. Yeah, I know he stole it. Don’t know where, but I know he stole the dialouge.

2: He's so overpowered: Well... um, in case you didn't notice

-Yeah, I kind of been skimming the original...kind of boring if you ask me.

"He's trying to LITERALLY obliterate the universe" and in a short time as well (A matter of weeks)

-Do not get me started on your little timeline shennigans!

Don't you think you need an awful lot of power for that--

-The empire did it with only a small planetoid.

to destroy planets whole, shatter multiple stars with one strike, wipe out a million races just like that. You need LOTS of power for that.

-Eh, just a planet sized planet buster and you’re good.

And remember... It's NOT just because BB was dumped by Terra,

-But it is, I’m just trying to lie my pants off.

but that plus an and entire life of hardship, tragedy, heartbreak, misery and shameful people treating him wrong.

-i.e nobody kissing his ass and treating him like a king.

  He's angry, insane, and hurt, and he wishes to stop the pain and get revenge at the same time... Killing himself simply, will not do it (As spirits can feel pain as well, and eventually the spirits of others would join him in death...

-WHAT?!

 but through NON-EXISTENCE, that won't happen)

-Antimoniter: Ok, now I am gonna sue somebody.

Also, getting back to the Titans, and my STILL being wrong about the way they treated

-Oh joy, more “They hurt my cinnamon roll!!!!”

 Beast Boy, I still don't care. The goal of the story was to make it more THEIR FAULT all that destruction happened

 -So to prove your point, you had to lie, falsifie evidence, make faulty excuses, and trick the audience.

(They drove BB off the edge... which made the book curse him... which brought forth the destruction)

-It was all their fault and not the whiny crybaby in the corner who wants everyone to kow tow to his needs!!!!

"You did it, Titans"

-You know, this would be the point where ever one gives him a bitch slap.

And being nice to BB won't drive him off the edge, will it? and it also won't make it look more like their faults like I want it to be.

-Again, so you have to lie in order to make your story work. Have you not seen the problem with this?

That's pretty much the basic idealism I have and want to see in fiction.

-So, you are bringing out ideals and making things seem brighter?

 You tell me, "The Titans are his friends... Never treated him like that... ect, ect" I don't care.

-And I know you don’t care. Hell, this hasn’t been about making you mad, fixing you, or anything else. This has beenn purely for the enjoyment of somepeople who want a good laugh.

You tell me "He's overpowered, a stu, an unredeemable villain." Still not caring...

-Not caring, yadda yadda. How much you want to bet he is going to say that this isn’t a version of him.

I like him just how he is. and NOOOOO... he isn't a version of me,

-*Claps* Thank you for proving my faith in you.

because I do not wish to destroy ACTUAL REAL worlds or kill people in real life.

-Nope, but let’s look at the facts. He represents your ideals (No redemption, no forgiveness), he represents your hate (Terra doesn’t get together with him, he despises the Titans), he is a force of your creation that is to provide release for your own pain (Wich you admit as such), and is a whiny little brat who has to deal with the fact that no one is treating him right and he wants to be held.

Yep, that is you. It doesn’t even need to be the killing world or powers to be you. But it’s the real important thing. If you didn’t want it to be you, then you need to ditch the persona.

Killing fictional people is just part of the story (The story is no good without it) doesn't Count.

-Points to the above statement*

"Yes it does, and a it makes you a sick little freak that should be locked up"

-Hey, when you make all of the insults for me...

Again, I say... No it doesn't.

-You should actually pay attention to what you write you  know. People can so easily use it against you.

This is my world, and what I say goes... and I say, if you don't like it, then take a hike and take your so-called "Common Sense" with you!

-Very well idoit!!!!

Until next time, Mykan out!

 -Waves by.