#kell is one of the best characters ever

[typingwithmyhandstied]

I love Holland's faith in Kell being good, and how he uses it to push through with his not every good plans. Like in A Darker Shade of Magic when he knew that Kell would come back to save Lila even through how much she protested that he didn't care about her. Or in A Gathering of Shadows, when he hears from Ojka that Kell ran away, Holland is confident that he will come back because he always does. This is a great antagonist/protagonist relationship if I've ever seen one.

Not really the same but I really like the detail of how when Ojka asks him who the collar is for, Holland says "an old friend."

[paeliae-occasionally]

OC Profile tag.

Thanks @saturnine-saturneight for the tag!

I will answer for Xaeren because I have been writing him recently.

Name: Xaeren (Z-eye-ren)

Nickname: Xae, but only by the hidden king or maybe Kell.

Kind of being: Human. (Runic)

Age: For the majority of story he is 32-33 but he was held is stasis for quite a few years so his body is only like 25.

Gender: Male

Appearance: Light tan skin and a sparkle in his eyes when he is thinking. He wears a dark blue sailing coat with a strange number of pockets that seem to move and shift depending on his need. The buckles on the coat and all of his jewellery is engraved with runes so he can cast with them if he is ever in need. His hair is black matching his black boots made for running across Zaireli rooftops.

Occupation: Hand for the house of Hiresias then godkiller.

Family members: His parents were Saire and Morden Teyri and they were taken by Schaeres when they attempted a necromantic ritual. He was then raised by the runic cult: the Ponturesi.

Pets: He bound all of their souls to Schaeres’s realm in practice.

Best friend: The hidden king’s son Arlei.

Describe their room: He has a small wooden loft space in Zairel with a slanted roof and piles of books in tall piles on the one desk. In one corner is a small wooden slab covered in a thin blanket where he sleeps (when he can justify it) and he has a workbench with clay, carving knives and metal casting tools for making runes.

Way of speaking: He learnt Zaireli from criminals of a higher house so he speaks with a lower Zaireli accent but can easily fake nobility. He speaks Altic like a higher scholar becuase of the Ponturesi

Physical characteristics (posture, gestures, attitude): He moves with a quiet grace as a trained runic and spy of the House, but he still finds himself standing straight with his hands behind his back when stressed from memories when he was with the Ponturesi. His hands move as fast as his mind crafting and writing while he talks.

Items in their back pocket/purse: With his many pockets in his coat, he carries more than most people. He has two full sets of runes and a knife to carve more if he needs to. He also carries a sharper knife for rituals or combat if he needs it. His pockets are full of notes and he always has at least 3 Hiresisian clocks used as a secret form of communication in the house.

Hobbies: He loves sailing. That was one of the main reasons he stayed in Zair to research for so long, because of the large port and sail boats he could travel on.

Favorite sports: Sailing and runic jumping.

Abilities/Talents/Powers: He is the most powerful mortal runic who has ever lived. He wrote 42 of the 47 runes during years of magical research.

Relationships (how they are with other people): It depends on how he views you. Before he returned from the Demi-plane, he would look for stories in people and travel the continent learning about the people there, but after he returned he had a debt to settle and all that mattered was if you were useful or not.

Fears: Faliure. He is running out of time as the goddess gets closer and he needs this plan to work or his life loses meaning.

Faults: He is incredibly focused which means he can ignore those around him while he is trapped in his work. This makes it hard to maintain relationships and means he often ignores his physical needs, forgetting to eat for days at a time.

Good points: Alternatively, that singular focus means he can achieve incredible things if he sets his mind to it, including writing 42 runes and killing a goddess.

What they want more than anything else: He would say he wants to kill Schaeres, but deeper than that he wants to fulfil a purpose. He latches to meaning with everything in his being, hoping to do something useful with all of his talents.

That was a lot. I really like Xaeren as a character, he is a fun figure to play with.

Tagging @tildeathiwillwrite, @somethingclevermahogony, @sunflowerrosy, @the-golden-comet, @kaylinalexanderbooks

and @drchenquill

[hollywoodxwhore]

Mine | Chapter Four

Colson x Original Female Character

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

Warnings/Content: swearing, brief mention of weight, col and presley being cute and pining for each other, surprise surprise kells talking about his dick

Presley

The first thing we do when we arrive in Florida is go to the beach.

It’s gorgeous outside and the show isn’t until tomorrow, so it’s a no brainer. Ashleigh manages to find a private beach that we’re able to rent out so no one bothers us. 

I’m so ready to get my toes in the sand, to dive into the ocean. Living in Michigan, I have access to the beach whenever I want, but what’s sad to admit is that I didn’t get to the beach one time last summer. I was too engrossed in my work. 

It’s been so nice not having to work while I’m here. I guess I didn’t realize just how little free time I’d been giving myself. I could work whenever I wanted at the shop, and more often than not, I’d decide to go in on a Saturday or a Sunday for some extra money. As head piercer, I could do that. 

But I’ve been feeling so relaxed that I don’t feel in a rush to return to that. I don’t really miss the loneliness of it all, the nights when I’d be all alone in my apartment. I’m a homebody and I like to be alone, but there’s a difference between alone time and loneliness. What I was experiencing was some pretty painful loneliness and I’m only just now realizing it.

It’s like I’ve come back to life in the short time I’ve been on tour. Feelings I didn’t realize I could feel have surprised me, and although I can’t act on them, it’s nice to know I can even feel that way. My little crush on Colson has grown into something a little more real, but I can’t help it. 

How could I when he’s secretly the sweetest person ever? Kind, selfless, and comforting, I’ve come to love being in his presence. Sleeping next to him was the best night I’ve had for as long as I can remember. How often do I wake up in the middle of the night seized by anxiety or loneliness and have to fight to get back to sleep? Every single night. But not the night I slept beside — well, on top of — Colson. 

All of this has me humming happily to myself as I slip into my bikini, gathering what I need for the beach. Once I’m changed, Cash comes out of the bathroom and gathers his things, too. The entire reason I joined everyone on tour was to be closer to Cash. I didn’t think I would end up loving everyone else, too. 

“Ready?” Cash asks and I nod, grabbing my bag. We head down to the lobby where we meet the others and get into the cars. I’m happy when Cash gets into the car where Colson is already. I can’t have him. I know this. But that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy his presence while I can. 

I turn around and wave Olivia over. I think she and Cash would be so cute together and I want to make it happen.

“Good call,” she whispers as she climbs into the car, taking the seat beside Cash. That leaves a seat open next to Colson and I sit down, smiling shyly up at him.

“Hey,” he says with a little smirk. God, he’s so handsome. He didn’t bother to put a shirt on so he wears black and pink swim trunks, sunglasses, and nothing else. His body is a work of fucking art, covered in tattoos that only slightly camouflage lean muscle. I have to force myself not to stare.

“How far away is the beach?” Colson asks. 

“About an hour,” the driver answers. Colson nods and slumps in his seat a little, trying to relax, but there isn’t nearly enough room for his legs.

I can’t help but snicker and he looks over at me, arching a brow. “What’s funny?”

I shrug and glance at his legs. “I can imagine you never have enough leg room,” I say.

Colson chuckles and nods, shrugging. “I’m used to it. Been tall my entire life,” he explains. “It’s a pain in the ass but it has its benefits.” He glances at me. “You’re pretty tall, too.”

“I shouldn’t complain. You’re at least five inches taller than me,” I say. 

“How tall are you?” He asks, looking me up and down. It makes me feel a little dizzy.

“Somewhere in the 5’9”-5’10” range,” I answer with a shrug. “Doctors tell me something different every time.”

“In that case,” Colson says with a little smirk, “I’m six or seven inches taller.”

I’ve never really cared that much about height, but thinking about our height difference makes me feel…safe? Excited? Small? It’s something I’ve never really thought about before. Being a tall woman, I’m used to taking up more space than I want to, used to feeling too big for lots of men. But not Colson. And I like that. 

“Yeah, we hear you, Jolly Green Giant,” Cash teases from the seat behind us, flicking Colson in the ear.

Colson whips around and snatches Cash’s hat off his head to place on his own head, backwards, and Jesus, he did not need to look sexier. “Shut up, Carver,” Colson says. “You’re only a little shorter than I am.”

“How tall are you?” Olivia asks.

“6’2”,” Cash answers with a smirk and I stifle an eye roll. Cash loves being tall. Loves the way women love his being tall. Hearts practically pop in Olivia’s eyes and Colson and I meet each other’s eyes, exchanging knowing grins. 

“Shorter than me,” Colson says, and his slight arrogance is sexy. He hands Cash his hat back and laughs when Cash flips him off. Colson turns to me and shakes his head. “Was he this difficult as a child?”

“Worse,” I say, glancing back at my brother, whose smirk fades a little. “Let me tell you about how he got, like, three babysitters fired.”

Cash groans. “Pres, no,” he pleads.

“What did he do?” Olivia asks delightedly. 

I giggle. “Which time?” I tease, and Cash smacks his forehead with the palm of his hand. “One time, he got on the roof. Another time he ran through the sprinkler in his clothes. Left the house without permission and the poor babysitter couldn’t find him. Oh, and there was that time you broke my wrist—”

“It was an accident!” Cash whines, cheeks flushed. His eyes narrow at me and my smile fades.

“Oh shit,” Colson mutters.

“I thought you said he was sweet,” Olivia says. 

I laugh. “For the most part, he was. But he had his moments.” 

“Alright, Pres,” Cash says, sitting up straighter. “What story of yours should I tell?”

I smirk. “I don’t have any embarrassing stories. Good try, though,” I say.

“What about that time you peed your pants at Matt Carlson’s bonfire?” And, fuck, I do have an embarrassing story.

“Cash!” It’s my turn to groan and cover my face. 

“Oh, this I gotta hear,” Colson says, and I groan more loudly.

“I love hanging out with siblings,” Olivia says.

“It wasn’t my fault!” I insist. “That’s one of the reasons I don’t drink.”

“Wait, how old were you?” Olivia asks.

“Seventeen,” Cash chirps.

I moan.

“Too much Smirnoff cherry,” Cash sighs dramatically, “and a trampoline don’t mix.”

“Oh god,” Colson says with a snicker. I glare at him and he only laughs harder, head falling back to reveal that gorgeous neck. 

“There went any chance I had with Matt Carlson,” I mutter. My cheeks are red, but I have to admit that it is a funny story. I can’t help but giggle as I lean over the seat to try and hit Cash. He laughs and evades any attempt I make, so I settle back into my seat and flip him off.

“Remind me to ask you for more stories later,” Colson tells Cash.

“Deal,” he says. 

“Do you know any embarrassing Colson childhood stories?” I ask Olivia.

“No, but Ashleigh and Slim do,” she says.

I grin wickedly at Colson who winces. “Good to know,” I say, raising a brow at him.

He shakes his head. “You’re an evil woman,” he says sagely, and I grin, shrugging innocently.

We all talk nonstop the rest of the way to the beach, and when we get there, we’re all energized and ready to enjoy the day. We pile out of the car and join the others who are already setting up on the beach. 

Cash tosses his stuff onto the ground and peels off his shirt. He tosses his hat on top of his shirt. “I’m swimming. Who’s with me?”

“Me,” Colson says, setting his stuff down, too. He turns to me. “Pres?” I’m so surprised by his use of the nickname that I almost lose my speech. Something about it makes me feel all gooey inside. 

“I’ll be there in a second. Just want to get my towel out and stuff,” I say. Colson nods at me and then follows Cash out into the water. 

I lay out my towel and then Cash’s, too. Olivia settles her towel beside Cash’s and smiles at me sheepishly when I smirk at her. “What?” She asks innocently.

“Just so you know, I heavily support it,” I tell her, and her smile widens. 

“Really?” She asks quietly, and I nod. She looks out into the water at Cash, sighing quietly. “Dammit. Why does your brother have to be such a good guy?”

I grin. “He is, isn’t he?”

“And so fucking hot.”

“Can’t say I agree with you there,” I say dryly. 

Olivia giggles and steps out of her clothes. “Come on. Let’s go swim with them.”

I nod and toss my cotton dress onto my towel, glancing down at my suit to make sure I look okay. I follow Olivia out into the water where a couple of others have already joined Cash and Colson. 

Colson’s hair is wet already, as is his skin, and it glistens under the hot, midday sun. Shit. Even though the water is somewhat cool, I feel flushed just looking at him. 

And then, he turns to look at me.

He has sunglasses on, but those can only conceal so much, and they do nothing to hide the way that his jaw quite literally drops when he sees me. He recovers quickly, clearing his throat as his mouth snaps shut, but behind the dark lenses of his glasses, I can see the way his eyes are slowly, subtly wandering my body. 

All at once, it’s very clear. Colson 100% wants me. And I want him, too.

“Hey, let’s play chicken,” Cash says, and when I look over, I catch him checking out Olivia, way less subtly than Colson was checking me out. I bite back a knowing smirk. Anything for him to get closer to Olivia. But I’m fine with it. Happy about it, even. 

Cash has had flings, but he’s a romantic at heart, and all he wants is someone he can spoil. Someone he can show off to our parents and his friends. Someone to treat like an absolute queen. And I really like Olivia. I’d be happy if it was her. 

“Ooh, me and Cash versus Presley and Kells,” she says, and dammit, because Olivia’s almost imperceptible smirk in my direction tells me she’s well aware of my crush on Colson.

And I’m happy, trust me, I am…but what if I’m too heavy? That’d be an instant mood killer. If Colson really is into me, being unable to put me on his shoulders would kill that real quick. Colson looks confident, though. He smiles at me as he walks over to me. 

“You good with this?” He asks, and I nod. He nods, too, and disappears under the water. I squeak in surprise when his head slips between my legs and he settles me easily onto his shoulders, hefting me up as he stands tall. Like he’s holding nothing at all. 

“Shit,” I say, grabbing his hair gently to steady myself. “You’re strong.”

Colson chuckles. “You wouldn’t know it with how skinny I am,” he says. “Not like you’re heavy,” he adds quickly, and I blush. 

Cash gets Olivia on his shoulders, too, and she looks at me with a little smile. I smile right back and keep my hold on Colson’s bleached locks as he walks over to them. 

“I’m getting on your shoulders next, Liv,” Cash says, and Olivia throws her head back with a laugh. Cash smiles widely and I feel a rush of affection for my brother. It’s so good to see him happy. 

Olivia and I grab each other’s hands once we’re in close enough proximity, and we giggle as we fight weakly, neither of us going too hard. We’re clearly both enjoying being on the shoulders of the boys beneath us. I’m glad I shaved my legs today because Colson’s wet hands are secured on my thighs. The warmth of them has me feeling flustered. 

“Are you guys even trying?” Cash asks after a few minutes. Olivia and I are basically just holding hands, and when we look at each other, we laugh.

“Alright, Cash, it’s up to us, I guess,” Colson says, and Olivia and I shriek in unison and we start to teeter as the boys grab hands and start trying to wrestle us off their shoulders.

“Cash, if I get hurt, I’m gonna kill you!” I shriek, tightening my thighs a little. 

“I’ve got you!” Colson assures me. He shoves Cash’s chest, and Cash wobbles. Olivia screams as she and Cash tumble into the water. 

I clap happily and Colson reaches up his palms so we can high-five. “Nice job,” I tell him. “Thank you for making sure I didn’t die.”

Colson laughs. “Any time,” he says. “Give me your hands.” I let him take my hands and he squeezes them as he bends down and pops me off his shoulders. I’m surprised when he wraps an arm around my shoulder. “I’m super competitive. Thanks for helping me win,” he says.

I smile and wrap my arm around his waist. “Me too,” I confess. “Like, madly competitive.”

“She sure fucking is,” Cash pipes in. “Many family fights were had over Sorry games.”

“You any good at beer pong?” Colson asks me. “Oh, right. You don’t really drink.”

“I’m still good at beer pong,” I assure him.

“Oh bet,” he says. “Another thing we can beat Cash and Liv at.”

“Hell yeah,” I grin.

Cash narrows his eyes. “I don’t like the alliance forming between the two of you,” he says, gesturing between me and Colson. “Kells, you and my sister can’t gang up on me.”

“Hey, not my fault your sister is cool,” Colson says, and I grin cheekily at Cash, who rolls his eyes. I’m really enjoying Colson’s arm around me. Enjoying all of this, really. I can’t actually remember the last time I had this much fun. The last time I was this happy. 

Colson

Today at the beach, I was happier than I’ve been in a very, very long time, and there’s no one else to thank but Presley.

It’s getting harder and harder to heed Cash’s warnings. Not only is she the baddest girl I’ve ever seen, but I actually really enjoy her company. She’s funny, sweet, and our personalities just vibe together. I haven’t gotten along with a girl this well in a long ass time.

And maybe I could ignore it, stay away from her like Cash said, but now that it’s three in the morning and I’m wide awake in bed, all I want is her next to me. 

I’ve been wanting to text her for two hours now. She was added to the group chat, so now I have her number, and I shouldn’t use it, but fuck, I want to. I’m tired as shit, and I know if she were here, I’d sleep. It’s such a slippery fucking slope, though. What if she tells Cash I begged her to come sleep in here? He’d be furious.

I groan and rub my eyes until I see stars. Not good. Not good at all. But, fuck, I’m an adult, and so is Presley, and who is Cash to tell me what I can and can’t do? 

It’s with that thought that I finally text Presley. I don’t ask right away, just let her know that It’s Colson.

She might be asleep for all I know, and I’ll regret the hell out of this in the morning. But there’s no way I misinterpreted the looks she’s been giving me. She’s into me. She has to be. Unless I want her to be into me so badly that I’m imagining things. I don’t think I am, though.

I jolt when my phone buzzes on my chest, and sure enough, there she is. What’s up? 

Colson: Can’t sleep. You?

Presley: Same…

Colson: What are you doing?

Presley: Laying here getting more and more frustrated that I can’t sleep. You?

Colson: Same. 

Colson: Want to be awake together?

Presley: Sure. Can I come there? Cash is sleeping like a baby as usual.

Colson: Come on over. Room 313.

I hop out of bed, hurrying to make myself somewhat more presentable. I brush my teeth, which is totally unnecessary since, one, I haven’t eaten anything since I brushed my teeth two hours ago, and two, it’s not like she’s going to get close enough to me to notice whether or not I brushed my teeth. 

I throw a pair of shorts over my boxers and roll on another swipe of deodorant. I check my hair in the mirror and then clean some food wrappers off the nightstand. By then, there’s a knock on the door. I open it to reveal Presley, looking cozy in a matching set that looks way too big for her. It’s probably Cash’s. “Hey,” I tell her. “Come on in.”

She follows me inside and I lead the way to my bed, sitting against the headboard. She curls up with her legs beneath her and faces me, sighing. “You an insomniac too?” she asks.

I nod. “Yep.”

Presley sighs quietly and nods, too. “It sucks.”

“That it does,” I agree, but now that she’s here, I feel tired. So tired. I know if we were to lie down in bed together, I’d be asleep in minutes. 

“The worst part is that I’m tired as fuck,” she says, “but I can’t sleep. It’s like every thought in existence enters my brain as soon as I lay down and close my eyes.”

“Fucking mood,” I agree with a chuckle. I take a deep breath, knowing I shouldn’t say more, shouldn’t admit it, but I do. “The only time I’ve actually slept well recently is when you were here.”

She looks up at me with those green eyes, so green they almost look fake, and for a second, I’m worried I’ve freaked her out. That I’ve said too much. But then she takes a deep breath, too, and nods as she looks away from me. “Yeah. Me too,” she mutters, glancing up at me again. 

We’re both quiet for a few moments, challenging each other to say it, to initiate, but she might be more stubborn than I am because she stays quiet. I wipe my suddenly clammy palms on my shorts. “Want to try and sleep here?” I ask.

Perfect, white teeth sink into the corner of her bottom lip as she studies me. “Are you sure?” She asks. “I don’t want to impose.”

“You’d be doing me a favor,” I point out. “If I don’t sleep I’ll be a wreck at the show tonight.”

Presley wets her lips and nods. “Okay. Then, sure.” She hops off of the bed to remove her sweatshirt as I pull back the blankets. 

She hesitates, toying with the bottom of her long t-shirt. “You okay?” I ask as I crawl beneath the blankets.

“Yeah. I’m fine,” she says. “I just.” I raise a brow, waiting. “I can’t sleep in these big ass pants. Do you care if I take them off? My t-shirt is long enough….”

Her voice tapers off and her cheeks flush. Damn, she’s cute. She has no idea just how little I care if she sleeps without pants. Actually, that’s a lie. I care a lot. She’s making it so hard not to want her. But I shake my head. “No, I don’t care at all,” I say. “To be honest, I can’t sleep in anything but boxers anyway.”

��Oh,” she says, relaxing slightly. “Okay, cool.” She drops the sweats to the floor and I shuck off my shorts, tossing them to the floor. I glance over at her and my heart squeezes. She looks beautiful, the hem of her t-shirt falling just above where she has a rose tattoo on her thigh, and I’m reminded for the thousandth time just how gorgeous those legs are.

She crawls into bed beside me, careful to keep her shirt down, and settles onto the pillow, facing me. Suddenly, she looks exhausted, and I feel it, too, stifling a yawn behind my hand. I reach over to turn off the lights, throwing us into darkness.

“Pres,” I say quietly.

“Hm?” Her eyes find mine as we adjust to the darkness.

I bite my lip. “I’ll do my best to stay on my side of the bed,” I murmur, “but I failed at it last time.”

“Or I did,” she says quietly. “One of us did.” She’s quiet for a while, and I’m starting to think she’s asleep, but then the blankets rustle and her toes nudge against my shin gently. “We could just…not bother. Trying to keep our distance.” Her voice is so soft, but I heard her clearly. I swallow hard. 

“Yeah,” I say, my voice coming out in a bit of a croak. “Whatever you want.” After a brief pause, we both gravitate towards each other, and then her back is against my front, my arm draped over her waist, and she’s pulled one of my legs between both of hers. Her impossibly smooth skin brushes against mine. Jesus. A wave of electricity seems to swim through me and I swallow hard, trying to stay composed. This is so wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this. Cash would kill me if he knew. But I’m following her lead. She needs to sleep and so do I. This is serving a purpose. That’s all. 

I tighten my arm around her waist, then slide my hand to rest against her flat belly. I feel the hitch in her breath and then she begins to breathe slowly, deeply. I nuzzle a bit closer, my forehead against the back of her head, and all at once, I feel so completely at peace that it’s almost alarming. Presley is warm and soft and fits with me like we were made for each other. My eyelids are so heavy I can’t hold them open anymore.

“Night, Pres,” I whisper.

“Night, Col.” I love the use of my nickname and the soft, raspiness of her voice. Before I know it, I’m asleep. 

XX

More often than not, I wake up far before my alarm, so I’m surprised when it rouses me this morning. Rolling over, I quickly turn it off, all too aware that Presley is in my bed. 

I swear we barely moved all night, other than her rolling slightly onto her belly. I know we touched all night because I’m warmer where our bodies were touching. And the morning wood I have is not a run of the mill boner. No, this is from cuddling up to a girl to whom I’m extremely attracted. Shit. 

A glance at Presley tells me she’s still asleep, so I adjust myself, tucking my cock into my waistband until it decides to behave. Sun peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow over Presley’s sleeping frame. We must’ve gotten warm because the blankets are shoved down, and that’s when I realize that her shirt has ridden up, all the way to her lower back. 

I hold back a whine, feeling like a total prick, but fuck, I can’t help but look at her ass. She wears tiny boy shorts that have also ridden up, the perfect crescents of her ass perfectly visible. I cringe, feeling like a total douche, and gently roll her shirt back down, covering her up. But then, she starts to stir.

I freeze with my hand hovering over her, not wanting to touch her without her permission. She lifts her head, confused, then looks over her shoulder. Her eyes widen slightly when she realizes the state of her clothing, and then she yanks her shirt down, whipping her head over to look at me.

My eyes widen a little and I hold up my hand. “I-it rode up. I was just trying to roll it back down,” I assure her, but she’s already scrambling out of bed to pull on her sweats. I feel sick with guilt. She must think I was checking her out or trying to get her naked or something. “Presley,” I say.

“It’s fine,” she mutters as she pulls the sweatshirt over her head. “What time is it?”

I don’t understand why she’s acting so weird, why she’s so desperate to cover herself. She’s beyond gorgeous. “Um, noon,��� I say. “We have to leave around one for the venue.”

“I should go get ready,” she says, relaxing as soon as she’s fully clothed. She bites her lip and smiles at me a bit sheepishly. “Thanks for letting me sleep here.”

I relax just a little, then nod slowly. “Of course. Any time,” I say. “Thanks for sleeping here.”

“Did you get some sleep?” she asks.

“Oh yeah,” I say. “I feel great.”

She smiles softly. “Okay, good. I’ll see you at the venue later, okay?” With that, she grabs her phone and hurries out of my room.

Slowly, I roll onto my back and blink at the ceiling. There are so many little quirks about Presley when it comes to sex and her body. First, there was the weird conversation we had about sleeping around. Now, she freaks out about her shirt riding up. How could she possibly be insecure? 

I try to push it out of my head as I get ready, but warning signals pop up in my brain. Did something happen to her? Did someone hurt her? Why else is she acting this way? I don’t like the way anger flares in me at the thought of someone hurting this perfect woman. I want to find out, but I don’t want to push.

Besides, I promised Cash — and myself, for that matter — that I wasn’t going to be anything other than her friend. But friends care about friends, right? This is a friendly concern.

Right?

[caffeinatedattorney]

No problem! Yeah I think what happened with those twists was that the writers saw how Goyer's original three-villain plot twist in Unburied (the Harvester actually being Stirk, him being manipulated by Hugo Strange, Hugo Strange being manipulated by Kell who is actually Poison Ivy) was well received and deciding that they should just copy that strategy for both SitD and Fallen City?

But the Court of Owls being involved and having caused the Waynes murder especially seems like it doesn't line up with the worldbuilding in Unburied at all - Unburied specifically points out that police corruption isn't something specific to Gotham but inherent to the police system itself, it wouldn't make sense for that sort of story to introduce the Court and go "actually it wasn't the system after all , it was all just caused by this shadowy organisation". Same with Unburied having Bruce learn to let go of his obsession with his parents deaths only for Fallen City to roll this development back by making their deaths a conspiracy, or Unburied Bruce learning about the abuse the villains face in Arkham and blaming himself for it to the point of needing to be consoled by King Tut only for SitD to make him unsympathetic to their deaths and torture - it just doesn't fit together. Not to mention the lack of following up on Barbara's plotline with Flass or Eddie's plotline about potentially losing his grip on his sanity that were core elements of their character arcs in Unburied that subsequently got ignored as if they didn't happen.

It's like the new writers wanted to separate themselves from the core of the original first season (the characterisations and arcs) while trying to emulate what they think made it successful (the plot twists) and completely failing because of this

Oh, gosh I should listen to the first one again. I forgot about that shift in sitd. It's the little things that make Bruce / batman come a cross so differently. Like the first one feels like a batman that's been around, knows all the rogues and cares for them, is constantly monitoring himself knowing how bad things can get and still he goes above and beyond for everyone. It's so... Mature.

I described fallen city as cartoon because frankly all I could think about was Btas and tnba. A bruce that has seen it all... Except a guy who cannot die? Deception? There's no... Nuance? Bruce's grieving is confined to visiting the mausoleum almost. It's like he just started to deal with it instead of someone who has grown around it.

I was excited at first, thinking it was a prequel? The relationship with harvey felt starnge in that it makes you wonder how long he's been a DA and if he has any issues with the job. But Barbara being oracle and mentioning (am I remembering wrong?) the events of the last season only prepared me for the weirdest Ra's reveal ever.

Also you mentioning the corruption in the system! It just clicked to me why it felt so removed from the first and sitd, not just emotionally. It's like, Barbara is encouraging gordon to be a cop bc be was the best there is and, in a way, 'gets shit done'? She forgets about flass and the department making Gordon's life hell for wanting due process at the very least? The premise is too different. And, I might get flamed for this, almost ridiculous to introduce the most larger than life villains batman has.

I reiterate they aren't my favs and I don't read about them, but my understanding is that the court is meant to terrify Bruce, they're the horror in his own home, one he had never accounted for but knows him very well and has tons of power he cannot imagine. And the other is Bruce's first 'oh shit, how do I deal with this guy without getting him or more people killed for some world domination plan'. It's so different from the more grounded ever-present issues in Gotham and having batman still be challenged by them.

I could yap about this all day long lol. I just... The combo baffles me.

[thoughts-of-kel]

keller kelling kel kel orange joe kel kel basketball kelsey kel kelvin kelson kelan kle kels kels keeeeeeellllllllllllll kelony

enough of me joking around i'm gonna ask some questions BECAUSE I'M BORED answer them or no free orange joe /j /nf

I wanna know so do you have any favorite side character in omori :3

eeeeeeuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr euuuuurrrrrrrrrrr eur eeeeeeeuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr I know this is lame sorry but uhhhhh favoirte color

do you have any music recommendation if you have one

idk if someone ever asked this but any favorite food

another one kinda related to the one over this but any favorite drink

ANY SHIP????????????????????????? do you SHIP ANY???? it's fine if not

do you

orange joe or orange jo

least favoirte boss in omori if you've ever played ut

what do you think is the best thing in this universe (sweats I think the answer is so obvious I will not tell you what I think you;re gonna answer ANSWER IT)

I think people asked some of these already but idc okay that's 10 questions I ran out of them bye this is awkward uhhhh errrrrrrrr have a good day or noon or evening or night or midnight or midday *runs away at full speed*

thank u for these questions!!!!! i will be sure to spend them wisely :3

1. fav omori side character has to be humphrey!!! rlly random pick ik but u gotta stick w me on this one

2. fav colour is red!!! all my fav candy flavours are red!!!!!!!!!

3. for music recommendations - id highly recommend cherry waves by deftones. pretty random but it goes hard imo

4. TWO QUESTIONS IN ONE!!!! fav food is absolutely pepperoni pizza... fav drink?!? fruit punch juice...

5. im not rlly a shipper when it comes to omori, i just like the silly little guys ^_^ (nothing outside of canon anyways, stuff like hero x mari)

6. ORANGE JOE!!!!!

7. (i havent played omori so i cant exactly say which boss is my least favourite)

8. the best thing in the universe are the friends we made along the way

goodnight tiny person in my ask box!!!!

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Oooooh. Roxy didn't answer this because she's very done with the insanity and I'm over it too but at the same time... I don't think people realize what it does to people. Because of the shit last night I ended up with assault nightmares because that's how my brain deals with transphobic attacks. I just want everyone to see the type of humans that follow Megan. I think it speaks so much of her character.

I genuinely don't even know how to cover this point by point and you know I don't like negativity but this? Go fuck yourself. This is the most fake "apology" I've ever seen.

1. You had to have seen my page and my trans flag and my pronouns to make some of the jokes you did. You knew and you did it anyway.

2. You proceed to say "suck pussy juices" which... Do I have to say how that too is transphobic? Do you think I claim to have one? I mean I'd say you can suck my dick but I don't want you anywhere NEAR me. Ever.

3. I'm the least misogynistic person around, all my best friends are incredible women. But guess who likes to throw around that word to trans people? Terfs.

4. I have never seen someone be such a bully while "helping people be better humans". You sound like a lot of Christians I've met and that should say something to you.

I don't feel like picking this entire thing apart enough to go against every point. I didn't want to give this a moment of my life again because I genuinely hate being negative but this was too much. I'm truly horrified people like this exist. You speak of human decency but I don't think you've had a moment of it in your life. You remind me of a Trump supporter the way you can't question your goddess. That's the difference here, when Kells fucks up I say so. But when he's being hurt I back him up because people like you exist who let her spread lies about him.

Genuinely no one was even attacking her. @triplexdoublex made a tiny joke. Much in the same way I made a joke about Col's hairline. See how that works? We don't mindlessly suck his cock. Although...

But guess what? No one actually has to accept any nonsense replies! That's the magic of this being her or my blog. That's the magic of the internet. It's our personal safe spaces you're invading with your negative bullshit. I don't like being angry, it takes all my energy. You could have blocked Roxy or me but you didn't because you feed off this! You love hurting others. I'm sorry for you.

At least you can rest assured in one thing- you're exactly like your fucking idol. I hope that keeps you warm at night.

Edit: also... Did they imply it was bad to support each other? Like as friends? That's... Genuinely depressing. I'm sorry they don't have anyone to have their backs (see how easy this 'they' shit is?)

I've just got a lovely group of friends who I would protect because no one deserves getting attacked like that, and they obviously support me too. Trying not to make a platonic harem joke.

Who's personal life were we attacking? We were commenting about a public picture and if you think she didn't have input about it before it was posted you're fucking delusional. You're the only one attacking people's personal lives here and we're just defending ourselves.

[tleeaves]

❤️💛💚💙🌙💉📺 🧟‍♀️ 🍓 🍊 🍐

Hi, lovely!! Thank you for sending in the ask!

❤️ how tall are you?

I am juuust scraping five foot one (5'1"). No use telling me any short jokes, I've heard them all already throughout my entire life so far. I was born on the tiny side and that never really changed.

💛 what is your favourite feature on yourself?

Hm, I'd have to say my hair. I really like all the ways it can sit/behave depending on when I washed it, if I let it dry naturally, what length it's at and so on. Also, I love how soft and fluffy it can feel. I have a bad habit of touching my hair actually, from like brushing/combing it back with my hands to twirling it around my fingers (not in a flirty way, just in a "wow I love the texture" way). Growing up, a lot of people were fascinated with my hair because of how thick it was too, and that kind of rubbed off on me maybe?

💚 where are you from?

Originally, a farm in Australia. Currently, in coastal suburbia, still Australia!

💙 do you have any siblings?

Yes! Three. They're all younger than me.

🌙 your zodiac (Sun, Moon, Rising)

Capricorn Sun, Leo Moon, and also Capricorn Rising (I think, I'm not totally knowledgeable about astrology)

💉 do you have tattoos and/or piercings

No tattoos (yet, I fully plan on getting some) and just single ear piercings. I'm not a huge fan of ear piercings (on myself) if I'm honest? Plenty of my friends and family get way more. The only other ones I've been considering are a nose stud and naval piercing.

📺 last show you watched

I think it was The Umbrella Academy? Season 4, incomplete, mostly cause I've seen some spoilers floating around and now I'm scared to finish it and be further disappointed by how it ends. Oh wait, I have been watching Jojo's Bizarre Adventures but I can't remember out of the two which was more recent. Still like early on in the first season of that, but I'm enjoying it.

🧟‍♀️ scariest thing that's happened to you

Hmm. Jokingly? Life. Or public speaking and confessing to crushes. Realistically? The lamest but most honest answer I can think of to say without going into my troubled childhood is self-injecting medication (prescribed and with instructions, don't worry, it wasn't anything that wasn't supposed to happen). I still get weird echoes of the pain in my thighs at the injection sites even though it's been almost a year since I went unmedicated. I used to majorly dread injection days, to the point where I made myself feel sicker than ever. I've now developed a phobia around needles which sucks since I still need regular blood testing. Even if I think about it now, I start feeling horribly sick and dissociate. Or, you know, learning to drive tended to kick my body into fight/flight/freeze. I fucking hate driving. Can we return to horseback as the main mode of travel? Or trains??

🍓 favourite food

How do I answer this?? I love food! Maybe chocolate? Waffles? Chocolate on waffles? Cold spanakopita? Pizza? Makaronopita/pastitsio? Aaaaaa all of the above. That's the best you're gonna get out of me.

🍊 favourite season?

Autumn!! Used to be summer because I really love the thunderstorms, but it's gotten waaay too hot where I now live for me to actually enjoy the season.

🍐 if you could make one character real, who would it be

Tough question, I love sooo many characters (I have long lists). Maybe Kell Maresh from the Shades of Magic series. I'd marry that guy. From Tokyo Debunker which you know me from? Either Sho or Tohma. Maybe Haru. Of the three though, I'd probably pick Sho.

[thaidakar-is-hot]

Kelsier songs...

So many great songs that just scream him.

Sanderson says he embraces the darkness inside of him, and that makes him dangerous. Fuck yeah it does; Kelsier isn’t afraid of doing things other people find distasteful.

“Call me insidious, sadistic, narcissistic demon child But tell me what's in a name, tell me it's all the same And no one's ever gonna take my side Ballistic, egotistic, homicidal animal I got a predator's mind, I'd rather leave it behind And never let it infect my skull “

-This is War, Five Finger Death Punch

I think a lot of people, including characters in the story, forget that Kelsier is at war. It’s not a typical boots on the ground war, but it’s a slow built one where yes, nobles and noble supporting skaa will die. I don’t get why people get so hung up on the fact he kills nobles; it’s rather insane to me. Remember what Elend said? That about a third of nobles are fucking disgusting? He’s probably low balling it.

“Ladies and leeches, welcome to the game Everyone's invited 'cause everybody plays All ya gotta do is sign away the things you love the most One day, they're beating down your door The next, they're pissing on your ghost

Yeah, everyone knows it, but no one does a thing You've gotta get dirty to ever get clean I'm a bona fide pirate, best of the worst Kicking and screaming, scorch the fuckin' earth, ah “

-Making Monsters, Five Finger Death Punch

This song is one of my favorite songs, like ever. It’s fucking insane and raw power. The drums are FIRE. And it fits Kelsier to a T. Read this lyric:

“ You call me a disease, treat me like an infection You'd hoped I'd fade away, that is my motivation This isn't bending knee, this isn't self-reflection What did you think I'd do? This is retaliation “

Kell to the Lord Ruler? Kell to Hoid when he finally beats his ass? Say goodbye Hoid! :)

There are so many more but these are the two that have stuck in my head. Feel free to add your own. Honestly I wanna do this for all my favs, but as you know my brainrot is on the blond crew leader.

[berenices-commas]

After the Forest - 2023 - Kell Woods

So this is a retelling of a classic fairytale – words which strike fear into the hearts of the wise. This time it’s Hansel and Gretel! And also Snow White, kind of. But this was, if not actually good, at least not painful. Woods is clearly influenced by The Bear and the Nightingale, which is a great book, and this steers her in something approaching the right direction. This is very definitely historically grounded – we’re in the aftermath of the Thirty Years War, in a backwoods village in the Black Forest, in which there just so happens to be magic going on. And so we get a split between the historical fantasy and the fairytale.

The former doesn’t quite come up to Katherine Arden’s standards, but Woods is trying! The best part of this book is its portrayal of a young peasant woman, without parents or much of an inheritance, trying to make a living for herself and her brother who has never really recovered from their shared childhood trauma. I think to a large degree this succeeds in presenting a world where people’s life choices, and their understanding of those choices, are genuinely different from our own society. For me this is the key to good historical fiction – Woods’ occasional lapses in accuracy don’t really pose a problem. (She joins the hallowed ranks of fantasy authors, going back to Tolkien himself, who don’t quite know what a pike is. But this is fine! Shelley Parker-Chan writes amazing historical fantasy, and I’m still not convinced they’ve ever actually heard of crossbows.)

There are maybe two big stumbling points. First is in the treatment of Christianity – the people of this village all go to church, they swear by Christ, etc., but you don’t get the impression that any of them really believe in God, or have much investment in the religion that structures their whole world. This rather dismissive attitude to religion then exacerbates the second problem, which is how the book places witchcraft in a social context. Because Woods takes pains to emphasise that this society has a constant, bubbling fear of witches that can boil over into murderous panics. And yet she doesn’t really explore why people think like that – for her it’s just foolish superstition. Which is very weird because in the world of this novel witches are actually real. There literally are a bunch of evil witches who live in secret and go around cursing people, and the curses can only be lifted by killing the witches. The book never squares its very reasonable condemnation of witch-burning with the fact that Greta saves the day by burning a witch! It’s odd.

The fairytale side of the book shades into urban fantasy – we get werewolves, witches with different schools of magic, etc. None of it is terribly interesting here, though it should be – a Burgundian noblewoman who becomes immortal and lives dozens of false lives across Europe! A family of werewolves created by a pagan Norse priestess who have now forgotten their ancient purpose and hire themselves out as mercenaries in the wars of religion! (The last one is also a great RPG premise.) But throughout everyone is just a little too matter-of-fact about the magic shaping their lives – it comes across neither as wondrous nor horrifying, and we don’t go nearly deep enough into the characters’ experience of it.

Overall this is not a bad book, and a good debut effort. The characterisation is never really exciting but rarely actually thin. The plotting is fine, and only gets away from the author right at the end. It’s certainly better than most in this subgenre, and manages to tell a much better feminist story for not being conceived as a Feminist Retelling. But I don’t think it ends up making the most of its premise.

[ramblings-of-lola]

For the character ask, Kell Maresh?

Why I like them: Sarcastic, kind, loyal

Why I don’t: He can be a little whiny sometimes

Favorite episode (scene if movie): I've only read the series once... I don't know if I have a specific one... Oh any of his interactions with Alucard, they're hilarious

Favorite season/movie: I don't know...

Favorite line: Also don't know 🙃

Favorite outfit: His red coat

OTP: Him and Lilia obv

Brotp: Kell and Rhy or Aluchard and Kell

Head Canon: That he might one day regret choosing to not figure out who his parents are

Unpopular opinion: I don't think I have one

A wish: That he finds happiness and purpose

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: Him loosing Rhy

5 words to best describe them: Sarcastic, kind, loyal, powerful, brutal

My nickname for them: Dont have one

[writingforfun0714]

Hi all

I’ve seen Ahsoka eps 1+2 twice now and I’d like to share my thoughts on the show.

Warnings: Spoilers for Ahsoka ep1 and ep2, not a fic, contains thoughts/personal opinions and guessing ages

Here’s what I like about the show in general: I like it, and wanna see where it goes.

Overall I’m interested. While I don’t think the show is bad, I definitely don’t think it’s the best show I’ve ever seen. The effects were decent and I loved the sets. I also loved the scores of music—though I don’t think I’ve ever hated the sound design/music for any SW show. The mural looked a little different from Rebels’ version but personally I still think it’s good, though I was hoping for more shots of the whole mural instead of mostly closeups of Ezra. I also liked the costume designs but the only change I would make would be having Ahsoka show up in white robes at the end of ep2 to match Rebels’ finale. I loved that when Sabine’s not wearing her Mando armor, she wears things almost identical to Hera and had a similar hair-cutting scene to Kanan 😍

Now for the story. I think the main story of finding Thrawn+Ezra is great. It’s something I’ve wanted since Rebels’ finale. I also love the new characters introduced. Baylan Skoll, his apprentice Shin (Hati?) stole the show anytime they were on screen. I love everything about them so far. Their personalities, their costume designs (Baylan wears all black while Shin wears more neutral colors and still has her padawan braid) and especially Shin’s unspoken body language has been amazing. I’m super curious about their dynamic, since it seems like any time Shin is unsure, she looks to Baylan. I’m wondering, since Ahsoka and Anakin had a sibling dynamic going on, if they’ll go opposite and make Baylan and Shin have a more father/daughter type of relationship cuz I’ll be honest and say when I first saw them, I immediately thought of Silco/Jinx from Netflix’s Arcane.

I also liked Morgan Elsbeth. I wasn’t sure about her in Mando and because she wasn’t super important like Moff Gideon or something, I didn’t really give her a lot of thought. But I liked her revealing to be related to the Night Sisters and I loved the Night Sisters Temple. I’m also interested in Inquisitor Marrok. I definitely think Marrok is Starkiller but we’ll have to wait and see.

I loved seeing familiar characters as well. Of course Hera, Chopper and Huyang were confirmed to come back from the trailer so I knew I’d love seeing them, but I was pleasantly caught off guard by Ryder Azadhi aka CLANCY BROWN, and Jai Kell. I loved that they got who they could to come back for their characters (Clancy Brown, David Tennant, Lars Mikkelsen). I loved Huyang’s scenes as well and I know some people were on the fence about MEW as Hera, but I actually liked her (though we gotta talk about THOSE CONTACTS). That being said Vanessa Marshall is still Hera to me. Her voice, her character in Rebels, will always be Hera.

AND CHOPPER!!! Need I say more?❤️

Now for what I didn’t like. These will be more specific instances/scenes compared to the show in general since, as stated above, I do like the show.

Of course I noticed the ‘Former Jedi Knight’ in the opening crawl. She was never knighted, just like Luke in the OT.

There is one part I didn’t mention above. Ahsoka and Sabine’s relationship. I get that it’s the first 2 episodes. However, I think it’s really jarring to go from Ahsoka and Sabine being friends in the Rebels’ finale to look for Ezra+Thrawn now to cold and snippy with each other, especially given that Sabine is supposed to be like 30?? And Ahsoka at like 45-47? There was no indication of what happened between them for most of ep1, just that SOMETHING happened between the two until it’s revealed that Ahsoka walked away from Sabine, like she did with Anakin. But this also plays into another problem I have with Sabine. She is Mandalorian and was not force sensitive in Rebels. She had a whole arc about reclaiming her culture and training with the Dark Saber w/ Kanan. There was no need to make her a Jedi. Not only does that disrespect Sabine’s character, it also disrespects the Jedi. The Jedi were originally a religion that was meant to be a safe place for select few across the galaxy born with the connection to the Force. It’s not something to ‘train/work towards’.

Yes, Ahsoka ‘is not a Jedi’ however times when being referred to as one, she does not refute it or say otherwise like she did in Rebels. It seemed out of character for her.

I know some people love the idea of ordinary people/beings being able to train hard enough to gain a connection to the Force, but I personally think that Jedi are those born with the ability. Huyang even says that she sucked as a Padawan.

I also know that Dave Felony has a habit of changing canon but that’s no excuse for poor writing. In fact, I believe he’s been at the head of Star Wars for so long that he’s just gone unchecked about what makes a good story.

Aside from those aspects of the show, I enjoyed it and am interested to see where it goes nonetheless. If you made it this far, thanks for your time.

-Maisy❤️

[nimata-beroya]

MY THOUGHTS ON AHSOKA - Part 1 "Master and Apprentice" & Part 2 "Toil and Trouble"

(ok let's do this again, bc I posted the previous post before I was finished by mistake, and the power went out right at that moment which means I had no Wi-Fi to fix it 😣😣)

The first thing I can say is that I liked this premiere a lot, but it didn't blow my mind to smithereens. It was a pretty decent start and I can see the potential, I'm invested. But I'd rather remain cautious for the moment. I don't want to hype myself too much, fearing a big disappointment down the road.

There were surprises (very good surprises), some confirmations of things I suspected or have seen others speculating about, and a thing or 2 that I'm iffy about. and also I liked the pace. It's not too slow, nor too fast. It seems deliberated, and I think that's a good thing.

Let's dive into the details…

Part 1 - Master and apprentice

Watching a New Republic transport losing yet again a prisoner, makes me think the NR needs to work on this problem. Because so far, there've been 4 different prisoner breakouts that we know of (2 of those were the same guy!!)

Ahsoka in the ancient temple looking for the map was cool. I love the video game treasure hunt/solve the puzzle kind of feel about it (it made think about Jedi fallen order/survivor). And Huyang roasting Ahsoka for not having a padawan with her was the best.

I loved the subtle hint that Ahsoka made about Morgan Esbelth hiring mercenaries in the past (AKA: Din. I wonder if he could have a small cameo)

My first reaction to Hera believing that Ezra is dead was shock, especially since in the Rebels finale seemed that she knew he was just lost not dead, but after thinking about it, it does make sense. First, because she never had the confirmation that he was actually alive. There's no trace of him or Thrawn in the galaxy (we learned why later), and second, and maybe more importantly, it's much easier to continue living on with a loved one's death than a disappearance. The not-knowing, the constant yearning can be exhausting. With death come pain, but eventually with healthy grieving you should accept it and move on.

Omg! I can't believe Ryder Azadi and Jai Kell were there!! And the mural’s dedication to Ezra 😭😭😭😭 I love that everyone still have him so present even after all this time 💕💕

Sabine is commander, huh? Nice! But the fact that she wasn't in the ceremony doesn't surprise me at all.

Her Loth cat is the most adorable thing ever. I want one!!!

That Morgan Elsbeth being a Nightsister wasn't the biggest surprise for me, bc I had seen people speculating about. In fact, I like the idea of another surviving Nightsister. My only nickpicking about this is that her skin is too pink for a Witch of Dathomir. I guess she's either half-human/half-zabrak, or she's using some cloaking spell on herself.

Ezra's message just for Sabine 😭😭😭

(I have to make a pause here to confess something. When I watched Rebels for the first time, I was happy that Ezra and Sabine didn't end up being a thing. That doesn't mean I didn't see the signs that they could be more than friends/siblings, because there were signs, but I feel that media loves to put first love as if it should be the love of the characters' life always, when in real life it's much less common. It happens, but usually you don't marry your first love. And I thought it was ok to leave the romantic plot out of it. I mean, they were kids fighting a war, they had enough on their plate.

But now, as adults who have grown and gotten vastly different experiences in life and all that? I won't be mad if, when they find Ezra, they declare romantic love for each other. And regarding the message when Ezra says he sees her as a sister, I have the strong feeling that he said that because that was what he thought she wanted to hear. He accepted he was in the "friend zone" and respected that, not knowing Sabine was pinning for him, you know, like idiots in love.

It could be just as he said, they love each other platonically as siblings, and I'm ok with that too. But my heart goes out to all the Sabezra shippers. I know your pain, and as Kalluzeb shipper we might share the same boat soon. I'm fearing that they'll put even harder the "Only friends" sticker on Kallus and Zeb. But just like you, I'll ignore it. So, ship away, my dears. Who's going to stop you? Not me!)

Ahsoka should've known that Sabine would take the map! That was a very Sabine (and a very padawan) thing to do. She should know. How many times she disobeyed Anakin?

And Sabine should've known something like that would happen. When something goes as planned?

The fight between Shin and Sabine was great, but it was painful how rusty Sabine has become. Come on, girl!! and OUCH!!! I didn't expect she was going to be impaled. And thank goodness episode 2 was next because I would've hated that cliffhanger.

Part 2 - Toil and Trouble

Ahsoka's reaction about Sabine losing the map, altho understandable, got on my nerves. Really Ahsoka? have you never done something wrong? I know, I know!! her reaction stems off her trauma and all that, but idk, I didn't like it.

On the other hand, Mom daughter moment with Hera and Sabine was so precious 😭 That really took me back to Rebels. I always love when Hera is the best mom in the galaxy, showing Sabine unconditional support. Despite the physical aspect of the character that it's taking me a bit to get used to it, I think Mary Elizabeth Winstead is doing a pretty good job embodying Hera personality.

For one glorious second, I thought we were going to see live-action Kallus, I swear. I mean, who could've been better to accompany them to Corellia to found out if there were Imperial spies, hmm? I didn't even need him to be in the whole thing, just 5 seconds of screen time, giving them intel on the shipyard or something. Is that too much to ask?!!

OH!! So Ezra and Thrawn are in another galaxy! That explains why nobody found a trace of them. So I guess Peridea is a thing now. And what if Mortis is in that galaxy --or in another-- and Anakin , Obi-Wan and Ahsoka traveled in one of those paths back in TCW? Ok, this is getting interesting.

Thrawn calling Morgan?! Sounds unlikely. But if it's not thrawn, then who? Oh! OH! 😳 I just remembered, The Grysk can manipulate other people's minds!!! I thought we weren't going to touch on the Grysk on this show, like ever, but what if?!!! (i'm sure I'm wrong, but if I'm right? OH MYYY GOOOOSSSHH!!! This show could be soooo so good)

Chopper!!! There he is!!! My beloved war criminal!! I missed him so much!

Yes, yes!! that's general Syndulla I know. Taking shit from nobody!

Thank you, Huyang for easing my mind! Thank the force that Sabine is NOT force sensitive. Like this, I can get behind of the whole idea of Ahsoka being her Master. It's not my favorite thing, but I can tolerate it like this.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Chopper in the chase in the phantom was absolutely great!!

😭 Sabine cutting her hair just like Kanan did. Stop it with feels, dammit!!

Ok now we have caught up with the epilogue, and I'm excited for what's to come.

[hollywoodxwhore]

Mine | Chapter Fifteen

Colson x Original Female Character

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

Content/Warnings: very brief mentions of smut, swearing, the sappiest fluffiest shit you've ever read

Tag List: @triplexdoublex @jaxbreaker @mgklove99xx @jinx-on-mars-19xx @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @missamericanaxx @anonymousme86 @whiteleoqueen @feroniakutenpuu

And with that, Mine has come to an end. I cannot thank you all enough for reading this and showing me so much love and positive feedback. I loved every second of writing this fic and I'm not ready to be done with it. That being said...

OURS COMING SOON! You all asked for more smut and more Presley and Colson cuteness, so @triplexdoublex had the idea of writing a second series that follows Presley and Colson in their new life together living in LA. You can expect smut and fluff, minor angst (unless I decide I need some. Ya girl loves writing angst). Serious shoutout to Roxy for the title idea and the idea to write a second series! I can't wait to see what y'all think of it. Thanks again for all the love you've shown Mine. Enjoy this last chapter!

Colson

It’s the last night of the tour and I couldn’t be happier.

Our biggest tour yet. A new guitarist who we all love. And the best part for me – the girl waiting backstage for me to finish performing so she can jump into my arms. 

It’s become our little routine since we’ve been ‘out of hiding’ from our friends. The world doesn’t know yet, and we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. But every time I come offstage, Pres is there, and she jumps into my arms, wrapping her long limbs around me, and I swear, nothing makes me happier than kissing her and holding her in front of our friends, showing everyone how happy I am. 

Cash came around quickly. He and I are closer than ever, and all of the tension has melted away. These past couple of weeks have been a great time, and I’m a little disappointed that the tour is ending. But now, Presley and I can figure out our lives, and that makes me really excited. 

After our encore, we leave the screaming crowd behind and head backstage. My eyes search for her immediately, almost frantically, and there she stands, intent on taking my breath away. 

She wears her hair in twin buns, soft tendrils of her black hair framing her face, and she wears leather pants (my favorite) with boots and a crop top. Her face lights up when she sees me and I open my arms. She grins wider and runs to me, throwing herself into my arms. I grin widely as I snuggle her, supporting her weight with my arms tucked beneath her butt. 

“You did so good!” she gushes, and her breath smells like bubblegum. I shiver a little, fighting the way my dick already wants to harden in my pants. 

“I love you,” I mumble into her neck, pressing  a kiss to her skin.

“I love you, too,” she says, resting her head against mine. “I’m so proud of you, baby.” I smile, heart bursting. 

“Yo, Kells, Presley,” Sam calls. “Can I take some pictures?”

“Hell yeah,” I say. Pres pulls back from the hug a little and I raise a brow questioningly. She nods, smiling, and presses her cheek to mine as we face Sam. We smile and then he takes one of us kissing. I let her down onto the floor and she hugs my waist for another picture. We fit so perfectly together. Suddenly, I want the world to know. I want to post those pictures on the internet for everyone to see, so everyone knows I’m spoken for. 

Arm around Presley’s shoulder, we head back to my dressing room where I strip out of my sweaty clothes and go into the adjoining bathroom for a quick shower. I’m sweaty as hell, and we’re going out tonight. Presley sits on the couch with her phone while I shower. 

I’m singing in the shower, so fucking happy with my life. Once I’m done, I towel off and then head over to my girlfriend. She lifts her eyes from her phone and drags them from my head to my feet. Jade eyes darken and her pretty lips quirk into a little smirk. It sends a shiver through me and I give the base of my cock a squeeze, gulping. Not now. Everyone’s eager to go out. Maybe I can sneak her into the bathroom again.

Presley giggles with satisfaction and sits back, looking at her phone again. Flustered, I quickly get dressed in a pair of black jeans and a t-shirt, sliding into my Vans. “You ready?” I ask, and she nods, getting to her feet. I offer my hand and she takes it, but when she starts to leave the room, I tug her back into my chest. My arm goes around her waist and I rock her slightly, looking down at her. She softens immediately and smiles up at me.

“Hey, pretty girl,” I murmur. 

“Hey,” she says, cheeks pink with pleasure. I smile and lean down to kiss her softly, slowly. She sighs and presses on her toes to get closer, her hands going to the back of my neck. “Mm, do we have to go out?” she asks against my lips.

I chuckle. To be honest, I don’t really want to go out. Pres, Cash, Olivia, and I leave tomorrow to head back to Michigan. We’re going to help Presley get packed and Cash is going to be able to grab a few more things to bring back with him to LA. I want a good fuck and a good night’s sleep before that happens, but it’s the last night of the tour, and it’s tradition. I sigh and she nods, resolved. 

“I promise we’ll have so much time just the two of us,” I say, twisting my fingers gently around the strands of hair framing her face. Fuck, I want to grab one of those buns while I’m behind her– “With the tour ending, it’s all us, baby.” I interrupt my own dirty thought process, knowing how easy it would be to hole up in the hotel with my girl. 

“Alright, let’s go,” she mutters, and I bite my cheek to stop a grin. She’s cute when she pouts. 

We leave the dressing room and go out to one of the waiting cars, climbing into the back. As we settle in and the driver takes off, my phone vibrates and I pull it from my pocket. It’s Sam. Thought you might want these bro! See ya later! I scroll up slightly and my chest warms. They’re the pictures of me and Pres backstage.

“Hey,” I say, tapping her thigh. “Look.”

She leans into me, looking over my shoulder, and smiles. “Aw, those are so cute!” she gushes. “Send them to me!”

“Can I post one of them?” I blurt. 

Presley looks surprised, lips parting a little as she looks up at me. “You…you’re ready for that?” I nod, studying her expression. “Are you…not?”

Presley considers, trapping her bottom lip between her teeth. Then, slowly, she nods, meeting my eyes again. “I think so,” she says. “I mean, I don’t want to hide us.”

I grin and lean in for a kiss. “Me neither,” I agree. “I want the world to know you’re mine.”

Pres grins and nuzzles into my shoulder, giving my thigh a squeeze. “I love you, ya big sap,” she tells me, and maybe I am a sap, but I don’t give a fuck. It’s worth it for Presley. 

As we head to the bar, I take my time creating an Instagram post. My caption is all about the tour and how thankful I am for how it went. I don’t include anything about Presley in the caption, but I figure the pictures of us kissing and me holding her are enough for people to get the idea. “Can I tag you?” I ask, and she nods. I add the tags, scroll through the photo set once more, and take a deep breath.

“You sure about this?” I ask her.

“Positive,” she says. “If you are.”

With that, I hover my thumb over the post button and then tap. 

XX

By the time our flight lands in Detroit the following evening, all four of us are running on fumes. 

It’s late and the airport isn’t very busy, so it’s easy enough to grab our luggage and find our way to where Presley and Cash’s parents are waiting for us. I’m a little nervous about meeting them for the first time, especially with how exhausted I am, but I’m excited, too. Presley is my future, and I want to know her parents. 

We walk outside into the frigid, early December air and immediately, Cash starts laughing. He drops his bags and jogs over to a waiting car where a tall woman with short, black hair hops out of the car with open arms. Presley runs over, too, and an even taller man circles the car with a grin identical to Presley’s. 

“There’s my girl,” he says and catches Presley as she throws herself into his arms. He kisses her cheek and I can’t help but smile. I follow her as Cash introduces Olivia to his mom, waiting a bit anxiously. Presley lets go of her dad and turns to me, putting a hand on my back. 

“Dad, this is Colson,” she says, looking up at me lovingly. “Colson, this is my dad, David.”

“Colson,” her dad says, reaching out a hand. I take it and shake it firmly. “It’s so great to finally meet you.” He pulls me in for a hug and I’m surprised but relieved. “Thank you for being so great to my kids.”

“My pleasure,” I tell him. He pulls back and gestures for his wife to join us. 

“Colson, this is my mom, Scarlett. Mom, Colson.”

Presley’s mom is just as gorgeous as her kids and she smiles brightly when she sees me. “Wow, you’re even cuter in person,” she says, stepping forward to hug me.

“Mom!” Presley hisses, embarrassed, but I just snicker. 

“Oh, Pres,” her mom tuts, reaching out to fix a loose piece of her daughter’s hair. “I’m old, not blind.”

“What do you expect?” David says. “We send our kids on tour with a band and they come back with beautiful partners.”

“Exactly,” Scarlett says, wrapping an arm around Cash. 

“Can we go now?” Presley asks around a yawn. “I’m about to fall asleep standing up.”

“You got it,” David says, going back around to the driver’s seat. We all pile into the SUV, Presley and I taking the far back. My legs are squished and I’m so tired my eyes burn but I don’t even care. I’m so happy right now I could burst. 

Presley looks over at me once her dad starts driving, and her smiles is so affectionate and loving that it turns my heart to mush in my chest. I wrap an arm around her and tug her close, pressing my lips to her forehead. “I love you,” I murmur, loud enough so only she can hear over the other conversations happening in the car.

“I love you, too,” she replies quietly, resting her head on my shoulder. 

Before I know it, we’re pulling into an apartment complex. Presley straightens, which tells me that this is her apartment complex. We’re at her home. David parks in front of a building and he and Scarlett both hop out to help us get our things. 

“We’ve got it,” I assure them, but Scarlett shakes her head.

“I insist,” she says. “I know you kids are exhausted.”

I can’t argue there.

We say our goodbyes to Cash and Olivia, and then Presley leads the way up to her second story apartment, unlocking the door. She flicks on a light and immediately, I love it here. It’s so Presley. 

“Alright,” Scarlett says, wrapping an arm around Presley. “We’ll see you tomorrow for dinner, right?”

“Right,” Presley says, hugging her mom. “Thank you so much for the ride, you guys.”

“Of course,” David says, giving her a squeeze. 

“Yes, thank you so much,” I add, and Scarlett hugs me tightly.

“Thanks for taking care of our girl,” she says, and my heart warms. 

“Always,” I tell her. We share a little moment, her expression one of admiration, and then we bid her parents goodbye. 

Presley locks the door behind them and sighs heavily, slumping. “Holy shit,” she mutters. “I need to go to bed, like, five hours ago.”

I chuckle and nod. “Come on. Show me your bedroom,” I insist. 

She flicks off the light and uses her phone flashlight to illuminate the way. She flicks on her bedroom light which is somehow wired to be from a lamp rather than the overhead fixture. “Wow,” I say as I look around. No wonder she never wanted to leave the house.

Her bed looks like the comfiest bed I’ve ever seen in my life, full of well broken-in pillows and soft blankets. The decorations are tasteful and comforting, and it smells sweet, just like Presley. I come up behind her and wrap my arms over her shoulders, squeezing her. “I like your room,” I tell her.

“Me too,” Presley agrees. “I love my room. I love my bed.”

“Yeah, that looks like an amazing bed.”

Pres turns in my arms and wraps her arms around my neck. “Let’s get ready for bed,” she says, giving me a kiss. I nod and let her go. 

Ten minutes later, after brushing our teeth and taking off most of our clothes, Presley’s fan is on and we’re snuggling up under her blankets. It’s a little cold in here; Presley had the heat turned down to save on energy, but the bed is warm and so is Presley. I snuggle up to her, pulling her back to my chest, and sigh, closing my stinging eyes. 

“Thanks for letting me come home with you,” I murmur, kissing her shoulder.

Presley hums. “Thanks for coming with me,” she says sleepily. “I love you,” she adds after a moment.

“I love you,” I agree, smiling. Minutes later, we’re asleep in her bed, and it excites me knowing her nights here are limited. Soon, we’ll be falling asleep together in our bed. 

Presley

Leaving home is going to be bittersweet. There’s no doubt about that.

As Colson and I drive into the city to my shop, I can’t help but take my fill of my surroundings. I’m going to miss all the pine trees, the heavy snow. I’ll miss my quiet apartment complex with its pool and its noisy air conditioner. I’ll miss being so close to my parents. But honestly, that’s about it. 

I’m not sad about leaving the tattoo shop. I loved it here and it served its purpose, but I’m ready to move on. I used my job as a way to hide from life, and I’m not interested in hiding anymore. I want to embrace my life, to enjoy my twenties with the man I love in a city I love. 

Colson’s hand rests on my jean-clad thigh as we drive into the city. He stares out the window the entire time. “It reminds me a lot of home here,” he says. “Cleveland.”

“Yeah?” I ask. “How so?”

Colson shrugs. “I don’t know,” he admits. “Just does. It’s nice.”

“Do you miss it?” I ask, glancing over at him.

Colson nods. “I do,” he says. “I mean, I’m happy to be out of there, don’t get me wrong. But I do miss simpler times.”

“That makes sense,” I reply.

“Are you going to miss it here?” he asks.

“Not really,” I admit. “I’ll miss my parents. But otherwise, I’m not really sad to be leaving this behind.”

Colson looks over at me and smiles, and I steal a glance at his gorgeous face, cheeks pink from the cold. “Good,” he says. He lifts my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles. 

I pull into the tattoo shop and park in my usual spot in the back lot. No one knows I’m coming today, but it’s a Sunday, so I know several artists will be here, as well as the other piercer. I lead the way inside, Colson’s hand in mine, and Emmy behind the front desk spots me first.

She gasps. “Presley!” she says, hurrying around from behind the desk to hug me. “Oh my god! You’re back!”

“Hey, Emmy,” I say, smiling as I hug her. “It’s so good to see you!”

“Wait, Pres is here?” Derek appears from his room and opens his arms for a big bear hug. 

“Hey,” I tell him. “It’s so good to see you guys.”

“You too,” Derek says. He raises a brow. “Um, Presley?” he asks.

“Yes?” I ask, pulling away to study his face curiously.

“Did you bring Machine Gun Kelly into our tattoo shop?” he asks, his eyes on Colson.

I grin widely and go over to my boyfriend, wrapping my arm around his waist. “I sure did,” I say. “Emmy, Derek, meet Colson. My boyfriend.”

Emmy’s eyes widen. “Are you fucking serious?” 

“Shit, we heard the rumors but I didn’t know it was true!” Derek says. “That’s awesome, Pres! Welcome to the shop, man.” He reaches out a hand and Colson shakes it.

“Thanks, man,” he says. “It’s dope as fuck here.”

“We like it,” Emmy says. 

“Is that Presley?” Blaze calls. I can hear the sound of his tattoo gun buzzing.

“Sure is!” I call. “Come say hi when you have a break!”

“She brought Machine Gun Kelly with her!” Derek calls, and I stifle a laugh.

“No she didn’t!” Blaze calls.

“Come see for yourself!” 

Blaze’s machine turns off and he appears around the corner, peeling off his gloves. He freezes mid step when he sees Colson, and Emmy, Derek, and I burst into laughter. “Hey, B,” I greet.

Blaze looks shocked as he hugs me. “Holy shit,” he says, reaching out to shake Colson’s hand. “Welcome, dude. It’s so cool to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too,” Colson says, smiling. I know he’s wary about meeting new people. Not everyone has a very positive opinion of my boyfriend, even if their opinions are unfounded. But I know Blaze is a fan. He played Tickets almost every single day in the shop when he found out Cash was going on tour with them. 

Gracen appears from the back and her eyes are wide. “I heard Machine Gun Kelly was here,” she says. “Oh, and you too, Presley.”

“Bitch,” I say with a grin, and my other piercer smiles widely as she hugs me. “It’s good to see you.”

“You back for good?” she asks. “Because no offense, but I’m making good ass money.”

“Keep on making it,” I say. “I’m moving to LA.”

“What?” Emmy and Blaze say in unison.

“Shit, Pres, that’s awesome,” Derek says with a grin. “I’m really happy for you.”

“Can I come visit?” Emmy asks. 

“Of course. Is anyone else here?” I ask.

“Sadie,” Emmy says. Sadie is who I brought with me to the show. She’s another tattoo artist here. “She’s finishing up right now. Should be out soon.”

“Taking care of our girl?” Gracen asks Colson, a stern look on her face.

Colson chuckles and nods, looking over at me. “Doing my best,” he says.

I smile and wrap my arm around his waist again. “To be honest, I’ve never been happier,” I say. My friends all look delighted for me, and a part of me is a little sad to be leaving them. Colson drops a kiss to the top of my head and I know I’ve made the right choice to move in with him. 

“Well, I just came to get some of my stuff and say hi and bye to you all,” I say. 

“Damn,” Derek says, shaking his head. “How life has changed.”

“It certainly has,” I agree. 

We all chat for a while longer, and after goodbye hugs all around, Colson and I leave the shop. We spend the rest of the day packing up my apartment with the help of Cash, Olivia, and my parents, and with all of us working together, we get everything packed. Most of it is going to my parents’ house, but some of it is coming to LA with us. 

We eat dinner at my parents’ house, watch movies together, stay up late talking, and finally, Colson and I retire to my old bedroom. The bed is far too small for us, but we don’t mind snuggling so we can both fit. We had very sneaky and hopefully very quiet sex, and now we’re lying naked in bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms. I’ve never been so happy in my entire life.

“Are you ready to leave tomorrow?” Colson asks me, his fingertips stroking lightly up and down my arm. 

I nod. “Yeah. I am,” I say. “It’s bittersweet, like I said, but I’m ready to start a new life with you.”

Colson smiles against my hairline. “Can’t wait,” he says. “My house is so lonely with just me living there. It’ll be nice to have you with me.”

I smile and press a kiss to his chest. “I can’t believe this is real.”

“Me neither,” Colson agrees. “I never thought anything like this would happen. Thought I’d be alone forever.”

“Me too.” I trace one of the tattoos on his chest. “You sure you’re ready for a lifetime of this?”

Colson smiles and kisses my lips. “Yeah, Pres. I’m positive.” 

In less than 24 hours, we’re standing in the doorway of Colson’s house, now my house, too. The sprawling staircase that leads up to our bedroom is welcoming. A gigantic sectional in the living room promises endless days of reading and snuggling. The pool in the backyard tempts us to go for a late night swim. And even though I haven’t even officially moved in yet, this feels like home.

Colson wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my head. “I love you, Presley,” he says. “Thank you for taking a chance on me.”

“I love you, too,” I say happily, covering his hands with my own. “Man. I can’t believe this is even real life.”

“Look around, baby,” Colson says, rocking me in his arms, reminding me that I’m home. “This is all ours.”

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Migth as well answer some of these because they are interesting ^^ Maybe even do a few chaacters but as I am currently doing some writing for them lets start with Kellvian. Kinda interested if I have a answer to all of them ^^

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do? - Very situational. Kellvian doesnt realy have the luxury of choosing to sit still and do nothing too often so if he has the opportunity hes actualy quite fond of just sitting down and having a rest for once.

How easy is it for your character to laugh? - All things considered Kellvian is propably easily amused even after everything he eventualy goes through. Or maybe thats just a coping mechanism.

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?) Propably thinking about a solutio to a problem until they fall asleep.

How easy is it to earn their trust? - Kellvian is all things considered far too trusting and open still. Hes basicly the Meme of "YOu became friends with X. X will now die for you."

How easy is it to earn their mistrust? Kellvian migth trust easily but hes not a fool. In his eyes everyone migth deserve a chance or even a second one but betray him? Especialy if it hurts not only him but the people he cares about? Thats it there no coming back from that.

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable? Laws are there to serve people not the other way around or I guess thats what Kellvian would argue. A Law is hurting more people then its protecting? Out it goes.

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling? I guess thats the first question I wuld have to think about an answer for ^^ Hes in familiar locations often so hes kinda haunted by nostalgia but quite enjoys it. It was usualy a time before stuff got... very complicated.

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child? - propably to start paying attention and to stop trying to pet the monster bear bodyguard.

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word? - If you get Kellvian to swear you propably fall into the unforgiveable betrayal category.

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them? Thats easy. About their identity and even after its somehow resolved... it haunts him. It was a necessary lie maybe at the start but it caused more pain and suffering then ever intended both to him and others

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)? Seeking an answer or clarification. Kellvian cant realy deal all to well with uncertaintys

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach? Remember the monster bear bodyguard? They give a good scratch.

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color? Blue and gold and the answer is yes

What animal do they fear most? Currently propably Snow Leopards. No I will not elaborate because that would need a whole book to do so.

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first? Kell has a very shakespearian way of talking. Usualy everything they say has been rehearesed and acted out in his head first. Kellvian is at his core a diplomat after all.

What makes their stomach turn? - Thats a long list. But most relevant to him currently propably slowly realising the entire realm he was raised to rule is... a lot more flawed then he had been made to beleive and the unsurmountable task of fixing that.

Are they easily embarrassed? Propably a bit too naiv for that

What embarrasses them? Having that naivity shattered and told why something was rather stupid propably does that

What is their favorite number? 20

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so? Realy I dont think Kellvian has a firm grasp of that concept. Yes hes aware one is on a more physical level maybe but hes not afraid to hug his goddamn bodyguards as well XD Friends are family.

Why do they get up in the morning? "I dont have time to sleep. I got things to fix. Again."

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?  Definitly more on the posessive "I wish that was me." side of things.

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)?  Pretty sure he would beat himself up for feeling that way for half a day then realising it doesnt realy work to... do anything about that feeling

 Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom?  While the canton Empire isnt exactly hardcore prudish Kellvians upbringing was also rather protective so not comfortable and propably one of the few things that could get him embarassed

 What are their thoughts on marriage?  Hes mostly seen that as a political tool so Kellvian doesnt realy see the concept as having much of a significance outside of that.

 What is their preferred mode of transportation?  Either on their feet or literal floating palace.

 What causes them to feel dread?  A long list but most relevant: Propably watching how their nation is rapidly ripping itself apart form the inside and the realisaion that he migth go down in history as the man who let it happen.

 Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? _ They cant afford to be lied to and usualy would look down on someone trying to convince them of a comforting lie. Kellvan knows everythings going to hell rapidly so if he wants to do something about it he needs the truth and he needs it rigth away and blunt. No talkng things prettier then they are.

 Do they usually live up to their own ideals? It surprises him maybe but in the end yes.

 Who do they most regret meeting?  Andre aka the Man responsible for the rapid decay of the Empire. Mostly meeting the man and not arresting him on the spot

 Who are they the most glad to have met? Jiy. Love interest. Propably one of the anchors the man has while everthing falls apart. And also blunt enough to not lie to him about it.

 Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? Not realy.

 Could they be considered lazy? More Kellvian would propably love the opportunity to do so but the dread of "If I slip up for a second everything falls apart." keeps them on their feet.

 How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt?  Seeing as hes still feeling guilty about his greatest lie about a decade on... very hard.

 How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?  Kellvian is as mentioned a diplomat at hearth. He will hear them out and propaply encourage them unless its something he sees as dangerous or running contrary to his plans.

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap? More uh... running away from it currently. Not because its unwanted but because hes aware it cant go well.

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)?  Propably sorting the Names of Imperial Noble houses by how funny they are.

What memory do they revisit the most often? In later years propably his first few weeks of travelling alone through the Empire. Again before things got... complicated.

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?  depends on the flaw. If its something that runs contrary to Kellvian and his beliefes and ideals its propably gonna bug him pretty hard.

How sensitive are they to their own flaws? A bit blind actualy. Not unaware but in a way unaware to realy fix them.

How do they feel about children?  Other children? neat. His own?... a bit apprehensive. Not because he doesnt want any around but hes aware how much his own upbringing shaped him both in good and bad ways and hes a bit trapped in that and isnt sure if he would want to put anyone through the same thing.

How badly do they want to reach their end goal?  Yes.

Uncommon Questions for OCs and their creators:

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QUESTIONS FOR YOUR OCs

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

How easy is it for your character to laugh?

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

How easy is it to earn their trust?

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

What animal do they fear most?

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

What makes their stomach turn?

Are they easily embarrassed?

What embarrasses them?

What is their favorite number?

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Why do they get up in the morning? 

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? 

 Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? 

 What are their thoughts on marriage? 

 What is their preferred mode of transportation? 

 What causes them to feel dread? 

 Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

 Do they usually live up to their own ideals? 

 Who do they most regret meeting? 

 Who are they the most glad to have met? 

 Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? 

 Could they be considered lazy? 

 How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? 

 How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? 

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap? 

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? 

What memory do they revisit the most often? 

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? 

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

How do they feel about children? 

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? 

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? 

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character? B) What inspired you to create them? C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story? D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)? G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most? H) What trait do you admire most? I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe? J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

[paullovescomics]

The Fragile Threads of Power

SPOILERS

Back around 2017, I started to read the first trilogy in this series. I read it fairly quickly, and got into the unusual set up of alternate Earths linked by each having some version of London and the Thames. Delilah Bard was my favorite character, with Kell and his magic multiform dream coat a fairly close second. Holland was an intriguing adversary with nicely complicated motivations and backstory. There are times when the alternate Londons thing doesn't quite gel with me, but it's not a stumbling block. Overall, I liked the original trilogy quite a bit.

So I was excited when the series came back. We get a very cool new character, Tes, who can see the threads of magical power that run through her world, and manipulate them directly. This is very rare. Most of the magic users in these worlds can work with one element. A small minority can use two. A tiny number can access all of the elements. Only one other character we've met can even see the threads, much less bend and bind and twine them together like Tes can. And she has a weird pet. There's also a pair of bad guys who reluctantly have to work together, who are fun when they're not terrifying. Lilah is living her best pirate life. Kell is having a hard time, but sometimes a character has to go through one of those arcs.

Then our focus turns to the royals. Lilah and Kell were very involved with them in the first trilogy. The king does not have any magical ability (unusual for Red London), which makes some of his subjects so uneasy that they have formed an underground revolutionary movement to kill and replace him. Alucard, who serves as the king's advisor, bodyguard, and consort is doing his best to protect the king and track down the rebels. It's difficult because they are strongly motivated, and have an effective cell structure. I do like the new queen, Nadiya. I don't totally trust her, but in a way that makes her more interesting.* However, king Rhy and Alucard aren't very interesting to me, and when you've got a rebellion against a monarchy, I'm just not gonna be rooting hard the royals, even if they are part of the main cast. It's not like the rebels here want to set up a democracy, but the nobility fighting over the throne, as compelling as it sometimes is in fiction and history, still counts as rich people problems. Worse, the kind of rich people problems that get lots of regular people killed.

*(It also just struck me that the queen fits a pattern of women in this series who have a strong vocation. Lilah starts off as an accomplished thief, and grows more powerful and versatile from there. Tes has her own business and loves her work. Maris runs the most awesome magic shop ever. Now we have a queen who spends most of her time crafting new magical items. This is cool.)

We also spend a lot of time with Kosika, the new queen of White London. She is actually interesting for reasons I won't go into now (this is ramble-y enough as it is). My point is, I like Lilah and Tes much more than the royals, and I was keen to see some pirate adventures, not court intrigue. So, I lost interest and set the book aside for a while. A few weeks? I don't remember exactly. But I decided that I'd finish the book, and skip the rest of this new trilogy.

However, when I got back to it, the focus of the latter half of the book was more to my liking, as Lilah and Kell get involved in defending the king, and Kosika's story gets more intriguing as it goes. There are some cool magical fights. All that means I probably will read the rest of this trilogy, but I'm in no big hurry. (Especially considering the size of my TBR pile.) I wonder if part two will be around when B&N have that hardcover sale after Christmas?

[abidethetempest]

Rise and Fall Ch 9 Retrospective

as always, find my unhinged raving beneath the cut

General Notes

We're in the second half of Arc 1 already!!! i can't believe it! this fic has existed in my brain for SO LONG, i never honestly expected to get this far into it. i'm very excited to write the rest of this arc, tho as always i'm a tad anxious i won't be able to do my vision justice. but the only way to find out is to try, so onward!

AAKSE MY BELOVED MY BABYGIRL PRECIOUS SWEET PERFECT CHILD--

haha yeah can you tell i'm excited to introduce this new character? in my defense, she's the best character ever 10/10 precious bby. i wasn't initially planning on including this scene in r&f directly, it was gonna go in the sidefic i have planned, but having this new perspective really helped with the flow of the chapter (esp since Risen spent half of it napping lol). i just think it was needed sooner rather than later. plus i got to write from Aakse's POV, and as stated she's literally the best.

also i just gotta say it: i feel like i nailed the dialogue in Aakse's scene. as someone who usually struggles w writing conversations, this one is just chef's kiss for me.

House Rain and Omens, Seers, and Prophecies

haha yknow that feeling when you have a piece of fanon for so long that you forget is isn't canon and have to hastily put in some exposition. that's a totally normal, common fic author experience right that isnt unique to me being a dumbass on main.

anyway yeah years ago when i had this idea i extrapolated that since Rain delivered the Kell of Kells prophecy, clearly they would also be The House That Does The Future Stuff..... so now they are! i think it makes sense and also it's cool so uhhhh yeah :D take that Bungie

Risen took a bit of a mind of her own this chapter with her reaction to the news about Iphikskel being a Seer and all, tho to be fair I never really considered how she would react (read: i forgot this wasn't canon). i found her skepticism very funny. girl you live in a universe with time travelling milk robots, divination is the least of your worries.