#last one is based off when i tried to kill a baby in the game cause it was pooping everywhere and discovered that wasn't an option

[caramelldansenu]

I really love your take on Lamb's follower spouse. Usually, other artists' spouses have beef with Narinder lol

So this is pretty refreshing and it balances out Lamb's relationship with Narinder. It's nice to see a follower having to soften Narinder instead.

thanks in my world everyone has beef with narinder cause it's such a huge prick with basically 0 morals except for the lamb and shams

shams actually likes narinder way more than the lamb does cause narinder always does something insane that pisses off the lamb (like murder ratau) but doesn't bother shams as much since it just didn't care about her until she started interacting with it

now she just kind of messes around with narinder which bothers it a lot while also making sure it doesn't do anything crazy

[greeniegirl23]

Alastor As A Father (Son Version)

- 10 hours. You had been in labor for the second time in your life and it lasted 10 fucking hours...

-As the doctors tended to your newborn son, you quickly grabbed Alastor by his throat and growled in his ear. "If you ever put me in this position again I promise I'll throw you out of the hotel so the Angels can erase you during the next extermination!! Are we clear?!"

He gulped, dangerously aware of your seriousness. "Crystal.."

- Back to your newborn. He was similar to his sister when she was a baby. Your son wasn't a crybaby., not even in the slightest. Only whimpering or whining when he wanted something. It took a lot to make him actually cry and when he did you both knew he was hurt or you'd probably have to kill somebody.

- This time around, Alastor had decided to step up his parenting game and started doing some research. Starting out with some baby books that Charlie lent him from her Dad. He became very invested in your child's development and even tried to convince you that your daughter might have been a 'slow' baby in her toddler years.

"Al, for the hundredth time our daughter turned out fine!" You groaned, rinsing off a plate and handing it too him to dry. "You can't believe everything those books say, especially when they're so.. statistic based."

Alastor huffed. "Darling, according to the book she should have started walking earlier than when she did. Assuming that it's true, I don't want the same for our boy. They will have to protect each other when we're no longer around. Which means he's going to have to be a strapping young gentleman and there's no better time to start than now."

- Unfortunately, this started a somewhat heated argument between you. Alastor was frustrated that you couldn't see how important it was to get an early start, while you were pissed at the fact that he thought your very intelligent, very capable 13 year old was slow and that he was putting too much pressure on your 4 month old who still enjoyed chewing on his own feet.

- As much as you fought for him to understand your point, Alastor became an immovable boulder and you were too dull of an axe to crack him open.

- This stressed you out for two reasons. One, the potential for your son to grow up underneath insane amounts of pressure at such a young age was high. Two, you knew Alastor would sneak behind your back to mold this boy into who he believed he should be and unfortunately, there wasn't much you could do about it.

- You had to trust that in time Alastor would learn from mistakes he made. Until he did though, you promised to be there emotionally for your son and to stop your husband from going too far.

-As your boy grew, the fears you had for him began to come to light. Alastor was just as harsh as an old master. Despite your son's grades, physical strength, and domestic skills for a boy, it still was never enough for his father. It was bad enough the point where your son exclaimed that he hated his father.

"He's never happy with me!" Your now six-year-old child cried in your chest after another incident of Alastor's cold hearted nature. "I drew a picture of him today in class, got all A's on my assignments and he just brushed it off! I don't understand.." He sniffled. "Did I..-Did I do something bad?"

"Of course not Sweetie," You said, trying to comfort him. He's tears soaked your shirt as you tried to come up with a plan to put a stop to this madness.

"Then why doesn't he love me..?"

- The sharp pang in your heart that you felt in that moment brought you and your husband back to a pretty foul argument that went unfinished years prior. Giving that man a piece of your mind once again felt good and this time he was going to listen regardless of if he wanted to or not. How dare he make your child feel that way?! Much less make him cry!

"The boy is too sensitive." Alastor groaned, flipping through his news paper. "He's crying over absolute nonsense."

"He's been crying because you've been on his ass like white on rice since he was three months old!" You exclaimed. "All he's trying to do is impress you but you shoot him down and strap him with more work and expectations. He's six, Alastor!"

Alastor growled. "If he's so obsessed with feelings like love and acceptance, then clearly I'm failing at my job as a parent. Do you think the people of Hell care about utter gutter trash like that? I'm making him strong so can protect himself and his sister, to protect you if I should meet my second demise. Why don't you seem to understand that?!"

Sadness took over your features as you realized that Alastor had blinded himself by his own worries. "Your job as a parent is to feed them, cloth them, give them shelter, and to be there for them. That counts being there emotionally!"

Finally Alastor had enough, "He'll be fine, this conversation is over." He grumbled, preparing to walk off to dismiss you again.

"No, it's not!" You yelled, getting right in his face to show you weren't backing down. You knew he'd never lay a hand on you or anything of the sort, but the tensions were high and you needed his full acknowledgement.

"Our jobs as parents are to protect our children, but your so worried about preparing them for this godforsaken place until you can't even save your son from yourself!" You backed away for a second, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration.

"Do you realize what he could become from your neglect? He could be the next fuckin' Jeffery Dahmer or Ted Bundy all because of your efforts to make him "strong"." You sighed, shaking your head in confusion and disappointment as your eyes grew glossy. "Alastor you weren't ever like this with our daughter. Sure you were a bit overprotective of her but you still allowed her to be a child. So why do things have to be different for our son?.."

- Alastor looked at you for what seemed like an eternity. The moment lasts so long as your tongue grows thick in your mouth. With an angry huff after what seems like forever, he just, walked right by you. Grabbing his tail coat and heading out the door.

- To say you were shocked was an understatement. Immediately you fell to your knees and started to cry. Weeping for yourself, for your son, because your husband was too damn stubborn sometimes, and because you weren't strong enough to stop him.

- You came to the conclusion that you needed some space. Quickly you gathered your children and their belongings, made a call, and went back to the place where it all started.

- Charlie welcomed you with open arms, happy to see you once again and offering you a shoulder to cry on if needed.

-You took her up on that offer, as well as Vaggie while the other patrons enjoyed the company of your kids. Angel Dust even recommended a shopping day with everyone, for old times sake. Your daughter agreed happily in her monotoned voice while your baby boy seemed quiet.

- As you ran back the events of the night to your friends, they both seemed equally as concerned as you were for your son's well-being.

-Speaking of which. You hadn't seen or heard from him in a while now. Last you checked, he had gone in the kitchen to get a drink. You asked if anyone had seen him since, only to get a sound of reverberating "No's"

- You panicked. Running to the kitchen only to find the window open and one of the knives on the counter was missing. A note hung on the curtain, quickly you read it.

"Daddy made me cry and he made you cry too. I think it's his turn to cry now. I'm sorry Mama.."

A disturbing chill crawled quickly up your spine as you ran back out into the lobby screaming in fear.

-You gave Husker the note as Charlie demanded the car to be brought around so you could stop your son's psychotic break.

"Don't you think we're overreacting a bit? He's six and like 4'3 he can't have gotten far." The grumpy cat said.

"This is Alastor's kid we're talking about, do you really think he's your typical elementary school boy? She sliced someone's arm off when she was eight!" Vaggie exclaimed, referring to your daughter who was now trying to console you.

"Our Dad was gone before we left home, maybe he's not back yet?" She inquired hopefully.

"Sweetie, I didn't tell him we were leaving. If he's gone out he always comes back around 10:30 to say good night to you and your brother. It's 11:00, so I'm sure he's home by now."

-As you, Charlie, Vaggie, and Husker hopped in the car to speed off to your home. You couldn't help but pray to God that something would stop your son from going through with something so cruel.

- Alastor sighed as he walked back into his home. It was wrong for him to talk out like that and his reprimand from Rosie was finally what helped him understand that.

-He was ready to apologize to you and to his son. Expecting you to appreciate his change of heart and maybe even earn his son's forgiveness.

-What he didn't expect, was an empty house. Nor the note on the fridge explaining where you were. It has a few tear stains on it and he cursed himself for making you cry. As he read it, part of him wanted to go to the hotel and apologize to you there. The other part of him realized he had pushed you away too far and maybe, just maybe you needed some time alone to reel in your thoughts.

- Slowly, he made his way up the stairs into your shared bedroom. Smelling like whiskey and feeling slightly depressed. His smile was maintained of course, though it was small and forced to whoever might see it.

- He flopped into bed. Rather ungracefully but he didn't care, there was no one around. No one to scold him or ask him if he had a hard day.

- The house creaked as the night wind blew through his window. His face was stuffed in a pillow as he smelled the faint scent of your shampoo. Flowery, like his Mother used to wear.

-She was always there for him. Kind of like you were always there for your family as well. Both him and your children looked to you for inspiration, love, and affection. Which made him feel even worse for putting you in such a position earlier. Here you are, giving him children, making time for them and him, while also trying to make time for yourself. Fighting against your own husband just so he could see what was important to you, only for him to brush it all off in a hissy fit because he couldn't handle being told he was doing a bad job at being a good father.

-Now, when you asked him about this at a later time. He told you he's unsure of how it happened. He can't remember if he was so wrapped up in his thoughts to the point he wasn't aware of his surroundings, or if your son may be part snake instead of part deer.

-But what he does remember is turning on his back just in time to stop the butcher knife from impaling him straight through the heart. How the hell this person got into the house and into his bedroom without making a sound is something Alastor would never know.

-Whoever the hell had lost their mind to do such a thing was about to become a stain on the wall because if their was one thing for certain and two things for sure Alastor wasn't in the fucking mood until he realized the familiar figure in the darkness was his own flesh and blood.

-His son. His own son was straddling his waist, struggling against his Dad's 137 year old strength at just six and a half years of existence. Alastor didn't understand what was going on, why was he doing this and where were you?!

"What are you doing?!" Alastor yelled. Trying to figure out what on earth was happening.

The boy stayed silent and screamed out something close to a war cry as he used his entire body weight to push the knife closer to Alastor's chest.

"I'm talking to you boy and you'd better answer me this instant!"

"Shut UP!" He shouted. "You don't get to talk to me! Not after what you did earlier today!"

Alastor's heart stopped a bit after he realized that his son had overheard the argument between the two of you.

"That was a misunderstanding! Your mother and I may have exchanged words but everything will be alright, now put the knife down!"

The child growled something feral. "It's not going to be okay, things between us were never okay! From the moment I started training under you, you've been nothing but a big bully. I'd go crying to Mom when you weren't around because all you ever saw me for was worthless! You never loved me and I was willing to accept that because Mom promised me that you'd change in time, but after today I don't believe that anymore!"

With a swift move, the boy had broken the arm lock he was in and lifted the knife over his head to plunge into the man he called Father. Tears weld in his eyes as he swung forward, his pupils changed similar to Alastor's and his voice became distorted with anger and malice. For the first time, Alastor swore he knew how his victims felt as his own smile grinned mercilessly back at him.

"YOu MaDE my MoTHeR CrY AnD FOR thAT, I'LL mAKE SuRE YoU NEvEr MaKE EIthER oF US cRY AgAIN!!"

- It was like a switch in his head had been flicked on. Alastor watched as his son swung his blade forward in slow motion. Memories of himself and what he had done to his own father came whirling back.

- The past seemed to have repeated itself. What a sick and twisted universe. He remembered the arguments between his parents. The sounds of glass shattering and his mother's begging for the pain to stop. He remembered peaking into her room to see her covering her face with makeup to hide the bruses. The fake smiles she'd give him in the morning while she cleaned up the mess from the night before. The deep silence between him and his Dad when he stabbed him to death in the very same way. He tried to hide the body on his own, he didn't want mother to be mad at him or find out. But she did and may have indirectly set his path down a dark road by justifying his actions at 14 years of age.

"Murder ain't good Alastor," She said, sitting him on her lap as she rocked with him in her rocking chair. Her sweet Southern drawl was like music to his ears. "You shouldn't have killed that man, n' I won't try to pretend what you did was right."

"Yes ma'am..." He replied sadly, on the verge of tears until she spoke again.

"Listen Allie. Anyone who kills another person, just for the sake of making someone else smile, is alright with me. I know the only reason you did what you did, is because you felt like you had to and you couldn't stand to see me gettin hurt no more." she sighed. "I just wish I was strong enough to leave when I had the chance, n maybe' you're lil would have stayed clean from the blood of my mistakes.."

"M'Sorry Mama.."

She smiled. "No Baby, I'm sorry. For makin' you live through that when you shouldn't have. My sins are now yours to bare. N' sadly there ain't much I can do to fix that." Fixing his glasses on his face, she gave him a hug and kissed his forehead. "Promise me you'll stay strong Alastor, bare these sins with a smile and don't add on to them unless you absolutely have to."

"I promise." He replied. Swearing silently to make her proud and for her to keep smiling, no matter what.

-Everything made sense now. Truly it did. Why you were so concerned. How he became so blind. What he buried deep within and how he manifested into the situation he was in now.

-But unlike his father, Alastor had a choice and a chance to do better before it was too late. Quickly, the Radio Demon sat up and snatched the knife out of his son's grip mid swipe. The blade clattered to the ground and gave his child the loving embrace he so desperately needed.

"I'm sorry." He said with sincerity. "I should have never made your Mother cry, nor should I have ever made you feel less than appreciated. I am proud of what you've done, who you've become, and who you're going to be."

He felt the small body go rigid. Freezing in confusion as his Dad actually told him how he felt for once. Alastor continued. " I'm sorry for making you think I never loved you. In fact, I love you so much that I wanted you to be perfect. To be strong, to protect your sister, and your mother when I'm not here anymore. But I put far too much on you too soon, which was unfair to you in a number of ways. I only wanted the best for you, but I couldn't see that I was harming you in the process and I never, ever wanted that..."

Pulling away from his son, one of the biggest pride and joys he had down in this disgusting cesspool. He wiped the child's tears away and gave him a genuine smile.

"You are my son and I love you, I apologize that it took me so long to say it, but it is true. I'm proud of you for being willing to protect your mother, even from me. I had to do the same thing around your age to the man that would have been your grandpa, but he was terrible to us and deserved to be slaughtered. You're already further ahead than I am, so please. Forgive me and I promise our relationship from here on will be much, much different than what it's been."

- Alastor watched as his son hiccuped and sobbed. Nodding his head and mumbling out a meek "Okay.." He dove in for another hug and Alastor allowed him to stay there and cry tears of relief for as long as he needed to.

- Not too long afterwards, you came barreling into the house and raced up stairs. Calling Alastor's name and for your son until you literally kicked down the door to your bedroom, stopping at what you found and thanking God for hearing your prayers.

-The others came after you in a frenzy but quickly let out breathes of relief at the sight of your smile. Quietly you 'shhhed' them and stepped aside to see the same beautiful sight you did.

-There on your king sized bed, sat your husband and his son. Alastor was propped upwards against the headboard, using pillows to support is back while his head was supported by your son. The six year old was snuggled up against his father's chest, sleeping soundly underneath his throat while Alastor's arms seemed to form a somewhat protective cage around him.

- Smiling happily, you closed the door to the room and headed downstairs with everyone else. Heading back to the hotel and leaving a note for Alastor in the morning that encouraged him to catch up on lost time with your second-born. Satisfied that their bond was finally forming into something beautiful.

(Wow, I did not plan to get as invested in this as I did. I just let the story flow and got this, honestly I love it and would like to see some of my theories between Alastor and his Mom come to fruition. Anyways, I'll see y'all in the next post! Don't forget to comment something you might want to see me write next :D P.S Why the fuck did I post this without editing it..?)

[angelicsoka]

MAKE A PART 2 OF THE HUGHES SISTER X TREVOR I NEEDDDD TO KNOW HOW HED REACT

LITTLE TALKS, t. zegras 

part one <3

word count | 1.3k

pairings | trevor zegras x fem!hughes!reader, platonic!luke hughes x sister!reader, platonic!quinn hughes x sister!reader, platonic!jack hughes x sister!reader, 

summary | the youngest hughes sibling begins to amend her relationships

warnings | mentions of self-harm and depression. not proofread. based loosely on the song little talks by of monsters and men. no use of "y/n". lowercase intended. uses of the nicknames for reader include: sunshine, love, pretty girl, & babe. i think that's it??

a/n | i’ve been on a writing SPREE, so here’s this <3 

i don't like walking around this old and empty house

so hold my hand, i'll walk with you, my dear

the stairs creak as you sleep

it's keeping me awake

it's the house telling you to close your eyes

and some days i can't even dress myself

it's killing me to see you this way

she looked in the mirror, an exhausted look on her face. her hair was greasy and disheveled, her eyes held bags under them. she sighed at the pathetic sight that was her, tears welling in her eyes. she had barely slept and when she did it was for long periods of times. her clothes were wrinkled and clearly worn, and she knew she smelt. yet, it took so much effort just to get up and take a shower. 

her brothers had been trying to get her to go out with them, and when that didn’t work they tried to start with simple stuff: quinn would cook her favorite meals to get her to eat with them. jack would set up games and movies for them, and luke helped her clean up her room. most of the time, however, she was in her room either sleeping or trying to sleep. but today she had to be up, she had to shower. 

she broke her gaze from the mirror, turning to run the shower. she discarded her clothes, ignoring the scars that littered her body. she stepped in, her body relaxing against the hot water. it stung, but she didn’t even seem to notice. she was stuck in her head, worried about seeing trevor; about talking to him.

time passed faster than she would’ve liked. the water had begun to run cold, forcing her to finish up and turn off the shower. she began to towel dry herself, taking her time to avoid seeing him. she sighed as she put on her clean clothes, the feeling of finally being clean made her feel just slightly better. she exited the bathroom into her room, throwing the clothes in the hamper as she passed. she heard voices coming from the living room, one voice she could always pick out: trevor zegras. 

for a moment she contemplated how she could get out unnoticed. maybe she could sneak out through the backdoor when he wasn't looking or jump out her bedroom window, although the fall would probably cripple her. she sighed once more, deciding that she needed to talk to him, to explain; he deserved that much.

she reached for her doorknob, panicking internally as she twisted it open. it had been months since she had seen him in person, but he looked no different from the last time she had seen him to now. she saw him sitting on the couch with jack, the two of them catching up. she slowly walked down the stairs, a creak catching their attention. trevor’s head whipped toward her direction, an unreadable look on his face. she wanted nothing more than to fold into herself, to get his eyes off of her. 

“hey, sunshine.” jack broke the silence, smiling at his baby sister. she held a small smile, continuing down the stairs. neither her nor trevor said a word. “how ya feeling?”

“okay.” she spoke softly, unlike the person trevor knew. he watched as she moved slowly, how she didn't smile and when she did it seemed forced. he felt a pang in his heart seeing her like this, so unlike herself. 

beside him, jack began to make very obviously fake ringing noises, grabbing his phone from his pocket. “sorry, gotta take this.” he jumped up, running out of the living area and out the front door.

“did he just…” trevor trailed off, looking to his ex with a confused look.

“make fake ringing noises so that he could leave? yeah, yeah he did.” she laughed softly, almost inaudibly. for a moment, she seemed like her old self, but her face dropped quickly. 

there's an old voice in my head

that's holding me back

well, tell her that i miss our little talks

soon it will be over and buried with our past

we used to play outside when we were young

and full of life and full of love

some days i don't know if i am wrong or right

your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear

“so, uh, how have you been?” trevor cleared his throat, looking to the hughes sister. she was curled up on the other end of the couch as she bit at her finger nails. she looked over to him, the anxiety clear on her face. she shrugged, looking back down to her fingers. he couldn’t see it, but he knew her like the back of his hand, and right now she was holding back tears. he stood up, walking over to where she sat, taking a seat beside her. “talk to me, love.” the pet name simply slipped out, but it brought her over the edge. her shoulders shook as she began to sob, trevor pulling her to his chest. “shh, shh, it's okay. it's okay.”

“i’m so sorry, trev. i’m so fucking sorry.” she cried, gripping his torso as if her life depended on it.

“babe, why are you apologizing?” he asked, looking down at her. he tilted her chin up, ignoring the pain he felt at the sight of her teary, tired eyes. he cupped her cheek, wiping away the tears that had fallen down. “you don’t need to apologize.”

“yes, i do. i left you, i hurt you.” she hiccupped continuously, rushing her words.

“shh, slow down. it’s okay, i’m okay.” she tried to continue but her breath caught in her throat. she began to panic, her breathing turning short and quick. “look at me, love. breathe with me.” trevor began to take deep breaths, the youngest hughes following. it brought back the memories of trevor comforting her through her anxiety and panic attacks; he would always drop what he was doing to help her. once she had calmed down, trevor pulled her into a hug, placing a tender kiss on her temple.

“i hate myself, trev. i hate everything about myself, and i hate feeling like this.” his heart broke with every word she spoke. “how can i love you if i can’t love myself?” she sniffled, looking up at him.

“i love you so much, sunshine, and it is killing me to see you like this.” she wiped at the tear that fell, “i wish you could see yourself the way that i see you. you are perfect, love, in every way. i could be the most mad i’ve ever been and one smile from you could change that in an instant. i love the way your eyes light up whenever you talked about something you love, the way you can keep up with my energy.” she smiled softly, “i may be biased but i just so happen to think you are the most beautiful girl in the world. i love you, pretty girl.”

“i love you, trev, so goddamn much.” she smiled once again, tracing her fingers along his jaw. “can we try this again?” 

“absolutely, love.” he lent down, gently kissing her. she was nowhere near perfectly happy, but they would be okay, and that's all that matters.  

[cakesunflower]

lovelorn (and nobody knows) [rafe cameron au fic] chapter 5

Summary: Isla Carrera had planned for the summer before college to be focused on three things: helping out at her family’s restaurant (the helpful daughter), preparing for college (the good student), and having fun with the Pogues (the loyal friend). But one fateful night, where her car breaks down and her rescuer is none other than Rafe Cameron, seems to send her summer down a path she didn’t see coming–one teeming with a secret, illicit romance with the last person she expected. And if her friends and sister found out, Isla isn’t sure they’ll be so understanding, no matter what her feelings are.

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Author's Note: I tried a little something different with this, in which there's a convo that happens in Instagram DMs so I made like an edit and posted the screenshots as a way for you guys to read them! But I also put the conversation in the image description for each screenshot if it's easier to read that way! Let me know if you guys like it and I should continue doing that!

The brief nap and unexpected conversation with Rafe had sobered Isla up by the time she joins her friends in the backyard once again, all of whom are tipsy or beyond. As soon as he spots her, JJ shoves a cup of beer in Isla’s hand, which she accepts without a fight as she settles down at the base of a tree where her friends are sitting. The party around them rages on, people dancing and chatting and swimming and playing games, the music drifting through the air but nearly drowned out by the noise of everything else.

As she stretches her legs out, Pope sniffs the air and glances at her questioningly. “Were you smoking?”

Lips on the rim of her cup, her gaze darts to Pope’s, mildly surprised, while JJ pipes up, “Without me?”

“Not weed,” Pope tells him with a roll of his eyes.

Isla slowly lowers the cup. “Yeah. Bummed one off some guy,” she answers with a casual shrug.

Pope purses his lips at her. “Those things will kill you, you know.”

Widening her eyes, Isla gasps. “Really? I had no idea,” she exclaims, feigning shock and dissolving into laughter when Pope shoves her.

“Don’t come crying to me if you get lung cancer,” he says, leaning back on his hands resting on the grass, wincing when Cleo smacks him on the chest.

“Don’t joke,” she tells him pointedly, looking up at him with a half-hearted glare. He leans down and presses a kiss to her forehead in apology, which seems to satisfy her. She lets out a long, content sigh. “This summer is going to be amazing, I can feel it,” Cleo  says from where she lays with her head on Pope’s lap. “The outdoor movies, boat rides, barbecues, concerts—I’m ready for it.”

Kie raises her cup of beer in cheers. “Back to OBX life, baby,” she grins.

Isla was of the same mindset, smiling into her next sip of beer as she thought of the coming months. It’s the last summer before college, and while in between all of the fun Isla and Kie will be working at their family’s restaurant, Isla is still looking forward to the summer.

They sat together, discussing their plans for the summer—most of them with each other—as the party continued on around them. Isla watches people jump into the pool, the group of them sitting far enough away from the splash zone, and she feels a smile tugging on her lips as she closes her eyes and leans her head up against the tree. The weather is perfect, warm with a cool breeze every now and then, and she lets out a long sigh of relief before taking another sip of beer.

“Midsummers is also coming up,” Sarah comments, prompting Isla to open her eyes while Kie groans.

“Don’t remind me,” her sister mutters, twirling a dandelion between her fingers, face scrunching in distaste. 

Isla gives a shrug. “I don’t mind it.”

Kie’s nose wrinkles. “You enjoy being surrounded by rich people who spend the night trying to one-up each other by flashing how much money they have?”

JJ snorts as he, Pope, and Cleo rearrange their sitting positions to engage in a game of cards. Isla rolls her eyes at Kie. “No. I just have fun dressing up and eating good food. Sue me.”

The food at Midsummers was always top tier, especially when Pope’s dad was running the oyster bar. “You’re such a girly girl,” Kie quips.

“Why is that a bad thing?” Isla retorts, arching an eyebrow. “Where else am I gonna get a chance to wear high heels and a dress? The Chateau?” She gets to her feet, feeling a little miffed at Kie’s comment. She and her sister share a lot of similarities, but they’re also plenty different; one of them being that Isla will never pass up an opportunity to dress up for an event. While she doesn’t particularly enjoy all of the events that they attend in Figure Eight, most of her joy comes from the process of getting ready, dressing up, doing her makeup. She’s always been that way, and no one has ever faulted her for it. Why should they?

But sometimes Kie’s distaste for all things Figure Eight gets the better of her, and she’ll get the tendency to make Isla feel bad for her not caring as deeply as Kie does. She’s a Pogue, just like her sister and friends, but is it so wrong to like some things about Figure Eight? Her friends don’t think so—of course, they don’t. If they did, John B wouldn’t be dating Sarah, who they all welcomed into their fold, nor would they be spending their Friday night at a party here, either. Kie can just take it too far sometimes.

“Where are you going?” she frowns up at Isla.

“I need some chips,” she says, which is only half true. She kind of doesn’t want to talk to Kie at the moment. It’s nothing serious, just some sisterly annoyance which she’ll get over in the next five minutes. She is kind of hungry, though.

John B pushes himself up, too. “I’ll come with.” Standing straight, he reaches down to brush some of Sarah’s blonde locks away from her face. “Want anything?”

She shakes her head, smiling. “I’m okay.”

“I’m good too,” JJ tells John B with a smirk.

“Same,” Pope and Cleo add, twin shit-eating grins on their faces. John B merely flips them all off and joins Isla on the trek towards the house, throwing his arm over her shoulders. 

“You good, buddy?” John B asks her as they walk by the pool.

Isla nods, chin lifting slightly. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” she responds, wincing only slightly as they pass by the speaker that’s blasting music. In a mumble, she adds, “Jesus, that’s loud.”

“Okay, grandma,” John B snickers, which results in Isla digging her elbow into his ribs while sipping the beer. “You looked a little ticked off at Kie.”

They walk into the house, weaving around party goers, his arm still around her shoulders in brotherly affection. Isla sighs, unsurprised that John B caught her expression or slight shift in demeanor. The guy is the Pogue-anointed leader of their group; he’s always had the ability to be in-tune with his friends. “You know her,” she says as they approach the kitchen. “She doesn’t mean anything by it, really, but she’ll make those subtle comments about me that almost make it seem like she’s judging me because some of my interests are different than hers.” With a roll of her eyes, she shoots him a look and adds, “Not Pogue enough, I guess.”

“Ah,” John B says with a sage nod of his head. “Whether she means anything by it or not, she loves you all the same, Isla. We all do,” he says with a smile, giving her arm a squeeze. “But if her comments bother you, just let her know. I doubt she’d ever want to hurt your feelings if she can help it.”

“You’re right,” she sighs again. He made the non-issue seem easily resolvable, which Isla’s sure it is. 

The kitchen counter is littered with snacks, a lot of which are opened already and have been dug through. There’s even a bag of marshmallows, and Isla pops one into her mouth as John B stands a few feet away, raising his eyebrows at her expectantly as he opens his mouth wide, silently signaling her. With a laugh as she chews the one in her mouth, Isla grabs another marshmallow and tosses it towards him, grinning widely when John B catches it in his mouth.

“Incredible,” she gushes exaggeratedly with a clap of her hands, John B taking a bow in response that only makes her laugh more. Turning to the several bags of chips on the counter, Isla asks him, “Which one should we steal for ourselves?”

John B hums thoughtfully, lifting his hat up to run his fingers through his hair before fitting the cap back down. “How about—”

“I was hoping to run into you here, Isla.” She freezes at the familiar voice, gaze flickering up to see Carlo standing on the other side of the counter, dark eyes fixed on her. Oh, fucking hell. “I wanted to—”

“Nope,” Isla cuts him off with a sharp shake of her head, lips pursing at the way he frowns at being interrupted. Screw him. “I have nothing to say to you, and I promise there’s nothing you can say that I’d wanna hear. So, no.”

Carlo’s forehead creases even more as his frown deepens. “Don’t you think you’re being childish?”

“Hey, buddy,” John B says from next to her, raising his eyebrows at Carlo. “She said she’s not interested. Take the hint and walk away.”

“Fuck off, Routledge, I wasn’t talking to you,” Carlo scowls and Isla’s stomach twists, dreading that getting him to leave her alone wouldn’t be easy. His eyes flicker back to Isla, and even the counter separating them isn’t creating enough distance. “Come on, Isla. We never got the chance to talk things out.”

She exchanges a look of disbelief with John B, who also looks pissed on her behalf as his narrow eyed stare goes back to Carlo. She half expects John B to walk around the counter and get physical with Carlo. “What the hell are you talking about?” she says to Carlo, exasperated. “What is there to talk about? You cheated. I broke up with you. End of story.”

Her pulse is quickening, wanting him gone, as John B crosses his arms and says to Carlo tightly, “Yeah. End of story. Now leave.”

Carlo’s jaw clenches. He’s around the same height as John B, their stare even as he glares. “This ain’t your damn house, John B.”

“No, but it is mine.”

Isla’s eyes widen, the air whooshing out of her lungs when she sees Rafe entering the kitchen. She’s pretty sure her pulse skitters when she sees the cold expression on Rafe’s features, his gaze on Carlo as he takes a few steps closer. No scowl, no glare, but a chilling look of indifference that contrasted to the hardness of his icy blue eyes. She can’t help but think this look on him is far more intimidating, in addition to how his six-foot-two height towers over Carlo, and even a little bit over John B—who tenses up next to her, like he doesn’t think Rafe’s arrival is a good thing.

When did Isla start thinking it is?

Because she finds herself relaxing upon Rafe’s entry, the tight knot loosening in her chest as he stands a few feet away from Carlo, who has the right mind to look a little frightened. It brings Isla more satisfaction than it should. 

Carlo finds his tongue. “I was just—”

“Leaving? Good choice,” Rafe cuts him off with a nod. When Carlo gapes at him, Rafe arches an eyebrow. He may look calm and collected, but Isla notices the muscle in his jaw jumping, like he’s grinding his teeth together. “She obviously doesn’t want to talk to you. Get the fuck out while your dignity is still intact.” He gives Carlo a slow once over, lips curling back into a sneer. “Whatever little of it there’s left.”

Isla claps her lips together, which had been parted in shock, in order to stifle back a gasping laugh. Her gaze darts to her left to John B, who is watching the whole interaction looking a helpless combination of bewildered, surprised, and wary. She can’t really blame him. Rafe Cameron, of all people, is coming to her defense, and while this isn’t the first time for Isla, it is for John B, and she can only imagine what’s going through his head right now. Probably a bit of the same of what was going through hers that first time.

Right now, though, she stands in the Cameron’s kitchen with her skin warming, watching as Carlo’s jaw works, looking as though he’s genuinely considering telling Rafe to fuck off or, worse, swing at him. She knows for a fact Carlo won’t win that fight. So when he looks at Isla, features tight and a contemptuous look hardening his eyes, she knows that he’s going to leave her alone for now.

He turns and stalks out of the kitchen, his departure making it easier for Isla to breathe as the tension eases out of her shoulders, which sink as she lets out a sigh of relief. Rafe finally turns to look at her, blue eyes meeting her brown, and she watches as the hardness in his gaze melts away, softening as he runs his eyes over like. Almost as if. . . He’s making sure she’s okay.

And then when he subtly arches an eyebrow, Isla knows he’s making sure. 

Heart fluttering erratically, Isla dips her chin in an almost imperceptible nod. Still, she finds herself saying, “Thank you for that.”

“Yeah, very decent of you.” Isla almost startles when John B speaks up, gaze snapping over to her friend. He’s watching Rafe with that same wary look, though there’s that familiar touch of patronization that her friends and Rafe always get when they’re talking to each other. Isla tenses up ever so slightly; she doesn’t think she can handle any sort of confrontation between them right now. Not when John B is her friend and Rafe has been so. . . Different with her. John B lifts his chin. “Very un-Kook-like.”

Rafe’s gaze slides over to John B and immediately his expression shifts, that smug smirk returning that’s always been so condescending. Isla knows she should only see it as that, and yet. . . She can’t help but find it attractive. Oh, God.

“It’s not like you were doing much to help,” Rafe says in return, arching an eyebrow.

John B scoffs while Isla takes a long sip of her beer. “I did the exact same thing as you did, which was just talk to him, by the way.”

Rafe cocks his head to the side, smug. “And who did he actually listen to?”

When Isla notes the narrowing of John B’s eyes, she steps in. “Alright, we’re not having a dick measuring contest, okay?” she says, cheeks flushing ever so slightly at the mere thought of Rafe’s dick. The heat only seems to intensify when his gaze touches her, something intense passing through his eyes in an instant. “Thank you both for your help. Let’s move on.”

She grabs the bag of barbecue flavored chips, grasping John B’s upper arm with her free hand to pull him out of the kitchen. He glares at Rafe until the second when Isla shoves him out of the kitchen, only pausing briefly enough to glance over her shoulder at Rafe. She doesn’t know why she does it until their gazes meet and she finds herself smiling as she mouths, thank you.

And then Isla sees his shoulders relax, the smirk turning into the smallest of smiles as he dips his chin in return, and the fluttering returns to her stomach once more.

“Well, that was fucking weird,” John B remarks as they walk through the back doors and step out into the backyard.

“A little,” Isla lies. She digs through the bag of chips and practically shoves a handful in  her mouth, hoping John B won’t linger on this topic of conversation.

Of course, that’s only wishful thinking, because the moment they arrive back where their friends are sitting, he announces, “Something weird just happened.”

Isla suppresses a sigh as she sits back down, back against the tree, while a chorus of “what?” sound from the others. As John B sits next to Sarah, he informs them, “Well, first, fucking Carlo was here.”

“Who the fuck invited that piece of shit?” JJ asks while Kie looks over at Isla. Whatever annoyance from before disappears as her sister silently, with her eyes, asks if Isla is okay. She just nods in response, giving a small smile.

“Don’t look at me,” Sarah says with a shake of her head, hands raising in defense. “He probably tagged along with someone.”

“Is he still here?” Pope asks, dark eyes darting around the yard, seeking out Isla’s ex.

“No, he left,” John B answers. “Which brings me to the actual weird thing.” Isla holds her breath as he briefly meets Sarah’s gaze before telling the group, “Rafe was the one who kicked Carlo out.”

“Rafe?” Cleo repeats, eyebrows shooting up. “Rafe Cameron?”

JJ shoots her a droll look. “How many Rafes do you know?” he asks, earning the middle finger from Cleo. “You’re telling me King Kook stepped in and helped you?” he adds, glancing at Isla in surprise.

Sarah tilts her head. “I thought my dad was King Kook?” she murmurs, almost to herself, unperturbed by the label. She shakes her head before saying, louder, “You guys, my brother isn’t some villain. He has his moments.”

“As rare as they might be,” Kie adds on with a pointed arch of her eyebrow as her gaze flicks back to Isla.

Their eyes meet and Isla tenses because she can see the clear question in her sister’s eyes, and can see where her thoughts wandered. And right now, Kie is thinking of when Isla had told her how Rafe had helped her out when her car broke down, which the rest of their friends still don’t know about. Adding what just happened now, her friends would have questions, suspicions, and Isla couldn’t honestly refute any of them because of her own changing opinion of Rafe. She couldn’t truthfully tell them it wasn’t a big deal, that it was just a one time thing—because neither of those things were true. At least, not for Isla.

So Isla gives a minute shake of her head, needing Kie to understand what she’s silently telling her. Kiara raises an eyebrow and Isla knows that though Kie remains silent, they will definitely be talking about this later. Isla isn’t looking forward to it.

*****

“So. Spill.”

Isla exhales sharply through her nose, bending down to spit out the toothpaste-tinted water in the sink. As she dries her face, she looks at Kie, who is leaning against the bathroom door frame, arms crossed. Trying not to be too rattled, Isla says nonchalantly, “There’s nothing to spill.”

“Fuck off,” Kie laughs, shaking her head. “You told me he gave you a ride the other week when your car broke down, and tonight he kicked out your ex? Those are nice things,” she emphasizes with a raise of her eyebrows. “And Rafe’s not that nice of a guy.”

Isla shrugs as she rubs and pats moisturizer on her face. “I don’t have an insight into his head, Kie,” she says with a slight chuckle, wanting to brush this conversation off. “I don’t know what he’s thinking. But—” She decides to be honest, meeting her sister’s gaze. “I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, you know? He helped me both times when he didn’t have to, and I appreciate it. That’s all.”

Kie twists her lips to the side, not entirely looking convinced. “It’s still sus,” she says. “Like, at least tonight. Why step in at all? John B was there, it’s not like you were dealing with Carlo on your own.”

As Isla rubs lotion up and down her arms, gaze on the movement of her hands, a ghost of a smile tugs at her lips as she remarks, “Maybe it was his good deed of the month.”

“What?” Kie asks, puzzled.

Isla resists the urge to swallow, and instead chuckles. “Nothing.” She shoots her sister a smile. “Anyway, it’s whatever,” she says, moving past Kie to get out of the bathroom. “Who knows why Rafe does anything?”

Kie snorts, moving into the bathroom for her turn to get ready for the night. It’s a little after two in the morning, their parents fast asleep, and at this point, neither of them are too drunk. Isla hadn’t drank anything after the beer JJ had handed to her, and Kie knows her limits when it comes to drinking. “I guess so,” she muses, tying her hair up into a messy bun.

Isla goes to her own room, shutting the door behind her before climbing into bed, sighing as she slips under the cool sheets. The main room lights are off, but she keeps the colorful LED lights hanging in front of her curtains on, bathing her room in dim colors as she unlocks her phone.

The first thing she does is go on Instagram, scrolling through her notifications to see people liking and commenting on her posts and stories from the party tonight. But her thumb freezes when she notices the top notification, which came in just three minutes ago.

Rafe.Cameron1104 is now following you!

Her eyes widen, the breath stilling in her lungs, even as she tells herself this isn’t a big fucking deal. Because it’s not. Yet, she still clicks on his profile, and before she decides whether or not to follow him back—because she is damn sure her friends will notice—she does a little stalking, feeling heat pool into her cheeks as she does, like she’s doing something wrong.

Still, Isla can’t help but scroll through Rafe’s profile. He doesn’t post that much, but his posts are mostly what she expects them to be; on his family’s yacht, with his friends, some with his family. No selfies, which doesn’t surprise her, but Isla does find herself looking at the solo shots of him, biting the inside of her cheek when she stares a little too long at the shirtless photos that makes her blood heat up in her veins. He’s fit, which is known, with broad shoulders and lean muscles, his torso tight with prominent abs glinting against the sunlight. Enough to make her mouth grow dry.

God, what’s wrong with her?

Why did he follow her? More importantly, why is she freaking out like she’s a middle schooler with a crush? Despite her warring thoughts, Isla scrolls to the top of his profile, thumb hovering over the blue follow button. A bunch of people she knows follow him, though none are her friends—except for Sarah, of course. Isla hesitates before letting out a quiet huff, hoping her friends don’t weirdly check Instagram followings, and presses the follow button before exiting out of the app, locking her phone, and dropping it on her stomach, all in the matter of five seconds. 

She stares, wide eyed, at the ceiling while trying to slow down her foolishly racing pulse, chest rising and falling with every breath she takes. “What the fuck, Isla?” she whispers to herself in the dim lighting of her room, looking at the kaleidoscope of colors reflecting off the ceiling thanks to the LED lights. 

He’s literally just a guy. A guy that, admittedly, her friends don’t like and she shouldn’t, either. Too often have JJ, John B, and Pope gotten into fights, both verbal and physical, with Rafe and his friends. Granted, her friends sometimes instigate the fights just as much as Rafe and his friends do, but the animosity has existed for years now. Which should be reason enough why Isla shouldn’t be engaging with Rafe anymore than she already has. Hell, smoking with him in his room tonight could be considered crossing a line, where her friends are concerned. 

It feels like she’s playing a dangerous game—one where she has no idea what the rules even are.

Her phone suddenly buzzes and Isla’s throat dries as she lifts it, squinting against the bright screen. When she reads the notification, her stomach does a somersault, reading the message Rafe sent her on Instagram. God, why is he awake? Embarrassment floods her cheeks, knowing he received the notification of her follow back right away. Part of her wants to pretend she never got the notification of his message and just go to sleep, but intrigue wins out, and she opens Instagram and goes on her direct messages.

She rolls her lower lip into her mouth, reading those three words with a flutter in her belly, thumbs hovering over the keypad until she figures out how to respond.

Isla takes a deep breath, reading Rafe’s last message a few too many times before exiting out of the app, finding it a good place to let the conversation naturally end. The last thing she needs to keep doing is messaging Rafe Cameron in the middle of the night. So she plugs her phone into the charger and rests it on her bedside, turning away and burrowing herself deeper into her cocoon of blankets, needing sleep to take her away from the turbulent thoughts that surround Rafe.

[thedovesaredying]

Monsters in the Dark | Nikto x Reader | Cowboy AU

Prologue

Introduction to my fic set within the cowboy AU created by @ghouljams for our dear boy Nikto. This is just a quick starter piece to set the scene for the fic so to say. Also decided to include Sputnik since I don't see many fics including the precious baby!

A/N: Obligatory note that I do not condone the owning of dangerous or wild exotic animals as pets regardless of a country or state's laws. Exotic animals require a large amount of knowledge in their husbandry and specific requirements to ensure the highest standard of welfare is maintained. They should never be treated like domestic animals, they do not make good pets.

Warnings: Discussion of Serious Injury, Limb Amputation.

Masterlist: CoD Masterlist

Next Part

Nikto had been waiting for death to greet him throughout the entirety of his career. It was simply an inevitable fact of life both in the military and working as a mercenary for hire. People died constantly at his sides, and it quickly became a question of “when” and not “if” the final string would be cut and his body would fail him for the last time. 

There were days when he almost wished for the reaper to claim whatever remained of his empty heart. Torture was tolerable, an old friend at this point, but the months and years of recovery afterwards were what really felt like suffering.  

Alive, and yet completely useless. A fractured mind trapped within an equally ruined body.  

The only thing he could look forward to was getting back to work once his body was finally strong enough to pass medical approval. Tedious as the waiting game could be, he wasn’t stupid enough to push himself beyond his limits like some honour-hungry rookie. No, he waited and saved his strength for when it would one day be needed, for the days when nothing but sheer willpower can save his pitiful soul.  

And yet despite his many brushes with death, he had still yet to be taken by it, even when by all rights he should have been. Death yet remained a stranger.  

But why? Was his mind too corrupt and darkened for even the devil to want to touch? He had never believed in any God, but surely there was one looking down on him and mocking his pathetic existence. How else could he have survived an injury that should have killed him?  

He could remember little of the mission, only the sounds of people shouting orders, the potent scent of smoke and chemicals in the air, and pain. Certainly not the worst pain he’d experienced in his life, a blade to the gut still had the honour of that, but close to it. He was fortunate that the concussion he’d received had left him drifting in and out of unconsciousness for most of the trip back to base.  

His arm was fucked. According to the doctor and the reports from various other operators present on the mission, his elbow was bent in a way it definitely shouldn’t have been, and there was enough shrapnel in the remaining flesh that he might as well have lopped the whole thing off entirely.  

Which is exactly what the doctors ended up doing.  

It was their last resort, but with the complete lack of feeling in the limb coupled with an infection that just couldn’t be stamped out no matter how many antibiotics they pumped into his IV, it was necessary. They tried as hard as possible to save it, but necrosis had set in, and the safest course of action was to remove all damaged and dead tissue.  

He still wasn’t sure what would have been worse, being taken out by sepsis, or dealing with his current existence.  

And what a miserable existence it is.  

KorTac wanted to keep him on – surely, they couldn’t just let a wild beast like him roam free without a firm hand on his leash – but there was very little they could offer for him. Stay with the PMC and become a glorified guard dog? Train bratty little recruits? Sit behind a desk pushing papers nine to five? No, that would destroy what little grasp he still had on his sanity.  

That was how he ended up standing on the rundown porch of a house that could be described in a single word as dilapidated. It was cheap but came with enough land for him to not need to worry about nosy neighbours. He’s so far lacked the motivation to do anything to try and restore the building, but it has four walls and a roof, which is more than can be said for some of the “safe” houses he’s utilised over the years.  

He’d been lucky to discover the place at all with how small the town is. A passing comment from a fellow soldier about the region had caught his attention and, considering the impossibility of returning to Russia, he’d decided to look into it. America was a massive continent, and in the US he wouldn’t be questioned for owning weapons. Even better? This particular state allowed him to continue to keep Sputnik without suspicion.  

The old man who had been selling the house had been sympathetic after he’d played the whole “injured veteran” card and had even offered him a reduced price for the property. It still sickens him to think about how weak he must have looked in that moment, but needs must, and what he needed was a place to call home, even if only for a little while.  

One terrible accident and he’s reduced to begging for help like a stray dog wanting scraps.  

His irritation has the hand of his prosthetic curling gently into the fur of Sputnik’s pelt. All it can do is open and close around things to allow him some form of grip, but it works, and he supposes that’s all that matters. His girl doesn’t seem to care that it’s not a flesh and blood hand petting her, leaning into him regardless.  

She’s the centre of his current predicament and the reason he’s been forced to reach out for help. No amount of puppy dog eyes and wide grins sent his way are enough to save her from a trip to the vet. Or rather, a visit from one.  

He waits patiently as a large car rolls down the gravel road that leads to the small house from the property’s front gate. Sputnik whines as it draws closer, before beginning to laugh with nervous excitement. The moment the vehicle pulls to a stop she moves to investigate, but is quickly stopped with a barked, “МЕСТО!” command from Nikto.  

Sputnik huffs, unimpressed with not being allowed to greet their visitor, but settles for sitting at the top of the stairs while her master approaches.  

In all honesty, Nikto had been expecting a grizzled old man or woman with decades of experience under the belt when the receptionist had promised to send someone with knowledge of exotics. What he wasn’t expecting was... you.  

[aintgonnatakethis]

Fun Line Tag Game

Thank you @lancedoncrimsonwings for tagging me!

Rules: Post a line that you're tremendously pleased by and a line that’s just out-of-context ridiculous

I'm taking massive creative licence with what the word 'line' means, but cut me a break 😂 Both these excerpts are from the untitled 450k SGU story I was working on during lockdown and have recently been rereading, setting aside bits that I like and think I can use in other stories.

Pleased by - Telford is the one to recruit Rush, Rush bonds in strange ways:

"Do you have any--" He paused to inhale more smoke because he was still feeling twitchy and he needed to focus. "Good stories?" "About aliens I've killed," Telford replied casually. It wasn't a question but Rush shrugged anyway. "That's really what you want to know." "In for a penny," Rush muttered. His cigarette had burned down and he ground it into the ashtray and lit another. Telford shook his head and Rush was weighing up his options on how to get him to talk when he shrugged carelessly. "Before we practically wiped the Goa'uld out, they used to camp down in lakes when there weren't any hosts around. Pretty much impossible to see them if they didn't surface and we couldn't avoid every body of water we came across. Kid called Murray was washing dirt off his hands when one of them came out of the water and burrowed straight into him." The detached, impersonal way Telford was recounting the memory made Rush feel sick, even though he had asked for it. He wanted to know this. He did. "One of the other guys held him down and I tried to pull it out. It was young and hadn't aimed quite right; got more of his shoulder than his neck, so it couldn't wrap around his spine. We'd gotten to him quick and I managed to pull it free." Telford took a last drag and flicked the stub out of the window. "It brought his shoulder blade with it. But hey. He lived." Rush felt cold and shivery, but he deserved this. He’d asked for it. "What did it feel like?" From the corner of his eye he saw Telford look at him but refused to turn himself. There was a long silence and he thought he wouldn't get an answer. "Like… a baby eel," Telford said finally, "before they get their tough skin. Too soft for what it was." Have you killed a lot of baby eels, Rush wanted to ask. He couldn't seem to get his tongue to work though, which was probably a blessing. He imagined smooth skin beneath his hands, slimy and slightly wet from a lake. He imagined the blood, the screaming, having to pull a man's bones out through his skin; because it was to save him, from something worse, from walking around in his own skin a prisoner. He imagined dropping the alien on the ground and crushing it beneath his boot. He imagined never being able to relax around water again.

Ridiculous - completely normal and safe things to say when you're being "interviewed" by the US military:

The first man hummed irritably and shuffled his papers again. "You are not a US citizen. Who did you vote for when you were based in the UK?" The sudden change of gears made Rush laugh. "You’re asking me about my political opinions?" They all looked at him expectantly. The ice still hadn’t worn off and Rush didn’t know what to say, so he said the first thing that came into his head. "I’ve always thought communism was quite good."

Tagging: @fortunatetragedy @the-golden-comet @moltenwrites @viscerawrites @aggsh-shs + OPEN

[legochaotixmechz]

ROBY HEADCANONS LETS GOO

Warning Spoilors ofc-

He has a HIGH sugar intake

• His parents have scolded him in the past when doctors' notes came in talking abt if he takes anymore he'll croak

>Doesn't care tho still chugs soda among other sugary drinks like it is his life source

• When things get quiet/at random moments he'll just scream and then act like nothing happened

• Stang zoot / ROAR is a vocal stim for him now ( roar especially even if Wyle isn't around )

• On a call with his parents he talked abt Wyldfyre all giddy then just casually mentioned his uncle tried to kill him and then went back to being a giddy mess

>His parents were like "WHA!?? YOUR UNCLE WHAT?"

>And Roby's just like "Yeah yeah I sent him to jail but anyways!"

• Roby practices his mannerisms and energy in the mirror

> He is a naturally energetic guy don't get me wrong but he practices in the mirror to make sure he gives off a good type of energy that people will enjoy

>After every game he says to himself "YES, FCKING NAILED THAT- THEY ALL THINK I'M NEUROTYPICAL !!"

• Roby uses a lot of slang / silly language if he ever gets into serious conversation and if in conversation that makes himself uncomfortable as a defense mechanism

• He loves vocaloid/Uta

>He listens to The World Is Mine before the game to hype himself

> 1# Teto stan and defender

• Fav music genres are N-pop, regular pop, Rock ( any kind he doesnt mind), techno, and that hyper Pacific music that sounds like being on acid named things like "bong cats bleeding rainbows" or smth

• If he were a Pokmon trainer he would have normal, dragon, steel and fighting pokemon

• Based on the sugar headcanon at the start. He once did a challenge on his ninjatok where he didn't eat any sugar for a week

>By Wednesday he was losing his color and tweaking without a sweet treat after every meal ( he's being dramatic )

>And By the end challenge he almost couldn't even post the last video and once it was done he scarfed down a whole tray of sugar cookies

• He sweeps in sleep-over/party game. >Especially rhythm game !

>Wyldfyre invited him over to a sleepover and he mopped the floor with everyone in Rhythm Heaven, Guitar Hero and Ddr

>Eventually they switched to Mario's party but he swept everyone again

•>They just kept going through games ( super smash bros, Mario Kart, uno etc) eventually Gave up and made him sit on the couch as everyone else played

• If he knows you. He'll know your birthday. And the spilt second it turns midnight on the day before your b day he'll spam you with "HAPPPY BIRTHDAYY BITFHHH HAVE AMAZING FUN AND AWESOME BIRTHDAYY STANG ZOOT!!!!!!!" and then send a voice memo of him singing happy birthday but with brainrot words

• He has 5 phones, 3 laptops, 10 PCs and 15 game consoles. Don't think you can ever ban my man from any social media or game he'll always come back.

• Favorite fruits are mangos, raspberries, blueberries and tomatoes

• In one of the games Roby saw smth flying over their head and just stopped everything to stare at it. So for A good bit, there was just no commentary from him or shots of the fight it was just the camera facing down

• Robys a Lil nasty in terms of if he tries smth he doesn't like he projectile spits

• He's the biggest yapper when watching movies. Always commenting on everything and crafting theories on the spot

• He can recite the entirety of the Heather's musical to a t

• In his free time he guest host talk shows (like Jerry Springer/Oprah but imagine ninjago ver) and his FAVORITE thing is "You are not/are" the father

> He has ran laps around the studio as everything breaks into chaos after every single "are you or not the father" answer reveals

> He even got a show canceled after the incident of him going too far and sending a baby flying by accidentally kicking the baby's carage

• He loves playing roblox and claims his dad owns roblox ALWAYS

• Smells like satin fabric, charcoal, chocolate

• When he sleeps he goes "Honk mimimimimimi" and hugs a comically small teddy bear with a little sleeping cap

Anyways thanks for listing to me yap

[ballcrusher74]

WOOOHOOOO IM ALLOWED TO ASK ALOT OF QUESTIONS YIPEEEE!!!!!

▪︎Do you have any fandom ocs but ARENT lethal company that youd ever like to talk about :0?

▪︎What ever happened to Jawbreaker's (your sona) homeplanet after he left, I remember the story was he was exceptional but insubordinate so like, did anyone get fired for letting that guy just scramble away

▪︎who is your favourite oc presently! :3 and have you any miscellaneous facts about them?

▪︎what's in the gyatt folder

▪︎ since Metronoia (I hope I spelled that right from memory) is a dimension/reality hopper, how does other realities effect his state of being, has there ever been a reality the guy found unpleasant or dare I say scary‼‼‼‼‼‼‼😲

CRAKCING FINGERS. YUES. I LOVE BEING AUTISTIC ABOUT MY OWN CHARACTERS.

Yes, I do ! I have some roblox ocs, two being for the game Regretevator ! Broseth is just a completely original guy that I had created based off one of my avatars, and Gamma Ray was kinda ... a shameless semi-self insert character to be buddies with one of my favorite characters in game (Mach)

I also have this guy, Tixton ! Based off the now deceased roblox currency, he was apart of a friend roblox oc group called Investors ! There's a long story to it all, but Tixton's whole deal was him being an undead ghost guy that was so hellbent on the idea of being alive again (he died with the removal of tix, and was young when that happened) that he basically tried to steal someone's body. I seem to have a liking for making undead / weirdly semi-undead characters, huh

Moving on from roblox, here's Bumbo ! A guy that was originally made for a fanbase I really don't wanna name, but has now been converted into a BBIEAL / Baldi mod oc ! Originally I was gonna kinda leave him the dirt after leaving aforementioned unnamed fandom, but my boyfriend helped me redesign him for his own Baldi mod / fangame ^_^ <3 Now he is my bumbling sweet baby boy

Now moving to . Ourple FNF ... ? There was this guy I created, Aerguhbee ! Though, I very much fell off of keeping up with Ourple / FNF stuff in general for a lot of reasons, I still kinda like this guy. He had a bit of a sloppy story, and it never really was even completed, but from what I remember- he was a trapped soul within a security monitor, killed in his place of work as a nightguard. The monitor served as an eternal purgatory for him called 'Moire Edge'. He was able to manifest a form outside of the monitor in order to lure others into his forever limbo, under the guise of becoming friends. If anything, I might just bring back this guy as a wholly original character since I do still kinda fuck with him

And, before going onto the next question (FINALLY), I'll throw in a bonus : Deacon originally wasn't LC related ! He was a Toontown : Corporate Clash oc, which is such a MAJOR contrast compared to how he is now LOL . I don't think he really had much of story when he was a TT:CC character, besides the fact of being secretly miserable about his job, but I think that's really it. I'll admit I kinda miss his really bright yellow, but I am so much more happier with him now (featuring my toon sona / oc in the last pic but this ain't about him)

As for Jawbreaker's home planet, they most likely are continuing on their lives as normal. Metsu probably does wonder where he went off to, but hey- not their problem anymore. As for what happened to the guards that failed to capture him again after his prison escape, they most likely were shattered (killed) and their resources recycled

THIS IS A TOUGH ONE. I think it's also just because all my original ocs are very personal to me and I genuinely treat them as parts of myself segmented into their own stories and worlds. Though, if I really have to pick one, I think it would be my art deity guy- which, I am kinda getting tired of just saying that, so I'll just say his name : Abstrakt Mondrian. He is very much an oc of mine that I hold close to my heart, especially considering his story deals with grief, and it almost sounds stupid to say he is an oc of mine that has helped me through a lot ? Also, design wise, I just really like him. Like, I'm not fucking joking when I say that I've had this guy for 4-ish years and his design has barely changed at ALL . It's crazy

Metanoia jumping to different dimensions does very much fuck up his appearance, and there have been a couple places he's found very dissatisfying or horrifying ! These dimensional distortions don't last whenever he exits the dimension that causes it, but it's not that pleasant for him in the moment. These distortions can range from very minimal things, things he can handle, such as a simple change of colors or height, to distortions that almost make him unrecognizable and feel uncomfortable in his own body. Here are some quick examples I did of those !

( Btw, distortions can be fucking crazy. The main thing about them is they could be literally any style and still work, so if anyone wants to take a crack at one you can literally go insane and do whatever LOL )

[renren-006]

To Love and Trust | Negan x Reader

summery: you love negan and you have since its been the two of you alone in the world. and you want him to live passted this war him and rick started

word count: 1330

a/n: so i have to admit i do have a bit off a liking to Jeffrey Dean Morgan, i mean who dosent!! so in the spirit of the last post i made about negan heres more Redemption works because Negan is a well written character with some hidden sweet sides. let me know if you want more or if you have ideas!!

Negan is one of the hardest and kindest people you know. Sure he killed people and sure he had a bunch of “wifes”, but he cared and deep down you knew he didn't want to kill people. Negan loved you, that was another thing you were certain about. 

He took those wives as a collateral and as a way to keep up his hard macho leader exterior. The women that were married to him got benefits and were kept safe. You told him it was a nice thing for them, being safe and that they know he wasn't going to do anything to them or with them. Before Negan became Negan he met you. 

When he met you, you were thinner, jumpier and a head case. You refused to listen to him when he tried to save you multiple times and you refused care from him when you kept scraping and bruising yourself. You absolutely despised him.

“Negan get off me” You said, pushing him back with your legs after he tied you to a tree. 

“Then stop leaving, you are going to get yourself killed, being alone out there”

“Uggggg” You said putting your head back on the tree and letting yourself relax under the ropes. 

“This is what I get for helping someone” Negan muttered as he made a small fire. 

Your relationship went from captee to friend to something more in a matter of a few years. At first you despised him and the bat he had, you dispised the way he wanted to help you but then that changed. After getting used to him and the personality he truly had you began to trust him. Whether that was navigating through the highway, trees or cities, or bandaging wounds, you trusted him. From trust came a strong emotional connection and then love. When it turned to love you wanted to run, you wanted to get eaten by a walker, you were scared more for loving him than of the dead. So when the two of you were trapped in a room, afraid you were going to die you told him.

“I can't find a way out, '' Negan said after scouring the room, the windows and where the other doors led to. There were walkers everywhere, and the windows didn't open. “Damn it”

“I love you,” you said. Spitting the words out before you could take them back. Negan looked over at you, practically giving himself whiplash 

“You love me?” he asked you, as he walked over to where you were sitting on the floor. 

“I…were trapped in a room and I am having a hard time thinking I'm going to live so, yes I love you and I have to tell you” You told him. 

“We're going to live through this, and when we do, I want you to tell me again.” he told you, kissing your forehead. 

You did end up living and within the hour of living through it you told him again, practically yelling it at him in the woods, which turned into him telling you how you're going to attract walkers and then it turned to laughter and him telling you he loves you longer than you have loved him. That day was more of a promise between the two of you. To love and trust one another through the rest of your life. 

Now you live with a different man based on who he is with. With you, it's the man you fell in love with, with the others, Negan, leader of the saviors. You hated seeing how he split himself into different people. 

“Hey hun i'm home” He told you as he came inside the door. The two of you had the biggest room in the compound, and by all rights. Our room looked homey, a bed, some couches, and a place for you to play little card games when one of you can't sleep so the other finds a way to distract you, although it was mostly you doing the not sleeping. 

“Hi baby” you told him as he walked further into the room. He  looked exhausted, you could tell just by the look in his eyes. You watched the tattoos on his arms expose themselves to you as he stripped himself from his leather jacket he wore, and the white t-shirt underneath. There he was, your Negan, back in your room, back in your space. 

“Leave with me” You told him. The words slipped out before you could think twice. Negan's eyes trailed to yours. The tank top and jeans you had on felt like they disappeared just by the look he gave you. 

“Sweetheart,” he said smoothly.

“No, I'm being serious, I'm the one who's talking” you told him, which got him to sit, his shirt still off and his jeans still on. All you wanted was to get him naked of course, get to feel Negan, your Negan on your skin and on your lips again, but that had to wait. “I love you, but this person, this other person you have taken the role of…I don't know him. The way the world has become and the way these new people are ready to fight back at you makes me scared for us, for you”

“They can't hurt us” Negan said, putting his arms down like he wanted to stand. But I crouched down by his knees, sitting between them in his chair. 

“Yes they can, I don't think killing more of their people is going to stop them or send the right message. They killed your men and you went and killed theirs. That was a choice you made without thinking about the consequences” You said, bargaining with him. 

“Baby” He said, holding your face now. 

“I love you, Negan, but I need you to choose the right thing. I need you to make peace with them for my sake and for your life” You told him. “If they fight, if they do. This will be a war and I don't want to see you dead or barely alive when they drop you at my feet. Do you hear me Negan Smith? I am your wife, and i am telling you, you are not dying today because of a decision the two of you made” 

“Okay, okay” He said, holding you while you cried. For once in your life he begged him not to die, to stay with you, because he did the same thing when you tried to leave him a long time ago. Love and trust were something the two of you had. 

When he went with you to Alexandria and you met Rick for the first time you could see why he was hard on them, they were him. Rick was like Negan except they took different paths. You sat as they talked and yelled and argued. You sat while a girl yelled and screamed and wanted to gut him for the man she lost to your husband. You continued to sit as the discussion turned sad and real and understanding. It took all day, and it took another day for the Savors to retrieve the stuff they took from Alexandria who made a list of everything they wanted back. You made sure the men followed through, and you went with Dwight when he dropped it off, of course Dwight hated being babysat. Still you were there for peace and for love, and you trusted your husband and the men that followed him that there were to be no more killings of the Alexandrian, The Hilltoppers and the Kingdoms people.

“I told you no one was going to kill us, '' Negan said to you that night everything finally calmed down, underneath the white sheets and naked next to you. 

“All thanks to me” you said as you looked up from your position next to him, with your head on his heart. 

“All thanks to you Y/N” Negan said, kissing your forehead. 

[queeniecook]

January 18 - Part 2

Joey sits on the couch in the newly decorated living room with his cat by his side. He likes what Jillian has done with the space, it has character now but his mind drifts to his confusion.

"Why do I feel like James is familiar? Or maybe he reminds me of someone I used to know?" Joey asks his cat, who is sitting by him. If he didn't know any better, he'd say the feline has a look of concern in her eyes. "Maybe I should stop thinking so hard about it and it might come to me?"

Joey has to get ready for a short shift at work and Annabel Lee moves on to focus her attention on someone else.

Jillian picks up the cat after being meowed at several times and let's the cat climb on her shoulders. "One more month to go, can you believe it?" She asks Annabel Lee, while cradling her ever growing baby bump. Something she's dreamed about for years is close to coming true.

Both females hear the door open and shut downstairs, meaning Joey has gone to work and Dakota has returned from the base. Jillian moves the cat into her arms and sets her down on the bed before going downstairs to greet her boyfriend.

"The living room looks great though it reminds me a bit of your house in Strangerville." Dakota comments, putting his arm around his pregnant girlfriend.

Jillian laughs softly and shrugs "That's kind of what I was going for. Even though it ended up being haunted by a ghost that tried to kill me, I did love the look of that place."

The two sit on the couch, enjoying each other's company and half paying attention to the game show on the TV in front of them. Dakota begins to rub Jillian's shoulders which leads to her giving him that look that means she wants to head upstairs to their bedroom.

But first, Jillian wants to put on something special for Dakota. Which means he has to wait.

"What up?" Joey asks with a nod of his head. He's glad tonight's shift was a short one and he could return home quickly.

"I'm just seeing how you are. We work different shifts so, we don't always get to see each other." Dakota tells him, he doesn't want straight up say why he's waiting in Joey's room. Even if Joey is his brother. 

Joey nods his head. "I'm alright. You?" 

"I'm fine." Dakota replies. The silence descends and Joey shuts off his computer monitor. He's debating if he should say anything and so far, he's tried to give Jillian time to mention it but it's been almost a month. "Did Jillian tell you James stopped in to give her a book last month?"

Dakota stares at his brother, which gives Joey his answer. "Nothing bad happened..that I know of. She was safe when I got home and he left."

"I see." Dakota says quietly. His mind is racing, why didn't Jillian tell him about this? It's not that he thinks anything sexual happened between the two but he doesn't trust James at all and his girlfriend knows that. Not too long ago, he, along with many others were worried James was going to kidnap Vera's baby when she was born. That along with some of the other behavior displayed by the warlock makes him not trust the man. 

"I'm not trying to cause problems..I just know how you feel about James...I tried to give her time to tell you..." Joey starts to ramble out of nervousness. He feels like he ratted Jillian out and it makes him feel bad.

"Hey, it's cool. I'm glad you told me." Dakota tells him honestly, patting his half brother on the shoulder before heading to his bedroom. He doesn't want Joey feeling bad for coming forward but he's upset with his girlfriend for not telling him about it. 

"James came to see you?" is the first thing out of Dakota's mouth when he sees Jillian, his tone is one of accusation for not telling him and he can see it ignites Jillian's rarely seen temper. He doesn't even have time to appreciate the little outfit she put on for him. 

Jillian stops in her tracks, this was not what she was expecting at all. "Yes. He gave me a book. What's the problem with that?" She asks, hand on her hip. She knows she should have told Dakota sooner but it wasn't like James did something wrong to her. He gave her a book. A book she loves to read. 

"He's James! He can't be trusted!" Dakota exclaims, he can feel his annoyance rising at the idea of James in their home and near his pregnant girlfriend. He already didn't like the fact that James approached Jillian at the cafe last month but it's a public place. He can't exactly stop someone from going somewhere in public.

"I can be trusted!" Jillian shouts, jabbing her finger at him. "I don't appreciate your tone, Dakota.  It's not like we climbed into bed together!" She knows Joey had to tell him and while she could get mad at Joey for it she's a bit mad at herself for not saying something to her boyfriend about the visit but the way Dakota is handling it is not setting well with her and her pregnancy hormones. 

"My tone? You're the one who kept something from me." Dakota says, lowering his voice but his tone hasn't lost it's bite. Even though he's gotten better with his temper over the years, doesn't mean he doesn't still have one and doesn't think he's overreacting by wanting the mother of his unborn child safe. 

"He brought me a book." She repeats. "We talked a little bit. He used the bathroom. He left when Joey came home from work! That was it."

"You thought that was normal? James having a conversation with someone???" He asked her, trying to get her to see how abnormal it is. He's about to rip out his hair in frustration but manages not to make any wild gestures. 

"Don't talk to me like I'm stupid, Dakota." Jillian's voice drops low and she's glaring at him. She backs up, feeling tears about to come to hear eyes. "I can't handle this."

<-previous/next->

[riveriafalll]

Writeblr introduction I guess?

Guess what bitches (affectionate) I’ve been here for like six months and I’m finally making a writeblr introduction. I have just vibed within the community for all this time, and I reckon it’s time to actually confirm my existence as an actual writer.

A bit about me: you can call me River, I mainly write fanfiction for quite a few fandoms, I’m a full time student, I use all pronouns (agender bitches for the win) and autistic currently seeking diagnosis.(in this economy? I know, right?)

I’m open for all tag games and asks (please include me, I promise I won’t procrastinate on the tag game until it’s three weeks later and it’s too awkward to post it then)

Here is my master list of wips, categorised by fandom. The majority of these are not being regularly written in, but they all will one day find a home on the archive I promise.

I will link them up to their respective WIP introduction pages as they happen, if you want to hear about one sooner, let me know <3

Harry Potter

No Time to Die: Drarry au where I kill off Draco in the first scene, have many clever plot-fixes and throw in as much LGBTQ rep as I can

Aelia Lovegood - Luna Lovegood has a pyromaniacal twin who is trying to fix racism by punching Nazi children in the face. It’s mostly working

Oh dear it’s a time loop fic - Draco and Hermione are trapped in a time loop, what will they do? (Troll everyone for basically eternity, and try not to go mad)

The fic where Harry is a sociopath, and goes full homicidal mode on Voldemort along with a scary Hermione and a power-hungry Ron - eh the title explains it well enough

when stars collide (a black hole forms) - a person from our world falls into the HP universe, and immediately tries to mother hen her family out of being evil. Callidora is the twin sister of Bellatrix, and spends the next thirty or so years attempting to fix everyone through the power of love. It works most of the time.

Harry Potter and the job he should have gotten - thirteen years after the end of the War, Minerva McGonagall has a staffing crisis and breaks into people’s homes until they agree to teach. Harry/Theo Knott, Hermione/Pansy and Draco girlbossing it by himself while figuring out how to be a single father.

Marvel

Of Godparents and Aunt-sassins - Jokingly, a couple name the godparent of their new child as Loki. No one expects him to except. Ava is a menace, Loki is a gender fluid icon, a wonderful brother and a terrible influence, Natasha is the vodka aunt, Clint is the fun uncle, Cooper Barton is the responsible one, Peter is a tiny adorable baby who gets adopted, and the Avengers live the 2012 Tower life

SHIELD: An Unofficial Guide - based off the SHIELD survival tips blog here on tumblr, written up in a guide-book form, complete with neatly organised chapters and unique anecdotes

A Glitch in the System - Glitch, a winter-widow and the last remanent of HYDRA, is sent to assassinate the Avengers. When she fails, she runs away and meets a certain spider-child on a rooftop. Featuring a teenage Loki, an amnesiac Pietro and a certain blonde widow, who’ve all moved into May Parker’s apartment, and a lot of miscommunication between just about everyone

Loki doki timey wimey - set during Thor:Ragnorok, Tony and co notice that Loki has reappeared on Midgard, and promptly break into Doctor Stranges house to question him. Dr S promptly gets very annoyed by Tony and Lokis inability to get on, and sends them away to the magical equivalent of a get along shirt, which goes wrong and leaves Tony and Loki stranded in a time loop. They’re under the impression that the loop will break when they learn to get along, Dr Strange is doing nothing to disillusion them of that.

(This is the image that my beta once_and_future_fandoms made when I ranted about it to them)

Another life - something I started before the Loki show came out (take that Marvel), starts at the beginning of Infinity War, when a female Loki dies at the hands of Thanos, meets the personification of the universe, merges with the Tesseract, leaving her with a shapeshifting familiar and teleporting powers. She then travels briefly through the multiverse and lands in the OG Marvel universe, with a Tom Hiddleston themed Loki and attempts to fix stuff through the power of having a giant snake and knives.

Bucky and the time he lived in the woods with his murder daughters - Bucky escapes from HYDRA in the 90s with Natasha and Yelena. They live in the mountains of Romania together, learning how to be actual real life people and incidentally becoming cryptida along the way. Natasha and Yelena join SHIELD in their early twenties, and continue happily along their way in the canon plot, until their father James comes to visit the Avengers Tower after the Battle of New York, and bumps into a familiar blonde…

Supernatural

Woahhhh it’s Emmy - Emmy, (long for MJ, short for Mary Junior), is the standard extra Winchester OC, twin sister of Sam, who is almost as bad at talking through her problems as Dean is. While Sam went to Smamford, and Dean ran around with John, Emmy started a weapons dealing company for hunters, travelling around under the guise of an occult shop. She reluctantly joins back up with her brothers in season 1, just to make sure her dumbasses don’t get themselves killed. She solves half of the shows problems with a glock.

Doctor Who

Who the fuck is Sally Sparrow? - Kat Sparrow has grown up knowing that things live in the darkness. The Sparrows are known by all the intelligence agency’s of the world, for their abilities to find and trap those things. Their specialty? Angels. When River Song appears on her doorstep one night, telling her that she has an angel to catch, Kat does the only thing she can, and joins the Doctor, River and Amy in the TARDIS to catch it. Kat thinks it’s fantastic, Amy enjoys having a friend whos roughly her age, and River is cryptic as ever. The Doctor, however, would really like to know how the hell a human girl is capable of subduing the most deadly creature in the universe.

Redo of Sally Sparrow except there’s no Sally Sparrow and a completely different plot line - When River tumbles into the TARDIS at the start of the infamous Maze of the Angels episode, she brings someone else with her - her adopted daughter, Astra. Unknown to 11, Astra is his child from the future, the result of a coupling between 12 and Missy, who was partially raised by both of them and the other half by River. Featuring: Astra is briefly evil and genocidial, Astra gets therapy with 14 and Donna, Astra flirts constantly with half of his companions, River, Missy and 13 all walk into a bar, and the combination of lesbianism causes a rift in time and space, and someone really needs to stop 12 from naming people after his past companions.

The Vampire Diaries

TVDeeznuts - Cassie Gilbert, twin sister of Jeremy, heads off to an out of state boarding school after being compelled by Damon in an attempt to protect the first person to have trusted him unconditionally in the last hundred and fifty years. Yes, he might have been a crow for half of it, but the thought is what counts, right? Unfortunately, being the danger magnet she is, Cassie immediately manages to befriend a local artist by the name of Nik Mikaelson. Three kidnappings later, Cassie is the first honorary Mikaelson since Marcel. Let’s just hope it doesn’t go quite as bad as his did.

Shadow hunters

Making my OCs be adopted by a bunch of vampires has nothing to do with my parental issues I promise - Autumn, a rather shy twelve year old, is Turned into a vampire rather unexpectedly by a less than stable Maureen who wants to be best friends forever. She immediately attaches herself to Raphael, who is horrified, but ultimately decides that he can use the situation to gaslight Magnus into believing that she’s always been around. Autumn has no objections, Lily thinks it hilarious, and Elliot is just happy to have a little sister.

Shadow hunting my multiple mental illnesses - Astoria Fray is perfectly normal. She does her homework, eats far too many chips, and goes out to parties with her best friends Lily, Elliot and Raphael. And then her mom gets kidnapped, her sister goes missing, her uncle won’t talk to her, and a very sparkly man tells her that he’s a friend of her mothers and that she can stay at his place. And as if that wasn’t enough, turns out that she’s not human, her dad is shadow hunter Hitler, and vampires, werewolf’s and warlocks are real.

At least Lily and Raphael are still normal. Right?

we'll never get free (lamb to the slaughter) - Magnus Bane is forced to baby-sit a precocious, morally-grey Warlock child. It goes about as well as you'd imagine.

Fourth Wing

Fourth wing more like fortieth wip - Elyrion Melgren (currently going under the name Elyrion Foxe) lived in Tyrrendor for the first fourteen years of her life, while her father led the armies of Navarre, spending her days exploring the city with her best friend Xaden. Six years later, she hasn’t seen Xaden since the apostasy, and has been forbidden by her father to go into the Riders, as he doesn’t want her to interact with the Marked Ones. Elyrion promptly ignores his orders, crosses Parapet, and joins the revolution.

Throne of Glass

Cadre Coparenting - what could go wrong? -Two years after Aelin Galathynius was born, her sister, Aurelia arrived. Born with powers of darkness and death, Evalin and Rhoe have no choice but to send her to the only person with experience in controlling powers like hers - her Aunt, Maeve. Maeve promptly passes the child off to her loyal bloodsworn until she’s old enough to be useful to her. Between the six of them, the Cadre just about manage to raise a singular child, despite Aurelia's best attempts to be difficult. It’s entirely her fault that half of Doranelle now believes that Lorcan and Rowan are divorced, and co-parenting their daughter together with Gavriel and Vaughan, their new partners, and Fenrys and Connall, her brothers.

Twilight

Twi-mental breakdown-light - Twilight if Bella had a precocious ten year old sister, and Edward and Bella raise her in aroace solidarity. Esme is delighted that she finally gets a grandchild, and Emmett is not responsible enough to baby sit.

[bookishfeylin]

Hello! I popped in a few days ago to say how much I love your blog and I thought I would circle back a little bit with some of my (messy) thoughts on the ACOTAR series from an LGBTQ+ perspective. (Maybe I could make a side blog for this. God knows how I struggle with the horrible writing in the Dragon Age games on main). My credentials: trans man and bisexual, but I’d like to blanket that I don’t speak for the entire community and, of course, I am speaking from my own experiences.

So, the first lgbtq+ character prominent we’re introduced to in SJM’s bibliography is actually Aedion from Throne of Glass, and the only reason I’m starting off with him is because I’m really mad that he was our first prominent bisexual character in the books and there was 0 mention of his relationships with other men; it was a throwaway line before his romance with Lysandra (in which SJM butchered his character in the last book. Not to say that bi men can’t date women! I liked their ship but I was mad at how it was treated as tokenism).

Within ACOTAR, we’re first greeted with Helion, and the issue with his writing is… pretty glaring, I think. The promiscuous bisexual is a harmful trope that’s been toted around for a while; “oh, you’re bi? you must be down for sex all the time with whoever you want” which… ignores the fact that sexuality can be a spectrum and does assign bisexuality a sort of sexual morality that people have used to condemn us for a long time. Not to say that Helion can’t be promiscuous, but there is a focus on it as a huge aspect of his character when there are other ways to do it.

I feel like Morrigan is a little self-explanatory. It’s… not great, imo, that SJM isn’t being a little more clear about her (if she prefers sexual relationships with men but intimate romantic relationships with women, great! But please SAY THAT). The way she strings Azriel along is cruel and unnecessary—she shouldn’t need to feel afraid to come out to people who are supposedly “her best friends” or “are like brothers to her”. Hell, she felt safer coming out to Feyre, who’s she’s known for considerably less time! I’ll also touch briefly on the whole situation with Eris… insofar as to say that I think SJM writing it out with such violence was unnecessary and the optics of “I prefer women because men harmed me” that, while may not be necessarily true, the appearance of it being true reads really poorly because it’s what conservatives and conversion camps like to tout about lgbtq+ people (“you’re only like that bc someone hurt you”).

Thesan is another one, but SJM left his lover unnamed. C’mon. There’s barely any named NPCs in this series as it is, it wouldn’t have killed her to slap a name on his husband/mate.

Speaking of mates, I need to gripe about the mating bond too—in ACOMAF, I believe it is, but just in general, the bond is used to indicate NOT who would be happiest in love, but it is based on which pairing would “make the strongest offspring”. So, if we walk away from the heteronormativity of that explanation, how the HELL do you get gay mates? And if you’re gay, what happens if your “mate” is someone you’re not romantically or even sexually attracted to? Do you just have to deal with this uncomfortable and predestined tension and expectations to suck it up and make babies, anyway? And why should it be based on children and the ideal nuclear family? (We know why. But from a meta perspective, why?)

And as a brief aside, I still haven’t seen a trans character. Not that I’d want to. I think I would end up being terribly offended if she tried to do so. Sorry this ended up being so long! Maybe I should’ve devoted it to my own post 😔

No, you're fine! I'd had my own thoughts about some of these but I'd never considered the full extent of how abysmal her representation truly was. Tysm for this!

[rozetheeuwu]

Been a while since I last heard about your OCs (or, actually most if not all of the Tumblr rebornverse OCs), so tell me anything you've been cooking up for them recently!

YEAAAAAH THANK YOU!!

Okay so like I said before I am making toyhouse pages for all of (rebornverse) ocs and Miles & Mavis are currently done! I just need to make some more new art for them! Speaking of art everyone is getting some new character art/refs!

Everyone is getting a bit of a re-haul! Either design or lore wise, some are major some are minor. Planning on making 10 year in the future refs/art for all my reborn ocs, so look out for that!

For the the ones I'm really working on are Chad and Dearil! I'm also making a new Rejuv oc namd Felix and a new Reborn oc named Lukey Arengee! (some v13.5 spoilers!)

Okay so quick reminder:

Mention of child abuse, death

Chad and Dearil lived in Almia with a woman named Aasha, who was cruel and manipulative, after their parents died. They are not blood related, they didn't even meet until Aasha brought them in.

Aasha mainly cares for money and power, but hides in the shadow for the most parts. She is a thief (and implied murdered).

A while after Dearil turns 18 Chad leaves to Reborn to start a new life, but promises to come back for them and take them with him. Dearil visits Reborn after Chad defeats Lin (Main Game). When they found out Chad 'disappeared' they assumed their brother abandoned them and left back home. Aasha lashed out at them and attacked them. Unfortunately she killed them on accident, although she wasn't too sad about that.

When Chad came back he was heartbroken to find out Dearil 'died' and defeated Aasha in a battle who 'disappeared' right after.

Chad then lived out his life in Reborn.

After Dearil died Variya pulled them back and asked them to become the interceptor. Dearil agreed. His soul was filled with hatred and the need to get revenge, however they didn't know why as their memories where erased for the most part. (some of their memories come back, all of them at their final battle against their brother)

Dearil tried to defeat team Xen and went along with the others in hopes that the feelings they were feeling would be quenched, but soon found out it didn't help. He didn't really care about helping any of the people who saw them as their friend and Clear and Kieran took that opportunity to ask them to join them.

They told them that if he helped them bring the world to oblivion the person that he hated so much would perish too, they agreed.

At some point Dearil is facing off against Chad, who was tipped off that his brother was alive and figured out what they were up too.

Chad defeated them and mortally wounded them and all the hatred Dearil felt went away. Chad said he would reset time using Dialga and fix all this, Dearil entered the Zeight (remotely) and tried to fix some things there so Chad wouldn't remember and Dearil would be able to fix their own mess as they started to feel regret.

Karma intervened and they struck a deal, no one (but Karma) retained their memories although they were saved in the zeight. Dearil then goes through the paragon run.

Chad stuff:

-He plays instruments, preferably windinstruments (harmonica and flute), but he also plays acoustic guitar and bass.

-He was very sheltered from the world by Aasha, although he knew he was trans he didn't know there was hormone treatment or surgeries he could take. Aasha did steal some T-shots from hospitals to give it to Chad, but he was under the impression she made it for him.

He also does not have had any surgeries, after learning that stuff like top surgery and bottom surgery exist he still decides not to take any as he is comfortable enough with his body as is.

-During the events of rejuv he has two babies (twins.) One named Riley, nickname Riri (Nickname is similar to Kiki) and one named Dearil II (named after his 'deceased' sibling.)

-He still specializes in ghost/dragon type, but half his team is sand based to mirror Solaris.

Dearil stuff:

-Before the interceptor stuff he used to try out different instruments to try and play music with their brother, although they gave up quickly on most of it. He did sing though which was one of the few things they enjoyed doing. He picks this back up late act 2 (karma files).

-Renegade Dearil does like and care for Mosely and Amber... To an extant. They're nice to those two, but if they get in their way... Well...

-Paragon Dearil's memories of his renegade path are hidden away, but still very much present. During act one most of it is them seeming to get a feeling of 'deja vu' which are actually just memories. During the quest where you meet Talon, Florin and Flora he gets 'weird visions and nightmares' (memories) of rift Talon and Florin how he acted during renegade if you choose the road to kill him.

During act two their memories seem to leak into reality. During act one renegade Dearil and Paragon Dearil make most of the same major choices (defeat madame X, don't give Cera the Magma Stone and save Amber), until act 2 starts and paragon Dearil after voices in their head tries to steer him from the path of oblivion (his past renegade self and the things Chad said during their last meeting in renegade)

His renegade self coming forth and taking over his current personality (this never last long). Others also get some weird feelings of deja vu and an uneasy feeling around Dearil during certain parts.

During the parts in Darclight time starts to distort around Dearil (and Florin and Erin who are with him at the time). An anomaly (renegade Dearil) appears after memories with Chad were once again unlocked. P!Dearil is unconscious during this and Florin and Erin are forced to fight the anomaly (Dearil's pokemon helping out trying to protect their trainer).

Stuff like this happens a few times.

Eventually when Adrest unlocks their intereptor form the memories get released as well, but they take form as r!Dearil. The two fight and Adrest gives the option to lock the memories away again.

Both Dearils and Aero talk for a bit and decide that they shouldn't hide from the past. Adrest and Nancy warn that everyone will remember what they did.

They won't remember everything at once, and not everyone will remember things as fast as the others, but they'll remember.

They go for it anyway and the paragon Karma Files play out as normal for the most part there.

Well there is a scene after they return from the zeight and they and Melia go through the ruined timeline stuff as, well, the others remembered. They all decide to trust Dearil in the end.

-R!Dearil specializes in Dark/Ghost, to represent evil and death.

P!Dearil specializes in Normal/Ghost, Normal to contrast with the fact nothing in any of their lives was normal to begin with.

Complete!Dearil specializes in Normal/Fire, Normal because they just want to put their past behind them and be a regular person. Fire as their life has started a new, a new flame if you will.

-All of P!Dearil's old ghosts were gifted to some of his friends.

Felix!!!

Felix's host is Ariana. He does not specialize in a type, but his pokemon are friendship themed! He uses pokemon that evolve via friendship and uses pokemon that are the aces of his loved ones. His starter is Torchic to represent his host!

You can figure out Lukey's case.

Sorry for the entire long ramble these were supposed to be fun facts, oops.

[wqintraining]

NEW X-MEN: THE ANIMATED SERIES - SEASON 1, EPISODE 3

We open in Mojoworld, where the deformed ruler of this media based reality is displeased. Ratings are down. Big time. And he's just not sure why. Are the deaths not brutal enough? The fights TOO prolonged? Are his damn sitcoms not funny enough?!

Spiral has a suggestion. Perhaps ratings are down because people want something new. Sure, they have constantly rotating talent getting killed off, but when was the last time they introduced a new celebrity - like Longshot? They need new baby faces to get the people coming back and keep invested. 

Mojo likes this idea. And tells her he knows the perfect place to find this new talent. 

At the school, it's the first day for the Training Squads in the Danger Room, and Julian is obsessing over his appearance in the mirror. Brian, playing a game on his phone, teases him, but Julian insists that he's already blown it with Sofia twice now. "Three strikes, I'm out." so he's making sure his next attempt goes perfectly.   

There's a knock on the door. Julian assumes it's Cess and Sooraya, but the voice from the other side is one he doesn't recognize. Opening the door with his TK, it's Laura. 

Brian is a little scared of "Creepy Girl", but Julian flirts with her like he would any other pretty girl. Laura tries to talk to Julian, but she ends up just running away, leaving the boys confused. 

Laura bangs her hand against a wall as she calls herself stupid, when she gets a text. One that actually makes her smile. It just reads "I'm here."

A large man on a motorcycle pulls up to the school. It seems like it may be Logan, but when he takes his helmet off, it's revealed to be James Proudstar - Warpath. On his face is a small, calm smile. 

Laura jumps him, and the two have a quick fight. While Laura does knock him down, he's capable of keeping up with her. He compliments her on being fast as ever. 

Laura musters what little excitement she's capable of. Evidently, they've worked together before, and he's the one person besides Logan she truly trusts. As James walks them into the school, he asks her questions about how she likes it here, only to be met with grunts and mumbles.  

Over with the main training squad, the kids are antsy wondering when Kitty's gonna get there. However, she doesn't show up at all, but rather, Emma. She sees the potential in this squad and, as co-headmistress, she was able to snatch them away from the girl who's still just a student herself. 

Julian asks Emma if this means they’re going to be like her old team of students. Cessily thinks being like Generation X would be pretty cool. 

CESSILY: “I used to watch them on the news all the time. M was SO hot.” 

Julian clarifies that he isn’t talking about those dorks. He’s talking about Emma’s original students: the Hellions. From what he’s heard Kitty say while talking about her time as a student, they were badasses who did and took whatever they wanted. Sofia reminds him they were also supervillains, but he doesn’t think that matters. 

JULIAN: “They were just pushing to take the world from Flatscans, right? 

While Sofia facepalms, Noriko tells “Mr. Future Brotherhood” he really needs to shut up now, before turning to Emma. 

NORIKO: “I can deal with being on a squad with this loser, and having to take classes with you, but I don’t think I can handle two people so obnoxious at the same time.” 

Emma frowns for a moment, before looking at these two like she would unpolished jewels. 

EMMA: “Passing on the ideals I did to the Hellions was a mistake. The best way to honor their memories is to learn from that. But don’t think that means I won’t be teaching you all how to stay ahead.” Julian crosses his arms and puffs himself up and Emma turns her focus to Noriko. “If you’d rather take your chances ending up back on the street after graduation, Noriko, I’m sure Danielle would love to have you.” 

Noriko starts saying that sounds good to her, but before she can commit to leaving, Sofia blows a small wind at her. She looks back at Sofia, who clearly doesn’t want her to go, before looking forward and sighing. She hates this, but she’s not ditching her only friend. 

NORIKO: “Never mind. So what are we fighting?” 

Laura and James enter Scott's office, where they're greeted by Scott and Jean. James hasn't been here in a long time, but he caught wind a new team of X-Men was forming, and something just told him he was meant to be on it. Scott's unsure, since they don't have much experience directly working together, but he's open to giving him a trial run. Laura tries to get in on that deal too, citing how she literally beat him in a fight five minutes ago, but Scott once again shoots her down. James is eager, but does have one question: People WERE joking when they told him Emma Frost was one of the people in charge here, right? 

SCOTT, facepalming: "This is going to keep happening, isn't it?"

JAMES: "Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

The Training Squad stretches in the Danger Room, not sure what Emma's gonna throw at them. Julian tells everyone to just follow his lead and try to keep up. Sofia asks who put him in charge, to which he says:

Julian: "If you'd rather take point, that's fine by me, Beautiful."

Sofia embarrassingly blushes, which Noriko rolls her eyes at. 

Emma says they're going to start off with something nice, easy, and only mildly life threatening, before a portal opens behind her and she's sucker punched unconscious. 

A portal opens in the Danger Room as the lights go out, Spiral and her minions stepping through. With Julian and Noriko providing limited light, they assume this is the training exercise and leap into battle.  

Walking down the hall, James recounts his bad history with Emma as one of her "Hellions." - her team of supervillain students, all of whom but him are now dead, entirely because of Emma’s own mistakes. He can’t forgive how she took advantage of his misplaced rage towards the X-Men for getting his brother killed, and molded him into her weapon. 

SCOTT: "I get it. You're not a fan of hers. You have that in common with everyone else on this team."

Scott receives an alert that something's wrong in the Danger Room, and the four rush to see what's going on. 

For all the kids' power, they're no match for Spiral's magic and combat experience. As she beats the crap out of all of them, she verbally analyzes each of their potential star power. 

Scott and the others burst in just in time to see Spiral taking Julian and Sofia away through a portal. Laura screams in rage. Jean wakes Emma up, the latter coming to with a sense of humor about how Jean better not hold this over her, before she’s informed Spiral took two of the kids, at which point her entire demeanor becomes more serious. While Jean calls Dani and Xuan to come look after the remaining kids, Emma contacts Kitty and Storm to let them know they’re departing for Mojoworld immediately. 

Julian and Sofia, handcuffed and with power dampeners around their necks, get to see for the first time what another world looks like, as Spiral explains where they are, and why they’re here, before tossing them in a cell. Julian is furious and screaming at Spiral, while Sofia is petrified. Spiral tells them to cut it with the negative emotions. It’s all smiles here. 

Scott, Jean, Emma, Storm, Kitty, and James load up into the Blackbird, with the latter bewildered that their plane was modified for interdimensional travel. Before they can take off, Laura shows up in the hangar, demanding to come with them this time. Scott is still against it, but with James vouching for her and them not having time to argue, she’s brought along. 

In their cell, Sofia is having a panic attack, and Julian does his best to help. When assuring her the X-Men will show up and kick these clown’s asses in no time doesn’t work…

JULIAN: “Wind Witch should be good at breathing, right?"

She asks how he isn’t scared, to which he answers that he’s terrified. But they shouldn’t let their enemies see that. Taking a deep breath, she puts on her game face, and thanks him.

SOFIA: "Oh, and I don't want to be "Wind Witch. I enjoy dancing, so I think I'd like to be "Wind Dancer".  

JULIAN: "Pretty name for a pretty girl."

Mojo is debating what kind of debut the two kids should have. Toss them straight into combat, put them in a romcom, a live, death-defying stunt; so many choices. His thought process is cut short to the X-Men having arrived. 

The Blackbird flies through the city’s defense systems, Storm being set out to deal with them, while Jean and Emma scan for the kids. When they can’t find them, Mojo blocking them somehow, Laura says she’s got their scents, so Scott sends her, James, and Kitty to find and rescue them, while instructing the telepaths to scan for Mojo himself instead. 

SCOTT: “And remember, Laura. No killing.” 

Laura just sneers at him before jumping out of the plane. 

Sofia asks Julian why he's so kind to her and his friends, but such a jerk to everyone else. Julian answers that he's not sure what she's talking about. He treats everyone how they deserve to be treated. This does not help clear things up at all for her. 

Sofia: "I truly don't understand you."

Julian: "When we get out of here, we can work on that."

Sofia: "I'd like that…as friends."

Julian laughs. "I'll take it. For now."

The two hear an explosion. Elsewhere in the building, James, Laura, and Kitty fight their way through Mojo's goons.

Mojo, getting pissed, sends Spiral after them, just in time for Scott, Jean, and Emma to arrive, terrifying him. 

With Spiral now the only thing standing between the heroes and the prisoners, Laura does what all the other kids together couldn’t and defeats her, but as she goes into a near feral rage, James has to hold her back and calm her down, while Kitty frees the kids. 

Mojo tries to put on a brave face, telling the headmasters they can’t do anything about him, since without him and the endless entertainment he provides, this world would fall to chaos. Scott accepts this reality, but makes it clear that if ever touches Mutants again, that won’t be their problem. Mojo laughs this off, but Scott assures him the X-Men are under new leadership, and things work differently now. 

Pissed, but not wanting to risk it, Mojo relents. 

 As they receive the message that the kids have been saved, Jean compliments Scott on selling the bluff, while Emma rolls her eyes at how merciful these two are, having wanted to just kill Mojo. She settled for putting something in his subconscious which will make him feel extreme agony if he so much as thinks about going after them again, and tells Mojo this telepathically, terrifying him. 

Back at the school, James comforts Laura. She hates getting like she did. Even when she was an assassin, it was unprofessional. Now it’s just wrong. But no matter what anyone else here calls her, she’s not sure what she is if she isn’t a deadly weapon. James with a smile says he already knows, and promises to help her see it for herself. After all, he’s gonna be sticking around as the newest X-Man. 

In the cafeteria, the student body is crowded around Julian and Sofia, worried about them and also thinking it’s so cool they got to go to another world and survived getting kidnapped by a supervillain. Sofia thanks them, while Julian mocks them all, saying they definitely wouldn’t have been able to get through it like they did. Noriko speeds over and gives Sofia a big hug, only to get mocked by Julian as well. Noriko and Sofia leave for their table, Nori as irritated by him as ever, while Sofia smiles back at him. 

The crowd disperses, leaving just Julian and his crew. But…

Julian: “Hey! Laura, right?” 

Laura looks from the cafeteria entrance over at the squad, assuming he’s about to throw a juvenile insult at her, but instead, thanks her for saving them, saying she “fought like a dang X-Man”, and invites her to come sit with them. She’s uncomfortable, but, looking behind her at James, he encourages her to go for it. Laura sits with the group, and Cessily tells her she loves her style. 

CESSILY: “My cheer squad got along so well with the goth kids.” 

LAURA: “I just picked what I like. And I don’t know what “goth” is.” 

CESSILY: “Oh. Um. Okay. Well…” 

As Cessily starts explaining, the audio fades out, Laura turning away from the others so they can’t see a small smile creep up her face. 

[artzychic27]

Hello I want to hear about your bring it on au and what it’s about!

Keep in mind, this one is based on the musical

On his last day of junior year, Adrien Agreste anticipates the day he will be named captain of the DuPont High School cheer squad, as he has been hoping for this moment ever since he saw the team cheer when he went to a basketball game to watch one of his cousins, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off of the squad

Of course, he gets the position, ‘cause protagonist. And his first duty is to replace the graduating members

Adrien’s girlfriend and fellow cheerleader is Marinette, who pretty much “helps” him make a ton of decisions for the team

Other members include Rose Lavillant, Lotta Jameson, Louis Secousse, the mascot, Sabrina Raincomprix, and a bunch of other important background people

During a cheerleader sleepover, Adrien, still wanting to show the team that he’s right for the captain’s position, takes a chance on Louis and names him the Sophomore spirit leader

IF Adrien were to lose his position, Louis would be third in line as captain after Rose and Lotta

The rest of the sleepover goes by well, but Adrien is not aware of the whispering going on between Marinette and Louis

Two weeks after the sleepover, Adrien’s father received a letter with these news: He’s been redistricted to inner-city Latrelle High School

Rose: THEY DON’T EVEN HAVE A SQUAD!

Despite his attempts to stay at DuPont, there’s nothing Adrien can do, he has to move, quit cheerleading, and that means no Nationals, booo.

And strangely enough, the day Adrien is supposed to go, Marinette and Louis aren’t there to see him off… Weird, but he’s too sad to question it

Adrien arrives at Latrelle where he is nearly trampled as soon as the bell rings, he’s pretty sure he saw someone getting to third base in the bathroom, and he keeps getting called “snow bunny”

He’s not exactly given much of a warm welcome because he came from a private school

To his relief, Sabrina has been redistricted, too, and she teaches him how to lay low like she’s always done, but to Sabrina’s shock, some guys flirt with her

After classes with a few misunderstandings regarding the school’s funding and how there’s barely enough books for the entire class (That happens, people! Remember that!) it’s time for lunch

While trying to find a table, Adrien comes across members a few members of Latrelle’s resident and locally famous dance crew: Denise, Cosette, and Jean when they perform Shabooya Roll Call

Denise: My name’s Denise! (Yeah) Lemme just say! (Yeah) Bitches gonna pay! (Yeah) If they steal my bae! *Points to Simon*

Cosette: I’m Cosette! (Yeah) These curls are poppin’! (Yeah) Don’t try to touch ‘em! (Yeah) ‘Cause I’ll show you the bin!

Jean: My name is Jean! (Yeah) A Broadway Baby! (Yeah) See that starring role? (Yeah) Played by your’s truly!

Adrien follows them to the gym and is impressed by what he believes to be a cheer squad as he thought Latrelle didn’t have a squad

Adrien offers his talents, but one slip of the tongue results in a big NO because he called them a cheer squad when they are a dance crew, there is a difference, and Jean is more than happy to explain through song

Instead, they let Sabrina join as she’s been taking dance classes in secret over the years and is pretty good

But enough about that!

Luka, the school’s go-to musician for parties and school events takes pity on Adrien and invites him to the school’s favorite eating establishment… Where Jean just so happens to work

Adrien tries to make amends, but Jean’s having none of it. It’s only when Adrien defends him from a group of entitled rich girls that he gains Jean’s respect… But he’s still not in the crew

However! He does have a challenge for him… Adrien has to dance with the crew at a party Friday night, wearing… The mascot suit

After a shaky start, Adrien kills it in the suit thanks to some backup from Luka – and an impressed Jean gives him an official spot on the dance crew

Meanwhile at DuPont…

Neither Rose nor Lotta can be the captain. Rose suddenly doesn’t have the grades, and Lotta has mono. By rules of succession, Louis is now captain

Of course, Adrien is suspicious when he hears the news and decides to head back to check up on his old squad… Only to find that Louis has copied his hairstyle

Rose and Lotta think he is just being paranoid, and Marinette isn’t listening to him, so Adrien shares his troubles with Sabrina, who explains that Louis’ mom is on the school board and decided on the redistricting

After a lot of screaming, Adrien realizes the only way to get back at Louis is by assembling a squad at Latrelle and defeating him at Nationals

Act Two!

Adrien approaches Jean about creating a cheerleading squad at Latrelle, and they’re reluctant at first until Adrien quickly lies and says that Nationals includes scholarships for each winning member, and a chance to be on live television

Jean lets the rest of the crew know, and the decision is final… They’re forming a squad! But! They need way more members

So, in addition to Jean, Adrien, Cosette, Denise, and Sabrina, Nathaniel, Ivan, Juleka, Spinelli, Austin A, Nino, and Ismael join the squad. But it was NOT easy

Juleka only joined when they mentioned the scholarship, Ismael was promised pants for his uniform, Nathaniel is hoping to catch the eye of the soccer team captain, Ivan needs extracurriculars, Nino’s in it for the tv appearances, Spinelli gets to show off his choreography, and Austin A heard how some of his favorite celebrities were cheerleaders

During the team’s first practice, Spinelli has some routines planned, but many of the moves would get points deducted by the judges, so he has to stick to classic shit

A week later at the regional competition, DuPont watches Latrelle perform. Everyone except Marinette and Louis is wowed, but Marinette is smugly convinced that DuPont will win

Though, Latrelle wins enough points for a Nationals spot, and they take second to DuPint

Back at Latrelle, Marc, after soccer practice, asks Nathaniel out, but he doesn’t say anything and just runs to the gym where he meets up with Cosette and Nino, who are helping Austin T and Myléne out with the same problem

The two stage a quick intervention and tell them that it’s no big deal when it comes to their insecurities

Cosette: Now you go find those boys and tell them you’re free Friday night!

Myléne: Gosh darn it, you’re right!

Nino: Whoa! Language!

Nathaniel goes after Marc and tells him that he wants to go out

Later that evening, Luka asks Adrien out on a picnic date on the cliffs above the town, and although Adrien is reluctant since he’s… Somewhat still dating Marinette, he accepts

And as he's getting ready for his not-date, he can't help but feel even more guilty for the lie he told the squad when he looks at a group photo of them on his dresser

Meanwhile with the Squad!

Juleka: Do you guys think a smokey eye will clash with the uniform?

Cosette: Hon, it’s your makeup, you go for it.

Austin A: Keep all that black stuff outta my eye. If there’s not a trace of glitter, I don’t even want it.

Nathaniel: *Stretching with Ivan and Nino* And then he bought me my favorite caramel frappe! God! I never want this to end!

Nino: Dude, that’s great! At this rate, you’re gonna end up being the school’s power couple.

Ismael: *On his phone* Huh… That’s weird.

Spinelli: What’s up?

Ismael: I’m checking out the website for Nationals, but I don’t see any information on the scholarships.

Jean: Check under rules and regulations.

Ismael: Did, don’t see it.

Ismael: Well, that’s weird. Now, why would they not have any information on the scholarships when Adrien told us they had scholarships?

Squad: …

Juleka: He didn’t.

Austin A: He did.

Ivan: Oh, yeah.

Cosette: Who did what?

Nathaniel: Adrien lied to us.

Cosette: Ooh… I’m gonna bitch slap him.

When going to meet up with Luka, Adrien runs into the furious crew, who all discovered that he lied, and the squad breaks up

Upset and disgusted with himself, Adrien shows up for the date with Luka, just to tell him what he did so Luka can cut all ties with him

To his surprise, Luka tries comforting him, and encourages Adrien to stop worrying so much about his mistakes, and to also apologize. It probably won't make things better, but it'll be a way to acknowledge his mistakes

Meanwhile, the DuPont squad discuss the dissolution of the Latrelle squad, and Marinette privately celebrates being made captain with Louis, all by using diabolical means

Louis has his status as captain while Marinette is really the one in control. Louis blackmailed is mom into transferring Adren, he had Max hack into the school system to give Rose a failing grade by threatening Markov, and infected Lotta with mono by pushing her in the un-disinfected school pool

At Latrelle, Nathaniel sports a hickey courtesy of his new boyfriend

During what is now dance practice, Adrien confronts them and offers a profuse, pained apology

Eeryone is still hurt by the lie, but they do mention the joy their hard work brought to them

Juleka: ... I'm not gonna lie. What you did was fucked up, but... It felt nice to be noticed for once.

Nathaniel: Yeah, and... I guess this helped me be more of an extrovert. There. I said it.

Cosette: I still wanna slap you... But I had fun.

And to Adrien's own surprise, he realizes that he stopped caring about Nationals or getting back at Louis a while ago

Despite their conflicting feelings, Jean confesses that they miss Adrien as well and the Squad decides to continue working together, meaning Nationals is back on

At Nationals, DuPont's squad performs their routine exceptionally

As the squad recovers, Marinette runs into Adrien and is stunned to find the Latrelle squad in their uniforms

Adrien, realizing that their relationship wasn't the best during the bus ride, breaks things off with Marinette, but she barely reacts and goes off on a rant while inadvertently revealing her actions and justifying her actions by claiming she got DuPont first place, which, in her mind, is more important than sportsmanship or their "relationship"

Now on the mat, Latrelle offers an exuberant, mind-blowing routine that breaks many of the fundamental rules of cheerleading, but inspires wild applause from the arena

The squad is sure they won, but then Sabrina breaks the news to them, that they had broken many rules and gone outside of bounds multiple times

Nino: Oh... Shit.

Spinelli: Yeah, we really should have read the rules.

Denise: There were bounds?

Jean: Well, whatever happens, we will take it with grace and poise.

When the results are read, Latrelle has won Nationals.

Jean: YEAH! WE FUCKING WON!

[keldae]

Trick or treat! 🎃 (I hope you scared at least a few customers today!)

Tragically, the ones I wanted to scare the worst (aka the ENTITLED JERKS WHO MADE ME CLOCK OUT 40 MINUTES LATE) didn't seem phased at all by Noxy giving them deathstares. But at least my makeup looked good! ;) Going off what you posted about agent/consular, and how Mairen and Reanden own a good part of my soul now... let's catch up on what these two idiots have been doing in the last couple of years that hasn't been documented on Tumblr or AO3, but IS canon fact in Google Docs or in the SWTOR RP circles! - Both Mai and Reanden faked their deaths to extract themselves from their postings in the Empire as SIS operatives. Reanden left first (otherwise he would have gotten killed for real) and then Mai followed almost a year later. - They've since gotten married and are now happily living on Corellia, near to Mai's family. Mai's mother, Ruari, *loves* Reanden. - They tried formal retirement from their SIS roles, and that lasted about two and a half days (if we're being generous). So now they've agreed to head up a Corellian-based task force dedicated to protecting Corellia by protecting the Republic. (Xaja, Korin, and Pub!Sorand have all joined this task force too.) - Thanks to a couple of very impressive d20 rolls, Mai beat the odds and got pregnant, and now she and Reanden have baby Calen Taerich, who's about 6 months old and has completely charmed the pants off of everyone he's met so far. - Mai is still on light(ish) duties post-baby, but she's taken back up with being Commanding Officer of Task Force Jade (aka the in-game guild). Reanden is her XO, when he's not on Coruscant, giving lectures and training new recruits for the SIS.