#like monster is just objectively one of the worst energy drinks

[404shcats]

Genuinely so glad I stopped drinking monster -Party

[casliveblog]

Custom Toonami Block Week 195 Rundown

The Witch from Mercury: The gang’s all here and it’s the final roundup before the attack on the Death Star. There’s this kinda funny scene where the Space UN tests trying to fight outside the Wifi Net Quiet Zero has and their shield is impervious to energy and takes control of any guided missiles they throw, like I know bullets are illegal in space because it’s basically zero gravity pollution and that gets messy real fast but you might wanna try it just this once. Anyway Miorine’s in full blanket burrito mode and Guel challenges Suletta to an Utena duel and I’m not entirely sure why he’s doing this. Like I don’t wanna say he throws the duel because that would be kind of an insult to Suletta and all she’s done but the reason he gives is kind of that silly pride shit he’s supposed to have outgrown. So like I think he is trying but knows she’ll win regardless and free Miorine from the idea of being married to the strongest person chosen for her so she can meet with the person she already chose dressed in the champion’s regalia she deserves. The two finally meet and have a very nice conversation that kinda converges their character arcs, Suletta has to act even if it’s hopeless because she can’t live with doing nothing, and Miorine has to overcome her fear of making mistakes that get people killed by letting Suletta risk her life and taking decisive action on her own. The part I really like about the next bit is they plan to send Chuchu’s suit in without wifi enabled so Quiet Zero can’t do shit to it like sending an old landline computer in to infilitrate a wifi network and they compare it to driving while blindfolded which is EXACTLY what Chuchu did in her intro, like that’s some beautiful foreshadowing, I kinda love how on the nose it is. Suletta clears the test of not fucking dying when they strap her into the Monster Energy Drink Gundam and Miorine closes a deal with Shadiq so they can have all their character arc cameos ready for the Hopes & Dreams Save the World final battle. Lauda picked the absolute worst time to fight it out with Guel about killing their dead in giant unpainted mobile suits and Suletta charges in determined to communicate with Eri and Prospera, good shit.

Ranma ½: A lot of this first episode really plays around with the dramatic irony of the premise which is kind of a double-edged sword since if most people know anything about Ranma as a series it’s the premise. Trans Icon Ranma Saotome was cursed to turn into a girl whenever he’s dipped in water and turns back into a boy when dipped in hot water, with his dad doing the same but he becomes some sort of Kung Fu Panda, what a ridiculous idea. I like how tongue in cheek the cursed springs are like they’re literally just a hundred different premises for various anime about cursed people and Ranma just happened to get the only one that gives him massive tits. Anyway now the main story kicks in where Ranma and Genma are returning from China, having for some reason picked NOW for the time his genderfluid son has to engage in an arranged power marriage instead of figuring out the whole ‘am I okay with sometimes having tits or do I wanna get the curse broken’ deal. There’s three choices but realistically the only one Ranma has any chemistry with and the only one with any interest in running a dojo is comedically overpowered Akane. They go through a whole thing of showing how Ranma’s ridiculously faster than her but they don’t touch on if he’s actually stronger since she seems to just kinda have the kind of sociopathic superstrength that makes beating the shit out of someone with a random background object funny, like she’s Shizuo Heiwajima without the invulnerability. Problem being Akane has some massive misandry issues and sees Ranma as a man first and feels lied to about him introducing himself as a woman (I feel like there’s some trans subtext there, I don’t generally like pushing that on things where people almost certainly weren’t thinking like that at the time but it is worth noting that it does kinda line up nicely) meanwhile Ranma has some complicated feelings about it given he really did want to be friends with Akane and bonded with her over fighting but feels his gender got in the way in the end. Some complex emotional stuff right off the bat and I am kinda here for it even if these people seem to take a crazy amount of baths since we have to do the ‘they walk in on each other naked’ bit like three times in the same night. But yeah, interesting start, I know a lot of this is gonna be slapstick and fanservice but I am kinda interested in how the gender issues and the psychological stuff is handled given their relationship has hit such a roadblock right away and both feel betrayed by the other. I remember a lot of the Inuyasha filler kinda defaulted to “Kagome’s right because she’s mad and the mad person is always right” but if I recall the canon stuff was a bit more nuanced and of course the ‘women are always right’ tropes is kind of challenged when Ranma is also sometimes a woman so we’ll see how that goes.  

Castlevania: We’re like three episodes from the end so it seems to be a weird time to be building up a new villain in Varney and especially in Ratko but a good chunk of the episode is just them shouting their philosophies at each other. Now that Hector and Isaac’s plots are wrapped up there’s an odd tacked-on feeling to the more episodic plot of resurrecting Dracula. Still, Alucard’s starting to regrow some of his humanity now that survivors have started staying at the castle and it’s clear he’s not willing to even begin processing all the fucked up shit his dad did and what he had to do to stop him but needing to actually store people in the castle is kind of forcing his hand a bit. Meanwhile Germain’s setting up Hector’s portal magic in weirdly conspicuous spots around paintings and eventually plants the end point on the spot where Dracula died so yeah that’s gonna be a mess. Last but not least Trevor and Sypha finally make it down to the court of miracles and find the royalty is fucking dead and this girl that’s been taxing everyone is just crazy and… yeah that was kind of obvious from the start, they kinda play with how insane she is but honestly she’s just kinda the worst, it’s just kind of a ‘Cool story, still despotism’ situation but before anybody can worry about getting the citizens any actual help Ratko barges in with his demon dogs to presumably look for the incredibly powerful broken magical thing Trevor’s been muttering in the corner about for the past ten minutes.

Dandadan: Momo is a very un-average girl that no one understands and gets into a fierce dork-off with local nerd Ken after her boyfriend dumped her and the two resolve to call the other one’s supernatural beliefs stupid, with Ken believing in aliens and Momo believing in ghosts, welp turns out they’re both right and we have a Gintama style anachronism soup right here. Momo reveals her adoptive grandmother is a Monogatari-style ghost asskicker whose general weirdness alienated her from Momo even though she loves her. Meanwhile Ken’s just a fucking lonely-ass dude who wanted alien friends since he was also literally alienated and the two aren’t so different. Ken ends up getting cursed by an old lady ghost that steals his dick and gives him superpowers while Momo gets captured by Pixie Aliens that want to sexually assault her because this is still an anime and we gotta have someone in their underwear in the first episode. Points for subversion though as it turns out Ken’s ghost powers are kinda berserker and useless while Momo gets esper powers from the alien drugs unlocking her latent chi and is able to basically turn into Tatsumaki from One Punch Man and blow up the whole fucking spaceship. So yeah, good opening, aliens are defeated but they still have to deal with Ken’s curse and stop him from going crazy while they sort out his whole deal. Really neat start, reminds me of when I watched the first episode of Jujutsu Kaisen and they’re laying the emotional groundwork while not cleaning up the initial encounter right away, it’s always a vibe to see those initial few grounded episodes before things start getting really crazy.

Delicious in Dungeon: The group has finally become level 4 friends and unlocked Senshi’s tragic backstory. Turns out when Senshi was a kid his group got trapped in the dungeon looking for gold and ended up running out of food and getting picked off by a Griffin. All of that would be enough to traumatize Senshi but what’s worse is his leader fet him some of the supposed griffin meat right after getting into a heated argument with their last surviving member so Senshi’s not sure if he really ate a Griffin or he ended up being a cannibal and really enjoying it. Once he was left alone he made friends with the orcs and grew up in the dungeon, finding that even though he could physically leave it, too much had happened for him to ever be able to mentally leave it. So now the group make a fun cooking adventure out of the question “Is Senshi a cannibal?” and there’s some shenanigans but short answer is no he’s not, the dwarves were just bad at monster classification and they ate a Hippogriff instead and as convenience has it, the griffin they killed was actually a transformed hippogriff (good because having another pinned sidequest would kinda wreck the pacing). Now that all that’s wrapped up, the party’s also transformed by the mushrooms that got the Hippogriffin and all swap races, shenanignas ensue. It’s pretty funny watching everyone weigh the pros and cons of their new race but given it’s not what they’ve trained to specialize in all their lives, it’s a major disadvantage for most of them. Now they’ve reached the Skyrim Steampunk Dwarven ruins and before they end up having to fight any steampunk golems they camp out and have some dumplings and try to figure out a way to change back.

Gleipnir: Shuuichi is an average kid that no one understands (Hey, had to play that straight once this week) and he’s actively burying his talents in some Yoshikage Kira-esque attempt to be seen as normal, except instead of cutting off hands and summoning punching ghosts he turns into a dog mascot that’s basically a shitty clumsy version of Inuyasha without the sword. He gets an enhanced sense of smell and is seemingly very sensitive to the scent of death when he stops a young girl from killing herself via arson and the Shinji Ikari factor kicks in and he wants to take her panties off because this is still an anime and we WILL have someone in their underwear in the first episode. So I expected Clair to be the key to the inevitable impending death game that involves transforming mascot characters but no, turns out she’s just a suicidal girl and a jerk that blackmails Shuuichi (I mean to be fair he did sexually assault her so they’re both kinda jerks, idk who I’m supposed to be rooting for but Clair’s the more outwardly scummy out the gate) but they do end up getting attacked by another transforming assassin and will surely unravel said inevitable death game soon enough. Side note but my GOD this anime is horny, like obviously that’s not something I particularly mind given I just finished Konosuba and Ranma and Dandadan are on the block but this one’s different there’s a lot of underwear and panties and bras and shit for no real reason and it just feels like it’s just there to be voyeuristic and wish-fulfillment as opposed to adding flavor or character or even comedy, like ngl Clair’s hot don’t get me wrong but the fanservice here is so wild and blatant something kinda rubs me the wrong way since we’ve essentially got more panties than plot in the first episode.

Revolutionary Girl Utena: We pick up right where we left off last time with Saiyonji being exepelled and going presumably on his own Chazz Princeton rich boy humbling arc like Guel. This whole episode we see how two-faced Touga can be as he promises to care for Saiyonji’s safe passage and immediately burns his diary and how he pretends to not know what’s going on despite having an Aizen-like plan for this whole thing. Turns out he’s the next up to fight Utena but he still hasn’t healed, luckily there’s another Skywalker to come fight the pink-haired anime girl. Nanami’s pissed at Utena for getting Touga injured and Utena just kinda takes it since she’s feeling a little guilty too. Her whole demeanor towards Touga is softer and more awkward for a lot of the episode and she feels like if she can just thank him she can get it off her chest. At Touga’s birthday party they try to talk but Nanami steps in to shove them away and we get intermittent flashbacks of her giving Touga a kitten for his birthday when they were little which thanks to the cosmic parallel factor of the Utena world is what Anthy got him this year. They really do some work to make Nanami seem like a genuine threat again and that’s a hard sell given we’ve had several straight episodes of her failing Team Rocket style and getting trampled by elephants. Still the flashbacks reveal she fucking killed the original cat since he liked it too much despite her earnest hardwork in giving it to him being the reason he liked it in the first place, like that crosses the line between comedically crazy girl to genuine nutcase. Either way this all proceeds according to Touga’s plan and he crowns Nanami as the next duelist and she and Utena will fight. The actual duel’s kind hilariously quick but Nanami’s not here to marry Anthy she just wants to straight up kill Utena and comes out for blood. Eventually they get her restrained and Touga gets the info he needs to fight Utena next, also Nanami kinda looks better with her hair down, damn.

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Blood of Empires Chapter 6

The unusual chill that permeates her bones eases once she passes through the city’s gates; Lucretia pauses briefly to look behind her at the gate between her and the wilds of Skyrim. ‘I still feel like a child; jumping at shadows and noises.’ Lucretia already has monsters that stalk the depths of her mind that she willfully ignores, she doesn’t have the time nor the energy for more. 

With a sigh, she shakes her head and continues down the path leading through the market and head’s for Arcadia’s shop. This late in the day, Arcadia has already closed up and headed home for the evening so Lucretia lets herself in with the spare key provided to her. She wastes no time in organizing her flowery load into designated jars, bowls and shelves. Lucretia cleans the alchemy table and sweeps before setting out the tools and instruments Arcadia will need in the morning. 

She tidies up the rest of the shop before locking back up and heading to the Bannered Mare for supper, she was feeling extra needy by wanting to spend more time around people instead of hidden away in her tiny closet-converted room at the temple.

The hum of a lute and loud chatter greets her as soon as the door opens followed by a gust of warm air. Almost immediately Hulda catches sight of her standing in the doorway and she calls out a greeting, “Come on in. Let me know if you need anything, or take a seat by the fire and I'll send someone over.” 

Feeling encouraged, Lucretia grabs the open seat with a stool next to the fire pit. She doesn’t wait long before Saadia approaches her to take her order and she rushes off again–her gait always drawing Lucretia’s eye for some odd reason but as usual she ignores it in favor of more important thoughts, such as when will she be leaving for Windhelm. It doesn’t take long before she has her supper and a goblet of wine, both filling her belly with bliss. The thrum of the lute and the steady stream of patrons bustling about and chattering was soothing; after some time, Lucretia allows herself to be pulled into a conversation with Carlotta.

"Life's hard enough with all these men propositioning me. But that bard is the worst." Carlotta sighs in exasperation, shaking her head. 

Lucretia halts a sip of her mead and blinks in surprise, “Someone is giving you trouble?” 

Carlotta gestures with her head without turning to look at the object of her annoyance. "That bard Mikael is begging for a dagger up against his throat, the way he goes on about me. I've heard him boasting, saying he'll 'conquer me as a true Nord conquers any harsh beast.' Hmph." Her scowl deepens. 

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that. Has anyone told him to stop?” 

"I can take care of myself. A Nord woman learns how to handle a few idiot men early in life. You’d best learn too, before he sets his sights on you." Lucretia didn’t have time to feel the unease build at the thought that she could be harassed too before said person of annoyance seems to have been summoned like a Daedra to Carlotta’s side. 

“My dearest Carlotta, was that my name on your sweet lips?” Mikael smirks at the women before him as if he had won some prize. 

The prior unease vanishes and annoyance takes its place. Lucretia had only ever seen him from a relative distance and he always seems to be attempting to charm women and horribly boasting about himself. Thankfully the times she had chosen to visit the Bannered Mare, it was always in the company of Ria and Farkas–one glare from Farkas always sent him scampering to the other side of the inn. Unfortunately, this was not the case tonight.

Undeterred by their looks of disdain, Mikael took up a seat next to Carlotta on the bench, leaning closer to her, “You look absolutely stunning today. May I buy you a drink?"

Carlotta leans away from him while trying to maintain a calm voice and says, “I'm not interested.”

Mikael chuckles. "Now, now, no need to be so cold. I was just hoping to share a drink with a beautiful woman and her equally beautiful friend."

Lucretia raises an eyebrow, an unimpressed look passes between both women.

"I simply don't have any interest in you. And neither does my friend." Carlotta’s expression darkens. “Leave us be.”

Lucretia watches as her companion becomes increasingly annoyed with the bard, her voice pitching louder as he again moves closer to her. She was unsure how to intervene without causing a bigger scene–a few others pause in their conversations to see how this turns out. She could see Saadia glaring at Mikael from the doorway to the kitchen, if she wasn’t part of the situation she might have found it comical that the Redguard woman looked ready to hit him with a pot. 

Mikael chuckles again. "Oh, I see. Still playing hard to get, are we? I like a challenge." This time he went so far as to wrap his arm around Carlotta’s shoulder, tugging her against him. Lucretia was out of her chair just as Carlotta starts to yell, “Get off me, you-” her words cutting off as she was pulled backwards off the bench, the only reason she didn’t hit the ground was in thanks to Lucretia catching her hands as she flailed, holding her aloft. 

Everything is silent.

Lucretia pulls Carlotta to a stand and the older Imperial woman wraps an arm around her as she turns to see what was happening. There Mikael laid–his back hard against the stone with his legs still draped over the bench–and Vilkas glaring down at him, boot on his chest. “You’re asking for a beating, bard.”

Before anything worse can happen, Hulda calls out in a reprimanding tone, “No fighting inside!”

Vilkas grunts, removing his boot and forcefully pulling Mikael to his feet like he was a ragdoll. “It seems our resident bard needs to learn to keep his hands to himself. Leave them alone.”

Mikael accepts his loss as it stands glaring in his face. “Whoa. Hey there. I didn’t mean to make you upset. On my honor, Carlotta won’t have to worry about me again.”

“Both.”

Mikael’s face flitters with momentary confusion before he remembers the new, pretty Imperial in town who happens to be standing with his lady-love. “But sir, surely-” 

Vilkas practically growls as he pulls the bard’s face closer until they are nearly nose-to-nose, voice lowering. “Don’t test my patience, bard.” The remaining color saps from Mikael’s face the longer Vilkas glares at him with molten silver eyes. 

A line of sweat trails from his brow and dips below his jaw, Mikael drily attempts to clear his throat. “Y-yes, of course. I… I will never bother these ladies again. You have my word.” 

“Good, because if I hear otherwise I know where to find you.” With a shove, Vilkas pushes him away allowing Mikael to fall back to the floor with a thump, and turns to Lucretia and Carlotta. Now that the confrontation ends without a fight, the rest of the patrons turn back to their prior conversations. Mikael quietly picks himself up and sulks to the furthest corner from them.

He glances over to Carlotta, assessing her rumpled dress but altogether she is alright; she gives him an assuring nod and thanks him for his intervention before excusing herself for the rest of the night after hushed words into the Imperial’s ear which she nods in agreement. He pretends to not hear the exchange.

After she leaves, Vilkas meets the girl’s eyes and gestures for her to return to her seat while he claims the spot at the bench. “Farkas will be upset to know you’ve become the source of some trouble.” 

Not the response she was expecting, Lucretia sits flabbergasted as Vilkas gratefully accepts a mead from an even more grateful Saadia. He watches her over the rip as he drinks, his silver eyes having lost its hard edge but their intensity remains.  

“I didn’t cause any trouble!” 

Vilkas hums, one corner of his lips tugging up in mild amusement. “Didn’t seem that way to me.”

Deciding it wasn’t worth arguing, Lucretia takes a moment to study the twin she has never spoken with before. He was always dressed in his armor when she saw him but now he was dirty and flaking with dried blood from someone unfortunate to be on the wrong side of his blade. 

“You’ve just returned from a mission?” 

For a brief moment his face twists into scowl, she assumes he became self-conscious at the mention of his dirty appearance but it quickly evens out. “Something like that. Good thing that you're in the city, the companions got word of vampire attacks in the valley. Farkas, Aela and Skjor are still out making sure we finished them off.”

The heat of the fire did stop the return of cold dread, now she had an answer to why she felt like she was being followed. “I thought-” Lucretia takes a sip of her wine, hoping to ease the tightness that has crawled its way up her throat. Vilkas watches her like he already knows.

“I was out there today. On my way back I felt like I was being followed and there were weird noises, it sounded like a.. Like something, maybe a wolf, killed another animal? But not quite. I wasn’t expecting-” She continues to ramble.

Vilkas listens as the little Imperial’s heart races, thumping in fear of what almost certainly happened to her. He felt pity for her, the girl–woman–was as skittish as a hare. ‘Thin too.’ If he hasn’t seen her hard at work collecting herbs for Arcadia and making potions as well as tending to wounds in the temple, he’d think she merely sat around like some docile wife to some milk-drinking nobleman and something about that sat weirdly with him. 

He times his interjection so it didn’t seem as if he wasn’t paying attention to her words. “Have you ever considered learning to wield a blade?”

The question was enough to cause her to stop rambling and ponder his words. Her thoughts now on his question was already enough to work on calming her racing heart. 

“Ah… No. I was also more partial to learning magic and spellcraft as a child–not that my brother or Grandmother would have ever considered the idea of me wielding a blade. Then I… Well to be frank, I got distracted by a boy.”

Vilkas chuckles at her admission, “Normally, it would be the boy getting distracted by the girl and slacking off.”

He watches as Lucretia’s eyes take on a faraway gaze as she turns away from him to stare into the fire, a soft smile on her lips but it was bitter. “That was still the case, I was every bit of a distraction for him as he was for me. He wasn’t much interested in learning how to wield a sword or any kind of weapon for that matter. The dreams he had… they were big dreams, especially for a child. He wanted to help people, make their lives easier.”

“He was your sweetheart?” Curiosity peaked even though he felt a mild annoyance for this unknown boy.

Her bitter smile dips into a frown. “Yes, we were to be married.” 

Vilkas pushes just a bit more, “You don’t seem happy about that. What happened?” 

“He died.” The words come out in a whisper, so low that if his hearing was not heighted by his beastblood he would not have heard her. Tears rim her eyes but she swipes them away before they could fall and takes another sip of her wine. 

She clears her throat. “But that was a long time ago.” 

Vilkas doubts that. She was younger than him and if he had to guess, it was more than a ten year age gap. The boy’s death was probably as recent as five years or so, fresh enough to hurt but far enough to mention it in front of a relative stranger. Then again, his brother spends much of his time in her company so perhaps his face is enough for her to forget that they are not as close as she and Farkas seem to be. ‘Is this something they have discussed before?’

Vilkas decides to stop pushing his luck with this line of questioning and directs the conversation back to her immediate family–namely this brother she mentioned. That was enough to get her going for a while, she regales him with stories of their youth and the mishaps they seemed to get in. In turn, he shares some of his own. They too are twins but whereas she was shorter and displayed more Imperial features, her brother–Val, a nickname of sorts but he thought it was rather childish for a man–was tall and broad like a Nord. Everything else about them is identical.

Vilkas could not help but focus on the similarities between them. She was more interested in knowledge the same as he, while their own brothers prefer to simply take a sword to their obstacles. While he didn’t like how skittish she was, he could understand the pull Farkas felt around her. He could sit here all night talking to her, he wouldn’t mind if they met for dinner regularly just to talk. She was also quite pretty to look at.  Before it became too late, he walked her back to the temple before bidding her a goodnight. He was looking forward to talking with her again. And a bath, by the Gods he feels disgusting.

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AN: Another shorty!

Find the story on AO3 here

[chainbakery]

,, battle high, part one .

note; my english isn't the best so i might have mistook this for something else, i tried to do some research but didn't find anything, so i just kept these being related to battles and such,,, gn! reader, can be read as platonic or romantic.

The shortest hero looked at you while he tried to control his own breath. The battle had just finished, and it hadn't been an easy one. Yet, luckily, none of you were too injured. The worst was Wild, as he had been a bit reckless again.

Since Twilight and Hyrule were with the cook, he decided to stick close to you. Your hands were still shaking, your body trying to calm down after fighting for who knows how long.

"Here." He handed you a potion, as you had a cut on your arm that could be infected easily if you didn't treat it. You did your best to calm your breath.

"Thank you." You took the bottle and drank the position, cringing at its taste. It made you feel much better though, and the bitter taste made it easier for you to calm down.

"You fought really well, but I think I should make you another weapon." Four pointed to your current one. You didn't break them as fast as Wild, but that one was already starting to break.

"That would be nice." You smiled, and he did the same. The blond sat by your side, waiting for the others to finish making sure everyone was alright before continuing your journey.

"Are you sure you're okay?" The traveler asked, kneeling beside you, he sounded a bit concerned.

Not long after the battle ended, you had fallen to the ground. It startled the others, but they could see that the main reason was because you had spent too much energy in your fight.

Hyrule had decided to check on you while the others searched for the potions, to see how many they had left and if they had to go to the nearest village for supplies.

"Yeah, I just..." You let out a deep sigh, trying to calm down and ignore how your body ached and screamed for rest as you forced yourself into a sitting positon.

"I'm just a bit tired, but no bad injuries." You managed to answer. You had a few scratches and cuts, a few bruises too, but there wasn't anything serious enough to worry about.

The hero chuckled, relieved, he didn't like it when you got too hurt. "I'll help you until we find a good place to rest. You look like you may end up fainting if I don't." You didn't even try to deny it, and accepted the hand he had offered to help you up.

"Do you even use your brain?" He snapped at the same time he gave you a potion, searching for another one as soon as you grabbed the bottle.

"It's not that bad, I just focused a bit too much-" The veteran cut you off by moving the hand that had the potion to your mouth, forcing you to drink it.

"Fighting isn't just defeating the enemy. You have to make sure you don't end up too injured, who knows if more enemies could appear?" You looked at the floor, quietly drinking and taking the other bottle, knowing that he wasn't wrong.

You had focused too much on defeating the monsters, not paying attention to how injured your body was. Legend didn't like that at all, obviously.

"Here." You felt him grab your free hand and drop something slightly cold on it. You looked at the object, seeing a ring resting on your hand and almost dropped the bottle in your other hand.

Before you could say anything, the hero continued. "It's for protection, we can't keep wasting so many potions on you just because you're so reckless." You felt like that was mainly an excuse, but you didn't comment on it.

[peachhcs]

Love Languages Pt. 2

Pairing: Luke Patterson x reader

Summary: Pt.2 to Luke asking you what Love Languages are

Warnings: talk of drinking and cheating but that’s it

Word Count: 1.6k

Here is part two that you all have been asking for! I deeply apologize for how long it took me to get this up, school is really kicking my butt. I have a bunch of people asking to be on my taglist and I’m currently in the works of making one so comment or reblog or something telling me you want to be on my taglist! Make sure you specifiy for my series or for small blurbs/oneshots like this or both! 

Thank you so much for the amazing feedback! I love the comments and y’all are so amazing! 

I’m not sure if this will have a part 3?? but let me know if you want one haha. I won’t be tagging anyone in this because my tags got lost in my notifications, so if you want to be tagged again, make sure you read above! :)

PART 1

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You didn’t mean to avoid Luke, it just kind of happened. Junior Year was no joke and it felt like every night and every weekend you had piles of homework to get done, so you sort of drifted from going to Julie’s house everyday. She didn’t mind, she understood just as much and kept you updated on how the band was doing. However, you still felt guilty for avoiding the boys. You were worried that Luke would think he scared you away by touching you, but you were feeling the exact opposite. You wanted to explore more and find out more but here you were, in your room at 12am trying to finish this nagging essay that was due in 8 hours. 

You felt your eyelids growing heavy but you shook your head, trying to keep yourself awake. The 3 monster drinks on your nightstand said enough about how much you were trying to keep yourself awake. You had 2 paragraphs left but you knew you were at a losing battle with yourself. The way your eyes were just glazing over at this point and rereading the same sentence over and over was becoming a very evident indication that you needed sleep. Before you could even think about quitting for the night, there was a noise from the side of your room and a grunt. Your eyes quickly darted over to where the noise came from and there stood Luke with that magenta pull over that you really liked. 

“Luke?” His eyes quickly darted over to you, clearly surprised to still see you awake.

“Y/n..hey..” He started and you pushed your laptop away to give him your full attention. 

“What are you..doing here?..” You weren’t really sure why he was here and you felt a small bit of tension in the room from avoiding him for the past few weeks. 

“I uh..came to see you..” His voice was small and you pushed your eyebrows together in confusion. 

“At 12 in the morning?..” You knew ghosts didn’t really sleep but it was still a strange sight to see Luke in your bedroom this late at night. 

“Yup..” He trails off and pushes his glance down to the floor. You raised your eyebrow, knowing he wasn’t telling you the whole truth. You two were still best friends after all, so you could read him like an open book. 

“Luke, seriously. What are you doing here?” You ask trying to push an answer out of him. He finally meets your gaze again and you see his small expression on his face.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” 

You blinked a few times at his bluntness. This time you were the one to avoid his gaze. You picked at your fingernails slightly, knowing Luke was watching you and waiting for an answer. 

“I don't mean too.. School’s been tough and stuff.” You say cringing at how lame that sounded even though it was true. Luke stayed silent for a moment, trying to decide if you were lying to him or not. You avoided his eyes and kept your glance locked on the floor. 

“Did I do something wrong? Did I overstep by touching you? I didn’t mean to scare you or anything..” Luke trails off and you frown. You quickly shake your head to tell him no.

“No, no, no. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve just been really swamped with homework..” You grimace to yourself for coming back to your really lame excuse. You watch as Luke steps a little closer, testing the waters. When you don’t object to him moving closer, he takes a slow seat on your bed beside you. 

“You look tired..” He points out, gently reaching to touch your cheek. It warms both of your bodies as your skin makes contact. His hands were..warm..and comforting. You weren’t sure what you expected but it definitely wasn't this. Who knew ghosts were warm? 

“I told you I’ve been swamped with homework.” You chuckle and this time Luke chuckles along with you. He gently pulls his hand away and folds them into his lap. You stare down at your feet for a few moments trying to figure out what to say next. This felt like completely new territory the two of you were exploring and by the energy and growing tension in the room; this was a little bit scary. 

“Do you think you know..why we can..touch?” You ask hesitantly. Julie was filling you in here and there at school, but it wasn’t much and they didn’t seem to come up with anything as to why you had the “powers” too. 

“No..it’s still all confusing. We think Julie’s mom has something to do with us being connected to Julie but we don’t know about you.” Luke says, side eyeing you and you weren’t sure if that was a hint for you to talk about your past or not.  

You didn’t really open up about your past. No one had ever really asked so you never really talked. Julie knew a little bit, she knew that your mom and dad fought a lot and you didn’t like being at home that much, but that was about it. You didn’t talk about it further than that, so when you could feel Luke trying to dig into your past more, you shrugged. 

“My parents don’t talk much about stuff. I don’t know.” You say, keeping it short and simple. Luke frowns a little at your answer, but he knows not to push so he doesn’t. The two of you sit in more silence beside one another. You picked at your finger nails while Luke’s eyes travelled around your room. 

“I ran out on my mom. She didn’t believe in my dream and though dropping out of high school was the worst possible idea. We got into a fight and I ran out. That was the last time I saw her face to face. I died before I could make amends with her.” You glance at Luke, surprised at his openness. Even though you guys were best friends, talking about stuff like this was kind of off limits. The memory hurt too much so you never talked about at home, parent problems. 

“Wow..I’m sorry. That must have been hard on both of you.” You admit and Luke nods.

“It was, but Julie helped me make amends with them last year.” Luke smiles a little and you smile too. You knew his little story was a play to get you to start talking so you took in a little breath. 

“My dad cheated on my mom a few years ago with..a few other women. My mom keeps trying to make excuses for him to keep him around. They fight a lot because my dad doesn’t want to stay but my mom keeps pushing it. They’re both pretty heavy drinkers, too. It’s not a very good mix.” You explain. It felt weird to say it out loud, but it also felt nice to talk about it with someone.

“I’m really sorry, Y/n. I can’t imagine how difficult that is.” Luke empathizes but you only shrug. 

“It’s a good thing Julie let’s me come over so much. She’s been there for me for it all and I really love her for that.” You say, smiling at the thought of Julie’s friendship. You really couldn’t ask for a better best friend to get through it all. 

“Yeah, Julie’s really great. She does it all.” Luke laughs and you nod in agreement. More silence fills in between you two but it was comfortable silence. This time you lean your head on Luke’s shoulder and he pulls his arm around you to bring you closer. You could feel the tension slowly fading away. Sometimes all it took was one meaningful conversation to break the barrier. 

“Oh yeah, I saw these on my way over here and I thought you might like them.” Luke smiles and you watch as he digs into his pocket before pulling out a small bouquet of those pretty Aster flowers. You sit up a little, instantly recognizing them. They were your grandma’s favorite before she passed away when you were little. 

“Asters?” You ask and Luke glances at you a little surprised.

“Is that what they’re called? They’re really pretty.” Luke smiles and hands them to you. You smile, smelling them and instantly getting that fresh scent of your grandma’s house. 

“They are very pretty. Thank you.” You smile warmly and Luke smiles again. 

“Yeah, you’re welcome. They just reminded me of you.” Luke says and you chuckle. That was something your grandma had said to you a lot. 

“You should probably get going. It’s getting late and the boys are probably wondering where you are.” You chuckle, glancing at how much later it had gotten and you still had to wake up for school the next morning. 

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I’ll see you at Julie’s tomorrow?” Luke stands up and sends you a hopeful glance. You chuckle and nod a yes. 

“Yeah, see you there, Patterson.” Luke smiles at your response. You watch as he hesitates to leave for a moment and you’re about to question him when in one quick motion he plants a kiss on your cheek before poofing out. 

You sit there, a little stunned, before allowing a small blush to creep its way onto your cheeks. You got up to put your flowers in your little vase on your desk. It added a nice touch to your room. If Luke hadn’t come in to make you more alert, you would have missed it. On your desk by the vase was a small piece of paper with writing on it. Upon examining it further, it was one of the last notes your grandma had written to you before she passed away. You thought you had lost that somewhere in your numerous papers, but there it was, front and center on your desk. 

I will be with you, today, tomorrow, and forever. You just have to look for the signs - Grandma 

[ag3ntl3vi]

Hoodie X GN! Reader X Masky | “Rock Paper Sisscors” |☁️

This struck me at like, 3AM while listening to Devil in Diguise. I’ll probably write more parts to this tonight if im being honest. 

!Gender-Neutral reader!

Trigger Warnings: Sexual mentions. 

Word Count: 2,317

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"Can you go any slower?" You laughed, stopping to allow your friend to catch up. Sweat dotted her chocolatey forehead as she panted. 

"Yes! I can." She wheezed. "You're just too fast!" Taylor whined loudly, bending herself in half to try and catch her breath. You rolled your eyes and pulled her up, raising her arms over her head. 

"You'll breathe better this way," You told her, taking a step back and taking a long sip of your icy water. Taylor nodded her thanks and slowed her breathing gradually. 

        "Wanna keep going?" You asked as you wiped your mouth on your wrist. Taylor feriously shook her head. "I'll pass, (Y/n)." She whimpered. You put yout arms behind your head as you began to walk down the worn dirt bath. 

"That sucks," You murmered. "We were only 1/4th of the way done."

Taylor gaped at your cocky smirk. "And you do this everyday?"

You nodded. "Twice a day if I'm feelin' lucky," You winked and giggled. Taylor shook her head in disbelief. 

"You're a machine," She grumbled, jogging to your side. You could tell she was tired, but she was the one who asked to join you in your near-night run. She said she needed the exercise to get the perfect "summer body", even though it was fall. 

You hummed. "I didn't know they made sexy machines now." Taylor pushed away the urge to roll her eyes, though she desperately wanted to. She chose not to answer your stupid comment. You both started to walk back to your dorm and planned a junk food movie night. You had the feeling she wouldn't last, but you couldn't say no to her puppy face. You had to admit, you were a sucker for your best friend.          Taylor ended up chugging the rest of her and your water bottles greedily, but you didn't blame her. She was pretty out of shape. The darker skinned girl took a large gasp of fresh oxygen after finishing off your beverage. 

"Learn to breathe, my God," You snorted. She glared.

"I just ran a mile, you can shut your mouth, you fucking monster," She hissed playfully. 

School campus soon came into view after your bickering. Taylor grumbled about how badly her feet ached and how she was never running ever again. You parted ways at the dorm. Taylor wanted to get the living room set up for the movie and sent you out for snacks and drinks. You easily migrated to the everything store. That wasn't its actual name, you couldn't care to remember what it was, but the everything store seemed to suit the run down shop better. 

        You pushed thr glass double doors open, a cute bell ringing to announce your presence to the cashire, Michael. 

"(Y/n)!" He greeted with a smile. You returned the facial gester with a small wave of your own.          "What're you here for this time?" He leaned his head on his open palm, his eyes trained on your figure. You had your back turned to him as you read the movie names on the rack. 

"What does it look like?" You chuckles, plucking a familar title from the shelf. 'Kiki's Delivery Service', a childhood favorite of yours. Michael didn't verbally answer, he was too busy allowing his eyes to roam your every curve. 

His eyes snapped to the side when you turned around to wonder down the candy isle. You shoved a KitKat , snickers, and (f/c) into your arm (allowing an extra of your favored one into your pocket, shh) before you turned the corner, finding the energy drinks. With a childish grin you grabbed a few of the better Monster flavors. You knew you had popcorn at the dorm so you didn't bother trying to find a box here. 

        You decided to check out as quickly as possible, avoiding as much conversation with Michael as you could. He gave you the creeps. He always tended to make sexual remarks regarding your running outfit, like how your shorts made your ass look plump or how cute you looked with a flushed, tired expression. In general, he didn't seem like a good guy or influence, though Taylor took an odd interest in him. She always had shitty tastes in men. 

It was getting late, you noticed. The sun started to darken as students scrambled to their respected dorms or apartments off campus. You made your way to your room. The illuminated cobblestone path gave you the worst horror movie vibes, so to say you booked it was an understatement. As soon as you were inside the safe confindments of your dorms living area, you released a loud sigh of relief. You thought about taking the elevator up, but decided on the stairs to the third story. You were very grateful you were on a higher floor, to you it served as a lesser chance of being robbed or murdered. 

"I brought a movie, candy and monsters, come on, you filthy goblin." you called into the freakishly neat room. Taylor was a very, very messy person so you tended to pick up after her more than you'd happily admit. It didn't take long for you to set positions for certain objects in specific places. Example, your shoes stayed in a small, plastic, blue bin by the door. They didn't ever make it to the carpeted floor of the living room. You had a key rack by the door so your keys were never lost or misplaced and Taylor had insisted you needed a coat rack, so your bookbags and Taylor's purses hung there. Any extra blankets, pillows, and sheets were placed neatly in the spare closet. 

        "Monsters..?" Her brown head popped out from around the corner. 

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Taylor had passed out halfway through the movie, not that you were surprised. You pouted. You were very well use to it, but it wasn't any less disappointing when it happened. You carefully laid her on the couch, not bothering to wake her. She was a literal demon when she was woken up. You covered her body in a large, fluffy blanket before standing, pacing for a moment. 

You wondered back to your organized room and grabbed your large spray bottle you kept on your dresser. You stared down your mass of plants in your window seal and the few on your night stand and hanging from the ceiling before watering the ones that needed it, leaving your Rainbow Bush succulent alone. Satisfied, you grabbed your school jacket and your earbuds and phone before slipping your shoes on at the door. 

It was almost 1 before Taylor and you had finally settled enough to sit and watch the movie, so it was fairly late now. But, regretfully, your body was still pumped from the sugary drinks you consumed not long ago. You made a quick choice to go on a short run to tire yourself out a bit before retiring for the night. Sure, wasn't the best idea to go out at night, alone and defenceless, but you prided yourself in your speed if needed. Besides, you've done it before and you were obviously still alive!

You made your way to the dirt path you ran earlier in the day, struggling to remember a stupid songs name. You grinned when you figured it out and hurriedly played it. The opening played through your earbuds as you gently bobbed your head to the beat.

"There are boulders on my shoulders, collar bones begin to crack, there is very little left of me and it's never coming back," You sung softly along with 'Be nice to me'. An old, but greatly loved song from your middle school years. You began to run.

Your lips parted in a content smile as a phrase slipped past your teeth.

"You're a killer, and i'm your best friend. I think it's unfair, your situation," 

You began to bounce on the balls of your feet excitedly. "You say i'm changing! I'm sorry I didn't know I had to stay the same!" You jumped as your legs moved, your voice growing louder and bolder with every word thoughtlessly spilling out your mouth. You became unaware of the eyes watching your movements, head tilted in confusion. 

"Your voice is driving me insane!" You shouted, hopping more as you swished your head side to side, getting louder everytime the phrase was repeated. The last note rang through your ears and you let out a joyful that was quickly cut off. The overbearing feeling of being watched dawned on you. 

You jerked around and scanned the treeline, your eyes falling on a tall male facing you with a tilted head. You stared at him, confused before your gaze fell on the bloodied pipe dangling by his side. You fearfully and turned around, bolting in the direction the path led you to. You didn't have much time to understand why he was watching you, but you could hear his heavy footsteps crushing dead leaves as he raced after you. 

'Molly' blasted into your ears loudly, making you jerk in surprise. If you were going to die tonight, you were glad this was the song you'd die to. 

You could hear him distantly still chasing after you. Not to brag, but you could run a mile amd keep going onto the next without breaking too much of a sweat, though you'd be fairly tired.          Speaking of tired, you could feel the drousiness spreading to your head and deep down you knew that you couldn't keep the pace up for much longer. 

Sucking in a deep breath, you turned into the woods, lifting your feet high so you wouldn't be the stupid one to trip on a root and be killed first. That would be an embarrassing way to die and not even Molly could make it better, you concluded. 

So you did the most logical thing your sleepy brain could think of.

You climbed a fucking tree.

The man was a far enough distance for you to get a good amount of height between the two of you. You panted, your palms itching with needle-like pain from the rough and merciless bark, but pulled yourself up another branch and looked down. The man was panting heavily, bent over as he struggled to force air into his most likely burning lungs.  He stood up after a quick second, glaring up the tree at you.

Childishly, but overcome with a sense of acomplishment, you stuck your tongue out at him. 

Bad idea, you concluded when the guy's gloved fists clenched by his sides and he started to climb. 

You squealed. "No! Fuck off!" You shouted. "Pick another goddamn tree, you humanoid orange!" A growl ripped through your teeth as you glared fearfully at him.          To your surprise, he got down. He moved his head to stare at you before sitting indian style, his face pointed to you.

For the first time you had a proper look at him, and you weren't surprised. He looked like he came from a shitty horror movie. He wore an orange hoodie with a ski mask hiding his facial features, a red frowny face sitched into it. He had dark blue, wore out jeans and black boots that looked to be kept as clean as Taylor would keep her living space. 

'Best friend' Began to play quietly through your (f/c) earbuds and you forced down a snort at the timing. You were hoddled up in a tree while a guy who most likely wanted you dead watched from below. You shook your head and glanced at the dark sky.

'The stars are out' You thought as you spotted the little dipper, the big one wasn't far away from it's child. 

It only took about ten minutes for your easily distracted mind to get bored. You stared down at the hooded man as he drew in the dirt with his pipe. An idea struck you, a bad one, but an idea nevertheless. And it wasn't going to kill you, with a lot of hope, it may allow you to live another day. 

"Yo, tangerine!" He flinched at your loud voice, moving his head to stare at you. 

You held up a fist with your dominate hand, your opposite going under it, palm up and open.

"Wanna play rock, paper, sisscors before I die?" 

The man stilled before very, and I mean very slowly nodded. You allowed yourself to snort. Now you were going to play a childs game with a murderer. 

"Do you know how to play?" You called down. He nodded again and held up his hands. "Cool," You said.

The orange-clad killer was absolute shit at rock, paper, sisscors. He was even worse than your nephew, who was six and had the attention span of a squirell. Sometime in your game playing, you had moved yourself a few branches down to see him better in the dark woods. You now sat a branch above his head.          He didn't move much, but his shoulders seemed to slump.

You threw rock, again, and he threw sisscors. You gave an evil victory crackle whiele he glared gloomily at his open fingers.          "That was fun," You stretched your arms over your head, yawning. "Can I go now?" You calmly asked. 

He didn't move for a long while, looking between you and his gloved hands, the, back to you. Finally, he nodded. You hopped down, smiling widely. 

"Thanks," You said nervously. He was trying to kill you earlier, so you wouldn't be completely off guard around him. You started to shuffle around him cautiously. His arm shot out, grabbing your upper arm roughly. You flinched hard, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

This is it, You thought He changed his mind and wants to eat me!

Instead, you heard a deep voice whisper.

"You can leave if we can play again soon."

[phantasmagoriaoriginals]

Here There be Monsters: Mage Basic Intros (Part 1)

Hyousa

She/her, Red Mage.

Her history is fairly normal. While her mother died in Hyousa’s early childhood, she was close with her father and lived happily enough even after the loss. She joined the Organization willingly for the sake of making a difference in the world, even mostly unaware of how difficult that would be. Cream was given to her as a Familiar a couple years in. 

Cheerful, energetic, and persistently optimistic, Hyousa is the kind of person who aggressively sees the best in the world and everyone in it. While some people consider her hopelessly naive, her determination can’t be beat. Hyousa is actively, willingly kind to everyone who crosses her path, whether they deserve it or not. She chooses to see the best. 

Her magic is the typical Red— pure power made of her own magical energy. It’s completely suited for physical combat, but somehow, Hyousa manages not to make it violent. She fights to help people!

5′5, 19. Thin, girlish build which nonetheless carries quite a bit of lean muscle. Short, cinnamon brown hair worn mostly slicked back and out of her face, with only a few strands escaping to fall on her forehead. Wide, bright brown eyes, fair skin. She constantly fidgets around. 

Sinclair

She/her, Purple Mage.

After growing up at an orphanage following the death of her parents in an unfortunate accident, Sinclair willingly joined the Organization as a way of making use of her magic. She’d mostly taught it to herself as a way of looking after the orphanage’s children, and once she had access to a real way to improve it, she wanted to learn how to use it properly. 

Sinclair’s personality is best defined as motherly. She’s an incredibly kind, soft person who others feel innately comfortable around. However, she’s also strict on those who do wrong and wants to see people improve, not be coddled. Caretaking is in her nature. She looks after those around her and does her best to keep everyone happy and well. 

Her magic primarily operates around charms imbued with curses and blessings. While she generally prefers to use the blessings to help her allies, when she sets her mind to a curse, it’s deadly. 

5′6, early 30′s. Fat, with a pear-shaped, soft build. Wide through the hips and all-around soft. Black, frizzy hair worn around shoulder-length, with shorter-cut bangs. Black eyes, round glasses, and soft, sweet features. Moderately dark brown skin. 

Livva

She/her, Yellow Mage.

Born with an innate magic known as the “human sealing container”, Livva was highly valued even from childhood. She spent her early years being passed between “homes” and different people who owned her— usually to use her for her magic or to own an expensive prize—, until the Organization took possession of her instead. 

Serious, cold, and disinterested in the world, Livva is the kind of person who rarely shows fondness for anything. She’s seen some of the most selfish sides of humanity, so her worldview is quite corrupted. The things she does are only because she’s forced to, and she has no real attachment or loyalty to anyone or anything. She just exists. 

Her magic, as mentioned above, is sealing-based. A seal on her tongue allowed her to hold “objects” inside of her body and release them at will. These things range from artifacts to spells, to even offensive energy. 

5′10, mid 20′s. Tall, slightly pear-shaped build with notable curves. White, fluffy hair that falls to her shoulders and has considerably more volume towards the ends. Dark brown, somewhat lifeless eyes, fair skin. Posture is always stiff and near-perfect. 

Madeleine

She/her, Orange Mage.

An amnesiac, she lacks any memories from what she assumes to be almost twenty years of life. She only remembers her time with the Organization, and is currently in the process of trying to discover more about her past— including a large, mysterious scar across her chest. However, she doesn’t necessarily want to look too deeply. 

Madeleine is friendly, open, and upbeat. Despite her internal issues, she tries to make life better for herself and the people around her. She’s close friends with Sinclair, likes to use her magic for other people’s enjoyment, and is generally a very kind-hearted sort. However, when it comes to missions, she has a serious, brutal side that comes out. 

Her magic is similar to Sinclair’s but involves food (specifically sweets) instead of handmade charms. Her desserts have a variety of effects and are more useful in a conflict situation than you’d expect. 

5′9, early 30′s. Tall, athletic, curveless build with wide shoulders and strong legs. Dark brown, thigh-length hair worn in thick box braids and a high ponytail. Dark, warm-undertoned skin and sparkling brown eyes. Large, diagonal scar across her chest from collarbone to navel. 

Aurora

She/her, Green Mage.

Born without her left leg from the knee down. It took a while to find her a suitable prosthetic, but after getting a highly functional one and practicing plenty, she’s completely adjusted to it. She’s always lived in the shadow of her older sister, Rosaria, who she both adores and resents thanks to a feeling of having to live up to her success. 

Strict, intense, and serious, Aurora is the picture of ambition and hard work. She’s always felt a need to compensate for her self-perceived weaknesses and feeling of being “second best”. However, her cold exterior hides a warm heart and burning passion. She’s the type to never give up on anyone or anything when she sets her mind to them. 

Aurora’s magic, as Green magic always is, is derived from the world around her. The main way she uses it is to increase her speed, agility, and mobility through absorbed energy from other moving objects. 

5′7, early 20′s. Slim, straight build with long legs and a narrow shape. Long, hip-length, white hair worn loose and straight with bangs and shoulder-length sidelocks. Intense gray eyes with pale lashes. Black and silver, high-tech prosthetic from below the knee down on her left leg. 

Ranisha

She/they, Blue Mage.

The oldest of many siblings, Ranisha had to grow up fast and take on a lot of responsibility. Developing excessive maturity so early gave her a jaded, logical outlook on the world, where she prioritizes what needs to be done instead of what she wants. She joined the Organization for money as well as something to do with herself that felt like success. 

Ranisha is most notably aloof, cold, and efficient. She takes her work very seriously, places her job before any personal desires, and doesn’t make friends easily or well. Seemingly uninterested in anything but what’s assigned to her, many people feel intimidated by her strict nature and harsh standards. She butts heads with Vash quite a bit. 

Her magic turns written symbols into weapons manifested solely from her energy. Ranisha favors guns over bladed weapons, can use anything from small pistols to larger rifles, and her accuracy is near-unmatched.

5′8, early-mid 20′s. Fairly average build with slight curves. Somehow petite despite her height. Black, thick hair styled in a short, natural faux hawk with close-cropped sides. Black eyes, dark, cool-toned skin, and pleasant features that are always set in a stern, neutral expression. 

Katz

He/him, Brown Mage.

While he grew up as a relatively normal Mage, Katz considers getting involved with the Organization to be the worst mistake he ever made. The job is stable and suits his skills well, but the people he has to deal with drive him absolutely insane. He developed a stress-related drinking habit from a young age, which did nothing to help his nasty attitude.

Katz is the kind of person who’s hit his breaking point. He’s an angry, bitter man who’s perpetually exhausted, short-tempered with everyone around him, and a raging alcoholic on top of all of that. While he’s very good at what he does, Katz is the type who most want to stay far away from. His dead-eyed glare is incredibly intimidating. 

His magic focuses on sealing. Specifically, sealing the powers of others. Katz creates items that, when placed on someone’s body, restrain some or all of their magic to whatever extent he crafted them to. 

5′11, mid 30′s. Thicker build that’s on the stockier side of muscular. Reddish taupe-colored hair worn in a short style that falls about to his ears and is often slicked back. Fair skin, dark eyes, and a good amount of stubble on his upper lip, cheeks, and chin. Perpetual scowl. 

Emilio

He/they, Purple Mage.

A lot of Emilio’s life has been spent wishing he was something other than himself. He grew up relatively average, but underwent a fair amount of bullying for being shy and reclusive. When he learned magic, his main goal was to change himself— and he did that completely. He’s always trying to hide from the person he used to be. 

Emilio is best described as a charismatic jokester. Despite being very much a “class clown” type, he exudes so much pleasant, cheerful energy that people can’t help but be drawn to him. However, underneath his sunny disposition is a serious, capable man who wants to give his best to the people close to him... as well as something of a dark side. 

The magic he uses revolves around shapeshifting. Emilio can change his own appearance at will and is known to constantly be doing so. No one is sure what his original appearance is, and Emilio isn’t telling. 

Mid 20′s. Everything about Emilio’s appearance varies. He can change his height, hair color, eye color, features, build, and more with a simple spell, and he does that frequently. He seems to favor taller, more handsome looks, though, and usually retains bright hair and eye colors. 

Vash

He/him, Orange Mage.

Trained in magic from a young age, Vash made it his mission to be as good at it as possible— and gather all the admiration and respect he can. He’s never experienced much in the means of personal hardship, but the standards he’s placed on himself do plenty of damage. He’s been in the organization since he was fifteen, thanks to his family’s choices. 

Short-tempered, viciously ambitious, and high-strung to a fault, the main things in life that drive Vash are gaining the approval of everyone around him and making himself look as impressive as possible. He’s a hot-blooded teenager in every sense of the word, and painfully unaware of his own inexperience and how dangerously reckless he can be. 

Vash’s magic is typical for the Orange kind. He uses elemental powers; in his case, fire. Despite being made of magic, this fire burns just like the real thing and is every bit as destructive and hard to control. 

19, 5′8. Skinny, lanky build with less muscle than you’d expect. Straight, chin-length, black hair usually worn covering one eye. Pale skin, orange eyes, and numerous silver piercings all over his body. Extensive burn scars covering him from his magic going haywire.

Alexander

He/him, Brown Mage.

Born to a prestigious and high-class Mage family, Alexander grew up in the lap of luxury. He was spoiled to a fair extent, but the consequences are fortunately mild. Told from a young age that he’s destined for great things and incredibly capable, Alexander has always felt like he doesn’t have to do much of anything to be successful and loved. 

Alexander is friendly, sociable, polite, and generally pleasant to be around. He’s the kind of charismatic person who draws others to him whether he tries to or not. However, he also has an unfortunate tendency of viewing people as lesser than him and expects things that he shouldn’t more often than not. He’s also worryingly naive. 

The magic he uses relates to forcefields. Alexander can generate and manipulate forcefields out of his magical energy, and uses them for defense as well as offense. Their purposes are quite varied. 

6′1, early 20′s. Tall, broad-shouldered, elegant build. Dark red, wavy hair worn in a short-ish cut and sometimes styled with a low ponytail or pins holding the side back. Dark hazel eyes, handsome features, and fair skin. A perpetually welcoming smile and the posture of a trained nobleman. 

[it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream]

Silva Lining (Saul Silva x Reader) Chapter 5

Warnings: Mentions of blood/swearing

Word count: 2.2k

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-Unknown POV-

“Y/N! Y/N, wake up, it’s not your time yet. There’s much to be done! Dangers are close. They won’t be able to stop the danger without you. You must wake up, for you are the key to it all, you hold the dragon soul.” 

-Saul’s POV-

“Where the fuck is she?” Saul screamed out, partly because he was in pain from his wounds, partly because he’d just seen the girl he loved fall like a sack of bricks to the ground with blood gushing from her mouth and nose. A couple of Specialists had helped to drag Saul to Mr Harveys lab, he’d been there for all of 20 minutes when he regained consciousness and started flailing around like a mad man, the only thought on his mind, you. He’d passed out when he watched you fall through the portal, only to wake up with the professor poking and prodding at his burned one wound. He couldn’t help but scream in pain, the infection spreading through his body, crawling through him like he was covered in thousands of ants. His veins black, filled with the dark disease. 

“Saul, she’s fine, she’s in the medical wing, in a secluded room, i’ve had to suspend her body in a comma like state for the time being.” Farah stroked Saul’s head as he lay getting his wounds tended. She could see the pain and shock flutter across his face. “She will be okay Saul I promise, it’s just a precaution while her powers regenerate, she should be awake by the end of the day.” Farah looked at him sadly.

“You know? How?” Saul could tell that Farah knew about his and Y/N relationship, but how? For how long? 

“It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. How long have we known you Saul? We’ve seen the way you look at her, the burning desire you have to always protect her. God, if I wasn’t mistaken i’d even say sometimes I can physically see the energy between the both of you. You’ve never looked at anyone like that in the years i’ve known you, not once.” Ben smiled and Farah frowned. Saul couldn’t believe that both of his friends knew and yet, they hadn’t done anything about it. 

“Please Farah, i’m sorry, I never wanted to keep it a secret, I didn’t meant for it to happen, it just did.” He placed his hand over his heart, worried that now the secret was out, things were about to change and not for the better. 

“Mate, you don’t have to worry, your secret is safe with us. We just want you to be happy, you can’t help who you love.” Ben finished cleaning the wound and helped Saul lay down fully, patting him on the shoulder. 

“I need to see her, Please, you should have seen what she did out there, it was scary, amazing, i’ve never seen anything like it before. She looked so fragile Farah, please I have to see her.” Farah patted Saul on the hand, explaining that Y/N needed rest and so did he, it wouldn’t be a good time and a good thing for him to see her the way she was. He tried to fight it he did, but before he could fight any more, the medicine Ben had given him started to kick in and the world faded into a blur of colours and objects and eventually, nothing. 

-Your POV-

You groaned. What a weird dream you’d had. Your eyes flickered catching glimpses of a fluttery sparkly, silver force surrounding your body, then they closed again, your body still tired from your excessive use of magic. 

They opened. Again, the same fluttering force surrounded you, it felt almost warm, powerful, like a battery, charging you, regenerating your life force. The sky outside was lighter now, but your eyes still fluttered, closing for a second time, your body still not ready to awaken.

It was light again by the time your eyes opened all the way and open they stayed. The fluttering force field of energy was replaced by black tendrils of your magic wrapped around yourself like a cocoon. You reeled them back in and winced as you sat up, your throat dry like sandpaper. You saw movement from the corner of your eye, then a glass of water was handed to you by a familiar pair of hands. Silva. His eyes were still tinted with black, he looked tired and his face was pale. Taking the water you drank greedily then set it to the side, you couldn’t help the sob that escaped your lips, Silva moved you over and lay down on the bed with you taking you in his arms, you didn’t fail to notice the wince he gave when he lay down. He was still infected. He was your safety blanket, your safe haven, your home and he was dying. 

“How long was I out? How long has it been?” Saul kissed your hair, his other hand tracing circles on the skin exposed on your hip. 

“You’ve been in a coma for a week Y/N, I thought i’d lost you, Farah said you would have been awake by the end of the day, when you didn’t come round, we feared the worst.” He nuzzled your hair with his nose, breathing deeply, holding you a little tighter, happy that you’d finally woken. 

“You’re still infected? Why haven’t they killed the burned one yet.” You sat up slightly craning your neck to look at Saul, he sighed and his head fell into the crook of your neck. 

“Sweetheart, the problem is a lot bigger than we initially thought, there wasn’t just one burned one, there’s a whole group of them.. fighters killed one this morning, but as you can see, it wasn’t the one that got me.” Your jaw clenched, gritting your teeth to hold back the tears. 

“I won’t let you die Saul, you can’t leave me, you’re all I have in the world.” Your arms wrapped around him tighter and you snuggled down, listening to your mans steady heartbeat. 

-Later that night- 

After the morning spent with Saul, after him telling you that Farah and Ben knew about your relationship and they were going to keep in hush hush, you were given the all clear and were aloud to leave the medical bay. It hadn’t taken long for you to get roped into going to the Specialists party, and you couldn’t help but notice the stares and smiles people gave you in the hall, which you later found out was a new found appreciation for your powers and the fact you saved Silva from a worser fate. 

The party was in full swing but you didn’t feel like drinking, just incase anything happened to Silva, you wanted to be able to help if it came to it. He had reassured you that he would be spending the evening with Farah and Ben, reminiscing about the days when he trained at Alfea, telling you that he was one that started the annual Specialist keg party, but that was apparently a story for another time. 

Looking across the crowded room, you noticed Sky wasn’t drinking either. He was looking around, then caught your eye, suddenly making his way towards you. All of a sudden you were scooped up into a hug, by the taller Blonde guy. You laughed shocked and awkwardly hugged him back. 

“You saved him, you got him out of there, thank you.” You smiled. “I always knew there was something between you two, he never shuts up about you, you make him so happy.” You blushed. 

“God it seems that everyone knows about us when we were trying to keep it a secret the whole time, is it really that obvious?” He laughed and shook his head, his har falling in front of his eyes slightly. 

“No, only the people who know Saul best, so now that me, Headmistress Dowling and Prof Harvey know, I think your secret is safe.” Sky leant against the brick wall, taking a look around the room, a slight frown on his face. He still had a lot on his mind. Stella was across the other side, she noticed the two of you talking but all she did was raise her cup and nod in your direction, knowing that nothing would ever happen between you and the guy she loved. 

“Y/N, he’s dying you know. You’ve been out for a week so you won’t have been able to see the difference. He was better at the start, he’s just gone down hill from here. He didn’t want me to tell you but he tried to tell me goodbye earlier, just incase things went wrong, he didn’t want to worry you. We have to do something.” Well shit. Way to ruin the party mood you thought. Your heart felt like it was squeezed in a vice, your stomach tied in nots and all the air seemed to leave your lungs. It was really that bad? You knew that something had to be done, and that’s when you and Sky came up with your plan. 

It was around midnight when you met Sky at the edge of the barrier. Accompanied by Bloom? You didn’t ask.. the more the merrier you guessed, you needed all the help you could get and you knew that for some reason Bloom was able to sense the Burned Ones near, it was like having your own sniffer Fairy, you snickered to yourself which landed you strange looks from the pair. 

To say you were nervous was an understatement, you’ve seen first hand what the masters are capable of, but you also knew how much you were capable of, your powers sometimes making you feel untouchable. Bloom had lead you into the middle of the woods, she could hear it. It wasn’t until you saw the red eyes and heard it’s cry that you jumped into action. The three of you were pushed back, you hit the floor with a thud, the wind knocked out of you. 

“Close your eyes!” Stella? You turned and caught a glimpse of her before you closed your eyes. Even behind your eyelids you saw the forrest come to life with the light of Stella’s powers. Great, now it really was the more the merrier, you should have known that your roommates would come to the rescue, you were grateful, but you also feared for their safety. 

Stella and Musa helped you stand while Bloom hit the monster with the force of of her fire powers, Aisha hit it next sending the thing crashing to the floor where Sky finished it off with his sword. You winced, noticing you’d bumped your head on a rock when pushed back, blood matted in your hair, but you’d live. 

“I don’t think its dea-“ Musa started but never got to finish her sentence when the burned one burst into pieces. You all turned slowly when you heard the pissed off voice of Headmistress Dowling. 

Walking back in silence was weird. You still had a shit eating grin plastered on your face though. What if this was the one? The one that had got Saul. He’d be saved. You practically ran with Sky when you got to the barrier. Both of you walked cautiously through the green house doors, Ben was taking off Sauls bandages, you felt like you’d been holding your breath for hours. Letting Sky go in first, you felt a little dizzy, so tried to catch your breath. 

“You are an idiot, a stupid, impulsive, reckless idiot!” Well, he sure did sound like the old Saul you know and loved. 

“Is it better?” Sky asked in a frantic voice. You held your breath again. At this rate, you’d be able to give Aisha a run for her money at swimming with the amount of breath holding you had going on.

“Don’t smile at him” Ben laughed as Saul told him off and you peaked your head around the door to see Saul and Sky hugging. Happy tears ran down your face, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You coughed a little to gain their attention. Saul’s face flickered with a load of emotions, anger, surprise, happiness, love… then worry as he noticed the blood matted in your hair. 

“I had some help.” Sky pat Saul on the shoulder and left the room, giving your shoulder a pat too. Ben noticed you and took it as his cue to leave and give you both some much needed privacy. Then it was just the two of you. 

“Before you say anything I know it was stupid I know, I just couldn’t stand back and watch you die!” You’d barely pushed yourself off the edge of the door before Silva was in front of you, hand on the side of your face, drawing you in for a kiss that made you almost grateful that you didn’t have wings because the feeling he gave you in that kiss, would have had you soaring up into outer space. 

“So, you’re feeling better then?”

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A Moment in Time-Ch 7

MASTERPOST

Marinette was the first one to arrive at the bakery, much to her relief that evening.

After warning her parents that she had friends coming to join her, the teen hurried up the stairs to prepare for the evening. Mullo and Plagg flew off, and Marinette paused in the kitchen to pull together a snack tray, before following the Kwamii up the stairs to her room.

She made sure that while it was hidden, the box was now closer to her reach. Then, she pulled up a word document that had been idling in her computer for the past few months. The document labeled Ways Gabriel Agreste has Abused His Son.

Pulling up her email, Marinette opened her thread from the emails with Tim. Since she had the time, she may as well respond to his email.

 From: Mari_Beri2001@gmail.com

To: timdrakeeeee99@gmail.com

 Mr. Drake Wayne,

I can’t believe that I included Hawkmoth in that email! I must have been more tired than I thought. Hawkmoth has been terrorizing Paris since I was 12 years old. In the last four years, the man has possessed everyone from a toddler crying over a candy bar to a man grieving his wife’s death. My city has faced real-life myths and legends, as well as children who just wanted a nightlight. Hawkmoth will target anyone who has a negative emotion. Your ice cream dropped? You are an ice cream monster. You fail a test? Suddenly you are giving everyone passing grades. The worst part is, everyone who dies will be brought back, but the person who is possessed won’t remember anything. Many people have moved out of Paris, and most of the remaining citizens have taken up meditation and smaller forms of magic to protect themselves. Although the news won't admit it, our population had dropped quite a bit. Inside the city itself, there are about 1.9 million people now. Many have moved to areas nearby that have proved outside of Hawkmoth’s range. As far as we can tell he only strikes in the city proper. Before you ask, yes, someone is fighting him. Lady Tyche, Apate, and their new member Princess Meli will free the person of the possession and restore the city. They wield magical objects. It's theorized that Hawkmoth also wields a magical object and that’s why they’re the best suited to combat his creations.

It interests me, that you mention bringing this to Batman’s attention, but not the Justice League? Do you, by chance not trust them? I have heard that many people in Paris have called them for help, nothing has come of it, obviously. In my opinion, people don’t actually believe something is happening unless they experience it themselves. For the most part, people who come into Paris will hear rumors of Lady Tyche in passing, but since Princess Meli is new they haven’t heard of our other hero. To even most Parisians, Apate is a legend. To those who know her, she is a vigilante who will not hesitate to end a situation or clean up what the Lady and Princess won’t. Most of the time, however, she is known for following Lady Tyche’s lead. I’ve heard theories that it's because she is more violent and has a darker power than the other two. Once, I heard that she wants to protect the City of Lights, and won't use her powers unless necessary because of it. Some people think that when she uses her powers she spreads bad luck to the people nearby. On the other hand, many think that Lady Tyche leaves lingering good luck.

Sorry for the info dump, there is a lot going on in Paris right now.

Thank you for keeping an eye on Nona and Jason. Jason, as I am sure you know, can be impulsive. Nona isn’t much better. When he was here, Jason mentioned that you tend to be busy most of the time. He was surprised that you had responded so quickly as well, actually. I wanted to add that I am honored!

Thank you for the offer, but I don’t want to pry too much, if Jason is willing to part with the information, I really would like to know about their tike together. Please do not force him though. I am sure there are other ways to know what is actually going on. I do have to ask, what do you mean by ‘good spar��? do you two spar together often? If so, I do hope Jason doesn’t hurt you too often. I know that he usually put his all into everything he does, and I know that he is quite the fighter when he wants to be.

The slander is the work of a jealous girl in my class. She is of no consequence in the long run. I was surprised to find out (through you!) that the Bruce W on my commission list was for your family. Actually, don’t tell the rest of your family, but it’s not just the suits. There are a few gowns in the mix as well. Your family butler, I believe his name is Alfred, is sending me a list of measurements in the next several days.

Jason and I have known each other for as long as I can remember. If you want, ask him how we met. He will have a more concise memory since he is five years older than me. The best I can say right now is that he was the person I relied on for many years before we got separated. Since then, I think we both have grown, but I can still see who he was when he was 12 underneath everything. As I said, Jason would be the one to ask for specifics. Maybe after you ask him about how he knows my Nona?

Have a good day,

Marinette Dupain Cheng

P.S. of course I put energy drinks in my coffee! Is there any other way? If you ever want one of my recipes, let me know! I have a whole collection at this point.

 After she had sent the email, Marinette glanced over her room again to make sure everything was ready for when her friends arrived.

As she was getting up to fidget with the pictures, Chloé burst through the trap door. Behind her, Aurore followed at a more sedated pace.

“Mari! Hi! What is this? And why is she here? I thought you two weren’t talking anymore, remember? This is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!” Aurore raised an eyebrow at the other blonde before smiling at Marinette.

“your parents sent us up with some pastries. I think they were a little thrown off by Chloé and I arriving at the same time.” Here, the girl set the plate she had been holding that couldn’t be seen behind the more aggressive girl. “they mentioned about making sure to remind you that the past is past?” here, the two giggled as Chloé looked between them in confusion.

“Whatever!” she huffed, before flouncing over to Marinette’s chaise and settling herself there with a sniff. After the other two had stopped giggling, Marinette raised an eyebrow at Aurore in question. With a nod, the Ladybug holder turned to smile at Chloé.

“So, Chloé. We know that you and I are not exactly close, but there is something that Marinette and I wanted to bring you in on.” Here, she looked back at Marinette with a smile. Before she could continue, however, the heiress started to interrupt.

“if you two are-” Aurore’s phone started to ring, making the three pause as the girl turned to answer the call

“Mireille? Hey!” she turned and waved to Marinette, motioning her to continue with the conversation while she finished with her friend.

“No, Chloé. It’s more complicated.” Marinette leveled her friend with a look. “plus, if this was the same thing as two years ago, I would have told you earlier. You know that.” as Marinette soothed her friend, a small part of her brain reminded her that there was something that she hadn't told the girl. something that her friend would kill her for.

“Then what on earth is going on, Mari? You know it makes me nervous being out of the loop.” Marinette snorted pointedly at her friend.

“We weren’t trying to keep you out of the loop, C. it’s just…Aurore and I just realized what was going on. We wanted to make sure that we were making the right choice before going further. You have proven that we have.” Marinette paused, watching her friend. When the blonde still looked confused, the younger teen just smiled. “would Pollen like a bowl of honey?” Chloé bilked before laughing.

“Mari, dear. Who on earth is Pollen? Have you made a new friend I didn’t know about?” an indignant voice that Chloé was unfamiliar with responded.

“My Kitten hasn’t, but you have Buzz.” As Aurore finally got off the phone and turned back to the conversation, Chloé let out an ear-piercing shriek.

“OH MY GOD MARINETTE DUPAIN CHENG NO FUCKING WAY!” then, Marinette was falling backward under the force of her best friend tackling her in a hug.

 After Chloé had calmed down, the three girls spent the next four hours talking. The first 15 minutes had been about how the original two had handled living a double life for four years. After that, the girls turned their attention to the document that Marinette had pulled up.

The rest of the time was spent overanalyzing the spending Habits of the top four people on Marinette’s suspect list.

 When asked why she had the list and not Aurore, the duo explained that many times while Lady Tyche was out patrolling and being a beacon of good luck, Apate would be behind the scenes. Many a night, office buildings would register a break-in before the figure would turn into literal shadows. The security guards who would be sent to investigate would be faced with a missing pane of glass that had suspiciously black edges on the frame. Most of the time, when Apate was ready to leave, if anyone was around, they would lose their senses for the time that it took for her to leave. After, they would think that had simply blinked before getting on with their life.

Using this method, the protectors of Paris were able to cross many off their lists. In the few times, they had entered private residences, the break-in would happen when the family was away.

 Of course, Marinette’s hacking skills had come into use, as she had taught Aurore the basics a few years back. Unknowingly, the two had set their alter egos up for success.

The duo had spent more nights than they could remember curled up on a rooftop, laptops booted up. They would spend hours at a time sitting there with paper strewn around them as they raced to hack in and access as many schedules and bank statements as they could. Although it was highly illegal, the two had spent almost as much time working on the internet crossroads to narrow their such as they had fighting Akumas.

 Chloé’s awe at the work the two had put in showed. When they asked her to help them continue to narrow down the list she agreed. When she saw the first document sitting open on Marinette’s computer, the shock on her face lasted all of ten seconds before the heiress was helping her teammates dig into the private life of one Gabriel Agreste.

 When Marinette had said goodbye to her friends, Aurore left to patrol and Chloé went home with the hope that she could access more sensitive information from her father's unlocked computer. When the other two had raised concerns about it, the teen had waved them off. Apparently, the mayor was much laxer on the security of his work computer than he should be.

 After climbing up to her room, Marinette closed down all of the programs that she didn’t need to leave running overnight. As she closed out most of her browser, the teen hesitated, before she clicked into her email. Sitting there, waiting for her was an email that had been received in the middle of her session with her friends.

 From: timdrakeeeee99@gmail.com

To: Mari_Beri2001@gmail.com

Miss Marinette,

I have to say, you know quite a bit about these heroes that have been fighting in Paris. I started looking up the topics that you mentioned but couldn’t find anything. After several attempts, I used a VPN to make it seem like I was in Paris. That made the entire thing open up like a wrapped present. I must say I am surprised that it hasn’t made its way out of Paris yet. Well, I was surprised, until I was reading through some tourist guides. It seems that the new phrase is what happens in Paris stays in Paris. That, and very thorough censorship on public media. How have you made it this long in that city, without losing it completely?

I was able to flag down Signal, who is known as the Daytime Bat, and passed along what you had sent me. I included my own research as well, so don’t be surprised if they go to investigate further in the near future. Well, I guess you wouldn’t hear of it, but if they show up, it is defiantly because they are concerned.

I wouldn’t say that the JL is not trustworthy, but I trust Batman’s Gotham team more. Maybe it is the familiarity that comes from being rescued frequently from hostage situations. I trust them, and they know that I won't give them information just for the hell of it.it doesn’t help that the JL tends to make a massive mess when they come through town. I would rather they stay far away from me, thank you very much.

So, it turns out that both you and Jason are very cryptic. I don’t know how much you know of the time between when Jason was 13 and his 16th birthday, but he said that he was with a friend of your mother’s? He said that you would know her as Aunt Talia and that your mother was always the more levelheaded of the two. This was…confusing for many reasons, one of which is that your Aunt is my little brother’s bio mom. Anyway, Jason said he was with your Aunt when he met Gina, in ‘this little place in Canada.’ He mentioned an island and a bay that sounded a lot like the Bay of Fundy. If you have any idea why your grandmother would be out there, then we can puzzle out how they met. As for how they got separated, I am afraid that this time it had something to do with a chef? Something about him chasing the two of them out of town with a cleaver? Apparently, this chef is another relation of yours. Marinette, I must be honest, you have quite a few deadly relatives. you aren’t going to come through the screen and slice my head off, will you?

This afternoon, I got a call from the police station, by the way. Apparently, Jason and Gina had been busting drug gangs in their free time and there was some incriminating evidence. I am not quite sure how they got into it, but they have been issued a warning by the local Bats. You may be seeing this chaotic duo again in Europe sooner than either of us would like if this keeps up.

As to the sparing question. Jason, as I believe you are aware by now, likes to keep fit in a variety of ways. Bruce made sure all the children under his roof could fight and protect themselves. This means that while Jason may be the biggest in the family, and I am considered the smallest, I can still beat him in an even spar if I put some work into it. For the most part, I prefer not to use the same tactics that Jason uses, and since he and I tend to train at the same time, we see each other but don’t usually go head to head. I have to say it was quite a rush to beat him earlier today.

Alfred mentioned something about housing a guest who would be making sure that the family was presentable for the Gala. That wouldn’t happen to be you, would it? If you do come to Gotham, may I show you around? I know that having an experienced guide in any city makes things much easier.

On that note, I am going to make the assumption the Bruce didn’t know who he was commissioned, so I will warn you that he may ask that you get a background check done. Up until this point, he has only communicated with you through lawyers about the press fiasco. he probably won’t make that connection for a while yet.

Have a good evening,

Tim DW

P.S., of course, I would like the recipes! Any that you send would be greatly appreciated! My family thinks that I rely too much on coffee and not on sleep. Do you have that problem much? It has gotten to the point that I have a few shops that I go to that the rest don’t know I like. It’s the only way to get the sweet nectar of coffee! What is the worst thing you have done to procure caffeine? I hope your family helps you more than mine does. They say that if they didn’t monitor my caffeine intake, they would be enablers.

 Marinette giggled at Tim’s frustration with her brother. It looked like the two of them were going to keep it a secret a while longer. Although, when she did go for the Gala, and the fittings the week before, it would only be a matter of time before the Waynes figured out the two were related. After all, the features of Willis Todd are hard to hide.

Still smiling, Marinette made a note to tell the others that Batman had been notified.

Glancing at the time, Marinette reached blindly for the cold cup sitting nearby. The grey cup that was covered in pink sparkles read ‘I can’t talk right now. Leave a message after the squeak!’ The cup was one that Marinette had made after she started to wield Mullo, the mouse Kwamii, more.

Mullo and Plagg had been instrumental to her while she had been investigating the many businesses of Paris. Since then, the teen had kept the mouse around as an alternate form of defending herself. While the public had not been introduced to Little Mouse, the quiet vigilante had done quite a bit of work for the City.

As Marinette sipped on her current super coffee, (cold brew, two shots of espresso, one pump of vanilla syrup, and a mocha monster. affectionately named Minnie Mouse) she made a list of her tasks for the night. If she could send off the sketches of what the Waynes wanted for their gala pieces, then she could do the basic list of things she would need to get at the fabric store the next day. After making her list, she could start on her design for her own dress. Glancing back up to her computer, Marinette froze. She had to email Tim back at some point as well.

As she was standing to retrieve her camera and sketchbook, Marinette’s personal email dinged. Glancing over, she realized it was an email from Tim. Again. With a frown, the teen opened the message. The email was in no way close to the formal communications the two had been trading.

 From: timdrakeeeee99@gmail.com

To: Mari_Beri2001@gmail.com

MARINETTE

I AM SO SORRY. WHEN THE WHOLE PRESS THING HAPPENED, WE ALL TALKED ABOUT IT AS A FAMILY. JASON WASN’T THERE AND I JUST FOUND OUT WHY. HE AND BRUCE WERE YELLING AND I WASN’T EAVESDROPPING BUT I HAD GONE TO TALK TO B AND HE HAD BEEN YELLI GAT JASON ABOUT SEEING A SISTER.

JASON WAS YELLING AND TOLD B TO SHOVE OFF BECAUSE AND I QUOTE-

“MARINETTE WAS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ANY FAMILY EMERGENCY AND IF VISITING HER WOULD GET HIM IN TROUBLE THAN HE WANTED NOTHING TO DO WITH THE FAMILY.”

YOU

ARE

JASON’S

SISTER

HOLY SHIT

-tim

 Marinette’s brain came to a screeching halt as she read the email once, twice, three times before letting out a string of curses. Dammit, Jason.

She collected her thoughts and pulled up an open template to respond to the other teen

 From: Mari_Beri2001@gmail.com

To: timdrakeeeee99@gmail.com

Tim. Please tell me you have taken a deep breath and have had time to reflect since you send the last email.

Yes, Jason is my older brother. Well, half-brother. My mother died when I was young, and since she had been having an affair with Willis Todd (a horrible man, by the way.) she had put his name down on my birth certificate. Catherine definitely never liked me, but she put up with my presence. Multiple times, Jason and I would run away or end up on the streets because of the fighting that would happen in that house. One day, I ran when Jason wasn’t around and was caught by CPS. Up and away I was sent to France whit the couple who had found me when I ran away from CPS. Jason thought I was dead until that scandal broke almost two months ago. That’s why he vanished. He came here to visit me. This was the first time I have seen him in 10 years. Neither of us was exactly thinking clearly.

It doesn’t surprise me that your father knows that Jason and I are siblings. However, it also wouldn’t surprise me if he didn’t make it very far down that path. Jason thought I was dead for years. I kept tabs on him, but that doesn’t mean he knew about that until he got over here.

I am going to respond to your last email as well.

Yes, the current plan is for me to arrive in Gotham. About a week before the Christmas Gala. That way, I’ll have time to do any last-minute fixes. I would love to have you show me around your city if that offer is still open. I haven’t been to Gotham since I was 6 years old, so I don’t remember much of the place.

-Marinette

Ps, I’ll send those recipes soon. I don’t think you want a super coffee tonight. 😊

 After hitting send, Marinette sighed. With luck, she could have her list done by dawn. What was one more super coffee, after all?

HIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!

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i have been really excited to post this one, and actually almost posted last night! Self control? don’t know her! 

this one i think is really important because Tim and Mari aren’t super formal in their talking anymore. also...who can guess what went down with Aurore and Mari???

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[valeriethepussycats]

I’m Only Human

Chapter 4

Pairing- Loki x Reader, Thor x Reader( Best friends)

Warning- cursing

Your thoughts in italics.

Loki heads into the Vault, sees the Casket of Ancient Winters sitting on its stand. He walks over to it slowly, reaches out to it, lifts it between his forearms off its pedestal. As he does, a blueness spreads from his arms, across his body.The latticework behind the Casket starts to separate, the Destroyer rousing. A fire starts to glow within its black metal armor, as it rattles to life, but Loki ignores it -- the blueness spreading further, consuming his whole body.

“Stop!” Odin shouted.

Loki turns, sees Odin hurrying into the room, the Destroyer goes motionless, the latticework rejoining before it. Odin eyes Loki with dismay.

“Am I cursed?” Loki questioned.

“No. Put the Casket down.” Odin replied.

Loki sets the Casket back upon its pedestal, his body quickly returning to its normal form and color. He stares at his father.

“What am I?” Loki asked in a curious tone.

“You're my son.” Odin Said Sincerely.

“What more than that?” Loki started. Odin doesn't answer. He looks suddenly weary, burdened. Loki sizes him up, realizes the truth.

“The Casket wasn't the only thing you took from Jotunheim that day, was it?” Loki finished.

Odin looks him in the eye. He can deny it no longer. “No.” Odin answered. “In the aftermath of the battle, I went into the Temple, and I found a baby. Small for a giant's offspring -- abandoned, suffering, left to die. Laufey's son.”

Loki is sent reeling by the revelation.

“Laufey's son...” Loki trailed off as he desperately struggles to make sense of it all. “Why? You were knee-deep in Jotun blood. Why would you take me?”

“You were an innocent child.” Odin replied.

“No you took me for a purpose, what was it?”

Odin doesn't answer. “Tell me!” Loki shouted.

“I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day, bring about an alliance, bring about a permanent peace... through you. But those plans no longer matter.” Odin explained.

“So I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up here until you might have use of me.” Loki expressed.

“Why do you twist my words?” Odin Asked.

“You could have told me what I was from the beginning. Why didn't you?” Loki urged Odin for the truth.

“You are my son. My blood. I wanted only to protect you from the truth.” Odin stressed.

“Because I am the monster parents tell their children about at night?” Loki proclaimed loudly.

“Don't...” Odin trailed off.

“It all makes sense now. Why you favored Thor all these years.” Loki shouted.

“Listen...” Odin wheedled.

“Because no matter how much you claim to "love me,” you could never have a Frost Giant sitting on the Throne of Asgard!” Loki yelled.

Odin's body begins to shake, he lifts his hand. It starts to move out of synch temporarily, leaving a trail, the effect of the Odinsleep approaching. Loki doesn't notice as Odin tries to fight it off.

“Listen to me!” Odin shouted. Loki strides away towards the exit. “Loki!” Odin starts towards him, when the enormous mental, emotional, and physical strain of recent events finally takes its toll. The effect of the Odinsleep consumes him. His entire body now moves out of sync with the rest of the world, leaving trails behind him as he staggers backwards. Odin falls back against a wall, his face contorting in a scream. He collapses to the stone floor. Loki, shocked, hurries to him. He takes Odin in his arms, calls out. “Guards!”

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Cars, pick-ups, and SUVs are parked around the crater, the sound of a boisterous party coming from within.  It looks like the whole town has turned out. Locals sit on  lounge chairs, drink beer from coolers, laugh and talk. They watch the center of the crater, where large men have formed a line to take a turn with the mysterious object. One of them struggles and fails to lift it. As he gives up, the next man steps up and takes his turn, straining from the effort. Other Townies snap pictures of the scene with their cell phones.

They hear an approaching rumble, then clear a path as a large pick up truck  backs its way down the crater's edge. An eager townie  hops out the passenger side and pulls a thick chain from the back of the truck. He fastens one end around the object, then securely affixes the chain to the bumper and the rear of the undercarriage.

“This'll do it.” He yells to the driver. “Okay, let 'er rip!”

The townsfolk watch as the pick-up's engine roars, then  strains, its wheels spinning futilely, until finally the rear of the truck, along with the back wheels and axles, break off and go flying.

People dive out of the way. The pick-up driver sticks his head out. He is STAN "THE MAN” LEE. He looks back, shocked. The townsfolk laugh, the party continuing. They don't notice as --on The Crater’s Edge above them An imposing Government vehiclepulls up to a stop. A Fed in a suit climbs out, peers down at the boisterous gathering Below, his eyes fixed on the object at the center of the crater. He is  is Shield agent Coulson. He stares down at the object which glows with an otherworldly blue energy -- Mjolnir. He pulls out a phone.

“Sir -- we've found it.” Coulson says into the phone.

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In a back room, Thor, now shirtless and wearing jeans, looks around for a t-shirt. Jane, Y/n, and Darcy, standing in the lab, can't help but notice his reflection in the mirror. Darcy eyes his powerful build,rippling biceps.

“You know, for a crazy homeless guy, he's pretty cut.” Darcy commented.

“He’s not a homeless guy well technically he is right now.” Y/n explained well at least try to.

Jane turns away. Thor emerges from the back room, holding a t-shirt.

“Hey, sorry I tased you!” Darcy you called out and Y/n laughs.

Thor heads over to Jane's work area, starts fiddling with the equipment there with interest. Jane hurries over to put a stop to it.

“Excuse me... excuse me!” Jane yelped as She leads him away from the work station. Thor holds up the t-shirt. On the front, it bear a sticker which reads- hello my name is Dr. Donald Blake. Thor looks at it, puzzled. Jane rips the sticker off.

“My ex.” Jane started. Thor stares at her a beat. “They're the only clothes I had that'll fit you. Sorry.”

“They will suffice.” Thor replied as  turns, his attention to the pictures of the Bifrost on  the wall.

“You're welcome. Now tell me...” Thor studies the frame-grabs with interest. Jane points to his form in the Bifrost photo. “What were you doing, in that?” Jane asked.

He glances at it, dismissive. “What does anyone do in the Bifrost?” Thor asked.

“Portal?” Y/n answered.

Everyone stares at Thor and Y/n. Erik seems to recognize the word. Jane opens her notebook, quickly writes the word down. Thor moves close to her, eyes the notations and drawings within the book, curious.

“The Bifrost...” Erik said in amused but also  skeptical way.

Jane starts to get uncomfortable with Thor standing so close to her, looking over her notations. She quickly closes the book.

“What exactly is the Bifrost?” Jane questioned.

“This mortal form has grown weak.” Thor announced.

“But--Somebody get the mortal a Pop-Tart.” Jane noted.

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Frigga sits at her husband's bedside, holding his hand. Odin lies there -- looking pale and lifeless, his body and the space around it warped from the effect of the Odinsleep. The walls of the chamber have moved close around him, protecting him like a dark crypt, sealing off any daylight. Loki sits at Odin's side, across from Frigga. She speaks  softly to him. “I asked him to be honest with you from the beginning. There should be no secrets in a family.”

“So why did he lie?” Loki wondered.

“He kept the truth from you so that you would never feel different. You are in every way our son, Loki, and we your family. You must know that.” Frigga informed Loki. Loki takes this in, stares at Odin. “You can speak to him. He can see and hear us, even now.”

“How long will it last?” Loki asked

“I don't know. This time is different. We were unprepared.” Frigga answered.

“I never get used to seeing him like this. The most powerful being in the Nine Realms lying helpless until his body is restored.” Loki disclosed.

“But he's put it off for so long now, I fear...” Frigga trailed off. Loki takes her hand. She's grateful, wipes tears from her eyes. “You're a good son.”Loki sits there, uncertain how to react, uncertain how he really feels. “We mustn't lose hope that your father will return to us. And your brother.” Frigga told her son.

Loki looks to Frigga, concerned. “What hope is there for Thor?”

There's always a purpose to everything your father does. Thor may yet find a way home.” Frigga said without a shadow of doubt.

Loki looks troubled by the revelation. He rises, heads for the exit, when they hear the clatter of armored footsteps hurriedly approaching.

The Einherjar guard  enter the room, block his way out. Loki tenses, prepared for the worst, but the guards just stand before them. Loki is baffled.

“Thor is banished. The line of succession falls to you. Until he awakens, Asgard is yours.” Frigga remarked.

The Einherjar kneel before the shocked Loki. Another Einherjar enters, holding Gungnir before him. He kneels before Loki, offers the spear to him.

“Make your father proud.” Frigga proclaimed.

Loki reaches out tentatively, then takes it. He likes the feel of it in his hand.

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Thor, Y/n ,Erik , Darcy, and Jane sit at a table in the local diner. Selvig and Darcy watch as Thor eats ravenously from a huge mound of steak and eggs. A couple other full plates --pancakes and biscuits and gravy -- are piled high before him.

Jane's eager, her notebook at the ready.

“Now tell us exactly what happened to you last night.” Jane voiced. Thor looks her in the eyes, staring, intrigued. Jane gets flustered, looks away. “Maybe start with how you got inside that cloud.”

“And how you could eat an entire box of Pop-Tarts and still be this hungry.” Darcy wondered.

“Big man bigger appetite.” Y/n Stated.

Jane shoots her a withering look. Thor downs a cup of coffee.

“This drink. I like it.” Thor announced.

“Yeah, it’s great, isn't it? Isabela makes the best coffee in town.” Darcy declare Thor.

Thor hurls the empty mug at the ground, shatteringit “Another!” Thor called out.

Isabela, the diner's proprietor, glares at Thor  from behind the counter.

“Sorry, Izzy. Little accident.” Jane told the older lady.

“Yo voy a pagar la taza.” Y/n told lzzy (I'm going to pay for the cup.)

Isabela turns to Y/n  and starts venting quickly in Spanish. “¿Viste eso? ¡La primera vez que trae a un hombre aquí, y él es un lunático!” (Did you see that? The first time she brings a man in here, and he's a lunatic!) Y/n is laughing her ass off.

“What was that?” Jane questioned in an irritated voice.

He doesn’t understand. The other patrons stare at him.

“It was delicious. I want another.” Thor answered.

“Then you should just say so!” Jane proclaimed.

“I just did.” Thor Replied.

“I mean ask for it. Nicely.” Jane corrected.

“I meant no disrespect.” Thor disclose.

“All right, then no more smashing, deal?” Jane told Thor.

“You have my word.” Thor promised.

“Good.” Jane noted.

A few townies, looking bedraggled, enter and take a seat at the counter. We recognize them from the crater. (Among them  is the Drunk Townie Jake, who is not presently drunk.)

“Morning, Pete. Jake.” Isabela greet the man.

“The usual, please, Izzy.” The man replied

Isabela pours them a couple cups of coffee.

“You missed all the excitement out at the crater.” The man told Isabela.

“What crater?” Isabell asked.

Y/n and Jane overhear this, exchange a look, turn to the Townies with interest.

“They're saying some kind of satellite crashed in the desert.” Pete Answered.

“We were having a good time with it till the Feds showed up, chased us out.” Jake explained.

Satellite I think that’s the Thor’s hammer.

“Excuse me, did you say there was a satellite crash?” Jane asked Townies.

“Yep. They said it was radioactive. And I had my hands all over it.” Jake confirmed. “I'm probably sterile now.”

Thor, unconcerned, prepares to dig into the giant pile of pancakes. Darcy is amazed by the sight.

“Oh my God, this is going on Facebook.” Darcy whips out her cellphone. “Smile!” Darcy tote Thor. Thor smiles  as she snaps a photo of him and his massive stack of food.

“What did the satellite look like?” Erik Chimed in.

“I don't know nothing about satellites. But it was heavy. Real heavy. Nobody could lift it.” Jack. Explained.

This gets Thor's attention.

Y/n projects one of her thoughts to Thor. It’s your hammer Thor.

Thor springs to his feet, heads over to Drunk Townie Jake, and pulls the Townie around to face him.

“Where?!” Thor demanded.

“About twelve miles east of here.” Jake answered nervously.

Thor grins, his spirits soaring, as he quickly strides out of the diner with Y/n hot on his trail.

“I wouldn't bother! Looked like the whole Army was coming in when we left!” Pete called out to Thor and Y/n.

Thor studies the position of the sun, gauging his bearings. Jane, Darcy, and Selvig catch up to him and Y/n.

“Where are you two going?” Jane question Thor and Y/n.

“Twelve miles east of here.” Thor Replied as he follows Y/n to her car. Jane walks with him.

“Why? And why are you going with him questioned Y/n.

“I’m going to helping him.” Y/n answered.

“To get what belongs to me.” Thor said without missing a beat.

“So now you own a satellite?”Jane questioned sarcastically.

“It's not what they say it is.” Thor replied.

“Whatever it is, the government seems to think it's theirs. You intend to just walk in there and take it?” Jane wondered.

“Yes.” Thor noted. “If you come with  me there now, I'll tell you everything you wish to know.”

“Everything?” Jane wondered.

“All the answers you seek will be yours, once I reclaim Mjolnir.” Thor told Jane

Darcy looks to the others."Myeu-muh?" What's "Myeu-muh?" Darcy said confuse.

Jane studies Thor.

He looks sincere. She's nearly swayed,when -“Jane. Y/n.” Erik called for Them.

Erik pulls Jane and Y/n aside. Thor can tell that Selvig doesn't much care for him. “Please don't do this.” Erik stressed to Jane and Y/n.

“I think we should here him out.” Y/n said giving a knowing smile at Thor.

“You know what we saw last night. This can't be a coincidence. I want to know what's in that crater.” Jane expressed.

“I'm not talking about the crater. I'm talking about him.”Erik corrected.

“He's promised us answers.” Jane replied.

“He's delusional! Listen to what he's saying! "Thor." "Bifrost." "Mjolnir." These are the stories I grew up with as a child!” Erik explained.

“What if he’s telling the truth what if he really is the God of Thunder.” Y/n said trying to reason with Erik.

“Really you actually believe him. He hit his head when Jane hit him he’s not the god of thunder!!” Erik voiced.

“We just can’t abound you hit him twice I won’t do that look i’m not leaving him he needs help and I’m going to help him. Y/n declared.

“I’d just be riding with him and Y/n out there, that's all.” Jane explained.

“It's dangerous. He's dangerous.” Erik replied.

“So Am I and you asked me to be here so what’s the difference between me and him?” Y/n asked.

After a moment, Jane nods at Erik. They head back over to Thor and Darcy.

“I'm sorry. I can't go with you and Y/n.” Jane told Thor.

“I understand. Then this is where we say goodbye.” Thor Accepted. He takes her hand and kisses it.

“That's... thank you.” Jane giggled.

Thor bows slightly to each of them.

“Jane Foster... Erik Selvig... Darcy. Farewell.” Thor replied. He and Y/n gets in her car heads off down the street.

“Early you said you know who I am.” Thor Announced.

“I do you are the god of thunder.” Y/n replied.

“How is it you believe me when the others didn’t?” Thor questioned.

“I can reads.” Y/n answered taking her eyes off the rode for a second. “That’s how I woke you up in the hospital before.”

“Really your truly a mind reader?” Thor Asked.

“I know what happened with the Frost Giants and how you got here you were banished by your father Odin.” Y/n answered

“Wow... this is amazing how long have you been able to do this?” Thor wondered.

“Ever since I was five I can also control the weather too.” Y/n Remarked.

“You can what..” Thor Stated as he looks around the car he sees it begins to snow.

“This is extraordinary.” Thor beamed.

“I’m glad someone thinks so.” Y/n said smiling. “But we’re not going far.

Erik looks worried and relieved.

“Now... let's get back to the lab We have work to do.” Erik told as him  and Darcy turn and start to go. Jane looks after the car as they drive away down the street.

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Sif joins the Warriors Three as they hurry towards the Throne Room. Two Einherjar Guards enter, admitting Sif and the Warriors Three, who burst through the entrance, heads bowed.

“Allfather, we must speak with you.” Sif urged. But as they raise their heads, they stop short to see -- Loki Sitting sprawled upon his father's throne. He wears his horned ceremonial headdress and holds gungnir in his hand. Sif and the others look up, shocked at the sight before them.

“What is this?” Volstagg Questioned.

“My friends... you haven't heard? I am now Ruler of Asgard.” Loki informed them.

“Where is Odin?” Fandral Asked in a curious tone.

“Father's fallen into the Odinsleep. My mother fears he may never awaken again.” Loki answered.

“We would speak with her.” Sif replied.

Sif and the Warriors Three exchange a look. Loki notices.

“She has refused to leave my father's bedside. You can bring your "urgent" matter to me, your King.” Loki declared

Sif covers quickly. “We would ask you to end Thor's banishment.” Sif voiced.  

“My first command can not be to undo  the Allfather's last. We're on the brink of war with Jotunheim. Our people must have a sense of continuity in order to feel safe in these difficult times.” Loki remarked.  Sif and the Warriors Three trade looks, not liking any of this. “All of us must stand together, for the good of Asgard.”

“Of course.” Fandral replied

Sif and the Warriors Three bow their heads and exit. Loki stares after them.

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Jane, Selvig, and Darcy head up the street. They're by Arturo's, when a pick-up Truck pulls up before them, stopped by traffic. In the back of the vehicle, Jane notices,partially covered by a tarp, the dark matter analysis machine from her lab.

“Hey! That's my stuff!” Jane called out.

Jane, Selvig, and Darcy reach the lab, where government vehicles are parked. Shield Agent haul equipment out of the lab and load it into waiting vans. Other Agents strip all the equipment from inside the Pinzgauer and cart it away. Still others emerge from her trailer, arms loaded with scientific instruments and documents.

“What the hell is going on here?!” Jane barked at the Agents but they  ignore her as Agent Coulson approaches.

“Ms. Foster, I'm Agent Coulson, with Shield.” Coulson informed them.

Erik, recognizing the name of the organization, grows wary.

“I don't care who you work for, you can't do this!” Jane voiced loudly.

“Jane. This is more serious than you realize. Let it go.” Erik Chimed in.

“Let it go?! This is my life!” Jane remarked  angrily.

“We're here investigating a security threat. We need to appropriate your equipment and all your atmospheric data.” Coulson disclosed.

“By "appropriate"  you mean "steal?" Jane corrected.

Instead of answering, Coulson gives her a check. “This should more than compensate you for your trouble.” Coulson replied.

She throws the check to the ground without looking at it. “I can't just pick up replacements  from RadioShack! I made most of that equipment myself!” Jane exclaimed.

“Then I'm sure you can do it again.” Coulson pointed out.

“And I'm sure I can sue you for violating my constitutional rights!” Jane told.

“We're the good guys, Ms. Foster.” Coulson reported.He tries to walk away, but Jane blocks his path. She is fully herself, fueled by outrage.

“So are we! We're on the verge of understanding something extraordinary.” Jane started. Jane holds up her notebook. “Everything I know about this phenomenon is in this lab and in this book, and no one has the right to take it from me.” Jane finished.

Coulson gestures to a nearby Agent, who promptly plucks the notebook out of Jane's hands and adds it to the pile he's carrying. Jane is stunned.

“Thank you for your cooperation.” Coulson announced.

He gets into a car. The cars and trucks pull away.

Jane,Erik, and Darcy enter, staring in shock at the now-empty space.

“Years of research, gone.” Jane cried out.

“They even took my iPod.” Darcy confessed.

“And your back-ups?” Erik questioned.

“Look around! They took our back-ups. They took the back-ups of our back-ups.” Jane explained.

“I just downloaded, like, thirty songs on there.” Darcy told.

“Will you please stop talking about your iPod?!” Jane barked at Darcy then she looks over to Erik.

“Who are these people?” Jane asked Erik.

“No one knows much about them. But I knew a scientist -- a pioneer in gamma radiation. Shield showed up, and he was never heard from again.” Erik answered.

“I'm not going to let them do this. I'm getting everything back.” Jane declared.

“Please, let me contact one of my colleagues. Dr. Pym or Dr. Munroe they had some dealings with these people. I'll e-mail them  and see if one of them can help.” Erik insisted.

“They took your laptop, too.” Darcy Chimed in.

Annoyed, Erik thinks.

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Erik and Jane in the Pinzgauer drive up in front of then town's rinky-dink library. A sign in the window reads, "Free Internet.”

“I'll just be a minute.” Erik told Jane as He climbs out and heads inside. Jane looks down the street and sees something that intrigues her.

Thor and Y/n enters the store. Thor approaches a pet store clerk While Y/n looks at all the animals.

“I need a horse.” Thor announced.

“Thor they don’t sell Horse.” Y/n answered.

“Ya, we don't sell horses. Just dogs, cats, birds.” The clerk agreed with Y/n.

“We’re just here to kill time for Jane to find us.” Y/n told Thor as she starts to play with some bunnies.

“Right well Then give me one of those, large enough to ride around town for now.” Thor replied.

“You can’t ride any of them you would squish them with your weight.” Y/n disclosed.

The Pet Store Clerk looks confused. Just then, Thor and Y/n hears a car horn . They turn to the open door. Across the street, Jane calls out to them  from the Pinzgauer.

“You still have room for one more?” Jane wondered.

“Ya come on Thor.” Y/n replied.

Y/n and Thor walks out the pet store to the truck and Jane gets out the driver seat so Y/n can drive.

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It's story time in the library, as a LIBRARIAN reads a book --"THE SECRET HISTORY OF GIANTS"-- to a group of kids.

"And though they're large, giants can be quiet. You have to listen carefully for the sound of their

footsteps -- because they may be closer than you think." The librarian shared  with the Group of kids.

Nearby, Selvig sits at a computer terminal, finishing up his e-mail and his Text to Dr. Munroe. Beside him, a kid  flips through a book with interest. The Librarian stops mid-story and calls to the Kid pleasantly.

“Joshua, come sit down. It's story time.” The librarian voiced. The Kid closes his book and joins the others. Selvig looks over, notices the title of the book the Kid was reading --"MYTHS AND LEGENDS FROM AROUND THE WORLD."

He picks it up, flips through it, stops at the section on Scandinavian Mythology. It's a picture of a Rainbow bridge  coming down from Asgard to earth. Asgardians walk upon it, among them Odin, Loki’, and Thor, who wields Mjolnir. On the ground below them, a group of  vikings kneel reverently. He eyes the illustration, pondering.

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Jane's Pinzgauer cuts off the road, heads over the rugged terrain. Storm clouds roll in over the desert sky. Y/n drives. Jane is pumped with adrenaline, nervous and excited, as Thor sits beside her, upbeat and eager for battle.

“I've never done anything like this before! Have you ever done anything like this before?” Jane asked in a curious way. Thor looks amused by her excitement.

“All time he’ll I think I’m doing it right now.” Y/n answered.

“Many times. You're brave to do it.” Thor replied.

“I all time. Hell  I think I’m doing it right now.” Y/n murmured.

Thor chuckles at Y/n. She is one funny mortal he thinks.

“They just stole my entire life's work. I really don't have anything left to lose.” Jane

“Who is they.” Y/n questioned in a serious tone.

“Erik said there Shield some law-enforcement organization they came and took everything.”

Y/n’s whole demeanor change. How the hell did they catch on so fast? How am I going to protect Thor if they find out what he is it’s over. The clouds outside turn a dark gray.

“But you're clever. Far more clever than anyone else in this Realm.” Thor said voice soft with affection

"This Realm?" Why do you talk like that?” Jane wondered.

“You think me strange?” Thor asked.

Jane laughs, catches herself. “Yeah. Just a little.”

“Good strange or bad strange?” Thor wondered.

“I'm not quite sure yet.” Jane answered as She looks at him, sees him staring at her. She's lost in his gaze. There so lost in each other that they don’t see the distress that Y/n in, being lost in her own thoughts of what’s going to happen. The pinzgauer lurches off the road. She quickly snaps out of her thoughts and regains control of the car.

“Sorry.” Y/n announced. Y/n glances at Thor through that review mirror and, he can see that something is troubling her but before he can ask her on the  matter Jane speaks.

“Who are you? Really?” Jane queried.

“You'll see soon enough.” Thor told Jane.

“You promised me answers.” Jane Remarked.

“What you seek -- it's a bridge.” Thor answered.

“A bridge? Like an Einstein-Rosen Bridge?” Jane guessed.

“More like a rainbow bridge.” Thor corrected.

“God, I hope you're not crazy.” Jane declared.

As the Pinzgauer heads away, we continue up a hillside, revealing a light illuminating the valley beyond. As we move closer, we see the glow comes from -- A Massive Shield Base Now set up around the crater -- vehicles, trailers, barricades. Armed Guards man a gate in the razor wire fence that runs fifty yards from the crater's edge, enclosing the complex. Clear, plastic access tubes with junction boxes lead to a translucent cube structure erected in the middle of the crater. Through the glass walls of the base's command trailer, we see Coulson directing technicians, busy at work. Within the cube structure itself, a team of Shield scientist work with high-tech machinery, analyzing the object at the center of it all -- Mjolnir.

Y/n, and Thor crawl to the edge of the ridge, look through binoculars, see the impressive shield base.

“Look I know how important this to you but We can go to Home Depot and get you a hammer.” Y/n insisted as she tries to pull Thor way from the edge. Thor doesn’t budge and looks at Y/n.

“Your worried about about me?” Thor wondered.

“Of course I’m worried you don’t know how these guys work if they catch you it’s over. There’s no way I’ll can help you get back home.” Y/n answered.

Thor puts a comforting hand on Y/n’s shoulder. “I will be fine I have been in worst situations before and I’m still here.” Thor explained.

“I that is real reassuring thank you.” Y/n replied Sarcastically.

Jane walks up to Thor and Y/n with a concern look. “Hat isn't a satellite crash. They would have hauled the wreckage  away, not built a city around it.” Jane disclosed.

Thor shrugs out of his jacket and hands it to her.

“You're going to need this.” Thor commented.

“Why?--“ Jane trailed off.

Thunder rumbles overhead. She stares at him intently and takes his jacket.

“Y/n are you doing this?” Jane questioned.

“No this isn’t but I think I know who is.” Y/n answered.

“Stay here. Once I have Mjolnir, I will return what they stole from you—Deal?” Thor Remarked.

He looks to Jane then Y/n, already knowing that Jane will take put but Y/n will disobey his request.

“No! Look what's down there! You can't just walk in, grab our stuff, and walk out!” Jane proclaimed.

“No.” Jane looks relieved. “I'm going to fly out.” Thor replied.

Before she can react, he starts heading towards the crater. The first drops of rain begin to patter into the dust.

“Wait...” Jane trailed off. But Thor is already headed towards the crater.

A  Needle spikes on a handheld sensor device. The technician holding it looks over at the hammer. Mjolnir begins to give off a subtle glow. A bolt of lightning cracks across the sky above.

A younger shield agent, a techie in a headset, monitors security. A junior, looks on, none-too-pleased.

“Feed from the keyhole. Can barely penetrate the cloud cover.” The Techie hikes a thumb at another monitor, squelching with static. It shows an SAR shot of the area, laid over a terrain map. “Tech's barely working as it is, with all the interference that thing's giving off.” He gestures towards the hammer. He checks a computer. “Hey, we've got a commercial aircraft coming in right over us, Southwest Airlines Flight 5434.” Techie disclosed.

“Reroute it, like all the others.” Sitwell ordered

“Right. Can I get the passengers some free drinks for the trouble?” Sitwell glares at him. “It'd be a nice gesture.” The Techie types into the computer, when he notices something on another screen, holds up a hand. “Hold a sec... we got something outside the fence, west side...”  Techie trailed off. Techie points at the screen. Through the haze, it shows a  thermal image huddled beside the fence.

“DeLancey, Jackson -- check it out.”  Sitwell said into the radio.

Back at the top of the Cliff Y/n is using her telepathy to track everyone in the facility. She picks up on the conversation Sitwell is having with one of the Techie. They found you Thor keep your guard up two coming your way. Y/n broadcasted her thought to Thor. Back down at the Base a pair of Shield Agents(DeLancey and Jackson) take off in a jeep to investigate. Sitwell looks out the window, something strange catching his attention. The window's reflection that a glow is coming from the hammer containment area.

The jeep pulls up as the Agents scan the fence with an flashlight, see nothing unusual.

“Looks like we're good here. Must have been another coyote.” Agent Jackson seven to the radio to Sitwell. Just then, the Agents notice a section of the fence has been bent up from the ground, leaving a gap. Before they can call it in, a massive crack of lightning illuminates the night sky -- revealing the silhouette of a large man standing outside the driver's (Jackson's) side of the jeep. DeLancey looks over, notices.

“Jackson?” DeLancey hesitated. The Agents reach for their weapons. Thor elbows the driver across the jaw, causing him to drop his weapon. Jackson slumps over the steering wheel, as DeLancey starts to raise a shotgun at Thor.

Thor grabs the barrel, yanks it out of DeLancey's hands and thrusts the hilt back, smashing the Agent's jaw. Thor reaches into the jeep to grab a rain slicker.

Part 5

[fairie-gothmother]

In The Shadow of Starlight, Part 4: Mental Bullet Wounds

Part 1: The Fall

Part 2: Negotiating With Gods

Part 3: The Nature of the Beast

"Ah. Fuck!" Octavia was getting frustrated. Of course, she had to get shot in the most awkward spot possible. No matter how she twisted, she just couldn't get a good view of the bullet wound in her shoulder. It didn't help that this medical room didn't have the proper equipment for self surgery. She hadn’t had the time to order supplies, so all she had to extract bullets was a knife and a tiny wall mounted mirror.

She pulled her shirt down further off the shoulder and tried yet another angle to get a better look. Seeing the reflection of her back, she was reminded why she kept herself covered at all times. Nothing but ridged, pink scar tissue covered her entire back and extended beneath the collar of the shirt down both arms. It was disgusting. She hated it. Hated the way it looked, the way it felt, and the memories it brought up.

She saw tears welling up in the eyes of her reflection. What a sorry sight. She looked up and blinked away the tears, refusing to let them fall.

"Oh," came a voice in the room.

Octavia's stomach felt like it dropped to her ankles. She quickly covered up and turned to see Troy Calypso standing just inside the medical room, holding his side. He said, "I was going to tell you to stitch this up for me, but it looks like you could use a hand yourself."

"No, I got it," she snapped. Of course this guy didn't have the courtesy to fucking knock.

"Hm. That's funny. 'Cause from here, it looks like you're just making it worse by blindly digging around with that knife."

As much as she hated to admit it, he was right, but her self consciousness held her back. She tried so hard to make sure no one ever knew about her deepest shame, she couldn't let her defenses down that easily.

"You don't understand," she said, looking anywhere but the other man in the room.

"You really don't think the one armed cyborg would understand? C'mon. Let me take out that bullet so you can get started on sewing me up."

His gaze had focused on her, expression mixed somewhere between impatience, concern, and something else she couldn't put her finger on. Pulling her shirt down once again off the shoulder, she turned slightly and gestured her head towards her back.

She tensed as Troy crossed the room towards her, feeling her face get redder with each step. She turned facing away from him to give him access to the wound.

"You can use the switchblade on the table. Just push the button to open it," Octavia said.

"I do know how knives work," Troy said wryly. Octavia was about to retort, but the words were forgotten when she felt his fingertips sweep across the bare skin of her back. She shivered involuntarily. She hoped he didn't notice how much his light touch and close proximity was affecting her. To be honest, she didn't even want to admit it herself. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on sitting still.

Octavia couldn't help but flinch when the cool metal blade touched her skin and plunged into the wound.

"Ow! Be careful," Octavia hissed.

She could tell Troy was actually trying to remove the bullet without hurting her, but it was deeper than expected. Her eyes squeezed shut as he dove the tip of the blade further into the hole.

"It would be easier to be careful if you didn't move so much. Hold on. I think I got it." He held her shoulder for stability so he didn't accidentally cut her. He managed to angle the blade behind the tip of the bullet, slowly easing it out. After several long moments passed, he took the knife out and removed the metal object with his hand. Octavia yelped when he yanked it out. She turned to glare at Troy who only grinned and waved the bloody bullet in his hand.

"There. See, I know what I'm doing. Feel better?"

"Yeah," Octavia said. She ignored the heat in her cheeks as she pulled her shirt up over the exposed skin.

When Octavia thought back to when she first met the Calypso, she remembered thinking he was nothing but a monster. Now, she felt almost guilty for feeling that way. She owed him a lot. Not only for removing the bullet embedded in her shoulder but also for saving her life during the raid. She wanted to thank him, but just couldn't find the words to do it.

“Alright, let’s do this.” Troy pulled his tank top off over his head and laid down on the examination table. He beckoned her to come closer. Octavia’s eyes went wide at the implication. Was this how he wanted her to thank him? He pointed to a cut on the side of his abdomen. “Don’t tell anybody I got tagged by a tink. Little shit came out of nowhere.”

Oh, right… What was wrong with her? She had to get a grip. Embarrassed from misinterpreting things, she wordlessly began cleaning his injury. She hadn’t felt this vulnerable in a long time. She hated needing help, but she hated her deformed body even more. That was a part of herself that she didn’t share with anyone. It was meant to stay hidden, locked away in the past where no one could reach it.

"So you wanna talk about it?" Troy asked. Octavia was becoming concerned with how well he was able to read her.

"Not really."

He slowly nodded, but didn’t look away from her. Her defenses were cracking under his steady gaze. She didn’t like how transparent he made her feel.

“Do you?” she asked, motioning towards his mechanical arm. It came out a little more aggressive than she meant it to.

Troy was still looking at her, but now as if he was trying to come to some sort of decision. The corner of his mouth twitched. “Touché, smart ass,” he teased.

Octavia was relieved he let that slide. She didn’t have the energy to deal with any more stress. Getting shot during a raid was enough for one day. She absentmindedly stitched up the wound, barely noticing the Calypso watching her as she worked.

“Good as new,” Octavia said, taping a gauze pad over the stitches.

Troy swung his long legs over the side of the examination table and stood. “Finally. I was getting bored. You really need some magazines or something in here,” he said, making his way across the room. You’re welcome, Octavia thought bitterly.

Her annoyance faded when she noticed the Calypso begin to stagger. All the color drained from his face, and his eyes glazed over. “Hey, are you okay?” she asked. Before he reached the door, Troy stumbled backwards into the counter with a loud crash. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he slumped to the floor unconscious.

~~~

Troy gradually regained awareness. He was still in the medical room, lying on an examination table. His skull felt like it would split in two. Involuntarily, he let out a groan.

“You’re awake.” Octavia’s voice came from somewhere behind him. She rushed to his side carrying a tray of herbs and stone tools.

“What… what happened?” Troy asked. He blinked at the lights overhead.

“I was about to ask you the same thing. You passed out,” she said.

Shit. He knew he was getting weaker. He checked the siren marks on his left arm, flexing and rotating his hand. Their usual glow had dimmed to the point where the marks looked like normal tattoos.

“Looks like the energy withdrawals are starting to hit pretty hard. Does anyone else know?”

“No, you’ve only been out for a few minutes. Take this.” Octavia said. She handed him a cup of thick, murky brown liquid that smelled like compost.

“What is it?”

“Chocolate milk. Just drink it.”

Troy turned his nose up at it before gulping it down. It was cold and viscous like slime that quite literally slid down his throat. It tasted like an entire spice rack stewed in swamp sludge. “Gah! C’mon, witch doctor. Why does everything you give me taste like you scooped it out of a toilet?”

After weeks of being teased and belittled for her profession, something in Octavia finally snapped. She coldly replied, “Well, excuse me, your highness. It’s medicine. It isn’t supposed to taste good. I’m an herbalist, not a witch doctor, and not one of your gourmet chefs.” She snatched the cup from Troy’s hands. “You could try showing a little fucking gratitude.” She stormed to the other side of the room slamming her tray on the counter.

A pang of guilt twinged in his gut. The silence lasted uncomfortably long. She had just given him medicine after he collapsed on her floor in a severely vulnerable state. He winced as he swallowed his pride.

“You’re right. Thank you, Vi.”

Octavia turned her head to look at Troy over her shoulder. Her face was flushed a light shade of pink, either still angry from his previous comment or flustered from this uncharacteristic response.

Troy continued, “Guess I owe you one. Thanks to you, Pandora is graced with my fine ass another day.”

“Pff, please. You don’t have an ass,” Octavia said as she eyed him up and down.

“Oh, really? Wanna see for yourself?” He rolled onto his side, put a thumb beneath his waistband, and tugged downward. Octavia yelped and squeezed her eyes closed.

“Don’t you dare!” she shouted.

Troy broke into a fit of laughter. Octavia tried to keep the stern look on her face by tightly pursing her lips together, but she failed and eventually cracked a smile. For the first time, the tension between them lifted. Troy realized that he liked seeing her smile.

The pleasantness of the moment didn’t last long as Troy was struck with another wave of vertigo. He leaned back onto the exam table. “Got any magic toilet water to keep me from keeling over again?”

“I’m not sure. We should talk to Professor Tannis. If there's anyone who knows about siren energy, it's her-”

Her voice faded as Troy’s head reeled again. He pressed his human palm to his temple to keep the room from spinning. He imagined how his followers would react to seeing their omnipotent leader faint. Did he even have followers anymore? Some god he was.

This was the worst his withdrawals have ever been. All his life, Tyreen was right by his side to feed him energy when he needed it, even if she did call him a parasite for asking. That bitch knew he couldn’t survive without her. Banishing him was equivalent to letting him starve to death.

Troy was pulled from his thoughts feeling fingertips graze across his forehead, brushing the hair from his face.

“Did you hit your head? Does it hurt?” Octavia asked. Her delicate fingers were soft and cool on his skin. Her large emerald eyes scanned his face for signs of injury. A few strands of chestnut colored hair fell from her ponytail and framed her heart-shaped face.

A spicy floral scent emitted from her as she leaned over him. Her face was close enough to his that with a simple raise of his chin, he would find out if she tasted as sweet as she smelled.

He caught himself and pushed the traitorous thoughts from his mind. He looked away and swatted her hands off him. “No, it’s fine. Just a little lightheaded.”

Don’t, he scolded himself. She treated all her patients like this, right? She only cared about the health of the God King. Everyone always cared for the God King. Not long ago, he would have crushed every bone in her hand for having the audacity to touch him. No one ever gave a shit before. This was no different.

Troy slipped back into his persona and flashed a cocky grin.

“Besides, look who you’re talking to. Just for the sake of my quality of life though, we should go ahead and get a hold of, uh… crazy scientist lady.”

“Her name is Tannis.”

“That’s the one.”

~~~

Sanctuary. What a spectacular name for such a shithole. Only a handful of people roamed the halls, and Troy swore he saw a claptrap unit chasing a ratch around. He wasn’t sure what he expected Sanctuary to be, but it sure wasn’t this.

Time dragged on while Tannis got situated in the lab. It was entertaining watching her scurry around at first, trying to make sense of the unusual songs she sang to herself. Now Troy was bored, and no one else in the room attempted to make conversation. Curiosity finally got the better of him. “So, Martha.”

“It’s Maya,” the sapphire siren chided.

“Right. I’ve never met another siren other than my sister. What are your powers like?”

The corners of Maya’s mouth turned up into a grin. Surprisingly, she chose to indulge him. “I’m able to phaselock targets and suspend them in another dimension.”

“Whoa, that sounds rad.” He stood back and held his arms out. “Here, do me.”

“I am not going to phaselock you.”

He dropped his arms and pouted. “Aw, come on!”

Tannis lightly whacked him on the arm with her clipboard. “As tempting as it is to start a siren fight club, I’m afraid there are more pressing matters at hand. If you could stand still for a moment-” Tannis poked and prodded at him, occasionally saying things like, “fascinating.” Troy was hyper aware of how close she was to his right side, turning to keep her to his left as much as possible. He jumped when he felt a pinch on his ass. “Interesting,” Tannis said.

Maya helped get things back on track. “Alright. So far we know that Troy can’t absorb the life force from living things like Tyreen can, and she could somehow channel energy to him through touch. Is there anything else we have to work with?”

Troy wished there was. “Other than that, it’s all I’ve got. That’s just one part to my curse. Aside from being a defective siren, I’ve also been cursed with irresistible good looks.”

“Tch. You wish.” A dark blue haired kid scoffed from the back of the lab. She leaned against the wall with her arms crossed. Troy hadn’t noticed her until now.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” he asked, not bothering to hide the annoyance in his tone.

“I’m going to be a siren. An actual siren, not whatever you are. I’d put an end to assholes like you. I don’t know why we’re trying to keep you alive, honestly.”

Maya interrupted, “You’ll have to excuse my apprentice. Ava, stop threatening people with powers you don’t have yet. I said you could watch as long you didn’t cause trouble.”

Ava’s tough girl act dropped. “I know. I’ll behave, promise. Please don’t kick me out.”

What a punk. “Okay, kid. You let me know if that siren thing ever works out for ya.” Troy clicked his tongue and winked at her. She shook with impotent rage, fists clenched at her sides like a child about to throw a tantrum.

Tannis was about to explode in anticipation, eager to start her experiments. “Well, cursed or otherwise, I find your physical attractiveness confusingly repulsive. That being said, I feel you have an important part to play in the coming days. So I’ve prepared several only mildly painful experiments. Now, where to start?”

Tannis was completely in her element, recording Echo logs and bouncing around Troy while he soaked in all the attention. His bask in the spotlight was short lived.

The tests began with the obvious catalyst for siren power, eridium. After trying different delivery methods, Troy got impatient and stupidly licked a chunk of raw eridium. Other than burning his tongue, it had no effect. Next, they attempted to transfer siren energy indirectly. Maya charged an Eridian artifact as a sort of battery for Troy to draw from. Again, no results.

After hours of trial and error, one failure after another, they’d concluded every test.

“I think we have to call it quits,” Maya admitted. She looked tired, wiping the sweat from her brow. “You gave it your best shot, Tannis.”

“How curious. It would seem Troy is a siren in tattoos only,” Tannis said, looking defeated.

Troy was exhausted. “This blows,” he said, sprawled out across the examination table, panting slightly from the exertion. “Don’t mind me, ladies. It’s not like my life depends on it or anything.” Troy caught Ava wearing a shit-eating grin and stuck his tongue out at her.

“I think we may be on the right track,” Tannis circled around the examination table, talking more to herself than to anyone else in the room. “Perhaps Troy’s cybernetics could be modified to include Eridian artifacts into the bio-integration components.”

Troy closed his eyes, grateful for a moment to rest. He had hoped Tannis would at least find a temporary solution to his dependency on Tyreen. He was running off of fumes. It was only a matter of time until his tank ran completely dry.

While he was busy worrying about his own mortality, Troy didn’t notice Tannis absentmindedly extending her hand until she touched his shoulder brace. He jolted from his lamenting. In an instinctual panic, he caught her bare wrist in his human hand.

A familiar flood of power surged through him. He threw his head back, caught in the sudden sensation. Red tendrils entwined his arm with Tannis’s, filling him with the strength his starving body so desperately craved. His siren marks blazed back to life in a brilliant flash of crimson.

Then, he was unable to move, frozen in place. Maya had activated her powers and suspended him in midair. So this was what being phaselocked felt like. His insides burned like the sting of frostbite. His breath caught in his throat, lungs refusing to function. Maya lifted him into the air and tossed him across the room away from Tannis. He yelled as he was sent careening into a counter full of lab equipment.

Maya helped Tannis up from the floor. A distinct blue glow peaked out from beneath one sleeve of her lab coat.

“I thought you could only take from Tyreen!” Maya said, her face drained of color.

Troy held up his left arm observing the intense light of his marks. “I guess it’s any siren.”

Ava pointed to the scientist’s glowing arm. “Tannis? You’re a…”

A siren.

[lovemesomesurveys]

Do you feel guilty? if yes, why so? There’s a few things I feel guilty about, but I don’t feel like getting into any of it right now.

Has someone you cared about moved recently? No.

Do you know the band DiscoToTheStars? If you like Nickasaur, NeverShoutNever, shit like that, you should look them up. I’m not familiar with them and I don’t feel like looking them up. I know of NeverShoutNever, but I haven’t listened to them in like a decade.

Are you trying hard in life? No. :/

Do you need to brush your teeth? Not at this moment.

Does your tongue hurt? No.

Where are you?. I’m in my room sitting on my bed.

Are you sad? That’s just who I am, man.

Do you like xbox? I have played one in years.

Do you eat peanut butter? Yeah. I haven’t had any in awhile, though. Now that I think of it it’s probably been a few years. :O

How many fingers do you have? 10. I’m not counting thumbs separate.

Will you be mad at me if i don't make this survey very long? Um, no. I’ll be fine.

Does your tummy hurt? Not at the moment.

Who do you sit with at lunch? I’m not in school. I rarely have lunch these days, but if I do I’m either eating in bed or with my mom. 

Were you wrong all along? Yep. 

Tell me a story about a stupid kid. : Uh, what?

Have you seen "Ferrets" on YouTube?. No.

I fucking hate Rihanna, do you? No. I don’t have anything against her as a person and I like a lot of her songs.

Are you the only person awake right now? In my house, yes.

Do you feel alone? Sometimes. Not so much physically, though sometimes, but more so in other ways.

Are you itchy? No.

Do you need to wash your face? No.

Do you want animals when you grow up? . I’ve had a pet(s) throughout my life. I currently have my 3 year old German Shepherd/Lab mix named Princess Leia.

Do you have an annoying old grandmother? No. I had a great relationship with both my grandmothers, but sadly my maternal grandmother passed away over a decade ago. She and I were really close. My paternal grandmother is still in my life and she’s very sweet and loving.

What year are you taking this? Good ol’ 2020....  -______-

Do you think the world will end in 2012? We’re still here in 2020, but barely.

What's your name? Stephanie.

Are you eating chicken? No. I’m not eating anything at the moment.

Do you like llamas? I LOVE LLAMAS! Sure.

Do you have pubic hair? Casually just throw this in among random questions about chicken, llamas, and ice cream. Okay then.

What's your favorite flavor ice-cream? Strawberry. I’ve answered this quite a bit lately. 

Have you made a survey before? Once, several years ago. I wish I could find it, but it was on Xanga. :(

What's the nearest rainbow object around you? I don’t have any.

Do you have a phone? i don't. Yes.

Do you like the new Myspace? Damn, this is old.

Who are you dating? Wanna tell me about them? I’m single. 

How would you like to kill someone? Um, I wouldn’t wtf. Should I be worried about you, survey maker?

Do you like to wear clothes? Yes. I don’t like being naked, I feel so uncomfortable. 

When's the last time you pooped? You are quite weird.

Are you wearing armpit perfume? Can i sniff? What did I get myself into...

Are you happy? No.

Pencils or markers? Uh, depends?

Do you draw, or sing? Nope.

Don't you hate hangnails? They’re the worst.

What kind of surveys do you like? Long with interesting and random questions. This one is a little too much at times, though.

Have you ever gave someone a hand/blow job? Received one? No.

Did it snow for you on Christmas? It doesn’t snow here. :(

What's the date? Sunday, October 25th, 2020.

Do you feel like a stalker? No, cause I’m not one.

What's worse? Getting a boner or your period in the middle of class? Both would likely be uncomfortable and embarrassing, I’m sure.

Do you read FML, MLIA, OMGFACTS, etc? I used to frequent FML and OMGFACTS back in the day.

Wanna Fuck? No, I’m good.

What's up? I’m listening to an ASMR video and trying to get through this survey.

Are you hungry? No, I ate like an hour ago.

What's your worst fear? Losing my loved ones, dying, getting worse/never getting better, never doing anything with my life... stuff like that. 

What's your favorite pattern? Plaid.

Ever seen a blue waffle? No, but then again I don’t often eat waffles, either. You’d just add food coloring, no? <<< Sadly, that’s not what it is. :X I hate that I know that.

Do you shop at Hot Topic? Yeah. I get majority of my graphic tees from there and their sister store, Boxlunch. 

What's your favorite song? I have numerous favorite songs.

How long is your penis? I don’t have one. Wow, a survey that actually didn’t assume the one taking it was female.

Do your boobs hang low? No. 

Do you ever replace the lyrics in songs to make them inappropriate? No, but I do the opposite of that.

Do you like the band Three Days Grace? Yeah.

I hate the new Gatorade shit, do you? Not sure what new Gatorade “shit” you were referring to.

Do you like ranting? I don’t like it, but it helps to do it sometimes. I like to save them for surveys and Twitter, ha.

Do you like pooping? Sigh.

Are you single? Yes.

So, i'm guessing your bored? Nope.

Do you go out to eat today? I’m not going anywhere today.

Have you ever thought about how the questions asked in a survey might reflect on what happened in the person asking’s life? Yes. I’ve definitely found myself thinking that during this survey.

Do you have fingernails? Yes. Barely, ha.

What's your opinion on Miley Cyrus? I don’t have an issue with her and I like some of her songs.

Do you know who Destry Moore is? Nope.

Can i have your number? Sure, it’s 555-5555. 

Do you know anyone nicknamed Booger? No. Reminds me of that movie, Revenge of the Nerds.

Am i entertaining you? I’m over this survey to be honest.

What's your gender? Female.

What did you call your privates when you were little?

Have you ever named a penis? Do you have a penis? There’s still a lot left to this survey and I’m over it omg.

What's your favorite smiley face? :)

Have you ever worn silly bands? Yeah.

Do you cut yourself? No.

Need a friend? We could be friends. No thank you. 

is this survey getting to long for you? Yes. What's your favorite name? Alexander.

What's your current mood? Tired and blah.

How loud do you like your music? I don’t like it blaring, just a comfortable level to enjoy it. Some may be a little louder than others.

Do you like toast? Sure.

Do you like the band "A Day To Remember" ? I’m familiar with them, but I can’t think of a song of theirs.

Do you have AIDS ? No. Wow, you’re quite invasive.

Are you awkward? Pfft, awkward is my middle name. <<< Saaaame.

Can you joke about rape? Wowww. What's your favorite type of drink? Mine is monster. Coffee and Starbucks Doubleshot energy drnk.

What kind of heart do you make on the computer? <3

Does blood interest you? Nooo. I’m too squeamish and it makes me feel faint. 

Have you realized that there are enough surveys on here for you to never be bored? Well, I’ve been doing them for like 15 years, so I guess so. Although, I’m sure a lot are repeats. And the questions are sure repetitive. 

Do you have a laptop? Yes, which is what I’m on.

Do you have good eye sight? With my glasses on.

How many burnt cds do you have? None anymore. I used to have a ton. I loved making them.

Are you good at English? Yes.

Do you like bands like BrokenCYDE and Blood on the Dance Floor? Never heard of ‘em.

Do you have a favorite movie? I have many. Color? Pastels, rose gold, mint green, coral, and yellow.

Number? Eight.

Have you ever seen a penis? Mhm.

Are you bi-sexual? No.

What do you think about gay people? Um, I think they’re people who are attracted to the same gender. 

Do you believe in God? I do.

Do you like snoop dog? I’ve liked a few songs of his.

Are you horny? No.

Do you like ham? I like oven baked ham with gravy, but not deli ham. I’m weird, I know.

Does Stacyes mom, really have it going on? To him she did.

Do you have dandruff? Not so much anymore. I did when I was younger.

When your watching a video, does it bother if you can see the cursor? I’d likely move it.

is your computer slow? : No.

Do you miss your boyfriend? I’m single.

Do you have toes? Yes.

Are you fucking sick? I'm fucking sick. I’m not feeling well.

Do you want to puke? No.

What color are your knees? The color of my skin.

Are what age did you realize that knees was spelt with a k? I can’t exactly pinpoint the time.

Do you like twist ties? They can be useful.

Do you trust a hoe? I know this is a 3OH!3 reference. I can tell by your vibe.

Are you a vegetarian? Nope.

Will you forgive me for not being able to spell? I don’t care, man. 

TV or Youtube? I like both. I do watch quite a bit of YouTube, though.

Do you live with your grandparents? No. 

Do you hate your family? Nooo. I love my family.

Do you like applesauce? Sure. I couldn’t tell you the last time I had any, though.

is Bzoink the only survey site you can find on the internet? I never use Bzoink to find surveys. I get majority from others on here, but occasionally I’ll go to LiveJournal. I haven’t had to do that in awhile, though.

Do you use smiley faces? Yeah. I don’t go crazy with them, but I use them as I see fit.

Do you like TECHNO?!!?!?!?!?!!??!!!?!?! Not sure why you typed it that way, but nah.

Are you a retarded seal? I hope you’ve grown up and educated yourself since making this survey.

Are you sexy? Nope.

[nicolewrites]

coming home - ii

part two of the three part character study!

Sylvgrid week just ended, so have this to celebrate! Part 3 will take a little longer as it of course depends on the time I have to write it. Big shoutout to the Sylvgrid Discord and all my enablers over there <3

Rating: T+ Genre: Angst, Friendship Characters: [Sylvain Jose Gautier & Ingrid Brandl Galatea] Words: 2,433

"In war, there was no home. There was your base and your objective and the distance that stretched between them." / two - five years of war.

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two - war and change

In war, there was no home. There was your base and your objective and the distance that stretched between them. There were no playful dances and drinks shared with good stories or tests to stay up late studying for. There was war correspondence and treaty negotiations and entirely too much blood. 

At first, Sylvain stayed at Margravate Gautier. He shadowed his father and wrote letters to Ingrid and Felix and Annette and Mercedes and Ashe. The Empire pushed the war into Kingdom territories. Ashe was the first to stop writing back as Rowe fell quickly to the Empire. Annette’s next letter detailed the fact that Ashe had joined her family at the Dominic Barony. Then Dominic fell and Annette’s letters ceased. 

Ingrid’s letters grew increasingly worried and Sylvain felt helpless. Gautier was north enough and far away enough from the front lines that he hadn’t seen any real fights. His father was sending men to fight, of course, but Sylvain had barely left the Margravate. 

Felix’s letters were abrupt and short and increasingly angry after Baron Dominic surrendered to the Empire. Felix, unlike Sylvain, had seen the fighting firsthand. He was with his father coordinating attacks and troops and trying to keep the Kingdom’s war effort under control with no thanks to the capital. 

Dimitri never wrote. Sylvain wrote him one letter, but then decided to spend his energy elsewhere. 

Two months into the war, the Margrave called him into his study.

“You’ve been writing to your friends.”

“Yes.”

“You know, then, that Dominic and many of the Eastern Lords have surrendered to the Empire.”

“Yes.”

“You are going to stop writing to Galatea. You may continue your correspondence to Fraldarius, but you will cease writing to Galatea.”

Sylvain stiffened. “The Count is on our side. He will not cave, no matter the pressure that the Empire places on him. Besides, he borders the Alliance, not the Empire.”

“It does not do well to involve a woman in war.”

And then he understood. This wasn’t a security risk in his letters going to Galatea, it was an Ingrid-risk. Sylvain was suddenly very angry, very quickly. 

“And the Count?”

“He made the request of me,” the Margrave replied coolly. He glanced up from his desk and assessed Sylvain. “Take the lance and a cavalry battalion. There have been disturbances at the Sreng border. You are to deal with them. You leave tomorrow.”

Sylvain nearly hurled a chair at his father, but he kept his temper under control and swept out of his father’s office. He penned a letter to Felix asking about Ingrid and if Fraldarius had also been asked to keep her out of the loop. He enclosed a shorter letter to Ingrid as well, explaining that he was off to cause more death and destruction on the border for a while. 

-

The melting snow on the Sreng border quickly became stained with mud and the blood of soldiers. The Sreng warriors didn’t seem to get the hint though, and they kept coming. Day after day they tried to push the border south and day after day Sylvain swung the Lance of Ruin and cut down sons and fathers and brothers. 

Two of his horses died and were swiftly replaced. He rode at the front of his troops, commanding them and leading them into battle in the day, but at night he retreated to his tent and wrote letters. 

Felix wrote back: he was still speaking with Ingrid, but likely only due to the already existing relationship between Galatea and Fraldarius. Ingrid’s letters came through Felix. He received no more letters from Mercedes. 

Sylvain pressed a pen to the paper and couldn’t find the words to describe the slaughter he faced every day. Men died for a line in the sand that moved inch by bloody inch daily. His hands were so stained with blood, he dreaded the day he might hold something other than a weapon. He understood Dimitri’s fear now: the hands of a monster were not fit to hold anything other than a tool of war. 

His lance and riding skills flourished under the conditions, but Sylvain missed axes and strength and precision and the rushing feeling of wind around him as he flew above the earth on a wyvern that responded much more instinctively than a horse.

He stayed at the border for three months and they were three of the worst months of his life. His letters took longer to be delivered to his friends and their responses were delayed. But, finally, his father summoned him home and the situation at the border settled to a point where the Gautier troops could mostly retreat back to the centre of the Margravate. 

-

They met the Fraldarius messenger at the edge of the city. The courier insisted he had urgent information for the Margrave, but Sylvain straightened his shoulders and demanded the message himself, first. 

The news was worse than he expected: Fhirdiad had fallen and Dimitri was dead.

Sylvain’s head spun. The messenger came from Fraldarius. That meant that Felix already knew and it meant that Margrave Gautier was likely close to the top of the list of people to find out. The ride from Fraldarius territory to Gautier was shorter than the ride from Fraldarius to Galatea. 

He sent the messenger onwards to his father and made immediately for the stables. He took a warhorse from the stables and took an axe from the armoury. He gathered what he needed for a four-day ride and called aside three of the knights that had ridden the fastest with him from Sreng. “We ride for Galatea at dusk,” he instructed. “Your orders come from me, not my father. If you don’t wish to come, find me a replacement who will.”

All three of the knights accepted his commands and prepared to depart. Not a word was uttered to his father until they reached the edge of the city surrounding Castle Gautier. Sylvain sent a messenger then, to inform his father that he was riding for Galatea and that he would be back in probably two weeks. 

-

They reached Galatea after four days of exhaustive, intense riding and Sylvain felt ready to fall off of his horse. Instead, he spotted the lone figure riding towards him from Galatea Manor. She was riding bareback and was wearing only riding pants and a casual top, but even from this far away, he could see the murder on her expression and the lance in her hand. 

He jumped off his horse so that he was on foot when she reached him and Ingrid dismounted before she had come to a full stop. She recognized him later than he had expected and had barely managed to lower her lance before he drew her into a bruising hug. 

“What’s happening?” Ingrid asked, her hands curling into his armour. She sounded lost and upset and Sylvain thought of Dimitri and his voice caught in his throat. 

He buried his nose in her hair and exhaled shakily. In his arms, Ingrid twisted, trying to pull away, but he didn’t let her. Finally, she got the leverage she needed and jammed her palms against his chest hard enough that he had to lean away to keep his balance. 

She looked confused and stricken. “Why was there an express messenger from Fraldarius here yesterday? Why are you here, Sylvain?”

“Rufus was murdered,” he said shakily. “Rufus was murdered and Cornelia framed Dimitri.”

Ingrid’s hands flew to her mouth in horror. “No.”

Sylvain felt tears burn in his eyes. His voice broke when he continued. “He’s gone, Ing. They executed him.”

Ingrid threw herself against him again as she sobbed. Sylvain clutched her like she was the anchor that held him to the earth. He ignored his bloodstained hands as he hugged her and they cried together. Someone’s knees gave out and they ended up on the ground, holding each other as they grieved for the prince and their friend and their country. 

Fhirdiad had fallen and now Sylvain had no home. 

-

Count Galatea begrudgingly allowed Sylvain to stay. He and his soldiers were put up in the meagre guest wing of the manor, but Sylvain understood that his men being here put a drain on Galatea’s resources that was unsustainable. 

Sylvain told the Count that he would leave after four days, giving his men just enough time to be well-rested again before they returned to Margravate Gautier. The Count seemed to find this satisfactory enough, though Sylvain knew his presence had seriously pissed off Ingrid’s father. 

Ingrid’s father who had been making every attempt to hide the truth of the war from Ingrid. Ingrid’s father who had been trying to ensure that Ingrid didn’t know Dimitri was dead and that Fhirdiad had fallen and that the true Kingdom was starting to lose the war. Ingrid’s father whose plans Sylvain had completely upturned, causing Ingrid to grow furious at her father. 

Sylvain hadn’t really expected Ingrid to retaliate, but Ingrid showed up at his door the night before he was set to return to Gautier with a pair of scissors and an expression full of fury. As soon as he had opened the door, she had pushed past him, heading into his adjoining bath chamber. 

He watched her hack off her long hair until it was trimmed short around her jaw. The job was fairly uneven and Sylvain didn’t do anything except watch from the entrance of the chamber as Ingrid’s hair tumbled to the floor. Her jaw was set as she did it, but once she placed the scissors down, her expression crumpled. 

Sylvain hurried to her and touched her shoulder. She turned to him, her eyes blazing and filled with tears. 

“Gilbert said that the execution was concealed. He believes Dimitri escaped.”

Sylvain was surprised. The messenger in Gautier hadn’t delivered that piece of information, but by the anger and the sternness of Ingrid’s expression, he knew that she had wrestled the information out of her father and that she believed it whole-heartedly. 

“You think he’s still alive.”

Her hand curled over his where it rested on her shoulder. “We lost Fhirdiad. We lost Dominic and Rowe and we don’t know what’s happened to our friends there. I refuse to accept that we’ve lost him too.”

Ashe and Annette’s whereabouts were still uncertain since the surrender of the Dominic Barony. Mercedes had been in Fhirdiad the last time she had written and there hadn’t been time to confirm if she had escaped too. Dedue also would have been in Fhirdiad, with Dimitri. 

“What do you want to do?”

Ingrid smiled at him: a small, watery one, but a smile nonetheless. “I want to find him.”

“Then let’s go.”

She stood up and threw her arms around him. “Thank you,” she breathed. “Thank you for not taking this away from me too.

Sylvain hugged her and said nothing. For all the pain he had caused and felt since the war started, he could not imagine being Ingrid. He could not imagine being a prisoner in her own home where she was not allowed to know the truth of what happened outside her walls. He could not imagine not being allowed to fight for his country: something they had trained their entire lives to be able to do. 

-

They made plans to meet in Fraldarius territory in a few months. They would play along with their parents for a little while longer, but then they would go. They didn’t inform Felix of the plan, but they both knew that he would never let them go after Dimitri without him, even if they were chasing a ghost. 

Ingrid saw him off when he left Galatea and there was more life and energy in her eyes than he remembered seeing for a long time. She had a purpose now and it was hers to fill, not her father’s to hide from her. Sylvain was happy to provide her with that. He brushed a hand through her shorter hair when he hugged her goodbye. Her hands were cold when she touched his face softly in farewell, but Sylvain smiled anyways. 

-

Five years passed. Days and weeks and months trickled by with agonizing slowness. Sylvain and Ingrid’s fathers had been furious when they left to search for Dimitri, but Lord Rodrigue provided them with stables for their mounts and supplies for their trip and information that they could use to scour forests and villages across Faerghus. 

Felix was furious at his father’s intervention, but Ingrid and Sylvain were grateful for the assistance. Gilbert joined them sometimes too, but most recently, he had been headed east while they investigated a forest to the south. 

They were following a bare-bones rumour of murdered Imperial patrols on their way south to the monastery. Garreg Mach had been left empty for five years, but Ingrid insisted that they make their way there for the five year anniversary. It was supposed to be a happy occasion, but she argued that maybe the others would come too and they could see Annette and Mercedes and Ashe and Dedue again and they could join in the search. 

In the end, the three of them arrived, already tired, to a battle underway in the outskirts of the monastery. Ashe arrived with Gilbert and Mercedes and Annette arrived together. 

Moonlight glinted off a silver lance at the north part of the battlefield as Dimitri cut his way through bandits. The Professor fought beside him, her expression calm and her sword quick as she protected the reckless prince. 

After the fight, they regrouped at the foot of the monastery. He grinned at his old classmates and former professor and studied Dimitri with a critical eye. There was something broken about Dimitri; something more broken than it had been five years prior. 

Dedue’s death was an unexpected sting. Dimitri’s voice sounded more human when it broke on his friend’s name and Sylvain’s heart clenched uncomfortably. It wasn’t right that their friend was dead. Dedue, who had given him cooking tips. Dedue, who had been grateful to hear his opinion. Dedue, who had taken none of his shit and reminded Sylvain that he deserved to be seen as a human, not a tool or a beast. 

Sylvain looked up at the damaged monastery that loomed above him. Even though nothing about the circumstances were ideal, something in Sylvain’s chest jumped excitedly. His friends were almost all here and Dimitri was alive and the Professor was alive. 

Despite the horrid circumstances, he was home.

[rebellect-writes]

[SIZE=1][b]Name:[/b] Jess. [b]Age:[/b] 21. [b]How did you find us?:[/b] Well, you see. You found me!

[align=center] [color=WHITE]Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. -- [b]Edgar Allan Poe[/b] "The Raven"[/SIZE][/color] [IMG]http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lilkhvalW01qzozmk.gif[/IMG] [color=WHITE]Tell me would you kill to save for a life? Tell me would you kill to prove you're right? Crash, crash, burn let it all burn. This hurricane chasing us all underground.[/color] [/align]

[b]Name:[/b] Fallon. [b]Nicknames & Aliases:[/b] [LIST]Fall; He’ll acknowledge you if you’re not being funny. Autumn; He may change his hair colour a lot but that will get you smacked. Sadistic; Why thank you! Lust; No, he’s not a chick even if he wears guy-liner. [/LIST][b]True Age:[/b] 3004 [b]What He Says:[/b] 1018 [b]Date of Birth:[/b] December 26th [b]Age at Death:[/b] 30 [b]Gender:[/b] Male. [b]Sexual Orientation:[/b] Bisexual, though guys are more his thing. [b]Occupation:[/b] Owns his own theatre plus company, sometimes steps in at Club Hell to help Noah.

[b]Bloodline:[/b] Belle Morte. [b]Power Level:[/b] Master. [b]Mind-Set:[/b] Dominant unless submissive suits the situation. [b]Animal to Call:[/b] Wolves. [b]Powers:[/b] [b]Standard Vampire powers:[/b] Like all vampires, Fallon’s got heightened physical strength and he has steel like grip. He could send a human flying with a slightest touch and like the newly dead, he’s capable of lifting a small car with ease. He’s also very fast, more than capable from switching from a death like stillness to a speed that’s perceived faster than the human eye can follow since he can cloud people’s minds. It’s like as if he vanishes at will! His senses are pretty spot on, Fallon can smell a human’s emotional state, and to some degree, he can taste weaker shifters or vampires and his hearing? Well, he can hear a whispered comment from the other side of the house. With his age, Fallon can disguise himself and appear mortal, but unlike a human, he can switch from being a completely animated being to something that is still, expressionless and silent. The last thing of note is that he’s extremely difficult to harm like most of the older vampires and wounds made from heavy objects, and even bullets, heal with moments even though it hurts like hell he doesn’t let it show.

[b]Feeding Via Mind:[/b] Now, this is a tricky thing for him to do since the human mind is complex. He has to touch people to do this, skin to skin, for it to work and he can only enter a person’s mind to feed from their more promiscuous thoughts and deepest fantasies. He can’t sustain himself on this for long, maybe a day or two extra, but he can use it to hold back the ardeur and the blood hunger. To avoid doing this often, Fallon takes precautions and wears a pair of leather gloves.

[b]Empathic Voice Manipulation:[/b] Fallon can use his voice to bring out the better aspects in peoples moods. He thinks of it more as a mental power than something actually physical because he doesn’t have to touch someone when he uses it, however it still gives off a physical sensation at times to the people he uses it on. In his mind, it’s supposedly like rolling a victim. They want to stay and listen to him, even if they wouldn’t normally do it or despise him. He's only ever really used this power on his wolf, Jesse.

[b]The Ardeur:[/b] Fallon is an incubus, and one of Bella Morte’s special little boys and girls. The most basic way to describe it is that anyone under its thrall is gripped by the intense desire to have sexual intercourse with the user or the closest person to them despite their general preferences. This power’s truly frightening because the Ardeur drains the energy from those it feeds on and can potentially drain a person to the point of death, so incubi and succubi have more than one general lover if they want to feed correctly.

[b]Animal/Human Servant Creation:[/b] In theory, Fallon could take a human on as a servant as well, outside of his animal servant Jesse Harley. Basically, this power allows Fallon to magically bind someone to him, making said servants greater resistance to injury and mental powers and almost complete immunity to his own power (first mark). It also allows him to draw power from his servant and experience what they eat and drink, and even enter their dreams (second mark). He has to take some of the servants blood, but by doing so, it conveys increased healing powers, immunity to poisons and allows him and his servant to communicate mentally (third mark). After that, it’s just a matter of getting his servant to drink his blood and he can make them immortal like him, it also gives them a bond of almost complete mental communication and allows the servant to draw on Fallon’s strength (fourth mark). However, should his servant die, Fallon’s would be metaphysically crippled and most likely go insane since he’s old enough to survive the death. [b]Rank:[/b] Témoin

[b]Face Claim:[/b] Jared Leto. [b]Description:[/b] [IMG]http://images.sugarscape.com/userfiles/image/july/0707jared2.jpg[/IMG] [i]Height:[/i] 5’10. [i]Weight:[/i] 166lbs. [i]Eyes:[/i] Blue. A very distracting blue. [i]Hair:[/i] Naturally, brown and stays brown. Unless he dyes it a different colour for fun! (and 6 months out of 12, it’s one colour or another.) [i]Build:[/i] Very lean, almost to the point he looks underweight but that’s a lie. [i]Visible marks:[/i] He has two tattoos, one on the inside of his wrist in Latin with a quote he forgot years ago, and the other ( a small triad ) on his collar bone. [i]Style:[/i] Normally loose clothes, grungy punk like clothes. Beaded bracelets, necklaces and so on. He can wear suits, if he does though that’s another story since they make him feel confined. He’ll wear them though, if the occasion calls for it and keep the complaining to a minimum.

[b]Special Skills:[/b] [LIST] [*] Can speak French, Romanian, Spanish and Italian. Oh! And sarcasm. [*] He can appear human, unlike newer vampires. [*] Since he’s second in command of Jackford, he does actually have a network of spies and snitches at his finger tips that he uses when he has to. He’s built this up over the years, so in a way it’s a special skill, because he uses it to keep Noah updated and the Kiss one step ahead of things most of the time. [*] It isn't really a special skill, but he prides himself on not being power hungry. [/LIST][b]Personality:[/b][LIST]Fallon is just a giant ball of multicolours. No, seriously, his hair isn’t the only thing that changes. Normally, he’s an ok kind of guy that doesn’t go out of his way to annoy people too much. He likes to help people out and offer them a shoulder to cry on or wall to bounce ideas off. He’ll give advice where it’s due, even if he’s stepping on toes or going to piss someone off, if he feels the need to say it then he will. He’ll always try and apologize afterwards, but he’s Old World, so sometimes things don’t click right despite being fairly modern. What most people don’t notice, and sometimes Fallon doesn’t either, is that he gets bored easily and he acts out, heck the only people that probably would notice one of his acting out fazes are his brother, cousin or Jesse because he goes beyond the typical theatrical, creative and eccentric, he strays into maliciousness. He’s a bit of a charmer when he’s not being a whacky nut case that should be locked away for societies own wellbeing. Fallon’s loyal and backs up any threats and promises, if he says that he’ll do something then he will do it, even if it makes him squirm and whinge like a kicked puppy.

With his vast age, Fallon’s adopted a slightly twisted perspective on vampires and other supernatural. He comes from a time when they were monsters and did drop bodies where they could be found by others then slaughter others. He’s also well versed in the way many Kisses are run. Masters of the City are treated with the utmost respect, and he would give his life if it was what his “master” would want. Masters within the Kiss don’t get instant respect either; if they’re not strong enough then they have to earn it. In a dog eat dog world, its sink or swim baby. Lower Kiss and fledglings jump when he tells them too…Or at least that used to be the way. Fallon treats the Kiss like extended family, they have their ups and their downs but at the end of the day they’re not that dysfunctional. That doesn’t mean he’ll put up with blatant endangerment of his family. If it’s for the better good of all, he will stop people by any means appropriate and has at times locked vampires away in coffins and forgotten about them, or simply ripped their hearts out. He hasn’t held the position of second in command by only being a funny bastard; he has his ruthless streak well hidden as it may be.

While he’s been in Jackford, he’s made it his job to be friends with all the local werewolves where he can and provide them with an alley should they need it. He’s only ever once called the wolves of Jackford without their permission and he won’t do it again. Those he call come to him willingly or not at all. It’s the same with any partners he has as force is very distasteful. No one in this life time has seen Fallon at his worst. Sure, he has his moments where he withdraws from the world and appears bored with what’s going on around him and with what’s going on in his life, but I’m not talking about a depressive vampire. The anger in him is deep, and it’s destructive and in some ways protective because he does rant and he does rave and he does lash out normally in his head these days and prays that he never needs to get violent properly. [/LIST][b]Likes:[/b] [LIST] [*] Playing video games with Jesse. [*] When there’s no trouble for the Kiss. Running around like chickens is annoying. [*] Riding his bike through the city. Screw your cars! [*] Shopping in person, though he’ll never own up to it when he does it online. [*] When it snows. [*] Swimming. [*] Protecting the Kiss. He wouldn’t be second in command of the city if he didn’t. [*] Tormenting Jesse on their [i]movie nights[/i]. [*] Writing poems, short stories, you name it. [*] Playing the guitar, that’s something only Jesse and Noah know about. [/LIST][b]Dislikes:[/b] [LIST] [*] Religious talk. Followed by the words "vampires have no souls." [*] Getting blood on his favourite clothes. It’s hell to get it out.   [*] When Jesse gets into trouble and doesn’t tell him straight away. [*] Fighting with Noah. [*] Jesse disobeying him in some form or another. [*] Silence. He has to have a little noise around him otherwise his mind wanders. [*] People underestimating the Kiss. [*] People that try and hurt his wolf. [*] Getting blood on his clothes. [*] Having to make an example of someone. [/LIST][b]Strengths:[/b][LIST] [*] Goes to great lengths to make friends with the wolves before calling any. [*] Jesse makes him look at the world a whole new way again. [*] Is brutally honest when he needs to be. Suck it up, princess! [*] He’s pretty intelligent, even if he does look like a typical punk.   [*] His brother. Enough said on that matter. [*] Can and will walk into a church, much to the surprise of many. What? He’s fine as long as there’s no flaming crosses or bible toting idiots. [*] Patience of a saint, it must be said. When things look rough, he’ll look for other options. [/LIST][b]Weaknesses:[/b][LIST] [*] Having to be invited into a home. [*] Holy symbols. [*] Jesse Harley. Hurt the pet and you hurt the Master. [*] His older brother Noah. [*] He has to feed the Ardeur or risk it getting out of control and no one wants that. [*] Has a habit of running his mouth off at times. [*] Likes blood a little too much. [/LIST][b]Fears:[/b][LIST] [*] Small spaces. He can deal for a little while but not long time frames. He feared them as a human and it has carried over as a vampire. [*] Seeing Jesse hurt and being unable to help him, he wouldn’t know what to do if he didn’t have his wolf around. [*] Noah's temper or Jaspers. He fears that in a big way like any baby brother/cousin would. [*] Being starved from touch again. [/LIST][b]History:[/b][LIST]Seven years after the birth of Noah, during a particularly rough winter, Fallon was brought into the world kicking like any normal babe to be welcomed by his older brother Noah and his father as his mother lay exhausted. His mother knew something was different about her second son; womanly intuition of course, brought on by the fact Fallon was quiet as a babe. Her first son and her husband didn’t seem to notice it, so she didn’t mention it to anyone. From the moment that Fallon could walk on his own two feet, his brother was teaching him all kinds of things as well as his parents. They were growing old; they wanted both of their boys to survive in the harsh life that had been given to them and in less than six years Fallon and Noah were left orphans as their parents passed on. Noah tried at first to make things work, he took up the responsibilities afforded to a man and Fallon tried his hardest too help, even at such a young age. Eventually the local story teller Alaric’s wife came and helped, and then the rest of the settlement rather than see the boys waste away since they had no other blood kin close to hand.

When he was ten, Fallon was left in the care of the story teller and his wife as Noah went off to fight for the clan and settlement with other young men. As much as he hated it, he couldn’t blame Noah much but he did feel abandoned. For most of his life Noah was the only constant in his life, and to be left with strangers that some in the settlement considered mad was a little…scary. After the first few weeks though, he was fine and Noah was the last thing on his mind. Up at dawn he would go hunting with the story teller while his wife kept the house and small farm that they had and they’d go into the woods to hunt birds and the like and every day Fallon was told a different story about Gods and Goddesses, demons and all kinds of great and wonderful things. He was also taught how to shoot a bow and arrow over the nine years he spent with them, he was also taught to hunt and forage in the woods and the land around them, and every night when he lay down to sleep he no longer thought about Noah like he had when he had when he’d been younger.

Nine years later and Noah stumbled back into the settlement. Fallon wasn’t the first to great him as he’d been out fishing at the time, but when he found out that his brother was back, he raced back. Only, things weren’t as they were. Before he embraced his brother, Fallon hesitated for a moment and he knew that Noah noticed it because his brother had to clear his throat to get Fallon to even move forward that last few steps. There was just something different about Noah that he didn’t like and yet he couldn’t explain it. So instead he pushed it aside and embraced his brother and tried to summon up the elation that he just couldn’t feel. Yes, he was happy that Noah had returned alive and whole, but it was the joy of having a warrior return from battle and not that of a baby brother. Maybe it was because Noah didn’t seem that enthused to see him or it was the fact that the entire settlement had hounded him. So, after a quick hug and a ‘I’ll see you later’, Fallon slunk off with his tail between his legs in no mood for the celebration.

Over the following years, the brothers tried to reconnect, they really did. Fallon showed him everything that he had learnt but Noah seemed to always find something to pick and poke at while fending off the women folk that wanted to hear tales of the war and offers from wealthier travellers that wanted a mercenary. Every time Noah poked, Fallon snapped, every time he prodded, Fallon hissed until eventually he just took off and left Noah to the mercy of the villagers.  Alaric’s wife, Ava, tried to get the brothers to bond but to no good, and they got in to enough fights both verbal and physical that on occasions Fallon was left with a bloodied lip or black eye and Noah was left with another dent in his conscious. Fallon may’ve been good with a hunting knife or a bow, but his brother was deadly with or without weapons so Fallon never fought back. So in the end both brothers were left sitting on opposite sides of a chasm that only seemed to get wider and wider and ultimately led to Fallon’s mounting frustration and anger, even Old Alaric called him up on that a time or two when it cost them a night’s dinner.

Old Alaric died two years later, just after Fallon’s twenty sixth birthdays. Ava had passed the previous autumn before and it was the only reason that had Fallon alone on the coast watching a pyre burn rather than finding out about the war in the south. It was then he decided that he really wanted to make things up with Noah. He returned to the settlement too late, apparently his brother and the other warriors had gone that morning. Rather that race after them like an idiot, Fallon retreated to the old shack that had been his home for years with Alaric and Ava and broke down. He screamed and he raged and he prayed that his brother would return again, just one last time, but he never did. It was only then he realized how stupid he’d been for letting the gap between him and Noah stay so wide.

Noah never returned.

It was six months before he really gathered himself together to carry on with things. He became the story teller for the village like Alaric had been before him. He told the children stories that defied all possible imagination while the adults got on with things. After about a year and a half though, things got a little hectic. A very bad harvest had left the settlement running low on food and to make matters worse they’d gotten word of a small wolf pack that had been scavenging to close for anyone’s comfort. When the first body turned up and it was decided by the head of the settlement that they needed to do something about the wolves, when Fallon saw no one volunteering, he offered to go out and hunt the pack down. He was given a horse, supplies enough for a week if he stretched them, and sent on his way. Of course he wasn’t stupid and he didn’t really trust the villagers much, more so the so called leader that should’ve gone off with his damned warriors to war. He stopped by his home to retrieve what he would need, his bow was better than any dagger.

Setting out properly this time, he tracked the animals for a week before setting up a trap far enough away from the village that no one would be bothered by it. Rather than taking the wolves on all at one time he settled into picking them off, one or two over the space of a few days, then another few weeks would pass before he would take more out disrupting their routine and scaring them away from villages they even looked towards for their next meal. Eventually however, he got them  all and returned home with the wolf pelts almost a full year later. It was a bit of a shock to find that the settlement had changed so much, so many of the elders had passed on and the leadership had shifted to a new generation. One that Fallon knew all too well. Abner, son of Esca; One of the other boys that had missed out on the last war had taken over the headship to allow his father some peace through his final days. Fallon wasn’t allowed to approach the old leader directly and when he brought his ‘case’ to Abner, the other male dismissed him. Called him mad, said he’d made a pact with the devil because no one would’ve been able to kill a pack of wolves alone. Rather than accept or deny, Fallon dumped the wolf pelts at the man’s feet before walking away as Abner made it a law before everyone that he should be shunned. Any help of any kind would be met with a punishment and so on and so forth, Fallon didn’t catch the end of it. He did work out what was happening though about fortnight later when no one would look at him, trade, and talk or even walk by him without warding themselves.

It hurt Fallon to his core because of what he and his family had done for the village, but he was determined to weather the bad patch. Only it was a bit longer than any patch, for six full years passed and he was alone through it all. Starved of touch and conversation, Fallon withdrew into a hermit like lifestyle living in the village so to speak but not a part of it. Then the strangest thing happened, after returning from a fishing trip on the coast, Fallon almost walked smack bang into his brother. His dead ice cold to the touch brother. Naturally he gaped like a caught fish before bolting for his home leaving Noah standing there like a statue. He must have been mad! For the next two nights he was scared to close his eyes and stayed locked away in his home and then on the third night Noah banged on his door asking to come in. Rather than have an argument with his dead brother, Fallon invited him in…and fainted.

The following night Noah walked right in and Fallon didn’t even flinch but kicked out a seat from his table and going back to his stew. Since he believed he was mad at the time, Fallon happily listened to what Noah had to tell him for the next few weeks. Fairies were real? Could’ve fooled him! People changed into animals? Get out of here! Noah had been turned into the undead on the battlefield by the Lord Fallon had seen with him weeks previous….No, seriously, get out demon. Fallon snapped and the brotherly fight lasted for weeks before either one of them were calm again to sit in the same room without threats of impalement of some kind, and not once did Fallon tell his brother what had happened in the village to cause him to live like a hermit. He didn’t mark the year passing, but he did try his damnedest to try and fix things with Noah despite his frustration and then one night – exactly a year to the day – he met Master Mikhail. Noah was powerless to do anything as the old Master vampire deep rolled Fallon and tore into his throat.

Sometime later, Fallon woke up starving with fangs in his mouth. Naturally he panicked because he was no longer in his home and he was out of his element. Noah caught him before he could bolt anywhere and tried to explain things before Mikhail came to them. Apparently Mik had grown impatient and turned Fallon and now Fallon would live forever if he fed on the life blood of the living. Gods be damned! If Noah hadn’t already been dead, Fallon would have throttled him or Mikhail. Since he didn’t trust Mikhail as far as he could throw him, Fallon stuck to his brother’s side as the Master told him what was going to happen next and if he didn’t stop hissing and spitting like an annoyed kitten then he could easily die the true death. Rather than argue, Fallon accepted his fate and in a roundabout way, thought of it as a way to see if the old stories Alaric had told him were true. It didn’t stop him from cringing and whimpering when Noah and Mikhail showed him how to feed, and yet again another argument erupted between the brothers that left Mikhail ordering Noah away for the evening while Fallon stayed with Mikhail. He probably would have been scared by his brothers parting words “No, Master Mikhail. You won’t use him.” But he wasn’t. He found it exciting, almost as exhilarating as the rush of blood he’d taken from the girl they’d gotten him. Truth be told, he’d never liked any of the girls in their village because they were stuck up.

He should’ve been humiliated by the actions he took with his master but he wasn’t at all. In fact it was the first he’d really felt in years after having been starved of touch. It also explained why when Noah and Jasper had pushed girls towards him growing up, Fallon had sent them away. He wasn’t a virgin by any means, but it wasn’t something that he’d broadcasted in life. For once in a long time he was happy and content, and in a way it opened himself up to all kinds of guilty pleasures. While he learned to control his new instincts, Mikhail would use him when Noah misbehaved, and when Fallon misbehaved, he would use Noah. Both fledglings learned fast that their ‘father’ wouldn’t be swayed by a honeyed tongue and sweet actions eithers.

Centuries came and went and they travelled all over the world, and then one day Noah reached his Masterhood and the attention shifted from the two of them to Noah. Fallon was jealous and he hid it be slinking off more and more on his own and risked his neck more times than he could count. His brother was only six hundred and forty seven years old! Why couldn’t he have new powers as well? Oh yeah, he sulked. Mikhail snapped one evening and threw him in a coffin while Noah was away for an evening. The sulking turned to panic and out right fear. Being trapped in a box reduced him to nothing within hours and when Noah tore through it, Fallon clung to his brother and cried his eyes out for all he was worth. Fallon didn’t blame Mikhail at the end of the day, he hadn’t told anyone about his claustrophobia ever thinking it humiliating enough, but it was a good century before he felt truly comfortable about his maker again.

More time passed and as Fallon approached his seven hundredth and eleventh year as a vampire, something happened that changed him. Something clicked inside his head, he could feel werewolves and without knowing what he was doing he called the local pack to him. However that wasn’t the only thing that clicked in him, the Ardeur. Unbeknown to him, Noah and Mikhail had gotten into a little trouble with the church and Mikhail was using Fallon as a proxy to feed from. The pack wolves that came were sent into a lust induced frenzy and Fallon was in the centre of it and enjoying every moment. It wasn’t until a few evening safter that he found out one of the wolves that had come had been barely fifteen years old, shocked by that revolution, he waited patiently for his maker and brother to return, still riding the high from the new powers and feeding. Mikhail and Noah were just as surprised as he was when they came back. It was nice…

And then six hundred years later the nice changed. Fallon had grown bored living in his brother’s shadow as well as Mikhail’s and asked if he could leave, after asking his brother of course. Mikhail granted his wish and the brothers said good bye but promised to stay in touch. One thousand and three hundred years old and it was safe to say he’d learnt a lot in his time. He’d gotten a hold of his master powers, fed his incubus side on a regular basis so there’d never be a mistake again with the teenage wolf from when they first showed. He eventually settled in Coventry at age two thousand one hundred, but he hid his powers from the Mistress that accepted him into her Kiss. Morgana was an interesting woman, he’d been drawn to her beauty and she’d been drawn to his bloodline powers. He was her personal toy for the next five hundred years, he jumped when she said so, he started to plot her downfall when she personally tore into a werewolf and rather than letting the poor shapeshifter die, Morgana infected it with her corrupting bite. He was forced to watch as the young boy – barely eighteen – rotted to death in slow agony on the floor because she’d been insulted by the shirt he’d worn. When she’d been lulled into a false sense of security and had had enough of Fallon, she traded him away for something new. Little did she know that he’d given the Temion of her kiss the keys to take her down and the last thing he heard from Morgana or anyone within the Coventry Kiss was that the manor house had gone up in flames.

Oh well. Jackford was interesting enough, even though he’d been ‘gifted’ to the Master of the City at the time to do with as he pleased. Luckily, Fallon won him over and fought his way to the top by wit, skill and sheer power once he was settled in. The Kiss from what he could tell was really new and finding its feet, so he used it to his advantage to get a hold on the city over the next five hundred years. The only interesting thing that tickled his fancy was meeting a werewolf in 2007 on the outskirts of the city. Fallon had been dealing with a rogue alpha that had been the companion of a vampire that had insulted a previous Master of the City and out of a misguided sense of comradeship, Jesse attacked him after Fallon had killed the other werewolf and Fallon had no option but to defend himself from the spirited pup’s mauling while nursing wounds from the other wolf. Jesse staggered off and Fallon traced him back to the Pack house, rather than leaving the wolf to stay unconscious on the kitchen floor Fallon took him back to his home outside of the Kiss manor and patched him up as much as best as he could. When Jesse woke up, he came back singing and Fallon unknowingly gave him the first mark as an animal servant as he taunted and teased the irritable wolf before explaining what had happened. Simple enough right? Right.

Jesse decided to stay with him as his willing blood donor the following year and Fallon was ecstatic. Then he got a call from someone he hadn’t heard of in a long time in early 2010. Mikhail wanted him to return to deal with some delicate werewolf issues for him. He was surprised because he’d thought that Mikhail would’ve known other wolf callers but apparently not anyone as experienced as he was. Shrugging off his curiosity, he bade Jesse fair well and slipped across the pond to New York. Trouble was an understatement, there were four packs fighting for one territory! Fallon was in New York for just under a year and counted down the days until he could get home, he even had a chance to drop by New Jersey and visit Noah for a few nights before him came home to find Jesse picking a fight in one of the local clubs. Then when the last Master of the City left Jackford, Fallon did the only thing he could as he was still wheeling from the trip and familiar faces, he called his Maker and got the promise that Jackford wouldn’t be without a Master for long.

A fortnight later his brother showed up. [/LIST]</span>

[gavetawrtes]

on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now? hmmmmmm

describe yourself in a hashtag? #cancelled

if you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be? david harbour obviously pls also it has to be in an r-rated movie so it can be truly enjoyed and replayed in my memory forever

what’s one thing people don’t know about you? my gender usually akdljska

what’s your wake up ritual? jump out of bed scared and sweaty bc i was probably having a nightmare

what’s your go to bed ritual? fall a sleep in my chair while watch youtube videos, somehow end up in my bed ??

what’s your favorite time of day? dusk

your go to for having a good laugh? gus johnson

what’s the biggest surprise you’ve ever had? its a bad thing so i’m not sharing bc i don’t wanna bring the mood down

heels or flats/sneakers? boots

vintage or new? vintage vibes~~

who do you want to write your obituary? someone with a sense of humor that can make my ghost laugh

style icon? the things that a divorced dad would wear are what i usually base my clothing choices on

what are three things you cannot live without? david harbour content, food probably, a good drink ( i’m an alcoholic, leave me alone. ) 

what’s one ingredient you put in everything? cream cheese. it’s the best thing any man has ever made, you cowards

what 3 people living or dead would you want to make dinner for? david harbour, my friend c, and my friend eli and my friend scarlet ( i choose four fight me ) ( also probably they would get food poisoning or else they would have to dine fancy burgers bc that’s all i can make. ) 

window or aisle seat? window

what’s your current tv obsession? narcos !!!! holy shit its so good 

favorite app? probably some of those [ insert place ] idle. i have played like all of them literally

how would you define yourself in three words? dumbass, horny and a little problematic

favorite piece of clothing you own? that one hawaiin shirt that lets everyone know i like women

a must have clothing item that everyone should have? boots. everyone just looks better in boots. this is an objective fact. fight me

a superpower you would want? mind control. i would be the worse villain

what’s inspiring you in life right now? the monster energy drink i’m having rn

best piece of advice you’ve received? be who you are and say what you mean because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind

best advice you’d give your teenage self? sex and alcohol are not the same as therapy pls go to a doctor; also you have adhd, knowing that will change everything

a book everyone should read? the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy. no reason really its just fun. people should have more fun

what would you like to be remembered for? being david harbour’s prettiest girlfriend or or wagner moura’s prettiest girlfriend 

how do you define beauty? ' Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.” ‘ that whole ass chapter btw ?? Donna Tartt wrote it for me personally and no one else

best way to take a rest/decompress? have sex 

favorite place to view art? from my computer screen hmm love me some distance

if your life was a song, what would the title be? relationships are extremely complicated and i think my dog knows it ( that’s a real song btw sdklfjalk it’s in portuguese tho )

if you could master one instrument, what would it be? guitar

if you had a tattoo, what would it be? ' a partir desta data, aquela mágoa sem remédio, é considerada nula e sobre ela — silêncio perpétuo’ which kinda means ‘from this point on, that pain for which there is no remedy, is considered null and void, and about it — perpetual silence’ 

dolphins or koalas? dolphins bc i’ve been told that i laugh like them

what’s your spirit animal? this kinda feels like a problematic question

what’s your favorite board game? zombiecide

what’s your favorite color? pale blue

least favorite color? no such thing

diamond or pearls? diamonds

drugstore makeup or designer? whatever i can find faster so i can leave the store

coffee or tea? coffeeeee

dark chocolate or milk chocolate? dark chocolate

stairs or elevators? elevators

summer or winter? winter

you are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat? pizza. just change the toppings ;)

a dessert you don’t like? paçoca

a skill you’re working on mastering? telling people to fuck off when they hurt me

best thing to happen to you today? i got a new plot with a friend i love very much :) also i headcanoned a lot with another friend i love very much :)

worst thing to happen to you today? i got anxious bc i have to lseep in like 1 hour

favorite smell? its like one specific fragrance of one specific perfume that my parents wore in one specific vacation and its like my only happy childhood memory; also cotton candy

hugs or kisses? kisseesss

if you made a documentary, would it be about? why are people Like That

last piece of content you consumed that made you cry? sdklfja this is so dumb but okay like i was watching extraction and david harbours character died and i know that he was bad in the movie and he had a total of 9 minutes of screen time but i’m emotionally attached and i can’t see him suffer okay ?? so yes that made me cry

lipstick or lipgloss? hmmm none

sweet or savory? sweet

girl crush? that one teacher that works in my department but never spends any time in the teachers room. please step on me with those heels thanks

how do you know you’re in love? i think about them and my heart skips a beat and i go skfjsdlkjfdsklj

a song you can listen to on repeat? anything from zimbra

if you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be? .........david harbour’s girlfriend. listen leAVE ME ALONE I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING BUT I 

what are you most excited for/about this time in your life? c’s birthday

tagged by: @dancsmiths tagging: @scarlet i forgot your url but if you see this its u @estelasrps

[stella-maria7]

THE UNTAMED FAN FIC: DARKNESS & LIGHT

1: LAN JINGYI

I open my eyes and is greeted by the ray of sun shining through the gap of my glass window. The very thing that I hate. I hold out my palm and make a slight swift movement at the windows. Big black curtains drop down and cover the entire room with darkness. Why am I even bother to lift it up last night? To admire the moon? Funny, I am not that kind of romantic man. Oops. Let me rectify. Romantic vampire.

I almost spit at the word. Although this so called vampire status make me able to maneuver things without having to move my body, I still hate it to the very core. Regardless of the supernatural benefits it gives me: eternal youth, superpower, compellation, and so on, it has turned me into a cold-blooded murderer. I can only survive by drinking blood. Human blood. Not that I can’t survive on animals blood but I need to hunt human. First, I need to be in my full strength so I can kill those high-levelled vampires that inflicted this pain on me. Second, I need to search for the one in my prophecy. It states that a boy with sapphire-blue blood will be able to cure me of this curse. So ever since that time, I only hunt down the males.

It has been five hundred years but not one of my purposes can be achieved. I haven’t found that so-called weapon that is able to kill those high-levelled vampires. And I can’t even find those vampires. They are the nomads that never stay in the same place twice. I have been tracking them for hundred of years but always a step behind them. It irritates me somehow because I really hate admitting defeat, and yet, I have never won over them. Not back then, not even now.

As for the boy? I also haven’t found him. Does that boy even existed? I asked myself. What if that vampire lie to me? It’s not everyday you run into someone with blue blood. However, I see no reason for her to lie to me. She seemed to be the gentlest one amongst those group. They gain nothing for feeding me lie anyway.

I toss and turn on my enormous bed, staring at the black canopy that stirred because of the motion. Of course, my body don’t need sleep. But my mind does. This bed was so soft and comfy. So unlike the bed I slept on several centuries ago. Over the years, humans really evolves unbelievably. They are able to invent a machine that ran as fast as me. They can also beat me to invent a big iron bird that can fly so high in the sky. And that really helps a lot. I don’t have to spend so much strength when I need to travel. I just buy that kind of paper they call it plane ticket, and sit comfortably in that big bird. Though the smell of humans’ blood overwhelmed my nerve somehow, I am still able to control it as time goes by. It isn’t that difficult actually. Vampires don’t need to breathe. Though there is still air going in and out through our nostrils, our lungs don’t generated air anymore. The muscle of the diaphragm that tightens and flattens are no longer working that way. But I still have to fake this movement anyway especially when I am surrounding by humans or else they will freak out.

The quest to search for the sacred object has brought me to a lot of countries across all the continents. And now, I am stuck in The United States. But don’t jump to conclusion that I am living in a nice, fabulous city known as New York. I don’t like crowded place. I am residing in one of my prey’s mansion inside the national park named Yosemite. It has a really nice view. The valleys and the trees on those mountains are the perfect sight to see the sun set and sun rise. You can stand on the one of the tallest mountains’ top and you’ll see many more around you. It is like having the whole world under your feet. I like this place. I wonder how my prey is able to find a place to build his mansion on such a beautiful scenery like this. Oh right, I remember now. My prey is –was– a lonesome millionaire. So why can’t he? To just build something like this shouldn’t be a big deal.

I was quite lucky to come across him while he was away on his vacation. I would never forget the look on his eyes when he’d learnt of my identity. How he begged for his life. But it was too late. He happened to cut his leg while running away from me. A drop of blood dripped to the floor, and I licked it clean. Once I got a taste of someone’s blood, I wouldn’t be able to stop hunting that prey down. That was the vampire’s lust. It was uncontrollable.

As he was begging, he spilled all the important information to me like his bank account, his secret code, how to contact his secretary and whatever more they were, in the hope that I would spare his life. I had no idea what those things were. Not until his secretary came to find him at this mansion.

She was one beautiful woman, I had to say. Too bad she was not my type. She was so shocked to see me walking around the house as if I owned the place. I tried to come up with the best lie to convince her but she didn’t seem to buy it and threatened to call the police. She left me no choice. I used my vampire’s stride (meaning it took only one step to reach the destination I wanted whereas It would take hundreds or millions of human steps to reach) and stood before her. Grabbing her chin tightly, I removed my sunglasses to reveal my silver pupils and compelled her.

Now, everything is perfect. I live a life convincing everyone that I am the millionaire’s long lost son that he found when he went hiking. At the reunion, the man and the son continued their hiking when the the man was attacked by a bear at his neck causing immediate death. Afterwards, I compelled his personal lawyer to create a fake will stating that he had transferred all of his wealth to a long lost son if he happened to be discovered. And that son was me. But the human world nowadays was so complicated. They didn’t believe that legal paper at all. During the meeting, those people known as board of directors kept on shouting that I was a fraud and I should get a DNA test. As if I knew what that meant. No one expected a stranger to pop out of nowhere and claimed the share. But who were they to stand against me? Well, what happened after that was a drag. It was a pain in the neck to use my compellation to everyone presented in the room. As I leave the room, no one utter a single protest.

Done. I came back to my peaceful home and enjoyed the life as a millionaire’s son who did nothing but stayed hidden somewhere in his vacation home. No one knew of this location. Not even the secretary woman because I compelled her to forget it.

Speaking of compellation, it is one nice power amongst all. But using it consumed so much of energy. I remembered the time when I used it on those directors, I had to hunt down three preys that night to quench my thirst. Thus, I try my best to avoid using it unless it is necessary.

My throat is getting dry that I start coughing. I know this sign. It is the sign of thirst. It’s time to hunt. I kick the blanket out of the way and jump off the bed. Draping a black robe over my naked body, I trudge to the bathroom and open the cabinet, revealing rows of black contact lens. I use them to cover the monster within me and shamelessly blend into the race of human when I am out of the house. I tilt my neck a little as I feel a little neck pain and something catches my attention.

Two black holes are visible on the side of my neck. Although it is no longer hurt, the scar was still there. It is permanently there as a reminder of how I become a thing I hate the most. Every time I see this scar, it remind me of that worst time when those creatures pass their disgusting venom to me and watch me turn into one of them with condescending smirks on their faces.

The sound of glass shattering reverberates in the bathroom bringing the sound wave echoing to the wall and back as I ball my hand into a fist and smash the glass cabinet in front of me. My silver blood drops to the sink slowly. One drop at a time.

“I will make sure to watch the life you are so proud of wither away in front of you before I die myself.” I growl and look at myself through that crack mirror. “I will do everything, no matter what, to make sure you vanish from this Earth. Mark my words.”

This is the only oath that keep my half dead body feels fully alive until now.