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Heart of the Saviour (9/12)

Rating: Mature to start with, some later chapters will probably end up being explicit.

Warnings: Abduction, Ransom, Mortal Peril.

Summary: One night, in every corner of every magical realm, every boy aged nine to seventeen disappeared. Not one remained. That was when Pan made himself known to the realms, and from that night the eve of every boy’s ninth birthday meant their disappearance, until finally the realms demanded to know what he wanted to return their children to them. Pan told them he wanted the saviour, and while most realms were confused Snow and David knew what he meant and confessed the role their daughter was supposed to have played in breaking the curse. The realms voted and agreed to Pan’s terms, and Pan stopped taking the realms sons, holding the children he’d currently taken as insurance of their compliance. For the next fifteen years Emma’s birthday wasn’t a celebration, it was another tick on the countdown clock to the end of her freedom. Not that she was ever free in the first place, but to save every male child in the United Realms including her younger brother, Leo… She understood that she had a job to do, and she would do her duty with her head held high. What she didn’t count on was the sparkling blue eyes of the man Pan sends to escort her to Neverland in time for her twenty-first birthday.

Notes: So, the angst is pretty much over, but that doesn't mean the story has ended. Emma and Killian have a lot still to contend with, but from here on in this is mostly fluff... ENJOY!

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Read on AO3: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter 9

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After a long moment Emma sat up. Killian was loath to let her go but he knew they couldn’t stay there forever. They needed to get back to his ship… and find out how the hell they were going to get the hostages Pan had taken back to their families. He couldn’t fit hundreds of children on his ship, that was for sure.

“Two hundred years?” Roland said suddenly.

Killian laughed and nodded. “Give or take. Help an old man up would you?”

Emma pushed herself to her feet, and she and Roland helped him to his. He may have been saved by True Love’s Kiss, but he’d still been all but dead a few minutes ago. He hadn’t imagined it hurting so much. If he’d even imagined it at all. Emma tucked herself into his side, like she was sensing that he needed help to stay on his feet. He let his arm rest across her shoulders, grateful for the excuse to keep her close.

“Is it really over, are we really free?” Tiger Lily asked, her voice lighter than Killian had ever heard it.

Yes.

They all turned and looked at the shadow, seeing the change in the figure floating in front of them. It didn’t look like Pan any more. It seemed older, more authoritative somehow.

Pan’s death released the magic he’d trapped to sustain his life. The island is restored.

“What about the children he took?” Emma asked, her concern for the mission she’d been sent here to complete not having dimmed even now.

All who had family to return to have been returned. Those who don’t will be cared for, the island will provide them with everything they need. They will pass on to other realms and live out their lives when they are ready to do so.

“And you?”

I am free to safeguard this island as I once did, to protect it from those who would use it for ill. Keep it a safe haven for lost souls to escape to in their dreams.

Emma gave the shadow an odd look, tilting her head a little as she regarded it for a long moment. She could feel the change in Neverland’s magic now, and with that came a realisation. She slipped out of Killian’s arms, moving across the space between them. She took its hand and pulled it down into a hug.

“Thank you, for everything,” she said quietly.

Killian’s eyebrow rose a little in curiosity. There was something else hidden behind what she was saying, something she’d experienced with the shadow that he didn’t know about. The smoky arms wrapped around Emma’s shoulders tentatively returning the hug.

Thank you, Saviour, it replied. We’re free thanks to you.

Emma stepped back, moving quickly to her place at his side, her arm around his waist.

“We need to get to the ship,” Tink said. “I can’t wait to get out of here.”

“Me too,” Roland agreed quickly.

Emma looked up at Killian, concern flickering over her face.

“Can you leave? What you told me about Liam… your curse…”

Was broken by True Love’s Kiss. Pan’s hold over anything here is gone. It moved its head, looking at Killian now instead of Emma. Your willingness to sacrifice yourself, your effective death paid the price the curse demanded. Your connection to the island has been severed without consequence. You will age normally now, once you leave.

“What about his hand?” Emma asked, but as their eyes moved over the floor to where the jar had smashed they saw a withered and twisted thing that looked more like a dead spider than a hand. Restoring it now would have a price, one she was fairly sure none of them were prepared to pay. Knowing Pan, he’d have made that impossible too, or it would have dire results she would never forgive herself for. She looked down at the silver gleaming hook, a little blood stained after the fight but the sight of it had never worried her, it was part of him and she’d seen what was underneath it… Nothing about the hook or his stump phased her. In fact, she realised then, she quite liked it. “On second thought, I definitely prefer the hook,” she said, looking back up at him with a smile.

“Aye, Love, me too,” he said with a wry smile.

Tiger Lily chuckled. “It’s hard to call you Captain Hook without the hook after all,” she reasoned.

“That too,” he replied, though he was less happy about that point than Emma’s preference for his hook. That was more of a cause for curiosity as well, but he wasn’t going to dwell on that now. They needed to work out how the hell to get off this island.

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[mangedog]

The Only Blak Queer in the World

I was the Only Blak Queer in the world. I had many difficulties. I didn’t know how to tell my family. I hadn’t seen Steven Oliver can’t even on Black Comedy yet, we hadn’t watched it together over dinner. TV didn’t save me. I hadn’t seen Electric Fields perform in a sweaty old meat market with a group of friends who had similar feelings. I hadn’t heard Zaachariaha’s deadly voice singing ‘Nina’. I hadn’t yet read Lisa Bellear. And cried sitting on the carpet in the library over sharply written work that spoke to me and my experience. I started a blog. I got many comments. People were always asking me what it was like to be Blak and Queer. I hadn’t yet started thinking about gender as a colonial construct. Or examined my ideas of masculinity and femininity.

I hadn’t yet realised that my relationship was interracial. I started another blog. Thoughts about interracial queer relationships featured. I hadn’t got a crush on Kayemtee yet and listened to her track that samples Cold Chisel: will your cruel attitude last forever? I wondered if my parents would ever accept my future partners, if I’d ever have the chance to legalise my relationship, have children, ask for more, not for less. Some nights were really lonely and I created Cathy Freeman as a lesbian and Prince as an Aboriginal. I got trolled, deleted my social media accounts and the only known evidence of Blak Queer existence was destroyed. I hadn’t yet seen the doco on Uncle Jack Charles and met Blak Queer Elders who knew of a previous time Australians had to vote on the rights of a group of people. These Elders knew what it was like to hear their rights discussed by people outside of their group. I hadn’t yet worn my flag singlet tucked inside my Calvins as a gammin fashion statement. I hadn’t yet been to Mardi Gras. I saw the white gays and the white gaze I was used to and then I saw Blak Queers everywhere and every conversation was an insight into a Blak Queer past, the street becoming a site of multi-time, the past-present beat, the future love, and forty years of Blak Queer pride spread into more than sixty thousand years of we-have-always-been-here.

My dance joined a big dance. I saw a Wiradjuri/Yorta Yorta lesbian couple who had been marching since the beginning, who chanted, ‘Stop Police Attacks! On Gays, Women and Blacks!’ in 1978 and they told me off for knowing fuck-all. Every chant is a line of a continuing poem and I am learning the words. I saw the flag sparkle, I saw gays from everywhere from Moree to Perth, I saw a Blak Captain Cook, Malcolm Cole, in 1988, the year of the first Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander float, that float should have been the first float that year, but mob didn’t open the parade until 2005, when Aunty Karen Cook and Aunty Lily Shearer walked out each with a coolamon of curling leaves, smoking the parade. The small leaf fire was started on the corner of Liverpool and Elizabeth Streets and in parade time, it never stopped. I thought properly about what it meant to be marching on stolen land. And that Roger McKay in 1982, when he carried the flag in the march, made the point that the Sydney gays’ golden mile was the unceded land of the people of the Eora nation. It was our modes of community and belonging white queers craved, and this influenced how they made their ‘scenes’. I woke up on a mattress in a queer share house with a text from the other Blak Queer asking to go on a date. I consumed Blak Queer art, and I created it.

I saw Paakantyi/Barkindji artist Raymond Zada’s work at the Art Gallery of South Australia and cried. I felt the heavy loss for all of the ones killed, murdered, missing. For the erasure of Blak Queers in every capital, small city and town in Australia. And I told myself I was lucky to have stayed alive and counted the times I thought I would die. I began to know the stories of more and more and more Blak Queers who had died. I knew them as Ancestors. I read Natalie Harkin’s, Yvette Holt’s, Nayuka Gorrie’s and Alison Whittaker’s writing online and in bookstores. I saw love for Blak Queers everywhere. Outside the city the sky sent me hints, the walks on Country along the river kept me safe. I saw the colours of my own heart, and they were not the colours of isolation and fear.

- From Throat (2020), by Ellen van Neerven (they/them), a nonbinary Mununjali Yugambeh writer.

[gwaciechang]

I Don't Want To Go Home (2/15?)

We're kicking off into the actual plot now! The dialogue still comes from the pdas in the outpost base, but rewritten to fit the characters and the new story. Again, no need to have played Subnautica Below Zero to understand this fic, although it does help.

No warnings for this chapter, but please be aware that the reader character discusses an intergalactic pandemic and lockdown, written before the current one. It's not ongoing as far as the plot of the fic is concerned.

As soon as it hits the end of your shift, you put your samples on top of your workstation and practically run all the way back to the habitat to get there before anyone else.

“Oh, hey,” Mundy greets you, “you’re here early,” he attempts to wink seductively and succeeds in looking like he’s having a stroke.

“I know, I ran here to make sure I got here first,” you hang up your coat. “I need to borrow your pyro-what are you doing?” you ask when you realize Mundy’s holding something behind his back

“I’m just slacking off,” Mundy’s voice is shrill in the way it gets when he panics. “Don’t tell the boss lady!” he gives you a terrible, fake chuckle as he tries to hide his drawings behind his back.

You feint to the left, before grabbing the sheets with your right hand. “Ha!” you cheer as you examine his art of some strange green thing that makes you smile to remember. “It’s beautiful! Why would you try to hide these? Also, what are they?” You’ve definitely seen them around the island.

Mundy scratches the back of his neck, and his voice is at least an octave higher than normal. “I'm doing a series inspired by bacteria. Mutant beauty, life, death, risk. You know, that kind of thing?”

Ah, bacteria, now you know what he means. “What do you mean, bacteria?” you hold one up that you really hope isn’t what you think it is. “It looks like Kharaa, but,” you look more closely at it even though you already know why. “Gordon, is this a mutation?”

Mundy’s nervous again. “It’s just a personal art project,” he insists. Somehow, his voice is still rising in pitch.

You don’t dare look down at your skin for fear of seeing glowing green pustules. “You know you’re doing that thing with your voice,” you say as calmly as you can, “like when you're trying to bluff in Alien Intruder?”

Mundy sighs, before confessing, “Alright fine, I’m bad at lying.” He gives you a weakly hopeful smile.

You can hardly believe what you’re hearing. “Are you mutating Kharaa bacteria, from the frozen Leviathan, here, in this lab? If this bacteria gets out, then-”

“Why would it get out? We have professional containment, we’re protected from contact at every step of the process, and we know how to neutralize it in an emergency.”

You feel ice settle in your stomach. “Not when it’s mutated, we don’t. And you responded way too fast.”

“It was my area of research before Jensen made you take over!”

“Hey, uh, am I interrupting something?” Monk asks from the doorway.

“Uh, no,” you say hastily, walking toward the fireplace to start one with more force than is really necessary, or helpful. “You want some roast Chinese potato?” you ask, pulling a few out of the growbed as you wait for the flames to reach a decent height.

“I could take one, I took the salt deposits out of the water filter,” Monk says carefully. “Mundy, you want to shred some marblemelons?”

Mundy starts, like he only just realized Monk was there. “Uh, yeah,” he reaches out to grab the melon from your hand, and his face falls when you don’t let your fingers touch.

There’s a timid knock at the door, followed by an even more timid, “Hello? It’s Ernst.” Suddenly, your heart soars, and you wipe your tears as you open the door.

“Hey, Schmidt.”

He stares at you before asking, “Are you alright?”

Jesus, you must look really miserable, if even Schmidt is concerned about you. “I’m fine, go help Monk and Mundy shred the marblemelons.”

Schmidt puts down a bottle of, holy shit, “Is that lantern fruit wine?”

Schmidt blushes. “I discovered that lantern fruit has a chemical composition similar to-”

“Yeah, no one cares,” Mundy says, pouring at least half the bottle into his glass, making Schmidt wince, before handing it to Monk.

“I don’t drink,” Monk refuses it, so Mundy puts it down. Schmidt picks it up again and hands it to you.

“You’re not drinking?” you ask.

“I can always make some for myself later,” Schmidt demures, but you leave a quarter of the bottle out for him. He looks up at you, just for a second, before looking back down at his feet. “So, how do we play alien intruder?” Schmidt asks in a voice so quiet, it’s almost nonexistent. With his head bowed, it’s even harder to hear him.

“Well, we guess who the alien intruder is,” Mundy stares at Schmidt like he’s an imbecile, something you doubt the robotics technician has any experience with.

He shrinks ever further into himself at the accusation. He doesn’t get any better when the game starts, constantly looking at you before doing anything, which gets him accused of being the alien, more out of Mundy’s jealousy than anything else. You know this, so you keep shooting down Mundy’s accusations.

Monk innocently kicks off the argument. “If you ask me, Schmidt’s been blinking a lot,” he says casually. “I think it's a tell.”

“He does have a point there!” Mundy looks at you.

“It's allergies!” Schmidt says stiffly.

“Allergies?! Oh no!” Mundy says mockingly. “Is something in bloom in our little frozen habitat?”

“There are thermal lilies,” Schmidt scowls at him. “And if you gang up on me, I swear, you're all fired.”

“You're not our real boss,” Monk reminds him.

“Let's just take this to a vote,” Mundy downs his glass and slams it on the floor. All those who think Schmidt’s allergies are a bad case of alienitis, say, ‘Intruder.’ Intruder!”

“Intruder,” Monk cheers.

The two turn to you, but you stay nothing except, “I’m going to use my pass.”

“There’s no such thing as a pass!” Mundy argues.

Schmidt slides himself between you and Mundy. “Are you two cheating?” he asks with smoothness he hadn’t displayed all night. “You two are suddenly very aligned.”

“You know what, I’m starting to wish I had cheated,” Mundy looks directly at you, leaving no way for you to miss his meaning.

Neither did Schmidt, because he’s on his feet, screaming for Mundy to apologize. Mundy jumps up to his feet as well, and your heart thumps in your chest. You press your hand against Schmidt at the same time Monk does the same for Mundy, but Monk actually manages to force Mundy to sit down again. All you can do is stand between the two of them and hope.

“No, wait, don’t,” you press a hand ineffectually on Schmidt’s chest at the same time Monk does the same for Mundy. But Monk manages to force Mundy to sit down. All you can do is stand between Schmidt and Mundy, and hope neither of them speak again.

Schmidt searches your face, and whatever he finds has him take a step back. “I made a mistake, coming here,” he says, his voice stiff and formal. “Thank you for inviting me, and I’m sorry I caused so much tension. I’ll go now,” and he turns and exits the room.

“It wasn’t your fault!” you won’t let him take all the blame, and you follow him out of the room. The moment the door closes behind you, he turns around and takes your hands in his. You hadn’t realized how cold your hands had become until you felt his soft, warm skin around yours.

“I’m the new person, the outlier. Monk and Mundy will be more than happy to blame any existing tension from today on me,” his voice is oddly desperate. “Go back in, let them construct their narrative, and have fun like you normally would.”

You shake your head. “The tension between me and Mundy isn’t going to go away until I resolve this-” you freeze. Schmidt is in the cave with the leviathan all day, so there’s no way he has no idea what Mundy’s been doing.

Schmidt lets go of you and holds his hands up. “What do you need help with?”

Well, you can’t trust Mundy, so you might as well see how deep this conspiracy goes. “The Kharaa samples from the frozen leviathan-”

“Is nothing to worry about in and of itself,” his tone is reassuring, almost. The way the light reflects off his glasses obscures his eyes.

“I have it on good authority that mutation experiments are being performed on this bacterium. I don’t need to tell you that the bacteria, as it was, killed billions, and we’ve only just discovered a cure. If it mutates-”

“Are you feeling unsafe?” Schmidt interrupts.

“Yes!”

He takes his glasses off to look at you eye to eye. “If I escalate the issue for you, will you feel comfortable enough to concentrate again? I have deadlines for the Snowfox and the mining bots coming up. I really need you not to fight with our coworkers.”

“Oh,” you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, “yeah.” A giggle bubbles out of your chest. “That’s a relief, actually.”

Schmidt puts his glasses back on, but his gaze is no less severe, or sincere. “Nothing is more important than your safety, and the safety of all of my crew. I will take care of it, do you trust me?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Thank you, I won’t let you down, sir,” you add a cheeky wink to the end.

The corners of his mouth twitch. “No, thank you, and thank you for inviting me. Go back in and,” he hesitates as the corners of his lips droop, “go have fun with Monk and your boyfriend.”

[rs-games]

R/S Games 2017: Week Four Roundup

We’re doing lighter posting on the weekends, so now is your chance to catch up on Games works!

Day 19:

Team: Sirius Title: Heart and Soul Rating: E Word Count: 13,000 Summary: The dumbest thing Remus ever did was ask Sirius what he wanted to do for his 21st birthday. The smartest thing he ever did was agree to do it. Prompt: #20 - "There was once a young man who wished to gain his Heart's Desire." - opening line of the novel Stardust by Neil Gaiman Team: Remus Title: Let Me Save You Rating: T Word Count: 5700 Summary: Remus, James, and Sirius go to Oxford. Prompt: #14 - "It's the friends you can call up at four a.m. that matter." - Marlene Dietrich Team: Sirius Title: The Importance of Being Sirius Rating: PG Word Count: 8400 Summary: Remus Lupin, a simple Literature teacher has to deal with Sirius Black, a History teacher with an unorthodox (and noisy) teaching style. Prompt: #42 - "The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it." - Oscar Wilde

Day 20:

Team: Sirius Title: Happens All The Time Rating: T Word Count: 11,000 Summary: Sirius and Remus experiment with Time magic, but things go awry when it falls into the wrong hands. Prompt: #24 - “When I was fifteen, all I wanted was to go off to some other world, a place beyond anybody’s reach. A place beyond the flow of time. - But there’s no place like that in this world. - Exactly. Which is why I’m living here, in this world where things are continually damaged, where the heart is fickle, where time flows past without a break.” - excerpt from the novel Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami Team: Remus Title: love please don’t leave me evermore Rating: T Word Count: 5000 Summary: Sirius comes home after Halloween 1981; he’s only three months late. Prompt: #6 - "The flocks head north and the lilacs bloom At night they scent my moonlit room You were my spring, my summer too I'm going north to look for you" - from the song "North" by Joan Baez Team: Sirius Title: Caught Rating: PG Word Count: 4200 Summary: Sirius Black was the thief no one could catch – at least, not until he met his match in Detective Inspector Remus Lupin. Prompt: #42 - "The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it." - Oscar Wilde

Day 21:

Team: Remus Title: One + One = Four Rating: PG Word Count: 3700 Summary: The journey of how Remus and Sirius got puppies a family of their own. Prompt: #90 - picture: two wolf cubs Team: Sirius Title: The Fall of the House of Black Rating: T Word Count: 16,000 Summary: Remus Lupin has heard not a single word from his old friend Sirius Black since Sirius retreated to his family’s ancestral home, abruptly and without explanation, twelve years ago. Now Remus receives an urgent letter from Sirius, begging him to visit the House of Black. Prompt: #95 - picture: stack of old books with a glass jar on top Team: Remus Title: Triptych Rating: G Word Count: 1800 Summary: Three quick looks at Remus finding comfort. Prompt: #59 - song: "Ready For The Storm" by Dougie MacLean

Day 22:

Team: Sirius Title: Obelus Rating: T Word Count: 14,000 Summary: The lines dividing Sirius's life have always been clear—Gryffindors vs Slytherins, Death Eaters vs the Order, Sirius vs Blacks, Marauders vs Everyone Else. When Regulus comes to Sirius, the lines begin to blur, and even as his relationship with Remus deepens, he's never felt more alone. Prompt: #5 - "I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun." - from the novel Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen Team: Remus Title: Flesh Memories - ART Rating: M Summary: The imprints of their bodies and fingerprints are left forever on one another like flesh memory. Prompt: #41 - “Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body.” - Walt Whitman, excerpt from the poetry collection Leaves of Grass Team: Sirius Title: Moonrise Rating: G Word Count: 2500 Summary: There's something very bad in Sirius' back yard. Possibly. Sirius is going to charge out there unprepared anyway! Prompt: #52 - song: "Bad Moon Rising" by Creedence Clearwater Revival

Day 23:

Team: Sirius Title: Ghost Notes Rating: M Word Count: 12,000 Summary: AU where Remus didn’t attend Hogwarts. Sirius is smitten with the cute boy he meets at a punk show, and is determined to win him over. Prompt: #23 - “One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.” - Bob Marley Team: Remus Title: Hogwarts Express Rating: T Word Count: 2600 Summary: September 1st, 1993: “‘It’s on his case,’ she replied, pointing at the luggage rack over the man’s head, where there was a small battered case held together with a large quantity of neatly knotted strong. The name Professor R. J. Lupin was stamped across one corner in peeling letters.” - Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, page 74 Prompt: #16 - "Lying in bed with the radio on Moonlight falls like rain Soft summer nights spent thinking of you When will I see you again Soft and low the music moans I can't stop thinking about you Thinking about you" - from the song "Nights Are Forever Without You" by England Dan & John Ford Coley

Day 24:

Team: Sirius Title: Devil’s Bridge Rating: E Word Count: 30,000 Summary: A non-magical AU set in a dystopian world not at all inspired by current events where Voldemort is the UK’s fascist dictator. Sirius is sent to prison as an innocent man and escapes to avenge James and Lily - only to discover that the man he loved knows he is innocent. Prompt: F - picture: four teenage boys sitting on a bench under a sign for Devil's Bridge, Wales

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RULES. Repost, do not reblog! Tag 10! Good luck! 

 Tagged by: @thebrokenrobin​ 

 Tagging: @biestmodus, @theredhoodoutlaw, @lucklessprincess, @billyandhismultiples, @eclairegrey, @redcladnerd, @bcrnentertainer

 BASICS. 

 FULL NAME:Artemis Lian Crock 

 NICKNAME(S): Artemis, Arty(Artie), Blondie, Tigress

AGE: 26

BIRTHDAY: May 29th (Ares)

ETHNIC GROUP: Mixed (Vietnamese and Caucasian) 

NATIONALITY: American 

LANGUAGE: Multilingual (English) 

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bi-sexual 

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic  

 RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single (getting over the loss of a love)/Verse Dependent 

 CLASS: Middle 

 HOME TOWN/AREA: Gotham City, New Jersey  

CURRENT HOME: House in Palo Alto, California 

PROFESSION: Vigilante Crimefighter/ Part Time ER Doctor

 PHYSICAL.

 HAIR: Long waist length fair amber blonde hair, with her ‘identity collar’ it shortens to shoulder length and turns jet black.

EYES: Dark Thundercloud Gray, with her ‘identity collar’ they turn almond shape but seem to retain the same shade of gray.

NOSE: Straight-Edge

FACE: Heart shaped 

LIPS: Full with a defined cupids bow.

COMPLEXION: Tanned 

BLEMISHES: Rare, usually stressed caused

 SCARS: Multiple and varies by verse, the most prominent one on her cheek from the dagger Harm attacked her and Zatanna with during her youth. In the verse V: Living a nightmare; she becomes reckless in life which results with more intense scars. in the verse V: Never saved; Her eariler scars are caused by her father or herself.

 TATTOOS: Verse dependent. Usually simplistic bolt of lightning or arrow on her rib cage.  

PIERCINGS: Verse dependent, but always has single simple first hole ear piercings . 

HEIGHT: 5′5″ 

WEIGHT: 138 lbs 

 BUILD: Slender, Athletic

FEATURES: Fiery ‘i dare you’ look in her eyes, the skin of one corner of her mouth is a fraction darker from it being torn open and force to heal naturally

 ALLERGIES: None

 USUAL HAIR STYLE: Pulled back in a low pony tail. 

 USUAL FACE LOOK: Slightly hostile or annoyed/bored. 

 USUAL CLOTHING: Archer uniform- A midriff-baring costume that highlighted her build. Its colored in various shades of green and consisted of a mask extending from the hairline to the cheekbones, a sleeveless top with a stylized arrow tip on the front, fingerless gloves, pants with black knee pads, and black combat boots. A black utility belt and pouch strapped on her left leg filled with assorted tools, a quiver along her back with a bow and a multitude of multi-purpose arrows. Tigress uniform- a predominantly burnt orange and black costume, with a hard orange mask that covers her forehead, nose and cheeks resembling a stylized tiger’s face. A black sheath behind her back which stores her sword and also wears a black belt to store her weapons.  Civilian clothing- A dark colored crop top adored with some colored (usually brown), slim, leather jacket and dark washed jeans with dark brown or black heeled boots.

 PSYCHOLOGY. 

 FEARS: Drowning, Losing her breath, Losing people to death, dying alone, being alone forever, ending up like her parents.

 ASPIRATIONS:  To make sure to bring good to the world everyday (find someone to dedicate the rest of  her life to).

 POSITIVE TRAITS: Empathetic, Kind-hearted, Loyal, Dedicated, Loving, Street and Book smart, Accepting

 NEGATIVE TRAITS: Stubborn, short-tempered, aggressive, forceful, closed off, envious

ZODIAC: Ares

TEMPERAMENT: Choleric 

 SOUL TYPE: The Warrior  

VICE HABITS: Biting her nails, pulling her hair, picking at her scars

 FAITH: She doesn’t know what’s up there but she hopes there’s something, there should be with all the crazy shit that she’s seen in life.

GHOSTS: Was skeptical until the day she met Greta, she still tries to visit her grave and leave her flowers.

 AFTERLIFE: She hopes, but doubts. 

 REINCARNATION: Anything is possible with the events she’s gone through in life  

ALIENS: Her best friend is a martian so yes. 

 POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: She barely had time for college never mind voting or keeping up with campaigns.

 ECONOMIC PREFERENCE: She lived in the same run down apartment in the same crime prone neighborhood for 17 years of her life, she doesn’t care. 

SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION: She doesn’t care because she doesn’t care to get close to a lot of people

EDUCATION LEVEL: Master’s in Human Biology and Bachelors in Comparative Literature from Stanford University

 FAMILY.  

FATHER:  Lawrence Crock

 MOTHER: Paula Nguyen-Crock 

 SIBLINGS: Jade (Crock) Nguyen

 EXTENDED FAMILY: Lian Nguyen-Harper (Niece), Roy Harper (Brother in law)

 NAME MEANINGS: The true meaning is unknown and possibly related to greek words  αρτεμης (artemes) “safe” or αρταμος (artamos) “a butcher”

HISTORICAL CONNECTION: Artemis was the greek goddess of the moon and hunting, the twin of Apollo. 

 FAVORITES

 ANIMALS: Dog’s more so the big an medium built not the small breeds, Orca whales, African Wild Dogs and Hyenas

FAVORITE DEITY: Anubis the jackle headed deity associated with mummification and the after life in Egyptian religion or Athena the goddess of wisdom , craft, and war.

MONTH: Any month other then June

SEASON: Autumn 

 PLACE: Star City

WEATHER: Cool and Cloudy 

SOUND: Thunderstorms

SCENTS: Lavender, Singed clothing, Irish spring (Deodorant Soap), Amber, Ylang Ylang, ‘Dragon’s Blood’. 

TASTES:  Her mothers Pho recipie and spicy things

 FEELS: Friendship. Love. Hope. Acceptance.

 NUMBER: 12 

 COLORS: Rich Ocean Blues, Light and Emerald Greens, light yellows and dark purples

EXTRA. 

TALENTS: Expert Archer and Swords-woman, trained in multiple weapons handling and in improvising things as weapons. trained in numerous fighting styles. took art lessons.

 BAD AT: Letting people in, getting over things/forgiving, getting things done in a timely fashion, taking care of herself.

TURN ONS: People who can take what’s she’s giving (Arty loves being a dom though she is a great sub), hickies, surprisingly spanking

 TURN OFFS:  Uncleanliness/ Bad Hygiene

 HOBBIES: Traveling, conquering her fear of water by learning to surf, running, reading, archery, musicals, boxing.

 FC INFO. 

 MAIN FC/S: Natalie Dormer, Hayley Kiyoko

 ALT FC/S: Candice Accola 

OLDER FC/S:Blake Lively 

YOUNGER FC/S: Lily-Rose Depp

 VOICE CLAIM/S: Stephanie Lemelin

[aworldinsideaperson]

The ABCs: A Riverdale Fanfiction-Thirteen

Introduction/AN: Not much of a note here as I’m pretty foggy and still numb about the cat and just life in general. I hope life is treating you well. If not I hope it turns around. I’m going to go watch something and write/not write, who knows. There is a lot of Jason/Cassie (ship name is introduced in this chapter!) in this chapter and no Jughead, but I hope you don’t mind...still looking for a Cassie/Jughead ship name tbh...

Word Count: 1,526

Warnings: None that I can think of?

ABCs Masterlist

Chapter Thirteen: Diners, Drive-ins and Diamonds

The Six ABCs sat in a corner booth at Pop’s. All three sets cozied up and coupled up, Carter and Lily snuggled together on the right side, Mason and Cheryl holding hands to the left and Cassie and Jason sat in the middle with more than an inch of space between them and there was a definite awkwardness surrounding them.

The last conversation Cassie and Jason had, had been an argument on Monday. Of course they had spoken since then but always in a group setting and never directly to one another and while tonight was technically a triple date all the couples would be in separate vehicles which meant the two would eventually have to have a conversation.

The sun was still in the sky but beginning to fall closer and closer to the tree line that surrounded the small town. People weren’t quite clearing out of Pop’s just yet but soon people would be racing to get good spots for the final show at Twilight. Cheryl and Mason and Carter and Lily, were each engrossed in their separate conversations, Jason was leaning against the back of the booth scrolling through his phone and Cassie was leaned against the table picking at the basket of fries they had ordered over an hour before; they were cold but she still couldn’t keep her hands off them. It was mindless, picking up the fry and popping it into her mouth, she didn’t have to think while she did it and that was a good thing for the time being. She was brought back by the sound of Cheryl’s voice.

“Cas, are you coming?” Cheryl asked, everyone already standing and waiting for her.

Cassie took a moment to breath, nodded her head and then brushed the salt from her fingertips before sliding out of the booth. Once she was standing Jason slung his arm over her shoulder and Cassie painted a smile onto her face as half the patrons watched the six of them walk out of the diner and to their cars. Once outside the couple's split off to their separate vehicles. Lily and Carter taking hold of each other’s hands after sliding into his deep red Bentley, quickly starting the vehicle and driving off.  Mason and Cheryl giving each other a light kiss before pulling out of the parking lot in Mason’s cherry red Massarotti excited as could be. Contrary to both couples Cassie and Jason just tried not to look at each other once they were in the safety of the impala, even with the top down and the setting sun still washing the world in a warm light no one was looking at them anymore and they could not pretend to be happy for at least a few moments. Cassie crossed her arms over her chest and turned away from Jason, he looked at her one last time before starting up the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

It wasn’t a long drive from Pop’s to Twilight and Cassie watched the sign as it came into view. Where it had once said ‘Closing Soon’ it now held the title of a movie, ‘Gentlemen Prefer Blondes’, and for a moment the anger and discomfort of being beside Jason melted away and Cassie was filled with the joy of Jughead keeping his promise, simple words said over a summer that should have never been, but he kept them anyway.

Once parked Jason turned off the engine and turned to look at Cassie. She still sat stiff with her arms crossed and an indifferent look on her face. He unbuckled and opened his car door.

“I’m going to concession, you want anything?” He asked but Cassie still sat looking out of the windshield not even making any indication that she had even heard him. Jason shut the car door and turned to her. “You’re going to have to talk to me sooner or later.”

“I vote for later.”

“Look, I’m going to the concession stand, I’m going to bring you back a pepsi and a popcorn and possibly some candy if they have anything good, when I get back we are going to talk.” Jason looked to her waiting for a response but when one didn’t come he opened the door and got out of the car.

Once she could no longer see him in the rear view mirror Cassie relaxed and dropped her head back onto the headrest. It’s not that she didn’t want to talk to Jason, she just didn’t particularly want to talk either. She wasn’t thrilled with how she acted earlier in the week but she knew everything she said was true which made it hard to apologize.

Jason wasn’t gone long and when he hopped into the backseat, as opposed to behind the wheel, Cassie’s head was still thrown against the seat and her eyes were shut. At first he didn’t try to talk to her but as more cars pulled into the lot and the darker it became he knew it was only a matter of time before the movie started and he would never get her to talk then.

“Cas, seriously we are going to talk before we leave tonight and if you don’t want to be talking during the movie I suggest you get chatty real fast.”

Cassie sighed then began moving to the back seat. Once situated she turned her body to face at Jason. “I’m not sorry for what I said Monday. I’m sorry about how I said it, but I refuse to be sorry about what was said.”

Jason nodded and took her hand in his. “That’s okay, you don’t have to be sorry about what you said, you were right anyway. You would be able to be friends with whoever you wanted if it wasn’t for me getting involved with Polly, I was being selfish. You were wrong about one thing though, I do need to apologize for what happened between Polly and I. It wasn’t something that just happened, I pursued her to get back at my family for forcing me, us, into this life. I never expected to actually like her, and I’m not sorry for liking her but I am sorry for putting you in this predicament, you don’t deserve it.” He smiled softly and squeezed her hand.

“Why does it feel like all of our conversations are either fights or apologies?” She asked.

“Because they mostly are.” He sighed, after a few moments of silence and the last few seconds of daylight passed Jason reached into his pocket and turned to Cassie. “Hey, I know that things are hard right now with us, but I’ve been carrying this around for a while and I think maybe you should have it.” He opened the box and revealed a ring Cassie had long admired. Rose gold with a large diamond in the center and smaller diamonds all around it and in the band. Penelope Blossom had once called it ‘a true work of art’ and Cassie had always believed it to be true.

“Are you sure Jason?” She questioned, they knew it would have to be eventually but Cassie never expected it to be so soon, especially after everything they had gone though.

“I want to show you that I really am committed to making this work and that we may not be ‘Maryl’ or ‘Larter’ but we, ‘Cason’, definitely have a better ship name than they do.” He started, causing the two of them to laugh. “In all seriousness though, I want you to have it. Even if you don’t wear it having it may bring you some piece of mind that no matter what happened before I’m yours and I want you to be happy, as my friend and future Mrs. Blossom, I think that you should be friends with whoever you want and I’m not going to stop you, I won’t let Cheryl stop you either.” Jason took the ring from the box and held it out to the girl before him.

Cassie took it with a smile and slipped the ring onto her right hand. “Thank you Jason.” It grew quiet between them as she rested her Head on Jason’s shoulder. “Why do you think it’s so much harder for us?” She asked softly.

“Because I don’t think you and I were meant for this life. I think we were meant for things far greater than being ABCs.”

“Like what?”

Jason sighed. “Having a real life, with real passions and hobbies. Really falling in love and having real jobs and being the people we feel like we are as opposed to the people we present ourselves as. Cheryl was always meant for this life, she loves the parties, house parties or cotillions, she loves being the center of attention, she enjoys the grandeur of this life, I never have and neither had you.”

Cassie looked up at him with a smile. “At least we’re both the same that way.” She leaned up and kissed his cheek before resting her head back onto his shoulder just as the show began. “Now be quiet, this is my favorite movie.”

​ @winteroses @fullmoonmuses @mikymouse1999 @megasimpleplan4ever @xameliaxgracex @blisshbee @ajblake-ak @xx-punk-music-xx @kissesfromlife @multiversegalaxygirl @melinadufort

[survivorfrance]

PLAYER OF THE SEASON

Alright everyone! It’s time to see who has won Player of the Season!

Out of fairness, no one in the final three was considered for the part.

If you quit, you can’t win POTS, that includes Sarah, Colin, Dom, Jacob, Carter and Lily.

Some honorable mentions:

Dom: Dom was playing a rock solid game with allies in every corner. He was the perfect player to play the middle of the game and had the finish line in sight. He knew who the biggest players were and came up with rock solid plans to ensure they left with virtually no blood on his hands. However, he quit and so he doesn’t win anything.

Lily: Lily had mastered the art of having the last laugh, she was amazing in challenges and had no problem putting a target on her back in the game. Lily was controlling her side of the game until they used the blind round to take out everyone’s biggest threat in the game. Lily would be in the top slots, but she threatened the players after she was voted out, and quit the jury, then blocked half of the game. No one has seen her since.

In 3rd, we have Chelsea! Chelsea was an early target on her original tribe but mastered the art of ACTUALLY SUBMITTING CHALLENGES and being taken to Versailles for safety. In Versailles she managed to find a hidden immunity idol that eventually kept her safe when she received votes. She kept strong social connections to the players she was aligned with, and was a powerhouse in competitions, tribal and individual. She was a forced to be reckoned with and would have had a great speech at final tribal council.

In 2nd we have Sara! Sara, like Dom, used the Carousel Idol to take someone out of the game rather than save herself and keep it in her alliance’s rotation... my taking a shot at her own alliance member. Sara kept herself in the middle of the competition playing field and kept herself safe by playing both sides when the game came down to the wire. She took the first shots at her own alliance members multiple times, and was the first person in the game to find anything at Versailles, a hidden immunity idol, which she enevitably used at the wrong time, thus causing her own elimination. Sara has strong social connections to almost every player at one point, and knew how to hold her own.

We have Pat! Pat participated in every challenge and won his way to Versailles multiple times this season. He figured out quickly which doors had already been opened and which ones could potentially contain game changing secrets. Even finding half of a super idol his first round there, something that eventually saved him from being voted out. He stayed solid to his closest allies for the entirety of the game and used the games twists and turns to further himself in the game. Pat had a strong case to win the game had he just held the bottle a little longer. And that’s why Pat is Player of the Season, because he played the game and adapted to the season and went the longest without his tribe attending tribal council. He manipulated his closest ally into giving him a super idol, something that could have been broken up and used as two separate idols, and flushed it from the game while keeping his vote steal secret. Pat played France the way France was meant to be played, and he did it while staying under the radar, and for the most part off of the other players maps.

[sensitivefern]

HYDRANGEA Propagate by taking softwood cuttings from late spring to midsummer; semi-ripe cuttings in midsummer; hardwood cuttings in winter; seeds in spring... softwood and semi-ripe cuttings can be cut in half using a sharp knife – allow a leaf to remain at the top of each one... climbing hydrangea (H. anomala subsp. petiolaris) can be propagated by layering only; Hydrangea quercifolia, seed only... serpentine layering can be employed... extract seed from dry capsules and sow in containers, keeping seed moist and close to 50°... hydrangeas dislike alkaline soil, and ‘show their distress by turning yellow in their leaves... ‘matters can be improved’ by giving them a good dose of ‘Murphy’s Iron Sequestrine’... the hardiest hydrangeas will be found amongst the white-flowered types generally; ‘Hydrangea paniculata has domed heads with large sterile white florets mixed with a fuzz of white fertile florets. It has several variants’, including ‘Praecox’ and:

‘Floribunda’

‘Tardiva’

‘Kyushu’

‘Grandiflora’

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winter aconite | Eranthis Zones 4-9... mat-former; mass under shrubs or throughout a woodland setting... for spring sowing, cold stratify for 3 weeks; place flats in a shady location and transplant seedlings as they emerge... will perchance flower in 3 or 4 years... divide clumps after flowering... will self-seed to a certain extent...

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HONEY PLANTS Everflowering locust (Robinia pseudoacacia semperflorens) is a very unusual tree because it blooms in varying amounts all summer long. Apparently this variety originated in eastern Europe and is little known in this country.

mountain mint (Pycnanthemum pilosum) is a native plant which holds promise as a source of essential oils... It blooms very heavily over a long period in late summer and fall and seldom fails to find the bees working it.

Anise hyssop (Agastache) reportedly attracts the bees most consistently over the longest blooming period of any honey plant... The bees consistently work the flowers from daylight until dark. It was a native plant of pioneer times which has since almost entirely disappeared... it is sometimes termed ‘Wonder Honey Plant’...

Some very good honey plants may be growing wild in waste places and fence rows. In many localities wild asters and goldenrod give a good fall honeyflow. Catnip and motherwort, often thought of as weeds are among the best of honey plants. When the ‘weeds’ are good honey plants and are doing no harm it is well to leave them. More honey plants make for a better beekeeping location – more bees and better pollination.

[Encyclopedia of Organic Gardening]

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BALTIMORE, MAY 11, 1945. ...But the dogs remained, and my complaints to the S.P.C.A. were in vain. One afternoon a bitch in heat appeared on the Hollins street side of the square, and presently half a dozen dogs were after her. The one she finally favored operated on her in full view of a gang of children, while all the other bucks howled dismally... While this performance was going on – it lasted more than an hour – the noise was so loud that I had to suspend work... Every linthead family has a dog, and so has every Negro family in Fairmount avenue, just north of Baltimore street. Not long ago, as I passed the corner of Fairmount avenue and Gilmore street, six dogs rushed out in a pack.

Miss Peach says that, on her complaint, the cops recently investigated the public toilet in the square. They found it was a favorite resort of homosexuals. She says that they arrested and jailed forty-four, including three clergymen. What the evidence was against the prisoners I do not know, and I am inclined to be suspicious of it, for linthead children are not above making charges for purposes of blackmail. Miss Peach says that linthead girls of twelve or thereabout come into the square at night to pick up men and boys. If this is true I have not noticed it. Moreover, I do not object to it, so long as it is not accompanied by shrieks and shouts, for one of the prime purposes of any public park is to provide a place of assignation for the young... As for the damage to their virtue, it is purely imaginary, for only a rare linthead girl remains a virgin after the age of twelve. Her deflowering, in fact, is usually performed by her brothers, and if not by her brothers, then by her father. Incest is almost as common as fornication among these vermin, and no doubt it is largely responsible for their physical and mental deterioration. Everyone who knows the Southern poor whites knows this, but it is not mentioned in official reports.

[H.L. Mencken]

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July 23 [1853]. PM – To P. Hutchinson’s. I cannot find a single crotalaria pod there this year. Stone-crop is abundant and has now for some time been out at R. Brown’s watering-place; also the water-plantain, which is abundant there. About the water further north the elodea is very common, and there, too, the rhexia is seen afar on the islets, – its brilliant red like a rose. It is fitly called meadow-beauty. Is it not the handsomest and most striking and brilliant flower since roses and lilies began? Blue vervain out some days.

Bathing yesterday in the Assabet, I saw that many breams, apparently an old one with her young of various sizes, followed my steps and found their food in the water which I had muddied. The old one pulled lustily at a Potamogeton hybridus, drawing it off one side horizontally with her mouth full, and then swallowed what she tore off.

[Thoreau, Journal]

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❚Two cats meow after snowfall

Florida Man Sets Underwear on Fire at Starbucks

Swede buys eggs from supermarket, hatches chick ... Olle, or to give him his full title, Coop Olle, was still a surprise arrival the Swede admits. At the moment she isn’t entirely sure whether the chick is a she or a he, but whatever the gender, it’s living the good life with two new friends added for company. “He’s called Coop Olle for now but we don’t know if it’s a hen or a rooster, we’ll find out down the line. He’s having a good time at the moment: because he was lonely we went to a farm and bought two chicks so he could have some company. All three live in a cardboard box with food and warmth now,” the amateur egg-hatcher explained.

Bittersweet Moment: Man Plays The NBC Jingle On The Grand Piano That Crushed His Son

Harry Shearer I thought Wikileaks gave their sources absolute anonymity. So how would Assange know who source for DNC leaked material was?

President-elect Donald Trump calls Chuck Schumer ‘clown,’ blasts Obamacare in typo-filled tweets

Although I grew up in New York with many Italian-American friends and have eaten my way around Italy a couple of times, it wasn't until I opened Julia della Croce's book, "Pasta Classica: The Art of Italian Cooking," that I realized how much I didn't know about the history of this food. My knowledge was limited to knowing that somehow, the different shapes for pasta were supposed to go with different sauces, and that Marco Polo had brought pasta to Italy from his voyage to China — only it turns out both of these "facts" are incorrect! I didn't know how much I had to learn.

Breaking News: McConnell's Testicles Seen from Space Ladies and gentlemen, we may have now seen proof of the biggest set of balls in the entire solar system. After Sen. Chuck Schumer said that Democrats won’t vote a Trump SCOTUS nominee they can’t support, Mitch McConnell had the balls to say that the American people won’t tolerate such obstructionism.

Charles Manson's grandson said he's in good spirits despite his failing health. "For being 82 and locked up, he's kept himself together well physically." Care to guess where Charles Manson's grandson lives?

Man arrested for church arson after watching child porn and masturbating into a dirty diaper. It's great to have goals

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I'll be dumping a lot of doodles this week so I thought it would be nice to already an idea what to draw next.