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[sturnmeovr]

Sketchbook - Chris Sturniolo

Requested by @pineapplealpaca Pairings - bsf!Chris x bsf!Reader Warnings - Just some fluff 🥰 and strong language! W/c - 2043 Summary - You and Chris meet freshman year of high school. With the talent of drawing, he quickly becomes your muse. After winning an award senior year, he finally finds out what you've been hiding from him this whole time. A/n - Thanks for requesting! 💚 This is my first Chris piece, hope you guys like it!! Should be edited so let me know if you see any typos! All interactions are appreciated ❤️ Dividers and photos are not mine; all credit due to original owners. My requests are always open! Check out my masterlist for my recent pieces! Tags - @lvrsturniolo (sorry I forgot 😭 thank you for already liking!! If anyone else wants to be on my tag list, just let me know ❤️) Current Matt series - City of Love. Part two.

Freshman Year

You sit on the bleachers, letting your pencil scribble across your sketchpad. Spending most of your time here, waiting on your older brother to get done with football practice. You were always an artistic soul, so drawing and painting was something you held close to your heart, along with the boy you had been crushing on since seventh grade - Chris Sturniolo. 

Life was so much easier with him in it. He came around often, being one of your brother's best friends, but you also formed a bond with him since the two of you were the same age. Over time the friendly banter turned into flirty banter, and you found yourself swooning over him at every given chance. Sketching portraits of him in your sketchbook, which might as well be your secret diary. 

You watched as he danced around the football field, doing what he loved most. After practice is finished, he makes his way over to you. Chugging the contents of his water bottle before trying to sneak a peek at your sketchbook, “whatcha’ drawing there, Y/l/n?”

A blush immediately creeps to your face, and your clutch your sketchbook to your chest, “uh- nothing! Just random stuff, why?”

His eyebrows knit together in confusion, “just wondering, that’s all.”

Chris decided to leave it alone, but he knew he was lying when he said it didn’t spark his curiosity.

Sophomore Year

“C’mon let me see it,” your best friend, Chris, calls from the other side of your bedroom door. When you realized he had been snooping through your room, finding your hidden sketchbook in the process, you flipped shit on him. Snatching your sketchbook, your lifeline, and kicking him out. You run over to your closet, hiding it under a pile of junk you desperately needed to clean up. 

After successfully hiding your secret diary of a sketchbook, you rush over to the door that Chris was still knocking on, slinging it open. He stares at you, pushing you aside, and barging in your room. “It’s never that serious. Let me see that damn book,” he’s a bit agitated you’d keep it from him. There was no secret in your friendship with Chis, so hiding something this big was gut wrenching to him. He felt betrayed. He knew you didn’t want him to see it and that’s what made him want to even more. He had it a mission from that point on.

He needed to see what was in that damn book.

Junior Year

You let out an exaggerated sighed, clenching your sketchbook to your chest. Chris had you pinned on the couch in a battle over your precious sketchbook. Every time he saw it, he dove for it, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything other than Chris - the sketchbook bandit. 

“Chris, please,” practically begging as he stared you down. A smug smirk spread across his lips which were inches from yours. You didn't know what possessed him to go after your sketchbook every time he saw it, but he did. He would catch glimpses over your shoulder, making him more curious than ever. He knew you were drawing a portrait of somebody, but he didn’t know exactly who it was. Especially since you’d slam your book shut and hide it any time your senses told you he was near, his cologne being a dead give away.

“What’s the big deal, Y/n/n?” his tone was laced with playfulness. Knowing Chris too well, you knew he was just waiting for the right moment to rip the sketchbook from your grip. Being around him so much meant you were accustomed to his bullshit. Chris was a big goofball and the two of you got along great, aside from his never ending need to look in your book. He was determined to figure it out, and every time he failed, it ended in an argument. He could get anything he wanted from you, but you would never budge when it came to the sketchbook. 

At first, Chris thought you were afraid to show him your drawings, but when he begged to see one, making you rip a random drawing out and shove it towards him, he quickly realized that wasn’t the case. He just knew there was something, someone, in that book you didn’t want him to see.

Senior Year

The day was finally here - the art show. Your art teacher entered one of your paintings, and if you were honest, you weren’t completely okay with it. Only reason being, the portrait she entered was of your best friend, Chris. He had become your muse over the years. You were around him the most, so his face became easy to draw for you. The way his jawline curved when he turned his head to the side. The shape of his eyes and nose being more symmetrical than anyone you had ever drawn before. You couldn’t help it - when you looked at him, your pencil flew across the paper like magic. 

Chris was one of the most important people in your life. Even though you and Chris were just friends, you couldn’t help but get butterflies every time he looked at you, and that had been a feeling he gave you since the first day you met. You never knew if Chris felt the same way, and you weren’t the type to be straightforward, so you never brought it up. Chris was the complete opposite, being a little too blunt at times. It worried you if he didn’t feel the same way, he wouldn’t know how to let you down easily. This became one of your biggest fears over the years of knowing him, and one of the main reasons you kept it a secret. You were just grateful he was in your life on a day to day basis, crush or not. 

Luckily, Chris had a football game and couldn’t come to the event you were being awarded for. They had already announced the winners online last week, three of them - two other entries from different schools, and yourself. The only thing you had to do was get through your award winning speech and collect your certificate. Chris being disappointed he couldn’t call off the football game, you being upset you couldn’t attend his game. It was a coincidence in the worst way, but the two of you made plan to make up for it later in the week. In a way you were glad you didn’t have to confess to Chris the secret you had been hiding since freshman year. Knowing Chris, never thinking things through thoroughly before letting his words slip, you figured he’d think your portraits of him were weird. In a way, they were, you had been creepily letting your hand scribble across paper, drawing your best friend. 

Even worse, hiding it from him. For years. Maybe him not being here tonight wasn’t such a bad thing.

You bite your lip, and your gut churns as the host calls your name, “and for the second winner of tonight, Y/n Y/l/n, from Somerville High School!” 

You walk on stage, approaching the podium, and give the audience a big smile. This was one of the biggest achievements of your life, the feeling was euphoric for you. Letting your eyes scan the crowd, landing on your parents and brother. You notice Chris sitting next to your brother, your eyes widen, meeting his gaze, and you spin around to look at your winning portrait - a portrait of him. 

Chris stares at you with an unreadable expression plastered across his face. You couldn’t help wondering how he felt about discovering the secret you had been keeping from him the last four years. Was he mad? Did he even realize it was him? 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you take a step forwards and clear your throat, “I’d like to thank everyone who came out tonight, everyone who donated, and everyone who voted for my art piece. It means the world to me, standing in front of all of you today. I want to thank my family for supporting my dreams, and being here tonight,” you ramble on. Your stage fright disappears for a moment when your eyes land on Chris. A smile stretches across his face and he raises his eyebrows, like he’s telling you to continue. “And of course, I’d like to thank my best friend for being my muse,” your tone was laced with nervousness and passion all at the same time. Chris had inspired you without even knowing it. 

After you wrap up your speech, you enter the common room, chatting amongst the other winners. Various strangers of the art community approached you, congratulating you on your big win, and praising your masterpiece. You knew at the end of the night, you’d have to talk to Chris, and the anticipation boiled in your gut because of it. You didn’t know what you were going to say or how you were going to approach the situation, but you knew it had to be done. You just hoped it didn’t ruin your friendship in the process. 

“Pretty big secret, huh?” a voice from behind you snapps you out of your trance. Immediately recognizing that it’s Chris, you squeeze your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the impact of his words. “I can see why you didn’t want me to know,” he continues, this time his voice is closer than before. You don’t say anything because, honestly, what the fuck do you say? 

An awkward smile pulls at your lips as you avoid eye contact with him, “I can’t believe you’ve been drawing me like one of your little french girls this whole time,” he playfully scoffs. His joke breaks the awkward tension being held between you two, making you let out a giggle. 

“Shut up,” you groan while running a hand through your hair. 

“Why?” Chris had always been one to tease you. Especially when it comes to your sketchbook so now that he knows what you had been drawing this whole time, he’s loving the hell out of it. 

“It’s not funny, Chris,” you groan, looking away as your face heats up a dark shade of red. He always had that effect on you, but it was even worse now.

“No, I mean why me?” he asks, his eyes searching your face like he’s trying to find the real answer. He already knows you won’t be completely honest with him, not when it comes to your drawings. 

“I don’t know,” you mumble under your breath, eyes fixated on your shoes. 

Chris reaches out to take your hand in his. The sudden contact makes you look at him, “you can tell me, Y/n.” 

Shaking your head, “I just think you have good bone structure,” you come up with the first lie you can think of, pulling your hand away, and walking to your portrait of him. You point to it, “your face is very symmetrical. It’s easy to draw!”

Technically, it wasn’t a lie. His face was easy to draw, but that was probably because you had drawn him so many times. It was familiar to you. It inspired you.

You felt bad about telling him a halfass truth, but your intuition told you his reaction wouldn’t be good, so you hid it the best you could. You watch as Chris’s eyes brows knit together, his lips forming a straight line. He stares at you for a second, keeping the hard expression etched on his face.

As soon as you think you’re out of the water, he does the unthinkable - reaching a hand out to your wrist, pulling you to him, and smashing his lips into yours. The unexpected kiss makes you freeze for a split second while his lips move against yours. Chris brings a hand up to your face, almost like he’s telling you to accept it. You do exactly what he wants, moving your lips against his, letting him take the lead because you were, obviously, a nervous wreck. 

The shock is still taking a toll on your mind, and body, as Chris pulls away. He looks at you with that same unreadable look, “you’re a bad fucking liar, Y/n.” 

[birlemsbae]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐄

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐘!𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐗 𝐏𝐎𝐂!𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐘!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

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𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: yes i did go back and update this lolol 👍

you had seen the ad's for it, you had seen it all over social media, you had seen it everywhere and you had become completely infatuated with it. the "pheromone perfume" had become so viral, that it was almost every video you saw. so you had to buy it.

see chris had no idea what was happening. when you told him you were buying something special, his mind went immediately to some lingerie you were going to surprise him with later.

when the package did finally arrive, you were grinning from ear to ear. unboxing it from its fragile packaging, you finally held it in your hands, thinking it's the best seven dollars you had ever spent

when date night finally came, it was a friday. chris had just gotten back from filming with his brothers and they all wanted to go out to dinner. he obviously told you, i mean cmon, your his girlfriend. chris almost bursted through the door and sprawled out all over the bed.

"hi to you too, chris." you giggled, surprised by his actions. he leans his head up and gives you a wave.

"hard day?" you decide you need more of an answer out of him.

"mhm." he mumbles through the comforter, but you could still her him bluntly. he finally picks his head up. "nick and matt were arguing and getting on my ass the entire fucking video," chris huffs, as he gets up to pace the room. "and now they wanna go to dinner to apologize."

your lifted a brow. "are you gonna go?"

"duh, i can never turn down some food." he makes his way over to you. "also hi my gorgeous, beautiful girlfriend. you look so pretty right now." he kisses your forehead.

"hi baby, so am i invited to this dinner?" you smiled, leaning in for a kiss.

"of course, ma, be ready in like 20, i'm hungry as fuck." he breathes out, taking off his shirt and finding a better one to put on.

you smile to yourself and go to put on a better outfit.

after what felt like 20 hours of getting ready, you finish and you decide to top it off with your newest purchase. the pheromone perfume.

you lather the roll of perfume on your neck, wrists, hands, arms, and down your thighs. you giggle to yourself, knowing how chris is gonna react. speaking of chris, here he is bursting through the door.

"hey, you ready?" he looks up from his phone and walks over to you.

"mhm." you slide a ring on your finger and clasp on your necklace. "lets go."

you get up from his gaming chair, heels tapping on the hardwood floor, and walk past him. he's looking down when you walk past him but as soon as he catches your scent, he's all over you.

"is that a new perfume your wearing?" he questions, you grin and tilt your head to the side. "no? the same one i've been wearing."

he walks over to you and shifts your hair so your neck is fully exposed to him. he takes one big wiff. "hey, i feel violated!" you laugh.

"definitely not the one i've smelled on you." he puts your hair back and hugs you.

"mm you smell so good, ma." he breathes on your neck and you try and push him off.

"thank you, now cmon can we eat now?"

you are currently sitting next to chris in the car. he has his head on your shoulder, basically in the crook of your neck, still breathing in your scent. "you smell so good, ma," he waves his hands at you so he can get more of the scent.

"what is that?" he questions. you shrug your shoulders in sarcasm.

"move to my lap." he demands. you look at him like he has said the most disrespectful shit in his life. he clears his throat. "can you please sit on my lap my precious beautiful girlfriend?"

you laugh, "cause you know fucking better." you move onto his lap and his arms go to your waist and his puts his head on your shoulder again.

at the resturant, he doesn't even bother to sit on the opposite side of you at first.

"chris go to that side, you know how i feel about couples sitting on the same side of the booth as others."he complains, but reluctantly agrees.

"you just smell so good, it's actually hurting my head a little." he chuckles.

after dinner, you guys both drove home and got ready for bed. washing your face and listening to music, you feel a pair of hands go to your hips. you look in the mirror and see the familiar face of your boyfriend.

"hi chris." you say flatly, being over to wash your face in the sink.

chris smirks and presses up against you. "hi ma,"

you look up from washing your face and put a towel on it to dry it. "i'll come cuddle in a bit  just need to finish-"

your cut off by chris turning you to face him and kissing you. the kiss didn't last very long. it was needy from chris and relaxed from your prespective. after you were done kissing, he breathes out. "come to bed now, you just smelt so good today, all for me, i gotta repay you somehow."

you laugh, "chris your insane."

"insane for you." and with that, and a slap on your ass, he's out the room, waiting for you so he can repay you.

[c0la-queen]

Edd Headcanons | The Older Brother Friend

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Appearance:

My Edd has tan skin and fluffy brown hair. He's got light, scruffy facial hair but he shaves it every so often so it doesn't get too thick.

His eyes are a warm chocolate brown in my head, but because of his powers they sometimes glow green- in the dark or when he's angry.

Edd is the tallest of the crew in my timeline, a whopping 6'5. He rubs this in and will use his height as a weapon against the others. The type to send those "Send this to your short friend" to Tom and Reader.

I am a chubby Edd truther!!! My man is a big cuddly bear!! So warm and perfect for hugs and cuddles!!! But don't be mistaken, he is still fit. Probably the broadest of the group, with shoulders almost touching the door frame. And while his powers do help, Edd is still on of the physically strongest of the group- before he got his powers, he and Tord were equal in strength.

Has to wear glasses when reading or doing digital art, and to help his eyes they're blue light glasses. Has no piercings, but he does have a tattoo somewhere on his body. Won't tell anyone where or what it is. (Only person who knows is the person he made the bet with, which would be either his sister or Tom)

Family Life:

Has one of the most average family experiences.

His parents are happily married. They were always loving and doting and were objectively good parents.

He has one younger sister. They gave a good relationship, the two get along and still stay in touch even when he's moved out.

But, he also had his own struggles. Specifically during high school, he started feelings like his parents paid more attention to his younger sister's achievements than his. They never favored her or gave her better things than him. But he couldn't help but feel like she was seen as the more academic one compared to him.

Despite this, he didn't hold it against her or his parents. As he matured, he managed to fight through those thoughts.

Has his baby cat Ringo, the most precious thing in his life.

Personality:

Edd isn't the dad friend of the group. Edd is the older brother friend. He cares about the others and is considered as the "head" of the group. (Often likes to joke that he's the alpha male). But, he's not nurturing, he's a little bastard. He can be a bit of a jerk sometimes, and can accidentally take it a little too far.

Steals people's things to piss them off. Not anything super important, and he always gives it back after a short while of teasing. If there's something his roommates don't want anyone touching, he'll usually respect that. (Susan is an exception)

Holds objects over other people's heads where they can't reach it. Reader and Tom are the usual victims of this, but if he wants to do it to Matt or Tord he'll float off the ground.

Has his head in the gutter all the time. The type of friend to hear the word "come" and turn to you with a stupid grin.

"That's what she said." "Deez nuts."

Although he's a bastard, he loves the others. He'll remind them to eat or drink water, drag the group outside when everyone's been inside too long, organize the weekend adventures or the game/movie night, and he cooks dinner most of the nights.

Fiercely protective of all the roommates, but specifically Reader. He isn't afraid to slap the fuck outta anyone who is insulting or threatening any of his people.

Loves playing Mario Kart and Mario Party because he can piss multiple people off at the same time while also winning the game.

Works as a commission artist and animator for a studio. He has a whole digital art setup on his desk in his room. While he still works all week like a normal job, he can set his own hours, take breaks whenever he wants, and is able to work completely from home. He just has to get his projects done by the deadline.

He likes Oreos :D just thinks they're tasty.

His favorite band is the Beatles! It's why he named his cat Ringo- he's loved the band since he was a little kid.

Smells like coffee and mint.

Enjoys watching Studio Ghibli movies with Reader. Especially likes My Neighbor Totoro, since its got the Cat Bus.

Has a big metal water bottle that he painted. I think he'd have an emerald green bottle and paint really detailed fir trees around it.

Has a PC setup for animation/digital art, an iPad for digital art, and a sketchbook for traditional art. Likes to dabble in several art mediums. His favorites are acrylic paint, watercolor, and charcoal.

Plays Pokemon games with the Reader during his breaks from drawing. He's an "all physical attacks, no status conditions" type of player. Prefers grass types but mains cat Pokemon.

Cuddle bug. Loves taking naps with Reader. Will fall asleep with her on the couch, on his bed, or on her bed. The perfect time to nap in his opinion is during rainy days.

Would love to get matching onesies with Reader if she asked him to. Proudly takes pictures with her while wearing them.

Lets Reader sit in his lap while he draws or plays games. Thinks its the cutest thing if she falls asleep in his lap.

Takes Reader with him while grocery shopping. But will trap her between his arms while pushing the cart to keep her from wandering.

Can be really intimidating when he's pissed.

Playlist (Based off My Spotify Playlist of Him):

Hollywood Undead

Childish Gambino

Joji

Rex Orange County

Jack Stauber

blink-182

The Weeknd

[beemoon17]

My Personal Fox Rankings

I saw @yourleftpinkytoe-blog do this and thought I'd give it a go! These are just my personal rankings and obviously I'd love to talk about why or hear about anyone else's.

Kevin Day (I relate to his mental health struggles and his need for perfection, he's giving gifted kid syndrome, autistic af)

Andrew Minyard (Devoted to his family, enforces his boundaries, relate to his mental health struggles, killing for his brother)

Neil Josten (Most of my love for him is because of his love for other characters, his loyalty and protectiveness over the family he found in the Foxes and his absolute devotion to respecting Andrew's boundaries)

David Wymack ("It's about second chances, Neil. Second, third, fourth, whatever, as long as you get at least one more than what anyone else wanted to give you." I think that covers all my reasoning)

Seth Gordon (We don't get to learn as much about him as the others but Seth hit me a lot harder than I've seen most people feel. He wanted to prove himself, he wanted to be better, he wanted to win. He's the what if. The almost. Every kid who couldn't be saved, Who gave up or was given up on a minute too soon. He was almost there. And then he was gone.)

Aaron Minyard (I have a weak spot for sibling relationships, killing for his brother, the urge to protect your siblings and to stay by your siblings side and at the same time wanting to prove you can be more or different or better than them, not understanding each other completely but knowing you stand and fall together always.)

Matt Boyd (100% projected every urge I've ever had to have a big brother onto him. The way he's always there on the Court to physically protect his teammates, he's big and strong and powerful, but off the Court he is kind and caring and gentle. He loves the Foxes and he has their backs. His relationship with Neil was everything.)

Nicky Hemmick (I loved his blatant and unavoidable queerness, for a character who has canonically been shammed and abused for his sexuality and coming from a world myself where I don't feel safe or brave enough to be unapologetically queer it's so beautiful to read. He took in the twins, he never gave up on them, never walked away. The twins weren't easy, not before the story started and not when we get to arrive in it, but he loves his family and he wants them to have better than he did, and that means something.)

Dan Wilds (Oh Captain my Captain. Dan is an amazing leader and my love for her comes from her devotion to her team. She is tough and she worked her ass off for the role she has, she's more than earned her share of respect. She believes in her team even after years of failing and bullshit.)

Betsy Dobson (The therapist we all dream of having. If Andrew could trust her I can't imagine anyone couldn't with enough time. She is a safe space and a constant, and clearly has patience for days with the twinyards as her clients. The fact that she provides hot chocolate is 100% a huge plus for me.)

Abby Winfield (Always there for the Foxes, whether that's patching them up, giving them a roof to sleep under, or cooking warm meals. She's a safe adult like Bee and Wymack and they are so very important and precious.)

Allison Reynolds (I love Allison, her being this low is NOT Allison hate, I simply did not connect with her as much as other characters, she is still dear to me, all of the Foxes are. She is devoted to the Foxes and found them somewhere safe to run off to and have some fun after shit went down. and even when the worst possible thing happens and she loses the man she loves she comes back ready to fight because she knows it's what he would've wanted.)

Renee Walker (Once again NOT Renee hate, all of those Foxes are dear to me. I had trouble with her "religious angel girl" attitude in a similar way to Neil, I just couldn't trust it. Renee is an amazing force within the Foxes, the bridge before Neil arrived, providing Andrew with an outlet and a friend, protecting the upperclassmen Foxes. I admire her for pulling herself out of darkness, even if I can't connect to the religious aspect, and I admire that she acknowledges and respects her old life, not burying it but not letting it control her future or her present day.

[braveclementine]

D.S. x E.M. x K.M. x Reader pt 4

Warnings: Angst

Copyright: I do not own any TVD/TO/Legacies characters, nor any places in New Orleans or Mystic Falls that may be mentioned.

Elijah P.O.V.

The TV had been set up in the Salvatore Boarding house living room so that everyone could watch it. There was Damon's brother Stefan along with his girlfriend Elena who hated Y/N so I couldn't even be bothered to attempt to like her.

And then there was Caroline, Ric, and their twin girls. Bonnie and Enzo and our sisters Rebekah and Freya. Kol was here with Davina as well, and Marcel had accompanied Rebekah while, Vincent and Freya curled up together on the couch. Tyler and Matt were there as well, the annoying buggers. But Matt and Damon had a weird relationship and Tyler was sort've Klaus' one remaining hybrid so there was that.

[I've actually always shipped Freya with Vincent. Sorry for the Keelin shippers]

Meanwhile, Klaus was lounging on the couch, Damon's precious bourbon in one hand. Hope and Hayley were here too and I sat as far away from Hayley as possible. She had Jackson, I could not be bothered to deal with her infatuation with me as well.

Not that I would have engaged her had she not been with Jackson. I had Y/N and I didn't want anyone else.

I didn't mind sharing Y/N and neither did Klaus nor Damon. It was not something we were worried about. We were just lucky that she wanted all three of us.

We had watched the game show and Y/N had rocked it so far. The first round had been about sports and Kol had grinned the entire time because Y/N had gotten all her facts about sports from him. The second round had been history which made Alaric happy when she aced everything as he had been history teacher at the High school.

And the third round had been animals and we were all astounded by her random knowledge about animals because none of us even knew that she knew that stuff.

Now, she was in the top for the win and we waited as the timer ticked down dramatically for the final category.

Y/N was dressed lightly, as the yacht had been doing a southern tour. According to the tour map, it said they were off the coast of the Bahamas at the moment. Her jean shorts were high above her knees, the blue tank top accenting her skin nicely.

I loved her in blue, it was my favorite colour and she wore a lot of blue. It annoyed both Damon and Klaus who preferred purple and red respectively.

Finally, the timer reached zero and the category was revealed to be: Mystical Creatures.

Kol burst out laughing, "Oh she has this in the bag."

"Only if it lines up with what she's grown up learning." Freya pointed out, her head in Vincent's lap.

Marcel chuckled.

On screen, Y/N had tucked her lips in, trying not to smile. We could just make out Damon in the crowd, not bothering to cover up his smirk.

"Alright then," The announcer, a Mr. Laritate announced, pushing his glasses up on his face as he held up the first card. "The first question is about werewolves. Who created the first werewolves?"

Y/N hit her hand against the buzzer and everyone turned to her, "The witch Inadu as revenge against her tribe for killing her."

Damon smirked in the crowd while the answer was revealed on the board that she was correct.

"Told you." Kol muttered up front, wrapping his arm around Davina's shoulders.

The questions continued about vampires, werewolves, witches, sirens, heretics, and even a question or two about hybrids.

I could see however, as the questions continued, that Y/N seemed more nervous instead of confident.

"How would you keep a vampire down? A. Garlic B. Sleeping powder C. Vervain or D. Cloves" Mr. Laritate asked.

Y/N's eyes flicked from Damon to Mr. Laritate. She finally reached out hesitantly to answer and said, "C. Vervain."

She was- of course- correct.

She was leading by a thousand points, the other contestants looking frustrated.

"And the last question. . ." Mr. Laritate said, glancing up at the box where we supposed the people who put the questions up on the big screen were. "Out of these four pictures, which one is a hybrid?"

The pictures were up and Y/N took a step back from the podium while half of us rose to our feet. Mine, Marcel, Damon, and Klaus' pictures were up on the screen.

Klaus was on his feet in an instant, "This isn't good."

"No it's not." Marcel echoed.

Freya and Bonnie were across the room in an instant, digging out a map, candles, and a dagger.

"What are you doing?" Alaric asked.

"Tracking her." Freya said.

"Wait." I said, "Look."

Y/N refused to answer and as the shot was now showing the crowd, Damon was nowhere to be found.

"What?" Matt asked, on the edge of the couch. The tension between everyone was high now.

"In the crowd." Rebekah said.

Y/N's eyes darted between the others who were studying the pictures, trying to figure out how they were supposed to tell which one the hybrid was. Y/N stared at the podium, her fingers clenching on the wood.

"The yacht's been blocked by magic." Freya said. "They know."

We watched the camera without moving, all of us not breathing. Finally, Y/N reached out, touching the button.

"Miss Y/L/N?"

She swallowed hard and said, "B."

B was Marcel.

That was when they attacked. The gun shots went ringing out, the crowd screaming. Y/N jerked backwards, falling on her back as the bullets hit her. Damon was there in a flash, his wrist pressed to her mouth as he plucked the bullets out, not caring that this was going to be on live TV. The other contestants had been shot too, along with multiple others in the crowd.

And then, men masked in black where there and though Damon fought them off, one of them got his hands around Y/N's neck, snapping in on live TV. Klaus' bourbon glass shattered in his hand, his eyes turning mutinous.

I could feel my own body shaking, the urge to kill someone was immense. Damon's neck was snapped to and he fell in a lifeless heap beside Y/N. The cameras went black.

"Did that just happen on live TV?" Caroline asked, her body crouched in front of the girls so that they hadn't seen what had happened. "Are they insane?"

"Freya!" Klaus barked. "We need her location. NOW!"

"Nick, I'm trying." Freya said. "We both are." Davina and Vincent joined Bonnie and Freya's side.

~Twelve hours later~

It was the next morning and no one had left the house. Alaric, Caroline, and Hayley had laid the three girls in bed sometime last night.

Bonnie, Freya, Vincent, and Davina were all exhausted. Davina was half asleep in Kol's arms and Bonnie and Enzo were both fast asleep on the couch. Freya and Vincent were still up, mumbling about spells they might be able to try.

Alaric and Matt were getting weapons together, mostly crossbows and arrows for when we actually found Y/N and Damon.

"Dammit." Klaus growled, "One of us should've gone with her. Then she wouldn't be in this position."

"Would you not have fed her your blood to keep her alive?" Tyler shot.

"I meant about her dying afterwards." Klaus growled.

It was truly stupid of Tyler to goad Klaus right now and if he died, everyone would know that it was Tyler's own fault.

"She's just going to end up as a vampire." Tyler said with a bit of a shrug.

"Dude, you should shut up right now." Matt muttered.

Tyler scoffed, leaving the room.

At that moment, I got a text on my phone and I looked at it.

: 🇪🇲🇦🇮🇱. 🇼🇪🇧 🇱🇮🇳🇰

I frowned, not recognizing the laptop and I called over to Caroline, "You wouldn't happen to have a laptop, would you?"

"Yeah, it's in my bag on the bottom." She said, glancing over before turning back to Alaric.

I dug the laptop out, setting it on the table, sitting down, and opening it up. "Password?"

Caroline zoomed over, typed in a rather long password, and went back to Ric.

"What is it?" Marcel and Klaus came up behind me.

"I don't know." I said, going into an incognito tab, opening up my email. "I got an anonymous tip. . . I think. I'm not actually sure."

In my email was an email with a link attached to it which I opened.

"Oh." Marcel said, causing Freya and Vincent to look up and then patter over. Kol joined us too. "Aw man, not that guy."

"Lovely." I said bitterly.

Tristan De Martel, almost as old as our family. I clicked play on the video and it showed him smiling.

"Hello Elijah. If you're seeing this, it means we have your precious. . . whore? I'm not entirely what a girl who sleeps with three men several hundred years older than her could be called. But it does make her perfect for a little experiment."

At the word 'experiment', Enzo's head shot up and he zoomed over. I had heard that both he and Damon had undergone experimentation for years.

"You see, Aurora-" At this name, Klaus clenched his fists "-has been wanting. . . oh well that's a bit of a secret." Tristan smiled, fixing his suit before continuing, "Anyways, I'm sure the experiment will go well and if not. . . well she was just a human after all. You'll all move on. But I think it will work and she will be a vampire medical miracle. I'll keep in touch."

The video turned off and there was a ding as another email from the same link came on.

"Ric?" I asked, my voice hard.

Ric looked up. "Is it possible to track someone through email links?"

"I can do that." Matt suggested. I forwarded the email link to Donavan's email before opening up the new attachment. This was a video file and I clicked play hesitantly.

Klaus hand shattered the bourbon bottle at the sight. Y/N was chained in a room, a very small, padded room, half-way unconscious and obviously going through transition.

The camera zoomed in closer so we could see both Tristan and Y/N's faces.

"Hello Miss Y/L/N." Tristan said, kneeling before her.

Y/N focused on his face and muttered, "Hello Tristan."

Tristan cocked his head to the side and said, "I don't believe that we've met before."

"Nope, but I've heard about the real asshole Elijah wannabe."

Tristan's face hardened. "Excuse me?"

"Only someone from Elijah's blood line would wear a suit but I must say-" Y/N cocked a grin at him despite her own pain, "- no one wears a suit like Elijah does."

I shouldn't have felt happy with her words, I was worried sick after all, but this was the Y/N I knew and plus- she was saying my name.

Tristan snorted, "How do you feel?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, "Like a witch suspended my transition period to be even longer than normal. Where's Damon?"

"Somewhere, undergoing experimentation." Tristan said in a monotone voice.

Enzo clenched the table.

"And you want. . . what?" Y/N asked, shaking her head a little.

"Well you see, there are certain experiments and surgeries that my sister wants to undergo, but you see, I would never let her do that unless I was certain that it wasn't harmful to her. So, by using test subjects, I can guarantee her safety."

Y/N snorted, "You aren't a doctor, are you?"

"No, but I have doctors and witches working under me."

"No surgery is guaranteed." Y/N said. "It could work on one person and then not work on another."

Tristan had doubt flicker in his eyes and then asked, "Are you a doctor?"

"I'm training." Y/N lied with a serious face.

"Oh brother, come on." Aurora's voice filtered through the video and her bright red hair was there.

Y/N flicked her eyes up and then back at Tristan.

"So, do we know if it worked?" Aurora asked, kneeling down as well, her bright red hair swept over her shoulder.

"Not yet." Tristan said. "We won't know for a couple of months."

Aurora sighed, turning her gaze on Y/N, "I don't see why Klaus likes you."

Y/N snorted, "Must be the qualities you don't have."

I bit my lip to keep from smiling but Klaus seemed worried. Aurora was a vindictive bitch, but it seemed they needed Y/N alive. . . for now.

"Maybe." Aurora said, "Do you know Klaus favorite colour?"

"Red." Y/N replied without hesitation.

"Yes. Do you know why?"

Y/N hesitated now.

"What colour is my hair Y/N?" Aurora asked, taking Y/N's face in hand, jerking it upwards.

Y/N took in the vivid red of Aurora's hair while Niklaus gripped the dining room table hard in one hand.

"You see, I was the first woman Nik ever loved. And if Elijah hadn't compelled me, Nik and I would probably be together right now. And once I undergo the operation, he might still take me back. Nik isn't known for staying loyal to his lovers. They either die, he kills them, or he leaves them. I wonder which one you'll be."

"Freya." Klaus voice was hard. "I need her found now."

"And now there's also Elijah, also an original brother, and though he is a bit more loyal. . . well do you even know what he's doing right now?"

"Probably ironing his three piece suit." Y/N replied sarcastically. "How would I know what he's doing right now?"

"You see, they hosted a party last night to watch your win and Hayley was there."

I groaned, covering my face with my hands.

"Hayley?" Y/N asked hesitantly.

"Yes, and when everyone got tired, they crashed at the Salvatore Boarding house. Elijah and Hayley. . . well they may have shared a bed. But they were past lovers so can you really blame them?"

"Elijah, you didn't. . ." Rebekah said.

I shook my head, "I didn't sleep last night period."

"He's telling the truth." Hayley said softly, looking regretful that it didn't happen.

"No." Y/N replied stubbornly. "Elijah doesn't cheat-"

"Even the perfect men have their flaws and Hayley. . . well I'm the prettiest of them all of course but Hayley is fair as well."

The doubt was flickering in Y/N's eyes and I wanted to rip Aurora out of the screen and demolish her.

"Sister." I said bitingly, "For your first turn, you could've chosen someone much classier."

"How was I to know she would turn out to be a vindictive bitch." Rebekah replied bitingly.

"And last but not least, Damon." Aurora said, smoothing Y/N's H/C hair back from her face. Y/N tried jerking away from her touch, hurt in her eyes, but she couldn't get away. "But I think you already know about him and Elena."

Yes, that one was very obvious. Sure, they hadn't been together, but it was obvious that Damon and Elena had had chemistry, and that there was still a love between them, even if they didn't act on it.

"You might be pretty. . . in your own way." Aurora said with a smirk. "And I certainly know a handsome guy who went through the surgery as well and would love to have you, but you aren't Elena or Katherina's doppelganger either."

"Why, did you just call me handsome Aurora?" A third voice floated through and Klaus slumped in his seat.

Lucien Castle walked into the room. "Well hello there gorgeous." He winked at Y/N who raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

"And who are you?"

"You mean Klaus has never talked about me? His first sire?"

"Oh." Y/N said. "Logan. No wait. . . Leo! No. . ."

"It's Lucien." Lucien said bitingly.

"Found her." Freya's exhausted voice broke through the tense silence as everyone in the room had been listening to the video.

Our heads whipped around to face her. "She's in the Caribbean's. I have an exact location."

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Klaus growled, getting to his feet. "Let's go." 

⬅️➡️

[voltrontranscript]

VLDS4E3: Black Site

Season 4, Episode 03: Black Site

Transcript by @violethowler

Summary: “An internal struggle for power erupts within the Galra. Pidge returns to the castle with some precious cargo. The team gets a cow.”

[Google Doc]

Druid: “High Priestess. You’re needed.”

[Cut to an interrogation room.]

Druid: “Why hide the identity of those who attacked your base. Give us the information.”

Throk: “I’m telling you, it must have been Lotor.”

Druid: “He appears to have no ability to recall what happened.”

Haggar: “No one can completely wipe a memory away. There are always remnants buried deep within to claw out.”

Haggar: “Why would Prince Lotor attack a base when he could walk in and take whatever he desires?”

Throk: “I don’t know.”

Druid: “The prince was the one who banished him to the Ulippa system. He must be trying to stain Prince Lotor’s reputation.”

Haggar: “Perhaps. Continue the interrogation.”

[Scene change to Olkarion.]

Coran: “Scuse me. Coming through.”

Coran: “Just right in there. They’ll get you sorted out.”

Allura: “Is that the last of them, Coran?”

Coran: “That’s it. A few hundred more souls looking for a new home.”

Shiro: “A few hundred more soldiers in the fight against the Galra.”

Hunk: “Hey, Pidge is back!”

Pidge: “Hey, everybody. This is my brother, Matt.”

Matt: “Hey, everybody.”

Pidge: “Matt, this is Hunk, Lance, and Coran.”

Hunk: “Hey.”

Lance: “Nice to meet you.”

Coran: “Pleasure.”

Pidge: “And this is Princess Allura of Altea.”

Matt: “Whoooooa.”

Allura: “It is so wonderful to finally meet you, Matt.”

Matt: “Oh my goodness! You are so beautiful! It is my honor to meet you, Princess.”

Matt: “Shiro?”

Matt: “It’s so good to see you! Um, Sir.”

Shiro: “Pidge never gave up on finding you.”

Matt: “Yeah, she can be pretty stubborn at times.”

Shiro: “And I want you to know that all of us will help you find your father.”

Matt: “Thanks.”

Pidge: “Matt, this is the Castle of Lions.”

Matt: “Whoa. Nice ship.”

Pidge: “Let me take you on a tour!”

[Scene change to Galra central command.]

Haggar: “I am pleased to see you back on your throne again, sire. I’m afraid that Lotor has not taken his duties as heir to your empire seriously, my lord. Vast stretches of territory have fallen to Voltron and a growing group of insurgents.”

Zarkon: “Your decision to place him on the throne was ill-advised. But no matter. I am returned. It is time to relieve my wayward son of his duties.”

[Scene change to the Castle of Lions.]

Pidge: “This is where all the magic happens.

Matt: “Whoa. Impressive.”

Pidge: “This is where I sit.”

Matt: “Awesome!”

Pidge: “And this opens up, and that takes me to a speeder, and that loads into my lion.”

Pidge: “And this is where Allura stands. And then these little glow-y pillars rise up, and she uses Altean magic that links her to that crystal, and the crystal powers the ship and then she uses this thing called a Teludav to make wormholes.

Matt: “Ah!”

[Cut to the training deck.]

Pidge: “This is our training room. It has invisible walls and you can fight robots!”

[Cut to a hologram room.]

Pidge: “This is our cow.”

Matt: “How did you get—Whoa!”

[Cut to the kitchen.]

Pidge: “This is our kitchen! Here’s where the food goo comes out!”

Matt: “Hey, this is pretty goo-d.”

[Scene change to various shots of Pidge showing Matt around the castle before changing to the castle’s lounge.]

Pidge: “And this is the lounge. Y’know… Where we just hang. Just… Voltron paladins, hanging out.”

Hunk: “Hey, Hey! I made celebratory milkshakes for you two! Just a little welcome gift to Matt from me and Kaltenecker, no big deal.”

Hunk: “Fun fact about Alteans, they don’t get brain freeze. Coran and Allura just totally hoovered up their shakes in one slurp. Ah, I’ve uh- never seen anything like it before.”

Hunk: “So, like, what’ve you been doing since you got busted out of Galra prison?”

Matt: “I’ve been stationed at a listening outpost, monitoring Galra radio chatter.”

Hunk: “Are you serious? Then you should totally check out the Galra finder Pidge built. We used it to track down a Galra fleet and save a planet.”

Pidge: “Hunk made the locator that led us to the first Voltron Lion, and we just built an upgraded version of it to track Lotor.”

Matt: “Wow, Pidge. Dad would be so proud if he could see what you’ve done here.”

[Scene change to Lotor’s flagship]

Acxa: “My lord, we just received a message from central command. Emperor Zarkon requires your presence immediately.”

Lotor: “Very well. Prepare a ship.”

Ezor: “Do you think he’s onto us?”

Lotor: “No. My father is simply ready to return to the throne. He can have it. Our plans have not changed.”

Lotor: “Narti, come with me. The rest of you, continue to oversee construction. I will return shortly.”

[Scene change Kaltenecker’s room in the Castle of Lions.]

Allura: “Hello.”

Coran: “Hope we’re not interrupting.”

Allura: “I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced. I am Princess Allura, and this is Coran.”

Coran: “Pleasure.”

Coran: “Uh, quite lovely in here.”

Allura: “Rather.”

Coran: “Is this, uh… Well, how do you find living on the castle with us? Pleasant, I hope?”

Allura: “If there’s anything I can do to make your stay here more to your liking, please do not hesitate to ask.”

Coran: “It’s her ship, so…”

Coran: “We were actually just enjoying these milkshakes that you made for us.”

Allura: “Positively divine, really.”

Coran: “And to be honest, we were wondering…. Now, we don’t want to impose at all, of course. But… if it wouldn’t be too much …”

Allura: “Could we have some more, please?”

Allura: “Can he… understand us?”

Coran: “I think he’s been insulted. We’d best just back away.”

Coran: “Well, we’ll be off, now. Enjoy your… area.”

[Scene change to Galra central command]

Haggar: “Welcome, Prince Lotor. Please, follow me.”

[Cut to Zarkon’s throne room]

Lotor: “Father, it gives me such pleasure that you have made a full recovery. You look stronger than I’ve ever-“

Zarkon: “Silence. I did not bring you here to waste time with your flattery.”

Zarkon: “You are relieved of your position, effective immediately.”

Lotor: “Lord, I beg you. Do not discard me. Let me stay by your side.”

Zarkon: “Your short reign will be regarded as a black spot on the empire for years to come.”

Lotor: “Of course my efforts at ruling the universe seem feeble beside your inestimable accomplishments. But perhaps, if you were to train me, I could learn.”

Zarkon: “You are no longer needed.”

Lotor: “As you wish.”

Haggar: “Something is amiss with Lotor. I sensed a powerful energy on him when he entered. Something ancient.”

Zarkon: “He is no longer my concern.”

[Cut to Haggar watching Narti as she and Lotor depart from central command before cutting to them in Lotor’s ship as they fly through space].

Lotor: “Run the protocol to search for trackers.”

Lotor: “Transpose the dynamics and run that protocol again.”

Lotor: “You think you can fool me, witch?”

Lotor: “Destroy the bug.”

[Scene change to the Castle of Lions].

Matt: “This is a pretty sweet algorithm for locating Galra targets within a statistically acceptable margin of error. And I love that you color coded it. Because what are we, animals?”

Hunk: “You two are definitely related.”

Matt: “Hunk, using the Fraunhofer lines to track Voltron and then the comet? That’s genius!”

Hunk: “Oh, well. Yeah. I try.”

Matt: “They say that Fraunhofer was the greatest glassmaker in Europe. And that when he died, he took all his greatest recipes to the grave with him.”

Hunk: “I want a Fraunhofer glass.”

Matt: “So check this out. This is all the relevant data from my time with the rebels. I think if we plug this info into the setup you’ve got here, it might fill in the gaps. Then, we might just have the best anti-Galra intelligence mining operation in this or any other reality.”

Hunk: “This one time, we went to another reality. Pretty lame.”

Matt: “Wait. You what? You… Were in a different reality?”

Pidge: “No big deal.”

Matt: “My little sister.”

[Scene change to the castle’s video game room].

Lance: “C’mon.”

Coran: “Lance, could you assist us for a moment?”

Lance: “Not now!”

Coran: “Okay.”

Allura: “We were wondering if you could possible assist us in getting a milkshake.”

Coran: “We tried to negotiate some on our own, but we’ve run into a bit of difficulty with Kaltenecker.”

Lance: “Alright. Let’s go.”

[Cut to Kaltenecker’s area.]

Lance: “Well first off, Kaltenecker is a girl.”

Allura: “Oh, I see.”

Coran: “Apologies, madam.”

Lance: “Right. And she’s a cow, so she can’t understand you.”

Coran: “Okay, communication issues.”

Lance: “Also, she doesn’t make milkshakes, she needs to be milked. Let me show you. Watch and learn.”

Lance: “It’s so thick! It’s almost like a milkshake right now.”

Lance: “It’s not your fault, Kaltenecker. You’re a beautiful girl, and this is very natural.”

[Scene change to Lotor’s flagship.]

Ezor: “How’d it go? Are you fired?”

Lotor: “I’m afraid I was relieved of my command, yes.”

Acxa: “The second ship is complete and ready for testing. The sentries are just making some final adjustments.”

Lotor: “Excellent.”

[Cut to Haggar’s lab at central command.]

Acxa: “Sixty percent of the comet’s material has been used in the production of the first two ships my lord. We will have more than enough for the creation of the third.”

Lotor: “Well done, Acxa.”

Haggar: “No!”

[Cut to Zarkon’s throne room.]

Haggar: “My lord, somehow Lotor has gotten his hands on a trans-reality comet.”

Zarkon: “What?”

Haggar: “And worse, it appears he is building ships from the ore.”

Zarkon: “The only reason to keep them secret is to use them against the empire. But we will strike first. Mobilize the fleet! Hunt down Prince Lotor.”

[Scene change to the Castle of Lions.]

Matt: “I think we’ve just about got it.”

Matt: “Alright!”

Hunk: “Yes!”

Pidge: “Wow!”

Hunk: “This is unbelievable. We’re tracking Galra fleet movements almost live.”

Pidge: “I think I know a few tweaks we can do to extend our range.”

Matt: “Hold on, Pidge.”

Pidge: “What’s up?”

Matt: “It’s a scrambled message. I’ve collected hundreds of ‘em. I never crack ‘em.”

Pidge: “Let me see.”

Pidge: “I’m guessing this isn’t just a simple number for letter swap.”

Matt: “I’ve run these through every decryption technology I can think of. And I’ve spent days with just the numbers and a Galra language log. Nothing.”

Hunk: “Maybe they’re not words. Maybe they’re just numbers?”

Pidge: “Maybe… They’re a frequency…”

Matt: “A quantum signal that broadcasts other signals to go to? It’s too high. These are more than three thousand giga-hertz.”

Pidge: “Invert it.”

Matt: “What?”

Pidge: “For every wave we receive there’s only partial transmittance, right?”

Hunk: “Oh! Right, yeah! So we figure the transmission coefficient…”

Matt: “And tune for the frequency of the reflected wave!”

Matt: “Alright!”

Pidge: “Woohoo! Yeah!”

Galra Officer: “Members of the Seventh, Eighth, Eleventh, Twelfth, and Fourteenth fleets, assemble to rally point Troxlite immediately. Engage target at coordinates in next transmission. By order of Emperor Zarkon.”

Hunk: “Zarkon is alive?”

Pidge: “Guys, look at this.”

Matt: “I’ve never seen troop mobilization on this level before.”

Hunk: “What are they attacking?”

Pidge: “That’s just it. As far as I can tell, nothing. There are no planets, no rebel ships, no Blade of Marmora bases, nothing.”

[Cut to the bridge.]

Allura: “Whoever they’re attacking, we have to help them!”

Shiro: “I don’t like it. We should be gathering intelligence, not diving into a fight without knowing why. Especially now that we know that Zarkon is alive.”

Pidge: “We could go check it out.”

Lance: “I think they’d probably notice us.”

Pidge: “Not if we’re cloaked.”

Matt: “You have cloaking? Who are you!?”

Shiro: “I’m not sure it’s safe for just the Green Lion.”

Pidge: “I’m pretty sure I can upgrade Voltron with cloaking. We could all go.”

Lance: “Were you just waiting for your big brother to show up before you rolled that one out?”

Pidge: “It’s something I’ve been working on for a while, but I can’t pilot the green lion and operate the cloaking at the same time. But if I had a co-pilot…”

Matt: “Absolutely!”

Shiro: “Let’s get to the lines.”

[Scene change to Lotor’s flagship.]

Lotor: “What’s happening?”

Zethrid: “A Galra fleet is attacking us!”

Lotor: “Return fire!”

Zethrid: “Wait. There’s another fleet! And another one! We can’t hold them all off!”

[Cut to the ship’s hangar.]

Lotor: “Prepare the Sincline ships for takeoff. Load the comet into mine. We’re leaving!”

[Cut to outside the ship.]

Shiro: We’re getting close. Everyone, get ready.”

Pidge: “Go ahead. Run the cloaking subroutine.”

Matt: “Got it. Initializing cloak. I’m not sure how long we can keep this up.”

Allura: “Alright. Let’s see who the Galra are attacking.”

Lance: “What the cheese? It’s Galra on Galra violence. Again!”

Hunk: “Oh, these people just do not like each other.”

[Cut back to inside Lotor’s flagship.]

Lotor: “Divert all power to defenses. Hold the attack off until we’re away. Then, scuttle the ship.”

Acxa: “How did they find us?”

Zethrid: “We must have been tracked.”

[Cut back to outside the ship.]

Pidge: “Whose ships are those?”

Allura: “It’s Lotor.”

Shiro: “Lotor and Zarkon must be battling for control of the empire.”

Hunk: “Guys, those ships are getting awfully close.”

Matt: “Uh oh. The trails from Lotor’s ship drives messed with our cloaking spectrum.”

Pidge: Can you find a workaround?”

Shiro: “It’s too late. Our cover’s been blow. We may need to engage!”

Shiro: “Hunk, use your Bayard!”

Hunk: “You got it.”

Shiro: “Alright, that’ll hold them. Let’s get out of here.”

[Cut to inside the Sincline ships.]

Acxa: “Sir, we’re picking up a transmission.”

[Cut to Zarkon’s flagship and change between shots of various characters listening and reacting to Zarkon’s broadcast.]

Zarkon: “Attention citizens of the Galra empire. From this day forward, my son Lotor is to be regarded as a fugitive criminal of the empire. All citizens are authorized to use deadly force to stop him or any of his soldiers. I repeat, Prince Lotor is an enemy of the state. Engage with extreme prejudice. Kill on sight.”

End.

[caveofwanderers]

BLAZBLUE OC SQUAD, MY BELOVED! Alright, for the entire Maragi family; if they were given Arcade routes in any of the games... who would their story encounters be??? ((Big ask, so feel free to break up answer as needed ❤))

Considering I went on a tangent before w/ his Act 1, I'll start with the siblings' respective Act 1's, before getting to Act 2 +3 for them and Mason!

Act 1: Phantom of Labyrinth

Matt and Caliber's respective act 1's do start at stage 3 with them dueling each other. Both of them surmise that through phenomena intervention, they both were sent to the past with no idea when they were sent. After they spar, they both proceed to split up and get an idea of where they are/what they can do.

This is where their paths diverge, as Matt decides to pursue outliers that might not be connected to their background/heritage. Having run into Lambda. Lambda almost confuses him for Ragna (due to his Azure), but understandably is corrected. Before long, they're at a standstill. Kokonoe chimes in and asks Lambda what is even happening, before trying to question Matt (who she believes is his father Mason) for why he's attacking Lambda.

Amidst the confusion, Matt tries to ask where, or more accurately 'when' they are, but their conversation is interrupted when Tsubaki enters the scene. Matt offers to buy Lambda (and Kokonoe) time to escape as he holds off Tsubaki. Before long, as he's on the backfoot, Tsubaki's called away by urgent matters regarding Ragna.

Post-Stage 7 Scene Excerpt

"So what's your story, you said when when you asked where we were." "I'm... This is gonna be convoluted but, I'm from the future." "The future huh? Just stand back if this isn't your time, butterfly effect is still one hell of a bitch."

Kokonoe, believing this to be an effect of the Embryo, does buy Matt's story, offering some assistance but insisting he stand down to avoid re-writing the timeline.

Before the conversation continued, the signal dies as Matt's warped to Nine's domain. Deeming him and his sister both 'a light flung from the furthest future', and thus an unforeseen possibility in the grand scheme of things, before beckoning him to fight.

Afterwards, the fight's surprisingly still going. Matt wields an azure much different than the grimoire Ragna has, finding it curious. Matt scoffs, based on its origins compared to the true Azure Grimoire. Desiring nothing but the mere power to protect what is precious to him. Which leads to Nine's usual challenge of 'face Izanami for your wish'

As for Caliber's Act 1, after departing from her brother. Caliber decided to take the more straightforward 'fight hard and punch through every wall' approach. She's a headstrong one as her second encounter would lead to facing Rachel, who had taken notice of the unknown 'actors' upon the stage.

Caliber would take that as a compliment, before noting that if she knows her stuff, she could possibly help them find a way home, right? Of course, Rachel's none too shy to be herself about it, deeming it unwise for an observer to interfere in a future-dweller's affairs. Offering a battle in lieu of conversation.

However, Caliber is spotted by Naoto Kurogane, who believes it was a whole misunderstanding given he was dealing with trying to find Raquel. Rachel quickly disappears before answering any questions, and the two clash. Surprisingly, Naoto is on the backfoot as Caliber's able to claim the advantage.

Post-Stage 7 Cutscene Excerpt

"Wait, you're not from this world?" "And you're from the future?!" "...Honestly this was not what I expected today."

Caliber and Naoto surprisingly make fast friends of each other based on their respective circumstances before they depart. Though phenomena intervention has second thoughts as Caliber gets dragged to Nine's domain.

Caliber is the first of the Maragi trio to recognize Nine for who she is, which impresses the sage. But comments that flattery won't get her going without a fight.

Post-Stage 8 Excerpt

"My only desire is to fight not to defeat the strong, but defend the helpless. I'm not so bullheaded to let myself be consumed by that." "If that is your desire, then do as I told your brother, face Izanami before the day of reckoning."

The idea that Matt had fought her before Caliber was a surprise to the elder sibling. Opting to make a note to find him and discuss what they know.

[charlie-fabray]

Charlie made his way to Matt’s room with a smile. He had a new plant for him and was excited to be spending the night with his big brother. Even being at the same school there was precious little time to just relax and talk the way he was hoping they would get to tonight. No pressure around events or assignments or trips or anything like that. He knocked and didn’t kneel or anything of the like. Not that he would ever disrespect his brother’s mark, but it just felt wrong and unnecessary right then. He was just Charlie and Matt was just Matt. No marks and no expectations. 

@matt-fabray

[augment-techs]

Ruby and Blush for OC ask game + any character(s) that speak to you :)

....okay, I'm just gonna step outside of the Coinless Universe for a small moment, since I'm working on ot3 Matt/Skull/Billy and need a reason to focus on this particular headspace for a spell.

RUBY:

Matt: In the grand scheme of things, while Matt often presents as wrongheaded or entirely focused on what he's doing and feeling at any given time, his heart and protective instincts will always encompass two things in a crisis. The first is his family--especially his little sister, who knew something was off much the way Zack did when Matt was replaced with a Putty, and got him through the worst of his dissociation when he got back from the moon. The second are his friends that also happen to be, through some true kind of life being stranger than fiction type fuckery, his lovers. While he might have been friends with Billy first, and his brain finds him the most valuable in a warzone or a place and time where he has no idea what he's doing, his instincts (be it his own, or the Green Dragon baked into his bones from the Power) tell him that Skull is the most precious...probably because he's seen him naked and almost has an aneurysm if he so much as trips or runs into a door. Or stick him into a bundle of blankets in a closet nine times out of ten.

Billy: The most valuable thing in the universe, to Billy, of course, will always be intellect and ingenuity. He's a Blue Ranger, and has been since he was just starting the way into proper puberty (thanks for that Zordon; not like that's going to cause issues down the line, but whatever) and was led into believing this even more so when he started working with Grace and Terona as something of a missing balance that the two have needed since their one and only time in Ranger suits. But the most precious thing is his team. It makes him feel a little ashamed when and if he has to say it out loud, but it's part and parcel of becoming a Ranger so young. When a problem hits the earth, be it by monsters, catastrophe, weather assaults, or aliens, his first thoughts always lead to his team, contacting them, constructing line of sight, making sure they're on the same level to get things done. And only after that does he think of his parents, then his lovers, then his other friends, then his colleagues. And it makes him feel like shit, but both Matt and Skull have assured him that it's okay. It's who he is and how can they hate a part of him when they love the whole of him?

Skull: His family have basically hated him since the day his was born (his brother tried, but he had his own problems and only sort of kind of vaguely cared about the little shrimp in that kind of way in that they're brothers and so he has to) and most teachers and authority figures in his life tend to forget about him as soon as he's out of sight. In the beginning, when he was finding his place into being a person without also being as big of an asshole as his father or a snake like his mother or just kind of unpleasant like his brother, he thought the most valuable thing in the world was being friends with Billy. Not just because he was a great guy, but because he didn't seem to know that Skull was poor white trash and not at all worth his time. The Cranstons were nice to him and Skull appreciated Billy and his family for the soft feeling they produced in his chest from day one. But then Billy branched out to other kids, though camp, through school, through connections with people that could bring him up in the world, and that went away and brought in this look and the way he began acting around Skull that spoke of shame and embarrassment and leaving him behind without realizing he was even doing anything wrong. Bulk's friendship became the most valuable thing given that he found the scrawny, abandoned little thing and picked up the pieces, while also sort of teaching Billy a lesson in bullying him, most often when Billy and Skull had an interaction that he didn't like or when Billy seemed to be getting too big for his britches. Which, while wrong, did actually do kind of a good job of teaching Skull not to let people get away with believing they were better than him just because of his background, and kind of gave Billy a lesson in hubris. Bulk becoming something to believe in, valuable like a family god or patron saint.

But the most precious thing to Skull is the safety of those he considers to be a part of his life that he wouldn't want to lose. As he gets older and the attacks on Angel Grove continue on and on and on, monsters and aliens and false friends and friends turned enemies against their will, he cares significantly less about himself and more about the people that cared enough about him, even for a day, and their well-being. His own safety and health almost always take a backseat to that.

BLUSH:

Matt: Someone nearly touching his face. Someone training with him one on one, getting up close and personal, and seemingly not minding being in his personal space. Someone almost but not quite touching him when walking in a group, shoulders inches apart. It's not the touch itself that gets to him much; it's the space and moments between where he riles himself up. Like a lizard with cold blood sensing heat just out of touch.

Billy: When he realizes he's diverged entirely into intellectual tech-speak and yet, the person that has no technological awareness has stuck around just to give him a sort of fond look that promises that they were listening and paying attention and trying to keep up, but were obviously more interested in how excited Billy got than anything else. And also seeing someone's little often unseen slips of skin when they stretch too far and their shirt rides up, or they roll their shirt sleeves or ride up their pant legs to adjust socks. Like some Victorian maiden in a Jane Austen novel.

Skull: Anyone complimenting him in a way that is not obvious platitudes or sarcasm. He doesn't really think he's good at anything, so this follows very obviously from that. Also being fed. Just giving him food out of the blue for no reason.

[pdaliceliveblogs]

So that was a damn lie.

ANYWAY

Everything is in place for the final stretch now. Most of the Boiling Isles are out of commission. Lilith, Eda, and King have been quietly surviving and planning. Belos has squirmed his way into Raine’s body and making trouble. The kids plus Camila are in the Skull, right below the Collector’s palace.

And the Collector is about to throw one hell of a tantrum.

So much of this episode was very… Lord of the Flies. Kids without supervision, I mean, but then also with bad supervision. At Hexside, the sole present adult (though she was shamming as a student) manipulated her way into being the power behind the throne, using Boscha’s preexisting selfishness and violence and encouraging the worst in her, playing on her genuine fear and grief for her puppeteered teammates, helping her be her worst self. The rest of the kids, though, for the most part were just trying to survive. Fucking around selling tee shirts, making a damn statue of their principal. They’re not competent, they’re kids, but they’re trying. I liked that Matt got to step up while remaining an absolute dweeb. He can be both a decent leader and a dorkass who draws stubble on with a marker (to be more like his missing big brother).

Meanwhile, the Collector… the only adult they’ve had around for hundreds of years is Belos, who never really treated them like a child, but like a resource. On their own, now— or even with Odalia around, because she isn’t interested in being a guardian either— they’re off the rails. Like the kids at Hexside, like Boscha, he’s flailing, trying to be a kid, trying to have a good time, but because of how powerful he is he’s doing a lot more damage than Boscha just being a shitty student council president.

He’s caused real, lasting harm. He didn’t mean to. He still did. Both of these things are true. I love him. That’s very true.

I’m sad that we had that moment of “perfectly eavesdropping on just the bit that will make things sound bad”; that’s a kind of contrived coincidence that annoys me. They were really tight on time, I know, but sigh. It’s not enough to override how good the rest of the episode is, but sigh.

I’m terrified for Raine. I know several times now we’ve expected them to come out of something hideously scarred and traumatized and they’ve sidestepped, but I feel like their narrative luck is running out. I don’t think the show would kill them off (KNOCK WOOD) but I do think they’re not coming out of this unscathed.

Trivial things— I still love the idea of Lily and Eda sharing an arm, tossing it back and forth when somebody needs two hands for something. I’m sad about their hair getting cut off, but at least in Eda’s case it makes sense; I was brushing out my hair like a day after watching the ep and noticed how much I was using both hands and was like “…oh”.

Stringbean is precious and I adore her. Alador is still unaccounted for, and the concept art that showed Kiki wearing his goggles makes me very worried for him. Steve is also missing, and if he gets to actually hang out with his little bro on camera I will be so happy. I need, need the Coven Heads to wake up. Especially Darius. Yeah, I know, I’m predictable, but goop man really grew on me and I want to see him complain about the playskool-ass outfit the Collector put him in.

I am overly amused by the idea of Eda seeing Raine up and about, tackle-hugging and kissing them, and Belos just YEETING himself out of their body like EEW WITCH TONGUE

Camila is going to be vital. I do think she’s going to be the one to really get through to the Collector. Old-school Trekker and the star child.

I’d love to see the kids reunite with their parents, I’d love to see Hunter get to attend Hexside, I’d love to see Raine and Eda actually talk about things, any and all Lilith Presence we get will delight me.

I’m a little terrified that it’s going to be over so soon.

It’s gonna be great, though.

[darkmatter-nebula]

Colli plays paint ball with his siblings and friends

Greetings! Thank you for the request!

I apologize for not writing it earlier, my dear anon. I had a very... eventful day.

Drabble: Paintball

It was a sunny day on the Boiling Isles as a certain small starboy with otherwordly fluffy lavender hair and a heart of gold, along with his beloved big siblings and his friends, played the Demon Realm version of paintball.

Colli had a bright smile on his adorable multi-colored face the whole time. Hunter was determined to protect his beloved little brother at any cost. The young Grimwalker's magenta eyes were filled with endless love and adoration for him.

King, Luz, Vee, Gus, Willow, Amity, Emira, Edric, Steve, Matt, Viney, Skara, Boscha, Jerbo and Barcus knew how much Colli and Hunter loved and adored each other. The girls were cooing about their unbreakable bond and unconditional brotherly love.

As for the boys, they couldn't help but smile as Hunter took softly Colli's small hand. The kindhearted eternal little boy happily intertwined his fingers with Hunter's. The blonde boy kissed lovingly Colli's freckled cheek.

As soon as Edric was about to shoot Hunter with paint, Colli used his magic to create an barrier around his precious big brother. The immortal celestial boy was just as protective of Hunter as the former Golden Guard was of him.

The End

[phone4pills]

HERE LITTLE HEART dad!Chris x busy!Reader

illness, no smut, mostly Chris and the kid

Chris pulled the thermometer out of your daughter’s mouth while you sat on the edge of her bed, stroking her face and moving her hair off her damp forehead. The corners of his lips dropped before he read out the temperature displayed on the title screen. “102°F.”

He glanced at his little girl in the bed as raspy breaths racked her throat, chest heaving and all. Her big eyes stared right back at those of her father, squinting to seek comfort in the aqua blue colour. But the dim lighting in the room made it harder for her make out the familiar colour.

Her little pout gave away everything about her situation. She clearly wasn’t feeling well. You’d been hoping against this, especially considering you had somewhere to be. Chris knew this and his eyes told you he wanted to speak to you.

The two of you left the room, standing just outside the doorway after giving your daughter some medicine and putting her to sleep. You rubbed your arm nervously, unsure what to do. But Chris’ lips found yours in a soft embrace to help you relax.

A few seconds passed and he pulled away, face still close to yours. “I’ll take care of her, ma. You should go do what y’need to.”

After you’d left, Chris got to some work on his laptop. He didn’t tell you that he had cancelled one of his meetings with his team because it wasn’t as important to him as taking care of his kid. And he despised seeing you worried, the way your breathing would pick up ever so slightly. Only enough for him to notice but it was there. The way your brows would furrow and ever sentence you’d say was a little faster.

Nervertheless, he did as much as he could do from home, making sure to stay in contact with his team and brothers. Because he was surrounded by so many trusted people, he knew they’d give him the day off if his daughter was the cost.

As he was typing away, Chris heard a shuffle from his little girl’s room. When he peered in that direction she had waddled down the hall into the living room where he was. Her hair was messy and her eyes were glossed over and puffy with tiredness. She had her stuffed toy in one hand, her blanket held in her underarm as she groaned and made her way over to her dad.

He smiled softly, reaching out to lift her onto his free lap. She huffed, letting her head fall on his chest. “M’sorry, flower.” He whispered, hating the sight of his little princess so ill.

Her warm breaths fanned over his shirt, soft hair rubbing against the fabric. He stroked her cheeks, kneading and caressing the chubby skin. She was like a doll, so young and precious. The girl was still pretty warm in his arms, Chris couldn’t do much about that considering she’d already taken medicine by he felt upset.

After dozing off in his embrace, she slept peacefully with her dad. Chris had to join a FaceTime with his brothers to talk about upcoming videos. When he joined, he lowered the volume on his phone.

Matt and Nick instantly noticed the kid laying on his and grinned. “Is she asleep?” Nick pondered. Chris gave a quick nod, glancing at his baby girl. The pink flush in her face made her look adorable, as much as it meant she wasn’t doing so good. “Poor girl.” Matt said, offering to call back later afterwards. Chris decided it was a good idea and left the call.

He sighed, staring down, wondering what he was going to do with the child on his lap. He slowly stood up, holding her under the knees and behind her back. Chris walked into your shared bedroom and untucked the blanket, laying her on the cushioned mattress. Immediately, she sunk into the thick bed.

After turning the light off, Chris got in the bed next to her, positioning the minuscule body ontop of his so her vanilla-scented curls tickled his neck ever so slightly and her little heart beat against his own. A little faster, but almost synced. Before he knew it, he dozed off.

When you got home from your errands, you were as quiet as possible, looking around for your husband. Finding him all cozied up with your creation warmed your heart as you made your way around to their side of the bed and kissed both of them on the head.

Then you made sure they were tucked in properly and took a quick picture on your phone, starting on dinner in the kitchen shortly after.

Another dad!Chris fic. These Chris fics are coming like Uber Eats because this app needs to know my man the way I know him. How some of you guys fuck with my shitty Matt fics more than this kind of this is beyond me, but anyways… Go to my MASTERLIST and give Chris some love!

- ©phone4pills

[sweetdreamsjeff]

Jeff Buckley: Mystery White Boy (Columbia)

Dave DiMartino, MOJO, June 2000

Posthumous collection of live tracks culled from the singer's '95-'96 Mystery White Boy tour. Released in tandem with 1995 concert video filmed in Chicago.

MYSTERY WHITE BOY is by no means too little, but it is very much too late. A live package bearing the air of intent – to capture a young artist just beginning his too-brief flight, to cement a late singer's reputation as one of the last decade's potential artistic giants, may be both – it too often displays what is simply not there. And that, sad to say, would be a talent as large and far-reaching as his father's.

It's embarrassing to admit, but my sole encounter with the son of Tim Buckley did not showcase me at my most critically acute: midway through his set, in a small theatre in Hollywood, I sat watching him sing most of the songs from Grace and – well, there's no other way to put it – I fell asleep. As one whose profession has involuntarily placed him in auditoriums watching full sets from the likes of Hootie & The Blow Fish, Krokus and Michael Bolton and never shutting a weary eye, I can only shrug and attempt to rationalise why. And I blame my lack of fervour regarding Jeff Buckley on a) my age and b) his genetics.

Genetics first, please. Though precious few escape it – Rufus Wainwright alone comes to mind at the moment – there is an infamous tradition of which Frank Sinatra Jr, Julian Lennon and a growing army of newcomers like Chris Stills are painfully aware: singing sons sound like singing fathers. And while there are indeed patches on Mystery White Boy where Buckley's aggressive yelping sounds less like his father's and more like a cross between Robert Plant's and (God help him) Perry Farrell's, these sections come less often than they would have to signify any sort of unique vocal talent. Midway through album opener 'Dream Brother' one can hear such a yelp, and it momentarily startles – until one thinks a) he would've ruined his voice if he kept singing like that, and b) his father did this sort of thing so much less self-consciously on Starsailor. Even more troublesome for one apparently intent on not following his father's footsteps: the song itself must of course be related to 'Dream Letter', Tim Buckley's extremely moving Happy/Sad track – addressed to a former lover regarding the son they conceived that he would rarely see.

What I remember most from that night in my plush chair in Hollywood was watching a young man conspicuously caught between the clichéd rock and a hard place. When he sang in his natural, high voice, he could not help but sound like the fresh-faced father-to-be who recorded the likes of 'I Can't See You' and 'Aren't You The Girl' in 1966. And when he attempted the vocalese at which his father excelled, perhaps more than any other pop singer of his generation, he was too nasal, lacking the deep bass that would make such songs as 'Lorca' so eerie, sounding forced and not quite there when trying for the chimplike vocal acrobatics that seared throughout Starsailor.

Much of what I saw then is what I hear now on Mystery White Boy,though it must be said that the bands sounds better than I recall – guitarist/ producer Michael Tighe burns throughout, thankfully (for Buckley's sake, if not ours) not sounding like Tim Buckley's long-time cohort Lee Underwood, while the rhythm section of bassist Mick Grandahl and drummer Matt Johnson provides thump-solid bottom on nearly every song. Still, rather than displaying a young singer at the height of his powers, most of this album focuses your attention elsewhere – via the cover versions, on better writers like Leonard Cohen, Big Star or Morrissey/Marr. Not to mention 'The Man That Got Away', once sung by Judy Garland – whose singing daughter, need I add, is not irrelevant here either. And were it possible to forget that Jeff Buckley's father ever existed, such songs as the newly unveiled 'What Will You Say' bear lyrics that make forgetting exceedingly difficult: "Father, do you hear me? Do you know me? Do you even care?"

In the end, fully enjoying the art of Jeff Buckley may simply be a matter of age. Those who have never enjoyed the legacy of his father – never watched his career soar, crash and burn, in real time and not via a stack of CD reissues – can hear the younger singer in ways in which I will never be able. Which is not a bad thing. Because, frankly, along time ago, if someone had pulled out a copy of Fred Neil's Sessions and played it for me, maybe I wouldn't have spent that better part of my adolescence raving about the unadulterated genius and uniqueness of Tim Buckley. And maybe, once again, I would have missed something.

© Dave DiMartino, 2000

[whatsonmedia]

Thursday Thrills: Summer Festival Extravaganza Starts Today!

July is here, and the festival season is in full swing! From music festivals to food festivals to cultural celebrations, there's something for everyone to enjoy this month. So step out into the sunshine, embrace the warm weather, and let the magic of July take you on a journey of discovery. Big Love Festival 14 – 16 July Big Love Festival is an independent music festival held in the beautiful hills of the Welsh Valleys. The festival is known for its eclectic lineup of live dance music, woodland discos, circus & cabaret, and street food. This year's lineup features some of the biggest names in electronic music, including DJ Marky ft LowQui, DJ Yoda, A-Skillz, The Orb, The Skints, and CVC. There will also be performances from Mad Apple Circus, Midnight Zu, Johnny Cage & The Voodoo Groove, Katalyst b2b Ransom, Natty Lou, Double A Side, Gene On Earth, Marc Parsons, Matt Owen, Tom Auton & Bottlebreakers, and Banshi. In addition to the music, Big Love Festival also offers a variety of other activities, such as yoga, workshops, and a silent disco. There is also a dedicated children's area, making Big Love Festival a great family-friendly event. If you're looking for a weekend of independent music, love, and laughter, then Big Love Festival is the perfect place for you. Tickets are on sale now, so don't miss out!Tickets & More Info> biglovefestival.co.uk Funk Up The Farm 14 – 17 July Back to the Future is a 3-day drum & bass rave festival in Kentisbury, North Devon. With a capacity of just 1,000 people, it's a small festival with a big heart. The lineup is stacked with some of the biggest names in the scene, and there will be no massive queues or walking for miles. Just three days of pure unadulterated rave. In addition to the music, Back to the Future will also have a variety of other activities, such as workshops, yoga, and a silent disco. There will also be a dedicated children's area, making Back to the Future a great family-friendly event. So if you're looking for a weekend of dancing, fun, and good vibes, then Back to the Future is the festival for you. Tickets are on sale now, so don't miss out!Tickets & More Info> funkupthefarm.com Soul Sessions Festival 15 July Soul Sessions Festival is a one-day dance party in the beautiful surroundings of Colesdale Farm in Hertfordshire. The festival is family-friendly and features a lineup of over forty artists playing house, tribal/soulful house, amapiano, and UK garage. The lineup for this year's festival is incredible, featuring some of the biggest names in the soul scene, such as Booker T, David Bailey, Groove Assassin, Kismet, Mark Radford, Masterstepz, Neil Pierce, DJ Spoony, Supa D Feat Cold Steps, Sy Sez, Wookie, Angie B, Antony Ranz, Buzzard, Carlos Aries, CKP, Mc Fro, Gemini, Gavin Peters, Lady T, Love Precious, Missfly, N:Fostell, Knowledge, Noushii D, Nse, Onyx Stone, Owen James, Paul Fist Funk, Petchy, Petite, Pivotal The Wizard, Secret Agent, Mc Snoops, Solly Brown, Teaser, Terminal 4, Tippa, Ubiquity, Wesley Jay, Wigman, and Dj Zigz. If you're looking for a day of dancing, fun, and good vibes, then Soul Sessions Festival is the perfect place for you. Tickets are on sale now, so don't miss out! Tickets & More Info> wearesoulsessions.com Beat-Herder 13 – 16 July Beat-Herder Festival is a popular music festival held in the Ribble Valley, Lancashire, England. It has been running since 2006 and has grown in popularity over the years, with a capacity of over 20,000 people in 2023. The festival has a diverse lineup of music artists, including Alison Goldfrapp, Bad Boy Chiller Crew, Bcuc, Cloonee, Confidence Man, Sarah Story, Dub Pistols, Stanton Warriors, Eats Everything, Ewan Mcvicar, Friction, Gardna, Gerd Janson, Hannah Laing, Have Mercy Las Vegas, Horace Andy & The Dub Asante Band, Seb Fontaine, Tall Paul, John Haycock, Jungle Brothers, Lf System, Pendulum, Peter Hook & The Light, K-Klass, Mr. Scruff, Bad, Skream, State Of Satta, Venbee, Wilkinson, and many more. In addition to the music, Beat-Herder Festival also has a variety of other activities, such as workshops, circus performances, and a silent disco. There is also a dedicated children's area, making Beat-Herder Festival a great family-friendly event. If you're looking for a weekend of music, fun, and good vibes, then Beat-Herder Festival is the perfect place for you. Tickets are on sale now, so don't miss out! Tickets & More Info> beatherder.co.uk Read the full article

[lulupen2023]

Muse/Thor/Avengers crossover BellDom&Thoki Chapter I/?

Summary: What happens when the ' Knights of Cydonia ' meet the gods of Asgard? Let the delirium begin! Summary of the chapter: Thor decideds he must be on a mission and Loki starts his own

Disclaimer in the prologue

I apologise, in this part there’s very little about Muse , sowwy, but pleeease, trust me, from next part on Matt, Dom&Co will have a big, big role to play. As you wait for their appearance, I hope this part will amuse you anyway…

Chapter I A: (Un)Natural selection Asgard

“Are you sure of what you're doing, Loki?” Frigga asked him. She was taking him to a specific area of the castle, where something very precious and important was kept.

“I always am.” he asserted. “However, thank you for offering to come here with me... or is it because even you don’t trust me, mother... I mean, Queen?” he corrected himself in time.

“First, no more ‘Queen’ from you, ‘mother’ is still going more than fine.” Frigga smiled affectionately at the young God, stroking his hair. It was a gesture that she always did to calm him down.

Loki found himself smiling because of that confirmation. It was so important for him.

“Second, I totally trust in you. So, if you asked Odin to give yourself this opportunity, I know you will use it properly.” she said. “What I want to know, though, is what induces you to do this."

Motivations... Loki hadn’t had the slightest intention to provide a motivation. Motivation was not even the right word, what he needed was justification and he needed it quickly.

Fortunately, to think fast for the God of Chaos was never a problem.

"I... I want to get back at Thor, for what he did to me.” he explained, putting as much hardness in his voice as he could.

“You want to get back at him... by setting a great surprise birthday feast for him?” the Queen looked at him skeptically.

“Sure.”  the God of Mischief reasserted, quietly. “This will increase his sense of guilt. I mean, he came to Midgard to look for me, he fought with me, he allied with that realm to bring me back here and let me face my sentence. So I’m going to say goodbye to him by giving him the feast of feasts. This will make him regret bitterly what he did to me and he’ll spend eternity hating himself for it. That's what I want!” he sneered.

- My child, you may be the God of Lies, but I do not believe a single word of what you’ve just said. I know there are much more noble intents to induce you to do so. - The wise and cunning Queen mused. She pretended to going along with him with a nod.

The time for chats was over, because they had reached their destination. Seeing Frigga, the guards bowed, and then stepped aside, allowing the Queen and her suspicious son entry.

Frigga took the briefcase. She knew very well what was inside it and handed it to Loki.

"So be it, fulfill your ‘revenge’, but act very carefully!” she stated, sending him a clear message with her gaze.

"Do not be afraid, there won’t be any mishaps.” the brunet assured. “By the way, I believe that you and Odin will have to offer me additional help. When Thor notices my absence... "

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"Escaped?! What do you mean Loki has escaped?” Thor asked, in the presence of his parents.

“I’ve underestimated your brother, I should have never agreed to discuss it privately with him, not when he was still with all his powers. It took him only a second to start his attack, although minimal, and run away, disappearing before my guards could reach him.” Odin revealed.

"You must not blame yourself, father, you had done the right thing. Truth is that Loki has no scruple at all. But fear not, I will find him, as I have already found him other times.” Thor swore, ready to go.

“No, Thor!” Odin stopped him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Do not do it. You still do not understand, do you? Loki has mostly run away from you and you are the last person he would want to see.” he explained.

"Being captured by you is something that your brother’s ego could not handle, it was a humiliation too big for him to bear it. “ Frigga said. "I guess he’d prefer to escape and be captured and brought here again, but by the guards."

Hearing that news, Thor’s sapphire eyes widened in dismay.

- Oh no, Loki will never forgive me for the fact that I brought him back here, it's all my fault, because of my selfishness. I wanted to keep him locked within our own walls, but close to me, rather than setting him free, but far away from me. - the prince blamed himself.

“As a matter of fact, all of my most valiant and capable guards are already probing every Kingdom, your intervention is almost useless, not to mention that it would be counterproductive." the King brought him back to the present.

"I don’t care, I have to try anyway. I have to find Loki, I need to speak with him, I have to...” the God of Thunder announced.  He had already called to himself his trusty Mjolnir and was already rotating it, ready to fly.

“Stubborn! Do as you please, but for sure you will not find Loki in Midgard. Your brother would never be so stupid to go back to the place where he has been defeated.” the King informed him.

"I had already thought about that. I won’t search around Midgard.” the blond replied.

“And if you really want to go, at least be sure that you’ll return in seven days, it's your birthday.” Frigga reminded him.

Thor looked at her grimly, but she was his mother, he had to treat her with all the proper respect.

“Mother, I honestly cannot find any reason to celebrate...” he muttered.

“You will do as I say!” Frigga summoned him, with such an authority and a glacial look that both the King and the prince were stunned.

“So be it! I'll be back in time, but now I have an important mission that awaits me!” Thor gave his word, before flying out of the castle, away from the realm.

"Everything went according to plans.” the Queen smiled at her husband.

"Oh yes, my beloved. Now we just have to hope that Loki will really keep his word."

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Midgard

Thanks to the Tesseract, Loki hadn’t any trouble reaching Midgard the morning after. He landed in an isolated place. First of all, in order to find the people whom he had come for, he needed to regain possession of an important object that was his. He knew very well where it was guarded.

With an agile leap, Loki left the Stark Tower just after the alarm, clutching in his hands his craved trophy.

Hearing that alarm, Tony Stark ran there as fast as he could, but the intruder had already vanished, managing to evade all its surveillance devices. Something that was practically impossible for any human being.

Tony began to think that he didn’t have to deal with human entities just when he realised what was missing in the room: the showcase that held the scepter was empty. That scepter used by Loki during his attempt to conquer Earth. At the same time, it was the same scepter used by Natasha to close the infamous portal.

The most surprising thing was that inside the showcase there was also a note written hastily, though with elegant calligraphy.

“'I swear that I will bring it back.'“ Tony read aloud “'And for once, trust me, I do not project to rule over any Kingdom. I hold you with the same affection of a boot stomping on an ant. Loki’"

"Sir, do you want me to get in touch with the other Avengers?” the electronic voice of Jarvis said.

His master, genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist, shook his head.

"Nope, let's trust Reindeer Games and if he lied to me and I have to intervene, I’m not going to deny myself the pleasure of dealing with him on my own. You know, Jarvis, you can’t forgive so easily someone who throws you out of your own home!” the man muttered.

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Once he completed his task in New York without any further hitches, Loki had landed in London, adopting his usual Midgardian clothes of distinct elegance.

He had done much research, he knew that what he was looking for was there and he also knew how to get it. Or rather them. It was in the nearby of the recording studio, only a few more blocks and...

“Tom?” exclaimed a girl, walking towards him with a disturbing grin.

“I beg your pardon? What did you say, young lady?” the God addressed her politely, but a little dazed.

"You're Tom Hiddleston or his identical twin!” the girl stated, calling her friends around her.

"Oh my God, you're right, it's him. Hello, Tom!” the second girl said, waving her hand in front of his eyes, excited, while the third friend confined herself to contemplating him in respectful silence.

"I do not know who you are looking for, but I would happen to be rather busy at the moment.” Loki tried to wriggle free.

“We know who you are, don’t you dare deceive us, you also have the clothes you wore in Stuttgart!” the second girl countered.

“Were you in Stuttgart?” the beautiful God’s eyes lit up. He always loved recalling the most glorious moments.

The girl stared at him, puzzled.

"No I wasn’t there, I wasn’t any of the minor characters, of course, but I saw it, just like everyone did!"

The three friends were staring at him, feeling more and more concerned and preferring not to answer.

“Come on, Tom, I understand that you are here for the shoots, probably, but don’t you even have the time for a signature?” the first girl ventured, handing to him a pen and her open diary.

Confused, Loki realised what she wanted and decided to please her, by putting the desired autograph on it.

"Oh my God! Look, he has signed it with ‘Loki’!” she exulted, showing the page to the others.

“Well, it seems obvious to me, I am Loki, of Asgard, burdened with glorious purposes!” he pointed out, proudly.

“Oh, sure, you're Loki!” the second girl decided to play his game. “Will you sign also my diary, pretty please?” she asked.

"And my notebook, too!” even the third friend decided to speak.

Needless to say, Loki loved all that notoriety.

"Come on, Loki; give us a sneak preview of 'Thor 2’. What is going to happen? Will you play an important role in this movie, too?” the girl who had been the most taciturn until then flooded him with questions.

“What is 'Thor 2'?” he asked them, surprised.

“Yeah, okay, you’re right. My mistake. Sorry, I don’t remember the exact title of the film, but did you understand it, right? I mean the sequel to 'Thor', the movie where you found out that you’ve been adopted, you become the King of your Kingdom, you punish Thor and he’s banned from the Asgard... okay, not in this order, but... you got me!” the first girl explained.

Loki listened to her with growing interest.

- I do not understand... the Midgardians have made a movie about what really happened in our Kingdom, and here? So maybe... -

“And, let me guess, there was also that movie where I wanted to conquer Midgard, right?"

"The Avengers! Of course there is! Oh, my God! You have no idea how I loved that movie, I went to see it five times!” his interlocutor replied, puffed up with pride.

“I saw it in 3D, then I bought both DVD and blue-ray!” the second girl informed him. Well, to Loki it was almost as if she were speaking the language of Bilchsteims.

“I have only seen the movie twice, but I bought the DVD!” the third friend timidly informed him.

“And now they are also preparing for 'Thor 2', you say... right? So Thor, that presumptuous, good for nothing, ignorant, pathetic excuse of a God, has even two movies named in his honor! I find it deeply unfair; the first two movies were focused on me! They should have been named 'Loki' and ‘Loki vs. Avengers’!”  He muttered indignantly.

"I couldn’t agree more!” his admirers cheered up in unison.

“So why don’t you give us some spoilers?” the first fan tried again.

Loki tilted his head, staring at her in confusion.

"Uh! No, I’m not going to harm you in any way, do not be afraid.” the Asgardian felt compelled to reassure them, making a mental note to find out what kind of fearsome weapon a spoiler could be.

“But now I have to go, ladies, I have an important mission that cannot wait any longer!” Loki waved his goodbye to them and left.

“Wow, Tom is such a phenomenal actor! He can get into his characters so damn well that he can make them seem so real!” the three friends commented together, ecstatic, as they watched him walk away.

Finally, Loki arrived to the destined place, aka the recording studio. A strange calm seemed to reign over there, beyond the occasional fans who were already standing at the gates.

"Maybe it's still early.”  he thought aloud, avoiding the more crowded side and opting for the other entrance.

Hearing the sound of thundering footsteps, Tom Kirk got up from his desk.

It couldn’t be Matthew, Dominic or Chris. They wouldn’t have showed up before mid-morning. And he was aware of the impeccable job the security guard was doing, monitoring both the entrances.

That’s why he was surprised when he found himself face to face with Loki.

"Hey! How did you get here?” the media manager questioned him.

“Let's say I have a strong influence on people, especially those that hinder me.” the God sneered.

“Well, given that you aren’t allowed to enter, if you want to meet Muse it’s still too early, and there’s still no-"

"I do not want to meet them. I want them to play at the feast that I'm planning!” Loki asserted. “And I suppose that I should ask these things of you. Are you their manager?” he wondered.

“Well, not really, we are a compact team and...” Tom tried to explain, even if he was already strutting around with pride.

“Well, is it you who takes this kind of decisions?” the other asked him, coldly.

“Yes, of course I do, I can do it. But it doesn’t work like this, you know, it’s much more complicated. Firstly you have to-"

“I do not like complicated things.” Loki interrupted him, with such calmness in his tone that it had something disquieting about it. “And I understand where you're going. What's this? Is it about money? Those funny colored, little sheets of paper with strange faces on them? I know how to create them, as much as you want!"

Tom frowned and glared at the stranger.

“What does that mean? Are you perhaps a money-maker? Look, if you don’t leave now, I'll call the police and...” he paused, watching him better. "But... wait, I know you. You are Tom Hiddleston!” he said with conviction.

Loki rolled his eyes in exasperation.

- Again that name! -

“You're wrong, you all are wrong! Why do you all keep calling me with that silly name? I am Loki, of Asgard! I came to Midgard for-"

Tom burst out into a hearty laugh, interrupting him.

“Dammit, dude! That character has driven you crazy, you should better see a good specialist! And anyway, if you want two tickets for the next concert in London, you don’t have to set this entire charade up!” he informed him. “However, I don’t understand why you hate your name so much. Tom is not horrible, it's a very good name, indeed!"

“What's your name?” the God interrogated him.

"Well... Tom!” the media manager chuckled.

Loki glared icily at him.

“Anyway, I would be grateful if you addressed me only with ‘Loki’. And no, I do not want tickets for a concert, I do not want to see your band play here, I want them to play for me, I'm setting a party up.” he repeated. “In six days, exactly."

“What? You just can’t, I'm sorry, but that night Muse already has an important charity event.” Tom tried to make the other desist, returning to his desk.

Loki realised that it was time to resort to the heavy way.

Tom winced when he saw him approach, holding that strange scepter.

“What... d-do you want to do to me?” he stammered agitated, trying uselessly to dial any number with his phone.

"You have heart...” Loki stated, putting down gently at the center of the human’s chest the tip of his scepter that lit up in blue, emitting weird sounds. “And even an agenda.” he smirked, looking at the desk.

For a moment Tom's eyes turned the same color of the light emitted by the scepter, then everything seemed to go back to normal, though perhaps something had changed...                                         

                                                  (End A)

Notes:

Well, expect a huge mess (and.. fun?? ) from next part on. I hope you like it so far , pleeeeease, let me know in any case ^^

[augment-techs]

Honestly, being real, I'm not at all surprised Jason hasn't had any kids to speak of (so far). ASJ's existence with the series has always been on shaky ground, so really, this is the safer option. Lauren: ...This makes me so uncomfortable. I know it's a double standard about age and gender and romance, but her flirting with him in Shattered Grid was so...weird... So him finding her and hooking up with her DESPITE seeing Skull's kid RIGHT THERE is big, big, biiiiig red flag. They're both Red's, so stupidity is rooted as a must in some areas, but OMG. I am for the kid breaking in and getting that Gold Coin, though. Let something good happen (keep him away from his parents, though). Melissa: I am actually all for this. That episode and subsequent aftermath was short and sweet, but Jason IS actually becoming fluent in ASL through the comics, and I could see him being a good husband and father to Melissa and Kensy ^^ Rocky: 👍😌 Tommy: This should not surprise me about this kind of bullshit being their love language, but wtf? If I was Violet or David I would nuke their entire existence. BUT, thankfully, Jason is the bio and Celeste is all learned behavior. I can at least believe that these two idiots take care where it is absolutely necessary. Anything else is completely for their huge Ranger family and their own Ranger teams. Bulk: 👏👏💖✨ Trey: AAAAAAH, there's the kid with the anger issues~ Was waiting for this, and so happy that it's one of the alien children, too. I can easily see a princess with multiple bodies being out of sync herself and taking it out on other people, so Jason taking her to earth was the right call. Zack: BESTEST HUSBAND. Mr. Scott might be utterly worthless, but he's still Jason's dad, so Zack is a saint for waiting. Cleo and Valeria are both lovely little ditties and I found it very nice that you picked up one of the Dark Rangers in an effort to give her something to do. I like Valeria a little bit more than Cleo--boho goth admiring Edna Mode is all very well and good, but Irish breakdancer who works for tips feels...true to form. Billy: 👏👌👍✨ Skull: 🌱💖👏👏 Matt: 💕💗👌

Emily: I think this might be the most well thought out and considerate couple and family available as of yet. Emily is a good, solid option for keeping Jason the hell out of being a Ranger, Maya is a lovely configuration of wonderful big sister and universal Earth Mother. Rowan is very...clear. Concise. Knows what he is and what he wants. But Nathan is the best. Nathan is a fully fleshed out precious baby and I can EASILY see him as part of a Ranger team as a rare color or a part of the inevitable comedy/background duo. Or he'll be a Fran, which is just as good~ Trini: YES, good, give Minh a little brother and Jason two people to look after to be a person instead of a Ranger, GOOD.

Jason Lee Scott oc and au children and grandchildren

Jason's...fascinating. to put it mildly. I'd almost say his love interests have the same vibe as Billy Cranston's but with the added interest of it not being them trying to hide the actor's homosexuality. I don't know if it's just hard for people to think of a good and interesting way for him to play off someone or what but wow. There's something to be said about this.

Canon Children:

Currently none that we know of-which is actually WEIRD because he has a canon girlfriend/most likely wife. Emily. You'd think they'd give him a kid or two with her. Apparently not! so; none that we know of.

My OC Children of Jason Lee Scott:

Lauren Shiba;

The fun of reality hopping, is that time really doesn't matter much. They found each other during the Battle for the Grid, and bonded. When Jason got his memories back, he bided his time, but was intending to find her again, and give her back her memories, as well.

Eventually, he had his chance and took it. When he was able to get to his Lauren in her reality, she was living off the compound with Spike Skullovtich as her roommate. He was able to give her back her memories, and tried not to think too hard about the fact Spike is Skull's son.

They have a kid, who's currently living on the streets in a completely different reality. Eben Scott is sixteen and as far as he knows, his parents are dead. He's been very suspicious of power rangers his entire life, though would never go against them. He stays out of this reality's earth's team, but isn't above helping where possible. On the downlow, of course. By all accounts, Eben shouldn't exist. There was never a reality where this was supposed to happen, and Eben knows that better than anyone. He doesn't blame the rangers, exactly, but he does blame the grid itself for his parents deaths. The grid, and the Morphin Masters, who seem to be directly involved in it. Eben reasons that as long as he stays hidden, they can't erase him from existence.

Recently though, the gold ranger of the team he's become the self appointed baby sitter of has gotten grievously hurt, and Eben's this close to breaking into the headquarters and seeing if he's a good fit. He's willing to chance it for a group he's grown attached to, even if from a distance. Plucky, wary, creative, and far too comfortable with breaking laws, the biggest question if he does is will the team even accept him as a replacement.

Melissa (last name unknown);

Melissa was a deaf girl and friend of Kimberly who Jason became vey immediately taken with, learning sign language so he could better communicate with her. She was able to get away from one of Rita's monsters because she couldn't hear the music that entranced the other girls from the dance class Kimberly was running. When Melissa was able to get the rangers for help...she saw them transform. She never mentioned it to anyone, figuring Jason and the rest had a good reason to stay quiet about it. However when Jason went to become a Solar Ranger, Melissa let him know she knew. And made him promise he'd come back safely. There might not be much for him in Angel Grove, but she was there, and that had to count for something. When he came back, they got together

Their son, Mackenzie, "Kensy" Scott, is Deaf. Like his mom, he's fluent in sign language. Kensy is twenty nine years old. He's a red ranger, for the solar rangers team. Jason is constantly worried on behalf of his son, but Kensy has adapted. This works for him. Most hypnosis and mind control by sound monster's powers don't work on him. He 'hears' with his other senses like touch, such as feet and hands, as well as his suit adapting to his needs and strengths. Kensy's doing fine, and he's going to show everyone. He gets his parents are concerned, but it's okay. He's okay. He has everything down to an exact science. He can whistle. apparently loudly. He's practiced sounds enough to have a whistle system with his team. ASL is also great for stealth missions. He's dating his yellow, Starla. He's promised his parents he's not going to get in too deep or become unhealthy with this, and to remember to come home eventually.

Kensy keeps a book of recipes from wherever planet he spends at least a few days on. His current thought process is sell this and a biography about his life in space with his friends.

Rocky DeSantos;

Rocky said he thought Jason was cool and wished he could have gotten to know him better so was happy to be on the Zeo team with him. Here, this was meant fully romantically. It took Jason three months to Get It, and when Rocky was no longer blue and the rest of them became turbo rangers. When he was out of the hospital and Jason was mentally recovered from his ordeal at the hands of Divatox, they talked about everything. Slowly and awkwardly. How much Rocky admired Jason, how much he wished they could have been closer friends before Jason left, and Jason congratulating Rocky on being a good red ranger, and a great blue. His Blue.

They’re still active Zeo Rangers, though Jason slid back into red when Tommy got strong armed into retiring by his wife. Eventually, he’s going to give the legacy his youngest daughter, who in turn gives it to Tommy’s grandson, but for now… he and Rocky have it handled.

They have three kids and run a wrestling gym dojo combination. Victoria “V” DeSantos, aged 17, and Bess, aged 13. Kim offered to be the surrogate, as Aisha and Kat and Trini were busy with their own lives and had declined, and Kim was happy to help both times. Plus, Jason wanted the girls to not be bullied over being half siblings. Not that it matters. Nobody bullies the DeSantos sisters.

V isn’t a ranger, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t kicked seven kinds of ass of anything that makes the mistake that just because she looks effeminate must mean she’s not one of the toughest kids and town and took her kickboxing team at school to nationals twice in a row (three times if she can manage; she’s training hard for it). Not the sharpest tool in the box, but she gets there in the end. She’s got a heart of gold and a competitive streak a mile wide. She’s enthusiastic, cheeky, bur don’t get on her bad side. She might have a slow temper, this doesn’t make her a pushover. Can be intimidating with a smile. Don’t screw with her family. Especially on the holidays, Halloween, Christmas and valentines especially. That is family time and she will cause demons hospitalization. Thanksgiving’s fine though. But they have to bring a side dish and stay for dinner. This has made things interesting. She can be self centered and details focused, but she tries to think about others. While her dads are in charge, V is the benevolent queen bee of the house and keeps everything in line. Terrible with time and directions though, but that’s what her sister’s for. Not associated with a color.

Bess is less like Rocky, but she’s got all of Kim’s best qualities. Kind, compassionate, empathetic. She though, like Jason, tends to internalize and stew. Her goal is to beat all of Jason’s records he set in his teens. She doesn’t want to be the best, she just wants to prove to him she’s capable. And maybe a little bit want to be able to brag she’s better than her old man, but just a little. A bit jealous of her older sister. V has a long shadow it’s sometimes difficult to step out from under. Often explodes when she can’t get something perfectly the first time, but once she calms down she’s usually trying again. Definitely Jason’s favorite even if he doesn’t say so. She’s very good at directions and maps, and sense of time. She’s dependable and capable. She’s going to be the best one day, she’s gonna make sure of it. Will be Red when Jason’s finally forced to retire.

Tommy Oliver;

It started with a challenge, because for these two, it always starts with a challenge. Trying to out do the other in asking each other out, the date, and then the proposals. Because the one who can't top the last proposal has to say yes. because you can't one up a proposal if you're already married. So they've been engaged with no wedding date in sight for decades, going back and forth with proposals. Most everyone is amused, but their two kids are mostly Done with their dads. Travis Scott, aged 26, and Celeste Scott, aged 22, love their dads but cannot with either of them. Travis is a famous race car driver and a gold ranger, Celeste is going into mechanics with a focus on teaching, her goal being a shop teacher for highschool students and a red ranger, and they love their dads but everything is an eternal competition between Jason and Tommy, and it sometimes feel loving their kids is a competition, too.

Violet decided to help Jason and Tommy when they were looking at surrogacy, and was not amused by the fact they decided who the father would be with an arm wrestling match, best two out of three. Jason won. Violet insisted on naming the kid for them so it wouldn't turn into another contest. Jason and Tommy do love each other, but it's so hard for them to be anything but competitive. It's literally their love language. They do make a great team raising their kids, however, and Travis was a bit of a gearhead almost before he could walk, fascinated with cars and bikes and everything with wheels. His first (self chosen) halloween costume was the megazoid, made lovingly out of boxes, construction paper, paint, and paper mache. When he found out Tommy had been a race car driver when he and Jason were considering kids at all, well. His fate was sealed. He's got a rap sheet for illegal drag races, speeding, and a few other things. Jason had to take away the keys for a year while Tommy worked on getting Travis on board with the concept of "time and place" because while Tommy is dumb of ass and pure of heart, he does not fuck around with safety around mechanical objects. especially cars. Now, however, Travis is thriving. He is not on the same team as his sister, ironically while he hates how competitive his parents are, he and his sister are almost worse with their rival ranger teams. Travis is just like Tommy, but tends to have the same manner of dealing with feelings as Jason; bottling to the detriment of everyone around him. Intense, but well meaning. Strong willed and stubborn, but often gets into things on pure righteous fury, or out of a sense of competition or excitement. More than one person has asked him "how are you still alive".

Celeste was adopted in infancy a few years after Travis was born. Tommy has always liked the idea of adoption, and was always grateful for being adopted into the family he was. David threatened them both with their lives if they turned this into a competition, and watched them very very closely through every step. When she was two years old, Celeste stole Travis' toy car and he bopped her in the face to get it back. if you ask Jason, that's the moment the two became rivals. She's been a mild terror, taking apart most things she could get her hands on and later figuring out how to put them back together. The vacuum, the family car, she's just having fun. She also is a little bit of a know it all, especially over mechanical things, and will lecture to whoever listens, though the complexity tends to depend on who she's talking to. Her teammates? a good way to practice going over the subject with teenagers. Her parents? as indepth as she likes. Her brother? middle ground. He knows how cars work, but not how to fix in a pinch. She's become a red ranger because opportunity presented itself, and her brother's two towns over and she loves sending him selfies of her exploits. He's quickly gotten into it as well.

Farkas Bulkmeier;

When Jason came home to take care of his dad after his mom died, Bulk was there almost before Jason's friends were. He had Eugene in tow and they more or less gently bullied their way into getting him to accept help. When his dad finally died, miserable as ever, Bulk pulled Jason over to his place and they played video games and ate until they passed out in Bulk's bed. They have a mild competitive nature to their romance, and the little love affair surprised absolute nobody who took two seconds to think about it. They adopted two girls. Jason's a PE teacher at the highschool, while Bulk is the history teacher. Orla and McKenzie, aged fifteen and sixteen respectively, were adopted a couple years apart when they were in gradeschool.

Orla was originally from Stone Canyon, and Aisha knew her mom. They went to highschool together before she moved to Angel Grove, but they kept in touch. She couldn't keep her daughter, so Aisha helped her screen prospective parents. Jason and Bulk fit, and the paperwork was taken care of. Orla still talks to her mom on weekends when she can, but she loves her dads. Orla is into cross country running and shock put. She loves adventuring and hiking, and is constantly pulling her family out for hiking trips on weekends, as well as camping. Not the most popular girl in school, but she's okay with that. Currently getting into the idea of going into some form of nature study science as a profession. Not associated with a color.

McKenzie is one of the popular girls, though she's also into sports. Hers is soccer. She's also not afraid of standing up for her friends and sister, and her drop kick can shatter tables. Bulk and Jason made her promise not to get in fights in school, as it not only looks bad on her, it could cost them their jobs. So she's careful who she fights. Monsters who the power rangers can't handle are useful, here. At least one of them offered to hire her. Jason and Bulk were. Not Amused. She's considering acting as a career, just so she can do her own stunts. Everyone likes her because she doesn't let people walk over her, but she's managed to be nice about it. Likes history as much as Bulk does.

Trey of Triforia;

Trey owes Jason his life. If Jason hadn't taken Gold when Trey was injured, he probably would have died. Jason owed Trey his life. If he hadn't taken Gold back when he was able, Jason would have died. Having Zeo Gold in common was, it turned out, a great opportunity for bonding. They got closer, and when Jason's dad finally died...he didn't actually look back. Like Billy, he prefers spending more of his time on another planet with his alien lover. When needed, they swap back and forth with gold; it takes them both, accepts them both, and it's an exacting Color, but they have it handled.

They have a daughter. Helen is eight years old. She's a lot like Jason, and that worries both of them. Helen's broken someone's arm over the matter of being bigger and as the princess, more important than the smaller child, and Jason had to sit her down and have a long discussion why this was wrong. He's gone to Earth with her in the hopes if she has a lot of help, she'll get through her anger and internalizing emotions. For now, they're focusing on raising her specifically as a human child on earth. It seems to be doing good for her, and at least they trust who they left in charge of Triforia so she can have both her dads with her. She likes butterflies, and disney movies, and human candy. She likes the kids in the karate class she's in, and her honorary family.

Zack Taylor;

There really wasn't anyone else, honestly. They got each other. Blue and red is fine, and red and pink, but red and black? when it works it works and honestly they work. For obvious reasons, while they started dating in space, they didn't make it public when they came back to earth until Jason's dad died. At that point, there was nothing holding them back, and Zack understood the reason Jason waited. There was never going to be a relationship with his dad if he came out, and he was the sole caretaker. He had a responsibility. Zack respected that.

They have two kids, by surrogate. Kristen of the dark rangers, actually, offered. They didn't talk to the five much, but knew them well enough, after everything. When she offered it was actually a surprise, but they were willing if she was. When they decided they wanted a second kid, she was still willing. They're half siblings. Cleo, aged 24, is Jason and Kristen's daughter. Valeria, aged 18, is Kristen and Zack's daughter. Through this they became better friends with Kristen as well and that was really nice, especially for Kristen.

Cleo's more dramatic and adventurous than her younger sister. She will try anything once, do anything once. The whole world's a stage and she's one of the leads. Not afraid to take life by the horns and ride for all it's worth. A little bit of a mean girl, especially to anyone who dares hurt her sister or sister's friends. Was a queen bee in high school. She designs outfits for athletes. Sportswear is a passion of hers. How to make it fashionable and nice to work out in. Everyone deserves to look their best. She, herself, has an almost boho goth mix as a style. it was a mistake to let her watch incredibles; Edna Mode is her hero and role model. is not associated with a color. However, she'd be Fuchsia if she did. Unusual, and wouldn't have it any other way.

Valeria is 18 and in awe of her family and their legacies. She feels like she won't be able to be able to match any of them, but is trying not to let that bother her. She's captain of a breakdancing team, and mixes it with hard shoe Irish step-dance, which she's been taking classes for since she was four. It's something new, something fun, something her, and while she doesn't see the value in it, Zack and Jason do. Cleo's first experimental skort (skirt/short combo) was for Valeria to better be able to mix both dance styles. It's sometimes difficult for the sisters to talk to each other or show affection, but when they do its usually through things made for the other for their hobbies. Valeria also likes doing basic build type things, such as building sewing machines or computers. She only does this for family, but Cleo loves the custom machine she got. So does uncle Adam.

Currently working at a pizzeria, the tips are good and she likes being able to think while in high stress situations. It's where she thrives. Valeria is not associated with a color. however if she was, it'd be coral or black.

Billy Cranston;

Jason and Billy weren't actually expecting to get together; this kind of just. Happened. Jason's dad disinherited him, and Billy's parents welcomed Jason in with open arms. They've been together since Jason came back and became a scuba instructor. Billy became a science professor, Jason is still a scuba instructor. They have two kids, one adopted and one was a magic spell turned oopsie baby. Jackson is adopted, but not human. He's a Xybrian who ended up on earth after a freak accident with his parent's ship. He's purple haired, and Billy and Jason offered to take him in until a good Xybrian option could be found. No better options were found. He's 27 but still going to school as lifespans of Xybrians are far far longer than humans. He halves his time. school year is on Xybria, breaks are on earth. Extremely protective of little brother Zachary, who is seventeen. He does find it a bit of a whiplash, going from non psychic society to planet full of them, but he's adaptable. Is interested in becoming a cartographer. while associated with purple, he's not interested in being a ranger as of right now.

Zachary was intended to be something entirely different than what he is. Vile created the perfect copies of Billy and Jason's strengths and combined them. Unfortunately, this was what they themselves considered their strengths. Billy's intelligence of course, but his sense of fashion as well. Jason's fighing skills yes, but also his adaptability, and his sense of humor. Vile deemed this a failure, but instead of a spell destroying the young man, he got turned into a baby due to quick thinking from Zack and Rocky. Billy and Jason figured since he existed, they'd just raise him. He's fairly well adjusted, excitable, and really passionate. A little bit of a himbo, a little bit too smart for his own good too. not associated with any color. He was named Zachary Rocky Scott in honor of the two who managed to keep him alive.

Eugene Skullovitch;

They were paired up for a school assignment a little after Tommy was reformed and saved from Rita. It was annoying, especially with Skull being so cagey and Bulk straight up threatening him if he went to the Skullovitch residence or business. When Jason dared, he realized why. And had to get saved from Mrs Skullovitch flirting with him. Which earned Skull a lot of verbal abuse as he pulled Jason far away from the house.

While he found our later she was drunk and had mistaken him for someone older, it was still rather panic inducing. Also embarrassing for the Skullovitch brothers and Bulk. He had to stop Stan apologizing on behalf of her, and understood Bulk’s anger. Jason felt the need to make it up to Skull, and they went from antagonizing each other to friends to semi-secretly dating each other. Everyone knew except Skull’s family. Jason didn’t even know what made him angrier; the fact Skull felt he had to protect Jason, or the fact that he lived in Tommy’s house whenever Tommy’s parents didn’t live there, and Skull’s parents didn’t seem to notice. They have one adopted daughter. Skull’s a guidance counselor at their old high school, and Jason is a karate instructor. Rebecca Scott is actually Stan’s, but Stan died and his girlfriend died in a car crash caused by monster activity, and the newborn was the only survivor. Eugene would have adopted her with or without Jason there. Luckily Jason was there, and Jason fell in instalove with the baby. She was very small and he loved her.

Jason and Skull got married to make it easier for Jason to formally adopt Rebecca, in case something happened and because everyone felt distancing her and Skull from the Skullovitch legacy was the best idea, and this could be accomplished by taking Jason's last name. He was only too happy to do this. He was disinherited by his dad, but it doesn't matter. The guy lost out on getting to know a great kid. Rebecca’s blind from the car accident, and has a dog and a cane to help her around. She’s 15, and nothing stops her. She’s got a lot of caution, but very little outright fear. The power rangers will protect the civilians, and her skills and disability aids help keep her safe as well. She loves to read, and has read every braille book in the library twice. She’s aware her dads are power rangers, and most of her extended family. They’re not going to let anything happen to her. And she’s going to make sure nothing happens to them. Rebecca is opinionated with a very strong sense of right and wrong. She’s actually rather blunt, but tries to be nice about it. She knows her mind and she knows how to direct people, but she hates being in a confrontation. Not associated with a color, but it’d probably be red or bronze if she were.

Matt Cook;

Getting with Jason felt a little like leaning how to breathe again. Jason came home and Matt quickly got into sparring with him every weekend, like old times. It devolved into a lot of pent up rage related sex. And then all of that was gone…and there were two angry hurt teenagers who didn’t know how to be healthy about love or sex. Cut to fifteen years later, Jason’s a mechanic, Matt’s an accountant. And nothings changed. In between then and now, Jason had a kid. He doesn’t remember who the mother was, and anyway Diego Scott was left on his porch basically. He’s four. Matt likes the way Diego likes piggy backs. And dinosaurs and zombies. Matt likes how whole he feels with Jason and Diego. It’s pretty late in life, but he’s willing to make a go of this, if Jason is willing. And so far, he is. Diego keeps the two on their toes, being ready to get into the thick of everything and anything. But he's four, that's typical, and he's Jason's. And Matt thinks the kid's the best.

Emily (last name unknown);

Emily was Jason's on and off again girlfriend all through zeo. She saved him from ending up like Tommy, whose entire life was consumed by rangerdom. When he stopped being gold, he had a small moment of identity crisis, before he got pointed out he had a girlfriend who loved him no matter how much he'd flaked on her, and she was waiting at the beach.

During forever red, the reason he was late was her. He didn't want to lose himself, or worse, die. It was Emily's faith in him and their marriage and love that kept him from making this a habit. He took Red on again as a temporary, before giving it to Rocky. Emily kept him out of the habit. One look at her and their life, and he's fine. He's got what he needs. This is why he put the suit on in the first place.

Emily and Jason have three kids. Maya, aged 27, Rowan, aged 24, and Nathan, aged 16.

Maya's been transitioning for eight years. Jason and Emily were both surprised, but they love their kid more than anything and adapted quickly. When she was figuring out a name, they offered her the name they would have named her if they'd known she was a girl. She has it as a middle name, and chose her first name from another source. Maya's a scuba instructor like Jason. She has a lot of fond memories of how he'd teach her, and they'd go diving around Angel Grove's cliffsides and he showed her the different ecosystems. She thought this was the most beautiful and cool thing in the world. So, she's doing it, and loves getting new people into the hobby. She's a good big sister and knows her siblings well enough to know when they need a Break. She always manages to find them and have them come with on a scuba dive. Both younger siblings benefit from being forced to calm down and take care of their equipment. No hot heads allowed when you're doing scuba diving. She's also always got protein bars in her purse, and trail mix, and other things. Hangry doesn't work either, and food and water on hand is necessary. She's dependable, and takes her life seriously, if slowly. Not associated with a color.

Rowan's self employed. He's a little bit of a wanderer. He's got some ideas what he wants to do with his life, and does it. He's a ghost writer and can get up to four books done a month. He lives in a modified van and will go to Maya's or his parents when he needs a shower and a hot meal. He's been all over California, and has met several teams while traveling. The joke is that he's only going to grow roots if and when he gets a ranger color. This is true, he can't deny, but it wouldn't lock him down to a house or apartment; he likes his current lifestyle too much to just leave it. He's not really Jason. He knows exactly who he is. He's not searching for himself everywhere. He's found himself already, but that self wanders. When he is in Angel Grove, he's usually hanging out with Maya or letting Nathan and Nathan's friends hang out with him. He brings back gifts for his brother, and Maya. Not associated with a color, but he will be. It'll be a little unusual in that it's silver, not gold, but Jason's going to chalk it up with Rowan taking after Emily rather than himself.

Nathan likes the weird and grotesque and odd. He's a little bit of a weido, but his siblings love him. He's got a heart of gold and while weird, he's generally not creepy. Nathan definitely worries his parents. If anyone's going to become some pawn of rangerdom or villainy, it's Nathan. He's always spelunking or exploring abandoned places or picking up dubious and possibly cursed items. Jason's just. waiting. for this kid to start wearing monochrome color coordinated clothing. Or start acting like an utter brat. He knows the signs, he has Tommy and the dark ranger kids on speed-dial. He's waiting. Nathan's annoyed by the perceived lack of faith in him. He's capable, and he's fine. Curious to a dangerous extent, maybe, sure, you could say that, but he's also got a line of caution in it, too. He's genre aware, you could say. He knows when to walk away. But...well. Nathan's competitive and Jason knows this. He's not betting against Nathan getting into a situation out of a sense of justice or because someone challenged him. Nathan does hang out a lot with his siblings, especially with his older brother. Maya's kind of embarrassing, but just because she knows him so well, and his friends tease him his sister knows how to talk him down from things so well. Nathan will be a red ranger, in about a year. And Jason's going to know the instant it happens.

Trini Kwan;

They got together in their teens after putty!Matt got them thinking about it, and after a short time apart, they got back together. Jason and Trini co-parent Minh, and have a kid of their own. Terry Scott is twelve and while deeply enthusiastic over everything, he's rather reserved. Fairly calm, and watchful. He's always pausing before talking. Definitely a mama's boy. However, he likes battle borgs with Jason, and they do watch each new season together. Terry's got no interest in being a power ranger. When Trini died, he had even less interest in it. Kid keeps Jason out of rangerdom, because how could he go back in when Minh's currently a yellow, and Terry's still grieving his mom. Terry and Minh's relationship has gotten really strained, and Jason's trying to keep the family together. Trini'd want him to try.