#ooc. this is the beginning of the end folks

[officiallyossy-haywooddent]

From: Os’ -

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( @the-one-and-only-ruination )

[euhla]

TO THE LONG FORGOTTEN PROPHECY neuvilette x gn!reader

summary speaking of prophecy— of course the fountaine citizens immediately thinking about the prophecy about fontaine's future that always haunting their sleep, remembering that what happened in the future involved their own lives. but there is one prophecy that almost (or even everyone?) everyone forgets; the prophecy regarding the hydro dragon— who has always remaining alone will meet his mate.

⋆ 𖦹 ˚｡⋆ fluff, no plot/plotless, light angst, reader is not traveler, fontaine archon quests spoilers, there might be some ooc, cross posting on AO3. a/n : im trying to get out of my comfort zone by not using google translate too much! so pls be easy on me T~T (yes english is not my first language) my draft suddenly disappeared & i had to write t again

the discernible hints of the prophecy starting to become reality didn’t went unnoticed by fontaine citizens, as they started to feel anxious— even scared to death.

and of course, mortals being themselves always helplessly blamming their beloved archon. mouths vociferate loudly as they continue blamming her for not being able to do anything. but oh little did they know about what struggles she’s been facing all this time merely for the sake of her own folks, that they couldn’t even face it themselves. but they just keep howling like wolves.

‘…that all people from fontaine are born with sin that cannot be absolved; one day, the waters of fontaine will rise and the sinful people will all be dissolved into the waters, and only the hydro archon will remain; weeping on her throne- only then will the sins of the people be washed away.’

and after the prophecy has passed, the trial of sins and a 500 year long show that is finally coming to an end, and the hydro dragon finally forgiven their sins.

and when the spotlights in the opera went out one by one, the seats are empty, and furina finished her part at the performance. she remained silent. the endeavor she faced all this time is finally gone. and now the theatrical has ended, what will she do now?

a small performance that performed by furina herself must be met with painful reality; she has to go. leaving the place where she had been living, in order to start a new beginning.

in the morning she started packing her things, helped by her venerated partner— neuvilette. but she suddenly remembered something that focalor had told her before.

“ah, well.. neuvilette,” she hesitantly said. “i want to remind you about a… prophecy that i think you forgot.”

one of neuvilette's eyebrows rose in curiosity. "oh? and what prophecy is that?" he’s sure that he never forgot about an important prophecy.

‘….alas! it will rain heavily one day; the hydro dragon cry to bid farewell to his dearest friend all-the-time. only to be changed by a rainbow, now that he finally found his mate.’

“that…” neuvilette give her a heavy sigh. “i don’t believe in that prophecy.”

“why? don’t you know that it’s raining heavily outside?” he peeked at the window. and like furina said, it was raining very hard outside, and he knew why. “it will never happen,” he replied.

furina only smiled at him. because deep down in her heart, she believed that her friend would find the perfect partner. as a reward for his hard work until now.

“well then, neuvilette. goodbye and…. thank you.”

insignificant annoyance were heard with every step neuvilette takes. why does it keep raining? they said. and a small child asked his mother innocently, ‘why does the hydro dragon keep crying?’

neuvilette could only stare at his reflection in the water distorted by raindrops. even if lightning started to strike, it would not dare to approach him. for the first time in a long time, he felt worldly tranquility he had longed for.

and that's why he chose to ignore the figure standing beside him. neuvilette didn't intend to glance at that person, just to see their figure. until…

“hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don’t cry!” that sentence was like a mantra for neuvilette. for a moment he thought that the voice of the person beside him was calming and soothing.

so neuvilette take a glance at the person beside him. time seemed to stop, neuvilette's heart was caught. the person's eyes shone amidst the darkness that accompanied neuvilette, they looked at him with worry. they’re captivating, their beauty is surreal that he’s sure that he’s dreaming right now.

and suddenly, the rain stopped. a rainbow slowly began to appear from the other end. maybe, just maybe, he can believe this one prophecy.

[buckley-diaztruther]

there is a lot of folks really heated at eddie for this last ep and I gotta say yall, none of it felt ooc to me. I think in the lead up so many folks built up a fantasy of what they WANTED from the ep (eddie fondly exasperated but indulging buck completely in contrast to cruel skepticism from temu) when the reality is eddienhas ALWAYS been a bitch(affectionate) when it comes to his skepticism. Just because it feels weird to us to see him getting along w temu again doesn't mean it's ooc. I think we also built a fantasy of him now aggressively hating temu because he saw he was classic petty eddie at the bachelor party. but 1. I don't think the show would be THAT overt w Eddie's jealousy, he always displays it in little looks and comments but is otherwise generally neutral if not nice to bucks partners. 2. it is possible for eddiento be jealous and still like temu as a friend, much as we wish he didn't. they've effectively written put temus dark past and it's all about him just being dry humor and sarcasm, which at times can line up well w Eddie's humor. there's a reason they got on so well at the beginning of s7, no matter how we as temu haters feel about it.

also, folks are really defensive of buck being roasted by both of them purely bc theyre defensive of buck in general (same bestie same). the fandom has clocked very early on that buck is some flavor of adhd and the RSD is out the wazoo on this guy. and a lot of us empathize w that, can relate to it. and inthink that leads to a LOT of projection. not a bad thing, but I think that it can make folks a little blind to the nuance. buck can be genuinely hurt by the dismissal from eddie and eddie can still be ok and fine for laughing and poking fun to an extent. him and buck have always had a relationship that was heavy with friendly jabs and mocking and roasting bc thats a very normal thing in relationships, esp ones that are secure. it's easy to be comfortable ribbing each other the way they do (and they've said some BOLD shit even early on) because they trust each other to not go too far and that their relationship is still secure at the end of the day. it's newer, less certain relationships where you're going to tip toe around sensitivities until you really understand a person's boundaries. and while buck has clearly struggled w being put down and rejected, outside of the divorce era it's never been something that is obviously a crossed line for buck and so I don't think this is anything more than a silly 'et tu brute' kinda feeling from buck. I don't think he's really THAT torn up about eddie laughing.

also I'm gonna say something a lot of folks hate to hear. even if buck genuinely is so distressed at every perceived rejection, that is NOT Eddie's responsibility. eddie is his friend (and future husband I know) and yes, he should and does have care for bucks feelings and boundaries. but sometimes people act like eddie has to coddle buck and treat him like a baby to protect his feelings or that eddie just never would ever be mean or dismissive to buck and 1. that's not true and 2. RSD means something that was 100% ok yesterday might feel like a devastating rejection today and unfortunately, that's for buck to contend with. he's an adult and responsible for his own emotions and reactions. he can be hurt and work thru them (solo or w eddie) but even in romantic relationships it's not all gonna be sunshine and rainbows and not every hurt feeling needs to be met with a thousand apologies and amends because sometimes w rsd your reaction can be disproportionate to the cause and that's up to buck to tackle w his therapist.

I say this all, BTW, as someone w extreme rsd who v much was amd is buck in a lot of my friend groups - the 'immature', naive and hyperactive kid who won't shut up and gets their feelings hurt at every little thing and then youre getting hurt more because you're laughed at for being sensitive. it fucking sucks and a lot of that was extrapolated by having shitty friends. and yall, the 118 are not that.

Anyway sorry that got way out of hand and I went on a huge tangent but tldr stop acting like eddie is ooc and a dick for laughing at buck and stop treating buck like a baby when he's a grown ass man thank u love u

[apocalyptic-partners]

[This is a transcript of the first of many recordings. A purple haired girl with dark skin was holding a camera. The recording was blurry and zoomed in.]

Does this thing even work… And are we even sure it’s safe to begin with?

[A boy with fair skin and black hair grabbed the camera, and tapped it a few times before it went back to normal vision. You can now see that he wears a coat and trousers, with a cowboy hat that puts a shadow over his face and bandana that covers his neck. The girl wears a short-sleeved turtleneck and an overall skirt that falls just above the knees, with a witch hat that also partially hid her face.]

Electronics don’t contain any magic, silly. Plus, it just turned on. OH- Well in that case, I’m Beatrix and this is Just. Howdy folks!! We are two survivors of the apocalypse. [pause] If… If anyone finds this, they’ll probably know what we’re talking about. But just for a rundown, all magic has become corrupted due to uh, currently unknown reasons. Anything magic-related speed up the control of the user’s -and victim of the said magic- mind and body. We suppressed our magic so we wouldn’t succumb to the corruption as quick when dealing with em, Anddd, we have a semi-secure base to keep away the Cursed! Yup! We’re making these recordings as a log. But logs aren’t supposed to be this long, so I think we should wrap it up. Ah- right. Try to contact us with our radio if you can! See ya around, partner.

[There was a click, and the recording ended.]

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//ooc

This is an ask blog run by @goldeneclipsee (me) and @thecowboyofautism (oomf). Most asks answered by me will have art, but I can’t say the same for cowboy. We’ll just have to see how it goes, I guess ;)

I'll try to art

Also, as of now just will not be having art, I can't draw rn

Every ooc thing I write on this intro post will be italicized, unless it’s info

When the camera or radio is lost or broken, asks will not be answered. However you are allowed to send them to speed up the process.

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Beatrix

Pronouns: She/it

Sexuality: Bisexual

Magic: Poison magic, binding chains, supression magic

Age: 16

Personality: ESTJ, stoic

Just

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: Bisexual asexual

Magic: paralysis magic, energy rope creation and manipulation, suppression magic

Age: 15

Personality: ENFP, silly, autistic

Reference for outfit (with sucky drawing)

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-No NSFW

-No shipping between these two (although you can ship them, I’m not comfortable with it on our blog) (if you make ANY art with the two, dont tag this blog if its ship) (tag me with any and all fanart tho -@thecowboyofautism)

-No discrimination

-No M!A that is unreasonable or unrealistic, we say what goes

More may be added in the future.

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[liliumsabyss]

Your being

FEM DNI, I SWEAR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED ESPECIALLY WITH THIS

Viktor(Arcane) x FTM! Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Tw: Mentions of Dysphoria, Mentions of being ashamed for being trans, some self-hate, Reader is on T, Reader is Pre-Top Surgery but is getting it, Needles, maybe ooc Viktor(?), The word trans is never used it is always referred to as “this”(makes sense in the context), Viktor got cured

A/n: HAPPY TRANS VISIBILITY DAY! Yes I know I am a little late on this but I still wanted to put something out there as a trans guy. This fic is based on a lot of my own emotions with being trans and how it’s caused me to view myself but also how I’ve grown from my past views of myself causing me to not be ashamed of myself and just let myself be me. And if anyone wants to hear any funny stories from my trans ass I would be more than willing to share them as there is a surplus. So to all my fellow trans masculine folks I hope you enjoy this fic and I wish the best to all of you!<3

In the midst of pursuing the hexacore and building hextech with Jayce, Viktor had met you, a bookstore owner from the rim in which Piltover and Zaun met. You were far more intelligent than being a bookstore owner would let on but didn’t show it off not even being aware that you had it causing Viktor to take on an immediate liking to you as he would peruse through the bookstore on his way to the lab in the early mornings when nothing yet your shop was open. The two of you had become quick friends and then eventually lovers and then you found yourselves sharing an apartment for what you two tried to excuse as for “financial reasons” even though you both knew it to not be true. Your relationship had been built on trust which didn’t come easy for either of you and yet you had kept something to yourself for all the time you had been together you didn’t know why, you weren’t ashamed of it itself, but you guessed you were ashamed in your mind that it would never be the same after Viktor would know. So it was your secret you kept, Viktor never verbally questioned why would would sleep with your shirt on, why you would use a bathrobe instead of a towel, why anytime physical intimacy started to “heat up” you’d awkwardly would put an end to it, why some days you’d sneer at anything that had a glossy enough surface to see your reflection, why you’d have to stab yourself with a needle full of some mysterious medicine(of course in the beginning he did question that one in concerns of your health and safety) and other attributes that for most men wouldn’t make sense. And you were so thankful for that so you kept your secret you knew it would never last but being with Viktor was sweet bliss so you’d enjoy it while it lasted. However you got a letter in the mail regarding top surgery you had spent years saving up for it your hands shook opening the letter terrified of what the surgeon had wrote and reading it you dropped it on the desk, heart surging, tears starting to well out of your eyes, and a huge smile found its way onto your face. They said yes. They said yes. The approval of the surgery. You’d finally be rid of the flesh on your chest that you so much anguish, the flesh that you detested would be replaced by two scars that would mark your struggle and victory. But as you checked the time you realized you were going to be late opening the shop you quickly stuffed the letter in the desk not thinking much about it running off being sure to lock the door behind you racing down the squeaky hallways.

Hours later Viktor arrived home shockingly early for him, you hadn’t even been home yet the reason he was home is he realized that while working on the hexacore he had some papers in the desk that could assist. He briskly walked over to the desk, his cane letting out soft sharp thuds against the wooden ground arriving at the desk. He opened the drawer and grabbed the papers without a thought rushing back to the lab even though it caused a thrumming pain in his leg. At the lab he slowly sat down in the wooden rolling chair he sifted through the papers reading each one carefully under the little lamp desk till he arrived at a letter confused. He read the first line and his heart dropped. It read your name and the words “ your surgery has been approved”. Viktor immediately stood upwards stumbling forgetting to grab his can but using the desk as support. He didn’t read past the first line but he knew what it meant or at least what he thought it meant. He grabbed his cane hurdling himself out of the lab barely remembering to lock it behind him he headed towards the apartment you both had called home, he knew at this time you’d be there. And he knew you, he knew that you would only get surgery that was essential to you which in his mind left only one possibility you were dying or could die without the surgery which broke his heart. Why would you keep something like that from him, especially knowing that once too he was a dying man. It also hurt him that it felt like you couldn’t rely upon him he would gladly pay for it then and one hundred times over after all hextech did make him and Jayce more wealthy and even then he could emotionally support you, be an anchor if you needed it. He wobbled up the uneven stairs and down the hall of the apartment building quickly unlocking the wooden oak door to your home while still having the letter in hand. Opening the door he saw you sitting on the couch curled up reading a book. He barged through the door slamming it behind him making you aware of his presence.

 “ Hey Vik-“ You started to say before getting cut off by Viktor.

“ What is this?” He said sharply holding up the letter in his free hand giving it a slight shake angrily. Your eyes became as wide as saucers staring at the letter in his hand with fear as you bolted upwards your hands out in front of you ready to explain everything ready for your relationship to be over.

“ Look I can explain-“ You started once again before once again being cut off by the other male quite harshly.

“ How can you explain this?! How can you justify hiding this?!” Viktor responded bitterly, his tongue cutting sharp like knives.

“ I’m sorry I didn’t think it would ever get this far-“ You tried to say before Viktor interrupted.

“ You didn’t think it would get this far?! And what you're sorry you didn’t tell me you are dying!” He seethed out wrapped up in his emotions too wrapped up to notice the confused expression on your face.

“ I'm sorry, what?” You said dumbfounded and in utter confusion of his statement. Only saying this caused him to go on a rant about how could you not tell him and other statements along those lines. You went into your headspace trying to figure out what in the actual hell this conversation was about only to think about it more. Quickly you caught onto the fact that Viktor has always respected your privacy but a he must’ve accidentally come across the letter as it had been in the desk with some of his papers and had read it stopping after the first line for the sake of your privacy but also worry.

“ Viktor,” you started out sternly trying to make your voice as flat as possible. “ Viktor read the entire letter.”

Viktor just went silent his face still held bits of grief and anger but sure enough he looked down reading the letter his face remaining the same till you figured he came across the line “ the consultation before your chest masculinization subcutaneous mastectomy will be held on the date xx/xx/xxxx if you have any concerns or need to reschedule please respond back.” Viktors face softened with realization of your avoidance of being shirtless, or just naked in front of him for that matter yet unreadable as he finished the letter. He looked up at you. You thought you would be terrified and yet you felt relieved but you also felt grief mourning the relationship which you had thrived in wither away because of what you are.

“ I am sorry I lied to you, I'll pack my stuff and stay at the store.” You started remorsefully, your head hanging low, refusing to look at him chewing at your bottom lip in stress. The sound of his cane thumping across the floor matched your heartbeat and when he stopped in front of you the thumping stopped with both his cane and your heart. You almost jerked at the feeling of his strong thin hand that was placed on your shoulder waiting a second to see if you’d push his hand away from your shoulder to which you didn’t he stepped even closer sliding his arm around you holding you against his chest lightly to not scare you. While Viktor was touch starved it was often you who took charge grabbing his hand, pulling him into hugs and kisses all sorts of intimate moments but when he did take the lead it meant something it was his way of telling you that he loved you. And you could tell exactly what he was doing here embracing you gently enough where you could pull away at any moment if you so desired but hard enough where it anchored you there in that moment with him. 

“ You never lied, and I am sorry my love I just worry for you.” The brunette male Sid squeezes you slightly for your comfort or maybe his own.

“ I am sorry I kept this from you but how can you still love me after knowing about this” you said wildly gesturing to your body still in VIktors embrace.

“ Because I love your entire being and this is a part of you so I love it as well.” VIktor stated warmly as if the sentiment was basic logic. But that’s exactly what you loved about Viktor is that to him his compassion, his love was just basic logic yet any other person would actually struggle to empathize and love at his level. And with the statement any of that shame that festered in you seeped out maybe not completely but you at least knew that you didn’t have to feel ashamed of it.

“ I love you so much Viktor.” You said squeezing you arms around him you could sense he flushed at the statemeant while he could say the sweetest phrases that mean ten times more than I love you to other people he himself could barely hear an “ I love you” without flushing and stammering. 

“ And I you. And if you need me by your side I will be there.” He said squeezing you back the two of you standing there in the middle of your home just enjoying each other's embrace soaking in the love for one another. 

[alpaca-clouds]

So, the State of the Digimon Adventure canon...

So, I have a question for y'all. What the fuck is the current state of the canon of Digimon Adventure/02? I think this is a bit confusing ever since 2015 and the release of Digimon Adventure tri.

Until then it was fairly clear. Like, sure, we can discuss (as I did last week) whether movies 3 and 4 are canon or not, though in general it does not change a whole lot of about the canon, right? All in all: Yeah, the two adventures happened, and then there is the epilogue.

Now, I will openly admit. I am among the first people to criticize that epilogue. (Can you believe that this epilogue is happening in just three years? It is 2027. WTF. I am so old!) I hate that epilogue. I hate most of the jobs chosen for the kids (both for the sexism in the choices, and also in "everyone needs to be super successful - except the one stay at home mom"). I hate that everyone has kids. I hate that the kids look mostly like clones of their parents. And I don't think the "every person on the world has a digimon partner" is a good idea. However, I generally liked the idea of "more people have Digimon partners", and the "the Digimon stay with their humans" stuff.

Then of course came Digimon Adventure tri., that already did change around some stuff about this established canon. Most notably by introducing Meiko, and also the "original chosen children". While the later obviously had been referenced in Adventure before, a lot of it does not quite make sense.

More than anything, tri. very much feels like a Fanfic. Both in the way Meiko is brought in (I mean, c'mon, we all have read fanfics with OCs that were like Meiko), but also in other ways. Like the fact that the Original Chosen Children had this very random collection of Digimon partners for the most part, which happened a lot in fanfics, because most folks just did not have the time and patience to design original Digimon. But seeing this in official media was kinda... disappointing. (Just give proper evolines to the Holy Beasts, for fuck's sake.) The entire stuff with the Reboot and everything does not really fit with the established canon, though technically speaking... Based on the End State of tri., there is also not a whole lot here, that does outright contradict the ending of 02. If anything the beginning of tri., that sees the Digimon separated from the kids, is the bigger issue here, really. And of course the fact that nobody fucking wastes a thought on the 02 kids, which just seems so OoC. But yeah. It is still very isolated and because of that... is not that big of an issue.

I have never made a secret of my distaste for tri. As I said, to me it is a rather bad fanfic that got made into a movie through some miraculous circumstance. It is frustrating, but... Yeah, it does not really go to change the end state of the canon.

Then however we have the two other movies. KIZUNA and THE BEGINNING. Now, compared with tri. I like those a whole lot more. I actually had a lot of fun watching them in the cinema, and I kinda do adore them.

But these movies very much change the pre-established canon.

KIZUNA does this by saying: "Yeah, actually, once you are an adult, you will have to say good-bye to your Digimon partner."

THE BEGINNING meanwhile contradicts the established canon through: "... You guys? I think every person getting a Digimon partner is actually a really bad idea, isn't it?" (And of course also by retconning pretty much everything that was prior established about the Homeostasis.)

The ironic thing about those movies is, that it is not even clear how they relate to each other in terms of canonicity. Is tri. canon to KIZUNA? Is KIZUNA canon to THE BEGINNING? It is very vague how those movies relate to one another.

And honestly... I am mostly very confused of how we are supposed to read those movies in relation to canon.

Mind you, Japanese fandom culture generally relates differently to canonicity than western culture. Western culture tends to focus a lot more on what is canon and what is not. Japanese fandom culture just does not seem to focus that much on it - though then again, I never much interacted with Japanese fanfiction writers, who were not also very active in western fandom circles.

I mean, to me personally: While I like the two theatrical movies quite a lot, I will always ignore them in terms of canon. Like, I am sorry. I had 15 years to come up with headcanons to fill out that time, so this questionable canon comes much too late.

I will however also remain steadfast in ignoring the epilogue, because... as I said, I personally hate it.

Still, I really do wonder, whether Toei has some opinion on what is canon and what is not. Or do they simply not mind either way?

We know there is gonna be something new in January next year. And a part of me fears that this will be yet another Digimon Adventure related project. *sighs* (Just give me a new anime.)

[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

(I have been trying to write this post for a while, but it keeps coming out like a sob story, and it is really not that deep jkfdgkj

So I am just going to say it, bc you guys know I love to ramble for ages, and I need some opinions

1 year of this blog is tomorrow (or today depending on how long I take to write this kjldfg), and I really do appreciate you all being here - if you have been here since the beginning, or just followed recently - if you've sent an ask, liked, reblogged, shared with a friend, theorised, made fanart, or followed me to my art blog and watched me make (and continue to make) a billion clones, anything; thank you

I made this blog on a whim, only like a week after getting into Pizza Tower, and I had no idea it would turn into what it is now

Of course, in the beginning there were a lot of actual posts, like with backgrounds and multiple characters, and I'd post several times a day if I could - and while I was having fun, it was not ideal - I'd frequently post at 7am after spending all night working on a post then I'd pass out, I'd forgo eating or showering just to draw, and I had wrecked my wrist several times, and continue to push pass the pain just to post

It wasn't just hyperfixation, it was obsession - much easier to realise that in retrospect

I was also medicated at the time, I had been on antidepressants for 3 years, so around April (I think) I ran out of meds and was unable to get more due too third party issues/unable to get in contact with my doctor/etc (and unbeknownst to me at the time, the last two packs I had were expired) - so I am sure you can imagine the sort of affect suddenly going cold turkey on the med that make you not wanna die has on a person - I was not doing great to put it lightly

But I still wanted to continue - so many people had praised me on the frequency of posts, and how excited they were and all this validation - I couldn't let people down! (Also I was, and still am, a disabled shut-in loser with no friends, posting is like the only social interaction I had/have kdfgkgfd)

But I think I did - I intimidated myself out of drawing main posts with how much work they were, started the intermission even though I said I shouldn't, had no script or direction and that I was not 100% invested in to try to motivate myself back into main posts, and it was just easier to draw silly ooc posts than do the thing I really wanted to do instead

Of course, this is not any of you guys' fault - I have always had this issue of starting something, it getting way bigger than I can manage, crashing and then just unable to get going again - I have so many unfinished comics, half-done projects and abandoned askblogs it's not even funny - but it's also like, not the end of the world, if I don't finish things I start for fun - sure, I'll feel guilty as hell for a while, but life moves on

So that being said, I would still very much like to continue the story here - I have been working on some stuff in the background (I even updated Pep's reference in the last few days, with a ton of new stuff), but I still don't think it's gonna be soon - I am doing somewhat better than I was, and I actually have an appointment for with my doctor finally (I will probably have to do some reassessments since they can't just put me back on the meds, after not having them for almost a year, and then I'd have to probably get reaccustomed to side effects etc), so despite it all I am still here

I am not sure if I want to continue the intermission with Bean and Fiend at this time - I know a few folks enjoyed it (mostly bc Fiend kjsdfkj) - but as mentioned previously it was unplanned, unscripted, and I was quickly not feeling it, as I am sure some of you guys were too - the intention was for Fiend to give you guys another hint to the main story, but getting to that point was not fun - I might do a poll on this in a separate post

I also mentioned a while back that I would be cutting down the Big Post into smaller posts, and posting as and when parts were done - but once again, do not expect these soon - (although there is a very late Valentines post coming hopefully soon)

And I think that should hopefully be it for now - I know this is a huge post, and probably still a bit sob story-ish, but oh well - I also know that the hype for Pizza Tower had unfortunately died down significantly, but I'm still working on PT stuff on my art blog @smalltimidbean if you wanna see more silly things (and maybe some lore for here hehe)

It is also the first now, so happy birthday Pep

Okay, thank you, and see you later)

[friendball-irl]

Inspiration

OOC:

A not-so-little positivity post, because I want to make one.

Y'know, I think the Pokemon IRL folks are some of the most talented artists and writers I've seen in my entire life.

The amount of heart, effort, and cooperation that I've seen go on in the community has been so fucking awe-inspiring.

The stories I've had the honor to bear witness to are the most entertaining and captivating works I've seen in the whole Pokemon community, period.

Hell, I've checked out the Pokemon AO3 page multiple times for a few years, and NOTHING on there comes close to the amount of detail, drama, and overall design that you all have somehow managed to put into these roleplaying posts.

From canon divergence, crossovers, to even full blown original characters, Pokemon, and plots, there's a little something for everyone on here.

And I mean it when I say that it's an inspiration, honestly.

You're all a bunch of artists at the end of the day with this, and I have gotten so much creative inspiration from interacting with you all.

I've made full blown songs just by growing attached to your characters, and I have more planned because of it!

I, along with others, have been inspired to craft brand new characters, put them in the same world as others, and emotionally impacted each other in the process!

And most of all, we've managed to create a welcoming and inclusive community where people have made really good friends, myself included!

I had just taken a step back and I'm just blown away by what we've made.

I've been around since the beginning, but honestly? I've had little parts to play in the grand scheme of things apart from inspiring a few blogs into existence, which I am still humbled and blown away by.

And in the end, I just want to say thank you.

Thank you for being so amazing.

Thank you for being inspirations.

And thank you for being a part of this community.

Thank you.

[skadiloki]

The Wolf Cried Hope Part 1

A/N:Guys I did it! I finally finished the first part of my story. I is proud baby😚. Okay so before you begin reading Ben a.k.a Soldier Boy is a bit OOC I kinda did it on purpose cause we don't really exactly know,at least from the shows standpoint,that he's entirely racist. I feel he's more indifferent towards black people or any person of color as a whole but that's just me. MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING this does contain sexual assault,some bits of sexual harassment and attempted rape so please be aware. I tried not to be too terribly graphic in order not to trigger myself in a sense but reader discretion advised. If anything like this has happened to anyone and I mean ANYONE please don't pull a me,I held it in for months until I finally told my mother,she never believed me cause she yelled at me,called me a liar and then processed to beat me for it but it is what it is,don't do it. Please seek help,I know it's easier said than done but please please please try. Cause it can def mess with your psyche and we don't want that. If it's too much for you to read that part you can scroll past it,it is long so I'm letting you know now,but other than that I hope you enjoy the first part of the story. I worked really hard so please enjoy it as much as you can. Oh,and for obvi reasons I used my tumblr name and not my real one. Happy reading peeps🤗

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(A'ight so I know Leonard is dead in The Boys franchise but let's pretend for a second that he actually lived after Butcher left for the British military and went to America with him at some point after. So right,I know I'm talkin a lot but hear me out. Butcher and the others,others being M.M,Annie,Hughie,and Soldier Boy need some extra help rightrightright with killing Homelander and shit so they go off to Leonard's house for that extra help. 👀👀 Took me mUuUmmfffs to try and come up with something so let's hope this works. Fingers crossed)

*It was Summer,a normal sunny day,perfect breeze,children playing in sprinklers,people barbecuing in their backyards just having the time of their lives like normal folk. Meanwhile Butcher and the others are in the current safehouse at a standstill contemplating their next move and what they should do in trying to take Homelander down for good*

Annie:We've literally tried everything and still haven't taken down Homelander. And we can't have another Herogasm incident.

M.M:If Soldier Boy couldn't take him out there aren't really any more options we can take here Annie.

Annie:My live should be more than enough to help some.

M.M:Yeah but how is that really going to help us take down Homelander in the long run?

Hughie:Maybe we can ask Frenchie to make something that could temporarily take out Homelander?

M.M:With how much time that we have,that'd be cutting it close Hughie.

Soldier Boy:Then how the hell do you figure we take the caped fuck out,huh?

Butcher:I may have an idea.

M.M:Well don't just sit there in silence motherfucker,tell us.

Butcher:I'm not sure it might even work.

Annie:What even is it Butcher?

Butcher:*Stands up from his chair* Come on you lot. We're goin on a trip.

Hughie:A trip to where?

Butcher:For our secret weapon.

Annie:How do you know this weapon will work Butcher?

Butcher:You just gotta trust me love. Come on.

M.M:Butcher,now isn't the time to fucking pussyfoot around the subject. Tell us what we're walking into man.

Butcher:You're just gonna have to trust me on this M.M. I know it don't sound like nothin but it's better than sittin here on our asses like a bunch of clueless cunts twiddling our goddamn thumbs. Just fuckin trust me yeah? We ain't got no more time to lose.

*Butcher leaves the safehouse while the others just sit there*

Annie:Are you sure we should trust him?

M.M:No,but what other choice do we have at this point? We better go before the bastard ends up killing himself.

Soldier Boy:You really think the limey actually has a weapon that can take out that overgrown pussy?

Hughie:He's the best we've got.

Soldier Boy:So the dumb fuck’s leading us to our deaths? Tch,Christ on a cross. How the fuck do we even know that the limey's not just trying to steer us in the wrong direction?

Annie:We don't. Let's just go. Something is better than nothing at this point.

*The four of them get up and leave the safehouse as well to see this so called “Secret weapon” Butcher spoke of. After a solid two hour and some change drive to Syracuse they pull into the driveway of a lovely two story gray home in a pretty chill community*

(Dis da house)

Hughie:This is your secret weapon? A house.

Butcher:It's not the house itself Hughie,it's what's inside the house.

Hughie:Well what's inside the house?

Butcher:You'll find out once we get it.

*He gets out of the car leaving Hughie there to his own thoughts*

Hughie:I've got a bad feeling about this.

*He gets out the car and stands outside along with the others just staring up at the house*

M.M:Are you sure this is the right place Butcher?

Butcher:Of course it is.

Annie:Is the secret weapon the house or something?

Butcher:No. Would you all just shut up,you're doin me head in with all these fuckin questions. Just come on.

Soldier Boy:How do we even know that there actually is a weapon in there strong enough to take out Homelander?

Butcher:For fuck's sake just trust me alright. *He walks up to the front door with the other cautiously behind him as he knocks on it waiting for someone on the other side to open it. A few moments pass by and the door opens revealing a familiar face* Hey Lenny.

Lenny:No. You need to leave,right now.

Butcher:Len please.

Lenny:Absolutely not. Billy you can't be here. You need to leave.

Soldier Boy:Who the fuck is this cocksucker?

Butcher:Oi! Watch it.

Annie:I'm sorry but who is this Butcher?

Butcher:He's my brother Lenny.

Hughie:Wait,you have a brother?

Butcher:Long story. Len,can we just talk,please?

Lenny:No,absolutely not. You can't just show up after all these years and want to talk. Please leave.

M.M:Hold on,hold on,hold on. Butcher. *He grabs his shoulder to slightly pull him back speaking in a quieter tone* Are you telling me that your brother is this secret weapon you were talking about?

Butcher:No. *Turns back to Lenny* Just gimme a few minutes of your time Len. I won't be long.

Lenny:Why should I even let you waste my time,huh? And for what,for you to run off and do fuck all?

Butcher:Alright now Lenny. I know ain't been in touch with ya in these last few years.

Lenny:No. I don't want to hear the excuses anymore Billy.

Butcher:Len I-

Soldier Boy:Enough of this. *He pushes Butcher aside and walks up to Lenny grabbing him by the collar* Alright now look here you skinny good for nothing pussyass scared bitch. We ain't got the time for your bitching and moaning,we're here for-

*Annie steps in between the three,separating Soldier Boy from Lenny and Butcher gets in his face*

Annie:Whoa,whoa everyone calm down!

Butcher:Put your fuckin hands on ‘im again and I'll fucking kill ya.

Soldier Boy:*Scoffs* Is that so? I'd love to see you fucking try.

Annie:Both of you stop it! This isn't what we're here for. Calm down before you start something you can't finish. I am not willing to put this whole neighborhood in danger because of you two and your dick measuring contest. There are bigger problems here that we need to solve and you both getting hostile and being at each other's throats won't help us get any closer to where we need to be.

M.M:Annie's right,now's not the time and it sure as hell ain't the damn place. *He moves past them,Soldier Boy and Butcher now taking their glare-off off of the front step,while he speaks with Lenny* Look,I don't know what Butcher did to you in the past to ensure your wrath. I'm sure his dumbass deserves it anyway.

Butcher:Hey!

M.M:But whatever the issue may be between the two of you is,we need your help Lenny.

Lenny:Why should I trust you?

M.M:You probably shouldn't but we have no other choice. Lives are at stake here,and we need all the help we can get. We wouldn't have come here if it wasn't a life or death thing. Thousands if not millions of lives are at risk and we need all the help that we can get. You can help us possibly save the country if you just hear us out,even if it's just a moment. I won't beg,I won't grovel. It's all up to you. If you want us to leave we can,we'll all get back in our cars and we'll head back to New York and you'll never have to see us again. Or you can just give us a few moments of your time to try and help us take down one of the most dangerous superheroes possibly in history.

Lenny:How do I know you'll keep your word?

M.M:You don't but this is all you got.

Lenny:*Sigh* Fine.

M.M:Thank you.

*Lenny steps aside for them to enter the house,watching them file in before shutting the door behind Hughie*

Lenny:I have water if you want something to drink.

Butcher:*Lays a hand on Lenny's shoulder* Thanks Len.

Lenny:Don't get too comfortable Billy. I'm still upset at you. *He brushes Butcher's hand off his shoulder and walks into the kitchen and sits at the table after kindly offering the others water bottles* So why'd you come? What do you want?

Annie:Butcher said something about a s-

Butcher:Where's Skađi?

Lenny:Why?

Butcher:Cause I ain't seen the little tyke since she was a girl.

Lenny:I don't think that's a good idea Billy. Especially how you left things last time.

Hughie:What happened last time?

Butcher:Another story for another time.

Lenny:Didi's not here right now.

Butcher:Where is she?

Lenny:And why is that any of your concern?

M.M:Butcher you're getting off topic here.

Hughie:I thought we were here for this-

Butcher:Do you know where she is?

Lenny:Yes,why? What does she have to do with possibly saving the country or whatever?

M.M:Wait a second. You mentioned something about a “secret weapon” being here Butcher.

Lenny:Secret weapon? What secret weapon?

Soldier Boy:Are you saying we came all this way for nothing?

Butcher:No.

Lenny:*Sighs while pinching the bridge of his nose* Look,I don't know what Billy's been telling you all but there's no secret weapon here. At least none that I know of.

Butcher:Thus my question as to where Skađi is.

Annie:Does this Skadi pe-

Lenny:Skađi,ah sound.

Annie:Sorry. Skadi? Skađi. *Lenny nods* Does she know about it?

Lenny:If she does it's news to me. She still wouldn't like the fact that you're here Billy. You'd be the last bloke she'd ever want to see.

Hughie:Why did something happen?

Lenny:I don't know. *He glares at Butcher and says incredulously* Did something happen William?

Butcher:*Holds his hands up in defense* Alright,alright there's no need for that Len.

M.M:Butcher what the fuck is going on here? Who the hell is Skađi and what's the reason for this whole back and forth thing between you and him?

Butcher:It's funny you mentioned that M.M ca-

*The sound of the front door being unlocked and open catches everyone's attention then the sound of a deepish husky voice (Imma deep voice girly) talking on the phone*

Man,fuck him. Girl if he was willing to cheat on a fine bitch like you then his ass didn't deserve you in the first place. That nigga ain't worth your tears. Trust me,I've been down that road many times. Well the useless crying that is but you get what I mean.

Lenny:*Laughs* Speak of the devil. (Wink wink) *Shouts* Hi Didi.

Hold on. *I pull away from my phone and shout back* Hi dad! *I go back to my conversation* Okay,what were you saying?

*I continue on my way to my room passing by the kitchen*

Annie:Was that her?

Lenny:It was.

Hughie:If she knows where the weapon is then we need her to tell us where it is.

Lenny:Why would she even know where this supposed “secret weapon” is anyway? Putting her in a room with Billy is spellin trouble.

M.M:If it's to help. We'll take what we can.

Lenny:Ehhh~~ I don't think you want that.

Annie:Please Lenny this would mean the world to us if she could help us.

Lenny:*Shrug* Alright don't say I didn't warn ya. Skađi,come here sweetheart.

Just a second!

Lenny:You lot have fun.

*He gets up from his seat and moves to the opposite side of the kitchen*

Soldier Boy:Why the fuck did you move all the way over there?

Lenny:Oh don't mind me.

*Five or so minutes go by and I walk out of my room*

Where ya at my guy?

Lenny:The kitchen.

Guuch. *I make my way into the kitchen* So whatcha ne-

*Upon stepping into the kitchen and making eye contact with Butcher stops me dead in my tracks*

Butcher:Hello love. Look at how you've grown,almost didn't even recognize ya.

*I scoff then start chuckling which turns into loud boisterous cynical laughter*

Hughie:Oh,so she's happy to see you.

Lenny:*Mumbles* I wouldn't say that.

*I place a hand on my chest,standing up straight,and suddenly full back. That obviously makes Annie and M.M jump up to attempt to catch me but a sudden black hole opens up on the floor and I fall into it and that confused the all hell out of them*

M.M:What in the fuck?

Annie:Butcher wh-

*I appear out of nowhere,gun in hand right under Butcher's chin,growling*

Give me one goddamn reason I shouldn't kill you right fucking now?!

*Soldier Boy pulls his gun along with M.M pointing at me and Annie has her hands up with her eyes glowing ready to strike*

Butcher:I know you're angry.

Angry? Oh,I've pushed past the point of anger. Enraged,infuriated,irked,pissed even.

Soldier Boy:You pull that trigger and I blow your brains out dollface. And I'd hate to ruin such a pretty face.

*I raise an eyebrow at him*

Soldier Boy:Your choice.

Sit.

Soldier Boy:*Cocks his gun* The fuck did you say to me?

I said *My voice distorts almost demonically and I look directly at him* Sit.

*Soldier Boy,M.M,and Annie all sit unconsciously against their wills*

Annie:The hell?

(Oof,homegurl almost forgot. You know we out here with the demonic powers as always,I stay the strongest character in mah shit…But anyway there are Bayonetta undertones in here,first time I've ever done that before,excited. Some Dune too cause The Voice,right? And some Jujutsu Kaisen cause why the fuck not. I know it sounds weird but knowin my ass,oh it'll work. I'll stop)

*I look back to Butcher*

I'm still waitin on an answer.

Butcher:Cause we're family.

*Sarcastically* Oh,so we're family now. That's rich.

Hughie:Wait Butcher,who is this girl?

Butcher:Skađi here is my niece.

M.M:She's your what?!

Soldier Boy:There's no fucking way she could be your niece.

Adopted but niece nonetheless. But saying that would be insulting and going against my word. Why the fuck are you here William?

Butcher:We need your help.

Not interested. Fuck off.

Butcher:It's for the greater good love. You can't just say no and fuck off.

Watch me bitch. *I cock the gun in my hand* I'll see your bitchass in the afterlife.

Lenny:Now Skađi.

You know he deserves it dad.

Lenny:I get it but let's just hear him out.

Hear him out? For fuckin what?

Lenny:Said something about a secret weapon?

Secret weapon? What secret fu- *I think for a second then cackle* Oh you arrogant pharisaic son of a bitch! You think you can just come back into our lives after what you've done? *Growl* I will not be used as a weapon!

M.M:She's the secret weapon you were talking about?

Butcher:Yeah,more or less.

Lenny:You were going to use your own niece as a weapon to kill Homelander?! What the hell is wrong with you Billy!

Annie:Wait,you're a Supe?

In the flesh.

Butcher:In my defense

Fuck your defense. That's not a fucking excuse to use someone you called family William. But knowing you I wouldn't put it beneath you.

Butcher:In my defense it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Why cause you're desperate and fucked?

Butcher:That's just putting it lightly.

God,if dad wasn't here I'd shoot you then I'd revive you just to have Avavago eat you alive!

Hughie:Avawhat?

My demonic pet dragon. Avavago.

M.M:I ain't never heard of a Supe with demonic powers before.

Well there's a first for everything. *I put the safety on the gun and pull back from Butcher* You should be grateful you're still alive. Next time you won't be so lucky. I'm going back to my room. Looking at you makes my skin crawl.

Butcher:At least hear me out Di.

No,fuck you and ya life existence.

Butcher:If you don't help us Homelander may kill us all.

Why the fuck should I care?

Butcher:Because you have a heart.

That may be true but that doesn't mean I'd extend my kindness to you after what you did to me. I will never forgive you for what you've done.

M.M:I'm not one to poke in family affairs outside my own but you've got us curious. Just what has Butcher done that makes you hate him so much?

Lenny and I:Why don't you tell them William.

Butcher:Way to gang up on me you two.

Annie:Butcher.

Butcher:Piss off. It ain't none of your business.

Hughie:We have a right to know.

Butcher:And what makes you think I'd tell you cunts about our little family issue,huh?

Annie:Because you were going to use your own niece as a weapon. You owe us that much Butcher.

Butcher:A thing happened at work a few years back.

Oh Jesus,don't sugarcoat it. Tell them the truth or I will. And if I do,they sure as hell ain't gonna like it.

Soldier Boy:Quit being a bitch about it. So he hurt your feelings,you're so goddamn emotional. All women are but this is a whole new fucking level. Christ on a cross,get over it.

“Get over it” he says. *I pull down the neck of my shirt showing off three wounds near my heart* You remember these?

Butcher:*His eyebrows furrow as he sighs heavily* Skađi.

So you do remember. Consider me shocked. I would've thought you repressed that memory into the back of your mind *Venomously* Billy.

Hughie:You shot her?

Annie:But those should've healed,you're a Supe.

I didn't have a grasp on my powers yet so I didn't heal properly. I don't enjoy the memory but I'd rather save my breath. *I fix my shirt then pull out a chair plopping myself in it* Why don't we show them instead,hm? *I,purposely,smack Butcher in the side of the head,grab at what seems to be his temple then pull back bringing a strip of film,revealing a string of memories* Let's go back eleven years.

Hughie:What in the fuck?! How are you doing that?

It's a part of my powers. (It's a One Piece thing. Forgot about that undertone,but it's just this one thing that Pudding is able to do with her Memo Memo devilfruit) *I do the same thing to myself,without the aggressive slapping and handling,and scroll back an entire decade to one specific memory*

Butcher:(The names and memories will be italicized in apostrophes,I prefer it over quotes in things like this don't know why just do. Back to the story) ‘Alright ya little tyke. You stay here and you work on your school work,I got a meeting that'll probably be the death of me.’

*Giggle* ‘I'm sure it won't be that bad Uncle Billy.’

Butcher:‘You keep tellin yourself that love. Just wait until you're old enough to have to deal with these cunts and I bet you won't be saying that.’

‘Dad said you're not allowed to say that around me.’

Butcher:‘Your dad's not here now is he? Keep it a secret and I'll buy you whatever you want.’

‘Whatever I want?’

Butcher:‘Oh yeah. I'll buy you a whole candy store if you want.’

‘Buy me a PS2 and those two nerf guns I want and you've got a deal. Oh! Games included.’

Butcher:*Pinches my cheek* ‘Cheeky little blighter. You be a good girl for me.’

*Bright smile* ‘Okay.’

Butcher:*Chuckles*

Soldier Boy:Looks like some sappy bullshit to me.

Shut up and watch.

*He immediately stops talking and pays attention to the memories. Ten or so minutes pass by,while in Butcher's memory he's still in the meeting,and in mine two large men enter the room making me look up from my work and pause my music*

‘Oh,uh hello.’

Agent:‘Wow,you're prettier than I thought.’

*A bit awkward* ‘Thanks,I guess.’

Agent 2:‘How old are you sweetie?’

*Guarded* ‘Why?’

Agent:‘Just curious. You look maybe 17,18.’

‘No.’

Agent 2:‘You're younger. Who would've thought a sixteen year old would look as beautiful as you. You surely don't look your age sweetheart,certainly not with a body like that you don't.’

*I shift uncomfortably* ‘I think I'm going to…um see Miss Angelica.’ *I start packing my things* ‘Excuse me.’

*As I step from my place and walk towards the door one agent stops me*

Agent:‘Where are you going? We just want to talk.’

*I brush him off of me* ‘Please don't touch me. I need to leave.’

Agent 2:*He harshly grabs my arm* ‘Why rush? The fun's just getting started.’

‘I said get off of me!’

*I tear my arm from his grasp then kick him in the groin then sock him in the face then making a break for the door only for the other agent to grab me by my hair to yank me back*

Agent:‘You little bitch!’

*Scream* ‘Let me go! Uncle Billy!’

Agent 2:*Gets up* ‘Ugh,you little shit. You'll pay for that you fucking whore.’

Agent:*Pulls my head back by my hair and kisses my neck* ‘You taste so good.’

*Begging* ‘Let me go! Please!’

Agent:‘Nuh-uh.’ *Starts groping at me and chuckles evilly* ‘So soft.’

‘Stop it! Get off of me! Somebody he-’

Agent 2:*Grabs me by my face to silence me* ‘Not today sweetheart.’ *Tears my shirt off and licks his lips* ‘We're going to have fun with you.’

*I bite his hand and claw at the other agent's eyes that's holding me and try to make a run for the door. When I open the door and attempt to scream,my head gets hit against the wall to disorient me and I get dragged back and the door gets slammed*

Agent:‘You're a feisty one aren't ya?’ *He takes off his belt and wraps it around my wrists then he takes off his tie to gag me with* ‘We'll definitely have fun with you.’

*I protest against them as they touch and prod at me,putting their filthy hands in places they shouldn't. I try my best to resist but nothing really works,as the tears roll down my cheeks I scream against the makeshift gag in hopes that someone would hear me. This goes on for several moments,moments that feel like an eternity to me,until it didn't. The second agent pulls me down to the edge of the table by my leg and tries to do the unthinkable*

Agent 2:*Groans* ‘All this foreplay has made me hard. I'm betting you can fix that sweetheart.’ *He unfastens his pants and pulls out his cock stroking the hard pulsing flesh moaning at the sensation* ‘I'm going to ruin you for any other man in your life. You'll be begging me to make you cum then just when you've had enough I'll just keep on going until you forget your own fucking name.’

*I fight furiously against the one holding me down but he proves to be too strong. The man standing before me easily tears the fabric of my leggings off followed by my underwear*

Agent 2:‘God you're such a filthy little whore. Sweet little virgins like you,feisty ones especially,deserve punishment. By the time we're done with you,you'll be our perfect little cumslut. All battered,bruised and fucking obedient.’

*Once he gets close enough to attempt to shove his dick inside of me,something in my mind shatters suddenly causing a mysterious,yet gigantic silky black scaled claw to emerge from the floor grabbing the man and pulling him into the abyss*

Agent:*Draws his gun* ‘What in the fuck!’

*He starts firing at the claw but it does nothing. The sound of loud gunfire obviously draws the attention of others,Butcher being a part of them thankfully,or so I thought,bursting into the room just to see the poor man get dragged down into darkness and the claw vanishing as if it never even existed. From seeing my obvious disheveled look both Angelica,the kind lady who often gives me treats when I come in,and another agent who I found out was named Susan rush over to me to untie me and frantically check me of any other injuries I may have obtained*

Angelica:*Holding my face as she turns it in every which direction to check for other injuries* ‘Oh my God. Sweetheart,are you alright?!’

*An endless stream of tears just flow down my cheeks as I sob,speaking brokenly as hiccups and gasps rack my body*

Th-They t-t-tried to-to…r-rape m-m-me. I-I-I-I w-was d-doi-doing…h-h-home…homework wh-when they

Susan:Sh,sh,sh. You're alright now. You're safe. Let's get you something to put on,hm?

*I nod as she takes off her suit jacket to put around my shoulders soothingly rubbing my back to try and calm me from that traumatic event. Butcher,standing there in pure shock at what he just witnessed. He wasn't even sure if he was seeing things or not but his mind was on autopilot when he drew his gun and pulled the trigger,shooting me three times in the heart. Angelica and Susan scream as I hit the floor now bleeding*

Susan:‘Billy what the fuck! What's wrong with you?’

Angelica:‘Who in the fuck shoots their own niece!’

Susan:‘Call an ambulance Angelica,I'll try and stop the bleeding.’

*Angelica nods and gets up to try and run out of the room but Butcher stops her*

Butcher:‘Fuckin leave her.’

Angelica:*She's shocked at first but then her shock turns to anger* ‘You can't be fucking serious! She's dying because you shot her!’

Butcher:‘She's a fucking supe. You saw what she done to that poor cunt.’

Susan:‘Why does that matter Butcher? You saw the state she was in,you fucking heard her they tried to rape her,if anything he and whoever else fucking deserved it!’

Butcher:‘Bullocks! The bastards deserved to have thier asses fired and prosecuted for trying to take advantage of her,right enough,but they didn't deserve whatever the fuck that was.’

Angelica:‘That doesn't fucking matter!’ *She shoves him out of the way* ‘That's not a fucking excuse to shoot her in the fucking heart Billy!’

*She runs out of the room to get paramedics on the phone to take me to the hospital to try and save me. The memories abruptly stop and the film stripes return back to their rightful places. The others are completely left in shock,even Soldier Boy was shocked,and shocking a man like him with his attitude is quite the feat to achieve*

That's when I first discovered my powers. Avavago saved my life.

Annie:That's awful. I'm so sorry that happened to you.

I've had to relive that nightmare for years before I finally went to therapy and healed. But all of a sudden you *I point to Butcher* show up after all these years to try and fucking use me as some trump card to take down that psychotic fuck you call Homelander.

Butcher:Well what else would you have me do Skađi?

*My already ruby red eyes turn a dark shade of crimson as I bare my fangs at him hissing*

I was fucking thirteen! I'd expect you have some fucking decency to see if I was alright! Not shoot me in the fucking chest! Two grown ass men sexually harassed and assaulted me then tried to rape me all because I was a fuckin early bloomer. The fuck kind of sense does that make Butcher! (I was actually a semi-late bloomer and it was actually my half brother who did that to me. The attempted rape part didn't happen but everything else did,not in the way I described it,but it did really happen when I was thirteen…in my grandparents basement) I cried and begged for help. For you to come and save me,yet instead of feeling safe with the presence of you,Angelica and Susan after that disgusting fuck pulled out his gun and fired at Avavago you fucking shot me! The one man whom I thought was family turned his back on me and wanted me dead.

Butcher:You turned into a Supe. You think I-

Lenny:That didn't give you the right to shoot her Billy.

Butcher:Oh come off it. You're the wanker that gave ‘er Compound V. If there's anyone here to blame it's you Lenny for adopting a baby Supe.

Would you rather I have died?

Butcher:I would have preferred Lenny to not adopt a fucking supe. Like are you kidding me?

I was never injected with Compound V as a baby.

Hughie:You were never injected as a baby with Compound V?

Butcher:What a load of shit.

Lenny:She wasn't.

Butcher:*Taken aback but skeptical* There's no fucking way. No cunt that's a Supe would get injected as a teenager. It's never been tested.

Annie:Butcher is right. Injecting a teen with Compound V is unheard of.

I was eight when they did it.

M.M:But why?

I was born with a heart defect. Atrial Septal Defect or ASD for short. (Which is true) I was diagnosed with it at seven months old.

Hughie:What's that? The ASD,I mean.

It's a defect of when the hole in your heart doesn't close over time. When you're born you actually have a small hole in your heart that will close over time as you get older,mine didn't. I was in and out of the hospital a lot for this condition to try and figure out what to do. I was in foster care during the whole thing,sure my mother was still involved at the time when it was all going down but that doesn't matter. (I am not adopted,although I wish I were cause my mother fucking hated me,still does to this day she just never told me then that she did until I was nineteen when she told me she never wanted me in the first place but she chose to keep me anyway. I'll fucking stop cause this is no time to get fucking emotional. -July 31st,2024 3:11am My ass needs to be asleep) I went to the doctors for years trying to figure this out,dad was in the process of adopting me in that time. The solution was to get surgery done to try and fix the issue and that's when the idea of Compound V came into play.

Hughie:Did it work? Was your ASD fixed?

Lenny:No. She still had to go to Detroit in order to get the surgery done. As you saw the V didn't kick in until she was thirteen.

Annie:Wait,do you still have the ASD?

Not technically,no.

Soldier Boy:The fuck is that supposed to mean? How the fuck would that even be possible for you to not technically still have whatever the fuck that is?

Atrial Septal Defect. It's been corrected,I have a small piece of metal where the hole is in my heart. (Which is also very much true) So in a sense I do still have it,it's just been corrected.

Annie:And you're saying you could've died if it wasn't corrected?

Yes. (That's not entirely true,it is a possibility but without it being corrected the person with it can and will live a bit of a harder life because with ASD it causes your heart to skip beats,which is fucking painful by the way especially paired with SVT…another story for another time but back to what I was saying,yes it can be hard living an adult life with an uncorrected ASD but yes you can ultimately die from an untreated hole in the heart in the end)

Annie:That's awful.

I'm alive and that's all that matters.

Butcher:Look,I'm sorry for what I did to you back then okay? But we need your help more than ever.

You're sorry? You're fucking sorry! After you fucking shot me,you never came back! It took you eleven years to come back after that to finally say you're sorry after you shot me and practically left me for dead and disowned me then dad for making a life saving decision. Why the fuck should I forgive you when I have every fucking right to hate you until the day you fucking die?

Butcher:Cause it's the right thing to do.

Oh that's rich coming from yo stankass. Miss me with that bullshit. You're only here cause you want to use me as a weapon. If I didn't have V running in my veins you wouldn't be here right now Butcher.

Butcher:Just help us out on this,yeah,then you and Len don't got to see me no more.

You don't deserve my help. Fuck you. I'm going back to my room.

*I leave the kitchen to walk back to my room*

Butcher:Lenny.

Lenny:She's made her mind. You've outstayed your welcome Billy. You and your friends need to leave.

Annie:There has to be a way to convince you to get her to help us. Please,we need her help.

Lenny:You'll have to convince her. She's the one with the powers.

M.M:How do we get out of the chairs if she practically forced us to sit in them? We're stuck.

Lenny:She did force you true enough but that's not how her powers work exactly.

Hughie:How do you figure?

Lenny:If Di told him *He points to Soldier Boy* to shut up and watch and yet he's able to talk right now. How do you think it works?

M.M:So it's only temporary?

Lenny:*Shrug* I don't know how it works exactly but you're free to move as you please now.

*As if on cue,surprisingly,Soldier Boy gets up to chase after me. Without knowing the layout of the house he easily gets lost,I roll my eyes at the slamming of different doors*

Oh sweet Jesus. *I get up from my bed and open my door,leaning against the door frame* If you're going to look for me the least you could do is at least call out to me instead of slamming every door in the house. It's annoying to hear doors halfway across the house slamming with a mighty boom,shut.

Soldier Boy:*Chuckles* You are much prettier up close and personal. It's hard not to try and control myself in the presence of such a gorgeous woman even as a black woman.

Wow,as if that wasn't the slightest bit microaggressive. What do you want Soldier Boy?

Soldier Boy:You know me?

I've heard of you. Dad spoke of you a few times and I've seen a picture.

Soldier Boy:I ain't gonna sugarcoat it for you sweetheart.

Skađi.

Soldier Boy:Whatever. What happened to you was downright awful. No woman should ever have to go through with that,those pussies were nothing but little boys. A real man would treat his woman with respect even if she was a little girl. A girl's place-

Okay lemme stop you right there. Are you actually going somewhere with this lecture of what,gender role,somewhat potential misogynistic spiel of yours or are you gonna cut to the chase my guy?

Soldier Boy:Well don't you got a smart mouth.

Apologies,afraid that's genetics. Can't help it not that I personally would in this current situation but do continue.

Soldier Boy:I'm surprised no one has smacked that mouth of yours let alone your ass.

And I'm surprised they let a man like you walk the earth with your close minded ideologies. Shouldn't you be in a nursing home,old man?

Soldier Boy:Look ya little piece of shit. We need your help,put your bullshit aside and think about the shit that could happen if that fucker roams free.

Why should I help you? I don't know you like that.

Soldier Boy:If you fucking think for a goddamn second then you'd be putting people in unnecessary danger. Think of that awkward pussy in the kitchen. I don't know how someone like him could adopt someone like you.

First of all that's rude and a tad bit underlyingly racist,second that's my dad and his name is Leonard. Skip to the point gramps.

Soldier Boy:*Groans in slight irritation* Think of it this way dollface-

Again my name is Skađi.

Soldier Boy:Think of it this way. If your…dad,was in danger would you not do something to save him?

Of course I would.

Soldier Boy:Now think about it when you put Homelander in the picture. He'd be putting him in immense danger and that's clearly the last thing you want right?

Yes.

Soldier Boy:Then you can help us with this one thing then you can go the fuck about your life when it's done,alright?

What makes you think I'll accept?

Soldier Boy:You will or you won't,doesn't matter to me but you know good and damn well you wouldn't let anything happen to that Lenny guy and if something did you probably wouldn't be able to live it down. Make the choice sweetie cause we don't have all day.

A/N:Holy fuck that was a shitton of copying and pasting😮‍💨 but that's the end of the first part. Yay! I know you saw a specific word in the story,like I said in the little preview of the story I cuss a lot myself and that word,don't try and argue with me 'bout it cause you'll just get proved wrong,is literally something I say cause it's just so natural to me and I just grew up around people who said it. And cussing can be genetic so there's that. But leave a comment and a like...please🥺 if you want to read more. Share with your friends if you wanna.

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[librosamarillos]

passed down like folk songs

chapter 38: in my head i do everything right

Maegor Targaryen x OC

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Tags: hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, angst, mature themes, targaryen incest, violence, Maegor is a red flag himself, characters are ooc probably, MINORS DNI

Visenya tapped her fingers on the vanity. Rowan was never late, a trait she had inherited from her father. It was only normal that after everything she’d need more rest than she normally did, but Visenya was beginning to worry. The past few days on Dragonstone had been peaceful, and Rowan was clinging onto routine as a distraction from her melancholy, so the fact that she had yet to join her for breakfast was making her anxious. She stared at her own reflection, deep in thought. She was ready to go and check on her, but, as if she were hearing her thoughts, Rowan knocked and entered the room, a few letters in hand.

But the letters were the last thing on Visenya’s mind, as her eyes darted to Rowan’s hair. It had been a very long time since she had been stunned into silence. Rowan’s hair, the beautiful hair that framed her face so elegantly, was now back to being short, like it was when she was a child. Rather, a more honest approach would be that she had attempted to cut it like so, but it came out crooked and uneven, too short for her face, to the point where instead of framing her forehead, it had curled up. Judging by the clear embarrassment on her face, she had tried to do this herself, with no assistance. 

“What happened?” was all Visenya could muster out. She wondered if she had drunk too much wine, but the girl would barely touch a cup, let alone get drunk. But perhaps heartbreak had led her to try something she hadn’t done before?

“I… I wished for a small change…” she replied, almost too ashamed to look at her. The change was anything but small. It was choppy and wonky and it was painfully obvious that it was a mistake.

“And you did not wait for any help from the maids? Quite a few of them know how to cut hair.” Visenya asked, approaching her slowly, trying to take in her new appearance. She looked ashamed once more. Of course she knew that the maids were skilled in cutting hair, but she did not seem to be thinking much while picking up the scissors. 

“It was… it was a sudden decision…” she mumbled while Visenya studied her hair. Maegor’s actions affected her all the way here. No matter how calm she tried to keep, it seemed that her sadness overtook her judgement. 

“I can see that.” she replied, trying to adjust some of her curls in a way that could conceal her choppy work, but with little success. It must’ve shown on her face, because Rowan spoke up as Visenya tried again. 

“Is it horrid?” she asked, seemingly terrified of the answer. It did. It absolutely looked awful. But as raw and straight forward as Visenya was, she was not about to push Rowan into an even bigger pit of misery, so she shook her head. 

“No, not horrid. Just… uneven.” she said softly. It was not easy to find gentle words to describe her awful haircut, but she’d manage to find some. “Do not cut any more. Let it grow out a bit and let the maids help you, my girl.” She comforted her, patting her back. 

“I was feeling overwhelmed.” Rowan admitted, alluding to her late night decision. Visenya had many nights like that, overwhelmed by anger, sadness and grief, but they often ended with her taking dark sister to the training yard, not by giving herself a new and drastic makeover. 

“I understand. A lot has happened.” she added softly, trying to think of something to take her mind off of things. She looked over to her vanity, thinking of applying some oils onto her hair to help with the frizz, but she knew Rowan had her own that she preferred to use. The younger girl followed her gaze, but caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and her brows furrowed. 

“Gods… it looks hideous!” she shook her head, her eyes beginning to water. 

“Nonsense! Come here.” Visenya was quick to intervene, lifting Rowan’s face in her hands, her expression one of sympathy. She rubbed her cheeks before moving her hands back into her freshly cut curls. “Just separate the curls a little bit and… alright, I’ve made it worse.” she bit her lip, as she realised she only made her hair much frizzier and more noticeable than before. “Once you’ve washed it and it curls back naturally, it’ll look much better.” she added, trying to save the situation from complete and utter humiliation, but it was not an easy task. 

“I look a mess, it’s no use.” Rowan sighed, shaking her head again. Visenya frowned again, lifting her face with her hands once more. Sad, that’s what her eyes were betraying. Her poor girl felt everything too much. 

“Do not say that. You are absolutely beautiful and lovely. This is just a bit messy. It’ll grow out in no time, before you even notice.” she reassured her again, giving her cheeks a squeeze, like she did when she was a child. Rowan sniffled, trying to not upset herself even more, but it was clear she did not believe her words.

The next fortnight was making Visenya feel vindicated in a way she hadn’t in a long time. Ravens and letters came flooding to Dragonstone, giving her updates of what was happening all over the realm, and things were not looking that good for her weak nephew. The capital was anticipating an attack. There it was, clear as day, and yet he was still hesitating to act. Still hesitating to get on his dragon and burn them all to the ground. She had always told Aegon he had spoiled him.

She was not about to allow anything like that to happen to Dragonstone, so she was preparing everything to keep it safe. The threat of Vhagar’s wroth was enough of a warning to any of those Warrior’s sons who were feeling overly brave. 

In a sense, having Rowan worry about something as trivial as hair was a breath of fresh air. She had seen the girl worry about so many serious things, that made this distraction a very welcome one, regardless of how short lived it was. Visenya watched over the guards and knights from her solar window, and she felt the young girl joining her.

“Do you plan on flying over the capital?” Rowan asked, straightening her skirts after being seated for hours. A gentle way to ask if she planned on helping her nephew.

“I do not plan to offer him any help. He’s made his choices, let him live with them.” she replied, sharply eyeing the men preparing their weapons. Swords and axes and hammers and arrows. Good. 

“What of Viserys and Alyssa?” Rowan asked, following the dowager Queen’s gaze. “What if… what if amidst the chaos that will ensue, something happens to them?” she added, turning to look at Visenya, who frowned.

“The King can handle it. He’s made that quite clear, has he not?” she asked sarcastically. Aenys had felt so confident in robbing her son of his title, let him deal with the realm on his own then. 

“What if he cannot?” Rowan countered, fully turning to face her now. “You know how he is, what if he cannot protect them? Viserys is but a child, and Alyssa-”

“Do you truly think Alyssa was not in his ear, speaking in favour of her son receiving Dragonstone over mine?” Visenya asked dryly, turning to face Rowan as well. Of course Rowan knew, she was no fool, but she was too kind. 

“I know. But they are still your blood. And seeing as Maegor has no heirs, any of the children’s deaths would make it harder for you two to establish stability once more.” Rowan replied, causing the former Queen’s brow to raise. Finally, Rowan spoke in a tone that got Visenya to stop. “Not to mention, the children are innocent. Completely innocent. They should be kept safe, if not in King’s Landing, then here.” she pleaded, her voice laced with concern.

Visenya thought for a second before smiling, pride in her eyes. As much as her girl had been unsure and scared and depressed, she still knew her language, still understood how she operated and how she thought. She turned her gaze to the window once more. 

“I will not turn them away if they come here seeking refuge.” she concluded, making Rowan sigh in relief. It would not be wise to let them die out, even though their stupidity would surely lead them to early graves. It would be inconvenient. 

She had given Rowan an early dismissal that day, giving her some well earned rest, after making her swear upon the seven to not touch her hair again. Visenya had loads of intricacies to plan out, to make her son’s return as smooth and grand as possible, so she’d stay over the map a bit longer. It was empty without Aegon next to her, helping each other with different tactics and ideas, though she doubted he’d be enthusiastic about his favourite son getting humiliated before the realm.

She decided to write to Duncan, as she wanted to keep him updated on how his daughter was doing, and she was walking down to the rookery to send a raven, when an interesting conversation caught her ears.

“Gods, you reckon she did that on purpose?” a female voice asked, her tone hushed. She recognised it as one of the maids, but she could not pair it to a face or name, not without revealing herself completely.

“Of course not! Who would do such a thing on purpose?” an older woman responded, almost offended that the first woman even asked such a thing. This caught Visenya’s interest, so she stalled, her letter still in her hands.

“Oh mother above, why would she do such a thing? She had the most beautiful hair, why would she go on and chop off the front bits? She could’ve asked me! I would’ve helped her if she wanted to have it frame her face again.” a third, more familiar voice sighed. Visenya raised both brows in amusement, as she realised they were talking about Rowan.

“So, who do you think broke her heart?” the first woman asked again, earning a confused ‘huh?’ from the third one. “That’s always why young maidens chop their hair all funny. No, no, really! Happened to my niece, when a boy she liked was caught with another woman in the stables! She chopped off her long hair all by herself! And gods, consoling her after the fact? Took ages!” she explained further, earning an amused gasp from the other two.

“You forget, the Lady Rowan is not the niece of some maid, she’s a proper lady!” the older woman countered, lightly patting one of them on the shoulder.

“Not to mention, the favourite of Queen Visenya, so you better hush before someone hears you!” the third woman scolded, but in a lighthearted tone. “The Lady Evergreen is kind and sweet, and it is not proper to joke around about her hair.” 

“Were you not just crying about why she didn’t ask you for help just this very moment?” the second woman laughed. “Besides, it’s only hair. It will grow out.” she concluded, and Visenya could hear the three women start to disperse. “But come on, she does look funny.” the woman laughed, but once she turned the corner and came face to face with Visenya herself, her laughter died that very second.

The three maids immediately curtsied and kept their heads down in shame, as they realised Visenya had heard everything. She eyed them for a moment, recognising one as the maid assigned to Rowan. It was good that she was the one standing up for her.

“I believe you have better things to do than stand here talking about hair?” she asked, causing the three women to nod quickly before she dismissed them. She looked at their leaving forms for a moment longer, before slowly making her way to the rookery once more. 

Duncan was going to be furious.

Aenys walked around the gardens, in a very rare moment of free time. Everything was a mess, everything was chaos and he was barely keeping himself together. His mind was on Rhaena and Aegon, who had begun their progress. It still felt like yesterday that he and Alyssa had seen them off, and it had been a moon and a half. 

He kept telling himself that it would all be alright, as he was following his father’s plan to the letter, which was the only reason Alyssa had calmed at the idea of sending their eldest children away at such a rocky time. They would be alright. He had to remain positive. The people cheered for him and Alyssa, and they would surely cheer even louder for their children.

The gardens were still unfinished. It was one of the first things he had thought to fix when he became King, and yet here he stood, in an unfinished garden, in an unfinished realm that was on edge. His father was fond of roses, as he knew he had a garden on Dragonstone. There weren’t that many here, so he walked around to try and find some in bloom. He was just turning the corner, when he felt someone running up to him.

What followed was a complete blur, as he felt someone grab him by the cape and drag him back. He didn’t even have the time to scream out for help when he felt the man draw a blade. Thankfully, the Kingsguard were swift to save him, dragging the assassin away to the cells. Aenys was completely shaken as he was rushed back to safety.

He hated making Alyssa worried, let alone when she was with child. She had been resting when the attack happened, and rushed to Aenys’ rooms to comfort him. It hadn’t fully dawned on him what had just happened, until Alyssa went to touch the small cut on his neck. It was then that he realised that had the guards been a second late, he would be dead. 

Alyssa was saying something, but no matter how much he tried to focus, he could not make out the words that were coming out of her mouth. His heart was pounding in his ears, and his throat was closing up. All he could see was his wife’s worried face, trying to calm his panic. He should be angry, should he not be angry? Should he not be shouting at his guards for allowing anyone to come this close to him to attack him? Then why did he feel like a frightened child, needing comfort?

“I don’t understand.” he kept repeating silently, as Alyssa ran her fingers through his hair. “Why don’t they like me? Why won’t they just speak to me? Why, Alyssa?” he asked and asked, before he realised his wife was crying. She did not understand either. He did what he was supposed to. He did as his father asked, and yet it was all crumbling. People no longer loved him, they all hated him for all he fell short of.

Panic arose once more. If they hated him so much, if he had fallen from their graces, then his family was in danger. If someone had managed to come this close to killing him, here, in the red keep, here with all the guards and protection, what was to happen to his children? They were so far away, and Alyssa and Viserys? What if someone had tried to harm them to get to him? Gods be good, what was he to do?

“You cannot stay here.” he said, finally shaking himself up. Alyssa was caught off guard, looking at him with worry, her eyes questioning. “It is not safe, I cannot risk anything happening to you, or Viserys, or our babe.” he took in a shaking breath.

“Aenys, what are you saying? We cannot run away from our castle. We just need more guards and-” she paused, trying to think, when she was not in any position to be making long term decisions with all her shock. Aenys shook his head. “We could… we could go to Driftmark, to my family. But I will not go without you, I will not leave your side.” she protested.

Driftmark was an option, but not the safest one. He had to swallow all his pride and shake his head again. Dragonstone was the safest place. It would be easier to control who came in and out of the island, and thus he could perhaps rest in ease. But there was an elephant in the room. How could he face his aunt again? 

“Aenys?” Alyssa squeezed his hand lightly, trying to bring his attention back to her. “What do you think?” she asked, worried. She knew what he was thinking, but hoped she was mistaken. She did not get along with his aunt either. 

“Dragonstone would be the safest place for you to go. I cannot risk your safety.” he said, and Alyssa sighed in disappointment. She could not argue. Visenya ran the castle so strictly, so harshly, that there was no room for error, for mishap. “Have the servants prepare your and Viserys’ things. I cannot risk another moment.”

“Aenys, I am not leaving without you. Either you come with us, or we all stay here.” she protested some more. It broke his heart to see her like this. Worried and stressed and unsure. It was all his fault. 

But he couldn’t just run away, he couldn’t abandon his capital, the throne his father had forged with dragonfire. They’d all laugh at him, the coward King, the abomination as they began to call him. But what choice did he have? He could not leave Alyssa and Viserys in harm’s way for the sake of his own bruised ego. 

The next few days he found himself unable to breathe, with the tension in the palace and the city reaching a new high. Home did not feel safe, because home was not safe. His mother wasn’t there to reassure him, and his father wasn’t there to protect him. It was like quicksand swallowing him whole and each attempt to pull himself out of it, it only pulled him down further. The only difference was that now, it was pulling Alyssa and their children down with him.

The people of the city were now fully against him, the high septon calling him a disgrace, a pretender who had no right to rule the seven kingdoms, an abomination. That’s what the man who tried to kill him believed, no doubt. The castle he was building was crumbling around him, leaving him in the middle of it all.

The Warrior’s sons had taken the sept of remembrance, the one on his mother’s hill, the one his father had built in her honour and her memory, and he stood there, doing nothing. His children were away from home, Rhaena without her dragon at his own insistence, a decision he was now regretting by the minute, as it would’ve been the only way for them to return to them unharmed. Alyssa was right to worry, right to doubt him. He had failed them again and again.

He had his servants prepare all his and his family’s most necessary items, but as he was rummaging through his rooms, he felt more lost than ever. How could one pack away all he deems important at a moment’s notice? Yes, he had clothes, but how could he leave behind his mother’s things? His father’s? 

His father was never one for frill and beauty, but his mother loved it. Everywhere in her rooms, in his rooms, there were trinkets, little pieces of her. How could he part with them? Her elaborate headpieces, her jewels, her books, her old quills, what would happen to them if he was not there to look after them? What if, in his absence, thieves broke in and stole them, or worse, what if those who now hated him just destroyed everything they could get their hands on? 

“Aenys, we’re not leaving forever, you do not have to pack every little thing.” Alyssa spoke softly, as she watched him from the comfort of the bed. She was still early in her pregnancy, but she needed all the rest she could get. Unlike him, she had managed to have everything packed in no time, and now she was trying to calm him down. 

“I know, I know…” he mumbled, nodding, but did not at all stop rummaging through the drawers. Alyssa was right, but he could not do it. He couldn’t let go of the pieces of his mother he was left with. King’s Landing was home. It was where he was born, where he was raised, and now he had to leave it behind, with no certainty of when he’d return. And of all places he had been to, Dragonstone felt suddenly so far away and grim. 

He wondered if Maegor had felt the same when he had to pack up his belongings within a day’s notice. This helplessness; this feeling of being lost, did he feel the same? No, he could not imagine his brother so attached to things to the point of stalling. He wondered what he’d say if he saw him right now. He’d scowl and berate him, just as he knew his aunt would do when they’d arrive to Dragonstone. He’d call him a coward, a shame, a pathetic weakling. 

“Aenys?” his wife called for his attention again, perhaps because she realised he had tears in his eyes. “We can call for the servants to pack the rest.” she suggested, hoping to calm his nerves. She went to get up, but he shook his head. 

“You do not have to get up. Just one more hour and I’m done, I promise.” he said, straightening his back. He couldn’t have Alyssa worrying about him as well. She was already worrying about so much, he did not wish to add more to her plate. Thankfully, she nodded, relaxing her head back on the pillows. 

There was a moment of comfortable silence, before the doors opened, revealing a curious Viserys, followed closely by his nursemaid. 

“Father, mother? Am I not to have my lessons today? At all?” he asked, barely able to hide his excitement. Aenys was well aware that Rhaena and Aegon would sometimes get Viserys out of his lessons with the maester to join them in their mischief, and he seemed to enjoy being included. He thanked every god that listened that their son did not pick up on the tense atmosphere, or if he did, he was not letting it affect him. 

“No, my dear.” Alyssa spoke up, opening her arms for their son to walk into. “We will sail to Dragonstone soon, and you will continue your lessons there, but until then, I want you with me at all times. Do you understand?” she asked him, cupping his cheeks. Her voice was calm, and Aenys was in awe of how she could pull herself together to appear strong for their young son. 

He wondered if he came across as calm, or strong. His father was always so calm, level headed, never afraid, not even when his mother was taken from them did he show any fear or uncertainty. Aenys took a shaky breath, feeling full of dread, and walked up to their son, ruffling his hair.

“It shall be a nice change of scenery.” he said, trying to mimic Alyssa’s steady tone. Again, much to his relief, Viserys nodded with excitement. He almost envied his little boy, as he was not yet fully aware of all the pressure and problems that plagued the adults, only concerned with his toys and his friends. 

As Viserys jumped onto the bed, explaining in heavy detail his plans to find an egg once they reached Dragonstone to Alyssa, Aenys turned his attention to the drawers in front of him. There was so much, too much to leave behind, all of the things he wanted to pass on to Rhaena when she was old enough. 

He did not know what to do with his eldest two. Would they be safer if they were to remain away from King’s Landing, or should he demand they go to Dragonstone as well? Would those who hated them assume that he’d call them back and thus ambush them on the way, or if they’d be tracked down no matter where they were? He had to swallow his pride and ask his aunt for help.

With shaking hands, he continued to pack.

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[buckevantommy]

gerrard's storyline is not sitting well with me.

if he was a new character this season - someone shitty we heard had bad history with the og 118 - and they decided to end his run with him listening to bobby and deciding to go against ortiz and then getting his dream job? i'd be fine with it. but bc we know what he was like in the begins eps, and bc his behaviour for most of the season so far backs up that he hasn't really changed, the end of 8x04 just feels like a fluffier alternate universe - and not one i'd prefer.

gerrard in 8x01 feels very different to the gerrard we met in 7x09, which makes me think they didn't know what they were going to do with his character last season and tim just winged it and opted for humour over angst - and i appreciate lighteheartedness in a show that can be too heavy for its own good sometimes, but it wasn't what i was expecting for him, and i mean that in a bad way bc what i mean is he feels ooc, like they teased a villain and then turned him into an ally that no one wanted, or at least can't swallow easily for the lack of buildup and conflict we could've gotten that eventually culminated in gerrard going against his partner in crime. but really, his redemption was not content i needed to exist, nor do i think it's good media considering his history with the og 118.

for my spn folks: i'd liken it to tim treating gerrard like crowley instead of lucifer or john.

this show does both darkness and light depending on where the plot is focused, and i think gerrard's storyline would've been better suited to something a little darker. again: love the levity and lightness when we do get it, but it felt misplaced in this instance.

i can understand if brian's contract for alotted episodes was up so they had to write him out - but there are other ways they could've done that: like get gerrard fired for real or forced into retirement. i can also understand tim just wanting to get the characters back in a happier place before we move forward with the rest of the season and whatever he has planned, but it still feels too rushed, too soon; i gladly would've taken 8x04 split into a 2-episode arc over the bloated, drawn-out, underwhelming planemergency.

i've read dozens of spec fics that handled both the planemergency and gerrard's presence in the storyline miles better than what tim gave us, so i guess i'm just frustrated to see the actual show not live up to the standards of the imagination of fans. contracts aside, it comes down to compelling and believable in-universe storytelling; feels like we're getting 'write by the seat of your pants' from tim and while that works well for humour it can't work for everything and it certainly doesn't feel good enough for the issues that were tied up in a nice neat bow in this ep.

i loved the bee ep. loved some of the first plane ep. loved most of 8x04 minus the few headscratcher moments with gerrard and surprise too-soon happy ending. i just hope that whatever lies ahead is given the time and care and consideration it deserves, given that we have a longer season and now little to no setup big plotpoints left.

[blueharborhq]

BLUE HARBOR'S 44TH ANNUAL PRIDE EVENT.

Blue Harbor Pride presents a wide array of activities to celebrate Pride, including its infamous Parade, where all roads will lead to a festival full of fantastic fun! From live bands performing on our Rally Stage, bar space, street food and other local vendors, the town will not just be blue for the day, but an array of bright colors that provides a safe, positive place for all of us to sing, dance, party and celebrate who we are!

IC DETAILS.

LOCATION: Cardinal Hill, Blue Harbor.

DATE: June 23rd, 2024.

PARADE TIME: 11am - 12pm.

FESTIVAL TIME: 12pm - 7pm. Celebrations and special sales continue into the evening in nearby bars & restaurants.

RALLY STAGE TIME: 3pm - 10pm.

The parade begins at Blue Harbor City Hall heading south on Central Row. It makes a left on Bishop Street towards the river, then left on Finch Street. It continues north on Carmine Way to Nightingale Avenue, where it turns right and ends at the festival grounds. The parade features floats from local businesses such as Aurora, Tres Amigos, and Happy Tails, marching bands and enthusiastic Blue Harbor residents.

Following the parade's conclusion, make your way over to the festival grounds where multiple community groups distribute a wide variety of information, including job opportunities, housing options, disease prevention and screening, legal rights and services, etc. Inside there will also be local vendors selling pride-themed product where a portion of the profit goes directly towards said community groups! Admission is $10, cash only.

An admission wristband also grants you access to our Rally Stage, where you can catch live performances of all sorts thanks to the sponsorship and help of 104.5 Harbor FM and eager station employees!

If you get hungry, there is also a food court located within the festival grounds, featuring trucks from Blue Harbor favorites.

OOC DETAILS.

EVENT LENGTH: 23rd June — 30th June 2024.

START TIME: 12pm ( est ), 5pm ( gmt ).

If you are participating in the event, previous threads do not have to be paused or dropped. You can continue with normal interactions as usual.

Please tag all event related starters with our tag, #event.bh, and be sure to give some love to available open starters if applicable!

Any questions regarding this event can be directed to the main or either admin on Discord.

FLOATS / VENDORS / LIVE MUSIC ↓

AURORA — The dance-club not only has its own float this year, but will be hosting a Silent Disco at the festival, ongoing from 2pm - closing! Entry included with festival admission, 18+ (special wristbands for 21+ given)

BLUE HARBOR COMMUNITY HOSPITAL — Raising awareness to have as an equally safe time as a good time, various volunteers will be offering free advice, STI/STD tests, and contraception for all those interested!

BRIGHT SPARKS — The community hub will have its own stall, providing an area for the younger folk celebrating to participate in arts and crafts sessions, and give people a safe space to enjoy the festivities with friends and family alike!

CHILLED CREAMERY — Various ice creams including their limited edition Pride flavors will be on offer at their stall during the festival, and keep an eye out for freebies that may be thrown out from their parade float!

HAPPY TAILS — A float featuring all beloved furry friends, the pet shop will also have a stall up at the festival to give guests a chance to paw-lunteer, as well as the opportunity to purchase limited-edition Pride merchandise for their own pets!

THE LABYRINTH — The artisanal cocktail bar will be providing specially themed cocktails at the festival! All proceeds will be going to the various community groups being supported by this year's festival.

LATTE LOVE — Need a little pick me up? Be sure to stop by Latte Love's pop up stall to enjoy a limited edition Rainbow Frap, with a portion of the proceeds being donated directly to Bright Sparks!

MIC DROP! — Sing it loud and sing it proud with Mic Drop!'s sing-a-long parade float, belting out the best pop bangers that have shaped our community. Want to keep the party going? Keep an eye out for their car-aoke van in Cardinal Hill throughout the day!

THRIFT HAVEN — Providing various outfits perfect for Pride, the thrift store will have a booth set up for you to add color to your wardrobe! All proceeds will be going to charity.

TRES AMIGOS — One of the most beloved vendors in the city, Tres Amigos will be proving street-food classics, including tacos, tamales and, if you fancy something sweet, churros!

CHARACTER PORTRAITS — Bringing architectural precision to the delicate art of portraiture, renowned architect and Blue Harbor University lecturer Terry Lowenstein will be offering 10-minute live sketch portrait sessions at Blue Harbor's Pride Event. Their booth will be open from 3 to 6 pm, and all donations (recommended in the range of $15–$20) will go towards supporting Blue Harbor's community groups in need.

LIVE MUSIC

The following performers featured on the Rally Stage throughout the day will be:

DANCING QUEEN: AN ABBA SALUTE — takes the stage from 3:00pm to 4:00pm.

AQUA — takes the stage from 4:30pm to 5:30pm.

DANTE KIDD — takes the stage from 6:00pm to 7:00pm.

DRAG SHOWCASE FT. CLARE VOYANT, APRIL SHOWERS, ROSÉ BLUSH AND OTHER PERFORMERS OF AURORA — takes the stage from 7:30pm to 8:30pm.

OPHELIA DANIELS DJ SET— takes the stage from 9:00pm to 10:00pm.

[iustitians]

ooc; biannual status report

I mean, idk if it'll end up actually being biannual, we'll see. But I figured that now that he's been around for half a year (damn time flies), it's a good time for an update.

First off: Neuvillette's blog has received a fresh look, and all of his pages have been updated. Feel free to take a look if you want!

Second: thread tracking. To start with, I owe plenty folks an apology for how long I've been taking with some of those. The muse had a quiet time, to be honest - Neuvillette refused to come out of his office for all of April and most of May. But he and I are back full swing now, and I will be getting to the backlog I have not yet cleared very soon, with a goal of clearing it before the lore part of the event begins.

Under the cut are the threads that I consider active and ongoing. Please don't look at the ping as me rushing you or anything if the thread is in your court! This is just for both your and my information. If there is a thread here that you'd like to drop, by all means, let me know - I do not mind at all. If we have a thread going and it's not here, please also tell me - try though I may, I'm nowhere near as organized as Neuvillette is and I may have missed it.

Thank you all for your patience, and for being here! I'm excited to continue writing with all of you.

Active threads

Over and Under - Wriothesley @dukemeropide (partner's turn)

Do You Want to Build a Sandcastle? - Kaveh @aesthetecomplex (partner's turn)

The Explosion Will Be Otterly Devastating - Cyno @sumerananubis (partner's turn)

Of Raindrops Falling Abundant - Lumine @lightcffireflies (my turn)

I Think We're Gonna Have to Kill This Guy Monsieur Neuvillette - Navia @dellarosula (my turn)

Let's Do It Baby I Know the Law - Rosaria @rosarots (my turn)

Can We Stop Blowing Up Research Institutes, Please - Alhaitham @inscryptions (my turn)

Herbology for Melusines - Qiqi @qihuaque (my turn)

Lantern Rite - Wriothesley (partner's turn)

Ripples - Kaveh (partner's turn)

Hydro DPS Politician Communication - Kamisato Ayato @mabiku (my turn)

Deep Diving - Sedene @sedena (my turn)

It Takes Three - Rosaria & Kamisato Ayato (Ayato's turn)

[exitiumhq]

✧ ― the greatest show on earth: event003 ― ✧

Thanks to the lowered inhibitions caused by our pesky carnival guests, the event has slowly descended into chaos with honesty and low inhibitions running rampant. Not only is the truth on the rise, but unfortunately for our attendees the slugs have begun transferring themselves from host to host. While most are enjoying themselves far too much to even question it, some others might have started to suspect that something wasn’t quite right. 

As darkness falls over the carnival, the use of the ultraviolet lights on some of the rides has alerted the town folk to an alarming revelation of slug trails. (Still gross), following the trails, attendee’s are able to find those infected and start extracting the slugs and destroying them.

How do you get rid of a parasitic slug, you ask? The only real way to get rid of these pesky parasites is from a mild electric shock, enough of a buzz to coax the slugs out, far enough to be grabbed and extracted. Destroying them is equally as important because they will happily slither of and find somebody else to infect.

OOC INFORMATION:

We're going to be using a few additional days to begin wrapping up event threads and getting rid of the slugs, so the carnival will be officially ending on 05/31 (but continuing threads past this time is optional)

Thanks for hanging with us on this wild ride everybody! Stay funky!

-admins alexis & andi

[hellsmouthhq]

TURN RIGHT | HELLSMOUTH EVENT 1.

the party had been a smash hit. not that it had the chance to fail with free drinks being handed out to the underage. it was hard to pinpoint when the first drops of rain begun, many were too drunk to even realize and those who were sober didn't think too much of it. the sky changed from clear to cloudy with such haste one could be forgiven for not noticing, drunk or not. the speed of which was nothing short of unworldly.

light trickles of rain soon turned into a haze of water pounding down from the sky. drinks became watered, smores became soggy and the burning bonfire was snuffed out. as one could imagine, the party died without even a whimper. just as rapidly as the rain begun, it morphed into a raging storm. many of the fleeing party goers finding shelter in their nearby school ( how they got inside was a question no one asked, they were just grateful for the safety of it ).

before the storm even began, however. before anyone had even left ──── a young woman on the verge of graduation had fled. elena gilbert had called her parents to take her home when a future she feared to face finally came into focus. so, into the woods miranda and grayson gilbert went, whisking their eldest child away from the choices she had come to regret.

it very well could have been plenty of things that changed the outcome of this night. whether it was a distracting thought, a stumble in the wrong direction, a blink in the wrong moment, perhaps it was miranda gilbert being warned the wickery bridge needed some reconstruction or it could have been grayson gilbert injuring his knee from tripping on the wrong rock with miranda being behind the wheel instead. it could have been as simple as making a left turn, instead of TURNING RIGHT.

the gilberts were not on wickery bridge on may 23rd. they didn't drown. however the storm still raged, and a different path could still have the same destination.

the explanation could have been as tragic as hydroplaning or even as simple as bad driving. some would call it destiny, others would call it the hellmouth beginning to grin. grayson gilbert's volvo s series sedan slid. then it spun. there was no control to be taken back, and a small bump in the road THRASHED the car onto it's side. just maybe, if that had been the end of it... then the story wouldn't continue. but there's too many paragraphs remaining for that to be so.

there could have been more survivors, and in the timeline where the gilbert family drove on the wickery bridge instead, there was. in that timeline, their volvo s series sedan never crashed on the street, but rather into the water. in that timeline, there were still plenty of teenagers that had fled the storm driving under the influence, but they had escaped with only scrapes and bruises.

that timeline, however was gone. in its place, on the night of may 23rd, there was a pile up. one car crashing into another, some dying on impact and others with grievous injuries. then there were the gilberts, the very first car among them. grayson gilbert, in the passenger seat, having survived with remarkably minor injuries. miranda gilbert, the driver, her head knowing into the steering wheel and a resulting coma alongside the other injuries she'd obtain. then there was elena gilbert. poor elena gilbert. dead at 18.

this wasn't how the timeline was supposed to go. yet, in the same breath, the past is immutable. what once was could not be changed, and so forth, they have become something entirely new .

OOC INFORMATION.

this concludes our first event ladies, gentleman and non-binary folk !

with this event & plot drop many things have changed.

for all those who are aware of the doppelganger's significance, they are now aware the timeline is altered beyond repair. nothing from their future of 2031 is set in stone.

elena gilbert is officially deceased.

if its so wished by the mun, other muses could have been impacted by the pile up through injury or loss. a great amount of the graduating class died that night, and just as many were injured.

feel free to post new starters concerning the ramifications of the event, whether it be reactions to the loss of life or certainty in the timeline.

if there are any questions or concerns don't be afraid to shoot a message to main.

[verumfm]

━◈ UPDATE on … the end of chapter i! with this post, we’ve officially concluded our event. we ask that everyone refrain from starting new chapter i threads, but members are allowed to continue existing threads. please see under the cut for additional ic and ooc details.

there were once tales, as ancient and forgotten as when verum once stood alone in the valley. new year’s eve was not a celebration, but a warning. candles were blown out as the swollen moon arched heavy over the sky. windows were shuttered against the whispering winds.

demons were able to appear in their true forms en masse due to the veil between worlds being thin on new year’s eve. they will not be able to do so again to wreak havoc amongst the townspeople, but keep in mind that this isn’t something known. as far as people are concerned it can happen again.

tension and paranoia are running high as word begins to spread that demons can in fact appear as humans. neighbor begins to eye neighbor in suspicion.

deputy headmaster benjamin langmuir and mayor sidhant sharda meet in private to discuss what moves are to be made to protect and settle people. they have a disagreement on how best to handle the situation.

OOC DETAILS

the in-game date is now january to february of 933. the new verum school year semester begins in mid february. students are welcome on school property and may take winter break lessons before the term begins if necessary.

as many demons take on humanoid forms to mask their true forms, folks may begin to see faces that they have not previously seen prior to the mudslide. these may or may not be demons living amongst the people of cynefin and verum academy.

we’ll allow everyone to settle into the new reality with the demons and the mudslide before we introduce a new plot drop.

as a reminder, the mudslide happened in early to mid december. no one has been able to come in or out of verum since then—except for the demons.