#she did the same quiz and got persephone

[beemintty]

ok ok do a quiz on what greek god you are. I just confirmed that my girlfriend --the love of my life-- is indeed my soulmate.

[simplegenius042]

What do your OCs carry on their person? + "What Kind Of Suffering Is Your OC?" Quiz

Tagged by @inafieldofdaisies @socially-awkward-skeleton and @deputy-morgan-malone for the former and tagged by @adelaidedrubman and @g0dspeeed for the latter.

Tagging @shallow-gravy @strangefable @jillvalentinesday @josephslittledeputy @derelictheretic @voidika @onehornedbeast @vampireninjabunnies-blog @minilev @neverthesameneveranother @nightbloodbix @wrathfulrook @direwombat @chazz-anova @cassietrn and @strafethesesinners

(I can't seem to tag @josephseedismyfather's blog, are they alright?)

The quiz can be found here.

Will do the main protagonists of my series (The UnTitledverse, Far Cry The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters and Wings And Horns).

Joaquin Cobalt (during Phase One, at least) -> Joaquin has got a short sword, a pocketknife, a revolver, ammo for the revolver, paperclips and bobby pins (for lockpicking), a notepad he uses to take notes of the universe he's stuck in, any deodorant, shampoo and conditioner he can find, testosterone prescriptions, rations, canteen of water, any spare clothes he can buy (or steal/scavenge... he is likely being hunted by the Chairman at this point in his life after all, and currency doesn't always stay the same in each universe), three polaroid pictures that all include himself with Lisa, Maisie and Mario & Calvin, respectively. He has a scarf, boots, an umbrella and goggles for extra protection from the environment. Also a mechanical contraption that allows him to travel to a different universe (he's trying to get back to his old original one). He also has specialized binoculars that can switch to nightvision when needed.

Sylvester Silva Omar -> On person Silva usually has a handgun, an ornate knife called the "Silver Dragon" (something she took from Paul), regular binoculars, two radios (one to coordinate with the Resistance and listen in on Eden's Gate, the other to call Kamski because her flip phone doesn't have any service, LOL), her now useless Nokia flip phone, her house key to Omar's Residence (where she spends her time alone and unbothered, having meals, showers and rest, as well as hiding from the Christmas snow), Elsa's lodge key, her deputy badge, cuffs (which she forgets she has on until much, much later), her golden locket (inside it is the only remaining picture that Elsa took of Silva with Irene and an infant Persephone), a small backpack (which usually holds extra clothes, a water bottle, medical supplies from Kamski as well as additional weapons and ammo), gas mask for when she eventually decides she's sick of the Bliss' bullshit (after being attacked by an angel or bear that she thought was a civilian for the umpteenth time). She did have prescribed medicine for her PTSD, but that has since run out, and the Hope County Clinic had either been pillaged by Eden's Gate or can't replenish their supplies since the county is on lockdown. She does have Joseph's Word for a while before giving it back to Faith. Eventually Silva also gets glasses between her time in the bunker after the Collapse and during Old Dusk (the New Dawn arc), as well as a crossbow (because I think she deserves one), not to mention the ring.

Haoyu Anabuki - Haoyu is the one with the least amount of shit. A wallet, phone (which has a screenshot of the Literature Club as the opening image which includes Haoyu themself, their sibling Monika, and both their friends Sayori, Yuri and Natsuki), antibiotics and reading glasses is the most you get from them. Anything else is stashed in their little pocket dimension. I'm sure the others here would be looking to kick Haoyu's ass for being the second person with the least amount of stuff to carry.

Archangel Metatron - Because first goes to Metatron, a literal archangel who's clothes are part of his disguise, and only really has a flaming sword to worry about.

BONUS Azriel - Poor girl doesn't have enough pockets to carry every shiny thing she sees. But to recap; in Azriel's years as an Angel of Death, she only carried around a hood, cloak and two sickles. Justified, she's technically dead and an immortal soul doing Death's deeds, so she's kind of omnipresent and omnipotent. But in her mortal years as a child, she tries to pocket and carry way too many things, sometimes her own creations, and has a bayonet pistol as well as several explosives she built or stole herself. As an adult, Azriel has heavier weapons (like a bayonet minigun) and better explosives, plus cogs and other doohickeys that she uses as accessories or utilizes for uses not for their initial purpose (like a hair tie). She also has hair dye just in case her dark hair starts showing again. And plenty of fake badges and ID card.

Now onwards to the suffering of the Antagonists! Since I just did the protagonists I thought it was only fair the antagonists got to shine.

First up!

Edward Carmine (The UnTitledverse, The Perfect Storm saga)

While I do agree that Edward is experiencing a kind of despair, he is too focused on his own superiority-complex to even consider that this isn't healthy. He is too ambitious to worry about trivial things like hope. He is too unsympathetic and without empathy towards his own downfalls to even reflect on his actions. Edward believes the world works a certain way, and he will have it focused on him whether it likes it or not.

Father Adam Omar (Far Cry The Silver Chronicles, Silva's Hope fic)

Adam Omar is the result of living up to the horrible expectations of a shitty society based on class (that he proceeds to make worse), groomed by the previous Prophet Omar and the Voice with words of importance and righteousness, as well as several unspecified disorders (plus biological factors) that the Congregation could care less about doing anything about. Though these do not at all justify any of the heinous shit he does to everyone, including his own children. Proceeding, "The Taker" most definitely describes Adam. Though I highly doubt Adam would ever change his mindset, especially when it has proven successful for him thus far.

Sir Enigma Malvolio (Life Despair & Monsters)

I'm unsure about this one. Malvolio really is the person who spreads despair on anyone he meets through his unethical "social experiments". He's a creature from an alternate dimension disguised as a human, I highly doubt he believes in concepts like "hope" and "religion". He is hooked entirely on the unethical side of science. He wants to help humans "evolve" but really he wants to satisfy his own "itch" and twisted curiosity (plus his Darwinist/dog-eat-dog ideology).

Xiang Ba'al (Wings And Horns, Original Work)

Xiang, a demon from the Sloth Ring of Hell, the last creature anyone, not even Metatron, would expect to go on a mission to dismantle the Soulmate System after he sees the consequences of it after finding the damned soul of a ten-year-old girl named Jezebel (that he adopts) wandering in Hell after a horrible confrontation in the mortal realm. Xiang believes he is giving humans an opportunity to remove their soulmarks (or soulbrands, which are arguably worse), which in his POV, is a curse that has plagued the mortal realms for far too long. Problem is (besides the extremism and forcing people to do so against their will) Xiang doesn't have a lot of runes nor the energy to power those runes (due to being a Sloth Demon) in order to successfully eradicate the soulmate system (leaving him to comprise a plan to make as much noise as possible to show the Gods that "hey, your system is broken beyond repair!"). While Jezebel dislikes the extremism, she finds Xiang caring enough for her to dismantle a system that completely fucked her over despite the consequences he could face is very touching. It's the thought that counts, in Jezebel's opinion.

And BONUS...

Urijah Callaghan (The UnTitledverse, The Omniscience Rule and The UnTitled Ventures sagas)

Urijah has an extremely nihilistic outlook in life, not helping that Madame Callaghan (his parental figure/kidnapper) pushes him further into this extreme form of nihilism. He did care at one point. He really did. But now to him, nothing matters. Except for his mission to wipe the multiverse and everyone in it from existence with a bomb he designed. Even his companions from Cognito, Inc. Including his closest companion, Reagan Ridley. He views it as a kind of mercy than living under Zachariah's cruel and callous hand.

[v-poreons]

kova's backstory is so sad, like I knew it was sad but reading that still :((( anyways more kova lore bc I'm invested

I can talk about the campaign he was in then! :))

I'm so mad Tumblr deleted everything I wrote hold on while I try to fix this

Basically what I said before was so fucking long I simply can't rewrite it in as comprehensive a way i did before so this is gonna be a lot shorter I'm PISSED.

I don't remember everything that happened in the campaign because it was four years ago but the party was me as Kova, Asher (Wood Elf Ranger), Lan (Changeling ((in the form of a High Elf)) Fighter), Mislia (Tiefling Sorcerer), and Savory (Tiefling Monk, we had an inside joke that Kova spells her name Savoury).

We were on a job delivering some stuff from one town to another I believe when we were attacked by some goblins who we beat the absolute shit out of. Lan was checking one of the goblins when she found a ring with an eye symbol engraved on it. She put it on and it latched itself to her finger and shot a beam of light into the woods, presumably for us to follow. We hid our wagon and set up camp in a cave for the night. I don't remember who was on watch but we were ambushed by some Dark Elves who took us to the Underdark to their queen who welcomed us and decided to throw a party in our honor.

We were all varying degrees of intoxicated but Kova, who was nursing his first cup of ale since he hates drinking since it inhibits his reasoning skills and he was a little wary of the whole thing. Lan also was suspicious so the two chatted for a bit and planned to do some investigating together later. When we had been escorted to our rooms we found out that we had been magically locked in so we found a way to bypass the spell and sneaked out with the rest of the party, but we were caught and taken into the throne room where the queen revealed she had led us here for a reason. She activated a big rune on the floor and we all blacked out. Then when we woke up our skin was translucent and you could see our skeletons under our skin because plot twist we were dead and had been sent to the underworld (the reveal slapped so hard david if ur seeing this u popped off so hard)

We ended up having to do like a gladiator type match where Kova and Lan created the legendary knife cube combo (Kova casts cloud of daggers Lan throws enemies into the cube and theyre promptly turned into bad guy soup). We won and were brought before Hades and Persephone (Kova and Savory charmed her because they're both nice :) ) and then we were thrown in prison because Hades had a stick up his ass.

We met Brutus and Milquetoast in jail and decided to do a prison break I'm not sure exactly how it went but it involved the warden and a prison riot and Lan killed the warden and was inexplicably drawn to this dark spooky hallway which supposedly held Thanatos but when she reached the end of the corridor all that was there were empty chains.

We had a sick ass chariot race with Hades and Lan flipped him the bird as we escaped down a big cavernous hole in the ground. We woke up at the bottom and learned if we wanted out we each had to go through trials to judge our characters.

I don't remember the exact order we went in but Mislia's was a fight with their ex wife and ended with them choosing Savory's life over the ex, Savory's took place in her old monastery which she had been banned from, Asher's was a puzzle that ended in a fight with his former friend and leader (who happened to be his player's other character from a different campaign remember this it's important), and Lan's (which was the last trial and also the last session since we unfortunately didn't finish the campaign) took place in her childhood hometown but everyone but her had lost their memories and she had to convince us all to come with her and get our memories back.

Kova's was a quiz show type trial during which we would gain or lose things (body parts, knowledge/memories, items, etc.) The trouble with playing a character who's smarter than you is when ur DM asks you what the components are to an X level Wizard spell (something Kova would probably know but I sure as hell didn't) you end up spinning the bad wheel (a la taz suffering game) and losing Kova's harmonica which was a gift from his dead friends dead daughter. Also it got turned to ash :)

The game show host ended up being Medusa and we killed the hell out of her and Lan and Kova struck the final blows.

I ended up asking the DM what the campaign would have gone like from the last session and he said the twist would have been that Brutus was Thanatos and I don't remember how but he could not longer continue being Thanatos so Lan, who had the ring, would be given the choice to become the new god of death or not.

From there we have two endings:

The 'canon' ending, in which Lan accepts her role and remains in the underworld while the rest of the living party members return to their lives. Kova is alone and lonely returning to his travels but has healed somewhat and learns to accept people into his heart again.

In the ending where Lan refuses, the party returns to the living world and parts ways. Lan and Kova reluctantly separate since Kova wishes to keep traveling and seeing the world but Lan is exhausted by everything that has happened in her life up until this point and just wants to settle down. The two visit from time to time but reminisce on their past and wonder how they could have remained close and developed their relationship (art in the video is drawn by Lan's player lil.bunny.prince on Instagram)

In both endings (and here's where you remember that importance regarding Asher's trial), because the story has established that it takes place in the same world as another campaign, Kova meets

Gwyn, and becomes a father figure to her and essentially adopts her. They're perfect for each other. Gwyn was cast from her clan and disowned by her family, and now she finally has a solid adult figure in her life who loves and accepts her and helps her overcome her fears of rejection and accidentally hurting the people she cares about. Kova has lost so much and with Gwyn he is able to raise her like he would have helped raise Iris and learns to overcome his survivors guilt and both of their scars and trauma heal together I love them so much.

Kova does outlive Gwyn by a couple hundred years (damn dnd lifespans) and whichever direction his life goes his endings are always bittersweet but he is able to heal despite always feeling a little sad and when he gets older he settles in a nice town and owns a library. And obviously his canon storyline isn't sad enough so I have aus for that (villain au my beloved). ❤

[strawberryjmilk]

muse | hwang hyunjin

words: 1357

college!au, non idol!au mythology major!reader

Greek Mythology wasn't something Hyunjin was particularly interested in. But, he had an open spot on his schedule and needed to do something during that hour. Hyunjin sighed and hoisted his bag further up his shoulder before entering the nearly empty classroom.

Hyunjin plopped down into a desk near the window, fully prepared to just sleep the hour away. However, a cough disrupted his eyes from closing. Looking up, he saw you. You with your eyebrows perched and a light glare on your eyes. But, you, who seemed to shine and glow in ways Hyunjin didn't know people could.

"You're in my seat," you spoke. Your voice was soft but it was firm - you'd argue to the depths of the Underworld just to get what you wanted. Hyunjin copied your posture - eyebrows crumpled and sneer on his lips.

"You could literally sit anywhere else," Hyunjin spoke. You rolled your eyes before they met his again, head on. It weakened Hyunjin to the core - how was someone even allowed to look as good as you?

"That's my seat," you spoke firmly. Placing your hand lightly on the desk and leaning forward, you glared at the boy in front of you. "I've sat in this same desk for Norse and Chinese mythology; I'm going to sit here for Greek mythology, too. Get up."

"If it'll get you to stop whining," Hyunjin rolled his eyes. He merely scooted two desks away from you, slouching down in his desk. Hyunjin didn't miss the small smile on your face as you happily sat down in your desk. He didn't miss the slight infatuation that coursed through him, either.

"Can anyone name the twelve gods that reside on Olympus?" Your teacher asked. When no ones hand raised, she deflated slightly in disappointment. It seemed like everyone there was just like Hyunjin - in for an easy grade. When her eyes landed on you, though, she brightened in the slightest. "Y/N!"

"Zeus, Poseidon and Hades, also known as 'the big three'," you spoke plainly. You were fidgeting with your pencil, eyes casted to the window. "Hera, Athena, Ares, Aphrodite, Apollo, Demeter, Artemis, Hermes, Hephaestus, and Dionysus. Although, some add Hestia instead."

"Right!" Your teacher cheered. You felt a smile crawl on your face - you'd had the same teacher for all of your mythology classes and she was always so happy to teach the subject. "Does anyone know the nine muses? Or what a muse is?"

"Isn't a muse something that inspires you?" Hyunjin spoke up. He wanted to impress you - for some odd and completely random reason, he wanted to impress you. And it wasn't because you looked really cute when you looked at him in shock - absolutely not.

"It is!" Your teacher beamed. She was excited to have at least two students interested in her class. She turned to write on the chalkboard, quick, loopy writing being seen. "And the nine muses? They are?"

"Calliope," you began. You were leaning back in your seat now and your focus was on the pencil you were twirling around nonchalantly. With a sigh, you allowed your gaze to drift out of the window once more. "Clio, Erato, Euterpe, Melpomene, Polyhymnia, Terpsichore, Thalia, and Urania."

"Yes, Y/N!" Your teacher cheered. Turning back to the chalkboard, she wrote down each name you just said. Beside them, she wrote each thing they represented. "Today, we're going to be focusing on these nine muses!"

Hyunjin only watched as you scribbled notes lazily, not glancing away from your open notebook.

Hwang Hyunjin was not a curious boy. He didn't think of other people a lot and he certainly never had crushes. Hyunjin focused on himself and the underground club he visited. [And his best friend who nagged him about chemistry homework, but Hyunjin would never admit that.]

So why was Hyunjin's mind still wandering to you, a complete stranger, only three days after not seeing you.

Hyunjin groaned and raked a hand through his hair in frustration. He almost slammed his head against the library table in front of him when you clouded his thoughts once again. But you looked so, so cute with that faint smile of yours as you listened to your mythology teacher ramble on. A hand whacked the back of Hyunjin's head lightly, but still enough to sting a little.

"Stop making so much noise, dumb boy," a voice spoke up. Hyunjin never understood how he was so close to Bubble - how hadn't they gotten on each other's nerves yet? "And open your text book - you can't learn through osmosis." 

"I might be able to," Hyunjin mumbled in response. Hyunjin sighed and sat up in his seat, his chin leaning in his hand. "Hey Bubble, how did you know you liked Chan?"

"Don't ask me those questions," was the grumbled reply Hyunjin received. Bubble's pink cheeks were hidden with a chemistry book but Hyunjin could still tell a blush was present. "But, I don't know. I just knew, I guess. Why?"

"There's this person in my mythology class," Hyunjin admitted. He began to twirl his pencil around, a small smile on his face as he remembered you doing the same thing. "And I can't stop thinking of that stupid, cute smile."

"You dumb boy," Bubble sighed. Hyunjin's poor head was hit lightly once more as he pouted. "Just admit you have a crush and get back to work."

Hyunjin sat behind you this time so he could watch as you daydreamed absentmindedly. No one noticed the small smile on his face as he watched your eyes dance across the field outside. No one mentioned how entirely whipped Hyunjin seemed to be for you.

"Staring is rude," you said quietly. Sure, you weren't going to mention the fact that he was staring at you. You would've brushed it off like you didn't notice if it didn't make a warm blush trickle onto your cheeks. You could see Hyunjin's own cheeks flush pink as his eyes widened. "You're still staring, Hyunjin."

"Sorry," he replied softly. You looked at him again from the corner of your eye - you were curious as to why he sat behind you. But, you said nothing as you watched him pretend to copy the notes your teacher was writing. "Now you're staring."

"I'm just thinking," you spoke. You sighed and wrote about Persephone and Hades, mind wandering as your attention was elsewhere. Hwang Hyunjin was not what you expected him to be. He was soft spoken and delicate but he looked rustic and intimidating. Truthfully, Hwang Hyunjin was oh, so pretty and you were easily trapped in his gaze.

You shook your thoughts away before you got your hopes up.

A bag was placed in front of you as you read through your mythology notes. A test was coming up, and although you knew each myth by heart, you still wanted to study just to make sure. The once peace and quiet in the library was broken by the black haired boy who was the center of your thoughts.

"Y/N," you liked how he said your name. You merely glanced up as Hyunjin sat across from you, his own notes sprawled across the table. "Could you help me study?"

"You seem to be doing fine," you replied once you noticed the small quiz on top of his notes. It was branded with a bright red high grade and Hyungjin's cheeks were flushed as he cleared his throat.

"Maybe I just want to spend time with you, then," Hyunjin spoke quietly after a moment. He bit his lip as his cheeks flushed further - you never knew the boy to be so shy. Sighing, his eyes met yours as you froze. "I kind of adore you, if you haven't noticed."

"Just kind of?" You automatically breathed in reply. Hyunjin only grinned before he slowly allowed his fingers to loop through yours. You looked to your intertwined hands and where they landed in the middle of the table. Your gaze met Hyunjin's again as he squeezed your hand lightly.

"Maybe more than just kind of."

hello i love hwang hyunjin and greek mythology that is all but i hope you enjoyed! also a lil shoutout to @seventeen-teen-teen-trash - the idea of nicknames for y/n were fully inspired by this seventeen college!au im completely in love w your writing oml thank you for reading!!  ♡♡

more college!aus here: CHAN | WOOJIN | MINHO | CHANGBIN | JISUNG | HYUNJIN | FELIX | SEUNGMIN | JEONGIN

[symphonyofmars]

House of the Dead 13

Day in the life.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, NOTE

MASTERLIST

Word count: 2,554

Fandom: Riverdale

Characters: Malachi, OC (Woman), Archie, Betty, Veronica, Jughead, Cheryl, Toni, Penny

Pairings: Cannon show pairings (as of the end of season 2), Malachi/OC

Warnings: None for this chapter. Future violence, future smut. Don’t worry though, we’ll get there.

Wednesday, the week after. Malachi sat in his usual seat behind Persephone in their English class. The class was working through The Crucible and were busy watching the 1996 film adaptation. “Busy” was probably not the correct word, as most of the students weren’t even paying attention, opting instead to text their friends or browse through their MySpace for some kind of personality quiz post to kill the time. The teacher was properly busy, she sat at her desk grading papers as the movie ran, while more than one student had fallen asleep at their desk in the dark room.

Persephone leaned with her cheek on her hand as she alternated between watching the movie and doodling in her notebook. She liked The Crucible, she really did, it was intense and dramatic, and she already knew that the play was Miller’s commentary on the Red Scare and that he took a huge risk to his own safety to try to explain to people why mob rule and paranoia was not the basis for solving problems. She could respect the story and its author for all of that. However, she was bored because she and Malachi had already rented the movie at the library and watched it at her house the Saturday before after he admitted he was having a hard time reading the play format during class. Also, she had hoped to discuss more of the book in class and wanted to get Malachi involved in the conversation, and instead the teacher stopped their reading for the day so they could watch the movie. As she doodled, she wondered if the teacher was lazy or was just tired of all the teenaged giggling that inevitably took place during some of the dialogue due to the dated phrasing and unfortunate word choices. Not even actually unfortunate, just unfortunate enough that immature high school students could find something to laugh at.

Persephone felt Malachi’s hand on her shoulder, and watched as the note he dropped fell into her lap. His hand lingered for a moment on her neck his warm touch making her wish the period were already over, before retreating back to his own desk. She smiled, thankful for the distraction, and opened the note.

IT IS MY NAAAAME!! Malachi had written, one of the last lines of the play. A line that, despite its power and importance in both the play and Miller’s feelings on the political atmosphere at the time, was somewhat ridiculous out of context. Or even in context. Daniel Day-Lewis could get out of hand.

She stifled a laugh and responded, pretending to fidget with her bra strap as she let the paper fall onto his desk.

You’re terrible. Accompanied by a drawing of a face with the tongue sticking out.

You don’t seem to think I’m so bad.

Ha. Maybe I’m lying to you. Like a lying liar.

Are you?

Nah.

Bored by the movie?

Yeah, man. I’m wishing we hadn’t watched it, lol.

Same.

A second paper fell onto Persephone’s desk.

I almost forgot, I told my grandma I thought it was time you two met.

You didn’t tell her I asked why we hadn’t?

I hope you don’t mind if I let her think she finally got to me.

Ha. No.

Cool. So we’re going to have to miss Bleeker’s this Friday because that’s when she wants to make dinner.

Sounds good. The ‘gang’ might be a little sad though.

They’re big boys and girls, I’m sure they’ll survive. Also, if you could not call it that in front of my grandma, that would be great. Great was underlined twice.

Of course.

Unless you want to be giving my eulogy next Monday.

lol

You’ll be a teenaged widow. Sounds like a Suzy Q and the Greasers song.

Persephone crumpled up the paper and tossed it at his face. He laughed as it hit him and landed on the desk.

OMG, MAL.

“Mr. Alvarez, Ms. MacPherson,” a voice in the front of the room said sternly. “Why do I see papers being thrown in your area?”

“I was littering, Mrs. Thomlison, and Persephone was telling me I should recycle.” Malachi answered quickly.

In the short time it took him to answer, Persephone’s blood had gone cold. How the hell did she notice them when she hadn’t noticed the obvious snoring in the back of the class?

“If I see it again I’m going to separate you.”

“It won’t happen again, Mrs. Thomlison.”

He shoved the note into his pocket.

Malachi, confused by Persephone’s stillness, looked to the teacher first and when he saw she had gone back to her grading moved to touch Persephone’s shoulder.

“Are you okay?” He whispered.

“Maybe we should stop passing notes,” she admitted. “I don’t want to get booted out of the class into whatever class is lower than ‘regular students’.”

He looked for her hands, as they were clasped together in her lap, and tugged on her sleeve until she gave and let him capture it in his own. He looked to the teacher again, still grading and not paying attention. “If you get kicked out of the class, I’ll just do something stupid and be put in the ‘problem class’ with you.”

“That wouldn’t help my college prospects.”

“Maybe not.” He thought for a moment as he interlaced his fingers into her own. “But you wouldn’t be lonely.”

She sighed. She didn’t know if it was that he tried to be a good boyfriend and always said the right thing, or if maybe it was just effortless to him.

“Hey. Where’s Mal?” Sophie asked as she sat across from Persephone at the lunch table.

Persephone looked up from her book. “Hey. He had some kind of lunchtime meeting in his Auto class or something.”

Sophie looked around. “Ah, yeah. I don’t see Liam either.”

Persephone also looked around and nodded before returning to her book.

“Can I sit here?” A voice asked at a near whisper.

They looked up.

Violet stood, almost startled with the quickness of their attention. Her hair was back in pigtails, a move that further cemented in Persephone’s mind that she was trying to copy her. She waited, all knock-kneed and poor posture for either of them to answer.

“Sure.” Persephone said.

Violet appeared to move to sit next to Persephone at first, but then decided to sit next to Sophie instead.

“So, just us girls huh?” Sophie asked.

“Looks like it.”

Persephone ate a few fries from her plate and went back to reading, while Sophie took a bite of her hamburger and stared at one of the academic posters on the wall. Violet ate like a rabbit who was on the lookout for prey. Nervously and like she might be startled at the slightest noise.

“Hey,” Sophie began as she put her burger down. “What if we all did something together?”

Persephone looked up. “…I don’t follow.”

Violet looked at her, confused but curious.

“Like, Malachi can have his cool Auto shop lunch all he wants, why don’t the girls do something?” She looked at them, wide smile on her face in an attempt to encourage a positive response.

Persephone raised an eyebrow. “This is the only time he’s ever had a shop lunch, I don’t think we need to try to ‘get him back.’” She laughed and looked back her book.

“No, put it down!” Sophie commanded as she tried to swat the book from her hands.

“Dude, if you—” Persephone dodged.

“No, no, bring it back!” Sophie reached.

Persephone grabbed a piece of her napkin and shoved it between the pages of the worn-out book. “If you lost my page I would be so mad.”

“Serves you right for doing schoolwork at the gang table.”

“Shh,” Persephone hissed. “You want to get us sent to the principal?”

“Okay, I was joking, I’m sorry.”

“…And it wasn’t homework, I was reading for fun.”

“What was it?” Violet asked quietly.

Persephone looked at her for a moment, not really expecting conversation. “Pride and Prejudice.”

Violet smiled. “I wish we could all have a Mister Darcy.”

Persephone nodded. “Now, what’s your problem?” She directed at Sophie.

“We should do like a girl’s night!”

“Dude, if you think I’m wearing a mini dress and going to some club—”

“Noooo! I mean like just hang out at one of our houses. Pop some popcorn, watch some movies, just us girls. We could even have a sleep over.”

Persephone tilted her head. “But Sophie, you don’t have any hair to braid while we talk about boys.”

“Ha ha. Who needs hair when you have these angles?” She looked at Persephone over her shoulder and batted her eyes. Then she posed with her hand on her the back of her head and her elbow pointing up like a ‘nonchalant’ high fashion model.

Persephone rolled her eyes and laughed, Violet laughed softly.

Persephone looked at Violet for a moment. Maybe she was starting to copy her look, and she would freely admit, to anyone who asked that she totally, thought she was. But maybe it was like Sophie had said weeks before; maybe Violet was just another kid who needed guidance, who needed someone to look up to. The thought was still weird to her, they were the same age after all, and didn’t people normally look up to people older than them? Someone who seemed like they’d done some living and knew what to do in most situations? Maybe that was just the nature of high school, people in your own grade seemed older if they had a better sense of themselves – or seemed to on the outside at least – and anyone in a grade higher than yours seemed like a goddamned adult already. Meanwhile, none of you could legally drink and only a few of you could legally drive.

“What about you Violet?” Persephone asked. “You want to have a sleep over?”

Violet shrugged and answered quietly. “It might be fun.”

She sighed. “Fine. We’ll have a girl’s night.”

Sophie clapped her hands together happily. “Yes! I’m going to introduce you to my all-time favorite movie line up. All bad ass ladies, super fun.”

“What movies?”

“No, no, no. They’re a surprise.”

Persephone smiled, an eyebrow raised. “If they must be.”

Sophie, excited, put a hand on Violet’s shoulder and pushed it back and forth until she laughed with her.

“Can I go back to my book now?” Persephone asked, already opening the book.

“Go ahead.” Sophie said.

She opened the book and resumed her spot. It was the scene where Mr. Collins tried to convince Elizabeth Bennet that women are wont to reject a marriage proposal multiple times in the hope that a man would show his love by proposing over and over again. The original negging, name dropping, pick-up-artist jackass.

Malachi sat, as did the other boys from his Auto class, with his coveralls pushed down to his waist, the arms tied. He pulled another slice of pizza from the box and folded it, biting off a sizable portion. They all sat around on unused crates, the boxes of pizza on their own crates in the center.

“Malachi,” Liam started. “Do you mind if I ask you something?”

”Go ahead.”

“How… how did you get a girl like Persephone to go out with you?”

“Yeah, dude,” another boy who sat next to Liam said as he turned to them. “Dude, your girlfriend’s smokin’ hot.”

“Okay, so, Mitch” Malachi started and held his hand out in a ‘please stop whatever you’re doing’ motion. “I’m going to stop you right there. I didn’t get her to go out with me by telling her she was ‘smoking hot,’ okay? Girls don’t like that shit.”

“Dude, they don’t?”

Malachi shook his head. “No. You have to talk to them like they’re people.” He looked to Liam, “Because they are.”

Liam suppressed a laugh.

“Dude, really?”

“Mitch are you high right now?”

Mitch’s eyes widened. “A little, yeah.”

“Don’t let him touch the controls on the lift,” Malachi said to the rest of the group before turning back to Liam. “Honestly, I passed her notes in class and nearly pissed her off before I could ask her out.”

“Really?” Liam asked, bemused.

“Yeah,” Malachi laughed. “So I don’t know if I’m the best person to ask that question.”

They both paused for a moment as they watched Mitch stack two slices on top of each other and try to eat them at the same time.

“So uh…” Liam had to think for a moment to regain his original train of thought. “Aside from talking to a girl like she's a human, which I was going to do anyway--”

Malachi chuckled.

“--uh, how do you ask a girl out?”

“Umm…” he thought for a few minutes as he ate his pizza. “I think everyone is a bit different. But… you have to have stuff in common, you have to enjoy hanging out beforehand--”

“Yeah, but how do you know when to ask her out? How did you know you wanted to ask Seph out?”

Malachi laughed for a moment. “You're going to think it's stupid.”

“Tell me.”

“Yeah, tell us,” Mitch echoed, his mouth still full of pizza.

“I walked into our English class the first day and saw her… we were wearing the same boots and I just… knew I had to ask her out.”

“Her boots?”

Malachi shook his head. “I mean, it was more than that. She was this punk rock goddess sitting in our class when she looked like she could have been raising hell somewhere else… When I saw her I knew I had to ask her out.”

Liam nodded and ate his pizza thoughtfully.

“So who are you asking out?”

“What?”

“You don’t just ask about why and when and how to ask someone out unless you have someone in mind, man.”

“Yeah, dude!” Mitch laughed.

Liam laughed nervously. “Uh, you know. Just a girl.”

“So you’re straight, we got that.” Malachi smiled. “Does she have a name?”

Mitch stood, slightly wobbly, and draped himself across Liam’s shoulders. “Dude, what’s her name? What’s she look like?” He laughed.

“Dude, you smell like weed and cheese grease.” Liam said, grimacing.

“Why are you high at school anyway?”

Mitch shrugged. “I dunno, man. Shit’s boring, I have to make it a little interesting.” Mitch looked around, noticed the pizza like he just realized it was the best thing ever created in the history of humanity, and almost fell over a crate trying to get another slice.

Malachi and Liam looked at each other and shook their heads.

“So you’re not going to tell me?”

Liam opened his mouth as if to say something but closed it.

“Okay, fine. You don’t have to tell me. I guess if I see you holding hands with some cutie in the hallway I’ll know who it was.”

“Not if she says no.”

Malachi shrugged. “Then you ask someone else. There’s lots of people in the world, means there’s plenty of people to date.”

“Yeah but I want to…”

“Be in love?”

Liam nodded shyly. “I mean… yeah.”

“We’re teenagers, man, you have time.”

“I’m a little jealous you found someone already.”

Malachi laughed. “Just lucky I guess.”

[xpersephonebeau]

BOUGIETASK02 || Interrogation

Persephone was pleased to have been given the warning about the police coming to the school to talk to all the pupils. She’d always struggled to deal with figures of authority and she knew this would be tough for her. Hearing that Dante could potentially have been murdered was difficult since she’d felt all weird, knowing that this whole thing would become a lot bigger now. She’d been sitting in biology about to start a quiz when she was sent for by Dr Lewis so reluctly got up, doing her best to keep it all together. She didn’t have anything to hide, but she couldn’t help but feel sick about this whole thing. The redhead forced a smile on her face when the door was open and she saw the two police officers, taking the seat offered to her. 

“I’m Dectective Montgomery and this is my partner, Detective Lipnicki and we’ve got a few questions to ask everyone in your year. We want to get this done as quickly as possible, just so you don’t miss too much of your lesson. First, how well did you know Dante Arroyo? “

Persephone bit down on her bottom lip. “Hey..Um, I guess I knew him pretty well? My boyfriend was one of his friends and also my friends were part of his group, the Windsors. He was one of the first people I met in Boston when I moved at the beginning of the summer. We hung out a bit before school started which is when he introduced me to my now boyfriend, Cooper Walsh.”

“Would you say that Cooper and Dante were close?”

She raised her eyebrows, “Yeah, they were very close. I’m pretty sure that Dante was raising him to take over the Windsors once Dante had graduated from school in June. Cooper was the obvious choice, he was the person most likely to know how to lead and keep them in the same.”

“Was that why Cooper took over from Dante after his death?”

Persephone shrugged. “After the death, Cooper decided it was the best thing to do. Everyone was grieving and he did his best to keep everything together. He, of course, didn’t want to do it so soon, but Coop did what he could to keep things from combusting. He knew that’s what Dante wanted. He didn’t do it, if that’s what you mean He knew he was doing the right thing by Dante by taking over, since that was going to be the case a few months later.”

“Are you aware if Dante had any enemies?”

Persephone sighed softly. “I wouldn’t say that they were enemies but there was a few people who didn’t exactly like Dante. I’d say that anyone who used to be a part of the Windsors now aren’t at all close to him. That’ll be Cassidy, Saint and Casey. He apparently used to be close with that Ajax Pierce too, that’s what people have been saying?”

The two Detectives nodded, before he pulled out a copy of The Inferno by Dante Alighieri and placed it on the table. “Have you seen this book before?”

The redhead nodded, “I read that book back in London, I think. It was a few years ago now, so I barely remember what it’s about.”

As a detective of ten years, I’m dedicated to finding out who did this to your classmate. We will be doing everything we can to find out what happened to him. You’re safe in this room, so if there’s anything you wish to tell me, you can.

“I don’t really have anything else to say. All I know has Cooper loved Dante and never wanted anything to happen if that’s what you seem to be implying. Perhaps the whole taking over the Windsors so soon wasn’t a good idea but he was grieving.”

 “Thank you for your time.”

[tonsay-taylor-blog]

This week was super stressful for me. I felt stressed and rushed. It was probably one of my bad weeks. I felt like I had a lot of stuff to do and not enough time to do it. Let me start with Monday. I woke up late and I almost got to school late. It was just a bad morning. We started with Spanish and of course we had a quiz. I was kind of prepared but not 100 percent because my weekend was busy. I think I did bad but there’s nothing I can do now to fix it. After that we had English and Mr. Hogan gave us time to work on our script. I feel like my team did a good job translating the act 2 script. I’m proud of us. Anyways physics and history weren’t very exciting. I learned about momentum and Stalin. It was an okay day. On Tuesday I had physical education. We are currently taking classes with the college kids as our instructors and we are doing basketball. It wasn’t all that exciting. I used to play as a kid, but I wasn’t very good, so I still don’t play now. Then we had math. It was okay because I think I am finally understanding the lessons. After we had art and boy was that exciting. I am doing a parody of American Gothic and it is coming out bad, but I am no artist so I can’t complain. Oh, and after lunch we got a new project in English. We are doing posters on Greek gods goddesses and titans. I got Persephone and she is interesting. Although I am not quite sure which celebrity, I could compare her to. I was thinking drew Barrymore, but I was also thinking Nicole Kidman. It is hard to compare them because the only thing I must compare to is a statue and the actor who played her role in Percy Jackson. That’s a tough decision I must figure out as soon as possible. Wednesday didn’t get ant better. I can’t really remember what I did. All I know is it was slow and nothing exciting happened. Same thing happened on Thursday. I just really wanted the week to end at that point. I wanted to relax and take the stress away. It was finally Friday and I was beyond ready to go home. It felt like the slowest day of the whole week and we were only there till 12:38. The worst part is I ended up staying there till three anyways. It was fun though. I hung out with a few friends and took some cool pictures. I ended up making dinner and talked to one of my friends till I went to sleep. Then it was Saturday. I had to wake up at 5 for my volleyball tournament. We ended up losing two games winning the third and playoff game. I was glad because it meant we get to stay in our division. I didn’t get home until seven and I was tired. I still had homework and chores to do. By the end of the day I was just dead. Today was probably the calmest day of my week. I was able to relax and catch up on my sleep and shows. I hope this week is easier!