#spy school memes for the soul

[dragonfruits02]

[best-nun-tournament]

Round 3, Match 1

The Reverend Daughter Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb) vs Mercedes von Martritz (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Harrow is a nun of the Ninth House. She's been described as a space goth necromancer fantasy sci-fi bone nun.

Mercedes von Martritz is a nun of the Church of Saint Seiros at Garreg Mach Monastery.

The Reverend Daughter Harrowhark Nonagesimus

She’s great. She has so many fucking problems. She’s been running the goth space convent since she was 10. She’s puppeting her dead parents around. She doesn’t like tastes. She is extremely passionate about bones. She’s locked in a twisted bond of love and violence and devotion and sacrifice with her childhood best enemy. She lobotomized herself to preserve the best enemy’s soul. She’s been in love with the corpse of the Devil all her life. She goes around in bone jewelry and skull face paint. She’s a sad wet cat who was born in a cardboard box all alone, etc. She chopped another woman’s arm off and regrew a skeleton arm, in a sexual way. She has awkward little fireside chats with God where he makes millennia-old meme references at her and she does not drink the proffered tea. She saw God make a your mom joke and it “destroyed some cavern of her reverence”. She’s even gay. She’s everything.

Mercedes von Martritz

Mercedes was born to the fallen House Martritz and bore a minor Crest of Lamine, a special type of blood that gave it's bearer enhanced abilities. Her father died shortly afterwards and Mercedes' mother remarried into House Bartels, giving birth to Emile von Bartels, who also had a minor Crest of Lamine. Mercie's stepfather was uncaring and only married for his new wife's crest which led to said wife's departure from House Bartels. She ran away with only her eldest child to the Kingdom, where Mercedes would really start her own life as a student of Fhirdiad's Royal School of Sorcery. There, she befriended Annette Fantine Dominic and both girls would later attend Garreg Mach Monastery together. Mercedes is a kind soul with a soft voice and the ability to speak her mind. She's the eldest student attending the Officer's Accademy and takes it upon herself to be a shoulder of support for her classmates, no matter their origin. When the timeskip hits, Mercie returns in a nun's garb and expresses reinforced belief in the Church, even in the route where you fight against the Archbishop. I find her extremely fascinating due to her sub-plot with her brother, Emile. Mercedes held deep regret for leaving her brother behind in House Bartels despite not knowing that he had chosen to stay behind to protect her and her mother. Emile later returns as The Death Knight, a general under the Flame Emperor's command and his story with his sister changes depending on the player's route. Should the player oppose the Flame Emperor, Emile and Mercie can reunite briefly, with The Death Knight granting Mercedes a relic that can only be operated by their Crest before dying in her arms in a later battle, happy to be with his family once again. In the event that the player does side with the Flame Emperor, The Death Knight becomes playable alongside his sister, revealing thatthe years spent in House Bartels changed him, giving rise to two distinct personalities: Jeritza von Hyrm and The Death Knight. Jeritza had been a teacher at Garreg Mach, serving as a spy to the Flame Emperor while The Death Knight quelled his bloodlust under the Flame Emperor's orders. In this route, Mercedes reaches out to both Jeritza and The Death Knight as their elder sister and the exchanges they have are some of my favorites in Fire Emblem history. Also Mercie is bisexual and both M!player and F!player can marry her in the end, regardless of route. Love her for that

[vanyalanthirielofmana]

For the fic writers meme: 15, 17, 38, 43.

Sorry for taking long to get back to this and thank you for the ask!!! 😊😊😊

15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written?

That's a rather difficult question, since I usually write within canon, or at least within the original universe. But I think I'd say High School AU, since I occasionally write with that setting. Very vanilla in my opinion, but it's a comfy AU where I can just shut my brain off and have my OTP do comfy, school life things

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

I have two.

The first one is a Modern AU where Hawkeye is the vocalist of a band, and Riesz is not just modern day royalty, but also a famous opera-style singer. So I guess you could say Celebrity AU/Band AU as well. Since they're both musicians, they know about each other and admire each other's music. And then one day, Riesz sneaks out to watch one of Hawkeye's band's live shows, and by pure coincidence they bump while they're packing up backstage. He recognizes her instantly, and awkwardly asks her for her number - For a collab, of course. And things to uphill from there hehehehehehe...

The second one is rather long-winding, so buckle up it's a pretty long ride.

This one is a completely different universe where humanity has advanced far enough that magic and technology can co-exist as well as interspace travel, living in space, having Gundam-like machines and complex magic-tech weapons, etc. Think of something like Strike the Blood except with mobile suits, that kind of setting. Hawkeye comes from a poor planet, and he, with Eagle and the others formed a self-made troupe that used to steal from the corrupt rich. This changed when they were forcibly taken in by the CIA of their planet, headed by Belladonna. She takes Jessica a hostage in their deal: in exchange for their spy and thieving skills, they will give Jessica a better life. Should they back out, she dies. So of course they accept. Hawkeye's mission in particular is to infiltrate a magic-tech school, and take control of 'The Queen'. This is where Riesz comes in. She is the princess, and the only soul survivor of Laurent. Although once an ancient civilization, it was attacked by Raptures, a very powerful race of machine-lifeform aliens that only appear once every few hundred years. Belladonna, highly suspects that Riesz is actually 'The Queen', pretending to be the princess. and Hawkeye's mission is to subdue, capture, and bring her back to their planet as they believe they have advanced technologically enough to control The Queen's power. So since this is a school setting (think Witch of Mercury) they become classmates and Hawkeye and Riesz grow closer to each other. So much so that one time, Riesz is sitting alone looking sad, and Angela, who comes from a different planet, bring Hawkeye along to cheer her up since she knows that will instantly brighten her mood. At first, Hawkeye only does it in accordance to his mission (and Riesz is cute anyway) but eventually he falls for her for real. As the school year progresses, he slowly realizes that Riesz is The Queen, but actually has its powers fully under her control. As the story moves on, Belladonna becomes impatient, and starts giving him more dangerous orders. So on top of trying not to be suspicious in front of Riesz, he has to comply with her orders so as not to put Jessica at risk. I'm not sure how the plot ends, but it goes something like that haha

The reason why it's so long and complicated is because I dreamt of this, and then when I woke up I just decided to spin more scenarios into it hahaha... I ended up having quite a bit of fun thinking this up.

38. Did any of your fics get surprisingly popular (whatever that means to you)? Which ones? Why do you think they were so successful?

I just decided to look at my most popular fic, and it's apparently My Teacher, my Our Secret, a.k.a. the Student x Teacher fic. I definitely am surprised! I always thought my most popular one was Doppelganger. Honestly... I'm not sure why. Besides the fact that it's adult-oriented, I can only think it's because people like that dynamic. Well, I like it too! Hahahahah!

43. If you take/write prompts: what’s your favorite prompt fic that you’ve written?

I'd say it would be heartbeat. This was made for the ホークリ大体60分創作 (Hawkeye x Riesz around 60 minute creation) project. The prompts were 悶える (To writhe) and 結婚 (Wedding). If you're interested in reading it, TW for terminal illness. I like it because it's tragic, moody, and sad. I like that kindof stuff... Yeah hahahahaha!

Thank you again for the asks, and thank you for reading if you've gotten this far! 😊😊😊

[rei-murasaki-the-anime-lover]

favourite anime and anime characters part 3

Servamp 

Servant x Service- Lucy Yamagami 

Seton Academy- Ranka Ookami 

Seven Deadly Sins-Elizabeth Lyonesse, Anghalhad(FKotA)

Seven Knights-Ellen

Seven of Seven-Nana Suzuki

Seven Senses of The Re’Union-Asahi Kuga 

Sgt. Frog- Angol Mois,

Shachibato-Yutoria

Shadows House: Emilico

Shadowverse-Mimori Amamiya,Ren Kazamatsuri(Shadowverse Flame)

Shakugan no Shana- Shana 

Shaman King-Anna Kyoyama

Shangri-la- Kuniko Hojo

Shangei-la Frontier-Emul 

She Professed Herself Pupil of the Wise Man-Mira

Shenmue The Animation-Joy

Shigofumi-Fumika

Shigurui 

Shiki- Natuno Yuki, Sunako Kirashiki

Shikimori’s Not Just a Cutie-Shikimori

Shikizakura-Haruko Yamada

Shimoneta-Anna Nishikinomiya 

Shine Post-Rio Seibu

Shining Hearts-Neris

Shining Tears X Wind 

Shinkansen Henkei Robo Shinkalion

Shinkyoku Soukai Poluphonica 

Shinobi no Ittoki-Kirei Kisegawa 

Shinya Tensai Bakabon 

Shion no Ou 

Shirobako-Aoi Miyamori

Shirokuma Café

Shironeko Project-Iris

Shrine of the Morning Mist-Yuzu Hieda 

Shokugeki No Soma-Megumi Tadokoro

Shomin Sample-Aika Tenkuubashi

Shoot 

Shounen Hollywood 

Shoujo Kageki Revue Starlight 

Shounen Maid-Miyako Otori 

Shounen Onmyouji- Fujiwara no Akiko

Shouwa Genroku Rakugo Shinjuu 

Shoushimin Series

Shouwa Monogatari 

Show By Rock- Cyan Hijirikawa, Himeko Mashima[SBRM]

Shuffle!-Kaede Fuyou

Shugo Chara-Amu Hinamori 

Shukufuku No Campanella-Carina Verritti 

Shy-Teru Momijiyama/Shy 

Silent Mobius 

Simoun

Sin-Maria Totsuka

Sing Yesturday For Me-Shinako Morinome

Sirius The Jaeger

Sisters of Welber 

Silver Guardian 

Silver Spoon-Aki Mikage 

SK8 the Infinity 

Skate Leading Stars 

Skelleton Knight in Another World-Chiyome

Sketchbook-Sora Kajiwara 

Sket Dance- Hime "Himeko" Onizuka 

Skip Beat-Kyoko Mogami

Skip and Loafer-Mitsumi Iwakura

Skirt no Naka wa Kedamono Deshita

Sky Girls-Otoha Sakurano

Sky Wizards Academy- Lecty Eisenach

Slam Dunk

Slayers-Lina Inverse, Zelgadis Greywords

Sleepy Princess in the Demon Catle- Princess Syalis 

Slow Loop-Koharu Minagi 

Slow Start-Kamuri Sengoku

Smile Down the Runway-Chiyuki Fujito

Smile if the Arsnotoria-Arsnotoria 

Snack Basue-Akemi

Snow White With The Red Hair-Shirayuki

So I Can't Play H-Mina Okura

So I’m a Spider, So What- Filmos Harifenas/Kanami Okazaki

Softenni-Chitose Akiyama 

Sola-Matsuri Shihou

Solo Leveling-Sung Jin-ah

SoltyRei-Solty Revant

Somali and the Forest Spirit 

Sonic X -Shadow,Espio,Knuckles 

Sonny Boy-Mizuho

Sono Toki Kanojo wa

Sora No Manimani-Mihoshi Akeno 

Sorcerer Hunters- Tira Misu 

Sorcerous Stabber Orphen-Claiomh Everlasting 

Soul Buster 

Soul Eater-Death The Kid, Tsubaki,Meme Tatane[Soul Eater Not]

Soul Link-Karen Tachibana

Sound Euphonium-Kumiko Oumae 

Sound of the Sky-Kanata Sorami 

Souten Kouro

Space Battleship Tiramitsu

Space Brothers-Serika Itou 

Space Dandy 

Space  Patrol Luluco 

Special 7- Bellemer “Ninja” Cinq 

Special A

Speed Grapher-Kagura Tennouzu 

Spice and Wolf- Holo

Spiral 

Spiritpact-Kau

Spy Classroom-Lily 

Spy x Family-Yor Forger 

Squid Girl - Squid Girl/Ika Musume

SSSS.Grindman/Dynazenon- Akane Shinjo,Mujina(SSSSDynazenon)

Stand My Heroes-Rei Izumi 

Starmyu

Stars Align-Kanako Mitsue  

Star Driver-Wako Agemaki 

Stardust Telepath- Umika Konohoshi

Starry Sky

Starship Operators 

Starship Girl Yamamoto Yohko

Steel Angel Kurumi-Kurumi

Steins;Gate- Kurisu Makise

Stella Women's Academy , High School Division Class C3

Strain- Lottie Gelh 

Strange+

Strange Dawn 

Strawberry 100%- Aya Toujou

Strawberry Eggs- Fuko Kuzuha

Strawberry Marshmallow-Nobue Itou

Strawberry Panic-Nagisa Aoi 

Strike The Blood- Yukina Himeragi 

Strike Witches-Yoshika Miyafuji, Hikari Karibuchi(Brave Witches), Inori Shibuya(Luminous Witches) 

Student Council's Discretion. Mafuya Shiina 

Studio Apartment, Good Lighting, Angel Included-Towa 

Subete Ga F Ni Naru-Moe Nishinosono 

Sugar Apple Fairy Tale-Ann Halford 

Suicide Squad Isekai-Harley Quinn 

Summer Time Render-Ushio Kofune  

Summoned to Another World…. Again?-Yuuhi Hanabashira 

Sumomomo Momomo-Sanae Nakajima

Sunday Without God 

Super Crooks 

Super Cub- Koguma, Shii Eniwa 

Super Doll Licca-chan

Super HxEros-Kirara Hoshino 

Super Robot Wars Original Generation 

Super Sonico The Animation- Super Sonico 

Supernatural the Animation 

Suppose a Kid from the Last Dungeon Boonies Moved to a Starter Town-Alka 

SukaSuka

Sweetness and Lightning-Kotori Iida 

Sweets Reincarnation-Licorice Mill Hubarek 

Sword Art Online-Asuna Yuki,LLENN/Karen Kohiruimaki 

Sword Gai

Symphogear-Hibiki Tachibana

Synduality-Noir

Taboo Tattoo-Touko Ichinose 

Tada Never Falls In Love-Teresa Wagner

Taishou Baseball Girls 

Taishou Otome Fairy Tale-Yuzuki Tachibana

Takt Op-Cosette Schneider 

Takunomi-Makoto Kiriyama

Tales of the Abyss-Anise Tatlin 

Tales of Eternia 

Tales of Wedding Ring-Hime/Krystal Novaty Nokanatika 

Tales of Zestria The X-Edna

Talentless Nana- Nana Hiiragi 

Tamako Market-Tamako Kitashirakawa

Tamayomi 

Tamayura-Maon Sakurada

Tanaka-kun Is Always Listless-Miyano 

Tasuuketsu

Tantei Opera Milky Holmes- Sherlock Shellingford 

Tantei Team KZ Jiken Note

Tatami Galaxy 

Tawawa on Mondays

Tayutama-Mashiro Mito 

Tearmoon Empire-Mia Luna Tearmoon 

Tears To Tiara-Riannon

Technoroid

Teekyuu

Tegami Bachi- Niche   

Tenchi Muyou-Sasami Masaki Jurai

Tenjou Tenge

Tenka Hyakken 

TenPuru-Yuzuki Aoba 

Teppen-Kana Kiyotsuru 

Terra Formars-Hong

Terror In Resonance-Lisa Mishima 

Tesla Note-Botan Negoro

Testament Of The Sister New Devil-Mio Naruse 

Texhnolyse

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime-Shuna

The 8th Son? Are You Kidding Me?-Louise Yorande Aorelia Oufelbelk

The 100 Girlfriends-Shizuka Yoshimoto

The Helpful  Fox Senko-san- Senko

The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten-Mahiru Shiina 

The Ancient Magus’ Bride – Chise Hatori 

The Apothecary Diaries-Maomao

The Aquatope on White Sand- Kukuru Misakino 

The Banished Former Hero Lives as He Pleases-Charlotte

The Big O

The Blue Wolves of Mibu 

The Brave Express Might Gaine 

The Café Terrace and Its Goddesses-Shiragiku Ona

The Candidate for Goddess

The Case Files of Jewler Richard-Shouko Tanimoto

The Case Study of Vanitas-Jeanne

The Comic Artist And Assistants- Rina Fuwa

The Dangers in My Heart-Anna Yamada

The Dawn of Witch-Loux Krystas 

The Day I Became God- Hina Sato

The Demon Girl Next Door- Yuko Yoshida

The Demon Prince of Momochi House-Himari Momochi 

The Demon Sword Master of Excalibur Academy-Riseria Ray Crystaria

The Detective is Already Dead-Siesta 

The Devil Is A Part Timer- Chiho Sakaki

The Dreaming Boy is a Realist-Aika Natsukawa 

The Do Over Damsel Conquers the Dragon Emperor-Jill Cervel 

The Duke of Death and His Maid-Alice Lendrott

The Dungeon of Black Company-Rimu 

The Eccentric Family-Kaisei Ebisugawa

The Elusive Samurai-Shizuku

The Eminence in Shadow-Alexia Midgar 

The Fable

The Family Circumstances of the Irregular Witch-Alissa

The Executioner and Her Way of Life-Akari Tokito 

The Fire Hunter-Touko 

The Faraway Paladin-Robina Goodfellow/Bee 

The Foolish Angel Dances with the Devil-Lily Amane 

The Fruit of Evolution-Saria 

The Future Diary- Yuno Gasai

The Galaxy Railways 

The Gene of AI-Risa Higuchi 

The Girl I Like Forgot Her Glasses-Ai Mie

The Great Jahy Willl Not Be Defeated-Jahy 

The Healer Who Was Banished From His Party-Narusena

The Heike Story 

The Human Crazy University-Chie Negishi 

The Idaten Deities Know Only Peace-Paula

The Ice Guy and His Cool Female Colleague-Fuyutsuki-san

The Iceblade Sorcerer Shall Rule the World-Amelia Rose 

The Irresponsible Captain Tylor-Emi Hanner,Yumi Hanner 

The King of Braves GaoGaiGar 

The Kingdoms of Ruin-Doroka

The Little Lies We All Tell-Chiyo

The Legendary Hero is Dead-Anri Haysworth 

The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady-Anisphia Wynn Palettia

The Magnificent Kotobuki-Kylie 

The Maid I Hired Recently is Mysterious-Lilith 

The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya- Haruhi Suzumiya, Yuki Nagato[DoNY]

The Most Heretical Last Boss Queen-Pride Royal Ivy 

The Genius Prince’s Guide to Raising a Nation Out of Debt-Ninym Ralei

The Girl Downstairs 

The Girl in Twilight- Akane Tsuchimiya 

The Girl Who Leapt Through Space-Akiha Shishidou

The Greatest Demon Lord Is Reborn as a Typical Nobody-Ireena Litz de Olhyde 

The Great Cleric 

The Great Passage –Kaguya Hayashi 

The God of High School- Yoo Mira

The Good Witch of the West 

The Gymastics Samurai-Rei Aragaki 

The Hidden Dungeon Only I Can Enter-Emma Brightness 

The Law of Ueki-Ai Mori  

The Magical Girl and the Evil Lieutenant Use to Be Archenemies-Byakuya Mimori

The Many Sides of Voice Actor Radio-Yasumi Utatane/Yumiko Satou

The Marginal Service-Lyra Candeyheart

The Master of Ragnarok & Blesser of Einherjar-Linnea

The Masterful Cat is Depressed Again Today-Saku Fukuzawa

The Misfit of Demon King Academy-Misha Necron 

The Most Notorious Talker Runs the World’s Greatest Clan

The New Gate-Yuzuha

The Ones Within- Himiko Inaba 

The Ossan Newbie Adventurer-Alicerette Dracul

The Prince of Tennis 

The Promised Neverland 

The Quintessential Quintuplets- Ichika Nakano 

The Reflection 

The Reincarnation of the Strongest Exorcist in Another World-Yifa

The Royal Tutor 

The Ryuuou’s Work Is Never Done-Ai Hinatsuru

The Saint’s Magic Power is Omnipotent-Sei Takanashi

The Severing Crime Edge 

The Story of Saiunkoku 

The Strongest Magician in the Demon Lord’s Army was a Human-Dairokuten

The Strongest Sage with the Weakest Crest-Lurie Abendroth

The Strongest Tank’s Labyrinth Raids-Luna

The Tale of the Outcast-Wisteria Langley 

The Third-Honoka

The Thousand Musketeers 

The Unwanted Undead Adventurer-Lorraine Vivie

The Vexations of a Shut In Vampire Princess-Terakomari Gandesblood

The Vampire Dies in No Time-Hinaichi  

The Vision of Escaflowne 

The Wallflower 

The Weakest Tamer Began a Journey to Pick Up Trash-Ivy/Femicia 

The Witch and the Beast-Guideau 

The World God Only Knows- Elsie 

The World’s Greatest Assassin Gets Reincarnated In Another World as an Aristocrat-Tarte

The World Ends with You  

The World is Still Beautiful-Nike Lemercier 

The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic-Suzune Inukami 

The Yakuza’s Guide to Babysitting-Yaeka Sakuragi

The Yuzuki Family Four Sons-Uta Kirishima

Thermae Romae 

Those Snow White Notes-Shuri Maeda, Sakura Yamano 

This Art Club Has A Problem-Mizuki Usami

Those Who Hunt Elfs- Ritsuko Inoue

Tiger and Bunny- Kotetsu Kuburagi/Wild Tiger, Barnaby Brooks Jr

Tiger Mask W-Haruna Takaoka

Time Bokan 24-Calen 

Time Travel Girl-Mari Hayase 

Tis Time for “Torture”, Princess-Princess

Toilet Bound Hanako-kun-Nene Yashiro

Tomo-chan Is a Girl-Tomo Aizawa

Tonagura-Kazuki Arisaka

To Be Hero 

Too Cute Crisis-Garmie Lou 

Toji no Miko- Kanami Etou

Tokimeki Memorial Only Love-Tsukasa Kasuga

Tokko- Saya Shindo

Tokyo 24th Wad 

Tokyo ESP-Rinka Urushiba 

Tokyo Ghoul-Hinami Fueguchi

Tokyo Majin-Aoi Misato 

Tokyo Mew Mew-Ichigo Momomiya

Tokyo Ravens-Kyouko Kurahashi 

Tokyo Revengers-Hinata Tachibana

Tomica Kizuna Gattai 

Tomodachi Game-Yutori Kokorogi

Tonari no Youkai-san-Mutsumi Sugimoto

Tonbo-Tonbo Ooi

Tonikaku Kawaii- Tsukasa Yuzaki 

To the Abandoned Sacred Beats- Nancy Schaal Bancroft 

To Heart-Multi, Konomi Suzuhara[TH2]

To-Love-Ru- Lala Satalin Deviluke

To Your Eternity-Rean 

Toradora- Taiga Aisaka 

Toriko- Toriko,Rin

Toshokan Sensou

Touhai

Touka Gettan-Momoka Kawakabe

Touken Ranbu

Toward the Terra 

Tower of Druaga-Coopa

Tower of God- Endorsi Jahad

TP Bon-Ream Stream 

Train to the End of the World-Akira Shinonome

Trails of Cold Steal Northern War-Altina Orion 

Trapped in a Dating Sim-Olivia

Triage X- Mikoto Kiba 

Tribe Nine-Saori Arisugawa 

Trickster-Makoto Noro

Trillion Game

Trinity Blood -Able Nightroad, Esther Blanchette

Trinity Seven- Lilith Asami 

Trigun- Vash The Stampede. Milly Thompson, Meryl Stryf

Trouble Chocolate-Hinano

True Beauty

True Tears-Noe Isurugi

Try Knights 

Tsubasa:Mokona Modoki[white], Sakura

Tsugumomo-Kiriha

Tsuki Ga Kirei-Akane Mizuno

Tsuki wa Higashi ni Hi wa Nishi ni

Tsukimichi-Mio

Tsukipro The Animation 

Tsukiuta 

Tsukumogami Kashimasu-Okou 

Tsukuyomi-Hazuki/Luna

TsumaSho-Takae Nijima/Marika Shiraishi

Tsuritama

Tsurezure Children-Yuki Minagawa

Tsurune

Tsuyokiss-Sunao Konoe

Twin Star Exorcist-Mayura Otomi 

Two Car 

Tying the Knot with an Amagami Sister-Asahi Amagami 

Uchi no Maid ga Uzasugiru

UchiMusume

UchiTama-Momo Hanasaki 

Udon No Kuni No Kin-iro Kemari 

UFO Ultramaiden Valkyrie-Sanada

Ueno-san wa Bukiyou-Ueno

Ulysses- Jeanne D’Arc 

Umi Monogatari-Kanon Miyamori 

Umineko

Umisho-Amuro Ninagawa 

Uma Musume Pretty Derby-Special Week, Rice Shower 

Un-Go

Unbreakable Machine-Doll-Yaya

Uncle from Another World-Sumika Fujimiya 

Undead Girl Murder Farce-Aya Rindo

Undead Unluck-Fuuko Izumo 

Undefeated Bahamut Chronicles-Philuffy Aingram 

Under Ninja 

Unlimited Fafnir-Iris Freyja

Ultimate Girls

Ultimate Otaku Teacher-Sachiko Tanaka/Kisaki Tenjouin 

Ultra Maniac-Ayu Tateishi, Nina Sakura

Ultraman

Ultraviolet Code 044

Unnamed Memory-Tinasha

UniteUp

Upotte-Funco

Urara Meirochou-Chiya

Urahara-Rito Sudo

Urawa No Usagi-chan 

Urusei Yatsura-Lum 

Usagi Drop

Ushio And Tora-Asako Nakamura

Uta No Prince-Sama-Haruka Nanami 

Utawarerumono-Eruru,Kuon[U:FF]

Uzaki-chan Wants to Hang Out-Hana Uzaki

Val x Love- Mutsumi Saotome

Valkyria Chronicles-Alicia Melchiott

Valkyrie Drive-Mamori Tokonome 

Valvrave The Liberator-Shoko Sashinami 

Vampire Dormitory-Mito Yamamoto 

Vampire Knight-Yuki Cross/Kuran

Vampire Princess Miyu 

Vandread-Dita Liebely 

Vatican Miracle Examiner 

Vazzrock The Animation 

Venus Versus Virus-Sumire Takahana

Vermeil in Gold-Vermeil 

Vinland Saga 

Vilainess Level 99-Yumiella Dolkness 

Violet Evergarden

Viral Hit-Ga Eul/Aki Yashio 

Virtual-san Looking

Visual Prison  

Vividred Operation-Himawari Shinomiya 

Vivy-Vivy

Vlad Love-Mai Vlad Transylvania 

Voice of Fox  

VTuber Legend-Awayuki Kokorone 

Wagamama High Spec

Waka Okami wa Shougakusei-Oriko”Okko” Seki

Wakaba Girl

Wakakozake

Wake Up Girls 

Walkure Romanze-Mio Kisaki

Wandering Son

Wandering Witch-Fran

Wangan Midnight 

Wanna Be The The Strongest In The World-Sakura Hagiwara 

Waiting In The Summer-Ichika Takatsuki 

Warlords of Sigrdrifa- Miyako Muguruma

Wasteful Days of High School Girls- Saku “Loli” Momoi 

WataMote-Yuu Naruse 

Wataten- Miyako Hoshino 

Wave

Wave Listen to Me-Minare Koda

We Never Learn-Fumino Furuhashi

We Were There- Nanami “Nana” Takahashi

We Without Wings-Hiyoko Tamaizumi

Wedding Peach 

Weiss Krauz

Weiss Survive 

Welcome to the Ballroom-Mako Akagi

Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun-Clara Valac

Welcome to The N.H.K-Misaki Nakahara 

When Supernatural Battles Become Commonplace-Hatoko Kushikawa

When Will Ayumu Make His Move-Urushi Yaotome

Whisper Me a Love Song-Himari Kino 

Whispered Words-Sumika Murasame 

White Album-Yuki Morikawa, Kazusa Touma[WH2] 

Why Raeliana Ended Up at the Duke’s Mansion- Raeliana McMillan 

Why The Hell Are You Here Teacher-Mayu Matsukaze  

Wise Man’s Grandchild- Sizilien “Sicily “ con Claude 

Wistoria-Colette Loire 

Wind Breaker

Witchblade- Masane Amaha

Witch Craft Works- Ayaka Kagari

Witch Hunter Robin

WIXOSS-Ruuko Kominato, Suzuko Homura[LIW], Akino Onko[WIXOSS Diva(A)Live]

Wizard Barristers-Cecil Sudo

Wolf Girl And Black Prince-Erika Shinohara

Wolf's Rain- Tsume, Kiba

Wolverine

Wonder Egg Priority- Ai Ohta 

Woodpecker Detective’s Office 

Wooser's Hand To Mouth Life

Working!!-Popura Taneshima, Hana Miyakoshi[WWW.Working]

World Break-Shizuno Urushibara

World Conquest Zvezda Plot-Kate Hoshimiya/Lady Venera 

World DaI Star-Yae Niizuma 

World’s End Harem 

World of Narue-Narue Nanase 

World Trigger-Chika Amatori,Yuichi Jin

Wotakoi- Narumi Momose 

W’z

X

Xam'd: Lost Memories 

Xenosaga The Animation-Shion Uzuki 

Xmen

xxxHoLic-Zashiki Warashi, Yuko Ichihara

Ya Boy Kongming-Eiko Tsukimi 

Yaiba-Sayaka Mine

Yakitate Japan-Tsukino Azusagawa 

Yakuza Fiancé 

Yamada-kun And The Seven Witches-Urara Shiraishi 

Yamada's First Time: B Gata H Kei-Yamada

Yami To Boushi To Hon No Tabihito-Hazuki Azuma 

Yatagarasu

Yatogame-chan Kansatsu Nikki

Yatterman Night-Alouette 

Yoake Mae yori Ruriiro na-Mia Clementis 

Your Lie In April-Kaori Miyazono 

You’re Under Arrest-Yoriko Nikaidou

Yondemasuyo Azazel-san-Rinko Sakuma

Yosuga No Sora-Nao Yorihime

You Are Ms.Servant-Yuki 

Youkai Gakuen Y-Fubuki Himekawa

Young Black Jack

Yowamushi Pedal-Miki Kanzaki 

Yozakura Quartet- Hime Yarizakura

Yu-Gi-Oh-Black Magician Girl, Asuka Tenjoin(YGOGX), Aki Izayoi(YGO5Ds), Kotori Mizuki(YGOZEXAL),Yuzu Hiiragi(YGOARCV),Aoi Zaizen(YGOVRAINS),Romin Kirishima(YGOSEVENS),Yuamu Ohdo(YGOGORUSH)

Yumeiro Patissiere

Yume no Crayon Oukoku 

Yume Tsukai

Yumeria-Mizuki Agatsume

YU-NO

Yurei Deco 

Yuri is My Job-Hime Shiraki/Hime Shirasagi

Yurikuma Arashi-Kureha Tsubaki 

Yuru Yuri- Chitose Ikeda 

Yuuki Yuuna Is A Hero-Mimori Tougou/Sumi Washio

Yuuna and Haunted Hot Springs- Yuuna Yunohara

YuYu Hakusho-Koto

Yuyushiki-Yukari Hinata

Zatch Bell-Megumi Oumi 

Zegapain-Ryouko Kaminagi 

Zetman- Jin Kanzaki

Zettai Bouei Leviatan-Leviatan

Zettai Karen Children-Kyousuke Hyoubu 

Zipang 

Zoids- Rei-Mii(ZG)

Zom 100-Shizuka Mikazuki 

Zombie Land Saga- Sakura Minamoto

Zombie Loan-Michiru Kita

Zone of Enders 

Z/X-Ena Soranokawa(Z/X Code Reunion).Ayase Kamiyugi(Z/X Ignition)

[bitch-its-me-alv]

You can’t touch what’s mine, bitch

(Part two of He is mine, bitches)

Damian was very proud of himself. He got a very hot and sweet boyfriend 13 months ago, managed to keep that boyfriend more than happy, and had managed to hide the existence of marin from his family for 14 months. 

He had no idea how an alleged family of detectives and vigilantes hadn't even noticed that their youngest member was in a relationship. And that he spent less and less time with them and more with Marin. He was severely disappointed in his family, although he never said it out loud, he thought they would make better opponents.

In Marin's apartment he even had his own closet where he had his clothes, the only reason Damian kept coming back to the Mansion was because of appearances and his precious pets.

But he knew he couldn't go on like this forever. he wanted to introduce his family to Marin, to see how damn perfect he was, his photographs around the world, his point of view so different from the others, the way he sang for Damian even when he was in another room… Well maybe if he kept to himself how weak he was for his boyfriend everything would be fine.

With a good contact on the dark web, he got a protector on his cell phone, and so there were more than two thousand photos with Marin. They on their first date, in the bathroom mirror, at gotham school, in the classrooms, in the cafes, in bed. Their chat seemed like they were talking for years, full of memes that Damian didn't understand at first, and memes with their own faces.

He take all possible measures, but never anticipated that Marin would get sick from some kind of virus, forcing him to stay in bed, well, Damian actually forced him after Marin almost fell down the stairs at school.

So when he informed his father that he would take a break from patrols until further notice, he turned on all the Wayne family alarms.

Little Demon Spawn wouldn't use patrols as an excuse to hit people? Would he pass up the opportunity to take his katana out of its case? Who had he killed? Oh my god, would he be doing drugs? Maybe that would explain the little bruises on his neck and wrist.

“Oh for all the bats, Bats, what are you going to do? your only son of blood became a drug addict!”Dick very concerned about his little brother's safety “Tim, hack his cell phone, look it up in the network of cameras in the city, we can't leave it like that!”

“Calm down, boy wonder. It is clear that he killed someone and he is not using drugs.”Jason tried to appease his brother in his mother hen way.

"Well, he's hiding something big, someone has been removing images from cameras for over six months, and Damian coincidentally never sees himself in them, not even at school.”Tim didn't want to alarm anyone, but the fact that he hadn't found evidence of his little brother in the last six months in the city was certainly a big concern.

Had he been going back to his habits from the prince of assassins?

Everyone looked at Bruce, waiting for his words. “We will follow him just to make sure he is safe, whatever his secret he will tell us sooner or later.”

(They didn't know it was more later than sooner)

Nightwing, Red hood, Red robin, and Batman followed the low trail Damian left when he left the mansion. Unaware of the luck they had, of Damian being in a discussion on the phone with Bourgeois, to distracted to know he was being followed.

They stopped on the roof opposite the minimarket that Damian entered. With tim setting up the microphone to understand what Damian was saying. Another red flag was that he could not hack his cell phone.

"There is no need for threats Bourgeois, I understand the delicacy of the situation, and I am fully prepared to waste a couple of days on the cause."

No one in the family harbored hope at this point.

After hearing Bourgeois rant about the importance of his best friend's health, Damian continued navigating the soda aisle, he would never understand why Marin insisted that Dr.Pepper was the best of drinks when Mountain-Dew was clearly superior.

"To prevent him from trying to escape I had to chain him to bed, his insistence on continuing with his final project is very irritating, I am grateful that he can hardly speak at this point, or else his voice would be ringing throughout the department."

The whole Bat family was shocked and disappointed, Damian was holding a hostage somewhere horrible, and he was working with someone else.

At leaving the store, the vigilantes dispersed, all decided to find Damian's hostage, then they could deal with Demon Spawn. They were a little scared of what Damian could have bought in a simple minimarket to use as torture.

From Damian's phone, Chloe gave up with her hateful act and said goodbye to her best friend's boyfriend. "Just make sure he recovers properly, it is very rare that he gets sick, no matter what country or climate Marin was in, he almost never contracted any disease."

"I am conscious chloe, we both know that if there is someone Marin surrenders for, it will be me. I will inform you of any change in his condition."

He hung up the call as he entered his apartment building. His call with chloe lasted his entire journey on the street, luckily he was about to spend all his time with his soft and muscular boyfriend.

Meanwhile, on the rooftops around, the watchers waited for a more appropriate place for torture, but with their beloved Demon Spawn they never knew. Tim pulled out the binoculars so he could see through the walls of the building, looking for the poor soul that Damian held captive.

What they did not expect was for Damian to reach the top floor of the building, taking off his coat and shoes as he entered. The apartment very well furnished and full of life, as if someone actually lived there.

Batman was about to fly straight to the biggest window in the apartment, when what Tim saw made him fall backwards. Bats snatched the binoculars away from him before anyone else could.

"Bats you really don't want to see what's going on there, you wish you could forget it!" All the boys went crazy trying to get Tim to tell them what he had seen.

Inside the apartment, Marin was chained from his right hand to the head of his bed, his mystical blue eyes reddened at the corners, his body rendered by the dark green sheets that Damian had insisted on buying or would not sleep in bed. Marin saw nothing wrong with the old bear sheets.

Instantly Marin felt better when her grumpy boyfriend came home. If he could have produced any vaguely human sounds, he would have rushed Damian into the room.

Before Damian could say anything to his very sick boyfriend, Marin pulled him down onto his chest. Damian was very frustrated that despite all his years of killer training, he always fell on his boyfriend's chest. It was very common to find himself more than six times with his face buried in his hard chest.

So as a very usual act, he made himself comfortable to lock Marin between his body and the bed, holding on tight as always.

They give each other a chaste kiss to avoid germs, but the habit is difficult to break even for a few days. Tim falls on his back at that moment.

“Why did you take so long? It is sooo boring here without your vocabulary of yesteryear and your beautiful frown.” Damn the expensive cologne that always clings to damian, making his neck and hair always so tempting. He curses his body that matches him, which is always ready to attack at any time, and curses his sharp jaw.

"Your very dear best friend distracted me all the way, pretending to be the enemy, as if she hadn't been happy for us when we got together"Damian rolls his eyes.

Marin apparently having said the last thing his throat could handle surrenders to his boyfriend's possessiveness, letting Damian give him little kisses all over her face, excluding his lips. 

Across the street batman curses and turns around, contacting agent A.��Tim comes out of his stupor and tells his brothers what he saw. They also desperately contact agent A, the only sane one in any situation.

Two days later Marin is fully recovered, shining like a malicious and amiable ray of sunshine. 

After Marin confessed to Damian that he knew he was Robin by his butt, and consequently deduced who the other bats were, along with super boy and superman, the barriers of the alter egos had fallen, and in exchange Marian told him about what he found in the Amazon caves and about who his relatives were.

To say that Marin had been about to split the marble island of his kitchen in two because of nerves would not be a lie, but once again, Damian surprised him by saying that it was not very important in his relationship that he had villains as a family, reminding Marin that his mother and grandfather were assassins and that he was also assassin at some point.

So there were no unpleasant surprises in their relationship, but there were surprises for the rest of the world. Marin knew about the secret that Damian was hiding from his family, because he was the secret.

He didn't get it wrong, no, Marin knew that Damian was more than willing to tell the world who he was dating, if the first selfie he published was something to consider, or ... all the broken hands he left behind because he thought they were very comfortable with him.

Oh, he loved when damian got all possessive, like a bristling kitten, or rather a panther ready to attack.

Returning from his fantasies, Marin decided to tell Damian that his time was up. His aunt Ivy had mentioned that the cameras hidden among the succulents had caught the bats spying on them days ago. Harley and ivy investigated before informing him, wanting to make sure they weren't going to confront him.

He loved Ivy and Harley, but the fact that they had called his parents and his nonna had not made him very happy, now he would have to explain why he had not told them about his boyfriend.

Marin hoped that the feeling of imbalance that was beginning to form in his chest was only the work of the family drama that was coming and nothing else.

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Damian was a bit more bitter than normal at school during the morning, he would admit that his call with Bourgeois distracted him from his surroundings, but it was about time that his family began to suspect.

Obviously he didn't take it out on his angel, he was what kept him going, so if Marin's fans came out with completely unnecessary bruises, neither Jon, Chloe, or Marin said anything.

And when Marin started kissing him more often to distract him nobody complained so much.

By the middle of the school day Damian had his hair messed up by Marin, Jon had chosen to warn Marin's outside friends about getting close, and Chloe was on her cell phone as usual. But a strange call to Marin sparked everyone's interest.

Marin reluctantly answered upon seeing the unknown number, but when no one spoke on the line, he knew it was a premonitory call.

The group partially aware of Marin's secrets nodded in acknowledgment, attentive to what was to come.

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Tim was ready to die, Dick was almost there, and Jason was more than pleased to help his little brothers leave this plane of existence.

Bruce was regretting in the darkest corner of his cave, what had he done wrong for his son to hide his partner? The moments of fatherhood that he shared with his son came to his mind ... and he realized that in reality he had not done much fatherly, so it made sense.

“I can't find any mention of Marin Dupain-Cheng, Jon Kent, Chloe Bourgeois or Damian on the internet for the last year. Everything has disappeared since October 28 from last year.”Tim was going crazy, he couldn't possibly find nothing.

“Calm down replacement, you can not find anything because you are looking for them from our devices and accounts. Alfred lent me his cell phone, and when I look for the name of our mysterious boy many interesting things appear”

“What are you waiting for Jason? Show it on the screen, I'm worried about little D”Dick said.

Bruce just nodded to his son, he had to be a better father to Damian from now on.

Jon, Chloe, Damian and Marin instagram appeared on the main screen of the cave. All with ridiculous names, like hellaMari, NottrollJon, QueenChloOriginal, and TheDEmon66. With too many followers to be just teenage accounts.

The only recent one was that of damian, where his photos were of him distracted, the one with Marin or the animal welfare he helped and the one he founded.

I had comments like: I would like to be you, how lucky you are, how I chose you, omg give me your life, etc ... It was very disturbing for the bati family, especially because they did not know that it was THE Damian Wayne, nor did they have his real name, they called him demon.

The evidence was refuted a year ago, with a photo in the instagram of Marin, of Damian and him facing the sun. With Damian's hair styled in a modern way, and with Marin lying on him, winking. Damian didn't even look the same even though he wasn't smiling, how happy he looked without needing to smile amazement at his family.

Thereafter, Jon and chloe began uploading photos of the group. A video especially on the NottrollJon insta convinced them to stop snooping.

Now they just had to wait for Damian to come back.

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"Since they overcame their own incompetence, I decided this would be the most effective, Marin, this is my family, my father Bruce, Grayson, Todd, and Drake. I think Alfred is in the kitchen but you already know him. Father and idiots, this is Marin my boyfriend for a year, congratulations for finding out.”

The bats definitely did not expect Damian to arrive with Marin after school, they had assumed they would have to hunt him all over the mansion. Even so, Bruce always prepared for everything with his mask, he shook Marin's hand, impressed by the height and strength of the boy.

"I'm glad you guys have finally discovered our secret" Marin smiled to the bats, making Damian grumpty.

“Wow, why are you like the sun if you date Demon Spawn?”

“Wait, did you know that he was hiding you from us?” Dick was surprised.

“Well ... I think we better start the story in the dining room, we don't want to make Alfred wait.” Damian was very pleased with his family's reactions and the fact that they were very surprised to approach Marin.

None in the family knew how to describe Marin yet. Physically, it was quite a surprise, with his big, slanted eyes, his symmetrical face, the fact that he was bigger than Jason in muscles and height, that his smile rivaled Grayson's, and that his dark blue hair was real.

But they knew very little about their attitude, tastes, or backstory. Tim's investigations had been very vague, only discovering that in reality there were not many papers about Marin because he had never been to school, or had lasted more than nine months in one place.

Then they followed the boys into the dining room, still amazed at Damian's attitude. Determined to inspect Damian's boyfriend thoroughly and decide for themselves how dangerous Marin Dupain-Cheng was. After all, if their beloved little brother liked it, it would have to have a dark side.

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As night fell, the bats could tell that Marin Dupain-Cheng did not lie to them even once. With their detective senses on edge, everyone could agree that he didn't tell a lie even once.

Which leaves them with the incredible travel anecdotes that Marin had related to them to please Damian and distract him from the accusations of his family.

It was refreshing to say the least, Marin's point of view on heroic and villainous figures, the problems of the world, the little ones, the horrible situations of the poor, the wonders of traveling. It was a drastic change to what they were used to. A vision stained brown with red and black shades, the city, the complaints and the pressure on the vigilantes or the absolute disgust for the anti-heroes or rogues.

“So you were in the scarecrow attack at the museum a year ago, and you threw your motorcycle at the guys who were shooting at you?” It was obvious that Jason had reminded him of the incident long ago, but unaware that Marin already knew their identities because of her boyfriend's butt, Jason pretended he hadn't been there.

Tim, Dick and Bruce had also been there, but they didn't see the moment that happened, so their disbelief was not acted.

"Was it because of the toxin of fear, or before you could already launch motorcycles at your whim?"Bruce spoke, seriously, what the hell did he take in the morning to make his voice so deep and strong?

Marin told Damian that it was the magic of the dark knight, but Damian dismissed it saying that after pretending so much he had stayed like this.

“Oh no, it's actually partly because I do what I can to keep fit.“Marin and Damian knew what was coming

“And the other part? "Dick asked suspiciously.

“Well that's thanks to my curse” Marin shrugged. As Damian reached for his hand under the table and all the bats leaned in his direction synchronously.

“Damn, like magic and that?”

“Yeah, when I was five, my nonna took me to the Amazon, of course she hadn't originally thought about going to the jungle, but for some reason I escaped, and ended up being swept away by a current in the river. Miraculously, I came to some kind of cave next to the rapids, where I touched something I shouldn't have touched and then the plague's curse clung to me.” Marin didn't mention that the curse came with the slim silver ring that right now was being rubbed by his boyfriend.

“So you're saying, that you have super strength because you drank from the Amazon River?“ Tim hit Jason, wondering if that white streak actually meant the death of all his neurons.

"It is more complicated than that but yes, it is actually quite similar to what you say”

Damian looks at his father, he will never admit it, but he was worried that his father did not like Marin, either because of his magic, the fact that he discovered his secret identities ... Or that his family is made up of the rogues of Gotham and other non-heroic personalities.

“He also discovered our identities a month after we started dating "Damian let out.

This time no one moved, with poker faces and saved breaths. Tim was the boldest "How ... did that happen?"

“I know Damian's butt from near, and being Robin didn't hide his butt very well.” Marin knew exactly how to break the tension, even if it means embarrassing his boyfriend a bit.

Jason and Dick started laughing seconds later, Bruce massaged his forehead, with the slightest blush on his cheeks. Tim dropped his head to the table, regretting his question, Damian just covered his blush, without looking directly at his family.

“Tt, Marin, couldn't you just tell them something else?”

“Of course not mon amour, they would know if I had lied”

After that they moved into the living room, where the fireplace was conveniently already on. The talk was postponed until it was late at night, and Marin after so many jokes with Jason and Dick had forgotten to mention that his parents would be coming to Gotham soon to meet them all.

Oh well, interesting things were definitely to come.

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Damian had a good night, maybe it had to do with the fact that he shared a bed with Marin, but they had done that before, or maybe it was the fact that this was the bed where he slept only before meeting Marin. Or was it because he had finally introduced his boyfriend to his family, and they all got along wonderfully.

Naturally someone had to ruin his good mood, and to his surprise, it wasn't his brothers this time, not even bruce had that nerve. It was that annoying weakling with casuela hair and orange spots on his face who dared to affirm that he had dated Matin and had currently come to town to repair his relationship.

The rest of the Gothnamites at school seemed unconvinced of their cheap babbling in bad English, but Damian didn't give a shit what his classmates thought. The important thing was that they had learned the lesson about Marin a long time ago, and it seemed like Damian would have to break some noses to make his point again.

"Oh yeah, my Mari and I were like this in the past." He showed his intertwined fingers. "But when he had to leave France because his aunt was trapped in the Himalayas it broke my heart, now that he's in town he has been insisting that we come back, isn't that so romantic that he dragged himself along for me?"  

Lian was proud that all eyes in the hall were on him, who said that the Gothnamites were smarter was clearly an idiot.

Perhaps he did not realize that all eyes were of displeasure, weariness, and a few concerns. The skinny boy clearly didn't know what he was getting into.

Damian approached with irritation, after a quick check, decided he couldn't hit him ... as hard as he wanted. The chestnut build was too weak, and judging from the orange stains and chipped teeth, there was a more than 73 percent chance that a punch from him would send him to the hospital, and Marin had made him promise not to send more people to the hospital, to the hospital outside of school.

"Oh, so you and Marin are something?" Damian said to the chestnut, ignoring how people began to crowd with interest, while leaving space so that they did not cross with the cold words of Ice Prince, or his fists.

Lian, ignorant and malicious noticed the growing crowd, he had to do it right, or Adrianna would destroy him.

"Well… I don't really want to create any misunderstandings, especially with all the false publicity that he put on instagram, I mean, Marin didn't know a better way to get my attention, so he ended up hiring that model to fake a relationship for Internet." The crowd gasped, that boy would end up knocked out.

"Woah, everything that has come out of your mouth is nothing but shit, and I've only had the misfortune to meet you for a minute."Damian spoke. “So I will tell you something flimsy rat, Marin has never had something with you nor will he, he is a man of good taste, he has class and high standards that you will never can fill in your miserable excuse for life. So you better shut your mouth full of shit before I kick your ass and those horrible orange stains you have.”

The students smiled, that bastard would finally shut his mouth in the best way, oh, and sunshine prince did not look close, there was a great possibility of punches.

Lian did not know what was the best way to react, that guy was scary, damn, he was surely the thug, the safest thing was to play the scary victim, anyway he was too scared to act angry.

"Oh, maybe you are one of the people who is in love with Marin, I can't blame you, my boyfriend is charming that everywhere he go he get a ... admirers entourage, it is understandable that you are angry but there is no need to do great matter about it.”

Damian was about to reply with his usual cold and dark aura, when his boyfriend entered the crowd. 

Lian, or actually Lila, cringed at the sudden appearance of Marin, she / he thought it would keep her record of being late to school and give her time to manipulate the sheep.

“Stop your pathetic act Rossi, the French in our old school may be a ball of idiots, but in Gotham things are very different.”

Ah, Marin. It could be called sunshine prince and boy did it fit him. You can be in his graces and be lucky to have a ray of sunshine to light up your days, or you could be an idiot without self-preservation and die from sunburn.

Lian tried to regain command, wild was going to kill her, she had not been in the city for five days and had already been discovered.

“Oh, Marin darling, you don't have to protect me from the media anymore, you can stop pretending.”

He tried to get closer, but damian slapped his hand against the lockers before he could touch him. Lian did not hesitate to exaggerate and throw himself against the lockers. "Agh, this brute just attacked me! Separate him from me!"

No one moved, sharing the feeling of shame that apparently the skinny did not have.

Marin decided to speak. "Let it be known, that I am not associated in any way with this cheap and lying bitch. Anything that comes out of her mouth is more false than the pyrite. I hope I don't see you again Rossi"

When Lian was about to throw herself at Marin's feet, Damian stopped him, putting his brand name shoe on her chest.

“Don't even try you bastard, he's my boyfriend. And you can't touch what's mine, bitch.”

When the order of the hierarchy was restored, with Damian and Marin walking hand in hand the students lost interest, and left quickly. Completely forgetting the sulfuric chestnut on the ground.

Lila Rossi was so fucked up, and the Agrestes still didn't know.

At a spa across town, Chloe had a feeling. And in a room a few doors from where Rossi Jon was, he also felt it.

[katewaliss]

! write with me or fight with me!

you either die by my sword or the most painful head canons imaginable! *merida vc* choose yer fate

just kidding!

��hey there gaymers, i am crissy! i am 22, live in pst, go by she/her pronouns and honestly would very much like a distraction from life -- preferably in the form of 1x1 and rp in general. i am currently doing online school plus trying/failing at adulting, being a crazy pink haired college student living on microwave dimsum with my crazy fluffy demon cat, but that still leaves me with a lot of time and what better way to spend that time then crying and dying, am i right, boys? 

so without further ado ( adieu? idk gusundheit ) here are a list of discomboblulated plot things that have been floating around in my head that i might be fun to do ( plot fragments, ideas, ocs, fcs i like, settings, genres etc )! i’d prefer a message if u liked any of these in the inbox or dm form, my tumblr ims are open and my discord user is mr. worldwide#2918 ( pitbull supremacy ) but if ur shy i will message u and be annoying! 

lastly: i prefer hcing in the dms to replies, however i will do replies/ask memes slowly, i don’t really like making blogs and prefer google docs/discord and i ask ( gently and respectfully ) that minors do not interact.

thank u and happy hunger games! xx

COLLEGE TOTALLY SPIES -- i was really obsessed with this picture right here and i thought that the picture would be a good premise for a little four person group based on totally spies. i was thinking that these three college students/young adults some friends maybe not some enemies or just on completely different ends of the social agenda get bonded together when they accidentally end up roped in a top secret spy organization that is fronted by a record store. the details and flesh of the plot i think would be cute to figure out all together maybe in a google doc or a big discord so we can make the rp to perfect world building specifications. right now i have two spots open! 

my friend lexi over at comradc has taken the cool goth asian girl and is using lyrica okano

i am playing the freckly backwards hat lesbian in the red polo named aj mccallis and i think im using diana silvers ( not sure might switch to tati rodriguez )

we also have the cute blond girl w the dyed hair who is giving me kind of like sydney sweeney energies, blonde girl maybe like lalisa manoban/jinsoul,

and we have the rad black girl with the bandids who i would only accept black fcs for for such as diamond white, ryan destiny, salem mitchell, 

i’d prefer if this stayed kind of sapphic and female and enby friendly. we can def make make npcs and characters but i’d prefer if the characters looked like they do in the picture ( minus the white girls who can be racebent as long as there are vibes ) mostly bc i want the poc people to stay the correct poc! but yeah! if u like this message me specifically!!!!! seperately and hit me w a role ud like maybe an fc an idea anything < 3 im working on a google doc and discord sever

- i really want to play a himbo skater boy evan mock like its my dream i know nothing abt him other than he probably goes by something like mouth or juice or tris or dex or dante but !!!! he has buzzed hair he buzzes designs into, does stick n pokes, hates cops, will kiss anyone, likes to mosh at house shows, smokes a lot and sounds like crush from finding nemo, probably ur parents worst nightmare if im honest rodrick heffley energy -- adopt him for any plot

- i also really am obsessed with simay barlas who is my mascot rn -- i want to play her in some sort of dark academia setting with like gossip girl blair waldorf energies lu from elite and have her be really mean and cold and pretentious and play the cello and probably have secrets and be uptight idk the name mallory is resonating hard w me ( we could even do a gossip girl the secret history type group if people liked that ) 

-ok i also really really want to play streak aka silas montgomery who is like very like sidekick best friend to the golden boy main character, does a kick ass goat impression, class clown, relentlessly hits on like the most difficult person in school, does crazy things for laughs and attention, just wants to make people happy, only wears hawaiian shirts, finger guns, is going nowhere in life, his dad is probably the dean at whatever prestigious school also he is very very depressed and drinks often! love u! a I Feel Like Im The Worst So I Always Act Like Im The Best electra heart baby PINTEREST

also yes his hair is pink reg verse he did it on a dare but hp verse he did a potion wrong and it never came out

SOMEONE DO A LADY HANNIBAL WILL GRAHAM RP KILLING EVE RP W ME! i made this will graham adjacent gal for a genderbent hannigram rp her name is bisexual disaster enida johnson and sometimes goes by needy or will bc her middle name is willamena! has basically all the will things wears flannels is a mess but has a bunch of cats instead of dogs in her woods log cabin and im using crystal reed bc it fits perfect in my head idk if u like her hmu hit me w a lady hannibal PINTEREST

other stuff

ok i really want to do a princess and knight plot but with knight zendaya and princess anya taylor joy ???? ALKHALKSHALK LITERALLY HELLO literally modern or like dnd style i do not care but know i love dnd! we could make it like them goin on some skyrim quests like hi

speaking of dnd and skyrim if anyone wants to do like anything based in dnd stuff or skyrim stuff i am DOWN

jennifers body plot!!!! maybe set in college!!!!! sounds spicy i will do a f/f or m/m version leggo leggo 

UNTIL DAWN UNTIL DAWN!!!! i wanted to do a little like 6 person or mumu until dawn thing where everyone either makes new characters or characters based on the existing six! i made a girl adjacent josh character named riley PINTEREST who i love very much ( fc might change im thinking maybe medallion rahimi ) pls hmu if ur down

i looooooove breakfast at tiffanys!!!! like i really love breakfast at tiffanys we love a call girl broody author ship and i want to play a mishti rahman holly golightly type character so so bad 

pygmalion plot!!! basically like an author and the main character of their book comes to life and the book character is probably from a different period of time or realm so doesnt know how to do modern 2020 stuff like microwaves and the tv! and then maybe they get sucked into the characters book world thats written by the author and have to navigate that! enchanted! w the kdrama! energy!

GOSSIP GIRL PLOT ENERGIES

any sort of the secret history murder society until dawn ahs horror type setting i am on a kick rn 

i still really want a deaf sailor and siren plot bc that is so spicy or even like anything involving sirens like maybe one thats like vegetarian and doesnt like to eat humans so it ariel rescues one and keeps it safe!! or like only men are susceptible to the sirens song but aha! i am a woman! Romance!

anything in the realm of percy jackson i love mythology lets go i kind of want a echo narcisuss plot and i want it to hurt me so bad 

i will do harry potter stuff but only if its completely removed from the current canon like years in the future no existing families also maybe beauxbatons salem and drumstrang plots bc thats what matters

iiiiiiiii really like anime so i will do anything kakegurui, soul eater, ohshc

i kind of like grew up on the hunger games so i will gladly take any hunger games plots like young effie and haymitch is spicy or like a career tribute and one of the weaker poorer distracts enemies to lovers leggo

i have a kind of oc that had their parents die in a factory gas leak that was the governments fault and it turned them into a vigilante assasin that is slowly picking off bootlicker government people one by one pretending to be one of them until bam! gets attached to the rich asshole son or daughter of the head hauncho or one of the higher ups ... drama

rich little celebrity fussy wussy being held captive by the mafia and the tired stoic mafia guard but they fall in love 

i kind of like any plot that involves one person that is really loud or angry or dramatic or whiny and the other one is kind of sweet and gentle or does not talk much idk make brain happy 

speaking of!

no nonsense law student studying abroad in a european country and an artist there falls in love w them and is all romantic and gush and is like ur my muse!!! and they are like Go awAy and they explore the city together and themelseves its nice!

i want to be an avan jogia super villain idk why i need to but i do 

not to be a disney adult bc i am not but anastasia princesses dont kiss kitchen boys 

rival cheer captians? best friends brother? pop princess celebrity singer and like antiestablishment really angry rockstar in a publicity relationship? broody detective and sunshiney diner person that works at the diner they eat at everyday?

idk i will think of more hmu these can all be made f/f or m/m if they arent 

[bella-spil]

Halloween

Summary: you and the avengers spend Halloween together.

Characters: Y/N (your name), Bucky, Loki, Thor, Tony, Steve, Sam, Natasha, Clint, Vision, Wanda, Peter, Shuri.

Warnings: cursing, tbh thats it.  VINE REFERENCES

Word Count: 2.4

A/N: hi.. I’m sry I haven’t written in a while.  School has been killing my creativity.  This is gonna be more of a miniseries, more like 2-3 parts.  It’s prob not gonna get much attention, but if you like it, just comment or re blog bc it helps my confidence with posting stuff on here.  This is also inspired by a meme I saw (Ill post it at the bottom of the story) and a video with Anthony Mackie and Chris Evans (link) Masterlist is here

Tag List: @sea040561 @wednesday-add-em @kmuir1 (lmk if you wanna join)

Halloween was a week away.  Tony being Tony, already paid for the decorations for the tower, so basically all of the floors look like a haunted house.  Rolls of toilet paper stretched across arches in the hallways, tiny spiders were all over furniture, bones and eyes and zombies and witches and everything in between that you could possibly think of was in the tower.  The tower looked like a zombie on steroids; creepy yet entertaining at the same time.  

Everyone was fine with the decorations, but the costumes were a big issue.  Steve and Tony kept arguing over the ideas, both of them wanting to do group costumes.  Everyone else had their ideas too, but Tony and Steve were at each other's throats for the past couple weeks, since like August.  Your room in the tower was right by the meeting office, so hearing the two of them screaming at each other for the most stupid shit was driving you insane.  Once it got to the point where you had to yell at them to shut up.  

This morning, a week before Halloween, while everyone was there, you cleared your throat while you heard Steve and Tony bickering.

“Guys this is getting to be too much.  We need to have a meeting to discuss these fucken costumes.” you said.

“Yeah this is getting out of control,” Nat agreed.

“Guys, cmon, you have to agree with me.  All of us having Iron Man suits would be awesome.  We could fly around the city all night and have so much fun!” Tony said.

“Tony, stop.  All of us being soldiers is better.”  Steve countered.

“STOP!” Clint groaned.  “You guys are insane.  We need to discuss this as a group.”

Tony and Steve sat across from each other, glaring at each other.  Death was looming between them.  

“Fine,” Tony sighed.  “When and where?”

“The office, 2pm,” Nat said.  “And everyone has to show up, that means you too Bucky.”

Bucky groaned from the other side of the room.  He hated group discussions, he liked working alone better.  Said that it was faster to be alone and you didn’t have to worry as much.

~~~

2pm finally rolled by.  Everyone has showed up in the big office, one that seemed a little too big.  Everyone was tired of the bickering and had showed up, thankfully.  

Tony, Steve, Natasha, Clint, Thor, Bucky, Sam, Peter P, Shuri, Wanda, Vision, Loki and you were crowded around the table.  Tony was standing at the end with a whiteboard, prepared to write down ideas.

“So guys, what do you want to do?” Tony said.

“What about we dress up as famous Star Wars characters?” Sam suggested.

“Nah, Steve isn’t going to know who Yoda is.  That’s a must if we do Star Wars.” Tony said.

“Devils and Angels?” Wanda said.

“Not original,” Steve said.

“What about we just wear each other’s costumes?” Thor suggested.

“You really think you are gonna wear my wings?” Sam said, a hint of annoyance in his voice that made you and Bucky snicker.

“I don’t think any of you guys want to wear a leather catsuit,” Nat said.

“We could dress up as famous vines,” Shuri offered, smirking at you and Peter.  

The three of you quoted vines daily and the rest of the team never knew what you guys meant, which made it even more fun.  Eventually, Sam, Bucky and Clint started learning vines with you because they kept saying things which you guys followed up with vine references.  The frustration got to the three men and they started to learn with you, but they weren’t nearly as attentive as you, Shuri and Peter.

“What’s a vine?” Steve asked.

“Vine was a website created in 2012, officially released in 2013.  It was ultimately shut down in 2016.  Vine was a website where users would create short videos an-” Vision said.

“Vis, I don’t think they want a whole essay,” Wanda said, seeing the reactions of the other Avengers.  Sam had started to fake snore, Loki was muttering something to Peter about knifes, and Shuri was about to watch vines, from what you could tell.  

“It’s this app filled with people saying and doing stupid things for attention,” Nat sighed.

“IT IS NOT STUPID!  VINE WAS LEGENDARY!!”  Shuri shouted.

“YOU WOULD DO THINGS FOR THE VINE, YOU UNCULTURED SWINE!!” you shrieked.

“EDUCATE YO SELF!” Clint shouted, right in Natasha’s ear.  Doing that earned him a hard punch in the back of the head.

“Well I don’t have all day so we need something,” Tony groaned, hitting his expo marker against the whiteboard.

You and everyone else was trying to come up with ideas when all the sudden, quiet Peter Parker, who was pretty much the baby of the tower, spoke up.

“Mr. Frost Giant, God sir?” Peter asked.

“Loki,” Loki sighed, pleasantly shocked.

“So, you have ice powers right?” Peter continued.

“Yes, I am an ice giant,” Loki said.

“You should be Elsa for Halloween,” Peter gasped.

Then, out of nowhere, Clint jumped up, looking like he had 5 monster energy drinks and 10 packs of warheads.

“I’LL BE MERIDA!!!” he screamed.

“I must assume that I am going to portray Elsa then,” Thor said, with a smile on his face.

“So...we are doing Disney princesses?” Tony asked, slightly confused.

“Looks like it,” Bucky said.

“Who the fuck am I gonna be?” Shuri asked.

“Language.” Steve said.

You and Shuri looked at each other for a moment and with a slight nod of your head, you were both in a song.

“FUCK SHIT PUSSY ASS!!!” you and Shuri sang.

“MOTHERFUC-” Peter started to continue, but Tony just slapped his hand over Peter’s mouth.  Tony swore that Peter wasn’t like a son to him, but this didn’t help his situation.

Steve was turning ad red as a tomato in his seat, not being able to process all the dirty words that escaped yours and Shuri’s mouths.

“Ok, who are all the Disney Princesses?” Tony asked, frustration in his voice as he looked down at Peter.  Tony gave him a look, one that said “Stop this shit or you get your suit taken away for two weeks” and once Peter nodded his head slightly, Tony removed his hand.

Vision started to list a bunch of them off, even some of the ones that aren’t considered princesses, like Megara, Alice and Jane.  Once Tony had a list of all the princesses, he started to write of all the avengers, making lines to match them up with their character.  

“Ok, who wants to find their Disney princess counterpart first?” Tony asked.

“Me, I already asked before,” Shuri said rolling her eyes.

“Well I mean you already are a princess.” you said.

“Oh,” Shuri said. “I don’t have to dress up then.  Haha.  You can cross my name off, Tony.”

Tony sighed and rolled his eyes, while taking her name off.

“Next?” he sighed.

“What about me?” Steve asked.

“Oh this is gonna be interesting.” Sam grinned.

“Snow White.” Bucky said, without even hesitating.

“Wait why?” you asked.

“Ohhhhh, I think I see why,” Wanda smirked.

“Continue Barnes,” Natasha said.

“First of all, Snow White was the very first princess to come out.  She came out in the thirties or forties.  She’s the oldest.  Steve was the first avenger and he is the oldest.”  Bucky said.

“Bucky, you are a couple months older than me.” Steve countered.

“Second,” Bucky continued, ignoring his friend completely.  “She is like the most gullible and is surrounded by followers.  Snow White was like living with seven dwarfs.  And she was underage and just lived with them. Steve here, was the leader of the Howling Commandos.  And I was in that group, so I had to endure him and his stupid ass decisions, but I couldn’t elect to ignore it.”

“That’s offensive,” Steve said.

“That's the point,” Bucky said.  

“Ok so Steve is Snow White.”  Tony declared, making a line between Snow White and Steve on the whiteboard.  “NEXTT!”

“Me,” said the super secret Russian spy.

“Hmm..” you thought.

“Megara,” said Clint.

“Oh that's a good one,” Sam agreed.

“Who is Megara?” Steve asked.

“She is an attractive Greek lady that Hercules, the son of Zeus, who is the King of the Greek Gods, falls in love with.” Thor explained.

“Thor, how do you of all people know that?” Shuri asked.  “Shouldn’t Vision know all of these things?”

“M’lady, I am formally educated in Disney movies by the request of Peter Parker, also known as ‘The One and Only Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman’.” Thor explained.

“Kid, you make Thor, the God of Thunder, sit through Sleeping Beauty?” Tony asked, shocked.

“My dear man of Iron, Sleeping beauty was quite relaxing.  That Prince Philip, that amazing man, demonstrated quite intellectually advanced ways to use a sword.  Ways that I can use Storm-breaker effectively in battle.” Thor smiled.

Tony and Sam shared a look of disgust with a combination of interest and concern.

“Thor, I don’t think you can learn fighting tactics from a cart-” Vision started.

“I need to watch the movies again,” Clint and Bucky muttered under their breaths.

“No she should be Mulan,” Wanda said.  “Mulan is determined and strong.  Megara just messed with the God of Death.”

“I mess with death all the time,” Natasha countered.

“I should be Megara.” Bucky stated.

“Because you almost died?” Steve asked.

“Because your soul is dark and empty?” Sam asked.

“Yes and no.  My hair is long, not as long as her’s but I can make it work.  Hair extensions.  She plays with Hercules’ emotions.  She is also strong and independent.  Like me.” Bucky explained.

“That settles it.  Bucky is Megara and Natasha is Mulan.”  Tony said, making lines between the two avengers and their princesses.  

“nEXXttT!” Tony shouted.

“Me me me!” Wanda said happily.

“Yes Mr. Stark I would like to go as well.” Vision added.

“Wanda would make the perfect Moana.” Thor said.  “Moana and Wanda both demonstrate very strong emotions, which affect their abilities regarding their powers and limits and they care deeply about the people that mean the most to them.”

He nudged Loki in the shoulder to try to get him more involved in the meeting.  Loki was just throwing his knives up in the air, and Peter was getting very interested, and getting dangerously close to the God of Mischief.  Tony was eyeing the two of them very, very carefully.

“Yeah, yeah sure,” Loki sighed, just going along with Thor or the sake of it.

“Who would Vision be then?” Sam asked.

“He could be the dead grandma,” Clint suggested.

“Yeah, that one that turned into the manta ray.” Nat agreed.

“It’s settled.  Moana and Dead Grandma Ray.” Tony said, making the lines once again.  He had to add “dead grandma” to the board for Vision’s sake.

“NeXXXXXtttT!!” he shrieked.

“Tony, you should be Belle,” Natasha said.

“Yeah.  I mean, they both fall in love and save the people that mean the most to them, even if it means putting their own life at risk.” Steve agreed.

“And they are both really smart.” Peter added.

“Peter, you just had to say that and I would have been on board.  Now I had to listen to Steve and Natasha for a minute.” Tony groaned as he drew a line between his name and Belle’s.

“Thanks Tony,” Steve said sarcastically.

“Your welcome, Capsicle.” Tony gleamed back.

“Sam should be Cinderella.” Bucky said.

“OMG that works!!” Shuri exclaimed.

“Yeah..” Sam realized.  “I’m Cinderella ‘cause she broke, homie.”

“Yeah,” Steve said, smiling from ear to ear, looking back at Sam.

“She represent me, yooo,” Sam said.  Then he looked over at Steve and said, “Lemme borrow twenty dollas.”

By this point, Steve couldn’t hold in the laughter and almost fell out of his chair.  And Sam, being as he called it “Steve’s best friend, better than Bucky,” saved Steve from collapsing on to the floor.

“Steve is the cinder princess.  Deal with it.” Tony declared, adding another line.

“NeeXXttTTT!” Tony screamed.

“Now, all that’s left is Peter and Y/N,” Wanda said, eyeing you two.

“Peter should be Rapunzel.  Before they face the real world, they are both innocent, but then when they see what the world is really like, it changes them.” Thor said, analyzing the similarities between the princess and the superhero.

“Jesus Christ, why is Point break actually really on point?” Tony asked.

“My dear Stalk of corn, I am educated like I told you earlier.  Insect man has really helped me tap into my inner child and all of the pain my demon brother made me endure.” Thor said.

“Spiderman,” Peter mumbled.

“I take that as a complement.” Loki stated, out of the blue.

“Rapunzel is Parker.” Tony declared.

“Last but not least, Y/N.” Steve said.

Now, it took everyone a while to come up with a princess for you.  You didn’t fit the exact mold or looks of a certain princess, so it was definitely harder.

“What about Alice?” Sam said/

“Why the fuck would she be Alice?” Bucky asked.

“Because Alice in Wonderland is supposed to portray the effects of drugs.” Sam explained.

“So your saying that I act like a drug addict?” you asked.

“NO!” Sam shouted.

“Sam, drop it before you dig your own grave.” Steve said.

“What about Jasmine?” offered Wanda.  “You have a very free spirit like her, and she’s your favorite princess.”

“Yeah sure, that sounds fine.” you agreed.

“Y/N is Jasmine!  dOOONNEe!” Tony shouted with relief.

“WAIT I CHANGED MY MIND!” Shuri shrieked.  “I WANNA BE A PRINCESS.  I WANNA BE TIANA SHE IS AN ABSOLUTE BADASS!”

“FINE!” Tony shouted back.  “NOW WE ARE DONE.  EVERYONE HAPPY?”

Everyone in the room, not wanting to disagree with a hot-headed Tony, looked around at each other and slowly nodded their heads.

“Great!” Tony smiled, a complete change in moods.  “Tomorrow we are going to Party City to get our costumes.  Everyone in this room has to come so we can get the wigs and dresses and makeup.  No skipping out.  That includes you Clint, Bucky and Loki.”

The three men who were called out rolled their heads and sighed.  But they agreed to go.  To Tony’s happiness.

“Great.  Meeting finished.  Pepper wants me for something.  Probably for the party.  Nobody try to call me or you will be met with an ear rape of AC/DC.” Tony said, putting on his glasses and promptly leaving the room in Stark fashion.  Everyone eventually left the room, you being lost in your thoughts.  

“You coming, doll?” Bucky asked, seeing you were still sitting in the room.

“Ya, I’ll be out in a second.” you said.  

“Alright, you, me and Clint are doing a Disney marathon for fighting tactics.  Don’t be late or you because we are gonna eat all the food.  I don’t wanna hear you complain.” Bucky said, walking out the door with a lazy drag of his legs.

Now, relief filled your body.  Now you wouldn’t have to hear arguing about costumes!  And they actually agreed to costumes, shockingly.  Now you just couldn’t wait to go to Party City and endure all the chaos.  And then, you left the room to watch Disney movies again, for fighting tactics.  

Oh, the chaos that awaits.  

[jenojaemssss]

drabble game

since exam season is coming up, i wanted to find a nice stress reliever in drabble writing, but couldn't really find a list of prompts that i really liked so here is my own!

send in an au, prompt, and character/member (along with an optional trope) and i'll try to whip up a nice little drabble! (i'll probably write a random one sometimes for funsies)

au:

roommates!au

time traveller!au

spy!au

mafia!au

ceo!au

influencer!au

coffee shop!au

employee!au (specify)

hogwarts!au

college!au

high school!au

babysitter!au

soulmates!au

parent!au

sports!au (name the sport)

supernatural!au (specify)

celebrity!au

superhero/villian!au

angel/demon!au

crime!au

prompt:

“look, i’m breaking every rule in the book right now, but i have a school project on the early 21st century and i really need help from someone who’s actually from the 21st century.”

“so you’re the one stealing my soul-stealing business. how ironic.”

“dude, we gotta go, they’re on his list!”

“funny seeing you here. get it, cause i can’t actually see.”

“how the hell am i supposed to know? do i look like a quizlet deck to you?”

“are you telling me you have a literal penis inked on your hip”

“you have the attention span of a fucking leaf.”

“you’re stuck in a what?”

“uh, i’m not quite sure if this is-you know, legal.”

“did you just ask me what my wifi password is?”

“no, you are not leaving this room until you answer my question.”

“please, for the love of god, stop airdropping me science memes!”

“i thought i was your boss?”

“who are you, and what are you doing under my car?”

“how could you say that?”

“dude, when was the last time you took a shower?”

“give me the date and time, i’ll be there”

“what do you mean there’s no alcohol in it, this is a fucking margarita!”

“you did not just say that.”

“how can i free fall when i've already hit rock bottom?”

“no, you’re not the one anymore.”

“whatever loser.”

“come over here and make me.”

“last time i checked, i never saw your opinion in the list of ingredients.”

“listen, i may be dumb, but i am sure as hell not stupid.”

“you’re telling me we lasted all summer just for it to end like this?”

“do it, i fucking dare you.”

“i always will, even if you don’t.”

“are you sure this is what you want?”

“did you just ‘bro’ me?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“you’re not sorry, you’re just trying to protect yourself!”

“for fuck’s sake, what is your deal?”

“why is he passed out drunk in our tub?”

“oh so that’s the game you wanna play?”

“no, i don’t. i can’t. i’m sorry.”

“i’m eating a sand-wait you did what?”

“if this kills me, you’re next.”

“i thought you were dead!”

“please don’t let this be a bomb.” // “fuck.”

“it’s 2 in the fucking morning, why are you here?”

“this isn’t the last time you’ll see me.”

“let me tell you something, sweetheart.”

“i feel as useless as the ‘p’ in raspberry.”

“shit, is that blood?”

“i can see that you’re clearly trying to prove a point here, but all that food in your mouth isn’t really helping your case.”

“come here.” // “and face an agonizing death? no thanks.”

“you can hit anywhere but his face.” // “why?” // “it’s too pretty to be messed up.”

“you make me wanna commit crimes.”

“you’re pulling me in opposite directions and you’re just standing there, watching.”

“i should have made a move on you before you met him.”

“if you just bit the fucking bullet, we wouldn’t just be strangers on the internet.”

“i think i love-” // “don’t finish your sentence.”

“are you telling me i spent a hundred years in that-that stupid box, for this?”

“not today satan, not to fucking day.”

“you lost one time, it isn’t the end of the world.”

“i wish we lived in the sims.”

“you have sweaty palms.” // “so you want me to let go?” // “no, just making an observation.”

“the sky is literally falling and you’re playing mario kart?”

“please don’t make me eat that.”

“ow-did you just bite me?”

“can you tell i’m falling in love with you or am i not being obvious enough?”

“you know that i can’t show you me.”

“i can’t give you all of me.”

“i’m sorry, but i can’t do this anymore.”

“when did loving you become so addicting?”

“god, i wish we were living different lives.”

“can you please be careful, that was my dead boyfriend’s.”

“a hero and a villain working together. what could possibly go wrong?”

“leave me alone or i will drop kick you to the middle of the desert.”

“look at his cute ass butt and tell me you don’t wanna smack it!” // “ass and butt mean the same thing, idiot.” // “oh so you’re testing me?”

“you can’t prove me wrong when i’m clearly correct.”

“if i hear one more love song, i will go feral.”

“we’ve been dating for like, 3 years, i think your parents are well aware we’ve seen each other naked.”

“babe, why did i just get a notification saying that we ordered $300 worth of sushi?” // “because i ordered $300 worth of sushi?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“when the hell did this become an item?”

“no, i never said that.”

“i broke my nail for you, and this is how you repay me?”

“my boyfriend’s here, hide!”

“who on earth owns one of these anymore?”

“what year do you think we’re from, 2020?”

“if we’re not supposed to be friends, then why do you keep following me around?”

“if you can’t win against them?” // “kill them?” // “NO!”

“who let you in here?” // “i let myself in.”

“since when did you have the keys to my heart?”

“i wish i could rip that dumbass smile off your face.”

“you love me, i love you, why can’t we make a baby?”

“since when did your eyes have stars in them?”

“we’re in the middle of a war and you’re feeding the cats?”

“okay, and? he’s hot.”

“does anyone have any dead presidents?”

“i’ll walk you home.”

“why are we in the middle of nowhere?” // “shut up, i can’t hear the gps.” // “you can’t hear it because it isn’t on!”

“we have a history final due in 4 hours and you’re going ghost hunting?”

“mornings are my favorite.” // “why?” // “‘cause it’s the only time of day where you’re quiet.”

“yes, (member), i am here because (other member) called me to fix your damn pipes. now move so i can get this done and go home.”

“everytime i close my eyes, i can’t help but see you.”

“you’re the cause of my euphoria.”

“just shut up and let me kiss you.”

[florbelles]

C & E for Lyra, G & M for Lillian 💕

thank you lovely!! sorry for the delay xx

— E / EXTERNAL PERSONALITY

i. does the way they do things portray their internal personality?

absolutely. it might seem counterintuitive, since a good deal of her life has relied on deception — her many cons, her evasion of suspicion in forty murders over the span of ten years, and eventually posing as a civilian to spy on the resistance for the project — but she’s effective because of her passive, instead of active, methodology; she will not tell an explicit lie, but she will make a statement that is technically true, but wildly misleading in its context; she really is that affable and good-natured. she is also sadistic, messianic, and freely admits that she considers herself monstrous ( yes, she is terrible; she knows what she is, do you? ), but generally speaking, no one has cause to see that until it’s too late ( no, literally, she is removing their eyeballs, she is cutting their tongues, she is sewing flowers where their organs used to be, and isn’t it beautiful, that their deaths have meaning, that their skin will not simply blister and burn, that they will not choke as the ash fills their lungs; she will string their bodies about the county; no one will know the work is hers, not until later, not until the end, but then, they never thought to ask ). her blood runs much too hot, she is much too impulsive and reckless, her fuse much too short to maintain a persona that is not, essentially, who she is; if others have missed something essential, well. that’s hardly her fault, is it?

ii. do they do things that conform to the norm?

absolutely not. she has never, anywhere in her life, not been glaringly out of place. it’s how she prefers it; she hides in plain sight. she was perpetually flinging herself up against what was expected of her, getting kicked out of boarding school, disappearing for days at a time on nantucket, eventually leaving the week before her sixteenth birthday and never returning. she left behind any semblance of a normalcy with her old life; she’s been on the run ever since. the closest she has had in her adult life to a routine, to normalcy, is with the project. that says everything, i think.

iii. do they follow trends or do their own thing?

see above. she has quite literally never conformed; even as a girl she was a scandal, far too obscene for the old money set ( doubtless her mother’s blood, they murmur; what was lawrence thinking? ). her manner of speaking is outdated, over-formal and over-familiar; her wardrobe consists solely of bare feet or high heels, of long white or pale pink dresses with thigh slits, plunging necklines, bared arms; she is entirely ostentatious. she was living out of her car pumping gas at a texaco in a wedding dress on a tuesday afternoon.

iv. are they up-to-date on the internet fads?

not especially, she stays informed prior to hope county on what’s presently influencing the public consciousness but she doesn’t especially engage with it; she’s never been much for the internet. she’s good at context clues. if you send her a gif or a meme she’ll understand it. if you send her a screenshot of a vine or expect her to understand that sort of shorthand she’ll be lost. why have you sent this photo of a man smashing his phone. is he a friend. does he need help.

v. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it out on their own?

she projects her personality diligently. everything about her has been refined to this; everything about the way she presents herself is intentional. yes, it’s a manipulation, but it’s also true — she has never been anything else. she would not be able to be otherwise, even if she wished to. she allows people to draw their own assumptions from what she presents, and their conclusions are nearly always incorrect; she is indisputably a certain type of woman, but very few actually arrive at the type of woman she is. she weaponizes hyper-femininity to give the illusion of vulnerability to a certain type of man. she gives the impression of materialism where there is none. she bares her tattoos at all times ( the lilies strangled by vines, the thorned roses, the serpent twined in carnations, the wrath across her breasts ); she has shown everyone what she is, she warned them, she wears it on her skin, it is not her fault they did not interpret it correctly ( this is why the marking & atonement immediately resonates with her, it’s aligned with an ideology she already possesses ).

— C / COMFORT

i. how do they sit in a chair?

legs extended and crossed at the heel when she wishes to take up space or make herself an imposing presence; straight backed with her legs folded at a bar or in a meeting; a regular feline at home ( if she’s with her husband she’s curled around him and in his lap, no personal space in this house ). ( originally answered here x )

ii. in what position do they sleep?

she used to sleep on her stomach or side with one arm flung out and the other tucked under her head; she and john sleep in a tangled mess on top of each other because they’re disgusting. she likes to keep a hand on one of his pulse points; she can’t sleep unless she can feel him breathe. ( originally answered here x)

for the last ten years of her life she sleeps curled on the ground with her fingers in the dirt and tries to feel a pulse through the earth.

iii. what is their ideal comfort day?

watch the sunrise ( this is not john's ideal comfort day so his ass better be on that balcony ), fuck all morning, wander the mountains or get high by the river most of the day, read or dance to her favorite records, and a fire at night ( bonfire in the firepit or by the river preferable, hearth fire acceptable if the weather is not permissive ).

iv. what is their major comfort food? why?

hot, sweet, baked things. sugar donuts, scones, coffee cakes. she would loiter around the nantucket bakeries as a girl. lawrence would take her sometimes, if he needed something or was repenting.

v. who is the best at comforting them when down?

john is essentially the only person she even allows to attempt; faith and joseph very circumstantially. it’s less about emotional vulnerability and more about burdening anyone else with her problems; in any given situation, she considers herself the most expendable party, but specifically her discomfort/suffering — she quite literally believes her soul to be damned and forfeit as the price of the world, the lamb, if you will — and that extends to her emotional state in terms. she’s comfortable making herself john’s problem because he signed up for it; she adamantly refuses to do so elsewhere.

— G / GORGEOUS

i. what is their most attractive external feature?

she favors her eyes; all of her sisters share them. she is most often complimented on her hair.

ii. what is the most attractive part of their personality?

extremely resourceful and an excellent conversationalist; either a real pain in the ass or a fucking delight when she lets her hair down, depending on who you ask.

iii. what benefits come with being their friend?

access to everywhere and everything, though if it’s above board she’s probably going to be dull about it and spend the whole time sniping at society she sees there. knows the best places to slip in if you don’t want to be seen, can guarantee you’re seen if you do. can dispatch unwanted suitors, artfully when she’s sober and off-puttingly when she in her cups. premium gossip, if you'd like it.

truthfully, before the war, she'll never be a simple friend to have; she comes with the complications of her family and her name, as much as she might like to slip out at night and play at anonymity to pretend otherwise ( which she will want to do, often ). nonetheless, she invariably comes with society's gaze fixed on her, her familial obligations, and a good deal of skepticism about the intentions of others. she’ll see to your social advancement because that’s what she expects you need from her. if you've withstood the test of time, however, you’re her family, second only to her siblings; she’ll do anything for you.

post-war she can offer her loyalty and a wealth of knowledge about the world before, context to pre-war technology, etc. very scientifically adept, if not trained; in another life she would have spent her years in a lab instead of in front of the cameras. a valuable ally as long as you don't put her on the front lines.

iv. what parts of them do they like and dislike?

she likes that she's resourceful. she likes that she's undefeated among her peers at chess. she likes how splendidly she can command a room, when she wishes; she likes that she can make people listen to her. she likes it better still when she feels she has something that's worth saying ( and she nearly always does ). she likes that she can be ruthless.

while it is one of her defining traits, she can dislike her obstinacy, insofar as she recognizes it’s to blame for her willful blindness to what was happening around her before the great war. she dislikes the extent to which her loyalty to her family led her to turn her head to what was happening around her. she dislikes that she cares so much what everyone thinks of her. she dislikes that she needs her mother's approval, that she hears her voice even after her death. even after she killed her.

v. what parts of others do they envy?

to that point, she envies the more uninhibited like jackie a good deal; to disregard the opinion of others, even their family, in the name of staying true to herself and her ideals is a type of bravery that lillian wishes she had, even if she thinks jackie misguided in her radicalism. she envies freedom, in all forms she lacks it. she envies those unconcerned with perfectionism. she envies anyone who lives a life unencumbered by expectations and legacies.

post-war, she envies those who aren’t burdened with what came before, all that was lost and how and why. she wouldn’t unknow it it she could — being the last to know is a great fear of hers that’s been realized one too many times — but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t envy those who don’t have that baggage of first hand experience and involvement.

— M / MATERNAL

i. would they want a daughter or a son?

neither, truthfully, but she would probably feel more comfortable raising a son; she’s already spent her life shielding evie from their mother, and feels she did an abysmal job of it, so she’s not eager to repeat those mistakes.

ii. how many children do they want?

none, really. lillian is unable to have biological children, but even if she could, she only would have had them out of a sense of obligation to continue the family line, and because of that sense of obligation — subconscious though it might have been — she came to resent the concept.

iii. would they be a good parent?

not really. she could learn — she can learn about anything — but it wouldn't come naturally to her. because it's not something she would choose for herself, it isn't something that would ever be uncomplicated for her. in many respects she's too much a perfectionist to strike a balance as a parent; she would either be overinvolved and overbearing or go to the other extreme and be entirely hands-off. her nanny would most likely be the better mother; hers was.

iv. what would they name a son? what would they name a daughter?

john is the family name for boys, from which she'd probably be disinclined to deviate ( even evie only ventured so far as "shaun" in her defiance ). she would name a girl anything but audrey ( her mother's first name, her own legal first name ). after the war it would be extremely circumstantial. she would probably name her after jackie. because of birth order, she tells evie brightly. evie is annoyed by this for the rest of their lives.

v. would they adopt?

she technically does adopt, in the sense that she takes in her nephew and passes him off as her own. she figured she owed evie that much. ( as it happens, the great war comes just before his first birthday, so motherhood is still not something in the cards for her ). she wouldn't do it again, and she would not have done it under virtually any other circumstances.

[im-the-king-of-the-ocean]

5 for Nuts and Dolts, because the hug in the trailer is still on continuous loop in my head and the only thing better than an angsty hug is an angsty hug AND KISS 8 for Data Farm, because I'm weak for the idea of Oscar being unexpectedly prince-like and making Penny feel like a princess (or the other way around) I can't remember the number, but the interrupted kiss for rosegarden No pressure to do all of these, I just couldn't decide on one ship because I love all of them

(as a brief refresher: Data Farms Fic Link, Rosegarden Fic Link)

...and here’s to finally being able to answer this ask and revealing the ridiculous (sort of) secret plan I’ve carried out over a month (or two maybe idk) and what’s now a six-chapter fic!

(no, I’m not joking, this (Rose Puppetry) was literally A Thing bc I’m Like That)

So, to explain, way back when I was doing requests for this kissing meme, it was around the same time that you introduced me to the Mechanisms music, and then the Magnus Archives after that.

Subsequently, I thought it would be really cool to make one of these three requests Steampunk-themed.  I decided on the Nuts and Dolts one bc, when I first listened to Once Upon A Time (In Space), I associated Ruby and Penny heavily with Rose and Cinders (I think it was bc the album was brought up in reference to Souls or something like that?  Also Rose Puppetry was my alternative solution to just derailing Souls completely into Being A Steampunk Fic).

Anyways, I started out with the intent to do a short oneshot where Penny breaks into a facility to save Ruby, which would be reminiscent of the final attack on Old King Cole that led to Cinders being reunited with Rose.

Except then I got carried away by world-building (bc it was so freaking fun) and Rose Puppetry became an entire multi-chapter fic all of its own.

For the record, I think I originally @ you when I posted the first chapter bc I was going to say that the fic was a response to this prompt and then quite literally forgot to actually say that anywhere.  I then realized that, if I kept quiet about it, I could turn it into a surprise, which seemed like a fun thing to do, so I went for it.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy the end of Rose Puppetry!

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5. Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.

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Rose Puppetry Ch6: The Tale of Little Briar and the Huntress in the Cottage

Summary:

A century ago or so, Atlas set out to conquer the world.  Penny was built to be a spy, an infiltrator meant to find weaknesses in Vale’s defenses before the invasion.

She did.  Then she fell in love.  And rebelled against the kingdom that had created her.

Ch1.  Ch2.  Ch3.  Ch4.  Ch5.

Every child in Patch knows of the Huntress who lives in the cottage on the outskirts of town.  Their great protector, who keeps the dangers of the woods at bay so they can go about their lives safely.  No one knows, not really, where she came from.  The youngest kids among them generally want to ask, but their parents usually shush them before they can try.  It’s considered improper, prying into what should be left well enough alone.

Briar knows more about the Huntress than any of her peers, but you’d never catch her boasting about it in the school yard.  No sir.  She can keep a secret extremely well, she can.  Well that, and she doesn’t want the Huntress to be upset with her and ask her father to not allow her to make the weekly deliveries anymore.  Briar loves visiting the Huntress’s cottage, with its duck pond and its thick bramble of roses.  But, most importantly, she loves being let inside and allowed to watch the Huntress work for just a little while.

For, in addition to being their protector against the scary monsters that lurk in the woods, the Huntress is Patch’s one and only mechanic.  There used to be more, of course, but that was back before Briar was born and they all got called off to fight in the Great War against Atlas.

Briar once asked if the Huntress fought in the Great War, too.  She remembers how the Huntress fell silent, the gloomy expression that had seamlessly eclipsed the Huntress’s entire being, and quietly swore never to ask again.  It’s not important for her to know, Briar decided.  Not like learning how gears, cogs, and screws all fit into machinery and make things like the big clock in the tower in the center of town work.

It’s a sunny day.  A few wisps of clouds linger in the sky, but not many.  Briar skips home from school, humming a happy tune of her own creation as she goes.  She briefly pauses to scratch the noses of the cows who’ve wandered to the fence of their pasture bordering the road.  The cows moo at her and sniff Briar’s fingertips for treats.

“Sorry, I don’t have anything for you today.”  Briar giggles as their chin whiskers tickle her.  “If I have time after I visit Ms. Rose, I’ll try and bring you all back something, but I make no promises.”

She continues on her way, only stopping in the Mech Field to pick a collection of bright, cheerful wildflowers.  Briar pauses to consider the ruins of the old war machines, but Ms. Rose once warned her very sternly not to get too close to the fallen mechs without her supervision, so Briar doesn’t.  Instead, she takes a spare hair ribbon out of her school bag, ties it snugly around the stems of her wildflowers to keep them properly bunched together, and heads home.

Her mother has the weekly grocery basket for Ms. Rose waiting when Briar arrives.  She helps Briar securely fasten it to the deliveries bicycle and situate the flower bouquet on top so the bumpy ride won’t jostle them too much.

“Keep an eye on the time,” Briar’s mother gives her the usual warning.  “And, if it starts growing dark, have Ms. Rose walk you home.”

Briar rolls her eyes.  She’s big enough to come home all on her own, even after sunset, she thinks.  Still, she promises, “I will!” before taking off on the bicycle.

Smoke lazily drifts into the sky from Ms. Rose’s cottage’s chimney as Briar makes her approach.  The huntress’s dog, a great, big creature with a lumbering gait and a lolling tongue, appropriately named ‘Wolf’, runs to greet Briar as she approaches.  She slows her bicycle to a stop and dismounts.

“Hey, Wolfie.”  Briar scratches behind the dog’s ears, and gets licked enthusiastically for it.  She laughs.  Wolf dances excited circles around Briar as she walks over and leans her bicycle against the cottage.  “Stop that!”  Briar commands Wolf, only half serious.  “I have to get the groceries inside!”  She nudges the door open and walks into the cottage.

“Ms. Rose?  Are you here?”  Briar calls out.

“In the workshop, Briar!”  Ms. Rose yells back from somewhere deep inside.  Briar grins.  With some care, she shoves the groceries in the refrigerator.  Ms. Rose will organize them however she pleases later, after a few more hours of work, at least.

Briar goes to hurry through the kitchen, but remembers herself, and pauses at the sink to fill a pitcher with water for her wildflower bouquet.  She carefully lowers the flowers in and unties her hair ribbon from around their stems.  Then, after tidying the bouquet a little, Briar walks further into the cottage.  She doesn’t go immediately to the workshop, but to a room Ms. Rose only recently granted her permission to enter.

Briar pauses and takes a breath in the doorway of the bedroom.  It’s always a bit weird to do this.  She’s never actually met Ms. Penny.  Not back before, when she was awake.  Ms. Penny doesn’t know who she is.  Never had the chance to, really.

Regardless, flowers always make Briar feel better when she isn’t feeling well.  With Wolf padding loyally at her side, Briar approaches the bed where Ms. Penny serenely sleeps and situates the bouquet on the table beside it.

“Good day, Ms. Penny,” Briar speaks politely, for she’s never spoken to a mechanical person, or one who’s never woken up, before Penny.  Briar still feels kind of odd about that, but, since she first stumbled across Penny’s room, she’s been determined to try and make her feel better (if that’s at all possible).

“Spring’s here.  The first of Mr. Oobleck’s lambs were born the other day.”  Briar starts her usual, short, babbling update about life in Patch.  “They’re extremely cute.  I’ll draw you a picture, so, when you wake up, you won’t have missed seeing them.”

“She’d like that, I think.”

Briar jumps, and spins around.  Ms. Rose stands in the doorway, leaning against its frame.  She smiles softly at Briar, and joins her by Penny’s bedside.  “Penny never…I think she always lived in cities before we met.”  Ms. Rose takes a deep breath.  “I’m not sure she’s ever gotten the chance to see a newborn lamb.”

“Then this will be her first time,” Briar says confidently.

“Yes.”  Ms. Rose smiles sadly down at Briar.  “Run along to the workshop now.  I left today’s assignment out on the table for you.  Try to see if you can get started on your own.  I’ll be along in a moment.”

Briar does as she’s told, but not before stopping just outside the bedroom and sneakily poking her head back in to watch Ms. Rose gently smooth Penny’s long, soft copper curls and place a kiss on her forehead.

“Don’t wait too much longer to wake up, my love, alright?”  Ms. Rose whispers.

Briar slips away, feeling a little guilty about spying on such a private moment.  She doesn’t know why Ms. Penny sleeps, what caused her to fall into her lasting slumber in the first place, but Briar does know that Ms. Rose came to Patch to have a quiet, safe place to repair her.

The assignment Ms. Rose set out for Briar that day is a small music box.  One that had, in all likeliness, played a lovely melody at some point, but has long since worn out.  Repairing it shouldn’t be the hardest of tasks.  Not now that Briar is a handful of months out of transitioning from ‘kid who gets to watch the Huntress work’ to ‘unofficial mechanic’s apprentice’.

Ever so carefully, Briar removes a tiny, rusty gear from the music box with her tweezers and sets it aside.  She looks to Ms. Rose, who smiles reassuringly back at her.  Briar finds the replacement gear, plucks it up with the tweezers, and goes to insert it right where it needs to—

“Hello?!  Huntress are you here?”  A voice shouts into the cottage.  Wolf scrambles up from lying under where Briar’s feet dangle off her stool and barks loudly.  Briar jumps.  Her tweezers fall out of her hand.  The replacement gear goes flying.

“Just a moment!”  Ms. Rose calls back.  She helps Briar retrieve the gear from where it’s fallen to the floor.  “Think you can work on your own for a bit?”  Ms. Rose asks.  When Briar nods, the huntress wipes grease and oil smudges off her fingertips onto her leather apron and goes to see who has come asking after her aid.

Briar half listens to the ensuing conversation about a broken down car on the road as it drifts through the cottage to her.  Ms. Rose briefly returns to the workshop for her portable tool kit, and then leaves to go repair the automobile in question.  She promises she’ll check Briar’s handiwork upon her return.  Wolf ambles back over to Briar.  The dog circles a couple times to settle, and then returns to napping.

For the next couple of hours while Briar works, things are quiet and peaceful.  She finishes repairing the music box.  With bated breath, Briar winds it up and sets it down on the worktable.  A soft tune fills the air.  Briar can’t help but smile.

Too excited to wait until Ms. Rose gets back to show off her success, Briar carefully scoops the music box up in her hands and carries it to Penny’s room.  She puts it down by the wildflowers she brought earlier, and lets it play its song a second time.

So caught up on listening to the music box’s melody is Briar, she doesn’t catch when it’s joined by the sounds of other mechanisms whirling and clicking.  Ones that have long remained at rest, but, at the sound of a comforting song, rouse again.

Movement catches Briar’s attention.  Before she realizes what’s happened, a pair of bright, dazzling green eyes meet her own.  They almost seem to glow, as if they’re lightbulbs that have spent a long, long time charging up and want to celebrate the chance to finally illuminate.

“H-hello?”  The voice is hoarse, creaky with disuse.  It’s nothing like Briar imagined it would be.  “Briar?”

Briar blinks rapidly.  “You know me?” slips from her lips before she can stop the question.

“Of course.”  Tentatively, Penny moves to push herself up in a sitting position.  One of her hands slips before she can put weight down on it.  Briar rushes forward to help support her.  “Thank you.”  Penny smiles gratefully at Briar.  “To answer your question, I heard you.  The days you came and talked to me and brought me flowers.”  She pauses.  “I’d very much like to see Mr. Oobleck’s lambs.”

“Oh.”  Briar takes a minute to process this.  “I didn’t think…” she’s not sure what to say.  She’s imagined this moment hundreds of times, but, now that it’s happening, Briar’s mind is frustratingly blank.

“It’s alright.”  Penny gives her a small, soft smile.  “It’s not everyday someone you’ve only known as a ‘sleeping lady’ wakes up.”

“I-err-yeah…” Briar pauses.  “If you don’t mind me asking, how could you hear me all those times?  Since you were asleep?”

Penny inhales deeply and exhales, the clockwork of her body moving with the motion.  “It’s a bit complicated.  A short explanation would be that, even without enough power to function normally, I could still record audio.” Penny shoots a knowing smirk in Briar’s direction.  “I would love to give you the fully detailed explanation.  Later.  If you don’t mind, there’s someone who’s long overdue for a hug, I think.”

Briar’s eyes widen.  “Oh!  Ms. Rose!  Of course!”  She scrambles up to fetch Penny a walking stick to lean upon as she gets up.  “She went out to repair someone’s car.  I think it’s just down the road!”  Briar hovers, ready to support Penny if she needs help with walking.  When Penny makes it to the doorway on her own, Briar relaxes a little.

Together, with Wolf keeping pace with them (and Briar would swear the dog is keeping as much a careful eye on Penny as she herself is), they make their way outside.

Penny pauses, and looks up at the blue, blue sky.  She blinks.  If she were capable of crying, she probably would have.  “I never dreamed I’d see it again.”  Penny whispers.  She turns to look ahead, down the road she and Briar intend to walk, and sees someone coming toward them on it.  Penny gasps.

There is one sight that Penny dreamed of, longed for, during her oh so very long slumber.  One sight, her vague, ethereal thoughts could never quite capture, but tried to constantly.  The person she sees on the road doesn’t quite fit the picture Penny remembers.  The person is no longer a youthful maiden, but a full grown woman.  Her black-red hair is longer, kept in an untidy braid over one shoulder.  She’s wearing the garb of a mechanic, and not combat dress.  Branching scars, leftover from a (Grimm) time Penny would very much like to leave in the past, dance across her skin.

“Ruby.”

Penny breathes the name out at the same time Ruby sees her, stops, and stares.

A moment passes where no one moves, where the world is held frozen in shock.  Anxiety ripples over Ruby’s face.  Worry that needs no verbal words to describe it.  That Penny won’t love this older version of her.  That this person she had to grow into while she patiently waited for Penny to wake up isn’t someone Penny will be able to bring herself to love.

Penny takes a step forward, and then another.  Her walking stick is cast aside as she recalls how to push her legs into motion as fast as she can.  She runs, reaching Ruby in the blink of an eye.  Eager to vanquish all the anxieties she sees in her beloved, Penny takes Ruby up in her arms and spins her around and around.  She laughs, causing Ruby to laugh with relief too.

They’re together.  Nothing, no war or conflict or spiders who want to control them, can get in the way of that any longer.  They may have once been puppets in a grand scheme, but they’re free now.  Free to do whatever they wish, as long as they wish.

Penny stops spinning Ruby around.  She holds her close, drinking in the sight of Ruby’s sparkling, silver eyes.  Without thinking about it, they press their foreheads together and simply gaze at each other.

Later, they’ll let Briar commit a condensed version of their story down on paper.  A fairytale, it will be.  One only a handful will actually believe there’s truth to, but that’s just as well to them.  Right now, this moment?  This moment is just for them.

Ruby wraps her arms around Penny.  Penny leans in.  Their lips find each other.  Tentative, unsure, aware they have a lot to adjust to again with each other (but eager to get started).  The kiss is soft and sweet.  A promise of many, many more to come.

They don’t live happily ever after.  For Penny and Ruby’s story doesn’t end here.  It goes on, with many days full of love, and equally as many filled with struggle as they learn each other’s embrace again.  There are moments when the scars of the past threaten to consume them, and moments filled with nothing but laughter and joy.

Overall, though?

Penny and Ruby live together for a very, very long time, and that time together is largely marked by their shared happiness.

[plotdesigner]

writing ask: 10, 14, 25, 29 :)

I’m sorry this took so long to get to! but we’re finally heeeere

10. Give one (1) piece of advice for fellow writers.

A 100k fanfic is written one word at a time!

14. An idea you’ll probably never write but damn if the idea ain’t cool.

Some 30 years post canon, and after the Nie sect makes a miraculous breakthrough with their sabers thanks to some strange travelers, the jianghu is attacked by strange creatures that devour the souls of those they attack, and not even the combined powers of the four sects can stop them. Nie Huaisang hatches a dangerous plan - if the present cannot be saved, he’ll return to the past to ensure the world is ready (and maybe make sure some people who died in ye olde days make it to the present this time around.)

As a ghost possessing his teenage self, and with his brother and baby self’s help, the Nie-zhongzhu of the future can probably prepare for the Sunshot Campaign and the Heartless with help from his sect and his fancy new keyblade, right -

hey why is every teenager at the cloud recesses suddenly manifesting a new shiny keyblade?? what do you mean lan wangji and wei wuxian’s match???

or, in which a time travel fix it goes promptly off the rails with crossover nonsense xD

25. How do you pick your titles?

I spend the hour before posting the fanfic reading through the story and hitting up youtube for an appropriate line in the story or lyric to slap on it.

29. Share a bit from a wip!

“What happened?” Wen Ning asked. “I should have asked that first, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. My saber had a bad reaction,” Nie Huaisang said. 

“Bad reaction? Doesn't your saber spirit only react to threats?”

“Yes, but he has to be taught. Like how he didn’t know the yao were a threat on the mountain, you know? He can only guard me against threats he’s seen before.” Nie Huaisang smiled wryly. “What do you think is the monster that’s attacked me most?”

Wen Ning’s face scrunched thoughtfully. “The monster that’s attacked you the most... With the war, would it be walking corpses? Or,” and his face went blank with realization, “oh. It’s people, isn’t it?”

“It is. Between the war and other things,” grey robes red blood his father’s voice roaring xiao di’s scream drowning out his thoughts, “humans are what’s attacked me the most and the earliest in my life, so xiao di gets twitchy in crowds.”

“Is that why you didn’t carry him much at the Cloud Recesses?” Wen NIng asked.

“That’s part of it.” That was most of it. The racing thoughts, the constant vigilance. “He means well, you know? Saber spirits want to destroy evil, and he watches for it, especially when I’m upset, and when he’s wary it’s hard for me to stop being upset, and,” Nie Huaisang waved his finger in a spiral, “then I just end up with a worse and worse mood for the rest of the day.” 

I’m helping! Xiao di protested. Humans are evil! They can attack at any moment. 

“That’s not good, probably. Can you train to fix that?” Wen Ning asked.

“Training might make xiao di get better at identifying other evils, but once a saber spirit latches onto a known evil, they usually don’t unlatch.  If you train a dog to catch weasels, it’s hard to make them stop attacking small wriggly things, right?” Nie Huaisang said. “They’re created to identify and destroy evil. Having them not do that would be counterproductive.” 

Wen Ning frowned. “Nie-xiong...”

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” Nie Huaisang said, flapping his hands as if to wave away the issue. “All schools have their strengths and drawbacks, don’t they? Our founder was a butcher who needed a way to protect his village from the yao that hid in the forest nearby, and forged a partner that would let him find them and defeat them. I don’t think he could have foreseen what would have to happen if the enemy his partner had to kill was people.” 

Wen Ning’s frown deepened. “I’m sorry.”

For what, Nie Huaisang wondered. For what his family and sect had done to his friends and family and sectmates over the years? For what his saber had become in reaction to it? Or just - in general, for what Nie Huaisang had let himself become, because he didn’t want to wield his saber? 

It was the kind of thought that made him want a drink. But he had work to do, and a conference to spy on, and he did that work best when he was mostly sober. 

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” Nie Huaisang says. “I think I already said that, but I’ll say it again.” 

Wen Ning’s stiff face twitched into a small smile. “Thank you, Nie-xiong.”

“None of that, either. Isn’t it thank you and sorry when you say goodbye? You’re not getting rid of me for a long time,” Nie Huaisang said, and gently patted his face, then. “Actually, I can do more thanks, I always love being thanked.” 

“Thank you,” Wen Ning said again, with feeling. “Thank you for coming here and helping us, despite everything.”

original meme here

[durandtm]

TIMOTHEE CHALOMET, 19, NONBINARY, HE/HIM ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, CAMPBELL “CAMP” DURAND! according to their records, they’re a SECOND YEAR, specializing in ADVANCED ENCRYPTION and DRIVER’S ED; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (dark circles under eyes, the scent of eucalyptus, running late, looking disinterested or confused, constantly writing). when it’s the (aquarius)’s birthday on FEBRUARY 18, they always request FRIED PICKLES from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. ⌿ kara, 26, she/her, pst ⍀

HIS STORY.

+ Home is on the southwestern side of France where the scenery consisted of salt farms and old windmills. Many of the village's buildings were whitewashed, and some, even the farmhouses, had ornamental towers reminiscent of the 16th century. Their town of Ars-en-Ré was a commune on the Île de Ré in the Charente-Maritime. Whitewashed buildings there would often accent their buildings with grayish blues and whatever flowers they could grow. + Campbell Durand lived with his mother, Camila, and father, Hal, in a quaint guesthouse belonging to a fish and lobster farmer. + Boats went in and out of the harbor all day via a long channel between the marshes, and that was where you could find Hal from dusk to dawn. + A distinct feature of the town was its strange black and white church steeple. It had been a useful mariner's way-finder for centuries. Camila Durand would often go out to the steeple. She enjoyed the quiet walk over, the feel of the water’s breeze against her skin, and proudly overlooked her boys at work. Campbell would wave violently toward her, smile brightening his face, stomach rumbling for dinner, as she silently guided them home. + If Campbell was not in school, he was in and out of the harbor with his father. He would do at least one run in the morning before school and two after. On days with higher run expectancies or days when men would not show up due to poor weather conditions, Campbell would miss school, much to his and his mother’s dismay, to work with his father. + “Camp,” he began to be called. It was easier to shout one syllable than two over the deafening sound of the waters and men working. + The boy’s scent was slightly fishy, mixed with saltwater and sweat. Regardless of whether or not his peers’ families were in the same industries or higher middle class, this was unique to him and often kept him from experiencing close friendships.   + Once a year at most, Camila Durand went into the city. The trip’s purpose was to collect necessities, and despite her desire to take her son, Hal insisted Camp remain in Ars-en-Ré. + When Camila was pregnant with their second child, Camp was finally allowed to accompany his mother to the city to carry things for her. He stopped at a street vendor whose wooden display was covered with beautiful flowers and bottles filled with perfumes and oils. When the smell of eucalyptus grabbed his attention, Camila smiled; eucalyptus grew plentifully in Southern France and was the base note of her everyday perfume, a luxury item she was able to pick out for her wedding. She bought the eucalyptus oil for her son, a secret to be kept from Hal. Camp would use it when he got to school and hoped it wore off by the time he left. + Camp’s hair was a hectic mess of curls. His mother liked to wrap them around her index finger mindlessly, creating a sensitivity and exclusivity around the act. While he had an affinity for it and could often be found with a hand in his hair, he would never let anyone but his mother touch it, remaining true even into young adulthood. + Eventually, Camp’s curls grew long and people would tell his parents that he was such a “pretty girl.”  Camila tucked his long curls behind his ears like she did her own for as long as she could, but eventually, his father’s ego got the best of him. It was like Campbell’s masculinity was meant to be a reflection of his own. If Campbell was not masculine enough, Hal felt it meant he wasn’t masculine enough. + This led to the desire, manipulation, and force-of-hand Hal had in having another son. + Getting pregnant again was a long, hard road for Camila. Her first miscarriage was found out by Campbell climbing into her bed to find a mess of blood. Hal reprimanded Camp for screaming, even though it was the sounding alarm that saved her life at the time. Hal rushed out the door with Camila in his arms, slamming the door shut behind them. Things were never explained to Campbell, leaving him confused. When his mother arrived home safely, he quickly held to the relief and asked no questions. It wasn’t until she began to show, two pregnancies and one miscarriage later, that he found out his parents were still trying. + When it was time for the baby to come, delivery was even more difficult than the act of getting pregnant. The complications took her life. + After his mother had passed, there was nothing tying Campbell and Hal together. He fell into a quiet, depressive state and spent his entire earnings at the harbor on a laptop like the ones all of the kids at school had. + Camp barely tried at school, though he succeeded with flying colors. + When he got home, he would remain tucked away in his room, playing video games, coding, learning and unlearning algorithms, and the like. He often would stay up all night, sleep becoming less and less of a priority as his eyes remained glued to the blue light of his screen. + His father began drinking when he got home. The two sat at the dinner table together. They didn’t talk. If anything was to be said, it was Hal, telling Camp that he would waste his life away on that computer and never make anything of himself. + Camp began hacking. It started out as a result of having beaten all of his video games and having no money to buy more. It became his own sort of game. It started small, the computers of classmates, then teachers, then strangers, then businesses, then local government, then banks, and eventually, secret intelligence branches. + The boy had no ambitions, no goals, no ulterior motive, no end game. He was told that there would be very serious consequences for his actions, but the agency was in America, a country in which he was not legally adult, and he felt untouchable. His 18th birthday wasn’t far so they did with him what they would have done with any juvenile delinquent in his position and offered him a “bright future” that started with Gallagher Academy. The Fall semester would begin in September of 2019, and along with it, would begin Camp’s new life. + He packed his bags, gave his father a reluctant hug, ignoring his proud ramblings of how he would make something of himself after all and that his mother would be so proud, and was on his way. He would wake up and go to sleep missing the quiet safety of the home his mother had once occupied. He would miss the certainty of his father’s mundane routines and joining him for quiet dinners of cabbage and meat stew when he got home.

HIS PERSONALITY.

(insightful, patient, weird, rebelling, lone wolf, great listener, always running late, 1000 moods, needs space)

+ Kaiju films are they’re favorite (Kaiju is a Japenese genre of films featuring giant monsters that are usually attacking major cities) + Also loves Ghostbusters + Always has a movie they want you to watch + Barely sleeps, leaving dark circles permanently under their eyes + Computer is so old it glitches. + Dreams of a car with a neon under-glow, though they don’t know where they’d drive it + Included a major of driver’s ed because they have never driven a car, nor has their family ever owned one, and driving fast sounds cool + Ends up using it as a coping mechanism. some people punch things when they’re mad, others cry, he drives. fast. dangerously. recklessly. but it’s okay because technically they’re studying + Drinks absinthe as a way of remaining close to their father, who they think they’re destined to be regardless of what fancy school invited them to the states and thinks they’re “talented” and “genius” + Listens to Mariana’s Trench in the background of whatever they’re doing + Has tattoo ideas, but no tattoos: UFO, bermuda triangle, third eye, a mask, illuminati symbol + Talks to you for hours about conspiracy theories + Writes poetry + Likes feeling the breeze with their eyes closed (it reminds them of their mother doing the same at the church steeple, looking over them at the harbor) + Keeps a notebook separate from their poetry, meant for deep thoughts, connecting thoughts and ideas, and inspiration + Photoshopped your head on a meme and sent it to you at 3am + Gets heartbroken 30 times a week by falling for people they look at + Has trust issues + Often unmotivated and disinterested + Feels like they have to adapt to every person they meet to be liked, so they’re often silent at first, figuring out how to mold themselves into the kind of person they need to be around you + Labeled themselves as nonbinary as soon as they were no longer under the strict rule of masculinity presented by their father + Wants to use they/them pronouns, but is too scared to ask. Feels like it’s a “burden” to ask people to go through the trouble of being thoughtful. They don’t want people thinking about them at all + Figuring things out takes them a little longer + Only comes out of their shell around people that are gentle and easy-going + They are tolerant and composed to balance their intense energy when it gets to be too much and needs people to do the same + Can not flirt if their life depended on it + Can be social but born a lone wolf + Only clingy when having the time of  their lives with you, trust you with their heart and soul, or realize they can help you drastically with something and wish to focus on their effort to help you + Need people to sense and feel where the lines between “seeming” and “being” blur and that can figure out who the person is behind the anonymous mask + There’s always some kind of mask to see through + Cognitive AF + Come across emotionless because it is hard to allow themselves to be seen as vulnerable by other people + They hide from their own self + Highly selective and self-aware + They find it hard to ask for help + It’s not all fun and laughs + They adore someone who will inspire confidence in them and the courage to be in the moment and embody their own complexities. Someone who takes them seriously enough but will also keep the conversation light and free-flowing. They will only crush their own walls if you literally allow them to go ahead and ask for the help they deserve + They want people who can allow them to escape and be an actual human anchor for their souls + They do not like to be forced when it comes to sharing what is important to them. They will only do that on their own time or not at all + They know the difference between who is a friend vs. who is a best friend vs. who is a mere acquaintance vs. who is a person they view romantically. These lines do not blur or cross + Once on that level, it’s like having a secret language of communication + Harsh with their words. They are not polite because their words happen outside of emotions + How they communicate with others often has nothing to do with how they’re feeling on the inside + Come across as senseless and illogical and absolutely nuts + Likes to say “I told you so” + Get in their head while you’re talking, so they sometimes have to pretend that they understood

[xcziel]

Multi-Fandom Slash Fic Recs: Long reads for your quarantine needs

Was gonna add my own 2 cents for each rec, but it got long and I'll never post if I have to think about it anymore - may edit to add more commentary. Suffice it to say, these are all great long reads, not much angst, some smutty some not, highly improbable levels of things-working-out because it's fanfic and that's what it's for. Feel free to troll through my AO3 Bookmarks as well.

The One Where They're Stars on HGTV Series

earlgreytea68

Inception: Arthur/Eames

AU, 466,359 words 9 works Complete

Summary:

"Have you ever seen "Love It or List It"? In which Arthur is the real estate agent and Eames is the designer.

Eames is certain that they will excel at being celebrity judges.

Arthur is not so sure.

But then, that's usually how their relationship goes."

My 2 cents: Just what it says on the tin: Arthur and Eames are HGTV stars of a show which pits straightlaced realtor Arthur against flamboyant designer Eames, but the new show they're embarking on will give them a chance to work together. Arthur has his reservations - not least among them the surprise arrival of Eames' superficially charming ex. Eames, of course, has all the confidence in the world. Featuring fun design challenges, mildly insecure Athur, fluffy confidant Ariadne, reality show 'backstage' melodrama, Arthur becomes a meme, Eames fantastical decorating schemes, a Matt Bomer lookalike complete with fedora (trilby), and acres of gauzy romantic fluff.

We Begin Again Series

katherynefromphilly

Merlin: Merlin/Arthur

316,197 words 4 works

Summary:

"For many long years Merlin waited.

For the other part of his soul, for the other half of his life. He was born to serve Arthur. So that meant he was also born to wait. Even if it took a thousand years. Even if the wait seemed never to end.

Until one day, suddenly, it did.

When Arthur stumbles from the Lake of Avalon 1,500 years after his death, he finds a world unlike the one he knew. Faced with the loss of everyone he loved, and the threat of impending prophecy, Arthur must learn what it means to be not just a king, but the Once and Future King. Merlin does all he can to guide him, even as he struggles to hide his love for his king, and his fear of losing him again.

Story includes sass, banter, horseplay, & True Love."

Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail Series

owlet

MCU: Steve/Bucky

264,438 words 8 works

Summary:

"The mission resets abruptly, from objective: kill to objective: protect

Integration into adult human social dynamics requires attention and effort. Especially with this bunch of damaged bozos.

(A series of interconnected one-shots.)"

2 cents: Post-Winter Soldier Bucky works his own way through. Recovery fic from Bucky's POV, not shippy in the beginning (unless you consider MCU-canon-level co-dependency shippy I guess) and with added 'Avengers living in the Tower' flavor

The Sonnet Series

nekosmuse, afrocurl

X-Men: Charles/Erik

AU, 196,721 words 3 works

Summary:

"Erik Lehnsherr is a visiting professor at Columbia University, as well as an acclaimed and award winning poet. Charles Xavier is a lead researcher with the Genetics Department who is well on his way to tenure. But what happens when Charles has to cancel a class because half his students abandon him in favour of a mysterious new English Lit professor? Naturally he ends up sitting in in the class, where Professor Lehnsherr mistakes him for a student. It's really too bad Erik has such a strict policy against dating students. It's also too bad Erik doesn't seem to know how to use Google."

Hollywood 'verse Series

clio_jlh

Star Trek AOS: Kirk/McCoy

80,063 words 7 works

Summary:

"From Variety, June 2008:

Pavel Chekov ("Charlie X") and Gaila ("Bread and Circuses") have joined the cast of small budget drama "That Which Survives," funded by Fleet's indie arm Academy and supervised by Nyota Uhura.

The debut feature from longtime script doctor Leonard McCoy, former show runner on sitcom "Three to Tango," centers on a college student coping with his father's terminal cancer. Chekov plays the son, Gaila the nurse. The father is yet to be cast.

Also attached are director James T. Kirk and producer Spock, the team behind the blockbuster spy-girl franchise starring Carol Marcus, the latest of which, "A Taste of Armageddon," opened last month.

(A modern-day Hollywood AU.)"

A Curious Carriage of Crystal and Cold

Etharei

X-Men: Charles/Erik

AU, 114,261 words

Summary:

"Charles, a miner from a poor village in the countryside, saves the life of Erik Lehnsherr, scion of a successful business family and the richest man on the planet Eisen. Charles is a telepath and somewhat anxious about it, while Erik abstains from relationships because the lights flicker and doors open and electronics vibrate when he gets too excited.

Also featuring a long-suffering sister, a foul-mouthed bodyguard, and a best friend with a heart that is definitely not gold.

In which there are princes, spaceships, long journeys, and old secrets uncovered. (An AU sci-fi fairytale)"

Shadowlord and Pirate King Series

Footloose, mushroomtale

Merlin: Merlin/Arthur

AU, 216,060 words 3 works

Summary:

"A fast ship, a good crew, a treasure, a Clan to lead -- that's all Arthur Pendragon has ever wanted. He sits on the Council, he supports his father's kingship, and he keeps an eye on the Imperial Conglomerate when they come too close to Pirate space.

One day the Conglomerate infiltrates the Clans and poisons the King. Arthur must search for a cure to keep his father alive and the Clans from civil war.

An escape route, a sharp knife, a target, the shadows at his command -- that's all Merlin has ever needed. He fulfills his assignments, he uses the Sterling to sustain his once-royal House in their exile, and wages a private war against the Imperial Conglomerate.

When he learns of an elaborate plot to assassinate him, Merlin does the opposite of what's expected. He flees onto a Pirate ship.

There's a saying among the Pirates: that one's fate is written in the stars. Destiny will always set to rights what has been made wrong.

Arthur and Merlin know that they were meant for the other from the moment they meet. They can feel it from across the galaxies separating them. Nothing can stop them from being together or from fulfilling an ancient prophecy."

Children, Wake Up Series

hollycomb

Star Wars sequels: Kylo Ren/Armitage Hux

non-canon after Force Awakens, 608,083 words 3 works

Warning for torture and past sexual assault (offscreen)

Summary:

"Hux follows orders and loses his way.

Barricaded in the darkness of Snoke's citadel as part of his final training, Kylo Ren senses a disturbance in the Force: General Hux in great pain, captured and tortured by a faction of radical traitors within the First Order. Ren seeks Snoke's counsel and finds him gone. He knows this is a test, and that he must resist the urge to assist the General. And yet."

2 cents: I don't even know. I started just to look at it and then somehow I couldn't stop. Two characters I find wholly irredeemable given back story enough to make me suspend disbelief just enough to enjoy the fic - now that's talent. Features background Finn/Rey and Luke/Wedge if you care about that, and generally has everyone written in a positive light except Snoke, including a surprising handful of of First Order refugees. It's weirdly not at all a dark fic, despite the premise and extreme levels of Force Ex Machina.

snipers solve 99% of all problems

silentwalrus

Fullmetal Alchemist: post-canon gen

HP crossover, 170,861 words, 59 chapters so far, WIP

Summary:

"Ed had thought, after the whole Promised Day, homunculus, entire country harvested for alchemical batteries thing, the batshit quotient of his life would have settled down some. He really ought to have topped out the meter with that one. But no. The bullshit is just getting started.

“Are you fucking kidding me,” Ed demands. “The wizards?”"

2 cents: Neither of these are my fandom, but I have read all the HP books, so I could get the gist. While jonesing for an update, I ended up bingeing FMA: Brotherhood and I have no regrets. Ed working alchemy-as-science and trying to translate wizardry into scientific alchemical workarounds is all I never knew I wanted. Team Amestris takes JKR's creation to school, with all the swearing you'd expect sprinkled throughout for ambiénce.

[sunnyxxmartin]

⌠ CHINA ANNE MCCLAIN, 19, (CIS) FEMALE, SHE/HER/HERS⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, SUNSHINE "SUNNY" MARTIN! according to their records, they’re a FIRST year, specializing in ADVANCED ENCRYPTION / KNIFE FIGHTING SKILLS, SWORD TRAINING, PRECISION SHOOTING, FIREARMS & SWAT TRAINING ; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (bags under her eyes, a blue laptop with many stickers, and a rare smile that can light up a room). when it’s the (gemini)’s birthday on 05/23/2000, they always request their MACARONS from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. ⌿ kashia, 21, she/her, est⍀  

hi everyone, i’m kashia and i’m big excited to be here! fun fact: when i first started rping on tumblr like in 2011/12, a rp with a similar plot to this was my first rp that i joined. so for me to come back to it means a lot to me.

aesthetics

bags under her eyes, sleepless nights, fast typing, rap blasting loudly from headphones, a laugh that can fill a room, clashing of swords, bloody nose after a fight, a black kitten snuggled beside her laptop, a blue laptop with many stickers, yawning in the middle of class, and a picture of a little girl with her older siblings, mother, and father

“So, Ms. Martin, tell us a bit about your past. Why did you decide to come here?”

“Yeah, let’s not call me, “Ms. Martin”, I’m not old. Sunny works, or Sunshine if you wanna remain “professional”. Let’s see, I’m from Alabama where I lived with my mom, dad, and two older siblings. Great relationship with my family, we fight but we always talk it out and hug. I guess I’m one of the “lucky” ones, I bet there are bunch of people here with family problems.” She laughs, it’s a dry and humorless laugh. She’s aware that her “joke” isn’t funny but she still laughs. Sunny clears her throat as the other does not laugh. “Uh, my mom actually inspired me to come here. She went here years ago and I wanted to be like her. But you know, she wasn’t too keen on that. My mom wanted me to live normally, like my two siblings. So I couldn’t go to a special high school like others. But it’s whatever. I applied for this place alongside Yale, Howard, and Harvard, just to please her. Too bad for her, I wasn’t going to choose those places and decided on here.”

“Those are prestigious schools that you applied for, did you get accepted to those schools?”

“Of course I did and without a problem. I excel when it comes to school, I was and still am the perfect student. I’m real good behind a computer. I thank my grandma for that. She was learning how to type and used different programs to do so, I would always watch her and sometimes practiced myself. From that moment, I was always behind a computer or a laptop. I went from learning how to type to learning about html, to creating my own websites to look at other’s codes to hacking.”

“So, you want to become a spy that typically stays behind the scenes?”

“As much as I would love to show my face to others, I’m just more comfortable behind my laptop and with my kitten beside me. But don’t worry, despite being a computer nerd, I can keep up my own. Mom wanted the three of us to have some self defense training so I can protect myself.” There is a slight pause. “That and I used to get into a few fights here and there growing up because of my “mouth” apparently. People are just sensitive if you ask me. But I won’t get into any unnecessary fights here! I won’t do anything that will blow this for me.”

“If you say so. Last thing,you mentioned a cat?”

“Oh yeah, Starlight. She’s my, uh, emotional support animal. I’m not lying or anything, I have the paper work. I was gonna bring her with me wherever I was going to go. She’s a good kitten, she keeps me company when I’m on my laptop. I’m... I’m calm when I have her.”

“Okay then. That is all I have. Thank you for talking to me, Sunshine.”

“Anytime.”

random shit

always has her laptop on her and she’s never doing anything important, starlight is literally her best friend, a meme child a meme child, says “yikes” in a real conversation, a literal joke, okay but she also has a bit of a temper yikes, sometimes forgets that she needs to sleep and eat bc she’s on her laptop, takes her coffee black like her soul (HA)

wanted connections

someone older who she looks up to (OPEN): everyone needs a role model and this is who this person is for sunny. whenever the first year needs help, she’ll go to this person and waits for their answer. she’s like a little puppy whenever she’s with them.

study buddy (OPEN): if she’s going to prove to her mom and everyone else that she deserves to be there, she has to keep up her grades. so, she’ll go to the library and sit there for hours to do work. maybe she meets this person at the library and the two sit at the same table and from there, a bit of a friendship blossoms?

“I-also-didn’t-go-to-a-spy-high-school” team (OPEN): the two bonded one day as they realized that neither one of them went to a fancy spy school prior to now. so, the two bond over this shared thing.

god, i want to punch your face (OPEN): something about this person just pisses sunny off and it takes everything in her to not punch them. we can talk more about this.

fellow “loser” (OPEN): someone who’s also into hacking like this precious baby. she probably calls them her loser friend in public which could look bad

i’m open to any and everything! just hmu!!!

[thesnapewecandreamof]

5 Times Albus Hugged Severus and 1 Time Severus Hugged Him

Let’s embrace the cliche. This is me practicing to write and what better way than to write guilty pleasures/ cliches?

Barely explained Bodyguard AU

Modern AU! Severus is a bodyguard tasked with protecting Tom Riddle’s biggest critic, Albus Dumbledore. Snapshots in no particular order. Kinda OOC.

1. Fortescue’s

- Severus was against this. Almost argued himself hoarse to Albus who wouldn’t hear of his worries. But the old man was insistent. And Alastor of all people caved.

- His grand son Harry Potter would be under his care for the fternoon and Albus absolutely had his mind set on taking the boy to Fortescue’s.

- Severus wanted to send a very angry note to the Potter Family asking what possessed them to send their five year old son to Albus Dumbledore, one of Riddle’s greatest political critics, when they needed an army of body guards just so Dumbledore can enjoy a stroll in his garden.

- Severus had Fortescue’s closed from the public. Albus wanted it to have people to give the child a sense of normalcy. They reached a compromise where security teams dressed as civilians and ordered ice cream. The agency covered it and they were very pleased but still vigilant.

- Severus was shocked when Albus insisted that he join them in their table. More so when Harry launched into a story about his school, including Severus in his questions and smiling at him-him- when he deigns to speak. 

- Many agents found themselves deeply amused when young Harry found Severus’ partially melted and barely touched sundae and deemed him needing ‘to be ice creamed.’ Meaning to say Severus had scoop of rocky road shoved to his mouth.

- By the time they were done Harry stood up and with his sticky and dirty fingers, hugged Severus, mumbling his thanks to the agent’s already stained uniform. Severus bit his lip and awkwardly patted the boy’s hair. 

- Albus, of course, hugged both his boys. Severus squaked out a protest but Albus saw the barely contained smile of the young man.

2. Apple Pie Life

- Albus was exiting the platform and moving to his car when it happened.

- Severus, always by his left and only a few paces behind suddenly sprang to action.

- A masked supporter of Riddle, “Death Eaters” people called them, nearly hit Albus in his already crooked nose with an apple pie of all things.

- Severus shoved them aside and let the others deal with them as he ushered Albus away.

- “You saved me again, Severus.” Albus smiled as the car began to drive. “They are getting quite creative.” He admitted beneath his breath.

- “It’s all about ruining your image, sir. If that had been successful you’d be the laughingstock of the world for the next four months at least.” Severus frowned at his mobile, already sending word to the others.

- “I do like apple.” Albus hummed as he picked at some crumbs that clung to his beard.

- “Don’t touch that, that can be laced with poison!” Severus slapped his hand when it strayed a little to close to his mouth.

- “The Apple Pie doesn’t really suit me, don’t you agree?” Dumbledore asked gesturing the crumbs clinging to him.

- Severus rolled his eyes at the old man who frowned as he brushed the crumbs from his beard, “Why do I even bother protecting your life?”

- “My Apple Pie Life?” Albus smiled as he found a rather big crumb within his beard.

- “You disgust me.” Severus growled.

- “Chin up, Severus. Perhaps you can have your own Apple Pie Life when this is done.” Albus said, pulling the younger an close to him.

- Severus took the offending arm away from his shoulder, “Unlikely.”

3. Tatoos

- A few weeks after Severus was assigned to be Albus’ bodyguard, the old man noticed things about the young man. How stiff his posture seem to be  when they were in the privacy of his office. How the young man can move with such grace every time he suspects an individual had ill intent to Albus. 

- And how he he seemed troubled ever since Albus invited him for tea a few days ago.

- Though Severus remained quiet, blending into the background, Albus knows he need only ask and Severus would answer.

- “I was reluctant with this arrangement myself, nearly had Alastor check himself to a clinic.” He said as he enjoyed some scotch by the fireplace, his companion holding a mug of coffee with both hands.

- He was, of course, referring to their current arrangement, a body guard always by Albus’ side to go with a more subtle security.

- “Nearly dragged him there myself actually. For someone who’s motto is “Constant Vigilance”, he doesn’t seem very vigilant back then. Must be losing his touch.” Severus scoffed.

- “I trust Alastor with my life.”

- “Clearly. Not the best decision you made in the past year.” Severus murmured.

- “I beg to differ, my boy.” Albus grinned.

- They took their time talking about the latest blunder of Tom Riddle. They talked about many things from agency gossip to Albus’ distant family. When Albus stood up, Severus did as well. Albus grabbed Severus’ left arm precisely where he knows a tattoo lay hidden.

- “I know you once supported his cause, Severus.” The old man said softly.

- “Then I shall report to Alastor tomorrow and say that you need a new body guard.” Severus replied in the same calm tone he always used.

- “I hardly think that’s necessary, my boy.”

- “Sir?”

- I said once, did I not? You no longer follow his beliefs.” He smiled at the troubled young bodyguard. So mature yet so naive.One of Severus’ most interesting features to Albus.

- It wasn’t a question, and yet-

- “I could be a spy sent to kill you. To gain your trust, to assassinate you in your sleep, why-”

- “Then who better to protect me than one who knows the enemy so clearly.” He squeezed the arm not unkindly. And Severus looked at the hand grasping his arm. “Alastor didn’t know.” He admitted, “He did a background check on me and yet he didn’t know, he was suspicious, his gut really is something, but he didn’t know I followed him-”

- “I see where your distrust in Alastor comes from.” Albus’ eyes searched Severus’ and when he found what he was looking for he let go of the arm and nodded, the twinkle once again twinkling brightly in his eyes. No need for Severus to know everything after all.

- “Albus, these past days, I...” Severus trailed off, not quite sure what to say. “I was thinking about handing in my resignation actually, I can’t...well... but apparently you know and-” 

- Before Severus can even blink, Albus spun around and wrapped him in his arms. “That is no longer who you are, Severus. We can talk when you are ready but remember this-”

- Albus pulled back and smiled at the young man before him, “I trust you with my life.”

4. #Mood

- “You’re trending.” Severus muttered, throwing his phone to Albus’ desk so he could see.

- “I’m what?”

- “Don’t play the senile old fool, you know what you’re doing.” 

- Albus grinned, “Clever, isn’t it my boy? Just a few words, just a little smile in the camera, a few gestures and I’ve become an internet star!”

- “A meme more like it. The internet is as helpful as it is destructive.” Severus scowled. “This is where the Apple Pie incident was heading to.”

- Albus chuckled and scrolled down before chuckling once again. “It seems you’ll be trending alongside me, my boy.” 

- “What?”

- “Some child zoomed in and caught your expression when I-”

- “When you embarrassed yourself doing an outdated meme!” Severus scowled as he took his mobile from Albus. “Dear God, just what I need. My face plastered all over the internet, might as well paint a target on my back and my forehead.”

-Albus snatched it back again before beaming, “The moment your soul leaves your body when your father embarrasses you.” “Mood.” “When will the government stop your sinful hands” My they are quite creative aren’t they, though the last one should refer to Tom-”

- Severus grabbed his mobile back, hiding his face that have gone quite red. He began pacing the office.

- “You have no idea what motivated teenagers are capable of. They’ll find my name within the hour if i don’t do anything about it, I-”

- “There’s only one thing to do then.” Albus said in a somber voice as he stood up and reached for his bodyguard, he trapping Severus in a one-armed hug. “what is it, Albus?”

- “Smile for the camera Severus, let’s take a selfie!”

5. Birthday

- “Look Albus, you might be the person I am assigned to protecting, you cause your security detail needless headaches, you’ve helped my face become one of what the kids call “a mood”, you’ve been attacking Riddle ceaselessly for years, you insist on being out in public, thus in danger, as much as you can, you’ve managed to befriend one of the most anti-social beings in the agency, you’ve gotten me to talk about my time with him, and despite me being the one supposed to protect you, I couldn’t help but feel protected whenever you and I are together. Odd, isn’t it? You insist on invading my personal space and yet you know when to give me distance. You insist on including me to your family outings, little Harry calls me uncle and I’m not quite sure how I feel about that. You’ve given advice to me even though I never asked for it. You’re like-”

- Severus looked up from his coffee and found Albus staring at him.

- “Was that too much? Albus? Is it your lemon drops? I did say to avoid sucking on them when someone is speaking and-”

- “No.” Albus sighed, “No Severus, go on.”

- “Well, you’ve dampened the mood. Minerva did say that a few words were needed when greeting someone for a birthday so blame her. I suppose, well, Happy Birthday Albus.” He finished lamely, about to lift his coffee for a mock toast when he felt being hugged once again by the man he was supposed to protect.

- “Thank you, Severus.”

- “Yes, well. Someone may have spiked my coffee so don’t look forward to anymore heartfelt speeches next time.”

- “Pity. May I receive a hug from you then?”

- “My present was the sweets and that frankly embarrassing speech.”

- “Next year then.”

- “If we’re both alive by then you old coot.”

+1 This is a hug, right?

As Albus’ attacks on Tom Riddle became bolder, so did the level of his security. Severus, always by his left and a few paces back, stood by him as he delivered his latest speech.

After this was another meeting and then planning, and finally their daily chat by the fireplace just before bed. They had an interesting game of chess they had to continue later. Severus was sure he was losing but Albus admitted being worried about his winning streak.

Being assigned as Dumbledore’s bodyguard has been the best thing that happened to him in years. He was uncertain at first, worried that he’d have his reputation ruined once Albus found out his past with Riddle. But he was still accepted, trusted. So he did his job. 

He doesn’t remember when Dumbledore became Albus. He doesn’t remember when polite tea together became tradition among friends. He doesn’t quite recall the first time Albus referred to him as his boy. It was curious.

More curious is Severus almost wanting to reciprocate Albus’ warmth towards him, it was only fair, wasn’t it? 

Quite odd. His own father never paid Severus this much attention, odder still that the body guard sometimes had the need to impress Dumbledore, very much like a child wanting praise for drawing a horrible picture.

But then Severus saw something glinting at the distance. He did his job.

He heard Albus give a cry as one bullet hit him in the shoulder despite Severus covering him. He heard people screaming, the other security opening fire. Severus tackled Albus to the ground.

He loosened his hold on Dumbledore to make sure the man didn’t have any fatal wounds, he saw the blue eyes wide in horror. Severus was going to ask but then something stopped him from breathing. He choked and coughed, blood spilling from his mouth and oh. That’s why.

He’s unaware of how many round were lodged in him. His strength waned and he fell on top of Albus, apologizing beneath his breath. He tightened his hold and laughed at his luck.

“This counts as a hug, doesn’t it?” He whispered as he felt hands ghosting over his back. He hears screams, he hears Albus, he hears the crowd, but they were faint. Like he was underwater.

As people dragged Albus away, as they turned him over and carried him to an ambulance, he stared at the blue sky above. Albus was reaching for him--

Albus always wins in their chess matches, Severus was sure he didn’t mind winning by default..

Note under cut

This is a challenge for myself because imposing deadlines on yourself is fun! Anyone wanting to see a particular scenario/cliche/guilty pleasure don’t be shy and ask away!

The WeCanDreamOf will be composed of seven one shots (or more, depends really) to help me practice writing(and get rid of plot-bunnies haunting my waking hours) Anyone wanna join in with their guilty pleasures/cliches involving Snape can, just be sure to tag me because you all know how I love reading about Snape and his shenanigans!

(Definitely not an excuse to tag my guilty pleasures as guilty pleasures)

[keevansixx]

The Future Was Now...

I heard an interesting opinion concerning sub-cultures and why, in today’s age, you almost never see any sub-culture being represented on the streets anymore. When you do spy one of these rare individuals out in the wild, it’s like some rare mythical beast of a thing...fleeting, fierce, and wonderous. 

Welcome to generation V (V as in “Virtual”, and not vain, vibrant, vitriol, vivacious, nor victor) 

The sub-cultures of the past have all died, their digital ghosts haunt the databases like the proverbial zombies of old. Resurrected every so often to wistful nostalgia, and as meme fodder for the youth of today. Gone, are the days of artfully attired denizens of the world... languidly rambling to and fro across the surface of the land, spreading creativity in their wake like massive glaciers carving rivulets in the tapestry of the earth to be witnessed by eyes unseen, and thoughts unbridled. No....those days are long gone and forgotten.

Here I sit, alone in a box of my own design. Shackled to a monitor who’s glow is the only ambient light in the room, I watch the world scroll by in 1′s and 0′s rendered in pixel point perfection into images that my mind perceives as pictures of a world I no longer see, in a land I no longer feel, and a place that only resembles what one would call home. I no longer leave the confines of my prison. No toe crosses the threshold of my room....it’s safe here, and everything I need is in the box....no need to leave, no need to explore, no need to wander anymore. 

I’m told what I should eat...and I do so. I’m told what I should be thinking...and I do so. Anything contrary to the will of the mob is quelled with harsh criticisms, threats, and heavy handed browbeating from the lowest common denominator. “No!...thou shall not think outside the box! Thou shalt follow the thought speak of the masses! Thou shalt not have an original thought or opinion! Those are reserved for the popular chattel that have earned their vanity marks in the digital realm.” I’m to remain a good obedient little digital puppet to the will of the masses. I’m told how I should dress....and I do so. The almighty digital overlords demand acquiescence, obedience, and submission to their cyber-hubris. “No creativity allowed that exceeds that of the common person, lest you offend...lest you shame...lest you make feel....the mighty digital overlords.”

“Sounds like a pretty shitty way to live.”...and you’re right...it is.

It starts on any given day, on any given week, of any given year...

I open the window. the moonlight pours in from a harvest moon I haven't seen since I was a kid, alone in the dark, watching the stars go by. I throw on some shoes that were the huge internet trend a few months ago, everybody just absolutely had to get them to be in the vouge of the moment, and walk to the door. Stepping out side, I hear the chime of the monitor, the chirp chirp of the phone screaming out for my immediate attention “Message! Alert! Come respond NOW!” the annoying braying pings, whistles, chirps, and bells that demand obedience and response. 

I close the door behind me to the sound of stillness...the sonic detritus silenced by wood and glass, and I beheld the night in all it’s splendor...….glorious!

For the first time in a very long while....I have an original thought. 

“What if I'm not the only one..?” “what if, there are others out there like me?” “what if...we found each other?”

Over the many weary months that followed, I slowly weaned myself, bit by agonizing digital bit, from the shackles that bound me to my electronic prison. As each day and night passed, I spent more and more time away. Wandering the empty paths I once trod in my youth. It’s empty now....very few wander anymore outside of those whom make the world turn through service, and the multitude of electronic zombies (E-Zomb’s) faces crammed into phone screens, that move back and forth following their scripted paths of life. Just grunts or the half-hearted handwave to acknowledge that they are still breathing and alive.

I sit alone beneath a large tree in the center of town, watching it all go by...a little notebook open in my lap, where I jot down the most interesting thoughts that pop into my brain from time to time, when I see a purple post-it note pinned to the tree with a thumbtack. On it is an artful picture of an eye wearing a butterfly wing in it’s corner crease, with a small address and time and no designation. I take the note, and put it into my notebook to await evening at the appointed time...curious, but still a little bit cautious.

the sky is a beautiful velvet purple and crimson as the sun sets and I near my destination from the note. I walk along a sidewalk counting the building numbers as I go by, various lamps and street posts begin to ignite into glowing life in the growing dusk. I stop between two buildings, note in my hand, I count the two and note that the number skips one between the two building fronts. I hear old music drifting on the wind between the two storefronts and notice a small painting of an eye with butterfly wings off a ways down the narrow alley between buildings. I step off the well trod sidewalk, and follow the sounds down the alley until I reach a courtyard....like the kind one finds in the special places of New Orleans that aren’t on the tourist maps, nor social media posts.

there are strings of lights everywhere, a few odd pieces of art statues, and wrought iron scattered across the courtyard. sitting on benches are kids in old hippie clothes, goth kids lurking near the stairwells, art kids wearing whatever the hell they stitched together out of a scrap bin and dancing in small groups to whatever was flowing out the speakers surrounding the area. I see street kids, and punk kids, rappers and writers huddled around tables furiously scribbling down lyrics and rhyme. Skaters talking about their latest gnarly shred, plain janes and joes talking about life and oppression....in a word...it was old scenes alive and well and very much kicking in a little courtyard in the middle of nowhere.

I get approached by one of the goth kids and a beautiful hippie girl. They both had smiles on their faces and a welcoming look.

The goth is the first to speak, “hey, new guy....you look a little lost. Anything we can do to help?”

I pull out the purple note and reply tentatively “Not all who wander are lost...”

“and not everyone who do are found....welcome!” beamed the hippie girl.

“well to be honest, it was blind curiosity that led me here, so far....*looking around*....I'm not disappointed.”

The goth dude looks sideways at me, then asks. “so....how long have you been unplugged?”

“About 6 months now, it’s not been easy.”

“Six months? Damn man.....you been alone all this time?”

“Yes....but it gave me time to think, to dream, to see a world I was no longer part of.”

“Wow....that’s deep, Mr. moody.....*eyeroll giggles* welcome to the club!!!” Hippy gal chimes in, “we all found our own ways out of the web in one way or another and sort of found each other by happy accident. You....well, you found one of our calling cards we throw up from time to time for a moot, just to touch bases and stay in touch.”

“Moot???” I reply.

The goth snorts a bit and broodingly says “Moot....a meet-up, soiree, party, get together, picnic, graveyard bash, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.” with profound dramatic hand waving. ”We meet up a few times a month in various locales to hob nob with the other unplugged, and share ideas or show off what’s been happening in our own scenes. Art, music, poetry, crafts...basically, all the best of us with none of the digital chains......everything’s on the table, and nothing is taboo. Within reason, of course *smirks* get too lewd and the community here is good about looking out for one another....fair warning.”

“Point taken. Understood. So, why the notes? Why not advertise on a board or through alts?”

Hippie gal grins, and says “Because, sugar, we’re old school.....analog, no digital...rockin’ the paper tags like the punks of old. Only those who unplug, and really start to notice the world around them will find us....like you. Notes on trees...that’s my contribution, people rarely ever look at the trees these days...too busy online with their faces crammed into their phones to notice. The goth crews tag the cemeteries and dark places, other kids leave clues in whatever scene they happen to be in, and we cross post the messages word of mouth in our own ways when we find out about the different moots going on across the cities. Tonight, it’s here in the garden with my tribe, next time it could be anywhere...you just have to keep your eyes open up for the clues as they place them. When in absolute doubt...always check the library...the dungeon/dragon kids always cross post every event they hear about in the stacks. We’re off grid baby! the ultimate “fuck you!” to the digital world. No chains, no obligations, 0 fucks given....living the life that was taken from us one soul at a time. 

“Ok, so no online presence. check. Moots posted in randoms if I'm paying attention. check. If lost, check the stack for tags. anything else i’m missing?”

“Well, only thing else is snail....”

“Snail?”

“Snail mail....post office. Look, you’re going to meet people here...If you play your cards right, you might even get land addy’s from some of them. you want to stay in touch? Snail, or wait for the next moot to IRL face time. either way, you’re going to have to dust off those ancient writing skills if you want to stay in the loop. You don’t have to commit to anything...this isn’t an obligation, nor requirement, but it’s old common courtesy to reply when someone sends you a snail. Take a chance! you might just be surprised at what you get.”

“ummm, thanks?”

“No problem....and welcome to the revolution.”

I spend the rest of the evening being introduced to the different groups, watching the event as it unfolds. Being exposed to new ideas, and feelings I haven’t felt for a long long time. I get a few land addy’s from various patrons, and give out mine. It’s kind of nice, being here...in the moment. 

the moot winds down, with groups and couples slowly wandering off into the night. I make my way over to a 24hr diner and grab a bite to eat. a few of the attendees are there as well grabbing coffee, or eats, and we continue conversations we had started a few hours earlier. It was a good night.

I make my way home in the early dawn, and for once, in my long life...I feel a sense of profound peace. Like everything, for just one brief moment in the world, is alright. A new glimmer of hope in my mind, and countless dreams just waiting for me to dream. life....is good.

I open the door to my home, the chimes of my digital masters fall on deaf ears for once, and I sleep the peace of the newly freed...

Sometimes, the most profound acts of rebellion involve the most simple of things, like removing oneself from that which binds you....

Welcome to a new sub-culture...may you free yourself from your virtual prisons, break the chains, and take a journey into the unknown. 

this is Generation V.....signing off.....