#starbound-prince

[wayward40k]

Landscape meme- A tide beaten shoreline where waves crash against jagged grey stone instead of sandy beach. Storm clouds roll overhead, threatening rain with the odd rumble of distant thunder and chill wind, but for the moment not delivering on their threats. There is a camp fire, its warm glow protected from the wind by the inhospitable stone crags that rise up around it. Men tend to it, cooking and drinking and laughing within the radius of its warmth. One of them is familiar- pale skin, dark hair, intelligent eyes. Behind him the stone shore drops to the sea where dark waters hide something black as indistinct shapes circle in its depths like sharks.

My muse has entered your muse’s mind. Describe your muse’s mindscape, and my muse will react to showing up there.

It wasn't uncommon for Zahariel to find herself drawn into the dreams of another, but this was... different. This wasn't exactly a dream, no... a subconscious mind, perhaps? Did one of her messengers find someone of interest? She didn't sense their influence on this, though, so perhaps... it was merely coincidence?

Not something the Harper tended to believe in, not when she'd seen threads of fate before. Everyone had them, though some more than others, so perhaps this was yet another.

Golden eyes surveyed the men, one of whom the mind belonged to. Despite the grim dreariness of their surroundings, they created their own warmth: both the fire, and the laughter. Zahariel, however, dare not intrude further. This was likely not a consensual intrusion on her part, not unless he were wishing for something the Dreamer could grant.

[macattackz]

Vermin’s Smile Ventures

god save me

[hats-paradox]

Hoppin on the starbound train bc YES first of all: ma’am please just 💍 one chance that’s all i ask pl

Second of all: what was the florist like while she was alive? Did she and the prince/Vanessa know each other in any capacity, like were they tight? Or is this a(n objectively devastating but narratively hilarious) case of this poor customer service worker doing her job and serving a dude some flowers and literally got murdered over it (along with everyone she knows)? Bc if so then OOF

She knew them in the sense that the royal family regularly ordered flowers from her (dad’s) business (she took over once he got older- he passed away before the whole ice fiasco) and she had a hand full of interactions with the Prince.

In short, she knew of both of them, and had opinions as far as politics go, but she really didn’t know either of them personally

Personality wise, she mostly spent time with her dad and working. She’s mostly cheery and calm, but she can get a bit wild if she finds someone she really meshes with.

[the-golden-comet]

✨Happy Thursday!!✨

We’re nearing FFF, and I’m gathering my recs as we speak! 💫

In the meanwhile, I figured I’d make this day an open AMA about any of my original works. You’re welcome to ask me anything at any time as well; this is just if you’re so inclined 💖

Feel free to use my blog to send me an ask about any of the following:

Peter Hart

Fantasy Pirate Adventure

Pirate captain kidnaps prince

Enemies to Lovers

Slow Burn

Episodic Epic

Your Wish Is My Command (current WIP)

Slice of Life Novel

Magic in the Mundane (one of the protags is a genie)

Set in Seattle at WSU

Angst and Fluff

And they were roommates

In The Realm of Giants

Fantasy Action-Adventure

Norse Mythology

Human tribe lives in a protective rune magic barrier

Everything outside the barrier is giant. EVERYTHING

Protag (next in line for tribe leader) gets abducted by giant, forced to experience epic adventure

Tenshito

Celestial/Demonic beings

Protag is an angel escaping his brothers, the Seven Archangels

Hides on earth disguised as a human, meets second protag who invites him into his home in Futile, Japan

Set around Hokkaido, Japan

Shintoism influence

Lone Star Rangers

Alien Sci-fi novel

Intergalactic bounty hunters.

Protag is a plant alien abducted by a “starkid” (race: Nova) to be turned into a for bounty credits.

Both instead start a Bounty Hunting Syndicate and become business partners

Set in the Starbound universe

Operation: Relations

Modern Life Cops-And-Robbers

Protag is a cat burglar (profession) trying to pull off a night heist in a museum

Antag is a burly security guard who is the archrival of the protag

By day, both live normal lives. Antag runs into Protag and wants to date him. This freaks out Protag a bit because he knows the Antag, but the Antag doesn’t know that the Protag is his rival (secret identity)

Antag is insistent. Protag needs to keep the charade up in order to successfully pull off the missions. Daytime shenanigans. Nighttime shenanigans.

[ambling-ironkin]

Spacial Arrangements

Durk would have yet again been surprised by what the void would toss his way. While he had already dealt with aeldari individuals, it still was a shock to discover yet another group of the species in his midst. Without further delay, the IronKin would’ve contacted them, and thanks to the files he had dug up from millennia past engagements, would be able to converse with what he had grown to learn were Corsairs in their own language.

Currently, he awaited the arrival of the Corsairs leader within a more private docking station that had been set up for diplomatic relations and first encounters. Standing with at least ten other armored Kin, Durk would fiddle with his wrist slate, going through the translation program before he spoke, and trying to fine tune it. To his left, Filbur glared at the dock bay’s doors, the massive Kin resting his hands on his hips as he waited. This’ll be the third time he had to see people as tall or taller than him, and it was beginning to grate on his nerves.

Meanwhile, Port 7-U’s docking gear would be readied to accept a smaller transport vessel, outstretched to receive the incoming vessel, with communication channels open.

@starbound-prince

[fallen-starbourne]

"Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground."

P!Jordan / Sparklez, the better ruler, one of the apparently many princes

[Pubeverse roleplay blog ran by {@raphaels-zone}, Everything Here is RP and CANON DIVERGENT!]

Facts about p!Jordan; TBA

Uses He/Star Pronouns

Doesn't mind being called 'Your Highness' or 'Prince', but prefers Jordan or Sparklez

Philza is the only one who can "get away" with calling him Sparks

Constantly fighting with Philza over how he tries to rule

Star is a Starborne Prince, which is shown by stars red sparkles, star's believed to be the last of his family but not the last of his kind.

Starbound soulmates with Philza (Accidentally, not so bad)

General tags used;

#twinkling stars - In character posts, thoughts, and rambles

#my constellations - In character reblogs

#inquiring the stars - asks

#to the stars above - written roleplay

#morning comes - end of thread

#tall tells - flashbacks

#pubeverse - general tag for pubeverse

#noncanon - noncanon

#tough subjects - general angst w heavy subjects

#the astrologist / ooc - ooc

The Community;

#my competition or #unfortunate soulmate - @your-royal-crowfather (Philza)

#botched potions - @phantom-brewery (Phantom)

#foxtrap - @wealthindamouf (Fundy)

#philzas fledgling - @bigman-birdism (Tommy)

#the mothman - @sneegvods (Sneeg)

#araneus - @thefragranceman (Schlatt)

#pollux - @smajornova (Scott)

#lady ender - @particle-princess (Ranboo)

#buzzy bee - @bunkerhive (Tubbo)

#a sticky visitor? - @slimeyoulater (Charlie)

#a friendly feline - (James)

#sunbursts - (Jack)

#waterfalls - @fishachu (Niki)

#tommy's friend.? - @beauvian (Beau)

[your-royal-crowfather]

"I ᕼᗩᗪ ᗩ ᗪᖇEᗩᗰ… I GOT EᐯEᖇYTᕼIᑎG I ᗯᗩᑎTEᗪ."

[pt: "I had a dream... I got everything I wanted."

P!Philza / Crowfather, Local King, Criminal, etc. Ruler of the world!

"Everything is mine, mine, mine!"

[Pubeverse roleplay blog ran by {@raphaels-zone}, Everything Here is RP and CANON DIVERGENT!]

Facts about YOUR KING; (TBA)

He/Neos Pronoun users, prefers royal ones like king/royal/crown but if crown likes it enough he'll use any kind.

You can ONLY address royal by 'Your Imperial Majesty' if you want a favor, royal doesn't do anything for free.

Everything is his. Everything. EVERYTHING.

Lives in kings royal base in the arctic, high up so he can watch over all of his people.

Criminal, he will kill, steal, and whatever else he wants.

Responds to Crowfather, Philza, Phil, or King Philza.

Platonic Life Partners w Techno (you won't see him), Romantic Life Partners w Kristin (you won't see her), and Starbound Soulmates with Sparklez

Use This For Elytrian Lore

General tags used;

#royal announcement - In character posts, thoughts, and rambles

#my hoard of trinkets - In character reblogs

#royal ramblings - asks

#skys the limit - written roleplay

#youve lost my interest - end of thread

#the archives - flashbacks

#pubeverse - general tag for pubeverse

#noncanon - noncanon

#tough subjects - general angst w heavy subjects

#the squire / ooc - ooc

My Family;

#my phantom prince - @phantom-brewery (Wraith)

#my dearest kit - @wealthindamouf (Fundy)

#my little sunbird - @bigman-birdism (Tommy)

My Subjects;

#my *favorite* prince or #my consort - @fallen-starbourne (Sparklez)

#my partner in crime - @sneegvods (Sneeg)

#my merchant - @thefragranceman (Schlatt)

#my shooting star - @smajornova (Scott)

#little ender princess - @particle-princess (Ranboo)

#the honeymaker - @bunkerhive (Tubbo)

#little ender royal - (Aimsey)

#the...slime - @slimeyoulater (Charlie)

#little kitty - (James)

#fireboy - (Jack)

#watergirl - @fishachu (Niki)

#the beau bird - @beauvian (Beau)

[gakriele-lvs-blog]

So... Allow me to introduce myself. AO3 Account

In summary, I'm just a guy with a lot of ideas in his head, constantly daydreaming at every given opportunity, but with nobody to share my ideas with. until... I discovered Tumblr! So here I am! Now nothing is stopping me from ranting about everything that comes out of my head!

There you go! My backstory, did you like it? anyway!

[Current Fandoms: The Owl House, Latchkey Kingdom, The Dragon Prince, Amphibia, Starbound, Slightly Dammed, Tamberlane, Starbound]

[Main Interest/Fascinations: -Writing and reading, especially story-character-driven stories with good amounts of inner conflicts and worldbuilding. -Really into worldbuilding and everything that has to do with it. From the shape of the world, inhabitants, flora and fauna, and culture. All of it greatly fascinates me. -Drawing too, although, still learning and haven't got much time or motivation to practice

[Main Post]

Fanfiction projects and ideas

The Owl House overlooked/loose Plot treads (Updated)

[AUs]

What if Camila didn't go looking for Luz at the beginning of the show? What if Vee didn't replace Luz? What if Camila found Vee not as Luz, but as someone else?

Parallel Scars AU: What if Hunter got the chance to meet Vee in the Demon realm Another Rant about this AU

Magical Summer AU

[Headcanons Archives]

Hunter's long list of Parental Figures

Vee and Hunter's sibling Headcanons

Does Vee know Hunter was the Golden Guard?

A random list of TOH Basilik's headcanons

How Camila would discover Vee's scars

Vee and Hunter get matching tattoos

[Others] A little rant about Vee (?)

Also, feel free to ask anything!

[queenpiranhadon]

my dearest queen,

I write to the on the verge of war. our troups are dwindling from the ongoing plauge. I am unsure if we shall make it to dawn. I propose an alliance of sorts.

please write pre dust and stay in our prayers.

Prince kovu of the starbound kingdom.

[kovu got bored, saw you were active, wanted to tell you they went back to school and have off today but they aren't exited to go back tomorrow and wants to know how you doing in school rn]

My dearest prince,

My kingdom will tend their might in your ongoing battle against your burdens. We shall make haste and travel through the skies - do not fret, there is still hope.

Queen Kae of the Riyani Kingdom

[ HI KOVUUUU !! We have off today too ahahahahah bc of Labor Day and everything - I really don't wanna go back either high school is a menace bro - I got so much homework too hsbhfnkjde hopefully you're faring better than I am ]

[dysprodyspro]

Prince Celestia

My OC Prince Celestia is not a pony, it's a complete coincidence. One of his names is also Celestia and he lives in the Starbound system of Kahzmakhiya. I have drawings of him but they're too hard to find I have many many completed sketchbooks. He appears in a book I wrote called The Rain Shrine, he is The Prince of Starkhastiya. One of true names is Prince Ashtar.

[wayward40k]

👀

Send a 👀 and I will describe how my muse sees yours / what they think of when they look at them.

A deceptively fragile-looking sapling, weathered by harsh growing conditions but absolutely determined to thrive. Talisyr has a great deal of potential, and she wants to see him grow into it without pushing him too hard one way or another. She recognizes that he's an independent spirit, and is happy to offer him aid, but also knows enough to not take it personally if he refuses.

It's nice, also, to have met someone who had little idea of her importance to Aon'onrae, so Talisyr's presence and genuine opinions is a breath of fresh air. All in all, she's glad to have met him, and is hopeful for him.

-

Meanwhile, with any of the Harlequins, Alethea sees trouble and is trying to mentally brace for potentially heresy-adjacent shenanigans. Clearly she's going to need extra recaf today, she should have grabbed that cup. And ignore the unfamiliar and weirdly potentially positive, confusedly anxious sensation, it's nothing.

[macattackz]

Shep Lip Sync I did for my Animation II final!

Voice is Scott Wozniak!

[hats-paradox]

im curious abt starbound; does she have anything to do with moonjumper, narratively speaking? they got that cool sun/moon visual dichotomy (and hes on her shit list so) :0

Currently speaking, they mostly just serve as opposites to each other- Moon is very physically cold to touch (I’m gonna say djsjsjsj) and she’s very physically hot to touch (trying to figure out if it would burn to touch her. Right now I’m leaning towards yes? Think I might give her some gloves for her plants.)

She’s free to wander around the forest (possibly limited to the warmer parts of it?) while Moon is stuck in the horizon (I could see there being weird moon phase shenanigans, like on full moons Moonjumper can physically wander around the forest while Starbound maybe is limited to literal fires, or something like that?)

It’s all pretty up in the air right now djdjdjjd, I wanna say the reason she even exists is cause at like. 2am a while back I was thinking about the florist and being a spirit and pretty quickly came to her being the sun because Moon is, well, a moon.)

As far as Moon being on her shit list goes, it’s mostly because 1, she recognizes him as the Prince (she definitely blames the royalty for what happened to Subcon), and 2, because it’s Subcon and everyone there is at least a little bit manipulative/evil-y (Moon being no acceptation to that rule) and he is definitely part of the ongoing turf war between himself, Snatcher, and Vanessa. (Starbound is mostly concerned about keeping her own chunk of the forest, she doesn’t really care about taking all of it for herself or anything)

So currently speaking, not yet! I would like to have something narrative between them though, cause it would be a little weird to have a sun and moon character not interact/have anything really going on between them? (Maybe it could just be something as simple as the way their magic interacts??)

If you have any ideas, I’d love to hear them! ^^

[helenaheissner]

A Dream of Summer Rain: Chapter 31

Another day died. Outside, the rain refused to relent. The whole county would flood if this kept up. She needed to get out of here, if for no other reason than to stop the whole place from ending up under water.

And also, to finally not have to hear Merab talk any more.

“-So anyway that was how it went down with me and Pericles, the Prince of Tyre. He was a sweet enough guy, but he just couldn’t match my voracious sexual appetites. After that I tried dating this ghost girl from Japan with bangs all in her face and she and I had similar views on things sure but like… No physicality, you know, because of the whole ghost thing, so she really couldn’t keep up with me either-”

“Has it occurred to you that you need to slow down instead of expecting everyone else to speed up?” Lacy said. She’d gleaned a bit about this alleged ghoul princess during flashes of lucidity between dissociative episodes.

The ghoul-girl sat in the same chair she sat in all day, every day. The only times she left were to take showers once a day, and when she came back she was always in full makeup and dressed like the happy little goth she was. When she left, a replacement came in, always a different, stern-looking ghoul whom Merab called by name, all of whom kneeled as soon as they saw her. Maybe she wasn’t lying about being a princess- there was a certain level of reverence she seemed to command without even trying to. Today she wore a black gown covered in equally black frills and lace, her hair up in twin buns on the sides of her head. She had a glass of blood and a plate with what appeared to be a human-belly sandwich with people-bacon on top placed on the floor next to her. She hadn’t gotten to either of them yet- she’d spent most of the day doing her black nail polish. “Well, look who finally offers an opinion.”

“I got bored,” Lacy said. That was somewhat true: she was bored now. The past few days, however, she’d kept herself busy drafting a plan, step by step. It was just like dealing with bullies back in school- if you didn’t have the element of surprise going into the fight, then you needed to be unpredictable, and you needed to keep your opponent from thinking too clearly. Five steps needed to be implemented if any of this had any chance of working.

“How flattering. What do you mean by ‘slow down?’”

“I don’t wanna get into this with you,” Lacy said. Every time they talked, it nearly pushed Lacy back into the blackness- she couldn’t afford to dissociate right now, she needed to think clearly. She needed to get out of here, and she needed to put a stop to all this.

“Then you shouldn’t have said anything, silly!” Merab giggled. “You ever thought about going blonde? It might suit you, considering the whole… I was trying to look for a word besides ‘dumb’, but I can’t find one? So the whole ‘dumb’ thing that you’ve got going on- you’d make a great dumb blonde.”

“Thanks,” Lacy said dryly.

“You’re welcome! So anyway, what do you mean by slow down? I’m honestly quite curious to hear your take on it-”

“Look, forget I said anything,” Lacy said. “I have no dating experience whatsoever, you should not be taking advice from me.”

“Really? No guys after a cute little thing like you? That’s hard to believe.”

“I’m a lesbian.”

“No girls after a cute little femme like you? That’s even harder to believe.”

“I’m not cute, I’m disgusting.”

“Seriously, you need so much therapy.”

“I’m not taking life advice from you, Merab!”

“Hey, that’s Princess-”

“Princess, right, of course, how could I forget. Hey, here’s a question for you: if you’re the rightful heir, why’d they all follow Alistair?” Lacy asked.

“Hm? Oh, because he took my father’s Star. That’s why he has two.”

“Makes sense. So what, you had to earn it? And he-”

“No, not quite,” Merab cut her off. “Stealing a Star has some prerequisites- you’re supposed to eat a Starbound in order to steal their Star. Alistair killed my father, then put the body on ice just in case he ever decided to cash that check. Which, after a few years agonizing over it, he did. Me and my loyalists weren’t able to get to the body in time to stop him.”

“And so everyone just fell into line as soon as the new king rode into town? Even after what he did to the last one?”

“They can’t all help it,” Merab said. “That Star connects the King to all ghouls, puts him in their heads. It’s called the Ever-Song. The more feral you are, the harder it is to resist his will. And there are lots of feral ghouls out there. And even a lot of the non-feral ones, frankly, the upper classes… Well not all of them liked my dad, and some of them just didn’t want me to be in charge. Apparently I’m ‘flighty,’ or some such nonsense. So when Alistair took the Star, all that he actually needed was the small chunk of the upper classes that would’ve fallen behind anyone else at all.”

“And you would’ve done better?” “Well at the very least I wouldn’t be plotting world domination,” Merab said, blowing on her nails and then taking a sip of blood. “I’d be happily keeping us in our caves, eating the odd stranger here and there-”

“Causing disappearances every year, sentencing innocent people to death, enforcing what sounds like a pretty hardcore caste system-”

“Yeah, but you wouldn’t be in a cage right now, and your hometown wouldn’t be occupied by domestic terrorists. That’s gotta hold some appeal.”

Lacy rubbed her temples. “Ask you something?”

“Why stop now? I’m loving that we’re finally having a real conversation.”

“If Alistair were to die, how confident are you that you could get the troops to pack up and leave? If you could have even just a little nibble of him?”

The princess opened her mouth, tilted her head, and was finally at a loss for words.

The door opened, and Mrs. Woodrow stood on the other side. She was clad in her Sunday best, a light green dress with a cream colored coat and a wide-brimmed hat like she’d used to wear to church. She led a young boy, who couldn’t have been past elementary school age, in handcuffs in front of her, and held a trench knife in her sinister hand.

“I don’t believe I need to explain what happens if you make a fuss,” Mrs. Woodrow said.

Lacy, in spite of herself, gulped.

“You’re dismissed, Merab,” Mrs. Woodrow said curtly.

And then, with a flicker of agitation, Merab stood up, looked directly at Lacy, and said, “Very confident.”

“Offer is on the table then,” Lacy said.

Merab smiled as she left.

Step 1: instill chaos in the ranks. Undermine the leadership, Lacy thought.

Mrs. Woodrow went over to the glass, laid a palm flat on it. A red glow pulsed over the wall, through which Lacy squinted and saw a doorway manifest. “Now then, come on. And don’t try anything. You need to get ready.”

“Get ready for what?” Lacy said, not yet getting up from her cot.

“For family dinner, of course.”

Lacy creased her brow, but relented when the heiress to House Koenig waved her knife at her young hostage. Lacy stepped out of the glass cage, and the hideous grip of the red rune loosened. Her pulse relaxed, and the dull throb around her temples lightened. Her Star hummed inside her, desperate for release, but she couldn’t risk it yet.

Still, it was what she thought it was- the rune only dampened her power, not nullified entirely. There was a limit to how much of a cap they could put on her, and it poured outwards into the environment when she couldn’t release it. That meant there were limits to the ghouls’ defenses, to this Entropy magic of theirs. Filing that away for later, she thought.

Mrs. Woodrow led Lacy down the spiral stairs to the third floor of the brick mansion, and into a bedroom. “Take a shower and put on something nice,” she said. “And don’t try anything- there are cameras in that room, and I’ll be outside with my friend here just in case.”

Lacy grunted in response as the bedroom door fell shut. She looked around and saw what was by all accounts a normal girl’s bedroom, leftover from one recently departed for the adult world. A bed with a purple comforter over it, golden-yellow wallpaper, a blood red rug covering the floor. But the walls were bare of posters or pictures, and the bed looked like it had never been slept in once. There was a desk in the corner by the window, with a makeup mirror and a lamp and two framed pictures. One was of Danny and his mother, and the other included Alistair, Danny at about fifteen, and a girl the same age as Lacy was now. She had white hair and gray eyes and an angular face.

Elaine.

This was the bedroom of the girl Lacy had killed.

She probably hadn’t stayed here very often, based on the sheer lack of effects, the strange aura of a bedroom seldom used. But this was hers, the dead sister’s room. In the closet were her clothes, which her family expected Lacy to put on.

Lacy started with a shower in the bathroom off to the side, savoring the long-forgotten feeling of being clean. She didn’t deserve it, but she took it anyway. After that, she set about the grim task of finding something to wear.

Searching the closet was like wading through a sewer rooting around for something valuable. She parsed through for a subjective eternity, until finally she found something that fit her: a solid navy blue dress with long sleeves and a skirt that went below the knees, then applied a light coat of makeup.

When she was ready, she stepped out into the hallway, where Mrs. Woodrow waited with her hostage. “You look lovely,” she said, running a hand through Lacy’s damp hair, cupping her cheek. A twinge of discomfort shot through Lacy, but she tried not to flinch. She couldn’t afford to show any fear, no matter how much dwelled within her.

Her jailor led her into the outdoors for the first time in weeks, beneath an umbrella into the pouring rain. Night gripped the town of Dresden like a bear trap, and the air was cold and wet and sharp. Woodrow Manor was a half-mile from town square, and street lamps illuminated the vein of Main Street. Ghouls stood in the rain, and none were in even a remote state of decay. Lacy heard some heartbeats in the houses and shops on Main Street, but not as many as there should have been. She didn’t wanna think about how much of the town was left, or if Coldwater and Cleaver had met the same fate yet. Lacy gritted her teeth as she walked side-by-side with the woman who had moved to this town with her family, had settled into it like a weed and overrun the whole garden. Spreading her roots through the soil, not letting anything else grow.

Town square unfolded like origami, Saint Cecilia’s Catholic Church providing the backdrop. A tarp was spread over the street, with four heat lamps beneath the four corners. At the center was a round dining room table, and with its back to the church sat the King of the Ghouls.

Lacy was seated to Alistair’s left, and Mrs. Woodrow to her left. Directly across from her was Danny, who looked even shittier than he did before. He was cleaned up now, showered and shaved, clad in khakis and a red button-down and a black blazer, but he was somehow paler and more haggard than his erstwhile, argumentative self.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Alistair said as raindrops fell from the tarp and sizzled atop the heat lamps. “But you needn’t worry- none of your food is human meat. Only mine own. I would never force someone to eat it, to join me in so.”

Lacy squirmed in her seat. “Then, uh, what are we having?”

“Fish,” Mrs. Woodrow said.

Lacy’s stomach lurched.

Danny snorted.

“And eggplant,” Mrs. Woodrow said.

Danny visibly winced.

Two ghouls, utterly human in appearance- try not to think about it, try not to think about it- brought platters of food. The fish smelled of freshwater, probably something locally caught, so hopefully it wouldn’t be too fishy.

Lacy served herself and took a bite. No such luck. Danny took a bite of eggplant and struggled not to gag. Lacy tried to eat the eggplant and the fish at the same time. Her stomach’s sheer emptiness was the only thing keeping it down.

Alistair was given its own tray of what looked like sausages.

They were sausages, in fact. Sausages made of…

Of…

Try not to think about it, try not to think about it-

“So,” Alistair said, “How are you both? I feel I haven’t had proper time to talk with you two, to simply chat, since we all returned home. Everything has been all business of late.”

A heavy silence, underscored by the rhythm of rain and the seer of steam.

“Well?” Alistair asked, cutting into its sausage with a fork and knife.

Danny sighed. “Well Dad, I’m detoxing. So I feel like I’m dying. Constantly.”

“Ah. Yes, of course. But you are my son, and so you shall be strong enough to persevere.”

“How reassuring.”

“Lacy, what about you? How are you feeling?” Alistair asked.

Lacy blinked rapidly over her half-eaten food, and then burst into a maniacal cackle. Alistair and Caroline stared at her in confusion, and Danny with sullen frustration. Lacy stopped when she realized, once again, Alistair was being serious.  “I…,” Lacy started, then looked around, past the falling rain in the darkened town. What was it her parents had always gone on about, whenever any of them were in a mood? “I don’t wanna spoil this nice dinner by complaining.”

“Hm? Very well,” Alistair said.

Mrs. Woodrow beamed with a wide smile.

Lacy shuddered. She choked down a bit more of her fish, trying not to make a face.

“How are you both finding your accommodations?” Alistair asked.

Lacy waited for Danny to answer first, who was evidently in turn waiting for her to do the same.

Alistair finished its meat, and set its cutlery on its plate. It took a long sip of a red liquid from its wine glass, then exhaled when it finished. “Ah. This is Rosé, mind you. I’m fortunate enough that while diminished, the pleasures of alcohol are still afforded to me in small quantities following my transformation.”

“That’s nice, Dad,” Danny said.

“Is that sarcasm in your voice, Daniel?”

“Yes, Dad, yes it is.”

“Daniel, honestly,” Caroline said. “I went to the trouble of cooking all this, the least you could do is try to get through the meal without showing that nasty attitude of yours.”

Danny’s shoulders went slack, and he stared down at his food.

“And you, Lacy? I assume you’re pleased with your new room?” Alistair asked.

“New room?”

“Yes, the one you were led into earlier. Where you acquired that lovely dress.”

Lacy stared directly ahead at nothing in particular.

“Well?”

“It’s… It’s great,” Lacy said, her dress a coat of ants crawling over her skin. “I love it.”

“I’m glad. I do hope you find the accommodations nicer than at your old home. Such an ugly place. I attempted to burn it to the ground, but the rain prevented that.”

Lacy dropped her fork and knife.

“I’m still rather famished,” Alistair said, looking down at its empty plate despondently, shaking its wine glass in its hand.

Mrs. Woodrow stood in the air and called, “Reginald?”

A ghoul with dark yet sallow skin, clad in a leather jacket and blue jeans and a beige beret, stepped forward from the line of ghouls surrounding the dinner table. “Yes?” Reginald said in a rich vibrato.

“Fetch my husband some more meat, will you? Don’t be afraid to replenish the stocks if you have to.”

Lacy blanched. She gripped her dinner knife tightly in her right hand. They were willing to- no, they would- no, they already had and would continue to do so. They had to feed their army- it kept their animalistic urges at bay, kept their Entropic magic charged. So in a way, their use of hostages to keep her in check was an empty threat- they would kill and eat the people of Dresden, and presumably Coldwater and Cleaver, regardless of what she did. Focus, Lacy. Focus on Step 2: throw a wrench into whatever plans they have. Force them to adjust as they go. That’s how you get out of this. That’s how you get justice.

“Admiring our work?” Mrs. Woodrow said. “Woodrow knives provided all the cutlery you see at this table. And might I add I’m glad to have had you two as employees- you two moved more units than any other two-person team we’ve had in some time.”

“Great. I’m real fuckin’ proud of myself,” Danny said, sullenly picking at his food..

That was when Caroline slapped her son across the face.

Deja vu, Lacy thought.

“That’s enough, Danny, honestly,” Caroline started, “I-”

She stopped when she noticed Lacy standing up. That was about the same time Lacy noticed herself standing up. “Don’t do that,” Lacy said.

Alistair frowned. “Something the matter, dear child?”

“Talking to your wife, not you,” Lacy said, glared fixed onto Caroline.

Caroline glared back, while Danny slipped into a thousand-yard stare. “I hardly think you’re in a position to be giving orders-”

“And you are?”

“Yes, Lacy. I am.”

Lacy smirked. “Well, you’re wrong. You guys need me to cooperate. Or at the very least, you want me to. So don’t go spoiling dinner, Caroline. I know you worked hard on it.”

Caroline’s smile bloomed wide and predatory. She grabbed her son by the hair and slammed his head into the table, making him bow. “And what is it you’re objecting to exactly? My hurting this boy who betrayed you?” “On your orders.”

“He’s an adult. He could have refused if he wanted to. He’s simply loyal to his family.”

“He’s still your kid.”

Danny groaned.

His mother’s grip tightened. “Is it that you’d like to do this yourself? Would you like to take a crack at him? Is that your condition? If you’re hoping I’ll offer up my son for you to brutalize, let alone to kill, you’re mistaken. That is not your right.”

Time to commit to a really bad idea. “I won’t lie, I’ve been thinking about that. A lot,” Lacy said. “But he’s a small fish in a big pond. He’s nowhere near the top of my kill-list.”

“Then who is? Me? Do you want to punish me for harming this treacherous little worm?”

“No, actually,” Lacy said. She turned her gaze on Alistair, who had begun working on a new sausage. Its eyes went wild with delight.

“Lacy,” Danny said, “Don’t-”

“Not everything’s about you, Danny,” Lacy said.

“Then whom is it about?” Alistair asked. “Me?”

“You and me, me and you,” Lacy said. Step 3: implement prison rules.

Now it was Alistair’s turn to cackle, though Lacy suspected that was just how it laughed normally. “I must confess, dear girl, that I don’t quite understand you.”

“Then lemme break it down real simple for ya: I’m a monster, and you’re a monster. I don’t wanna have to deal with you anymore. So I’m gonna kill you.”

Caroline let go of Danny’s hair. He buried his face in his hands, looking through parted fingers at the display before his eyes.

“Fight me,” Lacy said. “One on one. To the death. Those are my conditions. If you win… Well then you can dig in, I guess.”

Alistair stood up from its chair, loomed tall and proud, beaming with more happiness and pride than Lacy had ever seen on her own father even once. It extended its left hand. “Deal. The day after tomorrow, you and I shall duel. I look forward to it. Know this, however- your fight shall not be over if I should fall. There is still the rest of the Sovereignty to contend with, and an army of ghouls all loyal to my cause.”

“Yeah, I know. I just really wanna tear that smug fucking smirk off your face.”

“And I respect that,” Alistair said.

Danny muttered under his breath, so quiet only Lacy could hear: “Oh God he means it.”

“Reginald!” Alistair cried. “Another glass of wine for the table. None for Danny, of course. But the rest of us, the more able, must celebrate.”

Reginald nodded and snuck away.

“My dearest Alistair,” Caroline said, a measured tone exerted over each syllable. “Are you certain this is the best course of action? Was our plan not to convince her to join our side? For our family’s sake?”

Step 4: keep everyone on edge.

“Yes, but it’s clear by now that is not one likely to succeed. Look at this girl? Can you not see she despises us, utterly and entirely? And why would she not? We murdered her family, we occupied her home, we tormented and isolated her? She has due cause to hate us, and her hatred is pure. It is something that is deserving of respect, this kind of unprocessed, justified rage and hatred. It is pure conviction, the kind our other children lack. She deserves a chance to act on it, if nothing else.”

“But dear-”

“That’s enough, Caroline. Don’t spoil this nice dinner. We were all having a grand time.”

Caroline twitched, but then, like a light switch had gone on, she wore a contented smile. “Of course, dear. Of course.”

Reginald brought over a fresh bottle, topping off Caroline and Alistair’s drinks. He saw then that Lacy hadn’t touched hers, and she gave him a look that made it clear she wasn’t thirsty.

Danny’s hands were still wrapped around his face.

“Can I say one more thing?” Lacy asked.

“Certainly!” Alistair said.

Step 5: tell them what you’re gonna do. It’ll make them more likely to underestimate you, and it’ll make the look on their faces when it happens that much sweeter.

Lacy snapped her fingers in front of Danny’s face a half-dozen times, until finally he tore his hands away and met her gaze. “Listen up, asshole, and listen good: I’m gonna kill your dad right in front of you. And when I’ve done that, maybe you’ll understand a fraction of how I feel.”

He laid his hands flat on the table, heaved a heavy sigh. “That’s the problem right there, Lace. I understand perfectly.”

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