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dmsden · 3 years ago

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A Cast of Thousands - Giving life to minor NPCs

Hullo, Gentle Readers. This week's Question from a Denizen comes to us from tenivan, who asks, "Hi, do you have any suggestions for making minor NPCs interesting? I'm having trouble showing a clear personality difference between, for example, two different city guards that the players likely won't talk to more than once."

Well, ten, I can certainly give some advice. But I'm also going to throw a little curveball into it and ask, "Why?"

I think, sometimes, as DMs, we want to make everything about our worlds unique and interesting. And sometimes, we forget that, in life, there are people who come into our lives for brief moments, who don't make much of an impression, and who are then essentially forgotten.

So when you're designing a social encounter with someone the PCs aren't likely to speak to ever again, the question might be, "Why do you want the PCs to remember these people, or, in fact, do you?" The reason I put it that way is that I, as DM, have a lot of work to do. I think there are better uses of my time than developing memorable quirks for a character I doubt my players will ever have a reason to interact with again.

Now, having gotten that out of the way, let me actually answer your question. What makes people stand out in our memories are two things - familiarity and eccentricity.

Familiar people are, of course, going to eventually embed themselves in our memories naturally. My local convenience store has a few folks whom I recognize and have varying opinions of. There's a friendly young guy whom I always chat with briefly, because he's always very nice, smiling and asking how I am. There's also a very grouchy old woman there sometimes whom I have as little to do with as possible. I've seen them many times because it's a store I've visited many times, and so they linger in my memory.

Eccentric people also embed themselves in your memory, because their behavior is so far out of the norm as to be remarkable. For example, I certainly remember the man on the subway platform who stripped down to his underwear and started sprinting back and forth, screaming at nobody at the top of his lungs. Even though I've only met him once, he definitely stays in my memory.

If we're planning an encounter or improvising an encounter with someone who the PCs won't likely meet more than once, then we don't have the benefit of familiarity, so we can move forward with eccentricity instead.

For NPCs, eccentricity doesn't have to be eccentric behavior, though it certainly can be. I usually try to ascribe one or more physical or social traits to an NPC I want to be memorable. This gives the players something to attach their memories to.

Physical traits can be something that stands out, but, if this NPC isn't showing up more than once, it has to be something really distinctive. Some examples could be:

- They've shaved one side of their head and let the other grow long.

- They have a bright-red mohawk.

- One of their eyes has been replaced by a multi-faceted gem.

- One of their hands has been replaced by a dagger blade or a hook.

- They have a large purple birthmark that looks like a chubby dragon over one side of their face.

- They have numerous lip and eyebrow piercings.

- They have the word "oathbreaker" tattooed across their forehead.

Social traits aren't something likely to be immediately noticeable, but they'll certainly come across if anyone speaks to them for any length of time. They might have something about the way they speak, or about their voice, or even a mannerism. Some examples of this would be:

- A very distinctive accent, lisp, or tone of voice. (I guarantee you that, if you speak in a falsetto voice, the PCs will remember it.)

- They always say the word "Yes?" at the end of every sentence. Think Mr. Deltoid from Clockwork Orange.

- They use the phrase, "And that's the gods' honest truth!" to emphasize their statements, probably more than they should.

- They fidget nervously with their hands constantly, or they have a fidget-spinner like object they're always playing with.

- A tiefling constantly strokes the trio of spines that protrude from his chin, and the make soft musical notes, like a marimba, when she plucks them.

- A halfling constantly shoots glances over his shoulder, muttering to himself in-between speaking to the PCs.

- A creepy warlock of the Great Old One stares at the PCs unblinkingly.

These things will be dramatic enough to make the PCs remember that NPC. The tricky thing about making an NPC memorable, of course, is that the PCs are likely to want to encounter that NPC again, especially if they enjoy the performance you give. So be prepared to play that NPC again down the road.

If you're looking to make two NPCs distinctive and memorable vs each other, such as in your example of the town guards above, is to pair them off against each other in some way. Make one of them surly and grumpy, while the other one is cheerful and pleasant. Give one of them a high-pitched voice or distinctive accent, and have the other one mostly grunt. Have one of them talk rapidly and voluminously, while the other is blunt and succinct in speech. These sorts of "opposite pairings" are a classic element of comedy acting, and they make the pair memorable by making the players remember how different from one another they are.

Another good trick is to base them off of characters or actors who often work as a pair. You could use classic comedy movie pairings like Lewis & Martin, Abbott & Costello, Laurel & Hardy, or even Ernie & Bert or Legolas & Gimli. They're all great examples of the opposite pairings I suggested above, and they'll be easy for your players to tell apart.

I hope this advice helps, tenivan. It's all tricks I've used. Don't feel afraid to let an NPC fade into the background, though. I definitely don't remember someone I've asked for direction in the past, or any number of bored kids who've checked me out at various Targets over the years. There's nothing wrong with having some people pop into the scene, play their parts, and then fade away again into obscurity. Whatever you choose, however, I hope your games are going well.

Until next time, may Baba Yaga's Dancing Hut choose to dance in your neighbor's yard and avoid your prize tomatoes.

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years ago

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Thoughts on “Auntie Soka and Little Leia” now that I’ve actually got it posted:

Call it a director’s cut! The process of actually writing the thing, and also jokes made along the way. Link to the actual fic.

Unfortunately, I don’t have the energy for image descriptions, even the text screenshots. Might come back that later. Most of this was DMs with @atagotiak.

This was an entire thing before I even started writing:

Before I decided on ages and stuff Ahsoka, to Jango, who has had zero contact with Kaminoans: Okay I know I'm a Jedi kid so you hate me but this toddler is your clone from the future. Jango, tired: What the FUCK are you talking about. Rex, barely able to talk: Don't you dare leave me with him, Commander! Ahsoka: I'm not going to leave you I just--I'm so tired I'm so fucking tired I haven't slept in five days and someone tried to kidnap Leia two days ago I am so fucking tired I need help

Ben: [twenty years of depression followed by a 'now I'm safe' breakdown over the course of weeks] Sokari: [whatever the FUCK this mess is]

When Ahsoka mentions there only being three other Jedi at the time of her death, I was thinking Kanan, Yoda, and Obi-Wan (Leia told her about the latter two living past her). She's not counting anyone that received training after the Temple fell, and she didn’t know about Cal.

When Leia says “I was adopted and raised by one of the founders of the rebellion, a movement built on the desire to instate freedom and democracy in a galaxy that had lost even the pretense.”

Depa: I'm no therapist but I diagnose you with "incredibly fucked up." Ahsoka: yeah, that’s fair

"Why did you pick Depa for--" She's pretty and I'm gay. Also because of the Kanan thing But mostly I'm gay "It's not a visual medi--" GAY

Empty of context beyond general post-fic AU: "Hey Sokari, we need to engage in psychological warfare against this individual and--" "I'm going to break into his office and leave a threatening note on his desk and leave no other sign that I was there. He'll see that his security is nothing and the only reason he isn't dead is because I'm too nice to kill him." "...okay, not what we were planning, but that works. Why is that your first choice?" "I really like breaking and entering, it's soothing." Ben just standing there with a bland smile like This Is Normal.

"We need someone to infiltrate a highly guarded facility in hostile territory." "So we're sending the Torrent kids?" [sigh] "We're sending the Torrent kids."

Rex and Sokari insist on both going by "Torrent" even though Rex could be a Fett. Jango really wants him to be a Fett. Rex has too many grudges to agree to being a Fett for... a while.

I really hope it's blatantly obvious that Ahsoka's not a reliable narrator for some things Ahsoka: Fett could care less if I died Jango: jfc even if you are older than me I can see you're fucked up. Drink your hot chocolate. Hells. She's got good reason to expect him to hate her as a Jedi! BUT. THAT IS NOT REFLECTIVE OF REALITY

We don’t get a lot of actual characterization for Jango, but the way I played him out here is he has never really parsed that Jedi are people before all this. It's a lot harder to treat them as a monolith when the traumatized former child soldier is having regular breakdowns in your shitty little kitchen

Fett: I respect you Ahsoka: No, don't do that

Ahsoka’s vigilantism is something that, in my mind, she's associating heavily with Zygerria and then the clones.

I figured that she never bothered to learn Quinlan’s teacher’s name but in the process of looking up some basic facts (whether he had a surname), I found that Wookiepedia was forced to give us a VERY wide range of possible death in Legends.

Please take a moment to imagine Quinlan's FACE when Ahsoka initially dismisses him. Quinlan has put a lot of effort into being rogueishly charming! It's very useful for his line of work! He knows to expect either irritation or a return flirtation when he acts like this with people his own age! Ahsoka is not flustered OR rolling her eyes and insulting him, she's just ignoring him and it's a bit of a blow to the ego

This just makes me really happy:

This was the initial comment I made, as a joke What if Maul is just. There. On one of the planets they make a pitstop at. What if Maul exists as the walking problem he is, but fifteen, and Ahsoka immediately tries to kick his ass and drag him back to Coruscant. I do not have room for this plot but What If

Despite not having room for this plot, I proceeded to write this plot.

Maul is kidnapped and it’s the best thing that ever happened to him HE'S FIFTEEN HE'S DUMB AS SHIT AND HAS A BAD ATTITUDE AND YEAH HE'S A DARKSIDER BUT HE'S FIFTEEN

Ahsoka: I sense... Maul [takes off sprinting] Rex: [immediately takes Jango's blaster and runs after her] Jango: Wait who Tholme: Who Quinlan: Who Jango: [looks at Leia] Leia: I don't know who that is either! Ahsoka, already wrestling a teenager to the ground: Oh no, you're a child, REX STUN HIM AND GRAB THE CUFFS, I'M SURE FETT OR THOLME HAS SOME

Fighting him isn't even legal, they have NO evidence of criminal wrongdoing, so first she needs to yell until he admits to something she can fight him about

Ahsoka: When I see Maul, it's on SIGHT Maul: WHO ARE YOU

Ahsoka: The Force didn't give me hands just to NOT throw them when I run into That Crafty Son Of A Bitch

Ben, when they arrive, after the tearful reunion: You... you brought Maul. Ahsoka: Well, yeah, he's fifteen and kinda dumb. I figured we could drag him here and force him into therapy, see what happens. Ben: I can't quite tell through the gag, but I think he's threatening to feed you your own spleen. Ahsoka: Lol, yeah.

Ben is absolutely on team "get Maul therapy" and will fight the Council on rehabilitating the baby Sith But also it's like. Here's your daughter! And your niece! And your daughter's QPP! Also your best friend, but baby, and his teacher, and the biological origin of a number of people you cared for deeply! AND ALSO THE GUY WHO SPENT LITERAL DECADES CRAVING YOUR DEATH, FOR SOME REASON

I just really want Ahsoka lovingly bullying Maul She gives him noogies and the horns don't protect him because girl has reinforced gloves

Maul's only allowed a low-power training saber and his fights with Sokari involve Much Taunting by her and Eventual Screaming by him, and everyone pops by to see: 1. Sokari doing the most absurd flips, for fun. 2. The bullshit that is ataru-shien reverse-grip jar'kai in the hands of someone who makes it work 3. What a Sith lightsaber form looks like 4. Just the general nonsense that is the way these two fight

Tia said “Wrt ridiculous flips. I'm remembering that time she beheaded four Kryst'ad at once.” and I just Rex brings up the quadruple beheading at one point to get someone to stop asking questions and the awkward, horrified silence almost makes him regret it. And then Sokari just snorts and makes a joke about how Rex once speared a slaver point-blank and everyone's just like hello??? "are you two okay" "no"

Maul absolutely starts crushing on Sokari after a 'sword under chin' moment and she's just very "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh you're fifteen, bye" GO MAKE PUPPY EYES AT OBI-WAN OR SOMETHING

The crushes are the worst part of everything, really, she's an attractive young woman that can kick a lot of ass, and a lot of people are into that! Unfortunately, most of those people are a decade younger than she is, mentally, because all the people her actual age look at her and see a child on account of the 17yo body.

It’s almost a good thing she’s in no place mentally for a relationship.

I just want Ahsoka to wear beskar.... I think that would be Nice........

This AU is also what caused this post.

I'm deeply enamored by the idea that Ahsoka can win fights against "older" padawans pretty much unilaterally, even when they team up 2v1 And then she offers to fight 5v1 "But only if I have permission to fight dirty." Ben approves it, a horror show full of "I fought many wars and will scream in your face or kick you in the balls if that's what it takes" follows She wins. There are no permanent injuries, but her reputation certainly gets weirder. Nobody under the rank of Knight agrees to let her fight dirty again. She just lets that stand because, well, she's not actually a padawan, she's thirty-three.

I’m not going to write this but my brain was EVIL and suggested it:

IT WOULD BE REALLY SAD IDK maybe 9yo Anakin has nightmares about what's happening to baby Ahsoka because bullshit about time-traveling force bonds IDK ANYWAY he cries to Sokari about the nightmares and she's like "oh shit" and it's time to go rescue herself from motherfucker unlimited

It's either that or she's like, expecting to welcome mini-me aaaany day now, for like, several months, before she realizes Something Went Wrong. Anakin’s dreams could even start right as she’s starting to realize something’s off.

Obi-Wan has never had a padawan that doesn't at some point bite Even Luke will, when pushed

OH also once the twins get Baby's First Lightsaber (training sabers, not real kyber), Sokari begs to borrow them for a dumb joke and tells Rex to get on her shoulders for a "Grievous Greeting" and they do The Thing

Jango and Ahsoka wrt Quinlan is just “Do I need to beat him up for you” “You realize I’ve beaten up sith lords before?”

JANGO'S TRYING He's just. "Can we be friends? Can I--can I be the guy that just noticeably gets in the way of a creep on the subway so you can be more comfortable without someone making a scene? I'm fucking trying here, give me a hint."

We didn’t actually figure out Jango’s age until this point. The only reason Fett's age matters is for Quinlan making a Wild Oats quip after Jango says he didn't know about Rex until a few weeks ago, and Fett going "How old do you think I am? And how old do you think the kid is?" and Quinlan getting Very Awkward as he does the math. Rex overhears and lets Quinlan sweat for a bit before saying "I'm a genetically-modified clone someone grew in a tube, he didn't know or have reason to know until he saw me with Sokari." Which is like. Eight additional layers of WTF, obviously, but at least Jango gets to avoid awkward wild oats jokes

Like, you’d expect the rebuttal to be ‘he’s my brother just with a biiig age gap’ or ‘he’s my nephew’

I find it very unfortunate for Quinlan that I've decided his defining characteristic in this context is going to be repeatedly putting his foot in his mouth

He’s trying so hard but "That sounds like a cool thing, maybe I'll ask ab--and it's another fucking trauma."

I'm doing Ahsoka&Jango t w i c e (there’s another fic where I’m doing it)

It’s just a fun dynamic! So much resentful respect.

Like she's twenty seconds away from calling him a bitch at any given time and he's just there like "I don't like you but I do see you move like you're about to tell an entire building to get on their knees with their hands in the air and I can respect that" Also she's probably much less judgmental about using blasters than Obi-Wan is The Maul subplot actually started with me daydreaming about Ahsoka grabbing a blaster for Reasons

I like the idea of Jango just deciding the most Useful thing he can do is help teach the Smol how to fight. He's AWKWARD around Rex and Soka because he doesn't know if there's anything he CAN teach them.

I didn’t actually plan for Tholme to figure out the age thing, he just SAID it and I had to sit there like Wait.

Ahsoka, Rex & Leia: ahhh, children Tholme: you say that like you aren’t children

I liked getting to write Rex's little "I have worked with all of them, and they're all Terrible" He loves them But They once got stranded on a planet that didn’t exist and Ahsoka died and Anakin killed a god.

There was research and discussion as to whether Ahsoka could win against Tholme but seeing as she held her own against Vader, and fought Grievous at that physical age without dying, etc.... yeah, the only thing holding her back was her body not being what she was used to, and she’s had a few weeks go adjust.

“I miss being able to just jump off skyscrapers” is such a jedi thing

Jango: I'll take the gun back if he tries to leave, they can't get far before--WHAT THE FUCK He knows Jedi are scary but he’s still not really used to just how over the top ridiculous they are He knows how to deal with Jedi in battle, not Whatever The Fuck These People Are Doing

Rex isn't even a Jedi, he's just so used to working with them. “Oh yes time for free-falling without a parachute again, same shit as always.”

Tia: I’m imagining Jango freaking out and Quinlan and Tholme being like. Concerned but mostly exasperated Clearly if they’re jumping off buildings it must be serious? But jfc they could’ve maybe communicated a bit more?

Leia: I want to finish my juice Tholme: Quin, stay with her while we go figure out what those two are doing. Quinlan: Wait what

Jango: Oh now he’s jumping off a building too??? Tholme: Sokari, you are not registered! You can't legally jump out windows yet! Jango: What the hell is going on? Is this normal?

We don’t necessarily know how often Ahsoka and Maul ran into each other after Mandalore. There was the later thing on Malachor, but other than that I'm just going with the idea that they ran into each other every year or two and just went for the eyes like feral cats

Ahsoka: I need to kick ass and you're coming with me. Rex: Yeah, okay. [several minutes later] Rex: Whose ass are we kicking?

Ahsoka and Rex

Neloms aren’t a SW fruit to the best of my knowledge, I just wanted to mess around with lemons/melons

Jango: you didn’t think any of this through, did you? Rex: you were there, you know we didn’t "When the Jedi says to jump out a window, I jump out a window."

Tholme’s real composed about stalking the ancient nigh-mythical enemy of his people, very “Life is already so goddamn weird”

This fic has been so heavy on the trauma but then I introduce Maul and suddenly it's the worst kind of comedy Nobody is competent, everyone's a little dumb, the bad guy is just grocery shopping

My propensity for banter has turned this into a six-person buddy cop comedy about Maul buying grapes They spend a significant amount to time ineffectually stalking Maul before Quin suggests the sensible option Quinlan just "You remember this is my literal job and specialty right"

Ahsoka sees Maul and all her brain cells go out the window except "Fight good" Usually she doesn’t need to worry about doing things legally. Maybe she needs to worry about someone seeing her do illegal things but she spent the past 15 yrs in a place where her existing was illegal

I feel like he’s also maybe kinda wanting to reassert that yes he is competent. Bc like. Ahsoka’s been kinda condescending this whole time and also can beat everyone up so. It's not his fault that he's actually the youngest person there, but.

Jango is finding this whole being friendly to Jedi thing a lot more overwhelming than he thought it would be. And overwhelming in different ways.

Maul usually signifies things getting worse and more horrifyingly tragic but he's just a dumb teen that they needed to arrest for his own good.

Quinlan: Look, I'm useful! Ahsoka: I've been through hell, wanna hear? Quinlan: NO. I DON'T. WHY.

Quinlan: I understand the concept of joking about your traumas, I do it sometimes myself! But sith hells that’s a lot of trauma.

Quinlan just wanted her to treat him as a Competent Individual, and here she is whipping out stories about Dying and Gods and the Force insists it's the truth and he just???? And apparently emo darksider over there is a Sith. And just, sure. Why not

A lot of people’s interactions with the time travelling disaster lineage is just

Tholme and Fett arguing and Ahsoka's just waiting for a moment to pop in with "Hey, when's the last time either of you worked with the other's culture before this mess? Yeah, that's what I thought."

Much like Leia and Ahsoka hurting each other earlier, and Tholme figuring out the de-aging, we ALSO have Fett’s confrontation with Ahsoka being something the characters just did, rather than something I planned.

FTR the only time I managed to trigger myself while writing this fic was the “your behavior isn’t actually acceptable and we’ve all been trying really hard to give you room to recover but you have to at least make an effort to not be a bitch”

Writing about people having PTSD and symptoms of such: Yay! Writing about people having PTSD and engaging in toxic behavior to cope: Shit Ahsoka had... basically my exact reaction. It's "remind yourself that you're in the wrong, that they have a point, and then be overly formal in the apology because fuck if you accidentally make them feel sorry for you when they're the injured party"

Quinlan: Can we be friends? I mean, you're an asshole, but you're really cool. Let's be friends. (He MIGHT be nursing a crush) (Neat mysterious girl who can beat him up.)

Also he realises she's probably nicer when not having a slow-motion breakdown He's like "Huh, you'll probably be less of an asshole once you've gotten therapy."

...also, she pretty and got Nice Biceps

I love writing a good mental breakdown

I was so close to including a "he tried to kill me" just early enough for Jango to wildly misinterpret as her thinking Quinlan tried to kill her. He'd have been very confused, considering Quinlan's the one that called them down in a panic and currently has Ahsoka having her massive breakdown in his lap But

Tia: I could see Jango interpreting it as idk, Quin resembling someone or for a moment acting like someone who tried to kill her and she had a flashback or something like that

There's absolutely room for a couple reasonable interpretations there And "trapped in a flashback about someone who tried to kill her" is absolutely what's happening! Just. You know. For a different reason. Jango probably wouldn’t assume Quin would hurt her, for one thing he seems to like her, for another even if he did he’s smart enough to pick a way that wouldn’t be so likely to get him caught

I had to step back and actually say “Also I'm just. Wow. I'm really just shoveling QPP Rex&Ahsoka at full speed”

Me, a few weeks ago, joking: Two halves of the same idiot black ops specialist Me, now, entirely seriously: Two halves of the same idiot black ops specialist

Me, belatedly: Oh, Ahsoka being joyfully mean to people was a form of mania she was unconsciously using to build a barrier between herself and her impending meltdown

She went from "just died" to "in charge of Rex and Leia" in like. Two minutes.

Confession: I've been delighting in the mental image of this whole Mess leading Jango to try to retake Mandalore, and Ahsoka loans him a saber for a 1v1 to get the darksaber.

“Can’t I just fight him barehanded? That’s how I did it on Galidraan.” "But the drama, Fett!"

Probably Rex has learned how to use a saber as well, because you never know when you have to borrow a weapon

I later changed my mind to Jango asking her to help, rather than her just sneak-teaching him, but it was funny.

Background nonsense to all this is Ahsoka and Rex, despite Rex being as force-sensitive as a lump of coal, having developed a process where she can extend her sensitivity to him mind-to-mind for weird symbiotic battle trance that scares everyone around them. It’s very similar to Battle meditation.

CONTEXT FOR LEIA BEING WORRIED ABOUT THOLME HIDING THINGS: Tholme is hiding the fact that the Council reached out and told him that the people he picked up might be connected to Ben and Luke, who showed up after the Depa thing but a solid week and change before Jango's ship makes it to the Temple. They asked that he not share that information to avoid getting anyone's hopes up in case the two situations aren't related. Ben and Luke haven't shared enough information for anyone to really be sure if the other three are connected Because the info Tholme has isn't quite the info Jango has, etc. And they can't just say Ben is a future Obi-Wan over comms

I just have a lot of feelings about people trying to do something right and just. Nobody's at fault! Not really! It's just complicated!

Tia: I like how when Ahsoka isn’t doing maladaptive trauma response stuff she’s very mature. And of course she’s had to be but it’s a good like, contrast. Where when she slows down to think about things she’s very sensible

Jango just spends most of this story lowkey wanting Ahsoka to Be His Friend but there's too much baggage that he's only metaphysically responsible for

Local aroace(?) has a squish

Ahsoka: He just wants to get on my good side because of Rex. Jango: I'm pretty sure you could kill an entire army without trying but you wouldn't because you have actual morals and stuff... and when I met you it was because you were killing yourself trying to keep (what appeared to be) children safe... you seem cool please be my friend.......

Ahsoka’s #1 weakness: mountains of trauma Ahsoka’s #2 weakness: she just doesn’t get why so many people think she’s cool and want her to be their (girl)friend

Jango, a 27yo massacre survivor who's killed Jedi masters with his bare hands: [gets lectured on various government structures by a tiny girl that's missing several teeth and needs to sit on books to see the table properly]

Ahsoka was raised in a religious meritocracy but developed all her opinions during a galactic war and then became a vigilante spy, Rex comes from a military cult, Leia is from an inherited monarchy that participates in democracy, Quinlan was originally from what appears to be a dynastic dictatorship, and IDK about Tholme other than that he is also from the religious meritocracy. And in legends Quinlan came to the religious meritocracy after his aunt sacrificed his parents to a vampire cult and then forced him to experience the psychometric echoes of that. There's just. A lot going on.

Leia at least has knowledge about structure and admin in theory that isn't based in either the military or populations under 10k

Jango: I want to be your friend. Ahsoka: Sounds fake.

I am unfairly fond of "Rex destroys a conversation by bringing up his own horrifying childhood and calling it a cult"

"Why does Sokari call you 'Rex'ika'?" "Because she's older than me." "...can I--?" "No."

Nickname privileges are extended ONLY to Ahsoka and older clones. There are no more older clones, so it's just Ahsoka.

Me joking about Star Wars AUs: Would you like a crackship? Me writing actual Star Wars fic: My favorite character type is apparently “too traumatized to have a relationship” so this is at least 90% gen.

I had to pull a scene opening at one point because Ahsoka's skill with not getting shot is actually much less useful than Tholme's clearance levels.

Now I really want a team-up of Ahsoka, Rex, and Jango where they do have to get in a dogfight of the "she flies, we shoot" variety and Fett just has to scream because the speeder thing to catch Maul was one thing, but this....

Ahsoka, before TCW: I know all the traffic rules but I'm not that great at flying! Ahsoka, after TCW: I'm great at flying but if you let me behind the wheel we are absolutely getting arrested.

She went from "knows the rules but doesn't have the skills" to "has the skills but primarily in the form of not getting shot" which! Is delightful! "Bet I can get us through that alley--" "DO NOT"

Jango and Ahsoka are both just very "Is this friendship? Is this camaraderie? My heart's been fried on platonic love by so many murders that I'm not sure anymore." "I've lost a lot of friends. I kind of forgot how to make those."

I have no idea if "hasn't been closer than Alderaan except that one trip to Chandrila" is canon-compliant but ehhhhhhhh It feels plausible enough?

Belatedly realized that I could just explain my optimal Rex&Ahsoka dynamic as just... drift compatible. It's vague enough on the specifics while still digging into the meat of what they mean to each other and how they work together. The terminology is already in existence. I can just use it.

Romantic? Platonic? Familial? Doesn't matter! They're drift compatible.

They are important to each other and that is what matters

I really like the Leia&Quinlan thing. He's just like "This small child needs a friend that isn't super depressed," and decided he's going to be her friend. I keep trying to toss in "Quinlan volunteers to 'baby'sit." She's not much older and she has a Baby Brain, it works out

There's a running bet as to whether Leia will leave the Order the second she turns thirteen, or if she'll let Sokari "train" her for a few years first. And... that’s how I came up with Leia Antilles, Senator of Serenno.

They'll be bullshitting Ben as her new master to "finish out the padawanship" since they can't tell everyone she's really in her thirties and he's conveniently there and already knows everything and was half her master anyway. Like Ben was planning on taking on Luke, but Luke is "six" and even he can't swing that as old enough to be a Padawan, and it's not like Sokari will take more than a handful of years to justify knighthood, sooooooooo

#Ahsoka Tano #Captain Rex #Leia Organa #Jango Fett #Obi Wan Kenobi #time travel #de aging #Phoenix Babbles #Uncle Ben and Little Luke #Auntie Soka and Little Leia #I need to excise the bits that are actually funny on their own

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darthwheezely · 4 years ago

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i walk the line - f.w. - 1

1950s american carnival! au

Summary: The Weasley Bros. Circus has always been a family affair...until they pick up a highly unusual girl with wicked talents...

Warnings: 1950s America and all the shit that comes with it, NSFW/SMUT MINORS NO INTERACTING :) , alcohol usage, cussing, tw violence (fights), carny folk, contortionist, language and desc of intense circus acts, clowns, sad boy George, GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF BULLYING IN THIS CHAPTER, angst

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“...welcome to our home!”

George listened as the crowd erupted before his father. He had always admired Arthur “Art” Weasley, for many a reason. The way he could walk in and command a room, the way he could silence an entire audience with a simple flick of his wrist of wave of his hand, the way his voice alone could stop his cries in the night, the way he would come up behind him when taking care of the animals was too much and say, “Georgie, go to sleep, son.” but most of all? The way his father noticed him.

Baltimore, Maryland. 1933.

George Weasley was on the run. Again. Charlie Dooley, a boy from his class, and his gang of (as Fred said) “chickenshit babies” had made it a habit of following George home from school and doing one of the following: a) chasing him on bikes, b) cornering him in the bathroom, or c) sprinting after him on foot.

Today, it had been on foot.

“C’mon monkey boy!” Charlie howled, the other boys closing in on him. George sprinted a quick right realizing he dropped his lunch box and thinking a violent but rapid mom’s gonna be so mad, oh no oh no-

George barreled down the street, his house in sight, tears stealing on his cheeks from the sheer speed and necessity to get home. His feet seemed to be operating without him knowing, his body throwing itself backwards and forwards with the blinding need to be home, to hug his dad and say he wasn’t going to school anymore, to ask his mom to stop packing bananas in his lunchbox even though it was his favorite snack because mom don’t you know they call me monkey boy-

“Thought you could really get away from us this time huh, Georgie boy?” Charlie had pinned him to the concrete, George’s heart screaming in his ears. He could barely register that his lip was bleeding, and that maybe if he focused on the sky, his eleven year old shrimp of a body wouldn’t feel-

Pow.

Isn’t that what superheroes say? Pow? Let’s think about superheroes, Georgie, Charlie doesn’t last long with punches anyway just keep lookin’ at the sky, he thought wildly before-

Pow.

He vaguely felt his eyes roll back into his head, but he made a very clear rule to himself that he wouldn’t cry, Fred wouldn’t want him to cry, not that Fred was mean, Fred just hates seeing him cry-

Pow.

P-

And suddenly there was something off his body. He could hear punching noises but they were not aimed at George, but rather someone else. When he was able to open his eyes he saw his brother, Fred, landing blow after blow to Charlie Dooley, Charlie mewling under Fred.

“Touch my brother again, and I promise I won’t just break your nose next time, yeah?”

Art Weasley sat with his son George in the red chair in his caravan. It was George’s favorite chair, as he learned the word “red” from that chair and then equated “red” to his own hair.

Arthur had known his son would have it harder. It wasn’t his fault the boy was different, he loved him just the same for it if not slightly more so for the way he was a bit quieter, the way he listened and thought and thought and then wanted to make choices. The way he asked his mom if he could pack Fred’s lunches for school because only George knew Fred hated crunchy peanut butter sandwiches with white bread.

But more so for the way George wasn’t afraid to show love. To cry. To feel things Art sometimes couldn’t articulate.

George was curled into his father, tears staining his button up shirt and his body shuddering with every anxiety laden breath. Art put a hand on his son’s back and put his lips to his hair.

“George, you have to breathe for me or you’re gonna get sick.” He rubbed his son’s back soothingly.

“I’m sorry, dad, I promised I did what you said and tried to protect myself and when I couldn’t do anything else I just didn’t look at h-him I p-promise, dad p-please don’t be mad at me...” he took another shudder and released a cry into his father’s shoulder. Art was not a helpless man, but there was something that destroyed and cracked his very soul at the sight of his most vulnerable child, the most angelic of his seven children. The one that everyone protected. And at times like these, sometimes all a father can do is hold his child. So that’s what he did.

“I know, son...I know...”

“George?”

George jumped out of his thoughts, his palms sweaty from the inevitable stage fright that always accompanied him before a show. It was no matter how many times he grazed the trapeze with his sister Gin and his brother Ron, the nerves were always the same.

At least this time, no pows would be administered from anyone besides himself.

He heard his name again, the daze breaking as he looked at his oldest brother Bill.

“George. You’ll be fine. You always are, baby brother.” He said softly, placing his hands back on, Cora (short for Corazon) the lion. George gulped and nodded, and Fred patted his back, giving a hearty wink. George smiled a small smile, clapping Fred’s forearm.

“Ready, Fred?”

Fred grinned.

“Ready, George.”

George belonged to the trapeze. The way his body seemed to elongate with grace and dexterity when he grabbed his sister, the way he gave flirty winks at the girls in the crowd, the way he never dropped a muscle unplaced-

The way their father always noticed.

Fred saw these things in his younger brother and couldn’t help the fit of jealousy in his stomach. Don’t get your tightrope in a twist, he was possibly the most proud of his brother, and his hand to God if he didn’t say he hooted his name the loudest watching him do his thing.

But he never felt like he could ever match that.

He knew his hands were meant for something greater, same as his mind. Juggling came almost as easy to the older twin as breathing, smoking cigarettes, witty banter, and sex (in no particular order). But George had something Fred didn’t have.

Approval.

Fred was, for all intents and purposes, a good person. A great person. But his habits could’ve said so much otherwise.

Fred had a nasty habit of letting his temper get the best of him. Ever since he could talk, he had taken on the role of protector to not only George, but to Ginny and Ron as well. Frequently, his hands always seemed to have more things to say than he could which says a massive fucking lot. At the ripe age of 20, he’d gotten into more bar fights and straight up blacked out sober more than his own father, and all of his other siblings. He’d been in and out of detention when he did go to school, and in and out of-

Well, you get it.

The one thing that always seemed to follow him? His charm.

Fred Weasley was a charismatic motherfucker.

And he knew it.

It was simple. All he had to do in between acts was make a couple jokes, a few magic tricks, and by the end of his little charade? He’d have at least 3 girls lined up for that night. And if he was in a particularly bad mood?

Well, it could get a little more than that.

On nights like this, he was fine with just two.

I mean...Fred knew what he was doing.

And on a night like this - he was damn proud of it.

Until he saw you...

Last night.

Fred’s dessert was named Candy. He honestly couldn’t remember what her actual name was, but he did remember she said:

“Call me Candy. I taste like it, too.”

And honestly? That was really all he needed.

It didn’t take him long to press her small body against his caravan. She wound her arms around his neck and fisted into his flame colored hair and yanked, his hips rolling as he moaned into her lipstick stained mouth.

Fred always did have a thing for gals in red.

Fred realized his pants had begun to be a tad too tight, as Candy’s tongue licked into his mouth. his hands found their way under her dress, fingers kneading at her thighs and she squeaked. He lifted her legs at her noise and he wrapped them around his body, his bulge pressing into where she needed him the most.

“Fred, please” she whined, his mouth attaching to the valley of her breasts, the exposed skin of her dress warm and inviting.

“Please what, doll?” He teased roughly, his free hand sliding to cup her ass and squeezing. She gasped at his rough touch and he bit her collarbone.

“Fred, please, fuck me” she said airily. He smirked before pressing a quick kiss to her mouth.

“Absolutely, baby, see how easy that was?” He licked her bottom lip and bit, before pressing his forehead to hers, the sheer strength of his body pressing her against the van enough to use his hands to pull her panties down enough for her to kick them away. She reached down to unzip his pants when he motioned for her to do so, his hard cock free of his boxers.

“You ready, pretty girl?” He growled against her earlobe. Candy whispered a breathy “please” and Fred slid into her cunt, her wetness echoing sinful noises at the contact. They groaned at connection, and Fred continued to go deeper into her until he bottomed out. He looked at her for confirmation to keep going and she nodded. He pulled out and slammed back into her, beginning to set a rough pace against the van.

“Freddie, fuckfuckfuck you feel s-so good” she sputtered, Candy’s back hitting and arching against the van, causing it to move slightly against her. Fred nipped and sucked at her neck, determined to always leave a map of where he left his treasure behind...

“Look at you, unraveling like a ball of twine. Never had cock this good, doll?” He reached a particularly good angle in her causing her to claw deeper at his back, biting in a scream.

“Thereeee it is, baby. You like that don’t you, c’mon be a good little cock slut and tell me what you want, want everyone in this whole fucking camp to know I’m fucking you so good.” His hand went to her clit, circling it harshly. He wanted her to finish, his dick was twitching all to hard in her and he needed her to release before it was his turn. Her moans and gasps and mini clawings were getting sloppier, losing their tempo.

“Fred-Fred-“

“Yeah, baby, I’ve got you” he groaned against her mouth at her clenching pussy. She gave a final sputter and screamed into his shoulder, a hot electric wave coursing over his cock, with one, two, three harder pumps, he released into her as well. He leaned his forehead against hers and kissed it lightly. But when he looked back at her face, she was already losing interest. Just like the others. But it didn’t bother him...at least not anymore, right?

Just another night.

Memories of Candy and Janie and Jessica and Portia and all the other girls seemed to wash away at the sight of you waiting after the show. Your eyes were full of life but somehow had something tired behind them. The way your hair wasn’t perfectly coiffed but still looked like you had tried to, the way your dress was crinkled at the bottom like you didn’t give a shit if it was crumpled in the bottom of your dresser.

And then you looked at him.

Fred Weasley could have sworn time stopped at the way you walked across the hay to him, your body positioned in a way that would’ve given him every reason to hold you. he realized his face began to flush at the sight of you getting closer.

That, he thought, was an alien feeling.

“Hi.” You said warmly to him.

“You’re Fred, right? I loved your act.”

He blinked twice and then returned your smile.

“Yeah. Thank you so much, I...I really try, I am so sorry but what is your name?” His eyes scanned your face. You stuck your tongue in your cheek and returned the search on his face.

“Y/N. Y/L/N. I’m looking for a job.”

#fred weasley #george weasley #Fred weasley smut #Fred weasley x reader #bill weasley #charlie weasley #Ron weasley #Harry Potter #Ginny weasley #arthur weasley #molly weasley

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junicai · 4 years ago

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i search the universe.

| order no. | 5/21

| summary | Are ‘exploring’ and ‘being hopelessly lost’ synonyms? According to Jongin, they most definitely are.

| word count | 1.9k

| warnings | mentions of kidnapping but it’s just an old lady looking out for Aria when she’s with two very suspicious looking older men, sasaengs

| era | circa. January 2020

a/n: this definitely took a turn from the request, but i hope you still like it! if you’re not vibing with it, you can dm me, and i’ll see what i can re-write. thank you!

The tour was set to kick off again in San Diego, California, after a pause for the duration of December. The time off was greatly appreciated; Aria found herself sleeping for twelve hours at a time occasionally, her sleep schedule trying to right itself after having been flipped on its head too many times to count.

The flight from Seoul to California was long, and Aria had slept for a grand total of twenty minutes by the time they touched down on the tarmac runway again.

It had been Jongin’s idea to go exploring before their first schedule that evening, an invitation that was proposed to all the members but only accepted by Taemin. When Jongin’s deflated look was fixed on Aria, she crumbled like the weak woman that she was, and agreed to accompany the two older men on an impromptu trip around the city.

She’d never even left Ireland prior to joining the company (bar skating competitions, but those were less of a trip and more of a airport-taxi-hotel-rink-repeat combo, if you will) so each new city was met with widened eyes and dramatic oohs and aahs.

The trio had dropped their suitcases into their hotel rooms - Jongin rooming with Taemin this time around, and Aria with Ten - and pulled out a light jacket for outerwear, in Aria’s case, before they were marching out the door, masks pulled up over their faces.

Aria’s hoodie that she had worn on the plane lay on the bedspread in her room, her phone forgotten in it’s pocket.

The air was cool but not biting outside, and as Aria linked her hand into Taemin’s, the sun was still above the horizon. Jongin slipped his phone back into his pocket.

“The interview is scheduled for 6, which means we need to be back at the hotel for 4, which gives us,” He checked his watch, “Roughly two hours. Maybe a little more, if we push it.”

Taemin fixed him with a look. “Let’s not do that. It’s twenty to two now, lets aim to be back for twenty to four.”

Aria tugged on Taemin’s hand where the singer had still yet to let go. “Mhm! that way, if things go skywards, then we have time to take a back route or something.”

Jongin nodded, satisfied. “Okay! So, where first?”

Aria exchanged a look with Taemin, before starting down the street. “Let’s find out!”

With each building, came a new attraction to stare at. Small stalls sat at the street corners, attendees calling out to them to barter their goods. The buildings seemed to climb into the sky for miles, never-ending as far as Aria’s eyes could see.

The city was bustling with noise, cars passing on the wide streets with sharp beeps! that sent Aria jumping into the air occasionally, much to the chagrin of Jongin.

He caught her waist when she jumped backwards the first time, stopping her from flattening him onto the sidewalk. “You alright there?” He leaned forwards with a teasing grin.

Aria had huffed, swatting his hands off her waist before fixing her shirt. “Fine.”

The grin had stayed plastered on Jongin’s face for the next two blocks, widening further when the girl jumped again at the sound of a harsh tire squeal and a series of rapid-fire beeps following it.

Taemin lead the two away from the commotion, and they continued their in-depth exploration of the city and it’s secrets.

It was wonderful; Until it wasn’t.

Honestly, they probably should have realized when they started being followed. It happened regularly on the streets back home, but here, they were off-guard and so the first flash of a shutter going off send Taemin stumbling backwards slightly.

All hell broke loose from there.

A group of fourteen or fifteen teenage girls gathered, the leader of which had her phone gripped in her hand. “KAI OPPA!” She screamed, and like a battle cry - the others joined her.

Aria felt frozen, her legs refusing to cooperate with the frantic run, run, run run run that her brain was playing on a loop. The group advanced quickly, moving around the street corner and were only a few yards away when Jongin grabbed her wrist, fingers encircling tightly, and pulled her into motion.

They ran on autopilot, blind as to where they were going only knowing that they couldn’t stop. The pounding of feet was still deafening behind them, and Jongin speeded up, Taemin following suit.

It wasn’t long until Aria felt like she was doing less running and rather simply being tugged along by her wrist; legs pumping as fast as she could made them, but her strides were nearly double what she’d normally take even at a flat out sprint.

Taemin tugged them both into a small alleyway, hoping that the shade the towering buildings offered on either side was enough to shield them from the fangirls’ piercing gazes.

Aria bent over, hands on her knees, panting.

“Oh god,” Jongin coughed out. “Not a single day, huh?”

Taemin nodded sadly in commiseration, catching his own breath. “How did they even know it was us?”

“The hair, probably,” Aria mumbled, already pulling her hair back into her hood. The bleached blonde and sky blue streaks combination was a tell-tale sign, and she kicked herself mentally for not at least putting her hair up into a bun to hide the most dramatic parts of it.

“What do we do now?” Aria looked to the two older men. “Do we just try to make a run for it? I don’t think I can remember which way we even went, we were just running. Oh god, are we lost now? Can we even get back to the hotel?”

Taemin extended an arm, wrapping around Aria’s back and pulling her into a hug, before subtly moving them both behind a large sign that blocked them from view.

The group of girls passed by the entrance to the alley, chattering loudly.

“Where did they go?”

“Did you see which way they went?”

“Taeminnie oppa~ Saranghae, come back~”

“Who was the

“Okay,” Taemin took a deep breath. “Okay, we’ve done this before. My phone died somewhere back there, but Aria, do you want to call Baekhyun hyung while Jongin tries to figure out where we are?”

He received two nods in return, and Aria’s hands patted her pockets. The empty lining gave underneath her fingers, and her stomach sunk slightly in dread.

“My phone isn’t-” She looked up to Jongin with wide eyes. “I left it in the hotel room, I think, when I changed my jumper.”

Jongin put a hand on her shoulder, rubbing soothingly. “It’s okay, we still have mine.”

Aria’s breath was coming in slightly labored, with a light tremor that shook her chest.

The ringing sounded loud as it echoed down the alley, and Jongin scrambled to turn the phone on silent.

“What?” Baekhyun’s voice was tinny through the phone’s speakers, and Jongin moved down towards the end of the alley, out of Aria and Taemin’s earshot.

“Hyung,” Jongin spoke, heavy with relief.

“What? You’ve just woken me up-” Jongin interrupted Baekhyun before he could start yelling down the phone.

“Hyung, we got followed.”

“By who?”

“Fans, we think. They spotted us a couple streets ago, we ran and now we don’t know where we are.”

A muttered curse came down the phone line, and what sounded like Baekhyun shutting a door. “Right, find out where you are, and I’ll get the manager to come get you lot. This is why I said no to going out, you’re all tired and then things like this happen Jongin-”

“Hyung! I know, and I’m sorry you can scold me for it later, but right now,” He tossed a glance over his shoulder to Aria, who was encircled in Taemin’s arms. “Aria’s freaking out, and I’m not sure why, but I don’t think hiding in an alley is helping.”

Baekhyun was silent, breathing out another curse. “Taeyong, he told me - it happened a while ago, and he didn’t tell me a lot, but enough.”

“Hyung?”

“Aria had a bad, altercation, lets say, with a sasaeng two years ago. I don’t know what exactly happened - Yongie didn’t tell me - but I’ll bet that’s why she’s freaking right now. Maybe just-”

The line cut out.

Jongin shook his phone, clicking the power button. “Hyung? Hyung?”

Taemin looked over. “Is everything alright?”

“Phone’s dead.”

Aria’s head peeked up, wide eyed. “Really?”

Jongin nodded.

“So- so what do we do? Did you talk to oppa?”

He bit his lip. “Yeah, yeah I did. We’re gonna go find another store that’ll let us use their phone okay? And we’re gonna call the manager.” He turned to Aria. “Do you think you could talk to someone right now, Ari? Is that okay?”

Aria took a deep breath, closing her eyes and exhaling smoothly. “I can do that. I can definitely do that.” The tremor in her hands told otherwise, but she tucked them into her pockets to hide that fact.

“Okay. Okay, let’s go.” Taemin peered around the alley walls, looking and seeing no gang of girls waiting to pounce on them.

The trio stepped out from behind the building walls, and quickly jogged their way into the nearest café - two storefronts down.

“Miss? Miss, I’m so sorry to bother you, but could I borrow your landline for a moment? My own phone’s dead, you see.” Aria cleared her throat, peering up at the kind lady behind the counter.

Her wizened eyes took in the small stature of Aria, and the two men standing at the doorway, peering outside. They looked suspicious; hoods pulled low over their eyes, and masks hiding the bottom half of their faces, staring out the window as if they were waiting for someone to show up; and they were ready to flee.

Slowly, an understanding dawned on her - connecting the wrong dots together and garnering a jumbled up picture of the truth.

“Oh, dear of course, just come behind here and I’ll call someone for you - do you have your mother’s number with you? Your father’s?” She began to usher Aria behind the counter.

“Oh, no, miss, that’s alright, I just need to use your phone for a moment-”

The lady leaned closer. “Dear, if those men are trying to take you somewhere, you’re absolutely welcome to stay in the back room. Do you want me to call the cops?”

Aria choked. “Oh! Oh no- oh those are my brothers miss! They’re not- I haven’t been-”

The lady looked on with squinted eyes. “They can’t hurt you dearie, you’re safe now-”

“No, I promise you miss, they’re my brothers, they just don’t speak very good English. Can I please use your phone? Please?” Aria was begging at this point.

Reluctantly, a phone was handed to her, and she wasted no time in inputting Baekhyun’s number. It rang once, before being picked up.

“Oppa?”

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lesbian-octoling · 3 years ago

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I'm debating signing up for The After but I'm not sure what it's going to be like, could you describe the, uhh, "gameplay" I guess? (Also is it ok if I use an alternate email to sign up since the one I usually use has my full name in it) Thanks!

Firstly, yes, you can sign up with any email you like! I'm not gonna be saving or even looking at the emails, it's just so that you can edit your response later. Use whatever email you want.

Second, the gameplay will be text-based roleplay, with a very minor dnd-like element. Your characters will have stats and there will be some minor rolling for things, and there are two main "mods" that act like DMs, but it's less reliant on stats and more on judgment call/talking it out. It will be on discord, with different channels for different 'locations'.

For example- if your character is an inkling who used to work as a professional sprinter. Someone else's character is a lobster who works in a cafe. Your characters are talking to each other and looking for supplies. You would both roleplay your characters in a turn-based text- so the first person would say something like

Mindy walked down the street, looking over at Timmy. "What are we looking for again?" She asked, picking at her clothes.

And the second person might say something like,

Timmy sighed, crossing his arms. "We're supposed to be looking for food, remember?"

Now, the descriptions of locations, what you guys might find, or anything else that happens in the environment would be controlled/played by a mod. You only play your character. If, say, you guys encounter a monster- one of the mods would "play" that monster! So we would type something like this:

As the inkling and lobster walked along, suddenly there was a horrible screeching noise- and then a giant, slimy mutant appeared! It screamed, and then started to spray mutagen everywhere from it's gaping mouth.

You can talk to us out of character how you want you might want this interaction to go down, or more simply, write what your character attempts to do. Something such as:

Mindy yelled in surprise, and then attempted to leap out of the way of the spray, putting her sprinting experience to good use.

Timmy also tried to jump out of the way, reaching down to pull out his weapon.

Now, we would respond, and in that response, say whether your character failed or succeeded. This is mostly where the judgement comes in- we know how fast our mutant is, and how fast your characters are. There is no numerical "speed" stat, we'd just eyeball it. We know that Mindy the inkling is a professional sprinter, so she would probably get out of the way. But Timmy the lobster is much bigger and has no experience running, and probably wouldn't. So we would say something like this:

Mindy successfully leaps out of the way of the spray even as the creature continues climbing forward, narrowly escaping the mutagen. Timmy, however, is not as fast, and gets a good splash of it on his arm. Thankfully is thick exoskeleton prevents it from being absorbed immediately, but he can already feel the tingling...

The creature hisses, and then lunges forward, aiming to grab onto Timmy with it's rows of razor sharp teeth.

Again, something like "having an exoskeleton" isn't a stat, it just.. is. And if, for some reason, you think anything we do is unfair, we're welcome to talk to you about it and adjust it! Our main goal is to have fun.

So, TLDR, it's going to be longform/paragraph-style roleplay (though it doesn't actually have to be long paragraph(s) each time, that's just the name of the RP style), where you play your characters, and mods play the environment and NPCs. Kinda like DND but instead of saying "My character does x", you type and roleplay it out!

Here's a good example from a different, similar RP group, Killing Game! in this particular group, I'm [chuckles] I'm in danger (playing my OC, Forba), my friend Peter is Pantsed by Detective Meatboy (Playing his interpretation of a canon coroika character, Inkfall), and [X] is my partner and mod of Killing Game, who is playing an NPC, Sheer!

Out of character, this counted as healing some damage, but we still roleplayed it out instead of just saying "I have Inkfall heal Forba".

Warning for mentions of injury/blood/pain. Also ignore my typo in it lol

In The After, Peter and I will be the mods instead!

#the after #long post

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pegasister60 · 4 years ago

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(Copied this over from a Discord DM where I went off. I didn’t proofread this because I wanted this posted ASAP.)

AU where Purpled is the traitor.

He’s been staying out of things on purpose. He’s a neutral and even though they joked about it, he was never going to be allowed into L’Manburg.

So when the election rolls around, he does nothing. He sits in his UFO, which is equipped with a hella cool holo-map of the whole server because having a bunch of maps on the wall is lame, and watched as Tommy and Wilbur are chased out.

He doesn’t go offer them assistance. Not immediately anyways. They’ve gone deep underground and there’s only so far down his sensors can go. He’s not sure where they are, but he can see Tubbo’s still in L’Manburg. So maybe this all blows over?

It doesn’t. He snatches bits and pieces of conversations over private lines with his transmission interceptors. He hasn’t left his base in a while, it hasn’t felt safe to.

He knows no one cares about him, that he wasn’t involved in the last war, but he needs to be ready to take his stand.

And it comes. It comes with an invitation left on his front lawn.

A festival? It’s so strange to see this from Schlatt’s administration, and he doesn’t trust it.

He’s listening into private conversations and catches some alarming exchanges.

The kind that send him scrambling across the room for his sensors and changing settings to sense pulses and ticks from dormant redstone.

At first there’s nothing. But he watches diligently as L’Manburg gets wired with redstone. Enough to trigger an alarming amount of TNT.

And for a moment he just sits there.

Then he moves.

He can’t go to Dream because he’s in on it.

Ponk hasn’t answered any of his messages for a while now.

But he can find Tubbo. He can find Tubbo and they can figure this out.

He sprints along the Prime path, sees Tommy and Tubbo on a bench.

They don’t notice him. He’s good at moving quickly and quietly, it’s helped him snag so many crucial emeralds.

Now it lets him witness this moment.

Was- was Tommy in on the TNT thing? He’d heard Wilbur try convincing him, had heard loud and clear that he’d given Dream that ultimatum. Tommy’s always been a little behind on technology, his communicator’s too outdated to hear very clearly.

But, but he can see them being ride or die. He knows Tubbo’s loyal. If Tommy agreed to blow up Schlatt’s land, if he told Tubbo and wasn’t being argued with.

He takes one step back, then another.

And before the music stops, he’s gone.

—

He decides to hell with it all and RSVPs for the festival.

He’s got pearls, he’s got regen, and his UFO is packed and idling in case he needs to make a clean getaway once the bombs start going off.

He could’ve just cut up the lines of redstone. He could’ve disarmed the whole thing.

But there was no point, really. Tubbo was on board with them afterall.

He even had a code phrase to tip off Wilbur and start the “fireworks.”

There was a reason he never picked a faction or bothered to lead his own. It wasn’t that he was against conflict. Everyone knew he was known for rushing headfirst into combat.

It was just that he wanted to side with his friends. He always valued people over possessions and politics. The only real way to do that on a server so divided is neutrality. And even then his relationship gets strained with every conflict he passes up.

So that’s why he doesn’t disarm the TNT. If this is what his friends want, if they wanna blow it all sky high and give up, then so be it.

He’d head somewhere uncharted and send them the coords if they cared to join him when they were done playing villains. Until then, he’d set up his video captures so he could replay the footage later. It’s been a while since he’s seen so much TNT packed in one place. The fallout was sure to be something.

—

Then, then everything goes to shit.

Tubbo slips away, and Purpled does his best to cover for him even as he loudly announces he’s leaving.

Techno’s armed to the tusks and already downing potions.

Wilbur and Tommy are standing visible as all hell on that rooftop.

This was going to be a shitshow.

And Purpled hated being right like this.

Because the speech happens and Tubbo doesn’t say the line.

Tubbo doesn’t say the line.

And for a moment Purpled’s grip on the Ender pearl in his pocket loosens. Because what the fuck?

Then come the fistfuls of yellow powder that make him wanna pearl on stage instead.

Concrete encases his friend. Concrete keeps him trapped on Schlatt’s throne as the man outs him as a traitor.

And then things get worse.

Technoblade. Stalling. Peer pressure. Apologies.

Fireworks.

The only reason he makes it out alive is because he was already holding a pearl. He escapes with a few burns and voices screaming across the comm lines.

“YOU KILLED TUBBO-“

“WHERE’S THE BUTTON-“

“-KILL EVERYBODY”

He’s running. He’s running and running and pearling and swimming and then he’s collapsing.

There’s whining as Dogchamp and his other dog come to sniff him in concern.

He finds the strength to limp over to the wall, adrenaline draining, and shut the bottom of his UFO.

He pops the stopper on a potion of regeneration and listens to the world burn.

It burns but it doesn’t go boom.

He’s not sure which one is better.

—

The days go by, he heals. He stays sealed in his UFO.

He spies.

He listens to Wilbur’s mad rambles and his borderline soliloquies.

He watches Techno’s little blip on his map go to and from the spider spawner day in and day out.

He witnesses Schlatt and Quackity’s spats.

He watches and listens and spies.

Because that’s all he can risk doing.

He was mistaken before, about Tubbo and about most of Pogtopia.

But he’s had time to reflect while laying on the floor with his dogs. He’s had time to think while he fiddled with frequencies to try and catch bits of the outside world.

And he doesn’t know what to think.

Because it’s been forever since anyone’s come to check up on him. Some experiment in Area 51 could’ve gone horribly wrong and no one would know.

Maybe no one would care.

And he tried not to let that eat at him. He knows he’d be missed by his loving pets. By that dumb chicken on his roof that he still feeds for some reason.

He could go away from here, though. He could pack up his stuff and go back to Hypixel. Lose himself in the endless grind of breaking beds, bridging across cold voids, and appeasing dragons with little patience.

But it doesn’t feel right to leave. Not when someone might remember him. Not when his friends might still care.

Not yet.

—

Then there comes a time.

A date for all of this to end. For better or worse.

And no one bothered to tell him. He hears it the moment it’s decided and yet no one tells him about it. No one even asks if he’s still staying out of things.

And something about that keeps him from sharing who their “traitor” is.

He’s perfected his technology after getting sick of having to fiddle with it so often.

He can hear everyone’s doubts, everyone’s fears, everyone’s hopes.

And that’s when he makes his choice.

He goes to Dream. The person who invited him to settle on his land. The person who complimented and had once admired his agility and mobility.

He goes to Dream and strikes a deal.

“I know what you’re doing. I don’t think I care. Whatever happens now is going to change everything, and I want to help you see it through.”

And so he joins Manburg to give them confidence.

He follows the Badlands faction to keep tabs on them and also pocket some of Techno’s wealth.

When the tides start shifting he joins Pogtopia to give them another small victory.

And when the TNT goes off, he pearls up high and sits on the ledge to watch the fireworks.

He much prefers these to the ones they used in battle.

And when the withers spawn, he does his part to help take them down, quietly gathering up the wither stars as he goes.

And when it’s over. When the dust settles and the people of this New L’Manburg stand and survey the rubble.

He’s watching. He’s listening. He’s spying.

Even after all of this, he’s still not one of them.

Tubbo’s outgrown him. Ponk’s forgotten him.

But Dream’s employed him.

And he finishes his second base in that nice little cove. So close to where the action will start up again.

He’s got tech to work with, he’s got a ufo to bail with, and he’s got ideas to play with.

After all this time, he’s made his stand.

Quietly, unnoticed. Just like he’s been all this time.

Team Chaos gains another member.

And a season ends.

#my post #I speak #I write #purpled #mcyt purpled #traitor!Purpled #traitor au #dream smp #dream smp spoilers #minecraft youtubers #mcyt #dogchamp #unnamed Minecraft dog #long post

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krreader · 5 years ago

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diamond maknae | attempted kidnapping.

pairing: bts x maknae!reader (platonic) fandom: bts warnings: eight member of bts!reader ; maknae!reader ; attempted kidnapping genre: angst ; fluff word count: 900+ other: for other dm content, pls check out my diamond maknae masterlist

summary: you didn’t exactly have the safest career on this planet, but tonight it became clear just how unsafe it could be.

a/n: aaah I saw that video and it was so scary.. I hope this is what you wanted love.

There were always risks when you were a celebrity, especially when your fame got so big that there were bound to be a few.. crazy fans.

Your entire group had these kind of fans, some more than others and every time you were confronted with something they did, you came to the realization that these people would stop at nothing to get your attention.. or worse.

Your brothers had, however, always been very protective when it came down to sasaeng fans and you. Namjoon was always the first to be informed about letters or other things that these ‘fans’ sent, yet these things were never passed down to you, mostly so that you wouldn't worry about it.

But you weren't stupid.. you could tell that something was going on when they tightened security around you.

Yet, what happened tonight was something that none of you would have ever thought of happening.

It was during your Idol performance.

It had started out as it always did, the fan chant, the dancing, the singing.. everything was going great actually, you enjoyed it like you always did..

..until you felt someone wrap a hand around your wrist.

You were standing behind your brothers, so you knew it couldn't be any of them, a manager would never come up on stage during a performance, they’d always wait until it’s over and security seemed unlikely too.

It was only a split second that it took for you to turn around, yet it felt like time completely stopped, because somewhere in your mind, you knew what this was about.

“We need to tell her, Namjoon,” you had overheard Hoseok whisper a couple of nights ago, you pressing yourself closer to the wall so they wouldn't realize you were there.

“No. She'll only worry. We tighten security at every single concert, that's the best option.”

“I don't like this,” Taehyung sighed, “Whoever they are, they are becoming more and more aggressive. I'm scared that tightening security won't be enough anymore.”

You hadn't shown yourself that night, they didn't know that you knew that something was going on.. something revolving around you and a sasaeng.

But you should have talked to them about it.

Because when you looked into the eyes of that man, you knew that it must be him.

He looked downright crazy and it was so clear that he was obsessed. He said something along the lines of: ‘You’re mine’, but it was so loud that maybe - hopefully - you had heard that wrong.

After that everything happened so quickly that it was hard to even process it.

He tried to drag you away, but you refused to move, trying to get his hands away from you.

ARMY's screams were no use, with the music on top it just sounded like they were cheering for the boys, but thankfully Hoseok turned around to check on you and saw what was happening before that guy could do any more harm.

Security started sprinting on stage and pulled the guy away from you, dragging him off the stage, while Hoseok instantly wrapped his arm around you and guided you backstage.

“Did he hurt you?!” he grabbed your face and inspected it, then your hands, then arms.

“No.. I'm okay,” but you were shaking, your manager immediately draping a blanket over you and ordering people to get you something warm to drink.

“Go back, Hoseok,” his manager said, “We'll take care of her.”

He didn't like leaving you like this, but not going back out would cause ARMY's to worry.

It'd probably be best to just downplay it for now, even if this situation was in no way one that should be downplayed. It was goddamn serious.

The moment the concert was over, every single one of your brothers was by your side, you cuddled up against Jin's chest while he kissed your forehead over and over again to calm you down, Namjoon and Yoongi screaming at the security team and the managers trying to calm them down, but it was no use.. they were just so angry that something like this happened.

“We told you WEEKS ago to keep an eye out for this guy and you just let him walk on stage and nearly KIDNAP her!” Yoongi screamed.

“We're really sorry, we didn't have a good view..-”

“Guys.. stop,” you pushed yourself up when you saw Jeongguk now get up too, looking ready to punch these guys in the face, “The only one at fault is the guy who tried to take me.”

“It's not, it's..-”

“I'm tired, Namjoon,” you sighed, “I just want to go home.. please..”

And the mood instantly switched from hostile to a lot softer.

This must have been so hard for you.. they weren’t considerate of that.

The boys started packing theirs and your things as quickly as possible and it wasn't fifteen minutes later that you were already in the car back home.

Namjoon was talking to Bang on the phone and after the phone call ended, it didn't take more than twenty minutes before he put out a statement.

And the usually so friendly tone suddenly became not so friendly anymore, informing people of what had happened tonight and stating very clearly that BigHit does not take this lightly, that legal actions would be taken and ‘advising’ people to stop this kind of behavior.

The boys discussed the situation all night long.. except for Taehyung.

“I don't want you to be alone tonight,” he said as he crawled under your blanket and pulled you close, “Are you okay?”

“I am now,” you whispered into the darkness, “I knew that he wouldn't be able to take me, but.. his eyes, Tae. They looked like he was ready to do anything, you know?”

He sighed, brushing your hair out of your face, “I'm sorry we couldn’t do more.”

“You did enough.. I know you'll always protect me, that's comforting me more than you know.”

He smiled a little, then scooted closer to you to wrap an arm around you and kiss your forehead, “We'll never let anything happen to you.”

You weren’t sure if they had any power over it, but.. just knowing that they’ll try made this a lot easier.

#bts imagine #bts x reader #bts #bangtan #bangtan boys #kpop #kpop imagines #bangtan sonyeondan #reader #bangtan x reader #bangtan boys x reader

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sherlockfanficwriting · 4 years ago

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Sherlock BBC “Mrs. Hudson has a Daughter?”

Summary - A new tenant moves into 221c Baker Street and it’s not your normal guest

Warnings - fighting

A/N - getting through your sherlock requests :) love them all! Enjoy this energetic and a tad suspenseful story! I loved writing this! Getting back to my tag list totally forgot about it dm if u wanna be in it :) @bakerstreethound @redheaded-hobbit @fanfictionsilove@theartisticscientistsworld @dancezwithwolvez

“Thanks for the ride,” you said to the cab driver as you gave him a fresh twenty dollar bill. You had just driven home from the London airport to see your grandmother. You stepped out of the cab with two large suitcases and a crossbody purse, weighing you down. A light drizzle of rain poured on you as you walked to the front door.

You pulled out a small note letter that your grandmother sent you.

“221c Baker Street,” you said to yourself, looking at the door. It matched. As you were digging for a key in your pocket, the door opened.

“There you are!”

“Grandma Hudson!” You exclaimed.

“Oh, dear, come inside you’re going to get cold. You brought so many bags!” She tried to help you with your suitcases.

“I’m alright. I can’t believe I’m here.” You threw your bags on the ground and sat down to on the nearest chair. You didn’t even care about how the room looked. You didn’t bother seeing it.

“You must be tired, dear. Only someone tired wouldn’t give me a kiss!” She rushed over to you and gave you the usual grandmother hug. You squirmed but returned it.

“I’ll make some tea as you make yourself at home!” She said and rushed off to the kitchen.

You yawned and stood up, looking all over the room. You stood in the living room. It was a medium size for an apartment. Gray walls. Wooden tables. Leather couch and chairs. No TV. You walked down the hall to the next room. There was a small bathroom and across was your bedroom. It was a good size. Beige walls. Simple wooden headboard and night table. There was a closet on the side. Everything seemed perfect for your work.

“Here is your tea!” Mrs. Hudson’s voice screamed out. You walked down the hallway and smiled at her.

“Thank you, Grandma. After this I think I’m going to sleep. I’m tired. You know how it is.” You faked a yawn. She grabbed your arm.

“You poor thing! I’ll get out of your hair. We can talk tomorrow. As you know I’m a busy woman! I have to run some errands tomorrow and I know you will be a very busy girl too!” She gave you another hug and left out of the door. You let out a sigh when she did. Coming to London was different for you. It was a bigger city. New people. Working with computer softwares was boring, but it was your job, for now you hoped.

You took out a few clothes from your suitcase and charged your computer and phone. After finishing your tea and having a hot bath, you slumped on your bed, falling into a deep sleep.

Sherlock

“John, where did you move my microscope?” Sherlock asked, anxiously walking around the kitchen.

“Where it belongs.” John said. He was sitting on his regular chair in the living room, reading a newspaper and sipping a tea.

“Ok, so why am I not looking at it?” Sherlock asked. “Why are you reading the newspaper at night?”

“It belongs in the lab. If I let you take over, this whole flat would be a lab! I have nothing else to do.”

Sherlock sat down across John and began his usual thinking. “There’s a new tenant at 221c.”

John looked up at him. “There is? How do you know?”

Sherlock shrugged. “I just do.”

“Who is it?”

“A woman. Mrs. Hudson’s granddaughter. Someone normal. Nothing special.”

John quickly got up and ran to the bathroom.

“John, she’s twenty, relax,” Sherlock said.

John sighed and came out of the bathroom. “We’ll go welcome her tomorrow.”

“You can if you want.” Sherlock got up and walked away. John went back to reading his newspaper.

-------------------

You woke up and groaned as the sun shined on you through the curtains. You immediately heard the bustle of the London city. Car honks, people talking, planes landing. You were adjusting to it. Deep inside of you, you hoped there would be something fun for you to do. Something that brought your inner life out.

You got up and took a shower. After that, you changed into a comfortable pair of jeans and a beige blouse. You paired it with slip ons. You walked to the kitchen. Being a cook wasn’t your priority. You didn’t have a clue about how to use a kitchen, but you looked at the clues. After looking at the coffee machine, you figured out how to work it in five seconds. A minute later, your coffee came out.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do! Let me think!” A man’s voice shouted from above. You put down your coffee and moved to the door, trying to get a better hear of it.

“Moriarty’s working right now. He has people on his side! How do we go about that?” Another voice asked from above.

Moriarty? Who’s that? You began thinking hard.

“I know what I’m doing. I’m leaving now.” The first man’s voice said. You heard a door swing open accompanied with foots running down the steps. You were intrigued about their conversation, but your intuitions told you this was something serious. You quickly ran to your suitcase and pulled out a few coins and a lipstick bottle. You ran to the door and heard another man’s quick footsteps run down the steps. A door slammed shut. You quickly ran out of your door, but you walked outside to where you heard them go.

You saw a tall man with a long black coat hop inside a taxi. A short man with gray hair sat next to him.

“Detectives,” you said to yourself.

The taxi was leaving and you had to follow them. Your eyes set your vision upon a bike parked in front of a cafe. You ran to it. It was a city bike. You hopped on it, keeping the taxi in sight. The bike needed a credit card, which you didn’t have. As you kept an eye on the taxi, you pulled out an encrypted card and scanned it, which immediately unlocked the bike for you. That card has helped you once or twice.

You instantly began pedaling fast, following the taxi, but carefully maneuvering around the people walking. You focused, keeping an eye on incoming cars, but drove faster to go past them. The taxi kept at a steady state and slowed down with the traffic which came and go. You kept a good distance. The city buildings got smaller and more spacious. There were less people around the city too. After six minutes of constant pedaling, the taxi slowed down and as soon as it did, the two men hopped out. They walked quickly to the sidewalk and continued on. They were in a hurry. You carefully let the bike lean against a shop’s walls and walked behind them with a good distance. They walked behind a building that seemed to be empty and being sold. You knew they were meeting someone. You kept your distance and remained quiet, which was easy to you. You had experience.

They walked to the back and opened a door. A few seconds later you snuck through a broken window. You saw them walk down a hallway. The inside was mainly blank and sparse with only a few tables and storage boxes. It was dimly lit in some places, but brightly lit down the hall. You knew it was a facility building. Something untraceable and easy to access and hold dealings or meetings in. You followed the two men down the hallway and while you did so, you questioned their ability to solve crimes. They hadn’t realized you were behind them for the whole time, and you were walking normally.

Someone started slowly clapping. You stopped in your tracks as did the two men.

“Well done. You’re here!” A voice said. It wasn’t the men’s voice. It was someone else’s. You couldn’t see where they were, but the two men looked down and up the hallway to what you imagined was a large opening up a flight of steps.

“What do you want?” The short man called out.

“Come upstairs. I’ll show you.”

The short man looked up at the taller one for approval. The taller man led the way, inspecting everything as he walked. You waited and walked up halfway to where you could easily hear.

“I can’t work with you in my way. That’s it.” The new man’s voice said.

“You mean murdering people? Stealing? You me-.”

“John.” The taller man cut him off.

“What are you going to do? You think you can get me?” The man clicked his tongue.

“How many.” The taller man asked.

“Find out.”

Immediately you heard quick footsteps coming. You sprinted up the steps just in time to see a slender man with a knife running to the two men. On the other side, you saw a man slowly walking near them. Your eyes grew focused as the familiar wave of energy and stamina flooded through your body. You lunged toward the man, hitting his arm up and keeping the gun aimed high. He was shocked for a second, but looked at you. Before he could aim his gun at someone, you twisted it out of his head and threw him a punch. The man swung his arm at you, but you ducked down. You kicked your leg high and knocked the man out to give you time.

The other man ran to attack you. You threw your gun at the tall man, which he caught, and you spun around and lunged on one knee, throwing the attacker off balance. You were in your familiar state of martial arts. Everything flowed through you easily. You didn’t have to think. Your body took over. Before you knew it, two more people came out. You ran backwards and scanned the floor. These were the last people. Keeping your head turning and focused, you rose up and down through a mangle of attacking limbs. Double leg takedown. You lifted and threw your arms out, elbow striking everyone. Before you knew it, everyone was on the floor.

You looked up at the three men. The new man, who was probably Moriarty, was standing still and facing the taller man who held a gun at him. They looked at you in awe, but kept their concentration.

“You’re out of tricks. You’re over.” The tall man said. As soon as he did, sirens went off nearby. You let out a sigh and relaxed your shoulders.

“You’re a.....karate?” The man who you presumed was John asked.

“Martial arts.” You corrected.

“Mrs. Hudson’s granddaughter.” The tall man said. “I’m Sherlock. This is John.”

John looked around at everyone on the floor. He scoffed. “It’s just amazing. I wouldn’t expect her granddaughter to be someone like you. Martial arts? That’s - That’s just crazy. Wh-.”

“John, you’re stuttering.” Sherlock said.

“I followed you here. I heard your conversation in the apartment. I knew something was going on. Something bad. And I was right.” You said.

Sherlock half grinned. “Thank you.”

John corrected him. “He means much more than that. A thousand thank you’s. W-we would have died!”

“John!” Sherlock yelled.

The police came up the steps and immediately arrested Moriarty. They proceeded to do the same to the others. They didn’t even bother looking at Sherlock.

“Scientist. Computers. Spying. Fighting.” Sherlock said, as you walked down the steps with them.

You smiled then looked at him. “Detective. Chemist. Violin. Ouch, and an evil brother.” You faked a wince which made Sherlock laugh.

“You can say that.”

John stood at the bottom of the steps, looking at you two. His mouth half open.

“You’re really telling me you’re not related?” He asked.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and you all began to laugh, walking outside. You had a fun time. You learned some things. A lot of things about Sherlock and John. Things you wouldn’t tell them - yet, if needed. You walked to Sherlock, who called a taxi.

“I’m hungry. Let’s all get lunch?” He asked.

You might start to like it here in London after all.

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vocalxtributes · 4 years ago

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[Tw// Violence, mentions of blood and death]

13 tributes. No guaranteed number of winners.

No more practices or do overs. This is it.

This is the beginning of the Décès Match.

The first batch of tributes were revealed to the whole nation. The reigning champion. Académie céleste, in other words, Yoon Jeonghan's team.

Trumpets were blaring. Camera's were flashing. Cheers could be heard everywhere. People were excited for this year's match. Almost everyone was watching the match. It would be the first ever match where all four of the cursed abilities would be present. Three of which Jeonghan had.

To say that the tributes were nervous was an understatement. Almost all of the five tributes were being affected by pressure and worry. Jihoon was pacing back and forth the waiting area, Joshua was muttering words to himself, Seungkwan was bouncing his leg up and down, and Seokmin was already crying while talking to someone on the phone. However Jeonghan... He seemed the most calm out of all the tributes but if one looked closely, they would see the leader's eyes constantly flashing from red and black as his fingers twitched, small amounts of smoke appearing and disappearing.

It was not until it was announced that the tributes would be transported in five minutes that Jeonghan snapped out of his little moment and walked towards his members.

"Gather around everyone. I have a few words to say to all of you."

Everyone did as the leader said, gathering around and linking arms with each other. "I want you all to remember that the first thing we have to do is find each other okay? We need to stay alive and find each other. That's our best straight to keep everyone alive", The leader reminded. "And please keep in mind that no matter what happens out there, I am proud of you. You've all come such a long way to be as amazing as you all are right now. I'm sure everyone will do great. And... You all mean a lot to me. Let's all survive yeah?" His members nodded and hugged each other tightly, "We can do this! We've trained hard for this!" Jihoon exclaimed, trying to hype up the others, the healer smiled "We'll win. We have the best team ever."

"Yes we do. They should be nervous." Seungkwan joked. The team was in good spirits, ready for the game when a staff member approached the team, informing them that they would be transported to the arena now.

One by one the tributes were taken to random safe places in the arena where they would wait.

10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1.

The buzzer goes off.

The match has officially begun.

Each of Jeonghan's members spread out, doing their best to locate each other without having to run into the other tributes. All his members were doing well, some of them pausing the search to create weapons for themselves, some trying to look for food.

[The paragraph after this will be focusing mostly on Jeonghan.]

Jeonghan sprinted into one direction, fast enough to explore the area quicker, while still trying to be quiet in order to not attract the attention of others.

Slash.

A sharp wooden spear came flying from nowhere, grazing the leader's arm. Jeonghan hissed in pain, there was no way that that was a normal knife. He gripped the wound and looked around before he was tackled to the ground, the spear pointed against his throat.

The leader looked up at his attacker, reading the name and position embroidered on the male's uniform.

'Xu Minghao/The8'

Jeonghan met the eyes of the attacker, a merciless glare in his eyes. "Would you rather die here right now from this spear? Or would you like to suffer and die from my poison that entered your body him?"

"How touching that you're letting me choose how to die in such a threatening way." Jeonghan chuckled. "You have no idea who I am don't you?"

"And why would I care about who you are?" Minghao replies, pressing the spear harder against the leader's throat, puncturing Jeonghan's skin. Jeonghan let out a gasp as he felt a sticky substance from where the spear was at, he didn't need to see it to know that it was his own blood. "Well, you should care about who I am because if you knew who I was, you would've known better and just leave me be." He smiles and uses his ability to stop Minghao from moving, paralyzing him temporarily and getting him off of his body.

"You're t-the cursed one-" The attacker mumbled.

"Indeed I am." Jeonghan says as he ripped the sleeve of his uniform, tying it around his neck to slow down his bleeding. "Lucky for you, I'm not in the mood to kill yet. I'll leave you alone. You'll be able to move in a couple hours. Goodluck." He says, chuckling as he walked away from the attacker.

The leader continued to explore his surroundings, only to be caught in an illusion just a few hours after his first encounter with another tribute.

Hours into the match, the exact moment the leader was caught in an illusion, Seokmin felt an intense feeling that his leader was in danger. And he set out to find him.

Only to cross the paths of two other tributes.

He was sent into a fit of panic, and he froze on the spot.

"See hyung? I told you there was another tribute around here." The Oracle snapped his head towards the owner of the voice, seeing a male with dark brown hair, on his uniform the word 'Oracle' and the name 'Dino' were embroidered, the other male having 'Leader/Healer' and 'Hoshi' on his uniform.

Seokmin calmed down a bit after knowing that he encountered two people who were the least likely to attack him.

He was wrong.

The two ganged up on him and it all happened too fast. Seokmin was on the ground clutching his eyes that was burning in pain.

"You're a h-healer- You're supposed to h-heal people. N-not hurt them-" Seokmin says once he's steadied his breathing. "Sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do." Hoshi shrugs as he nods at Dino, giving him a knowing look. Dino grabs a vial of water and opens it, splashing water on Seokmin's face. "The water will help with the pain." Hoshi mutters, a slight smirk appearing on his lips.

The Oracle removes his hands from his eyes, opening them slowly once the pain has subsided. But... He couldn't see anything.

He was blind.

"How dare you take away my sight..." The oracle weakly spat.

The two teammates erupt in laughter. "We wanted to have our fun with you." Dino says, trying to calm himself down as Hoshi crouched in front of Seokmin, holding onto his jaw.

"Fun time is over."

Snap.

Meanwhile, Jeonghan was still trapped in the middle of the illusion, a scene that Jeonghan had always dreamed of was happening to him right now. He was seated on a swing, next to the love of his life. And slowly they both leaned in. His wildest dream was about to happen, he wanted to stay in the moment forever.

A loud canon sound booms through the entire arena, followed by a robotic voice.

"Two Oracles have been eliminated."

That statement snapped Jeonghan out from the illusion. He realized he was in the match and what has happened was all fake. Rage and worry filled his system and he unleashed his smoke, hearing the screams of the trickster responsible of the illusion. And he kept going. Until the illusion was gone and the screams were no more.

The leader walked up to the dead body hidden by some fallen trees, reading the name of his first victim.

Wen Junhui.

Another canon.

"A trickster has been eliminated."

He suddenly remembered the robotic voice alerting them of the elimination of two oracles and he started running frantically looking for Seokmin.

He stumbled and fell, landing next to a body. Eyes pitch black, neck snapped. He propped himself up, looking closely at the body, and then realization struck him.

"SEOKMIN NO!"

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darlinvandijk · 5 years ago

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M&G

Concept: request where we’re at a m&g and really nervous and when we finally have our turn he’s sweet and basically the perfect dream boy. Like usual dm and whatnot for a request and I’ll be happy to comply! (Sorry if this is long, I just really liked this idea lmao) Hope you enjoy :)

I rush around my room looking for my shoes, considering I’m already 10 mins late to meeting my friend Andrea at the venue. I finally find them and slip them on before sprinting down the stairs and running out of the house, in hopes that maybe I can rush through traffic a bit.

I get in the car and text my friend to let her know I’m finally taking off, before buckling in and putting on my concert playlist. I sing along and drive through traffic, getting more and more anxious about the fact that I’m meeting Ruel today. Some people might think I’m being dramatic, but honestly can you blame me? How am I supposed to talk to him without being completely awestruck, because boys like him just don’t exist in the real world. It has nothing to do with him being famous, it’s everything about him. He’s gorgeous, sweet, funny, talented, and basically everything a person could wish to be. So yeah I’m going to be intimidated when it comes to talking to someone that I truly admire as a person. Also it doesn’t help that he’s so fucking attractive, I can already tell I’m going to embarrass myself.

I pull up to the venue and park my car, before getting out and looking around for Andrea. I get my phone out to call her and see where she is in line, before I spot her frantically throwing her arms around to gain my attention. I let out a laugh and jog over to where she is, giving her a small hug before looking her over.

“You look so good holy shit” I laugh as I compliment Andrea, watching strike a couple poses to truly show off the outfit.

“Says you, honestly you know that I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met, like I’ve told you multiple times that if you ever want to date a girl I’m open to it” Andrea says with a wink before nudging my arm playfully. I laugh and wink back at her, feeling happy to have such a good friend like her. We’ve been friends since we were kids, truly going through everything together, so we’re way past just being comfortable with each other, it’s just how our friendship works.

“I’m so nervous Andy, like what if I pass out or like what if I smell bad when I hug him.. oh god what if he just decides he hates me and doesn’t want to talk to me” I mumble anxiously as we start to head into the venue, finding our seats. She rolls her eyes before giving me the look that basically says I’m about to get lectured.

“I didn’t stay up watching a countdown to get us these front row seats with the vip m&g all for you to look like you’re about to have a stroke. Suck it up bitch because you smell great and he’s not going to hate you. The only person he hates is the person who stole the acne jumper” she states watching my reaction to see if I’ll take her advice and calm down. I nod my head and slouch against the front of the stage, knowing we still have time until the concert starts.

“Honestly who really knows like maybe he’ll even like you enough to ask for your number” she whispers wiggling her eyebrows, I roll my eyes. I mean the last guy that’s ever going to notice me is Ruel.

“Please Andy, like I doubt Ruel is gonna notice me and actually want anything to do with me. He’s famous and has millions of girls fawning after him, I’m just a fan. He’s gonna see me, give me a hug, talk to me, and then I’ll be thrown to the back of his mind as he meets all his other fans around the world. I’m just a fan.” I mumble with a sad smile, coming to terms with the fact that he meets thousands of fans and will never remember me the way I want him to. Andrea glares at me ands puts her hands on my shoulders and gives me a light shake.

“Girl if you don’t quit with this sad fucking attitude, like don’t make me smack some sense into you. You never know, we just gotta wait and see.” She says with a determined face, causing me to laugh at her stern attitude about this. I nod my head and give her a hug, thankful to have someone like her as my best friend.

A couple minutes later the lights go out, causing us to scream along with everyone else, because it was finally time for the concert. The drums kick in first, before the bass hits causing the ground to shake. I was filled with so much anticipation that I didn’t even notice I was holding my breath. Finally a blue light shines onto the stage as Ruel finally comes out, causing me to freeze in awe. I was staring at the man of my dreams as he runs out on stage and flashes a grin at the crowd. Andy grabs my hand and holds it in a death grip, completely starstruck that we were finally seeing our favorite person in concert. He sings his songs, dancing across all parts of the stage to make sure everyone has a moment during every song where he’s with them.

As the concert goes on, us singing our hearts out to every song, my favorite song finally starts to play. He goes around trying to touch as many of the hands grabbing at him. He slowly moves around the stage as he sings real thing, before finally walking directly in front of us. I stare up at him in complete adoration for the beautiful boy in front of me, who’s completely singing his heart out. Andy reaches her hand out and he gives it a firm squeeze causing her to let out a small sob, overwhelmed with everything going on. She pushes me forward, knowing I’d never throw my hand out to him, to shy to make a move like that.

As I get slightly thrown forward, my hand automatically shooting out for stability, it comes into contact with something. I freeze out of shock as I realize what I was holding onto was Ruels hand. I stare straight into He green eyes as he holds my hand, giving me a small grin as he sings. Fans are screaming around us as they realize he’s not just giving the small squeeze before moving on, since he’s still crouching down with my hand in his.

He belts out my favorite part of the song, towards the end of it where he just sings out in his raspy tone, causing my heart to practically stop. He gives my hand one last squeeze before standing up and slowly letting go, walking backwards slowly with a little smirk on his face, finishing off the song. Andy is literally shaking me and throwing me around, while I stand there in complete shock at what happened. He finishes the concert, continuously making eye contact with me throughout the last few songs, causing me to freeze up every time and send a small smile towards him.

“I love you all, thank you for coming out tonight. I can’t wait to meet some of you after this, hopefully I see all of you at the meet and greet” he says with so much love to the crowd, looking over to where Andy and I stand when he says all, causing me to blush instantly, even though there was no way he was talking about me.

Andy and I make it to the m&g line once we leave the concert hall, shaking with nerves from the surreal experience. We’ve barely even spoken since the concert ended, trying to soak it all in. Finally as we wait at the end of the line, not caring if we were last, she turns to me and grips my hands with pure mischief lighting up her eyes.

“Bitch you guys had a moment. Everyone saw it and he did it on purpose. Our Australian bitch had a connection with you” she all but shrieks into my ear. I roll my eyes and give her a light shove, knowing she was being her typical overdramatic self. We talk about the concert as the line slowly dwindles until it’s our turn. She gives me a slight shove to go in front of her as we make it to where Ruel is sitting on the black sofa, waiting for the last fans to come in, aka Andy and I.

He looks up with a slightly defeated look before a grin slowly appears on his face as he sees us. Andy lets out a cough, causing me to look at her seeing her smirking. I blush at my stupid friend, knowing the mischievous games she’s trying to play. Ruel stands up and gives Andy a nice big hug, before slowly turning to me and holding a hand out so that he could pull me closer from where I was standing at a distance away from them.

I shyly place my hand into his, hearing his chuckle at my obvious nerves for the situation. He pulls me into his arms, tightly wrapping them around my body, swaying us from side to side. Neither of us notice Andy pull out her phone to record the moment. He pulls away and looks down at me, giving me a soft smile as my face heats up, a matching blush on his face. He pulls the both of us to the couch, an arm around the both of us as we smile for pictures. Once we take our pictures he stands up and turns to us with a grin.

“So did you guys enjoy the concert? I was a little nervous about real thing, do you think it went well?” He questions genuinly before slowly giving a boyish smirk as he brings up real thing. I instantly blush knowing he recognized me from the moment we had.

“Fuck yeah, concert was great, and real thing was amazing. Honestly probably the best song you did, right?” She questions giving me a nudge as Ruel lets out a laugh and shakes his head with a smile.

“Yeah it was really good, you’re honestly so talented” I mumble out looking down, trying really hard to calm my nerves and shaking hands. Ruel bends down in front of us, reaching out and taking my hands into his.

“Hey don’t be getting all shy on me, I wanna see that pretty smile of yours” He says softly, as I look up to make eye contact, watching him look me over with a look I can’t figure out in his eyes. Andy lets out a light cough, watching us with a grin on her face, causing Ruel to let go of my hands and stand up.

We talk with him for another ten minutes, mainly Andy carrying the conversation with him, since I’m too shy

“Would you guys like to hangout on the bus? There’s no other fans left and I’d like to get to know you both” he asks with a cute smile, causing my heart to speed up. Before I can even reply Andy already starts walking forward towards the back exits, yelling about how she wants to play fifa. I let out a laugh following behind her with Ruel next to me, both of us walking at a leisurely pace.

“I uhm want to know if I can have your number? You’re really pretty and I just have a good feeling about you. It’d be a shame if I didn’t shoot my shot at least, yeah?” He asks giving me a little wink, causing me to ease up around him and nod my head.

“I always knew we were meant to be friends, thank god you have a thing for my best friend, now you can’t get rid of me either bitch” Andy all but cackles out, causing Ruel to laugh and roll his eyes knowing she’s definitely a wild friend.

We make it onto the bus and sit around with one of his friends and Coco, all getting to know each other and just really having a good time. As we talk I notice something touch my hand, I glance down in time to see him intertwine our fingers, giving my hand a soft squeeze. I look up and send him a smile, knowing my face was turning pink the more he looked at me.

“You’re honeslty so breathtaking” Ruel leaned over and whispered into my ear, instantly causing me to blush and freeze up, not expecting such a bold compliment. He notices my posture and lets out a quiet laugh, giving my hand a small squeeze as his thumb rubs the back of it.

“You’re quite bold now aren’t you” I whisper back, with a teasing grin on my face. Watching the smile that lights up his face, happy that I’m becoming more comfortable and less shy. He lets out a laugh and wraps his arm around my shoulder, our interlocked hands hanging and still entwined.

That’s how the rest of the night went, not so secretive hand holding, soft glances, whispered compliments, and the night sealed with a hug and new contacts on our phones, with the promise to see each other the next day. Who would have thought, besides Andy of course, that a m&g would change my life for the better like this.

Who would have thought that a few months later, the boy of my dreams would become my boyfriend, and love of my life.

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a-forgotten-spirit · 5 years ago

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Azriel X Reader

A/N: So this has some backstory in it, why he left how he found out you were his mate overall its just tears galore. To be honest, I hate this chapter, I don’t know why but I feel like this whole series is complete shit. Like and Comment honestly makes my day.

I am still taking requests for this series and other one-shots. Shoot me and ask or send me a DM

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CHAPTER 10 Azriel P.O.V

That one word changed my life, that smile, teeth shown and eyes closed. She was giving herself up, for us. We had made that deal so long ago, long before she was my mate and not just my friend. I didn’t care for the tears streaming down my face or the way I ran to the edge of the hill to watch her. Her body had engulfed in black, tendrils reaching far past where she was physically able, black ink dripping to the floor. Her body walked into the battlefield as though it was nothing, her arms swiping across and throwing soldiers away like they were sand on a windy day. She just went through them, body moulding to the power, letting every single piece of her being out. I had not seen this kind of power, was this always apart of her. I remember the day I thought she had died, the day I found out she was my mate. - “The younglings” she whispered and began to sprint through the snow, I had never seen someone so focused. I too remember the children, they were playing on the ice, she had called them cute before we began to walk and talk. I watched as she ran, my wings cold and I didn’t even think to fly. Making it to the children they were pushed to the ice, blood spread out beneath one and I watched as those black lines crawled over her skin, one of the men was dead instantly. We fought together, trying to hold them back. The others must be occupied, we could do this. Truthteller and her powers. I was fighting three and they quickly fell not being well trained, I don’t think this was well planned it surely did not seem like it.

A rush of emotions and pain I have never felt before, I turned and saw Y/N stumble as the man in front of her fall, she had taken down more than I but what caught my gaze was the blood pooling at her hand, her hand moved from her chest and she fell into the ice. I moved without thinking, what was this feeling. I was too occupied, her head lolled to the side and I held her chest. “Children” I heard and looked up seeing Kallias companied by my brothers.

“High Lord she jumped in front of us” one had yelled but I looked back to Y/N her eyes closed and breathing low, the blood wouldn’t stop. Why wouldn’t the blood stop?

It clicked and I held her tighter as they came to view her, words passed and I moved on my own. My wings spreading wide and I flew into the sky as though they were not covered in frost and my bones ached from the training I had done earlier in the day. I flew like there was no tomorrow, there may not be for her. When landing I ran into the castle.

“I need a medic or someone” instantly I was looked at and their eyes widened running over. I did not know her name nor what she was able to do but I have rushed to a bed and laid down my newly found mate.

She was my mate.

I had known her little over a year and I couldn’t even tell she was my mate. Now she lay dying in front of me.

I had loved her for that year.

I was covered in blood and I heard when Rhysand and Cassian arrived with the children and Kallis. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, my mind was clouded with her.

“Azriel what happened” Rhysand had asked and all I could do was look at my hands, blood covering them. Not my blood nor the blood of the people I fought but my mate. This was my mates' blood. I shook and looked to my brothers my eyes dripping in fear and they paused.

“She’s my mate” I had whispered and my hands shook. Her blood was dripping onto the floor from the bed as people desperately tried to help her. Please, I don’t care who you are but if you’re listening, help her.

I could feel her blood soaking through my clothing as I looked to my hand and Cassian looked like he was about to cry, they were best friends. His hand had covered his mouth as I shook my body fell to the floor. Rhysand caught me and I shook. Was this was the shock felt like? I ran down the bridge of our minds and ran into the cloudy abyss no one had been able to navigate. Not even the High Lord himself. I screamed and begged for her to show herself. That I was here and I loved her.

I saw her, she was floating in her mind as then her eyes opened “Azriel” she whispered and I was thrown back into my head as I rushed to get up and ran to her holding her head much to the doctors' anger.

“Come on I heard you, you’re awake in there. Come on” I begged and everyone was watching me, the doctors had stepped back. Was she dead, no she couldn’t be? I just saw her, was I thrown back because she was dead. No, I felt it, she was alive.

“Azriel I'm sorry she’s-” the doctor paused as I glared at her, shadows wrapping around my body and I held her face. Looking for anything. She was alive, I could feel it. Cassian and Rhysand stood watching me as my eyes shook in need. I needed her.

I watched as my shadows encircled her and then by the Cauldron her eyes opened and she took in a breath of air. I pulled her to my body and held her as though she was the most important thing to ever exist and to me, she was. We had sat in each other's arms for a long while. She spoke of letting herself get stabbed to save the children but she could hear Azriel's pleas and reach for that little light above her instead of falling into the abyss.

“I love you” I whispered. - She was tearing through them like it was nothing, throwing them aside, her hands came to point to the sky and in seconds clouds came rolling in, I did not know she could do this. Shadows rained down on the soldiers and their drumming and horns stopped, replaced by screams and horses running along the ground. When engaged in the fight herself she was smiling, wide. A cheek splitting grins spreading across her face as she tore men limb from limb. I could do nothing but stare at her. She was powerful, she was beautiful, she was my mate, she was my lover, she was my friend, she was Y/N. Her skin was covered in black veins as she brought in all that power, we could not have won this war without her. We all knew that. Her smile was plastered to the front of my mind “Goodbye” she had whispered. That was only a few minutes ago and now more than a quarter of their army lay dead or was being dragged into the shadowy abyss by black ink like hands. I remember the day I left her. - “I'm leaving” I whispered and hee smile slowly fell, I was looking at her. Wrapped in my jumper and nothing else, a night of love and intimacy ran through my mind. The way her body arched and begged me for more, each curve and dip of her figure was mesmerizing.

“Oh,” she paused her tongue gliding across her lips, “I thought we could spend the day together” she whispered and looked down then shook her head and smiled “when will you be back?” she asked and I clenched my hands.

“I won’t be” I whispered and her eyes fell, shoulders going limp. How could I leave her like this? Her eyes shone in the morning sun, my jumper reaching just below her sex and when she turned I could just make out the curve of her rear. How could I leave her, my mate? I was protecting her I tried to reason. I had to protect her, they wanted her.

“Az this isn’t funny” her lips shook just as much as her eyes did. I couldn’t bear it “What do you mean you won’t be,” she asked and stepped forward going to reach for me but my own body stepped away. I couldn’t bare touching her again, I’d crumble. I was doing this for her.

“It’s not a joke, I’m not coming back” I had walked out but she followed, trying to talk to me. Her voice wavered and when outside I looked to her face, tears falling down her face. How could I do this to her? I had too, I reminded myself.

“Azriel, please. What did I do wrong” she begged and walked out into the sun then went back into the shade instantly. She used a lot of energy last night...with me. I had planned to do that, so she couldn’t follow.

I turned away and flew into the air as I heard her sob, her crying was felt down the bond, my own heart broke as she tried to enter my mind but I kept my walls up. Tears of my own fell down my face.

It had been a week and she had come to the House of Wind. She was begging for me, I could hear her crying. Just begging for someone to tell her where I was. My heart was breaking, she had stood at my walls for days and this was her final attempt.

“Please Cassian, I need my mate” she cried and I could hear her sob. “Cassian please” she cried and I wanted to run. To run into her arms and beg her to forgive me. I needed her as much as she needed me.

“I'm sorry Y/N, I don’t know where he is” he lied. I had begged him to lie when I got the message she was in town. I had told him everything. He was mad at me though no one could be angrier and me than myself.

“You do, why is no one talking to me. What did I do wrong” she cried and after about half an hour of crying and Cassian trying to calm her down. She left. Once gone I came out from where I was hiding and Cassian looked to me with anger and sadness.

“Cassian” I whispered and he shook his head. I had never seen him with this expression, I wanted the world to swallow me up. “I hope you understand what you’re doing” he spoke softly and looked to where she had left “She is breaking Az” I wanted to run to her. To fall to my knees and beg for forgiveness.

“They want to take her. She needs to learn her powers. Cassian they threatened to” I paused I couldn’t even utter the word. She was powerful everyone knew and they wanted her to bare powerful children whether she consented or not. “If I am not with her, if she stays in her court, her people can protect her. They will teach her how to use her powers and she can be safe” I whispered and he nodded.

People wanted her, too many people for my liking. She did not know how to use her powers yet and coming to the Illyrians camps and inside the mountain as well as the Spring court and all the hunters popping up. I could not be with her all the time, people wanted to hurt me and what better way than to take my mate.

Walking outside I tried to look for her but to no avail, she must have left. The day soon turned to night and I watched the moon and stars, she had always loved laying together and watching the night sky. “I love you” - All I could do was watch as she tore apart any plans they had. I looked to the sides and saw everyone just watching her destruction. My family watched my mate destroy herself so we could win. There was no way with the amount of injured we had that we could have won, my eyes turned back and the valley was just covered in the inky substance. They tried to retreat but she only cornered them off. A giant tentacle-like object came down on all their big throwing weapons. An inky Kraken taking their food into the depths. We could hear the screams from here but my eyes only stayed on her body. I could tell she was shaking, the way her body wobbled as she walked, arms and head twitching. I looked away, I couldn’t watch my mate giver herself for us. A few more minutes and everyone was dead. She reeled in all her shadows and then I watched as she collapsed.

My wings spread as I raced down to her fallen form. She had to be ok, I landed and ran to her side. Dropping and grabbing her shoulders to look at her. Her body still covered in shadows, pushing them away.

“Y/N” I whispered smiling only to turn her over, she was going to be ok. What I was met with was not my mate, her eyes were white and blank, mouth slightly agape, she was breathing but when going into her mind there was nothing. It was blank.

“She did not give her humanity” her people stood before me, what did he mean. I heard Cassian ask the question before my mouth moved “She gave up herself to the abyss. This is simply a shell, her mind and soul is gone” they all looked down and I shook my head.

“No, no she's ok” I nodded licking my lips. I looked down to her relaxed face, could you call it relaxed, she was blank. There was nothing there.

“I’m sorry High Lord Azriel” he whispered and they all fell into the Earth. My mate was gone, no this couldn’t be happening. She had to be ok, right? She was ok. She was in this abyss. I was able to get her back.

“Az” she still felt alive, she was still out there, her mind was bare but her mind was elsewhere, as he said this is just a shell. A cacoon, I had to find her soul, her mind. I had to find my mate.

“I can get her back” I whispered and held her body closer to my own. I rose and looked to everyone, Feyre was crying as was Amren. Cassian had to look away and I looked down her body was held like a bride but her head was laid back arm falling past my own, she looked dead. Eyes white and mind blank. This was just a shell I had to remind myself. “I will go into the abyss and get her back”

“Az we both know you can’t,” Rhysand said and I shook my hand looking down at my mate. This wasn’t the end, I was able to get her back. Right? I just had to find her. “The abyss is endless” he paused “She’s gone” he whispered.

“No she’s not” my wings spread and I moved her head to rest on my chest as I jumped into the air, going back to my home, my wings tired and I needed a rest. More emotional than physical rest. Going to my room I placed her down and held her hand. “Please just give me a sign” I whispered. Tears fell down my face as I cried loudly, sobbing into the side of the bed. I wanted my mate.

“Azriel” whispered in my head and I looked to the blank look on her face “Azriel” I heard it again. My walls were up, was my mind playing tricks on me, it wouldn’t be the first time. “Azriel” it whispered again. “Azriel” and again I ran around my brain trying desperately to try and find the voice. It sounded like her. Then there she was standing in front of me and smile on her face “Azriel” before I could move or even speak she smiled again “Find me” and then she was gone.

She was alive, she was somewhere I could reach, she was there. She was there. I could get my mate back. I moved to her body and pressed my lips to her wishing they pressed back “I love you”

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littlemeowyoons · 5 years ago

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Bonded

A/N- It’s my first time posting my writing on Tumblr but I guess better late than never huh, so here you go. More is in work so please anticipate a lot.

~Fay

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff(lots of them), a drop of angst, Single Dad! AU, College! AU, Introvert! Yoongi, Tutor! Y/n

Word Count:1.7k

Synopsis: Yoongi found a basket left in front of his dorm room one day, and turns out it was his daughter, left alone crying. Puzzled and scared was an understatement. When his 4 semesters roommate Jimin left for his hometown, he was left with the last straw of help, turning to his physics tutor a.k.a friend-that-I-only-know-name-but-have-no-interest-in-knowing-more ; you.

Series: Masterlist ll Part 2 lI Part 3

Part 1: Distress

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“Why own a fucking iPhone when you can’t even answer a fucking call?! Dammit!”, he breathed hard after his nth tempt to connect the line failed again, his own Samsung device was clutched tightly in hand, knuckles turning white from the pressure. Yoongi had reached that point where smashing the black covered device in hand to the wall was considered a bliss, but he was saint enough to convince himself otherwise. Not when his phone was his gateway out of this mess; the only way maybe. So he tried again; redialing the numbers, manually even.

“I swear I’ll shred your trench coat to pieces, fucking im-“

The end of the line connected midway his constant ranting.

“Oh thank God above you finally answered! What took you so long?”

“Ever heard of Bio lecture Yoongi?”, the soft voice at the receiving end answers calmly, though Yoongi knew the person was beyond annoyed.

Who wouldn’t? Multiple spam in all form of communication, texts, kakaotalk, Instagram dm; at this point, Yoongi wanted to settle down to those damn pigeons. Even Yoongi would be out of his head if it happen to him, not that it will happen in the near future or anything.

“Don’t outsmart me woman, I’m not in the mood.”

“What is it Yoongi? You know I have class at this time of the day”

“I need your help”, his breath came out breathless than ever.

“Fuck if you’re asking about the same kinetic and potential energy chapter, I’m gonna rip all my nonexistent and existent hair out of my-“

“Please…”

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ:⠀ ⋆.:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ ☾

You swear it took you everything not to scream out of frustration watching your phone blow off during lecture period. Plus, the same ID that keeps popping up on the lock screen adds the bitter taste. Once your professor said the word ‘thank-‘, you were already making your way out of the hall, books not even properly shoved in bag and you were sure you left your favourite baby blue Sharpie highlighter behind.

Once in the hallway, you yanked your phone out of your sling bag and slide the screen harshly, already embracing yourself for the upcoming questions and constant groaning. What you did not expect is the person on the other side panting heavily, desperate. Yoongi sounds…distress.You were still processing his jumbled words but once the word ‘please’ escaped his mouth, you froze.

That word is so rare to even pass-through Yoongi’s head, what less say it. The last time you remembered the word ever exist in his sentence, was the day he consulted you at the cafeteria. Head down, full frown and shoulder slumped was some few giveaway you could collect which equals to one thing; failed test.

You were used to people asking you questions, since you were one of the few alphas in curriculum areas. But having Yoongi, the junior of Art and Music Department, Majoring in Music Production asking you to be a full-time physics tutor is…well, unexpected. You pity him, that poor boy seems like he couldn’t breathe for goodness sake, not until you lean back to your metal seats and smile softly, not forgetting to nod along while you utter the word that Yoongi seems dread to hear, ‘Sure, when?’

You swear his eyes shine like a good measure 60 watts light bulb. But that was long time ago, you lost track how long it was though you were sure it won’t be more than a year now, hearing that Yoongi is in serious problem was the main pushover to your muscle cells.

The thing is Yoongi never beg, ever. He never sounds that desperate even when he got 5 per cent on his last two physics quiz, he never sounds this discomfort.

“I’ll be there in five”.

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ:⠀ ⋆.:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ ☾

You almost lost a footing while climbing the stairs up the boys’ dormitory, but you didn’t stall behind. Once room 103 is in front of you, you proceed to reach out to knock, when you heard an infant’s cry. You froze, chest rising in rapid beat from all the runnings.

“Yoongi?”

The crying was still there, you glance to check the neighbouring room number on the door, confirming that the room in front of you indeed belongs to Yoongi. So you crossed your heart and decided to knock, after all, you go with the concept YOLO. The door opened to reveal a hopelessly in despair Yoongi and a small woven basket on his dinner table, the moving mauve blanket shows that he wasn’t alone in the room, physically anyway.

Though the facts were right in front of your eyes, your mouth was sealed from emitting any word, what less sounds. You just stand there, at his doorstep, mouth agape. The cried were getting louder and the small tiny hands rising from the woven basket was doing nothing other than deepening the frown on Yoongi’s forehead.

“Come on Y/n, say something…”

Once his words registered in yourself, you took a last glance to Yoongi, before backing away into the hallway and sprint off.

“I need to go.”

“Y/n wait!”

No no no, this is bad. He thought Y/n would be different, thought she’ll understand but turns out, she ran away.

“Just…just like Hyoju.”, Yoongi whispers.

The cries from behind him gets louder and he snapped to look at the one sole thing that currently gives him a headache.

“Can you fucking shut it?!”

Yoongi growled but then retracted away from the dining table, against the wall and sliding down on his back until he reaches the floor. A sudden seed of fear bloom in his chest,

“What am I doing, am I already out of my mind? He’s just a baby, what does he even know?”, Yoongi sigh while standing and dragged himself to the basket, brushing along his slender fingers through the baby’s thin hair; his baby. The living being right in front of him is his own making, an act done without even considering about the effect. In this case, Yoongi can admit that he’s one of the few to be blame, maybe THE ONE to be blamed, fuck he was so drunk that night he can barely remember her, the mother of his child, Han Hyoju

The baby’s crying subsided a little as soon as Yoongi’s fingers make contact with the head, as if the touch of a 10-minutes-ago-newly known-father is proof that it’s safe for the little one.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what to do”, he whispered because it was a fact.

Yoongi was never a fan of kids, he was never a person-type, a typical signs of an introvert. His only source of never-ending help support is none other than his roommate, Dance Major Park Jimin. He helps Yoongi realize that age is just numbers, Yoongi; as a hyung, two years older, seeks more advice than he wants to admit. This whole two years living with Jimin, the topic of conversation never goes off if it didn’t start with Jimin encouraging Yoongi to get some sunlight on him to which Jimin always said, as Yoongi quoted “We don’t need a walking paperwhite corpse walking around campus, hyung. Go out and get some air would you?”.

It’s just that Jimin’s happy go lucky trait as well as his naturally warm smile is enough to blooms a friendship unlike Yoongi, who people would just point fingers at and said ‘cold, harsh and rock dead’ just by a mere look. Jimin don’t, however. That’s how Yoongi opened up a little to him. But now, that said roommate can’t help him, being on the other side of Korea, back in Busan his hometown for four days(though Yoongi doubt he won’t prolong it) limits Yoongi to ask for any favour to his friend. The kid in front of him will die of thirst first if he waits for Jimin. That’s what left him to his other only friend; Y/L/N Y/N.

But Yoongi could understand what you did, how you act. It’s because both Yoongi and you didn’t share more than three sentences, or on some lucky days short bickering outside of your tutoring hour. He only knows the basic things for someone to be an acquaintance; name, major and room number(because it slipped your mouth once when texting your roommate), but other than that, zero-knowledge. Jimin insisted that he asked more, to what Yoongi always dismiss, he’s too shy or scared, or maybe both.

Though Yoongi knew so much, he still labels you as a friend, which means a name listed in his life whereabouts, significant enough for him, not a nobody. He wanted to smile thinking that you’re indeed a friend to him, but it falters upon remembering you retreated away.

“I’m doomed…”

A sudden burst of the door jolted Yoongi, retracting his hand that once was playing with the baby hairs on his child’s head. You walk in, head high and face determined. You dropped off your school bag by the sofa, the usual place when you hang around Yoongi’s room after tutor session. Yoongi was overwhelmed, all his senses went numb, why did you return?

“Yoongi, does the baby comes with a bag, a pouch, anything other than the basket?”, you already made your way into the kitchen, but Yoongi still got a perfect view of your side profile from where he’s standing.

“Umm-“, Yoongi snapped out of his short trance and reached out for the mustard yellow beg that was originally in the same basket as his child when he first opens his door this morning, “Is this it?”

You glance over to him and nod, motioning him to hand it over. Once the bag is in your hand, you unzip it and pull out a baby bottle. Yoongi just watched in awe as you mixed baby formula, Yoongi assumed the grey paper bag you brought with you contained the powder formulae. He knows he shouldn’t be gawking like that, but he’s completely amazed, the fact that you came back had him racked his brain for a reason why, and now you’re going through all of this just to feed his kid. He felt small. Once the formula milk was done, you walked towards the living room and straight to the dining table, where the baby is. The red face of the baby shows just how long it had been crying.

‘Poor thing.’, you thought. You put down the baby bottle on the table, hands reached out to swoop out the crying baby and puts the nuzzle near the mouth. After some effort, the baby takes in the nuzzle into his mouth and right away the rooms fell into a deep silence.

“Aww you poor thing, starving huh? It’s okay it’s okay. I got you.”, you cooed.

Yoongi stood there dumbly, watching you feeding his own child, still confused but for sure, extremely grateful. Now if only explaining is easy enough.

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Random Writing Tips #2

First random writing tip

So I’m currently enrolled in a creative writing class. It’s super fun, the teacher is chill, but I realized there are some things that I don’t agree with. Because I’ve been writing for quite a long time, I’ve pretty much established my own writing style and set of rules, and I’d like to share some things I’ve learned to those who might be overwhelmed with all the “rules” and “tips” they see other people post.

1. All adverbs are bad...WRONG!

This absolutely irks me to no end (lol I used an adverb already). ADVERBS ARE NOT BAD. YOU SHOULD NOT DELETE ALL OF THEM. What makes a lot of writers say adverbs are “bad” is because a lot of beginners don’t know how to use them well. Adverbs are part of the English language. It is impossible to just completely delete a whole part of the language. Adverbs are meant to enhance words. It is weak when you write something like “he yelled loudly.” Because ‘yell’ already shows the speaker is using a loud tone, there’s no need to add ‘loudly’ beside it. We already know. We get it just from ‘yell.’ Some more bad examples: “he ran quickly,” “she ate hungrily,” “I screamed angrily,” etc.

A good use of adverbs (and I use this example all the time) is the title: Killing Me Softly. Because ‘killing’ implies violence, adding the adverb ‘softly’ adds extra depth and makes the readers curious. How does one kill softly? Could it be figurative instead of literal?

If you are able to describe something better with a verb rather than adding an adverb, always use the verb. For example, “walk quickly” to “run/dash/rush/sprint/race.” “Talk loudly” to “yell/scream/holler/call/cry.” But then again, don’t overdo it. This falls into another piece of advice, don’t be pretentious: using words that are too complicated and rare does not make you sound smarter. It confuses the reader and makes them lose interest.

2. Said/say for the win

On a similar note as the pretentiousness tip, “said/say” should be used most often. Overusing synonyms of that such as “yell/whisper/murmur/call/whimper/groan/etc.” will become exhausting for the readers to read and feels amateurish. Using “said/say” more often and then using a synonym when you really need to will make that synonym carry stronger emotion/meaning.

3. Show don’t tell but sometimes you should just tell

A lot of times you see people say “show don’t tell.” What does that mean? It means you should use description to explain something rather than just telling the audience directly. For example, “this chair is old” is telling. You can show by saying: “the chair had multiple scratch marks embedded in its wood. The white paint that once covered it had peeled almost completely. When sat in, the wood would creak and threaten to collapse.” Seems a lot easier to picture, right?

But there are times where you should just tell something. Sometimes, description can be too much. One thing that I find in a lot of amateur writing is the want to explain every outfit the character wears. Nobody cares unless it’s really relevant to the story. I usually only describe an outfit if I’m introducing a new character. Stop doing that, please.

Telling will happen a lot more in 3rd POV limited. Because the narrator is observing what’s going on, they may not know what the characters are feeling, and therefore cannot describe what they’re feeling. So sometimes you’ll simply write: “He watched her sit down, head propped up in her palm.” This also happens when the character isn’t sure what’s going on in someone else’s head. For example: “I watched him stand, grabbing the gun from the table.” This builds tension from its simplicity and directness, and the character (as well as the audience) isn’t sure what the other person is trying to do. Telling will often be followed by showing, and then followed by telling again. They mix together to bring more flavor and tension. Showing will be labelled as (s) and telling will be labelled as (t):

I watched him stand, grabbing the gun from the table (t). My heart jumped to my throat and I couldn’t get the words out when he turned towards me, a determined glint in his dark eyes (s). “What are you doing?” I finally managed to choke out as I took a staggering step backwards and felt my back hit the wall (s). I was trapped (t).

Because I have showed what the character was feeling, putting a very simple “I was trapped” afterwards gives the audience a bigger punch. Again, practice and experience will help you learn when to tell and when to show. Reading a lot is also helpful in that regard. Take note of how more experienced authors show certain things, and when they choose to simply tell. Don’t be afraid to tell...sometimes. But you should still show more often.

4. Stop following all the rules

Everywhere you go, you’ll see lists and lists of so called ‘writing rules’ that you should follow, lists of do’s and don’ts. I guess this is also guilty of that. But listen here: writing is different for everyone. Everyone has different styles. There is no set rule for writing. As you gain experience and practice, you begin to develop your own style and rules. Don’t lock yourself into a box filled with other peoples’ rules. Do whatever the hell you want and as time goes by and you read more and write more, you’ll begin to understand which things you should and shouldn’t do as a writer.

Take every advice with a grain of salt. Same goes for critiques. Readers will see your work differently than how you see them, and similarly, writers will see your work differently too. Readers usually read for enjoyment, while writers are more critical and nit-picky. But writers will give you advice on how they would write the story, and readers will give you advice on what they want to read. Remember! This is your story. No one else can tell it the way you do, and what they want to see might be different from what you want to write. Again, take every advice/critique with a grain of salt, and do what you want to do.

But on the other hand, if someone gives you advice that you know is correct, but you don’t wanna do it just because you have to delete a section you really like, or change something major, or think it’s bothersome, etc. you should still do it. There’s a phrase called “kill your darlings,” which applies for character death but ALSO FOR EDITING! If you really like a section but you realize it’s kind of useless, you have to remove it. But don’t delete it completely! You can save it somewhere and maybe it will be useful for another story in the future.

I hope these tips are useful, and I’ll probably post more as I think of them. If you have any questions on writing, feel free to send me an ask or DM!

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