#yes all of my prisoners look the same without their colors i know. I KNOW

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[ 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 #𝟶𝟹 ]

I'M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS FILE AND EVERYONE'S BEHIND THE SIN VDS.. if anyone's wondering how everything's going (horribly), i have everyone's voice and album trailer lines, mv previews (as in. the song lyrics) and most mv concepts (akio, aimi, naomi, asahi, yurika and riku. staring at 030506 and reina and thinking what to do with them) and akio and aimi's t3 designs ready (+ both pre-t3 vds) now i have to work on. uh. EVERYTHING else. again, i don't have a schedule in mind bc my life doesn't allow me to have one, but i'm planning to get it done until april or may. maybe june. we'll see.

now that we're done with the files, i'll post everyone's vds that are supposed to reveal what happened a few days before their crimes! and after that. uh. yeah, waiting for t3.

as i've said before, this file is a little more tricky to understand and there's a hidden message too, so put your thinking caps on <3 it's a bit short though but it's okay.

(the door opens)

???: Uh.. I've brought some donuts.

Goddess: Really? Yay! Put them here.

Goddess: I'm taking the strawberry ones.

???: You can have all of them. I don't really care.

Goddess: Thank you~ That's why I love you so much!

Goddess: You should learn to be more.. assertive though, you know?

Goddess: Like, stand up for yourself! Be more greedy!

Goddess: Or else..

Goddess: You'll never be a good [REDACTED].

???: ...

Goddess: How else do you plan to deal with [REDACTED]? They're not gonna listen to someone like you.

???: Why do you think making me a [REDACTED] is a good idea anyway?

???: Do you just want to get rid of me?

Goddess: No, not at all. It's just.. I can see that this job doesn't bring you that much joy either.

???: .. I love this job because I get to see you every day.

???: And if I become [REDACTED].. I won't be able to see you anymore.

Goddess: Well.. Maybe you don't have to remember me.

???: .. You're so cruel.

Goddess: I know. That's something you have to be if you want to keep the position that I have.

???: Do you even like this job?

Goddess: I think so. I get to see a cute bunny every day.

Goddess: And we even have more of them hidden somewhere!

Goddess: How can I not like this job?

Goddess: And also..

Goddess: It's not like I have a choice. I was born to become a goddess of this place.

???: Don't you have any other interests? Or passions?

Goddess: I do, obviously. But..

Goddess: I don't think I'll ever be able to escape.

???: ...

???: Could it be..

???: That you have decided to make me [REDACTED] to give me the freedom that you can never have?

Goddess: .. Dummy.

Goddess: Of course that's why I've made that decision.

???: .. I promise I'll do my job well.

Goddess: I know you will.

Goddess: Kidnapping all these guys was a surprisingly easy task for you, I'm sure being [REDACTED] won't be hard.

Goddess: And also, you're definitely going to be better than.. well, them.

???: .. So, we're going to have a third trial soon, right?

???: We'll have to say goodbye to all of them too..

???: Do you think all of them are going to get out of here alive?

Goddess: We'll see. Jackalope is supposed to tell them about the verdict system soon.

Goddess: But who knows, maybe dying in an outside world would be better for them than dying here.

???: We still have to make sure [REDACTED] lives though.

Goddess: Haha.. Don't you think that's unfair to the other prisoners?

Goddess: And I don't remember the last time this prison has been fair.

Goddess: If [REDACTED] dies, that's on [REDACTED].

???: .. I wonder what the future prisoners will be like.

Goddess: Haha, yeah, I'm curious about that too.

Goddess: Again, we'll have to wait and see-

Goddess: Wait, did you just steal my donut?!

[crystallizedday]

SO

I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE NEW DELTARUNE CHAPTERS OR I WILL EXPLODE

I wanna primarily talk about my take on the knight’s identity, but I’ll sprinkle a few other thoughts of mine in if I can, cause HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Anyway

MASSIVE spoilers for Deltarune chapters 3 & 4.

DO NOT CLICK READ MORE IF YOU DO NOT WANNA GET SPOILED!!

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

So

To me, it’s down to Dess & Carol Holiday.

Like

Look at this design.

Those are DEFINITELY antlers.

Toby knows his audience.

He’s poked fun of it in the game before (ie the theorist rant about Mike)

To me, he wouldn’t just include a design detail like that & NOT expect us all to think about the Holiday’s

So either he intentionally made them look like horns

Or it’s a red herring

& I highly doubt it’s the latter.

I DO think there’s a potential red herring, but it’s not in the knight’s design.

SPEAKING OF TOBY KNOWING HIS AUDIENCE & LIKELY HAVING THESE SPRITES HAVE SPECIFIC DETAILS

THOSE HAND HOLES ARE NOT A COINCIDENCE, & I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL!!

However, I don’t think it’s as mind blowing as it may seem at first.

Most of the fandom already agrees that Gaster has SOMETHING to do with the plot of Deltarune.

The hand holes don’t feel like something that indicates that Gaster is the knight.

Instead, it feels like it merely connects the knight TO Gaster.

Either the knight serves the former scientist (since there is no knight without a leader they follow)

OR

They BOTH are of equal power, people who were once of the light now prisoners of the dark.

Whether they have the same goal is… not clear.

However, the very fact that we now have solid (even if unspoken & rather interpretive) confirmation that the knight and Gaster ARE related

Is a big deal

Even if we all kinda knew that already.

NOW

Back to the Holiday’s.

I actually played through chapter 3 & 4 myself without looking anything up beforehand.

Yes, I missed some things, but from what I DID see, I first came to the conclusion that Carol, Noelle’s mother, was the knight.

In chapter 4, Kris talks to someone on the phone.

Kris seems to be working with someone who wants the dark worlds to spread & grow, hence why they stop the player from reading the bunker code written inside Dess’ guitar (keep that last fact in mind).

We don’t know for certain who this voice belongs to.

Is it the knight?

Gaster?

The same person Spamton spoke with back before his fall from fame?

It all seemed ambiguous

Until this happened.

Kris tells the person on the phone that they failed to stop Susie from getting the guitar.

The person then says they’ll be “right there…”

Which leads to

You cannot tell me with a straight face that this is a coincidence.

Noelle KNOWS her mom’s work hours.

Why would Carol suddenly come home so early?

If Carol was not the one on the phone, then someone or something HAD to come over to Noelle’s.

The voice specifically says “I’ll be right there.”

Not “I’ll stop her”

Or “I’ll send someone.”

“I’ll be right there.”

Carol is the ONLY person who arrives at the house before Susie’s kicked out & Kris follows her.

Not to mention

Like

Toby didn’t highlight “you” in RED merely to create emphasis.

He rarely does that.

We see him highlight stuff in YELLOW in this chapter, sure

But the only other thing he’s highlighted in red (from my recollection) was when Noelle talked about listening in for the presumed “mouse” while she & Susie wait in Dess’ room

& the red text hinted for you to make noise.

Considering that hint was for YOU & not KRIS (since you’re separated from Kris during this scene)

Me thinks it legitimately means something

& wasn’t just Toby deciding to be a lil funny & switch up his text colors for kicks (even if that WOULD be hilarious…)

THE POINT IS

I highly doubt Carol’s talking to Kris in the above scene, or at least, not JUST Kris.

I think she’s talking to the player.

The “you.”

We know from chapter 2’s Snowgrave route (specifically when you are about to defeat Spamton) that “you” refers to the player, not Kris.

Carol’s line here feels intentional.

ANOTHER INTERESTING THING

This COULD be seen as like

A metaphorical thing

(ie to show how “cold” Carol is toward others)

But considering Noelle’s whole thing in chapter 2

& the background ambiance when she arrives

& how Susie comments on FEELING the ACTUAL temperature drop…

It just feels

Too odd to be purely metaphorical.

Do I think this confirms she is the knight?

No.

To me, it merely shows that Carol is a PART of whatever this whole thing is.

Carol COULD be the knight

But to me, it doesn’t feel as thematically fitting as Dess being the knight.

Cause like

Dess is MISSING.

We don’t know HOW she went missing.

No one hasn’t seen her in quite a long time.

It makes sense that Dess, either willingly or forcefully, became the knight.

& when I say “became”

I mean like

MORPHED into it.

She IS the knight.

It is no suit of armor she can take off.

It is no dark world form she can shed if she were to enter the light world (assuming she ever could).

She IS the knight, & the knight is HER.

She is forever warped by a past event we have yet to see.

Plus

Carol feels like she has a few intentional red herrings that would make fans point to HER as the knight

Mainly the kitchen katana that she apparently uses to cut fruitcake with.

THAT feels like a straightforward red herring

Cause it’s TOO obvious.

Besides

The knight doesn’t wield a katana.

If Carol were the knight, I feel like the knight’s sword would be a lot more elegant looking, more katana-like.

It wouldn’t surprise me to see Carol KNOW about her eldest daughter’s fate & actively be working with her.

…

Also WHY IS THERE A NOTE IN DESS’ GUITAR??

Who put that there?

WHEN did they put that there?

I doubt it was Carol. That feels like a weird place to put a code. She feels like the character to have the code on HER at all times.

The code was likely from Dess herself.

Why was it put there?

To remind Dess how to open it (likely causing her to explore the shelter & later go “missing)?

Or perhaps

Somehow

It was written after her disappearance

As a quiet call for help

For SOMEONE to open the bunker & end the nightmare.

Carol could still know about the code without being the one to write it.

If Kris can spot the note so easily after only looking through the guitar ONCE

We can wager that Dess’ MOTHER, who LIVES in that house, likely found out about it at some point, ESPECIALLY if she truly is a part of the madness somehow.

Assuming this is all true, I wonder if Carol never plucked the note out because doing that would require breaking the guitar in some way, & she does not have the heart to do it.

That idea’s more headcanon-y than anything

Cause I’d just love to have a scene like that play out

Where she mumbled to herself about just getting rid of the damn note

But can’t without hurting the strings

Showing that she DOES still care. She DOES have humanity.

It’s just buried in the freezing cold.

…

… so while this seems like a good ending spot

I wanna say one last thing.

Fellas.

F e l l a s.

The later chapters don’t HAVE to abide by a set formula.

I keep seeing people argue whether this or that was the secret boss

& I’m just like

Fellas

It doesn’t have to match chapter 1 & 2’s format.

Hell, chapter 2 diverted from chapter 1’s format by making IT’s secret boss someone you encounter in game no matter how you play, a stark contrast from Jevil, who you can play the entire game without ever seeing a LICK of dialogue about him.

I think, out of everything, we shouldn’t worry about “who the secret boss is.”

No.

We should be more concerned about the shadow crystals & where they end up.

Cause APPARENTLY

DEFEATING THE KNIGHT IN CHAPTER 3 LEADS TO SUSIE CHIPPING OFF A PIECE OF THEIR SWORD

& WHEN YOU GO TO PICK UP THE SHARD

YOU ADDITIONALLY GET A SHADOW CRYSTAL!!

At first, I assumed the shadow crystal came FROM the sword, but that may not be entirely right.

Even still, I think the crystals either come FROM the knight

Or the knight & the crystals come from the same place.

Now, how specific characters get a hold of it

Is… up in the air.

We see Gerson hand one to Susie in chapter 4.

He tells her that someone likely wanted him to use it, but he didn’t find it interesting, so he never really did anything with it.

Perhaps someone (the knight, Carol, Gaster, who knows) is giving certain Darkeners shadow crystals for some unknown reason.

Whatever the reason is, considering the bosses to get these shadow crystals all tie to EXTREMELY hard boss fights, it’s likely a source of power the corrupts the user, just as it did with Jevil & Spamton.

So

By that logic

I suppose the knight IS the secret boss

But more so that the secret to the boss is that it’s winnable

Which feels

Very hilarious & overall Toby-ish to me, not gonna lie. IWNWODMWOCKSOMXOSMXODCM

But uh

Seriously.

We gotta look at how these bosses connect on a far less shallow level. We can’t be too occupied with interpretive patterns in the chapters’ varying story beats

Cause those story beats aren’t always gonna be repeated.

After all, repeating story beats make the rest of the potential chapters predictable

& I doubt Toby’s gonna be doing that…

Anyway uh

That’s all for now.

…

Ya know

Aside from how we finally got concrete confirmation that monsters bleed (so the whole “when you kill sans, you cut through some ketchup he had hidden away to make it look like blood” debate no longer matters)

Ralsai directly addressing how there MUST be another ending to their story (& suggesting that Toby’s “one ending” claim may be tied to the prophecy specifically)

Dead monsters having the capacity to be “revived” in the dark world, even if we can never be sure if it’s really “them”

THE FUCKING SNOWGRAVE CONTINUATION SCENE IN CHAPTER 4

LIKE HOLY SHIT

But that last one’s for another time

… probably.

For now, imma just

Close off my ramblings here before I spend another 2 hours of my day talking about how these two chapters absolutely DESTROYED my brain.

[herstarburststories]

The Cage (Joe Goldberg x Reader)

Pairing: Joe Goldberg x reader

Summary: Joe puts you in the cage after you've seen him in an incriminating situation. He comes back to check on you, and ends up facing a pleasurable situation: you, masturbating in the cage.

Warnings: masturbation, kidnapping, sexual thoughts, smut, unhealthy behavior. It's YOU, ya know what to expect.

A/N: My 1st YOU story! It had to be messed up smut. No specific season here.Please reblog and comment. Hope you guys like it!

You used to have a bird when you were younger.

A parrot. His bright colors seemed to speak under the sunlight when he landed next to you. His wing looked funny, what was later discovered to be broken. That small detail was the perfect excuse to convince you dad to keep the bird.

You named Jorge and took him home.

Jorge was so little, so helpless.

You never put him in a cage, even when your dad brought one because housebirds are meant to be caged, or so he said. — which wasn't much of a surprised. He thought the same about your mom or any housewives. Their cage was just different.

But, you didn't let him get his way. You stomped your feet and threw the prison away. Birds were supposed to be free.

Plus, you related to Jorge in that sense. Everyone, the whole planet seemed to believe that women should be put in cages, in boxes, in any place that could contain them, patronize them. Because the patriarchal cry babies thought that they were too savage, too emotional. A danger to society.

Those people never seem to notice that every single disaster was orchestrated by men's hands.

Colonization, religious intolerance, wars, pseudo prophets, and so it goes.

Anyway, you didn't let the tiny bird get caged, and asked him to promise to take you and fly you away if someone ever tried to do that to you.

It may seem childish, irrational even, but you can't help looking around and hoping Jorge would appear and save you from the cage.

Joe's cage.

Alright, yes. You had many feminist criticism towards how men attempted to force women into fitting their irralistic, many times porn guided caged vision of feminiality. But this wasn't what you mean by that!

Joe Goldberg had a fucking cage! And you were in there: trapped like a hopeless animal.

What did he plan to do with you? Were you going to die? How long would he leave you there without food or water? How were you going to do your basic needs? How would you survive this?

''How did I end up here?" you asked your reflection on the glass. ''You know how, idiot.''

You groaned, hitting the wall in frustration. It wasn't your fault, you knew it. The old cliché, wrong person at the wrong place during the wrong time, all the wrongs in the world wrapped in a pretty lace. Although, the guilty for not knowing better held you tight, it was like you couldn't even breathe.

You needed some relief.

Joe's POV

He sighed, unlocking the door with his free hand whilst holding your meal with the other one. Joe closed his eyes as the door opened with a loud noise, preparing himself to hear your scream and shout. He didn't want to do that! Not to you at least. Joe just wanted to take care of you, to make you see him how he saw you: entirely.

But really, what else could he have done? You saw him with blood on his shirt and a huge bag.

When the man didn't hear your voice, he opened her eyes and arched his eyebrows.

Maybe you understood why I had to do this, Y/N. Always knew you were different, my love.

Joe locked the door again and kept the keys in his pocket, taking the stairs to meet you.

Or, I could be wrong and you could've managed to get out of the cage and be just there, waiting to attack me. You're smart, I wouldn't put it past you.

The closer he gets, the quiet it sounds. The only music is the own stairs crackling under his steps.

But, you know me, Y/N. I'm a true hopeless romantic. What can I say? I still believe. I believe in us. And you'll too, baby.

And then, just like the first flicker of dawn, he heard the most beautiful song coming out of your mouth, a melody that could put Beethoven to shame.

Wait. Are you? Y/N, are you moaning?

He walked faster towards you until he saw a blissful scene unrolling right in front of his eyes: you, laying in the mattress that he put in there, your eyes shut and legs spread open.

Is this a little show you are putting out for me? Well, you got all my attention now, Y/N.

He placed the food on the floor, captivated by the look on your face. There was pleasure in every corner of the cage, your whiny moans increasing as you rubbed your clit.

This what happens when I leave you alone, Y/N?

Your other hands is also occupied, teasing your nipple and squeezing your boob as a finger enters your wet pussy. So needy, pace increasing at each second.

Fuck. You look so hot. I want to get in there, take care of you, touch you, make love to you.

Already used to living in delusion, Joe easily loses his mind in the fantasy: picturing himself in there with you, memorizing your body, fucking you open, hearing your moans directed to him, coming inside you.

You just needed a way to ease your racing mind. There were too many questions, too many deep high fears. Everything was too much in this small place. Similar to animals in cages that go crazy in attempts to get out there and run back to nature. You didn't want to go this far, not to touch you in here as it's a sort of motel and not a hostage situation. Still, masturbation was very proficient to blow off some esteem and get you thinking straight.

Extreme situations call for extrame measures.

Nonethless, you didn't expect to open your eyes to see Joe, also masturbating in front of you.

There's no denying that you that you used to find Joe attractive. Tall, strong jaw, pretty smile, gentle, and dark hair. You thought that this perspective had gone away once he knocked you out with some drug in napkin and you woke up here.

Apparently, it didn't. Not even when he left you there during hours because now he came back.

And he's glancing at you, his hand moving up and down on his erected length.

How long was he there?

Doesn't matter.

A moan escapes at the sight. His hard cock with precum on the tip, while he thrusts in his tight hold and glares at you like he could eat your soul.

You don't doubt that.

There's more than just excitement, there's horror and danger and woe and fear and anxiety laced together in burning red. You want to scream at him in both anger and need, but right now you add another finger to your core, fucking yourself as he tries to get his own liberation. Yearning, yearning.

When Joe howls your name, you can't help but to cum as you glance into his eyes with no shame, too caught up to do anything but to get turned on.

He comes right after you.

His twisted mind whispers that's the most romantic act.

[calisources]

𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences were taken from different sources about romance, marriage and specially arranged marriage and what that entails. Mentions of affairs, mistresses, wedding ceremonies and medieval talks of what marriage entails follow. Change names, pronouns and locations however you see fit.

Marriage is a marriage, whether it is arranged or not. Both necessitate the same level of dedication.

It’s not an option to be best friends with your life partner; it’s a requirement for a firm foundation in a long-term relationship.

Arranged marriage is not always a bed of roses, but it is possible to achieve with love and faith.

It’s different for women, isn’t it? They have no choice where they go. They grow up in a prison and then get married into one.

Is there anything more courageous/stupid than saying yes to spend your life with someone you have no idea about?

The country was as much of a mystery to me as the man I had married.

One day you’ll be in love with me.

You could be a titled lady. 

I have avoided the fate my father had planned for me. Surely it is I who has won, not he.

I do not care about power and wealth, father. I want to marry for love.

But if you were matched, what do you think she'd be like?

We're supposed to be unable to keep our hands off of each other. 

In this case the time is not so important for me, the person asking for commitment is.

We are trapped by convention and must marry another.

Every good child knows: duty before your heart's desire.

I am to be a bride, but whose? 

I married you to stop the bloodshed, and you keep killing. When will it be enough- when?

I found out soon after we met that Leah’s father had promised her in marriage to some young Pole.

If I ever get into an arranged marriage, I want it to be like theirs.

Arranged marriages require effort; constantly and every day. And where there is love, you want to make these efforts.

A successful arranged marriage can help climb the biggest mountain and build the biggest empire.

An arranged marriage is like wine; it tastes good with time.

You will marry him and do your duty to your House.

You are my daughter and you will do as I say. End of discussion.

Love? What does love have to do with marriage?

He'll honour his duty to family and swallow it.

I was three when my parents promised me. When a deal was struck. 

 So I was raised to be his wife. I was taught my favorite color was gold because his favorite color was gold. I was told my favorite foods were his favorite foods

I never thought what it would actually be like to have him... be gone. 

I was raised for him, and now I am... new. I am brand-new. And I do not even know how to breathe air he does not exhale.

A bride at her second marriage does not wear a veil. She wants to see what she is getting.

Marriage is a financial contract; I have enough contracts already.

The dowry, not the wife, is the object of attraction.

Arranged marriages work like this. The girl is hardly asked and is expected to follow whatever her parents deem fit.

Marry, that marry is the very theme I came to talk of.

Maybe she'll be beautiful. Maybe she'll be rich. As long as she brings swords and men.

Perhaps love is a minor madness.

It doesn't matter who the seed is. The important thing is that it has a place in your womb.

Her maidenhood will seal an alliance and must be kept safe.

Every married woman knows a man can have mistresses and we must look the other way.

All I ask is, that you do not cast me aside. Have mistresses and lovers as you please, but confide in me as I am to be your wife.

A husband’s first and foremost job in a marriage is to protect and love his wife.

Touching without looking had been incredibly arousing.

In my opinion, most marriages are based either on money or the fear of being alone.

I want you in every way there is to want. I want you in any way you choose to share.

I'm free to do with my wife as I fucking please.

The marriage of convenience lasts until you become an inconvenience.

Ours is a marriage of convenience and nothing more.

From now on, you're sleeping in our room. There's no chance in hell I'm letting you sleep far away from me again.

You agreed to this marriage and didn’t even dare to ask my opinion on the matter.

You're going to bend, and so am I. We're going to compromise, negotiate, and distract each other.

Being together means our priorities are going to change.

Men marry because they are tired; women, because they are curious: both are disappointed.

I don't think I am likely to marry, Harry. I am much too in love.

It is certainly romantic to be in love, but there's nothing romantic about a definite proposal.

They are royals, whoever they marry is not their choice but who is better for the crown.

That is a match made in a boardroom.

Once you are wed to another, you will forget me. 

I will marry a man who desires me but I have no interest in. 

I will not be a secret kept in shadows. Once you are wed, I will leave.

How can I marry them, when I am in love with another? It is not fair to them, that I think of you when I’m with them.

Ever since I met you, no one else has been worth thinking about.

Behave yourself, out here, we are wed and what you do, reflects on me.

You are being sold like a mare and do not care.

Once I bore him a son, he shall be happy, I know it.

We hate one another but for peace, we must wed. At least, let us enjoy this part of the contract.

I am doing this for my family and for the terms you offer.

A marriage is simply an alliance.

All will be well, love can be found in a marriage. If not love, at least, good company. 

Do your duty and give him sons.  That’s all men want.

I will not be paraded around in a bedding ceremony. I will wed them and bed them, but I will not be humiliated. 

You think this title gives me power, but you forget, I am a woman.

I am lucky enough to have options. None who please me but at least, I can choose one.

Come to bed now, husband. It is our wedding night, after all.

[nimpnawakproduction]

The ultimate reference sheets for all of Vash's outfits in Trigun maximum (with commentaries)

IT IS DONE. I'M FREE. Now I can forget all about Trimax and draw Trigun stampede designs only hahaha (just kidding I have things for Trimax on the stove).

Trigun bookclub was an awesome initiative, I loved the manga with my all heart and wanted to honor Nightow's designs ;w; I also wanted to help my fellow artists with references for Vash's clothes because DEAR GOD it's difficult to understand how the hell he dresses himself in the morning. I have a lot of fun dressing and undressing him like a barbie doll. My hyperfixation is completely healthy.

I put a "read more" section to avoid spoilers :) !

The July coat

The very first coat in Trigun chronology and the one he wores during the destruction of July ! There is not a lot of panels to take references but I tried to stay as close as possible to the manga. I don't know what number of prosthesis he had before but let name this one Prosthesis 1.

Scars map

Next, nakey Vash ! There's A LOT of changes between one panel to another. Scars changes places and forms panel to panel and the design evolved from the first chapters of Trigun, the time we see him naked as Eriks and his undressed state while he was a prisoner on the Ark. I drew the scars that appeared more than once or were in clean view in a panel (but really you can do like Nightow and draw as many scars as you want without thinking about consistency, this boy has been in a meat grinder)

After July underclothes

Or the jumpsuit that gave me grey hair. His suit does not make ANY sense, I don't know how the hell he dresses himself in the morning with this. My solution is that it's very long gloves and chaps strapped to a belt. The position and shapes of the belts changes IN EVERY PANEL. Same for his knee guards, sometimes they're here, sometime they cover his shins, sometimes they are tiny..... I gave up in the end and draw them as we see them in the very last panel he wears this suit. But damn he looks good in it.

Also in all of the 13 volumes, there is not a single panel with a clear view of his holster (I checked...) so here is my interpretation.

This is prosthesis n°2, the design is a little different from the first one so I guess Prosthesis 1 got destroyed (this happens a lot).

After July coat

The very first Trigun coat he wears in the manga ! Very simple, very basic, it gives him impossibly wide shoulders but Vash deserves it. The first one is worn Post July until Vash's confrontation against Brilliant Dynamite Neon. The second one is the state of his coat after the sandsteamer incident. He loses his prothesis after his fight against Monev the gale. He meets Wolfwood with only one arm and stays that way while he fights Knives for the first time.

Eriks

I took liberties with colors because there's no colored panels with Vash as Eriks. Yes I drew him without suspenders because he has them for like 5 panels and then Nightow drew him without them for the rest of Eriks arc so I made choices ;w;

I love the fact that Vash choose to wear tight jeans even in his casual outfits, this boy will not let his skin breath. This is now Prosthesis 3 ! It's way less advanced than the ones he wore in the rest of the manga, the other ones seem to replicate skin.

After his years as Eriks

And now the first Maximum coat, he wears it until the famous Yuri hospital arc! Finally an undersuit that makes sense, I love it, too bad Nightow-san decided that I had to suffer and changed it again to add BELTS EVERYWHERE. We only see his legs in this part of the manga so I gave him the same top because I can.

The tubes he has on his waist are filled with bullets, he can connect them to his prosthesis to have a mini machine gun.

We are now at Prosthesis 4 !

Hospitalization on the Home ship

The famous Yuri hospital phase! Vash definitely shared his wardrobe with Wolfwood, you can't tell me otherwise.

The first outfit still shows Prothesis 4 but he keeps it for like 5 minutes and lost it again against Nine-lives. I don't really know if the prothesis comes with the integrated glove or if there's synthetic skin under it but why would he keep the glove on if it's not intergrated?

The second pictures is the different outfits he wears during his convalescence. I took liberties with the colors, I drew this in like 10 minutes, everything seems easy when you don't have to draw BELTS. We are now on Prothesis 5 ! Nightow drew it as a regular arm so I guess Vash wears gloves on top of it??????

Back on the road in pursuit of Knives

He wears this one after his stay at Home, throughout the Dragon's nest ark and until his 2nd fight against Knives.

I liked the design of his jumpsuit until I looked closer at the panels and saw that the design change ON EVERY ONE OF THEM. Knee guard on only one knee? No kneeguards? Two??? WHO KNOWS ??? I tried to make it work but really go wild with this one, even the author does not know how his pant looks.

Still prosthesis 5, BUT UNTIL WHEN?

Prisoner on the Ark

THEY MASSACRED MY BOY. Did they even feed him at least in 7 months? Those pictures are the definition of the drenched kitty cat left under the rain. Give this man a blanket and a therapist.

Bye bye Prothesis 5 ! And see what I mean when I say that his outfit does not make sense????? It comes out in parts????

After his imprisonment on the Ark

The last suit in the manga! He keeps this coat until the end of the story. From this point, only his hair changes (or the color of his coat).

I adore the little angel wing symbol on his left arm, such a cute addition. Too bad it appears in one of the most traumatic event of his life.

Speaking of his jumpsuit...The return of belts.... But at least this outfit stays relatively coherent except for his kneeguards who appear and disappear panel from panel but most of the time he doesn't have any, so no kneeguard it is. Prosthesis 6 hello !

Final battle and end of the story

It hurted to drew those outfits ;w; And working on the design of his coat when he fights Legato made me realize where Orange studio took inspiration to chose the colors for Vash's coat in the final episode of Stampede ! Great job ! I tried to color the same effects as one of the illustrations showing dark Vash but I'm not really good with colors..... He actually radiates energy but with some purple undertones, I took some liberties because those are my drawings I do what I want.

I'm not sure at 100% that he has a tuft of blond hair left when his outfit turns black but his hair is all black at the end of the fight. His prosthesis is destroyed at the end of the fight. He got another one in the final chapter. So 7 prosthesis throughout the story!

[lunemai]

•• -Mornings With You- ••

Demigod!Y/n x Luke Castellan

Summary - Waking up with Luke on your birthday in a cabin near the beach feels like a dream or at least it was going to be, until some people decided to interrupt.

Warnings - Y/n's godly parent is not specified, she/her pronouns, softness, talk of kids, kissing, no betrayal universe, teeth rotting fluff, marriage, and that's it I think.

part one - part two || can be read as a standalone. ||

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The distant waves and the birds singing walking the shoreline are sounds you look forward to when waking up, this time, it was a different sound, a more annoying sound, a very familiar voice.

"I didn't even mean it like that-" Percy tries to say but is quickly interrupted by the sound of Annabeth's voice, "Yes, you did."

"Okay, you came to my house on this glorious peaceful morning to talk about your.. -marital problems?" Luke talks in between both of them. I can practically hear Annabeth's eye roll, "Of course not, we came to give your prisoner her annual 'congrats on not dying' birthday cake." right. 

Everyone knows as demigods living a long and prosperous life is not guaranteed, therefore; congrats on not dying birthday cake. Though I think that's what every “normal” person gets, it's just very subtle.

“what? she’s not my prisoner.” I hear Annabeth scoff as I get up from bed and head towards the bathroom door inside mine and Luke’s room, quietly. duh. 

“right.” Annabeth says, there’s a pause before Luke answers, “Right?” though he’s trying to be assertive it sounds more like a question than a statement. 

there’s another pause before I hear that same voice that woke me in the first place, “So are you going to let us in or??” I hear Annabeth shove past him and Luke and head towards the kitchen where the boys also seem to follow.

since I can no longer hear their voices I finally enter the bathroom to brush my teeth and my hair, no one wants to look like a monster around Demi-gods of all people, might end up without a head.

coming out of the room I immediately hear the sound of Percy and Annabeth having a conversation about why having too much blue food coloring could ultimately be damaging.

Finally coming into view I see Luke making coffee with his back facing us and the soulmates sitting in bar stools awaiting their drinks.

Percy has a cherry muffin in front of him and Annabeth had buttery popcorn, in the morning.

“Oh hey sleepy head, I’m surprised your kidnapper lets you out of your room,” Annabeth says, Luke turns around with a coffee mug in his hand and leans against the kitchen counter while Percy simply awaits Luke’s rebuttal.

“Same, I guess I must be his favorite victim,” I say, encouraging Annabeth to jab at the fact Luke and I haven’t left our home in 2 weeks since our honeymoon.

“who’s side are you on?” Luke says with his brows furrowed. “The winning side, mine,” Annabeth answers for me.

I raise an eyebrow at Luke walking towards him, wrapping my arms around his waist once I reach him to look up at his eyes.

“Hi, baby.” He says looking down at me he places one hand on my hip, and his forehead meets mine.

“Hi handsome, you make any for me?” I say pointing at the mug in his other hand with my eyes. 

he squeezes my hip with his hand and nudges my nose with his, “Of course I did, you’re my favorite victim.” he meets my lips with a matching soft smile on his face, 2, 4, 5 seconds and I hear a voice,

“Did you make any for us?” of course, it’s Percy.

sadly, Luke pulls away from the kiss to look at Percy. “You think I want you to have any more energy than you already do?” 

Percy sighs in disbelief, “What energy? I’m a ball of sarcasm, not happiness.” Luke lets out a laugh and replies, “Sure Perse, there should be enough in the pot.”

Luke looks back down at me and pecks my cheek, “You want your ‘congrats on not dying cake’ or me and the beach first?”

with a soft laugh, I respond “Depends, who made it this time?” I say while turning to look at the two occupying the kitchen island.

“Me.” Annabeth says, and that’s all I need to hear, “Cake first then.” Percy shrugs and decides I have a right to say that after last year’s cake.

“I thought adding salt to things made it more flavorful or whatever, I mean they do it with chocolate milk.” even though he’s right, a whole cup of salt on a cake was not the right move.

“Right, but the point is not to aim for a salty flavor.” I have to admit, reading and following instructions will never be an easy feat for a Demi-god, dyslexia, and all that.

“That’s why you have to re-read things Percy,” Annabeth says while getting the cake out of the box. 

Annabeth hands each of us a slice of red velvet cake and we all eat with glee laughter, and sarcasm since Percy and Annabeth are here.

“Okay, now that we ate and used dishes we don’t have to wash, Happy birthday prisoner, try to find an escape route soon,” Annabeth says standing up to hug me and put her dish in the sink for Luke to wash later.

“Yeah, thanks for using water in the only way I could never, Luke,” Percy says also putting his dish in the sink on top of Annabeth's. 

“Don’t worry, I know I can handle water more than you, son of Poseidon,” Luke says gathering mine and his dish, to stack them atop the rest.

“Happy birthday newly kidnapped.” that didn’t sound grammatically correct, but I wouldn’t know. 

“Thanks, Perse, and also thank you for not making the cake.” with a nod full of fake sympathy, Percy and Annabeth walk out the door with a last goodbye hug and a wave.

closing the cabin door, I feel arms wrap around my back, leaning against Luke I feel his chin on my shoulder.

“You know the beach will be here all day,” he says in between the kisses he’s now placing on my collarbone, all leading up towards my jawline.

“Yeah, you’re right about that one,” I say closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation of him making a path of kisses up my neck.

“so maybe, we should just go back to bed for a little while.” he finally reaches my cheek, and I open my eyes to turn my head towards his, nudging my nose against his.

“That sounds like a great plan,” I say turning around in his arms to put my hands on his chest.

“Yeah?” he says softly with a deep and passionate kiss following.

breathing heavily I manage to respond

“Yeah.”

notes: this is my first fic in sooo long!! i’m so happy to have this done, it’s 1,081 words and i’m so ducking proud of that.

Thank you sm for reading! I promise there’s many more coming.

REQUEST ARE VERY MUCH OBLIGED.

[sheepwithshoes]

This is about all of what's going on in America at the moment, so if you're unable to hear any of this then please don't read, if you're unwilling to change your mind about some things don't read.

Trump is not making America great again, he's bringing it down further than it already is. He's attacking people who are at the lowest of the american totem pole, and his supporters are cheering him on. If you are one of his supporters I'm asking you to read this and just listen to what I'm saying.

Trump is singling out people of color (specifically immigrants), women, and LGBTQIA+ people, (specifically trans people), and that's the first step in his plan. He is taking people who are already vulnerable to mistreatment and pushing them further down. He's not only targeting criminals or predators, we can see that In the first hand accounts of the concentration camps that he's putting these people in, with no due process. He's not only targeting undocumented immigrants either, there are plenty of people who have their papers in order, who are at these prisons and camps, living in inhumane conditions. The conditions these people are in are not fit for any human being, no matter what they've done. But especially not for people whose only crime is existing on the wrong side of a made up line. These are human beings, it could very easily be you under different circumstances. Not only that but he's cut funding for childrens cancer research, and narcan. And if you know anything about narcan it has many uses, it helps addicts yes, but it also would help that child down the road who picked up something off the street. It would help your grandma who accidentally took too many of her meds this morning. And it would help people who are struggling more than they should be with things that no human should have to go through. These are all human beings. An intrinsic part of true humanity is caring for those that are at a disadvantage in life. Whether that be for a disability, a skin color, a mental illness, or any other reason. Being human is caring about those less fortunate than you. And voting for him doesn't show your humanity. I'm a queer teenager who was born a girl living in Texas. I had a miscarriage from an assault when I was 12 years old. If I hadn't had a miscarriage there is a high chance I would have died trying to give birth to that baby, but because of Texas abortion laws caused by the overturning of roe v Wade, I wouldn't have been able to get care until it was actively threatening my life. That wasn't my fault, I was a child and I would have died without my miscarriage and I could have died anyways. With the house republicans they are wanting to block abortion care, they are wanting to make situations like mine and worse unavoidable, and leave women and children without medical care. Worse things are going to happen with Trump in office. The people he's going after don't deserve this. But he's paving the way for another genocide. I'm not fear mongering, this is an actual fact, if you look at history objectively we've seen these patterns multiple times before and it always ends the same. Please listen to me when I say this, you can change, you can make this right. You can protect people, a lot of you are Christian, so actually love thy neighbor. Jesus himself walked with all kinds of "morally reprehensible" people for the time and he still loved them and more importantly he showed them respect. I grew up extremely Christian, so I know how hard challenging the things you were raised with is, but I promise you it is worth it. If anyone wants to talk about this (respectfully) my dms are open, hate comments and threats will be deleted.

And for all my people under attack right now. You will always have a safe space with me, I will stand by you and try my best to be there for all of you. If you need anything at all my dms are open, please reach out to me.

[gghostwriter]

Yours Truly, Romeo

Chapter 7 __ Violent Delights

Spencer Reid x FOC

Summary: Washington, DC - A string of grizzly murders and obsessive love letters causes Olivia and Spencer’s paths to intertwine. With a serial killer proclaiming his undying devotion to her and the thick tension surrounding her and her agent turned bodyguard, Olivia’s life is writing out like a contemporary love story that she, as a successful writer, could see herself publishing.

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains kidnapping and beginnings of s*xual assault. If you cannot stomach this warning, feel free to skip this chapter and wait for the next one to publish

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“Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo?” - Act 2, Scene 2. Romeo & Juliet by William Shakespeare

It was bright and cold when Olivia came to. The walls were painted in this light green color, her favorite and the space was decorated with items for two—a couple sofa, a queen size bed, and a dining table for two with a chair she was currently chained to, with her hands and feet bound with prison chains. She knew where she was, in a pretty cage held captive by Elijah, her co-worker and a man with a dark delusion for her. There was a candle-lit dinner meal laid out nicely in front of her and the bed to her right peppered with rose petals. She shuddered to think about what would happen there. She chanced a look at the door ahead of her, deducing it was the entrance. 

The same door swung open and she screamed at the monstrosity that came through. It was her captor shirtless—wearing a full body skin suit and a face that wasn’t his own. She scrambled to get away from him, pressing further into her chair as if merging herself with it. Sobs escaping her chapped lips as his hand reached to caress her cheeks. 

“No please no,” she begged with blurring vision, fervently wishing the nightmare away. 

He wiped her tears away and sighed her name. “You don’t know how long I waited for this moment, Olivia. There’s no need to be afraid. We’re meant to be, don’t you see?” He gestured at the whole room. “I prepared all of this for you. I’ll wait by you hand and foot, just tell me what else you need.”

“Let me go, please,” she whimpered. “Please Elijah, we can go out on an actual date outside, yes? We can get you all the help you need just please, let me go.” Her voice cracking at the end.

He laughed, the body suit moving with his laughter. “Now why would I want that? I have you here all to myself and no Paris to intervene.”

“Paris? Romeo & Juliet’s Paris?” 

His mask scrunching to showcase his anger and scoffed. “Yes, Paris. That FBI agent sniffling around my beautiful flower, trying to take what is mine.”

Spencer. Olivia’s eyes widened. “W-What did you do to him?”

“Nothing for you to worry about, my Juliet,” he sat down across her and waved at the dinner in between them. “Now, let’s eat. I’ve cooked all of this for you—” he sliced a piece of the steak and offered it to her on a fork. “—medium rare, your favorite. Now, open those luscious lips and take a bite.”

She shook her head. Her stomach queasy at the thought of what he may have done with the food. 

He sighed as he brought down the fork to his plate. “Is there anything else you’d like, then? Tell me, I’ll make it for you.”

“Why are you doing this?” She ignored his gentle questioning. “Y-you’ve never shown any inclination that you liked me. Why couldn’t you have asked me out normally without killing all those innocent men?”

“Would you have said yes, my love? With how I originally looked,” he gazed into her eyes and found the answer to his question. “Those innocent men you say. They had something I need of, tragic that they had to lose their lives but they had something that should have been rightfully mine,” he gestured at his whole being. “Now, I embody your characters. You can no longer say no to me.”

He picked up his utensil again and waved it in front of her lips. “Eat, my love.” 

She took a small bite.

He smiled, believing that his affections are finally being returned. “That’s good, Olivia. You’ll need sustenance for what happens next.”

Her eyes widened as his shifted a glance at the bed, his insinuation clear. 

No. 

No.

Tears streaming down her face, she swallowed the meat as if it was a rock she was forced to digest. She wished for Spencer. She wished to be back in his titillating presence. She wished she had kissed his soft lips before all of this went down. A good memory to tied her through this horrific ordeal. Most of all, she wished he still alive. The guilt of having had him killed was eating her alive. 

Another piece was forced into her mouth—everything tasting like sand. 

“Very good, Juliet. I knew you would see it my way, “ he encouraged her between bites. “Here, have fruits also. We need to keep your body healthy for our future children.” 

That made her want to retch all her stomach contents. “Can I ask a question—” she paused waiting for his consent. “—What did you do to Spencer?”

She winced as the metal utensils banged on the table. Elijah’s demeanor shifting at a 180. “Spencer?” He repeated with a sneer. “You’re on a first name basis with the agent?”

Silence. 

He pushed his chair away and towered beside her in an instant. “Flirted with him, did you? Did you bat those long lashes at him? Did you—did you kiss him with those lips of yours? Tell me!”

She shook her head, too frightened to answer with words. 

His face twisted further as he reached to unchain her from the chair. Tugging at the collar around her neck, she planted her foot down to no avail as she realized where he was dragging her to. To the pristine queen size bed situated at the far corner of the room. 

“No. No. No, please. No!” She screamed out. She’d rather die than be humiliated by this monster. “Please, don’t do this! Please, no!” 

Olivia struggled as he hooked her bound hands to the headboard. She kicked her feet repeatedly as he attached each leg to a corresponding bed post. There was no need to guess as to where this was heading. As to what he was planning to do. She bucked her hips, trying to detach his body on top of hers. “Get off me! Elijah, get off me!” 

He brandished a gun and pointed it to her forehead, rendering her momentarily speechless. “Tell me, Olivia. Did you like Paris? That FBI agent—Spencer? Did he touch what was mine? Did you like encourage his advances? Did you kiss him? Did you?!” 

“No, no, no,” she repeatedly whispered out.

He cackled manically, fully losing his grip on reality. “Lies! I saw the looks you’ve given him. Your advances and how accepting you were to his. Is my love for you not enough? Answer me, Juliet. Answer me!” 

She sniffled. “It’s enough. It’s enough, Elijah. Please, let’s finish our dinner and talk, okay?” 

“That’s not my name, my love.” 

Silence.

“R-Romeo?” 

“Yes, Juliet?” 

Olivia struggled with her bounds. “Romeo, romeo. Please, can we finish our food? I’m still famished.”

“Tsk tsk. My pretty Juliet, that’s not how it works,” he reached out to the bed side table, brandishing a fresh roll of duct tape. “My Juliet is no harlot. She needs to be taught a lesson.” 

She mumbled her refusal again as he ripped a piece in his hands. Elijah leaned in, swallowing her cries with his mouth. Tongue violating the insides of her mouth, trying to wrap with hers as tears fell from her eyes. She wanted to gag, she wanted to escape in the confines of her mind, she wanted to die. 

Gathering a bit of strength, she mimicked reciprocation before biting hard on his tongue, wanting to rip it of off him as her last ‘fuck you’ to her captive. 

He pulled back, blood dripping from his lips. He pistol whipped her in retaliation and cackled. “My Juliet, how spirited you are. A wild beauty, a fest laid out just for me.”

Elijah leaned in for one last peck before placing the duct tape on her mouth, silencing her rejections. He licked his lips and went down her neck, leaving a slobbering mess as he went. She shuddered, wishing she was anywhere else but here with the sick man intent on violating her and taking away her dignity. 

Her muffled cries escaping the confines of the tape, unable to do anything but watch as his eyes flashed with delight as he reached the beginnings of her blouse. Taking his time to unbutton and kiss every new piece of flesh exposed and caress each taken path with the gun. Tears streaming down her face, she hoped for Spencer to come and save her from this hell on earth and if not, she feverishly hoped for death to come and collect her. With her top now pushed open, she shrieks once more for Spencer, for anyone to come and save her. 

And as if the heavens had her pleas, the main door busted wide open and in came Spencer, her knight in a kevlar vest with his gun drawn in front of him. 

“Elijah Williams, FBI!” he shouted. 

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Max for both throuple and contagion fic perhaps ?

Yes!

For throuple:

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“I don’t know,” Eddie says. “I know as much as you do.”

“Oh, fuck off. That’s not helpful.”

“You’re the one imagining me,” Eddie reminds him.

“My actual partner is much nicer than you,” Buck scolds him. “And more handsome.”

“I think we’re the same level of handsome, Buck,” Eddie says.

Buck rolls his eyes. Arrogant jerk. 

He walks forward into the house. It has to mean something, that this place is proof of his life existing. He’s supposed to be here. He just doesn’t know why. He walks into the kitchen. There are chipped, broken dishes in the sink. Yellowed, old pages of one of Christopher’s school assignments litter the kitchen table. Buck reads the title of the assignment. My Family’s Ancestry by Christopher Diaz. Buck feels sick. 

“You’re wasting time,” Eddie says, following him.

“How do you know?” Buck demands.

“You’re dying, Buck,” Eddie says. “You don’t have time to worry about all this.”

“Why do you think I’m dying?” Buck asks. “People survive comas. Chimney did.”

“Well, his was temporary, right?” Eddie says. “To let his brain heal. What if they think yours is permanent? Do you think they’d keep you on life support forever? Really?”

“It’s not like this is my parents we’re talking about,” Buck says. “It’s you. It’s Shannon.”

Eddie doesn’t look so sure. “I mean… We have a lot going on, right. Maybe if there’s a choice to be made… It would be easier to just… Let you go.”

“Let me go?” Buck gapes.

Eddie nods. “Would it be so bad? Your last memories would be pretty solid. The life you never thought you’d have or even deserve.”

Buck frowns. “Why are you saying that?”

“Because it’s what you think,” Eddie says. “You always thought it would be good to be true. You always thought that you’d looking back on the dusty memories of something you almost had. Something that never really had enough room for you.”

“That’s not true,” Buck whispers.

“Yes, it is,” Eddie retorts. “You’ll always be stuck here. Trying to fit.” 

Buck swallows, cheeks hurting from the force of keeping a scowl off his face. “Dick.”

“You don’t believe me?” Eddie asks. He points towards the hallway that leads to what should be their bedroom. “Go check.”

And there’s such certainty in not-Eddie’s eyes that Buck has no choice but to follow the gesture. He strides down the hallway and throws open the bedroom door. The light is on in the room. It makes no sense. The rest of the house doesn’t have power.

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For contagion:

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Buck takes the radio back from her and Ravi helps her to her feet. Buck is a little shocked at how small she looks in the drab white pajamas of the medical facility. Without her glasses or any of the sparks of color that make her her. She’s a shell of herself. He wants to cry. 

“Okay, just hold my hand as tight as you can,” Ravi says, lacing their fingers together and putting a steadying hand on her shoulder.

“Wait,” she says. She turns to look at Buck. “What about you?”

Buck smiles reassuringly. “It’s okay. Ravi’s coming back for me. Let’s just focus on you.”

“We won’t leave him,” Ravi promises. “You ready? I’ve heard it feels weird, fair warning.”

“It does,” Buck confirms.

Hen looks at Buck for a final second. She looks scared again, but this time not of him. Buck can tell she’s scared she won’t see him again.

“It’s gonna be okay, Hen,” Buck promises.

She takes a deep breath and nods.

“Ready,” she mumbles.

And then they’re gone in the span of a heartbeat.

Buck is alone.

Buck is alone and he’s trapped behind the glass wall that has for months been Hen’s prison. 

His chest tightens with anxiety. This is not a good feeling. The closest thing he’s felt to it was being trapped on the outside, knowing they were all in there. Calling out for them and not getting a quick response. That had been horrific. But six months of this? Of being poked and prodded and tested? Of not knowing what’s going on or being able to contact family? 

Fuck.

Buck crosses the room and grabs the gun he dropped earlier. Athena will probably be mad if he doesn’t bring that back. He clutches it like a lifeline. Like he could shoot the glass and escape. He knows he can’t. He knows he needs Ravi. 

A minute passes. 

A minute seems like too long. Ravi is supposed to take Hen to Eddie then come back for him immediately. The process takes seconds. It shouldn’t… Buck shouldn’t be… Ravi should be back by now.

He radios them.

“Hey, guys? Everything okay?”

He waits. 

No one talks back.

Buck feels a sheen of sweat on his skin, despite the chill of this confinement. 

They’re probably just distracted. Right? Hen is back. It’s probably a very emotional reunion and no one even heard him over the radio. He doesn’t need to be panicking. He can be patient. Give them time. He’s fine. Ravi and Hen did this for six fucking months. 

[twoidiotwriters1]

Almighty (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: One thing about Ara is she's always going to threaten with murder -Danny Words: 3,054 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

LIII: If I'd a Nikel for Every Demigod That Became a God I'd Have Too Many

When Ara gains consciousness, she's tied up and gagged, lying ahead of her friends, who are kneeling, also tied up and beaten. She gasps and coughs, immediately trying to get up, but a big-eared creature towers over her and points an arrow at her face.

"One spark of colorful glow from your body, and we kill all of your friends."

Lester leans forward. "Good sir, are you the panda in charge?"

"The singular form is pandos. I hate being called a panda. Do I look like a panda?"

"Well, Mr Pandos—"

"My name is Amax."

"Of course. Amax," Lester gently sits up Ara, who is still panicking and struggling to breathe. "I imagine you hate people eavesdropping on you."

"Why do you say this? What did you overhear?"

"Nothing! But I bet you have to be careful. Always other people, other pandai snooping into your business. That's—that's why you haven't raised an alarm yet. You know we're important prisoners. You want to keep control of the situation, without anyone else taking the credit for your good work."

"Vector, on boat twenty-five, is always spying," the Pandos mutters sourly. 

"Taking credit for our ideas, like Kevlar ear armour." Says another.

"Exactly! Which is why, uh, before you do anything rash, you're going to want to hear what I have to say. In private."

"Ha! You just lied, I could hear it in your voice. You're afraid. You're bluffing. You have nothing to say."

"I do," Meg responds. "I'm Nero's stepdaughter. Remove the gag from Ara, and I'll speak."

"Timbre! Crest! Keep those arrows steady!" Amax glares at her. "You seem to be telling the truth, but I'm afraid I was warned not to let that one speak, nor move. What is Nero's stepdaughter doing here?"

"Looking for Caligula, so I can kill him."

"You say you are from Nero. Yet you want to kill our master. This does not make sense."

"It's a juicy story," Lester insists. "With lots of secrets, twists, and turns. But if you kill us you'll never hear it. If you take us to the emperor, someone else will torture it out of us. We would gladly tell you everything. You captured us, after all. But isn't there somewhere more private we can talk, so no one will overhear?"

"You seem to be telling the truth, but there's so much weakness and fear in your voice that it's hard to be sure."

"Mmm-hmph! Mmmm!" Ara wriggles. Lester has the feeling it's not words of comfort.

"Uncle Amax, perhaps the pimply boy has a point. If it's valuable information—"

"Silence, Crest! You've already disgraced yourself once this week. Timbre, Peak, bind the pimply boy and the stepdaughter of Nero. We will take them all below, interrogate them ourselves and then hand them over to the emperor!"

"Yes! Yes!"

If looks could kill, Ara would've murdered every pandai within a mile radius. She keeps her eyes ahead, waits, and berates herself. It's not like she was going to know right away how to divide her essence like gods do, but she can't help getting frustrated all the same.

The yacht is luxurious and makes Ara want to set it on fire. She can't believe these men have been living like this while demigods get killed every year, never doing anything to help them, to create safe spaces for them—heck, they could build hundreds of camps all over the world with this kind of money!

Ara's hand shuffles behind her back. Plastic binds her, so she can melt it if she summons Hephaestus's blessing, but the pandai would smell it, or they would sense her moving around, or glowing. She hopes Meg's tale will be distracting enough.

They finally reach a room in which Amax feels comfortable. "This place is private, talk."

"First, I must know why you're not followers of Apollo. Such great archers? The finest hearing in the world? Eight fingers on each hand? You would be natural musicians! We seem made for each other!"

"You are the former god, eh? They told us about you."

"I am Apollo, it's not too late to pledge me your loyalty."

Amax bursts into laughter. "What do we need with Olympian gods? Especially gods who are pimply boys with no power?"

"But there's so much I could teach you! Music! Poetry! I could teach you how to write haikus!"

"Music and poetry hurt our ears," Amax scoffs. "We have no need of them!"

"I like music," Crest says quietly. "I can play a little—"

"Silence! You can play silence for once, worthless nephew!" Amax takes a seat. "We pandai are mercenaries. We choose our masters. Why would we pick a washed-up god like you? Once, we served the kings of India! Now we serve Caligula!"

"Caligula! Caligula! The emperor trusts only us!"

"Yes! Unlike those Germani, we never stabbed him to death!"

"The night is young," Meg comments. "We could all stab him together."

"I am still waiting, daughter of Nero, to hear your juicy story about why you wish to kill our master. You'd better have good information. And lots of twists and turns! Convince me you are worth bringing to Caesar alive, rather than as dead bodies, and perhaps I'll get a promotion tonight! I will not be passed over again for some idiot like Overdrive on boat three, or Wah-Wah on boat forty-three."

"Wah-Wah?" Piper snorts. "Are you guys all named after guitar pedals? My dad has a collection of those. Well... he had a collection."

"Guitar pedals? I don't know what that means! If you are making fun of our culture—"

"Hey, you wanna hear my story or not?" Meg demands.

Lester hesitates. "Um, Meg...? Are you sure?"

"I got twists and turns, but are you sure we're alone, Mr Amax? No one else is listening?"

"Of course not! This ship is my base. That glass is fully soundproofed. Vector won't hear a word!" Soundproofed? Amax just gave Ara ample room to work with. The girl closes her eyes and taps into her divine essence, the process is quite dizzying.

"What about Wah-Wah? I know he's on boat forty-three with the emperor, but if his spies are nearby—"

"Ridiculous! The emperor isn't on boat forty-three! Boat forty-three is the emperor's footwear boat, silly girl. An important assignment, yes, but not the throne-room boat."

"Right," says another. "That's Reverb's boat, number twelve—"

"Silence! Enough delays, girl. Tell me what you know, or die."

"Okay. Twists and turns." 

Meg tosses her arms forward, throwing both of her scimitars at the guards. She gets Amax and his guard. Ara glows orange and throws all of her weight onto Timber, slamming him against the wall as her bindings snap. She pulls the gag out of her mouth, bites on his neck viciously, and distracts him long enough so Meg gets him while Jason and Piper tackle Crest.

Ara spits out golden dust. "Trained in every manner except street fights," she shakes her head. "It's like they think we were born yesterday, Meg."

Crest whimpers and curls up against the wall. Meg stands up to finish him, but Ara catches her arm at the same time Lester speaks. "Meg, wait!"

"What?"

"Crest," Lester begins, "there's no shame in surrender. You are not a fighter."

"Y—you don't know me."

"You're holding your sword backwards, so unless you intend to stab yourself..."

Ara steps forward. "Drop your weapon."

Crest whimpers as he does. "Do not come near me!"

"This doesn't have to be your fight. Get out of here! Become the musician you want to see in the world!" Lester begs.

The pandos scrambles to his feet and runs out in surprising silence. "Why'd you let him go?" Meg demands. "He'll warn everybody."

"I don't think so."

Ara goes around snatching bindings with simple tugs. "Got great news, team, Camp Jupiter survived the attack."

"How do you know?"

"Leo got them to pray before going into battle, and it worked. I was called over while we were coming here." She sighs. "I don't know how to be in two places at once, so I blacked out here."

"Ah, so that's why you fainted," Lester says, trying to stay optimistic. "But you helped! They won!"

"Frank said there were casualties, but yeah, I suppose I helped." She picks up her octopus. "Well, if this room is soundproofed, let's review our plan here, shall we?"

"Emperor Stupid is on boat twelve," Meg says. "That's where we go, you and I, General."

"But the shoe boat," Lester scowls, "is forty-three, which is in the opposite direction."

"What if Emperor Stupid is wearing his shoes?"

"Hey," Jason points at Lester's quiver. "That's the mobile source of prophecy you were telling us about, right? Maybe you should ask it."

Lester sighs and draws it out. "You heard them, O Wise Arrow. Which way do we go?"

"What did he say?" Piper asks after a few seconds.

"Both ways—but it's warning us of great sacrifice. Bloody stuff."

"Right," Ara scowls. "So I guess we split." 

Piper makes a face. "I hate that."

"Me too," Jason sighs. "Which means it's probably the right move. I'm going after Caligula with Meg, you go with Lester, Ara. Even if the shoes aren't there, maybe I can buy you guys some time, distract the security forces."

"Do you think I forgot what the oracle told you?" Ara scowls. "You're not—" She doubles over in distress once more. "Come on!" She grunts. "Who is it, now?"

"Ara!" Lester approaches.

"Go!" She says, realizing she has to deal with this sooner rather than later. "New plan—you guys split, I stay here, and then join you."

"Which group?" Jason asks.

She sits in the chair and buries her head between her knees. "Both."

"Ara..."

"I have to," she groans. "I have to or I'll faint in the middle of a fight, and I can't keep dropping like that, it's distracting. Go!" She locks eyes with Piper and pleads. "Have I ever failed you?"

Piper picks up her dagger. "Come on, Lester."

"If you get in trouble," Ara tells Meg and Jason. "Think of me—Of my name. Hard."

They exit the room, locking the door behind them.

She's decided what kind of crisis she will deal with, but that doesn't mean demigods know when to pray and when to leave her alone. Ara has slipped to the floor and is pulling her hair in frustration, sweating as a thousand different images flash through her head.

She can hear them asking for help over things that aren't relevant, she can hear her friends thinking about her, speaking without knowing they're messing up her focus. Perhaps if she shortens her reach... But how?

She pants. "I can't do it!"

"Come now, General," Janus is occupying her former seat. "You can't help your friends if you're busy pitying yourself."

"Are you kidding me?" She kneels, glaring at him. "You can't make me choose one group over the other!"

The faces laugh. "We know," they speak in unison, which is rare. "We're not here to make you."

Ara curls her fingers against each knee, knuckles turning white. "Then what do you want?"

"My dear friend—because we are friends, Arae Jackson. We are beginning and ending," they say, "god of transitions, of duality, of war and peace. We are here to welcome you."

"Welcome me?"

They stand and stretch out their hand. "Rise, Arae Pantodýnamos."

Golden light engulfs her, burning through her body in a millisecond.

"...The boy listens to me. He needs me. Doesn't matter how violent or unpredictable he may seem to others. I can keep him under control, use him to push through my agenda. I'm backing the right horse."

Ara blinks, disoriented and hearing a bunch of adult voices around her as if they're all seated in a room. When she sits up, she comes face to face with Hestia.

"Good day, my lady," she smiles, "you're home."

"I... what?" Ara looks up, feeling like she's made of air.

"She's awake!" Aphrodite's voice rings in her ears loudly. "My baby!" The woman cages her in a bear hug. 

Ara yelps and opens her eyes fully: she's in Olympus. "No... no," she says, panic seeping through her bones—Do I still have bones? "No! No, I have to go back!"

"That's enough, child," Zeus speaks, looking at her unimpressed and almost aggravated. "You have no reason to be down there."

"No!" She moves to the projection they're all seeing: Lester has been caught by Caligula's horse. "No! I have to help them!"

"It's okay," Hestia holds her hand. "You can rest now, Arae."

"Rest?" Ara asks shakily, looking at Zeus. "Two sons of yours are risking their lives as we speak, and you won't let me help?"

Zeus' eyes sharpen. "I'm warning you, godling, insolence isn't allowed even amongst my brethren."

"Your children need me!" She says, tears welling up in her eyes. "They're all I've got!"

"Oh my sweet, that was before," Aphrodite cups her face. "You're a goddess now, see? There will be many demigods to come, and you'll love them—"

Ara swats her mother's hands away from her face. "I'm not like you."

Dionysus is there, and he scoffs when she says that. "Look at yourself, kiddo, you're exactly like us."

She ignores him and faces Zeus. "Send me back."

"Be quiet."

"If I don't go back, Jason will die."

"I gave out my orders, and they are going to be followed!" Zeus says in anger, but Ara can't tell what upsets him, her demands, or Jason's fate.

"Not by me. Send me back."

"Yes, by you, Daughter of Olympus!"

"I'm Pantodýnamos!" She raises her voice. "Goddess of the lost, daughter of Olympus and men," her voice shakes with anger. She points at the projection. "That is who I serve. Mortals. Innocents. You cannot keep me from them."

Heavy silence hangs over the throne room. Zeus stands to his full height. "You dare..."

"My mother was born of Ouranos, humans came from Prometheus—Hephaestus, son of Hera, chose me as the Almighty, Pan bowed to my fate, and your older brother placed his faith in me first. I owe you nothing."

Ara materialises Almighty in her hand. The sword looks larger, but it feels just as light as ever. "Did you think I would sit on your son's throne, and you'd have a nice substitute while waiting for him to come back?" Her gaze darkens. "If I'm not returned, it's your throne I'll be taking. I'll fight you, Zeus. I've been touched by your lightning and survived it as a mortal—What makes you think I won't as a goddess?"

She looks around, she's as tall as the gods. "I have served all of you. You have shown your approval, and you cannot take your blessings back! You cannot help him, you cannot help me, but God King," she looks at Zeus and lifts her sword, pointing it at his face. "I might not win, not in ten centuries from now, but I swear on the Styx that I'll never stop coming after you, and I'll push you off the throne eventually, I'll take your place, and no one will miss you."

"Enough!" He shouts, glowing electric blue. "I have heard enough of your delusions, girl! Your divine blood has ruined your mind, made you believe you are not my servant, but you are! You are my General!"

He throws lightning at her and she sucks it up in Almighty, then throws it back and he redirects it to a column. Ara makes a sonic bomb appear in her hand and tosses it at him, stunning the other gods, who curl up on their seats.

"What you are is a threat to the demigods you bestowed upon my care," she turns Almighty into a crossbow. "If I have to hurt you in order to go back to them, I will."

Zeus tightens the grip on his lightning. "You—"

"Or," she continues. "You let me go so I can protect my demigods..." Her voice breaks. "I just want to help them. I don't want them to be alone. Not like Beckendorf when he died," she turns to look at Hephaestus. "Not like Bianca, or Ethan, or Silena, or Mike!" She cries out. "Zoë had you when she died!" She turns to Artemis demandingly. "Why can't my demigods have me?"

Ara tosses her sword at Zeus' feet. "I'm enraged," she falls to her knees. "I'm tired..." She sobs and looks up at Zeus, sincere in her frustration. "I don't care about you. I don't want your throne. Please, I'll continue to be the General of Olympus. I do not want to be here."

"Father," Athena speaks carefully. "There is no threat in her that we ought to fear."

"And she means it," Dionysus adds, trying to sound nonchalant. "She swore on the Styx, father, and this one doesn't take that oath lightly."

"You're saying you believe she could overthrow me?" Zeus asks tensely.

Dionysus laughs. "Of course not. But this one's a roach—she would make it her duty to be a nuisance for eternity. Do you think it's worth it? I mean, look at her, she's barely out of diapers."

"She is no threat in the mortal world, brother," Poseidon says. "I've watched her grow alongside my son, and she will continue to fight for what we want."

Aphrodite speaks. "Do not forget she offered to give her essence away to Apollo. What other proof do you need? She is serving the Olympians."

"Besides," Ares continues, picking on his ear, draped on his throne casually and barely concealing his smirk. "She can make a show out of a killing, and these emperors are getting tiresome, don't ya think? Let's release her, see what she can do with Caligula now that she's a goddess."

Zeus glares at the group. He's not to be questioned, but the gods have marked her with their blessing, their protection, and rules bind them to remain neutral. He himself handed out his blessing willingly, and he can't kill her even if he wanted to.

She isn't an Olympian goddess. Ara only coexists with them, but she comes to open a brand new pantheos—what's worse, minor deities like her. Nemesis, Eros, Phobos and Deimos, Hecate, Janus... she can start a whole new age with that kind of backup.

"You have insulted the king of the heavens," Zeus starts in a low, irate voice. "You aimed your weapon at me, and challenged me after I granted you a place amongst us. Ungrateful beast."

On a surface level, of course, it's hurting her beyond belief that the god she served loyally is spitting in her face. But that insult makes her think of Michael, and it brings her peace. It makes her think: I am still me.

"Be the help, and see how quickly humans forget all you do for them. Live for as long as you want in your exile, and if my son dies under your care, may the fates take you with him."

He throws lightning at her once more, and this time, Ara lets it run through her.

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Shifting Sands - THE 100 REWRITE Chapter Thirty-Eight

[THE 100 MASTERLIST]

Previous Chapter / Next Chapter (SOON)

Summary: The situation escalated quicker than they could have predicted, or even expected, though they did expect it to not go too smoothly with a bunch of criminals.

Words: 3.7k

Warnings: The 100 season 5 spoilers (episode 5 "Shifting sands")

They were at war now. The situation couldn’t have gotten worse in so little time. They tried negotiating with them and they tried to fuck us over. Octavia, or Bloodreina as her “followers” liked to call her with her blood-colored facial war paint, was dead set on going to war with the prisoners of the Eligius. Michelle could understand her sentiment. They were so many corpses, so many casualties from the shooting last night. It was terrible. Trails of blood, wounded grounders everywhere. Michelle was putting things away with Bellamy when they heard Clarke chasing after Miller with a determined step, calling after him, but the latter kept on ignoring her. Bellamy went straight towards Miller and the grounder accomoagning him as they headed for the gate. Michelle just stood there, watching them as they spoke, hearing them just fine as she was not that far.

“Where are you going?”

“Wish I could tell you, Bellamy.”

“Octavia told you not to?”

Clarke finally caught up with them and looked at Miller who purposefully avoided looking at her. His gaze also instantly turned into a glare the moment Clarke entered his field of vision, and even though he wouldn’t make eye contact with her, she quickly understood what they had in mind, “They’re going to shallow valley.” Michelle lips parted slightly, dropping what she was holding. This was the place where their parents had been taken. Clarke took off, followed by Miller, shouting and eventually grabbing her arm, making him turn towards him. Michelle approached, going to stand beside Bellamy.

“You can’t just do whatever the hell you want here.” Michelle observed him, his face, the way he looked at Clarke and couldn’t quite understand why he seemed so angry or hostile towards her.

“I’m guessing you’re moving ahead of the army,” She responded to him with just about the same energy as he was giving her. “to scout forward terrain. Which route are you taking? It’s sandstorm season. The wind moves in a predictable path. I’ve made the trip dozens of times. Trust me. You need my help.”

He kept quiet, thinking, looking down but without lowering his head. He knew she was right. She was the one who lived on the ground for the past 6 years, and got to know how it was like now. He, and Octavia and the rest of them lived sheltered in a bunker, and Bellamy, Michelle and the others had been stuck in space. If there was one person, they should be listening to in order to get anywhere now, it was Clarke. Michelle and Bellamy followed the three others to where Octavia was and there she was, discussing strategy with two of her people and looked over her shoulder upon hearing the door open behind her.

“Miller, your orders were to go—”

“I know my orders.” He glanced at the woman who addressed him and continued. “I think we should listen to what Clarke has to say.”

“You can’t take the sea route.”

“Why? You said the sea is gone?” Indra asked. “Is it passable, or not?”

“Yes, maybe. But you have to understand—”

“Maybe’s good enough for me. Let’s move out.” She went to walk straight past Clarke and was stopped in her way by her brother. He raised his hands slightly and grounders pulled out and cocked their guns and he stopped moving. “Stand down.”

“Please, O, just hear us out.”

“Octavia, we’re all on the same team.” Clarke spoke and what she said, or her words, or something, seemed to make a sort of smirk appear on her interlocutor’s face. “No one wants to get to that valley more than me. It’s my home. But this way is too risky.”

“Risky how?” Indra wondered.  

“Show me.” Clarke walked up to the table as Octavia turned around. She looked at the map, following the paths with her index finger.

“You chose the shortest route, which makes sense, but the dry seabed is hit by almost constant sandstorms.”

“We have the tents from the second dawn. Sand won’t be a problem.”

“It’s not just sand. Some of it crystallized in praimfaya. I’m talking shards of glass like razor blades. Your tents will be torn to shreds, and so will you.”

“Bloodreine is right.” Her guard insisted. “Besides, we can only carry rations for 7 days. The sea route will take 6. The next shortest path adds 50 miles. That’s two days, if we’re lucky.”

“How do we know there won’t be sandstorms on the longer routes—”

She cut Indra off and cut short any other comment that might have been made, “Enough. We’re doing this. The hydrofarm is barely feeding us now, so if this is the last living valley on earth, then it should be ours.”

“Diyoza thinks the same thing.” Bellamy said with a concerned frown.

“And so we fight.” The grounders in Octavia’s guard walked out, bumping Bellamy's shoulders without much care. Indra addressed him, but her words weren’t of much reassurance to him.

“Your sister needs you, Bellamy. I’m glad you’re here for her.” On her way out, she turned to the three left in the room, mentioning the packs of rations by the door, and left, calling the first battalion to mount up already.

“Am I crazy, or were they gonna kill me for getting in her way?” Bellamy was pretty dumbfounded, frowning still.

“She has amassed a following in that bunker. They’re not just loyal, they’re devoted to her. Fanatical. It’s like she made herself her own little cult. It’s just— insane.” Michelle crossed her arms, sighing quietly and Clarke couldn’t help but shake her head in disbelief.

“What do we do?” She then said.

“Raven and Murphy are in trouble. I have to go with them.” Bellamy nodded to himself, his eyebrows still brought together, his forehead now visibly wrinkled from how worried he was. Michelle didn’t like seeing him like this. He picked up a bag lying by the door, “6-day hike through sandstorm country with a gladiator cult. What could go wrong?” and handed one to Michelle, and another to Clarke.

They walked until nightfall. Bellamy, Michelle et Clarke were sitting together, apart from the rest of the clan, and watched Octavia in the distance, as they ate their rations around their small fire.

“All of me for all of us.” Clarke said, repeating the phrase they had heard on repeat. It seemed to be Octavia’s clan motto. “It’s kind of beautiful.”

“On paper, sure.” Michelle was leaning her elbows on her thighs, tearing bits of the slice of dried meat in her hands, and taking her time chewing each and every one of them. She felt Clarke looking at her, and the feeling it gave her was the same as when she used to date Murphy and let his personality rub off on her. Her face showed no reaction, but it got her thinking, wondering if she had always been a little sassy or if it really all came from her time with Murphy, or at least in his vincinity. Maybe she was always a little like that, though she used to really follow Clarke’s every move and decision back on the Ark, like a good, little soldier.

It had been some time since anyone had called her that, too. Maybe she had become her own person eventually, setting herself apart from Clarke. It was true that until they were sent to the ground, she never interacted with people outside of Clarke and Wells. Never cared enough to talk to other people anyway. It seemed obvious and natural, that after becoming surrounded by a hundred people her age, it would make her change in some aspects, and she didn’t even really think about it, or realize. She was too focused on the losses she went through. It occupied her mind, for the most part. And after spending years in space, she spent quite some time alongside Murphy again, so he maybe rubbed off on her more than he did the first time. She also caught Bellamy, the same look on Eligius when she sided and agreed with Murphy a bunch of times. She wasn’t too sure what to make of it though, ans she had lost tracks of the conversation, so she had no idea where they were at right now. “What did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything. Clarke was talking.” His tone wasn’t what she expected. For some obscure reason, she expected him to have almost of an accusing tone, as though he could hear her thoughts and would be mad or something, almost as if she had forgotten he did love her too and was rarely mad at her, especially for no reason, and without talking it out. They were sitting on the same narrow crate, pressed against each other, his hand on her lower back and slid it all the way up to her shoulder, gently tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Are you okay? You’ve been chewing on the same bite for a while. You look preoccupied.”

She shrugged, sitting up, “I’m just worried about my dad. I can’t get it out of my head.” And it was only partially true. She was preoccupied with her father’s safety, but it was not at all what had been on her mind a moment before. Clarke seemed to accept that answer, though she maybe suspected there was something else, but Bellamy clearly knew she wasn’t telling them everything. He squeezed her shoulder. Michelle gave him a smile and continued eating her ration. It was small and she was barely halfway through it. She tried to look less lost in her thought and finish her piece of food.

“I’m tired. You can have the rest of my rations. Omon gon Oson.” She handed her food to them, but Michelle declined as she wasn’t too hungry, so Bellamy grabbed it. Clarke stood up and left the pair by the fire.  With his arm around her, his hand now on her side, under her ribs, he squeezed slightly, and she let herself fall against his chest with a sigh. Only then did she realize that they hadn’t shared a moment like that in a minute, probably since going on Eligius actually. She rested her eyes, listening to him trying to reach out to Monty on the radio, not getting much more than silence in return. He let his hand fall on his thigh and put his face on the top of Michelle’s head, dropping a little kiss and breating into her hair, thoughtfully. It was so soothing; she was almost falling asleep when she was awakened by screams in the distance. Bellamy’s arm went from just holding her side to wrapping around her stomach, and across her chest with his hand holding the radio, as though to shield her, before recognizing the scouts, including Miller and standing up to go and help them. The latter was carrying his partner and screaming incoherently. At first, everyone thought they were under attack because of how alarmed he was but he began shouting and rambling about how something was wrong with the other guy. He put on him on the floor. They stood around him in a circle as he was having what looked like a seizure, but it was clearly not that.

“Out of my way. I can help.” Clarke had even got to get the med kit but a guard stopped her. The guy on the ground was violently twisting his body in all kinds of directions. Clarke called out to Octavia, who was just standing there, watching, and finally, she ordered for her to be let in the circle. The poor young man had seemingly calmed down and stopped moving around. “He’s breathing, but his heart is racing.”

“What the hell happened out there?” She questioned Miller, who was just beyond upset and distraught.

“We separated to cover more ground. Then I hear him screaming that they’re everywhere. Then I get to him and there’s nothing. It’s just more screaming and—” They all let out a loud gasp, stepping back instantly as something moved in the man’s abdomen, pushing against his skin. Bellamy was half-turned towards Michelle, his head looking at the man on the ground. It had become clear that there was something inside of him, but none of them knew what. They hurried, getting him in a tent and cutting off access to anyone else but Clarke and another few. Bellamy seemed to notice something on his lef as she was making the hypothesis that it could have been caused by the rations. She looked closer as he held his flashlight a little higher, revealing a hole in his leg.

“It came from the sand.” Clarke guessed. “We have to go back.”

“No.”

“Octavia, he told Miller that they were everywhere.”

“Yes, but Miller just said he saw nothing.”

“Everywhere could mean everywhere inside him.” A guard added. “I agree with Bloodreina.”

“Of course—” Michelle was about to mumble to herself, unsurprised the latter agreed with her dead bloodreina, and heard Indra having a similar reaction to the guard’s comment.

“We march on at first light.”

“An Obika?” Miller wondered.

She turned back to the young man, “If he’s not better by then… I’ll end his pain myself.” And she left, coldly, emotionless. It prompted Clarke to look at Michelle and Bellamy, somewhat shocked. The latter frowned, slightly shaking his head. The guards followed her outside. Clarke got to dress Obika’s wound and Bellamy sat there, staring into space, and it was clear to the two young women that he was very much concerned with his sister’s change of behavior. This wasn’t who he remembered she was, but his memory of her was outdated. The memory they all had of her was quite old. Bellamy had trouble to reconcile the two versions of his sister that he now had in his head. They clashed.

“Octavia’s not the only one who’s changed, you know. You could’ve killed those prisoners in cryo,” Michelle turned her head to the opposite direction. She had sided with Murphy on that decision and wanted to kill those prisoners in cryo, but Bellamy was opposed to it. “but you didn’t. Diyoza would have killed me if not for you. Madi would be alone. You got that bunker open.”

“Who knew it would turn out to be Pandora’s box?” He said heavily and shrugged, looking away as though he was ashamed or guilty of something that wasn’t his fault.

“I’m serious, Bellamy. The heart and the head.”

“The heart and the head.” He repeated quietly.

“So… what does your head say about two armies fighting a war in the only green place on earth?”

“Same as yours.” The conversation was cut short when they heard screaming outside again. Bellamy jerked to his feet. The three of them ran outside the tent, alerted. Their eyes widened. Large clouds of sand had formed over the hills in the horizon, pierced through by lighting. The infamous sandstorms that Clarke had already warned Octavia about.

“Can we outrun it?” Indra asked.

“As long as it keeps moving laterally from east to west, we shouldn’t have to, but if the wind shifts…”

“The wind hasn’t met Wonkru.” She turned to the people behind her. “Now there’s no choice. We keep moving.”

Bellamy got in her way, “Keep moving? Thanks to you, we’re stuck between razor-blade winds and burrowing, parasitic bugs.”

“Thanks to you, we’re at war, Bellamy.”

“Only if you insist on fighting it.”

“Fight or die. That’s all there is.” He frowned, looking at Clarke and Michelle who were just as concerned. “You don’t understand. I get it. Because you’re not one of us.”

“Is Obika one of you? Hmm? Because you’re about to end his life like he means nothing. I understand that.” He raised his voice. The female guard always agreeing with Octavia stepped forward but was grabbed and stopped by Indra while another of the grounders urged Bellamy to show respect. It was just surreal.

“I’d stop if I were you.” Octavia advised her brother to lower his tone. When Obika started shouting, Clarke rushed out. He had woken up and when they got to the tent, he was violently twisting his body around again, yelling, telling them to get whatever was inside of him out. They held him down as strongly as they could and stared with wide eyes as what lurked inside his stomach pushed hard against his skin, bursting it open like bubbles, splashing them with blood as they gasped. Clarke and Michelle lost their balance and fell to the ground, holding onto each other as they landed on the ground. Michelle’s hand was shaking as she wiped some blood from her cheek.

“Everybody out! Now! Go!” Bellamy shouted. He helped Clarke and Michelle out as well and Octavia then ordered Indra to burn down the tent, along with all the parasites inside. She urgently lit up a torch and threw it inside. Octavia had fallen, tensing up in her brother’s arm as a parasite slithered under her skin. They dragged her inside another tent, putting her infected arm on the table. Clarke was adamant; they couldn’t let it reach her torso. What happened to Obika couldn’t possibly happen to Octavia. Clarke was panicked by the urgency of the situation but as always kept focused. She spoke fast, telling Michelle to get anything she could find to make a tourniquet around Octavia’s arm and the latter nodded, quickly finding a lacing cord and gave it to her. The second thing she asked for as she was tightly wrapping the cord around her bicep was a knife. Octavia groaned as the blade cut through her skin. Clarke stuck her fingers in the open wound and searched for the parasite, eventually getting a hold of it when someone called out to them on the radio. “Monty, it’s me. Something tells me we got your emergency beat.”

“I doubt that. The prisoners have an eye in the sky on the mothership, and a missile system on their transport ship. They’re on their way to you right now. You have to move. Hide somewhere. Take cover.”

“Hide from an eye in the sky? How are we supposed to do that?”

“Murphy says we have a friend inside. If he’s right, the eye won’t be watching. You have a window, but you have to move now.” The parasite wheezed as it was pulled out and shoved into a jar.

“Where do we find cover from missiles in the middle of a wasteland?” Indra inquired.

“If they see us retreat, they’ll stand down.”

“You still don’t understand.” Octavia’s voice was a little weak, but she still hadn’t changed her mind despite what just happened to her. “Wonkru does not retreat.”

“You do if you want to live.” Bellamy tried reasoning with her.

“Now is not the time for a debate. Even if we did retreat, the path home puts us in the middle of a sandstorm.”

“Those ruins are not our home.” Octavia added, glancing at Indra. “That valley is, and we’re taking it back.”

“Octavia, easy.” Clarke helped her stand. “The venom’s still in your system.” But the latter didn’t care and while her brother stared at her in disbelief as he did since he saw what she had become now, she advised for him to understand, and quickly, and she left, despite barely standing on her own. In any case, they had to move. They left the tents behins and ventured in the middle of the sandstorm, everyone from the bataillon huddled together, forming a dome over Octavia and Clarke. Indra shouted for them to hold, repeatedly. Michelle felt shards of glass fly over her head and back, wincing as the sharp edges cut through her shirt and skin. When the storm cleared and they let go of each other, Michelle straightened up, took one step and lost her balance. Her jacket had suffered some cuts here and there but, it was an old US Army jacket, so it wasn’t too destroyed, but the back of her legs was another story. Bellamy caught her, instantly worried and saw the blood stains growing at the back of her pants and cried out for Clarke. She made sure Octavia was alright and went to her best friends. Michelle’s calves and a part of her thighs were riddled with tiny pieces of glass. She couldn’t possibly take them all out by hand. She deemed the pain Michelle must be feeling as worse than the bloodloss from the cuts, which was thankfully not too bad, but she was a little more concerned about the large shard of glass stuck across the top of her calves. Less than half an inch higher and it would have cut through her knees’ tendons. She wanted to use a piece of fabric but feared that tiny pieces of shards might be in her pants and hurt her more, so she didn’t know what to do, until Bellamy pointed out that the bottom of her jeans was stuffed inside her boot. With the tip of a blade, she cut it and after taking off the big shard of glass, wrapped it around her leg. Bellamy Others fell around them. By the time the sun had risen, some even died, about a dozen according to Miller.

Octavia was lying on the sand, Indra a few feet away from her, wheezing and having trouble breathing. From what Michelle heard Clarke tell Octavia, the grounder probably had glass in her lungs. Michelle could stand up now too, though she did have a subtle limp because of the sting at the back of her knee.  

“Thank you for saving my life.” Octavia spoke quietly.

“You saved ours.” Bellamy approached, joining Clarke by his sister’s side. “You were right. Wonkru is strong. Just like their leader.”

She clenched her jaw a bit, leaning on a mound of sand and then on her brother’s arm to sit up, “I’m glad you’re alive, big brother.” The softness in Michelle’s eyes as she watched Octavia place a kiss on his cheek and embrace him soon disappeared with her following words, which were literally a threat; “But if you ever speak out against Wonkru again, then you are an enemy of Wonkru.” She grabbed his head, “And you are my enemy.”

Michelle saw the expression on Bellamy’s face; he was disturbed by what his sister had told him, and just stood up and walked away.

[To be continued…]  

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Published (03/30/2025) by Andrea

Taglist:  @mirellef2001

[a-weirdo-works]

@pale-opal @bruggle @antfed-blog @imafraidofdogs

“Mmm…”. 

He opened his eyes. 

He couldn’t recognize a thing; all he saw was an orange-yellow light overhead, which barely managed to illuminate the room that smelled of metal and mold. 

Blade Axolotl tried to inhale, but realized it was difficult to do so, especially with a thick mask of something sticky over his mouth. 

That’s what got him moving. 

He looked left and right at the bare, darkened walls, their corners shadowed. 

He tried to get up, but found that he was tied securely to a chair with the same, strong substance that was plastered over his mouth. 

“Mmm! Hmm! Hmm!”. 

He struggled to get free, his gills curling upwards. He was about to pull out his arm blade technique, but-. 

Whack! 

He cried out, in which said cry was muffled. 

Heavy metallic footsteps turned the corner of the table. 

His heart stopped at whom he recognized.

“Hello, Blade Axolotl. It’s good to see you here. And just in time, too.” Web Spider spoke. 

Blade Axolotl was too afraid to try and escape now. 

“Well, we must make haste. Let’s cut to the chase. Love?”. 

Blade jumped a bit as something grabbed his head; a clawed finger went to his mouth and slowly started cutting at the webbing that subdued his voice. 

Riiip! 

“Ow!”. 

More heavy metallic footsteps turned the corner; another Reploid sat next to the former hunter. 

“Wait, I’ve heard of you. You were one of the prison guards at Soyada! You nearly killed both of our captains!” Blade Axolotl realized. 

“I did. And now we simply want some information on them.” Dark Feline spoke softly and flatly said. 

“Or what? You’ll kill me?” Blade Axolotl hissed. “Well, I’m not talking. The crew’s more important than whatever sick, Maverick torture you two can dish out!”. 

“Oh? Let’s test that limit then, Axolotl.” Web Spider retorted, crossing a leg over his other one. 

“You see, as you know, as you were our weapons engineer for years, I have the ability to electrocute my victims through a traditional web. Enough electricity and your regeneration systems could suffer grave harm and could malfunction.” He continued; Blade shook, but didn’t relent. 

“And that’s just your ability to regenerate limbs into blades. Now just imagine your internal systems! All you wires and circuits could fail, your power core explode. You could very much end up a vegetable, if not a bomb.”. 

Blade Axolotl clenched his hands, breathing through his nostrils…

But who knew what on Earth they would do to the crew? 

“No…no! I must stay strong! The crew’s my family! And I’m just as strong as them! I’m sorry, but you’re getting no answer out of me!” Blade Axolotl exclaimed triumphantly. 

“Alright then-“. 

“Wait.”. 

They looked at the pitch black colored Reploid. 

“So you have a deep regard for the Rose Thorns, am I correct?” Dark Feline asked. 

“Y-yes.”. 

“And I reckon you have some friends in the crew?”. 

“Wh-what are you-“. 

“I’m just saying, we need information on your leaders, and we must do what we have to…I would never wanna do this…”; she looked away, almost looking ashamed. Eventually though, her pupils returned their focus, widening slightly. “But we have the ability to locate your acquaintances. You see, when me and my friends were hired to work at the prison as security, we had trackers put into us. If I stand corrected, one of my friends has joined your crew without officially resigning, meaning the tracker is still in her.” She explained. 

Blade Axolotl began to panic. 

“And I think I do remember seeing them. The catfish Reploid. Kela. Firefly’s assistant.” Web Spider said. 

“No. No, no. No, please!” Blade Axolotl stammered.

“Then talk. Tell us about X and Marty.” Web Spider demanded quietly. 

“I-I-I can’t-you Mavericks!”. 

“Fine…Spider, come with-“. 

“Fine, I’ll talk!” The Axolotl Reploid finally yelled. 

Silence. Only the sound of his panting. 

“What do you wanna know?” He proceeded to ask. 

“Nothing much. We just want some dirt we can dish out.” Dark Feline flatly answered.

“Wh-you threatened me and my friends…just so you can find stuff to mock them for?” Blade Axolotl cried out in disbelief; he was expecting questions about their weaknesses or their spoils from the mavericks they plundered or from what grateful humans and reploids both have given them. 

“Well, not merely that. Just tell us things they wouldn’t want us to hear. What makes them feel guilty? What makes them lie away at night?” Web Spider explained., putting his finger tips together. 

“Okay…Marty was super insecure about X saving her a few times, but she’s over it now. X once said when they first met that he had to hide her because she was a female civilian, but that’s just because he was got hunter advice from Meta. He was always into knight chivalry. Very well meaning but accidentally insulting. Also, Marty once accidentally kneed X in the face. Sounds like it hurt.” Blade Axolotl went on. 

Smack! 

Blade Axolotl was looking down at the floor as his face was hit to the side. 

He looked back up. 

“That’s not what I meant!” Web Spider yelled; Blade flinched, surprised at his voice actually being raised. He was known for being quiet, though he was sometimes a fast talker. 

“Alright…alright…Marty once led X to Launch Octopus so Launch could take him to Sigma…when they first met…but it was only to save the ocean! Launch Octopus was using her! So she tried to fight him as a result. It was one of her reasons for becoming a pirate…so she could avenge her fallen friends…and X wasn’t able to save her before she blew up, but he did save her data…and X almost didn’t save her in time when we were in Soyada Prison…Metal Canine was about to retire her…it’s not their faults…” Blade Axolotl informed them. 

“Interesting.” Web Spider spoke. “Very well. We’ll be keeping you here. Dear?”. 

“But of course,”; Dark Feline stood up and followed him, before slamming the door shut, leaving the Axolotl Reploid on the dingy room. 

“Guys…please be okay…”. 

[nasiens-father]

Tristan fans DO know Tristan, he’s a very well developed character and you thinking that people don’t know that is honestly sad. And I’m sorry that you are so dead focused on cannon that when people want to put a spin on it by making him something different in a FAN FICTION you think people don’t understand him. And I agree with you with people constantly thinking he’s some twink, when he’s not. But at the same time that shouldn’t stop you from loving and understanding a character just because of the fans. Tristan is strong where it matters and is kind, caring and just an amazing character. People do understand that Tristan is more then a twink, at least I certainly do, but just because someone isn’t talking about how well developed he is doesn’t mean they don’t see that. A true fan can see the pros and cons of a character but just because he isn’t talked about that constantly isn’t a bad thing.And I don’t like when Tristan is constantly perceived as a woman either, he’s a strong character with a deep personality. But that doesn’t mean people aren’t allowed to play around with said character. Trust me, the world will keep spinning.

First, just say it without anon it's fine like I don't mind it's cool, second I feel like u took it personally and idk, I think it's obvious that the post was about certain group of people on the Tristan fandom and NOT ALL OF THEM and at the time I didn't thought that I had to really put the "not all of them" cause like it's obvious that not all of them and said group of ppl is on twt that's it, easy peasy, and about the rest of the fans ofc they know him, your whole argument against what i said does not apply to you so there was no reason to yea.

About being dead focused, when in my post i mentioned canon or something hwkskd wait ✋ and I also don't mind that people lives out of canon when did I said that that was bad and again when did I said that ppl that does fanfiction is wrong or something waiiiit✋anddd the way his fandom perceives him doesn't stop me in loving him why would it stop me on loving him and agaaaiiiiin when did I said that it would stop me on loving him, he's my SECOND child I ain't letting go, I will not let him go Nuh uh and to finish all when did I said that ppl should not perceive Tristan like they want to causeee I didn't say that either. And also about being dead focused why were u so mean 💔 I thought we had a family w three kids 💔 so ye no, I think that a dead focused person wouldn't noticed when a character is hypersexualizazed(Jesus gotta take spelling lessons dawwwwg) in the most random situations of said character cause istg I have seen thing.s on where I said I saw them and no ye that that was mean waiit 💔

The whole thing about my post was about Tristan hypersexualization¿ (Idk how to spell that word) And his hyperfemenization¿ (Idk how to spell that word EITHER SJKD) andd if you know me or idk at least had a look to my blog or my art blog I. In fact. Do not follow canon with Tristan. I perceive him as a vkei boy so ye no ye. And I also love when oomfs do their own interpretation of Tristan's character cause they awesome I love em mwah and cause I'm not new to this fandom to know that this fandom lives WITH FANON not with canon, canon is an unknown word to us, and that's it idc at all and whatever someone decides to do w Tristan is none of my business cause im not the Tristan police or something. Wait being the Tristan police will be something like "Wait there, that's actually a color that Tristan would never wear, you will go to prison for that" do u guys think my writing is fire yes or no

And yes the world keeps spinning, it never stopped for me, this is just my blog and I have the right to say anything I want and if you don't like that's fine, ppl don't have to agree w me and I don't have to agree w ppl and ppl don't have to change their opinions on something bc I don't think the same and vice versa, that's all 😽 and tysm for telling your truth 🐬💕

[annabelle-creart]

@gelu-the-babosa-multiversal

KO x Chase. 6 (Bookshop Au) and 16 (Prison Au)

Gelu me puso a chambear😔

Two for a Lie

Context: humanformers.

Notes: I'll use the original names but all happens in Earth, normally

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The ring chirped, calling the bookeeper and barista's attention, who recieved with a smile and a greet, Chase went again on his book and his coffee, not noticing who it was until the person sit at his side

"It took you long enough" Chase commented, low as it should be in a library

"You promised you'll stop insulting me if I helped you" Knock Out sat next to Chase, he, for once, dressed normaly with a simple shirt, simple jeans and shoes, but his flamboyant attitude was still a clear hint of his over-flavored personality "watcha reading?"

"I know you tend to talk faster but I would be glad if you change that manner"

"Pfft, you're such a killjoy" Knock Out yelled, putting his attention of a cup on the little table, taking it and drinking it with confidence

"That's not yours!" Chase exclaimed with frustration, keeping his voice low

"But yet you're unfortunate our taste in coffee is the same" Knock Out ignored Chase's demand and took another sip

"Idiot" Chase murmured angry

"Prig" Knock Out said with no remorse

"Here's your second order" the bookshop keeper brought to Chase's table with a cute smile "are you enjoying our recomendation?"

"A lot, thank you" as if nothing happened, Chase changed his behavior into a smiley, educated man

"I'm glad to hear that! If you need something just call" the barista and bookeeper said and then went away, Chase took the cup of coffee and gave a sip

"You knew I would do that, right?" Knock Out made a funny, yet dobious smile

"I like my coffee complete. The whole cup" Chase gave Knock Out a piercing look, at which KO reacted at it with a low laugh "now, the actual manner. How are you going to convice you're a convenient criminal?" Chase returned to his neutral face and asked his fellow, Knock Out waited for a pair of seconds before raising his hand a showing a pair of keys with a blue tamagotchi on the keychain. Chase spilled part of his coffee in surprise

"How did you-?"

"I have my methods" Knock Out made a funny smile and threw the keychain to Chase "so, what's the real plan?"

"You enter, you get information, and you get out once a week as if you're talking with a lawyer to really get out" Chase saved the keychain, this time on the other pocket, the one Knock Out wouldn't reach without getting on feet or surrounding him

"And you'll be the lawyer?"

"I am, yes"

"And of all places, why to meet here?"

"Because I like here" Chase closed his book and went to his bag, searching for another and gave it to KO "and because of this"

"Pride and prejudice? In prison?"

"Limited edition with comments, hardback with golden features and illustrations. It is not for prison, it is a thanks gift for helping me"

"Aw! You wanted to give me something pretty?" Knock Out took the book in hands and got closer to Chase "illustrations did you say?"

"Drawed by hand with ink and colored in watercolor"

"Really?!" Knock Out opened the book, which was indeed big, the paper felt soft, and as expected, it smelled like a good new book, KO and Chase's favorite smell "how did you knew?"

"Know what?"

"What book to give me"

"Remember the time you started that bar fight?"

"Eh eh eh, I was doing my part of the deal, you said something you shouldn't"

"Whatever it was. You said you would prefer being reading in your house rather than sitting in the cold alley with a black eye. And I remember you once said you lost a copy of this one"

"Aw, Chase" Knock Out expressed, looking again at the copy "...You know I hate you, but thanks for this. Is beautiful"

"No worry about it" Chase looked at KO by pure instict and education, nonetheless, a cute smile and soft eyes met him "but-! I hope this works as fuel for you to do your job"

"Pfft! Prig. Always thinking on work. I'll make the best job you had ever seen! For nothing I'm the best informant of the city"

...

"..." Knock Out waited for Chase to say a word... or a sound, but nothing came of Chase's mouth "so-"

"In what were you thinking?!" Chase shoted in the low as much as he could, cleary mad at the situation

"Oh, come on! It is not my fault! I mean, it is but there was no other option!"

"To fight in the middle of the hall was your only option?!"

"Yes! Chase, I know you like things to happen as you want and like but this is real life! There's no ethical way to get someone to like you in prison"

"To fight is NOT a way to do so"

"Is not the fight! Is the manner behind that"

"...I made a mistake-"

"Give me two hours and I'll let you know I was right" Knock Out interrupted Chase clear and steady, no doubts on hand or eyes, despite one of them was again black and all his knucles had a redish color

"...fine!" Chase let out, with lots of doubt but no other option but to trust in the process "get out of here" Chase gave up, while Knock Out with half a smile went out of the room

And fuck the process, Chase thought, mostly on deception, on himself of course, because despite he hated to admit, KO's plan worked... fuck, it really worked

[linagram]

Hiii! Don't know if you remember me, I send you Naomi and Asahi sketches once. I want to repeat how much I like your project and I'd love to draw more for it, but I miscalculated how much free time I have so it took some time (I was supposed to finish the second drawing two months ago or smth...). Anyway! I present to you: the goddes of Linagram, Andou Miki! (I wuv her) Same as last time, I tried to make it look more like Milgram style, this time with color even. Not sure how accurate it turned out, but I kinda like the result. Tbh at first I just wanted to make an art of her, but now looking at the composition and background style... Dunno I just think it looks like it shoud be a series of art of wardens... I really want to make it into a series, but not sure if I will be able actually do it Aaand I guess I kunda screwed up some of her design details (jokes on you, I coildn't even be consistent with her design in my own drawings lol), but it's too late to change anuthing so whatever In the end I want to wish you good luck with both T3 Linagram and Linagram2 development! Oh, oh, and I also want to ask something, but you obviously don't have to answer: are there any special gestures or facial expression traits that your characters (both prisoners and wardens and maybe even victims or side chars) have that you'd like to point out? Like Shun having closed postures or Kei smiling a lot even if it doesn't look like he feels like it? I suppose you've talked about this before, or maybe someone even sent you a similar ask... If it's true, I'll search it!

SHDJAJASJKSJSJ SHE LOOKS AMAZING THANK YOU SO MUCH!! (and yes i remember you!) i love her expression in the first drawing so much she looks like a tiny scared kitten.. (and she kinda is one) i really love the shading on the second one too it looks so much like the milgram art style!! (and it's okay i kinda forget things when it comes to my own designs too 😭)

oh and also i haven't received an ask like that before so here it is! so sorry i think it turned out a bit long ><

akio is one of the characters who has changed the most throughout the seasons. in season 1 (and before milgram), he usually had this kind of annoyed or more serious face expression (but i really like to make his expressions look like he's a bit nervous or even scared maybe? like he's just putting up a front..)

in season 2 he looks much more tired and traumatized for obvious reasons and he's supposed to look like he's in a lot of pain (and he is).

and in season 3, he still looks very tired, but i like to think that now he just kind of.. accepted everything that happened to him. akio doesn't think he'll be able to live that long even if he's able to leave milgram so 😔 akio's character arc is just a humbling experience took too far

aimi's an interesting case! she's actually a character who has the most consistent face expressions and by that i mean. she's literally almost never seen without a smile on her face.

like this art is the only exception??

but also, in season 1 the faces she makes are usually more sad or apologetic-looking! she also likes to do. The Thing with her sleeves

she still has some of that in season 2, but she starts to smile a bit more calmly and even confidently.

and in season 3? she's in her girlboss era!! she's much more confident now, her smile is more wide, she doesn't look sorry at all!!

but some of the art that is supposed to show her outside of milgram shows her having the same smile too.. like she started to look more "like a victim" only when she came to milgram.. huh..

shun is a fun character to draw because most of the time he's either supposed to look stressed (or like "physically he's here, but he's not here mentally") or he's supposed to look so confident that it's kinda scary considering his usual personality. i like to think that in season 1 he mostly looked like the former and started to act like the latter in season 2 only to act like the former again in season 3 because of his punishment.

like!! the difference!! also im not sure if it's easy to notice but when i draw shun i try to make his poses look a bit.. tense? i like to imagine his movements being a bit unnatural, almost like he's in pain or he genuinely doesn't know how to move or make certain poses. it also could be related to why he has his hands close to his face so often, it's almost like he's trying to check if he's real or not!

like aimi, naomi is almost always smiling and her expressions and poses are supposed to make her look like the "mom friend".

she also has her hand on her chest very often, to make her look more.. confident, maybe? like she's supposed to have this "don't worry i'll take care of it :)" vibe!

SHE IS LITERALLY STILL SMILING EVEN IN SEASON 3 it's just that her smile is more wide now and it's supposed to make her look more unhinged rather than someone reliable. like aimi, literally the only case of her having a different face expression is this art.

I HONESTLY CAN PUT KEI, EIKO AND RIKU IN THE SAME SECTION all of them are the smiley characters too but the way they act is a bit different.

kei's smile is supposed to show that there's something. Wrong with this man. like you shouldn't trust him. i'm also not sure if it's easy to see but kei often has this expression like he's looking down on someone. he's supposed to look all cool and when he's drawn with another character, he's almost always going to either look at them or look somewhere else, like there's another person that we don't see.

this is also one of the reasons why this art with him and someone who is (or was?) very precious to him is so important bc he's!! looking UP at the boy!! and he's not smiling!!

riku also likes to smile a lot but it's often supposed to look a bit. forced. it's like kei really believes that he's better than others and breaks when he realizes it's not true, meanwhile riku has the same belief about himself but he KNOWS he's not really special or unique, so he has no choice but to fake it until he makes it. when i draw riku, i always have this sort of rule (?) in mind: riku's smile is never sincere. he is always too worried about his image, popularity and reputation. he hates himself too much to be truly happy even for a moment. which is why him suddenly not smiling in his t3 art is so scary to me it's like.. idk, it's like he's too broken to even pretend to smile now..

eiko is very interesting bc unlike the guys she is a genuinely very confident woman! she doesn't have that many issues with her self-esteem, yes, she's a bit too much of a perfectionist, but honestly, she just has very high expectations from others and if we compare that to kei and riku's problems, that.. doesn't seem too bad to me. her expressions are also often supposed to look like she's laughing at someone or she's about to tell a joke or she's just being playful.

asahi's expressions are surprisingly hard to come up with when i draw him, so i usually just go with whatever i think is cute or shows his personality well. so most of the time he looks disgusted or angry, but i like to make his expressions adorable at the same time too! like akio, he also often looks a bit scared or stressed on the inside. he is also often seen chewing on something.

yurika is another character i find hard to draw when it comes to expressions and poses.. but that's also why i like to take advantage of her. reputation in the linagram fandom and i like to make her look a bit insane!! i get to go crazy with her poses too like girl get a snickers or something!!

and when she's not in a silly goofy mood she just looks kind of >:( i also have a rule similar to the one with riku: if yurika is smiling, her smile is usually fake.

tumblr pic limit is killing me we have to do the rest of this quick!!

reina is another character that changed a lot and if in season 1 she was usually seen smiling, she quickly dropped the facade after it ended and now she is only seen with a more cold and emotionless face expression. who knows, maybe she will smile again one day..

eiji, ironically, was supposed to have expressions and poses a bit similar to kei in season 1, but after it ended and the plot (and yurika) hit eiji badly, i can only imagine him looking more and more stressed with each day. the fact that he's actually similar to kei, but he can't pretend as well as he does..

miki is almost always seen being a bit sad or scared, and she only starts to smile more when season 2 begins and she starts embracing her role here. interestingly, her smile isn't supposed to look fake or forced, and it's actually more sincere compared to kei and riku. when season 3 starts, she lets her hair down and her eyes become more empty (same goes for eiji, who had "swirly" eyes in season 1 and the beginning of season 2) and her tone is more cold.

hinode is a bit.. too relaxed for a guard. he often presses a finger to his chin, like he's curious about something, he's always smiling and his smile is like.. you can't say it's sincere, but you can't say he's faking either. he also often has to lean on something or someone because he gets tired a bit too easily so he's usually seen either sitting or lying down and if he's standing, he's either leaning on a wall or someone's shoulder (usually miki's).

[mittenlady]

why klavquill

originally i thought of the pairing as a joke because simon would totally hate klavier, but like… i thought further upon it and now i fr am invested. i could say sooooo many things. so:

here’s a post i made a while ago explaining

here's another post focusing on the aspects of other dynamics that would be affected; less important but fun to mention

and let me provde an updated (attempt at being more concise but simultaneously more elaborative) version:

• thematic similarities in that they both helped usher in the dark age of the law BS. klavier got phoenix disbarred (which ig because he’s the golden boy is the end of the world but TBF the crazy ass corruption he exposed in his first three (?) years as an attorney does make him incredibly significant and a sort of figurehead) and simon went to prison for “murder” a year after that

• adding onto that, klavier and simon worked at the prosecutor’s office for one year of overlap (2019-2020) prior to simon’s sentence. even if they didn’t know each other directly, they would have known of each other (guy who got phoenix wright disbarred during his first trial and guy handling an international spy case with criminal affairs) (also i really love the estranged friends to lovers narrative)

• and even at that, they likely WOULD have had to interact during turnabout academy. simon was literally prosecuting the case. yes, klavier didn’t have an official investigation, but you’re telling me that they’re working on the same case without a single interaction???? frankly it’s just poor writing and they didn’t want to put in the effort to connect AJ’s narrative properly; which was an actual writing direction they had so why am i surprised.

• juxtaposition of older sibling situations; both in prison but for different reasons. i want to analyze this bit more but there’s something there

• sharing a narrative of healing from the ghosts of their pasts after DD :)

• both are incredibly melodramatic and theatrical in court. they’re on the same wavelength; and speaking just from a writer’s perspective, writing their interactions is some of the most fun i’ve had lol. if you’re curious, here’s my ao3 series containing all the fics i’ve written for them so far :)

• they also do have similar aesthetics in the sense that they both wear darker colors. klavier has a more grunge (?) / generally alternative (and like 70s-80s generic rockstar) style and simon… dresses like he’s from the victorian era yes (not counting the jinbaori) but he has more of a goth / emo vibe? i’m articulating this very poorly they both just look very well together. also men with long hair :)

sparknotes version: i think they have a lot of similarities and parallels and narratively, i believe it would make more sense for them to be together. part of it may also be wanting to connect the narratives of AJ and DD properly but idk. it just makes more sense, at least to me, in comparison to other pairings