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

[linagram]

[ 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?!

[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.

[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

previous chapter || series masterlist || next chapter

“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. 

[star-girl69]

Keep Me Ablaze

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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complete!! book two: here!

a/n: reader is grace’s niece, and is described as having mid-length hair. reader is a human during some portions, eye color is not described, hair color, weight, etc., and i try my best to make everything as ambiguous as possible.

i apologize in advance if something i write isn’t inclusive. we are all humans and we all make mistakes! please feel free to tell me if you have any suggestions as to how i can cater this fic to the most people possible.

also available on ao3!

my ao3: star_girl69

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The only mother you have ever known is the forest. Yes, you have Grace, other women at the base. But they are not quite your mother. It’s hard for your Aunt to talk about her- but how can you blame her? Alone and drifting through the world, a fire burning inside of you that threatens to snuff out, Grace teaches you alongside the Omaticaya at her school. They call her sa’nok, and sometimes you wish you could call her that too. But you feel like you would be betraying your mother. Neytiri is your spark, even while you’re young, shy when Grace pushes you to play with her and even shyer when the two of you form a tentative friendship. But it grows, and she grows into the woman you know now.

Life without her is miserable, but at least you have something new to explore in the form of your Avatar. You run through the forests and help Grace, and soon you are 20 years old and looking out onto your life like it is a prison. You could leave. Go to Earth. But you couldn’t leave the forest, your Aunt, the memories of your mother and father.

Then, Jake Sully comes, a warrior with no legs, who holds the same spark as Neytiri does. But with the weight of impending war looming on each of you, death everywhere, you don’t know if they can keep you ablaze.

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Keep Me Ablaze

Chapter One - Josephine

Chapter Two - Savior

Chapter Three - New Blood

Chapter Four - Face It

Chapter Five - Moment

Chapter Six - Just For You

Chapter Seven - Dreams

Chapter Eight - So Blue

Chapter Nine - Burn

Chapter Ten - Clean Kill

Chapter Eleven - You and Yours

Chapter Twelve - Look and Touch

Chapter Thirteen - Change

Chapter Fourteen - We Burn Bad

Chapter Fifteen - Ache of You

Chapter Sixteen - Mothers & Fathers

Chapter Seventeen - Betrayal

Chapter Eighteen - I Know Loss

Chapter Nineteen - After

Chapter Twenty - To Die For

Chapter Twenty One - Love

Chapter Twenty Two - Keep Me Ablaze

Chapter Twenty Three - Cursed

Chapter Twenty Four - Watercolor Eyes

Chapter Twenty Five - Demons

Chapter Twenty Six - Born to Die

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headcannons for this series:

the early years (grace edition!)

the early years (neytiri edition!)

[idrinkteawhenifeeldeadinside]

I would like to read your theories about the second season or what you think they should show us in the series👀🌚💌

Gladly !

Let star with an analysis/commentary of the pilot (and let's keep in mind that it's the pilot, not the official trailer, they didn't have the script at the time)

-> Starting with Winner getting punched in the face....good start !

-> We can deduce that all this happens 1 year after the end of season 1 (first anniversary of the death of Way). However, the discussion between Kenta and Winner suggests that they have not been together in prison for a very long time. This idea is reinforced by what Dean says "The alumni are here together". Why say it if they were in the same place from the beginning?

-> I think someone has arranged to bring them together -> the mysterious person who comes to see them?

-> Now let's look at their face : choc, surprise and for Dean, I would add fear

-> So, who is this person ? His wearing a plain black suit and seems quite tall (at least taller than the prison guard). Tony ? not convinced.....a new characters ? Maybe, but then why would all three be so shocked? Besides Tony and the X-hunter team, who else could they have in common?.......3rd option, Pete.......right now i'm 50/50 on Pete/a new characters (I will come back on my opinion about adding new characters later)

->Now to the dream sequence + CharlieBabe :

the transformation : Charlie become Way. And in Babes dream, Way seems more powerful

And i don't know how to explain it, but something feels off about Way

And of course we have Tony....

This is not Babe previous bedroom ->

I think they moved. And while I would have loved them to move in with Alan, that not happening. So there are two options, either they refurbish Babe’s childhood home or it is a new house. But why the change of residence? To escape from Tony? For them, he’s dead To get closer to Alan’s house? Maybe Or (and it’s nothing but a wishful thinking on my part) they moved because, let’s not lie to each other, the old house of Babe was clearly not made to accommodate a child.

5. Yes, I’m one of the people who wants a pregnant Babe. And I think there’s a possibility that it will happen. First of all, everything Pavel could said about season 2. And even in the trailer, at no time we have a clear vision of Babe’s lower abdomen. Moreover, Babe is radiant (pregnancies glow?) and that short moment when we see him put his hand on his lower abdomen, while having a pained expression and Charlie turning to look at him?

-> Then we have AlanJeff, still together, still cute

-> North, with two bouquets of flowers. Him and Kim seems closer now. We learn that Sonic left and is now in fashion ??? Maybe i was right in my commentary on ep9, about him making "get ready with me" video XD And North trying to play it cool...And of course, Sonic being his beautiful self.

-> the hug!!!! and Kim soft smile and then the group hug

-> Note that only Babe and Pete are dressed in all black

-> i wasn't ready for Dean being the passager princess......or Kenta being in the backseat

->And they are all three in their respective colors

-> Now, the part that makes me ask myself the most questions, the presence of Way and Tony. For Charlie, we know that it is Jeff, alone, who organized "the funeral" of him But for Way, the only people who could have organized them were Alan and Babe with the help of the other members of the team + Pete. So if Way survived, they would have know, given that they prepared the funeral…. Same with Tony, where I think Pete took care of it. He would have known, if he was still alive…….

And again, something fell off about "Way".

So what are my theories for season 2 and what would I like to see?

I don’t think it’s Way, or at least not the Way of season 1. Maybe he is being manipulated by someone or a new character who has the power to change his face? I have a weakness for this theory, because it would be possible to introduce a new character without necessarily having an additional actor. It allows me to talk about a topic mentioned quickly by Pavel and P'Chod, new characters. We already have a main cast with 12 actors, which is huge. Already in season 1 some had very little time on the screen. For example, Lee/Dean and even Benz/Kim. And in this context, they also want to integrate new important characters and therefore actors ? I much prefer the idea of having new roles played by actors already present.

Other than that :

Charlie and Babe having a baby

No break up please, it's 2024 we have overcome the need to have a break to bring drama

More racing

More detective Kim

NorthSonic, NorthSonicKim, KentaKim, NorthSonicKentaKim !!!! (what can i say, Kenta need all the love in the world)

Alan and Dean having a talk

If we have a "fake" or "manipulated" Way, i want all the angst for Pete, who knows that this is not his Way, but who desperately seeks to find him

A "forgive but not forget" storyline between Babe and Way (if it's the real one)

Tony drowning in a septic tank, please and thank you

And of course WinnerDean !!!! (i will never let them go)

Some characters growth for Winner (still a jeck)

Happy ending, no more death (i mean only Tony)

I don’t see what else to add for the moment. I really hope we get to have some more news on the 17th .

Feel free to comment your own theories or idea on season 2 !

[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 🐬💕

[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

[dia-souls]

Diabolik lovers Angel and Devil Story [ Epilogue ] + CG

Epilogue

Everywhere was full of laughter. A colorful and beautiful world in which I lived happily. It was an endless joy because I had everything. I had wealth, love and family at the same time and I thought I was the happiest person in the world. I loved this happiness and wished it would never end.

Losing everything made me enter darkness for life. But this darkness was not beautiful. This darkness drowned me in an endless nightmare. A nightmare from which there was no escape. All the doors were closed on me and no one could hear my cries and pleas. I was alone in this darkness.

I have never seen the dark color of life. But my life did not remain colorful and happy forever. I was a child who had everything. But I lost all my possessions in just one day. Not only did I lose everything, but I also lost my beliefs.

When I entered this darkness and became even more alone than before, I decided to let go of the only little belief I had left. This belief was the reason for my life until then. And by losing this belief, I will no longer live. I was alive and looked at the world in silence and loneliness. I had lost my faith in love.

Everyone said that love is the only reason for human life. But I no longer live among people as a human being. I was a devil. A devil who is going to take revenge on innocent people because of his bitter past and torture them. Yes, if I cannot live a happy life, then no one has the right to experience a happy life.

When I lost my humanity. I forgot to live as a human being. I forgot all the beliefs of people. I forgot love and kindness and the warmth of a romantic hug.

I was drowned in this darkness and my soul was getting darker and darker in silence every day. My dark heart polluted my soul every day and invited me to more hellish nightmares. These nightmares did not end. Every day these nightmares became more and more frightening and stole the peace of a small dream from me.

In loneliness, I was losing my hope forever, I had come to believe that there is no love and that people only pretend to love, but in reality they are scary demons hiding behind the mask of their fake smiles.

While I was walking towards death on the dark road, I heard a familiar voice from a familiar song. This voice was very beautiful. It was like the voice of an angel. And the song she sings reminds me of my past. This lullaby was very familiar to me. Someone used to whisper this lullaby in my ear and caress my head so that I don't have nightmares.

How is it possible that you also know this lullaby? Why is your voice so beautiful? How can you charm me just by singing a lullaby? I don't know who you are but I know only one thing. And that is that the sound of your lullaby has saved me from death.

This beautiful voice was ringing in my ears in the dark and calling my name. After hearing this voice, I could see the light again. The light that encouraged me to go towards freedom. This was very bright and beautiful. This light was the path to my freedom. The way to free me from my dark heart to return to life and find happiness and love again.

At that moment when I felt that I could no longer live in this world, only one thing could change my mind. It was you. You are my beautiful goddess. You are my dear lover. You were the legendary Eve who saved me from the dark prison of my heart and brought me back to life and gave me your love as a gift.

Every moment I look into your pure and innocent eyes, I see life. You are the reason for my life. You were the one who gave me this happiness and beautiful life. But I did not see it. I was a monster who ignored all your feelings and pure love and left you in the heart of darkness and sadness.

But I came back. I came back because without you I felt that something is missing in my life. Something I can't live without. What made me see the light of love and hope again after being imprisoned in my dark heart. I came back because I know that I need you because you are my Eve.

My destiny was not to be with you. I was not destined to have you for myself. But I don't want to surrender to this fate anymore. Because this is not the fate of you and me. This is not our destiny. I want to stay with you to make our own destiny. I want to stay by your side to change this fate.

The past of both of us is full of sadness and longing. We both lost our families and were lost in loneliness. We were accepting our fate until we found each other and realized how much we love each other.

I searched for your lullaby when I realized that my heart would sink into darkness again without you. The pleasant voice of your lullaby guided me towards the light of freedom. When I reached that light, I saw you. You are the angel who saved me from this darkness and gave me freedom.

After finding you, I came to you to stay close to you. So that I can see your sweet smile again. I came next to you to hug you again and feel the warmth of your arms again. I came forward to kiss your cold and soft lips again and experience the feeling of life again. I came near you to experience this love again.

I don't care what and who wants to take you from me. I will never leave you again. I don't care what my fate is, I will change this fate to stay with you.

I experienced the beauty of life again with you and I don't want to lose this happiness anymore. I want to stay by your side forever and ever. My beautiful Eve. You are my dear angel.

Fate asked us to stay apart, but we overcome this fate and build our family together. We will never be separated again because we will not surrender to this fate.

Yui, my dear Eve, please sing me your lullaby again with your beautiful voice. I want to listen to your sweet voice forever. My dear Yui, please call my name many times, I want to always feel your love for me. Yui, come back to my arms, I want to feel the warmth of your heart forever.

You are my beautiful angel. Please stay with me forever. Let's change our fate and stay together.

[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).

[daemonoferror]

Ouuhuhou Scarlet Hollow fanfic, that sounds so good! If it’d be fun for you I’d suggest a little reese fix it moment , like hurt comfort fluff in his basement before stuff goes down! If not that’s all chill too ^^

I'm so sorry this took me like, a month to write- I still hope you like it!

It'll be Okay

Of all the terrible things that have happened this week, being barricaded in a basement against your will isn't the worst. It’s easier to cope with when you tell yourself you're just spending time with Reese. Except he's the reason you're trapped, and he's not the most reassuring person right now. He’s completely restless and jittery. That kind of unhinged, uncontrollable excitement you see people act in movies. He pretends to be okay, but he’s clearly not. He’s just witnessed a betrayal very few have to handle, and no matter how excited for the future he is, the hurt that’s happening now will take a long time to heal.

You’re not very interested in the movie you’re watching. Instead you’re watching him. His wide eyes as he rambles about the aspects of the movie. His fidgeting hands and subconscious foot tapping. His demeanor could seem impatient or annoyed, regardless of the big grin he wears. The movie isn’t fast paced enough to keep up with him. When he interrupts again with a factoid about a scene you haven’t watched yet, you turn the TV off. “A movie might be too much for you right now, man.” You answer his disappointed, questioning look. “Are you feeling okay?

"Yeah, I feel fine- great, actually! My body must be adjusting without the poison. I'm getting better, healthier! I'm doing great!" Reese responds, his words rushed. The reasoning doesn't sit well with you. The poison was flushed out within hours of not taking it? A deadly poison he's been fed for at least a decade? The body doesn't work that fast.

You frown, "Are you sure you're not like, upset? This is a lot to process, Reese, maybe you need to talk about it-”

“I don’t know what there is to talk about!” Reese interrupts you, "The doc has been poisoning me for the past decade, and I've practically been a prisoner down here for the same amount of time." He says, and his smile falters a bit. His bouncing leg is nearly vibrating, he stands up and starts quickly pacing around his room to try to calm down.

You want to drop it, but there’s this sinking feeling, something telling you there’s something wrong here, more than you know. "I just. . . I feel like your mom had to have a reason. Nothing in Scarlet Hollow seems this transparent." You’re a little meek to say it while Reese is doing so poorly. He does tense at your words, for only a moment. From where you're seated, his ears look pointier, his nails longer before he balls his hands into fists. 

"You don't have to defend her. And don’t call her that. She lost that right." Reese strains to control his anger, "I don't care what her reasons are, it doesn't change anything." He paces faster, glaring at the ground. The changes you could've blamed on a trick of the light or mind are obvious now, and very real.

“Reese?” You slowly stand up and reach out to him. “Are you-”

“Yes! I mean no- I’m-. . .I’m just mad.” He growls, and brings a hand up to hold his head. He looks taller, his skin a sort of gray color. "Everything I used to blame on my illness was really just because of her. I had to drop out of school because of her. I couldn't go out or hang out with my friends because of her. I thought I could die any day because of her." Each word is spoken with more unearthed resentment until he’s nearly yelling. All of these little changes start to come together to make him look nothing like the reese you know. His sweater tears as his shoulder widen and arms grow. His face droops like molded clay, sharp teeth poking out of his mouth. "And I'm still just trapped in her basement, waiting on her to leave. Why should I wait on her any longer? Why does she get to live when she's stolen my life from me?" His anger boils over to a snapping point. It feels like the world freezes around him as the plan takes shape, staring at the door with wide eyes and new, morbid motivation. "Stay here. I'll be right back." His voice is lower, malice. The monster treks towards the stairs, and you're mortified.

 “Reese- Reese please wait-” Your voice trembles witnessing the scene in front of you. The paintings come to life, bubbling under the surface and reaching out for purchase in this world. You try to step towards him, but you can’t move. Looking down, painted hands seep from his art to hold your feet in place. You struggle against it as Reese ignores your pleas.

“This has to be done.” He ensures. He only climbs a few steps before your struggle with the paint ends, squashing it under your shoes with a splat. You hardly think before you collide into him in an embrace. Maybe it was meant more to restrain him- a fruitless attempt against his new beastly size- but it works as a sign of affection that throws him off. He stumbles a bit, and seems to shrink ever so slightly in your arms. It leaves him speechless, frozen in place, with his long arms raised to not touch you. 

When you feel him shaking above him, you immediately think you did something wrong- hurt him or angered him- and take it as a sign to step away from him. His breathing is heavy and short, his snout scrunched up and nostrils flaring. His face is twisted in pain. Agonized and conflicted with a far off gaze. His eyes dart to look down at you, the glow in them dims, soft and glossy. One hand reaches out for you, the claws graze your arm before he pauses, wide eyes taking in the look of his monstrous appearance for the first time. "Oh... I'm-... I'm sorry-" His voice is less than a whimper as he pushes past you, stumbling down the stairs with unfamiliar legs. 

"It's okay-" You quickly say, following his path until he collapses to the floor with his back to you. "I'm alright." You ensure your voice is soft, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder. 

He hides his face as well as he can in his hands, but it is clear when you hear a sob that he’s crying. "Why-" He starts, so many emotions built behind the one word. There's hundreds of things he could ask, questions neither of you have the answer to. "Why would she do this? What did I do? What's… What's wrong with me?" He asks,

"There isn't anything wrong with you. This isn't your fault." You tell him the only thing you're (mostly) confident in. 

"Bullshit." He scoffs, and his ears twist down. He finally turns to you and the anger simmers away again. "I was going to kill her. I could've hurt you." 

"But I'm fine! Not a scratch on me." You reassure him, sitting down next to him. He flinches a bit when you wrap an arm around his shoulder, removing it to not make him uncomfortable. "Look. I've only known you for like, two days. But I know that you're sweet and kind. I trust that you would never hurt me." 

He looks at you, and there's this tiny voice that tells him he could easily crush you, and he feels nauseous. "I don't like this." He sighs in defeat, hugging his arms across his torso. That voice tells him he's lying- like a constant need to be at odds with himself. "I guess… I do though? It's easier to breathe. I just don't-" When he looks into your eyes, he's at a loss for words again. "I don't..." He thinks he'll get lost in them, the nagging thoughts quieting like he's been riddled with stage fright. "I don't want to do something I'd regret." He finally pieces together. "I don't want to be a monster."

You grin softly and take his hand. "You're not a monster. You're Reese. You're human." You tell him, sure in your words. He uses his free hand to wipe away tears that were beginning to form. Finally his features start to shrink into something just more human as he tries to return the smile. A quiet sob bubbles up and he uses all his strength to not start weeping. He awkwardly pulls you into a hug, your face pressed against his chest. He holds you tight, as silent tears roll down his cheeks. 

"Thank you." He says with a sniffle after minutes of staying like this, rubbing circles into his back. He holds onto you like a lifeline, and you're not sure he ever intends on letting go of you.

The moment is ruined when you hear stomping from upstairs, and Doc Kelly yelling for Reese. He tenses and squeezes you tighter, maybe too tight. "Hey, it's okay." You mumble, soothing and softly, and his muscles relax enough for you to pull away. You look up at the ceiling, placing in your mind where the mad doctor could be before facing Reese, "Maybe I could try to talk to her-"

"No." He gasps, and you start to see his features shifting again. "Especially not without me." He spits. 

Your shoulders droop and you sigh. It was a mad idea in the first place. You decide to change the topic, hoping to distract him. "Come on, it's getting late, you've gotta be tired." You use his loose grip on your arm to pull him towards the bed. He's definitely confused; and probably disappointed you're not encouraging the fight, but he lets you drag him away. You lay down first, and scooch as far back as you can, your back pressing against the cold brick wall.

"Are you sure we shouldn't try to leave now? I don't have to hurt her, I could just like- shove her out of the way or something?" Reese shrugs, hesitant to crawl in beside you.

"I'd rather just avoid her instead of risking it. Please, just humor me? We'll get you out of here soon, safely. Just relax for now." 

Reese sighs, "Fine." And lays down beside you. "Do you have a plan then?"

"Take a nap. And at like 2 or 3 am or so we sneak back to the estate." You shrug, scooching towards him to get away from the cold wall.

"What if she doesn't fall asleep?" His voice waivers, imagining the many ways this could end with you hurt.

"We break a window or something? I don't know. At some point she's going to think you simmered down, right?" Maybe it's true your plan isn't great, but even if you're just prolonging the inevitable, it's worth it to be here with him. 

"I'm not sure. I don't remember the last time this happened. If this has happened?" He picks at his nails anxiously, remembering the logs of his "episodes" in the book he found. 

"Well, we'll figure it out. It'll be okay." You assured him.

"Thanks. For being here with me. And for not running away. I'm glad I met you." He says with a sigh, moving to press his forehead against yours.

"I'm glad I met you, too. And I'm happy I'll get to spend more time with you." You lace your fingers with his to hold his hand, closing your eyes, feeling safe next to him. "You still think you'll come home with me?"

"Yeah." He answers without skipping a beat. "What's it like in your town anyways?"

You snort, "Hm, you'll think it's boring. There's no ditchlings, or mine collapses, or vengeful ghost hauntings." You hum, amused, a small smile tugging at your lips as your eyes droop shut. 

"And no one transforming into…" He trails off, but the question is clear.

You hum a negatory. "No one like you. You've got no competition."

It wasn't what he meant when he asked, but your answer made him flush, "Oh… good." 

"But I can't stress this enough though: the cat's a complete asshole. He's terrible, you'll love him." You chuckle, and Reese reciprocates it.

"I've never had a cat, it'll be fun." Reese shrugs confidently.

"Yeah? Then you can clean his litter box. He tries to kick all of it out as soon as you're done, by the way. And when he does go he usually misses. He's a terror." You reiterate. 

"Damn. Maybe he just doesn't like you. I'm sure we'll be best friends though." He teases, and nudges your arm. 

"If he likes you more than me I'm throwing one of you out." You laugh and nudge him back. "I'm kidding."

"You better be! You can't get rid of me that easily." He jokes, comfortable silence falling over the two of you after. "I'm really excited about this. It sounds so nice to just- live and explore the city with you."

"Yeah. Wait till you try all the food you've been robbed of for years." You try not to yawn, "No more plain pasta for you. You're getting the greasiest pizza, richest chocolate cake, soda- whatever you want. I'll even make you anything you want. If you don't get a stomachache in the first week, I've failed you."

Reese laughs, "That all sounds great… more or less."

"It will be." You sigh and mutter after, "I'm just happy to be part of your new life." Your eyes are heavy, yawning again. You want to keep talking but you can't, wrapping your arm around Reese as you fall asleep. 

Sleep doesn't find Reese as easily though. He listens for any noise or indication of trouble. His eyes dart to any movement out the window, jumps at every creak in the floor boards above. But nothing happens. Even the ditchlings don't make their regular visits. He finally relaxes enough just to stare at your sleeping face, and he starts to think things will all be okay.

[thefanciestborrower]

Haha lol Ice Emperor goes Brrrr

[Ice Emperor but slightly to the left]It was midnight when the little boy and his formling companion stepped into his hall. His guards had long-since informed him of their arrival to the realm, and though he cared little for the goings on of those outside of his kingdom, he couldn’t say he wasn’t curious. A young boy and a wolf formling traveling together directly toward him? What madness had befallen the outer realms?The formling was taller, older, and more prepared by the looks of her. The Emperor’s eyes narrowed minutely, drifting to the boy as he all-but shuffled his way forward. His clothes were ratty, torn at the edges and faded, though he thought he saw a green 5 printed in the corner of the odd shirt-cowl combination he was shrouded in. When he spoke, frost coated his lips, his breath leaving in a plume of icy white. “What business do you have here to come so rudely unannounced?” His voice echoed, rattling his chest and filling the hall. The boy shivered under his gaze. A breath as sharp as a spear left the lump of black fabric that was the boy, harsh and sudden. When the silence lasted too long, his patience thinned.“Speak, if you wish to live.”The formling snarled as she spoke, stepping in front of the boy in the same moment. “You destroyed my people!” her voice came as a shout, the metal of his staff humming in his grip with her words. “You killed my brother!” The Ice Emperor was never a patient kind. Ice crackled as he freed his idle hand. “And you will pay for—”Like a bolt from a crossbow, ice rushed up against her, crystalizing to her arms and legs as more rose from the ground to trap all but her head. “Enough,” he snapped, standing with the shattering of the ice that grew across his throne. “I know nothing of your brother, little wolf, and I care naught for your feelings on the matter.” A thump of his staff on the ground as he turned to look to the shadow lingering behind the formling. “You, boy. What is your purpose in my land?”The younger puffed out his chest, standing up straighter as he spoke with a sound that wavered at the edges with fear. “I’m looking for my friend.” A tilt of The Emperor’s head had him sputtering to continue. “His name’s Zane—he's—he’s not from here. He’s a nindroid.”Nindroid. The word was unfamiliar to him. Foreign. “My… scanner says he’s here.”The Emperor huffed, minuscule shards of ice making the plume of air sparkle. “I have no ‘Zane’ among my ranks.” The boy’s eyes were a wide green. Something about the color made his memory chip spark with… something, but it eluded him even as the boy spoke. “What about your prison—”The feeling was overwritten. Ice crawled up the Emperor’s shoulders as he bore down on the boy, looming over him and pointing his staff to his forehead. “There will be no speak of releasing my prisoners. They are usurpers—villainous criminals. They can rot in their cells.” He turned on his heel, free hand waving in dismissal. “Leave here, little boy. I have entertained your questions long enough.”“But—”A glare over his shoulder. “Silence.”The boy, it seemed, was a stupid sort. “But I can’t go home without Zane!”The thin line of patience the Emperor had for the child’s questions snapped. A hand buried itself into the boy’s coat, hauling him up to eye-level. “You will leave.” “I—” There was a hardness in the boy’s eyes. A determination. “I won’t leave without Zane! He’s here, I know—”It was an impulsive sort of feeling that had his wrist panel snapping open, a single blue-green leaf fluttering into freedom. The Emperor didn’t know where he got such leaves, nor did Vex, but it felt right as it landed on the boy’s forehead, the dust of the dried plant shimmering as it hit skin.The boy was suddenly not boy-sized. The Emperor had to readjust quickly, his free hand wrapping around the child’s waist and chest as he whined and cried. Yes, the back of his mind cheered as another piece of the puzzle that was his memory fell into place. The tea shrinks. From there, it was something to the feeling of muscle memory to lift the boy to his face, a finger dislodging his mask from his face as he opened his mouth. In his hand, the boy squeaked, and—for lack of a better word—wailed, as if the wind itself had possessed him. Still, the Emperor was careful of his teeth for a reason he could not pinpoint as he slipped the doll-sized child into his mouth and, with only the barest hesitation, he swallowed.The Emperor wasn’t necessarily good at it. He couldn’t remember a time where he’d actually eaten anything, and the boy was swathed in bundles of fabric that made getting him past his collar very irritating. Still, the process was almost… easy. Natural, as if he’d done it countless times. Perhaps it had something to do with his past rule.As his apparent captive made his way past the Emperor’s chest, he turned back to the formling, eyes lazy as he slipped his mask into place again. “Vex,” he said, skimming over the girl’s face as tears streaked her cheeks and her breath hitched. “Bring this one to the dungeons.”With that, he moved back to his throne, only somewhat paying mind to the light, fluttery movements from within that sent something soft and warm trailing up his circuits.

[weirdlet]

This is what I've noodled out for tomorrow's game. It's rough, but so was this week.

After three days of purification, breathing in incense and bathing in seawater, it’s down to this.  The Harbormaster has come forth from his seclusion, clad in sail cloth and sea glass, escorted by the silver ladies who had instructed and guided him.  He’s a vision like dawn upon the waters, the colors that the sun turns the clouds when the moon is setting.

At least, that’s what the Selunite priestesses tell him.  But the last of his nervousness was banished when they had brushed out his hair with his mother’s ivory comb, and chased out further evil by parting it with a spear that had killed a great whale.  There’s nothing more to be done for him on the spiritual side, and as for looks- well, he’s confident in that as well.  Walking out amid the bustling of last-minute preparations, barrels of wine and ale and broad trestles being loaded with food, he holds his head high and his wings proudly mantled.

Burton stands at the ready, looking very gruff and official as he speaks the words to sanction this ceremony on the deck of his ship.  The old pirate has had great fortune in his dealings with Leilon, maintaining the open port with its easy restrictions on most things but a strict ban on slavers, and a steady stream of profit has flowed into the town coffers with only a little diversion into the pockets of his own.  Glory gives him a knifelike grin as they assemble in their places.

When prompted, he stands with his back to the groom’s party, wings hooked over his shoulders like a cloak.  The priestess sets the silver mirror in his hand, and he tilts his head up to look with unclouded eyes, rotating it this way and that as he takes a glimpse at his beloved, in all the many phases to come.

Young and old, sickness and health.  A vicious, feral thing, with greased hair and wild eyes.  A child grown hungry and cold, reaching out to any that would make him feel safe and strong.  The serene, collared prisoner he had once known, had initially feared- and then loved, when he had learned that the calm was no front, but simply hard-won and true.

An old, old man, with long grey beard and white robes and the same dark eyes, peers out of a wrinkle-seamed face- and winks at him, smile still broad and warm.

“I’ll take him,” Glory says, a chuckle caught in his chest.  The priestess smiles, and takes the mirror from his hand.  Next it’s his turn to stand about and be reflected, to show himself to his betrothed in all his flaws and radiance, and let them be considered in turn.

It’s not for him to know what Carver sees there, but after a long moment, he can just tell by the set of his shoulders- the answer is yes, yes, of course he’ll have him.

They touch the mast, the centerpoint fixed and ever true, even if all the world is moving around them.  A red ribbon is bound around their hands, tying them to it, as vulnerable as if for a lashing, and before a hungry crowd just the same.  Carver produces the knife, small and clean, made especially for this task and unsullied by any other purpose.

Bloodied palm and bloodied lip, bound to the wood and the soul of the ship.  The silver lady, with her net and veil, opens her palms and bids them speak.

“The tide rises; the tide falls.  Speak now a truth that is constant as the waves.”

Glory opens his mouth, his voice feeling cracked despite the honeywine and special teas in the days leading up to this moment.

“Yours was the first open hand offered to me- without condition, without pause.  You make me feel holy without ever once changing what I am.”  His free hand touches his chest.  “You helped me become a man.  I want you by my side, here or there or anywhere.”

“The tide rises; the tide falls.  Speak now a truth that is constant as the shore.”

Carver drowns him in his dark eyes, long and gentle, before his answer rumbles up from his chest.

“You give ease to my soul in ways I never thought possible.  A wild thing choosing to rest in my hand, trust unearned- you helped me become a person again.  I would have you with me through all the trials of this life and the next.”

“The tide rises; the tide falls.  Speak now a truth that is constant as the stars.”

Together, now; “We were promised nothing in this life- but we promised each other.  And that is greater than all the many treasures of the worlds.”

The priestess frames her hands in the crescent that cradles the sky.

“By my duty, and the light that guides, I see it done, and say it is so.  Captain, do you also say this is done?”

“Aye- by the duty of my office, and the rightness of this ship, I do see and say that it has been done right and proper- and I give my leave.  Ring the bell, bo’sun!”  The ship’s bell clangs, ringing out across the gathered witnesses on the docks and the salt-air of the harbor.  And even as the cheer goes up, the rumbling voices of the gathered crew rise above it, singing of the mooring-song, for when a sailor finds their bride ashore.

I’ll sail no more- no breezes blow

I’ll stay becalmed within these waters, I won’t go away

I’ll sail no more- my search is through

For the wonder that I found, I found was you…

[redrydersrequiem]

Lost and found family

(That’s right I hopped onto the avatar 2 wagon Everyone is slightly aged up in this im just trying to get shit to work so bare with me neteyem is 21 so is reader. I’m still a new writer and this hasn’t been profed) bold means Navi language

My name is Caspian lane. The year is ( ) when I was ten the man that basically raised me went off to another planet in the place of his twin brother. I waited five years before I was told Jake wasn’t coming back. At 16 I joined the marines the youngest I could be since I had no actual guardians. For years I climbed the ranks and became a marine just like Jake until the RAD came and found me. They told me that Jake had been captured, and has been the Navis leader Toruk Maktos prisoner all this time. That they were putting a team together to go and find and rescue him and the others that were captured. I should have known this all was a lie but the prospect of Jake being safe is all I heard. I joined without a second thought.

Present day, I arrived on Pandora but not as a human. I left earth as an almost 30 year old red headed human who spent her formative years training to be a soldier working towards one goal. Now I'm 20 or at least my body is.. I'm a Navi now, the indigenous species here. It’s definitely different being so tall and blue but hey I've always liked the color blue. I definitely miss my red hair but after braiding a piece of it into my new body’s hair,I'm getting used to this.

Today I met Quartich and his crew. The general explained that they were called the blue team and that they were there to help find and rescue Jake with me. I'm grateful to them, having more than one person will definitely be advantageous but They are a little rough around the edges, all definitely being way more guarded with me then each other. Oh well I'm not here to make friends, I'm here to save my family.

We’re all dropped off in the forest, everyone super vigilante as we make our way to an old outpost station they are looking for clues in. The station is decrepit and overgrown with vegetation. I simply look around in wonder at the nature around us as quaritch and his goons look into the body that was left there. A noise captures my attention, I turn back to see if the others heard it but they’re still preoccupied with their own searches. The noise is heard again and I know I shouldn’t go off on my own but my gut tells me there’s no danger. I slowly make my way over and see children. Three Navi children and one human one. Wait why are there children here, but before i can speak they all are intercepted by the others and manhandled to the ground

“Hey hey stop, they're just kids what are y'all doing!”

“Stand down corporal.-quaritch

“No they are kids were not here to hurt anyone this is a search and rescue mission i say as i get in his face. Now let these kids go.”

“You know I've been real patient with your nonsense but now I think it's time to pop that bubble.

Next thing I know, pain explodes across my cheek as I fall to the floor, one of the other soldiers grabbing me and putting me in the same position as the children.

“What the fuck?”

“Shut up lane. I've been patient but here's the real talk: we aren't here to save Jake Sully, we are here to kill him, for the traitor that he is.”

“What?”

“Yes sir, your dear old jake isn't a prisoner here he’s their damn leader. And we’ve come to stop him starting here.”

“Look sir this one has five fingers” one of the others shouts as he holds up the teen girl's hand.

“Well would you look at that. What about you boy, let me see your hands.”

The young male then flips quaritch off. And damn if he didn’t remind me of someone right there.”

“Well i'll be damned your his”

“What are you talking about?”

“These kids belong to none other than our dear jake sully.”-quaritch

“What.” I look around looking at the children. “They’re jakes?”

“And now that we have them, well for sure be able to lure Jake and that she demon he’s married to out in the open.”

“No I can’t let this happen, I won't let these children get hurt.

“Well I can’t wait to see how you try and stop us. Captain call the ship for Rendezvous and tell them we have captives and a traitor.”

“Sir yes sir.”

All I can do is thrash in the soldiers hold as my temper gets the best of me. How dare these hired guns lie to me. All my thrashing earns me though is a swift punch to the gut,knocking all the air out of me. On the ground now I try to think of a plan but all I can focus on is the scared looks on the kids faces.

“Hey, ugh hey: gaining their attention. “What are your names? Im caspian”

“Tuk”. The smallest child states the others shush her as the soldiers echos be quiet to all of us

“Ignore them. Tuk is a pretty name. I'm sorry you guys are in this mess but I promise you with every fiber of my being i won't let these guys hurt you.

They all look at each other and come to a silent consensus that im telling the truth. And silently introducing themselves to me.

“Why are you here? The older girl ask me

“I came here to find my family, your father.”

“You know our dad?”. Lo’ak asks softly

“Yes, Jake and Tommy basically raised me. So when Tommy died Jake went off here to make sure that we could get by and his salary alone was enough to last us years. So he took the job. I thought this whole time he had been captured and was being held captive so I worked hard and joined up to become blue and be able to rescue him. I guess now that I think about it there’s some holes in my plans.

“You think!” the human boy spider comments.

“Hey im still young cut me a break I’m here aren’t I.

“Can it you.” Quaritch commands as he walks toward spider .While they are talking I take in my surroundings. It’s gotten dark and the rain lightly pours. They've disarmed me from my gun but they forget I'm every much a marine as they are as I subtly pull out a smoke grenade from my belt. The kids all come to attention when a light clicking noise is heard in the wind.

“Kids look at me. They all turn their heads. Lo’ak seeing what I’m doing. subtle nods and motions to the other.

“Kids run!” I yell as I release the Grenade, the soldiers dropping the kids as they get away.

“I wrestle with the one holding me as an arrow suddenly flies through his head. I hid for cover. No idea what's going on as long as the kids were able to get away that's all I cared about.

The sullys pov

“Hey hey "Jake yells as he sees his children all running towards him.

“Dad dad.”

“Tuk you're ok. Are you all ok” as he goes and checks on his children

“Yes the lady helped us dad she helped us.”

“What who helped you”

“A lady, she said she knew you”. - Kiri

“She said her name was caspian”- lo’ak

Caspian what what are you talking about- jake

“Yeah she’s the young one with the red braid, she helped us, we have to help her”- kiri

“Ok Kiri ok right now i'm not worried about that i just want to make sure you're all safe ok. You guys get to the Irkrans now, Neteyams there, go now.

Jake watches his children leave as he goes to help his mate.

Caspians pov

The kids got away and now arrows and bullets are flying through the air as the colonel calls for the others to capture the kids or the ones firing at them an arrow narrowly missing his head

“Is that you mrs sully” i hear quaritch yell out into the air

“Demon" I hear being called back. “ I don't know how you are here but I will kill you as many times as I have to” the colonel Finally reloading begins to run ramped once again shooting towards the tops of the covered trees.

Wait he said misses sully that means jakes here. Getting up I weave through the vines and trees towards the Colonel trying to take out whoever I can with the small pistol I have left. The one I believe named Prager gets in my way thinking he intimidates me. But I've gone my whole military career having men underestimate me and me putting them on their asses so that's exactly what I did. Jumping up and kicking Prager in the face I beat him to the ground putting two shots into his chest. Another rounds the tree though making eye contact with me lifting his AR ready to fire when a hatchet flies through the trees making its target in his head.

That’s when I saw him. He's taller, with dreaded hair and paint on his face, but before I can say anything bullets again fly through the air sending everyone to cover however they can. I see in the distance the new Navi fighting with the others exchanging blows as the command ship finally comes into view. There's no way I'm letting these bastards go without a fight. All of the remaining team blue are retreating as I see quaritch pick up a fallen rocket launcher. Oh hell no. I run full force and tackle him to the ground a moment too late however if the ringing in my ears from the explosion hitting the big tree is an indicator.

“Lane i must say you are definitely living up to your name sake on being a pain in my ass”

All i can do is hiss at quaritch as he bring out his knife

“You all lied to me and I don't take kindly to that.” With that said the fight is

on,

Blows being landed back to back but quaritch definitely has the advantage with the knife in his hand. Just barely keeping up when I hear yelling from my side. I see the others have somehow captured spider. Slinging him over their shoulder to board the ship. The distraction costs me, for the next second there’s a knife now plugged into my side

“Let's see how long you last with that corporal”. Quaritch sarcastically says as he pulls the knife out and hustles over to the ropes to board the ship. All I can do is stumble away as I watch them get away in the midst of the smoke.

The knife wound in my side definitely is not fun. Jesus did he use the biggest thing he had. I'm resting against the side of a tree trying to keep the bleeding minimal. When the foliage in front of me moves to the side revealing a Navi woman with yellow face paint and a bow to my face.

“Wait wait, I'm friendly”. I try to get out as I try to show that I have no weapons but moving both hands is impossible unless I want to bleed out faster than I already am. She says something, probably signaling her companion as he now comes out or the foliage.

“Who are you, why did you help us”, he surprisingly says in English

“My name is Caspian Lane. I'm here to find my family.”

“Wait what did you say your name was”

The male asks and I finally look up. We both make eye contact and the longer i look at him the more recognizable he becomes

“Jake?….. is that really you.”

“How do you know me? who are you?”

“It’s me, Caspian,You and your brother practically raised me as a kid. That ringing any bells”

Jake steps towards me, the woman saying something to him but I guess by his words when he turns back to her she no longer considers me a threat as the arrow is no longer pointed at me.

“Are you really little Cassie?”

“Yup it's me jake it's really me.”

“How are you here? How are you Navi? I Have so many questions.”

“Oh trust me so do i but could you first help me out a little im kinda bleeding out”

“Oh shit” Jake comes to my side and lifts my hands to look at the wound. He curses under his breath as he begins to put pressure on the wound.

“Damn we need to get you taken care of, neytiri we need to get her to mo’at.

“Jake,bag there’s a cauterizer”

“What I'm not.”

“Jake im not going to make a journey with this kind of wound take the round device out of my pack and use it”

Jake hesitantly does as i say telling the woman to come and hold my side

“Listen i'm not gonna lie this is gonna hurt but i've got you little red i've got you

“Ha little red I haven’t been called that in.. ahhhhhhh”

All thought is gone from my head as the pain infiltrates. Until nothingness and the world goes dark.

Jakes pov

I can’t believe she’s here. How is this happening right now, the young girl I thought I'd never see again and unfortunately haven’t thought of in several years is here now in front of me as a Navi. She looks young about the age of neteyam. She looks the same and not, probably much like i did in the beginning when I transferred to my avatar. The wound wasn’t looking good.

“Neyteri come, I need you to hold her on the other side so she doesn’t jerk away when I do this.”

“Are you sure of the person ma jake”

“Yes I'll explain everything once we're out of here but first we need to help her.”

Turning back to Caspian, I take the tool in my hand and prepare to use it. I gently take her face in my palm to make her look into my eyes.

“Hey little red i've got you ive got you. I speak softly before beginning to cauterize the wound. Her scream resonates in my ears until i feel her body going limp

“Shit, cassy, caspian can you hear me.”

“She’s passed out from the pain ma jake we need to get her to mo’at.

“Yeah yeah I’ll grab her, can you grab her stuff.”

“Yes”

“Good come, let's go home. The kids are waiting.”

The sullys leave, venturing home with a very interesting friend in tow.

I did my best drawing this. Caspian in here human clothes

[dynamic-k]

I just saw 'The Dark Lord' in a fic that wasn't even about ava/avm.

I SWEAR I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HYPERFIXATED ON A FANDOM-

anyway i need to actually ask a question now.

Okay, I'm fairly sure that the Government is one of the antagonists of Arc 2.

sooo... What is the Government's intentions? Why were the two people watching the clip of Second's powers? The Government is an organisation -I think-, so who is allowed to know their plans? What are their plans?

Are they targeting Vic, Second, Chosen, or Dark? OR Kaori or ALan?

wait i just reread and I think it says Second is the primary focus.

Also it says:

'I'd always assumed the main objective with collecting all these powered individuals was so we could make some, I don't know, supreme ultra powerful stick or an ultimate individual source of energy.'

AYO? WHY ARE THEY REFERRING TO THE 'powered individuals' LIKE POKEMON CARDS?!? why did i say that iv never even played pokemon

'Collecting'?

Oh yeah why does Vic Chosen Dark and Second even have powers in the first place? Same with like- the villains.

Nearly all the heroes and villains have powers, so I'm excited to see Color Gang as heroes without powers, just tech.

I've always liked seeing people without powers and just technology and/or their talents beating people who just rely on their powers.

I'm not sure why. I think that's why I like Agent so much more than the others.

Thanks for listening to me ramble and Have a great day!!

-R

also for the crossover ramble- i dont actually have any ideas and my brain is just drawing a blank. A blank, empty, sad, depressing, endless void.

[aha not me referring to a story that i made xd]

I TOO DO EXACTLY THAT-

Literally in any other media where there is a Dark Lord- I just think of a certain hollowheaded red boi, with no regard to the color scheme of this other fandom Dark Lord- XD

I also have never been this hyperfixated on a fandom- XD My favorite fandom ever in ever. You and I are best friends now. XD

O v O Well well well~ Somebody is poking around for info on the Government within Super Sticks~ Whatever shall I do-

They are an organization, yes. They rule a lot of areas, but are not all-powerful or in a position of full-on tyranny.

There are places that are private property, owned by a single stick or perhaps two sticks, and leased or available for public usage, that the Government cannot do much about. There are also small organizations of some groups of sticks, that built up their businesses to help improve the city. The properties they own and let the public around also is unable to be touched or interfered with via Government hands.

One of those such places, is the police station that Vic is currently imprisoned inside. Government cannot touch him there, even though they are very well aware that Vic has powers. They were quite put off and frustrated when Vic made arrangements for both himself and Primal to go to that specific prison~

[The non-Government station itself and the guards/officers thereof actually don't know Vic has powers right now. This fact comes into play later, for a future scene I have already written~]

They are... targetting a LOT of sticks, actually- XD They even have code names for some of the higher priority sticks, as seen when "Target Amnesia" was mentioned.

Second is the highest priority thoouugghhhh~ I wwoooOoonnndeeerr whhhhhyyyyyY~ >:D

Every currently imprisoned stick in the Government right now: ...Yeah, I guess we're Pokemon cards now- It's accurate-

XD I love Pokemon, although I've only seen Indigo League. I wouldn't say I'm necessarily into the fandom either, but from what I have seen of the show I have loved dearly.

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| Oh yeah why does Vic Chosen Dark and Second even have powers in the first place? Same with like- the villains. |

....

[*looks at canonically powerless Alan*]

[*side eyes Kaori*]

I have absolutely no idea. I don't believe I have the faintest notion what you're insinuating. [*nervous sweating*]

Now- Anyone with abilities, obviously it's genetics where the ability came from.

Hence, Rum: the mother of Vodka and Whiskey, shares a similar power. Jade has a different power, but he is Rum's husband so he's family though not by blood. And the Alcoholic Twins ended up inheriting their Mom's powers rather than their Dad's, so nobody except me at the moment knows what Jade can do, ehehehehhee

The title of Pretzel might have something to do with it, but that is ALLLLLLLL I will be saying on that front- /total-lie, I-can't-keep-my-mouth-shut, /silly

Color Gang is absolutely going to be epic with their non-powers, I will say this much. I AM VERY EXCITED TO SHARE WITH EVERYONE WHAT THEY'LL BE ABLE TO DO, but I gotta break it to the readers slowly over the course of the four building the upgrades-

I do got the specifics all figured out, thoughhh~~ Not the names, yet- But the upgrades for each quadruplet, I have that down and ready to implement into the plot at will.

Canon!Agent is so cool, yes- I think he may be my favorite as well! [although I LOVE HAZARD so much too...] And! That is one of the big reasons why, as he doesn't even have any abilities, he uses a tech weapon. On a similar note, Mono of Super Sticks is much the same way, and on an even greater note because leg injury~ :D

It's funny you should mention reliance on one's powers, as I have a bit of a motto/theme built up in relation to that. In Spark AU. :3 Do with that information what thou will...

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It's fine: I have plenty of crossover-related ideas for the both of us!! LIKE- THE NAME-

My sister, Trixie, suggested something to do with Kindle/Kindling. Because that sparks a fire and also is usually tiny sticks. XD

She's a straight-up genius- XD

[i will no-hesitation read anything you write- gimme-] /silly /but-also-serious