#when they were younger they would pretend to be a monster to fit in with a red horn headband

[jamiedoodlesss]

hey wait a minute I can draw whatever I want

[keferon]

Trailbreaker runs a DnD campaign for the group home and everyone plays a goddamn warforged and uses their transformer name. Trailbreaker and Soundwave decide they can make the whole situation less scary by telling the younger boys to pretend to be their OCs. It works a little but also you've got Three 14 year olds arguing over whether Trailbreaker's name should be Trailbreaker or Trailcutter because he's the DM and didn't technically have a character to "play"

Ravage is obviously their ~mystic guide~ whom they must safetly ferry across dangerous waters.

(Soundwave and Trailbreaker are keeping these kids calm and together by the skin of their goddamn teeth. Shockwave showing up and being interesting enough to distract the younger kids and also kind enough to protect all of them is a gift from God)

I have the distinct image in my head of Trailbreaker and Soundwave under one wing of Shockwave watching with pure exhaustion and relief as the rest of the kids FINALLY go to sleep under the other wing. Because it's been a Rough Few Days. Trailbreaker just bursting into tears while Soundwave hides his face in Ravages damp fluff.

DAMN You remember that post about the black kitten found in a box with even smaller kittens?? That goes like “Imagine you're so small and cold and scared but there's smaller ones that are smaller and colder and more scared.”

This is them.

Soundwave and Trailbreaker would fucking collapse in relief when they realise that the weird fish man they found is not only wants to help but also knows his way around all those fucked up sea monsters that were hunting them. Because. Haha. I feel like if merfolks can go on the ground then at least some of the sea monsters should also be able to do that.

Also it would be really fitting if the kids were calling each other those made-up-for-a-game names. A bunch of 13year olds would literally do that. Even without the apocalypse haha

Bonus points if Soundwave is really suspicious of Shockwave at first because “the fish guy probably just thinks it’s fun to play with little humans.” And also because they all have very fucked up past experience with adults and their number one rule of survival is basically “trust no one but each other”.

[husbandoofthemonth]

Character Study on Enjin - People Person

I placed this work on AO3 as well here.

This is SFW - more a musing and character study about Enjin, especially who he is or how he acts when he's not around others. Canon compliant as well.

TW: He does feel his tobacco addiction in this one a lot, so warning if that is triggering.

He doesn't really know where the idea that he was “the people person” came from. Maybe it was because he knew how to talk his way out of a situation. Maybe it was because he was still alive in this world. Because he managed to have multiple people he could call his friend. Maybe he was just good with people - he certainly worked damn hard to get there. Or maybe it was his good looks - that was nice to think. 

Or maybe it was just the teens and the younger members who believed it. The younger folks who looked up to him because he was, at least on a professional level, their leader. The younger folks who saw him as a pinnacle of success because they just didn’t know better yet. 

When you think about it, 100 people isn't that large in the grand scheme of things. In this whole world, on this ground, where you’re part of a small collective saving people from monsters that stop at nothing to just attack and kill people on sight. By the way, have you seen what scrap can do to a person when it’s just sharp enough? He has. Seen what it did to 20 people before they cleaned up in so many different ways than one. He threw up all the way back from the mission in the car. He blamed it on his gas mask not fitting right, but the sidelong glance from Gris made him realize he wasn’t fooling everyone. 

And that’s just it. They call him a people person, but maybe he was just good at fooling people. The mass pretender. Wear a goofy enough mask and wear it like you own it - surely people will be convinced. He should play in the doll festival since he was so good at it. But his mentor told him to shake those thoughts to the side. “They aren't nice,” they said, “and they aren’t true.”

Enjin leaned back in his booth, cigarette dangling from his lips as he breathed out the smoke and watched it flutter and dissipate into the emptiness over the table. He chose the booth today because he hurt his back on the last mission. Not enough to worry Eisha over it - he could deal with it. And from the jokes from Delmon and Bro - his back hurting was going to become a regular occurrence as he gets older. 

If I get older.

The waitress brought him his second beer (Thank you) and watched her (bottom half) walk away to tend to the rest of the diner. From where he sat he could observe everyone - see each booth, get a good layout of the bar and the wrap-around, and even have a good view of the windows looking outside if he leaned over enough. He wasn't much of a people watcher. He doesn't really know what came over him tonight when he skipped his usual hunting grounds for this place. 

It’s because they know who you are now. 

The whole place was lit by hanging lights that were dimly illuminated - enough for the patrons who got drunk, or for those coming to grab a bite at the end of their night and didn’t want anyone to see how messy they looked. The rose-red and emerald green color scheme reminded him of the places you’d see in those ancient detective comic books - where some of the rich colors still came through. He didn’t know how they managed to make such deep tones of green, yellow, and red look good together without making it feel like Christmas, but it worked. The food was fine, nothing to write home about. Nothing to come back for either. 

He took in another breath of smoke and wondered just what the fuck was bothering him so much. His carton was almost empty - couldn’t remember the last time he chain smoked this much - and he was about to tackle his second beer. He chose beer because he already knew walking in, with this bad attitude following him, that whiskey would have gotten him in trouble. And he only had so many vices to choose. Alice once slapped him upside the head when he brought out a cigarette in front of her. He appreciated it, but it took everything in him to not start bawling like a little kid - she being one of the few ones he could ask “what the fuck do you expect me to do” and she’d sit his ass down and tell him straight. 

His cigarette was finished when he reached for another bite of his food, a swig of his new glass to wash it down. He locked eyes with the group at the booth across the diner from him again, quickly averting them back to the TV’s playing in the corner. The group seemed young - early 20’s, late teens at best. The worst age to work with - at least in his mind. He liked dealing with younger teens because they weren’t complete assholes yet. They’re wild and insane, but they weren’t confident in it. Once they became aware of who they were, that’s when things could go south so damn quick. If they were raised right they do their crazy shit, but they do it with other people in mind. Do it wrong, and-

“Excuse me.”

Great

When he looked up he acknowledged it was one of the members from the booth - definitely a teen.

“Yes?”

“I uh…I like your tattoos”

“Thanks.”

He wasn’t going to humor whatever was going on. He didn’t feel like talking. Especially to some random kid. Enjin could see the way the teen blushed redder and redder and muttered a quick “justthoughtyoudhouldknow byeeeee” to speed walk back to his booth. One quick glance and the group he was returning to was giggling and kicking one another. 

Ok. So. Maybe it was just a dare. Or something. He looked back down at the pickings of his meal, his appetite no longer pestering him to snack. Innocent enough. Could have been awkward. Could have been…

Now he felt bad. He didn’t have to be so curt - blame it on his shit mood. Most random interactions out and about don’t go well. He wasn’t in uniform, but people remember you - his tattoos made him identifiable in or out of any uniform. And no, it doesn’t happen often, but when it does it sticks with him and raises his hackles for months on end. The first few times it happened it ended with rumors spread, areas where Enjin had to avoid in the future lest he run back into the people he called…very nasty things. He wore the ban from one local restaurant like a badge of honor. Their waiter asked for it anyway. But he does regret saying what he did in front of his team…in front of the kids.

Again, not a people person when the true colors come out and show up as red on his knuckles.

He didnt really notice how much time he spent just gazing at the TV (some random sports game going on, somehow, this time of day). He’d only finished half of his beer. He didn’t want the rest. It left a too sour taste in his mouth. He’d light another cigarette if he didn’t hear Alice’s voice yelling at him again in his head - and he wanted to save the last two for, at least, tomorrow. The booth of giggling patrons had left 5 minutes ago. Besides a few odd couples and other strays, the diner became quiet. And he didn’t like it anymore. 

—

He didn’t drive back yet. Because he avoided his usual spot, he wasn’t going to be spending the night somewhere away from HQ; didn't have to worry about sneaking back in. And that was annoying. Not because he didn’t get any tail, but because he didn’t want Semiu making a comment about him being back so early. 

Really? Back before 10PM? On a Saturday? What, did you not shower well enough? Get the trash out from behind your ears?

And he knows she’d just be teasing - she’d probably give him one of her magazines and tell him “go ham,” because she’s got humor. But she knows him too well. She’d ask him how he’s doing the next time they ran into each other - maybe with her ambushing him in the mess hall. She knows his schedule, she literally makes it, so she’d find a way to trap him no matter how hard he’d try to avoid it. He could man up and just say “I don’t want to talk right now,” but then they’d both know there was actually a problem. She’d probably recruit Gris to help crack him at that point and it would be a whole thing.

Maybe it should be “a thing.” Maybe he needs…he doesn't know

There were plenty of people out on the streets tonight. Each business had its doors open to welcome patrons in, where live music and the sound of people cajoling emptied onto the streets, making the whole block feel alive with a drone of noise. The warmer weather was inviting, and not too hot, so you didn’t smell any of the trash from outside the barriers seeping in. There was always a fine line with the trash being a sickly sweet smell - something you could almost feel nostalgic for - and then something that made you want to hide your face in a pillow and huff peppermint. Hell, it’s one of the perks of smoking in his mind - at least he didn’t smell the trash all the time. And…fuck it. He took out another cigarette, took out his lighter, flick, flick…

Damnit

The world would be a lot better if a hot chick with a low cut top and strong perfume came by and lit his cigarette for him. He wished for it for a few seconds, clicking the failing lighter a few more times before giving up with a huff. No takers. He kept the unlit cigarette in his mouth, and now his night finally had a purpose again as he made his way to the nearest quick mart. See? Another plus one for smoking again. And he could get another carton since he was there. 

What a turn around! See what your nights have become?

He walked against the flow of people for the night - everyone flocking to the food district to eat, patronizing some of the bars, to places where things were happening and fun was to be had. A group of girls dressed in tight leathers, one with some sort of sash on, probably celebrating some big event or some bachelorette party. Another group - men and women, with clothes detailed to the nines with graffiti patterns complex like those from Canvas Town. Probably visiting from there by each of their unique looks. And he loved the look of them - wished he could have one of those leather, belted, studded, jackets for himself. He’d stop them and ask where they got them if he was feeling social. But for now he’d just take a wager and guess…he’ll kick himself for not asking later.

Turning the corner made the dim noise of the street trail off as he wandered down, searching for his main target. It was illuminated with a bright sign - bulbs against tin backing, making it a little hard to see in the low light of the night, but the message was clear enough. His steps increased speed as he neared the door, apparently more desperate for the cigarette than he thought. 

The door was propped open by some poor abandoned street cone, fluorescent lighting welcoming him in and the dulled sound of a radio somewhere in the store. He heard a dramatic voice crone from the buzzing speaker - Alejandro! What do you mean you have a twin? A radio drama, complete with orchestral accompaniment. 

This quick stop was just like the rest of them - with a cashier at the front, the young worker giving Enjin a quick wave in greeting, then standing up when Enjin motioned to the smokes behind the counter. There weren’t many options available on the Ground when it came to types of tobacco. Most people avoided smoking down here - even recreational stuff, solely because the damage done to the lungs was already enough. That’s why they had more drunkards out and about - it was easier to justify that you weren’t breathing in poison. Just drinking it. 

-Why Rosetta (Violins come to a crescendo), how do you think I manage to keep up with you? (Violins come to a sudden halt).

Enjin pointed to the red box - at this point they all tasted the same to him. Red was cheapest and that worked for him. Then he heard the sound of giggling behind him - not from the radio drama, but from one of the aisles. He turned his head slightly to look for the source as the cashier grabbed a stool to help them reach the pack he wanted. The source was a small huddle in the snack aisle. They all quickly turned away from him when he looked, except one. Despite the few seconds of interaction earlier, Enjin recognized him. It was the same older teen who complimented his tattoos back at the diner, and his subsequent group.

-Alejandro! (An organ played a few keys) You mean…last night…was not you?! 

Enjin turned back, full attention back on the cashier, but he suddenly felt…off. 

Remember, you were an ass to the kid for no reason. 

Everything felt off. 

And Alice would smack you for chain smoking again. 

He wanted to crawl inside a hole and hide there to just be at peace. He was chewing on the unlit cigarette, probably ruining it before it had the chance to be smoked.

You want to go all the way back to who you once were? Be my guest. Get another black eye with your bad attitude.

He just wanted to stop thinking about who he actually was, who he probably, really, was. 

-Why, my dear… (the sound of footsteps and a door opening. A gasp from Rosetta as another voice, sounding exactly the same as Alejandro, chimed in)

-Why, our dear…

What the fuck was this shitty radio drama. Get him out of here. He begged the cashier in his mind to work faster, only to see them drop his change onto the floor. It took everything in him to not audibly groan as they mumbled quick sorries as they picked it up and started over with their counting. The radio drama just became a buzz in his mind, a mix of too loud violins, a woman making weird exasperated noises, as men with the same voice began begging for her hand. Then, sweet freedom came in the form of his change and the carton from outstretched hands. He grabbed them, more aggressively than he intended, and thinks he muttered a “thanks” as he rushed out of the shop. The last thing he heard in the store was Rosetta’s cry, a crash of orchestral nonsense, and someone in a loud goading voice yell “go, go.”

—

It wasn't cool outside, but it was better. He didn’t notice how warm he was getting in the store until he stepped out and felt the sweat on his skin. Maybe it was stuffy, or maybe it was the hot lights. He probably had sweat stains - he probably looked like shit. But he was out. There was a bench right there. Perfect. As he sat down, Enjin wondered how people could really like those shitty radio dramas. He wasn't one to talk of course - given he was prone to standing by the couch as Semiu and Delmon’s eyes were glued to their latest reality show. But that didn’t matter. He still had the poor, chewed cigarette in his mouth. He got out his lighter. Finally…

Flick

Flick

God. Damnit. 

He forgot to ask for a fucking lighter. 

He’d have to go back in. He’d have to show his sweaty face again (why did this bother you), see that damn teenager (he did nothing to you, you did something to him), hear the continuation of that stupid radio drama (was she going to…fuck the twins? That was…so messed up). He felt his fist grow tight around the lighter. He could chuck it. Throw it into the ground and watch it break and splinter everywhere. He could-

“Need a light?”

The voice brought him back. Enjin looked to his side. The teenager leaned next to him on the bench, arm outstretched, lighter open with the inviting flame flickering. Kindness in his expression, and maybe a bit of redness in the ears. Something hopeful in his eyes. 

Enjin leaned down to the light, caught what he needed, and took a deep inhale as the smoke hit his lungs. It hit just right. His hands and feet started to feel like sandbags. The flood of his thoughts got caught in them as he felt his mind calm down. Felt himself be aware. Here. Present. He was next to the quick shop. Some random bench. He looked over. The teen was starting his own cigarette, it took him two attempts to get it lit but he made it.

“Thank you,” Enjin said. 

The teen blew out his own puff of smoke. 

“Of course!” It was a bit loud of a response. 

Enjin could clearly tell the kid was clearly trying his luck again. Ok, not kid, the young man. Enjin hated it when he was old enough to make his own damn decisions but anyone older than him, even by a month, called him “kiddo.” He figured this one would be the same. He took the cigarette from his lips as he leaned back in his seat.

“Sorry for being curt back at the restaurant.” The young man whipped his head towards Enjin, eyes wide like a puppy being praised. 

“You…oh you weren’t! I figured you were…you were tired, or something.”

“Still, doesn’t give me a reason to be a standoff ass.”

“I didn’t think you were an…but…thanks, I guess.” 

The young man’s leg was bouncing at a rapid speed. It was clearly taking everything in this guy’s mind to remain cool. It put a smile on Enjin's face. The first one for the night. The young man took the cigarette out of his mouth.

“My name is Ezekiel, by the way.”

“Enjin.”

“Cool name…but I didn’t get a chance to ask back there…and I was wondering, how far up does your tattoo go?”

Ballsy fuck.

“Oh,” Enjin started, and he lifted his sleeve up past his shoulder, bunching the fabric between his hands so the other could see it was a full sleeve that wrapped his neck. The young man, Ezekiel, gawked as Enjin let his sleeve down and mentioned how it went all across his neck, to the other side of his arm, and across his back too. 

“Not really in the place to show all of it but…yeah,” was his finisher.

“Dude!” 

Dude

“That’s so cool! The mix of the blackout and the cloud pattern? So cool!”

Again, he sounded genuine. It was…cute. He could admit that.

“Thank you. You got any tattoos?”

“Oh not yet, but I was thinking…” and he was off. Clearly it was something he was excited for - mentioned how he was saving up for it, had an artist in Canvas Town picked out, and how he wanted something “cool” like Enjin had. And right now…it was nice to listen to him. Nice to hear someone talk about something they were passionate about. 

Maybe if he was open to the convo in the diner his mood would have been lifted earlier. 

But Enjin didn’t need to worry about that anymore.

In the middle of describing the chosen artist’s work, the rest of Ezekiel’s friends came out of the store, quickly forming a semi circle around their friend with knowing smiles and looks in their eyes as the young man slowed his explanation and said a quick “hey.”

“So,” one of them piped up, arms crossed and eyed Ezekiel and Enjin, “did you ask him out yet?”

There it is.

“No!!” Ezekiel was clearly mortified, “I mean, not yet - I mean -“ he looked towards Enjin, face turning a bright red at a rapid pace.

Enijn softened his smile, “sorry, not really…looking for anything tonight.” 

One of his friends turned around, saying an audible “oof,” as the one who brought up the question awkwardly grimaced. But Enjin didn’t expect Ezekiel to only take a moment to process himself before taking a quick drag of his cigarette, and adding,

“Well…not tonight. So…I still have a chance? Later?” 

Enjin laughed, genuinely enamored by Ezekiel’s recovery. He humored him with a sly “sure,” and watched his face brighten up, confidence coming back and the red in his face dissipating. And it would have been nice if that would have been it, with Enjin getting up, ready to head off and let the guy take the rejection as well as he could, before the fourth of the group suddenly piped up. 

“Hey wait, aren’t you a part of the Cleaners?”

All eyes were back on Enjin. 

“Yeah! I recognize your hairstyle - you’re totally one of the cleaners, right?” He was so close to heading out - and he didn’t have to answer. He could have said no and left, leaving that side of Enjin’s life out of the little…thing that formed between him and Ezekiel. Depending on how they felt…you never knew how people would react to you being a cleaner, either calling you cool or being creeped out. Especially as a Giver. They’d joke about a “bad smell” being nearby, wondering what your jinki was and if it was deemed “weird,” or making jokes on how you get “close to it.”

Despite all that…

“Yeah,” Enjin muttered. 

And the group lit up. 

“Wait, supporter or like, proper cleaner?” Asked one.

“Do you have your thingy with you?” Asked another. 

“Jinki!”

“Gin-key, whatever, but do you have it, can you do a thing with it?”

“What’s the biggest trash beast you’ve fought?” Chimed in another.

He felt spoiled. Relieved. Given how the night was originally going, it would have been expected for them to just cajole him off. But no. They were excited, wanting answers. Enjin looked towards Ezekiel, who was quiet, but had a new expression on his face that read oh god, I flirted with this guy and he’s even cooler than I originally thought.

This group was alright, becoming polite and calming down while he answered their questions. He didn’t like to brag, so much as give a sales pitch each time a group seemed excited to learn more. And they ate it up, giving enthusiastic responses, 

“An umbrella?”

“OK but imagine how cool it would be with a boombox chick-key-“ 

“Wait, you said it was as big as a skyscraper?”

“And he did that, with an umbrella!”

The energy and excitement in their voices was enough for people walking past to notice - even the quick shop owner began trying to peer outside. As they should. Enjin shared the details of his latest mission, and he knew it was ten times better than whatever Rosetta and Alejandro had going on.

He didn't know how long they had spent talking, or when they started walking. Their conversations and back and forths kept his mouth busy. He didn’t pick up another cigarette for the rest of the night. As they meandered back into the food district, the crowds sounded more jovial as Enjin learned more about this group - about how one of them was trying to convince their dad they wanted to be an artist instead of a businessman.

Godspeed dude.

And the other even had a sibling who was a Giver, one who helped grow the vegetables for the restaurant at the end of the street. They mentioned the restaurant had good sweets - that he should join them for just one little dessert before they finished for the night. 

He did. 

—

The drive back to HQ took only a few songs. Nevermind minutes - the trip had become so common and happened so often he started calculating the time in different measurements. Three songs. One Delmon rant about life. Enough time to ponder how long they were going to be fixing that one external fan on the city walls and complain about it with Gris. But tonight the drive was quiet. Enjin still felt the buzz from all the conversation in his head, the music from the restaurant as he ate his sundae. The feeling of Ezekiel trying his luck one last time by wrapping an arm around him and just so slightly trying to put his fingers under the hem of his shirt. He had to let him down nicely, but firmly, then. But all was forgiven.

The neon clock on the dashboard glowed 9:46PM. Technically, he would be returning before 10. He would still catch Semiu before she retreated fully to her room. He’d tell her about Ezekiel, joking about possible new recruits coming in over the weekend. She’d probably laugh when he would get to Ezekiel’s final move for the night. He could already hear her tease him “of course you would spend your Saturday night with a bunch of new people. You're a people person after all.” 

And he would like that. He would like that very much. 

[writingdungeon]

E and X and L for Sam stardew, thanks!!

Oh Sam... He's so cute, needed some sweetness today, so thank you.

E - Emotions: Sam has no issues showing you his emotions; he's just an emotional guy, and he's perfectly okay with that. He wears his heart on his sleeve without any hesitation. If you cut your hand, he's probably crying with you. If you slam your finger in the door, he'll pretend to beat up the door. His emotions are his way of showing how much he cares. His reactions, though sometimes exaggerated, come from a place of genuine concern and a deep desire to see you happy. —

Sitting on the couch, you rested your chin in the palm of your hand, watching the movie. You had seen it before, but surprisingly, Sam hadn't. You felt a pang of guilt making him watch this beautiful movie about a man and his dog, knowing how it ended. The film had tugged at your heartstrings the first time, and you knew it would be no different for Sam.

You glanced over at Sam, who was happily petting your dog, oblivious to the emotional rollercoaster that awaited him. The serene expression on his face made you hesitate, biting your lip as you wondered if you should have warned him about Marley and Me.

As the movie drew to a close, Sam was now curled up in your arms, holding your dog close, tears streaming down his face. His sobs grew louder, and he clung to your dog as if trying to shield him from the inevitable fate that befell Marley.

“Farmer!” he cried into your dog, his voice breaking with emotion. You gently stroked his back, feeling his body shake with each sob. “I know, I know, I'm sorry, baby…” you cooed, trying to hold back a smile while soothing him. “You have your baby right here.” You gently stroked your puzzled-looking dog's head, chuckling softly.

Sam's grip tightened around the dog's fur, his tears soaking into the soft coat. “It’s John Wick all over again!” he sobbed, burying his face in the dog's neck.

L - Love: Baby boi is a sweet bean. He’s bringing you flowers with his eyes almost shut and nose dripping because he is in fact still allergic, but he does it anyway because he loves seeing your eyes light up. He loves loving you so much, and it shows with every gesture and in every sincere smile he sends your way. Whether it's surprising you with your favorite snacks, or simply being there to listen when you need to talk, Baby boi's heart is always in the right place, overflowing with love and affection for you. —

Hearing footsteps running towards you while you were in the field, you looked up seeing Sam sprinting to you, holding a Tupperware container. You lowered your scythe and wiped your brow of sweat. "What's up, Sammy?" you asked as he approached, his excitement palpable. 

"Mom helped me bake some cookies!" he panted excitedly, thrusting the container into your hands. "Ohh, so they aren't burnt this time?" you teased, chuckling at his embarrassed face. Opening the container, you blinked a few times before bursting into laughter. "Got a little hungry, baby?" you asked, trying to stop the fit of laughter.

"What! No!" Sam's mouth dropped open in shock as he looked into the Tupperware. Each cookie had a single bite taken out of it, leaving them in a comical state. "VINCENT!" Sam yelled, his voice a mix of frustration and a whine, realizing his younger brother had struck again. His exasperation was evident as he held his head low.

You couldn't help but laugh at the situation, tears starting to build as the image of Vincent sneaking bites out of every cookie was too funny to ignore. "Well, at least he has good taste," you said, giving Sam a sympathetic peck on the cheek.

"But they were for you…" Sam looked up at you, pouting. "Mom said you could taste love... I wanted you to taste how much I love you."

You smiled warmly, feeling a rush of affection for the earnestness in his voice. "How about we eat around the cookie monster bites?" you offered, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "Vincent might have taken a few nibbles, but that doesn't change how much love you put into these cookies."

Sam nodded, a small smile breaking through his initial disappointment. "Yeah... Thanks, Farmer."

X - XOXO: Can you walk with someone clinging to you? No? Well, you better learn fast. One of his primary love languages is physical touch. He's constantly holding your hand, intertwining your fingers with his own. Whether you're playing rounds of pool together or sharing a quiet moment in bed, he's always stealing kisses in between. He does respect your need for space, but when his energy is running low, he's searching for his charging port, seeking comfort from you. —

Walking into the Saloon, you smiled softly, the dimly lit bar already beginning to fill with its regulars. The air was thick with laughter and animated conversations, blending seamlessly with the occasional clinks and bangs emanating from the gaming room. Glancing towards the room, your eyes caught Sam, deeply engrossed in a game of Prairie King.

"Come on… Come on… Fuck!" Sam groaned, frustration evident as he leaned his head against the staticky tube screen. He had a determined look on his face. "Just one win…" His whisper sounded almost like a plea to the gaming gods.

Stepping quietly behind Sam, you observed his concentration, the glow of the arcade machine reflecting in his eyes. Gently, you wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning in to see the screen over his shoulder. "Come on, Sammy, you've got this," you encouraged softly, planting a tender kiss on the base of his neck.

“Farmer.” Sam jumped slightly at the sound of your voice, turning his head to meet your gaze. “Yeah, I got this,” he reassured himself, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he relaxed into your embrace.

After a few tense moments, you felt Sam's hands jerk up in the air, a triumphant shout escaping his lips. “YES!” he cried, spinning around in your hold and pulling you into a deep kiss and embrace. “I did it!” His joyous exclamation filled the room. “I did it, I did it!” Sam's chant was playful and light as he danced slightly in place, still holding you tightly in his arms.

Both of you laughed together, reveling in Sam's victory and the infectious joy. “Did what?” Abigail's voice cut through the happy cheering, her playful tone carrying a hint of curiosity as she approached, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Sam looked at Abigail giving her puppy eyes. “Let me stay at the top just for tonight?” he pleaded, pressing his palms together in a mock plea.

[scarlet-fangs]

For the protective prompts: "You’d defy the gods, only for me?” "! would destroy the gods for you." 🤍🦢

Thank you for the ask my darling friend, I hope you will like this 🦇🖤 I’ve wanted to write for a while some forbidden romance thing for Felix, and this is perfect for it! This is some kind of Black Swan related because it fits perfectly with their dynamics. The music they listen to is from my Black Swan Spotify playlist (under the black swan tag!) Some warnings are very much needed – But it’s Felix after all so it has to be expected: Cullen bashing, Size kink, some nswf talks, mention of blood (kink) Felix’s very lovely hands…

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Ever since I met him while driving my younger sister to the Cullens, they’ve been trying to keep me away from him. “He’s a monster, Black Swan! He kills people, Black Swan! He feeds of humans, Black Swan!” Who cares that he’s scary-looking and kills people? He’s tall and hot! He’s my mate! He complimented me about my patch jacket!

Carlisle was a little bit nicer about it than the rest of them. He felt maybe that it was his fault, because before Felix even said anything it was his “son” Edward who revealed the secret to me. On our second meeting, Felix himself admitted that he would not have told it to me this soon, he would have made things smoother even if I seemed to enjoy the vampire part. It was quite intriguing to him; how much I was fascinated by his fangs and the terrifying gleam his skin had in the sun, but it relieved him when I didn’t run away. When I did not pull back from his touch.

He had quite the reputation, my mate, and the Cullens, especially Edward and Alice made sure I was aware of it, how cruel and brutal he was, how he was not called the executioner for nothing. But it did not scare me, because I knew even if he was that, he wasn’t only that, my Felix was so much more! So I texted him every time I had the time, called him at night if he was available, we could stay on the phone for hours, even if his voice did not sound exactly the same it was still enough for me. All of this was rather easy to hide from the Cullens, Alice wasn’t really focused on Felix in Italy, rather on a decision of him visiting Forks, with what it would entails for Bella. Because if Aro trusted my fate in Felix’s hands, it was clearly not the same kind of trust placed in the Cullens. So like in Romeo and Juliet that Bella liked so much, Felix and I had to hide, the Cullens even managing to make me miss one of his visits thanks to Bella’s help. I was really bitter, they caught us chatting one time in Seattle and now were watching us even more closely. They would even check my home once in a while, pretending to pick up Bella that was oh so conveniently spending the afternoon at my place, to smell if there was trace of Felix’s scent. But I was his, and he would not give up on me that easily. In facts, he would not give up on me at all, he told me one night over the phone. And I’d learned that he was quite stubborn, my Felix, when he wanted something.

I had come home late from work, that night. The Cullens weren’t there, they were visiting the Denali Coven, and Bella was visiting Renée to celebrate Phil’s birthday. She felt guilty about having to give up her human life, so she tried to make everyone happy as much as she could. It was nice, to not have them on my back this week. I quickly prepared and ate dinner, and took a shower, putting on a more comfortable attire. I’ve always liked some fresh air in the house, so I tend to keep some windows open. I was doing some cleaning downstairs when I heard some noise from my bedroom. I thought that it was maybe the neighbor’s cat that came again through the window by climbing the tree, he already did it twice. I liked having him around, the little ball of black fur and soft meows, even if I liked it more when he would enter the house by the windows downstairs. I climbed the stairs, really to scold the kitty when I entered my room and realize it was not a black kitty that I would be scolding, but a hulking vampire.

“Felix! What are you doing here?!” “I was expecting a little more enthusiasm from you little love.”

“You’re lucky the Cullens aren’t in town! They don’t want me to see you! They’d try to fight you if they knew you were here, sneaking in my bedroom like that!”

« These Cullens, they are nothing for me. You shouldn’t worry about them tesorina. They should be the ones afraid to put themselves between us. As if those vegetarian vampires could defy me! I’d defy gods if I had to protect you.

"You’d defy the gods, only for me?”  I looked at you, so softly.

“Oh darling, but I would destroy the gods for you” Felix answered, oh so sure of himself. And he was strong, very strong my mate, I knew he’d win a fight even against a god. My handsome mate…

“I lost you, didn’t I?” Felix said, having recognized that look on my face. “No!” I looked very much embarrassed, he knew damn well how to tease me and get a reaction from me. It did not make me love him less… I could only love him more, my darling Felix, that currently had a smug smile on his face.

“So what do you suggest?” “We could ignore everything that isn’t us, and I could spend the night in your bed…” “Felix!” “You belong in my arms little one, nowhere else. And if anyone decides against it, they’ll see the true definition of anger…” Felix answered me, menaces laced in his tone, so sure of himself. He looked particularly imposing, hulking figure with the backlighting of my bedroom.

He fits so well here, my Felix, with the band posters hung on the walls, the shelves full of dark movies and alternative music, leather jacket reflecting the dim lights, his shiny silver rings on his big hands…

“You’re staring at my hands again, don’t you? Do you know how they could look better? With my fingers buried inside you, my hand glistening coated in your…” “Felix please! Not that I wouldn’t enjoy it but…“ Now I’m very embarrassed, and I’m sure it’s very visible.

My reaction makes him laugh, and it’s the most beautiful sound in the world, and it completely makes up for my embarrassment.

“I’m only teasing you amore mio. I know you said you wanted to wait, and I will respect your desire. Always. I’m up for anything with you as long as it’s within the boundaries you’ve set.”

Felix gets closer to me, slowly, and wraps his strong arms around me. He totally dwarfs me, and it’s no secret that we both are very into it, another proof that we were made for the other.

“Cuddles and metal?” “Cuddles and metal. But can you… take off your leather jacket please?” “Sure, if it makes my little darling happy…” With a smirk, he takes his time to remove his leather jacket, placing it on the back of my chair on top of mine. He’s only wearing an Iron Maiden tank top underneath, the logo a bit faded telling he’d own it for a while, that shows off all of his perfect muscles. Damn, to think that this man is all mine… He turns on the stereo, and then join me on the bed, the mattress digging with his heavy weight. He makes himself comfortable, setting up a few of my pillows behind his back, and then he opens his arms. I don’t need anything else, and nearly jump on him, making myself comfortable on his lap, his arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer against him. I softly trace the muscles on his arms, looking at the scars that cover his skin. Most were from his fights as a vampire, but he told me while that some were from his human life, being a gladiator must have been a nightmare for he was a slave without a choice in the matter.

“This song makes me think of you, now every time I hear it, I see your face.” Felix’s voice shake me out of those dark thoughts. I focus on the song, and recognize Wasp.

Her eyes reflect like the rain on the pavement I take control, she explodes, sink into her depths I'm the tremble in her voice when she attempts to speak Fixate on the frailty

“Motionless in White sure has good love songs. I must admit that every time I hear Wasp or Eternally Yours, I think of you.” It makes the both of us smile, the songs fitting us oh so perfectly, especially the lewd lyrics of Wasp. Felix has always been… quite explicit.

 So come to me No sense of restraint So come for me I will wait endlessly

I will break you carefully So take me harmfully You fit so perfect I will wait

I let my fingers trace the scars on his arms again, I know how fond of physical contact my Felix is. I must admit that I am too… He grabs the remote of my stereo, and lowers the sound of the music to a cozier one.

“Lost in the shadows?”   I giggle. “What’s wrong with the Lost Boys? It’s a good vampire movie. I’m still bitter at the fate of the boys… Besides, you’ve got the vibes” It makes him laugh, but we both know I’m not wrong. He’s kind of got the look and music taste, and some of the brutality when it comes to protecting whom he loves. And he would look very hot and sexy covered in blood too…

“You’re imagining me covered in blood, aren’t you?” “How do you even…” “I know you, little love” “Too much, you know me too much…” “I could never know too much about you, not even after a few decades, centuries, never.”

It makes me smile, and I curl up further in his embrace. It’s getting late.

“We should listen to something softer to help you sleep…” “First, I’m not even  dressed for bed yet, and second, ,what’s heavy about L’assasymphonie?” “It’s about a man who can’t sleep and is drowning in despair because of his demons. Not really the type of songs that put you to sleep.” “Do you realized I used to fall asleep blasting Maiden when I was younger?” “Yes, and now you enjoy softer songs before going to bed. This is much better, get in your night attire now.” Felix has changed the music to eyes without a face by Billy Idol, and I must admit it’s a good choice. This man knows me too well. I strip of my black jeans, and take off my shirt. I put on a Black Veil Brides tee, one that’s a size too big and go back to bed. I slip under the covers, and realize Felix had taken off a few layers too so I would be more comfortable. He brings me close to him, his arms wrapping around my waist once again, pressing me against his muscular body.

“Sleep now, tesorina. I’ll keep you safe.” Felix whisper in my ear. “Goodnight my love”, I whisper back. No matter what these idiots Cullens say, nothing will stop me from wanting this, fighting to get this, my Felix. I belong in his embrace and nowhere else.

[melonthesprigatito]

Recently started a new playthrough of Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom so I'm back on my Rito hyperfixation again 👍

I dug up an old OC I drew back when Echoes of Wisdom was announced (because I just assumed they'd be in the game so I wanted to predict what they would look like in the Link's Awakening/Echoes of Wisdom art style) and spent the last two days redrawing her and rethinking her lore to fit in the Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom version of Hyrule instead.

THE LORE:

She lost her parents at a young age due to a disease that spread in the village, so she grew up without a family.

She idolised the Rito Champion Revali since she was a fledgling and spent years dreaming that she would become a master archer like him. She often got in trouble when she was younger because she'd skip singing practice to watch the warriors train at the Flight Range and copy their techniques.

Unfortunately, because of Rito cultural values only Rito men were allowed to train as warriors, while Rito women were railroaded into more domestic roles like learning their traditional songs, making clothing and arrows or working as merchants etc. She absolutely refused to settle down and rejected any attempt by the Rito Elder (Kaneli) to set her up with a suitor.

She spent her entire life secretly teaching herself archery out of spite while shirking her responsibilities and was basically the village outcast for a while She faced mockery at best and ostracism at worst for refusing to take part in their traditions. She pretends not to care, reasoning that Revali was also a lone wolf. If he could become a legendary warrior by himself, so can she.

Eventually, she ran away from home to become a travelling merchant. Or at least, that's what she wants Kaneli to believe. While she does OCCASIONALLY do actual merchant stuff, most of her time is taken up by moonlighting as a monster slayer.

By hiding her identity, she's free to use her archery skills in combat by raiding monster camps and stealing their supplies, which she then sells in her merchant job. Her favourite monster is the Frost Talus, because she can defeat them by raining fiery arrow hell and swipe the gems and ores left behind to sell for profit.

She's also somewhat of a minor annoyance to the Yiga Clan because she's very good at noticing when somebody is pretending to be an unassuming traveller. Because she's also a skilled fighter pretending to be an unassuming traveller. Which then results in her ambushing their ambush and kicking their asses because it's very easy to win a fight when you can fly and your opponent can't.

She has some minor wind control abilities, and while she's not nearly as proficient at it as Tulin or Revali, she can just about manage a weaker version of Revali's Gale and some tiny tornadoes.

She's maybe just a liiiiittle teeny tiny bit jealous of Tulin becoming the Sage of Wind and owning the Great Eagle Bow, but she also knows that beefing with a literal child is a bit silly.

She has an intense rivalry with another travelling merchant: Beedle. She thinks he's annoying, he thinks she's sketchy.

She likes hanging around in Gerudo Town because unlike Rito Village, they're totally cool with women warriors and they like sparring with her. She had a heart attack when she stumbled across Frita (that one Rito who was looking for poultry in the market) because she thought she'd snitch on her, but Frita was surprisingly fine with it and promised not to say a word, because whatever happens in Gerudo Town, stays in Gerudo Town.

When she found out that Link and Princess Zelda were alive at the time of the Calamity and knew Revali in person, she had a complete fangirl attack and booked it straight to Hateno Village to ask them all about him. She didn't get anything from Link, because you know, amnesia. And he doesn't talk much. But Zelda was happy to share what little she knew about him. They talked for hours and it was the best day of Rubee's life.

She's definitely bumped into Kass a couple of times and lowkey considers him to be her opposite. He abandoned his warrior training to become a bard. She abandoned her singing lessons to take up archery.

On the flip side, she's TERRIFIED of bumping into Penn and avoids the Lucky Clover Gazette like the plague. She's paranoid that he'll discover what she's doing and blab all about it in the latest issue of the papers and spread them all over Hyrule.

During the Upheaval's blizzard, she begrudgingly returned to Rito Village to help out with scavenging for food and supplies. She may have disliked all those stuffy traditionalists, but she didn't want anyone to starve to death either, especially because she also lost her parents to a lack of lifesaving medicine that couldn't be delivered in time. She had to fight the urge to hunt with her bow because it would blow her cover, so she resorted to searching for firewood instead.

While the previous Rito Elder thought she had finally given up on that silly warrior dream and got a respectable job as a merchant, unfortunately Teba isn't stupid. He was fully aware that Rubee frequently snuck into the Flight Range to practice at night and is now going out and about firing arrows everywhere but he doesn't really know what to do about it. He's a little more open minded and has decided to look the other way for now because plot twist; his beloved wife Saki also practiced archery (enough that he gives her BOMB ARROWS to defend their home with! Actually canon!) but gave up on it years aho to take care of their newly hatched son.

[3po-r2d2]

Title: Silver Strings and Seafoam Skies

Pairing: Percy Jackson x Reader

Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Slice of Life

Word Count: ~1,400

Camp Half-Blood was never quiet.

At least not during the day. The clang of swords, laughter from the canoe lake, and the occasional explosion from the Hephaestus cabin filled the air. But somehow, amidst all of it, there was one person who made everything feel a little softer.

You.

Shy and quiet, you were the gentle heartbeat of the camp. You didn’t draw attention to yourself in battles or during capture the flag, but you were the one younger campers ran to when they had nightmares. You bandaged knees, told bedtime stories in hushed tones, and always knew where someone’s missing teddy bear was.

They called you Mom.

Even Clarisse couldn’t argue with that. When a six-year-old from the Hermes cabin once yelled, “Mooom!” across the field and sprinted into your arms, even Dionysus snorted into his Diet Coke and muttered, “Well, that’s fitting.”

You weren’t claimed—never had been. But you were different.

A secret. A gift. Born not of mortal lust, but divine compassion.

You were Artemis’s.

Not a Hunter. Not exactly a demigod. A mortal, yes, but one formed with the divine spark of the goddess herself and given to your mortal mother, a quiet librarian in Vermont, who had never once asked for glory. Artemis had given you to her. A daughter born of stillness and moonlight, not blood.

The gods didn’t know what to do with you.

Hermes had once hissed that it wasn’t “right,” that Artemis “shouldn’t meddle like that.”

Ares had scoffed. “That’s no child of Olympus.”

But none of them dared claim you as a threat. You weren’t claimed. Not officially. Not until they tried to harm you—and Artemis’s wrath shook Olympus.

So you remained at Camp Half-Blood, in limbo, as you always had.

“You okay?”

You startled, the half-folded blanket in your hands falling into the laundry bin. You looked up and met sea-green eyes.

Percy.

He’d been watching you. Again.

You swallowed. “I—yes. I’m just—tired.”

He tilted his head slightly, brow furrowing. “You’ve been folding sheets for like an hour.”

“I like helping.” You offered him a small smile. “The Apollo cabin is understaffed with Chiron out.”

He stepped forward, lowering his voice. “You know you don’t have to do everything yourself, right?”

Your heart gave a tiny, traitorous flutter. Percy always talked to you like you mattered. Not like you were some weird unclaimed anomaly, but like a person. A girl. A friend.

Maybe more.

“You always take care of everyone else,” he added gently. “Let someone take care of you for once.”

Your lips parted, words stuck in your throat. When he reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, your breath caught.

“I’d like to try,” he murmured. “If you’ll let me.”

The younger campers lost their minds.

“Wait—does that mean Percy’s our dad now?” one of the Hermes kids gasped during dinner.

Percy choked on his apple.

You blushed so hard you thought your face might ignite.

But by the next morning, the title had stuck. “Mom and Dad,” they chanted when you both walked by the cabins, giggling like maniacs.

Percy pretended to hate it, but you caught the way his arm lingered around your shoulders, protective and proud. He would squeeze your hand when you got anxious, and the look he gave Clarisse when she raised her voice near you was downright scary.

You didn’t understand why he cared so much. You weren’t a hero. Not like him.

But Percy saw it. He always had.

The softness you offered—unshakable, even in the face of monsters. The strength it took to keep showing up with gentleness in a world that devoured it. You didn’t need a sword. You had lullabies, warmth, and an unbreakable core.

He loved you for that.

So did someone else.

“You think I’m a disappointment to her.”

You didn’t mean to say it out loud. You were just… sitting under the stars with Apollo one night, watching him draw constellations in the air for the littlest campers. He always made time for you. Not like the others.

He paused mid-story and turned toward you. “Who?”

You didn’t answer.

But he knew. Of course he did.

“Artemis doesn’t regret you.” His voice was quieter than usual. No cocky grin. “She gave the world something it didn’t deserve. Someone it didn’t deserve. That’s not a failure.”

You hugged your knees, eyes stinging. “She never claimed me.”

“She didn’t want the gods to make you a pawn,” he said softly. “Claiming you would’ve marked you as territory. You’re not that. You’re her child. Her gift. And she’s watching.”

You stared at the stars. “She’s mad I chose Percy.”

Apollo’s smile was bittersweet. “She’s scared. Not angry. Loving mortals… it ends in heartbreak more often than not.”

“Even if he’s a hero?”

“Especially then.”

You were quiet.

Apollo touched your shoulder gently. “But maybe you’re her lesson to the rest of us. That there’s more than war. More than pride. Maybe the girl who teaches children how to be kind is what Olympus really needs.”

You didn’t know what to say. So you leaned into him, and he let you.

Percy found you crying the next night.

He didn’t ask questions. He just held you, arms warm and safe as the waves against the shore.

“You’re enough,” he whispered against your hair. “I don’t care what the gods think. You’re enough for me.”

Your voice was small. “But what if I’m not enough for her?”

He tilted your chin up. “You are. I know it. And if she won’t say it, I will. Every day.”

And he did.

AN: hi…so this is my first fic to ever post just wondering if I should keep going.

just let me know in the comments 😁

also let me know if I should add a tag, wasn’t really sure what I was doing or what I should put.

[misfitdollies]

For autism awareness day this year a few months back, I had wrote a piece on G3 Twyla, autism representation as a whole, representation specifically for autistic women and girls, and my personal experience with autistic girlhood as a formally undiagnosed autistic girl. I never posted it here, so here is that piece now! Please remember that this is just my personal experience with autism focused media and it may not be relatable to everyone and that’s ok!

“She’s just like me”

🕸️

When Monster High came out, I was not yet diagnosed as autistic. I knew I was different and I was struggling to fit into a world that just wasn’t made for me, but I didn’t have a word to apply to those differences. It was like I was on the set of a film and everyone knew the script except me. I would try so hard to pretend I knew, but at the end of the day I didn’t and I would fall flat on my face with my attempts to improvise. It was exhausting. Monster High was my outlet. These little dolls in all their pink, gothy glory were something special, something I could escape with when the world was so incredibly confusing and neurotypical. The whole message behind the line was to be yourself after all and it stuck out so boldly to younger me, even if I wasn’t as aware of it as I am now. My dolls went everywhere with me, the store, my grandparents. Anywhere I went, they went. Looking back, my need to have them around me at all times was very much my autism making itself loud and clear. They made dealing with trying to be neurotypical when I wasn’t easier. 14 years later, my dolls still bring me that comfort they brought me back then. Coming home and being able to pick them up and interact with them after socializing and things I struggle with is a form of therapy to me.

Eventually I would be diagnosed with autism and lots of things made sense that didn’t before. My inability to be exactly like my neurotypical peers no matter how hard I tried suddenly made sense, as if a missing piece to a puzzle had suddenly been found and now it was complete. My autism diagnosis didn’t make me neurotypical. It didn’t suddenly flip a switch and make it easier to socialize, but it did give more insight into why I felt the way I did, why I acted the way I did.

The thing about having a diagnosis though, at least for me, is I wanted to seek out media that portrays people like me. Because having characters that look like you or act like you is nice and makes relating to the media you engage with easier, so of course I wanted to find characters I could relate to with my diagnosis, characters who acted like me because of it. I realized very quickly that that wouldn’t be the case. The amount of autistic characters that explicitly stated they were autistic was slim and when they were, they were often male or portrayed very stereotypically. Relating to people in the real world was hard enough, so to realize that a lot of the behaviors I had were written off as comic relief or boiled down to a cheap stereotype was salt in that wound. Characters that were relatable and well written often times just got the label of being eccentric and although I could relate to them because of the autistic coding, there still wasn’t that added layer of actually being autistic and I was left wondering if it was intentional by the writers or not. Not to mention, a lot of the times those very relatable characters happened to be men. Finding women on TV who I found relatable was an added layer to an already mile high struggle. Sure not all of it was bad, but enough of it was. Monster High was no different in that regard. They had characters I could relate to and a message that made me feel less abnormal, but at the end of the day, there wasn’t a character I could point at and go “hey, they’re autistic too!”

Flash forward to 2023 and Monster High has finally come back into the spotlight with an all new reboot and line of dolls. I’m still as obsessed with it as ever, but I’m an adult and have been diagnosed as autistic for many years now. Unlike the first reboot it had gone through, it’s well received and there’s a brand new show to accompany the characters who are very different from the original characters that they were based on. I was unsure of it when G3 was first announced, after all change is very hard for me, but by the first year of the reboot being in full swing, I’m invested and so happy to see this franchise that I love back on the shelves. Already I could find characters I related to, but again not one of them had the label of autistic, until they finally did. In January of 2023, it would be announced that Twyla would be Monster Highs first canonically autistic character. I cried so hard when I found out. A franchise which had helped younger me feel less out of place when I wasn’t diagnosed was introducing a character who was just like me. Not to mention she was also voiced by an autistic woman! It was so exciting, but it was nerve wracking too. Would she be a stereotype? Would they call her autistic and never touch on it again so she could appear neurotypical? I hoped and had faith she wouldn’t be, but after years of bad representation being some of the only representation you get, it’s hard to not worry that they would drop the ball with her. That same month though her music video would come out and it would very much change my view. She was shown flapping her hands, being sensitive to noise, and the lyrics highlighted things that were so clearly meant to represent her as autistic. She would make her first appearance in the show soon after and she would use the words “I am autistic” and explain what it was, but never once was it framed as a bad thing or a joke. I was just as emotional then as I was when they first announced her, because for once in my life I was seeing a character who was so much like me and it wasn’t being painted as a bad thing or used as the butt of a joke. I was seeing a character who I could relate to because they were autistic, not because they were some quirky character who might be autistic, but stating they are would just be too weird or annoying. I was filled with joy and my inner child was screaming with it alongside me. Now a year later they’ve expanded on Twyla more and her being autistic was definitely not a one off thing, she has even had a doll with noise canceling earplugs and her autism is a major part of her character. Even with that though, she isn’t just reduced to her autism. She has depth, she has interests.

I see people often times dismiss the representation in G3 as pandering or pointless, but Monster High has always been about inclusion and although it was by no means perfect or the best representation every time, at the end of the day the message of being yourself and accepting everyone for who they are has always been there. It’s easy to dismiss a character like Twyla as pointless and unnecessary, especially if you’ve always felt represented yourself. To always see character who is like you, who you can relate to is a privilege and isn’t something that is a reality for everyone. Somewhere out there though is a kid who is just like me, who struggles with eye contact and loud noises, who flaps their hands, who feels confused and unsure of how to navigate a world that just hasn’t adapted to accommodate people like them. Somewhere out there is a kid who hasn’t found a character that’s like them, who might find Twyla and finally have a character that they can relate to and that is so incredibly important. The ability to relate to characters that are like you and the ability to see characters that aren’t like you is so important. Representation is so important.

Twyla isn’t perfect autism representation and she doesn’t represent every autistic person, but she is good representation. Autism is a spectrum and it would be impossible to encompass the autistic experience into one character, but she is a start and hopefully there’s a point in time where there is a character like Twyla for all autistic people to relate to.

So to every autistic woman, girl, boy, man, and person, happy autism awareness and acceptance month! The world may seem so hard to navigate at times, it may seem unfair and it may not be built for people like us, but one day it will be. Keep advocating, keep stimming, and keep making everyone know that we are here and deserve to be seen and heard.

And to my dolls, who have always been so much more than just dolls to me.

[starlightstare]

Hiiiiii I love your posts about the cheonliang fam (mostly Vin and Mary uwu) do you have any more headcanons about them?

Thank you! Most of the time, I'm just shitposting. I didn't think anyone would enjoy the things I post. Anyways, here are the headcanons I have:

Mary and Jewoo's parents are friends and therefore they also became friends by default.

Back when they were younger, Jewoo was the one who introduced Mary to Hyungjae, Taebong and Wooseok. He originally did it to scare them, too. They were teasing him relentlessly and you know how kids sometimes go, "keep talking and I'll call my bro to beat you"? Yeah, that's basically what happened. He got so annoyed that he said he'll be calling the Mary Kim to teach them a lesson. Thus the start of a beautiful friendship.

Word of Seongji living in the mountains got out and parents used his name to scare children. Mary, sick and tired of being called an elephant, retaliated by mocking them for being weak and said that if they're brave and strong, they should go up the mountain and steal something from the 'monster'. She teased them for days and them being the stupid, little preteens that they were, took the bait. Mary didn't think they would (she's also scared of the 'monster') and decided to follow them, saying that she only wanted proof that they stole something from the monster when in fact she's worried something might happen to them. They went back and forth for days; them stalking Seongji but none of them made a move to 'steal' from him. They want to prove that they're badass. But everyday, when they climb the mountain and see Seongji, they just freeze up. It got to the point that they all started pointing fingers on who should steal.

“ You do it.”

“No, you do it.”

“Why do I have to?! I have heavy footsteps, he'd hear me from miles away.”

“You're right, Wooseok should go.”

“Huh?! Mary should go! It was her idea. And she's the thief here.”

“I'm the one who challenged you, you dumbass cowards.”

“Jewoo, you go—”

They shove Jewoo forward and Seongji got so fucking tired of hearing their not-so-hushed whispers everyday that he just confronted them.

Seongji was the one who gave Mary a bandana. I like to think he has a soft spot for her not because she's a girl but because he knows how it feels to be ostracized for his physique. During one of the moments where Mary admits to feeling insecure, he grabber a bandana and puts it on her hair, saying that she looks pretty. She tried to pass the bandana wearing style to Sujin but... Y'know. Even after years, Mary kept wearing bandanas in Seonji's memory.

Sometimes, Jewoo thinks of what would have happened if they didn't meet Vin. He imagines that Seongji would be alive and they would all be eating in the mountains, hunched around the fire. He thinks of what future they could've had if Vin Jin didn't appear. But the happy memories with Vin Jin and Sujin overpowers those thoughts. He can't help but wonder, though.

I'd like to believe that Mary only joined judo because that's the only thing she thinks she'd be useful for. Her peers bullies her for being chubby, her parents are die-hard believers of the infant god she has doubts about, no one tries to approach or befriend her. She's alone and she doesn't fit in. She doesn't fit in cheonliang's beauty standard either so what does she do? Put all her weight and strength into learning how to fight. At least in judo, she's the best. She's appreciated.

During their youth, Taebong challenges Mary on a daily basis and always gets his ass beat. The boys thinks it's entertaining how everyday starts with, “MARY KIIMMMMMMMM, FIGHT ME." They even made bets on how long his shouts would be. Wooseok won often because he seems to miraculously know how many seconds Taebong ought to drag Mary's name. The longest one was 37 seconds when Taebong bellowed a long 'Maryyyyyyy—’ for 30 seconds straight. He got detention for the disturbance.

They liked to play pretend when they were little. Mary wanted to play as the princess but they always made her the dragon and them the knight. In return, before the 'knights' could even fight the 'dragon', she ends up chasing them around. They did play pretend as a family though. Jewoo's the dad, Wooseok's strangely the mom (Mary wanted to play mom but thought it was hilarious that Wooseok's the mom) and the rest are the children. Wooseok's first course of action was to ground them all.

[stupidhoee]

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'It's been ninety-seven years since a nuclear apocalypse killed everyone on earth, leaving the planet simmering in radiation. Fortunately, there were survivors. Twelve nations had operational space stations at the time of the bombs. There is now only The Ark, one station forged from the many. We're told the earth needs another 100 years to become survivable again. Four more space-locked generations, and man can go home, back to the ground. The ground, that's the dream.'

'This is reality, reality sucks.'

- Princess

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Dull.

The word echoed through the 17-year-old's mind as Alex stared at the cold, metallic ceiling of her cell, trapped in the numbing routine that had defined her life for the past two years in the Skybox.

Wake up. Train. Eat. Nap. Read. Train. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.

Day in and day out, without change, without meaning. All thanks to Marcus Kane—the man who called himself her father.

Most people didn't know the real reason she was locked away. Kane made sure of that. He had to protect his precious reputation. Only a handful knew what had led to her arrest, and they all assumed she had snapped—gone mad overnight and murdered her fellow guards in cold blood.

Alex didn't blame them for thinking that.

Sometimes, she thought she had gone a little crazy too.

Only one person knew the truth about why she killed those guards, and Alex intended to keep it that way.

Let them think she was a monster. She didn't care.

She accepted her fate the moment she slit the first guard's throat, felt the twisted sense of justice when she drove her knife into the last one's chest. She knew what awaited her, and a part of her believed it was fitting. Deserved.

What she couldn't accept, what kept the fire of anger burning deep in her chest, was him. Her father.

Marcus Kane.

He hadn't even given her a chance to explain. He hadn't cared why she did what she did. To him, she was a stain, something to be hidden away.

Alexandra Kane hated her father, but not for locking her up, but for what he did years before—for the day he killed her mother.

Katherine Kane had been floated when Alex was eleven. And to this day, she had no idea why. Her father had offered her nothing but empty words. "She broke the rules," he had said. That was all.

Even at eleven, Alex knew the Ark's laws inside and out. She knew what it meant to break them. But her mother? Her mother was everything good in her world, the person she had tried so hard to make proud, just like her father.

Back then, Alex had been the perfect daughter, always following the rules, always seeking his approval.

That all changed the day Katherine was executed.

From that moment, Alexandra Kane knew one thing for certain: the laws of the Ark were complete and utter bullshit.

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The sound of the door crashing open snapped Alex from her thoughts, and she instinctively tensed on her cot as three guards entered her cell, their faces hard but betraying a hint of nervousness.

"Prisoner 2-6-9," one of the younger guards barked, his voice slightly uneven, "face the wall and hold out your right arm."

Alex smirked, instantly picking up on the tension in his voice. They were scared of her. She sat up slowly, her gaze cold and calculating.

"Why would I do that?" she asked, her tone deceptively calm, though a knot of anxiety coiled in her gut.

The guard's grip on his shock baton tightened. "Prisoner 2-6-9, face the wall and hold out your arm or we will use force."

"I heard you the first time," she drawled, standing up lazily. "What's happening out there?"

An older guard, standing in the back, spoke up, his tone gruffer. "This is your last warning. Face the wall and comply."

"Well," she said, pretending to comply as she moved toward the wall, "we all know by now," she turned slightly, a dangerous glint in her eye, "I'm not one for doing things the easy way."

The two younger guards flicked their shock batons on, flanking the older man as Alex's smirk deepened.

When the first guard lunged toward her, his baton raised, Alex moved swiftly. She grabbed his wrist, twisting his arm behind his back with a sickening crack. His cry of pain filled the small cell.In one fluid motion, Alex took the baton from him and jabbed it into his neck, sending him crashing to the floor.

She lunged toward the older guard, dropping to her knees and driving the baton into the back of his knee. He fell hard, his face meeting her fist with a sickening crunch. He slumped to the ground, unconscious.

Rising to her feet, Alex turned toward the last guard, who stood frozen, his baton shaking in his grip. He looked younger than the others—too young to be here, and terrified. She let out a laugh, cold and cruel. "You okay there, cadet?" she teased, her eyes gleaming.

The young guard's face paled as he glanced at his fallen comrades. Without a word, he raised his baton to his own neck and knocked himself out.

Alex's smirk faded into a disappointed pout. "You're no fun," she muttered, kneeling down to take the knives from the guards. She slipped two into her boots and one into her waistband, standing tall again.

Stepping out of her cell, Alex saw the other delinquents being led from their cells, a sense of dread creeping through her. Something was wrong. Her mind raced as realization hit.

They're floating us all.

"Hey! Stop right there!" came the sharp voice of David Miller from her left.

Alex whipped around to see him approaching, flanked by two more guards. Instinct took over, and she bolted in the opposite direction, shoving past the other prisoners. The guards were quick to follow, their heavy boots pounding against the metal floor as they closed in.

Suddenly, Alex tripped and went sprawling to the ground. She gasped, looking down to see what she'd stumbled over—and her heart sank. "Clarke?!" she cried, her eyes locking on the unconscious form of Clarke Griffin lying on the ground.

"Alexandra." A familiar voice made her snap her head up.

"Abby?" Alex's voice was urgent, bordering on panic. "What's happening? They're killing us all, aren't they?"

"Alexandra—" Abby began, but Alex cut her off, her voice rising with panic.

"They can't do this! I still have almost a year left! There has to be something in your bullshit laws that says they can't do this!" Alex waved her hands wildly, her anxiety boiling over.

"Alexandra," Abby said more firmly, her voice calm but weighted. "They're not killing you. They're sending you to the ground."

Alex froze.

Sending you to the ground.

"How the hell is that not killing us?!" Alex's voice rose in panic again as the guards moved to grab her arms, yanking her to her feet. "No, you can't! We'll die down there!" She thrashed in their grip, turning pleading eyes to Abby. "Abby, please, you're sending us to die! You're sending Clarke to die!"

"No," Abby said softly, though her voice broke with emotion, "I'm sending you so we can finally live." Tears streamed down her face as she clutched Clarke's limp hand.

Alex thrashed wildly, managing to get one arm free. She swung at the guard holding her, her knuckles cracking against his jaw. She tried to break away, but the sharp crackle of a shock baton pierced the air, and Alex's body went rigid as pain seared through her side. Her vision blurred as she collapsed to the floor, unconscious before she hit the ground.

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"Prisoners of the Ark, hear me now," Jaha addressed. "You've been given a second chance, and as your Chancellor, it is my hope that you see this as not just a chance for you, but a chance for all of us, indeed for mankind itself. We have no idea what is waiting for you down there. If the odds of survival were better, we would've sent others. Frankly, we're sending you because your crimes have made you expendable."

Opening her eyes with a loud groan, Alex only managed to catch the last few sentences of the chancellors, inspirational speech.

"Your dad's a dick, Wells!" A boy to her right yelled.

His comment prompted a snicker from the young girl, not because of the words, but because where Clarke was, Wells was never too far behind. Looks like nothing had changed there.

Alex tuned out the rest of the chancellors speech, turning her head to glance around the ship.

"You know, I was starting to think you were dead." An all too familiar voice said. Indifference and amusement coloring his tone all at once.

Craning her neck, Alex looked past the brunette beside her , her eyes quickly finding the smirking boy. The one, and only, John Murphy.

"You know me better than that Johnny, I wouldn't die without saying goodbye" Alex quipped playfully, happy the only person she cared about was sitting a few seats away.

A quiet giggle erupted from the pretty brunette seated beside her. Alex snapped her gaze to look at the giggling teen.

The brunette smiled as she looked at Alex, "I'm Octavia." Her smile still in place.

"Alex." She said, allowing a small smile.

Octavia opened her mouth to say something just as the dropship lurched violently, causing the kids who were floating around to slam into the walls of the ship.

A hand clutching her own, made Alex whip her head from the 3 boys to Octavia-who was looking around frantically, muttering incoherent sentences- Alex gave the girls hand a reassuring squeeze, clutching her seatbelt with her freehand.

The ship shook one last time before coming to a standstill.

"Listen, no machine hum." A boy who Alex recognized as Monty Green said.

"Woah," another boy said, "That's a first."

The restraints holding the delinquents to their seats released. Alex went to stand, but the hand still clutching her own prevented her from moving.

"Octavia?" She said, trying to get the girl to release her hand.

Octavia opened her eyes, and released the girls' hand with a sheepish look that made Alex snicker.

"Sorry." Octavia said, an embarrassed laugh falling from her lips.

"It's all good Vi, that's what friends are for."Alex replied, grinning at the way Octavia's eyes lit up at the word 'friends'.

"Well, thanks." Octavia laughed, pulling Alex in for a hug.

The hug surprised Alex. Although it made her a bit uncomfortable, she hugged back after a few seconds.

Her gaze found Murphy's, standing a few feet away. Pulling back from the hug she sent her new friend a smile, before moving towards Murphy.

"Johnny." she greeted with a bored tone.

"Xanny." he greeted, his tone similar to hers.

Their eyes were running over each other as though the other would disappear if either looked away. When their eyes met, both had matching grins. They hadn't seen each other in years.

Alex jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist, uncaring that her new friend was watching the two embrace.

"Missed you too, Xan." Murphy said, his grin never falling as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

Untangling her legs from his waist, she stood, her grin still in place.

"Vi," she addressed Octavia with a smile, "Murphy." Alex gestured to the boy, "Murphy, this is Octavia."

"Hey!" Octavia exclaimed, her hand shooting out to shake Murphy's.

"Hey." Murphy said with much less enthusiasm, as he shook the girls outstretched hand.

Alex hooked her arm with Octavia's. "Let's find a way out of this shithole." She said as the two girls turned to find the nearest exit, Murphy followed behind the two girls with a grin.

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Climbing down the ladder, Alex heard the voice of Clarke Griffin arguing with someone below.

"Hey stop! You can't just open the doors! The air could be toxic." Clarke said.

"If the air's toxic we're all dead anyway." The voice pointed out.

Octavia stopped abruptly from below Alex, causing the teen to stop abruptly as well.

"Bellamy?" Octavia called out to the boy Clarke was speaking with, shoving past the delinquents with Alex and Murphy trailing behind. Quickly moving toward the boy Alex assumed was 'Bellamy.'

"My God, look how big you are."

"What the hell are you wearing? A guards uniform!" Octavia questioned.

Chuckling lightly, Bellamy responded, "I borrowed it to get on the dropship. Someone's got to keep an eye on you." He finished with a smirk, pulling her into a hug.

"Where's your wristband?" Clarke interrogated, stepping forward to ruin the moment.

Alex look down to her own wristband, having just noticed the piece of metal encased her wrist.

"Do you mind? I haven't seen my brother in a year." Octavia said, annoyed.

Octavia's voice made Alex switch her gaze from her wrist, to her new friend. Her words making Alex's brows twitch in confusion. "Brother?" She muttered, dragging out the word.

"I'll tell you later." Murphy said, turning his head to look at the siblings with interest.

"No one has a brother!"

"That's Octavia Blake!"

"The girl they found hidden under the floor!"

Multiple voices called from behind them.

Octavia glared, lunging forward at the owner of the voice.

"Octavia. Octavia, no. Let's give them something else to remember you by." Bellamy said smirking.

"Yeah? Like what?" Octavia questioned, clearly annoyed at being held back.

"Like being the first person on the ground in a hundred years." A smile painted his face when he saw Octavia's annoyed expression fall, quickly being replaced with a grin.

Alex grips Murphy's hand as they watched Bellamy pull down on the lever. A blinding white light flooded into the dropship, causing her to squint.

Octavia steps forward, slowly walking down the ramp. Finally reaching the end she stops, before jumping onto the soft earth. Alex watches as she throws her hands above her head and screams.

"We're back bitches!"

Her words cause the delinquents to flood out of the ship. Screams, and cheers falling carelessly from their mouths, smiles painting each one of their faces.

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After running around and climbing anything she could with Murphy, Vi, and a few other delinquents, Alex made her way up to the dropship roof, after seeing her old friend Wells climb down. She sat on the edge of the ship, her legs dangling off the side. Her gaze on the vibrant green leaves as she fiddled with the fried wires of the communication system. Her eyes snapped from the trees when a voice directly below her spoke.

"We got problems. The communication system is dead. Heat fried the wires." Wells informed the blonde.

Alex raised an eyebrow when she noticed the way Clarke tensed as he approached the ramp. Apparently she missed a lot during her stay in the skybox.

"He's right princess. More than a dozen panels are missing, even I can't fix it." Alex said from atop the dropship, Wells and Clarke looking up at her with shocked expressions. Alex guessed they were among the few that knew why she was locked up.

"Alexandra." Clarke stated shortly, her lips pressed into a thin line. "I can't believe they sent you down here with us." Clarke muttered to herself, shaking her head in disbelief.

Alex still heard her words. She jumped from her perch, landing on the ramp with a thud.

"Nice to see you too, Clarke" Alex said, her voice laced with sarcasm.

"Lex. It's uh, been...awhile." Wells greeted with a small smile and an awkward wave.

"Yeah, two years." Alex responded bitterly, leaning her shoulder against the opening to the dropship.

"I meant to-" Wells started.

"Now isn't the time for you two to catch up." Clarke snapped at Wells. "All that matters right now is getting to Mount Weather. See? Look-" Clarke turned the map around and pointed to a red circle. "-this is us." She drew a line to connect with the other red dot a few inches away before she continued "And this is where we need to be to survive." She stated-Rather dramatically in Alex's opinion-.

Alex rolled her eyes, though kept her face void of all emotion. Taking in what Clarke had just explained, she concluded the other girl was right about needing to get to Mountain Weather, food and water should be their first priority. Alex picked at her nails, wondering how they would convince the other 97 delinquents to stop enjoying their freedom, to go on a 20 mile walk though a radiation socked forest.

"Where'd you learn to do that?" Wells asks, impressed.

'What? Draw a straight line?' Alex wanted to cut in, but refrained when she saw Clarke's eyes flutter shut as she looked down.

"Your father." Wells states solemnly, dropping his gaze to the ground, Clarke shifted uncomfortably.

Alex furrowed her brows as her eyes switch between the two. Damn, what the hell happened. It obviously has something to do with her father. Maybe Wells slept with Abby? Alex shook her head at the intrusive thought, Wells would never do that, neither would Abby. Alex opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by a kid with...goggles?

"Oh! ah, cool, a map." Goggles paused, looking between Alex and Clarke, "They got a bar in this town? I'll buy you two a beer." He finished somewhat awkwardly.

Alex chuckled shaking her head at the boy, but Wells and Clarke didn't seem as amused as she was.

Wells stepped forward, shoving the raven haired boy lightly. "You mind?" He grunted.

"Woah-" -the boy, Alex realized was Jasper Jordan- since Monty Green was by his side "Hey." Jasper said raising his arms in defense.

"Hey, hey, hey! Hands off him. He's with us." Murphy interrupted, shoving Wells, his goons following behind.

Alex rolled her eyes at him. The look on Jaspers face told her that Murphy had never said two words to the boy.

Wells backed down, raising his arms in front of him, realizing he was outnumbered. "Relax. We're just trying to figure out where we are."

"We're on the ground, that not good enough for you?" The man from the earlier called as he walked towards them, his sister by his side.

Bellamy Blake.

Murphy had told Alex about the Blake siblings when they were exploring earlier. She learned that her new friend Vi, was the infamous girl under the floor. Alex remembered hearing a few guards gossiping about the girl under the floor, but she didn't really care to listen in on the details. Maybe I should've, she thought, as she looked towards Bellamy.

Wells walked forward, "We need to get to Mount Weather. You heard my father's message, that has to be our first priority." He explained.

Alex to let out a sigh. He just had to bring daddy into it.

"Screw your father!" Octavia hissed. "What? You think you're in charge here?" She paused to look between Wells and Clarke, "you, and your little princess." She sneers.

"Do you think we care who's in charge here? We need to get to Mount Weather, not because the Chancellor said so, but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we'll get and the harder this'll be. How long do you think we'll last without those supplies? We're looking at a 20 mile trek okay? So if we wanna get there before dark we need to leave, now." Clarke stated.

Alex found herself rolling her eyes for the second time that day at Clarke's apparent love for dramatic statements, but Alex agreed with her nonetheless. She knew what Clarke had said would keep them alive for the time being.

"I got a better idea, you three go. Find it for us, let the privileged do the hard work for a change." Bellamy spoke as he looked between the three, his eyes lingering on the girl he had seen with his sister.

"Don't lump me in with the Chancellor and his princess, Blake." She sneered at the older boy, only to receive a smirk in response. She was privileged, she recognized that, but it stung all the same.

"You're not listening!" Wells shouted "We all need to go." he finished.

"Look at this everybody," Murphy said, shoving Wells forward "Chancellor of earth." He continued with a smirk.

"You think that's funny?" Wells asked, stepping forward.

Alex rolled her eyes from where she was leaning her back against the dropship. She knew Murphy well, so she knew where this situation was going.

Murphy lunged toward Wells, kicking out his ankle. A crack sounded as Wells fell to the ground. "No, but that was." Murphy said smirking down at the injured boy.

Sighing, Alex walked toward Wells, roughly pulling him to his feet by the back of his jacket. "Really? We've been here 10 minutes, and you've already started kicking puppies." She said lowering her voice slightly.

"Thanks Lex." Wells said appreciatively.

Alex responded with a slight glare in his direction.

Rolling his eyes, Murphy responded with a feigned pout "Come on Sugar, we're on the ground, let me have my fun." He finished, looking towards Wells with a smirk.

She sent a look to Wells, to which the boy gave her a reassuring smile. Alex scoffed as she shoved Wells towards Murphy. "Fine, but don't come crying to me when you break your nose. Again." She glared at her friend.

Murphy raised his arms with a smirk, knowing the girl would be the first at his side if he did break his nose. "Alright." Murphy addressed Wells with a laugh.

Alex watched as Murphy faked a few swings in Wells direction.

"Come on." Murphy teased.

Wells stepped back slightly, he raised his shaking fists, squaring up.

Movement to her right caused Alex to snap her head in that direction. She watched as one of the boys that got out of his seat in the dropship jump from the roof, landing between Murphy and Wells.

"Kid's got one leg." he stated calmly. "How about you wait till it's a fair fight." He finished, narrowing his eyes at Murphy.

Octavia sauntered over flirtatiously, "Hey Spacewalker." she said with a smirk, "Rescue me next." The tension was official diffused, as the delinquents dispersed; going off to do god knows what.

Alex laughed softly as she walked up to the girl. "Smooth." She whispered teasingly to Octavia.

Octavia smirked at Alex, then giggled as she watched the boy leave. "Damn, that as-" her mouth snapped shut when she saw her brother approaching. Alex snickered, receiving a glare from Octavia.

Bellamy watched his sister, stare at Finns retreating form, alongside the Kane girl. He moved towards them with a disapproving look directed at his sister.

Octavia met her brothers eyes and pouted, "What?" She said innocently "He's cute." She shrugged.

Bellamy glanced at Alex before saying, "He's a criminal."

His words made Alex laugh, "Hate to break it to you Blake, but we're all criminals." She smirked. Octavia nodded in agreement.

Ignoring her words, Bellamy turned to Octavia grabbing her arm "Look O, I came down here to protect you." He said clearly frustrated.

Alex watched as Bellamy spoke to his sister, it was clear that he cared about her and didn't want anyone to hurt her. She could understand why he was frustrated, if what Murphy said was true, Octavia had been sheltered her whole life. She didn't know what people were capable of, but she wasn't going to learn if her big brother was hovering over her shoulder all the time.

Octavia ripped her arm out of his grip,"I don't need protecting. I have been locked up one way or another all my life, I am done following orders." Octavia stated strongly.

Alex smirked at her friend's attitude. For a girl who had been kept under the floor for 16 years, she had bite.

Octavia continued, "I need to have fun, Bell. I need to just do something crazy! Just because I can," She stressed, throwing her head back. "And no one, including you two," she said as she looked between Alex and Bellamy, "Is gonna stop me."

"Wasn't planning on it." Alex stated as she raised a brow "I do plan on joining you though." She replied.

Bellamy glared at her, clearly annoyed at her encouragement. "You mind? I'm having a private conversation with my sister." He said shortly

"Doesn't seem very private to me." She said crossing her arms over her chest, looking around at the delinquents that were well within hearing range.

Bellamy glanced around noticing the delinquents as well. "Well, it is. So why don't you go play with the other privileged kids." He hissed.

Alex scoffed, "Your brother's an asshole Vi." She said, not so quietly to Octavia, causing the girl to laugh.

"I can hear you, Sweetheart." Bellamy snapped at her, pulling Octavia toward him.

Alex's flinch went unnoticed by the siblings, the familiar pet name bringing back unpleasant memories.

"You were meant to, cadet." She snapped back, turning on her heel and leaving the siblings to their private conversation.

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Alex made way over to where Clarke and Wells were sitting, still trying to push back the memories. She was angry that a single word-'Sweetheart'- had brought back feelings and images she worked so hard to bury.  She snapped out of the daze she was in when she knocked into Clarke. Alex reached out to steady the girl, who lost her balance slightly.

"Sorry, Clarke. You good Wells?'' Alex asked, raising her brows.

"Uh yeah, just a sprain. Doesn't even hurt that bad." The boy tried to sound nonchalant as he responded, though he was clearly in pain.

Alex didn't even tried to hide her amusement at the look Clarke gave him. Unfortunately-for Alex- before Clarke could scold Wells, a voice spoke from behind the three.

"So, Mount Weather." Spacewalker walked towards them,"When do we leave?" He asked.

"Right now." Clarke answered. "We'll be back tomorrow with food." She stated looking at Wells.

"How are the tw-" Alex coughed loudly interrupting Wells, "Three of you going to carry enough food for 100." Wells amended, looking toward Alex with a slight laugh.

Spacewalker turned, and grabbed the two closest delinquents-Monty and Jasper- Alex realized. "Five of us, can we go now?" Spacewalker asked looking at Clarke, who nodded.

"Sounds like a party, make it six." Octavia called out as she walked towards them and linked arms with Alex.

"Hey, What the hell are you doing?" Bellamy asked, catching up to his sister.

"Going for a walk." Octavia responded instantly, while shrugging.

Alex snorted at the girls response, "Yeah, a walk through a radiation soaked forest." She stated nonchalantly. snickering when she saw Bellamy's eyes widen as he grabbed his sisters arm.

Octavia rolled her eyes. "Now you've done it." she muttered to her grinning friend.

Alex looked towards Bellamy, "Relax, cadet. She'll be fine."

Before Bellamy could respond, Clarke cut in, "Hey, were you trying to take this off?" She asked Spacewalker while grabbing his wrist.

"Yeah, so?" Spacewalker asked, raising an eyebrow at Clarke.

"So, this wristband transmits your vital signs to the ark." Clarke explained, "Take it off, and they'll think you're dead."

Alex tuned out Clarke's voice, having already had an idea of what the wristbands did. Her eyes absentmindedly running over the group. Octavia looked bored, Monty and Jasper were stealing glances at Octavia. Spacewalker looked like he was trying to look like he knew what Clarke was explaining, and Bellamy looked overly interested as he listened intently. Alex raised a brow at the older boy's interest on the topic, but didn't comment.

"Ok, let's go." Clarke finished, looking at the group expectantly.

As the group turned to leave Octavia looked at her brother pleading, her arm still linked with Alex.

Bellamy let out a sigh, "Go on." He nodded towards the group.

Grinning, Octavia released Alex's arm and kissed her brother on the cheek, "Mwah." Before turning to leave.

As Alex went to follow, an arm latched onto hers, holding her in place. "What is it

Blake?" She asked, rolling her eyes.

Bellamy squinted at her, shaking his head "If anything happens to my sister out there, i'm holding you accountable, Sweetheart." He hissed lowly, his voice hard and commanding.

This time Alex couldn't hold back her flinch at the pet name. Despite her effort to cover it up, Bellamy caught it. He smirked, assuming his attempt to intimidate her had worked.

Scoffing, Alex yanked her arm out of his grasp. "She isn't a little girl anymore, Blake." she sneered at him. "She doesn't need someone looking over her shoulder all the time."

Bellamy's eyes softened slightly, if the girl in front of him had blinked she would've missed it. "She's my little sister." He spoke, his voice a stark contrast to his gaze.

Alex scoffed a laugh, "Fine, whatever." She muttered, turning to leave. Gritting her teeth in annoyance, that stupid name had such an ill affect on her. It made her feel vulnerable, small, weak.

Letting out a sigh, Alex looked over her shoulder the boy. "You have to let her grow up sometime cadet." She said softly. Before running to catch up with Clarke and Octavia, who had just disappeared out of sight.

"Remember what I said Sweetheart!" Bellamy's voice boomed from behind the girl. The young girls words running through his head.

Alex just rolled her eyes, speeding up her pace as she caught site of the group.

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Alex walked at the back of the group, between Monty and Jasper.  Her watchful eyes darting between the tall, green trees. Alex had always dreamt of earth, like many kids on the Ark. She dreamed of walking through forests, swimming in the ocean, playing in the rain, and climbing trees. Never in a million years would she have believed that their dreams would become a reality.

"Now that my friend, is game." Jasper whispered as he watched Spacewalker put a flower behind Octavia's ear.

Monty looked at his friend with a smirk. "That my friend, is poison sumac." He said loudly.

"What! It is?" Octavia screeched, as she swatted at the flower.

Alex's eyes widened slightly as she moved forward, Bellamy's words ringing in her ears. "Hold still Vi!" She hissed, plucking the flower out of Octavia's hair.

"The flowers aren't poisonous, they're medicinal. Calming actually." Monty informed the girls, eating one of the flowers.

"You couldn't have said that before Lex pulled most of my hair out?" Octavia muttered bitterly, rubbing at the spot Alex pulled.

Monty shrugged sheepishly "Sorry."  He half-heartedly apologized.

"How do you know all that stuff anyway?" Alex asked.

"His family grows all the pharmaceuticals on the ark." Jasper informed, throwing his arm over Monty's shoulder.

"Thank God for that, at least I know who to come to before I eat anything down here." Alex smiled widely at him.

"Sumac?" Monty asked, blushing slightly as he offered the purple flower to Alex.

"Sure." Alex said as she took the flower from his hand, dropping it in her mouth. "Hey, do you think there's anything I can use as shampoo down here?" She questioned, stopping to turn to Monty.

"Definitely-" He was immediately cut off by a voice calling out from ahead.

"Would you guys try to keep up?" Clarke scrowled from her spot.

Alex rolled her eyes when she saw Clarke's face. She had seen that face twice today, a dramatic speech was bound to follow.

"Come on, Clarke. How do you block all this out?" Spacewalker asked, raising his arms in front of him.

"Well, it's simple." Clarke began seriously, "I wonder, why haven't we seen any animals? Maybe it because there are none. Maybe we've already been exposed to enough radiation to kill us." She paused, looking towards the trees. "Sure is pretty though." Turning to move forward, she motioned at the group. "Come on." She beckoned.

"Someone should slip her some poison sumac." Octavia smirked, causing the group to laugh.

Alex snickered as she followed after Clarke, "Well, you heard the princess. Move your asses." She laughed, linking her arm with Octavia's.

The group had managed take a few steps before Finn broke the silence, directing his words at Monty and Jasper "I gotta know what you two did to get arrested."

Alex and Octavia looked back at the three, curiosity getting the best of them.

Monty smirked, laughing slightly, "Sumac isn't the only herb in the garden, if you know what I mean."

"Someone, forgot to replace what we took." Jasper responded, sending a pointed look in Monty's direction.

Monty rolled his eyes, "Someone, has apologized like, a thousand times."

"How about you Octavia? What'd they get you for?" Jasper asked, looking to Monty with an innocent smirk.

From the corner of her eye Alex saw the look that crossed her friends face, and squeezed her arm in an attempt to comfort her.

Octavia smiled softly at Alex, "Being Born." She responded bitterly, jogging to Clarke who was calling the group over, dragging Alex by her arm. Alex breathed a sigh of relief as the group's attention shifted from the topic of their arrests.

"That is so not game." Monty laughed, only receiving a smack from Jasper in response. He returned the gesture, as they walked towards the three girls.

"Shh." Clarke shushed the boys as they approached.

The group were in crouched positions as they watched the deer. Looks of awe painted their faces.

"No animals huh?" Finn said smugly to Clarke.

Graceful was the only word on Alex's mind as she stared at deer grazing in the open field. Movement to her right drew her eyes away from the deer. She watched as Finn stepped forward cautiously. The soft sound of grass crushing under his feet made Alex wince, but it it wasn't loud enough to scare the deer. Alex cringed when the boys foot came down on the twig causing it to snap, scaring the deer.

The deer's head snapped in their direction, giving the six teens a full view of its face.

A second head was protruding out of the deers neck, pink skin fusing it into place. The group gasped as the deer bolted, leaving the teens staring in horror.

<><><><><>

"You know what I'd like to know." Finn broke the silence that had fallen upon the group, since the mutated deer. "Why send us down today, after 97 years. What changed?" He asked.

"Who cares? I'm just glad they did. I woke up rotting in a cell, now I'm spinning in a forest." Octavia answered, as she spun around a tree, aiming to impress Spacewalker. Octavia frowned when he simply walked passed, not giving her a second look.

Alex sent Octavia a smile, linking their arms once again. "Maybe they found something on a satellite." Alex said, as she and Octavia walked forward.

"Yeah, yeah, like an old weather satellite or-" Monty was cut off before he could finish.

"It wasn't a satellite." Clarke said from the back of the group. "The Ark is dying." Her words made the other delinquents stop in their treks as she continued, "At the current population level, there's roughly three months left of life support. Maybe four now that we're gone." Clarke finished.

The group continued forward as Finn spoke, "So that, was the secret they locked you up to keep? Why they kept you in solitary, floated your old man?" He questioned Clarke.

Finns words made Alex stop, as she grabbed Clarke's arm. "What? Clarke, Jake's dead?" She asked softly, failing to keep the sadness out of her tone. The Kane girl had been close to Jake when she was young, he had encouraged her love for engineering and taught her everything she knew. Ultimately, she had opted to join the Guard per her fathers insistence, which ironically, lead to her arrest. She had a lot of time in the skybox to imagine what her life would've been like had she chose to do what she wanted.

Clarke nodded solemnly, "I'm sorry, I know you two were close." She said.

Alex scoffed, "I should be telling you that." Alex paused to look at her former best friend, "You never change, do you Clarke?" She teased the older girl with a smirk.

Clarke rolled her eyes at the younger girl, "Shut up." She said, struggling to keep the smile off her face at the familiar words her former friend spoke -you never change, do you Clarke-, "My father was the engineer who discovered the flaw." Clarke said as they walked forward, "He thought the people had the right to know. The council disagreed, my mother disagreed, they were afraid it would cause a panic. We were gonna go public anyway when Wells.." Clarke trailed off.

"What? Turned in your dad?" Monty inquired from the back of the group.

Alex shook her head. Suddenly, Wells sleeping with Abby seemed more believable to the girl. "No way." She muttered.

"Anyway, the guards showed up before they could. So that's why today." Clarke said to Finn.

"It was worth the risk. Even if we all die at least they bought themselves more time." She finished.

"They're gonna kill more people, aren't they?" Monty asked Clarke, dread filling his voice.

"Good, after what they did to me, I say float them all." Octavia cut in, grabbing Alex's hand and running ahead of the group.

"You don't mean that!" Jasper called out after the girls, who were running towards the rocks that were a few feet away from the group.

"You still wanna join me?" Octavia asked as she and Alex looked down at the river hidden behind the rocks.

"I said I would, didn't I?" Alex eyed the water warily.

Bellamy's words briefly crossing her mind as Octavia began to strip. Shaking her head, Alex slipped off her boots carefully, mindful of the knives she had borrowed. She wrapped the one tucked into her waistband carefully in her jacket, making sure no one saw it. Shimming out of her jeans, leaving her in her tank top and underwear. Alex looked to Octavia, "Ready Vi?" She smirked.

"Damn, I love earth." Jasper said from behind the girls, causing Octavia to smirk at the boy.

"Alex! Octavia! What the hell are you doing?" Clarke called out to the girls.

Octavia looked at Alex, "Come on Lex." She said to to her friend.

Joining hands, the girls ran and jumped off the rock, plunging into the cold water below. They stood, the water coming to their waists, laughing as they splashed each other.

Octavia looked to Alex when they heard the group approach "Get down." She smirked.

Alex raised a brow, but knelt on the slimy floor of the river anyway. The group stumbled into view, grinning at the sight of the river.

"We can't swim!" Monty called out to the girls.

Alex tilted her head out of the water, "No," she trailed, linking her arm with Octavia's.

"But, we can stand." Octavia finished, laughing the girls stood.

"Wait, there's not supposed to be a river here." Clarke frowned.

"Well, there is, so take off your damn clothes." Finn laughed as he took off his shoes.

"Octavia, Alex, get out of the water." Jasper spoke softly, his eyes wide as he looked behind the girls.

Alex frowned, turning around, her eyes bugged as she saw the water rippling. Something was moving towards them. Fast. "Vi, move! Come on!" Alex exclaimed, not hesitating to grab her friends arm.

"Octavia, go with Alex!" Jasper screamed, when he saw the girl was frozen in place.

Alex looked at Octavia. "Vi, come on you have to move! Please!" Alex shouted at the girl, as she dragged her towards the shore. They were moving slow, way too slow. Alex felt Octavia's hand get ripped out of hers, as the snake pulled the brunette under.

"Octavia!" Jasper yelled from the rocks.

"Blake's gonna kill me." Alex muttered to herself as she looked around frantically for her friend. The water went still for a moment, the forest was eerily silent.

"Ahhhhh!" Octavia screamed as she emerged from the water.

"Octavia!" The group called out as the girl was being thrown around like a rag doll.

"Clarke, my boot!" Alex shouted as she moved towards Octavia.

"What!" Clarke exclaimed from her spot on the rock.

"My shoe, Clarke!" Alex shouted again.

[just-someone-online]

Been coming up with a TWDG/PJO crossover as a fun little time waster, and I figured I might as well share what I have so far before I forget.

Lilly, Lee, and Carlos are some of the only adult demigods. Carlos is the son of Apollo, but I haven't decided on Lee and Lilly's godly parents.

At one point when they were younger, Lilly led a quest that ended with Lee missing an arm and their third member (Maybe Lee's brother?) dead. Lee stepped away from quests after that and began teaching with Chiron. Carlos, upon seeing the aftermath of their quest, decided he was done with the gods and now lives among the mortals. Sarah is none the wiser about her dad's past until she eventually meets Clementine.

And Lilly... Well, Kronos had to get his hooks into somebody. For now, she's keeping her head down and pretending nothing is wrong until a Big Three kid shows up.

Speaking of which, Clementine is the daughter of Hades. Her mother was none the wiser and thought the ghosts her daughter claimed to be talking to were imaginary friends.

When Clem was eight, her mother was killed by monsters, and Clementine was put into the system and shuffled around foster homes for a year until a satyr recognized her as a demigod and brought her to camp.

After a while someone realizes Clementine is a Big Three kid, and Clem suddenly finds out about the massive doomsday prophecy that'll be looming over her for the next seven years.

I haven't quite figured out where Minerva and Sophie fit into this, but Sophie gets to live. idk, I want to let Sophie be something other than the dead twin for once

Haven't figured out who all is a child of what god or who isn't even a demigod, but so I've got Louis as another Apollo kid, Sarah is obvi an Apollo legacy, and maybe(?) Violet as an Athena kid.

Clementine, and later AJ once I figure out how he fits in, are adopted by Lee and Carley, the latter being a clear sighted mortal.

Story wise, I don't think this would stick super close to canon PJO, especially since Clementine has an extra three years until the Great Prophecy. I mean, Lightning Thief and Battle of the Labyrinth might happen, albeit differently than canon.

[lewinblue]

Sunny I hate to make the inbox blow up like a shaving cream factory but I had the cutest little thoughts for Baby Mears and I need to scream (lol).

Alot of Baby Matthew's toys were hand-me-downs from some of the people in your household, but you could tell they had been shown alot of love over the years. Two of them had been Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls that Ben had found in the sandbox at the park and took home, cleaned off and had been given a little TLC. Nolly Gardiner had called his father down in Boston and he gave Baby Matthew his little teddy bear in his police uniform (Nolly's dad was a Boston PD officer for 40 something years). Father Callahan was a little embarrassed when Mrs. Curless found the little elephant stuffie he had as a small child and Parkins still had all his old school Tonka truck toys his sister sent down from Kittery.

Mabel had found all her little pull-rope animals that her grandmother had brought from Germany. Granted the wheels were a little bit squeaky, but other than that, they were perfect. Her favorite had been a little horse she had named "Misty".

Eva had found some old baseball things that had been hers when she was younger. She always used to go to Red Sox games with her father and she even had a little baseball cap she used to wear when she and her neighborhood hooligans used to go and play (whenever it was girls vs. boys she and her girlfriends used to pretend they were the Rockford Peaches, lol).

Mike Ryerson and his wife Lucy had a bet going. If it was a boy, Mike would give him his little Eeyore stuffie from when he was a baby, but if it was a girl, Lucy was gonna give her the china dolls that her great grandma had brought from Ireland. Mike won the bet and his dad sent him the box that had all his stuff in it. The stuffie was in perfect condition along with Mike's baby quilt, but it still smelled like his dad's Hai Karate and Old Spice (lol).

Corey found a bunch of his old blocks in his gram's attic, but Bonnie kind of cried when she found her older brother's box of GI Joes (Parkins grabbed them for her from the house after Reggie went to jail and the divorce papers went through for Bonnie). Her older brother had always let her play with them and kinda laughed when she married them to her Barbies growing up. Now that she was giving them to Baby Matthew, it had an extra special meaning.

Matt Burke had a bunch of "Classic Starts For Kids" since he was always a book nerd growing up. But if anything, he had a little Lowly Worm in an apple that fit perfectly on the dresser. His aunt had made it and gave it to him as a birthday present.

Dahling if you want me to keep going later on I gladly will (lol).

Baby Mears is so spoiled! In elementary school kids try to tease him about his hand me downs and how he doesn’t own anything knew but Matthew Mears isn’t easy to tear down. He was basically raised by a coven of monster hunters lol.

He doesn’t argue when people say things about his clothes or his toys, he just knows they were once loved and he’s loved enough to be given so many important things.

[shiorimakibawrites]

Idea: Legacy (Spider-Man)

These are rough notes and therefore subject to change. Any thoughts or suggestions are welcome.

Warnings: Spoilers for Avengers: Infinity War, Alternate Universe, Temporary Death of Canon Characters

Legacy

Peter Parker / Spider-Man x Reader

You are the daughter of Matt Murdock, born when he was 17, inherited his superhuman senses. You have trained in martial arts but strictly as exercise – your father is very clear that he’d rather you not be fighting crime.

MOTHER is either died or left when you were very young:

(1) protect you from some shady organization like Hydra

(2) having severe postpartum depression

(3) pressure to pretend she never had a child out of wedlock – maternal family is wealthy, devoutly Catholic . . . wanted to have you adopted far away to some couple but MOTHER gave you to your father.

STEP-MOTHER meet Matt sometime during university or law school, married sometime before BROTHER was born. BROTHER is about ten years younger than you and about 7 years old.

Matt and STEP-MOTHER are dusted during the Snap.

(1) Wilson Fisk and some other enemies of Daredevil did not.

(2) Uncertain if Foggy or Karen are dusted.

(3) BEST FRIEND and BROTHER might have also been dusted but leaning toward not – what your situation to be similar but not identical to Peter’s.

Elektra didn’t die (again) in Midland Circle but never bothered getting herself legally alive again. She had left everything she inherited from the Natchois family to Matt in her will . . .and maybe Matt hasn’t found out that she isn’t dead before the Snap . . . we’ll say that is enough of a fortunate that you can easily cover your rent and other expenses, pay for school, etc. Maybe not Tony Stark level of money but qualify as rich? Part of it is business interests or real estate that that regularly brings in money?

Marci or Foggy (if he’s not dusted) might be the executor of Matt’s estate since you being still a minor can’t yet. And would have no idea what happen all you needed to do anyway.

You want to uphold Matt’s legacy. The part that has Foggy and/or Karen enthusiastic support is the lawyer idea but that will take several years to accomplish – you haven’t even finished high school yet.

You can hear how bad things are getting – the streets your father bled to make safe have become dangerous and maybe there are rumors that Fisk and others might be released or paroled early due to resource constraints or some other indicators that all of your father’s hard work is going to be flushed down the drain. All of which you hate.

If BROTHER wasn’t dusted, maybe BROTHER is frightened by all the bad stuff he can hear (“I want Daddy . . . he made the monsters stay away!”).

You decide that Hell’s Kitchen needs a Devil and make your own version of the black suit – Matt’s red suit would be more protective but it doesn’t fit. Eventually get your own version of it that actually fits you.

Inspiration pictures on Pinterest are mostly Elektra when she was Daredevil so maybe you use sais instead of billy clubs? Probably need to use different tactics – at 17, you are smaller and lighter than Matt.

Meanwhile Peter isn’t doing so great. He lost his girlfriend, best friend, Aunt May, and both of his mentors. One is Tony Stark with the added trauma of seeing him dusted right in front of him. Also for the purposes of this fic, Spider-Man has been taught a little fighting by Daredevil (mostly because Matt found Spider-Man’s attempts at hand-to-hand painful . . . maybe they were teamed-up and Peter broke his hand because he doesn’t really know how to throw a punch, yes it healed by morning that wasn’t the point).

Peter is trying handle everything on his own – he doesn’t want bother Ms. Potts while she’s grieving Tony, the Avengers have their own stuff to deal with . . . he can handle this.

Peter might have problems because Aunt May didn’t have much an estate – maybe Tony named something in his will, maybe not – and there is only so much work a high school senior can do without quitting school . . . and daring-do doesn’t make him the most reliable employee . . .

Hears about the new Devil and decides to check this person out.

Vigilante team-ups at first but start doing other things to support each other. Like patching each other up, food . . . then you are friends. Romance is slow-burn – MJ being dusted doesn’t mean Peter’s feelings for her disappeared.

Those who were not dusted and aware of Matt’s identity are not enthusiastic about you becoming Daredevil. But also become aware that you are just as determined and stubborn about it as your father. Eventually stop fighting you about it but acknowledge that if Matt ever comes back, he is going to be so mad . . .

Claire might make some comment that Matt would richly deserve to be on the other side of his ‘no hospitals, I’m going to fight with my broken ribs’ nonsense. Like see how infuriating that is, Matthew?

Question!

One thing mentioned in Into the Spider-verse films is that all Spider People have certain things in common. Like there is always a spider involved in getting their powers (generally they are bitten by a weird spider). All of them have an Uncle Ben moment (where the death of a beloved paternal figure teaches the 'great power, great responsibility' lesson).

So for the Daredevils out there across the multiverse, what are the repeating elements that always seem to happen if you already are or become Daredevil? The lost of your dad? Being blind?

It might be cliche or something to have Reader is this story lose her eyesight but sighted Daredevil just doesn't sound right . . .

Maybe you were on the fence until blind and you take the loss of your vision as a sign from God that He wants you to continue your father's work as the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

Or you lose your eyesight as part of the side-effects of The Snap - drivers suddenly disappearing from the trucks, etc would cause a lot of deaths and injuries . . .

Thoughts?

[procrazedfan]

11 Poppy and Ozzy

Waking up Together

The sun's rays peeked through the window of the cobbled together home of the Commander and her new spouse. After the hell that was the survival of the Metalocalypse, Project Falconback, and the Reign of the False King, the two of them unanimously agreed that they needed a while to recover. Their relationship had been more mature one than what they had when they were younger. Instead of empty promises on her end and an unrequited yet exciting recognition on his, there was a sense of peace between them that fit like a glove. Maybe they both needed to grow up a little. Poppy blinked awake, staring at the bushy hair that covered the face of the man she loved. She didn't deserve him. She knew she didn't. She could make try to make it up to him over a thousand lifetimes and she still would never deserve him. But he chose her anyway. Walked through the fires of hell just to be here.

Ozzy opened his eye, tightening a grip on her hand with his remaining one before letting out a soft, contented sigh. "Mornin' Pop."

"Morning, Käraste." She muttered back, taking the moment to memorize every inch of him.

A small bundle shuffled between them, making the both of them break into a laugh.

"There's my little monster." Ozzy teased, as Poppy let go of his hand to scoop the little girl in her arms. "What are you doing, Bean? Pretending to be a bedbug again?" She tickled her, causing the child to squeal in laughter.

"Mamaaaaa I give, I GIVE!" She whined, trying to wiggle out of her grasp.

Ozzy chuckled and booped her on the nose before giving his stepdaughter a kiss. Then he moved his head upward to give his new wife a kiss.

This was heaven. He was sure of it.

[bravcguardian]

NAME: Sans 'Nova' Aster. NICKNAME: Blue, Chosen, Blueberry, Sprinkles, Sugar. DATE OF BIRTH: Unknown, self-proclaimed 25 / 12 / 19XX ZODIAC: Capricorn.

GENDER: Male. PRONOUNS: He / Him. SEXUALITY: Demisexual Panromantic. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Multiship.

LANGUAGES: Wingdings, sign language MONSTER TYPE: ( Artificial ) Skeleton. EYE COLOUR: Gradient blue-cyan with white pupils, right one flickers to yellow which can be seen when he's experimenting a strong emotion. HEIGHT: 165cm ( +3cm extra when wearing boots ).

OCCUPATION: Apprentice of Alphys. HOBBIES: Training, playing card games, reading. FAMILY: River Person ( parental figure / creator ); Hands ( adoptive parental figure ); Papyrus ( older brother ).

STATS..

STATS: LV: 3 ( half-way 4 ). ATK: 10 DEF: 50 ( +10 ). HP: 30 MAGIC SPECIALIZATION: - Bone attacks; - Blue soul magic. DESCRIPTION: * Forgettable.

MISC.

✮ He’s half-conscious about timelines, often portrayed as nightmares or dreams, it depends on the approach the human has taken. However, he’s ignorant about SAVES and RESETS in his own timeline though he is under the impression his own brother might know more than he does. ✮ Nova met a few characters from different timelines and universes, and he's able to teleport to their plane of existent provided that he's still learning how to manage his teleportation ability.

QUIRKS.

✮ He always wears gloves, even has different types of gloves for certain things: gloves for washing the dishes, gloves for his uniform of Royal Guard in training, gloves for when he’s at home...

NOTES: I do not like Deltarune's implication of being a sequel, therefore the information from that game won't be taken into consideration when it comes to this portrayal.

PRESENT.

     Leading a quiet life in Snowdin and going back and forth between places across the Underground, in order to improve as a Royal Guard non-official apprentice, Nova is seen as an enthusiastic monster who thoroughly enjoys his life. Asking around would get different answers about his persona: someone clingy, someone affectionate, someone serious and unnerving, at times labeled as oblivious and stupidly innocent. All those descriptions definitely match the skeleton who's quite secretive in reality and strives to not be simply categorized into just one aspect of himself.

     Nova lacks certain experiences but he isn’t as naive or defenseless as he pretends he is, whatever he is unaware of, he makes it up through a deep research that might keep him restless for days until figuring out that bit of missing information. He is a sharp observant, copying mannerisms from others in order to fit in better, and he constantly struggles with his curiosity: his fateful defect that might eventually lead him to his dismay. Still, pretending, he realized, made everything easier for him. It also causes less problems due to not having to explain himself over certain actions.

Despite that nature of his, if he truly cares about you, he’d be a great ally because towards people he trust, he means well and is willing to take risks. 

     On a different and much more light-hearted note, and contrary to popular belief, the younger skeleton enjoys puns but isn’t good at coming up with them on the spot, unlike his older brother who musters them on the fly and manages to come across as witty. While Nova, looks up to him not only for his sense of humor ( and a hidden strong will that pushed him thus far in life ), he also finds himself looking after the older since Papyrus seems unable to take care of his health, provided that he seemingly does not care what happens to him due to 'giving up' much to Nova's dismay.

PAST.

Technically speaking, Papyrus and Sans weren't born by conventional means as they were born from amalgamations residues, turned into entirely new creatures which were artificial skeletons. There wasn't a childhood outside the lab, and Sans' curious nature caused him to suffer the most; ultimately resulting in his palms getting drilled with holes as punishment for 'overstepping' ( he was just a child, there being no justification of such extreme course of action ).

Since it caused permanent irreversible damage, it later becomes a severe trigger in his adulthood hence his permanent usage of gloves. The sight alone drags him into a negative head-space that he never truly left that lab.

It was thanks to Papyrus' long waiting game of behaving like a perfect test subject who didn't rebel that eventually got them out, and they became runaways before being taken in by a similar skeleton-type of monster. Apprehension, caution but eventual surrender at the display of kindness and genuine care, Papyrus and Sans eventually find themselves moving to Snowdin in one night, establishing themselves as locals the following morning.

「 I. / Nova 」 Main verse.

   The human has yet to fall again. Day after day, Queen Toriel tries her very best to bring hope to every monster soul. Perhaps, this plan of her might not be entirely convincing but Nova remains as one of the most cheerful ( if not only ) monsters that remain in the underground. One of the few that truly believed in the low but still present possibility of tasting freedom for the first time.    That hope of a  new chance for the monsters, for his brother to finally smile. Feel the sunshine on his bones, breathe fresh air and see all colors painting a wonderful canvas in the sky with each different time of the day.    But, tragically, that utopic world of his never happened.    The day the last needed human fell, it was over for him.    For everyone.    Empty eyes which contained deep inside negative emotions, hatered being the core of their soul, stared back at frightened blue pupils that could only offer a faint smile despite his soul screaming to run away or fight them, figure frozen to his spot yet trembling ever so lightly. Nova, trying to turn this around, spread wide open his arms, silently praying that this situation could change—it had to change.    No noises were heard, everyone in Snowdin was gone. Dust spread across Snowdin with the light breeze.    He was scared, could feel his soul beating painfully against his rib-cage.    Had Papyrus turned to dust? What would happen to Alphys? The Queen herself?   Could he save this human from themselves?   Words tripped over each other, leaving his mouth in stutters because mustering courage to speak was difficult. Trying to knock some sense on the human proved to be even a harder task—words full of kindness, of understanding kept coming. Things could change for the better if they only tried!, and on, because they didn’t have to be alone, he could be there for them. A friend, a guide.    One hit.    That’s all it took for him to d i e.    However, their tale didn’t quite end there. Guilt seemed to overwhelm the human and they shook of whatever energy or spirit seemed to possess them from lusting after more death. They started all over again: an unknown faith laid upon monsters.

「 II. / Nova 」 No Papyrus.

   When the human was about to murder him, Papyrus got in the middle.    Nova screamed from the top of his metaphorical lungs and fell to his knees in shock, but all he last saw in his brother’s visage consisted on a simple smile that was almost telling him: ‘everything will be alright’. For that brief moment, the younger skeleton pondered on why this was happening to them.    Why would his older brother do this?    Did he believe doing this was a way to amend mistakes of the past in which he chose to turn his back on him rather than protecting him?    Was Papyrus aware of something…he was not?    Holding his brother’s hoodie close to his chest, ignoring the dust, tears rolled down his cheekbones and all he could hear was the human backing away, running from the crime scene.    Living with such burden, Nova drastically changed—he believes all human should be individually judged rather than welcomed. To this day, he hunts after those red eyes that only brought pain to his existence and simply ask: why.

「 III. / Nova 」 Surface verse.

TBA.

「 IV. / Nova 」 Human verse.

   As kids, their mother lost custody of them due to many neighbours' concern which manifested through constant police calls due to domestic abuse; the pair of kids were sent to an orphanage since the whereabouts of their biological father was unknown and he couldn't be found—which already set them to have a rough start, a bad childhood since they were neglected. Though, soon enough,  a caring yet mysterious man adopted this pair of brothers as he didn't want to separate them.    Having a single father ( whom even carried an important name due to being a scientific widely known ) never seemed to be an issue, not one they understood at least; not even when other kids during primary school bullied him for such. Kids, Nova mused, were cruel more often than not for no reason at all.    ‘Papyrus’, a loving nickname prompted by his awful calligraphy, would mainly warn the bullies without Nova's knowledge, but who can blame an overprotective brother after everything they have been through as children?    Currently, Nova is an hyperactive bookworm teenager with too many ideas to create and some people he admires that he wants to catch up with him. Still, even here, from time to time he had to get used to weird stares for never taking off his gloves but Nova ignores that on a daily basis.

「 V. / Nova 」 Coco verse.

   Somehow, Nova found himself lost in a wonderful yet spacious place known as La tierra de los muertos and, because he clearly didn’t belong there, he was immediately taken under custody and interrogated.    Police, or those whom had been around since the start of time, weren’t able to pinpoint whether he was lying or telling the truth yet, given how specific he was, he was given the benefit of the doubt, a warning, and then set free to wander aimlessly in that place as he technically fit the criteria of belonging there.    Plus, hey are still observing his every action and those who have knowledge are currently reviewing ancient books that could possibly reveal what the underground even was.

「 / Nova 」 verse.

   TBA.

Napstabot. One-sided crush, deep admiration.

Napstabot's melodies and voice had helped Nova ground himself from a particular bad episode, and ever since then, he couldn't help but admire the corporeal ghost now turned robot. It was an unwilling fixation that soon turned into a less than desired crush that Nova hasn’t been able to let go of it, no matter how much he tries to get rid of those unrequited and entirely one-sided feelings. Still, he is a fan of them, making sure to always supports them by buying merch and CDs, never attending a concert due to how expensive they are and, mostly, because of his inability to be in places that are that crowded.

「 IC. / Sans 'Nova' Aster 」

「 Sans 'Nova' Aster / INQUIRY 」 「 Sans 'Nova' Aster / MUSINGS 」 「 Sans 'Nova' Aster / VISAGE 」 「 Sans 'Nova' Aster / HEADCANONS 」 「 Sans 'Nova' Aster / MANNERISMS 」 「 Sans 'Nova' Aster / INTROSPECTION 」 「 Sans 'Nova' Aster / ROMANCE 」 「 Sans 'Nova' Aster / CRACK 」

[mistfallengw2]

Gonna keep it only to in-game characters, else I'll be here all week

Aurelia Goredragon>Gorewing>Gorewings>Dragonwings - Dragon/Wing warband + Wings warband [Blood]

The warband she grew up with was very good at killing any beast or monster they trained against, and being overhyped teens they obviously picked the most badass (cringiest) name they could think of. After a few years of active duty and the retirement of one of their members (who was considered the heart of the warband), they switched to the name Wing because it fit their tendency to ignore orders and "wing it" with success. "Gore" was an easy pick for Aurelia, having always been great at goring things to death, and she kept the name when her warband changed name.

When she came back to the Legions after her unplanned 4-years of unpleasant Mists shenanigans, she reformed the warband with Reeva, but they were undecided on whether to keep the name to honor their fallen siblings. Even though it went against traditional naming scheme, Aurelia's odd request of using a plural noun was granted by Tribune Brimstone to repay a favor (and to screw with those keeping track for funsies). Aurelia decided to keep her old name and be Gorewings, but years later, after Aurene hatched and Dragon's Watch was formed, she switched to Dragonwings. (Fun fact: when Rytlock pitched Dragon's Watch as a name, he also did it as a nod of homage to Aurelia's old warband).

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Adamas Crystalsoul (temporarily Soulguard) - Crystal warband [mix] (temporarily Guard warband) [Iron]

His warband never lived long enough to leave the fahrar and become official, but the name Crystal came from one of their teachers, who was fond of using the figure of speech "crystal clear" in any way possible. Initially a joke, it stuck with them, and the two younger groups of cubs in the same fahrar fought over who'd get to keep the name Clear, and the teacher in question actually adored it. His friends picked the name Soul for him, as he kept everyone together easily and it fit with him being the prospect Legionnaire of their warband.

Sole survivor of his siblings, the warband he was forcibly assigned to had picked the name Guard, with the declared goal of going straight to the Ebonhawke frontline as soon as they graduated from the Fahrar of Young Heroes (they never would do so, as first the awakening of Kralkatorrik led to a reshuffling of the Legions' priorities, and then the ceasefire with Ebonhawke happened within a couple years of them entering active duty). Adamas's new name was pretty much decided for him, but he never felt like he belonged so he went AWOL after less than a year. After healing from it all and joining the Order of Whispers, he started using his old name to honor his late siblings.

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Ellara Echodancer - Echo warband [Ash]

The Echo warband was as quiet as a faint echo and often used illusionary magic. She moves with the elegant precision of a dancer, but she's also good at navigating difficult situations. Since she also likes to sing and dance, it was an obvious pick for her.

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Daunte Burstspell - Burst warband [Blood]

The Burst warband was initially just him and his Legionnaire, and making things burst into flames was something they were very good at from a young age. Despite being a Flame Legion refugee, Daunte was never ashamed of his fire magic, and he knew a lot of spells that perfectly emphatized the warband's name.

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Okami Whitewings - Wings warband

After switching warbands a few times for a variety of reasons, they joined Aurelia's new warband (after she had already left for the Vigil) and it worked out for them, since they were all ex-gladia. Always been White. No real reason for it, they're just bad at picking names and most of their fur is white or light grey, so they just went with it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Now they have a small necklace that can create an illusionary glamour of white wings, so it matches.

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Bonus Deryn "Skylight" - Light "warband" [pretend]

She's Olmakhan, but as a cub Deryn liked playing pretend with her friends and pets, and she always picked that name because her father often called her "my light in the sky". When Adamas was dumbfounded by the lack of warbands in their society, she brought it up again.

ok lore question for people with charr characters because ir eally want to know: what is their surname, what warband are they apart of, and what meaning does the surname have?