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updating my main verse to be completely canon divergent stay tuned

Landon's kiss did not wake Hope up from her coma.

He was made fully human and due to his insecurities and holding Hope on a pedestal, they broke up and did not get back together during the musical.

During the Necromancer's plan, Landon allowed himself to be possessed by Malivore and is currently still possessed.

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hospital : my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened. (right after cassie tho 👀)

       The last few hours had been total hell. Worse than anything any foster father could have put them through, Landon figured. What else could be worse than losing the one person that meant everything to you? Nearly losing, he corrected to try and remind himself that all wasn't lost. The panic that had set in when they'd gotten the call was unbearable, but he'd had to pull himself together so as to not show any weakness to Hector and Maria. He still wasn't sure what their reaction would be other than to tell him to pray. That alone set his teeth on edge even more. Seeing Raf had eased some of the anxiety, though, it wasn't exactly soothing to see him covered in cuts and bruises. 

He stayed, though. Landon would always stay, just like Raf would for him. Whatever happened, it was them together, and he wasn't going to go back on his word even if it seemed stupid for him to curl up in the hospital chair and wait for him to wake up. And fuck, he hadn't even realized what he was going to have to tell him when he woke up– So when he finally did, the words stuck in his throat for what seemed like hours before he finally choked them out. "Cassie.. didn't make it." They were barely above a whisper, but he held onto Raf's hand tightly, just in case. "Do you need– Do you want me to let you.. uh, do you need some water, dude? What do you need? I'm here."

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scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side. (hope)

          As much as he wanted to be, Landon knew he wasn't a fighter– not in the least. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to try to be the hero he knew he could be, the hero he knew his friends needed and deserved ( even if they could take care of themselves. ) Part of him wanted to run in the opposite direction when he heard Hope yelling across the campus, and he knew that he should. At least, on some level, he knew that Hope would yell at him for risking his life, or that their other friends would scold him for putting himself at risk again. But Landon didn't care about the risks. He didn't care because he knew no matter what, he'd come back. He just needed to be better, needed to prove himself. So when he started to run, he wasn't surprised at the direction he took without thinking. 

Skidding to stop in front of Hope, he didn't see her in trouble, but rather chest heaving and looking as if something ( that wasn't there, either it had disappeared or run ) had given her another run for her money. He bent over, hands on his knees and tried to catch his breath– tried to feel anything other than ashamed that he could have been too late if it were anyone else other than Hope. But he pulls himself up with a crooked grin, and heaves out a breath, "Am I too late to the party?"

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JOSIE SALTZMAN & LANDON KIRBY

S02E01, I’ll Never Give Up Hope

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well. anyone want to write a thing where they punch landon in the face 

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hey guys i wanna make it 100% clear ( and will probably elaborate more on this tonight after the episode! ) that i will not shy away from landon’s trauma and how that manifests in him having toxic tendencies towards those close to him. it’s not okay and while it would be easy to just magically ✨ do away with it ✨, i don’t think that’s the story i want to tell with landon. i do like him as a character, but i definitely am not going to agree with all of the choices a character i like does.

if that’s not what you’re here for, then you should probably find another landon to write with: which, no hard feelings at all if you do! do what makes you happy. but i do think its important to show that not everyone is a perfect person and how mental illness and ptsd can manifest in ways that aren’t healthy. 

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“ even when you smile, your eyes are still sad. ”

       His  lips  press  together ,  slightly  uncomfortable  with  the  way he's being thoroughly called out by his friend. He knows its true, and it's definitely not the first time he's heard it from anyone. And Landon definitely doesn't want to bring up all the trauma that caused his sad eyes to remain his prominent feature. Instead, he decides to deflect, leaning over to bump his shoulders with Flori and laugh, slightly soft– "Hey, you know, it's only cause you keep beating me at Mario Kart. All that butt-whoopin' is really taking it's toll on me, dude." His eyes crinkle at the corners with his laugh, "You think I should tap out for Raf? He's worlds better."

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#the massage

insp

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i’m not your problem anymore

                 The  way  she  says  it–  Venomous,  somehow,  laced  with  ice. Usually his too-warm heart is unaffected by her words, but after everything, these cut through as if he hadn't built up wall after wall around him over the years. Landon's head falls, chin touching his chest. He can't help it, despite what she says ( it's true, as much as he hates to really admit that. though he'd also argue she's never been a problem– not to him, not to anyone. ), he still worries about her. He worries when her eyes glaze over when she's deep in though. He worries when her smile doesn't quite meet her eyes ( so often, too often ). He worries too much. But they're not dating anymore, and he's having such a difficult time breaking habit from everything that meant. "Yeah, but you're still my friend, Hope." The words are too dejected for the moment, but when he lifts his heads, he's attempting a smile. "I can still care about my friends."

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i’ve been having a hard time adjusting (Josie)

        "Hey–"  Landon's  voice  is  gentle , and so is his touch, as he takes her hand in his and brings her knuckles to his lips in what he hopes is a comforting action. He's never sure with anyone if his touch is actually something soothing, but he tries to do it just in case. Especially with Josie. "I know." And he does. He hears the whispers in the hallways. He sees the looks people give Josie when she walks by. It's hard, and there's really no other way he can describe it. All Landon does know is that he wants to be able to help her through it, whatever way he can. If that meant sitting here and holding her hand while she took deep breaths and talked about it? Cool– he could definitely do that. "It's just going to take some time is all. They'll come around, and they'll understand it wasn't really– Well, it was just.. It's complicated, you know? They'll understand it was complicated, and that you're.. recovering, too."

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“ you’re safe with me. you can let go. breathe. ”

      Somehow ,  Josie's  words  cut  through  the  haze . Somehow, Landon hears them over his own ragged breathing and thumping blood rushing through his ears. Somehow, he can see her worried eyes and not himself cowering in a small closet in memories that he's not quite sure are memories. He grips at her clothing, like she's the anchor and he's the sinking ship, flooded through with fear and tension. He can feel her hand on his chest: another grounding point to focus on as he's able to let go of some of the rigidity in his arms. 

What had been a simple, easy task to complete for the headmaster had turned into an encounter with the newest monster. And that encounter had led to memory after memory to flood his system ( none of them good, all of them bringing up a specific trauma he'd been through– over. and over. and over again. ) But Josie was there. With calm words and gentle hands. She was the one to take care of the damn thing, too. Strength and kindness all rolled into one formidable package. 

He nods and takes a few more breaths ( slow, easy, deep ), and feels a bit more at ease. "Thank you." He manages, and presses his forehead against her shoulder, his own shoulders shaking with the effort of keeping himself together. Tears pricked at the edges of his eyes, "Is it gone? Should we– Are we safe?"​

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sacrifate​:

⸺       @soulflared​   :       liked   for   a   starter   !

can   it   be   named   an   awakening   when   one   did   not   sleep   ?            an   influx   of   air   ,       rushing   to   fill   emptied   lungs   ,       a   euphoric   ambrosia   ;       heart   regains   its   beat   ,       though   perhaps   the   pace   is   altered       ⸺       or   is   it   that   her   ears   similarly   changed   ,       now   more   keen   ?            tribrid   rises   from   her   place   of   slumber   ,       makes   darting   assessment   of   the   room   ,       and   finds   him   .           OF   COURSE   ,       OF   COURSE   ,       FOR   WHERE   ELSE   WOULD   HE   BE   BUT   AT   HER   SIDE   ?            pomegranate   mouth   curves   into   light   smile   ,       allows   him   a   moment   more   of   sleep   ,       before   reaching   forth   to   tap   gently   at   his   shoulder   .           ❝       landon   ?            wake   up   .       ❞

         When  he  finally  awakens  , it's to something he wasn't sure he'd see again– Her blue eyes, soft smile. They'd told him, she'd told him, that she was going to wake up again– Changed, but hopefully still herself. There was still the worry, though, that maybe they were wrong. That maybe the vampire blood permanently in her system didn't work quite the same as it did when turning others. And he was glad they were wrong, because seeing her die? He'd understood in that moment why it was so hard for her, hard for his friends. Reaching over, he touches his knuckles against her check, just to make sure she's still here. "Hope.." It's like a sigh of relief, "Hi."

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Muninn watches him, doesn’t move towards him in the slightest as he shrinks and moves along the wall. Three’s amusement in her blood at the fear he’s exhibiting; like he’s not sure if what’s outside is more alarming, or she. 

She’s not going to hurt him, though, and the little siphon knew it, or she wouldn’t have pushed someone down here. A deep, exasperated sigh. She’s losing her touch.

“A poet,” she says, dryly- not an answer, but really, she doesn’t owe him anything. “From approximately two thousand years ago. What are you?”

            He stiffens a bit, not really understanding the presence he feels down here in the dungeons– But he trusts the girls more than anything, and despite Josie's penchant for power and darkness, Hope wouldn't let her shove him down here all willy nilly without, like, vetting it first, right? But still. He swallows hard and tries not to think too much about that. "Uh.. poet, right. Like the sphinx?" He questions it, then immediately shakes his head, "Nope, don't answer that, I'm tired of prophecies. Had 'bout enough of them to last a lifetime or two. I'm a phoenix." Landon's voice tries to stay proud as he declares himself, but.. it cracks.

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josiae​:

      she’s  unsure  if  the  hand  touch  is  because  of  comfort  for  the  bad  news  he’s  about  to  tell  her  or  if  he’s  giving  her  good news.  the  anxiety  is  ultimate,  head  first  as  her  thoughts  struggle  to  settle.  “  alone,  yes !  obviously, ”  she  lets  out  a  nervous  chuckle  before  pulling  him  away  from  everyone  and  towards  a  quieter  area,  towards  the  library. her  nerves  only  grow  when  they’re  alone,  the  anticipation  of  whatever  was  going  to  come  out  of  landon’s  mouth  was  enough  to  keep  her  already  spinning  head  spin  more. 

   when  he  starts  to  ramble,  her  eyes  widen  a  little  because  she  wasn’t  expecting  him  to  head  first  into  so  much  stuff  for  her  to  process.  it  was  pulling  at  her  heart  strings  a  little,  making  it  harder  for  her  to  hide  the  smile  that’s  already  sneaking  through  her  mouth.  something  she  loved  about  landon  was  when  he   rambled,  even  if  it  was  ridiculous.  “   i  know  you  thought  you  were  doing  what  was  best  for  us  but  neither  of  us  having  a  say  kind  of  sucked.  but  yeah,  i  get  the  confusing  thing,  i  mean  it  has  to  be —  overwhelming too.  you  know, when  you  have  to  pick  between  two  people  and  monsters  are  running  after  you. ”  she  tried  to  lighten  the  mood  with  a  joke  about  the  monsters  but  it  most  likely  just  sounded  dumb.

there  he  went,  going  of  topic  mid  speech  like  he  always  did,  god  it  makes  her  stomach  twist  tightly  with  knots.  good  ones  this  time.  josie  finally  lets  herself  smile  and  it  only  grows  into  a  full  one  when  the  phoenix  exclaims  he  could  fall  in  love  with  her.  will  this  boy  ever  stop  making  her  heart  race ?  “  landon,  i  think  i  could  see  myself  falling  in  love  with  you,  too. ”  she  pauses,  reaching  for  his  free  hand  and  interlacing  their  fingers.  “  i  still  want  to  be  your  girlfriend,  if  you’re  sure  that’s  what  you  want. ”

          He does laugh, only slightly, at the jab about the monsters. Landon's shoulders, having been so tense all night, drop just a tad when he sees her smile just a bit when he's speaking. There was just something about Josie's patience that made him feel at ease, and it was a lot of the reason why he wanted to go through with this.. to try something new. To see if what he's feeling for Josie is just about filling an absence that was left, or if he really, truly, is falling for her the way he thought he'd never fall for someone again. 

Her smile ( the blindingly bright one he'd just mentioned is out in full force, and the butterflies in his stomach answer in kind ) widens, so his does, too– out of reflex. With their fingers interlocked together, he stares down at them for a moment, and.. wow, it's cliche, but he feels breathless. "I still want that." It comes out as if he's breathing a sigh of relief, but he leans in and presses his lips to her cheek, holding his forehead against hers. He just needs to feel her close to him, more than just holding her hand. "I thought–” He has to take a deep breath to steady himself, to be ready to be more vulnerable with her-- like she deserves. “I thought maybe you'd say no."

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         Landon doesn’t have to say anything more than that. He might have been a wolf all summer, but whenever his best friend wasn’t looking after him, he usually spent time at the docks. There had been times where his wolf had followed him, watching at the edge of the treeline, yet unable to do a thing as he watched Landon jump into the lake. “Oh,” he winced in sympathy. Whatever struggles he was dealing with, that had nothing on the confusion that Landon was probably going through. “It’s kind of important,” he replied, though he didn’t push the topic. “Uh yeah, I just… got back from talking to Hope.” And he fell silent too. Talking about girls with Landon had never been an issue before, but he’s never been in love with his best friend’s girl before either.

       "Yeah–" He answers simply, a nervous laugh edging at the end of the word, but he shakes his head. It's important, but it doesn't make it any less hard. Rafael understands. He hopes Raf understands. But there's still a bit of a wince just in case he might not. It also doesn't stop him from snapping his head up at the mention of Hope, confusion coloring his features. "Uh..? Hope?" Landon takes Raf's upper arm in his hand, gently leading him away from other ears ( privacy was getting really hard to come by these days, what with super-hearing and magically enchanted pens ), "Everything okay?"