#DAMN HE MAD AS HELL AT VIOLET

[kiillerqueen]

thewcllingtons asked: ✴ declan & violet

        Had Declan possibly misread all the signs between himself and Violet ,  because he could have sworn that she was as much into him as he was for her.  Yet he had just witnessed her kissing another male that wasn’t him.   Maybe this was a part of his curse for being so kind hearted ,  it had become so easy for people to walk all over him and get away with it.   However he wasn’t in the mood to play the sweet ,  caring guy.  Declan had grown tired of always having people overlook him because of the fact that he had decided to have a heart instead of being some asshole ,  but just maybe he should retire that card and become the man he has fought so hard not to become.   ❝ I should have known that you were going to pull some kind of trick ,  tell me right now Violet.  Were you just using me to get information out of me so you could run back to your employer?  Bravo you’ve painted out most people at the manor to be these incredibly evil people when in reality you should be with them.  ❞    At this point Declan doesn’t care how much his words may possibly cause her pain ,  her actions caused him a deep amount of pain and he believes that it is only fair to return the favour. 

          || @thewcllingtons​ ||

[clownsecret]

The sacred Group Chat has inspired me. Cazador has just a little way too much to drink at one of his parties and suddenly it's all hands on deck with his spawn trying to wrangle him away from the guests because getting drunk unlocks Slut Mode in Cazador and while it's funny as hell to watch (and kind of hot, honestly) they know he WILL regret it the next day and he WILL be mad about it if they don't stop him

[skyjasper]

Betray You Like A Man.

Azriel X Rhys sister oc (but Rhys Centric kinda?! Rhys and Az angst?)

Summary: HOFAS bonus chapter inspired. Azriel and his mate Y/N Moonbeam aka Rhysands little sister have been hiding for over 50 years. When her older brother finds out he is anything but happy.

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Warnings: mentions of SA, Yelling, lots and lots of Angst, quite Az.

Words: 1,382.

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She and Azriel had been seeing each other secretly for over 50 years now. They had been through hell and back together, finding out about Rhysand under the mountain, Supporting her brother with his mate, fighting a damned war, and even finding out they were mates. Not once did either of them let on to their secret relationship, always passing each other with cold glances and curt words. The only form of kindness shown was on important occasions. But the minute they were alone, when they got back to their secret apartment, they were perfectly fine.

That was until Rhysand barged into Azriel’s apartment yelling something about Nesta telling Feyre something about their babe and found the two of them laying on the floor. Y/N reading and Azriel mulling over paperwork with a biscuit. In an instant, albeit a second too late, Azriel’s wing was covering her. Rhysands words fell away and he stood still, she could see him just barely through her mate's wing but she knew that her older brother could smell her.

“Azriel,” Rhysand growled out. With a knowing sight, Azriel released his wing that covered Y/N’s frame, not hiding her wings.

The moment Rhysands eyes found her matching violet ones he turned and walked out, slamming the door. She turned her head to her mate whose eyes were glazed over in silent conversation, she decided to listen to what Rhys had told him.

“Do we go? We should probably give him time to calm down shouldn’t we?” She asked, staring at Azriel’s golden eyes. He just nodded quietly.

Silently and with deathly calmness they gathered themselves and flew to the river house. She winced as they walked in the door, taking in the ruined vases and the loud shouting of her other brother and sister trying to calm Rhysand down.

“I DO NOT CARE. THAT IS MY SISTER.” He screamed at Cassian. She turned to Azriel, putting a hand on his chest to stop him,

“Maybe I should go in there alone.” She offered. And with a short nod he agreed, before she could walk away he grabbed her arm, and with a deadly voice he spoke,

“If he even thinks about yelling at you I will be in there. I will just be right outside.” Then he let go so she could enter the room. When she did she gasped at the sight of her older brother.

“Rhysand,” she spoke firmly, only slightly scared as his raging eyes turned on her.

“Is that bastard here?!” He spoke.

“It doesn’t matter, Rhysand.” She went to place her hand on his arm when he flinched away and stared at her with disgust.

“Don’t even get me started on you.” He raised his voice, tears springing to her eyes at his reaction. The pair of them had always been as thick as thieves, never staying mad, and definitely never yelling at each other like this.

In an instant, Azriel was behind her, hands on her waist to inform her he was behind her. Her brother didn’t even glance at the male behind her before continuing,

“I can’t believe you slept with my brother like some common whore.” He spat out like a slap in the face, he knew what she had been through, what she had done for him while he was under the mountain. A cry fell out of her mouth, his words inflicting more pain than any physical blow could.

Before she could say anything the entire room went still, the bottom half of the room covered in angry shadows. Before she could blink her mate had her brother around the throat against the wall.

“Be very careful how you talk about my mate,” Azriel growled, she could feel his anger festering through the bond. She sent a comforting phantom hand over his shoulder.

“Your mate?!” Rhysand laughed, “That’s hilarious brother, no one could ever love a bastard like you. We all know it, just admit it Azriel, you aren’t capable of loving a female.”

And then it was Y/N who was on top of her brother, facing him with a slap that resonated throughout the entire room. Not a single soul spoke as the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room. Not even Feyre said anything as her sister-in-law hit her mate.

“Fuck you Rhysand.” She yelled. “Fuck you for reacting like this! You are nothing but a cowardly piece of shit. You blame everyone else for everything that is your fault. Did you ever stop and think as to why we didn’t tell you?!” She yelled, Rhysands mouth opened to respond but she continued, “No Rhysand, you don’t get to speak. Maybe if for once in your godsforsaken life actually looked at anyone other than your mate you see that the people around you are going through shit! You would see the face that Elain is on the verge of breaking, that Nesta was going through something none of us could possibly imagine, that Cassian was coping and that I, your fucking sister, was traumatized. I get it Rhysand, what you went through under the mountain, trust me I get it, but it does not give you the right to treat everyone else like shit because they don’t react the same way you do to trauma. You do not get to sit here and act like my brother trying to defend my honor when you haven’t actually acted like a decent brother for the past 3 years!” She screamed in his face.

She gave him one more resounding slap before standing up and finding Azriels hands.

“Do not come find us brother, for I do not want to see your pitiful face.”

Then, hand in hand with her mate, they left. They both flew, flew for hours till they were at the cabin Azriel had built for his mother before she passed. When they arrived and got out of the cold she sunk to her knees, tears finally flowing.

Az’s rough hands came to hold her face, “Shh my love, he is not worthy of your tears.” He murmured into her hair. Instead of trying to calm her again he just let her cry, not once letting her go, instead instructing his shadows to gather water and blankets.

So she fell asleep crying in his arms over the hurt her brother had caused. And when she woke she found Azriel’s dark hair. She stared at him as her fingers twirled in the onyx strands.

“You know what he said wasn’t true right, you know how to love and you are worthy of it Azriel. You and I are the proof, this right here,” she gestured in between the two, lightly pulling on the golden ribbon that flowed between them. “This is the proof. I love you beyond words Azriel. I know you feel the same shadow singer.” She told him. Observing as his hands tightened around her waist. They had both suffered far too much to let the words of her cruel brother diminish all the progress they had made.

It wasn’t easy at the beginning, getting Azriel to open up and come to accept himself. It took him years to realize he was worthy of her love. That he wasn’t a broken bastard.

“I love you beyond the sun and the stars, I would travel worlds for you Azriel. And if the stars would vanish then I would voyage through the darkness with nothing but my bare hands to find you.” She whispered, “I would rip the wings off my back if yours were ruined because I know how much you need to fly. I would kill gods and kings alike to ensure you are safe. For as long as I am alive you will no longer be alone ever again, you will always be loved. I will always love every part of you.” She brought his scarred hands to her lips and kissed the skin on them. When she released his hands her lips found his mouth.

“There are not enough words in this world for me to express my love for you Y/N Moonbeam, So instead let me show you.” He spoke against her lips before moving his kiss down her neck.

And show her he did.

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@littlelunatica @going-through-shit @annaaaaa88 @i-am-infinite @impossibelle

[rainy-writers]

When are y’all gonna get it through your heads that no one actually cared if the Velaryon boys were bastards or not? They could have come out with white hair, violet eyes, the whole shebang and the rumor still would have been spread because it was meant to undermine RHAENYRA and her claim, nothing else!!

It was a misogynistic attempt to paint her as reckless and irresponsible and another way for the greens to push for Aegon. It was fear mongering, meant to say “Hey! Choose Aegon because you guys don’t want a bastard on the throne, right?” And it didn’t fucking work, save for on the idiot audience that still eats this shit up and genuinely believes that the dance happened bc Harwin and Rhaenyra weren’t married, rather than realizing the whole theme is MISOGYNY!! ITS ABOUT USURPING A WOMAN NO MATTER WHAT SHE DOES, SOLEY BC SHES A WOMAN AND NOTHING ELSE!!

If she had no kids = Vote for Aegon cause she’s barren!!

If she had kids = Vote for Aegon cause they’re bastards!!

If she has kids that look exactly like her = Vote for Aegon bc her kids are clearly Daemon’s bastards am I right? Vote Aegon bc he’s clearly the more responsible of the two with his trueborn kids!!

It. Does. Not. Matter.

And it makes me so mad, especially when people say that the realm wouldn’t have accepted Jace like DUDE. Nobody is just casually going around saying these kids are bastards, save for the people that KNOW they can get away with it if they’re caught bc Viserys wouldn’t dare punish them. Aka:

Alicent, Otto, and her nightmare kids. That’s it. No, some random Lord in the Reach wasn’t preaching about Jace, Luke, and Joff being bastards. I sincerely hate to burst your bubble (NOT!) but you guys as an audience care more than the actual people that live in this world and it’s so funny.

Basic media literacy will tell you that NO, Westeros did not care. How do I know? Well it’s simple really. If they cared then majority of them simply wouldn’t pledge to support Rhaenyra, clearly knowing that Jace is her heir??

I mean, these are all of the houses that supported Rhaenyra AND Jace:

I mean do yall honestly think Cregan Stark thought Jace was a bastard when he swore an oath in BLOOD with Jace, marched PERSONALLY to the south AFTER Jace was dead, and tried to literally kill the CHILDREN of the Lord’s who rose up against him and Rhaenyra?

Do you think Lady Jeyne gaf when she personally pledged to support him? Lord Manderly? Hm.

No, they didn’t lmao.

So please, kill this narrative that “There was going to be rebellion if Jace ascended the throne” and “The realm wouldn’t accept him bc all of them secretly knew he was a bastard despite having no proof because his father, his grandfather and THEIR KING never said otherwise.”

It would not have happened y’all. And one day you blood purist, Velaryon boys haters are going to get it through your head that YES !! They were legitimate because no one ever said otherwise. It was never proven. Rumor isn’t proof. Hair isn’t proof for fucks sake. You need actual words from Laenor himself saying that RHAENYRA cheated and those boys are Harwin’s. You need Corlys passing over Luke for Driftmark and outright saying it’s because he’s a bastard to even get a SHREAD of doubt from the great houses.

One day you guys are going to realize that those boys were loved and no matter how much you try and discredit them, they will always be legitimate. Whether you like it or not, Viserys was content with Jace being on the throne after him, THE REALM was content, and Corlys Velaryon was ready to die peacefully knowing Luke was going to be after him. Hell, he damn near handed that boy the keys so don’t you dare say Luke didn’t deserve to inherit anything.

And sorry for the long post but some of yall are really starting to piss me off. Never mind that this is fiction, your attitude towards these boys is disguising and saying that they don’t deserve a good life, that they dont deserve things that were literally GIVEN to them with no complaints, and even going as far as to call them dirty or saying they deserve to die all because their mommy and daddy weren’t married is fucking disgusting.

This “bastards don’t deserve anything,” attitude needs to stop being preached by real life people. Hell, some of the people saying this are literally in the wedding photos of their own parents wedding LMAO. It concerns me on how much disregard you guys have for adopted kids (which is basically what they are to Laenor), and I’d hate to see the shit you preach in real life. Acting like blood actually matters in order for someone to be considered family.

Because regardless of what you believe, had their mother not been usurped because she was a WOMAN, Jace would have ruled, Luke would’ve gotten Driftmark and, yes, the world of Westeros would’ve kept fucking spinning.

By law these boys were legitimate and people seem to forget they came out of Rhaenyra’s coochie so REGARDLESS, they are Targaryen. Like unless Viserys or Daemon was their father, they were always going to be half NOT Targaryen lol…Just like Alicent’s kids. It just so happens that they’re half Strong, but again, it doesn’t matter, because Jace gets his claim from RHAENYRA, not his father, so even if Harwin was married to Rhaenyra he still would’ve been the heir?? Even if it wasn’t Laenor who was his father, he’d still be heir because of his mother and being married to someone does not change that.

Some people even go as far as to argue that they’re not Targaryen so Jace shouldn’t be the heir which is stupidest thing I’ve ever heard and the most blatant case of misogyny ever. Like unless your father cloned himself then you STILL get half your genes from your mother dumbass. They are as much Targaryen as the Hightower kids with their DARK HARIED PARENT, it just so happens that their Targ side is from a woman, not a man. Which, like I said, if you don’t consider them Targaryen just bc they don’t get their claim from their father then we know what you are. 🙃

But anyways, to make a long post short, yes these boys are legitimate, they were recognized as such by:

The King himself (who they’d be inheriting from)

Rhaenyra

Laenor (their father, who they’d be inheriting from and wanted Luke to have Driftmark)

Corlys (their grandfather, who Luke would be inheriting from and wanted Luke to have Driftmark)

Rhaenys

The Realm

History

And if you still don’t believe me, here’s the official Targaryen family tree from Fire and Blood which all of Westeros sees :)

You see how they’re listed as Velaryon? You see how they’re directly linked to Laenor and there’s no little astric saying how they’re bastards? Yeah me too.

PS - Read Fire and Blood as well. This whole argument about them being bastards is literally stemmed from no more than two paragraphs, IF that. And their legitimacy is never brought up again.

[fourthwingfan]

Madness - Chapter 19

Surpriiisee. I'm done with the next chapter.

And thank you, you are all so supportive. ❤️

Enjoy! :)

In response to the Great War, dragons claimed the western lands and gryphons the central ones, abandoning the Barrens and the memory of General Daramor, who nearly destroyed the Continent with his army. Our allies sailed home and we began a period of peace and prosperity as the provinces of Navarre united for the first time behind the safety of our wards, under the protection of the first bonded riders.

—Navarre, an Unedited History by Colonel Lewis Markham

What. The. Hell.

It’s as if everyone in the room has turned to stone, but I know that can’t be true. I can see Violet as she moves away from the guy who holds her. I can feel the guy’s warm hand in my hair, his skin malleable under my fingers as I shove his hand away from me.

And…I just stand there. What the hell?!

„Quickly, we need to move!” I wince at Vi’s hoarse voice as she breaks the silence.

Complete, unearthly silence.

The clock on the desk isn’t tickin. No one breathes. Their gazes are frozen. To the left, the woman I sliced open is hunched over, and the man I stabbed is leaned against the wall on the right, staring in horror at his thigh.

I mark time in thunderous heartbeats as we stumble into the only open space in the room, but our path to the now-open door isn’t clear.

Xaden fills the doorway like some kind of dark, avenging angel, the messenger of the queen of the gods. He’s fully dressed, his face a mask of veritable rage as shadows curl from the walls on either side of him, hanging in midair.

For the first time since crossing the parapet, I’m so fucking relieved to see him that I could cry.

Violet gasps beside me – and chaos resumes.

„It’s about damned time.” Aon rumbles.

Xaden’s gaze snaps to mine, his onyx eyes flaring in shock for no longer than a millisecond before he strides forward, his shadows streaming before him as he stands at our side. He snaps his fingers and the room illuminates, mage lights hovering above us.

“You’re all fucking dead.” His voice is eerily calm and all the scarier for it.

Every head in the room turns.

“Riorson!” The man’s dagger clatters to the floor who held Violet.

“You think surrendering will save you?” Xaden’s lethally soft tone sends goose bumps up my arms. “It is against our code to attack another rider in their sleep.”

“But you know he never should have bonded her!” He puts his hands up, his palms facing us. “You of all people have reason enough to want the weakling dead. We’re just correcting a mistake.”

“Dragons don’t make mistakes.” Xaden’s shadows grab every assailant but that man by the throat, then constrict. They struggle, but it doesn’t matter. Their faces turn purple, the shadows holding tight as they sag to their knees, falling in an arc in front of me like lifeless puppets.

I can’t find it in my heart to pity them.

Xaden prowls forward as though he has all the time in the world and holds out his palm as yet another tendril of darkness lifts a discarded dagger from the floor.

“Let me explain.” The man eyes the dagger, and his hands tremble.

“I’ve heard everything I need to hear.” Xaden’s fingers curl around the hilt. “She should have killed, but she’s merciful. That’s not a flaw I possess.” He slashes forward so quickly that I barely catch the move, and his throat opens in a horizontal line, blood streaming down his neck and chest in a torrent.

He grabs for his throat, but it’s useless. He bleeds out in seconds, crumpling to the floor. A crimson puddle grows around him.

“Damn, Xaden.” Garrick walks in, sheathing his sword as his gaze rakes over the room. “No time for questioning?” His glance sweeps to us as if cataloging injuries, catching on my bloodied face.

“No need for it,” Xaden counters as Bodhi enters, doing the same quick assessment Garrick had. The similarity between the cousins still gives me pause. Bodhi has the same bronzed skin and strong brow line, but his features aren’t as angular as Xaden’s, and his eyes are a lighter shade of brown. He looks like a softer, more approachable version of his older cousin, but my body doesn’t heat at the sight of him the way it does around Xaden.

An illogical laugh bubbles up through Violet’s lips, and all three men look at her like she’ve hit her head.

“Let me guess,” Bodhi says, rubbing the back of his neck. “We’re on cleanup?”

“Call in help if you need it,” Xaden answers with a nod.

„Are you okay Vi?” I turn to her and gently grab her arms.

Oh my god. I have a terrible nasal voice. If that man wasn’t already dead I would kill him for breaking my nose.

„I’m alive. I’m alive. I’m alive.” She repeats it again and again.

„Yes. You’re alive.” Xaden says as he steps over the bodies toward Violet’s armoire with her daggers in his hand.

Garrick and Bodhi haul out the first bodies.

„I didn’t realize I’d said that out loud.” She says and starts shaking like a leaf.

„It’s the shock.” I say gently and move her toward her chair. „Sit. It’ll be better, just breathe.”

„Are you hurt?” Xaden asks while whipping Violet’s cloak from its hook and retrieving a pair of boots. His words are clipped.

Silence.

“Come on, Violence.” His cajoling words are at odds with his terse tone as he folds the cloak over his arm and brings the boots through the remaining bodies he’s left on the floor. “Pull your shit together and tell me where you’re hurt.”

That nickname again.

“You’re breathing like crap, so I’m guessing it has to do with—”

“My ribs,” she finishes before he can guess. “The one by the bed hit the side of my ribs with the sword, but I think they’re just bruised.”

“Must have been a dull sword.” He cocks a dark eyebrow. “Unless it has something to do with why both of you sleep in your leather vest.”

“Trust him,” Aon demands.

 “I have trust issues if you couldn’t tell. It’s not that easy.”

“It has to be for now. And I burn him alive if he ever hurts you.”

“It’s dragon-scale.” I say and move so that the light shines on it. “Mira made it for us.”

 He glances between our bodies, his mouth tensing before he nods once.

„And you, Sunshine?” He asks before moving in front of me. „That’s a lot of blood.”

„Yeah, well not all of it is mine,” I shrug. „And maybe I pissed one of them off a bit, and he broke my nose.”

„You and your big mouth, Sunshine.” He sighs in exasperation.

Before I can argue that point, his gaze shifts to my face and narrows at what I imagine has to be incipient brusing. “I should have killed him slower.”

„And your ribs? He hit you really hard.” Violet asks from her seat.

„Sunshine?” Xaden asks with a raised eyebrow.

I sigh. Fine. „It hurts a little but my face is worse than that. Not worth mentioning.”

“Never lie to me.” He says it with such ferocity, bit out through gritted teeth.

„I would promise, but there are secrets I can’t tell you.” I whisper and I can hear the sadness in my voice. „Sometimes I have to put my life first. Secrets can kill you in the wrong hands.”

He looks at me with an indecipherable look, then nods.

„Then be honest with me when you can.” He says quietly and his gazes softens.

My heart flutters.

“My nose hurts, and my ribs too.” I admit.

“Let me see.” I open and shut my mouth twice. I don’t know what to say and I simply nod. I’m tired of arguing. I let him do what he wants. At least tonight I don’t have to control everything.

Two other men walk in through the open door, Garrick and Bodhi following closely after. They’re all…dressed. Fully clothed at—I glance at the clock—two a.m.

“Take those two, and we’ll get the last ones,” Garrick orders, and the others get to work, carrying the last of the bodies out through the door. I can’t help but notice they all have rebellion relics shimmering up their arms, but I keep the observation to myself.

“Thank you,” Xaden says, then flicks his hand and the door shuts with a soft click. “Now, let me see your injuries. We’re wasting time.” He turns to Violet. „And you… go and get dressed.”

She must be quite shaken up because with a glance at me she goes to her armoire and does as he said.

 I swallow, then nod.

He cradles my face in his hands and tilts my head to observe my face. I flinch when he lightly touch my nose.

„Sorry, Sunshine. But it’s not that bad.” He slowly drops his hand. „Nolon can mend it in the morning. Now let me see your ribs.”

I sigh. Better to know now if they’re broken anyway. I turn my back on him, but I can see his face in the full-length mirror. “You’ll have to—”

“I know how to handle a corset.” His jaw flexes once, and something that reminds me of raw hunger flitters across his expression before he locks it down, drawing my hair over my shoulder with surprising gentleness.

His fingers skim my bare skin and I suppress a shiver, locking my muscles so I don’t arch into his touch.

What the hell is wrong with me? There’s still blood on the floor, on me and yet my breaths are tight for the entirely wrong reason as he makes quick work of the laces, starting at the bottom. He wasn’t lying. He absolutely knows his way around a corset.

“How the hell do you get yourself into this thing every morning?” he asks, clearing his throat as inch after inch of my back is exposed.

“I’m freakishly flexible.” I answer over my shoulder and laugh at him. Our eyes meet, and warmth flutters through my stomach. The moment is gone as quickly as it came, and he pulls my armor apart, inspecting my right side. Gentle fingers stroke over the abused ribs, then prod carefully. Then he repeats it on the other side.

“You have one hell of a bruise, but I don’t think they’re broken.”

“That’s what I thought. Thank you for checking.” It should be awkward, but somehow it isn’t, even as he laces me back up, securing the ends.

“You’ll live.” He says as I turn around to face him.

„I’m ready. Where are we going?” Violet asks, and I can feel myself blushing.

Oh my god. She saw it all.

„Well… I should go and get dressed to. I’m not exactly decent.” I look at my corset and short.

„We don’t have time.” Xaden shakes his head. „Here, put it on.” He says as he shrugs off his flight jacket and gives it to me.

Without a word I take it from him.

“Let’s go.” He helps me put it on, like I’m something precious. Now I know I’m hallucinating it because I’m anything but precious to Xaden Riorson. He grasps my hand and tugs me into the hallway, Violet following us. His fingers are strong as they curl around mine, his grip firm but not too tight.

He gave me his jacket. It’s huge, and it has such a nice smell. It’s his scent. Mint and leather.

Every other door is shut. The attack wasn’t even loud enough to rouse the neighbors. We’d be dead by now if Xaden hadn’t shown up, even if we managed to get out of their hold. But how did that happen?

“Where are we going?” The hallways are dimly lit by blue mage lights, the kind that signal it’s still night for those without windows.

“Keep talking loud enough for others to hear, and someone will stop us before we get anywhere.”

“Can’t you just hide us in shadows or something?” Violet asks.

“Sure, because a giant black cloud moving down the hallway isn’t going to look more suspicious than a couple sneaking around, and you’re so small Violet, that nobody will notice you if you stay behind us.” He shoots us a look that keeps us from countering.

Point taken.

Not that we’re a couple.

Not that I wouldn’t climb the man like a tree if presented with the right set of circumstances. I cringe as we make it to the main hallway of the dormitory. There will never, ever be a right set of circumstances when it comes to him.

But in my defense, and in a sick, twisted way, his rescue was pretty damned hot, even if he is hauling me down the hallway at an untenable speed. Even if he only did it because Violet’s life is tied to his. My chest screams for a break, but there’s none to be found as he leads us past the spiral staircase that leads up to the second- and third-year dorms and into the rotunda.

Our boots against the marble floor are the only sounds as we pass into the academic wing. Instead of turning left, toward the sparring gym, he takes us right, down a set of stairs that I know leads to storage.

Halfway down the steps, he pauses, and I nearly run into the sword strapped to his back. Then he gestures with his right hand, keeping mine in his left.

Click. Xaden pushes on the stones and a hidden door swings open.

“Holy shit,” I whisper at the expansive tunnel revealed before us.

“Hope you’re not afraid of the dark.” He pulls me inside, and suffocating darkness envelops us as the door closes.

This is fine. This is absolutely fine. Just breathe.

“But just in case you are,” Xaden says, his voice at full volume as he snaps. A mage light hovers above our head, illuminating our surroundings.

“Thanks.” The tunnel is supported by arches of stone and the floor is smooth, as though it’s been traveled more than its entrance lets on. It smells like earth but isn’t dank, and it goes on for what seems like an eternity.

He drops my hand and starts walking. “Keep up.”

“You could—” Violet winces. “Be a little more considerate.” We trudge after him.

“I’m not going to baby you like Aetos does,” he says without turning around. “That’s only going to get you killed once we get out of Basgiath.”

“He doesn’t baby me.”

“He does and you know it. You hate it, too, if the vibe I’m picking up on is any indication.” He falls back to walk at our side. “Or did I read that wrong?”

“He thinks this place is too dangerous for someone…like me, and after what just happened, I’m not sure I can really argue with him. I was asleep. That’s the only time we’re supposed to be guaranteed safety around here. I don’t think I’ll bother sleeping again.” she shoots a look sideways at his profile. “And if you even think about suggesting that you sleep with me for safety from now on—”

He scoffs. “Hardly. I don’t fuck first-years—even when I was one—let alone…you.”

Ouch. There goes my fantasies. I’m a first-year after all. But deep in my heart I’m glad, that he is not attracted to Violet.

“Who said anything about fucking?” She fires back. “I’d have to be a masochist to sleep with you, and I can assure you, I’m not.”

“Masochist, huh?” A corner of his mouth quirks into a smirk.

“You hardly give off snuggly morning-after vibes.” A smile curves on her lips. “Unless you’re worried about me killing you while we sleep.” We round a corner, and the tunnel continues.

“I have zero concern about that. As violent as you are, and skilled with those daggers, I’m not even sure you could kill a fly. Don’t think I didn’t notice that you managed to wound them and never went for a kill shot.” He shoots a disapproving look her way.

“I’ve never killed anyone,” She whispers like it’s a secret.

“You’re going to have to get over that. All we are after graduation are weapons, and it’s best if we’re honed before leaving the gates.”

„That’s enough, both of you. You argue like children.” I roll my eyes. “Is that where we’re going? Are we leaving the gates?” I ask Xaden. I’ve lost all sense of direction in here.

“We’re going to ask Tairn what the hell just happened.” Xaden’s jaw flexes. “And I’m not talking about the attack. How the hell did they get past the locks?”

Violet shrugs but doesn’t explain.

“We’d better figure it out so it doesn’t happen again. I refuse to sleep on your fucking floor like some kind of guard dog.”

“Wait. This is another way to the flight field?” I do my best to mentally wall off the pain in my face. “Will you be there too?” I ask Aon.

“Naturally.”

“Are you going to tell me what that was in there?”

“I would if I knew.”

“Yes,” Xaden says, and the path curves again. “It’s not exactly common knowledge. And I’m going to ask you to tuck this little tunnel into the file of secrets you keep on my behalf.”

“Let me guess, and you’ll know if I tell?”

“Yes.” Another smirk appears, and I look away before he can catch me staring.

“Are you going to promise us another favor?” Violet asks. The path begins to climb, and the ascent is anything but gentle. Every breath reminds me of what happened less than an hour ago.

“Having one of my favors is more than enough, and we’ve already reached mutually assured destruction status, Sorrengail. Now, can you push through it, or do you need me to carry you?”

“That sounds like an insult, not an offer.”

“You’re catching on.” But his pace slows to match ours.

“What were you doing tonight anyway?” I ask curiously.

“What makes you ask?” His tone clearly insinuates that I shouldn’t. Too bad.

“You made it to Violet’s room within minutes, and you’re not exactly dressed for sleeping.” He’s strapped with a sword for crying out loud.

“Maybe I sleep in my armor, too.”

“Then you should pick more trustworthy bedmates.”

He snorts, a flash of a smile appearing for a heartbeat. A real one. Not the fake, forced sneer I’m used to seeing or the cocky little smirk. An honest, heart- stopping smile that I’m anything but immune to. It’s gone as fast as it appears, though.

“So you’re not going to tell me?” I ask. I’d be frustrated if I didn’t hurt so damned much. And I’m not even going to touch why he needed to haul us all the way to Tairn when obviously Violet can chat with him anytime she wants.

Unless he wants to talk to Tairn, which is…ballsy.

“Nope. Third-year business.” He lets go when we reach the stonewalled end of the tunnel. A few hand gestures and another click sounds before he pushes open the door.

We step out into crisp, freezingly cold November air.

“What the hell,” I whisper. The door is built into a stack of boulders on the eastern side of the field.

“It’s camouflaged.” Xaden waves a hand and the door closes, blending into the rock as if it’s a part of it.

There’s a sound I now recognize as the steady beat of wings, and I look up to see the four dragons block out the stars as they descend. The earth shudders as they land in front of us.

 Tairn steps forward and Sgaeyl follows, her wings tucked in tight, her golden eyes narrowing on me.

„What have I done?” I ask Aon.

He stands next to Sgaeyl and snaps at her.

„Do not worry about it, little one. She’s always so grumpy.”

I try to disguise my laughter as a cough.

Andarna scurries between Sgaeyl’s claws, galloping toward us. She skids the last dozen feet, paws digging into the ground to stop just in front of Violet, bringing her nose to her ribs.

„What’s so funny?” Xaden looks at me.

„Aon. He said Sgaeyl is always grumpy. But so is he.” I smile at Aon. „They siblings after all.”

Sgaeyl turns her head and shots a menacing look toward Aon, before she lowers her head and stares at me.

She’s so close. I have never been so close to another dragon. But I keep eye contact with her. I’m not weak.

She huffs a breath in… approval?

“No broken bones,” I hear Violet, as she strokes her hand over the bumpy ridges of Andarna’s head. “They’re just bruised.”

“As sure as I can be.” She forces a smile.

“Yes, I want a word. What the hell kind of powers are you channeling to her?” Xaden demands, staring up at Tairn like he isn’t…Tairn.

Yep. Ballsy. Every muscle in my body locks, sure that Tairn is about to torch Xaden for impudence.

“He says—” Violet starts.

“I heard him,” Xaden counters, not sparing her a glance.

“You what?” My eyebrows hit my hairline, and Andarna retreats to stand with the others. Dragons only talk to their riders. That’s what I’ve always been taught.

“It’s absolutely my business when you expect me to protect her,” Xaden retorts, his voice rising.

Tairn’s head swivels in that snakelike motion that puts me on alert. He’s more than agitated.

“And I barely made it.” The words come out clipped through clenched teeth. “They would have been dead if I’d been thirty seconds later.”

Tairn’s chest rumbles with a growl.

“And I’d like to know what the fuck happened in there!”

I inhale sharply. „Xaden!” I shout and grab his arm. „Do you want to get yourself killed?”

I’ve never seen someone so much as dare to speak to another rider’s dragon, yet alone yell at one, especially not one as powerful as Tairn.

„Let him go. If Tairn wants to kill him, let him do it. I don’t want to look for another rider.” Aon steps closer to us.

„I knew that you love me.” I wink at him. „But I can’t watch it. All four are connected to each other. And Violet is important to me.”

„Just her?”

“We need to know what happened in that room.” Xaden’s dark gaze cuts through me like a knife for a millisecond before he glares back at Tairn.

Tairn’s mouth opens, his tongue curling in a motion I know all too well.

I pull on Xaden’s arm and I step in front of him.

„I’m so sorry that he’s rude to you, Tairn.” I say in my most polite voice. „He’s just a little freaked out. Don’t scorch him, please.”

In awe, Violet blinks up at the navy-blue daggertail as Xaden moves to my side. “She talked to me.”

“I know. I heard.” He folds his arms across his chest. “It’s because they’re mates. It’s the same reason I’m chained to you.”

What? They can…talk to each other? My chest hurts. Theoretically I knew it that they have a connection, but hearing it… it hurts.

I step away from them and I go over to Aon.

„Why am I here?” I ask him. „I mean I can’t hear half of the discussion.”

„I wanted to see you, to know that you’re all right.” He lowers his head and nudges me with his nose. „And unfortunately it seems the wingleader cares about you.”

„What? How do you know that?” I ask as I pet his nose.

„Sgaeyl likes to gossip. Now concentrate on the conversation, little one.”

I look at him in disbelief, but I nod and walk back to the others.

“You make it sound so pleasant.”

“It’s not.” Xaden turns to face Violet. “But you and I are exactly that, Violence. We’re chained. Tethered. You die, I die, so I damn well deserve to know how the hell you were under that man’s knife one second and across the room in another. Is that the signet power you’ve manifested with Tairn? Come clean. Now.” His eyes bore into her.

“I don’t know what happened,” She answers honestly.

Violet pivots to face the golden dragon, repeating what she said to us. „Nature likes all things in balance, that’s the first thing we’re taught.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Xaden asks Violet, not her.

Guess that means he can hear Tairn, but not Andarna.

“Feathertails shouldn’t bond because they can accidentally gift their powers to humans,” Violet continues. “Dragons can’t channel—not really—until we’re…they’re big, but they’re all born with something special.”

She relays the message. “Like a signet?” She asks out loud so Xaden and I can hear.

“Sgaeyl said, that no,” Aon tells me. “A signet is a combination of our power with your own ability to channel. It reflects who you are at the core of your being.”

Andarna sits up and tilts her head proudly.

“But I gave my gift directly to you. Because I’m still a feathertail.” Violet repeats again, staring at the smaller dragon. Almost nothing is known about feathertails because they’re never seen outside the Vale.

They’re guarded. They’re… I swallow. Wait. What did she say?

“You’re still a feathertail?” I look at Andarna in desbelief.

She blinks slowly and then cracks a yawn, her forked tail curling.

“You’re…you’re a hatchling,” Violet whispers.

Oh. Gods.                       

“She’s a what?” Xaden’s gaze swings between Andarna and Violet.

“How much faster?” Violet gasps. “She’s two years old!”

Sgaeyl chuffs at Andarna in obvious disapproval.

What an interesting conversation. I can’t hear half of what they say. Whatever, I will ask Vi later.

“Hold on. Is Andarna yours?” Xaden walks a step toward Sgaeyl, and the tone in his voice is one I’ve never heard. He’s…hurt. “Have you hidden a hatchling away from me these last two years?”

Sgaeyl blows out a blast of air that ruffles Xaden’s hair.

I look at Aon questioningly.

„Her parents passed before hatching.” He answers.

Tairn grumbles.

“Unpredictable?” Xaden questions.

“Gods, no. I could barely control it as a first-year.” Xaden shakes his head.

It’s odd to imagine Xaden ever not being in control.

“I would never!” Violet shakes her head.

Andarna’s head flops against Tairn’s leg. How could I not see it before now? Her rounded eyes, her paws…

“Of course, you wouldn’t know. Feathertails aren’t supposed to be seen,” Aon says.

“If leadership knew riders could take her gifts for themselves, rather than depending on their own signets…” Xaden says, staring at Andarna as she blinks slower and slower.

“She’d be hunted,” Violet finishes quietly.

“I won’t,” Violet promises as she looks toward the dragons. “Andarna, thank you. Whatever you did saved our lives.”

Her mouth drops open into another jaw-cracking yawn.

Violet stares at her and wobbles.

“What did she say?” Xaden asks her.

Tarin grumbles.

“Tell me what she said. Please.” His mouth tightens and I know that last bit cost him.

“She can pause time,” She forces out, stumbling over her words. “Briefly.”

Xaden’s features slacken, and for the first time, he doesn’t look like the stalwart, lethal wingleader I met on the parapet. He’s flat-out shocked as his gaze swings to Andarna. “You can stop time?”

“In small increments,” Vi whispers.

“In small increments,” Xaden echoes slowly, like he’s absorbing the information.

“And if I use it too much, I can kill you,” Violet says softly to Andarna.        

Silence, then Violet breaks it.

“Is Professor Carr going to kill me, too?” Every gaze whips toward Violet.

“Why would you think that?” I ask her with concern.

“He killed Jeremiah.” She says in a trembling voice. “You saw him snap his neck like a twig right in front of the whole quadrant.”

“Jeremiah was an inntinnsic.” Xaden’s voice lowers. “A mind reader is a capital offense. You know that.”

“And what are they going to do if they find out I can stop time?”

Terror freezes the blood in my veins.  “They’re not going to find out,” I promise her.

“No one is going to tell them. Not you. Not me. Not Aelin. Not them.” Xaden motions with one hand toward our dragons. “Understand?”

„Be safe, little one.” Aon says as they all bend slightly, then launch, wind gusting against my face. Andarna struggles, her wings beating twice as hard, and Tairn flies up underneath her, taking her weight and continuing on to the Vale.

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone about the time-stopping,” Xaden asks Violet as we head back into the tunnel, but it feels an awful lot like a command. “It’s not just for your safety. Rare abilities, when kept secret, are the most valuable form of currency we possess.”

My brow furrows as I study the stark lines of the rebellion relic that winds up his neck, marking him as a traitor’s son, warning everyone that he’s not to be trusted. But so far he has proven to be more reliable than my own father.

“We need to figure out how unbonded cadets got in your room,” Xaden says.

“There was a rider there,” Violet tells us. “Someone who ran away before Aelin arrived. She must have unlocked it from the outside.”

“Who?” I halt, taking her elbow gently and turning her toward us.

She shakes her head.

“At some point, you and I are going to have to start trusting each other, Sorrengail. The rest of our lives depend on it.” Fury swims in Xaden’s eyes. “Now tell me who.”

„Tell us, Vi. You know I will always believe you.” I say softly. „Who else was there?”

[sipsandfables]

Unfiltered Thoughts While Reading: Iron Flame by Rebecca Yarros

⚠️⚠️⚠️ BEWARE! SPOILERS AHEAD ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Chapter 1

If I were Violet, I’d be like “Forget these biscuits and EXPLAIN YOURSELF SIR” 😂

If Brennan survived, then why did Tairn’s old rider die? 

“Stop bringing logic into an emotional argument.” Hahaha love Violet

I will say though that if she’s going to be mad at Xaden, she can be mad at Brennan for the same thing

Chapter 2

is this foreshadowing? Will Violet or someone else learn the art of ward building to save them all?

“Weapons are the only things that can win this war” for someone so intelligent, I’ve never heard Brennan say anything more foolish than that 

Andarna is a teen 😂

will she go through an emo phase? Hahaha

At least it sounds like her mom wasn’t in on this murder plot 

“Fucking Dain.”

Lol agreed

Chapter 4

I love how Dain acts like nothing happened. Like, wtf? Why are you surprised Violet hates you?!

Unless he didn’t know about the plan somehow and we all just assumed he did.

Also, maybe another mind reader read his mind and he didn’t actually tattle? But even if that’s the case, he still read Violet’s memories without her permission this whole school year

Chapter 5

“I’m pleasantly fuddled but not entirely sloshed.”

Lol I’m using that the next time I get drunk

Chapter 6

Violet has more self-control than me. She should have let Xaden stay the night lol

Chapter 7

I knew it! So, less dragons are bonding because of the war and the venin. I wonder if they are bonding with the rebels or just staying out of it completely 

Chapter 8

so Aaric is the kings son?! Bold move 

And now Liam’s little sister?! This series is going to kill me 😭😭😭

oh shes angry lol 

“What in the angry-Mairi was that about?”

Lol I love Rhiannon

“I've danced with Malek more than my fair share over this last year and told him to fuck right off every single time. ”

LOL

Fuck this dragon and fuck Varrish. What. The. Hell.

I’d be so pissed if someone ran after that because that stupid dragon is killing people in the way anyways. Hide ya kids, hide ya wife, they’re flaming everyone up in here.

“If Solas comes near you again, he knows I will devour his human whole and let him rot within me while his heart still beats, and then I'll take the eye I so graciously left him." "That's...graphic."

Tairn has the best threats lol he and Violet were made for each other

Chapter 9

I knew Imogen would grow on me!

Omg I bet the person they’re interrogating is Xaden. He never made it out to his post and it’s why he hasn’t come to see Violet. I just don’t know how they can keep the dragons from each other 

“"I can take her," Sloane fires back, white-knuckling her knife, "From what your letter said last year, her joints pop right out. How hard can it be?" "Seriously?" I shoot a reproachful look at Imogen. "I can explain." Imogen puts her hand over her heart, "You see, I didn't like you last year, remember? You're kind of an acquired taste."”

hahahaha I love the banter in this series

OMG!!! Nadine!!! I am NOT okay with how fast characters be dying in this damn series!! 😭😭😭

Chapter 10

I knew this dude was sent by Aetos. So freaking sloppy! And the more this book goes on, the more I think Dain didn’t know about the War Games thing. He’s an annoying prick but I don’t see him being malicious enough to let Violet walk to her death. Plus, I actually don’t recall him shitting on people with a relic. He just seems to hate Xaden lol 

Welp, there goes my theory about Xaden being tortured lol

I find it hilarious that Xaden is so obsessed with Violet’s hair lol

Chapter 11

“Coconspirators with a vested interest in keeping each other alive.”

Lol love Imogen. She’s giving me Ron Swanson vibes here with his “work proximity associates” speech 😂😂😂

Banning people from knowledge in order to keep their corrupt secrets from the public is not sustainable. Sure, it drastically slows the distribution of information but the truth always comes out - it’s just a matter of when!

I wonder if the Scribes are translating everything from the old language in order to hide more lies

 Varrish grinning at Violet saying “dragons don’t take orders from humans” does not bode well. Has he found a way to control dragons? Or at least influence them with blackmail or something else?

Varrish is such a dick. Like, get a life dude. 

Chapter 12

That comment about a blade of grass sticking to Violet was so random. 

Chapter 13

This Varrish guy is the worst. He’s like Miss Umbridge from the Harry Potter series

“You wish you were my type. I’m phenomenal in bed.”

Hahahaha I love Imogen. SHE BETTER NOT DIE

Oh no, I bet it’s that freaking survival class test! They’re getting kidnapped!

Chapter 14

Tairn is so sassy and I love it

Obviously, the water is drugged! Have they never read a fantasy novel?! 

I adore Ridoc 😍

HE BETTER NOT DIE

You would think there would be more crossover activities and exercises between riders and infantry if they have to work together so much and infantry are expected to work alongside dragons

Chapter 15

Rhiannon is responding to Violet keeping secrets way better than Violet is to Xaden lol She’s like “hey, you’re hiding something and that’s fine but don’t lie about lying” with Violet. And Xaden is like “Honestly, I have secrets I can’t tell but here are all of the intimate details of my life.” Come on Violet! Quit trippin' and get back with Xaden lol

I don’t like the rift going on between Rhiannon and Violet this book. They need each other and it’s annoying lol

Alright 2 things that annoy me about this book so far:

1. The lack of Xaden and Violet scenes  2. Violet being mad at Xaden for keeping secrets from her in order to protect others

 Chapter 16

Yesssss, Imogen is spitting facts!!! Hopefully this will convince Violet to let him back in

“I’m still speaking.”

Okay Imogen 👀 She could get it 😏

Oh man, I really hope nothing happens to Rhi’s family and she blames Violet for keeping her in the dark

Of course she misses the interrogation technique class!!! Bad move man

Chapter 18

Theory time: Omg is death what’s powering the wards??? Is that why so many more people are dying at an alarming rate? They need more students to die to power up the wards? And maybe daggers work because they are an instrument for causing death?

“I want you.” All day. Every day.

LOLLL

Omg I love how ride or die Rhiannon is about Violet lol 

Who’s soul is Nolon mending?!

Chapter 19

Theory time: Solas’ orange is off and Dain’s dragon's breath stinks because they’re giving the dragons some concoction. Maybe it’s to control them? 

“Humans have the memories of gnats. Dragons hold grudges.”

Pearls of wisdom from Tairn lol

Damn it Tairn lol while I love that he put Varrish and Solas in their place, things just got a whole lot worse for Violet 😬

Chapter 20

“Ugh. Let’s go throw knives at shit.”

😂

Has Mira met Imogen? They’d be two peas in a pod lol

I’m also shook that they kill civilians. Wowwwww

Chapter 21

Man, this is starting to feel like Final Destination since all the Resson survivors are dying one by one

“History and current events are tied because one influences the other.”

Interesting foreshadowing 

I like Devera and I feel like she’s trying to do the right thing while the rest of leadership goes to shit. Like Professor McGonagall does when Dumbledore is no longer headmaster 

“That’s what we’re not going to do.”

You tell em, Devera!

I bet Varrish will be in charge of the torture lessons given his background and he’s going to try to kill Violet 

I was JUST wondering where Dain has been. Haven’t heard his holier than thou whining in a while lol

omg I called it in the last book! Her mom gave Xaden those scars! I also still think I’m right about Dain being guilty of being a prick but not of sending his best friend to get murdered 

Rhiannon is so smart! She reminds me of Bree from Legendborn 😍

I knew I liked Aaroc/Cam for a reason! Hope he doesn’t die….

Chapter 22

It’s strange that Violet is so bad at remembering names when she studied to be a Scribe her whole life lol

Chapter 23

For some reason, book 2 reads a little more like a YA novel than the first book

HAVE THEY LEARNED NOTHING?! Don’t  eat or drink anything!!!

Okay, you didn’t drink but did you eat the jam?!

Ridoc and his snake confession had me cackling

lol I totally thought Ridoc broke first but he was lying haha

I knew fucking Varrish would somehow weasel himself into this training

They’re using Dain? Well hell.

Also, isn’t his signet supposed to be a secret???

Chapter 24

Wait, they’re practicing on civilians?!?! At what point do people wake up and think “hmmm, we’re the bad guys”?

"We should consider quitting the quadrant." Ridoc jokes as we walk over the door and out of the chamber, "We'd be kickass thieves." "With dragons," Sawyer agrees. "Unstoppable," Ridoc says with a grin.

This is giving Six of Crows and I. Am. Here. For. It.

Unlocking doors? hmmmm interesting 

Chapter 25

I know exactly who did this! A scribe! It was the person walking in the hood earlier that Violet noticed. I wonder if it’s her friend or someone else

Those statements have to be true - Markham is acting too squirrelly about them

FUCKING JACK IS BACK?!

Idk how I feel about this book now lol like really? 

Hundreds of cadets die every year and they spent valuable resources and time to mend him?! What happened to “we let the weak die”?! This is utter bull

Also, Nolon mentioned how hard mending a soul is….it doesn’t sound like Jack has a soul 

Chapter 26

I love the nonchalant way Sawyer and Ridoc are ready to murder Jack lol

Chapter 27

Territorial Xaden is the best lollll he’s like who the hell's jacket is that and why isn’t it mine?! 😂

Well, that escalated quickly 👀🔥

Chapter 28

Oh that has to be his ex. The one that Bodhi mentioned

I knew it!

Chapter 29

“Pull yourself together”

Tairn with the tough love 😂😂😂

“I will already know, as I am continuously with you,” he grumbles. “Forced to bear witness to the awkwardness that is twenty one year old humans.”

💀💀💀

I forgot who Professor Kaori is but I love them!!

Chapter 30

FINALLY Violet realizes how hypocritical she was being about Xaden when she tells her friends part of the truth

I bet Andarna is sleeping longer than expected because she’s going to be powerful as hell lol

Holy shit. Too many people die too often in this series. I don’t even remember who Eya is!

Ridoc better not die

Chapter 31

Freaking JACK saved her?!?! What is this rouse?!

I 👏🏾 don’t 👏🏾 trust 👏🏾 him 👏🏾 

Let’s go Aaric! Sidebar, I need a novella about him. He sounds hot

Chapter 32

I thought Aaric ‘s brother died in Threshing! Well I guess Xaden could have killed him then lol

There’s no way Nasya sleeps through his post every time. I bet he’s spying on them

Oh Imogen has it taken care of lol good. Also, that’s a badass signet!

Chapter 34

“The birth of iron rain” !?

That sounds ominous

OMG LADY STOP DRINKING THINGS FROM OTHER PEOPLE

Fucking hell. I honestly can’t even feel anger for Nolon’s betrayal because I’m too annoyed with Violet rn lol

Chapter 36

So Dain is finally choosing the right side!

I’m so glad Varrish is dead! He’s the worst lol. Violet will definitely have to watch her back from Solas

Yay! Devera came through!

The secret is out! Finally!

Chapter 37

🌶️🌶️🌶️

Chapter 38

Andarna is back!!! Yayyy!

I bet this “blood magic” means sacrifice! they have to kill people to build a new ward

I knew Mira would punch Brennan after seeing him for the first time haha

Chapter 39

The 6 strongest riders: Caden, Felix, suri, bodhi, violet, Brennan - I’m surprised Mira isn’t one

Chapter 40

I do think Violet is a little slow on the uptake when it comes to understanding her power which is surprising since she’s so smart

I’m excited about this sibling trip lol

Chapter 41

“Fuck it. We don’t need a luminary.”

Mira is a whole vibe lol

Cat is the worst and Violet is annoying me by listening to her lol Xaden is obsessed with you girl - ignore this jelly belly lady

Well that explains why Violet was trippin' hahaha wasn’t her fault

Chapter 43

yeah I agree - allowing people to die on the parapet is unnecessary lol

Holy shit ! This entire hike is stressful as fuck!

RIDOC!!!

Chapter 45

“The problem with mankind is we too often find our souls to be a fair price for power.”

Chapter 47

I hope Violet kicks Cat’s ass and makes it embarrassing for her lol

Chapter 48

Well that was hawt lol

Xaden talking shit about Dain will never get old lol

The way Xaden feels about Violet reminds me of Rowan to Aelin because his love isn’t conditional and based on if she’s “good” - “If you’re a monster, I’m a monster” (Queen of Shadows)

Xaden is very swoon-worthy lol

Chapter 49

I feel like it’s always Sawyer pitching the idea to just kill an annoying enemy (Cat, Jack, Varrish) and I’m here for it 😂

HE BETTER NOT DIE

oh no….am I starting to find Dain not so bad? Lollll

Chapter 52

Theory time: I really think these nightmares are real - somehow the Sage is communicating with Violet through her dreams Theory Time: I bet she gets captured or agrees to go to the head Sage by the end of this book to set up the next book

Oh god, I really hope an attack doesn’t occur while they’re on this training mission and then Violet feels responsible for not putting up the wards sooner 😬

Chapter 53

Violet must be thinking of Xaden and how he might go mad since his dragon was previously bonded with someone in his direct line

Fucking Solas. I almost forgot about this enemy!

Chapter 54

Honestly I’m surprised she doesn’t have more enemies since if you kill her, you essentially kill 4 beings in one swoop

Andarna is a badass

Chapter 55

No lie, this fight between Xaden and Violet is a little silly and getting exhausting

Ah, I came to the wrong conclusion about Xaden and his bond with Sgaeyl 

Chapter 56

Omg is Xadens second signet mind reading? That would explain a lot. It would also explain why he’s scared to share since they execute people with that signet

Called it!!! I’m glad her response was not immediately “I don’t love you anymore”

Now I need to reread these books to see when he reads her mind. Oh man, I hate to say it but it kind of sounds like what Dain did to her last year

hmmmm, that was too easy lol

Ugh, we’ve been here before - Violet discovers a big secret about Xaden right before some war conflict and they’re fighting in the midst of chaos. Not sure I’m a fan that it’s a repeat of the last book lol

Chapter 57

well I’m glad Cat has stopped being a twat and decided that focusing on saving the continent is the way to go over petty squabbles over an ex lol She reminds me of Lysandra but in a good way lol 

I think the trouble with the writing of their relationship is that Xaden is so amazing and their relationship is so magnetic that their conflicts feel forced. The obstacles they face within their relationship are hard to develop when Xaden is always saying the right things after they fight lol Not that I’d want it any other way - but I think that’s why I’m struggling with not rolling my eyes when they get into arguments. Violet deserves to be angry about the betrayal but then it just feels like her decision on what she’ll do next about them takes FOREVER and it feels like it’s dragged out across a whole ass book.

Omg did Brennan come?! Is he announcing his “undeadness”?!

Violet immediately wants Xaden to use his secret signet on the others? I don’t disapprove at all but that better mean she will forgive him swiftly lol

It isn’t in Violet to NOT help innocent civilians if she can.

“I love you enough to bear the weight of your disappointment.”

Total mom sacrifice right there!

I need a novella of their mom and dad and how they got together lol

Chapter 58

If I were with the Rebellion, I’d agree to help Navarre on the condition that they make it public knowledge that Venin are real and they’ve been lying to citizens for centuries in order to keep a specific amount of citizens safe - that way, they’re not leaving innocents to die AND if they all survive the battle at Solstice, the rebels will walk away with an additional win (the entire continent knowing the truth)

am I the only one who visualize white walkers from GOT when I read about the venin in this book? Lol

Alright let’s go!!! Way to not turn into the enemies! 

Chapter 59

What is with Andarna’s scale colors?! Their changing colors have been mentioned all book - I wonder what’s the significance? Is she a rainbow dragon?! That would be dope lol

Jack's dragon's eyes are weird? Another reference to dragons seeming off! I bet they’re controlling it! But who would want the wards to fail? Who is Jack in league with if Varish is dead? IS Varish even dead?! Did freaking Nolon bring him back to life like he did with Jack?!

What the heck?! Did Jack become venin?! Why did he slaughter his own dragon?!?

Chapter 60

I knew he became venin! But didn’t realize it was for SO LONG!

Well, everything is going to hell in a hand basket 

“Fucking Jack.”

Ain’t that the truth lol

There’s no way this battle is in this book, there’s not enough pages left!!!!

Chapter 61

Can Andarna turn invisible??!

I’m so stressed lol

Chapter 62

Omg is Andarna a chameleon?!

Chapter 63

Theory time: Andarna is head of the seventh den of dragons! This is why she’s so unique. She’s not actually black like Tairn . I bet she’s one of one making her the head of her den. It would make sense since she’s an orphan 

Add-on to the theory: I think both journals are right but describe it differently. Warrick says six AND the one that combines all which must be what Andarna is since she’s always changing colors. Lyra’s journal says seven because it combines the six and the one

Good thing Andarna can make fire now!

Chapter 64

Not a Liam letter 😭😭😭

This heartfelt moment between Andarna and Violet is everything. 

The way that Andarna looks up to Tairn gives me all the feels

What about Sloane?! Can she somehow reverse her power and GIVE instead of siphon?

Ah yep, apparently she can.

Her mom is going to sacrifice herself! 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Chapter 65

I’m honestly surprised Xaden killed the main sage. I figured he’d be a bigger part of the storyline 

Don’t tell me Xaden is also now Venin?! 😭

NOOOOO 😭😭😭

Sgaeyl is pissedddd

Chapter 66

OMG WERE THOSE XADENS DREAMS THE WHOLE TIME?! 

I can’t recall if Violet only had the nightmares when she slept near Xaden 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I am unwell.

[jurassic-cunt]

i will NEVER not be obsessed with armand and daniel's first convo

"Get out. Take your tapes with you. They're there beside you. I know of your book. No one will believe it. Now you will go and take these things."

"Then you won't kill me, and you won't make me one of you either?"

"Make you one of us? Why would I do that? I would not do that to those whom I find to be despicable, whom I would see burning in hell as a matter of course. So why should I do it to an innocent fool like you?"

"I want it. I want to live forever. I wanna be with Louis and with you."

"I see why he chose you for his confidant. You are naive and beautiful. But the beauty could be the only reason, you know. Your eyes are an unusual color, almost violet. And you are strangely defiant and beseeching in the same breath."

"Make me immortal. Give it to me."

"It was all true, what he told you. But no one will ever believe it. You will go mad, in time, from this knowledge. That's what always happens. But you're not mad yet."

"No. This is real. Its all happening. You're Armand and we're talking together and I'm not mad."

"Yes, and I find it rather interesting. Interesting that you know my name and that you're alive. I have never told my name to anyone who is alive. I don't want to kill you. Not just now. I am going to let you leave here. I want to follow you, watch you, see where you go. As long as I find you interesting I won't kill you. And of course, I may lose interest all together and not bother to kill you. That's always possible. You have hope in that. And maybe with luck I'll lose track of you. I have my limitations of course. You have to world to roam and you can move by day. Go now. Start running. I want to see what you do. I want to know what you are."

dialogue from The Devil's Minion chapter in The Queen of the Damned, Anne Rice

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [01]

ー The scene starts in the dungeon of the Violet Manor

Subaru: Aah? Why me?

Yui: ( Uu, his glare gives me cold shivers...But this guy, for some reasonーー )

You seemed like a nice person so...

Subaru: Hah? I think you’re gettin’ the wrong idea here. Fuck off... Besides, I don’t wanna have to bother watchin’ over you!

Yui: B-But we agreed that I would choose one person...

Subaru: Che, what a pain.

...Fine, I just gotta do it, right!? But don’t cause trouble for me, ‘kay?

Yui: O-Okay. Thank you very much.

( He actually accepted it. Sure, he might seem scary on the outside, but strangely enough, he strikes me as a kind person. )

( I’m not sure why I feel that way though... )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: Nn...Where am I...?

( Ah...Right. The manor’s dungeon...I must have fallen asleep. )

Monologue

After waking up at the Church,

I was taken to the Violet Manor.

Once locked away in the dungeon,

they told me to choose someone to watch over me, so I picked Subaru-san.

While he may seem scary at first glance,

I feel as if he has a gentle side to him as well.

With that in mind,

I asked him to be in charge of supervising me, butーー

Subaru: What? You’re awake?

Yui: ...! Yes, I woke up.

( I wonder if he kept an eye on me the whole time while I was asleep as well? I didn’t notice at all. )

( Also, is he upset or something? He seems to be in a really foul mood. )

( At first he struck me as a kind guy for some reason, but perhaps that was a misunderstanding on my part...? )

Subaru: What’s your problem? You’re so annoyin’. Don’t just watch me in silence. If you’ve got somethin’ to say, spit it out!

Yui: W-Well...My bad.

( He said I should say what’s on my mind so...I guess I’ll ask? )

Uhm, how long will I have to stay in this cell?

Subaru: Like I know. That’s up to Carla to decide.

Yui: ( In other words, there’s no telling when I’ll be able to get out? )

Excuse me! Can’t you ask him to let me out?

Subaru: Are you dumb? Hell no.

Sure, you might be the ‘legendary Eve’ who is necessary for someone to become the next Supreme Overlord, but I bet you think you’re oh-so special, don’t you?

That arrogance of yours pisses me the hell off.

Yui: ...Ugh.

( I guess it’s no use after all...Seems like I only made him even more mad. )

Subaru: Che. Thanks for ruinin’ my mood even more.

I want to just isolate myself in my room, and as if that isn’t bad enough, I’m here havin’ to look after some chick instead.

Yui: I-I’m sorry...

Subaru: Aah!? Too fuckin’ late to apologize now!

Yui: Eek...!

Subaru: The way you flinch like that pisses me off too. You’re the one who chose me for this job, remember? 

Are you havin’ regrets now or somethin’!?

*Thud*

Yui: Kyaah!?

( H-He dented the iron bars with his foot...I was wrong to think he’s a nice guy. He’s incredibly rough around the edges...! )

Subaru: Fuck! This anger has made me thirsty...

...Oi, come here for a sec.

Yui: Eh...?

Subaru: Hurry up. Walk up to the bars.

Yui: Ah, s-sure...

( Who knows what he’ll do if I refuse....I have no other choice but to obey. )

ー Yui approaches the iron bars

Yui: I-Is this okay?

Subaru: ...You actually came? What a dumb woman you are.

Yui: Eh?

Subaru: Everyone at this manor is a Vampire. Myself included.

Yui: Y-Yes...

( I wonder what he means with that? )

Subaru: I can tell by the look on your face that you don’t get it at all. ...It’s that ignorance which will come biting you in the ass. Like this!

*Clang*

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyaah!?

*Rustle*

Yui: L-Let me go, please! What on earth are you...!?

Subaru: I’m tryin’ to teach you that you don’t understand your own position. From a Vampire’s point of view, humans are our food.

Maybe you were hopin’ to get treated like some damn Princess ‘cause you’re the legendary Eve but...

I’ll remind you that as long as you’re down here, you’re nothin’ but mere prey.

Yui: N-No way!

*Rustle*

Subaru: Come on, I’ll suck from your shoulder. It might hurt if you don’t keep still. Nn...Nnh...

ー Subaru bites her

Yui: ...Ah.

( He’s sucking my blood...His fangs are sinking into my shoulder...! )

( Is this what he meant by ‘prey’? Am I going to spend the rest of my days locked up down here as these people feed off my blood? )

( No, I don’t want that...! )

Stop! Let me go, please!

*Rustle* 

Subaru: Oi, don’t thrash ‘bout! Didn’t I tell you to keep still!?

Anyway, the fuck’s up with this blood...? It’s way more sweet than I thought.

Damnit, I just wanted to scare you a lil’ by bitin’ you but I can’t stop...! ...Nn...

Yui: ...Kuh...

( These fangs...This pain...For some reason, it feels nostalgic to me. Do I know this sensation...? )

( Why? How...? )

Subaru: Nn...Hah...Nnh...

Yui: Aah...!

ー Yui starts growing dizzy

Yui: ( The place where he bit is burning...The heat’s rising to my head andーー )

ー She experiences flashbacks of her past memories

Yui: Wha...?

( What...? Where is...that place I saw just now? )

ー Yui has another flashback

Yui: ( Uu...! ...What are these images...? )

( I know...this house. It’s a very nostalgic place but... )

( Uu, kuh...It’s like something is stirring up my mind... )

*Riiiing*

Yui: Ah...Aah...

...I...I...

Subaru: Haah...What’s wrong? Is somethin’ the matter?

Yui: That place...

It is the home, we must return to...

Subaru: ...Haah?

ー Yui regains her memories

Yui: Aah...! Aaaaaaah!!!

*WOOSH*

ー The screen temporarily fades to white

Yui: ( A bunch of different images and information...are swirling inside my head at once... )

( Right...I am, we areーー )

Uu...Kuh...

Subaru: Oi!? What has gotten into you all of a sudden!? Whatcha screamin’ for!?

Yui: ...No, I am not the legendary Eve.

I’m...Yui...

Subaru: ...Haah?

Yui: ( Right...I remembered everything. )

( I moved into the Sakamaki manor and met Subaru-kunーー Then we eventually started dating. )

( I could have sworn I was there before I suddenly awoke at the Church. Where is this place? )

( Why did I...forget who I am? )

( It’s not just me either. Everyone is acting strange. )

Subaru: What’s with that dumb look on your face...? Did you lose your mind ‘cause I sucked a bit of your blood?

Yui: No, I haven’t. I remembered everything, that’s all...

How could I forget about something so important...?

Hey, Subaru-kun! What is going on? Where are we!?

Subaru: Haah? 

Yui: Why are Carla-san and the others at the same manor...? Do the Tsukinami brothers own these lands?

Subaru: Oh shut up...What nonsense do you keep spoutin’?

Yui: Eh...?

Subaru: Did you forget overnight? Carla is my older brother. Why would it be strange for him to live here?

Yui: No way...

( Carla-san is his older brother? There’s just no... )

( But they did introduce themselves like that yesterday. What is going on? )

R-Right. Where is Ayato-kun? And Kanato-kun...You remember your own brothers, don’t you?

Subaru: My brothers? Those dudes from the Orange House?

Hah! The fuck are you sayin’? They’re the enemy!

Yui: No way...

*Thud* 

Yui: T-Then, what about me!? Do you know who I am!?

Subaru: You’re Eve, right? The woman needed to become the Supreme Overlord of this place. I haven’t forgotten that.

Yui: No, that’s not what I meant...

( We’re a couple, Subaru-kun. ...Sakamaki Subaru-kun. )

Selection

→ Tell him that you are dating (♡)

Yui: ( I wonder if he’ll remember if I tell him the truth...? )

Hey, Subaru-kun. We’re dating, you know.

Subaru: ...Haah? You’ve been spoutin’ nothin’ but bullcrap this one time, but that one beats all.

Are you sayin’ that sorta stuff ‘cause you wanna get outta here and regain your freedom?

I won’t let you out of your cell, even if you keep on talkin’ out of your ass.

In the end, you’ll just get chased ‘round by those other guys if you make it out of here.

Then I’d argue that you’re still better off down here.

→ Tell him that you know each other (🖤)

Yui: ( Subaru-kun sees me as a stranger...? )

( His memories are jumbled up after all... )

( Even if he can’t recall that we’re lovers, I wish he would remember me somewhere deep downーー ) 

Subaru-kun. We didn’t meet for the first time yesterday.

We’ve known each other...for a very long time.

Subaru: Che...Why are you makin’ all of this crap up?

I met you for the first time yesterday. Now cut the crap or you’ll be in for a world of pain.

Yui: ( I guess he won’t believe me after all... )

Subaru: ...Do you want to get outta here so badly?

Even if you somehow were to escape this manor, you’ll just be caught by one of the other guys. You really are an idiot.

Yui: ( Subaru-kun wouldn’t joke around about something like this... )

( He truly does not does doubt the fact that he is Subaru from the Violet Manor. )

( Could it be that his memories have been altered, just like mine were up till now? And those of the others’ too. )

( I wonder what we’ve gotten ourselves caught up in...? )

Subaru: ...Why do you look mortified?

Aah, I guess it makes sense to be in shock after havin’ your blood sucked for the first time ever. You’ve only got your own carelessness to blame though.

Yui: ( No, that wasn’t the first time. He’s drank my blood so many times. )

( But right now, I’m mere food in this eyes, not his girlfriend or anything even remotely close to that... )

( Almost as if we’re back to square one...That just can’t be. )

Subaru: Oi, don’t be tearin’ up now. The other guys will get the wrong idea.

*Thud*

ー Kou approaches them

Kou: Hey there~! Getting along just fine? You guysー ...Wait. Woah, what’s with the heavy atmosphere?

Azusa: Eve...Looks as if she’s about to cry. Did something...happen?

Yui: ( Kou-kun, Azusa-kun... )

Kou: Ah! You were picking on her, weren’t you!?

Azusa: You mustn’t...Subaru. You have to take good care of Eve...

Subaru: Don’t be makin’ assumptions! I’m not a lil’ kid!

Anyway, why are you guys here? 

Kou: Ah, right! Carla-kun’s asking for you. There’s something he wants to talk about, apparently.

Subaru: Carla does?

Azusa: Yes...That’s why we’ve come to get the two of you...

Yui: Eh...?

Subaru: ...She’s coming as well?

Yui: ( Subaru-kun’s glaring at me. I guess he’s suspicious of me after I said all those strange things... )

Subaru: I don’t mind lettin’ her out of her cell, but don’t blame me when she makes a run for it!

She’s willing to go as far as to lie just to escape this place after all.

Yui: ( I never lied though... )

Azusa: Don’t worry...We’ll help out as well, so let’s go while keeping a close eye on her, so she doesn’t escape... 

Subaru: Lock her up, then let her out. Stop changin’ your damn mind every five seconds.

Kou: Go complain to Carla-kun about that. It’s not our fault.

Azusa: ...Carla is the eldest son of the Violet House, so we only do as he says...

Yui: ( Kou-kun and Azusa-kun don’t seem doubtful of the current family make-up either... )

( Even though Carla-san is a Founder, so there’s no way he’d be related to Vampires. )

( I wonder how this happened...? )

Subaru: ...God, what a drag. Oi, Eve! Get outta your cell. Don’t cause me trouble, ‘kay?

Yui: ( Does the problem lie with everyone else? Or maybe I’m the issue...? I don’t know, Subaru-kun! )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 85 - The Bach Bash Part 1

It's time for Ophelia and Xander's joint bachelor/ette party! The Watcher was too excited to get started to take establishing screenshots of The Lemon Drop, but Xander closed early for the night so they'd have the perfect party spot!

Marcie: Penny? What are you doing in this save?

Penny: …I live here?

Marcie: And where's Kyle?

Penny: I don't know what the hell a "Kyle" is but my wife Miko is like 10 feet away if this is some weird flirting tactic.

Marcie: Oh, no, sorry. You just look a lot like my best friend Penny Pizzazz. And you're also apparently named Penny Pizzazz.

Penny: Understandable mistake. Pizzazz is a pretty common name. Your friend sounds pretty, though.

Summer's always danced to the beat of her own drum!

And she took her heels off so she could dance easier. I definitely didn't delete the CC shoes I put on her and then forget to give her new ones. I'm killing it over here, gang.

Xander tries to tap the keg he hauled in, but the tap ends up flying off.

Drew: You're a bartender, dude! How do you not know how to tap a keg?

Xander: I'm used to mixing and pouring, not tapping! And Ophelia and I pre-gamed a little so maybe I'm already kind of buzzed.

Keg successfully tapped!

Xander: All right, who wants to do a keg stand with the future Mr. Lemon?

Ophelia doesn't hear this declaration because she's too busy demanding to dance battle Joaquin. He's certainly down for it!

Xander somehow convinces Drew to help him with a keg stand, even though they insist they're not strong enough to hold him up that long.

Xander: I trust you!

Drew: I don't think this is a trust issue but whatever, man.

Well, that's about how I imagined it going.

Damn, even the bartender came over to laugh at him. Tough crowd.

From the other side of the room, Marcie and Ophelia are still able to witness that fail.

Ophelia: OMW, what a dork.

Marcie: You must feel like the luckiest girl in the world to be marrying that specimen.

Marcie: What do we owe Hilary and Greta for watching the kids?

Ophelia: Nothing. Jace was so excited to have some boys his age to play with, and Greta's probably having fun with the girls. Just don't be too mad if Violet comes home with black coffin-shaped nails.

Marcie: Deal.

Marcie: So the big day's tomorrow. You nervous?

Ophelia: Yes and no, I guess? I feel all fluttery about it but I'm just excited to get married.

Marcie: Understandable! I felt the same way, but it was a perfect day. Your day will be too, I know it.

Marcie: The kids had so much fun with you guys. Violet kept talking about playing in the splash pad with "O'fia".

Ophelia: She's precious, they all are. The girls especially were giving me baby fever.

Marcie: Just as I planned.

Ophelia: What?

Marcie: Nothing.

Marcie: Do you really think you want kids soon?

Ophelia: I don't know, I think so? I know Xander wants kids and so do I, but he's got the bar, I've got the band. How would we make it work?

Marcie: You find a way. It wasn't always easy for me and Joaquin, but it's been worth it.

Speaking of Joaquin, Xander's going for round two with his new fellow goofball bestie!

Travis: Come on, dude, are you trying to get killed before your wedding?

You're just jealous The Watcher made you and Becca get married off-screen, Travis!

What's that quote about doing the same thing and expecting different results? Xander should probably look it up when he's not so juiced.

Ophelia: Can't wait to tell my future kids about this night, they'll be so proud of their daddy.

Joaquin: BWAHAHA you should have seen your face, man!

As Joaquin doubles over laughing, Xander hobbles back onto his feet.

Xander: I should have given your kids ice cream before sending them back to you.

Joaquin: Those kids are chaotic no matter how much sugar you feed them!

Ophelia: I'm gonna make sure he's okay. And get myself another drink.

Marcie: Be sure you're drinking plenty of water!

Ophelia: Water? I hardly know her!

Ophelia laughs at her dumb joke, then also laughs as she fake applauds Xander.

Ophelia: That was quite the show! Mwah!

After another drink, Ophelia gets back on the dance floor to show off her moves, only to smack herself in the face in the process.

Ophelia: OWWWW

Drew: Party foul!

Ophelia: As my fake dad, aren't you supposed to support me?

Drew: Not when you're doing rookie shit, kiddo.

[simplynotcapable]

I know it's probably never gonna happen but hpw do you think Aemond would react to seeing Baelon reunite with his twin?

There is a witch, and there is a fire, and there is a diamond in Visenya’s hand.

He does not want to be here, this little shack in the woods, with its thatch roof and its painted blue door and the chimney belching smoke with no scent. He does not want to stand here with the twisted tapestries on the walls (women entangled, women turning into beasts, women with bloody hands and bared teeth, women as women would be if men did not tell them they were soft and sweet and good and small so often that they started to believe it) and the herbs dangling from rafters and the jars of odd liquids filling up rickety shelves. He does not want to be under the gaze of this woman who is looking at them like they are meat. Like she wishes to suck their flesh from their bones.

But Visenya wants, and so Aemond does.

"What have you brought me?" asks the woman, gnarled hands appearing from her cloak. Her eyes are blue, though he can swear they were brown just a few moments ago. She smiles with teeth that he thinks are just on this side of too sharp, and he wraps nervous fingers around Visenya's wrist in a silent plea to leave.

"Payment," Visenya said, raising the jewel. She waggles it lightly, drops it into the woman's hand when she reaches out towards it.

"To speak to the dead is an expensive ask, girl," clucks the witch, though she brings the diamond close to her chest. He suspects, if they tried to take it back, she would bite. "More expensive still to speak to the dead as they should be instead of how they are."

"A babe cannot speak," Visenya says. He thinks her foot might be on the verge of stomping. "He must be as he would be if he'd lived, not--not as he was as he died."

"Then, it will cost you more than a jewel."

"Visenya," he murmurs. "Visenya, we brought nothing else, we cannot--"

But Visenya shakes him off, and Visenya takes something from her bag.

"No," Aemond snarls.

"Yes," hisses the witch, reaching greedy hands for the remains of Vyper's egg. Black eggshells tinged with green, jagged shards worn smooth from how often Visenya has stroked her fingers over them, something precious, something magic. "Oh, yes, yes, that will do."

"Are you mad?" he snarls, but the answer is yes, and he watches in horror when his sister spills the remnants of a dragon egg into a witch's crooked hands.

"If you do not do what you say you can do," Visenya warns, "I will burn this place and take the payment back from your corpse."

"Testy, you dragons," says the witch, eyes rolling. They are green when she blinks, and he is less and less sure that they were ever anything else. "I will do as I said I would do. I will give you back your pretty king."

Visenya tenses, makes a low sound, and he does not understand the way her face flickers.

The witch does. She smiles. "Oh, yes, he whispers. Your pretty king, your pretty fool, your beloved. He hovers, he watches. Sweet dragon, he says, little love, pretty wife, wicked little sister--"

"Stop," Visenya hisses, recoiling, and her hand comes up to clasp at the hand he still has around her wrist. She squeezes hard enough to ache, but her eyes are so wild that he does not try to pull away. "Stop--stop. Just...just let me see him."

The witch sighs, purses her mouth, and then looks at him. Too intensely, studying him coldly, and then she clucks her tongue. "The boy must wait outside."

"Like hell he will," Aemond says, though Visenya looks at him like she wants to kill him a little. He glares back. "I am not leaving you here alone with a crone you found in the woods. She could kill you."

"The old woman?" Visenya asks, flatly.

The old woman's eyes are violet when she laughs, and he knows damn well they weren't before.

"I am not going anywhere," he insists, planting his feet, and the witch hums.

"It is a kindness, prince," she says. "Should you stay, you will bear witness."

He goes rigid, feels Visenya's eyes on his face, and clenches his jaw hard enough to send a flush of pain up through his skull. Bear witness, she says. Bear witness to Baelon, if she tells the truth about what she can do; bear witness to Baelon and Visenya both, his sister seeing him awake as she has never seen him, some ghostly image of the brother she longed for, and he does not think this witch sells anything to mend the hurts of the heart.

Baelon is dead, he thinks, and Visenya is not, and I will stay.

"I will be fine," he says.

"Pretty fool," mocks the golden-eyed witch, and Visenya trembles.

He stands with Visenya, clinging to him still, as the witch begins. She plucks jars from the shelves and herbs from the rafters, mumbling nastily under her breath all the while in a language he does not know. The herbs are ground or torn or chewed, sprinkled or thrown or spit into the pot over her fire; the liquid in the jars is swirled or stirred or swilled in her mouth, poured or dripped or drooled into the pot atop the leaves. She comes to them, still muttering nastily, and a knife comes from nowhere in her robes.

He jerks forward, shoves Visenya behind him, but the witch and his sister both cluck at him in disapproval and move towards each other again. The witch cuts open Visenya's palm, watches with keen eyes as the blood pools, and then pricks her own finger and allows a single drop of her blood to fall into it.

It sizzles.

He does not think that is normal.

She takes a lock of Visenya's hair next, cuts it close to the root--stuffs it into her mouth and then drags it out, dips it into the blood until silver turns red, and then casts it into the pot with the rest.

She gestured, and Visenya moves--holds her hand above the pot, lets the blood fall into it.

The witch's eyes are black.

Aemond realizes, quite suddenly, that he is praying.

There is an energy building in the room that feels not unlike the moment before a dragon spits their fire, something deep and heavy. It lays over his skin, slick and unnatural, and he works his way through the Seven with all the care of someone pretending they are not terrified.

"Call his name," says the witch. "You've only a few minutes."

"Baelon," Visenya says, once and then twice and then as a spilling chant, begging the air, and the fire goes out.

The room smells of blood suddenly. Not the smell of Visenya's blood in her hand, not the smell of the witch's pricked finger, but blood. Too much blood, lifeblood spilled, and he cannot say for sure how he knows it is Aemma Arryn's blood except that it is.

Visenya staggers, so he knows she smells it, too. Her eyes squeeze shut when she cries out, and so she does not see when the witch lashes a foot out and sends the pot spilling over on its side. Does not see when the liquid and herbs and hair and blood come rushing out over her floor, and she does not see the smoke that becomes a man.

Aemond does.

The smoke sees him, too.

Baelon Targaryen looks at him with his brow furrowed for a moment, but then it clears. He grins, only halfway, a curl to his mouth and a twitch of his nose, and says, "Rytsas, valonqar."

He always...he thought all his life that she must be exaggerating. They are only half-brothers, he and Baelon, and they are not twins. It is wishful thinking on her part, latching onto small similarities and making them bigger than they are. Surely. Surely.

But no.

He is covered in blood, granted. Dried in his hair, dripping down his face. He is naked and so clearly unembarassed about it that it is a little horrifying, and he is almost translucent. Made of smoke, made of magic and herbs and Visenya's bloody desire.

But he has Aemond's face beneath it.

Oh, not--his brows are thicker, he thinks, and his eyes perhaps a little wider. His short hair curls a little, more wave than anything, the way Aemond's only does when soaked straight through. He is broader in the shoulders, more muscular in his legs, shorter if only by an inch. He has scars Aemond does not have, stubble Aemond never allows to grow, and his voice is a shade deeper than Aemond's is.

But it is his face. His voice. Him, a near perfect mirror image.

"Rytsas, lēkia," he manages past his too thick tongue, and the brother who died before he ever lived grins again.

"Baelon?"

In front of Aemond's eye, Baelon forgets he exists.

He snaps around as if yanked by a hook, gaze gone so blisteringly intense that Aemond blanches. He does not walk, he only...becomes. One moment there and the next moment gone, and Aemond turns his head to find him stood in front of Visenya with both hands raised to try to cup her face.

She is shaking so hard Aemond thinks her knees will go out. Her eyes are wide as saucers, her lips parted, and there are tears spilling so thick down her cheeks that he doesn't know how she can see. She reaches for Baelon, tries to touch his cheek, but the twins find at the same moment that their hands only pass straight through.

"I cannot touch you," Baelon says, agonized. "I cannot--I cannot touch you, dōna zaldrīzes, dōna mirre, byka jorrāelagon--"

"I see you, though," she says, laughing through her tears, "I see you, I see you, you have no idea how I've missed you--"

"I know," he says, this ghost of a ghost, "I know, I know--"

They are still trying to touch each other. Pressing their hands as close as they can get, hovering them over each other's skin, mimicking it as best they can, and the witch begins to chant again but neither of them even turn their heads.

He thinks he should have left when she told him to leave.

They are whispering now, too low to hear, Visenya's eyes soaking him in and her mouth moving too quickly for him to even attempt to read it. He has never seen her look at anything like this before, not even Vyper--like Baelon is something holy, something sacred, like he is all that matters now and then and always. Baelon is just the same, reverent and worshipful and crying; his tears are blood, which goes almost unnoticed on the mess of his cheeks.

He should not be watching this.

It is not...for him. This is not for him to see.

He does not want to see it.

He does not want to see Visenya looking like this, loving like this, because she has never looked at him this way. She will not ever look at him this way. And it is not fair, it isn't, having to play second to a man who died before he was born, who died before Visenya was any more than a babe, a man who had his life and his chance already. Baelon has had his turn. He's had his life. It is not fair that he gets this one, too.

Something bitter is in the back of his throat, a heat in his limbs that does not dissipate, and he looks to the witch.

She smiles.

"No," Baelon says, sudden, stricken, loud, "wait, wait, no--"

But then he's gone. The smoke of him, the ghost of him, and Visenya's hands are stretched out to grasp nothing, and Aemond only barely moves fast enough to catch her when she falls.

She's warm against him, all of her weight draped over him when his arm curls around her waist, and she's screaming so loud that he winces, that he thinks it must hurt. Her nails are scrabbling at his arms, and she's sobbing so hard she shakes, sputtering out "no, no, wait, a little longer, give him back--"

The witch blinks pale gray eyes, almost sympathetic. "I cannot give you any more than I have already given."

Visenya's eyes squeeze shut, and she keens like she's dying, like she's lost something she would have rathered die than give up. She said this would make it hurt less, but he does not think it worked. He does not think this took any pain away, only widened a wound that had already refused to close over.

Aemond croons nonsensically, holds her up, presses his mouth to the top of her head.

I am glad that he's dead, he thinks. It is not the first time he's thought it, not the first time the dark thought whipped through him, but it is the first time he doesn't shy away from it. The first time he doesn't feel guilty, the first time he doesn't chide himself for wishing her hurt like this. He has had his life already, he has done it all already, and she is alive, and I am here, and I am glad that he's dead.

(That night, when he dreams, it is of a prince with both eyes and a bloody face, a dragon who presses his thumbs to Aemond's cheeks and calls him little brother.)

[callistawolf]

My thoughts while watching Bridgerton Season 3 Part 2 -- SPOILERS!!

I took notes while watching Bridgerton earlier today so that I could refer back to them when talking to my ladies next week. And then I thought, I could just post them here (under a cut and with SPOILER WARNING aplenty) so I'm gonna.

Again, if you weren't aware... SPOILERS FOR BRIDGERTON S3 PT 2!!!!!!!!!

Episode 5

I'm confused on who's side I should be on. Eloise is right that Pen needs to tell Colin but also Eloise is the least observant best friend in the world and that ain't a great look.

Cressida's news about her parents marrying her off has Eloise kinda thrown and she's brooding and is this where we start to see her "everyone's getting married and i'm left alone" stuff? Cuz that's how you get an Eloise season you guys.

Maybe we'll see her writing letters in s4?

I also hope she's realizing her own self absorption here. Cressida's situation is no bueno.

re: Pen and Colin doing the deed - now they HAVE to get married. I've read enough historical romances to know that once they knock boots its imperative they get married in case of babies. No walking this back now! No matter how mad he gets, it's a done deal.

I totally get why she's too scared to tell him. But at the same time COME ON.

How am I feeling bad for CRESSIDA??

Wait. Is the Mondrich boy going to end up with Hyacinth instead of the Danbury grandson? There was a Look.

He's younger than her tho isn't he? Maybe he's a late bloomer?

Would solve the issue I have with Violet and Mr. Anderson though. Let's not keep everything in the family SHALL WE.

Anthony being loudly and confidently wrong during charades is giving me life. I love him. <3

This whole party is just a pressure cooker. I almost need to go out and get some air jfc.

Cressida announcing she is Whistledown is the least surprising thing ever but tell that to Pen. Oh wait, she's on the floor.

Honestly, Pen should just let her go with that. Problem solved. In the books, if I recall, she wanted credit for them? Or something...? Honestly, it's hazy now. But will that happen here?

Episode 6

This whole thing is an unmitigated mess.

I'm losing confidence tbh. Has Bridgerton jumped the shark? Am I just not as invested as I was? Or was I ever very invested at all? Oh hush just keep watching, you always doubt the process and it ends up fine.

I find I say "oh for fuck's sake" way too much while watching this.

JUST STOP WHISTLEDOWNING

She is doing the thing! Istg Pen. GAH.

I know this will work out but still

The Queen is READING Cressida and it's quite glorious.

I do like Pen contemplating who she wants to be. Her own significance. Can't she write something else though? A book maybe? Be the next Jane Austen?

I kinda feel bad for Mondrich giving up his club.

And now Cressida is READING Eloise. Lord. The mess.

I'm glad this light is being shone on Eloise at last though. Truth hurts.

Oh! Is she doing it? Giving up being Whistledown? DID SHE HEAR ME?!?

I know it's not for good, but she bets credit for trying. Bless.

Is Tilly setting up a threesome? Who is this guy? He's totally giving Benedict bedroom eyes. I don't blame him but like... who is he? Why is having dinner with them?

BRAVO to Francesca for calling out Violet and her single-vision concept of love.

Soma. Wooffffff this argument between Mr. Anderson (I keep missing his first name!) and Lady Danbury (SOMA!) is giving me every single feel. Compelling drama.

Benedict, that man is giving you the eye.

BINGO! I was right!

Oh, Ben. You coward.

Damn, apparently Mrs. Cowper can write.

Oh god, is Colin going to overhear Eloise and Pen?

Woah, Eloise is asking Pen to write as Whistledown again? Just one? Are we sure about that?

This whole convo is just so .... <3

This episode is lasting ten years.

Whistledown is en route! And writing!

Oh hell, is Colin following her? He is, isn't he??

OMG that is just like the book! It's just... a bit out of order. HAH!

Episode 7

He knows. Oh the drama!

Wait. Omg, is he crying? Is this the scene they talked about in the interview? Aww.

He'll never forgive her?? OMFG, Colin, don't be so dramatic.

Dear lord, Cressida is absolutely deriding the Bridgertons. YIKES.

Pen to the rescue!! Sorta? Eh, sure.

I still feel sorta bad for Cressida though. The girl is desperate and it's easy to see why. That old guy is not it.

I like seeing Pen and Eloise being friendly again though.

Spoke too soon. Come on, El, give her something.

The conversation between Colin and Eloise is glorious. Long time coming. God, I like Eloise again! Miracles happen!

I called the "having to marry her" cuz they slept together thing!

Okay but he's being an ass about it. Entrapment? PLEASE SIR.

Tilly demurring to Benedict about being caught kissing that dude... don't make me laugh, ma'am. You were not being discreet with Benedict being a room away with the door open. You wanted him to see.

I do enjoy this pragmatic discussion of bisexuality. I'll allow it.

Damn, Tilly is progressive as heck.

Benedict is considering it. As you should, sir. You are not married (yet).

Violet being flustered about Mr. Anderson (WHAT IS HIS NAME) is adorable.

Okay so Pen and Colin have ignored each other all week and they wait until the NIGHT BEFORE THE WEDDING to have it out?? Guysssss....

OMFG he is jealous, isn't he? I haaaaated that in the book! SIR. No.

God, Kate is perfect.

OMG did the Queen just figure out who is Lady Whistledown?

Always love a good Benedict and Eloise conversation, especially if it's on the swings.

Is Cressida doing a runner? She's escaping but to where?

Aww, Kate and Anthony are going to India and will have the baby there! Anthony is SO CUTE about it too! I love that man. I love THEM.

Blah blah wedding blah blah

Shit, it's the Queen!

Way to break up a party, Your Majesty. I mean, in the way only she can.

Francesca... honey... no. <3 That is not the secret. It's okay, boo.

Lady Danbury remaining when the Queen had said anyone not a Bridgerton had to get out is just iconic.

Colin! No! *thwaps him with a rolled up newspaper*

Get it, Benedict! (bow chicka bow wow)

Ooop. Cressida is on the scent!

Episode 8

She knows. GAH. Oh, poor Pen.

Oooh, blackmail! Very nice. Very villain of her.

This should be where the Bridgertons come together to support Pen and back her up against invaders, yes? YES??

Ooh, the metaphor of this chess game is delightful.

Whistledown will continue? So it wasn't just one issue. I knew it!

Protective Colin activate!

Wow, the threesome are still at it a day later?? Come up for air, guys. Have some food. Drink some water. Jeebus.

My boy, Colin, you are jealous of Lady Whistledown. But I love that he really gets Pen.

Portia is going through it.

Pen and Eloise! Are they friends again?? Please say yes.

Oh Cressida, that was a jerk move upping the blackmail. Now they can't give in.

omfg STILL???? They're STILL going at it like rabbits???

Oh wow, I lovelovelove the conversation between Lady Danbury and Violet! They are the best friends and that transcends relationships. And the shot of the crown! <3

I honestly have no clue anymore where they're going with Benedict. Not a one.

Colin's shirt here is so Astarion coded. It's the same shirt!!

What is happening...?!?!?!?!?!

Also.... Benedict? What? What is going on?

WHat. Who? What. HUH?

How is Eloise going to change the world?

I should never have read the books. I have too many preconceived ideas.

I'm so confused.

The money Pen gave the lady maid was for this tacky ass ball?

NGL though I love how "bugs" are actually butterflies.

Shit, it's the Queen Part 2!

Ohhhh... oh okay. So Pen told her she's Whistledown. And now.... Pen is just standing there announcing it to everyone.

Okay, I get it. The Queen being there and accepting it is basically telling everyone there they have to accept it too. Smart.

So, Pen is going to keep Whistledowning. And everyone is just going to know it's her. I mean, sure.

Okay but what about Cressida? Where is she? What happens to her?

Colin is doing some good here, telling her the things that need to be told tbh. A little late but I'll accept it.

John's cousin? Michael? No, wait... omfg it's MICHAELA. lakdjflasdj LMAOOOOOO oh shit.

I might need a little time to process that.

I maybe shouldn't have read the books part 2

Ooh an epilogue??? BABIES!!!! OMG THERES THREE BABIES.

One is Pen and Colin's! SQUEE.

LKJFSDL lmao of course they had the boy and the other two had girls.

Aww that means their baby has the title from the Featheringtons. That's sweet.

Annnnnd that's it. All she wrote. For TWO YEARS. Because lord knows they can't write the next season until the first is all released or something? I honestly don't know. GET MOVING, GUYS. Is Benedict next or what? We didn't see a Sophie anywhere. There was a brief mention of a masquerade ball that I need to go back and look for cuz I sorta missed it. Does that mean Eloise is next? Or Francesca? GAH.

[straightedgegoth]

Fallen

Chapter 1

This is a work of fiction, and will be multipart. I do not consent to have my work copied but will appreciate a repost. I do not own Negan of The Walking Dead only my OC. This is an adult fanfic with slow burn. Minors DNI.

Falling took forever. 

At  least that’s how she felt. Clouds raced past her as she tried flapping her useless wings. She had done the unthinkable, turned against Him. Had dared to speak out about the treatment of the humans, how could He create a virus to wipe them out, and then be mad that they were surviving. She had watched the hardships these humans had survived against, had He not told us all to love the humans as we love Him? Then finally she had snapped raging against His treatment of them, and now here she was falling. The crack of bones and tree branches reverberated in her skull as she finally hit the ground. Groaning, she looked to see her wing’s completely broken, bone sticking out in places. Her violet eyes roved the golden liquid leaking from the wounds. She had never seen Angel blood before, she wasn’t a warrior like the others. Pain washed over her, a new sensation she wasn’t particularly fond of. Tears leaked out of her eyes as she tried to stand.

“What the hell was that?” Weakened, she could only look in fear as men approached her. She knew this new world was not kind. Her new feminine body, sheathed only in a once white robe, showed her every curve, her skin so pale it was almost translucent. Her Grace shimmering underneath her skin, but with horror she watched it slowly start to fade. One of the men approached a baseball bat over his shoulder as he bent down assessing her, as all she could do was weakly look up at him. 

“What the hell are you?” He cocked his head, her head dropping as it got harder to breathe. Her vision started the fade to black as he stood, handing his bat to a man behind him. Frowning, he awkwardly lifted her up, her long white hair matted with her blood and dirt, catching in his stubble as he angled her over his shoulder..

“Make some bedding in the truck.” Her eyes closed as she heard shuffling and more orders barked. Her head fell against his shoulder as she lost consciousness.

She awoke with a scream as her wings were being set. Strong arms wrapped around her as she tried to lash out. The bright lights burned her eyes and her shrieks filled the silence.

“It’s alright Angel, calm down.” Tears leaked out of her eyes as she tried to focus. Angel. She wasn’t that anymore but she couldn’t find the voice to say it. Finalizing what had happened to her, finally her chest heaving as they bandaged her wings, the screaming stopped. She was one of the Fallen, like Lucifer and the others. Shame colored her cheeks, unwilling to accept her fate. 

“She’s going to have to stay immobile until those wings heal. I’m not a veterinarian but I did what I could. Otherwise she only has scrapes and bruises on her actual body.” She shivered realizing she was naked under the thin sheet that covered her. Steeling herself she glanced at her wings; they were spread open wide, the white feathers blending with the white bandages and the wooden splints arranged to straighten them. It looked like she was in a warehouse, it had been scrubbed and full of medical equipment. Long tables holding her wings up, she watched as a man in a white coat strapped her wings to the tables. Her arms were unstrapped and she wanted to fight back, but before she could make a move the man she had seen earlier stepped into the light. 

“Well, good morning Darlin’. Now I know this looks bad, but we’re tryin’ to help you. Damn I don’t even know if you understand me right now. Your badly hurt the doctor is makin’ sure you don’t move those gorgeous wings and make the injuries worse.” She blinked and nodded her understanding. He smiled at her, his stubble covering his face and his hair slicked back, his bright hazel eyes calculating. “You understand?” Another nod. “Good. Now I’m keeping this place and you quiet to help your healing. You got a name Angel?” Her eyes cast downward, she was done talking exhaustion crawling in her veins. Her eyes fluttered before she fell asleep. 

Three days later-

She woke with a start, confused for a moment before memories washed over her. Rubbing her eyes she tried to stretch. Gasping as her wings didn’t move. 

“Tell Negan at once she’s awake.” Her eyes darting around as two men exited the building. Struggling to sit up she heard quick footsteps waltzing in was the man and the doctor.

“Finally Angel! I was starting to worry. Check her out Doc. Tryin’ to sit up already. Take it easy Darlin’.” She eyed the doctor suspiciously as he flitted to her wings checking the bandages. 

“She’s completely healed! This is… astounding!” He gaped as he unraveled the tape holding the splints. Sitting up fully she clung to the sheet covering her, aware she was bare under it. “This is a medical miracle! I’ve never seen anything like it.” Her eyes followed him as he gave her other wing the same attention, unlatching her wings she finally moved them. The burn as she bent them caused a wince.

“Easy Darlin’, don’t strain yourself.” She ignored him bringing her wings closer to her body inspecting them, tearing up as she realized He had removed her flight feathers. 

“They’re… gone…” Her voice was a soft whisper, he almost missed it. 

“What Angel?” Her eyes snapped up to meet his, anger burning turning the color to more of a dark amethyst.

“I… am no longer an Angel of the Lord. Do not call me that.” Her voice was ethereal even though it cracked as she spoke, pulling him in.

“What is your name Darlin’?” The question had been bugging him for days. An angel right at his feet, he grinned at all the possibilities.

“I was once called Arella. You may call me that.” He nodded. 

“Well Arella, welcome to the Sanctuary. I’m Negan.” She blinked at him. “I know it’s a big adjustment. You can rest here until you're well enough to join my ranks. Unless you’d rather be my wife, you're hot as hell!” She gasped.

“Blasphemy. How dare you speak in such a way.” He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. 

“Sorry Darlin’. There’s a bathroom with hot water that way.” He pointed his bat to a door she hadn’t previously noticed. “Help yourself, I’ll have the boys bring you some food. Now they do or say anything you don’t like, just tell me I’ll straighten them out.” She nodded eyes downcast again. 

“Thank… you.” She murmured and he took that as his cue to leave. She listened as the door closed and then with shaky legs she rose off the bed, the hard concrete floor cold under her. All these new sensations confused her. The ache between her shoulders grew as her wings settled against her back. Walking into the bathroom she marveled at things she had only glimpsed before. 

Playing with the shower knobs she delighted at the warm temperature and shedding the sheet stepped inside the shower. Using the strange smelling washes she scrubbed the blood and debris off feeling much better than before. There was a knock at the door as she exited the bathroom clothed in a large black t-shirt with holes ripped out for her wings. Making her way to the door she slowly opened it, surprised to see a variety of things on a large tray, hesitant she glanced around before taking it and closing the door. Sniffing each item she ignored the meat. Her stomach rumbled, being in Heaven she had no need for food but it looked like on earth she would. Taking the fruits she tried them, the crunchy apple, the sweet peach and the crisp raspberries. Leaving the sandwich she set the try back outside and wandered getting used to her legs and feet. Pondering her predicament and what would happen next. She spent the rest of the night reading, having no real need to fall asleep. 

A knock on the door pulled her from the third book she was currently reading. Without invitation Negan stepped inside, a leather jacket on, and Lucille in hand. Arella wrinkled her nose as the pungent scent of blood wafted toward her.

“What’s wrong Darlin’?” She motioned to the bat.

“Smells bad.” He frowned.

“Huh, thought I washed all the blood off my apologies.” Opening the door he called to a man named Simon who took the bat. “Better?” She nodded. Fiddling with the hem of the shirt realizing she had nothing on underneath. It was a strange feeling to think of herself as being naked. To be ashamed of it even, it felt wrong. She was never shy but maybe that’s what it meant to be Fallen. His eyes raked her fingers and a smirk appeared. “Would you like to venture outside?” 

“No thank you. Too many humans.” He nodded looking around the space. 

“Alright then, tell me about yourself.” Grabbing a chair he pulled it close to her, she shifted on the bed, her wings rising as if it would shield her, before she settled them against the edge of the bed, the bottom of her feathers brushing the ground. 

“I… wouldn’t know where to start.” She stared down at her hands, when his came into view. He brushed a finger against her palm and she jolted as memories and events flashed in her mind. Him and his wives, the control he exerted on his people, all the horrible things he had done. Sinner flashed in her mind, his damnation seemingly set in stone. Then he saw a woman, weak with sickness. He cared for her… loved her… Saint flashed this time. The scales balanced. She looked into his eyes.

“Try the beginning.” She took a steadying breath. 

“I was created by God to love humans as He did and to help them create music. I watched for centuries as music grew and changed. Much like humans themselves. Then this virus started and I ached with them, took joy in their triumphs and shed tears for their losses. I argued against God, why let a virus wipe out what He had made. As such I was banished, my Grace gone. A Fallen.” Her voice trembled. His hand wrapped around her smaller one, something she had never noticed before. He leaned in, and the scent of other women lingered. A pit of unease growing in her stomach, leaning away he took the hint.

“What’s the matter Darlin’?” 

“You reek of other women.” He chuckled.

“Aw, you the jealous type?” 

“I am not any type, as you say, it is just disconcerting.” Negan snickered.

“I take it you're a virgin then.” She gasped outraged.

“Blasphemy!” Curling her fingers into the sheets her wings snapped out shielding her from his grin, and the blush it caused on her face. Her heart raced with an excitement she didn’t understand. 

“Aw Angel I’m sorry, I’ll be nice.” His fingers soft against her wings causing a tremor down her spine. He brushed her wings murmuring pretty words until she hesitantly opened them peeking out.

“There’s my pretty girl.” Her face got hotter as he smiled at her. 

“So you were an Angel of Music, know any good songs?” Her eyes lit up and his heart stuttered before beating a mile a minute. 

A week later- 

Negan had forbidden her from leaving the Sanctuary, though she still hadn’t left that warehouse that had become her home. He had been trying in vain to encourage her to become his wife, much to her dismay. He would even sometimes spend the night with her, him always on a futon as he had called it.  Tonight he and an army of his men had gone out. She had caught snatches of the conversations and knew something was happening. The feeling of foreboding was hard to shake so here she was following them as best as she could. She had learned she was as fast on foot as she used to be when she flew. She missed the wind under her wings, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She made no noise as their cars finally stopped and the scent of fear surrounded her. Hiding behind a tree she watched in horror as he waved Lucille around and threatened a group of people. The said group was kneeling and her eyes roved their desperate faces, stopping at a brown haired woman. She gasped the aura around the woman revealed she was pregnant. Arella’s upset turned to a rage that boiled red hot under her skin. Watching as Negan lifted the bat above a red haired man, she had a decision to make. 

“Enough.” She stood in front of the man and Negan startled his bat centimeters from her face. Her wings outstretched.

“Angel?” She winced at the nickname. He had increased his usage of the word ever since she had snapped at him. “What are you doing here?” 

“Why are you doing this? Why attack each other? Isn’t there enough bloodshed, and pain without causing more? Why can’t you humans put your differences aside?” He blinked at her at a loss. His men were snickering and rolling their eyes waiting for him to make his decision. Arella’s face was set in a look of determination that made his heart skip a beat. 

“Move Arella.” 

“No. Please Negan, there is another way. You can stop this.” Her hand hesitantly reached out and touched him. Heat rushed through him as he looked into those bright violet eyes. He felt like he was falling, and for once it felt good. All he could see was her.

“Darlin’ I wish I could.” Before she could even blink he sidestepped her and bashed the man’s head in. She listened in horror at the squelching noise and the cracking of bone. Tears streamed down her face, as she turned to watch the group's faces. Out of the corner of her eye as Negan moved to gloat a dirty man with shaggy brown hair rose she quickly pushed Negan out of the way, unsure of what would happen next and wrapped her arms around the man forcing him back down. Visions of death swam before her as the man finally complied. 

“Let him go Angel.” Negan’s voice was stern, and she turned to level her eyes on him.

“This is enough. You have done enough! Leave this group be.” He watched as her eyes swirled an angry violet before pink and yellow mixed in. He could feel her power radiating and for a moment he feared for his immortal soul. 

“Angel…” Her eyes flashed and he felt himself being pushed back, stumbling as he caught himself looking at his men. Fear etched into each of their faces as a gust of wind pushed against them.  “Fall back. Arella, this needs to be done, they killed my men.” Arella frowned.

“This doesn’t bring them back.” He took a cautious step forward.

“This is not up for discussion, now get in the truck.” She huffed her wings twitching.

“I am not someone you can control. You don’t own me.” He took two more steps, towering over her. He could hear his men snickering behind him. 

“Simon. Get everybody out of here now. Rick, I’ll be seeing you later to continue this discussion.” Simon jumped at the orders and within minutes it was only her and Negan.

Negan…” He brushed against her forcing her to move backwards into a tree.

“No you don’t get to speak. I’ve done everything you’ve needed! I respected your space and never overstepped your boundaries but I ask you to do one thing and you can’t even fucking do that! No wonder God cast your hot ass out! You don’t listen, you don’t follow rules. Well listen up Angel, you will follow my fucking rules or I will punish you.” His nose brushed against hers and she trembled. Not in fear but something else, something she couldn’t name. Her thighs felt damp and she rubbed them together to try and ease the sudden ache. His eyes roved her face before he backed up rubbing a hand over his stubble. 

“Car. Now.” Silently she obeyed, the lingering scent of musk and leather tickling her nose. He didn’t look at her as he opened and closed her door, nor did he speak as they drove back to the Sanctuary. Her wings jostled as she exited the vehicle, humans staring mouths agape as she made her way past them eyes downcast. Rushing into her room she quickly closed the door behind her leaning against it as she collapsed, tears streaming down her face, turmoil swirling like poison in her veins. 

A couple days later-  

She missed Negan.

Not that she would ever admit it but she had grown accustomed to his presence. She hadn’t seen him since that night, refusing the food left at her door. Sitting and preening her feathers for hours on end and actually sleeping. She was weary, and her heart hurt although any attempts to heal it were for naught. Tired of being confined to her room she decided to finally go out into the building. Showering and throwing on her favorite oversized black t-shirt and some shorts Negan had gifted her, she opened the door, took a deep breath and stepped out into the bright hallway. No one was around as she wandered the hallways finally finding a door. 

She was temporarily blinded as the sun greeted her and blinking quickly she realized she had found a garden. If it could be called that, it was a small circular patch of dirt surrounded by rocks. With only a couple stubborn weeds growing, but nonetheless excitement grew in her. She had loved watching plants grow, almost as much as music. Wings outstretched to embrace the heat she kneeled down, examining the dirt and planning what would best grow here. It seems a less traveled path, which she was grateful for. 

After carefully pulling the weeds out and replanting them closer to the chain link fence she decided it was time to see if the seeds she wanted could be found. The hairs on the back of her neck rose as she felt eyes on her. Turning and seeing no one she dusted off her knees and started her search. 

She hesitantly followed a path and began hearing voices. Her heart pounded in her chest as she tightened her wings. She had found the market, sneaking a glance behind her she started moving forward. People stopped and stared as she walked past, whispering and pointing.

“Well hello little lady!” Frowning, she turned, seeing Simon strutting toward her. His dark aura makes her stomach churn. He was very bad, and she made a note to keep an eye out for him. “To what do we owe the gracious pleasure of your sublime presence?” 

“I wanted to find some seeds… for planting.” He laughed.

“Well lucky for you Negan has given you a free pass to get anything your little winged heart desires. Follow me.” His snarky attitude continued as he led her through the crowd. She could feel people reaching out trying to touch her and small children staring in wonder. Making their way to an outside shed he stopped in front of a table where a large man sat. “Need whatever seeds this little bird asks for, orders from Negan.” The man nodded.

“Do you have any rosemary or lilacs?” The man checked a clipboard. 

“Rosemary, yes. Flowers, no.” Her face fell, but she nodded, accepting the rosemary seeds intent on finding naturally growing flowers nearby.The walk back was silent, until a woman in a small dress stepped forward. Her arms crossed and a snarl on her face.

“So this is my competition Simon?” Frowning Arella looked at her, she was what humans deemed beautiful, blonde hair and blue eyes. An emotion she couldn’t name shot through her, like she wasn’t enough.

“Arella, this is one of Negan’s wives. Amber.” Amber smirked as Arella’s heart clenched. 

“It was nice meeting you.” Arella gritted out as she tried to move around the woman. Amber blocked her path.

“Not so fast, you are ruining my deal! Negan hasn’t been with any of his wives since you came to town.” She frowned.

“I don’t understand.” Amber scoffed.

“Sex, don’t angels know what sex is?” Arella blinked, red coloring her face. “Look, you mess up my life and we will have a problem. Although I can’t imagine what Negan sees in you, he prefers women with more experience, if you can even understand that.” Amber cackled as she walked away Simon watching unabashedly as her hips swayed. Simon smirking at her and leading the way again led her not to her bedroom but to the front of the building, where Negan stood laughing as he pulled that dirty man she had saved from a truck. Gasping, she rushed forward dropping her seeds at Negan’s feet, catching him as one of Negan’s men pushed him to the floor. 

“What are you doing?” She steadied the man, Daryl, she had gathered from his mind. Her eyes narrowed as the men laughed, although Daryl allowed the contact for a few more moments.

“Angel, what are you doing outside?” Negan was stunned, he hadn’t expected her to leave her room ever. 

“I went to get some seeds, and instead I found one of your wives and now this.” The disappointment in her eyes stabbed him in his heart. “He will stay with me, I will not allow any harm to fall on him. We need to talk, Negan.” That fire reappeared in her eyes and he had to admit it was the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. He hadn’t fucked any of his wives and his jeans strained against his erection.

“You touch her I’ll skin you.” Negan’s eyes bored into Daryl’s who only stared back. Arella grabbed his hand and led him back to her room. Making sure to stop off at the market and gather some food for Daryl. 

“Have a seat wherever you’d like. I am sorry Negan is doing this to your group. I’d like to bounce an idea off of you though.” Daryl just grunted, watching as Arella relaxed her wings letting them flutter for a moment before rolling her shoulders as she sat on the bed, sitting in the chair next to her. “Good, would your group be willing to have a truce?” 

“Truce? After he killed Abraham?” Daryl bit into the sandwich the angel had given him, his mind torn between the fact he was in the presence of an angel and that she was trying to compromise. In his mind he saw only bloodshed.

“Yes. Negan, as all humans are, is flawed. He is not all bad.” Daryl scoffed.

“Ain’t all good neither.” Arella nodded her ascent. 

“May I show you something?” Daryl hesitated before nodding. She reached out and grasped his hand and suddenly it was like a movie playing in his mind. Of what would happen if they continued down this path. He watch Glenn die, Eugene be taken and switch sides, Sasha, Carl, people he cared for brutally murdered. The letter Carl left, how Judith would grow up alone, Rick. All of this if they didn’t change. Daryl gulped as Arella released him.

“Ya show Negan?” She shook her head.

“For some reason I cannot access his mind.” Daryl thought for a moment longer weighing what he had just seen.

“Alrigh’ Arella I’m in.” She grinned just as Negan opened her door entering without knocking. A plate of strawberries and apple slices in hand. Setting them next to her on the bed he stared at her.

“Care to share what the fuck that just was?” Arella glared at him. 

“Language.” Arella lilting tone teasing. Daryl watched as Negan stiffened, an idea popping into his head, seeing if his theory was correct he scooted closer to Arella playing with the ends of her feathers. Negan glared, stepping toward Daryl.

“Daryl and I were discussing a truce between all the communities.” Negan blinked confused.

“What?” She stood moving away from Daryl pacing the room.

“Why are we fighting amongst each other, we need to do what your ancestors did. Start a trade, give the communities back what you took and start bartering. Be fair.” Negan rolled his eyes. 

“That ain’t happening Angel.” She huffed annoyed.

“Not with that attitude. You can accomplish great things. Why spend all this time fighting?” Negan gaped.

“They killed my men!” Arella crossed her arms.

“You killed theirs too. In a brutal display I might add.” Daryl watched in surprise as shame crossed his features.

“Angel… I don’t think it’ll work. Too much bad blood.” 

“Show them. Show them you are more than what they think. Your people here listen to you.” Negan sighed.

“Angel, it’s just not that easy.” 

“Nothing worth having is ever easy. I will be traveling with Daryl to his community.” 

“Excuse the fuck out of my French but abso-fucking-lutely not! You are staying here. End of discussion.”

“Aw ‘fraid she’ll find someone better?” Arella sighed.

“This is not up for discussion Negan, you need someone who isn’t affiliated with the bad your men have done.”

“Helps she’s an angel too. People would be more inclined to listen to her.” Daryl smirked at Negan’s outraged face. He was having fun tormenting Negan.

“Fuck no! She isn’t going anywhere near your people.” Arella’s wing spread above her touching the roof.

“Hilltop then, or the Kingdom. There is a bigger threat out there, the undead. We need to stand together. You said it yourself, people are assets.” Daryl was impressed as Negan actually seemed to listen.

“I don’t want you going out there. People are dangerous. It’s not safe for a woman, let alone an angel.”

“Fallen angel.”

“Hate ta agree with him but he’s right. Best ya have someone with you.” Arella paused fiddling with the soft down on her upper feathers.

“Come with me then Negan.”  There was a pause as Daryl watched an array of emotions cross his face.

“Can’t Angel. I’ll have this asshole escort you.” He pointed at Daryl. “Anything happens to her, you and your community will pay for it.” Daryl grunted.

“Negan, threats are not a good start to a truce.” Negan rolled his eyes, chuckling before bidding them goodbye. In the morning Arella and Daryl had supplies and were given a van that had been altered specifically for Arella’s wings. 

“Where to first?” Arella leaned against the open window that was behind Daryl.

“Alexandria. Home fer me.” She nodded, content to sit in silence as they drove, trying to discern the emotions swirling in her, seeing Negan and his wives before they left, with little hope of figuring out what was causing her the discomfort. Lost in thought she hadn’t realized they had made it until Daryl was clambering out of the drivers side and his people excitedly around him.

“Daryl you escaped?” A young teenage boy and an older man stood together looking Daryl over.

“Not exactly. Arella come ‘ere and meet Rick.” Taking a deep breath Arella closed her wings as she made her way to the door, opening it and hoping to change Negan’s fate.

[treason-and-plot]

BELATED REPLIES

@dandylion240

Wow Roy! Just wow! He has very low people reading skills when he wants something. He's like a steamroller charging full steam ahead flattening everything in his way. I don't think Anya is onboard with this idea. I think he should have at least waited until after he'd dicussed it with Violet and Sonya.

The steamroller analogy is perfect for how Roy operates! Once he wants, or thinks he is entitled to something, it's very difficult for him to take no for an answer. He also tends to have tunnel vision and it's hard for him to see others' POV. And he definitely wouldn't think he has any reason to discuss it with Sonia or Violet bc it's his house, dammit!

@batsheba

Jeeze Roy, seriously!? Anyone thinking this is a good idea should get their head examined. I hope the proposal is sex and not the other kind otherwise I think Anya's head may start exploding...

I suppose the proposal is sex from Roy's POV...now he's got Anya away from her family and set up in their own little love nest!

@windermeresimblr

This is not going to make Sonia get better. This would probably kill her from shock. Run away, Anya, run away!

@justanothersimsblog

Can't wait for Anya to tell *this* to her parents lol

@sweetnovember77

Apparently, everyone has the power to create their reality through manifestation. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Hopefully, everything goes according to Roy’s plan. 😂

I think that if anyone has the ability to make this scheme a reality, Roy does! He has an unshakeable faith in himself and fully believes himself capable of achieving anything he sets out to do. Roy approaches life with the expectation that he can solve any problem that arises and overcome any obstacle that's put in his way and if he can't...well, that's great too because he can turn it into a learning experience!

@kscriba

I know Anya is open-minded and easy-going, but I'd be running SO fast and far!!

It's difficult for me to say what I'd do...Hell, who am I kidding! It wouldn't be hard at all!

@zosa95

Roy has lost his damn mind. Why stop there, Roy? Move in Anya's parents while you're at it.

@wannabecatwriter

If this doesn't turn her off him, I don't know what else will.

@nectar-cellar

@zosa95 😂😂😭

@brannewjoint

oh wow i knew Roy was missing a couple screws but i think he's lost the whole damn toolbox lmaoo. this is a wild idea 💀

@curmudgeonness

Thinking is far from Roy's strong suit!

@parystrange

I don't even want to facepalm or headdesk. I'd probably knock myself out. Jeez Roy... you're so fucking dumb sometimes.

@shadysentinel

ROY. WHAT ARE YOU DOING

@muses-circle

Anya, welcome to Roy's World. It is bonkers. You might want to consider running 🤣 Roy, dude. You might be surprised to find Anya not as amenable to your next proposal as you think, not after the big damn nuke you just dropped. Geeeeeez.

@lilsisterg

😵‍💫🙃🤭Does he even want Sonia to get well?

@pixelatedpanic

Yeowch! Roy has big entitled man energy, very happy to talk the women in his life into whatever is most convenient for him. 🙄

'Entitled' is quite complimentary compared to some of the other things people have called him!

@queeniecook

He's actually put a lot of thought into this, maybe not all the correct thought. lol.

That's a very diplomatic way of looking at it! But as far as Roy is concerned, if he wants something, he will go after it with everything he's got and won't let anything stand in his way. Which is a) Admirable b) Crazy or c) Entitled depending on whom you talk to ;=). I personally tend to have a quite a bit of admiration for people who can focus so singlemindedly their goals, but at the same time Roy's tunnel-vision and selfishness can be pretty toxic.

@mysimsloveaffair

Roy has officially lost it. Sonia will never get better with this type of madness going on.

I'm hoping that some sanity can prevail once Sonia is well enough to share her thoughts on the proposal, otherwise things could get very nasty indeed. And yes, Sonia's health must take priority here, something which Roy seems to have completely overlooked!

@whyhellosims

She's taking it really well! And I'm glad to have some clarity on his plans, honestly. It's not going to go like he imagines, plans rarely do, but gods it'll be entertaining to see the outcome

Ha, I hope it will be entertaining and not too much of a bloodbath! (YES, I'M LOOKING AT YOU, SONIA!)

[teapotuser]

🌹—𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐔𝐋

• Violet’s opinions on Heartslabyul students.

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🌹—𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄.𝐑

(Before overblot) Honestly doesn’t really care too much, neutral feelings on him.

They think his hair is cute, a nice shade of red and the heart shaped strands of hair fits him pretty well.

Grumbles about the fact that they’re the same height but Riddle gets to wear heels.

Finds it hard to believe he isn’t some 5th grader who thinks he’s the shit because his reading level is an 8th graders.

Instantly proved wrong about thinking he isn’t that smart— genuinely got embarrassed when Riddle showcased one(1) percent of his mega mind book smarts in a conversation that Violet overheard.

Gets really annoyed when Riddle gets upset, his loud voice irritates them.

Also gets scared when he’s mad, probably flinches whenever he yells lawl

“. . . He reminds me of a child. . . and I’m scared of children.”

(After overblot) Bro was SCARED of Riddle, tears forming in their eyes during the battle when he was yelling and the environment around them got all fucky-wucky.

When coming to the realization that Riddle could very well kill the other students Violet grew a pair and beefed the shit out of that bastard.

Hella salty Riddle messed up the tart they all helped make.

Of course they instantly forgave the poor guy when they learned his back story. Instantly knew that everyone in this damn school was going to have a gut-wrenching, soul-crushing back story. All that while looking all cute and shit.

Awkwardly tries their best to talk to Riddle, thinking it would be great to be friends after trauma bonding but uh. They chickened out every time, instead they make him a card and a handmade paper rose telling him how they wished to be friends.

Gets so embarrassed when Riddle comes up to them and asks them about the card.

Their friendship will certainly be interesting! Two hot tempered boabys, one of them being smart and the other being as stupid as shit.

“. . .why the hell didn’t he ignore the card and my existence as a whole? Now I need to interact with him. . . Maybe I can get his number, texting is so much easier.”

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♣️—𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘.𝐂

(Before overblot) Does not like how much taller he is than them.

His height scares them. So does his face. Absolutely HATES his fedora. GENUINELY GOT MAD WHEN THEY SAW HIM WEAR IT. Like so angry that Trey himself noticed them get physically upset.

Doesn’t know much about his parents but he mentioned that they run a bakery, the way he talks about his parents makes Violet happy. More interested in meeting his parents than getting to know Trey himself.

When Trey mentions how passionate he is about keeping his teeth clean Violet tells him that they don’t wash their teeth everyday.

Damn near gave him a heart attack.

“My teeth are healthy though. . . Get the fuck away from me with that thing.” Actually scared at the sight of Trey menacingly walking towards them with a toothbrush.

(After overblot.) Pities him.

They don’t know what they would’ve done in his position.

Still thinks his fedora is fucking shit.

Appreciates his cooking skills more, especially when he said he would go out of his way to cook them meals that they liked after finding out Violet is vegetarian and struggles with textures.

Almost threw up when he used doodle suit and made a tart taste like spaghetti. The flavor and texture just fucked them over.

“. . .It’s a deal. I’ll brush my teeth everyday if you help me learn how to cook.”

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♦️—𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑.𝐃

(Before overblot) jumpscared when he appeared with his ginger hair.

Dark impulse told them to shave him bald in his sleep.

Cringed so hard when he started speaking in texting terms and they didn’t even try to hide the disgust on their face.

Got so insecure when he took a surprise picture of them to post they Violet almost beat the shit out of him.

Cater always asks before taking a picture with them in it after that.

“😂 while you can Cater. Soon you’ll be 😭.” How the hell did they say emojis out loud??

(After overblot) Hates Cater less.

Wow Violet actually uses their voice and gives Cater their number because it’s easier for them to talk like that? Crazy.

Cater sends cute posts.

Violet sends obscure and mildly concerning memes.

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♠️—𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐂𝐄.𝐒

(Before overblot) absolutely in love with this dude. Very scared of him but also blushing when in a mile radius of him.

Mostly scared of him until the egg accident. He was kind of an idiot but Violet loved that about him.

Sees him less as a weird crush and more as a friend after learning more about him. A good friend to have.

Violet admires how manly he is, partially jealous of it.

Cringes whenever they catch themselves staring at him for too long, probably shames themselves out of that little crush and sees him as just a friend.

Relates to his story.

“. . . I don’t have the heart to tell him that chocolate milk doesn’t come from brown cows.”

(After overblot) Laughed at him and Ace when they instantly lost the duel. felt a little bad about laughing. Just a bit. Apologized.

Got upset when Riddle came close to seriously hurting him.

Threw a knife at Riddle but missed and no one seemed to notice thankfully.

Apologizes for laughing after the battle is done.

Invites him for tea (which they definitely did not steal.)

“I can’t find my glasses but I can recognize that axe body spray from anywhere, come here Deuce.”

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♥️—𝐀𝐂𝐄.𝐓

(Before overblot) Finds him annoying and cocky. Wants to learn how to use magic to drop a brick on his head.

Also wants to shave him bald for being ginger.

Hates his stupid little heart theme.

Also almost beat the shit out of him for messing with Grimmy boy.

“Grim may not be an actual cat but he looks like one! And anyone who disrespects cats deserves to die! RAHHHHH”

(After overblot) Laughed at him losing the duel. Did not apologize to him.

Threw a rock at his head when he was being insensitive after Riddle literally vented about his tragic lore to them.

Tried to give him food poisoning.

Unfortunately became friends with him. They pretend to want to hit eachother with cars but deep down they are. . .alright friends teehee.

“Seven minutes in hell where we go into a closet and beat the shit out of each other.”

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End xx

Lawd have mercy on my soul. I’m so nervous about this. Uhm uhm Violet is my Yuusona!! The purple Barney looking ass bitch who I draw sometimes!!:!:1!1!

Lmk if this is vaguely interesting to anyone so I can write more (I will write part two with savanaclaw regardless x)

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[atangledfate]

‘What If’ Surge switch her electric powers with Kit's water powers?

She lay in a puddle of water, pain filling her as the damage from his spin dash was sinking in. She just wasn't fast enough to keep up, and Sparks wasn't helping as much as he was trying. Her pack was empty, and even with the Dynamo she was limited by the fluid in her pack and now it was gone. that anger was welling up inside of her, to think---she Tempest was beaten by this bastard! Even after she killed Starline, even after she drown this town in a flood in her fury! He still managed to best her!

Well Damn him, Damn this town and Damn Starline straight to hell! She was seconds from giving in and accepting her fate, when she stopped cold in her tracks. Blood, dripping from his nose and yet it was this moment she realized--- she had one more card to play. Struggling to her feet she tugged the strap on her tank letting it clang to the floor as her violet eyes burned in her sockets.

" You think you've won? You ain't won! i won't let you Win--- Besides "

She let her arms fall to her sides as she started to laugh with a keen madness to her voice.

" Still water in one place i can use..."

She reached her hand out grabbing the water that existed inside of Sonic, inside of his blood! Causing the hedgehog to stop in his tracks, struggle in vain as he couldn't move anymore, and she could see the pain in his eyes.

" Water--- its in everything ain't it even your dumb ass! "

She turned her hand slowly causing Sonic to lurch in pain as she started to pull the fluid out of his body. Through his pores, out the corners of his eyes, and leaking out his nose! She pulled and pulled as her eyes became almost as red as that fluid! a stark contrast to her sky blue fur!

" THAT'S RIGHT YOU CAN CHOKE ON IT! YOUR OWN BLOOD! CAUSE I GOT YOU NOW! I GOT YOU! "

She screamed as she yanked her hand hard toward her and sonic's own blood tore him apart! slicing him apart like thin blades! as a gore filled mass struck the ground and she felt herself fall to her knees. The green fennec coming to catch her as she nearly fell over. She was struggling for air, struggling to keep herself conscious

but it was finally---Over!

[00katrinka00]

Landcaster legacy Gen 7 Update #34

Dear Diary, Tonight, is Jenna's Spooky Day party. I'm kind of nervous because the last party I went to didn't end so well. Noah Brooks and I had just kissed, and then Janie got mad at me and stormed off. To be fair though, Noah wasn't even that good of a kisser. -Violet

Violet and Lacy headed over to Jenna's early to help her set up. Lacy took it upon herself to tap the juice keg. "C'mon now, fourth times a charm," Lacy muttered to herself. This time she managed to tap the keg with no issues.

"It took you long enough," Violet teased. "Twenty minutes later and the keg is finally tapped." "Shut up," Lacy told her. Violet and Jenna laughed.

Soon, the party was in full swing, and Jenna saw another sim dressed as a witch playing juice pong across the room. "Tell me I'm the hotter witch," Jenna demanded. "My costume is way better." "Definitely hotter," Lacy agreed. "Summer is like right behind you," Violet pointed out

"Just help me do a keg stand," Jenna sighed. Lacy immediately volunteered while Violet watched wearily from behind. When she was finished Jenna felt pretty energized.

The party continued, and Lacy spotted Owen playing juice pong with a mystery girl. It hurt seeing him with someone else, but he had said that he wasn't going to wait for lacy to figure her shit out, right?

Lacy crossed the room and pulled Violet aside. "Who's the girl playing juice pong with Owen?" she asked." "Hell, if I know," Violet replied.

"You're jealous," Violet teased. "You totally like him." "Do not," Lacy quickly said in defense. "I was just curious." "You like him." "No, I don't." "You're right, you don't," Violet conceded. "You love him." "By the watcher," Lacy rolled her eyes. "I'm walking away."

Lacy walked off, and Violet rushed across the room to talk with Jenna. "I think it's time to enact project lovebirds," Violet whispered. "I think you might be right," Jenna agreed.

While Violet shuffled through the party to look for Owen, Jenna took a lap around the room looking for Lacy. "I need your help, it's an emergency," Jenna exclaimed as soon as she found her friend "What kind of emergency?" "Does it matter? You have a friend in crisis, let's move!"

Violet found Owen sitting alone in another room. "Hey bestie!" she exclaimed while sitting down next to him. "We hate each other," Owen pointed out. "I'm turning over a new leaf," Violet told him. "We're besties now. Honestly I drew the short end of the stick here, I'm amazing."

Jenna brought Lacy into the room just as an awkward silence descended upon Violet and Owen "Would you look at the time" Violet quickly said "Jenna and I better get going I hope you and Lacy have a riveting conversation if it's possible to have a stimulating conversation with you"

Lacy and Owen sat there in silence for a while. Really, Lacy didn't know if there was anything else left to say to him. She knew there was no way they could ever date, not without hurting him, and Owen had made his feeling pretty clear after the play.

"Nice costume," Lacy said sarcastically after what felt like ages "Thanks, Owen responded dryly "I'm Bonehilda, took me ages to figure out what to wear. I spent damn near all afternoon" "I don't think a skeleton shirt constitutes as Bonehilda" Lacy pointed out "Maid outfit maybe"

"Lacy Landcaster," Owen smirked. "Are you asking to see me in a maid consume?" "What!? No, I uh-" Lacy stuttered. "Seriously though Lace," Owen said. "Why did Violet and Jenna orchestrate this conversation? Is there something you maybe want to tell me?"

They sat in silence for a few more minutes. "Who was that girl you were playing juice pong with?" Lacy finally asked. "My younger sister," Owen told her. "Were you jealous?" "No, I-uh, I'd just never seen her before." "She's a Freshman practically begged me to bring her tonight"

"Okay, well I should grab Violet and head out," Lacy told him "Her Mom will freak if she misses curfew, again" "Yeah," Owen said quietly "See you at school then?" "See you at school," Owen muttered as Lacy got up and walked away. He'd been hoping for a much different conversation

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Officially all caught up to where my Twitter is at!!!

On another note, I did begin creating a decade's challenge save so I think when it comes time for gameplay, I will post my decades challenge to Tumblr.