#Silva was manipulative as hell

[magpiepills]

Divining Rod

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Silva x wife reader, Silva x Jake

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: Silva returns after a trip to town to see an old friend.

Warnings: smut! PIV, PIA, hurt, very little comfort, thigh riding briefly, infidelity, m/m, love triangle, time period appropriate inappropriate use of alternative lubricants, unsafe sex, unrequited feelings, no happy ending.

A word from the author: this is a repost! This is my contribution to filling in the blanks of Silva’s story as presented in the film. We know he has a son, and has likely impregnated a woman the old fashioned way. We know he had a sexual relationship with Jake. As a matter of safety and social expectations in 1910, we know it’s unlikely that Jake or Silva could have been out and living openly as gay or bi men. I wanted to explore the relationship Silva may have had with the mother of his son without making it cute or sweet or romantic. I love westerns, and SWOL is a good western.

Do not come in here with any bi erasure. This blog is queer and we don’t tolerate that.

Four days have passed since Silva left. He rode into town, promising to come back with flour, lard, rice, beans, gun powder, and fabric for a new dress. He kissed you goodbye, and rode away into the purple morning, hips swaying gently atop his chestnut horse.

He looked so handsome in his green coat, you wished he’d have taken you once more before he left. Laid you across your wide feather bed, naked for him, cunt dripping arousal onto your quilt. You wanted to feel full the way only he could make you, crying out his name, breathless under the weight of his broad body. As you stood at the kitchen window, looking out over the silent ranch, you thought of him and how he alone had known you this way, only he could give you what you needed. That evening after you’d finished the chores on your own you squeezed your thighs tight, held one of his handkerchiefs to your nose and longed for him until you fell asleep alone once more.

Silva was gone for five days. He returned in silence, threw a bag of rice into the table, and went to tend to his horse. You wanted to run to him and bury your face in his chest, let him bunch your skirt around your waist, and fuck you in the soft hay in the loft the way he did in the halcyon days of your youth. The days when he brought you to your climax in ways you’d never imagined on your own, taking his time with his fingers and his tongue, then his cock, so thick and heavy, tan as the back of his hand and flushed with lust. He was a divining rod for your desire. “Yes” he would groan, “take it just like that. Come on. That’s it.” He would put all his weight into your hips, driving his cock deep with his eyes shut tight. The stretch made you feel warm all over, and your release was the only relief. He could be rough, taking what he needed, pushing and pulling your body into his until he moaned and nipped at your neck, spilling his seed on the rough boards of the barn floor. After so long apart, you needed him in that primal way.

You knew you couldn’t ask him, though. You couldn’t run and jump into his arms. When he returned from those trips to town he was sullen and quiet. You didn’t know why. You didn’t know he had gone to the sheriff, didn’t know how he’s carried on in secret, under the guise of being “two men on a ranch doing things that needed done. Branding cattle and mending fences.” In town they were cold and hard, firm handshakes and steeled gazes. Inside they lived another life. Silva on his knees, taking Jake into his eager mouth, feeling as his turgid member grew. Silva hollowed his cheeks and relaxed slowly down Jake's generous length until his mustache met the soft curls at the base of his lover’s cock. Silva’s eyes were soft and pleading as he gave himself to the older man, but his looks of love were never met. Not like this. Neither were they when they were in the creaking bed, Silva’s moans and curses muffled in the pillows. Jake was not tender and sentimental, he preferred to be straightforward and so he simply told Silva to take his pants down and get into bed. Of course he had complied and fucked down into his fist while Jake eased his thumb into his tight ring of muscle, working slowly and steadily, letting saliva drip down onto his fingers to ease his way before replacing his two fingers with his cock. The tenderness between them began and ended with Jake's hand on Silva’s shoulder, and Silva’s hand over his mate’s. Slowly Jake pulled back before pushing in again, squeezing the soft fat of his ass and easing his way with whatever oil he could find in town until he came with a shout. “Fuck. Fuck!” Feeling the pulsing in his ass, Silva came hard into a handkerchief. Jake could never love him like he needed him to, so Silva just took what he was given. A handshake, a promise to see each other again soon, and an uncomfortable ride home.

You only knew that going into town always made him poor company for a few days after. So you didn’t ask questions. You didn’t ask about the other supplies or what news he had heard, or even who he saw. You heated water on the stove and dragged the big wash tub into the front room for him so he could wash where it was warm and soak for a while if he wanted to. Silva was obliged and peeled off his layers of clothes, throwing them into a pile for washing later. “I’m so glad you’re back safe. I missed you every day.” You cooed at him soothingly while you soaped his back. As you washed his hair and carefully rinsed it, you massaged his tense shoulders. If you’d looked closer you’d have seen the faint bruises on his hips, remnants of the lover he would never leave. Instead you forged ahead. “I thought I’d make a stew when you get done and we can go to bed early tonight.” You hoped he would understand what you were asking for, but he glowered. “You go on to bed, I need to check the fences.” His voice was cold and flat. You couldn’t deny the hurt you felt at his rejection, but you wouldn’t let him see it.

You took a breath, and gathered his dirty clothes in your arms. His outer clothes were dusty, but the inside layers were clean, save for his rust colored undershirt. The one he looked so handsome and strong in, you loved how the fabric stretched across his shoulders and chest, hugged his strong arms and his soft belly alike. The shirt you loved to see him peel off as he walked toward your bed and told you all the things he was about to do to you. That shirt was clean save for a dried white stain splashed across the back, stiff and flaky, unmistakable. Silva saw as you connected the dots in your mind. “Just leave it. Go. Let me finish.” You tossed the clothes back down and saw the handkerchief fall from his pocket, tell-tale stains all over. Your hurt boiled into anger. “Are you trying to make a fool of me, Silva? You’re gone for almost a week, all you bring back is a sack of rice, you won’t make love to me, and you smell of cum. What do I say to you?”

Silva was incensed. He stood quickly from the washtub, his wet body shining in the glow of the kerosene lamps, hair wet and slicked back. If he wasn’t unfaithful to you he would have been the prettiest sight you’d ever seen. “You don’t say anything to me. You don’t ask me any questions and you don’t expect any answers!” He was red and bellowing, quaking with his misplaced anger. “I give you everything you need and I care for you. Isn’t that enough? Or don’t I fuck you enough? Is that it? You’re a desperate slut and you can’t wait for more? Well?” You couldn’t answer him like this. You shook your head and turned to go, but he was out of the tub and holding you against his chest before you could make it to the door.

“Take this off. If you want my cock so bad, I’ll give it to you.” His hands moved to unbutton the front of your dress, he was careful with the buttons despite the anger in his voice. He was thawing. With your arms out of your sleeves he pushed you into the wall, holding you there with his thigh between your legs. The wild look in his eyes made your cunt throb against it. He covered your mouth with his and kissed you hard and deep while his hands gathered your skirt and found your ass, digging his fingers into it, he pulled your core against his thigh, grinding it firmly into your center. Unsatisfied, he pulled away to lift the pretty dress over your head while you untied your slip and let it fall at your feet. Both of you naked now, you looked at each other, catching your breath before he picked you up and carried you to bed.

“Silva please. I need to know you’re mine.” You whined into his neck while he slid his hard cock against your folds, wetting them with your own arousal.

“What do you need? Tell me.”

“Need you inside. Need to feel you.”

He couldn’t be gentle now. He had to pour every ounce of his hurt, anger, confusion, despair, love, lust, jealousy and desperation into you tonight, had to transfer his feelings the only way he knew how. He notched at your entrance, taking time to tease your clit with the weeping head of his cock, and entered slowly, backing out slightly, then pushing further, repeating the pattern- back- forth- forth- back-forth- forth until he was as deep as he could get, and settled there. He kissed you and sucked your nipple into his mouth as he plucked at the other, teasing your nipple into a hard peak. The sensations were everything you wanted, fully engulfing you like a bonfire he had set. You needed more. You bucked your hips, nudging him to move, to meet your thrusts. You could only move as much as the mattress would allow until your love relented. He kissed up your chest and sat up tall on the balls of his feet. He liked you like this, helpless beneath him, needy, wanton, begging. “Is this how you want it? You want it hard like a whore? Want me to tell you I’m yours? That there’s nobody else?” “Yes, yes, please. Just fuck me. Please!” You needed your release. Feeling how full he made you had you so close to tipping over the edge that if he would just give you a little more you could reach it. Instead he moved slowly, circling his hips, quiet so you could hear how wet you were, hear how you whined and cried out for him. You heard him breathing hard too though, how he needed this just as much. “Let me come, Silva. Pleasepleaseplease!” He began fucking you faster, licking his thumb and pressing it against your clit. He could feel you squeezing him as you got closer, and he doubled his efforts, feeling generous now. He drove into your pussy. “Take it. Take all of me. Look at you, you’re so good for me, my love, I want you to come for me. Come on my cock so I can fill you.” He babbled meaningless filth at you and held your hips down with one hand over your mound, stroking your clit, and the other reaching up to cup your tit. That was enough. Your orgasm rolled over you like a heavy wave, and he fucked you through it, dragging it out until you settled, then closing his eyes to cover your stomach with his cum.

You wiped yourself clean with a towel, then threw it onto the rest of the semen covered laundry. When you washed it, hung it out to dry, then folded his handkerchief to tuck into his bureau, you knew it was just a matter of time until he went back to his lover.

[crown-ov-horns]

My stupid OTP

and their stupid theme song

[theynamedhimdanny]

Ava Silva from Warrior Nun and Korra from Legend of Korra are so similar to me. I feel like the same people who don’t like Ava Silva don’t like Korra. And I think they’re all stupid. Like, you can’t handle a strong female protagonist who fails and learns from her mistakes? A woman who was sheltered and a little selfish who had a huge responsibility thrust on her? Who would rather kick ass and kiss boys than fight spirits? A woman who had to deal with a physical disability and come back to life? Did you think there wouldn’t be physical and mental trauma after all that?

They were both so human and real throughout. They both failed a lot. They lost physical fights, made bad decisions, and endured emotional manipulation from adult men in positions of power. They both also grew from those failures. They learned to put others above themselves and they were hot as hell and badass while doing it. Also, they’re both bi, so there’s that.

I just love them so much.

[rayclubs]

Thoughts on the Zoldyck family dynamics because I'm normal and fine and normal.

Their grandfather is law. He seems to handle the most dangerous contracts, he oversees the kids' training, but he doesn't seem very personally involved - as in, he doesn't interact with them directly and doesn't appear to be interested in what they do at all, unless it's work-related. I think he's one of those set-in-their-ways old people who's had a long streak of valuable achievements throughout their life so they think themselves infallible. I think Kuroro would have obliterated his ass but he would die before he admitted it.

Now, Silva, being the father figure of the family, is compensating like all hell. Literally no other reason for a man to be this tits-out gigantic, but Zeno is still the head of the family, and that deals major damage to Silva's ego. In way of self-validation, he arranges this distant yet carefully controlled relationship with his kids, and he likes being seen as the Cool Dad, but only very rarely, so that every crumb of his attention is sought after with utmost devotion. I don't actually think he hates Zeno or anything though, I think he kind of secretly also wants to be validated by him but it's just not happening because Zeno doesn't give enough of a fuck.

Kikyo is not a presence in the Zoldyck family business. She's also supremely mentally unwell. She's generally well-treated but often neglected by her husband, she's not as successful at her job as the men of the family due to having to split her time between assassinations and child care, she feels unfulfilled as a result and does it have any functional coping mechanisms for it. Like Silva, she seeks validation from her kids. Unlike Silva, she cannot build herself a Cool Mom profile that the older kids would respect, so she dotes on the younger children instead.

Illumi is the oldest child, so he was trained by either Zeno, Silva, or both, personally. He's diligent but untalented. He has a lot of discipline but very little main character juice in his veins. Due to his father's policy of keeping his kids at a distance, as well as his mother's overbearing control, most of the actual parental responsibilities regarding all the younger kids were pushed onto Illumi. He was a bit too young to get overly attached to Milluki in this manner, but he feels very protective of Killua both because they're fairly close as brothers, and because Illumi views his younger siblings as his responsibility. If anything were to happen to one of his brothers, it would be seen by the rest of the family as a failure on Illumi's part. However, due to being the oldest child, he actually spent the most time with Silva, so he lacks the puppydog instinct the man so fervently instills in all the other kids. Illumi is not looking for validation. He's terrified of his parents and grandpa.

Milluki is the failure of the family. He's desperate to please but neither talented nor diligent. His grandpa views him as moderately worthless, his father is too emotionally constipated after involving himself with the parenting of Illumi to even notice Milluki, and Illumi was too young when Milluki was born to become a substitute mentor figure for him. Milluki thinks Killua is stealing the attention he so desperately wants. How, you'd think that since Illumi is papa's boy, then, logically, Milluki would be mama's, and fucking hell he wishes he was, but his anime figurine collection is too cringe, and remember - he's desperate but not diligent. He's obedient but not clever. He can't pick up on social cues and emotional signals. He wants to do what his mom wants from him but can't meet her unpredictable tastes and unstable moods. She mildly dislikes him.

Killua is the prodigy. Illumi loves him, Silva can't wait to emotionally manipulate him to make himself look good, and Zeno pays attention to him but doesn't bother all that much with parenting him - all for previously established reasons. Kikyo tries to dot on him but he's only talented, not diligent - like Milluki, he can't give her what she wants. Unlike Milluki, Killua has a spine. He already has Silva's and Illumi's approval and validation, so he's not running after his mother looking for affections. He kind of starts doing his own thing after he meets some folks outside the family and they introduce him to the concept of free will.

Alluka is transfem and her father hates that whole ordeal viscerally. Like Milluki, she's neither talented nor diligent. Unlike Milluki, she has evil autism ontop of it all. Zeno and Kikyo wish she didn't exist. Milluki senses the similarity between them and doesn't actively dislike her but he's too busy chasing after everyone's approval to actually be a good brother to her. Illumi was so beyond traumatized by the time she was born, I'm actually fully convinced he removed her from his memory entirely or he would go insane. Killua likes her because she's weird and epic, she likes Killua because he's exactly the same.

Kalluto is finally a mama's boy, and holy shit does he play into it. She dresses him up and does his hair and kisses his forehead and calls him a sweetie, and he just wants to go outside for one (1) day. Silva likes him fine but he's still riding the high from Killua looking at him with admiration in his eyes once so he leaves the matter to Kikyo and Illumi, as per usual. Illumi loves Kalluto in a similar way to how he loves Killua, but Kalluto is more protected and far, far more obedient, so Illumi isn't scared for him nearly as much. Milluki thinks Kalluto is annoying, but Kalluto is emotionally intelligent enough to avoid conflict and not provoke any hatred. Killua thinks Kalluto is a stupid little baby and Kalluto honest to god does not care. Kalluto likes Illumi, is indifferent towards Silva and Zeno, tolerates and at times even loves Kikyo, and is too young to properly remember Alluka. Thank god the spider adopted him.

Thanks for reading, 'ight cheers.

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

This is my formal request for another part to the “A Little Danger” series 😍😉

A little danger // part two // part three

Y/N didn’t pay much attention to the girls' plans, her mind preoccupied with Sky.

“With the bridge out, the caravan'll have to go north. I'll flood the transport's engine. Here's where it's tricky. Without Stella's invisibility magic, we have to help Silva break himself out. Terra will get us the key.”

Nodding faintly, Y/N’s mind wanders once more. It seems Aisha’s plans are going to work with or without her help. Her heart aches for Stella, knowing her powers are controlled, but she didn’t understand how.

What could they have done to ensure Stella won’t use her illusions despite the rules they set?

Something else is happening, Y/N can feel it. Her fingertips are tingling with power, demanding to be used. Farah insisted she used her abilities every day, to allow her magic to discharge rather than build it up inside until it explodes and it worked…and then she abandoned her. She abandoned everyone.

“Y/N”, Terra grabs her wrist.

Blinking fast, Y/N exhales. “What?”

“Your eyes were glowing”, Terra swallows thickly. “Your skin was practically shining purple”, she exclaims.

Scoffing, Y/N pulls out of her hold. “It’s fine.” She grimaces. “I’m fine.”

“You didn’t seem fine”, Bloom notes quietly.

Pursing her lips, Y/N nods cynically. “Neither do you, but no one’s on your case all the time like this!”

“We don’t have time for arguments”, Aisha interferes, giving both Y/N and Bloom a pointed look. “Timing is everything. You have to be ready to do your part if need arises.”

Nodding reluctantly, Y/N backs down. And as they planned, they found themselves in a perfect position to help Saul. But nothing seemed to be happening after they intervened.

“Nothing's happening”, Aisha murmurs.

“He needs a distraction”, Terra states.

“Can you pull gas from that tank?” Bloom suggests.

Aisha’s eyes turn a royal blue as she looks toward the van, but it keeps going. “I think it’s too far.” Looking to Y/N, her eyes widen. “Can you cause it to stop with telekinesis?”

Swallowing thickly, Y/N shakes her head. “I don’t know. I’m not in control of it.”

“Do it now before they’re out of view!” Aisha insists.

In time it took her to say it, a tree trunk cracked in the middle, collapsing onto the road, mere inches in front of the van.

Y/N didn’t mean to break a tree in half, rather hoping for a branch to fall before the van to force them to a halt. Even now, her powers prove to be dangerous. If it had fallen on the van, they’d be severely injured at best. And it would be her fault.

Turning away from the girls, her hands form fists. Taking a few steps away from them, she closes her eyes and releases a shaky breath of relief. It was dangerous, yes, but it worked. She managed to help and she can help even better now.

“They’re chasing him”, Bloom panics.

“He’ll be fine”, Y/N smiles as she turns to face the girls, her eyes overtaken by a purple glow. “None of them are aware they’re following a mirage.”

“You did that?” Aisha licks her lips nervously.

“I’m a mind fairy. It’s not that hard to manipulate what they see, hear or think when they’re distracted.”

Blinking fast, Terra glances at the girls before looking back at Y/N. “Musa can’t do that.”

“Musa is powerful”, Y/N remarks, “but she doesn’t have my powers.”

Gasping, Y/N closes her eyes, shutting them tightly. She could feel hands on her shoulders, shaking her back to reality. When she opens her eyes again, they’re no longer exuding power.

“What just happened?” Aisha exclaims.

“Saul jumped off a cliff.”

“EXCUSE ME?” Bloom raises her voice, eyes narrowed at Y/N.

“He had to get away and I knew he’d be fine if he jumped”, Y/N explains. “So, I told him to jump.”

“AND IS HE FINE?” Bloom questions, “Sky would never forgive you if he’s not!”

Snorting bitterly, Y/N’s eyes harden and her voice lowers. “Sky loves me and he knows my heart. Unlike you, he’d thank me for tryng. HELL, HE’D TRUST ME TELLING SAUL TO JUMP.”

“Alright”, Aisha steps between the girls. “We won’t be doing this again.”

“Tell her that”, Y/N folds her arms across her chest. “I’m not the one constantly accusing one of us of crimes.”

“At least I’m not sending dozens of students to the infirmary every day!”

“No, you just try to burn us all down, release evil dictators and chase away the only person that cares about us!” Shuddering as her power reawakens, Y/N turns away from the group in fear of hurting them.

Bloom is right, she’s not in control, but she’s trying to be. She’s trying her best and yet no one seems to have any faith in her.

Farah did.

Sky does.

They’re the only ones who believed in her from day 1.

“We should go. I know where Saul will be.” Y/N tells them quietly, holding her own hands intertwined to keep them from shaking in the rage Bloom invited to the surface.

She has tried not to blame Bloom for all that happened, but her heart couldn’t let it go. Everyone told her to slow down and not to push things so far, to listen to Farah, to them, and she chose to ignore the warnings. She made a series of bad choices and nearly killed everyone in Alfea, yet everyone forgives her for it without a second thought.

Why can’t they give her the same treatment? At least she’s not doing any of her misdeeds on purpose.

The drive is quiet, further fueling Y/N’s resentment toward the group and their lack of support, their double standards. She won’t beg them to accept her. There’s a reason she’s kept away for so long, she can survive without their friendship.

Greeted with a strong embrace at the shop, Y/N couldn’t help the tear that slid down her cheek when she finally held Saul, when she finally knew he’s safe.

“You’re in so much trouble”, were his first words to her, but his hug said otherwise.

“The hairdo changed”, she chuckles as they separate. “Think my mom would have loved it.”

A sad smile adorns his lips as he nods. “She’d love the courageous woman you’ve grown to be.”

Shaking her head, she smiles. “I hope so.”

“Is Sky”, Saul begins, but she shakes her head.

“He needs time”, her eyebrows furrow. “I’ll let him know where you are. I haven’t called him yet.”

Nodding, he sighs. “I know he does. I’m just happy he’s got you. He’ll need you, even if he won’t admit it.”

Swallowing thickly, she pulls out her phone and flashes it at Saul before walking away to make a call.

“You had me worried”, Sky picks up on the first ring. “I’ve started thinking they arrested you.”

Shaking her head, she leans on a wall. “I’d be a sexy prisoner.”

“No doubt about it, but I’d rather not have to break you out.” Sky remarks.

“Well, there’s always the option of a conjugal visit”, she bites her lower lip, imagining how rosy his cheeks must be with her implications. The quiet that followed spoke volumes about it as well for Sky was always a little more prone to making comments about what he’d love to do with her, but whenever it’s her making a move, Sky would turn into a puddle of mush.

“As much as I'd love a visit of the sort, it all has to wait. I'm with Silva in Sebastian's shop, but I think it's best if you wait until tomorrow. But if you come down after training...”

Sky scoffs, “I'm not going down there.”

“Sky. Please just talk to him on the phone. He’d love to hear from you.”

“Look, I'm happy you're okay. I'm happy it worked out and you got what you wanted, but I'm... I don't wanna talk to him.”

Licking her lips, she sighs heavily. “I wish I could change your mind.”

“You can, but I’d rather if you keep out of my head.”

“You know I’d never”, she pauses, her heart dropping with his insinuation. “Sky, you know I’d never do that to you, right?”

She could hear him gulp, further making her frail heart chip with every moment of silence.

“Right?” She repeats, hoping he just didn’t hear her.

“You wouldn’t”, he says and she sighs in relief. “Not on purpose”, Sky adds and her throat closes up as the breath she drew stops midway to her lungs, tears rushing to her face with his confession.

All this time she thought Sky trusted her, that he believed in her and was on her side, but he’s not. No one is. Her heart is too broken to even beat, her mind coming to a halt. She would have done anything for Sky, she still would. But he’s afraid of her. He doesn’t have faith in her.

How devastating it is to learn that the one you swear by is not by your side?

That you are...

That you've always been...

Alone.

Lips quivering, she covers her mouth to stop herself from sobbing as she finally exhales. Shaking her head, she sniffles. Swallowing the tears, she could feel her throat is tight, that speaking will be a difficult task, but she has to say something.

“At least I know what you truly think of me now”, she says, her voice sounding frail and broken, just as her soul is. She showed him her heart, thinking his intentions are true but he’s disguised himself well...until now.

“Y/N”, Sky tries but she’s faster than him, ending the call.

The phone rings almost instantly, his name displayed over the screen and yet for the first time in a long time, she doesn’t smile seeing it.

Inhaling sharply, she turns the phone off and looks to Saul who seemed to notice the change in her demeanor. She can’t let him know what’s happened. After all, why bother him with trivial nonsense like her naivety.

“Are you okay?” He mouths and she manages a meek smile, pocketing her phone.

She will be.

Somehow.

The sky is no longer blue, the sun has gone down, but plenty of fairies can survive in the dark.

She did for so long, she’s gotten used to it once.

She can do it again.

PART 5

[simplegenius042]

OCs as Tragic Love Archetypes

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Samuel Who (The UnTitledverse)

Lucifer's advisor in the Pride Ring of Hell and often balances the line between designated caretaker and younger brother figure. Samuel's soul was unfairly sent to Hell by a wicked man by the name of Edward Carmine, ending Samuel's existence on the mortal realm before it could progress further. Samuel has had time to adjust to Hell's rules and his position, and is on his way to opening up more to the lifestyle, the denizens and his companions.

Nadi Sinclair (Far Cry The Silver Chronicles)

After her childhood had been ripped away from her and later losing loved ones in Task Force 141 due to Shepard and Shadow Company's betrayal, Nadi had left the task force and proceeded to find a life off the grid, her distrust and disgust towards the greed and warmongering in the American Government eventually drawing her to the Project at Eden's Gate, where she meets the charming (if sometimes frustrating) John Seed. He brings forth feelings that she never got to feel as a child nor as a soldier, and yet, has a massive fear of losing him (whether to forces outside of her control or because of her own self-perceived vices and flaws), leading her to only adore from afar. This becomes ten-times worse when she meets a newly single Holly Pepper, a pragmatic and devoted, if sometimes snarky, member of Eden's Gate. This bisexual disaster has two free hands but can't grab for shit. I think this fits her perfectly.

Sonya, The Apex (Life, Despair & Monsters)

So I've decided to give Sonya mommy issues, which may or may not contribute in her attraction and her (initially unhealthy) relationship with Jennifer (granted, Jennifer is helping matters). Though both learn that, below their hard-shelled and rotten surfaces, are two people capable of loving each other beyond manipulation and usefulness. But that makes them an unholy matrimony obsessed with each other instead so there's no telling whether it has made them better or worse.

And lastly...

Azriel (Wings And Horns, Far Cry The Silver Chronicles)

Azriel has never really had a great experience with love. She is the reincarnation of Joseph Seed's daughter after all. A reincarnation she earned by serving the concept of Death itself for either one hundred or one thousand years. She came back into the world a decade after her original death, and was born into a home that didn't understand her, and the forced transition into Eden's Gate didn't make it any better. Even worse when her parents attempted to sacrifice her during the Reaping to show their devotion. Thankfully, she meets Silva, who shapes and mellows out the young girl into a brilliant young woman who would make Jannah proud. There's also her massive and obvious crush on Gavin's mite (re: a Tumultite word for "child"), Schrödinger Turquoise.

[authortobenamedlater]

Get in loser, we’re going down the highway to rarepair hell.

I’m gonna have a hard time finding images for these two. Maybe I’ll have to get better at photo manipulation or drawing.

That’s if I ever write anything else for this.

Which I am. Totally not. Ever going to do.

*shoves Lasky and Silva out of my muse*

Anyway, two fics for the price of one!

These can stand alone, but they work better together.

There is a fair amount of flirting and “married people talk” in For Better Or Worse, none of it is descriptive.

Spoilers for Forward Unto Dawn abound in both stories, but after the infamous Lasky Not-Smut Reblog Chain, I don’t think that’s going to stop anyone. However there may be some parts of the fics that don't make sense if you haven't seen FUD. Like Chyler. So, maybe at least go to her Halopedia if you don't want to be completely confused.

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I’m just tagging everyone who was in on that chain or has interacted with my posts about this.

Still need a suitable AU name. Just in case I ever continue it.

*pointedly ignores banging on door of muse* I have enough marriage AUs, thank you very much.

And! As a treat! A "deleted scene" from Messy Together that I liked but ultimately made the story too long and didn't fit.

(goes between He hugged her close. “Yeah. I guess we might as well be.” and They both fell silent, and it wasn’t long before Tom felt Chyler starting to slump on him.)

“Tom? What else?” Chyler prodded gently.

“You ever think how…we’re only married because the Covenant blew up our planet?”

“We could be married anyway,” Chyler speculated. “We’d have been students for a few years. And we might still have gotten stationed together.”

“I was going to leave Corbulo the next morning,” Tom said.

“You weren’t going to leave.”

Tom clasped his hands around her waist. “I wasn’t?”

“You weren’t,” Chyler said with certainty. “You can’t walk away once the gauntlet is thrown, Tom. It’s the same reason…” she took a long breath and sighed it out. “The same reason you wouldn’t sign the divorce papers. I think I knew that all along.”

“I guess you’re right, I would have stayed,” Tom conceded. “I had just kissed this pretty girl. I was already thinking I was gonna marry her.”

“Oh, stop it, you were not.” Chyler swatted his hand.

“Yes, I was.” Tom smiled. “Always a step ahead, right?” He sobered. “So was it worth it? You know…everything?”

“I don’t know if ‘worth it’ is the right way of thinking,” Chyler said contemplatively. “We took something bad and made something good out of it.” She smiled up at him. “What better way to stick it to the Covenant?”

“Yeah.” Tom smiled back. “What better way?”

[cocogum]

Milluki has Nen.

You just don’t see it.

Why do some people claim that Milluki is the only one in the zoldyck family who doesn’t have Nen because he never practiced??

Like that shit is weird to me cuz if they actually completely stand on what they’re saying, then they should also assume the same thing for Kikyo since we’ve never seen her use her nen ability before.

Don’t you think that’s weird as hell???

Why would people say Milluki doesn’t have Nen but would know that the rest of his family has it??

And the thing is, people would try to create proof by saying how he never goes outside or because he’s not in shape like the rest of his family which is why he’d be “Nenless”.

When that is not even remotely close to the truth??

I can literally give out so many reasons as to why he actually has Nen instead of being told that he doesn’t have it.

Milluki stays indoors but unlike his family, he attacks from long range. Milluki is the tech genius of the family so logically speaking, he would use his skills to benefit the family by killing in his own creative way.

The family Nen system has been stated countless times before: Silva and Zeno are emitters. As for the other members of the family, the maternal figure (which is Kikyo) and the rest of the children are manipulators. Milluki is included with the children as well so he is also deemed to be a manipulator meaning that he also knows Nen.

Even though we don’t see his nen ability, or any nen at all for that matter, it is still implied that he has one: all of the children excluding the heir (Killua) have to learn Nen before the golden child since his training is suggested to be unique and different than the rest of them. We know this since Kikyo was especially scolding Silva for letting Killua go since he was in a “critical time for his training” (she says this line while ranting to Gotoh).

If Milluki didn’t learn Nen despite the fact that everyone else in the family did, then he wouldn’t be useful to them. Nen is an essential tool for the zoldycks no matter if you’ve got a special skill or talent that none of the other members have so if you don’t have one of the requirements, you’re gonna have to train for it like everyone else did. (The family can’t kill its own members so they couldn’t just kill Milluki if he was genuinely useless.)

The thing is, I’m guessing some people might just want to perceive him as the exception in the family simply because he’s fat or whatever. That logic never made sense to me cuz it doesn’t matter how you look like, you are able to learn Nen no matter what size you are and it’s painfully obvious when we look at all the characters we’ve seen so far.

People are just tossing Milluki around for no reason and it’s honestly hilarious.

[americaswritings]

Won’t lose you | Part 2

Warnings: angst, language (swearing)

Summary: Riven can’t stand around while Musa is trapped in the school.

Words: 1k

Pairing: Riven x Musa

A/N: It’s canon divergent at this point but who cares ;)

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Everyone stood completely still as they listened to the steady beeping that signalled the call had ended.

Riven saw Sky place a hand on Bloom's shoulder in the periphery of his vision, but he didn't dare to look at the fairies or his friend.

The guilt was threatening to drown him. If he had taught Musa how to fight like she had asked him to, she would have been able to better defend herself.

Worry and fear sank in as images of what could have happened filled his mind. Had those things gotten her? Hurt her?

Was she even still alive?

A nudge on his shoulder startled him and he gazed up to find Dane's eyes on him, an expression of empathy on his face.

It was too much. He didn't deserve his sympathy

With a harsh motion he shrugged him off, stepping away and towards Silva. "Same plan. We're going inside now." Riven nodded, trying to focus on his words above anything else. He needed to be concentrated, needed to swallow his own feelings and empty his mind so he could be the perfect soldier he was trained to be.

Slowly but steadily everyone began to move, grabbing their weapons and preparing for the attack. Riven followed along, his heart heavy and his mind numb.

He should have never let himself get so attached to her in the first place. It was a stupid mistake.

Even as he was fighting the manipulated Specialists alongside Sky his thoughts were reeling around a certain fairy. "Didn't think I would ever see that look on you", the blonde muttered under his breath as they snuck through the dark corridors of the school.

"What are you talking about?" Riven didn't look at his friend as he peeked around a corner, temporarily relieved to find it empty but staying alert.

"You're worried", Sky pointed out, his own sword drawn as he followed closely behind. "We're heading into bloody battle and a psychopath has taken over the school. Hell yeah I am."

Sky inhaled. "That's not what I mean. You're worried about her." He didn't have to say a name to know who he was talking about. "Just don't want her to die now after I carried her all the fucking way to school."

"Oh that's what it is. And here I thought you had a heart."

He was joking, of course, but it still stung. Even more because Sky was right. And if he saw how much he really cared, then how bad was he at hiding his feelings?

"I might be an egoistic dick, but that doesn't mean I don't care what happens to the fairies. No one deserves this shit." They rounded another corner and Riven stopped in his tracks as his eyes caught onto something on the floor.

A phone. Musa's phone.

This was where she had been when she had called. Where she had gotten attacked.

As Sky gave him cover, he crouched down, examining the phone before slipping it into his pocket. He would give it to her when he would see her again. Because he would. He couldn’t allow himself to think anything else.

But his stomach sank as he noticed the drips of blood on the floor. Red blood that could only belong to a person. His fingers gripped the sword a little tighter and he could feel Sky's eyes on him, but ignored him.

"This way", he muttered, following the line of blood. It led them further into the school and where they suspected the fairies were kept. “Hold on.” Sky reached for his phone, drawing his brows together when he looked at it. “Bloom’s upstairs. Something has happened with Sebastian.”

Riven looked at his friend for a moment, taking in the conflict on his face before sighing. “Go. I got this.” He saw the hesitation in Sky’s eyes as he lowered his sword. “You sure?”

Riven waved him off. “I’ll be fine. Now go and make sure your girlfriend doesn’t burn down the whole school.”

Sky offered him a nod and he saw the concern behind his eyes before he turned and left. The little redhead had really stolen his friend’s heart.

Riven would never admit that he admired them for what they had. That it made him even a little jealous sometimes. But he wasn’t the guy for relationships. Nothing about him was boyfriend material. His recent breakup with Beatrix had proven that yet again.

With cautious steps he continued his way alone, careful to be quiet and ready to attack or defend himself if necessary. But to his surprise and unease the corridors were empty.

Perhaps the other specialists and the monsters had been called outside where the real fight was taking place. But the lack of opponents still made Riven feel on edge. It seemed too easy.

Finally he reached the room where he could make out the group of fairies. Most of them seemed well enough. A bit raddled, scared and exhausted, but alive and unharmed. 

The door squealed when he opened it and the noise echoed through the tunnels, alerting everyone who was near to his position. But nothing happened. No one came.

As fairy after fairy rushed past him, some sending grateful and relieved smiles his way, Riven scanned the room. Most were keeping their heads low and it was dark so it took him a moment, but then the realization struck him with full force.

Musa wasn’t among them. She wasn’t here.

“Hey”, he turned to one of the boys who was just marching past him, holding him back with a hand on his arm. “Have you seen Musa?”

The redhead shook his head. “She was never here.”

Riven let him go without another word, closing his eyes for a moment as his answer sank in. If Musa had been taken but never brought here, where the hell could she be?

He knew the fairies were expecting him to guide them outside, or at least somewhere safe, but he couldn’t turn away and leave. Not without her.

“Go through the East corridors. I cleared them on the way here so they should be monster free”, he quickly briefed the last one to pass him, a tall boy with brown curls. “You’re not coming with us?”, he asked surprised and Riven shook his head, his eyes already fixed on the corridors he hadn’t searched yet.

“There’s still someone I need to get.”

With that he left, his heartbeat the only sound guiding him through the darkness.

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Tap tap tap. The sound of his pen on paper as he stared forward at the screen, it hadn't been long at all. Not even a few days, in fact. Yet there had been no news on it's location. How it even happened. How the hell did it get out?

Tap tap tap. He had sent grunts to go, but perhaps admins were necessary. More than the one looking over them. He couldn't imagine what would happen if someone unsavoury found it. Or worse, Interpol. He didn't need the International Police on his back for child experimentation, or worse, trying to clone one of the key legendary pokemon. Perhaps he should feel lucky, his grip on Kalos was unbreaking, those that were in Interpol in his region were carefully watched, manipulated.

Nobody got in without him knowing, nobody got out without him approving it. Whether they know it or not.

Tap tap tap. ... Bzzt!

" we have news on SYv:D. " The voice echoed in his ear, he needed it back now. There was no room for error, not when it was a ticking timebomb. It might as well be a complete bioweapon that lost it's trigger.

" tell me. " Lysandre's voice, despite the boiling anger, didn't let it show. A composed bliss, a rumble that felt more empty than expressive. His brow pursed as he listened. This better be good news.

Tap tap tap.

" we've spotted her near santalune. our guess is that she is moving towards snowbelle city. "

Lysandre's tapping ceased for a moment, leaning back. That could be it...It wasn't in any mind to be thinking clearly, not since the accident.

" i want it retrieved before the end of the week. station an admin near snowbelle, another aquacorde in case it decides to shift paths. we have enough eyes in lumiose to know if it arrives there. "

He heard the beginning of a word on the other side of call, then it went silent. They knew better than to talk back.

" yes sir. "

Tap tap tap. ... Snap.

[partiallypearl]

I know it's super late for the 3 sentence fic ask, but erm Terra rescuing Andreas, please?

a/n: thank you!! i hope you enjoy this @penflicks !!

“You look a lot like your mother.” Andreas mumbled and Terra paused in her movements.

He was lying on the ground, arm wrapped around his stomach right above his wound - the one where Sky had stabbed him.

Ironic, she thought to herself, the man was stabbed to death by both his son and his best friend (or whatever the hell Silva had been to him) and yet he was rattling on about her mother.

“I get that a lot.” She said simply in reply, grabbing bandages out of the medic kit, pushing her hair behind her ears and ignoring the way her heart began to pound in fear.

“You sound like her too.” Andreas said with a groan and Terra looked at him. “Meek. Quiet little girl who doesn’t know anything about the world around her.”

His tone was intentionally antagonizing and Terra resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she dug through the med kit, grabbing out a small bottle of rubbing alcohol. She opened the cap, grabbing a sterilizied towel and pouring it onto it, before pressing it against his wound.

“I know more than you.” She grunted, a small smile forming as Andreas hissed in pain. “I know that you’re manipulating my father. That you’re the reason why things have been shit at Alfea the last few months.” She paused in her ministrations, her green eyes meeting his.

“I also know that something happened at Aster Dell. And that that’s the reason why my mum died. I’m not stupid Andreas.” He looked at her, scruffy beard and all.

“Never said you were girlie. You’re smart. Your mother was too.”

“Not smart enough to avoid you.” Terra replied. Her hands began to shake as she used her magic to coagulate the blood, placing fresh bandages over the wound, she pulled away with a heavy sigh.

She reached her hand out to Andreas and he took it. “Nobody needs to know about this.” She told him plainly and he nodded at her.

“Nobody needs to know. Stay safe girlie.”

She looked away, biting down on her inner cheek before grabbing the med kit, locking it shut and storming off, back towards Alfea.

What the hell had she gotten herself into?

[picavecalyx-a]

rambling for an hour ( always accepting ! )

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  man i’m gonna go crazy. sometimes i do think i go a little too far with writing and certain characters and stuff. i always like to say that i don’t like holding back my muses, it just feels out of character or like...it loses the fun when the character isn’t acting how they’d act in any given situation. it makes it often really difficult to write certain things because you never know how others are going to react to things like that. it’s why i appreciate those that let me write say colress doing his terrible nonsense. i enjoy just going crazy and writing with very little restraint aside from obviously the character killing, not gonna ever have a character be killed unless i get permission or it’s like a joke or a random off ask. 

  another random thought that came to mind is like...i always try to keep things somewhat consistent when writing? but honestly like, i love exploring multiple timelines, multiple different types of characters, multiple interactions, all that. i love thinking about different sort of situations like...i’m still thinking about hisui verse after silva gets back, and certain things like that and the fact that silva will still have amnesia and how that might impact how she interacts with characters in the present time always sticks to my brain like glue. things like that, and also like oh how might silva interact with this character or that character or what would she do in this situation or after experiencing that. ultimately i’ll never really know until i have that interactions but i’m always looking for it and always enjoy when i actually can have those interactions. like interacting with me is just...i try to give as much leeway as physically possible to allow the muses to do whatever they want so long as it ain’t like godmodding. 

  i think it’s one of the reasons i was scared to really get into any big rpc or really get active on silva or really tell people about silva because she’s got a lot of factors that are like oh that’s a lot. like i don’t know, i’m almost afraid when it comes to it because like--also silva’s a child and i put her through a lot. not as much as say galapagos, another one of my ocs. but it’s still...like silva was branded in her og verse, she was kept in grove that was literally raising her to be a slave/to be sold to the highest bidder. she fell from the sky, she was manipulated, in rp she’s been kidnapped, almost killed, put in a book, treated like an item, she’s snapped, she’s lost her best friend, lost family. in pokeverse she’s been experimented on, she was abandoned, she was emotionally abused, she’s paranoid as shit, she has trust issues...like even her world view i thought people would be deterred as hell by because it’s such a big part of her character. like she’s incapable of seeing the negative and that can often be frustrating i think, for other characters. because talking to her can often be circular when you actually try to get her to bend at all on her ideals. it fucks me up especially because the amount of toxic positivity this kid has is downright apologetic and it’s so extreme that it really does make me wonder about silva and how she manages to get to that point. i always at least try to keep things not only consistent but making sense. it’s sort of why it takes me so long to really settle on a verse for silva, because i need that a legitimate reason for why silva thinks the way she does. let it be because she was raised to be a perfect obedient slave, or she was raised to just comply for a cause to help, or even as a being that really doesn’t understand the world and doesn’t really understand the difference between manipulated or honesty. 

  not to mention i always like to try and really play with emotions when it comes to hitting people. i will always stand by the fact that a character that is positive af will always hit harder when they break in comparison to someone who’s always in pain, always broken. 

  it’s just. agh. i put way too much thought into this shit jsdifsodfsd

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A STUDY OF ... raised to follow directions. toxic positivity. rosy coloured lenses. the good in everyone. the music of flames. unknowing legacy. seeking out the ones like you. found family.

a lunarian oc SILVA based in ONE PIECE.

chirped by nami

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in depth bio. meme/prompt tag. npcs. simplified rules + bio below cut

selective. i'm super selective. i won't follow unless i see our muses actually interacting!! if i follow you first, then i definitely want to write >:)

triggers. i do not have any triggers. i try to tag everything for my mutuals, but if i ever forget to tag something just let me know!! if i don't know what to tag the post will just have 'ask to tag', and i'll change that once i know!! this blog will contain themes of dehumanization, child abuse, slavery, and manipulation. i will tag these when they come up, but please be aware some of this is key to silva's character.

shipping. I WILL NOT WRITE ANY SMUT. that ain't happening. silva is 12-14, i will be selective as fuck about romance and even then i will probably not be writing any romance. i prefer every other kind of relationship more than romance. if you try to ship or smut with this blog, i'm hard blocking you.

memes. idk i'd like if you sent something before you reblog from me, but it's fine :')

mun =/= hi yeah i'm not silva. don't assume that anything she says/does i support or think is right.

injury/death. go for it, silva can get hurt, this is one piece where shit happens. i will say, please tell me before you kill/severely injure her, thanks!!

credit. i make all of my graphics and art. if you see art/graphics, i made them unless otherwise specified.

hi i'm nami, i'm 21, i use it/its pronouns, and i am the silly guy that has a million one piece blogs but at the moment they're all dead. if you know zahraalgernon, luazasvogel, jooshugaberu, etc. that's me :) i'm trying to bring them back, but it might be awhile- i've been in other rpc hell for a While. but i'm back!!!!!!!! so hi!!!!!!!!

name. bagatella silva

species. lunarian

age. 12-14 (verse dependent; 14 at timeskip)

height. 7'3"

devil fruit. tori tori no mi: model: magpie

personality. silva is super positive to a fault, she is always wears rosy-eyed lenses and her goal is to befriend literally everyone. silva is unaware of what she is, but she actively wants to find someone that's like her.

super brief history. silva was dropped from a sky island and was found by poppinal, a slaver, and taken to sabaody archipelado. she lived in grove 23, a child trafficking system disguised as a foster home, until she was 12. when she was 12, she snuck onto a ship and started her adventure. from there, she's been traveling as much as she can, meeting and befriending everyone she can.

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[the-silver-chronicles]

Far Cry The Silver Chronicles Post #3

One of the major differences between Father Omar and Joseph Seed (amongst the many, many other obvious differences) is how they act as Prophets of the Voice.

And what I mean by that is how they go about being "right".

Joseph believes what he, his family and his project does, will ultimately be justified when he is proven right by the Collapse's arrival. However, as clearly seen within his sermon in the Bliss hallucination during Rook's second daily kidnapping encounter with Faith Seed, as well as his final battle in the canon Far Cry 5, Joseph is very aware that not everyone believes him, and in fact think he's just crazy. He's trying to convince Rook of what he's seen is true by using the Bliss (bold strategy considering the Bliss is a weaponised illusion) and is desperate throughout his battle against Rook and their allies. In other words, Joseph, despite knowing he's right, chooses to "help" and "convert" others in a desperate attempt to save them (well-intentioned behaviour but misguided methods) and also convince them he is right. He is the prophet of God.

Father Omar on the other hand, has nothing to prove. Unlike Joseph who commits the terrible actions he does both in service to his faith and as a way to prove he's not crazy to others, Father Omar doesn't try to convince anyone he's right. He tells them he's the prophet of God and then manipulates, mansplain and manslaughters his way through life. The thing is... Father Omar has no need to prove he's right. His own ego is enough. Knowing that God chose him to be his prophet, to have this knowledge, to give him the divine right to prepare for the Collapse himself under any means necessary is enough of a massive ego boost that Father Omar gives zero shits what happens to everyone else and disregards their opinions as nothing more than pure conjecture. It's why he eventually envies Joseph in their short-term alliance... Joseph, a random nobody from nowhere with nothing to offer God when he was chosen, his very presence insults Father Omar because of how the Voice gave such a divine purpose to a person with such low worth (in his eyes anyway) and also deludes Father Omar into believing that Joseph is a threat to what is rightfully his purpose. Hell, the reaction he had when Joseph reveals the first seal had already been broken without Father Omar's knowledge immediately causes the older prophet to start plotting to use Joseph as a tool so the younger prophet doesn't steal his thunder, especially when he and his enforcers were just making a random pit stop for fuel and resources before moving on in their (horrible) lifestyles. The fact Silva just so happened to be in that very county only solidified Father Omar's choice to begin using and eventually disposing Joseph to satiate his paranoia and return his own honour and privilege as a prophet.

In other words, while Joseph's empathy and human need to prove he's right so his sacrifices and pain and suffering and life can have meaning forces him to genuinely (attempt) to help people in the way he believes they need, Father Omar's own haughty hubris, excessive delusions of grandeur and overbearing entitlement mixed with his severe lack of empathy gets in the way of being the altruistic and selfless prophet he's supposed to be, causing him to care only for his own selfish desires than attempting to save some "unworthy" sinners life, and using everyone around him as a means to an end to keep that position of purpose and power.

It's what makes him more dangerous with Joseph.

The danger of a desperate man trying to prove to others he's right is nothing in comparison to a man who has nothing to prove to anyone but himself the knowledge he carries. One is impulsive but still reasonable (to an extent, given Joseph does give Rook the chance to walk away twice) while the other is secure but insistently stubborn on not changing his ways or his "righteous" opinions.

Father Omar, despite how much Joseph and the former would disagree with me, is an important character that influences to one of Joseph's character development and contributes to his main arc as a prophet; just because you know your right about something doesn't justify the horrid actions you've committed anyway.

And Father Omar has done and even turned a blind eye to plenty of vile, horrid atrocities he's committed or commanded others to do. Hence why he acts as a foil to Joseph... he's what Joseph could have been if the former didn't have his moral compass, his supportive family (referring to his wife, his brothers and his adopted sister) and his empathy.

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[ A playlist for the Torturer, the Prisoner, and the Warden, the various ways they irrevocably broke themselves and each other within the obsidian walls of Pandora’s Vault, and the malignant, toxic, dysfunctional bond that inextricably intertwines the three of them together. ]

(Full tracklist below the cut)

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Intro: Dramatis Personae 

1. “A Rain of Brass Petals (Three Voices Edit)” by Akira Yamaoka [“I am the first / A shadow at the end of the hallway / I spin the carousel, the laughter recedes away / (...) I am the second / Alone in a faceless crowd / A human caught in monochrome dreams / (...) I am the third / A master / a sentinel of awakeness”]

2. “Heathens” by Twenty One Pilots (First to Eleven Full Band Rock Cover) [“You'll never know the psychopath sitting next to you / You'll never know the murderer sitting next to you / You'll think, "How'd I get here, sitting next to you?" / But after all I've said, please don't forget / All my friends are heathens, take it slow / Wait for them to ask you who you know / Please don't make any sudden moves / You don't know the half of the abuse”]

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Act I: The Torturer

3. “Guns & Roses” by Paradise Lunch

4. “Eyes on Me (Vox’s Song)” by Paranoid DJ [“I'll corrupt, manipulate, control what they see / I am the master of obscuring through our technology / I'll sell your every single weakness back to you for a fee /  Don't be a fool and stand there droolin' / Get those eyes on me / Take a chance, play my game, get the rush in your veins”]

5. “Chandelier” by Sia (Spanish cover by Kevin Vasquez)

6. (@ the Warden) “The Pit” by Silversun Pickups [“ I'm sure you recognize my noise and you heard about the Pit / Been told to be afraid of everything that lives within / But it's much worse where you are / So will you go for it? / I have a feeling you might / Feeling you might / Somebody somewhere / Will clean out your wounds / With dirty fingers / We'll bury the lie”]

7. (@ the Warden) “Addict” by Silva Hound (NateWantsToBattle feat. Leeandlie cover) [“So what if I misbehave? / It's what everybody craves / You already know / So come if you're feeling brave / And fancy yourself a mate / You want it, I got it, see what you like? / We could have it all by the end of the night / Your money and power, my sinful delight / A hit of that heaven and hell, a hell of a high”]

8. (@ the Prisoner) “Eyes on Fire” by Blue Foundation [“I'll seek you out / Flay you alive / One more word and you won't survive / And I'm not scared / Of your stolen power / I see right through you any hour / (...) I'm taking it slow / Feeding my flame/ Shuffling the cards of your game”]

9. (@ the Prisoner)  “King of the World” by Porcelain and the Tramps [“I'm the fucking king of the world / Get on your knees / I'm the fucking king of the world / Do as I please / So get up and get out and I'll show you / What it means for me to control you”]

10. “Magnum Bullets” by Night Runner feat. Dan Avidan  [“Running in shoes that shine / With blood that isn't mine / A stinging trophy of the battles I've survived / No longer I defend / The choices I pretend / Could make amends that heal the loss of precious time / My conscience paralyzed / Against the rising tide / Of haunting memories that drown a wasted life”]

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Act II: The Prisoner 

11. “Wybie” by Bruno Coulais

12. “Nightmare” by Halsey [“Kindness is weakness, or worse, you're complacent / I could play nice, or I could be a bully / I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be /  (...) Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware / But I'd rather be a real nightmare than die unaware”]

13. “Therapy” by All Time Low [“In a city of fools I was careful and cool / But they tore me apart like a hurricane / A handful of moments I wished I could change / But I was carried away / Give me therapy, I'm a walking travesty / But I'm smiling at everything”]

14. (@ the Torturer) “The One Who Laughs Last” by Downplay [“I am used to these black eyes / To be bruised, antagonized / But it overwhelms my mind / To believe that I called you a friend / This knife that's in my back keeps twisting / Anxiety attacks”]

15. (@ the Torturer) “Skyscraper” by Demi Lovato (David Hodges cover) [“Would it make you feel better to watch me while I bleed? / All my windows still are broken / But I'm standing on my feet / You can take everything I have / You can break everything I am / Like I'm made of glass / Like I'm made of paper / Go on and try to tear me down / I will be rising from the ground / Like a skyscraper”]

16. (@ the Warden) “Hurricane” by 30 Seconds to Mars [“Tell me, would you kill to save a life? / Tell me, would you kill to prove you're right? / (...) No matter how many deaths that I die I will never forget / No matter how many lives I live I will never regret / (...) Do you really want? Do you really want me? / Do you really want me dead or alive to torture for my sins?”] 

17. (@ the Warden) “Saints” by Echos [“You were standing there like an angry god / Counting out my sins just to cross them off / Saying that my tongue was too loud to trust / And that my blood couldn't keep you / My dear, you're not so innocent / You're fooling Heaven's gates / So you won't have to change / You're no saint, you're no savior”]

18. “Sleep” by My Chemical Romance [“A drink for the horror that I'm in / For the good guys and the bad guys / For the monsters that I've been / Three cheers for tyranny / Unapologetic apathy / 'Cause there ain't no way that I'm coming back again  / And through it all, how could you cry for me? / 'Cause I don't feel bad about it / (...) The hardest part's the awful things that I've seen”]

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Act III: The Warden 

19. “Theme from Ameteria” by Jack Wall 

20. “I Stand Alone” by Bryan White [“I know the sound of each rock and stone / And I embrace what others fear / You are not to roam in this forgotten place / Just the likes of me are welcome here / Everything breathes / And I know each breath / For me it means life / For others it's death / It's perfectly balanced / Perfectly planned”]

21. “The Strength to Go On” by Rise Against [“Our shoulders bear an awful weight / But still we trudge on just the same / Our colors run then leave a stain / They blacken our once honest name / How can we argue, tell me / Over the fury and the fire / How many times can we tell you that we / Are not like you”]

22. (@ the Prisoner) “I Know Where You Sleep” by Emilie Autumn [“I know the sickening thoughts that slither around your head / I know the gluttonous guilt that buried me in your bed / Manipulate me if you can, go on and fool me like your biggest fan / (...) You play the victim very well / You build yourself indulgent hell / You wanted someone to understand you / Well be careful what you wish for because I do”] 

23. (@ the Prisoner) “Breath” by Breaking Benjamin [“I know nothing of your kind / And I won't reveal your evil mind / Is it over yet? / I can't win / So sacrifice yourself and let me have what's left / (...) You take the breath right out of me / You left a hole where my heart should be / You got to fight just to make it through / 'Cause I will be the death of you”]

24. (@ the Torturer) “How You Remind Me” by Nickelback [This is how you remind me / Of what I really am / (...) And I've been wrong, I've been down / Been to the bottom of every bottle / These five words in my head / Scream "Are we having fun yet?"] 

25. (@ the Torturer) “Carousel” by Melanie Martinez [“This horse is too slow / We're always this close / Almost, almost, we're a freakshow / Right, right when I'm near / It's like you disappeared / Where'd you go? Mr. Houdini, you're a freakshow”]

26. “Control” by Halsey [“They send me away to find them a fortune / A chest filled with diamonds and gold / The house was awake, the shadows and monsters / The hallways, they echoed and groaned I sat alone, in bed till the morning / I'm crying, "They're coming for me" / And I tried to hold these secrets inside me / My mind's like a deadly disease“]

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Outro: The Vault 

27. “True” by Akira Yamaoka

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( @theminesbecraftin​ I saw your c!Prison Trio playlist post a week ago, blacked out, and when I came to, this was in front of me. :V I hope at least a few of the songs seem fitting! 🙏 )

[decembercamiecherries]

Writing Update!

The last time I was ready to start posting my multichapter fic I made an announcement on here, so I decided I wanted to do the same thing this time around! ^-^ Next week (June 12) I will post the first chapter of my new killugon au multichapter fic, Waiting on You! 

I started this fic back in summer 2020 as a one shot, lost interest in it, took a second look at it in summer 2021 and then decided to fully commit to finishing the fic in its entirety. I completed writing the fic in February 2022 and have been in editing hell for the last four months lol. The fic is inspired by the below prompt:

*My friend constantly sets me up on blind dates that each end horrifically because they think I’m lonely when really I’m just a huge introvert, and you’re the waiter who stays after and talks to me after every one and I’m pretty sure this wasn’t my friend’s original plan, but I think I’m starting to fall in love with you.*

Stats and other details about the fic are down below! Also thank you to @cyberflamingo who was kind enough to take a look at this fic while still in it’s draft version at very short notice, I can’t thank them enough for their insight and support!

Title: Waiting on You

Number of chapters: 21 (this might change depending on whether or not I decide to further break up the longer chapters)

Update schedule: Every Sunday starting in June and estimated to finish in October

Word count: about 90k

Content rating: Teen and up

Content warnings: Some manipulation from the Zoldyck family

Relationships: Killua Zoldyck/Gon Freecss, Killua Zoldyck & Gon Freecss, Killua Zoldyck & Alluka Zoldyck, Killua Zoldyck & Canary, Killua Zoldyck & Palm Siberia, Killua Zoldyck & Ikalgo, Killua Zoldyck & Zoldyck Family (but mostly Silva and Illumi), Gon Freecss & Kite, Alluka Zolydck/Zushi

Other tags: Modern AU, College/University AU, Aged Up Characters, Slow Burn, Pining, Crushes, Romance, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Flirting, Drinking, Jealousy, etc

Summary:

Everything has a cost.

As heir to the Zoldyck business empire, it’s a rule Killua Zoldyck as understood and obeyed all his life. But when he befriends the local restaurant waiter Gon Freecss, he’s forced to re-examine his future in a new light.

Because if everything has a cost, what is KIllua willing to pay for wanting Gon?