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nekoannie-chan · 4 years

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Venefica

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Witch! Reader

Word count: 1742 words.

Summary: You're one of Earth's protectors, you mistakenly end up meeting Steve and other heroes, what's going to happen between you and Steve?

Warnings: Magic, mentions of nudity.

A/N: This is my entry to the @nastybuckybarnes ‘s Lex’s 7K Follower Challenge with the theme:

“Witch! AU”.

Venefica means witch in Latin.

The reader is a witch, so in the reader’s universe, the Avengers don’t exist.

Loa, Shadows, Dark Dimension is the same.

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don’t steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other’s people. The only exception is the ones I gifted ‘cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and is not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Marvel’s characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

My other media where I publish: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.

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Somewhere

Once upon a time, there was a princess, so the wicked witch hated her so much that she kidnapped her, a charming prince was willing to save her....blah, blah, blah...

You closed abruptly the book and exhaled frustrated, keeping the secret tired and overwhelming, especially with all the "lies" there were about witches thanks to popular culture.

No matter what happened, the result was always the same, the last time ended in trials against the witches since then you had agreed that you would not say anything about your existence again, you would simply remain in the shadows protecting the world from any danger.

You settled in the chair, looked up into the forest, after some incidents you decided to live in a remote place, of course, you knew about the stories that were going on, you didn't care, when you saw some curious one you offered them some of the fruits you harvested, pretending that you were nothing more than a woman who lived in a quiet place.

Then you looked up at the little campfire you lit in the yard to cook one of your potions, the flames glowed strangely, you snort, you knew that meant.

"There will be problems, the Shadows are very restless, nothing good, I think I should start preparing some things just in case," you told your cat.

The cat lazily raised his head, wagged his tail and stretched to show his support.

New York

"Cap, where are you? Clint questioned.

"In position, has anyone seen Cloak?” Steve replied as he peeked out to try to spot Tyrone.

"In the shadows, watching as usual," Tandy replied.

"We can't miss any chance, if they take the experiment, we'll be in serious trouble," Natasha reminded them.

Tandy approached carefully and silently, would take advantage to "feed" on the hopes of the opponents and thus leave the way clear to their companions, reached the first, felt powerful as every time he did that. On the other hand, Ty was attentive to the movements of his partner, for no reason would he allow someone to damage her.

Once the road was clear, Dagger informed others that they could already enter, Tyrone took care of taking them to where his partner was.

Natasha went in with Tandy, the place seemed empty, and they began to suspect that something was not right. The rest waited outside, hiding, in case they had to do some kind of intervention.

"Guys, this is weird, there's nobody," Natasha reported by the communicator.

"Don't let your guard down, it can be a trap," Steve ordered.

They did not count on their enemies having thought of all the possibilities there would be, however, the superhero team never suspected the secret weapon with which they would attack them.

The girls' screams were heard, without hesitation, the rest of the team came in to help them, they were found unconscious.

“Ty... I think we should run away, it looks like it's a trap...”

A gas was beginning to appear in the room, they had no idea if it was poisonous or what it might cause them so as Tyrone could wrap covering the team with his cape to take them to safety.

Somewhere

The team showed up in the woods, Natasha and Tandy woke up, everyone looked confused.

"Ty, where are we?” Tandy questioned.

"I just thought about going to a place that kept us safe, but there was an alteration in the Loa...”

“Who are you and what do you want?” You questioned when you saw them.

They immediately set their sights on the broom in your left hand.

"Well... we are the Avengers," Tony replied as if it were obvious.

"The Avengers?" you repeat.

"Come on, how can you not know us? How can you not meet the famous Tony Stark?” Tony said incredulously.

On the other hand, Steve didn't take his eyes off you, there was something about you that caught his eye.

"I don't know anyone by that name.”

"I think we travelled through the Loa," Cloak interjected.

"Loa? You mean the Shadows?”

Tandy and Ty looked at each other, probably that's how you knew the Loa, and the others knew it as the Dark Dimension.

"Yes, maybe there was a glitch and we finished... here," Tandy said.

"And what do you want? Are you coming to attack or something?”

"No, no, we were on a mission... we're the good guys, we're superheroes,” Steve replied.

"Superheroes? Like in the cartoons?”

"Don't they exist here? So, what are you? Who defends the Earth?” Natasha asked.

"I'm a witch and that's our job," you answered.

"A witch? Of course, like in fairy tales," Tony mocked.

"Yes, I'm a witch...”

"Come on, you're an adult, stop joking," Tony said an annoying.

"Last week I met with my witch friends and did broom races, which usually have different speeds and even automatics," you made fun of him.

Steve tried not to laugh, Tony rolled his eyes when he detected the sarcasm of your voice.

"Sure, sometimes I turn children into mice and so many others I eat them alive and never see their families again and you know, my cat speaks too," you continued and pointed out to your cat who had just come to sit next to you.

This time your tone was serious, making everyone doubt, they still couldn't discern whether you were a friend or an enemy.

"Are you serious?” Steve a little discouraged.

"No, I don't do any of that, my cat is a normal cat, well it's very perceptive, but sometimes those stupid clichés are very tired, you know, the typical ones that the evil witch and the princess in distress, that's why I live here... okay, it seems that you are from another dimension, do those stories exist in your world?”

"Yes, they're very famous, people tell to the little girls," Tandy replied.

"By the way, I'm Natasha, this is Tandy, the guy in the cape is Tyrone, you know Tony, the one with the shield is Steve, and the one with the arrows is Clint.”

"Y/N, I suppose now I must find a way to return you to your universe.”

"Maybe it's not necessary, we can come back the same way we got here," Clint replied.

"I don't think that's necessary, Ty can bring us back, just as we got here, can you?” Natasha said, looking at him.

"Yes, of course, no problem," Cloak replied for sure.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience we caused you," Steve said with a little sadness.

Everyone came together so Tyrone could cover them with the cape and be able to return to their dimension and finish the mission, they stayed for a few minutes like this until they realized nothing happened.

"I think... you have trouble getting back from where you came from,” you said.

"No... I don't understand what's going on,” Ty replied confusedly.

"The Shadows are back to normal, I don't think it's possible for you to return," with your head pointing out the flames of the campfire.

"What do we do now? Steve questioned.

Without saying anything you entered your house, you needed your divination tools, you could predict those alterations, although that didn't mean they happened exactly like that.

"Where is she going?” Tandy asked in a murmur.

"Maybe she's bored of us," Tony replied.

You came back with the bag in your hand, they looked at you curiously, and you waved the bag and dropped the contents of it on the table.

“What... is she supposed to be doing? Clint asked the others curiously.

He didn't notice you heard him, maybe in his dimension, the witches didn't exist.

"Divination, so we can know more or less when it will be the next alteration in the shadows," you explained by putting your hands on top of the small stones without touching them.

“More or less? So it's not accurate? "Tony wasn't convinced at all.

"Are you suggesting anything else?” You asked grumpily.

"Excuse him, he's a little nervous because we were halfway through a mission," Steve excused him.

"The next alteration will be in two months," you informed them.

As the days went by, you and Steve started to get closer, he told you his whole story and vice versa.

The others don't seem too happy to be there, especially because of the mission, although it was confusing, your dimension was too much like theirs, but no one knew them there. Thousands of times Tony tried to create something to come back, nothing worked.

One full moon night you came out, Steve noticed and went after you.

"Y/N, where are you going? He asked.

"To pick up some water from the lake," you replied.

"At this hour? It's something... Suspect.”

"Why? The water has already absorbed all the magical properties of the moon, it is the exact moment," you explained.

"Well... in that case... can I come with you?” Steve volunteered.

You agreed with a smile, it was a little hard to be completely alone with Steve. You walked up the river, once you got there, you started taking your clothes off in front of a Steve dumbfounded by your actions.

"W-what are…are y-you do-doing?” He asked nervously.

"We're going to swim in the river, come on, take off your clothes," you answered naturally.

You went into the river, Steve was intimidated, his hands trembled as he took off his clothes, then he walked to the lake. At first timidly, then you began to play with the water until you finally kissed.

Steve and you had fallen in love, even though there was a huge problem, he wasn't from your world, what would you do when the time came when he had to go back to where he belonged?

You couldn't ask him to stay with you, you couldn't go with him, both of you had very important missions and you couldn't leave them.

“What am I supposed to do?” You asked your cat.

The little cat saw you lazily and meowled, you sighed.

The two months had passed, finally the day there were alterations in the Shadows came, you didn't know how to say goodbye to Steve.

"Steve...”

"Y/N, I promise I'll find a way back, soon we'll be together again," he told you by holding your hand.

The rest of your team was waiting for you to leave, you two shortened the space and kissed.

"I'll be waiting for you.”

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dystopian-penguin · 4 years

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Regicide is a two-person job - Chapter one

[Has anyone asked for a mashup between an Royalty AU and a Boarding School AU? No? Well I did one anyway.

While I actually know where I’m going with this (which is rare for writers) I am not so sure if I’m gonna go anywhere with this at all (which is decidedly more common for writers). Either way, here’s an intro/sneak-peak into an idea that has been sitting in my folder for way too long.]

Lena Luthor was not having a good day.

It would have been unnecessarily overdramatic to say it had cracked even her Top 10 Worst Days, but then again, the full repercussions of it hadn’t made themselves fully known yet. Although, she supposed being forced to move halfway across the globe fit the “life-changing repercussions” category, and Lena had no possible method to ever measure all of those.

It didn’t matter. She was going to endure the next two years of her life by making everyone else’s a living hell, as she had always done. Besides, she doubted her antics would make her last very long in one of the most well secured campuses in the world, and when she showed up back home in a couple of months after getting (very politely) expelled it would be her turn to laugh in Lilian’s face. And her stepmother wouldn’t even be able to fully act on her rage without tipping off any investors that the Luthors were many orders of magnitude bellow “less than perfect” as a family.

Lena stretched lazily and put her feet on the table, sparing a passing glance at the picturesque snow-covered mountain ranges passing by thousands of feet bellow her. Deciding that she needed a well-rested mind in order to face the many small battles that were sure to occur throughout the day, she picked up her phone to change to a more sleep-friendly playlist. As she muted her music to scroll through her options, she heard Lilian and Lex’s hushed tones coming from the front of the jet.

“…what my contacts say about her”.

Lilian clicked her tongue at that at that. “I hardly think a girl with that much security actually lives up to these rumors. Maybe they’re trying for a more approachable thought-the-grapevines PR strategy,” she answered.

“She does fit the ditzy dumb blonde type, doesn’t she?” Lex said.

Lilian laughed at that. The type of laughter only Lex was ever really allowed to witness. Lena continued through the motions of picking a sleeping playlist and making herself comfortable enough for a nap, feeling slightly bad for whoever was the focus on their conversation. Her brother and Lilian could be quite vicious about their business partners when they were left alone to gossip, and not exactly fully committed to facts. Not that Lena gave a fuck of course. She had stirred up quite a few nasty rumors about her peers herself when bored.

“That will certainly come in handy for the company in a few years’ time, should it be true,” her bother continued. “Although I do personally believe a rebellious youth would have been even better to our interests than an idiotic leader. Either way, Lena dearest appears to be yet one more problem for the Kryptonian Secret Service now”.

Wait, what?

Lena continued to act as if her earbuds hadn’t been muted and curled on herself as if asleep. It had been bad enough to pull her out of her previous boarding school and haul her ass across the globe overnight and without warning. Had Lilian and Lex really concocted even more unpleasant surprises for her day?

What was she thinking, of course they had.

“Oh, I am sure she will be a problem either way, no matter what the other girl really is like” Lilian dismissed. There was a pause, and Lena heard the clink of a teacup against its plate. “Might I enquire what makes you so keen on believing that particular source this time?”

“For the same reasons you picked this particular academy to exile her to, mother dear”.

Another pause, longer this time, then Lilian answered in a tone of subdued irritation.

“So, he has contacted you as well. I can’t say I’m surprised.”

“Oh, I can. What a stupid individual that was. But no matter, it has been dealt with,” Lex chuckled. “Unless you had any other pending business with him?”

Oh great, thought Lena. She was now once privy to the answers to what is without a doubt yet another “mysterious missing person case” that would make its rounds on Youtube conspiracy videos in a few years. If she didn’t know any better, she would think her brother planned his assassinations with the narrative of those videos already in mind.

And her family wondered why she was half-buzzed all the time.

Lilian must have made a dismissive hand gesture because Lex continued, “Good then, so we can stop these charades and discuss what we actually need to. Mother, I must admit, as much as the rest of this ordeal has been perversely well crafted, I believe sending her directly to that room might be a liability.”

“Oh please. Princess Kara might be a pretty face, but even Lena isn’t that stupid.”

Had Lena’s chair been facing them her ruse would have been over at that moment, as her eyes went wide. Just what on Earth were these two planning now? Lex’s black-market deals and criminal business practices were one thing. Every big corporation out in their happy little capitalistic dystopian society was guilty of that, no matter how much they liked to give flak to the Luthors exclusively. “That’s just good business,” as Lionel used to say.

But toying with Kryptonian royalty was way above even Lex’s repertoire, especially after their last… security breach, so to speak. Had her brother really grown as arrogant as to think he could walk in the same circles as a family thousands of years old and come out unscathed? That level of hubris spoke of Lillian’s intelligence, but her brother…

From a logical standpoint, Lena knew she would have to run into Princess Kara at some point during her (hopefully brief) stay in that blasted Royal Academy. The girl would have to be undoubtedly the hottest shit in that school, being the first in line to an empire and all. Lena also expected to be asked for some sort of report on her for Lex, so it’s not like she had exactly been planning on ignoring her existence entirely, as much as the prissy playboy types exhausted her to no end.

Okay, if Lena was being completely honest with herself, even she was curious about what the princess was really like.

She had met all kinds of celebrities and dignitaries in her short 16 years of life, but she had never met anyone from the only true royalty left in the world. And Lena knew even Lex had met the late King Zor-El only once, and as a child.

It was a silly guilty pleasure, but one that she was certain she wasn’t alone in. There was just something about the Kryptonian royalty in particular that made them seem like truly god-chosen and regal, and the whole world followed them like their own private novela. Rationally, Lena knew that “something” was, simply put, the best motherfucking public relations company in the world. One that not even the Luthors had enough money or sway to buy. She knew because they had tried. But there was still some air of magic and old-world nostalgia surrounding the very small family, and as much as it killed Lena to admit, she was as susceptible to that trap as the general public.

Even the super-rich are raised on Disney princess movies, after all.

Lena was pulled out of her reverie by Lex openly laughing and chastised herself for becoming so easily distracted at the mere mention of Princess Kara.

“Why, mother, that must have been the biggest compliment I’ve ever seen you pay her. I wasn’t referring to Lena’s dalliances, however”.

“Oh? Weren’t you?” Lilian countered with fake interest. There were more noises from the expensive porcelain set before he answered.

“Ok maybe I was a little bit,” he said bashfully, in a tone betraying just a sliver of vulnerability, like a little kid being caught with the cookie jar. A tone that Lena as a child used to think it was just for her. “But regardless,” he continued, “putting Lena in her room is simply too close. Even for whatever torture you have planned for her-“

“And here was I thinking I had made pretty obvious that sharing a room was part of her punishment,” Lilian interrupted.

Oh.

Oh, what the flying fuck?

Lena was being forced into a sharing a bedroom? Oh, that shit was low, so low. Even for Lilian.

“It is simply too close, mother” Lex repeated incisively, before Lena could focus into her seething rage any further. “She is to be there simply to observe and report, nothing else. Engaging directly with Kryptonian royalty is a risk we can’t afford to take, not with Lena of all people at the helm of the matter.”

Well, thanks for the vote of confidence, Lex.

“Well I beg to differ, darling. With the level of security and scrutiny that room is subjected to, there will be absolutely nothing Lena will get past us this time.”

“And therein lies the risk, mother. The KSS simply cannot be allowed this close to Lena. It is bad enough to need a background check to just enter the grounds of the damn school.”

“I admit the KSS might be a bit of an… overkill to our problem-”

“To your problem. I could not care less what Lena gets herself into, and especially not in such an easily bribable school.”

Lena heard Lilian open her mouth as to reply, but what followed were a few seconds of silence.

“Oh, Lex. Don’t tell me this is about you trying to protect her?” she finally said.

There was a muted silence, and Lena tried to keep her heart in a normal rhythm. Lex hadn’t really given much of a fuck about her for a few years now, there was no use getting her hopes up that he had ever been the brother he acted like when they were kids.

“Yes,” he answered more curtly than he usually was with his mother. Lilian must have had a similar expression of utter disbelief as Lena, because Lex felt the need to continue. “There are… details of this that you are not aware of, mother, no matter how much you believe to have bribed that man. But a private jet, of all places, is not the right setting for this discussion, yes?”

There were more clinks that sounded way rougher than their expensive 17th century porcelain should be handled like, and Lena was suddenly reminded of her brother’s secret (and completely pathetic, considering the family’s business) fear of planes. She wished she could say her heart didn’t feel a bit tighter with that knowledge resurfacing in her brain, but Lena was quite pathetic herself. Especially when she came to Lex.

Her brother’s expression must have put an end to the discussion, because Lena waited completely still for a long time but there had been no more words from either of them. But that suited her just the same. Deciding to give her fury towards Lillian proper attention on a later time, she decided to focus on the major bits of information she was able to acquire. Whatever it was this family had been planning to put her through this time, at least now she had an inkling of what it was. And a name. And with that name came a lead, and the very rare possibility of actually preparing herself psychologically to one of Lilian’s sadistic decisions over her life. Lena checked the time on her phone and found out she had roughly three hours for that. Four, if she counted the car ride between the private airstrip and the school.

She would need to google the shit out of Kara Zor-El.

#supergirl #supercorp #lena luthor #doesnt feel exactly right to tag kara just yet lol #fic #my writting

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meltdownwillbeawesomethisweekend · 4 years

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Lex on twitter has been on a fucking high horse for months now. First they got mad at Mia for tweeting to vote in November bc "both candidates are bad". What? We still need to vote Trump out tho. Then they made a whole thread about how it's "funny" how Mia and Darren were papped at a BLM protest after being "called out" and made comments about Mia wearing a TSG shirt although not sure how that's even relevant lol. But they are a woke warrior and finally "chose friends over a celebrity" 😂.

I have trouble knowing how to answer cause I don’t want to hurt anyone and losing your friends is horribly hurtful.

What I know is that I blocked that girl a LONG time ago cause I want back and unblocked a few and I didn’t go far enough to find her.

Both bad candidates ... One is a dangerous psychopath handling a pandemic by telling people to drink bleach ... so ... uhm yeah I’d say for the good of the world ... vote him out. I may be french, but the US president has consequences for us too ...

Now I’m gonna tell you how I felt when I saw those tweets, I saw a performance. I saw people putting on a show, I didn’t see an ounce of honesty here. They were performing a piece ... “Chosing friends over celebrity” on paper well, but in reality a real friend would never put you in any situation of chosing (wether other friends or D). I know my friends in the fandom and IF they unfollowed D for whatever reason they would never implicate me in it, maybe they’d explain why and say I’ll take a step back and don’t want to know about him, but we can still talk that way, but we would still be friends. IF something awful happened irl, I also know my friends wouldn’t force me on anything, and let make my own choice over what happened between people. This is friendship.

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queenofthedramedies · 7 years

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Welcome to Big Brother TVD Edition: Ch. 66

Hello, my lovely readers. Can you believe it: There is only one more chapter of this fic which will be posted either Sat., Sept. 16 or Mon., Sept. 18. On with the show…

Chapter 66: I Can't Believe It's You

"Who do you think got thrown out this time?" Sage asked Lexi. They were sitting in the living room and watching Stefan struggle. Due to boredom—in their post-Silas lives—the two vampires had decided to tie Stefan to the coffee table to see how long it would take him to get free. Of course, dosing him with vervain and hiding his bunny blood helped make it harder on him.

"Hey, Lex, be a pal and get this thing off of me!" Stefan pleaded. "Please!"

"Hey, no one asked you to roll over, Stef," Lexi replied with a smirk. She loved Stefan, whole-heatedly, but this was too much fun to resist. And he looked like a turtle since he rolled over and had to crawl around with the table on his back. Although watching him struggle on top of the table had been fun, too.

Stefan groaned and crawled toward the kitchen as Katherine came out with a bowl of popcorn. "Oh, my God, Stefan!" She started to laugh until Stefan scurried into the kitchen. "Okay, girls, who's coming in tonight?"

"Anyone but Damon," Alaric told them as he came into the living room with Jenna. The female vampire had a Bloody Mary in one hand and a textbook in the other.

"Klaus," Bonnie told them as she stepped out of a closet and adjusted her shirt.

Kol came out of the closet with a huge smile. "It would be lovely to see the downfall of my dear brother, but, alas, I believe that it will be Rebekah."

"Why Rebekah?" Elijah called as he entered the living room with a pissed off looking Stefan. "And can you, please, refrain from tying fellow houseguests to furniture. We have so little now."

"Tell that to Jeremy," Sage scoffed. "He's still trying to free himself from the ropes—in the boxing ring—that I tied him up in this morning."

"Truly?" Kol let out a laugh before speeding off to torment Jeremy. Alaric groaned and sped off after the Original vampire.

"I should go make sure no one dies," Bonnie said, leaving the room at human speed while Jenna fell into step with her, her eyes never leaving her book.

The doorbell rang and Katherine grinned. "Let's see who the newest victim is," she strutted over to the door before jerking it open. "Damn. And I was hoping for someone interesting." Rolling her eyes, Katherine walked away from the front door.

Matt walked into the Jury House and grinned at the others. "Hey!" he cried.

Stefan was the only person who looked happy to see Matt. "Matt, hey, man!" The vampire walked over and hugged Matt, patting him on the back. "Who sent you to jury? Damon?"

"Nope. Caroline was HoH and Rebekah voted against me. Klaus voted for Damon. So, we had a tie and Caroline broke it and sent me here," Matt explained.

Katherine sat up on the couch. "Now, I'm impressed. Good to see Caroline really diving into being a cut-throat vampire. I knew there was a reason I liked her."

Matt rolled his eyes. "How have things been going around here?" The words came out of his mouth at the same time that a loud scream echoed through the house and Kol came flying down the stairs, head first.

"Bloody hell, Saltzman, you will pay for that!" Kol roared and disappeared back up the stairs.

"Like that," Stefan said, rocking on his heels. "I would give you the grand tour but you might die because of the usual in-fighting."

"Want a drink?" Sage asked Matt.

Matt nodded. "Sure. Thanks."

"Make it yourself, Finn-killer!" Sage snapped before hooking arms with Lexi and walking into the kitchen.

"And they're friends now?" Matt watched the kitchen door fly shut.

"Yeah." Stefan shook his head. "Which is pretty scary stuff."

"I wonder who won the next HoH is," Elijah said, his eyes on the ceiling and then he looked at Matt. "You might want to move a few feet to the right."

"Why?" Matt replied, his eyes moving to the ceiling.

A loud roar sounded and then Stefan shoved Matt out of the way while the ceiling collapsed and Kol, Alaric and Jenna fell through. Jenna still had ahold of her textbook but looked pissed off as she dusted off plaster from her hair.

"Is everyone alright?" Liz called down to them from the hole. "I heard a fight up here and went to investigate. I really, really wish I had my gun." Liz looked at the people downstairs before spotting Matt. "Oh, hi, Matt! When did you get here?"

"Hi, Sherriff Forbes! I just came in," Matt called back, waving as Stefan shoved him aside and went to help Alaric at the same time that Kol tried to stake him.

"I'm going to kill you!" Kol thundered, brandishing a piece of a splintered baseball bat at Alaric.

"That won't kill him," Katherine called, waving a lazy leg in the air and yawning.

"No. But it will hurt!" Kol snarled.

"Kol, leave Ric alone!" Bonnie shouted from the hole upstairs.

"Make me!" Kol yelled at her.

Bonnie growled and Kol fell onto his back, clutching his head and screaming in pain. "I didn't mean it!"

"I hate this house," Jeremy groaned. He staggered down the stairs, with angry red lines from the boxing ropes decorating his arms and legs.

"Jer, what happened to you?" Matt called to his friend.

"Them," Jeremy said at the same time that Sage and Lexi came into the living room with a tray full of mimosas.

"Thanks," Katherine muttered, grabbing a champagne glass. "What are we celebrating?"

"The odds that either Damon or Klaus will be the next one to walk through that door," Sage announced. "My money is on Damon, but I want it to be Klaus. The traitorous bastard."

"Who are you calling 'traitorous!'" Kol snarled, recovering and snatching a champagne glass off the tray. "It's that wanker, Finn, who tried to get the whole lot of us killed not that long ago."

"He's changed," Sage snapped.

"Oh, really, I bet he's plotting against the family as we speak." Kol grabbed another drink and walked away.

The doorbell rang again and Kol sped over to it. "I'll get it!" he called to everyone while opening the door. "NO!" he shouted and slammed the door shut again.

"Is that anyway to treat your brother?" Klaus' voice called from the other side of the door.

Katherine let out a shout of joy. "Yes! Yes! YES! He didn't win! Ha!"

"Run, Katerina!" Elijah advised when the front door splintered and Klaus sped into the living room.

Katherine began to choke as Klaus lifted her off the couch with one hand. "I see that my eviction gives you something to celebrate, Katherine, rest assured, I will make it my mission to make the rest of your stay in this house miserable."

"Klaus!" Stefan shouted. "Come on. Let's take a tour of the house and you can torture Katherine later."

"I agree with Mr. Salvatore. Leave the pleasure of torturing Katherine for another time, brother." Elijah watched Klaus warily until Klaus smirked and dropped Katherine to the floor.

Katherine clutched at her throat, gasping for air and glowering at Klaus' back as the hybrid followed Stefan up the stairs. "I'm going to kill him before this game is over," she hissed.

"You can't kill Klaus," Kol reminded Katherine. "But you can devise ways to slowly drive him insane. Would you like to join forces and see what kind of damage we can do, darling?"

"You're on," Katherine replied.

BBTVD

"Let the games begin," Kol whispered deviously as he walked into the dining room on the first night of Klaus' eviction.

"How are you enjoying your stay, brother?" Kol asked Klaus, who sat at the head of the table.

"I've had much more pleasure staying in a house filled with rotting corpses. At least they do not pester me with inane questions." Klaus smirked at Kol who smirked back.

"Did you ever settle on a room to stay in tonight?" Kol asked innocently.

Klaus nodded. "Yes."

"Wonderful." Kol looked at Katherine who rolled her eyes.

"I have a letter from back home addressed to… Niklaus Mikaelson," Katherine cried, pulling out a folded envelope from the back pocket of her jeans.

Klaus sneered and snatched the envelope from Katherine's hand. "Did you read my mail?" he demanded, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Duh! It's not like there's much to do around here. And being a producer of a failing reality TV show is not all fun and games. Sometimes they actually expect me to come up with game ideas. And what do they do: They tell me my ideas will 'endanger' the lives of the contestants. Come on! That's what reality TV is all about. Survivor's going to get someone eaten alive one day. The Bachelor. One of these days their screening is going to fail and they're going to find a stalker-serial killer—like Rebekah—to compete who will take the bachelor off to an abandoned shack and…"

"What is the meaning of this?!" Klaus shouted, shooting to his feet and growling, his fangs on display.

"I wish I had my gun," Liz grumbled.

Matt got up and quietly left the room.

Stefan, Elijah, Sage, Lexi, Jeremy, Bonnie, Kol, Jenna and Alaric waited to see what Klaus would do next.

Picking up the letter, he waved it in a calm, Katherine's face. "What is this lie?" Klaus seethed at her.

"Looks like you've been a busy boy," Katherine replied.

Klaus growled in reply.

"What is the matter, brother," Kol taunted Klaus.

"What's going on?" Bonnie asked Klaus, looking from Klaus to Kol. "What's in the letter?"

"Nothing," Katherine jumped in, grinning. "Other than the tiny matter of Klaus being the father of another baby."

"Shut your lying mouth, Katherine!" Klaus bellowed, grabbing Katherine and slamming her into the wall behind him.

"Father?" Liz looked at Klaus. "Did you cheat of my daughter? I'm going to make a gun to shoot you with." Getting up, the sheriff went in search of items to make a gun with.

"Niklaus, what is the meaning of this?" Elijah said. He calmly stood up and picked the letter up from the table top where Klaus had left it. His eyes scanned the letter, brows furrowing. "Is this true?" His eyes moved to Katherine who smirked at him. "You are our only connection to the outside world—as a producer of this show."

"And TV producers are a great source of information," Alaric cried, falling back in his seat.

Jenna shook her head. "Can everyone be quiet? I'm still trying to understand how teenagers' behavior is connected to video games."

"Good luck with that," Katherine said, shaking her head. "Back to what's really important: Klaus being a huge slut, baby-making-machine."

"I am not the father!" Klaus thundered, trying to rip Katherine's head off when Kol came over and shoved a piece of wood between Klaus' ribs.

Klaus growled, his gaze falling on Kol who smirked at him before twisting the piece of wood closer to his brother's heart. "Kol, do you want me to dagger you, again?"

"No, brother, I want you to let go of the doppleganger so we can talk about the many off-spring you seem to have a talent for making lately," Kol retorted with a gleam in his eye and a cheerful grin.

"All she wants is money," Elijah told Klaus. "Of course, we cannot allow her to run off with the child. She's our family."

"Who's kid?" Bonnie snapped.

"Nik, here, slept with that wolf girl that helped to make Tyler Lockwolf's life a living hell," Kol told her. "And it seems that he was remiss in using birth control."

"Are you kidding me?" Bonnie yelled at Klaus. "Caroline is going to kill you!"

"Kill me?" Klaus shouted back. "It's not mine!"

"Yes, it is!" Katherine snapped. "See. Here's pictures. She's got his dimples and that crazed I'm-going-to-kill-you-and-every-one-you've-ever-met look in her eye. And, look at that, I think she's a holding a tiny dagger."

"No, that's a paintbrush," Kol said, looking at the pic. "Now, we know she's Nik's."

"I loathe the very sight of all of you," Klaus snarled. "I'm going to bed."

Klaus stomped out of the room while Katherine and Kol high-fived. "This is going to be the greatest game ever," Katherine sighed, picking up a glass of wine and sipping from it. "What are we doing to him tomorrow?"

"You'll have to wait and see, darling," Kol replied.

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Klaus hated every, single second of being in the Jury House. Getting up in the morning, he went to take a shower. In the middle of the shower, he picked up his bottle of shampoo and poured some onto his head before howling in pain. One of the fools had put wolfsbane in it. He rinsed the stuff out and went into his room. Opening his bag—which looked like all the other bags—he found that his clothes had been replaced with Alaric Saltzman's. "Kol?" he shouted.

Kol did not reply and Klaus sped downstairs and into the kitchen where he thought he heard the voice of his idiot brother to find that it was a tape recording of Kol. "Where is the bloody hell are you?" Klaus shouted, scanning the room for Kol.

"You looking for Kol?" Jeremy asked as he came into the room.

"Yes. Have you seen the little fool, so I might show him his intestines?" Klaus snarled.

Jeremy shrugged. "Whatever, man." He walked past Klaus to the counter and picked up the coffee pot like Klaus wasn't glaring a hole into his back. After a moment, Jeremy turned around and nodded at someone behind Klaus. "Hey, Kol."

"Kol," Klaus snarled, turning to find Katherine. "What in the bloody hell?" he cried.

"Oh, shit!" Jeremy cried as Katherine grinned at Klaus. "Klaus, that's not Kol."

"Of course it's not, you fool. Did you take some of the Witch's herbs?" Klaus' eyes flicked to Jeremy who grabbed a butcher knife and moved to Katherine.

Klaus' eyebrows rose as Jeremy tried to stab Katherine. "You're going to die, Silas. One way or the other!" Jeremy shouted, struggling with Katherine.

"Silas?" Klaus choked on the name before he left the room in a hurry. He hated to admit that the ancient warlock made him run as no other did, except for his father.

On his way out of the room, he ran into Kol, who grinned at him. "Heard you bellowing my name but Bonnie and I were up late—so I thought I'd put off whatever unwarranted punishment you had in mind this time."

"Brother!" Klaus grabbed Kol by his shirt collar. "Silas is still alive. We must find a way to rid this house of him or run."

"You run along, Nik. I can handle the likes of Silas on my own," Kol told Klaus before heading into the kitchen.

Pausing, Klaus jumped when a hand came down on his shoulder. "Hey, Klaus. Having a good morning?" Silas asked and Klaus turned to glare at him. "Klaus, why do you have that homicidal glint in your eye?"

"How did you leave the kitchen without my seeing you go?" Klaus demanded.

"'Cause I haven't been in the kitchen yet. I was just offering Sage some money for my bet." Silas said, his eyebrows scrunching together. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I am feeling wonderful, Silas!" Klaus retorted.

"I'm Stefan," Silas replied.

Klaus' eyes narrowed. "And that is what Silas would say."

"Klaus, I am telling you: I am Stefan Salvatore." Silas placed a hand on Klaus' arm and Klaus continued to glare at the imposter.

"You will not get into my mind, again," Klaus snarled before sending Silas flying through the living room wall and into the study, where Elijah had been reading a book.

A scream from the kitchen made Klaus speed into it. "KOL!" Klaus thundered at the sight of Katherine on top of Kol, the white oak stake driven into his brother's chest. "NO! Not again!" Klaus shouted. He ran at Katherine but she disappeared and Caroline stood in her place.

"You wouldn't hurt our baby, would you?" Caroline demanded, patting her middle.

"Silas!" Klaus shouted in rage.

Sitting bolt upright in bed, Klaus panted, looking around the room and growling. He loathed being on Big Brother. The idea that millions of fans and enemies could see him awakening from a nightmare—in a state of vulnerability—made his stomach turn.

The sound of his shower turning off made Klaus look up and then his eyebrows rose as Elena Gilbert came out of his bathroom in a towel. "Hey, you don't think Caroline's going to mind our hooking up while she's gone?" she asked him.

"Katherine," Klaus snarled.

"I don't know why he's always so grumpy in the morning," Matt Donavon's voice sounded from Klaus' right and Klaus turned to see Matt blinking his blue eyes at him. "Good morning. Sleep well?" Matt cooed and Klaus looked under the sheets before letting out a bellow of disgust.

"Mornin,' Nik," Kol said as Klaus fell out of bed and scrambled away.

Katherine stood in the doorway, a huge grin on her face. "That was fun," she said before speeding out of the room.

"You were in my head?" Klaus demanded.

Kol nodded. "Yup. Although my death by Silas was all Katherine. You really shouldn't sleep so heavily brother." Standing up, Kol grinned and headed to the door. "By the way, I hear your wife is going to be joining us. Or was it Bekah. Perhaps Damon. I know where my money lies."

"Hey, Klaus, I need your bet," Sage called from the doorway. She stood with a clipboard in hand. "Most of the votes are with Damon. Oh, how little faith they have in him and how much money I'm going to make off of all of you." Laughing, she walked away.

"Hey, Klaus, we're about to watch the exit interviews from when I was kicked out and then you were," Matt called from the doorway. "You comin'?"

Klaus looked at Matt and saw an image of the busboy that made his stomach lurch. "I'll be down soon. Do wait for me." Adding a smile which caused the boy to run, Klaus chuckled. Perhaps Klaus could make his time here endurable.

On the way down the stairs, Klaus heard the sound of Julie's voice. "So, Matt, tell me: What happened?"

Matt sighed on screen as Klaus took a seat between Elijah and Kol. "I don't know. I guess that Damon and Caroline probably have a secret alliance or something. I know they're not really friends. And Rebekah… I guess she's doing what she thinks is best for her game."

"Matt, I want to say that it has been a pleasure having you on this season. You might not have had the best social game—where you brought our ratings up with backstabbing and lying to your friends—but I enjoyed your being here."

"Thanks, Julie," Matt replied with a wide grin.

"Now, for the entertaining interview," Katherine said, switching to Klaus.'

"Klaus! Klaus! KLAUS!" fans cheered.

"Welcome, Klaus!" Julie cried, holding out a hand to Klaus. He took it and kissed the back of her hand while Julie grinned.

"Klaus, it seemed like you and Damon had a solid alliance and that you would take this game to the end. You were instrumental in sending so many of the other houseguests home. And you even got married to Caroline, who I hear you had a crush on, prior to entering the house. Do you think love softened you game? Do you think Caroline played you to win her own game? Why did Rebekah choose Damon over you?"

Klaus chuckled. "Julie, I would never have chosen to join this game. In fact, it was a mistake on one my siblings' parts. However, I have enjoyed my time. As you pointed out—my favorite part of this period has been winning the heart of Caroline Forbes who I know loves me. This is not a game. We are not a 'showmance.' Our marriage is very real. Our love. And our child. As to your question: Did love soften me? No. It did not. Not being able to kill my opponents greatly deterred my game. You know that I would choose to decimate the lot and to stand atop their bodies to collect the half a million dollars. And who knows what goes through my sister's mind."

The others in the Jury House gave Klaus looks. Looking back at them; he sneered. "Were you expecting me to say something else?"

"Not really," Alaric replied, rolling his eyes and everyone went back to watching the interview.

"I did not expect to enjoy the company of any of these people. But, I…" Klaus hesitated on-screen and the Klaus in the Jury House got up. "Well, that is the end of the interview. Shall we move on?"

"No, it isn't," Katherine shouted. "Everyone stay seated."

"I have spent my life feeling lonely and unwanted. This summer…I felt like I had made friends with these idiots." Klaus rolled his eyes on-screen. "Edit that portion out or I will force you eat one of your over-priced shoes."

Klaus groaned and tried to leave the room when someone hugged him. "Get off, Stefan."

"He likes us!" Kol cried.

"He does," Jeremy added with a laugh.

Klaus glowered and then tried to run from them when a group of bodies began to embrace him. "No! No! Stop! I'll kill all of you! Get off! Stop! No more hugs! Why?" After a long time, Klaus gave up and allowed the other houseguests to hug him. "If this is being recorded, I'm going to kill the producers."

The doorbell rang and Katherine sped to it. "I'll get it!" she shouted while the rest of the house continued hugging Klaus. "Damn. I lost the bet." Katherine said as Caroline Forbes stepped into the house.

"What did I miss and why is everyone hugging Klaus?" Caroline demanded.

Sage shouted. "I won the bet, pay me, bitches!"

Two-thirds of the house groaned while Caroline looked confused. "Seriously! What did I miss?"

So, now you know who the last person to be evicted was and who is in the finale. Tune in soon to find who will be the winner of BB TVD Edition.

QotD/LL

#Klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #klaroline #sage mikaelson #stefan salvatore #kol mikaelson #katherine pierce #elijah mikaelson #alaric saltzman #jenna sommers #matt donavon #liz forbes #lexi branson #bonnie bennett #tvd fanfiction

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liodensim · 7 years

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OCTOBER EVENT!

OCTOBER EVENT - TO HELL WITH RABIES

Rabies & Nightmares The month of horrible nightmares has arrived once again, and this time the October is scary not only because of the night terrors, but also the most terrifying disease is spreading through Lioden lands - Rabies! The animals are noticeable enough - just kill them all and reduce the infectivity, careful as you might get infected too! Beware of exploring at night, though… the dead do not rest.

Rabies

Rabid Animals can be found in explore, any time of day and in any zone!

Each fight, aside from currency of Blood Beetles, can give you RABIES! It's a very small chance but it's there!

If you contract rabies, your lion will look like this:

There's cons and pros! Your energy won't raise above 80%, you cannot eat, and you might infect other players by PVP! But, you might notice the rabies rage gives you more strength in battles! in order to cure it, you have to buy Devil's Claw in the Halloween shop (it costs just 2 BB and has 4 uses).

The more rabid animals you kill, the more points you will add to the unlock bars! There are 4 tiers, with the last one unlocking a creepy crafting altar! (note: Last year's items are returning! Expect new ones as well!)

Halloween

At night, all the nasty filth comes out. One of the older events is especially scary, but if your karma is high or low enough, you might overcome the hellish creature and get a special reward!

2017: * Bat Shop: There's tons of new decors that will be unveiled within days in item catalogue. This year, we no longer have 5GB decors. New bat shop Applicators this year contain: - Bloodbourne base Applicator - Bloodbourne Markings Applicator - Unholy Markings Applicator

Halloween bundle will as usual contain some new decors from the shop. No new bundle-unique decors this year. Remember you guys have a tier 4 - a place where you craft Shards of Evil into mane applicators. Because you guys voted for a new mane in August this year instead of October, we have nothing new to introduce this time.

Story

We are introducing new Lore! Since we always had demons appearing all over during this time of the year, I decided this could be expanded into a full blown thing. Now, this year isn't as giant as July's branching storyline with choices, however you DO have choices! Because in September two developers moved to new houses almost at once, the timing was just too bad to prepare a giant storyline. You will get that in 2018, and I can assure you there's a few characters and surprises planned! This year, we hope you will enjoy being introduced to the whole situation, doing daily quests and picking sides (don't worry, this year's choice won't affect you next year!). You will meet a Manticore. He will tell you that there's a battle between Heaven and Hell and let you meet either side. Now, be aware, that your choice will be permanent to a degree - you won't be able to switch sides between Angels and Demons, but you will be able to postpone the decision and hang out with the Manticore, or even come back to him if you're done with the either side!

Each of three alignments will open a shop on October 5th (This is because of the move and delays ;0; next year the shops will be open on 1st). Heaven and Hell's story will also expand on October 10th as they need to observe you first before they can trust you further and... they might upgrade your powers if you show your dedication! :O oooo?

Summary: * You will meet a neutral Manticore that will let you pick a side, or not pick a side with preference to do neutral quests until you change your mind. You can also choose to never pick a side at all. * When you choose to side with Heaven or Hell, you will lose access to the Manticore and its shop, unless you buy yourself a way back. * When you choose a side, you will not be accepted in the opposing faction at any time of this year even if you go back to Manticore. * When you side with Angels, you will only battle Demons in explore, and vice versa. That of course does not affect usual explore encounters, including the Halloween ones. * You will gather new currency and reputation for the two factions as you fight their enemies and finish daily quests. * They reward you with Reputation which will make you be able to progress on October 10th as well as unlock FREE REWARDS in the faction's shop! Example - energy, titles, currency (I saw Monkey Teeth in there!) * Each faction uses opposing faction's trinkets as currency. Demons want Nepheline Feathers and Angels want Demonic Scales. * Manticore has no care for the incoming Apocalypse and prefers Blood Beetles in his shop. * Manticore has unique decors in the shop but also Bloodbourne Mane App, older decors and rare non-event items. It will also have a Crunchy Worm for sale (more about it later). * Heaven/Hell have unique decors in the shops as well as special effect items and energy boosts. Angelic and Demonic Mane Bases are in each shop respectively. * Heaven will sell angelic decors / items. Hell will sell demonic decors / items. * Your karma will have a very minor effect when meeting the entities, and as evil lion you still can join Heaven (although Angels won't be too nice to you). If you do that, remember that the daily quests will require you to gain karma (thankfully you can swap that quest :D). And vice versa, of course. * Crunchy Worm upon use will have a big chance to duplicate mother’s looks onto 1 cub from the litter. * Daily Quests will be randomized and rewards as equal as possible no matter which faction you choose (remember you do have upgrade perks after 10th). * You will have an option to swap a quest if you are not pleased with given one. System will pick a different quest from the pool. * On October 10th, if your reputation with chosen faction is great enough, the Novel will continue and grant you a special power usable in Explore that reaps special rewards! Things will get hardcore. * If your reputation is not great enough, the Novel will just inform you that you need to prove yourself via daily quests and story will not trigger further. Use our wiki with more official info! :D (still being updated as we launch though!) If you have more questions this news post list can be edited later! Do not fear - the story will introduce you slower than whole big news post at once! Enjoy the game and you will learn everything! :D Apocalyptic Storyline for 2018 with novel choices will go nicely with 4 Horses of Apocalypse appearing in September 2018, don't you think? :D

Event starts on October 1st 00:00 and ends on October 31st, 11:59 pm. All unused currency is stored on your account and will be accessible next year, just like every event!

OCTOBER SPECIAL

From October 1st until 31st, in Oasis adorable Halloween Costumes decor item will be available to be purchased, granting your lions hilarious and adorable costumes different for every stage and gender!

Thanks!

Thank you everyone who invented and suggested content for October! It is hard to list everyone and find every thread, but let me just make a list of what I can! PM me if you know of anything I missed! Remember that we take suggestions, but they have to be edited often to our needs and mechanics, so things change.

- Bloodbourne Base

- Unholy / Bloodbourne Markings

- Adjusted Rabies Notification

- Bone Bodypaint Decor

I would like to also thank the wiki team for the upcoming content, and various other suggestions that get either lost or links didn't get noted down such as the neutral Manticore, concept was suggested by Lex, and the design/personality created by our art team!

A huge huge thank you to all staff that helped me write the roleplay text, correct the English and tested the event! And obviously the coder for coding it all!

Thank you everyone!

We might do something special for Friday the 13th :O

#lioden-sim #lioden-news #lioden #october #rabies #heaven and hell #halloween

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frasier-crane-style · 7 years

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So now we’re getting into the President Luthor era, and I gotta say, there’s a major plot hole here for me. Now the whole concept is basically the Lex Luthor, Businessman idea taken to the logical extreme--if before, Lex was a rich man with well-hidden evil that maintained good publicity, so Clark couldn’t legally touch him, now he’s that to the ultimate degree. And the comics have some fun with the idea of Clark being at President Luthor’s beck and call...

Although that’s never really been the case? I mean, it wasn’t like Bush Sr. had a red phone that connected to the Fortress of Solitude. Kal-El has helped out various police departments and federal agencies, but of course, he’s done that “I’m here, how can I help?” routine for scientific teams, foreign nations, really anyone who seems trustworthy and knows what to do. The idea that he’s beholden to the President of the United States, even intangibly like Captain America... I don’t know, it seems pretty cynical to make Superman stand for Truth, Justice, and the American Way again (in Lois & Clark, he shortened that annoyingly to “truth and justice”) just when that’s backfiring on him.

Also, it seems like a toss-up that Lex would countenance asking for Superman’s help. Doesn’t he seem a little too hubristic for that?

Anyway, I don’t buy the idea that Superman doesn’t lift a finger to stop Lex from being elected, besides writing some mean articles at the Daily Planet. I know, I know, the point of the storyline is that Superman can’t just swoop in and kill or kidnap or assault Lex because now he’s the President--not that he could do that before, or would do that. But Superman is a beloved public figure. He can’t just say “hey, press conference, I know I can’t prove any of this in a court of law, but Lex is into some seriously shady shit. Don’t vote for him”? I know Superman wouldn’t want to use his celebrity to get embroiled in politics for something like, say, Romney running against Obama, but to keep Lex Luthor out of the White House? The man couldn’t take an hour to go on CNN and say “remember that time Lex blew up Metropolis and blamed it on a clone? Seems a little hinky, right?”

And, very recently--given Marvel time, probably within the year--we’ve had Lex leading the Injustice Gang against the Justice League, so that’s all of them too going hey, Luthor’s a piece of shit. Like Wonder Woman, who since her post-Crisis reboot has been a beloved public figure and political activist. You can’t even say that it would be ‘just’ Superman--all of them, from Plastic Man to Green Lantern, know that Luthor went after them twice.

And this isn’t Marvel, either, where the public is looking for any excuse to believe that Captain America murdered someone and now must be hunted down like a dog. The DC heroes enjoy near-universal approval. They’re public figures who, even apart from superpowers, are really a kind of celebrity unseen in our world. Imagine if, say, Patrick Stewart and J.K. Rowling were just as famous and charismatic as ever, but also spent most of their time as supercops and mega-firefighters? These figures would be like the Pope, the guy who killed bin Laden, and Johnny Depp pre-sleaze rolled into one. I can’t imagine, speaking together, they couldn’t render Luthor unelectable, especially as a third-party candidate.

#superman #lex luthor

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onemilliongoldstars · 8 years

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the future is female

anon: the marches this weekend have made me so emotional!! can you write a fic about lexa and clarke meeting at the women’s march ??

tw: language, misogyny, tiny bit of violence

ao3

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“Jesus Griffin, watch your sign!”

“Sorry, god, don’t push me Reyes!”

“It’s not fault, Octavia stepped on my foot.”

“Hey!” Octavia whips around to glare at them, her sign swinging dangerously in her hands and several people let out a yelp, ducking out of the way. Octavia grimaces, holds a hand up in apology and falls back into step with the streaming crowds.

“Just be careful where you’re waving that thing O, you’ll take someone’s eye out and this is meant to be a peaceful protest. We don’t want anyone in the emergency room,” Raven nudges at her shoulder.

“Plus we didn’t fly all the way here from New York just so I could spend even more time in a hospital, this is supposed to be my day off.” Clarke pushes her hair over her shoulder, tugging at the tangles and pulls her hat more securely onto her head. In the distance they can hear music from somewhere over the sounds of women laughing and chanting and Clarke feels excitement spark inside her at the sound.

A mother goes past, carrying her tiny daughter on her shoulders in a shirt that reads the future is female in vibrant pink and Clarke returns her eager wave.

“Where are your friends again Raven?” She hauls her sign up a little further, “god, I’m glad I let you design this. Are you sure the lab won’t miss the carbon fibre poles?”

“This is more important than the lab,” Raven shrugs, staring down at her phone and Octavia pulls a face at them over her shoulder.

“Weren’t you building robots?”

“Listen, right now I’m more concerned with making sure there’s a future in which we can use the robots, okay?” Raven finally drags her eyes up, her jaw set grimly.

“Okay, okay.” Octavia laughs, “what does Anya say?”

Raven’s cheeks heat and she shoves her phone in her pocket, “She’s found Lincoln and Monty at the corner of 36th and Broad Street. It’s only a few minutes up there.”

They move with the crowd, easing their way through the streets until Octavia spots her boyfriend’s hulking figure looking vaguely ridiculous with a pointed pink hat on his head and pushes her way towards him until she can throw her arms around his neck and kiss him soundly. Clarke and Raven follow her, apologising in her wake, and Clarke finally spies Anya’s lanky figure lounging a little too casually against a lamp post. She’s wearing a shirt with my pussy is bigger than yours written on it, a bomber jacket thrown over it and her hat is crooked on her head. Monty is standing a few steps away from her, looking slightly out of place but smiling nervously, holding a sign that says THIS WOULD NEVER HAPPEN AT HOGWARTS and Clarke goes to give him a quick hug as Octavia untangles herself from Lincoln. Her boyfriend is wearing a shirt he clearly got from work, pink with white letters reading I support planned parenthood and Octavia’s lipstick has left an equally pink mark on his cheek.

Anya raises her chin in a short nod, “Nice of you guys to show.”

“Do you know how long it took to get from the airport?” Raven shoots back and Clark exchanges an exasperated look with Octavia when Anya’s lips quirk into a smirk.

“Did you guys see Melissa Benoist?” Monty asks, before the pair can fall into their usual flirty squabbling. “Apparently she’s around here somewhere?”

“Really?” Raven’s eyes widen, momentarily distracted from Anya.

“Anya wasn’t your friend supposed to be joining us?” Clarke peers around Monty and Raven to eye the girl curiously.

“She’s been held up at work, but she’ll meet us soon.” Anya shrugs, her eyes on Raven and Clarke rolls her eyes.

“Okay, if we’re waiting I’m going to grab some food before we start marching.” She hands off her sign to Octavia, who offers:

“I think there was a hotdog cart over there?”

“I’ll bring a few back.” Clark promises and turns, disappearing down a slightly quieter side street. The hotdog cart from earlier has disappeared, but she shrugs and keeps walking. The back streets are filled with normal civilians, although she sees a few women sporting the familiar pink and carrying signs as they search for sustenance. She receives a few nasty glances and meets them with a cutting stare. Her blood is boiling with righteous fury, whipped into a flurry, and she dares someone to approach her, eager for an argument.

Her phone buzzes in her pocket, a request from Raven for something vegetarian for Anya and she’s so distracted by it that Clarke walks straight into something soft and warm. Her phone goes spinning out of her hands and she is propelled backwards, barely keeping her footing. It takes her a moment to regain her bearings, finding her feet as the woman she barged into begins to apologise.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking.”

Clarke finds her partner in crime bending to collect her phone from the floor and straightens her hat as the woman rises and she is met with piercing green eyes, dark hair falling from a once elegant updo to frame her face. She is caught for a moment, struck by how attractive the stranger is in her dark coat as a flash of familiarity shoots through her.

“Here,” The stranger blushes, tucking her hair behind her ear as she hands back the phone. “It’s okay I think, I’m sorry again.”

“No it’s… it’s okay,” Clarke is still staring at her, “Do I… know you?”

The woman hesitates, looking at her cautiously for a moment before asking carefully. “Do you watch a lot of news?”

“You’re Representative Lexa Woods!” Clarke almost slaps herself for not recognising the young politician earlier. “The youngest woman elected to the House!”

“Yes,” Lexa visibly straightens, though Clarke can tell that she is still flustered, her cheeks pink. “I’m not normally recognised in the street.”

“I was interested in your campaign,” Clarke explains vaguely, unwilling to admit that she and Raven had once agreed at the bottom of a bottle of vodka that Lexa would be on their celebratory free pass list. “Are you not at the march?”

“I’ve just left the office actually, I’m meeting a friend.”

Clarke’s brows tighten at the words and she feels her belly coil with annoyance, “So you’re not even going? That’s just typical!”

“What?” Lexa frowns, holding her hands out as if to ask for peace, “No I just have to-”

“You politicians are all the same,” Clarke riles, her fists clenching into balls in her pockets, “You’re just out to protect yourselves and your own image, you can’t seem too radical one way or another. I bet you were at the inauguration yesterday?”

“Well-” Lexa fumbles with her words, “Yes, I was but-”

“So you can make time for that but not for the march?” Clarke snaps, “Whole lot of good you are, you’re supposed to be a women’s candidate,” She shakes her head, glowering, “Well it’s okay, we can stick up for ourselves, we don’t need you.”

With that she marches around Lexa, not sparing her a cursory glance, and leaves the Representative spluttering in her dust.

---

Clarke is thoroughly lost. The crowd seems as if it’s grown since she went for hotdogs and her frantic texts to Raven are proving totally fruitless. Everywhere she turns are towering placards and pink hats and their corner has been abandoned, leaving her stranded and cursing when Octavia doesn’t pick up her phone. She’s about to try Lincoln, always the more reliable of the pair, when a commotion ahead of her catches her attention.

A few paces away two men are harassing a pair of protestors, yelling at them. One can’t be older than thirteen and his friend has her arm out, pushing him behind her as she yells back. The men are clearly drunk, swaying and their words slurred and one stumbles dangerously close to the girl, forcing her to stagger a few paces away. Clarke feels rage bubble in her stomach and takes a few steps closer.

“Hey!” The guys turn, distracted and confused by her and she steps between the protestors and the men, glowering furiously. “Leave them alone.”

“Fucking feminazi,” The first man rolls his eyes, sneering at her and the word feels like a physical blow to her skin, stinging.

“Don’t use that word asshole.”

“Get out of here if you’re not protesting!” The girl beside Clarke steps up until their shoulder to shoulder.

“Why are you fucking protesting?” The second man can barely stand upright and they’re beginning to attract the attention of other concerned protestors, glancing back at them anxiously. “President Trump won the vote, that’s democracy you stupid bitches.”

“Protesting is a fundamental right shit head, it’s in the fucking constitution,” Clarke spits, her hands balling at her sides.

“Yeah but it’s not going to change anything, this is going to be the best eight years for America.” The second guy smiles nastily and Clarke scoffs.

“Yeah, you’ll be lucky to have one year. Your precious POTUS isn’t cut out for the job idiots, he’ll quit or be impeached.”

“What do you know, cunt?” The first guy takes a menacing step forward and Clarke’s patience snaps.

“What did you just call me?” She’s readying to square up and punch the guy when a hand on her arm draws her back, tugging her away and she spins to see familiar green eyes and dark hair.

“Hey, hi, calm down here okay?” Lexa Woods is calm and collected, one hand on Clarke’s arm and one holding a tray with two take out coffee cups in it, and Clarke wants to rip herself out of her grasp.

“Let go of me so I can rip this guy a new one-”

“You should listen to your friend little girl,” The guy laughs, taunting them, “Get back to the kitchen where you both belong- when you’re not sucking my dick that is.”

Clarke feels Lexa go very stiff next to her, stilling and she is alarmed to see the stoic, terrifying fury painted into every line of Lexa’s face when she turns to look at her.

“Lex-”

Before she’s even able to say her name Lexa has stepped forward and swung her arm in a neat, smooth punch that collides harshly with the first guy’s jaw and sends him reeling. His friend’s eyes bulged at the sight and he staggered forward to push Lexa, catching her by the shoulder and jostling her a few paces back. The first guy curses loudly, spitting blood onto the sidewalk.

“Fuck! You bitch!” He staggers up and Lexa barely manages to dodge when he tries to grab her. His friend has more luck and his fist collides with her eye, sending her staggering. Clarke barely manages to catch her before she falls, her arms wrapping around her waist and she’s struggling to hold up a groaning Lexa when a familiar voice comes from behind her.

“Hey, what’s going on here?”

The guys hesitate at the sight of Lincoln’s hulking figure and Anya’s vicious snarl and Raven rushes to help Clarke keep Lexa upright, glaring at them.

“There are some cops right over there,” She’s barely finished speaking before the guys turn tail and scamper away.

Lexa finds her feet at last, staggering out of Clarke’s arms, one hand still pressed to her eye and Clarke is finally able to take in her appearance. Her coffee had spilled all over the front of her shirt in her tussle. The oversized shirt is worn over a soft grey hoodie, with the words if you’re not angry you’re not paying attention printed on it, and what Clarke had thought was a neat updo is actually a long braid down her back. She is still pressing her hand over one eye, but she struggles to stare out at Clarke anxiously.

“Are you okay? And you guys?” She turns to peer at the kids.

The girl nods, putting a hand on her friend’s shoulder, “Yeah, thank you so much. I think we should find my mom though.”

“You should,” Lexa’s words are a little muffled by her hand, but she is sincere despite it. “Stay safe!” She calls after them, “have a good march!”

Lexa’s eyes spin back to Clarke and the people now gathering around her and, to Clarke’s surprise, she breaks out into a smile. Anya’s arm is around her, surprisingly tender, and Lexa leans into Anya’s touch.

“Hey, you guys found me again.”

“Yeah, well you caused enough of a fuss,” Anya rolls her eyes, but draws Lexa’s hand away to look at her face carefully. “Shit, Lex you’re going to have a shiner.”

“Oh,” Lexa frowns, cringing at the pain the expression clearly causes her. “Damn, that is not going to go down well at work.”

“Screw work,” Anya fusses over her, unlike anything Clarke has seen her do before, but then draws back, frowning and punches at Lexa’s shoulder. “You idiot Lex.”

“Ow!” Lexa rubs at her arm. “What was that for?”

“I thought you were out of getting into fights by now,” Anya gripes and Clarke meets Lexa’s gaze with a slowly dawning realisation, her eyes widening and her cheeks darkening with shame and humiliation.

“You’re Anya’s friend, the one who was held up at work.” She says, uselessly.

“Yeah, Clarke this is Lexa.” Anya gestures between them.

Clarke opens her mouth to respond, but Lexa speaks abruptly over her.

“Hi Clarke, it’s nice to meet you,” She holds out a hand that Clarke stares at for a beat too long before taking it and shaking once, “Sorry I was late,” Lexa smiles sheepishly, “I was stuck in a meeting and then wanted to get everyone coffee to apologise.” Her eyes cut to the trampled coffee cups on the floor and her stained shirt, “That, uh, was supposed to be yours.”

“Thank you,” Clarke can feel her cheeks heating, “that’s so nice of you. And thanks for stepping in there.”

“I didn’t do much good really,” Lexa gives a soft, awkward laugh and rubs at the back of her neck. “But it’s not a problem.”

“Come on,” Anya presses a placard into Lexa’s hands, nudging her head, “Let’s march, I want to get to the White House and see if I can throw my sign over the fence.”

The pair fall awkwardly into step together, their silence unnoticed as the others stream around them, chattering excitedly. Clarke accepts her sign when Raven hands it back, eyes darting up to Lexa’s and she can’t help her smile when she reads to neatly printed words History Has It’s Eyes on You.

“Are you a Hamilton fan?” The words leave her mouth before she can stop them and she curses herself, wishing they were back to uncomfortable silence when Lexa flushes, glancing at her uncertainly.

“Yes,” Lexa admits quietly, “Yeah, I love it.”

“Me too,” Clarke keeps her eyes firmly fixed in front of her and she feels Lexa’s gaze run over her and then her sign- Carrie’s eyes staring out and a woman’s place is in the revolution below them. “I’m a Star Wars fan too,” She explains, before Lexa can ask.

“I love that,” Lexa answers, her eyes darting down from the placard as her cheeks heat even further. “I mean… the sign not… I love the sign.”

“Thank you,” The grin playing on her lips is hard to disguise and they walk for another few moments in silence before Clarke finally gathers the courage to continue, “I’m really sorry about earlier.”

“It’s okay,” Lexa is smiling softly, “You didn’t know.”

“I shouldn’t have assumed,” Clarke counters.

“It was a fair assumption,” Heaving her placard more comfortably into her arms, Lexa turns to look at her. “I’m glad that you called me out when you thought I wasn’t doing what I should. We’re going to need to start calling people out more often nowadays.”

“You’re… welcome?” Clarke offers at last, lamely and then continues in a desperate attempt to salvage the comment. “Again… thank you for coming to look after me as well, I mean I probably could have handled them… you’re kind of a beansprout, but even so.”

Lexa’s eyes widen at the word, blinking at her in surprise and Clarke is abruptly worried that she’ll be angry, but the girl bursts into laughter, shaking her head.

“A beansprout,” She echoes, “Oh my god, never tell Anya that, I won’t hear the end of it.”

Clarke grins, shaking her head, “I won’t, Scout’s honour.”

Lexa levels her with a sceptical expression. “Were you a Scout?”

“No,” Clarke admits, her grin growing, “But I respect their honour code. Anyway, thank you for helping me out back there even when I was rude to you.”

“It’s okay,” Lexa shakes her head, “But you have to tell me… how did you actually know who I was? No one follows local politics that closely.”

Clarke flushes, considering her options. She takes in the flush on Lexa’s cheek, the nervous way she keeps tucked her hair behind her ears and the sparkle in her eyes and finally says, before she can talk herself out of it. “I might have had a celebrity crush on you.”

Lexa lets out a snort of laughter so loud the woman next to her turns around in surprise, “A celebrity crush? You’re serious? Anya didn’t put you up to this?”

“Nope,” Clarke giggles, hitching her sign further into her arms as she feels a flurry of butterflies in her stomach. “I even put you on my free pass list, you should be honoured.”

“I am,” Lexa assures her, quickly and Clarke smiles at her for a second before she says, at last.

“I liked your policies too.”

“Really?” Lexa’s face brightens like a child on Christmas. “I’m so glad, they’re all so important to me. I just think you can’t ignore this sort of stuff you know? The second you turn away things start happening and it’s the responsibility of anyone who can to stand up for what they believe in because so many people can’t-” Lexa cuts herself off with a start, eyes wide as she flushed furiously. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to...”

“No,” Clarke is smiling so widely that her cheeks hurt, “no I like that you’re so passionate.”

“Thanks,” Lexa rubs at the back of her neck uncertainly, casting her a nervous glance from beneath her lashes. “I don’t want to come across as overbearing I just... I care very much about these things. Standing up for your rights and freedoms, it’s so important.”

“You can tell,” At Lexa’s quizzical glance, she explains, “You light up when you talk about them.”

“Oh,” Lexa flushes again, adorably bashful, “Well, we’re lucky to have people like you interested in politics Clarke. Protests are an important way to exercise your rights.”

“This is my first one,” She admits, “It’s amazing, I’d like to do it again.”

“I’m sure there will be plenty of opportunities in the next few years,” Lexa is momentarily sombre, but her expression breaks into nervous excitement when she looks back at Clarke. “But maybe when this one is done you’d like to get coffee? With me, on a like… date thing?” She stumbles through her words, flushing and Clarke almost takes pity on her.

“A date?” She clarifies when Lexa finally stops talking, “Like… romantically?”

“I hope so,” Lex gives an anxious laugh and then says, after a second of thought. “It’ll make Mike Pence really mad, if that changes your mind.”

Clarke’s laugh is loud and unladylike, more of a snort, but Lexa just smiles at her hopefully and she feels a curl of something between hope and excitement twine around her heart when she replies. “Yes, I’d really, really like that.” Her hand brushes against the back of Lexa’s as they walk and she can’t help but lace their little fingers briefly, unable to tear her eyes away from Lexa’s.

“Okay,” Lexa smiles softly and squeezes their pinkies gently, “so we’ll take down the patriarchy and then get coffee.”

“Sounds good.”

#tell me what you think in my ask box but this is just meant to be a fun lil thing cause the marches were amazing & i love women who care #clexa #clarke griffin #commander lexa #clexa fanfic

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Your superior sighs bitterly, "Fine, I'll let you splice it out of the paper but THIS is the LAST time I'm warning you." Thank goodness too, today was just not your day. "Thank you Frank, for everything." Frank is about to step out the door in rhetoric disposition when he suddenly stops and faces you once more. "Just remember Gazette, it's a dangerous path you're treading. Truth is often concealed by the shadows of lies; you aren't allowed to be fooled by illusions. This paper is not your personal army, understand?" The implication being: "Don't do it again," you nod seriously in understanding though Frank doesn't seem to particularly care that you have or not and just says, "Alright, carry on." before leaving. Mr. Bask, the recently appointed overseer of your printing office, suddenly comes scuttling in happily. He's a weasely looking guy with scraggly beard who you strongly suspect is in league with the saints, despite being thrown in jail for their crimes (before they burned down your printing office that is). While he was supposed to be 'indicted by the law' he enjoys far too much nicer treatment than what you originally envisioned. You can't prove it of course and since you're no illusionist it's up to you to prove his guilt with conventional methods. While getting him fired would solve all your future problems, unfortunately it's just delaying the problem. As soon as he's fired, he'll go right back to being a happy saint lackey until they get him out again. You need to actually capture him committing a crime or something and you really don't have anytime to spare to be investigating him. The media is already mocking you enough as is. Whisperings of internet 'zealot with a deity complex' are frequently used, not to mention 'libelist' and other such imaginative titles. It's amazing what frank libel can do, though it certainly has less impact when you're targets literally burn down entire towns. Naturally, you can't let it get to you. Even less so now given your goals in ruthlessly eliminating the 'evil-doers' who oppose the government and more often than not; themselves. Ah, the brave new world of M.G.M. Nevertheless, you have a job to do and are more than happy to do it. Though your next move puzzles you still... Among the many things destroyed by the fleeing saints was your office. Mr. Bask's and many others were damaged severely enough to be declared dangerous to occupy, not to mention all your paperwork was lost in the fire at Frank's mansion (Which the government is still going to bill him for, you already have the paperwork prepared). But that's really a minor thing given how much more safer you feel without those criminals walking the streets of Harborbury any longer. The saints are done, but as usual; the main one got away. You can't really do anything about Mr. Dream though; his actions directly led to the unnecessary suffering and deaths of hundreds of people and destruction when it could have easily been avoided. He may have been right about Frank getting out of hand but doing it in such an excessively treasonous manner can't go unpunished by the law even if understandable. You'd be justified in having Mr. Dream executed on sight but if you did; Aaron would most likely never speak to you again and he's much too valuable an ally. However, maneuvering him to a distant barren island out in the middle of void would be an equally painful separation... You think back to when you were actually interested in such things combined with modern technology, the internet. Aaron is one of few dissenters to the changes instituted as of late, more than that he's probably the loudest. Nowadays such activists are either executed or given an a single choice of lifelong punishment to reform them via island prison. The lesser of two evils if you believe in retrospect. Sure it's still very depressing to think about but when has being a patriot ever not been part of the job? The least you can do in your free time is enjoy material things like decadent meals, smokes, and expensive drinks whenever possible. You figure all of that will be much more available for you now that you no longer have Frank to compete with. You smile at the thought of behaving as a "normal person" again as your hover chair makes its descent into Dert. To tell the truth, there's a part of you that's going to miss being Frank. Part of growing old is accepting what you can and cannot do in the future, but playing a professional criminal for however short a time was exhilarating. Yeah, who are you kidding? You were totally badass as Frank! Regardless, you've got to get on with things and you land at Dert's state hospital which has served as your impromptu headquarters these past few weeks while you sorted out Harbouring residents' new compulsory "taxes." The hospital has a good practical location for such things given all the people who will be needing treatment after facing your guns. Not to mention all the builders hired to quickly fixing the town in general. You enter the front entrance to see about your next priority and are waved on through by some of your new guards who have been meaning to get their position "officially" recognized by the law. Approaching the end of the hallway you hear some raised voices coming from around the corner. "Seriously Camid, I already told you it ain't happening. The guns are going and that's that." Gregory says in a louder than usual tone. "Yeah, but they were worthless before! We can get double, maybe even triple what Frank originally paid for them!" Camid angrily responds. "I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT FRANK'S EMPTY POCKETED INEPTNESS! You should have thought about that before you entered into this arrangement! Now the guns are staying and that's final!" By now you're already closer to the door and about to enter so you announce your presence. "Gentlemen, please! There is no need for discord in the midst of our newly fortified utopia." You exclaim in a calm manner while opening the door. Your utopia is an interesting concept to say the least. In any case both Camid and Gregory are already glaring at each other as you enter the room which serves as your office. Camid remains silent while Gregory addresses you. "John, I'm sorry about Camid here. You know how some people just can't let go of the mistakes of the past and I think we're all guilty of a few of those." Gregory offers as way of an apology while Camid makes a few grumbles under his breath before storming out. Gregory follows without another word leaving you to your own devices. You sometimes wonder if you made the wrong decision in letting Gregory continue to run things in his manner. Often times you feel as if he holds too much control. Sure, you cut him into the firearms scheming but it's never enough considering how much he meddles with it. He constantly reminds you of yourself back in your own prime. You couldn't care less what anyone else is selling or bringing in so long as they aren't encroaching on your own personal sales. Camid likely got rolled over as usual...again. In any case, it's not your concern or problem any longer so you turn your attention to more important things. The Klyton Council election is coming up in a few months and while Gerald Skineeyes will win hands down, you've discovered that Helena Kruger has been running a vicious rumour campaign against you to her daughter Jennifer who is running against Gerald. She is going to learn that such blatant lies will not go unpunished. Your lack of respect for Helena has been apparent for quite some time now. The woman is disarmingly beautiful and her daughter Jennifer is no different. Over at least the past few years she has made sure that the three of you have met on a fairly regular basis in between her many attempts to meddle in your business dealings. Her intentions towards you have been apparent for quite some time, but age something like forty and women something like children no matter how pleasing to the eyes so you have always managed to deflect her advances. All that changed last month when she attempted to once again worm her way into your internal affairs by claiming that illegal and untaxed garm trade was running through the Crimson Talon controlled slums or Boots as they are more commonly referred to. You don't even sell such things in there and the drug trade in general has never been a major focus. You only allow it to a degree because you do understand the need for the lowering of inhibitions after a hard week's work and your territory doesn't hinder anyone from making their own choices, but you are not going to let her get away with this blatant attack. Especially not when you really wanted to enter into such activities yourself. In any case, you have already resolved to kill Helena. The question is how and in what manner to do it. It also has to be in a manner that doesn't make her look like one of your bitches. You don't want this to reflect poorly on you or your organization. For starters you could go to the Kruger home and just kill her. This would be the simplest solution, but perhaps the most dangerous. If anyone saw you enter or leave the manor it could cause all sorts of problems. The manor is certainly protected enough against such things though. Cameras monitor all angles outside and inside the home. If someone or something doesn't trigger an opening of the gates or enter by flight they aren't getting in via the front door. Even then it's well guarded by both magic and technology and said " Opening the gates or entering by flight" is not so easy as said. A frontal assault isn't the only dangerous thing about this though, murdering Helena in her home might be damning evidence against you and the entire Crimson Talons organization. It can create a whole slew of conflict. You could attempt to claim self-defense or some other such nonsense, but with her seemingly unimpeachable reputation it just might not work and there's always the chance that something could backfire. Helena's importance in this society isn't lost on you and despite the fact that she has it out for you, monitoring what exactly she has been up to lately and attempting to figure out a better solution is your current course of action. When in doubt always take a wait and see approach. Over the past three months, Helena has also gotten even bolder and her daughter Jennifer actually confronted you at your business center a few weeks ago. Doesn't she have a school to go to or something? "Hello Mr. Reynolds." the girl says as you look up at her face on the security monitor. "Hmm, hello...you're Helena's daughter correct?" "Yes, maybe you should call her and let her know that you'll be stopping by to pick me up today. I've had a hard time getting a hold of her lately...she's not angry with me or anything is she?" "No, of course not, but I'll be arriving to pick you up anyway. Tell me, is she doing ok? Research never was my strong suit, but hers seems particularly complex." You remark as you turn off the security system. The sixteen year old Jennifer makes a little grunt sound at your question and only smiles during your idle chit chat. Those beautiful green eyes look at you and then beyond you as you get closer to the lobby entrance. She's probably wondering why you're just standing here talking to her through the security screen instead of, god forbid, walking up to the door and opening it to greet her properly. "Where is your escort?" You ask, breaking the silence. Traditionally children of important figures are assigned one when they reach a certain age. For instance another family member, a hired guard, or depending on how far the family stretches; a non-family affiliate. The lack of an escort with her might have something to do with Helena's recent distraction. "I don't get one, I can take care of myself!" Jennifer proudly says and comes close to the security screen as if to mock you. As if! You snicker at the thought. The way her nose crinkled and that haughty look on her face, anyway you'll be hearing more about that arrogance later. "So...is mommy busy?" Well the question was and still is a good one. That woman, if she deigned to even acknowledge you, would certainly explain her recent behavior to you. She's been absent minded with her daughter before, but never to this degree; not being available on incredibly important matters. You didn't even think that was possible. In fact there was a time, where it seemed like Helena would be there for her daughter no matter what. Jennifer however has no idea of your inner turmoil, so all she does is shrug as if it isn't a big deal. "Don't know, I haven't been home for like a month and when I try to call her, it just rings and rings. Maybe her experiments are taking up all her time. She doesn't even have time for her job anymore. Last week I got my allowance a full week late..." "Maybe that is the answer...but it still doesn't explain her absence towards her duties. She really should have appointed someone else to act in her place by now." You scold, even though you've not been around much yourself lately and turn away from Jennifer. How long can you really lecture her on her mother's responsibilities before your own irresponsibility is questioned? Jennifer however does not let your rude behavior hinder her own. "Why don't YOU do it uncle?" Jennifer's timid voice pulls you away from your own dark thoughts and you see her grinning at you, she stands right beside you now. You've actually forgotten she was even still here. Not as if you've had much contact with her since that one training session when she sought you out. "Me? Well I don't think your mother would want that. See, the "chosen one" is supposed to be selfless, without ego or vice...stuff like that...I really should get back to..." You start to stammer out an excuse but Jennifer cuts you off. "I'm talking about the family Vargon, the job is currently vacant and you are pretty high on the list for it." The girl says with a laugh. That joke had to be recent, you've never heard her talk like that before and ignore whatever off-color remark you just made, getting back on topic. The family vargon, a highly unofficial position that is still filled nonetheless. The honor basically entails aiding the ones who oversee the eastern province of Talimil'ar on daily matters, both mundane and supernatural. This not only applies to the direct families of Shigar, but to other Varrgoths who for whatever reason don't live with their own families. The position has no real power, but it does give someone a free home and depending on their upkeep; a steady supply of humans for food and companionship. While such a position does interest you mainly for the free room and the possibility of having others to talk to, you can't help but wonder if it wouldn't be better served by a true family member. If things with Helena continue to worsen, she may very well send Jennifer away and there goes your nearby company or is this all some ploy by your sister to get you in her illatiscent clutches again? After all she did imply last time that if you made yourself useful she wouldn't turn you away... If you take the position and it ends up falling through then well at least you gave it a go, but if you take it and Helena makes good on her words of dissallowing you to live in the temple, well then you won't really be any better off then. "So...what's it going to be?" Jennifer asks. You pause a while before answering, which causes Jennifer to frown. You wave her away though and begin your trip back home. The trek is rather uneventful and before long night begins to approach. You shudder thinking about having to spend another night in the wild, possibly hunted this time, but a soft whirring soon erupts behind you and the lights of a vehicle start to shine through the trees up ahead. You don't think it's the authorities since you would have heard sirens. At least you hope to goodness it isn't... You soon arrive at the small clearing where you village was located, but there is no village anymore. In its place is a complete warzone, nothing is left standing. As for the people... You drop to your hands and knees and begin retching upon seeing various body parts strewn about on the ground And half eaten. Only now do you realize that perhaps Helena was right. You really needed to think through your decision more...but it's far too late for that now. In any case, there still may be time to save someone. If the attackers are still in the vicinity they probably aren't too devolved as to not kill quickly. Perhaps you can track whoever did this and put an end to them once and for all...you're going to have sufficient amounts of rage for that task itself... Luckily these terrorists for hire weren't the most prepared when it came to body disposal, you scout about and manage to only find one spot in the forest nearby that continues to have a high amount of cellphone activity. Parked near it is an all too familiar looking large truck. "Figured you weren't too far from the carnage." You say entering the truck. Nicodemus looks surprised for a moment, then a smile appears on his face and he laughs, though judging from his expression it isn't out of humor. "And here I was thinking at least I killed you. But I suppose nothing's perfect." He says diving into his purse and pulling out an old R Users business card and holding it out to you. "Take it, likely far more valuable now than it ever was in the past." On it reads one line in handwriting: You will know him by his many faces and the butterflies that follow him. Heed this warning, and do not continue any further. "I asked....no, I begged you not to pursue this path." Nicodemus says. "It doesn't matter if I did or didn't, you're still here after all." You respond. "...Indeed..." He says with a nod. "I can't stop you, you know where to find me if you ever want your revenge. Just know that I am truly sorry it has to be this way." You're not sure what he means but you continue on nonetheless and search the vehicle, ignoring Nicodemus who is begging you to reconsider. Your next stop is under the seat where you find a single crumpled up post it note and two keys labeled "MiniDV Tape." -- Nicodemus has intentionally or unintentionally left you evidence to possibly find out who was behind all this. You review what you have, a taped confession of some sort and an address. Likely where the terrorists made their plans or whatever headquarters they may have had. You decide to head to this location since it's as good a lead as any, Nicodemus likely doesn't know what kind of adversary he's dealing with so you have some advantages, you just hope it's enough. Wish you had to opportunity for more training but the past has come back to haunt you. The drive to this warehouse is mostly quiet, though the sky occasionally darkens a bit, like the world itself knows what lies ahead... Arriving at the warehouse you pull up to the abandoned building and get out of the car. Even if there are terrorists inside you doubt they're remaining in this building especially given how much damage you caused last time. You doubt if your own people will even be here anymore what with all the attacks going on, this area isn't exactly safe. Striding inside you sniff the air. You smell the odor of recently fired weapons along with another smell. You're certain this is the place, but where is everyone? You pace through the empty office area and get to the main hang out spot. It appears deserted. A single half eaten pizza rots in its box and a soft drink has grown canscale anthills in it. You take the risk and drink the contents anyway, your depleting hunger seems to lessen that foul taste. Maybe you wont die after..... Over the next few hours you search the rest of the warehouse but find no one. Are they hidden in some secret section? Did they pick up and move to a new location? Your stomach gnaws at you, this can't be a good sign. This combined with your fatigue is not helping your state of mind. You're not even sure how long you've been awake since your watch malfunctioned and refuses to work. It wouldn't matter anyway. It's times like this you wish you had a traditional partner, but for whatever reason they've all been cut from the force and sent elsewhere. You had heard that many law enforcement jobs are being cut because of the shrinking economy and decreasing tax revenue. Many have been forced to take on two or three jobs just to make ends meet. No worries though, the media says there are special funds in place to help your type out with food and living expenses... They always have a good reason don't they? Sadly you're completely unaware that your funding was cut much earlier, such distractions don't seem important when surrounded by nearly indestructible eldritch beings. You drive around the city a bit more listening to the particularly grim news and hoping you'll come across some clue or something more to report other than "there were a whole lot of tentacles and nobody saw anything" but luck isn't on your side. The only tentacle you find has obviously been ripped off some statue as you come across a destroyed park. You get out and go search the surrounding streets but nothing turns up. It's like they just vanished into the night. Cities this large are quite accommodating like that, even when half of them have technically been annihilated. Time to report the lack of findings and head home. --- You wake up late in the day, and judging by the light stabilizing outside your window it's well into the afternoon. Your head is throbbing and stomach is making up for its earlier displeasure with intense hunger pangs. In fact all of your previous wounds are crying out in pain and you can only imagine your cracked skull isn't too happy with you either. --- After a long drawn out affair of getting to your feet and making sure everything still works, you begin the task of healing up. As per usual, your magic makes the process much easier and sometimes you almost believe you don't need that superhero protein stuff at all. Well not yet at least. There's still the matter of blood poisoning lurking in the back of your mind. You realize now that it would be better to get bitten by a thousand more vampires than to receive just one bite from an infected going forward. Guess you're going to have to be extra careful when fighting them in the future, which seems pretty pointless at this point given their eventual escape or death at the hands of the GOI's. Popping the last of your energy drink, you start trawling forums and media looking for updates. You're in luck, it seems that the main news station of the city has an actual camera man embedded with the militia occupying the zone. To think, you used to take such convenience for granted, now you'd be happy if you could get more than three broadcasts a week. The zone is in surprisingly good condition considering everything. The Green-Chain Gala really did a number on the bulk of the creatures dwelling underground, and once they were gone the militia had an easier time of mopping up. Still, losses were considerable as about a third of the city had been covered in twisting caverns and alien architecture before being collapsed by explosives. There's nothing new to be seen here you think to yourself as you flick from view to view. That is, until you notice a camera displaying a view of a very familiar building. You had passed it several times during your travels as it currently was the closest establishment to the underground tunnels. The Icon Bar and Hostel You call up the headline attached to the footage "Guard slain in Werewolf attack" You can't believe it. Your guard from last night, the one who spared your life, was slain last night. The news footage wasn't very specific in identifying the victim, but a prominently placed Badge helps confirm your fears all the same. Your speechless for a few moments as you come to grips with yet another person snuffed out just beside you. Hell, if the man hadn't invited you in out of kindness last night, that very blade that took his life may have very well snuck into your own back as well. Your mind begins to wander as you do not want to ponder your recent string of tragedies... -- Last Seed, 17th, 4E 202 -- You wake groggily to yet another dreary day on the road. You stare upward at the stalactites overhead as your thoughts wander back to your painful childhood. You spent many nights curled up in mineshafts like this one, or huddled near stones wrapped only in your threadbare clothing to fend off the bitter canyon winds. Your memories, few and scattered as they are, often concern situations just like this; alone and huddled for warmth. Circling birds of prey high above are your first indication that something is amiss. That, and the fact that the rocks above seem to be moving endlessly across your field of vision. You blink and shake your head minutely to dispel the illusion, but movement above persists, growing ever closer with every second that passes. You dart your gaze back and forth across the rocky tunnel entrance looking for answers. There has been nofollowing you for quite some time now. In fact, haven't seen another soul since you entered the canyon. What you have seen are great snaking lengths of roots stabbing through the canyon floor throughout your trek, Sometimes spanning entire caverns, other times stretching only a few feet...and on occasion they seem to grow right below where you lay sleeping.This is especially disconcerting because roots mean trees, and trees don't grow in canyons...or at least not anymore. You're not quite sure what to make of all this, but one thing's for certain...something'mess with your head.Ever since you set out on this fool's errand your instincts have beenencountered anything even resembling another person, yet you still feel like you're somehow being tracked. Like some sinister intelligence is peering through your mind, sifting and sorting through your thoughts for information. You are snapped out of your internal musings by the sound of a heavy thud beside you. Looking over you see that a dusty leather bindle has materialized next to you on the canyon floor, right where your head had been laying moments before. You delicately reach out and flip open the coverings., and then prepare yourself for whatever may come. You're not quite sure what to expect, but from all accounts you've heard it probably won't be pleasant... Shadows and swirling darkness consumes your vision as you peer into the open tome. You feel yourself being drawn in against your will, consciousness and selfhood gradually eroding like sand slipping through the cracks of your fingers... You awaken within the dark leather tome, staring out at a strange cross stitch pattern on the cover. It's so very pretty...soothing, even. Like lush green grass and cascading waterfalls...or maybe it's someone calling out your name? Maybe you should answer? Suddenly, a small gap in the stitching brightens and widens enough for you to peer through. Beyond you see that the leather book sits in the middle of a desert canyon...the same one you've been lost in for the past few days. You than notice another human shape in the distance...and they're holding a gun and pointing it right at you! You're in the clutches of a bakemono! A trap! The book is some sort of demonic lure, and now it's too late to escape. The shot rings out and your vision tilts sideways as you're knocked back... Only to fall on soft sand and realize it was all in your mind. A dream spell placed within the tome by the foul creatures. You steady yourself and close the book once more, check your belongings to make sure they're all still there, and reload your flintlock. "Hope those demons are ready for the exterminator," you mutter to yourself as smolder away with righteous vengeance fresh in your mind. That was an hour ago and you haven't run into any more demons yet...in fact, you haven't even left the canyon. Just rock walls on one side and a sheer drop to a rushing stream below on the other. The skies begun to darken though so you'd better find shelter soon...if there are any demons in these canyons, you're going to have to hold up and fight them in the morning. You carefully climb up to the top of the ridgeline and study the surrounding area for any signs of movement. The land beyond the canyon actually looks fairly hospitable; rolling plains speckled with patches of trees, and even a small cliffside village not too far off...but there's no guarantee that it isn't occupied by a whole horde of demons. Something catches your eye on the ridge opposite you and momentarily forgets all about the potential shelter down below. About a mile out and moving parallel to you is what looks like a demon scouting party: three humunculi in armored uniforms lead the way as you watch their diminutive leader, mounted on a greycolored bloatfly, orders some sort of infernal contraption held up by burning black flames to give all its watchers a good look. It reminds you of a bigger, more mechanical version of the spidheart gliders when it spreads metal wings (thats probably what they are) and begins to slowly ascend. Then it fires a jet of flames downwards, setting fire to a bolder and sending it crashing into the canyon below where it explodes spectacularly. You flinch as a piece of shrapnel narrowly misses you. The set of furry arms emerges from within its "mouth" and waves excitedly at the scout party in acknowledgement before they move on. Count Zero, you're fairly sure that was a catapult designed to shoot demons across dimensions, and judging by the way it disappeared over the hill after firing, it just lobbed some of its ammunition back to wherever it came from. You're tempted to try your luck and make a run for it...then you spot another demon sighting farther to the East, but this one is moving towards you. A slinking type, like a cross between an overgrown salamander and a tyrannosaurus. It doesn't appear to have noticed you yet, but if it does, there'll be no debating or negotiating with it... You need to decide what you're going to do real quick. Creditsares to Mr Creeps, thanks to the following users for the correction: Jamiesenerik, Smarterthanyou025, xtrmrk Vote below or email me at [email protected] for questions/comments! 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chershorowitzsarchive-blog · 7 years

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Peter x Lexie

who holds the umbrella when it rains: peter because he’s a gentleman and lex is the size of a hobbit a boy has to fit under the umbrella too. she doesn’t mind though, because it allows for snuggling and she likes to snuggle so quite honestly she’ll pretend to be too tired to hold it and just pout at him and then just suggest they walk really close together to protect each other from the rain.

who is the grumpiest in the morning: jason. LMFAO, and i’m not kidding. no i don’t think they are here yet but once they arrive to such a place you can bet that big brother is gonna be calling her phone non stop… or who knows maybe he’ll just be in denial? we shall see.

who worries more when the other is sick/hurt: both of them do. however being the literal bunnies that they are, they always find something positive to say about it? like while lex was in the hospital it was like sure babe, you got shot but you get to eat all of the desserts and pudding you want. so if there were ever a time where peter was really ill or hurt, lexie would be there making him see the brighter side of things but honestly she’s a ford. she has the bossy genes… and she might be little but tiny girl can yell? she’d command those doctors lbh.

who plays pranks on the other: they are literally the most playful people who ever lived, it’s not out right pranks as much as it is playful bitting, ruffling of the hair, tickle fights or she’ll randomly jump on his back when she sees him in public. throw water at each other, chase each other around. it’s literally like 100% puppy love, it’s kind of sickening really.

who is always the first to suggest cuddling on the sofa: lexie. cuddles for rapunzel always and she’ll be obnoxious about it too. literally sit on top of him if he’s doing something else like okay, my turn pay attention to me now, but honestly it’s like cuddling while watching a movie and holding hands and pecks here and there. ( have they even gotten to a steamy make out yet? lmaoooo. )

who insists on creating nicknames for the other: RAPUNZEL AND FLYNN RIDER for the win. it’s literally both of them, honestly she 100% found a man who’s so compatible with her it’s ridiculous like jesus christ. but if it’s not the disney nicknames it’s a never ending string of babe, and love, and handsome and whatever else they can think of really… if peter was in high school they would be voted “ cutest couple “ or some cheesy thing like that.

who drools on the other when they’re asleep: lexie and she snores too but she sounds like a little piggy and he probably thinks it’s adorable but she’ll wake up and deny it? try and say that he snores too ( he doesn’t ) honestly at the hospital she kept asking the nurses if they could give her something so she didn’t snore, but he kept telling her it was adorable so now she’s like i’m an adorable sleeper or something ridiculous like that.

who says ‘I love you’ first: they ain’t there yet. although i have a feeling that miss alexandra might be the first to say it.

#( answered meme. )#( rl: alex x peter. )#( ford. )#shcrmans #answered

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survivorsolomonislands · 7 years

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Episode 3 “WHITE GURL CAN TWERK” - Zakriah

Why do I feel like I just got saved from the most humiliating/awkward tribal council situation by a swap happening? Honestly I'm just worried about who I end up with but I know my days were numbered on temoana

I really don't want this tribe swap to happen, like I really like my tribe, oh well nothing I can do about it.

OKAY THIS IS AWKWARD i told karen mitchell was gunning for her but i wanna work with mitchell and karen osehfkjhkjfae and now tHEYRE BOTH ON MY TRIBE HELP MEEEEEEEE

So i already know whats gonna happen on that new tribe - Linus is gonna get in good with my Brown Arrow and the other vet is gonna get voted out, and after that I can totally see one of them whipping out an idol. I'm just worried Aro is gonna side with Linus over me now that they're on the same tribe, but I'm hoping not. TBH these tribes are gonna be quite a mess I can already tell.

so i'm all like :) :) :) just boppin about :) :) :) wonder who the rookies voted out haha :) :) :) hope it's not the icon L.A. lol haha :) :) )

then everyone's freakin out i'm like :) :) :) what's up dogs :) :) :) and they're like we switchin tribes :) :) :..................................???

AND I FUCKIN FREAKED THE FUCK OUT BC TRIBE SWAPS RARELY IF EVER ARE GOOD FOR MITCHELL KALABANG

IN MUCHACHU PIZZERIA I WAS THE ONLY FAN ON A TRIBE WITH 8 FAVORITES. IN MALAYSIA FANS AND FAVORITES WERE TIED AND WE ALMOST DREW ROCKS.

But I always found a way to survive, and I'll do so here, as for the first time in my Tumblr Survivor career, not only has the first tribe swap actually moved me to a different tribe, but it's done so while giving me a numbers advantage. The two people I most wanted to be here with (Dana, because we're tight, and Zak, because I know I've got him on lock and the other vets don't so he could've been fodder on any other tribe) are here and the one I was most wary of (Karen, because things were maybe awkward between us???) is here. We all seem on board with keeping the vets together. I like it. We're gonna be just fine so long as we stick together.

Allie and Willow... idk yall so goodbye. I'm gonna keep my ass' options open but this could be good and simple. I'm still wary of Karen but for now, there's no reason to get rid of her... so we'll do it later instead :)

i'm optimistic haha lol

Fuck my life...

Me and Willow are discussing my name and she got confused and asked if I had two middle names because I had said "zak" happens twice in my name and so I just go "Oh no it's zakriah wahid razzak" and if I had a nickel for every time ive heard that

It did come to mind, and I did kind of think that there's a small shot that Chrissa told her tribe about me, and honestly she probably went off about how much of a douche I am or how good of a player I was blah blah blah. I'm going to try to slide it into conversation with Lexi, Ryan or Matt, but so far, this isn't too bad of a swap. I'm with Jacob, which is great because I know he'd never vote me out, and also I know he's good at swaying people, and will hopefully be able to help get someone to swing onto our side, but I see it going 3-3 at the first vote, assuming our tribe even goes to tribal council, but I know Ryan is a consistent loser, and has been around for awhile, and that Lexi has won a season before, so I can use both of those facts to my advantage, and see where it takes me.

For now, I'm gonna socialize, wait to see how the immunity challenge goes, and take it from there. And now.... let's see if I can somehow scoop up an idol

(Slightly later)

So immediately getting to this new beach, I know I needed to jump, and I needed to do it FAST. I know Lexi is the winner of the bunch, so I proposed her a deal:

[4/5/17, 11:27:33 PM] ~~Johnny~~: Being alongside a past winner is certainly something that could benefit everyone [4/5/17, 11:27:37 PM] ~~Johnny~~: Or at least benefit me haha [4/5/17, 11:28:22 PM] lex: Haha most don't think that way so how can I benefit you ;) [4/5/17, 11:30:30 PM] ~~Johnny~~: Uhhhh [4/5/17, 11:30:32 PM] ~~Johnny~~: Well for starters [4/5/17, 11:30:38 PM] ~~Johnny~~: Working alongside a winner can teach you a lot [4/5/17, 11:30:44 PM] ~~Johnny~~: And I wouldn’t mind working alongside a winner ;) [4/5/17, 11:32:09 PM] ~~Johnny~~: I know that’s kinda jumping out of the gate, but I do think that in a swap like this, when it’s 3-3, having one REALLY strong connection with someone from the other tribe can really benefit both of the people involved, especially a relationship that people can’t see us walking into the woods and talking all the time, since we’re just kinda in each others DMs lmao [4/5/17, 11:34:04 PM] lex: Yeah I don't think anyone would suggest us as a duo lmao

Hook, Line and Sinker. I'm not entirely too sure how this will end up working out, but my new "Most Important Connection" has to be Lexi. Working alongside a past winner, and someone who has made merge twice is something that can be really valuable for my game, and I think that if she ends up sticking to her end of the deal, we'll both make it out of this tribe swap alive.

I'm completely tribe swap fucked which is what I was scared of most. Newbies are down 4-2 and there's nothing I can really do about it. The vets seem really close too, and I'm high key scared of them, so if we loose immunity then I'm fucked. So I'm gonna be overdramatic and cry, good night.

https://youtu.be/Hcp6Dthetcs

Whew! So much has happened since last round. Jacob, Johnny and I formed an alliance. We talked about adding other people, and eventually added Lily. Which I'm glad about, because I didn't want to end up with two conflicting alliances and Lily seems very trustworthy. Lily told me she has an idol, and Johnny and I are the only ones who know about it. It's crazy that she found it so early, but I'm glad I know where it is and that it's with someone I feel like I can trust. Star went unanimously at tribal - which I expected - and afterwards we found out we're switching tribes. We were all really sad, because I think we did feel a bit like a family even though we didn't know each other. Everyone was so nice and I don't think we would've wanted to vote out anyone else on our tribe. So we said our goodbyes, and we all decided to stick together as newbies on our new tribes to make sure that a veteran doesn't win. And although I'm feeling good about it, I'm nervous for the tribes that have two newbies vs four veterans, because they're either gonna go really early or they're gonna flip to stay safe.

I'm feeling good about my tribe though. We're four newbies, two veterans, and the newbies immediately got together and made an alliance chat. It's me, Lily, L.A., and Aro. I'm glad I've got Lily here, because you can never be 100% sure someone won't flip but I feel good about her, and I don't know the other two very well.

I talked to the two vets, Monty and Linus, who told me somewhat similar things about being on the Vet tribe? Linus said if Chrissa hadn't volunteered herself, he could've gone home. And Monty said that before she did, there were like, 5 different targets, and everyone was yelling at each other and it was messy. So it's nice to know that they're not as united as the newbies.

But now to the fun stuff...... Right when we got our new tribes, I go to search for the idol. And I found it, first try! This is my first ever idol and I'm so excited. And the fact that both Lily and I have one is crazy and so good on our part. Overall, I'm feeling good. But I miss the newbie tribe. We were all so pure and cute and not yet jaded to this game lmao.

So here we are all switched up and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little happy. I was in a pretty good spot with everyone on Temoana and was not about to lose that by like blindsiding Karen or something. Now I have Ryan and Lex who I'm very good and pretty good with respectively. I hope to Survivor Gods I can get this idol because that would be so ideal. I really don't want a 3-3 tie but I really wouldn't flip on the vets either, so I'm working my magic trying to sway Jacob who Lex might just be good with anyway and Johnny, the frat boy, which even though I don't like I think I can work to my advantage. I can tell if I just bro out with him we can vibe well together I can be bros with frat boys and be hunties with the more internetty people, I'm a social chameleon and I will do whatever it takes to put myself in the best position I can. So we'll see how this game goes. Hopefully they'll be smart and go with me because I plan on going far in this game with whoever benefits me the most.

WHEW! So, we swapped. It's me and Linus from the vets and Lily, Daisy, LA, and Aromal from the rookies, and at first this looks bad with me and Linus being down 4-2, but I really like this swap. I'm friends with Lily outside the game, and we have already talked about working together. On the old vets tribe, I was targeting Linus because I couldn't get a read on him, and you know what? Why stop now? I'd rather play with people I can predict and trust. Lily also mentioned that the rookies she liked the most are Daisy, who's on our tribe, LA, who's also on our tribe, and Johnny, who isn't. Which rookie is left out of that? Aromal. (Aromal also stans ugly Survivor players, so he can go?) So, Lily has gone to bed right now, but in the morning I am going to ask her if me, her, Daisy, and LA wanted to work together. I've already talked to Daisy for a good bit, and I just messages LA, so we'll see. Then from there, I can either play it off with Linus as "OMG WE FLIPPED THE NUMBERS!" or vote with all the newbies and play it off as "I needed to survive". TBH I don't know where that went, I stopped halfway through this confessional and restarted, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ok so we had a tribe swap. Part of me felt it coming? But not like enough to think it would actually happen. I don't hate my tribe. I think we are strong challenge wise. I got put here with Lexi and Matt from the vets tribe and I feel okay about that? I did a lot of talking with Matt and a bunch before the swap with Lexi but I don't think they talked a lot. And we are split 3-3. So our goal is to get one of the newbies to flip to us and we already discussed going to rocks for each other. Then last night Lexi tells us the idol clue and we all go looking. Guess who fucking found it. This old idiot! Guess who isn't telling a soul about it. This old idiot! I feel bad because it was Lexi's clue and Matt's figuring out the clue that led me to it...but sucks to suck byeeeeeeeeeeeee

Well this swap ended up looking preeeeetty badly on the surface. A bit deeper down I may not be 100% fucked, but its uncertain. As it stands Im pretty confident I can play a better social game than Monty, so it's time to kiss some ass. I was at the bottom multiple times in Myanmar, but if there was one thing I could do it was get people from the other side to join forces with me. I swear to god I'm going to make these fuckers LOVE me! I know Aro from the wikia community, we played in Sumbawa together, and we've already talked and said we want to work together. On top of that, I've been talking to L.A a lot and we get along like a house on fire. When I asked her about working together though she did say she really got the same sense that we should work together, but is hesitant. To be fair from what she's told me this is her very first org so I can't blame her too much for wanting to play safe. Lily and that other girl I forget the name of are boring as fuck though, especially Lily, that other girl at least responds and is kind enough or whatever, its just clear she doesn't want to get too involved with the vets. I've never understood why you would play a social game though and just neglect that aspect completely. I dunno man. Anyways, L.A is apparently super tight with Lily, which means I have to kiss the ass of the person I've found it hardest to talk to since playing with fucking Ting Ting and Leah. I call my current plan the "Throw people under the bus for shit they didn't do strategy". Right now Im trying to sell that the freaking minority alliance on the Vets of Monty, Karen and Lexi were running the show over there, and that Karen being the ringleader tried to target me round one until Chrissa quit. Of course, I realize the dramatic irony for those watching that those three were on the outs and Karen was almost first boot haha. Next round, if I get get Monty out, Im going to start a rumour that Daisy and a Vet are irl friends, and try to stir the pot that way >:) . I just have to last a few rounds until a swap comes again and I can start a new. Wish me luck my dudes.

(please put this in bold on the tumblr post) Why The Hell Is It So Hard To Properly Edit Relationships In A Manner That Will Get The Right People Voted Out At The Right Times In This Damn Reward Challenge: a best-selling novel by Lily Owen

The swap came and I got on the Temoana tribe. I mean, it could have been worse. Imagine being in the 4-2 minority tribe, but I could also have been in the 4-2 majority one. Right now we're split 3-3 but it could all change.

The new tribe is cool and I like the vets who joined. Lex is really nice and is probably the vet I'd love to keep around here. And then of course I have my alliance with Jacob and Johnny from the original Makira.

The new reward challenge is up and I feel as if I'm one of the only two people actively trying alongside Ryan. I mean it's just a reward, but you could at least put some effort into it. I hate playing on a losing tribe, and it would suck in this situation because I might be in danger of being voted. I don't think anybody knows who might get votes if we lose the immunity challenge.

That reward challenge was really hard. Like last night when I was messing around with the simulator I was trying to make Eddie the first boot but then he ended up winning it all gjkhdlkfjhs

No but on a more serious note I worked with the simulator for like 2 hours and I think I ended up getting roughly like 50ish points its probably less though. But I'm really hoping we win this reward challenge because it'll give us a 10% advantage in the next immunity challenge.

(Slightly later)

SOIDFUASODIF I got a lot less than 50 points, I very much miscalculated it so please ignore everything I've ever said

Well apparently Im a challenge beast so far this game, surviving the entire endurance and now getting almost as much as the next two highest scores combined in the brantesteele thing. I don't attribute that to me being good though, all these other people were god awful. Like, how the hell did Willow get 35?? Did she just run a completely random brantsteele once and be like "Meh good enough"?? I feel like it takes a person who is intentionally trying to make their team lose to do that bad, idk man. L.A pulled through on the challenge too though, same with Aro and even Lily kinda.

On that note I finally got in a decent conversation with Lily. Granted, she isn't much one to give me anything to talk about. When I ask a question she doesn't really ask anything back and that makes it hard for a conversation to flow, but she at least had some personality tonight so that was cool to not feel like I was talking to somebody who was totally bored and seemed like they didn't even want to be here. I want to start an alliance with Aro, Lily and of course L.A. The 4 of us are the ones who want to and deserve to be here from what I can tell. If I had my way, Daisy would go first any day of the week, however, my best move is still to throw Monty under the bus, which sucks because he is probably more invested than Daisy, but hey, I gotta look out for number 1 first. Im winning this game, and if that means Monty gets sacrificed along the way so be it! That or Im going to be next boot and all these ranting about how awesome I am will be for not because Ill lose horribly and have been outplayed by almost everyone. Theres a good chance of that too :P .

SO we had a swap, that was terrible. I was lucky enough to get on the tribe where Rookies have the numbers so naturally we're working together. HOWEVER, the rookies I'm with are the ones I've bonded with the least, and nothing about that has changed since the swap. Maybe that's my fault, for not reaching out more but I also don't want to come across as annoying. Honestly, I would rather work with Linus, a VET. (gasp of horror) He is someone I actually talk to, it doesn't feel overly forced so he is someone I'd like to keep around. I realize this was probably his goal, be likable, flip a couple rookies and he's safe. Because in situations like this, its common for the original tribe to stick together when they have the numbers and he's smart enough to realize this. My problem now is do I wanna risk working with him? Or do the safe thing and just stay with my 'alliance' and get the two vets out if it comes to it, or try and make a move to work with people I like? Its tough because I don't wanna be the first rookie to flip, not after all our 'we'll stick together guys' that was happening in the tribe as we waited on swap results.

If I work with Linus, he is potentially someone I could continue to work with into the merge, he SAYS he didn't have set alliances yet, do I trust him on that? Hell no. (But its doubtful I'll trust anyone in this game, even Jacob.) I'm just trying to decide if its worth the risk or not, he's good in competitions and I like that in someone I work it, even though later on it could become a huge problem as of right now its a good thing. He is also a very smart and social player and I feel like I could learn a thing or two from him. I don't know, I need to figure out how I wanna play this game, what will be best for me in the long run.

No one in my tribe is being helpful for this challenge and its frustrating. Everyone is answering very limitedly, not answering any of my questions, barely doing any brainstorming with me... like how many times do I have to say that we should plan some of the shots we want before anyone starts giving suggestions? I'm trying really hard not to come off as bossy, but this is so frustrated. At this point I have no idea what the finished product will look like, or if everyone will even film something given Lily doesn't want to show her face on camera, L.A. is busy and Monty has barely said anything. That's half our tribe with big question marks on them. I'm so incredibly frustrated, I feel like we're gonna lose.

Daisy is pissing me off. I get that it's only the first fucking verse and chorus we need to learn, but it will look way better if we give people certain parts because then we can choreograph what we are fucking doing. Smh.

An extension of my last confessional. This wouldn't be so irritating if I felt like I had any power over here. Daisy is able to act like a total isolationist and doesn't have to worry at all about doing shit because of how the numbers of this fucking swap turned out. Meanwhile, Im here playing my ass off just to try and survive one more round.

In other news a pseudo alliance has started with Lily, L.A and myself I think. I don't get the best gut feeling that they intend to be fully loyal to it, I think both probably still intend to keep the fans strong, but I just have to have them think Im the better choice of veteran to keep for now. Grrr, I hope this works :( .

Honestly, going into this immunity challenge, I’m nervous as shit. I know that I’ve got Jacob, and hopefully still Luca. Matt tried to propose a four person alliance with me and the vets, and it’s something I might consider doing, depending how long it takes for our tribe to lose immunity, in order to keep Jacob and I safe, but I do know the rookies would be very mad with my decision to flip on the vets, so it’s a tough decision to weigh. I do have a very bad feeling that we’re going to end up hitting a 3-3, and it might come down to luck after that, but for now, I’m just trying to keep optimistic, but I’ve actually never been this scared in a game before, so only time will tell where everyone is going to end up.

I do have a lot of confidence in our music video, but I'm really not ready to see who gets the disadvantage, and also who ends up winning this immunity, so I'm nervous as shit. I hope the other teams don't have an editor like we do :S

allie seems like the most reserved girl on the planet and ive literally almost never spoken to her but she literally fucking POPPED AWF in her submission for the video like WHITE GURL CAN TWERK where has THIS ALLIE BEEN

I'm the worst because I keep forgetting to write confessionals oops. Anyway a lot has happened I guess, so there's a lot to talk about. First off Allie told me that there's a rumor/clue or whatever that the idol is hidden somewhere in the sunken ship. This is great news especially since we're down 4-2, but we both already looked this round and didn't find it, so we really need to win this next immunity challenge. Anyway I talked to Karen and she said that she's on the bottom of her tribe and that she might be willing to flip to me and Allie which is great news! I'm not 100% sure if we can trust her though, but she did give us the information that the vets had about where the idol isn't, so I'm really hoping me and Allie can trust her since she might be the only thing we have that'll keep us safe.

Anyway on a funny note, while I was trying to film my thing for the music video earlier today my neighbors were having some sort of picnic for their baby and dog, and so I completely embarrassed myself by lip singing to Potential Breakup Song oops.

(Slightly later)

I'm so stressed that we're gonna loose this challenge because then there's a high likelihood that it'll be me or Allie going home and I don't want that. Our video is probably gonna turn out really good but Idk I'm just worried.

ahhhhh i feel so bad, because our video lowkey sucks, and its lowkey my fault. i dont fault daisy at all, she did the best with what she had and could work with, but that wasnt a whole lot :///// anyways, i think we're gonna lose .-.

well, this was a fun game .-. can't wait to go home tomorrow

Its pretty frustrating that my alliance doesn't wanna split the vote. Why not take the safe route? Is a revote so inconvenient that you'd rather lose someone from your own alliance ?

Well I've been in sunny Mejico for the past few days so lemme fill everyone in with what I've been up to. It seems like I've actually convinced people I don't suck at challenges which is good, I spearheaded the Moana plan so I think I've tested my ability to take charge. I've pulled in fratty fratboy by saying bro and dude in all my convos and it seems like he'd really be down to work with me unless he is extremely crafty and is playing me, which is only really possible with an idol because I'm not flipping to the rookie side while he said he would definitely vote a rookie. Now we won but unfortunately it's 4-2 rookies on Ulawa so hopefully some magic saves a veteran but if not I'll probably work on aligning myself with more of these rookies just in case they have numbers.

Well, Aromal's got his work cut out for him tonight. He knows Linus is good at challenges so he may just keep him and vote out Monty, who was gunning for me earlier, or he could vote him out bc he knows he's good at making it to f3, or he could flip and take out a rookie and work with me at merge :) the last one is wishful thinking, but we aren't husbands for nothing

Hi it's me you're favorite rookie Jacob. So going into this new tribe I was fairly nervous. It could be worse, but at least the numbers are even 3-3! On one hand you have Lexi telling me she hates vets vs rookies and thinks its boring and on the other hand u have Matt telling Johnny how close he is too Lexi and Ryan and how much he trusts them. I would be feeling more comfortable if I was with more reliable rookies. Johnny is alright but Luca drives me nuts The other day he was talking all up in the main chat about how blackout wasted he was which screamed LOOK AT ME UNNECCESARY NEGATIVE ATTENTION! Works for me because If I have to, he will go to keep Johnny and I safe! I am just chilling we won the immunity and I am proud of us. The video wasn't the BEST but it was good enough to win which was nice! Ulawa lost which is the tribe of 4-2 rooks to vets and I am hoping that the rooks take out a vet because I know Monty doesn't like me because of past drama and Idk Linus. I know Lily has an idol so it should be good as long as the other rooks stick to the plan we made to stay together moving forward. I want to form an alliance with maybe Ryan Lexi Johnny and myself to have a majority 2 vets 2 rooks will be nice, so hopefully we can keep ourselves safe. The best bet is to keep winning immunities and keep beasting through until another tribe swap or merge

This tribal went from 0 to 60 in 3.5. So, it looked like it was down to the rookies deciding between me and Linus to go, and each of us having a 50/50 shot of staying. But see, I don't like passively sitting by hoping I come out on the better end of a 50% chance. So I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I first tried talking to Lily and Daisy to get an answer out of them on weather or not it would be me or Linus going, but they both talked in the tribe chat and ignored me, so that sent off red flags. If they had both just like, you know, messaged me back, I don't think this would be happening right now. I'd be voting out Linus and keeping my damn mouth shut and just letting come what may. Because I trusted Lily specifically and Daisy to a lesser extent, so if they said that Linus was the vote, alright, that's done, let's focus on winning the next challenge. But they didn't so here I am wondering what the fuck is going on.

So I started talking to Aromal. Nobody has really been talking to us and so he brought up the idea of voting out Linus now, and then teaming up to take out one of the three rookies. The problem with that is that there would be three of them and two of us, so I was like, "lol, Linus is probably desperate right now, too. Let's just fast forward that one week where we know we can get at least a tie vote." And it took some convincing, and some throwing Lily under the bus, but I think it worked. I just told him Lily has been wanting him gone, and we was almost sold. Wake up this morning, and he's totally on board. So then Linus seems on board, and we only need one more person to flip to get our way, or everyone to stay strong to just go to rocks. And tbh, I would much rather force a rock draw and get rocked out than let 4 rookies decide to send me home. First, rocks is a 1/4 chance, and second, getting rocks drawn means I did something to try and save myself, and it was the right move, I just pulled the wrong rock.

So, Lily. She's gonna get her own paragraph. I used to not understand why she was always an early boot/target, but I understand it now. She makes people sketched out. One moment, when we were just swapped, she was talking about how many connections she had on the tribe, and how she could mastermind this and mastermind that. And then we were talking, and I trusted her, so if she'd given me the ok, you're good, the numbers aren't going to you, then I would've been fine with it. There we go have a good day, let's not come back to tribal. But she didn't. And I knew she saw my message and left me on read because I saw her talking in the tribe chat after I sent my message, and I know she saw me in there too, because I was also talking. And then Aro is sketched out by her for good reason because she's been throwing his name around, and then who knows what LA and Daisy think of her. Lily says she close with those two, but Aro says they get kinda annoyed with her sometimes, so who knows. She's a great player physically, and probably strategically, and her social game isn't bad, it's just off. She could be a huge threat if she just changed her social game and her presence in chats a little bit. It sucks, too, because I was really excited to play with her, but I can't play with someone who talks sketchy.

So kiddos, heres the scoop. Everyone was going to be voting Monty, but then Lily went and told Monty the vote was on Aro, and now Aro is freaking out and wants to target Lily with Monty and I. I'm undecided what to do at this point, Im technically in an alliance with Lily, so Im trying to weigh the options rn. Im going off of the assumption that we attend one more tribal before a swap atm. Pros to keeping Monty. One, it means Im in the top 3 on the tribe with Aro and him. Two, He's indebted to me for a while at least. Three, Rocks are fun as hell :^) . four, if he goes I could be next, it would be between Aro and I. On the flip side, the disadvantages One, I ruin my chances of working with fans. two I could get rocked out. Three, if Aro gets rocked out I could very well be the next to go. four, Lily is better at comps than Monty I think.

Grr, I don't know what to do...

WE'RE GOING TO ROCKS MY STOMACH IS IN KNOTS I MIGHT LITERALLY PUKE FROM ANXIETY DURING TRIBAL TBH

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