#can we name this one Clairvoyant? at least for the time being T~T but it is probably going to stick by the time i could figure out somethin

[a-s-levynn]

@corviisquire You have no idea how much i love you for this creature design

Btw the gold parts and the tentacles are glossy and have a slight 3d effect, the scanner just can't pick it up

[psychedellic-phase]

Ghosts & Icing

A/N: this request is adorable and I hope I did it justice!! I went with the seasons 12-15 gang because then there would be a ton of kiddos and also I love Luke Alvez and he deserves the world :)

TW: None fluff city

wc: 2.0k

Masterlist

“Spence, where does the green skeleton go? Between the pumpkins or next to the gargoyle?” You called up to Spencer, waddling over to the many boxes of Halloween decorations that your husband had accumulated over the years. 

It was barely September 30th, and you were already decorating for his most beloved holiday. You didn’t mind; you loved him and he loved Halloween. So, naturally, you loved Halloween too. Before you met Spencer, you hadn’t even so much as carved a pumpkin each year, and the last time you wore a costume was at a college frat party. Well, if wearing a set of cat ears and drawn on eyeliner whiskers can even be considered a costume. According to Spencer Reid, it is not. But here you were, wearing a shirt covered in jack-o-lanterns and ghosts that barely fit over your protruding belly. Oh how life can change. 

Spencer appeared seemingly out of thin air, looking frazzled, his hair more disheveled than usual, some fake cobwebs tangled in it, and orange lights draped around him like he was a Christmas tree. 

“Don’t touch anything!”

You put your hands up in defeat, “Alright, I’ll let the Halloween king decorate his castle.”

You pottered over the front stoop, sitting on the hard concrete and watching him put fake cobwebs and oversized spiders in the bushes. You leaned back, rubbing your belly softly. It wasn’t that big, only twenty-four weeks, but you felt like you had stolen one of Spencer’s beloved pumpkins and shoved it under your shirt.

When you saw him again he was breathless. Only he could be overexerted from decorating.

“Should I put the tombstone next to the Frankenstein head? Or should I make a mini graveyard in the lawn?”

You grinned, admiring his child-like enthusiasm. He rarely had that anymore. Honestly, after all the real life horror he saw, you were surprised he still liked a jump scare. The second hand fear you felt for him everyday was more than enough; you didn’t need Freddy Krueger to supplement. 

“I think you should do whatever you want, Babe.”

He groaned, “You’re no help!” “You’re the one that told me to not touch anything, Reid.”

He smiled, “You’re right, but now I need you to touch something.”

You wiggled your eyebrows and stood up, making your way to him. You smoothed out his sweaty t-shirt and moved his hair from his eyes, “I’ll touch whatever you want.”

He stifled a laugh, “I-I didn’t mean like that; that job has been done. I meant like you could put the ghosts along the walkway while I set up the orange and purple lights.” As soon as he finished saying it, the box of ghosts were in your hand and he was untangling lights. 

“Hey! You forgot something!”

He stumbled over to you, looking side to side with wide eyes “What? What’d I forget?”

You puckered your lips and he smiled, planting a kiss on them. 

“Thank you, and you better shower before everyone gets here. You stink Reid!”

“So do you, Reid! Love you!” He called after you before making his way back inside to find more decorations. 

“Purple is the color of the seventh chakra, which represents the third eye and clairvoyance, so purple has become closely associated with the holiday as it is very spiritual in nature. Actually, purple has a rather complicated color symbolism because it is the mixture of calm blue and passionate red. The emotions attached to it vary, depending on whether or not it is a blue based purple or a red based purple. Which is actually an interesting conundrum when you look at the color spectrum-” Spencer rambled to the table of children and their parents who were just there to decorate sugar cookies and admire the ghost stickers on the walls.

Matt laughed, “Thanks for that, Reid. But I think Kristy was just complimenting the lights on the mantle.”

Everyone laughed and Spencer flushed a light shade of pink. You came up to him and admired the mess of a kitchen table in front of you.

On one side were the Jareau-LaMontagnes. Henry was old enough to try to make a ghost, but Michael was still too little to sit in his own seat. He was on Will’s lap, patting his hands on orange sprinkles and watching them stick to his little palms. Then he would clap and watch them fall to the ground around him, giggling every time.

“I’m real sorry about the mess, Y/N,” Will said in his sweet southern drawl.

You smiled, “Hey, I said we’d host Halloween cookie day. I’m more than happy to clean it up. Plus, it’s practice for this guy.” You patted your belly and he smiled.

On the opposing side of the table was the ever growing Simmons clan. David and Jake were squeezing green icing out of bags trying to make Frankensteins, and their younger sisters were hogging all the purple and drawing flowers on the cookies shaped like bats. 

The kids weren’t the only ones having fun though. You set up a separate table for the adults. It was kind of like those wine and art nights, but in this case the art was edible.

Penelope got the short end of the stick (in her book at least) and was sitting next to Luke, aka Newbie, “You cannot just hog all the red icing! I swear to GOD Luke Alvez!”

Luke puckered up his face and mocked Penelope, “I swear to GOD Luke Alvez!”

“Oh SHUT UP SHUT UP! Just because you’re all macho and handsome doesn’t mean you get to hog all the icing!”

“Maybe you wouldn’t need the red icing if you hadn’t insisted on making the skull rainbow.”

Penelope groaned and looked across the room at you and Spencer, begging you to help her. The two of you just laughed and you leaned into Spencer’s side. 

“When do you think she’ll finally admit she’s in love with him?”

Spencer laughed, putting his hand on the small of your back, “Never. Garcia is many things, and stubborn is one of them.”

Rossi was next to them, sitting back and not participating in the icing war that was going on in front of him. He just warned them that they better not get any on his brand new Italian silk shirt. 

“It’s handmade, you know, only fifteen were even made. I had to call a guy who knows a guy who knows the maker’s sister to get one.”

JJ rolled her eyes, “Sure Rossi, and this shirt was actually worn by the Queen of England.” 

She gestured to the black shirt she was wearing which clearly said, “Happy Halloween Witches!” 

Dave scoffed, “Listen, Jennifer, I know Liz well. She would never wear something that tried to replace the word ‘bitches’ with ‘witches’. She’s classy.”

JJ laughed, taking another gulp of wine, “Liz? So what… you guys are on a first name basis?”

He shrugged, “Let’s just say, if Philip wasn’t in the picture…”

They were interrupted by Henry coming up to his mom and showing her the ghost cookie he had tried to make, “Do you like it, mom?”

“Wow dude! That is one scary ghost,” she said, taking it from him and licking some stray icing off her fingers.

He grinned proudly, and insisted on showing his favorite Uncle Spencer.

“Uncle Spence! Come look at my ghost!”

Spencer looked over at you, silently asking for permission to leave your side. You smiled and waved your hand, “Go! But please don’t get black icing on the ceiling again. This year, you’ll be the one cleaning it.”

He smiled and sat at the ridiculously small kids chair, looking like a giant, and picked up a few piping bags to make his own creation.

Suddenly Emily and Tara appeared next to you, holding an empty bottle of wine, “We need a refill, Mrs. Reid.”

You still blushed at the use of your married name, no matter how many times you heard it, “Follow me to the wine cellar, ladies!”

The two of them followed behind you as you walked carefully down the steps, “Spencer usually doesn’t let me down here. He says the steps are unsafe.”

“Uh, yeah, if I had known how narrow and steep they were I would’ve just asked you to direct me,” Tara said, looking for the light switch on the wall. She found it and soon the three of you were staring at the dark walls of the basement.

“Okay, maybe I lied. It isn’t so much a wine cellar as it is just a regular, creepy old basement.”

“Full of spiders,” Emily added, swatting at a cobweb on the extremely low ceiling. Spencer had to crouch when he came down here. 

“That’s what you get for buying a house built in 1920, Y/N,” Tara added, as they both began sifting through the stray bottles of wine in a box on the floor.

“I know, but Spencer insisted because it ‘adds character.’”

“Being married to that man, I don’t know how much more character you need,” Emily said, pulling out a bottle of cheap Barefoot red wine, “I bet you miss this.”

You rubbed your belly, “I said I’m bringing a bottle of wine in my hospital bag.”

Tara laughed, “And what did Dr. Reid say to that? ‘Actually, Y/N, you can’t have alcohol in the hospital.’”

“No, no, I bet it was more like, ‘did you know that alcohol is a depressant? It slows down your cognitive functions, thus making it much harder to care for a newborn baby.’”

“Hey! Stop making fun of my husband!” you said, the two women looking as if they’d just seen a ghost, which was rather fitting for the occasion, “Only I get to do that!”

The three of you laughed and they helped you hobble up the stairs, where you were met by a sight you wished you hadn’t seen.

The first person you saw was Matt, white icing all over his red shirt and arms, and Kristy laughing next to him, using a finger to swipe some up and put it in her mouth. Next were the four Simmons children, each with varying amounts and colors of icing and sprinkles all over them. Then you saw Will, who for some reason had a chunk of cookie in his hair, and Michael on his shoulders. JJ was behind them, grabbing Michael’s hands and trying to wipe all the stickiness he had accumulated off of them.

Next was Rossi, who had an unmistakable drop of red icing on the arm of his Italian silk shirt. If he was a cartoon character, he would’ve had steam coming out of his ears. Garcia and Luke were next to him, each looking mortified and blaming the other. Garcia was smacking his arm lightly and Luke was shielding his face.

Then your eyes found the person you always looked for when you entered a room, and Spencer looked the worst of them all. His fluffy hair was matted down in places with green icing, cookie crumbs all over his cheeks and stuck in his scruff. His sweater was once cream colored, but now it was a mixture of green, purple, black, and gray. His hands were covered in icing and sprinkles and he was spinning Henry around in a circle.

You stood there and admired the scene in front of you for a moment, before Tara cleared her throat. 

“What is going on here?”

Everyone stopped, and immediately Henry spoke, “He did it!”

He pointed straight at Spencer, who put his hands up, “Me? What’d I do?”

“Uncle Spencer started a food fight!”

“No, I think it was Garcia,” Rossi said and the room fell into a roar of laughter; Tara and Emily eager to get in on the fun and dip their own hands into some icing.

You admired them all one more time, rubbing your belly softly, before also diving head first into a mess of sprinkles and ghost shaped cookies.

This was your family, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[moiraineswife]

Of Odium - Seeing the Future Meta

I’M BACK AND I’M READY TO THEORY/META ON RENARIN. BECAUSE WE ALL DESERVE THAT IN HER LIVES. The TL;DR is: Renarin Kholin is basically Atium against Odium and I’m hype. 

THE EVIDENCE: 

So everyone on Roshar is fairly anti-clairvoyance, especially Vorinism, wisdom of the Heralds and all that jazz. Seeing the future: bad news. It’s of Odium. But I think that it is LITERALLY of Odium. As in, any instances of foresight people have come from Odium/are drawn from Odium/are what Odium sees/believes is going to happen. 

Please consider: 

“Voidbinding is a dark and evil thing, and the soul of it was to try to divine the future.” TWOK, 18, Highprince of War

Kadash tells Adolin this when he asks about Dalinar’s visions (as they don’t realise at this point he isn’t seeing the future). Odium is the soul of voidbringers (whether human or parshendi) and the soul of that is future sight. 

Moelach is very similar to Nergaoul, though instead of inspiring a battle rage, he supposedly granted visions of the future. In this, lore and theology align. Seeing the future originates with the Unmade, and is from the enemy. —From Hessi’s Mythica, page 143 OB, 101, Deadeye

Odium grants power to the Unmade, and one such power is the ability to see the future. (We be heavily side-eyeing at all of the Death Rattles, yes we be). But glimpses of the future are from Odium. He provides them. 

“They [the Fused] knew,” Adolin said. “They led us here with that cursed vision.” “Be wary,” Shallan whispered, “of anyone who claims to be able to see the future.” “No. No, that wasn’t from him!” Kaladin looked between them, frantic, and finally turned to Syl for support. “It was like when the Stormfather … I mean… OB, 115, The Wrong Passion

Poor Kaladin got played like Hoid’s flute. Dalinar being in danger was a true glimpse of the future, but it was what Odium gave to Kaladin in order to lure him, Adolin, and Shallan to the Oathgate at Theylen City, where an ambush was waiting for them. An ambush they only survived because Dalinar pulled off the unthinkable/unanticipated. 

Hoid was the one who warned Shallan to be wary of anyone claiming to be able to see the future. Odium can plant visions of the future onto people to have them do what he wants/to manipulate them. 

Renarin: 

Renarin sees things that turn out to be untrue:

For he saw the future. He saw his father in black armor, a plague upon the land. He saw the Blackthorn return, a terrible scourge with nine shadows. Odium’s champion. “He’s going to fall,” Renarin whispered. “He’s already fallen. He belongs to the enemy now. Dalinar Kholin … is no more.” OB, 118, The Weight of it All

But, importantly, he sees things that turn out to be untrue, but he sees things Odium also thought would happen. 

Honour tells Dalinar that: 

The figure squinted at the horizon. “I cannot see the future completely. Cultivation, she is better at it than I. It’s as if the future is a shattering window. The further you look, the more pieces that window breaks into. The near future can be anticipated, but the distant future… I can only guess.” TWOK, 75, In The Top Room

The window breaking imagery is repeated in Renarin’s views of the future, which appear to him as different stained glass window panels. Seeing the future is, as one might imagine, not an infallible process. 

We know that Renarin was responsible for the countdown to the Everstorm - something that Odium, via voidspren, orchestrated and made happen. It was a date he knew/planned for.

Renarin’s visions are wrong about two things: firstly that Jasnah will kill him, rather than let him live bonded to a voidspren. Secondly: that Dalinar will turn to the enemy’s side. 

This is clearly what Odium believes as well. He sets up the battle, with Amaram’s troops possessed and turned against their former allies, Dalinar at their head. Dalinar, who he has honed for years via the Thrill to be his Champion, the Champion with nine shadows. 

He lured Kaladin and the others into an ambush, as noted, where they would have definitely been killed, if not for Dalinar’s intervention. 

Odium was wrong about Dalinar; and so Renarin’s vision, from Odium, was also wrong. 

I think, in seeing the future, the person sees what Odium sees/what he expects to happen. It’s noted that Honour and Cultivation can both see into the future as well, with varying degrees of ability. 

However, something I find interesting is this: 

“People who claim to be able to see the future, living off people’s hopes. Your society was right to forbid them. The spren do likewise… OB, 97, Riino

Azure tells Shallan this. We know very well that Vorin society condemns visions of the future. But I find it interesting that the spren do also. This implies to me, perhaps a little tennuously, that though Honour and Cultivation can see the future, too, Odium somehow has control/influence over it now, to the point that the sentient spren also forbid divining the future. 

Though all of them have some relevance to precognition, Moelach is one of the most powerful in this regard. His touch seeps into a soul as it breaks apart from the body, creating manifestations powered by the spark of death itself. —From the Diagram, Book of the 2nd Desk Drawer: paragraph 15, WOR, 82, For Lit

This sounds very similar to what Ruin does. He can seep into the minds of people via cracks in their soul - pierced either by hemalurgic spikes, or by something that causes instability and madness. Moelach, similarly, infiltrates people when their souls are fractured/damaged at the moment of their death. 

I wonder if Odium, similarly, can give people visions of the future, inserted via breaks in their Spiritweb, to manipulate them. 

The most interesting point of this, and what I’ve kind of been driving towards a bit, concerns this little gem of information: 

Taravangian saw that the words were blacked out into eternity starting from this point on his wall. As if something had happened here. A ripple in what Odium could see...

At its root, a name. Renarin Kholin. 

OB, 122, A Debt Repaid

This strikes me as the effect that’s produced when two mistborn burn atium at the same time. Both of them can see a little in the future. In being able to see what their opponent can do, that changes what they would do in response, which then changes what their opponent would do etc etc. 

I think Renarin either has, or at the very least has the potential to, understand that what he sees is what Odium sees. Even if he’s being fed his visions by Odium, that can give them an advantage, a window into not specifically what might happen in the future, but what Odium thinks might happen in the future. That could give them a distinct advantage. 

It also potentially ties into Sja-Anat’s upcoming narrative. 

Sja-anat is an Unmade that corrupts spren - she corrupted the Oathgate spren in Kholinar, she says, so that they would not work properly when Shallan tried to activate them. 

However, though once the most feared of the Unmade, at least as far as the Radiants were concerned: 

Of the Unmade, Sja-anat was most feared by the Radiants. They spoke extensively of her ability to corrupt spren, though only “lesser” spren—whatever that means. From Hessi's Mythica, page 89, OB, 97, 

It appears that Sja-anat has now learned how to corrupt far more powerful spren - like the spren of the Oathgate and also, presumably, Glys. 

“Glys had once been a different kind of spren, but something had changed him, corrupted him.” OB, 117, Champion with Nine Shadows

It seems unlikely to assume that something other than the Unmade that specifically corrupts spren has corrupted this spren. 

“Radiant, the thing said, mouthing the words. My name is Sja-anat. And I am not your enemy.  [...]

“What are you?”

They calll me the Taker of Secrets, the figure said. Or they once did. 

“One of the Unmade. Our enemies.” 

We were made, then unmade, she agreed. But no, not an enemy! The figure turned humanlike again, though the eyes remained glowing white. It pressed its hands against the glass. Ask my son. Please. 

“You’re of him. Odium.”

The figure glanced to t he sides, as if frightened. No. I am of me. Now, only of me. OB, 84, The One You Can Save

Ooh, Unmade switching sides!! Maybe. Call me gullible (Taryn, ur gullibe), but I...Kind of believe her?? She warns Shallan not to use the Oathgate, as Odium had her touch it in order to corrupt the spren and make them kill them when they try to transport. 

She instead doesn’t kill them, but also doesn’t take them back to Urithiru, instead abandoning them in Shadesmar. But hey they’re not dead! 

Committing to the whole ‘Sja-anat actually DOESN’T want to serve Odium anymore and is trying to help you guys out’ theory, we’re just going to double-down on it and say: 

If you’re a crafty, thousand year old Unmade who just wants to belong to yourself and is tired of serving Odium who is, let’s be frank, A Bastard, and you want to fuck with his plans but like, sneakily, how do you do it? 

Do you, perhaps, corrupt the spren of a young Truthwatcher so that he now has access to visions of the future. Theoretically this gives Odium a spy, and a willing victim onto whom he can plant visions of the future and manipulate him to act in different ways. 

It would, however, theoretically, like counter-burning atium, give Renarin an advantage as well. If he can learn to use what he sees against Odium. 

Sja-anat’s “son” is likely Glys, though Renarin says that Glys has claimed he can’t remember his corruption, as it happened before they bonded, and spren memories are fuckerdly before they’re bonded. But they usually recover, and come back. I wonder what Glys will remember of his ‘mother’ if given the chance... 

TL;DR: Renarin is Atium, Sja-anat honestly wants to fuck Odium, Glys is her son who is her way of helping, Odium is going to get fucked by underestimating Renarin Kholin and I WANT IT. 

[grailfinders]

Fate and Phantasms #100: Helena Blavatsky

It’s finally here, the one hundredth build of this series! I wonder what big-name servant we’re making for the milestone! Merlin? Skadi?

Alright, we can work with that.

Today on Fate and Phantasms’ 100th episode, we’re making the pint-sized powerhouse Helena Blavatsky! With the help of her Mahatmas, Helena is a useful all-around caster who can also blast enemies with beams of light from unidentified flying objects.

Check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

Next up: Chaldea’s next top backpack

Race and Background

Like most servants, Helena is probably a human (or revenant, if you want to nitpick), but you’re small for an adult, look way younger than you really are, and are something of an eccentric, so all that points to being a Gnome. Specifically, Rock Gnomes are tinkerers and geniuses, and that will give you +2 Intelligence and +1 Constitution; Darkvision; Gnome Cunning, giving you advantage on all intelligence, wisdom, and charisma saves against magic, Artificer’s Lore, doubling your History proficiency when figuring out magical, alchemical, or technological items, and the Tinker ability, which lets you spend an hour to make small clockwork items. The Clockwork Toy that you can make this way will make your first Colonel Olcott, but we’ll get more impactful ways to make them later.

You’re a Cloistered Scholar, giving you proficiency in History so your Lore can actually be used for something, and Arcana because you’re literally a caster.

Ability Scores

Your highest ability score should be Intelligence- You get a lot of your power from the Mahatmas, but you still have to do your fair share of studying to make it work as well as you do. Second highest is Charisma. You study the world, but you also have your own way of seeing the world, and it’s so pervasive it actually effects how things work. After that is Dexterity; you’re small and clearly don’t wear armor. After that is Constitution, mostly because everything else is worse. Your Wisdom is pretty low, having your own filter on the world kind of skews your ability to see the hard facts. However, you’re really bad at Strength. We don’t need it, and you don’t have it.

Class Levels

1. Warlock 1: Congratulations on signing on with Mahatma Inc., your leading source for arcane power! Lorewise, the Mahatmas would probably be Archfey or Great Old Ones, but we need a patron that can make you fly and fire massive flaming blasts of light, and that’s the Efreeti to a T. When you sign up with them, you get Pact Magic, spell slots that regenerate on short rests. You can use these slots to cast Spells using your Charisma as the casting ability. You also get a Genie’s Vessel, a tiny object you can vanish inside of once per long rest thanks as a Bottled Respite. While you’re holding the item you can also use your Genie’s Wrath to add fire damage to an attack roll-based damage equal to your proficiency bonus once per turn. Finally, you get proficiency in Wisdom and Charisma saves, as well as Nature and Religion checks. You study the world around you to find more signs of the Mahatmas, so you’ve gotten pretty good at it.

Like most casters, Helena’s spell list shouldn’t be taken as gospel- she’s a very versatile caster, so feel free to mix things up. Really, this is true of every part of every build we make, but especially your magic.

Anyway, grab Eldritch Blast for some caster balls, Mage Hand to move the colonel around, Comprehend Languages because I doubt the Mahatmas speak common, and Burning Hands for a bit of fire power.

2. Wizard 1: Warlocks are great, but they don’t really get many spell slots. Wizards are way more your speed right now anyway. At first level, you get Spellcasting, another set of spell slots that can cast Intelligence based spells. The number of spell slots you get here don’t mix with your warlock slots, but your wizard slots can be used for warlock spells and vice versa. You also get an Arcane Recovery- once per day, you can recover a number of spell slots with a combined level total of half your wizard level rounded up. I know this is a wild concept, but don’t worry, you’ll be fine.

For wizard spells, grab Fire Bolt, Ray of Frost, and Magic Missile for even more caster balls, Prestidigitation, Silent Image, Feather Fall, and Detect Magic for utility, as well as Sleep, and Silent Image to avoid combat where possible.

3. Warlock 2: Now that we doubled your spellcasting ability, we should be able to sling a few more spells as we work with the Mahatmas. Second level warlocks get Eldritch Invocations, which you can use to customize your workplace experience. Save one for later, but pick up Armor of Shadows now to save you a lot of spell slots down the road.

You also get Cause Fear, instilling fear in a single creature that fails a wisdom saving throw (its DC is 8 plus your charisma modifier plus your proficiency bonus). This is more of a “why not” spell than anything else, but it’s more things you can do.

4. Warlock 3: Third level warlocks get a Pact Boon, and the Pact of the Tome gives you a fancy new spellbook. This gives you three cantrips from any spell list, and act like warlock spells for you. Grab Guidance and Spare the Dying for even more versatility, as well as... hm, let’s say Thorn Whip, why not. You can also grab the invocation Book of Ancient Secrets, learning two ritual spells from any spell list, but you can only cast them as rituals. You can add other ritual spells to the book as you adventure, but it will cost you time and money to do so. Grab Find Familiar to make a more magical Colonel, and Unseen Servant for another way to carry your clockwork colonel around.

If you don’t want to wait around 10 minutes for one Colonel, you can also cast Flock of Familiars using your regular spellcasting to make up to three of them instead.

5. Warlock 4: Use your first Ability Score Improvement to power up your Charisma for better warlock spells. Speaking of, you also get Minor Illusion as a cantrip this level, as well as Scorching Ray.

6. Wizard 2: You didn’t think we were done with wizard, did you? The Mahatmas may have given you a cool book, but your hard work will take it to the next level as an Order of Scribes wizard. You can make a Wizardly Quill to magically erase your writing and drastically shorten the time it takes to copy spells, from two hours per level to two minutes. You can also use it to make an Awakened Spellbook. I’m pretty sure this could be the same book your warlock spells are kept in, but the final say’s up to your DM. This spellbook can act as your focus, swap damage types between wizard spells that share a level, and speed up a ritual cast from the spellbook once per long rest. 

You also pick up Charm Person and Catapult this level.

7. Warlock 5: Your spell slots go up a level and you pick up a new invocation. Grab Eyes of the Rune Keeper to make sense of the Mahatma’s teachings, and Magic Circle to protect an area from extraplanar forces. Or lock said extraplanar forces in place.

8. Warlock 6: Sixth level warlocks get a new spell, and Thunder Step gives you some extra mobility and damage. You also get an Elemental Gift from the Mahatmas, giving you resistance to fire damage, and a flying speed that you can use for 10 minutes per long rest per point of you proficiency bonus. It doesn’t say you can fly thanks to a UFO, but it doesn’t not say that, so go with what your heart says.

9. Wizard 3: Third level wizards get second level spells. Enlarge/Reduce and Web are great ways to control enemies, either shrinking them down to near uselessness or sticking them in a trap while the rest of the party sets up for hurting them.

10. Wizard 4: Use this ASI to become an Elemental Adept. You’ve got a lot of different kinds of spells, but your biggest and flashiest are Fire damage based, so this will let you ignore fire resistance, and all damage dice rolled count as at least a 2. To celebrate, grab Flaming Sphere for an Unidentified Flaming Object, as well as Hold Person and Gust to keep people over the fires and fan the flames, respectively.

11. Wizard 5: Fifth level wizards get third level spells. Clairvoyance gives you even more utility, and Counterspell is just a good spell in general.

12. Wizard 6: You can now Manifest Mind, creating another kind of Colonel that can telepathically share information with you, and can act as the source of your spells a number of times per long rest equal to your proficiency bonus. You have to use your bonus action to move it around, but it’ll remain operational at a range of 300′. You can make a Colonel this way once per long rest, or by spending a spell slot to do so.

13. Warlock 7: Seventh level warlocks get fourth level spells. There isn’t any pressing need here, so grab Phantasmal Killer, why not. You also get the Far Scribe invocation, allowing you to cast Sending to creatures who have written their name in your book without spending materials or a spell slot. You can save a number of names in your book up to your proficiency bonus.

14. Warlock 8: Let’s get Blight for the hell of it. You also get another ASI, round up your Dexterity and Intelligence for stronger wizard spells and a higher AC.

15. Warlock 9: For your fifth level spell, grab Flame Strike for a very solid UFO beam that deals fire and radiant damage. You can also make an Ascendant Step to cast Levitate on yourself at will. It’s a concentration spell, but at least it can break your fall if your Elemental Gift runs out at an inopportune time.

16. Warlock 10: Tenth level genie warlocks make a Sanctuary Vessel for themselves and allies. When you enter your Bottled Respite, up to five willing creatures can come with you. Also, staying in the vessel for at least 10 minutes acts as a short rest, and they gain additional healing if they spend hit dice in the vessel.

17. Warlock 11: At eleventh level, warlocks get a Mystic Arcanum, letting them cast a sixth level spell once per long rest. Grab True Seeing to unlock the mysteries of the world around you.

18. Warlock 12: Use your last ASI to bump up your Charisma for stronger warlock spells, and grab the invocation Eldritch Mind to make concentration a bit easier on you.

19. Warlock 13: Thanks to your seventh level Mystic Arcanum, you can now Plane Shift to the realm of the Mahatmas (Genies)!

20. Warlock 14: Your capstone level allows you to make a Limited Wish, thanks to the Mahatmas. You can cast a spell though your Vessel without using a spell slot or any components. The only requirements are that is is 6th level or lower and takes 1 action to cast. You can use this every 1d4 long rests.

Pros:

You are an unparalleled spellslinger, especially among warlocks. You can cheat spells out with wishes and rituals, regain more than your fair share on short rests, and mess around with how your spells work by swapping damage types or casting them through the colonel. You can also make some funky travel arrangements by combining mage hand, the colonel, and your Genie’s Vessel. Multiclassing with Wizard also comes with the added benefit of being able to copy spells down on top of learning them normally- thanks to your warlock slots, you can still copy wizard spells up to 5th level.

Mixing these casting classes together, plus your normal Gnome abilities, make your Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma saves very solid, preventing you from being charmed, frightened, or thrown into another plane.

Being able to fly is awesome. Being able to fly as a squishy wizard is even better. Being able to fly without concentration is nearly broken.

Cons:

Mixing spellcasters also leaves you without 9th level spells. Jury-rigged transport is cool and all, but it doesn’t beat just getting wish normally.

You have Low HP, so if you end up fighting someone who can shoot you out of the sky, you’re going to have a bad time. It’s also really hard to not look like the biggest target when you just burned a hole in the world with a UFO.

You rely on a lot of fragile knickknacks to make this build work- your vessel and all three kinds of colonels (mind, clockwork, and familiar) all have even lower HP than you have, and affect your ability to function to varying degrees.

[jitterbugperson]

Talentswap Au Pologue: Part 3

This isn’t getting much attention, but I’m still working on it! I really hope more people see this soon, I’m working hard on it and it’s a real passion of mine. Also sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes, I didn’t read this over before posting this, I wanted to get it out quickly.

Kaede looks at the list in her hands, and goes through it quickly, not dwelling too long on anyone in particular. Each person got pointed to as she went through the list, allowing Kaito a few seconds to try and memorize and match names to appearances.

Kirumi Tojo, Ultimate Martial Artist- Light green long hair tied up with a ribbon, wearing a  short button up and tie with a few colored bandaids on her arms.

Himiko Yumeno, Ultimate Pop Sensation- Short bob of red hair, wearing a frilly light red and pink dress with several bracelets on her arms and pins in her hair. The one currently putting the colored band-aids on Kirumi’s arms.

Angie Yonaga, Ultimate Clairvoyant - White hair cut straight and short, wearing a  purple cloak, several piercings, scattered tattoos on her exposed skin of her arms, legs, and stomach. Currently talking to Rantaro.

Rantaro Amami, Ultimate Gambler- Short green hair, wearing a vest and bowtie, sleeve of tattoos. Currently listening to Angie ramble.

Gonta Gokuhara, Ultimate Moral Compass- Long green hair in a loose ponytail, very muscular, wearing a school uniform. Trying to get Ryoma to stop smoking

Ryoma Hoshi, Ultimate Biker Gang Leader- Very short, wearing a beanie and leather jacket, carries a pack of cigarettes. Currently smoking and being worried over by Gonta.

Tsumugi Shirogane, Ultimate Swimming Pro- Long blue hair in a high ponytail, wearing a baggy jacket and athletic shorts. Currently talking to Tenko.

Tenko Chabashira, Ultimate Softball Player- Dark green hair in a braid, wearing a star covered ballcap and a jean jacket with pins on it over a t-shirt and pants with holes in them. Currently talking to Tsumugi.

Kiibo Iidabashi, Ultimate Programmer- White hair, wearing a green and grey hoodie and headphones. Currently standing away from the others with his headphones on.

Korekiyo Shinguji, Ultimate Writing Prodigy- Long straight blue hair, round glasses, a small black mask over his mouth, wearing a sweater and jeans. Currently standing next to Kiibo, also away from the main group.

After going through the names, Kaede looks at him with a small smile.

“Got it alright?” She asks, still holding the list. Despite not fully memorizing the people, names, and talents in such a small window of time, he nods. 

“Yup.” He’s lying, but she doesn’t seem to catch on, simply folding the paper and putting it back into her pocket.

Kaito lets his eyes wander, gazing over the grouped up people. For the situation they were all in, they seemed surprisingly put together. At least no one was freaking out, so that’s a good sign. They were all ultimates though, so that is to be expected.

He cleared his throat, turning to Kaede.

“So, what now? None of us know how we got here, the windows are closed off, I’m assuming there’s no exit. And there’s no teachers, from what I’ve seen.” He questioned, almost into thin air as Kaede had no answers for him.

Thankfully, there was someone who could answer his question for him. As soon as he asked the question, an annoyingly high pitched voice called out.

“Ahem! Ahem! Mic check, one two! This is a test of the school broadcast system!

It rang out throughout the room, followed by a loud chime.

Ding dong, bing bong

Everyone turned their heads to the noise, and saw a monitor at the front of the room spark to life. Through static, a small, bear shaped silhouette could be seen.

“Am I on? Can everyone hear me? Okay, well then, to all incoming students, I would like to begin the entrance ceremony! We’ll be starting at about… right now! Please make your way to the gym at your earliest convenience. That’s all! I’ll be waiting~”

After the sing-songy voice cut off, everyone stood silent for a few moments.

What the hell?

“What the hell?!” Someone shouted out, speaking what everyone was thinking. Kaito turned to the voice, seeing Miu still staring at the monitor, her face one of confused shock. At her comment, everyone else looked around nervously, unsure what to do,

“Hey now, let’s just stay calm. This is probably just to get us excited for the entrance ceremony, that’s all.” The green haired guy in the vest and bowtie stepped forward, a calm smile on his face. Rantaro, Kaito reminded himself.

“A-Are you sure? This all seems too strange to be normal for a school, but I don’t know.” The kid with the headphones replied nervously, his headphones now dangling at the sides of his neck.

“I’m sure we’ll be okay Kiibo, I mean, we’re all okay now, right?” Himiko smiles at the taller student, who looked away, avoiding eye contact, and instead stared at the ground. 

“Yeah, alright.” Kiibo nods, and Himiko grabs his hand in a comforting gesture. 

As soon as she does that, there’s a scoff from the front of the entrance hall. Facing the noise, Kaito notices it’s the purple haired kid from earlier, looking at the scene with a small sneer.

Without saying a word, he turns around and walks out of the room, heading down the hall and towards the gymnasium, leaving everyone else behind.

Tenko and Tsumugi exchanged looks.

“What’s his deal?” The girl haired girl commented, snarky and obviously not a fan of his attitude.

“I’m not sure, but he does seem to have the right idea. If the entrance ceremony is starting, wouldn’t it be a good idea to head to the gym?” Tsumugi adds, talking to no one in particular. The others look around, before unanimously deciding that heading to the gym would be the best idea at the moment.

The group of 15 split into smaller groups as they walked down the halls, similar to the groups in the entrance hall. Maki and Shuichi, Tsumugi and Korekiyo, Gonta and Kirumi, Angie, Ryoma, and Rantaro, Tenko, Himiko, and Kiibo, and Kaito, Miu, and Kaede. Together they headed to the gym, the purple haired kid already there waiting for them. 

Next to Kaito, he heard Kaede speak up to both him and Miu.

“Don’t you think it’s odd we didn’t see any other students on our way here?”

Now that he thought about it, yeah that did seem pretty weird. Judging by the look on Miu’s face, she thought so too.

“Hey, you’re right. Where the hell is everyone?” Miu shouts out, a little louder than necessary.

The response she got was similar to Kaito’s in the Entrance Hall, replied to by the same high pitched voice.

“Hey there, howdy, hello! Is everyone here?”

Without waiting for anyone to answer, they continued.

“Good! Then, let’s get things rolling!”

As soon as those words were spoken, a small, animatronic teddy bear popped out from behind the podium on the stage, its body split into a half of black and a half of white. No one dared to move or speak for a few seconds, trying to take it in.

“Is that… a stuffed bear?” Korekiyo asked out loud, voice quiet and full of disbelief.

“I am not a stuffed bear!” The bear cried out, angry at that notion.

“I am Monokuma! This school’s headmaster.”

Just when I thought this day couldn’t get any weirder.

The bear stepped down from the podium and walked closer to the students, and the knot of anxiety that’d slowly been accumulating in Kaito’s stomach turned to outright dread as he realized how absolutely screwed they were. This was definitely not a normal school, much too weird for Hope’s Peak, and certainly not a school that made the tiniest bit of sense.

“Nice to meet you all!” 

After Monokuma finished his introduction, everyone stood still and quiet, just staring at the bear.

“Um, is anyone else seeing and hearing the same thing? I’m not hallucinating this?” Tsumugi asked, looking at the other for confirmation.

“I am not a stuffed bear!! How many times do I have to tell you!” He yelled out angrily, jumping out at her and causing her to flinch back.

“Eeeeek! Get away from me!!” She yelled, putting her hands in front of her face. Quickly, Tenko, who’d been standing next to Tsumugi, jumped in front of her, hands out wide.

“Back up little dude.” The green-haired girl hissed out, glaring at the bear.

“Stop it, both of you!! It’s not like it can do anything to you, even if it can… walk and talk, for some reason.” Kaede tried to reason, not wanting people to get worked up for no reason.

“No no, little miss jumpy over here has the right idea. I could kill you if I wanted!” The bear chuckled, causing a few people to exchange looks.

“Well, anyway, do you happen to know why we’re here, mister...Monokuma?” Gonta speaks up, ignoring the potential death threat in favor of getting some answers.

“Ah, yes! Of course, that is why I brought you all here!” Monokuma exclaims, and a few students relaxed a bit at the notion that their questions would soon be addressed.

Kaito wasn’t one of those. He wasn’t sure why, but he just felt…off. Something wasn't right here, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Monokuma cleared his throat(?).

“Now, continuing with the entrance ceremony! First, we should address what your school life will be like here! Yes, this should be the first thing to talk about since you’ll be living the rest of your lives out here.”

He said it so calmly, yet Kaito felt his heart stop. Looking around at everyone else, they seem to have heard it too, all wearing similar expressions

“Yes yes, you students are the hope of this world! You will all spend the rest of your life designated only to the grounds of this school, protected from the outside world!”

“H-Huh? That’s not… you’re not serious are you?” Kaito spoke, now hoping that this was all an extremely elaborate prank like he’d thought in the beginning.

“I am one hundred percent serious, my little luckster! But do not worry, we have quite the budget, so your life here will be quite comfortable! You will be more than accommodated for here at the academy.”

“Wait, so we’re stuck here? With no way out?!” Tenko shouts, her eyes wide with fear.

“Yup! You’re all completely cut off from the outside world! You can call for help all you want, but you’re stuck within these walls for the rest of your life!”

The room was silent, everyone quietly panicking at the news that they’re stuck in here forever. What about their f”milies? Their friends on the outside? Their lives on the outside?

“Aww, why do you all look so glum! You all came here of your own free will, didn’t you?”

Well, he isn’t entirely wrong.

“I guess you’ll all be happy to hear, there is something I forgot to mention. There is one way out, and only one.”

Everyone perked their heads up at that, some skeptic, others willing to listen.

“I’ve created a special rule, allowing those who wish to leave the ability to do so! With some conditions of course.”

“Spit it out already, we’re tired of waiting.” Ryoma grumbled, looking heavily annoyed at all this stalling and back and forths.

“Hold your horses, I’m getting to that!” The bear shouted, angry.

“Now then, what I was trying to say is that this school has what is called a Graduation Clause. The lifestyle you all will have here is one of order, but should someone interrupt said order, they and they alone would be allowed to leave.”

Kaito quirked an eyebrow.

“Interrupt the order? What does that mean?”

“Ah, curious one, aren’t you. What I mean by that is, in order to leave, someone needs to commit a crime most unspeakable, one that would truly disrupt the natural order. Murder, to be more specific.”

At that, everyone’s face paled a good few shades.

“Asphyxiation, blood loss, snapping of the neck, cutting off all blood flow to the brain, get creative! It doesn’t matter the process, all that matters is someone’s heart stops beating! That is the only way to escape this school.”

Katio could feel his breath picking up, panic becoming the leading emotion in his head. Kill someone to leave? That’s insane!! He was losing his grip, heart beating out of his chest and his hands gripping the sleeves of the others absurdly tight. A hand dropped to his soldier, surprisingly calm. He looked up and saw the Ultimate Affluent Progeny, lips in a taut line as she stared at the black and white bear.

“What makes you think we’ll just go along with this? Do you forget we’re children? The chances of us getting the nerve to kill someone is absolutely absurd, and this is considering you’re telling the truth. Chances are, this is some trick, a prank of some sort. Why someone would go through this much trouble to prank us, I don’t know, but there is no way you would be allowed to do this, considering some of our home lives.” Kaede spoke with such confidence and authority, the kind Kaito likes to pretend to have but could never amount to. A kind of confidence bread by experience, one she could only get in the kind of life she lives.

The bear quirked his little head.

“You all keep acting like this isn’t real. What is it gonna take to convince you that you’re stuck here forever? Because this isn’t a joke you know.”

As soon as Monokuma finished his sentence, there was a short rustling sound, a blur of motion, and suddenly, Monokuma was being held in the air. Holding him up in a death grip was the short purple haired kid, an ice glare on his face.

“I don’t know what your game is, or what psycho decided it would be a fun idea to mess with us. Whatever your reason, I’m not a fan, so I’m giving you about ten seconds to cut this shit out before I destroy your little toy.”

“A-Ah! This is certainly unexpected!”

“10.��

“Hold on now! You have no idea what I’m capable of little boy-” The grip on the bear’s face tightened.

“9.”

“You don’t want to do this, trust me.”

“8.”

“Alright, if this is what you want!”

“8.” An autonomous voice joined in with the smaller boy’s counting.

“7.”

“7.” 

“Hey, m-maybe you should put it down.” Himiko stepped forward towards the boy and the robot.

“Stay out of this!” The boy snapped, causing Himiko to yank her hand back.

“6.”

“6.”

“She has a point, I feel like you should let go of the-” Kirumi tried to reason, but was interrupted.

“5.”

“5.”

There were some metal clanging noises.

“What the hell is that?” Kaito shouted out.

“4.”

“4.”

“Seriously man, put the damn thing down!” Ryoma shouted, but he was ignored as well.”

“3.”

“3.”

“2.”

“2.”

The metal clanging got louder, and Kaito moved before he could think, his panic fueled adrenaline making him do something he normally wouldn’t.

“1.” 

As soon as he spoke the last number, Kaito pushed the bear out of his hands, stopping him from destroying it. The boy turned to the much taller one, the icy glare now directed to him.

“What the he-!” He was cut off as metal spikes sprung out of the belly of Monokuma, shooting straight up and out to the spot the kid previously stood, and still would have if he had still been holding the bear. The spikes pierced through the air, ripping through the fabric on the short kid’s shirt sleeve and the side of Kaito’s sweater, cutting through the skin with the tips of the metal. Both let out a surprised cry of pain, and Monokuma dropped on the floor with a small CLANG.

Kaito gripped his side with his opposite hand, a pained grimace on his face as he stared at the bear. He heard a few startled cries from behind him, and soon felt a pair of hands on his shoulders. Turning around, his face met a worried Miu’s, with Kaede soon behind him.

“Holy shit, you alright dude?” 

Breathing heavily, Kaito nodded.

“Yeah...yeah I’m okay.”

No one had time to move much before the metal spikes returned to the belly of the robot, sinking back in and being covered up as though they weren’t even there in the first place. Monokuma sprung up with a hearty chuckle.

“Looks like you got saved before I could skewer you! Well, at least now you know that I am serious about this! If that nosy kid hadn’t saved your ass, you’d be good as a shish-kebab!”

He laughed again.

“Now, it’s important to know that violence against the headmaster is strictly against the rules! I’ll let you off with a warning this time, but anyone else who disobeys the rules won’t be let off that easily.”

Everyone was silent, the gravity of the situation finally dawning on those who’d been skeptical before.

“I’m not unfair though! I’ll be giving you all fully digital e-Handbooks so that you know the rules of the school and what not to do! Remember, there are surveillance cameras all over the school, so don’t even think about getting away with anything naughty.”

Dread settled over the entire gym, everyone staring down at the handbooks being held to them as Monokuma went down the line. Once all were handed out, Monokuma straightened out.

“Well then, that’s the end of the entrance ceremony! I hope you all have a wonderfully depressing school life here at the school, and I look forward to what kind of murders you decide to come up with!”

He gave us a small wave, his unnerving half-smile still plastering on his face.

“See ya!”

And like that, he was gone, leaving us all to our own devices.

“Well, shit.”

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Kiss and Tell pt1

Look another au! Analoceit time! 

Summary: Logan knew what response he was supposed to give when his boyfriend's ex asked permission to kiss his boyfriend during a party game of spin the bottle.

He also knew that that response wasn't supposed to be "Yes please". 

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Logan Ackroyd can pinpoint the exact moment that all his troubles began: at a quarter till ten o'clock on the night of December 27th, while he is standing at the bar counter of Remy Dormire's kitchen, staring into the living room.

He knows this logically, irrefutably, because there's a picture of said problems circulating around the school’s social media and Logan cannot go more than five minutes without seeing it. He knows this logically, irrefutably, because he had seen the flash of Roman Prince's camera as he took said picture  to post on his Snap story from the corner of his eye. He knows this logically, irrefutably, because he every time he closes his eyes he sees that moment suspended in time, preserved in his memories like the entire entire party had been dipped in Amber and fossilized for him. 

It's ridiculous.

Embarrassing, even.

Logan hasn't been able to do any actual work for weeks now and it's all Virgil Storm's fault. 

Virgil Storm who had glared and hissed when people got into his personal space. Virgil Storm who hadn't worn anything other than that damn hoodie until he appeared in that party. Virgil Storm who had showed up like his namesake at the beginning of their senior year of high school a completely different person than from when he had moved away in sixth grade.

Virgil Storm who had looked Logan in the eye, biting his lip, hair teased from running fingers through it, glowing in the party lights, and asked that question in that husky tone. 

Logan was supposed to be the logical one of the group. 

But he knows-- oh god-- he knows that in that moment he just….stopped. He had been doomed before the first spin of that bottle. He had been doomed before Virgil had ever sat down in that circle of with that disastrous smirk and told Roman to get ready to lose. He had been doomed before Patton had ever finished explaining the rules.

He had been doomed from the moment that Virgil had shown up on the doorstep, twisting in his ripped purple T- shirt and shuffling in his black combat boots as if he wasn’t sure he was even allowed to be there at all, despite the way that Remus had swung himself over his shoulder and handed him a drink. 

Logan hadn’t wanted to play really. Public Displays of Affection weren’t really his thing. But Dee had squeezed his hand and asked him so nicely...and well Logan hasn’t really been able to say no to a little bit of fun with his boyfriend since they were in tenth grade.

Dee had dragged him into the circle, weaseling between Emile and Patton and settling Logan practically in his lap.

“Are you sure the lovebirds should be playing this one?” Remus had asked, “Its a kissing one!”

And perhaps Logan should have realized right then that he had a problem, because no one normal would want their significant other kissing someone else, right?

Logan had lost the game pretty early on, because Dee new just how to kiss Logan to drive him mad: all feather light and hesitant and submissive and begging for Logan to take control. Their lips were only touching for a second and then Logan’s hands were tearing into Dee’s leather jacket and yanking him closer while Roman, Remus, and Remy all whistle at them.

(The rules, of course, being some variation that Remus had spearheaded and Roman had… manipulated so that anyone else would want to play: One person spins the bottle and they have to kiss whoever it lands on and then whoever reaches to touch the other first, loses. Everything else about the game had changed depending on the whims of the players, the amount of drinks everyone’s had, and the music playing off of Remy’s phone.)

And Logan knows that Virgil and Dee have a history. The type of history that includes a treehouse, grape popsicles, and kissing in the back of a movie theater. It was the type of history that anyone else would have been nervous to hear about, suspicious of hearing about, paranoid from hearing about.

And Logan should have been worried: because he knew all of Dee’s tells, and he knew that when Dee had said “Its a long time over, Lo.” and “We were just kids, Lo.” and “I didn’t even remember him until he showed back up, Lo!” he hadn’t been telling the complete truth. Dee does a thing with his lips, a quirk, a slip of the lips when he lies that Logan is sure he’s the only one that knows about. Logan thinks about it a lot when its just the two of them on one of their beds and their textbooks all around them. And he thinks about kissing it right off Dee’s face and telling him to shut up almost every time he’s in his pyschology class.

But as it stood Patton had gotten Remus out of the game (laughing all the way), Emile had declared Roman the best kisser while frantically fanning his face, and Remy had kissed everyone at least once, tasting like coffee creamer for each of them. Then, Roman had blinked his eyes innocently at Virgil when the bottle had landed on him and Virgil had smiled oh-so-softly.

(Heart meltingly softly, cloud nine softly, blanket fort pillows softly.)

Virgil Storm, Logan had realized, was anything but than soft. It had taken all of three seconds: one to draw Roman in like a pig to slaughter, one for his teeth to peek between those pale lips of his, and one for Virgil to shift back on his haunches. Roman followed him down, and had his fingers in Virgil’s hair, Logan suspected, before Roman himself even knew what he was doing. 

By the time that reality had caught up with him, Roman was in Virgil’s lap, blinking in that cute dumb fashion of his which only came from being absolutely shocked and confused. Logan had doubted the poor kid could have told them his own name if they had asked him.

Virgil had merely licked his lips, dangerous and deadly and delicately, “Better Luck next time, Princey.”

The following round Logan had spun the bottle and landed on Dee, and he had thought he was going to win. He hadn’t, doesn’t, didn’t. Because while Logan is a scientist, Dee is a magician and his favorite trick is turning Logan into raging fire.

“I win,” Dee had said so very smugly, flicking that tongue between his lips just enough for Logan to yank him forward again.

Logan had scooted back after that, because Remus had started whining about lovebirds getting a room and Remy had asked if they had brought condoms for everyone and, really, Logan himself needed something to drink. Dee leveled him with an innocent look, and Logan couldn’t help but wish he could get rid of that sort of smile.

He had left to grab a water bottle from the cooler on the bar counter and when he turned back around Dee had spun the bottle and the party had gone quiet.

“Uh…” Roman had said. “Maybe spin again?”

“Yeah I--” Dee had swallowed hard staring at the bottle, at who was at the end of the bottle, and then at Logan with that sort of emotion in his eyes Logan reads between terrified and excited.

“That would be--” Virgil clears his throat, “I mean…”

No one moves. 

Least of all Logan who is standing with the bottle of water in his hand and not breathing at all.

“Hey, Ackroyd,” Virgil says nonchalantly, “Mind if I kiss that stupid expression off your boyfriend’s face?”

Logan knew what response he was supposed to give when his boyfriend's ex asked permission to kiss his boyfriend during a party game of spin the bottle.

He also knew that that response wasn't supposed to be "Yes please". 

But at 9:47 on the eve of the 27th of December, Logan watched Virgil and Dee make out on Remy Dormire’s living room floor.

And he liked it a lot more than he should.

[Part 2]

[the-septic-maniac]

True Hope's Peak Academy: The Reconstruction

SPOILER WARNING FOR PRACTICALLY THE ENTIRETY OF DANGANRONPA!

Deraila looked in the mirror checking if they looked okay. They were nervous as today was a very important day. Her and and their long time friend Luna, were holding a press conference announcing that The Ultimates are alive and well. She didn’t wear any formal clothing as she didn’t have any on hand. All she had was her old Hope’s Peak Academy school uniform, her lab clothes and her casual clothes. She didn’t feel comfortable wearing her Hope’s Peak uniform as it gave her bad memories. Her casual clothes consisted of a dark green tank top, black jeans, green combat boots with black laces, fingerless gloves, and a black leather jacket with green buttons. Her lab clothes consisted some of the same clothes as her casual with the exception of having a stained green lab coat, black t-shirt, and and black vinyl gloves. The two things that she constantly wore with all their outfits was a pair of aviator glasses, a belt with pouches that held two separate packs of gum and a jar of candy, and a beanie.

They decided to go with the casual clothing as those were the ones that she was the most comfortable in and they didn’t know how long this conference was going to be. Luna came in wearing a black suit and tie. “You ready?”she asked. Deraila took a deep breath and nodded. “Ready.” Luna walked around and found Mukuro and Taka. “Mukuro. Taka. It’s almost time for the conference. Mukuro, ensure that your crew is ready to go in case of an attack or an incident happens. Taka, is your speech ready?” Mukuro nodded and went off to check on her crew as they were on security. Taka nodded in confirmation “Yes, my speech is ready. Let us hope we can reestablish our connections with the public and start our crusade to a better future.” 

Deraila looked at a nearby clock. It was almost 1 PM which is when the conference was supposed to start. Deraila’s heart pounded through their chest as they walked to the entrance hall. She wondered how many questions would involve her past and the former remnants of despair. She got to the door to the outside. Luna and Taka followed not to far behind.  The three of them looked at each other, nodded and opened the giant metal door to the outside. We could hear the loud chattering of world representatives and reporters from inside the building even with the loud whirring of the door opening.

When the door fully opened, their senses were bombarded. Crisp, fresh air went into their lungs, the bright sun nearly blinded them, and the sounds of the outside world rang in their ears. Right in front of the entrance was a large group of people and a podium with a microphone on it. The school grounds, with the help of Daisaku and Santa made the outside of the campus more bright and lively looking with all the flowers and trees that were planted.

Taka walked up to the podium, checked the mic and started to speak. “Hello everyone and thank you for coming to the press conference. My name is Kiyotaka Ishimaru and I would like formally welcome you to True Hope’s Peak Academy. Before I introduce our main speakers, I would like to tell you a few things. One, please be aware of the fact that is you cause any problems, we will have security remove you from the premise. Two, please refrain from taking any photos till the end of the conference. Three, please turn your phone off or on vibrate. Four, be prepared for the conference to move into the building as although we have good security, the protesters could pose a risk to your safety. And five, please hold all unnecessary comments to yourself. Now it would be my honor to introduce our main speakers, Luna Wayne and Deraila Septica. These two have keep the lives of the people in this school. They have helped us in hard times and when the future was bleak and grim and riddled with despair, they helped light the way to where we are now.”  Deraila and Luna walked up to the podium. “Thank you Taka. My name is Luna Wayne and this is my partner Deraila Septica.”  Deraila had her hand on her belt and was fiddling with a pen. “ To get started, let us tell you what we've been doing in hiding.” A large tv was rolled out and a powerpoint come up. “We have been in hiding for almost 10 years and for good reason. In those years we’ve developed our own society, helped others in need that don’t immediately attack us or those who are in dire need. What had started this happened 10 to 12 years ago on this day. Deraila is here to explained what happened.” 

Deraila stepped up to the mic. “Thank you Luna. Before I start, I would like to apologize before hand for what I have done in the past and my actions. Awhile ago for those who don’t know, The Tragedy happened. The Hope’s Peak Student counsel had killed each other in a killing “game” after being shown images that were going to be used to blackmail them. Then one of the students, who I will not name for the sake of privacy, who was being experimented on was shown to the world and the accident was blamed on him. At the same time me and another student were being manipulated into creating the animation “Monokuma’s Gloomy Day” and what you all know as the Despair Disease. These were used to manipulate the reserve course students into attacking the main building. A few days later, the class of 77 had witnessed their class rep, die horribly and this made them spiral into a deep and horrible despair and they became what you will all know as the remnants of despair. From that point on havoc wrecked the world. Cities and even entire countries were wrecked with chaos. But the last glimmer of hope came in the form of the 78th class. These guys locked themselves in and were going to live their lives in Hope’s Peak in peace. At least thats what was suppose to happen. You see we had a traitor among us. This person was the exact same person who had planned the tragedy. While me and luna don’t exactly wish death upon a person, we hope that they are in a better mental state. We were put into a killing game just like the student council were. We were shown images of our loved ones in danger. This caused one of the students to try and lure and attack another. But fortunately we were able to stop them in time. It happened with other students as well but we were fortunate enough that with some help from who some of you will know as the ultimate clairvoyant, to stop these events from happening. We were able to get to the basement, after unlocking the floors. What we had found there was horrifying. We had found rooms designed to kill us. Each one was designed to bring us despair in our final moments. The ultimate clairvoyant upon entering these rooms had visions of what these rooms did and who they were meant for. A animator worked with him and they illustrated them to make these videos”

A video popped up on the screen. It showed the what was in the rooms and then showed a animation of who it was meant for getting horribly killed. The crowd gasped in horror as the video went on. When the video stopped the crowd was murmuring anxiously.

Deraila started to speak again “That was what would of happened if we had not stopped the killings from happening. After that we had started to make a plan to recover our loved ones who were being kept in a apartment building nearby. Mukuro Ikusaba, Mondo Oowada, Sakura Ogami and Luna all planed a mission to rescue these valuable people. When we finally rescued these people, some of them arrived with serious injuries. We treated them the best we could. The adults of the group became the council of our society in the beginning. We decided to rescue our fellow ultimates or anyone who had been under attack from what people had called ‘ultimate hunts’. These were conducted in case anyone was found or even seemed like they would have a ultimate talent. With the help of Mondo and Mukuro, they when on rescue missions across the country and even the world to rescue these people and to ensure that they got back safely. They built up their own teams, with two of them being the captives. Of course we couldn't do this with out sponsors. Luna and Togami had connections to many people and they helped us get to were we are know by helping us by giving supplies, giving us rides to the places that we need to get to and helping us build new parts of the school. Eventually we recovered the warriors of hope and the remnants of despair and helped return them to a some what normal state. At the time though, we still didn't have any recollection of what happened in years past. In order to do that, I had to make a modified version of the Despair disease strain, The remembrance disease. From that point on we recovered more ultimates and people who under attack by these ultimate hunts. Then fast forward to a week or two ago when we decided to reconnect full with the outside world. I’m going to hand it back over to Luna.” 

Deraila walked back and grabbed a piece of gum out and chewed it anxiously as Luna took the podium again. “Thank you before we get to questions, i would like to thank our security lead by Mukuro Ikusaba and her right hand woman Kanon Nakajima, for keeping watch and ensure that we are safe Now any questions?”

(use the askbox to ask questions)

[timeforelfnonsense]

Mistress Wit

Wyll x Criella

Rating: T 

Ao3

With Patch 3 out now, I decided to make another bg3 oc to romance Wyll! Dafni will still be the main character so to speak of my bg3 writing with Criella serving as a secondary protag & member of the party in Sunshine and Starlight. She and Wyll will also be getting their own little collection with Dafni & Astarion serving a similar role! However, as my writing is pretty ship centered you wouldn't really need to read one to enjoy the other!

                                                     Prologue

Criella brought her hands above her head, fists pounding against the transparent shield that kept her snuggly trapped in the mind flayer pod. If she could just find a weak spot…

Ah-ha!

It was faint but, Criella spotted a hairline fracture in the upper right portion of the glass. Perfect. Her tail dipped into the worn leather bag strapped to her thigh seeking her tinker’s tools. If she could just find her mallet she’d be able to shatter the glass and free herself from her confines. She reached for the top of her head, pulling her goggles over her eyes. With one precise strike, the mallet made contact with the pod’s lid. What had started as a single small fracture now spread across the whole surface in a spiderweb of spits and breaks. Carefully, her fingertips traced the somatic symbol needed to cast a gust cantrip.

“Ventus!” With the command spoken a small tempest broke free of her palms sending shards of glass flying across the clearing.

Her boots hit the ground with a soft thunk, the collateral of her escape crunching beneath her feet. She scanned her surroundings nose wrinkling with repugnance. This was definitely not Waterdeep. She’d crashlanded in some sort of hinterlands located god knows where. She brought her fingertips to her temples rubbing away the tension with little circles. She needed to locate civilization and quickly. It was only a matter of time before the dangerous effects of the tadpole squirming behind her eye would manifest.

She dug around her bag until her hand found its target. A spyglass forged of brass, runes of her creation glowing across the tarnished cylinder. Pushing her googles back up, she pressed the scope to her eye looking out into the forest. Her mind tingled, the Spyglass of Clairvoyance reveling a small settlement nestled in a nearby grove. It was no city of splendor but it was a lead. The only one she had anyway. Perhaps, whoever called the grove home would be able to point her towards the nearest healer if they didn’t have one of their own. Her body ached from the top of her horns to the tip of her tail. Even if they couldn’t see to the parasite they could ease the discomfort of being crammed into a pod had caused.

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Criella sat atop a traveler’s chest, her tail flicking idle from side to side. The groves healer had just set out alongside a mercenary band just recently. Meaning her only choice was to doodled among the druids until their Master Halsin returned. She let out a huff of air, blowing away a stray strand of straight, lilac hair from her eyes. If someone were asked to rattle off a list of locations they might find Criella Wit of Waterdeep, a druid’s grove would certainly not have been among them. She’d never been one for nature’s charms. Given the choice between a bustling market or a quiet glen, Criella would have picked the crowded walkways and noisy rabble of the city to the glen every time. At least she was among kin. All around her other Tieflings mulled about weary faced as they set to packing up what little they had. Criella’s gloved fingertips tapped out an anxious rhythm on the side of the chest. Criella knew better than most that right and wrong could be terms with objective definitions. But turning out helpless refugees and children? That was wrong by every definition. She had sat in Zevlor’s quarters discussing the events that lead his people to take refuge among The Oak Father’s servants. They had come from Eturel originally- Collateral damage in the wake of post-Decent xenophobia. People who had once been treasured friends and neighbors became easy scapegoats for the suffering Elturel’s people experienced in the hells. Her grip on the chest tightened. Were it not for the black leather gloves her pointed fingernails would certainly have left a mark on its suede surface. Well, if the druids weren’t going to help she would. She pulled out a well-weathered note pad and nub of charcoal. She could adapt her design for the Protector canon with relative ease. She’d have to find a way to streamline and simplify it given her the groves appalling lack of anything metal. What she wouldn’t do for steel and iron! Perhaps their smith would have some to spare though she doubted it by the state of his forge. “What are you drawing?” a tiny sing-song voice asked. Criella glanced up from her work. A little tiefling girl of no more than 10, was staring owlishly over the edge of her notebook. Criella’s lips quirked, tuning the book so the girl could get a better look at her scribblings. “It’s a diagram of an Eldritch Canon. I’ve made hundreds of the things but today I’m working on one just for you and your friends. To keep you safe.” She explained, tapping the tip of her finger to the sketch, “It’s sort of a… a mechanical cleric! If anyone gets hurt on the road it might be able to help.” “You can make that?” The child whisperer reverently. “I can make anything.” Criella winked, “Just give time and the right tools.” “Could you teach me?” She asked, her lower lip quivering ever so slightly, “I want to be able to make anything! I want to help! I’m not good at fighting or sneaking like the others maybe I’m good at making things!” Criella let out a chime of warm laughter. The little girl’s eyes were full of wonder and optimism despite all she and her kin had endured recently. She’d too had been more interested in tomes and tinkering as a girl. While her peers were swinging sticks and imagining themselves as knights and guardsmen, little Ella would climb the tallest tree in the yard and name it Blackstaff Tower. “Well I can’t teach you how to make everything in just one day but, I can show you a few things.” Criella brought her hand to her lips, sharp teeth tugging the grove from her left hand. With a heartfelt smile she extended her hand to her would-be apprentice, “They call me Misstress Wit of Waterdeep but since we are friends, you can call me Criella.”

Wyll walked the length of the makeshift training ground. Adjusting postures and offering up every word of tender engorgement he knew. The tiefling children had been ecstatic to meet a ‘real-life hero’, bombarding him with sweet, curious questions the moment he stepped through the gate. After such a warm welcome teaching a few sparing lessons while he waited for Halsin to return, was the least he could do. These children had already witnessed more than many noble old men would in their whole lives. They should have been chasing frogs, enjoying their childhoods without fear. Not training for battles they couldn’t win. Despite the cheerless nature of his thoughts, Wyll put on his warmest, bordering on a fatherly grin. “Not bad! Not bad! Now, remember not to keep yourself so open.” He instructed demonstrating his instruction for a little boy with rusty hair, “Like this.” “Keep it up little one. You’ll be a fine warrior one day!” A lovely voice called. The gentle, golden timbre belonged to a statuesque tiefling woman. Wyll’s heart sputtered a bit when her soft silver eyes fell across his face. A dazzling smile on her rose-petal pink lips. Walking beside her was a child- Nalia, the little girl with a missing horn. He’d invited her to spar but she’d only blushed and ran off. “Wyll! I look at what I made!” Nalia shouted dragging the pretty-pink woman along behind her. When she reached the ring she pulled free a small metal gadget no bigger than her palm. The steal contraption glowed with a soft purple light. It’s slivery surface marked with an inscription: Be Brave, scrawled in infernal. “Aren’t you clever!” He said crouching down to admire her handiwork, “What is it?” “It’s an eldritch canon!” She rolled her eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world The woman stifled a giggle, covering her grin with the back of her gloved hand. “Is that safe?” He asked cocking an eyebrow at the smirking beauty. “Yes! think of it as a mechanical cleric, Wyll!” Nalia said winking at her companion, “I’m going to be an artificer just like Mistress Wit!” “That’s right!” Wit nodded, “I think you’ve done enough work for today apprentice. Go on, take the rest of the day off...” As Wit trailed off a strange feeling began to unwind in Wyll's mind. The sights and smells of an unfamiliar harbor city danced across his senses. He could almost feel the sea breeze on his face. He saw a workshop so organized and meticulous it reminded him of his time with The Fist. He felt the uneven surface of cobbles stone under his feet as he tore after a thief, tears stinging at his eyes as the hooded figure mad off with the last project he and a half-drow woman had planned before she left. Lastly the memory of being confined to a pod and dragged to the hells. Wit blinked back at him dazed. Her slender nose wrinkled, her lips turned down in a worried grimace. “We should talk.”

Criella sat across from the Wyll at a shabby picnic table, poking at her gruel with a wooden spoon. The old woman had called it vegetable soup but remind her too much of the oil she used for in some of her machines to be palpable. “Not much for stew eh?” He teased taking a long sip of his bowl, “You haven’t spent much time in the wilds, have you?” “I am I that obvious?” she giggled, “I’m from Waterdeep- I’ve lived there all my life. Not much work out here in the woods for someone in my line of work.” Wyll tilted his head, bringing his chin to rest along the top of his knuckles, “Oh? And what is your line of work Wit?” He hadn’t heard of her? How strange. She was something of an arcane darling back home. If you asked someone where to inspired spellwork or magical mending. If they had any sense they would give you one answer: Wit and Wander. Well- Just Wit since Zoria had left for Neverwinter with her new wife…. “I’m many things; wizard, artificer, genius. Take your pick.” Wyll chuckled raising his tankard in approval of her assuredness, “Impressive.” “And what about you Wyll?” She said playfully, “Let me guess? You are a soldier. Mercenary? No, you are too upstanding to be a sellsword.” “They call me the Blade of the Frontiers.” He stated with a proud nod before continuing “Monster hunter. Hero. Protector of the common folk.” “The Blade of Frontiers? Now that’s a name!” She whistled, “And I thought Misstess Wit was a clever epithet! Now tell me Blade- How did you find yourself aboard the nautiloid?” Before he could respond the sound of a war horn rang out across the grove. Zevlor sprinting past them as shouting about a goblin siege at the front gate. Both adventures sprung to their feet as panic spread among the refugees. “Alright Blade.” Criella purred pulling her storm canon from the holster at her hip, “Let see if you live up to the legend.”

[findingyouagain]

𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷 ( 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝙴 ).

Feelings could override facts, as facts could alter feelings. Choose the truth first, rather than following after feelings. — Anthony Liccione

"At least you're up on time this morning."

Kennedy glanced up from her spot on the kitchen counter, a bowl of Cheerios in her left hand and a spoon in her right, her feet kicking back and forth in the air. She watched as her father, still dressed in his pajama pants and robe, made his way to the fridge, pulling out the orange juice and setting the carton on the counter next to her.

Kennedy took another bite of cereal. "To be fair, I was on time yesterday morning as well, just not Monday."

"Or last night," Bryan quipped as he opened the cabinet above Kennedy's head and grabbed a clear glass.

Kennedy shrugged, having no desire to rehash the breaking of her curfew from the previous night. Instead, she pointed at her father's attire with the end of her spoon. "No work today I see?"

Shaking his head, Bryan poured the orange juice into his glass. "Don't try and change the subject, Kenn. You know, I should ground you for coming home late."

"Extreme circumstances, Dad.," she huffed. Kennedy jumped down from the counter and walked over to the sink, turning the faucet on. She washed the last bit of Cheerios and milk down the drain. "Like I told you last night—Vicki Donovan got attacked by a cougar or mountain lion or something, and I called 911, meaning I had to stick around to give my statement to the police. That's why I was late."

"That excuse would work except you didn't bother to call me or your mom to inform us what was going on."

Kennedy sighed, placing the dirty bowl in the dishwasher. "Again, after I got off the call with the police, my phone died, and I was a little busy trying to make sure Oliver didn't go full-freak out mode on an ambulance driver—look, are we just going to repeat our entire conversation from last night? Because if so, let's skip to the part where you've decided to ground me anyway despite the fact that I already said I'm sorry." She leaned against the counter and glanced down at her watch. Bonnie and Elena would be pulling into the driveway soon. "It won't happen again, I promise."

Bryan sipped his orange juice, staring at Kennedy with uncertain eyes. It wasn't that he didn't trust his daughter. He did. She was one of the most responsible teenagers in Mystic Falls (even if she could backtalk her way out of most problems, even if he did let her get away with sneaking out with Oliver to go to parties every so often, even if he did notice that occasionally the bourbon in his home office would be a little lower than usual right around finals week in school); however, he was worried something extreme might happen again, and instead of Vicki Donovan or some other kid, Kennedy would be the one in danger. "Okay, I'm not going to ground you. If I did, I'd be going back on what I told you last night. But—and this is an important but—you have to respect the curfew from now on. No second chances, Kennedy."

"Thank you, thank you!" Kennedy squealed as she bit back the urge to reply this was her second chance. She rushed up and wrapped Bryan in a hug, almost causing his juice to spill out of the glass still in his hand.

"You're welcome."

Releasing her father from the hug, Kennedy stepped back and leaned against the counter. "And I can still go with Bonnie to her grandmother's house for dinner? You'll cover for me at church, yeah?"

A honk blared through the house, and Kennedy looked out the window to see Bonnie's Prius pulling into the driveway. "Yes, but I'm sure Pastor Young will miss your help at bible study. Now, go to school." She nodded, grabbing her backpack off the table. "And expect there to be extra chores around the house that need your attention this week!"

"Love you too!"

Two hours later, Kennedy tapped a red pen against her desk in Mr. Tanner's classroom. Having finished stapling the class's first homework assignment together, her notebook lay open in front of her, revealing the sketched beginnings of a crow. Tanner stood in the front of the classroom, where he paced back and forth in front of his desk like he did every day. However, today he seemed to be ending class on a current local event rather than U.S. History.

"Originally discovered nearly 5 centuries ago, it hasn't been seen above Mystic Falls in over 145 years. Now, the comet will be its brightest right after dusk during tomorrow's celebration—are we bothering you?" Kennedy glances up to see Mr. Tanner standing over Elena's desk. She followed his gaze as he glanced over to Stefan before his eyes landed back on Elena. "Mr. Salvatore? Ms. Gilbert?"

The duo dropped their gazes, and Kennedy rolled her eyes. Her friend had never quite learned the art of discretion. She recalled last year, before Matt and Elena had started dating, Elena had been infatuated with Jason, one of Kennedy's teammates from track, and had been called out a few times by Mr. Tanner for the same longing glances.

The bell rang, and the class gathered their bags. Kennedy stood up, slinging her book bag onto her back and grabbing the homework assignments with one hand and her notebook and pen with the other.

"Here you go, Mr. Tanner," she said when she reached his desk. He took the stack of papers, acknowledging her with a nod before going to erase his chalkboard for the next class. Taking that as her cue to leave, Kennedy walked out of the room.

Students crowded the hall, pushing and shoving each other on their way to their next classes. Some lingered by their lockers, chatting with each other about homework assignments and awful teachers. It was only the third day of school, and already the students of Mystic Falls High were ready for the year to be over so they could hang around their houses all day long. Spotting Bonnie and Caroline, Kennedy hurried in their direction, leaving behind the two lovebirds and their discussion on Emily Bronte behind her.

"I'm confused. Are you psychic or clairvoyant?" Caroline asked as Kennedy began to walk in step next to the blonde.

Bonnie shot her a smile before answering. "Technically, Grams says I'm a witch. My ancestors were these really cool Salem witch chicks or something. Grams tried to explain it all, but she was looped on the liquor, so I kinda tuned out. Crazy family? Yes. Witches? I don't think so."

Kennedy laughed as the trio turned a corner. "She's been saying your guys were witches since we were kids, Bon. I don't think she's been looped on the liquor the past seventeen years."

Bonnie stopped short in the hallway, green eyes narrowing at Kennedy. "You think I'm a witch?"

Shrugging, Kennedy shook her head. "Nah, just stating an observation. A witch does sound pretty far-fetched, but you could be psychic, you know? There's thousands of people across the world who claim to be able to see the future or talk to ghosts. Not nearly as crazy sounding as a witch."

Bonnie rolled her eyes at her friend and opened her mouth to remark, but Caroline beat her to it. "Yeah, well, Bonnie, feel free to conjure up the name and number of that guy from last night."

"I didn't see him," Bonnie argued, smile lining her face. "You did. Why didn't you just talk to him?"

"I don't know. I was drunk."

Eyes furrowing in confusion, Kennedy glanced away from the bright pink poster on the wall that had caught her gaze and back to the blonde. Had she missed something after she had left the Grill? "What guy?"

"Oh, just some dude who showed up after you left." Bonnie shrugged her shoulders, fingers moving to twist the long necklace she was wearing. "I don't know why she's so infatuated though. She didn't even talk to him."

"Because he was hot. Capital H-O-T—hot," Caroline interjected with a giggle. Her grin was wide and contagious, and Kennedy felt a smile of her own reach her face. Now, she wished she had stayed around just a bit longer to get a glimpse at the guy the duo was referring to, even if it would have resulted in her actually being grounded.

All three girls giggled. Before they knew it, the bell rang again, and they departed off to their separate classes.

By the time her sixth and final period of the day came, Kennedy realized she hadn't spotted Oliver all day. Other than Calculus, the two didn't have any classes together, but they would normally, along with Vicki and occasionally the rest of the gang, sit and have lunch together outside if the weather was nice. However, if it was rainy or too cold, Kennedy tended to find herself in the school's library instead.

She glanced to the seat next to her, ignoring Mrs. Halpern as she began to describe limits in her nasally voice, and sighed as it remained empty. So, Oliver was definitely not at school then. Knowing she would have to be subtle about it, Kennedy pulled out her phone, kept it placed strategically in her lap, hidden under the notebook she had hovering over the back edge of the desk, and began typing.

Where are you? You're missing a fantastic lecture about limits. I thought you were excited to be able to use that Mean Girls quote and understand why it didn't exist.

Well, that might have been a lie. It was more that Caroline hadn't stopped talking about the fact that Kennedy was going to be able to explain the math behind said quote so the younger blonde could finally use it without anyone trying to call her too dumb to understand the reference.

Her phone screen lit up, and she felt the soft buzz of the device vibrating against her pants. At the hospital visiting Vicki, but I'm sure Mrs. Halpern's lecture would be more fantastic if she didn't sound like Fran Drescher.

Kennedy couldn't argue with him there. She felt bad though. She had almost forgotten all about Vicki's attack from the previous night since arriving at school. Despite Oliver being Kennedy's best friend, Vicki's presence or lack thereof was usually below her radar. The two seniors just did not get along, and both had very strong opinions on what was better for the blond. Kennedy didn't feel like Vicki was going anywhere with her life other than where the next hit from her blunt took her, and she did not want Vicki to bring Oliver down with her. He could go places, was smart enough to go places even if he sometimes lacked the needed motivation, but that was what she was here for—to be his friend and push him to succeed.

But it also meant checking on him emotionally, which today, meant asking about Vicki.

Is she feeling any better? she typed out before locking her phone and returning to her notebook. She wasn't really taking notes since Mrs. Halpern recorded the lectures and placed them on the school website so students could look back at them later. Instead, she had continued the drawing she had begun working on this morning: a crow sketched out in red ink on lined wide ruled paper. She scribbled back and forth in a triangular movement across the paper, attempting for the fourth time that period to get the beak right. It always looked too jagged or too sharp.

A glance back at her phone. Better. I got here a little after Matt, but she's still kinda out of it. Sounds like she might be released tomorrow though.

That's good. I hope she feels better soon. That's such a crazy thing to have happened to someone. Did they ever figure out what type of animal attacked her?

Mrs. Halpern cleared her throat, and Kennedy glanced up to see a very pointed look directed at her from the calculus teacher. She gave a soft nod and made to put away her phone, but the device buzzed once more as a new message lit up her screen. They said it was probably just a mountain lion. But, according to Matt, Vic was so out of it earlier she told him it had been a vampire that attacked her. Gotta love strong pain meds, right?

Kennedy rolled her eyes before tossing the phone back into her backpack and releasing a soft sigh. She picked her pen back up, brown eyes focusing on the sketch in front of her. The crow sat in the same position as before, caught mid-flight in a clear sky, wings spread out and beady eyes staring ahead. It was the beak, however, that she had taken interest in again, mostly because the beak no longer resembled that of a crow but, somewhere along the course of her doodling, had taken on the fang-like features of a bat.

A vampire crow, she thought as she shook her head. Way to keep your art realistic.

With her earbuds in, Kennedy hummed along to "When You Were Young" by the Killers as it came through the small speakers into her ears. She stood in the middle of the history section of the public library, thumbing through and picking out misplaced books onto the gray metal cart she pushed. Work had only started an hour ago and already she was bored. She had tutored a seventh grader in Pre-Algebra at the beginning of her shift, but the younger girl only had a few math problems to solve, so Kennedy had been freed quickly to begin restocking the bookshelves and updating the online catalogue.

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus, but he talks like a gentleman, like you imagined, when you were young.

She nodded along to the beat, picking up the memoir from the Civil War and sliding it between two other books on the wooden shelf. Glancing down at the pager attached to her hip, she wondered briefly if the front desk needed any help. That was what the pager was for, so on the rare occasion the library got swamped and no one could spare the time to look for her, Mrs. Karp could notify her they needed help downstairs.

They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet. You don't have to drink right now, but you can dip your feet, every once in a little while.

Something cold and rough touched her shoulder, and Kennedy jumped, chocolate brown eyes widening as she whipped around, coming face to chest with a black cotton t-shirt. Titling her head upward, Kennedy met the man's amused blue eyes before letting out a soft sigh. That was the third time that week he had managed to sneak up on her like that. It had to be a weird coincidence. Mystic Falls was a small town, and everyone came to the library at one point in their lifetime. She'd even spotted Mayor Lockwood in here every once in a while, browsing through the library's portion of the Founder's Archives.

She pulled out her earbuds, wrapping them around her phone and stuffing the object back into her jean pocket. "Uh—" she muttered, hand moving to scratch at the back of her neck. Why was she suddenly so awkward? Sure, the man was attractive, but if there was one place Kennedy felt the most confident and at home, it was the library…well, with the track and field coming in as a close second.

"Sorry," he apologized, blue eyes racking over her small form. "I didn't mean to scare you, but in my defense, I've been trying to grab your attention for at least three minutes now."

"You have?" she asked, not having realized how absorbed she had been in her work or how loud her music must have been. "I mean—um, how can I help you?"

Kennedy watched as he laughed lightly at her uneasiness and pushed his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. His blue eyes never left her face. "The Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice? Do you guys have a copy? I can't seem to find it anywhere, and I've been itching to read it again."

"Anne Rice?" Kennedy bit back a laugh of her own. It was hard to imagine the tall stranger reading the gothic novel. Wasn't society's current obsession with vampires limited to the female population? Not that she was judging. He just didn't seem to be the type. Leather jacket, jeans, classic sports car, and eyes that reminded her of James Dean. Shouldn't he be more into rock and roll and motorcycles than vampires? To be fair, she wasn't sure what his type was though. She didn't even know the guy's name. "Well, it's not in this section of the library, obviously." She pointed above her head to the sign that read 'History'. "But, yeah, I'm pretty sure we have a copy. If I'm right, it's over in the gothic literature section. I can help you find it if you want?"

He nodded. "Yes, please." A tilt of his head and a small smile, he extended his hand out. "I'm Damon, by the way."

"Kennedy," she replied, shaking his hand with a small smile of her own. At least now, she finally had a name for the peculiar stranger. Was he new to town? She had never seen him before Monday.

"I know. You told me yesterday—when you tripped outside."

"Right." She nodded, biting her lip. She let the air fill with quiet tension for a few seconds before hooking her thumb in the direction of the gothic literature section. "Follow me." She didn't wait to see if he was behind her as she began walking, leaving behind the cart still filled with books needing to be re-shelved. When she reached the bookshelf, her index finger danced across the spines of each book before finally seeing Rice, A. tapped to the bottom of one paperback. She plucked it off the shelf and handed it to Damon. "Here you go—one copy of The Vampire Chronicles. Much better story than Twilight if you ask me, but don't tell my friends I said that. I'd be shunned."

Another laugh and Damon nodded again. "Thanks. Can you check it out for me?"

She shook her head, teeth digging into her lip again. She really needed to get back to restocking the bookshelves, and although Damon was being very polite, there was still something…off about him, something she couldn't put her finger on. "Actually, that's more Mrs. Karp's job. If you go downstairs to the front desk, she can help you there. I've got some books that need putting away."

"Okay, well, it was nice seeing you, Kennedy." His blue eyes raked over her again, like he was afraid this would be the last time he'd see her and he needed to memorize the image. She felt a shiver go down her spine.

"…You too." She tried to avoid his gaze. Her fingers twitched, and she glanced back at the bookcase—Dracula, Frankenstein, Wuthering Heights, and a collection of Edgar Allen Poe stories. When she looked back up, Damon was nowhere to be seen.

"If he wasn't so hot, he'd be weird," Kennedy muttered and pulled her phone back out of her pocket. At least now, she could get back to work.

"Well, I was talking to Grams, and she said the comet is a sign of impending doom. The last time it passed over Mystic Falls, there was a lot of death. So much blood and carnage, it created a bed of paranormal activity," Bonnie explained, and Kennedy watched as the girl folded another flier in half. How they always got dragged into helping out with the town's events and celebrations, Kennedy wasn't sure, but at least she could put it down under the volunteer section of her college resumes.

Caroline scoffed, taking a large sip of her lemonade before setting her glass back onto the table. The sun was bright overhead, warming up the girls' skin as they sat and chatted over drinks. "Yeah, and then you poured Grams another shot, and she told you about the aliens." The blonde turned to Elena, a glint of mischief in her blue eyes, and propped her elbow under her chin. "So, then what?"

Rolling her eyes, Elena shrugged. "So, then nothing."

"You and Stefan talked all night?" Caroline continued, and Kennedy noticed Elena's eyes fall down to the pamphlets in her hand, clearly trying to avoid the blonde's probing gaze. "There was no sloppy first kiss or touchy feely of any kind?"

"Care, there doesn't always have to be something touchy feely on the first night," Kennedy interjected. Caroline always did this. As soon as she got wind that one of them was becoming entangled in anything that even slightly resembled a relationship, or even a fling, she pounced, ready for details to spill from her friend's lips like juice from the first bite of a pomegranate.

The blonde rolled her eyes. "How would you know? You've never even had a boyfriend."

Huffing, Kennedy folded her arms but said nothing in response. She was right. The senior had never had a boyfriend. There had been a sloppy kiss or two behind the bleachers and a lingering gaze or so from a few guys at one of the college parties she and Oliver had snuck out to, but nothing more than that, which usually meant that her opinion when it came to relationship advice got ignored.

Elena, however, continued to answer as she folded yet another flier. "No, Caroline. We didn't go there."

"Not even a handshake? I mean, Elena, we are your friends." The blonde gestured between the four of them, eyebrows raised. "Okay? You are supposed to share the smut."

It was Kennedy's turn to scoff, biting back a laugh at Caroline's choice of words. "Smut? Really? What is this? Fanfiction? A cheesy romance novel our moms have hidden in their dresser drawer?"

"Really, Caroline. We just talked for hours." Elena shook her head as she shrugged, but Caroline wasn't take no as an answer.

"Ok, what is with the blockage? Just jump his bones already!" Kennedy's eyes widened at the blonde's words, and she watched the same look of surprise cross Bonnie's face. Despite knowing exactly what their friend had been hinting at the entire conversation, neither had expected her blunt reaction. Maybe it was because nothing was happening in the love department for anyone else at the moment, but in Kennedy's opinion, Caroline was being rather overzealous about insisting Elena get it on with Stefan so quickly. "Okay, it's easy. Boy likes girl, girl likes boy, sex!"

Straight face as always, Elena just shook her head; although, Kennedy caught a slight smirk cross the younger brunette's features. "Profound."

Meanwhile, Kennedy furrowed her eyebrows, mouth slightly agape. "That's not how—S'not even remotely how that—" she spluttered before sighing. "Just let her figure out how she feels her own way and at her own pace, Care. Not all of us are as sex positive as you are." Her brown eyes trailed back to Elena, who now looked more conflicted than before. A few seconds later, the younger brunette stood up, and Kennedy knew her defense had been unnecessary.

Bonnie at least had the decency to appear shocked. "Where are you going?"

Shrugging, Elena explained. "Caroline's right. It is easy. If I sit here long enough, I'll end up talking myself out of it instead of doing what I started the day saying what I was going to do." She grabbed her bag and walked off, leaving the three other girls staring at the now empty chair in front of them.

It was a minute later when Kennedy broke the silence: "So…impending doom, blood, and carnage? Is the comet going to turn Mystic Falls into the Twilight Zone?" Three small cheeky grins and laughter followed before the girls continued folding fliers.

[amnachil]

The College Society Chapter 3 Part 9

Another part ! Quite funny to write tbh :)

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey Friday February 22 – Saturday February 23

The night was going perfectly until the baboon call. The Dean's grandson managed to hit on a girl band, and they were all in his bed right now. He had such a good time when they had sung his name. Because they were from the chorale of the university, it was joyous, in every sense of the word. They had been taking great care of his body and especially his dick, but then, Liam had called. And that was why he, Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey the best hunter, ended up over the balcony, dressed only in briefs despite the cold. And we saw eachother like two hours ago... Fuck these conditions and my weak will to respect them.

"What do you want baboon ?" he asked, trying to sounds annoyed. "It's late and I'm busy you know ?"

"Wanted to hear your voice." whispered his boyfriend. "Today, Colton and I managed to get Nick into water, and wow it was so hard... Imma go sleep, but I missed you."

This is bullshit. The blond lad thought that quickly but in truth ? In truth he was more than delighted with this crappy romantic stuff.

"What's so special abou' my voice ?"

Liam chuckled.

"It's cute." he explained. "It make me smile, and I want to wrap you in my arms."

Holy cow. Stop it baboon. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey started to blush and to have a boner in the same time. He could picture himself hugged in his boyfriend's arms, warm and comfy. He almost felt his head against his strong chest, his lower back pushing into his soft middle...

"And you called only for that ?" he mumbled, in a vain attempt to get back his self-control.

"Yeah. Is it a problem ?"

"No. I mean, I'm not sure to understand why my voice's cute, but whatever... As long as it please you..."

He was falling in this stupid romance, day after day. And the more he tried to convince himself it was fake, only a way to caught the prey, the more he doubted to be able to go back. To be his former self afterwards.

"Thank you Dami, for this and for everything." whispered suddenly his boyfriend. "I have something to give you tomorow, after the game."

"Yeah ? What is it ?"

"A surprise."

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey felt way too happy. He even thought he was sick so much he was eager to see Liam again. Damnit. He definitely corrupted me after all.

The next morning came quite fast. He didn't sleep much. Someone had to take care of this boner and the girls were there. But today, he had something important to do. The football game was tonight. And he promised to help Nate. Thus, he headed towards the stadium around 10 am, and went straight into the lockeroom. The football team was there, most of them getting ready for a last training. Since it was their round of sixteen for the national, it was a pretty important game. I banged most of them... He glimpsed a lot of guys lookin' at him with lust, but he ignored them. He just went in the coach office. Well, to be honest, it wasn't the coach office anymore, but Archie's one. The sophomore had made a long way since his arrival. He was a nobody. Now, he's my precious heir. After all, the quaterback was the most famous alpha hunter in the campus. And his pack ? Well, the whole football team and most of the cheerleader. All what we call omega hunter under his will. According to the list Deborah gave him last week, Archie had caught at least seven more member since january. Himself was totally gay and slept only with his teammates from time to time, but several omega charmed girls for him. Anyway, when Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey entered in the room, the quarterback was on the phone, surrounded by Oliver and another teammate who was rubbing soflty his belly.

"What do you mean you don't have enough ?" was asking Archie. "You're a fuckin' delivery company, and you don't have enough beer to provide for a student party ? Awesome."

He hung up on his intelocutor, pissed.

"We'll find something." assured the captain Oliver with his sweet voice. "Don't be mad about this."

"I'm not mad !" mumbled his quaterback. "I've a stomachache and it hurt. I did too much carboloading yersterday..."

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey hawked, a bit tilted to be ignored. Just, he liked Archie, for several reasons, and he respected him way more than the other hunters. For proof, they never had sex together. But it wasn't a reason to ignore him.

"Oh man, sorry I didn't see you." exclaimed the sophomore. "You, stop rubbing my painful tummy and go out. My mentor's here."

The footballer left them. It's better that way. I don't want everybody to know I'm asking help.

"Oliver should leave too." he said. "It's a private matter."

The blond lad had already slept with the captain several times. He was a kind guy, despite his impressive physique. And I like how he moaned my name. Once alone with Archie, he smiled.

"Dude, how are you since you won the bet ?"

"I used the money to buy thongs." his heir revealed. "I like these. And it's you who won, I just gambled right. But you're not here for an idle conversation Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey, are you ?"

His belly made a discontent gurgle, and he discreetly put an hand on it. Archie wasn't the kind of man to put clothes, especially when he was alone or with his pack. Right now, he had sweatpants but no top, and the Dean's grandson could see how bloated he was. And he ate yesterday ? I can only imagine how full he was. Greedy as my boyfriend.

"Let me guess." suggested the quaterback. "You want me to look after your prey Liam while he plays the mascot for Amber ? She wants him, I can tell."

This fuckin' bitch. When the baboon had texted him the news, Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey had been pissed. Really pissed. This whore was hunting his boyfriend. How dared she ? Nonetheless, it wasn't the reason of his coming.

"I need you to talk with a guy, Archie." he explained. "I'm not worried for my... prey. Amber can't catch him, she's just too bad. But there's a young lad named Nate who could use a little chitchat with you. About... what you know."

The quarterback opened his eyes wide.

"You want me to speak about..."

"Yeah. Will you help ? Look, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important. I know you don't like to even think about this stuff, but you have succeeded to go trought this better than anyone."

The footballer shuddered. He wasn't happy, a blind mole could say that. C'mon.

"D.R is still looking after me." he recalled. "And you helped me. It's thank to you that I'm a better man now. So yeah, I'll do it. I owe you."

"Nice. Thank you Archie. After the game tonight ?"

"Okay. Bring him to me, and I'll see what I can do."

At least goods news. Liam'll be reassured. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey was sure it would be nice for Nate.

Liam Saturday February 23

"It's Nate, but not really Nate." whispered Nick. "Honestly ? This Nate scares me a bit."

Liam pouted. The unicorns did their best. They were about to leave for the football game, and for the first time since his arrival, Nate had showered, shaved, got dressed and was ready to go outside. But it wasn't like before. He was thinner, almost skinny, and darker. He had dark rings under his eyes, messy hair and a bad expression. For clothes, he chose to wear a dark shirt, with dark jeans, dark shoes and even dark sockets. He looks like a dwarf vampire. (It was a real living creature, mostly in canada).

"Why are you staring at me like that ?" he asked with a hoarse voice.

Or a little demon...

"It's nothing." Liam lied, but Nate didn't believe him at all. "Ready to go ?"

"Not really, but you didn't give me the choice." he grumbled.

Last monday, his bestfriend had promised to make an effort. But it was apparently harder than Liam had expected. Nate had nighmares almost everynight, and most of the day, he was just pondering bad memories. Whatever he did that fateful night, it had affected him deeply.

"C'mon, you love football." Liam recalled. "And you promised me and the unicorns, remember ?"

"Yeah, yeah... Let's go already, I want it to be over asap."

When they arrived at the stadium, there were already people everywhere. For a game of this importance, both team had a lot of supporters. Even Judy came, and she had given Liam a free evening. They joined Dami near to the V.I.P entrance. Liam smiled to him, but restrained himself to kiss him. He had understood his boyfriend wanted to keep their relationship secret. The unicorns had explained him it was better that way, because a succubus-clairvoyant-cook was probably a target for the forces of evil. (When the unicorns said something, you just obeyed).

"Glad you're here on time." stated Dami. "Let's go, I chose good sits for us."

They headed towards the bleachers when Liam glanced Amber coming nearer. I'm gonna be a red panda ! He looked forwards to this (For real, he even had trouble to sleep so much he was excited).

"I'm coming after my show with the cheerleaders." he announced.

His bestfriend shrugged, obviously not happy to be there. Nick, being Nick, was playing his gameboy. He didn't like football anyway, he just came for Nate. As for his boyfriend, he took his hand and whispered :

"Be prudent baboon, she's mean. And come back right after, clear ?"

"Yes sir. Watch Nate."

Amber led the chestnut lad among her team. She nicely introduced him to the girls, and then showed him the costume. I love it. Damn, I love it so much.

"I'll let you put it." the captain said. "Then, you come with us for the show."

"About that, you didn't train me at all." he recalled. "What am I supposed to do ?"

(Liam the 8yo was just eager to be a red panda, but Liam the prudish stressed a bit). (After all, he was about to perform in front of thousands of people, including his bestfriend and his boyfriend). (It was too much pressure).

"Just dance, whatever, it'll be perfect. You're perfect." Amber smiled.

She left him to regroup her team. Since it was a fullbody outfit, he quickly undressed, and then put it on. However, he had some difficulties. It appeared the previous owner was smaller, in every way. He had some difficulties to breath.

"That's beautiful." complimented the captain when he joined her. (And all the girls giggled). "It show your muscles, and your belly. I love you like this, big guy."

"Uh.. Thanks I guess ?"

What does she mean, my belly ? He honestly had only a slight curve, absolutely nothing noticeable. Well, except with this too tight outfit apparently. But he was a red panda, and red panda didn't care about that stuff.

"Let's go for the show !" yelled Amber. "Let's remind to the crowd that our university is the best !"

Dancing as a red panda happened to be way more exhausting than Liam had thought. But at least, the audience was thrilled. Once the show over, the girls and him were going back to the locker room when a footballer came to him.

"It was awesome." he yelled (the chestnut lad guessed it was the quaterback). "I loved it ! By the way, Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey's waiting for you. My girls will distract Amber to let you go."

Liam nodded, not really sure to understand what it meant. Anyway, he changed and joined his friends in the tier. Nick was still playing. Apparently, he was facing Rayquaza and couldn't stop now. (Fyi, Liam knew pokemon. In fact, he even thought they were real and livin' in a secret parallel world). Nate wasn't affected by the good atmosphere in the stadium. It was electric, but the short lad was just sitting, obviously on edge. I hope it'll be better after his talk with Dami's friend. Speaking of his boyfriend, this one slapped him. (Gently). (He slapped him often, but Liam never took offense, he considered it like a sign of love).

"What the heck was this dance down here ?" he asked. "It was way too cu... ridiculous. You embarrassed yourself."

He was as red as a tomato. Liam blushed a bit.

"It was instinctive." he explained. "You didn't like it ?"

Dami mumbled something, but the audience shouted because their team just opened the score. Then, his boyfriend just took discreetly his hand, and focused back on the game.

Barbara The party Saturday February 23

What the hell is going on ? I don't understand. The football team had won its round of sixteen. Consequently, they were attempting a huge party in a community center near to the stadium. Thanks to her new built network, she had managed to get invited. Needless to say, the players were the center of attention. She could see them, surrounded by fans and supporters. She glimpsed Archie at the beginning, but he and his closest friends were spending the night in another room, with less people and noises. Anyway, Barbara and her hunter accomplices had been expecting something big tonight. Sam was supposed to ditch Summer with a public humiliation the whole university would remember. But nothing happened yet. That's abnormal. Until now, the short girl had stayed in a corner, in order to be the more discreet as possible. She had read a whole book, but nothing. Just a party, with music, alcohol and food everywhere. People were dancing, talking, playing beerbong... What on earth was doing Sam ? Curious and a bit anxious, she ventured into the crowd when suddenly, Leila hailed her.

"The blonde bitch. I should've know you would be there." she said as a greeting.

"It's normal to socialize when you're about to rule the student union." Barbara replied. "But the mystery is, what are you doing here ? This's a private party for the football team and their entourage."

"I got an authorization thank to my association." she explained. "We're insuring the safety of the women. And anyway, Colton had been invited. He could've bring me."

What ? How did he managed to do that ? His ex boyfriend was an unknown dude, and absolutely not interested in football.

"I get it." teased Leila. "You had to lick some balls in order to come here. You're prostituting yourself to get power. That's so degrading. Colton didn't had to make any effort to be there."

"How ?"

"Like if I'm gonna tell ya. Go die bitch. See ya."

And with a laugh, this asshole left among the mob.

At this point, Barbara started to feel a bit uncomfortable. How Colton succeeded to come ? Maybe I ditched him too fast after all... Did he possess ressource she didn't hear about ? But she knew him by heart... He was wealthy, but had zero ambition nor will. A weak minded like him, here ? And this Sam who hadn't followed the plan yet. Something is going on. I need to find what. She looked for her partners, and eventually found Linda. The professor was in the middle of an argument with a guy. What is it now ? The dude yelled at her for at least ten minutes, and Barbara didn't dare interrupt. Then, he stormed out, and Ms. Weber started to cry.

"What happened ?" asked the blonde girl. "What did he said ?"

"This was my third boyfriend..." whined Linda. "They all discovered I was cheating on them, and they all left me... I don't know what happened. That's terrible. My reputation is completely wrecked."

"What do..."

"Girls ! Girls you need to help me !" cut off Steve, who hurtled like a fury. "Bettany ditched me ! She said I wasn't fitting her tastes anymore. Do you know what the hell that means ?"

Barbara tried to say something, but Linda and Steve were totally paniced. And they call themselves hunters ?! She didn't know why these things were happening now, but it wasn't relevant. They should pull themselves together.

"It's a true nightmare." complained Steve. "If my own girlfriend leaves me, people will stop selling me things, and I will not be able to make exchange for videos."

"And now, all the men in the university will know I slept with students." whined Linda. "What the others professors will think about me ?"

"Guys, stop whining and..." Barbara started.

"There you are !" interupted Amber. "I need your help future head of the student ! It appeared the other cheerleaders voted for my deposition as captain. I didn't even know they had this right ! They havn't, have they ?!"

The short freshman started to lose patience. Why are they acting like kids ? I just don't care about their problems ! They were supposed to be powerful hunters ! And why everything was happening now ? She had more important stuff to take care of. She glimpsed Sam, and just decided to ignore these three dimwit to speak with him. But she suddenly noticed this hideous dude was crying. He was literally bawling.

"My girlfriends all ditched me." he revealed. "And since I'm not studying since three months, I'll be expelled from the university."

At this point, Barbara thought the evening couldn't be worst. She was wrong. Completely wrong. Because she saw her. She saw this damn queen walking through the crow to her. The blonde girl noticed her smile, her pride. She noted in her eyes a glint of morbid satisfaction. She did this. All of this.

"Hey there." greeted Summer. "Looks like you've all some troubles ? Maybe the head of the students can help ?"

All the pathetic hunters nodded in unison. They cried like babies for help, forgetting Barbara like if she had never existed. How ? How the hell this happened ?

"I'll tell you a secret people." smiled her opponent with irony. "Do not gamble against Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey. Ever. But since I punished you, I'm sure he'll be more than happy. Now, just left this party losers, and go pray somewhere for your future."

Steve, Amber, Sam and Linda obeyed. So much for their presumed hate for her. Summer turned towards her and outlined an arrogant smile.

"Seriously Barbara, what did you expect ?" she asked. "I'm here for almost two years, you seriously thought I wouldn't know how to deal with your pathetic plan ?"

"How ? How did you figured out everything ?"

The freshman could guess at least one person betrayed her. Probably Javier. Damnit. I knew he was weak.

"Let me be perfectly clear." stated Summer. "First of all, I only let you get the pathetic hunters who gambled for Theo. The swimteam captain crossed the line, and he got his punishment, but them ? They needed a lesson, as you. That's why Javier and Irina regrouped them and you. Yes, the old queen and me are closer than you thought. Aferwards, it was easy as the head of the student to make you all pay in one go. I have one of the widest circles of acquaintances in the university."

And I fell for it like an idiot. Steve, Amber and the others were just bad hunters Damian and Summer wanted to get rid of. They gave them to me for the fun...

"Don't try to beat me ever again." threatened her opponent. "I'm older, better and smarter. Whatever you are ploting, I'll know it."

"You won a battle." whispered dangerously Barbara. "Not the war."

She already knew what to do next. She hadn't the time to plan a revenge, or to punish these useless hunters she hab been allied with. She needed to catch the biggest prey in the campus, which would bring her the support from all the hunters at once. The idea make me nauseous, but I have no better plan. Liam, I'll catch you, ready or not.

To be continued

Damian doesn’t know what the hell is he doing half the time. But when he knows, he’s very good at it. Smooth talk isn’t part of it.

Archie’s back, is role is now revealed. 

Liam is doing what Liam do best : total nonsense. 

As for Barbara, a lot of ploting for that ? Girl, work better next time please...

[trade-baby-blues]

In the Eggs Tonight

Pairing: Scotty x Reader

Word Count: 1938

Warnings: swearing, brief physical violence 

A/N: Based on this prompt: “Character A doesn’t feel the Christmas spirit but Character B, who lives above them, keeps playing Christmas carols really loud” requested by @littlecrazyfangirl-98​. Hopefully you like it!! I’m definitely not used to writing Scotty lol. The story is based on what supposedly used to be a Scottish tradition according to some less than reputable sources, so idk if it actually is, but! We did have a tradition close to this but using heated lead instead, so maybe it’s a real thing. 

The first time you met Montgomery Scott, you could’ve strangled him. You could hear him hammering something metal through the thin walls of the apartment. Even your “soundproof” headphones couldn’t get the noise out of your skull. A swing every second as the clock ticked forward from 2:01 a.m. to 2:02, 2:03, 2:04

“The love of God,” you hissed and threw the covers off yourself. The way your blood was boiling, you didn’t even notice how cold the floor felt against your bare feet as you stomped out the door.

He only answered after the fifth knock, unable to hear the door over his own noise. When he finally poked his head out, you felt some of the anger leave you. Despite living in the building for a few months now, you’d never actually gotten know your neighbors and you were starting to regret it as you looked at the man in front of you, red hair sticking up in all directions, thick-rimmed glasses sliding down his nose. His gently curved jaw was covered in stubble. You wanted to run your fingers against the roughness. At least, until he opened his mouth.

“Well, hello. Didn’t think anyone else’d be up at this hour.”

“Pretty sure half the building’s awake with all that hammering you’re doing.”

“Aye, what can I say? I do love getting hammered.” He smiled at you, hoping the joke would lighten the air, but your scowl only deepend. “Alright I’m sorry, lass. I was working on a new project and got a bit carried away, but I could be convinced to keep it quiet if you tell me your name.”

You remained unimpressed. “How about you keep it quiet and I won’t tell the property manager you’ve got an open flame in your apartment.”

“I haven’t got an open flame.”

“No? Then what’s that?” You pointed to a the metal contraption in the living room. It was currently shooting a small flurry of sparks onto the carpet, which was beginning to smoke.

“Shite,” your neighbor said, bolting back into his apartment to deal with the mess and stumbling over a few stray scraps of metal. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you turned back to your apartment. “I’m Scotty, by the way,” he called after you. “It was a pleasure to-” whatever he was going to say was lost in a string of curses as the fire alarms started going off.

The second time you met Scotty was an accident. Whether or not it was a happy one was still up for debate. You were coming home from a rather unspectacular date with your boyfriend, who seemed oblivious. He was always oblivious.

You stood in the doorway to your apartment, trying to keep him from coming inside as you fumbled with your keys and your thoughts, wondering if there was an easy way to break up with someone. He, of course, couldn’t tell anything was wrong as he tried to duck around you.

“Come on, babe. I want a beer.”

“You had three at the restaurant,” you muttered.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” you sighed. “I just...I think-”

“You think? That’s a new one.” He tried to duck around you again, but you put a hand to his chest.

“Yes, Rob, I think. I think you should leave.”

“Fine, I’ll grab a beer for the road, then.”

“No, I think it’s better if you don’t.”

“God, stop being such a bitch. I’m getting a fucking beer.” Rob grabbed your arm hard enough to make you wince. Almost as soon as he grabbed you he was yanked off.

“Oi, mate. Think she said it’s time for you to go.” You had to admit, the leather jacket made Scotty look tough, despite being half a head shorter than Rob.

“Don’t think it’s any of your business, Braveheart.”

You tried to worm your way between the two before their testosterone got the best of them. Before you could get a word in, Rob pushed you out of the way, sending you back first into the wall. Your head cracked back against it, sending a ringing through your ears. The hallway spun as you blinked the world back into focus in time to see Scotty pull back and swing a punch at Rob, who swung back twice as hard. Scotty crumpled in front of you.

He woke up on a couch that definitely wasn’t his. It was actually comfortable and smelled faintly like flowers. Scotty imagined his smelled like week-old Guinness.

“Oh thank God,” you said, setting a cup of tea on the coffee table as Scotty sat up. “I was starting to think I might have to call an ambulance.”

“Glad you didn’t. My mates’d have my hide if they find out I was in another fight.”

You bit your bottom lip, holding an ice pack out to him. “Wasn’t much of a fight, was it?”  Scotty cracked a smile, laughing so hard he forgot how much his head hurt.

The two of you met many times after that, sharing stories and beers and occasionally couches if you fell asleep during whatever Netflix binge you were running through at the moment. For the most part, you were willing to forgive Scotty’s midnight mechanics since the two of you became friends.

Tonight was different. It was your first Christmas alone - not just since you and Rob broke up. Your parents had booked a couples cruise for Christmas and would be partying in Antigua, leaving you by yourself in your small apartment. You hadn’t even bothered to put up any decorations, figuring there was no one to impress. Instead, you threw yourself into work, finishing your third straight 14 hour work day and looking forward to nothing more than a good night’s sleep on Christmas Eve.

You were just drifting off when the sound of bagpipes drifted through your wall. With a huff, you rolled over, sandwiching your head between pillows. The sound was barely even muffled. You reached for your phone to text Scotty to keep it down. You got a one word response:

Scrooge.

The music quieted, though, and you sank back into your bed, revelling in the silence before it was pierced with a round of raucous laughter. You stared up at the ceiling, listening to glasses clink together, the sound of bagpipes still in the background. With a groan, you rolled out of bed and pulled on the first pair of jeans you found. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.

That’s how you ended up in front of Scotty’s apartment, trying to ignore the way your heart beat faster when he shouted your name excitedly. You spared him a joke about the sweater he wore, bright red with a T. Rex in a Santa hat, as you entered his apartment.

It was a mess of lights and decoration and half-finished projects scattered around the living room. Scotty quickly introduced you to his friends before handing you a cup of (spiked) cider. “You’re just in time. We were just about to break out the eggs.”

“Eggs,” you asked, eyeing him warily.

“Aye, it’s an old tradition. You crack an egg and it tells you yer future.” You bit back a laugh, not wanting to hurt Scotty’s feelings. Excitement was written all over his face as he plopped back on the couch, moving a stack of paper plates to make room for you. “Why don’t you go first, love? Ye just prick the egg with this pin and drop it into the water and wait to see what shape the whites take.”

“I don’t think I’m drunk enough for this yet,” you teased as you reached for an egg. Still, you grabbed the glass of water and pin. Scotty held his hands over yours, showing you how to poke through the shell without breaking the egg. Then, you dropped it into the water and watched the whites ooze out. To you, it looked like a mess, but you heard Scotty hum approvingly beside you.

“An arch. Means you’ve got some conflict at work or with yer family. That why you’re spending Christmas alone?”

You stared at Scotty, trying to tell if he was joking. You hadn’t told him about your parents’ cruise, but you were hesitant to believe in the clairvoyant powers of an egg. “Shut up,” you teased, handing the pin to the blond man in the armchair next to you. The cider must’ve been stronger than you thought because you already couldn’t remember his name. Kirk maybe?

Slowly, you went around the room. Kirk saw a snake in his egg whites, which Scotty said was a sign of a happy sex life. Bones, much like you, didn’t see anything in his egg, but Scotty swore up and down there was a boat, a symbol of prosperity in life and work. Finally, the pin made its way back to Scotty himself, who sat, nose against the glass, as he waited for the whites to leak out.

Even you couldn’t deny the shape it took: like an anchor, sinking and swirling as the egg whites mixed with the water. Scotty’s eyes drifted over to you, then snapped back to the glass when he saw you looking back. You thought the tips of his ears grew pink, but it could’ve just been the alcohol in his system.

“What’s that one,” you asked.

“Hm,” Scotty looked at you again briefly before looking away. “Oh, horseshoe. Just standard stuff. Luck and all that.” His ears definitely grew pinker.

Bones scoffed. “Please, I grew up in Georgia. I’ve seen my fair share of horseshoes and that ain’t one. That’s an anchor.”

“Och no, that’s not..It’s, um. It’s a….a horseshoe. You’re just too drunk to see it over there.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m not drunk, and I can see it’s an anchor. Is it a bad sign?”

Scotty shook his head. “No, not bad.”

“Then what’s it mean?” You nudged Scotty gently with your elbow when he remained silent. “Come on, Scotty. Not like you to be shy.”

He ran a hand down his face as he leaned back next you on the couch. He wrestled with himself before saying, “It means hope.”

“Wow,” you said dryly, “how unfortunate for you. I’ll pray for you and all your hope.”

“It’s also a sign of soulmates.” Scotty let his eyes drift over to you again and your breath caught in your throat. “That your life is anchored to someone else’s. Steadfast love.”

Scotty slipped a hand under your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek. If you had any doubts about what he meant, they evaporated when he pressed his lips against yours. You kissed him back perhaps too desperately, having wondered how his lips would feel every time you fell asleep together on your couch. Every time he wandered to your door in nothing but a towel his shower wouldn’t run hot water.

An uncomfortable cough broke you out of the moment and Scotty pulled away, ears red as his sweater with a smile brighter than the tree in the corner. You matched his smile, burying your face against his shoulder to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. You could still taste peppermint on your lips.

Jim was the first to break the silence, picking an egg up and turning it in his hands. “I think I just found a new pickup line.” The room fell back into comfortable laughter as you leaned against Scotty. He put his arm around you and you felt less alone than you had any Christmas before.

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The T.C. rambles while watching a force awakes

Re-watching star wars 7 to see if out of the 3D headache IMAX theatre, if it’s any better.

I still hate parody Han Solo guy, like he reminds me of post-Black Knight Sonic the Hedgehog. Just really unfunny and trying way too hard to be hip and internet savvy or something.

I don’t think anything will change my opinion that he shoulda been a bit character.

I’ve decided to commentate the whole fucking movie so read on if you dare.

Rey’s making space bread. It’s very gross.

I doubt anything will change my opinion that she’s the best star wars character.

Oh God BB-8

HBomberguy ruined BB-8 for me. Whenever I see him all I hear is

L I T T L E   W H I T E   C U C K - B A L L L L L L

I guess Rey doesn’t like him either, I forgot this part.

I wish they got rid of the Dorito Destroyer.

Oh boy Darth Helmet is interrogating Lone Star.

Kylo Ren has the stupidest helmet.

There’s subtitles on this so I learned the guy’s name is Poe

RRRAAAAAAAAAAAA

Like Kylo Ren is really badass in the first half I remember this, like he stops a God damn laser blast.

Would you sell BB-8 for 60 meals?

Oh hey

Ugh what’s his name... the storm trooper’s gonna take Poe outta here.

You need a pilot. LOL

I guess Poe is alright, just his first impression was very dumb.

Oh snap it’s hooked down. What kinda name is Hux that’s stupid.

Ha hah shootin’ em down just like Annie in ep 1.

Get fucked command center.

Why do they still have Twin Ion Engine fighters?

I guess we still drive cars so eh...

Ah his name is Finn now, I guess he is a clone? or something?

Maybe they have multiple types of clones. I wonder if they still use Jango Fett...

Fucking proton torpedos!!!

Ah yeah I forgot Finn just wants to GTFO

Trailer shot. Nice.

Oh wait I can turn off subtitles. Good that was disorienting me.

And Poe dies... a great fake-out you thought parody han solo was a protag, but no this is the story of Finn, the storm trooper defecting from nazi hell-space to find his own life on Jakku or wherever.

He keeps Poe’s jacket for cover, very poetic. HAH

POE-ETIC God why did I hate this movie again?

If there’s a Kylo Ren, where is Kylo Stimpy?

Oh God Finn no don’t ugh drank the slop water ugh no why ugh

Finn goes to save Rey cuz white knight trope. Rey can handle herself like a ‘90s chick. Hey she’s a pit chick she’s got a staff.

RUN FINN RUN

Rey fuck taser what

Finn’s having a lousy life.

Poor basketball’s friend died. I feel like the story is rushing.

Like I expected more of a build-up not “SPIT OUT THE EXPOSITION FUCKIN”

Ah, storm troopers...

Rey doesn’t want your cooties, Finn.

Fucking TIE fighters fuck

Is Finn dead? No he just nappin’

Everything exploding!

THE GARBAGE’LL DO

God damn Millenium cheeseburger.

I can do this I can do this

HOW DO YOU FLY A CHEESEBURGER

Fucking karma’s a cheeseburger, that’s what you get for callin’ the SS you loser

The action scenes are choice

Ah Dorito ruins.

Oh I remember this part just

TIE DOWN

oh no Finn down

here it comes

G E T  R E A D Y

fucking engine exhaust TIOGHT

HARD RIGHT

WOOOOOO

Takin’ the shot yeah

Space

CHUCK A  SHIT

ohp

Kylo is Mado

NERD RAGE

AAAAAAAAAA

Kylo is such a 12 year old in 2003.

GIRL?! THERE WAS A WOM?!?!?!?!? XDDD fucking loser

pweese BB-8 help I dunno what I do

fucking lighter thumbs up

Damn Finn what a nerd. “Got a boyfriends? a boyfriend?”

oh no they got garbage dayed

come on Rey gas them gas them all

oh great it’s Han Solo and Chewie

oh wait he used to be Han Solo

What is he now Han Oriana? Whatever Leia’s last name was I never could spell it.

Damn buncha everything happens

Oh great it’s big eyed billy joe armstrong and his O-nauts

WE WUNT OR MUNEY BAEK NAU

oh boy more losers.

It’s all over for Solo.

Ah shit just unleashed things.

There goes the neighborhood just fucking angry meatballs of death AND HE FEEDS THAT DUDE TO IT

oh shit it quiet

Rey is allalone...

Fucking Finn I turn my head a sexond and the meatball caught him.

Get to da cheeseborger

“I never ask that question until after I’ve done it”

Just lightspeed dashed I swear he looks like british billie joe armstrong.

Damn giant fish thing on planet deadly pokeball.

Who is supreme leader he is stupid ugly stupid.

Oh his dad’s Han Solo wow way to blow it spoiler alert fucking why didn’t they save that for the end who wrote this crap oh he was a hologram.

Damn babuy chewie

Ah the new hope plot.

I dunno they twist it enough to make it feel fresh so eh.

Ah a planet of islands... the scenery reminds me of ep 2

“Did you just call me ‘Solo’?”

Women always figure out the truth, always.

There needs to be a han solo inspirational poster that says that.

A job? The fabled... job? You offer job?

Rey has a home? I thought she was just a wayfarer.

Don’t stare “At what?” any of it XDDDDD

Yeah this story feels like it’s going too fast like what’s going on.

HAAAN S O L O

Wait she’s hot for Chewbakka?

Man this band sucks.

Oh great fucking droid nark NARK

Weird lady narks NARKS EVERYTHWIER

Oh boy Darth Helmet is brooding.

Fucking Darth Vader. Kylo Ren is such a fanfiction.

Like, the idea of a warrior of light choosing darkness is something you seldom see done, but... eh... I guess? IRL kids no like most nazis are privilidged and a decade ago would be seen as nerds.

what’s this

what are you doing

The eyes of a man who wants to run

Finn need go bye-bye

Oh wait storm troopers are stolen, not bred. That’s worse like

Finn is really shiny there who does his makeup?

Rey sure didn’t care he was a storm trooper LOL

The screams... they becon me...

Finally a fresh feeling scene.

WHAT’S IN DA BOX

fucking lightsaber

T R I G G E R E D

Is she clairvoyant? I dond’t remember this part.

Is this special edition?

FUTURE

I like specs. She cool.

FUCK D A FORCE

Oh boy nazis

Fucking screamy bitch XDDD

FIST UP why are the nazis doing the fist up this is upsetting.

PEW

How does the laser split up into shit and what is this planet?

Like this is supposed to be dramatic but... you literally don’t know any of those people or any of those planets. This should have been episode 8 or 9 after establishing those planets.

 W H A T    A    W A S T E

oH BOY  Finn got da lightsabah

BEASTS

There goes that dump, way to go Rey it’s your fault I guess BLANKS

Way to kill that soldier

MURDER SPREE

Oh boy Kylo Ren, what a hoot that guy.

wait is this the part?

Han Solo so has the force like if his force3 ghost isn’t in the movie

YOU HAAAVE ONE

Han Solo what a goof

TRAITOR

M E L E E   B A T T L E

Fucking just like in Empire except it’s not Yoda hallucination probably.

Caughted

THE RESISTIES

The x-wing is still the coolest thing like Sonic knew that.

Damn Finn calm down it’s just a pilot.

Rey is in weird jungle o no

She just got godlike and Ren is gonna break that killstreak

MELEE OP

Fucking using cheater force

Kylo you sound like such a dork

That cross saber is still stupid where’s the minorah saber

Nooo Rey!!!

C’mon Finn melee them

fucking lightsaber the whole first order you can do it

just

throw it at the ship

just

throw

and the bad guys win

C-3P0 you mother fucker

Changed your hair

Same Jacket

I can’t believe Carrie Fisher is dead.

The resisties are kinda boring looking.

Oh look it’s Poe, he’s alive somehow.

Maybe the second time I’ll get the good explanation.

Oh no, there’s no good explanation he just wasn’t there.

L A A A A A A A A A A M M M E.

Okay we’re past a new hope kinda in empire strikes back territory and the ending is the last jedi. Like I totally get people being upset that this is basically the original trilogy in a nutshell.

Damn dead R2-D2

Wait C-3P0 has a red arm why

I wonder how many parents relate to Han and Leia because their son turned into a nazi.

Fucking Snoke. What kinda name is that. Solid Snoke.

Was Kylo Ren just staring at Rey’s unconscious body for the past hour?

I’m sorry he’s just not intimidating he looks like a cheap halloween darth vader

Then the dramatic reveal like remember when Darth Vader was so disfigured from burning alive?

Kylo’s just ugly. Like that’s it that’s the reveal. Kylo is ugly.

Rey/Kylo is like whenever a 4chan boy tries to hit on a hot youtube girl like your face just melds into the chair to escape his grasp like a cat that doesn’t want to be pet.

I dunno this scene is just so stupid cuz they both look dorky like this is happening at otakon

You. You’re afraid... that you will never be as strong as Darth Vader

BITCH GOT TOOOLLLLLLD

Kylo has a huge nose. Like he’s Lois Griffin triangle sandwitch nose

I like how Rey tries to Luke Skywalker the storm trooper and he’s like “Serious?”

LOL fucking just left

T A N T R U M   T I M E

and the storm troopers just turn around LOL

Okay I love this weapon like, it’s a combination of the star crusher and a vaccum cleaner from Luigi’s mansion. It destroys the star, but in the way that it uses it to destroy things.

“So it’s big”

Disable the shields... there better be Ewoks on that planet.

Seriously, what does Poe add to the story after the escape?

Damn leila and han... dum

Hey a woman stormtrooper, like just a white gal. I didn’t notice that.

Damn lightspeed their way in.

Hooooh what a landing.

...Han Solo...

That‘s not how the force works!!!

LOL

Finn just wants Rey. I can see why people would think he’s horny for her since that boyfriend line, but that was the last horny thing he said.

Fucking mad with Power, calm down Finn then again we all wanna tell off our boss.

Rey is gonna escappeeeee damn hang on the side of the wall is that a switch what

Rey just climbing that wall like a monkey.

S H I E L D S   D O W N

Fucking Han... is there a trash compactor? You dirty bastard

And here comes the interesting part of Jedi Returns SHOOTY TIME

A T T A C K   T H E   S C P H I N C T E R (that’s how you spell it right)

Oh I love the sun thing like, it’s a great way of showing the timer without a clock.

Oh look it’s Rey, go on and almost get shot to death

H U G

Escape now, hug later.

The cinematography is good I like the dog fights.

LET”S BLOW SHIT UP

I dunno this just really isn’t dramatic at all

Placing bombs, just like in Jedi.

Here comes Kylo

At least he keeps the mask on, like too many movies rely on faces.

oh light’s almost gone.

M A H   B O Y

Ah the stupid part

Wait is his name Finn too?

Like this woulda been way more dramatic if you didn’t know Kylo was Han’s boy.

There’s no music making this awkward and gut-wrenching which you don’t see modern mvoies do.

I’m being torn apart ;w;

What a bitch

Knowing what happens these lines are hilarious

Will you help me

L I G H T S   O U T

red

STAB, STAB, STAB~

AHHHHHH HOOO HOO HOO HOOOIIEEEEE

I dunno like, you’d think Han Solo being stabbed to death with his son would feel more heavy but that was just... nothing.

A S P L O D E

Fucking Kylo TEEF

Night time, being chased by a crazy dork in the woods.

oh here it comes

TRAILER FUEL

YEUR A MUNSTAH

REY DOWN

C’mon Finn

TRAAAIIITOOORRRR

MORTAL KOMBAAAAAAAT

Fucking melee battle

Just fueled by the rage of his fallen friend, the desparation of the sun dissolving he fights for his life against a wounded lunatic.

Okay so maybe that cross saber has a use.

FINN DOWN

grabby time

oh no

REY GRABBED THE SABER

ROUND TWO, DARTH LOSER

This is unbearably xcool

Time to shoot the hole... like in new hope.

This ending is just all three original endinds with new stuff

30 seconds

SNEAKED IN SHOOT EM UP WOOOOOOOO

JUST LIKE ANNIE IN EP 1

only cooler

KA BLOOOOIIEEEE

fuckin’ A

this battle is just like in empire strikes back

fucking planet’s falling apart so it’s better

A tempting offer

Who wants kylo ren to be a teacher like he’d be like a nun

W 0 0 T

it’s the comeback

don’t give the hero a dramatic pause to focus

B E A T   D O W N

the struggle is real

K-O

Take that loser

there seems to be something between us, Ren

Welp the planet is collapsing woo

Finn don’t you die, Poe is a loser you’re cool Finn

Ah it’s Chewie in the Churger

oh yeah han died like I thought it was han but no he died XDDDDD

GTFO

Here comes the sun doot de doo doot~

Epic

Now for the final scene of congrats.

“Sorry General, your boyfriend was stabbed by his son and then the planet exploded”

H U G

Poor Chewie.

Fucking Artoo what are you doing here.

Like, this shoulda been episode 8 here, it feels like it shoulda ended with han’s funeral and the map was the start of the next movie aunno.

And Finn’s tale of a freedom slave blowing up the nazi death planet comes to a close.

Wait is she leaving?

I thought there was a funeral.

Nothing?

Not even an F?

Yeah then se see’s Luke’s hairy ass and it ends so awkwardly like this movie felt like two movies and THIS SHOULDA BEEN IN THE SEQUEL WHAT

Whoever wrote this is an idiot, whoever directed is even worse.

ANyways my conclusion is that the movie isn’t horrible, but... I dunno it’s about as bad as ep2 tho that movie’s crime was being boring, this one was too much story crammed into a short period and ruined opportunities.

I might watch ep 8 but I just am not invested like

HAN SOLO DYING MEANT NOTHING

Like fucking handing him a lightsaber what kinda ending is that

R O G U E   O N E   W A S   B E T T E R.

The end.

[somaybeimbiased]

SHINee 5 | Ghost Hunters AU

I redid this early post and I think I improved it, others also requests a couple things about this AU, so I just redid it bc the other one was messy

With increasing reports of things going ‘bump’ in the night, a team of 5 guys formed, and they travel around South Korea. They film their findings and post them on youtube. They have 20 million subscribers, even if they do talk in Korean. (Subtitles my guys) Viewers think they are all v cute and hilarious but also this is the most realistic ‘ghost’ show out there.

Onew- Research Analyst

He was never one to believe in ghosts.

He didn’t even think it was a possibility.

After his mom died and Taemin started blabbering about how mom was still around and that nonsense, it made him hate the prospect of ghosts.

But when his best friend in high school asked him to help out, he couldn’t say no.

His filming was trash, but it got the job done.

It was all fun and games until ghosts actually started moving stuff

The breaking point in his skepticism came when a door slammed shut behind him and locked him in Jonghyun’s cellar.

Might’ve cried a lil

After that, he went ham researching the paranormal.

His and Taemin’s dad is a  cop so he will sometimes ‘borrow’ his dad’s database computer to see if there is any sketchy happening in the history of wherever they are heading.

He was kind of against Key putting the first video on youtube, but it got popular so he forgave it.

Never gets used to the prospect that he has fans who like him the most out of their group. Like he has fangirls

After becoming a hit and getting 10k subscribers with only crappy iPhone videos, so after a while, they decided that they need more people on their team.

Put an ad on craigslist

The only ones who answered were his brother and Minho

Very much against Taemin and his boyfriend? Best friend?  Joining the team.

Thought that Taemin would turn it into a joke

But then he watched his little brother get possessed and he freaked tf out.

Got used to it after a while.

Their youtube channel continued through high school graduation and only got more popular.

They would film on the weekends.

He is really into it after a while and he basically becomes a human dictionary for ghosts

Like, ask him any question  and he will spit out the answer

Minho will only let him touch and cameras and other $$$$ equipment

“You’re the least likely to get scared or get possessed so-”

Except he runs into stuff all the time so?

Like if you think he is clumsy during the day, you should see him try to get around with a night vision camera.

Sometimes he will just trip or fall and Key s c r e a m s

“ARE YOU OKAY DID A GHOST GET YOU?!?!”

Jinki just kinda laughs it off, bc Key is so jumpy.

But overall he likes being a ghost hunter

Like it’s fun, plus he gets to spend a ton of time with his best pals

Jonghyun- The Leader

Every great story starts with a stupid decision.

Jonghyun’s was letting Key convince him to make and use an Ouija board during a sleepover when they were 13.

He 100% thought it was fake until the planchette started moving by itself even though Key and he were on the other side of the room.

And then him and key just like took the board and put it in the garbage.

But the damage had already been done.

His house was haunted.

Ever since then, he and Key had been trying to prove it to someone that they’d messed up Jonghyun’s house.

They invited Jinki over to try to get evidence on camera

So they made Jinki film using Key’s crappy iPhone and a cereal box voice recorder Key had saved boxtops for.

But then they caught some weird voices and the cellar door shutting on Jinki and they were spooked

Key put the evidence on a youtube channel and people went crazy for it.

They loved the video.

He wanted to make more, so him Key and Jinki tried just them for a year or so before deciding they needed to expand their group.

The ad on craigslist seemed to work bc they got a cameraman and a medium.

How cool are they?!

Once they started getting more and more popular, people would email him about coming to their house, business, etc.

Their youtube views were high too.

He 100% carries around a lil suitcase full of traditional ghost hunting stuff, like an ouija board salt, sage, etc.

Screams in falsetto

Gets scared easily, but is nowhere near as bad as Key

Sometimes Key’s screams startle him more than the spooky ghosts.

He also always gets scratches on his legs?

Like?

He can’t wear shorts anymore.

“No, I don’t own a cat.”

Lowkey thinks Taemin might be lying, but only because Jinki said he thinks it might be a coping mechanism.

But then Taemin sprouted off how a demon was following Jjong and has been attached to him since he was 13 and Jjong hadn’t really told anyone besides Kibum and Jinki what happened when he was younger so like

“Wow, okay, accepted.”

Key- The Comic Relief / Face of the group

This guy is scared of ghosts

Doesn’t know why he thought hunting them was a good choice.

Only in it for the potential views at first when they made Jinki film them in Jjong house.

1000% believes in ghosts though.

Made a youtube account for them.

GhostHunters5_25

He s c r e a m e d when they went viral

“SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE SEEN MY FACE”

Basically became an instant meme.

Pictures of him screaming and crying a lil are all over the internet.

Any fame is good fame.

100% let it go to his head.

Like, fame didn’t change him, he just got cocky with the ghosts.

It got worse when they really blew up after Taem and Mango joined the team.

Made everyone wear makeup for filming.

M: “I’m behind the camera why do I need makeup?”

T: “Also we are in the dark, I don’t-”

“SHHhshhhHSHhHh”

He was crazy for the views and stuff.

A skeptic of Taemin, like legit at the beginning he said they should kick Taem out.

“I can bring my dogs instead. They are just as cute as Taemin and dogs can sense things”

Got possessed once

It was for like 10 seconds

But he didn’t take it suuuper seriously until that happened.

He wanted to quit at first like he walked out of the house they were investigating.

Taemin tried to talk to him about it like

“Bum, I know you’re stressed but like, It happens to me all the time, and I’m fine.”

“No, you’re a freak! That’s why they go to you! If you were normal you would know how I feel!”

Taemin just left, and he ignored Key for 2 weeks straight.

Jjong and Jinki convinced Key to talk to him, bc if they didn’t patch stuff up, they’d lose their cameraman, their medium, and two of their best friends.

Everything was okay after he apologized.

From then on he would bring a doll with him to all investigations

The doll was an old cabbage patch kid

He named her Susan

“The ghost can possess the doll instead of me now”

The doll never actually gets possessed.

But sometimes 2min hide his dolls so he thinks it might’ve worked.

Also the fun cop™

Makes them go to the library before every new place to do research about it led by himself and Jinki.

Takes it suuuper seriously.

“Jonghyun, stop putting paperclips in Taemin’s hair”

“Where did Minho go?”

“Taemin, wake up you’re drooling all over the phonebook from 1987!”

“Minho when did you go get Panda Express?!”

Done with their bullshit

Minho- The Man behind the Camera

Didn’t actually know the others before this.

Like vaguely knew Jinki bc he is Taemin’s brother brother

But he really only knows Taemin, his bestboyfriend

They don’t like labels

One night Taemin showed him a crappy youtube video for three dorks hunting for ghosts.

“Isn’t that your brother filming? I didn’t know anyone could be so bad at filming! Who let that happen?

The film major was not impressed.

Left an angry comment on their video about how they need to get a proper cameraman.

A couple weeks later he was scrolling through craigslist while ignoring his homework and he found an interesting ad.

In search of extra crew to help investigate paranormal

“YO Tae, wanna become ghost hunters?”

Like he was aware Taem had that power, and those three morons needed a good camera guy tbh

Were the only ones serious about answering the ad

Him and Taem got the jobs because they were the only ones to actually answer the ad.

He told them that he was there just to handle equipment and be a cameraman

Quickly given a crash course on the good angles of Kim Kibum

Purposely zooms in on Key when he screams.

He is hella good with the camera work, and he is able to use extra footage sometimes for his film classes.

But he never really gets used to  what happens

Especially when he watches his best friend get possessed the first couple times

Did not cry

One time there was a loud crash in an old house they were investigating and they sent him and Taemin to check it out.

Surprise.

It was a skunk.

So now he always checks the site before setting up.

He also now keeps a few jars of tomato juice in his trunk for emergencies.

Taemin- Mr. Medium

He lowkey resented his brother for starting a paranormal investigation team after teasing Taemin a large portion of their children over Taemin making things up.

He and Jinki were never as close as they were before their mom’s death.

Jinki claimed Taemin was making stuff up, but Taemin let it slide because his mom told him that he was the only one who could see.

Like those rumors that younger kids can see past the physical world but as they get told that ghosts aren’t real and whatnot they lose the ability.

Those are true, but Taemin’s mom being a ghost made it so that he never stopped believing

When they asked Taemin what he could contribute to the team he just deadpanned

“I see dead people”

Jonghyun and Key asked him if he needed therapy.

He almost cussed them all out for being close-minded when they were the ones hunting the ghosts

He is a self-acclaimed Clairvoyant and a Clairsentient

He found out at a young age that he wasn’t normal

His and Jinki’s Mother died in an accident when he was 7

When his father got home to tell him the news

“Don’t joke! She’s right behind you!”

Therapy sucks.

It’s a touchy subject for him to this day.

He has fun with this though, he is able to feel and see the ghosts when they don’t hide themselves

This makes him a valuable asset to the team

Glad that the others allowed his bestboyfriend to be the cameraman too, bc Mango hadn’t shut up about Jinki’s shaking filming.

He instantly became a hit on the youtube channel

He got fangirls from this too.

It’s great to have anyone other than Minho alone believing him.

A lot of comments are about how the hot medium is their favorite and how genuine he is.

Like ‘oh hello, how did all these flowers end up at our house Minho?’

Also, if we talk about Key being a huge meme, we can’t forget about him.

He has a hilarious expression at least 50% of the time.

Gets possessed all the time though

OT4 asked him why he was the one to get targeted all the time

“What can I say, I must just be irresistible”

“They like me because I sympathize with them and my emotions are easily manipulated to suit them”

Also bc he is lowkey into Wiccan charms and it’s only to protect the others from harmful spirits.

Got really hurt when Key got possessed bc he was the one that stopped the spirit from being inside Key for too long, and then after the fact Key hurt him.

He also jokes around a lot outside of the site and when around OT4

Pulls lil pranks on them

But once they arrive, he is all business.

Randomly stares off into the distance all the time bc he sees a ghost

Lowkey afraid of ghosts, but only because he has gotten really hurt in the past from them

Prays all the time to try to protect himself more

/AN// I hope you guys enjoyed! I am wrapping up the semester next week so I’m hoping to start writing more! Thank you <3

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|| The Basics ||

Name:  Hylia Zelda of Skyloft! Nickname(s): Zel, Zellie, probably gremlin behind her back idk I am open to nicknames given to her by other muses ;v; Age: HARD TO SAY!! SINCE IT CHANGES She starts off 18, being a year older than Link, and then dramatically 1,000+ years older than Link after sealing herself away as well as regaining her memories as Hylia so... post SS she’d considered herself 19 for the sake of normalcy but chronologically and mentality she’s over a thousand years old maybe more since we were never told how far in the past she went just super super far  Species: Human or well Hylian

|| Personal ||

Religious Belief: Hyrule creation mythos uvu easier than saying Hylia since that’s more or less her haha!!  Sins: Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath Virtues: Chastity / Charity / Diligence / Humility / Kindness / Patience /Justice Primary Goals In Life:  She just wants to protect the Triforce while living her days in peace on The Surface... maybe find a name for it too while she’s at it who knows!  !Languages Known:  Hylian  Secrets: SHE!!! KEEPS THE WHOLE MORTAL GODDESS/HYLIA INCARNATE THING ON THE DL as such no one aside from Impa, Link, Groose, and Ghirahim and honestly maybe her father should know of her divine origins! She has no plans to reveal the fact she’s Hylia as of yet but wishes to someday in order to explain to Skylofitans the events that caused for Skyloft to return to Hyrule.  Savvies: Cool goddess powers and sword skills uvu she’s pretty smart thanks to being a brainy nerd who loves reading and tends to go for more defensive tech rather than offensive. 

|| Physical ||

Height: 5′3″-5′4″ she’s pretty average height for the most part!! Or well, I think that’s average in the states at least  Weight: She forgot! Scars/Birthmarks:  None!  Abilities/Powers: Light magic, she may no longer have eternal celestial powers under her belt but compared to other mortals who have magic her abilities are still divine in nature! We don’t see the true extent of her powers, but she can seal away herself or beings as powerful as demon god kings, bless weapons by embedding her divine powers but since the weapon is not the master sword where it can carry her magic for however long it needs to, there is a time limit to her blessings, more than likely she can heal but she doesn’t seem to have clairvoyance or telepathy.... Restrictions: ^^^^^ and well with her light magic there are limits to that too, her seals may last for a long time but not for eternity as they wane away in time. On top of that, should she seal herself away she’s... very vulnerable to attacks considering she has no means of defending herself. 

|| Favorites ||

Favourite Drink: Juices! PUMPKIN JUICE!!  Favourite Pizza Topping: More than likely veggies, she’s not a big meat eater. Favourite Color:  Pink and lavender! Favourite Music Genre: Folklore or anything played on the harp/lyre! Favourite Book Genre: She likes fairy tales that speak of the Surface on top of that adores historical texts and adventure novels!!  Favourite Movie Genre: Welll, fantasy, adventures, feel good sort of movies too! And documentaries!  Favourite Season: Spring Favourite Butt Type: o-O 

Favourite Swear Word: She doesn’t swear but either “Jeez” or “Darn....” will be the closest  Favourite Scent: Forest scent, the waft of the delicious smell you’d get upon setting foot into Lumpy Pumpkin, the earth after a rainstorm, wet grass Favourite Quote: “Time has stopped for me long ago.”

|| Fun Stuff ||

Bottom or Top: pls no!!!!!

Sings In The Shower: Yes!!! Are you kidding? YES!! Likes Bad Puns: Of course! They’re cheesy she thinks but despite the “huff” she may give out she’ll also have a small smile on her face and it won’t take long for her to burst out laughing  Morality: Lawful / Neutral / Chaotic / Good / Gray / Evil  Build: Slender / Scrawny / Bony / Fit / Athletic / Herculean / Babyfat / Pudgy / Obese / Other. Favourite Food: Pumpkin Soup because I’m a uncreative shit! Annnd stuffed pumpkin but like with no meat in it ;v; mushroom riceballs... honestly any veggie dishes!!  Boss” Theme Music :  HRM!! I can’t think of any at the moment but I do associate this theme with her so like maybe that! It’s beautiful, sad, and powerful  Their Opinion On The Mun: “Hmm..... lots of crying over us as of late, huh?”  

Was tagged by: no one

Tag 15 People: i’m not about to tag 15 people pls that’s too much wHO EVER WANTS TO DO THIS

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[Insinuation 2.7]

(Sorry about posting these out of chronological order; I didn't have a Tumblr blog yet when I first posted this one. Also, consider my liveblogs of 1.1 -> 2.6 lost to the ether.) [Insinuation 2.7] Brian and Alec were good looking guys, in very different ways. Lisa was, on the sliding scale between plain and pretty, more pretty than not. So Taylor admits to checking all of them out and also to finding them all attractive. Undersider harem when? Bug Please don't stick please don't stick I still want her name to be something cool like Myriad, but there's bound to be something of a joke to it. Lisa, though, put one of her arms around my shoulders and gave me a one-armed squeeze of a hug. She was a little older than I was, so she was just tall enough to be at the perfect height to do it. What caught me off guard was how nice the gesture felt. Taylor is attracted to girls theory: Confirmed?????? Actually, I get the impression that Lisa is supposed to be this but it's not quite coming across right and makes it seem like she has a thing for Taylor. We passed a twenty-something artist and his girlfriend, sitting on the sidewalk with paintings propped up around them. The girl waved at Lisa as we walked by, and Lisa waved back. Guessing she's an important character, a cape probably, but not one of the Undersiders. Circus? Spitfire? IDK I know too few names at this point. Alternatively, that was Uber and Leet. If that's the case, Leet was probably the girl and Uber the artist. If Tattletale's really a hacker, it'd make sense for her to be friends with someone named Leet. I supposed they might have a TiVo, though I’d never seen one. TiVo?????? Seriously, though, the Undersiders have a pretty fucking sweet loft. Also, Alec's an artist apparently. Knowing young fiction, this will either be the only thing he talks about ever or he'll never mention it again. ```“I’m jealous,” I admitted, meaning it.

“Dork,” Alec said, “What are you jealous for?”

“I meant it’s cool,” I protested, a touch defensively.

Lisa spoke before Alec could reply, “I think what Alec means is that this is your place now too. This is the team’s space, and you’re a member of the team, now.”How all great friendships start.“Last time he went up against Shadow Stalker, he came back here and bled all over a white couch,” Lisa groused, “nine hundred dollar couch and we had to replace it.”

“Fucking Shadow Stalker,” Alec commiserated.OOOH! Shadow Stalker sounds like they might be a rival villain. (Part of Faultline's group, maybe? Or perhaps the Empire, though the Undersiders don't seem to have major issues with them yet.) Can't wait to see them.Brian came back from the other end of the loft, raising his voice to be heard as he approached, “Rache’s not here, and neither are her dogs. She must be walking them or working. Dammit. I get stressed when she’s out.” He approached the couches and saw Alec sprawled on the one.OK now I'm 99% percent sure Brian and this Rachel girl are a couple, or he wants them to be. Or alternatively, she really is a mass-murderer with a dog fetish and that's why he's worried. Either way, isn't her identity public? If so, _why_ does she walk her own dogs, instead of having the other Undersiders do it for her? Indication of obsession? Possessiveness? Or maybe they have someone who can disguise people; Regent, maybe? Not sure if it would fit with his name, though. Regent, to me, suggests he might be part of some sort of Parahuman lineage (not sure how far back it could possibly go, since didn't Scion only appear in the 80s?) and that his power is _really fucking good_. He's their heavy hitter, the one who packs the most punches. Maybe he's a mini-Superman, complete with the "powers as the plot demands".“We’ll get you one,” he said, like it wasn’t even a concern. It probably wasn’t. “We generally haul in anywhere from ten grand to thirty-five grand for a job. That gets divided four ways… five ways now that you’re on the team.”Sounds like Taylor will be rich very quickly; she'll probably be against spending the money at first but give in after a little. She is the Queen Of Slippery Slopes, after all. In fact, I suspect the Undersiders are aware of that, b/c of Tattletale and are actively baiting her into falling all the way down and becoming a villain. However, they probably won't like the new, unrestricted Taylor Hebert.“I do know everything,” Lisa said, “It’s my power.”Still thinking superpowered hacker, possibly with some sort of tinkery flavor to it, with a probable focus on spying on and tracking people.“What?” I said, interrupting Brian. My heartbeat quickened, though I hadn’t exactly been relaxed to begin with, “You’re omniscient?”

Lisa laughed, “No, no. I do know things though. My power tells me stuff.”

Swallowing hard, hoping I wasn’t drawing attention by doing so, I asked, “Like?” Like why I was joining their team?

Lisa sat forward and put her elbows on her knees, “Like how I knew you were at the library when I sent me the messages. If I felt like it, and if I had the know how, I’m sure I could have figured it out by breaking into the website database and digging through the logs to find the address you connected from, but my power just let me skip that step like that.” She snapped her fingers.Damn it. I was wrong, wasn't I? But honestly that's a _horrifying_ power; she just _knows_ things she shouldn't. Like "everything about everyone ever", apparently. Perhaps it's some sort of weird form of clairvoyance; her power sees everything going on at once, but she can focus it on a specific person/area and it'll relay whatever it finds to her for her to make sense of with her deductive skills. Like having an omnipresent, invisible and intangible drone. Heck, maybe she's lying and she's just a Tinker with a specialty in surveillance and cloaking; would certainly explain how Rachel's able to regularly go outside, seemingly.Not giving him a chance to reply, she turned to me and explained, “My power fills in the gaps in my knowledge. I generally need some info to start from, but I can use details my power feeds me to figure out more stuff, and it all sort of compounds itself, giving me a steady flow of info.”Honestly I'm not entirely sure what she means by this, but it definitely seems like _every single one_ of my guesses as to her power was wrong.Lisa’s smile widened, “I’ll admit I cheated there. Figuring out passwords is pretty easy with my power. I dig through the PHQ’s digital paperwork and enjoy a little reality TV by way of their surveillance cameras when I’m bored. It’s useful because I’m not only getting the dirt from what I see, hear and read, but my power fills in the details on stuff like changes in their routine and the team politics.”At least I was right about her tendency to spy on people. And the PHQ's the _Protectorate_ ENE HQ, right? So essentially where the heroes work, and possibly live. Makes sense that Taylor wouldn't want to join the Wards if it's actually like that; she rather seems to enjoy having _something_ of a normal life and the ability to just go home and get away from this, to just be her father's daughter for a while. (Angsty plot twist: He's actually her stepdad, in addition to being a cape (maybe Armsmaster if he isn't a villain; tinkers seem sufficiently bullshit for that to work, and he was relatively nice to Taylor, if a bit businesslike-- _just like her father_.) and she learns both of these secrets at an inopportune time (perhaps after her first mission with the Undersiders?) and ends up leaving him and her civilian ID behind and moving in with the Undersiders full-time.)she grinned her vulpine smileNo way this isn't a fandom meme. Honestly, this just feels like such a memetic phrase and Wildbow _just keeps using it_. There are other ways to call someone sly and mischevious that don't involve how foxlike their smile is. Still thinking she's going to end up with Taylor, eventually and probably only temporarily. Unless she's also a double-agent. Would explain why she hasn't been the nicest to Taylor (she went out of her way to mess with her...), despite seemingly wanting her to join the team and seemingly caring about her. Grue, Alec and Rachel probably aren't going to double-cross the team, however. They seem like they're actually villains, albeit probably sympathetic ones. I can't wait to hear how despite seeming to only be in it for the money, they all have tragic backstories. Actually, perhaps having a tragic backstory is part of gaining powers; Taylor's got a lot of trauma and the Danny interlude did suggest that things turned from idyllic to tragic rather fast. And logically speaking, it makes sense that the villains would all have a lot of mental trauma; they're the people who society has chewed up and spat right out. Calling it right now that every Undersider is some kind of minority or other oppressed group: Brian: Black, possibly not straight. Possibly a single (adoptive?) parent? He seems close to the other Undersiders, so it doesn't seem like he'd live away from them by choice. If he's got a kid who he's desperately trying to keep away from this, things suddenly make sense. Or maybe a little sister/brother (I'm leaning towards sister), if he's too young to even be adopting children? Either way, he's definitely doing this for someone else's sake. If said person is old enough (i.e. 13+; I don't think the Undersiders would employ such a small child), they'll probably join the Undersiders after a few arcs of melodrama. Or if they're not, they'll do it (complete with the melodrama) after they grow up. Which Wildbow may only do so they can be paired with whichever Undersider doesn't get paired up, since I'm 100% sure they're going to end up a set of three couples, instead of a proper team of five. Bonus points if this hypothetical sister thinks Brian's a hero before learning the considerably more unsavory truth. Alec: He's definitely either gay or bi. There is no way that boy is straight. Also, he's got a French name, which is a pretty good sign he's going to be a Flamboyant Gay, especially if he picked it for himself. Lisa: A woman, also gay (probably). Possibly asexual, maybe? (She's definitely not aromantic, though; there needs to be at least something to use for shipping bait and "will-they-or-won't-they" tension, as Worm is basically YA.) Rachel: Maybe she's transgender? I'm guessing here. Didn't Taylor describe her as unladylike in appearance or something like that? Also possibly a butch lesbian* / gender non-conforming in some other way. *If she's a lesbian, Tattletale isn't one. It's a rule of how these things work. Though in that case, Tattletale wouldn't be a proper token character and would instead exist as a plot device / excuse for exposition and probably only exists to avert the Smurfette principle.They didn’t get a chance to tell me. I heard barking from downstairs. A matter of heartbeats later I was standing, three paces from the couch. Three snarling dogs had me backed against the wall, drool flying from their mouths as their teeth gnashed and snapped for my hands and face.``` Rachel can't control her dogs = confirmed? Or maybe she's a bit more unhinged than I was thinking, or both? I'm currently thinking that she's actually the sweetest and most innocent of the Undersiders, appearances be damned (it also makes her alias of "Bitch" rather ironic), but I could be extremely wrong. Since she works with dogs, she also probably has some skill as a vet, and probably acts as the Undersiders' medic as well.

I'm also starting to think that the Undersiders are using their actual names, and that they really do trust Taylor. Unless they're all lying about their names to each other as well as to Taylor, though they seem too much like fire-forged friends for that.

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The Possible Future Of WordPress In Mumbai India

The Possible Future Of WordPress In Mumbai India

THE FUTURE OF WORDPRESS

The future of WordPress is brilliant like a thousand sunlight for lack of a better simile. As soon as an ordinary blog composing system, WordPress is properly morphing into an application structure that's provoking specialists and beginners around the internet. A while back, we set out just how WordPress became and exactly how it grew into a content monitoring system (CMS) that powers over 75 million net websites, including heavyweight brands such as CNN, Jay-Z as a result much more. At the time of composing, WordPress is fairly the durable platform what with the arrival of brand-new modern technologies that, allow's face it, appear to come from Science fictions. If you're questioning, we drop a few terms that might fry your minds, yet please don't run away. Rather, remain because specifically just what we have in fact aligned today suggests all sort of excellent things for your WordPress-based service. If you surf, you are bound to uncover warmed discussions worrying monsters such as WordPress Relax API, WP-CLI, Calypso and backwards compatibility to name a few. The Future of WordPress Beyond 2017 Well, these are the example that make great sense just to programmers. Hell, topics like WordPress REMAINDER API astonish the crap out of many developers also, so we will definitely save you that kind of torture. Simply what we share today is simply how mentioned contemporary technologies could help you complete a whole lot more with WordPress. This residential or commercial property opens up evictions to a future of WordPress never ever seen prior to. Currently, please take my hand and allow us call upon Ahn Wee, the hipster Chinese clairvoyant that lives inside every clairvoyance. Jokes apart, let's get this over and also made with. Improvements to the WordPress Admin UI Not as long earlier, the WordPress admin was an eye sore. This we understand firsthand since we hopped on the damn time tool along with exposed simply how the WordPress admin UI has actually advanced. As well as while the user interface (UI) has nothing on a device such as Ghost, it's much boosted. Yet simply exactly what does the future of WordPress have in purchase us in relation to the admin UI? You presumed right if you anticipate the WordPress admin to transform for the better. If Calypso isn't really evidence sufficient, I typically aren't certain just exactly what is. My Jamaican friends would certainly resemble, "The hell is Calypso man?" If you have actually not mosted likely to WordPress.com in a while, you're losing out on the all new Calypso interface. Do not have a WordPress.com blog website? Well, Calypso gave WordPress.com blogs an extreme makeover in regards to admin UI.

future of wordpress calypso It's beautiful and also super-fast to mention the least (back at your Ghost), as well as you could easily as well as openly make use of Calypso to handle your self-hosted blog sites from one main area. The only requirement is you must activate Jetpack along with the WordPress.com home computer app. However, you could manage your self-hosted websites from your WordPress.com account. With Matt angling for a lot more very easy to make use of experience, Calypso is most likely to cross over to self-hosted WordPress in the future. This, or the WordPress layout team will think about a better UI, yet why transform the wheel when you currently have American Competing? Just the same, anticipate an improved WordPress admin that's cooler along with faster as compared to precisely just what we contend the min. This can just suggest amazing points for your WordPress service merely given that rate excels. There is likewise a distinctive possibility of seeing customized control panels many thanks to the REMAINDER API.

WordPress as an Application Structure

WordPress Rest API I believe rather very that JavaScript as well as API-driven interface are the future of not simply WordPress however the web.-- Matt Mullenweg This, Matt asserted at State of words back in 2015. Today it is quite a reality, with the REMAINDER API being combined right into WordPress core. Precisely just what is it with these tough words hombre? What's REMAINDER API? And just how, pray notify, is it crucial? Well, in its a great deal of fundamental type the REST API is simply code that permits you to send out as well as obtain data from WordPress regardless of the application you have. This recommends you might make use of WordPress as a framework to take care of material for any type of web application around. Greet to all type of excellent chances for the WordPress designer of the future. You might establish mobile applications on WordPress just as promptly as you build internet site. You might have indigenous apple iphone or Android applications operating on WordPress because-- REST API. If you had no concept, that Calypso animal we merely explained is simply a tailor-made user interface that communicates with WordPress by means of-- await it-- the REST API! Cross-Platform Compatibility WordPress & Javascript This furthermore suggests you can develop extremely customized WordPress motifs therefore much more. In other words, the REST API brings a lot of possibilities to the table, which implies the future of WordPress came to be also brighter. Photo structure apps in whichever programs language and also using the effective WordPress backend to have every little thing. It does appear terrific, ideal?

The Near Future Of WordPress In Mumbai India

The only disadvantage is, as a WordPress designer, you ought to up your JavaScript abilities to make the most of REST API. Yes, WordPress will certainly still run on PHP in the future, but much of front-end advancement will depend upon JavaScript. People, WordPress is no more just a CMS, it is presently a full application structure that can do essentially every little thing. Matt, in a Reddit AMA, asserted: I believe it (WordPress) is an excellent structure for anything content-driven. For factors like messaging that don't map well to WP's details version, you could still do it simply make some brand-new tables, do not aim to insert it in the conventional ones. At the end of the day, the REST API is an exceptional enhancement to the WordPress core that means you're not going anywhere quickly. Taking place swiftly ... A Bigger Item of the Client Base Pie

Viral WordPress Websites WordPress powers a massive amount of websites. It's one of one of the most prominent application framework (yes, this seems better than CMS) from right here to Mars and past. Many numerous other options will require years of development just to catch up. As well as with all these new updates going down consistently, you could expect a raising variety of individuals to get on the WordPress bandwagon. Of course, the future of WordPress indicates an extra beginner-friendly system that charms everyone throughout the board. The outcome? Bonus newbies sign up with. Beginners will not separate hair aboard in addition to designers throughout the web will not assume WordPress is just a blog writing system. Many thanks to the REMAINDER API, all designers will identify the unchecked power of WordPress is at their beck and also call whenever. The result? Programmers from all walks of life join. Opinion by them experts has it WordPress perseverance over 35% of the internet by the year 2020. That's a substantial number thinking about WordPress currently runs 1 from 5 sites in 2017. Do you need us to inform you just what a private base of this percent implies for your WordPress-related solution? If you need us to hold your hands in concerns to this, it implies a great deal of organisation possibilities, a bigger in addition to much better area therefore far more. The area is just one of WordPress' strengths, and also the owning stress behind a great deal of (if not all) WordPress things. The huge market measurement and the growth neighborhood around WordPress are two factors it is fantastic to base your service around WordPress.-- Muhammad Haris Front-End Material Layout

The Extended Of WordPress In Mumbai India

Aesthetic Author Frontend Editor With the development and also appeal of WordPress page house building contractors such as Beaver Building Service Provider, Visual Author as well as these site structure devices (by means of Website Building Specialist Insider), it is evident there's a faction of WordPress clients that delight in front-end web content design. The fad has moved to WordPress themes with one of the most efficient delivery with full-on page structure professionals. Now, you need not recognize a line of code to work up eye-catching formats like a company. Just what does this state concerning the future of WordPress? We can prepare for to see much more front-end house builders get in the industry. These could be standalone plugins or building service providers that are integrated stylishly. That apart, it's testing to create web pages inside the indigenous WordPress editor. This doesn't alter whether you utilize the visual editor or toggle to the text editor, with the last demanding some coding capabilities. With specifically how points look along with to keep most newbies sane, WordPress could ship with an in-built websites structure specialist in the future. Well, it would not damage a bone to create impressive web pages right from within WordPress. As well as even more designers change the REST API and also become aware of all the amazing points JavaScript suggests for the front-end, much of design job will absolutely relocate from the backend. This suggests you will certainly not spend hours in addition to hrs educating clients the best ways to change a typeface listed below and some color there. It's all excellent as long as we abide by the best criteria and also make code bloat a distant memory. Drag as well as go down material production isn't truly a pattern, it is below to stay. Concentrate On Mobile Responsiveness & Efficiency WordPress Mobile Ready When asked about the most significant difficulty facing WordPress, Matt mentioned making WordPress far more mobile pleasurable is of utmost relevance. His precise words were: I think mobile is very challenging since it's primarily on closed systems. Responsive along with mobile-first site style was uncommon a number of years earlier. In a globe where most of people browse on mobile devices, you could not spend for to run an inflexible website. Yet, there are organisations with web sites that are as stiff as tight gets. WordPress designers create receptive things nowadays along with the outcomes are impressive. Accessing the WordPress admin from a cellular phone is not specifically smooth. There's so little you could do on a smart phone. A great deal more job is required in this area, and the even more receptive WordPress happens (particularly in the areas that really issue), the higher the fostering rate among mobile clients. We could expect WordPress to end up being additional responsive in the future.

Effectiveness

WordPress Rate On concerns effectiveness, the WordPress group has an eager focus on security, usability and rate. Or as Matt puts it: Primarily among the most essential points for a system are stability, price, along with safety. To do those well you require the ability to press updates and also options as close to real-time as possible. And it ought to operate in every language. Private confirmation, info as well as caching abstraction. He has some referrals for aiming concept as well as plugin designers likewise:

The Foreseeable Future Of WordPress In Mumbai India

Format as well as use are extra important than ever. See a chum or family member effort to use your plugin throughout, as well as it'll provide you a lots of recommendations on exactly how you can make it far better. Much better, WordPress utilizes plugin-driven advancement in the sensation that brand-new features are trialed as plugins initially to accumulate feedback from consumers. This gives lots of room for performance upgrades that suggest just great things for the future of WordPress. When all is stated along with done, WordPress major focus is to earn the system valuable to the standard Joe, while supplying power people the gadgets they need to bend the structure however they choose. It's tough, so please make your payment presently. WordPress Will Aid Additional Languages WordPress Translations WordPress polyglots aim to relate the platform right into as several languages as feasible in addition to this earnings in the future. A great deal more designs and plugins become translation-ready in the future of WordPress that Ahn Wee sees. If you want to make use of WordPress in your very own language, this can be your possibility to create the WordPress you will be honored to reveal your children. We have actually covered WordPress translation in the very best methods to contribute to WordPress, so do not maintain back. A great deal more Convenience of accessibility. WP Schedule. We could not omit our sensory damaged bros as well as brother or sisters since they consist of the future of WordPress also. Numerous thanks to API-driven interfaces, programmers have extra flexibility to create a WordPress that helps customers "... with sensory impairments, with the selection to turn particular ease of access features on as well as off taking advantage of JavaScript"-- wpmudev. WordPress has actually released it's own Accessibility Manual however there are numerous various other open source sources for programmers on the web (like the entirely complimentary WP Access plugin). With these devices designers could hone their things to guarantee their themes and plugins work by every person. An outstanding instance if the Total WordPress motif, which incorporates new gain access to attributes with each upgrade (amongst the main factors that the University of Hawaii chooses to utilize Total).

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