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Rafal vs Rhian ( Parenting / Parents Debate )

Rafal would be the time to be alarmed if his children cough. I feel like he would be the type to always monitor and make sure his children are okay, he would always be up to date with his children. Like Rafal children would love him so much, that they'll come to him for anything.

Rhian on the other hand, I feel like he just doesn't want any kids. Like he'll be the type to leave his children in the house for days and come back and realize that his kids are there. He'll be neglectful and just... Forget.

Now his children would be close to Rafal's children if they had them together, they would have a bunch of sleepless and fun holidays together.

I also feel like Rhian would be the type of parent to teach them to be bad, like do evil things and such.

Rafal would be the type to read his children bedtime stories and kiss their forheads goodnight.

While Rhian would be the type to scream at them to go to sleep or some evil shit like that.

I also feel like there would be a difference in how their children would come out.

Rafal children would be spoiled, but they would know the difference between good and evil.

They would be obedient and never talk back, only one time did that happen.

Rhian children would be entitled and feel like everything belongs to them, they would immediately belong to Evil and this time without hesitation and they would not bat an eye at that.

Rhian and Rafal children would get along up until the point where they go to sge school and things would change.

They would go their separate ways.

Which would cause problems between Rhian and his brother Rafal.

They would not understand what the issue would be... Until everything is in the open.

Now I feel like Rafal would name his children after God's and Goddess.

That's just my opinion.

And Rhian?.

Just random ass old boring ancient names he found from Google or some shit.

But everyone can have their own opinion, I'm just stating mine.

What do everyone else think?.

Everyone/anyone can comment their own opinion ------->

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[deadlynightshadeunderthestars]

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Isaiah stood before his throne, gazing down at the crowd. They were loud and animated, but he could sense the skepticism from some in their midst.

He paid no mind to it; he knew that many of them were still loyal to their previous king and queen.

It was a common theme in fairy tales, resistance to change and a longing for the past.

He reached out to the crowd and offered a smile, but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

Then came the shouts and jeers from the crowd.

“Traitor!”

“Go back where you came from!”

“We don't need someone like you!”

“We need a true king!”

In a flash of anger, he grabbed the crown and hurled it to the ground, where it nearly shattered upon impact.

A stunned silence fell over the crowd as they gawked at his display.

Isaiah could feel the surge of magic coursing through his veins, threatening to break free from his control.

Stepping forward on the stage, he raised his voice.

“You are all fools! If I am not your king, then none of you will survive! It's either me or no one at all!” he bellowed.

But everyone didn't care, they wanted him gone.

Angered he left the stage and motioned for his guards to follow him.

There was work to do.

Lots and lots of work to do.

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Smeared Hearts

Credit to @rosellemoon for this oddly, insanely compelling idea about the fluffy, rainbow Storian. I couldn't help myself, so I took her ideas and ran with them.

Here is the link to the original post.

@heyo-428 @cetastars @harmonyverendez Read this, if you’re still interested in the fluffy pen story!

Note:

I did toy around with the order of Rise’s series of events a little, and included elements of Fall. So, be warned: the continuity is by no means perfect, the tone is intended to be more comedic (and sometimes more modern?) than usual, and I wrote this more for the concept than the plot at first. You could consider it a loose chronological series of vignettes, if that’s easier to understand because it isn’t quite a full story. It cuts from scene to scene. Or, rather, it is a story with a lot of scene breaks. Also, this was kind of an impulse fic, so I didn't start with a plan until a little later, but I did edit.

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When Rafal agreed to be named a School Master of the renowned School for Good and Evil, he hadn't expected to become a pet owner, or something of that ilk.

When he initially saw it... it was fluffy and rainbow. Oh, the indignity of it all, of his life. What had he agreed to?

He groaned. The Storian wouldn’t have been his first choice of godlike pens, but he supposed a magical, fluffy pen was better than no magical pen at all.

The Storian drew a heart on Rafal's hand. It was about the size of a coin.

He grimaced.

Why couldn't the pen have chosen a more tasteful mark? A crown, or an ace of spades perhaps. Even an abstract scribble would have been fine, preferable even.

When the Storian drew his brother's heart, Rhian had laughed at its tickle, and the Storian had taken his response as a sign that it was welcome to snuggle up with Rhian every night, beside him in bed like a beloved pet.

Rafal slept alone.

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Rafal had lost all faith in the Storian.

The irritating pen knocked things from tables. It beat Rafal's dish-breaking record within a week. And, it mussed up his hair, and shed all over his robes, slacks, and jackets. If any comparison could be drawn, it was most like a recalcitrant cat, an everlasting thorn in his side.

He couldn't face his students covered in feathery scraps of rainbow fur! The Nevers would ridicule him.

Invest in a lint brush, he noted to himself. That would settle it.

And shave that pen to boot. Not that he could. The little devil was fast, and would punish him for high treason.

Rhian wouldn't mind, he told himself. But, his brother loved that worthless thing. Of course he would mind. The Storian was practically Rhian's child. Rhian's baby talk drove Rafal up the wall. He was so mawkish and cuddly with it, as if it weren't already a combination dust magnet and feather duster that aggravated allergies.

No way would anyone ever see him petting the thing. It was an object, not even a living object, just unusually sentient. It was a patently false imitation of a real animal.

Rafal’s Stymphs were far superior to the pen, and they obeyed him and his commands as any good pets ought to do. Though, he considered the Stymphs more akin to his faithful soldiers, pledged to serve his eternal cause of Evil than well… pets, or whatever the pen was to Rhian.

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Lately, Rhian was becoming obsessed with the Storian, and it worried Rafal.

At least he wouldn't have to worry about Rhian getting attached, only to catch it belly-up, and be forced to fly to the nearest pet store and cosmetic apothecary to replace it with a magic-surgery-modified duplicate before Rhian saw. Getting the last fish to look identical had been one hell of a sleepless night he’d spent in a race to preserve Rhian’s feelings. He’d stayed up to ensure the new pet was in place, and had to bury the old one at the crack of dawn while Rhian was still asleep.

But, with a pen, that couldn't happen. What could possibly go wrong?

Well, he knew the worst had happened far too many times. Rhian tended to kill things with too much love. It was absolutely sickening. He'd overfed goldfish in the past, almost the Wish Fish too, if Rafal hadn't put an immediate stop to it, and he had overwatered various hydrophilic plants from humid, tropical climates.

Rhian didn't have the best track record when it came to pets. Or self-preservation for that matter. He’d struck up conversations with strangers left and right.

A pen could be good for him. It had no expiration date. It didn't even have a mortal life, so no matter how incompetent Rhian was, he couldn't kill it. No responsibility aside from keeping it entertained, no risk of accidentally killing it, something to distract him from Rafal's own wrongdoings. The pen could prove useful in that regard. Yes, he could live with it, he decided.

Then again, maybe the right question to ask was whether it had feelings. Could he insult the pen? And what would happen if he did? He was sure Rhian would be none too pleased. But what about the Storian itself?

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Rafal eyed the heart on the back of his hand. It was glaringly obvious and far too… sentimental. He had to do something about it. Scrubbing vigorously hadn't worked. He'd only succeeded in scrubbing the skin of his hand red, raw, and dry.

Rhian had haughtily told him he needed moisturizer.

Rafal snapped back that he knew. “Go bother someone else with your fussiness, Rhian!”

In the end, he'd bought black, supple, leather gloves, fitting of his look. They molded to his skin perfectly, and they didn't clash with his typical mode of dress.

Rhian accused him of being needlessly "edgy." Well, there was just no satisfying him, was there?

But, Rhian was a squeamish fussbudget, and his opinion held no weight here. So, Rafal wore the gloves. And soon, the years turned to decades, decades turned into a century, and the Woods kept living.

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Rafal wore his gloves every day without fail—until he needed the additional dexterity that could only be afforded by flesh and bone fingers while drowning in the sea amid Night Crawlers.

He tore off the gloves, and in his haste, flashed the rainbow-inked heart at James, James who began to snicker at the thing like it was the most contemptible mark in the world.

"Thought you were Evil. Eh, Master?" James taunted.

"Shut up. It's-it's Rhian’s,” Rafal lied, stuttering through his embarrassment. No need to explain a fluffy pen of all things to James. He'd only think Rafal a dolt.

The heart was so cloyingly sweet, but it still made him feel vulnerable when it was seen, out in the open.

Astonishingly, James’ previously murderous expression softened and its matching intent evaporated. "Guess you wear your heart on your sleeve then. Like the Good do, or as close to Good as you can get, huh? Wouldn't mind saving me then, wouldja?"

Rafal gave the heart a sidelong glance. “Fine,” he muttered unaffected with marked disdain.

In the end, neither of them made it to the underwater prison of Monrovia, which contained the infamous Saders, but no matter. They were both out alive, albeit drenched.

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Suspended aloft, ever an eye, the pen bore witness to a stalemate between the School Master brothers and the Pirate Captain.

The Pirate Captain loped forward. “So, you've got a pen that draws maudlin hearts?” he drawled.

"Yes,” Rafal said through gritted teeth. The leather of his gloves was cracked and split by this point, and creaked when he held a staunch grip. He’d formed fists, but he held himself back. The man didn't deserve a blow to the jaw, yet.

Off to the side, James winced, and drew a great step back to distance himself from his sorcerer friend.

Ferret-boy lolloped into the fray. “Yer magical pen does what?” he piped up, as if he'd been deaf to the Pirate Captain's question.

Him on the other hand—he had it coming for him. Rafal bristled, clenching and unclenching his fist instinctually. His dispassionate gaze morphed into a glare.

“It be drawing that craven, girlish thing on ya hand? Gotta be stark raving mad fer that to ’appen,” Ferret-boy quipped again.

Rhian stiffened, face heating.

Rafal defended, “It's not stupid, fussy, or effeminate. Even if it is, it's my only tie to Rhian at the moment, and I, for one, would prefer to keep it, along with my immortality, if you'll excuse me, pests.” He nodded at James, and turned to leave.

The Pirate Captain lunged for the pen without warning.

The Storian darted away, answering with a sugary jingle. Then, it coiled like a spring, launched, and jabbed the Pirate Captain viciously in the chest.

"Oof," the bested Pirate Captain breathed, clutching his torso.

A true pity that it hadn’t drawn blood, Rafal carped internally.

Self-satisfied, the pen twirled in the air, and flew back to the brothers. It curled up in Rhian's waiting hands like an overgrown, weaselly, color-dyed rodent, its noodly form like a piece of rope gone limp.

Rhian headed back to the School, safely cradling the pen.

Rafal stayed back on the dock to deal with the pirates, and give James a proper send-off.

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Rhian had never taken an interest in women’s undergarments until now, but he was desperate.

He had already sifted through the Beautification classroom’s storage, and had come up with nothing. So, now, he was knee-deep in Dean Mayberry’s dresser drawers that he’d pulled out entirely, and he found himself rifling through her delicates at an alarming rate.

He soon chanced upon what he was searching for, and fished out a pair of airy, white gloves trimmed in lace that she’d worn to a recent soirée. He pressed his lips together grimly. They would have to do. Hopefully, Rafal would be distracted anyway. His new attire could divert Rafal’s attention.

He reasoned to himself that a smudge meant nothing, and hummed to himself nervously. It couldn’t be covering up duplicity. That would be Evil.

He wasn’t Evil.

He buttoned the gauzy, eggshell white gloves up high with their glossy, pearl buttons. Then, he went on his usual rounds over the School grounds, pretending nothing was wrong.

Rhian should have known his brother would first set his eyes on his hands. His glove-covered hands.

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As Rafal flew overhead, approaching the School's clearing, he roughly tugged on his gloves again. Then, he saw something had gone wrong as he glanced down at Rhian from afar.

Rhian clearly had a new, downy, swan-feather outfit, a cloak of pure, shining spun-gold, and something else. Something new. He was wearing dainty, white gloves.

Rafal caught sight of another, unsubtle change through the tower window. He was horrified to find that Rhian had apparently commissioned a golden cage for the Storian while he was gone.

Seemingly, Rhian now tended to it even more regularly, as if he were sure it would grant him a favor, like a genie or a magical creature of that sort would, once caught and released for a wish in exchange for its freedom.

How childish could his brother get?

The moment Rafal's boots hit the windowsill, he peeled off his leather gloves, and noticed that for once, from just minimal friction, the interference of the glove’s coarse fibers, the seawater and his sweat, his heart had smeared.

His heart looked more scrawled than deftly inked. It was a messy blur of rainbow splotches on his pale skin. It didn’t look right, smeared like a stain, an iridescent oil spill, formless and hazy, like liquified beetle wings and mercury.

It was supposed to be as permanent a mark as one from a branding iron. It was a fixed tattoo! It couldn't just be wiped clean away!

Rafal blinked, rubbing at his eyes, trying to clear his tainted vision.

The smudge stubbornly remained.

Something had gone wrong while he was gone. Something sinister.

Rafal stepped into the tower chamber, legging it over the windowsill. He did not observe the cloaked, vampiric man fleeing the scene, memento mori etched on his skin.

Rafal reasoned these circumstances out to himself slowly: Rhian had probably figured that because Rafal never took off his gloves, except in the dark, at night, to sleep, that he'd never notice anything was amiss. But something was. Something grave enough to compel Rhian to cover it up, to erase his mistake.

Their bond had been besmirched by something. By someone. A stranger Rhian had opened his heart to. But was their bond broken?

The implications sank in. If it was broken, he could now be killed.

Rhian flung open the door, and greeted Rafal with cheer, yet he seemed wary.

Uncharacteristically, Rafal reached out to Rhian for a hug, and used the rare moment of closeness to yank Rhian's glove off.

The seams burst with the amount of force he applied and the pearl buttons popped off, catapulted in all directions, clattering to the floor, bouncing and rolling between the stone tiles into every last crack and crevice.

Rhian gasped and tried to shove his hand into a pocket.

Rafal trapped him by the wrist.

Beheld, as sure as day, was a bloodred V slashed in ink, like a scar of rouge in Rhian’s disfigured, melted, rainbow heart stamped around it.

Rhian's hand turned gelid, clammy, and slick in Rafal’s grip.

Someone had replaced him, Rafal concluded, without a word.

Rhian did not even try to offer excuses. It would be too humiliating to explain how he’d let Vulcan violate him during one of their dinners. He blushed at the candlelit memory.

Rafal dropped Rhian’s wrist. “Woe are we,” he sniped bitterly.

Rhian’s eyes welled with tears, but Rafal wouldn’t look at him.

Rafal couldn’t look at Rhian.

In fact, both brothers had fallen silent as the pen scratched away, swishing back and forth like a pendulum.

Rafal glared at the fluffy pen that shivered and flounced and puffed itself up like a fox's tail in the breeze. From across the room he could sense the pen's swift movements as it whisked through the air.

Wisps of shed fluff floated in the sunlight filtering through the silver curtains in spotlit shafts.

He felt the swoosh of the pen's fluff.

It twitched like it was winking at him, and slunk towards his legs like a cat. The pen twined itself around his legs in greeting. For several rounds, it wound itself around him.

He stood uncomprehendingly until his rage got the best of him. He extricated himself from the pen, and couldn’t bring himself to care about brushing the fluff from his slacks.

Rafal jumped out the window, to fly off, and figure things out for himself. The crisp air stroked his bare hands for once, and the sharp wind ripped away the excess fluff, battering his clothes and rippling cloak.

Now, he had to keep his heart in sight at all times, until he reversed this curse. No matter if anyone thought anything while his heart was exposed. They could all go to Hell for all he cared. He was doing this for Rhian.

And to save his own lost heart as well.

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He flew away at full throttle, landed, and set off at a brisk pace, slamming into a boy with golden curls, grey eyes, and a cherub-like face. The exact sort of fellow Rhian would crush on!

“Who are you? Are you the V?” Rafal demanded.

The boy looked confused, and narrowed his eyes, fuming. “Name's Midas," he gruffed, putting up a front. “Who're you?” He stabbed a finger at Rafal's chest.

“Your worst fears,” threatened Rafal placidly.

Midas’ eyes widened.

Rafal shot back up the silver tower, and hurtled through the window, Midas in tow, grasped in his iron grip over the starchy fabric of the boy’s shirt. Coolly, he tossed aside a squirming Midas, who scudded across the room, aided by his sorcery, and left the boy for a moment, vowing to deal with him later.

He turned to Rhian, who stood agape, next.

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Rafal marched deeper into the stone chamber, snatched Rhian's wrist, and dangled his limp hand in front of their faces. “What's this?” he said quietly, menacingly, pressing down on Rhian’s pulse.

He dragged Rhian up to the Storian, and released him.

Rhian stumbled forward, only managing to stay upright with Rafal’s firm hold on his shoulder.

“WHAT'S THIS?” Rafal shouted at the trembling pen, now thrusting his own outstretched, ink-stained hand at the pen.

The Storian, previously backed up against a bookcase, leapt into its cage, and rattled around. It cowered at the back of the cage, against the golden bars.

“This can't be what I think it is. I love him,” Rafal assured the pen feverishly. He sank to his knees in desperation, casting his gaze up at the pen.

Rhian dropped to the floor with him, and looked pleadingly at his pet.

Long and sinuous, the pen performed a twist in midair with a light jingle, as if considering the chastened School Masters before it, contemplating their tale. It moved with broad brushstrokes, white streaks of erasure, fine, gossamer threads spinning through the air, weaving around the brothers’ forearms.

The hearts vanished off their hands.

Rafal flinched, and shielded Rhian.

Rhian quivered, his heart throbbing against Rafal's own pounding rib cage. He gripped Rafal's upper arms, bracing himself behind his brother for the worst, for his precious pet to turn on him.

Yet the pen forgave.

It hovered over their hands, and drew new hearts, the same as it had done a century before.

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Note:

I'd love to know your reactions and thoughts, or if anyone laughed. What specific parts got a rise out of anyone? Did I manage to shock anyone, with anything? I’d love to know what. Feel free to comment anything and ask any questions if there’s confusion.

I hope everything’s up to par. Did anything (specific or not) feel out of character? I didn’t check the books, and I sort of forgot what Hook’s, the Pirate Captain’s, and Midas’ dialogue sound like. If anyone catches any inaccuracies, feel free to let me know. Also, if there's anything else wrong grammatically, or in terms of clarity, please tell me.

[heyo-428]

So I said i’m a comment on a post I would share my Rafal playlist with you all and I want to preface this by saying some of these songs are based off my own interpretations of his character or personal headcanons.

Tagging the sge prequel fans bc obvi

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The songs with reasons are all below the cut!

MAJOR SPOILERS!!!

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift

- Do i need to explain?

Mastermind - Taylor Swift

- “No one wanted to play with me as a little kid

So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since

To make them love me and make it seem effortless

This is the first time I've felt the need to confess

And I swear

I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian 'cause I care”

THATS THE MOST RAFAL THING EVER

Also the last line, reminds me of the scene where he’s talking to the students and getting them to hell him fight against Rhian he says something like “if i’ve gone to far it was to protect everyone”

Sign of the Times - Harry Styles

- Idk reminds me of his death

- And “we never learn we’ve been here before” makes me think of the fact he got stabbed by the Storian in Rise and Fall and the symbolism it holds.

Mercy - Shawn Mendes

- “I’m prepared to sacrifice my life” is when he jumped in front of Rhian in Rise

Bad Habit - Steve Lacy

- “I wish I knew you wanted me”

Idk it’s giving James X Rafal yk

People I Don’t Like

- Fits his personality lmao

Murders - Miracle Musicsl

- “All for nothing at all” IS HIM DYING IN FALL LIKE “oh i did all that for rhian and got nothing in return”

Gilded Lily - Cults

- Same as above “Haven’t I given enough?”

- Also, “Always the fool with the strongest heart”

Christmas Kids - Roar

“You’ll change your, and change your mind, and leave this fucked up place behind, but I’ll know I’ll know.” Rhian killing and taking his identity and Rafal being the only who knows :(((

Heather - Conan Gray

- Another James X Rafal one but “But you like her better, I wish I was Heather,” BUT MAKE IT KYMA BECAUSE APPARENTLY JAMES AND KYMA ARE A THING? (Where did Soman find that one? Up his ass?)

Another Love - Tom Odell

- Him not being able to show sympathy for anyone else really because he’s wasted all his time and energy on Rhian

If I Killed Someone for You - Alec Benjamin

- Since Rafal had changed who he was for Rhian to be good I thought this was fitting since the point of the song is “I killed a part of myself for you, am I enough now?”

Many more Taylor Swift songs but I didn’t want my playlist to be a ton of Taylor Swift. I can’t think of some off the top of my head right now.

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[asvterias]

𝖡𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 (𝟤) ~ 𝖧𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗈𝗇

Part 1

Warnings: Major Angst, Main Character Death, Mentions of Dead Parents, Dead Siblings, Past Trauma, Mentions of Dismembered Limbs & Suicidal Thoughts

Pairings: No Humanity!Hope Mikaelson x Black!Female!Human!Reader

Summary:

Tag List: @clarkegriffinslever @queen-bunny @carolslittleslut @harmonyverendez @ilovehopemikaelsonn

Word Count: 3,201

Author’s Note: Kol will be played by Daniel Sharman.

*gif is not mine*

After spending one month and a half with Hope, she started to fall for you. Yes, yes, she still knows that her humanity is off but she'll do tiny – very tiny gestures to show that she appreciates you.

As you and Hope's relationship progressed, you soon realized that you started to fall for the emotionless tribrid. You know that it was wrong and unrequited but love happens in mysterious ways, do they not?

Right now, you were getting dressed for a Mikaelson dinner and jitters in your stomach on how this dinner would pan out. Will the Mikaelsons actually be successful in turning back on Hope's humanity or will it be a disaster waiting to happen?

Lightly brushing off the negative thoughts as you finalize your red ruby lipstick on your plump brown lips. Now looking at yourself in the mirror, you were impressed with your reflection.

Walking out of the bedroom and Hope immediately made eye contact with your clothing. At first, she checked you out cause it was impossible not to.

“You're not wearing that.” She spoke.

“Excuse me, I'll wear whatever I please.” You responded, folding your arms.

“Fine, but put on my leather jacket. Don't want you freezing your ass off.” Hope remarks back, quickly taking off her black leather jacket and leaving the apartment.

Yeah, there's nothing like sweet hospitality. You didn't need a fortune teller to know the outcome of this Mikaelson family reunion. This family dinner was going to be a full disaster and somehow you'll be trapped right in the middle.

You didn't know just how right you would be.

“Who is the extra plate for?” Hope questioned, “Elijah?”

“Maybe we should hear them out,” You suggested to the tribid. Suddenly her eyes meet yours in a sharp glare, “Why are you taking their side?”

“Just trying to see both sides.”

“Oh, I know what you were trying to do. You're nothing to me.” Hope seethes, halting at you, “You were nothing and never will be anything to me. You're just a measly weak little human who whores around other people for attention.”

You tried to not let it get to you. Keyword: tried. But when the words start to eat away at your soul, it's hard to let them go so soon.

“Hope, it's not her fault. We bargained with her, let us suffer the consequences not her.” Freya tried to persuade her niece.

“No! She deserves this, she lead me on — made me feel happy that I was emotionless.” Within seconds, you were slammed against the wall, her hand clamped around your neck.

“It's a shame, that I have to kill you. You were getting so interesting.” Hope nonchalantly states before snapping your neck. Blurry visions and sounds started to succumb all around you with one ease, she twisted your neck.

Black. Pitch black, that was all that surround you now. Is this what death feels like? Drowning into your worst fears for the rest of eternity. If so, you'd be finally free away from all of your problems. Maybe, you'd meet your cousin Camille now in the afterlife.

Appearing under a dim light, you took place of your surroundings to notice that you were at an abandoned train station. Your heart started to rise as flashbacks went through your brain. The sounds of an invisible runaway train loudly rumbled moving its way along the tracks.

There you saw your twin brother in front of you. You felt like crying at the scene of his body state. His insides were ripped open, hanging out of his body, a vampire bite visible on the left of his neck.

“[Name]. Why didn't you warn me?” You started to back, already pleading for your life. His footsteps getting louder, “I'm dead because of you!” He shouted at you, menacingly stalking closer to you. “It should have been you instead!”

“No, I'm sorry.”

“You're sorry!” He asked incredulously, “I'm dead and you're still alive.”

“No! No! You're not real, I'm just going slowly crazy, that's all.” You covered your arms between your legs, rocking back and forth, hearing the voices getting louder. The screaming and shouting all became deafening to you as an ear-piercing echo vibrated around the abandoned train station.

Instinctively, you tried to cover your ears as best as you could but it was no use. You didn't even realize the change of setting and found yourself in a moving car.

“Mom? Dad?” You shakily said as your mom turned towards you with a small smile.

“Look who's finally up.” She greeted you.

Before you could even comprehend further, the scenery flickered simultaneously glitching like when a tv had losts its connection. “Hubert watch out!” Your mother shouted to her husband.

The sound of a truck horn was the last thing that you heard of before it all went black. Few seconds later, you jolted awake by the smell of smoke so you began to cough trying to inhale fresh air. Your mind was still hazy as you tried to fix your thoughts.

“[Name], wake up!” Your brother harshly shakes you. Instantly, you jerked your hand back at the sensation feeling a numbness in your arm.

“Wait, we can't leave mom and dad.” You leaned forward and touched her neck to try to look for a pulse. Unfortunately, her pulse was no longer there meaning that she had died from the impact.

“Get her out of here Caleb.” Your dad commands your brother, wheezing slightly at his urging words.

“[Name], let's go.”

“Like hell we are?!” You started to yell, “We need to help dad.”

With all of his might, he dragged you out of the car to remove any further damage. Once you were a good few feet away from the car, it blew up, the heat radiating off of your face. Making it back on your legs you hissed as soon as you stood up, gazing down at the gash on your right leg which started to ooze out blood.

Paying no mind to your injury as fury filled your eyes. “This is all your fault!” You blamed your brother, “If you would have listened to me, none of this would have happened. I hate you. I hate you!” You started to hit him but it didn't seem to take effect on him.

Forcefully he grabbed your hands and pulled you into a hug, “I had to, to protect you.” Evidently, his soothing words were enough to calm you down. “Let’s take a look at your leg.”

Thinking that you had lost all faith until you saw a bright flashing light at the end of the tunnel. You squinted your eyes at the sudden light and Camille appeared from it. “It's not your time yet, [name].”

Having nothing else to lose, you reached out for it, and you were pulled into it by an unknown source.

Abruptly opening your eyes, your face was broken out into a cold sweat. Backing away instinctively from the many hands that were swarmed around you. They got the message and backed away from you, though it seemed like one didn't obtain the memo.

“Get away from me!” You cried out, voice seeping into cracks.

“[Name], it's me. Hope.” The auburn tried to reassure you.

“Yeah, I know who you are and you killed me!” You screamed before you backtracked.  “Wait, how am I still alive, I should be dead.”

Pausing for a second as you looked up at Rebekah who shared the same confused face as you. Hope gazed up at you, “My vampire blood.” In shock, you reached to your neck, searching for the bite mark but it was gone.

You didn't want to believe what was happening. You were transitioning to a vampire. One of the most despicable creatures to ever cross the earth.

“No, no, I'm not a vampire.” You denied, letting Kol and Marcel help you up off the floor and towards the table, letting you sit down.

“Darling, you're gonna have to feed.” Rebekah told you.

The blonde vampire hands you a blood bag with a reassuring pat on the back, “Don't down it one go.” Your senses became heightened, the smell of the fresh blood overcoming your sense of smell. You felt the tingles crawling underneath your eyes as your fangs started to make way. The newly fangs protruded from your upper teeth making you flinch in distress.

You hadn't even opened the bag yet and here you were being controlled by blood. Wasting no time, your fangs burst through the bag and began to drink the contents. Closing your eyes in satisfaction, blood smeared across your mouth as the tingles formed underneath your eyes again.

“It felt like I was reliving my nightmare again.” You trembled, placing the empty blood bag on the table.

“What was the nightmare about?” Kol asked.

“Umm...my twin died when we were 13 then it shifted to my parent's death.” You explained, shifting your feet arrangement due to discomfort. You hadn't revealed that secret to anyone other than Camille.

“Does this happen often?”

“No, not to my knowledge.” Freya shook her head but then came to realization before walking somewhere to get her grimoire. Her eyes skimmed through the spell book, gawking for answers to your recent experience.

“Whenever a human turns into a vampire, they can relive their worst fear before their transition.” She reads, giving you a pitiful look. “It mainly happens if the vampire and human had a strong connection before the transition.”

You were downright furious but pushed that feeling down for the time being. So with one inhale, you started to speak. “You made me into a monster.”

“I–I, that wasn't me, I swear. I was in a bad place at the time and I thought shutting my humanity off would repair things but it doesn't. I was just trying to escape real-life and that’s when I met you and you restored me.” Hope stammers, her eyes red from the immediate crying, “I know that doesn't lessen things but I'll try. Please tell me what can I do to restore your trust.”

“Restore my trust?!! Hope, you turned me into a human leech!” You said, before taking a deep exhale, “You'll do anything?” Nodding in response as you held a deep breath in, “How about you stay the fuck away from me!”

You brushed past marcel and stormed out of the door.

Hope's legs betrayed her and she fell to the ground sobbing, Freya immediately came to her aid. Rebekah gave her husband a pointed look and he soon sped out after you, hoping to reassure your perspective of your new adapted life.

“Please stay away from me from marcel.”

“Relax, kid. I just came to talk.” He reasoned with you, holding up his hands in surrender.

“Hey, don't forget. Hope's humanity was off, you know, she went through so much at such a young age. No child should have ever experienced that.”

“Well, guess that means we have a lot in common.” You sniffle, hearing the black vampire chuckle.

“You know, you're smart, I can tell you that. Had the oldest family alive fooled even? [Name] [Lastname] or is it [Name] O'Connell?”

“How did you find out?”

“Cami wrote about you in diaries.” He started, “and a jillion of pictures of you was a dead giveaway.”

“I don't know if I can ever forgive Hope for what she did.”

“Listen, you don't have to forgive her right now, give it a few weeks tops. Clear your mind and think about this clearly, call me if you need help with anything.” He advised. “Let me get you a taxi home.” Marcel offered.

“Thanks marcel.” You warmly smiled at the man as he opened the door for you.

“No problem, kiddo. Always remember that Hope wasn't in her right state of mind.” Marcel gave you that last piece of advice to think about. He shut the door and ushered the driver to drive away.

Now his words stuck in your brain, repaying constantly. Did you really choose the right choice or did you just simply overreact a bit?

“I didn't mean to hurt her, aunt Freya. I swear I didn't mean to hurt her, I care about her. So much!” Hope lets her tears fall onto her aunt's top. “It's like I'm a danger magnet to everyone I love. Y-you know, my dad died trying to protect me and so did my mom and uncle elijah. [Name] was just trying to protect me and I killed her in cold-blood.” She wailed.

“It's gonna okay, hope.”

“What if it doesn't?!” Hope snapped forcefully pulling away from the hug, “What if she completely despises me?”

“Well, we can only anticipate for the best.”

It's been about a week and a half since that argument happened. Here you were in the apartment, mindlessly looking at the wooden stake in your hand, wondering if you should actually go through with it. Most people think that suicide is a free way to escape your real-life problems but it's really not.

You wanted to be furious with Hope but you couldn't, not when she made you the most happier than you ever felt. She pulled you out of your depressed stage.

Could you ever forgive her for what she has done to you? Making you into a monster that you despised the most — the creature that ruined your life by killing your family.

Maybe today was the day that you would finally accept yourself as a vampire. Absentmindedly, playing with the ring that Freya had gifted you prior a few days earlier.

Should you visit her? You know just to see how she's doing. Would she even want to see you? Your mind goes back to the argument, her words hitting sharper than usual.

You had the decency to at least hear her out after all. You didn't even try to be in her shoes because you were so insensitive during the fight.

Today was going to change. You were going to visit Hope and try to forgive her for her reckless actions.

Currently, Hope was locked up in her bedroom, away from her prying family members. She refused to eat or even interact with her relatives after the argument.

How could she even eat? She ruined your life all while still loving you. Suddenly there was a rapid knock on her door, the tribrid let out a soft sniffle, excepting it to be her aunt.

Her voice came out as hoarse, “Go away aunt Freya!”

Instead of a defeated sigh, a short chuckle erupted from the other side of the door to which Hope froze at for a moment, “Guess again, hopey.”

“[Name]?!” The auburn shot out of her bed, not excepting you.

“Yes, it's me can you open the door, please?”

The tribid scrambled towards the door but tripped in the process which ensued in a loud thud. Paying no attention to her fall, she managed to open the door to reveal you, in all of your magnificent glory.

She didn't even know whether to smile or to frown. You somehow felt guilty about her current state. Her bloodshot red eyes and many dried-up tears. The dry mascara ran down her beautiful cheeks. Besides, Freya had advised you that Hope hadn’t eat so she sent you up with breakfast.

“Do you mind if I come in?” You ask, holding a tray of food.

“Yea-sure.” She moved aside, allowing you to enter her room.

After you walked in, Hope sighed and closed the door behind her, locking it as well, not preferring any interruptions from her relatives.

Planting yourself on her bed, you shoved the tray in front of her as your eyes beckoned her to eat. Like a lost puppy, she followed your silent instructions, delicately munching on the food as if it would run away from her.

“So what are you doing here?”

“How are you holding up?” Your sentences synchronized with the other.

“Sorry,” you apologized, “You can go first.”

She gulped down her bite. “How are you holding up?” Hope asked, “You know adjusting to your vampire life.”

“It wasn't as bad as I would think.” You replied, “yeah, I can compel other humans to do my bidding.” She lightly chuckles at your statement before downing her drink.

Once Hope finished her food, she discarded the empty tray behind her. She began to speak, “I am truly sorry for what I did to you.”

“I forgive you, Hope.” You reached out for her hands and she accepted them.

“Y-you do?” She asked unsure of your answer. It felt like a trap to her. A very deceiving trap.

“Yes, I do, even though it took me some time to develop.”

“I'm so happy that I could kiss you right now!” Hope exclaimed before she realized her last words and put on an awkward smile when she noticed your questionable gaze, “Only if you want me to. It's okay if you don't want to.”

“Of course, I want you to.” The auburn backtracked at this. You wanted to kiss her. The phenomenon felt different likewise from all those times that you hooked up.

Biting your lower lip in response as you waited for the young mikaelson to make the first move. Smiling in satisfaction as you saw her making the first initiation of leaning in. This kiss wasn't fueled by lust instead, it was restored with adoration. Her lips remained soft as you recalled, the kiss was slow and non-sexual. Giggling into the kiss as Hope wrapped her fingers into the two front belt loops of your jeans, pulling you in closer.

Once the auburn pulled away from the passionate kiss, she let out a dopey smile. “I know this might sound too forward but do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“I think that we both know the question to that answer.”

“Should we celebrate?��� Hope nibbled on her lower lip with a raised eyebrow. It took you a few seconds to even realize what she meant.

“But first, you need to hit the showers, you stink.” Scrunching up your nose in pure disgust. You might be happy that you solved your conflict but the stench was becoming unbearable.

“Would you like to join me?”

“Maybe later.” You suggested with a wink, enjoying how her face turns beet red, “I'll see you outside.”

It's safe to say that bygones will be bygones according to your situation with Hope. Maybe it was all gonna be at peace between the tribrid and her beloved sire. Who knows? Only time can tell for the new couple. Just two idiots hopelessly in love with each other, what could possibly go wrong?

© asvterias, 2022. please do not plagiarize any of my works.

[surroundedbypearls]

OC in fifteen

Thank you for tagging me @sarandipitywrites! You can find their post on their OC Baz here

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well!

I'm in the middle of editing Homebirds after the beta feedback last year, so I'm going to share some dialogue from Logan! I'm just sharing 7 for now:

“I want the place to be packed when we get there. I want to see Margot’s scowl.”

“We’ll see who has the best record by the end of the semester.”

“I’m never drinking beer again. No one let me drink it, got it?”

[o being told her abilities make her a warrior of super strength and speed] “Boring. That’s basically what I am now.”

“Am I tall enough for you, Margot? I’ve got great posture.”

“God? Is that you?”

“You should really ask before you check how we’re feeling, you know, Isaac, it’s a little rude."

Despite what the above might imply, Logan and Margot are not an item.

Tagging @mrbexwrites, @planets-and-prose, @danafaithwriting and @harmonyverendez!

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What's your opinion on the whole imprint thing in Twilight?.

Me personally I don't like. I feel like they are only together to mate and have a child. But who knows. I wonder about Resume and Jacob.

Thanks, I hate it.

As for Jacob and Renesmee, my explanation.

[harmonyverendez]

Beautiful

[missnight0wl]

What do you think of Alanza Alves?. Personally, I like her I just wish she would have been added to the fame around like 3rd year or something.

I don’t really have any strong opinion about Alanza. I probably wouldn’t get along with her in real life, at least for the long run, as she’s a bit too extroverted for my liking, but as a character – she’s all right. I also think that we simply didn’t see her enough in the story to have a strong opinion, to begin with.

That being said, I wouldn’t want her to be introduced to the story earlier, to be honest. I mean, if the writers had the idea for her, then sure, go ahead. Alanza could actually be a pretty interesting alternative for Penny from time to time, for example. You know, as a popular, cheerful girl who likes parties. The thing is that I don’t think the writers had the idea for Alanza.

See, I still believe that Alanza was supposed to have a very specific purpose in the story, possibly related to Rakepick’s time in Castelobruxo. So, I wish the writers would just… use her for that purpose, whatever it is. Like, I doubt she was originally supposed to stay for two years. I think it’s a result of Jam City mixing the original plans for Y6 and Y7. Because when you think about it, there’s no reason for Alanza to stay – and I’m talking here about a more technical point of view. The writers are not really using her for anything. Therefore, I assume that they made her stay because they still need her for something else. But… if that’s the case, I think it’d be better if she was simply introduced this year instead. Because her role in Y6 wasn’t that big – so, couldn’t it be filled by someone else?

I dunno, I feel like it all comes down to the probability that the plotlines involving Alanza were separated between Y6 and Y7, and sadly, the writers don’t know what to do with her character outside of it. So, keeping her around feels kind of forced and puzzling.

[heyo-428]

@liketwoswansinbalance @rosellemoon @cetastars @harmonyverendez @discjude

So my SGE prequel friends… I am curious as to your opinion on James and Rafal’s dynamic. Did you ship them or do you still?

Personally me and my gf are delusional and Rafal is alive and living happily with James in Neverland.

[harmonyverendez]

True. But I feel like there is a twist. There is something a lot of people are missing out on.

Where are their parents?

When did they have triplet sisters?

Why don't they talk about the sisters in the flashbacks/Prequel?.

The whole two prequels are so confusing. I see and understand why people are still confused.

So many answers and questions unanswered, the prequels just made me more confused about the main book series.

Soman why?

Just why? 🤧🤧🤧🤧

[harmonyverendez]

OH MY GOD!!! THIS REMINDS ME OF RAFAL MISTRAL. LOOK AT THIS EVERYONE. THIS IMAGE IS SO BEAUTIFUL.

Rafal Mistral.

[harmonyverendez]

Still reading Rise SGE, and when I tell you Rafal is so full of shit. I can completely understand why Rhian have all the issues he has.

Rafal isn't being a good brother at all.

But hey! That's the point right?.

SMH