#oh he wants to get rid of a large group of people in canon? well too bad that i actually DONT CARE he wears silly dresses now

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Okay this came to me as more of a thing Soni does to warn TWST world at large with her National Pokémon Geographic thing, but imagine her talking about the various Evil Teams in her world and pointing out that considering how many there were, they really should be wary of one forming here. They use Team Rocket as a least destructive example, and Team Galactic and Flare as most. Because Team Galactic wanted to recreate the world into one without spirit, knowing it would kill everyone in the previos world, and the Spirit is Willpower, Knowledge, and Emtions so yeah, and Team Flare just went "You know what we want to do? Commit actual genocide on everyone not a part of our group!"

Me: *Gets an ask about Casual Geographic Soni and crime organizations* Oh, that'll be quick to do!

Narrator voice: And that was a massive lie.

I got so into this idea that I'm just spewing out possible plot points and scenarios with characters that it's like it's a chapter at this point ☠️This took me almost an entire day to write, and I wish that I was kidding about that. I wrote this starting around 9-ish AM and it's almost 8 PM☠️☠️☠️

The plot bunnies just kept coming and they didn't stop- at one point, I just wanted to eat the food I was writing about laksdfjakljadj. Legit, I was serious in the beginning and then it just unraveled into a hangout fic with food like-☠️☠️☠️what did I do?

NOTE: It became a What-If situation really quickly and got more complicated the more I wrote. If this shows up in the main fic, and it is very likely that might be because this situation, in particular, is something that would happen eventually in the fic, I'm going to tag this ask under minor spoilers or spoilers.

This topic isn't something that Soni could release to the public without informing the governments that rule TWST first on the subject matter in the first place.

Soni knows how much of a headache people could be with misinformation about crime groups (a common thing that happened after her Championship for multiple reasons, whether it was to defame her or blame her) and so to make it an official statement as to show how important it is, she tells Crowley to contact the leaders of TWST (do your damn job first you frigging crow man) and ask them for an official audience.

Crowley would be like: "Why would there be a Pokemon crime organization forming here, Miss Monet? Magic is the most widely-used thing on the planet!"

Soni goes, "That's exactly the mentality people had before Team Galactic tried to wipe out the universe and Team Plasma took over the Pokemon League and release all Pokemon from captivity as to control it. You really don't think people with magic wouldn't try and combine their skills with Pokemon alongside them? Don't even get me started on Team Flare and them trying to basically keep everyone living forever while getting rid of the people that didn't align with them in an incredibly terrible way."

Crowley's dealt with the students interacting with Pokemon on NRC and imagines people doing that someplace else, but with nefarious intentions. He does his job (for once) and gets the whole thing started.

Soni is a well-known figure in her world as the Champion with a lot of other deeds in helping her people in the years she's been Champion, so most wouldn't disregard her claims as false, especially with her deeds in defeating Team Flare and keeping Neo Flare as buried as they are now.

In TWST, she's known on the internet about these fantastical creatures and is an internet personality with a definite twist on what was expected in the world, but in terms of connections, accomplishments, and such, Soni's a normal person. You can probably see where that's going.

Like it's canonical that Crowley's terrible at handling things (the event stories, the promise to Grim in Episode 2 about Magishift, freaking Episode 4 with him & his Hawaiian crow-apple shirt leaving for the tropics while we were at the school), but if it's for the benefit of his school (school PR, relationships, money, etc.), so this would be brought up to the other countries ASAP and then slam all the responsibility on Soni (as per usual 🙄) in making the whole thing a success.

It's going to be several days worth of meetings because this sort of thing doesn't seem like a one-day affair, not to mention the amount of time and effort it takes to get to Sage's Island depending on where you live. It becomes a huge international thing and Soni's dealing with all sorts of royals/heads of the countries (that are known to us at the moment) from everywhere. Queendom of Roses, Briar Valley, Sunshine Lands, Kingdom of Heroes, Shaftlands, Coral Sea, and more.

Soni takes everything in stride because she's already got Powerpoints on these things and firsthand experience on these crime groups. We know that she'll prepare herself during this and all the questions that they could ask her. Thankfully, she is excused from her classes during those days to deal with the meeting itself. Her friends are confused while Grim's suffering in the classes alone without her, mostly for his favorite sleeping perch. Grim's told that he can stay over at Heartslabyul during those days, and Grim is hesitant to do so because like heck he wants to wake up and do the weird Rules of Heartslabyul!

Soni pacified him by giving him three tuna cans and he went along with it, although he was still very grumpy about it.

I imagine that the meeting takes place on Sage's Island because it's neutral territory for all of them. Probably in the town on the island with intense security measures. I'm sure there's a big building for those sorts of discussions like a Hall of Justice or something? idk I need a building name alskdfja

Imagine the fanfare on the island though. This was a meeting between rulers from other nations for several days, not to mention that the media's definitely going to be there to try and see if they can get a scoop on the activities.

So yeah, everyone at NRC is just buzzing with activity on why they were coming to Sage's Island. Soni pointedly keeps quiet about it, despite Ace and Deuce begging her for details since it was obvious that she was involved somehow while heckling her for doing more adult responsibilities again after dealing with her stuff at NRC + Overblots.

The whole entrance of the kings, queens, and other rulers of the TWST world is something else as they step on the carpet leading to the Sage's Island Hall of Justice.

Imagine the Queen of the Queendom of Roses to arrive in a flowery fashion that depicts the latest fashion sense in the kingdom while looking regal and majestic. The king might be handling the queendom while his wife is abroad to ensure everything is running smoothly while she's gone.

Imagine the King of the Coral Sea in his human form holding himself well and poised, wearing clothing that depicts his kingdom and its vast history. Maybe he's carrying a trident as well? I'm not entirely sure, but it's likely.

Imagine Soni coming in her nicest clothes (Crewel had a lot of fun with it and Soni suffered from the extensive questions about fashion in her world for the fiftieth time). She's very knowledgeable about the way that nobility can behave towards her, even with her Grand Duchess status, based on her common origins alone. She hasn't revealed her status to them yet, so she dresses formally enough to look good for the presentation with a touch of NRC in the clothes themselves as to symbolize where she's working. She doesn't want to offend any of the more sensitive nobles on proper etiquette. Soni's dealt with that enough from her own world.

She knows nothing about the nobles, aside from what's on the internet, but it's better to be cautious about those sorts of things.

When Soni comes in, she sees a roundtable of important figures in TWST. The Queen of the Queendom of Roses, King Farena of the Afterglow Savannah, King of the Coral Sea, and even Malleus' grandmother as the ruler of Briar Valley came to the meeting.

The kings, queens, and rulers of TWST ask her questions about the topic of the meeting in question. Like a normal teenager would've crumbled under the eyes of various world leaders, but Soni's long since handled things like that even before she was a Champion. She's open-minded to the questioning because they've obviously never encountered Pokemon crime groups before or how they operated on a wide-scale while evading detection. She has, so she had an obligation to inform them of what exactly they were dealing with.

I feel like her calmness is so different in comparison to how a normal teenager would react in front of this many people, especially in front of royalty. It's almost eerie in the way that she takes their words, asks for clarification on the topic, and then answers them with such distinct evidence on numerous past occasions that it'd be impossible for one person to think up of on the spot or even prepared, down to the last detail.

The fact that she comes from another world is inevitable in the meeting due to the strangeness of it all. After all, they've certainly never heard any of this before, and everyone in the room understands that this was serious.

Her role as Champion/Grand Duchess with identification with her Trainer ID as well as the items of proof themselves like her badges is shown to them. Gene's the one that she brought to the presentation as he's very sweet and amiable to the attention that everyone gives him when she explains Pokemon to them in a simple way as to not overwhelm them.

I can imagine how some are fascinated by the concept of battling as to control such fearsome beasts is no small achievement, but the fact that people and Pokemon have been working alongside one another for as long as they did is what makes them more receptive to the idea.

The crime organization evidence that had been copied and put into her Rotomphone for distribution amongst the leaders of the nations. There's no way for her to have these documents and make them so professional in the time that she had with them, especially since there were numerous names of important officials, specific dates, and official seals from numerous organizations that don't exist in TWST that look too detailed for them to be false.

Crime exists regardless of any world. Why can't there be one with Pokemon and magic? People are always finding ways to evolve themselves, why not use the mysterious creatures and put the blame on them too?

Ignoring the problem will only make it worse in the future and allow the organization to grow influence. Handle the situation quickly and efficiently while maintaining the peace of the people. Making specialized forces that are equipped for these sorts of infiltration missions are important.

Certain Pokemon like Electric types can cause wave interference in places like radio towers and such for hacking, it happened in Goldenrod Radio Tower right before Team Rocket invaded the tower itself. What more for magical ones?

(I envisioned that the idea of magic is the same as long as you fine-tune it to the specific wavelength used, so it doesn't matter if it's magically powered or electrically powered. It's just on the same wavelength. idk science really, but that's what my brain thought.)

Eventually, they decided to take the time to see the preparation methods that Soni has made as well as her suggestions into consideration, but that would be another day since it'd gotten late. They take the copied documents with them and Soni's allowed to make her video on it as soon as everything is in place.

I see them wanting to talk to Soni afterward.

King Farena is one of them as he'd heard of Soni from his son and barely a peep from his brother, but he's heard of her nonetheless. As Cheka had been stubborn enough to come for his Uncle and his new friend, Farena brought him along as to get accustomed to dealing with other places, but obviously, Cheka wasn't in the meeting room.

Cut to the sound of Cheka being super excited to see his friend with all the cool monsters, practically Tackling her. She withstands it unsurprisingly and says hello to the little prince.

Cheka snuck away again to see his dad and his new friend rip the guards watching him☠️

Some of the questions that Cheka asks Soni on impact: Did his friend become friends with his dad? Are they friends now? Can he go see the monsters at her house? Can he eat those tasty sweets that she gave him before? He really liked those! The ones at the palace are okay, but he really likes those tasty foods!

Farena wonders how Soni's handling Cheka that well before Gene breaks character as he sees his friend from before, nuzzling Cheka with the same energy that Cheka radiates.

Farena makes the time to ask Soni questions and Cheka does the same because he's watched her videos and he has a bunch of questions about certain Pokemon (he only really watched the fun ones with the Pokemon eating snacks, which is why he asked).

Eventually, Cheka had to be bribed with the promise of dessert after he's had dinner, which makes him sad for exactly three seconds before saying, "Can we have dinner at your house then?"

Soni, imagining the chaos of the missing Prince of the Afterglow Savannah as well as the fact his dad's right there: "Are you sure you want to go there? It's pretty far from here on foot."

Cheka: "Yes! I want to see all your friends! They're really nice! And that food you made me last time was really tasty!"

Soni, trying to think of a way to get out of the situation without making Cheka sad: "Ask your dad first for permission."

Cheka pulls the 'Please dad, I wanna go! look on Farena' and suddenly, Soni's dealing with making dinner for the two royals for that evening because Farena is also just as curious about the Pokemon. He just hides it better than Cheka alsdjflaljl

Like the Hall of Justice is making a food spread for the royals by well-known chefs to suit their palates, but there they were heading to NRC for the meal. Soni's just surprised that King Farena just agreed so easily. Don't worry, they alerted the guards about where they were and all that. It's all good ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

Dior's Teleport is used as opposed to the method of Flying Pokemon for the sake of secrecy and to prevent people from following them. It's also a whole lot quicker than walking or sneaking around.

While Soni's making the menu in the time that she has, Farena's pulling out his wallet to pay for the meal since it was the least that he could do for doing this to her.

Unsurprisingly, the two lions want meat and were alright with vegetables but Soni could tell that they weren't fond of them either. It was better than Leona's outright refusal to eat vegetables. In the end, she buys them a lot of meat to satisfy their cravings.

If you wanna know the meal plan, it's tonkatsu (a breaded pork cutlet that's been deep-fried that's typically served with a side of rice and shredded cabbage) and a side of milk vegetable stew topped with cheese. She picks some sweet biscuits for a quick-make parfait since she's got her Berry farms as well as nicer serving glasses because she wants to make it look nice.

As the shopping's happening in the Mystery Shop with Sam being happy with the customers that Soni brought in, Cheka's holding Gene in his arms, very content with his buddy and not running around so he doesn't trip over and hurt them both. They have mini conversations with one another in the meantime, looking🥺💖

Cheka's involved in the cooking process by picking the Berries on her farm with the assistance of her Pokemon like Combee, Nimbus, and the Cottonees making sure that he was safe. Farena is amazed by how she was operating the farm and asks her how many people were running it.

Soni: "Oh, I'm the only one. My Pokemon help me maintain it as it is. That, and the Wild Pokemon come to help me out."

Farena: "Is there anyone else around your dorm to assist you?"

Soni: "I do have Grim. He's technically my magical half as I'm attending NRC. Other than him, the Pokemon, and the ghosts that were former students, we're the only ones here."

Farena, a bit concerned: "Are there no adults assisting you at this dorm, Miss Monet?"

Soni explains that she was a part of the staff originally before she was made into a student, so she's technically the supervisor of Ramshackle, thus the adult. That does not help Farena feel better about the situation.

Cheka shows up with his basket of sweet Berries and is very pleased with his assistance.

While the meal is being cooked by Soni and the three ghosts assist her because they all collectively agree that she should be resting up, Cheka and Farena have a bonding experience with the Pokemon. Granted, it's already rather cozy and warm with the blankets that encase Cheka's being, but being surrounded by Pokemon makes it even better. Meanwhile, Farena's recording the scene on his phone to show his wife after the trip was over as well as sending a text to someone.

Then, Leona comes into Ramshackle and wonders what the heck they were doing in here and why his brother texted him until Soni announces dinner was ready. Cheka just hangs from Leona in a hug and just does not care about his uncle's grumpy looks.

Soni: "Oh hey, we're just about to eat dinner."

Leona: "Why are you feeding them? Isn't there a fancy dinner party at that meeting for the next few days?"

Soni: "At first, Cheka wanted to eat my sweets and it evolved into me making food for the both of them. It's fine if you don't wanna eat, but I'd make the decision quick because the tonkatsu will cool off."

Needless to say, the three lions enjoyed their meals, although Leona had to be nagged into eating the veggies in the soup and ate a whole lot of meat in the process. Cheka was delighted by the taste of the soup and got two extra portions along his tonkatsu, his ears moving with excitement. Farena asks Soni if she used anything different from normal since the taste was rather delicious, which she follows up by saying she has Pokemon that produce milk and the taste is popular in her world.

Dessert was just as delicious: a mixed Berry parfait with Pecha Berries and Oran Berries layered with Alcremie cream and the biscuits from earlier that were frozen quickly using Mila's Ice Beam. Farena had to stop Cheka from eating too many parfaits alksdlk; the little lion got through two cups already in the span of three minutes

After bringing Farena and Cheka back to the Hall of Justice, Leona is still unhappy at the fact that his brother and nephew came and only stops when Soni tells him that she'll hand him some of the leftover tonkatsu for both him and Ruggie to enjoy in the comfort of their dorm.

It did not escape the other royals' that wondered where the Afterglow Savannah royal family went last night, but when they got told it was a family meet-up and remembering how Leona was at NRC, they didn't question it, although they did question how they got up there without being detected.

Soni's just pretending like she didn't know shit in the corner like 🧍‍♀️

That day was briefing them all on Pokemon themselves and that's a huge undertaking. Thankfully, Soni's got experience from doing it on her Casual Pokegraphic (idk about names, so I'm just going with this) videos as well as her friends and others asking her constantly. They were more receptive to her than the other day, which was good.

Gene is used as an example for evolution and she shows how different Pokemon can change form depending on the circumstances. They were intrigued by how many that Eevee could transform into, especially the Fairy type, Sylveon.

Malleus' grandmother is intrigued by the Fairy types that are in Soni's world and asks her about that. Cue a long explanation of how the Fairy type had been a recent discovery in the last few years in her world and how the Pokemon world was constantly rediscovering and learning more things about Pokemon. After that meeting, Soni steps outside last of the royals and is approached by Malleus' grandma.

She might be the one to ask her "How old are you really?" because she just has something off about her that isn't completely human, but not anything of fae-blood in her features.

Soni says that she's 16, and the fae woman says that Soni better not be lying.

Soni vaguely says that she encountered a powerful Fairy type that changed her as a way to not outright say her status as a Blessed because that's a sensitive topic. Malleus' grandmother nods in understanding since she knows how fae tends to be and how they can be towards humans.

When Soni goes back to NRC that day, Lilia and Malleus' grandmother as well as Mr. Horns himself are talking to one another while enjoying the pleasant company of the baby Pokemon that Lilia tried to steal again until Malleus' grandmother showed up to question what exactly he was doing. Sebek and Silver are alert, ready to fight any attackers, even though there were other guards around the vicinity of Ramshackle Dorm.

Happiny's just chilling on Malleus' lap, very happy to be surrounded by friends while Malleus enjoyed the precious time that he was spending with his family and his little happy friend, Happiny. Malleus' grandmother seems rather amused by the Pokemon that stopped to greet them while they worked until she spots Soni coming back. The guards get wary of the human who approaches them, unsure of who the heck this random human is.

Happiny just squeaks at the sight of Soni, asking to be picked up and laughing in joy when Soni does.

Malleus asks Soni if she had any of their usual snacks as he wants to share them with his grandmother. Thankfully, Soni still had leftover parfaits the previous night, thanks to Farena's efforts. Granted, one of the guards tastes it for poison (which makes Soni remember that oh, yeah, that was a thing here since they didn't know Pecha Berries cured the Poison status or any poisonous substance oops) and clears it for consumption.

Malleus looks unhappy at the suspicion, but he can't refute their fears. They did not know his Child of Man like the rest of them did. His grandmother didn't seem to have that same suspicion thankfully.

They all enjoy the cold treats and Lilia spoonfeeds Happiny on the treat, much to the delight of the Pokemon. Lilia can't stop cooing at the expression on Happiny's face. Soni has to stop Lilia from feeding Happiny too many sweets since that would make Happiny restless for the rest of the day. The ruler of Briar Valley is pleased by the cold treat presented and is intrigued by the Berries while Malleus, feeling happy, tells her that Soni grows them for her Pokemon as well as makes items with it to sell.

That leads to Soni explaining how the Berries used in the desserts were used for certain things other than eating. For example, Pecha Berries were for getting rid of Poison and Oran Berries were for healing minor wounds, which leads to making more sweets for them to sample as that interested Malleus' Grandma.

Soni, Silver, and Sebek have to stop Lilia from cooking alkdsfjaslk

Soni decides to make malasadas with Berry Syrup of their choosing.

If they wanted, she could mix up some milkshakes for them to go along with their malasadas. Cue Mila's Ice Beam being used to speed up the ice cream process with a special process. Mila's Milotic form is pleasing to the eyes and captivates all who watch it.

Soni made a big batch of malasadas as she wanted to send some over to Ruggie since she was sure he'll try to steal some later. He always knew whenever she made them for some reason. Probably because of Morpeko. Most likely Morpeko.

Anyways, during the wait time for the dough to settle down, Malleus talked about his experiences at NRC to his grandmother. While many were still afraid of him, he is glad to have met Soni as she didn't care about him or his status as long as he was her friend, which he repaid in turn when he learned about her being a Grand Duchess/Champion. Lilia is just enjoying his time playing with the baby Pokemon while the guards are still alert for any intruders. Silver was resting against Nimbus' fluffy body while Sebek tried to make sure he didn't fall asleep.

When the desserts were fried up and ready to be served, it was glorious. The malasadas are piping hot with Berry syrup on the side for them to use or not and cold Moomoo milkshakes for their consumption. It was delightful to enjoy these treats after they got cleared by the guards once more for poison.

I have the headcanon that Malleus' grandma also deals with extreme heat in their throats due to being draconic fae, so the milkshake was ordered twice over for her, the same for Malleus. Soni made sure to make a whole bunch of ice cream for all of them.

Happiny enjoyed the malasada, nibbling on it as she relaxed with Soni settling down after making the food. The guards are given the chance to sample the food, although they kept their faces stoic as they ate.

I feel like one of the guards would want to fight Soni when she mentions how Malleus didn't want to tell her his name before due to the fear most people have of it, thus calling him Mr. Horns since Soni had no clue of who the heck he was.

M.G (Malleus' Grandma): "Mr.... Horns?"

Soni nods, feeling the glares intensify: "Yep, although I wasn't the one to name him. I actually asked my partner, Grim, for help with the nickname. It was the one distinctive part about him that I could see in the dark when I first met him and he did say that I could call him whatever I wanted. It just stuck ever since."

Malleus is amused by the story and the memory of the first time that she called him that nickname, but one of the guards thinks that it's an insult. Malleus had already told Sebek to not admonish her over her for it since it was given with his permission, and Sebek conceded with that.

Cue a match that is watched by the Diasomnia crew and Briar Valley's ruler as they sipped on milkshakes and ate malasadas on the side.

It wasn't a long fight as Aegis quickly takes down the guard with very little effort, looking incredibly miffed at the insult towards his Trainer before Soni calms Aegis down. The other guards get to fight with Aegis as well. Dinner rolls around by the time it's all finished up. As much as Malleus' grandmother wishes to stick around, she needed to go and have dinner with the other royals.

Lilia offhandedly mentions how delicious Soni's meals were and how she was able to accommodate them, despite showing up in the evening, citing one incident where Sebek and Silver ate so much of her food that they couldn't eat his that day.

Cue sweating from the two mentioned as Soni realizes oop, she gotta cook again.

Just like Farena, Malleus and his grandma pitch in with the expenses and Soni asks them what they want to eat, light or heavy meals, and more. She also makes food for the guards because she kinda felt bad for them, although they seemed to enjoy the sparring with Aegis.

She whips up an assortment of tempura (veggie and shrimp) as well as a salad paired with a light dressing and grilled salmon with a simple teriyaki sauce since M.G. needed to eat for the dinner that evening. Even though the guards were puzzled as to why Soni chose to grill the fish outside, Soni set up an outdoor table for all of them to enjoy their meal under the stars with some Berry juice to enjoy alongside their meals. It was light enough to feel satisfied. Soni gave M.G. the leftover ice cream to enjoy back home at Briar Valley, something that made the old fae smile.

I'm imagining Malleus in the background looking sad because Soni gave him the leftover ice cream, but he said that it'd be a good gift for his grandma to enjoy as well since he could just go over to Ramshackle while he still could. When it was time to go, this scene would most likely take place.

M.G. turns to Soni: "Thank you for taking care of me this evening."

Soni: "It's no problem. Wait, here's the leftover money." *hands it over*

M.G.: "It's fine. You should keep it for all the hard work that you put forward for these meetings."

Soni has flashbacks to her Granny saying that fae don't usually do things without having something else up their sleeve: "...Are you sure? I feel kinda bad if I just keep it."

Malleus: "It's fine. We're both thankfully for your kindness this evening. Not only have you given us a part of your world, you also let the guards experience the power that they wield."

Soni thinks to the guards who looked tired and battered, wondering if they felt the same: "Okay..."

She decided to make backup sweets just in case something happened tomorrow because she was sensing a pattern emerging. With an icebox cake and mini Berry tarts complete with the assistance of the ghosts, she went off to bed.

The next day, Soni has the floor once more, discussing the matters and some of the ways that crime organizations might hide their activity through the use of Pokemon.

This came with a wave of ideas from everyone, giving examples of what crimes with magic committed would be like. They discuss this for a good while as they come up with several prevention plans as well as making laws to ensure that Pokemon and people would be able to live alongside one another in harmony. That latter portion would take a while to implement, but it would be seen through to be established.

Once that had been settled on, Soni was caught by the King of the Coral Sea as well as the Queen of the Queendom of Hearts who heard interesting things from M.G. who offhandedly mentioned how she was good with making food and desserts. M.G. was nearby, nodding her head in agreement before she suggested coming along with them.

Soni sees the growing crowd of people and inwardly just goes, I'm just glad to have made those sweets from the other day.

After telling the guards what was happening to prevent panic (for the third time in three days; rip the guards), they teleported straight into NRC.

Trey & Riddle are there at Ramshackle, both of them inwardly panicking at the sight of the Queen of the Queendom of Roses right beside Soni. Not only her but the King of the Coral Seas as well as the Ruler of Briar Valley!

Trey and Riddle communicating with their eyes at Soni: What on Twisted Wonderland did you do?

Soni remembers how she kept everything quiet and just being blank-faced as possible: IDK they wanted to eat my food and see my Pokemon. What do you want me to do? Say no?

Trey and Riddle are so confused by the lack of context but they just rolled with it because they had royalty before them. Of course, they greeted them accordingly, and I think the Queen knows of Riddle's parents because of canon, so they say their pleasantries before the royals are shown around Ramshackle.

The King of the Coral Sea finds the Pokemon that live in the trees fascinating, especially since they were rather friendly as they came over to greet them. When he sees Mila swimming by the lake, he's enthralled by the graceful aura that she radiates. He immediately goes swimming beside Mila, never invading her space and respecting her enough that she allows him to swim beside her. The guards try their best to bring the man back to the shore, but he was way too far for them to reach, even if they shifted to their merform.

The Queen of the Queendom of Roses finds the fluffy Pokemon to be adorable. If there were Wooloos, the Wooloos love the affection and huddle around her. She also sees Primrose and is so curious about how such a creature could exist as the Pokemon brings the flowers around them to bloom. Nimbus attracts her attention as the cloud bird was sweet enough to brush the ends of her dress that were gathering dirt with its white wings.

Malleus' Grandma gets along with Dior and has been enjoying watching over the others' reactions as it was quite similar to her own while she wandered over the dorm. She had felt like she had stepped into a different world as she wandered around the area filled with Pokemon. The Pokemon that were Fairy type gathered around her and greeted her happily, which made her smile a little at the interaction.

Meanwhile, the three students as well as the guards are setting up a lakeside table for the royals to enjoy their desserts. The teens ask Soni if she has anything prepared and she tells them about the mini Berry tarts as well as the icebox cake, but Soni is unsure that it might be enough. Riddle and Trey help her out with the possible missing desserts. Riddle offers the tea in Heartslabyul for Soni to use.

As the king finishes up with his swimming and turning back into his human form and the Queen of Roses is beginning to feel peckish, Soni managed to cook up some simple egg sandwiches as well as the mini-tarts. The drink served was cold milk tea that had mixed Berry syrup and chopped Berries at the bottom, which was perfect for their current outing as a refreshing drink. Of course, the guards did a taste test for poison, but M.G. didn't wait for them to give their verdict and ate the food.

The King of the Coral Sea asked Soni if she had anything more filling than the egg sandwiches, which were delicious, as he was pretty hungry after swimming. Soni used the pork cutlets from a few days ago and made some tonkatsu sandwiches that all three monarchs ate with content. Soni pointedly ignored when the Queen of Roses swiped the remaining sandwich with fingers so fast they were nothing but a blur, looking as poised and graceful as ever behind her fan.

Out came the desserts with the ice box cake being a part of the show. Thus the royals enjoyed themselves with the sweets until it was dinnertime and they left for the dinner party that evening.

Riddle and Trey just ask Soni what the heck was she doing and how she ended up in this situation and she explains it. They both help her out in making sweets since they all felt like this was only going to happen again. Trey and the three ghosts helped the manual labor aspect with the help of magic while Riddle helped with organizing the ingredients in place with the Alcremies from Heartslabyul helping out in the sweets. Dior helped out immensely with Psychic with the other Pokemon in the dorm helping out as well.

This time, she was prepared.

Simple Alcremie Cream Berry cakes of common Berries like Oran, Pecha, Mago, and even sour Berry cakes to offset the sweet cream from the Alcremie depending on the Alcremie. Honey Cheri Berry tarts were made. They even made a whole bunch of ice cream as M.G. earlier had asked her if she made some that day, despite Soni thinking that M.G. still had the ice cream that she gifted her.

nope, M.G. ate all of it at the evening party with her dessert alkdsjfas

Soni even made side dishes that could be made ahead of time and made a lot of them, just in case there were any other surprise visitors coming along like today. Soni was starting to feel more and more like she was cooking more than she was making discussions. It wasn't great to be put on the spot for this, but at least she was prepared this time around. Soni made sure to give them sweets or pay them back, Riddle and Trey said that if it was for the kings and queens of other countries, it was fine and said good luck.

This day was where they were narrowing down the possible methods that they had proposed the day before from short-term methods like temporary monitoring of activity for companies to more long-term plans like making Trainer IDs for owning Pokemon, which would be handled by a committee that they would have to create as an international one.

Despite the fact the meeting ended with the final preparations to be done tomorrow, there was almost something unspoken in the air. Soni didn't feel right to be the first to leave, so she waited until a majority of the people left. King of Coral Sea, Queen of Roses, the Ruler of Briar Valley, and King Farena of the Afterglow Savannah were still in the room when she did.

Little did she know that they were all talking about who was going to Ramshackle Dorm that day. Unfortunately for them, someone else beat them to the punch.

Soni immediately used Teleport straight into Ramshackle and found Jamil at her dorm, looking like he pitied her.

Soni: "Is it someone who wants to come and see me?"

Jamil: "Yes. Kalim's bringing them inside as we speak."

Turns out the Ruler of the Scalding Sands overheard from the King of the Coral Sea as well as the Queen of Roses about their excursion to Ramshackle and the lovely time that they spent there.

Feeling left out, he wanted to enjoy the Pokemon that he's heard so much about over the past few days. So the Ruler of the Scalding Sands and his wife had come to visit, which sent Soni into a state of "Welp, this is happening."

The couple was very warm and accommodating, similar to Kalim's sunny demeanor. Every time a Pokemon popped up from somewhere, they would both go into a wide-eyed state and point it out, which led to Soni giving a short description of the Pokemon as they oohed and ahhed over it. Kalim and Jamil, along with the guards and servants that were brought along, kept up with them.

Then came Swanna.

The wife was in amazement over the beautiful bird, but Soni said that Swanna was the more temperamental of the Pokemon and that they couldn't approach it unless Swanna did so first. Surprisingly, the White Bird Pokemon did so, very curious about what these other humans were doing around the lake.

The wife found Swanna to be beautiful and told it so, making the Pokemon puff up in pride. After getting those compliments and spending time being cooed over, Swanna got tired and retreated back onto the lake.

Then Kalim brought up the possibility of going on a Pokemon for some flying around. He went into detail about his flight with Soni and how different it was, compared to the carpet and brooms.

That made Jamil and the guards go, "Why would you bring that up?" while the couple was instantly attracted to the idea because that was something that was from the legends of the Magic Carpet in the age of the Sorcerer of the Dessert.

In the end, Kalim brought out his magic carpet with Jamil while the guards were riding on broomsticks in case something went wrong. Soni was on the back of Charlie who could catch them if something went wrong while the couple was on the back of Nimbus, wearing safety gear and multiple rigs in order to keep them safe.

As they soared into the sky, she could see some of the students on campus looking up at them like they couldn't believe what they were seeing. Soni was sure that Deuce saw her as she saw someone stumbling on the ground with a familiar dot of pink beside him. As the sun began to set, Soni could hear the couple singing the praises of the Pokemon that allowed them to see the sight before them and how wonderful it was to experience this sort of thing.

When they asked about the food after the flight they had, the servants wanted to prepare the meal, but the couple trusted Soni to make it. They had the condition of making a dish that she enjoyed for them to get the full experience. Soni told them that her foods weren't really the full food repertoire of her region, but this specific dish was her favorite since it was simple, filling, and delicious while having flavor.

She made them Spicy and Sour Clauncher and Vegetable Stew with some Pecha Berry milk tea on the side with syrup on the sides for more color. One of the servants had given her the package when she asked for help on getting some tea brewed. With the help of Jamil, she got the food served to them.

There's a part of me that sees this as an opportunity for some drama as the tea that had been used was poisoned, but because of the Pecha Berry, that poison had been negated entirely.

Primrose had found that out as she pointed it out due to her Poison typing sensing the familiar spike of poison in the drink. After finding the criminal trying to escape, the Cottonee that were hiding in the trees released Stun Spore to keep them in place. The Scalding Sands ruler was furious that someone would try to poison them but was very thankful for the Pecha Berries that saved their lives as well as the Pokemon who helped them with the criminal in question.

Soni decided to notify the Headmaster of the incident who would update the guards on the situation to tighten security and background checks on everyone who came and left the building. She also gave the couple some Pecha Berries to use should something like this ever happen again. She told them how to grow them and gave some notes on it to them and they thanked her for her service.

When the last and final day of the meeting was upon them, everyone had been notified of the incident and things were tense. Everyone had the first laws put down at that table with plans set in motion to prevent things like this from happening again.

I see this incident where someone tried to frame Soni (as a scapegoat) on the neutral territory for poisoning the two royals, only furthered by crime happening at the Night Raven College where it was supposed to be safe. Thankfully, because of how swiftly everyone reacted as well as the countermeasures (like the Pecha berries), no one was hurt. From what the criminal said, it was to get rid of the person who made a mess of their plans AKA Soni.

This meant the danger with crime organizations and criminal use of Pokemon was very real. Even with that hanging over them, they made sure to solidify their plans, the to-be-made laws, the short and long term goals, and the future committee to be formed as the International Pokemon Protection Agency with smaller branches spread out throughout the world.

With that said and done, the meetings were over. Just as Soni was beginning to leave, she was stopped by the call of the kings, queens, and rulers that she'd met over the past few days as well as the few that hadn't introduced themselves yet to her.

Turns out that they all wanted to hold their meal at Ramshackle Dorm because, despite the incident, they'd never felt safer with the Pokemon doing their best to protect them from the sidelines as well as Soni making sure that they were well accommodated during their time there.

Soni remembered the sweets that she made two days prior as well as the side dishes that she prepared. She realized that she needed more and that was honestly going to be a pain in the butt, but she called in her reinforcements in the form of the Heartslabyul Crew for desserts. Ace and Deuce were annoyed by the fact that she'd been doing this for the last few days and didn't tell them, but also just amazed by it too. Grim was in detention for "accidentally" sleeping in class again.

Getting the poor cook that was honestly confused by the sudden change in the menu, the meal was set near the lake around the center of everything on Ramshackle grounds. It was in an open space with plenty of sunlight and there was shade provided by the Berry trees, along with some guards bringing some large umbrellas.

Cheka had been bouncing off the walls at the fact that he got to hang out with her again so soon, so he just stuck to her like glue as she did her work. Farena told him to be a little less energetic, but Soni found it fine as Cheka just oohed and ahhed over what was going on.

Little Cheka wasn't the only person that was enamored by the whole thing.

The Queen of Roses showed off the Grass types who diligently worked near the Berry fields as well as the fluffy Pokemon who were curious enough to come over and were petted. Nimbus had been keeping up with the Queen of Roses, gently dusting off her dress at times before pulling back.

The King of the Coral Sea raced with Mila who found herself competitive while the others greeted the numerous Water types that lived in the lake as well. He also found the Fighting type that Soni had to be quite the fighter as someone had decided to spar against it in hand-to-hand combat. The one that she called Aegis had also fought against the Diasomnia guards and it was spectacular swordsmanship from a sword being.

Farena was enjoying his time at the dorm, sinking into the fluffy Cottonee and Wooloo that wandered up to him. He could sense a feeling of irony at the fact little sheep were cozying up to a lion beastman like him, but he found it too comfortable to really think much else of it. He might stop by later to Savanaclaw, but he was sure that Leona wouldn't welcome him at all.

The ruler of Briar Valley herself was the same as she was with Dior once more in the shade of the Berry trees. Even though there had been a close encounter on these very grounds, due to the plans put in place, the damage had been minimal. Although it was not good to completely disregard the incident, morale would've been low in making this plan work. By seeing the positivity and goodness that these mysterious creatures could bring, only then would they be able to progress further.

Even though it'd been yesterday, it was like coming to a wonderland as the ruler of the Scalding Sands walked around the flowers of Ramshackle with his wife. The small Grass type Pokemon called Cottonee greeted them both with a cheer before floating away. In his mind, those two had helped in capturing the criminal. He'll definitely donate money to the repairs of Ramshackle Dorm for all that had happened, especially with the fact that Soni had saved the both of them from a terrible fate and had done so without even really knowing it existed. She'd almost been framed for it as well. For there to be Pokemon to be useful in those situations, he was very glad to know they're here now!

As the tables were set up, the meal was to be made. If I had to describe it, it's basically the set-up of a Korean BBQ.

It wasn't anything fancy with set-up meals and such, but BBQ on a nice sunny day was enjoyable. Using the side dishes and putting it onto the bowls that had been brought over from the dining room from the Hall of Justice, the conversation flowed as everyone enjoyed the smell of BBQ being made. Soni went around the tables, describing what the side dishes were, and saw the revelations of taste that came across people's faces at the different combinations that she'd showed them.

Cooked rice bowls, Spicy & Sour Clauncher and Vegetable Stew were sent to the tables, and more were given out. The Heartslabyul students were exhausted from running around trying to keep up with everything but finally enjoyed themselves as they ate. Soni was sitting with them as well, relaxing after all the stuff that had been going on for the past few days. Showing them how to eat the BBQ with the lettuce leaves and a mixture of the side dishes, everyone else around them did so as well.

Cheka was by his dad's side, stuffing his face with BBQ. Although he didn't like veggies, these ones were tasty. Farena now has a way to get his son to eat veggies, thanks Soni👍

When the desserts came out, it was a wonderful end to the whole meeting session. The sweetness of the Berry cakes with cream was a huge hit as well as their sour counterparts.

Honey Cheri Tarts were devoured by Ace who nearly choked on one. Soni handed him a glass of water that he gulped down.

Ace: "I can't believe that you managed to do something like this. How the heck did it happen?"

Soni just shrugs: "I don't know. It just happened."

Deuce handles Happiny who sits in his lap as she's fed little bits of BBQ and sweets. "I'm pretty sure something like this doesn't just happen randomly."

The King of the Coral Sea had asked someone to buy some alcohol for the BQQ and was very satisfied with everything that was served after that. The Stew was his favorite while the Cheri Berry Tarts were delicious. The Queen of Roses was elegant, but she was quick to pick up the meat and seemed to be enjoying the different tastes presented to her. The parfait was her favorite. The Scalding Sands ruler and his wife loved the whole thing, enjoying the different flavors of the BBQ as well as the variety of things that they could eat by mixing and matching. They loved the Alcremie Cream Cakes, the sweet ones, as it helped with the spiciness of the Spicy & Sour Clauncher and Vegetable Stew.

Malleus' grandma was in bliss as she drank her milkshake, although that did not show on her face as she was poised in doing so. At the discovery that there was ice cream, the other royals had asked for some ice cream too with their desserts. M.G. was doing her best not to crumble at the idea of having no ice cream to take home laksdjlfkaj

At the end of the meeting, everything drew to a close and thus the beginning of a new era began to rise over the horizon.

[moonbaby26]

Title: What’s in a Name?

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Continuation from last chapter. You and the others are finally homeward bound, flying back to the U.S. from the events in Egypt and Greece. You get to hear a little more about Peter’s eastern European roots while passing time on the plane together.

Warnings: None, just fluff and Peter being Peter.

Notes: I know where some things I’m referencing don’t match the comics. Blend of comic canon and the movie version going on here.

Chapters: Previous Chapter Here

Taglist: @drikawinchester , @n0obmaster69 , @alexloveskili , @what-a-silver-lining , @bluesprings18 , @weakmoony-stuff , @slytherinsi-mp , @wintwrsoldiwr , @tommy-braccoli , @amourtentiaa , @cringingmemeries , @bi-panicatthe-disco , @himbos-are-my-lifeblood , @simp4mcuwomen

Peter Maximoff x Reader Masterlist

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The morning sun was still low and red on the horizon as you’d stepped back out into the open air of the flight deck. But seagulls were already calling from somewhere up above as men milled around, checking and readying a set of helicopters that you knew would soon be taking you ashore.

You wouldn’t miss this boat itself of course, none of you belonged here after all. But you’d be lying to say it’d been easy to let go of Peter when morning had come. You’d woken up far more tangled than you remembered going to sleep as, chest to chest, his good leg wrapped over you and one of his hands somehow far up the back of your shirt.

The longest part of getting ready had been the procrastination of leaving that bed. After that, it only seemed like minutes before you were all awkwardly standing up here now, waiting on next instructions. It wasn’t as if you’d had anything you could pack after all. Besides that somewhat silly polaroid picture you’d seen Peter carefully stowaway in one pocket of his shorts, you had no possessions to speak of here. Even the shoes they’d given you were some poorly fit military boot. The tops of them scraped against your ankles as you walked and you’d be glad to be rid of them whenever possible.

The Professor and Moira approached after another moment, Moira hurrying a little more as one of the helicopters began to fire up, followed by the other soon after. She had to speak louder over the rising noise of the blades rotating faster and faster.

“Keep these on you!” She called, going to each of you in turn, handing over a U.S. passport with a driver’s license closed separately inside. She only opened them briefly to check that she was matching each to the correct person. “The flight we’ll be taking is just a commercial plane. The government has contracted them and dictated the pickup and landing points, but it’s civilian pilots and flight crew. Normal security still applies, but only those with U.S. citizenship are allowed aboard.”

As she’d gotten to you and Peter, she’d handed both passports to you as you’d had your hand outstretched, and he’d still been holding on to his crutches. You quickly opened one just to see which was yours, so you could pocket only your own. The first one opened was his however, but even in the low light of early sunrise, your brain hitched on something unexpected.

The picture looking back at you was clearly him, albeit a little younger, and with slightly longer hair than the way he wore it currently. But that wasn’t the issue. You reread the name printed in front of you more than once, before glancing up to him as if to confirm.

It said Pietro Django Maximoff.

“Your real name isn’t Peter?” You asked, even over the helicopter noise before you could stop yourself. But the realization was already dawning on you almost before that last word left your mouth that so many people were called one name by friends and family even if their legal name may still be another. You felt a bit stupid then for your reaction, instantly wishing you could take the question back.

But thankfully he only leaned in with a smile, taking his passport and license from you even as he spoke right against your ear. “Define real.” He pocketed them, before continuing. The helicopters were at their full ready now. “But it’s a bit loud here, babe. I’ll tell you all you want to know about my sexy alter ego later, deal?”

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By the time you’d gotten to the airstrip on shore, it was full morning sun now. And just as Moira had said, there was already a large U.S. commercial jet waiting there. You also found out you weren’t alone, as you’d had to join a line of people already waiting to board. They were checking credentials as people moved up one by one onto a mobile stairway that had been rolled up flush with the plane’s open door.

Looking around you, most of the would be passengers still looked like military of various branches though. Army, Navy, Air Force, they still had on their uniforms. But there were others too, likely diplomats being evacuated you thought. Men, women, even a few children as you’d seen the curious eyes peeking out from behind their parents’ legs as you all had also moved through the line.

“It had to be damn stairs,” Peter mumbled as the two of you neared closer to the plane. Without any actual terminal here, boarding straight from the tarmac was the only option.

“If Hank can help carry the Professor up them, wheelchair and all, I’m pretty sure I can handle you.” You responded, only meaning to give him a little grief.

But he just spun things right back on you of course. “Oh, you can handle me any time.”

And when your stare said you didn’t seem to find that quite as funny as he did, he only shrugged, still smiling. “Sorry, you left yourself wide open for that one.”

“I did.” You admitted. “But I still want to hear the story of that driver’s license. And why did you even have one to begin with? Seems a little unecessary.” You said, still moving up every few moments as you neared the bottom of the stairs.

Yet he just kept smirking at you, almost a seeming delight in his eyes then, realizing that you were that curious about it. “Now who’s impatient?” He taunted, just before turning back to flash said documents to one of the workers now checking them.

“Do you have anything to declare?” The woman asked him.

With the way he paused, you knew his brain was churning then to select whatever he would deem the funniest or wittiest response. But as odd of looks as you were all already getting, mostly from Hank and Kurt’s vivid blue skin as usual, it probably would be best not to test the waters any further. You did want to get home after all.

“We don’t,” You answered before he could, relieved when she seemed to want to hurry you all aboard and away from her as much as you did. She handed Peter’s passport back to him, then took your own in quick succession to glance it over as well before seeming satisfied enough as she handed it back to you.

After you were past her, it was the issue of the stairs however. Obviously they expected Peter to just figure it out, but you knew you could lend a hand. The trick was going to be in trying to keep that act of levitation a little more subtle though, still being in mixed company here.

“You should have let me have a little more fun with her,” Peter said, though glancing back with some curiosity as you moved behind him.

“I don’t want to make a scene,” you responded quietly. Really, referring to her just as much as what you were about to attempt. “Pretend you’re going up the stairs anyway. Move a little like you’re walking.”

The person in front of him on the stairs wasn’t looking back, and only more of your friends were directly behind you. With the sidewalls of the stairway also going up about waist high, the people still on the ground couldn’t see the little glow that went around his legs as you willed him to levitate just high enough that his cast didn’t drag the steps as you both continued towards the plane’s door.

“Woah, hey at least give a warning.” He responded, lifting his good leg up enough for it to also miss the now passing steps even as his crutches hit once or twice.”

“I did.” You answered, though still trying to look past him the whole time to make sure no one was looking back from the plane’s doorway. Once you’d gotten nearly to the top, you set him back down to do the last couple steps on his own and enter the plane normally.

Once inside though, the aisle really was too narrow to use his crutches properly. Maybe on a more normal flight more measures would have been taken to assist the disabled, but there sure wasn’t anyone offering anything today.

Kurt was behind you, and offered to take the crutches while Peter put one arm over your shoulders and you both half hobbled, half shimmied awkwardly down the aisle until you reached the first open seating.

Being a larger jet meant for transoceanic travel, there were seats in groups of three on both the left and right side of the plane, but a row of four in the center as well. You ended up in one of the rows of three on the side, letting Peter take the aisle seat to have more room for his leg, while you sat in the middle, and Kurt beside you at the window as he’d laid Peter’s crutches down on the floor underneath the seats.

You finally felt like maybe you could relax a little then, just glancing around a bit. There were some old magazines in the seatback in front of you, but probably not much of anything else any of you could really do now in however many hours it’d take to get stateside. You were pretty sure a passenger jet like this would be a good deal slower than the high tech military one you’d gone to Egypt in.

You were only looking up at the light and air vent controls above your seat next as a sudden movement and curse surprised you as your eyes darted back to the aisle.

“Goddamnit.” A man said.

His soft sided suitcase had just burst open, spilling most of his clothing onto the floor as he then paused to shove it back in as best he could. He struggled with the zipper a moment, but it only slid back and forth uselessly, no longer sealing the bag back. “Cheap ass government issue,” He added, finally just picking up the whole thing and holding it closed against his chest as he walked on.

And that random event would have been nothing more to you, except for the way you saw Peter move his head back then, sucking in a pained breath through his teeth as he gripped the armrest between you.

Kurt noticed too, leaning forward as he asked, “Are you alright, Peter?”

“Yeah, sure,” He grunted.

But as you glanced down to see Peter’s other hand now clutching his broken leg, you also saw a newly materialized pair of sunglasses pressed between his fingertips and the cast. As well as a military jacket now folded messily under his seat.

“That was you.” You spoke abruptly, yet low enough just for the three of you. “You took those out of that man’s suitcase!”

“Well I didn’t think the stupid zipper was going to break when I tried to close it back! He’s right, that was a cheap zipper.” Peter admitted.

“And you hurt yourself trying to get back into the chair didn’t you?” You chided a little more, not quite sure what was worse, the thievery or the recklessness.

“I hit my foot on that damn bracket, and the vibration went through the bone.” He motioned to the metal bracing that bolted the seat in front of him to the floor.

“Thou shalt not steal,” Kurt said, not judgmentally, but just as if this should be an inherent truth as he still looked to Peter with concern.

“Oh man, so I get like twelve hours of flight time to look forward to, trapped next to you two goody two shoes then? Awesome.” He joked back, though already looking back down then at the sunglasses in his hand with a little admiration. They had a mirror finish as he spun them over in his fingers. “And hey, you guys are the ones who burned up my last jacket back in Egypt, remember? I’m not going home empty handed. I’d been wanting one of those army looking deals since we got here. Buzzcut there seemed like he’d have one.”

“Mama look!”

All three of you paused your talk then to see a small boy now standing in the aisle as the movement of people had slowed once more with passengers stopping to put their luggage in the overhead bins. But his mother didn’t seem to be paying him any mind as he continued to point. She was talking to the man in front of her as that man fought with an oversized suitcase.

The boy continued staring though, likely at Kurt. But it wasn’t really a fearful gaze, more excited than anything.

“Guten tag,” Kurt said cheerfully regardless, just waving in return.

And at that the boy’s eyes really went wide. “Sprichst du Deutsch?” The boy stammered a little, yet with the biggest grin.

“Ja, ich komme aus Bayern.” Kurt replied.

And that spontaneous connection over a surprise shared language would have been truly adorable too if Peter wasn’t suddenly leaning right over you to interrupt it.

“Yo, Kurt, ask him if I can borrow some of his markers!” Peter pleaded abruptly.

“What?” You and Kurt both said almost simultaneously.

“The markers, he doesn’t need the whole box. I only need like three colors, tops.” Peter answered, motioning back to the boy. And when still neither you or Kurt seemed to understand this sudden sense of urgency, Peter actually put his hands together like making a little prayer. “You told me you didn’t want me to steal, so I’m trying not to. Come on, at least a red one?”

Kurt really was confused then, but he did lean forward, saying something else in German to the boy.

At that request the boy did look down at the coloring book rolled in one of his hands, and the small pack of markers sticking out of his pocket that evidently Peter had somehow put a target lock on.

But he really did like Kurt apparently as after only a couple moments of thought, the little boy opened the marker box to pull three out.

“Sweet!” Peter said as the child handed over red, black, and blue to him. “I’ll give them back in a bit, right?” Peter added though, smirking at him. “Thanks, little dude.”

And it was all just the oddest thing to you as the boy only happily waved bye to Kurt after, the movement of people starting again as he and his mother continued on to go sit a few rows further back.

“I don’t even know what just happened,” you said after they were gone.

“That was world class negotiating, babe. I mean Kurt literally just smooth talked some colors from a kid with a coloring book in his hand on a twelve hour flight.” Peter responded.

“You are actually going to give them back though aren’t you? You told him you would.” Kurt replied with a little concern.

Peter kind of shrugged, “I mean yeah, I guess so.”

“He’ll give them back,” You added for him. “Or I will.”

“Okay, okay, jeez. Yes, it’s not going to take me hours to do anything. Ever. I’ll have this baby gussied up in no time.” Peter responded, patting his cast gently. “You can’t leave a blank canvas to a guy like me. Especially if I have to stare at this thing for weeks.”

And he was right, you weren’t even in the air yet before he just started doodling away.

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Thankfully the plane only stopped one more time, at an air base in France to pickup more U.S. government evacuees, before at last the wings were over water and you were finally pointed home.

By now Peter’s cast looked more like those advertisements or example sheets on the walls of any tattoo parlor. Yet when you made a comment as such, the sly grin you got in return made you instantly wish you’d thought that through a little better.

“Ah, so you’ve been in a tattoo parlor then?” Oh he was so interested in this topic now. You could see that wolfish look coming into his eyes. “You’ve got some ink somewhere?”

“I don’t.” You’d thought of doing it though, quite a bit actually. But it was such a commitment. You’d probably keep that tidbit to yourself for a while though, lest he try to drag you immediately to a tattoo shop on the drive to D.C.

“I’m not totally sure I believe you.” He answered, though leaning in to whisper in your ear after, “Think you’ll let me check some time?”

The fact that he was still so bold with Kurt literally right beside you, made you wonder if you really should be making sure whatever rental car you ended up with later was just some sort of bucket seat tiny two door thing. If it was a boat like sedan with a full bench back seat, you might actually be in trouble tonight.

“We’ll see,” Is all you answered back though. At least for a moment before you realized now was as good a time as any to flip the conversation back on him.

“So when do I get to hear the Pietro story?” You asked, relaxed into your seat as much as the small space would allow. “Kurt and I have nothing else to do. Let’s hear it.”

“The who?” Peter teased back, just working on giving one of the pin up girls he’d drawn a little better shading.

“Or Django. Either Pietro or Django, they both sound pretty interesting I think.” You replied playfully.

Peter glanced at you, but smiled a little. “You’re just going to be disappointed actually. I was just hyping it up, there’s really nothing to it.”

“Then go on, it’ll be a quick story then.” You still wanted to know more about him of course, and every piece was just another part of the whole picture.

“Django was my grandfather. Mom’s dad back in the old country.” Peter replied, still just finding more and more little details to add to his drawings. “I didn’t really know him. Mom never liked to take us back there much to visit. I mean it makes more sense now of course. She didn’t want my Dad to know where she was. But back then I just figured she thought that place was creepy.”

“What place?” Kurt asked innocently enough. You both were actually equally curious to whatever Peter might say about his family. Like he’d said before, Kurt wasn’t used to having friends his own age. And learning more about each other now was all part of growing those bonds.

“Wundagore Mountain,” Peter replied. “And trust me, as much as it sounds like the newest ride at some amusement park, it’s totally not. I remember being like five and going back there thinking Dracula himself was going to yank me out of that freaking soviet tin can Mom was driving us around in. Wanda still swears she heard voices up there. I mean I don’t know, we stayed with Mom’s aunt one time and she tells us this thing so creatively called Man-Beast was going to come down off the mountain for us if we didn’t behave.”

Peter glanced over to the both of you, further clarifying, “Not like Hank or anything though, it was basically just a werewolf I think. But if it’s a werewolf, call it that you know? What the hell is a Man-Beast? They had so many weird things that could take children. I feel like every story was, oh but don’t do that or Porga will get you. Oops, you talked back to your mother? Guess Tagar is coming tonight. Darn, forgot to brush your teeth? Nice knowing you, kid, Bova’s going to take you to live in the woods forever now.”

You were sort of just staring and listening, but out the corner of your eye you saw Kurt only nodding as if in complete understanding. You would hazard a guess that parts of Bavaria evidently had very similar folklore. Between the two of them, they could likely trade stories like this the whole flight.

But Peter just continued, “But yeah, Django was my gramps, just met him a couple times. And Pietro...well that’s just me. Like I said, nothing special. I was Pietro all the way until Mom started us in kindergarten.” He smirked a little. “Guess she figured the dorky little Jewish kid with the curly brown hair needed all the help he could get fitting in with all the John’s, Mark’s, and Scott’s of the world. And yeah, feel free to tell Summers I said that later.”

So she’d Americanized his name. It wasn’t unheard of with first or second generation immigrants, but still there was something a little sad about that. Yet you smiled softly, that image of the kindergarten age Peter frankly adorable in your mind. “You were a baby brunette?”

“Until the old X-gene flared at 12 or whenever that was yeah,” But he paused, a little surprised, just then realizing what look that was on your face. “Oh stop, you’re picturing it now aren’t you? I was a total dork, don’t do that. Seriously, no! I swear I will never let you find those pictures.”

But you just kept grinning. “No need. I can imagine this forever.”

“Hell, where is Jean?” Peter looked around in a little show of dramatics. “Memory wipe needed on aisle 3, Red.”

It was just too funny though, and honestly it made all the sense in the world. The physical resemblance between Peter and Erik would have been a lot more noticeable had they both still shared similar hair color and texture. Yes, you would bet Peter’s hair had even had that bit of auburn in it too back then.

“But I do have a question,” You spoke then, your tone sincere. “What do you actually want to be called?”

“Sexy?” He answered at once.

But you didn’t let him off the hook that easily, still waiting patiently for the real answer as you just watched him.

Finally he relented, but still seeming a bit non committal. “I mean I’ve heard both for so long, I answer to either. Really, I do. But if the Django comes out though, that’s Defcon 1. It means I’ve done something catastrophically wrong and Mom is about to go full on nuclear on my ass.”

You considered this for a moment, before trying it. “Pietro,” you said, looking for any difference in his expression.

He did grin at you, eyebrows going up a little.

“Peter?” You asked then.

And to that he just continued to smile. “Babe, it’s like you’re trying to pick the name of the new dog.” He raised the pitch of his voice a little, imitating a generic wife you guessed. “Honey, which one does he like better? Did his ears go up at that one?”

“Hey, I’m just trying to figure things out,” you defended. “Guess I’ll just go back to imagining all that curly brown hair now.”

“Noooo.” He whined.

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The three of you had joked and talked for quite a while. But somewhere, maybe about two thirds through the flight, things did quiet back down. Eventually you decided to try and sleep some if you could. You weren’t tired yet, but you knew you would be by the time you landed.

With the difference in timezones, even though you’d left early in the morning Greek time, it would likely only be around lunch time in the U.S. after landing. While you already would have been traveling for almost twelve hours.

It was as if you’d get to repeat the day all over again. You had all that time still ahead of you, including having to convince the Professor to let you drive Peter home.

You closed your eyes for a bit, thinking of all the hypotheticals of what you could say. What you would argue if needed, and what Xavier may say in response. But as you tried to let your thoughts drift further, you realized you’d crossed your arms, little chill bumps on them as you opened your eyes to look up at the air vent above you.

Was it stuck open? You fiddled with it a moment, but felt no difference. Shifting to sit back up a little, you looked at the seatback in front of you again as well, in the pouch there with the old magazines.

“They don’t have any blankets,” Peter said quietly, easily interpreting the reasoning for your search.

You’d thought he’d already been asleep just as Kurt was though. You were surprised as Peter reached out, smoothly laying that jacket over your chest and arms. The one he’d taken earlier.

“See.” He added. “Crime does pay sometimes.”

You gave him a skeptical look still, but the jacket really did make the difference as you leaned back again in the seat, snuggling into it. “Thank you, thief.” You answered softly.

“Any time.” He smiled a little, before reaching down to click the button on the armrest between your seats. He moved the armrest up and out of the way, then running a warm hand under the jacket to find one of your own.

You grasped his hand when they met, intertwining your fingers together.

“Have a nice nap, see you in Jersey.” He said, yet closing his own eyes as well.

“See you in Jersey, Pietro.”

You felt him squeeze your hand more at that, and you couldn’t help but smile.

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(Continued in next chapter here)

[myketheartista]

The Masquerade: How They Came To Be

This is a small headcanon type of thing that I thought of the morning after the stream, so I’m obviously obsessed with these two so much to the point where I made lore for how Sir Billiam and his butler met. To make things easier on myself, I just called the butler Ranboo since I didn’t want to mess too much with canon by giving him a new name. 

***Warnings: Light violence, mentions of killing/death, manipulation (from the egg, but just thought I’d include it just in case)***

**Please remember that this is not canon. I took some liberties and assumed a few things based on prior knowledge. Oh, and don’t take things out of context. This is NOT shipping, and I’m putting this here because I know some people will question the way I write them interacting. I don’t condone any shipping with Ranboo or Techno, and that goes for any and all characters they play.

Please enjoy! And leave your thoughts if you’d like :)

Billiam finds the egg. Builds the mansion around it to keep it safe and hidden because it seems like something bizarre enough that could earn him a good sum of money. Sell pieces of it, get rich, live a long, good life swimming in wealth.

He wants to see what it does too, but the more time he spends with it, the more corrupts his mind becomes. Soft whispers that scratch at the walls of his head, telling him to give-- give himself, give others, just give to the egg. And in the beginning stages, it isn’t so bad. He just sees the egg as something valuable. Value slowly transitions into a sort of obsession. He must protect it, feed it, take care of it so no one else will hurt it. If he helps the egg, it’ll help him.

So when he finds a young boy wandering through the endless sea of trees surrounding his estate, he grows a bit defensive. It’s just some random kid, an inch or two shorter than Billiam with messy chocolate brown hair and a dazed look in his eyes (Oh, and he’s definitely lower than a commoner, just look at the mess he is!). Tattered clothes, no shoes, patches of dirt dusting his face and hands; he’s an awful sight. But a peculiar one at best with the notable pointed ears and extra set of canines fitted snug next to the original pair. Whatever he is, Billiam knows that he isn’t a threat, and he can recognize that much through the fog clouding his brain telling him to get rid of this unwelcomed stranger. More than anything, he pities him, and a frown crosses his lips when he tries to get some answers out of the kid, but he’s met with a confused tilt of the head and awkward silence. Well, by observing his overall condition, Billiam concludes that he has no where to go.

So...he takes him in. Not because he cares! He really shouldn’t and doesn’t care for someone of such low status, but seeing Ranboo scarf down a whole plate of whatever Billiam could find along with some cake and a few glasses of water makes him feel a bit uneasy...about- about how much food he can eat, yes, of course. If he’s going to be staying here, he can’t go around eating everything they have. He’ll have to set some ground rules for this new guest. Such as throwing out those old clothes and giving him one of his own dress shirts and a well-made vest he never ended up wearing. Ranboo asks him for help with his tie much too often, and that’s something that should aggravate him, (inability to do anything on his own, how annoying) but he finds himself walking Ranboo through the process each time he’s called for. All the while, as he helps this kid learn the ropes and shows him around, those harsh whispers demand he stop. Get rid of him. He stares at Ranboo, the boy who can’t even speak the language of this planet, can’t remember where he came from, hates eye contact and taking showers, doesn’t even know what he is, and he wonders how the egg could even tell him to kill someone as innocent as him.

Billiam decides he’ll be his butler. Ranboo doesn’t protest since he doesn’t even know what a butler is, but he agrees without complaint. Some conversation over dinner that turned into a fake contract that neither of them signed, but Billiam made the deal that Ranboo can stay if he does his part which was simply obeying him when he asked for the butler. This...quickly got out of hand. Whenever there’s a party and a handful of guests crowd through the front doors, Billiam makes it known that he has a butler, and a very bad one at that. Calls him in that sing-song voice and requests he fetch their new arrivals some wine only to degrade him and claim he’s going a week without food afterwards. Ranboo really doesn’t mind, partially because he can’t even refuse or talk back due to the limitations of his knowledge of the unfamiliar language of this place, but he’s also become a bit dedicated to serving Billiam. The man practically saved his life and gave him everything he could want. When he is allowed to speak, he’s always asking how many words since that’ll guide him towards forming a more accurate sentence with letters and syllables he’s not used to. More often than not, he sticks to humming his responses to make it easier on himself. Even then, there’s not much to worry about. He’s bad with social interaction and the guests rarely pay attention to him, so he often hides in the corner as they all participate in their games and conversations regarding the economy. The more he excludes himself, the more he misses the frequent disappearances of the guests. He never questions Billiam where they went, why they left so early into the evening, why the mansion has terrible lighting problems, (they should get that fixed, it’s quite troublesome) he just enjoys the eventual peace and quiet that fills their home once everyone is gone. 

The parties increase throughout the months that Ranboo resides there. It’s exhausting being a butler when all he’s required to do is follow people’s orders-- how does Billiam do it? He’s the one who hosts them, greets everyone, plans the festivities and everything. He should ask him about that sometime. Instead of pestering him, he finds himself watching from the stairs as Billiam catches up with yet another group of friends. Hm...why doesn’t he just invite the same people over? Being rich must make you a lot of friends. But these people seem snobby and annoying. Ranboo doesn’t like them very much. He prefers to stay the way he is, and if that means he remains a “commoner”, then so be it. Billiam, on the other hand, doesn’t mind stepping into a new character every time he hosts one of these masquerades. The weird airy sound to his voice makes him appear friendlier, more trustworthy, but it always makes Ranboo put a fist to his mouth to stifle his laughter. It’s utterly ridiculous and almost childish, but it’s entertaining nonetheless.

He enjoys the soft conversations they share in their far too big of a home when things are back to normal (And when did he start calling it their home?). They usually pass the time by Ranboo asking questions and Billiam responding to the best of his ability which makes him seem smarter than he probably is. But for someone who can’t seem to remember where they came from or how to communicate, Ranboo is grateful for anything Billiam can give him.

So one night, when he thinks they’ve grown close enough to where Ranboo can consider them friends, he wanders the mansion to find Billiam-- wants to ask him something, but he’s nowhere to be found. It’s been months since he’s lived here, and he thinks he knows every nook and cranny of the mansion but…the longer he stares at that duplicate of a spider painting Billiam apparently commissioned someone to make despite the same painting hanging just a few feet over, he starts to feel an itch in the back of his mind. And when he finds the courage to move it aside, finds a secret entrance to a room he’s never seen before, he’s honestly baffled. The atmosphere of the room makes him feel off, and that itch starts to grow, manifests into a voice trying to peel through his thoughts and gain control. It makes him feel...uncomfortable…wrong. And when he sees Billiam standing at the end of the room, back facing him while he stares at a large red mass with vines trailing off of it, up the walls and across the floor tangling around Billiam’s feet, that discomfort shifts to something a little colder. He wanders into the room with light feet and a dry mouth, struggling to get his voice to work.

“Sir?”

The word doesn’t feel as foreign as other words do since it’s the one thing he’s gotten the hang of saying. He sees the visible tension build in Billiam’s shoulders and watches him turn around slowly to look at him, a chill trickling down his spine when he spots the sword in his hand. He gets no response, just a rather lifeless stare from Billiam. He speaks up again.

“Sir, what are you doing?”

It’s as if he was stuck in some sort of trance cause in an instant, a soft smile breaks out onto Billiam’s face and he gestures at Ranboo.

“What wonderful timing! Come closer, I’d like to show you something.”

Ranboo feels strange, but he pushes down the crippling sensation of dread pooling in his stomach and walks up to settle next to Billiam. He feels the light touch of a hand on his back, tensing up as he stares at the oddly shaped...something before them.

“What is this?”

Billiam looks so giddy when he hears the question.

“It’s the egg.”

And Ranboo breaks away from the “egg” to stare at Billiam.

“Pardon?”

Billiam looks at him, and it’s now that Ranboo notices the glint in his eye, the way his once brown irises swirl with red, and the look he gives him reminds him of the expression he wore when they first met.

Pity.

“My dear butler, it’s the egg! It’s a truly magnificent thing, is it not?”

And Ranboo can only stare awkwardly between the egg and the man who he’s lived with all of his life because what the hell is he going on about?

“I, uh,... I don’t seem to understand.”

Billiam’s expression softens, still holding that little ounce of pity that Ranboo has begun to dislike.

“You’ll understand soon enough. Come.”

And the hand on his back gently pushes him forward, guiding him as they walk, and Ranboo feels his heels involuntarily drag against the stone floor, putting up some resistance. That pool of dread begins to manifest into something else. An icy, prickling puddle of fear. Billiam is putting himself behind him as Ranboo draws closer to the egg, and the whispering only grows louder, clawing at his brain and sending a jolt of pain to his skull as it screams at him. It’s becoming too much, it hurts, but Billiam’s hand seems to latch onto the back of his vest, twisting and pushing him downwards just inches from the egg to where he’s on his knees and his hands are planted on the cold concrete below him. He realizes, as goosebumps trail up his arms and his eyes begin to sting, that he’s never quite felt fear before up until now. He doesn’t like it too much. All he can do is stare at the red in front of him, watch as the little vines underneath his hands sprout up from the cracks of the floor and curl around his fingers. The grip on his vest tightens, and he’s painfully reminded who’s doing this to him.

“Do you hear it?”

He just nods, exhaling shakily and struggling to take in any air as the panic settles inside of his chest.

“It’s loud.” He voice wavers as it comes out weak and afraid, and he hears Billiam hum, pleased with the answer.

“What’s it saying?”

And he can’t respond because he doesn’t know, it’s speaking a language he’s never heard, he can’t translate it. He feels the urge to hurt, to kill, to follow, to obey, feels fingers digging into his brain and pulling him forward as if he understands what it’s saying after all, but it all seems like gibberish to him. He feels nothing but everything at once. The grip on his vest tugs lightly, and he swallows thickly.

“I...I don’t know.” 

He can practically feel the disappointment radiating off of Billiam when he gives the answer, and he suddenly regrets saying anything at all. He hears Billiam shift and the grip loosens by just a hair.

“Is he not worthy?” Billiam mutters to himself, but…it sounds like it’s directed to someone. Some thing. Ranboo doesn’t know, but it’s said so quietly and sounds…sad. After a few seconds of silence and Ranboo watching those tiny red vines curiously curl even more around his fingers and onto his hand in an attempt to travel up his wrist, he feels the hand leave his back. A sigh escapes him, and he goes to push himself off of the ground to sit on his knees, but a sharp pain quickly replaces the hand, breaking through the layers of fabric and grazing the skin of his back. A strangled noise crawls out of his throat and he ducks his head, trying to arch his back away from the tip of the sword angled towards him.

“Sir?” He sounds so pathetic, so desperate, he doesn’t want to jump to conclusions but he feels like he’s about to be killed by the man who took him in and that’s certainly not settling well in his stomach. Billiam remains silent and that’s what scares him because silence doesn’t seem like a good thing, especially in a situation such as this. The silence lasts for what seems like minutes, but he hears a frustrated huff come from behind him and the sword disappears from his back right when he thinks it’ll slip through him.

“Stand up.”

Ranboo is quick to obey, ignoring the trembling in his legs and wringing his hands together to calm the light shaking that’s taken over them. He hesitantly turns to look at Billiam who’s staring back at him with those red eyes that seem a bit duller this time around. He wants to back away when Billiam moves towards him, but his feet refuse to move and a hand comes down on his shoulder, gentle and somewhat comforting despite the situation.

“You don’t feel anything?”

It seems like he’s desperate now, looking for an answer that will settle the uncertainty bubbling in the pit of his stomach. Brows furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line, and red eyes beginning to lose their glow. Somewhat back to normal. Ranboo pauses for a long moment, hesitant, terrified, legs shaking and throat closing up at the thought of what Billiam will do if he receives an answer he isn’t particularly fond of.

“...No.”

It takes his entire body to force the word out because even though he was on his knees moments ago, pleading that he’d wake up, that this was just a very intense dream where everything felt too real for his liking, somewhere deep down he believes Billiam won’t be mad and kill him right where he stands. That expression only reassures him because it’s coming from the only person he knows to trust.

Billiam sighs again and looks down, a bit defeated, maybe even confused because what is he to do now? He can’t even go through with sacrificing this kid he’s grown a damn attachment to and that’s a problem. If he isn’t the one to admit it, the egg is there to remind him. His hand slides down Ranboo’s arm, hanging limply by his side as his voice grows quiet.

“Do you trust me?”

And Ranboo doesn’t have anything else to say but the immediate “Yes.” that follows. Billiam looks up at him, a bit surprised but gaze a tad softer than it was before.

“What was your name again?”

Ranboo’s hands wring together some more, and he mindlessly picks at the vines that have embedded themselves into his skin. He goes to speak, but his tongue falls differently against the roof of his mouth and clicks against his teeth in a way that Billiam won’t understand. And even though that ends up being true, Billiam still smiles at him and a trickle of warmth spreads throughout Ranboo’s chest.

“Just do as I say, and you’ll be fine.”

Ranboo can’t find it in him to defy what Billiam says.

So when he gives him the sword and tells him to kill the guests that enter their home, he does so without question. He follows his commands as gentle as they are, and he listens to the garbled whispering brushing the edges of his mind. And if his eyes appear a bit redder when he goes to look in the mirror, he doesn’t bring it up to Billiam. He still picks at those little red vines that have melded into his skin as he watches the larger vines of the egg curl around the bodies he’s dragged to this secret room, hidden away from any curious eyes. And throughout the ruthless killings and Ranboo’s slow descent into madness, Billiam continues to treat him the same way, apologizing later on for the small scar on his back. He simply shrugs the apology off and gives him a smile, dragging…what was his name again? James? The name rings a bell, but he disregards the vague feeling of guilt crawling its way into his chest and continues to drag him away by the legs.

Even when he goes back to get Karl and sees the edges of his body disintegrating into little white speckles of what looks like dust, he doesn’t question it or show Billiam. Delivers his body to the egg regardless of whatever strange deterioration Karl’s body was undergoing. Another party, another meal for the egg. As long as Billiam is happy, so is his loyal butler.

[kitkatopinions]

I'm aware of the cross tagging from FNDM in rwde since sometimes I look in it at times, but I think what irks me is about Adam.

The guy is already dead and FNDM just can't let go that anyone that are fans of him just have to shove in there face "See? See? He's ALWAYS been emotional abusive since the beginning, you guys are abuse apologist!" He was charismatic in a degree because he had a lot of loyal followers, and if I remember correctly didn't he not give a shit Blake was in Beacon? Why is the FNDM so keen on people that don't agree with them? It's such a waste of time.

The Adam topic is honestly a... Hard one, with a lot of layers. I fully believe he was always meant to be Blake’s abuser and a plain straight villain. But he used to be a much more nuanced character, who let her go and focused on his own goals. He got coerced - yes, full on coerced - into joining Cinder’s plan, but seemed to lean into it and wanted to use it to his advantage. In season three, he delved into much worse territory, stabbing Blake, trying to cut off her head, and maiming Yang. This obviously ought to be considered evil. But he still let Blake run away and continued doing his job rather than chasing her down and killing her and Yang, clearly implying that he cared about a lot more than just Blake.

The treatment of the faunus/racism allegory really damages all of their Faunus characters in the first five season minus maybe Velvet. Adam was no exception to this. He should’ve been a very different character than what we got even in seasons 1-3 because he was a strong voice in their only pro-Faunus rights activist group, and seemingly a leader of one of the branches. CRWBY never should’ve made the only pro-Faunus rights activist group in their story a violent terrorist group that wanted to destroy peace and take out white people non faunus. And one of the leaders of that group being an abuser and a total monster? Not a cute look. That feels like straight up propaganda. Especially after revealing Adam’s brand mark, and dropping details about him being a slave in songs and outside content.

And then the writing staff decided to take a character who seemed to care for his cause and care for his people (he rejected Cinder’s offer for him to join them because it would do nothing for the Faunus, and then only agreed when she threatened his people,) and they stripped him of those two good traits and made him act as though he’d only ever been using the White Fang for power and to get at Blake. He stalked her for days (when he’d willingly let her get away without following two times before,) and he turned into nothing more than an abusive ex. I got tripped up enough on RT’s terrible to choice to make him such a monster in the first place, but stripping him of the few good points he did have just to... Make Blake sadder, maybe? Make him seem less sympathetic? That sucked. And if they were going for trying to make Adam less sympathetic, they shouldn’t have freaking showed us the SDC logo burned into his face! There’s nothing satisfying about watching an oppressed former child slave and allegory to people of color, with a company logo branded onto his face, get murdered due to no real fault from the heroes and die alone after having his character reduced to ‘abusive ex’ by careless white writers who just last season had been shoving ‘people of color should stop hurting themselves and just prove they’ll defend white people from other people of color and then they’ll earn respect’ into their narrative. 

Honestly, I’m not an Adam stan. His character didn’t get a lot (and his voice acting wasn’t the best tbh,) and the character he did have was largely unlikable to me personally. The reason for that is the writers’ miserable failure of an allegory that came across as very propaganda-ish and white comfort driven, but I’ve just never really... Liked him all that much. However, a lot of people saw potential in Adam, and liked who he could’ve been a lot. And there were other people who liked Adam as a villain. Both of those things are perfectly valid. I don’t know much about the Adam stan community, but I personally have never once seen anyone in the RWDE tags excusing Adam’s actions in the show or trying to say they were alright. What I have seen is people acknowledging that Adam’s character was severely mishandled, or writing their own, new versions of Adam’s character where they try to handle him well or treat the topics at hand with more respect than the writers did. Other people literally just acknowledge Adam’s pain, and that’s totally valid too.

I’ve dealt with crosstagging in other fandoms and pro tags getting lots of anti people invading and trying to pick fights. And even main character tags, people should realize are going to be used by people who enjoy the character, and attacking them for it or commenting on their posts to try and get a reaction is mad annoying. Antis should use filterable tags. RWBY megafans are always getting mad at RWDE posters if they so much as use the main tag even if they have a drove of filterables, but they refuse to use any proper tags themselves. It can be so frustrating when you’re just trying to share content about a character you like with other people who like that character, and you get people coming into your comments going ‘you know they did A right?’ ‘you know they’re a bad person, right?’ ‘Oh so you love (insert immoral thing here)?!?!’

It’s honestly toxic. Adam - the character - did horrible things no one should excuse. But A. He did those things because he was written to do them, and people ought to be able to look at that writing and see how it’s harmful. And B. Liking a character is not approval of all of their actions. People can stan villains. There are Joker stans and Tom Riddle stans and freaking Moriarty from Sherlock lovers, I think RWBY fans should be able to get past Adam stans. And C. Softening characters for your own personal headcanons is a-okay, and shouldn’t be something you get attacked for. This is especially important to remember in characters that you look at and say ‘this should’ve been done differently because the character they did give us is insulting or a bad portrayal.’ It’s easy to become attached to characters you think were done dirty by their clearly biased writers. I have a long string of characters I just write different in fan fiction, because I got mad at how they were handled, for all sorts of fandoms. People need to understand that not everyone is going to see RWBY and the RWBY characters exactly how they see them. People have different favorites and different interpretations, and even if that interpretation isn’t one hundred percent right in canon, well guess what? Canon isn’t king, people have every right to headcanon whatever they want.

You got me ranting. XD But yeah, I personally think RWBY fans should leave Adam fans alone, so long as they aren’t hurting anyone. Obviously, I don’t know all the details, but yeah. I’m a firm believer in the benefits of ‘pro’ and ‘anti’ tags for character content. I’ve been trying to use ‘pro Ironwood’ for instance in mine. I know it wouldn’t get rid of all the antis, but it’s worth a shot.

And the amount of RWBY megafans who literally go to the RWDE tag and look at posts specifically tagged and marked as anti rwby eight ways to sunday just to pick fights... Astronomical. People who don’t like to see it should filter it out and make their (and our!) experiences much better.

So... Those are my thoughts on that.

[risottoneroo]

Between His Fingers, Chapter Two

a/n: so it looks like i’ll be updating weekly! this one is longer, and i hope u guys like it!

tags: @kakyoins-bang​ @i-mean-i--guess​ @spaceeballs​ @casketjuice​

warnings: minors in a strip club, reader is disguised as a cocktail waitress, some very mild sexual content, mentions of Dio grooming(?) reader, stand fights, canon typical violence

chapter one

one year later

“Find the Joestars, huh?” You muttered under your breath. “Seems easy.”

You looked around the Saudi Arabian strip club you were currently disguised as a cocktail waitress for. The disguise was a leather tube dress, accentuating your curves and showing a little window between your tits. It didn’t disguise the scars high on your back, covering your shoulders in a crude impression of wings. Your Stand, in materializing, had seared its wings onto your back forever. Your scars didn’t bother you. 

You were still more than pretty, and decidedly more confident. In just one year, you’d gotten very good at seduction and deception. Dio was a good teacher. You’d practiced in clubs just like this, finding men and making them buy you pretty things, before leaving without so much as a phone number. You were well known in Cairo for this trick.  Dio knew how to get his way, and now, so did you. He’d been reluctant to let you leave his mansion, but it was necessary to get rid of the Joestars. 

He didn’t like you smoking, and only let you do it in the bars you frequented to make money off stupid men. Your loyalty to Dio was such that you were even trying to stop that habit, but in this dark, hazy club, it was hard to not want a fucking cigarette. You took a deep breath and scanned the crowd.

Dio had said they’d be the tallest and worst dressed people there. You held back a snort. Like Dio had room to pass judgement on who was worst dressed. Regardless, the group you were focused on was definitely the tallest. Worst dressed? Debatable. Highly so. It wasn’t well lit in here, and they were a few yards away, but the biggest one was wearing some kind of school uniform. It looked tight, but he also looked very good in it. He looked bored, a cigarette dangling from his lips and surrounding them in smoke. Fuck. 

The next one was a redhead, with long, messy hair. His outfit was far from messy, being a much tidier school uniform. He looked uptight, but he was still pretty cute. He looked as if he was trying to communicate to the other man there that he didn’t want to be there. It was too loud for you to hear anything, the bass pounding in your chest. 

The last man was definitely the worst dressed. Even compared to Dio. A black shirt with one strap, slicked up hair, and white pants with boots? Wow. There was a lot of bad taste in that package. He looked drunk to top it off, and was laughing at the redhead. 

You started to make your way over. As you came closer, their conversation became audible over the bass. 

“Come on, Kakyoin, lighten up! Have a little fun!”

“We shouldn’t be here. It’s too public. Especially with the blood bond, Dio definitely tracked us here.”

You stifled a laugh, coming up to sit on their table. You put on a bubbly, airheaded front and said, “Who’s Dio, handsome?”

The redhead glowered. “Nobody.”

The biggest one snorted and flicked his cigarette ash behind the seat. You smiled charmingly. “Well, can I get you any drinks, boys?”

The one with slicked up hair nodded, already staring at your legs. The redhead seemed to be trying not to look at your tits, but failing miserably. He was blushing madly. The tall, dark haired one was impassive. He glanced you up and down. “A beer for me. I don’t care what kind. The drooling one gets water. Eh! Polnareff!”

The worst dressed of the bunch managed to tear himself away from your legs and look at the tall one. “Oui, JoJo?”

“Jojo” sighed and pulled his hat over his eyes. “Yare yare daze.”

You perked up. “Are you Japanese?”

He nodded. The redhead nodded with him, and said, “We both are. Japanese students.”

Time to gush. You gasped. “That’s so cool! What’s your names?”

The redhead glanced at his friends and smiled at you. He seemed to be warming up to you, which was good. “I’m Noriaki Kakyoin, that’s Jotaro Kujo, and the drunk one over there is Jean Pierre Polnareff.”

You had identified them from Dio’s descriptions by now, but he was cute. Kujo was the one with the most dangerous Stand, though they were all very powerful, and Kakyoin and Polnareff were both deserters from Dio. That couldn’t stand.

 You opened your mouth to say something else, and Jotaro got tired of it. “Eh, woman. Get us our drinks already.”

You smiled and stood up, walking over to him and straddling his lap. He averted his eyes, grumbling. Polnareff whooped. “Get it, Jojo!”

Kakyoin chuckled at him. Your smile turned to a smirk. “Now, is that any way to speak…”

You ground down on his lap and whispered in his ear, “To a fellow Stand user?”

Jotaro stiffened against you, becoming a wall of flexed muscle. His hands closed on your neck, and you smirked. “First mistake, Kujo… My Stand isn’t limited by me.”

A wing flicked out from your back. It threw Kakyoin and Polnareff against the wall. Kakyoin hit with a grunt and crumpled, and Polnareff went limp on impact. Your Stand’s hands materialized around Jotaro’s throat, burning through his skin. Its other pair of arms materialized around his wrists, searing skin and burning into his flesh. He cried out, not expecting the heat of your Stand. His grip slackened, and you pushed off him and jumped a few yards away. The music had stopped and people were fleeing the club at the first sign of trouble. You smirked. “You might be fast, but nothing can stop the holy light of my Stand, Angel of Judgement. It suggests the Judgement card in the tarot deck, and it will not rule in your favor, Kujo. My name is Y/N. You’d better remember that when you’re begging for mercy.”

His hand was on his neck, feeling the burns. “How is your Stand tangible, woman?”

You said, “It’s not. My Stand has harnessed ultraviolet light and radiation. It radiates the light of Heaven, and that light is still intangible, even if it sears your flesh, Kujo.”

It materialized behind you, and Jotaro squinted. It didn’t make any sense. It was almost as humanoid as Star Platinum, but much more graceful and angelic in appearance. It… No. She had four arms, three heads, and uncountable wings, pinwheeling around it like a halo. Her body was covered in countless eyes, opening, closing, blinking, glowing. It shone with an unimaginable radiance, lighting up the dingy club and setting the tables close to it aflame. Staring at it was giving him a headache. He shook his head and looked away. The moment it saw him turn away, it attacked. Your Stand grabbed his jaw and slammed him into the wall. He slumped to the floor, hand shaped burns littered on his body and his head bleeding onto the floor. You licked your lips. “Damn, Kujo. I’d hoped for more. Where’s that famous Stand of yours?”

He looked up and coughed. “As the old man says, ‘The moment an enemy starts to gloat about victory, they have already lost.’ Where is my Stand, you ask? Behind you, bitch.”

You gasped and whipped your Stand around, but Star Platinum was already there. Its fist crashed into your Stand’s jaw, and your vision went black.

You woke up in a hotel bed, with warm sheets over you. You sighed and stretched before remembering what had happened last night. Shit. Where were you? You got up and looked around.  It was a hotel room with two large beds, one of which was made neatly and one of which you had just gotten out of. You heard something faintly. Muffled conversation was happening outside. You crept to the door to listen. The redheaded one was talking. Kakyoin? Yeah. “You removed it?”

Jotaro spoke. “Of course I did.”

Kakyoin breathed a sigh. “Good. She’s no longer a threat?”

Jotaro must have shrugged. Kakyoin spoke again. “Her name again?”

Jotaro huffed an irritated breath. “Y/N. I told you. She told you. Yare yare daze...”

Kakyoin must have nodded.

You noticed you felt different, and immediately touched your forehead. No flesh bud, only a bandage. You sighed, then noticed you were in a long shirt, your bra, and underwear. You shrieked. Someone had seen you naked. Your scream brought in the two inhabitants of the room, Jotaro and Kakyoin. Kakyoin looked frazzled. “What’s wrong?”

You stood up. Oh. Fuck, they were tall. Standing tall, you reached Kakyoin’s shoulder, and Jotaro was at least half a foot taller than him. 

It didn’t matter. You mustered up your courage. “Where are my clothes?”

Kakyoin glared at Jotaro, who looked even more stoic. “I told you she wouldn’t be happy about us undressing her.”

Jotaro glanced at you, pulling his hat down. “Yare yare. We thought you’d be more comfortable like this.”

You glared at him. “Where are my clothes?”

Kakyoin pointed to the armoire. You pulled out your clothes and your bag, which you supposed someone else had grabbed. You went into the bathroom, feeling considerably irritated. You pulled on a pair of shorts, and a tank top from your bag. You stared in the mirror. You looked decent, except for the bruise on your jaw from Jotaro. 

Fuck, you wanted a cigarette. You took a deep breath. Stay calm. 

You went back out, carrying your bag and the shirt they’d dressed you in. “Whoever owns this shirt can have it back.”

Jotaro reached and took it. You shook your head and chuckled a bit. Kakyoin looked confused. “What’s funny?”

You smiled. “You two are hopeless with women, huh?”

Kakyoin flushed. “Uh.…well.”

He scratched the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly. “Yeah.”

You walked to him and craned your neck up to see him. “It’s okay.”

You put your hands on his shoulder to pull him down, and kissed his cheek, then did the same to Jotaro. Kakyoin flushed bright red. Jotaro grumbled. “Yare yare daze.”

He pulled his hat down to hide his blush. You laughed at him. He glared at you through his flushed cheeks. “Watch it, woman.”

Kakyoin hid a smile. Jotaro turned away and walked out the door. Before he left, he turned back, refusing to look directly at you. “The old man wants to talk to you.”

He slammed the door behind him. Kakyoin smiled at you and mussed your hair. “I think he likes you.”

You glared at him. “Don’t be dumb, Kakyoin.”

Kakyoin laughed. “Call me Noriaki. Nobody else does.”

You frowned at him. “That doesn’t make sense.”

Kakyoin blushed. “Well, I…”

You cocked your head. “Whatever you say, Noriaki.”

You walked after Jotaro. Kakyoin stared after you. He’d been joking about Jojo, but he was starting to realize that he himself really liked you.

[nomattertheoceans]

The Siren attack - original extract

Author’s note: So....... this is my first time actually sharing a piece of my original writing with someone other than a very few number of people (they know who they are and I love you). I’m sort of stressed out, but excited too? Anyway! This piece is part of a fantasy WIP I started for Camp NaNo in April, it’s an adventure story where pirates reluctantly ally with a siren to hunt a treasure. Oh and also if you saw me talk about my poly OT3, they’re from this story ^^

I would love to know what you think!! Keep in mind that this is a first draft, and it’s also part of a much bigger story (of which I have about one third written). I’m really happy with how this scene turned out though, so I’m happy to be sharing it! Feedback would be great :) 

The scene is under the read more!!

They advanced smoothly for the whole day, and where sailing at night across Windward Passage when it happened.They’d reduced their speed to navigate more easily through the  pass, and Charles had taken this opportunity to check on the sails along the main mast. He was sitting across the yardarm, fixing a sloppy knot on the main sail, tightening it just enough for it to hold until the next morning. He couldn’t very well fix the entire sail right now, with no candle with him. He was good enough with the sails that he could fix knots in almost complete darkness, but he didn’t want to risk damaging anything if he missed. So he finished his task, and was slowly moving backwards towards the mast to go back down when he heard it.

It was a woman’s voice, singing. For a split second, he thought it might have been Beth, but then his mind conjured up an image of her, drunk and singing in a tavern, very badly. This voice was nothing like that. He let himself listen to the deep inflexions, the sound resonating as if it came from the bottom of the waters, a never ending chant full of sorrow and melancholy.

And as he listened, he realized that it wasn’t just one voice. The song seemed to come from everywhere around them, floating against the small waves until it reached the ship and vibrated against the wood, all the way into his skin, into his heart.

As if in a daze, he looked out at the sea, trying to catch a glimpse of where the voices were coming from. But the night was too dark to see anything. He had to get down and look for the source or --

“Sirens!” A voice shouted from the main deck. The captain. “Sirens ahead! Everybody, in the sails! Now!”

The ethereal chorus of voices was suddenly drowned in the smashing noises of the crew, yelling and climbing on to the masts. And with that, he seemed to come back to reality. An attack of sirens. He’d never lived through one, but he’d heard enough stories. They always attacked in group, never alone. The wave of music always came first, drawing the sailors near the edges of their ship, and only then did they strike. It wasn’t known if it was some sort of magic, but the legends said that a siren had such stunning features that they would enchant you the second your eyes met theirs, compelling you to jump in the waters in the desire to join them in their underwater lairs, only to die drowning the second you opened your mouth to kiss them.

The only way to try and avoid death was to stay away from the railings. Climbing up the sails, making enough noise to cover their voices, and hope they’d go away without taking anybody. He was grateful he’d already been in the sails this particular night.

All of his crewmen were climbing, and he was looking for Beth, when he caught a glimmer coming from the water. Before being able to stop himself, he looked, and his eyes fell on the creature approaching the ship, her form barely visible in the lantern light coming from it. He couldn’t see her features, only the movements of a long tail behind her, languidly getting her closer and closer to her prey. A feeling of pure anguish invaded him, and he looked to the other side of the ship, only to see two other forms slithering in the water.

And Beth was still nowhere to be found.

That’s when he saw them. As the alluring chant gained more momentum, four figures came out of the sleeping quarters. One of them had a silk headscarf on her hair, one he knew too well, having bought it for her a few years back. And just as the other sailors, she was slowly walking towards the edge of the ship, apparently unaware of the danger ahead.

“Beth!” he yelled, and heard that his crew mates were shouting for her and the others sailors. “Beth! Look away!”

But she didn’t seem to hear him. Nor did the other men down on the deck. He started to move towards the mast again, but as he reached it, Jones grabbed his arm.

“There’s nothing we can do, Charles. I’m sorry.”

Charles yanked back his arm and looked the captain straight in the eyes.

“I’m not letting her die.”

And without waiting for an answer, he grabbed the nearest rope and jumped.

***

She had never heard anything so beautiful. The voices from the sea were like beacons calling her home. Maybe that home had always been here, hidden in the depths of the waters. Maybe that was the reason why she’d always wanted to sail. She could go there right now, and finally feel complete.

Beth took one last step, reached the railing of the ship, and looked down at the sea. A woman was here, waiting for her. And she was the most exquisite woman she’d ever seen. Her long dark hair floated around her in the water, and they looked to be a dark shade of blue in the starlight. Her naked skin almost seemed to twinkle, and her eyes… Beth could have spent the rest of eternity staring into those eyes, and never have enough of it.

The woman had stopped singing, although the voices still filled the air around them, and she was smiling at her. An open smile, inviting. Beth wanted to touch it, to feel the smoothness of that skin under her fingers and caress those lips with hers.

She started to climb onto the railing, her heart aching more and more for every second she wasn’t near that face, that smile.

But then the smile shattered, and a loud, monstrous shriek came out of those tantalizing lips. Beth registered the blood coming out of the creature’s shoulder as well as the large arm that had encircled her waist and was pulling her back. She struggled against the grip, her mind still set on jumping overboard and joining the sea, but a second arm joined the first, pulling her towards the inside of the ship and crashing down on the deck. And slowly, as the image of those dark blue eyes faded away, she heard other shrieks from the water, shouts from the deck, and a familiar voice against her ear.

“Calm down, you’re okay. You’re okay, you’re safe.”

Charles.

Her breathing still ragged from the struggle, she glanced behind her and saw him, holding her tightly in his arms, leaning against a canon. His eyes were closed, as if he’d kept his eyes shut for most of what had just happened. Looking at his face helped her get rid of the lingering images in her mind, and listening to the sound of his breathing made her forget the chant. Slowly, she relaxed and let herself rest against his chest. She lifted an arm and slipped a hand in his hair, saying in a breath:

“It’s okay, you can open your eyes, now.”

They stayed like that for an eternity, huddled together despite the chaos around them. The rest of the crew had apparently come back down to save other sailors that had been as foolish as her, and they were shouting and firing at the sea. She could feel Charles’ heartbeat coming back to its normal pace as she started to understand what had happened. Sirens. She could still feel the pull of the song in her guts, an unstoppable power driving her to sink into the waters, as if nothing else in the world made sense. And yet, she was alive, and not drowning blissfully in the arms of a sea monster.

“How did you manage it?”

She didn’t have to elaborate, he understood what she meant. How had he managed to save her? How had he resisted the sirens’ powers? She didn’t need to ask why he’d risk his life for her. She would have done the same for him, and they both knew it.

“When I came down, most of the crew followed me, so the noise we made helped with the singing. And then I closed my eyes, I shot at her, and I grabbed you. I don’t know if I killed her but -”

“I don’t think so. I saw blood on her shoulder when you fired. I think she was just injured.”

“Well anyway, that seemed to throw her off her game enough to pull you away.”

She remained silent, processing everything she’d just heard. One more second, and she would have been in the water, out of reach, and neither Charles nor anybody else would have been able to save her. She turned into his arms and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Thank you.”

He looked at her and smiled. “Of course.”

And the look in his eyes was so intense that she felt heat rise to her cheeks. Immediately, she laughed it off and added in a light tone:

“I can’t believe you got a chance to shoot a siren and managed to not kill her.”

“Oh I’m sorry, was my rescue not good enough for you?”

“I’m just saying, had I been the one rescuing you? I’d have killed her.”

“Think whatever you want, you ungrateful imbecile.”

She let herself answer him, and as they fell into a familiar rhythm of banter, she closed her eyes and thanked the heavens for having this boy in her life.

[kegareki]

dameamaryllis replied to your post “every time i work a bit on my ‘verse based on chinese BL system...”

Oh, I really like what I've seen of this so far! Would you tell us more about your protagonist and his relationships with these characters? (And am I reading the hints right, that the "light" has some sentience and/or is influencing human thought?)

:D i am always up for talking about my stuff

answers under the cut!

to answer your second question first: yes to both!

in the setting of the story, the vast majority of humans follow the church of the ever-living light. there are some pockets of surviving, older religions, but the church of the ever-living light is pretty much omnipresent.

it’s been in existence for... less than a thousand years, i’d say? with it rising to prominence during a large-scale war. its main tenets haven’t changed much in the years since.

the ‘ever-living light’ is something of a god and something of a transcendence: it’s not exactly a person, but it’s personified. saints of the ever-living light are mortals that have been ‘chosen’ and ‘blessed’ by the ever-living light to carry out its will as listed by the church; they’re generally exceptional and used to increase the church’s influence and advance the church/ever-living light’s agendas.

the ever-living light ‘grants’ holy/light magic to its believers. saints and popes are the most powerful, magically. this magic is exhaustible, however: what the ever-living light gives, it can also take away.

(several saints have died throughout the years because their magic depleted fully at a crucial moment. their deaths, although tragic, were used to reenergise the population and reaffirm their course.)

inspiration about this comes from ‘western fantasy’ settings in system novels--it’s unrealistic to me that an entire species would fall under the umbrella of one religion (i mean... look at Real Humans, lmao). one of the specific ones is the light god arc in “quickly wear the face of the devil”. there’s another specific one, but i. unfortunately do not remember it. r.i.p

the truth of the ever-living light is that, rather than being innately divine like you’d expect a god to be, it lifted itself up to the position of a god and is using faith as fuel to keep itself ‘godly’ in the eyes of mortals. the holy/light magic ‘gifted’ to its followers are portions of its own power, loaned out for as long as the person in question will follow its will, and as a result there’s a sort of ‘link’ between the ever-living light and the mortal that allows for greater influence in the person’s thoughts.

it passes itself off as a kind, compassionate being, but it’s more true that it’s greedy and vicious. it’s enacting a centuries-long campaign to rid the world of demons because it harbors resentment for the species; it doesn’t directly yank back its power from its followers when it realises that they’re straying and instead waits for the most opportune moment.

it wants humanity in good shape basically just to be a robust population to throw at the demons. and, like, honestly? being followed because people love you feels a lot better than being followed because people fear you. love and faith can be turned into swords against your enemies, but if you use fear instead, those swords will be turned on you as soon as they can manage it.

the upper echelons of the church are more or less partners-in-crime with the ever-living light. they’re not a PR tactic/expendable tool like saints are; they’re PR and the hands that wield the tool.

... and, in the ‘original story’, sheng qinghe is absolutely oblivious to all of this!

two of his followers/group members--his childhood friend, sen sizhen, and the scholarly male friend that he makes later on, mo yunxing--are not. i think mo yunxing’s family tends to be church members, and sen sizhen has a unique perspective of “being close with the person cultivated to be a saint while not being valuable herself except as leverage,” so they both end up sort of intuitively grasping that there is danger in sheng qinghe’s position and that it’s imperative that he serve the church of the ever-living light well.

when sheng qinghe questions what they’re doing, they divert his attention so that he stops thinking about it. when he’s staring in silence at the bodies of the demons he’s just felled, they take his arm and lead him away. when sheng qinghe wonders if the violence they’re doing is justified, they’re quick to remind him of all of the atrocities that demons have done.

i had intended sen sizhen to act as sort of a love interest for sheng qinghe, since Girl Childhood Friend is popular for that, but she’s ended up in a sort of older sister role to him, wanting to protect him from things that he doesn’t yet understand--that, under her watch, hopefully he will never understand. she cares about him a lot, but there’s a slowly widening gap between them because she feels like she has to shield him from ‘the cruel reality of the world’. neither she nor mo yunxing think that he is capable of facing that reality.

OH i don’t know if it could be inferred or not, but: sheng qinghe, in his role of a saint, is being used to spearhead “a final war” against demons. that’s why he ends up fighting against the demon king--it’s the “final step” in defeating the demons.

in the ‘original story’, he succeeds. with their backing gone, the rest of the demons soon follow their king to the grave. sheng qinghe is touted as the hero of humanity.

in the fic i’m writing, the main character transmigrates to stop this.

so, for the relationships question:

the main character transmigrates into zhu yixian, a fox spirit who is more or less one of the demon king’s most prominent lackeys. in the original setting, xi youtian had rescued zhu yixian from fur traders when he was a kit and raised him up in the absence of his parents, and in return zhu yixian devoted his life to serving him.

that’s more or less true here, too, but. mc zhu yixian is an entirely different person, so of course things change.

see, the thing about the mc is: they love sheng qinghe, and they think of him as their idiot son, so of course they want to get personally involved in his upbringing so that they can stop him from... (gestures to sheng qinghe forcing down his conscience, again and again, and culminating in literal genocide) that

so here, we have a demon who has more or less been adopted into the demon king’s family ............ more or less adopting in turn a saint of the ever-living light

zhu yixian is, of course, not being upfront with their identity--revealing that they’re a demon would NOT end well at this stage--but they’re kind to sheng qinghe, and they help him out in some situations, and scold him and tell him to think, and sheng qinghe really does end up viewing them as something like an older brother/uncle who’s looking out for him

unlike sen sizhen and mo yunxing, who try to protect sheng qinghe by shielding him from the things that they think/know will hurt him, zhu yixian instead wants to make sheng qinghe think. they don’t want to give sheng qinghe the option of just. closing his eyes and ears to the world. they want him to be better than he would be otherwise

... but, of course, you can’t make anyone do anything. you can only give them the tools with which to make their choice and hope that they make the choice that’s right for them

uhhh, other relationship stuff that i don’t know how to sort:

it’s not uncommon for demons to mix in with humans--they do share the same planet, after all, and even the same continent--so it’s not really strange for zhu yixian to traipse around in human territory. it is a little strange for zhu yixian to cultivate a relationship with a human

xi youtian doesn’t probe about it, though. he doesn’t interfere in his followers’/friends’ personal lives much.

he thinks it’s funny that zhu yixian talks about sheng qinghe like they’re his long-suffering parent, though

xi youtian has three other prominent lackeys; they’re pretty much close as family. one of them is the Mom Friend, who’s warm and likes taking care of people; there’s the Enabler Friend, who is always so down with whatever idea someone has; and there’s the Snark Friend, who has a bad mouth but a good temper. although xi youtian is their king, they’re privileged enough to speak to him as equals

zhu yixian is younger than all of them. although they’re a young adult by the time they meet sheng qinghe, they’re still viewed as the baby of the family

zhu yixian gets indulged A Lot. they can get away with all sorts of things and even be looked at affectionately while they’re being a brat or acting spoiled. on one hand, they’re like “guys! you need to discipline children more!” and on the other hand, they’re like “this is great, actually”

zhu yixian’s original life may not have been the greatest, so like. second childhood with people who love them and will also give them all the hugs they want? talk about relationship security

fox spirits can transform into human form when they reach adolescence. i have a scene written about zhu yixian’s first transformation; they come careening out of the room in one of xi youtian’s childhood robes and happily babbles at xi youtian about how they have hands! and can finally see over the table when sitting!!! and xi youtian laughs a little like “those are what you’re most excited about?” and zhu yixian replies very seriously “i have things to say, and most people don’t listen to tiny foxes who have to stand to see over the table.”

later, Snark Friend is like “huh. i was expecting you to be taller.” and zhu yixian is like “I’M STILL GROWING”

the atmosphere at home is really warm, haha. they all care about each other a lot, and you can feel it

(which is another reason on the ever-increasing list for why things CANNOT go as they did in canon. it’s not just that sheng qinghe’s canon behaviour was wildly out of character as they understood him to be--it’s that they want to preserve the lives of these people.)

zhu yixian thinks sheng qinghe’s friends Are Not That Smart. sheng qinghe doesn’t have to worry about school entrance exams or anything like that, but they’re still a little concerned that stupidity is contagious

sheng qinghe is easily influenced, after all, if canon is anything to go by

sheng qinghe doesn’t really understand what zhu yixian is talking about until his jock friend realises zhu yixian’s identity as not only a demon but one of the hands of the demon king and yells it in the middle of a restaurant and all of sheng qinghe’s friends follow suit in immediately becoming hostile and assuming that he’s been tricking them and zhu yixian, aggrieved, is like “WHAT are you talking about? when did i lie? when did i try to hurt sheng qinghe???” and sheng qinghe is like ... (thinks back over years of interactions) (zhu yixian literally gave their real name) (zhu yixian has helped sheng qinghe and co on more than one occasion, at no benefit to themselves) (My Friends. Might Be Stupid After All.jpg)

that is... all for now, i think

thank you so much for being interested in my stuff <3 <3 <3

[lisinfleur]

Innocent

Author’s Notes | Oh, I feel so happy when you guys give me the chance to rewrite the scenes that made me cringe in the canon! As a mother, I have to say nothing in the scenes of the battle of York made me cringe more than that young little baby crying in the middle of all that destruction... Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ubbe x Slave! Reader, Orphan Christian Child Info | Vikings Age AU, Fixing plot AU (Aslaug never died, Ragnar never came back, England was just another family raid), requested by @lol-haha-joke for 5CW4, part I for After All Words | 4153 ⁑ Warnings: ANGST, some romance

The sound of that cry was too much for his heart. Maybe, Ivar was right and he was too soft. Maybe anyone with a minimum of humanity would feel the heartbreaking despair of that poor baby girl, sitting in the middle of what would be her family's bodies, crying helplessly for a mother that would never hold her up into her arms once again.

Who could be cold enough to deny comfort to a poor baby lost like she was?

"What are you doing, brother?" Hvitserk questioned, seeing the way Ubbe lowered himself down to pick up the noisy little thing, holding her against his chest as the child was still sobbing heavily, her entire little body shaking with the strength of her sobs.

"She's alone, Hvitserk! Look at how scared the poor thing is!" Ubbe said, softly moving his body to cradle the child whose eyes were looking at Hvitserk now, covered in tears and fear.

"Leave it alone. Is dismissible, Ubbe. What use could have a baby slave?" Ivar complained, causing Ubbe to frown looking at him.

"Should I go out and leave her into the woods to the wolves, Ivar? Like mother refused to do to you?"

His heavy words were enough to silence the younger prince turning his face into an angry expression.

"She'll come with me. And enough of this attack. Enough!" he yelled the last word, calling all the Norsemen warriors' attention into that church "Cease the slaughtering! These people aren't warriors! They're innocent people and shall not be harmed anymore! Enough of this wildness! This is not our way!"

Some Christians took the opportunity to flee through the open doors behind them, evacuating the city as fast as they could and running for their lives while the men were obeying to Ubbe's orders. Some of them just scaring the men out, some just ignoring the running Christians and starting to search for treasures around the bodies with the end of the battle.

The child was still crying in Ubbe's arms when he turned himself back at his brothers. Sigurd coming closer to see what happened.

"This is not how our father wanted us to behave! Slaughtering people like cattle... We're not like this! There is no glory in a battle that's not against real foes! We may be fighting for our gods into this place, against theirs. But it doesn't please the gods the murder of defenseless people in cold blood as our men are doing!"

Ivar rolled his eyes but remained silent. He knew, in the end, Ubbe's words were right and it wasn't good in the eyes of the gods to slaughter the innocent. Not that it wasn't fun to be feared by the Christians or to scare them to death, but yet...

Ivar lifted his fingers, swirling them to confirm the order of his brother to stop the slaughtering and order his men to search for richness around, gathering the pieces made of gold and silver to be taken to the boats.

Sigurd came closer, looking at the little crying thing in Ubbe's arms his older brother was still trying to calm down.

"Will you keep her?" the bardic prince asked, "For what?"

"We took her family. She's all alone now, Sigurd. I'll care for her from now on," he said, keeping the girl against his chest and walking away from that place.

"Let him be, Sigurd," Hvitserk said, sighing. "He'll change his mind soon. Come. Let us organize the men and count the slaves".

While the youngers were organizing the newest conquers, Ubbe took some distance from that place, trying to find a calmer place to make the poor child stop screaming in his arms. It is not that he never had seen his mother calming Sigurd or Ivar down, or even the other women around the town cradling their babies. However, he wasn't any kind of common thing to that child and she had all the reasons to be terrified in his arms: people were still crying and screaming outside and it was surely scaring the little girl already losing her voice in his arms with so many screams.

With his feet, Ubbe opened the door of one of the houses, getting into it and closing the door behind him, making the sounds outside less audible. However, the sound of her cry seemed to become even higher in the small locked room and so he tried to softly rock her in his arms, trying to make the poor thing stop crying.

"It's fine... it's fine... No one will harm against you, little thing," he tried to talk to her.

His voice, the cry of the baby and his movements in order to calm her down called the attention of the only living thing into that house: hidden under the table of your kitchen, you were watching at that enormous Norseman broke into your house, but instead of attacking or searching for anything to be stolen, you saw he was trying to cradle a crying baby.

A crying Saxon baby for sure: by her clothes, the little girl was the child of some foe his men killed and instead of just killing the child, he was trying to calm her down, unsuccessfully.

You decided to try your luck, coming out of your hidden spot in slow steps, walking towards the living room where he was, attracting his wide and terribly blue eyes towards you.

The child was still crying in his arms, despite all his efforts. Trying not to move in any way to trigger that tense situation, you came closer, extending your arms towards the children, offering yourself to do what he was trying so hard.

Almost as proof that he didn't want to harm anyone else, he delivered the child in your hands, slowly passing her from his chest towards yours, standing there, looking at you as a way to say he wouldn't just give her away. Somehow, that man really cared about the little crying thing in your hands and you started cradling her softly, embracing her against your chest and mumbling a song you could remember from your mother's lips.

Slowly, the child started diminishing her cry and soon, she was sleeping in your arms, heavily. Some few sobs still moving her body during the sleep.

That man's expression became serene and he curved his lips in a small smile at you.

"Thank you," he said in your language, perfectly.

And you came closer, thinking it could be a chance to speak with those men.

However, before you could say anything, another kick on your door broke it open and a small group of Norsemen invaded, causing the girl in your arms to wake up scared and start crying again as you shrunk against the corner of your room.

Ubbe cursed: the little one was already sleeping! The sight of their commander caused the men to hold back and he shoved them away from the house while you were trying to calm the little one once again.

In your arms, she calmed down a little bit faster, sucking her thumb while gripping tightly your clothes. Ubbe came closer to you once again.

"Things are still wild outside. It is better if you come with me. It's not safe to be around and you seem to be able to calm her down... Come. I'll take both of you to somewhere safe." He said, extending his hand towards you.

What other choice did you have?

You were living all alone in that place before the attack. After your third miscarriage, your husband left and never came back. And then, those men invaded the town. What choice did you have but following him?

Still holding the baby against your body, you went with that man and he took you through the streets where his men were still finishing gathering everything they could find.

Near the church, Hvitserk and Sigurd were finishing counting the slaves when Ubbe came up, now with a girl holding the child he saved.

"I told you..." Hvitserk said to Sigurd, thinking his brothers just found a way to get rid of the little crying thing by delivering it to a slave girl.

However, when he came closer to conduct the girl towards the queue of slaves, Ubbe landed his hand on her shoulder.

"She's not to be mixed with the others, she stays with me," he stated, causing Hvitserk's face to twist in a confused expression.

"Are you feeling well, Ubbe?"

"I am. I'm claiming a slave to be mine. Is there something wrong about this, brother?"

Hvitserk sighed and you saw the blonde man rolling his eyes towards his older brother.

"Do as you please. Sigurd and I will send the slaves to the boats. We shall be leaving tomorrow, but Ivar said he wants to stay and stick a claim over these lands so we'll part the slaves and men with him in order to keep this place."

"You stay with him," Ubbe said, "Sigurd can come back home with me and you stay and help Ivar to do as he wishes."

You weren't really understanding their conversation but soon, the other man left towards the huge queue of men and women of that town. Some of them knew you and were looking at you as if you had some kind of disease or curse.

Of course...

Before leaving, your husband spread all over the city you were a cursed woman and that's why you were dry. It just made you feel more alone...

The Norseman with you ignored those glares, taking you inside the church that was entirely converted in some kind of a main tent for them.

He took you into the house of the priests where the rooms seemed to be prepared for the commanders now. And he got into one of them with you, ordering one of the men to find him a basket large enough for the baby.

Into the room, you sat at the bed, not really knowing what to do. The child in your arms was already sleeping once again and somehow, he seemed to be really worried about her safety, for the basket he asked came fast and he took one of his own fur from the bed to make it into a comfortable bed where the baby could rest.

"Put her here," he said, and you obeyed, placing the child at the fur into the basket, noticing when the little one embraced a piece of the fur and sighed, deeply sleeping.

He sighed, sitting at the chair of the dressing table near the bed where you took a seat once again.

With one of his hands, Ubbe rubbed his own face while you were almost shrunken around yourself. Yet, he noticed the stain in your dress, twisting his face.

"Are you breastfeeding? Where is your child?" he asked, appearing to be worried you had left your own baby behind in that house.

"I lost it," you said, looking at him "I had a miscarriage not long ago. But I still have milk," you said, kinda ashamed your dress was stained that way.

He found you some clean clothes so you could dry the stain in your dress and took his seat once again, looking at you.

"Would you mind feeding her for me? I would have to find a wet nurse for her... You could do the job and I'll keep you as my slave. My brothers won't touch you this way and I'll be able to keep you safe."

It sounded like a good deal. You knew you couldn't flee from being a slave after that day, so if you had to belong to someone, you wouldn't choose a different master from a man who seemed to be so worried about such an innocent life.

"I could do this," you mumbled.

"That's good. What is your name?" he asked, seeming to be a little bit more relieved in knowing the child would have from where to feed.

"I'm Y/N," you answered, still mumbling.

He could be showing a good heart but yet, he was a Norseman. A demon to your people. A raider in your town.

Ubbe noticed your fear, keeping a safe distance not wanting to scare you more than that whole day should be doing.

"I'm Ubbe. Where is your family, Y/N? Is there someone else you care about? Tell me where they are and I'll keep them safe as well," he said, almost trying to earn your trust.

"I'm alone, my lord," you answered and he saw, sadly, you were speaking the truth. "I used to have a husband, but he left me after I lost his third child, saying I was cursed by God to be dry as a weak tree in the autumn and so, I have been living alone since then."

"Poor woman", Ubbe thought. What kind of husband does what this man did?

He sighed, looking at you.

"Well, you're not alone anymore. I shall keep you near me, so as that little one. She needs a name," he sighed, "I have no idea of what is her true name..."

"Name her Freya," a third voice echoed and a crippled man came dragging himself into the room, sitting at the floor in the space between Ubbe and the basket where the baby was resting peacefully. "At least, you shall be bonding her with our gods since you decide for some strange reason to adopt a Christian child."

He didn't seem to be satisfied with Ubbe's actions towards that child. And his fierce blue eyes scanned you from your head to your feet.

"A wife and a kid... Are you so in need of a family that you're gathering one like this, Ubbe?"  he kept speaking in that strange language from which you were understanding only a few words.

"The kid needs a wet nurse, Ivar. And this woman has milk in her breasts for the child. I'll keep them both, whether you like it or not. I'm the older and I'll claim whatever I want from our conquers, and I want them both."

The crippled one rose both of his hands towards the aggressive tone Ubbe's voice took at that moment.

"Fine... You're the older, as you said. I came for Hvitserk told me you agreed in sharing the men, but you want him to stay with me, is that true?"

"Yes. You shall need someone else to trust in case you need to divide your men. And Hvitserk also wants to raid so he can stay with you to stick the claim over these lands and spread your raid if you want to leave this place in trustable hands before taking our men forward." Ubbe answered "Sigurd and I will come back home with the treasures we took until now and news to our mother. She shall be proud of you, brother."

"I cannot say the same about you, Ubbe," the younger one said, causing Ubbe to twist his face in a dangerous expression.

You didn't know what was really happening in between them both, but somehow, Ubbe's expression was enough to the other man who started dragging himself away from the room.

"Do as you please, brother. I'll tell the men to split and those who want to go with you shall go tomorrow morning.”

His fierce blue eyes scanned you once again before the man dragged himself out of the room, closing the door one more time.

"Is he your brother?" you asked, looking at Ubbe.

"All the men you saw commanding this army are. I'm the older of my mother's sons, the second of my father's," he explained, getting rid of the heavy leather armor and straightening the softer clothes over his body. "I'll bring you some food and clean clothes. You shall eat, change and get some sleep. The girl must need some care at night and I want both of you to be well rested for the trip we'll start tomorrow."

A trip to his homelands, he later explained to you, taking some time to talk about Kattegat - the lands from where he and his brothers came from. He was one of the five sons of Ragnar Lothbrok - a name well known for every Saxon of your age. - a prince among his men.

Someone different from the great majority of them, Ubbe wasn't there searching for treasures or glory. He was searching for lands to his people since he told you his lands were spoiled by the rough weather, the ruthless cold and some volcanos here and there, spreading ashes over some of his people's fields, causing the harvests to be lost.

Your god, or his gods, whoever was looking for his lands, wasn't being kind and his people were starving in some parts of his lands. So, they needed to raid for places where the production of food could fuel the demand and warrant his people would survive one more winter.

Some of them could be demons, but among them, there were more like Ubbe than you could count. They were common people and you took no time to feel safe alongside his younger brother Sigurd as well.

The trip was tranquil, despite some storms on the way, but you thought it was lovely the way Ubbe spent all the time under the rain covering you and the child with his cloak, being sure the baby would be safe from the cold and the water.

That trip approached you from him and you allowed yourself to see how sweet his smiles were, how tender it was the way he kept looking at you while you were breastfeeding Freya - a name he ended up accepting from his brother's suggestion.

When the boats arrived in his lands, Ubbe and you were very close. His glares for you were sweet and full of tenderness, and you couldn't avoid blushing when one of his smiles was so freely opened for you.

However, like his crippled brother advised, the woman he saluted as his mother didn't seem happy by seeing a woman with a child beside her son at the docks.

She hugged him, but as soon as her eyes landed on you and little Freya, you felt the weight of the queen's eyes over your shoulders.

"Who is this, Ubbe?" queen Aslaug asked towards him, speaking in that language you couldn't understand completely, but Ubbe was starting to teach you how to properly speak.

"She's Y/N. And she's holding my little Freya," he answered, firm with the pronoun he used towards the baby.

"Yours?" his mother looked at him, not seeming to believe the child was really his. "Ubbe..." she asked, leaving a space opened for him to explain himself.

"I found the girl at the raids in York and she was all alone. I couldn't leave her behind, so I adopted the child and I took Y/N with me to help me care for her," he spoke, annoyed, grabbing your hand and starting to walk towards the lands, with his mother walking behind the two of you.

"Is she the mother of this child?" the woman kept talking as you were keeping Freya against your chest. "Why did you bring a Christian child to our lands? Ubbe... Ubbe!" she squealed, fastening her steps to stand in front of him, like a smaller tree blocking his way.

She could be smaller than him, but yet, Ubbe stopped walking, respecting the figure of the woman who brought him into this world.

"Ubbe... Explain yourself! Why are you holding this woman's hand? Is she your thrall or what?"

Thrall.

The word they used for the slave...

They surely were talking about the two of you.

"Or what," Ubbe affirmed, looking at his mother who frowned at his answer.

"A Christian woman? You're telling me you're picking a Christian slave and a child from unknown lands? Ubbe what is..." she tried to argue, but he stood for his position.

"The child is not a Christian, mother. She's a child. A baby. Her name is Freya and she shall be raised to be one of us, under the ways of our gods who, through me, decided to save her from the certain death to what her parent's god had abandoned her. And Y/N..."

You saw his words stopping at your name and he looked at you.

Your hand was still holding his and he held you back, tighter.

"Like Freya, she was saved by our gods from the abandon of her god. She has been learning from me and she's very dedicated. I like her. So yes, mother, I'm bringing a Saxon woman under my roof and a homeless child under my protection. But soon, Freya will grow into a woman of our people and under my tutelage, Y/N shall learn how to behave like a proper woman from our people."

"Ubbe, she's a slave! A thrall!" his mother insisted.

But Ubbe kept himself firm.

"She's mine. A part of my claim. I shall decide what to do with her and I decided to set her free. Does my queen have something against it?" he asked, calling his mother's title and forcing her to act by the laws...

Aslaug's expression closed in a bothered expression.

"Tell me about my sons," she changed the subject causing Ubbe's shoulders to relax giving you the assurance she wasn't happy about her older son's decisions, but she wouldn't be able to go against his will.

"Ivar is still in England and so is Hvitserk. They stayed under Ivar's lead to stick our claim over the territories we conquered and expand them. Sigurd came back with me to help me bring back our new treasures and he shall go back to England as soon as we have gathered enough people who want to establish a settlement in the new lands we conquered. I'll stay for a while. My child needs some time to be taught in our gods' manners. The same for my future wife."

You heard the word "wife" and so lady Aslaug growled, annoyed.

"Whatever you want, Ubbe. Just do not expect me to be pleased! There are plenty of women in our kingdom for you! Blessed mares from Freya, women blessed by Frigg! Yet, you chose this strange, this foreigner..."

"Who soon won't be a foreigner anymore," he insisted.

"Whatever!" she growled again, remembering you of the moody temper of that younger brother of his, Ivar if you weren't mistaken.

She left, walking back at the docs probably to speak with Sigurd who was coming down from the boats. And Ubbe turned himself towards you, softly touching Freya's nose, causing the little girl to let go a sweet laugh at his innocent game.

"She was mad," you mumbled, looking at him.

"I told her I adopted Freya," Ubbe said, sighing "And I also told her I want to make you one of us... As my wife."

You gasped.

Now you could understand why his mother seemed to be about to explode a vein in her forehead with his words!

"Your... Wife? But Ubbe I'm..." you tried to tell him you were already married but he silenced your words touching your lips with his index and middle finger.

The other hand holding yours, caressing your hands with his thumb.

"You were married under a god I don't recognize. A god that abandoned you and tied your fate to a husband that also abandoned you. Your marriage bonds mean nothing to me or to my gods you shall meet. I'll bring you to a whole new world, dear Y/N. And you shall not be abandoned or alone anymore."

His words were sweet, his eyes were full of that tenderness you were seeing always overflowing from his beautiful blues.

For him, you weren't a cursed woman, condemned to die dry as an autumn leaf.

Ubbe touched your chin and you softly leaned into his touch, noticing his face coming closer and closer to you.

He was offering you a whole new life. The child your god denied you. A loving husband. A family...

His lips covered yours and you kissed him back, softly accepting his caresses. And he touched his forehead to yours, gently nuzzling your nose with his.

"I'll teach you everything you need to know. And then, I'll make you my wife. I'll give you a new world and a new life. And you shall give me the children the gods didn't allow you to bear to any other. You weren't able to give him children not because you were cursed. But because you're fated to me. I can feel it. And you shall see."

Something in your heart really felt right with these words.

You were feeling right in that place.

Maybe Ubbe was right and it was your fate.

Right or not, you were disposed to try.

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O’Death//Calliope Kane Book 2

A/N: Hey yo demons, its YA BOI! For real though slowly getting the muse for this back. Thank you to everyone whose commented and all that jazz. 

Description: The Grounders have been defeated. The people on the Ark have landed safely….so where is the rest of The 100? Calliope and her friends must work in a race against time to save everyone..no matter the cost. 

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"No where to run from this havoc. No where to hide from all of this madness, madness, madness"

"Everyone keep your eyes peeled." Bellamy said "This is Grounder territory." They had been walking for a bit and ended up coming out of the woods and had encountered a large clearing.

"Everywhere is their territory." Murphy whispered back to him. "Look, I can't go anymore. Besides we don't even know if the Grounder Finn killed was telling the truth." He said nodding towards Finn.

"Keep moving." Finn said ignoring Murphy as he kept going. Callie stopped next to Murphy and rested her hands on her knees.

"Give them a minute." Bellamy finally said finally looking at her. "We can't, you heard what the Grounder said!" Finn practically yelled spinning around.

"We heard what he said with a gun pointed at his head." Callie said standing up again and glaring at him. She wasn't happy with what had gone down at the bunker and she was over his attitude. "More than likely he was lying because he thought he was going to die. And he did."

"Do you think I wanted to do that? He would have told his people we were coming, then ours would of been dead." Finn said getting in her face. "You may of been able to live with that but I can't."

"He was tied up Finn! One of us could of stayed behind and kept watch, we could of knocked him out anything else than kill an unarmed man." Callie yelled back. It took everything in her power not to hit him across the face.

"Hey, you did what you had to do." Bellamy said stepping between them. "But you're not yourself. And I can't have you being a loose canon."

Callie noticed James venturing further ahead as the argument was going on, and followed him as they crossed the hill in the clearing. Coming over the ridge her mouth opened in shock as the scene before them came into view. "Oh my god.." She whispered as everyone caught up.

Bodies were everywhere. Some were still whole while others were either missing limbs or just the limbs laying by themselves. Flies were everywhere as the bodies were all in different stages of decomposition.

"Guys, fall in." Bellamy said quietly as everyone gathered around with their weapons raised. Callie had to pry her eyes away from the carnage as she started walking with them.

"Where did they all come from?" Fin asked as they made their way slowly passed the bodies. They all kept their eyes straight ahead, afraid of identifying anyone they might know.

"The Ark." Bellamy said looking around. “This must of been one of the stations that didn't survive the landing.”

"Must of been a rough landing." Murphy said trying to joke about but he was met with nothing but glares. Finn checked a few bodies before standing up and putting his gun back in his hand.

"There's nothing that we can do for them. We need to keep moving." Bellamy went to walk ahead with him when he stopped and looked around.

"Did you hear that?" Bellamy asked holding his hand up. He looked like he was trying to listen to someone call out. The group moved out a bit to try and find the voice as a few more of them started hearing the same thing.

"Hey, someone down here!" Sterling yelled as he was looking over the edge. Callie ran over and looked down next to him noticing a girl just barely hanging on to the rock side of a ledge.

"Mel?" Sterling asked as Callie and the rest of the group looked at him.

"Wait you know her?" Murphy asked with a shocked look. Sterling glared at him as he stood up. "Shut up Murphy, she's my friend. We have to do something."

"Sterling help. I can't hold on much longer." Mel called up from below. Callie could tell that the girl was getting tired.

"We will come back for her." Bellamy said as he looked around. Callie knew that he wanted to get out of the open but they couldn't just leave her. Apparently Sterling had the same idea because before anyone could stop him, he was trying a rope to a boulder and repelling down.

"Looks like we were stopping for that break." Murphy sighed as Bellamy and James ran over to the edge to try and help.

"I'm almost there. Once I have her, pull us up!" Sterling yelled. "Well I'd say he's heard one too many of your motivational speeches." Murphy said facing Bellamy as they figured out what to do.

Callie looked around and heard a crack. Seeing the rope split she screamed. "Bellamy!" She yelled as she tried to dive for it but was too late. Sterling was gone.

"Mel listen to me. I need you to hang on. I'm coming down to you." Bellamy yelled.

"We are out of rope." Finn said clearly getting irritated as he tried to start heading forward.

"So we make a new one." James said as he headed towards the wreckage. Callie followed as she tried to look for something. Bellamy started stripping off his jacket and gun and getting ready.

"James, we can use these seatbelts." She said holding them up and looking a tht blonde. James ran over and started helping Callie tie them until it was long enough. Running back over to Bellamy, Callie handed him the end as he tied it around his waist. James tied the other end around his own waist as Murphy and Monroe grabbed a portion of it to help lower him.

"Do not die on me." Callie said quietly looking at him. Bellamy shot her that shit eating grin that he was so famous for and she shook her head.

"Can't get rid of me that easily." He said copying the phrase that had become more of a mantra for them. Shooting her one more smile, Bellamy headed over the cliff. Callie ran over and stood behind Monroe and grabbed the rope. Finn had come over and put himself in front of Murphy.

Hearing a familiar crack, Callie's eyes went wide. "Murphy! Grab the belts!" She yelled as the boy dove forward. He grunted in pain as he pulled both ends together.

"A little help here!" He yelled as everyone ran to him.

"What the hell is going on up there!?" Callie could hear Bellamy yelling at them. Before anyone could answer arrows started flying through the trees.

"Grounders, take cover!"

Callie tried to duck as best she could but it was difficult.

"We need to get him to cut her loose!" Murphy yelled as he tried to hold on. Callie shook her head.

"We can't do that to her Murphy!" She yelled as Monroe was hit by an arrow.

"Bellamy you gotta cut her lose or we are going to lose you both" Murphy shouted over the end of the ledge.

While the boys were arguing, Callie ran over to Monroe and helped her behind a rock so she could hide. Before she could go help Murphy though a fog horn sounded just as the pair came up over the edge. Callie ran back over and started checking on Mel as the girl sobbed into her chest.

"We need to take cover." Finn said as Bellamy stood up. Hearing a familiar voice, everyone turned as Octavia came into view.

"No we don't. She blew the horn." Bellamy said smiling as his sister crashed into him. Callie could help but smile back as she went back to Monroe.

"Thank god i came when I did." Octavia said. "I was heading back to camp when i heard the shots" she walked over to Callie giving the girl a squeeze as she watched her work.

"What happened to your boyfriend?" Murphy asked. Octavia's eyes darkened and shook her head.

"He's gone."

" O, I'm sorry." Bellamy said quietly walking over to her and putting an arm around her.

"The Grounders will be back so we need to go." Octavia said as she shrugged it off.

"Look. This arrow is probably poisoned so we need to get Monroe back to camp." Callie said standing up. "And Mel is going to need some medical help."

"I know. I'll meet you as soon as I can." Finn said staring at the group as Murphy walked over to him and grabbed his bag.

"I guess parting is such sweet sorrow." He said jokingly a grin sliding across his face.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Murphy asked as he walked over and stood by Callie and Octavia.

"If I go back, you know that they will just lock me up again. At least this way you know that someone can attempt to keep Finn out of trouble." Murphy said shrugging.

Callie sighed and looked at the group. Bellamy shook his head and grabbed her hand. "No, absolutely not. It's too dangerous." He said looking at her.

"I know. Hence why I need to go. They need someone to be able to patch them up if they get into trouble." The redhead said moving closer. She put her hand on his arm and gave him a soft smile. "I promise I'll be alright."

Bellamy closed his eyes and sighed before opening them back up. Looking at the two boys, a look fell over his face that Callie started to know well. "If ANYTHING happens to her." He said trailing off.

"Don't worry. She will come back in one piece." Murphy replied nodding. His face for once was serious and Callie hoped that he had meant what he said back at camp.

Callie squeezed Bellamy's hand as she bent down to grab her gun and pack. Standing up, he spun her around so she faced him. Pressing his lips to her, Bellamy pulled the redhead closer as she leaned into him. Smiling as she pulled back, he pressed his lips to her forehead. "Come back to me." Was all he said

Callie nodded and ran over to Finn and Murphy as they headed out.

Watching the group till they were too far away to see, Bellamy turned to everyone else. "Octavia. Help me with Monroe." He said. Turning to James he saw the look on his face and ignored him. "Walk with Mel." Was all he said before they headed out.

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The Gift

WARNINGS: almost suicide mention (it’s faked and she doesn’t actually die or get injured from it), slight non-con, dub-con mention (past sexual assault is briefly talked about), depression, obsessive behaviour, angst, (not a tragic ending but not a very happy one I don’t think…)

Summary and Disclaimer: Okay, I haven’t had the chance to actually read any of the comics and my knowledge about these characters come from the wiki and of course these tumblrs :P I wanted to write a semi-continuation of the Yandere!Deadlock/Drift head canons which are so beautifully done and so inspiring.

Basically what you need to know is that this is an AU type of situation (based on my limited knowledge of the timelines) where Deadlock only recently became Drift again (within a human lifetime, I think is what I’m aiming for), but as a Decepticon, he had taken a bunch of humans prisoner aboard of ship with other Decepticons. He grows really attached and yandere-like to one human in particular and then after her apparent suicide, he defects. Fast forward a couple of years and he is on the LL with everyone else and is more or less accepted as Drift. But on board there are a group of humans who are sort of helping out/doing their own mission. They call on someone with a vast knowledge of alien flora and it turns out to be the supposedly dead obsession of Deadlock. And heavy angst ensues as Drift is forced to confront some of his most shocking and disgusting crimes as Deadlock. 

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It wouldn’t make things right. Nothing could make this right, but he still wanted to try. No, he needed to try. Some masochistic part of him craved something of a reaction from her. Maybe, for closure, he reasoned. Or maybe, he was craving her attention again. He never seemed to get enough of that.

The former ‘con managed to find her alone. It wasn’t hard after he memorized her basic schedule and the common routes she took to get to places. 

He stepped in front of her. Predictably, she froze and then stared at him with those cautious eyes. 

“I have something for you.” He put down a box on the floor between them. 

She looked at it briefly and then back up to him.

Drift nudged the box closer to her. She began to walk backwards, eyes dodging around and looking for an exit. Quietly, he took a step away. “If you wish to leave, you m-”

She didn’t even wait for him to finish his sentence before she took off running down the hall. A stab of agony went through him. 

A part of him was furious with her, the old, possessive part that risked his reputation and status as a Decepticon. And a large part of him felt as though he was punched straight through his chassis. He deserved this- hell, he deserved more than this. He remembered every bruise, every word, every invasive touch- he remembered. 

Why would she accept a gift from him when the gifts he used to give her were laced with such heavy expectation? He used to buy her things that he thought she would like for so many reasons. The liar part of him reasoned that it was a sadistic form of torture- to make her feel like she was his object. To control her outward appearance was his way of claiming further ownership over her. 

But the real reason he bought them was far more fucked up. Deadlock wanted to have something of hers that she could only give willingly. He wanted her to voluntarily come to him, to join him while he slept, to smile at him with genuine kindness and to ask him about his day- how he was doing, all of these sickening things. He wanted to share his glories with her, to have her eyes shine with approval and admiration. Rather than seeing her wince when he talked about the success of his missions.

It was so easy to disturb her, and to see her tear up. That got old fast. And maybe that was why he had craved something else from her. 

For the most part, he had pretended not to notice her general disapproval and her glaring unhappiness. But he couldn’t ignore the fear and disappointment in her eyes when he returned to their- no, to his habsuite. “Did you miss me, pet?”

One time, she rolled her eyes and he got so mad. That was the time he starved her for three days. 

No food, just water. 

Back in the present, Drift stared at the elegantly wrapped box. It was supposed to be a peace offering. He plucked it up and on his way back to his room, he crushed the box with his servos. There could be no peace between them. He had done too much to her and as much as he wanted to have her securely in his grasp again, to hold her close to him- it was wrong. She would never want him. Ever.

The only moment he though she did was when- well, it was before she left. She figured out what he had wanted (what he still wanted). Really, it was only a matter of time. Drift tried to remember exactly what it was that set it off. 

Maybe, it was when he walked in and heard her sobbing. Not quietly either. She had been sobbing so loudly. It was a heartbreaking sound, and one that filled him with immediate concern and anger. Did someone hurt her? Was she in pain? 

He rushed across his habsuite and threw aside the coverings on her cage. “I’m here, I’m here,” He murmured to her. “What is it? What happened?” He had never heard the human sob like that before. It was so distressing.

A quick scan revealed that she had sustained no further damage from when he saw her last. Her ribs were bruised, yes, but those would heal given time. She was okay. 

Well, she was upset but she wasn’t hurt. Deadlock wasn’t sure what to do. On the one hand, he could have shouted at her and told her to stop, but on the other hand he was overcome with the insistent urge to draw her in close, to hold her and to have her in his arms. How come she had never done this before? What did it all mean? He held her close to him and made shushing noises.

She quieted and her breathing evened out.

After that, she began to do exactly what he wanted her to do. It was like she read his mind, saw into his guiltiest fantasies and accepted them, and accepted him. He hated to admit it, but seeing her slow smile got him through some of his tougher days. He could always look forward to coming into his habsuite and seeing her, talking to her, and holding her.

He got low at some points and made some pretty serious declarations, stroking her small body and promising that he would never allow anyone to hurt her. She needed him and she knew it. 

It was even more pathetic later on when he realized it was all an act. She played him so well and got him to deliver her means of salvation without even realizing it. A few plants, to liven up the place. Glass vials and a chemist’s station to occupy her time since she ‘always wanted to be a biologist.’ Oh, which planet was the ship docking on? One with an oxygen rich atmosphere and a few high tech colonies? She couldn’t see it, that’s okay. If he could just talk to her about it, that would be great. He was such an idiot. 

A fool in love. 

Finally someone accepted him, for all of his flaws and all of his confusion. They could see past that and they accepted him. It filled a hole that he never realized was there. It got him by and it made his life, all in all, better. 

It was a fragging lie. All of it.

Deadlock had been enraged when he discovered the means of apparent death. 

Suicide.

Drift remembered how he could have stared at her body for much longer than he did. He just held it instead and swiftly deposited on the planet that she had been so keen on seeing. Well, now she got to see it and be on it. He brought all of her stuff as well, as a little shrine to keep her company. He didn’t want to abandon her body but practical considerations had to be kept in mind. 

There was no time for a burial and a fire would draw too much attention. He left her on a rock formation, in front of a large body of water. A beautiful tomb for someone as beautiful as she was. 

And even that was a lie.

Drift nearly had a spark attack when he saw her. Actually, he thought that he was seeing a ghost.

“Getting her to work with us isn’t going to be easy, especially considering that Megatron is on board, but we need all the help we can get.” The human liaisons were recruiting people with interplanetary expertise, and she was one of them.

“Megatron destroy her home?” Someone guessed rather bluntly in the din of the meeting room. 

“She was held prisoner and tortured for seven months aboard one of his vessels.”

“How did she escape?” Another ‘bot asked.

Drift was frozen, staring at her image. 

The human’s expression changed from grim to one of astonishment. “It’s incredible, actually. She managed to get a hold of some alien flora and made this poison that slowed her heart down to near death. I guess the ‘cons were sentimental because they dropped a bunch of human stuff around her body when they got rid of her, and she used that to trade for some equipment and to call for help. The rest is history.”

She was alive. A part of him died when she died, and now she was alive.

And- oh Primus. He thought that the guilt was bad when she was dead, but now that she was back- oh no.

It was so much worse. 

..

Then, she was on board along with her Merry Men, as she liked to call the team of humans. Drift didn’t tell anyone. He couldn’t. Physically, it seemed he was unable to speak about her. He watched from the shadows, not daring to make his presence known.

One day, she caught him. 

Drift expected a lot of things as she opened up the supply closet to retrieve some more equipment. He expected her to scream, to start yelling, crying, or maybe to even run and call for help. Instead, she stared up at him with a calm expression. Her mouth was almost twisted into a smirk as she got what she needed and walked away.

Deadlock hated to be ignored. Drift had no choice. 

She knew that he was on board then, and worse, she recognized him. Why would she come on board if she knew he was there? Did she have no sense of self-preservation-? She faked her own death and risked actual death to get away from him. 

No. She had no sense of self-preservation left. That was gone a long time ago. 

The more she ignored his presence, the more obvious it got. That made things worse. Her role was of the utmost importance and Drift was an asset to have on field missions where stray Decepticons were involved. 

It was one thing when she refused to speak to him on the Lost Light, but it was another thing to have her ignore him during dangerous jaunts out onto alien planets. She refused to get into his alt mode to get back to the ship, making the humans have to change their partners mid mission. 

Everyone was irritated.

“This needs to stop, you can’t keep this up. It’s bad for morale.” One of the humans- her superior- scolded her. None of them knew. She kept it that way. 

The other human tried for a more diplomatic approach, “This planet is dangerous, these weapons are dangerous,” They gestured to the precarious load on the mech that had held all of the humans originally. “You can’t keep ignoring him.” They told her in a quieter tone, gesturing to the ex-con subtly.

She blinked as her expression morphed into one of surprise. “Oh man, you can see him too?”

Her superior snapped, “I am serious! You need to stop this behaviour at once, and step into his alt form, that is a command.”

“I would literally rather die.” She said losing her smirk.

That hurt Drift on so many levels and in so many ways. He understands hesitation and fear. He understands anger and vengeance. This is vengeance. 

“I get that you don’t like Decepticons. I don’t like them either. They destroyed my university, but you can’t go treating every former ‘con like the one who-”

One of the humans grabbed the officer. “Stop it.”

“What do you think you are doing?”

“We’ll find another way. Just. Stop. Talking.”

It wasn’t until they were back on the ship that the proverbial cat was let out of the bag. Drift wasn’t sure who figured it out or how.

Word of what she had said got around and people quickly put two and two together. She had preferred to die over being his pet. It was no question as to why. Even if the crew hadn’t seen her scars along her body- raking down her back and up between her thighs- they would have sympathized. He was recruited personally by Megatron for a reason. Deadlock was and always will be terrifying.

The marks on her body were made visible when she wore shorts or skirts. She had no qualms about showing them either, but any Cybertronian who saw them noted the possessive nature and significance of them. One liked to stroke cute things. One liked to mark things that they owned. 

They knew that she was claimed by someone awful- someone who was cruel and unusual. Someone who tortured her and as far as they could guess- it was in some very intimate ways. Bite marks on her shoulder were impossible to hide at the best of times and their size and shape gave a clue to their origin.  Whatever ‘con did this made a very public claim on her body. 

When they found out it was Deadlock who did this, there was a great outcry on the ship and the human in their eyes became something of a celebrity. She had been forced to stare at and work together with her abuser for months now. It was ludicrous for her to be expected to entrust her safety to the one who left scars all over her body, save for her face which had been left unmarred. It was easy to see why; she was a pretty little thing. 

Risking certain death to get away from the ‘con was sensible, even.

One of the Autobots said to him in a particularly nasty tone, “Good job, Decepticon. Do you even remember her?”

“Everyday.” He managed to admit when he managed the process of intaking air. 

Rung had been made aware of the troubling situation and was called in to try to soothe the boiling tensions. “It would be advisable to prevent further contact between the two.”

…

Her other form of vengeance started to show itself as the situation got more and more dangerous. She became as reckless as possible. It wasn’t hard given the perilous nature of her job; going down to alien planets, hunting mythical flora and other things to help the LL along with their given quest. 

To some, it seemed that she was showing that she wasn’t a coward despite the ‘easy way out’ she took. They were concerned that she would think that they would judge her for such an action. 

But the truth was only known to Drift. He had claimed her. He had gotten close to her and he got possessive. Only he could inflict any pain on her. And when she became his sole comfort- playing into his developing desires and dependence on her- he became even more possessive. Nothing and no one would hurt her.

He told her that time and time again. Deadlock whispered to her how he would destroy anyone who came near her, about how he would protect her because he always protects what is his. Then, he told her how much he loved her. She had begun to cry in his grip but she was smiling.

He thought that she loved him too. 

He thought that maybe Primus was smiling down on him and giving him a fragging break for once. He said that he would never let her go and that he would always keep her safe. 

That was not the intended plan.

Now, she actively threw herself into danger every chance she got, or so it seemed. Drift hated it. It claws at him. She had to know that this recklessness just made him want to scoop her up in his servos and hold her close to him and never, ever let her go. But, he can’t do that now, and she knew it.  After nearly killing herself by going into an insecure airlock, with only a thin piece of rope around her to save some random piece of equipment from being blasted into space, Drift’s expression mirrored everyone else’s. Shock and outrage. Why was she doing this? 

The smug look she gave Drift told him why. 

You can’t touch me.

________________________

Wow. WOW. I really enjoyed reading this one, it kept me on edge the entire time! I love how you made Drift still want her but he’s aware that she will never want him and he accepts that. It’s both heartbreaking and genius. And the way you wrote the reader, how she is full of spite and in need of revenge, it feels very believable and I enjoyed it that the victim finally got their revenge, even if by dangerous means. You did such a great job on this one and I hope you write even more. I look forward to reading whatever you send to me!

[themurphyzone]

Ficlet: Zone Wars: The Anti-Ship War

An explanation for this ficlet: @revenblue‘s Perryshmirtz Discord server was hit by trolls recently. They did not respect the rules and caused much annoyance for the mods and other users. Before they were banned, they accused us of supporting pedophilia and bestiality with the Perryshmirtz ship and hurled abusive remarks at a few people. 

That’s the abridged version pretty much. Moral of the story: Don’t do what they did. 

As a result, this ficlet is pretty much venting.

Sara yawned, rubbing her eye with one hand as she grabbed her phone from its resting place next to her pillow. She must’ve fallen asleep while waiting for a comment for the chapter she posted last night.

“I guess one comment is better than nothing,” Sara mused as she opened the message. She regretted it immediately. 

zoniellesux: omg how do u 7ive yurself posting this trash!!!! y r u tainting my hubby zone w/ her 7ike grow up jeez. danie77e tried to ki77 zone so u r clear7y supporting unhea7thy re7ationships. 

“Ugh,” Sara groaned. “Antis. Blocking.” 

She deleted the comment and refreshed the site to make sure it was gone. Then she slipped her books into her backpack and thought nothing more of it. 

The backroom in the comic shop was always reserved for Zonians on Wednesday afternoons. “Ready for your introduction?” Sara eagerly asked Neal. This was his first Zonian meeting, and she’d spent the last week preparing him for this moment.

“Sure am,” Neal gave her a cute, nervous smile. She could practically feel Dr. Zone!Sara slapping her brain tissue and shouting at her to not fizzle out. “Be nice, and if you can’t use canon evidence to support your headcanon, tread very carefully.” 

Sara grinned. “Yup! Remember those two things, and you’ll be just fine. Oh hey, there’s Wally! I think you’ll like him.” 

Wally hadn’t noticed them, since he was too busy typing on a laptop. “I don’t care if you’re a Level 100 Trashcandroid Queenslayer, you have no right to spam this channel,” he muttered. 

“Hey, Wally! I just wanted to introduce you to Neal, he’s kind of a newbie,” Sara said, her grin quickly shifting into a frown when he ignored her. “Okay, you’re clearly busy with something, so we’ll talk later I guess.” 

“Hey, it’s fine,” Neal reassured her. “The Space Adventure fandom gets like this too.” 

“A Speckie, huh?” someone said behind her. Sara jumped, whipping around to glare at Kris, who adjusted her spectacles with a smirk. “Way better than a Finkie. Those guys have no respect for logic and superior technology.” 

“Kris, this is my boyfriend, Neal,” Sara said. “He’s new to Dr. Zone.”

Kris scrutinized him closely. “Hmm, you seem to have the aesthetic of a Prepperogan, but the personality of a Soarnak.”

Neal stepped back, helplessly looking at Sara for an explanation. “It’s a compliment,” she said. “You have a better first impression on her. When we met, she compared me to a Trashcandroid.”

“You had rotten bananas in your hair,” Kris retorted.

“Yeah, I was knocked into a dumpster when Milo crashed into me while he was trapped in that giant hamster ball,” Sara shrugged. 

“Anyway, since you’re a Zonielle shipper, I was hoping you could cheer up Hannah over there,” Kris pointed to a small table in the corner, where a petite girl sat alone. Her arms were completely covered in fandom bracelets, and Sara couldn’t help but wonder if she actually got circulation in her upper limbs. “From what I got out of her, she’s been hit by some pretty vicious anons lately.”

“Alright,” Sara said. “On one condition. You help Neal get acquainted with some of the people here. You okay with that?” 

“Deal,” Kris said. “You have to meet Josh. Guy made a life-sized Time Ape out of tin foil!” 

Neal agreed, though he looked slightly intimidated at being dragged to a large group of enthusiastic cosplayers. 

She sat down on the opposite side from Hannah, who looked pointedly to the ground. “So, hi. I’m Sara. I don’t think we’ve met before,” Sara said awkwardly. 

“You’re the girl who gave that inspirational speech on the day of the movie,” Hannah supplied. 

“Yeah, that was me,” Sara replied. “Kris said anons were giving you trouble?” 

Hannah dabbed at her face with the edge of her shirt, then slid her phone across the table. “I know Danielle tried to kill Dr. Zone. But I like the dynamic. I didn’t think I was promoting...you know.”  

Sara read over the anonymous messages, wincing slightly at the heavy profanity. “Yeah, I feel your pain. I actually woke up one of those comments on a Zonielle oneshot I posted last night. I don’t believe you’re doing anything wrong, if that helps.” 

“Maybe I misunderstood the characters?” Hannah blinked, now flicking through her fanfiction to find anything that might’ve made people upset. 

Sara shook her head. “Don’t worry. Everyone has their own interpretation. Nothing wrong with that. Zonielle shippers tend to be antagonized in some circles though.” 

“So...are more people actually gonna see these comments?” Hannah asked. 

“Well, the website you’re using doesn’t quite have the best block and delete system. Personal experience with that. But if you’d like, I can show you how to get rid of those comments....” 

[fantroll-purgatory]

@wylmelvar

Alternia or Beforus or some type of AU:AU of Alternia where instead of HIC or Trizza rules, it’s ruled by a younger empress who runs it bad. Same problems applies.

Oo, did the new young empress manage to defeat HIC and take over? That could be Really fun, playing around with an inexperienced empress who’s just walking in her predecessor’s footsteps, clumsily. 

Name: Krasni Bonfac (Krasni is ’“red” in Russian and Bonfac came from Andres Bonifacio, a revolutionist in the Philippine Revolution. He leads a group called “the Katipunan” and their colors are red and white. She’s mostly based on revolutionists and rebel stuff.)

Oh you really anglicized красный for that name. When I looked up Krasni, I also found out it was the Slovenian word for Beautiful/Fine, and when used in some contexts it means First-Class People. I’ve also found some, uh… tenuous connections between the name Krasni and Serbian dictator supporters. So I don’t know if this is the beeest choice for a rebel character’s name. 

Maybe Luksem instead? As a reference to Rosa Luxemburg, a highly influential revolutionary socialist who was, on top of being imprisoned 3 times for revolutionary actions, executed for trying to start an uprising. 

Luksem Bonfac. 

Age: 7 sweeps

Strife Specibus: fistkind, bolokind

Like a bolo bat??! Just kidding, I’m guessing you mean a bolo knife, but you can just call it knifekind for that… Fistkind is fun, but being entirely unarmed is usually associated with void players, and I think a better option might be a Flagkind instead? A nice white and red flag that she whacks people with. So knifekind and flagkind! 

Fetch Modus: ????

Since she’s interested in history, maybe a history modus where she has to recite the origin of the item in order to obtain it?

Blood color:Teal

Symbol and meaning:Ligo, The Circumscribed (Prospit, Space)

I’d argue she’s Librist, but we’ll talk about that later. 

Trolltag:  (i need help with this one)

How about martialReformist? It’s a reference to the martial arts interest and her revolutionary nature, but is also a reference to the idea that she’s probably anti-war and also a prison reformist (or even abolitionist) because of her experiences. 

Quirk: Types in lowercase but capitalizes SOME WORDS for EMPHASIS. Starts sentences with (  ). Whisper/hides text with [(  )]. She sound like YELLING A LOT.

//Quirk has relation with sign since it means restricting something.

( it looks like THIS. IS THIS EVEN LEGIBLE? )

[( i hide text like this. )]

You don’t know how tempted I am here to actually suggest that she not use any capitals at all, because- because anti-capitalism do you like my joke— But no, capitalizing can be a really good way to emphasize things. 

Maybe she could organize sentences like pamphlets? 

Subheadings to her messages in caps, framed by |_’s, and caps for emphasis. 

Ex: |_EMPRESS CRUELTY_| news has broken of empress utilizing drones to RAZE coastal cities.

Special Abilities (if any): none, aside from enhanced strength after training a lot.

Lusus: a large monkey-eating eagle with 4 eyes and is lion-sized

It’s a WHAT…. I know now that that’s what Philippine Eagles are called but reading this ALARMED ME… Anyways that’s a good pick. 

Personality: Krasni is persuasive enough to let other trolls join her cause and can lead people well. She can be brutally honest that it makes her look tactless and can be aggressive and grumpy at times (unintended). She keeps up the facade that she’s strong but inside she’s a little broken after getting imprisoned. Can rebel in forms like clothing and even violent ones.

Rebellion Is Fun. Imprisonment is not… I think if you want to do this, you should definitely research into how imprisoned rebels experience their prison sentences and find some interviews about them talking about their lives afterwards! But I like her character a lot. Make sure to flesh out her exact goals- what Exactly is she rebelling against? What does she want to change? How does she get people to join her? 

Interests: revolutions, martial arts, history, persuasion, illegal works, law, the rebellions of the Sufferer and the Summoner, rebel stuff

What kind of rebel stuff? Is she interested in rebel warfare, or is she more politically inclined?

Title: (undecided since I didn’t intended to make most of my ocs play Sgrub but please do suggest)

Hmmm. You’ve definitely been inclined towards a space player here, but I think she might actually be a time player? Time players are the sort who are the strong rebels, the ones who are fighting against things. So it feels like that’d fit her better, too, especially if you want to keep her prospit.

She is ppprobably an Heir of Time? Passive inheritor, the changer, one with time. It helps her be a good leader/influencer. 

Land: Land of Barriers and Frogs

I have to steal her frog because I took away her space title, so she might instead be the Land of Barriers and Escape. Escape is a reference both to her prisony background And the escape wheel of a clock. Maybe her planet could be a big clockwork prison.

Dream Planet: Prospit

(o please do help since i made this on the spot except for some stuff)

Design:

There wasn’t much I wanted to edit about her character design, so I’ll try to be brief. There was some of that frustrating fuzziness going on, so I cleaned everything up. 

Horns/hair: I made the horns more symmetrical. I updated the hair and hair outlines to make things a bit more appealing. 

Face: I changed her eye shape just slightly and added heavier eye bags. I adjusted the scar color to be closer to what seems likely because of canon scar representations. I also added a bit of a tongue in her mouth, since it’s so wide open!

Skirt: Patterns aren’t common in troll clothing and it made her visually busy, so I traded it out for just a flat teal skirt. I also got rid of most of the rips for a similar reason. 

Legs/cuffs: I added a scar to her leg and adjusted the cuffs a little. I put some dings and scrapes on the cuffs so that they look worn, like they’ve been through trouble, or like she’s tried to break them off. 

Thank you for sharing!

-CD 

[galaxy-koi]

1-100 do it I dare you

HERE WE GO. Long post ahead!

and I mean long post

1.    If your character wasn’t an adventurer, what livelihood would theylead?

It’shard to imagine Cynthia as anything but an adventurer, if I had to be honest. Ifthere wasn’t a Living Plague to deal with, she may have simply joined her dwarfuncle in arena fights. Alternatively, maybe she would have joined Jinri intravelling to places that needed healers, aiding the sick in poorer villages.

2.    Who in the party would your character trust the most with theirlife?

Shetrusts Sune with her life and soul, but of the Player Characters? Paddy is youranswer.

3.    What is your character’s core moral beliefs?

- TheLiving Plague is a bitch- Roland is also a bitch- Follow Sune, even if it means a horrible death.

- Lawscan be wrong, but Sune is never wrong.

- Protectyour crew to your dying breath. Never back out of a fight if it brings yourcrew into danger.From a previous ask: “Yes! She’s a paladin, so she does have to strictly follow amoral code. She takes it really seriously too because she loves her goddess.However, despite this, her alignment is more Neutral/Chaotic good because shewill take whatever means are necessary to accomplish her goal. She follows anoath, sure, but she won’t hesitate to break city laws and illegally purchase anairship.She will do everything she can to protect those she loves, and she shows loveto those she does not know.”

4.    What relationship does your character have with their parents andsiblings?

Herrelationship with her biological family is mixed at best, as she knows theyabandoned her, possibly leaving her to die. However, she had a beneficialfamilial relationship with Mordecai (before he died), and her relationship withJinri and Daergron has certainly been great.

5.    Does your character have any biases for or against certain races?

Shedoes her best to not display any traits of racism, as Sune teaches herfollowers to love everyone equally. (However, she does seem to have an aesthetictaste for gnolls.)

6.    What is your character’s opinion on nobility? On authority?

Cynthiadoesn’t mind nobles as long as they put their money towards a good cause.However, she is uneasy around authority, especially after what happened inEkrund. She does her best to coexist with authority, but she has done illegalthings to get what she wants.

7.    Describe your character’s current appearance: clothes, armor,scars they’ve picked up along the journey, etc.

((I realizedtoo late that this says “current appearance” whoops))

- Face-Amber, wavy hair falls to a bit above her shoulders, ending in a dramatic curl.Her bronze skin is covered in brown freckles around her cheeks and the bridgeof her nose. The facial structure is only slightly feminine in nature, with apronounced chin, normal cheeks, and rounded jawline. Her eyes are white withgolden irises and seemingly no pupils, which is the most distinctive Aasimartrait she has. There’s a healing burn scar [from S21] that’s faint and surroundsher eyes and upper nose. Additionally, purple rings are common under Cynthia’seyes, as she is a known insomniac. Her nose is somewhat large and is rounded.

- Body-Bronze skin with freckles around the shoulders. She is quite muscular innature, especially in the abs and arms. There are plenty of scars from her adventuresand from her past. Three claw marks are along her right shoulder [15 years agofrom a swamp beast], multiple separate scars along her sides due to the armorbeing weak there, and [AAF AU Only] grey scars along her left side frommultiple near-death incidents. It’s common for her to have a couple of bruiseshere and there from fighting recklessly. Her torso and thighs are large butonly slightly muscular for balance. On her right arm is her holy symbol, whichis a simplified, maroon depiction of Sune.- Clothes [Captain {Post-S18}]- A long, leather trench coat with elbow-lengthsleeves. The cuffs at the end of the sleeves have a golden trim. A golden sashis wrapped around the waist with the Featherstone crest sewn into it in blackthread. She wears a black cami and leggings underneath the trench coat, and shehas leather boots that go up to her knees.

-Clothes [Formal]- A cream dress of a thin, rough material. The dress falls downto her feet in length, and she has white flats and stockings to match. A goldensash is wrapped around the waist, and there is also a golden line below her chestthat wraps around the body. Two golden bands of fabric drape and reconnect onthe line, each with three feathers that hang from it with metal loops. Thesleeves are short and somewhat puffed. Finally, there’s a section that lookslike the shoulders of Belle’s dress from Beautyand the Beast, golden in color. I don’t know what it’s called.

-Armor- Her armor is full plate, and it is rather simple. I wish I knew how todescribe armor; it’s been something I’ve been meaning to do! On the breastplate,there is a very small line where the pieces of the breastplate were weldedtogether, and it almost divides it into fourths. Her left arm is fully platedand has a metal gauntlet, but the right arm is only plated to her elbow. Thebelt has a quartz piece in the middle of the front side that has theFeatherstone crest carved into it and painted black. Three plates cover the tophalf of her thighs on the sides. The boots are also metal, but areappropriately sectioned to allow for mobility.

- AdventuringGear- A small backpack filled with maps, miscellaneous items from the Explorer’sPack, 3 poison vials, and a leather doll that Roth’s fiend likes to possess.She has a bronze/copper kite shield, and a unique longsword [no bonuses to hit,but does 1d12+1/1d14+1 damage, which means she has a +5 to hit and 1d12+5/1d14+3damage]. The sheath for the longsword allows it to be drawn from the back withsome ease.

8.    What location encountered in the campaign has your character feltthe most “at home” in, or just generally liked the most?

She’srarely felt at home, mainly because she misses Kelemvor’s Snout so much.Hundelstone was fine until it got destroyed, Ekrund was incredibly sketchy toher, Vunedar was fun until Paddy nearly died twice, and then there’s themountains. She doesn’t know how to explain it, but that isolation and wildernessthat most of the mountain travel had felt peaceful to her, and was probably theclosest to feeling like home. The ice castle, if it weren’t for the eighty children,probably would have reminded her of Mordecai’s mansion a bit.

9.    What deity, if any, does your character worship? What’s theiropinion on other people’s worship?

Sheworships Sune, goddess of love. She doesn’t mind other people’s faiths, especiallywith the crew having such a wild diversity in the pantheon.

10.  If your character had time to pick up any artisan’s tools, gameset, instrument, etc., what would it be?

She wouldhave plenty of time if she wasn’t unconscious so much, but she would probablygive one of the game sets a shot.

11.  Describe your character’s current relationship with the playercharacter sitting to your right.

Well,the person to my right currently is my DM, but I assume this infers that I’msitting with the group. I usually have ArkVeil [Wall’s player] on my right, sohere’s Cynthia’s opinion of Wall.She feels bad for manipulating him to believe in lies, but she knows Wall wouldtry to apprehend every single one of them if she told him that they werepirates. She knows she can trust Wall, as his intelligence and wisdom farexceeds hers. However, it appears Wall is a bit more critical of the captainthan she is to him, and he has every reason to be critical of her decisions. Cynthiais naturally self-sacrificial, which has led into some very questionabledecisions made by the captain in an attempt to protect her crew, one of which(at least in canon, the AU has many more) inspired Wall (and Roth) to actagainst the captain and knock her unconscious before she could enforce herdecision. Of course, Cynthia does not remember this, so she has not questionedWall for it… yet.

12.  What is your character’s current goal, summed up in one sentence?

Shewishes to rid the Living Plague from Iotath, whatever it takes.

13.  Does your character ever want to “settle down” with a spouse,children, house, etc.?

Despitebeing the oldest member of the party (?? Unless Wall is older), Cynthia has notreally had a serious time to wonder about things like that. She never got thechance to settle down except when she was dealing with serious grief, and shenever liked the idea of staying put anywhere. Her mind has been constantly seton the ridding the Living Plague, and she doesn’t want to do anything else untilit’s over.

14.  Has your character ever been in love?

Yes;she has had some previous crushes and small relationships. This is includingbut not excluded to: Parisa Lajani (S0-S7), Bruno (S5-S7), Korst (S13-current?),Sylsys (S14). However, her main relationship is currently with Paddy McLoughlin,a human artificer who is also her quartermaster/first mate/lieutenant/co-captain.She’s had a crush on him since a little before the fall of Hundelstone, but thetwo did not go into a relationship until S15. She’s polyamorous and panromantic.

15.  What battle in the campaign has been most memorable to yourcharacter?

TheFall of Hundelstone (S6-S7) is probably the most memorable in the campaign toher. (I, however, think S15 had the most memorable fight because oH BOI)

16.  If your character wasn’t whatever class they are, what would theybe instead?

Iwould say Cleric, but considering her WIS score is 10, probably Fighter or Barbarian.

17.  What is your character’s favorite season?

I’msure I’ve answered this once before and I’m now changing that answer to fall.

18.  What would your character’s Zodiac sign be, followingstereotypical astrology?

Vriska

19.  Where in the world does your character most want to visit?

Kelemvor’sSnout

20.  What is the biggest mistake your character has ever made?

Inthe campaign, that award goes to everything she did in S20. She did nothing rightin that session. In the AAF AU, the answer changes to S24A.

21.  Does your character have any noticeable scars? If so, what aretheir stories?

Answeredin #8.

22.  What animal best represents your character?

Cynthia’sfursona is a cat. I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules

23.  If your character could go back in time and change one thing abouttheir life, what would it be?

Shewould have found a way for Mordecai to be saved instead of her during the fallof Kelemvor’s Snout.

24.  Which other player character does your character find themselveshaving the most in common with?

RothPhilious, for sure.

25.  Does your character regret any particular choice the party hasmade?

Doyou mean: that she’s made? Yes. She’s the captain, after all, so the finaldecision often lands on her. She kind of regrets heading into the mountains forthis long, especially since the Plague has spread quickly since the fall ofHundelstone. However, she got a sword out of it, and she’s now had time to mostlyrecover from the Plague’s infection. She wishes Paddy had not approached thegnome man in S20, mainly because he nearly instantly died from the poisonblade. She occasionally regrets picking up Wall as well, as she’s actually hadto be clever with her lies around him. She does not regret picking up Poth atall, though.

26.  What would your character say their best trait would be?

Shevalues her ambition and determination.

27.  What is your character’s greatest fear? Deep, irrational?

Shefears losing the crew, and she also fears the Living Plague.

28.  What is currently motivating your character to stay with theparty?

Hercrew are all valuable members to have, and she knows she needs others if shewants to rid the Plague.

29.  What are your character’s hobbies and interests outside of theirclass?

Sheenjoys writing in her journal and is quite skilled in calligraphy. Additionally,she knows how to play the flute, but this rarelycomes up in the campaign.

30.  What would most people think when they first see your character?

A lotof the NPCs have commented initially on Cynthia’s natural charm and charisma,some even disliking her for it. Some have noticed her age and compared it tohaving good experience in adventuring (which is false). These have givenCynthia an upper hand with being on good terms with some of the NPCs (exception:Jeeves).

31.  What stereotypical group role does your character play in theparty? (The Mom, the Mess, the Comic Relief, etc. Optionally: What role wouldyour character play in the “Five Man Band” structure?)

Sheis simultaneously “The Mom” and “The Mess” of the party.

32.  What is your character the most insecure about?

Shecan be insecure about if Sune actually likes her or not, as she does almosteverything to try to sway Sune to like her. Sune is her last connection toMordecai that she will have, and she definitely does not want to lose it.

33.  What person does your character admire most?

Sheadmires Mordecai Featherstone the most, as she was his squire.

34.  What does your character admire and dislike the most about theplayer character sitting to your left?

RiahkHaladin(Paddy’s player) usually sits to my left, so this will be about PaddyMcLoughlin.She admires his charming looks and aesthetic the most, but in close second ishis innovation in many scenarios. Paddy has come up with a lot of strangesolutions that Cynthia barely understood how he came up with, but they mostlyended up working. Those two things are why Cynthia picked him to be hersecond-in-command.

35.  Why is your character’s lowest stat their lowest (the in-characterreason, not “because there’s no reason for a wizard to have 16 strength, duh”)?

Due toher optimization, she has three dump stats, with INT and DEX both tied forlowest score as an 8 (-1). In-character, however, there is some explanation.Mordecai trained her to be similar to him in mind and body. Mordecai never trainedher to be quick or agile, just strong and able to land a powerful hit.Additionally, Mordecai didn’t really educate her on book smarts since his partyusually took care of that and because Cynthia rarely paid attention to him whilehe tried.

36.  What would be your character’s theme song/favorite band/favoritegenre of music?

Thishas separate answers… It’s been currently established that her theme song is “Rubik’sCube” by Athlete. Her favorite artistwould probably be Hozier, and herfavorite genre would probably be indie or gospel.

37.  What stereotypical role would your character play in a high schoolAU/if they attended a normal high school? (Nerd, jock, bully, goth, etc.)

JOCK

38.  What treasure/item/artifact that your character has collectedduring the adventure is the most important to them?

It’sa tie between her diary and her new longsword!

39.  Is there any particular weapon, item, etc. that your characterlongs to find?

Shekind of wants to know if Mordecai had a diary, and if so, if she can find it.However, she also jokes to herself that it may just look like chicken scratch, asshe gained her calligraphy skills from Jinri.

40.  Where does your character feel the most at home?

Kelemvor’s Snout

41.  Does your character care about how they’re perceived by others?How do they change themselves to fit in with other people?

Yes!She did attempt to act more formal around Paddy’s family, and as I statedbefore, she does everything for Sune. She manipulates people to like her onrare occasion as well, but she hates resorting to that.

42.  What does your character think is the true meaning of life?

(offucking course this is question 42)She believes it as finding some goal and then accomplishing that goal, nomatter how big or small that is.

43.  What is your character’s scent? (Bonus points for a descriptionthat sounds like it could be from a bad [or awesome] fanfic.)

I’mgonna be honest, I don’t like this question, but I’ll do my best to answer itfor you. She does have basic hygiene. Sometimes, the “smell of metal” (funfact! Metal doesn’t have a smell, and the smell is from a reaction from theoils on our skin and the metal!) stays on her after a long adventure, or shecarries the smell of blood from being seriously injured so many times. However,in non-canon examples like “An Angel’s Fall” where she’s in a formal situation,she carries the smell of roses with her.

44.  Does your character think more with their heart or their brain?

Youthink Cynthia, with 8 INT/10 WIS/18 CHA, would think with her brain? No. Shethinks with her heart.

45.  What is your character’s most recent or frequent nightmare?

Shefrequently has nightmares of the more traumatic sections of Cynthia’s past, buther most recent nightmare would have been the night before S24 ended, which wasmost likely about losing her crew to the potential upcoming fight with a lich.

46.  What opinion does your character have on [CERTAIN ESTABLISHEDGROUPS/AUTHORITIES IN THE GAME WORLD]? (Dragonmarked Houses, royal crown, etc.)

Shedoesn’t like any of them, mainly because she believes none of them are doinganything about the Living Plague. However, the Council of Vunedar is prettylikable because they’re actually trying to do something. She hates the cultiststhey met in Ekrund, as they managed to corrupt the city government.

47.  How did your character spend their childhood? Where did they growup/who were their childhood friends?

Shehad a few childhood friends in her early childhood; a couple of older Aasimarboys were her friends that led her into occasional mischief. As a squire, she metquite a few people of her age, but only for a few days or weeks.

48.  What aspect of your character’s future are they most curiousabout? (If they could know one thing about the future, what would it be?)

Doesshe get to go back home?

49.  What colors are associated with your character?

I’vedone my best to associate each party member with a color. Cynthia’s colors areorange and gold.

50.  Who in the party would your character prioritize rescuing, in direcircumstances?

I’mso sorry Party 4, but she wouldn’t hesitate to save Paddy.

51.  Is your character the most swayed by ethos, pathos, or logos?

Pathos

52.  If your character was granted a single use of Wish, what wouldthey use it for?

OH IWAS GOING TO WRITE SOMETHING RELATED TO THIS QUESTION! She would attempt tobring back Mordecai. Why not rid the Living Plague? Because there’s no good wayto wish it away.

53.  What is your character’s favorite spell? If they don’t use spells:what is their favorite personal weapon/combat maneuver/skill/etc.?

Whileit’s not a spell, she tends to use Divine Smite and Lay On Hands a lot. Herfavorite, however, is Find Steed because of Nur! :D

54.  How does your character feel about keeping secrets from the restof the party?

Horrible.

55.  What type of creature in the world is your character the mostintrigued by?

She’svery intrigued by dragons; Mordecai told her a tale of him conquering a dragon,and ever since that, she’s wanted to find one herself.

56.  When they were a child, what did your character want to be, orthink they were going to be, when they grew up?

She wantedto be a paladin, so everything worked out for her in that regard!

57.  The player character to your left admits that they’re passionatelyin love with your character. How would your character respond?

Thishappened, and that’s called the Pathia ship. It’s great, and I definitely recommendit.

58.  If somebody (an NPC, someone from their backstory, etc.) yourcharacter trusts/loves asked your character to do something against the party’sbest interest, who would they side with?

If it’sSune, then she would turn against the party. Otherwise she’s ride or die withthe party.

59.  Does your character value their own best interest more than theparty’s?

Yesand no? The only thing that stands above her party’s interests is taking downthe Living Plague.

60.  What decision would the party have to make in order for yourcharacter to consider splitting off from the group?

Anypossible decision that could fill this answer’s criteria would be wildly out ofcharacter, so we’re safe for now! :D

61.  How does your character imagine the way they will die?

Sheoften thinks about how she may die to the abominations of the Living Plague,and she feels it will be in combat. She doubts there will be a natural deathfor her, especially with her being immune to natural diseases.

62.  What is your character’s greatest achievement?

Therewas a similar question in an earlier ask meme, so I’ll shorten it: taking herOath and being cured of the Living Plague are tied.

63.  Is your character willing to risk the well-being of others inorder to achieve their goal?

She’swilling to risk the well-being of herself to achieve her goal, but she’shesitant when it comes to others.

64.  What is your character’s opinion on killing others?

As longas there’s a good reason to kill them, it’s fine.

65.  What is your character’s favorite food? Beverage?

She’skind of like me in this sense where she just likes food.

66.  How generous is your character? Especially to those they don’tknow?

She’ssort of generous.

67.  What is your character the most envious about, regarding anyone inthe party?

She’senvious of Poth for still having childhood innocence.

68.  The player character to your left and the player character to yourright are both telling your character two different versions of the truth. Whodoes your character believe?

She’dtrust Wall over Paddy, mainly because she doubts Wall is capable of lying.

69.  What is your character’s sexuality/relationship with sex?

She’spansexual.

70.  What is your character’s biggest pet peeve?

Rolandexisting

71.  Describe how your character feels about the party’s currentsituation/objective/etc.

She’sexcited to try to explore the dungeon, but she’s worried that she’s about tomake a mistake entrusting her only hope of living to Uther.

72.  Who in the party would your character trust the most to keep animportant secret?

Roth!

73.  If your character knew that they were going to die in a month, howwould they spend the rest of their life?

She’dabsolutely make sure Iotath was taking action against the Plague before shedies. When she’s getting close, she’ll go hunt for Roland and try to kill him.

74.  What makes your character feel safe?

Whenshe’s being held by someone she can trust

75.  If your character had the chance to rename the party/give theparty a name, no questions asked, what would it be?

Shesimply calls herself and the others the members of the Grey Rat, and she’s honestly contempt with that name.

76.  What memory does your character want to forget the most?

Shewishes she could forget every single moment leading up to the fall of Kelemvor’sSnout.

77.  If your character had to multiclass into a class they currentlyaren’t the next time they level up, what would it be and what reason would theyhave for doing so?

If shehad to multiclass, she would probably go for Fighter since it’s the closest toPaladin that doesn’t involve her horrible stats.

78.  What television/book/video game/etc. character would yourcharacter be best friends with? (Or: what media character is your character themost influenced by/similar to?

a) I’d want her to be friends with Magnus Burnsides from The Adventure Zone!

b) She was originally influenced by Moxxi from Borderlands 2, and I would eventuallyhave other characters influence Cynthia as well, including other OCs.

79.  What unusual talents does your character possess?

The abilityto have impressive saving throws and yet somehow still fuck up horribly

80.  How does your character feel about receiving/giving orders? Arethey more of a leader, or a follower?

She’sdefinitely a leader in nature, but she prefers to hear opinions from the crewbefore she makes a final decision.

81.  What does your character’s name represent to them? (Or: why as aplayer did you choose your character’s name?)

Cynthia’sfirst name doesn’t speak much, but her inherited last name, Featherstone, meanseverything. It’s a reminder that she has a legacy of adventurers to follow withher heart, and it’s a name that she keeps close to her. It’s incredibly unlikelythat she’ll change it, even if she ends up marrying someone.

82.  Is your character more of an introvert, or an extrovert?

Extrovert!

83.  How far is your character willing to go to pursue the “greatergood”? Do they believe in a greater good at all?

No matter what.

84.  What does your character want to be remembered by?

Shewants to be the one remembered for ridding the Living Plague.

85.  What would be your character’s major in college?

Ahfuck I know I had a domestic AU somewhere but I don’t remember my answer umuI might have said a Humanities major or some Religion major but idk :(

86.  Does your character consider themselves a hero, villain, orsomething else?

She’sthe only hero the world has.

87.  What major arcana tarot card best represents your character?

TheFool

88.  Where does your character see themselves in 20 years?

Hopefullydone with the Plague shit and adventuring around

89.  What is your character’s relationship with magic? Are they scaredof it, wish to know more about it, indifferent to it?

Hermagic is divine, and so her relationship with it is pretty spiritual.

90.  Who is your character’s biggest rival?

Roland,but she mainly just wants to kill him.

91.  What is your character’s guiltiest pleasure?

She may enjoy getting hurt a lot

92.  What does your character hope for the afterlife?

Shewants to be reunited with Mordecai in the afterlife.

93.  Who in the party does your character trust the least?

Noone should ever trust Poth

94.  What is your character’s biggest flaw?

Hertwo big flaws is her dumbass energy and being way too self-sacrificial.

95.  How did your character learn the languages that they speak?

Hernative language was Celestial from her biological family, and Mordecai slowlytaught her Common.

96.  What is your character’s favorite school of magic/type ofweaponry?

Evocation/Enchantmentand longswords!

97.  What is most important to your character: health, wealth, orhappiness?

Happiness!

98.  What advice would your character give to a younger version ofthemselves?

“Goodluck because everything’s going to go to shit and you’re going to get blamedfor it”

99.  Are there any social or political issues your character feelsstrongly about?

Yeahand it’s called why the fuck is no one doing shit about the Living Plague?

100.   What, currently, is your character the mostcurious about?

She’scurrently curious about the mystery surrounding the Braveheart’s. Why are theretwo of them? Who is responsible for it? Why did she meet both of them? Arethere more?

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Strange guest - @cas-is-my-hero fic challenge

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Canonically possible mention of Destiel

Word count: 1440 words

Summary: Holy shit, the aliens are apparently a thing! (don´t tell Bobby)

Prompt:  what are you doing on my doorstep at 2 in the morning?

Warnings: none

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A soft knocking on a motel door, wouldn´t wake many of the people. Sam, however, wasn´t just a regular. Hunter instincts have saved him from many sticky situations. Also his intelligence, but he had to admit there were times when Dean could thought up of better tactics. Speaking of Dean, he was sleeping like a baby. Sam chose to not interumpt his sleep. Yesterday´s werewolf hunt had been an exhausting one. Sam grabbed a silver knife from his lampstand and cautiously approached the door. The werewolf they hunted down could have some buddies near the town. Nothing could´ve prepared him for the view he met when he opened the door though.

„Who are you and what are you doing on my doorstep at 2 in the morning ?“ he asked the hillariously short figure that stood in front of him, while holding his knife close. It certainly wasn´t a human.

„I come in peace.“ Said the figure in a shaky voice. „I-I´ve been cast out of my home planet.“

„Dean, wake up.“ Sam shouted out into the darkness of the room where his older brother slept, maintaining defensive stance, just in case the creature was lying.

„Sam, if you´re trying to get me to live healthy, you better stop now. I am not going jogging with you ever again!“ Dean waved his hand at Sam and turned on the other side. He was having such a nice dream. He wanted to go back and drown himself into those heavenly blue orbs. „I am not taking you jogging, and never will since the time you used my running clothes to get laid. This is an emergency!“ Sam´s voice was gradually getting more desperate.

„Is Hell freezing solid or what?“ asked Dean, finally getting up and fixing his wild hair sticking out in every angle possible and grabbing the nearest clean pair of pants.

„Sir, from the little I know about Hell and it´s culture, that´s scientifically impossible.“

„SON OF A BITCH!“ screamed Dean, subsequently getting stuck while trying to put on his flannel shirt. „Sam, WHAT is this ?“ he asked, pointing at the figure near Sam.

„Dean, calm down, it´s just a harmless refugee. I guess.“

„Also an alien. Actual, breathing, grey-skinned alien... wait, a refugee ?“

„Yes, sir, I am indeed what humans call refugee.“ Said the alien, with a glimpse of nostalgia in her big black eyes „I´ve crashed near your residence in the foliage of local growth. By the laws of Claes'od, I am your slave now.“

The small figure fell on the knees and bowed in front of the hunters. Neighter of them seemed to be comfortable with that.

„You are not our slave.“ Said Sam, „Laws in here forbid slavery. Plus, it would be highly immoral.“

„Sam´s right. We will get you back home to your kind in no time, pal.“

„No, you don´t understand! I can´t go home. I was exiled because I commited an unforgivable crime against my family.“ Ranted the disstressed alien. „When saving people from a burning building I put my mate before my parents, resulting in their death. THE MATE! Do you even realize what that means ? Blood is thicker than water, and that´s a law!“

„What´s your name ?“ asked Dean quietly, kneeling next to the small frame of the Claes'od

„Maxiprgpjadosj´evenuu“ she whined softly.

„Okay... Max.. ughh, can I call you that ?“ she nodded and Dean continued „You see, the world is not so simple. Same goes for the relationships. If your kind wants to dick around and make it a law, it´s their choose, but here on Earth, family doesn´t end in blood, and it doesn´t start there eighter.“

„Thank you, human Dean.“

„Now that that´s settled, we should probably hide the ship, or whatever you arived on, before anyone finds it. Last thing we need around now is guys from Area 51.“

„Oh don´t worry, the ship has invisibility shield that mimics it´s surroundings. Only beings with hightened perception of light wavelenght can see the minimal anomalies it causes.“

„Fair enough, but let´s go check it, just in case it isn´t hidden enough.“ Said Sam.

„Good idea.“ Agreed Max

„Let´s go ship-hunting then. I´ll man the flashlight.“ Said Dean with a child-like grin on his face.

The group of three had searched the bushes behind the motel up and down, but they couldn´t find anything, by seeing or just hitting it accidentally. As Max grew anxious, Dean was getting annoyed by it.

„I don´t understand. The ship is invisible, not immaterial. It´s gone.“ Max cried out

„Well, maybe that, or maybe you were just lying.“ Dean spat out his doubts

„Guys, I think it was rather stolen.“ Said Sam „There´s a tiny bit of sulphur.“

„So demons. This night just keeps getting better.“

„It´s not going to be the night for much longer. Max will need some disguise, and probably food.“

„Food ? Oh you must mean nutritiens. No, I do not. My species lives similarly to plants on this planet. We breathe oxygen and carbon dioxyde to create energy.“

„Well, that helps with a budget. Let´s find you some human clothes, then. Your current outfit could draw unwanted attention.“ Said Sam, pointing to the sleek fabric that shifted colors with every move.

Naturally, every piece of clothing was huge on Max, but after a bit of tearing and stitching here and there, Sam and Dean quickly made them suit her thin body.

„Now, just one last thing – a big hat and a pair of sunglasses.“ Said Dean putting them on. The hat couldn´t be tailored to fit Max´s small head, but with the sunglasses it covered most of her face.

„I think we are golden this way. Maybe we could head out to the Bob-“

The light in the cheap stinky motel room flickered. Most of the people wouldn´t be bothered by this, in fact they would expected the lights to flicker – but not the Winchesters.

„Grab a shotgun and let´s go. Looks like the demons came back.“ Shouted Dean, tossing one to Sam.

The trio ran towards the Impala and soon they were speeding on a highway followed by an enormous cloud of black smoke.

„We gotta get rid of them, Dean. They don´t seem to be keen on letting us go just like that.���

„I know Sam, but what chance do we stand. It´s not like we have demon-killing bombs on us. Our best chance is getting the demons as far from the town as possible and then put up the best fight we can manage.“

The atmosphere in the Impala was dark, but there still was a glistering sliver of hope. Max turned in her seat and studied the cloud closely.

„Do you have any kind of energy package on you that you don´t mind destroying ?“ she asked

„You mean a battery of some sort?“ Sam answered

„Yes, a battery. A smaller one, preferably.“ Said Max „But hurry, they are getting close.“

Sam quickly pulled out his phone out of his pocket and threw the battery from inside it into Max´s hands.

„Will do. Now, stop the transport machine, Dean, I need to get out.“

„Are you crazy ? Aparently they are after you, and we can´t fight them all.“

„You can´t fight them...“ Max corrected „...but I can.“ She took of her necklace with a large pendant made of strange stone. It seemed to glow softly, shifting even, as i fit contained something.

„When I´m out of the car, close your eyes. They are too delicate for what´s about to come.“

„Okay, Mad Max, but you have only one chance at this. Better make it count in the afterlife.“ Said Dean as he jumped on breaks and send the Impala into spin. The front now faced the smoke which menacingly flew closer with every second.

Max didn´t wait for second signal. She jumped out of car, with phone battery and the pendant, one in each hand. She joined them together in a loud bang as the sparks of electricity cracked around it. She threw the pendant on the ground as she looked fiercely into the smoke.

„Eat this“

The battery flew right into the middle of the cloud and exploded from the amount of energy it was forced to take in.

Luckily, they´ve been far enough from the town, so the citizens only saw something very similar to fireworks.

„What a bunch of idiots... It´s not the 4th of July yet.“ Old, grumpy sheriff Todd said to himself as he fell back into dreamless sleep.

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