#she chose the fucking frog.

[daincrediblegg]

Truly devastating to want to jump into an AU for your canon x oc/si ship when you haven’t even scratched the surface of your main fic for them yet 😪

[theemporium]

Hello my dear!!! So - I know your requests are closed for now, but I just had to tell you I am OBSESSED with your Danny Ric x Sunshine series, and I had a thought for once they’re open again… I know that Sunshine isn’t famous or anything, but what if she dated someone who was/is before she started dating Danny (ex. Joe Jonas)? Like maybe they were childhood sweethearts or something, and her ex shows up at the Miami GP as a musical guest or something and Danny goes FERAL and protective of Sunshine? I just think it would be so cute and fluffy 😍🥰

you are a cutie🥹thank you for requesting!!! i changed it a wee bit but i hope you enjoy! and sorry for making you wait so long🫶🏽

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It wasn’t unusual for there to be famous faces dotted around the garage during the race weekend. 

Daniel was used to it and, if he was being completely honest, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed seeing familiar faces around the paddock, talking and chatting with them and meeting new and old fans alike. He was a social butterfly and he thrived in these situations, even if some drivers found it a little distracting or stressful when they were trying to get on with their jobs. Usually, Daniel loved it.

Except when these celebrities couldn’t seem to catch the hint.

You were gorgeous. Hell, in the eyes of Daniel, you were the prettiest human to ever walk the goddamn Earth. He was obsessed with you. He worshipped the ground you walked on. You were his sun and his life revolved around you and your love. He pinched himself every day that you chose to be with him, to love him, to be his forever partner. 

However, it seemed one of Red Bull’s recent garage guests didn’t seem to catch the hint that you were not single nor were you ready to mingle.

If he was being honest, he didn’t know who the guy was. He had heard from a few team members that he was some big, upcoming actor that most of the world was going crazy for but Daniel didn’t care. He didn’t care if the man was the biggest name in the world. He was going after Daniel’s girl and he didn’t like that one bit. 

Most guests tended to stick to their guided tours or near the back so they were out of the team’s way, yet this actor seemed to have gravitated towards you. He had been blatant in his attempts with flirting and chatting with you, going as far as leaning on the table you were currently working on until it became near impossible to continue with your job. He could see the discomfort in your face, could see the way you were getting progressively more annoyed and, despite knowing you could handle yourself, the last thing he wanted was you to be on the frog page after punching the douche in the face (even if it would've been well-deserved in his eyes).

“Got a problem here, mate?” 

The man—his name was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t bring himself to care to remember—turned away from you to look at the approaching driver. “Hey, Daniel, right? Huge fan. You’ve got a great team here.”

“Yeah, the best of the best,” Daniel said as he slided in behind you, his hand resting on your shoulder as your body relaxed under his touch. “Sunshine here has the best brain you could ask for in Formula One.”

The man’s gaze slid back down to you, his lips twitching upwards in what you assumed was meant to be a charming smile. “So, your name is Sunshine?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but Daniel beat you to it.

“Ha no, I can call her Sunshine,” he said with a massive smile on your face, one that would leave the people around you and out of ear shot to believe this was a happy conversation. “You can mind your own fucking business.”

The man’s face immediately soured. “Excuse me?”

“You’re a guest, courtesy of Red Bull, and that is the only reason I’m not dragging your sorry ass out of the paddock,” Daniel continued, stepping a little closer so you were leaning back against him. “Now, you can leave now or you can sit in the back of the garage like a good dog and leave my girl alone to do her work. What’s it gonna be?”

“You can’t talk to me like that,” he insisted with a scoff. “Do you know who I am?”

“No, but I don’t really care. You’re on my turf right now, and what I say goes. If I don’t want you here, you’ll be gone with a snap of my fingers.” Daniel stated so casually, like his whole body wasn’t humming with the desire to just punch the guy in the face. “Piss off now.”

You had barely waited until he was gone before you spun around in your seat, looking up at him with an amused smile. “Are you taking lessons from Max or something? That felt very Mad Max-coded.”

Daniel rolled his eyes. “I was teaching him a lesson.” 

“No, you were jealous and it was hot,” you corrected with a grin as you reached towards him, your arms winding around his torso. “But thank you. I was two seconds away from throwing my laptop at his head.”

He laughed as he leaned down, hands gently holding your hair back as he kissed you. “Always here to be your knight in shining armour, Sunshine.”

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[ofduskanddreams]

Truth or Dare, Azriel?

For @panicatthenightcourt :) The request: Gwynriel and Elucien. Tipsy truth or dare and maybe things get a little bit messy? I chose to make this a modern AU since it wasn't specified hehe.

A/N: It's implied that they've been drinking but let me assure everyone that they're still fully in control of themselves. There is no infidelity in this fic, everything is consented to by all parties involved.

Gwynriel & Elucien ✦ Rated M ✦ 1.3k words ✦ on AO3

Azriel dropped his head onto Gwyn’s shoulder, closing his eyes and inhaling the scents of sunscreen and lavender shampoo.

The bonfire was crackling merrily and carving a pool of orange out of the deep violet night. Crickets chirped, frogs trilled, and the lake water lapped gently at the sand.

He was tipsy.

Gwyn smelled fucking amazing.

There were still four days left of their vacation.

He was at his favorite place with his favorite people.

It was too….

No. 

Azriel sat up, blinking against the firelight and reminding himself that he was allowed to have this without the constant fear of it being stripped away.  

Some things were truly good. Other shoes didn’t always drop.

“Everything alright, Az?” Elain asked. She was curled into Lucien’s side across the fire from them.

“Yeah, fine. I just spaced out.” He hoped his face betrayed nothing. The last thing he needed was for Lucien to spend the rest of their vacation calling him Sadzriel again. 

“Okay,” Gwyn exclaimed with a clap of her hands. “We are going to play a game because it’s too early for us to be getting tired. Besides, we need to give them—” she jerked her head toward the house on the hill “—more time before the cabin will be safe.”

Half an hour earlier, Nesta had dragged Cassian away from the fire claiming she was “tired.” Rhys and Feyre made their excuses not long after.

Gwyn had a point. Even if they wanted to go to bed right now, Azriel knew none of them would be able to fall asleep due to the volume of the others' activities. It was the one downside of this pine-sheltered haven on the lake. 

“What kind of game?” Lucien asked.

Azriel turned to his right. The flames danced tangerine in the teal reflection of Gwyn’s eyes making them gleam with a devilish light. 

His girlfriend shot him a sly smile. “Truth or Dare.”

Elain grinned, “I’m in.” 

“Me too,” Lucien said with a huff of laughter. 

“Az?”

His past experiences of Truth or Dare weren’t what Azriel would call fond memories. Then again, maybe that was an unavoidable consequence of playing with Rhys and Cassian instead of being the fault of the game itself. And the way Gwyn was looking up at him all wide-eyed and lower lip caught between her teeth the way she knew drove him crazy….

“Fine, I’m in too.”

“Don’t sound so excited about it,” Lucien chuckled and Azriel threw an empty beer can at his head.

“If you had my memories of Truth or Dare, you wouldn’t be so psyched about it either,” Azriel grumbled. 

It didn’t take long for the game to spiral in the direction that Azriel had been dreading. They made it once around the circle and then it was Elain’s turn again. He knew it was going to be bad no matter which option he chose. The world may think Elain Archeron the epitome of sweet kindness, but those close to her knew better than to fall to that facade. Elain Archeron could be the devil in disguise.

“Truth or dare, Azriel?” she asked, her tone intentionally disarming.

Knowing Elain for as long as he had, he knew she knew things about him that few did—that Gwyn didn’t. Not yet, at least. They’d been together for a year but some things he wanted to share were so weighty that a year might not be strong enough to hold them. To choose “truth” would be too risky.

“Dare.” Azriel leaned back, leveling Elain with a look of challenge to belie his fear of her next words.

“I dare you to kiss Lucien. For at least five seconds. With feeling.”

And Elain looked so smug at that, Azriel couldn’t help but laugh. Lucien was very attractive. Had they met in a bar and weren’t attached, he’d waste no time. “What do you say, Lucien?”

Lucien wore a smirk as he pushed off the log to stand. “If the ladies want a show, and you are willing, who am I to deny them?”

Azriel rose, moving until they were standing nearly chest to chest. “Oh, if it’s what the ladies want, I’m all in.” 

He shot a questioning glance toward Gwyn over his shoulder. It was only a fun game if everyone thought so, if she didn’t want him to do this he wouldn’t. But Gwyn was smiling, and she waved her hands as if to say by all means, please continue.

So, Azriel reached and tangled his fingers in the thick red hair at Lucien’s nape. He winked at Gwyn. “I always have had a thing for redheads,” and then he stepped into Lucien’s space.

Lucien was slightly taller than him. Azriel had forgotten until he had to tilt his chin at the last second. The kiss started out questioning: hi there, hello—drawing back, a second chaste brush and press—we’re doing this, yes we are.

Then it turned exploratory: how good of a kisser are you?—adding pressure—very good I’ll have you know—Lucien’s hands on either side of his jaw, tipping Azriel’s head as he took control. Azriel nipped Lucien’s lower lip in response to the challenge.

Someone wolf-whistled. Probably Gwyn. Azriel took that as his cue to slow, and Lucien did the same.

The kiss ended sincerely: that was rather nice—a strong press—it was, wasn’t it—parting, then coming back for one last peck, featherlight and lingering.

They stepped away from each other, smiling. Lucien offered Azriel his hand, “Nice work.”

Azriel shook it, “You weren’t too bad yourself.”

Lucien rolled his eyes and went back to sit beside Elain. “Was it everything you hoped for?”

Elain, whose red cheeks (though not as red as Gwyn’s when Azriel looked) were answer enough, but she huffed a laugh, “And then some. I don’t know what I expected but that was… something.” 

Lucien arched an eyebrow, glancing between Azriel and Gwyn with a silent question. Azriel couldn’t deny that the idea intrigued him, but that was something to think about for another night. Now he needed revenge.

“Elain—Truth or dare?” Azriel already knew which one she would choose, but they had to play the game. 

“Dare.” 

Just as he had hoped.

“I dare you to ask Gwyn to go skinny dipping in the lake with you right now.”

“Oh,” Elain feigned surprise. “So that’s how it’s going to be? What do you say, Gwyn, should we give the boys a taste of their own medicine?”

“Now hold on. That wasn’t—” Azriel’s half-hearted protest was interrupted when Gwyn stood up and tugged off her (it was actually his, but she’d stolen it) hoodie.

“There is nothing I would like more,” Gwyn replied with a wicked-looking grin aimed at Azriel. 

Elain and Gwyn walked down the beach, a trail of discarded clothes marking their path to the lakeshore. 

Slowly, Azriel and Lucien rose and turned as one, as if there were little more than puppets on strings. 

Inky water swallowed pale limbs and soft curves as they walked further out. The two women seemed to glow in the light of the nearly full moon reflecting off the breeze wrinkled surface of the lake. They were ethereal, otherworldly, like nymphs or sirens.

Azriel glanced at Lucien to find the man already looking at him. They exchanged nods, starting to follow the trail their girlfriends had left behind.

Gwyn and Elain stopped when the water was just below their shoulders. He wasn’t sure who moved first, but the next thing he knew their hands were in each other's wet hair and they were kissing. 

“Fuck me.” The words sounded like they’d been punched out of Lucien’s gut.

“Yeah,” Azriel breathed. He shared the sentiment.

“Well boys,” Gwyn’s voice carried over the water. “Are you going to just stand there or are you going to join us?”

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[medusapelagia]

The scorpion and the frog - Harringrove Love Fest 11th February

written for @harringrovelovefest

Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove Prompt: You give love a bad name TW: angst with happy ending

Steve sighs in his dressing room while getting ready to shot, Robin, his personal assistant, got everything ready for him: his favorite snacks, some mango-flavored water, and even his lucky charm, but Steve knew that this movie was going to be the hardest he ever shot.

His reflection looks back at him, mocking him, and he brushes his hair with his fingers trying to fight the anxiety: he looks good, he knows he does, but inside he feels raw. Gulping some flavored water he takes a last glimpse at the script, it’s the first day of shooting so it’s just a sort of warm-up for everyone, still, he wants this to be over as soon as possible.

He takes a pair of Ray-ban and goes outside where the producer is waiting for him.

“Good morning, everyone. Sorry for the delay. I had a phone call…” He starts, but the producer shakes his head.

“Don’t worry, we are still waiting for him.”

Him.

William fucking Hargrove.

“Oh. Is he late?”

“Are you surprised? He is always late.” Max, Billy's assistant, complains “You could start by shooting your scene if you want to.” She suggests while she keeps calling the other actor with her mobile phone; Steve turns toward the producer who is yelling something at the phone with someone else and shrugs, he can’t play an entire scene on his own, he needs at least some direction.

“Are you feeling lost, pretty boy?” 

Steve doesn’t turn to greet Hargrove “You are late.”

“Am I?” The actor asks, shaking his blond mane like a lion.

“You know you are, dick head, now get ready, everyone was waiting for you!” Max scolds him, but Billy ignores her and throws his jacket to one of the assistants.

“I’m ready.”

“You haven’t even taken a look at the script!” Max yells and the boy turns annoyed.

“I don’t need to, Maxine,” he replies and the girl glares at him for using her complete name “I know the script by heart, tell me which scene we are going to shoot and I will be fine.” Then he turns toward a blond girl “Can you fix my makeup, sugar?”

“Chrissy. The name is Chrissy!” Another blond-haired boy replies and Billy turns toward him.

“I don’t give a fuck about what her name is, is that clear? I just care that she does her fucking job. Do you have something to say about that?” Hargrove growls, and the other boy is ready to snarl something back but the girl puts a hand on his arm.

“It’s fine Jason, we are already late. Mr. Hargrove, please follow me.” She says pointing toward the trailer where she has everything ready.

“What a piece of shit.” Robin whispers when Hargrove disappears inside the trailer “I don’t know why Murray chose him as a protagonist.”

Steve sighs, he knows perfectly well why he did: Hargrove is a rising star, every movie has taken at least 50 million at the box office, and he is a safe bet, not like Steve who used to be a baby star and now is working hard to make the leap and finally became a serious actor, not the boy that used to play the kid in that television series years ago.

The ex-child prodigy was so happy at the table read when he first met Hargrove: their chemistry was undeniable and Murray immediately decided to add even more scenes between the two of them, which sounded like a dream at the time, but now Steve is deeply regretting it because more scene together lead to more time spent together and…

“Still daydreaming, pretty boy?”

Steve bites his tongue and smiles back, feeling the sour taste of bile in the back of his mouth “I’m ready when you are Mr. Hargrove.” He replies avoiding the piercing blue eyes.

“Mr. Hargrove is my father.” The blond actor replies offended “Never call me like that again.” Then he lifts Steve’s chin with a finger “I thought we were on first name base, Stevie.” 

If first name base means getting fucked out of his mind in the back of Billy’s Camaro, yeah, they were, but Billy made it clear that he didn’t want any commitment and Steve accepted, not knowing that the damage was already done, that his stupid heart was already in love with the famous actor.

“We were, Billy.” Steve replies, moving away from Billy’s grip and turning toward the set “Are you ready or what?” And Steve should have known better than to reply like that because the innocent smile Billy gives him breaks him even harder.

“Such a hard worker.” Billy says out loud, but when he gets closer to Steve he whispers “Good boys get prizes, did you know that?”

Steve swallows, and curses when he feels something twitching in his pants, but keeps himslef focused: they have a job to do and he can’t fuck this up. If he plays his card well he might even get a Golden Globe nomination.

***

Billy can be an asshole outside the set, but when they are working he is very professional: he never asks for a moment of rest and it’s always eager to hear the director’s opinion on his performance, ready to redo the same scene even fifty times until everyone is satisfied, which today means that Billy grinds against Steve almost all day. One time he is cocky, one time he is sweet, another is angry, and all that Steve has to do is say his line, get a chair, and sits with his legs spread, waiting to find out if Billy will crawl at his feet, or stomping toward him and yank him by his collar, but every single time the scene ends with a passionate kiss between the two of them.

Well, not really the two of them, more like… their characters.

Because Steve is not Andrew and Billy is not Thomas, as Steve keeps repeating to himself every time that Billy’s lips find his and they kiss.

Such a perfect chemistry. 

That’s what Murray said the first time that they read the script together and he wasn’t wrong, only for Billy is just acting while Steve has feelings that have been hurt more than once during the time they have spent together.

Steve pretended to be ok every time Billy drove him home after they met in some seedy motel where nobody asked for their IDs and they could hide in the shadow, away from the public eye, but now that they are so close to each other there is nowhere to run and Steve knows that he is falling for the beautiful actor again, and again, and again and he can read in Robin’s expression that she knows it and she doesn’t like it. At all.

“You must learn how to protect yourself, Steve.” She says while he is resting in his trailer waiting to shoot his next scene “That boy uses you like a toy and you always let him.” She gently scolds him and Steve knows that she is right and he is trying very hard to fight his feelings for Hargrove, but the angel’s face boy promised him Heaven… only to put him through Hell.

“I know that you are right, and I’m doing my best.” He replies, getting out to smoke a cigarette while Robin complains that he will smell like an ashtray for hours.

Steve leans against the trailer, one leg bent against the big wheel and a cigarette in his hands complaining in a soft voice about his stupid love life. If only Billy wasn’t so fucking nice when he brushes Steve’s hair away from his face; if only he didn’t praise him and his work on any occasion, if only… but Hargrove is like that, he likes to play with him like a cat with a mouse.

“He is more of a scorpion kind of guy.” Max says and Steve startles.

“I didn’t see you!” Steve murmurs, and the girl smirks but doesn’t reply, pointing at Steve’s cigarette pack and taking one that she lights with a familiar Zippo, the one he bought in a gas station weeks ago.

“It’s Billy’s.” She confirms “I took it weeks ago and he is still complaining about it.”

Steve raises an eyebrow, surely Hargrove has enough money to buy another one if he wants to.

“Wouldn’t have the same emotional value.” She replies and Steve blushes. It’s not special but it has a skull smoking a cigarette that resembles the one on Billy’s biceps.

“Listen, Billy is an asshole, I know that, but you must understand where he comes from.” Max says, stomping the cigarette's butt to the ground “His father… his father was not a good person, ok? And I know because he married my mom. After a couple of years of marriage and many trips to the ER later, my mom left him and she took Billy with her. He was always good-looking, you know? Everyone wanted a piece of him and he was clever enough to take advantage of that and become one of the most famous actors of the moment: always ready to give just enough of himself to get what he wanted but not enough to get them too close.” She turns toward Steve “With you things are different. He cares about you but he doesn’t know how to prove it to you. He is still his old asshole self. It's like the story of the scorpion and the frog. When the scorpion stings the frog, dooming them both, the frog asks the scorpion why it stung him, and he replies…”

“I am sorry, but I couldn't resist, it's my character.” Steve concludes for her, still holding the filter of the long-gone cigarette “So what you are saying is that I'm the frog and I'm destined to get stung by him because he can't avoid it?”

Max shrugs “Just wanted you to know that you are different from him, but for him changing is hard, even for you. Just... don't let him go. Yet.”

“Yet?” Steve asks, confused, and the girl gives him the Zippo.

“Yet.” She confirms leaving Steve even more confused.

***

On the last day of shooting the director and the producer invite everyone to a big party to celebrate, and Robin somehow convinces Steve to join “We are celebrating and everyone else will be there! You are the co-protagonist, you can’t miss it!” She insists, but the idea of seeing Billy flirting with everyone is killing him. Steve does his best to come up with an excuse, but when the girl comes to his hotel’s room with a smoking he is out of excuses. They are late to the party, everyone is already half drunk on champagne. Steve gives a nod of denial to the waiter who offers him a glass of bubbles and does his best to avoid everyone, even if Robin told him more than once that if he really wants to be taken as a serious actor he should get better at public relations.

He is staring out of the window when he smells it: Billy’s cologne.

“Nice evening, huh?” The blond actor says, getting closer and Steve nods, turning toward the window and staring at their reflections that now are so close.

“Yeah. Congratulations, I heard that even if the movie is not even ready you are already on the list for the Oscar.”

“Are you jealous, pretty boy?” Billy asks with a smirk.

Steve gives him a self-deprecating smile “I already knew you were a good actor. Great even.”

“What does it mean?” Billy growls, stepping toward Steve and almost trapping him between his body and the big window.

“Stop it. Someone could see us.” Steve complains trying to free himself.

“Is that the problem? You don’t want to be seen with me?”

“I’m tired of your lies!” Steve growls, turning abruptly toward Billy “I don’t give a fuck if you are a scorpion or whatever! I don’t want to be your fucking frog! I deserve better!” He sobs, feeling the tears falling from his eyes.

Billy’s smile gets softer “You do.”He whispers on his lips and bends a little until, waiting for Steve to say no, and when he doesn't their lips collide.

Steve is too surprised and confused to stop him, so he lets Billy kiss him and somehow it feels like the first real kiss they ever shared.

“Tell, me what do you want, Steve?” Billy whispers, his long eyelashes fluttering so sensually.

“Wanna be yours…” Steve replies, hating himself for being always so honest “But I don’t want to end up like the frog in the story.

Billy nods, wiping Steve’s tears with his thumb “I’m not good for you. We both know that.” He says “But you are like a fucking magnet to me. This stupid movie wouldn’t even be worth the ticket price if it wasn’t for you. You are great Steve. A great actor, a great person. I’m not like that. I use people for my own purposes and…”

“Can’t you just… trying to stop doing that? For me?” Steve asks, and maybe is the warmth of Billy’s hand on his cheek or maybe Steve is just too stupid and too honest, but the words come out of his mouth before he really thinks about them.

“What if I can’t? What if I’m just a silly scorpion?”

Steve doesn’t want to be the frog, he really doesn’t, but he can’t avoid replying “Then we’ll drown together in the river.”

Billy smiles at him, the soft secret smile that he gave him just a couple of times, the one that feels real, the one that feels warm like a soft blanket, and Steve doesn’t know if he just condemned himself, but when they leave the party, hand to hand, and Billy drives him to his rented house and not to a motel, he feels that this is something new.

Something worth it.

[mira-blue]

amphibia superhero/superpowers AU that takes place in LA & everyone is there & human (i.e. all the frogs are there but not as frogs). the plantars came into anne’s life when a six-year-old sprig found a nine-year-old anne lost in the woods near their farm & they've been inseperable ever since (i may be reprising some elements from a certain flower shop fic of mine). otherwise the story beats are pretty similar to canon up until anne steals the box. when the trio open it, there's a flash & a bang (and three gems draining of colour, though no one notices), but no transportation to another world or anything like that. sasha is unimpressed, anne is late to her own party, and marcy is disappointed.

cue a few weeks later. as a late (and unfitting) birthday gift, the plantars take anne on a camping trip. she does not have a good time for the most part. things get a tiny bit worse when sprig manages to drag her into the more thickly-treed part of the woods, where they promptly get a tiny bit lost. just when anne begins to think now it can't get any worse, they hear a roar, turn around, and are confronted by a not so happy, very much territorial bear. a regular 16 year old & her 13 year old brother are no match for such a creature, but luckily anne hasn't been regular for the last few weeks.

when the bear charges, something that has been sitting idle inside her awakens. power courses through her, glowing blue & fierce, making her much, much faster and stronger. she uses it instinctually, succeeding in frightning the bear off.

when it's gone & her powers fade, anne's response is, of course, what the fuck just happened?

long story short, the opening of the box had given anne some superhuman powers, though anne does not realize that. sprig, the superhero enthusiast that he is, immediately decides that anne should use them for good, and become a hero. anne is very hesitant & not exactly on board with such a plan, until certain events push her to slowly become the heart & hero the box chose her to be. she keeps her identity a secret from everyone, excluding sprig & the plantars (her parents later find out when she gets mortally injured).

unfortunately (or conveniently, depending on how you look at it), around the same time anne is figuring out if she wants to be a hero, a stranger with powers similar to hers comes to light - except this one seems to have already decided they want to be the villain. the stranger, of course, is sasha. since anne doesn't realize her powers came from the box, this doesn't cross her mind at all. sasha, however, had been taking better guesses and suspects that the new hero in town is either one of her best friends, but dismisses it when she assumes neither of them could really stand up to her the way this person does.

sasha, for her part, had only been committing minor crimes for the sake of it at first. but when she gets caught by a certain military captain who goes by grime, things take a different turn. their partnership starts out only because of the benefits they would gain from it; grime keeping sasha's identity a secret while sasha helps out on certain secret military tasks. however, the two of them crave power, you see, and grime had been growing tired of being compliant under the government he served, and with sasha constantly harassing him, defecting is not a hard choice. they abandon their post, sasha's crimes becoming more targeted and serious, as the two of them begin to aim to take over the city (not the whole world, that'd be way too much work).

but wait, you say. that's two out of three. what about marcy?

why, marcy's keeping a low profile. marcy knew exactly what the box would do and exactly who the new hero and villain are. marcy has, in fact, been in touch with a sinister figure that has been tracking the powers of the box for a long time now, hoping to wield it for purposes were much worse than simply taking over the city - but that, marcy doesn't know. all she knows is she's living the dream, being trained to use her powers as best as she could, all while being promised that she and her friends would become the greatest heroes this world (or any other) has ever known.

NOTES ON THE GIRLS' POWERS & DISGUISES:

> their outfits came with their powers, and can be manifested whenever needed. they look similar to their final calamity forms, but with a few differences. namely, face disguises!

> anne is given the alias 'froghero' by sprig. this is because her mask slightly looks like a frog's face. she tries to convince sprig that it looks more like a panda, but sprig retorts by saying that no panda could be blue. the name sticks, and she eventually grows to love it. her powers include super speed, increased strength, and the manipulation of light, and she can summon a magical blue sword at will, though she doesn't often.

> sasha goes by 'the heron'. her mask is a full-face one, and looks like a plague mask, except its more heron-themed. her power include super strength, flight, and the manipulation of fire. she can summon two heron-hilted swords at will, and she does, often.

> marcy thinks up of a dozen hero-names, but the one she becomes known for isn't one she chooses. her true mask is butterfly-shaped. her powers include telekinesis (which allows her to float), super reflexes, and mind-reading & illusions, though she isn't personally fond of using the latter. she can summon a bow and arrow at will, and she usually does.

bonus tidbits:

> anne is still the one that scars sasha's face

> andrias also has his own superpowers, though they're poorly replicated by the core and have taken a physical toll on him

and that's the butter of the AU! it's a bit more fleshed out than this in my head, but since i can't draw & don't (currently) have it in me to write a fic that would do it justice, this is the best way of putting it out in the world for now.

[brionbroadway]

He calls Red kid. 

Shouldn’t have put the kid on team extraction. We need to figure out what’s going on with this kid. If she’s hurt, Gerard, the biggest coward Pinocchio’s ever known, fucking Gerard, challenges the perpetrator to a duel.

Pinocchio’s not sure why he’s jealous, nor is he sure that’s the emotion. He knows a book won’t win you a fight. The rules of a sword don’t matter when the game’s played with magic. 

Red’s no kid. She’s a monster, and Pinocchio thinks that with no judgement. No, just jealousy--though the emotion is still murky. She said she chose her path, but Pinocchio doesn’t buy it. Monsters make the path. Monsters make the rules. Monsters can be better than mothers, if the monster’s like Red and the mother is like his own. 

When Pinocchio would smart-talk his dad, his dad would say wisdom’s a burden no child should have to bear. He thought it was his dad smart-talking him back, but he can’t ask for clarity now. All he has of his dad is the blood on his nose.

That same wisdom is what clarifies his emotion. He is not jealous of Red: they are allies in fates they did not choose, even if hers is preferable.

He is jealous of Gerard, who had the option to run and hide. Who believes that horror is temporal and not permanent. Who can call someone who’s fought battles he’s only read about kid, without a single trace of irony. 

Pinocchio has lied. He’s been rude. He didn’t really have a choice. 

He is jealous that Gerard, the kid’s, only punishment was to turn into a frog. 

[sl33py-day]

A sleepover with Modern AU

Tw: Venti is nonexistent, Y/n being childish some.

Basically a sleepover with a few characters. I’m sick so why not?

“Wait, so are you saying no one asked you out or you just never wanted to date?” It was a sleep over with a couple of your friends. Those friends being Aether, Albedo, Venti, Amber, Hu Tao, and Lumine. Hu Tao suggested that you all play Truth or dare until the take out arrived and you all agreed. You were first to go and you chose dare. Only for Hu Tao to ask if you ever dated someone before. You know, like those middle school ‘Relationships’ that would end in a few days. But it turns out you never dated anyone even though you are in College.

“Oh, a few people told me they liked them but I turned them down.” You told them while hugging a stuffed animal. You don’t realize that Aether and Lumine are looking through your desk for something to take. Like brother like sister they say. Albedo was drawing stuff in his sketchbook, Venti was asleep on your bed even though it was 5 in the afternoon. Hu Tao and amber where the one’s talking with you.

“Now that I answered how bout…..Albedo!” You called out making the said male look up from his sketchbook with a curious look. “Truth or Dare?” You asked him with a smile making his face heat up a bit. Taking a moment to think about his choices he took dare, what’s the worst you could do?

“Hehe, I dare you to draw a cat and a frog!” He looked dumbfounded at what you said. Really? That’s your dare? God you’re so childish it’s kinda funny.

“Why though?” He asked even though he was starting to draw the request. You giggled some more before calming down. “I like your art and I like cats and frogs! So why not get an art piece from my favorite artist!” You should be careful with what you’re saying but you thought nothing of it. The damage was invisible and was already launched at the target.

Even though Albedo looked calm on the outside he was freaking the fuck out. You like his art and he’s your favorite artist?! Does that mean you like him? You like his art so if he makes more for you then you’ll love him! His mind was a mess as he thought about what you said.

Still working on the drawing Aether came back to your bed to sit by you. He looked tired but content with sitting next to you. Lumine on the other hand was jealous of her brother getting more attention than her.

“Hm, I’m kinda sleepy.” Y/n asked as they began to doze off after a while of waiting. The game truth or dare slowly began to stop after they ate some of the food.

“We should get to sleep.” Lumine said before shoving all the boys out and closing the door. The males looked equally confused and annoyed at the blonde haired girls doing. Only for her to open the door to say “You boys will sleep in the room across us. There’s not enough space for all of us.” She slammed the door once again.

Y/n was already fast asleep with Hu Tao and Amber already asleep on the floor. Lumine walked over to the h/c person laying on the soft bed. She pushed the sheets down a bit before slipping into the bed next to y/n. Cuddling up to y/n before falling asleep.

I honestly didn’t have anything in mind and just wanted to write something of the fluff variety.

[whatweknew]

Hey <3

I absolutely love ur work & it makes my day when u post ^^

I saw that u take fluff requests rn :)

So how about this:

(Summer, Almost full moon) going to an old very nature-overgrown lake at night with damon, they get drunk on the way there and listen to all kinds of songs, even singing to some in a dramatic/silly way.

When they get there there’s all kind of sounds (frogs, fishes that come up to catch mosquitoes, crickets chirping) the phone dies aka no music, damon drinks even more & starts a serious topic

The convo leaves an awkward atmosphere & damon to digress just impulsively wants to go for a swim, he does and after a while y/n ain’t having it nomore & wants to go home. Damon tried to “lure” her in but she just laughed at him calling him all kinds of things.

She doesn’t wanna go home alone cuz it’s kinda scary, so she gets near the water & tries to make a compromise, he “makes it look like he’s coming out” only to pull her into the lake with him. She’s shocked and only gets madder with all his stupid drunk giggling (maybe they hug or even kiss in the water?) <3 xoxo

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x fem!reader

Summary: Damon takes Y/N to yet another sight to see

Type: Fluff & some humour

Warning(s): alcohol use

Word Count: 2k

A/N: first offfff thank you so much for the request! Any type of interaction with this account is so appreciated and I'm grateful you chose me for this request :) I'm so happy you're enjoying What We Knew. Good stuff is coming, and I hope you enjoy this one <3

“Come on, let’s go,” he said, standing up,

“What? No, c’mon, let’s just stay here,” her brows furrowed and lips smiled, 

“Let’s go,” he insisted, reaching for her hand and pulling her up,

“Alright, alright,” she sighed, letting him pull her, “but this,” she said, turning behind her and reaching for the too-large flask they had been sharing, “is being refilled and coming with us,” she nodded, rounding the couch to the liquor cart and grabbing a bottle of bourbon, “oh fuck,” she sighed, looking between her hands. Holding the flask in her left and the bottle in her right, her arms swayed without her wanting them to, “nope. Can’t do it,” she shook her head, “here,” she said, holding out the items to Damon, 

“I love that instead of taking your inability to pour a drink as a sign to stop drinking, you just let someone else do it,” he shrugged, grabbing the items and Y/N chuckled,

“Whatever, we’re having fun,” she sighed. He filled the flask and looped his speaker round his wrist before they left the Salvatore Boarding House. 

Damon was always showing her pretty places. Fields, meadows, rivers, forests, the like. So, as they stepped off the Salvatore’s property, into the verdance, she didn’t find herself questioning him or where he was taking her. Surely it would be somewhere beautiful. Somewhere she would love to see during this level of drunkenness. Though, after maybe twenty minutes of walking seemingly aimless through the dark bush, she pondered their destination,

“How much further?” She asked,

“Oh, come on it’s only been twenty minutes,” he rolled his eyes,

“Yeah, which is like, a billion years in drunk people time,” she shrugged and he snorted, that smile spreading across his lips,

“We’re almost there,” he said, glancing at her then forward again when a song neither of them had heard in however long came on,

“Oh my god,” Y/N said, bending her knees slightly in excitement, and Damon let his head back, chuckling at the song. It played for a few second and when they knew it was time for the first verse, Damon spoke up,

“Ready?” He asked, slowing to a stop and turning to her,

“Arabian Prince back with a style that’s hype,”

“Not slow and low, it’s the fast type,”

“Gettin’ dumped!”

“Can you hear the drums?”

“Yo Dre, why don’t you pump it up some?” She laughed, stepping forward,

“I pumped it up so now what’s up?” 

“Yo Yella Boy add a little cut,” she said, bouncing with each step and moving her arms smoothly, 

“What the hell, you think we need some bells?”

“Yeah homeboy might as well,” she shrugged,

“There it is, so now what’s next?”

“A little, so find me a ho-,”

“--oold it, wait a minute, you need somethin’ else in it,” he pointed, and the both of them stopped in their tracks and turned to each other,

“This what I want you to do,” they said in unison, “feel the groove,” they sang, bending their knees, “bust a move,”

“Yo, yo, I’m tired, what about you?” Damon sang,

“Man, this is something to dance to!” Y/N laughed and so did he. They turned forward again and he wrapped his arm over her shoulders. Their bodies moved to the beat, taking their steps with some bounce and their shoulders moving fun. 

“Man that’s wack–” They started again in unison, but as they did, his speaker played that sad little noise and the music silenced. They both groaned,

“Aw fuckkk,” he said, looking up at the sky, “whatever,” he shrugged and rolled his eyes and Y/N chuckled, sighing. She took a deep breath, cheeks sore from smiling so wide. She felt so damn good. Nice little buzz, good music… At least there was, and the one person she was never too tired to see, walking beside her. The otherwise hushed forest came to life as they furthered. Or maybe now that his speaker died she could finally hear what they were missing,

“What is that?” She whispered, slowing to a stop and moving her hair from her ear, “do you hear that?” she smiled and looked up at Damon who’s brows were furrowed

“You really asking me if I can hear that?” He asked and she both scoffed and chuckled,

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes, “I love frogs,” she sighed, stepping forward again,

“I know you do,” he said, “which is one of the reasons I brought you here,” he said and as he did, she could see a small clearing maybe half a dozen yards away. She looked past it, seeing a certain light beyond it bouncing up and down in hundreds of places. As they neared, she saw it was a lake. A smile widened on her face at the sight and she scanned the view. Soft rush sprouted densely around the entirety of the lake, though the body was so large Y/N could see the end only if she squinted. Her shoes met with bumpy rocks of varying sizes and weights and they walked over them, closer to the shore. She could hear the frogs so clearly now. There were so many croaks she couldn’t guess how many scattered the lake even if she wanted to. 

“It’s so…” She said, shaking her head and looking around. She turned to Damon, “it’s so untouched,” she said,

“Too out of the way for tourists that don’t care about nature,” he shrugged, “Get’s decent traffic in July though,” he said looking out to the water. Perfect night he chose to bring her here. There wasn’t a single light nearby and she could imagine how dark it would have been if the moon wasn’t nearly full. She looked up at the sky. Stars scattered the twilight. She saw Venus and the North Star. But quickly her eyes were brought to the moon. So beautiful and bright and precious. She stared at it for a few moments, letting her eyes focus on the brightness against the vast empty space. She saw the craters she had seen so many times and wondered how many other people were looking at the moon, just like her, right now.

“Look at that, you see that?” Damon said, pointing out the lake,

“What?” She asked, turning to him then to the lake

“A fish, it just jumped out,” he smiled, looking at her then back out at the lake, 

“What? Really?” She asked, glancing at him then to the lake again, “Where?”

“There,” he said, stepping forward. His left hand touched her arm and he extended his right over her shoulder so she could see where he was pointing, “that area right there,” he said, letting his arm fall to his side, “keep an eye on it,” he said, and she did. It took only a minute for another fish, maybe the same one, to jump up and catch a fly. She gasped when she saw it and let out a laugh,

“Oh my god, that is so cute,” she said, looking out to the lake. He said nothing, but she felt him looking at her. He pulled the flask from his jeans and unscrewed it, bringing the old steel to his lips. 

“Mm?” He asked, offering her the flask as he swallowed his sip,

“Thanks,” she smiled, grabbing the flask. She turned around, looking for somewhere to sit and enjoy the view. A log, one of few, rested a couple yards behind them and she took a seat. Damon sat next to her and Y/N passed the flask back to him.

“Why do you always take me to these places?” She asked, looking over at him. He raised his brows once before furrowing them. He took a sip and looked out to the lake,

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “‘cause I think you’d like ‘em?” He shrugged again, like he didn’t even know, “whenever I find myself in these places,” he said, taking in a deep breath. He sighed, “I find myself seeing you in every single one of them,” he said, “I bring you to these places because I wanna see your smile. I wanna hear your laugh,” he shrugged, “whenever I have some place to show you, I know I’ll get to see the exact same light in your eyes that I saw before you knew about us,” he said, a little more quiet. Her brows pulled together slightly at this. She thought she had asked such an innocent question. But is answer made her feel otherwise. In truth, she didn’t know how to feel about his words. Had Stefan, Bonnie or anyone else said this to her she wouldn’t have been thinking too hard about it. But Damon said it. And he never said stuff like this. These words were laced with something deeper than concern or appreciation. She knew it was, but she couldn’t pinpoint it. Not without feeling completely out of bounds. She didn’t say anything, and didn’t even realise it until he brought the flask to his lips again and took another swig.

“Let’s go for a swim,” he nodded, screwing the cap back on and standing up. He slid the flask in his pocket and shrugged off his leather jacket. She smiled, thinking still of his words. Though, the smile dropped as she registered what he just said,

“Um, no,” she shook her head,

“What? Why?” He asked,

“Damon I am fully dressed and under the influence of alcohol,” she said,

“Yeah and I was a lifeguard in the 80’s and unless you’re going commando right now, it doesn’t really matter,” he shrugged,  “strip,” he said, pulling off his shirt. Y/N laughed,

“No, Damon, come on,” she groaned,

“Let’s gooo,” he said, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans,

“Damon I am not swimming,” she said,

“Fine, fine, whatever, Fear from Inside Out,” he rolled his eyes and the widest smile spread on her face. She clapped, throwing her head back and laughing,

“You did not just fucking reference Inside Out,”

“Hey, I am an incredibly well-rounded individual, okay?” He chuckled, facing her as he walked backward to the shore. He pulled off his pants and balled them up, throwing the denim onto the pile of clothes near Y/N. She chuckled glancing down his body for a only a moment, then back to his face, still chuckling,

“Well, enjoy. Let me know how it is,” she raised her brows once. He smiled, shaking his head and turned around. He stepped into the water slowly, taking his time. “Oh my god, Y/N, you gotta get in here,” he said, turning around when he stood waist deep, “it’s warm as hell,” he said,

“Hell is really hot, Damon. Maybe even hotter than you,” she joked and for a moment she caught him smirking and looking away, “I don’t know if I wanna touch something an estimated eight-hundred kelvin,” she shrugged and he shook his head,

“Come on,” he said, walking a little closer to the shore,

“Damon no,”

“‘Damon, no’,” He imitated, “come on,” he gestured with his head, water now at his calves, “take off your shoes and feel how warm it is,” he shrugged, crossing his arms. She looked at him, narrowing her eyes slightly as she decided whether or not she would. 

“Fine,” she said, tilting her head, “but we’re going home after,” she crossed her arms dramatically,

“Fine,” he said, mimicking her crossed arm. She chuckled and leaned down, untying her laces and kicking her shoes off. She pulled off each sock and stuffed them in her shoes, “are you sure it’s okay for humans?” She asked, walking over the uncomfortable rocks and pebbles,

“Yes, I’m sure,” he nodded. She stepped forward, stopping before the water. She looked down then up at him, “well come on then,” he said, beckoning with his hand. She smiled and took a step, feeling the warm as hell water. 

“Damn,” she said, taking a few more steps, getting closer to him, “this is nice,” she nodded, looking back up at him,

“I know right?” He raised his brows once and tilted his head. She smiled and looked to the side, out at the huge lake stretching so far. Then she turned to him again and met a certain smile.

“What?” She chuckled. He said nothing, only narrowed his eyes and his smile deepened into a smirk. The smile fell from her face,  “Damon, Damon, no,” she said and he grinned. She turned around but before even leaving the water, Damon reached forward with impressive speed and wrapped his arms around her, “Damon!” She yelled and he lifted her up walking them backwards,

“We’re going!” He said, “it’s too late!” He said and turned to the side, falling into the water. Her body submerged in the wet lake. God. Her clothes already stuck to her skin like that certain plastic wrap you can never get off your hands. Though, it wasn’t cold. Somewhat to her dismay, it was actually enjoyable. It felt like a warm hug around her arms. Damon gave hugs like that. Safe and big and friendly. Her feet met tiny rocks and she pushed herself past the surface,

“Oh my fucking god, Damon!” She said immediately, sucking in a breath and slicking her hair back, rubbing her eyes. He laughed hysterically, clapping his hands and legs staggering about, “you are so fucked up,” she said, unable to control the amusement and laughter in her tone. She laughed, shaking her head, just loving the sounds of joy he made. She narrowed her eyes at him and leaned forward. Palms against his chest, she shoved him forward. He was too busy laughing at her to save himself and she pushed him right in. His head fell under the surface but he stood himself up quickly,

“That was good, that was good,” he chuckled, wiping his hair back. A single strand fell back against his forehead and Y/n tried to ignore how cute it looked, “I definitely deserved it,” he smiled, wading toward her,

“I cannot believe that you did that,” she shook her head and crossed her arms, “now I’m all cold,” she put on a fake frown but her eyes were too full of fun,

“Aw, how sad,” he pouted, “I guess we’ll have to swim in this warm water for a little longer then,” he shrugged.

Masterlist

[ralexsol]

PD characters but I give them wc names and Clans and lore and oh god this spiraled into so much more than it was originally meant to be ENJOY!! Characters listed by Clan & position <3 Lemme know who I missed and I'll add them in a reblog, can be as obscure as possible

THUNDERCLAN:

Dakota (Redblaze): ThunderClan. Yeah there's no nuance for him Dakota is just straight fucking ThunderClan. Parents died when he was a kit and he's determined to be the best warrior the Clans have ever seen

Summer (Greenspirit): ThunderClan. Was an apprentice with Dakota. She would sometimes see him sneaking out and follow along, revealing herself if she saw the pd getting into bad trouble. A lot of cats think it likely that she'll end up as deputy eventually due to her responsibility and quick thinking

Alan (Boulderscreech): ThunderClan. There's not much to say about Alan tbh, but Dakota enjoyed training with him when they were both apprentices together (only for a short time before Alan became a warrior)

Tide (Tidestorm): ThunderClan. I know he's water themed but this guy's code of honor is stronger than fuckinnnn idk some bitch from the og arc before everyone started getting mates in other Clans. Dakota's mentor

Seismic (Dustspring): ThunderClan. Idk enough about him to give him a storyline. Aspiring to be deputy but not doing the best. Littermate of Tide, obvsly

Doug (Flamesplash): Medicine cat apprentice of ThunderClan. Originally a warrior, an accident costed him the use of his hind legs. Determined to still be useful to the Clan, he decided to be a medicine cat, despite finding a lot of the work boring. Unfortunately, he doesn't actually believe in StarClan

Elle (Eagleflight): Medicine cat of ThunderClan. Littermate of Tide. Doesn't talk too much, very focused on her work. May or may not have been the secret cause of Shockwave's untimely death during the first pd arc. Looking to somehow take over the Clan, as she thinks her special connection to StarClan makes her the only fit cat to lead

Ms. G (Twilightstar): Leader of ThunderClan. She's always very observant of the apprentices and makes sure they're getting their proper training and their opinions heard. Dakota was originally devastated that she didn't make him her apprentice before learning to love Tide as the father he'd lost as a kit

Harlem (Slinkshade): Deputy of ThunderClan. He was a big part of some previous prophecy, think a super edition set before the pd's first arc. That's when he had to prove himself and he earned the respect of Ms. G, now he's the deputy

WINDCLAN:

William (Wispbreeze): Medicine cat apprentice of WindClan, but he thinks he's ShadowClan at heart (he's half-Clan <3). Think Breezepelt but not a fucking bitch. The only reason he chose to be in WindClan with his dad is because he did NOT want to be in the same Clan as David. He's the medicine cat only because right after he became an apprentice he fucking died and had some crazy vision from StarClan before coming back to life. Oh he's also like Leafpool cause he's got the stupid double forbidden relationship thing going on cause of his crush on Vyncent

Jimmy (Brambleface): WindClan. As apprentices, he often bullied William for no good reason. Ratted William out whenever he caught him sneaking off. They even got into a physical fight at one point that Lightspeed interrupted before William could get his ass handed to him

Whirlwind (Whirlwind!!): WindClan. Littermate of Magma. Nearing his time as an elder, but remains one of the senior warriors for now. Regular guy, nothing special

Le Frog (Frogleap): WindClan. He somehow can escape any situation. Whenever William sneaks out of camp they somehow run into each other and William is just about ready to kill him

Pretender (Ripplesight): Medicine cat of WindClan. If anyone gets visions from StarClan, it's him. He's not the most present mentor for William, but he's good enough. Often thinks there are omens in anything he comes across

Magma (Scorchstar): Leader of WindClan. A very strict leader and punishes harshly those who violate the warrior code. He's not a big fan of William because of this, and often lectures him about trusting other Clans too much. Littermate of Whirlwind

Lightspeed (Lightstreak): Deputy of WindClan. Not much to say about her except that she's caught William sneaking out of camp one trillion times and she's getting tired of it

RIVERCLAN:

Vyncent (Sparksoul): RiverClan. Really good at adapting to different situations. Also just a guy who's there sometimes. Wasn't originally born in the Clan, but was found as a kit and saved. While he feels accepted and loved by his Clanmates, he still wonders where he came from and who his real parents are

Cantrip (Tripclaw): RiverClan. Big reason why William was jealous of her was because she's in the same clan as Vyncent. She thinks their shenanigans are stupid

Jax (Duskwing): RiverClan. One of the more arrogant warriors, constantly arguing with Mynerva, who he thinks stole the deputyship from him. Likes to pick on the apprentices for no good reason other than the fun of it

Flow (Shimmerhaze): RiverClan. Unnaturally good at a lot of stuff and nobody knows how she does it. Very quiet swimmer too

Cross (Lightningwhisker): Medicine cat of RiverClan. As eccentric as any good medicine cat. Another cat that gets pulled into the pd's antics, but usually loves helping out. Believes a lot in the next generation of warriors. Nobody knows how old he is but everyone's pretty sure he was around even before the last leader of RiverClan. Also shares crazy stories of quests he went on during his youth, probably a part of some old prophecy

Jason (Orchidstar): Leader of RiverClan. He's on his last life and the rest of the Clan is starting to doubt his ability to lead. He's THAT RiverClan/WindClan leader that's always super annoying and won't agree with the main leader because the plot needs some political opposition

Mynerva (Mistyfrost): Deputy of RiverClan. Vyncent's mentor, but wasn't happy about it. She believes in strong Clan blood, and is in fact one of the only Clanmates to dislike Vyncent because of his outsider origins. Jason made her his mentor to train that attitude out of her, in preparation for when she'd eventually become leader. Otherwise, she's an extremely intelligent deputy, and everyone's just waiting for her to take Jason's place

SHADOWCLAN:

Bookworm (Wormpaw): ShadowClan. Wordsmith's apprentice. Loves joining in on pd adventures. He doesn't really like it in ShadowClan and often voices this to them

Xavier (Stonepelt): ShadowClan. Hot-headed new warrior, likes to pick a fight with other border patrols. Often told off by Wordsmith. Often seen with Cantrip and Alan at gatherings, despite his dislike for other Clans

Mr. Wilson (Moonsong): ShadowClan. This guy is plotting to cause a revolution and depose Mal, but hasn't actually recruited anyone yet. He has trust issues

David (Webmist): Medicine cat of ShadowClan. He's William's older brother obvsly and half-Clan, but chose to stay in ShadowClan with their mother. Always gets others to do his dirty work. Lies about prophecies and such for his own purposes. Often mocks William when the medicine cats gather at the Moonstone

Mal (Silentstar): Leader of ShadowClan. What else do you expect. This guy is basically Tigerstar tbh but without the Clan change. Known for manipulating other leaders at Gatherings. What he would give to take over the whole Forest

Wordsmith (Thornwhisper): Deputy of ShadowClan. This guy has his eye on the pd simply because he keeps finding them sneaking around ShadowClan territory investigating. Begrudgingly has been working with them on occasion because he's become aware of the corruption in the Clan and he wants to change that

CATS OUTSIDE THE CLANS:

Ashe: Kittypet. Sorry but this guy got accidentally roped into the shenanigans of the pd (all apprentices during s1 ofc) and then StarClan went hmm actually let's make him part of the prophecy. Can use the powers of dead cats

Mark: Rogue. This guy originally was raising his son in the wild but eventually left him at some twoleg's place so he'd be safe. Visits from time to time but would never fucking stay. Hates the Clans because they're a bunch of obnoxious pricks, yada yada (he secretly was once a member of RiverClan but shhh he left or got kicked out depending on who you ask. Warrior name was Wavestrike)

Tony: Loner. He lives near ThunderClan territory and Dakota has run into each other a couple times (during his secret rule-breaking expeditions). They both agree not to tell ThunderClan about where they've been (Tony being near the border and Dakota being over it) if the other doesn't

Overlord (Jaggedtooth): Exiled ThunderClan warrior. He was the one who killed Dodgeboy for good. He's currently plotting his revenge and takeover of ThunderClan. Currently working with Mark

Shockwave (Shockwave lmao): StarClan spirit. He's Tide's littermate, killed during the first pd arc (imagine him having the dramatic death of a first book). He and Dakota were good friends before his death. Often secretly tries to help the pd despite StarClan's wishes

Dodgeboy (Dodgestar): StarClan spirit. He was the last leader of WindClan, recently deceased. This is the guy who gave William his first prophecy as an apprentice

Kemuri (Smokestep): StarClan spirit. Former WindClan warrior. He often helps William out and guides him through visions. This guy is old as fuck, from a whole different era

The Trickster (TrickSTAR ahahahha): Dark Forest spirit. Who the fuck knows what Clan he was originally part of. He is 5 different guys after all

[creampuffqueen]

i see those tags. tell us about the playlists

omg okay so the playlist i chose was my amphibia band au playlist, here's the masterpost if you want to read about it/listen to the playlists

also some notable blorbo playlists:

hail clouds: this is an original story i'm writing and not only does this playlist perfectly describe the characters it ALSO follows a color scheme. i'm so proud of it

songs about my frog show blorbos: i mean what it says in the title. i listen to this playlist to think about amphibia and cry

adventurecore 2.0: best roadtrip playlist everrrrr

she deserved better than you: this is about fucking warrior cats. i'm so serious. for my warrior cats mutuals, it's the bramblesquirrel playlist about how fucked up their relationship is

you've fallen in love with your childhood best friend: playlist for my favorite trope ever to ever

tfw ur werewolf boyfriend is manipulative af: also for an original story. about a manipulative werewolf boyfriend, go figure

WoFaD feels: a playlist for one of my first fanfics ever. god i'm going so far back on my spotify

so there you have it! i can't stop making playlists. i love music holy crap. feel free to listen to these on spotify lol

[catchyhuh]

i bet you were insufferable as a child

and since we know this about lupin and jigen for a fact we’re actually just gonna focus on the other three for now! yippee!! the "tms forgot i exist" special lineup!

fujiko:

i know she was a weird girl. i KNOW this bitch had a gigantic bookshelf filled with all the standard cute, girly beginner chapter books, but also those big fucking scholastic book fair pretend spy kits and shit. i don’t think she was ever the “play in the dirt and come home covered in grass stains and mud” type of kid, mostly because it just felt gross to her, but i DO think she was completely unhinged in an indoors sense. the kind of child who just starts talking your ear off acting like they know everything there is to know about frogs because they read one book so OBVIOUSLY they know ALL about FROGS!! 

absolutely adored those cheap horrible nail polish sets where the brush is the size of a q-tip swab. she also chewed on her nails though, so imagine the standard tiny hand with thin, watery, glittery purple polish on just the roundest, bluntest nails possible. that same hand is also thinking really hard about how to best pocket your coin purse though so like,

i think she had siblings. she was in the perfect spot where she wasn’t in the league with the older, more achieved kids, but wasn’t young enough to be babied and spoiled like the little ones. which takes quite a strange toll on you growing up. it’s why her demeanor now tends to go between taking advantage of the fact a lot of people don’t expect anything from her, to “why are you ignoring me?! what’s that about!!”

fujiko def developed her evil selfgaining tendencies before she even left the fifth grade. if you think she’s difficult to bargain with NOW, imagine what she was like in middle school when [pogs/pokemon cards/silly bandz/insert era appropriate cafeteria currency here] was big. she went through the school system curating personal black markets. it would be impressive if she wasn’t so terrifyingly cutthroat about it

in the nicest way possible, if the stars had aligned, and by some miracle all five of them were the same exact age and met in kindergarten, she… would not have been friends with any of them. well, partially. there’s a very sharp gender divide when you’re first starting school, so i think she kind of “made friends” with nice enough girls, but she absolutely thought lupin was obnoxious, she thought goemon didn’t like her because he rarely spoke to her, jigen thought it was hilarious to antagonize her, and zenigata was just kind of whatever, like he wasn’t a jerk, but he wasn’t exceedingly nice. like he gave her a colored pencil to borrow and that was the extent of that. at best, if goemon was forced to really socialize, she and goemon would get along well enough, but that’s also because she’s bossy as HELL and goemon just goes along with whatever, even now, so ESPECIALLY back when he was an impressionable child!

goemon:

god. you know the kid that sits on the edge of the playground that the teachers all go “aw, bless his heart. just a little old soul.” poor baby goemon

i don’t really think there was as much pressure on goemon to live up to his legacy the way there was for lupin. i’ve mentioned it before, but goemon’s relationship with the original goemon is very different from lup’s relationship with his grandpa, or even dad, and it’s not just because of the time gap. goemon CHOSE to emulate his nakesake’s abilities and talents, where lupin kind of had no choice. and because of this, goemon’s transition into his current lifestyle was much more gradual. i’d say he probably only started making an effort to BE “goemonlike” when he reached his mid-to-late teens. i know hes like 17 in the og manga so if any of this contradicts that Shh no it doesn’t

his quietness wasn’t entirely the result of being shy either. he just didn’t really know what to say at most points? he was (and still is) pretty blunt, and realized pretty quickly and very naturally that people outside of his immediate family didn’t know what to make of him when he answered rhetorical questions completely honestly and sincerely. so he kinda just. retreated inward a bit. he started to get a bit more talkative as he grew, but then he committed to his training and learned the importance of “meaning every word you say” so then he started getting quiet AGAIN

you would think he would be the easiest kid to look after. uh no. even in a pre-slashy slashy era he’s very naturally destructive, which is insane given how tenderly he treats certain stuff within the house. you go “ok goemon this is my dog’s favorite food bowl. it belonged to HER mom so that’s very old for dogs.” and he gives you this exceedingly serious nod and uses both hands to slowly set it down on the ground for the dog to eat out of. but then you go “goemon is that your great great great grandfather’s handmade teapot?” and he goes “is it?” and just in the process of him setting it on the counter it has shattered in two. little man is devastated but hey nobody was drinking out of that thing anyway so just krazy glue that fucker and the tears will subside

zenigata:

is there anything at all funnier than an angry 6yo. yeah. an angry 2yo. and even funnier than that, an angry infant. he didn’t even have anything to actually be pissed about, that’s just naturally how his eyebrows sit and HAVE been his entire life. i would give up my pinky just to see even a glimpse of the absolute comedy jackpot known as his baby pictures

not a revolutionary take by any means but he was definitely the “YOU CAN’T DO THAT WE’RE GONNA GET IN TROUBLE!!” kid. however he was absolutely not even REMOTELY the “didn’t we have homework?” kid because you know damn well he never remembered to do that shit. unless he knew a kid he didn’t like ALSO didn’t do the homework, then yeah, he’d absolutely go down with the ship just to get back at the little bastard. 

in that same vein he would absolutely be the easiest to babysit. “but his demeanor--” shh you are thinking too far ahead. this guy has no obligations. this guy has personal beef with like two random kids in his neighborhood. he has yet to grow a taste for calling superiors idiots who don’t know what they’re talking about. so as long as you actually tell him in plain terms “please do x” or “don’t do y because z” he’ll be fine. you tell this kid to set the table and he’s tripping over his feet putting the spoons and forks in the wrong places. also you’re just having chicken nuggets so i don’t even know why he did that. he didn’t grab plates.

do not mistake the above for him being a “good” kid because this just means he was unfortunately one of those horrible kids who are very polite in front of certain people and absolute monsters in front of those he doesn’t like. does that sound contradictory to the above bullet points? that’s just how children are. he was not a bully at any point in his life but he was so extreme with his ANTI bullying shit that he ended up in the principal’s office just as much, covered in bruises and star wars bandaids. all throughout his school years. he was still doing this shit in high school he’d overhear somebody being a douchebag and just push them off the bleachers. let ‘em fall 10 feet it builds character.

[olreid]

I’d love to hear your Neverafter thoughts, you always have such interesting takes!

literally JUST finished it that whole episode was nothing lol. it just had no stakes, no consequences stuck, they got like six dice to roll for every box of doom check, PIB STOLE BACK THEIR SACRIFICES so literally nothing matters, none of the antagonists felt real, everyone that died came back to life... who give a shit

i truly dont have anything to say that i havent already said so in lieu of more interesting or insightful commentary please accept this borderline incoherent list of stuff that pissed me off:

red tokens NOTHING? NOTHING AT ALL?

stepmother gets defeated then suddenly becomes remorseful and emotionally mature for no reason at all? ok

gander and jack endings implying that no one would choose to be naughty or bad or evil or to harm others if they had the choice? WRONG and reductive and belies a fundamental misunderstanding of how the world works

sleeping beauty new story she's good at spindles now? and that fixes it? individualist solve for structural issues of child abuse and predation stupid stupid stupid 

pinocchio TURNING INTO REAL BOY? COME ONNN just no critique or interrogation of the stories' original goals, the moral should not be that the times of shadow prevented good people from meeting their goals and so now that they have authorial power they can just go back to succeeding at whatever was normatively expected of them. the point is WHO DO THOSE GOALS SERVE. but no

gerard “trying to get my kingdom back from my parents who were cool with me being a frog which was fucked up” yeah thats the issue with royals :) gerard will be a good prince so that totally fixes kingdoms :) nailed it

we’re supposed to believe that cinderella and snow white when given authorial powers just essentially chose to stay in their original stories??? what even goes on

[neverchecking]

The links with their kids

Wild,sage,twilight and courage kids just chew off the leash somehow

The triplets kids stomach is a black hole, they can eat anything. For some reason zelda told Cal to eat a frog straight from the ground and somehow eating an alive frog didn't kill him.

The cringe links are gremlins, koridai's kid is the class clown that always ends up in fights and courage's kid is the definition of woke up and chose violence. Definitely lightly bullies his siblings and porpoisely causes chaos and gray hairs for the links who aren't courage.

Sky's kid is just like him when it comes to how they can sleep anywhere. But hey at least reader wouldn't have to deal with the little one crying at night when they were a baby. Probably just watches the fights between the links and their siblings with a snack.

The idea wise that Legend's kid seems to be exactly the opposite of their fathers personality intill they feel petty and just ues any object near them as a weapon, the said can be the same for sages child.

Wars daughter has black mail for EVERYONE and uses it against her other fathers when they won't give her what she wants and watches the fights with sky's kid. Little girl is already a manipulator, blame that on wars and Artemis.

Time,fierce and first kids are the only ones trying to stop the fights.

Ravio's kid is already knows how to do tax evasion

Hyrule and fours kids are those kids who just stare at people they don't know(you know those ones)

They absolutely do. It becomes a game of getting more heavy duty leashes and the kids finding more and more creative ways to slip out of them.

The trip kids for sure inherit their fathers' appetites. it's a problem. Moreso when they go from food to more...adventurous snacks.

Their kids are the WORST. they are the kids that are always the loudest in class and get kicked out for making a fool out of the teachers. Courage's kid for sure makes fun of all his siblings, does not matter if they're older or younger. The other links are sick of his shit gnogng

Sky's kid? Best kid. For sure. Across the board. Biggest cuddle bug and has the biggest smiles. he's such a cutie patootie.

Legend's kid being a sunshine child is also so fucking funny to me especially if Sage's kid is also the same. My personal hc for Sage's kid is they're on the shyer side. Like they don't like people and they'll hide behind sage's legs whenever they get the chance bc c'mon scary papa bear? Sign me UP.

Wars daughter is ABSOLUTELY the mastermind behind EVERY snack heist. She had dirt on EVERYONE and only one who can ever get a step ahead is Reader and even then it's fifty fifty. i imagine she protects the softer kids yk? Starts fights between the cringe kids.

Those kids are the backbone of the house fr.

Ravio's kid is the family accountant. who yes, does commit tax evasion.

[zoobus]

The Bad Ending of an Otome

From time to time I've expressed a desire to explain otome isekai's appeal to me through a pastiche of my favorite writing pieces from tumblr, the Scorpion and the Frog. I still have not followed through, despite the fact that it should be literally the easiest thing in the world - the Villainess and Her World. Frustrating.

Anywho, today's scorpion/frog meta regards the jealous hater replacement heiress of a beautiful but terminally ill child in a dating sim.

The original game followed a girl who happened to look just like the now terminally dead Ophelia, who was previously alive and loved by all. The identical not-twin fills the Ophelia-shaped hole left in everyone's heart. The jealous hater replacement heiress (the villainess/frog, naturally) is quickly replaced and eventually killed for jealous hater maneuvers. Our main character (MC) of course reincarnates as the frog.

The first twist is a genre staple, could almost be considered the blueprint every story builds off of; rather than a specific, vindictive bitch... What if I was kind? What if I chose not to do anything that would make them want to kill me? What if I simply befriended the terminally ill Ophelia?

But like any good OI, the subversion takes it somewhere specific, someplace more personal. What if I befriended the terminally ill Ophelia...and still coveted everything she had? What if you're forced to realize it's actually pretty hard to not be a jealous hater when you're sitting side by side with someone effortlessly wealthier, prettier, more beloved than anything you'll ever experience? Especially when the beautiful dying Ophelia was honestly kind of a hateful bitch? And what if, despite all of this, you truly loved her? And that love didn't extinguish your overwhelming envy for what you could never have? This is an OI framing of what it's like to lose your best friend, the person no one else knew or loved like you did, to a slow, unstoppable terminal illness. It's a look at real friendship while harboring immense amounts of envy and hatred.

There's this tension with whether the MC really liked Ophelia, if she's saying "friend" or "love" out of habit rather than sincerity, whether Ophelia was just a bully using her wealth and power to manipulate someone she essentially owns, if her comment about dying with her are more about avoiding the the future or maybe placating a sick person, and nice little nuanced character things meant to keep you on your toes about the nature of their relationship. Area woman uncertain if she's being bullied or if this is girl bonding kind of stuff.

At times it would be logical to pity Ophelia, to despise her at others, even to take a certain amount of schadenfreude in this popular hot rich girl's pain. I liked the various ways the narrative muddied MC's perspective of Ophelia. She's an unpleasant, mean person that MC has to stick with whether she wants to or not.

I loved Ophelia. A lot.

Now of course they don't let this girl look terminally ill - this is a princess comic after all - but lmaooo do they let her act it. Ophelia is *Bitter* that she has to die. *Terrified* of the inevitable. *Seething* over the expectation that she suffer through future agonizing symptoms just so her family can see her longer. *Furious* at these lovesick horny men courting her like they don't know her days are numbered. "Oh I worship you Ophelia, nobody's made me feel this way before, no woman will ever measure up to you" she knows they only like her cause she's hot. Ophelia is so hostile, so spite-filled, so fucking mad that not only does she have to die young, these people who claim to love her are - in both overt and subtle ways - pressuring her to take her imminent death gracefully, quietly, and above all else, beautifully. Foisting dignity on this teenager who's going into her casket kicking and screaming. If Ophelia had a tumblr she'd spend her time browsing vent tags and sending suicide bait.

Her character is so good, I was unfairly irritated by her in-game replacement who hadn't done anything yet. You really get where Ophelia's at times excessive hatred for the male love interests was coming from because like...wow. You're going full yandere eternal prisoner bad end for her...? This innocent good girl lamb who wants the best for everyone? No matter how similar they look, the fact that she offers a kind word and a helping hand would break any TRUE Ophelia stan's immersion instantly. She would never.

Anyway. Stories centered on the friendship between girls that aren't overly saccharine or stilted displays positivity are sadly uncommon, but they're my favorite. Like not to be aro on main but I think what others get out of tales of romance is how I respond to tales of deep friendship between women. Asobi Asobase, Binbougami Ga, Nichijou, Surviving Romance, they all fulfill some base desire that no one else seems to cherish as strongly😢

When we finally get confirmation, I have to admit. I stared at this page for like three minutes, eyes wet.

Spoilers! She did love her. She loved her more than anyone.

[jenthebug]

Whole-ass life update

insertcaffeine vs. weed: Weed’s winning. I’ve gotten stoned every night this week, because every day this week has been frustrating, exhausting, or both. I’ve done my ASL lessons, and then taken an edible. Tonight, though, no edibles. I’ll be dropping Jay off at a friend’s house and doing some ASL study, that’s it.

Jay: One of his friends has a legit Disney World Dad, who is taking the friend to legit Disney World, and offered to let her bring a friend! She chose Jay. So Jay is going to Disney World for a week, starting tomorrow. 

Work: [frog emoji][tea emoji] One of the MAs, the one who we thought up and quit last time, actually up and quit this time. We work in a very non-toxic workplace that doesn’t suffer gossip well, so nobody has told me what really went down. One one hand, this is good (obviously). On the other, I wanna know.

Also, New Lady was hired part-time for bariatrics (my clinic) and part time for maternal-fetal medicine (the clinic next door), and she’s started training next door. So I’m tired. x_x

Beauty: I’ve decided that it’s my duty to Serve. Up. Lewks. in Boston for Twin Bro's graduation. Glow the fuck UP. I’m working on makeup looks. I’m trying a new brand of press-on nails (Dashing Diva MagicPress, I’m impressed so far). I’m seriously considering a wig and new glasses. The graduation is a perfect excuse to get all done up, but I’ve been wanting to glow up for a while. Because really, why not?

Soba: Jay took a really cute picture of him.

[bardicbeetle]

hey. Hey. You got any analysis of the Lost Boys or thoughts on the movie to share? who's your favorite character in it and why??

@abalonetea

Analysis on the movie I've been many levels of obsessed with since age 14 you ask?

...this is going to end up undercut for length I can already feel it.

The Lost Boys is my comfort movie, my I-feel-like-shit-nothing-is-fixing-it movie, my I-can't-write-please-help movie and my go-to for when I am inflicting media upon a new friend. I know it backwards forwards, upside down and inside out, I own the out of print novelization written by Craig Shaw Gardener, I posted the original prequel script to fanfiction.net in the early 2010s because I found it buried in a forum post and wanted it to be easier to find, I have listened to every version of cry little sister that G Tom Mac has ever put out in addition to the entire stage musical he produced. The fic I wrote for it in 2011 is still on Wattpad and to this day for some fuck ass reason gets 1000s of hits per year. I have another fic for it on ao3 that still takes up brainspace for me on a minimum weekly basis.

I.

Honestly do not know who I am as a writer if not for this film.

It is such a huge part of who I am as both a fan of media and a vampire writer and as a horror enjoyer in general.

And it is undeniably, baked into its bones, queer as fuck.

Not just from the overt point of here is a film in the 1980s about men sharing blood, directed by an openly gay man, hands us platonic and familial and romantic interactions between male characters, who are allowed to hold one another, allowed to express emotion, allowed to exist freely and without shame I am--so very abnormal about this movie.

I'll be the first to admit it's not perfect by any means, it very much exists a time capsule of its era, but also, to momentarily put the bar on the floor, it isn't slur laden and full of take-backs for any of the emotional vulnerability like other things around then were (see: Once Bitten, which while unarguably very much more on the comedy side of horror-comedy, i'm going to put into the same category by virtue of Camp Vampire Movies of the 80s).

It hands us one of my favorite mothers of all time. Lucy Emerson is a treasure, she spends the whole movie trying her goddamn best to remember that she is stronger than anyone gives her credit for. That she chose to divorce an abusive man, pick up her two sons, and leave without more than signing the papers and getting out. She doesn't care if they're poor, she doesn't care if she could have gotten something from her ex-husband, she wants her boys safe and there is a very large implication that sticking around to do the whole song and dance would have ended badly. Lucy lives for her sons, she wants so badly to make the world easier for them than it was for her, she wants to be part of their lives and part of their interests even if she does not understand them, and I maintain that Had Max Actually Succeeded, it would not have been long before the Lost Boys themselves were Lucy's as much as her own two sons, and that would not have ended well for Max. Protecting mother, lioness, made to be underestimated so you are always caught off guard.

Edgar and Alan Frog are near and dear to my heart, these idiot vampire hunter children were just so very much what my brother and I were in terms of Making Up Games To Play--ignoring the fact that for these two it's real, not that it ever had been before the Emerson family rolled into town and Sam's brother got mixed into the Lost Boys group. Edgar wanting to be in charge of things and wanting to protect the people he cares about and the town he is too stubborn to admit he loves despite being what, 12? 14? Alan being quieter but just as absolutely ready to go "yeah we are totally experts at this" as his twin, the fact that neither of them have any idea what they are getting into. Dipping barely into the sequels territory (which...they aren't good. by any definition. but Edgar and Alan are the best part of them both) we get Edgar dealing not only with his perceived loss of Alan to half-vampirism, but his whole loss of Sam after having to kill him and I just.

Ugh.

NOW, dipping into the main event there is Michael, who spends this whole movie just trying to figure out where the hell he's supposed to belong at this point. He doesn't see any point in starting a new high school in his senior year, he doesn't want to upset his mother by just absolutely dropping off the planet, he cares deeply about his family and wants to help however he can because they are struggling for money. So what does this seventeen year old kid do? He starts picking trash up off the beach for eight hours a day. He gives that money to his mother under the guise of it being "leftover from christmas" because he doesn't want her to worry about him working. He feels so fucking lonely without the friends he left behind in Phoenix and he feels like he's too old to supplant himself into a new friend group in Santa Carla before everyone goes their separate ways after high school anyways.

Enter Star and the Lost Boys.

Yes, Michael is taken in by Star because she's beautiful and mysterious and he's a teenage boy seeing nipples through a tank top, but beyond that he sees in her, in David and the others, how self sure they all are of the decisions they've made. This group is all within his age, they're all living in a goddamn sunken hotel half claimed by the ocean, they have motorcycles like him, they smoke weed and eat chinese food and Marko keeps pigeons and Dwayne can skateboard and Paul is a music nerd and what the fuck how do they manage to seem like they have their lives more together as a group of teenage runaways than he does?

He's enamored with it, obsessed with it, the movie speeds up a timeline of something that does in fact happen over the course of a couple weeks, of him hanging out with them, slowly experiencing more and more symptoms of vampirism from the blood he drank the first night, unable to stop coming back, unable to really figure out what it is they have figured out that he doesn't, and hoping that maybe if he stays with them he will eventually feel the same confidence in his own existence that they do.

But couple that with the horrifying reality that he is becoming a monster. His younger brother is terrified of him, the family dog bites him, the horses won't go near him, he pulls a mouse out of a trap freshly dead and squeezes it like a spent juice box into his mouth, he is falling apart at the seams by the time David decides it's time to finish things. And that's what David wants, he wants Michael in a position where he is no longer lucid enough to resist once there's blood in the air.

And it almost fucking works.

I stand by my belief that the entire movie hinges on the beach party where the Lost Boys kill a whole bunch of Surf Nazis. The whole thing, the outcome of the final fight, the failure of Max's plan, all of it hangs on that one night, and whether or not Michael can actually manage not to give into the bloodlust. He does manage, obviously, he leans into the shock and fear and near throws himself out of that tree because he knows that if he doesn't, he will join the blood bath happening not ten feet away. He is starving and exhausted and everything in him is screaming that if he just gave in, it would all feel so much better.

But he doesn't.

He lays in the sand until he cannot hear any heartbeats left.

Lays there clawing his hands into the ground like if he can hold himself still enough then maybe this will stop being real.

Three of the four boys don't pay much mind to this, Dwayne Paul and Marko have slipped back into regular antics despite being coated red. Their faces have returned to normal, their eyes no longer brilliant gold rimmed red, they are laughing and shoving and having a good time.

But David is furious. He's quiet about it, he isn't loudly angry, something I think he probably absorbed from Max over the years, he tells Michael what needs to be done if he wants to stay with them, and then he and the other Lost Boys leave him there in the sand, burnt flesh and ashes drifting down to him on the breeze.

The thing about David is that he realized the night on the train bridge that he didn't care about Max's bullshit plan. He didn't care that he was originally going to feed Michael to Star. He is fixated on getting Michael to join them, not just for himself, not just to keep Star around, but also because there's a refusal to give up in this kid that has him excited, a stubbornness that he wants to break. It's the thing that eventually leads to his death.

ANYWAYS.

I think, perhaps, I have yelled enough.

Oh, shit, favorite character.

I think without any doubt it has to be David. Especially after reading the novelization, the comics, the original prequel script, he's just, he is such an interesting character and his motivations are so obvious despite how much he would appear to hold them close to his chest. He's a root character I can trace a lot of the tropes that carry over in my own antagonists to, and some of my protagonists as well.

double anyways, camp vampires from 1987 my beloved.

Thank you Katie <3