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indefinitely, forever ☆ okkotsu yuuta! [1/3]

okkotsu yuuta (post shibuya) x fem!reader click here for: part one | part two | part three - no spoilers from the manga, dwdw ;) - alternative universe where yuuta is an SCP? - [18+] three-part series, 10k+ words in total

(note: not proofread, expect grammar mistakes) warning: contains descriptions of blood, yuuta is a bit OOC/has that gojo satoru influence, romance, happy ending but contains slight angst and comfort, 2nd person pov, reader swears like a sailor

"Slacking off already?"

You scramble into standing at the authoritative tone. You could feel the heavy rush of blood creeping up on your face, and the hammering of your heart in your ears. It pounds almost painfully against your chest, lungs contracting and expanding fast; both out of fear and embarrassment, with the latter being more prominent across your lethargic features as you stared up at your supervisor.

Nanami leers down at you. Disappointment is etched all across his face, followed by a knowing sigh. "I expected better."

"S-Sorry, sir." You apologize profusely, bowing down. The bright red nametag dangles from your neck and you can't help but notice how your leather shoes had worn out a long time ago. "I must've dozed off somehow. It will not happen again."

"Might a coffee help?"

You raise your head to see a paper coffee cup offered to you, light steam still rising from within. While Nanami had been nothing but ridiculously strict from the start, he was considerate enough to check in on you every once in a while. You accepted the coffee in his stead with a smile.

"Thanks, boss. I'll keep watch."

The blonde man simply hums in response. He leaves as quickly as he came, leaving you alone to watch the hallways.  You see him walk down, turn a curve- and then he's out of your sight.

You lean back, the chair creaking as you did. Working as a security officer was more lackluster than you thought it would be; movies portrayed tales of saving and glory, but this was nothing like it. The hours were long and boring, lasting 12 in total. Every four hours you were required to fuck off your post and switch to another one down the hall. Sometimes you regretted signing the NDA that never once stated just how large the underground facility was, and just how much area coverage you'd have to keep watch single handedly.

Not to mention, the anomalies that lie within.

See, the Foundation had just three main jobs for you: Observe, Check-up and Report. The comically huge button was right next to you, shining in all of its glory and always just a stretch away in any case of a problem.

You flicked between CCTV channels. Some displayed the outer areas, hallways going beyond your line of sight and others within the confined cells of those you’re keeping watch about. Most of the anomalies here are kept in solitary confinement. You’ve had your fair share of jumpscares when an entity approached too close to the camera, slobbering all up against the lense; before your screen flickers and the anomaly returns to its restful state. Oftentimes it leaves a foggy residue and a prisoner would be assigned to clean it up.

And more than often, they die doing it.

But with a clean camera and one less burden on the face of Earth— who really gives a shit? Certainly not you. Certainly not when the pay was so damn good you spent it on a trip to Bali the first month you made bank. And certainly not for…

Is that a walking person?

You thrust forward in your seat, eyes glued onto the screen as if you could make his face out in any better resolution than the crappy screen could ever do you service. The choices linger in your head: should you approach or report? One choice would lead to the individual’s death and the other might just lead you to yours.

So you took the third option: to talk to them.

There’s a static in the speaker. You tap the mic briefly, earning the attention of the stranger. They stop mid-track, head turning up and staring almost right into your very eyes, as if they could see through you.

“Identify yourself, or you will be detained.”

Person puts both hands up. “My name’s Yuta.” The voice of a man, no doubt, but you kept your suspicions still. “I woke up in a room and the door was unlocked, so I left. Where am I?”

“What room?” Your tone sharpened in inquiry.

“I don’t know. I don’t even know how I ended up here.”

“Identify yourself.” You repeat, customary of the protocol you learned before you started the job. Half of you thought of contacting Nanami; but it would risk him encountering the mysterious man. On the other hand, you couldn’t just let an unknown person roam around the facility. Much less: what if this person was an entity?

A shapeshifter of sorts, perhaps? You wouldn’t really know considering the fact that half the anomalies here are capable of human speech.

He stays silent for a while.

You repeat, “I said, identify yourself. I will give you 10 seconds to prove your humanity before I hand you over to the authorities.”

“Fuck.” Yuta mumbles, running a hand through his hair. Prove my humanity? A million thoughts ran through his head at once. Clearly, this place he had wandered into is nothing human-like. Rather, it's designed like a prison. He rummages through his pockets— nothing. All items that he brought with him prior to being caught had been confiscated. 

The countdown had started.

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… “Wait,” He thought of an idea. “I can prove to you that I’m human. You can touch me. That’ll be enough, no?”

You sneer at his idea, “No physical contact.”

Yuta sighs, looking down at his uniform. At least he had his outfit intact, which means that they never intended to strip him bare at all. The man pursed his lips in a line, hands holding onto the clasp of his jacket.

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… “What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?!” You yell at him, dashing to the door. You were outside just in time before Yuta could fully undress himself. His hands stop fumbling with the belt of his pants. At a loss for words, you could only watch as he drops his shirt back over his body, leaving little to imagination. 

He cranes his head up at you with a knowing smile, “Have I now proven my humanity, ma’am?”

“Nudity is strictly prohibited in this facility!”

His eyes fold into crescents at the revelation, “I’m sorry. That was the only solution I could think of. Can you show me the way out?”

You folded your arms, “No.”

“I thought so. May I at least use the restroom?”

“No.”

Yuta’s eyes drift upwards, deep in thought. “If so, will I ever make it out of here?”

“That depends,” You answer, crossing your arms together. The taser strapped onto your belt felt heavy and dangerous— more than usual. Something about Yuta just didn’t feel right, and your gut instincts claw at you to run. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”

The man says nothing, merely watching every step you take as you head back into the control panel.

Your hand rests on the red button, eyes never wavering from the man that stood below you at a safe distance away. “Your choice, Yuta.”

“How must I prove myself then?”

“By showing me the anomaly that you are.”

His eyes visibly harden at your words, no longer having the glimmer that they once did. It was in the present that you felt it— the darkness that radiated off his very body, and the reason that this particular man had been wandering the halls of the facility unbothered. 

“An anomaly?”

“You’re not human.” You simply accuse.

“You might be right about that. But I choose to be human regardless of what I am.” 

You don’t care enough about his reasons. The way his dark eyes reflect absolutely nothing terrified you to the very core, more than any jumpscare you’ve encountered. The bright red button underneath you burns with such ferocity that it was only right to hit it— and send the foreign man back into the cell he once broke out of. You watch as soldiers dressed in hazmat suits flood into the hall at your call, almost always a millisecond away, their specialized guns pointed at the man.

But he did not flinch, not even once spared a gaze to look around him. He stayed his ground, only to be dragged away.

His eyes were trained on you, and only you.

“Did he hurt you?”

You’re now on break in the staffroom with Nanami and another supervisor named Maki, right after he heard of what happened. You shook your head, taking a sip of the fourth cup of coffee you had that day. The caffeine had long worn out its effects on your body that you just had to keep drinking, regardless of how detrimental it might just be to your health.

“Thankfully, no. What the fuck is a Keter class doing out there? How is he uncontained?”

“He broke out.” You turn your focus onto the coffee that had run cold, wedged between your fingers. You’ve always hated how fragile these paper cups were. It reminded you of how easy it was for these entities to crush humans to brine and bone with little to no mercy. Yet at the hands of Yuta, you were miraculously spared.

He was friendly, even.

“What kind of SCP is he?”

“He’s not an SCP. He’s a human host with an SCP living in him. Sometimes it appears, sometimes it doesn’t.” Maki shrugs.

“Damn, that’s cool.”

“He tells us that it was bound to him through love.”

You choked on your drink, splattering brown  everywhere on the table. Nanami sighs and pats your back. Maki looks at you in disgust, wiping the stains off her uniform with a handkerchief. You wanted to laugh. Out of all things, an SCP of love. You chuckle a little, smiling at your supervisor only to be met with a flat stare.

Oh.

“No way.”

“It’s true. The entity demands that no one lays a finger on him. Most times he can control the SCP. But when he’s hurt, it’s a different story entirely.”

“Wait, wait. So how did you guys manage to catch him?”

Maki recounts the details, “Apparently, he was a secret weapon in the military designed to decimate hundreds in one sweep. That SCP came to him naturally as a child, but it wasn’t his actions that got him caught.”

“So what did?”

“His superiors betrayed him and sent him over to us as they feared that he was getting too powerful for them to control.”

Oh. You started to feel a little bad for him now. But a memory crosses your mind and suddenly that sympathy is gone. 

“He almost stripped naked in front of me.”

“Huh?” Nanami was caught off-guard for once, both eyebrows raised instead of one.

“I asked him to prove his humanity.”

“And then he started stripping?” Maki had an equally confused look on her face. She pushes up the frame on her face before leaning forward, “Don’t tell me that you liked it.”

“I mean…”

“Seriously?”

You laugh sheepishly at her words, tossing the empty cup into the bin behind them in perfect accuracy. “I’m just kidding. At least I won’t have to meet him anymore. Can’t have him strip naked around me every time we cross paths.”

Nanami frowns at your words, “Be careful.”

“Sure, sure.” You wave goodbye to them and take your leave, heading towards your last shift of the day.

You found yourself in front of his cell.

Realization only hits you once you read the tag off the door, painted red and in bold: KETER CLASS. DO NOT ENGAGE. Unlike other cells, Keter cells had no windows to peek through. You could only rely on the CCTV back in the control panel room, but you found it unreliable considering how easy it was for Keters to destroy such puny little things. You take a step back.

"I really should stop drinking coffee." You mumble to yourself and turn away.

"Did you come to visit me?"

An all-too familiar voice echoed behind you, and you jump away instantaneously from the door. It's still intact. How he managed to hear you, you don't know. What you do know now is that you're standing in front of his cell.

"No."

"Is no the only word you know?"

Witty. You cough, "I heard about you."

"What about me?"  

You hesitate a little, "That you're not the anomaly."

"So now you know." There's curiosity in his tone, erasing any lethargy you had left in your body. Guilt paws at your heartstrings for doubting his reasons during the encounter earlier, but the man is still Keter class. It doesn't make him any less of a monster compared to others. The only difference between him and others is that he's placed in a jail befitting of lower ranked anomalies. "What else did you hear?"

"That you still pose as a threat to humanity."

"Am I a threat to you?"

"Yes." was your answer. You were here for money, not morality. While the notion that he would rot in his cell for the rest of his years was indeed a question of one, you weren't paid to stay idle and chitchat with an anomaly. You were expected even less: to simply cast morality aside and do as you were told by the Foundation. So you dusted yourself off and turned on your heels to move towards the next post you were supposedly assigned to. 

"I see. Well it was nice to know you..."

At the sound of your name, you freeze yet again.

"How do you know my name?"

"It's on your tag."

"How can you see me?"

Goosebumps prickle your skin all over. Your legs pick up the sudden skip in your heartbeat and in a flash, you start sprinting for your life. You were just in time, out of range as the metal door breaks open with a crash, sending debris everywhere. You were far enough to get hit, but the sound had been loud enough to garner attention from creatures all over the place. Hisses and banging scratched at your ears as you continued down the hall, the opposite direction of where safety should be. But it didn't really matter; people outside would have heard of it and safety would come for you any minute now.

You force a look over your shoulder to see an enormous white creature behind him, large grey claws extended and chillingly long arms draped around his frame resembling a protective stance. Behind the cages of muscle on her head lies a single eye, glaring right into your very soul. It's mouth move in ragged breaths, teeth sharper than its claws ready to bite. If you squint hard enough- the man with his pet monster was smiling at you. 

"You do know its rude to leave without saying goodbye, right?"

And like a predator, he started to chase you.

The entity lets out a bloodcurdling scream, getting on its arms and wriggling towards you. Now you're fully awake and drunk on adrenaline, sweat dripping down your body with how fast you were running. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Curses slew out of your lips as you ran even harder knowing how quickly he was catching up. You focused ahead instead; to the left is a dead end, you know that. And to the right is an even longer hall of agitated anomalies that most likely are on his level too. With a giant monster chasing after you however, were you really on the spot to give a shit about what would happen?

No. Anyone in your spot would've done the same.

It helped that your paycheck had been deposited earlier last week. You could really give less of a fuck about damage control.

Your feet started to hurt. "Fucking leather shoes." You grumble to yourself and skid a turn towards the elongated row of Keter-class anomalies. You pass multiple warning signs, the alarms going off. Eventually you see red all around you, shadows dancing on the walls as they approached even closer, slowing down just to taunt you. 

"Stop running."

"Then stop chasing me, you freak!"

"Well, the 'freak' has a name. It's Yuta." He closes the gap between the two of you, voice steady despite how fast he was chasing up. 

You paid him no mind as you duck underneath a warning sign and roll on your back to avoid a reaching arm from the screeching creature. Stubborn as you are, you notice an emergency exit and made mental note to stay close to it. You unclasp the taser off your belt just in time when a hand grabs your shoulder. You fire up the taser and jab right, but miss and eventually find yourself falling to the ground.

You made romantic contact with the floor, lips on the cold hard tile. "Shit!" You hiss from the pain and roll away just in time as Yuta was about to grasp a hold on you yet again.

Blood gushes from your split lip, and it tastes disgusting knowing that you just made love with the floor. Right before you could get up, though, you found yourself encaged within the palms of the alien-like SCP. Pain bursts through your nerves everywhere, feeling like knives stabbing deep into your gut. You could've swore you heard your ribs break from the amounting pressure.

"Caught you."

"Yuuuuuuta," The creature closes its janky fingers around your body, salivating as it eyed you from head to toe. The pressure around your body tightens and you felt like you could break just from how tight it was gripping you. Hair stuck to your face like a wet rag, leaving you with limited eyesight. "What should I do with herrrrrr?"

"Let.... Go... of me!" You rasp between breaths.

"Don't kill her. She'll be our lifeline, Rika."

Rika lets out a displeased grunt and sets you down on the ground, but has its hands still wrapped around you. Not as tight, but much like a warning that it could break you anytime it needed to. You catch your breath with a chain of fitful coughs, your legs and lungs burning from the marathon. Your chest heaves heavily, sore and most probably bruised. There's splitting pain from your lips, blood dripping onto the very same tile you shared your first kiss with.

You now see him eye-to-eye, close enough to notice his parted hair and sneakers. He couldn't be any younger than 20, but the eyebags that hung below his eyes tell a different story.

"I'm sorry. I need you as a hostage."

"Fuck you." You spat at him coldly.

Yuta kneels and presses a hand to your shoulder, forcing you to stop writhing under his touch. You try shoving his hand away, but the grip stays firm. Some fuck ass glowing magic flowed through his hand and loosened the soreness in your muscles, easing your tension. From your point of view, the man radiated like a glowstick. 

"Don't touch me!"

He locks his eyes with you, "I'm healing you."

"Would've been nice to not get hurt in the first place."

Yuta sucks a sharp breath in, "Look, I'm really sorry for hurting you. I just need to get out of here. You'll have to be my hostage."

You click your tongue in annoyance at his genuine apology, "You won't even make it out the front gate. They'll be all over you soon. You think the Foundation gives a shit about some security guard like me? They'll kill us both, dumbass."

"You're right." Yuta is clearly amused by your personality now that you're being treated as a partner-in-crime rather than a stranger. You stood stunned when his hand moves up and his thumb ghosts over your lips, "Don't worry, I'll get us out of here."

His thumb was cold against your lips. The action felt more intimate than you'd like, and it had you holding your breath.  It needed major balls not to flutter from the contact.

The bleeding stopped, prompting him to move his hand away.

The cold lingered a little longer than you'd like for it to be.

"Us? I'm not going anywhere with you."

"You will. Now that you're with me, they'll think you're complying with me. And if you won't, they'll imprison you." The bleeding stopped, and he wipes the remaining blood off on the side of his pants. 

You fall silent. What he said was roughly the truth. In reality, it would be even worse if you did get caught- not only will Nanami be under fire for the inability to protect you- but you might also be on trial under suspicion of letting Yuta escape. And such trials might just end in your death. All in all, its a lose-lose case; but you'd much rather be on the winning team.

"Damn you."

"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way."

You raise your head to glare at the man who had just obnoxiously turned your own words against you. His eyes light up a little, seeing your reaction. "Your choice."

"Fine."

"What was that?"

"I said yes!" You retort, flipping the bird at him.

He flashes you a grin, "That might've been the first time you've said yes to me!"

Oh, how you wished for supernatural powers like his to decimate the teasing man on the spot. Your fists crumple to a close, keeping that rage preserved in the back of your head. One day you'd get your revenge on him.

"Rika. My katana please." Yuta caresses its face gently.

You could feel her giddiness from the shake of Rika's enclosed palm around you. She reaches up to her neck and pulls out a long blade from within, handing it over to him. "For youuuu, Yutaaa."

He takes it from her, swishing it in the air and stretching his limbs free. "Thanks. Lead the way, I'll keep you safe." There's shouting and stomping from a distance, the roaring of soldiers fending off escaped anomalies. Nanami and Maki are out there too, calling for you. Your heart sinks a little at the prospect of betraying them.

You huff, blowing hair out of your face.

"It's on the other side. Opposite of the way we ran in. But I need you to do me a favor and not kill everyone you see."

Yuta brightens up. The likelihood of him fighting against a large horde of people had him excited. "That's not something I can promise."

"Fine. Then at least spare Nanami and Maki."

"Who's that?" 

"Uh, guy with blonde hair and a woman with green hair."

He shrugs, “I’ll try.”

Deep down inside, you felt a part of you die.

----------------------------------------------------------------------> part 2

[peakyxtommy]

The First Two Years - Wedding Series AU

Summary: Tommy reflecting back on his first two years of his relationship with the reader as he prepares to ask your father for his blessing to marry you. (Modern AU , Bit OOC) | 3.3K | 

Warnings: Slight Violence, Death , Mostly Fluff

He knew he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life. While he sat in his main office, taking a rare break, he was staring at the engagement ring he brought a month ago. Nobody knew except for him, despite Polly having some suspicion. It made him feel giddy on the inside, lovesick, but it was the one thing he was sure of, that he truly wanted. You. 

He was sure and trusted you more than anyone. He knew you loved him, but there was always that fear in the back of his head that he wasn’t good enough for you. He’d enjoyed you for this long in his life that any second it could be taken away. His heart was the one thing he was willing to take a risk on because he only found solace with you. It was all the little moments that added up and floated to his mind, that ended up making him come to the conclusion. 

The night he first met you, you were having drinks in the Scarfes bar in London with Ada and mutual acquaintances. The group of you talking about an upcoming weekend trip you were planning to take and the woes of university life a second time through. You were yourself the whole evening, even when he came to disrupt the conversation stealing Ada away to talk quick business. As he watched you interact with his sister and your group of friends for the remainder of the evening, he noticed the confidence that rolled off your shoulders, the laughter that left your mouth, and the way you said a simple goodnight to him on the way out the building. 

He knew he had to meet you again. It wasn’t hard when he would drop by Ada’s unexpectedly or find a way to sit next to you when the lot of them went out to drink at the Garrison or Bars in London. He learned little things about you observing you through those conversations. How sometimes you would sit quiet and observe the conversation from time to time. When you spoke, you spoke with purpose. You weren’t afraid to speak your mind either. 

You played hard to get, like a game of cat and mouse. You were stubborn and strong-willed. When he first asked out you, you were shocked to say the least. You knew about the legitimate parts of his business, only hearing tall tales of the rest, but it didn’t make you not believe the underground side, but cautioned it. You heard rumors of his reputation of him screwing women over just to get what he wanted and the hotel he would go to get his sexual desires met. 

Those should have been red flags, but on the other side he was a high esteem family business man and OBE. You couldn’t deny how good looking he was and the chemistry you felt between your small encounters. You denied him the first two times as you were a busy graduate student and worked part time. You were also still heartbroken from your last long-term relationship, not looking to start up something new. Tommy Shelby was relentless, never taking no for an answer. It was on the third try that you said yes to him, promising him one date. To not mess it up. 

The first date was smooth. He invited you to his cozy London apartment. Where you were served Spaghetti Bolognese and warm toasted garlic bread. He drank Whiskey, you red wine. Frank Sinatra playing through his record player. You shared tidbits about your childhood and university years. He shared about the hard questions you asked him about his business, wanting to hear what you thought you knew. He shared appropriately (not dishing family business or current dealings), finding it amusing. You asked what he did for fun, to which he responded with work. Both you letting out a chuckle. The conversation flowed so easily between the two of you. He drove you home a quarter to midnight and kissed you goodnight. 

He was hooked by the third date, things taking off slow as you were both busy people. Both working hard to achieve the goals you wanted to accomplish in this life. Both struggling with trust issues and hang-ups from past relationships or lack thereof on his end. Those first couple of months was blissful, being in the depths of the honeymoon phase. 

At six months you had officially met all his family and closest mates. They adored you and were fond of your relationship with him, noticing the small change in him, that they hadn’t seen since he’d been back from the war. He would make space for you in his office to complete your studies and you’d make room in your apartment for him to relax on the odd weekend off with reading in your living room, breakfast in bed, or cuddling in the morning after a passionate night together. 

You were nervous for him to meet your family as they were more traditional than his. He charms your mother as soon as he steps foot in your house. Feeding in charmingly to her mannerisms and jokes. Your father was harder to crack. You knew your father would give him a hard time. Your father played up to the best of his ability in front of your mother, but your father asked to speak to him in private. Where they discussed his business, your safety, and the seriousness of the relationship because if it was to be a waste of time, he should just cut the losses now. Thomas reassured your father well. When you asked what the two of them discussed, he simply said, “Nothing for your pretty little head to worry about.” You left it at that.   

He knew deep down for a long time, that he loved you, afraid to say those words, even though he knew five months in. 

It was eight months in on a quiet afternoon spent in your apartment. He was doing book-work at the table, collecting a stock pile of smokes in his ashtray, letting out stressful grumbles of frustration, every now and again. You were reading on the couch, sometimes sneaking small glances at him but eventually becoming restless from the silence and being indoors all day. You decided to make both of you a tea and as you sipped your tea across from him at the kitchen table, you spoke those words out into the open. You watched as his pen stopped writing, his eyes coming to meet yours. You could see the smirk on his lips and the light blush that caught his cheeks. 

“Cat got your tongue, Mr.Shelby.” You teased, as you both finished the rest of your teas in silence. He lit another cigarette, knowing that you didn’t need him to voice it aloud, as you knew in your heart through the little things he did. As you stood to get up to clean the empty dishes and empty his tray, he rose to stand in front of you. Hands grabbing your biceps, warm breath coming to your ear. 

“I love you too, (Y/N).” He whispered, removing his right hand to clasp against the back of your head, deciding to connect his warm lips to yours. Moving slow, delicate, and in sync. He pulls apart, the small smack of wet lips, leaving you both panting. He goes to his seat at the table to finish the final paperwork, not missing the tint in your cheeks and the lasting grin for the remainder of the evening. 

After a year together you still had to watch out for Lizzie, which at first did turn into a heated argument between you and him. Due to your jealousy and slight insecurity that would feed off her jealousy toward you. They had a past together, one neither of you could deny, evening knowing he didn’t treat her the greatest in that regard. The way she would sometimes pine after him, would make your blood boil, knowing it kinda fed his ego. He would love to get you ramped up to have hot heated sex. Where he would remind you you were the only one he loved and was sleeping with. 

This was an underlying ���game” of the relationship, one you both fed on. Tommy being possessive of what was his and being silently jealous of men who would be fixated or try to flirt with you, some even right in front of his face. He would use his words to defend you or if you were oblivious, he would give you the silent treatment, which would annoy you to no end. If you started it which on occasion you did, (he could tell), you would enjoy being at his mercy as soon as you walked through the doors him fucking you hard until the early morning hours.

Other times, with other women, who were enamored by him, he would wash those fears away by reminding you, you were the one he would seek in the middle of the night to hold him close to sleep, the only thing on his mind during a long day, and the one he loved. 

You started helping him once a week at the company, with the books as you had an eye for crunching numbers and were detail oriented a bit more than a few others in the office. It made some of his work go faster when you were in the office, only handling the legal side of things, not wanting to involve you with the other half that came with it. That didn’t last much longer. 

Year and half you were slowly beginning to see more of the other side of the business. You knew he was in the middle of something, when you started to notice him coming home more often in bloody clothing, late mid-morning hours. He would sneak inside quietly as possible, thinking you were asleep, but you weren’t. You’d hear the shower running for a while for him to slip in next to you in bed. One night you would ask, if things were getting bad in his dealings. He would answer truthfully but not about whom he was dealing with. You started finishing up university with a security guard that would escort you wherever you went. He taught you how to shoot a gun which you only encased in your bedside table, for emergency use. You learned to only ask questions when need be and to try to worry less, enough though you both knew it wasn’t possible. 

On that unexpected day, everything almost came to a screeching halt. He was in the middle of a battle with Sabini. He told you to make sure you were with security at all times and that he made sure there was someone outside your place at all times. It was in the middle of the night that you heard the scuffle and then a bang, but it was too late as another person came breaking into your bedroom, screaming for you to get out of the bed. You didn’t have time to react before he was shoving a gun in your face, telling you to be quiet, as they rushed out to the getaway car. Your eyes not missing the pool of blood you found your security guard in. They blind folded you and you remained silent the whole way as they made a call to their boss, who organized this whole ordeal, letting him know you were in transport. 

When you got to the basement where they were holding you, they tied your legs and arms to a chair. It smelt musky down below and it was loud. They spit on, mocked, and slapped you around, all to send a message. You tried your best to stay calm, knowing Tommy would find you.

“He’s here, get ready.” You heard one of the men say. The next you knew they were moving you to another room, leaving you in the dark. Then there were gunshots firing off and loads of yelling. Then to be met with silence. It felt like forever until you heard that familiar voice again. 

“I’m right here (Y/N), I’m right here.” He reassures as he frees your arms and legs from the chair, to then take the blindfold off. You collapse into his arms sobbing, as he carries you to the back seat of his car, making sure you don’t see any of the bloodshed. 

When you arrive at his home, you’re in a state of shock and silent. He has the maids begin a bath and after your bath, he has the doctor check you out. The doctor bandages you and gives you something to help you fall asleep. 

The next couple of weeks were rough, not only for you but for your relationship. You told Tommy everything that happened when you woke up the next day, while he held you in his arms. Both of you teary together. You stayed at his place for a couple of days, as he made sure to do damage control in the media and town, and clean your apartment back to normal. 

During the night you were plagued with nightmares about your security guard and the men roughing you up, with Tommy never actually coming to save you or ending with you dying. A week after the incident you went to the security guard’s funeral. After that, you were beginning to push Tommy away, telling him you needed space. 

Your mind trying to make sense of the madness, grappling with those hard questions, while trying to stay on top of your coursework. You didn’t want to see anyone really, even avoiding your own parents for weeks on end. The only place you would willingly go would be to uni and a few counseling sessions, just to get yourself back on track, which did end up helping you. 

The only Shelby you spoke to during this time was Ada, periodically. You two were friends from the start and grew even closer due to your relationship with Tommy. She wouldn’t talk about him unless you brought him up, which wasn’t much. You both knew he was just as much a mess as you were, but both dealing with it in different manners. She helped you in a different way of opening up your frustrations, worries, and fears. 

Tommy tried his hardest not to be a mess during this time but it was hard. He drove himself harder into his company and would spend his nights drinking. He knew you were okay, as could be, as he still kept tabs on you. For the first month he would leave you voicemails, some sober, some drunk of the inner workings of his mind and heart, but he really did miss you. You listened to them, wanting nothing more than to pick up the phone and call him. 

Then the next month, you left him a voicemail, asking him for more time. You knew it wasn’t fair, but you told him at the end of the month, you would give him a final answer. You loved him, missed him, and wanted to see him just as bad.  

There was this small voice in your head that was telling you cut your losses, to go your separate ways. You knew you had to make a hard decision and a decision you would have to live with for the rest of your life. 

It was on the third month, when you both met again, at a little cafe by the Thames river. When you saw him, it almost felt like it was the first time all over again. You sat down taking in his appearance. He was wearing his glasses and was in casual clothing. He looked good for the most part, expect for the bags under his eyes, knowing you were part of the reason for them. 

“Thank you for meeting me here.” You sent a small smile his way, as the waiter arrived with tea and your favorite pastry. Heart warming that he still cared to remember. 

“So, what are we doing here (Y/N)?” His voice is cold, as he lights his smoke. 

“I.. um, I just wanted to talk, to explain myself, as i’ve made a decision.”  You plead, staring into his hard eyes. 

“You had these past two months to talk, to explain yourself. Now we’re here having tea waiting for you to share this decision you have come to. So let’s just get on with it eh!” You just sip your tea, not allowing his harshness to roll over you, knowing you slightly deserved it, but also he was masking his hurt on the one person that really did hurt his heart. 

“Gosh, Tommy you’re such a dick!” You growl, before continuing. “At the end of the day I still want to be with you. I still love you.” You stare at his face, watching how his demeanor changes. He slightly softens out, but is still a bit in this guardish state.

“Are you sure you know about this? What about if something happens to you again?”

“Yes, I promise. These past two months haven't been easy. I’ve missed you and there wasn’t a day I didn't think about you. I needed to take care of myself and get my mind straight, to really think about if this life that you live is what I wanted. I don’t know what to do with the what if’s, but I know you will do anything to protect me. You saved me, that day.” You reach your hand into his calloused one, missing his touch. 

“I know they haven’t been easy. I’m sorry you had to go through all this. I’ve missed you just as much. I know I did save you love. I would do it a thousand times again.” He squeezes your hand gently before going to finish his second cup of tea. The both you sitting in silence enjoying the moment and looking out over the river.  

“Okay.” He speaks out of the blue, catching your attention, from the children running around on the sidewalk. 

“Okay what, Mr.Shelby.” You tease gently, as he pulls your chair out for you, helping you put on your winter coat and beanie. 

“I love you (Y/N). Thank you.” His warm hands cup your soft cheeks, the pads of his thumbs, rubbing tiny circles on the skin under your eyes. His blue eyes gazing lovingly into yours as he seals your lips together, that somehow mends all the broken pieces together in the both of you. This was a chance to move forward. You ended up spending the night at his house, waking up with him by your side in the morning. Things weren’t magically better but were still things to work on, but it was worth it. 

Two years in you bought your first house together out in the country in Birmingham. You graduate college yet again with your master’s, getting a full time job in your field. Your job also helps in building connections with the company. The company was on a bit of a slow period, as Tommy was working on new ventures. 

After attending a few engagement parties, weddings, baby showers, and listening to yet another marriage conversation you were having with your mum, unintentionally, he knew you were slowly becoming antsy. Even though you tried not to show it, but once in a while would drop subtle hints about the subject. He already knew that morning he woke up after the Thames River day, that he wanted to marry you because he couldn’t  think of the thought of you slipping through his fingers again. 

He knew it was finally time to ask for your hand in marriage, but first he had to speak with your father, who was still trying to forgive him, from the incident that occurred. Your father had also grown to see him, like a son. Though neither would say or admit it aloud.

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In the woods there grew a tree - part 2

Alright guys, I have officially lost control of this thing. I’ve fallen in a writing frenzy with this and I have no idea WHAT I’M DOING!

I have fics to write, old fics that are collecting dust! I have my own original fantasy novel to work on! But here I am, a simp for ToA!

Anyway. 

Hope you all enjoy part 2 of In the woods there grew a tree! :)

Warning: tooth-rotting fluff and, depending on whom you ask, OOC-ness (I personally love myself a soft, collected, and maternal Angor Rot - pre-Morgana of course - so it’s canon for  me no I don’t take criticism)

Part 1 / Part 3

It didn’t take long for Angor Rot to figure out why the humans had abandoned little Charo in his woods. True to their fearful nature, they got rid of anything they did not understand and, without a doubt, the tiny baby was far beyond their comprehension.

A few days, like today, Angor also thought she was beyond his understanding.

“How are you doing this, little one?”

Angor watched the baby giggle happily as she clapped her chubby hands, her enormous eyes fixed on the colorful stones floating in circles above her head. She sat on a little foliage bed he had woven for her, keeping him company as he carved totems for defense. To this day all the previous totems went unused, absorbed back into Nature without need to birth any golems. But it didn’t hurt to be prepared.

Hearing his words, Charo turned her gaze to him. Those eyes glanced at his moving hands before raising to his. A smile was quick to tug on Angor’s lips and the baby gurgled in happiness, letting her body fall forwards so she was ready to crawl to him.

Her distraction caused the magic holding the colorful rocks to dissipate, and Angor Rot leaped, dropping his totem and knife on the ground so he could hook his hands under the baby’s armpits and pull her up before any rock could hit her.

Charo’s giggles ceased as Angor held her close, a disapproving frown on his face.

“Da?” She mumbled, tiny hands reaching out to lie on his stone cheeks. “Da!”

“Don’t ‘Da’ me. You need to be careful, little one.” Angor scolded, even though his frown eased into a reluctant smile. “What am I going to do with you?”

The baby smiled at him, and Angor felt that increasingly familiar warmth in his chest. Little Charo exhausted him to no end, but she never failed to make him indescribably complete.

“Come on. It’s time for your feeding. I need to milk the goats.”

“Da!”

---

Charo’s feeding was always an event in Angor Rot’s village. All trolls stopped to watch their leader patiently spoon-feed goat's milk to the little human. Some watched with mirth, cooing at the scene and drawing close to pinch the baby’s soft cheeks, while others stood further back, observing the scene with disapproval in their eyes.

Angor Rot was keeping an eye on those trolls - a literal, all-seeing eye - but thankfully they showed no intention of taking matters in their own hands. For now, at least.

“Oh, my Spirits! Angor Rot, you’re- glowing!” 

Angor chuckled as his core glowed, a gentle blue light escaping through the areas of his body that lacked his outer layer of living stone. Sometimes little Charo’s magic did that; it reached out to his own energy and made it pulse with life, telling him she belonged there with him, completing him.

“At ease, my friend. This is just another way little Charo plays.” Angor Rot drawled, raising another spoonful of milk to the child perched on his knee. “It’s rather delightful magic.”

The startled troll dared to step closer, reaching out a finger to poke the baby. Charo’s big eyes moved towards him. She quickly forgot all about the spoon being offered to her and grabbed his stoney finger, giggling as her magic flew into the troll, soft and playful.

The troll’s eyes widened in surprise for a moment, before he relaxed into the unusual sensation. He felt something akin to warmth in his stony insides and quickly moved closer, taking a seat at his leader’s side to keep playing with the tiny human as he fed her.

Angor Rot chuckled at the scene, once again raising the spoonful of milk to Charo’s mouth. As the little girl took the wooden spoon in her mouth, his yellow eyes drifted to the displeased trolls hanging afar and he smiled at them, hoping that was proof enough they did not need to worry about the baby.

They exchanged mixed glances amongst themselves before bowing their heads to their leader and walking away.

---

Years passed.

Gunmar’s force grew across the continent, and tales of his clashes against humans and trolls alike continued to spread terror within Angor’s people. Not only that, the human lord who lived outside the forest continued to expand his land, sending soldiers increasingly closer to the borders of their hidden village.

More than once, Angor Rot and his people had to move further into the woods to avoid being detected by the human lord and Gunmar’s soldiers, and he knew it was a matter of time before they forced him to take action.

War is coming. Angor thought grimly, yellow eyes fixed on the horizon. The sky was slowly gaining that deep purple colour that signalized dawn was close. I must be strong for my people.

With a sigh, Angor Rot lowered his gaze back to Earth and retreated into the large cave behind him. After a few twists and turns through narrow stone passages, he found his people moving around their village. This new home they made for themselves was simpler than the one before, houses built of wood and leaves instead of stone, but it was well-hidden inside a deep, underground cave.

“Dad!”

Angor Rot smiled, turning to greet his little Charo with a hug. The girl readily accepted the gesture, running into him and squeezing him tightly around the waist. Not letting go, she raised those doe-eyes to him, but there was a frown on her lips instead of the big smile he was so used to seeing.

“You left without me!” She accused. “You promised you’d take me along when you went out to set the wards, so I could practice.”

“Well, I went to your room to call you, but you were sleeping so soundly I couldn’t bear to wake you.” Angor explained. “You’re a human child, and you need your sleep.”

The girl sighed, pulling back to cross her arms over her chest. “You should’ve awakened me.”

Angor chuckled, laying a heavy hand to ruffle her messy hair, but stopped himself when he saw her flinch in pain as soon as he made contact.

“Charo. You have something to tell me?”

The girl’s eyes quickly moved away from him, dancing around the village as she looked for anything else to focus on. “No?”

Angor frowned, hooking his hands under the girl’s armpits and carrying her to a nearby tall block of stone. He perched her atop of it, and slowly examined her head, gently running fingers through her hair until he found a bump on the back of her skull. Despite not putting any pressure on it, the little girl flinched in pain again.

Angor Rot scowled, staring down at Charo. The little girl was twirling her thumbs in front of her, face lowered to the ground.

“I was… Uh, I fell.”

“You fell. On the back of your head?” 

“Yes. I was… You see, I was… Hmm... I was swinging! I mean, rocking! I mean, I was rocking the chair as I studied and fell backwards!” She spurted in a high-pitched voice that gave away her lie. “I know you told me not to do that. I’m sorry, dad.”

Charo was looking everywhere but at him, and Angor Rot was having none of it.

“Look at me, Charo.”

The little girl sighed and slowly raised her eyes, but before they could reach his own her gaze widened, frozen on something behind him.

Angor Rot quickly turned around, finding one of his people glaring back at the child. As soon as the troll noticed Angor’s gaze on them they looked away, quickly marching out.

Angor Rot clenched his fists, turning back to Charo. The little girl had a forced smile on her lips as she put on her best innocent face.

“Did they hurt you?”

The smile fell off. “No, of course not.”

“Charo, don’t lie to me.”

“I-I’m not… They didn’t actually hurt me or anything. It was my fault, really. I was running around, playing with the Gnomes, and slammed into them.” She said. “I fell down hard, that’s all.”

Just as she said that, a couple of Gnomes jumped into view, looking angry as always. One of them pointed at Charo, putting a toothy smile on his face. He ran in circles twice before going towards the other Gnome, who stood with a frown on his face. When he was close enough, the frowning Gnome reached out and pushed him down.

Angor’s eyes widened for a moment, before going back to the child, who was staring accusingly at the Gnomes. “They pushed you?”

“It was nothing, dad. Please don’t make a big deal out of it.” She pleaded in a small voice. “I think I startled them.”

Angor sighed, rubbing a hand over his face harshly. This was not the first time he came back to the village to find out some troll had mistreated Charo in his absence. While most of his people liked the girl well enough, some still had a hard time accepting a human and took whatever opportunities presented themselves for petty tricks like that. He had had a few talks with his people in the past, but still they went behind his back without making it too obvious.

There was a tug on his hand and when Angor looked down, little Charo was staring up at him with eyes full of worry. 

“Dad, I’m sorry I worried you.” Slowly her magic reached out to him, easing his anxieties if only for a moment. “But I’m fine, really. It was just a bump.”

Despite his anger, Angor smiled and pulled the girl up again, perching her on his shoulders as he knew she liked. Immediately she let out a stream of childish giggles.

“Come on, little one. It’s time for your breakfast.”

“Oh, can I have eggs. And bread with plum jam?”

“Hmm… I’ll see what I can do.”

“Yes!”

Angor chuckled and his core stone glowed with Charo’s magic. He looked down at himself, at the pieces missing from his body for a moment, and he had an idea.

Hmm… I’ll see what I can do.

[eagle-of-the-night]

Ash’s Sire - Part 3

//ooc: I missed part 2. I may eventually post it lol. But for now to wrap up this mini arc we’ll have part three ;)

It cuts abruptly because the rest of it is likely to be resolved on vampblr :)

And also I could keep going but this was already 3.2k words!!!

He was unsure of the realness of his sire’s threat. The boldness of just taking Victor back to the Middle East by himself. No - his sire likely wanted Morrigan too. He would have her killed. Likely by Victor’s hand.

With hope Victor would not think to search for Morrigan at Rosary’s haven - he departed into the air to track them down once more. He was getting hungry from all this shapeshifting - he would likely start to bleed from his hunger soon. But it did not matter, he had plans to get a meal soon.

Just not one that was wholly legal, but would it really matter if he took a bite out of his sire? Not in the eyes of the Camarilla - especially if one did not live to tell the tale of having a little bite taken from their throat.

He flew circles around the city, staying low in order to try pick up limited scents as he could as an eagle - before reminding something a contact once told him and swooped down to a particular location and turned back into his regular form - knowing no one was around to spot him. He took a deep sniff of air through his nose, he got the briefest whiff of something. A mixture of a faded lavender scent mixed with the smell of birds and the deep smell of sandalwood. Victor and Sayyid.

He looked up at the big silos above him and glanced to the building around him. If it were not a common place for the kine to go poking about, he was told the Nosferatu would take this place as a home. Lots of kine poking their noses in somewhere and not touched by vampires? A perfect place to hide yourself with another vampire.

Judging by the lack of any other smell than dust - he assumed Sayyid had come by himself or somehow lost all his other little lap dogs. Sayyid had definitely overestimated his own strength and underestimated Ash’s.

He may have brutalized Victor but he would not do the same to Ash, he was too strong for that. He was going to rip his sire to pieces after satisfying his hunger on his blood. He would not be bonded, his blood rebelled at the idea of being bonded once again as well as bonding others. It would not happen.

For Victor. For Morrigan. For Malik. For Maria. For all the other fledglings Sayyid had sire or taken from others for his own nefarious purposes.

He walked into the factory that was attached to the silos, following his nose but being wary of his surroundings. Everything was silent and still - except the light dust he was kicking up by carefully walking through the place. His nose led him quite a ways through the factory and down into some tunnels. He was careful to be as quiet as possible and use his protean to give him his dark vision as to not be ambushed again in the deep dark underground tunnels.

The scent of his sire was much stronger down here - this clearly had been where he had been hiding out the whole time. And that was about to come to an end.

He walked through the silent still tunnels, thinking strategy. Two would be needed: one should Victor attempt to throw himself at Ash and another for if it was just him and his sire. He was sure his sire had some fighting prowess - he had taught Ash hand to hand combat initially after all. He could fight, he just preferred to not get his hands dirty if he could help it.

All these thought swimming lightly through his mind as he kept alert and followed his nose. A very well multi-tasking man.

He eventually found the two of them - in a place where the tunnel widened into a full room that towered upwards. A silo - where the top had been blocked out to keep it dark; though there was light in here in the form of electric torches. His sire had some sense to not use fire still, then. Victor was sat, leaning against his Sayyid’s leg as the man talked to him in arabic and Victor nodded along. Like Victor would do with him when they spent time alone together. His nose wrinkled in disgust momentarily as they both looked to him as he stepped into the room loudly, announcing his presence.

‘Be a good boy, Victor. Stake him again,’ Sayyid said with a grin, running his hand through Victor’s hair once more before he stood and handed Victor his weapon and then slinked back into the dark parts of the room.

Victor looked at him, looked at the weapon he was handed and towards the edges of the room where Sayyid was lurking somewhere. He looked unsure, and he wasn’t surprised. Victor wasn’t a fighter and only managed to get him the first time through surprise. Maybe Sayyid knew that. A fool thinking he’d hurt his already wounded son - well, the stake would a swift way to end his part in this and Victor was definitely going to supply that.

Ash stepped with his legs apart, getting into a fighting position.

‘Come on then kid, just like I taught you,’ Ash said, becoming Victor over.

Victor got up, still unsure and definitely heavily limping. His skin still mostly covered with purple and blue bruises and the limp seemed worse than before. He was unsteady on his feet, looked somewhere between wanting to please and scared as he walked to meet Ash to fight.

Ash held firm control, his beast would take Victor’s state on Victor himself if he lost it. Ash spotted the distinct shape of broken bones protruding and swollen. It was a god dam miracle the kid could still stand nevermind walk. But even unsteady and shaking he faced Ash head on - looking determined.

‘Maybe when I take you from here you’ll have learnt something here,’ Ash said coldly as he moved to strike Victor.

He had to give his fledgling credit - he was moving on broken limbs and in sore skin but he still managed to maintain some of his dexterity if just barely. The pain of his moments was clear on his face as he dodged Ash and tried to find an opening to get the stake in his chest while Ash was moving clear and fluid like a river.

Ash didn’t keep all his attention on Victor. He was wounded and even not he couldn’t hold up against Ash. He was keeping his eyes to the shadows to spot his sire among them.

There was one point - when Victor almost got the stake into his chest again - but he’d healed the wound and with his fortitude skin it was hard for the stake to find purchase with what was likely a twisted broken wrist. He easily stepped back as the wood thumped uselessly against his ribcage and grabbed Victor’s hand - causing him to yelp right before Ash twisted his wrist further and take the stake from him. With his other arm Ash shoved him backwards - Victor stumbled a few awkward steps before falling and laying back, curling in on himself.

If this wasn’t so important his heart would be hurting. He could feel it trying to worm it’s way in but he pushed it aside and held the stake properly.

‘Now, I want a fighter of my skill. Come now, father - come face your son,’ Ash snarled as he cast his eyes in the shadows at the edges of the room.

He was turned away from Victor as he glanced around the shadows behind him and heard Victor scream. Ash turned back around and saw Sayyid with his teeth in Victor’s throat with his head snapped unnaturally to the side.

Shit.

That’s when he lost it, every careful placed control and movement as he watched his sire trying to eat his son. The beast chomped at the leash and he let it go.

‘'ana la 'aetaqid dhlk,’ He snarled and lunged forward.

His sire didn’t have time to lift his fangs fully out of Victor’s neck before Ash had grabbed him by his longer dark hair and yanked his head back as far as Ash could. Unnatural. Breaking point. But the dam snake’s spine head so it did not snap. The beast wasn’t pleased.

Just holding his sire by his hair - he threw him to the side. To the wall and he impacted the wall with a grunt.

‘alwahid aldhy yatanawal wajabatan min aldam hu 'anaa!’ He snarled as he stalked towards his sire.

His beast was a monstrous thing - granting him extra strength and from the last two sentences his speech failed him. The only thing his Gangrel beast understood was violence and blood.

It seemed his sire was very much the same - they danced in a fight trying to mark one another and only getting the occasional hit. But it seemed his sire was not as durable as he. He retreat at one point, sprinting for Victor as Ash hissed at him and went after and watched as his sire stomped on both parts of what he knew was Victor’s bad leg and heard the crunch of bone. 

Victor was unconscious - in torpor the very small part of him recalled so he had no reacted to his bones being broken further. He, however - saw red. His vision receded to nothing but red on bright red as he pounced at his side and they scuffled further past where Victor laid. Both desperate and clawing at one another. A part of him remembered disciplines and he turned his fingers into eagle talons to cause further damage as his sire did the same to slash back at him with wolf claws.

He felt blood run off him but not from wounds; from hunger. His beast twisted his face into a smirk as he tumbled with his sire and got the man beneath him and dug his own teeth into his sires neck as the man screamed. His large fangs several inches under his sire’s skin and siphoning his precious precious blood resources. He had half a mind to not let go - absorb his own sire into his skin.

But even in a feralistic state he did not want the man to take over him. He would not allow his sire the luxury to keep walking so he withdrew his teeth. The blood pouring out of his forehead from hunger dried down on his face with his mouth and teeth covered in blood and he smirked down at his sire who at least looked a little terrified when he suddenly wasn’t hypnotized by a blood bond.

He wanted to say something. He couldn’t form the words - not in any spoken language. His sire was still beneath him as he cupped his face with that same smirk plastered to his face.

Then he dug his talons into the mans oh-so-pretty face - trying to rend the flesh from his face and again they continued scuffling.

Ash was a beast in human form and his sire was a wounded beast desperate for retreat.

Eventually his sire managed to crawl out from underneath him.

‘Not worth,’ His sire spoke stilted - going from regular fury to terror likely as Ash hissed at him and ran back towards him.

Then his sire went completely invisible in the light as he ran towards the tunnel Ash had entered through. Not thinking - Ash still dashed after him until his beast’s fury died out with no target to find and finish off.

Victor.. He thought to himself as he managed to take control and turned back around and sprinted back towards the where they had left Victor and still found him there. In a pool of son’s own blood. Being drained of his blood and trying to heal all that damage - he likely hadn’t been able to eat around Sayyid. Part obligation and part not wanting to be punished for his eating habits he imagined. He could only imagine what Sayyid had said about eating from animals to his son.

Relieved this wasn’t enough trick to ferret him away, Ash approached his unconscious fledgling. He did a quick once over - definitely in torpor. The drink from his sire likely pushed him back under the edge. Ash then did a very gentle examination of his son. 

The damage the werewolf had done to him months before was not as extensive. His left forearm was broken and the bone had been twisted out of alignment further than it already had been. His left thigh had been broken - he could tell by his gait when he was fighting. But Sayyid had stomped on both his thigh and his calf - breaking the thigh further and splitting his calf. He was bruised everywhere still - ribs both bruised and broken. One of his collarbones was snapped.

It was a wonder he hadn’t been in torpor as it was before his sire draining the last of health out of his veins. But it certainly didn’t mean he was devoid of blood. He picked up Victor, pulling him out of the pool of his own blood that had formed around him during the fight. It was uncomfortable and Ash felt his beast twitch and twinge in hunger.

He pushed it down, taking Victor to the side and made makeshift bandages from his own clothing for him to staunch the flow of the blood to prevent it from leaving a trail. He’d come clean in here later. He then wrapped his arm self up in the rest to staunch the flow of his own blood. He reached into his jean pocket and saw he had no signal down here. Too deep likely.

He scooped up Victor and took him back the way he came, he struggled when it came to climbing back up without jostling him too much but he managed and came into the building he entered and leaned Victor against a wall as he sat down next to him and kept an eye out. The number was new in his phone, but not strange. He dialed it and waited and it was almost immediately picked up. Almost as if someone was waiting for news.

‘Do you have a car you don’t care that gets all messy? Victor is unconscious and hurt and we both suffer from the same condition when hungry. And we both are,’ Ash said just as Rosary went to asked about news.

‘I have one. My driver will need an address,’ Rosary told him.

He gave Rosary the address.

‘Please ask Morrigan to drop by our home - tell her to pick up something for me and Victor. She’ll know what that means,’ Ash said before hanging up.

He waited twenty minutes, until he was told the driver was waiting for them nearby. Then he got up and took Victor. They’d bleed through the bandages at this point and he had no other material to work with so it was better to keep still and leave as little blood as possible as they waited for the car. He got Victor to the car and the driver - Hakeem; he believed? - stepped out to open the door so he didn’t get his bloody hands all over the outside of the door as he got Victor inside. He got inside with Victor and pretty much pulled his fledgling close to him even though he was fully unconscious. It probably comforted him more than his torpor’d fledgling.

The drive was silent as they were driven to the library haven and when they arrived both Morrigan and Rosary were waiting for him as Hakeem opened the door. He got Victor into his lap and stepped out of the car with him.

Rosary’s expression looked rather concerned and Morrigan definitely was as she came over to them both and didn’t wait.

‘Are you okay?’ She asked him, gently touching where the blood was slowly trickling down his face.

‘Mostly hungry, all this blood isn’t helping,’ He told her softly.

She nodded.

‘I got the things from the haven,’ She said and tapped a satchel at her side.

‘Where were you going to allow us to hold him, Rosary? I would stake him if he wasn’t in such a state - but he is already hurt enough as is,’ Ash says sort of neutrally as he possibly can.

‘How bad is he hurt?’ Rosary asked, but she gestured for them to follow her.

‘Several broken bones. He won’t be able to walk - both his femur and his calf are broken on one leg,’ Ash said and Morrigan walked alongside them.

‘I’ll clean up our mess,’ He assured Rosary as she led them to a door that went downstairs somewhere.

A sparse room with a few crates, a fuse box and a couple of coffins. He tried to not let their blood drip everywhere and found the closest wall to lean Victor against and turned as Morrigan handed him a blood bag that was one of his - the light orange colour in it denoted it as one of his spicy blood bags he’d gotten from young Hazel so he drank that.

He enjoyed the feel of it as it slid down his throat, reminding him of home briefly as he quickly downed it instead of letting himself relish the taste. But he needed the blood quickly. The cuts sealed up and he took off his own bandages and rubbed off all of the flaking blood as well as wiping away the still fresh trickles. 

Morrigan handed him another for him to down. She definitely knew of his intentions as he downed this one too.

‘Are you going to bring him out of torpor then?’ Rosary asked, brandishing a knife.

‘My blood is more potent than yours and I believe Victor would be more comfortable knowing it came from me - not that he could be double blood bonded,’ Ash said as Rosary handed him the knife.

‘First, I feel we should feed him - my sire tried to drink him dry,’ Ash said and looked towards Morrigan who handed him a regular blood bag. 

He managed to coax Victor with some help from Morrigan to drink the blood and after gently peeling back the bandages saw he’d stop bleeding - thank Allah for his ability to get more sustenance from animal blood.

‘Rosary, you might want as well in case he gets displeased. He shouldn’t be able to struggle too much in his state - but just in case,’ He said and gestured to Rosary over who came to sit on the opposite side of Victor than Morrigan.

Morrigan tipped Victor’s head back for him as he sliced a part of his wrist and clenched it over Victor’s mouth to let his blood drip down Victor’s throat.

It took about 30 seconds, some of Victor’s bruised skin healed up - mostly on his face and his eyes fluttered open and Ash stopped and Victor then registered the three of them and tried to immediately back up but he was against a wall.

‘Please don’t hurt me,’ He said, shaking.

‘We’re not going to hurt you,’ Ash said softly, kneeling down in front of him.

[itsclydebitches]

RWBY: The Horcrux Theory

Yesterday when I answered the lovely @leonhaxor‘s ask, I was surprised by the number of people who said they hadn’t heard about this theory before; people like me who are invested in the characterization of Volume Six and presumably would have come across it. I figure then that I either saw this theory on another blog and it didn’t spread in the way I assumed it would, or I thought of it myself, forgot it, and upon remembering it assumed I’d seen it elsewhere. Considering both of these things have happened to me in the past more than once (woo shit memory!), your guess is as good as mine. The important thing is the theory is here now and I’d like to take the time to lay it out in a more organized---and hopefully more persuasive*---manner.

(*As a bit of a disclaimer, I’m really just working with what I perceive as a valid interpretation of the text, not a theory in the sense that I expect Rooster Teeth to implement it in Volume Seven. If that were the case, I’d have expected our finale to paint Ruby and the rest as less heroic/justified in their actions, instead emphasizing how OOC they are, thereby setting up a situation wherein they would eventually question why their outlook and behavior has changed so drastically. But we didn’t get that. So this is less, “Sincere expectations for Volume Seven!” and more “Based on what Volume Six gives us, this is a plot twist that could work for these reasons...”)

Let’s start with the title. For anyone who may not know, a horcrux is a magical object within the Harry Potter universe that houses a piece of someone’s soul, a way of ensuring that they live on even if their body is killed. Within the plot, Voldemort (our primary antagonist) creates multiple horcruxes, one of which is carried by our heroes over a long journey. The object’s dark nature as well as its limited ability to think for itself results in a dramatic change in the group over time. They become moodier, more prone to fighting, and one character in particular, Ron, succumbs to a number of doubts and fears he’s been carrying since we met him at the start of the series. Thanks to the horcrux’s influence, he ends up acting in ways he otherwise never would have, including saying things he does not mean (“Your parents are dead. You have no family!”) and settling on courses of actions he later regrets (abandoning the group).

We can see some similarities then between the two situations, both in the Relic’s potential influence on those who carry it---to the point where, the longer they hold onto it, the more likely they are to act in ways contrary to their nature---and in the concept of a magical object being able to think for itself. Obviously Jinn is far more of a person than a sliver of a soul is, but the point is each has a certain amount of agency. As leonhaxor points out in response to my original post, there are also numerous similarities between this potential setup and the ring from Lord of the Rings. There we have another powerful, semi-sentient magical object carried by our heroes over a long journey, slowly corrupting them overtime. I think the variety of source material here is worth noting. Meaning, it doesn’t matter which comparison between stories is “best,” but rather that such comparisons are common. The Corruptible Object is an established motif in fantasy storytelling and RWBY is a web series that is highly invested in re-creating standard setups (such as fairy tales) and then attempting to subvert/complicate them. It makes a great deal of sense then that they would use a trope seen in two of the most popular fantasy series ever created, and then work to update it: the Relic is not a simplistic, pure evil thing like the ring or a horcrux is. It functions in similar ways, but---like most else in RWBY post-Volume Three---has a more complex morality attached to it. Jinn seems kindly at times, the Relic was created by the God of Light, etc. Form then, our expectations for how Rooster Teeth pulls from popular storytelling and incorporates those elements into their narrative, can be used as a potential bit of evidence.

But onto the juicier stuff.

The first thing that’s worth establishing is that all of Ozpin’s plans and choices function on multiple levels. For example, take letting Ruby into Beacon. He seems to have done this because she’s a prodigy, and because she has an excellent moral compass, and because a Silver Eyed Warrior is useful in the fight against Salem, and because Beacon is the safest place for someone belonging to a group that Salem has actively hunted in the past, and because she’s now drawn attention to herself by fighting Roman and Cinder. Phew. There’s a lot at play here. This sort of thinking is important because even if we introduce the possibility of the Relic encouraging negative emotions, it means we needn’t undermine any of the already established reasons for Ozpin’s choices in regards to its safety. Why does he put the Relic in a massive, underground vault that looks like it exists in its own pocket of reality?

Obviously to make it difficult to get at, but also, perhaps, to make sure that the Relic is as far away from humanity as possible, unable to influence them. (As a side note: creating what essentially looks like a mini-dimension removed from the real world would definitely drain someone of their remaining magic.) When Yang first enters the vault we see bits of dirt and sand floating upwards, defying gravity, much like how the snow stops when Jinn appears. The Relic appears to have an impact on its environment, perhaps one that grows stronger the longer it stays in one place. Ozpin hides it deep below the earth, in its own little pocket of reality, because otherwise having the Relic sit in one place for too long is going to cause real problems.

Why put it under a school? Both so that there’s extra protection and because these are the people most equipped to deal with the Relic’s influence. If it does still manage to produce negativity---and as a result draws more Grimm---do you want a bunch of untrained civilians dealing with that, or the people used to both managing stress and fighting monsters? Why take the Relic immediately to Atlas? Because, as said, safety works in a multitude of ways. You’ve put the Atlesian army between both Salem and any Grimm the Relic may call; you’ve put the Relic in the city that’s most prepared to deal with the consequences attached to it. All of Ozpin’s choices remain logical even if we introduce the possibility that the Relic is capable of more than just answering questions. 

But I’m actually getting ahead of myself. We’re still working under the assumption that the Relic produces negativity at all, so let’s take a moment to lay out some evidence for that.

In short, it comes down to the fact that the Relic attracts Grimm. Ozpin says straight out that he's not “entirely sure” why this is the case, but he clearly has theories, one of which has to do with the Grimm’s “origins.” AKA, the God of Darkness who we know after this episode created beings that are both physical representations of, and are attracted to, negativity. That’s their origin. 

The simplest explanation here is that the Relic is somehow producing the thing we already know the Grimm are attracted to: negativity of any sort. Rather than introducing another, convoluted bit of lore---Grimm are attracted to negativity AND now any objects explicitly created by the gods---it would make sense to streamline things. The Grimm are still attracted to the same things they’ve always been attracted to, it’s just now we have an object that actively produces that. It would explain why Ozpin describes the attraction as ��faint, but undeniable.” After all, there’s plenty of negativity in the world. Nearby Grimm might get distracted by something bigger and nastier, but you’re more likely to become a target if you’re in the presence of something that eats away at your ability to remain optimistic and generate kindness. This explanation would also function well thematically, both for the trope reasons discussed above, and due to the nature of djinns and genies. I’ve laid out elsewhere how Jinn herself is rather manipulative, subtly encouraging cruelty towards Ozpin as well as reckless behavior in Ruby. Jinn is the lamp, so if that’s her characterization, why not extend that a little further? As an entity she actively does what the lamp passively does: encourage fear, mistrust, and anger towards others. 

What’s immediately notable to me then is how negative moods seem to follow the Relic around, literally coming and going as the Relic does. One of the happiest moments in Volume Six is when everyone gets on the train and the girls are settling into their room. It’s just like old times with arguments about video games, Qrow coming in to tease his nieces, Weiss getting playfully annoyed at Ruby, etc. Sure, we also deal with some of Blake’s lingering doubts in regards to Yang, but it’s an incredibly optimistic conversation. Everyone is supporting one another here, everyone is smiling... and notably Ozpin, carrying the Relic, is absent. It doesn’t register as odd to us because Oscar and Ozpin have been removed from most group gatherings that don’t relate immediately to the war, most obviously when Oscar doesn’t join the re-united groups for their celebratory dinner in Haven. His absence makes sense, but it also happens to coincide with one of the last truly happy scenes we get this Volume (the other being the reunion with Jaune’s sister). If we buy into this idea that the Relic can impact people over time, Ozpin’s absence might also help explain why things don’t start going south until the train. As established, he keeps his distance within the Haven house. Except for explaining the Relic’s function---which lasts for only a minute or so, wherein the conversation presumably ends and Ozpin leaves the group to their chit-chat, taking the Relic with him---and other logistical details in regards to their journey, Ozpin and Oscar might have kept to themselves, thereby limiting the rest of the group’s exposure to the Relic.

From then on though the group is forced to keep close quarters with Ozpin and the morale very quickly takes a nosedive. Whoever is holding the Relic and whoever else is in its immediate vicinity demonstrates an incredibly short fuse, starting with Oscar getting into a fight with Dudley and Dudley getting mad enough to shove him in the middle of a fight.

We then see the group’s knee-jerk fury over Ozpin’s new bit of information while back on the train, Yang antagonizing him in the snow, all the way through to the group drawing their weapons on Qrow, an ally and uncle, for merely saying, “Hey.” As myself and others immediately pointed out when the episode aired, that is not a normal response for these girls, especially when Qrow isn’t even the one they’re mad at. What’s difficult in analyzing a theory like this is that we have to acknowledge that all of these emotions are still real. The Relic is just taking them to an extreme that results in unexpected and inappropriate behavior. The Relic isn’t producing these feelings of anger and hurt and confusion---fans are right to establish that it’s natural for the girls to be upset here---but it does seem to be escalating things at an unnatural rate. Which is why I chose the horcrux as a comparison. Just like Ron under normal circumstances, outside of the necklace’s influence, would never say or do these things, neither would the group outside of the Relic’s influence. They’d all feel the same things, they’d just a) be experiencing the normal amount of those emotions and b) be better able to manage their response to them.Things like drawing their weapons, punching Oscar, slamming him up against walls, abject pessimism, rejecting adults, deciding to steal an airship, insisting on fighting Cordovin, or letting out a furious, “He was watching us?” when you learn Ozpin just saved your teammates’ lives are all pretty unexpected explosions among a group that’s normally more diverse, more level-headed, and more compassionate. Volume Six is absolutely stuffed with examples of extreme behavior, actions and knee-jerk reactions that don’t fit the crime and don’t fit established characterization. We can chalk it up to terrible writing, or we can theorize that maybe, just maybe, something is encouraging them to act in this manner.

With these explanations in mind, consider how Ozpin reacts to Ruby merely touching the Relic. It’s quick, but when he finds out she has it his response is wide-eyed fear and an immediate, “Please hand it over.”

Based on what we already know, this makes no sense to me. Why would Ozpin be fearful? Ruby quite literally can’t do anything with the lamp until she has Jinn’s name---his secrets are safe. Even if they weren’t, or even if his trauma is convincing him here that Ruby might somehow divine that there are questions left and find a way to use one of them against him, I can’t believe that Ozpin would deal with that situation in this particular way. Meaning, the guy has a pretty level head and he’s good at putting people at ease. How do you get your Relic back without drawing attention to the fact that it’s still usable? By expressing relief that Ruby found it. Oh good. It’s safe. Wonderful, I’ll just casually take it back now. Yet Ozpin is incapable of doing any of that here. He sees Ruby holding it and is blurting out an instinctual request: “Please give it back.” It implies that his only concern is to get it out of her hands as quickly as possible, which in turn suggests that merely holding it has some sort of consequence attached. This isn’t a problem (questions) that he can take the time to carefully coax a solution to, this is a problem (her holding it) that needs to be solved now. Right this instant. Please drop the magical object that encourages depression and fury in people nearby. That’s my burden to (literally) carry.

He even reminds them then that it’s a “powerful item” (again, what power is at play if Ruby can’t summon Jinn?) and that it’s “[his] burden to bear.” Blake picks up on that implication and asks for us, “Why does it matter who carries it?” but Ozpin isn’t inclined to answer. He simply begs them to listen to him and then Oscar takes control, revealing Jinn’s name. But the question still stands. Why does it matter who carries it, provided that no one else has the word needed to access the Relic’s one, established power? Ozpin’s behavior here suggests that there’s more he’s worried about than just his (well founded) fear that they’ll somehow ask a question.

In my recap of “Uncovered” I theorized that there was a consequence to using the Relic given Ozpin’s non-violent desperation to get it out of Ruby’s hands. If you’re concerned only with keeping your own secrets... just take the damn thing. Ozpin might be in Oscar’s body now, but he’s still incredibly powerful. He could snatch the Relic out of Ruby’s hands easy-peasy, but only if he’s unconcerned with her mental and physical health. If, on the other hand, you’re likewise concerned with keeping her from using it because it would harm her in some way, you’re not going to exacerbate that problem by putting her in even more, potential danger. Instead you beg. You plead. You try to reason. You charge with an open palm, looking like you want only to knock the Relic out of her hands.

That assumed consequence could be a sort of double-dose of whatever negativity the Relic is already producing; an emotional whammy thanks to the increased interaction: someone near the relic won’t be as impacted as someone holding the relic, who in turn won’t be as impacted as someone who actually uses it. While re-watching some scenes for this meta, it struck me that twice now we’ve seen characters collapse immediately after that close interaction:

Granted yes, both Yang and Ozma are reacting to already terrible news: Yang that Raven has officially abandoned her and Ozma that he presumably can’t beat Salem. Visually though it’s an intriguing detail. Those who touch/use the relic tend to buckle under its weight. It literally and figuratively generates the sort of emotion that causes people to collapse in despair. So why don’t we see any more of this? Why isn’t Ozpin falling over in Haven and Ruby on the rest of their journey? Potentially because of either their Silver Eyes or what Silver Eyes represent. We know that Ozpin’s magic is what created children with Silver Eyes in the first place, so it could be that his original magic---Light’s magic---helps to act as a buffer against the Relic’s influence. Ozpin and Ruby are both able to interact with it more easily than others because of that buffer. That is, up until Ruby has been carrying/sleeping with it for days on end and is now mistrustful of Ozpin and throwing herself into canons; up until Ozpin has been carrying/sleeping with it for days on end and is now much more snappish towards his students than normal. Or, a related theory, it’s just their innate natures that do the trick, no literal magic involved. Ruby is the “simple soul” of our story and Ozpin the one who believes simple souls hold the key to success. They’re both already optimists at their core and therefore it takes longer to eat away at those beliefs. Unlike someone like Yang or Qrow who is already grappling with anger and pessimism. They fall right under the Relic’s influence.

All of this would, put plainly, explain a whole slew of issues in Volume Six. Why are our characters so OOC? Because magic is seriously putting them off their game and turning them into people they wouldn’t normally be inclined to become. Why wasn’t there an overt downside to using Jinn like many fans expected (given the mythology attached to her)? There was, we just haven’t  acknowledged it yet. Why did everyone have a near identical reaction to the Relic’s information, despite being different people with different experiences and worldviews? Because magic created a blanket uniformity of anger, despair, and eventual superiority. What was up with that side quest to the farm that didn’t lead anywhere plot-wise? It’s thematic work, even more-so than the already established “Oh, our characters have doubts about their mission and here are Grimm that literally make them apathetic!” Those moments may also function as a pseudo red herring. No one is theorizing about “things that magically change your mood” because we already got that this volume. Whole episodes worth. It was those Grimm and then the group set them on fire, freeing themselves... except what if there was more than one magical thing influencing them right from the start? It’s the sort of thematic detail you might include to help establish a plot twist. 

As said at the start though, I don’t actually believe very strongly that we’ll see this revelation in Volume Seven. There’s too much else that, if I were setting up such a reveal, I would have changed with this information in mind. But I think it’s still a possibility given what we’ve seen and it’s absolutely something I would accept moving forward. I would much rather be able to say, “Ah. Everyone went OOC because of this conflict with the Relic you were setting up. Far from perfect execution, but you still pulled it off.” Rather than what we currently have, which is, “Team RWBY is turning into a bunch of violent, arrogant, and cruel people entirely of their own volition. This is what ‘heroism’ now looks like in the RWBY-verse.” Magical influences, to my mind, are the preferred explanation here.

[atamascolily]

One of the exercises in Julia Cameron’s The Vein of Gold is to compile a list of favorite movies--or ones with images that resonate with you--and note any patterns that arise. Here are some of mine, with observations below.

(For the purposes of this exercise, I’m sticking with live-action films, but there’s no reason why there couldn’t be animated films.)

1. Star Wars Original Trilogy (Star Wars, The Empire Strikes Back, Return of the Jedi)

(Yes, I know this is technically three films, with three different directors and independent histories, but I didn’t feel like listing them all separately.)

2. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring

Ironically, I love the first Peter Jackson movie, but not any of the subsequent ones. Which is not to say they’re necessarily bad movies, but they’re not the ones I’d want on endless loop. (Part of this is because The Two Towers and The Return of the King are essentially war movies, and also because I have to watch Faramir act OOC, which hurts my soul.)

3. The Secret Garden

4. The Matrix

I actually don’t have strong feelings about Reloaded and Revolutions--like, the actual plot is weird, but I am so not watching these films for plot.

5. Return to Oz

6. Inception

7. Labyrinth

8. The Terminator

Don’t get me wrong, Terminator 2 has a lot going for it, but it’s not the one that I can’t stop thinking about (except for that one deleted scene with Michael Biehn, which is a totally different story).

Thoughts and Themes:

So at first glance, it seems like I have two separate categories: ‘80s and ‘90s-’00s films. Or maybe it’s sci-fi and fantasy? The Secret Garden is the only one that even approaches some kind of realism, and even that is a pastoral kind of world that would not be out of place in the more peaceful parts of, say, Middle-Earth (especially Fourth Age). How about high-tech vs. low-tech, or cyberpunk vs. fairy tale? Or, even better, what about reality vs. illusion (or story vs. truth if you prefer)--which is also a major tension within every film on this list?

I’ll also note that most of these films have an epic color palette, with memorable landscapes that either serve as characters in and of themselves, or symbolize the mental states of various characters. These films are beautiful works of art, reveling in The Aesthetic, whether that’s the idyllic peacefulness of the Shire or the grimy back alleys of 1980s Los Angeles.

The thing that really got me when I laid it out like this--the thing I hadn’t noticed before--was that all of these involve a (sometimes literal) rebirth, transition, or journey from darkness to light (or light to darkness to light again, depending on the work). You could also substitute life and death here, and not change much.

This is, again, often quite literal: Sarah moves underground in Labyrinth, the Fellowship descends into the Mines of Moria, the secret garden comes to life with the spring, Dorothy confronts the Nome King in his underground lair. Neo wakes up to find himself naked and soaked to the skin, and flushed down the tubes like garbage, in a literal hellscape where the machines destroyed the sun (a motif that also appears in Terminator’s dystopian future), then literally dies and is resurrected at the end of the film. Luke goes underground to confront his own double--another recurring theme!--on Dagobah.

Duality and the exploration of one’s soul through another world is HUGE  big theme--or, to put it another way, The internal mirrors the external. This is a huge motif of Inception, which is a literal inward journey into a character’s psyche; and you could also make the argument that both Return to Oz and Labyrinth cover similar territory. Is Oz real, or is it in Dorothy’s head? Is Ozma a part of her, or is Ozma a separate entity? Is Jareth a real foe or is he the embodiment of Sarah’s fears and desires, a fantasy she concocts based on a story in a book?  And Frodo realizes he’s not so different from Gollum, that the sad shriveled creature is what he could become if he fails at his task--and, ironically, his kindness to Gollum is what allows the quest to succeed when Frodo finally succumbs to temptation.

Frodo in the The Fellowship of the Ring sees the world differently when he wears the One Ring, and it’s terrifying. Sarah Connor realizes that she’s left her ordinary world behind and crossed into Kyle and the Terminator’s reality in a moving speech, and The Matrix doesn’t even try to be subtle. Even The Secret Garden uses the eponymous garden as a metaphor for the blossoming of Mary’s own soul, and the souls of those around her (especially her uncle and cousin, but also Ben Weatherstaff).

These stories are also concerned with ecology, though it’s usually a background motif, since the main focus is on saving the world (or what’s left of it, i.e, humans). The Shire is paradise; Mordor is a desolate hellscape, dominated by a giant volcano. Kyle Reese breaks down over the beauty of the world, and Mary Lennox seeks to bring the lost garden back to life. Dorothy retreats elsewhere after the grey grimness of Kansas/the mental hospital.

There’s also a real tension concerning humans’ relationship to technology in these films. The Matrix is an illusion, and machines control the earth. Or the machines don’t even bother farming humans and aim to kill ‘em all. Saruman literally transforms Isengard from a tree-lined field to an industrial hellscape. The mental institution uses that freaky electrical machine on Dorothy. Star Wars is more accepting of droids and technology, but even there, there’s tension: Obi-wan calls Darth Vader “more machine than man,” and it’s not a compliment; the Death Star is built to obliterate entire planets and must be stopped twice.

I’d argue this theme goes deeper than human/tech--it’s really human/other, with technology providing one kind of other. There’s human-alien interactions in Star Wars and Labyrinth, not to mention Mary’s relationship with the robin in The Secret Garden, Dorothy’s friendship with Jack Pumpkinhead and the Gump. On a less friendly note, Frodo’s relationship with Gollum is the emotional crux of the Lord of the Rings.

These films also feature the classic hero’s journey, but often through a female lens. The protagonist usually has no special skills other than their strong moral character and determination--or even if they do have skills (like Ariadne*), they still serve as an audience surrogate or substitute, a stranger to the new worlds they visit. The protagonist has at least one faithful friend/companion/love interest to help them (sometimes even a team/found family), and often a mentor as well (who may or may not be a crusty eccentric). In the end, the characters must take control of their own destiny--Frodo chooses to leave the Fellowship, Luke throws away his lightsaber rather than kill his father, Sarah declares to Jareth “You have no power over me”. Sarah Connor yells, “On your feet, soldier!” and keeps going to the bitter end, and Mary Lennox is unafraid of her bratty cousin’s wrath and puts a stop to it when everyone else enables him.

*(As an aside, I know Ariadne’s not the main character in Inception, but I find the actual main character way less interesting, so she’s the one I focus on, just like I find Trinity far more compelling than Neo.)

Characters often have Meaningful Names: Morpheus, Trinity, Neo; Ariadne; Luke Skywalker, Han Solo. These films also feature a question of fate and inevitability - Luke has precognitive visions, Neo consults the Oracle, Sarah is told “there is no fate but what we make for ourselves,” with Kyle serving as an oracle of sorts with messages from the future to come. The Mirror of Galadriel shows possible futures for the Shire, too.

Another theme is that the protagonist must suffer and/or work hard for their transformation. Mary has to do the actual work of gardening; Luke has to sweat and do handstands (beautifully, I might add); Frodo has to walk to Mount Doom; Sarah has to walk the labyrinth, and Sarah Connor has to survive a fucking nightmare. Dorothy has to rescue the royal family of Ev and free Ozma; Ariadne has to design a dream-puzzle for the heist to work. Even Neo has to train with Morpheus--though he’s able to use cheat codes to download martial arts directly into his brain without having to sweat for it; his real journey is in self-confidence. 

In keeping with the stunning visuals, impossible feats are regularly featured, and excellent, cutting-edge-for-their-time special effects are prominent. Many also feature stunning fight scenes--the classic Luke vs. Vader duel on Cloud City; the “I know Kung fu” sequence in The Matrix; the clashes in The Fellowship of the Ring. Jareth has some excellent moves in Labyrinth, too, although he’s more inclined to dance than traditional battles.

I couldn’t resist contrasting my favorite moment in Return to Oz--rescuing Ozma from the mirror prison--with Ariadne shattering her own reflection in Inception, because that is such a moment for me, encapsulating all of the reality/illusion, internal/external, self/other dichotomies I mentioned above. (See also the Mirror of Galadriel above.) Inception and Labyrinth also share the motif of impossible Escher staircases, which I freakin’ adore.

It will probably come as no surprise to note that I also enjoyed films like The Dark Crystal, The Neverending Story,  and What Dreams May Come, which tap into similar themes and imagery. You’ll probably be able to guess that The Sword in the Stone is my favorite animated Disney film, too.

I also love a number of Asian films like Hero, House of Flying Daggers, and Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, all of which feature beautiful landscapes and color palettes, stunning fight scenes and special effects, along with a healthy dose of the fantastic, and a focus on story vs. reality (often with a plot twist or surprise reveal at the end). This is unsurprising when you consider the strong debt both Star Wars and The Matrix owe to Asian cinema in terms of style, plot, and aesthetic. In those films, the tension is more society vs. self, but duality is still very strongly present.

If you notice any other patterns or recurring themes, let me know; I’d love to hear them! Also, if you can think of any other movies I might enjoy based on this, let me know.

[fencer-x]

Hey fencer! So I know you just recently posted the last drarry fic rec list, but I just have to ask if you possibly have any more? I've spent the last few days reading Every Single Fic you recced and somehow we have the exact same taste. I adored every single one! Men who love dragons too much has become my ultimate favorite, and I was wondering if you had any recs that are similar, like shapeshifting or maybe nonhuman Draco? If not I totally get it, but I thought it couldn't hurt to ask!

Hey, I can’t blame you! They’re good fics, Bret.

First off, I’m going to be a rude little tease and say I’m writing more fic where Draco turns into an animal and Harry is the only one who can help him out, BUT that’s probably going to be quite a ways down the line (I’m about halfway through writing the next fic, and the one I’m planning to do after that one sounds like something more…fun I guess?? ALL FIC WRITING IS FUN but you get what I mean), so there’s really no point in mentioning it except to self-promo, is there? :D

Anyway, while shapeshifting Draco seems quite rare (to my great surprise when I wrote MWLDTM, as I was SURE someone had to have written ‘actually is a dragon’!Draco before, in the many many years this canon has existed), creature fic is RAMPANT in the Drarry fandom, especially if you’re looking for veela!Draco XD

Whether or not that fic is any good is a bit of an issue…but there’s lots of it! I’ll see if I can give a couple of different creature fic reccs and then also direct you to where to browse for LOTS more.

First, I can’t help but re-recommend Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm, which is a lovely tale in which Draco has a very belated Veela awakening that manifests in a desire to cook for Harry, even though Harry has zero interest in tasting anything Draco makes for him because clearly Draco wants to poison him or something equally nefarious.

Draco Malfoy and the Secret Underground Vampire Bureaucracy has, you guessed it, vampire!Draco and is another amusing take on the creatureness. Lots of people write creature!Draco and play up the animalistic-ness of it all, because that’s sexy, and while I definitely appreciate it, I love good humor in fics, so fics that can balance both are fun XD The setup for this one, where Draco’s vampire lineage means he needs a special type of blood that’s rather difficult to come by is interesting too :)

If you’re wanting something a bit steamier, In the Red has you covered. Super hot vampire!Draco while also still remaining his snarky, flirty self. Gotta love it!

Honestly, for fics, it depends on what exactly you’re looking for. If you’re looking for the ‘wizard turns into an animal’ part, you’ll want to look for Animagus/Transforamtion fics, but if you’re looking for the ‘bits of animal/creature bleed over into the wizard, e.g. searching for a mate’, then that’s going to be more of a Veela or Werewolf thing (and a bit of vampire fic too). If you want both, then that’s rough buddy XD ALL I CAN DO IS RECC MY OWN FIC.

Here are a boat-load of Animagus!Drarry fics (some are Animagus Draco, some Animagus Harry; just check out the summaries!). Things That Seem is amusing, though the Animagus bit is only a throwaway, and there’s some er…potentially squicky things, but it’s mostly played for laughs?? Take that how you will lol.

Here are a bunch where Draco is just turned into a ferret, period. Yes, that’s a whole thing fics get written about XD; probably not what you’re looking for, but there’s some fun stuff there nonetheless! I enjoyed A Mile of Revelations, myself.

And magical creature Drarry reccs are here! Note that all three of these links I’ve just given are older and therefore not as replete as some others. I’m including them mostly because newer lists may not have these older fics too. Also, not all of these have Draco being the creature; for example, Drop Dead Gorgeous is a great fic (would be TOP TIER if the porn weren’t fade-to-black :P), but Harry is the Veela, not Draco (though the explanation is pretty good! I bought it.)

^^^^regarding those magical creature fics, be aware that some of them go hard on the animalistic personality, so there’s lots of OOC-ness in them thar words. Caveat lector.

More creature fics! While the quality is hit-or-miss, Icarus Rising and The Veela Enigma were considered classics for the trope back in the day, as was Gold-tinted Spectacles. Perhaps you’ll be entertained!

@capiturecs has done a fantastic job of not just compiling lists of fics but giving long, thoughtful descriptions so you know exactly what you’re getting into. Here is their list for Animagus/Transformation fics, Vampire, and Veelas (all Drarry of course! But not all with DRACO, so be sure to check if you’re in the mood to see him turned into something wicked).

And finally, I’ll just drop a couple of other random recommendations, not necessarily in line with your request but fun things I’ve read recently :D

The Vanishing Department - Draco works in the Vanishing Department of the Ministry, where everything wizards and witches Vanish winds up, so that people can come and claim their mistakenly Vanished items. Harry, in a fit of pique, Vanishes a ton of stuff from Grimmauld Place and must visit frequently to sort through the junk and get it all back.

Slithering - really, Astolat can do no wrong, no matter what fandom they write for *____* There are no Animagus shenanigans, but there is a very cute snake that I think you will enjoy reading about XD I also recommend going through their other works, because there are multiple treats buried in there.

[citialiin]

ooc ; thank u for tagging me in fun memes and stuff! ヽ(　･∀･)ﾉ so i dont flood ppls dashes i just wait until i have a few & put them under readmores.

HORROR ARCHETYPE AESTHETICS tagged by: @ betelguide

GOTHIC HORROR.

gaslights.   corsets.   ballrooms.   candlelight.   mist.   starless nights.   full moons.  cobbled streets.   horse-drawn carriages.   mysterious strangers.   bogs.   moors.  forests.   mountains.   castles.   velvet.   silver.   brass.   gold.   jewels.   domino masks.   the opera.  dangerous romances.   tragic romances.   violins.   roses.   lilies.   empty graves.   crosses.   cemeteries.   snow.   ice.   the gallows.   crows.   milk-white skin.  ambiguous illness.  fangs.   pointed nails.   something howling in the night.   capes.   gloves.   top hats.   straight razors.   lightning.   pipe organs.   underground caverns.   bats.   mice.   rats.   ravens.   cats.   pearls.   attics.   talismans.   axes.   wood.  isolation in a room full of people.   vampires.   werewolves.   ghosts.   coffins.   western europe.   eastern europe.   bones.   churches.   catacombs.   mausoleums.   spiders.   books.

CLASSIC HORROR.

black   &   white.   powder puffs.   red lipstick.   winged eyeliner.   white kitten heels.  black lace lingerie.   icy blue eyes.   rain.   abandoned cars.   skeletons.   acid.  poison.   voyeurism.   switchblades.   strangling.   overcoats.   looking over your shoulder.   trans-atlantic accents.   private detectives.   dinner parties.   haunted mansions.   alcohol in glass decanters.   cobwebs.   perfect blonde curls.   kitchen knives.   shock.   cellars.  dust.  dark alleys.   empty streets.   driving at night.   horn-rimmed glasses.   radiation.  zombies.   serial murder.   paranoia.   the city.   witches.  the devil.   cannibalism.  conspiracies.   amulets.   abject terror.   the american south.   the american northeast.    england.   analog cameras.

SLASHERS.

bloodbaths.   massacres.   wanton nudity.   newspapers.   leather jackets.   letterman jackets.   converse sneakers.   obscured faces.   social unrest.   bonfires.   lakes.  babysitters.   suburbia.   high school.   lockers.   dead leaves in the fall.   jack-o’-lanterns.   outdated television sets.   nightmares.   psychiatrists.   hospitals.  unstoppable forces.   gunfire.   police.   landline telephones.   household objects turned into improvised weapons.   halloween.   secrets.   revelations.   character masks.  scrunchies.   queerness.   wild curls.   morbid humor.   jeering children.  parties.   fire.   swearing.  revulsion.   california.   the american midwest.   ambulances.

PARANORMAL HORROR.

malevolent spirits.   seances.   spells.   missing bodies.   hidden graves.   white noise.   static.   flickering lights.   rings of salt.   demons.   poltergeists.   dark histories.   old buildings.  cold air.   mausoleums.   wells.   urban exploration.   a dog barking at something you can’t see.   black ooze.   old photographs.   faces you can swear you’ve seen before  but can’t for the life of you figure out where.   dark bodies of water.   crucifixes.   priests.   possession.   exorcisms.   dolls.   jump scares.

CRYPTID   &   URBAN LEGEND HORROR.

ALIENS.  blinding light.   dark woods.   driving at night.   claw-marks.   bite-marks.   men in black.   memory loss.  dismembered bodies.   sewers.   flashlights.   cell phones.   video cameras.   cars with tinted windows.   abandoned houses.   unlabeled cassette tapes.  bugs.   big cities.   urban crimes.  clowns.   something rustling outside your window. glowing light.   unsolved mysteries.   suburbia.   mirrors.   the american pacific northwest.   the american midwest.   the american east coast.   hiking   /   backpacking.

THRILLERS.

daylight.   fluorescent lighting.   morgues.   asylums.   unwavering eye contact.  tension.   lit rooms with no one inside them.   a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed.  steely gazes.   paperwork.   anagrams.   codes.   convicted killers.  missing persons.  law enforcement.   federal agents.  small towns.   suspicion.   paranoia.   subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots.

CLASSIC NOVELIST AESTHETICS tagged by: @ finestprize

JOHN KEATS. the lavender in sunsets, flowers in the rain, sunlight slipping through clouds,  lazy summer afternoons, the heavy scent of musk, flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books,  fireflies on a cool summer night, being wrapped in fresh bed sheets, the ache of wanting what you can never have, dripping sunlight like gold,  loving someone so exquisite,  soft lips and soft whispers, fingers through hair, names of lovers carved in trees, broken glass,  the insistence of being perpetually dreamy.

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD.   crisp winter skies with cold bright stars,  mahogany wood, the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog,  empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room,  bruised arms reaching out into the darkness,  cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol,  a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered, the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment,  your favorite sweater, parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing, the contrast of blood against snow,  a purple split lip oozing blood,  black eyes fading to blue to pale skin,  the butterflies of falling in love for the first time, the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries,  the romanticization of self-destruction.

FRANZ KAFKA.  the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future,  decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there,  the way not even light can escape a black hole, the rich smell of old books, delicate veins in the wrist, ghosts filling lungs,  shattered bones,  raindrops on the tongue,  rusting metal, nostalgia that aches,  the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head.

H.P. LOVECRAFT.   the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave,  pouring rain and mud, a child’s fear of the dark,  thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never-ending ocean,  the silence of three a.m.,  ouija boards and urban legends. (WHO WROTE THIS???? HAVE YOU EVER OBSESSIVELY POURED OVER HP LOVECRAFT LIKE I HAVE??? THIS SUCKS!!! THESE ARE NOT HP LOVECRAFT AT ALL WHERE IS THE SECTION ABOUT CLIMBING UP MOUNTAINS TO SUMMON ELDER GODS AND HOWLING AT THE MOON LIKE A MADMAN AND HAVING A WIZARD BEAT YOU TO DEATH IN YOUR OWN HOUSE)

JACK KEROUAC.   the brisk pine air of being on a mountain,  travels without a destination,  those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory,  screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive,  coffee shops late at night, car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark, naps spent in the sun,  novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins, the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders, ignoring flaws and loving life,  wind through hair,  depression as fog in the brain, impossible ideals, a quiet sunrise,  walks alone, when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe, dazzling people, open lands stretching out into infinity, falling in love with being alive.

EDGAR ALLAN POE.   the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog,  hollow bones,  a preserved heart held in hands,  twinkling stars above an old graveyard,  the way everything turns to dust,  silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom, self-inflicted flames,  perfection depicted as a rotting corpse,  death as bricks in the heart,  lips barely brushing against each other, glassy glazed eyes,  biting into a lemon,  heart-shaped bruises,  rotting flowers on a grave,  dried blood and spilled liquor,  the hush of dusk when it begins raining,  the intimacy of a secret.

LITERARY ARCHETYPE MEME tagged by: @ manenimittliv

HOMERIC EPITHET:  You are THE GREAT TELLER OF TALES

The Greek hero Odysseus had many epithets ascribed to him (others included “much-enduring,” “cunning,” and “man of twists and turns”), and this was one of them, so you’re in good company.

FATAL FLAW: YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH THE IDEA OF A PERSON.

And then I deleted the rest of this because it didn’t really apply to him. Oh well

LITERARY SETTING: GATSBY'S MANSION

You got Gatsby’s mansion! This larger-than-life crib is the perfect place for a party animal like yourself. It’s located on the Long Island Sound (ideal for swimming, lounging, obsessively staring across the water with a LaCroix in your hand and unattainable fantasies on your mind, etc.), but it’s also just a train ride away from New York City (city of dreams and $1 pizza). But let’s not forget the best part: it’s got a library that’ll make you wanna grab a fluffy blanket and a chai latte and literally never see the light of day again.

this is a lot of useless information. steal them if youd like

[lexicondcvil-blog]

hey folks ! i’m lucia and this is joey--a muse i created about a year ago ?? and have written a little bit on my indie, but have never written her in a group, so i’m super excited. if you missed my ooc intro in discord, the tl;dr version is this: i’m thirty. i live in pst, but i work overnights, so my sleep schedule and activity schedule are a hot mess tbqh. i’m a textbook aquarius. and i just finished a book that stole my heart, so i have to mourn that book before i can start another.

below the cut, you’ll find a stats page on joey as well as a little minibio ( i have to pace myself or i’ll never get to maite’s stuff ).

GENERAL INFORMATION.

full name - josephine harper ryan nicknames - joey, ryan gender / pronouns - she/her date of birth - july 12, 1960 place of birth - corvallis, oregon citizenship / ethnicity - american / irish, english, scottish, icelandic. religion - atheist socioeconomic status / political affiliation - lower middle class; liberal. marital status - single, though may depend on verse. sexual & romantic orientation - bisexual. education / occupation - waitress. languages - english

FAMILY INFORMATION.

parents - darby ( deceased ) & felicity ryan. siblings - heather, eldest sister ( deceased ); katherine, younger sister; edmund, younger brother. offspring - none pets / other - none. notable extended family - isabelle, niece and gabriel, nephew.

PHYSICAL INFORMATION.

faceclaim - maika monroe hair color / eye color - blonde / brown height / build - 5′6″ / slender tattoos / piercings - earlobes x 2. a few cartliage piercings. tattoo of ‘the moon’ tarot card on her left forearm. an ‘x’ tattooed on her right middle finger. distinguishable features - big brown eyes, wild blonde hair

MEDICAL INFORMATION.

medical history - anxiety. known allergies - none. visual impairment / hearing impairment - none. nicotine use / drug use / alcohol use - very rarely will she smoke a cigarette or use drugs. drinks socially, but is more inclined to experiment since she is no longer responsible for her siblings and niece/nephew.

PERSONALITY.

traits - ( + ) amiable, stalwart, imaginative ; ( - ) melancholy, reserved, petulant tropes - small town boredom, desperately looking for a place in life, mommy issues, relative button, perky goth, cool aunt temperament - phlegmatic alignment - chaotic good celtic tree zodiac - holly, the ruler mbti - infp hogwarts house - hufflepuff vice / virtue - envy / diligence likes / dislikes - fairy lights over a dark tapestry, old victorian houses, cats, a new pair of tights with no snags in them, a soft knit sweater, lavender lemonade, almond cookies, the sound of fallen leaves crunching underfoot /  people who dislike children, drunk drivers, the after-church sunday rush at her restaurant, ants, boys who are music elitists. quote - “she tastes like nectar and salt. nectar and salt and apples. pollen and stars and hinges. she tastes like fairy tales. swan maiden at midnight. cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. she tastes like hope.”

FAVORITES.

food - bacon cheeseburger, no mayo, and fries. drink - strawberry milkshake pizza topping - jalapenos, chicken, and pineapple color - black and pink music - bauhaus, the smiths, the germs, blondie, david bowie, iggy pop, the velvet underground, siouxsie and the banshees, x, the damned, x-ray spex, the specials, talking heads, the go-gos … books - we have always lived in the castle, by shirley jackson movies - suspiria, night of the living dead, blade runner, decline of western civilization, poltergeist, raiders of the lost ark, halloween, mad max, jaws. curse word - bullshit scents - peony, pumpkin, rain

BIOGRAPHY. ( tw death, alcoholism )

josphine ryan is born the second of four to darby and felicity ryan on the hottest day in july, 1960. darby ryan dies on her tenth birthday in a fishing accident while working in alaska and his body is never recovered. his salty grave is too far away to feel real; too far away to place flowers at and mourn. the impact of grief affects her mother profoundly, but between the five of them, they make do. heather and joey, as the eldest girls, make sure the younger ones are looked after while felicity works two jobs. even after heather is on her own and starting her own family, she makes sure her siblings are taken care of.

joey is nearly seventeen when heather and her boyfriend die in the wreck that leaves joey with a broken arm and a small laceration to her forehead. hit by a drunk driver, joey’s niece and nephew had been orphaned in one tragic accident. if her mother had been distant following her father’s death, she was beside herself over the loss of her eldest daughter. within a year, felicity had lost both jobs and rarely left the house except to scrounge up enough cash for a trip to the liquor store. everything fell on the narrow shoulders of the eldest remaining daughter that had dreamed of a life outside of small-town corvallis.

instead of following her dreams of film school, joey graduated early and started working two waitressing jobs. there was a small settlement and some government stipend for the kids, but at eighteen she was hardly seen as fit to be granted full custody of her siblings, niece and nephew. on top of raising the four kids, she made efforts to maintain the image that her mother was a charming stay at home mom that was only absent in public--so stalwart in her dedication to staying home for her children. 

by the time katherine and edmund were able to help out more, felicity had enrolled in aa and was taking steps to become a guiding presence in the kids’ lives again. as much as it released the pressure on her, there was a bitterness joey could not salve. after all this time, felicity ryan could return to reality--image virtually untarnished--and be forgiven as easily as children can forgive. knowing she was unable to keep from screaming into her pillow each night while felicity insisted on chaperoning the younger kids to practices and events, joey finally accepted that she had--for the first time in her life--the opportunity to leave.

though things would, perhaps, always be precarious and toxic between joey and her mother, there was love and understanding. felicity gave joey her blessing ( provided she call once a week ) and her father’s old 1970 honda scrambler. it was a long ride before she found herself in new york city, waiting tables again and hoping to find something bigger than herself to fall in love with. there was so much more to see in this big city than back home and joey basked in it all.

after a recommendation from a friend, joey ended up catching a few shows at veto and fell in love with the anger and passion. still a girl who would rather swallow her own screams than let them bear fruit--the catharsis of the pit, the vocals, and the camaraderie made her feel more at home than she’d even felt changing diapers and packing lunches alone. she’s lived in the pit for about seven months and is torn between the fear of losing a place she finally feels herself in and the worry that she hasn’t been there long enough to have a right to grieve ziggy.

[elke-firefoot]

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail. / plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.

(A little ooc info, here...  While not at all introverted, Elke is ordinarily pretty quiet around strangers or friends she hasn’t met yet.  She is a watcher and a listener, and she derives a lot of pleasure from it.  It’s not until she knows someone well that she becomes more animated and talkative, so I’m going to assume for the sake of argument, here, that the interviewer and she know each other quite well.  :) )

“Miss Mina Blackthorne,” said Elke with a gentle, but wide smile.  Her smiles were often like that, curving so deeply that the territory of her rounded cheeks encroached upward upon her blue eyes.  Somehow, though, the effect remained calm and tender, joyful and true.  “We met a couple of years ago.  Aside from my little sister, I’m probably closest to her.”  She leaned to one side and slipped her hand behind her neck, pulling her hair forward over her shoulder.  “A detailed description, huh?”  Another smile.  “She’s not really one you’d forget once you’ve met her.  She has this firey red hair and these giant boobs.”  That admission prompted a bubbling, bell-like laughter from Elke, and she shook her head and waved her hands in front of her.  “No no, don’t get me wrong, I mean, they’re lovely!  They’re just always kind of... out there, you know?  I’m pretty sure if she were describing me, she’d probably say something like...”  Elke cleared her throat and put on a little looser of an accent.  “... ‘Right pretty face, really.  Shame about her tits, though.’”  She laughed again, her cheeks a bit pink, her face happy.

“Let’s see, what else?  She’s got blue eyes that are really set off by her hair.  And gods, she’s muscular!  I have no idea what she does to get that buff.  It sure doesn’t run in my family.”  She tilts her head to the side for a moment, thinking.  “Mina is just a ton of fun, really.  Always up for a trip or a party or something.  Always knowing some story about this person or that.  Just the other night she took me to some, like... underground fighting thing?  She just so happened to know this huge Roegadyn that was fighting.  Crazy thing was, she’s a painter.”  Elke shook her head, smiling again.  “That’s just how Mina is.  Knows people everywhere, can do anything.”

Licking her lips, she shifts gears a little.  “A person to stargaze with?”  Her smile reverses itself, pulling downward at her lips until a little frown appears.  “I guess I can’t very well say Mina, can I?  And it’s not like I’m dating anyone.”  That fact doesn’t seem to bother her - her frown seems more one from concentration than sadness.  “Mm, I think I’d have to say my little sister, Tori.”  Gradually, her lips turn upward.  “I should do that, actually.  Tell her all the tales about the spirits and gods in the sky.  She’s always hungry for stories like that.”  Nodding, almost as if to herself, she seems to seal the deal within her mind.  “Thanks for the idea,” she says.

(Thank you so much for sending in these asks, @maybeimawhale! ♥ )

[wyntersecret-a]

!! Reblogged some opens and wishes as I'm not feeling much else here for the time being. Brain is fixed on certain plots I would love to do. Drafts are waiting for now.

[mahoudaigakyuu]

OOC Information

Name: Auriga

Age: 21

Pronouns: She/her

Timezone: EST

Triggers: Pictures of irl gore

IC Information

Name: Iwaizumi Hajime

Age: Old

Pronouns: He/him

Species: Dragon, the treasure-hoarding kind.

House: Samuraiko

History:

> Story of the Morning Glory

Mourning chants echo through the mountains, it’s a crystalline filament that weeps charred bones and crucified hearts. Wings spread across the skies. A true hommage. His father might have died as a hero– but deads can’t be crowned. All lay underground.

War plays with no one. His clan was promised riches if they contributed to its bloodshed. Glints and gold were worth a lifetime of relishiment. However, without a leader and only a fledging for heir, the clan was doomed to fall.

Thus, it fell.

And fell.

And fell.

Until the ashen prairies became green, and the grey sky turned clear. The Western Dragons clan was no more.

> Once dead, twice shy

Scales of marbles and a bonfire of crackling energy. Survivors are no surprise to a calamity, but wind carries dust; no remains stay together. Hatchling Iwaizumi had grown into a fearsome beast, foul and corrupted by an environment of unspoken vileness.

Humans.

Humans had became the rulers of his cradle, coal turning the lands into fertile soil. A real treasure which only the mortals could see the worth. Centuries upon centuries, they builded their kingdom on the country that was rightfully his. Kings may preach, but Princes cannot live in exile. When Iwaizumi came to claim his birthright, enslavement was his only answer.

> Hoarder’s keeper

The mermaids’ lullaby It’s misleading Mislead, you fall

Monsters solely belong in the depths of the earth. Magna diluting his anger down to a teenage rage. In spite of the fits and the whips, it was a lesson well learned. Shackled to the will royalties, he fought centuries of wars, bringing the fire and the flames to the battlegrounds. Death penanced his hands, tarnishing his soul. Soldiers repent through their last breath, however invincible machines can only break.

Scars still tell the story of his sins. But yet to this day, he has addressed them.

> Puppet of mockery

Civilisations are a constant wheel of refresh and anew. They’re a  journey towards a modern era, where beasts of legendary powers paint the frescoes of a bygone age. His Masters eventually succumbed to modernization, leaving on their trail a few tales of his terrible deeds.

The Western Dragons were never considered an object of pride to the lad. However, after being freed from centuries-old shackles, he saw nothing but an opportunity to retrace his clan’s forgotten history and rebuild it from scratch.

[thisweekingundamwing]

August 27-September 2, 2017

This week’s installment of wonderful Gundam Wing works is here!

Please sit back and enjoy them! Lots of things to read and art work to drool over.

~Mod Hel

Fanfiction:

@ahsimwithsake​

Chains (Ch. 7-9) http://archiveofourown.org/works/10884354/chapters/26941902

In which Trowa tries to get back to normal.

@anaranesindanarie​

Death Unspeaking (Ch. 5) http://archiveofourown.org/works/11483196/chapters/27041313

What happens when a Gundam Pilot is mute? What happens when the other Pilots look down at him because of it? Will he overcome the odds or will the odds overcome him?

I Swear (Ch. 2) http://archiveofourown.org/works/11967684/chapters/27064149

Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell

Trowa Barton, Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei

Song fic, Breakups, pinning

End of Summer Block Party Tropefest!

Strangers http://archiveofourown.org/works/11974647

Character Death, Song fic, Death Fic, hope you like it, The feels, Suicide?, accident?,i have no clue

This is for Shini who asked that someone write a fic to this song. I hope you like it!!!

The song is Strangers by Scratch21.

Bernie Calling

Triangle (Ch. 9) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12512891/9/Triangle

Suite "les chasseurs sont lâchés" et " Dilemme" Pourquoi cela s'appelle un triangle amoureux? Duo ne comprend pas, il aime Heero, Heero l'aime ainsi que Hilde, seulement ni elle, ni lui ne sont amoureux. Ce n'est pas un triangle à la rigueur ça peut être un angle amoureux

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Hilde Schbeiker

@chronicwhimsy​

Symptoms of Exposure http://archiveofourown.org/works/11966928

Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

trope: sex pollen, dubious consenticles, but not really, A little?, they all check things are happy, consent is important kids, also Very Bad Science, and poor quarantine procedure, for reasons of shameless filth.

After exposure to an unknown substance in the course of an operation, Heero, Duo and Wufei spend the night in quarantine. A long, increasingly acrobatic night…

End of Summer Block Party Tropefest!

@claraxbarton​

Ready for You (Ch. 5) http://archiveofourown.org/works/11763066/chapters/26972172

A chance meeting ten years after the war leads Duo and Trowa down an unexpected path.

2X3

Academic AU http://claraxbarton.tumblr.com/post/164774181565/trowa-looked-at-the-single-table-at-the-small-and

2X3, First Morning... >_>

Academic AU http://claraxbarton.tumblr.com/post/164790571080/the-faculty-meeting-wasinteresting-trowa

Faculty Meeting was interesting

Diana_Lua

Right Now http://archiveofourown.org/works/11946267

"And we wanna fight; each of us has something to do, something to achieve.

So, we just wanna be right here, right now.

We got fire, so, let it burn…"

Warning: Some context of Episode Zero, chapter 4.

Trowa Barton

Burning (Ch. 3) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12326620/3/Burning

Same as above...(but this is connected to the first two chapters).

Ónoma Ὄνομα http://archiveofourown.org/works/11970393/chapters/27071328

Sometimes it's necessary to choose a new name to live freely. [AU; Something about Duo's past with Solo; 'Where my demons hide' side story (can be read independent of it); Angst; Shounen-ai; probably yaoi/lemon at ending (Angel incest)]

Duo Maxwell/Solo

Duo Maxwell, Solo (Gundam Wing), Zechs Merquise, Naina Peacecraft

Angst, Yaoi, Angel Sex, Shounen-ai, Alternate Universe

Duointherain

Santa Clarita: You’re not my Mother! http://archiveofourown.org/works/11939703

In the virtual world, Duo discovers his power and a moment before he tears Heero's mind apart, Martha shows up to send him to his room.

Santa Clarita: Going Home (Ch. 3) http://archiveofourown.org/works/11858241/chapters/26916459

Heero thinks he's going to find a young Duo, that he'll be responsible for him, that he's going to do everything he can to take care of him. Things never go to plan.

ExecutiveShrimp

The Princess With The Purple Heart (Ch. 19) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12584463/19/The-Princess-With-The-Purple-Heart

AU, 2x1: Don’t ask, don’t tell.

Greentbag

Trust (Ch. 15) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12226861/15/Trust

It’s been years since the Gundams existed, yet he still manages to find himself in the clasp of those metallic prongs. The scientist has always been lethal, he knew that better than anyone. But how much did they know about the good doctor? More importantly how did they manage to involve Relena? He could never bring himself to kill her, the old man might not be so lucky.

Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Relena Darlian/Peacecraft, Doctor J

Friction (Ch. 4) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12627540/4/Friction

AU(ish). Relena, a preventer agent is sent on mandatory leave after the death of a colleague. With no choice, she heads to her favorite vacation spot for some much needed r&r. No one told her she would be neighbours with the very handsome, very intriguing Trowa Barton.

@isolavirtuosa

Unlikely Office Romances (9&10) http://isolavirtuosa.tumblr.com/post/164709214984/unlikely-office-romances-9-10

1x2x1, probably PG-13ish though there are some mildly sexy times and the usual trashmouth

Basically Duo is a jerk and Heero is an awkward nerd.

Unlikely Office Romances (25) http://isolavirtuosa.tumblr.com/post/164856606269/unlikely-office-romances-25

1x2x1

It’s the last part!  Thanks for reading <3

((All other ‘parts’ are connected, be sure to read them all!))

@kangofu-cb

Just Getting Warmed Up http://archiveofourown.org/works/11923545

Trowa Barton/Duo Maxwell

Huddling For Warmth, Tropes, Sex, loads of sex, mostly just sex.

Duo and Trowa are hiding following a mission in a frozen wasteland. An unexpected storm causes lower than expected temperatures, leaving them only one option… Huddle for warmth. 

End of Summer Tropefest!

Right in Front of Me http://archiveofourown.org/works/11923836

Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Quatre Raberba Winner/Heero Yuy, past Duo/Trowa

Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei, Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Zechs Merquise

Tropes, Fake Marriage, a bunch of emotional shit, some commentary on figuring out orientation, Pining, Sex, somewhere in all this emotional bullshit there's sex in here, not angsty though, for once, Fluff, happy endings, Alternate Universe - College/University

End of Summer Tropefest!

@lbro009

Legacy Part 4: WuFei’s POV https://lbro009.tumblr.com/post/164713501400/legacy-part-4-wufei-pov

An old story I am trying to finish up- set post-EW. Mostly about Sally but also heavily featuring Duo and Wufei, among other characters. A smidge of Zechs in this chapter too. Angst angsty angst is how I would describe this chapter.

Lord Raa

Heero Sandwich (Ch. 7) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12594063/7/Heero-Sandwich

Nobody asked for this, especially not Heero Yuy, but here we are all the same.

Prepare for a "comedy" with some adult content. If the chapters feel truncated, then you might want to look for a certain Fanfiction Forum on the (dot) net for a more complete experience.

luvsanime02

Turbulence http://archiveofourown.org/works/11927283/chapters/26957496

The story about what Agent Frank Parks has been up to between Evasion and now.

This is the seventh story in Navigation, a fem!Heero series.

I noted this in the tags, but I just want to say again that there are a couple of sexist slurs in this interlude, and I don't want anyone to be caught off-guard. Read safely!

Maeyne_Ann

Boot Camp fr (Ch. 24) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5998164/24/Boot-Camp-fr

1X2, 3X4, AU, Yaoi, Langage grossier oulàà, et pas qu'un peu, Assez OOC, Violence, ref. NCS plus tard

French translation of Snowdragonct’s Boot Camp.

Maldoror_Chant

Darkside Tales http://archiveofourown.org/works/11910963/chapters/26913267

A Preventer has caught a thief. How banal. Having a straight poker like Chang Wufei chain him up and hang him from the ceiling is a tiny bit on the left side of banal, but still within spitting distance, Duo judges. Nothing to see here, folks, keep walking.

But on the darkside of this tale, like a cracked photographic plate, monsters of the mind are revealed.

5/1, 5/2

Moving http://archiveofourown.org/works/11973444

Goddamn, moving was a pain in the ass. You had to strip yourself down to the bare bones, and Duo had spent five years in Sanq padding himself up.

Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei, Relena Peacecraft

The trauma of moving house,Relena Finds Out, And loses her shit, Sparkly shining things, Jerry - Freeform

Mistaken-Miracles

When The Tides Change (Ch. 31) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12432602/31/When-The-Tides-Change

Preventers learn of a new underground rebellion group, along with the arrival of a new ally. Can Heero put his feelings aside to trust this ally or will new discoveries create tension between the Gundam Pilots? Can they work together to keep the peace? Or are there too many complications to control?

Heero Yuy, Relena Darlian/Peacecraft, Trowa Barton, OC

Morbidbirdy & @the-indomitable-bhg​

Where I Belong (Ch. 21) http://archiveofourown.org/works/10691187/chapters/27012999

In the year AC 205 the status of the Earth-Sphere remains relatively peaceful thanks to the efforts of the ESUN and it’s peacekeeping organization Preventer. The five young men who had once fought together for this peace now work quietly behind the scenes to maintain it. Despite their new roles in this world, Heero and Trowa struggle to establish a comfortable place in it. In the process of finding themselves they eventually realize that their place is with each other.

Something About Us (Ch. 20) http://archiveofourown.org/works/11333262/chapters/27012636

Five Years after Operation Meteor the fragile peace between Earth and the colonies is once again threatened when a beloved prominent political figure is assassinated. The former Gundam pilots come together again for a new mission, which forces unexplored feelings to arise between Heero and Trowa.

Zodiac Black (Ch. 2) http://archiveofourown.org/works/11947887/chapters/27012120

Set several years in the future, Heero and his seasoned crew are on a mission to transport passengers from Earth to a colony planet. Under the guidance of new management, the crew has to cope with the inconvenient changes that disrupt their lives on the ship. Heero, captain of the Zodiac Black, faces off with a longtime rival who threatens his control. Will the crew successfully complete their mission despite the chaos that ensues? Or will something go terribly wrong, forcing them to abandon their journey?

@nekoflashficcing​

Misadventures http://nekoflashficcing.tumblr.com/post/164882685645/gw-misadventures

Magic gone wrong AU/accidental summoning AU

End of Summer Block Party Tropefest!

Speed http://archiveofourown.org/works/11968653

AU - Quatre and Duo meet at a dating event.

End of Summer Block Party Tropefest!

@noelleian​

Beyond the Nexus http://archiveofourown.org/works/11932002

In a bid to increase his income, Trowa accepts the position of Executive Assistant to New York’s most distinguished fashion editor, Quatre Winner. Over time, he begins to fall in love with standoffish blond and hopes to be the one who can crack the icy fortress that Quatre's built around himself. He finds the courage during their first night in London, but Trowa’s reward comes at a steep price after the unwelcome arrival of an old flame.

End of Summer Block Party Tropefest!

@outofworkshinigami​

Special Needs (Ch. 8) http://archiveofourown.org/works/10549412/chapters/26964906?view_adult=true

Sally finally gets out of Duo what happened between him and Wufei. Treize’s fate is decided.

Also known as the chapter in which Relena is a badass and hands Treize his balls in a gift bag. (Rather, BALL. Singular. He lost the other one to Tallgeese ii.)

Heavy warnings for mentions of rape/non-con, as with the entire fic

Control http://archiveofourown.org/works/11965875

Sometimes, you don't truly believe you've been traumatized until someone getting you ice cubes causes you to shatter a drinking glass.

Treize Khushrenada, Zechs Merquise, Lady Une, Vingt Khushrenada, Hundeldt Catalonia, Angelica Khushrenada

13x6, 13x11

Warnings: past child abuse, past rape, past incest.

@post-settlement​

PS: Mars Fic https://post-settlement.tumblr.com/post/164679931324/characterdevelopmentforwriters-has-your-character

About growing your own food.

@remsyk-blog​

Blooming For You http://archiveofourown.org/works/11981688/chapters/27101835

Hanahaki Disease

Established 1x3x1, eventual 1x2x3

"You made flowers grow in my lungs, and though they are beautiful, I can't fucking breathe."

Duo has silently loved for them for years. He watched them find each other, yet the feelings still remained. But now the love he's carried for so long may become the thing that ends him.

End of Summer Block Party Tropefest!

@rhysgalentalcernunnos​ & @anaranesindanarie​

The Maxwell Twins: Shi and Duo (Ch.7) http://archiveofourown.org/works/11026149/chapters/27043587

(It had apparently been left out...)

Shadow-Hawk2

Imperial Guard (Ch. 59) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12559874/59/Imperial-Guard

Duo Maxwell is trapped in another part of the galaxy far from all that he knows and the woman he loves. He must learn to survive among primitive violent people and accept that he may never be able to return to Earth.

ShenLong

Bound, Bonded, and Betrayed (Ch. 61) http://archiveofourown.org/works/7188593/chapters/27087705

Heero is the eldest son of the King of Colonia. His 21st birthday is approaching and as tradition dictates his betrothed is soon to arrive. However he is also bound by tradition to select his own personal slave. The events that unfold lead him down a path that not only tests his sanity but his humanity and love as well.

1x2, 3x4, 1xR, 2xR

Soloscry

Mysteria: Myth of the Siren (Ch. 11) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12615425/11/Mysteria-Myth-of-the-Siren

A cursed Siren must find the One to lift the eternal darkness cast upon his eyes. But can the beautiful creature of the sea be able to purify the ruthless heart of the One?

1x2, 3x4, 13x5

AU, Dark, Angst, Romance, 13x5 Initial Non-Con

Luxevar (Ch. 7) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12628162/7/Luxevar

A beautiful male, betrothed to the Master Vampire of the City, enrolls himself into a Boarding School under strict orders to find the Human who's been tracking cult-movements. His mission: Seduce and Kill. But can he do such a thing when his love for the Human becomes stronger than the love he has for his Master?

1x2, 3x4, 13x5

AU, Dark, Romance, Vampire, Lemon

Taichara

Knights And Castles http://archiveofourown.org/works/11947839

Some years after the final clash over Mars, Gaelio's found he has unusual company indeed ...

機動戦士ガンダム 鉄血のオルフェンズ | Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans, Gundam Wing Frozen Teardrop, Gaelio Bauduin, Heero Yuy, Alternate Universe

Tahiri-Chan

Studio 10 (Ch. 3) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12623011/3/Studio-10

Quand on a 16 ans, et que la vie ne vous a laissé aucun répit, il faut du courage pour aller de l'avant ! Et faire les rencontres qui changeront vos vies...

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell

@the-indomitable-bhg​

https://the-indomitable-bhg.tumblr.com/post/164655310602/the-deafening-grating-sound-of-metal-intruding

Snippet from Eve War Event fic

“Good Deeds” https://the-indomitable-bhg.tumblr.com/post/164849415777/tropes-supernatural-au-high-school-setting

TROPES:  Supernatural AU, High School Setting  |  Zombies, Tentacles |

Duo Maxwell & Heero Yuy (+ Relena Peacecraft )

God of Death Duo Maxwell encounters a rather formidable zombie.

@gwblockparty Gundam Wing Fan Fiction &  Art submission by BHG

TheManwell

May Demons Rest: Shinigami Sleeps (2017) (Ch. 18 & 19) http://archiveofourown.org/works/10944786/chapters/26929380

2X3, warnings for language...

Vega_Lume @vegalume​

Afterthoughts of Discourse (Ch. 8) http://archiveofourown.org/works/4095778/chapters/26936103

Angst, MPREG, Yaoi, Het, limey? Lemony? Mountain Dew?(Let’s just say there are some citrusy parts, k?)

2x1, 2xH, OMCx1

@weiclown​

Accidental Clone http://archiveofourown.org/works/11980098

Quatre was simply touring the research labs at WEI. He hadn’t planned on being doused in an experimental liquid that didn’t have any obvious reactions right away. What will he and his lovers do when faced with a perfect clone of the blonde CEO?

Trowa/Quatre/Wufei/Clone! Quatre (in various combinations)  Smut, NSFW, No plot.

End of Summer Block Party Tropefest!

Fanart:

@endlesschaoscosart​

https://endlesschaoscosart.tumblr.com/post/164678575071/trowa-barton-as-roy-walker-by-endlesschaoscosart

Trowa Barton as Roy Walker

@gundamwing-ellesmith​

http://gundamwing-ellesmith.tumblr.com/post/146208549944/pure-nonsense-inspired-by-this-post

The GW boys on Peacemillion

@hainekoken

http://hainekoken.tumblr.com/post/164752439661

Trowa Barton

@jadeune​

https://jadeune.tumblr.com/post/164881980206/so-i-dont-write-fics-i-draw-so-for-my

Duo Maxwell/Trowa Barton

End of Summer Block Party Tropefest!

@littleladyfish​

http://littleladyfish.tumblr.com/post/30132093101/i-still-dont-think-wufei-gets-enough-fan-art

WuFei Chang

@maevemauvaise​

http://maevemauvaise.tumblr.com/post/164917528156/yeah-so-ive-really-been-feeling-relena-as

Relena as Anastasia

@milliardo​

http://milliardo.tumblr.com/post/164818905520/a-gundam-wing-song-came-on-my-playlist-so-i-had-to

Milliardo Peacecraft/Zechs Merquise

@missingart​

https://missingart.tumblr.com/post/164812001040/thisweekingundamwing-requested-lucrezia-noin-from

Lucrezia Noin

@my-lovely-sketches​

https://my-lovely-sketches.tumblr.com/post/164693345233/uploading-old-fanart-of-mine-back-in-2000-i-was

WuFei Chang, Heero Yuy, Quatre Raberba Winner, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton

@space-husband​

https://space-husband.tumblr.com/post/164694644832/i-did-the-thing

Gundam Heavyarms, model

@vegalume​

http://vegalume.tumblr.com/post/164764416350/hand-painted-wall-scroll-24-by-36-inches-on-blue

Heero You, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, WuFei Chang

Cosplay:

@mysteryandcheekbones

http://mysteryandcheekbones.tumblr.com/post/164894810733

Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy

@outofworkshinigami​

http://outofworkshinigami.tumblr.com/post/164782098487/more-metrocon-photos-renmaxwell-as-mercy-and

@renmaxwell, @chemicalcrush​, @abitofdeath​, @scytheatariocosplay​, @ahsimwithsake​

MetroCon

Head Canons:

@lifeaftermeteor​

https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/164876823419/that-rd-shop-has-a-whole-lot-of-files-that-are

Quatre Raberba Winner

@outofworkshinigami​

http://outofworkshinigami.tumblr.com/post/164741784392/treize-headcanons-i-love-to-imagine-young-treize

Treize Khushrenada

(Taking/was taking asks about everyone’s Treize HCs)

@maevemauvaise​

http://maevemauvaise.tumblr.com/post/164697610281/the-indomitable-bhg-dorothy-catalonia-im

Dorothy Catalonia (check out the notes)

@the-indomitable-bhg

https://the-indomitable-bhg.tumblr.com/post/164704855127/pallistic-peridot-meteorite-gemstone-gundam

Birthday stone headcanon for Trowa, Heero, and Duo.

Chats/Dialouges:

@the-indomitable-bhg​

https://the-indomitable-bhg.tumblr.com/post/164762419472/duo-whats-up-bromeo-wufei-what-did-you-just

Bromeo. Duo Maxwell, WuFei Chang

No Idea What To Put This Under:

@helmistress​

https://helmistress.tumblr.com/post/164717477004/this-thing

Another Discord server for Gundam Wing

(Join both! It’ll be fun!)

In case anyone missed it!

http://www.crunchyroll.com/anime-feature/2017/04/17/feature-found-in-translation-how-gundam-wing-became-a-global-phenomenon

Crunchyroll Article about Gundam Wing’s Epicness!

@lifeaftermeteor​

https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/164843762549/so-i-went-ahead-and-uploaded-my-fsts-or-most-of

FST on Spotify

@snufffie​

http://snufffie.tumblr.com/post/164081305120/im-setting-up-a-gundam-wing-discord-server-pm-me

They have created a Discord server for Gundam Wing

Ask them about it! ^_^

Calendar Events:

End of Summer Block Party @gwblockparty

https://gwblockparty.tumblr.com/post/164876416556/its-here

Tropefest! Get your trope on!

Entries to be posted September 1st - 4th! (Happening Now!)

Gundam Wing Eve War Event @gw-evewar

https://gw-evewar.tumblr.com/post/164079261510/an-open-gundam-wing-fandom-community-science

Open Science Fiction Themed Event

(Saturday) December 23, 2017 - (Sunday) December 24, 2017

*** Event will be observing Universal Coordinated Time (UTC) ***

Submissions: Fanfiction, Meta essays, Personal Headcanon, Fan Art

Rules: All works must feature a science fiction theme. Alternate Universes, and cross-over fiction are welcome. There are no limits to characters, pairings, audience rating, time frame or universe.

OC October @gwoc-october

https://gwoc-october.tumblr.com/post/164521028355/update

For the month of October, we can post everything and anything pertaining to fan OCs in Gundam Wing with weekly themes and perhaps a featured OC every other day or so. This includes fic, snippets, art, OC profiles, headcanons, ships, discussions, and anything you have as long as it’s about an OC. Even if this OC of yours is still in the mulling-stages, we want to hear about it! Let’s embrace OCs and celebrate our collective awesomeness.

This Week in Gundam Events @thisweekingundamevents

Our new sideblog for helping to host Gundam Wing fandom events!

Check us out and hit us up!

Currently just reblogging Gundam Wing event in progress!

[shippybatbeing]

Fangs And Edge- Chapter One

Monsters and humans once got along peacefully, both pretty much did as they pleased without bothering the other. Eventually though, there came a great war between the two. Though no one is certain of the cause of the war, legend claims that some of the monsters had developed a taste for magic, preying on both humans and monsters alike. Of course humans blamed all monsters, leading to mistrust and eventually fighting. The humans sealed the monsters underground, trapping them forever for crimes they did not commit, until the human with the red soul fell, freeing them all.

Fell was reviewing various random facts in his head as he walked alone in the grim autumn twilight. Dispite his appearence and careless demeaner, he was actually quite intelligent. Above him a pale cresent moon cast his surroundings in a dim, silver light.

He was currently on his way home from his job at the town’s McDonald’s. Usually he would already be home by now, but he’d fallen asleep at the counter for the third time that week.

If he was being completely honest with himself, the ominous darkness that covered the land around him was a bit frightening. But he’d never admit that to anyone. He had to be strong for Papyrus’s sake. Even if he had to walk through a pit of snakes every night, he would do it. The income he got from this job was the only way they could afford the small apartment they lived in.

Lost in his tired thoughts once again, Fell didn’t hear the tell-tale footsteps signifying that he was being tailed. But when the mysterious figure behind him stepped on a particularily crunchy leave, he whipped around, red eye blazing and hands raised defensively, only to see nothing.

“Who’s there, and why are ya followin’ me?” Fell half-shouted in an angry voice.

“Whoa there bud, no need to freak out.” Fell heard someones say in a smooth voice behind him, which he quickly turned to face, revealing a slightly shorter skeleton. “Name’s Sans, but everyone calls me Sci. As for why i’m following you, well,” They grinned, revealing two sharp, curling fangs, “I’m hungry.” He said, shrugging his shoulders.

Though the presence of fangs was by no means uncommon when it came to monsterkind, something about the this guy’s grin unsettled Fell. It seemed… off.  The monster, Sci, then stuck his hand out, startling Fell once more.

“What’s your name bud? Or do you just want me to call you Mr. My Chemical Romance? Like seriously dude, a solid black jacket, a red undershirt, a gold tooth, and a collar of all things? How edgy can you get?” Sci said with another, less predatory grin.

“Call me Fell, and it’s not edgy, it’s stylish, Mr. Lab Coat.” Fell retorted as he grabbed the outstretched hand, forgeting for a second that he had met this guy literally five seconds ago.

That was a mistake. 2 seconds after he grabbed the hand, Sci had tightened his grip and pulled Fell closer to him to stare into his glass covered eyes. His hypnotic, flickering, fiery, aqua eyes. Fell tried to move, but his body wouldn’t work. His limbs felt stiff and heavy, and wouldn’t respond to his panicked thoughts.

“Shhh don’t worry. This won’t hurt. I think. Actually, it might hurt. Huh. Guess I never considered what this actually felt like…” Sci mused, letting his eyes unfocus for a few seconds. Fell’s started to clear in those precious seconds, but as soon as he was almost able to move, Sci eyes snapped back into focus, and he was enamored once more.

“Whoa, that was close. Almost lost you there for a second. We certainly wouldn’t want that, right?~” Sci asked, somehow managing to stare deeper into Fells eyes. “Ack that was terrible wasn’t it, how do people manage the cool, sly vampire charm thing? Anyways, let’s just get this over with I guess.”

If Sci was somehow failing at the whole “vampire charm thing,” Fell certainly hadn’t noticed. He was too busy attempting to figure out how Sci’s hand, which was now sliding under his shirt, could be so cold yet wonorfully warm at the same time, and watching as his tantalising eyes flicked from yellow to pale blue, sometimes appearing green as the colors merged and shifted.

Sci’s wandering hands soon found what they were looking for: Fell’s soul. As soon as  Sci grabbed it, Fell gasped. But he couldn’t tear his gaze away from Sci’s, even when Sci moved ever so carefully to bite down into his soul. This caused a sharp sting that soon turned into a small, not entirely unpleasant buzzing feeling from his soul.

He watched, shocked, from the corner of his eye as Sci appeared to drain his soul of light, not taking much, but enough that it became noticeably darker then before. Once Sci had appearently had his fill, he pulled back up, breaking eye contact as he did.

“Whoa, I actually did it! Ha, take that Gaster! I am a real vampire!” Sci exclaimed, carelessly dropping a shooken Fell as he danced around, pumping his fists in the air. The last thing Fell’s fuzzy brain saw after that was Sci apparently turning into what appeared to be a neon blue bat and barrel rolling in the sky before he slipped into unconsciousness from exhaustion, confusion and magic lose.

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Omg i finished it. This was based on a dream i had a few days ago. I hope yall enjoy it. Hopefully the characters aren’t too ooc. Idk when i’ll be able to get the next chapter out. I gotta plan it. But just take this gay fic for now~

[nocturnenews]

RP Brainstorming

So far, the story of Club Nocturne is as follows:

Club Nocturne is a night club and rec center for things that go bump in the night. This includes monsters, nocturnal animals, alien furry tourists, and rare mythological creatures.

There are multiple ways to enter Club Nocturne, such as teleportation, portals (typically accessible through caves, closets, and underneath beds on Earth), stumbling down the Rabbit Hole (the nickname for the hidden entrance crater on the moon), wishing on a shooting star, or having someone inside strongly wish you were with them.

The Club itself is actually inside Earth’s moon, and is a popular hangout spot in the moon’s largest underground city, Lungartha. The city’s mayor, a jackalope named Mangetsu M’Wezi, considers the Club "a positive influence in lunar relations.”

Club Nocturne is owned and operated by anthropomorphic bats, the moon’s most common native (besides jade rabbits and jackalopes.) The most notable employees are Tuesday, a stoic and introverted bartender with blue hair, and Colette, a French-speaking retail worker who wears a glittering flapper dress, pink pearls, and a feather headband.

Other notable things:

-Because everything weighs a bit less on the moon, your character can probably float short distances! There are lots of fun possibilities to play with regarding the change in gravity~

-All were-creatures remain in anthro or animal form while on the moon

-Due to the strong magic present on the moon, divination rituals yield much more accurate results

-Moon frogs are a common childhood pet on the moon. Because of their spherical bodies, they roll from place to place. Other pets include lunarkeets, owls, and large or giant moths.

Club Nocturne’s RP style is more geared towards slice of life stories, parties and events, and romances between characters, rather than serious high-stakes adventures. (However, there’s nothing stopping some RP within RP, such as a group of monsters organizing a pen-and-paper adventure game!)

Sexy RP is allowed, but should be kept in whispers or in the Romantic Garden. Foreplay is allowed in the Rave Cave and Carousel Bar. (Absolutely NO cubbing or rape RP of ANY kind, even if it’s RP within RP!)

Please follow consent rules, both of RP and common decency.

In-Character Event Ideas:

-Fairy Tale Ball

-Halloween Carnival

-Bachelor Auctions

-Talent Shows

-(Surprise) Birthday Parties

-Costume Parties

-Secret Santa/White Elephant

-Weddings and Receptions

-Enby Bash *

-Garden Gayla *

-Wacky Tacky Wonder Prom

What ideas do you have for RP events/prompts and world-building?

OOC Event Ideas:

-Cards Against Humanity

-Pinturillo

-Secret Santa

* Club Nocturne is meant to be a very inclusive, safe, friendly hangout for LGBTQ+ players AS WELL AS our straight cis players. Please enjoy this gay space set in gay space~  ✨