#the first step to anarchy is to be yourself and have fun

[vryivs]

if youre an anarchist you should have a little fun with it. giggle a little. enjoy yourself

[justsomekpopstuff]

ateez as d&d characters

NOTE: Remember, these are just my opinion and how I would classify them in D&D. You can have your own perspective, just don't be a hater about it. I also know that my D&D knowledge isn't perfect. Don't judge me.

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Party/Campaign Concept: You never know what, or who, you will find out on the open seas. After spending his early years learning the ways of piracy and justice, Captain of of The Silver Light, Hongjoong, works to assemble a crew of trusted companions to join him on the high seas for adventure, anarchy, and retribution to those who abuse their power. After traveling the world, he found outcasts, rebels, and other like-minded individuals who were shunned to the outskirts of society because they did not fit the mold of "proper" society. Together, this ragtag band of pirates sail across oceans, assisting with an oath of justice, to bring justice, liberation, and adventure to those in need of it most - but, they have to find each other first!

Hongjoong: Human Paladin

Hongjoong doesn’t remember most of his early years. He did his best to block them out as much as possible. The point where things began to turn around for him was the day he ran. Still a child, barely alive, tired and hungry, he ran through the streets of his harbor town, hoping beyond all hope that he could find a way out. He somehow managed to stow away on a ship, not realizing that that ship was the property of one of the most fearsome pirates to ever sail the ocean. At that point, all Hongjoong cared about was that he no longer had to return to the life he ran from. Hongjoong was discovered by the pirates a few days into their journey into open waters when one of the sailors found him rummaging through the pantry for food. Despite their notorious reputation for pillaging and other crimes, the pirates ended up taking Hongjoong under their wing, showing him that sometimes you have to cause a little anarchy in order to do some good. The captain of the crew treated Hongjoong like their own son, showing him what it meant to lead a crew and all of the skills it took to be feared by those in power, and beloved by those in need. No matter how many places they visited, their goal always remained the same - only take from those who have plenty, and give to those who have none (and maybe keep some to yourself just for fun). Hongjoong took every lesson to heart, forming a strong sense of justice and a desire to be a positive force to be reckoned with. When he eventually came of age, Hongjoong left the crew to build one of his own - one that would take on the mantle of justice and retribution against those who abuse their power. The first period of being on his own was harsh. Being the captain of a crew of one was not exactly the most rewarding work he had encountered, even on the ship he had managed to steal from a royal navy and redesign to his heart's delight. But slowly, as he took on more small jobs, stealing from the rich rulers of cities to give back to those in need, he garnered a reputation that would follow him everywhere he went. His stories began to spread like wildfire amongst the towns he visited, leading to him gaining the title of “The Charitable Pirate King”. His knack for chaos-creating, anarchy, and justice would end up reaching the ears and hearts of many, including those who would eventually become his crew.

Seonghwa: Half-Elf Warlock

All Seonghwa knew was that he was found on the front steps of an orphanage in a harbor town with a note stating only his name. He was taken in by the workers of the orphanage, but just because he had shelter does not mean that everything was fine. The conditions of the orphanage were destitute at best, and all the other children were regularly ignored by the workers. Even as a young child, he took it upon himself to care for the other children and the house they occupied - it was the only thing he had control over, and he was going to control it. That is when a plague swept over the harbor town, hitting the orphanage especially hard due to the harsh conditions. Seonghwa had his hands full taking care of all of his sick siblings, trying his best to provide them with the care that the real workers refused to provide them. One of the children, barely three, was much worse off than some of the others. Seonghwa regularly prayed to any deity he could think of, begging for the little one to be spared. One entity, one of healing and light, heard his pleas and showed themselves before Seonghwa, asking him if he would really do anything to cure the child. Seonghwa replied “yes” without hesitation, and so the entity bestowed powers of light and healing upon him, giving him the chance to heal the child. From then on, Seonghwa never had to worry about the little ones anymore, contracted to an oath of healing. As soon as he came of age, the workers kicked Seonghwa out of the orphanage, forcing him to take on multiple hard labor jobs just to keep himself afloat. That was, until, he heard rumors of a lone sailor, one who had taken the seven seas by storm - a pirate king in the making, “The Charitable Pirate King”. One day, the up and coming pirate king pulled into the harbor, parting the crowds as he made his way through the town. The captain approached Seonghwa, asking him his name. The captain introduced himself as Hongjoong, and reported that he had heard tell of someone in the village who had the power of light and healing. Seonghwa looked at the young captain, shocked, knowing that he was the person that Hongjoong was talking about. Seonghwa confessed to being the one with such powers, showing the light glowing from his palms that never seemed to dim. Hongjoong, seeing such potential in Seonghwa, offered him freedom - a place on his crew as his second in command. Seonghwa knew he had nothing left to lose, leaving the only place he’s ever known to embark on a new adventure aboard the Silver Light.

Yunho: Human Bard

Yunho grew up in a very loving home. The only challenge was that both his parents were forced to work to keep them afloat, leaving Yunho in charge of raising his younger brother. Yunho taught himself how to play the lute, using music and stories to keep himself and his brother entertained. Yunho quickly learned how to spin a tale full of fantasy and adventure. It was all they had besides each other, even though they knew that their parents loved them - until they didn’t come home. The boys never found out what had happened to their parents, but they knew that as long as they had each other, things would be okay. Because they were still young, Yunho took to sharing his music and stories on the streets in the hopes of earning money to keep them going. Yunho packed up what they had, and with his brother they began to travel from town to town, continuing to try and pick up some more money as they moved. They finally reached the coast, now well into their early adulthood, still sharing stories and music where they could without being run out by soldiers. One night, as they wandered the streets for somewhere to sleep, a kindly baker invited them in, taking pity on them. The baker provided them with food, allowing them to sleep inside the shop for as long as they needed. That was the safe place that Yunho and his brother needed to start over. Yunho’s brother began to work for the baker as payment for their kindness as Yunho continued his storytelling. That was, until, one day he ran into two other men while heading to his usual storytelling spot. The two men were scouring a map with intensity, seemingly trying to figure out where exactly they were. Yunho stopped to help them, before recognizing one of them - "The Charitable Pirate King", Hongjoong. For Yunho’s kindness, the captain offered Yunho a position in his crew. Yunho was initially hesitant, not wanting to leave his brother behind, which Hongjoong sensed. Hongjoong let Yunho know that his offer would remain open until the next dawn and walked away. Yunho scurried back to the bakery, desperate to speak with his brother. As soon as Yunho mentioned the offer, his brother immediately told him to take it - Yunho couldn’t spend the rest of his life looking after him, and he would be okay working with the baker. He told Yunho that he could always visit if he needed to, but that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity - he shouldn’t miss it. Late that night, Yunho left his brother to join Hongjoong on his adventures on the Silver Light. This is where he would eventually meet his best friend, Mingi, and become the light of inspiration and encouragement for the crew. His stories and music would always bring a lighthearted air to the others, one that would keep them going through their darkest challenges.

Yeosang: Half-Elf Rogue

Yeosang had no memory of his parents, who happened to be elven and human royalty. There were many, though, who were outraged by Yeosang's birth, stating that a half-human half-elf was blasphemous. One such person was his father, the elven prince’s royal advisor, who stole Yeosang in the dead of night, abandoning him where Yeosang would never be found - a large human village far outside their borders, whose street urchins took pity on him and did their best to keep him alive. As he grew, they taught him the ins and outs of survival on the street, from pickpocketing to various scams. His quiet demeanor and innocent-looking face kept him out of trouble while he snuck around to survive. It would be his sneaking around that would lead him to Wooyoung. One day, an adolescent Yeosang was wandering the alleyways a village, trying to lay low after his most recent pickpocketing spree when he heard a commotion from the other side of the alley - soldiers, clearly chasing after someone. Yeosang went to the end of the alley, laying in wait before a figure flashed in his view. He grabbed the figure, yanking them into the alley and covering their mouth as the soldiers rushed by. That figure was Wooyoung, a local troublemaker that Yeosang had heard about. To “thank” Yeosang for saving him, Wooyoung swore allegiance to Yeosang, refusing to leave his side (much to Yeosang’s dismay). However, Yeosang managed to find use for Wooyoung - he was now the (very loud) distraction to Yeosang’s heists. Together, they were a formidable pairing, managing to pull off even the most difficult of capers. Fully grown, Yeosang and Wooyoung became notable names in the thievery game - until one day, when they picked the wrong target. Charging through the streets of a coastal city, they scoured everywhere they could for a place to hide from the kingdom’s soldiers. They came across a menacing looking ship and raced aboard, finding a place to hide amongst the cargo on the deck. When they heard the soldiers leave, they stood up, only to find three men staring back at them - Seonghwa, Yunho, and “The Charitable Pirate King” Hongjoong. Fearing the worst, Wooyoung immediately began to spin a tale about how they got there, while Yeosang looked for an escape route - until Hongjoong began to laugh. The notorious captain let the two of them know that he had heard tell of their skills and heists, and offered the two of them a place on their crew. Knowing they had nothing left to lose, Yeosang and Wooyoung agreed, finally in a place where their skills could be used for the good of others.

San: Half-Orc Barbarian

San was actually raised in a very loving home - parents who adored him and cared for him, and an older sister who taught him the ways of the world. They lived mostly isolated on a farm, selling what they grew to the local villages. They were beloved by the people they sold to, and they always commented on what a lovely family they made. However, there were some in society that saw half-orcs as inferior. One day, as the family was tending to the farm, some strangers came begging for food and shelter. Because of their kind natures, San’s parents took the strangers in, not realizing that those strangers would be their undoing. San and his sister do not remember much of what happened next - all they remember is fire, blood, and suddenly only having each other as family. That was the day that would haunt San forever. Many years later, a now grown San was sitting at the bar of his sister’s tavern. She had made a name for herself, using the hidden inheritance their parents had saved for them to build the tavern that would keep herself and San alive and safe. He sat at the bar, nursing an ale that his sister had poured for him, when a group of already drunken thieves barged in. They instantly became a nuisance, harassing every other patron they came across. San could feel his temper beginning to boil at their antics. It wasn’t until they began harassing his sister, the most lewd and awful comments escaping their foul mouths that San snapped. He launched himself from his seat, charging at the group with force. Despite his powerful strength, San quickly found himself overpowered by this drunken group. That was when a group of strangers joined in the fray, beginning their attacks against the drunken thieves with ease. The unconscious thieves were soon thrown out of the tavern, leaving them to the constables for the night. San went to thank the group, the leader introducing himself as Hongjoong, “The Charitable Pirate King”. San had heard whispers of this crew’s adventures from some of the other patrons, but he admitted to the crew that he thought they were just a myth. The crew laughed, joking with San to not tell anyone - they had a reputation to upkeep after all. San’s sister thanked the crew profusely for helping and keeping her tavern safe, offering them a reward for their services. They declined any reward, but turned to San and offered him a spot in their crew, stating they could use his strength. San’s sister encouraged him to go, knowing that he was meant for so much more than just being a tavern bouncer. San left, promising his sister to send money and to visit often, before setting off with the crew of the Silver Light. There, they presented him with the weapon that would be his crowning jewel - a large battle hammer that only he could wield. San could use his passion and his strength to continue to fight for those who needed it, knowing he always had someone else to watch his back. 

Mingi: Human Druid

Mingi grew up in near isolation, despite being born into a very deeply connected faction of druids. He was born on an island far away from any mainland, where the whole population lived in connection to the island nature and all its creatures. Despite being collectivistic, with every child raised together as a group with the same naturalistic magic, Mingi was always an outcast. It did not help that as he grew, he grew to be tall and broad, very different from all of the others. This led to him being teased and ousted, even though Mingi was an incredibly kind and gentle soul. And so, Mingi regularly found himself alone. One day, a now grown Mingi was sitting on the beach by himself, taking time to meditate to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. He was feeling at peace until he heard some of the others giggling, beginning to taunt him for his “scary” looks and the fact that he was all alone. Mingi did his best to ignore them, but they came closer, continuing to taunt him. Mingi began to feel his emotions taking over, the magic coursing through his body becoming too overwhelming to handle. He started to lose control, and he bolted for the water with the others chasing after him, shifting into his wild shape as he dove into the waves - a large, intimidating-looking whale shark. Despite being entirely harmless, the size and look of his whale shark form scared away those who taunted him, finally leaving him alone again. Mingi swam off, knowing that there was no longer a point in returning home - he wasn’t welcome anyway. That was when Mingi heard a voice above him, calling out if he was all right. Mingi, in his wild shape, peeked out above the water. A random stranger peered out from over the railings of a large ship with a concerned look. Confused, Mingi shifted back into his human form, and the stranger cast a rope ladder over the railing for him to climb. As Mingi crawled over onto the deck, the stranger handed him a cloth to dry himself off, again asking Mingi if he was okay, noting that he had watched Mingi be chased into the water. The stranger introduced themselves as Yunho, sitting Mingi down as another stranger walked up with food for Mingi to eat. They asked if he wished for them to bring him back to the island, but Mingi refused - he had no home anymore. That day, Mingi found himself in the care of the crew of the Silver Light, no longer alone. Mingi would still have nightmares of his time on the island, but Yunho took it upon himself to calm Mingi’s mind, always sharing stories and songs to bring him comfort. Mingi knew that he would never be an outcast again, finding a home that loved him no matter what. 

Wooyoung: Human Barbarian/Rogue

From the time he was born, Wooyoung made his presence known. As a toddler, he would regularly yell “hello” to everyone he passed by, always asking questions and showing affection to those around him whenever he got the chance. He was full of love and passion and volume, a spark of joy to behold. However, that spark of joy would soon be dimmed. A cult raided his village, destroying everything and capturing all of the children for the sake of their master to be put to work. Wooyoung and all the other children were forced to build shrines for this cult in complete silence. Every day was filled with grueling hard labor, the likes of which no child should ever experience - and it nearly drove Wooyoung insane. Years he spent in silence, his light nearly snuffed out completely, until one day, he snapped. Tired of being forced into silence, Wooyoung screamed out, rallying the other children and teens into revolting. Wooyoung picked up a pickaxe and began to smash the chains that bound each child together, sending them into a full-fledged riot. Wooyoung and the other now older members of the group fought off the guards, his passion inspiring them all to liberate themselves from the cult. That day, every one escaped into freedom, leaving Wooyoung to now live his life as he pleased. He hopped from place to place, no longer afraid to use his voice, causing whatever chaos he needed to in order to keep him alive and supplied. This pattern of chaos-creating would end up being how he met his best friend, Yeosang. Wooyoung latched on to Yeosang, the two of them finding a balance and rhythm that helped both of them achieve their goals. Wooyoung’s loud, boisterous, and chaotic personality served as an excellent distraction for Yeosang’s silent, tactical means of getting what they needed. Even when they found themselves faced with “The Charitable Pirate” Hongjoong, Wooyoung did his best to get them out, even if it meant yelling, lying, or fighting their way out. Thankfully, that was not the case, and Wooyoung followed Yeosang in joining the crew of the Silver Light. Wooyoung immediately took it upon himself to bring everyone together, using his friendly demeanor to start breaking the silences that fell upon the still new crewmates. Though they would never admit it out loud, the rest of the crew (even Yeosang) were thankful for Wooyoung, because they knew without his overly-friendly and loud nature, they would never be as connected with each other. Wooyoung would never have to live in silence again. 

Jongho: Human Fighter

Jongho was born to a family of nobles who served an arrogant, prideful royal family. These royals took their role too seriously, and made sure that everyone who worked for them “knew their place”. Even as a child, Jongho never understood what made them so different aside from their title, but his parents told him to keep quiet and do as he was told so he would be okay. And so, Jongho did as he was told, training in various forms of combat and weaponry to serve the family as a personal guard. From a young age, he showed great potential in anything he picked up, and had a knack for learning things quickly. He showed the royals that he was an asset to hold on to, even if it meant having to keep his opinions to himself. One day, Jongho walked through the halls of the royal palace, tasked with guarding the crown prince. Everything was quiet until one of the royal maids accidentally tripped and fell into the crown prince, nearly knocking him over. Before Jongho could even react, the crown prince shoved the maid to the floor, screaming at her in disgust for “daring to touch royalty”. Jongho was horrified at the scene - a grown man screaming at an innocent woman for an accident she had no control over. Jongho, without even thinking, immediately stood in front of the now distraught woman, still on the floor, staring the crown prince down with a glare. The crown prince ordered Jongho to move aside so he could “teach the wretch a lesson”, but Jongho refused, finally letting his feelings towards the royal family be known - they were crass, arrogant, and didn’t deserve to rule if this was how they treated the people who worked for them. Needless to say, Jongho was quickly banished from the kingdom, with nothing but his skills to keep him going. Jongho bounced around from town to town, doing odd jobs that used his skills well to keep him going. Still a knight at heart, Jongho regularly practiced his combat with any weapon he could find in the early hours of the day before heading into town for work. This habit would continue even in the harbor town he now resided in, stocking cargo ships and hauling fresh fish from the fishermen. One morning, as he practiced as usual, a voice called out to him, stating that Jongho was “doing it wrong”. Immediately whipping around to sass the voice that he was doing it properly, he came face-to-face with “The Charitable Pirate King” Hongjoong. The captain recounted that he and his crew had watched Jongho practice for a few mornings now, seeing his potential and skill. Hongjoong offered Jongho a chance to put those skills to use as a part of the crew of the Silver Light. Jongho, having nothing left to lose, agreed nonchalantly, walking with the captain to begin his new life using his power and knowledge to do what he wanted. He no longer had to be at the mercy of those who saw him as a means to an end - he was now the fighter that he longed to be. 

[jilliannotfound]

prepare for a long ask (i’m sorry)

my brain is very full so hear me out-

dream smp casino/mafia au-

now i was at first thinking Kinoko kingdom (karlnapity) are the owners of the casino cause yk Las Nevadas Quackity but then i remembered “Syndicate” (by Derivakat) which has a jazzy vibe and was like, what if the Syndicate was a mafia ‘family’ that ran a casino and reader is their star performer who starts off every night with a performance of “Syndicate”. reader’s performance is used to kinda establish the Syndicate’s power over the casino and to remind the patrons anything they do will be under the scrutiny of a mafia with literally two of the most renowned mafiosos’ (Philza whose reputation of traveling all over and taking down many a mafia family precedes him and Technoblade who has taken down mafia families singlehandedly) in the city, maybe even the entire country.

the Eggpire is like a rival mafia that is trying to take control over the city so it isn’t uncommon for them to try and infiltrate the Syndicate casino. so i was thinking, what if the people who are Pro-Omlette (but not in the Syndicate so Puffy, Foolish (since it’s not confirmed he’s part of the Syndicate), Awesamdude and Eret) are staff at the casino. they were each like a lone agent after their mafia family split up/they left and decided to join forces with the Syndicate to make sure the Eggpire didn’t gain total control of the city. Maybe Sam is a bodyguard stationed either outside the casino or manning security cameras switching with Puffy, Eret can be like a stage manager/backstage to aid the performers and make sure no one sneaks into the dressing rooms or the light control area backstage and Foolish is like a bartender keeping an eye out on the main floor of the casino for any activity.

Dream was the former head of the well-renowned Dream Team mafia family until the family split. he’s notorious for breaking apart mafia families before disappearing into the night and traveling to a new city. occasionally he’ll hire some aid but they never last long.

Ponk used to be an on-sight medic for the casino in cause of bar fights or performers getting injured on stage but after many rumors (later confirmed to be true) of him being a member of the Eggpire he was fired and not allowed to enter the premise of the casino again.

Kinoko Kingdom was a rival casino/mafia family to the Syndicate’s but they’ve decided to have a truce to make sure Dream and/or the Eggppire don’t take over their city. Their casinos have different vibes with the Syndicate’s being more of a hub for mafia and business activity with jazzy music on the constant and famous for civilized and tame yet very entertaining entertainment whilst Kinoko’s casino is like more of a rowdy type casino, famous for high stake bets, drinks with high alcohol content and lively music and entertainment that can be seen as a bit too glitzy and tacky. Like you go to Syndicate casino for a night of business deals and building yourself up to the top, the type of casino you would bring your boss to, whilst the Kinoko casino is the type of casino you go to let loss and risk it all with cheap entertainment and even cheaper booze. their truce works out because their casinos are so different that competition wouldn’t be worth the cash (and the Syndicate knows they can easily take on the Kinoko mafia in a fight but shhhh)

there’s multiple places a reader character could fight but as a primarily Technoblade simp at heart i had to put reader as a performer in the Syndicate casino-

~🦫Anon (if this title isn’t already taken-)

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕪𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖

DSMP x Reader (in-game)

Summary: Request

Warnings: None?

A/N: Okay… I have a few important things to say. First of all, this story is not completed. This request is so genuinely good and I have been trying to work on it for far too long and have had very little success. With that being said I still want to publish the small bit of this story that I’m proud of.

Second of all, I would like any other dsmp writers on this platform to feel free to take this request and perhaps do with it what I wasn’t able to. If you write this story, please tag me because I’d love to see what you do with it. You can also use this bit I have written and am sharing to start off your own version of the story (just give proper credit)!

With all of that out of the way, please enjoy!

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The Syndicate. One of the highest-end casinos in the country, and certainly the most powerful, being run by two of the best-known mafiosos.

Philza was best known for his travel, being able to track down anyone anywhere and take care of them.

Technoblade was easily the scariest man you could meet. He’d single-handedly taken down more mafia families at the age of 21 than most senior-aged mafiosos could even dream of.

It was rare to see either of the men in the casino, let alone to see them together, so when the pair came through the doors with power in their steps everyone knew something serious was in order.

They took their seats at the bar as Foolish prepared their drinks and Eret directed the casino's attention to the stage.

This performance was a nightly occurrence, the same jazzy tune came from the band's instruments as Y/N emerged from the curtain.

Hey, I'll tell you a little secret of mine

If you promise not to tell, if you have the time

Everyone has gotten you, always on the run

But if you join the Syndicate

Life could get a little more fun

It was the song of the casino, used to remind everyone just how much power it holds.

When all of the horses and all of the men

Won't learn from history, it's all the same in the end

I've told you once and I'll tell you again

The Syndicate is looking for a couple new friends

It reminds the patrons of the casino that no matter what they do, the Syndicate is always watching, studying each of them in hopes of finding some new friends.

Fight for freedom, fight to end the pain

Hey, this is serious, it's not just some little game

'Cause the anarchy's part of me, tyranny bothers me

End it all properly once and for all

They call us the villains 'cause they know we'll take the fall

The members of the Syndicate were a force to be reckoned with, composed of strong fighters and quick thinkers constantly working to take down anyone that dare stand in their way.

The Eggpire was their current concern. Run by a man named BadBoyHalo, the Eggpire was a whole other breed of mafiosos.

They preached about the Egg, whatever the hell that was supposed to be, and always wore a signature red color that made them easy to spot. Sometimes you could even swear there was a red glint in their eyes when talking about it.

After the incident with Ponk, their old medic that got caught up in the red whirlwind, the Syndicate became extra wary of the Eggpire, willing to do just about anything to take them down.

This is exactly why the two most powerful men were sitting together at the Syndicate’s bar with their eyes locked on the stage.

Fight for freedom, fight to end the pain

Hey, this is serious, it's not just some little game

'Cause the anarchy's part of me, tyranny bothers me

End it all properly once and for all

They call us the villains 'cause they know we'll take the fall

When all of the horses and all of the men

Won't learn from history, it's all the same in the end

I've told you once and I'll tell you again

The Syndicate is looking for a couple new friends

Oh, a couple new friends

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh no, no

You'll gain a couple new friends

As the jazzy instrumentals faded out, Eret poked his head out of the curtain on the side of the stage, gesturing for the resident singer to come backstage.

Y/N smiled at the audience and walked through the velvet barrier to be greeted by the deep-voiced brunette.

“Did you see who’s out there tonight?” They asked him.

“That's why I called you, they wanna see you.”

Y/N took a deep breath and headed out onto the main floor.

They’d been part of the Syndicate for most of their life and knew they weren’t in any danger near Techno and Phil, but the anxiety still pounded in their head as they approached the men.

Y/N sat on the stool next to Technoblade and the two turned their stools to face them.

“Lovely performance!” Phil praised

They shot him a kind smile and braced themself for the inevitable harsh news that would follow the attempted small talk.

“We need you to do something.” Techno said bluntly. “You know Las Nevadas?”

“Yeah, of course.”

It was another casino ran by Kinoko Kingdom, another mafia family. They used to be considered one of the biggest threats to the Syndicate because they had quite literally appeared overnight and nobody knew anything. Once the Eggpire popped up though, it was safest to become fast friends with the three men that ran Las Nevadas in hopes of strengthening their forces against the red abomination infecting families all over.

“We had a meeting with Quackity and he’s got a bad feeling about some guests that have been stopping by their area. It’s a shitty casino, we all know that, but he thinks it’s more than just some random troublemakers.”

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

JACKSON ‘JAX’ TELLER x READER ⨟ PROMPT

Anon #1 asked: Helloo! Could I request a jax teller x reader! A Jealousy one💕 Thank you

Anon #2 asked: 87+104 w/ jax teller please?

Prompts:

87. “Put on my kutte”.

104. “Don’t ask me to stop, I’m just gonna go harder”.

WARNINGS: NSFW, SMUT

Word Count: 2.5k

Author comments: This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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“Having fun with Rafi?”

His voice doesn't surprise you, giving him your back while you look for the tequila Marcus has asked for. You know exactly what's happening and you're trying to not laugh in his face, or this shit is going to be serious. But it's the same situation when Sons of Anarchy and Mayans have a party together. Rafi, president's right hand, is pretty kind with you and an interesting man, so yes. You have a lot of fun talking about something else than motorbikes, drugs, guns and bitches. Before you can turn around to leave the warehouse, a hand surrounds your throat, feeling Jax's chest accommodating against your back.

“I. Asked. You. A. Question”. He says into your ear, sounding a little angry and upset.

You know exactly how it works, how he works. But you're not in this shit anymore. It's been six months since you fucked for the first time. Sex is good. So fucking good. But you're catching feelings and you don't know if he cares about you in the same way. His jealousy confuses you, because no man can touch you but you gotta put up with whores flirting with him.

“Yes”. You just say, keeping some seconds of silence. “I'm having fun with my friend. Are you having fun with those bitches, uh? All th—”.

“We are not talking about me, darling”. His free arm wraps your abdomen, pushing you a little more closer, while his fingers squeeze your neck.

“We should”.

You know that these words have confused him when he puts away his hands to let you turn around. You're frowning your eyebrows, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I'm not… gonna blame you for anything. But if I don't have the right to tell you who can or who can't touch you, you're not gonna do it, Jackson”. You say with a firm tone of voice.

The man turns his legs to stretch a hand and close the door, locking it to not be bothered by anybody. You can see how his face turns from confusion to incredulity, from zero to one hundred, in just one second.

“I don't want anyone else, (Y/N)”.

“Then, prove it. But don't demand me a respect that you don't show me. You wanna be fuck friends? Cool. I don't have any… compromise or a relationship with you, I get it. But then, I can do whatever the fuck I wanna do”.

“That's it? It's a question of status?”

“It's a question of that I love you, Jax. I truly do. For who you are to me, not for who you are to them. I don't give a shit about your club and your matching outfits of badass bikers. I'm more into what you make me feel when we're alone, without having a knife hanging on your belt”.

“So, you're basically asking me to be my Old Lady”.

“No, Jax! Why the fuck you end up bringing everything to the club business? You're not the fucking president of the United States, and I'm not that… bitch. I wa—”.

“The club is my life. And if you don't understand it, it's because you don't know me, (Y/N)”.

You nod. You don't want to think about these words, because it's enough pain what you are feeling without thinking about it.

“Then, I don't know you. And I don't want to”. You sentence, before leaving the warehouse. And the party.

You would be lying if you say that you slept last night. Even if you didn't want it, his last words were chasing you the whole time, walking through your house and touring every room trying to get tired to sleep. But there you are, sitting at the table in the kitchen, holding a mug of coffee and having a sip. Your gaze is in the middle of nowhere, not knowing if you are disappointed or dealing with a broken heart.

The door ring pushes you back to the real world, dragging backwards the chair to get up from it. Covering your mouth with a hand, because of a loud yawn, you open the main door to find Jax there. He looks like shit too, with the same black bags under his eyes, the same clothes and messy tufts of blonde hair falling on his forehead. Supporting a shoulder against the frame, you cross your hands on your abdomen.

“Can I come in?”

“No”.

He nods biting the inside of his lower lip.

“I'm sorry about last night”.

“Yeah, me too”.

“Are you…?”

“Yeah. I'm sorry for telling you about my feelings. The last thing I was expecting was you shitting on them”.

“Listen…” He says rubbing his face with both hands, pulling back his hair. “I'm sorry for talking to you as I did. I really want you to be my girlfriend, or whatever you want”.

“Why now do you want it? What you didn't want it like… seven hours ago? What changed? That I sent you to hell? Is that? I didn't know you were the kind of child who wants his toy back, when someone else is playing with it”.

“Could you please stop being this rude?”

“This rude? Oh, do you mean the same ‘rude’ you were last night, Jackson?” Rolling your eyes, you chuckle.

“I'm telling you that I love you, (Y/N)”.

“Good, thank you. Anything else?”.

“Shit… If you were one of my brothers…”

“What? You would punch me?” Standing up from the door, you raise both eyebrows. “Try me, blonde bitch”.

Adopting the look on your face, he can't believe what he's hearing. But he likes it. He likes the fact that you're talking to him without giving a shit about his club, his job, or whatever other thing. Touring his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, he gives a quick step to grab your throat with ringed fingers, pushing you into your house to close the door. You're not scared, you're not even thinking about defending yourself because you already know what it's going to happen.

The blonde man crashes your lips with his, tangling your fingers on the Reaper Crew shirt under the kutte, while you walk backwards to the sofa. He urges you to sit on his lap with his legs among yours, pawing your body desperately while your hips swing over the growing lump under his jeans. The rage because of your behaviors and the feeling of alleviate get mixed inside your mouth, and your tongues giving a pulse to each other. Taking you off the shirt over your hair, his teeth attack one of your nipples to suck and bite it, while the other receives the attention it needs pinching it with his fingers. Yours getting tangled on his hair, gasping with closed eyes, looking for some friction for your core.

“Fuck, Jax…”

“Don't ask me to stop, darling, I'm just gonna go harder”. He growls onto your skin undoing his belt and the zip of his jeans.

Without asking for it, nor expecting, Jax thrusts two ringed fingers inside you using all his strength, until his hand finds your limits. A pleasure scream comes out from your mouth, with his pace speeding up.

“You're the only bitch I'm gonna fuck”.

“Call me bitch again and…”

You can't stop the threat, when he pounds you harder.

“You what, honey? I didn't hear you”.

You try to speak two times more, having the same result. Jackson is teasing you and chuckling because of your reactions, until you slap his chest.

“Fuck me, baby”. You get to say, looking for his blue eyes.

“Get up, take off those panties and put on my kutte”.

Following the instructions in silence, the Son takes the advantage to roll down his jeans and his boxers to his ankles, throwing away his own shirt. His right hand goes to his hard dick, the one you love to ride and suck, watching you so focused on the way you have to wear the leather kutte of his club. And he can swear that he hasn't seen anything more perfect than it. Jerking himself off, Jax looks at you kneeling over the sofa to sit on him.

“I would let you be my president”. He jokes rubbing the head of his cock against your clit, provoking you a soft moan. “I love how your pussy feels, darling… Warm as fuck, suffocating me, suffocating my cock. I wanna fuck it every night. I wanna fuck you every night”.

“And every morning”.

“All the time”.

Moving your waist from back to forward, you focus your attention on his parted lips begging for something else.

“Ride me, darling”. He asks, getting a little more comfortable on the sofa.

You bounce onto his cock without waiting for any single word, separating your legs over the cushion to go deeper. Jax is big, so big, and when you're more than one day without being fucked by him, you need to take some seconds to adapt your tightness to how hard he is.

“This pussy drives me insane… You're so fucking wet I could drown myself in it”. He mumbles putting a hand on your pelvis to bring his thumb to your clit, stroking it to make you feel better. “I could eat you out the whole time. You're fucking delicious”.

“I'm gonna fuck you like no one else can, my prince”. You mutter resting your forehead on his, before starting to move.

And you don't work him slow like sometimes, you go rough, fast and anxious hitting your g-spot every time you let your body fall down. Every pound brings you to heaven, drinking his pleasured grunts when your wetness wraps his sensible skin so fast that he doesn't have time to finish a moan and start another one. Your hips dance furious above him, trying to show to the Son one of the things you can offer him, although he already knows it well.

His free hand slaps your ass hardly, making your back get arched because of the stinging, screaming out his name every time he does it; as if he was punishing you. But you like it. You like that he doesn't control himself, wanting to please you every single second, while you ride wildly his cock. Your cock. He has you bewitched, rapturous, out of the world with his thumb jerking off your clit with the same speed that you're fucking him. No mercy, non-stop, careless. Just you two giving in to your most primal instincts.

Leaning over him you catch his mouth with your teeth, biting his lips before kissing them, with all his fingers getting nailed on your buttocks. Squeezing and pinching them, leaving some beautiful marks that are going to hurt like hell.

“Shit, darling… Look at your fucking precious pussy, engorging my big dick once and again… to the limit.. Does it feel good? Do you like my dick, uh?”

“Yes… I fucking love it. I fucking love when you grab my hair and fuck my mouth inside my car”.

“Yeah, you like it? How much, my princess? Tell me”.

“Fucking much, Jackson… I love when you wake me up fucking my pussy, always ready for you. And when you're so fucking jealous, grabbing my throat and impaling me until making me cum”.

“Do you like that much?”

You nod in silence, feeling your legs starting to shake close to the orgasm.

“What about my mouth? Do you like it?”

“Fuck… Yes, Jackson. I love when you eat my pussy… When you come from the club and eat my wet pussy on the counter… Your tongue licking me, oh, shit…”

“You taste so good, my love… I love your little pussy”.

“Fuck, Jax… I'm gonna fucking cum…”

“Go harder, baby. I wanna feel you”.

You speed up with every thrust to your center, being wrapped by the sweat and the heat of the moment, crying out his name with your back arched at the moment you reach the orgasm. He fills you up, maintaining your gaze and enjoying the look on your face. So pleased, so ecstatic, running out of air.

“Put on your knees, darling… I'm gonna fuck your mouth as you like”.

You have to take some seconds on top of him to process the order, before doing it, settling yourself between his legs over the floor. Jax grabs your head with both hands pounding your mouth with fury, while your lips wrap all his extension, hitting your throat once and again. It hurts you sometimes, but you love it. The Son presses his swollen glans against your limits when he fills your mouth up, feeling his hot cum spilling inside it. He growls loudly lifting up a little his pelvis, with your nose touching his skin, forcing you to take it all.

“Fuck, darling… Fuck… It feels so fucking good…”

When he frees yourself of his cock, and some threads of your saliva mixed with his seed falls down by the corner or your lips, Jackson urges you to lie down on the sofa while you try to recover your breath. And when you're trying it, cleaning your mouth with the back of your hand, his tongue finds your throbbing core sucking it as if it was going to be the last thing he was to do in his life. Placing both legs over his shoulders, he cleans every trail of your juices, drinking them so delighted that you're about tu cum a second time when he slides three fingers inside you.

“Oh, fuck, Jackson!”

Shrinking under his caresses, you bring down your hands to his hair, sinking his face into your pussy. He's devouring it like no one else could do it, keeping his eyes on you with his ringed fingers fucking you so painfully pleasant that you can't help but find the ecstasy again. The heat is suffocating you, but he doesn't stop. His tongue toures your entrance, before catching your clit among his teeth biting it gently.

“FUCK, JACKSON… JACKSON, PLEASE, STOP”.

You're inside a bubble of pleasure and you are about to cry. You have never felt this good, but he's making it up to you as hard as he can. Pulling out his fingers of your tired pussy, he licks them crawling above your body before tucking them inside your mouth.

“Taste them… This is the most fucking delicious thing I ever had the opportunity to relish, darling”.

Tasting yourself, you spread your legs to give him some space for his body.

“I fucking love you, keep it in your fucking mind, (Y/N)”.

[ot5ismyhome]

33. Destruction Breeds Creation

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*****

Coulson looked at agents- remaining agents- in front of him. They all had the hollow frightened look in their eyes. If he was alone, he would have adorned the same look but he had seen and gone through a lot to know that the team is just the reflection of the leader. When he spoke up, his ever-playful chirpy voice filled the room.

“No Darkhold. Base gone. If anybody has ideas now would be the good time to say it.” 

“Me and Fitz have been looking up about Loki. The normal ways used to kill a vampire will not work on him” started Simmons.

“How fucked are we?” Hunter quipped.

“He is a vampire and a witch” Fitz replied with a tilt in his head. “Sunlight, Holy fire, Stake, I guess even beheading cannot stop that guy. So, I will say very much.”

“That explains his powers. I knew something was up with that guy” Mack said. 

Simmons cut through the banter bringing the focus on the research. “Sir, All the powers, every single thing we saw out there was witchcraft. Actually, he is a winter witch. His powers are more prominent in colder weather. According to the data Agent Romanoff provided earlier, he can bring winter anywhere.”

“He needed the Darkhold to cast permanent winter. If he succeeds, we can’t turn it back. Maybe the book would help us turn it back but it’s just a theory” Fitz said. He sighed and placed his hands on his hips.

“But there is one thing that could bring him down. The Stake of the First Vampire”

“Now, we just need to know where it is” Hunter said looking expectantly at Lincoln.

“I have no idea,” Lincoln shrugged. 

“I will contact Jiaying. Trip and Thompson evacuate the city. Hunter and Elena run ops.”

The agents nodded to their Director’s order and took off. 

“Sir, I need permission to bring my daughter back here,” Mack asked. When Coulson gave affirmation, he left with Trip and Thompson.

…..

The young man walked into the Gothite Industries. He was stopped by the security.

“Who do you want to see?”

“Oh yes. Mr. Malick. You could say I’m his family. Hail Legion.” Nathaniel said the last two words in the guard’s ears. The guard immediately stepped aside.

“Sorry sir. I didn’t know you were... But I have never seen you around.”

“This visit is long overdue.”

…..

“We came across five bloody massacres and we still haven’t covered Brooklyn.” 

Elena sighed. “We need to prepare for the upcoming battle.”

“Hey. You there. What are you doing here?” shouted a man grabbing the duo’s attention. They turned around to see a policeman. “Don’t you know you have to vacate the city?” he shouted. “Fuckers. Making my job difficult.”

Back in the jeep Elena’s mind was racing on what to do. “We need to do something,” she told Hunter.

The policeman shouted racial slur at a black teenage boy who just exited the nearby shop. The police neared the terrified boy.

“What have you got there?” sneered the man, taking his gun out. “You are stealing, aren’t you?” he threatened the kid.

The kid started stammering and dropped the things down. He lifted his arms above his head.

“No sir, I left some mone-”

The kid’s eyes widened in surprise. He didn’t finish his sentence as he saw a man sneak behind the harasser and sucker punch him. The policeman went down to the ground, unconscious. Hunter turned towards Elena and made an ‘okay’ gesture with his hand.

Hunter approached the kid. “Hey are you okay?” he asked, still keeping his eyes on the police.

“You punched him.” 

“Yeah, if I hadn’t, he would have shot you”

Elena making her way towards them. “What’s your name?” she added looking at the boy.

“Flint”

“Flint, the city is in great danger. We need you to get out as soon as possible. There is a bus five blocks away. We will drop you there.”

“No. I can’t leave my sister. She is handicapped. I need to take care of her.”

“Then let’s get your sister.”

…..

Mack went to collect his daughter. When he reached school, he saw that it was a total mess. All the parents and children were running around trying to find each other. Mack joined them desperate to find his daughter.

“Hope” he shouted. There was no response. He called her for her again and again. Finally, he heard a feeble voice answering back.

“Hope” he shouted again.

“Daddy” a little girl shouted from inside the classroom. She ran to him and he swept her in his arms. 

“Daddy, what’s happening?”

“A bad guy had taken over the city. We need to get out soon.”

“You always said we should always fight back. Also help others. Aren’t we going to do that?”

“First, I’m taking my little princess to safety”

As he reached the Quinjet, he placed Hope on the seat. “Be here. Daddy will be back.” He turned to Trip, “Can you watch her till I come back?”

…..

Gideon Malick was on the conference call with the higher ups in the government. He used them as puppets in his master plan. What he didn’t expect was Loki coming back. He needed to put an end to it. For the Legion to grow over here, he needed to have control over The Council. Had Loki not come back, the ATCU would have been a success.

Gideon heard a rapport knock on his door. He wasn’t expecting anyone. He signalled to Giyera to be on alert as a young man stepped inside. The blood drained from the businessman’s face. His eyes widened and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

“You weren’t expecting me, were you? I have always wanted to hunt you down. But Barnes and Wilson were also about letting it go. They don’t know the inner turmoil. They don’t know what you did to me” Nathaniel said pacing the big office. Giyera was on his guard ready to attack on his boss’ order. Gideon had lost the ability to speak as he looked at his so thought dead brother.

“Finally, my time has come. Anarchy is here. The Council would never understand that” Nathaniel stopped his pacing and glanced at his petrified brother. “Gideon, you trapped yourself in the Legion and the government, bound by their history, rules, hierarchy” he spat the last word.  “You go around saying ‘Hail Legion’ and ‘God bless America.’ Say goodbye to all that. Say hello to anarchy.”

“Nathaniel-”

“I didn’t come here to listen to your pathetic pleas.” Nathaniel closed his hands around his elder brother’s neck and lifted him. Giyera ran forward to stop him. But he caught the bodyguard with his other hand and threw him against the wall. Giyera went down unconscious. He turned his attention to Gideon.

“You planned and tried to kill me back then. Just for this Legion. You know what? It all turned out good. Your organizations are all the same. More and more hierarchy. It diminishes one’s true potential. It creates unbalance. I’m going to destroy all that. Destruction breeds creation.” Nathaniel snapped the neck of Gideon Malick. He dropped his brother’s limp body and walked out. 

…..

Flint took the agents to his home. The door was slightly open and there were signs of forced entry. Elena and Hunter shared a look but didn't say anything.

"Tess" called out Flint. Hearing no reply, he panicked as he approached her room. He opened the door to see his sister lying on the bed. At first it looked normal but on closer look he felt something was not right.

Elena and Hunter noticed that Tess was pale. Her skin looked grey. Flint shook his sister awake but got no response. Hunter checked the pulse. He realised she must have just died now. There was no pulse but the body was still warm.

Hunter signalled Elena to scan the house. As she slipped away quietly, Hunter pulled the crying boy towards himself. He tried to get Flint out of the house but he resisted.

“Lad, we need to get out soon,” Hunter urged. But Flint pulled himself away from Hunter’s hold.

“My sister is dead, man. I’m not going anywhere” he shouted as he pushed Hunter further away.

Hunter’s eyes widened as he saw the figure in the bedroom doorway.

“Duck” he shouted as he drew out his gun and pointed at the man. The man came out of the shadows. He wore old crumpled clothes. His face was in contrast. His skin glowed healthy. His eyes were red and his fangs had descended. Hunter shot the man but it was in vain. He kept shooting again and again. Blood poured out of his chest but he kept walking. Hunter protectively pushed Flint behind him.

Elena was in the other room when she heard the gunshots. She hurried back to check on her companions. She saw an unknown man approaching Hunter and Flint. Hunter fired the next consecutive shots but it didn’t seem to stop the stranger. Elena took out her gun and shot the man straight through his skull.

The vampire fell down. Everyone breathed out in relief. Hunter kneeled down to examine the body. He noticed that the bullet was still lodged in the skull.

“Does a bullet kill a vampire?”

“No. I don’t think so.”

“Why isn’t he moving?”

“Do you want him to?” she said snarkly.

A new person appeared on the doorway startling the group. Elena swung around her gun raised. A man holding a baseball bat was standing there.

“He is a friend,” said Flint, putting himself between the two. Both of them lowered their weapons.

The newcomer was Mike Peterson. He was in the apartment next to Flint’s. He and his son were on the way to the evacuation bus when he had heard the commotion. So, he came to check on his neighbours. Hunter gave his gun and ammo to Mike. He asked them to head to safety.

“What should we do with him?” Elena asked pointing at the wounded vampire on the floor.

“Simmons would have fun cutting him up.”

*****

Chapter 34

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Misconceptions, Miscommunication, and Misinformation Pt81

Inspired by @ozmav Maribat AU

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As soon as the portal closed behind them Chloe and Luka dropped their transformations. Marinette was once again piggybacking Chloe as they turned to look at Tikki and the other Kwami. She hadn't wanted to transform again because she wasn’t certain what Tikki had done and was worried the other four would disappear along with her. She couldn’t afford to have the League members find out if they were just temporary, and she had no way to ask Tikki with them all there.

“You couldn’t have given me some type of heads up or warning?” It was so strange talking to Tikki while she was in human form. It also hadn’t escaped her that all five of the Kwami were in her designs and she wasn’t sure whether she should be flattered or if Tikki had just picked the first things that had come to mind.

“I’m sorry Marinette. I’m tired of watching them treat you like that and I had to do something. I was going to discuss this with you to see if you were okay with it but I really do think you could use the extra help and they volunteered.” So not temporary then, that would require some serious thought. “As I said Plagg can destroy their bodies so if you don’t want to keep them here it’s an easy fix.”

“It’s not that.” Marinette just sighed. This was just one more complication that she really didn’t know how to deal with at this point. “They’ll need identities, papers, and I have no idea how to go about getting those. I’ll need to look for a much bigger place than I was thinking and I’m not sure I can afford that yet and be able to renovate it for wheelchair access as well. Not to mention-” She cut off as Damian shoved his phone in her face. She’d noticed him on it but assumed he was trying to calm down his family. On the screen was a huge house not too far from her current school.

“What do you think of this?” She could only blink at the screen for a moment before she grabbed the phone to get it at a better distance so she could read it properly. It wasn’t a house either, it was a freaking mansion. Twelve bedrooms, fourteen bathrooms, two kitchens for crying out loud, and that wasn’t counting the guest house, or groundskeepers house or whatever it was. It was three stories plus a basement but it did have an elevator. Then she looked at the price.

“Damian there’s no way I can afford that right now, and honestly it’s probably too big.” He was shaking his head before she’d even finished.

“You don’t need to afford it. Since I’m staying here for the foreseeable future I need a more permanent residence that lives up to the Wayne name and can house whatever family members happen to show up. If it happens that when I end up leaving Paris you like it and can afford it you can buy it from my father, but until then since you’re such a ‘good influence’ on me he thinks us staying in the same residence will be beneficial to the both of us. And don’t worry about documentation for your new friends, Alfred is already preparing everything.”

She could only stare at him. He’d said everything in such a matter of fact tone, as though her answer were a foregone conclusion. She wanted to be annoyed with him but she knew it was his way of showing support and caring. She looked back at the phone and really looked at the pictures. The front entrance didn’t have steps and there were at least two bedrooms on the first floor. Even with the elevator she’d rather not have to be dependent on it in case of repairs or power outages. It could work.

“Fine, but I’m paying for any renovations that need to be made for me. And I’m paying rent since there will be five of us living there and I have a feeling Chloe will be there more often than not.” Damian just raised an eyebrow at her.

“I can tell my father that but he won’t listen. This won’t be a drain on our resources at all and he’ll want you to save for your future. I will try to talk to him though.” That sounded about right. When you have money to just throw at a problem you don’t necessarily consider how other people will see it. Damian was tapping away on his phone again and frowning in annoyance.

“He says if it will make you feel better about it you can be the family designer and instead of rent comp the materials. Sadly enough that probably will work out about right given how many of us there are.” She blinked at that. Sure, the materials wouldn’t be cheap but the exposure she’d get from the Waynes wearing her designs exclusively would far outweigh the cost. Damian was now scowling at his phone. “He also wants to see if you’d be willing to work with our R&D department to make materials for protection that can be put into all sorts of clothing. We actually commissioned you for suits with Kevlar once and he was very impressed with both the utility and design.”

“I remember those. It was a fun challenge if a rather odd request. Granted I didn’t think it was too strange given the amount of people in the public eye that get attacked.” But could she really just let Bruce Wayne pay for her housing like this? Wouldn’t people talk? It could hurt his reputation to be housing a teenager. At best they would think he was keeping his son happy by keeping his girlfriend close, at worst… she didn’t even want to think about it.

“He also wants to circulate a story that you were attacked after you revealed yourself as the designer behind Functional Fashion and that’s how you were paralyzed. Between that and having you actually work with Wayne Enterprises it would make sense that we would be concerned about your safety enough to house you in a secure location.” But would it?

“What if my parents technically lived there as well? Maybe even in the guest house or whatever. They wouldn’t be there much because of the bakery but I think it would help with the public image if they were part of it as well.” She didn’t realize until she said it that it meant she was agreeing to this plan. Given the satisfied look on Damian’s face he realized it too.

“And we can have the Kwami make appearances as your staff. Digg would obviously be a bodyguard. Primm looks more like a customer service type or receptionist, and Jett perhaps something with design or tailoring? They don’t have to actually do anything but if the press thinks they’re living at the house because that’s your base of operations it would help. Lyccen…” He seemed at a loss for the Kwami of Anarchy. Granted they could change her look if they had to but she had a feeling Tikki had chosen their attire for a reason.

“Personal assistant. The way people view the disabled everyone will assume my having someone with me all the time to help with things is completely normal.” As much as she hated to say it, it was true. If she could afford to pay someone to help her with normal day to day tasks that were ‘harder’ in a wheelchair no one would question it. Especially since she’d only just lost the use of her legs. As much as she wanted to be independent she could see the use of having a ruse in place to make it seem like she wasn’t. “But how do you plan to get around the fact that there was no police report? Or hospital stay for that matter?” It was a problem she’d been trying to figure out herself. How was she just supposed to show back up paralyzed when she had absolutely no explanation or proof for what happened.

“My father invited you to Gotham to talk about this collaboration and you were attacked there. We are very private and prefer to deal with things in house so it won’t be hard for him to convince the Commissioner to make a report after the fact. We can falsify medical and travel records easily enough.” It was amazing how much morally gray area there was when all you’re doing is trying to save the world.

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[land-of-classpects-and-analysis]

Hello, I wanted to start by saying I ADORE your Classpect analysis style! And I come with a question: my friend (a Witch) and I (a Knight) are both stuck between the Doom and Void Aspects, as they both fit us equally well. Can you offer some advice on how we can choose between them?

Oh, now those are some interesting Aspects to be torn between, Anon! (Also, I would like to preface this by saying I tried to keep this short, but most certainly failed at that sjnsj)

As someone who has found themself stuck between many different Aspects, my more flexible part says to simply pick both of them and just switch between the two - like buying two shirts that you like, and wearing them interchangeably!

However, my far more analytical and knowledge-driven sign says to go through a much more rigorous, but still fun and easy-going!, process!

I would say to truly dig down into who you both are, where your beliefs stand, and what you often see yourselves doing most!

The differences between a Witch of Doom and Witch of Void are most certainly plenty, but there could very well be some crossover between the two; much like a Knight of Doom and Knight of Void!

A Witch of Doom and Knight of Doom would both be highly empathetic individuals due to their natural alignments with their Aspect, but they would obviously have very different journeys and powers. A Witch of Doom would be a far more off-putting person, as they would most likely joke about their traumas and suffering, downplaying the severity of what they went through. A Knight of Doom may try to similarily water down their trauma, but the Knight would only do that because they are not confident enough in themself to truly face their Aspect and the trauma it has left them with.

As for their powers, a Witch of Doom would learn to manipulate Doom, whether it be emotional (empathy, misery, etc.) or literal (death, or a similar tragedy). Meanwhile, a Knight of Doom would learn to protect Doom from being exploited. One seeks to control their Aspect for the greater good, no matter their true motive, while the other seeks to maintain it and leave it relatively unaffected by any outside influence. The Witch of Doom may believe themself to be an untraditional healer, and so may try to manipulate the suffering in the people around them - perhaps even preventing as much tragedy from happening as they can by steering Doom into another direction; or rather towards another target. The Knight of Doom would come to realize that although fire burns and stings, sometimes one must become cloaked in flames in order to be reborn stronger and better - so they seek to protect Doom from being used for something it is not meant to be used as. They protect those who are suffering and miserable from being taken advantage of, but also so that Doom can run its course and allow for people to grow and become better than they once were.

Both the Witch and Knight would do these out of what they may believe to be kindness, respect, and/or care, but obviously, not everyone would agree with them and even fail to fully see it from their perspective. More often than not, though, they do this because they were deprived of this treatment when they were both at their worst.

Next, you have the Witch and Knight of Void; a duo of mysterious figures.

The Witch and Knight of Void are those already heavily linked to The Unknown; The Answers That Blinded Eyes Shall Not See. A Witch of Void would most likely be an ominous yet charming person, always having a silent presence no matter where they are. They tend to take on the role of an observer than anything else, easily slipping into a crowd of faces so as to gain secrets of the world around them. In conversations, they tend to hint and poke at the fact that they know far more than they are letting on. A Knight of Void would be one who has been exposed to secrets, and most certainly holds them, but is afraid of what may happen if these secrets and mysteries were to ever come to Light. As such, they tend to put on a facade of being a relaxed individual who has never hidden anything away in their life. And, of course, both of these people would also be very creative!

A Witch of Void would be one who manipulates Void, metaphorical (secrets, knowledge of said secrets, and creativity) or literal (the literal Void:tm:). Witches of Void are some of the Truest Neutral, or Chaotic Neutral people to ever encounter. They play for themself, and their Aspect; the side they believe to always be winning. Hinting at their secret knowledge is one of their favorite things to do, as well as one of their means of manipulating their Aspect. It is always very hard to tell when a Witch of Void is telling the truth, as they tend to play around with the secrets they tell people and don’t tell people. People of mischief and who enjoy causing problems with drops of anarchy, Witches of Void are those who make interesting allies and enemies.

Then, a Knight of Void would be one who protects Void from being exploited. They are someone who sees the flaws in the system around them, and knows secrets that others may not, but they keep it all under lock and key. Any secret that the Knight has ever come across is one they keep to themself, because they fear the consequences that may happen if they were to be honest with themself and those around them. Because of this, the Knight of Void is one who tends to keep to themself and stay on the sidelines, trying not to draw any attention to themself in the process. This works most of the time, but any fellow Void-bound will most likely see right through and into the Knight’s facade and see the real, burdened soul that rests inside of them. Knights of Void have a difficult job of protecting their Aspect, as secrets are something that are so often very personal and easily exploitable. They would also be someone who protects their “ignorance”, deflecting away any Light that may try to convert them back into an obedient student and piece of the machine. A very stubborn person who tends to believe they are right in everything, and knows the reality of every situation that happens around them, can often lead Knights of Void into becoming rather pessimistic individuals, as well.

Now, as I said, this got far longer than I meant it to, but I do hope that it can help shed some better understanding on you and your friend’s Classpects!

I’m always happy to answer further inquiries, but will leave it on this; it’s ultimately up to you what you believe it to be! I always encourage a deeper look into things, and to always pose questions to yourself when thinking of these things. “If I am a Witch of Void, do I really enjoy twisting around secrets and playing with people’s expectations? Do I have these deep, inter-personal secrets that I often dangle over people’s heads?” or “If I’m a Knight of Doom, have I often found myself being there to make sure those in suffering feel safe and secure with my actions? Do I take the first step towards this act of protecting?”

It’s all about thinking of and putting yourself into highly unlikely scenarios, but still finding your conclusion as to what you would do in them; how you would handle them, who you are doing it for, why you are doing it, etc. etc.!

I do hope this has helped some, and I also give a thank you for your compliment at the beginning! ;v; It really means a lot!

[ijustwant2write]

Masterlist (Updated 12/08/19)

Avengers:

That’s Just Wrong

We Irritating

Steve Rogers:

Come Back To Me

1940′s Day

We Lost Them

‘I Could Never Have This’

Rapunzel

Language Of Love

Wrong Lover Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

You Abandoned Me Series 11/11:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Bucky Barnes:

1940′s Day

Hold My Hand

Wardrobe Malfunction / Part 2

For You

Delirious Confessions

Mr and Mrs Barnes

Our First Night

The Butterfly Effect (Powers!Reader)

Wrong Lover Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Tony Stark:

Salt ‘n’ Pepper

Barking Up The Wrong Tree

New Menu

Not Alone

‘We’ve both had a shitty day, so let’s just stay in and cuddle.’

Thor Odinson:

A New Ruler

New Haircut

History of Our Worlds

Looks Aren’t Always Everything

Loki:

Mischief In The Making

Peter Quill:

Mother Figure

Peter Parker:

Stay Out Of My Way

Secret Dreams

A Bad Disguise

Door To Door

Millionaire Mentor

‘You knew I was going to ask you out?’

Hiding

‘I know how much you love her.’

Saying The Wrong Things

Stephen Strange:

The Doctor’s Daughter (Powers!Reader)

Sam Wilson:

Wingman

I Found

Wanda Maximoff:

A Trip To The Museum

A Different Person

Broken Hands

Pietro Maximoff:

A Trip To The Museum

Brock Rumlow:

Workplace Drama

Unprofessional

Jack Thompson:

The Right Kinda Gal

Clint Barton:

High Rooftops (Stark!Reader)

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby:

The Tattooed Lady

‘You’re worth more.’

‘She’s Always Been The One’

Finn Shelby:

Practically Invisible

Difference Doesn’t Matter

The Girl From The Circus

Ada Shelby:

Protesting For Love (Fem!Reader)

Isaiah Jesus:

‘Let me help you!’

Michael Gray:

Snowy Nights

Bonnie Gold:

Thin Ice

Vikings

Cast Imagines:

I Ship It-Alex Hogh Andersen x Reader

Sickly Love-Alex Hogh Andersen x Reader

Drama On Set-Marco Ilso x Reader

Rumours-Alexander Ludwig

Ivar Ragnarsson:

It Wasn’t You / Part 2

A Short Temper

Too Close

Lost In Love

A Typical Love Story

Obsessed

The Benefits of Friendship

A Modern Day Family-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ivar Ragnarsson

A Perfect Match

Hvitserk Ragnarsson:

You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader

Just Confess

I Don’t Need Your Help / Part 2

I Am One Of You / Part 2 / Part 3

An Unforeseen Future

Certain Affairs

Ubbe Ragnarsson:

Gentle Viking

You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader

You’re Both Mine-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ubbe Ragnarsson

A Real Farmer

You Look At Me Differently Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Sigurd Ragnarsson:

You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader

Bjorn Ironside:

Useless Excuses

You’re Both Mine-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ubbe Ragnarsson

Trapped-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Halfdan The Black

A Modern Day Family-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ivar Ragnarsson

A Missing Piece

Ragnar Lothbrok:

Friends Till The End

The Funny Foreigners

A Strange Bond

Halfdan The Black:

Trapped-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Halfdan The Black

Vague Memories

Just Be Gentle

Dark Things

I Am Not Small

The Quiet One Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Margrethe:

Sticking Together

Game Of Thrones

Jon Snow:

The Other Woman / Part 2

A Continuous Nightmare

A Late Present

Men From The North

Stand Up For Yourself

This Cannot Happen

Cold Hearted

How Long Are You Staying For?

Battling For Love

A Twisted Tale

Robb Stark:

This Is My Idea Of Fun

Stop Stepping On My Feet

Bran Stark:

You Don’t See It

Sansa Stark:

A Long Awaited Rescue

Brienne of Tarth:

Matchmaker-Brienne of Tarth x Tormund Giantsbane x Reader

Tormund Giantsbane:

Matchmaker-Brienne of Tarth x Tormund Giantsbane x Reader

Sons Of Anarchy

Falling Into The Wrong Crowd Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Patched In-SAMCRO x Gay!Reader

Jax Teller:

The Ideal Daughter Part 1/ Part 2

Rebellious

Secrets Revealed

Cutting The Tension

Not Your Typical Woman

Charming’s New Resident

The New Opie / Part 2

Wreck and Repair

Opie Winston:

Spicing Things Up

Happy Lowman:

Love Is Blind, Literally

Chibs Telford:

I’m Too Old For This Shit

Kingsman

Eggsy Unwin:

A Different Background

Time To Meet The In-Laws

Our Friends Across The Pond-Eggsy Unwin x Avengers!Reader

Dangerous Woman

The Secretary

How Romantic (Hart!Reader)

The Hobbit

Thorin Oakenshield:

You Have Changed Part 1/ Part 2

Kili Oakenshield:

Coming Home

The 100

Bellamy Blake:

Contact

The Real Me

Not The Same

Forming An Alliance Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Clarke Griffin:

The Final List

The Riot Club

Alistair Ryle:

Money Fixes Everything / Part 2

Dimitri Mitropoulos:

‘I like you either way’

Car Share

Harry Villiers:

Reversed Roles

American Horror Story

It All Comes Down To This-Kit Walker x Reader

Merlin

Arthur Pendragon:

A Betraying Secret

Another Protector

The New Rule

In Line For The Throne / Part 2

A Need For Comfort

Merlin:

Second Impressions

A Touch of Magic

A Magic Bond

Sir Leon:

The Silent Maiden

Gwaine:

Expected

[fandomsilhouette]

in the darkness safe and sound (we are found)

Maybe there’s a universe where carrying a Ladybug’s burden reminds a Chat Noir how much he loves his ring. Maybe that’s the universe where he clings harder to it, chooses to remake himself in a cat’s image and digs his heels into the façade. 

With all of Ladybug’s luck, this universe sees a Chat Noir crumbling under the weight of a Ladybug’s responsibility, and finding the best version of himself in the ruins. 

Happy @felixmonth, y’all! 

Watching Tikki drift away, earrings like cookies in her palm, too big and heavy and unnatural in her paws, felt like being shaken out of a fever dream. The magic of Tikki’s suit was the same in every physicality, molded to Felix’s body the same as his usual cat-suit, but it felt... tighter. Stronger in its grip, more forceful, aggressive in a way he didn’t expect to feel from a magic whose weapon was a yo-yo. There was something wrong with the taste of Ladybug’s magic, and suddenly the shading of his partner’s eyes made sense in a way he hadn’t put together before. 

It was exhausting to keep battling the driven, pointed rage of being a Ladybug, to clash wit against chaos and create sense from anarchy. Felix didn’t understand how she did it. Felix didn’t think he ever would, and reached gratefully for his ring, shivering. 

Patrol was quiet that night, without his endless stream of jokes and flirting and puns to fill the silence, without her eye rolls and groans and muffled laughter. The tension grew and simmered like bubbles coalescing until they settled on a rooftop, feet swinging off the edge, and she started to talk. 

“It was really fun to be Chat today. I know I can’t do it again... but I wish I could. I didn’t know the magic could feel like that, feel so... made for me. Like I could have the whole world and take it by storm.” She bumps into his shoulder and grins a tired, resigned, barely-there-resentment kind of grin. “That’s why you’re always whooping and hollering and joking around, huh? I get it. I’d do it too.” 

“I won’t,” Felix bursts on the words, interrupting her in his anxious desperation. She’s shocked, absolutely taken aback. She jerks backwards and gapes, and somehow it’s still an attractive look on her. 

“I... what? Why? Isn’t that what makes you...” She trails off, doesn’t finish her sentence, but he knows what she wants to say. It’s what Chat Noir is. 

Not anymore. 

“I can’t... do that, to you, knowing what you’re doing every fight. It was never fair, and it shouldn’t have taken this for me to realize, but... god, ma coccinelle, I nearly strangled you the way you were messing around today! And that was a fraction of what I do, but I couldn’t focus and it was so hard even when you were helping that--” He cuts himself off with a strangled yowl, then backtracks onto what he meant to be saying in the first place. “I think I’ve gotta be there for you in a way that matters, more. Jokes are for patrol and after the fight is won, not for when you’re scrambling to save one of my nine lives.” 

She smiles weakly, like she’s exhausted herself keeping herself upright and hasn’t allowed herself to stop until just now and it’s hitting her all at once. 

“I don’t... want you to stop. It’s fun, y’know? It’s better than the constant anxiety in my head, or it-- It’s like, not-- I want you to get to be yourself. It’s-- I know that-- You don’t get to be... yourself in the way you want to be in your civilian life. I don’t want to be the reason that gets taken away from you.” She pauses and then looks away. “I don’t want both of us to be hurting in this magic.” 

“I won’t be. I don’t-- Maybe it’s not clear, but I want to do this. And I’ve been... thinking I need to find a balance either way. I can’t just be... nothing as a civilian and everything as Chat Noir, I can’t function long term like that. I need to learn... for myself, how to do this. And I’m-- If it opens up space for you to shoulder less of the burden, if I can figure out how cataclysm works in your plan on my own instead of making you do it... I’ve been moving in this direction for a while, I think. Now it’ll just be purposeful, y’know?” 

She doesn’t say anything for a long moment. 

“Purrposeful.” 

Her eyes are bright and playful and way too pleased with herself, and it’s so precious that he almost misses what she said in the first place. When it hits him, he shoves her off the rooftop and revels in the way her laugh carries on the wind of her swing back up.

“I thought that was my job!” 

“Well, while we’re on the topic of sharing...” 

Felix waits for her to finish that statement. Instead, she looks into his eyes just long enough for his heart to start racing, and then sticks her tongue out and races away. 

He readies himself to chase her, before remembering. Realizing. He finds a strength in himself that he hadn’t noticed before, that feels an awful lot like the warmth of her arms around him in a hug, and sprints fast enough to match her, step for step. He’s going to be there for her. He’s going to be there with her. 

[novannna]

Same Sea, Same Soul, Same Heart

Chapter 4

Danna is the daughter of a noble in Gatlon city.  Gatlon is ruled by King Hugh and King Simon, members of the Renegades, the gruop that saved it from the anarchists and Ace Anarchy.  Nova is the niece of Ace Anarchy and is the worlds most feared and dangerous pirate.  She kidnaps Danna as ransom, and while they travel back to Danna’s father the two girls begin to realize they weren’t so different after all…

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ITS THE MASQUERADE CHAPTER YALL

word count: 3950

tw: blood violence death

Danna woke up to a bucket of water splattered across her face.  The captain stood over her, irritation clear on her face.  

“What the hell?” Danna spluttered, rising to her feet.  

“Get dressed,” was all Nova said.  Nova.  When did Danna start thinking of her as Nova?  She shrugged the thought away.

“Why?”  Danna demanded. 

Nova didn’t answer.  She just walked off, letting the door swing shut behind her.  

Danna noticed a large cloth bundle on the barrel to her left.  She carefully unfolded it, revealing a gown that was prettier than anything Danna had ever worn.  It’s delicate black silk was embroidered with red flowers near the hem and edge of the sleeves.  Mesh covered the collarbone and shoulders.  Danna quickly stepped out of her own filthy clothes, and slipped the soft fabric over her head.  It slid over her skin like liquid.  It was beautiful.  Danna ran her hands down the silk one last time, then stepped out the door.  

Genevieve let out a high whistle.  “Damn, Bell.  You look  good.”

Danna blushed.  “Thanks,” she mumbled.  

“Good.  You're done.”  Nova stalked down the hall.  “Let’s go.”  

Danna’s breath caught in her throat.  Nova wore a floor length gown of a blue so deep you could mistake it for black.  Delicate sapphire gems were sewn down the chest, streaks of color against the inky fabric. Her chest and arms were clothed in mesh, and Danna could see the soft skin of her neck.  Jewels were sewn up her arm.  Nova was absolutely breathtaking.  Danna felt her cheeks heat, and she looked down.  

“Why are we dressed like this?”  Danna asked, trying not to think about the way Nova’s dress hugged her figure tightly.  The way that the mesh exposed just enough of her skin.  The way that-.  Danna cursed herself.  She was letting herself get distracted.  

“I’ll tell you on the way. Let’s go,” Nova said impatiently.  She stalked away.  

Viv laughed lightly.  “Nova’s in a bad mood this morning,” she explained.  

Danna’s jaw dropped.  “You can call her Nova?”  she asked in a hushed whisper.  “She allows that?”

“Of course!  It’s her name isn’t it?”  Viv laughed awkwardly.  

“Oh.  She didn’t want me to call her that when she told me.”  Danna scratched her neck.  “She threatened to kill me if I called her that actually.” 

“Hmm.  She has her reasons,” Viv replied.  

“Where are we going?”  

“Oh, I don’t actually know.”  

Danna turned in astonishment.  “You don’t know?  Doesn’t that bother you?  Wouldn’t you like to know where you're going?”

Viv looked down.  “I’m not going.  Just you and Nova.”

Danna laughed dryly.  “Funny.”  She stopped walking.  “Wait, you're serious?”  

Viv nodded.  

“Me and the captain are going to do something all alone?  Me and her?”  Danna stared, at Nova, stunned.  “What?”

“See?  Doesn’t bother me!”  Viv grinned.  “Come on, you need to hurry.  My guess is that you don’t want to keep her waiting.”

Danna nodded, and hurried up.  

---

Nova stood by the lifeboat, arms crossed across her chest.  Danna and Genevieve were talking in the background, taking their  sweet time to get to her.  

“Relax Nova.  It’ll be fine,” Moxie said.  

“Hmm?”  Nova asked, lost in thought.  

Moxie sighed.  “I can tell you're nervous about bringing Danna.”

“Why would I be nervous?”  Nova asked, laughing.  “I don’t care about her.”

Moxie raised an eyebrow.  “We’ve all seen how you act around her.  I don’t think you kidnapped her just for ransom.”

Nova snorted.  “Keep telling yourself that.”

“Then why are you bringing her, and not me or Viv?”  Moxie countered.  “We’d be better choices.  Danna can fight, but she’s wild.  She might try to run.”

“It’s a calculated risk.  I’d rather have her as insurance in case the worst happens.  She’ll be my ticket out.  They won't risk hurting her.”

“We both know that the worst won’t happen.  Not if you’ve planned it.”

Nova sighed.  “Look, Danna is a member of the court.  She is the literal embodiment of every single thing I hate.  She means absolutely nothing to me.  Understand?”

Moxie nodded.  “Sure, Cap.  Got it.”

“Good.”  Nova straightened her spine. “Hurry up!”  She called to Viv and Danna.  “We don’t have all day!”

The sound of jogging feet reached Nova’s ears, and Danna and Viv emerged from the hallway.  

“About time,” Nova growled.  “Get in.”

“We’re going off the ship?”  Danna asked.  Her face paled slightly.  

“Obviously.”

“You trust me not to run?”  Danna asked.  

“I trust you to do what’s best for you.  And that’s sticking with me.”  Nova groaned.  “Now, get in.”  

Danna picked up her skirts, and stepped into the boat warily.  It swayed dangerously as her weight settled. 

Nova nodded once at the couple, then entered after Danna, her skirt brushing against the wood.  

As soon as she was in, Viv and Moxie began to lower it, until it settled into the water with a small splash.  

Nova picked up the oars and began to row.  

“Where are we going?”  Danna asked after five minutes of silence.  

“The coast.”

“Why?”

“I have an informant waiting for us.  They have things for me.”

“Okay, but why are we dressed up?”

Nova looked at her, deadpan.  “Most wanted pirate in the world, remember?  Ever heard of a disguise?”

“Well yeah, but why so fancy?”  

“My informant has a flair for dramatics.  They want to meet us at the local noble’s house.  Conveniently for us, it’s also a masquerade ball tonight.  No one will notice another pair of guests.”  

“And why bring me?”

“You’re my ticket out if things go south,” Nova responded as she pulled the oars through the water.  The small vessel cut through the waves like a knife.  “They won’t risk hurting someone as important as you.”

“Ah.”

They lapsed back into silence, waiting for the distant land to get closer and closer.  

“Do you know how to do hair?”  Nova asked at last.

Danna nodded.

“Good.  Can you do something with yours?  It looks like you haven’t washed it and brushed it in days.”

“I haven’t.”  

Nova didn’t respond.  Danna scowled, and carefully twisted strands into a braid.  She wrapped it up, and tucked the hair up.  

“Good?”  Danna asked.  

Nova nodded mutely.  

“Do… Do you want me to do yours?”  She hesitantly asked.  

Nova inhaled sharply, then nodded.  “That’d be nice.”  She set down the oars, and let Danna scooch in close.  

Nova stiffened as she felt Danna’s fingers brush against her neck, but let herself relax.  Danna worked quickly, expertly moving her fingers through Nova’s hair.  

It only took a few minutes before she said, “Done.”  

Nova moved away first, feeling the loss of Danna’s presence behind her keenly. Her hands probed the braid.  

“Thanks,” she said softly.  

“No problem.”  Danna smiled, then looked away.  

Nova felt her cheeks burning red.  “We’re almost there,” she said, clearing her throat.  “I’d say twenty more minutes of rowing, and We’ll be there.”  

“Okay.” Danna nodded.  

“There are a pair of shoes and a mask for you underneath the seat.”  

“Thank you.”  Danna reached under, and slipped them on.  Her mask was shaped almost like a butterfly, delicate black wire weaving around her face, wings stretching up, reaching for her temples.

Their conversation felt weird.  Stilted.  As if they were dancing around each other, trying not to scare each other off.  

They were silent until the boat bumped against a dock, and Nova stood.  

“Let’s just make this easy from the start,” she said.  “I know you have at least thought about running, so let me make something clear: You can’t.  I will catch you if you try.  And I’ll make you regret it.  Clear?”

Danna nodded.  “Crystal.”  

“Good.”  Nova reached under her seat and pulled out her mask.  She slipped it onto her face, securing the straps tightly.  

She extended an arm to Danna, who accepted it gratefully.  

“If anyone asks, you are Lucianna Cambridge, daughter of a wealthy merchant.  You are my date to the ball,” Nova said.  “Got it?”

Danna stilled.  “We’re… together?  Like… together, together?”

“Yes, Danna.  We are together, together.”  Nova sighed.  

“What do I call you?”

“You can call me Nova.  But only for this evening.  Got it?”

Danna nodded, grinning.  “Fun.”

Nova slid her arm through Danna’s, and led her off the dock.  

---

Danna held her head high as she walked into the ball.  It was something she learned early on in life.  If you acted like you were meant to be there, then you were.  No one would doubt you.  Her shoes clicked against the hard floor as she floated through the door.  This was the most familiar thing in three days.  Danna let a smile grace her lips as she and Nova strode through the crowd.  

Nova looked absolutely stunning.  She looked better than every single other person in the room, with her black hair braided down her back, and her dress sweeping her form.  Her black mask covered the top half of her face, the design similar to that of a bandits.  That was probably intentional, Danna thought.  It made her heart hurt just looking at her.  

Luckily they didn’t stand out too much. Most of the attention skipped right over them.  People were more concerned about the dancers and the food.  Typical royals.  Danna smirked.  Then realized that these people were her people.  She would have fit right in with these people. They were just like her.  Had only three days with the pirates changed her mind so much?

“Where are we going?” Danna hissed to Nova.  

“Relax,”  Nova replied.  “Smile.  We have time.”

“Why aren’t we meeting your informant?”

“We agreed to meet at 7.  We still have half an hour left.”

“So why did we come now?”  Danna demanded. 

Nova grinned.  “To have fun.”

“Fun?” Danna echoed.  

“Uh huh.  You know what that is?”  

“Yes, of course I do,” Danna hissed.  

“We’re going to dance.”  Nova pulled the two of them onto the dance floor, grabbing Danna’s waist. 

“What are you doing?”  Danna asked, stunned.  

Nova laughed.  “Dancing.  What are you doing?”  

“I guess I’m dancing,” she said wearily.  They swayed to the orchestra’s tune, slowly circling the room.  

Nova groaned.  “I hate this. How do you nobles do this?”

Danna couldn’t keep a chuckle from escaping her lips.  ‘I don’t know.  It never seemed so boring before.”

“Hmm.”  Nova led them to the side.  “I can’t handle this.”  She weaved her way through a bunch of party goers, Danna in tow.  

“Where are we going?”

“I don’t know.  Somewhere away from here.”  Finally, they emerged in the gardens.  “There,” Nova grinned.  “This is much better.  I can actually breath.”  

“What are we doing here?”

“Whatever the hell we want.”  Nova laughed and spread her arms wide, tilting her head back.  “We’re all alone.  Who cares what we do?”  

“Well,” Danna laughed.  “If that’s the case, may I have this dance?”

Nova dipped into a curtsy. “You May.”  She held out her hand, and Danna clutched it tightly. They circled each other, eyes locked.  Danna could see Nova’s bright blue eyes glinting through her mask.  She realized with a small shock that they were the exact same shade as the ocean.

“Where’d you learn how to dance?” Danna asked. Nova really was a skilled dancer. 

“Genevieve taught me.  And my… aunt of sorts.”

“Aunt of sorts?”  Danna laughed. “What does that mean.”

“One of the women who raised me.  She was more of an aunt in my life than a mom, but we weren’t related.” 

“Oh.”  Danna held her arm out for Nova to twirl under.  “I’m curious, what made you want to be a pirate.  Why not a thief, or an assassin?  You certainly have the skills to be one.”

Nova shrugged.  “It’s in my blood.  The sea cares for me when no one else will.  It’s always been a part of me. Why would I ever want to leave it?”  

Danna realized that even in the short time she had known Nova, she had begun to think of Nova as the sea. As if they were the same thing.  She couldn’t imagine Nova without imagining the sea.  

“So why not be a sailor?”

“Like I said. it’s in my blood.”  Nova spun Danna into a dip. “Why?”

“I want to know more about my kidnapper,” Danna replied. “Is that weird?”

Nova nodded.  “I mean yeah, but this whole situation is.”  

“Why did you kidnap me in the first place?”  Danna asked. “Why me?”

Nova shrugged. “I don’t know.”

They both twirled away from each other, hands tracing arcs through the night. “You felt right,” Nova whispered.

“Right?”

They spun back together, meeting in the middle, lips almost touching.  Both girls were breathless from the cold and the dancing, and perhaps something else entirely. 

“Yeah.”  Nova bit her lip. “I watched a ball one time. You were there. Everyone around you was in constant motion, trying to bump up their place in the social hierarchy.  Everyone but you,” Nova said, their breath mixing.  Danna could smell Nova.  She smelled like the sea. 

“What was I doing?” Danna whispered. This moment felt so still, so special. 

“Absolutely nothing. You stood still, not giving a damn about what the other people did. I was intrigued by you. I wanted to know more.”

“And here we are,” Danna finished. 

With a start, she realized exactly how close they were. 

She cleared her throat loudly and backed away. 

Nova bit her lip, and looked down.  Her mask hid her face from Danna’s eyes.  

“We should go meet my contact,” Nova said. “I think we’ve wasted enough time.”  Nova hurried off, Danna jogging to keep up.

---

What the hell was Nova thinking?  Letting herself get carried away like that.  With Danna of all people. Her sworn enemy.  

And all Nova could think about was how gorgeous her lips looked.  The way her brown eyes sparkled underneath the delicate wire.  

She scowled as her feet carried her through the mansion.  A door stood at the end of the hallway, and Nova stopped in front of it. She knocked four times, and waited for a response. 

The door cracked open, and a stormy gray eye peered out. 

“Narcissa, it’s me. Stop being so damn paranoid,” Nova sighed. 

“Fine,” the voice replied, laced with suspicion. The door opened the rest of the way and the two girls hurried in. 

A girl in long trousers and a white blouse stood in front of the, her long ginger braid slung over a shoulder. 

Nova embraced her, grinning. 

“It’s been too long, Nova,” Narcissa murmured. 

“I’m sorry.  I’ve been busy. Do you have…”. Nova trailed off. 

Narcissa nodded.  “Here.”  She shoved a small paper envelope into Nova’s hands. 

Nova carefully shoved it into her dress, careful not to wrinkle anything. 

“Ace will be happy about this,” Nova said. 

Danna coughed quietly behind the two girls. “Right. Narcissa, this is Danna. Danna, this is Narcissa,” Nova said, stepping aside. 

“Hey,” Danna said quietly. 

Narcissa paused. “Shit!”  Without even saying goodbye, she vanished into the back corners of the room. 

“What-“

“Secret passages,” Nova explained. “Narcissa has a knack for them.”

“Why’d she go?”

And then they heard it. Footsteps marching closer and closer. 

“What are we going to do?”  Danna asked. “We’re about to be caught!”  

Nova’s eyes flashed. “Kiss me!” She whispered fiercely. 

“Pardon?”

Nova groaned. “Now is not the time for manners. Kiss me!”  

Danna stared, open mouthed at her. 

“Oh for the love of-“. Nova took Danna’s face in her hands, and kissed her herself, just as the door opened.  A guard poked his head in, then blushed beet red when he saw the two girls. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled awkwardly. “I’ll uh, I’ll leave you two alone.”  The door shut as he hastily ducked back out. 

They slowly parted, lips still tingling with the memory. 

“Oh,” Danna whispered, bringing a finger up to her lips. “Wow.”  

Nova raised her eyebrows. “There’s more to you than meets the eye, Danna Bell.”  She opened the door, and hurried out, Danna right behind. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Danna asked. 

Nova ignored her. Every nerve on her body was screaming with the memory of Danna’s soft lips on her own. That had been a bad idea. A very bad idea, because now, Nova couldn’t get the memory out of her head.  “We have what we came to get. We should go,” Nova said. 

“No more dancing?”  Danna asked. 

“No time. Every extra second is a risk.”  Nova hurried on. Nova was absolutely furious with herself.  She had other options.  But her brain went to kissing Danna first.  And she had enjoyed it.  It had felt really nice.   And Nova wanted to do it again.  She led Danna out to the dance floor, then froze.  “Shit, shit, shit,” she whispered.  

Danna ran straight into her.  “What is it?” Danna hissed.

Nova groaned.  “I see someone I know.”

Danna raised an eyebrow.  “Someone you know?  Like they know you as Nova?”

Nova cringed.  “Not exactly.”

Danna waited for an answer, arms crossed.  

“Fine.”  Nova sighed.  “I stole from them sometime last year when I was on the run.”

“As the Nightmare?”

Nova shook her head.  “As Nova.  I was on my own.  Completely alone.”

“They caught you?”

Nova hissed.  “Of course not!  I’d never let myself be caught.”

“So then what’s the problem?”  Danna asked, confused.  

Nova sighed.  “I used them.  I wanted to steal a valuable piece of jewelry from an important noble in the area.  Their father.  So I used them to figure out what I needed to know, then left them.”  Nova scraped her foot against the ground.  “And I may have placed the blame on them.”  

Danna gaped.  “Nova!  That’s… that’s…”

“Terrible?”  Nova smirked.  “Pirate, remember?”  

“So what do we do?”  

“Fuck!”  Nova snarled viciously.  

“What?”  

“They saw us.  And they’re coming this way.”

“What do we do?”  Danna’s panic was evident.

“Just follow my lead.”  

“Is that Nova Mclain?”  An obnoxious voice asked. 

“Genissa,  long time, no see,” Nova responded, grimacing.  

A girl with icy white hair glared at the two of them.  She wore a pale gown with glittering diamonds scattered across the skirt.  A mask made out of white feathers covered her face, leaving her mouth and nose exposed.  

“I bet you wish it was longer,” Genissa snarled.  “Give me back the medallion!  Or else I call the guards.”

Nova smirked.  “You know, I’d love to, but unfortunately, I sold it.  It’s lost.”  Nova spread her hands out, fake sympathy plastered across her face.

“Your lying,” Genissa snarled.  

“Again, so sorry.  But I actually have to leave so… bye!”  Nova grabbed Danna’s wrist and jerked her away.   

“Nova!”  Genissa screamed.  “Get her!  She’s a thief!”  Guards snapped to attention, and raced after the two girls.  

They swerved between frightened partygoers, Nova using the chaos to grab as much jewelry as possible off the panicking nobles.  She stuffed it into her dress, the hard metal poking into her painfully.  

Danna and Nova emerged in the garden.  

Not bothering to slow, Nova raced for the far wall.  

“What are you doing?”  Danna asked, breathless.  “That’s a dead end!”

Nova laughed.  “Maybe for you.  But I don’t really believe in dead ends.”  

“What does that even mean?”  

The wall got nearer and nearer.  “I think we’re gonna make it!”  Nova crowed.  

Just as a wall of guards appeared from the side of the building, streaming out, heading towards the wall, effectively blocking them off.  

“You spoke too soon,” Danna smirked.  

“Now is not the time,” Nova snarled.  

Danna shrugged.  “It’s a win win situation for me.  Either we escape, and I’m fine, or you get caught, and I’m fine.”  

“You would miss me though,” Nova said.  “Please make this easy for me, m’kay?  I’d rather not have you running off.”  

Danna scowled, but didn’t argue.  

“Stay behind me.  I’ve got this.”  Nova lifted her skirt up, exposing her bare leg to the cold night air.  

Danna gawked at her skin.  

“Stop looking, you perv,” Nova smirked.  

“How do you have so many knives?”  Danna asked, trying to hide her bright red blush.  

“Why don’t you?”  Nova asked, grabbing two wickedly curved blades.  Her entire leg was covered with blades, and a gun was strapped to her thigh.  

“Are you going to take them all out?”  Danna asked, her voice tinged with fear.  

Nova nodded.  “As many as I can,” she said with a bloodthirsty grin.  

“That’s suicide!”  Danna looked at her, eyes wide.  

“Darling, you’ve never even seen me fight.  How could you know that?”

“No one can take out that many trained professional fighters alone.”

“Then I guess I’ll just prove you wrong.”  Nova leapt away, cutting through the night like a knife.  

“Nova!” Danna screamed.  

Nova grinned.  Her blades flashed through the dark, metal gleaming red, wet with blood.  She cut through the guards like paper.  They fell beneath her fury, never even standing a chance.  

Within seconds, the remainder fled, terror clear on their faces.  Nova knelt, and wiped her wet blades on the grass. 

She looked back at Danna, who had fallen to her knees.  She was shaking with sobs.  

“You...you killed them all…” Danna said.  

Nova groaned.  “Not all.  And I had to.  I don’t wanna die.”

“No.  You didn’t.  They were just following orders.  And you murdered them.”  tears slipped out from below her mask.  

“Let’s go,” Nova snarled.  “I don’t know why I expected you to understand.  I will kill to survive.  I have to.  Now, will I have to drag you?” 

Danna rose to her feet.  “I’ll go.”

“Good.”  Nova led her to a small section where the vines covered a gaping hole in the wall.  They slipped out together, Danna shuddering away from the slumped bodies.  

They ran to the dock, and stepped inside the lifeboat.  Nova picked up the oars, and started to row furiously.  

Most of her hair had fallen out of the braid, and her face was covered in a mist of red.  

“Why does it always end in death?”  Danna asked her.  “Why do you kill?”  

“In this world, you have to kill, or be killed.  I’ve done bad things.  And I can’t risk getting caught.  So I kill.  You wouldn’t understand.”

“No one forced you to be a pirate.  You made that choice.  Not anyone else.  You are the only one responsible for your actions,” Danna said, her brown eyes glimmering with tears.  Her mask hung from a strap around her neck.  

“I did.  I am.”  Nova laughed quietly.  “You think I don’t know what I’ve done?  You think I don’t know the stains of red covering my hands?  I am aware of every single death I’ve caused, but I don’t get to have the luxury of caring.”

“You're a monster, you know that?”  Danna turned her body away from Nova.

Nova nodded.  “I know.  I know what I am.”  She looked at the pale moon reflected in the water.  “I know what you think of me.  I know that you think I’m a terrible person.  I’m a vile thief, and liar, and murderer, and a bad, bad person.”

“Is that not true?” Danna demanded, still refusing to look at her.  

Nova hung her head. “It is.  Every single word.  I’m a pirate.  I kill, and pillage, and steal.  But I wasn’t always like this.  I was good once.  The world messed me up, and now I’m paying the price.”

“Is that an excuse for your actions?”

“No.”  Nova sighed, and slumped her shoulders.  “My actions are inexcusable.”  

They lapsed back into silence, the boat being pushed farther and farther away from the bodies Nova left behind.

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The Emissaries of Death and War Ch. 2: Not So Different

Summary: After stopping Wil, old enemies get to talk.

Chapters: 1, 2

After a little bit of a chase and a struggle, Dark, Techno, and Philza were able to stop Wil. Techno being the one to physically knock down and keep a hold on the madman.

Dark sent Wil to the Void and held him there until he calmed down. It took a while but the next time Wil saw Techno he seemed to be fine.

Wilford was being brought back in while Techno was conducting something of a report on the fight.

“Not too bad, you raised a couple half decent fighters, well except for the new one,” Techno told Dark. “Or, I assume he’s your newest, the other two are better fighters, so . . .”

As Techno trailed off, Bim felt his face heat with shame. Yes, he was the youngest, but he was not the newest. He was Dark’s kid!

“Geez, Techno, you didn’t rough them up too much did yah[1]?” Philza cackled. “Hardly fair. We should’a gone ta find Tommy. That would have been more fair, man.”[2]

“Nah, against these three?” Techno scoffed angrily, “they would have torn through him like wet tissue paper.”

“Come on, mate, he’s not that bad,” Philza tried to defend from the other room.

Philza had paused to look at the large portrait in the hall, and smiled before only now starting to catch up with the rest of the group.

Techno took a couple steps so Phil could see his face and fixed him with a baleful glare.

Rolling his eyes, Phil added, “Okay, so he’s a shitehead[3] who’s done some shite[4] things, but he’s not a half bad fighter.”

“Uhh, brat was discorporated for the first time during a fist fight, you do the math,” Techno reminded coldly.

Phil frowned at him, huffing and looked around to see that the Entity was out on the back balcony. So as Wilford and Techno were talking with the three spawnlings, Phil decided he needed a change of company.

“How do you feel about anarchy?” Techno smiled at Wil, as Philza shook one of his wings and then pulled a bottle of Chardonnay out of it.

“What’s that?” Wilford asked with a huge smile on his face.

Techno gave a huge grin that Phil couldn’t help but copy that smile as Techno began to launch into — as Philza called it — his “fuck the government” spiel.

Instead of joining in, Philza walked out on the balcony to smile at Dark with his bottle of Chardonnay in his hands. “Come on, Ent, I’ve got your favorite.”

“I don’t get drunk anymore,” Dark warned, but summoned two glasses for them.

“Shame,” Phil chuckled. “You’re a fun drunk.”

“I have been rather reliably told that I become insufferable and impossible to deal with,” Dark corrected, opening the bottle and pouring out two drinks.

“By who?” Phil took the glass he was offered, swirling his aura in it a bit, Dark copying him before they both took the first sips. “You were a riot after Agra.”

“Exactly,” Dark pointedly didn’t answer the first question. “Besides, I have too much to worry about to get drunk on top of it.”

“Right, right, anyways I thought I saw traces ‘a[5] Phantom’s aura in town, thought he was with you,” Phil began. “What’s he up ta[6] these days?”

“Don’t know, don’t care,” Dark snarled.

“Ohhh,” Phil took another sip, “it was that bad huh? Sounds like yeh[1] traded up.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Dark warned.

“Fair,” Phil allowed. “So what’s the new pact mate like, you two dating? Seems like it, looks all domestic in here.”

“We work together,” Dark answered, “everything else is our business.”

“True, true,” Philza agreed. “I’m just curious, we come inta[7] town and find out you’ve got a new pact mate, some spawnlings, and a body. Wanted to figure out how much had changed.”

Dark didn’t give a real comment to that, sipping on his wine.

“How many you got?” Phil leaned in a bit.

Dark considered for a second if Philza was going to talk to Phantom, then he said, “Six.”

“Oh yeah,” Phil whistled, “I saw the painting.”

“I need to move that thing back into my office, two of Wil’s boys insisted it be on display in the hall,” Dark scoffed. “We don’t even have guests over, I don’t know who they expect to see it.”

“Six is a lot, mate,” Phil reminded. “Sounds like you’ve been up ta[6] some mad fun. How old are they?”

“None of your business,” Dark told him firmly.

“Right,” Phil agreed. “But I gotta ask because I have to answer someone else’s question, it’s not about your spawnlings, it’s about mine.”

“You do have a reputation of picking fights with every lord and vizier in the world, unsurprising,” Dark responded. “How many did you keep?”

“I had two, one is, uh,” Philza paused and downed the rest of his glass before reaching to fill it up again. “He’s dead, and the other is off doing his own thing. An empath and a glitch.”

“Hmm,” Dark hummed as he sipped on his wine.

“Which do you have?” Phil asked.

Dark thought on if he should tell the avian, but figured that anyone who looked at the Lost Ones long enough could probably figure it out on their own. “Two deal makers, a showman, and the other three are all empaths, I’m fairly certain.”

“Are they all yours, or did your friend split some ‘a[5] them off?” Philza asked, if he was surprised or impressed he didn’t show it.

Dark wasn’t going to answer, was about to brush it off, but the Entity felt a deep twinge of pain. It wasn’t bad, but it did hurt, and Dark fought the urge to cough.

Phil looked over Dark’s shoulder and smiled, “Hello, who are you? You one ‘a[5] his lot?”

Grabbing his chest, Dark looked around at his echoes, his red was fine, but his blue one was clutching his chest in obvious pain. But that wasn’t the real problem.

His echo didn’t look like him, he looked like Damien! Dark almost screamed in surprise but after a second or two of shock, his aura shot out and dragged his blue soul back in and the echo of course screamed and tried to fight him out of fear. The outside balcony lights flickered, but eventually everything was still and calm again and Dark told Phil, who was just staring at him, “Ignore him, that is not a spawnling.”

“I didn’t hit yah[1] too hard, did I, mate?” Philza asked in concern. “You splitting?”

“I’m fine,” Dark snapped, and slammed his fists down and her body changed to match her red one, forcing her blue soul deep into the back of their soul.

“That’s a neat trick,” Phil commented, “now I can’t see why you’re in a body if it does that.”

“Yes,” Dark stood up, “now, I think we’ve left the others alone for too long.”

Philza was quiet for a moment before he stood up as well, “Yeah, probably. Don’t know how yours are, but Techno’s usually good ta[6] leave to his own devices. He’s not the one I was always worried about.”

“Really?” Dark commented, her aura holding the door open for Phil.

“Oh yeah, anytime I left my two boys alone they always got into some trouble,” Phil smiled warmly. “Tommy still gets inta[7] trouble.”

“Spawnlings do tend to do that,” Dark agreed and they saw the group sitting in the living room as Wil was telling one of his stories and Techno occasionally cutting in with comments or his own stories.

Dark was able to stay calm and collected during the rest of the visit. Techno did give an eyebrow raise at her changed body but didn’t give any other type of comment. Wil did naturally fawn over her but after their guests left so did the Host, saying his goodbyes and Dark sent him back to the heroes’ base.

It was quite possibly the only time she was happy to see the Host go. As much as Dark cared for the young man, Host tended to be a bit nosy and he always seemed like he knew what was going on.

And Dark didn’t need that right now. She needed to sort out what had been bothering her aura. For weeks she’d been wondering, and now she knew.

There was something wrong with her blue soul! That’s what the problem was! Which explained why she could hide it better when she was using her red one.

Dark had let this go on for too long, and she had to act fast before her blue soul did irreparable damage.

Techno and Philza were halfway out of Egoton, heading out of the city through Brighton, when Illinois caught up with them. He wasn’t really trying to disguise his approach and Philza’s crows warned him the young man was following them before Techno heard him coming.

Techno’s sword came out and the voices began clamor for a new fight. “Round two then?”

“Nah,” Illinois was flipping his lucky coin in the air. “Just wanted to talk without my mom listening in. She tends to get a little antsy when I’m on my own.”

“Illinois right?” Philza smiled.

“Heh,” Techno snickered, “were you born there?”

Illinois took a deep breath, “I was born in Ohio.”

“Missed opportunity, then,” Techno chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.

“It’s a name,” Illinois defended. “Anyways, I came to ask you two something.”

“Sure,” Techno glanced at Phil.

“I kindly request you leave my brothers and sister out of whatever fight you have with our father,” Illinois told them. “You deal with him, and me, and that’s it.”

“Oh is that how it is?” Techno stared at Illinois with a fire burning in his eyes.

“You two strike me as the type to like a good fight, I’m more powerful, as you saw with my baby brother, besides me and Host they don’t really have a lot of aura worthy of a good fight.”

Techno thought on that for a second, “You know you’re starting to speak more of my language.”

Illinois smiled back, “So let’s leave the little kids out of it.”

“Careful Junior,” Phil warned and watched Illinois’s eye twitch angrily at the nickname. “Yer[8] a kid yourself. Don’t bite off more than you can chew.”

“We have a deal or not?” Illinois redirected the conversation.

Techno hummed, “That depends on how much of an iron-booted tyrant your old man is, but the fact that your brothers don’t seem to be all that beholden to authority is very intriguing.”

“Of course they wouldn’t,” Illinois scoffed. “They don’t have to help run the business.”

The two veteran warriors glanced at each other before Phil chuckled, “We’ll make yeh[1] a counter-deal, mate, your siblings don’t mess with us and we’ll pretend that Ent only has one kid.”

Illinois glared at them but flipped his coin again before stowing it back into his pocket. “I suppose that’s the best I’m going to get.”

“It is, now if you’ll excuse us, we have a train to catch and all,” Phil grinned and they left, Phil’s wings fluttering as he walked and Techno always keeping an eye on him.

When he was sure they were out of the city, Illinois returned to the Manor to talk with Dark, while Techno and Philza got on a train that led from Brighton to Northern Scotland where they were currently hiding out. Phil had paid extra to make sure their trip stayed as quiet and private as possible, in that if he had to he bought extra tickets.

The Blood God did have to make his face look a touch more human instead of the mask he always wore so they weren’t given much trouble.

Techno was settling down for a long nap, trying to calm the voices on his head enough to relax, and only sleep could grant that calm silence to him.

Besides them, the car they were in had a couple other people but their little four-seat section was empty apart from them.

Until someone came over to sit down.

Initially, Phil wanted to chew the guy out but he saw the green hoodie and the familiar face, along with the white smiley face mask in his hands. So instead he just groaned and poked his blood brother in the arm, “Tech.”

“Hnghmmm,” Techno groaned, still awake enough for Phil to rouse him back to consciousness. “What do you want, Dream? I was kinda busy sleeping.”

“Yes, I wanted to talk with you before you drifted off again,” Dream told them. “I need you two to come back to Gainesville. I need you to find someone for me.”

“Dude we just got on this thing, yeh[1] couldn’t have called us earlier?” Phil groaned, looking out the window. “We’ve got Tech’s dogs ta[6] feed back home.”

“You cashing in your favor so soon?” Techno smiled eagerly, leaning in. “You calling it in?”

“What?” Dream smiled deviously. “For something this petty? No, I just figured you might want in on this. But if you want to head back to Inverness, that’s fine. I won’t stop you.”

“So, what’s the problem, mate?” Phil sighed.

“There’s a Legate in Gainesville, I’ve been tracking his legion’s movements for a while now, and he apparently hates making himself known,” Dream explained.

“You sure it’s not just an empath with a ton of spawnlings,” Techno rolled his eyes. “Everytime I go to find and fight one it’s always some empath hoarding their kids.”

“Positive, I wasn’t sure a couple weeks ago, which is why I didn’t waste your time with it before,” Dream dismissed cooly. “But he’s real, and this Legion has apparently been operating in Gainesville for the past twenty-five, thirty, years or so. The Entity hasn’t even seen him, he’s that secretive. His legion is apparently seven strong.”

Phil hummed in uncertainty but Techno was all smiles.

“We’re still heading back home, got some things ta[6] sort out, mate,” Phil gave Techno a look.

“Fine, I need to train anyways,” Techno huffed, a nasal growl in his voice. “Don’t wanna[9] be rusty.”

“That’s fair,” Dream stood up, taking a fair sized green box out of his pocket and giving it to. “You two know where to find me.”

“If you can get me some scents, I might bring some of my dogs over,” Techno promised.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Dream gave him a huge smile and put on his mask before walking off the train.

Another five minutes passed and the train started moving. Techno took his much needed rest, and Philza settled down with a book in his hands as they train bypassed the barrier from the conjoined city and into the UK proper where it rocketed towards Scotland. The stars in the night sky above.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Accessibility Translations:

1. you

2. Hardly fair. We should have gone to find Tommy. That would have been more fair, man.

3. shithead

4. shit

5. of

6. to

7. into

8. You’re

9. want to

[emybain]

i’m picking a random number here. 5 for nodrian.

i saiiiid i was going to focus more on young nova in the nova’s family lives AU bUT then i got this ask (Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips) and i couldnt NOT use it. after this though i promise to dive into a younger nova with her family, as that was my original intention for this AU. this is about a month following the last fic i wrote for the AU (after two certain people...keiss) and yes i kind of drew inspiration from the fight with Hawthorne in Archenemies bc im basic. enjoy! feedback is always appreciated, especially if you want to see more of my content:)

ao3

Nova’s first week back on patrol and the fates decided to screw her over. 

Her team had been patrolling from the rooftops of a busy area when she received a message from Sketch, requesting assistance in capturing criminals that had just performed an armed robbery. Of course he knew she was patrolling that day, as she had told him so a few days prior. Many blocks and a scuffle later, Nova found herself being dragged away from the edge of the bridge by Ramona, who was worried about a wound on Nova’s arm where a bullet had grazed her. The fight was over. The criminals escaped on a getaway boat. And Adrian...Adrian had chased after them, despite being told not to by the Council. And then he got himself thrown overboard after putting up a fight on the boat. There was no sign of him in the water, which was beginning to calm from the boat disrupting it. 

They hadn’t even been dating for a month yet, and Adrian had to go and get himself killed. 

“He’ll be fine.” Ramona led Nova over to a healer, who sat Nova down and immediately began addressing the injury, instructing her to unzip the top of her uniform and pull her arm out of the sleeve so they could get a better look. The pain from moving her arm was nothing compared to the fear pounding in her chest. “This is Adrian we’re talking about.”

“Can’t you go searching the water for him?” Nova begged, wincing slightly as the medic began roughly cleaning the wound. “If anyone can find him, it’s you.”

Ramona shook her head. “No can do, babe. Since you’re a dumbass and got yourself shot, I have to go give the briefing to the cleanup crew.” She began to walk away, but looked over her shoulder. “They’re already sending out people to look for him. He’ll show up, like he always does.”

Beside her, Adèle sat down. Benton crouched in front of her and took her free hand. 

“Someone’s upset over her boyfriend, is she not, mon ami?” Adèle shot a playful smile at Benton. Skies, Nova swore the two only got along when it was at her expense. 

“Oui, oui.” Benton grinned at Nova, who only glared back. “Oh, don’t give me that look, pouty pants. Ramona’s right. You’ve known your little boyfriend for years, and you’re trying to tell me that some water is going to take him out?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Nova lied, as she had been doing smoothly for the past month. “I’m just...worried about him. As a friend should be. That was a hard fall.” 

“Why so uptight all of a sudden?” Benton frowned. “You’ve never been this upset over him before. You know he always bounces back.”

“Benton is right, Nova.” Adèle laid a hand on Nova’s good arm. It was rare for her to show her affectionate side. Nova must’ve looked as though she was in really bad shape. “What is bothering you?”

Nova sighed and looked down. She knew it was only right to tell them the truth. They were her best friends, after all. But...not yet. Especially when there was a healer still mending Nova’s arm. “I’ll tell you guys later, okay?”

They gave her space after that, assessing their own injuries and getting supplies from the healers. Nova was handed a pair of sweatpants and a loose cotton tank after she was patched up. The injury was already beginning to heal itself with the added prodigy assistance. She ducked behind a curtain set up in the little tent and changed out of her bloodied uniform. Mom wouldn’t be too happy about cleaning this one. 

Why did Adrian have to go and do that? Nova was terrified for him. What if he was still in the water, stuck somehow and drowning? What if the boat hit him when he fell in and knocked him out? Frankly, she was frustrated with him as well. He was always doing shit like that, trying to make himself out as the hero. But, as Simon liked to say, there was no ‘I’ in hero. Adrian had a team, dammit, and she wished he would work with them instead of against them. Nova would never understand that side of him. He wasn’t an attention seeker, not in the slightest, so it wasn’t because he wanted recognition. And besides, his parents were some of the most famous people in the world, debatably. Adrian already got enough attention as it was, and he had expressed many times before how uncomfortable it made him. Nova understood that, of course, having grown up in the spotlight alongside him as Ace Anarchy’s niece. 

When she stepped out onto the street to examine the damage done to the bride, a shriek cut through the air. Her eyes landed on Ruby, who was now in shorts and a tank top, a bandage around her thigh. The girl ran across the bridge and nearly tackled a familiar looking boy that was drenched from head to toe. The rest of his team followed, although at a light jog, embracing their leader. Nova’s mouth fell open, and she suddenly couldn’t help herself. 

Clenching her jaw shut, she stormed up to him. He had the audacity to grin at her, opening his arms for a hug as his teammates stepped back to let her through. Instead, she shoved his chest. He fell back a little, probably more from the shock of her reaction than the impact. 

“You fucking idiot,” she said between her teeth. “What made you think it was smart to do that?”

“Nova,” he reached for her arm, but she stepped back, “I thought I could catch them, but I was wrong, okay?”

“You could’ve died.” Nova didn’t notice that they were starting to get looks from the prodigies and newscasters and journalists. “And for nothing. What if you drowned?”

“I can swim.” He took on a light hearted tone, as though the conversation was a joke. But it quickly dissipated, a softer voice replacing it, meant just for Nova. “Babe, I’m fine, okay? Only a few cuts and bruises.”

“Don’t call me that,” she muttered, getting closer to him again until their shoes were practically touching. Her head craned up to look at him. She sent every atom of her anger in his direction through her piercing eyes. “You’re an idiot, Adrian Everhart. Do that again and...and I’ll-”

“What?” he interrupted, tilting his head to the side. “You’ll do what?”

Damn her emotions. 

She jumped up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to her height. His hands immediately went to her back as she hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck. “I’m just glad you’re safe. Please don’t scare me like that again.”

He pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder, pulling her closer. “I won’t. I promise.”

Nova wanted to scold him on his stupidity more, and how he left his team behind, but she knew this wasn’t the time or place. She drew back enough to see his face. Her hand trailed over a cut on his cheek, another on his temple. He was dripping with water still. She tilted her head up, inviting his lips to come down onto hers. A warm feeling draped over her, as it always did when they kissed. It didn’t matter that they had done quite a bit of kissing in the month they had been together; every time his lips were on hers, it was like the first time. 

She sighed against him, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Her hand curled at the nape of his neck. She wanted him to know how much he worried her, how much he angered her, and how much she cared for him in this kiss. 

He broke away first, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against hers. For a moment, Nova let herself forget about his impulsiveness and just enjoy being in his arms. And then the moment ended with an awkward cough from her right. 

His team was staring at them with open mouths, along with nearly every person on that bridge. Nova’s cheeks brightened. Well, that was one way to announce they were a couple. She had been so caught up in her emotions and Adrian that she had literally forgotten where she was. Adrian seemed to have forgotten as well, based on the sheepish yet unashamed smile on his face.

“Told you,” Danna muttered, shouldering Oscar. “Pay up.” 

Adrian sighed loudly and took Nova’s hand as he pulled away from their embrace. He squeezed her palm. “This one’s going to be fun to explain, huh?”

Nova could only look around as people began going back to work. The press were only louder now than before, shouting at the two of them and taking pictures. Her team was headed over in their direction, the most stunned looks on their faces. Had the circumstances been different, their expressions would have almost been funny.

“Yeah. Real fun.”

[one-shot-plus-size]

From Sons of Anarchy to Mayans MC

Jax's sister must hide from the revenge of SAMCRO enemies, goes to Mayans MC Santo Padre. And he catches the eye of a la presidente.

Chapters 7/20

Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language. They will accept any attention and criticism :)

Part 6

Pov Olivia

- I may not know much about Mexican dishes, but I make great meat for the grill. - I was looking at Ezekiel sitting in the passenger seat.

- Interesting -  he rubbed his beard - we'll pick up the order from my father, maybe you can do the part your way and I'll do it my way. We will see what the boys will taste better.

- He accepts the challenge - I smiled widely.

We stopped in front of the store whose signboard proclaimed "Carniceria Reyes".

- Do you have a store? - I got out of the car.

- It is a pop store - he opened the door and let me in.

Behind the counter was a man with glasses, grey hair and a very tired face. Every wrinkle showed that this man has gone through a lot in life.

- Good morning - I smiled.

- Good morning - he smiled.

- Hi pop - Ezekiel went behind the counter to his father.

- This is Olivia, our new tenant in the clubhouse.

- Nice to meet you - he wiped his hands in the apron and came up to me.

- Nice to meet you too - I stretched out my hand.

Of course he ignored my hand and hugged me slightly.

- Felipe called me, I am too young to call you," he smiled.

Now I know from whom Ezekiel inherited a big and wide smile, and from whom Angel gained dark eyes.

- Bright - I nodded my head.

We took an order from the club, bought alcohol and a few other food items for lunch. We went back to the club, I started to prepare meat side by side with Ezekiel. Now I had a mission, I had a job that was taking me away from thinking about my family. I made such steaks as Chibs taught me. I was hoping that the boys would taste it and somehow we would break the first ice cream. After an hour we left the kitchen and went straight to the square in front of the building. There was a bonfire in the middle and a barbecue a bit further on. We approached Gilli, who apparently was responsible for the grate.

- My version of meat and its version of meat - said Ezekiel.

- Yoł - I heard Angel's voice - the ring is free.

He pointed his thumb behind him walking in my direction.

- How about our arranged sparring ? - He smiled slightly bending his head

- You know you don't have to, right? - Ezekiel leaned over to me.

- I know - I looked at him - but I have the impression that your brother needs someone to wipe his nose.

- It will be a flaw in his ego - he laughed.

- I like this plan - I smiled wide - in 10 minutes in the ring.

- Fucking time to fight - Hank roared standing a few steps away.

- You guys are like animals - I looked around.

- We are - Ezekiel nodded his head.

- You know you don't have to, right? - Bishop came up to me.

- Ezekiel already told me that - I looked at him - but your man would need to rub his nose.

- Although I like this idea, I'm still not entirely sure. He is almost two heads taller than you - he looked at Angela.

- Thanks to this slower - I slipped my shirt off my hips - Bishop will manage, will you help me wrap my hands?

- Sure - he nodded his head.

- I felt in my bones that your brother Ezekiel decided to fight today - I pulled the blue tape out of my pocket - and I have it with me.

Bishop grabbed my hands and wrapped them calmly. His hand skin was horny and rough but very warm. I raised my eyes and looked at his face, he was staring at my hands with an unpleasant face expression.

- Bish - I spoke quietly.

He raised his eyesight, looked into my eyes and smiled slightly.

- Don't worry, I can manage. - I let go of his eye.

- Never in my life has a woman ever beaten in this ring so I am not surprised that I am worried.

- Chibs taught me and I know how to fight. And if you hit me, you'll dress me up like this?

- Sure - he nodded his head.

- Well, I smiled.

- Come on, how long can you wait ? - Angel yelled.

I looked in his direction, he was standing in the ring in short shorts and without a shirt.

- He will try to distract you with his look - Bish finished wrapping my hand.

- He will not distract me - I twisted my head - I prefer older men.

I smile to Bishop by letting go of his eye.

- Ready to fail? - I set off for the ring.

He smiled only wide and moved around the ring. I breathed deeply, tied my hair in a bun and entered the ring.

- I will be gentle - he moved his fingers.

- Sure - I smiled - don't be shy.

He tried to take me by surprise, I dodged his punch.

Pov Bishop

I stared at the young one, until the very end I was not convinced about this crazy idea.

- Don't worry about Angela - Marcus laughed.

- I am worried about her - I was staring at her.

- Believe me, you have nothing at all - he pushed my shoulder.

I looked at him, he smiled fiercely.

- Throw it out because I can see that it's carrying you - I moaned.

- She caught your eye what ?

- What ? - I wrinkled my eyebrows.

- Oh, please, I saw your gaze.

- Shut up - I purr - not a word.

Marcus already wanted to say something, but Ez got in his way.

- Ouch - he said prospect.

I took a look at the ring, Olivia hit Angela's belly several times. She moved away from him, he leaned against her knees with his hands and breathed hard looking at her.

- It's only been a few minutes and you're getting off? - Olivia laughed.

We came closer to the ring, Angel was breathing all red. I was wondering whether from tiredness or anger. One move was enough to beat him, he moved on her like an angry bull. She pushed him away, he flew on the net. She turned quickly, hit him with her foot in the bend of the knee and knocked him to the ground. She sat on his hips, grabbed his hands and crushed him to the ground. She leaned over to him, whispered something in his ear, and he peeled off. I have never heard guys roar so loudly in their lives.

Pov Olivia

Angel was lying in the ring on his back and breathing hard, I sat under the net and tried to calm down.

- I pay tribute - he raised his head slightly and looked at me - respect.

- Oh please - I smiled slightly - you don't look like a man who would admit defeat.

- I wouldn't call it a defeat - I wouldn't nudge my finger.

- Sure, tell yourself that. - I got up and walked up to him.

I stretched out my hand to him.

- You're good, but you're too slow - I smiled - come on, get up.

He looked at me with curiosity for a while, but finally he grabbed her and pulled up.

- I'll take it as a compliment and the fact that you're flying at me - a devious smile appeared on his lips.

- Dream Angel - I patted him on the chest - I don't like young people, I prefer older and more experienced ones.

- Oh you don't even know what the tongue and fingers can do - he smile when he put his tongue out to me.

- Sure - I laughed and walked closer to it.

Our chest was in contact, I stared at his eyes as he licked his lips.

- Even if this tongue could work wonders with club whores, it would not be enough for me. He does not need a young man who is horny about anything that moves. I prefer mature men who care about their women.

- You don't know me - he twisted his head.

- Your reputation precedes you Reyes - I patted him on the chest.

He snorted under his nose and smiled a little. We both came down from the ring, everyone patted me on the back. Bishop and Marcus came up to me, I smiled a little and then I curled.

- You do not look so bad - Marcus was smiling from ear to ear.

- I let him recover - I pured.

- Bish leave us for a moment - Marcus patted him on the shoulder.

The president nodded his head and left to the boys. Marcus sat next to me and patted me on the knee.

- The sons are not here, you don't have to be like that. You don't have to demand from yourself not knowing what.

- How do you know that I was like that with the Sons?

- Olivia, I have eyes and I saw what was happening. You had to prove to them that you deserved to be with them, you were afraid that they would judge you. Those here, the Mayans are not like that. They won't judge you if your leg is rolled up. At the moment nobody thought you were hopeless because you let Angel hit you, they are happy because you won. These people here - he pointed out to everyone - they are happy because you beat one of them. You've rubbed his nose in it, be happy about it. I know it hurts that Jackson sent you away, but the longer you keep tearing it up, the more it will hurt. Use this time to be with them, meet them and have fun. Within reason, of course.

- Thanks to Marcus, I'm up, these words mean a lot to me.

- All right Chica, and now go let them embrace you a bit because you look like a mess.

I laughed and moved towards the club, Bishop was sitting on the stairs in front of the building.

- Could you take my face? - I smiled a little - I think he cut my lip.

- Sure - he got up - come on.

He stretched out his hand to me, I grabbed his hand and we went inside. His rough hand perfectly matched my much smaller one. I smiled under my nose and let myself be pulled to the back. I sat down on the table, Bish took out the first aid kit from the cabinet and stood between my legs. I could feel the warmth of his body, I closed my eyes when he started to bury by my lip. His fingers gently muscled my skin.

- Okay, finished - he breathed - he doesn't look bad. The wound on his mouth will probably hurt for some time.

I opened my eyes and only now I realized how close he was to me. I looked into his dark eyes, smiled gently. I closed when my lips roasted, his hand found my cheek.

- It is good that nothing happened to you - he breathed.

- I told you from the very beginning that I can fight - I raised my hand slightly and touched his beard with my fingers.

He smiled, closed his eyes and purr.

- Oh, I was surprised, did I find the weakness of el presidente?

- Just don't tell that gang - he pointed his thumb at the door behind us - because they won't let me live.

- I think that each of them has weak points, maybe even not knowing about them - I laughed a little.

My fingers were still scratching his beard, the door from the back opened with a bang.

- This food is jammed....- the noise has stopped.

I breathed, took my hand from Bishop's beard and looked over his shoulder at Angela. He was standing with a burger in his hand halfway to his mouth. The momentary shock was replaced by a wide smile.

- Shut up, Reyes, or I'll kick your ass a second time - I pushed el presidente away and slipped to the ground - what are you eating there?

I walked up to him, grabbed his burger and bit him. I covered my mouth with my hand, chewed the food and looked at Angel and then Bishop.

- It's even fucking better than I remembered - I moaned - he proposes to go back to the barbecue because I don't think there is much left.

I laughed and left the room, I heard Bishop threatening Angel before leaving.

Part 8

[oneweekoneband]

Scrambles

To me, at least, this is the big one. I originally listened to BTMI!’s discography in chronological order, but if I was trying to get someone into them right away, I would probably tell them to listen to Scrambles first. As a collection of great songs, as a coherent album, as a testament to what BTMI! could achieve, it’s my first pick by...well, not a long shot, considering I love a few of their other albums almost as much, but I will say that it always comes out on top in my rankings.

Of course, there’s a lot of personal bias here; Scrambles came to define my high school experience in part because of its regrettably-relatable lyrics that convey an all-consuming anxiety and frustration with the world around you. That might seem like a strange thing to experience nostalgia for, but for better or worse, that is exactly what it invokes for me.

It’s a cliché that high school is a stressful time – though I think people who say that tend to be thinking about the pressures of trying to “find yourself,” “fitting in,” gaining autonomy from parents, etc. I’m not saying that those things didn’t concern me, but for some reason my anxiety about the future was running something like a decade ahead of me. And so I found myself imagining a future in line with fears about what might happen if I followed Jeff down the path of “Stand There Until You’re Sober” – unable to move forward in life “’cause I can’t grow up.” The songs on Scrambles took this kind of stress one step further, and I found myself identifying with the chorus of the Springsteenian anti-anthem “Fresh Attitude, Young Body”: “If you don’t find a steady job now, / If you don’t find someone to love now, / Oh, you will die freezing cold and alone.”

Is that ridiculous, for a high school kid to be thinking that far ahead? I still don’t know. Capitalism puts an absurd amount of pressure on people to decide what they want to do with the rest of their lives from what feels like a young age, and I was facing a serious dilemma that a lot of musicians face: I wanted to try playing in a band for a living, but I also wanted to have some kind of stable future...and unfortunately, these two things rarely go hand-in-hand. So I worried a lot over whether I would be able to make the right choice for myself; would I move on with my life and get a job that I probably wouldn’t like, forever resenting the fact that I didn’t choose music? Or would I choose the music and watch my life fall apart because I wouldn’t be able to earn enough to gain any kind of independence, still living with my parents like the narrator of “25” (which is, by the way, one of BTMI!’s catchiest-ever songs) at 25 years old? Many of the songs on this album perfectly capture that tension, which I think extends beyond my own specific situation – anyone who’s felt the crushing pressure of a hegemonic system coming down around them, whispering threats of a future spent scrambling to catch up with their peers in their ears when they can’t sleep at night can probably relate to the lyrics of this side of Scrambles.

There’s the personal angle, but then there’s a social/political one (which wasn’t entirely without personal meaning to me – but I’ll get to that in time). “9/11 Fever” mocks the ultra-patriotism-turnted-opportunistic-exploitation that so many American engage in for the anniversary of the terrorist attack. And while that’s the most overtly political song on the album, plenty more go for the throat on issues in the politics of the punk scene. “Stuff That I Like” rides a killer riff as Jeff skewers the “fucking cocaine parties” that “fucking freak him out” (another gem later on: “I gotta take a piss in the cocaine room, / What is this? The line for lines? / It’s a long line for lines.”), as well as the “booming bass and the shitty DJs” of the clubs. The song ends with a condemnation of the limited possibilities of “going out” to “have fun”: “The gates rise up like / ‘What’s up? You’re in prison, confined by alcoholism / And lack of better decisions for having fun on the weekends.’” “Gang Of Four Meets The Stooges (But Boring)” attacks bands that purport to be on the “cutting edge” but have no respect for the other bands they share a bill with.

Best of all is “(Shut) Up The Punx!!!”, a mile-a-minute monologue from Jeff on the fucked up “holier-/hipper-than-thou” attitudes that make the punk scene look bad from the outside set to one of the band’s most frantic ska-punk freak-outs. The lyricism in this song is really on another level – take just the second line in: “When we all march to the beat of the same different drummer, / The steps start to come off like clockwork.” And for all this wordiness, Jeff somehow manages to make the phrasing fit rhythmically into the song, using the intensity of the music to emphasize key parts, eg. the swelling of horns leading into the descending breakdown that matches “I’d rather be vomiting and I despise vomiting and BLECH!” The chorus sums it up: “This non-conformity feels like conformity, / Why should anyone believe in our community? / This organization doesn’t feel like anarchy ‘cause / We’re suiting up to have the same identity.”

My love for this song is intimately connected with my feelings on the state of punk rock circa my time in high school (and the first couple years afterwards). Jeff mentions in the notes on Quote Unquote that this song is about “a very small portion” of the punk community that he’s met, and I believe him, but to this kid who spent his adolescence stuck in the Canadian capital Ottawa, an unsurprisingly hostile environment to the development of a healthy punk rock scene, it feels like this song was about every second band I’d heard of. The too-cool-to-care hipsterism of the early 2010s was in full swing at that point, and many kids I knew had fallen into that attitude. And the musical tastes and scenes followed suite. There was a bizarre amount of implicit pressure to identify a band with a specific sound or scene, adopt a particular fashion sense or way of performing that played to audience expectations within a certain genre. But in spite of all this, I felt like I couldn’t just sit and stay angry about it; the dismal state of affairs was also a cry for help, a call to action to change the way things were. That’s why I love the fact that “(Shut) Up The Punx!!!” is more than just a stream-of-thought criticism – the lyrics were inspiring to someone like me who felt disillusioned with the very scene they aspired to be a part of: “Smile big, hug bigger, talk big, act bigger, / Stop judging do something, shut the fuck up do something!”

There’s the personal anxiety angle, and there’s the sociopolitical angle, but some of the best songs on Scrambles just do a great job of capturing specific feelings. The lilting “Wednesday Night Drinkball” (which feels a bit like a sequel to “Stand There Until You’re Sober” both musically and lyrically) starts with a great example of this: “There’s nothing less fun than being exhausted / From hours of not doing a damn thing at all.” “Saddr, Weirdr” is a reflection on the loneliness of moving, which, while packed full of wacky percussive noises and bells, also contains a rather poignant observation that always gets me: “I just threw out another gift, / I know it had a bit of thought but / Mary we won’t talk soon, / I have no use for Crocs now, / And I have no use for gifts.”

“Sort Of Like Being Pumped” closes out the album by putting one of those feelings that can be hard to describe into words. On a quiet, muted guitar accompanied by a rather beautiful (if you can believe it) banjo riff that phases in and out of the mix, Jeff describes one particular moment at the end of a workday when he watched the sunset from the train home. In addition to the simple but important sentiment conveyed about appreciating brief moments of happiness, the song also once again demonstrates Jeff’s knack for the killer phrase, the one line you can repeat until exhaustion: accompanied first by Laura Stevenson’s harmonies, then exploding without warning into a blistering punk outro, we hear over and over again the chorus that stresses that one brilliant instant, a seemingly never-ending build-up to the climax as if Jeff is trying to drag it out as long as possible, maybe make it last forever: “When I saw / When I saw / When I saw / When I saw / When I saw / THE SUNSET!”

[barrendome]

the 2b2t survival guide

are you planning to play on 2b2t? have you been playing but can’t seem to get out of spawn? or have you been waiting 12 hours in queue to no avail?

in that case, have i got some stuff for you! heres a handy guide about how to actually play, and some tips to help along the way!

step one: preparing

you can just hop right in and go, but it is smart to know a bit beforehand.

know what you're getting into. the server has no rules to it, so you just have to expect a fuckton of disgusting shit, slurs, etc. just kinda accept that, and ignore it.

get a hacked client. sure, you can play on vanilla, but doing that will make your life harder. the best client to use is impact, but if you really need to you can download wurst instead.

make a plan. although this is optional, its smart to do. you can just wing it if you wanna, but it’s helpful to have a goal for what you wanna do in the server.

step two: queue

queue is basically inevitable, but there are a few things you can do to make the wait less painful!

decide if you want priority. priority queue is a godsend, it takes 30 min at MOST to join the server! but on the other hand, its 20 dollars per month. if you’re planning on playing for a long time and dedicating lots of time to playing? get priority. if you just wanna check the server out? don’t worry about buying it.

join when nobody else would. the best times i’ve found are near 1-3am, or on a weekday in early mornings. you’ll still have to wait hours, but not as long as you would otherwise.

pray for a server restart. when it restarts, turn on auto-reconnect (if you have that) or just keep on trying to connect. you’ll get onto the server extremely quick if you’re able to join right after a restart.

do something else. multitasking is the best way to wait. leave queue running in the background and check on it whenever you can, but fill your time with other stuff. i usually draw or watch videos when waiting!

step three: common sense

you gotta use normal common sense, but also server-unique common sense.

remember: there are no rules. people are going to kill you. people are going to grief you. people are going to say gross shit. the worst kinds of people are here on the server, you have to accept that.

what you build is gonna go. no matter how nice it looks, how far out it is, how tiny it is, whatever. its how 2b2t works. when you build, you have to remember that its going to get destroyed one day.

you aren’t safe. no matter how far away you are, or how nice that one person is. don’t get lulled into feeling secure, stay on edge. better safe than sorry.

enderchests are your friend. you’re definitely gonna die, several times, so keep any important things in your enderchest. for more space, put everything into shulker boxes and store the boxes in your enderchest. this is why silk touch pickaxes are something you’ll need: because your enderchest is the only safe place for your items.

signs are the best communication. carry a sign with you, and read all the signs you find. its not important, but its fun to read what people write, and its nice to make your own mark on the world with just a simple sign.

don’t trust anyone. or at least, be cautious of everyone. if you run into someone, expect deaths, and be cautious even if they give you stuff.

you aren’t special. oh, so you watched a bunch of fit videos and know everything about the server? no you don’t, shut up. you’re gonna spam things in chat and grief a bunch of builds to become a notable player? you’re gonna become a minor annoyance, shut up. you read this guide and now know how to become the best 2b2t player ever? my guide is shit, shut up.

everyone hates new players. don’t openly say you’re new. just stick to yourself for the first while of joining.

step four: chat

so you’ve joined, and you connect to see.. the constant spam of chat.

hide the chat. go into settings, and turn chat off. usually chat isn’t worth looking at, except for warning about server restarts. if you wanna keep chat on, just turn down the opacity.

use /ignore. theres bots constantly flooding the chat, so if you wanna keep chat on, spend time quickly ignoring all the bots.

don’t ask for help. you do not wanna let everybody know you’re new, and if you don’t get ignored, people will send gross shit or fake help instead.

if you have a question, ask google. like the point above, asking for help isn’t a good option. search stuff up on google or the 2b2t subreddit before asking chat. and try not to ask obvious questions either.

don’t get into arguments. don’t rile people up or argue, its kinda risky, and again some bad shit will get sent your way. its really not worth it. if you get angry at some gross shit people are saying, just /ignore them, because fighting them will make you just a laughing stock.

step five: escaping spawn

i know what you’re thinking, “tumblr user barrendome! stop rambling and just tell me how to actually PLAY now!”, and yeah yeah, okay, i will.

turn your hacks on. what i’d suggest is turning on storage esp, player esp/tracers, search (search for blocks like melons, crops, wood, etc), and things like that. also keep xray and freecam ready, and make sure you set keybinds for those.

collect, store, die, repeat. i never did this, but my boyfriend did, and it worked incredibly well. he would collect as many resources as he could, store them in an enderchest whenever he saw one, and then either die of hunger or something else. he’d repeat this process until he had enough stuff in his enderchest to get him out of spawn.

save your hunger bar. try not to run, and try not to jump. its hard, but its important. most deaths are from hunger in the first while of playing, so just try not to get hungry. for this exact reason, the main thing you’re looking for is food.

don’t go into the nether right away. spawn nether is impossible to get out of, so travel on the overworld for about 2000 blocks, and then its safe(ish) to go into the nether.

20000 blocks is the safer zone, but its still spawn territory. outside of 50000 blocks is when id consider making a base if you really need to, but try to go much farther if you can. 

step six: just outside of spawn

so you’re out of the major spawn area... now what?

find food, farm food. get as much food as you can, thats the most important thing to do at this moment. make sure you have as much food as you could need, and store some in your enderchest.

make a temporary base. you can make a small house, a hole, or even just a dirt hut. just make sure you have a place to store all your extra stuff, and a place to stay for now. (sidenote, don’t put a nether portal right beside your house.)

find a bed. later on, beds aren’t a big deal, but at first they definitely are. try to find or make a bed, and set your spawn somewhere. i’d suggest hiding the bed somewhere near your temporary base, but don’t make it visible.

get geared up. use your xray and get some diamonds, look through dungeons for enchanted books, make yourself tools, etc. its best to get what you need now that you’re out of spawn.

go fishing. you can get food, enchanted books, xp, etc. going fishing is actually super useful. the autofish hack is your friend right now. but don’t go afk when fishing, you can get kicked for it.

remember the nether highway myth. if you have almost nothing, and are travelling on the nether highways, there’s a good chance a high-level player could stumble upon you, take pity, and give you stuff. remember not to trust anyone right away, they could still end up killing you. but there is still a chance that being on the highways could get you everything youd ever need. again, though, make sure to put everything in your enderchest!

step seven: planning and playing.

im ready! ..what do i do now?

make a goal if you haven’t already. if you wanna be a nomad? plan where you’re gonna wander. if you’re gonna make a huge base? plan where to build it and go out there. if you’re gonna go visit monuments? figure out which ones and their coordinates, and start walking. gonna join a group? figure out which one would be safe and fun to join, and try to get in.

get as far from spawn as possible. unless you wanna stay near spawn, try and get 100,000 blocks away or further. and if you really wanna keep a base intact, don’t stay near any of the major highways.

have fun! as rough this server can be to play on, theres a lot of cool stuff you can find, and its important to find joy in the chaos.

and that’s all for now!

i may have forgotten things, so feel free to send me anything i missed! but i hope that everything i was able to write down will be enough to help anybody that wants to join 2b2t.org, the oldest anarchy server on minecraft!

[ayarnofpearls]

Nolanverse Crane X Reader

Since I couldn't make a whole fic out of this scenario I'll put it down here. I just love me some Nolanverse Crane. This got weirdly fun. 

 For Jons plans work he needs complete access to the basement, for the most part no one goes down there except for the file wrangler (that's you).

 You manage the patient files for the entire asylum, you spend your days down there, near the 'cage' the nickname of the archives room. It's situated behind a locked door, full of filing cabinets to the ceiling. Most people call or email you the requests for files, you work alone because the current patient files are all digital. If you turned right from the elevator that's your office, to the left is where eventually the water pipe is dug up. Jon knows he needs to secure your cooperation. One way or another. 

When you hear the esteemed Doctor Crane knock on your squeaky door you aren't suspicious. It's rare that people come down to your drafty office but not unheard of. You take his list of files he wants and lead him back to the cage. 

 With Jon it's all about the mind games. He needs to establish his superiority in every relationship he has, after all he *is* the smartest man in every room. Plenty of people have tried to bully him and they all need to know their places. 

You ask him to hold the ladder as you book it on up for the files on the tip top of the cabinets that he requested. Bad move. He holds you hostage up there, shaking the ladder until you cooperate. He knew the names on the files would send you high up. 

You have to deal with his visits after that. He speaks to you like you are both a fool and yet worth his time distracting. He spends a few hours in the morning sitting across from your desk and ancient computer, talking about nothing but also he has a undercurrent of threatening. What he's waiting for is you to prove he should just remove you from this whole situation, but the fall out might be a even bigger pain in his ass. Still he studies you.  

His attempts to undermined your self esteem is almost cute, sure you are in a shitty situation but you play it cool. You evaluate things, as it stands no one would believe you, you know is a matter of staying level headed.

He can respect that. You aren't designed for these unsavory dealings. Eventually the prisoners start digging and you find yourself having to run past them, purposely pushing out any chatter they have. If things go south you know it's going to include you. The guards with guns and the chatter leave you unsettled and still, Jon shows up acting like nothing is weird.

 The strange intimidation tactics that Jon uses on you eventually just pisses you off, before he can even show up, you head to his office. You notice his office is lacking any personalization. Your office in contrast is covered in sentimental items. It unsettles you. Adding to your anger as you tell him that he doesn't need to play these games. You know you're screwed so just stop dicking you around. You think he's gonna loose his mind, but he takes it well. Raised eyebrows and a curt dismissal. He has even more respect for you after that. 

There's a incident, you hear yelling and you run out, one of the workers got a chemical burn and you quickly apply first aide. You get thank yous from some of the other inmates (co conspirators really) and from the masked guards. 

The first time you think he flirts is when he brings you a rabbit toy. "Left over from our plans, you seem the type to enjoy it." You end up putting the toy with your small collection. Toys that represent your graduation, a party for a niece and other such moments, you should throw it away but you allow it. You try not to think that his weird eye shift meant anything. 

The next day one of the guards gives you blue flowers as thank you. Jon arrives later and is extremely uncomfortable. You keep things neutral, you notice when his eyes look back at the flowers. 

"Be careful what weeds you keep around." 

He's not angry, angry leads to carelessness. The league sent those guards to watch him and oversee the progress of accessing the water line, if they want to waste time giving you, a no body their flowers it was none of his concern. But of course it was, he spots you hanging the blooms to dry out, the point at which they could be ground up to create hallucinations. You keep them around on purpose to test his reactions. They disappear one day and you can't help but pin it on him. The one thought that keeps coming back is that he is jealous. Or trying to push your boundaries, but nothing else was touched or moved.

 He disappears for a while, court dates, increased patient load, he had gotten to be an expected part of your life but you can't dwell. You immediately figure one of the guards is watching for you to step out of line.

 In cases of emergency you are to hide in the cage, lock it from the inside and wait for the all clear. You get shoved into the cage and Jon takes your key. When you get freed, a police officer, you can't possibly know it's a undercover league member. You go home and only after it all do you get a full picture, the narrows turns into a war zone and you watch it on tv. In the early dawn you find him on your balcony, beat up to hell. Why he came to you was confusing until he started muttering, small parts of things you've said before to him during your meetings. You leave him on your couch.

 You think over the way things have been reversed.. You went from vulnerable to in control and you find yourself waiting. When he finally gets his wits back you pretend things are totally fine making chit chat with him.  Once again you find yourself having to assess the situation, to evaluate the danger you are in.

 "Why'd you come here?"  "Our little talks are a comfort, in a very uncomfortable world." 

Any sense of vulnerability is an illusion, at least that's what he wants you to think. His eyes have always been a traitor to his thoughts. He takes off, and you over think the legality of housing a wanted criminal. Of how in your home he had become a familiar shadow. 

He's on the news every now and then and out of the blue he shows up, more like he was at the asylum. Confident, but now he doesn't pretend at being a polite member of society and seems to lack a filter now. 

"Why aren't you more afraid of me, I could kill you, you know."  "Yes, but you love the company too much to do that." 

By the time Bane shows up you think you've gone slightly mad. You listen to him complain about Batman and you try to pinpoint the moment that this started making sense.

 It's a dance of thoughts, you wouldn't say of brilliant minds or of wits, but of mutually obtuse ramblings. He’ll go silent and just watch you, and you refuse to be intimidated and pretend he isn’t staring. Maybe he’s waiting for you to toss him out. Call the police or something. Which you don’t. For his part he might have new odd habits but for all his delighted speeches about fear and control he hasn’t actually earned your fear. He’s odd and benign. You suppose that’s some kind of affection from him. 

 Before total immoral anarchy takes the streets of Gotham you go with him, the chaos that follows amuses him endlessly. You should fight it, argue about the morals and ethics of it all but you find yourself thinking you need his protection. He’s happy to give it. Are you trapped? Did you walk into this by not turning him in? 

You decide you like his company, this strange mutual companionship. The world might end but you can at least snark the master of fear.