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lovemollywho · 4 years

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Thoughts of the Past - Reimagined

Alright fair warning, this is a lot more angsty (?) than the other chapters, and I am not sorry about it.

CW: Angst...like I’m not kidding this hurt to write

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When Lorcan walked into the gallery with Aelin and Rowan he was greeted by a friendly staff member who directed him how the show should be viewed. She handed all three of them a pamphlet that contained the artwork and prices for the pieces that were for sale, mentioning that the proceeds tonight benefited public schools in the area keep their art programs. Aelin thanked the staff member and whispered something to Rowan who nodded before she slipped away.

“Aelin is going to look for Elide, do you want to come with us or…?”

“No,” Lorcan responded. “I’m gonna look at the pieces that Elide did. I should,” he cleared his throat, “I should appreciate them, I mean her,” he sighed, “I mean the art.”

Rowan chuckled slightly as his friends' nervousness, nodded and followed after Aelin. Lorcan nodded at the staff member and followed a couple of people who were walking into the first part of Elide’s show and stopped.

All the air that he had left his body.

The first portrait he saw was of him. It was of him sitting on a curb, elbows braced on knees, a lit cigarette in one hand and a bottle of Jack in the other. His hair was windblown around his face and he was smiling.

He got closer to the painting and looked at the label, First Smile, Oil, and Acrylic on Canvas, 18 x 24, Elide Lochan.

Lorcan looked at the painting closely, there were some parts of the painting that were blurred or out of focus - his eyes, for instance, were squinted from the smile on his face but were painted in a way that looked like they were painted over. The main focus was his smile though, everything from the cigarette that was placed in his hand near his mouth, to certain windblown strands of his hair. But the title. First smile?

This portrait reminded him or so many days spent with Elide or even Rowan that he couldn’t pinpoint where or when this portrait was supposed to take place. He decided to move forward and was confused by a banner reading ‘Once upon a time’. Looking at the pamphlet that the staff member had given him he found that the exhibit was split into five parts that told an overall story.

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“Ellie, wait please.” Aelin followed Elide into the bathroom that was near the bar. “You just said that you wished he was here.”

Elide was pacing in front of the sinks, “I know what I said,” she moved to take her hair out of a ponytail and into a bun before remembering that her hair was styled so she did the next best thing - she washed her hands….furiously.

“I said it in a way that any person wishes to stumble across their ex to show off that they are doing really well without them.”

“Well that’s definitely the case here.” Aelin sighed handing her a couple of paper towels to dry off her hands.

“I don’t think,” Elide sighed, balling up the paper towels and throwing them away, “I don’t know if I want to talk to him.”

Aelin walked over to the settee couch that was placed in the bathroom for the exact reason of having secret, deep, or meaningful conversations. “Listen,” she said patting the spot next to her, “I am on your side no matter what, I need you to understand that. Okay?” Elide sighed and sat next to Aelin. “I’m not going to like what comes out of your mouth, am I?” She asked crossing her arms. Aelin huffed a laugh, “Probably not, but you need to hear it anyway.” Elide took a deep breath and motioned for Aelin to continue.

“Lorcan and I were never destined to be friends.” Elide’s head shot up to Aelin’s face. “I have never met anyone that was objectively more of a pain in the ass than I could be on any given day. He is moody as hell, standoffish, and he’s about as nice as a carnivorous plant.” Elide opened her mouth to say something but Aelin held up a finger telling her to wait.

“Still, I could see the way he looked at you and knew that if anyone could help smooth the edges of his soul it would be you.”

Elide lifted her face and began to try to blink back tears. Still looking at the ceiling she responded. “It is not my job to fix him.” The words came out sharper than she had intended especially because she knew that Aelin’s words were coming from a good place. Aelin’s hand took hers. “I know that. That wasn’t what I was trying to say. I only meant that...” Aelin sighed. “There is something that I’m not supposed to tell you. In fact, I don’t think I’m even supposed to know but Rowan told me and even if I can stand Lorcan now, doesn’t mean I have that much loyalty to him.” Elide brought her index finger to gently dab under her eye, careful not to ruin her makeup. Aelin stood up and grabbed the box of tissues next to the sink before sitting down again.

“What is it?” Elide asked.

And then Aelin explained that for the past month and a half since Elide had left, Lorcan had been going to AA meetings with Rowan and with the couple’s help was not only going to therapy but also had quit his in cybersecurity and gotten a new one working in software engineering, finally accepting Rowan’s offer to put his degree to work. That not only was he and Rowan finally working together after all this time but that they were developing a program that would help the families in Terrasen easily find resources to help them within their communities anonymously so that they didn’t have to worry about seeming weak or being judged.

“I don’t...understand.” Elide said slowly once Aelin was done talking. “I mean it’s not like I didn’t know that Lorcan was capable of doing amazing things but I just don’t understand why now.” Elide grabbed another tissue and blew her nose.

“I think he’s just trying to show you that he’s changed...or I guess changing would be a better way to describe it.”

“He hasn’t called me once A. The only time I’ve talked to him was when I asked to meet him so he could sign the disclosure release.”

“I don’t have all the answers El. Talk to him, don’t talk to him. You broke up with him for a reason, and if you decide to ignore him for the rest of the night that’s is 100% complete valid, Ro and I will keep him away from you. However, if there is just some tiny part of you that doubts or second guesses whether or not you made the right decision in leaving, take this chance to make sure.” Aelin handed Elide the small clutch she came in with. “Inside are wet wipes, mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss. Fix yourself up, I’m going to look at your art.” Aelin stood up and checked herself in the mirror.

“This is your night babe, you’re a badass with a great ass.” Aelin winked at Elide who let out a small laugh before heading out of the bathroom.

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Lorcan may not have known much about art but he knew the story that was being told. It was his story, seen through Elide’s eyes and admired by the random strangers who were here. He heard some people discussing how this was not only an impressive collection of work but also a change of pace from her usual pieces, combining a variety of mixed media with paintings. Lorcan kept his ears open for remarks made about the pieces if only so he could understand and mimic key phrases that the people around him used, but it was hard when he knew the story behind Elide’s art and not just a theory of what it was about.

Five sections; The Beginning, The Sex, The Love, The Pain, The Future.

Walking through The Beginning was like a blast from the past. Every bit was a memory or story that he had experienced with Elide. Four 16x40 inch black canvases had bubbles blowing through each, and while you couldn’t tell who was blowing the bubbles, Lorcan knew that it was Elide’s hand. Hidden within the bubbles were little clues about their relationship, so minuscule that no one but him knew. They would just see a Farris Wheel, a teddy bear, a popcorn container, and a rocking chair.

“There seems to be a reoccurring theme of security in each of these pieces, don’t’ you think?” Lorcan overheard a couple talking.

“I was thinking the same thing, like this piece over here with the lightbulbs, and how each time someone gets close to it they turn on. Like that’s such great imagery to being safe. Parents turning on a night light during bedtime, coming home from a long day and the lights are on because your significant partner is already inside. Or even the painting that used gum wrappers, is reminiscent of childhood.” The couple began to walk down to look at other pieces and Lorcan couldn’t help but follow them with their eyes. Was that how Elide saw him? As something safe to come home to at the end of the day? There were times at the beginning of their relationship when she said she would rather be with him than go home. When they first met he knew that she had just moved out of her Uncle’s house. Aelin always got a dark look in her eyes whenever Vernon was mentioned but Elide had never said anything….and like an idiot he had never asked.

He continued walking.

The next part of the exhibit - The Sex, was a much different layout. The lights were dim to highlight the use of neon lights and blacklight paints. The pieces in this part of the collection were bigger and took up more space but there was a rhythm here that could be felt. The paintings are more obscure and vague here, less of the innocence that was seen in the beginning, but if this was still following his and Elide’s relationship - as he was now finally figuring it was, the sex had never been the problem in their relationship. They could always find each other in bed...or the couch...or the kitchen island...or...well you get the point. Words and feelings that he could never say allowed were whispered onto her skin in breathy moans or grunts. The way he would breathe out praises to the Gods when she was on her knees before him. Lorcan shook out the thoughts and continued past this collection, trying to block out the fact that Elide had basically put their sex life on display even if he was the only one who knew.

The Love was a much brighter place, golds and yellows blended with pinks and lilac colors. There were symbols of holiness and domesticity in portraits. But as Lorcan moved through the collection he saw blackness creeping in. At first, it was small, used only for details or outlining, but as he walked, it started to grow in shadows and on the edges, starting to look like mistakes or spilled ink. Lorcan could feel his heart beginning to race and then he was moving past a heavy, thick black curtain into a pitch-black room. He could vaguely make out the other people in the room with him who were standing - and listening.

Overhead, playing on unseen speakers, was a couple fighting. Not just any couple - him and Elide.

“I’ve only had like one drink.” He heard himself slur. Elide huffed out a laugh. “One? Try again, there are four bottles lying next to you.”

“They were all basically empty, I don’t even know why you’re upset.”

“You were supposed to meet me at the restaurant!” Elide said. Her voice sounded tight, she wasn’t yelling at him - that was something that Lorcan was remembering, she never really yelled at him.

“I didn’t want to go! They all would have judged me anyway, I had a long day, and if I wanted a drink then I was going to have one in the comfort of my own home.”

“Who would have judged you? No one would have judged you, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Then the audio changed. Eldie was crying on the phone. “I just don’t know what to do, I keep trying to talk to him but it’s like he doesn’t even see me anymore. I come home and he doesn’t even respond when I say hello.” She sniffed. “Every time I try to talk to him we always get into a fight, I’m so...I’m so tired of fighting with him. I’m just so….so tired. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“I just don’t get it,” Aelin’s voice filtered through, “...says he’s the most loyal person that he knows.” The audio cut off Rowan’s name, but Lorcan knew. “Listen, why don’t you come and stay with us a couple of days?”

It got quiet in the room and Lorcan heard some people leaving. After a while, the audio started up again. The argument was different this time, but it ended with Lorcan dismissing Elide and her accusations and her walking away or crying. Some of the audio was done journal entry style, where she explained her thoughts and fears, of how every time they got into a fight she felt like she wasn’t what Lorcan wanted or how she felt he didn’t love her anymore. Some of the audio was them making up, him apologizing, and her saying that it was okay. That she understood. That she loved him, of course, she loved him. Him promising that it was going to be better - that he was going to be better. And then another fight would happen.

She never used his name though. He knew it was on purpose, that despite having him sign a disclosure, he knew that he wanted everyone to feel the experience with her, and by adding names it took the audience out of that experience, it was why even Rowan’s name was censored out. He stood in that room for a while, listening to the fights that had been recorded over and over, hearing them sober and knowing just how deeply he fucked up. He knew now why Elide hadn’t accepted his apology at the coffee shop, understood that he had already apologized and that it hadn’t changed anything.

He finally walked out of The Pain section, although a part of him had just wanted to stay in there and torment himself.

At first, Lorcan thought that he had finished the exhibit, before remembering that there was one final part, The Future. There were blank canvases on the wall, and Lorcan could feel Elide’s emotion with each one he passed. The uncertainty, the fear of the unknown, the lack of assurance and confidence. Everything that he had ever felt throughout their relationship, he was beginning to understand that she felt too.

Stupid, idiot, asshole.

He was so blinded by his own insecurities that he didn’t even think about Elide’s. She had always been there for him, but he had never been there for her. Not in the way that it mattered. There was one final piece on the wall, he could hear the chatter of polite conversation around the corner, where he knew he would find food and drinks for the people who came tonight. It was a wall covered in pictures and painted over. Some like Aelin’s and Manon’s were untouched by paint. Others like Fenrys and Rowan had almost little to none and some were completely painted over in black, in the center was a plain canvas like the ones leading up to this, but the one that Lorcan couldn’t take his eyes off of was the one of his face.

It wasn’t completely painted over, but it had more paint on it than others. The picture was blurry and convoluted, the paint on outlining his face. As if Elide had wanted to keep the picture but wanted to symbolize that she was unsure of whether or not to let him go completely.

And that gave him hope. He couldn’t stop staring at the picture. He didn’t know how long he had been standing there but he saw Rowan appear in his peripheral.

“What are you thinking?” His friend asked.

Lorcan released a long breath. “That I never deserved her, and that I’m an ass for putting her through everything.” Lorcan started to fidget with the ribbon hair tie on his wrist. “I messed up so bad Rowan. I will never be able to make this up to her. It would be better if I just left her alone.” Rowan placed a hand on Lorcan’s shoulder.

“The main goal tonight wasn’t to have her get back with you. In fact, the main goal tonight wasn’t for you to even talk to her, not really. It was to step up and offer the silent support that she needed from you. You two could never talk again, but you coming to her show tonight is going to mean a lot to her regardless of how much you fucked up.”

“What if I only made her hate me more?” Lorcan asked.

“Then she’s entitled to her feelings. You cannot tell her what to feel, but just make sure that the next time she talks, you listen.” Lorcan nodded, still looking at the final artwork.

“I’m gonna get a soda, do you want one?” Lorcan shook his head, and continued to stare. A couple of moments later he felt a presence coming up to him.

“Actually, I do want that drink.” Lorcan said.

“Aelin said you weren’t drinking anymore.” The voice responded. Lorcan stiffened and turned to look at Elide who was staring at him with hesitancy in her eyes.

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chibipika · 4 years

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3, 4, 20! :D

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

Alright, so we all know that I want to write the AU of chapter 19 where Jade gets killed in front of Starr, but I wouldn’t say that that needs much context. I could pretty much jump right in, the only problem is… it’s just legit really hard to write. ^^; It’s just such a sheer level of guilt and self-loathing far beyond anything I’ve ever written. Maybe the experience of roleplaying Starr in Blacklight will help me get to a level where I know how to tackle it, because I really, really want to be able to.

Miscellaneous other scenes that I want to write that do require me to work out some annoying context include:

Sebastian meeting with Giovanni and demanding the position of commander.

Sebastian catching Latios (possibly will be included in a Chapter 65 extra.)

Confrontation between Starr and Ajia prior to the revolt.

Jade/Ajia/Starr pre-story friendshipping. I’m just really bad at slice-of-life and can’t think of how to make the daily lives of ordinary elementary schoolers all that interesting. :T

Chibi/Razors friendshipping. This is the epitome of “requires annoying context” because in order to write this, I’d have to figure out a lot of details for like, how the experiments were raised and trained, what experiences they had, where they were contained, etc. Everything I’ve come up with has some manner of logistical issues. ><

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

Right now my favorite sequences in LC are the dream sequences in chapters 46 and 47. Unfortunately, I can’t talk about why I like them because every sentence has the highest- spoiler-density possible. I’ll just say that I was really particular with the symbolism there.

Other than that, I’d definitely say that this paragraph from chapter 36 is way up there:

A blindingly bright flash of light shattered my field of view as a wave of psychic energy shot through my entire being. I was ripped apart, flipped inside-out, put back together, and then shredded once more, over and over into infinity. What felt like white-hot metal coursed through my veins, dissolving any and all sensations in a spiraling vortex of pain. And then my brain split open, unleashing a torrent of images from the past year. All of my panic, all of my uncertainty, every hesitation I’d ever felt from the moment the fight began suddenly bombarded my mind simultaneously, fighting for dominance.

In general, I really enjoy coming up with weird ways of describing inner turmoil, and I think that’s the main place where my descriptions could be considered decent.

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

Man, it’s hard to think of something I haven’t already rambled at length about, either here or on Thousand Roads. And by definition, I can’t point out all the clues that I want to...

In particular, I have an annoying tendency to hide clues in would-be errors, which usually manifests as (a) a character conspicuously refraining from doing something they should obviously do, or (b) a character doing or knowing something that shouldn’t be possible. I sure do love using that as a way to tip off readers, huh. Only problem is, if I haven’t yet earned a reader’s trust, they’re likely to just be like “ok but why did that happen.” It also means I have to be really careful to not have accidental inconsistencies.

As for recent hints... it’s probably pretty obvious that I enjoy dropping mentions that the psychic connection the chosen and patrons share is definitely totes psychic everyone. :V

Hmm, as far as anything else I’ve needed an excuse to ramble about...

So I’ve made the joke a few times that I’ve stumbled my way into writing Jade and Starr as moirails, and I very much want everyone to enjoy this as much as I do. For everyone who’s not Homestuck trash (I'm not even! I just absorbed it through osmosis!) that term refers to a close platonic bond between two individuals, one hot-tempered and the other even-tempered, wherein the latter watches over the former and keeps them in line. This will become more apparent during the checkmate arc of LC (chapters 55-59) and I’m very much looking forward to it.

A preview:

I grabbed her arm. “Ohhkay, let’s just… let’s just sit over here,” I said, tugging her over toward a couple of office chairs. Starting a brawl in the middle of an office was not going to look good on us.

“God, it would be easy to break his nose,” Starr muttered under her breath.

“I’m sure it would,” I said dully. “Which is exactly why we’re not doing that.”

I just really want people to care about these two. ;-;

[Here’s the ask meme if anyone else wants to throw me any!]

#antialiasis #writing #ask meme #LC

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skvaderarts · 4 years

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Hallows Eve Happenings

Here’s a fun little Halloween Oneshot for you! Happy Spooky Day!

The AO3 Version can be found right here.

The girls had simply insisted on having a Halloween party for once, a sentiment that had largely been rebuffed with a smile and a laugh by Dante. Or at least that was until Nero had turned up with Kyrie stating that she thought it would be a fun and festive opportunity to try and socialize Vergil. During his extended stay in the underworld, the elder twin had developed the temperament of a feral cat, albeit a very well kept one with impossibly high standards of place and person. Kyrie, being the kind-hearted girl that she was, wanted to see the twins rekindle their relationship, but was nowhere near dim enough to get between the twins and their family trauma. That being said, Nero simply couldn't bring himself to turn down a request from Kyrie on the rare occasion she even asked him for something. She gave him so much and asked for so little in return. That and Nico would never let him live it down.

In an attempt to not get slapped unconscious by his Nephew again, Dante begrudgingly agreed to the party when Kyrie asked him. If there was one thing the brothers agreed on, it was their mutual dislike of parties. Vergil enjoyed his solitude and serenity, and Dante... well he just couldn't be bothered with it. Nero was largely indifferent to them. But there was one person who would literally prefer to pass on into the afterlife and face the hoards of demonic entities that he had slain during his lifetime than drink spiked punch and listen to cliche spooky music.

And yet somehow V had ended up at this godforsaken party anyway…

The festivities had gone reasonably well, all things considered. Nero had spent most of the evening playfully tormenting Kyrie and their three adopted children (who were dressed in adorable animal costumes), while Dante had taken the opportunity to find creative new ways of annoying Vergil in what he wrongfully assumed was a safe environment. (He figured wrong. Vergil was absolutely going to stab him to death in his sleep tonight. Make no mistake.)

And then there were the girls. Lady and Trish had been the life of the party, singing along horribly to the music, making a mess with the pizza napkins, and Nico consumed a concerning amount of the dry ice spiked fruit punch. They were all pretty sure she should be dead, but no one was going to say anything to her. They didn't need a repeat of the nailgun incident.

In an environment filled with screaming children, horrendous singing, and booming metal, V had retired to one of the sofas in the far corner of the room to entertain his favorite past time. In keeping with the spirit of Hallows Eve, he had opted for a classic by Edgar Allen Poe. When he reached the midway point of the poem, he suddenly felt eyes on him from behind the couch. It was little Carlo, one of Nero and Kyries' children. The fluffy-haired child was hanging over the back of the couch, staring at the words in what V could only assume was confusion. "Why is the man in the poem so scared of the bird?"

V smirked and pondered how to explain what was going on to a young child, settling on the bluntest answer he could fathom at the moment. "He laments the loss of his love and believes the bird is an evil being sent to torment him for his wrongdoings, Carlo."

The child nodded, clearly still not understanding, but appreciative of the explanation nonetheless. "And why does the bird keep saying "Nevermore" so much? Is it making fun of him?"

V nodded, amused by the interest the young boy was showing in the poem. Carlo climbed over the back of the couch and plopped down next to him, practically climbing on him as if having a better view of the text would help him understand it. Nico walked past them carrying a drink, laughing about something that Kyrie had just said to Trish that she could not quite make out. "I just want to know how the hell you can read in a pitch-black room under a blacklight, V. What the hell?"

"Language, Nico!" Nero shook his head and joined them, seemingly finally tired of messing with Kyrie and in absolutely no mood to trying to conversate with Vergil. It wouldn't have mattered if he had been anyway. Vergil had very mysteriously gone missing during the party about a half-hour ago. Perhaps he had retired to his room when his social battery had completely drained (as if it had been charged in the first place.)

Nico shrugged and snickered. "Oh please, as much as you carry on? They know all those words by now!"

Nero blanched, hoping that Kyrie had not heard her say that. He then turned to Carlo who was still entranced by the dramatic reading of the story that V now had him extremely invested in. "We have to get going. It's past midnight and it's a pretty long trip home."

Carlo groaned. "But he was just getting to the good part! Come on, it's almost done. Well, I think."

Nero glanced and V who gave him a subtly but reassuring nod. He sighed and relented, allowing V to finish. None of them had paid any mind to the fact that everyone still left at the office had gathered around the area listening to V read the poem. It was so off-brand for him to read anything that wasn't William Blake, but he was nothing if not well-read and an excellent speaker.

V continued, unfazed by the audience. "And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting, On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted-"

"Nevermore."

Everyone in the room, V included, practically jumped out of their skin at the sound of Vergil's voice. It had seemingly come from nowhere. Just as they were going to respond, Nero turned around and walked directly into the twin in question. He jumped back and cursed, clearly startled, and nearly knocked Kyrie to the floor in the process. Everyone stared at him as he stood back up and brushed himself off. "What the fuck, Vergil?!"

A few scattered snickers passed through the room, much to Nero's dissatisfaction. But then something happened that made everyone in the room do a massive doubletake.

V laughed.

Not a snicker. Not a throwaway chuckle. An actual laugh.

V leaned over his legs, cradling the open book to his chest as he burst into an almost tearful laughing fit. It was the most unexpectedly enjoyable thing most of them had ever heard. Several different emotions played across the faces of the occupants of the room. Dante looked startled, Lady and Trish glanced in surprise back and forth between V and each other, the children stared with their mouths agape, and Kyrie just smiled, unsure of how else to react to something so new to her.

Nero looked as though he was considering being upset about this, but the look of irritation on his face rapidly faded and was replaced with a barely contained smile. Even Vergil who never smiled looked pleased with himself for once, although he would never admit as much.

"If I knew all I had to do was make myself look like a tool in front of everyone to make ya laugh, I would have done that forever ago! Holy shit, you can actually laugh..."

Kyrie ushered the children towards the door, more than ready to call it a night and head home. As she went, she waved goodbye to everyone and shot Nero a grumpy look for his choice of language in front of the kids. Nero laughed nervously and followed closely behind them. As to door behind them closed, Dante shot Vergil a glance and nodded in V's direction. He had finally stopped laughing at the preposterous situation. "Who would've guessed V had a sense of humor hidden under all that sullen misery and depressing poetry?"

Vergil shrugged, not really sure how to answer that question. He was as surprised as everyone else. He headed towards his room and then stopped, stretching. At the foot of the stairs, he casually glanced back at Dante. "... Sleep with one eye open, little brother." And with that, he disappeared up the stairs. Dante paled. Vergil hadn't let those pranks earlier slide because the kids were here after all.

"Shit."

Holy shit, today is V's first Halloween!

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spn-rewrites · 5 years

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01x16 (part 1)

Season One Episode Sixteen: Shadows

A/N: i know this part is a little short, but it’s here! thank you for all the support, it really does mean a lot to me! feel free to send feedback, as always, and any suggestions you may have for the story. i have a vauge idea of a main story line, but i’d love your input for smaller ones or whatever you may have! please REBLOG if you enjoyed and let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist. i also wanna say thank you to everyone letting me know when the tags aren’t working, i know it’s frustrating but bare with me while i figure it out!

SYNOPSIS: a strange case brings you to the Windy City wearing polyester jumpsuits

WORD COUNT: 1693

It isn’t that dressing up as alarm system employees was beneath you, it was that dressing up, in itself, was becoming a more embarrassing part of your job. It was mostly Sam’s idea and at least Dean was on your side, tugging at the cheap polyester clinging to his thighs. “I’ve gotta say, we were doing just fine without these stupid costumes,” he says. “I feel like a high school drama dork.” The costumes were a new development post-operation Get John Back, courtesy of Sam’s desire to keep everything at mute as possible. You and Dean clearly did not share the same mindset.

The suits, in fact, did come from a costume store, completed with a tool box that Dean is carrying as you walk up the streets of Chicago. Horns were blaring, people were yelling and the pollution was thick but you always did have a soft spot for the city.

They were calling it a Sleuth Killer, the thing that killed Meredith Rodgers in her apartment. It wasn’t unusual for murders in cities like these to go uninvestigated. Most of the time they chalked it up to gang violence or a freak accident and that was the end of it but the moment you read this article, the entire thing seemed too fishy to just be a coincidence.

“What was that play that you did?” Dean asks, snapping his fingers and pointing at Sam.

“You were in a play?” You perk up, looking at the younger brother with excitement. It’s always fun finding out new things about the boys, things that happened before you and before this.

Dean continues to snap his fingers as he thinks. His nose scrunching up in focus as you bounce on your own feet waiting for more informtion. “Our Town!” Dean cheers when his memory comes back to him. “Yeah,” he chuckles and shakes his head. “You were good. It was cute.”

“Look,” Sam says, trying to change the subject just as you lean into Dean to ask more questions about this play and maybe if he had video evidence of it hidden somewhere. “You wanna pull this off or not?”

“I’m just saying these outfits cost hard earned money,” Dean says.

You shrug your shoulders and look down at your outfit. It was an ugly shade of navy blue, the fabric made you look frumpy and not to mention the awful shoes. “I kind of like the costumes sometimes,” you say. But mostly when they involved dressing up in tights and a pretty skirt and not like a city laborer.

“Whose money?” Sam asks his brother, ignoring you.

“Ours! You think running credit card fraud is easy?”

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The landlord was more than willing to let you inside Meredith’s apartment, which was no longer blocked off by crime scene tape but still had the evidence stained on the white carpeting. It was the only evidence of a crime even happening. Everything else was still perfect, the way that Meredith wanted them. The only weird part, besides the blood, was the fact that Meredith had at least five different deadbolts installed on her door.

“You guys said you’re with the alarm company?” The landlord asks. She’s a short woman dressed in comfy clothes: a long cardigan and t-shirt underneath and her hair was in a bun on the back of her head. You all mumble, confirming her question. “No offense but your alarms are about as useful as boobs on a man.”

You try to stifle a laugh as Sam looks down at you smirking. “Well, that’s why we’re here,” Dean says. “To see what went wrong and to make sure it doesn’t happen again.” The landlord nods her head and glances around the room, shivers a little bit under the grotesque situation.

“Ma’am. You said you found the body?” You ask her. The question was meant to distract her from looking at all the blood on the floor, but it probably ended up making her think about it more. She twists the key around in her hands and nods. “Right after it happened?”

“No. A few days later. Meredith’s work called and she hadn’t showed up,” she says. Most of this information you already read in the news article that Sam was reading out loud in the car on your way but you ask her anyway while the boys check the surroundings as if they were looking for the alarm sensors. “I knocked on her door and that’s when I noticed the smell.”

“Any windows open? Any sign of break in?” Dean asks.You turn your head to look at him. He was holding a curtain open and the view from her window was spectacular. You start to miss it the moment the curtains falls closed.

“No. The windows were locked, the front door was bolted. Chain was on the door, we

had to cut it to get it open,” she explains like she was telling an adventure story. One with so many twists and turns it was hard to keep it straight. She has a dispassionte tone about her voice, though. Like maybe telling it as a story was easier than admitting it happened to her.

“And the alarm was still on?” Dean moves his finger around in a circle as he walks toward you and the landlord.

“Like I said, bang-up job your company is doing.” Dean just agrees softly and your eyes dance around the room. The blood splatters don’t seem like splatters to you. Their placement just too perfect and your eyes are so drawn to them, it’s hard to take them off.

“Any overturned furniture? Broken glass or signs of struggle?” At this point, Dean is just fishing for her to say yes to anything that deems this as normal but she just shook her head once again and Dean lets out a sigh. You start to walk the trail of blood, noting how the big ones seem to be always the same distance apart. Only being strung together but smaller spots.

“Everything was in perfect condition,” she maintains. “Except Meredith.” Your eyes snap back to her as her voice quiets down and darkness cover her eyes.

“What condition was she in?” You asked softly.

Without looking at you, she answers. “Meredith was all over. In pieces. The guy who killed her must have been a wack job. But I’ll tell you, if I didn’t know any better, I’d have said a wild animal did it.” You look up at Sam, whose standing by a window and then you look down at Dean, who’s crouched down by the desk chair looking at a pool of blood and you sigh.

“Ma’am, would you mind if we just took a minute? Give this place a once over?” Sam asks and the woman agrees, leaving the key on the coffee table and exiting the apartment as if her feet couldn’t carry her fast enough.

The tool box that Dean was carrying did come with the costumes, however the contents

inside were all your own. EMF readers, blacklights, temperature detectors. All the makings for a ghost hunting were inside. “So, the killer walks in and out of the apartment. No weapons, no prints, nothing,” Dean says.

“I’m telling you, when I read that article. I just knew that something was off,” you say. The moment you saw the heading, you ran over to Sam and showed him and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind either. The EMF reader going off in Dean’s hand seemed to be certain, too.

“I think I agree with you,” Dean mumbles.

“So, you talked to the cops?” Sam asks while he and Dean sweep the room with their gadgets. You, empty handed, walk the path of the blood. Your eyes trained to the ground, following the pattern over and over again trying to make sense of it.

“Oh, yeah. I spoke to Amy,” Dean says absently. “A charming, perky, officer of the law.”

“What did you find out?” You ask, oblivious to Dean’s statement. You both were to engrossed in your own tasks to put much force into your voice.

“She’s a Sagittarius and loves tequila,” Dean says.

“I’m a Sagittarius, too!” You perk up and glance over at him, but he doesn’t look at you and he doesn’t stop talking.

“I mean, whew. And oh, she’s got this little tattoo--”

“Dean!” Sam snaps, turning around to face him with his hands up. Sometimes, you wonder if Sam feels like a dad trying to rangle in his toddlers. Because, quit honestly, that’s sometimes how you feel when the boys fight.

“What?” Dean looks back at Sam and then shakes the thought of Amy out of his head. “Nothing that we don’t already know. Except for one thing they’re keeping out of the papers.” Sam looks back down at his reader and mumbles for Dean to keep going. “Meredith’s heart was missing,” he says.

“What?” You ask, your attention leaving the blood pattern. Sam seemed a little less phased than you, but his eyebrows raised in interest. “So what do you think did this?” You ask softly as the boys meet you in the middle of the apartment.

“Well the landlady said it looks like an animal attack. Maybe it was a werewolf?” Dean suggests. Your fingers dance in the pattern of the blood.

“The lunar cycle isn’t right. If it was a creature, it would have left some kind of trace,” Sam suggests. “It’s probably a spirit.” You nod your head to the side like you’d consider the thought but Dean saw the half-ass attempt at making Sam feel like he was on to something while your brain was already onto the next and the next after that.

“What’s up?” Dean asks you.

“Do we have duct tape?” The boys exchange a look but Dean checks the tool box and Sam digs through Meredith’s junk drawers for some kind of tape and when they find it, Dean hands the roll you to you and you begin connecting all the dots of blood together with it. The pattern was cohesive and with actual lines connecting the dots, you were able to see it clearly on the floor in front of you rather than a foggy image in your brain.

“What the hell is it?” Sam asks as you stand back and look at the final product.

“I have no idea.”

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˖ ࣪ .🌱࿐ ♡ ˚ . NCT XLIGHT, pronounced as NCT BLACKLIGHT, is the fourth and only female sub-unit of NCT. the unit officially debuted in 2018 during empathy era and currently consists of nine members.

˖ ࣪ ˚ . group name ⇁ nct xlight

˖ ࣪ ˚ . fandom name ⇁ nctzens

˖ ࣪ ˚ . fandom color ⇁ #bbf604 #df0095

˖ ࣪ ˚ . company ⇁ sm entertainment

˖ ࣪ ˚ . debut date ⇁ march 22nd, 2018

˖ ࣪ ˚ . debut song ⇁ p!nk

˖ ࣪ .🐞࿐ ♡ ˚ . BYUN SHIAH professionally known as SHIAH was born in 1998 in incheon, south korea. she was introduced as a smrookie on december 9th, 2013 alongside irene, jaehyun, and lami. shiah trained the longest out of the original members and was given the position of leader at their debut. she is an original member of the xlight lineup.

˖ ࣪ ˚ . full name ⇁ byun shiah

˖ ࣪ ˚ . birthday ⇁ december 31st, 1998

˖ ࣪ ˚ . birthplace ⇁ incheon, south korea

˖ ࣪ ˚ . position ⇁ leader, main vocalist, lead dancer

˖ ࣪ ˚ . units⇁ xlight, 127, u

˖ ࣪ ˚ . height ⇁ 165cm

˖ ࣪ ˚ . ethnicity ⇁ korean

˖ ࣪ ˚ . nationality ⇁ korean

˖ ࣪ ˚ . faceclaim ⇁ hwang eunbi

˖ ࣪ .🐺࿐ ♡ ˚ . JUNG YOUNGHA professionally known as LIBBY was born in 2000 in daegu, south korea. she was introduced as a smrookie on december 3rd, 2013 alongside seulgi, jeno, and taeyong. libby was given the title of “truest nct girl” for being the first smrookie ever introduced and for being in every unit except wayv. she is an original member of the xlight lineup.

˖ ࣪ ˚ . full name ⇁ jung youngha

˖ ࣪ ˚ . birthday ⇁ august 17th, 2000

˖ ࣪ ˚ . birthplace ⇁ daegu, south korea

˖ ࣪ ˚ . position ⇁ main rapper, main dancer, vocalist, center, visual

˖ ࣪ ˚ . units⇁ xlight, dream, 127, u

˖ ࣪ ˚ . height ⇁ 169cm

˖ ࣪ ˚ . ethnicity ⇁ korean

˖ ࣪ ˚ . nationality ⇁ korean

˖ ࣪ ˚ . faceclaim ⇁ hwang yeji

˖ ࣪ .🐣࿐ ♡ ˚ . MCKENZIE LEE professionally known as ZIE was born in 2002 in canberra, australia. she was introduced as a smrookie on december 16th, 2013 alongside mark, hansol, and jisung. zie is the official maknae out of all the nct members and is highly praised in the industry for her talents at such a young age. she also debuted as a member of sm’s project girl group girls on top as a member of the got the beat unit. she is an original member of the xlight lineup.

˖ ࣪ ˚ . full name ⇁ mckenzie minjung lee

˖ ࣪ ˚ . birthday ⇁ may 5th, 2002

˖ ࣪ ˚ . birthplace ⇁ canberra, australia

˖ ࣪ ˚ . position ⇁ lead rapper, lead dancer, vocalist, maknae

˖ ࣪ ˚ . units⇁ xlight, dream, u

˖ ࣪ ˚ . height ⇁ 178cm

˖ ࣪ ˚ . ethnicity ⇁ korean

˖ ࣪ ˚ . nationality ⇁ australian

˖ ࣪ ˚ . faceclaim ⇁ noh hyojung

˖ ࣪ .🦋࿐ ♡ ˚ . YOSHIDA HANABI professionally known as NABI was born in 1997 in yokohama, japan. she was introduced as a smrookie on july 9th, 2015 alongside koeun, hina, and herin. nabi was the second japanese member to debut in nct, this allowed her to gain a lot of popularity in her home country alongside yuta. she is an original member of the xlight lineup.

˖ ࣪ ˚ . full name ⇁ yoshida hanabi

˖ ࣪ ˚ . birthday ⇁ july 5th, 1997

˖ ࣪ ˚ . birthplace ⇁ yokohama, japan

˖ ࣪ ˚ . position ⇁ main dancer, lead vocalist

˖ ࣪ ˚ . units⇁ xlight, u

˖ ࣪ ˚ . height ⇁ 172cm

˖ ࣪ ˚ . ethnicity ⇁ japanese

˖ ࣪ ˚ . nationality ⇁ japanese

˖ ࣪ ˚ . faceclaim ⇁ ogawa mizuki

˖ ࣪ .🐼࿐ ♡ ˚ . AHN ISEUL professionally known as ISEUL was born in 1999 in seoul, south korea. she was introduced as a smrookie on december 23rd, 2013 alongside johnny, ten, and yuta. iseul was one of the most popular smrookies due to her constantly doing different promotional activities and being seen in basically every rookie vlog. she is the first member to join the group out of the original lineup, becoming a member during the ‘xxx’ era in 2019, also later debuting as a member of sm’s project girl group girls on top as a member of the got the beat unit.

˖ ࣪ ˚ . full name ⇁ ahn iseul

˖ ࣪ ˚ . birthday ⇁ april 4th, 1999

˖ ࣪ ˚ . birthplace ⇁ seoul, south korea

˖ ࣪ ˚ . position ⇁ main rapper, lead dancer, vocalist, visual

˖ ࣪ ˚ . units⇁ xlight, u

˖ ࣪ ˚ . height ⇁ 162cm

˖ ࣪ ˚ . ethnicity ⇁ korean

˖ ࣪ ˚ . nationality ⇁ korean

˖ ࣪ ˚ . faceclaim ⇁ lee saerom

˖ ࣪ .🍒࿐ ♡ ˚ . HAN DAHYE professionally known as DAHYE was born in 1996 in daegu, south korea. she was introduced as a smrookie on july 17th, 2014 alongside haechan. dahye has been given the title of the mom of nct, both for the girls and boys, due to her very motherly personality. she is the second member to join the group becoming a member during the ‘so s!ck’ era in 2019.

˖ ࣪ ˚ . full name ⇁ han dahye

˖ ࣪ ˚ . birthday ⇁ february 27th, 1996

˖ ࣪ ˚ . birthplace ⇁ daegu, south korea

˖ ࣪ ˚ . position ⇁ main vocalist, lead dancer, visual

˖ ࣪ ˚ . units⇁ xlight, 127, u

˖ ࣪ ˚ . height ⇁ 157cm

˖ ࣪ ˚ . ethnicity ⇁ korean

˖ ࣪ ˚ . nationality ⇁ korean

˖ ࣪ ˚ . faceclaim ⇁ kwon eunbi

˖ ࣪ .🕊️࿐ ♡ ˚ . EVANGELICA LOCKRIDGE professionally known as EVA was born in 1999 in dallas, texas, usa. she was introduced as a smrookie on april 11th, 2017 between lucas and jungwoo’s introductions. eva is born as the granddaughter to one of the wealthiest tycoon families in america, being instantly recognized by the public as soon as she was introduced as a trainee. she is the third member to join the group becoming a member during the ‘be me’ era in 2020.

˖ ࣪ ˚ . full name ⇁ evangelica daphne lockridge / hwang cheonsa

˖ ࣪ ˚ . birthday ⇁ september 5th, 1999

˖ ࣪ ˚ . birthplace ⇁ dallas, texas, usa

˖ ࣪ ˚ . position ⇁ lead rapper, lead vocalist, visual

˖ ࣪ ˚ . units⇁ xlight, u

˖ ࣪ ˚ . height ⇁ 161cm

˖ ࣪ ˚ . ethnicity ⇁ korean

˖ ࣪ ˚ . nationality ⇁ american

˖ ࣪ ˚ . faceclaim ⇁ lee ahin

˖ ࣪ .🍄࿐ ♡ ˚ . CHARADA MAIKAEW professionally known as RUBY was born in 1998 in bangkok, thailand. she was introduced as a smrookie on september 19th, 2016 alongside ningning and yiyang. ruby was a well known child actress in thailand and featured in many commercials and movies as a kid before she joined sm. she is the fourth member to join the group becoming a member durin nct 2020.

˖ ࣪ ˚ . full name ⇁ charada maikaew

˖ ࣪ ˚ . birthday ⇁ november 23rd, 1998

˖ ࣪ ˚ . birthplace ⇁ bangkok, thailand

˖ ࣪ ˚ . position ⇁ main dancer, lead rapper

˖ ࣪ ˚ . units⇁ xlight, wayv, u

˖ ࣪ ˚ . height ⇁ 166cm

˖ ࣪ ˚ . ethnicity ⇁ thai

˖ ࣪ ˚ . nationality ⇁ thai

˖ ࣪ ˚ . faceclaim ⇁ nicha yontararak

˖ ࣪ .👑࿐ ♡ ˚ . ZHOU MEILI professionally known as LILI was born in 2001 in beijing, china. she was introduced as a smrookie on july 17th, 2018 alongside xiaojun, hendery, and yangyang. lili was already famous prior to her debut due to being the daughter of a very rich business man and having the title of a socialite in china. she is the fifth member to join the group becoming a member during the ‘spit venom’ era in 2021.

˖ ࣪ ˚ . full name ⇁ zhou meili

˖ ࣪ ˚ . birthday ⇁ may 30th, 2001

˖ ࣪ ˚ . birthplace ⇁ beijing, china

˖ ࣪ ˚ . position ⇁ lead dancer, vocalist, visual

˖ ࣪ ˚ . units⇁ xlight, wayv, u

˖ ࣪ ˚ . height ⇁ 170cm

˖ ࣪ ˚ . ethnicity ⇁ chinese

˖ ࣪ ˚ . nationality ⇁ chinese

˖ ࣪ ˚ . faceclaim ⇁ shen xiaoting

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boydchloe · 4 years

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2 Year Old Male Cat Peeing Wonderful Cool Ideas

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machinakrpx · 4 years

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>> OPEN OH RUA’S FILE …

:// AGE — 27 :// OCCUPATION — actress, singer/songwriter :// CLASS — fallen

>> LOADING DEVELOPMENT …

:// MODIFICATIONS —

datajack: hidden beneath her hairline on the ride side of her skull, a datajack is available, installed to port in necessary scripts, scene information, and schedules at the blink of an eye. her mornings consist of a quick check in that downloads schedules and updates for the time being, keeping her up to date on her many, many obligations. commlink: with a retinal interface, she’s essentially implanted a smart phone that cannot be lost, available at the literal blink of an eye. it provides essential updates and so on. she can be reached by her management at the blink of an eye. she suspects it may have illegal tracking software worked in but she’s not been able to confirm or deny that, and if she does she will absolutely work to get it disabled, even if that goes against contract. hologlamour: a proprietary, cutting edge version of cosmetic augmentation that is available to a select few alone, this custom designed software allows her, like a glamour in ancient legend, to adjust her appearance in whatever superficial way her heart desires. it cannot change her visage to that of another person, but it can adjust faces of her appearance. from something as simple as changing her blush from coral to peach or her eyeliner from sleek to smoky, she can also give herself freckles, beauty marks, different eye colors, different hair colors (but not lengths), and various other adjustments. dietware: when your job is to be everyone’s wet dream, girl next door, first love and girl crush, it’s impossible to let your image slip for even a moment. if she isn’t, at all times, as good as the fictional, airbrushed, idealized virtual version of herself that so many consume on a daily basis, then what’s the point? as a result, dietware keeps her in shape, an expensive and painful procedure that has effectively dulled her enjoyment of food down to zero as a side effect. * due to contractual obligation, all modifications and augmentations may only be performed at order of her employers, and she is strictly prohibited from entertaining any other adjustments while contracted with blacklight media.

>> LOADING BIOGRAPHY …

she’s born blessed.

that’s what they all say. that’s how it looks. blessed and beloved, third daughter and fifth child to a prominent family, a wealthy family, a prestigious family, wrapped up in the puppet government that exists to prop up the mega corporations, to line their pockets with blood money, smoke money, the wages of the damned and dying.

she’s such a beautiful child.

that’s what they say. so bright and pure, with such a sweetness of demeanor. she’s insightful and clever. she speaks when spoken to and her words seemed planned. more articulate still than one would anticipate of a child. her hair falls in tidy waves down her back and she dutifully clambers along after her siblings, much older than she, and wiser.

she’d been a surprise, you know.

a baby born when they’d thought such a thing no longer possible, when they’d gotten too old to play and cavort with the child, too distracted by the careers they’d turned to focus on, by the glimmering lights of society. too far removed from what it had been to be parents of such a young child. so she grows up imaginative, finds ways to entertain herself, an indomitable brightness that demands attention, acts out in mischief for scraps of love.

she’s hungry.

she’s ravenous, chases after love with the desperation of a child, with the innocence of a child. sure that if she is just a little bit smarter, a little bit sweeter, a little bit more, more, more she can become something worthy of the affection they hold just a hair’s breadth away, like the carrot dangling before her to keep her on a treadmill. always reaching, grasping, greedy.

she’s greedy.

that’s what they begin to say, when she is in secondary school and hologloss shines on her lips, when glitter decorates her skin like a smattering of stars. when hemlines creep higher and she learns there are easy, foolproof ways for her to find adoration, to find herself wanted.

this is what she wants.

to be wanted. to be loved. to be adored. but her hunger outmatches what’s provided, and she develops a destructive boredom with the insipid surroundings of olympus. like the lightening that dances inside a storm cloud she seethes impatient and erratic. for a time she pursues music, blasting it out over the comms on forums for hopefuls, and her siren song brings minor acclaim, attention. anonymous adoration and in turn hatred, and stamping out that blight becomes consuming.

she’s too young when it happens.

when they find her, reach out to her. blacklight media extends the offer of a contract, meets with her parents, puts aside their halfhearted fears and uncertainties. of course they won’t really let her pursue music, seriously, they tell her parents. there’s no propriety in that, no power in it, no gloss and glamour. no, she’ll act, they say. she’ll be wonderful, star of the screen, on every commlink and feed out across the strata.

what is the price of love?

this is what she wonders. things start small and careful. a dating simulation game, very PG-13, only the promise of a more that lingers underneath. there’s a handful of advertisements and then more, and more, until she sees her face from every flickering sign board, holograms of herself half a building tall, her flaws and faults magnified to excruciating detail, set up for public consumption, and she begins to worry herself sick.

day by day she loses a little bit more.

day by day they take it further and further, breaking apart who she is, tacking her down like a butterfly to a pinboard to preserve her. to display her. and when she has finished satisfying the placid and restrained appetites of olympus, when she has graced their screens with demure and pleasant charm, when she has fluttered from genre to genre in recreation of each whim and fancy and fantasy, they begin to set their sites on broader markets.

elysium is hungry.

it’s a gaping and cavernous maw, teeth neon bright and ready to rend her to bits. they pull the flesh from her bones and strip her raw. she will be beloved, they tell her, whisper it like a threat. be loved, or else. failure isn’t built into her contract, and the appetites of elysium are endless and dark. they are many and varied, and slowly rua - now rune- finds herself shackled to exhausting expectations. forced to be and become things she could not have imagined, would not have desired.

elysium is insatiable.

and oh, they love her. this fallen creature, this angelic being brought down to her knees before them, for them. they devour, desire. she is the wicked and impossible culmination of a hundred thousand conflicting desires, she’s the chance for something, someone, better. she’s the promise of something just as bad as they are. she is everything, anything they desire of her - she has to be. they help her to make sure she can be, put her under the blade and drill to modify her, fortify her. anything to give her a little more edge, anything to make her a little more efficient. one step away from robotic, one clamoring heart from ai.

elysium is a promise.

for all it’s darkness, for all the rot that grows inside her chest, twisting through her sickened veins, there is a hope. a dream that beats fervent in her chest. a promise of something else, something different, something true. they let her pursue it, in her free time. a purple microphone in her palm and a sea before her, an ocean of promises and desires, a roiling mass of those who would follow her to the edge and back again. a hive mind, a furious horde, just as adoring as they are vengeful, just as demanding as they are loving.

elysium is a prison.

she is it’s prisoner, trapped in the cages of expectation and adoration, pinned down beneath the nails of desire and love. misguided, mangled affections are to be her undoing. at yet she remains hungry. remains greedy. never sated with the love that she earns in the virtual world, she masks herself behind technology, peppers her true face over as easily as she walls away what’s left of the girl she’d been before all this. before she became the woman of a thousand faces, each one specifically tailored to her audience and each one a little more removed from her own. she’s resentment and hunger, fire and fury, and there is so little left of forgiveness or desire left in her. she is a survivor to her core, some desperate creature grasping at the fragments of her dreams. there’s hardly any sincerity left in her, a caged bird singing against impossible odds.

#neobio #neoaphrodite #neo lee jieun

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Roswell, NM (Sashea) - Stella

A/N: So this is going to be my final fic on AQ. I’ll still continue to post on ao3, so if you want to find my future stuff there I’ll be posting under artificialstella. What’s more fitting than my last fic being a lesbian au? Two friends on a road trip take a stop at the most infamous UFO hotspots in America. Shea wants to be happy, but there’s something weighing heavy on her mind.

It seemed like Shea had been staring out at the same distant mountains for the past two hours of driving. The desert slid by, warm and dry, as their van barreled down the highway. But in the distance, the mountains looked unmoving. It was the same, flat-topped rocks jutting out of the horizon. The land was so even that Shea couldn’t tell how far away they were. They just loomed in the distant, dark against the bright blue sky. That was what Shea loved about driving. America had so many different landscapes, from the grey-water beaches of New England, to the endless corn fields of Middle America, and now her personal favorite. The bright colors and hot, dry air were so different from the dull city.

“Shea?”

Her head lifted from the window, and she turned to face the driver’s side. Sasha was glancing at her through her giant sunglasses. She had been driving for hours now, after switching between the two of them at the gas station. There was a small smile on her lips, one she reserved only Shea. At least Shea liked to think so.

“I’m awake, I promise,” Shea replied. Sasha’s smile only grew, and she put her hand on top of Shea’s in the middle console.

“You didn’t look it. I just wanted to tell you we’re almost there. I didn’t want to disturb you though, you looked so peaceful.”

Her voice was teasing but genuine as she spoke, and it made guilt twinge in Shea’s gut for being so distant during the final leg of their journey. Sasha’s phone was plugged into the AUX cord and playing music softly in the background, but that still didn’t make up for Shea’s silence.

“I wasn’t sleeping boo, I was just admiring New Mexico’s beautiful landscape.”

Sasha hummed, and Shea could see the road in front of them reflected in the lenses of Sasha’s giant sunglasses. The image was warped and the colors were more muted, and Shea was tempted to break out her camera and take an artsy shot.

“We’ll get there in about fifteen minutes, did you want to go downtown first or do you want to go to the campground?”

“Let’s go downtown first, I kinda wanna grab lunch. It feels like forever since we stopped at Denny’s.” Shea rubbed a hand over her stomach, soothing the slight twinge of hunger pains. Sometimes they packed lunch for the longer legs of their journey, but since they were staying in Roswell overnight they didn’t prepare anything.

“We’ll get some food in your darling, don’t worry,” Sasha laughed. “I don’t need you being grumpy all day.”

She paused, before adding: “Do you want to stop at that cool McDonald’s they have? The one shaped like a UFO?”

Roswell was of course known for it’s alien obsession. After the UFO craze in the 1950’s and the Area 51 hype, the town turned into a hotspot of extraterrestrial chasers. Now most of the business in Roswell revolved around UFOs or little green men. McDonald’s was no exception. The building was crafted to look exactly like a flying saucer, bright neon lights and all.

The photo-op might just be worth the questionable food.

“Maybe we could go in and get some fries, and eat more later,” Shea suggested, trying not to let her disgust show. “I know there’s not many vegetarian options there anyway.”

Sasha nodded, her own nose wrinkled at the idea of filling up on greasy burgers, and handed her phone to Shea.

“Put the address in for me babe.”

Shea pulled up the location and put it into the maps app. Thankfully they were close, and within a few minutes they were pulling into the parking lot. Sasha parked the car, and as soon as the engine shut off Shea sprung out of the car. Her legs were stiff from sitting for so long, so she stretched out with a satisfying groan. After shaking her legs loose a bit, she caught up to Sasha in front of the car.

“Hold on, go stand in front of the building. I want to get a picture,” Sasha instructed. She turned right back around and rifled through her bag in the front seat, eventually pulling out her polaroid camera. Sasha had bought it specifically for the trip, and exclusively took pictures of Shea throughout their journey. Sasha claimed she was going to make a scrapbook of the pictures, so she could bring Shea with her when she left. Shea of course went along with it, but whenever Sasha broke her camera out it was always a stark reminder of why exactly they were on this trip, and it made her heart sink every time.

Shea swallowed the bitterness rising in her throat and posed in front of the oddly shaped building. Sasha assumed her dorky photographer stance, and once she lined up the shot to her liking she snapped the picture. As she walked over to Shea, the camera slowly spit out the film, still grey as it developed.

“Alright, let’s go inside.”

They ordered their fries and got back in the car, this time with Shea at the wheel. When they sat down, Sasha was staring down at the picture and grinning.

“This one is my new favorite,” she declared. “It’s so delightfully strange.”

She handed the polaroid to Shea. It was a well composed shot, as Sasha had an eye for that kind of thing. Plus, Shea was no stranger to modeling for the camera, and her modern style contrasted well against the eclectic restaurant. Shea chuckled and handed the picture back to Sasha, who tucked it safely in a folder in her bag with the others.

Shea started the car and continued on towards downtown. Roswell wasn’t impressive from the outside. It looked like a typical Southwestern town with squat, tan buildings and roads perpetually dusted with sand. But the closer they got to the center of town, the more of a tourist trap it became. There were novelty shops that lined the streets, little green men in every single window. Families wandered the sidewalks, most with antenna headbands swaying on their heads and t-shirts that read ‘I Was Abducted At Roswell And All I Got Was This T-shirt’.

Shea spotted a parking spot and quickly pulled in. Every stop they wanted to hit was within walking distance, thankfully. They both hopped out of the van and Sasha pulled out her phone again.

“The black light museum is the next block over, and the museum is a little further. Do you wanna do it in that order?”

“Sounds good,” Shea agreed. They started walking, their pace easily syncing up.

Shea wanted to be more excited to be in Roswell. When they were mapping out their journey at the beginning of the year and the town had come up, both were eager to explore. Shea didn’t believe in aliens herself, but she found it amusing that after all of these years, people were more inclined to believe in visitors from outer space than ignorant civilians from the 1950’s mistaking a military plane for aliens. Sasha seemed more open to the idea, and even joked that Shea was the Scully to her Mulder. Either way, it was a town they had both wanted to explore.

Now, not so much. All Shea could think about was how little time they had left together. Two more days until they reached Las Vegas, and then three days until they flew from there back to New York. When they landed they would part ways, Shea back to Manhattan and Sasha to Brooklyn. Sasha was already packed up, so the next morning she would be back at the airport and flying to Amsterdam, where she’d be obtaining her Masters for the next three years. The closer they got to parting, the harder it was for Shea to stay positive. She was losing her best friend, and no amount of polaroids or facetimes could replace her.

“I think this is it!”

Sasha’s excited voice snapped Shea out of her funk, and she looked up at the building. A big poster advertising the black light museum took up a majority of the front window. It was definitely the right place, but judging by the size of the building, it wasn’t going to be an extensive display.

Sasha pushed inside, and the pair discovered an old man sitting in a chair by the entrance. He greeted them with a smile, missing a few key teeth.

“It’s three bucks a ticket, ladies,” he said as they stepped closer. Shea pulled out a ten from her purse, and after grabbing the change he gestured towards the entrance.

“Don’t get lost,” he teased. “The aliens’ll get ya.”

Together they stepped into the hallway, and the walls lit up with colorful paint. There were scenes of futuristic alien societies, distant planets, and vibrant star systems. The music playing through hidden speakers sounded like a mix of the Stranger Things soundtrack and a theremin.

“This is so cool,” Sasha enthused, linking her arm with Shea’s. Her hand felt comforting on Shea’s bicep.

“It’s alright I guess. I did one of these when I was like, twelve, so the effect has kind of worn off.”

Sasha chuckled and flexed her fingers against Shea’s arm.

“You seem so above it all today, are you still grumpy from your nap?” Sasha’s eyes seemed to sparkle mischievously in the blacklight.

“You got me girl,” Shea laughed. Sasha cooed and cuddled into Shea’s side as they continued to walk.

“We can get you a coffee before we go to the museum,” she promised.

“Oh, that does sound good,” Shea agreed.

They continued on through the museum, but it wasn’t that long of an experience. They couldn’t have been in there for more than five minutes before they had reached the end, spilling of course into a gift shop. There was a teenager behind the counter, typing away at their phone.

Shea tugged Sasha over to the wall of t-shirts. They got novelty items at every city they stopped at, but Roswell by far had the coolest trinkets. She picked out one of the shirts, then turned to Sasha.

“You should get one of the antennas,” she suggested. Sasha laughed, loud and throaty, causing the cashier to finally look up from their phone.

“Yeah? Do you think I’d finally make my transformation into a creature not of this earth?” Sasha replied. Shea hummed, so Sasha released her arm to go hunt down the headband. She returned with two green balls gently swaying on thin springs above her head.

“Take me to your leader, earthling.” Sasha’s voice sounded more like Kermit the frog than an alien, making Shea double over with laughter.

“Like you ever want to be in the same room as President Drumpf,” Shea shot back. Sasha’s face immediately curtled with disgust.

“You’re so right,” Shea sighed.

“Aren’t I always?”

After they paid for their trinkets, Sasha kept her word to stop for coffee. They managed to fine a little cafe a few stores down, and the smell of fresh food immediately hit Shea as they opened the door. Her stomach growled softly, reminding her that their snack of fries definitely did not do the trick.

“Look at all of the options,” Sasha mused, her eyes wide as she read the menu. The store looked like it could’ve been ripped out of Brooklyn and dropped into Roswell. Knowing the town, probably by means of UFO. The cafe was minimalist, with an overpriced “organic” menu and coffee drinks with weird puns. It was no restaurant, but the panini’s looked fresh and the scent of roasted espresso beans had her craving a latte.

Shea ended up getting a hefty chicken and pesto panini, a large latte, and another sandwich for later. Sasha got one of the salads and a green tea, as well as a sandwich of her own for later. Now they didn’t have to make anymore stops for food, and could probably go straight to the campground after the museum.

“Wanna sit at the table by the window?” Sasha suggested.

“Lead the way, I’m not picky.”

They sank into worn arm chairs and immediately tore into their lunches. Shea’s sandwich was hot, and the pesto was rich on her tongue. She almost groaned with happiness at getting genuinely good food for the first time in a long time. When on a budget as tight as theirs for the summer, it was rare that anything tasted fresh. Sasha looked content with her salad as well, the leaves dark and glistening with dressing. She stabbed her fork through a crouton and popped it into her mouth, chewing happily.

As Shea ate, her attention flickered from staring out the window to admiring Sasha. The other woman was world’s away, her eyes unfocused as she watched cars go by outside. Sitting together like this, completely at ease, made Shea’s imagination overflow with useless daydreams. Would this be what it was like to be on a date with Sasha? Happy, peaceful, content?

If they were on a date, Shea would’ve nudged her foot under the table, initiating a flirty little game of footsie. Maybe she’d steal Sasha’s fork and feed her a piece of lettuce, or sneak a sip of her tea. She wondered if Sasha would do that snorting laugh Shea loved, or if she would blush and hide behind her curly hair. There were so many things Shea longed for, but she’d never let herself actually indulge in. Especially not now that Sasha was leaving.

“Check out the cutie walking by,” Sasha mumbled slyly, her eyes moving away from the window. Shea snuck a peek to see a young guy with a nicely trimmed beard sauntering by. He was totally Shea’s type, just the right mix of hipster and douche. Sasha was used to scoping out hot guys for Shea. Sasha couldn’t possibly know that Shea’s tastes had wildly evolved in the past month.

“Just what I need, a hot guy in a town I’m leaving in less than twenty-four hours,” Shea joked.

“No harm in looking,” Sasha countered. As she went back to her salad, Shea stole one final glance at her best friend. No, there was no harm in looking. Shea had so little time remaining getting to soak in Sasha’s presence anyway. Why not stare until she committed every facet of her features to memory.

After a long lunch, the pair continued on exploring downtown Roswell. The museum was really the only other major attraction aside from more novelty stores. Museum was a bit of a stretch, really. It was more like an archive of old newspapers, as well as published theories about the 1947 UFO event. Clearly it was a museum put together by love and not a budget. Other than the occasional drawing, it was mostly text upon text of firsthand accounts and interviews. They spent hours pouring over the different exhibits, joking around about their own theories and speculations. Shea was able to forget her troubles, just for a while, and enjoy an afternoon with her best friend. It felt like they were in college again, sitting in the library and joking about their essay topics. It seemed like even as adults, there were some things they wouldn’t grow out of.

There was only so much time they could spend in the small museum, and after checking the time, they both decided they should head to the campground. Roswell had given them everything they had wanted to see, leaving Shea feeling satisfied as they exited the museum.

The sun was starting to set, casting the town in a soft, warm light. Their campground was just outside of the town in a state park, and Sasha insisted on driving.

“There’s somewhere I wanna stop first,” she said. Shea didn’t care, she’d follow Sasha anywhere.

They pulled out of the parking spot, and left downtown Roswell in their rearview mirror. It wasn’t long of a drive, and soon enough they were pulling into Bottomless Lakes State Park. There was a sign pointing towards the campground, but Sasha ignored it. She kept driving until she eventually turned off of the paved road and onto a dirt one. Slowly the ground inclined, and Shea could see the expanse of the park beneath them. Finally Sasha pulled off of the path onto a long expanse of flat earth, overlooking one of the larger lakes in the park. The water looked purplish in the fading light, and endless. Surrounding it was clay-coloured dirt, and with the colorful sunset painting the sky, it was absolutely breathtaking. Sasha put the car in park and grinned.

“The roof?”

“The roof.”

Their van was old school, with enough room in the back for a mattress (which they slept on most of the trip), and a ladder on the back door leading up to the roof. Sometimes they liked to sit on top of the car and stargaze, especially when they were so outside of civilization, where the sky was brimming with light. Shea reached back behind her and grabbed the large pillow with the arms for them to lean on, as well as a couple of smaller blankets. She got out of the car and watched Sasha climb up, then handed her the supplies so she could ascend the ladder as well. Once she was over the edge, she could see Sasha was already in place. She held her arm out to Shea, so Shea settled against her best friend with her back to Sasha’s chest. Sasha’s chin rested gently on the top of Shea’s head, and her arm wrapped around her waist.

It truly was a beautiful moment. The park was silent, and the lake was still as the sun slowly sank beneath the far mountains. Stars were just beginning to emerge, reflecting against the water. The air was finally starting to chill after a blazing day, just comfortable enough that the thin blanket strewn over Shea’s legs was enough. The view, paired with the sensation of Sasha’s body underneath hers, made the whole thing feel like heaven.

Fleeting, temporary heaven.

“I think this is my favorite stop,” Sasha admitted. “I wasn’t expecting it, because you know how much I hate the heat. But there’s something about it.”

Shea hummed in agreement. The whole day had seemed surreal. It was like they had traveled to a place removed from time and history. It just existed with it’s little gimmicks and unending desert. There was no Amsterdam, no home to return to. It was just the two of them.

“I’m going to cherish this summer,” Sasha continued. She had that waver in her voice that she always got when she was emotional. Sasha was such a caring person, she always felt things deeply and sincerely. When it came to being sentimental, she was the queen. Shea was usually her foil. She was the pillar, the one who could swallow her feelings like a bitter pill and put on a smile for the rest of the world. But not today. Over the past few weeks she could feel her pillar chipping and crumbling, ready to collapse into a feeble pile of defeat.

“Me too baby,” she whispered, not trusting her voice. Sasha held her tighter, and Shea felt lips on the crown of her head. That was it, it felt like the beginning of goodbye. Vegas was their last stop, and then they’d be apart for years. Shea could feel her heart sinking, like it was dropping into the center of the bottomless lake. She felt dark, and cold, and wet tears welled in her eyes before she could do anything to stop them.

Shea tried to mask it, casually swiping under her eyes like she was rubbing an itch. But Sasha was too perceptive.

“You make it so hard for me to leave,” Sasha admitted. Her fingers stroked soothingly down Shea’s arm, so Shea reached over with her opposite hand to link their fingers.

“I know you need to go, but it just started to sink in, and there’s so much I want to say but I know it’s too late.”

“It’s not too late,” Sasha argued.

Shea sat up and turned so she was facing Sasha. Sasha’s eyes were shiny with unshed tears, and her frizzy blonde hair was falling out of the bun piled on top of her head. She was so beautiful, so familiar, and Shea just wanted to sink into her, lose herself in those wise eyes forever.

“It is,” Shea insisted. “It doesn’t matter what I say. In five days, you’re going to be on a plane to Amsterdam, and I’m not going to see you for years. By the time you come back, things will have changed, we’ll have changed. There’s no use, Sasha.”

Sasha’s lips pursed, and she reached out to cup Shea’s face.

“But won’t you regret it? Not knowing what would happen?”

Shea’s heart stuttered in her chest. Did Sasha know? Shea had barely discovered her feelings, so caught up in her supposed straightness that she didn’t consider Sasha more than just her platonic soulmate. Shea still wasn’t sure what she was, really, she just knew that she was in love with Sasha.

There was no way Sasha could know that, though. Their friendship worked so well because, for both of them, it was platonic. Shea with her endless string of unsatisfactory boyfriends, and Sasha with her beautiful queer lovers. Shea wasn’t anything like the people Sasha was attracted to. And Shea was supposed to be straight, so Sasha wasn’t anything like the douchebags Shea was attracted to.

But here she was, staring into Sasha’s eyes, and the weight of the truth hung silently and heavily in the air between them.

“How can I love you from thousands of miles away?” Shea whispered. As soon as the truth left her lips, it was like an invisible hand was squeezing her lungs, keeping her from breathing as she waited for a reaction. Sasha still met her gaze, unflinching.

“The same way you love me now,” Sasha assured. “The same way that I’ve loved you. Nothing has to change, Shea. We’ve always been so strong, and I know that a little distance won’t change that.”

And there it was. Of course Sasha loved her too, it should’ve been so obvious. If Shea had been in love all of this time, if that had always been the nature of their relationship, then it should’ve made sense that Sasha felt the same way. Their friendship had always bordered on something more. Now Shea knew what that more was. And Shea wanted to believe Sasha. She wanted to believe that this, them, could continue with an ocean between them. There was a fiery confidence in her eyes that warmed Shea’s heart.

Finally, Shea felt hope.

“I believe you,” Shea promised. Sasha smiled, and Shea’s stomach flipped. There was nothing heavy now, it felt like. Now they were among the stars.

Sasha shifted forward, and with her hand still cupping Shea’s cheek, their lips met. The simple act of kissing Sasha assured Shea that this was right, this was what she wanted. It still felt like a goodbye, but like a new beginning as well.

Sasha was wrong, things were going to be different. But that wasn’t a bad thing. Now, with their lips sliding softly together, things were starting to get better. As fingers slipped into Shea’s hair, she knew she had made the right choice.

She wasn’t losing Sasha. They were entering a new chapter.

“I hope it was clear that I love you too,” Sasha added, pulling back. Shea laughed and pressed their foreheads together.

“Yes, it was clear you dork,” she chuckled.

For the first time that entire trip, Shea felt like things were going to be alright.

#sashea #stella #lesbian au #fluff #sasha velour #shea coulee #rpdr fanfiction

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simplyoriginalcharacters · 7 years

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K'uro Leliel (REDUX)

Thank you so much for reviewing this guy the first time around. I did feel like I gave a little too little context to the universe as well as make him seem to overpowered while also failing to actually leave room to develop. I tried to make him less of “all-powerful Bethesda protag” and more like “Pretty Good still, but receiving consequences” I’ve tried to rectify that. Again, thank you, you guys are great.

Read the rest under the cut. ~Cori

Universe

The Teamverse follows the story of various four-person teams called Teams (creative, yes.) The first few were born out of necessity and chance, but by K'uro’s part of the story, the Teams have consolidated and become a proper organization dedicated to fighting any unscheduled trouble in the multiverse. Teams can consist of a cowboy grandma, two Pokemon and a Mobian (Part I), a human, a dubious moraled candy monarch, a Dwemer Neopet, and the literal personification of heroism itself (Part II), or in the case of K'uro’s part (Part III), a cat vampire, a demon Pokemon, a bee child, and Death itself. While there are minor teams for minor problems, the Teams proper are meant for handling really big issues, like say, a rampaging god of destruction. Or Satan.

Appearance

K’uro is a brown-furred Khajiit, with black stripes and pale yellow eyes. He has black pupils and rather prominent fangs as a result of his vampirism. His standard outfit consists of a black leather cuirass over a puffy blood-red tunic, with evil-looking steel pauldrons and matching knee/elbow pads and matching red pants. Think if Dio Brando wore a mixture of his Phantom Blood clothes with his stupid yellow/green jumpsuit. He has a waist/shoulder utility belt filled exclusively with various types of blood vials that he drinks for pleasure and also to not die from being in the sun, due to the fact that hoods don’t exactly alleviate his weaknesses. His shoes and gloves share a pointy, almost claw-like design, and are the same dull black iron color as his cuirass. On the various belts on his boots and his utility belts are various hidden throwing knives of various designs, implying that he simply takes normal kitchen knives and sharpens them in his spare time. He does not wear a hood because hoods and shade to him are absolutely useless, though he sometimes wears a fancy little steel tiara that he adamantly refers to as “The Blood Diadem” despite it being made by an actual child blacksmith as a present for saving Riverwood. He keeps it for sentimental value

Personality

K’uro Leliel is a hedonistic but otherwise lovingly passionate pansexual Khajiit Vampire Lord with a propensity for bad decisions preceding extreme capability. Behind his reckless and party-animal exterior lies a deceptively well-educated individual thanks to his scholarly childhood. K’uro is rather charismatic and seductive, though these are mostly for fleeting flings and bribery. When he truly, genuinely loves an individua, he proves to be a passionate and genuine lover who heartily accepts the idea of a poly relationship. He has a tendency to get involved in people’s business, generally to coax the prospect of a quest and maybe a reward. This is sometimes (commonly) interpreted as an insult. K’uro is not a heavily religious man, despite having sold his soul to no less than 18 deities and demons, but otherwise believes in the idea of Talos worship. (Note: All of these deals became null and void the second he stepped into the Teambase, which turns into a problem when he eventually has to go back home, even momentarily.) He acts before he thinks more often than not, but is quick at assessing a situation. Despite his tendency to get into bad situations in the pursuit of fortune, he displays a considerable capability and confidence not otherwise seen elsewhere.

Powers

K’uro, as both a Vampire Lord and the Dovahkiin, is an extremely powerful individual. He has mastery over a wide variety of Shouts (most commonly Whirlwind Sprint, Slow Time, Unrelenting Force, and Drain Vitality), in addition to a variant of Vampire Blood Magic. Said variant utilizes a form of half-transformation, allowing K’uro to maintain his Khajiit form without fully becoming the monstrous form normally seen by a Vampire, though while in this state he does take on some of the form’s ghoulish features to a lesser degree. The form of Vampire Lord grants K’uro a powerful offensive blast of life-draining energy, the ability to raise moderately powerful corpses, short-range teleportation via turning into bats, increased strength, and the ability to turn his hands into monstrous claws. He can also channel blood not only from his mouth but also his claws. Apart from the Thu’um and the powers granted unto him by his vampiric nature, K’uro is secretly one of the top masters of Alteration magic in the greater Skyrim area. While the status seems rather dull given that Alteration is not as flashy as Destruction or Illusion, and most people in Skyrim don’t use magic any so there’s not much competition aside from maybe Tolfdir, K’uro’s creative uses of its techniques would rival the most flashiest of Destruction infernos. Whether it be effortless telekinesis, stopping time within an radius, constant levitation, or even the creation of steamroller-sized stones from thin air. He manages to hide his status as an Alteration wizard due to how often he uses it as a mundane utility that no one cares to question, or otherwise passes off as standard Vampire Lord powers. In the daytime his powers are halved, he loses his natural healing factor, and is extremely susceptible to fire magic. He also can’t be healed by most means aside from drinking blood. This part is actually more tied to his internal clock than actually being in the sun, and is relative to the world he currently is in. As such, K’uro is naturally weaker after traveling to a different Universe for about 30 minutes as his brain adapts to the location’s time system.

Backstory

K’uro Leliel, birthname J’akuro Levathahrel, was born in 4E 173 in the province of Elsweyr as the only child of a family of well-respected scholars. His parents were well respected members of the Mournhold Museum Memorial Archeologist Guild in the city of Blacklight, and as such frequently traveled back and forth between the Elsweyr and Morrowind. It was during one of these excursions to Blacklight that he met Vivian Mandragora, and the two formed a strong, almost filial bond of friendship.

As a child he displayed a knack for melee combat paired with an unstoppable drive below his lazy and hedonistic exterior. From his youth he noticed that many of the Nordic artifacts his parents often researched seemed to be calling out to something within him, though he much preferred the history of Skyrim’s vampires over Nordic legend. This fascination for vampires came to a head when, while poring over a tome detailing the legend of the Volkihar Vampire Clan, came face to face with a vampire thief sent by the Volkihar clan to retrieve said tome, as it detailed several theories regarding the Prophecy of the Sun. The thief was unnerved by both the lack of fear in the young J’akuro’s eyes and the kitten’s bizarre eagerness to be turned and to learn from the thief. The thief invited the young J’akuro to the Volkihar Clan, which was more of a ploy to escape the premises than an actual promises. Even though he saw the remains of a familiar vampire outside in the market the next morning, J’akuro took the invitation to heart, and pledged to find a way to live in Skyrim to make good on the offer.

His plan involved getting into the College of Winterhold, and lucky for him his family had a sizable collection of books on magical research. Thalmor law in Elsweyr forbade the practice of Conjuration without a license, and while his Illusion and Destruction mastery was nothing to sneer at, his real forte was in the art of Alteration. His prodigious skill in Alteration was enough to convince his parents to send him to the illustrious College at the age of 27. On arrival in Windhelm, J’akuro paid his carriage driver to take him to Solitude, planning to travel from there to Castle Volkihar. The carriage was accosted by a small-time bandit somewhere by Helgen, and in J’akuro’s pursuit of the horse thief he was became accidentally involved in the capture of Ulfric Stormcloak by the Imperial Legion. As he was not on the list for execution in Helgen, the cat created a new name, K’uro Leliel, derived from the Akaviri word for night and the ancient Imperial name for Nocturnal. Hadvar just called him “Prisoner.” Following Alduin’s attack on Helgen and K’uro’s quick escape, he discovered he was Dragonborn while doing work for the Jarl of Whiterun. He soon found himself caught up in an adventure that he figured would be higher priority than becoming a Vampire.

During his long and admittedly drawn out quest to defeat Alduin, he found himself reunited with his old friend Vivian while in Solitude. He learned about the struggling Dragonborn Gallery, a project managed by his family’s old friend Auryen Morellus, and how Vivian was having trouble finding artifacts to populate the empty museum. Feeling a bit of nostalgia from both meeting his friend and how the museum reminded him of home, K’uro made a deal with the Museum as Dragonborn to donate any artifacts he found during his quests, which turned out to be quite a lot. Following the defeat of Alduin, K’uro was hailed as a hero throughout Skyrim (i.e. a few backpats from some bards and Tamriel’s version of a goddamn ticker tape parade), though it was after leaving Sovngarde that he was reminded of his original purpose of even coming to Skyrim in the first place. By that time Vivian had left K’uro to recover a priceless artifact in Elsweyr, so he was able to covertly travel to Solitude and make good on the empty promise of that vampire thief from his childhood.

The Story Coming In

Sometime after assuming the position of Head Vampire by killing Harkon (granted, the man did betray K’uro first), K’uro was visited by the mysterious Dragon Mask, who thrust upon him an Elder Scroll before jumping out the nearest window. The Scroll (Team) foretold of a prophecy from another universe, detailing how K’uro and three other people, represented by a skull, a bee, and a sword, would band together to prevent the rise of a great evil surrounding a specific birth. Soon he finds himself at the Throat of the World once again, though the Time Wound looked different this time. It was a Tear (note, not a Rift, meaning someone opened it up specifically for him) leading to the Teambase. Always up for a new challenge, K’uro packed up a few Blood Potions and throwing knives before jumping in.

Washing up on the beach of the Teambase, K’uro discovered two things. One, his powers were dampened while in the realm. Two, he was in a new world of possibly hundreds of variably powered individuals, thus equalizing his former god-like power. All of this he learned when he attempted to forcefully “convince” the resident security officer Mappy to tell him where the hell he ended up, only to find the rather flabby and loafsome mouse easily parrying his attacks and incapacitating the vampire. It being almost constantly sunny on the Boardwalk didn’t help. Passing out on the beach, K’uro finds himself awakening to his new boss, a pink princess made out of candy. Willing to help the cat vampire in exchange for watching over the mysterious time traveler who washed up before him, PB gave K’uro a Team Communicator, knowing that his powers could be useful beyond simple fieldwork, and also because she knew that she should not leave this irresponsible casanova do anything without careful supervision.

K’uro’s adventures with the time-traveler, an amnesiac Gallade named Muramasa (simply shortened to Murray because Muramasa is a mouthful), are catalogued in the story’s third Part, set 5 years after Part 2, where the Teams are actually established as a proper organization. During these escapades, mostly focusing on stopping the multiversal threat of Nataraja, Lord of the Dance , he becomes smitten with Part I protagonist Sammy Masamune, who himself is much more infatuated with his childhood best friend Melanie. Firm in his distaste for needless love triangles, K’uro decides to win the affections of Sammy by impressing both Sammy and Melanie. He (tries) to achieve this by using some of his divine favors, specifically that of Dibella, the god of femininity, mistakenly believing her to be god of fertility (which may or may not be true in some circles, but here he’s speaking to Nord Dibella, who is most definitely not fertility). This is especially stupid considering that he had another favor from the actual god of family and fertility, Mara. This reckless wish bargaining is an attempt to help Sammy and Melanie bear a child, after learning from Teambase gossip of their infertility due to Egg Groups.

The wish goes wrong, naturally. Dibella was more than willing to exchange her boon of attraction upon K’uro (which he didn’t really need to begin with) for a wish, though as Gods in the TES universe are “people” in their own right, she may have gotten some things wrong. Okay, many things wrong. Nord Dibella had no idea how to start a pregnancy, much less a non-human one, and even much less a non-human one from outside her domain. Still, she made good on her offer to the one who saved her Sybil long ago and technically granted the couple pregnancy. PB, knowing that

Pokemon lay eggs and thus don’t have live pregnancies.

Sammy, as a Samurott and a mammal type thing, and Melanie, as a Leavanny and bug/plant thing, would logically have no way of breeding ever unless something was up.

K’uro is not as good as hiding secrets as he thinks he is, and also the communicator has a camera on it.

-promptly caught on to K’uro’s shenanigans, and with the help of resident diviner Ed the Undying, deduced that said pregnancy would manage to kill both the child and its parents, as well as release the demon bound to Melanie at birth, thus destroying the Teambase. Of course, thiss information had to be kept under wraps for fear of panic, and thus K’uro and Murray’s mission changed from stopping Nataraja first to fixing the huge problem K’uro managed to start by not checking who he has favors from.

So I’m going to keep this critique shorter. Most of the things I brought up in K’uro’s last submission have not been addressed, and I’m disappointed about that.

Under his appearance section, instead of giving me more details on K’uro’s actual appearance, you’ve just described more of his clothing to me. That’s really not helpful in understanding or visualizing your character. Clothing can be changed. Body type, facial features, fur patterns, the things that actually make K’uro unique, are still missing.

You haven’t changed anything about K’uro’s personality section, so my comments about that still stand. His desire to win Sammy’s affection and his want to help Sammy and Melanie start a family is something to work towards, for sure, but I’m surprised that K’uro doesn’t want anything more at the moment.

I stand by what I said earlier that K’uro has too much going on. Whether his powers in this story are stunted or not, that doesn’t change the fact that you’ve still created him to be the best at everything he’s attempted to do. He’s still the chosen one, he’s still the best vampire and the best magician, and he’s still winning favors from deities left and right. You said those deals became null and void, but how is that the case when he calls in a favor from one of those deities later in the story? How can K’uro trade a boon that he’s forfeited by leaving his universe behind? K’uro still doesn’t seem to have any room for conflict or growth based on what you’ve given him. His current story feels like an epilogue that has no relation to his ‘real’ character arc and does nothing to tie up the loose ends that have been left behind–because you’ve given him no loose ends. ~Cori

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