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#BERYL STOP BEING AN ASS GOD
nyameowtherfucker · 3 years
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(how many ever years ago) Kirschtaria and Ophelia ran away as soon as they got their trust funds (pulled it all out and disappeared). probably were wandering around by themselves incredibly lost for awhile because they had minimal life experience. eventually would have met. they probably got a lot of help figuring stuff out from IDK who specifically (ie: someone helped them change their names, get new id cards, open new bank accounts, etc,etc). they now run a bakery a few blocks from the high school. school rumors say he's a prince.
Beryl's probably got the same (or similar) job as Izo and they HATE each other. as in, Izo hates that Beryl likes killing people, and Beryl hates that Izo doesn't like it (its a job/income to him (Izo) and that's it.. he does not LIKE doing it..). low key hopes someone asks for hit on Beryl.
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melodyalanaroster · 2 years
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Miracle Romance
"Oh my god." Alana gasped with tears in her eyes. She stood in front of a large mirror and stared at herself. "I finally look like Serenity." She smiled as she left the dressing room and showed herself to Nathaniel. "You look amazing." Nathaniel smiled. Alana began to cry. “For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to be like her... And now, even for a few moments... I can be her.” Tears made their way down her face as she smiled. "I guess I have to break your one rule." Nathaniel smiled. "You are not dying your hair black." Alana remarked. "I could wear a wig." Nathaniel replied. “But Nath... We talked about this...” Alana began. "I am not letting anyone else be your Endymion." Nathaniel interjected.
Throughout Alana's life, she had made it very clear that Sailor Moon had been a staple to her. It was a staple in the Roster family. By the time Alana reached the point of living in the Black Tower, at least four generations of the family enjoyed it. Including both primary sets of sisters, Margaret and little Ravenna.
She would play pretend with Viktor, Severina and Sam when they were children. She would always be Sailor Moon and Princess Serenity, Viktor was Tuxedo Mask and Prince Endymion, Severina was Sailor Venus and Sam was always Sailor Jupiter. The tree house in Alana's backyard was often the Moon Kingdom and they would frequently save the world. The adventures would always end with the power of love winning and the kids going into the house for a snack.
As the kids reached adolescence, they were forced to stop playing. But, their love of the anime was still prevalent. Alana always kept up with merchandise news and rumors about the release of a second anime. Lynne had made sure that Alana and Sam had their own copies of the manga, original anime and movies. Viktor happily talked about being Endymion to Alana’s Serenity until they were forced to break up. They wanted to continue the fantasy, but circumstance parted them. Severina was always happy to talk to everyone, and toss out ideas for a proper cosplay group, but Sam dampened the idea with the reminder that, as long as Viktor’s and Severina’s fathers remained in control of their lives, they’d never be allowed to do so.
When Lynne moved Alana and Sam to Amouria, things began to change. "She won't shut up about that Nathaniel guy." Viktor growled as he sat down next to Severina. “Viktor, you knew from the day one that you and Mels weren't allowed to be together. She has to find her Endymion." Severina sighed. “But seriously? aunt Lynne moves her and Sam to Amouria and they both immediately find guys they like?” Viktor complained. “You know Mels talks about other guys too. Right now, it could be Castiel, Lysander, Armin or Nathaniel.” Severina tried to make things sound better. “No, it's definitely Nathaniel. She barely mentions the others to me. Mostly about Armin playing games, Castiel being an ass, and Lysander losing his notebook. But she dotes on Nathaniel a lot.” Viktor retorted. Severina sighed. "Viktor... Do you remember what happened to Adonis and Beryl? Their envy got the best of them, they became evil and they died. Please keep a clear head.” She reasoned. "I am not like Adonis and Beryl." Viktor shot. “Viktor, I can't believe I have to be the voice of reason here. Both of our moms made it very clear that aunt Lynne, Mels and Sam have more freedom than we do. They're not blue bloods. They have to find their miracle elsewhere... Although, you and I will probably end up being paired together in an arranged marriage set up by our fathers.” She explained. Viktor thought for a couple of minutes and sighed. "I just thought..." 
The first time Nathaniel ever went into Alana's room, he instantly noticed her Sailor Moon dolls. "They're really hard to find these days... And Sailor Moon means a lot to me..." She said as she explained what the show meant to her. “It's a connection to my past, my closest friends, and my family.” She smiled. Nathaniel looked puzzled for a bit, then smiled. "That's really sweet.". He smiled. He noticed a picture of her, Sam, Severina and Viktor on a shelf and picked it up. “You all look like you’re having so much fun.” He mused. “Yeah... That’s the only time we’ve ever been able to dress up.” Alana sighed, wistfully. The kids were in makeshift Sailor Scout uniforms. Their hair wasn’t perfect, and Viktor’s tux didn’t fit right, but they didn’t care. The photo had been taken a few weeks before Cosima Chevalier’s death, and was one of the last happy memories they had as a group. “Its cute.” Nathaniel chuckled as he looked at her lovingly.
When her mother went into the hospital, Nate arranged it to where Alana and Lynne could sit and watch whatever they wanted in the room. Lynne suggested marathoning Sailor Moon. The days in the hospital weren't as bad when they watched the show and Lynne stayed stable, but there were days where not even fighting evil by moonlight could save the day. But, that didn't keep them from trying. It didn't take them long to get through all five seasons and three movies of the original anime. “I heard they're making a second anime that's supposed to be closer to the manga!” Alana attempted to be cheery. She was sure that she, Severina and Sam had told her about Crystal, but she really couldn’t think of anything positive to say.  “That's lovely! Do you know when it's set to come out?” Lynne asked. “I have no idea. I'm sure Toei will update us when they can!” Alana replied. “I hope its soon.” Lynne smiled. Suddenly, Lynne began coughing and her monitors started to go off. “NURSE! HELP!” Alana cried.
Even when Sam and Alana fought so badly that the Military and RDR felt it was necessary to create a treaty between the two organizations to prevent the sisters from ever being enemies again, it was actually their love of Sailor Moon that truly began to bring them together again. Severina had gotten wind of the fight and forced the girls to go to her house. “OW! RINI! YOU'RE HURTING MY EAR!” Alana whined. “Seriously! What the hell?” Sam whined. “I don't care if I'm hurting you two! This kind of fighting is unacceptable! You two are sisters and you know that this behavior will tear the family apart! I won't allow that!" Severina began to cry as she lead the sisters to her home theater. "What's all this?" Alana asked. "You've forced my hand, so I'm pulling out the big guns!" Severina cried as she grabbed a remote and turned on the screen. Sam and Alana looked at the menu then at each other. "Go figure." Sam grinned. "Of course." Alana grinned. The menu on the screen was the DVD menu to Sailor Moon R: The Promise Of The Rose. By the time the song “The Power Of Love” was playing, tears were streaming down the sisters' faces. "Mels." Sam began to choke. "Sam." Alana's voice wavered. They looked at each other, sadness and regret in their eyes. “Mels... I’m s-so s-sorry f-for what I-I said..” Sam sniffled. “I’m s-sorry t-too S-Sami...” Alana blubbered as she hugged Sam. “I love you.” Sam muttered as she held onto her sister. “I love you too.” Alana murmured. 
When Death’s Domain was getting set up, Alana dedicated a whole room to the series. “You’re seriously going to have an entire room dedicated to Sailor Moon?” Derek had asked. “Yes. Its going to have shelves for merch, posters, and a couch to relax on.” Alana mused. “Melody can have whatever she wants for her apartment. And, if it helps her destress, I most definitely approve.” The  Red Death announced. “Well, the majority of my collection will be in there. There’s going to be something Sailor Moon related in every room.” Alana smiled. “Of course there will be.” Derek facepalmed. “I’m not apologizing. I love Sailor Moon and I wanna showcase it in my home.” Alana laughed. “And I’m sure you’re going to do nothing but post about your collection for a while.” Derek rolled his eyes. “Obviously. Moonies have a good presence online.” Alana mused. “I thought “Moonies” were people who followed the Unification Church?” The Red Death inquired. “Yeah, they are called that, but Sailor Moon fans are also called “Moonies”. I know, in certain circles, I have to be sure to differentiate... But, its what we’re called.” Alana explained as she shrugged her shoulders. The room ended up becoming a paradise for fans of the series. Shelves filled with various collectibles, a couch decorated with two throw pillows and a blanket, a coffee table with two sets of coasters, a large rug, framed posters, plushies, moon and star lights along the walls and showering down the window and a tv mounted on one wall. In contrast to the vast majority of Death’s Domain, the room was an explosion of bright colors.
Nathaniel stepped into the restroom for a few minutes. Alana watched the door in anticipation. When he came out, he was running his hands along the circumference of the black wig, making sure it was in its proper place. The thought of how similar he looked to Viktor shot through her mind. She did her best to suppress that thought. "You don't even like cosplay..." She muttered as she smiled. "You do so much for me, I don't mind doing this for you." He grinned. "Nathaniel! I love you!” She cried as she wrapped her arms around him. “I knew I was going to see Princess Serenity, I didn't know Prince Endymion would be with her!” someone called from behind them. They turned around and saw Sam leaning in the doorway. “Sam! I look just like her!” Alana cried. "I wonder if I can get Ken to be Nephrite." Sam commented. “I'm sure he would be if you asked him. You two would be the perfect Jupiter and Nephrite!” Alana beamed. “I didn't know this was turning into a full on cosplay group!” Ken laughed as he walked up behind Sam. "Why not?" Sam asked. "I'm not sure Viktor would appreciate being Kunzite." Alana remarked. “He'd have to get used to it. Since Nathaniel is Endymion, that demotes Viktor to Kunzite.” Sam stated. "Right because when you guys were kids, Viktor was always Endymion." Nathaniel rolled his eyes. “Viktor has had years to accept his position in my sister's life. If he doesn't accept it, it will not end well for him.” Sam replied. "Do you think he will?" Nathaniel asked. "If he truly cares about her, he will." Sam nodded. “Viktor has known for years that our time ended long ago. Accepting his new position is painful for him, but he is well aware of the fact that it's something that he must do.” Alana explained.
A few minutes later, Renee walked into the room. “You both look magnificent! The girls and I have gotten a backdrop ready, would you two mind taking a few pictures?” She beamed. Alana smiled and turned to Nathaniel, a very hopeful look on her face. "Would you be okay with that?" She asked. Nathaniel nodded. "Sure." He grinned. They followed Renee into a room. "Oh my god! You two look utterly amazing!”, “You look beautiful Mels! Nathaniel, you look so handsome!”, “True Moon and Earth royalty!” the other girls cooed when they saw them. “I think we should do a cosplay group. I'm Jupiter and Rini will be Venus.” Sam commented when she walked in. "I volunteer to be Mercury!" Renee cheered. "I'll be Mars." Lyra smiled. "I'll be Pluto." Veronica beamed. "I don't mind being Saturn." Nora suggested. "I wonder if we could get Lucy and Noelle to be Uranus and Neptune." Sam pondered. "We could also see about getting Ravenna to be Chibi Moon." Alana proposed. “I think that would be fantastic. Who would be the rest of the Shitennou?” Lyra asked. "I could see if Armin could be Jadeite." Alana thought out loud. "Are we really setting up a cosplay group?" Nathaniel asked. Sam looked at Nath, as if he had said something really stupid. "Do you not realize how highly rated Sailor Moon cosplay groups are?" She asked. Nathaniel shook his head. “Sailor Moon cosplay groups are some of the most elite cosplayers in the anime world. Sailor Moon being one of the most iconic anime in history, it is instantly recognizable. The cosplayers take some of the most beautiful pictures, make some of the coolest videos, and even do events. They may not be unionized like Star Wars' 501st Legion, but they come together and coalesce with great ease whenever they recognize each other. Children who recognize them run up to them the same way that they do with superheroes, and typically, they are nice to them. It is a sisterhood of love and justice.” Sam explained. "Not to mention how fun it would be to finally be in one." Alana cooed. “We'd still need Zoisite.” Veronica stated. "I wonder if Derek could be him." Nora pondered. “Uh, guys? Can we please get to the photoshoot?” Renee asked impatiently. 
After posting for photos for what felt like an eternity, Nathaniel and Alana went into the changing room to get out of their cosplays. "You do look really beautiful in that." Nathaniel smiled as he took the black wig off. Alana blushed. "Do you really think so?" She asked nervously. “Of course. You look magnificent.” He blushed as he walked over to her and kissed her. “Thank you for doing this my love. It means the world to me.” Tears came to Alana's eyes as she spoke. “I love you my Melody.” Nathaniel cooed as he wiped a tear from her cheek. “I love you so much Nathaniel!” She mused as she threw her arms around him.
A few weeks later, in the early hours of the morning, several cars arrived at an old castle in the country. “This place looks amazing! Perfect for our photo shoot!” Alana cheered as she got out of the car. “Welcome to the Astarian Royal Palace Lady Melody!” A woman with long brown hair, sunglasses and wearing a knee length blue dress beamed as she walked up to them. “Mrs. Reynard, I presume?” Alana asked as she shook the woman's hand. “Yes ma'am. We spoke over the phone.” the woman smiled. “You are fully aware as to why we need the palace today. Am I correct?” Alana inquired. “Yes. For your little photoshoot. Cosplay, I believe.” Mrs. Reynard replied. “Yes. Sailor Moon. Its important the palace be the backdrop to this shoot.” Alana stated. “The photographer will be here in a few minutes to set up. They'll need time.” Mrs. Reynard explained. “That's fine. We need time to prepare.” Alana smiled.
After a couple of hours, the members of the group began to step out of their respective preparation rooms and into a lounge. Lynne Roster as Queen Serenity, Sam as Sailor Jupiter, Severina as Sailor Venus, Renee as Sailor Mercury, Lyra as Sailor Mars, Noelle as Sailor Uranus, Lucy as Sailor Neptune, Nora as Sailor Saturn, Veronica as Sailor Pluto, Ravenna as Small Lady Serenity, Viktor as Kunzite, Ken as Nephrite, Armin as Jadeite, Derek as Zoisite, Nathaniel as Prince Endymion and Alana as Princess Serenity. When the entire group was gathered in the lounge, tears filled Alana's eyes. “It's so beautiful!” she happily cried out. “Awe! Mels!” Severina cheered as she hugged Alana. “This was a fantastic idea!” Lynne beamed. "How long do we all need to wear this?" Armin asked, slightly uncomfortable. “Just a few hours. We're gonna get a TON of shots! ” someone replied as they walked up. It was a young woman with short platinum blonde hair, bright green eyes, and pale skin. She wore black pants, a white button up top and a deep blue beret. "You all look so regal!" She cheered. “Alright everyone, let me introduce you to you Catarina. She's a friend of mine from boarding school. She's the photographer I told you guys about!” Severina introduced. “Hello everyone! It is an absolute pleasure to meet you all!” Catherine bowed. ” Severina introduced. “Hello everyone! It is an absolute pleasure to meet you all!” Catherine bowed.
The photoshoot took several hours, and took place at various locations within the castle grounds. Lynne insisted on at least one family shot with Sam and Alana, and one with Sam, Alana, Severina, Ravenna, Ken, Nathaniel, and Viktor. “This is odd. I don't quite know the anime, but those characters aren't actually family, aren't they?” Catarina asked, curiously. “Not exactly... I mean, Queen Serenity, Princess Serenity, and Small Lady Serenity are three generations of lunar royalty, and Prince Endymion is Princess Serenity's husband and Sailor Chibi Moon's father... But, this shot isn't about the show's family. It's about their family.” Lyra explained. “Oh. That's sweet!” Catarina smiled. Alana insisted each “couple” got their own picture. Viktor wasn't too happy that his couldn't be with Alana, but he didn't mind posing with Severina. Kentin was very happy to have a romantic pose with Sam. "Nephrite and Jupiter look so fantastic!" Renee cheered. “Are you kidding? I've been wanting to do this set for a long time!” Sam beamed. “My favorite part of all of this. I hate this wig, but being your knight is worth it.” Ken mused as he looked at Sam lovingly. "This is awkward." Derek rolled his eyes when he and Renee had their turn. "Oh grow up!" Renee snapped. "Derek... You know what happens when Renee gets mad!" Alana laughed. “Yeah... She gets pretty scary.” Derek sighed. Everyone laughed as Renee forced Derek into a somewhat romantic pose. "But this is so awkward!" Derek whined. "Just do it!" Renee demanded. When their part of the shoot ended, Derek sat down and shot back a bottle of water. “That was weird. "Lyra, Armin, you're up!" Alana cheered. “Now this will be interesting! ” Ken chuckled. “And in Dragon Ball references Armin! Toei may own both franchises, but now is not the time to try to mix the two!” Sam ordered. “Awe come on! That takes part of the fun out of it!” Armin whined. “Armin, if we were doing a smaller photoshoot, I wouldn't mind a few “fun” shots. So please be more serious.” Alana urgent. "Fine." Armin sighed as he and Lyra took their places in front of the camera. 
“God that was exhausting! Who'd have thought that Cosplay would be THAT much work?” Nathaniel whined he crashed onto the living room couch at Death's Domain. "If you had cosplayed as the Winter Soldier when Armin and I cosplayed as Captain America and Black Widow at that Marvel Exhibition in High School, you would have known, first hand, A LOT sooner!" Alana shot as she crashed down next to him. "You still won't let me live that down?" He asked. "Nope." She chuckled. "Why not?" He asked. “Because Armin and I worked our asses off to do our characters justice and we were hoping you would join in on the fun. Especially considering how Natasha and Bucky get together in the comics several times, so it would have been a cute “couple's cosplay” for you and me. Not to mention how cosplay is more than just “wearing a costume”. When someone properly cosplays, they also wish to play the character, even for just a day. They temporarily escape reality and enter the one the character they're cosplaying as resides in. Weeks, months, and even years are spent building props and even hand making the items and outfits. There is a lot of blood, sweat and tears that go into it!” She explained. "I know you and Armin love it, but I don't think I could do it as often as you want to." Nathaniel sighed. “I get that. Its not for everybody. But, I'm thankful you did it for me.” Alana Mused. “I love you Alana. You always do so much for me... And it has been a long time since I've been the "prince" to your "princess." He grinned. "And I'm sure rubbing it Viktor's face added to your enjoyment.” She chuckled. "That did make it a bit more fun." He smirked. "I really wish you wouldn't antagonize him." She sighed. over you and find someone else. It's the same with Castiel. You're not going to be with him, so he needs to quit pining." He shot. "Yes, but with Castiel, you two have reached a mutual agreement, and he has angered me in such a way that I spat that truth with him." She chimed in. "Which makes the situation with Viktor worse. had your family and Severina telling him for years... Yet he insists." He huffed as he rolled his eyes. "Despite that, he is still one of my best and oldest friends. We were raised together and are still like family. Can you at least try to play nice with him?" She requested. Nathaniel looked at her annoyed. "Please! Pretty please! My sweet Endymion…” Alana begged as she playfully batted her eyes. He thought for a minute and exhaled. “Fine. ” He sighed. "Thank you." She mused. “But if he oversteps the boundaries that you and I put in place, I won't be so kind.” He stated. She cuddled up next to him and kissed his cheek. "I love you Nathaniel." She cooed. He put his arms around her and kissed her forehead. "I love you too Alana."
Several weeks later, after the images from the photoshoot had been posted and gone viral, an idea came to Severina's mind. She turned to Alana and Sam and smiled. "What?" Sam asked. “What if we did a cosplay concert?!” Severina cheered. “Nope. I'm not singing.” Alana stated. “PLEASE! We could choose a song from Sailor Moon and singing it at a convention!” Severina urged. “Really? What song would we even do?” Sam asked. “What about “Moon Effect”? It's sung by all of the scouts!” Severina cheered. “Please no. I don't sing.” Alana begged. "But, you wouldn't be alone... And we can't do it without our Sailor Moon!" Sam sneered. “Honey... You're such a beautiful singer! Please!!!!” Severina pleaded. “No…” Alana muttered. “Damn it Mels! Just do it! We all know that you sing when you're alone! On top of that, Nath, Rini, Viktor, Mom and I have all been telling you for years that we all think your singing is beautiful! So, just do it!” Sam snapped. "Don't forget how your teammates think so too." Severina added. Alana thought for a few minutes and huffed. “Fine. I'll do it.” She sighed. “Huzzah! Let's do it at Comic Con!” Sam cheered. "No! That’s too big a venue!" Alana pleaded "That's why it should be done there! You'll get over your stage fright on one of the biggest stages on the Convention Circuit!" Sam explained. "My babies singing a Sailor Moon song in full cosplay? I'd love to help you with it!" Lynne cheered as she walked up to them. "Fantastic! We'll make it a family project!" Severina smiled. Alana looked around at the other women, thought for a few minutes, sighed, and sheepishly grinned. “I guess the Roster Family women are putting on a show!”
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Words cannot describe how badly I've wanted to write something Sailor Moon related to my story... 
Sailor Moon means a lot to me... It was my mom’s and my “thing”. No matter how much we fought, argued, and went at each other’s throats, we always bonded over the series. The first and last time I watched it in it’s entirety was with her just before her disease started taking its hold. She was the one who got me my first bits of merch, who was always happy to talk to me about it. The last Christmas gift I got her was a blanket with all the scouts on it, and she gave me plushies of Luna and Artemis. When mom died, Sailor Moon came to mean so much more to me. My aunt made me pendants with her ashes in them that look like the Legendary Silver Crystal, I got Pluto’s Garnet Rod tattooed on my back, and I became more adamant about collecting items. Each time I get a new item, I feel closer to her... There are times where I’ll even burst into tears because of Sailor Moon making me think of her....
Yes, I used the character sprite of Nathaniel that I edited from the Dark Chocolate Steward to make him look more like Endymion. I made his hair black, and edited his rings and earrings out.
Little tip... The bit about Adonis won't make sense unless you've read the Codename Sailor V manga.... If you’re not in the mood to read it, Adonis was a lowly Venusian soldier who was in love with his princess (Venus). Venus fell in love with Kunzite instead of him. He found her on Earth and cursed her to never be able to have love again, thus freeing more of her time up to focus on her duty as the leader of Princess Serenity’s Sailor Guardians.
This was originally going to be a Valentine's Day special for 2020. Then 2020 became the dumpster fire that it was and my real life needed more of my attention....
The majority of this does take place during the first year between University Life and Love Life. Before Nath and Alana go on their globe trotting adventure. The flashback section takes place at various points in time.
Credit goes to:
Naoko Takeuchi for Sailor Moon
@candysweetposts for the Princess Serenity Pack (seriously, thank you for going through with my request!)
@chinomiko and Beemoov for My Candy Love
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abbidavisart · 3 years
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Dream Queens! Queen Helia (oc) and Queen Badiane redesign Part one here Backstory and Design Notes under the cut
In canon Badiane is described as “a witch from another world”, and while she has a castle her only subjects are four literal children fd. Because of this I’m confident in saying that like Beryl, “Queen” is a chosen title, rather than an actual position of power. She’s got basically no backstory in canon, so this is all heacanon babey!! She was born a a high ranking aristocrat on their home planet Limina. Her family was “old blood”, so to speak, and felt themselves superior to most other oneiroi and especially to dreamers. To her, dreamers are basically batteries to be used for their dream energy then discarded. She felt that they should be the dominant species in the galaxy, and that their planet should be gaining power and subjugating others. This is drastically opposed to the position of the royal family, who emphasize positive interspecies relations and generally staying in your lane.
Badiane’s dark hair and pale skin made her superficially more like their ancestors, the first generation of oneiroi birthed by Nyx. This and her powerful magic made her a figurehead for oneiroi with anti-royal sentiments. Badiane’s growing resentment of the monarchy drew more negative dream energy to her, eventually turning her into a Mara. Queen Helia being the last of her line and having no heir weakened the position of the royal family in the eyes of the people, allowing her rebellion to grow quietly. Helia was the true Queen of Limina; and the last of remaining survivor of her lineage, descended from the Gods Morpheus and Calliope. Her family’s sailor crystal is tied to the Blue Star of Deneb, the tail of the constellation Cygnus. The Deneb crystal gives its holders power over dreams and divine inspiration. However, the Queen’s deep loneliness weakened her powers, and eventually led her heart to break. She tore her the crystal shard from her chest and buried it in the castle’s sacred garden, praying for a child. It’s said the gods took pity on their faithful daughter, as a baby was formed around the shard of her heart, and she took the child as her own.
Badiane knew that having an heir would rejuvenate the people’s faith in the monarch, so she made a last ditch swipe at power. She attempted to kill the baby princess. She was stopped and grevously injured by Helia, who punctured her chest with her bare hands in fury. Badiane and her few apprentices fled the planet, Poupelin taking his younger brother with him. She spent years slowly stealing the dream energy of children throughout the galaxy, feeding it into herself and making the black hole of dream energy she commanded larger. Then Sailor Moon kicked her ass in like an hour.
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You Should Go (Even If I Can't Follow)
Summary: Logan is about to do something that would be the biggest mistake of his life. Virgil intends to do something about it. 
(Side story to the You Hear What You Want (But You Never Wanted Me) verse. Special thanks to @greenninjagal-blog for the amazing title!)
Ships: Platonic Analogical 
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“So— What did they say?”
Virgil noticed that Logan was avoiding his gaze. Looking down, sideways, just anywhere else except his eyes. That was...unnerving. Especially when Logan had been such an avid believer of the power of eye contact. Relentless onyxes behind glinting glass. Always so bright and shone as much as the stars he so adored. 
“It doesn’t matter Virgil. I’m— I’m not going,”
Logan might as well have told him that he wanted to go to Clown School. 
“...What? Why?” 
Logan pushed up his glasses. He might as well be trying to explain their thermodynamics unit to Virgil again. 
“I— Virgil, it’s competitive— Only the top 1% of applicants will be accepted. And the students aiming for the spot were— They’ll all be wildly successful students—”
“Successful like...Like you?” Virgil gestured vaguely to his friend. To the As he had strung up from each semester like a string of pearls. To the praises from literally every teacher they ever had wreathed around his academic career like a garland of flowers. To— To him.
“I, really— Let’s just focus on our project—”
“Logan—” He pushed away their materials across from the desk they were using in the local library, “I just...I thought this is what you wanted? It’s a scholarship in Astrophysics. It’s— I thought this was your dream.  Do you, do you have something else on your mind?”
“It is,” Logan was quick enough to amend. Good. So his friend hadn’t miraculously hit his head and forgot about literally the only thing he talked about since Virgil had met him. “It still is. But like I said, competition will be tough. Cutthroat, even. And there’s still so much that I lack,” Logan explained, fidgeting with the tie around his neck. The very same tie Virgil saw him wear before leaving for the preliminary tests to gain the scholarship. 
“But they said you pass?”
“I—”
“Logan, dude, did you pass the test?”
He sees Logan bite the inside of his cheek.
“...Yes. I passed. They..They want me to come in for an interview,”
Virgil exhaled, relief flooded his chest and filled it with something warm. 
“Then there you go,”
“..But what then?” Logan's short outburst sounded nearly snappish while he looked very frustrated, “I talked to— To Collin. You remember Collin—”
Virgil didn’t. Not really. Someone Logan met online, someone that has something to do about the scholarship. Someone whose opinions were apparently important enough that Logan had staked his entire future on. 
“—He said— He was saying that this— This was just the beginning,” Logan laughed. Low enough that they probably won’t be getting the stink-eye from the other library patrons. But edged with hysteria enough that it sounded kind of breathless, “And that everything will get tougher from now on. And I thought— I thought—”
He deflated. And Virgil could almost feel his heartbeat pounding in the silence between them. He let his friend calm down, and Virgil didn’t push when Logan cleared his throat. He smiled when the other boy took deep breaths. 4-7-8, just like he taught Virgil before, once upon a sleepless night.
“...I thought— I thought that...How in Newton’s name did I ever think I could?” He twisted his hands. Oh god, Virgil knows the feeling. He knows the insidious whisper, the voice that disguises itself with well meaning intentions and self preservation like the voice of his own mother. As if the voice hadn’t walked with him hand in hand, closer to him than his own shadow.
So he knew them a little too well. 
However, the thought of Logan of all people being familiar with that kind of feeling left a bitter taste on Virgil’s tongue. 
“That you could do it?” Virgil’s words were more for clarification rather than confirmation. He didn’t need to see Logan look away and nod.
“Yes. That is to say...I do not think I am cut out for this. Especially now. They won’t...They would not find me suitable.” He listed out things like he listed out constellations and nebulae, “I am frank. Abrasive. Straight forward. Ill-tempered. Everything that might jeopardize the interview. So, I think I should, I should quit while I’m ahead,”
Virgil opened his mouth to argue. To point out how bullshit it was. He wanted to shake some sense into him because goddamn Logan. He wanted Logan to know that if he were the night sky, then his virtues will be just like the stars. Impossible to count. Unfathomable. Unquestionable. 
But Logan had stopped saying anything else after. He wouldn’t listen to anything else after. And well, that was that.
For Logan, at least. For Virgil, it only served to conjure snakes in his stomach. Ones that writhed and left him feeling uncomfortable and restless. He realized later, hours after parting with Logan that it was the feeling that something was wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. That there was a huge mistake.
That he needed to do something. 
So days later, where Virgil cornered him at the library with his laptop tucked under his arm. His eye bags were darker, the taste of coffee lingered on his tongue, and his heart pitter pattered from the caffeine. He saw Logan’s puzzled expression even before he reached their table as he grinned. He couldn’t see it, but his grim was less friendly and more...maniacal. Logan rightfully looked a little scared. Because if Virgil was being honest, asking Remus to be in charge of the coffee was probably not a good idea. 
He set the laptop down, a little harder than strictly necessary.
“Virgil,” He greeted, “Greetings. I’m not aware we were meeting today,” Was all that Logan said, sounding faintly confused. 
“I don’t know,” Virgil flipped the laptop open and zeroed in on his friend’s bewildered expression. 
“...Me neither since you just barged in like this. Is there anything I can do for you?” Virgil faintly heard Logan taking a whiff. And then nearly made a double take, “Are you— Did you have coffee? You never drink coffee,”
“Three cans,” Virgil’s quip was as fast as him flipping his laptop open, “and it’s growing on me. The point is—” He paused, feeling suddenly woozy from the caffeine rush. Virgil shook his head and continued, “Point is, I don’t know how to tell you, not in the way I know how. So. This is what we’re gonna do,”
“T—tell me?”
“Firstly. Logan,” He pointed a finger towards Logan, who Virgil wasn’t surprised that he looked halfway from calling someone for help, “Lo-- Logan Elijah Beryl. Ehem,” Virgil took a deep breath, as if he was moments away from bestowing a disciple with a revelation, “Don't you DARE think for a moment that you don't deserve the scholarship. Don’t you even-- Because you do.”
Logan’s eyes were glassy.  For a moment, he sees Virgil blur. Part of him was sure that it might be from unshed tears. Because to think that Virgil would want to show support to him in his language...Through ways that are important to Logan. It was...humbling, touching. 
(Then again, it might also be because Virgil is vibrating out of existence due to the sheer strength of Remus’ coffee. Logan had seen the damage that the substance had done before. Once you drink that, you might as well call walking to the couch cardio.)
“If they end up not picking you because of a freaking interview, then it’s their loss. And fuck it, I’m going to get that through your nerdy brain even if it’s the last thing I do—”
Virgil swung his laptop to face Logan, where a Powerpoint presentation was already set up to Slideshow. 
LOGAN BERYL WILL KICK ASS, HIS BRAIN IS JUST MEAN
By: Virgil Picani. 
Logan couldn’t help but laugh weakly.
“Secondly,” Virgil slumped to a seat and hit enter, “Is buckle up. There are 300 slides and we are not leaving until I go through each and every single one,”
“I…”
“There are charts. And references. I did it in APA though but-- Um, anyway. So. Do you— Do you wanna listen to what I gotta say?”
(Virgil would smile in triumph when he ended up only needing to get to slide 160.)
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I dont know if you're taking requests but is there a chance where you could do just a jason (could be jercy I dont mind) fic where his mum is still alive and after the events of HoO (i dont know keep leo alive i dont care really oops) he goes to see her but she is still really desperate for Jupiter or something. I dont know I just want some jason and his mum things. We have sally and percy and piper and her dad but very little jason and beryl.
Anon I'm sorry it took so long to get to this. You sent it just as I was taking my fanfic writing break. But I hope I've done you well. This is very sad and very heart breaking and I'm sorry.
masterlist; my links
TW: childhood trauma, mother-child argument
CW: grief
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Jason takes a deep breath, but no amount of oxygen in the world could stop his body from shaking at the task ahead of him. A hand slips into his, squeezes his trembling fingers. It settles the electric pulses under his skin, enough that he has the courage to ring the doorbell.
There’s a shuffling inside, and he turns to the boy next to him, eyes wide with fear. Before he can even say anything Percy is cupping his face gently,
“You can do this. And if you can't we can go. There is nothing keeping you here."
The words wash over him like cool water in a raging fire.
The door opens. A lady with blonde hair and eyes a dulled weeping blue greet him.
"Who are you?" She frowns, glancing between the two of them.
A boy with skin as brown as rich tree bark and emerald eyes staring into her, and a boy with skin as pale as the morning sun and lightning eyes that crackle with intensity.
"Hello mother."
The inhale is sharp enough to cut his skin. He flinches involuntarily.
"You are alive?" She says it like there was no possibility.
"No thanks to you." His voice is raw with fury, with pain.
"Can we come in Miss Grace?" Percy interrupts, sensing the volatile air zinging with too much pent up emotion.
She gives him a cursory glance but steps aside.
The house is small, bigger than the trailers and hotel rooms of his faded childhood, but small for the amount of fame she gained and fawned over.
There are magazines, mostly Olympus propaganda, scattered on available surfaces, and empty glasses sitting on tables and next to chairs. But it is the pictures, huge and framed, of her in her youth or her with a blonde haired, blue-eyed man that catch his attention. Something like dread coils in his stomach. She is not? She couldn't be. Not after all these years.
She shuffles them to the kitchen, and settles herself behind the counter. The two boys look at each other and awkwardly take a seat at the bar stools on the opposite side.
"What do you want Jason?" He sees the way she fights to stop her lip from curling. It stabs his heart. "I don't have any money."
He wants to ask what she's done with it but by the look of this place he wouldn't be surprised if she tried to spend it buying illegal drachma or something. Anything to talk to the "love of her life".
"I don't want money mother," His voice is soft. It is quaking. "I wanted to see you. Find out how you are after all these years."
"How I am?" She whispers. Oh no. Oh gods. "How do you think I've been?" She spits. "I have not seen your father in fifteen years and yet his aura surrounds me like a noose. I have not seen my children since they were barely at my hip."
He is too afraid to say anything. It has always been like this. It will always be like this.
"I suppose it is my fault." She sneers. "That I haven't seen you or your smart-ass sister. I guess even I wouldn't come back after being abandoned. But sometimes," And her blue eyes spark with something not entirely human, "Sometimes we must make sacrifices in order to get what we want."
"And did you mother?" He is shaking again, but this time it is burning rage that fuels him. Percy grabs his hand under the counter.
"Did I what?"
"Did you get what you want?" He is exploding from the inside out. "Did you leave me in the dark woods so you could build a life in boring house on a boring street pining after an arrogant, unfeeling being who doesn't love you?"
They have always been matched in spirit, in temper. "How dare you!" She screeches. It is bullets in his ear drums. "You insolent child! How dare you insult the king of gods?“
The world is quiet as he looks her over. As he finally takes in the thin, bleeding-hearted woman in front of him. Less than a shell of her former glowing presence. No longer the Sunshine of the Screen. Merely a woman who cannot understand why the one she loves does not love her.
"Because i have met him and he is nothing but a coward who wishes to control people by punishing them."
"He has only ever been kind to me." She breathes dragon flames. There is a quiver in her exhale.
"Has he mother?" Jason looks around. Percy is still holding his hand, nails biting into his skin. "Because it looks to me like he's punishing you."
"Get out Jason Grace." She has snapped. He hopes it leads her to something better than whatever life she currently lives. "And never come back."
He stands up, he holds Percy. Percy holds him. "I hope we can meet on better terms some day Mom."
She just opens the door, eyes a stormy blue. Her cheeks are flushed. She looks alive.
"Goodbye." He says softly.
Beryl Grace slams the door and it echoes in the caves of his heart.
Jason turns to Percy and before he can say one word the boy is gathering him in his arms. The first tear falls.
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@aureateargentum Percy and Jason Bro posts? Well here you are.
It's rough for them at first.
They're both leaders and its werid for them not to be in charge but by the God's it is a huge relief. And they slowly start to get to know each other, not as great heroes but as each other.
And they compliment each other. Percy as the mischievous, punk kid in the back of the class with a trouble making streak a mile wide and Jason as the golden boy.
(throwing in my Jason was raised by wolves and acts like it headcannon cos this is my house and I make the rules)
But as Percy gets to know him, he learns that's not the case at all. He notices Jason trying not to growl at people, the way he looks so uncomfortable in his own cabin and how he glares at his shoes. How his own camp seem reluctant to follow him at times.
And just how much Jason can struggle with being the golden child of Jupiter.
And while he didn't spent that long in the Wolf House... Percy puts two and two together. And to Jason's relief he accepts him. Let's Jason curl up at the foot of his bed with a thin blanket.
Both of them understanding each other in ways most can't, having responsibility and greatness thrust upon them.
Percy let's Jason relax, let's him have fun and remember what it means to be a kid. They watch recorded movies, Harry Potter and Star wars and quote them during battle.
It's as awesome and dorky as it sounds.
Jason let's Percy know he's valid, that he's not alone and stops him from drowning in his own guilt and fear. They spend nights talking about what ifs and while Jason doesn't always know what to say he's a great listener.
Percy tells Jason about Thalia, and smiles at just how in awe Jason is at his big sister. He tells him e ergthing he knows and while it's not alot, Jason's never been happier.
They bond over broken families, Percy hearing all about Beryl Grace and having to be physically restrained from going to hunt her ghost down. He makes sure every promise made to Jason is kept. And if there's a massive storm and lightning that hits a certain museum...after hearing about Gabe...Well Percy is smiling at the coincidence.
They go to Sally's who adopts Jason on the spot and it becomes his home away from home. He is so embarrassed when he accidentally rips up an old slipper and through his laughter Percy calms him down.
Puppy mode Jason results in a loads of cuddles and protective big brother Percy. (and so many pictures from both him and Sally of Jason being adorable for the scrapbook)
Percy ruffles Jason's hair everytime he does something awesome. It is very frequent because no one praises Jason Alexander Grace and that's a crime.
And anytime the other is feeling overwhelmed they step in. No ones allowed to insult Percy's intelligence after Jason sees just how much it effects him. And Jason will never let that slide or let him forget how great he is.
Someone calls Jason a less impressive Percy and Percy wax poetry's on how great Jason is to both camps and verbally beats up the ass hole.
They become a fearsome duo, on the battlefield it's like watching the sky and sea become one. It's beautiful and terryfying. But it's not just in a fight, they quote movies (there favourite is Tangled) at random points in the day doesn't matter which one it always has a retort.
They are undefeated in super smash bros.
Jason doesn't die because Percy threatens Zeus himself to bring him back and here it is:
When Percy falls, Jason becomes a wreck. He tries to keep everyone safe and is often found passed out crying in Percy's bed. And when Percy returns they sit for hours holding each other, they can't speak they just sit in silence and hold each other and remember that it's all real.
Jason ensures Percy eats and is the only one who can get through to him when he's hallucinating. He stops Percy from pushing others away and he helps him heal. And Percy ruffles his hair, it brings back memories of a simpler time and let's Jason know he's is doing alright.
They are the only ones unafraid by and the only ones that understand what and how to deal with the other going dark. That one moment of breaking down doesn't make them weak and they seek each other out after.
There's an annual joint camp celebration and...
"Ladies, Gentleman, all valid identies can I have your attention please?" Says Percy "I want to thank everyone for their efforts in the war, we kicked mother earth's ass and I couldn't be more proud... But there is someone I want to thank personally."
Percy turns to Jason and holds his hand "Jason, Alexander Grace. You are badass, awesome and the single best cuddler I have ever met. You held the fort while I was gone and stopped e erhthing from exploding. You've been by my side and I'm ever so thankful...sooo would you do me the honour..."
Percy gets on one knee, holding up a box with a blueberry ring pop "of being my bro"
Jason smiles, tears rolling down his cheeks "I would love to be your bro"
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ig the thing that gets me about wodime is that the reveal of his true intentions following his defeat and beryls betrayal just makes him out to be even WORSE than we thought. Initially his goal of making a new humanity where no ones potential would ever be squandered and they could move past the gods is like "ok fine whatever cool motive still murder" but then you learn that he was in a time loop from the alien god to save humanity SEVEN TIMES to revive each of his friends, and that he grew to love humanity more and more each time and
And he still threw it away. Because despite everything, being a mage means to throw away your humanity
Wodime is genuinely tragic in the sense that despite his noble intentions, hes still ultimately choosing what is objectively a horrific path for his goals because its the only thing that makes sense to him due to fucked up mage society. He KNOWS mage culture is complete bullshit and that it hurts innocent people for no reason but he cant even see past himself for it. Despite going through (a simulation of) the human order incineration SEVEN TIMES to save each of his friends, and making allies the same way guda did, loving them more and more each time, it was still easy for him to throw it away. Despite loving his servants, he still treated Caenis like a disposable tool, despite his lamentations on how he wanted to know them more and small stuff like attending one of Eli's concerts, he was still a complete ass hat to his allies.
And Beryl even calls him out on it, disgusted that Wodime had the gall to act like he was noble despite the fact that hes commiting genocide on panhuman history. Beryl, who is someone so in love with his own depravity and all about accepting how evil humanity is, was disgusted that Wodime lied to himself this entire time. But at the same time, Wodime genuinely believes in what he's doing. He was willing to die as part of the old humanity to let the new one rise and genuinely loved Ophelia and the rest of the Crypters as his treasured allies.
And the icing on the cake is that, had the Alien God not interfered, Wodime and the rest would have. Just been revived from the coffins. And he would likely have been genuinely good friends with Guda. He dislikes that Guda is trying to stop his "noble vision" but he also genuinely respects them for making it as far as they did and CONTINUING to strive.
Wodime you complete tragic dumbass
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theaviskullguy · 3 years
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like the lazy ass i am, instead of writing it normally have a post about my danganronpa au
Characters
Goggles Montoya- Ultimate Lucky student
Rider Clark- Ultimate Fighter
Army Vallaha-Williams- Ultimate Actor
Forge Vallaha-Williams- Ultimate Solider
Aloha Palliah- Ultimate Dancer
Diver Vauge- Ultimate Swimmer
Mask Kane- Ultimate Hacker
Skull Beryl- Ultimate Archer
Aviators Jones- Ultimate Baker
Gloves Elaris- Ultimate Gymnast
Emperor Castilo- Ultimate King
Prince Castilo- Ultimate Mage
Niki Pacer (N-Pacer)-Ultimate nurse
Eging Jr- Ultimate speedster
Vintage Auclare- Ultimate Detective
one short of a full dangan cast but shut
I’ll be doing two chapters per post, so here’s part 1!
Executions will be represented by chunks of bold text. Most of these are incredibly gruesome, so I’d advise you skip them if you’re sensitive to that stuff!!!
Also, obviously trigger warnings for blood/ink, death, 
Prologue: Rainy day mystery
It’s nothing too big, honestly. Really, there’s a gala inviting some of Inkopolis’ greatest fighters to this really swanky hotel. A rain storm comes and basically locks them in, causing the gang to have to stay the night in suites that seem to have been tailored to them specifically. The next day the rain has stopped, but everything is still locked. There’s no way in or out of the Hotel. At noon, they’re called to the ballroom and BOOM. There’s Monokuma.
Our favorite half and half bear explains that, the reason this gang in specific was invited was because all of them were prodigies in their fields other than Turf Wars/Ranked (i.e, Army is a god-tier actor, and Vintage's record for fastest case solved was 30 seconds), and from now on that would be their “Ultimate”. Monokuma also revealed that, the only way to escape the Hotel is to get away with murder. (and also the other rules)
And y’know how SDR2 had Monomi/Usami, and DR3 had the Monokubs? This edition has the Monosquids! Basically, every time someone dies, a Monosquid would be created with that person’s personality and some brief memories. In a sense, they ARE the deceased group members, in a mechanical/plush form. Also, Monokuma explains them as the souls of the dead reanimated. They appear the day after a trial, and all seem to hate Monokuma. And with the exception of the two murders that were accidents, almost all the victims hate their killer.
They also still have Ultimate labs kinda-each of their rooms, as stated before, are tailored to double as their lab. For instance, Mask’s room has a lot of tech gear, N-Pacer has a place she can study, Emperor’s just has a fucking throne...yeah.
Chapter 1- The line of Light and Darkness is thin (daily life)
As we check in on our gang in the morning, we learn multiple things. One, most-to-all contact to the outside world has been cut off; Mask can access the internet and all of that, but he can’t post on any forums or play any online games, even with his hacking. Prince can’t tap into his mental link with Regent or...really anyone. Two, that there’s plenty of weapons and other things for murder in multiple labs, and around the Hotel in general.
And three, Monokuma has a motive.
The first motive is simple; If you are to get away with murder, you can take one person with you, but they cannot be the one who the class votes in the class trial. Enticing, since multiple couples are present (Emperor and Gloves, for example), but the gang has made a collective decision to try to ignore it. Well, mostly.
This motive ate at someone, driving them absolutely mad. They COULD NOT stand being trapped in the hotel, they needed out!
So, a few mornings after the motive was introduced, Rider takes notice at the breakfast meeting that...well, someone’s missing.
The group splits up, searching the hotel top to bottom. Until, at last, a high shriek pierces the area, and a dreary announcement is played.
Ding dong, dong ding!
“A body has been discovered!”
Chapter 1- The line of Light and Darkness is thin (Deadly life)
The gang rushes to the scream. It would seem Army found the body.
Curled up in a fetal position, arm still clutched around his wound, Prince lays motionless on the floor of his room. Yellow ink stains the area, and a knife stained with the same liquid sits on the floor next to him.
Emperor is near hysterics. He doesn’t even try to hide his tears. Gloves takes him away from the scene, resolving to comfort their lover in their room during the investigation.
Speaking of investigation, Vintage steps up to the plate. Being the Ultimate Detective, he takes to the scene like a fish in water. He questions everyone, and searches through Prince’s room top to bottom.
By the time of the trial, there wasn’t a stone unturned in the hotel. It was almost...scary, how well Vintage seemed to be handling this.
During the trial, Vintage revealed three main suspects.
First, there was Aloha. The dancer had indeed got up in the middle of the night-he had been sharing a room with Army, and the actor confirmed it-to use the bathroom and get himself a drink of water. He passed by the kitchen, and thought he saw a knife on the rack missing. He got up at 11:25 P.M and returned to bed at 11:30. Once again, Army confirmed his alibi for this.
Second, was Aviators. Avi couldn’t sleep as well, so he spent most of the night walking through the hotel, exploring it. He did take a knife, but only in the case if he needed to defend himself. He had gotten out of bed at 10:50, took the knife somewhere at around 11, and returned it when he was heading back to his bed, at 5:00 AM.
And the third was Rider. Sure, the fighter was close friends with Prince, but it was still suspicious; Rider was reportedly awake at 2:00 AM, and got himself a quick snack before simply training in his room. He did hear someone return to their room at around 5:00, but didn’t go check. Looking back, he suspects it was just Avi.
So this was a game of alibis, and luck. Multiple suggestions were made; maybe Aloha took the knife and murdered Prince, washed his hands in the mage’s bathroom, and returned to bed. That was shot down, since the rooms don’t have running water at night (10:00 PM to 7:00 AM. Normal DR stuff), only the bathrooms in the hotel itself, and the kitchen.
Another was that Rider had taken the knife, but that was also shut down seeing as the period he was awake at wouldn’t line up with Aloha seeing the knife missing.
The third and final one was that Aviators had taken the knife, murdered Prince, and wait for a time when Rider wouldn’t hear him to return to his own room. This one... the only argument against it was that Rider would probably had still heard it. That counterclaim was shut down when Rider said he was taking a short rest when he heard the noise, and then went back to training-practicing hits on a punching bag. 
So, after a final vote, Aviators was voted as the blackened. Luckily correctly, but it was much to Skull’s horror. Aviators was seen as a father figure to the S5 (It made sense, with Skull being the mother figure), and he had killed Prince in cold blood. and it didn’t help that Avi said he was planning on using the motive to escape with Skull. 
And so, Aviators was dragged off to his execution. RIP big man
Ultimate delight-Ultimate Baker Aviator Jones’ execution executed.
Avi is dragged by a chain around his neck towards his death, located in...a giant oven? He’s strapped down to a cake pan, and the heat turns up.
And up...and up...and up.
Aviators is sweating bullets in the oven, strapped down to this hot pan and in a satin jacket, there’s nothing he can do except grit his teeth and bare it.
Except he can’t. 
His head is pounding and he feels incredibly dizzy. He manages to sit up a little in his restraints as he vomits.
And, it would seem, Heatstroke got him. For after a few more minutes of struggling to escape...Aviators fell still.
The first execution of the killing game was a gruesome one.
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Chapter 2-The butterfly effect (Daily life)
The gang gathered in the dining hall again. Though, both Skull and Emperor were in grief, and everyone was still shaken up from that execution. 
This is when Monokuma introduced the Monosquids.
Two robot like things-one purple and one yellow-shaped like baby inklings-appeared. The yellow one ran and hid behind Emperor, shaking, and the purple one only hugged Skull’s leg.
Monokuma explained their deal; They can’t talk, but they are essentially the spirits of the deceased in a more robotic form. So, naturally, Emperor just hugged Prince tightly, still in grief
Monokuma also explained the next motive. This one being taken straight from DR1; Secrets!
Everyone had a slip of paper with a secret of theirs on it. If no one died in the next day, these secrets will be revealed to the world.
So yeah some people didn’t want those secrets to be revealed, but that doesn’t mean they’d kill for it!
But, well, someone did. Not on purpose, mind you.
At around noon, Vintage was exploring the hotel, he heard a gunshot. He knew the only firearms in the hotel were the ones in his room (as Vintage had a license to carry from his detective job). So, basically, he knew someone was screwed.
He rushed to his room, seen by a few people who took no notice.
It was only at dinner they noticed Vintage hadn’t left his room.
Cautiously, Emperor, Army, and Skull went to investigate. When they opened the door and their eyes rested on the sight...
Ding dong, dong ding!
A body has been discovered!!!
Chapter 2- The Butterfly effect (Deadly life)
It wasn’t AS gruesome as Prince’s death. It didn’t mean it was still scarring. There was a hole in Vintage’s forehead, cyan ink flowed out of it. In his hands, he held his gun.
Obviously, it looked like a suicide. He was holding his gun. But, Skull knew better. Despite not getting along well with Vintage, Skull knew that Vintage would never kill himself, even for something like this. Plus, there’s the lack of a note, all of that.
Upon closer examination, the group also finds freckles of some sort of white on the handle of the gun-before you say anything, it’s not drugs.
This lead to two possibilities; 1, Gloves. The gymnast has a thing of chalk dust for extra grip (not like they need it)
Or 2, Skull. He had been baking and using flour earlier that day. Some of that flour could have stuck on his hands and rubbed off after using the gun.
But, the alibis didn’t seem to help at all; Skull was alone while baking, and Gloves was just. Alone all day.
During the trial, it was back and fourth between people saying that Skull killed Vintage, or Gloves, or that it was a suicide at the dust was from something different.
The only reason the trial was solved was guilt.
Throughout the trial, one of the two suspects was looking more and more anxious, more and more guilty. 
A few minutes before the end, they yelled, “I’M THE BLACKENED!”
It was Gloves.
They explained what happened-They had found Vintage’s gun lying around somewhere and decided to return it. The thing is, they have no idea how guns work. So they accidentally triggered it. And when Vintage walked in, the same thing happened. Gloves panicked and put it in his hand.
Needless to say, Emperor broke down again. The two closest people in his life, dead or sentenced to it!
Emperor insisted it was Skull. He knew Gloves couldn’t hurt a fly and yet....!
Gloves was the blackened. But they weren’t about to go down without a fight.
They pressed a kiss on Emperor’s lips. It was a promise. It meant “I’ll see you soon”
And they raced down the hall in an attempt to get free.
Racing death- Ultimate Gymnast Gloves Elaris Execution: Executed
Gloves ran down the hallway, not stopping for anything.
Monokuma pressed a button, and pits opened up, showing falls onto spikes down below. So, Gloves got creative.
They leaped up and took hold of support beams, swinging their way across the hall.
But the last one.. The last one was weak, and broke under Gloves’ weight, sending them falling to their death
They collapsed onto the spikes, one impaling them through their stomach, sending neon green ink everywhere.
The second victim, Gloves Elaris, had fallen dead.
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fireblaze5555 · 4 years
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Fire Away: Chapter 8
Also on Ao3: Fire Away: Chapter 8
Frank was so fucked. He watched Karen dozing on his completely numb arm as the morning light streamed through the balcony doors and he couldn't tear his eyes from her. Last night kept playing over and over in his head. The expanse of her beautiful pale skin, perfectly shaped breasts, the noises she made when he had his hands on her. The way she looked at him, like he mattered. Like he wasn't a monster. Like she loved him.
He watched her face as she took in the long slow breaths of someone in deep restful sleep, his eyes scanning her features and memorizing every line, as if he hadn't already. Her bruises had almost completely faded, leaving just a light discoloration at her temple and he wanted to press his lips to that spot and kiss away the last of the damage. For a moment he nearly forgot why he shouldn't be doing this, he just reveled in holding this incredible, beautiful woman in his arms.
Frank was unable to stop the flash of pride in his chest, he was one lucky bastard. Her words, I never regret you , echoed in his head over and over and each time he felt a little piece of his soul repairing itself. His demons never retreated for long though, rendering what Karen had managed to rebuild back to rubble. Suddenly it hurt to look at her, flashes of the family he couldn't protect filling his vision only this time her face was there too, covered in blood and unblinking.
He could no longer lie still, so to keep from waking her, Frank stood and threw his sweats on before stepping out on the balcony. She couldn't love him. He doesn't get to have that anymore. Karen was smart, beautiful, strong and resilient. She could have anyone she wanted. She fought for justice and saw the best in people while still accepting the darkness in them. There was no universe where he deserved her love.
It was that moment, with sickening clarity, thinking about her bravery, her smile, her kindness and her wicked sense of humor, that Frank realized he loved her. Most people felt light with a realization like that but all he could feel was a mix of guilt and disdain for himself. That's what she fucking needs, your psycho ass adding your bullshit to hers . A small childish part of him had hoped maybe it was just sexual tension and once they got that out of the way, they could walk away from each other. He knew how ridiculous that was when his heart wrenched painfully at the thought of being done with Karen when this was all over.
Frank was lost in his thoughts, not acknowledging the chill of the morning until a warm pair of arms wrapped around his torso and Karen pressed herself flush to his back.
Her voice was light but he could hear tension and worry there as well, "I could hear you thinking in my sleep." He felt her lips moving against his skin as she spoke, "Wanna talk?"
Frank turned in her arms so they rested chest to chest against the balcony railing. Her hair was mussed from sleep and she was squinting against the morning sun. Frank shifted a bit to shade her eyes with his body and the smile she gave him was so radiant he was nearly blinded himself. Her eyes were so blue Frank felt like he could drown in them and for a moment all he could do was stare in wonderment, his hand coming up to rest against the side of her face.
She leaned into his hand and stared at him expectantly and it took him a minute to remember she had asked him a question. Looking to the side to try and break the spell she had put over him, Frank took a deep breath, steadying himself for what he needed to do. He kept his voice low as he dropped the hand from her face to rest at her hip, "This," He looked at her hand that had come to rest on his chest over his heart, "is not a good idea."
Karen's beryl eyes turned to flint, pinning him to the spot even as she took a step back. Frank instantly felt the warmth she had brought retreat with her. He tried not to let it affect him. He tried not to feel the loss as acutely as he did. Tried but didn't succeed.
Frank wanted so badly to say something, anything to make her smile again or something to make her see how right he was but they had been through all of this before. So instead, he braced his arms on the railing behind him and regarded her carefully with narrowed eyes.
"Honestly, Frank, you give me whiplash." Her eyes were still hard but the gentleness with which she addressed him did far more damage, "You think that you being around is what gets me hurt. The truth is, it's watching you leave that hurts me more than anything. Seeing the way you look at me, the way you touch me, only for you to turn it off a second later and disappear." She gives a humorless laugh and his lungs constrict when he sees her eyes swimming. If only she knew how much he couldn't turn it off.
His throat is tight but he forces the words out anyway, "I can't be responsible for getting you killed Karen, I just can't. That's why this is a bad idea, 'cause when you're around I forget why I'm supposed to push you away."
She wiped a stray tear away quickly and took a step closer to him. Frank gripped the railing until his knuckles turned white, trying so hard not to reach for her. He was busy watching her rose colored lips as she pulled them between her teeth so when she spoke again it took him a moment to process her question.
"Then why are you here?" She asks, raising an eyebrow at his frustrated confusion, "I know you don't want anything to happen to me, but Frank, my job is dangerous. I deal with dangerous people almost every day. I mean, for God's sake, I work with the devil of Hell's Kitchen. If you think you shouldn't be around me, you didn't have to track me down, you could have left it up to Matt to help me." He hopes she doesn't notice the flash of contempt he feels cross his face but she doesn't miss anything with him. She huffs out a humorless laugh before fixing him with a hard stare, "You don't get to make me walk away only to pop back up when it's convenient for you. It's not fair. To either of us. Either you are in my life or you aren't, you can't have both."
Logically he knew she was right, he's sure he has told himself that before, but hearing it fall from her lips caused his chest to spasm painfully. He felt panicked, like he had to make the call right now which caused anger to spike since he thought he had already made that call. He's the fucking Punisher, he didn't need anyone, everything he needed died at that carousel but facing her now, last night playing over in his head in startling detail, he realized he hadn't been as sure as he thought. His chest and throat hurt, everything he was trying to say blocked his airways and made him choke, a small distressed sound the only thing he managed. Frank was shaking his head, trying to jostle some coherent thought loose and his eyes were wild, like a trapped animal.
Karen saw him struggling and like the angel she was brought his attention back to her and away from his spiraling thoughts, her voice was solid as she said, "Back in that hospital room, I told you to make it mean something, me being there. What were you going to say? Before the kid walked in."
The vortex of his thoughts came to a sudden, disorienting halt, focused solely on that memory. Clicking his tongue, Frank turned to glare into the distance. He really didn't want to relive that day. He regretted so much about it.
"I don't know." he said.
"That's bullshit." she spat.
He turned to look at her, her cheeks were slightly pink, her eyes glinting in the early morning light and she was so damn beautiful. Calm and steady to his anxious, agitated uncertainty. He wanted to tell her there was nothing he wanted to say, that he had already said it. He wanted her to believe that he was pushing her away because he genuinely didn't want her. But they never lied to each other.
His voice was rough, almost resigned. "I had no idea how to tell you everything I wanted to in the time I had left to do it. I wasn't lying, Karen, I don't want to give up the war. I don't know if that will ever change, it is something that is a part of me now. It may have always been a part of me. I thought if I could push you away you would be safe." He gave her a pointed look. "That was obviously a bit naive of me, knowing you. I couldn't stand the thought of you getting hurt because of me. Still can't. The idea was I would distance myself, then I could just focus on fightin', cleanin' up the city without worrying it would reach you. But I can't stop thinkin’ about you. Thing is, you don't know when to quit, even when you're just in my head."
Karen gave a little sniff, stepping back into his space and placing her hand back over his heart. The smallest touch, one she had perfected, one that could dismantle his armor in seconds. He wondered if she knew how much it affected him. How he could feel that small touch in every atom of his being. She stared at her hand where it rested for a moment while he stared at her and tried to control his breathing.
"In that hospital room, when I said you could love someone else, instead of another war, I didn't mean you had to give up the war. I just meant you could love someone else, not just the war. I do wish you could leave it behind but I understand why you can't." She looked up at him, eyes like blue fire as she flexed her fingers on his chest, voice vehement, "I know who you are Frank Castle. I know what you are capable of. Hell, I've seen what you are capable of, first hand. I know you can kill a man with your bare hands. Take down entire cartels in a matter of a week. I also know that you nearly gave your own life to give David Lieberman his back. That you would have given everything to keep Amy safe, both people you barely knew. That you used your own body to shelter me from a spray of bullets, from a fucking bomb. I know that this mission you have means dangerous people will be after you. Most importantly, I know, I would rather face that danger with you than live safely without you. What you do with that is your call."
Frank could feel his heart beating harshly against his ribs. It almost felt as though it were trying to break out of his chest to rest in her capable hand, God knows she already had his heart metaphorically, she might as well have it literally. He watched in fascination as her other hand loosened his death grip on the railing to place it on her hips once more and his other hand followed suit without a second thought from him.
"I'm not asking you for forever right now Frank. I am just asking that, once we are back in the city and this whole mess is over, you give this a chance. I can't promise that shit won't go sideways but I want us to try. Okay?"
It was a bad idea. He knew it was but that voice that always urged him to deny her couldn't be heard over her soft breathing as she is watching him expectantly. With no shortage of hope and anxiety. Everything swirling around in his chest made it difficult to form words but finally, he said, "Okay."
The smile that tilted her lips would have knocked him off his feet if her hands hadn't come up to wrap around the back of his head, pulling him to her so she could ghost a quiet, "Okay" over his lips before she was kissing him fully, running her tongue over his and holding on to him like he may fade away in her grasp.
Finally Frank pulled back, giving her a light kiss on the cheek before turning her back towards the door and nudging her into the condo. "Let's get our stuff together, we've already stayed too long, we need to get moving." He tried to sound rough and in control but it came out soft and more of an entreaty than he had intended. Judging by the little smirk Karen threw over her shoulder she wasn't impressed but she dressed quickly and started to gather her things.
They ate a quick breakfast with what was left in the fridge and in less than an hour they had all of their things together and loaded up, surveying the condo to ensure they didn't leave anything behind. Frank glanced over and felt a pang of sadness when he saw the open longing in Karen's face. Maybe, if they get through this and actually get their shit together, maybe they could come back. Actually explore and relax and just...be. But they had things to take care of first so he turned, watching her carefully as she turned as well, giving him a small smile before she stepped out of the door.
Mountains rolled by as they hit the interstate headed East and they settled in for the long drive back. It was a quiet comfortable silence in the cab as both were lost in thought, whether it was about their earlier conversation or what was to come. It had been nearly two hours when Frank glanced over to see Karen sifting through her bag. She held up the burner phone they had purchased for her triumphantly and began to punch in a number.
Karen didn't even look over to respond, she knew Frank was dividing his attention between the road and her. "Watch the road soldier, I'm just calling Foggy. I want to check in and let him know that we are headed back. I won't give him any details yet, maybe once we are back in the city we can get everyone together to finalize a plan." She looked over to him, he wouldn't say it was to ask permission, more of a chance for him to protest and her to probably do it anyway.
When he glanced over again he gave a small nod. If it were up to him he would storm the place, give the lady no other option but to leave Karen alone and then find a way into Rikers to kill Fisk. Simple. But this was Karen's plan, her situation. As much as he wanted to take care of it for her and remove all the danger, he knew she would resent him for taking it out of her hands. That being said, if it looked at all like shit was going sideways he was taking over, she could be as resentful as much as she wanted, as long as she was alive when it was over.
Frank focused on his driving, occasionally checking the rear view to ensure there was no one following them. When he tuned back in it was to Karen laughing quietly into the phone. He had to force himself to keep his eyes on the road instead of putting his full attention on her. It was novel, witnessing Karen just...being. No bad guys, no immediate danger, no bombs or hospital rooms. Just Karen talking to her friend.
"Yeah Foggy, I'm fine, I promise. We are headed back now. What?" A startled laugh. "Sorry I forgot to get you a souvenir, will a gas station shot glass be okay? Sunglasses for Matt? What an original idea you have." She giggled a little bit more before he heard her sober up. "Yeah, we know who is behind it, I-" He looked over just in time to see her roll her eyes. "Tell Matt eavesdropping is rude, even if it is a superpower." He couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped, Karen turned to him with a smirk and a wink. "I'll fill you both in once we are back in the city and I've got all of the information. I want to be sure we aren't being followed and there is a safe place for us to meet, I don't want to put you in danger." Her voice gave a little tremor but before he even had a chance to reach for her, she gave another laugh, "You're right, Marci would probably scare off anyone threatening her Foggy Bear."
Frank's eyes went wide, storing that information for future ammo in case he needed it. Judging by the loud groan he heard over the line, Nelson had not wanted that said out loud. A couple more reassurances and pleasantries and Karen was hanging up the phone, tucking it back into her bag.
Clearing his throat, Frank gave her a mischievous look, "So...Foggy Bear, huh?"
Karen bit her lip, laughter in her voice, "He's never going to forgive me for saying that in front of you. Try not to torture him too much with it."
A loud ping came from Frank's front pocket before he could make any promises he couldn't keep. He pulled it from his pocket and handed it to Karen to read the message.
"It's from David." She said, quickly scanning the text. "He got the information all together and has sent it. Once we get somewhere with internet I'll download it and work on it more. He also says your safe house is clear, there hasn't been any activity there since before you left."
Frank scowled. He never gave David any indication of where his safe house was located. They were going to have to have a serious talk about boundaries, that may include Frank punching him at some point.
He glanced over quickly when he heard Karen snort, she was looking at him, "You never told him where it was did you? He just used creepy hacker skills to find it didn't he?"
With a resigned sigh, Frank just nodded.
"God, he is terrifying." she said, a mix of admiration and a healthy dose of wariness in her voice.
"He can be but he's also an annoying idiot so I guess it balances out." He gave her a sideways grin when she let out a surprised laugh, tucking the phone into the center console and settling herself back in the seat.
Despite the shit storm they were driving back into, Frank felt at ease. They bantered about music, both settling on an old rock station for the trip. He outlined why The Boss was one of the best musicians out there and she nodded along in a placating manner. Her preferences were all over the place, some he could agree with others that just had him shaking his head.
It took them nearly two days, Frank insisted they take their time so they could arrive back in the city when it was dark. Karen would take over driving when Frank got tired and he would crash on the cot in the back or just lay the passenger seat back. The easy conversation slowed as they entered the city and their situation came back into focus. Frank took them in convoluted loops through the city until he was confident they wouldn't be followed before he finally pulled into a small abandoned warehouse.
Despite David's reassurance, Frank did a quick sweep of the premises before letting Karen out of the van, insisting she stay in the back where he had her hiding for most of their trip through the city streets. When he gave the all clear and she stepped out, Karen turned slowly taking in her surroundings, from the mini-fridge next to the table that held his burner for cooking to his sparse cot and neatly stacked clothes. Of course there were also stacks of weapons  lining the walls and a computer set up he had gotten from David. Frank cringed inwardly when she leveled her gaze back on him, he fully expected her to give him the third degree for living like this.
Before she could comment he spoke up, "I have an apartment. I stay here when I need to lay low or if I need to do some recon." Karen gave him a small knowing smile and he felt the tips of his ears turning red. Here he was, a grown man, feeling as though he needed to explain his living situation to a pretty girl like he was a teenager who didn't clean his room. Admittedly, it had been awhile since he had been to his apartment and it wasn't much more furnished than this but she didn't need to know that.
Turning back to the van, Frank busied himself with unloading the rest of their supplies before he could say anything else embarrassing. The first thing he brought out was Karen's laptop, he set it up with the password for the wifi and pulled up the most comfortable chair he had to the workstation for her. He was a bit distressed, these kinds of conditions were okay when it was just him but he hated the idea of Karen living with so little comforts, even if it was only temporary. It couldn't be helped though, so he tried to make it as comfortable as he could.
Karen sat down at the laptop giving him a grateful smile and began digging through the files that David sent over. He knew she would be at it for awhile so he went about checking his ammo and supplies, grimaced at the very empty mini-fridge, and then made up the cot with the procured hotel comforter.
It wasn't long before he had everything in order so he stepped over to where Karen was jotting down notes and furiously scrolling through files. He gripped the back of her chair, reading a bit over her shoulder, "Finding anything you can use?"
She made a somewhat noncommittal noise and continued to scroll for a few more seconds before she answered distractedly. "There is a ton of suspicious activity here, a lot of it corresponding with her communication with Fisk and that is just the phone calls I see on her calendar, there are probably more. If it were anyone else, I would say yes, we should be able to take them down with what we have here." Pausing for a second to bury her hands in her hair, Karen let out a disgusted huff. "But this is Fisk we are talking about. This is the second time we have sent him to prison and he still has just as much freedom as he did before. It's infuriating."
Frank moved his hands to her shoulders, rubbing them soothingly but when he spoke his voice was hard and unforgiving, "He needs to be put down."
Karen's shoulders tensed for a moment before she lowered her arms with a resigned sigh. "I really want to disagree with you Frank. I really want to say that the justice system will prevail and he will be held responsible but we both know that sometimes the justice system doesn't work, don't we?" She looked over her shoulder to give him a sad smile and Frank wished the world was good enough to deserve Karen Page.
There was really nothing he could say to that so he brushed his lips over her forehead in a light kiss before pulling back and heading to his own computer. "I'm going to go over the blueprints for the house, look at security details and schedules and put together a tactical plan. Do wanna meet with the lawyers tomorrow, run what we got by 'em?" He turned enough to see that she had already gone full steam back into her research, giving him a distracted 'Mhm' as she made a couple more notes.
Shaking his head with a smirk, she was an investigator through and through, Frank sat in his own chair and began booting everything up. While he waited he pulled out his phone and sent David another request.
The house, well mansion really, that Vanessa Fisk was residing in was a pretty basic floor plan and Frank had outlined an infiltration plan in a couple of hours, leaving room for adjustments if they got any additional information from Nelson or Murdock. All said and done he figured he could have Karen and himself in and out of the house within 30 minutes, more than enough time to say what needs to be said and get out. His email pinged, David getting him the earlier requested information just in time for Frank to shift his attention to his next objective.
A few more hours passed and vaguely acknowledged Karen moving behind him before he heard the bathroom door shut. There were many moving pieces with this objective and he didn't want to miss any details so he poured over it again and again.
"What is this?" He had been aware of Karen exiting the bathroom but it still startled him a bit to hear her just over his shoulder. She could be damn quiet when she wanted to be, noted.
"It's the blueprints for Rikers, personnel list and where the high profile inmates are kept." Frank felt Karen go completely still.
"No." she said. Her voice was sharp and when he turned to look at her, her eyes never left the screen.
"What do you mean 'no'?" His own tone was sharper than he meant.
"I mean, no, Frank. You're not breaking into Rikers to kill Fisk." She finally tore her eyes from the screen to glare at him. "Are you crazy? Do you want me to wrap you up in a pretty bow for them? Go ahead and put you in an orange jumpsuit to save them the trouble so all they have to do is throw you in your cell, lock you up and throw away the key?"
Frank felt his own anger rising, "You just agreed that he needed to be put down." He stood and took a few steps toward her when she turned, tugging at her hair and cursing quietly.
She whipped around so fast her hair came undone from the loose bun she had it in, hissing at him like a feral cat, "I said the justice system fails sometimes. How the hell did you get, 'Break into a maximum security prison to murder the biggest kingpin in New York' out of that?" She leaned against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest and stared him down.
Frank advanced, stopping just in front of her, his voice dark and echoing around the room. "He's a threat Karen. He's already had too many chances at you and I'm not gonna let him have another one. He signed his own death warrant when he signed that letter to you. Besides, I've got unfinished business with him." He started to turn but Karen gripped his arm, spinning him back around.
"You are NOT breaking into Rikers, Frank. Whether or not he deserves it, I'm not letting you put yourself in that situation for me! So fucking forget it!" She was shouting, her cheeks were red and her chest heaved with her anger, it would have been a beautiful sight if he wasn't so pissed off, his own breath coming in angry bursts.
Placing a hand by her head, Frank leaned in, his voice going deadly soft, "Fisk is a dead man, Karen. There's nothing that is going to change that." He saw a shiver run through her as she looked away but when she brought her eyes back to his, his lungs seized. The fire in her blue eyes burned hotter than anger and he had to place his other hand on the wall as well to steady himself when she slid her hands under his shirt to skim up his sides.
It was his turn to shiver when she ran her nails down his sides to hook in the waist of his jeans, her voice was quiet as well when she leaned in. "I'm not asking you to let him live, Frank. I'm asking you to not throw your life away to kill him.” Her breath tickled the sensitive skin behind his ear and Frank was dizzy with the sudden shift. He wanted to still be angry but the way she was running her fingers along his waistband he found that his anger was bleeding into arousal, the adrenaline fueling something else entirely. His body was reacting to her without much input from his brain.
She pulled back to look at him and the mischief in her eyes made him step closer until they were chest to chest. Karen’s back was pressed against the wall and Frank leaned his forearm above her head, his lips ghosting over her temple, “Are you trying to distract me from the discussion, ma’am?”
Karen turned just enough to nip his jaw, one of her hands ghosting down the front of his jeans, making him clench his teeth, her voice was low as she alternated between laying dragging kisses over his jaw and sucking at his pulse-point, “That depends, is it working?”
It definitely was. Between the residual anger and adrenaline from their fight and her wicked hands running patterns over his stomach, occasionally dipping into the waist of his jeans, he was rock hard. With the hand braced above Karen’s head, he buried his fingers in her hair and lightly jerked her head around to devour her mouth. Frank felt his cock twitch when she let out a breathy moan. It seemed Karen liked a little rough handling and that was knowledge that nearly had Frank weak in the knees with need. Once he had ravaged her mouth to the point they were both panting, he started to push away from the wall  and guide them over to the cot but Karen dug in her heels and kept him in place by holding on to the front of his waistband, her long fingers tucked against his skin while her thumb circled over the button.
Frank was distracted by the sight for a moment, staring down to where her hand was so close but not nearly close enough, he wanted so badly to guide her hand further but didn’t want to push too hard. However, when he looked back up to Karen, she had a determined devilish smirk on her lips and he felt the silky strands of her hair still tangled in his fingers slip free as Karen slowly slid down the wall until she was looking up at him from her knees, her eyes wide and the darkest blue he had ever seen them.
The image made Frank blink rapidly to ensure he wasn’t dreaming because if he woke up from this it damn well may kill him. When Karen leaned forward until she was directly in front of the bulge in his jeans, he held his breath. She studied him for a moment before she brought one of her hands up to cup him firmly, drawing that damned bottom lip between her teeth and suddenly the breath he had been holding left him raggedly as he watched in fascination when she dragged her teeth gently over the head of his dick through the fabric of his pants.
“Holy shit .” His voice was broken and he was surprised he hadn’t been able to say anything considering he still hadn’t been able to refill his lungs.
Karen drew back just enough to allow her nimble fingers access to the button and zipper of his jeans, making short work of them before hooking her fingers into his pants and underwear alike and slowly tugging them down. She hummed appreciatively as he sprung free and Frank had to bite back a groan when she turned hungry eyes up to him. If there had ever been any question of the power Karen Page had over him it evaporated when she slid her hands up his thighs so she could dig strong fingers into his hips and run her tongue from base to tip of his cock, never breaking eye contact with him.
He let out a growl, burying the hand not braced against the wall into her hair, “God Dammit Karen, you’re so fuckin’ sexy.” She didn’t reply but he saw the shiver run through her body, instead she ran the flat of her tongue up him again this time wrapping her lips around the tip bobbing her head shallowly over him. Frank rested his forehead against his arm on the wall for a second, clenching that fist tightly, closing his eyes and just focusing on the sensation. Her lips felt so fucking good on him, he felt lightheaded.
His eyes snapped open and another curse escaped him when he felt one of Karen’s hands wrap around the base of his cock, her mouth sinking to where her hand was squeezing before he rocked back in time to see her full lips slowly dragging back up. Her pace was torturous but he fought to keep his hips still, letting Karen take her time. As torture goes, this was more than acceptable and Frank would endure it happily.
Having  Karen Page, a woman so fierce and strong, on her knees in front of him was a humbling experience for Frank and he extricated his fingers from her hair only to reverently push them back through the silken strands, pulling it out of her face and gripping it loosely at the crown of her head. Her lips leave him with a soft pop and she looks up at him with hooded eyes when she strokes him firmly with expert hands. Frank lowered his hand from the wall to run a calloused thumb over her bottom lip, smearing a bit of saliva across the swollen skin. She catches his digit between those sinful lips and swirls her tongue over it before sucking lewdly, rolling her palm over the head of his cock at the same time. Frank has to remove his hand from her hair to lean against the wall once more when his knees threaten to give out.
Releasing his thumb, Karen gives him an innocent smile which, considering the proficient way she was building him towards release, was far from innocent. He gives her smirk of his own, burying his other hand in her hair this time and slowly, giving her a chance to protest, guides her back to his straining dick. She purrs, parting her lips slightly, just enough to drag them down one side of him and back up the other before she opens again and takes as much of him as she can. Frank growls at the sensation, he’s too big for her to take him completely in her mouth, but she doesn’t flinch when he feels himself bump against the back of her throat. Goddamn . As if he didn’t already worship this woman enough. She moved fluidly back and forth over him, her hands alternately gripping and pumping him to groping at his hips and thighs.
The telltale coiling of pressure at the base of his spine had Frank tightening his fingers in Karen’s hair urging her to move faster. She didn’t need much encouragement, bobbing her head quickly, her hands moving in tandem with her talented mouth. He was on fire, he felt sweat dripping down his spine and every muscle in his body was straining to reach his release.
Frank never tore his eyes from her face as he ground out a warning, “I’m coming, fuck , Karen-” She hummed against him and snapped her eyes open to watch him, never slowing her pace. It only took a couple more pumps from her and Frank was letting out a low gravely shout, leaning heavily into the wall as his orgasm tore through him. A deep moan escaped him as Karen continued to work him over, drawing every last bit of his release from him. When he had the strength to open his eyes again he watched as Karen sat back from him, holding his gaze as she swallowed, giving him a knowing smirk when he growled lowly at the sight.
He tugged gently at the hair he still had fisted in his hand and helped her back to her feet. Before she could say anything, Frank had her pressed against the wall once more, kissing her with all the gratitude and adoration he was feeling. When he pulled back he shook his head, smirking at her smug expression. His voice was rough, still recovering, as he attempted to reprimand her, “You don’t fight fair, Ms. Page.”
She smiled coyly at him, “Yeah, well, all’s fair in love and war and all that.”
Frank gave a huffing laugh, pressing his lips over hers in a quick kiss. “The discussion isn’t over, just to be clear.”
Karen’s smile grew before it turned into a yawn. Taking her hand, Frank pushed away from the wall and moved them toward the cot.
“What are you doing? I still have stuff I want to go over.” She asked even as she stifled another yawn.
“It’s been a long couple o’ days, we need to get some sleep. We can sort out the rest tomorrow.” Truth be told, if it were just him, he would stay up all night until he had everything planned to his liking but he didn’t just have his own health and safety to look after at the moment so Frank climbed into the cot first before pulling her down and tucking her between him and the wall and tugging the blanket over both of them. Despite her protests, Karen tucked into his side, burying her face in his neck with an arm thrown over his chest and was breathing deeply in a matter of moments. He wasn’t far behind, turning just enough to be able to drape an arm over her waist, Frank breathed her in, honeysuckle and vanilla, and drifted off as well.
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264. Sonic the Hedgehog #195
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Hedgehog Havoc! (Part 1)
Writer: Ian Flynn Pencils: Tracy Yardley! Colors: Matt Herms
Before we get started, I want to point out our new colorist, Matt Herms! He pencilled for a couple previous issues, but his real talents lie in his colors. I pointed out before when Jason Jensen joined the team that his colors were much more dynamic and detailed than those of his predecessors, but Matt's colors are even more rich and deep than Jason's. My favorite effect, personally, is when he blurs the backgrounds in some panels that are centered around dialogue, giving an impression of a camera focusing on the characters. Anyway, onto the story: Jules and Bernie, concerned for Sonic's wellbeing, have gone to Chuck to find out where he's gone. Nicole shows up too and helps explain the situation with the star posts and the trip to Moebius, somewhat glossing over the fact that he's currently been stranded there by the actions of the Suppression Squad. While Nicole reassures the two that Sonic likely has the whole situation under control, in actuality he, Amy, and Scourge are all facing the insane wrath of Rosy, who's mostly focused her murderous intentions onto Scourge for now. Sonic asks Amy to check on Buns, stuck inside her wrecked Omega suit after losing her fight against Rosy from before.
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Meanwhile inside the Eggdome, Eggman is working on his latest project, which is… yet another Metal Sonic. But of course. As you might expect, Snively is not impressed.
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Pssh, still using email in the future, Snively? C'mon, the Eggnet has instant messaging capabilities, why not chat with "her" that way? Eggman gets Metal Sonic working, and Metal immediately determines that Sonic isn't on this planet before teleporting away in a flash to check other likely zones. Eggman, angry that Metal didn’t even wait for orders, begins once again erratically grumbling to himself, and Snively, clearly fed up, declares he'll return to his workstation, which of course we now know means he's about to go chat with his new online girlfriend. Meanwhile in Mercia, Rob informs Silver of where Sonic resides, and Silver pulls out a warp ring which he uses to take himself and Rob to Freedom HQ, where Sally is currently angrily calling the Suppression Squad out for trapping Sonic and Amy in Moebius. They're startled out of their argument by the arrival of the two other hedgehogs, who, after learning of Sonic's whereabouts, set up the warp ring once more.
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But wait, it gets better! As Sonic and Scourge get ready to smash into one another in Moebius, suddenly a flash of light between them resolves itself into the figure of Shadow the Hedgehog, who is surprised to find himself here and not the Special Zone. Sonic explains the situation and then casually invites him to help kick Scourge's ass since he's already here, and Shadow, having nothing better to do, agrees. Then, Metal Sonic pops in to say hello, and finally, Rob and Silver arrive through the warp ring, just as Amy and Rosy run back to the quickly-growing group. What does all this mean, you ask? Well, the title should have given you a hint already - it's a grand battle of the hedgehogs, minus Silver, who has no goddamn idea what's going on!
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This has got to be easily one of my favorite pages in the entire comic, I swear to god. Silver timidly tries asking various combatants about Sonic's whereabouts, not actually knowing what Sonic looks like, but they're all too busy beating each other's brains out to answer him. Finally, he gets fed up, and uses his psychokinetic powers to freeze them all in place, demanding they tell him which one of them is Sonic.
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Rob immediately steps in to Sonic's defense, demanding Silver explain himself, and while Silver tries to tell Rob he'll thank him later, the fight starts back up anew. Silver explains that his future fell to ruins right around this time period due to the actions of a traitor within the Freedom Fighters, and that he'd figured the traitor was Sonic, since no one else really has the raw power that would let them destroy the world. Rob points out that making a guess like that based on very little evidence is kind of ridiculous, and that Sonic is renowned for being a hero far more than he's known for his power. Scourge then interrupts by punching the both of them into the ground while insulting them, including outright telling Rob his Moebius counterpart was murdered by his own brother some time ago, which is… pretty harsh, man. Sonic, battling Metal alongside Shadow, decides that enough is enough and the battle is going nowhere, so he yells for everyone to stop and proposes a new truce.
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Oh, c'mon Scourge, you've hardly done anything to endear yourself to any one of these individuals. Scourge takes off running for the throne room, and manages to get his butt in the throne with Sonic and Shadow in hot pursuit. Sonic tries to force him to surrender as he's outnumbered, but Scourge arrogantly announces that that doesn't mean he's outgunned, as his throne is stocked full of… Anarchy Beryl. Sonic quickly puts together that this is this zone's version of Chaos Emeralds, and sure enough, Scourge takes on a dark purple hue with a black glow, having achieved his Super form and ready to win this fight single-handedly… But wait a second, just what do you mean, "Anarchy Beryl"? Hasn't it been established in previous issues that Moebius' main source of godlike power is also Chaos Emeralds? StH#44 comes to mind right off the bat, as O'Nux's Sunken Island was kept safe by the power of not just one, but six Chaos Emeralds, which seemed to be identical to Mobius' emeralds in pretty much every way from what we'd seen. I guess the most likely explanation is that Scourge, ever-determined to make Moebius into its own unique zone separate from that of Mobius, simply renamed the emeralds to "Anarchy Beryl" himself, but still, not even a cursory explanation, Ian? I suppose he must just be relying on older readers either forgetting or not caring about that little slice of continuity, despite his penchant for bringing back really old characters and concepts for use in new plotlines.
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koshofthevorlons · 4 years
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The Bad, the annoying, and just plain wrong Sailor Moon Fanon
Given Sailor Moon was released back during the early 90s and the ...issues the American dubbing had, a whole lot of fanon has sprung up about the series. Some of it is good and some of it is incredibly bad -- though this most often shows up in crossovers. Years ago, I made up a list of some of the most common misconceptions which I stumbled over and figured it might worth posting here.
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Crystal Tokyo
The Senshi going out of their way to make sure Crystal Tokyo will come about.
People in the 30th century are obeying Usagi because the alternatives are freezing to death or being exiled into the far reaches of space. The only people “exiled” where criminals, such as the mass murderer who eventually became Wiseman/Death Phantom.
Usagi using mind control to set herself up as Queen of the World. Both sides in the future state she was elected to her position in the future of Crystal Tokyo by the population of the world. Which yes, is unrealistic but it is shojou manga and it is worth considering what Usagi brings to the position: she’s a neigh immortal God-queen who freely gave people millennia long lifespans, access to ancient lunarian supertech, and the knowledge that when the local eldritch abomination appeared, she would be there to kick its butt. Her extremely positive reputation with various galactic powers was merely the cherry on top of all that.
Utopian and dystopia Crystal Tokyo. There is still crime in Crystal Tokyo and people are still capable of being petty and selfish creatures. It's a better world but it isn't perfect. Some of the few examples shown people outside the future versions of the cast in Crystal Tokyo are kids who bullied Chibi-Usa and snobby politicians.
Usagi/Neo-Queen Serenity
Power hungry Usagi. Her stated dream at the start of the series is being a bride and house-wife. She constantly goes on about people’s right to make their own decisions and at the end of the Dark Kingdom arc in the manga, turns down the chance to crown herself.
Usagi being an force of stasis. At the end of the series, Usagi flat-out states the need for there to be change and growth in the universe, no matter how painful that it might be at times. That at times fighting was necessary for a better future. Of how the end of a war would lead to hope for the future and how it was all part of a balance.
Usagi as some type of valley-girl or crybaby post-series. Please, give the girl some credit. She beat back several demonic invasions, saved the world several times and managed to redeem an enemy that had supposedly wiped out all life in the galaxy/universe depending on whether you're using the manga or anime. Not to mention several times going to what was certain death for her, but doing so anyway. Hell in the manga, Usagi is shown through the series growing into a highly charismatic leader and skilled fighter. And even in the anime, she is shown growing at least some.
Usagi as some insensitive clod who's incapable of being charismatic. One of Usagi's strongest traits in both the manga and anime is her incredibly sensitive to people's feeling and ability to sway people’s hearts. This is the same girl who would eventually be elected by the world's population to lead them into a new future and had such a force of presence that she managed to redeem an enemy that had supposedly wiped out all life in the galaxy/universe.
The spamming of the Ginzuishou in a anime inspired story. Manga's understandable since it had no consequences. But in the anime she only used it at full power against Death Phantom and Metallia and once in the R movie. The anime emphasized the Ginzuishou would kill her if she used it. She had three one-time saves saving her life every-time. She had plot armor for the sake of the first arc because they thought the series would end with that episode and she wished to go back to being a normal girl as she lay dying. In R she and Chibi-Usa's wish to protect each other canceled out the effects. The third time, Fiore gave up his life to save her. Each time the senshi warned her she would die from the crystal if she used it. Yet she accepted it anyway.
Senshi
Guns can hurt the senshi. Anime shows the Senshi being bulletproof while the manga!senshi are blatantly superhuman.
The girls lives entire lives being wrapped up in their role as Senshi or the idea of Crystal Tokyo. ALL of girls are shown to have actual lives and dreams completely outside of their duties of being a Senshi.
The senshi all showing up to fight some no-name canon fodder. The senshi have only been together once during a whole fight and that was with Nehellenia. During S, Pluto died before Saturn appeared. The inners and outers are constantly separated and the outers tend to have their own lives to live. 
Minako, Rei or Makoto giving up Usagi for some guy who happens to come by. In the manga, the inners all pledged to each other that no matter what happens Usagi would always come first and that boys would come later because she was so precious to them.
The Senshi betraying Usagi out of their own free will. The girls have repeatedly proven willingness to die for Usagi when the chips are down. Even more importantly in the Dark Kingdom arc, when they all believed that Sailor Venus was actually Princess Serenity, their loyalty was still first and foremost to Usagi.
Haruka being super masculine. In the manga she was androgynous and enjoys both male and female outfits. Following her gender being revealed, she generally wore feminine clothing and has been show to enjoy wearing short skirts. Also, she is is canonically stated to be bisexual.
The Senshi being unwilling to kill human opponents. In the manga, the Senshi usually ended up brutally murdering their enemies. In comparison, the anime has the majority of the enemies being either mind controlled or manipulated by an outside force, but even in the anime, they were willing to kill if necessary.
Mamoru being a pedophile. In the manga, there is only a three years difference, with Mamoru seventeen years old vs Usagi's fourteen years old. In Japan, fourteen years was very much legal as the age of consent was thirteen in the Tokyo region at the time the series was being written. With marriageable age thirteen for girls and sixteen for boys with parental consent.
Mamoru being willing to betray Usagi. They are engaged by the end of the series and happily married by the end of the manga. They are quite content with each other and even in the anime where Mamoru has often acted like an ass too her he's almost always had the reason that his generally being mind control during this time of the week.
Chibiusa's hair color came from nowhere. Ikuko, Usagi's mother and Chibiusa's grandmother in the manga has pink hair.
The Senshi simply being magic users who happen to be able to draw upon a planets mana. They are literal avatar of that planet's spirit made flesh. A Senshi is born when a Sailor Crystal nest inside a newly formed planet. And are the ones affected when something happens to their planet. As long as a Senshi exists in some form their planet, star, moon, asteroid etc has a chance to be reborn at a future date. The only senshi for whom this is not true is Usagi. Instead, her starseed is implied to have been a piece of the starseed represents the universe...
Pluto/Setsuna
Setsuna as some figure of of absolute order and/or stasis. Sailor Pluto is the 'Solider of Change AND Revolution.
Pluto using Space-Time Door as the "TV of Time.” She does not possess the ability to watch events through it. The Space-Time Door’s  purpose is time travel, nothing more.
Setsuna as a some ice princess. In canon, she is a lonely woman who loves her Princess, her closest friend is Chibi-Usa, and she considers the Outers to be her family. She has dreams (to be a fashion designer) and fears (Cockroaches). She is not some manipulative shrew but instead a person who has a job that leaves her distant and with trouble relating to other people.
Pluto manipulating events to create Crystal Tokyo or purposely killing thousands. Her job is to stop time travelers from abusing the time stream. She remained guarding the doors through the fall of the Silver Millennium, the canonical restart of evolution on Earth, and all the way into the 30th century. Pluto only left after she died trying to reach Chibi-Usa while she was Black Lady. The only reason that she was able to have a life outside of her duty is due to Neo-Queen Serenity reincarnating her backwards in time so that there are two versions that currently her existing. Her older self-guarding the Space-Time Door and the younger one living with the Outers.
Chaos, its spawn and various servants
Beryl as a super-important person during the Silver Millennium.  She was a maid and small-time witch/sorceress who made a deal with the local eldritch abomination sealed way in the sun.
Wiseman being anywhere close to that of a good guy or even neutral entity. Death Phantom is a Cosmic Horror born from the root of all evil in SM-Verse.
The Black Moon family being freedom fighters against the tyranny of Crystal Tokyo. Their ancestors are flat-out stated to be religious nuts who thought that the infinite power of the Ginzuishou and its ability to give people eternal youth went against God's will. They  willingly fled to Nemesis after being told by Wiseman they could gain they could power and are implied to be responsible for transforming the planet into the living hell it became. The very first actions that people of Nemesis took when they returned to Earth was to kill countless innocent people without mercy by bombing planet and using poison gases on civilians simply because they believed long life went against god. Both sides also state the Black Moon's goals were only about their hostility toward people’s lifespan and later, to try to take over earth.
Chaos representing “just a little chaos" or serving as a “force of change/growth.”  Chaos in Sailor Moon canon hearkens back to Chaoskampf of older myths. It is a primordial force of nothingness and destruction, which predates the Big Bang and is still salty about the universe existing. Every terrible thing, every planet destroyed, every life lost in the SM-verse all lead back to it. Chaos was behind the corruption of Galaxia, and Metallia, Death Phantom, Tau Ceti were all incarnations of it.
The Dark Kingdom only targeted Tokyo. They mind controlled everyone in China during Sailor V and it was her efforts to stop them got Venus so famous famous as Sailor V.
Misc
Calling the 'Space-Time Door' the Gates of Time.
There is no Juuban ward. Azubu Juuban is a neighborhood in the Azabu district of the Minato ward. It even says they live in Minato is volume one of the manga.  
Anime "purification" is mind control. It is repeatedly shown as the process of outside forces leaving the victim’s body. Whatever that purification is it ISN'T about enslaving people to one monochrome will, something that the Senshi's enemies often did and what they fought against tooth and nail against. It is the realization you can be yourself AND stand strong with others. And if you don't like it you are free to leave or return but not find strength and purpose in hurting others.
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spectrophobias · 5 years
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typed some thalia hcs up for a server, so i’m dropping them here!
- tiny gal. 5’0 and less than 100 lbs. will still kick ur ass!
- takes after zeus more in the looks department, olive skin n dark hair, heavy freckles. her blue eyes are really the only thing she shares w her mom and brother? otherwise, it’s pretty hard to tell they’re related w/o really looking.
- the bitch can't read! seriously! she is functionally illiterate in english due to a combo of learning disabilities + a mom who just didn’t care + leaving home before the age of 10!
- beryl was... not involved in her schoolwork or anything. she was never formally diagnosed w adhd or dyslexia, she never made it past the first grade in school. once jason was born, she pretty much dropped out in favor of making sure he was safe and taken care of
- was definitely in a lot of tabloids as a kid. don't take her fucking picture without warning her. these are some of the only pictures of her from her childhood, so . . . let's not unpack that one tonight!
- super motherly to anyone and everyone who needs a big sister! she's used to stepping up to take that role and she definitely holds herself to a certain standard as far as taking care of other people goes. she feels her best when she's able to feel useful like that tbh
- so on that note she's surprisingly great with kids!!!
- surprise surprise, this is part of why she’s so good as first lieutenant ! she’s like the cool big sister, like she’s unquestionably in charge but she still respects and loves all of her girls and treats them as equals. she’s open to criticism from them, at least and patient in explaining things, and she’s got the energy to keep up with all of them!
- she keeps expanding the hunt, and no, she will not stop. the hunt has tripled since she took over, because she’s here for girls protecting girls!!! she knows there are a lot of kids out there growing up in similarly neglectful/abusive environments to her, and she frequently has girls bounce around to help locate and recruit them! she doesn’t care if they end up with a thousand girls, she can and will adopt them all!
- she will also run herself into the ground for the people she loves. it can be hard to win her over, but once you have her friendship, she'll never doubt you, and she'll goddamn die for you. don't betray that trust. please. i'm begging u. she can't take it anymore.
- she will not, however, sacrifice her well being for people she doesn’t care about. she learned early on that you can’t save everyone and she doesn’t necessarily try to, she gives her energy to those she deems worthy because she recognizes that that’s all she has. and her family always takes priority.
- never used her surname before she realized that jason was still alive for two reasons: one, it reminded her of how bad she fucked up. jason disappearing was a personal failure to her, and she'll never forgive herself for taking her eye off of him that day or for not looking harder. it hurt to even think about. two, she wants no tie to her mother. fuck being beryl grace's daughter! that wasn't going to be her legacy! but...... it's not about her legacy anymore, or her name. it's their name. her and her brother. and they are goddamn cool as fuck, and she's going to reclaim that shit!!
- legally her middle name is beryl but she really will slit your throat if you ever pull that one out. not that she's ever told anyone, but still !
- super duper proud of what a GREAT KID JASON IS but also a little sad that she didnt get to see it
- still thinks of annabeth as her baby sister and loves her more than life itself
- ambrosia tastes like slightly charred marshmallows and reminds her of annabeth n luke ……
- takes bianca di angelo’s death EXTREMELY PERSONALLY. that shit should have never happened, and she feels a little responsible despite not being a part of the hunt at the time? it definitely serves as a reminder to properly train her girls, make sure they’re confident in their abilities and knowledgeable about their expectations, because seeing a kid lose his big sister fucked her up in a real personal way ,,,
- so on that note she’d probably actually die for nico, even if she rarely talks to him
- don’t touch her when she’s upset. she won’t mean to, but u will get shocked.
- ultra respect for percy jackson but please dont tell him
- piercing fiend ! she's got one of her eyebrows done, an industrial bar that's usually got a lil arrow in & a triple helix on the other side, 3 piercings in each lobe, the works ! she's gonna keep goin too lol 
- and also tattoos. lil tattoos. none of them are big extravagant pieces, it's more like a lil figure of zoe's constellation on her forearm, a lighting bolt behind her ear, lil tributes to people she's lost and things that make her her scattered all around ! they're all stick n poke, she's either done it herself or had her girls help, and you're gonna see a fair amount of tattooed nine years olds when the hunt comes to visit ! 
- on that note, she doesn't treat her huntresses (or most demigod kids for that matter) like kids. she doesn't throw the weight of the world on their shoulders like some people out there (LOOKIN AT U, GODS!) but she acknowledges that lil demigods have all dealt with their fair amount of shit and isn't going to baby them or talk down to them. her girls especially, there are """nine year olds""" that are technically older than her,  and she thinks it would be disrespectful to treat them as kids. so she's very much in the habit of speaking to kids as adults tbh!
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lyndens-moved · 5 years
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answer every other question starting with the very first one >:^)c
aughghh u egg thats so many!! theyre goin under the cut
witch’s broom; Do you ever wish you could be a child again? Why?Sometimes I miss the sheer excitement I had for so many things, but a lot of other aspects I don’t think I wanna be a child ever again. I’ve lived through things and they’ve molded me for good or for worse, but now I’m learning to be excited and happy again and I’m learning to love myself again and I know how to deal with so many more things compared to how I used to be.
herbs; Do you believe in magic?yes!! very much so!!
magical land; Name a person that inspires you.my oldest sister!! A lot of her fashion inspires my own style and she’s inspired me to work on myself so much more as I’ve gotten older
pixie dust; Have you ever loved somebody? And if you have, do you still talk to each other?Romantically, I have, and no thank god we dont talk anymore lol. But i love my friends and i Will talk to all of you or else I’ll diewonderland; What are you looking for in a friend?Someone who I can share interests with or who will at least listen to mine and let me listen to theirs!! And someone who can spitefire back and forth with jokes!! I like funney people
snow white; What is your biggest dream?To have like peace of mind for a good stretch of time. Biggest dream is to stop being such a stressed out bitch and be able to live in a way where I’m not constantly stressed out like I usually am
elf; What’s your favorite time of the day? Why?Twilight probably!! I love the sunsets and the weather starts getting cooler but I can still see outside!!
spells; In what time period would you rather be living in?pre-history. Let me get trampled to death by some pissed off animals and i crack my head over a stone and become a lesson to the other people on how not to be an idiot and live long enough to evolve
mythical; Dream destination?Real shit? a critical role live show. I can ascend there
twinkle; A quote to live by?“When someone leaves your life, those exits are not made equal. Some are beautiful and poetic and satisfying. Others are abrupt and unfair. But most are just unremarkable, unintentional, clumsy.” -Griffin “your sweet baby brother” Mcelroy
angel; What’s the last person you talked to?
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castle; Favorite fictional character?ah.......................................son of a bitche......................GOD probably jester lavorre or beauregard lionette or taryon darrington or vax’il’dan from cr....but out of ocs? from mine? trixie, maddie, berylfelis? petra, felix, emilkars? miko, dasha, maxim, and masha...and renee u bet ur ass im loving the fuck out of kaimana so far
doe; Have you ever written a letter?I have!! I’ve stuck letters in packages and I’ve written to pen-pals before!!
dandelion; What’s your favorite plant/flower?lily of the valley, lavender, and camellia for flowers!!for just regular old plants i just like mushrooms
candlelight; Coffee or tea?i used to say tea but like.....coffee now....
love potion; Have you ever had any magical/paranormal experiencesI’ve never personally had paranormal experiences. The only magical experience I’ve had is being able to communicate to my tarot deck and ask questions and get like scary accurate answers
sweet daisies; Do you believe in love at first sight?Me? a Lesbian and a Hopeless Romantic? Of fucking course
moonlight; Sun or Moon?moon!!
starlight; Share a secret.i keep buying sodas with the intention to give them to my brother but then i drink them cause i get thirsty
sugarplum; Do you like children?I do!! they’re funny and sweet and it’s one of the reasons I love getting to help bag up front at my store because I get to talk to kids and some of them say the funniest shit but some of them are also just so cute and nice and they really make my day brighter
gardenia; Rain or Sunlight?rain!!
magic mirror; Zodiac sign?Libra sun!!
mystical; Most beautiful name and word you can think of?honestly I just think Madeline is a really beautiful nameI can’t think of any beautiful words but kiss in french is bisou and i think its really cute
feather; What excites you about life?Getting to re-experience joy and fascination and finding so many things to be interested in!!
unicorn; Favorite food?Any kind of seafood!!
rabbit hole; What color are your eyes?A very dull and desaturated shade of blue
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montyduff · 6 years
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Apex // Self Para
The young Capitol tribute ventured into the territory he recalled seeing an assemblage of animals emerge in earlier that day, predators ranging from the fierce maned lion to the sneaky, underwater crocodile. He didn’t yet know which of the carnivores he would pick to tie a leash around and command. The snake demanded the task of him so plainly that he mentally deemed it doable. The instructions, though spoken to him through the medium that was the serpent, were crafted by the men and women he so often sat around the roundtable with. Given any other situation, Pegasus would have been present for the meeting and shoving his scribbled suggestions across the table and towards the pile where more scribbled suggestions gathered. It was troublesome realizing he would’ve known the crop of tributes better had he not been one of them, as no solid ideas for what he would have the snake tell them came to mind. Whoever else remained and would be out attempting to stay alive was knowledge beyond him aside from knowing firmly that District 1 was finished.
Jasper Beryl’s blood stained a pale red in spots all over both of his hands. The scent of it, he thought, could very well lure in the kind of creature he needed. A few pocket-sized watering holes offered the chance to wash his skin clean, but he refused the opportunities. The blots made him feel as predatory as the savage beasts that surrounded him, cloaked by camouflage or land masses but present for certain. Aside from the countless victor deaths that characterized the third quarter quell decades before, no one had before been responsible for the death of a victor. He alone held the title, the record, the glory. It felt as though all of Jasper’s successes and status were flowing into him and making him stronger than ever before. With the resounding strength that now pulsated through his body, Pegasus dared his fellow Gamemakers to throw what they could at him. Better yet, he silently called out to the remaining tributes and challenged them to take him down in such an untouchable state. If anyone had managed to climb to the top of the food chain, it was him.
His instincts rarely led him astray. The way the grass fluttered in the wind was recognizable. The way it bowed beneath him as he stepped on the blades. The sound of his bare feet against the ground had become a consistent sound since his memory fully restored itself. The echoes of thuds several feet from him were new. The way the tall grass swayed in one clear direction wasn’t natural. Pegasus suddenly sensed he’d been set up and that more than the dozens of cameras installed in the arena’s crevices were pointed at him. A spotlight invisible to him followed every step or flinch he made. He was being watched. 
It was incredible that the big cat hadn’t elected to pounce where it stood to sink its teeth into his throat. Instead, it revealed itself dramatically, emerging from the grass and out onto the circular patch of dirt that now seemed more like an arena within an arena. A purr rippled through him and the tiger’s yellow eyes glowed in the afternoon sun. “Hey there girl,” he stated assumingely. “I’m not here to hurt you. We can be friends. Good friends.” Making absolutely sure not to lower his defenses, Pegasus bowed to the creature with a stern, unyielding face. Simultaneously trying to make the animal feel comfortable while asserting his own authority proved an odd dynamic. Somehow he was still in one piece.
The tigress prowled around the man, sizing up her potential prey in the same way he was figuring out how best to approach her. Faithfully leaping, he took two steps forward. The distance between them decreased greatly and the man’s skin tingled with anticipation. “Don’t move,” he warned her. He put his hand up in a swift movement and immediately regretted it. The feline swatted Pegasus to the ground with fangs visible. She pressed her weight against his vulnerable chest and unleashed the fury hidden beneath her claws. Bloody gashes opened down his pectorals, one claw unluckily slicing through the man’s nipple. The tigress snapped her jaws at his face again and again, never sinking her teeth into him to seal the deal. Pegasus wrestled to escape, but was no match for the predator’s power. He thought the end was coming as she retreated to seemingly pounce once more, but after the tigress growled maliciously at the downed tribute, she bounced off him and fled into the tall grass from where she came. The attack was over, but Pegasus didn’t stir. He didn’t move a muscle until the scampering of the feline’s paws were unable to be heard. Sheer fright held his back against the dusty ground. He couldn’t tell the difference between the catty yelps from his memory and the ones he could hear from the still retreating tigress. To be afraid of an animal, one without even the modifications he so enjoyed customizing, filled him with nauseating guilt. Had the mutts he helped craft been as powerful? As merciless? As real? 
River Caulder’s quiet outburst towards him years earlier made much more sense than it ever had. The mutts in his arena were prominent and killed nearly everyone, the victor included. While Pegasus admired their creative builds and characteristics from the safety of his mansion living room, real tributes sprinted for their lives from the nerve-racking creatures, many not as lucky as he’d just been with the tiger. He tried desperately to think of anything else, to refocus on his prior objectives. He had to win the Games to get back to his family, to London, and to get back to his career. The job he spent countless hours kissing ass to climb to the top for and even more hours designing mutts that would go on to torture competitors. How could he possible return to his profession knowing what it was like to stare the muttations in the face? It was diabolical. How could the Games be made more ethical? Mutts were half the equation most times. 
Pegasus spent the fleeting afternoon and evening attempting to tame another, less dangerous predator. A crocodile ascended from beneath the depths of murky water, its jaws clamping up and down in pursuit of his ankles. An eagle squawked and just barely missed the tuffs of his hair as it soared past him. Even the scavenger hyenas managed to outdo him, teaming up and making him their target entry for dinner. Each time his chest ached with the same apprehension the tigress introduced him to. These beasts were living, breathing creatures of God. Perfect, apex predators without the need for genetic modification. He believed more and more as dusk faded that his entire belief in muttation design was an abomination. Ridden with failure, both in completing his task and as a human being, Pegasus returned to the apple tree.
The enormous serpent still coiled itself around the trunk, hissing more quietly but still as persistently as it had that morning. Lost and confused, the young man opened his arms to it. “Have I been wrong about everything?” he shouted into the night. “Did you send me out there to find that out? This is sick and twisted. I’ve only ever done what I thought was the right thing to do. Does achieving your goals mean nothing if others suffered to make it possible?” The serpent’s ability to speak must’ve been temporary, for it remained silent aside from its natural noise. For a moment, Pegasus saw Lysander where the cold-blooded reptile rested. It was unlike the man to purposefully lead him to answers or to directly interfere with the outcome of the arena’s events. This unfolding epiphany wasn’t planned or planted. Nobody meant for him to make any sort of revelation. If Mr. Vultur knew he would be unhinged by the task, he would approve it. Mr. Vultur knew more about the inner workings of the Games than anyone. If he knew what Pegasus now knew, he was as cold-blooded as the serpent he continually switched places with the more the Capitol boy stared. 
Above him, Panem’s anthem began to play. Inside him, a rapidly spreading wildfire engulfed his nerves. The young man convulsed on the ground, twitching fervently enough to toss his body several feet in one go. Every inch of his skin burned and his insides squished under the most unbearable pressure he’d ever felt. The pain was indescribable. It was greater than crashing onto the Earth, popping his shoulder into place, and being scarred by the tigress put together. He could think of nothing but the agony and how desperately he wished for it to stop. The smallest adjustment to the burning made him realize that it never would. No mention of what would happen when midnight arrived with the challenge incomplete was announced, but it hardly took a genius to put the pieces together. This was death. Pegasus never imagined it would ever come and certainly not like this. The serpent stared at him with satisfaction sitting unhidden in its eyes. Still writhing about, he silently begged for the end to come. 
Then he remembered. The unbearable torture he was going through had been pitched at one of the last meetings he’d been able to attend back in June. A punishment for being unable to do what was asked of you. The suffering would be terrible, but only the tribute could end it. They’d all loved the idea and how well it would test the strongest tributes. Only the strongest would be able to overcome it, even if it meant their deaths. His axe gleamed on the ground nearby. 
Without a second thought, Pegasus slit his throat and the convulsing ceased. His blood poured out on the patchy dirt, running like rain down the blades of grass and onto the cracked ground. His life was quickly running out and with it, all of his regrets as passengers on the blood river. While he wanted the comfort of his family or the chance to apologize to all those he may have wronged, he craved nothing more than the opportunity for redemption. He still firmly believed he would have been a victor who brought change. Now he knew it would have been change for good. To fix the Games, to replace them somehow with something less cruel. The chance wouldn’t ever come, but it was comforting to imagine all the good he could have done. 
Seconds of Pegasus Gleam’s life remained and he thought only how grateful he was the sky was the same as it was on the outside. His eyes followed patterns of stars he knew all too well. First the pointed tail of Scorpius, then the most prominent point on Lynx. Virgo sprawled out north, east, and west, and the winged horse forever flew freely through the galaxy. The bright and burning balls of gas millions of miles away gleamed the way he always hoped he did. As that light, his light, faded, Pegasus knew precisely what he would spend his next life designing. 
BOOM
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Chapter Hundred and Forty Four - Worst Case Scenario
Zoisite and Kunzite have found true love, but when some old friends, a vengeful god, and a pair of evil twins are gunning for the Shitennou all at once, life is not going to be easy
[Scene: The center of Metalia's inferno. Kunzite is crouching with an energy blade in each hand glaring at the exit. Metalia is still seated at the go table]
Metalia: I see now. To love is weakness and insanity. But to be loved. That is true power!
[points at Kunzite who does not turn]
Metalia: You are First Among Kings. Your power eclipsed only by the gods, but this Zoisite of yours has you completely ensorcelled. And it's not merely his beauty, or his youth, or his skill in the bedroom, or the novelty of him would be wearing thin and you would have tired of him by now.
Kunzite: You are correct, Mother. I am completely and utterly enthralled by everything that he is.
Metalia: Interesting...to enslave a greater being so thoroughly, without even having to try...
You know, they say a mother's love is unconditional, but I've seen enough women abuse and murder their offspring to buy into that lie...But a child's love for its mother...? I've seen children put up with all sorts of torture from the females who bore them, hoping for just the tiniest crumb of approval...
Yes. I can see why I decided to beget a child now, but my mistake was in creating two of them! Their bond as twins must have distracted them from their true purpose, which was to whimper and seek my approval. When the time comes, I will create just the boy... No, the girl...No, the...you know what? I'll create them both and then get rid of the one I like the least.
[Kunzite turns and glares at her with his mouth hanging open]
Kunzite: Mother, are you really this stupid?
[Meanwhile: At Seattle General. Beryl is standing in doorway of Mamoru's hospital room.]
[Mamoru reaches for Usagi, pulling her roughly to him in a fit of mindless terror]
Mamoru: SELENITY! NO! GET AWAY!
Beryl: [Has no idea what is going on] What's wrong with him?
Minako: [Knows exactly what is going on] Bitch, that was your cue to get your bitch ass out of here.
[Minako shoves her out the door and Beryl rakes her claws across Minako's face]
[Minako staggers back as three bloody stripes appear on her face]
[Mamoru lets out a scream and reaches for the nurses cart, grabbing a pair of scissors.]
Usagi: Mamoru! No!
[He crouches on the bed, and lets out a savage cry as he hurls them right into Beryl's heart]
[For a moment, Beryl just stands there. Looking down in dismayed astonishment. She reaches with a trembling hand.]
[Then her lips curls and she hurls a blast of dark energy at Mamoru sending him sprawling.]
[He crumples in a smoking heap, and the monitor screech and display flat lines.]
Usagi: NOOOOO! MAMORU!
[Minako lets out a cry and leaps at Beryl with a sword of light in her hands]
Usagi: MINAKO! STOP!
[Beryl wheels on Minako and releases another blast, which sends Minako flying into a wall, her arm at an odd angle. She sinks, leaving a smear of red behind her head]
[Rei and Makoto come at Beryl from opposite directions. Beryl lashes out with her hands, her clawlike nails first into Rei's throat then Makoto's chest.]
[They fall. Dead.]
[Beryl looks to see who is still standing. She sees Usagi trembling and sobbing by Mamoru's bedside and Ami nearby, looking grim and determined. She approaches Usagi with the grace of a cobra.
Ami: [Standing protectively in front of Usagi] Stay back! I won't let you harm the princess!
[Beryl approaches them and Usagi sobs]
Usagi: Forgive me, mama. I'm not strong enough.
Beryl: You're not strong enough to kill me?
Usagi: I'm not strong enough to forgive you!
Beryl: [taken aback] Forgive me?
Usagi: [sobs] I'm not strong enough to forgive you and..I'm not strong enough to help you save Metalia!
Beryl: [laughs] I don't need your help. And I certainly don't need your forgiveness.
[She leaves, stepping over the corpses of the fallen girls, and takes one last look at Mamoru's corpse before pulling the scissors from her chest and tossing them away.]
Beryl: I was going to heal him, you know. This is the last time I do anything nice for anyone.
[Back in Metalia's inferno. The youma stop working abruptly and turn to face Dev and El, then all drop to a bow]
El: What's going on?
Dev: Why have you stopped?
Thetis: This is it. They have removed all of the traps between here and Queen Metalia.
Dev: Are you certain?
Thetis: Of course they are certain. None would dare to put our beloved Emperor Devon and Empress Eleanor at risk.
El: [gasps] This is it then...
Dev: [hoists the Godgun over his shoulder and offers his hand to his sister] Come my love, lets go make history.
[They clasp hands, smile at each other and take off running for Metalia's chamber, while the youma cheer them on.]
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jupiter made two visits to beryl and thalia was born a roman child of the skies. in an attempt to hide her from the other gods, she wasn’t sent to camp jupiter immediately and stayed home with a decaying relationship between herself and her mother. this opinion changed when jason was born.
it took two years for juno tell beryl where to leave jason, and thalia was left to believe he was dead. she ran away and found another demigod, calling himself a son of hermes. believing he meant mercury, she travels with him, building safe houses and making plans to stay safe and together.
she would have followed him into hell if he had asked and she almost did. they get separated in a fight and are driven apart. thalia’s last glimpse at luke is his shocked face as she races past, shield out and ready to die for him. the fight continues but when the dust clears, he’s no where to be seen. she shouts his name and screams for him to come back, but there’s no reply. both are left to believe the other is dead.
she runs, not knowing where she is or how to get to the safe house, but when she stops, her eyes look up to see the wolf house glaring back at her. with a resolution to tear the place apart, thalia marches in, only to find lupa waiting for her. even with no training, there’s something wolfish about thalia’s anger, and her time at the wolf house is short.
with no references or credentials, she is placed in the fifth cohort. she’s overcome with tearful joy to see her brother among them, but the roman in her tells her to not show that weakness until she has a minute alone with him. he’s barely four when she finally wraps her arms around him again.
with her piercing wolf stare perfected and her head held high, she gains the respect of the cohort, who call her centurion, and then the legion, eventually presented with the title praetor. she presses for changes to the legion, but her time as praetor makes very little difference.
the war looms and she suspects something she cannot say. is it common knowledge that not all demigods make it to camp jupiter? probably. is it common knowledge thalia spent two years with one? no. but she can feel the storm brewing and she knows it’s him. 
on the day of the battle, she’s scouting in new york to see if her hunch is correct ( against the wishes of the senate, but she couldn’t give a rat’s ass ) and watches the world fall asleep. fearing for her camp, she steals a motorbike and drives to the nearest airport that is still open. friends of the camp pay for the ticket and she slips into the middle of the plane, whitened hands gripping the armrests as they take off.
six hours later, she’s at the base of mount orthys, watching the mountain in horror as the senate tells her they have sent her brother and reyna to its peak. she doesn’t have time to yell, but just plunges into the battle. the throne crumbles while she’s still fighting towards it and her voice doesn’t rise in victory with the others.
as soon as the legion is at camp, counting the dead and dealing with casualties, she resigns as praetor. thalia’s heard the whispers, about how they admire jason for his work and she won’t stand in the way of it. her time as praetor has failed and because of it, she feels she cannot remain. but she has hope.
screw your legion, she spits under her breath as she slams her hands on their table. i hope he destroys it.
roo’s breakdown of the prophecy
yeah, this had to be here. let’s look, shall we? this is assuming that the romans had the same prophecy.
A Half-Blood of the eldest gods, so, this time, it references thalia. technically, she’s the kid of the prophecy.
Shall reach sixteen against all odds, she reaches sixteen, doesn’t she? she’s twenty-one when the final battle happens, but this gives percy a chance to become sixteen. it could be seen as a half-blood of greece and a half-blood of rome both surviving, or you could look at it as thalia being hidden in camp jupiter for so long, only breaking free and reaching maturity, or sixteen, when she goes scouting in new york.
And see the world in endless sleep. yes, both she and percy saw new york as it fell asleep. more ambiguity - i like the idea of them meeting and trying to figure out who the prophecy was about because honestly, it could be either of them.
The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap, thalia’s name has always been whispered at this line and she doesn’t care. she is a scutum, a shield to protect her legion, and if a cursed blade will take her soul, she will welcome the underworld. after the war, they figure this line referred to all the heroes lost in battle, changing ‘ hero’s ’ to ‘ heroes’ ’ even though thalia points out it’s a bit of a stretch. prophecies are supposed to be mysterious, they say to brush her off.
A single choice shall end his days, this line is what made thalia get on that aeroplane once she saw the sleeping manhattan. she freaks out when she realises the prophecy is in motion and realises she’s not there - she’s not in the middle of battle, getting her soul reaped, and she’s terrified the senate will send jason instead. she won’t lose him again. more info after next line.
Olympus to preserve or raze. the gods have been unfair, but a roman thalia knows they do it for a reason. if she was the hero of the prophecy, she would preserve it with her final breath to protect the legion she’s come to think of as family. but if jason was the hero, she would want olympus to burn while she watched.
but when no hero dies, as in the second to last line, the romans are suspicious. there are rumours around the legion, saying thalia’s choice to leave the praetor position will be her and olympus’ undoing, while if she had stayed, she would have sacrificed herself to save it.
they believe the single choice was her decision to return to the wolf house as a child, leading to her preserving olympus. if she hadn’t gone to the house, she would have razed it.
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