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mrs-kmikaelson · 10 months

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06| The Tribrid

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x daughter!reader Summary: While you busy yourself with making sure the deal with the witches runs smoothly, Klaus occupies himself by trying to figure you out. Warnings: none Words: 4.4K

Masterlist | Part 7

I walked into my house, throwing my keys on the side-table next to the door and shrugging off my jacket. I checked my watch: 2:01 PM, so Davina was still at school and wouldn't be back 'til she was done practicing with the witches.

I just got back from lunch with Elijah where we went over the Mikaelson's terms in more detail. Genevieve had sent a witch to the Abattoir earlier like a carrier pigeon with an outline of their requests.

Pretty dramatic, if you ask me, but she was like just resurrected. She probably doesn't know how to text yet, so whatever.

After Elijah and I talked over everything, I left, telling him I'd type up the contract myself. As an immortal with plenty of time on my hands, I've gone to law school and pursued numerous careers, as I'm sure Elijah probably had, too, so there was no need to hire (compel) someone else to write this contract for us.

I made my way to my room, passing Davina's on the way which was filled with boxes and a few things placed haphazardly on the ground. My room looked a little different: pretty plain, bed parallel to the door. Normal, basically.

I walked into my adjoining walk-in closet which was probably the most interesting thing about this room. At first glance, it looked mundane; there were some eye-catching statement pieces, but this closet otherwise just looked like a closet.

Unless you knew what to look for.

I closed the closet door for good measure and turned to the back wall, waving my hand and muttering, "Invisique saeclum." Instantly, the illusion of the wall disappear and another, smaller, more compact room was revealed.

It was lined with shelves, books stacked on top of each them. I walked closer, going to pick up the book closest to me. My grimoire. Like the rest of the books in this closet, it was dusty. I haven't needed to look for a spell in a long while.

I placed it down on the island in the middle of the room before turning to find the other book I needed. Under a few other books, I found what I was looking for: Amelia's grimoire.

I put it down next to mine, staring at both of them. Strong nostalgia came over me. I hadn't looked at her grimoire in long time, or even my own, for that matter. Both of them should have been worn down now after all these years, but a simple preservation spell kept them in pristine condition, looking just as they had when I was younger.

My lips quirked up as I ran my hand along their covers, memories flashing before my eyes of my childhood. But as quick as the happiness came, it disappeared with the thought of how that very childhood was stolen from me.

Enough with memory lane.

I switched my focus onto the purpose of even grabbing these books, opening my grimoire and flipping through it until I found the page I was looking for.

Illusion spells.

While I was very familiar with this type of spell, the one I wanted to perform was a little different. It was similar to the average cloaking spell, but I wanted a physical manifestation of an object: a decoy.

I wasn't stupid. I was never going to give Genevieve my aunt's grimoire. The only reason the witches wanted something so powerful was for leverage, and they weren't gonna get it. I knew all this last night, so instead of actually giving them Amelia's grimoire, I'd give them a copy.

But this copy had to feel real, tangible. Its energy needed to be able to be sensed in the same way it was with the real thing. They needed to feel like they could trust us, even if the Mikaelsons—or myself, for that matter—didn't trust them.

The thing with magic was that it worked through energy. Witches have their own special type of energy that enables them to perform spells. That's why you could practice magic without incantations; so long as the intent was there and it was strong enough, then your spell would work.

The reason why we often do use incantations is because words hold power. The history behind them holds enough energy to basically back the spell up. So, if you were using spells that weren't your own, then you would also want to use the chant because, without one, your own intent wouldn't be strong enough for the magic to pull through.

That's why I was going to change the incantations written down altogether.

At first, I was gonna exclude certain pages from Genevieve's copy completely, but then I realized that, without the powerful spells, she'd be less likely to trust us. So then I just change them so that they still made sense, but wouldn't work.

Without the written incantations that Bennetts had chanted in the past, these spells would be useless. If the words didn't hold any significance, then they were pointless.

Which was exactly my goal.

I hovered my left hand over Amelia's grimoire, hovering the other over blank space on the island. I closed my eyes and began, "Phantamogriphia decorum, appearatas veridical. Phantamogriphia decorum, appearatas veridical." After repeating this a few times, I felt the emergence of energy into the room and opened my eyes to see a book identical to Amelia's under my right hand.

I picked it up, flipping through it and stopping every once in a while to alter a spell, muttering incantations under my breath so the words on the page would appear as if they were Amelia's handwriting.

When I was done, I set it down on the island to compare it to Amelia's real grimoire. It was almost impossible to tell the difference unless you actually knew her. There was only a slight difference in the energy emitting from each book, but I knew this was fool-proof.

With a grin, I returned mine and Amelia's grimoires to their spots, bringing the cloak of the wall back. I grabbed the fake and stuffed it into my bag, tossing it onto a chair in my room. For now, I'd go type up the contract, then I'd walk over to the compound to give it to Elijah.

With that, I walked over to my office.

THIRD PERSON, THE NIGHT BEFORE

Klaus stood off to the side while his brother and his latest fixation spoke to the witches. He was silent; Elijah already warned him earlier not to cause a fuss, and the last thing he wanted was a fight with a Elijah. He had enough to deal with, this agreement included.

This evening, however, was not something he wanted.

Klaus couldn't care less if the factions tore each other apart in the streets. All of this was Elijah's doing, and so Klaus was only there to oversee it. Truth be told, he wasn't even going to show until Elijah told him Y/N was going to be there.

That caught his interest.

He couldn't figure it out, but there was something about this girl that pulled him to her. She looked familiar; he just couldn't pinpoint where he knew her from.

It seemed that others found her just as fascinating. For some reason, she had the trust of the Quarter's residents, but she wasn't going to get Klaus' trust so easily.

There was something off about her, something far greater than familiarity. And he was going to figure it out.

No matter what.

His attention was drawn away from Y/N when Genevieve cut her off. The words that came out of her mouth had stunned him.

"Esther Mikaelson's grimoire. We want Esther Mikaelson's grimoire."

Elijah's request for peace this evening suddenly went over his head. He scowled, "Are you out of your mind?"

"Niklaus-"

"I am not giving you my mother's grimoire. After what you tried to do to my family, you expect me to hand over-"

"Niklaus." Klaus stopped, turning to look at Elijah. His jaw clenched when he saw the look on his brother's face. He calmed down slightly, glancing at Y/N, wondering how she was going to talk her way out of this one.

Even as he glowered at Genevieve, he couldn't help but feel smug. There was no way out of this, and the oh so special Y/N would fail.

Or so he thought.

Y/N declined her request, as he predicted. Genevieve went to pull out of the deal, as he predicted. What he didn't predict was what Y/N said next.

"I currently have a Bennett grimoire in my possession." His head snapped in her direction. His eyes met Elijah's who looked just as surprised as him. He glanced over at the witches who luckily didn't notice their reactions, too engulfed in shock of their own. "It's yours, so long as you accept."

The rest of the conversation became muffled to Klaus, as if he were underwater. He could tell she wasn't bluffing—that, or she was a really good liar. He suspected that both were true. So many thoughts ran through his head at once.

While he thought she must have won Elijah over with that save, this only deepened his own distrust in her. A Bennett's grimoire was extremely hard to come by. They were guarded as if they were the holy grail. If he, the Original Hybrid, wasn't able to get his hands on one, then how did a mere vampire acquire one?

And why was she giving it up like it was pocket change?

He tuned back into the conversation when all parties stood up, Y/N and Genevieve shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries that he didn't care for. As Elijah walked the witches out, Klaus didn't glance at Genevieve once, even though he felt like glaring at her whenever he saw her. Instead, his glare was directed to Y/N.

Their eyes locked, and Y/N only continued to surprise him by staring right back. She was confident, and assertive, and unfazed with every comment he threw her way. He kept trying to shake her, but she appeared to be rooted to her spot every time. This only annoyed him.

He was so focused that he didn't even notice when his brother walked back into the room. Elijah thanked her, making Y/N look away to respond. Klaus had an inkling that Elijah wouldn't bring up what just happened, so he had no choice but to be the one to do it.

"How do you have a Bennett grimoire in your possession?" He interrogated, suspicion audible in his voice. Elijah gave him a look that was ignored.

He watched Y/N's body language as she responded, looking for any signs of a lie. "I met one a few hundred years ago. She died after she was in the wrong place, wrong time, but she left that book to me."

She must take me for a fool, he thought. The nerve of her to think he'd believe that. "A Bennett witch left her grimoire with you, a vampire? Not with her family?" He enunciated each word slowly as if to emphasize his point.

A Bennett witch leaving something as valuable as her grimoire to a member of the species they hated was unheard of.

Y/N gave an excuse, saying the witch wasn't close with her family at the time, as if that made it any more believable. "And I was human at the time so, yes, she left it to me because she knew it could come of use one day."

She showed no indication that she was lying, and if her story was real, then her excuses were reasonable. Perhaps if the story were coming from someone else, he would've rolled over and believed it. But this was coming from Marcel's supposed 'best friend,' the woman who so happened to be there the night Hayley was almost attacked, who had his brother so interested in her that he forced him to allow Marcel back into the Quarter all for the sake of a deal. This was coming from the woman who reminded him so much of a ghost from his past.

So, no, Klaus did not believe her.

Elijah, on the other hand, didn't look as vexed. He cleared his throat and changed the subject, thanking her again. Y/N turned around, making plans for another meeting. She didn't look back at Klaus once, but he was staring at her until even after she walked out the gate.

Elijah sighing broke him out of his trance. "Must you be so difficult, Niklaus?"

Klaus rolled his eyes. "If you want to turn a blind eye to all of this, then by all means. But this woman is so obviously hiding something." He reached for his scotch, downing the rest of it in one go.

"Niklaus, please-"

He cut him off, "No, Elijah—you can't honestly be telling me that you don't see what I'm seeing. She acts as if she's guilty of something-"

"Innocent until proven guilty."

Klaus scoffed. Elijah's immediate impulse to see the best in everyone could very well one day be his downfall. For some reason, he was defending Y/N, even though they both knew the only reason they really brought her in was because he saw the same things Klaus did.

Klaus shook his head. "She's not who she says she is." This time, Elijah's response didn't come as quick. He only silently maintained his stare. Little did Klaus know, his brother had doubts of his own.

Elijah's response never came. He closed the book on the conversation completely. "Good night, Niklaus." Elijah walked way, patting Klaus' shoulder as he passed him before going up the stairs. The hybrid cursed him in his head. How could he be so stupid, he thought.

He knew you were hiding something.

And he would make it his personal job to figure out what it was.

FIRST PERSON, PRESENT

I closed my laptop, having just printed out the contract. With Marcel, contracts were never necessary; you would just trust the other person's word. But, in this new society, trust could not be guaranteed.

I sighed, checking the time. Davina should be home any minute now.

Right on cue, I heard a knock at the door. I furrowed my brows. Didn't I give her a key?

She must have left it her by accident. Not thinking anything of it, I got up, walking to the door absentmindedly. "Hey, Dav-" my words died down in my throat once I opened the door. Standing in front of me wasn't Davina.

It was Klaus.

He coyly smiled. "Hello, Y/N. May I come in?" For a quick second, I was stunned. I wasn't expecting this at all. How did he even know I lived here? I wondered before dismissing the thought. He's Klaus Mikaelson; of course, he knows where I live.

I quickly composed myself, reciprocating his smile, only hoping that mine didn't look as fake as his. I held the door open wider. "Of course." The act of Klaus stepping over the threshold into my home almost made me sick, but I didn't dare show it on my face.

"Lovely home you have here," he said, looking around, but I doubted he was just looking out curiosity, and that compliment felt nothing like a compliment to me. What the fuck is he doing here?

I thanked him, resisting the urge to cross my arms. I learned in the few psych classes I attended that it was a sign of discomfort. I instead tried to make myself less stiff, asking myself how a normal person would act in this situation and then trying to behave that way.

"Would you like something to drink? Water, tea, Brandy....?"

Klaus shook his head, declining. He still wasn't looking at me, continuing to stare at my house. He seemed to be searching for something, and I had an idea what it was.

Well, he wouldn't find it.

I skipped over the like five other questions I had, asking, "What brings you here?" I kept my voice light, even though he probably knew that I knew what he was doing. I was already gonna be heading over to the compound later where he would've seen me. He had no reason to be here other than to look for some sort of flaw.

Finally, Klaus looked over at me. "Elijah's currently preoccupied, so I told him I'd just come here and get what you were supposed to give to him." Bullshit. But I'd play this game. I've won far harder ones.

I reminded myself of the pact I made to myself when I left the compound yesterday, of everything I've endured over the course of my life. If I went through what I went through, then I could go through speaking to my father.

I faked nonchalance. "Right, the contract. I'll go get that right now." I went to my room, grabbing the stapled pages and Amelia's grimoire out of my bag, ignoring the fact that the hybrid could've done anything in the less than thirty seconds I left him alone. However, when I got back, he seemed to be in exact same spot, waiting patiently for my return.

"Here," I said, handing them to both to him. He hummed, flipping through the pages—though, I doubt he was reading anything, even though the contents of the folder I just gave him were only drafted in attempts to save his city.

But I didn't have to have known Klaus long to know that this wasn't about saving anything for him. Men like him didn't save; they destroyed, and my mother raised me well enough to make sure I never forgot that.

When he closed the folder, he looked at the grimoire with a serious stare. I would've been worried that he was trying to see past my glamour had I not been as strong as I was. Nobody could see past my illusions other than myself; it's always been that way, and it'll always be that way.

Instead, I could bet he was questioning its authenticity or even my authenticity. The white lie I gave the other night was convincing enough to get me out of the compound, but since Klaus was looking for any reason to support his distrust in me, he obviously still had reservations.

Before I could continue with my train of thought, Klaus looked up at me and abruptly questioned, "Where are you from?" My brows went up. Out of all the things he could've said, that was on my list of least expected.

But I wasn't expecting any of the other things that'd happened in my life since I returned to New Orleans, either.

My first instinct was to respond, why do you ask? but that felt defensive and that was the last thing I wanted to come off as to my father. I told him what I told most people who asked. "A little bit of everywhere, I suppose." I shrugged for effect. "I was travelling at a young age due to conflicts around my family, so I was all over Europe as a child."

The suspicion Klaus so eagerly showed me the other night was tucked away. Instead, he only hummed again, but clearly he didn't believe me; otherwise, he would've left it alone, but I could never be so lucky.

"And how old are you? If you don't mind my asking," he added, as if he cared about whether not I minded.

I didn't hesitate. "About five hundred years old, give or take."

He hummed in response, adding to my irritation, but I was much better at hiding what I was thinking than he was. Not that he was trying. "Well, I suppose I should've assumed so since the Bennett witches had fled to America around that time period." He stared me dead in the eye, a smug smile on his face but a much more serious look in his eyes.

He was pretty close to me, close enough that I could see his eyes—and I mean really see them. They were blue with twinges of green and brown that I hadn't seen from far away before. And even though almost nothing scared the crap out of me more than the fact that his eyes looked like mine, I stared right back like I had no fears at all.

"Yeah, that's true," I agreed, but I didn't offer anything further. The only other things I could've added to this conversation to convince him I wasn't lying were facts from my personal life and that was information I wouldn't soon give up.

I didn't know how well Klaus knew my mother before they conceived me, if he knew her best friend's name or even her own, for that matter. So there were some details I just had to keep to myself; revealing certain things may have had the ability to help me, but they could also hurt me just as easily.

That was a risk I wasn't going to take.

Klaus just kept staring at me, and I almost thought he'd never look away until the door opened. We both turned to see Davina in the doorway, keys in her hand.

Her mouth fell open slightly, eyes darting between me and the Original in our living room. Said Original broke the silence. "Ah, if it isn't the little witch."

I watched Davina swallow but still manage to glare at him. "Klaus."

Klaus held his hands up in surrender, that same "friendly" smile on his face that was anything but. "Relax, love. I come in peace." He then looked back over at me. "I was just leaving." With that, he walked toward the door. Back still turned to me, he uttered a thank you for what I gave him and wished us a wonderful night, patting Davina on the shoulder on his way out.

The teenager barely waited until Klaus was out the door to close it, looking over at me with incredulous eyes. Just as her mouth was about to open, I brought my finger to my lips, silently shushing her and pointing to my ear.

She got the message, exasperatedly sighing and running a hand through her hair while I used my hearing to listen to Klaus walk away. Once I could no longer hear his footsteps, I let my finger fall. Davina instantly let her questions loose.

"What the hell was he doing here? Why'd you let him in- no, how did he get in? What was that stuff he walked out with and why did that book look like a grimoire? Oh my God, does he know that you're a-"

I cut her off, "Davina. Slow down and I'll explain." At my interruption she paused, taking a breath. I couldn't help but be amused at her worry, even though the Devil himself had just been standing in my living room.

Once she was calm, I elaborated, summarizing the deal I'd made with Elijah and then the deal we'd just made with the witches. Although I trusted Davina, I gave her the same story I gave Klaus when it came to the grimoire. There were some things just better kept secret and, for now, Amelia Bennett and my family fell under that category.

After I'd explained everything, Davina nodded to herself, soaking it all in, muttering under her breath, "That must've been what everyone was talking about today, a deal with the Mikaelsons." She pursed her lips. "Yeah, I heard Genevieve and some others whispering something about a Bennett witch, so it must've been that."

I nodded. "Yeah, and as for Klaus being here, I let him in myself. Don't worry; the protections are fine." She finally seemed to calm down after that.

"Okay, I guess I'll just go do my homework now or something. See you, Y/N/N." I ruffled her hair as she walked past me, getting a faux angry pout that didn't last long before a smile started to form on her lips. Like her happiness was contagious, the corners of my lips upturned, too.

It was good to see her happy, busying herself with things like homework. That's what teens should be doing, not hiding away in attics, isolated from humanity. Death shouldn't have even crossed her mind but I knew that, living in the world we lived in, that wasn't an option.

In spite of that, I would do my best to preserve her childhood for as long as I could. There was no one there to do that for me, and I'd be damned if I would just stand by and watch as hers was stolen from her.

Davina meant too much to me to allow that to happen, but even so, there were still things about me that she didn't know. There were things about me that no one knew, no matter how close to me they'd gotten.

No one knew I was Klaus' daughter, no one but Amelia, my mother, and the person who killed her.

At that thought, my mood became sour, but instead of drowning in my own self-pity, I blocked the thoughts completely. I couldn't afford to be in New Orleans with Klaus Mikaelson watching my every move and to also think about that part of my past.

So I pulled out my phone and dialled until Cellie's voice filled my ear, "Hey, what's up?"

"Hey, let's go out. We can hit up that new club downtown. And call Cami up, too; we can all go and just have fun."

"Not that I oppose this in anyway, but what brought up this spontaneousness?"

"Nothing," I lied. "I just want to have a night-out on the town. C'mon, Marcel; don't be boring."

He gave in, "Alright, alright, fine. I'll call Cami."

I grinned. "Great; meet at my place." Before he could say anything else, I hung up on him. This was just the sort of thing I needed, to go out like everything was normal.

I rushed to go get ready, pushing all thoughts of Klaus and my past to the back of my mind. For one night, just one, I wanted to feel like myself again.

Ever since I got back to New Orleans, I've felt like this shell of myself. Around the Originals, I felt like little-kid-me. All of these memories and thoughts that I've worked to repress have just been resurfacing, and so, for one night, I just want to feel like myself again. That'll help me get it all together.

I was gonna go out tonight, not as a Mikaelson, but as a Y/L/N.

And after that, I was gonna bury Y/N Mikaelson for good.

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Supernatural, Season 8 Sam Musings (Ranting):

There are many things I love about Season 8, like The church scene in Sacrifice, or the four (four!) brother-hugs we get throughout the season, or the moments of Dean trying to take care of Sam (even though Sam fights it), or having side characters that I actually like (for the most part … not Amelia), or the good moments of bad-brother-communication (there are some), but what I absolutely hate is the sacrificing of character for "story" that we see in this season.

So, shocking as this will be to the few who follow me or have read my thoughts (rants) before, but I’m a Sam-leaning brothers fan. And as someone who is Sam-girl adjacent, the beginning of Season 8 makes me ragey. Ironically, it was partially the "abuse" of Sam's character by the writers (among other things) that actually confirmed my tilt towards Sam because it forced me to think more deeply about Sam and his motivations. The writers also pulled some shady crap with Dean's character.

So, you can find my ramblings under the cut, if interested …

So, let’s tackle Sam's oft considered worst offense first: Sam not "looking for" Dean. What the actual fuck was this? I mean, I get it in theory; they brought Sam low in the start of the season, making him "betray" and "fail" Dean again, in order to high ten his rise to Savior Sam 2.0, but it was lazy writing, and almost unforgivable in two ways, out of character actions and failure to meaningfully explain said actions.

First, I’m sorry, but it’s just out of character to have Sam—Psychotic Without Dean—Winchester not look for his brother. We have so much canon proof of this that him not looking for Dean in season 8 is almost offensive. In "Faith" when Dean is going to die, Sam finds him to a "faith healer," and when it turns out another life was exchanged for Dean's, Sam obviously isn’t happy about it … but, I don’t exactly see him wishing to undo it either. In "In My Time of Dying," Sam is totally distraught throughout the entire episode because Dean is dying, even willing to embarrass himself in front of Dean by pulling out a "talking board" (or whatever it was called) just to try and communicate with him, and he wanted to save him so badly but didn’t know how. These two episode alone show us that Sam would not be okay with just "loosing" Dean, and that if Sam thinks there is even a hope of saving Dean, he isn’t just going to shrug and walk away. So, at the end of Season 7, if he thought Dean was still alive, the Sam we know should have been exhaustive,y hunting for Dean.

Second, if Sam thought Dean was dead, which I think was what the show was suggesting but could have made it more explicit, Sam should have been going insane, as he’s done in the past. In Mystery Spot, Sam basically becomes a revenge-driven automaton, even stabbing Fake Bobby in hope of getting Dean back. And when Dean is killed by the hellhound in "No Rest for the Wicked," Sam is destroyed. Season 4 shows us that Sam tried to trade his soul for Dean's, just an instant trade, but the demon wouldn’t deal. We see that Sam was full-on suicidal after losing Dean, basically attempting suicide by demon, drinking and taking pills. If Ruby hadn’t intervened (for her own evil purposes, but still…), he would have gotten himself killed, not might have. When none of the immediately self-distractive options worked, Sam once again went into full-on revenge mode. Sam without Dean, or at least Sam without a Dean alive somewhere in the world, is not okay. He is desperate and frightening.

Arguably, he’s not actually okay in Season 8 either, but his distress after losing Dean was too subtle, to the point that it almost makes him look a bit cold. So, to me at least, not seeing Sam very obviously fucked up, in some way beyond dating Amelia, over Dean's disappearance/death is a disservice to the character.

On the other hand, if the writers just needed Sam to not look for Dean because the drama was just too delicious for them … more important than, you know, staying true to character … then they should have bloody well shown us why. And showing us Sam shacking up with a bitchy pain in the ass Veterinarian was not giving him anything like fair treatment or good characterization, or understandable motivation.

Now, the subtext is that there was more going on in Sam's head than, "Oops, I hit a dog and met a rude vet. I guess I’ll just give up wondering if my brother is alive and move in with this woman who isn’t even particularly nice to me." He even said that hunting had gotten everyone he loved killed, and he that just "ran," in the first episode of the season. So, to me, this means Sam definitely thought Dean was dead, but the show doesn’t actually make it explicitly clear, at least I don’t think so. And this matters because there is a big difference between thinking Dean was lost and not looking for him VS thinking Dean is dead and not trying to sell his soul (or something else mystical and dangerous) to bring him back to life. It’s actually breaking the cycle and healthier for Sam to believe Dean is in heaven, and try to move on, but the show frames his actions, through Dean and Bobby as this huge failure of character. Also, Sam choosing running away from hunting (which has gotten everyone he loves killed) VS giving into revenge and basic insanity again, while not healthy in its escapism, is actually better than becoming an obsessive psycho. So, not just the fact that Sam didn’t look for Dean that is the problem, it’s the execution of how and why he didn’t look for Dean, or lack of exploration around these issues, that I’m especially annoyed by.

So, because we got what we got in the start of Season 8, my explanation to make it work, or headcanon, is that when Sam thought Dean was killed (not just missing) in the explosion of dick 😏, he utterly fell apart. As in, he collapsed in a heap and lost himself in his own head for a while. Maybe he even went a little insane again, sure that he was having a terrible hell-ucination again, even though Cas had supposedly taken his insanity onto himself at this point. Maybe he even feared he was still in the cage after all, and living through yet another nightmare scenario. So, Sam shattered. When he finally pulls himself together, he realizes he has two options, lose himself again in revenge and obsession over trying to bring Dean back to life, or give up the life that has brought him nothing but pain (and Dean, but Dean's gone now). So, he goes with the latter, thinking surly Dean would prefer that he try to live a normal, non-hunting life rather than utterly losing himself in suicidal behavior and revenge again … right?

What the show doesn’t bother to address either, and what many fans seem not to consider or care about, is that pre-Season 8 Sam has only had the devil out of his head for a matter of weeks/months at this point, and he’s still chalk full of fairly newly recalled hell trauma from being stuck in the cage with said devil for over a hundred years. Dean still wasn’t okay in Season 5, a season after getting out of his 40 year stint in hell, and the show addressed this pretty clearly, which is good. With Sam, the show doesn’t bother to remind the audience of his trauma or link it in any meaningful way to Sam's decision to give up hunting and not try to get Dean beck.

I think that’s the most unforgivable part of the first half of the season for me, not showing us in a way that, while some fans might still not consider it a good enough reason, the audience can at least understand why Sam made the choice he did. If the writers wanted Sam to make a decision that was not consistent with what we have seen of him this far, then they needed to show us why he acted differently this time. The show gave us a buttload of flashbacks (often not smoothly), so they could have very easily given us a few flashbacks of Sam falling apart, choosing to try to live without going insane over Dean, grieving his brother. We could have seen these things and still had time for him to meet and stay with a woman (not Amelia) for even, say, six months before Dean gets out of purgatory. Dean could even not be satisfied with Sam's explanation, or Sam could get defensive and not tell Dean how bad he was doing at first, so the brother drama could still be in tact, but at least the audience would understand Sam's motivations more. In a show where Dean usually gets the benefit of the doubt due to being our more regular POV protagonist, the narrative, and his protectiveness, it was a poor choice not to flesh out Sam's decisions more.

Season 8 was one of the rare times we actually see things from Sam's POV fairly often, and they wasted it on an unlikable love interest and half-explained motivations. The way the season is structured, it looks like it’s actually trying to argue that Amelia was the reason Sam gave up hunting (and Dean), but then it depicts her as incredibly harsh, annoying, and, frankly, not worth giving up Dean for. Giving Sam this particular love interest, one he has no chemistry with, makes it even harder to empathize with him because we (or most of the audience) don’t like her.

The real reason Sam gives up is essentially that hunting cost him too much, and he was too broken to carry on after losing Dean. But, the emphasis on the relationship, even though it’s explained that Sam and Amelia were basically just two broken people pulled together by their pain, doesn’t do enough to actually make it appealing, or to make me buy that Sam even loves her. I get that the show isn’t on the side of Sam living a normal life, and that’s actually fine, but making the relationship so … lame just helps stack the deck against Sam.

Meanwhile, Dean's friend-who-isn’t-Sam is incredibly likable, so we sympathize with Dean giving up Benny for Sam mid season, but most of us have been waiting for the moment when we no longer have to see Amelia being grating all over our screens since pretty much the first time we saw her. Thus, Dean's jealousy, dismissive remarks regarding Amelia, and his casual cruelty in letting Sam think she’s in danger just to get him out of the way, have less weight with the audience because so many of us don’t like her anyway. Whereas, Sam's sudden hate for vampires when he’s always been the more sympathetic brother when it comes to monsters, feels like it comes out of nowhere. And he ends up looking like a dick because the audience knows that Benny is a good guy (vampire), even though Sam doesn’t. Dean is no less jealous of Amelia than Sam is of Benny, but it comes across as more unreasonable in Sam's case. And he seems to be the only one who is often considered to be acting petty.

Here too, I feel the show does a bad job showing Sam's motivations. Sam has an instant hate-on for Benny, and his stated reasons are pretty much … he’s a vampire. And when arguing with Dean, the show has Sam bring up Amy. I mean, sure, Amy was a more recent monster and issue in their lives, but she isn’t a fitting Benny parallel, in my opinion. To me, Benny was to Sam, what Ruby was to Dean. They are both monsters: vampire VS demon. They both saved a brother’s life: Ruby saved a suicidal Sam VS Benny saving Dean in a land of Monsters. Both fought alongside a brother for a shared goal: Sam killing Lilith vs Dean getting out of Purgatory. Both monsters caused jealousy for sort of replacing the other brother: Sam chose to trust Ruby over Dean regarding Lilith VS Dean literally telling Sam that Benny (unlike Sam) has never let him down, and he lies to Sam to protect Benny. Sam should have brought up the mistake of trusting Ruby in their argument, if he thinks Dean is wrong to trust Benny. Of course, if Sam so much as said "Ruby," Dean would probably just fixate on Sam not listening to him back then. The thing is, looking at the Benny issue in relation to Ruby, it’s actually fair that Sam distrusts Benny. Of course, i do I think he’s also jealous and feels guilty.

Anyway, the season then sort of tries to make up for Sam being hard to sympathize with, by making Dean be straight up cruel to him a few times, which I don’t love either.

#supernatural #sam and dean #spn meta #sam winchester #dean winchester #Season 8 #ranting ahead #Season 8’s treatment of Sam #my thoughts #thanks to the gif makers

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justanamesstuff · 11 months

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All I Need

Blurb based on this request.

A/N: First, thanks 💗 anon for requesting this...can't say I had fun writing it, but it was interesting for sure. Secondly, this is about the morning of Chapter 9 of All I Need. Thank you for reading ♥

Warnings: ANGST. typos.

Word count: 1k

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Matty woke up groaning loud. The light coming from behind the curtains hurting his eyes. He rubbed them with too much force for a simple action.

Y/n. Amelia.

His first thoughts circled around them immediately. The heavy feeling that he carried during those two weeks still there, inside his heart, trying to break him little by little.

'What were they up to? Did they miss me?'

Amelia for sure, Matty still could hear her little cries calling for him.

Did Y/n missed him? Because all he did every single minute of his day was missing her, missing having her inside his arms.

Matty rolled to his side, trying to get out of the bed. His body was heavy, he was tired in every possible sense of the word. He wanted to go home, even though the sense of responsibility and compromise with the fans was stronger.

The reflection in the mirror looked back at him. The frontman let himself lean forward, almost touching the mirror with his forehead. He stared at his own face.

Matty glanced around his pale skin, the bags under his eyes, avoiding his eyes. He couldn’t look there, not yet.

His eyes danced around his sideburns and wrinkles around his eyes. Matty didn’t worry about being older, he'd lost interested on pitying himself for it a long time ago. Even when he fully knew that, he wished and hoped to slow it down. He wanted to grow older enough to witness his little daughter grow to the beautiful grown-up he knew Amelia was going to be. He wanted more kids with Y/n, as he told her. Seeing her belly grow with his baby again, feeling their kid kicking full of life, and then finally meeting them. Matty prayed to a God he didn’t believe to give him time.

When his eyes and its reflection encountered through the mirror, Matty’s eyes watered.

A knock on his door startled him. Matty shook his face, getting rid of his thoughts crossing his mind for a minute. He went to open the door, only wearing his black boxers. Matty hid his almost naked form with it, finding Mark at the other side.

“Morning.” he greeted him.

“Hi, Mark.”

“You weren’t answering your phone, we’re leaving in an hour, okay?” Matty fixed his sight on the floor, avoiding Mark’s scrutiny.

“Sorry.” he mumbled. “Okay.”

“You alright?”

Matty was so exhausted to hear the question for the hundred time in only 24 hours. He knew they meant good, but it was driving him insane.

“Yeah, yeah.” Matty reassured him. “‘m just tired and ready to go home.”

“Same, mate. Same.” Mark gifted him half a smile.

“‘kay, going to get ready.” Matty signalled with his hand pointing behind him.

Mark left without one more word. Matty thanked him in silence for it.

His phone. He forgot the thing on purpose, the urge to call home every single minute was strong. When you added the bad phone calls they had been on, Matty grew even more frustrated. Amelia made her best to communicate how against she was for Matty going away for so long. The little girl wanted to talk with him, but something inside her kept her crying and whining the whole time. It broke Y/n and Matty’s hearts. Amelia’s father didn’t want to inflict more suffering.

Matty checked if Y/n texted him. Nothing. His stomach flopped. He tried to reason with himself about all the work Y/n had while taking care of Amelia to be texting him none stop.

The singer stared at the screen. Last message was his, a ‘good night. I love you’ after a picture of a very fast asleep Amelia inside her crib. Y/n replied with a heart and nothing more.

He was sure she loved him, it couldn’t be another way. Matty felt it, he was sure. Even though the anxiety infecting his mind. What if she was talking with some boy already? Couldn’t be, but what if…

Matty locked his phone.

He opened his suitcase laying on the floor closer to the bed. Never was the type of person to hang his clothes in the closet of the room. It was a waste of time when he only stayed in each for maximum two days.

Matty rummaged inside the mass of clothes. Finding a simple t-shirt and a pair of light jeans. The idea of dressing like ‘trumanblack’ that day only wore him out. Taking the jeans out, the blue hoodie –Y/n liked to steal – stared back at him. Matty instantly grabbed it, lifting his eyes towards his phone at the other side of the room charging.

No sounds.

He sighed, putting the hoodie on. No matter how many times he had worn it, the thing smelled like home, like her. Matty tried to retain his tears.

Ping!

Matty never ran faster in his life, feeling pathetic for it. George was hurrying him in the group chat. He sent him a selfie with a characteristic sign with only one finger up.

Another notification appeared at the top of the screen.

Y/n: Morning!

Y/n: Good luck today, we miss you 🥺😘

Matty stayed frozen in his place. He didn’t know how he was going to survive until the next day to see them.

Matty: Hi, baby x

Matty: I miss you like crazy.

He tapped his foot on the floor, staring at the ‘typing’.

Y/n: One more and you’re coming home, Matty.

Matty smiled.

Matty: this is pure torture.

Y/n: you can do it!

Matty: not so sure 😶

Y/n: enjoy your time with the boys and the fans, okay?

Matty: I’ll try. Gotta go, I love you x

Y/n: 😘💕

‘She loves me, she loves me’, Matty repeated for himself, leaving the device inside his pocket. He reached for his essentials items and walked towards the door.

He wished the day to end already, and to be back home with his girls.

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ameliapodcast · 7 months

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hallo intern!!!!! im curious do you have any amelia project headcanons of your own?????

whether that may be character looks or little things that the amelia deathfaking crew do outside of their job...? or just something silly !

if so are you willing to share ? :D

.....I do. Keep in mind that none of this is canon though, I am just rambling.

Arthur steals pencils. From places, from Alvina and Amelia. When he gets very bored, he leaves them in places and drives the others crazy. He can be sneaky if he wants to be.

Kozlowski wants to dabble in robotics for the sole purpose of building prothesis that are the best.

Arthur has a very bad fear of being on his own or fully alone. Isolation? Oh hell no. I am pretty sure given how old both of them are, New Year's eve used to not be the best day for them.

The whole crew is the definition of "just because I am mad doesn't mean I don't care". Yes Kozlowski isn't talking to Arthur but he also won't just let him go out without a rain jacket do you know how annoying he gets with a cold.

Personally, I also headcanon all of them on variying points of the autism spectrum.

The Interviewer has days where he mixes clothes from all time periods together. Think frock coat with a hoodie under it. He's also a layer-person, no matter the weather. Imagine that man getting a cold and sitting in his office like a marshmallow.

Alvina tried to introduce the Interviewer to Sims. He hid under his desk for two days.

All of them would make great teachers for different reasons.

Alvina is allergic to soy, Amelia can't have lactose and Arthur can't eat raw carrots. Kozlowski could fix all of these things but they all bond over the allergy life so much he just keeps that piece of information to himself.

#the amelia project #toomuchgri #ask #you are all so sweet thank you #first week of semester was more socialising that I thought it would be #and i injured my foot due to new shoes #so all was just a little terrible #but you all made me feel so much better thank you

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mewtwobootleg · 1 month

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Lucastar’s challenge

By Amelia An

Inspired by Erin Hunter

Chapter 1

The sun shone brightly over a meadow in the forest over ThunderClan territory. Two mewtwo kits- Lucakit and Dunklekit, were left in the cave by their friends while they were playing; not on purpose, a storm came, so bad the clan had to leave their dens. Lucakit and Dunklekit had no idea what was going on, so they stayed in the cave. Rain was dripping off the plants and tree leaves around the cave the kits were in.

“We’ve been in here for literally 5 some hours! I don’t even think I’ll make it out of this cave without a bite of food.” Dunklekit complained. “We could catch some by the RiverClan stream” Lucakit suggested. “We’re only 3 moons old-duh? We can’t catch anything-land or water.”

“We could try?”

“Fine! Go ahead and try! I’m staying in here till our mothers come back and I have food in my paws. So get on with it! Hunt!” Dunklekit yelled.

“Ok, I’ll go, no need to be so bossy Dunklekit.” Lucakit mewed back. Lucakit zoomed out of the cave, running down the wet muddy grass. “Remember you can’t fly yet, either!” Dunklekit laughed. “Same with you, Dunklekit!” Lucakit yelled back with a purr. Lucakit kept going down the meadow towards the river.

After a while, Lucakit thought he knew where he was going. But instead he was heading towards the thunderpath, not the river. All of a sudden he heard a noise up ahead. “Hello?” Lucakit mewed. He got closer to the thunderpath. At the edge of the thunderpath, he froze. Two ShadowClan Mewtwos were flying up ahead to him. “A trespasser! Seize him!” The green one called. The dark purple one flew down to Lucakit. “It’s a kit, 3 moons old I think.” The dark purple one said. “Attack him! He has no right here!” The green one called back. “He probably doesn’t even know what’s going on, I’m sure. Why attack him? He’s only a kit anyways, Forgefang.” The dark purple one yelled back. “We will not have mercy on anyone who goes on ShadowClan territory! A trespasser is a trespasser.” Forgefang yelled back at the dark purple one. Then he flew down to Lucakit, grabbed him by the braincord, and tossed him onto the thunderpath. He landed with a thud onto the hard pavement. “Ah! Mommy help!” Lucakit staggered. Pain shot through his left arm like a needle prick.

“That’s against the warrior code!” The dark purple one exclaimed. “Go get him before he turns into fresh kill, mouse brain!” The dark purple one started to panic mid air. “No, Snoopclaw. It’s up to you to save that ball of fur now.” Forgefang replied. All of a sudden a loud, unnatural roar came from up ahead the thunderpath. “A monster!” Snoopclaw shuddered. “No time to talk, let me get him! Humans might notice us!” Snoopclaw jabbed. Before Snoopclaw could dive to the rescue, a pale colored Mewtwo shot like lightning out of its den and dashed through air to grab Lucakit off the thunderpath. “Wait Fadeheart! It’s too- Fadeheart looked next to Lucakit midair next to her. The monster’s paw was only a tail length away from Lucakit’s shaking with fear body. She grabbed Lucakit’s leg and tossed him in the grass, leaving her right in Lucakit’s spot before he got tossed to safety. The monster roared a loud call, then the Mewtwos heard a bump. The monster zoomed past, leaving Fadeheart’s body on the ground under its pawprint. Fadeheart lay lifeless on the thunderpath.

“Fadeheart!” Snoopclaw and Forgefang yelled. They both flew down to Fadeheart on the pavement. After a minute, they dragged her into the grass where Lucakit lay, horrified by all the events that just happened. “She’s alive! She just has a fractured leg. Go bring her to Leaftoe to make sure she’s ok.” Snoopclaw mewed. Forgefang lay a few fox lengths away from Lucakit, with anger filling up his green eyes. “You little dung rascal! It’s all your fault this happened.

Why didn’t you get up when I threw you onto the thunderpath? She wouldn’t have gotten up to save you, you helpless rat!” Forgefang screamed at Lucakit. Then he carefully picked up Fadeheart and carried her to Leaftoe’s den. Lucakit felt hurt by the words as he left. “Hey little kit, don’t listen to him. It’s not your fault, ok?” Snoopclaw said, trying to cheer him up. “I’m really sorry this happened. What’s your name? May I ask?” He wondered. “Yea, it’s Lucakit.” He replied morbidly. “I live in ThunderClan. Me and my friend Dunklekit were playing under a small cave, then all of a sudden a storm came up and made the whole clan leave. But we didn’t know what was going on, and we stayed in the cave for hours and nobody came still. Then Dunklekit got hungry so he asked me to hunt for him. So I wanted to catch a fish at the river to impress him, then I got lost and ended up here. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.” He mewed. “Huh, that’s strange. We all got the storm too, but we never left our territory. I guess they were being extra careful, heh? But where did they go?” Snoopclaw asked. “I don’t know, they never said.” Lucakit reviled. “Oh well, anyways, how about you come to my den to rest? I’ll introduce you to the clan!” Snoopclaw mewed excitedly. “There’s Mewtwos of all kinds for you to see!”

Chapter 2

The Mewtwos entered the ShadowClan territory, and Lucakit started to get excited. “Wow! This place is really, stinky.” Lucakit told Snoopclaw. “I know, sorry bout’ that. We don’t really clean up around here.” Snoopclaw replied, laughing a little bit. “Who is this? Why is he in our territory?” A Mewtwo growled. “Calm down, everyone. He got lost, and he’s visiting my den to rest. Don’t be angry at him, he’s not here to attack.” Snoopclaw shouted to his clanmates. Faces turned, and eyes prowled at Lucakit and Snoopclaw. He started to become anxious. “Don’t worry, we’re here now. Come take a look in my home!” Snoopclaw mewed excitedly. They both flew in through a small hole in a cave. “This is my den. Me and Squirrelfire sometimes chill in this corner. By the way, Squirrelfire is my sister.” Snoopclaw exclaimed. Lucakit saw a soft pile of moss, and lay his body down on it. He felt as if he were on a cloud in the sky, and light as mouse fur. “Comfy, huh?” Snoopclaw bragged. “I made it myself.” Snoopclaw went on. “Well, I’m gonna go on a hunting patrol with my friends. Can you stay here and rest? I’ll bring you some fresh kill to eat.” Snoopclaw mewed. “Ok, thank you!” Lucakit mewed back. He watched Snoopclaw fly out of his house, wondering how Dunklekit was doing. “I hope he’s not too hungry.” Lucakit thought worriedly. “I promised I would bring him back some food.”

About 40 minutes later, Lucakit heard Snoopclaw calling him. Seconds later Snoopclaw zoomed it, with a burger. “I found this in a human garbage place. It smells like meat, and I thought we could share it.” Snoopclaw mewed happily. “Um, are you sure this is edible?” Lucakit asked. “Oh, of course it is! Humans eat it, and we’ve eaten these since ShadowClan began. They’re very delicious, please try some! It will bring your strength up.” Snoopclaw pleaded. Lucakit agreed, and bit a piece with his newly grown canines. It was the most yummy thing he had ever eaten in his 3 moon life. “Oh wow! It’s so good!” Lucakit exclaimed with a smile. He gulped down another piece, and they both spent the night happily eating and talking together in the den.

Morning light glowed brightly in the sky. Lucakit yawned, and looked up at Snoopclaw. He got up and looked over at Lucakit, with an uncertain expression. “Hey Lucakit, Blackstar wants to see you and ask you questions in about 10 minutes” Snoopclaw mewed quietly. Lucakit was shocked at the question. He would have to talk to the ShadowClan leader. “Make sure you’re ready. He may want you to leave, since this isn’t your clan.” Snoopclaw mewed. “He doesn’t like ThunderClan.” Lucakit heaved out of the moss bed and flew out of Snoopclaw’s den. Panicking, he asked a random Mewtwo where Blackstar’s own den was. “Um, it’s over to the left of that large tree.” The Mewtwo said to him. He quickly thanked her and flew off to the den. It was very dark. “Hello? I’m Lucakit, the one you asked to talk to. I’m a bit early, but can I still speak with you?” Lucakit murmured, shaking like an earthquake. “Yes. I’m here on the back of this wall.” A voice sounded. Still shaking, Lucakit flew over to the wall. He was then face to face with Blackstar. He was a tall, grey and black Mewtwo with a glowing yellow tail and a strange crystal on his right arm, the same color. Lucakit was amazed by his dazzling, dark appearance. “You’re so cool, Blackstar.” Lucakit mewed, less afraid by his warm welcoming. “Thank you I guess, now where are your parents?” Blackstar said boldly. Lucakit told him the whole story about leaving Dunklekit, the thunderpath, his clan leaving and all that. “Well, you know you could stay here if you’d like. I’m sure Dunklekit will find his way here too, it’s not that far.” Blackstar mewed. Lucakit was too stunned to think. “Um, um, yes Blackstar! That would be such an honor!” Lucakit exclaimed. It truly was an honor. “Well then, it is decided. Lucakit is a member of ShadowClan now.” Blackstar said with a grin. Lucastar liked this Mewtwo. He looked fierce and mean, but he had a heart of kindness.

Proud, he head out of the den to tell Snoopclaw the news. Mewtwos still stared at him, but they seemed more used to him than when he first arrived. “Hey Snoopclaw? Guess what?” Lucakit piped up while dashing into his den. “Blackstar said I can join ShadowClan!” Lucakit yelled happily. Snoopclaw got up out of his moss bed. “Oh wow! I’m so happy for you Lucakit!” Snoopclaw yelped. They both happily sat down on the gravel flooring to talk. “Blackstar looks so cool, too. Why does he look so different?” Lucakit piped up again. “Well, he was just made that way, if you guessed. I think you’re really cool too! Your light blue peach fuzz, blue tail and glowing aqua eyes, you’re just so handsome!” Snoopclaw mewed happily. They were just so cheerful in the moment, Lucakit didn’t even remember what was going on with Dunklekit. Later, he started to think of him again. “I really hope Dunklekit’s ok. I miss him.” Lucakit murmured before drifting to sleep. After a minute Lucakit began to dream that he was on the thunderpath. Dunklekit was next to him. Before he could say hi to his brother, a monster was roaring up ahead. With his instinct and fear, Lucakit flew off the thunderpath quickly without turning his head. “Dunklekit! Get off the thunderpath!” He yelled, just remembering his sibling was still in the danger zone. Before Dunklekit could even get up, the monster ran over him. The monster’s paw rolled right over him, this time crushing his whole body, and not just his leg like Fadeheart’s moment with that other monster. The same horror shot through Lucakit like before. He saw some sharp glass fling in the air as the monster zoomed past, hitting Dunklekit in the head. Lucakit didn’t see where it hit him cause he was facing the other way. Dunklekit turned, with his paw over his left eye. Blood streamed down his finger over the eye he was covering. His face had the most pure anger that Lucakit had ever seen in his life. “Look, Lucakit. You don’t care anything about me at all. Why did you leave me to die? You care only for yourself and your own pleasure. I’m gonna have revenge on you, Lucakit. And you’ll remember it.” Dunklekit growled, and then everything turned black. Lucakit woke up with a shock from the traumatic dream. Then he looked over at Snoopclaw, floating a few fox lengths away from him. “Wake up, Lucakit! It’s your first day as a member to ShadowClan!” Snoopclaw mewed excitedly.

Chapter 3

Lucakit got up and flopped onto the ground from exhaustion. “I’ll carry you!” Snoopclaw mewed. He picked up Lucakit and flew out of the den. After about 3 minutes, Lucakit was introduced to all the others. “I heard your new to ShadowClan. Nice to meet you.” Rollpang yelled to Lucakit. “Thank you!” Lucakit replied. Snoopclaw guided Lucakit to the end of ShadowClan territory. “This is the- “Hey! We got news.” Another Mewtwo called to Snoopclaw. “ThunderClan has returned, but two kits are missing.” “Which ones?” Snoopclaw asked. “Lucakit who we know is here, and Dunklekit”

“What?” Lucakit exclaimed. “Dunklekit’s my brother! They all stood in silence. “Really?” The Mewtwo asked Lucakit. “It’s true. He told me the first day he came here.” Snoopclaw replied. “Oh no, I’m so sorry! I hope he’s ok.” The Mewtwo mewed to Lucakit. Lucakit started to get worried again for his sibling. “How about we go in the forest to look for him?” Snoopclaw asked Lucakit, as the other Mewtwo flew away. Lucakit remembered his dream again. The monster running over Dunklekit, him saying he’ll have revenge while he was all bloody on the thunderpath. “Sorry, no no no. Please.” He mumbled to Snoopclaw, panicking a little bit. “How come?” Snoopclaw questioned. “Please, just trust me.” Lucakit staggered. “Um, ok?” Snoopclaw snorted back. The Mewtwos flew silent back to Snoopclaw’s den. “Hey! We have trouble!” They heard Leaftoe call from her den. They raced out of the den to see others emerging too. “I saw ThunderClan Mewtwos spying on us behind Blackstar’s den.” Leaftoe went on. “They’re planning an attack!” Mewtwos stared in horror as Leaftoe said those words. Lucakit was worried too. “How come?” Lucakit yelled to Leaftoe. “Cause of you.”

Mewtwos stared at Lucakit. He felt flustering embarrassment go through his body, as Ducepaw piped up. “I saw it too. They told each- other that we stole Lucakit while they were gone, and they’re gonna fight to take him back. They say whoever took him into ShadowClan will get a death sentence by their leader, Heatherstar.”

Lucakit stared at him with anixiety. Snoopclaw looked very aggressive. “Well, we’re not letting them have him. It’s not his fault they left him there with Dunklekit. They should have taken him and his brother with them. Besides, Lucakit WANTS to be here. I’ll fight for him if I have to. Who’s with me?” He yelled. 5/6ths of the clan agreed, including Blackstar. Lucakit was stunned of having so much mercy by the most feared clan of all. Snoopclaw finished. “Let’s all prepare for attack! Follow Blackstar’s orders!”

Mewtwos yowled loudly in war cry. Lucakit got excited, it was his first battle! “I’ll join some warriors Shadesong picks out. Can you stay in my den?” Snoopclaw mewed. Lucakit didn’t want to be lazy inside a den. He wanted to fight. “Sorry, Snoopclaw. I want to fight to show I want to stay here, and I’m not a prisoner.” Lucakit vowed. Snoopclaw new he was a kit, but he was the main source of the war. Snoopclaw nodded in agreement. “I want Armkill, Snoopclaw, and Waterpine to be our fighting force. If we need more, we will choose to more warriors or experienced apprentices.” Shadesong called to everyone. “This will be an easy battle.” She fazed. All the Mewtwos gathered where they were told to and lined up. Lucakit watched Snoopclaw fly to the other warriors, and Lucakit hid behind a bush around the exit to join them when they leave. After 2 minutes of preparation, they dashed away like lightning. Lucakit snuck out and followed. In the air he heard birds chirping, and the sun was blazing above them. After a minute, they settled near the thunderpath to wait for ThunderClan to strike. Lucakit cringed at the sight of the thunderpath ahead of them, then all of a sudden he heard a yowling in the distance. It was ThunderClan. “We’re coming without justice! Nothing!” They yelled. Lucakit felt a chill up his body, but he forced himself to stay in one position through all of it. “私たちはもう平和ではありません!” One exclaimed. Lucakit didn’t know what he said. “They said they are no longer in peace. What did we do? Anyways we didn’t steal you, if you were the reason.” Snoopclaw told Lucakit while bracing for an attack. One of them attacked Waterpine, but they didn’t expect her to retaliate in a water type move. The ThunderClan warrior got blasted in the air, before hitting a tree and knocking it down. It crashed right onto the thunderpath, then the worst thing happened. A monster was coming, faster than normal. The mewtwos watched as the monster stopped its paws, but they slid on the water that Waterpine attacked with. It slipped and flipped around, but the ThunderClan mewtwo glowed its eyes and used a psychic move to stop the monster. He placed it down carefully on the other side of the thunderpath, and watched it run off. The mewtwos felt a relief as it left. But the relief didn’t last long, the fight was still undergo. After the mewtwo lifted the tree and threw it off the thunderpath, another one struck down and pinned Snoopclaw down on his back. Lucakit watched in horror as the mewtwo raked Snoopclaw’s purpleness down to the middle of his tail with psychoclaw. He saw blood stain from there to his tail down, as the mewtwo flipped him over and kicked him across the clearing. He rolled and landed face first on the grass and didn’t move. “Snoopclaw!” Lucakit screamed. Snoopclaw was his best friend. “Are you okay? He panicked. He flew over and saw the mewtwo that attacked Snoopclaw. His horror turned to anger. Without thinking of his size, he plunged at the mewtwo, biting him with his canines. He didn’t realize how hard he bit him till he saw blood come out of the bite marks. He then saw the mewtwo look at him, and he didn’t seem fazed at all. Until he made a small shriek and picked him up by the braincord, which made him go limp. “You traitor! I thought you were loyal to ThunderClan, not our enemies!” He yelled with anger. Lucakit blindly saw that he was creating a shadowball to blast at him. 3 hits of that could kill him, and no one was looking.

“Help me!” Lucakit shrieked for his life.

Waterpine and Armkill looked at him with fear. They dashed away and from the attackers ,and flew down to Lucakit. Armkill had especially strong arms, stronger than an average mewtwo. He got a superpunch attack ready, then punched with all his might right into the mewtwo holding him’s solar plexus. He grunted and flung far into the air, dropping Lucakit while Waterpine flew up to block an attack facing him. Armkill grabbed him and put him next to Snoopclaw while he got up and helped Waterpine. Lucakit couldn’t help feeling bad for his original clan’s mewtwo getting hit with such a terrible attack, but his mind swapped to Snoopclaw when he heard him breathe. “Are you feeling alright?” Lucakit exclaimed. “Yah, I’m fine. Are you ok?” Snoopclaw asked Lucakit. He nodded. “My tail and above hurts, but I’ll survive. Hey, It looks like we’re winning!” Snoopclaw perked up. Lucakit turned to see ThunderClan mewtwos fleeing in fear. “I’m gonna go back by myself. Please be okay.” Lucakit mewed to Snoopclaw. “I’ll be okay. Thanks. And please make sure you make it back safe as well.” He replied drowsily. Lucakit waved his tail and flew on to ShadowClan territory.

On the way, Lucakit heard something in the forest. When he looked, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

It was Dunklekit.

Chapter 4

Dunklekit!” Lucakit happily purred out loud. He flew through the bushes, popped out and hugged him, still covered in leaves. But Dunklekit shoved him away. Then without saying a word, he blew an attack a Lucakit. Lucakit tumbled backward and hurt his neck. “Ow! What was that for? It’s me, Lucakit!” He gasped while catching air from the blow. Dunklekit said nothing. Without warning, he hissed and flew deeper into the woods. Wait!” Lucakit yelled. He followed him. Then he remembered the dream again. “It’s just some stupid dream,” he thought. “Dunklekit’s probably in a bad mood or something.” he kept on going.

After a while, he saw Dunklekit go into a hole in the ground. Not thinking it through, Lucakit followed him down. “What are you doing here? Stop following me fox dung!” Dunklekit screeched at Lucakit. “At least he’s talking now,” Lucakit thought. “Why does his voice sound like he’s been talking for 10 hours straight?” Dunklekit all of a sudden got on for legs and started hissing again. He was acting so wild, Lucakit thought he was playing a joke. “Stop it, silly! I’ve finally found you! I’ll bring you some fresh kill.” He told him happily. But Dunklekit wasn’t changing. He just hissed more, and Lucakit could feel a chill up his back. He was alone in a cave with a strange acting mewtwo kid, his brother. “Um… I’m gonna go back now.” Lucakit staggered. Dunklekit had fire blazing, angry eyes. Lucakit couldn’t hold his internal anger anymore. “Okay. I’ve had enough. What is wrong with you, you little rabbid rabbit? You’re NOT acting like my brother, at all!” Lucakit prowled at Dunklekit. He didn’t move, then Dunklekit flew over to the end of the cave. He picked up a weird bone on the ground and started eating it while flying back to Lucakit. “Uh… are you okay?” Lucakit snorted. He thought Dunklekit was doing that to be funny again, but then he gobbled it up like it was ice cream. He looked at Lucakit with the blood from the bone he ate drooling out of his mouth. He looked like a horror, but in real life. He was smiling. That’s when Lucakit realized something was really wrong with him. He dashed out of the cave, not looking back. He needed to tell ThunderClan what was going on. About him wanting to stay in ShadowClan, and what was wrong with Dunklekit and that he had found him. He thought maybe the dream he had could have been a sign. “Oh arceus no…” he thought panicking. “Does my brother have rabies?”

Lucakit dashed out of the forest, heading for ThunderClan. He needed to tell his mother about Dunklekit. In under a span of 8 minutes, he made it to the ThunderClan border. “It definitely smells better than ShadowClan.” He thought, giggling silently. Then he saw his old den. His mother, Hillchime, was bathing in the sun on a moss blanket. He quickly but silently sprinted out of the bush he was hiding in and ran to his mother, not flying so less noticed him. “Mommy!” He exclaimed. Hillchime flinched and looked at him. “Oh my sweet Lucakit! You’re back!” She purred extremely loud. They both gave each other big hugs. “I was so worried, I was crying.” She went on. “When we left ThunderClan to home in the forest during the storm, I thought you and your brother came along with your friends. But y’all didn’t, and I panicked and looked for you guys. But I couldn’t find you or Dunklekit, and I was so sad. I weeped the whole way. But now you’re back, and I’m so happy! But, do you know where Dunklekit is?” She mewed, words tumbling out of her mouth. “Yah, I do. That’s why I came here to tell you about him.” Lucakit mewed back. “I also heard you’re staying in ShadowClan! How’s that? Is it fun? Do you have friends? How many? Are you- “Wait!” I’ll answer those later. Dunklekit’s acting very strange. He scowled.“ He’s so skinny, even his ribs are almost showing. He’s eating bloody bones, he attacked me when I found him, and he would hiss and he acted like he never knew me.” Lucakit shuddered. Hillchime looked horrified. “My poor baby!” She exclaimed. “I have to find him.” She mewed anxiously. “Okay, well I’ve gotta go back. My clanmates might be worried for me.” He softly mewed to Hillchime. She happily nodded, then flew right into the woods. Lucakit was happy to have such a great and loving mother.

When he entered the entrance to ShadowClan, he saw everyone who fought were back and being cared for. It gave him a wave of relief to see Snoopclaw up cleaning the retired warriors cave for them. His cuts were barely noticeable. “Hey Lucakit!” Snoopclaw yelled. “Fadeheart had her kit today!” He exclaimed. “You should go see her.” Lucakit just then remembered that Fadeheart was the mewtwo that had saved his life from the monster a few days ago. He hadn’t even thanked her yet, and he didn’t know that she had a kit with her the whole time she had saved him before. If she hadn’t of made it, two lives would have been taken instead of one. He felt very guilty, and flew off to her den. The baby kit was sucking on a wet piece of moss. “Fadeheart, I should have come to you sooner…” he staggered a bit from a tight throat, cause of his guilt. “ I owe you a bunch for saving my life. I must repay you with something extraordinary.” He mewed brightfully. The she-mewtwo glanced at him with a loving face. “No no… you’re okay. No need to repay! No one needs to. I just wanted to do my job of protecting us all, and my little one here.” She mewed while purring. “By the way, her name is Lifekit.” She mewed. “She brings my heart to life.” She purred happily. Lucakit thanked her and purred as well. “Thank you Jesus for everything and everyone!” He mewed happily. “We all love you!”

The rest of the night was great. Lucakit ate more burgers and fries, while they all played leaftoss. Lucakit started to feel guilty again looking at Fadeheart’s fractured leg, but he felt better seeing that it was healing.

1 moon passed. Things were going very well. They always had enough food, Lucakit got to play with Lifekit every day, and he got to explore more of the camp. He knew almost every single name of the ShadowClan mewtwos. “Wow. I love it here.” He mewed, proud for feeling strong that day. “I get to eat like 5 burgers every day with fries and donuts from the human garbage, and my brother lives as a savage in the forest, eating rats and bones.” He shivered at the thought of being related to such a kit.

Chapter 5

2 more moons passed. Lucakit learned how to glide, use shadow ball, and build a den. Forgefang flew over while he was chewing on a rock from teething. “Hello! Do you need something?”Lucakit asked him cheerfully. Lucakit has just found out the day before that Forgefang was Lifekit’s father. She was 3 moons old now, and they had become very fond of each other. “Oh Lucakit, get ready for some exciting news!” He mewed. “You’re becoming an apprentice today, Orbkit too!” He exclaimed.

Lucakit smiled big and squealed happily. “Oh yah!” Lucakit snapped, super pleased. Within seconds, Lucakit heard Blackstar call from the highrock. “Let all Mewtwos old enough to catch their own prey gather around the highrock for a clan meeting.” He yelled. “Oh boy, it’s time!” Snoopclaw mewed, while heading towards Lucakit. “Would Lucakit and Orbkit please come up here?” He mewed with a glitter in his eye. Both kits tumbled and tripped up the highrock. Orbkit climbed up first, leaving Lucakit panting half way. “I give up, I’ll fly the rest of the way.” He breathed silently. After he got up and layed down on the scorching hot rock, he saw Blackstar floating an inch over ground, while Orbkit was picking at his toes full of grime. “Today I will appoint Orbkit as a new apprentice. His mentor will be Loudfern. Train him well, and I expect you to pass on your knowledge of fighting to him. Good luck, Orbkit, your new name will be Orbpaw.”

Everyone cheered, but Lucakit couldn’t get up from his tiredness, and being too hot to clap. Orbpaw looked like he couldn’t contain his happiness, and yowled loudly. He flew down from the highrock and went to see Loudfern. They both purred and touched foreheads. “Lucakit, thank you for being here. You are strong, loyal, and brave. Your new name will be Lucapaw, and your mentor is Snoopclaw.” Blackstar mewed to Lucapaw. “Snoopclaw!” Lucapaw purred. He stumbled and crashed down the highrock, landing in Snoopclaw’s arms with slices and cuts. “You’re the best mentor ever! I’m so glad Blackstar chose you.” Lucapaw piped up. “I’m glad too! I’ll train you like a prince.” Snoopclaw laughed back. They both had the best time until sunset.

Lucapaw watched the dawn patrol leave with Snoopclaw. He sneaked on with them, curious about where they went. They went to the thunderpath, hiding behind a bush. He saw them looking out, then one glowed its eyes and picked up a trash can from far off. They rummaged through the human garbage, picking up food and then flying back to ShadowClan. Lucapaw stayed around the trash can.

After like 4 minutes of searching through it, he couldn’t find anymore edible objects and flew on back. On the way he heard a scruffling behind a bush. “Hello? Is anyone there?” he stuttered with fear. Then all of a sudden, Dunklekit pounced out of the bush next to him. Lucapaw stared at him intently. Dunklekit looked back at him. “Well look who it is, Dunklekit. I’m now Lucapaw. A kit can’t beat an apprentice.” He mewed, still scared. Dunklekit growled back. “Well I’m not Dunklekit either. I’m Dunklepaw.” He hissed while crawling. “What do you mean, you little furball? You don’t have a mentor, or even a clan.” Lucapaw told him sternly. “I don’t need one. I’m being mentored in the dark forest, by Bloomfeather.” He growled back to Lucapaw. “You can’t be…” Lucapaw replied shaking. “If you don’t believe me, then attack me and I’ll show you my strength.” Dunklepaw hissed abundantly. Lucapaw thought for a moment, then without warning Dunklepaw plunged at Lucapaw. “Owwaaah!” Lucapaw screamed. Dunklepaw was biting him on his tail. Blood started to rush out, and Lucapaw started to get really angry while in pain. He flipped upward and flung Dunklepaw off him. Then he used psycho cut, but missed Dunklepaw’s chest and cut his face. Lucapaw watched in horror as he saw the blade cut right through his left eye. “Gahhhhhh!” Dunklepaw shrieked in flustering pain. Lucapaw couldn’t watch anymore, and turned his head away. After a few seconds he turned his head and looked at Dunklepaw. His left eye was gone. All that was left was some scaring and blood, while Dunklepaw was panicking and feeling his face. “You ripped my eye out!” Dunklepaw screamed. Lucapaw flew away as fast as he could, and didn’t turn back. “I’m sorry…” he murmured in his head. “The dream WAS a message…”

After he escaped the forest, he flew to the edge of the ShadowClan border. He stared at his bloody tail, and didn’t know what to tell them.

“I’ll say that Dunklepaw was just really angry, and I fought back. But I won’t say what I did to his face.” He frittered. Then he went past the border. “Lucapaw! What’s wrong with you?” Lucapaw flinched. It was Snoopclaw. “Why are you bloody?” “Um um I fought Dunklepaw.” Lucapaw replied. “Why did you fight him? Dunklepaw? Why is that his name?”

“He’s being trained in the dark forest. That’s why his name is Dunklepaw, as well as my name adding in a paw. He’s crazy. I I…” Lucapaw stuttered. “What? Snoopclaw went on. Lucapaw knew he shouldn’t say what made Dunklepaw stop attacking to give him time to flee. “Never mind. He just scared me. I think y’all should stay away from him.” He shivered in a blank voice. “Um ok? Well let’s take care of your tail and paw.” Snoopclaw replied sternly. They both flew into Leaftoe’s den. “Hey, we got an injured apprentice here.” Snoopclaw mewed darkly. “Oh my Lucakit- I mean Lucapaw. You need my healing herbs this instant!” She exclaimed. Snoopclaw stared at him, then flew down and stood on a rock, watching. “This goes here… and this goes- “OWCH!” Lucapaw yelped. “It stings!” “I know I’m sorry, but just for a bit, Lucapaw.” She replied carefully. After a while, Lucapaw left the den with a weird leaf around his tail. “What does this do?” He pooted. “Well that keeps the cut safe from germs, and it helps heal it up quicker.” Snoopclaw mewed back cheerfully. Lucapaw decided he would go play with Lifekit right at that moment. He flew over to her play place. “Hi, Lifekit! He purred while floating to the sunny spot next to her den. “Hi Lucapaw- yuck! What’s that stinky smell? The whole clan could smell that!” She exclaimed. “Sorry, I pooted.” Lucapaw replied. The rest of the day they played until sundown. “Bye bye! I had a lot of fun.” Lifekit mewed to him. “Bye bye too!” He mewed back like a kit. As he tumbled home in the gold sunlight, he realized how really close to Lifekit he really was. “Why does she give me a different feeling than all the others?” He murred while floating into Snoopclaw’s den.

Chapter 6

“Your vibes are rancid… heheh.”

“BAHAHAHA!”

Lucapaw stared at the mewtwos chatting along the gravel. “I’m glad everything’s going well.” He mewed cheerfully while heading out of the den. Morninglight and a cool breeze flew across the clearing while he flew to Snoopclaw. “Hey bro!” He purred while flying to the brush he was laying in. “What’s up?” Snoopclaw replied. “How come your laying in a brush?” Lucapaw asked. “Well, you’ll see if you come lay down. It feels just as good as laying in the moss chair!” Snoopclaw bragged. Lucapaw jumped onto a brush and sank into it. “Ahhhh…” he moaned while closing his eyes. It felt like sheep’s wool! “Look up at the sky! Try to make shapes with the clouds.” Snoopclaw purred. Lucapaw opened his eyes and looked at the sky. “That one looks like a duck… and that one looks like a big rock!” Lucapaw mewed cutely. “Maybe… cause that is a big rock! Get out of the brush, now!” Snoopclaw screamed. Lucapaw shrieked and flew out of the brush with Snoopclaw following. The huge rock crushed the brush they were laying on. “What in Arceus name?” Snoopclaw shouted. All of a sudden they jerked and saw Blackstar zoom up into the air. “Everyone listen! We’re under attack!” Blackstar yelled. “It’s from ThunderClan!”

“Why do they want to attack us? We just sorted out the problem last time!” One of the mewtwos yelled. “I know, right?” Leaftoe exclaimed back.

“All of our warriors, line up at the dens! Armkill, protect the babytwo den!” Blackstar ordered the warriors. They all rushed to their places. Lucapaw watched Snoopclaw line up next to Hoppelt, and Forgefang line up next to Fadeheart and Waterpine. “Get ready!” Blackstar ordered again. The mewtwos got prepared. Lucapaw saw ThunderClan soaring on air to their clan, while Defkit was waddling out of the babytwo den. No one was watching him. “Defkit stop!” Lucapaw yelled. But something horrible happened. Defkit started stumbling around the edge of the hill around the nursery, and then tripped on a rock. Lucapaw watched him flail, then fall off the cliff.

“No!!!!” Lucapaw screamed. He flew faster than he ever had before, then blew off the cliff after Defkit. Defkit was wailing and shaking every limb on its tiny body. “I almost got you…” Lucapaw veered. “Gotcha!” He grabbed a hold on Defkit. He stopped wailing as loud, and grabbed tightly around Lucapaw’s tummy. Lucapaw then scrambled on the edge of the cliff and hung onto a rock. It was big enough for Lucapaw to heave himself onto and slump on so he and Defkit could rest. “That… was so… crazy.” Lucapaw panted. Defkit still hung on tightly to him. “We got to get back up. Your mother Mellow must be really worried about you.” Lucapaw mewed, still out of breath. “You’re so cute.”

After about 3 minutes of resting, Lucapaw gathered enough strength to fly back up the mountain. “What?” He exclaimed. The whole clan was fighting. Even the retired warriors. “This needs to stop!” He yelled. Before finding his friends, he brought Defkit back to the nursery. “Hopefully he won’t come back out again.”

Lucapaw dashed out of the den, and flew over the highrock. He saw Blackstar fighting someone familiar. “Heatherstar!” Lucapaw exclaimed. Even the clan leader had come to fight. “This has to stop somehow!” He mewed angrily. But before he could get down, a grey and prickly mewtwo flew up to him and grabbed him by his foot. “Wah!” He yapped. He was thrown right off the highrock. “I can… get up!” He thought eagerly in the air. And so he did. After flipping right side up again, he looked for an opponent his size with the breeze blowing across his thighs. “There!” He whispered to himself. A common mewtwo, a little smaller than him was floating in the corner of a den. “That one’s small to be in a battle…” he thought. He didn’t care, and dashed off while making a shadow ball. As he flew right over it, the mewtwo flew away. “Scaredy cat!” He yelled. As he blew the attack, the mewtwo flew straight into it. While he was thinking how dumb that act was, it counter attacked the shadow ball. “That’s so smart- it blew him across the clearing before he could finish the sentence. Then the mewtwo flew away. “Now I’m the dumb one…” Lucapaw snickered to himself while he got up, aching from the hit. Then he saw Snoopclaw fighting a blue shadow mewtwo with a crystal on his back. “I’m coming to help you!” Lucapaw yelled. “Oh Lucapaw! I didn’t know where you went!” Snoopclaw mewed back, panting. Lucapaw flew over and shadow balled the enemy from behind. He acted like he had no damage done. “Why am I so weak?” Lucapaw exclaimed. “I don’t know, we’ll train you up after the battle is finished… Ack!” Snoopclaw screamed. He got cut by the claws from the shadow mewtwo. “No you don’t!” Lucapaw yelled at the enemy. Before he could pounce, he heard a horrific scream, then another. “No!!!!” A ShadowClan mewtwo shrieked.

“Banejay is dead!”

Everyone froze, including the ThunderClan warriors. The mewtwo yelled again. “Hillchime killed him!”

Lucapaw was speechless. “My MOTHER killed him?” Lucapaw screamed. Faces turned.

“Lucapaw! Everyone! It wasn’t on purpose! He was weak, and he attacked me, so I fought back.” Hillchime floated towards Lucapaw, shaking. “If only you’d believe…” she started to cry. Lucapaw was shaking too. He couldn’t hold it in anymore, and he flew to his mother and hugged her tightly. Tears ran down her face and onto Lucapaw’s ears. “Please forgive my mother… and can this battle end? Why can’t we just stop!” Lucapaw yelled to everyone. Surprisingly, everyone agreed. Lucapaw and Hillchime watched the ThunderClan mewtwos retreat. “Bye mom,” Lucapaw mewed. “I love you no matter what.” “You too, Lucakit.” She mewed back. “Actually, it’s LucaPAW now!” Lucapaw exclaimed. “Oh wow! Im so proud of you, Lucapaw!” Hillchime chuckled, cheering up. “Bye bye!” They both mewed to eachother. “Bye!” Snoopclaw also said. They both looked at each other while she flew off. “Wow, it’s already midday.” Snoopclaw said silently. “Yah… uhhh…” Lucapaw started to stutter. “Lucapaw?” Lucapaw fainted from heat stroke.

Chapter 7

this is my trainers book story lol

she still has to write more though but I’ll post it when I can heheh

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augment-techs · 13 days

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Unrelated to anything else but coulddddd we get a discussion? Thesis? Talk? On Javi and Amelia’s grid colors and theories??? 👀

Certainly~ Granted, I have no assuredness about Cosmic Fury and Dino Fury when it comes to their relations to Grid Theory, but I can venture a guess?

Javi Garcia: Really, I think the Grid knows what it's doing with him. Black is one of the strongest and most reliable colors because it is a little bit of everything all of the time and can accept itself for what it is. Which is the same and true for all Black Rangers.

Javi has always known that he was invested in music and was going to commit to it for life, despite his father being completely and utterly against it.

Javi knew that he was ride or die with Amelia despite her oddities and all the trouble she got herself and him into.

Javi was always going to be a second in command, if not a leader, in his own right. The Grid knew that, and absolutely made the right choice.

Amelia Jones: This girl was a bit of a mystery to the Grid. Being part alien without having any idea of her background and raised by a human that didn't know anything about her background beyond the simplest of things didn't make it any easier, but Pink called dibs. Pink has long since taken a liking to freaks with purpose, and Amelia was TOPS. Nevermind that she wasn't especially with direction, so to speak, at least she was laser focused and clever and good at pulling people into her orbit in the positive.

But Amelia can be a little too focused, and not always on the right things. Like finding out about her parents when Pop-Pop was severely injured and could have died. Which is...not really useful for Pink. Pink is the Heart.

So really, I think it was a HUGE relief when Zayto moved on and Red needed a replacement. Red was more than happy to take on a single-minded individual with a go-getter attitude and who could really take up the reins in a life or death scenario FAR from home. Did Amelia know what she was doing? Hell no. But Red is the one Color that is actually totally okay with that as long as the job gets done.

@skyland2703

#power rangers cosmic fury #power rangers dino fury #Javi Garcia #Amelia Jones #Grid Theory

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sepublic · 1 year

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Congratulations on the Boscha validation. This episode was a treat in so many ways.

Pal lemme tell you. Back in Season 1B I was a BIG Boscha fan, in part because she had just enough to work with, but also enough empty space for me to speculate freely as I wanted. So I write what was originally my longest TOH fic at the time (and would be for two and a half years, until I finished Understanding Luz last week), and I’m really happy with it. Sure it was released like the day before Agony of a Witch, which I KNEW would probably distract. But honestly I just couldn’t think of a better time so I did it anyway.

That said, I wasn’t getting my hopes up. I had a feeling and wouldn’t have been surprised if the show would move on from Boscha, who’d serve her purpose. If it had more grandiose storylines to pursue than a Grudgby bully’s, so when Season 2 aired in its entirety and she faded into background obscurity, I accepted it! It is how it is, Hexside wasn’t even meant to be as prominent until executive meddling, and even then Boscha wasn’t THAT prominent there anyhow. When she didn’t even appear in Labyrinth Runners, I shrugged because that was that.

But literally the day For the Future aired, I was waiting in anticipation for the release that night and I skimmed through my old Boscha fic for the first time in forever. Reminisced thoughtfully, nostalgically, and ultimately was like Yeah I don’t expect her to show up at this point beyond a cameo, but it was fun imagining and hoping for this type of arc for her back in the days of Season 1B. I’d noticed Amelia and Cat’s presence as puppets in a previous official trailer, thought it was cool because of my Boscha fic and all, but didn’t think it’d GO anywhere, right?

And then I began watching For the Future. I see Boscha, Amelia, and Cat in Skara’s story. I’m already hyped for the cameo of seeing them trying to defend Hexside and failing of course, because we’d already seen Cat and Amelia as puppets earlier the episode. But then Boscha manages to avoid being turned into a puppet, is even saved with the sacrifice of her friends! And then she gets away when the adults charge in as backup! And I’m like okay, so she’s still at Hexside!

AND THEN THE REVELATION THAT BOSCHA IS IN CHARGE. And her whole subplot with Kikimora, her obvious apprehension over losing Cat and Amelia, especially after Amity and then Skara. AND THEN HER TALK WITH WILLOW, the parallels, the callout, because the writers are still interested in that history! And not just Boscha’s history with Willow but with AMITY, as Boscha becomes a bit of an antagonist...

And then she kneels. And suddenly my speculation/fanon of Boscha having this deeply unrequited crush on Amity, this unhealthy admiration and hero worship upon a pedestal. It was canon. The unhealthy co-dependency of it all, Boscha didn’t even want to be the one in charge in their friendship, as long as Amity was by her side! She was fine with being the lackey to Amity, just like Jasper and Lapis from Steven Universe, who I def pulled inspiration from in writing I thought we were Friends.

The way Amity still has this obvious power and growth over Boscha, who isn’t exactly a threat to her, but definitely an obstacle. The gentle yet firm way she reminds Boscha that yeah, they do have a messed up history and she can see the issues that Boscha struggles with, she was a bully herself! But ultimately Boscha is her own person and Amity implores her to take responsibility and mature as she did... AND SHE DOES!!! She helps our kids hold back Kikimora, just enough for them to barely teleport to the skull in time!

Then the end credits, THAT image of Boscha, lonely, scared, isolated. Being ‘consoled’ by Kikimora, unable to participate in the antics of these losers around her because she’s still so insistent on being strong and without vulnerability. The implication that she gave into Kiki’s advice, because despite her general disdain for authority, deep down I read this as being due to authority’s failure to take care of her.

But Boscha still wanted and needed a benevolent authority in the absence of actual parental love, which was why she latched onto Amity so hard. And then accepts Kikimora, because her hyper-aggression and independence is all just a coping mechanism over the sense of loneliness and parentification that Boscha’s suffered through. How her past forced Boscha to grow up fast to take care of herself, but she craves someone who can take care of her, guide her, because she’s so tired of doing that for others when she’s never been on the receiving end!

She’s just a deeply troubled kid. There was more to her than just mean high school bully, not that she wasn’t that either, but. Everything in For the Future, her storyline and resolution with Amity, the scenes with Willow. It felt like the PERFECT redemption and recovery ending that I thought we were Friends didn’t have, but could’ve, left open-ended due to the possibilities of canon. And canon delivered...!

Considering the writers put Boscha to the side for a whole season, with a very limited Season 3 to work with, I never imagined her getting a redemption arc of her own, an acknowledgement of her pain, a canonization of her codependency and twisted worship of Amity, and deep-down need for someone to rely on herself. Boscha’s not important enough, there’s not enough time, they wouldn’t prioritize her anyway. But they did and I’m ELATED for it, I wonder if part of the Doylist reasoning was gratitude towards Eden Riegel (Boscha’s VA) and her work in directing the entire voice cast of TOH. And/or if this was always planned...

Either way, with Eden being our only source of Boscha breadcrumbs throughout Season 2 during her appearances in Cissy’s Post-Hoots, and... This really is a dream come true for me, as was Edric’s storyline in Reaching Out. The minor characters I projected a lot of fanon and characterization and backstory onto, ultimately my fanfics for them DID pay off! The reading and speculation was confirmed! And it is SUCH a treat as someone who’s been engaging with and analyzing this show since it was first announced in 2018, you cannot believe how rewarding it feels.

Season 3′s titles spell out Thanks For Watching, and it honestly does feel as if this Boscha arc was a bone thrown out to her fans and those long-time viewers who engaged with the show that deeply, as thanks for sticking it through the whole way and treating TOH with so much love. And I have to say, THANK YOU to the crew members who made the show to begin with...!

#the owl house #the owl house boscha #ask #reply

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I wanna learn about Barbra! How did she become an adventurer? 👀

The Tale of Ms. Monroe

Barbara was always an adventurer, being an outlaw had its own adventure to it.

But how she started her adventure outside of being an outlaw, is a bit of an interesting story.

After she had been shot several times by her former outlaw band, she limps her way over to the only person she can imagine would even remotely want to help her.

Chance.

She weakly knocked on the door. Chance, knowing people don’t knock at this hour, cautiously opens the door.

“Barbara. What do you want?”

“Well as you can see toots I’m kinda in a sticky situation.”

Chance is taken aback by this, but thinks about it for a second. He shouldn’t have let her in, he really shouldn’t have. But he was never one to turn down the opportunity to save a life.

Even if that life belongs to a woman who has done nothing good in that life.

He takes her in and his wife comes out and looks shocked. Without a second thought, she helps Barbara sit down and hurries off to her room to grab some of her potions.

She comes back out, her arms filled with first aid supplies and bottles. Gently setting them down, she shoos Chance out of the room before addressing her wounds.

Barbara is confused, but thankful nonetheless. She’d heard that Chance had gotten married at one point but she had never met the other woman.

Chance had probably talked about her to his wife, and yet she was helping her without any second thought.

“So, hon, why are you helping me? I’m sure Chance ain’t spoken anything good about me.”

“Why shouldn’t I? You’re injured, and it’s my job to care for the injured, no matter who they are. Even if I’m not fond of them. Besides, Chance may have his own issues with you, but I prefer to see people with my own eyes.”

The two stayed silent until Amelia, as she had learned, had finished up. Once she was finished, she handed an odd shaped bottle to Barbara and instructed her to drink it.

Barbara gave her a questioning look.

Amelia gave her one back.

“You’re already shot, if I wanted you dead then you would’ve been left outside to die.”

She had a point.

“What is it?”

“A simple healing potion.”

Barbara pops the cork out, it falling to the floor somewhere near the end of the couch she was on, and chugs the bottle.

When she’s done, she looks at the bottle before looking back and Amelia.

“Yeah yeah I know, not the tastiest thing in the world.”

“Don’t worry about it hon, I’ve had worse.”

“That’s… not a good response.”

“Why?”

“…Aren’t you tired of that? Of being worried about getting food and water constantly? I know Chance is, and you’re about double his age… I can’t imagine how long you’ve been living like this.”

Barbara thought for a second.

“I’ll be real, I am. But… I ain’t got nothing left if not this. I don’t have a family, all my partners have either beat or left me, and I clearly ain’t got any friends anymore…”

She looks down at her bandages.

“So yer fellow outlaws did this shit?”

The two women look over at the door to one of the bedrooms, Chance stands there with his arms crossed.

“Yeah. They did.”

“That’s why you came to us?”

“Yessir.”

Seeing Barbara like this, the outlaw queen herself, this vulnerable and pathetic, put things into perspective for the young sheriff.

She wasn’t as big and bad as she liked to make herself out to be, she was just a lonely old woman, who had nothing now.

But at the same time, so was Chance. He didn’t have anything either, besides Amy.

“Well, lemme offer you this.”

Barbara raises an eyebrow, “Yer offering me something?”

“Yep, I ain’t got nothing left here either. And Amy isn’t from here, so she ain’t got nothing either. We were planning on leaving The Borderlands, heading on out to find some people who have ruined my life and to find some purpose. Do you… wanna come with?”

“Where y’all headed first?”

“Probably Agrona.”

“Hm. Alright…”

She thought for a moment, was this a good idea?

But what else did she have to lose? It’s not like she had made many good decisions before now.

And… this felt like a good decision.

Nothing was left for her here. It was time to move on.

“Fine, I’ll travel with y’all. M’ not gonna promise I’m easy to travel with though.”

“It’s okay, Chance isn’t easy to travel with either.” Amy teases.

“Hey!”

Barbara laughs, “Cheers to that, hon.”

In the morning, they all grabbed their horses, saddled them, and headed off in the direction of Morgana. Who knows what they would find.

Who could’ve guessed they would’ve become part of the group that would make history? Certainly not them.

But for now, they ride off into a new sunrise.

#barbara monroe #chance boone #amelia hayes #the crux #the tales of selcouth #bowl mixes #writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #original character #oc #original oc #original story #original writing #writeblr community

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hotchsdoormat · 10 months

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HES SO TALL AND BROAD 😭😭😭 WOOF

#puffer jacket #vest #legs #shoulders #everything #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #amelia is talking without purpose

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good7luck · 1 year

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more talks about this semi theory ~feat. angst~

(summary of the semi theory: Shapeless One gave the name Noe cuz he killed everyone in the black market except Noe)

Even under the assumption young Noe was in fact fully aware of what happened...maybe he still got to “choose”(...) to follow Shapeless One, not even (only) because he was too young / scared / used to the slave status. The boy’s life was basically THAT hell in the black market - to the point Shapeless One was genuinely a life savior to Noe, who “finally” stopped the seemingly-never-ending pain “for him”...perhaps? It doesn’t necessarily mean Noe was happy merry at Shapeless One’s murders, but he’s likely to feel he owed him since that day.

This could explain why young Noe was (relatively) able to “process” the sudden horrible death/s/ and try to take some actual action against berserk Louis quickly, “better” than Domi. It was NOT the first time for Noe to see such a bloody gore scene. It makes sense “even more” that Noe (obviously) got shocked at Louis’ death and yet apparently never blamed Shapeless One so much. Noe came to have “even more” complicated feelings, combined with the old memory when he was “saved” by him in the black market. Possibly even the “same” way, who knows.

Besides...both Noe being an Archiviste & his connection with Shapeless One are suspiciously too /un/known to people in general, both humans and vampires. If Shapeless One simply “bought” Noe and “gently” left (lol), there would’ve been some witness(es) and/or trace(s) in some form, eventually causing great rumors and gossips about why THAT (in)famous Shapeless One even bothered to take the boy of all “things” for what purpose. Some might’ve tried to come after Noe & kidnap him to see what he is, out of curiosity or whatever. Like Ruthven got VERY interested in Noe both ways in the end.

But no - Shapeless One never stopped young Noe from making friends with random kids or freely going around for years. It doesn’t look like Noe got out of the castle area / Averoigne (freely by himself) since then, but still. Shapeless One was not worried about any attack. He’s so certain that such a thing wouldn’t happen - he “cleanly”(...) got rid of all the “dangerous elements” already.

Noe (& Archiviste) has been unknown and hidden enough for so long that he can travel by himself (with Murr, I know XD) quite safe without getting chased particularly so far, even with that “carefree” attitude (ex. getting all excited around Amelia he just met).

Noe is “somehow” pretty convinced that barely anyone would recognize him as an Archiviste first, as long as he doesn’t reveal it himself. That’s why he gets visibly stiff when someone else unexpectedly brings the name up to his face (ex. Count Parks Orlok, Jean-Jacques). Not only Shapeless One but also Noe himself is (usually) “sure” that there’s no one to (actively) raise his guard against “for that matter” - they’re all dead, and Noe saw it on that day.

#vanitas no carte #vanitas no shuki #vnc #les memoires de vanitas #the case study of vanitas #the shapeless one #noé archiviste #noe archiviste #vnc noé #vnc noe #vnc theory #good7luck

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dark-twist-fairytales · 1 year

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(Obligatory: Amelia Copperbottom belongs to @androidcharles . It's static around her eye to show tears, she's an android.)

It's under a cut because this shit got LONG (no, I don't know how long, just long). Uhh, gonna go ahead and say there is a good amount of swearing.

The rumbling of the truck slowed, but not without a jolt. Amelia, known at the time as Unit AM, hadn't realized she'd gone into sleep mode, but the jolt woke her right back up, a gasp leaving her as she quickly covered her mouth. She didn't know where she was currently, or why they made such a sudden stop, but she NEEDED to stay quiet and hide.

Listening, the driver's door slammed shut, the sound of boots on uneven dirt and grass caught her attention, as the driver did swear a few times from some unexpected holes. She decided to take a look, moving very quietly and carefully to the side of the truck bed, lifting up the blanket that hung on metal rods to peak outside.

"There you are, loner! Got your delivery of metal." The driver announced. The only reason she knew it was the driver was due to his gruff voice badly singing -or screaming- 'Party In The USA' while driving down the road. There was another person, however, just barely blocked by the driver in her view. Bits and pieces came around: orange hair, the belt of tools around their waist, a very specific color of green that she couldn't pin down.

"About time, too. Got another fucking order for those daggers." Their voice.. Dark, cold, but it almost sounded deeper than it naturally should have. Was he purposely dropping it? Or was it just a habit? She didn't know. Breaking her thoughts, she had to dive down quickly by the fact of the two men approaching. She couldn't see the other male, or where she dived to, and ended up toppling a whole pile of metal down around her. She held her mouth close out of fear of being caught, but their conversation carried on as if there wasn't a huge cluttering. "What did you say about Project SAI?" Uh oh..

"Dude, the entire operation got called out! Apparently, they were creating these deadly androids to work for criminal organizations. Or some shit like that."

"But, why is that important to me, exactly?"

"Less demand for metal from the yard, the more you get! C'mon, use your head a little, D - Dawg!"

"Call me that again and you're getting a throwing knife to your eye."

"Psssh, whatever. Plus, the Government said any metal they get goes to the scrap yard. Your business is gonna boom!"

She waited a long moment, to try and hear the other guy talk again, but he didn't. With the way his steps sounded, quick and short, he wanted to get this over with and stop talking to whoever the driver was. The thud of the bed of the truck opening up startled her, staring wide-eyed in the direction of it. "Take a look around. So much of it today!"

The weighted shifted, indicating someone was now on the bed with her, and the footsteps of boots on metal was clear. In a panic, she put herself in a fake shutdown, still able to hear, feel, and remember everything, she just couldn't see...

As the unknown male got closer, she could feel his hand lightly stroke her arm, as if she were alive. "Oh, you poor thing.." His voice was a bit higher, holding sympathy to, what he thought was, a deactivated android. "Ugh.. This doesn't feel right, Morris." He said, suddenly standing up from beside the android. "I mean- Project SAI busting down, you having a FULL android back here I- What the Hell?"

"Dude, chill out. It's not like the android is alive!"

"Yeah? I call bullshit." The male beside her huffed, grabbing some metal that had fallen around her and tossing it off the side. This happened a couple of times, before he stopped and moved. Another couple of throws and stopped. Moving, and seem more throwing. By now, the bed of the truck felt lighter, bouncing more with each step the male took. He was soon by her, sitting down with a pained grunt.

After a few moments, she could feel his fingers lightly tracing on her arms, nails also scratching and moving in a comforting way. There wasn't anything said, but she definitely felt more comfort come from the rubbing. He stopped after a good minute or so, but she could feel his stare on her face. "Why..? There isn't a use for destroying you guys.." He muttered, before giving a sigh and standing up -swearing included-, before he went and hopped off the bed of the truck.

More talking in the distance, she opened her eyes back up and took a glance out to the world, seeing that the driver was coming back, and she was surrounded by no metal at all, being the only thing left, like he couldn't take her and destroy her.. She had to think, and quick. She looked to the bed, seeing it still open, and nodding to herself, as she began to crawl from one side to the end. The truck started up, which startled her and caused her to fall off of the bed, with Morris the driver happily driving away. Good, don't think she could handle another Miley Cyrus sing-along..

As she stood up, brushing the dirt off, she glanced down to her bandana and gave a whine as the two holes in it. Man, she didn't have another one.. She moved away from where she fell to the three buildings that stood. An apartment building on the very right, with a house in the middle, and a.. Shop? Garage? It looked like a mini warehouse to her. Behind all of those buildings was miles of forest.

In the mini warehouse, she noticed the same color of shoes from earlier, and could promptly assume it was the guy that had started talking to her. She quickly moved towards the building, the bottom of her UI getting a bit static-y from her 'tearing up', essentially. She stopped short, her mind beginning to run. What if this wasn't him? What if it had been someone else talking with her? Where were THEY then? How com- "Hello?"

Giving a shriek and quickly moving backwards, she hit a wall behind her, turning as far away from this male as possible. It was the same guy, only, she could ACTUALLY see him. Orange hair held back with a bright yellow headband, a bit of ash on his face, faint smell of metal and burning wood surrounded him. He quickly made it known he wasn't looking for danger, moving over and making sure the other was alright.

"Who... Who are you.. Where am I..?" Her voice came out very wavy, as she slide herself down the wall and curled up tightly out of fear.

"Hey, hey.. It's alright.." The male hummed, getting down on his knee in front of her and offering his hand. "My name is Damen Michaels.. You're in a town called 'West Mesa'." He said, which seemed to calm her wires down a bit, letting up a bit and turning towards Damen. "You came from Project SAI, yeah..? Do you have anywhere to go?"

"No.. I don't.. I'm on the run.. I'm Unit AM." She spoke, before reaching her hand to grab Damen's. Calloused and rougher than she expected, but it was assuring nonetheless.

"Well, you're in luck.. You have a place here, access to any supplies you need, without a fee." Damen spoke as he stood up, the android following his actions, before the male leaned to look around the wall, pointing to the apartment building. "It's not much, due for demolition even, but I offer it as your safe haven."

With that, he let go of her hand, turning around to the mini warehouse. "You're free to go settle yourself in. If you need anything, I'll be in here for a few hours." He said, before walking over towards the building, a subtle limp on his left side. But, she didn't go to the apartment, instead following Damen into his shop. Damen did notice her actions, but allowed her to follow, pulling up a chair for her by the open door and going to the table full of scrap metal, beginning to sort it out by metal types.

~~~~

Awaking from her sleep, Amelia felt an odd sense of missing in her chest, the memory and dream replaying in her head. She glanced to the physical clock she had, her dream simulation only lasting 3 hours, and giving a small sigh.

Leaving that day without thought, but it felt right.. Being here felt right and amazing.. But she couldn't help but think of a few what if's, allowing her mind to until her sleep mode powered back on, sending her back to the land of dreaming. The only way she could actually achieve that was by grabbing her old bandana, which was patched up by Damen with bits of blue fabric. It made it unique and special to her, but she never really wore it unless she was missing something, Earth specifically. A subtle, smokey wood smell was still on it, even after all these time (and multiple washes), but it helped ease her further into sleep.

As she gripped it tightly in her hand, practically curling around it and other things, she couldn't help but smile in blissfull relief. She was safe here, she had her dad and papa, she had the clan, she had so many friends, and Dave..

"Thank you.."

#the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin oc #damen micheals #amelia copperbottom #my art!#my writing!

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Amelia Novak + the wreckage of my family

Sometimes I think about Amelia Novak's 10x20 line of trying to put her family back together.

Amelia Novak, trying valiantly to protect Jimmy, after realizing he wasn't lying about the demonic world he'd gotten mixed up in. Although it was ultimately Jimmy who invited the Devil in, she perhaps thinks she'd failed to support him when he needed her the most. This guilt propels her into further ruin. (Images courtesy IMDB)

In SPN 10x20, Angel Heart, we get this:

AMELIA (tearfully): I was dreaming. This whole time, I was dreaming... of finding Jimmy, of putting my family back together. You're not him anymore. I can tell. CASTIEL: No. AMELIA: Where's Jimmy? CASTIEL: Your husband is in heaven. Amelia, I promised to protect your family, and I failed. AMELIA: Not if Claire's alive. She's all that matters. CASTIEL: Claire is alive. She's grown up to be a very strong-willed young woman. AMELIA: Oh, that's my girl. I just ... I shouldn't have ever left her. I-I thought if I could find Jimmy, I would make everything right. But I should've never left her. I shouldn't ... I shouldn't... (Amelia breaks down crying and Castiel embraces her)

You see Amelia...never stopped wanting to fix it. Like as it is with Dean (the symbolic mechanic), her devotion is marked by coming back together even after you've unimaginably failed one other. Like in SPN 7x17 The Born-again Identity:

CASTIEL: We didn't part friends, Dean. DEAN: So what? CASTIEL: I deserved to die. Now, I can't possibly fix it... So why did I even walk out of that river? DEAN: Maybe to fix it. Wait.

Sometimes, you are granted second chances, and sometimes, you are not.

Ultimately, both Jimmy AND Amelia fall prey to angels, and there is no second chance for them. It isn’t fair. It sucks. Faith can be a double-edged sword. Lo, faith in angels can be a triple-bladed dagger. It's a tragic thing.

And like when Dean touches a winged pony and sings along to Air Supply's "All Out of Love," and like Dean when searches desperately for Cas in Purgatory, Amelia is looking for Jimmy, desperately wanting to find him. Because she is consumed by regret and guilt. She feels like she did not support him when he needed her the most.

And what would you say if I called on you now And said that I can't hold on? There's no easy way, it gets harder each day Please love me or I'll be gone I'll be gone <Dean starts mouthing along> … I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without youI know you were right believing for so long I'm all out of love, what am I without you?I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong… Oh, what are you thinking of? <Sam, witnessing something unbearably private for his brother, awkwardly cuts the radio off>

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In SPN 10x20, Angel Heart, we see that Amelia falls prey to Grigori.

This Grigori lures her with the illusion of the repair of her family. Just as Jimmy fell prey to the Heavenly warrior-class of Angel, who lured him with the promise of glory of purpose and the promise of protection for his family from the Apocalypse. (That's why we pray to gods, isn't it? To become under their holy protection?) But Grigori are a disturbing revelation about the truth of not just Grigori themselves, but the symbolic truth of angels as a whole, as well as their place in the predatory rank of the cosmic hierarchy, (at least in comparison to humans).

DEAN: Grigori. (Scene changes back to Sam walking through the house gun drawn and ready walking away from the kitchen doorway. We hear Dean say ‘The watcher angels’ as Holloway appears in the shadows of the open doorway. Scene changes back to Dean and Claire at the hotel) CLAIRE: So are they good or bad? DEAN: Well, some of the lore says that they, uh, they help people, and some says that they prey on people.

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HOLLOWAY: I'm a Grigori. A watcher angel. SAM: Since when do angels feed on humans? HOLLOWAY: Since the dawn of man. SAM: What are you talking about? HOLLOWAY: Your souls... (Holloway walks behind Sam and Sam hides the nail in his hands) Are little slices of heaven that are, if properly kept, delicious meals that can last for years, decades even. SAM: You're not an angel. You're a monster. (Holloway laughs and reaches out to lightly punch Sam on the shoulder) HOLLOWAY: Ahh. (We see Sam’s hands using the nail to open the handcuffs) I prefer to think of myself as a gourmand. I make heaven a place on earth. Keeps me alive and hidden from the rest of the failures that call themselves angels. SAM: Oh, they are failures? Yeah, 'cause you're living so large in your own life. (Holloway turns around quickly and draws his sword on Sam so that it is pointing directly at Sam’s face) HOLLOWAY: There were hundreds of us, but now... (Holloway raises the sword up to show an inscription on the blade) Each of our names inscribed on our swords. A brotherhood of perfectly crafted, engineered beings sent to protect you pathetic, bottom-feeding disasters.

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Amelia cannot repair the ghostly specter of her perfect family. But she can save what's left of it.

HOLLOWAY: You know there's no fixing her, right? (Claire drops Amelia and aims her gun at Holloway. She shoots him four times in the chest. On the fifth shot the gun clicks, as if it’s empty. Claire shoots several more times with the same result. Holloway shakes his head and walks towards Claire, Angel sword in hand) HOLLOWAY: You really think that's gonna hurt an angel of the Lord? (Holloway moves to strike Claire and Amelia jumps in between them) AMELIA: No! Aah! (Holloway stabs Amelia straight through the chest and then pulls out the sword. Amelia falls to the ground and Claire kneels behind her, holding her up. Holloway looks on, smirking) CLAIRE (crying): Mom! Mom! Mom!

Dean, too, tried to save what was left of his family. With John gone, he followed in his father's footsteps, reaching for the protection of the child at his own expense.

"I was dreaming... of finding Jimmy, of putting my family back together."

And that's sort of what Sam & Dean are doing the whole time, and why he and Sam both hang in this terrible ghost of arrested development. They're reaching for this broken, idealized childhood that they were denied. They crave that lost, nebulous ghost of stability and trust.

“Fixing” is admirable; it's a sign of devotion. But it can also foolhardy when carried to extremes. Sometimes, you get second chances, and sometimes you do not.

There's no perfect answer. Only...

...that hope is so very, very human.

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AND LAST OF S5: THE BIG BANG

Soooooo I don't dislike it. All the kid!Amy stuff I really really like even!

but does it stick the landing?

sexism rank objectification (female character is ogled/harassed/turned into a sex joke by the doctor and/or a lead we’re supposed to root for and/or the camera): 7/10

sexism rank plot-point (lead female character is only there to serve plot, not to have her emotional interiority explored, or having her emotional agency ignored by the plot): 5/10

interesting complex or pointlessly complex (does the complexity serve the narrative or does it just serve to be confusing as a stand-in for smart, this includes visually): 6/10

furthers character and/or lore and/or plot development (broader question that ties into the previous ones, at least two of these, ideally three should be fulfilled): 7/10

companion matters (the companion doesn’t always have to be there, but if the companion is there, can they function without the doctor– and overall per season how often is the companion the focus or POV of the story): 3/10

the doctor is more than just “godlike” (examines the doctor’s flaws and limitations, doesn’t solve a plot by having it revolve entirely around the doctor’s existence): 5/10

doesn’t look down on previous doctor who (by erasing or mocking its importance, by redoing and “bettering” previous beloved plotpoints or characters, etc.): 6/10

isn’t trying to insert hamfisted sexiness (m*ffat famously talked a lot about how dw should be sexier multiple times, he sucks at writing it): 5/10

internal world has consistency (characters have backgrounds, feel rooted in a place with other people, generally feel like they have Lives): 6/10

Politics (how conservative is the story): 6/10

FULL RATING: 56/100 (if I can count….)

Better than Pandorica Opens!

OBJECTIFICATION: Not too bad, good start. Amy is wearing (most of the time) the same outfit as last episode, and River is also just vibing

PLOT-POINT: This episode is ostensibly all about Amelia Pond's first Moment with the Doctor as an eye of the storm, and I like that

but Amy never really talks about it or does anything related to it. she does have a bit where she says she doesn't regret their journeying, but for some reason she's the main person who never really seems to... feel anything about it, like actually this genuinely was sorted back in end episode 1 for her

and the whole purpose of her having had this encounter is to bring the Doctor back from non-existence. there's a version of this story, where Amy's conflicted feelings about being abandoned, and even tbh about marriage are at the centre of the conflict

River is just there to be mysterious, you'll see later what's going on with her... maybe...

COMPLEXITY: A lot of forwards and backwards in time and the Tardis is exploding and we still don't know why, in the end they're baaasically running through a museum and the Doctor hooks himself up to the Pandorica and yeets himself into the heart of the storm

It's not egregious/it's possible to follow... there are unanswered questions.....

I also think it's hilarious that after all that supposed set-up, Rory just... takes him out of the box again. Into the box and out of the box

CHARACTERS/LORE/PLOT: I need to ruminate on this a bit. getting married as plot is not a bad thing. I'm not a massive fan of the Amy/Rory romance and how it progressed (mainly because it mostly didn't and then suddenly shifted into a slightly different parallel universe where they're madly in love), so I'm not sold on Amy's adultness being centred in marriage

but this is not only a M*ffat thing. this show is very based in alloromance. it's just whether it makes sense that Amy... wants this... or if the plot just decided that now she does

do I think characters got closer? kinda yeah. Amy and Rory are married now, even though Rory is still characterised as permanently unsure of where he stands with Amy's "moods" (angry moods, sexual moods, sad moods, etc)

Rory: Are you okay? Amy: Are you? Rory: No Amy: Well shut up then!

I was kinda struck by how venomous she was at him, and then they hug and it's fine, but that's kind of what it feels like between them a lot of the time

Amy: are you just saying yes, because you’re scared of me? Rory:... yep

anyway, it changes things for the next season perhaps, now they are firmly married and not in the "will Amy or won't she" boat

and the Doctor came to the wedding! didn't disappear when he was called!

there is plot To Come that is set up... why did the Tardis explode? what is the Silence?

COMPANIONS MATTER: they're there for most of it, there's this whole backstory of Rory protecting the Pandorica for 2000 years, which is the basis of Rory and Amy now being this epic romance, and taken on its own it's pretty cool

Amy is there to experience things happening, so that she can remember it later on, and then she gets married, because in the end all of s5 is centred around the Marriage Of The Ponds and Amy learning that she can grow up (get married) and have adventures with the Doctor and those things don't cancel each other out

the Doctor does things and they all follow

“GODLIKE” DOCTOR: eh, the Doctor solves everything and everyone's just tagging along, but I like the "we're all just stories in the end" bit. the Doctor is also just a story

PREVIOUS DOCTOR WHO: not much of previous Doctor Who in this so... not terrible technically

“SEXINESS”: Why is Amy doing her whole "I'm gonna snog the Doctor" schtick? There's this bit also where she and Rory make out for ages and the camera lingers on it, because now they're passionate lovers, and fine, I guess, it's not the worst thing M*ffat has done

I am deciding to add River's whole... making the Dalek say Mercy. it's kind of a fantasy badass moment where she's being badass with a gun

and here I'm unsure whether to put Amy making Rory afraid or not, because it's definitely a M*ffat fantasy, but it also relates to Amy's whole... why this a good relationship? anyway. we'll put it here, because I'm sleepy, fuckit

Amy sauntering up to the Doctor and saying "We haven’t even had a snog in the shrubbery yet" is unfortunately just. it's in my brain

INTERNAL WORLD: we've met Amy's aunt! in that other world where the stars don't exist and the Universe is ending. and we've met Amy's parents! (wonder if we'll see them again)

it's kind of rebuilding things after episode 1 already gave us something of her life, but none of those character reappear. it's also hard not to know what comes next, which is.... nothing with any of this

especially considering Amy not remembering her parents is presented as a Big Deal in this episode, so her life is now straightened out (I was going to say normalised or returned to the ideal status quo, and realised all three of these are hiding the truth, which is that Amy's life is normative now -- she got married at last, and she has two parents like Normal)

POLITICS: Nothing much one way or another in this

FULL RATING: 56/100 (if I can count….)

I think this episode is defined by being not the worst of the season. It's strongest suit is not being super offensive, but it's also not extraordinary. Its weakness is in the companions again. Are they there to experience the Doctor doing cool stuff, or are they there to have narratives centred around them? How does Amy feel about her entire existence being bait? About being helpless to do anything in this whole thing that revolves in some way around her memories? she just kind of bounces into whatever the plot needs someone to do, never being particularly affected by what came before

#im watching nu!who #im watching eleven who #im watching the big bang #the measurement

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Kylin 20

He did his best to act as though nothing was wrong in front of Amelia. He knew that if he came back acting slightly off, it would alarm her, and she would push for him to tell her what was wrong.

Just like Marta, it was nothing she would be able to fix. Not even with all of her healing prowess.

As dear as Amelia was to him, he solitude much more preferable. He gained these moments of solitude by playing into Amelia’s encouragement for exercise, and would convince her that he intended to just take walk around the headquarters. Amelia was pleased with the initiative, and did not think much of it. But when eyes were finally off him, he slipped off into a small, overlooked cranny in the headquarters. Then, he would curl up and do what he could to not think of anything.

It was the only relief he could find. Everything else was too much of a reminder. He couldn’t grieve Wylett, let alone hear Wylett’s name, without thinking of the battle, which led him and Favel. He could barely face another Ranger without wondering what they thought of his survival and not Favel’s- and it was much worse around Marta. The med bay reminded him of it, the dying plants outside reminded him of it, even the very suns. He couldn’t escape it. It was everywhere.

Unless he was tucked away in the dark, with nothing around him. There was nothing to focus on. Nothing to think about. Just to sit there and wait as long as he though he could get away with.

His new habit avoided hearing of the news happening around the headquarters. He assumed that it was business as usual, anyways. The other two Rangers in the med bay were healing nicely, and even Ivelios was recovering enough that Morganne and Amelia didn’t pester him every time they saw him.

Rei was still stomping around, as Kylin discovered on one fateful morning. He had turned a corner to discover Rei striding down the hall with purpose. He slipped into an open room, hoping that Rei hadn’t caught sight of him.

As far as he knew, Rei wasn’t actively looking for him, and the business with the flower likely kept him busy enough to bother searching out Kylin, but all the same, it was an encounter he didn’t want to have. He knew that Rei would push in areas that not even Amelia would go.

Thankfully, Rei breezed by his place of hiding without so much as a glance into the room. All the same, Kylin waited until he heard the captain’s boots trail off into the distance before breathing sighing a breath of relief and carrying on with heading to his usual haunt.

Eventually, even the darkness offered no relief. His mind refused to remain blank. It kept swirling on the one thought: You should be dead. You should be dead.

When it became too much, he attempted to relieve it by seeking out other dark corners in the headquarters. It helped some. The constantly changing environment mean that his mind was momentarily distracted by the newness and the searching that it couldn’t properly keep his attention on the accusatory statement.

It took him a while to realize that his interactions with even Amelia had become few and far between. His days consisted of sleeping, waking, and finding a place to hide. Food got in there somewhere, but he could have been eating ashes for all the care he put into his diet.

There were times that he heard Amelia come in and pretended to still be asleep, sometimes actually falling back asleep while just trying to pretend.

He didn’t bother checking the progress of his right arm or the movement capabilities of his neck. Not doing much as it was, he didn’t feel any urgent need to see how it was working.

One day, he woke to hear Amelia talking softly to him. He kept his eyes closed in hopes that she would realize what she was saying was futile, and that he was too dead “asleep” to hear her.

Alas, this wasn’t the case. He heard her settle in the chair beside him and gently touch his shoulder. When he didn’t respond, she shook him a little.

“C’mon,” she was saying. “It’s getting dark out and you’ve practically been in bed all day. You really must get up now.”

He debated whether or not he actually had the energy to talk with her.

As though she was reading his mind, she said, “If it were up to me, I’d let you sleep just a bit longer, but I’m not the one requesting that you get up now.”

So then Morganne? Why would Morganne want him up?

He would have dismissed her once again, had it not been for the tone in her voice. She sounded almost desperate, almost on the verge of tears. Slowly, he opened his eyes to look up at her.

There were no creases of worry. There were no red eyes. It was much worse. It was a solemn look of despair, of hopelessness.

Sighing heavily, he pushed himself up.

“Who is it that wants to see me?” he asked. It sounded cracked, which took back initially. Then he remembered he hadn’t talked in a while.

“Rei is heading back to the villages,” Amelia told him.

Rei? He should have stayed asleep.

“He had some final words before he left, and he mentioned wanting you to be there.”

Kylin opened his mouth, a ready made excuse leaping up.

“He said if you can’t muster the energy to see him off, he’ll stop by,” Amelia warned.

The excuse died on his lips before it even made a sound. There was no escaping it, then, was there? Perhaps it wouldn’t be so painful. Rei wouldn’t say anything if others were present.

Maybe Rei just wanted to see how his recovery was going.

Kylin glanced around the room, preparing himself mentally for what was expected of him. He realized something was off, and paused, looking around the room once more.

“Where’s Selim?” he asked.

“I told him to wait outside with the others,” Amelia said. “He’s been particularly irritable today, so I felt it better that I didn’t make his mood worse by having to see you in such tight quarters.”

Kylin nodded, understanding the logic. He stood up, Amelia rising with him. She helped wrap his cloak around him. They then left the med bay, Amelia remaining at his side. Whether it was to make sure that he really was steady on his feet or to make sure he didn’t wander off, he didn’t know. It was possible that it was both.

When they reached the outside of the headquarters, they found a small group had formed around Rei and his horse. He was speaking sternly with a scarred Ivelios and another Ranger, whose name was not immediately coming to Kylin’s mind. Kylin caught snatches of the conversation, but did not care enough to register the words into his head.

Rei stepped back from the two Rangers and raised his voice, addressing the group at large. Kylin was faintly aware of Rei telling them of the new traveling procedures, that they were to report any flower matching the carnivorous flower’s description, and to by no means chase after it alone.

This could have been relayed to him at another point, Kylin thought. All of this information. But it wasn’t like he was particularly inclined to go chasing after new blossoms he had found. Rei could have saved his breath with him.

Rei bade the group farewell, and started walking away, scanning the group as he did so. He spotted Kylin, as Amelia gave them away with a little wave to get the captain’s attention. Rei gestured to Kylin, beckoning him over

Reluctantly, Kylin obeyed.

When Rei was sure that Kylin was following the order, he walked on. Kylin kept several paces behind the captain’s horse, watching the ground in front of him and using his sense of hearing to tell him when Rei had stopped.

When they had gone down the path enough that the others were now out of view, Rei stopped and turned around. Kylin stopped as well, not wanting to draw nearer.

“Come here,” Rei commanded.

It was not a harsh command, but Kylin winced slightly all the same before taking a few steps.

“Closer.”

Biting the inside of his lip, he took a few more steps, just barely within Rei’s reach.

“I heard that you’re taking the fallout of the battle very hard,” Rei said.

Kylin looked to his left, pretending that something had captured his attention while avoiding eye contact.

“I understand that you lost Wylett in the battle,” Rei said.

Kylin didn’t answer. Perhaps he could get through this without speaking. That would be easier.

“He was a good horse, there’s no doubt about that,” Rei said. “There are some that are under the impression that this what’s eating away at you, but let’s cut the crap, alright? We both know that’s not the issue here.”

Kylin still refused to look him in the eye.

“You’re not responsible for Favel’s death, Kylin.”

“I know that!” Kylin snapped with such force that he took a deep breath, wondering how he could rectify the blatant show of disrespect to his captain.

“There was nothing you could have done.”

“I know that as well!” Kylin said, still snappish. He pursed his lips together, not sure if he was angry with himself for behaving so rudely to Rei or if he was angry at Rei for probing.

Rei was silent. Kylin could feel his eyes boring into him.

It felt like an eternity, and still Rei did not move nor look away. Kylin was well aware of the fact that he wasn’t until he said something. Somewhere in the midst of the darkness in his mind, there was a small pinprick of relief, a miniscule voice urging him to release just even one thing that agonized him, begging him to take the opportunity Rei was providing him.

Swallowing hard, Kylin said in a voice not much louder than the miniscule one in his head, “If Favel died from the venom, then there was no reason I shouldn’t have.”

He felt his eyes beginning to burn at the confession, but he clenched his jaw. He still refused to make eye contact with Rei.

There. It was out.

He shouldn’t have had to confess it, though. It should have been obvious. Didn’t anyone else think the same?

“That isn’t true.” Rei didn’t say it as though he was attempting to debate Kylin, to plead with Kylin to see it from another perspective. Instead, there was authority behind the statement; a declaration of a fact. “You and Favel weren’t the only ones hit with that venom. Ivelios was as well. Fool though he was, he decided he was going to take his recovery into his own hands instead of letting Morganne or Amelia help him. It was potent stuff and he had an awful time of it as it ran its course.” He shifted himself so that he was in Kylin’s peripherals. “Now, I’m not going to pretend to anyone that I have the knowledge of healers, but if you ask me, I’d bet money that the venom impacts Elves and Humans differently, and the only deciding factor in your survival was that you had Elven blood.”

This should have been comforting information. This should have been relieving to know. It had been something out of his or Favel’s control. It was just how the cards were played.

But it wasn’t. No burden was lifted off his shoulders. No sigh of relief escaped his lungs.

He had been allowed the toss of a coin, whereas Favel didn’t have a prayer. How was that comforting?

Before Kylin could react, Rei stepped forward, reached out a hand, and gripped Kylin firmly by the jaw, turning his head so that he was face to face with Rei.

“Look at me, boy,” Rei said. Like his grip, his voice was firm, but there was no malice in it. Unwillingly, Kylin met the captain’s unwavering gaze. “You’re a good Ranger. And you care for your fellow Rangers. There isn’t a single Ranger who resents you for your survival, nor blames you for the advantage your racial heritage gave you anymore than they would blame Ivelios. Not even Favel would be upset at you for it, so don’t look for reasons why your name should be on that grave.”

He released Kylin’s jaw, but Kylin didn’t turn back. He wanted the words Rei was saying to be true. But the guilt that had been eating away in his mind was too well fed to be so quickly evicted. It dragged closer to it its source of nourishment, baring its teeth at Rei’s unflinching statements.

“I can’t have you pull away from us,” Rei continued. “Not again. No good came of it the first time, and no good is going to come of it this time.”

Kylin dropped his gaze to the ground.

Rei softened his voice. “You didn’t do anything deserving of the punishment you’re giving yourself.” He stepped up next to his horse and vaulted himself into the saddle. He looked back down at Kylin as he gathered up the reins. “I want you to go back with Amelia when she leaves. Let her keep your hands busy with something rewarding. While you’re there, I want you to let yourself grieve. Make peace with the circumstances in your recovery and his death. And if that’s not enough, learn to forgive yourself at the very least.” He steered his horse straight down the path. “I’ve already made arrangements with Ivelios and the horse master to send up a new horse to you when one is ready, and I’ll have someone check on you from time to time. But you’re not to return to any Ranger duties until I’ve personally cleared you. I don’t want you heading out before you’re ready. Understood?”

Kylin gave the ground a nod. Rei leaned down to give a pat on the shoulder. Then he nudged his horse and set off at a quick trot.

Kylin slowly lifted his head to watch their progress down the path.

The guilt -the darkness- still sat in his mind, gnawing on the bones of the skeletons in the closet, but it had lost the complete control it claimed. The miniscule voice, the pinprick of relief, had won this round.

#between the veil and crown #kylin #rough draft

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