#and is always so smart she plans everything 19 years in advance

[jianlol]

hiiiii (it me, angel) so genuinely wasn’t planning on taking up a 4th muse but this lil shit happened and i fell in love but what can i do ? creating his personality was so much fun like i had to bring him to life :’) anywho,, discord is always available to plot and chat as well as in dm’s here and any of my muse blogs (somi, ren, chaerin) !

i’ve got his stats, kprofile, plots, & pinterest ♡

— welcome to infinite entertainment! it's LIU JIAN, who is the LEAD VOCALIST of PHOENIX. i’ve heard whispers that the 25 year old is pretty DETERMINED but lowkey JUDGMENTAL. also, doesn’t he remind you of XIAO DEJUN (XIAOJUN)?

EARLY LIFE / FAMILY

jian was born on march 27, 1999 in shenzhen, china

his family is his world, his mother and big brother, basically part of the only few people he’d hold back on his eclectic personality from

being a single mother, his mom raised them the best she could with the help of her best friend (his godmother). so growing up, he was determined to help out as much as he could when he was older

he isn’t quite sure where his dad is, he left when jian was born. doesn’t really have any memories of him anyway so he didn’t seek him out or try to delve into that

PASSION

he didn’t start off as a singer or dancer, didn’t quite find his soon-to-be “love” until his teens

his first passion/hobby was ice skating, what was supposed to be a fun family outing had sparked a fire nobody was expecting

he learned when he was 5 but after years of keeping at it, he started competing in competitions here and there at 10, ranking high but never reaching first place

singing was something he’d never thought twice about, only a silly thing he did in the shower or doing chores/homework

even if he was told repeatedly by his family members how good he was, chalking it up to them just saying that because they were supportive like that

PHOENIX

in true jian fashion, he didn’t even have intentions or plans of being an idol, it just happened

he actually went to an audition at infinite entertainment to support his friend, not wanting him to go through it alone

jian never expected a positive response much less passing through to the next round

he was reluctant to keep going though especially since singing was never part of his planning for the future but after seeing how excited his family was for him, he had to go and make them proud (this was also his chance to be able to take care of them)

and after considering with his ice skating career in mind as well, he eventually chose to accept the offer to go through with training

he found himself really enjoying singing and dancing and soon performing on stage, getting the same feeling as when he was on the ice

he debuted at 19 with phoenix after properly strengthening his skills and he’s thriving tbh

jian’s very dramatic on stage, pulling out all the theatrics and acting like he’s really trying to take out the government

PERSONALITY

ice skating has pretty much shaped his personality, ambitious and driven to reach the top and be the best

while also being very judgmental, picky and critical of everyone and everything and the whole world basically, but mostly himself, he’s carried that into everything he does

but jian’s also loyal, witty, impulsive, and a huge smart ass like he just has a Big mouth (sorry in advance, way too sarcastic for his own good)

will argue back just to piss u off always

loves his friends to death, super protective and has major little brother energy where he just wants to have fun with u

kind of a priss

he’s more eccentric in front of cameras/fans and just a little less in private :’) either way, he’s a handful

OTHER

very. . . odd lil guy (atp i think i’m only capable of creating gremlins help)

aries

nasty side eye

sneaks off to the nearest ice rink to skate when he’s angry or sad

takes those gg tiktok challenges WAY too serious (comes with having xj as his fc)

#infinite:intro #『 ↳✧･ﾟ o o c ; #hey this is a creature that i summoned while i was struggling with work hope u enjoy him #ALL OF THOSE LIES I TOLD UUUUUU ALL OF THOSE HIGHS I STOLE FROM UUUUUUU #will add more later prob<3

[lis-likes-fics]

Surveillance | Prologue

"PRODIGY GIRL JOINS HARVARD AT THE AGE OF 13

"A brilliant and prodigious young girl, Y/N Y/L/N is accepted into Harvard after graduating as valedictorian at Midtown High School in Queens, New York. The astounding 13-year-old surpasses the famous Tony Stark, who joined MIT also at the early age of 14. She is looking to begin her studies in psychology, English, and engineering. When asked what she intended to do when she graduated from the ivy league school, the young teen admitted to her desires to become a psychologist, leaving her backup plan as an author. What can we expect from this aspiring young girl in the future? Will she become the next Tony Stark, or will she be a flunk on the road to success as she takes on the world?"

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"Y/N Y/L/N, THE PRODIGY, GRADUATES HARVARD WITH TWO DOCTORATES DEGREES AT 19

"The young lady we have grown to love has now reached her milestone as she graduates from Harvard University at the age of 19, walking away with two doctorates degrees under her belt. Surpassing the genius billionaire, Tony Stark, the prodigy fulfills her goal of becoming both a psychologist and an author, having already released two books to the world, one of which has already received a movie adaptation with the second movie and third book in the works.

"'How did all of this start? When did your daughter become so smart?' an interviewer for USA Today asked Lamont Y/L/N, the father of the intelligent woman nicknamed 'the Prodigy'.

"The proud father answered, 'In elementary, she was always insistent on trying to learn more than what the teachers were doing. She complained to me and her mother about how slow the classes were and how she wanted more. So we took her out of public school and switched to homeschooling. We were surprised by how quickly she advanced when she was already learning at a high school level only three years after. We were more than proud of her. When her mother died, I put her back into the school system - she'd begun distancing herself from others and I wanted to put her in an environment where she would make friends. She threw herself deeper into her education, graduating as early as she did. There were tons of Ivy League schools begging for her to choose them, and we ultimately chose Harvard - it was close to home. She worked hard, doing her absolute best in everything. I knew she would do amazing things, and she has with flying colors.'

"It seemed Y/L/N had impressed us all with her amazing achievements. Who knows what's in store for the woman of the decade?"

-

"Y/N Y/L/N OPENS UP ABOUT HER SEXUALITY AT PRIDE PARADE

"On June 13 at the Pride Parade, Y/N Y/L/N was spotted in the crowd, face paint, flags, and all. After a fan asked if she was an ally, Y/L/N admitted to being homosexual on video. 'I found out I was lesbian when I was 17. I never really dated at all, so no one ever really found out. I've been looking forward to joining the parades for quite a while, but had only truly found time after graduating college. Thanks to all the people who are showing me a good time at this awesome parade. I'm gay, and I'm proud.'

"The news spread like a wildfire as people all over the Internet responded to her confession. Most of which had been supporters of the LGBT+ Community sharing their fascinated surprise and members of the LGBT+ Community sharing their jubilations at the discovery as they came out to the world."

-

"THE PRODIGY, Y/N Y/L/N

"Y/N Y/L/N, now widely known as 'The Prodigy', was born in Queens, New York to Lamont and Cherie Y/L/N on (birth month/day). She attended elementary with her childhood friend Denise Stevens. Through her few elementary years, she found school too slow for her to catch on, never feeling quite fulfilled with what she learned with the average education.

"Taken out of public school, she took a placement test to see what level of education she should have been learning on, only to find that the seven-year-old was already at junior high level. Switching to online classes and homeschooling, Y/L/N advanced through her studies at a speedy pace that impressed many.

"At the age of ten, Y/L/N's mother passed away in a car accident. To prevent his daughter from from loneliness, Lamont Y/L/N returned his daughter to public school at the nearby high school, Midtown High, where she excelled through tenth to twelfth grade (she already excelled through ninth).

"Ivy League schools reached out to her as soon as she joined public schools, doing their best to win her over in their favors. This included the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, the elite school attended by Tony Stark himself, and Harvard University, the school she ended up choosing. Graduating as valedictorian in her school and accepted into Harvard University with a full ride, Y/L/N was already making history at her young age of 13.

"Through her college years, she wrote two best-selling fantasy novels, worked as a psychology intern, and continued to excel through school at the same time. She graduated from Harvard with not one, but two doctorates, one in psychology and the other in engineering. She met with many notable figures such as the President of the United States and Tony Stark, who proudly announced her as a friend.

"While attending a Pride Parade in New York, Y/L/N proudly came out as a homosexual woman to the world. She received responses of all kinds, including some disapproving and angry tweets and even more happy spirits thanking her for giving them the courage to face their truths. She responded to her feedback by posting a picture with Elton John and Wanda Sykes raising their pride flags as members of the community and Denise Stevens, Stark, and Captain Steven Rogers (who she met through Stark) as supporters as they wished everyone a happy pride.

"Nearly two years after her graduation from university, Y/L/N officially started her career as a therapist, occasionally aiding Stark in his technological developments. As the future continues to approach, this young prodigy has proven - and, hopefully, will continue to prove - she deserves every bit of fame she has and will acquire through the years."

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"THE PRODIGY AND HER FIRST PUBLIC RELATIONSHIP"

"THE PRODIGY'S HARSH BREAKUP"

"Y/N Y/L/N TAKES BREAK FROM SOCIAL MEDIA"

"Y/N 'PRODIGY' Y/L/N & DENISE STEVENS, TOXIC FRIENDSHIP?"

"WILL Y/N Y/L/N CONTINUE TO RISE OR WILL SHE FALL BEHIND?"

"THE FUTURE OF Y/N 'THE PRODIGY' Y/L/N"

~~~

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[itoldsunset]

rewatching ipytm episode 2: thoughts

apologies in advance for this very messy, very long bullet scene-by-scene commentary!

summary: this was a very hard episode to watch and rewatch. the frustration with teh is real, the hurt for oh-aew is real. but the fear of change and abandonment, and the fear of admitting your own insecurities, is SO coming of age and i love that we get to see teh grappling with what happens when the idealistic vision you had for your life slowly starts to crumble.

also, this episode (and possibly the entirety of part 2) was 100% the writers' and p'meen's love letter to comm arts students/graduates, and even though i am a total outsider to that world, it really touched my heart to see the diversity of experiences and struggles reflected here.

i love that we see how much closer teh has become with jai and khim!! this doesn't translate in the subs, but i thought it was interesting how teh used respectful pronouns with them when he was a first-year and now for the most part uses rude (familiar) pronouns with them as a second-year, even though they're still technically his seniors. i think it goes to show how close they've become since he first joined the drama club.

goy was so fucking CUTE in that scene when she said "oh, lots of boys are peeking at me, i'm shy" i think i'm in love 😭 also the cinematography of that scene!!

this episode does such a great job at making you feel uncomfortable along with the characters. i hated how uncomfortable teh was at the birthday party, and i could feel how out of place he felt there.

when mangpong talks about how easy it is for celebrities to make money and teh is clearly offended by that and speaks up against it (which results in yet another awkward uncomfortable moment), i feel like he's speaking up on behalf of khim who we later realize is basically his idol and the person he identifies the most with. i feel like p'meen and the writing team are really trying to represent the lives of people who go into communication arts, especially those who go in with an interest in performing arts. and for me that scene with mangpong communicates two things: 1) the defensiveness that comes with having your chosen career path misunderstood or reduced into something that's easy money, and 2) how close-knit and protective the drama club is of each other, because teh speaking up in defense of actors to me feels like he's defending this identity they all share as people who are struggling to make it in the industry.

oh-aew is SO sweet. getting a tattoo that resembles your partner's name gives me so much anxiety, but i guess he's 19 and has always been sure of his feelings so it does make sense for him. at first glance teh's reaction really just makes it sound like he's against tattoos, drinking, all that, like he's super old-fashioned, but it's not REALLY about the tattoo and we learn that later when they have their big fight and he blows up with all the nitpicky little things he's noticed about all the ways oh-aew has changed. i thought it was so cute how au basically showed off his tattoo to open the conversation for oh-aew to show teh his tattoo though. we love a supportive friend group!!!

"this tattoo is pretty. thank you." this is teh being as genuine as he can, as someone who is seriously not in touch with his own feelings and can't understand why he's so upset at oh-aew getting a tattoo. because again it's not the tattoo itself that's the problem, but what it represents for teh, which is oh-aew's world slowly expanding to include people and things that are foreign to teh, and he worries that one day that world won't have a place for him anymore.

drunk oh-aew speaking mandarin, and teh taking care of him!!! the only fluff we got all episode and i will cherish it forever and ever, like the aquarium scene from episode one. the fact that teh brought over the stuffed animal, kissed oh-aew on the forehead, and then decided to sleep over on the floor next to him? making him kimchi jjigae? so soft!! our boy has got a lot of issues to work through but he loves oh-aew for sure.

the scene where oh-aew is receiving feedback on his performance from his professor is so... oof. the fact that his classmate got positive feedback for portraying a gay man in a way that isn't stereotypical (read: masculine? i wonder?) and the fact that oh-aew was critiqued for unsuccessfully portraying the tone and mannerisms of a man who doesn't understand gay people? it's a bit subtler than what we hear from the casting director but i swear it's the same shit. and it really doesn't surprise me at all to see oh-aew not believe in himself and his ability to perform because of it.

teh saying "both of us" and being so excited about their casting opportunity!! 😭 and also, khim being such a sweetheart and helping them get this opportunity in the first place!

the contrast with how happy oh-aew looked when the advertising professor told him he had the right answer, compared to how torn down he looked after being critiqued and told he got a C by his acting professor (in front of the whole class!!). which tbh for me is subtle commentary on how much influence professors have on students' self-confidence and whether they believe in their own ability to succeed in their field.

the commentary on sexism and homophobia in the thai entertainment industry!! khim being told she looked too old, not smart enough, not believable, honestly all coded ways of saying she didn't fit in with the beauty standard they were going for. and while khim is saying this we see oh-aew is already getting nervous, because he's already had his confidence shaken by his experiences in class. and then when we get to the scene where the casting director says he's too girly and asks him to act more manly, we see oh-aew's mood shift completely, and honestly it hurts to watch. pp did such an amazing job here because i felt it, like the way oh-aew's eyes change, and then he swallows right after, and how unsettled he sounds trying to deliver the line again after hearing that critique.

oh-aew listening to khim tell teh about how hard it's been for her to break into the industry is so impactful, because you can already tell what he's thinking. is this really worth it? do i want this enough to endure people telling me over and over again i'm not masculine enough for them? is that going to be me in the future, being rejected from hundreds of castings and still not making it?

when teh hugs khim and says "we will get through this together," it's so clear that he identifies with her struggle. teh is someone who has worked his ass off to get to where he is (remember his fight with his mom where she said he lost sleep and was getting sick from all the studying he did?), and he sees himself in khim and her passion and ambition. meanwhile, we see oh-aew really doubting whether this is the right path for him.

i love how teh immediately asked if oh-aew was okay after oh-aew told him about what the casting director said, and how teh reassured him that he liked oh-aew the way he is. it's like, he so clearly cares for oh-aew and loves him so much and sometimes knows how to show it well, and then other times just fucks it up. it's so real??

oh-aew deciding to change majors three months into it is a very oh-aew thing to do, and what i mean by that is, this is a character who is super in touch with himself and his feelings and trusts in himself to make the right decisions. he's not afraid to change his mind (remember when he was testing out his feelings for bas and teh and then turned down bas once he knew?), he's bold and goes for what he wants. and i envy that about his character so much. but it makes me sad to know that the thing that was making him nervous during this scene was the fact that he was worried about how teh would react. like he went through all that questioning and critique himself, to finally discover his answer, only to now have to worry about whether his partner will accept him.

teh, on the other hand, has had his whole life planned out since forever. he feels the need to know and control everything. he has so much fear and insecurity. and he is stubborn and doesn't believe in giving up, which he believes is what oh-aew is doing. and on top of that, he sees this as another way in which he is losing oh-aew. one more thing oh-aew has in common with his friend group that doesn't include him. one more way that he's becoming a smaller part of oh-aew's world. oh-aew looked so small in the bathtub scene and i just wanted to hold him 😔

the 8 month time skip is a little jarring because of all the things we don't get to see, but i guess it makes sense if teh has been bottling up his insecurities about their relationship that it would all blow up in everyone's face in the way that it did at the dinner scene.

it was interesting to me how teh hesitated when oh-aew texted that he would join them for dinner, like teh didn't want oh-aew to come along with his drama club. and then once oh-aew arrives at the restaurant, we see that teh isn't totally happy either. it's like as much as teh feels like an outsider in oh-aew's world, he seems to also see oh-aew as an outsider in his own world too. and when top says he wanted to get into comm arts at anantasart but he didn't get in, we see teh's expression and it's like, a reminder that he gave up that spot for oh-aew, that teh didn't pass the admissions exam either, and that oh-aew who did pass has now "given up" on it (in teh's eyes) to pursue another major. it's like teh also feels betrayed on behalf of all the performing arts kids who are struggling to make their passion into a career.

i feel like i sort of get why teh said all that shit about oh-aew at the dinner table now. i'm not excusing it at all, that was super shitty of him. but i wonder if it's like, this is a thing they deal with in the performing arts, people giving up because it's so hard to make it in the industry. and you watch your friends leave one by one, and it keeps causing more and more doubt in yourself about whether you can make it. and now that teh sees oh-aew as someone who's given up, he doesn't want that energy at the dinner table with his drama friends, like he wants to protect them from that and keep up with this "we can get through this together" mentality that he keeps saying. so it's easier for him to try to dismiss it as oh-aew's personality flaw, rather than a legitimate change in career path, because he's worried about how it might affect his own friends in the drama club. and we see how protective teh is of khim, when he says "what the fuck did you just say?" like he really shares an identity with his drama club and it's clear he thinks oh-aew doesn't understand it or belong there.

needless to say, i was extremely stressed that entire dinner scene which i think means the writers, p'meen, and the actors did an excellent job.

their fight scene was really amazingly done and i am just stunned by teh's response when oh-aew asks him "what if this is who i really am, would you not like me anymore?" and teh thinks about it for a bit, and says "maybe." that's him being genuine, he's not trying to hurt oh-aew in saying that, and we can see him internally asking himself that question. but he doesn't know the answer, because he can't even be honest with himself about why he's upset at oh-aew. so he says the first thing he thinks which is an honest "maybe," and then he immediately regrets his words, and at some point he's going to have to learn that he can't just say the first thing that comes to mind, when other people's feelings are at stake. also, the fucking piano that plays? the violin? goddamn.

khim's character is really here to teach teh, and all of us, some life lessons. she is so real. her struggles are so real. life is fucking hard, and it's not fair, and no matter how hard you work or try you can't have it all. "the conditions for our lives are not the same" holy shit yes. she wants to take care of her family and her dog, she can't just think of herself. i feel like teh, who comes from a relatively modest background but has always had hoon as a father figure to support his mom, probably doesn't feel that same burden.

teh being frustrated and going to the bridge was beautiful. the crying hug scene at the dorm was so beautiful.

i love that in the end, teh finally owns up to his own insecurities and apologizes and admits he was wrong. of course, this was after oh-aew reached out to him first. i think it's totally realistic that we see his growth happening kind of slowly, but before the series ends he's going to need to be the first one to reach out, because oh-aew can't hold all of that on his own.

the last score when they hug under the moonlight, i love it!!

#ipytm #i promised you the moon #ipytm spoilers #textpost #i hope someone sees this lmao i know it's 3am dfslkjghfgjlk

[skellebonez]

You like soulmate aus? 44 with a soulmate au where there are countdown timers for important events and if you concentrate you can see the lifespan of your romantic and platonic soulmates except immortals. MK realizes he can see Red Son's life countdown and he only has 1 year left

ANON I WANT YOU TO KNOW THIS WAS THE SADDEST PROMPT I HAVE EVER BEEN GIVEN AND I HAD TO TAKE IT OUT OF THE WAIT LIST TO FILL IT ASAP. Just. Damn. You came for my heart and crushed it. @kitkat1003 you helped make this sadder so I wanna make sure you see this.

WARNING: I mean, look at the prompt. It's gonna be a depressing read regardless. Read the tags for a major spoiler if you want to know about the end in advance.

The Lunar New Year special is mentioned in passing but NO SPOILERS.

Why are you still awake?

MK never made it a point to concentrate and look at his soulmate timers unless he really felt he had to, tempting as it may have been. Especially not their life countdown timers. The colors one saw differed from from viewer to viewer, some people even saw only one color in varying shades, and no one knew why the colors were chosen the way they were for each individual. But to MK the timers were a whole swath of colors.

It was easy with Mei, her platonic bond with his allowing him to see the bright green (green for all platonic bonds, not just Mei) countdowns to major events (some bad but usually good, like a major race being announced or taking part in a game tournament spontaneously). The familial blue bond he had with Pigsy and Tang went much the same, as well as Sandy's own platonic bond. He didn't learn that immortal beings had their own color, brilliant gold tinted in whatever the proper bond was until he met Sun Wukong, his gold-green timer slowly changing into a gold-blue bond of family found.

It wasn't until Red Son that MK realized his romantic bonds were a brilliant red (which, in retrospect, could have been seen as funny), shining brilliant and bright and almost blinding him when he caught sight of him properly from far above him (and it nearly made him fall before Wukong forced him to, the traitor). He'd mistaken it for some kind of antagonistic bond before he learned that that was also a type of platonic soulmate. So that was something he shoved deep deep deeeeeep down inside to think about later, especially since a lot of people now a days rarely went after their first romantic soulmate and instead waited for a platonic to change in time.

He never told anyone.

It also wasn't until he tested concentrating on timers with Wukong, for fun and out of sheer curiosity if he really was super immortal, that he realized that immortal's life countdown timer just looked like a mass of rapidly changing numbers screaming in confusion and he decided to never do that again.

Until... the Lunar New Year celebration.

He was curious, scared, and Red Son was there and he let his curiosity get the better of him. He wanted to see if Red was still immortal and if his timer did the same thing.

361 days, 17 hours, 8 minutes, and 42 seconds.

That couldn't have been right.

He tried again.

361 days, 17 hours, 7 minutes, and 30 seconds.

And again.

361 days, 16 hours, 56 minutes, and 45 seconds.

And one last time, after everything was over.

361 days, 12 hours, 1 minute, 29 seconds.

Red Son... had less than a year left to live. Red Son, The Boy Sage Prince, the one who almost defeated Sun Wukong on his journey and eternal thorn in his side... was going to die.

MK hadn't ever really imagined that he could die. He had believed that Red Son was immortal, and maybe he still was. There were ways to kill immortals who weren't all powerful Monkey Kings. But he'd always imagined that, maybe, eventually, they could possibly at least work things out and get to know each other eventually after what happened with WBS.

Now he was plagued with the thought 'what if I'm the one who kills him' and he couldn't handle that so he made up his mind then and there and before Red Son could leave he grabbed him by his jacket collar in front of everyone and changed that thought to 'fuck it' and kissed him and pulled away and looked DBK in the eye and announced "I've known Red is my romantic soulmate since day 1 and I am not wasting anymore time with stupid feuds".

Apparently that was just enough to startle the other man into not attacking and to send Sun Wukong into a frenzy of cackling "I KNEW IT"s.

Red Son turned as red as his jacket on his cheeks and just looked at MK in awe. They had-

361 days, 10 hours, 2 minutes, 16 seconds.

Red hadn't left his parents, not immediately, but the sudden relationship that have been revealed between the successor to the Monkey King and the son of the Demon Bull King had forced everything to a standstill. DBK wanted revenge, PIF wanted her husband to be happy, Sun Wukong wanted to be retired, and all three of them were too stubborn to not insist the two men court each other anyway because tradition dictated that when a romantic soulmate pair revealed their bond no one could force them apart.

352 days, 14 hours, 34 minutes, 18 seconds.

MK felt back constantly checking Red Son's timer, but he didn't want to waste a single second. They had less than a year. He'd seen just how smart and resourceful and, as much as he didn't want to admit it at first, protective and caring for the people he had grown close to he was.

By the end of the month they had moved into Red Son's apartment (he had an apartment?).

322 days, 2 hours, 28 minutes, 50 seconds.

MK learned that Red Son was a fantastic chef, on par with Pigsy even. His food was spicy but over time he learned that MK would suffer through food that was hurting him just to try his food and make it less so. Just for him.

315 days, 2 hours, 45 minutes, 34 seconds.

They kissed for the second time well after they had moved in together. Despite rushing into this they had both been too nervous and flustered to do more than hold hands and sleep side by side in different blankets.

They started sharing a blanket by month 2.

292 days, 8 hours, 1 minute, 12 seconds.

DBK was still pissed at Wukong. No one thought his grudge would ever fully disappear. But he and PIF had stopped attacking. For now. For their son. The best thing they had ever done for him was let him be with his soulmate without fighting.

MK never felt more guilty than when he realized he was never going to tell them. He tried once, after they moved in. After he had truly fallen in love with Red Son. He'd cried too hard to get the words out and PIF had looked torn between telling him to leave and comforting him before she put a shockingly gentle hand on his shoulder.

He could never tell them.

267 days, 18 hours, 59 minutes, 2 seconds.

Red got along amazingly well with Mei and Sandy. The three of them together were a mechanical nightmare for anyone on their bad side and the most amazing team for anyone they made anything for. Red was also the new favorite among Sandy's cats. No one was surprised.

He and Red ended up adopting a little one eyed kitten they found outside Pigsy's Noodles. They named her Bao-Bao. They loved her.

245 days, 7 hours, 29 minutes, 34 seconds.

Naturally nothing was going to be calm for the Monkie Kid. Eventually demons far and wide came to attack either him or the city. The only difference was that, now, he had Red Son by his side.

Every time Red took a hit MK felt no fear. He knew that would not be the hit that killed his soulmate. His soulmate had-

208 days, 19 hours, 78 minutes, 21 seconds.

Red and Tang were fast friends. Red and Mei and Sandy were faster. It had taken longer for Pigsy but he came around fast enough.

Sun Wukong, though. Even after 5 months he was still slightly tense and terse and short with Red. But he had been coming around, slowly. Just like with everyone else, Wukong was hard pressed to open up to anyone who wasn't MK.

They visited Flower Fruit Mountain from time to time, and it was one day when Red had wandered off to enjoy the scenery at MK and Wukong had heard the pained screech of a small monkey in the distance.

When they saw Red calming the little one down, tending to it's wound as best he could, MK saw Wukong properly smile at him for the first time. Soon they had-

157 days, 22 hours, 28 minutes, 59 seconds.

There were still fights. DBK and Sun Wukong didn't get along. But things were better.

There were family game nights. Red and Pigsy and Wukong cooked together. Bao-Bao had grown into a beautiful Tortoise Shell cat (with tortitude included). Everyone promised to try to get along and things were going well. Red Son and MK were truly in love, it seemed. At least MK was. He was certain Red was as well.

That's why MK asked him to marry him that night.

Red said yes.

140 days, 19 hours, 34 minutes, 34 seconds.

Was 7 months too fast? Yes. Did MK care? No. Did anyone object?

Only the demons that showed up to fight. They were taken care of quickly. DBK was not entirely happy about how fast things were but for his only son it seemed he would not allow anything to ruin the day.

He'd changed over the 7 months. Not entirely, not enough for MK to completely forgive him for everything since he had awoken. But seeing him punch a demon into the stratosphere for Red Son was a pretty good marker of how much he was trying.

6 days, 37 hours, 8 minutes, 12 seconds.

Everything was amazing for those few months together. They fought demons. They kissed. They spent time with their family. No longer two families but one family.

Then Macaque came back.

MK had thought he was gone for good, he had been so quiet. But apparently he was planning something the whole time.

Something to kill an immortal.

That was when MK learned he was immortal. And wasn't that ironic?

Macaque had meant to stab him. MK didn't move in time.

Red Son jumped in front of him and there was red.

Macaque wasn't seen again after what MK did to him.

They bandaged the small wound in Red Son's shoulder. They would find a way to fix this. They had to. MK knew what would kill Red Son now, it wasn't that he wasn't immortal it was whatever poison had been meant for him. He knew people had beaten death clocks before.

He had to try.

5 days, 12 hours, 29 minutes, 56 seconds.

5 days, 12 hours, 29 minutes, 55 seconds.

5 days, 12 hours,. 29 minutes, 54 seconds.

That was what MK saw when Red Son coughed up blood for the first time.

4 days, 1 hour, 12 minutes, 13 seconds.

Sun Wukong found out where Macaque had gotten the poison.

There was no cure.

Red coughed more red and MK screamed at the Monkey King to look again. Do something. Anything. Anything...

They didn't see him or DBK for over 2 days.

1 day, 17 hours, 34 minutes, 14 seconds.

1 day, 17 hours, 34 minutes, 13 seconds.

MK watched the countdown timer tick down.

"Why are you still awake?" Red Son had asked him as he held his head in his lap.

"I don't want to miss any more seconds with you," MK answered softly.

"Am I going to... die?" Red Son asked softly.

"Not if Monkey King does what I know he can do," MK answered again. "I know he'll be back soon. I know it. I-"

"MK! MK I'M BACK!" Sun Wukong yelled through the apartment, bursting into their room looking disheveled and like he hadn't stopped moving since he left. But smiling. DBK looked much the same as he came through the door behind him.

"I think we found something!"

1 day, 17 hours, 32 minutes, 2 seconds.

MK prayed that Sun Wukong was right. He was Sun Wukong. He had to be.

1 day, 17 hours, 32 minutes... 3 seconds.

#I CRIED WHILE READING THIS AND I WANT YOU ALL TO KNOW THIS #if you are worried about whether this has character death click to see all the tags #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #sad fic #whump fic #soulmate au #mk #qi xiaotian #red son #spicynoodleshipping #monkey king #sun wukong #dbk and pif #mei #long xiaojiao #sandy #pigsy #tang #prompt fill #spoilers: he lives they manage to save him

[su-angelvicioso]

It’s María Appreciation Hours 💚🤍❤️

(ft. edited photo of her actress to show a more modernized María)

I’m just sitting here thinking about my girl literally running an entire army and fighting to survive in her own home and Winning!! At everything!! Like she is actually so strong, smart, formidable and powerful. She literally out here being gifted with no actual gift... a true underrated goddess 😌✨

Like can you imagine how much WORK it takes to run an entire army in a Vampire War?? A successful army at that? And to SURVIVE it as long as she did and still KICK IT to this day!!?!?

Not only did she have to recruit members but she had to train them and teach them how to move, she had to build strength and brains and even learn a thing or two herself, she had to be responsible for every mistake, which can have grave consequences, she had to watch out for enemies trying to invade, she had to plan every move, she had to be able to predict her enemies moves as well, while making herself unpredictable, she had get into their heads, watch/spy on them, play with them, trick them and she had to be right about it, she had to know what’s going to happen and be prepared for it, she had to keep up with what she already has and keep her people in line, she had to make escape plans should anything go wrong or get out of hand, she had make advancement plans should things go right, she even had to make/change plans last minute should something happen outta nowhere. She had to assess the situation when fighting and know when to stand your ground or retreat, she has to watch people’s emotions and actions lest they try to betray her, she had to secure her perimeters to make sure no one is thinking of trying to take over her home again. She had to do all of that and more while moving silently and smoothly to stay under the Volturi’s radar thus shielding herself from more danger.

She had to think, plan, fight, predict, escape, calculate, direct, watch and asses everything around her. Because she’s dealing with literal vampires. Vampires who are bigger than her, stronger than her, gifted vampires, older vampires, etc.. and has been doing so for all her vampire life, and has learned from growing up and living in that environment, and she’s obviously doing it all right considering she’s still alive and kicking to this day.

Even after experiencing so much pain and trauma and losing everyone she ever loved, she’s still out here doing her best and living her life with no restrictions the only way she knows how and making the most of the cards she was dealt. I like to think of what a friend of mine @fuckmeyer said, about María that resonated so much with me: “María, an indigenous Mexican, represents indigenous struggle against white colonizers and did her best to take back control of the land.” her native home that was stolen from her. She was a girl who was once powerless and lost everything and overcame it all. And to top it all off she’s not only gorgeous but very charming based on her descriptions in the books and the movies. I love how she’s always smiling, and is described as having a “soft musical voice, it’s such a cute detail. She’s proof that you can run an army and look good while doing it.

She has literally done all of that and did it Right! All while being a barely 5 foot, adorable looking, soft voiced, tiny, 19 year old girl, with no discernible gift. She was out here doing what some gifted people be doing, without one, and now she basically runs and owns part of Mexico. Miss mamas was in her BAG and making MOVES!! She’s so strong and capable and full of so much potential. She’s the epitome of a survivor with infinity iQ levels. 😩👌🏽✨

Not only did she deserve better but she deserves her own book. Because there’s so much about her we don’t know and I’d love to see it. She’s just one of those women you can’t break.

Your Flop Ass Mayo Faves Could NEVER!!! 👎🏽

#okay I’m joking at that last line but I STAND by everything else I said!!! #and some of y’all have the AUDACITY to Hate and Question why I stan??! #if one of you bald headded hating ass roaches come to ruin this post I swear to god... #let me have my moment I’m feeling good rn #twilight #twilight saga #the twilight saga #maria #maría #twilight maria #maria twilight #i love maria

[azierella]

Once Again Into The Light Again ─ Chapter 19

I've just heard how great the Elve King is.

However, if it is possible to sign a contract with the Elve King….

If it is possible to make a contract with a spirit revered as a god, revenge on the Edenberg Empire would be possible.

In the book 'The History of the Elve', it was written that the elve that made a contract with a human did its best to grant the contractor's wishes in return for staying in this real world.

'Please, please'

I was eager for Lu to respond positively.

Sadly, however, Lu shook her head.

"From my point of view, I think you may be limited to the higher elves."

"What? Uh, Why?"

Lu gave a simple answer.

"It's because of the mana."

"..... mana?"

The unexpected answer left me speechless.

"Yes. No matter how large the bowl is, if there is not enough water, you cannot summon elves. Because that is the rule of the spirit world. I don't know if the master's mana increases as she gets older, but I think it is."

Her reply made me droop in an instant.

Still, I couldn't get rid of the lingering feelings, so I asked her back.

"...... even if you use the power of Mana Stone when summoning elves? Is that not enough?"

"The Mana Stones are just assistants. Basically, they can't help you break the limits of the elves."

Lu replied firmly.

'but…..'

I can't simply summon an elve like that.

But, perhaps because I was expecting a little in my heart, I became more gloomy than I thought.

'Luminas….'

I pondered.

The God of Light.

As I've said before, reborn after terrible days in the dark, I have come to love the light very much.

To be precise, if you go into a dark and narrow place, your trauma will be revived.

So I've always been looking for a place with good light.

Even when I became the princess of the Elmir Empire and changed my religion to the god of light, I did not feel that much.

Because the existence of light was just good.

But the god I've known so far, it wasn't actually God.

Besides, he was the king of the elves that always existed by my side

For some reason, he felt friendly.

As if he's always been there for me.

I put my chin up and imagined Luminas.

Meanwhile, I suddenly thought about the Spring Festival.

As Lu said, isn't the Spring Festival actually a prayer for the God of Light?

At the same time, I remembered my mother's agony because she didn't have enough events to hold at the Spring Festival.

'Can't I help my mother, by any chance?'

I could feel my head spinning fast.

Until now, everyone interpreted Luminas as the god of light.

But according to Lu, he is the elve king.

There I took a hint.

'Why don't we hold an event for elves at the Spring Festival?'

As a result of my continuous view of the elves, they are afraid of being forgotten by humans and are very fond of bustling festivals.

I don't know what Luminas is like, but at least a king who cares about his elves will be happy to see the Spring Festival where events are held for the elves.

In addition, it will also improve people's awareness of the elves.

Nowadays, people think of elves as fairies inhabiting primitive things such as flowers, forests, and trees.

That's probably because the number of elves has decreased.

I was like that before I was reborn and lived a life with the elves.

But this time it's different.

I know what elves are like, and I know they like people.

If I was going to be an elve master in the future, I needed to raise awareness of the elve.

The idea went on and on.

In order not to forget this idea, I started looking for paper and writing it down one by one.

Soon after, a draft was drawn up.

'That's enough!'

I looked in at the paper with joy.

I was very careful in making the plan.

By using vocabulary so that I don't look too smart and look appropriately like a seven-year-old.

The plan that was created in that way seemed pretty good.

Above all, it seemed that the freshness that had never been before could appeal to other people.

If my mother also likes this project, it'll probably go smoothly.

I felt happy after a long time.

These days, I was excited to think about elves and revenge.

My mother is a person who doesn't express herself well on the outside, even if it is difficult.

If I could, I wanted to give her even a little help.

I slowly closed my eyes and thought.

If I successfully end my revenge…..

…. However, I've never even thought about it, but if it's possible.

I wanted to be with my new family as long as I could.

They are the people who made me live again when I was born again and gave up the will to live.

I'll never be able to thank them enough.

I pulled the rope and called the lady outside.

"Will you send someone to my mother and tell her I'm going to visit?"

"I'll take your word for it."

While I was sending the maid, I revised the draft several times.

It will be announced that this beautiful spring has come because of the presence of the god of light, as well as the spirits of light, flowers, and trees.

How about making an artwork or a play based on fairy tales related to elves?

Of course, the most important part is praising the God of Light.

I'm revising the plan little by little, and the maid is back.

"I'm sorry, but…."

With such luck, she continued with her troubled face.

"The Empress said that she is now going to the Imperial Palace."

I put my head to the side.

"Is she seeing my father?"

"Yes, she says so."

"Then I'll go to the Imperial Palace."

I jumped down from my seat.

"Please send a message to my father's palace."

Having said that, I dressed up in outdoor clothes with the help of my maids.

This is because, as a princess, I couldn't neglect my decoration when I went out.

After completing all the decorations with help, I headed to the Sun Palace where my father and mother are located.

Thanks to the advice given in advance, I was able to go to the audience room where the two of them were right away.

"I see the light of the Empire."

When I greeted them and looked up, they were looking down at me with unhappy faces.

My father opened his arms and beckoned to me.

"That's enough of a stiff greeting. Come here."

"Oh, my."

My mother didn't just lose either.

Mother smiled softly and spread her arms.

"Aisha, come here."

There was no one around except for the escort.

But as expected, The question was, 'Do you like your dad?' and 'Do you like your mom?' was difficult.

Despite seeing my hesitant face, my mother and father did not stop. Rather, they had a small argument with each other saying 'Aisha likes me more.'

"..... don't fight, both of you."

I thought about it, and in the end I gave both of them a hug once.

My father's arms were still strong and warm.

The hand was still stroking my hair.

My mother's arms smelled soft and nice.

I feel it almost every day, but it was still very good.

For the past seven years, my parents have embraced me with consistent love.

"Our Aisha is getting prettier every time."

My mother patted me on the back as if I was so cute.

My father was looking at us both with warm eyes.

I squirmed in the arms of the two of them, and eventually I got to the point where I came from.

"In fact, I came here today because of the Spring Festival."

"Spring festival?"

"Yes, there's a plan I'd like to do for the festival."

I said up to that point.

It was a bit embarrassing to talk about the details.

"Really?"

But just by listening to it roughly, my father seemed to notice that I was trying to help my mother.

"I heard from scholars that you're studying very hard, but you've even made a plan in the meantime. Aren't you working too hard on yourself?"

My father looked down at me with a worried face.

But I shook my head.

"Not at all. I do everything I want to do."

Then a faint smile came to my father's face. It was a smile that made me proud.

"Also."

I continued to speak seriously.

"Brother Isis is studying much harder than this."

His successor, brother Isis, learned and worked, the amount of work was beyond imagination.

No matter how much he was called the Crown Prince, it was a really murderous schedule.

Of course, my brother who ends up getting rid of all the necessary work is also him.

There is no doubt that he is truly a genius.

Anyway, I thought we couldn't stay still as a brother and sister.

"Aisha's plan?.... I can't wait to see it."

Mother said to me with twinkling eyes.

"It's not that great."

I got a little shy and twisted my hands.

"Of course it's great that our Aisha did it. Be confident."

My father put his hand on my head.

And I ended up laughing without realizing it.

"Then I will send you the plan as soon as this afternoon."

"Yeah, I'll look forward to it."

After that, I had a good time chatting about trivial things with my mother and father.

As I returned to the Imperial Palace, I could feel the raindrops falling little by little.

''Is it spring rain?'

I raised my hand and got hit by the raindrops that fell.

When I stopped, the maid urged to me.

"The wind is cold, Princess. Hurry back to the palace before you catch a cold."

"Uh, yeah."

Of all things, it rains today.

It was natural not to be able to climb the hill.

Then Isis won't be able to see me.

I became a little sullen.

'Shall I go to the Crown Prince's palace?'

I thought so, but I felt more urgent about the spring festival to send to my mother.

The festival is just around the corner.

If I wanted to show my plan properly, I had to make details quickly.

I wriggled my small hands and began to work hard to revise the plan.

[hitsuackerman]

Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.24

a/n: last of the fluff before we head back to the main arc :*

warnings: this cannot be read solo

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 22, part 23, part 23.5, part 25

Masterlist to my other fics: here :)

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“I’ll be back in about 30 minutes.” Chisaki said as he stood up from your bed. Pressing his palm against your forehead, he felt your fever had only worsened. The vomiting had stopped, which he was more than thankful for, but it was now replaced with fever and chills. Though Gei had stated this was normal and that you should be fine within a day or two, he was still advised to stay till the end of the week.

“You don’t have to, Chisaki.”

“It’s fine.” He waved off. “I have something to do as well.”

Which was true. Hearing that you were craving for onigiri that only that store sold, he took that opportunity instead of having to sneak out. With Kurono now on his way, the quicker they settle things the better. Grabbing his surgical mask, he put it on before stepping into the hallways.

Being extra cautious, he exited your building as if it were something he did often. The security guard merely tilted his hat as a bow before opening the doors. Checking the surroundings, he took out his phone and made his way toward the shop.

It only took about 10 minutes to reach Onigiri Atsamu. When he entered the small establishment, he was greeted by the cook and saw the white hoodie of his right hand man. Before taking a seat he ordered what you had been craving for and took a seat.

“The bullets are ready for testing.” Kurono said with his voice low. Reaching into his pocket, he placed a prototype between them. “Mimic also reported that the heroes are wondering why activity has been low lately. Overheard them saying they might send in more heroes to keep watch.”

“Good. Things should be back to the way they were next week.”

“How is she, by the way?” Kurono took a calculated risk. Strike up a conversation to make things look normal. Though, he was genuinely curious for the turn of events. Especially for that minute second where Kai’s eyes widened. “A pain in the ass?”

“On the contrary, things have been moving quite well.” He shrugged and stared at the man making his order. His black cap hung low enough to cover his face. “Recovery is fast and her friend would be more than pleased at the results.”

“Hmm…” Kurono nodded and quickly eyed his boss. “Aight. Well, that’s it for me. I shall take my leave.”

“Sit.” Overhaul spoke up.

Not expecting that sudden outburst, he sat back down and stared at the man across him. Was there a request he forgot to fulfill? Or was he not truly satisfied with the report he had just given? Every single fault he could have missed ran through his mind till a steaming plate of onigiri was served on their table.

“Order up ya two. Hope ya like it. Added a bit more ingredients since I’m already closin’ up shop.” The cook said as he fixed his hat. His droopy eyes complimented his dark hair.

“Eat up.”

“Eh?” Kurono’s eyes went from the rice ball to Chisaki and back to the rice ball. “I’d rather not. You have more than earned my respect but I do not like to be tested.”

“What are you on about?” Chisaki commented. His face morphing into disgust. “You like onigiris, right? Or have your taste buds changed these past few years?”

“You’ve gotten soft.” He had to comment before grabbing one and savoring the goodness. “Shit these are good.”

“Take your time. I’ll be taking my leave now.” Grabbing the to go bag, he adjusted his mask and left a rather confused but contented arrow-haired man. Recalling that rather shocking moment from last night, he cringed at the memory and exited the shop.

True to his word, he came back within his stated time frame. Expecting to find you still in bed, it was a confusing surprise to find the kitchen filled with sounds of chopping and the speaker softly playing music. Taking a look at the entryway, he saw your back busy with whatever it was you were doing. Putting the bag down on the dining table, he proceeded into the kitchen.

“You’re back~” You finished rolling the last of the sushi. “And right on time too.”

“You’re supposed to be resting.” He leaned on the counter and took his mask off. Tossing it to the counter, he looked at you once more. “What’s with the sushi? We already had dinner.”

“I, uhh, I made these for you.” You lowered your head in an attempt to cover your reddening cheeks. “As a thank you, for taking care of me. I know you were forced to do it but… I appreciate it. I could’ve done it myself and do just as fine b-”

“You’re rambling, problem child.” Tucking in your hair, his touch was as soft as the word could get. Seeing how you jumped a bit at the sudden contact made his chest tingle. It was weird, the sensation, yet your reactions were always worth it. “Don’t bother hiding your flustered face.”

“You can’t just command people to show courage.” You huffed and took a piece of sushi. It was rolled just right and the stuffing placed perfectly. Offering it to him, your heart picked up pace when he leaned down and ate it from your hand.

“One of the best. Not bad, problem child.” He smirked before heading out to take out the onigiris.

Blinking yourself back to life, you cupped your heated cheeks and shut your eyes. You didn’t take any medicine but these past few days, yet you’ve been bolder when it came to your advances.

Recalling the conversation you had with Gei (Of course you called Gei when he left to get those onigiris), your best friend had ushered you to make the most out of your time. If it meant making the move, then you should make your move because it’s the modern times. Nothing but his usual speech when it comes to luring men.

Except this person wasn’t just any man. He was Overhaul.

Then again, the way he casually takes his mask off or comes out of the guest room wearing a shirt and sweats will forever be sketched in your mind.

Arranging the sushi on a plate, you walked to the dining table and caught sight of the onigiris. Putting the plate down and sitting across him, you said thanks and immediately grabbed one. The taste of Atsamu’s Onigiri was always the best. The consistency of the rice was perfect, the filling just right, and the nori thick enough to sustain the weight of savory goodness.

“By the way, I’m feeling much better now. I guess it’s fine if you take your leave tomorrow. I’ll handle Gei. Don’t worry.” You spoke up after the last grain of rice had been devoured.

“Alright.” Chisaki replied as he observed your fingers fiddling with each other.

For a moment, the air between you two grew rigid. Not a single eye contact made. When you told him that you would take care of the dishes, he found himself walking to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

As he was brushing, he couldn’t help but think. It had only been a few days but he had adjusted rather well to your company. Sure, he still managed the Shie Hassaikai but it was with your knowledge and you respected it.

Finished with everything, he headed back to your room and stopped when he saw your figure waiting by the sofa. The faint tint of red on your cheeks made him question your motives. But mostly due to the hideous pink hairband you held in your hands. Taking slow and careful steps forward, he furrowed his brows and crossed his arms.

“What in quirks name are you planning to d--” He was cut off when you hopped a bit and slid the hairband onto him so easily. His breath did a mini hitch when you pulled him down to your height and adjusted the band to pull back his hair.

“Keep your mouth shut, Chisaki.” You were beaming.

“And why should I?”

“Because I’m about to give you the best ‘thank you’ gift you’ll ever receive~” Before he could protest, you took a hold of his hand and dragged him to your bedroom. Pulling him in front of you, though he almost lost balance, you held on to his shoulders and pushed him till he found himself sitting on the floor by your bed.

Not sure what was bound to happen, he observed as you jogged towards your bathroom and came out holding a rather large sachet of something.

Sitting with a bit of distance, you opened the sachet and asked for him to turn around.

“What exactly are you planning, (y/n)?” He let out a sigh but followed instructions. With his back facing you, he did a small jump when he felt his body being pulled down. Realizing that his head was now resting on your lap, he couldn’t help but smirk at the circumstances. “Well, aren’t you unpredictable?”

“What can I say? Gotta keep you on your toes right?” Putting the mask on, you had to admire how long his eyelashes were. Not even Gei was blessed with that kind of length. With his eyes closed, you smiled to yourself. He looked so peaceful and much younger like this. “Give me your hand.”

“Not scared of me overhauling you?” He peaked and lifted his hand. Savoring the heat of your palms as you began to massage. He could get used to this, he kept to himself.

“Why should I be? You’ve fed me, saw my vomit, damaged and fixed my unit, and a whole lot of other shit. I trust you enough.” You replied effortlessly as your fingers kneaded his palms. “Besides, you saved my life. It’s the least I can do.”

Silence hugged the both of you for a few good minutes. By the time you finished massaging his other hand, you asked him to sit down and turn to face you.

“You can overhaul the face mask if you want, I’m gonna be throwing it anyway.” You told him and he did. This would have to be the third or fourth time you’ve seen his quirk in action but it still mesmerized you. “May I?”

“What will you do now?” He squinted his eyes but his actions showed something different. It had not occurred to him that he had scooted closer. When your hands cupped his cheeks and began to gently rub the remaining oils into his skin, he let out a long sigh.

“Stressed?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” Once again, the foreign sensation hit his chest. The way you were massaging his face, the soft and careful movements you made, clouded his judgement. Seeing how your eyes widened when he held onto your hands was electrifying. Taking a deep breath in, he saw how your eyes landed on his lips… Not knowing that he mirrored your action as well. “Why?”

“Why, what?”

“You know nothing good will ever come between…” The want to say the word ‘us’ had never been stronger, “This.”

“You’re right.” You looked away. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t indulge from time to time, right?”

Knowing this would lead nowhere, you slid your hands away from his and stood up. If there was one thing you needed, it was space and a good splash of cold water to your face. He was right. Nothing good would come whatever the hell was going on between you two.

“Heh.” You chuckled to yourself as you wiped your face. Rubbing your face as you stepped out of the bathroom, you opened your eyes to Overhaul sitting cozily on your bed. Fingers typing away in his laptop. The pink hairband still showing his pretty face. Glancing at the bedside table, he had also prepared your remaining medicine.

“I have made my decision.” He closed the laptop and put it away.

“Which is?” You adjusted your position and faced him. He was still seated but not too long before he too lay down.

“I’ll take my leave tomorrow.”

“Alright.” You gave him an earnest smile before turning around.

“Do you want me to stay?”

“It all depends on you.”

“Just say it.” He moved closer to your body. The mattress dipping behind you.

Facing him once more, you were met with blazing gold eyes that seemed to shimmer in the dimness of your room. Closing your eyes, you welcomed the brushing of his finger against your cheek. When you opened your eyes, blood came rushing to your cheeks at the closeness of his face.

“I want you to stay. But, my intuition tells me I have visitors tomorrow.”

“I can always come back when they leave.”

“I can’t risk them cornering you.” Taking his hand, you intertwined your fingers with his. Surprisingly enough he didn’t protest. “I think video calls will do the job.”

Pulling you closer, the small yelp that filled the room was music to his ears. Having your chests pressed against each other, he was sure you could feel the rapid beating of his heart. The fact alone that his heart was reacting this way only solidified his need. But you were right. The plans have been postponed, any more delays and things could go to waste.

“Okay. I’ll video call you.” Smirking at your widened eyes and red cheeks, he pulled your head to rest on the crook of his neck. “Good night, (y/n).”

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-we have reached the final fluff chapter so be we will now be going to the Shie Hassaikai Arc :') -this story is now reaching 50% completion! -i hope you guys liked the drawing <3 lmao -thank you all so much <3 me and my fam are doing much better! we're scheduled for a swab test later in the day and our results will arrive 3 days from now! :')

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Name: Ana Mohr Species: Human Occupation: Aspiring Author Age: 19 Years Old Played By: Sara Face Claim: Madison Bailey

“It felt like I was running towards a flickering candle and it was only a matter of time before it went out. Whether it was because of me or time, it couldn’t last forever.”

Ana was adopted by Marjorie and Kaleb Mohr. Her biological parents were far too young to take care of her at the time, so they put her up for adoption and the Mohr couple fell in love with her. They gave her everything she wanted, but made sure they didn’t spoil her too much as a child. All she knew was that she was loved and cared for at all hours – Marjorie was a nurse and Kaleb was a custodian. They were from two very different universes, but still shared the same love for their daughter. As far as Ana knew, they were fairly normal people with fairly normal lives. There had been no suspicions to tell her otherwise until she was fifteen years old.

In school, Ana was a straight-A student. She didn’t get involved in any kind of advanced courses and she certainly didn’t try to be the best out of everyone, but she had some smarts to her. She found comfort in writing when she turned thirteen, often times turning to writing short mystery stories that she would share with her friends late at night. In fact, there was rarely a night she spent away from her friends. Whether they were staying at her place or she was staying at theirs, they were always attached at the hip. Her most notable friend group contained five people, so there was always someone available and ready to hang out. This group was abandoned out of nowhere on the eve of her sixteenth birthday party. 

They had a big party planned for Ana for her birthday - all of her friends were supposed to attend it on that upcoming Saturday. It’s no shock that she had wanted more details about the surprise party the night before, so she was nearly leaping down the steps to the basement to press her parents for more details when she caught wind of a conversation she probably wasn’t supposed to hear. She heard something about how “this was the only way” and that “it has to be tonight.” Of course, she was the confrontational type, and continued down the steps and around the corner… only to be met with lit candles, books scattered across the ground, and her parents dressed in some very strange clothing. Something in her barely had time to register just what was happening, but she knew one thing for sure: she needed to leave. Whatever they were planning, whatever they needed her for - she knew it wasn’t good. A sinister-type of energy began creeping over her shoulder as her parents tried to convince her that this was something good for them, that everything would be okay, even though Ana had no idea what they had been talking about ever since they caught her listening in on the conversation. So, she left. Her legs carried her upstairs, out the front door, and she ran until she couldn’t anymore. 

For a while, she stayed with one of her closest friends, only returning home when her parents weren’t there to do some research on the books in the basement. The moment she started reading about dark rituals and demons was the moment Ana realized there might have been a reason why she felt like she needed to keep looking over her shoulder every five, ten, fifteen minutes. She thought leaving for good might help, so that’s what she did.

She became very withdrawn when she found a home in White Crest. She rarely left the home she could barely afford, often times feeling confined and trapped within the walls. The demon that couldn’t quite get a grip on her before seemed to be present at all times. Ana just couldn’t ever really see it or interact directly with it, which eventually led her to believe she was either hallucinating or driving herself to the brink of insanity. Still, she knows something’s there and she’s trying to get rid of it. Because of this kind of restriction, she’s limited herself to a strict routine. She does the same things every day. She writes whenever she gets the chance. She tries to be normal, but she’s still haunted by her past. That ritual was never finished, so the demon wasn’t satisfied with the results. While living her life in fear, Ana does her best to keep to herself by focusing on her routine without straying too much from it. She’s become something close to a recluse in fear of dragging anyone else into the darkness she felt she had been slipping into for years now. 

Character Facts:

Personality: Ambitious, compassionate, accepting, intuitive, impulsive, submissive, obsessive, withdrawn

Ana has written three murder-mystery novels. They’re very much so under the radar and not a lot of people know about them. For the most part, they’re only sold at small bookstores within the town. It’s her main job, but she also works as a part-time editor for the newspaper (only when they need her/when she’s available).

Her routine is basically like clockwork. She does the same stuff every day, goes to the same coffee shop, gets her groceries on certain days, works for about eight hours a day, goes to bed at the same time every night. It’s very rare for her to stray from her routine, as it makes her very nervous.

She doesn’t tell people about the fact that she potentially has a demon attached to her. It’s a very touchy subject. She’s also very scared of how people are going to react to it, just because she doesn’t want people to think she’s crazy.

Ana lives alone. It’s a small studio-esque space that’s tucked a little bit away from everyone. She did that on purpose, obviously, and tends to stay inside a lot of the time. It’s a cluttered space, as well, and she isn’t very organized, but she somehow knows where everything is at all times.

#retired

[jumblekinz]

Allie’s Webkinz Pets

I realized I don’t have an updated list of my kinz... so here they are, in the order they were adopted, complete with their ages, their species, and a short little blurb about them! I’ll reblog this with new pets when I adopt, too! :)

Kaily - Adopted 12/22/07, Kaily is my first and oldest Webkinz! She’s a gorilla who is around 18 years old, and she’s very quiet and rarely talks. She’s definitely a gentle giant - she’s very strong and athletic (and has the report card to show it!) but she handles her strength gracefully. She cares for all of her siblings and dotes on her friends - if you ever need a shoulder to cry on or someone to hang out with, Kaily’s your girl!

Bo-Bo - Adopted on 12/26/08, Bo-Bo is a monkey with an attitude! I imagine her around 12 years old. She loves to party and can almost always be found at the beach. She’s a smart girl but tends to neglect her studies in order to cook and joke around. Monkey & Monkey and Chef Gazpacho are her heroes, and some day she wants to have a comedy cooking show.

Darby - Darby is a lil’ kinz white mouse adopted on 12/26/09. She’s around 10 years old and prides herself on her sense of fashion - she’ll design outfits for all her siblings and all her friends, and loves to dress up! She’s very smart, too, and loves to read, but sometimes has trouble in her classes because they’re so advanced. She’s also a vegetarian! 

Starbucks - Starbucks is a honey hamster adopted on 9/29/10. She’s 16 years old, a trans girl, and an absolute handful. She’s sassy and bold and always speaks her mind and stands up for her siblings - in fact, Star once got suspended from the Kinzville Academy for beating up on a bully. Star is very picky about her clothes, insisting that they have to reflect her personality. Star is usually holed up in her room, which is a little disorganized and cramped because she’s a bit of a pack rat. Star is really good at styling hair and doing makeup, and likes to gossip with her sisters Cappachino and Scout.

Cappachino - A mocha pup adopted on 7/12/11, Cappachino tends to just go by Cap or Cappy because she’s a little embarrassed her name is spelled wrong (that’s my fault - sorry Cap ^^;). She’s 16 and is the jack-of-all-trades of the family - cooking, drawing, spelling, modeling, running, you name it, Cap can do it! Mostly though, Cap likes to design her siblings’ rooms and model outfits that Darby puts together. Like Kaily, Cap tends to care a lot about her siblings and often plans parties and playdates for them. Cap loves to meet new people and make new friends; she’s really friendly and outgoing and loves to spend time in the clubhouse. 

Sarah - Sarah is a glam gorilla adopted on 12/22/12. She’s 8 years old and loves arts and crafts - if it has glue, construction paper, paint, fabric, fun foam, or felt, you can always count her in! She’s very close to Sakura and tends to look after her. Sarah likes to sing, too - karaoke is a favorite activity of hers and if she doesn’t know the words to a song she’ll make them up, and she always makes them silly! Sarah is happy-go-lucky and tends to find fun in everything, from jumping in puddles on a rainy day to blowing bubbles in chocolate milk.

Scout - Scout is a 15-year-old lil’ kinz golden retriever adopted on 6/22/14. Like her sister Cap, she has a tendency to vibe with everyone and gets along with people easily. She’s trans and tends to hang with Starbucks a lot, the two are super spunky and don’t let anything bother them! Scout loves trading, you can find her in the clubhouse a lot! She’s also taking classes in strength, speed, and agility at the Kinzville Academy - she wants to be strong to protect her little siblings, start running track, and explore in the Adventure Park. Scout is a bit of a tomboy but she always wears skirts, and she loves trying on new clothes! Scout is also blind as a bat without her glasses, and has to always wear them.

Absolem - Adopted on 8/22/15, Absolem is a 15-year-old caterpillar. You’ll almost never find him inside; he loves to camp, canoe, and hike in the great outdoors. He’s very close to Rudy and the two are usually hanging out together. Absolem is also a foodie who loooooves to eat - sometimes he even eats Bo-Bo’s dishes before they’re done! Absolem is happy-go-lucky and tends not to worry much about anything, and he wants to learn to play the guitar and get better at checkers because Rudy always wins!

Rudy - Rudy is a 14-year-old tartan terrier adopted on 10/2/16. He’s Absolem’s partner in crime; the two are very close despite their differences - while Absolem likes to explore outside, Rudy can’t stand the outdoors. He’s a bookworm who loves to read, and wants to build a library someday. He often reads to his younger siblings, and if he doesn’t know something, he’ll research the topic until he finds the answers he’s looking for. Rudy spends a lot of his time with Absolem reading, making puzzles, and playing board games like checkers, Zingoz Switcharoos, and Farming Frenzy.

Sakura - Sakura is a 7 year old berry cheeky monkey adopted on 10/1/17. She’s very shy and wouldn’t even look at the camera when I photographed her! She’s autistic and doesn’t like loud noises and tends to chew on things (hence the pacifier). She’s very close to Sarah and the two often make crafts together. Sakura is very active and loves to hang out at the playground climbing the jungle gym, bouncing on trampolines, and going down slides. She tends to stick with her older siblings, and they like to read with her and dance with her.

Suki - Suki is a black poodle adopted on 7/8/18. She’s 12 but insists she’s “practically a teenager.” Like Absolem, she loves the outdoors - Suki loves gathering flowers, tending to her garden, and observing pretty plants. Suki spends a lot of time in the Charm Forest and exploring Zumwhere - she definitely believes in magic and is working hard to collect stars for Alyssa and Nafaria. She has a pet zum that she dotes on, and she loves to grow farm fresh food for Bo-Bo and Mitzy to cook with!

Mitzy - Mitzy is a 10 year old snowy retriever adopted on 12/26/18. I don’t know much about her yet, but I know she holds fast to her snowy retriever heritage - she loves winter, snow, cold weather, Christmas, and even other winter holidays like Hanukkah and Kwanzaa! She loves to cook but only ever makes sweets like cookies, cakes, and cupcakes. She loves hosting tea parties for her younger siblings, and someday she wants to visit sick kinz in the hospital so she can cheer them up and host parties for them!

Quigley - Quigley is a cockapoo adopted on 7/7/19. At 7 years old, he is an absolute baby and his siblings sometimes pick on him for being so little, which makes him upset because in his eyes he’s just as old as Sakura and just as big as all the others! Quigley loves theater and the performing arts, but he’s often too shy to get up on stage so he’s happy in the crowd. He loves Elton John and someday hopes to have enough courage to sing on stage like him!

Cornelia - I don’t know much about Cornelia since she’s my newest Webkinz, adopted on 7/12/19. She’s a 13 year old ribbon unicorn and she’s obsessed with all things pink, pastel, and pretty! She’s definitely a diva, too, and loves to have spa days to pamper herself. Cornelia is skilled in the art of making friendship bracelets - she makes them for all of her siblings and friends. She also knows practically every type of braid ever invented, and loves styling her mane, a skill she puts to good use in grooming class at the Kinzville Academy. 

#my webkinz pets #webkinz #kinzblr #long post

[pocketsizedsamwinchester]

Self-Protection at Its Finest.

Pairing: Dean x Sister!Reader x Sam

Word Count: 1.6k

Warning: Mentions of Rape and Sexual Assualt.

You were never a one for hunting. You preferred academics over the physical labour of hunting. Your brothers, Sam and Dean, insisted on you learning how to protect yourself.  You didn’t ever think you would need to know how to do it until today.

“Y/N. See me after class.” Your biology 3201 teacher, Mr. Dixon, called out very abruptly.

The entire class was silent and you started to go red in the face as he signalled you out. What did you do to deserve an after class meeting?

“You got it, Sir.”

After class, you packed up your books for your next class, Chemistry 2202, and met Mr. Dixon at his desk.

“You wanted to speak to me?” You nervously asked, wondering what warranted this conversation.

“Your last test mark was a little low.”

“I had a family emergency and I wasn’t totally focused.”

Sam and Dean had arrived home from a hunt the night before your test, each of them bloodied and bruised, each needing medical attention. You played nurse, which ate into most of your studying time, resulting in a seventy on your test instead of your usual nineties.

“There’s one of two things you can do to make up for that mark.”

“Okay, I’m listening.”

You’d love to erase that mark from your final grade.

“You can do a redo test. I’ll make up a separate test that you can rewrite next class.” Mr. Dixon suggested. “Or…”

You wondered what the pause was for. Mr. Dixon let his eyes fall to your chest and he licked his lips. You immediately knew what he meant and you started to back away from him.

“I have to go to my chem class. Ms. Williams won’t be happy that I’m late-”

Mr. Dixon grabbed your wrist, “I’ll tell her you had to run a couple of errands for me.”

Despite your efforts to run away, your teacher pulled you closer, leaning in to kiss you. You let yourself get close enough that you could hoist your knee up to make contact with his crotch. Swiftly and nearly effortlessly, considering all the training Sam and Dean put you through, you kneed him and rushed out to the hallway.

“Stay away from me!”

You raced out to Ms. Williams’ classroom, hoping and praying that would be the last of Mr. Dixon for today.

“And why are you late to my class, Ms. Winchester?”

“I-uh-Sorry. It won’t happen again.” You were audibly and visibly shaken.

“Okay, just take a seat, Y/N.” said Ms. Williams softly, letting your tardiness slide.

She continued to teach her class. Around twenty minutes later, the entire class was still copying down notes upon notes, all about the polarity of molecular compounds and how it affected the solubility of that said compound when there was a loud knock at the door. Ms. Williams opened it, revealing a very impatient looking Mr. Dixon.

“Can I speak to Y/N Winchester?” He made direct eye contact with you.

“Well… sure.” Ms. Williams also looked at you. “Y/N?”

You looked at Ms. Williams with pleading eyes. As if to say ‘please don’t let me go out there with that pervert.’

“I was already late to this class, I-I don’t want to miss anymore. Can we talk later?” You asked nervously.

Friends and classmates watched you as if it was a tv drama, waiting to see how it would all play out.

“No, Y/N. Now.” Mr. Dixon grumbled, frustratedly.

You looked at Ms. Williams again. Something about your pleading look caught her eye this time and she tried to usher Mr. Dixon out of the classroom. You knew if you left this room, something was going to go down- either you were going to get hurt or you’d kill Mr. Dixon.

Teeth- long, pointy teeth grew down over his normal, rounded human teeth. Mr. Dixon clenched his jaw and let out a low, guttural, animal-like growl. And as if like a rabbit, he leaped from the doorway to the top of a student’s desk. All the students in that row, including yourself, jumped up from their seats. Mr. Dixon stood up on top of the desk, kicking one student’s books down onto the floor.

“You made the wrong choice, there, honey.” Mr. Dixon laughed sinisterly.

What were you going to do? You didn’t have a machete on you. Only your small, silver blade which you kept stashed away in your boots. That wouldn’t be enough to slow the vampire down.

Mr. Dixon started walking on top of the desks, sending notebooks, binders, pens and pencils flying across the room. You grabbed the blade from your boot, prepared to wield it as the monster that you called a teacher got closer to you.

Trying to ensure the safety of all the other students in the room, you screamed, “get out! Everybody get the hell out!”

As Mr. Dixon got closer to you, you swung the blade at him, nicking his neck. He winced and it only temporarily slowed him down.

“What do you think that is going to do, Winchester?” He laughed. “I’m going to carve you up and bring your mutilated body home to your dear old brothers.”

“I should’ve known you were a monster.” You growled, backing up as fast as Mr. Dixon was advancing towards you.

Think, Y/N, THINK! What can you use as a weapon?  It’s a godforsaken chemistry lab- there’s got to be some corrosive chemical that would burn the skin off a vampire. You rushed into the chemicals room, grabbing the most basic corrosive acid you could see. Hydrochloric acid. You turned around and launched the entire bottle of hydrochloric acid at Mr. Dixon. The bottle smashed and started to burn the skin of the vampire. At first, it didn’t phase him but when it really started to seep into his sink, he started to yelp. That gave you enough time to rush to the other side of the classroom. You grabbed the biggest volumetric flask you could find and knocked it against a lab bench. You wanted it to break but not into a million pieces. You were hoping to get a shard that was bigger than your blade- big enough to slice into that monsters neck and hopefully, sever his head from his body. The flask broke, giving you several pieces, a few big enough to cut into Mr. Dixon’s neck. If that didn’t work- you would need a plan B or maybe- No! The glass would be your plan B once you found a long knife in one of the dishwashers situated on the side wall of the chemistry classroom. You figured Ms. Williams used it to separated harmless chemicals. The vampire, who was basically recovered from the corrosive acid you sprayed him with, was now rapidly rushing over to you. If you timed it perfectly, in one swift motion you could behead the rabid monster. Alarms sounded through the PA system.

“Could all teachers please lock your classroom doors. A lockdown is in progress.”

The alarm didn’t stop Mr. Dixon from jumping over desks to get to you. You remembered what Sam and Dean always told you

“Stay calm, Y/N. Just take a deep breath. Look your enemy, watch their every move. It’s all about predicting what the monster is going to do next, calculating when and how hard to strike them- even if it’s just enough to subdue it and not kill it.” Dean’s calm voice sounded.

“If you don’t think you can do it, just remember that Dean and I believe in you.” Sam encouraged.

“Your life depends on this training. If you so much as even hesitate for half a second, that monster could tear you open and eat your guts for dessert-”

“Dean!” Sam cut yours and his older brother off. “You’re going to scare her too much. Don’t listen to Dean, Y/N. If you do everything we tell you, you’re going to be just fine.”

“Plan your moves in advance, Y/N, be unpredictable. Your enemy can’t know what you’re gonna do next or else you’ll be dead meat.”

“Dean!” Sam exclaimed. “Enough of telling her She’s gonna die!”

The rest of that lesson consisted of your brothers arguing over the best way to teach you on how to keep your focus when fighting a monster. You knew exactly how to take this vampire down. You waited, predicted,  calculated then executed- perfectly- you might add.

“One vampire head, coming right up.” You muttered to yourself.

Dean would definitely be proud! That night, Sam looked you over, treating your chemical burns that you received when you pulled the cap of the hydrochloric acid.

“You’ve got to be so careful, Y/N,” Sam exclaimed. “You could’ve been hurt way worse than you actually were.”

“Oh, shut up, Sammy. Our little sister is all grown up! Her first solo-vamp-takedown!” Dean grinned. “I’m proud of you kiddo.”

“Thanks, Dean. If it wasn’t for you guys, I would’ve been raped- or worse, dead.”

“You’re a smart girl, Y/N.” I’m sure you would’ve figured a way to get yourself out of that situation.” Sam smiled, kissing your forehead. “There, all cleaned up.”

You would always be thankful for Sam and Dean. They took care of you once your father died, considering they were considerably older than you, Dean was 23 and Sam was 19 when you were born, and John died only three years later. You were glad to have two big brothers who implemented the importance of self-protection. If they weren’t so dead set on at least teaching you how to fight, you would’ve died today. You were glad to come home and spend another night with the two men you loved the most- Sam and Dean Winchester.

#Sam Winchester #dean winchester #supernatural #supernatural imagines #supernatural imagine #castiel #crowley #Jack Kline #john winchester #mary winchester #Jared Padalecki #Jensen Ackles #Misha Collins #alexander calvert #Mark Sheppard

[supernatural-rewatch-3]

Dean and Sam; Hunters Vs Men of Letters

So all through season 12 I noticed there were a lot of highlights to show the difference in the Hunters and Men of Letters, using Dean and Sam as the example.

Sam has many parallels with the Men of Letters. The Men of Letters are shown to be the ‘intellectuals’ who look down on hunters for being ‘brutes’. One of the first things Toni did in her conversation with Dean was insult his intelligence and imply Dean didn’t even know what a book was. This isn’t saying that Men of Letters are smarter than hunters. Hell, Renny was ‘top of his class at Kendricks’ and was still so much of a dumbass to stand right behind the enemy as someone is shooting as well as having ZERO people skills. He had NO idea what he was doing in the field. Same with Mick on his first hunt with Sam and Dean. Many of the men of Letters seem to think that the hunters have no intelligence to offer. Now Sam is usually seen as the ‘intelligent one’. He got a full ride to Stanford and many of the enemies had commented a few times that they thought Sam was the smart one. Sam is highlighted to like more intellectual things in this season, like listening to the same pod cast as Mick about the 99 thesis of Martin Luther, or spending his time in a three star motel only going over new lore books. 

Meanwhile Hunters are seen as ‘barbarians’, who lack intelligence. This isn’t true at all. Look at Bobby! He is fluent in at least four languages (Japanese, English, Greek, Latin), he knows just about everything when it comes to lore and when hunters needed an answer they would call him. Dean is also smart as hell too, but it is a different kind of intelligence than Sam. Sam is book smart, but Dean is smart in common sense. Dean mostly just hides how smart he is. We know he’s well read, something that surprises even Sam when they hear Dean speak as they sometimes forget that Dean does that behind the front he puts up; he is a mechanical and electrical genius having been able to not only rebuilt and maintain the Impala over the years but build a EMF meter out of scraps; and he knows hunting and lore so well that when he’s on solo hunts he has no problem figuring out what they are dealing with. Even Sam still looks to Dean for guidance on hunts. However what Hunters do, unlike Men of Letters, is spend a lot of time in the trenches, getting dirty. They highlighted this in one episode where Dean and Sam come in from three back to back fights where Dean is completely covered in blood and guts while Sam doens’t even have a speck on him. Men of letters refer to hunters as their slaves, who do the dirty work and are expendable. Dean describes himself as expendable, a grunt who is going to die with a gun in his hand.

The Men of Letters are big picture thinkers, something Sam is associated with. They have no problem making sacrifices along the way if it means that they will help the world for the greater good. There has been a few times through the series where Sam is shown willing to accept sacrifices for the big plan. Like in Jus in Bello where Sam considered letting Ruby kill Nancy, a single woman, to stop a hoard of demons from killing an entire town. The Men of Letters think more strategically, shown by their plans on how to exterminate all the vampires in the US. Sam is usually the one of the brothers that yells that they can’t go into a situation without a plan. They are also ‘end justifies the means’ thinkers, like Sam is quite a few times. Sam has done a few things that he knew were bad and horrible but figured it was alright because they were getting results. That was Sam’s whole argument for signing up with the Men of Letters to begin with, that while the shit they did was horrible they were getting results.

Meanwhile Dean and the other hunters are pretty short sighted. They see what is going on in front of them and act based on that. Dean is also never willing to accept any kind of give. He is not willing to lose a single life even if it will save thousands. Dean and hunters as a whole are usually more focused on the morality of the act then the results of it. Dean showed this when cared more about the fact Sam was relying on demon blood than the fact Sam was able to exorcise demons. When most hunters become monsters, like shown with Dean as a vampire, Claire as a werewolf, and even Garth’s initial knee jerk reaction to being turned as well as Gordon’s, they are willing to die then and there instead of becoming the monsters that they worked so hard to hunt. They don’t care that it might make them better or stronger, once they become a danger to others, chancing hurting people, they are done. Hunters for the most part aren't’ willing to stoop to things like magic and powers either to fight. Max is a rare exception to that rule, but Max is a special case because he is a natural witch and was born with those powers and hadn’t had to do anything that would hurt his moral code (until like episode 19) in order to use them.

The Men of Letters have a strict hierarchy, one Sam and Mary had no problem assimilating into. They have a strict code with rules and order. On the flip side hunters have no hierarchy. Dean and many other hunters rejected the very idea of reporting in to a superior. Dean has had an issue with authority since the Pilot. Dean has never just fallen in line for anyone but John. Hunters as a whole like the idea of being outside of society and not having to answer to anyone.

There is a huge difference in technology and training as well. Men of Letters go to school to study on the Supernatural. They have access to some of the the greatest weapons and tools made. Many of their new weapons make it so that they can kill whole groups of monsters without even having to swing a weapon. Hunters are more learn on the job and use what they can grab lying around kind of thing. Again this is illustrated in Sam and Dean where Sam is the more technologically advanced of the brothers, always quick to pull out a tablet or laptop to work and teasing Dean for not being as up to date, like being shocked when Dean mentions he got an app, telling a witness that Dean only just learned how to ‘poke’ on Facebook, and so on. In this season when Sam goes to explain a computer algorithm to Dean, Dean just gives Sam a blank look until Sam summarizes it as ‘a computer told me’. Meanwhile Dean rejects most of their fancy tools, saying all he wants is a handful of silver bullets. While Dean is good with technology, like hacking into security cameras and using the computer when he needs it, Dean isn’t the biggest fan of them and usually goes for the more old fashioned methods. The Men of Letters is shown as more ‘progressive with technology and the times’ like Sam while Dean is more old fashioned like hunters.

There is also the difference in lifestyle. The Men of Letters had been shown to have a very upscale lifestyle. When Mary showed Sam their compound, she says the Brits act like they are slumming it. When Mick checks him and the boys into a hotel, he tells them it’s unfortunate it’s so shabby when it was a three star hotel. Sam seems to align more with this, adjusting rather quickly to the hotel, even commenting to Claire that a hot meal does not include microwaving something at a gas station. Hunters meanwhile usually stay in slummy motel rooms. Dean acts like a little kid in awe as he goes around the hotel, he gets offended when Sam made the comment about the microwaveable food, even asking Sam what is wrong with that.

The point seems to be that for most of season 12, there were many times where Sam was drawn toward the Men of Letters, and even setting up parallels with him to characters like Mick, even Dean labeling them both as ‘nerd soul mates’. Meanwhile there were a lot of parallels drawn with Dean the hunters like Claire and Eileen. Dean and Eileen even had the same word for word interactions with Renny.

Dean has always been more like the sterotypical hunter and Sam like the more sterotypical Men of Letters. However at the end of the day they aren’t really either. Dean and Sam aren’t as surly and untrusting as hunters but they aren’t as close minded and uncaring as the Men of Letters. Sam is more caring and compassionate than the Men of Letters and Dean is more open minded then most hunters. Both brothers show traits of both groups as well. Dean’s main issue with the Men of Letters is that they were an organization that knew what was going on an ignored it, who are quick to judge but not willing to get their hands dirty, and had too many secrets to be able to be trusted. Sam’s issue with hunters is they are too closed off an weary of everything, that they just only go after what they can see so the damage at that point has already been done, and that they aren’t open to change.

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #men of letters #hunters

[clamorbelli]

hey lovelies ! i’m jaz, & i’m here to enter ur lives with my incessant use of the exclamation point & love hearts !!! <3 <3 <3 i love videogames, milkshakes, and i’m currently melting in this uk heat since i’m a simple winter child. pls excuse the parts of my blog that are still messy af, i’m slowly sorting out stats, nav, etc ( all the boring bits ) and trying to make it all look semi-presentable, so whilst i do that there are some key points about my two babies, angelo and noelle, under the cut. i apologise in advance for how long these got! pls don’t hate me ok i’m bad at pArApHrAsInG.

like this if you’d like to plot or feel free to message me either through my ims or on my discord – arcanine#0252 ! 

◟ * ◊ ─  benjamin wadsworth + cismale + he/him » * believe it or not angelo belongs to the mancini family. they are 19 years of age and are known to usually spend their time around magnolia’s coffee shop. the college dropout has been living in victoria for his entire life. the people closest to them describe the heterosexual + capricorn to be +placid and +tenacious as well as -calculated and -faultfinding » ◦ ° jaz, twenty-two, she/her, gmt◝

trigger warnings: death, suicide mention.

meet angelo ! more commonly known as angel by his late mother and those in his super inner circle. youngest of the mancini clan, and now 1/2 of the remaining duo, he’s dropped out of college to keep a close eye on rocco and the family estate in general.

i’ll put more about his past in his biography, since i’d ideally wanna’ iron all the details first, but he was a massive momma’s boy and always has been despite her problems. all you really need to know for plotting is that he’s been in victoria his entire life, except –––

from when he went to college last year !!! wow ! smart boy. angelo actually got accepted into MIT to study biomedical engineering, and for the year or so he was able to attend, he was incredibly passionate. he hated being away from his mom at the time, but he never let it show, as he did with most things.

when she died in late 2018, after only a few months of angelo being enrolled, he was a mess behind closed doors. he found it hard to cope, and even harder to come to terms with the fact he hadn’t been there for her in her final moments, even if it was self-caused. however, not knowing his father’s own mental state, angelo chose to stay in massachusetts, planning to come home for the funeral and that alone.

the news of his father’s suicide came not long after, though angelo’s reaction to that was far less visceral. he chose to come home only for a week, to see how his brother was and to attend funerals and events, mind falling straight into business mode and making sure to give his brother a long list of things he needed to keep an eye on. angelo had faith that rocco would handle things for the next two years whilst he graduated. things fell apart quick.

he continued to attend MIT for as long as he could, but news of rocco’s lifestyle and attitude always slinked its way down the grapevine to angelo, the nineteen year old boy at the university of his dreams. for him, a loyal mancini til’ the grave and a child who’d lost his mother, the choice to drop out of university wasn’t difficult. he left at the end of his first year, at the end of june, and has been home ever since. the staff tried to stop him, his circle of friends tried to stop him, but the choice had been made. he was going back to victoria.

does he resent his brother for what he’s had to do? not at all, he could never resent his best friend, but angelo would be lying if he said victoria was where he wanted to be. he’s now working closely with the current family accountant, being alongside him so he can keep the closest eye possible on the family finances and know what kind of deals and discussions he can afford possible business partners. it’s not surprising most turn their noses up at a nineteen year old trying to make business deals, but most are thrown onto their asses when he speaks.

PERSONALITY –––

angel is... kinda difficult? but also compared to his brother, he’s super easy to deal with. he’s a bit icy, but he doesn’t do it to ‘keep people away’ or anything like that, it’s just his natural demeanour, and he always appreciates people who aren’t bothered by his cool attitude at first and are willing to forge a friendship with him of some kind, though his persona in general naturally rubs people the wrong way.

he’s incredibly calm, and there’s very little that can be said or done to provoke any kind of reaction related to anger out of him.

he doesn’t like failure, but he is of the mindset that it makes you better as a person. however he despises people who let their failures or traumas affect them massively as people, so much so to the point where it affects their success. that’s one thing angelo has inherited from his father, his drive. his greed for succeeding. money isn’t the goal here, power is.

he’s practically a prodigy. his intelligence is off the scale and whilst 50% of that is natural ability, the other 50% is his own hard work and diligence. he’s not afraid to let you know how smart he is, nor will he accept anyone trying to tell him he’s only where he is because of his family. he seriously works his ass off, so much so you’d forget his family’s already wealthy and think he’s gone some kind of debt to pay off. angel’s always working on something, always scribbling away some kind of idea in his notebooks or planning something.

literally never stops pointing out faults in other people, thanks angel.

tends to think entirely with his head and is good at pushing emotion out of the equation 99% of the time. he’s very, very logical, plans pretty much all of his day, every day. spontaneity isn’t a word in his vocabulary and he doesn’t think his life is any worse off without it.

he has a penchant for pastries and good coffee and so you can nearly always find him these days at magnolia’s coffee shop. he enjoys his own company and therefore is usually alone, but won’t turn down the company of a friend so long as they don’t speak. at all.

◟ * ◊ ─  phoebe tonkin + cisfemale + she/her » * believe it or not noelle mercier is working for the bianchi family. they are 28 years of age and are known to usually spend their time around crystal woods. the escort, who has been a part of the alliance for 3 years, has been living in victoria for 4 years. the people closest to them describe the bisexual + pisces to be +tenderhearted and +intuitive as well as -pithless and -elusive » ◦ ° jaz, twenty-two, she/her, gmt◝

trigger warnings: death, sex work, suicidal thoughts, predatory behaviour, murder.

disclaimer: noelle’s soft. as fuck.

she was born in the south of france to two very french parents. she grew up there for most of her young life, living idyllically with little care. she was brought up to be kind and compassionate. her mother ran a sanctuary for local, injured wildlife and her father was a passionate journalistic photographer who travelled the world. she was exposed to culture, love, and nature when she was younger, and it shows to this day.

life was not to be all sunshine and rainbows for noelle. at sixteen, her father got caught up in a warzone, shot in action and killed on the spot. noelle’s mother experienced a complete psychotic breakdown, unable to look after herself, let alone noelle. the young girl watched, helpless, as the woman she had admired for so many years disappeared, taking the final memories of her beloved father with her. noelle was sent to live with her aunt in america, a continent that didn’t favour girls as gentle as her.

she quickly realised her only friend and ally in this new place was her cousin, louisa. her aunt was a horrible, hard woman who seemed to hate both of the girls with a seething passion, and her uncle leered at noelle whenever he could, copping feels and whispering inappropriate nothings into her ear. noelle and louisa protected each other, spent most of their nights out, eventually finding trouble.

noelle met him when she was on the brink of turning eighteen. maybe that’s what he used to justify it in a state where the age of consent was 16. robert misfer was rich. he was the diamond in their city. he paid for everything and anything anyone could ever want. he got whatever he wanted, and he wanted noelle. she was young, she was impressionable, and she fell so madly in love with someone she thought was her prince. they dated for four years when she should’ve been with boys her age. he had a wife and kids. she had her high school diploma. he put her through university. she answered his every beck and call. louisa tried her best to stop her, but what could she say? robert took noelle from the prying eyes of her uncle. in noelle’s eyes, they weren’t the same.

sometime during this whole ordeal robert bought noelle and louisa an apartment, allowing them their independence at the cost of noelle’s dignity.

until one day, robert disappeared. he had moved away with his family the day after noelle’s graduation. she was destroyed. she couldn’t do anything for weeks straight, louisa could do nothing except convince her to keep living – and eventually, she began to recover.

that was when louisa revealed a secret – cam work. noelle was in a bad place, she was  a beautiful young woman who felt unloved and unwanted, so louisa suggested she cam on the side for cash. louisa didn’t realise just how desperate noelle was for love, the love she had replaced with the attention she gained from her fans.

she worked as a cam girl for years, doing it partly for the money, partly for the enjoyment she got from feeling empowered, and partly for the toxic reason of finally being able to get the affection and attention she wanted. she loved being a cam girl, it was her whole life, until word got out in their neighbourhood.

they shunned noelle. treated her as if she should’ve been ashamed of what she’d been doing despite the fact they all did much worse behind closed doors. she withdrew into herself again for a week, stopped streaming completely and closed down her account. it rocked her fanbase but noelle could hardly cope. she wasn’t built to receive criticism like this, especially criticism for something that had brought her so much joy, something she saw nothing wrong with.

it all came to a head one night. noelle had locked herself in her room when her aunt and uncle came to their apartment, demanding to see her and berate her for what she’d done. louisa stood at the front door, defiant, radiant, beautifully strong... but she was no match for their horrendous uncle, her own father, who beat his own daughter with his bare hands until she couldn’t breathe. noelle witnessed it all, had left her room when she heard the screams, held her cousin – no, her sister – in her arms as she died on their living room floor. her uncle had disappeared by the time the police arrived, and once the police themselves learned of noelle’s job? they could barely afford her a drop of respect. louisa’s death went unpunished. the world continued revolving. noelle was lost.

the harassment eventually got so bad that she had no choice but to move, but where was she even supposed to start? it’s not like she had any family anymore, all of her friends had long since abandoned her to avoid the fallout of knowing her, and the last boyfriend she’d had... well, we all know how that went. it wasn’t until she stumbled upon an old newspaper clipping tucked away in her cousins belongings that she knew where to go – victoria.

as morbid as it was, the newspaper clipping described the deaths of fifty of the victoria residents at the bronze, and noelle knew immediately it was where she needed to be. no one would judge her there. it was a place seeped full of history that people daren’t speak of. it was somewhere she could hide, and that’s what noelle did best.

she successfully moved to victoria four years ago, where she finally restarted her cam girl career. eventually, after a year, someone involved with the bianchi family sought her out and offered her the job of a lifetime. not only was noelle protected as an escort, she earned much more money. whilst in her day to day life she was still awkward and shy, her camming allowed her to separate her job from her personal life, letting her focus on her goal of making people happy and making her a very effective escort. 

she loves animals! loves nature! wiccan! this will all be in her stats but like !!!! U NEED TO KNOW !!!!!

PERSONALITY –––

noelle, despite everything, is perhaps the most tenderhearted person you could meet. she’s gentle, trusting, and patient. she treats everyone as if they’re the most precious person in the world and looks at everything with a sense of wonder and amazement. she’s v generous, just loves !!! helping people !!!

wishes she was a princess and is waiting for a prince to sweep her off her feet. i’m not joking. literally loves love and romanticises everything like jesus shut up noelle please. 

she has no backbone. her parents, and then louisa, were her backbone for her entire life, protecting her and coddling her until it was too late for her to develop a spine of her own. she allows people to walk all over her with no consequence, lets them use her until there is nothing of her left, and she’s the one forced to rebuild. but it doesn’t matter, if the other person is happy, that’s all noelle wants.

she’s surprisingly elusive and distant about her past. whilst her warmth radiates into every part of her life and other people’s lives, noelle... doesn’t talk about her past, where she’s from, and if the conversation ever veers that way she’s a pro at steering it differently. no one ever thinks anything of it because of how open she seems to be, but truthfully she’s incredibly private, nobody truly knows much about her of worth at all.

she’s pretty emotional (shock) and cries a fairly decent amount. she doesn’t deal well with being shouted at or scolded, but she does well at hiding her tears in those situations and has learned to separate that from when people are genuinely pissed at her. she cries more when people are in pain, are upset, or if someone’s genuinely hurt her.

that’s it

it’s over

thank god

#❛ · ˚ . — 𝒗𝒊. casey frey fan club! › out of character. #victoireintro #love island is on !!!! i'm distracted !! forgive me !

[nikitasbt]

Raise the Red Lantern (大红灯笼高高挂 ,1991) by Zhang Yimou

Three pivotal features of early Zhang Yimou’s films are the spectacular usage of colours, the sublime visual beauty of the photography and breathtaking performance of director’s key collaborator Gong Li who makes the viewers sympathize her characters or adore them. All these features culminate in Raise the Red Lantern which is considered among the greatest modern Chinese films and one of the most remarkable features of the 1990-s. The third feature-length film of Zhang Yimou has made him one of the most acclaimed Chinese directors, even though the final version of the film was banned in China for a period, possibly for obvious allusions on the Chinese society suppressed by the authoritarian regime.

Raise the Red Lantern based on a very clear and dramatic narration set in China in the 1920-s, a few years before the outbreak of the Civil War which would last for 27 years. The story revolves around 4 mistresses of a rich landowner living in a large compound. There is a room for decent suspense, tragedy and soap opera in the story which is being shown from the eyes of the 4th wife 19-years old Songlian (portrayed by Gong Li) who arrived in the house recently. She is an educated girl from a middle-class family. However, as her father recently passed away, the family didn’t have any sources to make living resulting in forcing Songlian to become the youngest wife of rich master. She has not chosen her fate, yet she has obeyed just like the other wives did and like the women have been doing for centuries. But Raise the Red Lantern is not just a story of a suppressed young girl.

Shortly after settling down in the new house, Songlian learns the life in the house is defined by the set of ancient laws and traditions. For example, everyday master makes an announcement which of the women would be chosen to spend the night with him. After decisions, the servants are requested to light the red lanterns next to the favourite mistress’s house. The chosen woman gets the best treatment, selects the meals for everybody and receives power for some time – as long as it is not stated the lights would be lit near to the other house. So in fact, the master uses women like dinner outfits. Moreover, Songlian learns her living space on this planet would be now squeezed to the square meters of her house and courtyard: she would never go out anymore. This fruitless life starts being annoying and traumatizing very fast.

As time goes by, Songlian realizes the entire house is overwhelmed by the intrigues, gossips, violence and different sort of sins. All the mistresses certainly don’t love the husband, as they were forced to this marriage. Yet they adapt to life in isolation and start fighting for master’s favour granting them temporary power within the house. Moreover, a servant of Songlian Yan’er (Kong Lin) is also playing a game dreaming of becoming another mistress. Songlian collides with the first wife in her 50-s (played by Jin Shuyuan), second mistress Zhuoyun (Cao Cuifen) offering friendship and beautiful but dangerous and jealous third mistress Meishan (He Saifei) who is a former opera singer. All the women are rarely called by name as they are treated like another adornment of the compound. They have nothing to do, apart from serving their master. To see them in this desperate state is disturbing, but Zhang Yimou in a great way shows indifferences in their personalities and ways to deal with such life.

Songlian initially is not willing to adapt to the rules and games to win the master’s favour. Zhang Yimou shows the will of an educated girl to rebel against the oppression and traditions she is forced to become part of. Though, in no time pretty much to her own surprise, she finds herself in the center of all intrigues. The environment breaks her down very fast. She hates her life, but she starts fighting fiercely for the power in this house. She employs different methods such as lying, being cruel with the servant, setting up the other mistresses and so no. Her pointless life is now a fight for the red lanterns to be lit by her side. She is smart, but the other mistresses are playing the game not worse than Songlian. Another layer of narrative shows how Songlian changes gaining the power within the house. Despite being a slave de-facto, she is not able to stand against this tantalizing desire to oppress the other victims just like her. She becomes corrupt and more and more violent. The story becomes very entertaining and catchy, the suspense of it is quite good, though many twists of the plot can be easily anticipated. The house ends up with a tremendous tragedy resulting in violence, blood and insanity Songlian falls into.

Raise the Red Lantern can be also interpreted as a metaphor to the oppressed society in general (especially, the Chinese society). We see a master representing the power or monarch who commands the other people’s lives. The viewers never get a proper look at him as he is shown to be sort of anonymous power. His face is shown just once or twice for split seconds from the far distance. His servants are forced to live according to the rules. Though who obey might get favour, while those who try to rebel get destroyed and could be even killed. After a while, the members of society find themselves adapting to life conditions, seeking the ways to manipulate the master and trying to do everything for his favour. People set each other up, betray and murder dreaming to hold the symbol of power in their hands – the red lantern. Though, this symbol is just an illusion as in fact everybody is enslaved. This is a simple but obvious metaphor to the society oppressed by the authoritarian regime.

The third film of Zhang Yimou is a complex psychological and political drama with several layers emerging slowly as the plot advances. The different dimensions are problems of Raise the Red Lantern to open as the characters change and compete. The drama of films is just great, and it literally haunts the viewers for quite a long time after watching the film.

Above all, as it has been already mentioned the most important part of Yimou’s feature-length films is their exuberant visual style. Zhang Yimou proves to be a great master creating such a cold and desperate environment with usage of dim grey light, an abundance of grey colours, and brilliant decorations of a castle-like compound where the women are trapped. The main colour is red though, not grey. Arguably, the red colour is the most important for Chinese culture symbolizing many things. In Raise the Red Lantern this is the colour of power and desire, and the scenes with red are always bright and charged with some tension. It mixes with grey colours and dim lights very well. The photography is absolutely spectacular as the film is very attentive to every littlest detail. Arrangement of all these lanterns and decorations is just breathtaking. Visual style is slightly influenced by Hou Hsian-Hsien’s early films such as City of Sadness. Moreover, Hou has produced Raise the Red Lantern.

The visual part and camerawork enhance the story in the best possible way. Many plans are absolutely beautiful, especially the takes from the house’s rooftop. The frequent close-ups focus attention on the fantastic actors’ performance, out of whom Gong Li and He Saifei are stealing the show to contribute in film’s overall success. I also enjoyed the music written by Zhao Jiping for Raise the Red Lantern. These haunting sounds of drums and lanterns getting extinguished stay in the head for a long time. Moreover, the Chinese songs that Meishan sings are exquisite and sublime.

Raise the Red Lantern has gained positive feedback and attention in the Western world. Later, Zhang Yimou would have written and directed many other films pleasing the Western taste, yet he remains among highly acclaimed directors in China whose drama Raise the Red Lantern is remembered as one of the finest pieces of his work.

#zhang yimou #张艺谋 #raise the red lantern #大红灯笼高高挂 #gong li #he saifei #chinese cinema

[urbanteeth]

Novel Prep

Thanks to @dimawriting and @maple-writes for tagging me!!

WIP: The Inbetween

Tagging: @drist-n-dither @theforgottencoolkid @minny-santa and uhh anyone else who sees this!

This gets pretty long so I’ll put it under a read more.

First Look

1. Describe your novel in 1-2 sentences (elevator pitch)

The crew members abroad the Perseus Space Station were tasked with investigating the first signs of early human-like civilization on an exoplanet. The truth behind the ruins scattered across the dying planet, however, is stranger, darker, older than anything they ever expected. 

2. How long do you plan for your novel to be? (Is it a novella, single book, book series, etc.)

As of right now, The Inbetween is a single book divided into 5ish parts. The POV will be third person. Still not sure if I want to switch between characters for each chapter or if I want each of the 5 parts told through the perspective of one of the main characters. I am playing with the idea of a sequel. I also want to write about the before and after the events of The Inbetween. There are also at least two AUs running around my mind so I might explore those too.

3. What is your novel’s aesthetic?

Dark skies full of stars, floating weightlessly, lonely planets, geometry, singularity, the smallness of existence, amorphous shadows on the wall, empty corridors, static, flickering lights, hearts racing from adrenaline, the taste of blood in your mouth as you run for your life

4. What other stories inspire your novel?

The Inbetween originated from me wanting to take some of my unused characters beyond them just being characters. The earliest drafts of The Inbetween were short stories inspired by Wolfgun’s music. The story eventually grew into what it is now thanks to a few episodes of Star Trek and Welcome to Nightvale. Lots of the scenes I currently have written were born from daydreaming to Carbon Based Lifeforms’s music. I would say CBL has had the biggest influence on the story.

5. Share 3+ images that give a feel for your novel

This one is for the last part of the book.

Main Character

6. Who is your protagonist?

There are five protagonists:

Emmett Reyes: Mexican-American, 19 (at the beginning of the story), aro/ace, trans, biologist

Johann Herschel: British-German, 20 (at the beginning of the story), bi, nonbinary, pilot and navigator

Neveen Jalal: Egyptian-American, 19 (at the beginning of the story), lesbian, chemist, starship medic, lowkey inspired by my high school chem teacher

Oliver West: Korean-Canadian, 20 (at the beginning of the story), gay, mechanic

Alternis: A.I., years active unknown, primarily used for security and scouting 

7. Who is their closest ally?

Their closest allies would be each other. Here’s some specific friendships:

Overall: they grow as close as family. Nothing like a near death experience out in the middle of the cold, indifferent void to make five kids bond for life. 

Neveen + Emmett: Nerd friends! With him being a biologist and her becoming a medic, they share a love for the subject. They bond over their love for their cultures. They teach each other words in their native tongues. 

 Johann + Emmett + Oliver: Partners in crime!! These three are as ride or die as you can get with a group of friends. While Johann isn’t always keen on the chaos, he still goes along with it because “who’s going to serve as your guys’s impulse control???” Secretly, he loves it. 

Oliver + Johann: Oliver becomes pretty supportive of all his friends and his relationship with Johann is no different. Oliver makes for a pretty good listener and he doesn’t mind hearing about his friend’s worries. He’ll offer some pretty good advice as well. 

Neveen + Oliver: Oliver is, without a doubt, the most social of all the crew members. Unlike him, however, Neveen is the exact opposite. He will respect her space if she needs it, but he is also there to make sure she doesn’t lose herself in it. In a lot of ways, he reminds Neveen of her own sister.

Emmett + Alternis: These two form a pretty close bond. Both share feelings of becoming static in life. Both struggle with insecurity and general feelings of anxiety that they are not good enough. However, they both also share a deep curiosity for the world around them. She likes to ask him questions knowing he won’t brush them off and he feels comfortable enough to ramble on about whatever subject is most interesting to him knowing that she is willing to listen with interest herself.

Bonus: 

Commander Mitch Connor + his crew: At first, Mitch was pretty hesitant to be this mission’s commander. They’re all kids, two of them fresh out of high school almost. However, he quickly learns that this crew is more than capable. They’re adaptable and fiercely resilient. They know how to use their strengths to their advantage and do so creatively. Most importantly, though, they genuinely care about each other.

8. Who is their enemy?

The story’s main antagonist is a weird hivemind entity that is partially made from various alien life forms and part alien tech. It’s main purpose is to find creatures its programming deems perfect specimens and then merge with (eat???) them to take on their abilities. The creature was once a technologically advanced alien race from a different dimension who sought to create the “perfect being”. No one’s really sure what “perfect being” meant for them, but eventually they, and most of their old universe, were all consumed by their creation. The entity then traveled across many other dimensions still seeking specimens to consume. While it has no definite shape or can even be considered a single animal, it’s still very much sapient. It’s hard to tell the age or if it was supposed to be machine or animal or even what species it originally was. However, the minds and voices of its creators live on with it. 

If you want an idea as to how it sounds, it’s a little like the Warpers from Subnautica but with multiple voices. Here’s a clip. 

9. What do they want more than anything?

They all have different dreams that they are pursuing, but they basically all want a life where they can be happy and have closure.

Emmett wants to be at peace with himself.

Johann wants to find a place that he can call home.

Oliver wants to protect the little he already has.

Neveen wants to achieve her dreams.

Alternis wants to belong.

10. Why can’t they have it?

Emmett is, first of all, much too doubting in himself. He worries so much that he can’t appreciate the things he has done right or the things he can do. He isn’t very kind to himself.

Johann misses the life he had on Earth. He and his family moved to a new planet because they don’t really like Earth and want to experience something new. But Johann never feels the same sense of “home” as he did on Earth. 

Oliver’s job is helping out his mother with their repair shop. So, when the shop is threatened with closure, he is desperate to find another job, but since he dropped out and never finished school, he’s having a really hard time coming up with something that will provide enough. This is why he ends up joining the space program. 

Neveen is in a somewhat similar boat. She has dreams of working as a doctor and all of her time and effort goes into studying for that. She, however, ends up getting rejected from three different schools in her area. She starts to feel like time is somehow running out for her.

Alternis has had a hard time. When she didn’t fit the expectations her creators set, she quickly discovered that her differences were seen as something flawed. She spent a lot of her early days either alone and she grew to be resentful towards people. But she wants to be accepted, so when they told her she was to be assigned to the Perseus Station, she had a lot of mixed feelings about the situation. 

11. What do they wrongly believe about themselves?

Emmett: not smart/good enough, not allowed to make mistakes

Neveen: her success determines her worth, has to do things just right or Else

Oliver: dumb for dropping out of college, is not much other than the comic relief in his friend group

Johann: thinks he can run from facing what’s really bothering him

Alternis: needs to have a purpose to be worth something to others, needs to change to be accepted

12. Draw your protagonist! (Or share a description)

Emmett: 5′2, curly brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin, a scar running from jaw to cheek, there’s a picture @auroradrawing made here!

Neveen: 5′5, long black hair, brown eyes, dark skin, red hijab

Johann: 6′2. dark blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin

Oliver West: 5′10, black hair, brown eyes, pale skin

Alternis:  i made a post on her appearance here

Plot Points

13. What is the internal conflict?

I would say that the overall internal conflict for all the characters is them struggling to understand that they are human which means that they are allowed to be wrong, make bad decisions, have emotions, and fail and none of this undermines their value in any way.

14. What is the external conflict?

The main external conflict is survival. They come into contact with a powerful interdimensional creature who is possibly hundred of thousands of years old or more and they have no idea how to stop it. After their station and only way home gets destroyed and they find themselves stranded with no way to let anyone know what’s happening, they realize that they have to find a way to at least repel the creature as it’s not just their survival at stake, but also that of their friends and family back on Earth.

15. What is the worst thing that could happen to your protagonist?

Death, probably. There’s a lot of things that would be left undone and unsaid and also literally no one else knows what is going on, so it could be a while before anyone back home realizes they’re never coming back. And that thought is one of the scariest things they can imagine.

16. What secret will be revealed that changes the course of the story?

Basically the purpose of the entity and them figuring out what it is and what it wants changes everything they were led to believe at first about the planet and the origin of the ruins.

17. Do you know how it ends?

Yes. They all get a happy ending because I’m done with the sad shit. Also happy endings are good?? Like give me more happy endings dammit! They go through so much shit and get tested so much, like, they deserve their happy ending. 

Bits and Bobs

18. What is the theme? 

You are stronger than you think. Let yourself be flawed. Things might not be okay, but they will work out. You have a place in the universe, no matter how small. Tomorrow is a new day.

19. What is a reoccurring symbol?

Darkness, geometry/symmetry, fire (?),static, lots of the names of things have meaning behind them

20. Where is the story set? (Share a description!)

There are two made up planets on which this story takes place. The first planet is Thesan-4. This planet is a desert-like planet. It’s in the Milky Way for sure, but I haven’t exactly figured out where yet. This planet is primarily used for military/astronaut training. At least 40% of the story will take place here. The other planet is an icy, Earth-like planet. I call this planet the Mirror World in my head but the actual name is pending. Here is where the remains of early civilization are found and this is where the Perseus crew is assign for their mission. At least 60% of the story will take place here.

21. Do you have any images or scenes in your mind already?

Hell yeah! Scenes and a general outline are all I have right now. A lot of the little details are still pretty vague though.

22. What excited you about this story?

Oh man, is “everything” an answer? I always wanted to write a story set in space, but my biggest issue was finding a good plot. Like, I had the characters and I had some vague idea of a setting, but no actual plot or conflict. This story spent a lot of time on the back burner and I honestly thought about abandoning it a few times. However, it has come to grow so much and I’m really happy I didn’t abandon it. I love the lore behind the antagonist and the character interactions and uhhh well damn. Everything!

23. Tell us about your usual writing method!

I think the very first thing I come up with is either the setting or the characters. Then, I make the characters that I feel would go best with the setting or vice versa. Other details like names and stuff come way later. 99% of my writing process is music. If I need a certain mood for a scene, I’ll put on some music that fits and I’ll listen to it a few times before actually writing. I find that this helps me come up with scenes so I don’t really struggle at that. Putting them down on paper is harder lol, especially when I can see at least three different ways to write the opening. But once I start writing, everything flows much easier.

#these were all such excellent questions #thanks for the tag

[allonsysilvertongue]

Always Done What You Say

This was how it began - Tony Stark had called on Peter Parker for a mission while he was out with May except the mission did not end the way anyone imagined or hoped it would, and now Peter’s life has been pulled out from under him.

(Or the story of how Tony found himself having to be more than just a mentor to Peter, one small step at a time) Previously

Chapter 19

All along the corridor the motion sensor lights starting lighting up. Peter raised his head in time to see Tony making his way down towards the workshop.

Instinctively, his gaze shifted towards the clock and he gulped when he realised that it was late for a school night. It was no wonder Tony was here to check on him.

“I’m just about done here, Mr. Stark,” Peter said before Tony could say anything.

“Sure hope so, buddy, you shouldn’t be up at one thirty in the morning,” Tony quipped, closing the sliding door behind him. “What are you working on? Walk me through it.”

“Uh, just tinkering,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Saw it at a vintage shop and I – I managed to get it for a good deal. The record player’s super old so it doesn’t work, just for display, I guess, but what’s the point of that, right? I thought… I thought if I could fix it Ms. Potts might like it?”

At the small smile Tony gave him, Peter relaxed.

“I’m sure she will. All I’ve got around the house are advance technology I kept improving on so yeah, kid, she’ll appreciate this from you.”

“Cool,” he grinned.

“This can wait till after school tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah,” he said sheepishly. “I’ll clean up.”

Peter started to clear his things away, putting everything where it should be just as Tony rounded the workbench to lend a hand. Dum-E rolled over, as if Tony’s movement alone prompted it to assist, but he sent the robot away.

“How are you feeling?”

In retrospect, he should have expected Tony to slide that question in. It was always the same question or a variation of it.

How you holding up, Pete? How are you today, kid? You feeling alright, underoos?

It was only with extreme self-control that Peter managed to swallow the loud sigh threatening to escape.

He was fine. Couldn’t Tony and Pepper see that he had made himself better with Wanda’s help? It was as if they didn’t believe him.

“Tops, Mr. Stark,” he forced a smile, giving his guardian the same standard answer. “Why aren’t you asleep? Ms. Potts will be – “

Peter stopped if only because Tony had abandoned cleaning the workbench. He followed Tony’s gaze to the muted television on the wall where an interrupted broadcast was reporting on a scene Peter recognised to be one of the neighbourhood in Queens. Taken from a CCTV across the street, it showed a man walking into a bank with a bright flash of light going off a second later before all hell broke loose.

Five dead including a six year old child. $35,000.00 stolen.

Registration of powered people…. To be held responsible and accountable…

WHERE IS SPIDERMAN?

Queens Not Protected

“Powered people?” Peter frowned, unable to tear his eyes off the screen. “Like – Like Thanos?”

“No,” Tony said firmly. “This is not Thanos. This is… This is likely someone with superhuman abilities. Except instead of vigilante justice, he or she is out to gain from it.”

“Supervillains,” he gasped.

“Clean this up then go to bed, Peter. I’ll get someone from the team to handle this,” Tony said. “See you in the morning, kid.”

Tony was nearly out of the door when Peter blurted, “I miss it.”

That had Tony’s attention. He turned around, looking at Peter curiously.

“Spiderman?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, refusing to look at his mentor. “I – I remember being him. I remember just feeling… free when I’m him, like I’m a different person. Not – Not this miserable loser.”

“Hey,” Tony frowned, stepping a little closer. “There will be no self-deprecating talks like that, not in this house. You’re one of the smartest kids I know, Peter.”

“You don’t know many kids, Mr. Stark,” Peter pointed out.

“True,” the older man concurred. “But it still stands – you’re smart and you have heart, underoos. You gotta give yourself credit.”

He fiddled with the screwdriver before meeting Tony’s gaze.

“Sorry,” Peter muttered. “I kind of just missed being Spiderman and – and it feels good to know when I get to help someone. Guess that’s just egoistic altruism talking,” he shrugged. “Those people… they needed Spiderman’s help and he wasn’t there. I wasn’t there.”

“Why did you stop, Pete? Do you remember the reason or did Wanda take care of that for you, too?”

Peter tossed the screwdriver back into the toolbox, hearing the clanking of tools echoing in the room.

“I should just focus on school, Mr. Stark. I’m just a kid, right?”

He could feel Tony’s intense gaze on him, sensed that his mentor might have something more to add so when he simply said, “sure, bub,” Peter was surprised.

Peter said nothing to that.

“Peter,” Tony placed a hand on his shoulder. “This block in your mind that Wanda placed, I know that it’s helping you feel more stable but you need to understand that it’s a volcano, kid. You put a lid on something that volatile it’s going to explode one day, you understand? If you can’t remember everything that’s happened to you and that’s brought you to where you are today, you’ll make wrong decisions and it’s going to cost you. It’s going to drag you back down to the very thing you’re trying to escape.”

He shrugged the hand off. He didn’t need this lecture, not at this hour.

“It’s working, Mr. Stark.”

“We need to lift the block, Pete. Wanda had your cooperation the first time and she’s going to need it again to reverse it.”

“Didn’t you go to the Sanctum a few days ago? Wasn’t it to look for ways to get rid of Wanda’s spell?” Peter looked at him angrily. “Oh yeah, I knew. FRIDAY told me when I went looking for you and you weren’t around. I don’t want to reverse it, Mr. Stark, don’t you get it?”

Tony scoffed.

“See, that’s the problem. The Peter I know doesn’t have tantrums like this. He doesn’t explode in anger at the slightest inconvenience. What is it like in your head nowadays anyway? Can you tell if something’s a memory or if it’s something you dreamt?”

Peter stared hard at Tony, his brows furrowed. He didn’t have an answer to that.

“Just leave me alone,” he mumbled. “For the last time, I’m fine, Mr. Stark. And please stop asking me that each time you see me.”

At the door just outside of the workshop, Peter stopped. Twisting his hands nervously, he turned to look at Tony.

“Mr. Stark… Why aren’t you angrier with me?” Peter asked. “I thought you’d be mad when you found out. I – I thought you’d ground me or take away my privileges or … I don’t know…”

It had been bothering him. He really was not expecting Tony to treat him this way; to talk to him and try to get him to see reasons. He figured Tony would tell him what to do and expect him to simply fall in line.

“Everybody deserves a free pass once in their life, Peter,” Tony sighed, leaning against the workbench. “So I’m giving you this free pass but that’s not to say I won’t keep telling you of the risks. I’ll be here to see you through whatever decision you make – good or bad. That’s what a good parent does, right?”

“I – I don’t know. I’ve never had my parents long enough to remember.”

“You had May Parker,” Tony reminded him. “And she was a damn good parent to you, Pete. I can only hope to be half the parent she was. You’ve told me yourself – I’m not your dad and truthfully,” Tony looked away briefly, “I don’t know how to be one. All I know is that you and I, we’re not going to give up on each other. I know for damn sure that thing Wanda put on you won’t be good for you in the long run – it’s a temporary solution – but you can’t see that right now and that’s okay, kid.”

Not knowing what to say to any of that, Peter swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Goodnight,” he muttered, leaving Tony alone in the workshop.

XxX

“You're right on his identity - Robert Hunter. Just a kid – maybe a little older than Peter is. Bounced from foster home to foster home – his little plan was to steal enough to get out of here.”

Peter slowed, listening in to the conversation. The last person he expected at the Penthouse this morning was Steve.

“Where is he now?” Tony asked.

“Nat’s got him at the Compound.”

“Can we turn him around, Cap?”

“He’s angry and stubborn – “

“So just like any other teenager,” Tony scoffed. “You’ve got it, don’t you, Steve? Do you need me to come in?”

“Not right now. I just came here to keep you up to speed.”

“You know there is a phone…” Peter stepped in with a wide grin. “I bet that’s exactly what you were about to say, Mr. Stark.”

It drew a smile out of Steve. “Good to see you, Peter. You off to school? I’m just about done – I can give you a ride.”

His mouth fell open and it must be comical because Tony snorted derisively.

“Think you just made his day. Get something to eat on the go, Pete, and then skedaddle out of here before Cap changes his mind.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He gulped down the juice and grabbed a muffin off the table. Steve waited and then let him lead the way.

“See you, Tony. And about the kid… We can turn him around. We’ll save him,” Steve said with same serious conviction that Peter had long associated with Captain America. 

#spiderson #irondad #iron dad #tony stark #peter parker #ironman #marvel fics

[cjwallflower]

Philip’s duel

Word Count: 2514 words

Genre: Angst

Warnings: TW, death, blood, swearing

Philip sighed as he looked up at the overcast sky. It was a boring day, but he knew tomorrow would be better. He was planning on proposing to his long term girlfriend, Theodosia Burr Alston, after 3 years. Philip smiled as he felt the small box in his pocket, but his smile dropped when he heard his father’s name. He turned to see a man he vaguely knew as George Eacker up on a parapet, preaching to a crowd, and abusing his father’s name. Philip grew angry and stormed over.

“Hey! What are you saying about my father?!” he yelled, silencing the crowd and even the man who’d been slandering his father’s name.

But the corners of Eacker’s lips turned up into an amused and all the more aggravating smirk. “Your... father?” he asked, placing a hand on his hip and sneering at the shorter boy, who glared more.

“Yeah. What. Did you say. About. My. Father?!” Philip growled through gritted teeth.

Eacker suddenly burst out laughing, as did a few others. “You’re telling me, that you’re the son of that cowardly, good for nothing piece of shit who doesn’t deserve to live?!” he asked, wheezing.

Philip’s eyes were ablaze, and he only saw red as he punched Eacker square in the jaw. The whole crowd went silent. “Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is, then?” he growled lowly, and Eacker glared.

“Let’s talk over there” he said, and dragged Philip away from the crowd.

Philip would’ve usually been intimidated by that gesture, but he was too fuelled by anger. He growled up at Eacker, whose jaw was now bruising. “You. Me. Tomorrow at dawn. For a duel of gentlemen” he said through bared teeth, but was more infuriated when Eacker had that same shit eating smirk on his face and nodded. Furious, he glared hotly at Eacker, and pushed past him, going home. He had a duel to prepare for.

The door to Alexander’s study slammed open. The aforementioned man looked up from where he was grading tests, and was concerned when he saw his son with a murderously angry look in his eyes.

Philip only uttered three words as he met Alexander’s eyes. “Where’s the guns?”

Alexander’s eyes widened and he shook his head, as if awakening from a dream. “What?” he asked softly, and flinched as Philip got more angry.

“Where. Are. The. Guns?”

Alexander realised he’d heard his son correctly and started to shake a little, honestly terrified. He pointed to a safe in the wall. “I-In the s-safe..” he managed out as his son advanced to the safe. “Ph-Philip, wh-what’s going o-on?”

Philip spun the lock, glaring at it. “A man named George Eacker was smacking you around in the streets. I challenged him to a duel.” he cocked a gun, clicking it into safety. “And I’m not going to lose.”

Alexander’s mouth fell agape and he stood up. “What?! No! You-“ he tried to reason with his son, but Philip definitely wouldn’t let up on this one. “Just because someone says something bad about me doesn't me-“

Philip cut him off by meeting his eyes. Tears of anger were streaming down his face. “No! He went too far dad, I’m not gonna let it slide!” he exclaimed, making his father flinch again. This was scarily unlike the Philip Alexander had known for 19 years.

A beat of silence resonated between the two as they stared into each other's eyes.

In Alexander's eyes, there was fear. People often died in duels if shot in a really bad area, and Philip was only 19. He didn't have training, and though he was definitely smart enough to figure it out, Philip didn't even know how to fire the gun. But then he read the look in Philip's eyes, and tears welled in his own.

Philip's eyes had so many different emotions in them. First, foremost, and most prominent was anger. He wasn't angry at his father for trying to stop him, but he was too angry at Eacker to be stopped. Secondly, spite. This one was subtle, almost nonexistent, as Philip was never spiteful. The only reason Alexander recognised it was because that look was no stranger to Alexander's own iris, and he suddenly knew how it felt to be on the other side of that terrifying gaze. Finally, there was a flicker of fear, and Alexander realised that Philip didn't want to duel Eacker, but he wasn't going to let anyone hurt his father's name. Not whilst he was alive, that is. Alexander came to the realisation that he couldn't stop Philip no matter how much he wanted to, no matter how hard he tried, and pleaded, and reasoned with his son. Philip was going out to those duelling grounds, and not even God Himself could stop him.

Alexander sighed, hugging Philip tightly. "Take my guns, be smart" he warned.

Philip hugged back, bearing a smile. "I'll make you proud, Pops."

"You always do."

The next day, Philip awoke before the sun peeked over the horizon. He contemplated resuming his previous sleeping state, but as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he sat up. The barrel of his father's pistol glimmered in the moonlight.

Philip got up with a soft sigh, looking in the mirror and smoothing down his wild curls and looking in the mirror as he got dressed. He slipped the small velvet box into his pocket, thinking to himself, 'I'm going to win this duel for the Hamilton name. I may as well if I'm going to bring another person into it'.

Philip pulled on his jacket, looking around and making sure he hadn't woken anyone up. He stopped in front of his parents' room, looking at them cuddling and sleeping peacefully. He smiled softly, sighing silently. "I'll make you proud, Pops. I love you, Mom. I'll see you after the duel" he whispered in the silence, and set off into the cold November dawn.

Eacker and his friend were there when Philip arrived with his friend and a doctor that both friends knew. George looked nervous in his eyes, but he still had that cocky grin on his face that made Philip's blood boil over. Despite his apparent anger, he attempted to be cordial with the man he'd soon shoot. "Mr. Eacker! How was the rest of your evening?" he asked, but glared when his attempted kindness was spat to the ground.

"I'd rather skip the pleasantries, let's go" Eacker growled.

"Fine by me."

Philip sighed as the pistols were mixed around and given to the men. Philip's friend looked at him. "Philip, can we just call this off?" he whispered lowly, but Philip didn't budge.

"Under no circumstances do you let him win this argument, got it?" Philip asked, and his friend sighed, approaching Eacker's friend.

As the two tried to negotiate, Eacker and Philip glared into each other's eyes. George was a little unsettled by the look of hatred, malice, and pure, unbridled rage in Philip's eyes, but George stood his ground like a man. In reality, Philip was more scared than Eacker, but his father had taught him the basics that he needed to know in order to win this battle. Both friends came back with the news that there would be no peace, and they were clear to duel. Philip took a deep breath as the men started counting to ten.

One.

Philip passed Eacker as they both took their first step. He closed his eyes, thinking about the advice his father gave him. 'Look him in the eye, aim no higher. Summon all the courage you require. Then slowly and clearly aim your gun towards the sky' Alexander's voice rang in his head.

Two.

Philip thought of said father, and how proud he'd be when he came home with his head held high. He'd pat Philip on the back, and tell him he did a good job. His father was already proud of him, but this would validate it even more. He smiled to himself. "I'll make you proud, Pops" he whispered.

Three.

Philip's mind flashed to his mother. She was already feeling down because of recent events. Most prominent of those events was grieving over the loss of her father, whom Philip was named for. A brief spot of doubt flashed in his mind. 'What if I end up dying in this duel?' he asked himself, but straightened up, nearly slapping himself. 'No. I'll come home for breakfast, and she'll cry with pride. I'm not gonna leave her.'

Four.

Philip then thought of all his younger siblings. He was the eldest, and when they needed someone to fight the monsters under the bed, he was always there. He was their brave soul who cradled them when they couldn't sleep, and sung them lullabies and told amazing stories during dinner. They all looked up to him, and he knew he'd live to protect them another day.

Five.

Philip thought about Aaron Burr, his girlfriend's father. Burr never liked him, and just tolerated his father. Philip was constantly threatened by Burr, and once almost lost his life due to a misunderstanding where Theo Jr had been crying over a book where an innocent's life had been taken, and Burr had thought Philip had hurt her. If he saw that Philip could hold his own, and defend against opposition, maybe he'd finally have Burr's stamp of approval. In that case, he had to make Burr proud, too.

Six.

Philip saw Theo Jr in his mind. The wind blowing her beautiful curls, the sun kissing her beautiful soft skin, her brown eyes sparkling in the sunset. He imagined her face when the moment came for him to get down on one knee. As he raised his gun to shoot to the air, he smiled. 'I have people to live for. I'm gonna win this. I'll make them all proud, and later, I'll propose to Theo, and it's gonna be so perfect. I love you so much, Theo'

Seven.

Eacker turned around and fired his gun.

Everything seemed to stop, the world stopped turning. The men stopped counting, the duelers stopped pacing, and Philip stopped thinking. Philip felt the bullet fly into side and get stuck in his right arm. He shakily looked down at the bullet wound, the blood oozing out, and he collapsed to the ground, quickly losing consciousness as the doctor rushed to his side.

The phone at the Hamilton household rang loudly, as Aaron Burr and his small family of three sat with Alexander in his living room, having tea. Eliza was still sleeping, so Alexander answered quickly before it woke his wife up.

"Hello, is this Alexander Hamilton?" asked a soft female voice. Alexander was uneasy.

"Yes, may I ask who's calling?"

“This is the receptionist at Orlando Hospital. I’m calling in regards to your son, Philip Hamilton. He has you listed as his emergency contact”

Remembering Philip had gone dueling, Alexander's eyes widened. "What's happened to Philip?"

The receptionist's next words felt like a spear had pierced his heart.

“He’s been shot in the side. We think it may be fatal”

Alexander dropped the phone in shock. Hearing the noise, Aaron looked over into the kitchen. "Alex? Alex, are you alright?" he asked gently.

Alexander turned to them, trembling with wide eyes that were welling with tears. "Ph-Philip's been.. shot.." he managed out.

Aaron's eyes widened and he jumped to his feet. "What?!" he asked. Theo Jr covered her mouth in shock, getting to her feet as well, tears pouring down her face. Aaron quickly pulled her and Alexander to his car to drive to the hospital.

As they approached the hospital, Theo tried desperately to wipe her tears, and she only had one thought on her mind.

'Stay Alive, Philip...'

The trio rushed into the waiting room, two of the three crying desperately. Alexander saw the doctor that had been at Philip's side at the time of the duel. Holding back a sob, Alexander rushed forward to see the doctor.

"Where's my son?!" he asked, gripping the doctor's shoulders. "Where the fuck is my son?!"

The doctor flinched, but recognised Alexander. "Mr. Hamilton, come in, they brought him in half an hour ago, he lost a lot of blood on the way over.

Theo ran over and joined them. "Is he alive?!" she cried desperately.

The doctor hesitated. “Yes, hes alive, but you have to understand, the bullet entered just above his hip and lodged in his right arm-“

Aaron cut him off, holding his daughter tightly. "We need to see him. Now."

The doctor led the three to Philip's room. "I’m doing everything I can, but the wound was already infected when he arrived" he said.

Theo sobbed into her father's chest. "Will he stay alive?!" she asked, but the doctor didn't answer her. If it weren't for Aaron holding her up, she'd have collapsed by now. It didn't help seeing Philip's blood splattered across the doctor's uniform.

They entered the room to see Philip in the hospital bed, festering and weak. He had a thin stream of blood leaking from his mouth, and his hands and clothes were drenched in his own blood, a terrifying sight to see. What was most unsettling was how leaking through the bandages was more blood, accompanied with a strange yellow colour. Theo cried and rushed to his side, holding his bloodstained hand. Philip's hazel eyes weakly opened. As he tried to talk, he choked out even more blood. He finally managed one word that broke Theo's heart when she heard his normally soft, cheerful voice now breaking as he lie on the brink of death.

"H...Hey..."

Theo sobbed harder, her heart clenching as she stared at him. Philip managed a weak, bloody smile, and he squeezed her hand, wincing in pain. Theo cupped his face gently, tears clouding her vision. "O-Oh... O-Oh dear god, Ph-Philip... Philip why..?" she asked softly, her heart aching as she stared at her dying boyfriend.

Philip's smile only widened painfully. “I-I showed h-him.. u-us H-Hamiltons.. w-we aren’t w-weak..w-we...aren't..c-cowards...” he whispered, closing his eyes.

Theo's eyes widened and she started sobbing. "Ph-Philip! No, don't go yet!" she cried.

Thankfully, Philip’s eyes opened a little. “I-I’m... still... h-here...” he croaked, coughing up more blood. Theo smiled softly at him, trying to stay calm. She couldn't control the flow of tears streaming down her face however.

Suddenly, the door burst open again. There, shaking and sobbing, was Eliza. “Philip!” she cried, hugging him tightly. Philip hugged back. “Wh-what happened? Wh-who shot you???” she sobbed.

“I-I.. got i-into a d-duel.. a m-man.. talked.. b-bad about.. P-Pops..” he managed out.

"M-Mom, I love you.." he wheezed weakly, and the room felt a bit brighter. He felt weaker. Lighter.

His pulse slowed to a stop, and the room was filled with sobbing.

#this was supposed to be short #my hand slipped #this is my first story #be gentle #philip hamilton #theodosia jr #george eacker #hamilton