#anyways! yes malcom i agree

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Alright I want drama so can you do Malcom and Stevie going after the same girl and all the stuff that happens

The Fight For Love (Malcolm Wilkerson X Reader)

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Summary: Malcolm and Stevie find out that they’ve been wanting the same girl. Now they’re fighting for her attention, and neither of them back down from a challenge.

A/N: anon doesn’t say who reader should end up with so she ends up with Malcolm bc that’s who I write for. But if you wanna see this with a Stevie ending lmk!

***

“Stop acting… like you’re… so good with… relationships… Malcolm.” Stevie rolled his eyes at his best friend before taking a bite of his sandwich. “You don’t… have game.”

“Yes, I do!” Malcolm protested. “Remember Sarah Coleman?”

“In eighth grade… and she… dumped… your ass.”

“What about Alison?”

“An idiot… who dumped you… for your brother.”

“Nicki?”

“Crazy… and locked you… in her attic.”

“Whatever.” Malcolm sighed. “It’s not like you’ve ever had a girlfriend.”

“Angela… Pozefsky.”

“Well, I dated her first. Besides, it’s not like you two lasted long.” Malcolm shrugged and shook his head from the annoyance of Stevie having a good rebuttal. He started picking at his food, which should’ve signaled the end of the conversation. But before he could take a bite, he dropped his fork and turned back to Stevie. “You know what? They don’t even matter anymore. I like someone else anyway.”

“Oh, really?” Stevie asked, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, and I got a real chance with her.”

“Of course… you do.” Stevie responded sarcastically, taking another bite of his food. Malcolm looked at him confused.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You like… someone… and think you… have a shot… so you… obsess.”

“No, I don’t!”

“Yes… you do.”

“Whatever. Look, I have a real chance with this girl, I know it. Have you ever connected with someone so well that you just know, deep down, that they’re it for you?” Malcolm stared off with a dreamy look on his face, obviously deep in thought about the girl he was talking about.

“I have… actually,” Stevie said, which surprised Malcolm, pulling him out of his state.

“Really? You’ve never talked about her before.”

“If I could… get a… word in… I-”

“So what’s she like?” Stevie rolled his eyes at Malcolm, but soon brushed it off, ready to talk about the girl he’s had his eye on.

“Treats me like… a person. Doesn’t… sugarcoat… but still… sweet.”

“Same with mine!” Malcolm responded. “She’s straightforward, but she’s still like, the nicest person ever.”

“She’s smart… too.”

“I can have an intellectual conversation with her without feeling like a freak. And she’s so funny too.”

“Her laugh… is heavenly.”

“Let’s say their names on three,” Malcolm suggested. Stevie nodded. “One.”

“Two.”

“Three. Y/n.”

“Y/n.”

The smiles on the boys’ faces faded once they realized what the other had said. It seemed they were both talking about the same girl.

“Crap.”

***

After a lengthy discussion, Stevie and Malcolm concluded that they were, in fact, talking about the same girl. Y/n had known them for years, meeting them back in middle school. She wasn’t in the Krelboyne class, but she was still clever enough to understand complex matters and keep up with the boys’ conversations. She was nice, but could still tell it how it is. And no matter what, she was still the boys’ friend.

Stevie and Malcolm also concluded that they both liked Y/n too much to back away and let the other have a chance to woo her. So they agreed to let the best man win.

“Hey, Y/n.” Malcolm greeted his friend, slightly out of breath. He woke up early and ran to school so he could talk to Y/n before Stevie could. But she didn’t need to know that.

“Hey, Malcolm. You know, I think this is the first time I’ve seen you come to school this early.” She smiled at him and he could’ve melted right there. He shrugged, trying to be nonchalant.

“Decided to try something new, I guess.”

“Well, I hope you stick with it. I’ve missed seeing you in the mornings.”

Malcolm felt like he could’ve died right there. She was missing his presence? They saw each other almost every day, and she still missed him?

“Really?” Malcolm asked. He felt like he had just imagined her response, but was really hoping that he didn’t.

“Of course, Malcolm! I miss the days back in middle school when you, Stevie, and I would hang out before we had to split to our different classes.” And just like that, Malcolm’s mood deflated. Y/n didn’t miss just him, she also missed his best friend, who he was secretly fighting for her attention. 

He shook off the disappointment. He had to stick to his plan.

“Well, speaking of different classes, want me to walk you to yours?” Malcolm felt proud of himself. It sounded so effortless and smooth, yet he was trying not to overthink every second of this interaction too badly. 

“Sure! I was waiting for someone, but I need to get to class early to ask my teacher something and I don’t think they’ll be here in time.” Malcolm tried not to ask who Y/n was waiting for. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that she was letting him walk her to class, step one of his plan.

***

“Hey, Stevie.” Y/n greeted the boy as he rolled his chair over to his assigned spot next to her. When he locked the wheels in place, he turned to her and mirrored the smile she had.

“Hi, Y/n.” When he reached back to grab supplies out of his backpack, he noticeably did a double take at her. “You look… really nice… today.” He acted like he just noticed, but Stevie saw it the second he came into the room. But to be fair, he thought she looked nice every day.

“Oh, thanks! I went to the mall last weekend and kind of splurged.” 

“Well… you have… good taste.” 

“Thank you, Stevie.” Her smile was softer but felt just as bright.

“Sorry I… couldn’t… meet you… this morning… Dad woke up… late.” If he could, Stevie would kick himself for missing her in the morning, even though logically it wasn’t his fault. He had to rely on his dad to drive him unless he wanted to go on the bus or wheel to school. Stevie just hoped he could make it up to Y/n.

“Oh, it’s okay. Malcolm walked me to class.” Y/n didn’t notice the quick flash of annoyance on Stevie’s face at the mention of Malcolm. 

“Really?”

“Yeah. It was kinda weird seeing him this morning. I usually never see him that early in the day.” Y/n pulled a notebook out of her backpack and set it on the desk before looking at Stevie. “But he said he was trying something new, so maybe I’ll be seeing more of him again.”

“Maybe,” Stevie whispered. He couldn’t believe that Malcolm would swoop in on Y/n when Stevie was supposed to walk her to class. Stevie had to think of something. “Wanna get… lunch… together?”

Y/n was about to answer when the bell rang, cutting her off. The teacher started talking but Stevie couldn’t pay attention, still waiting for her answer. When the teacher turned around to write something on the board, Y/n smiled at Stevie and nodded.

Perfect.

***

Lunch couldn’t come quickly enough. Stevie made his way to the quad and tried spotting Y/n. It was a simple task. He could pick the girl out in a crowded place any day. When he found her, he started moving towards her. But something stopped him.

Malcolm had also spotted Y/n and then noticed Stevie. The two boys glared at each other, and the race was on. It started slowly, a leisurely walk and roll, to not draw too much attention to themselves. But then they sped up and kept getting faster until they finally stopped at Y/n’s table. She looked up, startled, but the confusion left her face when she recognized who was in front of her.

“Hey, Malcolm! Hey, Stevie!” She turned to each boy when acknowledging him.

“Hi, Y/n.” They said in unison, glaring at each other before sitting down. Y/n didn’t seem to notice.

“I didn’t know… Malcolm… would be… joining us,” Stevie commented as he pulled out his lunch box. Before Y/n could respond, Malcolm dropped his backpack on the table and yanked out his paper bag of food.

“She asked me before third period.” He stared Stevie down. “Is that a problem, Stevie?”

“Not at all.”

“Are you guys okay?” Y/n asked, eyes darting between the two. “You guys are acting kind of weird. Well, weirder than usual.”

“We’re fine.” They both responded shortly. Y/n nodded, not convinced but not feeling like delving deeper into the boys’ behavior. The three friends ate, silence and tension thick. After a few minutes, Malcolm decided to make a move.

“So, Y/n, are you doing anything tonight?” Stevie glared at Malcolm, but he and Y/n didn’t notice. Malcolm was focused on Y/n, who was trying to recall any plans she had.

“Nothing, I think. Why?”

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out after school.” Malcolm shrugged as if he had just spontaneously thought of it. “I think I heard about this movie that just came out.” When he got home after his talk with Stevie, Malcolm scoured the internet and newspaper for different things that would peak Y/n’s interest.

“Oh, yeah! I think I know what movie you’re talking about. I’d love to go with you, Malcolm.”

“Great!” He felt so accomplished and smug, the way he did when he won an award for academic achievement. Stevie wanted to wipe that look off his face.

“Oh my gosh, we’re so rude.” Y/n gasped, turning to face Stevie. “I can’t believe we just made plans in front of you, Stevie. Do you wanna come with us?” With anyone else, Stevie would’ve rolled his eyes, feeling like the invitation was just out of pity. But he knew that Y/n was genuinely guilty about excluding him from something.

So it killed him when he turned her offer down.

“No, thanks… But you two… have fun.” He knew that if he came with Y/n and Malcolm, Malcolm would get nowhere with her. But at the same time, neither would he. So he had to restrain himself from trying to sabotage Malcolm’s time with her and make her time with him special and more memorable. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah… we can… hang out… another time.”

Malcolm was surprised. He thought that Stevie would have jumped at the opportunity to spend time with Y/n. But he wasn’t going to complain about getting some alone time with her. When he thought about it, it was fair for each of them to have their own time with Y/n to try to win her over.

“How about tomorrow?”

“Perfect.”

***

Malcolm felt like he was blessed by God himself. His mom let him take the car to school and said that as long as he went to the store before coming home at a reasonable time, he could go wherever he wanted. He considered the possibility that maybe Lois was high on something, but he decided not to question it.

Y/n was in the passenger seat, quietly singing along to the radio and bobbing her head to the beat. He wasn’t even dating her, and he was wondering how he got so lucky.

“We’re here.” He announced as he parked the car in the movie theater parking lot. They got out and went inside. Malcolm made sure to hold the door open for her. While in line, the two debated what they wanted for food. When they decided, it was suddenly their turn to go up to the counter. Malcolm gave the worker the movie title and their food order, and paid before Y/n could reach for her wallet.

“Malcolm, you didn’t have to do that.” She groaned as he put his wallet back in his pocket.

“It’s fine, Y/n, really.”

“At least let me pay you back half.” She insisted, trying to put the money in his hand. He shook his head, just as stubborn.

“Y/n, I’m serious, it’s okay.” Knowing he wouldn’t budge, Y/n sighed and put the money back in her pocket.

“Fine.” she said, grabbing the big bucket of popcorn as Malcolm grabbed their drink (they decided it would be cheaper to share a large than each getting their own drink). It was Y/n’s favorite drink. It wouldn’t have been Malcolm’s first choice if the drink was just for himself, but he was okay with drinking it. “But I’m paying next time.” Malcolm lit up.

“So there’s a next time?” He asked, letting her pick where they were going to sit in the theater. They sat directly in the middle.

“Of course!” Feeling more than content, Malcolm settled into his seat with a smile and they watched the previews. More people started to fill the theater. “Is that Stevie?”

They had to squint. The room was dark, and they were high up, but yes. Stevie Kenarban had wheeled his way into the theater, parking himself in one of the handicapped sections on the ground floor. 

“Wanna go sit with him, Malcolm?” Y/n asked, already starting to get up.

“Sure!” He acted excited, but Malcolm was livid. What happened to hanging out with her another day?

After squeezing their way through the aisle and down the stairs, the two ended up next to Stevie.

“Hi, Stevie!” The boy looked surprised when he saw the two.

“Hey, guys.” Just before Y/n was going to sit down in the seat next to Stevie, Malcolm took it. It was bad enough that Stevie was here, but there was no way Malcolm was gonna have Y/n sit between the two of them. Y/n didn’t mind, sitting in the seat next to Malcolm.

“What are you doing here?” Y/n asked quietly, previews about to end.

“Yeah, Stevie, I thought you weren’t gonna come,” Malcolm added on, a bit of venom in his tone.

“Dad says… I should… get out more.” Stevie shrugged before eating a handful of his popcorn. In reality, it took a bit of convincing to get Stevie’s dad to drive him to the movie theater. He had originally thought that it was okay for each boy to have time to themselves with Y/n.

But after thinking about what Malcolm would try to get up to, he didn’t care anymore.

The movie cut their conversation short. Stevie rolled his eyes every time he saw Malcolm and Y/n share their drink or bump hands while reaching for the popcorn. But then, the unthinkable happened. Malcolm pulled the cliche, yawning and stretching even though it was 4 pm, before laying his arm on the back of Y/n’s seat. Even worse, she didn’t mind. When Malcolm’s arm slipped off the seat and onto her shoulders, she smiled.

Stevie was livid.

***

“It’s nice out today,” Y/n said as she basked in the sun’s warmth. She and Stevie decided to study together for a test they had coming up and Stevie suggested the park. They grabbed some lunch and sat at her favorite park table, now flipping through books and writing down notes.

“Yeah… it is.” Stevie agreed, his focus more on Y/n than the textbook in front of him. He already knew everything he needed to know about this subject, but he enjoyed studying with Y/n. Her notes were organized, and she made clever jokes about whatever she was reading. Plus, he could never complain about the view that was in front of him right now.

“What did you get for number five?” She asked, looking at the study guide the teacher had provided them. Stevie glanced down at his packet.

“Number five?” He asked for confirmation. When she nodded, looked at his answer. “I got-“

“Oh! Hey guys!” A voice sounded a few feet from the table. The two looked up to see Malcolm. Y/n looked delighted by the surprise, Stevie on the other hand looked less than thrilled.

“What are you doing here, Malcolm?” Y/n asked with a smile.

“Yeah… What are… you doing… here?” Stevie asked with annoyance. Malcolm shrugged as if he had just popped up in the park. 

“Oh, just wanted some fresh air. Get out of the house for a bit.” He walked over and sat next to Y/n, who made room for him on the bench. “What are you guys working on?”

“We have a test next week, so we decided to study,” Y/n answered, looking through her textbook to try to find her answer to number five. Malcolm peeked over her shoulder at the question and then pointed to the answer in the book. “Oh! Thanks, Malcolm.”

“We have… a lot… of work… to do… So maybe-” Stevie started to say, trying to get Malcolm out of here as fast as possible. But Y/n, seeming to misread his tone, cut him off.

“Do you think you could help us study, Malcolm?” Stevie sighed. He knew that even if he wanted to, Malcolm would never be able to say no to those eyes.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna intrude.” He smiled politely, but Stevie saw through the act. 

“Actually-“ Again, he was cut off.

“Of course! You could quiz us and stuff. You don’t mind, do you, Stevie?” Even though he wanted to, Stevie couldn’t say no to her.

“The more… the merrier.”

“Awesome! I’ll be right back.” Y/n stood up, gathering all the trash from her and Stevie’s lunch. “Gonna go throw this away.” The boys watched as she walked off to a trash can. When she was out of earshot, they turned to each other.

“Why… are you… here?” Stevie asked, anger seeping into his tone.

“I could’ve asked you the same thing the other day,” Malcolm responded. “I thought we agreed to let the best man win, fair and square.”

“And I thought… ‘screw that.’” 

Malcolm groaned, letting his head fall into his hands. He slowly looked up.

“Neither of us will get anywhere if we keep acting like this,” He sighed. “We gotta ask her.”

“Ask her… what?”

“Yeah, ask me what?” The boys jumped in their seats, startled. Y/n sat back down in her spot, looking at her friends as she waited for an answer.

“Uhhhh…” Stevie trailed off, trying to think of something. Luckily, Malcolm was always a quick thinker.

“We were just wondering… Do you have any plans next week?”

“I don’t think so. Why?”

“Well, there’s this restaurant that I think you’d like.”

“And there’s an… arboretum… that just opened.”

“Aw, like a group friend date?” Malcolm and Stevie had to suppress their groans. They couldn’t tell if Y/n was messing with them or if she was actually oblivious to what they were hinting at.

“Something like that.”

***

“It’s kinda sad Malcolm didn’t show up. This place is beautiful.” Y/n said as she and Stevie walked around the arboretum. The sunlight shined through the tree branches, making it seem like they were glowing.

“At least… we can… enjoy it,” Stevie said, watching Y/n as she walked down the concrete path, the sun hitting her just right, making her look angelic.

“You know, these last two weeks have been so great. I miss hanging out with you all the time.” Y/n stopped under some shade, Stevie following suit. 

“Me too,” Stevie said excitedly.

“I don’t know what changed. But whatever did, I’m glad it happened. You and Malcolm are so fun to be around.” Stevie wished so badly that he didn’t hear his friend’s name. Y/n checked her watch. “Oh, gosh. Speaking of Malcolm, I gotta make sure I’m not late to that restaurant. Want me to walk you to your dad’s car?”

Stevie’s heart sank.

“Sure.”

They made their way towards the entrance of the arboretum. Stevie wished that he could’ve had Y/n all to himself today, but that’s not what he and Malcolm agreed on. After a few months of yearning and a few weeks of fighting over Y/n, the two made an agreement. Today was the last day for them to confess their feelings to her. 

And Stevie was about to miss his chance. Every time he tried to bring it up, he chickened out. 

“Well… this… is me,” Stevie said as they stopped next to Stevie’s dad’s car. “Are you sure… you don’t want… a ride?”

“I’m sure, Stevie. It’s not that far of a walk. But you’re sweet for asking.” Without a warning, Y/n leaned down and kissed Stevie’s cheek. When she stood up straight, she waved at Stevie’s dad before looking back at her friend. “I’ll see you around, Stevie.” She turned around and started to walk away.

“Y/n!” Stevie blurted out suddenly. She whipped around.

“Yeah, Stevie?” This was his last chance. All he had to do was say a few words.

“Have a… good time.”

***

“I hope you didn’t have to wait too long,” Y/n said as she plopped down in the booth across from Malcolm. She noticed that he ordered her favorite drink and an appetizer for her. How sweet. “Walk took a little longer than expected.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t wait too long.” Malcolm started fiddling around with the straw that was in his drink. He couldn’t stop wondering about what Stevie had said to her on their little outing. “How was the arboretum?”

“It was so beautiful. You should’ve been there, Malcolm.”

“Wish I was.”

“Enough about me.” Y/n took a sip of her drink. “What were you up to today?”

‘Thinking of you and hoping to whatever’s out there that Stevie didn’t say what I wanna say to you.’ He thought.

“Oh, nothing much.” He said instead. “Honestly, I was looking forward to this the whole day. I really like hanging out with you, Y/n.”

“Aw, I really like hanging out with you too, Malcolm.”

This must be a sign. Right? Why would you really like being around someone unless you like them to some degree? But did she mean it in a friendly way like Malcolm should have meant, or did she mean it in a more than friendly way like Malcolm did mean?

Malcolm was starting to think that Stevie was right about him obsessing.

“So, what are you gonna have?” the question pulled Malcolm out of his thoughts, but that only made him have different thoughts. Malcolm had actually gotten to the restaurant before Y/n on purpose to talk to the waiter. After he and Stevie realized they both liked Y/n, Hal found out. And being the hands-on man he was when it came to his sons’ love lives, he decided to help Malcolm out. Malcolm didn’t take all of his dad’s suggestions, but there was one that stuck with him.

Whatever Y/n ordered, Malcolm told the server to stick a note that he had given him to the side of her plate. It was a note explaining how he felt about her. He knew that if he tried saying it, he would just chicken out. So the note ensured that she would know of his feelings.

But now that she was so close to finding the note, he was starting to feel sick.

“Uhhhh, I don’t know. I’ll probably figure it out before the server comes.” But very soon, the waiter came. Malcolm just picked the first appealing thing he saw on the menu, not that he was feeling very picky. Then Y/n ordered, and the waiter left, leaving the two to themselves.

“Can I ask you something?” Y/n asked, taking a bite of the appetizer Malcolm had ordered.

“Sure,” Malcolm said nervously, though he tried not to show it.

“Is there a reason why you and Stevie have been wanting to hang out with me so much lately? I mean, I don’t mind, but it kinda seemed out of the blue. I don’t know, maybe I’m just imagining it.”

“You’re not.” Malcolm cut off what was about to become a ramble. Y/n looked up, somewhat confused.

“I’m not?”

“No.” Malcolm took a deep breath. Looks like he wouldn’t be needing that note after all. “Y/n, the truth is-”

“Here you go.” The server had come back with their food, faster than usual, the two noted. He set the dishes down in front of them and after making sure they didn’t need anything else, made his way to leave. “Enjoy.” The two were now alone again, but with more tension than when the waiter had come. Malcolm was about to tell Y/n that he liked her and Y/n was waiting to find out what had been up with him and Stevie the past few weeks. But no one wanted to speak first.

Y/n grabbed her plate and pulled it closer to her. Malcolm saw confusion cross her face as she felt for something on the underside of the plate. Malcolm’s eyes widened. She was about to find the note.

“That’s weird.” Y/n pulled it off of the dish and looked at the piece of paper. She flipped the paper for Malcolm to see. He looked at her name, which was written in his nicest handwriting. Which she recognized. “Did you do this?”

She knew the answer, but she wanted to hear him say it.

“Yeah…” She smiled, unfolding the note, and started to read it. Malcolm was terrified as he watched her. He didn’t think this far ahead. What if she rejected him? What if she left, leaving him to wallow in despair knowing that he blew it, his only chance? What if Stevie had told her how he felt, and now she’d have to let him down easy? He should’ve never listened to his dad. His dad finding his mom must have been an outlier, and he and his brothers were doomed to be unhappy and loveless. He would never find that antidote that Hal told him and his brothers about, that balanced out the insanity that was the Wilkerson boys’ hormones.

“Malcolm…” She sighed. Oh God, this was it. She was going to reject him, leave, and he’d never see him again. “This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“What?” That was not the response Malcolm was expecting. It was the one he had hoped for, but he didn’t think it would happen. “Really?”

“Yes!” She kept staring at the note, reading the lines over and over as if she was trying to engrave it in her brain. “It’s so beautiful. I love it.”

Malcolm let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“You do?”

“Yeah.” She slid out of the booth. She walked to his side and sat down next to Malcolm. “Were you telling the truth? Do you really like me?”

He nodded. He knew that if he said anything now, it would turn into an out-pour of words and would never stop.

“Thank God.” Note still in hand, Y/n grabbed Malcolm’s face and pulled him towards her in a long, sensual kiss. They knew that they were still in public, but they didn’t care. They were finally doing what they had wanted to do for so long.

Malcolm felt bad for Stevie. He’d never be able to experience this with Y/n, because she chose Malcolm. He knew he’d get over it someday and they’d still be best friends. But right now, Malcolm was focused on a more pressing matter. He pulled away from Y/n, somewhat reluctantly.

“Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Of course, Malcolm.”

Overfilled with joy, Malcolm kissed her again. And again. And again.

#malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader #malcolm wilkerson x reader #malcolm wilkerson #agaypanic

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TDA FANCASTS / FACECLAIMS (repost)

I’ve decided to add to the noise with my own content because at this point I’ve seen Froy Gutierrez and Timothee Chalamet fancast for just about every single male TSC character and I think we all deserve some variety. This will probably be followed up with posts for the other series in the near future. I’ve tried my hardest to find people as close as possible to my headcanons, but I feel like 95% of Cassie Jeans art still does the best job at representing what I picture these characters to look like in my head. Feel free to agree or disagree and let me know what your fav faceclaims are 🤗

Emma Carstairs - Bridget Satterlee (it’s not perfect and personally I still imagine Emma with sharper features, but at least she’s got the brown eyes and Emma vibes)

Julian Blackthorn - Darwin Gray (again pretty much the best I could find, idk why Jules and Emma are so hard to get right)

Cristina Rosales - Natalia Castellar Calvani

Mark Blackthorn - (Young) Gerhard Freidl (look I even added the golden eye😌, he’s def one of my faves with the soft and ethereal vibe he’s got going on)

Ty Blackthorn - (Young) Asa Butterfield (Ty was so damn hard to find, and he def wouldn’t work for grown up Ty in my opinion)

Livvy Blackthorn - (Young) Amalia Zadro (she’s literally so perfect I can’t)

Kit Herondale - Griffin Mark (sorry for the picture quality, he’s a tiktoker and I couldn’t find anything better, but LORD does he look like young Kit)

Dru Blackthorn - (Young!) India Eisley

Tavvy Blackthorn - Random kid I found here

Arthur Blackthorn - Jude Law (just picture him with glasses chilling in an a dusty attic)

Diana Wrayburn - Lehlogonolo Machaba (she’s a South African trans model, I know this is literally just fancasts but I thought it would be nice for proper representation anyways, plus she’s giving off the biggest Diana vibes)

Kieran Kingson - I’m so sorry I can’t find the original image source 😭

Gwyn ap Nudd - Ed Skrein

Annabel Blackthorn - Esme Creed-Miles

Diego Rocío Rosales - Jorge Antonio Guerrero (he def looks too old but otherwise fits well enough)

Jaime Rocío Rosales - Jacobo Cuesta

Manuel Villalobos - Zak Henri

Zara Dearborn - Iris Law (yes the eye colour is off but look at her she’s got just the right energy)

The Unseelie King - Rogier Bosschaart

Prince Adaon - Davidson Obennebo

Divya Joshi - (Young) Shriya Saran

Rayan Madabuchi - Ronald Epps

Anush Joshi - (Young) Jeenu Mahadevan

Ash Morgenstern - (Young) Lucky Blue Smith

Lady Nene - Pauline Darley

Horace Dearborn - Woody Harrelson

If you’re wondering where Malcom, Helen and co. are: they’ll be in extra posts with all the characters who are kind of all over the place. As for Johnny Rook, I just didn’t have the patience anymore…

Bonus gifs: Cristina looking pretty + laughing about something Emma said off camera while they’re being girlies together having a photoshoot

#the dark artifices #fancast #faceclaim #Emma carstairs #Julian blackthorn #Cristina rosales #mark blackthorn #ty blackthorn #livvy blackthorn #kit herondale #dru blackthorn #tavvy blackthorn #Arthur blackthorn #Diana wrayburn #kieran kingson #Gwyn ap nudd #Annabel blackthorn #Diego rosales #jaime rosales #zara dearborn #Manuel villalobos #unseelie king #prince adaon #divya joshi #rayan madabuchi #anush joshi #ash morgenstern #lady nene #Horace dearborn #the shadowhunter chronicles

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Order #4: Kisaragi Clients.

Welcome to Canzanilla Cafe, can I take your ooooorder~?

Huh?

Oh!

Ah!

Oop! I detect controversy! What’s going on?

N-No problem Maya. Just a little surprised to see our guests here today.

Yes, I’m equally as surprised to see you, Mr Kurafto. Of all people I expected to be taking our order today, I didn’t expect it would be you.

But it’s certainly not an unwelcome surprise. Good to see you pardner!

Good to see you too Otori. Still grateful for what you did for us back during the Fugitive incident.

Yeah...about that...Sorry if it’s insensitive o’ me to ask, but...How have you and Makoto Naegi been since then?

I’m fine...relatively...Boss still hasn’t really recovered but...we’re doing what we can for him?

Something tells me that I shouldn’t pry, but I REALLY want to.

It’s personal...I’ll tell you later.

Ok, well...Who might the two of you be? I don’t think I’ve seen you around the place. Do you work in a special department or something?

No, that’s not it. This is Teruya Otori, and this is Rei Mekaru. They work for the Kisaragi Foundation.

Kisaragi...?

The Kisaragi Foundation are their own separate organization, but they do similar work to the Future Foundation that involves them hunting down criminals and rescuing people in danger.

The main difference between our two groups is that the Kisaragi Foundation are a little more...heavy handed. They don’t have the same code of honor as the Future Foundation, and they’ll achieve their goals through whatever means they deem necessary.

Huh...So, Future Foundation is like Martin Luther King, while the Kisaragi Foundation are like Malcom X?

Good analogy, but there is more to it than that.

Huh...

What’s wrong?

Just thinking Kuripa.

You’ve always besmirched the Future Foundation’s policy, but the Kisaragi’s sound like they’d let you get away with that. Why don’t you work for them instead?

Well, there is a few reasons. Even if my methods are deemed necessary and allowed, there’s a limit to what I they can do for me.

Also, the chairman of the Kisaragi Foundation, Tsurugi Kinjo...He and I get along like two wankers who support different football clubs.

Plus...Kisaragi Foundation doesn’t have Makoto Naegi.

Aaaww.

That’s not important right now. Sorry for our rudeness, I just wasn’t expecting to see you two here today.

The feeling is mutual. We came here for a meeting with the chairwoman. I wasn’t expecting we would encounter you, or a place like this.

Hey! What do you mean “a place like this?” It’s a café, have you never seen one before?

I know what a café is...

Come on Rei, don’t act like that. It’s disrespectful to the bartender.

With that said, sorry, no pressure or anything, but these drinks had BETTER be good.

No pressure indeed. What’s got you so uptight?

Ah...It’s just...can you imagine how difficult it was for me to keep Rei from running back to her desk!?

We come all the way out here, and as soon as we finish our consultation, she wants to jump right back to working.

What? But it’s Christmas! You deserve a break!

Exactly! And look at her! We’ve only been here for a couple of minutes and worry is already written all over her face!

*sigh* Teruya...

Well, Future Foundation have told me that they’re relatively busy around this time of year. The reason Kuripa’s working at this place with me is because there are minimal competent people they can spare. I’d imagine the Kisaragi Foundation also have a lot to handle.

Yeah. Plus, given that Rei here is second in command of the whole establishment, it’s only natural that she has a lot on her plate.

Still, I agree with Otori. You deserve a holiday just as much as anyone.

And you’re already here anyway, so why don’t you let us mix a couple of drinks for you? It’ll make you feel a lot better.

Think of it as a way to unwind.

Thanks...Seriously though, Rei is probably the only person I know who needs to LEARN how to relax.

Anywho, if we’re orderin’ whip me up a large latte with extra cream and extra sugar please!

Why am I not surprised?

Don’t judge me~

And how about you Ms Mekaru? What are you in the mood for?

Coffee please. No milk, no sugar, medium please.

Well that’s...mundane.

Yeah, can’t you have a little more creativity?

You drink that boring old coffee all the time as well. Wouldn’t you at least TRY something else?

Tch...You three should start a band called Green Hair and Bad Attitude.

Well sorry for looking out for you!

I know, I appreciate it, really. But I really do just want a regular coffee. I need a boost of caffeine tonight.

Fine, I’ll get right on that for the both of you. 

*A few minutes pass and Maya brews both Teruya’s latte and Rei’s coffee. She brings the tray back to them and places it down on the table.

Here you go. Boring coffee and diabetes latte, at your service.

Those can be our stage names for Green Hair and Bad Attitude.

Are you actually going to start that band!?

*Rei takes a careful sip of her coffee, while Teruya takes a big gulp of his latte. The latter licks the cream off his lips and smiles.

Aah! The perfect amount of sweetness. You have my seal of approval.

Arf Arf Arf!

Oh for goodness sake, you’re SO LAME!

I have to agree. This is a well made coffee. Strong, rich and bitter at the same time, all of them balancing just right.

I’m glad you both liked your drinks.

...Yeah...Thanks...

Something wrong ma’am?

No, it’s fine. I’ve just...been giving what you said to me earlier some thought.

Oh?

I’ve been...reflecting on my weaknesses lately. There’s still a lot of areas that I can improve upon.

It’s been stressing me out and...I’m worried that stress has been rubbing onto the rest of you as well. For that, I am sorry.

All: Uuuuuuuuuggggh...

Wh-What!?

Sorry Rei. It’s just...I STILL don’t think you understand what Teruya meant.

Huh?

See? He gets it~

Rei. It’s Christmas, and you’ve been working yourself down to the bone these last couple of months. You’ve even been sleeping in the office lately!

In a way, you’re right. Your stress is getting to me, but it’s not rubbin’ off on me. I’m just WORRIED about you, so I thought I’d take you out for some drinks after today’s meeting.

But even though we’re here, yer STILL thinkin’ about work! My feelin’s are gon’ go from concern to panic in a sec!

I think we’re already there. Your dialect is going nuts dude.

Oh! Sorry...

*Teruya composes himself.

My POINT is...If you’re constantly under stress like this, it’s only a matter of time before you burn out and collapse. Then what the hell are we gonna do?

Exactly. You clearly know just how much the Kisaragi Foundation relies on you. Tsurugi may be the chief, but I don’t think he could truly run the organization by himself. If you go down, what’s gonna happen to everyone else?

I...didn’t think of it like that...

You know, I was raised by my grandparents in Italy. They were old farts but...I knew they still cared about me.

I was a pretty hyperactive kid, and I was always leaping into problems without a plan...To be honest, I still do that. But, mi nonna had a saying she would always repeat to me when things got rough.

“Disconnettersi per riconnettersi”

Disconnect...to reconnect...?

Exactly.

I’m not one to sit around and do nothing, but if you work hard and play hard, you gotta rest just as hard. And YOU lady, need more rest than you think you do.

I...I see...

You get it now?

Yes, I understand. And on that note, I must apologize.

It was...Maya, right? I apologize if it seemed like I was disrespecting your establishment earlier.

I didn’t really understand the appeal of places like cafe’s or bars before now. Now I know better. You’ve created a place that serves as a refreshment for both the body and the mind. Thank you for opening my eyes.

Aw, you’re making me blush.

Heh...The thought of the Ultimate Professor needing to be taught something is funny to think about.

I have always had a habit of putting work above everything else, so I never really understood why it was that people would go out to bars during weekends or after work. So this is why you and Setsuka enjoy such places?

Well, yeah...and nah. It really comes down to who’s behind the counter.

Speakin’ o’ which, I gotta give you guys my thanks. Wouldn’t’ve been able to change Rei’s mind without ya’ll. Here, I’ll leave you a tip.

Don’t mention it.

Buon Natale Kisaragi Foundation!

*Teruya leaves a big tip, as he and Rei make their exit.

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #hyper danganronpa h2o #hdrh2o #oc #danganronpa another 2 #sdra2 #maya canzanilla #kuripa kurafto #teruya otori #rei mekaru #canzanilla cafe arc

[claudia-kishi]

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#prodigal son #prodigalsonedit #rjs*: new #dani powell #malcom bright #i mostly made this just bc she was so darn cute here i could not resist #also hi fandom for the first time ever #anyways! yes malcom i agree #her smile at the end was <3 <3 <3 ilybb

[wenellyb]

Hey, I wanted to get your opinion on something

I've seen a lot of people hate on Malcolm Spellman for mistreating Sam and Bucky in CAATWS and so they aren't looking forward to Cap 4.

But I really enjoyed CAATWS, and don't really remember them mistreating either character.

Sure, Sam's trauma could have been dealt with a bit more (I really wish they did), but a lot of his trauma (Riley, military, etc) wasn't relevant to his arc in the show, so it might have felt out of place in terms of storytelling. I think the show did talk a little about his trauma as a black man in America, and of losing his parents, both of which were relevant to the plot. They could have gone more in depth, but I don't think that warrants so much hate for Malcolm Spellman. I hope to see a more in-depth delve into Sam's trauma in Cap 4.

But anyway, those are just my thoughts. What do you think?

Hi Anon!!!

Thank you for this ask, it's really interesting and I think I tend to agree with you..?

I apologize in advance, because this might be long, I'll try to make it short but I don't promise anything.

I have written about this before, but I have no problem with the way Sam was written in the show, I've loved Sam since first seeing Civil War and in the FATWS I felt like I really got to know him, instead of getting glimpses of him in other Avengers movie.

The way I see it, a lot of people on this site seem to think that there is one and only one correct take about a movie or a show, when in fact it's only an opinion, and of course depending on your expectations, personality and tastes, you will have different opinions.

I agree with you and I don't think that Sam's character was mistreated. I've also read that a lot of people felt like Sam wasn't the lead character in the first few episodes, and I didn't see it at all. If anything, the fandom were making a lot of the episodes about other characters rather than Sam: Bucky, Zemo even Walker, but the problem was the fandom, not the show itself. If you watch the show, you can clearly tell the show is about Sam Wilson as the lead character, and Bucky as his partner.

I don't think Bucky's character was mistreated either, but I can understand the problem some people had with the was his therapist turned some of her sentences. Because to me it's clear that Bucky has never been responsible for anything he did as the Winter Soldier.

And also Bucky was kind of a jerk at the beginning of the show, but I didn't feel like it was bad writing, because then it came full circle in ep 5. It was just a story they told, and if you ask me, I saw Bucky growing, and learning from his mistakes. Not being mistreated. But I can understand that some people didn't see it that way.

I have read great analyses explaining what was wrong with the way Sam was written, and they're great, really interesting and eye opening, but it's a feeling I just don't share.

My only beef with Malcom Spellman was his decision to kill off Lemar Hoskins, as someone who grew up watching movies where they killed of the Black character first for absolutely no reason, as if there were just. expendable., it was really disgusting for me to watch Lemar being killed off, not because it would have been a great storyline but just because they needed a reason to show Walker's descent to madness (spoiler alert: they didn't need to kill Lemar for that). Worst part is that Spellman knew exactly what he was doing but decided to do it anyway (I'll link the intrview where he talks about it if I find it).

So yeah, I'm not a big fan of Spellman either, but for different reasons. Non Sam-related reasons.

Would have I loved to see more of Sam and his personality, and his background and flashbacks? YES. Would I have liked to see more of Sam dealing with his trauma, and painful moments? Not really.

I wouldn't have complained, and I wouldn't have minded, I even think those scenes would have been powerful, but it's not something I felt was missing or was even needed.

I had been the writer of the show, I wouldn't have changed a single thing, except I would have never killed Lemar (that was bad writing imo).

I loved how the show was written, I loved that we got a show dealing with racism the way no other MCU show/or project has done before, not even Black Panther, I loved that we discovered the heartbreaking story of Isaiah that just felt so realistic, because that was what would have happened if a Black Super Soldier had existed, and it actually has happened, but we got to see a light at the end of the tunnel. I loved how they built up Sam's journey to becoming Captain America, showed his internal struggle and then gave us a reveal in the most glorius ways. I loved episode 6. I looved everything about the show.

Was it perfect? No, they could have wrapped up the story about the flagsmashers better, there were some scenes missing. Was it perfect to me? A hundred times yes!

Because at the end of the day this is fiction, and I love my fictional stories to have satisfying endings, because we don't get those in "real life". But I can understand that other people have different expectations about their fictional characters. We don't have to all feel the same way about everything.

I don't know how to explain this but I feel like a lot of people on Tumblr are set on this idea that shows/movies should focus on a character's trauma. I'm not against it, and I can understand that people wanted to see more of that side from Sam, but I personally didn't.

And even if I did, the way Sam was portrayed felt really realistic to me, a lot of Black men deal with trauma the way Sam does, keeping everything inside and tying to put up a front. The fact that we didn't see tears or anything doesn't mean that we didn't get to see Sam's feelings, struggles or emotions, because we did.

Saying that Sam was portrayed badly in the show, is not an objective statement. It's an opinion. It's not wrong, but it's an opinion.

You're allowed to like the way the show dealt with his character and you're allowed to hate it too, it's all good.

I personally don't watch MCU movies, to see my favorite characters go through painful moments and relive their trauma. I do want to know more about them, their background, their history, and personality, and I hope we'll see more of it for Sam, but that's it.

My answer is all over the place, but in short, I personnally don't think there was anything wrong with the way Spellman wrote Sam, even though I understand why some people did, but I still don't like it how he killed off Lemar Hoskins and his flimsy justification, so I'm cautious about him too. But I'll give him the benefit of the doubt for Cap 4.

#sam wilson #anthony mackie #malcom spellman #anon asks #tfatws #I would have added more Sarah scene too!!! #I hope this is clear

[softisdangerous]

Excerpt from Chap 17 of Call of the Blood

Eric’s POV - Thursday July 16th & Friday, July 17th, 2009

I closed the bar for the night. Interrogating the drainers had been useless, and their screams were both irritating and loud, but at least Chow enjoyed his work. Pam had been telling me for months that it was time to adjust our styling again, to keep up with the times and that my long hair was getting to the point of ridiculous. I did not like to change my hair, but I was inclined to let her pamper me a bit. I had been short tempered with her, nearly biting her head off at every question she asked me. My ill-temper was only exacerbated by the fact that I was ridiculously thirsty, and the only thing that sounded remotely appetizing to me was Jane’s fresh blood.

But I wasn’t about to put her at risk again. No, I lacked the control to drink from her right now. It was nearly unthinkable that after a thousand years I still couldn’t master all of my bloodlust, but I wasn’t too proud to admit it, if only to myself. It did have me questioning what made Jane so unique. I was beginning to wonder if she was all human, or if she had some latent ancestry that made her blood addictive, and made the drinker…what? What effect did she have on me? Insanity? Obsession?

Love?

I squashed that thought quickly. No, she was just unique and Godric was missing.

Pam was putting foul chemicals on my head and idly explaining what she was doing, but I wasn’t focusing on her words. I was still attempting to think. Godric missing? He would have told me where he was. He had always informed me when he was leaving, even if he knew that I wouldn’t be pleased by his departure. How could he be missing? The drainers had no methods that Godric wouldn’t have been able to overcome. He was too old, too powerful for drainers to have taken him. And based on the conversation of prisoners downstairs, I doubted there was nothing these racists could do that Godric wouldn’t simply be able to bat away. That wouldn’t stop me from questioning him, most vigorously.

I despised the newest addition to the prison in the basement. Royce Allen Williams. It constantly talked, finally admitting shame for past actions, only now, when confronted with imminent demise. I knew these weak types. If released, he would return exactly to his old ways, claim it was an act of God and continue on with dishonorable acts. My teeth were already on edge and then when it discussed escaping… I couldn’t control my rage.

Pam sighed loudly when she heard its plans to escape.

“Don’t fuck up your hair,” she demanded as I stood to go collect it.

“I won’t Pam, I’ll bring it up, let Chow do the dirty work, and then he can put the rat back in it’s cage.”

She huffed, but didn’t stop me.

I strolled down to the basement silently.

“I got a plan. I'm busting us out,” the racist claimed.

“Don't be an idiot,” the V dealer advised wisely.

“I'll come back for you. Promise,” the man claimed. I made some noise so they would know I was coming. I heard their heart rates jump and it was almost enough to make me smile. I hummed softly to myself.

“Shh, Shut up.”

“Shushing won't do you any good, Sweetheart. We hear everything. Since you made me come all the way down here, I'm gonna take out some of the garbage,” I told them as I removed the cape that Pam had placed on me to prevent the chemicals in my hair from staining my clothes. I knelt down in front of the pathetic piece of trash that had burned Malcom, Liam, and Diane’s nest to the ground. “Royce Allen Williams, we have a few questions for you, with regard to a fire which killed three of our kind.” I stared him down.

“No fucking way, man. I don't know anything,” he said, pretending to not be afraid, but I could hear his heart pounding.

“Crimes against vampires are on the rise. We even lost a Sheriff just days ago. We seek answers.” I unchained him and pushed him forward and then, most surprisingly, he turned and struck me across the face.

He screamed at me, “Die, you dead fucker!”

I was furious when I felt the burn of silver against my face, how had I not noticed? The stench of human filth was disgusting and overwhelming. One more reason to not chain prisoners this way; it was impossible to scent silver through the odor.

That silver burn against my skin… it amplified all the emotions I had been trying to resist. My fear, my rage, my bloodlust. It all came pouring forth.

I eviscerated him where he stood, drinking his filthy blood and pulling off several of his limbs. It was, in no way, satisfying. I felt worse than before, still thirsty, and more on edge than ever. I tossed an arm away, and it accidentally splattered against the final prisoner, the V dealer, Lafayette Reynolds.

“If you have any silver on you, now would be the time to reveal it,” I told him.

From his hiding spot behind a post he called out, “No way. I ain't that stupid.”

“Yes, you are,” I replied. And then I noticed how much blood I had on my hands. I went to wipe my mouth and realized I had splattered it all over. “Is there blood in my hair?” I asked the man.

“What?” he responded. Was he an idiot or just hard of hearing?

“Is there blood in my hair?” I asked him again, louder.

“I..I don't know, I can't see in this light,” he stuttered out.

I zoomed over to him.

“How about now?” I asked, looking into his deep eyes.

“Yeah, there's a little bit of blood there,” he stammered, his heart pounded deliciously. At least he was honest. I wished I could scent him more, but all I could smell was the blood of the racist and the foul scent of human waste.

“Well this is bad. Pam is gonna kill me,” I realized out to loud to him.

“Who the fuck is Pam?” he asked and I found it amusing that he had so quickly forgotten his place.

“Why, do you wanna meet her?” I asked, toying with him.

“No. No. I'm good,” he replied, and I found his mock confidence charming.

“Well, you're going to,” I told him as I unchained him.

“Where are you taking me?” he asked as I held him by the back of the neck and pushed him forward.

“To find out what you know,” I explained, kicking the remaining bits of the racist out of the way. “I wouldn't try anything rash if I were you. I'm still hungry.”

I brought him up to the office where Pam and Chow were waiting, I pushed him into the chair opposite the desk as Pam started berating me.

“What the fuck, Eric!” she snapped. “You’ve ruined your hair!”

She had already been upset with me, and now this?

“I’m sorry Pam, it was not my intention,” I told her with a sigh, I didn’t often apologize to her, but it was called for.

I sat on the stool, she put a fresh cape on me, and then she began to assess the damage.

“This is a disaster. We'll have to go much shorter than I planned.”

“Yeah, well, I said I was sorry, Pam. But he took silver to me,” I explained. I looked at the V dealer, Lafayette Reynolds. “You were there. You saw it. Defend me,” I urged him.

“I don't know what it is you wanna know, but point me in the direction, and I give to you,” he told me earnestly and fearfully.

“I've seen your website,” I started, Chow had shown me it earlier. It was an impressive bit of tawdriness, and I was certain it was lucrative. “It's quite, uh, low rent. But your clients miss you, Lafayette. They're wondering if you're ever coming back.”

“Am I?” he asked, and I let the silence linger. “Look, I'm here because of the V, right? How 'bout I give you the names of everybody I ever sold to?” Already so cooperative? Lovely.

“And all this time I thought prostitutes were good at keeping secrets,” Pam snarked, knowing the prevarication of that statement more than anyone. Prostitutes would only keep a secret for a price, and for her the price had always been quite high.

“Don't get it twisted, honeycomb, I'm a survivor first, a capitalist second, and a whole bunch of other shit after that. But a hooker, dead last. So if I got even a Jew at an al Qaeda pep rally shot at getting my black ass up out this motherfucker, I'm taking it. Now, what you wanna know?”

Pam smiled, absolutely delighted, and I could see why. This Lafayette Reynolds was a cut from the exact same cloth as her.

A survivor first, a businesswoman second, and a hooker dead last.

“The vampire you had your little arrangement with. Eddie Fournier. What happened to him?” I asked.

“I don't know. I swear to God I don't. Last time I saw him he was doing real good. But I think he may have been taken by somebody,” Lafayette had hesitated to tell me this information, he must have an inkling of the perpetrator.

“By whom?” I prompted.

“I don't know,” he started. “I mean I ain't sure.”

“Hm, that's not very forthcoming of you,” I told him. I looked over at my enforcer, who had been waiting so very patiently. “Chow, you're up.”

“No! No, chill out. Shit,” Lafayette held up his hand to Chow, motioning for him to stop, and then Lafayette caved. “I think it... I think it was... Jason Stackhouse.”

“Jason Stackhouse?” I asked, nonplussed.

“Sookie's brother,” Pam reminded me in Swedish. “Could be fun,” she added and then I remember him. Handsome, AB negative, and he had come to the bar looking for vampire blood.

“Fun, but also stupid. Sookie is too important for us now,” I reminded Pam. She was an asset, one that I wanted working for me.

“That's true,” Pam agreed, reluctantly.

“Sadly, this information is of no use to me. Not now, anyway,” I told the confused looking Lafayette. Then I moved on to the line of questioning that I had been most anxious to discuss. “I understand dealers of vampire blood sometimes trade product with one another across state lines. Any buyers in the Dallas area?” I asked, revealing some of what I had learned from the drainers before I had killed them. Their blood was all bagged up and sitting in the freezer now, and the irony of draining drainers was not lost on me.

“One,” Lafayette said right away, cooperating fully. “He never gave me his name though. I have an e-mail address. [email protected].”

Pam smirked at the email address, and I wondered briefly if she was going to change her online handle.

“A friend of mine in the Dallas area, his name is Godric, has gone missing. Now, while the circumstances of his disappearance are unclear, it stands to reason his blood would be very valuable, as he's over twice my age and ten times the vampire I will ever be,” I said and realized that I had said more than I wanted. That my worries about him were sliding smoothly from my tongue and that I needed to feed again if I was ever going to get myself under control.

“Oh Eric, you don't do humble well,” Pam said teasingly, trying to lighten my mood. She knew with Godric missing, I was more on edge than ever.

“I was not being humble. This happens to be true,” I nearly snapped at her again, and I saw her hurt at my behavior toward her. I focused back on my line of questioning.“Your associate, this ‘pussylover’, has he or she mentioned any new product coming on the market?”

“No, no. And I would tell you. You know that,” he told me and I knew that he was honest, but it frustrated me to no end that he had nothing that could help.

I turned to Chow and asked him, “Take our guest and lock him back out, will you?”

Lafayette jumped to his feet. “Fuck that, I ain't going back down there. I gave you…”

“You gave me nothing!” I shouted, furious that this man had no information that would lead to Godric.

“I'm not going back.” Lafayette tried to push Chow away, and I gave the order again.

“Chow, now.”

Lafayette fought against Chow and I found it curious. I couldn’t help but be impressed by his vigor, his fight, his passion.

“I gave you every... I gave you everything! I ain't going back down!” he continued to shout as Chow manhandled him back down to the basement.

It was then that I heard the sound of an additional human heart beat and the soft scent of roses. I reached out to my blood in Jane and, of course, she was standing in the hall outside the office. What in Hel was she doing here?

The door creaked open and there was sweet little Jane. Her eyes widened as she took in my appearance. Perhaps this would scare her off for good.

“Jane,” I greeted her.

“I guess I should have called,” she said meekly.

“Yes,” I replied. She certainly had the power understatement. I turned to Pam, “Leave us. I need to glamour her.” Pam looked over at Jane and shook her head, leaving the office and shutting the door behind her. Why had Jane even come here? I didn’t want to have to do this, but she left me with no choice! I looked over at little Jane, she looked especially young and doll-like. “I have to glamour you now. You realize that?”

“Why?” she asked, clearly confused.

I prayed for the patience of Baldr, and I rested my hands on my desk. She drove me absolutely insane.

“You saw one of the prisoners, and he recognized you, even. What is to prevent you from telling the human authorities what you saw?” I asked her, and she stared me down.

“I won’t,” she promised. “It’s none of their business. You’re the Sheriff. He was the V dealer, I assume?” she asked, crossing her arms, and pushing her perfect bosom higher.

“Yes,” I acknowledged.

“I won’t tell anyone I saw him. Please… don’t glamour me,” she begged me and I saw her lip tremble in fear. I believed she wouldn’t give up this information knowingly, but her mind was open to any vampire, and now the telepath as well. I had to glamour her, for her own safety.

“It’s too dangerous for you as well. Especially now that you’re friends with a telepath, your silence could incriminate you,” I explained to her. Those dark blue green eyes of hers steeled and I could help but feel proud of her. She could be quite brave, facing something that she feared so greatly.

“What will you do? Make me forget?” she asked.

“That path leads to many problems, as you saw with Ginger. You will retain the memory, but you won’t be able to think of it. You will know, but you won’t be able to say anything about it.” I didn’t want to have to glamour her, and I worried about this.I knew too much glamouring would damage her mind. And her mind was a unique one.

She nodded at me, drawing her courage around her.

I hated this. I remember what she had told me, that it felt like mind rape. I never wanted to make her feel violated, especially in light of the other trauma she had experienced.

“Fine,” she told me and I began the glamour.

“Jane.”

Her eyes glazed over and I imposed my will on her.

“You will not be able to think of the man that you saw Chow take to the basement. You will not speak of what you witnessed to anyone.”

“Of course,” she agreed.

I released her and she lurched to the trash bin, vomiting. Humans and their fluids. I’d had enough of them today. She sat on the couch, and I felt her through the blood. I felt her upset. Why did she do this? It made me hate myself.

“Why did you come?” I asked her.

“I wanted to talk to you. I can see that you’re... busy. I’ll go. I’ll text or call next time,” she told me vaguely, standing to leave. I grabbed her arm, my intention had been to ask her to elaborate, to explain what her purpose was but I felt her warmth beneath my hand and all my urges to devour and claim her came hurtling to the surface. The look she gave me, the feeling from her in the blood...lust. She wanted me. She wanted me even when I was covered in blood.

My fangs dropped hard and I was seconds away from biting her throat and fucking her on my desk.

What the fuck was wrong with me? I released her quickly and forced my fangs up painfully.

“Jane. Things are...tense. With my Maker missing,” I tried to explain, but I really couldn’t. I couldn’t explain my loss of control around her.

“Let me know if I can help,” she offered sweetly.

She had no idea of the danger I posed to her, I shook my head at her. “I will not hurt you again,” I promised her.

She smiled her strange sad smile, the one that made the area where my heart used to pulse ache.

“Goodnight, Eric,” she said softly, and then she left.

What the fucking Hel!? I slammed my hand against the wall, creating a crack in the plaster and I didn’t give a flying fuck.

What was wrong with me?

****

The next evening I took Pam to the mall and allowed her to shop and style me as she pleased. It seemed the very least I could do and having my childe close brought me comfort. I wore Godric’s platinum coated fang around my throat, as if wearing it would allow me to find him.

As we were strolling through the mall, who should we see but Bill fucking Compton.

Then, in a stroke of genius, I had an idea. Bill’s telepathic human could search for Godric. Sookie could investigate the humans at the Fellowship of the Sun and see if Stan’s assertion that they were behind Godric’s disappearance was correct.

“Go to the bar Pam, I’ll meet you there after I negotiate with Billy boy,” I told her. She brushed invisible lint from the navy tracksuit she had dressed me in and then departed with a smile. While it wasn’t what I would choose for myself, I was fine with indulging my child in her game of dressup.

I strolled through the store, and meandered over to Bill.

“Good evening, old sport,” I greeted him, hoping to make him feel at ease. He would be easier to bargain with if he was in a giving mood.

“Eric?” he said, astounded, by either my presence or my new attire, it was hard to say.

“It's the new me. You like?” I asked, smirking. How many times do we have to reinvent ourselves?

“I do. Very much,” Bill agreed, the Mainstreamer he was, he would likely follow all the latest human trends. I almost scoffed at the idea of him wearing one of those hats that truckers wear. The sales associate that had been attempting to hit on him, backed away sheepishly.

“Oh, okay,” she looked between us and I realized that she thought we were a couple. Hilarious, as if Bland Bill could stir my passions.

“We need to talk,” I told him.

He glared and I led him away from the humans and began to explain.

“The Sheriff of Area 9 in Texas has gone missing. Have you heard about that?”

“I hadn't, but I know the vampire of whom we speak. His name is Godric, correct?”

I wondered how Bill knew of Godric. But Godric’s reputation did precede him.

“Indeed. Now it goes without saying he needs to be found. Which is where Sookie comes in. As she's yours, I'm asking your permission to take her with me to Dallas,” I explained my plan to him.

“Eric, you can do whatever you want with me, but I am not putting her in this position anymore. I cannot and I will not allow you to bring her into these matters,” he said, not even attempting to barter with me.

“We made a deal, your human and I. That if I didn't kill, she would work for me as often as I like. Now, you remember this, don't you? You were there,” I reminded him.

“Taking her across state lines is a far cry from taking her to Fangtasia for the evening,” Bill said sternly, clearly not willing to discuss this further. What a fool.

“I'm only asking your permission out of respect. If I want her, I can simply take her. Is "no" your final answer?” I asked him.

“It is,” he said firmly.

I shook my head, and replied, “Poorly played, Bill.”

He wasn’t even willing to try to bargain with me, and I wondered again about his purpose with the telepathic waitress. I checked my phone on the way out of the mall, surprised to see that I missed several calls from Pam. I called her as I strolled out.

“You rang?” I asked.

“Mmm, yeah, the lovely Lafayette Reynolds tried to escape and Ginger shot him,” Pam said in her usual tone.

“Is he dead?” I asked her in Swedish.

“Not yet, our meretricious little Macgyver dug the metal hip out of his dead compadre with his teeth, used it to break his chains, and then attempted to seduce Ginger into letting him go,” Pam explained gleefully. “I like him, can we keep him?”

“Creative,” I commented as I exited the mall. “I’ll be there soon.”

I went behind the mall and took off in flight. I had to stop and pick up the accounting work from Bruce, and then I was able to return to Fangtasia. I strolled into the back, checking over the numbers for the bar. It was scented with rich thick blood, flavorful and powerful...full of untapped potential.

“Sorry to keep you waiting for so long,” I said as I entered the office. “How's the leg?” I asked Lafayette.

“Shitty. Thanks for asking,” he replied with sarcasm at his pain and Pam grinned again.

“After all your proclamations about what a model prisoner you were going to be, you had to try to escape,” I said, curious about his reasoning, but he did say he was a survivor first. I couldn’t really begrudge him that.

“You were going to kill me anyway, right?” he asked next and Pam smirked. We’d certainly have to kill him now, he wasn’t going to make it without medical care.

“Now you'll never know. So, what's it gonna be, Lafayette? Would you like the leg to kill you, or would you prefer us to do it?”

“I'm gonna go with plan C,” he said and he surprised me, such a rare thing for a breather.

“There's a plan C?” I asked.

“Make me a vampire,” he offered.

“I beg your pardon?”

Then he began to make his case, “And you can put me to work in the bar. I'm a good dancer. You seen it on my site. Shit, I get up there and move Earth and heaven, go-go style.”

I came and stood over him, not sure what he knew about vampires and turning. “You are aware there's a gaping hole in your leg? You're damaged goods,” I tested him.

“Not if you turn me. I'll be good as ever.” So he did know at least that much. “Look, I... I'm already a person of poor moral character, so I'll hit the ground running. And I damn near glamour people already. Give me what y'all got, and it's on me, cracker. Not only will I be a badass vampire, but I'll be your badass vampire.”

For a moment, time was frozen. I was sucked into the memory of Pamela asking me to turn her, and me refusing, and her making her case to me. And then her killing herself anyway and I decided… I chose to have her by side, my companion.

My badass vampire.

I liked this Lafayette Reynolds. He lived with a sort of honesty that was rare, and he had shown himself to have the survival instincts and spirit that would take him through the ages. He interested me, and so very few men did. He also reminded me much of Pam and I could see that they would be excellent blood siblings, thick as thieves. It would be good to have youngling around, so fresh and eager...

I scented his rich blood, his untapped potential and….it all intrigued me.

Was I actually considering this, now, with my control all over and Godric missing? Was this just another way in which I was losing touch? No, best not to make any major decisions now. We could start to drink from him now, I could reconsider later, after I’d fed, and had a clearer head. He had a few good nights left in him still.

“Interesting. I'll take it under advisement,” I told him. “Pam, Chow, chowtime,” I offered and Chow grinned at my play on words, puns really were the height of humor.

Then, I leaned over and bit Lafayette.

He was absolutely delicious.

#true blood fanfiction #Call of the Blood

[sims4legacy-story]

Gen 1, chapter 1 Mixed Landgraab Legacy sims 4

After venturing out from her home in Widenburg, Theresa sought out life in the city, the hotspot for aspiring politicians. She started her campaign for less mischief, and started going around, knocking on doors. She was invited in to the Landgraab household by Alec Langraab-made him for the story line-and they had lunch together. She found him charming, and modest for a man of his socioeconomic status. Quickly, innocent flirting gave way into a less innocent kiss...and a promise for a date at the best bar, tomorrow. 

She spent the whole night deciding on outfits, but eventually decide on a simple top with a short skirt.

Alec found her stunning. He knew he shouldn’t, his mother had absolutely forbidden him from marrying anyone without first-class status. But he couldn’t help himself. He told himself no to, but in the end, he relented, and asked Theresa to be his girlfriend. She leaped into his arms and said yes. He took her home to meet his family.

Geoffrey welcomed her with open arms, Malcolm grew wide eyes and ran off into his bedroom, muttering to himself. And Nancy crossed her arms, and looked her up and down sneering. Theresa grew closer to Alec instinctively. Nancy stalked off.

A few days later, Alec asked her to marry him. They were so over come with love they eloped right in the kitchen...with Nancy there!

She gave them a freezing glare a stormed off.

Alec started telling Theresa about his big dreams for the future. About his plans to inherit the family fortune and become a successful politician. He wanted a big family. 

Theresa said, “Well, maybe I’m going to far...but….I want a big family as well. I want a baby!”

And there was some woohooing, and some more woohooing...but eventually, she conceived a baby! 

Alec and Geoffrey were happy. Malcolm and Nancy were not.

Malcolm wanted to inherit the family fortune and he wanted a son of his own to be his heir. He asked his mother to arrange a marriage between him and a female of wealthy lineage.

She chose Cassandra Goth. Nancy met up with Bella Goth, who agreed with an alliance with the most powerful family, and it was fixed.

Malcolm didn’t really love her, of course. He just wanted an heir. But she got pregnant anyway.

Unfortunately for Malcom, Alec and Theresa’s baby got born first. A little boy named Alden. Malcolm had been desperately hoping for them to have a daughter, and him a son, so he could have an heir. But it was not to be. 

Then, a new secret was discovered! Nancy was having an affair with the gardener! Geoffrey found out, but Nancy mind-wiped him and he forgot. But she’s beenn kissing teh gardener, and he’s been kissing back! Oh, Nancy Landgraab, what are you doing?

Malcolm gets to know Alden a bit more. He comes to regard him as his own son. His baby was born, but it’s living with its mother in the goth house.

Malcolm slowly becomes a better person. He doesn’t flirt around, and he’s gotten rid of his evil. Still, he can’t help being a bit of a snob sometimes.

However, he still hated his brother. Oh, if only he could just...die! 

Malcolm began to hatch a plan. If it did work, Malcolm could inherit the fortune and move Cassandra and Beau-his son-into the Affluista mansion.

Theresa got pregnant with another baby, to the joy of everybody but Nancy and Malcom. 

Malcolm grew more desperate. He traveled around the city, trying to find the recipe for Pufferfish nigiri. Eventually, he gave up and he hired someone to teach him!

But he had to to eat it! He took a few bites...then another, then another. He survived! Which wasn’t a good thing for Alec.

He imagine his totally not evil because really, he deserved it-plan, the day when he would take over the Landgraab legacy.

#sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #writing #videogame

[thejudgingtrash]

Percy and Annabeth would 100% do their own version of the Halloween Heist every year. Annabeth obviously wins year one but as more people are pulled in the Title of Best Demigod/Satyr/Centaur gets passed around a lot.

You know what? Fuck it! Mini Fanfic time! Annabeth winning hmmm? I’m actually busy with not going crazy during quarantine and working on my feature length Percabeth fic (coming out in 2025, I guess). And it’s way too early (or late) for Halloween. But let’s do this! One shitty fic - hot and fresh out of the oven!

The Halloween Heist

The plan was ready and set. They all would do it one last time together before their paths separated and all of them drifted apart like gusts of wind. The heroes of Camp Half-Blood reunited one last time before college hit the last of them. They wanted to relive a normal holiday together, just this once.

Annabeth and Malcom set up different routes; A, B and C throughout New York City, Manhattan specifically. Those that could, joined. And would the little kids that were on the streets going to be respected? Definitely not. Of course, it would be a competition – who would turn out to be the one most successful? Whose group would be candy lords or ladies of the night? Who looked the most horrifying?

Everyone agreed that in the last part they all lost. None of them dressed in the true horrifying manner of the Halloween tradition. The Stolls’ were dressed as super heroes, Connor as Batman and Travis as The Flash. Katie joined them as Poison Ivy. Clarisse pulled off a solid Sarah Connor and her boyfriend Chris stood proudly next to her as The Terminator. The only person that looked slightly scary was Malcom. He was dressed as a zombie and his eye bags stemming from the latest project he had been working on through the entire night added to the nature of his character.

“Well!” Percy exclaimed and tapped the floor with a wooden trident. “Let the games begin!”

Annabeth rolled her eyes. He wore khaki shorts, flip flops and a Hawaii themed shirt and those stupid pink window blinds sunglasses from 2012. “That’s just purely lazy! You dress up like your father every time on Halloween.”

“And it works just fine every time,” he said after sharing a soft kiss. Not only that, his outfit was unironically super comfortable. His hair tickled her. The only good thing was that he had actually grown out a beard which hugged his handsome face very tightly.

Percy raised a black eyebrow. “What are you going for?”

Annabeth looked like she had raided Paul’s wardrobe. Light dress shirt, ugly green sweater vest, tight black jeans and goddamn Birkenstock shoes. Her blonde curls were gelled back and put into a tight bun. The dark frames of her glasses oozed sexy librarian but the expression on her face only said shhh!

“Sexy Chiron with a third eye and without the horse ass end?” Chris and Malcom grinned, Katie snorted whereas the Stolls’ and Clarisse shared a loud cackle. Annabeth looked like she wanted to murder him.

“No! I’m Cecil from Welcome to Night Vale,” she corrected him.

“Cecil?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. We listened to the first 100 episodes together! The lore, the intricacy, the little pieces you have to put together,” Annabeth looked very adorable whenever she was nerding and ranting about her passions.

“Well, The Weather is quite nice.” That was all Percy had to add.

“That means we have to re-listen everything!” Annabeth decided. Percy simply nodded. Yes, they would re-listen.

“We?” Katie raised a red dyed eyebrow. “Don’t tell me that you’ve become a we couple.”

“Of course not!” both denied. “And don’t be so sarcastic, Percy! We will re-listen!”

Clatter. The group turned to their right. Grover appeared wearing a flower crown on top of his horns, a torn green dress shirt… and nothing further down below. “That’s just unfair!” The Stolls’ yelled and pointed at his dark hairy goat legs.

“No, this is a way of nature saying, Grover you got this. Also be nice! Me taking off time as a Lord of the Wild should be considered a blessing,” the black satyr grinned.

The brothers huffed and Malcom rolled his eyes. “Where’s Juniper?” Annabeth asked.

“Couldn’t make it unfortunately,” the Grover pouted.

“And Will and Nico? Will promised us 90s Justin Timberlake with a puka shell necklace, meanest frosted tips and Donald Trump tan!”

The satyr shrugged. “They have decided that re-watching Corpse Bride for the millionth time was more important. Anyway. Annabeth, you got the straws?”

“Of course, I do. We have three groups á three people. Red is A, blue is B and green is C. Biggest candy stash wins, got it? Ultimate bragging rights, the last prank idea on Chiron and blue cupcakes from Sally. Let the Fates decide!”

“You sure about that?”

“Percy, shut up! Let’s just do this.”

The participants nodded. Team A consisted of Percy, Clarisse and Travis. Team B were Annabeth, Chris and Malcom. Lastly Team C was made up by Grover, Katie and Connor.

“Two Athena kids in one group is just unfair,” Clarisse huffed.

“Deal with it,” Malcom grinned. “You know the routes? Let’s begin! You’ve got three hours!”

*****

Percy rang the bell. A middle-aged woman with curlers opened the door. “Yes?” she mustered him.

Percy cleared his throat. “Lord Poseidon demands all of your candy!” he said with a deep booming voice.

The woman stared at him weirdly. “Poseidon as in the god of sea? Since when does a Greek god look like homeless person wandering around the beach?”

“Uh…Since always?”

“Alright, fair enough.”

*****

A young man opened the door. Annabeth was greeted by the smell of grease, Cheetos and bleach. The meanest hotbox fumes smacked her across the face. She coughed and felt her eyes tearing up. She wanted to experience the rush of winning, not feel that kind of high just yet.

“That your Halloween costume?” She simply nodded.

“Fucking sick, dude! You look like my college professor!”

“Well in that case hand your assignments in or give me all of your candy,” she grinned.

*****

A young mother and her daughter opened up for Grover.

“Wow! I want that costume mommy!” wailed the girl.

“Ellie, you’re already a witch. But how did you create those legs? They look so real?”

“They came off pretty naturally,” Grover shrugged.

“And the horns?!”

“I can’t spill all of my secrets, I’m afraid. I am but a humble servant of nature asking you to give something sweet back to us.”

The woman giggled. “Oh, and he’s a poet as well!”

“Uhh no?” denied Grover.

“Here take some of our candy!”

“Okay! Nature won’t forget your service, ma’am! And neither yours, Ellie!”

*****

The nine gathered at the Jackson’s hours later. Each team piled their candy stock. It was a clear-cut victory. Annabeth and Malcom looked proudly at their stash.

“We did it!” Katie yelled behind them. Team Grover won, they nearly covered the entire floor with chocolates and packs of sour patches. Satyr bonus probably. The Athena siblings lost their victorious smiles immediately.

“Looks like Team Athina kids lost!” Grover exclaimed with a smirk.

Annabeth looked like she’d all of a sudden love to possess Chiron’s horse ass to give him a massive horse kick. “Wait! Do we count the total mass or the individual candy because in that sense we would have won?” she questioned.

“Everyone saying that Annabeth would never cheat can now clearly tell that that was a fucking lie!” Percy shook his head.

“Well, work smart not hard,” Annabeth stuck her tongue out.

“There can always be a next time if we coordinate! And we will crush you!”

The End

#they're all ooc because they're essentially me. also this shit's wack. why am I posting this. well too late I guess #pjo #pjo fanfic #halloween au #percy jackson and the olympians #annabeth chase #grover underwood #katie gardner #malcom pace #percy jackson fanfiction #clarisse la rue #chris rodriguez #travis stoll #connor stoll #mel writes

[crqstalite]

so @spindlewit inspired me to pick up this trainwreck of me playing star wars again about a lana conspiracy i started a LONG time ago that i’m just now revising after they provided their own opinion on this. thank you for diverting my afternoon XD

i took it seriously, sorry.

source: https://spindlewit.tumblr.com/post/612223381785460736/oooh-whats-this-about-a-lana-conspiracy

spoilers below

my first major question: is why she can’t be killed?

lana is the only character from an expansion that can not be killed at any point in the story up to 6.1. possibly because for ds!outlanders/commanders she would be the only advisor left and logically she would have no replacement(, but why not leave theron with the commander instead, or even let the commander run things themselves?). the four characters that can be killed are: 

-arcann (on zakuul, chapter six: the dragon’s maw)

-senya (on voss, chapter one: wrath and ruin)

-koth (on the gravestone, chapter three: dark reunions)

-theron (on nathema, the nathema conspiracy flashpoint)

this may be on bioware for this, but all four characters a) get replaced or b) aren’t important enough to be replaced. and, because they can be killed, bioware may not know what to do with them, because inevitably some people will feel cheated in not getting extra story just because they didn’t like a character and killed them off. i know some people have actual emotional issues with the reasoning for why they couldn’t deal with a certain character (usually arcann), so i can understand bioware’s reasoning. but for those of us who do like the characters, it’s easy to feel deprived of more content because of this reasoning. while good to cater to one side of the fandom, alienating the other doesn’t help the issue.

arcann, for example, never did much after knights of the eternal throne ended. as big a character as he was in those two expansions, you still only get one conversation with him (a personal alliance alert for everyone), and possibly a side flirt before nathema conspiracy. after that, you hear nothing from the scarred prince. absolutely nothing. so he falls under b, and because bioware didn’t focus on him, he didn’t need a replacement because he didn’t have any pull in the story.

senya, much like her son, also didn’t. she doesn’t have a story after knights of the eternal throne either. as one of my favorite characters, i don’t have an inkling of why, there’s plenty of plot in her to be used too. she falls under b as well, she didn’t need a replacement.

koth did get a replacement...kind of. if you kill him, or if he leaves on his own volition, hylo replaces him as the pilot of the gravestone. which is cool because as an ls!outlander/commander, you don’t get the option to have her quips and snips. he wasn’t my favorite character because of his need to have zakuul be at the forefront of everything he does, but after finishing khaak (ds!outlander who did kill him), i realized that you didn’t miss him, as morally dark or light that you were. you didn’t lose the gravestone, hylo just took over. there weren’t any stakes to killing him. it was literally just a moral question, and really didn’t need to have ds/ls consequences.

theron. oh stars theron.

theron doesn’t get replaced. and in a way, he needed to. there isn’t much you miss in the subsequent expansions without him by your side, gnost-dural doesn’t even mention him even though he’s oddly absent. in fact, no one does. not even lana. possibly as a plot point that everyone’s too scared of you to say anything about it, or even that the outlander + lana lied about where he was (an interesting plot point that i may write about in a while) after his death. most likely because most people who like theron kept him alive anyways, and anyone who killed him didn’t like him anwyay. the same way they did koth.

a bit of a tangent, but bioware has a nasty habit of shoving characters aside for new ones. the vanilla companions being the very first victims of this. after the vanilla story, you get voice lines, but no conversations with them until you meet them again after knights. because bioware introduces lana and theron instead as the new main characters. cytharat, katha niar and lemda avesta are also victims of this in a way, as they were quickly forgotten after the makeb arc. in jedi under siege, tau idair, arn pelarun and major anri are the characters that quickly take over during the expansion. lana and theron rarely appear if at all during this story. i understand that you were either undercover or working for a faction they might not agree with, but wouldn’t it be more suspicious if the esteemed commander didn’t have her right hand man/woman beside them during the mission?

but theron, in my opinion, desperately needed to be replaced after his death. it left lana as the only advisor to the commander. this makes her often the sole bringer of bad news, and she has most of your information you’ll ever have because of this. that’s just odd to begin with, as more often than not lana is just infodumping exposition when it should be shared with theron or some one else. and some empty spots that they try to fill during jedi under siege and onward where theron is supposed to be. there’s even a scene at the end of onslaught that if you romance lana and kiss her at the end, you hear and offhanded cough and the camera even pans to where he should be. (i assume). coding issues and whatnot aside, it brings us full circle.

why can’t lana be killed?

it sounds very dark, i know. but everyone else can be, and our darling lana has plot armor the entire six expansions to 6.1. the uprisings that spindlewit mentioned, i’ve never done. that is extremely interesting, and i’d like to definitely run a couple when i can. here’s also this from their post:

“based on what Jonas Balkar tells a trooper upon his return, Lana fielded his attempts to contact you. from what else have we been isolated?”

i have yet to run a trooper past disavowed, so i wouldn’t know but that is very odd. it’s plausible that lana hasn’t only done this to balkar, but to others as well. who’s to say that lana has conviently put a blindfold over your eyes? what else has she skillfully covered up? skirmishes between the republic and empire during the fight against zakuul? pleads from either faction that she simply didn’t want the commander distracted by? she’s the one who found out about iokath and told you first anyway, and as spindlewit says:

“her omnipresence in the story and plot-protection. she’s always on/by your side and can’t be killed, is your primary source of all information.”

possibly, this is because iokath got so out of hand that she finally had to call it in. who’s to say that imperial and republic forces in the alliance haven’t been rats and haven’t been feeding malcom/acina facts about the new alliance and their territory on iokath to make the invasion easier? by this time, the eternal alliance (by swtor’s “official” timeline [courtesy of torcommunity.com]) is only three years old up until iokath. still extremely vulnerable, and haven’t picked a side yet or a fight with either faction. other than the eternal fleet, they’re just another upstart group and haven’t gained much traction up until that point. yes, they brought the eternal throne down, but they’re still recovering from that fight as well. morals or intentions or otherwise, malcom and acina would need whatever allies and supplies they could get to take out the other. taking iokath would be one of their very first steps. it’s mentioned even in-game that supplies across the galaxy are dwindling, so it isn’t just us that’s suffering from this either.

theron was a rat, yes, but who’s to say he’s the first one? we only know that iokath was just being invaded at about the same time by both factions, who’s to say that the republic and empire hadn’t already had small task forces on iokath before we’d been alerted, and theron’s scheme had only added to the problem? acina and malcom, depending upon who you side with, seem to know exactly what they’re looking for when they hit iokath. this could be after weeks of scouting, or this could be because of their spies on the inside of the alliance.

time is also shit in swtor. until others or star wars themselves tries to plot out the timeline, you’ll notice that it’s anybody’s guess how long it’s been between certain events. i personally believe it’s been maybe a week since the republic and empire touched down on iokath to when we make our decision/end up at their base.

there’s nothing we learn later that can prove otherwise. and there isn’t anything to prove that lana hadn’t already found out about this and hid it accordingly. it’s also possible that shit finally hit the fan, and to keep from looking like a failure of keeping iokath strictly neutral, she’d have to fabricate a story to keep her in the limelight of the commander’s eye.

we only get one cutscene before war on iokath, and it sounds like we haven’t personally been to iokath for a very long time. lana may have information she’s been withholding, and without anyone else on iokath, she could very easily have many secrets that no one would know about.

because in all, lana needs to stay at the right hand of the commander. 

if you haven’t already noticed, lana, unlike theron, often isn’t phased by the things you do. quinn and elara remain somewhat bad examples, but theron had a very emotional reaction to the death of his father. whether because it is family or not, lana doesn’t blink an eye at all no matter who dies on iokath. even if acina dies, she isn’t any more or any less disallusioned than she was before. on an imperial saboteur? you can kill every darth possible and she will still support you anyway. hell, senya, koth and theron can die. all people she recruited to your alliance and had ties to in the past. watching them die, even fighting senya, not even begging the commander not to leave theron, had some emotional toll we aren’t seeing. because she’s pragmatic.

pragmatic: adjective

dealing with things sensibly and realistically in a way that is based on practical rather than theoretical considerations."a pragmatic approach to politics"

that’s how she’s always described, isn’t she? a pragmatic sith lord who doesn’t care for titles or achieving a better or newer status among her peers.

or she’s willing to do whatever necessary to remain in power. defecting from the empire entirely, allying with the republic. making the hard decisions, allowing what she had to fall apart so the commander could rise, along with her. her position has never been threatened before, so of course she wouldn’t need to rise in power. she doesn’t want to lead, she doesn’t need to lead. she just needs to be close to the top.

because if she did continue to remain in power, that’d mean she had all the confidential and redacted knowledge in the galaxy, if not more. when the commander’s back was turned, she would have information they never would. she even advises us to watch everyone after iokath, and the commander would never even know about the ability to do this before, emperor/ess or otherwise. and you receive some pretty in detail things about both theron and lana. nothing that would raise too much suspicion. i don’t have those emails on hand, but its still rather concerning. and since lana was the one who wished to procure these examinations, who’s to say she didn’t edit her own from what the program sent in?

think, the worst callout post in the galaxy is at the fingertips of lana beniko.

so why doesn’t lana have her own betrayal arc?

well, that’s just it.

she should...but she doesn’t. a) bioware knows that most people don’t have a problem with lana, in fact most do like her character. with koth, people didn’t like his character. senya + arcann, some people had issues with arcann and in turn his mother. theron? some people just had problems with theron from the beginning. it wouldn’t serve a purpose to have the ability to kill her. b) she doesn’t have any reasoning to...yet.

lana isn’t as covert as theron. she doesn’t have a past in sis, or imperial intelligence. but she’s a very quick learner and her patchwork of knowledge has become an entire blanket. hell there’s even a throwaway line in shadow of revan where theron and lana banter back and forth. she very clearly picks up things very quickly, claiming to slice through four layers of encryption to shut the jammer down.

theron’s right to say, “i’ve created a monster”. he’s partially the reason she’s able to slice so well anyways.

yes, she was minister for a period of time. she saw the effect of theron’s treason, how unplanned it was and just about how well it went for him (spoiler: it didn’t go well). she would know that to attempt the same thing, she’d have to bide her time until she was in a position to do so without minimal knockback. before she can betray anyone, she needs to know what will hit hardest. that means not breaking the commander’s trust and being the person that we can lean on. someone we’d never question because they were always there for us. even the wookiepedia says this:

“Lana Beniko had a very unusual personality for a Sith Lord. She spoke in a very serene and considerate manner, and possessed a keen mind with a preference for analyzing a problem rather than charging in head on.”

lana beniko could destroy the alliance from the inside out. if she really wanted. yes, a romanced theron could as well, but he didn’t want power either. he never needed it, and was even willing to accept he might not be accepted back into the alliance after what he did. but a romanced lana would be even worse, knowing even more about how to tear down the commander, and make it hurt. she would analyze us just as a computer would, storing every tic, every outburst, every decision to use against us.

but she doesn’t want to. logically, she doesn’t have a reason to. koth did, he wanted justice for zakuul and a ds!outlander didn’t provide that. theron sort of did after his father died, and to keep the order of zildrog off our backs. lana has no responsibilities anywhere. no one is clambering for her to come back to empire either (as far as we’re concerned), so she’s happily at the top of the food chain with no prior relationships to her faction. there’s no agenda for her to serve. to say it safely, while a betrayal arc would be cool, the motivation for her to do so just isn’t there yet. it’d make just as much sense as theron’s, and it would be even more of a let-down.

at the same time, i can’t label a time lana ever asked for help in game. no one really does, but it’s very clear lana thinks she can handle everything. and in a way, she does. even moreso than theron, though possibly in other areas than him. after jedi under siege/onslaught without theron to help her with day to day or even the bigger issues, she could very quickly become overwhelmed, just as she did on ziost.  she could have a plan to betray the commander if the commander does set their sights on killing her or lost trust in her, a copout if you will. if the commander were to turn on her for any reason, she’d have blackmail against them. a way out to yet again prove that she was in the right. with the support of the alliance (that she built), she could become commander herself or more likely find the next one among a pool of canindates, continuing to puppeteer it all. even if the alliance didn’t want a new commander, there would still be a major fallout with the commander either gone from the picture entirely or the alliance decaying from the inside due to trust issues.

because lana beniko is pragmatic. lana beniko will always survive, no matter what it takes. and rising from the ashes of the fire that she set, isn’t above her.

this took me an entire afternoon and there’s still stuff i want to talk about. especially how a betrayal arc would look with theron by your side instead of lana.

she could also just be a good character without any bad intentions, but that would be really boring, wouldn’t it? ;)

#swtor #star wars the old republic #star wars #theron shan #lana beniko #betrayal

[blackmissfrizzle]

A Tale of Two Soldiers- Part 2

Title: A Tale of Two Soldiers- Part 2

Pairing: Bucky x black!reader, Erik x black!reader

Summary: Erik attends the readers birthday party.

Word Count: 5150

Warnings: SMUT (18+), cussing, Erik being Erik

Read Part 1 here.

A/N: This is my first MCU fic and Erik fic. Please don’t hate me if its trash lol! There will definitely be multiple parts.  This is set after Black Panther but before Infinity War. Please reblog if you really like it!

A/N: Sorry this is so long, but I had so many ideas for this part and I didn’t want to break it up in mini-parts.

Your birthday party was in full swing. The dj was playing a mix of 80s to current music, the food smelled delicious, and you were surrounded by family and friends. The only thing that was missing were your friends on the run: Steve, Nat, Sam, and Bucky.

Your outfit was a simple, black maxi dress with black wedges, and a gold hoop earrings, which unfortunately matched Erik’s which was, a black t-shirt with black adidas joggers and his gold canine grill, which caused your family to believe you were a couple as soon as you stepped out.

“Girl, you sure he ain’t your man,” your oldest sister, Jemilah wondered as she pointed her cup to Erik while he was talking to your brothers and brothers-in-laws.

“Yes heifer! I’m sure that he’s not my man. Why you asking that stupid ass question?”

Casey, the second youngest interjected, “Because he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since the party started.”

“Well, you need to tell him that, because the way he looking at you telling me he in love and he gon be breaking your back tonight,” Jemilah claimed.

You just told your sisters that Erik was just watching out for you, because he knew you could get a little buck wild when you drank and he didn’t want you to act a fool in front of your family. Soon, they dropped the topic to start gossiping about some of the party goers and you were thankful the attention was off of you for a while. However, your respite was short live, because your mom was strutting towards you with a man who gave you Morris Chestnut vibes with his physique and beautiful skin.

“Y/N, dear, this is Malcom. Malcom, this is my daughter, Y/N, the birthday girl.”

You shook Malcom’s hand, which was smooth unlike Erik’s or Bucky’s. While you two exchanged pleasantries, your mom listed off Malcom’s credentials like she was reading his resume. You tuned her out while seeking a way out at her blatant attempt of matchmaking, when you suddenly felt a familiar warmth behind.

“Hey princess, one of your sisters said they needed your help with something.”

You gave Erik a silent thank you and told your mom and Malcom you catch them later. Somehow your mother caught you taking a break from everyone in the kitchen. “You know, you didn’t have to have your little friend help you escape. I’m just trying to help.”

Exasperated with the same conversation with your mother you sighed, “Help with what mama? I’m not ready to settle down, especially not with some lame lawyer.”

Your mother walked up to you and grabbed your arms, “Baby, Malcom is not lame. He’s a Morehouse man, does plenty of community service for kids of color, and he worked for Obama. The Barack Obama,” she stressed. “And you ain’t getting any younger.” Of course, your mama would be the only one to consider 26 old. “I don’t understand you, Y/N. Why you must be the only one out of 6 kids to rebel against everything. You chose to go to Howard instead of Spelman like your sisters did and if you were a boy you wouldn’t go to Morehouse like your brothers, then you had the nerve to join the Marines, and when you got discharged you did something even crazier, you let my crazy ass brother and his ridiculous friend Tony Stark talk you into joining the Avengers.”

Pulling away from her, you begged your mom, “Can we not argue about this today? I just want to enjoy my friends and family and celebrate my birthday. Is that too much to ask for?”

“Is it too much for me to ask for you to be happy and safe,” your mom threw right back. After a moment of silence, surprisingly, your mom agreed to drop it but promise you two would talk more about it tomorrow.

As you made your way back outside, you joined your siblings on the dance floor and began doing the bunny hop with them. Once that ended, the dj began playing Get It Ready by DJ Jubliee and you knew you were about the cut the fuck up. You felt Erik’s familiar presence behind you and once you heard ‘walk it like a dog’ you were grinding all up Erik like y’all weren’t at a family function. When the song was over you heard your dad clear his throat to break the lust filled gazes you and Erik were giving each other.

“Sorry, daddy,” you mumbled to your dad and ran off to join your sisters and Nakia, Okyoe, and Shuri at the tables. When you joined them, you heard Jemilah mutter to the others, “Mmmhmm, ain’t my man my ass.”

“Oh, he’s not. Y/N has another suitor back home,” Shuri happily confessed.

“Traitor,” you whispered in the princess’s ear.

Casey started whipping her head around as she was in search for someone, “Why he ain’t here then?”

“James does not feel well,” Okyoe admitted while she gave you a secret wink. Thank God, she lied for you, because even though you’ve done undercover ops for some unknown reason you can’t lie to your sisters that well.

“Describe him,” Jemilah ordered.

Thinking of Bucky automatically had you in a dream-like state, “Tall. Broad shoulders. Body of a Greek God. Oh, and his eyes. They’re this deep blue—”

“BLUE?” your sisters shouted.

“You really trying to give mama a heart attack. This man white?” Casey chuckled and you shook your head yes. You knew their outburst came from the fact that your mama had this goal of all her children have a black love relationship like her and your father. It wasn’t bad that she promoted black love, you really appreciated it, but she was harsh on y’all if you tried dating someone outside your race, she and Erik had that in common. You remembered when Casey brought back her white boyfriend during Christmas break one year and your mama was so hard on the poor boy, he didn’t make it to Christmas Eve dinner.

“He is. And I obviously don’t care what she thinks, so lets drop it ok,” you demanded and thankfully the women obliged.

You and the other women discussed the Wakanda Outreach program, when Casey swore, “Aww fuck! Here comes ‘Cousin Faith’.” Now you really didn’t have a Cousin Faith, her real name was Stephanie, but you and your sisters called her Cousin Faith because she was always trying to steal one of y’alls man, even after your sisters got married.

“Y/N, how the fuck you bag a prince,” Stephanie whined.

Clearly confused you looked at her crazy, “Girl, what are you talking about? I’m not dating any prince.”

“Not yet anyway. That dread-headed nigga, Erik. He was talking to your mama and daddy about how he sees a future with you, and said his last name is ummmmm… shit….it’s something foreign.”

“Udaku,” Shuri interjected.

“Yes that’s it,” Stephanie exclaimed. “And your mama walking around saying you marrying a prince and you’re gonna be princess of a country of black people. Girl she even kicked that lame nigga, Malcom out the party. Talking about she don’t want him to mess up your chances with Erik.”

Your sisters just stared at you with slacked jaws and wide eyes at this revelation. You only told them that Erik was an American close with the Wakandan royalty and worked for the Wakanda Outreach Program out in Oakland. Jemilah was the first to say something, “Whew chile. You better get ready for that wedding, because you know mama ain’t gon let up now she knows he’s a prince.” You just rolled your eyes at her and went in search for the soon to be dead prince of Wakanda.

Erik must have known you were looking for him, because when you put your sight on him he ran the opposite direction and went inside the house. The nigga was fast because he was nowhere to be found.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. where is Mr. Stevens,” you called out to the AI.

“In the downstairs bathroom by the kitchen. I have unlocked the door for you.”

You shouted out a thanks to the AI and proceeded to find Erik rolling a blunt in the bathroom. Wasting no time, you decked that nigga in his pitbull ass face. “Oh shit, princess! That hurt. What the fuck is your problem?”

Pointing a finger at the handsome but infuriating man, you responded, “What’s my problem? My problem is you telling my mama that you a whole damn prince!”

Erik rubbed his chin and smirked at you, “So what you’re saying is, you’re mad at me for telling the truth about being a prince, but you ain’t mad that I told your parents I have plans for making you my wife.”

Oh shit, you forgot about the part. Damn, now this nigga really thought he had a chance, but somewhere inside of you knew that the prospect of being Erik’s wife sounded ideal, but you couldn’t let him know. “That’s beside the point Erik. You knew my mama thinks of herself as a so-called matchmaker and you just add fuel to her fire. She’s not gonna stop until I become Mrs. Y/N Udaku.”

Erik couldn’t stop cheesing when he heard your name in front of last name, it gave him a sense of pride that he hope would become true someday. “Baby girl, I’m sorry,” He lifted your chin so you could make eye contact with him, “But after you were throwing that ass, your parents pulled me aside and started asking a bunch of questions about you and I.” At this moment in time Erik looked nervous and unsure of himself when he rubbed the back of his neck. “And, shit princess, I couldn’t lie to them. I wanted my intentions to be clear to them and I threw in my last name so your mama could stop pushing that wack ass Morris Chestnut wannabe up on you.”

With Erik’s declaration out in the open you couldn’t really be mad at him anymore. Rubbing at your temples, you said “I guess I understand. But you don’t understand that my mama is about to work my nerves even more this weekend.”

Erik got that devilish glint in his eye when he was up to no good and presented you with the blunt. You were automatically shaking your head no, because you didn’t smoke, and Erik knew that. “Erik, I can’t smoke that. I never smoke it right and I’ll be wasting the blunt.”

“Nah, its your birthday and I caused you some trouble at your party, so imma get you high,” Erik was practically pushing the blunt in your face. You jumped on the sink counter and took the blunt to your mouth so Erik could light it up. Your first couple of inhales had you coughing, but you finally got the hang of it and it was becoming smooth.

Sensing that you were comfortable with smoking, Erik was pushing the hem of your dress up and kneeling on the ground. “Boy what are you doing,” you questioned him with half hooded eyes.

Again Erik had that damn devilish glint, “Imma help you relax even further baby, so you won’t even be aggravated by your mama.” You just let out a sigh of content and was about to hit the blunt, when you felt Erik’s tongue on your pussy. First, he was making small, slow licks and began to pick up the pace until you felt an orgasm overcome you. “Please…please,” you begged.

“Please, what,” Erik mumbled.

“Please don’t stop,” you slurred out.

And when you didn’t think it was possible began flicking your clit even faster and inserted two curled fingers inside of you. It didn’t take long for you to gush all over Erik’s mouth and fingers. You were in a world of euphoria thanks to the blunt and Erik, that you ordered Erik, “Take your dick out.”

It took him a little while for the words to register in his brain, but once they did he was pulling down his pants and boxer briefs, “Shit, you ain’t gotta tell me twice.” Erik grabbed a condom and rolled it onto his hard length. Once, he was sheathed, you grabbed Erik by his dick and guided him inside of you. When he was completely inside, you both let out a sight of content, and then he began thrusting into with wild abandonment. You both knew this little fuck session couldn’t last long, because people at the party would notice you two were missing, so Erik made quick work and had you both cumming within two minutes.

After being thoroughly fucked by Erik, you two return to the party, him to the tables and you to the food to make y’all some plates. You just sat in Erik’s lap when you put his plate in front him when your eldest brother, Thomas, interrupted y’all from eating, “Damn, nigga! What the hell you do to my baby sister?”

Both you and Erik looked at each other confused. “What do you mean by that,” Erik questioned.

“Little miss thing over here,” Thomas said while pointing at you, “has said she will never make a man’s plate, because his arms and legs works just as well as hers and she be too damn hungry to make two plates.”

Erik looked at you adoringly while you just wanted to go under a rock and die. Thankfully, Casey slapped Thomas in the back his head, stating he needed to keep his damn mouth closed. Erik just gave you a small kiss on the cheek and a quiet thank you, and then y’all resumed eating without any more embarrassing moments for you.

It was about half hour later and it was time for you to open your presents. T’Challa, Shuri, Nakia, and Okoye designed your gift. T’Challa presented you with a long skinny box that was wrapped in onyx wrapping paper. You made quick work of the wrapping paper and opened the box, which revealed a sword, your preferred weapon.

“Its completely made of vibranium. I used training footage of your fighting technique and designed the sword to compliment you. Even if someone else got ahold of it, it wouldn’t be as deadly as it is with you. Its almost like Thor’s hammer,” Shuri explained.

“Whoa, that’s badass,” your twin nephews exclaimed in unison.

“Watch y’all mouths,” your mom reprimanded the boys while you gave a thanks to Shuri, Nakia, T’Challa, and Okyoe.

“Its our turn now,” Tony announced while he Pepper approach you. You watched your mom roll her eyes as Tony presented you with a manila envelope, not even trying to hold his disdain for him.

“Before you open that, I just want to tell you something Rhodey Jr.,” Tony held up his hands and stopped you from opening your gift. “I’m proud to say its been a pleasure from watching you grow up from that annoying little brat that Rhodey would bring here during the summers to a badass, intelligent young woman. And Pepper and I want to thank you for helping with everything, so you deserve this brat.”

You were on the verge of tears, but you knew Tony didn’t do crying so you just hugged him instead. “Whoa kid, you haven’t even open it yet,” Tony exclaimed as he patted you on your back. At that you went back to the envelope to discover a document. For a while you just sat there in silence as you read over the document a couple of times just to make sure your eyes weren’t deceiving you.

Getting tired of your silence, your Uncle Ray demanded, “Girl tell us what it says!”

Breaking out of your trance, you mumbled, “They gave me a 20% share of Stark Industries.” Instantly you went up to Tony and Pepper and pleaded with them to take it back, even with it just being 20% they just made you a billionaire. “Guys you can’t give this to me. This is too much. What about your future kids? They deserve this more than me. You gotta take it back,” you ranted.

“Y/N, no one deserves this more than you do. You work about as much as Tony and me on Stark Industries business, so 20% is nothing,” Pepper explained to you.

You knew that you wouldn’t win the argument, so you gave the couple another thank you and sat down for your final gift. Erik approached you and set down a gift bag in front of your face. “Happy birthday, princess.”

When you reached into the bag you pulled out three tickets, three Beyoncé concert tickets to be exact.

“Beyoncé?!?!?!?” you exclaimed.

“Yeah umm, I got ‘em for you and your sisters,” Erik responded shyly. “They’re meet and greets also. But I got the whole day plan for y’all: massages, mani and pedis, hair appointments, and a shopping spree.” Your jaw dropped more when Erik listed what he had planned for us that day. You couldn’t understand how someone so aggravating, annoying, and selfish could be so thoughtful and selfless at the same time.

“Do you need a wife, girlfriend, side ho, concubine or something? Because damn nigga, that’s one hell of a birthday present,” Casey blurted out, causing her husband to tell her to shut up and sit her ass down, and Jemilah to punch her in her shoulder.

Erik chuckled and waved his hand, “Na ma, I’m good. Besides I only got eyes for one Y/L/N,” Erik stated while looking you dead in the eyes. All the women at the table practically sighed in amazement at Erik’s confession. Pointing at the gift bag, Erik mentioned there was another present in the bag. This time you brought out a small velvet box and fear overcame you. You heard your mom whisper to your dad hoping it was a ring and you were hoping for the complete opposite. Noticing the apprehension on your face, Erik calmed you down, “Chill out, its not a ring. I’m not proposing yet.”

Your mama nudged your dad in his ribs, “You hear that Charles? He’s not proposing yet.” And your dad just responded with a grunt, still not giving his full approval yet. “I like you more and more with each passing moment young man,” your mom called out to Erik.

Relief overcame you and that’s when you opened the box, revealing a necklace with a black and gold jaguar pendant inscribed with a Wakandan text.

“Warrior princess,” Erik said pulling you out of your trance.

“Huh?”

“It says warrior princess. You can kick anybody’s ass, so you’re a warrior, and you’re my princess, so you’re a warrior princess,” Erik explained.

“Girl, if you don’t marry him, imma beat your ass personally and then take him for myself,” your Aunt Charlene blurted out.

You couldn’t help but laugh at your outspoken aunt’s words, but you also knew she would keep her promise, which made you briefly think of a future with Erik. Not wanting to dwell on those thoughts too long, you gave him a kiss, thank him for your gifts, and whispered in his ear that you would properly thank him in the bedroom later on that night, which resulted in him growling in your ear and rubbing on your ass in front of your whole family.

After you finished receiving the rest of your gifts, your Uncle James pulled you to the side. “Here, this came a couple of days ago and I didn’t want you to open in front of everyone,” James declared as he handed you a package.

You knew it couldn’t be a gift from your uncle, because he already gave you his earlier. Inside of the package was a sketchbook, which confused you because you couldn’t draw for shit, but once you open it you knew exactly who sent the book. It was from Steve. He sent you a book full of drawings of you with him, Sam, Nat, or Wanda. There was a picture of you struggling doing your hair during wash day and Sam just laughing at you, another one of you and Nat flat on your asses because y’all managed to take each other down at the same time, one of you having a heart attack while Wanda lifted you in the sky with her powers, and one of you and Steve watching tv during one of your many movie nights. As you made your way through the drawings, a note fell out:

Sorry kid, we couldn’t make your birthday. Sam’s a little sad that we can’t go to the strip club, that you made me promise I would go to on your birthday. However, I’m thankful. I still don’t think I’m quite ready for that. It sucks that we’re not there but trust me we’re doing fine, which brings me to my point. Although, its very much appreciated STOP SENDING MONEY. I don’t want you to get caught, that’s the whole reason we kept you out of the fight in the first place. Don’t worry we’ll see each other soon. Happy birthday, Y/N! Love, S.R.

P.S.- Sam speaking here, I’m not little mad, I’m BIG mad that we’re not at the strip club! Don’t listen to the big guy, keep sending that money. Do you know what type of motels we’ve been staying in? Its not good for my delicate skin. Just kidding, I guess, stay safe kid and happy birthday!

Before you knew it, tears were falling onto the note. “Thanks for giving this to me Uncle James,” you mumbled in between sniffles.

Pulling you into a hug, your Uncle responded, “No problem.” You were making your way out his embrace when he pulled you back, “One more thing. Be careful with that Killmonger.”

You were about to ask your uncle how did he know about Erik’s military codename, but you remembered that he was a colonel and had access to the most sensitive information. Hugging him tighter you told Uncle James, “I will.”

You went up to your room to put away your gifts and clean your face when you got a notification from your kimoyo beads. Suddenly, Bucky’s face appeared before and he immediately took in your red and puffy eyes, “What’s wrong, doll?”

You waved him off, “Nothing. Steve sent me a birthday present, so the waterworks came.”

“That punk. I’ll make sure to beat him up the next time I see him. How’s the party?”

“Its great! Tony and Pepper gave me a 20% share of the company, Shuri—” you absentmindedly went out your room, not thinking about anyone seeing you talking to Bucky, then BOOM, you ran into your sisters in the hallway.

“Bitch, is that the Winter Soldier!?!?” Casey all but screeched. You immediately pulled them inside your room, so no one could see or hear them. “Y/N he’s fine! So, this was the James you were talking about. What kind of conditioner he use, because his hair is on point,” Casey rambled.

“I gotta handle this Buck. Talk to you later?”

Bucky saw your problem and quickly reassured you, “Yeah no problem, doll. Happy birthday and talk to you later.”

“Doll???” Both of your sisters questioned playfully.

Frustrated that they caught you talking to an international fugitive, you asked your sisters, “What the hell y’all doing up here?”

“We were coming up to say goodbye to our baby sister. What the hell you doing talking to an international fugitive,” Jemilah threw right back.

It was Casey turned to speak, “Didn’t he kidnap your ass once and kill T’Challa’s daddy?”

“Yes, to the first question, but he was brainwashed and no to the second, someone used his face as a mask and framed him,” you informed your sisters. Giving them both your puppy dog eyes, you pleaded to them, “Promise y’all won’t say anything. Even to your husbands.”

Jemilah and Casey came and sat on the bed with you and each grabbed one of your hands. “Y/N you know we won’t. If you say he didn’t do those things, then he didn’t do it. We trust you. Now you better hope mama don’t find out he’s the reason you’re not with Erik, because she would flip her shit,” Casey confided in you. Thankful for your sisters you hugged them and returned downstairs to say goodbye to the rest of the guests.

When you returned back to your room, you found Erik without his shirt laying on the bed and scrolling through his phone. Deciding to skip a shower for now you got out of your outfit, just leaving you with your bra and panties on and joined Erik on the bed. “You know, you didn’t have to give me all those presents for my birthday. I would’ve been fine with one or the other,” you whispered to Erik.

“No, baby girl. You deserve that and so much more. I just wanna show you how much I appreciate you.”

“Honestly E, I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” you said as you traced his scars.

“Are you for real,” Erik asked incredulously as he rolled your body underneath him. “Princess, you saved my life up on that mountain. I owe you my life.”

The battle was getting tiring and you didn’t know if it would ever end, even with the help of the Jabri tribe. One second, you’re knocking out one member of the Border tribe, and then the next you see all of the Border tribe on their knees surrendering to the Dora. And what a sight to see, all of those men kneeling before women. However, you didn’t get to enjoy it for too long, as T’Challa called you over the comms. “Y/N, I need you to meet me on the mountain. Erik’s hurt.”

Dropping everything you had and running towards the mountain, you replied, “I’m on my way.” On your way towards the cousins you thought about how your stay in Wakanda wasn’t suppose to be about fighting a war against your ex-fling. When you came here it was for keeping an eye out onBucky and not wanting to return to America after the way Tony and Steve fell out because of the Accords, but here you are running towards a man, who you had a brief fling but intense connection with, who was also dead set on killing his cousin, because of the sins of his father.

“Bury me in the ocean, with my ancestors that jumped from the ships, because they knew death was better than bondage,” you heard Erik declare. You made it up to the panther mountain just in the nick of time, because Erik was pulling out the spear, but thankfully you stop him. “What the hell are you doing, Y/N,” Erik grunted.

“Saving your dumbass. What do you think?”

Erik chuckled and even near death’s door he was beautiful, “I see you still got jokes. I hope you know I ain’t getting lock’d up, so let go princess.”

“No.”

“No?” Erik echoed.

“Did I stutter nigga? No.”

T’Challa interrupted yours and Erik’s banter, “Y/N, I said help him, not antagonize him.”

Turning towards the rightful king, “Chill, I got this,” you assured him. Turning your attention to the would-be usurper, you instructed Erik, “You’re not dying today, I won’t let you.”  “All the shit you’ve done was payback for you and your dad, right,” you questioned.

At that Erik just shook his head, so you continued on. “But didn’t he just want you to come to Wakanda and experience its wonders?” Again there was another head nod from Erik. “So, why would you want to die? Yeah, you might have to spend a little bit of time locked up, but it won’t be forever. Your cousin understands your pain. You were abandoned as a child with no one in your corner, let T be in your corner now. Let Shuri be in your corner, let Queen Ramonda be in your corner, let me be in your corner!”

By now, both you and Erik had tears falling down. It was a rare moment where both of you were vulnerable and both of you were crying for the boy in Oakland who lost his innocence. You were confident enough that Erik wouldn’t remove the spear, so you let it go and cupped his face instead. “What King T’Chaka did to your father was wrong, but T’Challa is not his father, just like you’re not N’Jobu. He’s T’Challa and you’re N’Jadka, y’all can be better than your fathers ever were.”

“Ok, princess, you got me. Besides I still need to take your country bumpkin ass to Oakland,” Erik joked with you.

“Thank Bas,” T’Challa murmured off to the side.

“Nigga, how many times I gotta tell you I’m from Houston and that’s a major city, not some podunk ass town. Anyways you can’t convince me Cali is better than Texas. Y’all may have Tupac but we got Beyonce and Whataburger is better than In-n-Out,” you argued back with Erik, grateful that he decided to live.

“Whatever, I’ll prove you wrong. But are either one of you niggas gon help me or y’all just gon talk me to death,” Erik questioned. Both you and T’Challa shared a look before y’all rolled your eyes at Erik’s antics and helped him up. You both knew keeping Erik alive was the right thing to do, but you also knew he would sometimes make you regret the decision.

“E, babe, I just talked to you, you responded back as you absentmindedly traced his scars.

“Well, that talk convinced me to live. Now thanks to you, I have a family, I have a home, I have a noble purpose, I get to watch those Wakandan sunsets my dad always talked about. Baby girl, I owe you everything. I’ll be with you always, even if you decide to get with tin man, even though it would be a mistake, because I’m the better choice.” You playfully slapped Erik across his chest, which he thought was an invitation for play fighting.

A couple of minutes later, you ended up on your back again, and one of Erik’s legs in between yours. He cupped your chin, “I’m serious princess. I’ll never stop being thankful,” Erik confessed. For a while the pair of you stared in each other’s eyes until you reached up to kiss him. Then, Erik made quick work of getting rid of his and yours remaining clothes. Once you were both naked, he entered inside of you and for the first time ever, you and Erik made love and not fuck. While he was giving you slow deep strokes, and whispering sweet nothings and praising you in your ear, you fully admitted to yourself that you were falling in love with Erik and being Y/N Udaku-Stevens wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

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[the-galaxy-collector]

Could I request a Prodigal Son fic? (Female) reader x Malcolm insert back in his Harvard days - like study buddies with some fluff and serial killer dad angst?! I’m obsessed with Prodigal Son. I may have to start writing my own fics too!

Here ya go, @thatesqcrush! Hope you like it! 🥰🥰“Here you go, Mal,” you said quietly, setting a cup of team in front of him. 

The steam was still rising off the barely disturbed surface, but you knew it’d be cold by the time he noticed it. Malcolm Bright, forever distracted. He sighed and shut his textbook as you settled in next to him anyway, resting your head on his shoulder, your hands wrapped around your own cup of tea. 

“Mother says that a cup of tea fixes everything,” he explained absentmindedly. 

Surprisingly, he leaned forward to grab his mug, blowing over the top before he began to drink carefully. 

You laughed lightly. “That might be the only thing me and your mother agree on,” you replied in a sharp, clipped tone. 

There was absolutely no way in the world you could like Jessica Whitly less than you did. The way she treated her own son was inexcusable, but the way she looked at you didn’t help matters either. His life had been hard enough without her trying to control every single aspect of it. 

Malcolm paused, his eyebrows raised as he stared at his drink and then at the coffee table in front of you both. “Do you think it’s appropriate to put tea on a coffee table?” he wondered out loud before taking another sip. 

Of course, all this did was make you laugh louder. Odd thoughts like that reminded you of when you first met Malcom, when he was shy and reserved and couldn’t look directly at you without his whole face turning a brilliant shade of red. It’d taken forever to get to where you were now with him, especially in the whole ‘no-touching’ department. No one was allowed to touch Malcolm, save for you, and you knew why. Your patience had paid off, though. He was easily the most interesting, charismatic, and genuinely warm person you’d been around in ages. Every single day was different and fun. 

“What about feet?” you countered, putting yours up and wiggling your toes. 

You were still wearing the striped socks he’d put in your stocking last Christmas, even though it was July. 

“Well, if you’re allowed to do that, tea shouldn’t be a problem,” he concluded, winking at you. 

As he put his cup down again, you leaned over and gave him a soft kiss before following his movements. 

“Oh,” he murmured, smiling goofily as you pulled back. “I still love it when you surprise me like that.” 

“I know,” you admitted. “That’s why I keep doing it.” 

In the next second, you found your hands in his hair as his lips made their way up your neck and along your jawline. Just when you were about to crawl into his lap, you both heard voices right outside his door. 

“Do it, man!” 

Suddenly, something slapped against the wood aggressively. A second voice you could hardly make out whispered his uncertainties about being caught. 

“Chill out. He’s a pussy, dude. He won’t come out here,” the first one argued. 

You were up and headed for the door before Malcolm had time to process any of it. You yanked it open, briefly catching a glimpse of an article about The Surgeon that had been taped to the front. 

“I didn’t know I had to hand out free ass-kickings today, but I don’t exactly mind either,” you retorted loudly. “Unless you two would rather fuck right the hell off instead?” 

They both gulped. “Yes, ma’am.” 

They ran away as you continued to yell at them. “And if you or any of your little friends come back here again, you’ll be in the dean’s office so fast it’ll make your head fucking spin.”

You watched until they disappeared, your chest heaving quickly as the anger overcame you. Turning back to shut the door, you noticed Malcolm staring at the article. The words baby serial killer were written across the top in red marker and all caps. 

His face had gone slack and pale before you had time to react this time, and he retreated further into his room, slamming the door behind him. You crumpled the article in your palm, making sure to throw it back into the hallway so he wouldn’t have to see it again. 

You had been sure at some point people were going to get tired of pulling the same shit, but they never seemed to. Malcolm’s father had gone to jail over ten years ago, and yet, he was still the butt of every frat house initiation on campus. He ignored it most of the time, but that tactic was starting to work less and less. 

You locked the door again, making your way to Malcolm’s bedroom. You wasted no time in crawling in behind him. He was curled up tightly, hugging his pillow, so you fit yourself around him and played big spoon. 

“Hey,” you whispered. “It’s not your fault, you know that, right? You can’t control who your father is. Or was. You can only control who you are now. And who you are now is a wonderful person, Malcolm Bright.” 

“It’s never gonna stop.” His voice trembled with each word, like he was about to cry. “I’m never going to get any peace. It’ll overshadow my whole life.”

You kissed his hair affectionately and squeezed him tighter. “No. It won’t. Not unless you let it.” He nodded like he understood, but you didn’t trust it. “Hey. Tell me what you need. Do you wanna go to sleep? Go back to the living room and study? Or, ya know, we could have sex.” 

You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively as he rotated to look back at you. It made him laugh, which had been the point. 

“Will you, uh, tie me down with my cuffs again?” he asked timidly. 

He’d only recently gotten brave enough to share that little fantasy with you in the last few weeks, but you both loved it. 

“Of course I will,” you replied sweetly, kissing his nose. 

“Okay,” he said, sitting up on his elbows, his eyes clear again. 

It’s not often that he can forget about his past, but you are never more happy than when he’s himself. Free to live his life with you.

#prodigal son #prodigal son fox #prodigal son on fox #malcolm bright #malcolm whitly #malcolm bright fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #malcolm bright fanfiction #prodigal son fanfic #prodigal son fanfiction #galaxy writes again #finally

[hazzabeeforlou]

February Writing Goals

@evilovesyou thank you for the tag sweetheart! The month is now over half gone... wait it’s almost ALL gone... fuck... well, my goals were short anyways.

1. Edit PITS (I really want to have the publishable version done by my birthday, ug I’m scared of failure and am postponing but I really really really need to get my ass on this) 

2. Do another short entry in my exes to lovers series (the next one is based on Perfect Now and yes I’ve written two version and no I don’t like either so back to the drawing board) 

3. Continue clonking away on The Garden part 2. All my lovely betas who agreed to culture/time period/plot check for me  ( @pattern-pals @hishipsdontlie      @wait4ever @thewhitecitrus @a-reluctant-witch @iamasphodelknox ) are no doubt thinking I’ve checked out, but in reality I chomp on this story all day every day. It has so many pieces that just have to fit PERFECTLY, and every time I go back to it there’s just an overwhelming amount of things that need to flow better or make more sense or be said in more consumable ways, and also just the content is daunting. I’ve watching the 18 hour Ken Burns vietnam doc, I’ve watched docs about the SDS and the Black Panthers and Malcom X and I’ve checked out fucking BOOKS on the Kent State shooting and I have pages and pages of notes, all to try to grasp the turmoil of the period, and yet it’s still so difficult to find the right voice throughout my narrative. Perhaps that comes with splicing literally biblical Jesus with 1969. It’s just strange to put that context on divinity. ANYWAYS. I promise I’m still working on this, it’s just gonna take a while. I’m also like, busy, so.... ya. ugg. 

IDK who wants to do this as February is almost OVER so if you see this and you wanna, consider yourself TAGGED!

#writing stuff

[hashtagartistlife]

one of the most tragic things you can experience as a reader especially of fiction is... the moment books ceases to be magical? the moment you stop being able to just immerse yourself in the story and you can... see the gears behind the watch face, so to speak. Can see the piano wires holding up the circus.  The moment the book ceases to be fiction and instead you can see the author behind every word, directing each sentence, placing every word. And yes, maybe all fiction is a kind of deceit that is mutually agreed upon between the author and the reader and we all just know (nudge-nudge, wink-wink) to look away from the piano wires, but the circus isn’t sufficiently distracting enough anymore for me to do so. 

honestly the most tragic part about it all is i’m not even that sad about it. i say tragic but it’s nothing so dramatic as that. I feel like how my jaded twenty-five-year-old self watching my six-year-old self figure out santa claus isn’t real might feel. mild pity and a bittersweet well, that’s how it is, really. you become too grown for it all one day. which is ironic, because one of the main themes of the book itself was caution against the idea of rationality and intellect becoming the hallmarks of being grown, that we should all learn to keep open hearts and minds and allow for the irrational. 

frustratingly, i say all this but i still have book-hangover, that awful empty yawning feeling after you’ve finished something and this series in particular has always done this to me, it’s why it’s always had an immovable implacable place at the top of my favourites list. But I don’t.... like this book, the newest in the series, in a conventional way. (and by extension, I don’t think I like the whole series anymore in the conventional way.) I don’t feel glowy or happy about it or would enthusiastically recommend it to people. There are books I simply like, that i enjoy and revel in; there are books that i have a high and warm regard for by virtue of their excellent writing; there are books that profoundly touch me and I am fondly thankful for it. 

this book, this series... if i HAD to classify it they’d fall in the latter category - books that profoundly touch me, move me, change me to some extent - but I’m not sure if I’m thankful for it. Maybe I need to wait for the new trilogy to conclude before I can decide on how I feel for it. But this series has always touched something in me. The new book still does, despite my seeing the mechanism behind the glossy exterior. Is a painting less a painting because I know the makeup of the paint used to create it? Is the circus less a circus because I can see the piano wires holding it up? But it’s not just... the technical skill of the acrobats or the artistic talent of the coordinator that’s touching me. it’s the magic of the circus itself, still, even when i know it’s just piano wires. the paradox-- you know it’s all mundane, you know, and yet, as tired as it is, as jaded as i am, a little tarnished, but still... 

anyway, as a from-the-mother’s-womb catholic who was raised in churches every sunday and was born with a christian name as well as a birth name and has a deep love of hymns and still finds peace in churches and under stained glass mosaics i have..... nebulous and also extremely niche and specific feelings about the his dark materials universe and as a tired 25 year old depressed millenial just trying to survive i also have nebulous and also extremely niche and specific feelings about the latest book in it and i’d just like somebody who is more articulate than i am to just..... write an essay about my feelings for me exactly so i don’t have to go through the laborious process of sorting out my own feelings for this book 

but fuck the latest love line this book is trying to push. that part of my feelings is not at all nebulous and is very much concrete and much as i think malcom polstead is a Good Man and much as i don’t care about large age gaps in relationships irl as long as people are both consenting adults.......................................................... he’s 31 she’s 20 he saw her since she was a baby he’s been her teacher at one point and oh he’s so reluctant about it all because by all moral codes it’s wrong but everyone around him is telling him ‘you’re both adults now’ helLO SHE’S BARELY OUT OF CHILDHOOD I’M 25 AND ONLY RECENTLY CAN I THINK OF MYSELF AS AN ADULT. fuck you very much. fuck you very much for this love line. anyway. guess it’s gonna be another couple years before i see the end of this one way or another. god, i miss will. 

#sera life #the book is #the secret commonwealth #for those wondering

[dlamp-dictator]

You know, I wanted to talk about the fun parts of the latest Arknights event, like how Texas and Waii Fu got into a fist fight in the streets of Lungmen. I wanted to start a small essay about how Granbelm’s Anna Fugo was a great and interesting villain and how Granbelm as a who was a pretty good mecha anime. I wanted to talk about how awfully predatory AFK Arena’s gacha system is.

But before all that, I think it’s high time I actually lived up the “X” part of Allen X.

So, I hate talk about current events, namely because they heavily date my posts. As such I usually save them for my end-of-the-year pieces that are dated by design. However, I don’t think I can quietly watch a lot of what’s going on in my country without at least addressing its existence.To be silent is to be compliant after all. I’ll try and keep this as brief as I can, but no promises. 

But like most of my Ramblings, some background.

As of me writing this, the date is May 31st, 2020. For those unaware, a George  Floyd has been killed by a police officer via strangulation a while back. As sad as it is for me to say, this is honestly nothing new in America. Racial discrimination and prejudice by law enforcement is, frankly, older than this country. However, this seems to have been the tipping point, as several states and larger cities have erupted into mass protest. For most of my research and feed searching, the protest have been mostly peaceful, and a lot of the violence has seemed to be done by White Nationalist groups like the Proud Boys and the KKK in an attempt to smear the peaceful protests, even by a few police officers.

My small town is as quiet as ever, but the world around me has exploded.

I’m usually seen as a quiet and thoughtful person for the most part in real life. I think only a handful of my friends actually know my temper can get razor thin in times of stress, and this has been a pretty stressful time for me. So... I’ll break this down as thoroughly as I can. I’ll try and stay calm and professional as I usually am in most of my ramblings, but I can’t make promises on that.

But let’s get to the first point.

Things are Scary

Something I was going to save for a future Art/Writing rambling, but I don’t think enough people have been admitting that things are very scary right now. In the same vein that I don’t think enough people admit art and writing is hard, I don’t think enough people, enough people with actual pull to their words, are admitting that, yes, things are very scary right now as of May 31st 2020.

In January we had a political situation that nearly started War World 3. In February we had the announcement of a global virus that is still just as contagious and deadly as it was then, and possibly was running about by late December. In either March or April I believe had major flooding in the state of Michigan, and now it seems we’re going to end May with civil rights protests where police and military are attacking protesters seemingly unprovoked.

And this is all very scary.

I know my words don’t have the same weigh as a celebrity or a political figure, but I feel that validation of basic human emotion is the key to coming to an understanding, so I’ll say again: this is all scary stuff. It feels like as my world continues to turn uninterrupted while the world around me is just turning more and more to ash. It’s like being in a safe haven while watching people run from a fire slowly approaching, and it’s scary. It’s outright terrifying. And I think it’s important to admit this and accept this. You can be afraid, you can say you’re afraid, you can cry and worry about how scary things are. Accepting those feelings is important, just don’t let them control you.

That said.

Allen X’s Take on Things

Here’s what I can say so far. 

A lack of police accountability has be a fact of life here in the US for years, decades even.

The police have far more power than we give them credit for.

While many of my dealings with police have been good, I get the feeling I’m the exception to the rule.

Our current federal leadership has been nothing short of ignorant, arrogant, and domineering toward not only minorities, but the general population.

Supporters of this leaderships are, frankly, remarkably ignorant at best, and criminally dangerous at worst. 

We have reached a point were basic health regulations such as wearing masks in the middle of a global pandemic is now a partisan issue. This is bad. 

We have reached a point where more police accountability during a time of global pandemic is now politically divisive. This is also bad.

I could go on, but these are the most pressing thoughts I have on our current situation and the nicest I can be about this topic while maintaining an air of professionalism. Like I said, things are scary. The more I look into things, the worse I feel about the state of this country. The only positive thing I can say is that it should all be over once election day comes. 

Now, here’s something else I’d like to state.

Allen X is Black

I never enjoy talking about my ethnicity on the internet. As someone who talks more about video games, anime, manga, and general niche “otaku” media, I feel like my ethnicity and race rarely play a role in my opinion of Asian media, as I’d always be viewing it as an outsider regardless. However, with this topic I feel I should at least state that there is a reason I use X as a stand-in for my pseudo last name. It was originally the name of an old self-insert OC, Allen X. Walker, but when I realized Allen Walker was already taken, I just left it to Allen X. A cheeky nod to both how a lot of only aliases of the early 2000s had “X” as a stand-in to keep original names, and a to my ethnicity, riffing on Malcom X, who used that letter as a stand-in for the last name our ancestors had stolen when taken to the US by force to work the plantations.

As I said, my race is rarely relevant to what I cover, but it does effect my everyday life. I get nervous when I say on my application sheets that I’m Black, wondering if that’d be a black mark. I get twitchy whenever I do my laps around my predominately white neighborhood, wondering if I’d get snide looks and sneers. I get agitated whenever anyone uses the n-word due to it never meaning anything positive in my past. I annoyed when people assume I’m either British or from the UK due to my not having the typical accent of most Black people since I lived in a white neighborhood for most of my life and took speech classes as a child to speak “normally”. Hell, I was bullied by the Black seniors in my high school as a Freshman for not being “Black enough”. And more recently, I was kicked out of the neighborhood I do my rollerblading laps in because that neighborhood suddenly became “private property” when some new neighborhoods moved in. New neighbors that are fine with me being ran over by a car, but not “trespassing” on their sidewalks.

Needless to say, I am very familiar with racism and prejudice. It doesn’t effect me as badly as the folks in the south and especially where these protests are, but I am familiar with it. And when I see these videos and tweets of the violence and police brutality, the anger of the people, it’s terrifying. It terrifying that this is real and is happening just a few states down south of me, and possible one state north of me. It’s terrifying that all this is happening so brazenly and with very few people in our system of government, at least at the executive level, doing anything about. And it’s terrifying that I’m not seeing this on too many major news channels and sites. That’s partially due to me rarely looking up the news aside from headlines, but most major places I’ve seen, save for maybe CNN, really haven’t been talking much about it, not as much as I’d like anyway. It’s all just a lot to take in, and those nervous moments I have due to my ethnicity start to make me shake with fear some days now.

But... I need to move on to the next topic, for the sake of my sanity.

What Must be Said

Like before, I feel like there are things that must be said. To be silent is to be compliant, and while my own position in life is a little to fragile to break out the picket signs and parade the streets, I will at least use my online voice to state what I feel must be stated, if only to say what I do and don’t agree with. 

With that said:

Injustices by the police and general law enforcement must be given accountability.

The murder of innocent minority, racial or otherwise, is wrong and must be given the proper punishments.

The lack of care toward healthcare, workers’ rights, civil rights, and so on must be ratified.

Law enforcement should never be seen as or used as a force of fear as it currently is now.

And during a health pandemic like we are now, safety should be a prime concern before anything else. For the police to be acting as they are now makes me fearful of the future.

The fact that I have to say any of that, the fact that any of that is controversial is appalling. The fact that a simple hashtag like #blacklivesmatter is controversial is appalling. The fact that I even hesitated to write that hashtag to maintain professionalism is appalling. It sickens me a little to live in a country where any of that is said, written, or typed with a hint of hesitation or worry. It’s just... so appalling.

That’s all I have to say on this subject, at least in this tone. My purer, more raw thoughts I’ll save for my friends and family in private.

But... I think that leaves us with one question left before I end this. Which is...

How Did We Get Here?

Folks, I am a knowledgeable man, but I don’t consider myself an intelligent one. I didn’t study years of the underlying racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, Islamophobia, and antisemitism that lead to our situation.

However... I am very sarcastic and sharp-tongued man. I don’t show that side of myself often here on the internet aside from jokes and jabs at nonsensical things like anime, as it breaks my typical persona of an analytical and professional man, but I think I can sum up what’s happening by paraphrasing single quote that I feel many of the wrong people have used to justify their own feelings of injustices. So with that said:

What do you get when you cross an abused and patient minority with a society that abandons them and treats them like trash?

“I’ll tell you what you get. You get what you fucking deserve.”

Anyway, ideally I’ll have a much happy topic to talk about later this week. Like Arknights. Like I said in the beginning, A former mafia delivery girl got into a fist fight with a kung fu detective, a lot of fun things happened in the latest event.

#your dictator is speaking

[chubbyooo]

Party Crashers

I want to write but haven’t properly written the next bit of blurred lines so I’m doing a little writing practice

Gacen and Risha attend a fancy event, what could possibly go wrong

Gacen closed his eyes, he was staring at his holopad showing him an invitation on his holopad “you are cordially invited to Coruscant for some gala for those helping with the war or something” he assumed that’s what it said he’d skimmed the invite. He hated going to these things if there was one thing about working for the republic he hated it was all the damn republic pr. Still that wasn’t the important part the important part was the fact that it had a plus one option, after their moment in the alley Gacen needed a good excuse for a date to make the thing with Risha official this was good enough right? He’d sacrifice his own dignity for a few hours to make it real, but now he had to do the hardest part he had to ask her what the hell was he gonna say.

Gacen played through each possible scenario and eventually realised he’d been standing there for like an hour, he swallowed all his pride and made his way to the engine room. When he arrived he saw Risha sweating out of breath, her coat was around her waist, she was messing with the hyperdrive with a wrench Gacen had no idea what she was doing but it��d probably make the ship better. Covered in soot looking quite tired Gacen was amazed how the hell was she still so stunning even now, maybe he just had rose tinted goggles about the whole thing. Risha turned to look to him with a grin, nope she’s just that pretty that’s a fact he thought as she frowned at him, she dropped the wrench folding her arms at him.

Risha raised an eyebrow “do you need something from me Gacen” wow she could see right through him Gacen went red why was this so hard he asked out girls all the time

Gacen cleared his throat “well uh yeah there’s well there’s this uh stupid gala thing I have to go to for the republic it’s stupid but well I am supposed to bring a plus o-” Risha walked up to him putting her finger to his lips

Risha smirked “I’ll go find something to wear” she gave him a quick peck on the lips and left to find something to wear. Gacen was left there wide eyed wow that was way easier than he was expecting he was stunned but he guessed pleased, he glanced to the wrench on the floor he hoped that Risha hadn’t left the hyperdrive on the fritz.

later...

Gacen buttoned up his red and black suit he chuckled he certainly had a theme, he had to admit he looked amazing in suits and it seemed others liked him just as much in them so every now and again he’d do the galaxy a favour and wear one. Red jacket, black shirt, red tie the classic Gacen look this suit had won him more games of Pazzak than he could count. He looked in the mirror at his mohawk he narrowed his eyes for a second should he do something with it what was there to do with it he thought it looked best that way, but other people seemed to disagree one of which was his date for the night. He picked up the comb moving it in his hands took a deep breath combing his hair down to the side, he brushed it out his eyes and looked into the mirror immediately regretting it he looked awful and he didn’t have any gel to fix it. Gacen sighed he’d not even got to the gala yet and he already would be making a fool of himself, he heard a knock on his door startling as he dropped his comb well here goes. He remotely unlocked the door revealing Risha wearing an elegant long black dress with long gloves of the same colour she was posing eyebrow raised but her posture quickly changed as she began laughing making eye contact with Gacen. 

Gacen let a long sigh “yeah I know the hair but in my defence you said my mohawk was stupid” Risha continued giggling

She collected herself walking up to him “no the hair looks cute it was just a surprise that’s all” she leant in kissing him “besides I only make fun of your mohawk cause it makes you so mad” Gacen let himself smile she was right there. Risha moved back striking an elegant pose “so did I nail it or what” Gacen couldn’t argue there she looked amazing 

Gacen nodded “oh yeah everyone is gonna be so jealous Rish” Risha gave a warm smile which surprised Gacen that looked like a genuine smile maybe he wasn’t as bad at this as he thought 

Risha gestured for him to link arms “I like hair down Gacen he’s certainly a gentleman” Gacen linked arms grinning him a gentleman that didn’t sound right

Gacen chuckled “me a gentleman you insult me my lady” he made very over the top posh gestures, Risha gave him a mild grin she loved his antics he could tell behind all that Drayen coolness.

They made their way out of the ship and began making their way to the building the gala was being held at. Risha tugged on his arm “so who exactly is gonna be at this event anyone we’re gonna need to get in the good books of” Gacen wracked his brain trying to think of the last gala thing he was at, memories were somewhat fuzzy he seemed to remember being quite drunk.

Gacen frowned “oh the usual some important jedi, a couple high ranking military people, spies, senators basically anyone who can help with the war effort” Risha nodded looking less than pleased with the list

Risha chuckled “not exactly our scene then” Gacen nodded “at least we get a good night out of it” Gacen could certainly agree there this night was gonna be awesome

Gacen chuckled “most the time at these thinks I just get super hammered and make a fool of myself” he turned to Risha who had an expression that he could interpret clearly as ‘DONT’ “buuut this time I think I won’t need to do that” Risha’s expression softened as they arrived outside the building

Inside the lobby was a small line of people at the elevator before Gacen had a chance to walk over though he heard “GACEN” from his left as a few seconds later something had rapped their arms around him. He looked across startled to see the Basen’thor hugging him she was wearing a long yellow dress with white gloves, after a few seconds she let him go beaming at the two of them

He turned back to Risha who was looking at him with a confused smile “who’s this Gacen?” Gacen was still so flustered from her sudden appearance 

Gacen cleared his throat “uh this is um” he knew it started with a K but he couldn’t remember it “Ka- uh Ky no Ku uh” god damn booze, the Basen’thor gave him an awkward look

She held out her hand to Risha “Kavaraa Basen’thor for the jedi it’s nice to meet you” Kavaraa ohhh that made sense wow he felt so awkward right now he looked to Kavaraa who had seemingly moved past it

He gestured to Risha “uh and this is Risha Drayen my date” Risha shook the togrutas hand and chuckled to herself

“wonderful to meet you despite my dates bad memory” Kavaraa chuckled Gacen felt so bad

Kavaraa continued smiling “no worries by my memory he was quite drunk at the time it’s wonderful to see him with someone though I’m sure you’ll be great together” Gacen’s eyes widened as he remembered Kavaraa’s forwardness 

Gacen quickly cut her off from going further “uh yes well It’s early days so uh well anyway how about you do you have a plus one this year” nice conversation deflection Gacen, thanks Gacen.

Kavaraa looked away awkwardly “well uh no unfortunately not I’m on my own again but hopefully that’ll mean I can discuss tactics with people” Gacen felt bad for Kavaraa now that he remembered every time they’d been to one of these she’d been on her own. Gacen had the same situation at the prior galas but he was a full on disaster so no date was expected. It was fine before when Gacen didn’t have anyone either because she didn’t stand out but now he had a super pretty queen on his arm his status had rather changed. Kavaraa looked towards the event “well I uh won’t keep you any longer it was nice to see you both, I love your hair by the way Gacen” she quickly scurried off leaving Gacen and Risha alone, huh the hair was a hit.

Risha squeezed his arm playfully “she’s certainly bubbly I didn’t think that was your type” Gacen inhaled shocked

Gacen frowned “uh a no we never dated where did you get that idea” Risha cocked her head at him

“you pretended not to know her name her” Gacen chuckled to himself 

“no Risha that really was because I was drunk, I’ve been drunk every time I’ve met her I guess her name just slipped through the cracks” Risha closed her eyes nodding understandingly

she couldn’t help but chuckle “yeah actually that makes a lot of sense” she tugged on his arm “come on let’s go pretend to be high class” Gacen smiled he could certainly get behind that.

They made their way into the event and were met with a huge room full of everyone who’s anyone in the republic, he could see the Shans/Malcoms (weird family), Master Sumalee, that spy guy Balkar?, some senators he didn’t recognise all the usual.

Risha walked forward “wow this is so fancy I love it why have you never invited me to this before I totally would’ve come” Gacen’s eyes widened what it was that easy how did he miss that. Risha grinned deviously oh she was fucking with him she beckoned him over “come on lets get something to eat I’m starving” they made their way over to the food table or as Gacen called it the reason he came to these things.

Gacen immediately grabbed a plate and filled it with a bunch of food turning to see Risha looking at him with her eyebrow raised “you’re an animal you know that” Gacen shrugged he wasn’t apologising for loving food. He made his way along the table stopping when he saw a figure to his left staring at him he turned to see an unfamiliar blue chiss. Female long black hair, bangs wearing what seemed like armour, she had a pretty noticeable scar on her face looked lightning related.

Gacen frowned “um can i help you miss” he stood up balancing his mountain of food, the chiss looked him up and down without a word nodding

The chiss scoffed “I see” Gacen frowned who the hell did this chick think she was ‘I see’ we’ll see about that, despite the outrage Gacen did nothing but stood there awkwardly. “and the republic hired you because they thought you’d help us?” ok wow there’s some salty judging on that statement

Gacen screwed his face up “yeah what’s it to you” the chiss looked at him perfectly calm Chiss were always like that, it was pretty weird to see a chiss at a republic gala though

the chiss took a deep breath “My name is Ash’shen’tor I represent Havoc squad and I would like to think I have a vested interest on who works to further the war effort” oh it’s like that he always had people questioning his methods but he got results, well he did an adequate job, well he got out alive usually, well most of the time.

Gacen tried to stand up taller but was fully aware of the imposing form of the chiss “well Ash I may look like a bit of a scoundrel and that’s because I am that’s why I am being used to further your precious war effort” Ash’s eyes narrowed at him

she moved up to him even though he was taller than her he felt like she was towering over him “first of all no one calls me Ash second of all I’m rather against the use of smugglers I think they’re ineffective and brash” Gacen swallowed hard wow she was intimidating

Gacen tried his best to cool off “well as I remember it’s not your call soldier” at that she did move back with a subtle glare, just before she responded she seemed to get a holocall turning away from Gacen. 

Gacen let out a big sigh of relief turning to see Risha looking at him “yikes talk about sergeant scary” Gacen did an over the top yikes face then walked back over to her

They began walking to a table and after they were out of earshot of the chiss Gacen spoke up “yeah what crawled up her ass and died, I’m doing an alright job for the republic” Risha shrugged Gacen imagined he would see sergeant scary again hopefully not too often.

They sat down and began eating immediately Gacen remembered why he came to these events shovelling the food down then looking to Risha, she was wincing at him he slowed down he forgot he had an image to preserve today. Gacen still couldn’t believe she’d said yes, it had certainly taken a while to get her but she was here he hoped she didn’t think it was a mistake. She looked so beautiful and totally out of his league how in the force was he gonna spin this, she was definitely the hottest girl here he was only getting by on his charm but how far did that go? 

Gacen realised he’d been staring at her for way too long she was looking back at him frowning “you alright there dumbass” ok now was the time he’d just be honest

Gacen leant in “you’re just so beautiful I dunno I’m just so stunned you came” Risha smiled chuckling

“wow who knew you were such a gooey romantic” Gacen chuckled wow that was really gooey wasn’t it

he raised his eyebrow “I am not how dare you” Risha laughed slapping the table “it’s just a fact you know”

A droid band began playing as a space was cleared for dancing Risha smiled holding out her hand “alright mister romance how about a dance” oh god Gacen had no idea how to dance like that

confidence right don’t mess it up “Um sure let’s dance” he took Risha’s hand leading her to the dance floor. His mind immediately began to race how do you dance? what is ballroom dancing? what if he stepped on her feet? He turned around and attempted to lead her to the beat for a few seconds, quickly he found himself nearly tripping over Risha causing her to stifle a laugh

she helped him steady himself “ok Gacen how about I lead us so you don’t end up on the floor” Gacen nodded embarrassed he never learnt ballroom dancing when would he have had the chance on Dathomir? “ok just follow my lead it’s easy” Risha began moving to tempo and Gacen tried his best to keep up. “there you go you’re getting it” 

Gacen was starting to get the hang of it managing at least to follow Risha’s footsteps “so I assume they teach ballroom dancing in princess class” Gacen chuckled to himself 

Risha gave him an icy glare “I can always let you lead” Gacen shut his mouth at that quietly following Risha’s movements as the waltz piece transitioned into a slow dance piece.

Gacen’s eyes widened oh god were they ready for this, this was just a first date that seemed like a bit much right “um uh Risha are you ok wi-” as if in response Risha pulled him in close putting her arms on his shoulders

she smiled “just go with it dumbass don’t ruin the moment” Gacen nodded trying to put the anxious thoughts to the back of his mind. He put his arms around her shoulders and again allowed her to lead for fear of further embarrassment. They stared into each others eyes for a few minutes before Gacen tried his best to be brave grinning “how’s this for romantic” he pulled her in for a long passionate kiss

eventually they pulled away blushing “wow yeah uh that’s much more like you” Gacen was so happy right now he could die in this moment, he could forget about everything that happened if he could just stay here in this perfect moment just stay here please. He saw something out the corner of his eye he looked away from Risha as he spotted someone moving in the shadows, he frowned looking around he could see more of them what were they?

He looked back to Risha “we need to move” Risha frowned at him confused “somethings wrong I think there’s some bad people here” Risha nodded quickly following him as they headed off the dance floor. As they did a large explosion sounded from behind them causing them to jump behind the tables. 

Gacen instinctively pushed over the table hiding behind it, Risha shuffled up against him “what the hell was that!” Gacen looked over the table to see people running to tables as the droid staff began shooting at them.

Gacen ducked back down avoiding a blaster bolt “well it seems the gala has been infiltrated again” Risha frowned at him confused

Risha looked at him pointedly “what do you mean again!!” that was a fair question 

Gacen awkwardly held the back of his neck “well this kinda happened two galas ago” Risha looked furious oh no 

“and you didn’t think to tell me” she lifted up the leg of her dress getting a blaster out that was strapped to her leg “all i have to defend myself is this” 

Gacen looked at her wide eyed “I know this isn’t pressing but wow you’re hot right now” Risha gave him a confused but appreciative look, he got his own blaster out “and too be fair I thought they had their security in check this time”. Suddenly a blue form jumped over the table landing on the right of Gacen, he recognised it as the chiss he met earlier Ash

She cursed to herself “damn it I told them they should’ve checked the droids but no you’re just being paranoid sir it was two years ago sir” she picked up a large rifle off her back turning to see Gacen and Risha “oh of course” she grimaced before returning fire to the droids. 

Gacen proceeded to do the same but was surprised when a large holoscreen appeared with a bald chiss on it, looked imperial in nature “my apologies for the intrusion ladies and gentlemen but I have a score to settle” Gacen could see the jedi present begin to cut through the droids as a number of cloaked individuals appeared from the shadows. 

After the volley ended Gacen ducked behind the table “um sir commander sergeant whatever who’s that?” Ash had not stopped firing as volleys of blaster fire passed their heads.

Ash didn’t respond until her blaster had to reload “that is Cipher nine an agent in imperial intelligence and lets just say he would want many people in this room dead” she picked up a separate blaster of her belt and began firing it “myself included”

Gacen could here the sound of sabers clashing oh no how many people were here “um Ash how can we help” Ash continued shooting without a word

She eventually looked back down to him “you can stay here you’re civilians” with that she jumped over the table

Gacen turned to Risha baffled “civilians my ass we’re not just gonna stay here right Rish?” Risha held her blaster up smiling

“do you even have to ask?” Gacen grinned “definitely not how I expected our first date to go” Gacen chuckled as they made their way round the rapidly forming table barricade 

“I’ll admit it was a little less extravagant” Risha laughed as they returned fire to the rapidly decreasing droid populations. Gacen spotted Kavaraa taking on a hooded sith with a purple blade, Ash was taking on about 8 droids at once while Gacen spotted a jedi he believe was called Dzûsa slice through the majority of the droid band.

Risha playfully slapped him on the back “hopefully if we don’t die it can still end the same way” Gacen gasped wow she really was forward he refocussed he had to stop these droids. 

They dropped down next to a man with spiky brown hair “Gacen Zandar and Risha Drayen here to help” the man turned to him he had cybernetic implants and a big red jacket, Gacen liked this guy.

He smiled at them “Theron Shan SIS, I’ve been slicing into the tech controlling the droids and it seems there’s a transmitter in this room now normally I’d go right for it but” he revealed a small scorch mark on his leg “I’m slightly impaired” Gacen nodded he could do that running head long into danger and improvising was his jam

“I can go just show me where it is” Theron showed him a map, he could see it pinging on the balcony overlooking the dance floor, of course it wasn’t easy “awesome can do” he’d think of something. He turned to Risha “I’ll be back in five” Risha frowned at him holding him back

“what makes you think I’m letting you do that alone” ugh how could he spin this

“I don’t want to lose you Risha” he leant in kissing her “just let me be heroic this once I’ll never do it again I swear” Risha reluctantly nodded “see you soon” Gacen vaulted over the table and began running across the battlefield. 

Ok how the hell was he gonna get up to that balcony let’s just get near it first, he saw a droid turn to him ready to pepper him with blaster fire. He slid under the legs firing a volley at the droid as he slid under, he saw Kavaraa to the right she was pretty busy with the hooded sith she couldn’t force him up there. He turned to his left where a few others fought the droids that side seemed less urgent he spun around sprinting over to the mess of droids surrounding Ash. He threw a flash grenade which he hoped blinded them all maybe also Ash, then he proceeded to fire at each of them taking out 6 of the 8. Ok he could hand to hand this he went to punch the droid on his side but as his fist impacted he reeled back his hand stinging with pain how did Ash do it. He looked to see the other two swiftly dismantled by the Chiss wow she was so strong, he offered her and hand up but she proceeded to get up on her own leaving before he could ask for her help. Dammit where to now he looked to see Dzûsa fighting a sith nearby ok this was risky

he called over “Dzûsa!!” the big sith pureblood turned his head letting out a hearty smile 

he parried this siths attacks effortlessly “Gacen!! my friend what do you need” he turned back to the sith managing to disarm them perfect

Gacen tried his best to concentrate “can you force throw me up to that balcony there’s some transmitter controlling the droids there” Dzûsa nodded as the sith began to fire lightning at him 

he blocked the lightning with his saber “absolutely just make sure to pick a good moment” the sith brought the saber back to her hand as Gacen began to run. He jumped and as he did he felt the push from Dzûsa propel him up to the balcony landing on it with a heavy thud. After a few seconds he stood up ok ok ok transmitter transmitter he looked around spotting a mouse droid in front of him. Oh god he sighed as he began to try and grab it, the droid shot away Gacen promptly followed taking out his blaster and trying his best to aim at it as it shot down the corridor. Gacen quickly ran out of breath but to his luck the droid reach a dead end at the elevator, Gacen ran over as the elevator arrived jumping in with it. He grabbed the droid and tried to dismantle it as the elevator descended, but he couldn’t destroy it so instead he held it out and shot it with his blaster. The thing fell inactive and Gacen wondered if he succeeded, a few seconds later the lift arrived and he stood up rushing out to see the droids all back to normal, there was no sign of the sith looks like they had buggered off. He made his way back into the main chamber seeing Kavaraa nearest her dress looked ripped as she was breathing heavily

Gacen rushed up to her “uh is it over?” Kavaraa nodded putting her saber away

Kavaraa looked surprisingly angry “this was a big operation Darth Nox was here there’s probably a lot more at stake than this gala” Gacen nodded as if he understood what she was on about.

Ash made her way over talking into a comm “agreed I’m having teams move out checking the state of important locations Cipher nine was involved this was more than just a settled score” Gacen was so confused about what that all meant but he’d done his part he could leave now.

Gacen looked around for Risha and quickly spotted her staring at him, they quickly made their way to each other embracing in a long kiss. Risha pulled away smiling at him “wow mr hero himself” Gacen laughed oh god he’d said that hadn’t he “never do that again you know I’m holding you to that promise”

Gacen raised his eyebrow “to be honest it wasn’t that heroic i fought a mouse droid, soooo loophole” Risha chuckled putting her arm around him

“come on dumbass lets go I think we’ve had enough of high society for a while” they walked out of the building arm in arm

Night had now fallen on Coruscant so Gacen put his jacket around Risha “so how’d I do for a first date” Risha grinned at him

“who says the dates over Gacen there’s still plenty of things to do on Coruscant” Risha gestured for him to follow, Gacen just stood still watching her. Risha looked at him puzzled “what are you doing?” Gacen smiled 

Gacen closed his eyes “wishing I could be back here” when he opened them he was back on the ship, no Risha no nothing, back in reality, bottle next to him alone the way things always ended up...

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Double Parallel - Chapter 1 PJO

The morning presented them with bright, blue skies and the clear, fresh scent of rain-watered strawberries. After the commotion last night, Chiron had sent everyone back to bed with orders to stay put until morning. “Don’t move, or I’ll put you with dinner cleanup.” He threatened. He hadn’t even questioned Percy about why he’d been out of his cabin and in the Athena Cabin, which was either a really good sign or a really, really bad sign. Knowing his luck, it was probably the latter.

As breakfast came to a close, Chiron stood up. Everyone hushed. Percy turned his attention to the centaur as he stuffed the last of his blueberries into his mouth. The newcomer had eaten with Chiron and Mr. D, which seemed to weird out not only Percy's lookalike but also Mr. D. Percy noticed that the mystery man's plate was also filled with blue food. He did not look much better. The bags under his eyes had faded a little, but not by much. He looked around like his surroundings were completely new. The very sight of him set Percy on edge.

"Cabin heads," Chiron announced. "Please finish with your meal and head to the big house for an emergency meeting. He trotted off as campers exchanged odd looks and went back to breakfast. More people than usual were shooting odd looks at Percy. This was pretty obvious why, though. The man up beside the uncomfortable Mr. D looked exactly like him, only ten-ish years older.

People began to stand up. As Clarrise passed Percy, she elbowed him hard. "Come on, punk." She snarled. "Cabin heads means you too."

"Oh!" Percy jumped up. He looked uneasily at the older him. Clarrise grabbed the back of his head and pushed him in the general direction of the house.

"C'mon." She growled. "He's coming, anyway."

Percy started walking around of Clarrise. When he was a good distance away from the breakfast area,  he turned and watched as Mr. D led the dark-haired stranger along after them by pointing and gesturing.

Percy made it to the house and squeezed into the same place he'd first been called when he arrived at camp. After everyone was gathered around the table, Chiron stood up.

"Whatever happened last night is to not reach word to as many of the campers as possible." He began. "Has the Athena Cabin been repaired?" He directed at Charles Beckendorf, who was head of the Hephaestus cabin.

Charles nodded and twiddled his thumbs. "We repaired the door early this morning. Nothing inside the cabin was hurt."

Chiron exhaled. "That is good." He said. He turned his sharp gaze to Percy, who wilted a little bit. "And you, Percy, what were you doing in the Athena Cabin?"

"I didn't start there-" Percy blurted out immediately. "I was asleep in my cabin when the door slammed. I heard yelling and followed it to the Athena Cabin."

The older man with the dark hair and sea-green eyes nodded. "I started in his cabin. He was asleep. I rushed out and went to the Athena cabin. I was looking for someone..." He trailed off with pursed lips. The memory looked like it caused him pain. "Annabeth." He said.

Percy's eyes flickered back and forth between Chiron and the older Percy. "Do you... not remember?" He asked.

Chiron shook his head. "Our friend appeared in the Poseidon cabin and remembers nothing save his name, Percy Jackson," He gave Percy a hard, warning look. "And Annabeth's name."

The older Percy shook his head and twisted his hands. "I don't know who she is, but she's important. I don't even know what she looks like."

Percy shrugged. "Well, she's blonde, and she can cut your throat out." The other campers laughed quietly.

"Grey." The older Percy blurted out. He studied Malcom, who was sitting across the table. "She had eyes like yours."

Malcom shifted uncomfortably. "Well, she's my half-sister, so..." He trailed off.

Percy found it incredibly odd that the thing Percy chose to remember about Annabeth was her eyes. He chose not to say anything.

"Well, here's a problem," Clarrise said, glaring between the two Percy's. "There are two Percy Jacksons."

"Two?" The older Percy asked, clearly confused.

Percy cleared his throat. "Um, hi." He said.

The older Percy examined him. "No." He said, finally. "I'm Percy Jackson. We can't both be Percy Jackson."

"No, I totally agree," Percy said, wrinkling his nose. "Where'd you come from, anyway?"

"Nonetheless!" Chiron interrupted. "Percy has no recollection of anything. We have no idea how he managed to appear so suddenly in Camp Half-Blood, or what his purpose is. I've already interrogated him - there is nothing we can garner from him until we have further clue or until he manages to remember something else." Everyone shifted uncomfortably and stared at him.

"Until then," Chiron continued, "We'll treat the older Percy as a normal camper. He will reside in the Hermes cabin." Luke Castellan, the head of the Hermes cabin, wilted a little bit.

"Why?" the older Percy asked. His brow was furrowed, and he looked absolutely confused. "Why not the unknown cabin?"

"Hermes is the unknown cabin," Luke explained. "We hold onto newcomers until they're claimed by their godly parents."

"But..." The older Percy trailed off. The room held its breath. "Never mind." He finally said. "I don't remember. But I don’t belong in the Hermes cabin. I was moved when they discovered my parent. I’m –“

“A son of Poseidon.” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. Percy flinched, and looked around. “Sorry.” He mumbled. “It’s just, he’s obviously me, just older, and the way he collapsed once he was out of the water…” He trailed off.

Chiron nodded like that made sense. “The Hermes cabin is crowded anyway.” He decided. “The two Percy’s will bunk together until further notice. Meeting adjourned.” He stood, along with most of the room.

Percy watched his older counterpart twist his hands. A glint of white caught his eye. He stood up and leaned over the table. “Is that a ring?” He asked loudly.

The room paused, and Chiron looked down at the newcomer’s hand in surprise. “So it is.” He said. “Remember anything about it?” He asked.

The older Percy stretched his hands out and stared at the ring as if seeing it for the first time. He paused as he wracked his brain, and then whispered: “Annabeth.”

Malcom slumped a little. “Annabeth again?” He asked. The disappearance of his half-sister seemed to be really weighing on him.

Chiron looked doubtful. “That looks like a wedding ring.” He said. “Are you certain?”

“Yes.” The older Percy confirmed. “Annabeth put this here. Annabeth.”

Castor, who was head of the Dionysus cabin, wrinkled his nose and said: “You realize that Annabeth is like, twelve, right?”

The older Percy looked completely thrown off by this revelation. “No, she’s not.” He insisted. “I don’t know how old she is, but she’s not twelve. I think she’s… however old I am.”

Percy felt bad for the guy. He couldn’t imagine what it’d be like to not remember anything. Chiron stared at him from across the room. A sudden thought occurred to Percy – If there was an older and younger version of Percy, who’s to say there wasn’t an older or younger version of Annabeth? And if both were missing….

He let the thought drop.

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