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[cryoverkiltmilk]

Support local businesses. Support physical media. The Playstation and Nintendo online marketplaces will never give you this experience.

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[snarryauctoberfest]

2023 Snarry AUctoberfest Anon Masterlist 💚❤️

This fest has been a great success! Thanks to all our amazing creators and to all our amazing cheerleaders. Severus and Harry have fallen in love time and time again, across multiple universes. Isn't that grand? Here's the anon master list.

Podfic

💚❤️ Out of Place by Faelyee || T || 189 minutes   Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Harry wakes up and the world has changed. Then he does it again.

Filk

💚❤️ Game Over || T || 3 minutes   Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

As the war ravages on, they meet again, years after Snape's betrayal. Filk (fanmusic) to the tune of Zu Ende (Dracula the Musical original German performance).

Art

💚❤️ Kings of the Forest || G   Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

There the trees, holly and oak, stood through sun and rain, always ready to spread their leaves over visitors and inhabitants of Hogwarts Castle who came their way. - modified according to Tate, W. K., Withers, S., Browne, H. (1917). The Child's World.

💚❤️ Nightly Wanderings || G   Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Snarry AU - Cats Watercolour on paper, digitally edited

Art + Fanfic

💚❤️ How Deep a Promise Goes || M || 6.7k  Archive Warning: Underage Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

When the owl Harry is gifted by Hagrid is threatened by his Uncle Vernon, Harry makes a solemn vow to protect his familiar from the man. This sets Harry’s life on course to be protected by the most unsuspecting characters.

Fanfic

💚❤️ all that's left in the world || E || 16.8k   Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

He's a different person; he thinks differently. He used to think like a victim who had barely escaped their capture, but now… now maybe he thinks like a soldier; like a survivor. He thinks like a leader. He isn't sure how he managed to land himself in this position, he never wanted to lead them, but he does, and he does it well. He's kept most of them alive, somehow, through everything.

💚❤️ The Barter System || G || 5.6k  Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

The first conversation they had resulted in a breakup. Things can only get better from here. Right?

💚❤️ Brat! || E || 25.7k  Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

“Every child in the world will know his name!” With Voldemort gone forever, Harry’s childhood goes a little differently. Years later, Severus is called in to help deal with Harry’s magical outbursts. Life will never be the same again.

💚❤️ Calamity at the Canadian Call Centre || E || 3.7k  Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Harry has a bad day at work. His manager calls him into his office to check up on him.

💚❤️ For I Have Found Salvation || E || 7.1k  Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Severus is a priest, and Harry is the parishioner who may just make him break his vows of celibacy.

💚❤️ Harry Potter and the Monster in the Woods || T || 5.8k  Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Harry is sent into the woods to be sacrificed to the creature who lives there in exchange for the creature lifting his curse on Harry's village. Harry is rather surprised not to be eaten. The creature is rather surprised that Harry turns out to be a tolerable life companion.

💚❤️ i would follow you into the deep || T || 3.5k  Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Last year, when Harry Potter dove into the Black Lake to retrieve a treasure he'd sorely miss, he hadn't counted on finding an even greater prize in the murky depths. Severus Snape, a merman of many talents, is a mystery that Harry is just itching to unravel.

💚❤️ In darkness, there is fear and comfort || T || 6.4k  Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

The anguished scream, muted only by distance, had his feet racing before he could even consciously recognize who the voice belonged to. Even if he wasn’t pulled to the sounds of agony and loss and despair like a bloodhound on a hunt, the fact he recognized the voice as Harry’s would have made him run regardless. Ten years after the end of the Wizarding War, Severus and Harry face their worst fears once more. They've changed and so have their fears.

💚❤️ Innocent Lilies || E || 1k  Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

It was bittersweet to have Harry as he was back then — a charming boy who asked after another's health, who cared for the hippogriffs roaming the castle grounds, and who greeted Severus each day with a bashful hello. Now Harry was the Dark Lord, ruling the land with a tight grip and harsh declarations, so different from his first eighteen years of life. Severus receives confirmation one night. A 2HA Snarry inspired fic.

💚❤️ Just Me and You || E || 63.6k  Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Harry was just trying to get supplies but winds up completely alone and in dire straits. Just when it looks like he might really be finished, his magic spontaneously Apparates him to Hogwarts...and delivers him right into Severus Snape's clutches.

💚❤️ The London House || M || 21.5k  Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Severus never anticipated the stroke of luck which led him to discover kindred spirits in Muggle London, yet it turned his life around. He never expected to fall in love either, but he must now deal with the consequences. Written for a prompt: "At London Pride, Police Officer Harry clashes with Drag Queen Severus, who has An Opinion about cops at Pride."

💚❤️ Long Time Coming || G || 6.6k  Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

It is as easy as breathing. To fall in love with your best friend. To make your whole world revolve around each other. There are no timelines where we didn't end up together. There are no timelines where your mere presence didn't light up my day. You, my best friend, my lover, my spouse, are everything to me.

💚❤️ The Mail-Order Bridegroom || E || 7.6k  Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

It's 1888, and Severus needs a spouse to help him manage his homestead. His friend Lucius submits an advertisement for a mail-order bridegroom and Harry answers the call.

💚❤️ The Mistake || NR || 593  Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

You know how embarrassed you feel after accidentally sending someone the wrong link? Wouldn't you hate to imagine how bad it would be if you sent the wrong link to *two* people? Imagine no more.

💚❤️ Never in Your Favour || E || 20.8k  Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Underage Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Muggle AU. Headmaster Dumbledore decides it is time for Harry to train resistance to interrogation so he can properly join the Order of the Ostrich. And who better to administer that training than his very own Chemistry teacher, Severus Snape? "I am not merely talking about discomfort – you will be hurt, you will need medical assistance, there is going to be a severe impact on your mental health as well. We will be far, far out of range of a student-teacher relationship."

💚❤️ A Potter Thing || E || 5k  Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Severus had always been sensitive to other people's magic. Lily's relaxed him, the Marauders' made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and he vomited the one (and only) time he felt the Dark Lord's. But Harry's, the new Defense Professor's, arousedhim. “You’ve been avoided me, Severus Snape.” “Hardly,” snapped Severus, turning his emotions to anger in a desperate bid to keep the arousal at bay. “Today, you stared down at your desk while thinking of another man. “And how did you even know what I was thinking anyway, you creep!” Potter pursed those plump and kissable lips of his in apparent annoyance. “That’s certainly no way for you to talk to a professor, Mr. Snape.” “Oh gods…you look so much like Potter I thought you’d be saved from the Black madness but you’re positively raving.” “You’re not the only one who feels it, you know,” Potter replied, his voice seeming to drop an octave as he did so. "It’s a Potter thing. From what James has told me, he’s felt the same pull from Lily since the moment he met her. Unfortunately, since she’s a Muggleborn, I suppose she’s not sensitive to it the way you are. Are you done fighting me now? Why deny what is inevitable?"

💚❤️ The Prince and the Painter || E || 8.3k  Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

For the prompt: Renaissance!AU. King James and Queen Lily are trying to marry off their son, Prince Harry, and have hired Europe's most revered court painter, Severus Snape, to paint a portrait of him to send out to prospective princesses. Severus is so charmed by Harry that he wants him for himself. His professional pride means he can't bring himself to paint a bad portrait of him, but how can he prevent any royal wedding from taking place?

💚❤️ The Promise || M || 28k  Archive Warning: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Ever since Harry arrived at Hogwarts: Home for the Orphaned Magicals, his life has been perfect. all the Sisters are here to help, he has a family in his friends and is working hard to be Chosen to graduate. But Hogwarts is keeping a dark secret and Harry needs Severus now more than ever. Prompt 2023-197: Based on Promise Neverland Premise (you don't need to read the story to read this one). "I want you to be part of that whole"- is a paraphrased quote I took from one of the main leads from the anime.

💚❤️ Receive You || T || 11.5k  Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

It was supposed to be a typical investigation, even if “unwanted mischief in Glenloris” left too much up for conjecture. Suspicious characters were sneaking around the ancient dragon tomb just outside of town, and Severus had been sent to look into it. Things become a bit more complicated, however, when a young man and his white horse come to town. Prompt: 0001 - Wild Card! Snarry meet-cute in a Skyrim reskin with a dash of Yakuza/Like a Dragon mixed in for flavor.

💚❤️ Resurgence || E || 37.9k  Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Prompt: #26: BDSM-AU: magical folk have certain dynamics between them. Magic ebbs and flows freely and healthily if one's dynamic needs are met. Severus is a sub, but to keep his spywork perfect, he pretends to be a dom. It's a thing that could seriously mess up a lesser wizard, but he is anything but lesser. He is not well though. Harry sees this, and, a dom through and through, craves to help. I love a good worldbuilding with these dynamics and the many ways bdsm-worlds could shape our favourite characters

💚❤️ Season of Growth || E || 25.8k  Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Harry has everything he needs to live a simple but good life: a roof (and what a roof it is!) over his head, a loving family and a somewhat fulfilling job. What more could he want? Then he meets the prince’s new surly tutor, and everything changes.

💚❤️ A Stray Adventure || T || 6.6k  Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Taking in an injured stray cat when walking home drunk was an idiotic idea; even more so if said cat turns out to be a (very attractive) wizard who captures Severus' heart in an instant.

💚❤️ These Gifts are Made for Using || T || 9k  Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Possessing the Family Gift is enough to elevate a half-blood or pureblood to become the Heir of a Family, regardless of the current Lord or Lady’s wishes. The Princes, Blacks and Potters each have Family Gifts, and in the annual Ceremony, Heirs are chosen, leaving some relatives… disappointed. The 1970 Ceremony will change people’s lives, for better and for worse.

💚❤️ Unexpected Suitor || T || 6k  Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Prompt: Historical AU. Harry must marry before his 25th birthday in order to receive his inheritance or see it given to a distant relative, but he has driven off every suitor. Fed up, Lily decides he can marry her childhood friend Severus, who won't let himself be scared off by Harry's antics. James is less enthused, but can see no other option for Harry to receive his inheritance. - "Severus, you'd be perfect!" "Excuse me?" exclaimed James and Harry simultaneously, one horrified, the other shocked. Severus' eyes narrowed. "I'm not quite sure what you mean, Lily." -

💚❤️ Whiskey and Whine || E || 5.5k  Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Omega Severus Snape and his Alpha Harry Potter have some fun between classes. But they aren't alone!

💚❤️ Wicked Wiesn || E || 18.2k  Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Severus fought tooth and nail to be spared the experience of visiting the famous Oktoberfest with his colleagues, but of course Albus made him come. Being forced to endure the crowds of people, a handsome waiter catches his eye. Maybe this whole affair is not as bad as it seems, and maybe Severus can find something (or someone) to enjoy this craziness.

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[sheeperzzz]

Desichate, home of the Catanids and Saladrian

Planet description: Desichate is a mid-sized planet, only about twice the size of Earth, with deserts dryer than the Sahara and Oceans vaster than our own. Their oceans are blue-green, often with the deeper areas being greener from above.

Their lands are coated in dry, sandy deserts with large pillars of rocks. There are occasional roads that cut through these deserts to get from one town to another. Quicksand is littered everywhere, so off-planet visitors must be careful of where they step- this quicksand is actually *quick*.

The oceans here are deep and vast, flooded with new and unexplored life by humans. The inhabitants of these brackish waters, the Saladrian, are built to withstand the extreme pressure of where they live and know nearly every nook and cranny of the valleys and trenches.

While the water here flourishes with life, the deserts are hardly habitable. The only species capable of withstanding the harshest heat and the minute water available are the land-dwellers, the Catanids. Very rarely will someone find an oasis, and if they manage to find one, they might as well hope another has not claimed it for themselves.

Species descriptions:

Catanid - The Catanid are a cacti-like species with humanoid features. They are quite diverse, representing many species of cacti on Earth. They are rather social beings, preferring to travel with a partner or group, and often find themselves interacting with other travelers if they are not in public within their small towns. Their small towns usually surround a small water source. With other species, this minute water source may run out quickly, but the Catanid species does not need water very often, meaning they can last their water until it is naturally refilled.

A Catanid's body is very low in temperature, and they have thick skin, which makes it nearly impossible for them to heat up if the temperature is not boiling. They are usually found in the sun to keep warm, and often sleep close to a fire during the 70 and below weather in the night.

Saladrian - These amphibious, bipedal creatures are known for their liking to water and extensive historical knowledge of their planet. They are rarely seen above water, seeing as though during the day, the temperatures can reach up to 150+*. During the crepuscular and night time, they will go to the Catanid's markets to get what they need that they cannot access underwater (paper, quills, certain clothing items, ect). They are a very isolating species, disliking being in groups of more than 2 and even disliking going to their own markets. They do not enjoy social interaction from a young age, given how hostile any individual can be. Very rarely will you see multiple Saladrian interacting without being convinced to do so.

Saladrian's need humid environments to survive. They cannot be away from water for too long, nor can they stand to live in temperatures that would boil them alive. They can control their body temperature, similar to a Mammal, however. They swim extremely fast no matter their size and often have long tails.

Both - Both are omnivores, though Saladrians lean more towards plants and Catanids lean more towards meats. Neither exactly enjoy wearing clothing, as it is extremely restricting, so they often wear revealing or very loose clothing. Neither species follow Earth's gender rules by any means, even in Earth's nature. Both use certain stones and metals to trade, though there is also a bartering system in place. Neither enjoy speaking about their species pasts, and for good reason too. Neither can survive in more extreme heat, despite the Catanid species being built for it.

Extra - The Catanid do not like the Saladrians for a simple reason: The Catanid do not like more water than they can handle. On the other hand. the Saladrians quite enjoy being around Catanid, as their biology usually fascinates them. They can tolerate each other if needed. They both like sweet things as well.

I got bored last night :')

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[eelhound]

"If human societies are not simply aggregations of isolated individuals who come together to truck and barter, how then shall we conceptualize society? It’s [...] worth questioning the very idea of the self-sovereign individual. We are not born as sovereign individual agents even though of course we have certain capacities and scope for self-determination. We are, rather, creatures whose personal development and flourishing requires that we be nested within social and intergenerational collectives. We are actually 'Nested-I’s.'

As evolutionary scientists like E.O. Wilson, David Sloan Wilson, and Martin Nowak have argued, group selection is a more influential force than individual selection in evolution. Collective social structures profoundly influence and constrain our individuality. Biologically speaking, it is even a bit difficult to talk about 'individuals' as if they were separate from 'nature.' Human beings could not function without millions of bacteria living in their guts, or without being immersed within a biodiverse ecosystem of living organisms. Yet much of economics remains locked into the mindset of atomistic, acquisitiveness individuals engaged in mechanical, cause-and-effect transactions in the service of capital accumulation. There is relatively little attention to the holistic, dynamic, non-linear dimensions of living systems. The notions of human aliveness and nonmarket values are scanted.

The idea of 'rational self-interest' is now so thoroughly embedded in modern life that the ontological frame is considered self-evident. However, as economists Samuel Bowles and Herbert Gintis show in their book A Cooperative Species: Human Reciprocity and Its Evolution, human beings have a rich evolutionary history of developing social systems and institutions to support 'strong reciprocity' and collective interests. The significant work of the late Elinor Ostrom, too, helped demonstrate the profound importance of social collaboration as a powerful economic force. Alas, despite her receiving the Nobel Prize in Economic Sciences in 2009 for her pioneering work, the discipline has not really embraced her perspectives more fully.

This is a shame. Ostrom’s work has been a bellwether for many social movements that reject the stunted social vision and imagination of standard economics. In my own work as a commons scholar, I have seen scores of self-organized commons function extremely well. They use peer-governance and -provisioning to give people greater control over their lives, and in more satisfying, humane ways than labor markets. One need only look to such phenomena as open-source software, cosmo-local production (globally shared design knowledge + local physical production), open-access scientific publishing, data commons, WiFi and civic infrastructures managed as commons, cooperatives, community land trusts, community-supported agriculture, agroecology, indigenous land stewardship, cohousing, participatory budgeting in government, and much else."

- David Bollier, from "My Advice to an Aspiring Economist: Don’t Be an Economist." Evonomics, 21 January 2021.

#david bollier #quote #quotations #economics #anthropology #community #human nature #individualism #evolutionary biology #systems theory #interdependence #interconnectedness #elinor ostrom #the commons #ecology #open source #symbiosis #collectivism #anti capitalism #capitalism

[prep4tomoro]

Develop a Personal Defense Strategy:

Along with our "normal" crime conditions, politicians increasingly declare 'sanctuary cities', weaken the Criminal Justice System and pass laws, ordinances, regulations, resolutions, policies, or other practices that obstruct immigration enforcement in favor of illegal immigrants. These actions have resulted in higher crime rates and restrictions on Police and U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE). When the hands of the Police are tied, who will protect us? Every morning, I turn on the television to get the news and weather forecast. I don't like hearing the "talking heads" and ridiculous interviews so I, usually, turn off the sound and read the ticker at the bottom of the screen. I always end up asking myself "why do people think they are safe?" The news is filled with tragedy in all forms. When I do listen to details and interviews, I'm amazed how naive people really are about the world around them. They live in environmentally unsafe and crime-ridden places, they visit places where governments have warned against visiting, they intentionally put themselves in risky situations and they are ignorant of what is going on around them. No wonder they become victims. Why, then, should they be shocked when something bad happens? My everyday life defends against events that could negatively impact my life. I have insurance. I reinforce my house with better locks & window/door board-up options. I have alarms, cameras, security lighting & self-protection. And I have backups if first lines of defense fail. Defending ourselves, family & home or business is a right and responsibility. Harden your living/work area. If firearms are included, stockpile ammunition. Consider joining/organizing a Neighborhood Watch group. Monitor, and participate in, government. Be aware of what's going on around you. Get better protected. I agree that we shouldn't stop living but we need to take off the rose-colored-glasses and the headphones and get our noses out of the our smartphones and be more aware of what is going on around us (Situational Awareness). Emergency Responders are "responders" not "preventers". So, stop being shocked and afraid and stop expecting others to keep you safe. Situational awareness and heeding warning signs are key to knowing your surroundings for a better understanding of circumstances and options that can reduce the risk of becoming a victim. It's your responsibility to be safe and no one else's.

Learn How to Stay Alive When You're In the Wrong Place at the Wrong Time and how to escape and evade threats.

Stay informed with the most accurate, truthful information you can find to be prepared for whatever is brewing in your community and the world.

Unchecked, government can turn our quiet, peaceful lives into a living hell. We The People MUST keep an eye on our elected officials. Voting is your voice in government. Vote, intelligently, at every opportunity. Stay informed. Communicate with your government representatives. Don't let them become "career politicians".

An overall defense strategy must include protection from non-persons as well as people. Knowing how, and planning, to defend against germs, virus and bacteria is essential in our everyday surroundings as well as the world where chemical and biological warfare are highly possible.

Know Your Neighborhood and Defend Yourself and Residence Against its Risks. Walk the neighborhood and become familiar with houses, neighbors, streets and their names, escape routes, security shelters, cover and pinch points, fire hydrants and swimming pools (for water sources), locations of emergency shelters, neighbors with items or services to barter with, areas where "undesireables" gather and anything else you can gather from your walk. Buddy-up with neighbors to create a neighborhood watch team.

Put everyday security measures in place (locks, alarms, security cameras, Security Lighting, etc.).

Be Forewarned of intruders on, or near, your property before they enter your home. Use perimeter alarms, guardian/alert animals, security (motion detection) lighting and cameras.

Learn How Burglars Target and Enter, What They Want, What Deters Them.

Does your family know what to do in case of fire, tornado, hurricane, home invasion, burglary or robbery? If not, putting some thought into making some emergency preps is an important step to saving lives. Make a plan, set up procedures, practice the plan.

Don't share your private life with the public (people you don't know) through social media and casual conversations.

Use decorative landscaping to hide your private residence and security measures from public eyes.

Prepare your residence for internal protection (safe areas and exits, safe room) against external threats like severe weather and home invasion.

Learn how to hide valuables and security measures in plain sight (camouflage).

Learn how to bullet-proof your house and person.

Learn to effectively defend yourself (hand-to-hand, weapons) AND determine to use them when needed. Keep a distance of more than 21 feet from a potential attacker. Learn tactics to avoid, prevent and diffuse to avoid conflict. Learn body language that may give indicators of a potential attack.

Keep Fire/Smoke/CO Detection operational

Know the signs of a suspicious letter or package (mail) and how to respond.

Teach children school safety/defense methods.

Maintain a gas mask and other Defense Equipment and Clothing for environmental and civil unrest threats.

Learn methods to keep personal information private online and on the premises.

Secure/protect important documents from water, fire, theft.

Learn about nuclear response and survival.

Learn travel safety outside the house.

Always keep a Basic Emergency Kit nearby.

[Reference Link 1] [Reference Link 2]

[14-Point Emergency Preps Checklist] [11-Cs Basic Emergency Kit] [Learn to be More Self-Sufficient] [The Ultimate Preparation] [5six7 Menu]

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[ignitingwriting]

Igniting Writing ‘Return’ Contest 2022, Submission by Abigail

"There is only one pretty child in the world and every mother has it." Oscar Wilde I was nervous to meet my mum after a year. She had a job abroad and I hadn't heard from her in ages. I was frantically rummaging through the papers in my folder, searching for the card I had made for mum. There was a rhythmic knock on our door and a sweet voice. "Ivy… are you home?" I dashed towards the door and flung it open to find myself in her arms. We hugged for what was like a hundred years and I invited her inside to show her the improvements that we made at home since she had gone. I was pretty excited for an 11-year-old. It was evening and, after a light supper of baked beans, we all ran upstairs to go to bed. I wished to spend more time with her. I woke up the next morning to the sound of a child crying. I threw back the faux fur covers and scrambled out of bed. Who was it? I walked to the bathroom to discover the very basin I was above yesterday, towering above me. I looked at my feet. They were tinier and I was much closer to the ground than I was last night. What had happened? I struggled to get onto the stool that I dragged from nearby. I just hoped that I was still Ivy and not someone else. I looked at the mirror in shock, goggling at my childhood self. I stared at my tiny hands in disbelief. Did I go back in time? Was this just another dream? I pinched myself to make sure. It was as real as I was. Something was inordinate. I walked down the creaking stairs to find my mum, brother, father and grandmother… All children. I was overwhelmed by horror and mustered the courage to talk to them. All that came out of my mouth was a stutter. They laughed. I called my aunt and uncle and, when they picked up the phone, they started blowing raspberries and laughing at it. I started to cry as I had no way of communicating with them. I was devastated. I decided that I wanted to get some air. I took an umbrella, hooked its handle onto the doorknob and opened it. The sight that I beheld was something I never imagined. The whole neighbourhood had turned into a group of children. I was nonplussed. I ran outside to find someone my age to probably try to communicate with them. I found another eight-year-old like myself. I put myself to the test by talking to him and he responded with a voice that I was able to decipher. He said that his family had also turned into children. I was about to ask him what happened to the world, but I suddenly passed out on the ground and awoke to lose all my memory. I asked the boy whether he wanted ice cream and he nodded affirmatively. I toddled over to an ice cream van and asked the boy in it for two vanilla ice creams. When he refused, I started crying along with the boy near me. Seeing us, the ice cream boy started crying too. Soon enough, the world was noise polluted with the cries of 7.7 billion children that echoed into outer space. Now, you might be used to seeing huge black clouds of smoke if you lived in a city. But as the world was now a group of kids, it was much greener than it was when the world was dominated by adults. Why you may ask? Well, kids never knew how to cut trees. There was a huge spike in the barter system, as kids couldn't use money. They traded toys, ice cream, candies and much more. And (the best bit) the world had sworn by equality. No kid was superior to another… all were like friends to each other. There was no boss. No servant. Also, there were no schools! No more homework or teachers. Yes, most of the world's major issues were solved. But other issues had surfaced. The world was green but not clean. There was no one to clean up after the kids and even animals were turned into their young selves. The world was malodourous. There was no one to control what the children ate or did. There wasn't any trade (even though the barter system came alive once again). The global economy was now crashing to the ground and the children were running out of resources. I'm sure that all of us (at some point in our childhood) would've left the lights on even after we exited a room. This was a common habit now and electricity was getting wasted. Not turning off the tap while brushing resulted in a global water shortage. All of this was being watched by the fairies of the Shikora Empire. They were known to be ignorant throughout the land of fairies. But when it comes to matters of children, they were the most sought after. In constrast, the fairies of the Zidia Empire (who caused this mess in the first place) were wise in all their decisions except for matters that concerned the Earth. Even though they were antagonists by nature, they signed a peace treaty with the Shikoras just this once so that they could sort out the mayhem on Earth. The wunderkinder of the world put their heads together in this matter. They fancied tracing the cause of this mess. And so, they did. They tracked every abnormal movement or moment on the Earth and narrowed it down to this definition: "All the abnormal events that have occurred on Earth have only one reasonable explanation; this is the work of a higher power or a divine force and pleading to the cause for help is the only way out of this circumstance." The world was now pensive. Should they listen to the prodigies? Or should they live on? Meanwhile, the other Shikoras and the Zidians were preparing their fairy army to flutter and fly into the earth and make the world the way it was before. They flew down, like a willowy empress sauntering down to the ballroom, to whisper this ancient spell in each child's ear when the clock struck twelve: "Zoon Zen Zaza Kaak, Xec Sed Masa Kala." After whispering these words into each child's ear, they had to simulate a dream-like environment so that everyone woke up to a perfectly normal day. Being busy, the fairies did not bother to check whether everyone was asleep. And there I was, staring at their wings and delicate, laced golden and green dress until a fairy with her hair in a bun came to me and winked. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. The next morning… I yawned sleepily and looked at my hands. Yes, it was a dream, I guess. I was still Ivy Richard. I ran downstairs after getting ready to eat breakfast. When food was served I started crushing my cereal, pondering about the dream I had last night. My mother interrupted me by clearing her throat and chivvying me to talk about school. I nodded and unwillingly talked about an English assignment we had to hand in. I was happy as I shoved the last spoonful of cereal into my mouth and left the dining room. Oh! And what about the rest of the world? They had a day that they would never have forgotten about if they were in their right mind. But I vow to pass this tale on from generation to generation and the world.

#igniting writing #wokingham #library #teen writers #writing for teens #creative writing #writing contest #writing competition #writing challenge #writing club #writing group

[i-am-kone-uzina]

Wow, yesterday was busy.

Apparently there aren't a lot of people going north from this city, so Jason and I spent most of the day running around to different people in the meeting hall, trying to convince people to join us in our transit.

It helped to have Jason there, actually. He sorta became the mascot of our personal caravan. "Do you want to travel with this Human? Go north with us!"

Jason isn't the only one of his kind to land on the planet, but there are very few Humans on Latokeska overall. So while other Ekxina aren't like "Woah, what is that??", they are like "Oh wow, a Human!"

So the novelty helped us get more travelers, which I'm thankful for, because we almost didn't have enough credit together to pay for an Ajokona license and escort.

Speaking of which, I thought I would take this moment to talk about how money and industry works on this planet, as Jason pointed out that it's apparently interesting.

So, the vast majority of the time, nobody actually needs money. The only kind of money out there is Ajokona credit, but the only thing you can trade that in for is funding a license, but not everyone wants a license so it isn't a universally-desired service.

Therefore, an argument could be made that it's not even a currency, because it isn't backed by anything other than a service that is not always in demand. (Disclaimer: I'm not an economist)

You earn Ajokona credit mostly by selling goods to the Ajokona at trade cities, where they can circulate your items into their huge database and logistics system.

Otherwise, the vast majority of trade is done by bartering and donating. Typically, within a caravan or at most market booths, bartering is the main thing. However, larger trade cities have a massive warehouse full of donated goods (typically overflow where demand predictions didn't line up too precisely, or when factories had a large batch). The Ajokona post guards there to help regulate what people take, mostly so someone doesn't try to cart out all of the blankets, unless they have a contract or verified reason to do so, such as running a hospital. Also, sometimes you have a random child trying to cause trouble in the warehouses, usually before they realize how much impact and good these places do for everyone.

For the most part, though, it's fine and there are no problems. Jason had a difficult time coming to terms with this, at least for a while. Apparently, throughout history on his world, a lot of countries have tried something like this before, and it didn't pan out well for various reasons.

Again, I'm not an economist, and he tried describing something that was like a person but wasn't actually a person. (Jason's note: "I was trying to explain the idea of a corporation to Uzina, but it didn't seem to translate after a few attempts.") Anyways, on his world, these people-but-not-people usually found a way to piss it all away for everyone, and wouldn't stop taking more and more resources away from those in need. Honestly, I'm surprised Humans are still alive. I'm certain that if something like that happened on Latokeska, all of us would go extinct pretty quickly, and the people-but-not-people would have nobody left to trade with. There simply are not enough resources to facilitate greed on this world, and so people do not accumulate many items because of it. I feel like this is something that should be obvious, but maybe it's another fundamental difference between Humans and Ekxina. The earliest Ekxina groups in recorded history understood this, because those who did not simply perished, and their rotting bodies were found by the next group of nomads to come through. Even at the peak of Ajokona corruption, we had no greedy tyrants, because the Ajokona still depended on the nomads to survive. The corrupt Ajokona did not crave material goods; they just craved control. If you try to create a stronghold in a jungle, and blindly harvest as much as you can find, you run the risk of over-consuming and starving yourself out, as the tiny ecosystem collapses around you.

The underground is too dangerous to extensively mine, due to the frequent cave-ins and deep aquifers, and the surface is a barren desert speckled with the occasional small jungle, clustered tightly around a geyser. Most of the metals we use are mined from the mountains to the north, but those are starting to run out of new, viable ore veins.

Historians theorize there was once an empire, before the Ajokona, that would travel from jungle to jungle, taking everything they found, leaving a trail of death behind them. Eventually, death caught up with them and the desert took them. Most of the survivors were in the mountains, which later became the Ajokona, who knew better than to let another empire appear again.

The entire reason why we all have so much anxiety about staying in one place is because only those who traveled between jungles to live sustainably survived. I know before I described this anxiety as outrunning a predator, but that is what it feels like. The predator is rapid ecological collapse. Every nomad knows the routine: show up to a trade city, inspect your stuff, barter for a bit, be thankful for donations, donate something yourself, and leave before you overstay your welcome.

I never realized how strange our industries must look until Jason told me about the people-but-not-people. When the automated factory was invented, it wasn't given a brand name. It was set up in the trade cities for everyone. Our factories hardly ever run all day, every day, and instead remain in hibernation until their supply needs are met.

You can ask the Ajokona, and they will tell you what kinds of factories are where, and if you show up with materials or components that they need, then they will barter with you generously, oftentimes giving you Ajokona credit in return. Recycling is a very common career because of this (which also means piracy is a thing, of course).

Every nomad that offers materials to the factory workers and engineers means so many more nomads can benefit in return. Some people spend their whole lives building complex workstations in their trucks for collecting, recycling, and sorting, because of how much of a difference it can make at the right trade city.

So what do I do? I mostly barter by offering music lessons or recording services. It's rare to find musical instruments, but I have a modest collection from my parents, so a lot of people enjoy goofing around in my little studio truck, trying out all the different instruments and making crazy sounds together. It's great for parties or entertaining kids for a while. I'm not really that good at crafting physical stuff, but I can offer people a space for expressing themselves and having a good time.

#oc blog #world building #conlang #spec bio

[rabchunter]

Today's food heaven pics and video.

A fair exchange is no robbery, the old country barter system is alive and well.

My old mate Jimmer was off fishing in Devonshire, not sure if he was on his boat or fishing from the harbour break water at Brixham.

Jimmer knows I love fresh Mackerel it's my favourite and the king of fish as far as I am concerned, uncle Dave calls it finest Devon Tuna.

I swapped a brace of fresh shot rabbits for several mackerel fillets, thus why I say a fair exchange is no robbery.

WOW these were amazing, simply dusted in well seasoned four, then pan fried in a little oil, the skin so crispy and full of flavour, washed down with a pint of sweet Yorkshire Tea l.

By golly that was handsome, I am smiling like a Cheshire Cat 🐱 right now 😎

Support British Fishing Fleat and industry and our own people to be able to fish 🎏

Now that's eating like a sea faring Country King 👑🧑‍🍳🤠 www.theolehedgecreeper.co.uk

#theolehedgecreeper #foodheaven #foodporn #thekingeatsfirst #thekingdrinksfirst #foodfitforacountryking #foodfromthesea #fishing #mackrel #mackrelfishing #cookedmackerel #freshfish #breadandbutter #tea #yorkshiretea #supportbritishfishing #tvfoodlovers #tvfood #tvchef #tvcooking #bathradio #radiobath #radiofood #radiofoodlive #foodmagazine #foodblogger #foodwriter #afairexchange #afairexchangeaintnorobbery

[aaronthomasart]

NA Miata Drawing

We’ve made a trade! The barter system is alive and well! A couple weeks ago, we went to an art and craft show where our daughter saw a knit dinosaur and fell in love. It was a raffle item and she didn’t win, to her little heart’s everlasting devastation. Our good friend Brock knits, though, and we’ve made a trade – one dinosaur for one NA Miata drawing representing his beloved car. What an…

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[mayakern]

I saw on your Twitter you play dnd! What kind of character do you play and what system? Also, do you do your own commissions of your characters or do you get it from other artists?

oh hell yeah i love dnd!!! i mostly just play 5E but my regular group did our second session in city of mists last night and it was SUPER fun (we play that instead of our ongoing game whenever our aussie players can’t make it)

i don’t usually reuse dnd characters because even tho i love my characters, they usually all end up with their own history and relationship to their games so adapting them feels weird, but here’s a run down of some of my favorite characters i’ve played! (and ye all this art is by me)

1. anenome (or nem for short)

she’s a water genasi arcane trickster rogue/divination wizard. she’s from a game where we started out playing kids (nem was 11) and then after a Big Event had an 11 year time skip where everyone in the party had to separate before a big reunion. she used to be a really shy and sweet and optimistic kid, but after everything fell apart and she became an accidental criminal, she stopped believing in any sort of fairness in the world and grew up super jaded and nihilistic, tho she still strives to protect that spark of optimism in others (not that she’d admit that). she is SUPER SUPER gay and is married to flare (fire genasi sorcerer). they have a bunch of history and i love them a lot!

2. nora

this is my city of mists character!! she’s a twitch streamer/cam girl/only fans model/l33t h4x0r. she’s clever and compassionate and very silly and a bit gross. part of her backstory is that when she was a relatively new twitch streamer, someone tried to cyberbully her by calling her a “garfield looking ass motherfucker” and so she immediately dyed her hair orange and made that her entire persona just to fuck with them (thus the custom garf headset).

3. hemlock

hemlock is an onomancy wizard! she was made for a storybook game — essentially all the characters lived on a bookshelf in someone’s home and can travel between books.

when characters travel into a new book, especially if it’s an “active” book (i.e. currently being read), they get assigned a role that is both available and closest to their archetype (so, as a wizard, if hemlock entered a book of king arthur’s tales she would likely be assigned as morrigan or merlin if available, or another magic user if not).

hemlock herself was from a story where her family (two sisters and her mother) were turned from good witches/princesses (it was unclear) into evil hags/witches and hemlock bartered her name (and right eye) to keep her mind/heart/goodness.

the onomancy wizard subclass is SUPER interesting and fun and is all about the naming of things and works super well with fairytale stuff (which i love). tbh i REALLY want to play hemlokc more. that game was insanely fun and ended prematurely due to scheduling difficulties. i just don’t think there is another game setting that would ever work for her bc she is so specific.

4. althea

my most recent character is althea! she’s an aasimar grave cleric. she woke up in a morgue about two weeks ago (in game time) and instantly fell in love with the mortician who discovered she was still(?) alive. she has no memories of her past (and tbh no real desire to go looking for them). she is smart but also a dumb ass, has 6 charisma and no sense of self preservation and is completely and utterly in love with rosemary (the mortician, now barkeep) and will literally do anything she wants, no questions asked (and will even do things she THINKS rosemary wants unasked... such as maybe yoinking a very obviously cursed goblet from a ritual circle of living corpses in literally the first game session just bc she thought rosemary would think it was cool).

5. penny

penny was my first long-term dnd character! she was my third dnd character ever but in a lot of ways i consider her my first because the other two were run primarily in 4E and didn’t meet often enough (or just enough period) for me to get a grasp on them or the game mechanics.

penny is a light domain cleric. she was made for a buddy cop game i joined randomly on roll20 because i couldn’t find a consistent group to meet with IRL. i was super nervous to join a random game with strangers but really wanted to play dnd so i gave it a shot and i am SO glad i did because i still play with that group! or.. what became of that group. it started out as a group of me and a bunch of strangers, but i quickly made friends with the DM and one of the other players, then devin joined a couple months in, and slowly original players left for various reasons and we invited other ppl in (a couple of my friends, the other longterm player’s gf, etc) and now that is the main group i still play with! (nem and nora and a bunch of my other characters are from games w that group)

when the game was open for player/character apps, we were asked to pitch what role our character would play in a buddy cop movie and i picked the straight man archetype (haha i know). penny is very sweet and shy and wholesome.

i have a bunch of other characters, most of which can be found on toyhouse, but this post is already way too long as is! whoops!

#ask #maya draws things #dnd #oc #long post #maya rambles

[cryoverkiltmilk]

Support local businesses. Support physical media.

#video games #our barter system is alive and well #support local businesses #shop small #shop local

[shhubham]

The Holocaust(2099-2100)

Ever wondered, what would be the aftermath of another World War.? Would life be sustainable then? Lets take a glance into the future.

(Before I begin, I want you to tell you that I won’t be talking about why it was started, how it ended, which nations took part or who the conquerors .This one were just a small narrative of one of the survivors of the war)

“It’s March 20, 2100.The deadly war has ceased after a year. The air is filled with chaos and insanity and the only thing which is widely and equally spread all over the nation is the debris of buildings which collapsed, charred remains of bodies which were on fire, and the stinking dead bodies lining up for burial. The economy has fallen apart and poverty has been laying out its roots all over the state since then. It’s completely mayhem. Quite horrific, huh!

Okay, so where am I right now? Well, I am not sure what to call it. It’s an amusement park which is now a home for corpses. (The city had no other place left for crematorium) What am I doing here? I am sure you must have guessed it already. I dropped by here for the funeral of Josh, my neighbour. And you know what’s soothing me right now .Josh always wanted to visit this park but his financial state didn’t allow him so. And finally he’s here inside and would remain in his dream land forever. (Should I say he attained eternal solace after death?)

Too much dead bodies! Okay okay , I’m changing the subject now. You know, what I am wishing for right now: to talk to my brother .He went to USA to pursue his Masters degree two years ago. But I haven’t heard from him after the war started. (Most of the mobile towers were gone and the government had banned all internet services to ward off any rebellion). I am not even sure if he is alive.

The only source of information, nowadays, is newspaper. (Yeppp; newspapers are still prevalent and are made from recycled paper). Today I found a small article in it which said, “Mr. Jindal, a resident of Cross Street, exchanged 50 loafs of bread for 2 liters of water.” Back to barter system, huh! (Most of the water recycling plants were destroyed after shells were bombarded on them. This lead to acute scarcity of water.) The gist of this talk is that editors shouldn’t disclose people’s identity nowadays. Anyways, I drank ample water after many many months. It also had an article on survey which stated, “About 70% of the civilians who died were either middle or lower class.” Wondering why? Well, most of the riches were able to hide in the underground cells and others couldn’t afford to hide inside there due their exorbitant charges.

This war was so destructive and deadly that the government was left with no choices but to recruit army from the prisons. Convicts were signed a contract of assurance of bail after war ends. Also, a rumour spread that government has stored all the details of our social media and no one knows why.

And yeah! I forgot to mention what am I wearing today. It’s a Gucci shirt and, yeah, a Rolex on my left wrist. The watch has minor cracks and scratches on it but that doesn’t matter. It’s Rolex, Darling! I always yearned for a lavish attire. I stole them from a corpse of a rich brat nearly sandwiched between the rubbles.

Many doctors were sent to camps to take care of soldiers. While the others who stayed charged too high( as many hospitals had collapsed and they needed funds to reconstruct hospitals and their clinics).So people generally treated themselves .I had stitched Josh’s wound last week. But unfortunately, he isn’t here with us today.

10.00 pm: The night which appeared to be silent was mourning over the deceased. The leaves were fluttering paying homage to the martyred. The Moon was shedding its light to give courage to the grieving . I was lying down inside my tent (which I built over the ruins of my home. Nostalgia, you know! ) recalling my misdeeds:

“A week ago I left that rich boy’s body rot under the sun after stealing his ornaments. A few days ago, I sneaked into an impoverished old man’s house and snatched his hard earned grain. Yesterday, I looted a pregnant woman’s cereals. And today , I snitched a bottle of water from a man.”

I kept asking myself:

“Have my survival instincts gone too far?

Am I evil and heartless?

Would God ever forgive my sins?

OH MY GOD! AM I DOOMED TO HELL?”

-Survivor No. 00010915

Age-15

~SHUBHAM KR.

#books & libraries #journal #my words #my writing #short story #notebooks #my thoughts #thoughts #original fiction

[swordoforion]

Orion Digest №22 — Eco-Socialist Federation: Colonies

It’s been many years, and we have managed to keep population and economic growth within manageable enough levels that the human race did not go extinct. We’ve put resources and focus into research into how to both keep this planet alive, as well as how to reach others, and one day, we crack the code. We send a ship full of colonists out to a new planet, with the right conditions to develop a new civilization full of people, waiting to explore their new home, and humanity’s backup in case Earth ever meets its end. But as one problem is solved, another is created — how does our future federation handle space colonies politically?

In the past few centuries, colonialism has often resulted in inevitable revolution or abdication of the territory, as we have realized the inherent immorality in one nation domineering over another people without granting them the same measure of authority and representation. Large superpowers have maintained their connected stretches of land, but the tendency of a nation to retain territory separated by hundreds (or even thousands) of miles has decreased due to the logistical difficulty in management and coordination. Though the advent of the Internet has made communication easier across the globe, when looking at interplanetary or even interstellar distances, the time it would take signals to travel would extend days, weeks, months, even years, intensifying the issues colonialism brings about.

A world federation that already has to manage Earth likely would find great difficulty in repeating that job across multiple planets — the more you expand a nation, especially when communication is an issue, the more unstable it becomes. If the needs of people within your nation are not met due to resources and attention being stretched thin, they may secede and focus on their own problems, ripping a federation apart. New lands, far from our own world, would be incredibly difficult to govern from Earth in peacetime, and if crime or revolution were to break out, policing or waging war would consume more resources than it would be worth, especially as potential interstellar colonies would potentially stretch journeys into the decades. (Current estimates put our fastest ships that we could produce as taking many years to make it to other star systems; while the possibility of finding a way to circumvent our limitations is something to keep within consideration, this hypothetical scenario deals with a time before the Federation developed anything close to Faster-Than-Light travel.)

However, this does not mean the creation of colonies in space is worthless — on the contrary, exploring the stars is the next step in human innovation. Even with difficulties in the way, the distance and effort required to discover new worlds is simply the next obstacle we must face as a species, in the same way that uniting our world proves an issue now. From a practical perspective, the acquisition of new territory means that we can acquire new resources for Earth’s economy without the difficulties of conventional imperialism — before, expanding a nation’s territory was an issue because of the existence of other nations; the two had to fight to maintain their property. Now, as far as we know, the rest of the universe is an empty frontier, free for respectful use.

But whether or not we can actually use those resources for a federation of Earth is questionable, given the issues laid out above. The travel to and from a colony planet will be expensive and will require ample time for transportation, to speak nothing of the balance between carrying capacity and speed. The space between Earth and the colony would make the harvesting of resources difficult both practically and ethically, as the colonists would have little reason to become workers for a faraway nation, especially given they have other problems to deal with. In the midst of starting a new civilization on an empty planet, having to put aside resources for transportation back to a different world could seem illogical to people trying to use those resources to live.

If there exists a surplus of resources beyond the scope of a colony’s needs, it could be used as a means of trade with Earth, because while currency and payment from the Federation would have little use, practical goods used as barter would be immensely valuable on a frontier planet. Machinery and technological advancements would be well worth the quota of raw resources, and thus, a trade between planets could be established, with the colony becoming it’s own separate entity, and the Federation focusing on Earth. In the beginning, after Federation colony ships are sent out to new planets and the seeds for civilization are sown, this could work out to ensure that Earth still received enough influx of resources to maintain its economic growth.

From a political point of view, independence would serve a colony well in its early stages of growth. While the Federation would develop and send out the original mission, they could be sent to live not under the command of Federal jurisdiction, but simply under a trade charter on the other planet, provided with a investment of resources sufficient enough to set up civilization and begin harvesting the resources, if possible, of another planet, and trading back with Earth once the foundation is established. Until the point at which the colony is capable of producing more than it needs, it can send surplus back to Earth in exchange for technological aid and benefit, and would at this point act as its own, independent state, as disrupting the trade would hardly be in the interest of Earth, nor in the interest of the colony while it relied on Earth-built technology. The Federation’s tenets of democracy and equality, as well as overall structure could be replicated by the colonists of the state, making every colony a miniature replica of the original nation.

However, the phase of societal development where the colony will rely on Earth to produce machinery will not last forever, and there may be a point at which the colony stands nothing to gain in trade with Earth, while Earth would still stand to gain from trade with the colony. This would not mean an automatic shut-off of trade, but the option would be there, and from then on, we’d be back at square one in terms of separation of nations. When we are in the dependence phase, it is less of a risk, but when a colony is truly independent and self sufficient, how does a Federation morally manage the situation?

As our capability to travel large distances increases, so will potential contact between both colonies and Earth, and we could see history begin to repeat itself if the lessons of today do not stick tomorrow. An increase in mobility could spell the formation of a Galactic Federation, or it could spell a new era of war. On the other hand, if our capability to travel the stars remains forever limited by the speed of light, the physical distance will mean that we rarely come into contact with other colonies, and therefore, conflict could easily be avoided, as there would be little point. Any changes made through violence could not be enforced, if violence was possible in the first place. However, at any rate, we must always seek peace, and while we must honor the sovereignty of planetary colonies, we should strive for unity and democracy whenever possible.

History tells us a cautionary tale of what happens when we use other people in other lands like resources. While maintaining democracy as our world expands is crucial, the flipside to being united is to also ensure everyone’s needs are met, everyone’s opinions are heard. Space colonies could provide the promise of new resources, but we must remember that they don’t come for free, not when we rely on others. Equity and diplomacy will always be necessary, even in the far reaches of space and the future.

- DKTC FL

#orion #sword of orion #orion digest #eco-socialist federalism #eco-socialist #space colonization #space colonies #future #speculative future #eco-socialist federation #galactic federation #diplomacy #democracy #space travel #space #spaceships #politics

[hilllsnholland]

Karma (2) - Halloween Series

Pairing: Demon!Tom X Angel!Reader

Wc: 3.2k 

Warnings: swearing, religious themes, talks of death 

Summary: They’re always watching and listening. But are they always checking the mail?

Y/N’s thumbs fiddled back and forth. Her eyes were transfixed in front of her, the only thing comforting her nervous mind was the white quilt on her couch. It had been a rough forty-eight hours. That last mission hit her hard. She was unable to keep her mind straight and had denied every job offer since she returned back to The Place.

How could she go back to work though? Y/N had wondered if the Angels would act the same if this happened to them. She nearly killed an innocent person. The exact opposite of what her job is. Sure, she has to barter with the Demons for lives, but she had never caused death.

Y/N gulped. Her eyes moving to the mirror above the mantel that showed her depressing situation. Although she was an angel, the stress was still decaying her. Strong emotions affected Angels more than common earth-folk, so her body felt stiff and broken. Y/N needed to move on, but she could only think about one thing: Tom.

The Demon who caused all of this. He couldn’t stick to the plan, he had to irritate her and question it all. Then the comment about her wings and how he touched her back. Y/N swatted at the wing slits, cursing herself for it. Angels are supposed to have beautiful wings, large and blinding. Y/N, however, hated hers. Hid them from the world. No one would see them and that was fine. But when Tom made the comment, it floored her. How dare he ask about him! Angels didn’t show their wings on all jobs. Hers were private, a not so hidden secret.

Knock knock

Shivers went down her spine. Y/N was so lost in her dreadful thoughts that she forgot Carlos was coming over. When she returned from her last mission Carlos could tell something was wrong, but she pushed him away. Afraid that he would report her for her thoughts. Her idea of questioning the order. That was the biggest law that didn’t actually exist. Angels could not question anything, and if they did...well they’re never around long enough after to find out.

“Hi,” Y/N squeaks as she cracks the door open.

“Hey,” Carlos peers through the crack. “Are you okay? You invited me over, remember?”

Yes she did, but she needed to make sure he didn’t bring anyone with him. It would be a Carlos thing to do to bring Sloane or another Angel along to cheer her up. But this was not an emotional rescue mission. It was a call to action to mend Y/N’s unraveling brain.

“Yeah. Come in,”

Carlos slipped through the door, shutting it behind him and watching Y/N as she stands in the middle of the room. Y/N smacked her lips as she looked around her living space, it was the same in every home. White or grey furniture with gold detailing. A fireplace that was barely used was the center point of the room. It was copied and pasted into every living space in The Place. ‘It creates unity’ was the excuse they gave her. That was the first red flag for when Y/N arrived here.

The second red flag was the photos on the mantel. Every home was adorned with pictures of the person’s life back on Earth. It was childhood photos of them or pictures of a dog or a possible family member. It seemed like a sick joke to Y/N though, how she couldn’t remember her life at all but she has these pieces hanging right in front of her. She could literally grasp her life before her death, but she couldn’t relive it.

“How’s the agency?” Y/N speaks calmly as she turns around to look at Carlos.

“Crazy as ever. We could really use one of our top Agents right now,” He winks at her playfully which cracks a smile on her stern lips. “So what’s going on?”

“I got my bathroom reorganized,”

“What?”

Y/N bores her stare into his eyes, flattening her expression into seriousness. Carlos knows she’s referring to something, but he doesn’t know what.

“Come look at my bathroom,” Y/N demands in a soft voice.

Something flickers in Carlos’s eyes and she knows that he finally understands. Y/N guides him to the bathroom, pointing at her tub and closing the door once they both enter. This was another secret in the Place. It was obvious they listened. Who they were? No one knows. But they were listening and the only place they couldn’t was the bathroom. Y/N had heard that through the Agency, eavesdropping on higher officials. That was the perk of working for this government like system, she knew the dirt like no other.

“So what do you have to say that’s gonna get us in trouble?” Carlos sighs. He leans against the bathroom counter with furrowed brows.

“I almost killed someone,”

“Oh wow, right into it,” Carlos blinks. “What do you mean you almost killed someone?”

Y/N breathes sharply, trying to remember the events that happened two days prior. Fuck it hurt.

“That last mission, something came over me-- Darkness or something -- and I tried to shoot an innocent woman. The Demon saved her. Then he killed the bank robber. I purposely tried to kill her though. I was thinking about how I wanted to see her...die.”

It’s quiet. They can’t meet each other’s eyes because of the sickening words that poisoned Y/N’s tongue. Carlos ruffles his own hair, exhaling deeply.

“You know that they must know right?” Carlos sighs.

“I assume they know but they haven’t done anything. I haven’t been called in or written up. I think they don’t care, but,” She pauses before the words crawl out.

“What?”

“I want to speak to the Demon boy,”

Carlos stands up fully, taking a hold of her shoulders and pushing her against the wall. There’s intensity behind his eyes as he shakes her around. Y/N is not afraid though. This was the reaction she was expecting.

“Don’t. Say. That.” Carlos warns. “We do not talk to those kinds of people,”

“He saved that woman’s life. He seems good.”

Carlos scoffs, shaking her again.

“We’re talking about a Demon here. They’re made to be evil.” He lets go, throwing his hands up in the air. “You’ve been overworked. It’s all been a hallucination. That’s the only reason why you’re still here and aliv-”

“I’m not crazy Carlos!”

He flies back against the bathroom counter. Y/N is enraged and unable to process the power she’s exerting. Her hands glowed white as she stomped her foot like a child.

“Something is wrong with me and I don’t know what! There’s only one person who knows what happened and I need to talk to him. I’m not insane or evil, I want the answers and I don’t have time to wait for the Creator.”

Carlos freezes in front of her, teeth gritted tight while Y/N tries to catch her angry breath. This was her only friend and support, and she had screamed at him. But how dare he not believe her? It probably wasn’t smart to tell someone who worked so closely with the agency, but who else could she divulge to. Carlos crosses his arms and closes his eyes.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Can you send a letter to the Under?”

Another pause is followed with the break of Carlos’s face into a stupefied smile.

“You’re gonna get me killed,” He sighs. “I’ll send one letter! If I get caught though, I’m ratting you out.”

A twisted laugh left Y/N’s lips. It sounded somewhat strangled through her anger and the sliver of hope coming over her.

“I’m okay with that,” Y/N extends her hand to shake his. “But I really appreciate it. I can only trust you.”

Carlos slowly blinks, closing the handshake with the hardest exhale he could muster. Y/N could tell this was the last thing he wanted to do. The only reason why he was even offering this little chance was because he cared. No one else did or seemed to. Everyone lived in the ignorant bliss that Y/N saw through. She saw the corruption and red flags, and for a second she could tell Carlos did too.

“I hope you didn’t make the wrong decision,” Carlos says flatly.

“I think I should say the same thing to you,”

*

Tom paced across the break room in a fit of nerves. The only thing giving him an outlet of stress was the fire being created in the palm of his hands. The warm tingling reminded him of something, not sure what. Maybe it was something earthly that he read in books. Tom could never put his finger on these types of feelings, the descriptions were vague but he felt it. It was the most real thing he’d ever felt.

“What’s so important that I needed to rush over here?” A voice exclaimed as they entered the room.

“I’m dying,” Tom responds, the fire immediately going out.

Harrison, one of Tom’s closest friends, stood in the middle of the room with his fists clenched to his sides. His horns were stark black that contrasted with his light blonde hair. He looked nothing like a Demon should be. It was a running joke that the Creator mixed him up with an Angel, now there’s a poor evil Angel running around. This was immediately debunked though, as Harrison had the highest kill rate in the rankings. Which is why Tom needed his help. Only Harrison would know what to do.

“You can’t die. You have to be alive first to die,” Harrison mocks him with a crooked smirk.

“Haz, I feel like I’m dying.” Tom anxiously tangles his fingers together into a begging motion. “I have no idea what I’m doing-”

“Well, you just got a promotion so you must be doing something right,”

This created a gross taste in the back of Tom’s mouth. After that last assignment, he was given a promotion, finally. But it felt so wrong. He finally killed someone and inadvertently created emotional trauma to that bank teller woman. Not a win in Tom’s book, but Kaiser took it as the biggest accomplishment he’d ever seen.

“That was a fluke. I told you I didn’t pull the trigger-”

“I know that. You know that. We all know that, but we’re going to ignore that so we can celebrate that you’re on your way to getting horns.”

Harrison smiles, taking a rough hand and ruffling Tom’s hair. It seems as if he’s feeling for the little mounds though. Tom could feel Harrison slow down over where his horns should be, but there was nothing. Shame fell upon Tom, along with fear and anxiety. What is a Demon without horns? It’s like an Angel without wings.

That was why he was so curious. Tom wanted to see an Angel’s wings so bad, but the last one was insane about them. She was ashamed, like him. Tom remembered feeling the place where the wings should be, the slits were small and almost closed off. It was like she was purposely not using them so they would disappear. This was not the first time he thought about that Angel, Y/N. She was the reason for his invading nightmares and uncontrollable thoughts. It was her, who tried to kill that woman, that was causing all of his problems.

“I, I killed that robber though. I gave him an aneurysm. Do you know why?” Harrison raises an eyebrow to motion him to continue. “I wanted to see him suffer like he made everyone else did. He didn’t deserve the glorious death of being killed by cops. He deserved to die looking into the eyes of someone who survived his wrath. What does that sound like to you?”

Harrison doesn’t shift an emotion. He nods, grabbing Tom’s shoulder and patting it lightly.

“Sounds like you wanted revenge,” Harrison makes complete eye contact with Tom. “Holy revenge like those fucking Angels. What are you trying to tell me, Tom? That you want to be an Angel or something?”

“No! I don’t know why I feel pity or remorse. I want to be like you, but I don’t know. You need to help me,”

Tom squeaked as the door opened. Harrison nearly jumped, turning his back towards Tom to see who was intruding on their conversation. Though his scowl soon turned into a stiff flat expression when he realized it was Kaiser. Tom bit his lip, wondering if his head of the department knew what he had done. Of course, he did, but he hadn’t said anything which was even more suspicious. Kaiser shuffled in, whistling some sort of song with a letter in hand.

“Men,” Kaiser hummed. “Tom, you have a letter here from the big office,”

His stomach churned. Oh no, this was it for him. Tom knew he was going to end up in the pit for sure. Kaiser handed the letter off as if it was nothing. Harrison whipped around nervously as if he knew what the contents were too.

“Do you know what it is?” Tom questioned in the sturdiest voice he had.

“Not sure. The delivery guy said it was from the transfer unit so maybe that.”

Tom was going to throw up. He needed to set his affairs now because he was going to spend the rest of eternity in the void, wishing for death to finish him off. Tom ripped the letter open and fiddled to read the note. It wasn’t what he expected though. It wasn’t typed up on stationary, but handwritten and sloppy. It was a real letter, and it was from that Angel.

Dear Tom,

This the strangest thing I’ve ever done but I need your help. You are the only one who will understand my pain from that day. You are the only one who really knows what happened that day. I’ve been wracking my head for days on why I did what I did, and why you did what you did, but I can’t find my answers. I’m hoping you will be the key to figuring out the truth. You are my last hope, and I know you’re good. I saw that last time. Please write me back at the return address. I’m really counting on you. Thank you.

Regards,

Y/N

Tom had forgotten to breathe, taking a giant inhale as he tried to process the whole letter. Y/N wanted his help? An Angel risked it all to talk to him? Of course he had to reply. It was the right thing to do and all. Tom looked up to see Harrison and Kaiser still staring at him. Harrison was watching with complete horror while Kaiser looked to him in curiosity. He couldn’t tell them what it was so lying was the next best option.

“Apparently there was a mix up with paperwork,” Tom stated and stuffed the note back in the envelope. “Kaiser, can I get a copy of my last assignment sheet? The head office must've lost it.”

“Sure, I’ll send that to you with your next assignment,” Kaiser shrugged and headed back towards the door. “You worried me for a second. I don’t need another man going to the darkness and all,”

Both Tom and Harrison laughed awkwardly at Kaiser’s comment before he slipped away. Tom waited until the door clicked close to let out a sigh of relief. All that worrying for nothing, or at least for now. He still had to compose a somewhat legible letter and figure out how to send it back without being caught.

“So what was it really?” Harrison motioned to the letter.

“Nothing,”

“You know Kaiser knows you’re lying right?”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter. If he cared he would have said something,” Tom tucked the letter into his coat pocket for later. “And that conversation we had, just forget it okay.”

Harrison quirked an eyebrow up, folding his arms back up to his chest with a stern look. Tom couldn’t tell him about this. He wouldn’t understand. Harrison always fit in and had a way with this job that Tom could never possibly have. This was Tom’s one shot of finding someone who felt the same as him.

“Tom, I want to help you here but you’re not helping yourself,” Harrison tried to take a step closer to his friend but felt the insane heat that radiated off of him. “You just need to turn those feelings off and you can be like the rest of us,”

Like it’s so simple? To just be free of all those emotions that his friends did not have. Tom didn’t choose to feel sympathy. He wanted to be as ruthless as the others. He craved to feel the gratification from ending a life or causing a tragedy. He didn’t feel it though, and Tom always hated himself for that. He wasn’t programmed right, whatever the Creator did it was a mistake. But he was also told that the Creator doesn’t make mistakes. So what now? Live a life that’s a lie? Or suffer for something he can not control?

“I am like the rest of you,” Tom lied with his stomach-churning. “I will cause more destruction than all of you combined. Mark my word,”

Tom’s eyes glowed red and Harrison suddenly was thrown back towards the wall. That was not what Tom was trying to do, but it got his point across. Harrison gripped the carpet, glaring daggers into his best friend. Although he was impressed by the unused power, Harrison hated to be beaten at his own game.

“Challenge accepted,” Harrison smirked while standing to his feet. “Worst person wins,”

Harrison winked which caused the shoulder of Tom’s jacket to light itself on fire. Tom reacted quickly, patting out the flame while Harrison laughed. It always had to be a game with him. He couldn’t take a joke or a bet without it getting serious. Tom watched his friend leave, still chuckling over his childish powers. His hand reached for his pocket to make sure the letter was still there. The parchment felt cold in his hand but it burned a hole in his mind. He needed to do this now.

Tom could not wait until he got home. He searched through the break room trying to find any piece of paper he could write on, finally finding an old stationery set in one of the compartments by the loungers. He snapped a pen into his hand, scrambling quickly what he needed to say. So many things filtered through his mind, so many questions and comments, but he kept it simple.

Dear Y/N

I can’t stop thinking about that day either, mainly because I knew you were just like me. You have been questioning things too. I saw that as soon as I set my eyes on you. The way you were frightened by the fact I didn’t want to barter over lives. It’s something you were not used to, which is the scary thing about what’s going on around us. I may not have the answers you’re looking for, but I can be your person to talk to about this whole mess. We’re the outsiders it seems. And I’m okay with that. Even if we get caught, at least I know we were on the same side. I look forward to talking, and maybe even meeting with you.

Sincerely,

Tom

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Ruthlessly Alive, Chapter 9

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“I can’t find him anywhere,” Syl said, coming up next to Murphy. “Finn’s fucking vanished, and the first courtship ritual is tomorrow morning.”

“Hey, it’ll be fine.” He assured her, face deliberately calm. “Clarke’s made her decision. Nothing he says to her will change his mind. They’re still enjoying their dinner, and you and your friends are keeping an eye out for him.”

“I just don’t get it. He’s been bitching about finding a peaceful solution since we landed, but as soon as we actually find one he decides to make it his mission to fuck it up.” She snarled.

“Syl, you need to relax. Worrying about what he’s going to do gives his actions validity. It gives him the power to ruin things. May I suggest treating him like a complete moron instead? That way when he inevitably does something stupid, he’ll be written off as the village idiot instead of a threat.”

Syl’s eyes widened in wonder. “You think that’ll work?”

“Better than worrying about not being able to find him.” He replied. “Besides, if our people see you panicking, they’ll be on edge, waiting for something bad to happen. Given the nature of tomorrow’s ritual, it’s best that they remain at ease.”

She studied his face for a long moment, before standing on tiptoe and pressing a soft kiss to his mouth. “Thank you.” She murmured. “I’m gonna get Miller to keep an eye on the dropship tonight, but I’m going to bed afterward. Feel free to join me.”

“I’ll try. I’m going to help Octavia and Lincoln set up for the ceremony, so we’ll be up late. I don’t want you to wait up for me. You need to rest after today’s training. You’re going to be miserable tomorrow.” He reminded her.

She grimaced. “Right. Can’t wait.”

He chuckled. “Go to bed. I promise I’ll keep an eye out for Finn, just in case.”

“Goodnight.” She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before darting away to find Miller. He had no idea how she had so much energy, especially considering what Miller had told him about her sleeping habits.

“She likes you.” Octavia declared, materializing out of nowhere. Murphy sighed.

“She doesn’t know me. Well, she knows parts of me. I know why she likes those parts, at least.” He smirked. “For the time being, this is mutually beneficial. I have it on good authority that she needs stress relief.”

“And you?”

“I deal with you every day. I need the stress relief too.” He joked.

“Murph.” She scolded. He rolled his eyes.

“She’s attractive and enthusiastic, and I like fucking.”

“And she’s smart, and a capable warrior.”

“True.”

“So, why won’t you pursue her?” She asked, exasperated. “She wants you, and you want her.”

“Even if I were looking for a houmon—which I’m not—maybe give me more than a couple of weeks to make that kind of decision? Besides she’s under enough stress as it is. She doesn’t need to be courted by anyone right now. At least let her settle into Baltim before you start throwing suitors at her.” He instructed sternly.

“I’m not going to throw suitors at her. She already has one.”

“She doesn’t. But even though she doesn’t, she doesn’t need one right now. She needs someone who can fuck her to sleep and let her do her business during the day. She has enough to deal with now. She doesn’t need more. Don’t interfere.”

“Too late.” Octavia grinned. “But I’ll ease up until we get home.”

“When we get home, I’m taking the trading mission to Azgeda.” He reminded her. She scowled.

“You are not going to Azgeda. The last time you went, they nearly killed you. Sending you again would probably be enough for their Haiplana to declare ware on Trishanakru.” She snapped. “I’ll find someone else to take that mission. You stay in the King’s Guard.”

“You’d make me stay?”

“If it means keeping your head on your shoulders? Absolutely. If you try to go, I’ll chain you up and dangle you off the tallest tree.” She warned.

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Syl caught up with Miller at the gate—he was settling on for a long night on watch, snacks and blanket at the ready. “Hey.”

He turned to look at her. “Hey. What’s up? Did you find him?”

She shook her head. “Murphy thinks we should stop treating him like a threat, and more like the village idiot.” She replied.

Miller sniggered. “Well if Murphy thinks so, we should…”

“Oh come on. It’s not even like that. It’s a good idea! Treating him like he can ruin things means people will think that it’s actually possible to ruin it.” She huffed, crossing her arms stubbornly.

“Just giving you a hard time. We should still tell Clarke, just in case. Just so she knows what to expect.”

“Agreed. I need to head to bed because I’m welcoming the elder from Trishanakru in the morning. Can you catch her up when she gets out of the dropship?”

“Yeah, sure.” He agreed, dropping into his seat. “I don’t get why Raven insists on staying with him.”

“He’s her family. They’ve been together forever. I get it. But that doesn’t change the fact that he cheated on her, lied about it, and is now actively sabotaging our best—probably only—chance at peace.” She replied, voice low and irritated.

“I bet he thought that peace meant Clarke would end up back where she started. At his side, admiring him and taking him seriously.” He snorted.

“Idiot. I can’t believe I’m wasting so much of my brain on him.” Syl groaned. “I have so much more to deal with.”

“So don’t deal with him. Leave him to me and Wells. I bet Wells will look for any reason to smack Spacewalker around.” He chuckled. She shot him an odd look. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.” She raised an eyebrow. “Wow. Did I notice someone’s sexual tension before you? That’s unheard of.”

“Would you just shut up and tell me?” She snapped. He snickered.

“Wells has it bad for Reyes. I’d bet money on it.”

“We use a barter system.”

“It’s a fucking expression, Syl. An expression that means ‘I’m fucking positive that Wells pops a boner every time Raven talks nerdy to him.’ Seriously, watch them next time she starts explaining something scientific.”

She gazed at him, a little horrified. “Really? Are you sure?”

“As positive as I can possibly be about heterosexual attraction, yeah.”

“I can’t believe I didn’t notice.”

“To be fair, when Raven’s talking science, you go into science mode. You stop really thinking of anything else. It’s pretty hard to shake.”

“Do I really do that?”

“Why do you think you’re currently planning a fecal purification center? Jasper mentioned wasted methane once and you were done.” He scoffed. “Get out of here. You need to sleep. I’ll keep an eye on everything, and I’ll get you if I need anything, I promise.”

“Thanks, Miller.” She smiled, dropping to press an affection kiss to his forehead. “You’re the best.”

“Damn right. Get out of here.”

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Clarke shook Syl awake almost violently the next morning. “Jesus, you don’t need to give me whiplash to wake me up.” She groused, rising to a sitting position. Her muscles screamed at her—protesting her every move.

“Sorry. Trishanakru’s elder is showing up soon. I figured you might want to wash up and have breakfast before your day goes crazy. If you’re as sore as I am, I figured you’d want as much time to get ready as possible.” Clarke grumbled, hating the fact that it was morning.

“Yeah, fine. Good morning, by the way. How was your date?” Syl asked, stretching gingerly and slowly climbing to her feet.

“It was nice. Thank you for setting it up.” Clarke blushed. “It was nice to get to know each other without everyone else listening in and interrupting.”

“So no one interrupted?”

Clarke’s face darkened. “No. No one’s seen him, either. But Miller told me that he was AWOL last night. Even if he does come to me, there’s nothing he can do to change my mind.” She was practically growling. “Bellamy already told me about his girlfriend-turned-assassin. It’s not news to me.”

“Nothing to worry about then.” Syl breathed a sigh of relief.

“No, I still want to keep an eye out for him. He’s a loose cannon right now. Things aren’t going his way and I feel like he’s losing it. I don’t really know how far he’ll go to get his way because I don’t really know him. Can you get Monroe and Harper to keep an eye out for him today? Especially during the ritual.” Clarke looked anxious.

Syl watched her, concerned, and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Whatever you want. Let me know what you need, I’ll make it happen.”

“Thanks, Syl.” Clarke replied gratefully. “I need to go borrow some poison from Lincoln. I’ll see you later. Miller and Wells have your breakfast.”

She headed out of the tent, shoulders tight and exuding faint yet constant anxiety. Syl didn’t blame her. She was going to stab and poison her fiancé today.

Clarke made her way through the camp towards Octavia and Lincoln’s tent. Along the way, Miller and Wells fell into step with her, giving her quick updates on the state of the Hundred—Ellie skinned her knee, Vex bullied a younger girl out of her rations, Raven and Jasper were arguing over their limited equipment, so they’d need to figure out how to split their time with the tools they had available, Monty wanted to form a foraging party and had a list ready—before splitting off again to resume their own tasks.

“Lincoln? Are you awake?” She asked when she arrived at her soon to be brother-in-law’s tent. He poked his head out a second later.

“Good morning. Did you need something?” He asked.

“Yeah—do you know any slow-acting poisons that I can use during today’s ritual?” She asked. “Bellamy mentioned that Trigedakru warriors traditionally carry poisons and cures with them.”

“I do. Wait here.” He replied, ducking back into his tent before returning with a small tin that was filled with vials. “This one is made with a purple moss that’s found by the river. It causes vomiting, headaches, and hallucinations within minutes, but it doesn’t kill you for days.”

“Do you think that’s enough for the ritual?” Clarke asked him anxiously. “I don’t want to hurt him or risk him dying if I do something wrong.”

“Then this is the one you should use. Would you like the cure?”

She shook her head. “No. But could you tell me what the cure is? That way I can prepare it myself.”

He smiled approvingly. “Of course. There’s a black beetle that lives in the same area as the moss. They feed on the moss. Crush them to make a cure. You’ll only need a handful.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Gross.”

“It is.” He chuckled. “But better than dying, don’t you think?”

She nodded. “Could you take Monty to forage? He can bring back beetles for me.”

“I can take Monty to forage,” Octavia said from inside the tent, pushing past Lincoln a moment later. “I wanted to go hunting for tonight’s dinner anyways. We can’t feed Irene dried meat. I don’t think her teeth are strong enough.” She was fastening her shoulder guard to her jacket.

“I didn’t even think of that,” Clarke whispered, a little frantic. “Is there anything else she needs? I don’t want to offend her.”

“Oh, you won’t. She wouldn’t expect you to cater to her needs, given all that you have to accomplish. But you should be wearing Bellamy’s courting gift when she arrives. Look nice, too. Get someone to do your hair. You want to show her that you’re proud to be Bell’s houmon.” Octavia instructed. “She raised us, so she’s very protective. If she thinks you don’t appreciate him, she’s likely to find a reason to declare your courtship failed.”

“I do appreciate him!” Clarke cried.

“I know that, and you know that. It’s not me you need to prove yourself to.” Octavia reminded her, before pausing. “Well, yes, you need to prove yourself to me, too. But I already mostly like you.” She revised. “Pull out all the stops for Irene. Go wash your face and do your hair and put on your jacket. Show her a queen.”

Clarke’s stomach was doing somersaults now. “Okay.” She mumbled. “I’ll do that.”

Octavia rolled her eyes. “Relax. You’ll be fine. Don’t lose your teeth now.” She scolded. “We agreed to this alliance because you’re opinionated and bold and fearless. Go get Raven to do your hair, put on your jacket, and start pretending you’re queen.” She gripped Clarke’s chin, forcing the shorter blonde to meet her eyes. "Pretend you’re queen until you believe that you are. You saw how Anya spoke and behaved. Pretend you’re her. Hold your head high, speak forcefully, make sure they know that your opinion is final. Do you understand?”

Clarke nodded, spine straightening as Octavia spoke, meeting the steely gaze with one of her own. “I understand.”

“Good. Go.” She demanded, turning Clarke around and gently shoving her in the direction of Raven’s tent. Clarke immediately adapted to Octavia’s commands, jaw held aloft as she strode across the camp with purpose.

“Raven?” She called just outside the tent. “I need your help.”

Raven poked her head out, looking unusually disheveled. There were dark circles under her eyes, the whites of which were bloodshot. Her face looked somewhere between exhausted, worried, and annoyed. “What?”

“What happened to you?”

“Finn is missing.”

“He’ll be back,” Clarke said, hoping she was exuding confidence and reassurance instead of anxiety and annoyance. “If he’s not back by the end of the ritual, I’ll even help you look for him.”

Raven’s smile held some thankfulness but was largely forlorn. “He was gone before I even noticed. As soon as he thought you might be in danger, he disappeared.”

“He’d do it for anyone if he thought they were in danger. He doesn’t approve of the marriage. I can’t say I blame him—it’s not how we were brought up. I do wish he’d respect my decisions though. This is my choice, and I’m quite pleased with it.”

“I know. I’m working on getting through to him, Clarke, I promise.”

“It’s not your responsibility, you know. You’re already on board. He needs to get with the program fast because this is happening whether he likes it or not.”

“Right.” Raven looked down at her feet. She could read between the lines. She knew that if Finn endangered the alliance—and by extension, the Hundred—Clarke would banish him and have the full support of the rest of the Delinquent Council and the Grounders. “Did you need something?”

“Yeah. Could you do my hair before the Trishanakru elder gets here? I want to put my best foot forward.”

“Uh…your hair?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure. Come on in.” She said, stepping aside for her soon-to-be queen. Clarke smiled gratefully, and Raven took Clarke into her hands. “So, how are you feeling about today?” Raven asked as she got to work.

“Honestly, I’m nervous and jittery, but Octavia bullied me into acting confident. I’ll be fine once I’m dressed and ready."

They talked through the day to come as Raven finger-combed and twisted and knotted and tied until Clarke's hair was perfected—two french braids at either side of her head, and braided down the center so that it was half up, half down. She looked regal and vicious—an elegant counterpart to Octavia’s ferocity.

“Holy crap, Raven.” Clarke breathed, examining her reflection in a tiny hand mirror that they’d scavenged in the art-supply store. “I look amazing.”

“Hell yeah, you do.” Raven smiled. “Now go wash your face and get dressed. I’ll go get your breakfast and make sure that everyone in the welcoming party is ready. Have you seen Bellamy yet this morning?”

“Not yet. We were up late, so I let him sleep in. And I didn’t want him to see me right when I woke up. I was super sore from yesterday.”

“Yeah, that training is no joke.” Raven winced. “Monty came through with some anti-inflammatory tea. It was pretty tasty. Paired well with the breakfast berry mush crap that he feeds us in the morning.”

“Really? I’ll have to go find him and snag some of that. I don’t think I can lift my arms long enough to stab someone in this condition.” Clarke replied dryly. “Thanks again for the hair, Raven. It’s beautiful.”

“No problem, princess.” Raven winked, pulling her out of the tent and pushing her towards their communal “sink”, and waltzing off in search of food and their council. Clarke scrubbed her face clean, before traipsing back to her own tent to pull on the beautiful fur jacket.

Ultimately, she didn’t have to go searching for Monty—Monty came for her instead. He shoved a bottle of hot tea into one hand, and a bowl of breakfast berry mush into the other. “Eat. Drink. No more skipping breakfast, and that tea is to loosen up your muscles.” He sounded stern and scolding.

“I was just about to come find you.” She assured him. “Raven told me about the tea.”

“Sure, the tea. But what about the food? You didn’t eat a full breakfast yesterday, Clarke. You’re going to collapse at this rate. You were a medical candidate. You know better than to allow yourself to skip meals. Malnourishment is dangerous down here—even more than on the Ark.” He chastised her.

Clarke narrowed her eyes. “If I’m going to be a queen, I can’t stuff myself while my people are going hungry. I won’t be that kind of leader, Monty.”

“None of us are going hungry anymore.” He snapped. “Now we’re all well fed, and we need you to be healthy and have your crap together because you’re going to be our Queen and we’re all depending on you. We depended on you before, but at least you had us to fall back on. Now we’re just your advisors, and all of our decisions are with you and Bellamy. Our alliance—our lives—are in your hands, and that means jack shit if you’re dead or delirious from hunger. As of now, I’ve made it my personal responsibility to make sure you stay healthy. We’re all going to have long, happy, prosperous lives, including you.”

There was a ferocity in Monty’s tone that booked absolutely no argument. “Fine. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I need to run—Octavia’s taking me foraging. I’m getting your fiancé coming by in a minute to make sure you’ve eaten.”

She went rigid. “What?”

“Bellamy. He wanted to spend some time with you before the elder showed up. I told him that you hadn’t eaten yet, and were liable to forget when you have a lot on your mind.” Monty replied. “You might think I’m overstepping, but he’s about to be your literal life partner, and he needs to know the warning signs for when you’re going full-martyr on him.”

“Monty!”

“Relax. I literally just told him that you spend so much time thinking and organizing that you forget. That’s mostly true.” He shrugged. “This is my condition for being okay with this, Clarke. I’m okay with this as long as you promise to take better care of yourself.”

Clarke glared at him. “Fine.”

“Fine.” Monty agreed, equally obstinate.

She sighed. “Be safe. Don’t forget my beetles.”

“I won’t. See you soon. Try to relax. I can feel your tension from here.” He informed her before sprinting back out of the tent, no doubt to meet up with the ever-impatient Octavia at the gate.

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The contingent from Trishanakru—including their elder, Irene—arrived with very little fuss or fanfare. They were greeted by the Delinquent Council (minus Miller and Finn) at the gate, along with Bellamy and Lincoln who took the liberty of translating from Gonasleng to Trigedasleng and back between the Hundred and the visiting warriors.

Irene herself spoke perfect English—Gonasleng, they reminded themselves—and immediately set about invading Clarke’s personal space and asking invasive questions. She wasted no time plowing through the camp, inspecting every nook and cranny to see if their potential was oversold to her by the emissaries who had been sent to fetch her. She seemed begrudgingly impressed by the time she was finished and lunch rolled around.

Monty served her—the finest stew he could muster with his limited resources, and passed Clarke a bottle of beetles in the next moment.

“I appreciate that you’re taking the time to observe our traditions, skaigada.” The terse woman tutted as she ate from her bowl with pursed lips. Apparently, she was used to far better food. Next to her, Bellamy had been sporadically tensing all day but had yet to interject. She supposed that meant they were doing well so far.

“Bellamy has been so kind to us, and his protection—allowing us to join his people—is more than we ever could have asked for.” She smiled up at him, body tilting towards his. He placed a comforting hand on the small of her back. “The least we could do in return is learn and respect your customs. They’ll be our customs soon enough, after all.”

Irene studied her with a steely gaze. “Pretty words.” Clarke’s heart sank.

After lunch, Octavia and Lincoln led Irene away to supervise as they set up their ritual ground. Anya would be arriving soon—she had insisted on being present for each ritual to ensure that they were taking place as quickly as possible. Clarke kept her head high as Bellamy steered her towards her tent, but as soon as they were inside her shoulders slumped and she let out a shaky breath.

“You’re doing well,” Bellamy assured her, placing his hands on her shoulders, thumbs brushing her collarbones in gentle circles. It was soothing.

“She hates me.”

“She hates everyone. She’s old as dirt. When you’ve lived as long and met as many people as she has, you can’t help but hate everyone. Trust me, she likes you as much as she can possibly like anyone.” He said. “She just needs to like you enough to agree to oversee the courtship rituals. She appreciates that you’re obeying tradition. You’re doing fine.”

She looked up at him, searching his face for…not dishonesty, but false appeasement. As always, he seemed earnest. “I’m taking your word for it.” She replied, leaning into his touch.

“You look beautiful, by the way.” He said, grinning cheekily. “I love your hair. Did Octavia do it for you?”

She shook her head, blushing. “Raven did.”

“She did a great job. If she ever wants to give up on machines, she should take up a career as a master of ceremonies.”

“I’ll let her know.” She joked weakly. If Bellamy was trying to distract her, he was doing an amazing job. His hands were warm and heavy and she could physically remember how it felt to have them squeezing her ass. “Hey, so I’m gonna kiss you.” She informed him. He looked delighted for about two seconds before she wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and pulled him down to meet her lips with his. She figured he was still delighted, but she just couldn’t see it.

Somehow—she lost track—they ended up on the bed with her in his lap, trading quiet conversation and slow kisses. Then, the tent flew open.

“Oh, sorry to interrupt.” Murphy said, not sorry at all. In fact, he looked really fucking amused. Clarke kind of wanted to smack him. “Ceremony’s supposed to start soon. Syl told me to let Clarke know that she has everything you need, ready to go.”

“Thank you, Murphy. We’ll be out in a minute.” Bellamy replied, voice rough. Though tempted to bury her face in her fiance’s neck, she turned to look Murphy in the eye, staring stonily into his smirk. He raised his hands in mocking surrender and backed out of the tent, sniggering under his breath. “I didn’t realize how long we’d been here.” He admitted.

“I really don’t want to stab you.” She said, curling closer into him. His grip tightened around her.

“Don’t worry. Really, it’ll be alright.” He assured her. “You can make it shallow if it really bothers you. I’m more worried about the poison.”

“Oh great!” She cried, trying to pull back from him. He only held her tighter.

“I was joking.” He chuckled—a low, comforting rumble. “I trust you.”

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Apparently, while Bellamy and Clarke had been…canoodling, Octavia, Syl, Wells, Murphy, and Lincoln had been hard at work under Irene’s watchful eye. The mouth of the Dropship had been transformed into a stunning altar—littered with flowers and trapped with pretty white fur. “Seems like a shame to use white since we’ll just get blood on it,” Clarke said quietly to Syl.

Syl snorted. “Yeah, you’ve got a point. But this is step one of your multi-step wedding. If it’s not beautiful and memorable, that means I’m a terrible bridesmaid. So you best stab Bellamy as beautifully as you possibly can. I expect a work of art to match my fur-and-flower masterpiece.”

Clarke grinned, laughter bubbling up. “You’re ridiculous.” She looked back to the altar. “It’s really gorgeous. Somehow, I can’t believe their weddings look like this.”

“I added some of our traditions in. Or—traditions from before the bombs.” Syl admitted. “Octavia looked almost offended by how many flowers I wanted. Apparently, during the courting period, they’re barely used. But I remember some of those old romance movies we used to watch and I couldn’t help myself.”

“Oh my god.” Clarke stared at her in awe. “Syl, you’re my maid of honor! You might actually be the first ark-born maid of honor.” Wedding parties had all but been rendered obsolete since all weddings on the Ark were bare-bones ceremonies with no decorations or extraneous details. Now that there were preparations and rituals and frivolity, the title suddenly held meaning.

Syl’s eyes widened, then almost immediately filled with tears. “Holy crap.”

“We'd better tell Raven, Harper and Monroe that they’re bridesmaids before they kill you for your title.” Clarke laughed tearily, pulling Syl into an enthusiastic, too-tight hug.

“Are you two alright?” Octavia asked, coming up behind them and rapidly growing alarmed at their sudden tears. “Why are you crying?”

“They’re good tears,” Clarke assured her croakily. “I’ll explain later.”

Octavia nodded, wary but ready to move on immediately if it meant avoiding tears. “We’re ready to start the ritual. I think the people who wanted to attend are all here.”

Clarke looked over her shoulder at the crowd that had amassed—most of the Hundred stood near the altar, waiting for the ceremony to start. She let go of Syl. “My murder weapons?” She asked, and Syl immediately pointed up to the altar.

“There’s a cloth bundle up there with the knife and the poison and your medical supplies, and a cup of moonshine. Poison the moonshine and give it to him. You have what you need to cure the poison, don’t you?” They were walking forward, and suddenly the whole thing felt so much more real.

Clarke nodded. “Monty went and got it for me this morning.”

“Good,” Syl said, stopping in front of the Dropship door. “You’ve got this.”

“Sure.” She agreed halfheartedly, turning to walk up to Bellamy’s side.

She found herself thanking every single deity she’d ever heard of for asking Bellamy about the rituals in advance. Irene was speaking quickly, presiding over the ceremony with practiced and rapid efficiency. Unfortunately, Clarke couldn’t understand a word of it, since she was speaking Trigedasleng so fast that it barely sounded like she was fully forming words.

Then, Bellamy was picking up a knife. “Em gonplei ste ai gonplei, en taim yu bilaik led raun, ai na fis yu op.” He recited. She was glad that she recognized that phrase—when he’d explained the ceremony, he’d told her when she’d have to do or say specific things. That included a brief lesson on how to say the things she’d need to say. She held out her hand to him,  and he ran the knife across her palm. She couldn’t help but wonder if it had been sterilized.

He pulled a small bottle and a long strip of cloth from his pocket, quickly uncorking the former and tipping the (sludgy, slimy) contents into her hand. It stung like a motherfucker, but at least he was taking the time to sterilize it. It dried surprisingly fast and felt almost gelatinous when it did, and that was when he began gently bandaging her hand. “Ai na fis yu op, kom ai fis yu op deyon."

Irene began speaking again—slower this time, but still in Trigedasleng.  This time she could hear the question that would prompt her response. “Yu na dufa yu houmon?" Irene asked.

“Em gonplei ste ai gonplei, en taim yu bilaik led raun, ai na fis yu op." She recited, anxiety spiking to an all-time high. She unfolded the bundle that Syl had left for her, picking up the vial and pouring it into the cup of moonshine. She handed it to Bellamy, who dutifully took it and slammed it back. She stared at him, wide-eyed, but he only winked at her, a teasing smile lighting his face. How can he possibly trust me so completely after only a few days? She fretted. They’d need to have a chat about his survival instincts at some point.

She reached up and unfastened his shoulder guard and cape, followed by his jacket and shirt—folding them carefully and placing them on the white fur. When he stood shirtless before her, she picked up the knife. There was a murmur in the crowd, and she looked up at him. He gave her a reassuring nod, but said nothing.

She placed the tip of the blade to his lower abdomen but hesitated. He placed a hand on her shoulder, rubbing small circles into her shoulder with his thumb. He’d figured out how to calm her so quickly—he was always so reassuring. And now she was going to stab him.

It was quick—she didn’t want to stab him slowly, after all—a short but forceful thrust and her knife (which must have been sharpened) was buried to its hilt. Bellamy groaned against gritted teeth, not wanting to cry our and startle her or the crowd. The crowd was startled anyways.

“What the fuck?” One of the Hundred—Harper, probably—screeched.

“What the hell are you doing? You’re supposed to marry him, not murder him!” She wasn’t sure who was screaming what anymore, but she was grateful for Octavia, Lincoln, and Murphy who were lined up and ready to push back anyone who tried to interfere. She could faintly hear Wells explaining the ritual to the crowd, but her heartbeat was thundering in her ears.

“Lie down.” She told him, assisting him as he immediately complied. “How are you feeling? Is the poison presenting yet?”

“I feel sick. I might throw up. You sound far away.” He told her dutifully. She nodded, hoping that vomiting was as far as she’d let it go. She strung her needle, soaked it in fresh, unpoisoned moonshine, applied pressure to the wound, and methodically pulled out the knife. She cleaned the open wound with moonshine, too. Then, she set to work stitching him back up. So far, this was going well.

Bellamy turned to his side and heaved, vomiting on the beautiful white furs. “I was right.” She whispered to him. “I told Syl that the white fur would be ruined.” He laughed weakly but fell silent quickly. It (understandably) hurt to laugh.

She ground the beetles into a paste, just like Lincoln said. He grimaced but forced it down when she fed it to him. Then she set about sterilizing everything, pouring moonshine over his wound, wiping away the excess blood, washing her hands, and finally bandaging his midsection. “You’re all set.” She told him, and he stood on shaky feet. Then, louder, she said: “Ai na fis yu op, kom ai fis yu op deyon."

Irene looked pleased and spoke again, once more too fast for Clarke to even try to comprehend. Bellamy was taking her hand and presenting it to Irene like a trophy, and the elder was preparing to tie something around her wrist—a strip of red cloth, it looked like—when suddenly Bellamy spasmed with a pained gasp and dropped to the floor with a reverberating thud. Clarke fell to her knees beside him immediately—he was convulsing violently, and there was blood on his lips.

“Octavia, hold him down before he hurts himself!” Clarke yelled. She was running through all the possibilities. Had Monty gotten the wrong beetle? No, Octavia had gone with him. Did Lincoln give her the wrong poison? No, Octavia would have corrected him. Did the moonshine react poorly to the poison? No, moonshine would dilute the properties of the poison, if anything. This was just like…

She looked over at the knife. She hadn’t sterilized it before stabbing Bellamy, because Syl would have done that before putting it with her supplies. Right?

“Syl! Did you sterilize the knife?”

“Of course I did! Do you think I’m brand fucking new?” She snapped, panicking.

Octavia looked up, alarmed, realizing that this wasn’t what Clarke had planned. “This isn’t part of the ritual?” Clarke shook her head. "Clarke, our healer can—“

“No. I’ve got this. It might not be what I had planned, but it’s my responsibility.” Clarke interrupted. “Monty, I need seaweed, bandages, and more moonshine.” Monty took off like a bullet, Jasper hot on his heels. “Lincoln, help me carry him inside. I need to get him onto one of the tables in the dropship. Wells, keep everyone out, I don’t need an audience to distract me."

Wells and Lincoln complied, the latter pulling Bellamy up to be carried between himself and Octavia. She turned to Irene. “I’m sorry, I know the ritual is important but—“

“He’s your priority. The ritual can always be redone, but only if he survives. Go.” Irene pushed her towards the mouth of the Dropship, and Clarke disappeared inside with Syl and Miller hot on her heels. She didn’t notice Irene following her, taking up quiet and watchful residence in a darkened corner.

“Clarke, our healer is here. Diggs is good. He won’t get in the way, but he knows more about how to treat our illnesses than you, just because he was raised here.” Octavia insisted. “Let me get him to help you. Please.”

Clarke bit her lip but nodded. Octavia rushed out, yelling for Diggs, and Clarke got to work. She unbandaged the wound and checked the stitches. Monty returned, Jasper in tow, and set to work on creating a poultice while Clarke re-sterilized the wound, watching for excess lymph or pus as she worked.

“Someone poisoned the blade.” She whispered to Syl. “I don’t know how long it was left unattended, but this is just like Finn’s wound from when we had Sterling captive. Remember?” Syl looked up at her, alarmed. “Lincoln, do you know what Trishanakru warriors poison their weapons with?” Clarke demanded.

Lincoln frowned, but nodded. “Diggs will be carrying the cure with him. Octavia, too.” He responded, looking back down at Bellamy’s wound. “That’s what he was poisoned with? I thought you were using the poison I gave you.”

“I did. Someone poisoned my blade, and it looks like the injury one of our people had when Sterling was our prisoner. He wouldn’t give us the cure, so I had to keep him alive until the poison was out of his system, but that took too long and it took a serious toll on his body. I don’t think I have that kind of time.” She said, words gaining speed as she rambled.

“Hey, chill out. You’ve got this.” Syl demanded.

She did have it. As soon as Octavia returned with Diggs, she explained and Diggs had his collection of bottles out of his bag in a flash, helping her dress the wound. She took the poultice from Monty and Jasper, pressing it into his heated skin before bandaging over it.  

Then they waited. Clarke wasn’t totally sure when he’d passed out, but he was eerily still. “Miller.” Clarke beckoned him over. “As soon as Finn is back, I want him detained.” She instructed once he was close enough. “I don’t know if he had anything to do with this, but I want him searched for that poison. Syl, I want you and Octavia to go check out the art supply store. If he were to stash it anywhere, it would be there. It’s too risky to keep it in his own tent since he lives with Raven.”

Syl and Miller regarded each other anxiously. “You really think he did it?”

“I have no idea. But I think he’s the only one who’s upset enough about the terms of our alliance to do something like this.” Clarke admitted. “If one of our people is responsible, then we need to handle it early, or else it’ll all fall apart. We can’t afford that, and you know it.”

They looked uneasy, but her tone booked no room for argument. They left the Dropship to keep watch, leaving her with Jasper, Monty, Lincoln, and Octavia, watching Bellamy and waiting.

“I was right to be worried about the poison.” Bellamy groaned, and Clarke was so relieved that she could have cried.

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