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ac3id · 4 years

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pairings: shinso hitoshi x cat girl reader

warnings : slight bondage in the end, sfwish, yn is a cat girl guess thats it ahahah. all characters are in their third years thus they are 18 and plus!!

a/n: ahaha so i fnally uploaded this!! i swear shinso is one of my favs so im so happy you requested this! so important noteeee if u’re updated w the manga ya prolly know shinchan will start in the hero class (i think he’s going to be in class B) by his second year. so this scenario takes place in the third year so both him n reader chan r in the hero course :]]]] enjooy!!

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hitoshi couldn’t lie to himself, he was genuinely amused by your quirk. a literal cat girl!? seriously? even though, he was aware that in this supernatural world, where anything and everything is possible, and that there might’ve been at least a million catgirls, around the globe; it still came as a surprise.

he likes cats, they are adorable and what not; but a human as a cat? is he allowed to like them? wouldn’t that just be a weird fetish? hitoshi had been struggling with the answer to that question ever since he found out you could lewd cat girls which was since middle school.

the next thing he knew was that there was one sitting two feet away from him. the universe was playing a cruel, cruel joke on him.

at first, he thought you were shy; afraid to talk to others. he noticed that you kept to yourself, yeah you had friends alright. he had seen you hanging out with kendo and tetsutetsu before but you were quite introverted. that being said, he was shocked to find you bickering with the infamous angry blond of the other class; apparently he had insulted your quirk- deeming it vain and the only use of it was being an eye candy. you sure did give bakugou katsuki a piece of your mind that day, the teachers had to stop both of you from tearing each other’s faces off.

hitoshi found himself thinking about you. a lot. he figured he was crushing on you. yes, he definitely was. sometimes, he’d see others petting your head and scratching your ears like, you know, how you would do to a cat...it was so hard not running up to you and doing the same. it was hard, very hard but he managed self-control until he slipped up.

oops-

you were standing next to him and his hand ventured on its own and landed on top of your head, petting it and scratching your ears like he had seen your friends do. usually, you would let out a purr but now, you froze. out of the blue hitoshi had started patting and rubbing your head. on top of that he didn’t even realize it, he continued with his actions until you practically bit him. he swiftly pulled his hand away and looked down at your smaller figure which was fuming with rage.

your face was on fire, eyebrows scrunched together, and fangs baring out, you growled at him. “what the fuck?” you spit shoving a finger to his chest, “take your weird fucking fetish away from me!” one could say you were livid. you proceeded to threaten the life out of hitoshi, promising him that you’d make him call for his mama the next time he pulls something like that up. he apologizes and promises he wouldn’t do something like that ever again.

well, he lied. he does it again and again until it becomes a hobby of his, reaching out petting your head and scratching your ears while you stand there with a raging blush across your face. you like it, secretly but you’d never admit. hitoshi seems to get bolder over time. one day in class he just, straight out grabs your tail tugging on it, feeling the soft fur between his fingers. you almost ripped his face off that day.

surprisingly, both of you become friends. training together, hanging out from time to time, and yes. the teasing hitoshi pulls you through. the friendship that grows between the two of you is beautiful but the sexual tension? it’s frustrating. hitoshi wants you to beg for it but you know your dignity is not going to allow it ever.

“you look cute..all tied up like this.” hitoshi grins tugging on your tail as he watches you struggle in his binds with your face bright red and ears twitching. you both had been training till a minute ago but now, you were all tangled up in his capture weapon suspending in midair held together by the thick straps of his scarf-like equipment.

he stalks around you stopping right in front of your face. His fingers gilded under your chin, tugging your face up. “not funny..shinso, let go!” you struggle around the capture weapon hoping it would loosen the string but instead, it only gripped around you tighter. “you know,” he calls out to you, his eyes a shade darker than the beautiful purple he always wore. “you’re always such a brat and i am tired.” he is petting your head again, “tell me,” he says your name sending shivers down your spine and desire through your veins. “do you want me as i want you?” his nose touches yours as he waits for your reply, you let out a meek yes which makes him lose all the self restrain he had.

he smashes his lips onto yours kissing you with passion. he nibbles on your lip, grazing his tongue over it before slipping it into your mouth. moans leave your throat as the kiss gets heated, it’s as if hitoshi doesn’t want to let go but the growing need for oxygen takes over him, he pulls away locking his eyes with your cat-like pupils, thinking of what all he could do with you for the rest of the night.

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buglife · 3 years

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Terra Lumina

A hollow knight au guide that I keep writing in. You can read all my writings and art stuff in the #terra-lumina tag. Mostly so I can just point to this post when explaining things awee. :3 Post subject to edits and changes.

Terra Lumina is an au where both Ghost (the little knight) and Quirrel are together and are the new rulers of Hallownest. So it's a royalty au! Pretty much it's slice of life where they do their best to be a better ruler than the Pale King ever was, ruling with kindness and intelligence. Seriously, like, the Pale King could have just talked to the Radiance instead of letting things snowball like they did. They both live in the new palace which is pretty much like the White House in that it's mostly dedicated to government with an apartment for the rulers to live in. It's where the old palace used to be, but now it's much greener and 100% less buzzsaws. It is post embrace the void ending and an everyone lives/nobody dies au where the only characters that are dead are those that were found so at the start of the game. Takes place about 5-7 years after the end of the game.

The two romantic rulers.

Ghost:Now taller than Quirrel and is the Shade Lord, god of void and dreams. Sovereign of Hallownest and rightful ruler due to king's brand. Can use telepathy but only does so with family/friends, as they are nervous about scaring people so uses sign language with them. Is very happy to have family/friends and overall liked by most folks. Is still scary to some and is sad about that. Married Quirrel. Considers Mato their adoptive father and calls them such. Still enjoys fighting (but for fun now). Since dreams are now their aspect, they gather up nightmares to help the population (and gives to their adopted grimmchild, Allegro, and Grimm themselves.)

Quirrel: Now called the Scholar King, rules alongside Ghost. He still has trouble believing that this is his life. Chaotic Good. Mostly deals with the logistics in running the kingdom. Adoptive mother is Monomon who found him when he was teeny tiny. Did not attempt to drown themselves, instead isolated himself when he thought Monomon was dead so Ghost had to find him. Still fights and can practically teleport. Spends free time in the palace library where a copy of all the surviving books were moved to and is free to the public to check out and read.

Family/Friends

Hornet: Still the Princess of Deepnest and was happy to have her mother Herrah rule again. Is officially Deepnest's ambassador and works closely with her sibling to be sure things that need to get done, get done. She won't admit it but she loves spending time with her siblings. Also randomly jumps Ghost to keep them on their toes and make sure they don't lose their skill. This can happen at anytime, anyplace. Is a close ally with the Hive and is helping the new Queen get used to her role. Also demands spars with Quirrel all the time because she does like her brother and law and the fact she doesn't kill him is proof enough in her eyes.

Mato: Dadmaster. Pretty much raised Ghost in between the end of the game to present day (and did a damn good job). Still lives in the Howling Cliffs and teaches students still, especially knight candidates. Is always on hand to cause trouble if needed. Is so proud you guys can't even. Keeps his home open in case Ghost and Quirrel need to hide for a bit. Officiated Ghost and Quirrel's wedding because of course.

Hollow: Part of the new great knights of Hallownest and is known as Hollow the Kind. Still likes to help people, and after having lots of care and therapy, is now more expressive and open. Is pretty much free to do what they please, and they choose to mostly patrol the kingdom and help when needed. Is constantly sneaking frogs into the palace because Hollow loves them. Can only use telepathy with other void beings and uses sign language to communicate otherwise. Is still missing an arm but had a magical prosthetic built. Loves to be in cuddle piles.

Tiso:Big brother figure and part of the new great knights of Hallownest. He is known as Tiso the Daring. Is actually a badass Captain America type fighter, just couldn't dodge a house sized mawlek and nearly died back then. Taught Ghost all the swears and often invokes 'Big Brother Rights'. Is also Captain of the Guard and has matured a lot since the end of the game. In a relationship with Myla and Cloth.

Cloth:Part of the new great knights of Hallownest and is known as Cloth the Strong. Makes sure people behave. Has healed from her near suicidal want to join her late lover, and now has a more positive outlook on life. Tends to organize tournaments that aren't fucked up and fatal like the Coliseum. In a relationship with Tiso and Myla.

Myla:Was saved from the infection, but it left her prone to sickness and a little weaker than most bugs. Compensates for still being cherry and wonderful to be around. Actually wicked smart and has helped Ghost restart the mining industry. Enjoys going to musicals/plays in her free time. Still loves being a geologist and provided most of the geological samples in the Capital's museum. Is in a relationship with Cloth and Tiso.

Ogrim: The only surviving great knight of old Hallownest. Is part of the new knights as Ogrim the Defender. Is the leader of the new knights and is a brilliant tactician. Has moved up from the Waterways to a new home and no longer lives in exile. Likes to plan parties and is generally doing better. He deserves it.

God Tamer: Real name is Xena (I seen it used around and I like it.) Part of the new great knights of Hallownest and is known as Xena the Tamer. Still works alongside her beast, ‘Pickles’. Has an uncanny ability to befriend dangerous beasts and pacifies them. Now has a small zoo’s worth of ‘friends’ that come and go for pats and treats. Dunks on Tiso a lot. Is surprisingly a conservationist. Will beat the shit out of people without hesitation if needed. Often fights new recruits to judge areas needing improvement. Has no tolerance for idiots. Was saved from the infection, but was not infected long enough to cause long term damage.

Allegro: The Grimmchild. Has chosen female pronouns. She is now past the grub stage and has left the kingdom to travel with her father, Grimm, to learn how to take over the Troupe. Still keeps in contact with Ghost through dreams and loves Ghost very much as their ‘Ren’. Was and still is, a little shit. Ghost misses them a lot but is comforted by her visits. Ghost saves nightmares to give to her so she can get big and strong!

Grimm: Considered a friend at this point, and taught Ghost about the dream realm. Visits through dreams. Ghost saves nightmares to give to him. Often has advice when needed.

Sheo/Nailsmith: Uncles. They both run an art school with Sheo teaching fine arts and Nail(Smith) teaching forging. They also run an art gallery. Are up to cause trouble whenever needed.

Oro: Uncle. The real sour one. Teaches new recruits and tends to weed out those that can make it from ones that can’t. Pretty much a drill Sargent. Ghost pays him not only in geo, but candy. Special, custom made candy just for Oro. It’s the only way they could get him to do this job. Oro won’t admit it’s also because he loves his former pupil no sir.

Monomon: Quirrel’s adoptive mother and currently is the royal researcher. Teaches classes as well. Ghost pretty much told her to do whatever as long as it will improve the lives of bugkind and she loves them for it. Is always down to cause trouble. Chaotic Neutral. Has some type of explosive with them at any given time. Tends to ‘vanish’ people who have wrong her or her son. Embodies chaos. Craves gossip. Former Dreamer and woke up when Ghost took the pantheon approach to defeating the Radiance.

Herrah: Queen of Hallownest and considers Ghost one of her children. Is happy to be Queen of her own people and is making up for lost time with her daughter. Likes to meet with the Hallownest rulers for a good shit-talking session. Is made of sass. Former Dreamer and woke up when Ghost took the pantheon approach to defeating the Radiance.

Lurien: Watcher of the Capital. Disaster. Will stay up for days on end working on things to accidentally invent new things in the process in sleep deprived delirium. Often gets drunk or high and contemplates the universe. Has the best edibles around I tell you. Is actually good at his job, which is finding suspicious things and investigating them. Former Dreamer and woke up when Ghost took the pantheon approach to defeating the Radiance.

Lemm: Runs the Hallownest museum and works in the back where he catalogs and studies findings and doesn’t have to talk to anyone and is the happiest he could ever be.

Seer: Holy shit she is old. Still lives in the resting grounds. Ghost visits often and brings tea and snacks. Grandma energy. Is currently working with Quirrel to recount as much as she can about moth legends and society so it can be preserved forever. It’s slow going because she is old, but it’s going.

The siblings: Are now at rest.

Everything else

White Lady: Is still alive and has left the gardens. She resides in a little hidden cottage outside the palace where she grows flowers. Is often called in to overlook agriculture efforts. Has long since revoked her crown and is content with a quiet life. Is not considered a mother by Ghost, and Ghost will not forgive her for her role in things. She is okay with this and hopes to atone someday for what she did.

The Pale King: Still fucking dead. Rest in Pieces you shit.

Eternal Emilitia: Is a member of the new noble class and takes her job seriously. She mostly keeps the other nobles in line when she can and helps delegate orders to places where they need to go. It’s like herding cats but she’s getting better with it the longer she’s around. Is respected by Ghost since she knows what it’s like to hit rock bottom and is quite sensitive to the needs to the people.

Radiance: Dead. Was going mad and in pain by the time Ghost got to her. Is now at rest.

Greenpath/Queen’s Gardens:Given back to the moss-kin and Unn. Unn has started to awaken more now that the infection is over and her children are freed from it’s influence. Is considered it’s own ‘kingdom’. Is in good relations with Hallownest.

Fungal Wastes: Still thriving. A hivemind made up of everything from microscopic spores to the entire fungal waste itself. The mushroom tribe trades with Hallownest and is in good relations with them. Still considered weird to most but they are good and peaceful people.

Mantis Tribe: Is in a good relationship with Ghost, Hornet and Quirrel, and not much else. Has complete independence but was asked nicely if they could help train the most dedicated of new guards/knights. Did not pass up the opportunity to be allowed to beat the shit out of willing Hallownest citizens who wanted to train.

Deepnest: Ruled by Queen Herrah and Princess Hornet. Good relationship with Hallownest and enjoys full independence. The beasts that reside are no longer hassled by Hallownest encroachment and thus does not push back into it. Exports silk products and is now a very prosperous nation.

Dirtmouth/Crystal Peaks: Still the same, but with now more people. All our favorite Dirtmouth folks are doing well. Elderbug is delighted to have a full town to be a mayor over.

City of Tears: Now called the 'Capital'. Plants are now on the ceiling to redirect water and stop the constant rain. It's much more pleasant now.

Colosseum of Fools: Left alone mostly. Ghost cannot stop people for wanting to go there if they are of sound mind to make the decision.

The Hive: Is now ruled by the new Queen Apis. Is fully independent and enjoys a cushy trade agreement with Hallownest and the rest of the various nations. She wonders if she will ever live up to her mother, Queen Vespa, but has many friends to help her grow into the role. Hive Knight is her loyal friend.

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correct4disneyprincesses · 3 years

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Snow White or in German, Schneewitchen

POB: Kingdom of Bavaria, Germany 1868.

DOB: 1854

Evidence:

Exhibit A: Doc asks if Snow White can make apple dumplings which is a 18th century dish. She can also make plum pudding also known as Christmas pudding.

Exhibit B: Snow White’s hair bow. Hair bows originated from the 17th century and were used in wigs during the 17th and 18th century. That, and it’s an Alice band which came out some time in 1865 after Alice in Wonderland was published.

Exhibit C: Queen Grimhilde’s balaclava. The balaclava is named after the Battle of Balaclava from the Crimean War in 1854, the time when the Brothers Grimm completed the final revision of Snow White.

Exhibit D: Prince Florian’s feathered beret. Berets are an ancient type of hat but they were very popular in the 19th century and beyond.

Exhibit E: Snow White’s court shoes or pumps are very 17th century and the buckles had bows attached to them in the 19th century.

Exhibit F: There is a three-dimensional cuckoo clock with a frog coming out of it. Stuff like that wasn’t popularized for cuckoo clocks until 1860. One example is the 1861 Hunt piece design.

Exhibit G: Queen Grimhilde uses a Bunsen burner. Gas technology didn’t come about until 1852.

Exhibit H: Dopey uses a dustpan to sweep up the diamonds. The first dustpan, made from metal like in the movie, came out in the 1850s.

Fact 1: Although bob hairstyles didn’t technically exist back then, Snow White was 14 years old in the movie, so her hair was allowed to be short during that time because it was obviously naturally short but it could be curled up just like the long hair on girls.

Fact 2: Snow White has puffed sleeves with teardrop-shaped slashing designs on them, very popular in Tudor times. And the drops are red to symbolize the three drops of blood from Snow White’s mother the First Queen.

Fact 3: Humbert the Huntsman wears a bycocket which was very fashionable for hunters in the 13th to 16th century. They fell out of fashion in England, France, and Spain but were still worn in the Netherlands by merchants, in the Low Countries by Masters of the Guild, and by nobility as far as Hungary.

Fact 4: The Dwarf’s Cottage is located “over the seven jeweled hills and beyond the seventh fall” according to the Spirit of the Magic Mirror. The Seven Hills of Bamberg are near the Black Forest in which the seventh fall known as the Triberg Waterfalls is located.

Additional Information:

Despite Snow White being 14, Prince Florian is not a pedophile. When it came to marriage, the couple had to strictly be teenagers. Sometimes, the boys present at the birth of a daughter were 3 to 4 years older than the baby princess. So, Florian had to be at least 17 to 18 years old.

Also, there is evidence that Snow White met Florian long before they saw each other at the well. In the song, “I’m Wishing,” she clearly says, “I’m wishing for the one I love to find me today.” She could’ve said, “I’m wishing for someone to love.” Instead, she said, “I’m wishing for the one I love.” Past tense. This was never love at first sight. She loved Florian long before the well scene and only ran away from him because she was embarrassed. She thought he would laugh at her for wearing the rags Grimhilde made her wear as evidenced when she brushes them off after running away and hiding.

Also, Snow White isn’t the fairest of them all because of her physical beauty but because of her pure heart as evidenced when the Spirit of Magic Mirror says, “Rags cannot hide her gentle grace.” So, she’s beautiful on the inside because she’s really nice and considerate unlike Grimhilde who’s vain, coldhearted and evil.

Given the opportunity, the Queen would easily kill Snow White. But as a Queen, she has an image to protect and is aware that the citizens like Snow White more than her and the citizens know that the Queen is evil, so, if the Queen did murder Snow White, she would have the entirety of the kingdom on her tail, especially considering that Snow White is her stepdaughter. That was why she needed someone else to do the job for her. But when that fails, she decides to take it upon herself to kill her but knowing that she has an image to protect, she has to disguise herself so completely that no one would ever suspect. Her transformation into an old Hag worked but it also made her senile. The ingredients used to make the potion which were written in English for translation purposes by Disney, were:

1. Mummy Dust or Mummia to make her old.

3. Black of Night or Nightshade to shroud her clothes.

4. Old Hag’s Cackle or a mixture of dumbcane to irritate the voice and propolis to relax it and give it the orange color. Both age the voice.

5. Scream of Fright or a combination of rhubarb juice to give it a good taste, hydrogen peroxide, and ammonia to whiten the hair.

6. Wind to fan the drink’s heat.

7. A thunderbolt to conjoin the particles in the drink and mix it altogether.

In her senile state, she decided to use a special sort of death for Snow White. The poisoned apple that would put Snow White into a state of suspended animation.

Ingredients were:

Belladonna to cause delirium and hallucinations.

Henbane as an anesthetic potion, as well as for its psychoactive properties in "magic brews." These psychoactive properties include visual hallucinations and a sensation of flight. Common effects of ingestion of henbane in humans include hallucinations, dilated pupils, restlessness, and flushed skin. If you mix belladonna and henbane together, you have a very powerful anesthetic potion.

Aconite which causes asphyxiation and would've killed her but it would've made it painless and would've calmed her.

Jimson Weed would be added to the anesthetic potion, as it causes hallucinations. So, instead of dying, she would've been put to sleep because there are too many anesthetics in the brew. Of course, you wouldn't call it sleep, because it is a sleep in which there is no air. Like the Queen disguised as the old peddler woman said, when Snow White eats the apple, her breath will still, and her blood will congeal. So, the aconite would not only stop her breathing but it would cause her blood to clot excessively since the blood has oxygen in it, too. Of course, Snow White didn't die from it. All the ingredients I've mentioned would only put her in a state of suspended animation.

White Snakeroot is non-toxic unless in the milk of cattle. It is used for curing ague, diarrhea, kidney stones, and fever. It can also be used to revive unconscious people. It, of course, was added as a way for the real antidote, Love's First Kiss, to take affect and that antidote's power lies in the apple itself. Throughout history, the apple has been a symbol for love and sexuality, which is why Love's First Kiss woke her up. Apples are full of Vitamin C and promote strong bones and blood sugar regulation. It is also full of flavonoids and antioxidants that neutralize harmful free radicals.

The antidote in the Evil Queen’s senile old mind does not bother her because she believed the Dwarfs, thinking Snow White was dead, would bury her alive.

She goes to Snow White in her old hag form knowing that Snow White’s kindness towards others and inability to be deceived by appearances since beauty is found within would be easy to prey upon.

That and she’s also Christian as seen when she prays to God to “bless the seven little men who were so kind to her.” That Christianity plays a big role in the poisoned apple scene. It’s understandable, not just because she’s 14 and children are easier to take advantage of than adults but because of a Bible scripture that she may have heard of and took to heart.

Hebrews 13: 2 states, “Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing so, some have shown hospitality to angels without even knowing it.”

Of course, we see that Snow White is clearly creeped out by the old woman as she backs away from her advances. So, she might’ve eaten the apple just to humor her so that she’d leave her alone. So, she was just being polite.

Now, contrary to what people believe, Prince Florian is not a necrophiliac. The kiss was a goodbye kiss. He was mourning for her.

I know that Snow White wouldn’t be rated G if it were made in present day.

We have scary images from when Snow White is in the Black Forest and the comeuppance of the Evil Queen.

But it was the first animated feature-length film and if it had flopped, Walt Disney would’ve lost everything. He wanted it to be timeless and he made it so.

#disney princess #snow white #historical accuracy #analysis #character info #snow white and the seven dwarfs

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mageicalwishes · 3 years

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Read on AO3: Here

Rating: Teen and up

Summary: Simon & Baz struggle with trying to take the next step in their relationship.

Inspired by Easy by Troye Sivan

Carry On Countdown, Day 24 - Song @carryon-countdown

Tags: Intimacy Issues, Mild Implied Sexual Content, Angst, Fluff & Angst, Love, Soft Tyrannus Basilton “Baz” Grimm Pitch, Sad, Hopeful, Supportive, Understanding, Carry On Countdown 2020 Day 24

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Baz

You ran away to find something to say. I went astray to make it okay, and he made it easy, darlin’. I’m still in love, and I say that because I know how it seems between you and me, it hasn’t been easy, darlin’.

I haven’t seen Snow for two weeks, now. Last time we were together, we tried … He wanted to, but then he didn’t. He told me he needs space. So, that’s what I’ve given him.

We’re still together, I think (I hope). He didn’t say we were over (Although, he didn’t say much at all).

I asked him if he could try and explain it to me - The panic. The wanting and then not wanting.

I don’t have a problem with it - Not really. I won’t lie and say that it never gets … frustrating (Because the shameful rate at which I’ve had to change my bedding recently, would suggest otherwise). But, I understand. It’s difficult for him. And I don’t want to push him, if he isn’t ready.

He didn’t have the words to explain it, so he said that he'd text me. But, I haven’t received anything yet.

Patience is a virtue. And when it comes to Snow, I have it mastered - After 7 solid years of waiting, longing for him hopelessly, that reluctant self-deprivation comes naturally. I’m happy to wait as long as he needs. I’ll give him whatever if it is that he wants - I just need him to tell me, once he figures it out for himself.

If he wants me gone, then so be it - I’ll cherish our time together, and set him free. If he wants me to stay, I’d be glad to never leave his side.

It’s been challenging for us, as of late. But, despite it all, I want him no less. Even though he may think otherwise, my love from him hasn’t faded (Remaining as reliably persistent as ever).

I do my best to make sure he knows - To show him in what ways I can. But, I’m not sure that it’s working.

He was mine, for a while. I had him, wholly. And now … I’m losing him. He’s slipping through my fingers, right in front of my own eyes, and yet I’m powerless to stop it.

Are you mine Simon Snow? Do you want me still?

I can only hope. Maybe we’ll make it through.

Simon

I can’t even look at you. Would you look at the space just next to your feet? The wood is warping, the lines distorting. This house is on fire, woo! Burning the tears right off of my face. What the hell did we do? Tell me we’ll make it through.

He looks … Unbearably good beneath me. I’m touching him, and he’s touching me. One arm looped around the back of my neck, and the other tracing soothing lines into the dip of my hip. I’m grabbing onto his waist, perhaps a little too tightly. And pouring everything I have - Everything I cannot put into those three daunting words - into him. Pressing our lips together, firmly, over and over and over again.

I’m okay. This is alright. I can handle this, I’m sure.

He’s sighing against me. His reverent touch moving lower and lower. Cool fingers stretching under the waistband of my trackies and waiting - Questioning. Do I want this? I don’t know. I thought I did. Maybe I don’t. I’m not sure. Physically I do. So … that’s a start. Last time I couldn’t even do that.

He’s so fucking fit. Eyes bright and pupils blown wide. Smiling up at me, softly, his hair fanned out against the pillow. He looks straight out of a Hollywood movie - All posh and perfect. He’s a vision, and I’m … I don’t know what I’m doing.

I’m rubbing a palm over his chest, and he’s groaning, encouragingly, beneath me. Panting lightly into my neck. (I don’t know if the chest is where you’re supposed to, like, target on guys. I should’ve looked it up. He seems to know what he’s doing. I should too. I’m going to disappoint him. I’ve made him wait so long, and now I’m going to screw it up. Shit. Shit. Shit. Why didn’t I think this through).

“Simon, love-” He sounds wrecked. I did that to him - And knowing that, fills me with an absurd sense of pride. If I managed that, maybe I can do more. I want to. Surely I can. He wants me to, I know. He won’t say so, but he does. The want - I can feel it, pressed against me where I’m sat on my lap. He keeps trying to shift his hips away - Since that’s what set me off last time. But, I don’t want him to. He shouldn’t have to do that. I should just be able to touch him, like a normal boyfriend can. Like he deserves.

“You can,” He whispers, tugging my hand down to the front of his pyjama trousers. “If you want. I - You can. Or … I can. To you. I would like to.”

I can. He wants me to. He’s asking. I can. It would be just like doing it to yourself, surely? But, I’m not sure. I’ve never done this. Why does he think I know how? Why does he keep letting me do stuff like this? I’m going to let him down. I am letting him down. He’s staring up at me, waiting for an answer. He wants. I wanted.

He lets go of my hand, pressing a kiss to the centre of my palm. He knows I’m not gonna’. I - I want to. I can’t. I just -

“It’s alright, Simon,” He says, leaning up and kissing the cluster of moles on my shoulder. “What do you want to do? We can stop for a bit. Everything is okay.”

And there it is. He’s giving me an out. We’ve barely even started, and he knows I can’t do it anymore. Even he has realised how fucking terrible I am at this. How broken I am.

I scrunch my eyes closed, desperately. Sometimes it’s easier when I don’t look. I can’t know for sure that he’s watching me, then - Seeing me. I can convince myself that everything is fine. But … it’s not. I know it’s not. I just … wish that it was.

I'm panicking fully now - Just like I knew I would. Body shaking, and breathes gasping. Hot, frustrated tears burning in my eyes, threatening to spill. He’s still running his hands down my sides. He’s still trying. Not to - Just to comfort me. I don’t know why.

“How can you even expect me to do this?” I snap (I don’t mean to - I mean, none of this is his fault - but it just … happens). He shouldn’t be made to feel bad about this. I’m making him think this is his fault. But it’s not. It’s mine. It’s always mine.

He leans himself backwards, worry tugging his eyebrows downwards. “I - I don’t expect anything. I thought it was what you wanted. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have - I should’ve let you decide when to try more. I’m sorry, darling. Just … try breath, okay? You’re alright. We’re alright.”

Now he’s apologising. Brilliant. Just superb. I groan into my hands, shuffling myself away from him, and hanging my legs over the foot of the bed. My back to him. Hiding the disaster away. Putting a few valuable inches of mattress between us.

“I did want to”

“But you don’t anymore?”

“No.”

“Why? Did I … do something wrong? Or-?”

“No. You know you didn’t. It’s just me, okay? I can’t … do what you want. Just stop. Okay.”

“Okay,” he sighs. I can feel him getting closer, the bed wobbling beneath him. I don’t want him closer. He’s going to see that I’m crying. It’s so fucking embarrassing. “Snow, it’s alright-”

“No it’s not! Can you just - Can you just leave me alone. I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Simon, I’m not sure - If you could try to explain what it is that’s going on, maybe I could help?”

“No!” I snap. “Just - stop pushing me okay! I can’t do it. Just go. Please. I don’t - I can’t. I want to be alone.”

Eventually, he leaves me (Once I’ve calmed down a little). And the moment the door closes, I miss him. But, I still don’t have the strength to pull him back - To tell him all of the things that I’m thinking. That I’m feeling.

I want him. I love him. But, I can’t be what he deserves. And, I don’t know if I ever can.

Still, I can only hope. Maybe we’ll make it through.

He made it easy. Please, don’t leave me. He made it easy. Please, don’t leave me.

#carry on #snowbaz #simon snow #my writing #my fic #wayward son #carry on countdown #coc 2020 #co/ws #baz pitch

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shinobirain24 · 3 years

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Water and Ice- Chapter 12: Klarissa

Cascade woke up on the cool temperature of the sand to stage a rebellion against the Kingdoms of Remnant. The waves are spreading back and fourth like the cycle of tides. The moon is beyond repaired for any reason. Aside from the ocean's waves, he could hear the beautiful humming, the sound of a violin. The area looked calmer, but with the Great War still progressing, it's anything but peaceful. From who he can see from afar is an armored woman with white hair. Eyes that matched the morning sky. Silver armor with shoulder plates each, a white diamond that is the center of the armor chest-plate. Cascade could tell she is a knight, but not like any knight he had seen before. Most of them are male. Cascade has a few scratches from fighting the Grimm in the seas.

It came to the point where Cascade is drawn to her singing. But it came to the point that he never trust outsiders. To her exception, the woman has sing her sorrows of loneliness. Undesirable destinies, fates and unforeseen prophecies. The moon shines in a full light, as if it was responding to her voice. Then he heard her asking herself, or what it seems to be. "Do you wish that there are no such things as war?" She spoke. Cascade isn't sure if he should answer or if she knows that he's standing there. He didn't want to scare her, or to engage in a fight with her. To his shock, she turned and looks at him with a genuine smile. "Well, war is the only thing they know about. What else can they do?" Replied Cascade. She is actually talking to him. "Tell me something. Do you believe in duty and honor, because of lineage?" She asked him with the next question.

"I don't know. All am I doing was fighting for my people. Nothing else. But to me, war is pollution to peace." Replied Cascade again."At least that's one thing we can agree on. How are you feeling?" Asked the woman. It hit him to figure it out that she was the one who tended the wounds. "I saw you drifted from the sea, so I tended your wounds." She explains. Cascade looked down to see himself bandaged from the ribs. "I am, okay. Thank you." He said graciously. "But who are you, why did you help me? You're an outsider." He asked.

"Does it matter? I have a thing for being a medic myself. And...my name...is Avalora." She said staring at him.

Weiss is humming in a bedroom. Where she was locked in, as according to plan for the arranged wedding. Despite not liking to sing, it becomes her passion to keep her hope to escape from the fate that is about to come. Looking from the balcony, where she can see the blue seas. But there are also bodyguards, armed with guns for any intruders trying to break in. Or if Weiss tries to leave. When Neptune promised her to get her out of this miserable scheme at the hands of her own father, and her most hated enemy. She knew there is a risk should anyone be involved. She is a huntress, but there is still the pieces she has to pick up before she is at peace from the past. Her semblance and aura are slowly coming back. But she have to keep it a secret in order for Jacques and Carlos from going any further to secure the perimeters.

So far, the poison is starting to wear off. I'll just need to keep up the act until the ceremony starts. Then Father and Carlos will have the price to paid for. She thought. Winter isn't going to be pleased about this when she finds out. Then a door is knocked, she expected to be either her father, or Carlos about to talk about the wedding. Which she never wants to hear about, reminding her of how her father had bought his way to her mother. "Come in." She sighed. Wanting the conversation to be over. Instead, it was a woman in her late 20s. Wearing a suit and tie. Brown hair and eyes. "Miss Schnee, is everything alright in here? Master Carlos wants me to check up on you." "Yes, thank you." Weiss replies. The woman then looks around the hallway, and it looks like there are cameras attached to the ceilings. Then locks the door and walks over to Weiss. "Is something wrong?" She asked, judging by the suspicious look on her facial expression. "We need to talk. There's something you should know about the Vega family." This is unexpected, a servant of the Vega Household is about to tell her something she didn't know about. Another bombshell secret that could lead to her father's arrest once again. This time, forever. "What is this all about?" "Do you remember my uncle, Klein Sieben?" Weiss went eye-wide, to have remembered her butler and friend. But she didn't know he has any relatives. "Hold on, you're related to him?""My name is Klarissa Sieben. I am a private investigator, working undercover to get the evidence of huntsmen trafficking. Just like The Crown in Vacuo, there was a series of disappearances of huntsmen who're declared dead. But no bodies were found last year. The reasons why any authority figure has shut down the unsolved cases." Klarissa explains. "I was hired as a butler in order to absorb any information about another organization called, the Red Eye. Ever heard of them?" Weiss shook her head in response. "Not that I know of, is this anything new?""Actually, this organization has been running more than your generation have." Klarissa recapped the details she heard. "I was only 10 when I first heard about the group. Since then, I was enrolled to a law school while my uncle was working in your manor at the time. While there, I secretly kept digging into some of the abandoned hideouts, leaving some anonymous tips to any of the police stations. Unfortunately, non of them seemed to get to the bottom of this. What I found out about the organization is that it is a secret society being held by wealthy people, sending any mercenary they can find to hire by kidnapping huntsmen. Also a series of destructions that were claimed to be accidents.""But it wasn't, right?""I don't believe these are accidents. I could tell that some of members left the insignias of the red eye with a black pupil, as a symbol of the organization. Though police disclaims this and declared them as accidents. It all traces back after Uncle Klein was fired from his position when he helped you escaped from the Schnee Manor. Your father was one of the few persons of interests, including Montero Vega. My guess is that my uncle knows something off about him that we did not." Weiss felt bad that Klein had been relieved from his job because he helped her evade her father from locking her in the manor. She still thought it was her fault that this happened."How's your uncle?" She asked. Concerned for how he was doing."He's doing okay. He's living in my home since then."

Klarissa assured her, to Weiss' relief. "I'm sorry that this happened to him. My father is not the kind of person you want to meet." She remarked. Both agreed what kind of a joke Jacques Gele really is. Klarissa then told her side of the story for the reasons for why her uncle was working for the Schnee household in the first place. After her parents died, he took her in to provide her the education she needed for her today's career. And she was thankful for that. There are times Klein have told his niece about Weiss, as thought to be a greedy girl when he has told her another side of her. That's where she learns about getting to know one another before making judgement. After he was fired, Klarissa promised her uncle if she ran into her, she'll give her his regards. "Thank goodness, I just wish I would just said goodbye before he left."

"Don't worry about it. Right now, you need to worry about getting out of this place. But we need to buy ourselves some time before you do. I'll keep searching around this area so that we can put them out for good. The best we can do now is to keep low. Meet me in my dorm tomorrow, and I'll inform you more about the details." Klarissa instructs her. And Weiss agrees. She was glad there was someone inside the Vega Manor to have been on her side. Carlos did not know that one of his employees is an undercover investigator. She then sat on the bed, reopening the letter that Neptune had written to her. She was glad she had already hidden it before her father could take anything else away. It was still the only treasure she will cherish forever.

Neptune is back in Vale rowing in the lifeboat. He was all alone wandering the streets after putting back on the hoodie he left on a hidden spot where no one will find it. It was very dark in Vale City. He was thinking about reporting a kidnapping to the authorities, but if he did. The he'll be caught and nobody will believe him. Cause he's a wanted man. He was a junior detective once, but now those days are over. Then he heard rumors about more kidnappings, it's not just huntsmen that somebody is hunting down. But also those with semblances, whether it was children, teenagers, adults, or elderly. Could any of this connect to his brother? Then loved ones of the abductees said that they tried to call the police, but there was nothing they can do.

Or so they claimed to be. No bodies found, no evidence found. Then some of the huntsmen were arrested for treason. He then remembers from what Flynt and Katt have said when huntsmen have claimed to be wrongfully arrested. There's more to the story that should've been investigated. Or rather, someone was trying to shut them up. Looking back, the pair did seemed too astonished to stay in Atlas. About Winter's behavior. It reminded him of The Crown, an organization that involves twin semblance users who're descendants of the Vacuan King. And tried to bring back the monarchy. But it failed.It came to Neptune that Winter might also have some connections to the kidnappings. Regarding his brother Jupiter, she must've been cornered and got threatened somehow. He didn't want to blame someone who's only doing this for his/her loved one. But at the same time, it's unforgivable. For Weiss' sake. Then he saw something sparkling beneath the sand. He then followed the spark and dug up the item, that is half-buried. It was a red moon stone, the Autumn Moon Stone. It glowed by the moonlight. Then he heard someone moaning. Like someone's in pain. He glanced up to see a familiar figure limping, while holding onto the brick wall. It was Drey. Only this time, he's on his own.

"Drey?"Why was Rick not with him? That was the question he didn't want to find out. But when he looked around. Drey held his abdomen. To Neptune's shock, there was molten metal cooled off mixed with blood. He was breathing heavily. Something was wrong. He was doing fine with Rick, until he was stabbed. He began to question himself, was it Rick who did this? Did he just left him for dead? What did he do to deserve this? All those questions would have to wait as Drey fell to his knees and Neptune caught up to him. "Drey, what happened? Where's Rick? Who did this to you?" He shook his shoulders. But Drey was in so much pain. He fell unconscious.

Neptune wasted no time to search through his pockets to find his scroll. And dialed his sister's number to get him help. He may be his enemy, but he didn't deserve to die after being abandoned by his partner/cousin. "Hey, Sis. It's me, I got someone who needs medical attention." Neptune contacts Ceres to let her know that he is borrowing Drey's scroll. "Just hold on a bit longer, okay?" Neptune assured him, not leaving his side until the ambulance arrives."...You need to run...Rick...he's gonna-he's gonna..." He rasped, coughing out blood, not a good sign for his health. "Don't start explaining yet, you have to get to the hospital first." Neptune told him.

#iceberg rwby #neptune vasilias #weiss x neptune #weiss schnee #Icy Seas #Arctic Ocean

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spectralscathath · 4 years

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ROSE-6 drabble: the Xiao Long Sisters

In which Ruby 6.0 tells Yang that she has been allowed to go to the Vytal Tournament (extra context here)

Ruby was escorted back into her apartment by Mr Ironwood, waving cheerfully at him as she stepped into her home. It was a departure from the white-blue-grey tones of Atlas Academy, decked out with browns-golds-yellows of wood panelling and warm fabrics.

At least, Yang told her they were warm. Her temperature sensors only gave her an ambient reading of the general vicinity, they didn’t translate the sensation of hot or cold.

“I’m home!” She announced, removing her jacket to hang it up on a coat rack like a normal person did. The black metal of her arms reached from the middle of her biceps to the middle of her forearms, the ball joint of her elbows clearly visible along with the pink stripe of circuitry that ran up the sides. The metal was designed to store her blaster on the right and the mechanical scythe in the left.

She was 94.71% positive that she ‘liked’ having Moonlight’s Cull as a weapon, Yang had told her that it was like their Uncle Qrow’s scythe. Their Uncle Qrow didn’t appreciate when Ruby called him Uncle Qrow, however, so she refrained from doing so out loud.

She knew he hated her. She had calculated eight probable lines of reasoning for his negative feelings towards her.

“Hey sis!” Yang stepped out of the kitchen, her half-cape hanging from her left shoulder and tattered slightly at the edges. It had been a gift from their Uncle Qrow. He loved Yang.

She wondered if what she felt about his clear favouritism was ‘hurt’, or if that was too complex an emotion for her neural databanks to process.

She would store that query away, as usual, but especially right now. She had news to give. News that made her feel ‘excited’? “Mr Ironwood has said I can go to the Vytal Tournament!”

“That’s great, sis!” Yang cheered, picking her up in a tight hug. Ruby hugged back, easily matching her strength. “We’re going to Vale, that’s gonna be so cool!”

“You want to accompany me?” Ruby looked at Yang with bright silvery eyes, the entire reason for her existence. Her purpose in development was to unlock the power of the silver eyes and use it.

“Duh! You think I’m letting my sister go to another kingdom for a fighting match without me?” Yang slugged her shoulder, before shaking out her hand with a whistle.

“Are you alright?” Ruby’s pupils whirred slightly, her cameras focusing on Yang’s hand as she analysed it for damage.

“Yeah, totally fine, just forget how tough you are sometimes,” Yang grinned. “It’s a good thing.”

“Yes! My current durability is a direct response to Attempt 5.0’s lack of the same, which caused the Grimm to tear her apart on the fourth field test with the Ace Operatives!” Ruby recited; the note on her previous dismemberment lodged in her databanks along with all the missives on the other failed attempts.

“Yeah- don’t do that again, okay?” Yang’s smile altered, twisting oddly at the edges.

“Affirmative!” Ruby saluted, wondering what had caused Yang’s expression to change. Failures were all part of the process to put her together. With each new failure, she came back better then ever. She didn’t understand why everyone else always took each failure so hard. It wasn’t like she died like a person did. “I will not make a similar mistake a second time!”

#rwby #ruby rose #yang xiao long #ROSE 6 #my writings

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huntsman-ash · 3 years

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RWBY LiveThoughts: V8E7

Since I finally have time for it today, lets make sure Im all caught up for the hiatus.

Before we get fully started, an idea; Its not a war crime if they’re Grimm. Then its just self defense. So break out the napalm, the cluster bombs, the chemical weapons, the fun stuff. Make em regret it, yeah?

And we start off...on a farm. Looks like my moms old farm in South Dakota. Even on Remnant, hay is best used in bales.

Waiiiit. Thats the place the Whale set down isnt it. I see a Sayber running. Ah, and the Atlas military! Surely, the vanguard of a massive force to hold the line! Also Im glad to see a close up of the helmet for once, I want to make my own. Also, the gloves, and the rifle itself. Not sure why it doesnt have a stock, seems kind of silly...

And airships too, so they got some fire support...whats that wall behind them though?

Also it TOOK US 8 FUCKING SEASONS to get a close up of these FUCKING Weapons. 8. FUCKING. SEASONS. Okay maybe more like 5 cause they didnt first appear till 3 or so but come on. Im so picking this shit apart later.

Pfft, bros got some nerves going on. Come on man, its just some Grimm, you’ll be FINE.

Atlas field harvesters resemble Halo’s JOTUN Farming equipment. As wel as our own. No surprise there.

Alright, bunch of Saybers, not seeing much of a threat here.

Hey, Paladins! Damn, they...look way different than I remember them to be.

I wont lie, I dont like the Paladin design. Way to much visual noise, I cant tell where anything IS.

Also that is the most 2D grass I have sever seen in my fucking life. What the hell are they growing here...

Huh, the whale has two sets of teeth. Wait, its just there? And its wpewing out Grimm. So...why isnt the air force firing on it?

Yeah its not moving, its just raising its head and slamming down and vomiting out more Grimm. Im not sure what the issue is here, just...seal the mouth.

Oh, huh. Apathys. Let me guess, RTs gonna try and tell us depression is going to kill most of Atlas. Oh for fuck sake. IM NOT IMPRESSED RT. IM REALLY NOT. IM MORE FUCKING ANNOYED THAN ANYTHING

Okay so...I see what this is. Its farm land outside of atlas proper and there’s an additional wall behind them, plus the power lines I guess? Seems like a viable place to make a stand.

...thats it. Please tell me this is just a single detachment of the Atlas military because there is less firepower here than a NATIONAL GUARD UNIT ASSIGNED TO ONE CITY

Im fairly certain there are more people assigned to ONE UNIT attached to JBLM then I amm seeing here.

Not to mention this is an OPEN FIELD the Grimm have to run through. This is a literall fucking TURKEY SHOOT. Running across an open field anywhere is a ticket to DYING.

Just ask the poor fucks on D-day.

Also uh...why is everyone in line formation? What is this, fuckin’ 18009s combat Napoleon style?

And did the distance suddenly change, I feel like the whale suddenly got a hell of a lot closer.

Just...I dont get this. This makes no sense. Did Ironwood learn how to deploy forces from a fairy tale book? This is legitimately some fuckin Lord of the Rings shit here.

RIP that one specific trooper hit by that Behemoth though. Dont worry friend, the thing walked next to a Paladin. Its getting its eye blasted out

And cut back to Ironwood. Doing...fuck if I know what.

Staring angrily it seems.

“Dammit, my tactical deployment by line formation and parade ground tactics isnt holding back the Grimm, curses!”

Well MAYBE IF YOUD THOUGHT TO INVEST IN SOME FUCKING AIR SUPPORT...Seriously.

I know people have told me why this is. I understand myself why this is. But it really just...does...not...jibe with me. At all.

Okay so more details; first, apparently Atlas has a subway. Makes sense, its a big island. Inter-system transits probably a given. Second; Was that Mantis Squad Omega? Some kind of unit maybe...interesting.

Also I love how this guy just questions Ironwood. Like, bro, if the General says do it, do it.

Hold the fuck up, why is everyone outside? It looks like fuckin’ Cali during our lockdowns...what ever happened to martial law huh?

Also “underground subway stations”. Yes, thats...kind of what a subway IS. I guess maybe they have overhead ones like New York does. Mass transit be weird like that.

I mean HELL the signs on it are almost identical to the ones in NYC too! Even with the colored circles and train cnumbers.

According to the sign here they’re at Pickens Square Station.

Oh boy. Ironwood just fed these poor bastards into a meat grinder. Anyone here ever played the Metro game series, or read the books?

Remember the Dark Ones? The Nosallias? Yeah. Tight corridors and monsters only work out well for angry vodka fueled Russians.

Didnt see it very well but I THINK those Mantas had some kind of wing gun. Either thats new, a separate armament setting, or RT forgot what ind of weapons they gave their ships AGAIN.

Cant get the shields back up, yeah, no shit, they DETACHED ONE OF THE FUCKING PILOTS YOU IDIOTS.

Also hah, they arrested Yang, Ren and Jaune. Not surprised.

Beta squads apperently been hitting the whale. ‘Bombs, missiles, we cant make a dent, sir.” ...while Im not surprised by this, I also hear shades of the opening of Halo 2s level Metropolis. “Where’s the rest of your platoon?” “Wasted, sarge. Blew right through us. Rockets, fifty cals, didnt do nothing.”

Honestly they could have SHOWED THAT too. Them just saying it feels like a cop out to me. Take that as you will. But if you want us to see the things hard to kill, show it.

Not that I figure Atlas’s rockets are much more than Dust in a propellent tank. Not exactly a Hellfire or TOW.

Nice to see proper military talk for...a moment anyway.

Or what I figure RT figures is proper.

Oh so now the whales moving. Okay...huh.

Jaunes commentary is the same as mine. Though I guess the size seems to shift depending.

Ohhh. Its MANTA. As in the gunships. Alright, sure that works. And this guys making a good call. If you cant hit the big one go after the smaller. Of which there seems to be a HELL of a lot. Actually holy fuck that Grimm spew is across like...ahlf the fucking island right now. Time to fuckin torch and burn people.

Ahhhhhh and they get to the proper idea. If you cant punch it from the outside, hit it from the inside.

I knew a crew...three madmen, names of Keegan, Lahni and Mac. The Hivebusters. Something tells me a Venom bomb would do the trick...if it can rip apart Swarm creatures as big as a Snatcher or a Swarmak and reduce them to green slime, I think it’ll work on Grimm.

Something tells me RT isnt gonna give em a bomb though. Too obvious.

NEVER MIND. “Science team is putting together a bomb.”

Also I LOVE how Winter’s pupils expand and retract in fear as she realizes what Ironwoods asking her to do.

Awww now shes getting the shakes too.

Salem directing this shit like shes some kind of orchestra leader. I mean it FITS but...I dunno.

Ah so the command deck is directly behind the whale’s glowing nose. Basically inside where the spermacetiy organ would be in a real sperm whale.

What the fuck is Emerald doing there?

Sneaking I guess. Huh. Why’s she sneaking around the whale. Also, huh. guess seeers can get fooled by Emeralds semblance. Is HE STILL BEATING UP ON OSCAR? Jeez dude. Take a breather.

Honestly if this was TRUE I would be okay with it. Replace the Huntsman with, I dont know, a massively overequipped military for each Kingdom, let them run rampant...stomp the Grimm out or push them back to nonexistence...everyone lives happily ever after

Lets be real here, the idea of the academies? Really really fucking dumb. Its cute. Fairy tale like.

But if theres one thing this show has taught me its that fairy tales SUCK. Reality...tends to be worse.

Ah theres one of those torture hooks they mentioned a few episodes back. Nice of the whale to have a specific interrigation room.

And at last we get some information on how Salem works. Alright so...what happens if you seperate the parts then? Sink one in the ocean, launch one into space.

Sounds like Oz/Oscars telling the fans what we’ve been saying forever, Companion Book be damned; Salem wants to die.

These mind games bore me. Its cute, but I dont like it cause I cant follow that shit. Give me a straight up fight any day, fuck this sublty backroom fuckery

No lies from them both here honestly.

Medical supplies in Atlas seem almost the same as here on earth interestngly. Also, soup. Or...coffee, tea?

Blake with the obvious here. But I mean thats not really saying much cause...well. Not hard to outfight the Atlas military it seems like. (Long suffering sigh)

Im gonna make a seperate post about my frustrations with that and leave it there. But dont expect me to stop fully complaining about it because everyones gotta have something to bitch about with this show, and I’ll be DAMNED if I start joining the BB whiners.

Good question, Ruby. Might be that YOUR NOT LIVING IN A FAIRY TALE

I’d like to see these people dying in Mantle. I refuse to believe that there isnt SOMEONE in the nation that once brought Remnant to its heel that wont stand and fight. Unless Im wrong about that too...

May backstory? May backstory. Yeah. Not amazingly complicated but it works. Cant tell if shes Henry though...or was.

Dramatic lightning flash

Cute you think that Ruby. Theres sides. Always are.

Further proof honestly.

Hazels look of though is amusing. Cant tell if he doesnt believe Oscar, or if his tiny peabrain is runing full bore to think this through.

Coordination between farm boy and professor.

Oh. OHHHH. Plants the seed of doubt in Hazels tiny mind, he uses the last question for himself, sees the truth... Clever, Oscar. Clever.

Hazel peabrain go THUNK

Ah so Mercs going off to Vacuo. Guess that means everyone else is going there next too. Eat that, random Discord person, I called it.

Course, CFVYs there so...maybe we get to see Yats beat up on him.

Oh hi Tyrian. Do you just...randomly roam the halls of the whale waiting to DRAMATICALLY REVEAL YOURSELF and give violent expositon? Im very much okay with that.

Also I love how he just...accepts this. Totally fucking bonkers, totally down with it.

Oh shit, Tyrian and Mercury going to Vacuo? Damn thats gonna be INTERESTING. I guess Tyrian’ll fit in well enough honestly.

Flying Beringal literally out of the roof.

I remember back when this season first started and I said those weird bone platforms looked like VTOL launch bays. Guess what? They are.

Merc and Em emotion blah blah DONT CAAARRREEE

Jaune thinking tactically for ONCE IN HIS FUCKING LIFE. An I mean military tactical of course.

Also I like how the Aces say they dont let emotions cloud their shit WHEN THEYVE BEEN DOING THAT THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME.

This ENTIRE PLANET is emotionally run. Thats why the Grimm are such an issue! Makes small note to make Remnant Adeptus Mechanicus cult

Seriously though...

I wont lie though, Hare isnt wrong. Wonder what happened to that Tortuga guy. Tyrian, is my guess. Love how Ren interrupts the moment they almost mention Clovers name.

Expendable, yes. Replacable, no. You should have a talk with squadron leader Grey from Star Wars Squadrons Ren

ANNNNDDD SEMBLANCE EVOLUTION. Or the edibles just kicked in.

This is cool and all but its really fucking dumb and hamfisted. Explain all you want. Mention emotions all you want.

The Aces are fucking huntsmen. HUNTSMEN. FUCKING. SUCK. They always have. Its a dumb idea. Yes, lets stop the hordes of monsters invading this world BY SENDING IN SINGLE OPERATIVES WITH FUCKING MELEE WEAPONS

I’ll make this clear to you, Ren, right here and now. If you faced a REAL elites, you wouldnt have stood a chance. Nor would RWBY. Their bodies would have been three-shot from 20 meters out with a breach and clear and stacked against the wall like cords of wood, one final shot to the dome to make dead sure they were down. None of this stupid flipping and acrobatic crap, none of this clashing weapons and Dust and semblances...no.

You’d be dead before you knew they were there and they would move on. You’d just be another body to the pile, one more faceless corpse to add to their kill count. A meatgrinder in human form.

Professionals. Dont. Lose. AND THE ACES ARE NOT PROFESSIONALS!

Because thats not what RWBYs about, never has been. And that is what annoys me slightly. That and the fact I cant distangle what I know of other universes and our own from RWBY’s. Its hard to hold a universe on its own when everything they make points towards it being like ours, but they change it when they see fit.

I feel like thats bad writing.

Hehehe. Winter touched Elms boob.

Glad to know that Winters got her priorities right. Course, that bomb probably aint gonna do shit cause its Dust based.

...again, hoping its a chemical weapon...

Wait, the Atlas forces from earlier are STILL FIGHTING? Damn, these Grimm must suck if they couldnt wipe them out in that little time...

Also I cant tell if its getting dark cause of the storm or if its the dawn of the next day. Or did...they shift time around? I lost track. I SWORE the sun was setting the last time we saw everything.

Also return of the shitty 3D grass...

Marrows gonna defect.

Awww poor Winters got emotions. HEY MAYBE DONT SEND A MENSTRATING WOMAN OUT ON A FIELD OP, ATLAS!

So according to May there’s still front lines. Cool.

AYYY ITS KLIEN! HES BACK

Oh, I guess hes a doctor too. Oh he MAD.

Ayyy Whitleys being USEFUL for fucking once in his shitty life.

Shes gonna hug him isnt she.

CALLED IT. For fuck sake...whatever. Cute. But whatever.

Oh annnnddd now Grimmquake?

No. It stopped...Bolide?

No. PENNY.

Annnnddd shes leaking coolant. And sparking. And dead.

RIP Penny.

The concept art of the beached whale looks so fucking silly. Seriously, just...detach the whole section there. Drop the fucking thing.

Oh well.

And thats it for almost two months! Be prepared for me to BULLSHIT MY WAY THROUGH ALL OF IT and continue on with my military fanwank because THATS HOW IM SURVIVING 2020!

#rwby #rwby spoilers #rwby v8 #spoilers

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anchorsandadderall · 5 years

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Dolly

Sterek Week, Day 7: Halloween

Words: 2,629

Summary: Nothing in the Stilinski-Hale house is ever normal, of course. Not even birthday gifts for their son Herald.

Genre: Horror (sort of), Humor

If you do not yet know the tale of Herald, please go and view/read this absolute gem of the fandom here. Herald and his origin story belong to @spaggel and @grimm-times

Aside from the Sheriff, Cora was probably the one most unaffected when she met Herald. Derek and Stiles introduced them via FaceTime, because that tends to be the easiest way to introduce new, woefully unsuspecting people to him. They have the opportunity to hang up and swear the call dropped if it’s too much all at once. The amount of people who suddenly ‘lost signal’ when FaceTiming It for the first time is staggering. Scott swore he thought their kid was super adorable, he just lost signal while in a tunnel, despite the fact that he was calling them from a Burger King.

It’s also helpful that electronics seem to malfunction around It a lot, and while sometimes the flickering screen has the same effect as the reveal of the girl in The Ring, a lot of times the static helps to… soften things. While sitting on the couch with Derek and It, Stiles bangs the side of his phone to try and sort out the heavy lines of distortion running up from the bottom of the screen, making everything wobble as it passes. That has to actually be making things look worse, surely.

“Okay, now please remember that Herald is like… eight years old now, so he understands stuff that people are saying.”

Derek clears his throat. “He’s five.”

Stiles pauses and counts in his head. Time seems to go a lot slower when one is awaiting possible eminent death in ones own home all the time. “Five. But he can still understand you.”

“Sti- Stiles.” Cora’s voice jumps and doubles back as the screen wobbles. “The only danger here is you making me motion sick. Lemme see my nephew.”

Stiles sighs and tilts his phone to bring It into view. “Herald. This is your Aunt Cora.”

Herald takes the phone, grasping it in his knobby little fingers and stares at Cora’s flickering image. His eyes unfocus and the pupils drift apart slightly. Stiles braces himself for the hang-up but Cora just laughs.

“Hey, he’s got Derek’s eyebrows!”

***

The package arrives four weeks later, and it’s covered in red ink stamps and writing on the shipping label. It’s in Spanish, written in a dying ballpoint pen. But the mailman didn’t hang around to say there was extra shipping due or anything. Plus it’s from Cora, so it has to be fine. Stiles just cuts the box open and sifts through the balled-up newspapers.

And finds the doll.

The doll is some sort of cloth nightmare creation from Cora’s neck of the woods in South America. It’s rail-thin, the body wrapped in some kind of lacy doily to make a dress. The arms are too long, and the eyes are too big, bugging out of her head. For some reason the eyes are sewn onto black felt circles. Stiles thinks it’s supposed to mimic eyeliner, but the eyes are too high on the head and the circles form large, dark crescents under her eyes.

Stiles shudders and stuffs her back into the newspapers so it hides those bulging eyes, grabbing the piece of folded cardstock that’s been rifled around with the papers. Cora’s messy scrawl is inside, written in red pen.

‘1 missed birthday present down. More to come. Love, Aunt Cora’

“Hey kiddo,” Stiles says automatically as he hears the front door open as Derek comes home from picking It up from kindergarten. He shoves the box aside so he can mail the hideous thing back to Cora and tell her to buy It a less creepy doll off Amazon if this is what they all look like where she shops. “How was school?”

“He didn’t bite anyone today,” Derek says, releasing It’s hand so he can wander freely around the kitchen while Derek hangs up his backpack. “His teacher is thrilled.”

“Me too, because that means he gets to stay another week.” Stiles presses a kiss to Derek’s cheek. “Our kid might learn those pesky social graces yet.”

“Can I see her?”

Stiles looks over at where It has perched himself at the edge of the table, staring up at the box without blinking. “What?”

Herald points up at the box.

“What are you talking about, buddy?” Derek walks over to the box and sifts the paper around, pulling the doll free. When he flips her over and the wiry black hair falls away to reveal the huge eyes, he startles and drops the doll… right into Herald’s waiting arms.

“Your uh… sister decided to send that for Herald,” Stiles says, internally screaming. Herald has the doll, and looks quite pleased about it. Stiles is probably a terrible person if he gets rid of it now.

“Oh.” Derek looks down at it, a shudder running up his spine. “…Why?”

“How the hell should I know? She always had a weird sense of humor.” Stiles sighs. Time to foster good habits and all that parental stuff. “Let’s call Aunt Cora tonight and say thank you, okay?”

It turns his head slightly, not looking at anyone. Turning his ear towards the doll, maybe? Then he nods his head.

“She packed her too close to the strawberries. She didn’t like that.”

“Right.” It’s not the weirdest thing Herald has ever said. It’s not even the weirdest thing thing week. “Well, we don’t give people feedback when we’re thanking them for a present. So don’t say that to Aunt Cora.”

“Yes,” It says, and then departs with the doll.

When Stiles is dumping out the newspapers to fold the box down, he finds a bag of candies tucked in the bottom of the box. There’s a smiling piece of red, round candy on the front of the bag, holding a strawberry.

***

The doll is called Amaia. Stiles takes note that It always just says that her name is Amaia, not that he named her. He likes to talk to her, which, again, isn’t all that weird. It talks to a lot of inanimate objects. And then he forgets to talk to his very animate parents for long periods of time.

So he loves the doll and calls her his new friend and everything is great. Stiles can overlook the creepy factor since it makes Herald so happy. Hell, his kid has a creepy factor, who is he to hold it against a doll? But one does have to draw the line somewhere, and for Stiles, that’s at the front door.

“Maybe you can take Amaia for the next show and tell day, okay?” Stiles offers after having successfully distracted It with Pop Tarts long enough to pluck the doll off the table.

“She doesn’t like my teacher,” It says, watching the doll. “I want to show her that she’s nice.”

Ooookay, the doll is never going to show and tell. Ever. “Well, when you come home you can tell her all kinds of nice things about your teacher.”

It gives this a long moment of consideration. “Yes,” he finally agrees, and goes back to carefully biting his Pop Tart into the shape of an anatomically-correct heart. Stiles gives Derek a ‘dodged a bullet’ look of relief. Once Derek leaves to take It to school, Stiles stows the doll on top of the fridge so he doesn’t have to look at her creepy bug eyes all day.

Stiles is working at the kitchen table at his laptop, tapping his fingers on the edge. He’s half focused on his screen, but something sort of... itches in the back of his head, but on the inside. A twitchy, uneasy feeling.

“Derek, quit watching me,” he says, not taking his eyes off the screen.

No answer. The prickling doesn’t go away.

Stiles sighs and rubs his eyes, breaking the spell of concentration with the screen (which wasn’t exactly helping him make progress). He turns to the kitchen doorway to tell Derek to stop being a creeper and make sandwiches or something.

The doorway is empty. The kitchen is empty.

Stiles rubs the back of his neck gingerly as he looks around and confirms that... he’s definitely alone. The kitchen is quiet, save the slight hum of his laptop and the ticking of the clock that’s hanging over the stove.

It’s cold. Well, Stiles thinks it’s cold, but there’s also the very real possibility that he’s just bored, and neither of those problems will be solved by him just sitting here. He gets up, trying to rub a little warmth into his arms, and heads out of the kitchen. A quick walk around the house, maybe asking Derek if he was hanging around the kitchen recently, grabbing a jacket if he needs to... then he can get back to work.

When Stiles opens the door to the home office where Derek is working, he’s trying to pull a second sweatshirt over his first one. “Hey Derek. Were you in the kitchen?”

“Not recently, wh...” Derek turns to the door and fades out in the middle, eyebrows coming together as he looks Stiles up and down. “Are you okay?”

“It’s kinda chilly downstairs, don’t you think?”

“I-” Derek pauses as his computer begins humming louder, like it’s running harder. The screen dims. The lamp in the office dims, casting a brown tint on the walls. The bulb sputters, slight pops of yellow as it tries to fight back to full brightness.

Then it passes. The light comes back on fully, the cheerful orange light from the bulb radiating comfortably. The computer quiets back down. Derek immediately saves his work, just in case.

“That was... weird. Uh, I haven’t been downstairs since I got home,” he says.

“Oh,” Stiles says, for lack of anything better to say. He can’t very well insist that Derek had to be downstairs because it’s way creepier if he wasn’t. “Right. Well. I’m gonna go... get back to work.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Derek asks, leaning over his desk like he’s tryin to get a closer look at Stiles, but he’s already making a beeline for the staircase.

The kitchen light is off when Stiles gets back downstairs. So is his laptop. Everything is silent except the clock.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Stiles yanks his chair out, wondering how the hell he was gone long enough for his computer to go into sleep mode. Movement on the chair makes him glance down before he tries to sit.

Amaia is on his chair. The force of him pulling it out has tipped her onto her side, one long arm falling past the edge of the chair. Bulging eyes staring at him.

Stiles grabs the doll and shoves her into the freezer, slamming it shut.

“Don’t make me call a priest,” he warns through the closed door. “You better not have screwed up my computer.”

***

It’s hard to be phased by much of anything after a life in Beacon Hills and now five years of fatherhood to the creepy little gremlin that is their son. Stiles and Derek just kind of take the first week in stride. Weird stuff happens when It is away at school. It usually stops when he comes home and Stiles returns custody of the doll to him. At worst, Stiles nicks his fingers on every knife in the utensil drawer while trying to find a wooden spoon. Messy, but not too bad when one’s mate has pain-removing powers.

Then It stays with his grandpa for the weekend. Stiles makes him leave the doll again, because hell if he’s sending that thing to his dad’s house.

Amaia does not appear to like that.

Stiles taps his fingers on his knees while the phone rings in his ear.

“Stiles.” Cora’s voice on the other end is groggy but suspicious. “Wha’s wrong? It’s... 5 in the morning.”

“1 in the morning for us. Cora, where did you get that doll you sent to Herald?” Stiles asks, tapping his fingers faster.

“Is that Derek growling I’m hearing?” she asks. Stiles can hear rustling on the other end of the line as Cora sits up. The phone buzzes in his ear as the connection weakens.

“Yeah, that’s Derek. There’s a little girl standing at the foot of our bed.” Stiles rubs Derek’s shoulder to try and keep him from launching himself at whatever is standing there and staring at them. “Or, I think there is. She’s suspiciously featureless in the shadows.”

“What the hell?” Cora sounds fully awake now, and Stiles will at least have the petty satisfaction of dragging her up at a horrible hour on a Saturday after all fo this bullshit.

“Yeah. The light has been unplugged somehow and there’s a little girl standing at the foot of our bed in the dark. Staring at us,” Stiles repeats. He can’t see her eyes, but ohh, it’s easy to feel they’re being stared down. “Presumably here to kill us because Herald is away.”

“What the fuck kind of doll did you send our son?” Derek growls, not taking his eyes off the still figure facing them.

“I mean... it was just a doll,” Cora protests. “Lots of the women around here sew and make kids’ toys.”

“Are they all in a cult or something?” Stiles hisses, trying to toe the line of belligerence. He’s not sure if it’s possible to piss this thing off and he doesn’t really want to find out either. Not when he’s only wearing boxers and he’s carelessly moved his bat to the closet after It tried to use it to beat a hole into the wall. (He wanted to go into the crawl space. Stiles absolutely did not ask why.)

“No. They’re just a bunch of old grandmas who make clothes and toys,” Cora huffs. “I know what a cult looks like.”

“Then why is there a demon attached to the doll they made?” Stiles asks. Because they still have no explanation for what’s at the foot of their bed.

“I don’t know! I showed one of them a picture of Herald and said I wanted something he would like. That’s it, I swear.”

“And... then what?”

“She crossed herself. Which people do a lot when I show them a photo of Herald.” Cora sighs and Stiles can hear her tapping her nails on some surface as she thinks. “And then she sold me the doll. Simple as that.”

“Great. I think your grandma friend was some kind of vigilante trying to rid the world of our creepy kid.” Stiles holds the phone away from his ear as the static hisses and distorts the line.

The shadow at the foot of the bed flickers and appears on Stiles’ side of the bed. Derek lunges for her and the shadow makes a sound like static on a dead television channel that makes Stiles’ ears hurt.

“Oh, thanks Cora! Send me the replacement doll so I can burn this one,” Stiles says loudly into the phone.

The shadow shrieks angrily and vanishes just in time for Derek to pass through her and land on the floor.

“Stiles?” Cora’s voice is faint as Stiles drops back against his pillows and sighs in relief. “Stiles, what doll? What are you talking about?”

“Where did she go?” Derek snarls, eyes blazing blue in the dark room, whipping his head around.

Stiles groans and rubs his face. “Bye, Cora,” he says, hanging up the phone. “Come back to bed, babe.”

“What the hell are we supposed to do about that thing?” Derek growls, climbing back into bed.

Stiles pulls the blanket up to his shoulders, hunkering down under it. He’s still getting his goddamn child-free night of sleep, and no haunted doll is going to stop him. “We order another creepy-ass doll from Amazon and use it to keep her in line until she gets too strong and we have to exorcise her. Obviously.”

#sterekweek2019 #sterekhalloween5 #mild horror #my writing- beware #featuring Herald Stilinski-Hale #who remains one of my all-time favorite fandom creations ever #I half-wrote at least 6 different stories for Sterek Halloween #October has been kind of a bastard month #but hey I finished something #and got it posted while part of the US is still on Halloween #and writing about Herald made me ridiculously happy

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kryptsune · 4 years

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*Hell Lore

🌼I made a mention in the prior post that I have an entire Hell canon. It is something I maintain through many of my stories involving demons or angels so the newest addition of Contract (aka my Mafiafell verse) is not excluded. I made them separate so it wasn’t too overwhelming as most of the time these posts are. I hope you all enjoy and my ask box is always open for questions and curiosities.

*Due to this being hellish lore there may be triggering or disturbing material ahead. Please be mindful of the warning! Thanks!

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Universe type: Multiverse Demon/variants

Alternate “Nicknames” Info:

*Demons {Nicknames and True Names}:*

Gered: Xaketh

Red: Valruth (Beast)

Crim: Derzath

Grimm: Cerberus (Rus)

Boss: Sokan

Gin (fallen): Kelran

Dusk: Dantillion

Blade: Zorrol

Ouro: Ouroboros

*Angels {Nicknames and True Names}: *

Comic: Halo

Cayn: Sariel

Nova: Sorath

Pap: Akriel

Dawn: Zaphkiel

Glitch: Adellum

Script: Malakh

There is a lot of info below the cut so if you are interested give it a look!

The 7 Princes and Their Kingdoms (In order by power):

1. Lust (Crown Prince)- Gered: Being the second eldest to his brother Nas Gered is the next in line to inherit the throne. He conducts himself very similar to his Kingly brother as he is more the gentleman type. Don’t let that fool you however as Gered is known for his silver tongue. He appears gentle with those he comes in contact with but that only hides the true demon within him. Just as the elder of the siblings Gered embodies more than his crowned sin. He is known to be overly prideful and with quite the possessive greedy streak. The only time he will allow sharing anything that he considers to be his is when it is with his siblings and it depends on which ones. Unlike his younger brother, Red, Gered tends to not revel in his sin but rather enjoys it in moderation. It may be that due to Gered’s amount of angelic blood he is a more positive side of his sin with a desire for passion and possessiveness then just carnal pleasure. He appears in fine tailored suits and waistcoats looking like the prince he is. Since Gered is the second eldest he does not look as demon-like as he should though every Prince has a menacing true form to them.

Un-Crowned Prince- Red: Red or as he is known, Beast, is one of the youngest of their family. This, however, does not prevent Gered from taking the younger under his wing and as such Red becomes the next in line to become crown Prince of his kingdom. Red has very little if not any angelic blood in his bones. That would explain his more demon appearance with claw-like fingers, horns, and tail. Red is known for his love of carnal pleasure and sadism. He is one who does not take no for an answer which can be deadly to those he sets his eyes on. He is far more aggressive than his brother though that could be to some happenings in his past. He tends to show off his ribcage and he is not one to hide things. Red is a notorious flirt as is Gered but Red’s tactics result from more the physical than flowery language or silver tongue. He is actually quite blunt.

2. Pride- Boss: One of the eldest of the princes, Boss is known for his ego. He is the Prince and warden of Pride. His kingdom revolves around imprisonment. A giant jail cell for the worst of the worst. Boss is the kind of demon that has no problem getting his hands dirty. In fact, he rather enjoys it. He is known to give hope to some of his inmates and strip that away from them as cruelly as possible. He is rather stern and far too serious for his own good but he takes a lot of pride in his station as well as amusement. Some of the souls he wardens are forced into mind games subjecting them to a series of near-impossible trials even going so far as to convince those imprisoned that they are still alive. Which is an outright lie. Boss’ appearance is more demonic than his older brothers but not to the level of Red. His fingers are more claw-like and have those iconic demon horns though his stature remains unaffected. Out of all the Princes Boss is most likely the most intimidating even with lacking the overly demonic look to him.

3. Wrath (Crown Prince)- Crimson: Crimson is a demon that is notorious for his blood lust. He also goes by The Crimson Lord or Bloody Lord. Crimson is the harsh ruler of the Kingdom of Wrath. A dog without a leash rather. He is frigid towards real affection/emotion unless he has the goal to manipulate you. The only exception would be that of his brother. His pride and ego are legendary and rarely ever take no for an answer. He is nicknamed the bloody lord for a reason as he has a vampiric nature. His love of the finer things in life leaves him very possessive and greedy as well.

His favorite pastime is to break the will of the soul because he is known as the first vampire he can easily trance others into their own death. He brings souls up from his kingdom as well as others to feed on frequently in “bathing in the blood of his enemies” In the most literal way. Just like Gered and Nas, Crimson enjoys finery. His Kingdom rests as the third most powerful and wealthy but that does not exclude his own castle. It is presumably the most lavish of the kingdoms while the rest is fiery pits and bloody streams. He has a temper and usually finds even the slightest inconvenience irritating. He has a fascination for metalwork as his castle harkens back to the medieval time period. In order to fuel his amusement, he finds himself disguised while walking among souls so he can convince them that he is damned just like them only for it to be too late. Crimson is both a sadist and a masochist at heart and those things amuse him greatly. If you can get on his good side and amuse him he may let you live but it is very rare as his thirst for blood is nearly unquenchable.

Un-Crowned Prince- Grimm: Grimm keeps his brother's love of sadistic games but he is less bloodthirsty than the former. He is more animalistic then his brother giving into more carnal desires just as Red does. Grimm is Crimson’s older brother though even with his stature most think the opposite. He could be classified as the wild one. His eyes are usually a golden/yellow color looking more like pupils then the typical skeleton blank sockets. When he is more in his feral mode those sockets will turn black with that blazing yellow pupil. His eyes in this state resemble that of a wolf. He is known as the guard dog of the Realm due to his true demon form of a giant three-headed skeletal canine beast. Cerberus.

He will be more docile unless it comes to his games is when he is in predator mode. Grimm is also incredibly needy and does not care about the state of his victims which he usually brings to his brother. He is submissive to Crimson but that does not mean he will tolerate being treated like a dog. He is still the older brother after all. He is a flirt just to get what he wants and he loves it when others fight back. Unlike his brother, Grimm could care less about all the finery all he cares about is the pleasure, fun, and thrill. Grimm is curious by nature so if you draw his attention you may survive long enough to get on his good side. He also has a well known sweet tooth though his brother tries to discourage him from the habit.

4. Greed- Blade: Being the prince of greed nothing could more suited to Blade. He is the embodiment of greedily hoarding what he desires from others in an almost possessive and obsessive way. This includes material wealth or in Blade’s case human souls. He is the most… disturbing of the Princes as he has an obsession with mortals. Just like its namesake the kingdom of greed does not like to share its knowledge with others and keeps its secrets close. Blade loves to play with his toys and out of all the princes, he is probably the worst one to be stuck with as you may be turned into a puppet before long. He lures people in with a more approachable and likable personality before showing his more crazy side. Just like his universal counterpart Blade is still very much the yandere serial killer type. It’s rumored he keeps a room filled with various “human” parts hanging from the ceiling. His title is the doll maker. Which is disturbing in of itself. He is also 100% both a sadist and a masochist.

5. Envy- Dusk: Dusk is the prince of Envy. Unlike Blade dusk appears to have more of a gentlemanly attitude like his older brothers. Mostly because he looked up so highly to them. He may be envy but he does not exactly embody the sin with which he is assigned. That does make him a little jealous of some of his other siblings but he does not feel the need to openly refute their claims. If anything Dusk is quite the opposite of his kingdom. He was mostly appointed there since he is good at keeping others persuaded and calm. The souls in this kingdom can be unruly and unlike his other brothers, Dusk sees his station almost as some kind of necessary evil. He would rather walk on earth doing a job more suited to his own abilities and unfortunately, he is all too aware that his one brother, the angel by the name of Dawn, banished him here for his jealousy. He spends a lot of his time alone reading about the world above and what it has to offer. That kind of curiosity has never left him. He does have a rivalry and distaste for this brother of greed, however. He is a master of illusion, making you crave something you know you can never have. It is how the souls are tortured in this kingdom.

6. Gluttony- Ouro: Named after the symbol of Ouroboros, Ouro, is the prince of the kingdom of Gluttony. Ouro is known for being a hoarder of anything he desires. He is extraordinarily greedy and does not interact much with others. His appearance is more demon in nature with a mix of dragon and snake as his name dictates. He is hard to get to know if you are even given that opportunity but once you do he will spoil you. Out of all the princes, he is probably the least likable next to Blade though he does not have the same sick masochistic personality. Some say that he has to fill a hole inside of him and that is why he acts the way he does. He is very standoffish and nearly always has a scowl on his face. He also has a rather fiery temper. He does his duties to the kingdom ignoring his two neighboring brothers who always seem to be at odds.

7. Sloth- Gin: Gin is the final prince but not by choice. Once a seraphim angel he was cast down protecting his younger brother, Cayn. Once the lively angel of guardians now has become an uncaring demon. The only care he has in this world is to see if the sacrifice that he made for his brother protected him or not. Gin lazes around mostly locking himself up in his study. He has no servants or dukes to command but rather is content with what he has. He tends to always be on the grouchy side perhaps due to an overabundance of sleep. A biological thing that demons do not need by the way. He keeps his brother's memory alive by doing things that he used to love including baking. Gin is pretty laid back of them all but his nihilistic demeanor can be grating to his other siblings. In essence, this poor boy has lost a lot of his hope for anything better and thus does not care.

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*The Kingdoms*

Lust- The kingdom that used to be ruled by the current King of Hell. The hierarchy works that each kingdom rules over a certain sin committed by those punished. The closer that they are to The Capital the richer and more prosperous. There is also little technology save for the capital and the two kingdoms following it. The lust kingdom is ruled by Gered who is the crown prince and following that is Red. He is a prince as well but uncrowned to one of the major kingdoms (he could honestly care less). The kingdom of lust revels in opulence and is known for its material wealth. The demons here tend to be debaucherous and are known for their slave/pet dealings. The demons in this kingdom tend to be overly needy causing them to sate their desires with damned souls or each other.

Underneath the crown prince and his brother, this kingdom also has established a series of appointments with Dukes and lords. It is well known that nothing can really sate these demons appetites for pleasure. They do as they will still following under the rules set forth by the King however they tend to get away with more considering their kingdoms standing. It is known as the kingdom of servitude in multiple ways. Lust also does not just account for physical pleasure but lust for anything such as wealth or power as an example. It is rumored that the two brothers appear to be opposites in their handling of the sin. Gered being more about possession and passion while Red is more the stereotypical lust. Out of all the kingdoms, this one seems to be the “best” one to be sentenced to especially if you find yourself at the feet of its ruler. The humans here are usually taken care of quite nicely, though it is also rumored that these souls do not belong in Hell at all.

Appearance-wise the lust kingdoms Castle is paved with marble and gold. It is near spotless excluding wealth and grandeur. The massive walls that hide the Castle from view are covered in thick lush green vines and flowers. The wall also has lace-like porticos that spill a strange liquid from snake-like mouths. It is said that a human that even consumes a drop of it will be subject to their demon masters will for eternity. A strong manipulative love potion in essence. The Palace gardens are almost as if they were taken from the Garden of Eden itself which is entirely possible. The further away from the center, the city becomes less ostentatious though not dilapidated by any means. Many of Hell's elite live in this kingdom.

Pride- The kingdom of Pride ruled by Boss is the second one from the Capital. As such it too exudes opulence at its center. This is the kingdom known as The Cell unlike the kingdom of Lust, Pride only shows off its splendor near its castle and some of the surrounding areas. It is mostly utilized as a giant torture pit. This is where souls are sent as punishment for the most severe crimes and tortured mercilessly sometimes torn to shreds only to be revived. Their leader is a ruthless warden of sorts making sure that everyone obeys the laws both set forth for demon or soul. Demons sentenced to exile are also detained here in this confusing catacomb prison. It is filled with deadly traps and pitfalls to prevent escape as well. Humans of high status on earth and are now subjected to the same kind of torment they put on others in the worst way possible. Dictators, murderers and the like.

The Cell is also where souls are twisted beyond recognition and where new demons are made. In this world, demons are made not born and those corrupted souls become the new generation. It could take years. It could take centuries but being thrown into The Cell is a sure-fire sentence.

Wrath- The Kingdom of Wrath is the kingdom of War and bloodlust. It is quite well known that the brothers all have had their eyes set on multiple kingdoms at one time that exemplifies their vices. The ruler of Wrath, Crimson, is a ruthless warlord with an unusual thirst for blood and not in a war-hungry way. The Kingdom supplies and trains those for the Capital's personal guard as well as the demons that are considered soldiers. This is also the Kingdom of the tainted. Those that are not quite a demon but also not quite human. A long time ago when demons walked among the humans, one demon wreaked havoc. A demon so infatuated with humanity that he began to turn them away from their old religions so that they would worship him. In turn, he gave them his power creating half breeds. What humanity calls vampires, werewolves, and fae. The humans began to decline at rapid numbers and since those of half-demon blood were considered corrupted they had little use. Now they span the kingdom of Wrath as soldiers, mindless, and obeying only their “king.”

Its alternate title is that of the Kingdom of Blood. Those unfortunate souls forced to end up in such a horrible kingdom will find themselves burning alive in the flames of their own anger. Some are even dragged into labs to be experimented on. The human souls usually sentenced here were the warriors that committed atrocities without a second glance at the innocent. Those that killed children in the name of the king is an example of this. Crimson was the demon that started all of this half breed creation which would explain why he was passed up for the crown of Lust as his blood lust is legendary. It is most likely his mild punishment for his past actions. The two brothers are most likely where the vampire and werewolf mythology stems from on earth.

Greed- The kingdom of greed is unlike any other kingdom as it rarely has souls within it (they don’t last long). They are usually the type of killers that were mentally undone. Ones that took a sick twisted pleasure in their artistry. Those are usually brought from the outside. Their ruler, Blade, is what one might call… unhinged at best. They are known for their experimentation attempting to twist mortal souls into whatever is desired. The castle though appearing rather plain on the outside is a treacherous confusion of mind-bending illusions and hallways.

Envy- This is the kingdom that trains and outsources spies as well as assassins. Demonic hitmen used to gain political power among their respective kingdoms. They are known for their thieves mostly stealing from their neighboring kingdom of greed, specifically souls. They are based around the shadows which are quite fitting as the ruler of their kingdom, Dusk, has the ability to manipulate shadows. Envy is known as the shadow kingdom usually housing those souls of the occult and black magic. Those that tried to obtain the unobtainable through magical or demonic means. Dusk does not take kindly to this as these souls are tortured for all eternity forced to relive and conjure their own worst fears in a land of darkness. A never-ending nightmare would be an apt description.

Gluttony- Those that are placed into this kingdom as punishment are subjected to the torture of starvation and thirst. The prince’s castle is surrounded by a never-ending desert with no hope for food or drink. Souls are forced to starve wandering this desert for the rest of eternity. The demons banished into this place feast on mortal corpses that fall tearing them to pieces like scavengers. When the sun sets these mortals to end up back where they started in one piece having to endure the same torture over and over. Ouro the ruler of his kingdom does not do much in the way of duty. He tends to delegate his jobs to other lower-level demons. If a mortal manages to cross the desert the torture is withstanding. Any food will turn to ash in their mouths and any water will burn the throat. It is an endless never quenchable thirst and hunger.

Sloth- Sloth is the final kingdom before the banished and forgotten kingdoms beyond. It is “ruled” by Prince Gin though no one could actually tell you what it took to maintain the kingdom. It is the poorest of the rest as the palace shines in all its glory through all the destitution surrounding it. The souls here are never allowed to rest forced to work the land for food production. Which is hilarious because that food does literally nothing for demons. Ok, hilarious in a cruel sick way. The demon lords and princes do like to have their feasts and lavish parties but that food is very different. In essence, mortals are forced into a constant state of fatigue. Never able to drink, eat, or most of all sleep. After this kingdom lies the outer reaches of Hell. Those souls are the lost ones forced into limbo. Those that have nowhere to go. This is also where the banished are sent. There is no hope as it appears to be an endless forest with no hope of escape. The fog takes their memory from them forcing them to wander for the rest of eternity and most likely consumed by rouge demons prowling the outskirts. A soul banished to limbo can find themselves at Hell’s gates but it is very rare and not at all a better outcome.

The King of Hell:

Nasaros is the current King of Hell being the eldest son of his father. Just like his father his angelic blood makes him stand out above his younger siblings. He seems gentlemanly and rather laid back for someone of his status but do not let that fool you. Due to Nas, blood, he is just as harsh if not more so than his demonic brothers. He is not actually a demon either but rather a fallen angel (there is a difference). He has a silver tongue keeping to flowery language. Some feel as though he is weak due to his blood but his brothers know better than that and dare not question their older brother. Nas has an egotistical air about him but it is more subtle. He has an extreme distaste for demonkind as he does not consider himself one of their ilk. Therefore he is not tolerant of any kind of infraction. Demons that do not follow the rules are quickly dispatched of without mercy. His abilities are not as well known as the brothers but it can be assumed he can utilize all his sibling's abilities as well as some more angelic ones.

Curiously he has more of a demon-like appearance than his younger brother Gered. He tends to wear white in the majority of his clothing leaning more toward tailored tailcoats and suits. An almost denial of what he has become. He has three sets of wings though they are rarely seen indicating he used to be a seraph. In his younger years before he was crowned King, he was the Prince of the Kingdom of Lust. In his state of mind, he did not want his demon half to “corrupt” him any longer. Out of fear and denial, he split himself into two separate beings. One as the embodiment of the negative side of sin and the other the more positive. These two Princes, though two halves of one whole, eventually were able to come to the conclusion that who they were before was their true self.

Unlike his father, Nas seems to attempt to reform Hell in a way adding rules and regulations to the more unruly of his subjects. These rules mostly extend to those souls that are wrongly labeled as damned. He knows that an impurity leads Heaven to shut its gates on some of these souls with no hope for survival. It is not a common occurrence however under Nas decree these souls are to not be harmed.

Saros: If there was a complete opposite to Naos then Saros would be it. He is haughty, prideful, lavish, and over the top. His outgoing demeanor causes him to throw lavish banquets and parties surrounding himself with the elite of Hell. Saros is a negative aspect of lust. He is needy and uses pleasure as a manipulation tool. He drinks and sleeps around not giving it any thought. He is also possessive though it is more treating something like a trophy then someone to be treasured. He is the true embodiment of carnal pleasure and debauchery.

Naos: Out of the two Naos is the more gentle. He tends to be very shy when interacting with others only making his presence known when necessary. He is not the flirty type but rather the romantic if you manage to catch his affection and favor. His appearance causes him to wear darker colors like black. Unlike his unruly brother Naos enjoys peace and quiet. He is easily flustered. Sometimes he will sit in the garden and sing a soft little tune. His personality is very soft but he is also very possessive and overprotective.

The New Order:

The new shift in power causes some unrest among the denizens of Hell. Their old order was to corrupt and damn souls for all eternity no matter the cost. The spilling of blood was of no consequence. That, however, changes when Nas comes into power that all changes. His decree is that demons should be conducting themselves more decorum then they used to. No more earthly rampages. No more innocent deaths. The souls not meant for Hell are put under his protection. He cleans up Hell by holding demons accountable for their more sadistic tendencies. Humans have long since forgotten their presence. To them, they are nothing more than superstition and Hollywood fabrication. The new global ability to communicate in mere seconds leave them with a poor reputation.

Nowadays they are known for making more deals. In fact, under royalty, the most prestigious job in Hell are the deal makers. The demons associated with soul collection as that is one way to gain more power as a demon. The more souls the stronger and potentially more abilities gained as well. These demons appear on earth offering their services disguised as humans tempting wayward souls. The dukes, lords, and even prince also do deals of a higher caliber though they rarely leave Hell. It would take a very powerful soul for them to gain any interest even if they are summoned.

Each demon of high status also has a specific sigil used to summon them. It is, as stated previously, very dangerous and usually only 30% effective. Some demons, Crimson as an example, will gladly show up for a little bit of carnage or to mess with souls. Contrary to mortal belief demons do not take to sacrificing lightly in fact it is highly frowned upon. Any mortals of an occult stupid enough to try and summon any of them usually end up choking on their own blood.

The Red String of Fate:

The Red string of fate is constant in the world that has consequences when altered. It is very similar to the idea that our destinies are intertwined with others and if that string is cut it creates a butterfly effect. Demons tend to do as they please but when it comes to altering the course of humanity it is a very harsh offense. Under the Prince's father, this offense was minor but when Bas took control of the throne that sentence increase. A demon tampering with or severing the string of fate is exiled, banished, or executed. If one string is severed it is possible to reform however multiple could cause an apocalyptic event of biblical proportions. Contrary to human belief demons have no desire to obliterate the earth. They rather like their little playground. Anything that would jeopardize the fate of either Hell or Earth is grave.

The Blood of the Innocent:

Innocent souls subjected to the selectiveness of Heaven's elite are thrown into Hell just by association with any type of demonic ritual. Innocents sacrificed for summoning are branded as corrupted and therefore unworthy to enter Heaven's gates. These souls are considered pure and are housed in The Capital away from any demons that may cause them harm, especially that of children. If a mortal is sacrificed to a specific demon then that Prince is made responsible. This occurrence, however, is rare as the horrors that befall those that try this kind of act… are too horrible to describe. It takes someone really greedy or stupid to even attempt such a thing.

Pure souls are constantly in danger as demons feel their power and have an almost instinctual desire to devour it. This is an outcome for those types of souls but the process is painless (if the demon in question desires it). It is better than living an eternity in Hell anyway. Some are kept at the palaces if a Prince sees fit though that is an even rarer occurrence than the former.

Demons are Made not Born:

A souls prolonged time in Hell withstanding numerous tortures begins to twist their very being. Their souls become more and more corrupt as time goes on forcing a metamorphosis. It is said that one of the reasons demons devour souls is because they are trying to fill the emptiness of their own soul. The one that they lost long ago. Once this process takes place their memories begin to fade of their past mortal lives. They are then reborn as a demon befitting their newly corrupted soul. It is rare that a soul is corrupted to become powerful but it is possible. These demons are usually low level and serve as they were originally intended.

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laserdog10 · 4 years

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Legacy Epilogue, part 2: Recovery

*It had been three days since Blossom’s incident with her Silver Eyes. Ruby and Jaune, with the rest of their kids, Garnet and Citrus, took her to the nearest hospital in hopes of helping get rid of the after-affects of using them for the first time. It didn’t particularly surprise Ruby that her daughter would suffer some repercussions of using her Grimm slaying power, but something was...different this time around. Their wait didn’t have to be prolonged further when the nurse came into the lobby.*

Nurse: Ummm, Mr. and Mrs. Rose-Arc?

Jaune: That’s us.

Nurse: Good! Right this way please.

*The family stood up and followed her down the hall to Blossom’s room, the nurse detailing on her condition*

Nurse: She-

Garnet: Give it to us straight doc, is our sister gonna live?

Citrus: Is she dying?!

Nurse: What!? Oh heavens no, dears! Blossom’s fine, she’s just temporarily blind is all.

Garnet/Citrus: Whew...

Ruby: Blind...?

Nurse: Unfortunately, we’ve tried everything that would’ve normally worked. We did take note that eye-drops helped clear up some dried blood behind her eyes. Other than that, they are still bloodshot and her pupils are still constricted.

Jaune: Is surgery going to be an option?

Nurse: It’s a low possibility, but given that Blossom is a Silver Eyed Warrior like you Mrs. Rose, I don’t assume you have a, how you say, solution of a “magical persuasion?

*The couple shared a nervous laugh.*

Jaune: Uuuhhh, heh, we do know one, in the form of a...wizard professor.

Nurse: OH! You mean Ozpin?

Ruby: He may be our only solution right now.

Nurse: Right...*writes on her clipboard*...give us a minute, we’ll get a wheelchair for your daughter on her way out! I’ll give you some time to talk with her until then. *turns to leave, but stops and turns after a few steps* By the way Garnet, do you mind if I ask why you’re only wearing one glove?

*Garnet instinctively grabbed his right arm. Underneath the baggy sweater he wore was an intricate assortment of a glove, straps, and bindings over the charred surface of his arm, keeping an other-worldly being at bay*

Garnet: I-it’s...a long story, ma’am...

Nurse: Ah, my mistake, sweetie. Well, I best go get that wheelchair, goodbye!

Rose-Arcs: Bye!

-Inside Blossom’s room-

*Being blind wasn’t so bad, even if it was only temporary...maybe. Okay, it was honestly scary, and while her other senses were enhanced, Blossom hated not seeing her surroundings. She knew she was in a bed, she knew the T.V. was on playing cartoons, she knew as alone in her room with gauze over her eyes waiting for her family or the nurse. But, this did give her time to be with her thoughts, “Welp, first time using my powers and look where I end up. Bet you’re pretty proud of me, o’ God of Light, eh? Did...mom ever have to go through this, did she get knocked out after her eyes activated, and what caused them to activate? Was Aunt Maria as inexperienced as me, or another prodigy? What about grandma Summer, did she struggle as much as I am right now? Heh, I should know the answer by now.....I’m just a weak link in a line of strong warriors. I’m a failu-”*

*A click is heard as her door opens*

Jaune/Ruby: Heeeeeyyy!

Blossom, snapping out of her trance: Ah! Hi mom, hi dad!

Garnet: You feeling okay?

Blossom: Aside from not being able to see and my self-esteem being at a pretty big low, I’d say I’m pretty okay.

Citrus: So is that a no...?

Blossom: *sigh* I don’t even know anymore.....

Jaune: Listen, the doctor said you’re going to be fine, and you’re not in pain right?

Blossom: I guess, but what about surgery?

Ruby: We won’t have to, we’re taking you to Ozpin.

The kids: Uncle Oz?!

Blossom: What’s he gonna do to help me?

Ruby: If I’m playing my cards right, most likely heal your eyes with whatever magic he has left.

Garnet: Which is basically limitless???

Ruby: Yup!

Everyone: Awesome.

Garnet: BUT, before the nurse gets back...I wanna try something.

Blossom: Garnet, I swear to the gods, I will shove my boot up your ass when I see again...

Jaune: Language!

Blossom: But dad!?

Citrus: Do it!

Blossom: Ughhh, fine..... *lifts the gauze off one eye, cracked lines of red on the silver surface of her pupil, still constricted*

Garnet: How many fingers am I holding up?

Blossom: Uuuuuhhhh...ssssssssix?????

Citrus: Nope! Three!

Blossom, red: You both suck...

Garnet/Citrus: *snickering*

-Beacon Courtyard-

Jaune: Ahhh, good to be back.

Ruby: It feels so surreal coming back here. To think we met here for the first time...

Jaune: But hey, look where we are right now. *takes her hand in his*

Ruby, leaning her head on his shoulder: Would we want it for anything else?

Jaune: No way, Crater Face. *kisses her forehead*

Garnet: *fake wretches* There is a time and place and this is not one of them!

Citrus: *hiding behind her hands but peeking through one*

Blossom: Y’know, this is the one perk of being blind, but hearing it is so much worse somehow.

Jaune: Oh hush, we’re just loving each other.

Blossom: Can we go see Uncle Oz now?

Ruby: Hahaha, yes.

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Front Desk: Sir, the Rose-Arcs are on their way to see you.

Ozpin: Thank you.

*The now mortal Wizard of Remnant took a sip from his trusted and beloved mug, filled with his favorite brew of coffee. Letting out a content sigh, he adjusted the picture on his table of him, his wife Glynda Goodwitch, and his daughter Olivia. His gaze returned to the opening doors of his office, his two former students walking in*

Oz: Ah, Ruby and Jaune! Pleasure to see you two agai-...oh dear. *he exclaimed when he saw Blossom*

Blossom: Eheh, hey, Uncle Oz...

Oz: Ummm, may I ask what happened to you dear?

Ruby: Guess who used her Silver Eyes for the first time.

Oz: Oh! Pardon me...er, how did this happen?

Jaune: Training, but from the looks of it, she blinded herself.

Oz: ... *stands from his chair, concern on his face*

Ruby: Professor...?

Oz: First, tell me how this all happened.

*And so Ruby did; the test dummy Beowolf, the tip she gave to Blossom to properly use her eyes, the six wings of light that appeared from her daughter’s eyes, Blossom getting knocked unconscious because of her own eyes. Throughout it all, Ozpin’s concern seemed to dampen, and more to understanding*

Oz: Forgive me, but...this is quite unheard off, even to me.

Blossom: ...

Jaune: So what you’re saying is...?

Oz: We could be looking at the most powerful Silver Eyed Warrior in the history of Remnant.

Ruby/Jaune: !!!

Blossom: Pffffft hahaha! Alright, good joke Uncle Oz, but I seriously couldn’t be “the strongest S.E.W. in all of Remnant!” Right, haha?

Ruby/Jaune/Oz: ............

Blossom: Why is no one else laughing?

Oz, walking from his desk: Allow to me elaborate, dear. *he began as green electricity surrounded his index finger, to which he then poked Blossom on her forehead with it*

Blossom: OW! What the heck?!

*Just as she said that, her eyes felt an odd buzz as the magic took effect. The strain on her pupils lessened, the stinging of the veins around her eyes dissipated, and the stuck feeling of the dried blood behind them went away completely*

Oz, smiling: Now take off your bandages.

Blossom: *hands slightly shaking, she undoes the gauze around her head* I...*as she opens her eyes, Blossom is greeted by the sight of her uncle’s office, looking to her sides she saw her mother and father, tears of joy welling in her silver orbs* ...I can see!

Oz: Such as my magic, consider your power a miracle, something amazingly so one of a kind. But what you’re doing right now, is trying to be someone you are not, fearing that you won’t be a great Silver Eyed Warrior. You may not think it now, but trust me, your ability to slay Grimm is going to become something wonderfu-

Blossom: But what if it doesn’t, what if I don’t live up to this greatness of the people that came before me? What if I can’t become like my mom and grandma Summer!?

Ruby: ...

Jaune: Blossom...

*Everything made sense now. Blossom’s training, her pushing herself and forcing her Silver Eyes to work, why she didn’t tell Ruby or Jaune sooner. Ozpin chuckled and walked back to his desk chair*

Oz: That is because you won’t, you can’t, you can only be yourself. You can’t push yourself to master your abilities at the same pace as your mother or grandmother. You have to let your power come at its own time, for not only will it lead to less harm, no one will fault you for it.

Blossom, tears falling down her cheeks: I...*sniff*...I...

Jaune: No one’s perfect, sweetie, how did you think we fared when we became Huntsmen?

Blossom: *sniff* Probably poorly?

Ruby: Huge understatement, why do you think we call each other “Crater Face” and “Vomit Boy?” *she laughed, hugging her then kissing Blossom on the head* Thank you so much, Ozpin.

Oz: You are very welcome, Mrs. Rose. *as they got up to leave, Oz took on more swig of his coffee, but not before one last thing he had to say to the young reaper* And Blossom?

Blossom: Huh?

Oz: I hope no more stunts like this will occur in the future? Glynda and I already had to deal with that when your parents enrolled here.

Blossom, nervous: W-welll...! I’ll try not to? Haha.

Jaune: We’ll keep eye on her, sir!

Blossom: Was that intentional?

Jaune: Oh...my bad.

*The family laughed their way to the elevator, meanwhile Oz adjusted his glasses, having a laugh himself*

Oz: Hm, the youth is like a bonfire, bright and full of potential, but in need of a little guidance.

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Ruby: Do you promise to come to me when you have trouble using your eyes?

Blossom: Pinky promise.

Jaune: And next time use a test weapon on the dummy, can’t have you dull Aureum Mortem’s edge, now can we?

Blossom: I can sharpen it again! *she said defensively but cracking a smile*

Jaune: I’m sure you can. *smiles, pats her on the head*

Ruby: Now where are your brother and sister?

“Wooooooohoooooo!!!”

*As if on cue the duo of reaper siblings peeled around the hall, Garnet utilizing his Spring Maiden magic to propel himself forward, Citrus riding piggyback on her older brother. As they reached the lobby Garnet’s flight came to a halt*

Garnet: Found your team’s old rooms!

Ruby: How did you know which was which?

Garnet: *pulls out his scroll to show a room with four holes in its ceiling* Aunt Weiss told us about your “bunk beds.”

Citrus: And I think I found one of Aunt Nora’s old shirts in the opposite room. *pulls out a wrinkly black shirt with the word “boop” on its front* Found it in the closet.

Jaune: So that’s where that went! Tell you what, you can keep, just your size too.

Citrus: *smiles, then puts the shirt on over her current one* Thank you!!!

Ruby: Be prepared if she wants it back though. *exhales* Right, been a long day for us, who’s ready to go take nap back home?

Everyone: Me!

Ruby: Roger that. Rose-Arcs, move out!

*Trekking to the car, Blossom once again had time to collect her thoughts. “I had hurt myself from thinking I could recreate what my mom could do, try to be like her...be the perfect warrior, exactly like the S.E.W’s that lived before me. But I’m not, I’m not perfect, but my power is mine, and I WILL make it so that power will be able to help others and rid Remnant of the Grimm once and for all. Yeah, I can do this!”*

Legacy -fin-

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pipsqueakparker · 5 years

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“I’m too sober for this” snowbaz Drabble prompt request incoming

I’m too sober for this.

Simon Snow is not.

Snow is absolutely sozzled, leaning heavily into Penelope’s side as she tries to guide him to a bench away from the group of drunken, hormonal teenagers thrashing about to some too loud, too bass heavy music.

It’s not every day that Snow and I are invited to the same parties, but tonight just happens to be that rare occasion. He was spending Christmas with the Wellbeloves, and Dev’s obnoxious crush put Agatha and her friends at the top of the guest list. I’m here because he’s my cousin, and he and Niall wouldn’t stop pestering me until I agreed to attend this stupid New Years party they were throwing.

Daphne was thrilled when Dev brought it up, she thinks I spend too much time moping. She’d never outrightly say it to me, but I know that’s why she was just as insistent on me coming tonight because she and Father frequently forget that my condition gives me astoundingly great senses. Including the ability to overhear their conversations before they actually see me and cut them short.

Well, she’s wrong. I don’t spend too much time moping. I spend too much time pining, which leads to just the right amount of moping. It’s a delicate balance that I have been working on for the past seven years.

I’m stood in the a corner, barely touched drink in my hand, and my eyes trail back over to Snow and Bunce because I haven’t yet reached my quota for pining today. Snow’s hair is wild, he’s been running his hands through it a lot tonight. Or someone else has. My eyes flick over to Agatha, across the room, and I have to push that thought away. That will come later, when I return to moping. That’s when I’ll think of Wellbelove’s fingers running through those curls, her hands trailing down his arms, her mouth following the line of moles down his neck, from cheek to shoulder.

For now I’m pining, so instead I switch over to thinking of how much I want to do that.

It’s no secret that I’m hopelessly in love with Simon Snow. Well, it is a secret, I suppose, but I’m not sure how. It hit me like a freight train in fifth year, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since.

No matter how hard I try I always find myself coming back to bronze curls, freckles and moles, and astonishingly plain blue eyes. Astonishingly plain blue eyes that are now trained on me.

I look away as quickly as I can, but it’s too late. He’s spotted me, and he’s spotted me spotting him, and he’s on his feet, unsteadily making his way toward me.

“Baz! I didn’ know you’d be here.” He’s not quite slurring his words, but his mouth is moving lazily. Maybe he’s not as sloshed as I originally thought, but he’s absolutely not sober. “What’re you doin’ here?”

“I don’t know, Snow, what would I be doing at a party hosted by Dev Grimm?” I say flatly. Usually, he’d already be bristling. He’s so easy to work up. Apparently not so much when he’s drunk.

“That’s what I’ve asked, innit?” He leans against the wall next to me. He’s too close, I can smell tequila on his breath and the general smokey scent that is Simon Snow. “You’ve never seemed the party type, have you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You hate people.”

“Correction: I hate you.” I bring my cup to my mouth and it’s absolutely not just to obscure my own face so I don’t accidentally give away how big of a lie that is. It’s two-fold, it’s for that and for getting enough alcohol into my system to be able to handle this interaction and this party in general. I’m three levels below everyone else, it would seem, even Penelope looks quite tipsy across the room, swaying and laughing with Agatha.

“So you like everyone else? Just not me?”

“Exactly.” I take another gulp and it burns the entire way down and I’m not sure if being a vampire affects my alcohol tolerance or if I’m just able to handle my liquor better than anyone else in this room. Either way, it’s complete bollocks, because Snow is leaning closer and I have to school my face into a glare at the proximity.

“Why d’you hate me so much?”

I roll my eyes in response. That wasn’t the answer he was looking for, now he’s frowning at me and grabbing the sleeve of my shirt between his thumb and forefinger to start tugging at it like a petulant child.

“Seriously, Baz, what have I ever actually done to you?”

Primarily, you made me fall for you, and remained heterosexual. Those are top of the list. “We haven’t got the time to start on that list.”

“Aside from all the shit I’ve done because you hate me - like, what did I do to start this? You’ve hated me since you met me but I don’t get why.”

“You exist, Snow, that’s reason enough.” I sneer. And then he’s dropped his forehead to my shoulder and I think every synapse in my brain short circuits. His hair tickles my cheek and I want nothing more than to run my hand through it. He’s so close and it would be so easy to reach out and put my arm around his waist and pull him closer. “I’m too sober for this,” I repeat. Aloud.

Snow looks up and I mourn the loss of contact. “What?”

He’s still just as close only now his face is tilted up towards mine, and I can see the flush across his cheeks and his dilated pupils and the drunken haze in his eyes. I could count every single freckle along the bridge of his nose if I wanted to.

Worse than that, I could easily close the two inches between us and kiss him.

And maybe that drink is starting to hit me because that suddenly doesn’t sound like the worst idea in the world, and I really want to do it.

“I know you want to kill me,” Snow says, not moving and not quite looking me in the eye. More in the cheek. “And I don’t know why that is. But I don’t want to kill you. And I don’t know why that is either, but it’s true.” His eyes have moved down. They’re on my lips. That’s absolutely the only thing he could be looking at, isn’t it? He’s not checking out my chin, though I do have quite a nice chin. No, he’s definitely looking above that. “But I think we could be friends.” I feel like I’m on fire from the inside. “Or something...” I want to set myself on fire from the inside.

I’m perfectly flammable even without the vampire thing, because I’ve apparently gotten drunk enough to lean in and press my mouth to his. Drunk from the vodka or drunk from being so close to Simon Snow, I’m still not sure.

It’s certainly becoming a combination of both because Snow is kissing me back almost immediately. For a split second I’m full of regret, and his mouth is stiff, surprised, unmoving. But in the next his hands are on my face, his lips sliding against mine, and I lose all sense of anything but the feeling of him against me.

His hands move from my face to my chest and he’s pushing my back against the wall, crowding me in and our bodies are completely touching from shoulder to knee and I want to scream. This is even better than any of my idle pining fantasies, this is the real Simon Snow pushing his real tongue into my real mouth and running his real hands down my real torso and beneath my real shirt.

I’m embarrassed by the whine that I let slip out as his blunt nails dig into my shoulder blades, but it’s fine because I finally, finally slide a hand into his hair and earn an equally embarrassing sound from him when I tug a fistful.

We’re somehow unnoticed by everyone else in the room, but I quickly realize it’s because it’s nearly midnight. Everyone else is too focused on the countdown, the eventual switch into the new year. I’m too focused on Snow to process anything else happening, until the room is full of people shouting at the final three seconds.

3... 2... 1...

Snow pulls away first, cheeks a pretty shade of pink and breath coming out in short bursts. He’s smiling, and I catch myself almost returning it.

“Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year, Snow.”

He leans back and makes a show of rolling his eyes. “Crowley, Baz, you just shoved your tongue down my throat but you still can’t call me Simon?”

“Absolutely not.”

“You’re a terror.”

“You’re one to talk.”

I don’t know what this will mean tomorrow when he’s sober. I don’t know if this is turning over a new leaf for the new year, or if we’ll go right back to being mortal enemies.

What I do know is Simon Snow is now holding my hand and pulling me away from the mess of our peers.

And I think I’m still too sober for this, but somewhere along the way I stopped caring.

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keyenuta · 5 years

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Building a family and an arm

At the crack of dawn rests a silver haired faunus, tossing and turning in her slumber as a nightmare unfolds in her mind. Eyes of scarlet and yellow pierce the darkness. as bone chilling screams tear through her mind. She tried to move but had no limbs. She tried to scream, but she had no mouth. All she was is a body without any limbs nor mouth, as all she could do was watch her parents be devoured by a beast of nightmares. Useless and weak with no help in sight. Even now with no arms legs or mouth she tried and tried to reach her parents but in the end it was all for naught. As she knew without a doubt, that she was absolutely useless. And as the slobbering jaws of the Grimm's maw made their way to her, a familiar sound reaches the fox's ears, pausing the nightmare and causing them to flutter in agitation. Again and again the sound of striking metal stirred her ever more awake, as the unrhythmic blows of a hammer annoyed her to no end.

Groaning in annoyance, she rubs the sleep from her eyes and tosses her cover to ground. Now making her annoyed trek to a certain avocado who was not paying attention to his technique. Walking forward with a purpose, Argentia made her way to the warming embrace of a makeshift forge the pines had made. As she was ready and willing to chew her pupil's ear off for his forgetfulness. Finding new strength in the warmth, she marches up behind Oscar and gives him the scare of his life.

"WHAT ARE YA DOIN'!" She screamed startling the farm boy off balance, sighing in agitation she says, "I told ya a hundred times, ye don't hit it Willy nilly! You'll mess up the shape!" She nagged calming down a bit. "Oscar dear, explain to me what it is your building" she states studying his work.

"W-well...I, I wanted to-build you a new arm?" He said sheepishly, "I know you're hurting, and I haven't seen you work in a while so…I thought that, maybe I could help you for a change. I'm really sorry for waking you up I'll stop if you wa-" Oscar's words were cut short as he felt a warm embrace envelope him without a word. Argentia hugged the boy like a life line as she hid her tears away from him. Whether they're tears of joy or sadness she didn't know. But what she did know without a shadow of a doubt, was that this boy was someone she would protect and love no matter what. Oscar, at first shocked by the contact, froze on the spot for just a moment before he returned the hug in full force.

With a shudder of breath Argentia rose back up and hesitantly reached for another hammer. Her arm vibrated and shook while her throat tightened abd her stomach twisted into a knot as her former arm screamed in a ghost pain. Feeling sick all over she went to recall her arm but felt a hand wrap around hers, guiding her hand to finally grasp the handle. Gasoing in relief she turned to her side she saw oscar pushing her along. With a warm smile across his tan freckled face as he nodded in reassurance, with his eyes saying 'whenever you're ready'.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she nodded and cracked a smile, pulling the hammer from its holder, she chuckled in excitement as a rush of new energy coursed through her veins, as she spun the hammer in her hand. Feeling its groove and the weight before speaking once more.

"Come on pine boy, let's go build ourselves an arm!" She cheered as Oscar's smile grew

"You mean you want me to help you?" He asked her with his eye cocked

"First rule, dont ask dumb questions, and two I only see one replacement for this nub and it's that thing right there. Plus, I'm watching ya this time. Now let's get goin' before this this melts!" She joked,

"Heheh yeah, let's get started!" he nodded in determination at her side. Argentia smiled at the boy before raising her arm as they both got to work. And all the while, Argentina would always think of these few words. 'thank you brother' As she has now found a new family

(Here's the first of the short stories, hope y'all enjoy this one! As a bit of background and other hidden details that happened before this, Argentia was taken in by the pines and was basically in a sad rut for the longest. Without her other arm she felt useless and felt like she couldn't do what she loved anymore and never went back to building for a long time. She also felt alone because her only family had died right infront of her, so she felt like she had no one to love or show any emotion to. She was really closed off despite the kindness and love the pines gave her as she was really trapped in her head as she was constantly being bombarded with memories or rather nightmares of the grim and gruesome remains it left of her parents. Not to mention she constantly felt ghost pains of her former arm return at nearly every waking moment. And with that we see where that lead up to. And fun fact, right after the grim bit off Arge's arm and she pushed oscar to the side i'd like to imagine her silver eyes kicking in right around that time due to both losing her parents and in her wanting to protect Oscar from sharing their fate. Sorry if i wrore Oscar ooc

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toooldforfandom-liveblogs · 5 years

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RWBY - After the Fall: Prologue

Obviously, SPOILERS AHEAD. If you haven’t read the book, probably skip this post. This is going to be more of a chapter-by-chapter liveblog than going through each sentence, mainly to preserve my sanity.

What I know: There were some spoilers going around but I think I skipped most of the serious ones. I did read a leaked page that was going around some months ago but I can hardly remember anything about it. So, here’s what I know:

Velvet is the PoV.

Coco is gay.

Fox (I think?) is blind.

They are studying in Vacuo

The cover art is really bad.

Oh, and there’s a character called “Carmine” that looks like Alolan Yang. Other than that I’m completely blind.

Apparently the book is canon (rather than “secondary canon” like the official manga) so my main hope for After the Fall is for it to give us information about things that could influence the show. I doubt it’ll be a game-changer, spinoffs never are, but at least some of it mattering in the long run would be nice.

Okay, without further ado, let’s do this!

Prologue

The main problem about secondary media is that they need to make me care about their main characters and their tribulations even if they are inconsequential for the main story that I actually like. The rational and objective argument against this would be “it should be able to stand on its own and be judged on its own merits” but I can’t claim to be objective.

So, did the prologue manage to sell me on team CFVY with Velvet as the main character? And the answer is: Eh.

It starts with Velvet thinking about how much everything about Vacuo sucks: its animals, its climate, its sand, even its people (more on that later) suck. And she never stops.

It wouldn’t surprise me if the book ends with Velvet learning to love Vacuo or something along those lines if only because of how frequently the prologue insists in telling me how much she hates the place and the circumstances that led her team to Vacuo. Which serves to set a mystery: why Vacuo?

It’s after the first of these ruminations that the prologue reveals its biggest surprise: Remnant has fauna besides dogs and birds! I’ve always complained about how live animals mostly don’t exist in the show so it’s nice that at least they get to be included here, the magic of not having to create 3d models~. They are just one more thing to hate about Vacuo , because they are giant murderous crabs that are trying to eat them, but it’s something.

The reveal of Fox’s semblance is a surprise too but in a “huh, that’s neat” way. I’m not sure I understand how it works though. It’s described as “teamspeak” but only Fox is shown “sending” thoughts. Can he hear the thoughts of his teammates or is it a one-way thing?

“Velvet thumbed through the images stored in the camera, looking for just the right one to help her friends. Professor Port, blunderbuss raised and aimed at a flock of Griffons in Amity Arena. Weiss Schnee, in a rare unguarded moment, with a giant glowing arm and sword hanging from a glyph floating behind her. Green-haired Reese Chloris leaning on her hoverboard after she and the rest of Team ABRN (Auburn) had defeated a Death Stalker.”

Velvet’s weapon is both cool and unpractical. The fight is mostly over when Coco is ambushed by a giant crab and Velvet has to stop to consider which of the weapons is the most appropriate. While Coco is fighting for her life. And then it transitions into a flashback. While Coco is fighting for her life.

But honestly, I don’t mind. The flashback is a lot more interesting that what’s going on.

“The sky was full of the wings and cries of Griffons, terrible flying Grimm monsters that had carried off several classmates and tourists, shattering the peace of the festival”

The fall of Beacon was terrible, the show made it clear, but it’s interesting to read how terrible it was for everyone.

“ In the last hour, they had seen their friend Penny Polendina torn apart by her own weapons. ”

WHY MUST YOU REMIND ME

Anyway, I’m not sure how I feel about the flashback. I love that it uses the bit between Ruby and Weiss leaving the docks and them arriving at the tower; it doesn’t feel as forced as I would have thought. But, I have the niggling thought it shouldn’t have been used so soon, let me learn more about CFVY before using the big guns that are the RWBY team.

It does gives us more characterization for Velvet though so I can’t complain too much. So far her character is: Dislikes sand (you know who else didn’t like sand? can’t wait for Darth Scarlatina) Vacuo and has an enormous desire to prove herself (it doesn’t help that she gets a bit coddled by her team). It’s not much but it should be enough to drive her character through the plot.

“Team RWBY hadn’t returned after the fall of Beacon, and no one knew exactly where Ruby, Weiss, Blake, and Yang were now.”

This is a year after the fall of Beacon so I think CFVY are a bit into the future, maybe a couple of months. Team RWBY has done nothing too noteworthy so far in Atlas.

Moving on, Velvet finally chooses a weapon (from Fox, which makes all the sense in the world because she can take all the pictures she wants from her teammates. Actually, shouldn’t it be always the first choice and summoned ASAP and only afterwards think if the situation requires something else? Hm.) but instead of going to help her friends, she goes help an injured person.

“They’ll be fine for now, and besides, we don’t leave people behind. Not anymore.”

Which… makes sense for a huntress, even if the sentiment is somewhat heavy-handed. Also, is this is a reference to “I May Fall”?

There’s a day when all courage collapses And our friends turn and leave us behind

Because if it is, all is forgiven.

The short fight that follows is… short, but it does its job to sell me that Velvet can fight without blowing through her entire picture album. I hoped her moves would match the one time I have seen Fox fight (in “Breach”) since she’s using his fighting style but it’s mostly jumping around.

And then they meet Slate, who is who I was talking about when I mentioned that Vacuo’s people suck. Every time Vacuo is mentioned in the show it’s accompanied with something about how there are only thieves and scoundrels, that surviving is above everything else. And every time I think “it’s an entire kingdom, how can you know” but I let it go because it could be an in-universe stereotype.

But nope.

“Surviving is what we do here, or don’t,” Slate went on. “We look out for one another, but if it’s down to your life or someone else’s, you choose your own. No hard feelings.”

She’s the first person from Vacuo the book introduces and she’s just like everyone said Vacuans were. Welp. It reminds me of Star Wars and how secondary characters get their characterization through their species and/or planet. A hard place with hard people *yawn*

On the bright side, the encounter allows Coco to show her over the top personality and it’s amazing.

“We’re Shade Academy’s newest star pupils. Team CFVY. I’m Coco, and that’s Fox, Velvet, and Yatsuhashi.” Coco pointed out her teammates.”

“Fortunately, I had this broken wagon,” Slate went on. “I stayed with it and hoped for the best.” “That’s us,” Coco said. “The best have arrived.”

Coco has a strong enough personality that it makes me wish the book was from her PoV. Not that Velvet is not interesting, but she seems to be largely passive, mostly complaining in her own head. It is her start point so I’m hoping she gets better by the end of the novel.

I think the prologue does a good job introducing the characters and the main threads the book will follow: Velvet really dislikes Vacuo, and the second flashback solidifies the idea that something happened that made everyone go to Shade. The way the prologue ends, with Velvet once again asking herself why they had to leave Beacon, makes it clear that it’ll be important through the book.

So, what happened? I don’t have the slightest. They probably desired to continue their education and Fox is from there so that’s a vote for the continent, but did Velvet never complain?

“I don’t know how safe we’ll be,” Slate said. “Something odd’s been going on.” “What do you mean?” Coco asked. “Let’s just say we aren’t one big happy family lately. Not anymore. But there’s time for that later. I’m taking the big one. Looks like she might be carrying egg sacs.” Slate scampered off toward the dead mother crab and then carved out a hefty chunk of meat.”

A hint of a main plot has appeared! There was some already, with CFVY having been sent by Shade to defend a settlement being attacked (by Grimm?), but this looks more personal. Are they going to get involved in Slate’s problems, with Velvet learning to appreciate Vacuo and its people thanks to Slate and maybe also learning how to stand up for herself earning the respect of her teammates (that she always had but she didn’t know)? Eh, probably. But at least it should be fun to read.

Random thoughts

“Fox spoke aloud only when they were in mixed company, or when he really wanted people to listen.” but in the prologue he always uses his power. Even with Slate when talking about the crab meat. It’s like the editor did a Search and Replace of “Fox said” and replaced “said” with “sent”.

Since Velvet’s semblance is “photographic memory”, I thought the flashbacks were part of that, especially considering there are two in a very short amount of time. But, the flashbacks go from third-person limited to a more omniscient point of view so I’m not sure if that theory tracks.

Glynda finally reappears! Poor character, relegated to flashbacks and non-speaking media.

One way to separate fanfiction from official works is that official spinoffs always explains concepts (Aura, Semblances, etc) that should be clear if you have ever watched the show. But who would pick up this book without having watched RWBY?

CFVY has been in Vacuo for more than a year but Velvet’s character reads like she’s suffering from culture shock. It’s like Myers wrote the character and only afterwards decided how long they had been there.

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Day 1, Found Family - New Traditions

The Gang start a new Festive tradition filled with love, laughter, music, food & fun.

Day 2, Distance - Say I Love You When You’re Not Listening

Baz reflects on the events of Wayward Son, and the hopelessness he feels. "A trip to try and save him - To save us. A last ditch effort to put some of the sunshine back in to his soul. Rammed together in economy, the press of his knee firm against mine, but his mind miles away. His eyes ever averted. Touching yet so far apart. I just wish I knew where I went wrong."

Day 3, Retellings - Changing History

The Mage's publicized documents reveal a myriad of painful truths about the loss of Natasha Grimm-Pitch and the origins of Simon Snow.

Day 4, Side Characters - Thawing Of A Heart

Malcolm & Daphne. “I’d always known that I would remarry eventually. It was my duty for the good of the family. Basil needed a mother. And I needed … someone. It was a simple, logical decision - To find a woman of good breeding, and give her the Grimm name. To carry on. But, through all my planning and preparation, I had never anticipated that I would fall in love. Never anticipated her."

Day 5, Sleepless - Tonight He Is Mine

"I can’t sleep. I can never sleep these days, not how I want to anyway - It's always either that I’m knocked out for 15 hours, waking up disoriented and heavy, or that I can barely catch a moment's rest. But today is different. My body is tired, and my mind is too. If I let myself, I’d be gone. But I won’t. I can’t. Tonight is my last night with Baz, and I don’t want to miss a minute of it."

Day 6, WLW - To Her, I Taste Of Nothing At All

Fiona & Ebb. "But then, before I even knew what was happening, she was kissing me back. And Crowley, I swear I melted. She tasted of cigarette smoke and spiced rum - Like fire personified."

Day 7, Animal(s) - Family Dog

My interpretation of ‘I was a 15-year-old closet case whose parents pretended they didn’t notice when the family dog disappeared’. “A shallow grave. So much less than she deserves. But … I can’t breathe. I can’t even think. I’m running on autopilot and adrenaline alone. Everything is just - I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know how I got here. I'm losing control. I can't - I can't even look at her. She's still wrapped in my sheets. I can see her bleeding. I still want it. I still want more."

Day 8, Rain - From Across The Courtyard

"When I first met him, it was hammering it down. I was rushing to the main door in a desperate attempt to rescue my suede shoes, umbrella snagging against the wind, when I heard it - An impolite 'Oi! Are you new?'"

Day 9, Kids/Childhood - At The Top Of A Tower

Simon reflects on the few happy memories he made with Baz at Watford.

Day 10, Crossover - I’ll Give You The Stars

A loose crossover between Carry On and parts of I'll Give You The Sun. “He’s haloed under the streetlights, and I’m trying not to stare. But, it’s hard. His face is celestial - The sunshine of his soul peeking through his features. I want to say more, just so that he doesn’t leave. Our houses are right there but, I feel so ... multicoloured."

Day 11, Fluff - Keeping Warm

Simon & Baz spend a tentative first night together after the events of the forest fire. “He’s sighing against me, and sliding a hand up towards to my neck to hold me closer against him, and - Fuck. He’s freezing. I jolt backwards without meaning to. Staring down at him in awe - His pupils blown wide, and a faint (But definitely present) blush spread across his cheeks."

Day 12, Wings - The Guests Can Wait

"Weddings are even more exhausting than I had imagined. What with the panicked last minute search for Simon’s vows (Which ended up being in the mini-fridge of all places), and having to parade ourselves around all of our well-wishing friends and family. All I want to do was get him alone. To tell him, without the presence of a hundred witnesses, how much he means to me - How much the fact that we’re here, together, after everything, means to me."

Day 13, Below the Surface - Below The Surface

"Las Vegas is a sham of a city. Outside it’s all bright lights and glitzy shows - Normal magicians and celebrity chefs. But, beneath its shiny exterior, it’s nothing more than a grim desert, filled with counterfeit culture, and people burning through money they don’t really have. The Katherine is no exception."

Day 14, Constellation(s) - Mirror, Mirror

Simon struggles with his body image Post-Carry On. “Sometimes I just … get so mad at them (At myself, really). I wish that they’d just grow up and tell me like it is. Tell me how much I’ve disappointed them. Tell me that they no longer want me."

Day 15, Hurt/Comfort - First Aid

Simon cares for Baz's Buckshot wounds. Less angsty re-write of the scene in Wayward Son. “I glare at him - At his blackened under eyes, and matted hair. The slight hunch of his back. It does hurt. I know it does. Liar. I move my face closer to his, and breathe in his air. I want to hug him. To kiss him. To cheer him up, somehow. Make him better. But I can’t. I don’t know how. So, instead I step away. My hands dropping limply, to my sides."

Day 16, Meme/Crack - Baby, You Can Pick Me Up Any Day

Oovoo Javer? Oovoo Javer. AKA: Baz is Simon's slightly dickhead-ish Uber driver. “I kept trying to talk to him - Asking about his night, and whether he always listens to Classical music, or if it was just for show - but he ignored me. Staring unamusedly at me in the mirror, eyebrow raised and lips tilted downwards. He got 2 stars for that trip."

Day 17, Blanket Fort - Torch The Night-Filled Fort

Baz surprises Simon with a living room blanket fort transformation. “I turn to him, beaming. ‘Baz, what? What is this?’ He hums against me. ‘Blanket fort. You’re terribly inobservant, Snow.’ ‘Yeah, but … I mean, why?’ ‘Well, it’s been a year now since we left for America, and we’ve come a long way since then. Thought it was worth celebrating,’ he confesses, smiling shyly down at the floor.”

Day 18, Side Ships - You Got A Boyfriend?

Shepard & Penny. Shepard asks Penny a very important question (Well, in his mind, anyway).

Day 19, Misunderstanding - Wrong Bottle, Moron

Simon makes a VERY stupid mistake while showering. Cue, Baz coming to his rescue.

Day 20, Technology - Screenless

Baz and Simon have been chatting online for a year. It's finally time to meet IRL and take their relationship into HD reality.

Day 21, Warmth - Out In The Cold

Fangirl era. Simon and Baz get stuck in a snowstorm, and have to find a way to stay warm.

Day 22, Unlikely Friends - You’re My Bro

Shepard comes over to hang out with his bro ... Baz?

Day 23, Cooking/Baking - What’s Cookin’ Good Lookin’?

Simon is making dinner. Baz is soft.

Day 24, Song - He Made It Easy, Darlin’

Simon & Baz struggle with trying to take the next step in their relationship. Inspired by Easy by Troye Sivan

Day 25, Parallel Universe - Parallelt Univers

Simon and Baz spend the day recovering in bed, after their first kiss. Inspired by the 'Parallel Universes' talk from Skam.

Day 26, Break - I Think We Should Break Up

Simon is trying to do what's right for Baz. Baz disagrees.

Day 27, Snowstorm - Searching In The Snow

Simon has lost his cat. So the only obvious choice is to hammer on his neighbour's door at 2AM ... And Baz is not impressed.

Day 28, Party - Festivities, Food, and Family. Chapter 1

"I’m over the bloody moon. After everything that happened after we left Watford, I wasn’t sure that I’d ever get to see this Snow - a truly joyful Snow - again. And it broke my heart. Yet, here we are, spending our fifth anniversary together, surrounded by friends and family in our own little London flat."

Day 29, Secret Santa/Gift Giving - Festivities, Food, and Family. Chapter 2

Day 30, Any Way the Wind Blows - Worst Road Trip ... Ever!

Shepard is NOT enjoying his trip back to England with the Gang. "I feel like a kid again, sat in the back of my mothers pick-up, hyped up on sugar, but belted down to the seat. Unable to run. Constantly being shushed."

Also huge thanks and praise goes to everyone involved in running the @carryon-countdown Countdown this year!!! I really enjoyed taking part :)

#carry on #snowbaz #simon snow #my writing #wayward son #my fic #carry on countdown #coc 2020 #baz pitch #co/ws

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