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green-eyedfirework · 4 days

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Slade isn’t expecting visitors today, so he’s annoyed that the sound of footsteps interrupts his book. The curtains are drawn wide to let in the sunlight, and he doesn’t bother getting off the chair. As one of Talia’s best gladiators, he can get away with a lot more than anyone else. He’s earned enough to buy his freedom ten times over, and Talia knows that the only reason he’s here is because he wants to be here.

It’s in her best interests to keep him sweet. A lesson Ra’s never learned.

“Slade,” she calls out before she fully steps into view, wearing a low-cut dress typical of high class fashion and yet bristling with knives, “I’ve brought a gift.”

“I wasn’t aware I was expecting one,” Slade says, still in his seat. There are two guards with her in addition to her personal shadow, and they’re holding someone upright between them.

“This was one a long time in waiting,” Talia smiles, and beckons the guards forward. It takes a long time to recognize the stumbling figure between them—clad in the typical revealing silks of a bedslave, bandages wound around their torso and half across their face, ruffling dark hair. Their head is bowed, golden cuffs around their wrists, but it isn’t until Slade spots the blue brooch clipping the silks to the unassuming black collar that he realizes who this is.

Nightwing. Richard Grayson. Up until recently, one of the Arena’s favorite gladiators. And the man that killed Slade’s son.

He doesn’t realize he’s on his feet until Talia’s smile widens. He ignores her, and stares at Grayson. The man is gaunt where he was once gleaming, a golden young gladiator now gray and exhausted and faintly trembling. The outline of his collarbones is starkly visible, as are the dark shadows around his visible eye. Grayson lifts his head to meet Slade’s gaze, expression cool and blank, and there’s no fire in that startlingly blue eye.

He looks like someone walking to their executioner.

“And what’s the gift?” Slade asks sharply. He heard of Grayson’s loss weeks ago, a startling upset with one of Talia’s young gladiators, and the Arena had voted to spare him. He assumed that Talia would’ve used Grayson in one of the games she was always playing to catch Lord Wayne’s attention, not bring him here.

To the first person in the country who wanted to tear him apart.

Talia smiles, and gestures to Grayson. There’s a flicker of something in Grayson’s eye that fades to blankness. It isn’t quite resignation or quiet placidity. It’s a mask, and Slade’s itching to tear it off his face.

“He’s yours,” she says. For what? For a night, a day, a week, a fuck, a beating, a—“to do with whatever you wish. Keep him or kill him, I do not care. His fate is yours.”

Slade blinks. This time, the fracture across Grayson’s mask spreads wider before it’s suppressed. Before Slade can fully understand what’s going on, his cell door is opened and Grayson is none-too-gently shoved inside.

“Have fun,” Talia laughs, smirking at Grayson before she walks away, “Goodbye, Richard.”

Grayson doesn’t say a word. Soon, the guards and Talia are beyond hearing, and the heavy weight of the silence is the only thing there. Silence, and Slade staring at the single person he’s wanted to tear apart for years.

He takes a step forward. Grayson presses back against the bars, clearly trembling now, expression fighting to be blank but panic too hard to fully conceal. He’s trapped in a corner and there’s nowhere to go and Slade stalks forward with all the time in the world.

“Nothing to say?” Slade asks, because he’s been waiting for this moment for so long, stoking the fires of his vengeance year after year, waiting for Wayne to finally buckle and schedule a fight between them, and in his dreams, Nightwing turns to Icarus, the boy that flew too close to the sun. And Nightwing dies, red spilling across the sands.

Now it looks like the wax wings burned on the way off but didn’t manage to take him with it, and Grayson’s thinner than he usually is, lost muscle and new scars and no matter how fiercely he tries to manage his expression, there’s a brightness he can’t quite mimic.

“Is there anything to say?” Grayson asks, voice hoarse, “You’re going to kill me. I don’t have a speech for pretty last words.” Defiant but weary.

This is a pale imitation of the golden, gleaming young gladiator that raised bloody dual swords to the roar of an Arena, triumphant over his son’s corpse, and frustration abruptly washes over Slade.

“Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself?” Slade growls, and he’s close enough to wrap a hand around Grayson’s throat and yank him away from the bars. “Do you really think that I’ve been dreaming of killing you for years only to give you the mercy of a quick death?”

Grayson does attempt to defend himself, long-ingrained fighting instincts unable to let him truly surrender, no matter how much resignation he feigns, but Slade flings him at the floor to avoid the retaliatory swipe.

That Grayson falls is the first surprise. The man has preternatural grace. Slade quickly calculates that the bandages across his right eye are the culprit, as are whatever injuries he’s hiding, but the thought is pushed aside when Grayson hits the ground.

Because he screams, actually, open-mouthed, screams, voice cracking in a way that indicates precisely why it’s so hoarse, and immediately rolls over to curl up on his side, gasping and shaking and nearly clawing at the floor.

That isn’t a minor injury. That is—

Slade’s not an idiot, not a mindless brute tearing people apart because he knows nothing else, no matter how much the impression suits him. He used to be in the military, used to command, used to strategize, and he’s spent years watching lords and ladies play their games.

It’s a fact that Grayson displeased Talia in some way, she would’ve given him back to Wayne otherwise. Dropping him in Slade’s lap means Grayson’s only coming out of the cell as a bloody ruin. So Talia got her money’s worth, sold Grayson to everyone that’s wanted a piece of the charming young gladiator, until—until someone damaged him so badly that Talia wouldn’t even try putting him back together.

Slade grabs that ridiculous brooch and uses it to lift Grayson off the floor. Grayson’s struggles are weak, and they cut out with a choked sound when Slade drops him on the bed. Slade finds the nearest knife.

Grayson sees the light glinting off the blade, reflected in his too-wide blue eye, and squeezes that eye shut. Stops breathing too.

Slade carefully slides the knife under the bandages and slices them all free.

The outer layer comes unwrapped easily, the cloth wrapped around Grayson’s head to keep it in place. The second layer is more packed together, but comes undone with a few more cuts. It’s the third layer that’s plastered to Grayson’s skin, and Grayson starts making those quiet sounds again, as if he’s trying not to shout.

It comes off, tugging at every inch of Grayson’s skin, to reveal a brilliantly red slash extending from just below Grayson’s right cheekbone to disappear into his hairline. In its path lies an empty eye socket.

One visible blue eye stares at him, glimmering and wide.

When Slade places the knife right under it, he gets the first true glimpse of terror.

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Grayson is sitting on the edge of the bed by the time Slade steps through the curtain, a book in one hand but clearly alert. Aware of how long gladiatorial training takes, aware that Slade is back too soon, wary and—

His entire face brightens when their visitor steps past Slade. Any thought Slade had of keeping himself between the two is thrown out the window when Grayson pushes himself upright and nearly throws himself at Hood with a cry of “Jaybird!”

Hood catches him and clutches him close, spilling a long string of half-choked apologies, and now Slade’s curiosity is burning. Hood is murmuring “sorry,” over and over and over again, and Grayson is shushing him, and there’s a familiarity there that Slade hadn’t expected. Sure, he knows that Hood was trained alongside Grayson, before he went out to a match he wasn’t prepared for and became Talia’s, but Hood’s bitterness for his former master and all Wayne’s gladiators is fairly well known.

Until now.

“It’s okay,” Grayson finally says loudly, squeezing Hood tightly in a hug, “It’s okay, Jay, it’s not your fault, and I’m fine, I’m okay.”

Well, that was a lie. Hood clearly knows it as well because he disentangles enough to look Grayson in the face—and blanches. “What happened?” he says quietly, cupping the side of Grayson’s face that’s still bandaged, “Your face—your eye—” Quick as a flash, Hood turns on Slade with a snarl, “What did you do to him, you bastard—”

“Jason, stop!” Grayson gets between them, his back to Slade, holding Hood’s shoulders, “Slade didn’t do anything to me, calm down.”

The light in Hood’s eyes is a little less manic when his gaze drops to Grayson. “If it wasn’t him, then who?” Hood snaps. Grayson doesn’t immediately answer. “Dick.”

Slade crosses his arms and waits. Grayson didn’t tell him the full story, but it’s easy—“Sionis,” Grayson exhales.

Enough to guess.

Hood’s face runs a full gamut of emotions in half a minute. “Talia’s blacklisted Roman,” Hood says slowly, “That because of you?”

Grayson makes a weak smile and shrugs, “Difficult to do business with a man that insists on destroying your things.”

“Fucking hell, Dick,” Hood curses roundly, “Why the fuck—you can’t—stop trying to save me!”

The last one comes out as a shout, and far too loud. Grayson’s pressed his lips in a thin line, Hood’s eyes are flickering, and the silence is heavy and tense.

Both of them flick a glance towards Slade. “Don’t stop on my account,” he says mildly, “This is the most entertainment I’ve gotten all month.”

“Can we get a moment?” Hood asks, on the verge of rudeness.

“You paid for a visit,” Slade points out, “Not privacy.”

Grayson steps smoothly in front before Hood can retort, and asks quietly, “Can we purchase privacy then?”

Slade flicks a glance at Hood, who’s nearly vibrating in place, and Grayson, tense and desperate, and the way their hands are locked together, firm and tight. He pushes off the wall and heads for the curtain, “Fine.”

“How much?” Hood calls out.

Slade smirks before he lets the curtain close behind him, “You get to find out.”

He ends up waiting outside the cell, absently sharpening a knife, hearing a low murmur too quiet to make out distinct words. At one point, Hood’s voice rises into a tirade about Grayson’s intelligence and common sense, but it’s quickly hushed. It’s close to the half hour when Hood comes stomping out.

“Well?” Hood crosses his arms, “What’s the price?”

Slade arches an eyebrow, “You’re not the one who has to pay.”

For a moment, he thinks Hood’s going to punch him. The younger gladiator squeezes his hands into fists and his glare is vicious enough to set something on fire. “If you hurt him—”

“What, Hood?” Slade cuts him off, “What will you do? You can’t stop me, and Talia won’t stop me, so explain to me how exactly you propose to protect him?” Hood is vibrating in place, a murderous statue. “If you threaten me again, I won’t be so obliging to the next deal you want to make.”

The paleness is from fury and fear both, and Hood keeps his mouth shut as he roughly stomps past Slade. Slade watches him go until his footsteps stop sounding, and then heads back inside.

Grayson is waiting for him, again sitting on the bed, hands crossed in his lap, gaze fixed on Slade. “What is the price?” he asks quietly. Evenly, for all that he’s tense and clearly scared.

“Answer some questions,” Slade says, taking the chair, “Honestly.”

Grayson looks suspicious. “What questions?”

“What did Hood mean when he told you to stop trying to save him?”

Grayson purses his lips but deflates, leaning back, clearly resigned. “It’s not really a secret,” he sighs, “I threw the match.”

It takes a second for Slade to comprehend. “You threw it,” he repeats, “You threw the match.”

Grayson shoots him a half-irritated look, “I wasn’t going to kill Jay.” Something crosses over his face, a flicker of the death that still hangs between them, the dead boy that Slade wants to avenge. “And I—I knew they wouldn’t vote for my death,” Grayson says quietly, “Jay—I couldn’t take that risk.”

On the surface of it, it makes sense—Grayson’s made a name for himself, been pretty and charming at every sponsor that flits his way, there’s no way they’d let him die without extracting their pound of flesh.

“And Sionis?” Slade asks.

At this, Grayson’s face twists. His gaze drops, and Slade doesn’t know if he’s doing it consciously, but his hair drifts over the bandages, as if to conceal it. “Sionis—has his preferences.”

“And Talia whores out the gladiators that aren’t doing well.”

Grayson’s expression twists further. “Unless she had reason to doubt his self-restraint,” he says quietly, and Slade can see it. Can see Grayson provoking Sionis until the man lashed out with a wound too egregious to ignore. Lashings, brutality, blood and pain? Fine, when it could all be concealed under shifting silks, and everyone wanted scars on a gladiator.

But a missing eye on one of the Arena’s prettiest warriors? No, even Talia al Ghul, with all her animosity, couldn’t ignore that that was a step too far.

“Regardless of whether or not it worked, you had to know she would kill you for it,” Slade says.

Grayson doesn’t look him in the eye when he responds, “Talia was clear on my eventual fate from the very first day.”

Slade blinks. With that interesting piece of information, Grayson shifts up the bed, until he can lean against the wall, and cracks open his book. He doesn’t say anything else.

#my snippets #sladick #gladiator au #mutilation #prisoner

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chansaw · 1 year

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on red and blue symbolism in heathers: an essay

i read one of those buzzfeed listicles the other day that was like “crazy fun facts and secrets about your favorite 80s movies!” and one of the first fun facts was “did you know that in heathers, every character is associated with a color?” that’s not a fun fact. it’s not even a secret. heathers is a lot of things but one thing it’s not is subtle. heathers practically beats the viewer over the head with color symbolism but in this essay, i would particularly like to draw attention to the colors red and blue and their significance in heathers’ narrative.

a short preface: when possible, i cite stills sourced from the movie itself. some images, however, are served better by the gif format, so whenever i post a gif i will also cite the tumblr user who made it. if your gifs are used in this post and you would like me to remove them, please let me know.

okay, with that out of the way, let's start at the beginning (naturally). below is the title card. right away, the cinematographers inundate the viewer with red, informing the viewer that red (and whoever wears it) will be significant to the narrative.

red represents the social order and the natural hierarchy of predators and prey at westerburg. red is omnipresent throughout the production design of the school's campus.

by assuming the color of the school itself, heather chandler assumes control of the school. and when she drags veronica along to the remington party to help boost their reputation, the whole dorm is bathed in red light.

when we first meet veronica, she's wearing gray and black, with only occasional pops of blue (the brooch in the outfit above, her croquet mallet, etc) but as veronica's discomfort and unease begins to grow, something interesting begins to happen!

blue light slowly begins to creep into the frame, and once veronica has finally had enough of brad's bullshit, it becomes even more prominent. just as red represents control of the social hierarchy, blue symbolizes discontent and rejection of the social order.

(gif by @/fireairshadow)

meanwhile, heather chandler isn't having a great time at the party either. this scene is the only time in the film we see heather chandler completely alone, in a moment of vulnerability and self loathing, and she's surrounded by the color blue.

(gif by @/tibby ily tibby)

and then all hell breaks loose. i honestly dont think one image or gif alone can do this scene justice so im linking to tibby's (beautifully colored) gifset of the scene.

note how as veronica declares war ("lick it up, baby!"), red and blue lights flicker across her face. and as heather promises to ruin veronica in turn, the red light casts heather's face in shadow and overpowers the blue.

of course, heather never gets the chance to make good on this promise because veronica and jd kill her. and that may have been a mistake, but the color of their poison is quite deliberate.

(gif by @/nowadayz)

and right before she dies, she takes off her red scrunchie - conceding her control.

of course, heather's death doesn't mean her exit from the narrative. red lingers throughout the rest of the film. but guess what color veronica wears to the funeral?

tumblr is a little bitch and i dont have the time or energy to expound upon the rest of my argument at the moment. it's probably been examined and analyzed in greater detail by people smarter and far more eloquent than me. but i'll conclude with veronica's reclamation of the red scrunchie at the end of the film. you could choose to interpret this as veronica conceding to the hierarchy even after all she's been through, but i choose to interpret it as a bitter compromise.

(gif by @/nowadayz)

and so it ends the way it begins.

anyways all this to say vote for chansaw in the @redandbluebracket tomorrow or i'll kill you.

ETA: a note to anyone who came to my blog from this post - hi! you don’t have to like chansaw romantically/as a ship. im not expecting to proselytize and convert people en masse (although if you HAVE been converted, welcome). even without the shipping element, i believe that veronica and hc’s dynamic as character foils is the backbone of the narrative, which is why i genuinely think they deserve to win the red and blue bracket. vote here. my name is heather chansaw and i approve this message.

#i have a fucking migraine

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juleszzz · 9 months

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Hey hey hey hello, I come bearing a rizzy hippo propaganda to convince you to vote for No Crime Only Brooches by my dear friend @olliethescribe for the @tmntausummit

It’ll make Hypno and the other guy very happy, thank you 🙏

#my art #tmnt au summit #No Crime Only Brooches #Hypnopotamus

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genderfluid-envy · 2 months

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I've already sent asks to a bunch of people, but if anyone else wants to get Jennika, Venus and Donnie asking you to join their DnD group in their inbox, interact with this? You don't have to be in the competition yourself for this (don't need to know anything about DnD either, aside from it being a tabletop rpg)

(Also, go vote for the Shen and the League of Lesbians and No Crime Only Brooches teamup in the polls! If we win, there's gonna be more to the DnD thing 👀)

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rainyraisin · 9 months

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Hi! I’m the creator of No Crime Only Brooches - wanna go for a tie? I think your iteration is really lovely and I would love for us to both advance 🫶

Hope you have a lovely day!

(And here are my boys! This piece was commissioned from my fiancé @wispy-ispy 💕)

Ahhhh omigosh ofc!!! The concept of a Hypno and Warren cloaking broach au is gen so so cute!!! And the fact that Hypno mentors Leo in magic jgcvjgxkbgcv AHHHHHH I LOVE IT‼️‼️‼️💖💖💖🫶🫶🫶🫶

No crime only broaches is a little bit behind Reticent so please go vote for it if you haven't voted on the poll already!! It doesn't need to be a perfect 50/50 ofc, I think within 2% is fine, but NCOB still needs that little push to get within that threshold!!! You can go vote on the poll here!!

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nestasgalpal · 1 year

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Not even his Ch. 6

Nesta’s Galpal Masterlist | A03

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Tagging:@zoyaslai @champanheandluxxury @pataytayo @nessiantrashh @dustjacketmusings @saltydreamcollector @generalpeachyboots @generalnesta @simpingfornestaarcheron @arinbelle @a-court-of-valkyries @azrielsgirl @swoopingoccamy @vasudharaghavan @vidalinav @sv0430 @nessianforlife @claralady @sayosdreams @malluzia @dealfea @kylosmomm @torvifox

As the Council left the hall, Cassian gave a last look around. Azriel gave him a silent apology and waited for him and Rhys at the door.

"Let's go to my chambers. I need a second breakfast, this time with some wine." Rhys suggested. "It's been a while, Cass." The Illyrian prince patted his shoulder, and Cassian returned the friendly gesture. "A rough start, but things will start to go smoothly soon." He and Az shared a look. "Trust me."

In their walk, the Captain of the city guard tried to explain himself. "We all have interests of our own to look after, you know that better than any of us."

Cassian wasn't hurt, and he tried to explain that to Azriel. Only surprised, for his friend hadn't voiced his worries to him beforehand. "Just warn me next time, will you?"

With a half smile, Az stopped his walk and extended his hand to him. "Sure. I'll be more talkative when I consider the information to be worth your time." Cassian shook his friend's hand, sealing what he could only guess was an alliance. His first official one in the castle. "Game on."

The three of them separated somewhere in the infinite hallways between the Council room and the Prince's. Cassian trusted them as friends, of course. They had gone through so much together, Cassian would put his very own life in the line for them. But after this first encounter where all three of them made their points of view clear as people in power, he didn't deem it wise to leave his papers within their reach.

The General knew he had made the right call when Azriel followed suit, suggesting they all met at Rhysand's chambers in half an hour.

"I need to set some points for the guards before the next shift starts." He explained, not caring if Rhys and Cassian himself smelled the half-truth or not. Which they did.

Rhys sighed with exasperation. "Sure, both of you. Go plot your little shenanigans and meet me there."

They left him there, since both the Captain and the General's rooms were in the same direction. On their way, his friend told him a little about the Lords and Ladies, and about their superficial scheming. They liked to feel smart by trying to betray each other in the Council meetings just for the sake of it. For fun. They rarely cared enough to actually block important decisions in a vote, though. They had mastered an art of their own creation, which consisted on taking regular gossip, and worsening it. Nothing to worry about.

Minutes later, as the General walked alone the final stretch to his rooms, he understood what Azriel meant.

A guard that should have been... well, guarding a door, was instead peaking his head through an open slit. He wore the silver brooch of the Crown's personal guard, so Cassian made sure to silence his steps, make himself invisible to the traitor. A few more strides, and Cassian could identify the victims of the spying.

"Never lie to me like that again."

He would recognize that whispered scream anywhere, but specially so close now to the half-closed door.

"It wasn't my intention, my dear. I didn't have time to warn you. But I can explain."

He made sure his last two steps were audible. As if struck by lightning, the guard straightened his posture and became paralyzed when he realized who had caught him in the act. Putting his strong arm around the man, Cassian took the knob, his hazel eyes never leaving the guard's, and closed the wooden door with a slam

"You better." Her voice at the other side of the wall had a threatening edge, but she didn't sound worried, only angry at her husband, as her words were finally muted and the conversation between Lord Balthasar and the Princess became truly private.

"Name." He demanded.

The man didn't try to fight his authority. He gave him both his name, and then his rank, when Cassian asked. He had been assigned the task of guarding the Lord since his arrival, had been in the position for less than two weeks. Cassian would speak to Azriel directly to make sure he never stepped into the castle again.

As the Queen's pupil, Rhysand's chambers were filled with every luxury a Prince's room would have. The balcony had one of the most beautiful views one could get in the castle. Lush and green, the foliage of the King's forest called for attention in the horizon, in between the mountains.

The sun was bright up in the sky, not a cloud in sight. And somewhere in the gardens, a skilled flutist played loud enough that the melody could be heard from their seats outside.

"Maybe we are cursed." He was saying to them. "Something must have happened twenty years ago in Illyria, and that's why we are all fucked."

Azriel grinned and ate some grapes. "We are fuck-less, which is the whole problem."

"Are we, though?" Cassian asked. "Or is it just me? Because with Nesta's wedding and all the celebrations, Rhys got to see Princess Feyre. Therefore, he's good, though at my expenses." His friend didn't even try to contain his satisfied expression. He was leaning back in his chair. "And I don't know what you have going on with Nesta's maiden, but I sense that I'm the only one in a position to complain right now."

At that, Rhysand sat straight, an eyebrow arched. "Wait, Emerie?"

Cassian hushed him. Although in his chambers, they were still in the open. If the music could be heard from up there, their gossiping could certainly be heard from the gardens, if they weren't careful enough. And Cassian now knew that not even the highest-ranked people ─specially not the highest-ranked people─ were safe from intrusive ears.

"Not Emerie." Azriel answered. "Nor the other one." He added before a very smiley Rhysand could push it further. "Cassian has just arrived to the castle and doesn't know what's going on after so long."

"It feels like it, that's for sure." He finished his glass of water. No alcohol for him until he finished the job at the end of the week. "Do you think it's possible that Nesta and him have bonded already?"

The way Lord Balthazar addressed her and how little offended Nesta had been at that still clouded his thoughts. Despite having been the one forcing himself out of their marital fight, he would sell every possession to know what those two had going on. If she was okay. If she was safe at all.

Rhysand rolled his eyes at him with absolutely no discretion. "Do you think it's possible for you to not mention her for five minutes?"

It was Azriel who came to his defense. Apparently he still had it in himself to have his back. "Oh, shut up, Rhys. I have been putting up with the same shit from you, whining about Feyre for years."

For the wedding that, by all accounts, everyone but Nesta and him knew would take place, Princess Feyre had come back home, along with Rhysand's mother and little sister. Cassian knew it was hard for them as well. Each living in the other's court, meeting on counted occasions, all spread through the year. Cassian knew the yearning, the longing, they experienced was bigger with each season that passed by, yet their future together was almost guaranteed.

One day, the Illyrian prince and the youngest princess from the Archeron family would be wed, finally sealing the alliance between kingdoms and formalizing the truce born 20 years ago.

For Azriel and him, that alliance had meant a chance at survival. It had been a lifeline, tended to them and a few more. The reason was unknown, but Cassian and his brother had taken it and refused to let go. They knew people like them hardly ever got an opportunity like the one they had been given by the Illyrian Queen, and had promised to each other they would take it and succeed. Against all odds, the two bastards would exceed everyone's expectations.

It had been a long journey that was far from over, but they all had come so far, it was sweet to look back and remember where they came from.

"Tell me about Emerie. How is she?" His thoughts inevitably led him to her.

His two friends shared a glance, deciding who would be the one breaking some sort of devastating news to him. But what he heard was far from devastating. She seemed to be doing great.

"It took her a while to find her place, but she's been Nesta's maid for a few years now." Rhys explained. "She went back to Illyria for a while when Nesta left for Kyrlan Fort. But she's back, and as far as I know, she is truly happy here."

Cassian couldn't hold his relief at the words. That girl had gone through so much even before she was capable of processing the atrocities she witnessed, happiness felt short for what she deserved.

"Do her and Nesta get along well?"

"Oh Gods, here we go..." Rhys sip his wine and made his exasperation clear at the mention of a certain woman.

"You should go find her and ask her yourself." Azriel suggested at the same time.

Cassian ignored the first and shook his head at the latter, not too convinced. So many years had passed since the last time they had talked. "She probably doesn't even remember me."

Another glare at each other.

Azriel gave him a half smile, but Cassian noticed the corner of his lips tugging his smile wider. The guard resisted them, though, and that grin was all he got from his friend. "Who knows, maybe you should give it a try."

#not even his #nesta #nesta archeron #nesta acotar #cassian #cassian acotar #nesta x cassian #cassian x nesta #nessian fic #nessian fanfic #nessian fanfiction

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sofiasfanartcollection · 2 months

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Quick little sketches for @olliethescribe ’s Only Brooches au!

(sketches inspired by what’s been going on in the tmnt au competition)

The chance to vote is almost up—go vote for No Crime Only Brooches!!!

#vote for only brooches please #go support my friend!#<3 #it’s such a beautiful story #sofia’s art #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt au competition #rottmnt au #rise hypno #hypno potamus #mezmer ron #rise leo #rise warren #warren stone #hugs #I will forever love ron/hypno being an uncle or parental figure to the turtles #warren is collecting so many treats— honey and muffins etc

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olliethescribe · 1 year

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god damn it - well, it’s now an internal debate made external - we’ve hit that point in the writer’s spiral

#polls #rottmnt #hypno potamus #hypnopotamus #vote #its for science #please reblog this if you vote #no crime only brooches au #rise of the tmnt

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piromina · 2 months

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WIP Reblog Game

I saw this going around and thought it might be fun soo...

List the titles of your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends!

WIP TITLES (only one of these is actually up tbh...)

a breach in the brooch – So this one is an AU idea I have had in my head for...longer than I care to admit, but basically, Adrien has been in on his father's plan to become Hawkmoth since he first came up with it. Now, on the day of the Stoneheart attack, Adrien is questioning why he went along with his father's plans so easily. I mean, becoming a supervillain isn't exactly a healthy way of grieving. And so, when he finds the cat miraculous in his room, he decides to become a superhero despite living under the same roof as his enemy.

to defy a reality – AU where when the sentikids were created, because of the broken miraculous, it accidentally gave them all magical powers, dubbing the three of them "superhumans." Unfortunately, the Order of the Guardians (which Marinette and Nino are part of) is dead set on finding and killing any known superhumans. VERY Feligami, Adrienette, and DJWifi centric.

penumbra – Sometimes I think about how Master Fu was a holder of the peacock miraculous once. Sometimes I think about how Félix has the peacock miraculous. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if the two of them ever met.

identity theft – Everyone thinks Hawkmoth and Shadowmoth are two different people. Chat Noir thinks Shadowmoth killed Hawkmoth and took his miraculous. Ladybug thinks Hawkmoth actually gambles and lost a bet to Shadowmoth, and ended up handing over the miraculous.

nonexistent happiness (the name will probably change) – Gimmi is the kwami of reality, right? But everyone knows reality is just a web of lies. So when Gimmi creates a new universe, and rewrites reality, they're really making a universe that doesn't really exist. And a nonexistent universe will have to fall apart eventually...

UPCOMING

I've written most of the fic except the last two chapters, where things get very...interesting, you'll see. Not to spoil too much, but there's a really big fight scene I look forward to getting to.

There is something VERY big happening in chapter sixteen, but I really don't want to spoil it. Yes you heard me right this fic will have more than sixteen chapters. I think the very most information I can give you about it is that it's...quite a revealing conversation Master Fu has.

I'm looking forward to Master Fu's perspective on this one, I've never written that before so that should be exciting.

Félix comes in at one point. Need I say more.

The part where the universe just kinda....dies..........I mean YES thats the premise of the whole fic and should happen pretty early on but for some reason im not there yet. ANYWAYS

And for the tags....I think everyone I know has been tagged already so. if you want to do this you can just say I tagged you or something I dont know

#tag game #my writitng

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mutiniau · 2 months

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oH WOW! I checked ao3 this morning and we jumped to 81 hits! This fic was at like 16 when we entered the tmntau comp! We may not have made it past the prelims but I wanna thank everyone who voted for us! Seriously 91 people? That's genuinely wild! I appreciate every single one of you- I'm happy to have competed too, I'm gonna use this time to say keep voting for @olliethescribes No Crime, Only Brooches AU in the main bracket!

As promised, I'll doodle up some designs for Mutinis and drop em early- Good luck to everyone in the main bracket! :D

#mod rambles

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werspinna · 8 months

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Does wolf have any kinks? What are some of her turn ons?

Wolf is obviously not someone without kinks, but she also has not the words to properly describe what she likes and what she does not like. She likes to be a switch, even if she very much avoids beeing dominant because she is terrified of holding too hard to a partner and hurt them. She also is a little into Voyeurism in the manner that she like to watch her partner touch themselfs or tell her about their sexual stories, although the latter is probably only part of her dirty humor. In this manner she also enjoys a very good tease, especially if they are done in public and only noticeable for her. Some coy questions and witty hints in a normal conversation that would only be picked up by her, humorous innuendos, whispered plans of what one wnats to do with her when they are alone. Wolf does not like to be touched without her consent (especially when she is grabbed more roughly without former warning) so she is very focused on what she can see her partner doing and what they are using their words for. For the things she does not like: She is easily made uncomfortable and not attracted to very big, muscular, angry and commanding men for the obvious reason that that description fits Leo and Wolf does not like to be remainded of the person that had been her slaveowner for years. In fact its this kind of person she will actively go against like in an instinct. Be openly brutal, loud or easily irritated and you will notonly make Wolf get stubborn and snarky but very easily might end up with a dane-axe by your throat now that Wolf knows that she is very likely stronger than anyone around her and has the chance to protect people in which palce she had been once. There are reasons beside her upbringing and social Community (free republic tadingcity that is Pisa, living in a convent as a tightly knitted community with no social difference beside the Mother superior that had been voted into the position by the community, grown up in Cologne as a tradingknot wit a flourishing middleclass) why she does not like getting commanded around and beeing remainded of Leo is one of them. Its also easily noticeable about her, because the people presenting as masculine she is usually dating are either rather shy, openly nurturing and gentle, or witty and sly but not commanding, or pysically short. For the same reason you would be able to make her swing out of a window halfnaked if one would ever ask her to take part in bondage. She got her old chains molten and casted into a spider-shaped brooch by your friendly nieghbourhood toolsmith and occiaonally jeweller Hinze who has a strangely unending source of metal, silver and gold -*coughs*- , and she is not going back there in any form, even if it is for pleasure.

#best example of the men Wolf is usually dating would b Hinze who is not only the same height as her but also very much a weed.#Yes Hinze as black cat very much is the one who first steals the gold/silver/steel and then works it into different forms or melts it down.#he got his professional workplan planned out.Quiver before his economical efficiency.#werspinna #headcanon #thanks for the ask dear nonnie!#tw #trigger warning #tw: slavery

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the-rapture-historian · 1 year

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The BioSurvey, a BioShock Series Survey

Hello, everyone! This is a fun little general survey I've thought about doing out of curiosity, to see what aspects of the series people liked the most across all three main titles so far and their respective DLCs.

This is the main post for the survey, and I'll be releasing the polls as separate polls to link back to here later, as well as link this post to each of them. The polls will be about 3-4 released each week, and will all last about a week to get as many votes possible hopefully from as many people on here as my current following can get.

As with Tumblr's poll settings, voting is anonymous and results can only be seen either once you vote or the polls end. There are no wrong answers to this poll and this isn't a competition between games, so please feel free to vote for whichever option you like!

Once the survey finishes, I'll be making some charts to show the final data, and maybe I'll make a few fun-jokey polls afterwards. If you have any suggestions for polls in the survey, send me an ask!

The polls are listed below:

4th February Polls: Franchise Overview

Question 1: Favourite Main Title

Question 2: Favourite Side Content

Question 3: Have you read the novel?

Question 3.1: How do you view it?

Question 3.2: How canon do you view it?

11th February Polls: Gameplay & Combat

Question 4: Favourite Gameplay Experience

Question 5: Most Useful BioShock Weapon

Question 6: Most Useful BioShock 2 Weapon

Question 7: Most Useful BioShock Infinite Weapon

Question 8: Preferred Hacking System

Question 9: Most Useful Plasmid (Offence)

Question 10: Most Useful Plasmid (Support)

Question 11: Most Useful Vigor

18th February Polls: Art, Design & Environment

Question 12: Favourite Art Style

Question 13: Most Interesting Environment

Question 14: Favourite BioShock Area

Question 15: Favourite BioShock 2 Area

Question 16: Favourite BioShock Infinite Area

Question 17: The BioShock Art Books

Question 18: Preferred Character & Enemy Design

Question 19: Most Interesting Cut Concepts

4th March Polls: Music & Score

Question 20: Do you listen to the OST(s)?

Question 21: Most Effective Soundtrack

Question 22: 'Nostalgic' Licensed Music

Question 23: Favourite Anachronistic Cover

Question 24: Favourite Recurring Theme/Leitmotif

11th March Polls: Cast & Characters

Question 25: Strongest Cast

Question 26: Best Voice Direction

*Question 27: Most Liked Major Character (BioShock)

Question 28: Most Liked Minor Character (BioShock)

Question 29: Most Liked Enemy Character (BioShock)

*Question 30: Most Liked Major Character (BioShock 2)

Question 31: Most Liked Minor Character (BioShock 2)

Question 32: Most Liked Enemy Character (BioShock 2)

Question 33: Favourite Big Daddy Type

Question 34: Most Enjoyable Playable Character

Question 35: Most Liked Major Character (BioShock Infinite)

Question 36: Most Liked Minor Character (BioShock Infinite)

Question 37: Most Liked Enemy Character (BioShock Infinite)

2nd April Polls: Story & Narrative

Question 38: Most Enjoyed Storyline/Narrative

*Question 39: Fate of Little Sisters (BioShock)

*Question 40: Preferred Ending (BioShock)

*Question 41: Fate of Little Sisters (BioShock 2)

*Question 42: Gathering with Little Sisters (BioShock 2)

*Question 43: Fate of Lamb's Governors (BioShock 2)

*Question 44: Fate of Sofia Lamb (BioShock 2)

*Question 45: Preferred Ending (BioShock 2)

*Question 46: Raffle Throw Choice (BioShock Infinite)

*Question 47: Elizabeth's Brooch Choice (BioShock Infinite)

*Question 48: Ticket Office Ambush Choice (BioShock Infinite)

*Question 49: Fate of Cornelius Slate (BioShock Infinite)

*Question 50: BioShock Infinite's Ending

*Question 51: Most Enjoyed Audio Diaries

Polls will be released each Saturday at 17:00 EST, each having an overall connecting theme or aspect of the franchise.

*These polls have been tagged for spoilers as they spoil certain elements of the plots of their respective games.

This post will be pinned on my blog so be sure to check back for updates if you don't find the polls in the tags!

#bioshock #the biosurvey #bioshock 2 #bioshock infinite #polls

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