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tears-and-lilies · 2 years

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Chapter 44 - The fear that hangs over the city, pt. 2

Here's a reminder that I will (try to) post a Glorien chapter every Tuesday! Currently I have content for the next 4 weeks or so :D

Tag: @whumpfigure @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @green-eyed-whumpster @liliability @sideblogformindtrash @starnight-whump @milk-carton-whump @abitefullofwhump @unicornscotty @myst-in-the-mirror @neverthelass @dont-touch-my-soup

CW: failed escape attempt (not really but tagging in case), talk of murder, captivity mention, low self esteem, implied family issues, mentioned murder of woman

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They had entered a tavern. It was empty, the owner had already cleaned up the tables and gone to sleep. The stench of alcohol mixed with warm meat still hung in the air. As they walked towards a door behind the counter, Glorien dared to ask: ‘Why is this place closed?’

‘Oh, that’s a new law’, Chaïra responded. ‘All taverns must be closed after sunset. You need a permit if you want to keep yours open.’

That was different from what Glorien remembered. He used to notice the laughing and light coming from taverns as he returned home late at night. They gave the city it’s charm when the sun had gone.

The other person that had spoken to Glorien - a woman named Elian, Chaïra’s second in command, as she had introduced herself - took out a key and opened the door.

‘Loui knows about organisations like us, so he wants to shelter the people. But tavern owners lose a giant piece of their income this way’, she mumbled angrily.

‘Well yeah, if you attack defenseless people in the dark…’, Glorien said.

He flinched as Chaïra grabbed his shoulder. ‘I must teach you a few things, before you embarrass yourself more.’ They pushed him inside the room.

He sat down on one of the chairs around the wooden table. Chaïra’s henchmen lighted some oil lamps, then left as their leader dismissed them. Only Elian stayed with them.

Chaïra plopped down onto the chair opposite of Glorien’s. They leaned forward.

‘So, you’ve really been locked up in the palace all these years, haven’t you?’

‘Yes’, he said, shame rising to his face.

‘How despicable’, they spat. ‘Elian, did you find a new tapestry with that Vasri’s face on it? We gotta practice on your knife throwing later.’

Elian grinned at that, nodding to confirm.

Chaïra turned back to Glorien. ‘You must hate them. I know I certainly do.’

He clenched his hands into fists on his lap. ‘Yes, I do.’

‘You’re not alone.’

He looked up.

‘When the war ended, Vasri punished Darren’s legions severely. And not even once has Vasri looked back at them. They won back the Plain, yet he doesn’t give a damn about them. And Loui tries to keep them under control by sending his own generals to command them, but really, all it takes is one person to come along and guide the soldiers and BAM!’

They slammed their hand on the table, making it wobble dangerously.

‘Just like that, they’ll dispose of those poisonous maggots of Loui’s and take their justice!’

Glorien was dumbfounded. Were there really still people who held onto his father’s legacy?

‘That’s where you come into play’, Chaïra said. ‘We can take you to the south, and you can lead the legions against Vasri. You’ve had sufficient military training, and you’re Darren’s son, so it’s only a matter of time before they stand behind-’

‘Hold on’, he interrupted. ‘You want me to… lead them?’

‘Yeah. What’s holding you back? I’ve been planning this for years. I studied the situation of all the legions of the Koian Empire, and I know what’s needed to win. All you have to do is stand before them and lead them. I can help with strategy, if you need it.’

He shook his head. ‘B-but, I can’t…’ Quickly he recovered himself. ‘I don’t even know you! You claim to be family, but they killed papa’s family in Houssaia and mama’s family died as well.’

‘That’s where you’re wrong. I mean, yes, your aunt did die. She was my mother, you know.’

‘But…’

‘My half-sister died. Sad, I guess. I never met her’, they said.

‘Who’s your father then?’

They shrugged. ‘Does it matter? Like I said, I’m a bastard. And that may offend you, but I feel a very strong connection to your family - our family.’

Glorien thought. Chaïra couldn’t be older than him, so if they really were his aunt’s child, he must have been around to see them, even if he could have been very young at that time.

He remembered the birth of his cousin. They had held a party at his aunt’s house. There were a lot of people there, since she was the head priestess of the city. It had been the first time he’d seen his cousin. A tiny bundle smiling as he offered his finger to play with. Crying late at night, the sort of high-pitched whining only babies could do, after the party was over, while the adults were hurriedly discussing something. They were… his father, for sure, since he was looking for his father that night. And his mother, and his aunt. His aunt had been screaming, her voice cutting through his chest, yelling at a fourth person. A friend of his father’s. He had started crying too, covering his ears with his little hands.

He watched as Chaïra played with their knife, absent-mindedly. It was Elian who spoke.

‘People say bastards taint the family bloodline, and they don’t want anything to do with them. The elite especially makes a drama out of it.’ She threw Glorien a scornful look. ‘Even if you’ve lived as a simple dancer for so long, you still take on their misguided beliefs. Would you really reject your own family?’

‘I’ve seen time and time again that not everyone is who they claim to be. Marsi, Jeremi, Lazulan, Berar, Tymos, and even Loui… they claimed to be my father’s friends, yet now they’ve let him down completely.’ Glorien lifted his chin. ‘So why would I believe some random person?’

‘Because I admire Darren’, Chaïra responded. They put the knife down. ‘Even as a twelve-year-old kid, I wanted to be like him. And why would I lie about that? It’s treacherous to say these things, but I don’t care.’

They had a point. And the way they reacted when they realised who he was… it would be weird to lie about that too.

He examined Chaïra. They weren’t particularly tall or short, but they clearly had been training on their arm muscles and upper body. They had brown skin like him, and black wavy hair like he once had. Their eyes stood just as dark, and their mouth was as low as his. Their nose was low too, and flat. Their brown and black leather clothes looked cheap and uncomfortable, and were covered in stains of mud and another dark liquid Glorien didn’t want to think about - the kind of clothes he wouldn’t choose to wear even if his life depended on it. They were used to messing around in the city streets.

‘Why are you here then, and not in the army?’, he asked.

Chaïra bit on their lip - just like him. 'Do you really want to know? I was raised on the streets, after my mother abandoned me. This is my home.’ They spread their arms.

‘I’m the leader of this gang. We call ourselves Gilanim, “the Fallen”. We’re a family. And how can I pick the army led by Grandest General Loui yet-another-public-execution over them?’

‘So why leave them now?’

Chaïra laughed. ‘You’re my family too. And I’d fight if you were the general. You see, I’m honestly very relieved that you’re alive. So many people told me it wasn’t possible, that surely Vasri didn’t keep his promise and killed you as soon as you entered the palace with him. And I always said they were wrong, that somehow, you were alive. Attacking Lazulan had been a dangerous bet, but she did tell me the truth - that you were at the palace, all those years.’

Glorien felt his chest fill with a strange warmth. They… believed in me?

‘Oh, actually’, Chaïra suddenly said, sitting upright on their chair. ‘Where is Lazulan? She was kinda making a show out of being secretive and presenting you to me… I’m surprised she didn’t come. Thought it would feed her ego.’

‘Ah…’ He looked down, his mind racing to come up with an explanation. ‘She… died.’

‘What?!’, Elian exclaimed. Chaïra’s mouth fell open.

‘Yeah.’

‘How?!’

He fumbled with his fingers. He had no idea what excuses he should come up with. Frankly he didn’t even want to think about her death.

Chaïra stood up, leaned forward and slammed their hands on the table. With a piercing gaze they stared at Glorien. ‘You killed her.’

For a moment, he stopped breathing.

‘He…’, Elian said. ‘But… how? Why?’

‘Tell me. Tell me everything’, Chaïra urged.

They kept surprising him. Their eyes were filled with interest and admiration. It felt uncomfortable. He didn't remember anyone ever looking at him like that.

But in his head, a sudden fit of rage had taken over. Yes, I killed her. I hated her. She betrayed me, she deserved to die.

A ringing sounded in his ears. Tiny silver bells. The bells he had dropped in panic.

He swallowed. ‘I… I think I should go.’

He shoved back the chair and quickly rose. With quick steps he hastened towards the door.

‘Hold on! Hold on!’

Elian blocked the door.

‘I should go’, he repeated. He was exhausted.

‘Go? To the palace?’ Chaïra walked up behind him. ‘Why would you go back?’

‘I…’ Yeah, why would he go back?

‘You can stay here! If you don’t feel safe in the city, we’ll make sure to pack and leave as fast as possible, so you can present yourself to the legions in the south.’

He clenched his hands and turned around. ‘I don’t want to.’

They froze. ‘What?’

‘I said, I don’t want to. I can’t. I- I-’ He was too ashamed. Just earlier he had danced for his enemy, and kissed someone’s feet. ‘How could a person like me lead an army?!’

‘A person like you? You’re Darren’s son!’

Tears filled his eyes. ‘And that’s why they tortured me for six years! Every day they dress me up to look pretty so they can laugh at me when I dance for them, and if I speak out of turn they tie me up in the most uncomfortable position they can think of, or make me clean the floor, or starve me until I can barely get out of bed, and then they make me beg for their mercy all over again, and it’s made me so weak! I’m weak, I’m scared… I am nothing but a stain on my father’s name!’

Chaïra looked stoic as he broke down crying and trembling in front of them.

‘It can still be salvaged…’

He sobbed, covering his ears with his hands. Suddenly, he realised something. Slowly, he dropped his arms.

That night… how could he have been small after his cousin was born?

There was no time to explore that thought, as the door slammed open, hitting a cursing Elian.

‘Commander! The private guards of the Beheader are looking for Glorien!’, a henchman said. They put a hand over their mouth when they saw Elian clutching her head, her eyes spitting fire at them.

‘Ah, so they found out you are missing’, Chaïra said calmly. ‘But, why the Beheader’s guards? Hasn’t Loui sent guards as well?’

‘I don’t know. I haven’t seen any of them.’

‘Who’s- the Beheader?’ Glorien’s voice cracked when he spoke.

‘Heh. It’s the nickname us city outcasts give to the current Keeper of the City.’

Glorien didn’t ask further. He was surprised that Feyros was looking for him. And… relieved.

‘I have to go with him’, he said, attempting to walk past Elian and the henchman.

‘Why?’

‘He’s… I…’ He looked Chaïra in the eyes. They looked worried, they didn’t understand. He wasn’t sure if he even understood it himself. But this had all been too much. He didn’t even feel home in his own city anymore, and there was no way he could present himself to the soldiers that had once been under his father’s command.

And he wanted peace more than anything.

‘I… I will kill him.’

Their eyes widened. Slowly, their lips formed a sadistic smile.

‘Is that so?’

He gestured at the door. ‘Can I go?’

Chaïra and Elian exchanged glances. Glorien could see the worry in Elian’s eyes, even if it only lasted a moment. She then nodded and stepped aside.

‘How can I contact you?’, Chaïra asked.

He quickly thought about it. ‘I am allowed two hours outside. Come see me at the flower arch that leads to the palace, somewhere around two hours after noon.’

‘Alright…’

He rushed past Elian through the door, into the tavern.

#whump #medieval whump #failed escape attempt #talk of murder #plans for murder #low self esteem tw #my writing #oc #glorien #chaïra #elian

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sandersmullet · 3 years

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ok so this started as me just writing down an idea that i had and ended up being a +1k bad written text, so i thought i would share it cause why not, basically a royal au kinda, its like that time lol, enemies to lovers and they are both knights, a little tw: blood, violence and injury (nothing really explicit tho)

they hate each other, robbe got his reputation as one of the best knights practising and earning the name by being one of the most talented warriors in the infantry, but sander for being the king's son gets all the credit of everything the army does, robbe can't stand it, but what he doesnt know is that sander really doesnt wanna be a knight, he likes to paint and to observe the wonders of the world, the beauty in everything, but his father forced him to be in there. robbe treated the prince poorly from the beginning, not tolerating that everything the boy did was praised by everyone, sander noticed the rude behavior and mostly just ignored it, so they never talked, and if they did, it ended up in a fight.

the kingdom is in danger, they are losing the war with another nation and the army has to travel to fight those battles. somehow robbe and sander end up in a duel in the middle of training, robbe realize sander does have talent to fight (and that he looks good doing it, but of course he doesn't admit that to himself) , but he still isn't as good as robbe, when sander loses his sword, robbe gets to put his on sander´s throat, they stare intensely into each others eyes and called it a tie, but robbe knows that he could have won.

that night nobody seems to shut up about the fight and how the best knights on the legion seem to not stand each other. their superiors called them after dinner to have a talk and reproched them for being childish, irresponsible and causing a ruckus in the middle of training, as a punishment they are going to be forced to clean the training area every afternoon after practice until the army leaves the place where they are camping. they start to spend time together and after a lot of “that's not the right way to use a bow” “if you don't grip the sword tight of course you are going to lose it” “that's not how you clean an axe” they start to get to know each other, sander talks about art, poetry and music, robbe about the adrenaline he feels when he is fighting, at some point sander tells that he hates the choices his dad is making, that all this war could end if they just gave back the gold they stole some years ago from the other kingdom, that he doesn't want the power but when he´ll have it he is going to use it to do good, robbe tells that his parents got sick when he was a child and that he lived on the streets for some time, until one day he got caught for stealing food and single handedly beated 4 knights without using any weapons, one of the leaders of the army offered him a place to live in and food if he took a place with the warriors. sometimes if they ended up early they would practice together, they made each other better, and not only when it came to fighting, if they stared to each other a little too long they didn't mention it.

they fought some battles and started to noticing how everytime they ended they were looking for the other, wanting to know if they were okay. they started enjoying those afternoons of cleaning, looking forward to the duels they would have after, staying until the sky gets dark and watching the stars.

one day after cleaning and organizing everything the boys get into an argument that ends up with them not talking to each other for days.

3 days later the enemy troop attacked the camp by surprise, it was all screams, dust, and the sound of galloping horses, only a few were able to grab another weapon that wasn't the sword they carried around all the time, anger and fear making them act careless and more out of instinct, they didn't have a plan to follow like the previous battles, they were on their own. sander fighting with two men at the same time, didn't notice the third one coming from his back, but robbe did, and without even thinking he threw himself between the man and sander, the sword going through his chest. he fell to the ground. with each second everything started feeling more and more distant, his legs numb and a white pain in his right shoulder.

not long after that, the enemies started to back up, cause even though they were prepared and equipped, this army was bigger and had better warriors. the sky turned gray and rain started pouring down the battlefield, making small puddles of mud. when instinctively sander looked for robbe, he felt his heart stop beating, the boy laid on the grass with his right upper arm covered in blood. sander threw himself at the ground and started screaming for help, he ripped one sleeve of his shirt and tie it tight around the other´s shoulder, he couldn't even hear himself anymore, desperately praying to every god he didn't believe in for the boy to wake up, his screams muffled by the pouring rain hitting the ground, he positioned the head of the boy on his lap and pressed down on the injury as hard as he could, their foreheads touching and sander´s tears hidden by the rain fell on robbe's face, “i’m sorry please im sorry, don't leave me robbe i'm sorry please dontleavemedontleavemedontleaveme” he kept pushing on the other´s chest but everything seemed hopeless “robbe….. i love you, you have to wake up please” he let his face fall on the boy´s chest “i love you”, suddenly a hand touched his hair and a tiny voice said “you what?” and when sander lifted his head he saw the boy with what could have been called a teasing smile looking at him, he looked pale and sleepy but judging by the way he seemed to be wanting to laugh at sander he was very much alive, god he was alive. “ what the fuck robbe dont scare me like that” sander said wiping away his tears and trying to compose himself, robbe laughed but immediately stopped himself cause the wound made it painful.

“it was your fault, idiot. someone was going to attack you, i had to do something”

“what i.... you shouldn't have done that, you don't save me or anyone by killing yourself robbe” sander caress the injured boy's face” “at least i got you to say that you love me” the older boy snorted and pressed their foreheads together, closing his eyes “yes you did ijzermans….yes you did”

robbe placed his hand of the arm that wasn't injured on the back of sander´s head and brought his lips close, and almost like a whisper said “well it seems to be your lucky day driesen, cause i love you too” and with that sander couldn't contain himself anymore, he kissed robbe like his life depended on that, he kissed robbe like it was the last thing he was going to do. after that every injured man was taken to a tent and examined by medics from the army. months later robbe was completely healed and sander had made his father end the war with the other nation and return the stolen gold. they lived their best life as princes, and later on as kings<3

#i do not consider this a one-shot nor a drabble #cause i dont think im a writer sdjhjas #this is just me trying to make my thoughts understandable for other people lmao #anyway i hope is entertaining (?#and if it is total shit you can tell me its okay ajhashdja #also we are going to pretend that homophia isnt a thing in this universe <3 #so thats all i have to say #bye bye #wtfock #sobbe

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wantstoflyafraidtofall · 3 years

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3x16 from Dean's perspective and the rescue from Hell

TW/CW: graphic depictions of Dean's death and what Demons look like.

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Tags: @kinda-not-really-vibing, @i-dont-even-wanna-know, @chris-krat

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All that he has learned was how fragile and replaceable it all was. Every one of us gnats played a role but there were still too many for each one to matter. So why does Dean’s life seem matter more than the rest? Dean has been brought back more than anyone should be already, and it’s taken its toll. His soul is in tatters, held together by scotch tape and super glue, because he needed to be here longer for all the other souls that he could save.

And now it’s time to save them.

That’s what Dean had thought when he sold his soul for his brother, what he told himself so he wouldn’t feel like shit for bringing his brother back because he can’t stand to be alone. Now he wasn’t so sure that he had truly saved anyone.

The clock chimed, the black metal cutting across the white face of the clock to point its jagged claw at the twelve. The bell’s toll rang through the room, and Dean couldn’t help but to stare. It rang again and again as to mock holy churches and their white steeples filled with bronze bells being tugged into making music by their ropes.

The dark pillar of the grandfather clock melted into the shadows behind it, the pendulum swinging side to side with a smooth grace, pulling the chains and making the weights lift and fall, lift and fall, behind the clear crystal glass and thorny inlay.

The bells kept going, the sounds being knocked out of their bronze hollows. Each time the clapper struck the inside of the bells, making them shake to produce the beautiful symphony of noises, Dean couldn’t help feeling like those were more like melodic screams than music. He couldn’t help but feel like a bell, constantly knocked around to make harmonies for the pleasure of others.

When the dogs came, with their blood stained teeth in feral grins, dead white eyes framed in decaying flesh and matted fur, smelling of smoke and rot, Dean felt the miniscule vibrations of the bells deep in his bones, melting the marrow inside into a paste for the the dogs to lick out of each ivory shell.

He ran from the beasts who followed on legs of scorched bone and chunks of pulsing muscle that bent in all the wrong ways and places. There was no hope of keeping the things out now that he saw them, but he frantically poured the goofer dust in lines on the windowsills anyway.

Sam and Ruby stood by the door, Ruby asking for the demon knife and Sam debating handing it over. Dean’s body wretched when he saw Ruby’s face, skin hanging off the gnawed bones in fleshy, burnt ribbons. Patches of hair remained on the purple, white, and red skin and bone of her head, and her jaw was cracked and crooked, dangling from it’s socket, yellow, splintered teeth showing through the rotten holes in her cheek. When she spoke it jerked around, pulling the frayed tendons and clacking her crooked teeth together in sickening movements. But her eyes…

“Wait!” Dean finds his voice.

“You wanna die?” The demon turns to him, the scratchiness of her voice clawing out of her tongueless, flopping mouth.

Dean swallowed the rising bile in his throat as he watched her talk. “Sam, that's not Ruby,” He took a breath, “It's not Ruby!”

Lilith raises the remnants of her arm, launching Dean onto the desk in the back of the room, knocking the air out of his lungs and pinning Sam to the wall.

“How long you been in her?” Dean gasps out.

A vile grin twists the skin around her mouth in what Dean would assume would look like a childlike smile if she had more skin.

“Not long,” She gestures to her middle where light pink organs spilled out of the gaping holes in her skin, pulsating as they struggled to perform. “But I like it. It's all grown up and pretty.”

“And where's Ruby?” Sam interjected.

She tilted her head, the vertebrae of her back and neck clicking together in unnatural angles to make a sickening crunch. “She was a very bad girl, so I sent her far, far away.”

“You know, I should have seen it before... but you all look alike to me.” Dean grits out with a smile.

She glares at him before turning her attention to Sam, sauntering as well as a decaying corpse to Dean’s brother.

“Hello, Sam.” Lilith grabs Sam’s face in her rotten fingers, forcing him to look at her. “I've wanted to meet you for a very long time.”

Dean watches Lilith kiss his brother with her bloody lips, the muscles of her face convulsing under the thin, translucent skin where it remained on her face.

“Your lips are soft.” She whispered and Dean felt tears prickle in the corners of his eyes.

They wouldn’t have to deal with this if Dean had just left well enough alone. Sam has spent every waking hour(which was most hours) in pain trying to save Dean. Dean brought him back so he could keep living, and Sam isn’t even living. Now he has to watch his brother die.

“Right, so you have me. Let my brother go.” Sam snarled.

“Silly goose. You wanna bargain, you have to have something that I want.” Her body seemed to shake with her glee at the situation. “You don't.”

“So, is this your big plan, huh? Drag me to hell. Kill Sam. And then what? Become queen bitch?” Anger bubbled in his breast as he looked at the demon.

“I don't have to answer to puppy chow.” She hissed and a fresh wave of pain shot through Dean’s body, making him grimace and bite back a groan.

Lilith walks back to the door to the room where the hellhound sat outside. An exhilarated look took over her deteriorated features and blank eyes as she wrapped her fingers around the handle. “Sic 'em, boy.”

“No! Stop!” Sam screamed, still pinned to the wall.

The huge beast sprung through the open door, it’s scaldingly hot paws pinning Dean’s arms to the floor where he had dropped. It sunk it’s barbed teeth into Dean’s shoulder, ripping through the flesh with ease.

Dean screamed, squirming underneath the dog. Sam kept screaming while Lilith watched from the sidelines, a smile on her face.

The dog let it’s claws glide across Dean’s chest. Sam screamed again. Dean needed it to stop. He needed to tell Sam it’ll be okay and that he was sorry, but when he opened his mouth, he could only gargle through the hot blood bubbling up his throat.

The dog continued to tear at him, pulling his skin apart to bite at the soft organs inside and knaw his ribs. The pain melted together until everything felt like it was on fire and his vision was as red as the crimson puddle he was lying in.

Dean’s last thoughts before it all stopped was that he was that he deserved this. He deserved to go to hell and all the pain he’ll experience for the rest of eternity. And then the pain ended, only to be replaced in concentrated points where the beast gripped his soul, dragging him down through the earth.

He clawed at the dirt but it burnt his hands. He tried to scream but his lungs filled with ash and smoke as waves of scalding heat pummeled over him as they got closer to the waves of fire licking at the shores of ground up bone coating the ground. Hooks were driven through his limbs and the meat of his torso, jerking him up in the air above the lake of flames.

It was so loud. The roar of fire and cacophony of screams coming from the racks of mangled bodies. The cries from the bodies chained in the air or tied to the sizzling black pillars of stone holding up the inky black sky of smoke.

He deserves this.

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Long spiderwebs of cracks rocketed down the bedrock pillars as the ceiling of Hell ripped open. Dean dropped the rusted knife he held in his hand, the tatters of his soul reaching towards the creature pushing through the hole in the smoke. He watched as the white-blue being flew through the fire, the flames bending away from its many heads and hands. It opened its mouths and a high pitched screech overpowered the screams of the tortured souls.

Bolts of lightning struck out with each flap of the beings mighty wings, bending in arches and bouncing expertly off the many weapons brandished by the creature as it soared towards Dean, striking down the legions of demons rising to attack. It landed near him, shaping into a more human figure but remained haloed in bright light.

Dean let it approach him and wrap its arm around his chest, its hand burning into the skin of his shoulder as it took off, flapping its great wings and propelling them towards the bright gash in the smoke ceiling.

The creature was warm, not like the fire of hell, but warm like the distant memories Dean had of earth he held locked away where the black tendrils of hell would never reach. He let his soul reach out to the creature, wrapping itself in the soft feeling.

“DEAN WINCHESTER IS SAVED.” A deep voice rumbled through all of hell.

He was saved.

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shametheshadow · 3 years

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Hot take... Fallout New Vegas isnt the masterpiece of gaming people say it is. A lot of the things I've seen people say are its greatest assets are actually hindering it in other areas.

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Having three visible places of interest at all times is well and good but in between those places are a lot of empty, boring space and enemies designed to punish you for going off the path. Sure, damage curves are great in games, but I'm so god damn tired of walking on this road, chasing after a target that will move just enough that it's never in reach until it's finally like a ten minute jaunt from the starting area. But if you try to take short cuts even just to cut corners on the road you get owned by mobs made to keep you on the path. Or set pieces designed to physically funnel you through a specific area. That's railroady as hell.

Speaking of which, karma systems suck if you dont make being evil fun. I have only ever seen good karma systems in Fable, because being evil is turned into this hilariousy visual thing and it neber directly punishes you for choosing the evil paths, instead making a lot of things easier in some ways. In New Vegas (and Fallout 3 if I remember) what is the point of putting stat points into any thief abilities if you get a big frowny face every time you succesfully steal from a locked container? And Karma isnt even directly explained in any way that doesnt just feel like an ominous "The game will remember that" at least in 3 it was made clear really early on that certain people wanted nothing to do with you based on how good or evil you were.

And as far as unclear instruction goes Caravan isnt explained well at all. The dude you enter the game with gives you some but you have to exit dialogue and read the instruction, re enter and accept, hoping you remember the rules that arent even that clear to begin with. I didnt even realize I had to manually select the vertical position of my card or that I could play on opponents until my third online how-to guide and now I still just use the bug in the programming that apparently was supposed to prevent you from cycling through your cards on the first hand to pretty much cheat a win every time because it tool so long to figure it out I dont want to deal with actually playing legit.

I've seen people say it has a lot of morally grey choices but so far I'm not seeing any. A lot of the more ambiguous choices seem to be something you wouldnt find out until the game is over, like which sheriff you choose but you're provided next to no information to make even a slightly informed opinion. The rest seem to be more "Do bad thing for caps? Or good thing and get shot a bunch of times?"

Even the factions feel very eh. It isnt morally ambiguous, it's that every choice is a bad choice. War never changes... and neither does the Brotherhood of Steel. The NCR is well intentioned but also absolutely useless. They dont even care in Primm whether you do their job or not and just sit uselessly providing nothing but an obstacle to walk around to get into the town. Then in Nipton only one NCR person cares about the distant smoke but claims they're so underfunded and undermanned she cant check it out... but me, a courier with a nearly broken shotgun and nearly broken leather armor can easily just walk in and gun down the four legion dudes and still nobody really gives a shit besides my faction standing... and who knows how the Legion figured out I killed their dudes in a literal ghost town where the only survivor is a dude who they disfigured and cant walk outside to see who is shooting who. Speaking of which, I felt more compelled to help raiders in Fallout 3 at times than I did the Legion or the Powder Gangers. The first thing you ever see of the Legion is the aftermath of them torturing and murdering an entire town. "B-but the town was full of criminals and morally bad people!" Says the game as if that matters when I'm staring at a pile of burnt bodies and guys bleeding out that the only way to help is to waste weapon condition to kill them. The Powder Gangers could have provided a decent argument against the beliefs and authority of the NCR... if your first meeting wasnt them threatening the small town that helped you or if they didnt lob dynamite at you on sight.

Everyone is terrible is a running theme in Fallout games and New Vegas doesnt offer anything new there. Two bad choices just makes me want to not make a choice, which is probably why so many people laud the Independent ending, cause at least the bad choices are yours.

Like, New Vegas isnt horrible, but it isnt the best game ever or even the best fallout ever. If anything it is equally as bad and good as other Fallouts. And for as bad as 76 can be, at least it isnt boring as hell to look at. Skyrim may have been Bethesda showing off their world design, but I've restarted Skyrim like 50 times, I'm not sure I want to slog through the starting areas of New Vegas more than twice. I have stared at the road texture so much.

Also I wish I had a carry weight cheat just so I could finally get stuff back to a work bench to repair my stuff. Tired of constantly being encumbered in a game that makes scrap actually important.

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Any advice on how to play dbd? I just got the game and I would appreciate anything to help me along my journey-Noob at Everything

oh this is gonna be a long one Im forced to put this under a readmore (sry mobile users)

ABOUT THE CHARACTER CHOICE/PERKS:

about character advice u should level everyone up and try their perks out, your main wont depend on the perks (as u will unlock all perks for everyone else) but rather if u can rly “play well” in the characters model. I recommend nea and claudette for beginners as nea is a stealth-aligned character (specifically the perk “urban evasion” that lets you crouch faster) and claudette is one for teamwork but also can heal urself. (perk is called self care) but in the end you can choose whoever just looks good to u and learn theri perks. make sure to not get too dependant on one perk and learn to adjust to any situation

honestly u wont have a lot of perks at the beginning, mostly the one of ur character and the genreal ones available to all survivors. a very good perk is “spinechill”- a perk that will give u a lot of insight on when the killer is going into ur direction and a good way tosee if he is still following you when you Are running away.

DONT WEAR BRIGHT CLOTHES you get spotted easier and if youre not more advanced ur just gonna be a quick target

ABOUT THE ITEMS:

save up the purple colored items, like the purple flashlight. ESPECIALLY the purple flashlight. if you are a beginner and dont know how to deal with a flashlight yet its good to save them up and use the green and yellow flashlights instead to practice and by the time u become level 50 (and are about to prestige to prestige I) u will feel more secure and testing+playing around wtih the flashlight

honestly? I only use my purple flashlight wtih a white ward (an offering that prevents you from losing ur item PLUS addons when you die) I cant handle to get tunneled and lose a good item!! they rly are rare keep that in mind

ABOUT THE GAMEPLAY ITSELF:

work on gens thats the main objective and what will get u out, if someone JUST got hooked and hasnt like lost half of the hooked bar (the yellow bar underneath the survivors name) theyre still in “stage 1″ and u can work on the gen/try to finish it up before they get to “stage 2″.lets say you get unhooked and u were on stage 1, then you get hooked again. you get just put on stage 2 and just have to struggle while your teammates come to save you.now lets say you get unhooked and you were on stage 2, if you get downed and hooked youre fully dead. so keep that in mind and dont let teammates come to stage 2.

feel the courage to run to the generators that are more in the middle- and think of it that way: by getting the gen done in the middle you basically make the killer take longer to go check all gens. by the time a killer is going to another gen, kicking it and coming back, you can already finish one gen at one side.

you dont have to crouch around if the killer isnt near you (heartbeat wise) you can run, gameplay changes when you playagainst a myers, pig or ghostface (or any killers wiht a tinier terror radius) bc you wont hear the heartbeat that shows that hteyre near.

ABOUT LOOPING:

looping is when you make the killer follow you around one obstacle, dont throw the pallet down if the killer is A: not close enough and B: youre not injured. pallet efficiency will make your gameplay and the one of ur teammates easier.

when you get chased by the killer around like jungle gyms (multiple walls wiwth like one window and one pallet), always look behind you to seeif the killer is still after you and not already going to the other side so you walk right into him.

when the killer actually breaks a pallet that you dropped, take the time and immedaitely book it to the next jungle gym/out of sight. if you were not injured and the killer no longer can see you, stop running and sneak somewhere to hide- wait for the killer to come by and look around and then leave: run to the other side then.

ABOUT GETTING HOOKED:

when you get hooked, DONT attempt to escape. there is a 4% escape chance. as long as youre not cowsIAM (who is KNOWN for unhooking himself all the time somehow) you wont have much luck. you can attempt to escape if thers rly no other way though.

ABOUT PLAYING AGAINST SPECIFIC KILLERS:

NURSE if she blinks and is about to teleport to you, run to her so she already teleports too far away

HAGcrouch over her traps to not trigger them. if you get unhooked and the hag put traps around, immediately crouch the moment u get on the ground and sneak away.counter perk: urban evasion

THE SPIRITlets say the spirit suddenly stopped running after you- shes most likely in her phase power and about to teleport to you. if you are not injured immediately stop running and normally walk somewhere out of sight and hide. the spirit relies on scratch marks AND the grunts of paint the player gives.if you are in front of a pallet and the spirit is on the other side just standing still WALK AWAY dont walk over the pallet there are spirits who “fake phase” so they just stand there and grab you when you walk over.counter perk: iron will

MYERSrun away and always try to break line of sight so he cant stalk you. when you loop him just crouch when he tries to stalk you so he cant see your modelcounter perk: spinechill

HILLBILLYrun around obstacles so he more likely runs into the obstacles than you so you dont get immediately chainsawed downcounter perk: sprint burst

THE HUNTRESS IM STUPID. THIS IS NOT GHOSTFACEif you are looping her and are at the pallet, and you see her raise her arm to throw a hatchet- keep running. the pallet drop animation doesnt make u invincible and the animation is locked so she can easily hit you with the hatchet. KEEP RUNNNIIIING counter perk: not spinechill this rly does nothing for u

TRAPPERif the trapper is playing, always look around for traps. they are almost always at pallet spots etc. if you trigger a trap either to disarm it or u walk into it- the killer gets a notification and will most likely return to it. avoid the place in general.

PLAGUEdont cleanse, if you cleanse urself in one of teh devotional water..things Idk you basically “corrupt it” and when she gets to it, she can get insta down attacks. u dont want that. it sucks either way since you will have teh broken status effect (youre injured and cant be healed up) but ykno.

WRAITHif you flashlight him (just point the flashlight at him) when hes using his invisible power- he will get stunned :) be careful doing this they get easily mad and facecamp u either that or Im just that hated

DEATHSLINGERdont run ina straight line just do curves and keep an eye on him when hes chasing you so that when he starts aiming you start running “chaoitcally” so he has a harder time to aim & hit you

DOCTORwhen you are shocked and on any madness level, there might come up “fake doctor visions” that are just the model of the doctor looking at you. its not the killer himself just an illusion- and you should always stay on the move bc the killer can also see the illusion, know that somewhere is there, and imediately go to check it out. counter perk: calm spirit

CANNIBALdisconnect its not worth it (jk u get a penalty if u do disconnect.)

FREDDYwake urself up always byusing the time clocks, waking eachother up will at one point take way too long.counter perk: object of obsession

LEGIONloop him and try to avoid getting hit. outrunning him with speed perks is always good so he cant hit you. this is the dumbest tip so far. dont drop pallets too soon as he is able to vault them like you are. try to stun them when dropping the pallet if theyre close enoughcounter perk: sprint burst, lithe

THE PIGthe pig is most likely always trying to sneak up on you so always make sure to keep ur surroundings in check. the moment you hear a ..groan? u will know what I mean- immediately run as she was about to attack you and has a light sprint animation.counter perk: spinechill, sprint burst

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justsomegruviastuff · 5 years

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Loosing control / gruvia fic part 2

This is the last part of the fanfic ! It look me a long time to write it and I wasnt able to draw a good picture I tried 2 ideas and they both ended up trashy so no drawing in this one ! I hope you enjoy it and thanks for all the love in the last one 🌹

Seing Juvia on the ground unconcious with her neck covered in bruises drove Gray crazy . The strange marks started once again appearing on his body . He stood up and saw Laxus maniacally laughing from afar and the thunder legion standing ready to attack .

" You're going to regret this " Gray hissed and he was now fuming . His fists clenched the second Freed approached casting a spell in the process. He quickly dodged it and in a split second he grabbed him by the neck and threw him on a wall leaving him unconcious since he was already badly injured . Evergreen was next , she used her wings and flew near Gray but before she was able to attack he froze her wings with a swift hand motion and she fell to the ground . Bickslow came running towards him and his babies circled around him . Before they attacked he covered the space around him with ice walls and pushed them hard in their direction , smashing Bickslow and his babies .

" Oh finally , I was getting bored " Laxus smirked as Gray walked step by step near him .

" Come on Gray ! Or should I say demon ?" Gray stopped moving slow . He punched Laxus with an ice fist .

" Is that all you can do? " Gray casted a spell that surrounded Laxus in an ice circle and was ready to smash him but with his lightning he destroyed the ice .

" Come on I'm sure a demon can do better than that " Gray hissed and punched Laxus .

" I'm not a demon " he screamed. Laxus grabbed his fist and gave it a hard squish.

" We both know who you really are Gray ! You're just like me , you're evil you were always evil! You might be fooling everyone else but I know how it feels , to have this darkness inside you that urges you to do horrible things ! You seek for blood just as I do , I tried the nice act but it didnt work ! The white doctrine showed me a better path and you should be a part of it ! " with every word he squished Grays knuckles.

" I'm... not like .. you " Laxus laughed

" You're worse than me " Gray was struggling but he managed to escape Laxus grip . He stood in front of him .

" You killed your own master . You tried to kill your father and you went completely demon on your best friend Natsu . You're trying to protect her from me ? You should be protecting her from yourself, you left her alone and completely shattered her ,theres a reason why you always fail to keep her safe . Drop the goody -two- shoes act Gray you're not fooling me , you're pure evil . "

Grays mind went blank his head turned when he saw Juvia coughing and Laxus smirking .

" I'll show you evil " in mere seconds he froze the whole landscape , encasing half of Laxus body in ice . He smashed the ice with his fists and sent him flying to a wall . He punched him twice in the face and kicked his ribs , Gray was so fast with every attack Laxus wasn't able to react . Grays fists hit Laxus again and again and he was tossed around by smashing on the wall and falling on the ground . He was now seriously injured and bleeding but that didnt stop Gray .

" You're evil "

" you're a monster "

and other things that Laxus said were ringing in his head replaying every second . He had seriously injured Laxus and he wasn't going to stop there .

" Gray - sama " he barely heard her voice and he continued beating Laxus . He punched and punched until he heard footsteps approaching.

" Gray - sama .. stop " all he was hearing were Laxus words again and again .

" You're a demon "

" You're a monster "

his body shivered when he felt a warm hand touching his shoulder, he quickly turned around and with his fist encased in ice he scratched Juvias body .

" I'm not a monster !" He screamed while he ripped Juvias remaining clothes with one hand motion . His eyes widened and his blood went cold , he shivered and his heartbeat increased. In front of him was none other than Juvia , she clearly had struggled to get near him. Her neck was badly bruised and she was coughing blood . Her clothes were ripped and covered in dirt .

His heart skept a beat when he laid his eyes in the direction his hand went . The ice part of his hand was covered in blood , juvias stomach was bleeding and she had a hand over it trying to stop the blood from flowing . What made his heart burst was the spot that he had cut , memories flew through his mind when he saw the familiar scar that he had just reopened.

It was like the whole world had stopped moving it was just him and her . He was unable to move , unable to breathe , he couldn't believe what he had just done . No , that wasn't him, he would never , ever hurt her, not in a lifetime . He was not a monster and only monsters hurt the ones they loved , he wasn't one of them , or was that what he thought? Because the picture in front of him said otherwise.

Finally he came to his senses and reached to her , trying to help her . What made his heart ache was that when he reached his hand she jerked away terrified . Her hands were covered in blood and she was groaning in pain, he did that to her . Grays gaze was focused on Juvias scar that was now covered in blood . His head turned immediately when he heard a sound coming the other way . He saw Laxus groaning, laying on the ground badly injured , he was bleeding everywhere and he was covered in bruises .

Gray then realized , he got up from his feet to look around , the whole landscape was covered in ice . From a far he could see Bickslow covered in scratches and bruises laying on the ground unconcious, in the same condition were Evegreen and Freed , his friends , that he just hurt , he did that to them . Gray hated himself even more with each passing second,he tried reaching to Juvia but she would jerk away scared.

" You're a monster" he heard Laxus whisper before he completely lost conciousness. Gray lifted his hands to his head and started shaking . His whole body was trembling. Suddenly he punched the ground and started screaming.

" I did that ! I'm a fucking monster ! Why did I fucking do that? " he was pulling his hair maniacally and punching the ground while screaming. His body froze when he felt her touch again , even though it wasn't warm like before because of the blood covering it , he still recognized her touch .

" Gray - sama ? " he turned his gaze towards her and when he saw her his body immediately relaxed . She wasn't jerking away , she wasn't afraid of him . His eyes fell back to her scar . He reached his hand on top of it and froze it so she wouldn't lose too much blood, even though she already had .

" I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry " he whispered to her and his voice cracked , a tear rolled down his cheek . He felt her thumb wiping it away and he let himself enjoy her touch , but it didnt last long, he quickly realized . He suddenly jerked away .

" No ... you shouldn't be .. comforting me ! I ... this is my fault ... your bleeding because of me ! " juvia had a sincere expression on her face .

" It wasn't you Gray - sama ! Whoever did this to Juvia wasn't you! " Gray raised his eyebrow confused.

" It was me , I lost control and I hurt you... and everyone else ! You should hate me right now " Juvia gently cupped Grays cheek and removed another one of his tears .

"Juvia will never hate you Gray-sama ! Juvia loves you too much to do that !" Gray was looking her straight in the eyes .

" Then why did you jerk away when I tried to help you ? " juvia didnt answer , she couldn't. Gray got up from his knees and still kept his gaze towards Juvia.

" You see ? You know that I'm a monster ,you just cant say it !" Juvia suddenly got up herself struggling a little because of her wound .

" No no ,that's not true ! Gray -sama is not a monster! "

" Then why were you afraid of me ?" Juvias eyes fell in the direction of his body , she gulped loudly.

" Juvia wasn't scared of you ! Juvia was scared of that... " juvia pointed towards Grays body , where his marks were . Gray was once again confused.

" But.. that's a part of me !" Juvia gently grabbed his hand .

" That you have to learn to control or it's going to control you , like it did now! "

Gray started caressing her hand . More tears rolled down his cheek .

" I'm never going to be good enough, am I? Juvia came closer to Gray and grabbed his other hand too .

" Good enough for what darling? " he raised one of his arms and started playing with her locks .

"You! ... you deserve so much better than me " juvia chuckled.

" Gray -sama , you made Juvia better ! "

"What do you mean ?" Gray asked concerned .

" Juvias wasn't always like this ! Juvia was a horrible person once , I was moody and depressed and mean , Juvia wanted to hurt people, make them suffer like she did !" Gray cupped her cheek and brushed some hairs and dirt of her face .

" But you're not like that now ! Now your cheerful and full of life . You give nothing but love and happiness to everyone and you dont expect something back" Juvia smiled .

" Gray - sama you did that ! You made Juvia the person she is today ! If it weren't for you she would have lived her life thinking that she didnt need love " Gray slowly got closer and he gently rested his forehead to hers .

" You deserve all the love in the world " Juvia caressed Grays cheek .

" Gray -sama does too . So please let Juvia show you that you deserve love , like you did to her " Gray finally let out a sincere smile and admired Juvias ocean blue eyes .

"This is a dream " he chuckled and so did Juvia .

" And we deserve to live it , toghether! " Gray smiled and their lips were now a centimeter away .

" Yes , yes we do !"

And finally he did the thing he'd been dying to do for ages . He kissed her. I'm not going to say that the kiss was magical because that's an obvious understatement.

•~ Let's just say that her lips were for only him to kiss , her scent was for only him to smell , her taste was for only him to taste and her heart is for only him to keep .•~

The end

Yep I wrote that last paragraph and I'm proud of it just as I am for the rest of the story so I really hope you like it 😍🌹

@sweetmemories2606

@juvialos-blog

@lovelocksers

@allie-and-her-fandoms ahhh I cant find you its frustrating sorryy !

Thanks to all of you for all the love in the last one I appreciate it I hope you like this one !🌹

#gruvia #juvia lockser #gray fullbuster #gruvia angst #gruvia fanfic #gruvia fanfiction

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citialiin · 4 years

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ZIGGY ✰ STARDUST

i jacked this from @cardinalrot. thank you dad. tagging: @gothsic ; @blossomingbeelzebug ; @betelguide ; @thatcertainnight ; @prophesyed ; you, specifically, reading this.

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

FULL NAME. [ redacted ] * NICKNAME. ziggy GENDER. agender (he/him or they/them) / typically presents as a “man” for simplicity’s sake and also because he doesn’t care enough to think about it for more than 4 seconds HEIGHT. 5′10″ AGE. 26 (earth years) ZODIAC. ??? (he wasn’t born under our stars ... so .......) SPOKEN LANGUAGES. any/all (he doesn’t really know them, though, he uses an internal translator)

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

HAIR COLOR. bright red, seemingly unnatural -- but it’s natural EYE COLOR. left pale blue, right black SKIN TONE. very, very, very pale BODY TYPE. skinny. very skinny/slender/svelte. willowy and tall and bony. good for looking waifish on magazine covers but bad for lifting even vaguely heavy objects. VOICE. posh, nasally, low, the slightest bit condescending. speaks with an english accent despite not being english, let alone human. drawls his vowels and enunciates his letters. his voice is strangely clear and bright when he sings, unlike his somewhat unpleasant speaking tone, and he tends to sing in higher pitches than his speaking voice. DOMINANT HAND. ambidextrous -- but he can only play the guitar left handed POSTURE. very straight and proper, holds his head high and his shoulders square. uncertain if it’s height alone or if he really is looking down upon you. SCARS. small incision in the back of his neck where the translator was placed. barely there and usually covered by a collar or his hair, anyways. TATTOOS. none BIRTHMARKS. a large yellow disc on his forehead, rimmed with a slightly darker yellow/bronze with the slightest hint of a chromatic shift affect due to reflecting/light catching pigment in skin cells. this isn’t unique to him, however, as every member of his race has it. has the tiniest hint of a freckle above his lip, on the left side, and he hates it and wishes he could nuke it off his face. both of these are usually covered, anyways. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). the circular mark, his unusual eyes, his sharp features, his bright hair. everything about him is weird and outlandish and strange, but it helps him maintain a striking, marketable image.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

PLACE OF BIRTH. far away. HOMETOWN. faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar away. SIBLINGS. [ grabs the steering wheel and veers straight into worldbuilding headcanon territory ] the society he comes from is no longer sexually dimorphic and typically doesn’t reproduce the natural way. having evolved far beyond such icky things, they use genetic samples from large swaths of the population to make consistent batches of new individuals -- the genetic samples are screened for defects and aberrations and sort of tossed together into a genome salad, and out comes however many individuals they need to fill in gaps in the population. there’s a lot of consistency in his species due to this: everyone has reddish hair, everyone has heterochromia, everyone is about the same height, etc. so technically, he’s related to everyone in his “batch.” PARENTS. he wouldn’t ever know -- a lot of people, probably

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

OCCUPATION. rockstar -- cultural icon -- celebrity -- musician -- singer -- model -- jerk CURRENT RESIDENCE. london, LA, NYC, but he’s constantly moving and tours quite often CLOSE FRIENDS. few and far in between -- he’s friends with his drummer who is named priscilla but usually goes by the stage name WEIRD, as well as siddharth, his bassist, who goes by sid in his personal life but GILLY on stage. they were the first two humans to encounter him and taught him everything he knows, from how to tie his shoes (aliens wear boots, and you should know this) to the C major scale -- because they are among the few humans who know his secret, he views them as his closest and dearest friends. his stardom isolates him from them, just a little -- he likes the spotlight but they don’t mind just being “the drummer” and “the bassist.” they don’t quite have the star power that he does. his manager -- tama ahinariki, some guy from new zealand who seemed to bumble his way into becoming in charge of one of the most successful musicians of the decade -- also knows he’s an alien, but they tend to be more business partners than close friends. tama is more interested in the money side of things whereas priscilla and sid are only interested in the music. ziggy has stock in the music, money, and his personal brand.

via rp, he’s made some friends with other characters! a few. very few. RELATIONSHIP STATUS. single -- he intends to stay that way. he gets all the action he could ever need from his legion of devoted fans and groupies. even in situations where he’s romantically involved and emotionally invested, he would never consider himself exclusive or monogamous. a lot of tabloids make rumors that he’s involved with cardinal copia, fellow rock icon, but he tends to be sneaky at hiding any time they spent together. it’s hard to keep things private when you’re both massively popular public figures, though. he goes out of his way to be sure no one knows about his predilection for spending time with thomas, because the last thing an awkward alien in disguise needs is a lot of public attention because people think you’re dating a celebrity (who they don’t know is also an alien). he hangs around annie a lot, too, but this is extra extra under wraps, because annie has a stalker named jonathan who may or may not go apeshit and try to tear his head off or something if he finds out. FINANCIAL STATUS. filthy rich. should be guillotined. DRIVER’S LICENSE. doesn’t have one. he has some paperwork, somewhere, with a “real” name and all that, but he has no idea where it is and lets his manager deal with that stuff. CRIMINAL RECORD. none ! clean slate. that doesn’t mean he doesn’t do illegal things, though. he just doesn’t get caught. VICES. smoking, drinking, la cocaina, sex, impulsive spendng, rockstar stuff.

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch | top | bottom | verse. this doesn’t really come up in rp because i dont write nsfw. the way i view it is that he’s lazy and would rather you take care of him than the other way around LIBIDO. pretty high, but it’s difficult for him to have as much sex as he might prefer because, uh, he has, uh, alien..............parts...........and stuff ..... like ....... some parts down there look different ....... so he’s stuck having sex with usually in the dark, under sheets, and he has to zip his pants up really quick afterwards. maybe it’s a little bit hilarious and i just think it’s funny idk LOVE LANGUAGE. selflessness (which is big, for him, king of all douchebags and lord selfish dickhead the third), rambling to you about his day, physical affection, gifts, letting you see him without make up, opening up to you about his life before earth. he might play you music, sing to you or write you songs if he’s feeling particularly sappy. this is stuff reserved for people that he finds himself incredibly romantically/emotionally attached to, though, not the people he has one night stands with. and he almost never forms any sort of lasting attachment to the people he sleeps with casually. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. he tends to fall for people who challenge him in some way, who aren’t easily beguiled by his status and physical looks, but who aren’t outright mean to him. that being said, he is very vain, and he loves being showered in compliments, praise or attention. he matches well with people who can put up with his antics and moodiness and odd behavior. he likes the idea of being someone’s muse or someone’s idol, so he finds himself drawn to other creative types. he has the most intimate/special connections with other nonhuman beings, especially other aliens, cuz he feels like they Get him and he wouldn’t be really giving himself in his fullest form if he had to still play pretend that he was a human being. for whatever reason he goes apeshit for goth guys/dudes with black hair who wear a lot of black. he really doesn’t like people who are too much like him, because HE’S HIM, and you’re YOU, and he really wants it to stay that way. GET OUT OF MY DRESSING ROOM

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. there’s a whole album about him .......... theres a song called “ziggy stardust” ....... HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. singing, music, writing -- he lives for that shid. he likes art in all forms, so he reads, watches movies, looks at paintings -- he has a lot of human culture to catch up on, and he loves all of it, from any time period and any culture. he also likes buying things, shopping, looking nice, gossip. he tends to be a party animal (party alien?) and often indulges in more hedonistic fun. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. his brain is not structured like a human brain. also, head empty. no thoughts. FEARS. being perceived as ugly or untalented, being outed as an alien, being rejected for being an alien, becoming a nobody, losing his social status, becoming a conformist, becoming “outdated” or “uncool” SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. somehow sky high and on the floor at the same time. he usually thinks he can do anything and he’s pretty perfect, but that may just be from a solid few years of repeating that to himself and empty praise given by people who are just crazy obsessed with him -- he built his confidence level on a very shaky foundation, so it’s easy to start making him doubt himself and panic if you know what to criticize him on VULNERABILITIES. a lot of things, and im sick of typing

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spinef0ryou · 5 years

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writing thing

preface for it; its danger days fanfic cuz i love that world. the legion of the rammed that get mentioned are from the bvb album wretched and divine - i read a danger days fanfic that also had wretched and divine mixed in but i haven’t found it since :(. it also has a7x in it as i luv them. jeyn doe, static revenge, and damage are my ocs

edit: @haveyourjustdeserts i forgot to tag u soz and i dont know how to do a read more on mobile

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Jeyn Doe stared out at the horizon from her stall in the Bazaar, frowning in concern as she smoked. The clouds were getting closer. Five days ago, they had been so distant she could barely see them. Now, she could only block them out if she held two fingers out in front of her at eye level.

She wondered what they meant for the desert. The Seniors might know, they’d all grown up out here after their parents left the cities, back around the time of the Helium Wars. She would ask, but when Stat or Dam came back. Stat was off getting food from the inside, and Dam was down below, bartering for miscellaneous stuff she thought they would need, and listening to the waves.

She would ask herself, ask right then, right there, but since the day she first noticed the clouds, she hadn’t been able to see properly.

Taking another look at the clouds, Jeyn’s arm suddenly spasmed, evoking a hiss that was equal parts pain, annoyance, and fear.

Her arm hadn’t hurt in years. She turned it over, elbow down, and peered beneath the tattoos, at the faint hint of scar below. Nothing.

Yet the pain shifted, moving from her arm to her palm, settling under the eye tattoo. The closed lid of the eye was on the top of her hand, and at night she sometimes fancied she saw it flicker to reveal an open eye, the reverse flicking shut, as if it was blinking. Maybe it was.

“Cool ink, dude,” an excited voice said. Jeyn jumped, looking up, nearly setting her stand on fire with the motion. Opposite her stall, across the walkway, was a tall ‘Joy built like a brick shithouse, sat behind his own stall, a smallish table buried under flyers advertising his lighthouse. He was garbed in a ripped up tank top that could have once been white or grey or any pale colour, and black jeans, and combat boots so embellished they looked like they might have rocket blasters in them, a dark red coat slung over his shoulders. His mouth was open in a wide grin, showing horrendous fake rhinestone fangs over his teeth, the dentures missing some stones. She knew him, she realised, though she had never trusted him much.

Shadows, from Sevenfold. “I never thought about eyes on my hands,” Shadows continued. He was absolutely covered in ink, from the neck down. The vast majority seemed to be skulls. It was rumoured there was even some ink where the sun don't shine, but his paramour Val was the only one who could attest to that, and she was keeping mum about it. And Jeyn didn't want to know.

She managed a smile. “It felt like a callin’, me gettin’ ‘em. Like it would help me see,” she joked, even though she meant it in another way entirely. Shadows nodded. He looked like he wanted to say more, but he sat back in his seat, squinting into the distance with a sigh. It was too sunny on the roof, even with the awning the mysterious anonymous owner of the Bazaar had slung across the top. She took a sip from her canteen, waiting for her crew to return.

A minute later, whilst she was cleaning her flick knife with a grimy rag, one of Shadows’s compatriots returned from bartering, a sack slung over his shoulders. Gates, Jeyn thought, though she had never actually met any of them save for Shadows and Christ, and so she couldn’t be sure. Shadows conversed with his crew member for a few seconds, before he stood up and strode over to her stall, sliding into the seat next to her without permission. She snorted at that, looking up, the knife and rag still in her hands. Arrogant bastard. He was frowning faintly, staring out at the horizon. She followed his gaze, at the dark mass on the skyline.

“Have you asked the Seniors about the clouds yet?” Her head snapped towards him at that. Nobody had mentioned them, as far as she was aware, everyone let them be the elephant in the room they ignored, hoping it wouldn't spell trouble for them. “I don’t think they’re clouds. They’re too dense. They’re like, a giant black dust cloud, like a sandstorm. They look like a sandstorm, don’t they? If you imagine a black sandstorm. But they’re not, I don’t think. But I think the Seniors would know what they are.”

He was right. Fear wriggled in her stomach. This wasn’t a sandstorm. They all knew that. Sandstorms were sand coloured, and they moved far faster. This was something more dangerous, something that moved slowly to build itself up. They was slower, and would be far more devastating when they hit the Zones.

“I heard rumours,” she began, wondering why she was telling him, “of the Legion. I never truly believed that they were real, and especially not now. It was thirty years ago, after the first experiments. They must have died out by now.” Shadows nodded, not realising her lie. She was a good liar, especially when it came to her past, and she felt some small pride at that.

“They were heralded by a black mass on the horizon,” he replied, frowning still. The legend was well known.

“I’ll ask around, and ask Dam if she’s heard anythin’. She hears about shite like that.” She took a drag of her smoke, changing the subject. She didn’t want to talk about the Legion, or allude that she had an insight into the workings of the desert that was currently unavailable. Most would think she’d been in the sun too long, and the rest would kill her without a second thought. The Legion of the Damned was a horror story in the desert, one told to Sand Pups around campfires, to stop them from running away. ‘So you won’t get taken by the Soldiers of the Damned’, but the truth was that CROWS were far more likely, and far more dangerous. But the kids, the Pups, needed a bit of fiction in their lives, to take away from the horror of the real world, and any desert kid would kill her if they believed her to be one of the Legion, or have a drop of Legion blood in her veins.

That was a pain, considering she had a good deal more than a drop, and liked being alive. She shook her head at the thought, turning her mind away from the subject. “What are you guys doin’ here? You never usually leave the City.” The City of Evil was Sevenfold’s home in South Zone 5, an underground bunker turned nightclub, where, amongst enough drugs and drink to rival Club Hydro in East 4, deals were made and indentures signed, where secret Pangeas took place to take down other gangs, or to move to control whatever business that had opened up or become leader-less. It doubled as a lighthouse, a safe house, for those who needed a place to stay whilst they fixed themselves, and had made a name for itself as such. There were also rumours of seances, of rituals and ceremonies to raise the dead, but Jeyn thought that was bullshit. As far as she knew, she was the only 'Joy who could raise the dead, and she didn't know how to do that.

“Oh, we do. We send Christ to the Batt once in a while, to snatch Battery Acid and drink. Well,” Shadows conceded, “he pays for the Acid. They’re from the Lobby, so he gotta pay. God knows the Juvie Halls need the money. But the drink? He snatches that from 24:7s. Once every couple weeks. The rest comes from the Distillers." It was likely Christ was an ex-Runner, she thought, and had lasered off the Runner ink. Interesting, considering how hated the Runners were in certain circles. Jeyn filed that away for later. Maybe she would ask Dam if it was true. "And one of us is here so often we're all but in the Bazaar’s inbox. I don’t leave my office much, though. Too much work to do. But we’re here to put up flyers, showin’ our lighthouse, and I'm here to help. It can’t hurt, and the desert needs more lighthouses.”

“The flyers are only showin’ the City as a place for a good time, though, I imagine,” Jeyn said, narrowing her eyes, “not as a place for covert business. Not as a place for Pangeas and deals.” She had never trusted angel cakes, even if the City was a well known lighthouse that helped people back on their feet better than most hostels. She liked Shadows well enough, but she steered clear of angel cakes and honey buns, and got a real HB vibe off him sometimes.

“How do you know that?” Shadows snapped his head round to give her a hard look, squaring himself against her like she was a Drac. His hand was slowly going for his gun. She kept half an eye on it.

“I’m not stupid,” she returned, flicking ash onto the ground. “I make ink for a livin’, and Stat puts the ink in people. We go places. We hear things.” She gestured with her hand. “The waves are loud, if you move from place to place. And we've been to the City before.”

“And I suppose Damage hears more than you two, given how she spends her time,” he asked. Jeyn nodded. Dam was a damn good actress, always more sober than she appeared, and snooping in bars with her great hearing got the gang loads of information. The best, though, came from getting the ingredients Jeyn needed. Dam could hear so much, travelling around to get what Jeyn needed, and the bars were only used to verify what she heard.

“Most of what she hears is in the waves, and the rest rumours in the static, when she wanders to get ingredients. But not enough about the shite over there.” She pointed with her cigarette at the horizon, her stomach twisting uneasily as she glanced at it. Was it bigger than it had been ten minutes ago, or was it just her imagination? She turned away to gaze at the Bazaar. ‘Joys were wandering aimlessly, trading goods, though most skipped over her stall. Down below, she could hear more bartering, and she fancied she could hear her crew bartering themselves, though she knew that was absurd. She turned again, at a whisper in her ear.

“What are you here for? Tattoos? Or because you knew I’d be here?” Shadows was far closer than he had been a minute ago, his voice a cold hiss, his eyes like chips of dirty ice. His hand was on his blaster. Jeyn refused to give in to his intimidation, save for palming her knife, her fingers tightening around its’ leather-bound grip. Shadows was as paranoid as her.

“It’s true I would like to rent out an alcove in the City, and was plannin’ on speakin’ to whichever of your crew I could. But we’re just here to do business. Like you, and I didn't know you would be here. But we’re nearly always here. We’re pretty much always in the Bazaar’s inbox. Like Christ. We're here for business, as usual.” As she spoke, she saw Shadow’s companion handing out a flyer with an easy grin. Shadows gave her a long look, his eyes narrowed.

“You wanna do readin’s in the City?” She nodded, ignoring his skepticism.

“It’s easier when I’m in an enclosed environment.” That was a lie. It was because Dam would hear the waves better, if she couldn’t read the stars there. But he didn’t have to know that.

Shadows considered the offer.

“‘Kay. But only if you ink all of us.”

“Okay.” That was a fairer deal than she had expected, especially given how sensitive the truth of the City was to him. “But what if they don’t want ink?”

“They’re not stupid. Neither am I. Do you think us floral-eyes?”

“No.” Jeyn shifted in her seat, gripping her knife again, wondering when she loosened her grip and where the conversation was going. Shadows carried on as if he hadn’t seen the movement, though he was so ruthless and cunning he must have done. “Everyone you have ever inked hasn’t been ghosted. Not ever. They’ve got fatals that healed without the medical attention they needed and couldn’t get.” He took a breath, lighting his own smoke. His next words were so quiet she initially believed she misheard him. “Damage isn’t the only one who knows how to listen to the waves. Your mom was in the Legion, wasn’t she?”

After a few seconds, Jeyn realised she hadn’t misheard him. She felt cold all over. Most people never even believed in the Legion, let alone entertained the possibility that one of it’s own was walking among them.

She should gut him. She should gut him like she gutted chickens. She had her knife. She could kill him now, and fight off Gates when he noticed what she had done before she could make an escape. Christ and the other two weren't there, she could easily fight two, even if she got permanently kicked out of the Bazaar.

They needed an alcove in the City. Think of that. Think of the alcove.

She sat up straight to look him in the eye.

“You obviously believe in that stuff. But you won’t know shit about it. You won’t know where it began, or how it ended. I doubt you even know what actually happened. And believe me, you don’t want to know.”

“Are you threatenin’ me?” His voice was a low growl.

Both were angry now. Before she could reply, a voice cut in, his shadow falling across the pair.

“What are you two doin’? Doe looks like you stole her stew. Well,” Gates grinned. “Her matches. I don’t think I’ve ever come across anyone who smokes as much as her.”

“Shadows came over to me to talk for whatever reason, and he’s pissin’ me off enough that I’m plannin’ on guttin' him, and maybe you,” Jeyn snapped, and Gates flinched back, his smile replaced with hurt that had her absurdly guilty for her fractiousness. It’s not my fault it’s easy to razz my berries, she told herself.

“Well, please don’t,” was all he said before going back to his own stand, watching them with a beady eye. Jeyn watched him go, then spoke to Shadows, her eyebrows pulled down into a frown.

“Why are you here? Not Sevenfold, cuz I see Gates, and who I imagine is Christ here all the time, but you’re never here. You don’t often leave the City.”

“Listenin’ to the waves. Readin’ the stars. Whatever you wanna call it.” He was silent for a second, before looking around and leaning in to whisper. “We heard a few waves, and wanna know if it’s true. About where you come from.”

Oh, witch. He must be good at reading the stars, if he had heard rumours of her that even Dam hadn't heard.

“What did you hear?” Jeyn didn’t even know if she wanted to know.

“Stuff about your tattoos. About your gang. About links to external forces.”

None of that sounded good, for any of them. Especially her, but the implication of Stat and Dam would ruin them.

Silence fell in their corner for a few seconds, and Jeyn listened to the sound of bartering ‘Joys before speaking, making up her mind. She was sick of deceiving people, and it was better if Shadows knew from her, rather than what his crew heard in the waves.

“Have you heard of the Vista?” It was an empty question, but as good a place to begin as any.

“Of course,” Shadows snorted. “The only ones who haven’t are Puppies, or Floral Eyes.” She ignored the sally.

“Have you heard of the Huxley Project?” That was less well known, and she could narrow it down, if he didn’t pick it up himself.

“Enough to have a rough idea. Your mom was one of the rats?”

She shook her head. That was too long ago.

“Her parents were. My da was likely the offspring o’ two, too.” She had never known her grandparents, or even her parents. She had been found on the step of Hot Chimp’s shack as a baby, left to be raised by the DJ network.

“You got magic, then.” He expelled smoke with an assessing look. Yet again, he was just off the mark. She was just thankful he wasn't trying to kill her.

“Not magic. More like, the Second Sight, but not really that, either. It’s probably a combination of torture and radiation on both sides of my family. They Deadpooled my grandparents, and it's passed down into me. I got no links to external forces, save for my blood, and my gang aren’t weird, just me.”

Shadows accepted that answer.

“If you do prophecy, what’s the deal with the magic ink? That’s not Sight.” She didn’t answer, letting him work it out. He wasn’t stupid. “That’s what you meant about intent. Last year.” He frowned at her. “That still doesn’t answer my question.”

“I can talk with the ghosted,” she said quietly. “That's my 'talent', what I got from my parents. It started ten years ago. One of the ghosted taught me charms. Anyone can make safe ink, if they know what to put in it. But if the maker knows the properties of the ingredients, the divine properties, then the ink can be blessed or cursed. I would never curse anyone, but that means I can never make ink when I’m angry at someone. If they end up gettin’ that tainted ink, they could die, their arm slip in battle or somethin’, and if I curse the ink especially for someone, it would poison them. That's what I meant about intent.” She took a breath. “It’s the same with other stuff. It’s not just ink. The dead tell me about whoever I’m readin’ for, what they’ve done and what they will do, and I’ll decide whether to make a charm for them or not. Those who are charmed, won’t die unless I break the charm.”

“How do you see? The eyes?” He pointed at the eye on the back of her hand. She hoped it wouldn’t blink.

“They help. I charmed the ink to help, when I was makin’ it. I charm all the ink to help whoever will get it. But it’s more effective if I know who I’m makin’ it for. But the eyes came after I first saw, a couple years later. I made the ink, with directions from the dead. They’re like glasses, but for ghost-chattin’.” She didn’t mention how she thought the eyes blinked.

“That’s why you want an alcove.” Shadows was quiet, his eyes focused on the clouds. “Not because you want an enclosed space, or whatever bullshit you made up earlier. If you needed an enclosed space, you could use your camper-van. You want the alcove because you want to do as many readin’s as possible. To make charms for them. For all of them, all of us, and the City is the perfect place to do it. That’s right, isn’t it? Am I right?” She didn't meet his gaze.

“The ghosted are gettin’ agitated, like somethin’s ‘appenin’. But I can’t see them. Not since the clouds appeared. Not like they’ve moved on, more like someone blindfolded me. But before the clouds, they were anxious, like somethin’s gonna happen. Like a battle, that would determine the future,” she finished quietly. “I can’t fight, not since the Pig Bomb, but I can protect those who will.”

Shadows accepted that answer.

“How do you make the charms?”

“Ribbons and gifts and cards. I make many decks. Dam’s barterin' for paint and cards, not just ink ingredients.”

“Would you make some? For us?”

Jeyn shook her head.

“I’ll make them for those who are likely to dust out in the upcomin’ battle. It hard to make effective cards. That's why I don’t do it often. But if I want to make a charm to keep someone alive and safe, I can’t just use a card and replace it. I have to make an entirely new deck. If I just replaced the whole card, the charm would be less effective, and you’re all gettin’ inked, anyway. Besides, you’ll have a different role. But if the ghosted tell me otherwise, I’d do that for you. Preferably a ribbon charm, but if your role is bigger, more dangerous, it’ll be a deck each. And you gotta keep the deck about you at all times. The charm’ll lose it’s potency if a card gets lost or harmed.”

“What if you can’t talk to the ghosted anymore,” he asked quietly, nervously. “What if the clouds have gotten rid of your ability to talk to the ghosted? What about then?”

“I’ll have to divine.” That was not a prospect she enjoyed.

“Is that harder?” She nodded.

“I’ve only done it a few times. The first time, I nearly died myself. I lost so much blood. And you don't want to leave, the pull of the Otherside is too strong. Mother War had to stick a needle in my hand to bring me back the first couple times. Quite a few times. And if I do it for somethin’ so important, someone'll have to write down what I learn. The only other person who could do that for me would probably end up bein’ another Legion kid," she snorted bitterly, "so that's no fuckin' use. They’re probably all gone. I’m probably the last one left.” Shadows ignored her bitterness.

“Where do you go?”

“Out of body experience. I fuckin', shunt outta my own mouth and float about as a ghost. I can see the other ghosts then, when I can't otherwise. If I wander far enough, or am out long enough, my body begins to shut down, and I can talk to the Witch. That happened the first time. And last time. Dam had to blast my arm, right on," she broke off, not wanting to talk about her damaged arm. The pain still throbbed. She rolled up her sleeve to show him the twisted scar tissue. It was over the original scar, so that was no longer visible. “Here. So now my ink's fucked up and I got a gnarly scar. But there have been others who have been able to talk to the ghosted. They weren't persecuted, this was before the Legion was well known. There was one, I forgot his name, but he was pretty famous, and he lost his ability, so he had to divine.”

“What happened,” Shadows asked, though she knew he was guessing the answer.

“He died. Bled out. That's what happens when you're on your own.” She exhaled smoke to emphasise her point, and stubbed it out, lighting another one. Shadows stood with a sigh, guessing the conversation was at an end, and walked slowly back his stand. Another of his teammates had returned, it appeared they were all there, had all returned whilst she was bickering with Shadows. He appeared to talk to his teammates for a while, but Jeyn was distracted by the reappearance of her crew. Stat was bearing two crates of food; Dam had a full sack slung over her back, and both wore wide grins.

Jeyn had dispersed nearly all her business cards and had inked twelve people, despite not being as good as Stat at inking, so she had equally good news. The three packed up for the day, and left to their base in the Bunkers.

“She really is spooked, isn’t she,” J murmured to Shadows, his dark eyes following the trio as they left, focused on the middle girl. “It’s always easy to annoy her, but she’s even more razzed than usual.”

“Yeah.” Shadows watched the trio leave, watched Jeyn glance back at the clouds. “And full of tales and knowledge. I’d brush it off as a Legionnaire gone insane from their powers, but she’s clear-eyed. Paranoid cuz her lot are hunted and killed, but clear-eyed. She was pissed that I knew she was one, but she conceded the information quick enough, like she needed to tell someone. But I don’t think she normally would tell anyone. Somethin’s definitely happenin’ soon.” He took a breath. “The clouds aren’t just Legion bullshit. You just have to look at them to know that. There's a storm comin', if it even is one, and she's our best hope."

"I hope she doesn't flake when we need her," Gates replied bitterly.

“She's gonna be twistin’ ribbons and beads and paintin’ cards and tellin’ fortunes. And Stat will be inkin’ everyone. They won’t have much danger to deal with. And they’ve rented an alcove. I think. We spent more time pissin’ each other off than makin’ a deal. But she wants an alcove, and Static and Damage are too stubborn to recant. She won’t flake.”

#my writing #this is my first time posting my writing to tumblr please enjoy #long post #helena speaks

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socksual-innuendos · 5 years

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Im bored so yall get some Graham chatter. I think trying to fit Joshua into a redemption arc in HH takes away a lot of what makes him a good character. The man is performative and skeevy as fuck and it gives him better angle than ‘guy trying to do good but fucks up’ ever will. The DLC forces you to partake in some way with their war against the White Legs, and from an outsiders’ POV (which you have) you only know a few things. Objectively, you know that Graham is ex-Legion and was known for his brutality as Legate. Subjectively, we hear from Chalk he’s changed and Daniel/New Canaan accepted him back and kept him for the past five years. Other than that you have to draw your own conclusions on the man.

Which we know how he acts during the DLC, but we have no idea how Graham was during those five years before HH. I dont know if Daniel knew him personally, but he has dialogues relating to Graham that I dont think can be chalked up to “We knew what he did as Legate”. What I mean, when Daniel tells you that Graham will burn everything along side him, hes pulling from time he’s spent around Graham rather than what he knows of the Legate, necessarily. God forgives and forgets, so why wouldn’t New Canaan? If they don’t condemn him for being Legate, then why would Daniel say what he does about Graham if those qualities still didnt hold true. After all, he does warn you that Joshua will try very hard to convince you to his side, and that we “dont know him”. Makes me wonder if he had tried to convince part of his own tribe to join in his efforts.

I thought this was a bug at first but I think its worth mentioning on the off chance it isnt. My courier wasnt willing to help Graham when they first talked. She also wasnt gonna put in effort to shake down Daniel. If you give Graham a hard time about helping, he stops talking to you outside of a greeting dialogue and the quest to find items never triggers. I didnt try talking to Daniel afterwards, but if this was intentional in the story it again shows you how bent Graham is on his goals and how prideful he still is. Not willing to help? He isnt going to beg, and you already decided to be stubborn. Go ahead and try to survive this valley without the map.

And heres the kicker I think people miss. He knows how to appear and what to say to get what he wants. I think a lot of people discredit him in strategical areas because its easy to fall into a “loooool he fell into an obvious trap at Boulder City ecks-dee” joking mindset. He was still a Legate for 30 something years, he isnt a complete idiot, but we can see how his ego gets in the way of his rational thinking. And to the people who want to give him a chance or want to believe he’s better, he’s playing directly on that soft spot. He says a lot of things that he /thinks/ will convince you he’s in this for the ‘right’ reasons, that he’s not falling back into old tendencies, but he can later confess it was all for personal revenge. Hell, his dialogues about Caesar, ‘hate the sin love the sinner, but theres a lot of sin to look through’ seems to be poorly tailored considering he never once openly condemns /LEGION/ (never Legion, just Caesar). And why should he? He helped make the damn thing, a lot of the rules were likely his own convictions.

Which raises the issue of not knowing how I want to take his “best” ending. I dont recall the exact words, but they were along the lines of ‘the tribes dont need to see you do this’ to get him to stop. He then confesses he “always has that fire”, which regardless of whether he means that in a repentant way or just telling us what he thinks we want to hear, shows that he /does know/ what his issues are. Furthering that, he does change his behavior enough when not killing Salt that it warrents a seperate ending. Its only /slightly/ different, he still likes power and violently asserting it or whatever, but he shows mercy at times without needing someone standing over him to tell him to do it (which infantilizes him, like he isnt aware of what hes doing— false) nor does he do it because he thinks people are watching (in which he’d be completely unrepentant and would act the way he percieves others want him to act— also false). Its another layer of character, because regardless of how exactly he views the Dead Horses, he still budges enough on his brutality (showing he can and did make conscious effort to chill) that it goes noticed. On the flip side, he actually gets /worse/ if you let him have revenge. Youre teetering his scales, but I wont say one side is “road to redemption”, but I cant place both as “evil” either.

But yeah, Ill say it again. I do not think Graham staying with the Dead Horses allows him any sort of ‘redemption’ ending or allowance to change for the ultimate better. It still enables him to fall back into old, bad habits regardless of what the courier does and how it effects him. Which this again wraps back to my original thought of veiwing him through a “made for a redemption arc” looking glass detracts from his character and weakens his writing sevearly.

#joshua graham #hes a fun character because they leave bread crumbs to the big #this wasnt a j grahams got better story #this was seeing an ex legate in action and a glimpse into how he ran the show back in the legion #like i dont want to give him too much credit #but being second in command of legion isnt an attack dog position #he lead troops #he was the one to help conquer tribes #he has to have some strategy to him #it couldnt have all been caesar #n he uses the same skeevy shit inthe dlc to convince you to do what he wants #hilariously since you use just about nothing of the original shit they send you out for #and that it mostly benefits daniels get up and leave plan #i like to think he was testing the waters for how much youd listen to him #or at least how well you handled yourself #anyway #skeevy boi

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ruffiorocks · 5 years

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you mentioned Brainy being selfless, could you talk more about that? I haven't heard that from too many people, but it's a really interesting perspective

Hi! You know you’re the first person to ask me a question using this :-)

So in regards to Brainy being selfless: I hope you dont mind bullet points!

. So Brainy joined the Leigon because he was inspired by Supergirls idealism. This is a guy who has a 12th Level Intellect and he chose to use that to help people rather than become crazy like previous Braniac’s we have heard of. Instead of using his intellect in service to himself, he wants to help others.

. Brainy tends to make decisions off of logic and calculations rather than any personal feelings. He doesn’t let feelings cloud his judgement.

. Brainy could no longer go back to the future, because the evil Braniac had created a plague to wipe out other AI’s. So Brainy told Mon El that the future needed leaders and heroes and Winn to take his place. Brainy saw what was important, Mon El didnt want to return to the future, but Brainy told him what he needed to hear, not what he wanted to hear.

. When Kara was infected with Kryptonite and Brainy/Lena were having issues trying to cure her, Brainy got so frustrated with himself because he couldn’t find a solution. He even started crying, the thing is Lena had to point this out to him. Brainy was surprised and then defended himself saying he wasn’t a robot! Lena then told him her ‘boxes’ solution. Its not the healthiest way to deal with feelings, but at the time Brainy listened. he put away his personal feelings to save Kara.

. Brainy has said, and i quote ‘Lena is always right!’ Brainy does not have any prejudice feelings towards Lena, (not like others). Brainy hasn’t seen Lena do anything dodgy, he sees her for her and the help she has provided, this is what he chooses to focus on. Whether or not you’re a Lena supporter, Brainy judges by what he has seen, not rumor, or hearsay, or focusing on someones bad family connections. I actually think Brainy should spend more time with Lena, they could be great friends. They worked so well together the last few times they have.

. After Lena told Brainy about the boxes, he took her advice, ignored his own personal feelings and was able to find the solution to their issue to save Kara.

. Brainy has a habit of saying ‘Long Live the Legion!’ before he does anything. He doesnt say ‘Long Live Me!’ Brainy serves a higher cause, something bigger than himself and he is devoted to it because he believes its right.

. Brainy doesnt get a kick out of being violent, or using weapons to fight his enemies. Remember when he let the COL beat each other up with ‘Physics’? He didnt lay a hand on them. He’s probably trained in all manner of self defense but isnt a violent person.

. Other characters on the show have begun relationships just because they thought the other was hot, thats of course fine! But when Brainy started to get to know Nia it was just because he asked if he could get to know her. It had nothing to do with her being hot, or wanting to get into her pants. Brainy wanted to know her for herself.

. Brainy does have a fault though, he is quite smug about being smarter than everyone else. He does tend to really bring it to peoples attention, BUT he doesnt do it to be malicious. He had spent the majority of his time arguing with Winn and telling him he was smarter than him. But when it came to Brainy trying to convince Winn to go to the future he showed him Winn’s own designs and just how smart he actually is.

. ooh! And Brainy tried to leave money for Jonn in exchange for his help, even when Jonn told him no.

I hope that was enough! There is a lot more, but it would take forever, Basically Brainy doesn’t do anything for the benefit of Brainy. He doesn’t stand around letting people take his picture and he doesn’t reveal his identity for the fame. He really likes Nia and genuinely wants to get to know her, he also wants to help her become Dreamer. He wanted to know Nia before he knew she had powers. He enjoys making friends with people and doesn’t ask for anything in return. He respects Lena and he doesn’t judge her on the things she does or shoot down any idea that comes out of her mouth. Brainy also has the ability to be a real villain, like Indigo (a relative) and other Braniacs. But instead he chooses to serve the Legion, later the DEO and now the Super friends with his powers to ensure the safety of the present and the future. Brainy doesn’t ask for help then treat the person who helped like garbage or as if they should be under suspicion. In fact Brainy hasnt done anything at all that i can see or remember that made him look bad or was in service to him.

#brainac 5 #querl dox #supergirl

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nancywheelxr · 5 years

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Winn wakes up in the DEO.

Or at least, it looks like the DEO- it’s so cold, to begin with, and it was never warm in the first place. And when he walks up the stairs to take a look out of the balcony, there’s nothing to look at, and everything’s just a little too… shimmery? Shiny, maybe, or glossy- it doesn’t look real. It’s kind of blurred at the edges, too, like a filter was placed over it, or maybe the filter is over his own vision.

But as much as he rubs at his eyes, it doesn’t go away, and though that on its own is concerning, the worst part is that there’s nobody else there. The place is completely empty, though all the electronics are intact- but there’s no J’onn, or Kara, or Alex, or even the agents who’ve helped him that he always thought quietly resented him just for being there. Not even the Legion is present, there’s no Mon-El, or Imra, or Brainy…

Their absences leave a gaping hole of loneliness inside him, that spreads through this whole place- he’s been away from it for too long, he wishes it were real but it isn’t and it won’t stop reminding him of that- and it certainly isn’t helped when he calls out, “Hello? Anyone home?” and his words just echo like he’s hearing his own shadow talking back to him.

Or his own ghost.

“Hello, Winslow.”

Speaking of ghosts…

“Dad.” Winn says, voice flat. It isn’t even a question, because that’s his father’s image, recreated flawlessly in this- well, Kara wanted to call it a mind-palace, but that term is far too nice for what he’s experiencing.

It’s his personal Bad Place, or as he’d first referred to it, his mind-prison- and there’s no better prison guard than the one he’d grown up knowing was behind bars.

Only a matter of time before you’re in a cage, too, he thinks, but he’s been caged since he woke up, and all he wants is for his father to get it over with and put him in one for real.

It would at least be preferable to this. To his father looking at him, staring and judging, as Winn sees nothing in his eyes.

“What are you doing here?” Winn asks. “I mean- how are you even here? You died in the 21st century, I saw your body- it exploded, your protégé carried out your last request and she got what she deserved too. Haven’t you tortured me and my family enough?”

“More like you have tortured mine.” Winslow Senior- or the being that looks like him- says. “I am your father, and all I wanted was to keep my family together. Especially you and I. And I was willing to do anything to make sure of that.”

“Yeah, I know!” Winn insists. “You were willing to send us both to prison, for that- and now we’re both here. In my mind- where I thought I was finally free of you.”

“This is your mind.” Winslow Senior says. “But you know you will never be rid of me. My genes are still within you- what was it you said, the gruesome way you described it- ah, yes. A ticking time bomb. And they have already gone off, you know. Your friends hate you, for what you did to them.”

“At least I didn’t murder anyone.”

“Not yet.”

“But perhaps you will- who knows, Winn, what the body is willing to do if it’s controlled? Especially by such sophisticated machines. It’s like pulling puppet strings, making it look so real- as if the Winn that your friends all know and love truly is the one destroying the Legion from the inside out.”

“I can stop it.” Winn says. “I’ll escape you somehow-“

He looks around the room, trying to will himself away… trying to imagine something, some kind of key to a door he can’t see yet. Kara didn’t go too into depth about her own experiences, but he knows that Brainy helped her realize what was really important to her. Who she really was, despite what had happened to her and what had caused that.

Winn wishes Brainy was here now, despite how he knows he’d probably be far less helpful for him than he was for Kara. He could tell, from their first meeting, that Brainy had a crush on Kara- even though Brainy probably didn’t know that word himself- and though they’d become friendlier to each other over time, he and Winn still hadn’t been on the best of terms. They hadn’t even really talked one-on-one, before switching places, but if he had to admit it, he hoped he was doing okay, and that Brainy thought the same of him.

How disappointed he would be, if or when he found out the truth…

But the point was that Brainy already had helped him. Before, just by showing him his own design, he’d given Winn the confidence to do what he had always been ready for, what he’d been doing long before the Legion came along.

What he had done, in fact, at another DEO base, with another Brainiac, a month and a half after his father broke out of prison.

“I will escape you- Brainiac.”

He can’t deny it. It’s the only explanation, Brainiac’s been messing with his head- no better way to stop a threat to your plans than attack its mastermind, right?- and he’s only mad that he didn’t figure it out sooner.

Because wasn’t he trying to do the same thing, really? Wasn’t he working on figuring out a way to get at Brainiac himself, get into his head and shut him down just like Indigo?

Were he and Brainiac really any different?

“I know everything about you, you know.” Brainiac says, in his father’s voice- but it sounds deeper now, almost ancient. His eyes are surrounded by shadows, like he’s been punched, and dark veins stand out on his neck. When Winn looks him in the eyes, they’ve gone completely black, and he could swear he’s slowly turning blue- although maybe that’s just the lighting.

Or he’s still going crazy, even inside his own mind. It’s hard to tell.

“Yeah, no kidding.”

“You have constantly been underestimated, but you were far more of a threat than even I foresaw.” Brainiac answers. “Capable of far more- for a human, of course.”

“I’ve heard that before.”

“I am aware.” Brainiac continues. “But people underestimated your father, as well- they expected much from him, took advantage of him, and when he got justice for himself, they didn’t understand. Did you not feel underestimated, when you worked at this very place? When you told them you were moving on, did they not try to convince you to stay?”

“I guess so, but they did that because they were gonna miss me.” Winn says.

“You are lying to yourself.” Brainiac says. “They do not care about you- only your work. And when they save the day, do they ever thank you? Do they give you credit, for what you’ve done?”

“…”

“You deserve justice.” Brainiac answers. “You should make them see what kind of person you really are.”

“I’m not like my father.” Winn says. “That’s what you’re implying, isn’t it? Well, it isn’t working. I know who I am, and I know I’m capable- but that comes from me. Not him. And I certainly don’t need you to remind me of that.”

Brainiac glares at him.

“You will not stop me.” He says. “I am prepared for anything you might do- and unlike you, I am not afraid of my enemy.”

“Does this look afraid to you?” Winn asks, raising his hand. He wills it to be sharp, to do what he hopes it will.

Then, he plunges it into Brainiac’s head.

#submission #oh my goddd!!!!#this is amazinggg #winn standing up for himself!#the best #and brainiac appearing as winns father oh god of course he would do that #and playing on winns fear of being like him #i love this so much

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bastardsonofday · 6 years

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That Escalated Quickly

Elain stans and elucien stans please dont hate me i only wrote them like this because im basing their relationship off of acofas

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Prompt: Fighting

I only have a few prompts left in this series :(

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It doesn’t start as a fight. It starts as a simple disagreement, as these things always do. Then it escalates.

It always escalates.

When Lucien’s parents fought he would hide in his room. When his brothers fought he would hide in the city surrounding the castle. (They would always come looking for him after they’d thrown a few punches, because then they could pin it on him, and to pin the fight on him they would have to make it look good of course, and that always meant pain on his end.) When he and Tamlin fought he would dodge the bursts of magic his friend would put out, thanking the Mother that he was quick enough. When he and Feyre fought, one of them would storm off after things went too far (as they always did) and they wouldn’t speak for a while.

But when he and Elain fought-

Well, that was just the kicker, wasn’t it? They never fought, because to fight they would need to say more than two words to one another.

Like today. Like this time.

It starts as something stupid. Lucien is back to speak to Rhysand and Feyre about the goings on in the Mortal Realms (of which he’s been visiting a lot) and he stops by to steal a glimpse of Elain, like he always does. (He can’t help it.)

She’s in her garden. She’s enjoying herself, planting and weeding. She’s been hard at work (Feyre writes) building it up. She’s proud of it.

She should be, Lucien thinks, it’s beautiful.

She sits back on her heels, just to wipe the sweat from her brow, when she catches a glimpse of him in the doorway.

She catches his eye, and neither look away for a minute. At last, she breaks the gaze, looking back down at her work, only to cut her hand on her equipment. Elain hisses and stands, eyes wide at the large amount of blood pouring from her hand. The wound begins to close up on its own and Elain lets out a heavy breath, as if she had forgotten it could do that. But Lucien is already on his way over to her, to ask if she’s okay.

She says she is and to go away.

He tells her that her morning glories are in the wrong place if she wants them to bloom at night.

She tells him that she knows where the optimal place to put them is, thank you very much, and if he truly wanted to be helpful he would bugger off.

He apologizes (with a bit of spite in his tone), he was just trying to help.

And, as said before, it escalates.

Lucien doesn’t know how it gets to the point where he’s in the garden of the House of Wind screaming his head off while getting his ear bitten off by the woman he’s screaming at, but it does. And Lucien feels like he wants to vomit. He hates arguing, he hates yelling. He hates it all. Especially when he sees Elain’s face contorted in such ways, spewing such angry declarations at him. About how she never wanted to be made like this, and the fact that he’s still here—still trying to talk to her—is proof of just how much his hand was played in the creation of this abomination she is now.

He’s shouting that he didn’t choose this either, and how if he could he’d be dead long before now, but he’s not and that he didn’t make her this way but here she is and she must get used to it. So he still wants to talk to her on occasion, how can she blame him for that! They’re bound together and nothing will change that! He isn’t asking for her heart or her love or even her approval, he just wants them to be able to have a normal conversation without her freezing him out.

She shouts how he should never have come back to the Night Court and he says that he was on his way out as it was and he was just being polite and she roped him into this argument in the first place.

Then Elain says that if he was going as it was, and if this is all her fault anyway, why not just leave? Just leave her here right now and never return, she was sorry for keeping him from his oh-so-important duties or whatever.

Lucien shouts fine, he’ll leave, he’ll never come back. Any more conversation he has with anyone won’t be in the Night Court at all! That way she never has to deign to look on his face ever again! It’s not like he likes seeing her anyway. It’s too painful, and besides, he has other friends now, other people to hold onto. People who treat him like he should be treated.

Fine! Elain bellows at him across the garden. Be that way. Go on! She cries, go on and never come back! He disgusts her! He’d be better off dead.

Fine! Lucien shouts back.

Fine! Elain responds.

Fine!

And Lucien storms out.

Elain doesn’t see him after that. Not for a while. Things are happening, she knows, bad things. Wars brew and people contract illnesses. Wars are waged and people die. Elain still doesn’t see Lucien.

It’s years later, so very many years. Feyre and Rhysand have children. Nesta is healthy and happy. Amren is happy with Varian, and pregnant. Cassian leads legions as he always had before but is giddy as an uncle. Azriel fights him for the title of ‘the fun uncle’ and still knows everything before everyone else. Elain still works in her garden. (He was right, the morning glories get better coverage a little while over and bloom beautifully in the night, not that she ever tells him that.)

And still, Elain hasn’t see Lucien since that day.

So when Vassa shows up at their door, Elain doesn’t know what to say.

He’s gone. Vassa tells her. The Queen had asked to speak in private, Elain hadn’t seen the point; now she understands why. Last night. Gone. Just like that. Vassa thought Elain should know.

Elain wonders why she didn’t feel it. She’s numb. She sits down, unable to understand why she couldn’t tell that he was dead on her own. She could always feel it up until then, when he was angry, when he was happy, when he was sad. While she hadn’t seen him since that day, that didn’t mean she hadn’t felt him.

So why didn’t she feel him now? Why had he left without a trace?

Why were their last words a fight?

It escalates so fast, Elain thinks, one minute they’re just disagreeing about where to put the morning glories and then next she wishes him death.

And he accepts it.

Fine. He had said to her. Fine. As if in agreement, as if he would have been better off dead.

Fine!

And just like that, (years, she has come to learn, are shorter when you have almost eternity) he’s gone.

Sometimes Elain wonders what could have been, had they not fought, had she said something different.

She likes to replay the moments over and over in her head, changing insults to see how the scenario would change, but every time it ends the same way. With the same escalation.

When Elain’s parents fought, she would go to the nursery and hide with her sisters. When Elain’s sisters fought, she would retreat to her pathetic garden. When her sister and her father fought, Elain would stand bashfully in the corners of the room, forbidden to leave until her sister spoke what she had to say.

But none of those fights had ever ended up like this. So why did this one?

Because sometimes, that’s just how things are. Slowly, Elain begins to accept that. Sometimes, that’s all two people are good for, she believes, just fighting.

Even though they only fought once.

Sometimes, once is enough.

#diana writes #diana writes a court of thorns and roses #diana writes lucien vanserra #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #acofas

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sigurdjarlson · 6 years

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faelilia gaillen

ooooh my werewolf girls :D

(*coughs* this..got long I’m so sorry)

*pulls pics out like a proud mother just in case anyone wants to see them*

Full Name: Faelilia Sherwood (Gaillen calls her “Sunshine”)

Gender and Sexuality: Female, bisexual

Pronouns: she/her

Ethnicity/Species: Human/Worgen (class: druid)

Birthplace and Birthdate: Gilneas but I don’t have a date. I’d say she’s in her mid twenties.

Guilty Pleasures: Sweets. Honestly, she just wants a peaceful life but you know..it’s World of Warcraft. She just wants to help people, enjoy nature, and just be with Gaillen.

I wouldn’t call it a guilty pleasure but she does love to garden. Herbalism is one of her profs. As well as alchemy. She loves reading and she’d honestly be happy to just live in a little cottage in the woods, with her wife and live a quiet little life with all of these things combined and more

This is kind of a guilty pleasure. She does enjoy the thrill of the hunt which seems kind of weird for a druid. Maybe it’s the wolf in her or maybe it’s not. She soothes her own guilt with the knowledge that it’s simply the cycle of life. She thanks them for their sacrifice and makes sure no part goes to waste.

Simultaneously she still loves and cares for all living things. She might snatch up a rabbit for dinner and then take care of a bird with a broken wing later that day. It’s kind of contradictory I suppose but..the circle of life goes on. She can’t stand unnecessary suffering though and will step in if the situation warrants it.

Phobias: Losing Gaillen again. She’s long made peace with the fact she will die one day but Gaillen? She doesn’t want to live through that again. She lost her once and she doesn’t want to lose her again. She’d never voice it but she hopes she dies before Gaillen does because she can’t do that again. No amount of optimism would be able to make that pain go away because she would be gone.

This isn’t a phobia but god she knows they’re a part of the ecosystem and all but she got fleas once? And it was TORTURE. She does everything she can to prevent that from happening again lmao. Same with ticks.

She has nightmares about some of the people she killed the first time she turned. She feels..an immense amount of guilt for that but she’s slowly making peace with it.

What They Would Be Famous For: Being an immensely powerful druid, being involved in a lot of charity stuff, and being one of the heroes who brought down some of the world’s biggest threats.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Hmmm breaking the law in order to save someone (or something. she loves nature and shit).

OC You Ship Them With: Gaillen! Her undead DK worgen wife.

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: My horde characters. Most of my ally characters are closely knit in a found-family kind of thing.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Fantasy and Sci-fi stuff.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Dark and Gritty

Talents and/or Powers: she became a druid after being infected with the worgen curse so she has her worgen form and then all of the other druid forms and powers as well. She ironically really enjoys her cat form.

Why Someone Might Love Them: she’s the biggest sweetheart you’d ever meet. She’d lay down her life for a stranger in a heartbeat. She loves so fiercely and she loves..a lot. She’s got a huge heart and it shows in everything she does. She was pretty much born to be a druid and finding her calling was like coming home.

She’s gentle, patient and kind. She’s a goofball too. Her endless capacity of love for others, animals, nature is just so admirable. She’s brave when she needs to be and fierce when it comes to protecting those she loves.

She’s super playful and just..a generally wonderful person to be around. You know those people that seem to radiate warmth and affection? That’s her.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: Some might consider her annoyingly optimistic and naive. She’s probably too quick to forgive and gives way too many second (third..fourth) chances. People who hate “treehugger” types would despise her. She’s all about that life.

She sometimes let’s people walk all over her since she’s not good at speaking up for herself. She’s getting better about that. Gaillen helps. Er..when she’s not trying to attack the person who upset her sweet cinnamon bun.

How They Change: Hmm. When she was younger she was very shy to the point of being kind of skittish/meek. The worgen curse, the fall of gilneas, finding druidism has helped her build confidence in herself. Losing Gaillen (and then finding her again) was a big part of that too. Gaillen in general is a big part of it.

She still struggles with letting people walk all over her but she’s making progress. Gaillen and helping others is what has given her the strength she’s built up. She’s more likely to let someone get away with hurting her but someone else? an innocent person? never. She will stand up and fight.

In her younger days she would be more apt to keep her head down and stay out of it despite feeling immensely guilty for just..standing by.

Hmmm Legion was rough on her and this new expansion is going to be extremely painful for her. Being a druid she feels Azeroth’s pain very deeply and the Teldrassil burning down was like being kicked while you’re down. That’s..the only home she had left since Gilneas was destroyed.

And she’s angry deep down because of what the Forsaken have taken from her but she’s repressing that anger because she doesn’t want to hate anyone. She wants peace. she’s struggling with that and needs to learn she needs to allow herself to grieve for her people, her home, for what they’ve lost and anger is a part of that. She can do that and not hurt anyone in the process.

Why You Love Them: Ughhh she’s such a sweetie. I just love how much she..loves. She has so much love for every living thing. (and undead things..like her wife asldhlfd) She’d give Sargeras himself a second chance if he sincerely asked for redemption. (like that impossible level of faith is painfully admirable but also kind of sad since people are awful)

I also love how she took the worgen curse and said..no, this isn’t a curse. It’s a blessing. She absolutely embraced it and that led her to druidism with is where she really “found herself” so to speak. Turning something awful into something beautiful is just..well, beautiful.

I had a tiny ficlet that I never posted with my nelf huntress Diily mourning Teldrassil and Fae was the one who stepped forward to comfort her and despite being in the aftermath of all that death and destruction she had the heart to sit down, brush some of the ash from the ground and show her this tiny little sapling. Barely there but very much alive.

To let her know nature will persevere. It will heal and so will you.

They’ll heal together.

Also her building her confidence is super admirable. She went from so shy to finding her confidence because she found things to be brave for.

And her love for Gaillen is just..unconditional. Some people would have blamed her for turning her. She didn’t. Not even for a second. Some people would have rejected Gaillen after they reunited and Fae found out she was a DK. I think druids would be especially prone to bias in that regard given how much they cherish and protect life. (and the scourge is the literal opposite of that) but never Fae.

In fact she finds beauty in it? There can’t be life without death and there cannot be death without life. Death is just as much a part of the natural world as life is. Unnatural means or not..those two things go together. Life can spring from death and death is the fate of all living things but..life will still go on. (think of decomposers in the ecosystem) It all works together.

(although i suppose there are immortal beings in WoW but…well we all know that doesn’t last. I’m looking at you, elves.)

She finds beauty in even this. Because that’s what she does. She was just hurt Gaillen didn’t come to her sooner. That she let her think she was dead after coming back.

Her fiancee is alive and that’s all that mattered to Fae and she knows without a shadow of a doubt that Gaillen is no monster.

——–

Full Name: Gaillen Hayes

Gender and Sexuality: Female, Lesbian

Pronouns: she/her

Ethnicity/Species: Worgen/Human/Undead-DK (?)

Birthplace and Birthdate: Gilneas and once again dont have a birthdate because that’s..difficult. She’s somewhere in her late twenties (I have to check if that matches literally any of the timeline but..I don’t feel like digging through the mess that is Blizzard’s WoW timeline right now)

Guilty Pleasures: Drinking. I’m not sure if this counts as a guilty pleasure but she can get very carried away in battle. She enjoys it and honestly that scares the shit out of her.

She doesn’t feel guilty for enjoying hunting animals but..enjoying hunting people? It makes her uneasy. Even if they are bad people it makes her feel like she’s a danger to everyone.

Phobias: That somehow she’ll snap and hurt someone or Fae again. Whether it’s the worgen curse or the Lich King’s influence. It’s irrational. She has full control but she’s terrified of it happening again.

She hates, hates any kind of magic that can control you. (for obvious reasons) Fear spells, etc. They fuck her up whenever they happen to her and it takes her a while to come out of that. It can take this big strong werewolf and reduce her to a shaking, crying mess.

Losing Fae is naturally her worst fear. She’s extremely protective of her girl. And Fae getting hurt is guaranteed to just completely..shatter her.

Anything scourge related sets her off. There are still remnants out there and when she comes across them it puts her in a bad mental place. (she’s got some serious PTSD if you haven’t guessed). First it sends her into a rage and then she breaks because no, no, no not again. what if she would have hurt someone who didn’t deserve it while absolutely destroying the enemy.

She never does though because she doesn’t want to.

That’s not who she is.

What They Would Be Famous For: Ah. She’s famous for being one of the Lich King’s top dogs (im sorry I had too). She may have been mind controlled but other people especially victims of the scourge..have a hard time understanding that.

However she did go on to be a huge part of bringing Arthas down. She’s proven herself a hero I think. A grumpy hero but a hero nonetheless. After she went on to fight many other threats as well. Like my whole ally crew ayy.

What They Would Get Arrested For: She’s got a nasty temper so fighting someone. ESPECIALLY if it’s her defending Fae.

OC You Ship Them With: Her wife, Fae. :’)

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Horde Characters

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Dark shit but she also likes romance novels with happy endings but shh don’t tell anyone.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: She says she hates unrealistic happy endings but it’s not hate. She likes them..she’s just scared because she thinks she doesn’t deserve one so she feels as if it could be snatched away from her at any second.

Talents and/or Powers: She’s a Death-Knight so she’s got all that. She’s an incredibly talented warrior. She’s very proficient with swords but she is more than happy to rip into someone purely as a worgen. No weapons. just teeth and claws. She’s good at it too.

Why Someone Might Love Them: She’s a sarcastic lil fucker. It’s amusing.(not many people like her except those who know her well like Fae or her friends)

She’s got a heart in there. She’s brave. She’s loyal to a fault.

Her love for Fae is just absolutely heartwarming. Her soft spot for her wife is enormous. Like she lights up like a Christmas tree whenever she’s around. It’s always been that way and it always will be. That’s her Sunshine.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: She’s an asshole. She’s snippy and aloof. It makes her on the surface a generally unlikable person.

There are people that hate her for what she’s done while under the Lich King’s mind control. It’s not her fault but there will always be victims who blame her and hate her for it. No amount of heroism will change that for some. She doesn’t blame them. She doesn’t take shit normally but when it comes to that she will let people rip into her because she hates herself for it that much.

How They Change: She’s always been a bit grumpy but not nearly as harsh and cold as she can be now. Not as cynical either. The worgen curse, being the one who bit Fae, losing her home and so many of her people, dying for her people and then being brought back by a maniac who made her kill countless people via mind control, and then all the shitty events that follow?

She’s bitter and I think she has a right to be. Not to be an asshole but to be angry at the cards life has dealt her. It’s been quite cruel to her.

She never had the sheer amount of self loathing and guilt she struggles with now either. She’s got a lot of blood on her hands and it really doesn’t matter how many people tell her that it wasn’t her fault? She still believes it is and she still remembers everything she’s done. Entire villages. Children.

She still hasn’t forgiven herself for infecting Fae either despite Fae never, not even once, blaming her for it. Also Fae has a very different outlook on the curse. She sees it as a blessing. Gaillen sees it as a curse.

(wow gaillen why does Nikki let you have TWO curses)

Anyway, now that she’s found Fae she’s learning how to at least live again.

All these shitty things though? They just made her braver and stronger. She’s trying to make the world a better place even when she has a hard time believing it’ll ever work. I think..that’s says a lot about her. She’s not willing to accept cruelty and injustice. She might be a dick to you but she’d save you in the same breath. And then be a dick to you again. ;)

Why You Love Them: She’s strong and I don’t mean just physically. She’s been through a lot and she’s still trudging on because she isn’t going to give up. She won’t give those who’ve wronged her the satisfaction. I’d say she’s living out of spite but that’s not the only reason why. (although that’s certainly a factor. fuck you, arthas)

She’s brave and she’s more than willing to fight for what’s right. She has her flaws (don’t we all) but she’s not even close to the monster she thinks she is.

And underneath everything she really does have a heart. It shows if you know her and know what to look for. If she didn’t have a heart she wouldn’t be trying so desperately to make up for what she’s done (while simultaneously knowing she never can). Nor would she feel the overwhelming guilt she feels.

Her love for Fae is super heartwarming honestly like ahhhhhh. She adores her with everything she has. If you want to see her soft side all you have to do is watch her with Fae. She’s gentle and loving. She loves that woman more than anything.She’s playful with her. Extremely protective. It’s a whole different side to her than the one she lets everyone see. She’s always there to support her and she’d honestly do anything for her. All she’d have to do is ask.

After she was released from the Lich King’s control she wanted to go back to Fae. More than anything but she couldn’t. She was too ashamed of everything she’s done. She believed she was dangerous. She still believes she’s a monster and thinks Fae deserves better. But she let Fae think she was dead for a while after being freed from the Lich King’s control. Because she couldn’t face her.

She broke when they reunited in Wrath of the Lich King. Because it’s her girl, her fiancee, her sunshine and she’s missed her so goddamn much. And she’s so sorry.

They had quite a bit to work through after that because mhm Fae doesn’t get angry easily but she wasn’t happy Gaillen legit didn’t tell her after being capable of it. She might not have ever told her if they didn’t accidentally run into each other and that hurt Fae so much. It took her a while to understand why she did that.

But they did get through it. They got married post wrath of the lich king. And damn it life kinda sucks in general because its Azeroth and there’s always someone trying to destroy it and they’re constantly having to go fight to save it but..together? they’re happy.

They’re so in love. It’s !!! too sweet

#asks #my ocs #ch: faelilia #ch: gaillen

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illbefinealonereads · 4 years

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Today, the Don’t Read the Comments blog tour is stopping by illbefinealone reads. Keep scrolling to learn more about the book, as well as read an exclusive excerpt.

Don't Read the Comments Eric Smith On Sale Date: January 28, 2020 9781335016027, 1335016023 Hardcover $18.99 USD, $23.99 CAD Ages 13 And Up 368 pages

Slay meets Eliza and Her Monsters in Eric Smith’s Don't Read the Comments, an #ownvoices story in which two teen gamers find their virtual worlds—and blossoming romance—invaded by the real-world issues of trolling and doxing in the gaming community.

Divya Sharma is a queen. Or she is when she’s playing Reclaim the Sun, the year’s hottest online game. Divya—better known as popular streaming gamer D1V—regularly leads her #AngstArmada on quests through the game’s vast and gorgeous virtual universe. But for Divya, this is more than just a game. Out in the real world, she’s trading her rising-star status for sponsorships to help her struggling single mom pay the rent.

Gaming is basically Aaron Jericho’s entire life. Much to his mother’s frustration, Aaron has zero interest in becoming a doctor like her, and spends his free time writing games for a local developer. At least he can escape into Reclaim the Sun—and with a trillion worlds to explore, disappearing should be easy. But to his surprise, he somehow ends up on the same remote planet as celebrity gamer D1V.

At home, Divya and Aaron grapple with their problems alone, but in the game, they have each other to face infinite new worlds…and the growing legion of trolls populating them. Soon the virtual harassment seeps into reality when a group called the Vox Populi begin launching real-world doxxing campaigns, threatening Aaron’s dreams and Divya’s actual life. The online trolls think they can drive her out of the game, but everything and everyone Divya cares about is on the line…

And she isn’t going down without a fight.

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Eric Smith is an author, prolific book blogger, and literary agent from New Jersey, currently living in Philadelphia. Smith cohosts Book Riot’s newest podcast, HEY YA, with non-fiction YA author Kelly Jensen. He can regularly be found writing for Book Riot’s blog, as well as Barnes & Noble’s Teen Reads blog, Paste Magazine, and Publishing Crawl. Smith also has a growing Twitter platform of over 40,000 followers (@ericsmithrocks).

Author website: https://www.ericsmithrocks.com/ Twitter: @ericsmithrocks Instagram: @ericsmithrocks Facebook: @ericsmithwrites

Genre: Young Adult, Contemporary

Rating: 4/5 stars

Review: Don’t Read the Comments tackles some heavy subjects, cyber bullying as one of the main ones. But it’s done beautifully, and though the subject matter is that way, it didn’t make me feel heavy while I was reading it. Eric Smith does an absolutely marvelous job at writing from a first person female POV. His excellent writing style, as well as the pace that perfectly suited the story, made the book unputdownable. I really enjoyed the characters. They felt fresh as they were developed excellently. The dialogue is excellent, it felt natural and flowed really well. All of it put together kept the book feeling dynamic, and entertaining throughout. This is a read that you definitely shouldn’t skip.

Excerpt:

1 Divya

Mom. We’ve been over this. Don’t read the comments,” I say, sighing as my mother stares at me with her fretful deep-set eyes. They’re dark green, just like mine, and stand out against her soft brown skin. Wrinkle lines trail out from the corners like thin tree branches grown over a lifetime of worrying.

I wish I could wash away all of her worries, but I only seem to be causing her more lately.

“I’m just not comfortable with it anymore,” my mom counters. “I appreciate what you’re doing with…you know, your earnings or however that sponsor stuff works, but I can’t stand seeing what they’re saying about you on the Internet.”

“So don’t read the comments!” I exclaim, reaching out and taking her hands in mine. Her palms are weathered, like the pages of the books she moves around at the library, and I canfeel the creases in her skin as my fingers run over them. Bundles of multicolored bangles dangle from both of her wrists, clinking about lightly.

“How am I supposed to do that?” she asks, giving my hands a squeeze. “You’re my daughter. And they say such awful things. They don’t even know you. Breaks my heart.”

“What did I just say?” I ask, letting go of her hands, trying to give her my warmest it’s-going-to-be-okay smile. I know she only reads the blogs, the articles covering this and that, so she just sees the replies there, the sprawling comments—and not what people say on social media. Not what the trolls say about her. Because moms are the easiest target for those online monsters.

“Yes, yes, I’m aware of that sign in your room with your slogan regarding comments,” Mom scoffs, shaking her head and getting to her feet. She groans a little as she pushes herself off the tiny sofa, which sinks in too much. Not in the comfortable way a squishy couch might, but in a this-piece-of-furniture-needs-to-be-thrown-away-because-it’s-probably-doing-irreversible-damage-to-my-back-and-internal-organs kind of way. She stretches her back, one hand on her waist, and I make a mental note to check online for furniture sales at Target or Ikea once she heads to work.

“Oof, I must have slept on it wrong,” Mom mutters, turning to look at me. But I know better. She’s saying that for my benefit. The air mattress on her bed frame—in lieu of an actual mattress—isn’t doing her back any favors.

I’d better add a cheap mattress to my list of things to search for later. Anything is better than her sleeping on what our family used to go camping with.

Still, I force myself to nod and say, “Probably.” If Mom knew how easily I saw through this dance of ours, the way we pretend that things are okay while everything is falling apart around us, she’d only worry more.

Maybe she does know. Maybe that’s part of the dance.

I avert my gaze from hers and glance down at my watch. It’s the latest in smartwatch tech from Samsung, a beautiful little thing that connects to my phone and computer, controls the streaming box on our television… Hell, if we could afford smart lights in our apartment, it could handle those, too. It’s nearly 8:00 p.m., which means my Glitch subscribers will be tuning in for my scheduled gaming stream of Reclaim the Sun at any minute. A couple social media notifications start lighting up the edges of the little screen, but it isn’t the unread messages or the time that taunt me.

It’s the date.

The end of June is only a few days away, which means the rent is due. How can my mom stand here and talk about me getting rid of my Glitch channel when it’s bringing in just enough revenue to help cover the rent? To pay for groceries? When the products I’m sent to review or sponsored to wear—and then consequently sell—have been keeping us afloat with at least a little money to walk around with?

“I’m going to start looking for a second job,” Mom says, her tone defeated.

“Wait, what?” I look away from my watch and feel my heartbeat quicken. “But if you do that—”

“I can finish these summer classes another time. Maybe next year—”

“No. No way.” I shake my head and suck air in throughmy gritted teeth. She’s worked so hard for this. We’ve worked so hard for this. “You only have a few more classes!”

“I can’t let you keep doing this.” She gestures toward my room, where my computer is.

“And I can’t let you work yourself to death for… What? This tiny apartment, while that asshole doesn’t do a damn thing to—”

“Divya. Language,” she scolds, but her tone is undermined by a soft grin peeking in at the corner of her mouth. “He’s still your fath—”

“I’ll do my part,” I say resolutely, stopping her from saying that word. “I can deal with it. I want to. You will not give up going to school. If you do that, he wins. Besides, I’ve…got some gadgets I can sell this month.”

“I just… I don’t want you giving up on your dreams, so I can keep chasing mine. I’m the parent. What does all this say about me?” My mom exhales, and I catch her lip quivering just a little. Then she inhales sharply, burying whatever was about to surface, and I almost smile, as weird as that sounds. It’s just our way, you know?

Take the pain in. Bury it down deep.

“We’re a team.” I reach out and grasp her hands again, and she inhales quickly once more.

It’s in these quiet moments we have together, wrestling with these challenges, that the anger I feel—the rage over this small apartment that’s replaced our home, the overdrafts in our bank accounts, all the time I’ve given up—is replaced with something else.

With how proud I am of her, for starting over the way she has.

“I’m not sure what I did to deserve you.”

Deserve.

I feel my chest cave in a little at the word as I look again at the date on the beautiful display of this watch. I know I need to sell it. I know I do. The couch. That crappy mattress. My dwindling bank account. The upcoming bills.

The required sponsorship agreement to wear this watch in all my videos for a month, in exchange for keeping the watch, would be over in just a few days. I could easily get $500 for it on an auction site or maybe a little less at the used-electronics shop downtown. One means more money, but it also means having my address out there, which is something I avoid like the plague—though having friends like Rebekah mail the gadgets for me has proved a relatively safe way to do it. The other means less money, but the return is immediate, at least. Several of the employees there watch my stream, however, and conversations with them are often pretty awkward.

I’d hoped that maybe, just maybe, I’d get to keep this one thing. Isn’t that something I deserve? Between helping Mom with the rent while she finishes up school and pitching in for groceries and trying to put a little money aside for my own tuition in the fall at the community college… God, I’d at least earned this much, right?

The watch buzzes against my wrist, a pleasant feeling. As a text message flashes across the screen, I feel a pang of wonder and regret over how a display so small can still have a better resolution than the television in our living room.

THE GALAXY WAITS FOR NO ONE,

YOU READY D1V?

—COMMANDER (RE)BEKAH

I smile at the note from my producer-slash-best-friend, then look up as my mom makes her way toward the front door of our apartment, tossing a bag over her shoulder.

“I’ll be back around ten or so,” Mom says, soundingtired. “Just be careful, okay?”

“I always am,” I promise, walkingover to give her a hug. It’s sweet, her constant reminders to be careful, to check in, especially since all I generally do while she’s gone is hang out in front of the computer. But I get it. Even the Internet can be a dangerous place. The threats on social media and the emails that I get—all sent by anonymous trolls with untraceable accounts—are proof of that.

Still, as soon as the door closes, I bolt across the living room and into my small bedroom, which is basically just a bed, a tiny dresser, and my workstation. I’ve kept it simple since the move and my parents split.

The only thing that’s far from simple is my gaming rig.

When my Glitch stream hit critical mass at one hundred thousand subscribers about a year and a half ago, a gaming company was kind enough to sponsor my rig. It’s extravagant to the point of being comical, with bright neon-blue lighting pouring out the back of the system and a clear case that shows off the needless LED illumination. Like having shiny lights makes it go any faster. I never got it when dudes at my school put flashy lights on their cars, and I don’t get it any more on a computer.

But it was free, so I’m certainly not going to complain.

I shake the mouse to awaken the sleeping monster, and my widescreen LED monitor flashes to life. It’s one of those screens that bend toward the edges, the curves of the monitor bordering on sexy. I adjust my webcam, which—along with my beaten-up Ikea table that’s not even a desk—is one of the few non-sponsored things in my space. It’s an aging thing, but the resolution is still HD and flawless, so unless a free one is somehow going to drop into my lap—and it probably won’t, because you can’t show off a webcam in a digital stream or a recorded sponsored video when you’re filming with said camera—it’ll do the trick.

I navigate over to Glitch and open my streaming application. Almost immediately, Rebekah’s face pops up in a little window on the edge of my screen. I grin at the sight of her new hairstyle, her usually blond and spiky hair now dyed a brilliant shade of blood orange, a hue as vibrant as her personality. The sides of her head are buzzed, too, and the overall effect is awesome.

Rebekah smiles and waves at me. “You ready to explore the cosmos once more?” she asks, her voice bright in my computer’s speakers. I can hear her keys clicking loudly as she types, her hands making quick work of something on the other side of the screen. I open my mouth to say something, but she jumps in before I can. “Yes, yes, I’ll be on mute once we get in, shut up.”

I laugh and glance at myself in the mirror I’ve got attached to the side of my monitor with a long metal arm—an old bike mirror that I repurposed to make sure my makeup and hair are on point in these videos. Even though the streams are all about the games, there’s nothing wrong with looking a little cute, even if it’s just for myself. I run a finger over one of my eyebrows, smoothing it out, and make a note to tweeze them just a little bit later. I’ve got my mother’s strong brows,black and rebellious. We’re frequently in battle with one another, me armed with my tweezers, my eyebrows wielding their growing-faster-than-weeds genes.

“How much time do we have?” I ask, tilting my head back and forth.

“About five minutes. And you look fine, stop it,” she grumbles. I push the mirror away, the metal arm making a squeaking noise, and I see Rebekah roll her eyes. “You could just use a compact like a normal person, you know.”

“It’s vintage,” I say, leaning in toward my computer mic. “I’m being hip.”

“You. Hip.” She chuckles. “Please save the jokes for the stream. It’s good content.”

I flash her a scowl and load up my social feeds on the desktop, my watch still illuminating with notifications. I decide to leave them unchecked on the actual device and scope them out on the computer instead, so when people are watching, they can see the watch in action. That should score me some extra goodwill with sponsors, and maybe it’ll look like I’m more popular than people think I am.

Because that’s my life. Plenty of social notifications, but zero texts or missed calls.

The feeds are surprisingly calm this evening, a bundle of people posting about how excited they are for my upcoming stream, playing Reclaim the Sun on their own, curious to see what I’m finding… Not bad. There are a few dumpster-fire comments directed at the way I look and some racist remarks by people with no avatars, cowards who won’t show their faces, but nothing out of the usual.

Ah. Lovely. Someone wants me to wear less clothing in thisstream. Blocked. A link to someone promoting my upcoming appearance at New York GamesCon, nice. Retweeted. A post suggesting I wear a skimpier top, and someone agreeing. Charming. Blocked and blocked.

Why is it that the people who always leave the grossest, rudest, and occasionally sexist, racist, or religiously intolerant comments never seem to have an avatar connected to their social profiles? Hiding behind a blank profile picture? How brave. How courageous.

And never mind all the messages that I assume are supposed to be flirtatious, but are actually anything but. Real original, saying “hey” and that’s it, then spewing a bunch of foul-mouthed nonsense when they don’t get a response. Hey, anonymous bro, I’m not here to be sexualized by strangers on the Internet. It’s creepy and disgusting. Can’t I just have fun without being objectified?

“Div!” Rebekah shouts, and I jump in my seat a little.

“Yeah, hey, I’m here,” I mumble, looking around for my Bluetooth earpiece, trying to force myself into a better mood.

This is why you don’t read the comments, Divya.

#booklr #blog tour #don't read the comments #eric smith #ynaall #yna4 #contempall #contemp4 #out2020 #read2019

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i-love-jade-harley · 7 years

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alright heres some of my homestuck/warcraft headcanon shit

basically just like

what race they’d be/play, what class, what spec, how theyd play, how often they play, etc, etc...

idk how many characters im doing so more below the read more bullshit

mostly a ramble tbh lmao

(beta + alpha kids, beta trolls, calliope + caliborn. sorta a everyone lives/nobody dies au)

if u need to know what smth means just hmu

OKAY so lets start off with the kids

ok personally i think john would play either a monk or a paladin?? like i think he’d prefer the playstyle of a paladin but his monk would be for heals in case a raid group or smth needs it. he’d honestly probably do LFR and just casually play in general, but sometimes he’d play for like 11 days straight then not get back on for 2 months. but when he’s playing casually he just does LFR and world questing, maybe sometimes doing dungeon groups with dave or something. he’d probably be a DPS paladin because tanking is bullshit and so is healing. (believe me i know) he’d also use the heckin goofiest mounts there are. like you know the chicken? he’d spend the money to get it. like actual cash. he wants the chicken. let him have the chicken. but back on the topic of race he’d probably play a dwarf or a gnome. he’d probably have a level 2 gnome hunter. he also runs a prank guild that all the kids are in! a few trolls are in it, too. vriska, kanaya, terezi, and karkat are in it.

rose??? would probably play a shadow priest. probably nothing else, really. she may go heals every once in a while but dont expect her to want to. she plays a human. she only plays human and worgen. belf if she has to go horde. i dont really know if she’d just play casually because dave roped her in, or if she got really into it so now she has 12 max level characters. even if she doesnt like the game itself, she’d probably really like the lore!!! she’d probably also love the idea of xmog and what you can make your characters look like, bc some of the xmog is really badass. she’d probably use the emo purple bird thing as a mount (i forgot the name) or maybe she’d use the wotlk undead dragons. maybe the bc netherwing dragons?? im not sure!!! for pets she’d def have the feline familiar with her at all times (roxy would too) because who doesnt want a little witch kitty flying on a broom with you???

dave would honestly play a survival hunter. except he’d just punch shit to death. just autoattack. though when he’s ACTUALLY playing like a normal person he’d probably play a dps warrior. i could also see him tanking sometimes if he needs to. he probably only has one or two max level characters, but they have decent gear. he probably sometimes actually plays his hunter in a decent way but he probably just goes to low level neutral areas. he probably plays on a pvp server for that exact reason. he has one level 10 belf. he uses it to dance on mailboxes and get gold. he really just trolls people on it. he also roleplays, but makes sure to do it in the shittiest way possible. he only uses walk. no running. he uses the biggest mounts he has and walks on roleplayers when hes playing on an rp server. he probably raids on his warrior and is probably in a raiding guild. he purposefully mic spams the raid so he just gets muted, though. for mounts he’d obviously use the love rocket that he worked oh so hard for. for pets i dont really know what hed use?? probably brightpaw or whatever the purple cat thing is. he makes rose disappointed because he pays for mounts and pets with real money. tsk tsk. he has no professions except fishing, which he has maxed out. he may also have a DK that he has just to piss people off. hes the second highest tier in the prank guild. whenever they do raids (they occasionally do) he rp walks across the map to get to the raid. kanaya screams at him to accept the summon but he insists that he’s almost there.

jade would def have herbalism as her main profession!! she may also have mining to sell on the auction house. she would DEFINITELY play a bm hunter!! its a worgen all the way. she prefers to have it in worgen form too. since she doesnt really like horde and cant use many wolf mounts, shed def go with the mechanostriders! for flying i think she’d use the serpents!! i could also see her using the pandaren turtle moutns. her fave xpac is def either mop or wod. she actually liked garrisons. she’s really slow w leveling so she isn’t max level for legion, but her friends still play with her!! (me too buddy) she likes doing mount/pet/reagent farming and regularly gives her friends herbs and other mats to level their professions! she also sometimes roleplays with dave in goldshire to mess with people. she loves using emotes like /lol and /joke! she also uses toys VERY often. her hunter pet is a white wolf named bec, and she has a team of battle pets consisting of fel pup, frostwolf ghostpup, and cinder pup! sometimes she’ll use lil bad wolf, though. she’s actually super good at pet battling, but she only battles friends. she doesnt play to be the “best”, she just plays because its a fun game! she also loves playing hearthstone.

jane doesnt play much, and has a level 60 dwarf resto shaman. the only reason she has looms is because roxy gave her the gold to get them. she only has level 20 riding, and only has a single horse. she still plays with friends, but the game just really isnt her cup of tea. she has a few cool pets she found while playing in low level areas, and she likes playing the auction house when she does play! she’s in a prank guild that john owns (all the kids are in it, they prank the trolls and roleplayers) and that’s honestly the thing she enjoys the most.

roxy loves doing pvp with dirk. some of her friends call them the sneakies. she plays a rogue, and switches around her spec depending on what kind of pvp she’s doing. (as in she switches specs for open world, battlegrounds or arenas) she’s decked out in full pvp gear and always gets the newest tiers when theyre released. though she loves pvp she really does love raiding but she prefers playing with her friends! she helps everyone exploit game bugs for the prank guild, and will help cover peoples tracks when gold buying and such. she has all of her fun mounts set as favorites and just randomizes which one she rides. she uses the feline familiar pet EVERYWHERE. she wont use any other pet. at all. roxy also datamines ptr and spoils new lore for rose occasionally.

hoo boy. dirk is a top tier pvper. he mostly mains a ww monk and a rogue for pvp. he has 12 max level characters and 12 horde ones that are also max. he chooses class/race combos based on which one is the most reasonable for lore. he has an orc hunter named getshrekt. hes gold capped on all of his alliance characters. hes basically sleeve (if you play on bonechewer i hope you know who im talking about) he multiboxes 25 accounts to shit on leveling players. roxy helped him set this all up. all of his bots and multiboxes are hal. hal plays with him. he buys gold from a third party source and overthrows the wow economy. he causes the great depression in wow. he buys out every mat and then puts them back on the auction house for a few silver. since hes gold capped this has 0 affect. his character for the prank guild is maxed out and in pretty decent pvp gear. its also gold capped. he buys level boosts and uses actual money to buy tokens to increase his gold numbers. hes everyones worst nightmare. hes the reason no one plays horde on dirks server. dirk plays with roxy a LOT. they do arenas and basically just crush anyone who dares standing up to him. he exploits game bugs and has items people didnt know exist. he uses his special snowflake mounts that people thought were unattainable. he has bots farming spawn points for herbs and mining nodes. he plans on ruling the economy of his server. he ganks people that are his own level. he camps their corpses until they force quit the game. hes absolutely hated. he’ll be flying, and itll look like someone with a glitched name. then he’ll land in front of someone, and 20 multiboxes will spread out behind him. he ganks his victim. there is no escape. no mercy.

jake plays a worgen mm hunter! he refuses to use bows and crossbows. it ALWAYS has to be xmogged to a gun. he mostly does world quests and only has horse mounts to keep it simple and traditional. he likes to collect pets and plays with jade a lot! he’s also in the prank guild and absolutely LOVES it. he loves the open world aspect of the game. he also collects random items in-game, like the scarabs from ahnqiraj (i personally collect those oops) he’s also a bit of an altoholic, and loves leveling, but never really finishes anything. he has all of the exploration achievements. ALL OF THEM. he love love LOVES exploring the maps in the game. he also actually LIKED the cata revamp because it gave him more to explore. he has a goblin thats also a hunter thats level capped just so he could explore horde areas without worrying about being ganked or attacked. he knows his way in all of the major cities. you know huntards? well jake is the complete opposite of that. hes an amazing hunter. it surprises his friends.

bonus: hal helps dirk with being an asshole to everyone on the servers he plays on. he multiboxes with dirk and set up bots to watch the auction house for him. hes just as much as an asshole as dirk is.

NOW FINALLY ON TO THE TROLLS!!!!

aradia plays a belf destruction warlock. she’s a casual player and plays with sollux a lot. she doesnt play very often, but when she does she gets really into the game, especially when playing with friends! she doesnt have many mounts, but she has the headless horseman mount and thats what she uses most of the time. she has maxed out archaeology and has all the items for it. though she has the pets from it, the only pets she uses are frogs.

tavros plays a gnome bm hunter unironically. hes not a very good hunter but not huntard level. he mostly plays with the other lowbloods, sometimes vriska. he only really got roped into wow because of its ties to hearthstone. he wanted to know more about the characters, but stayed because of the animals. it really isnt too much of his cup of tea, but still plays because his friends do. he doesnt have professions nor a maxed out character. he has the mechanostrider mounts and the default pets. he also has the heartstone mount.

sollux heckin loves wow. he plays a troll mage. he switches between fire and frost, but never arcane. he hates arcane. he mostly plays with aradia, but he likes the occasional raid. he has good dps with decent gear. hes mostly a casual, but he loves messing with the games files and datamining.

karkat is a....special player. he has a blood dk that hes maxed out but hes in all green quest gear. he keeps trying to defeat dave in a dual but it doesnt work. dave got rose and john to help convince karkat that gnome is masterrace. he believed them. now hes a shitty little gnome aggroing everything and getting caught in the fire. he’s very upset because he cant beat dave. help this poor boy. his only pets are crabs. he has all of them. every single one. they’re all the poorest quality, but he loves them anyways. the only mounts he’ll use is mammoths to be an asshole to everyone. he plays a lot because he wants to crush dave’s pride. help this boy.

nepeta plays either a bm hunter or a feral druid! she roped equius in, and they tried to level together, but equius went too fast, so nepeta doesnt have a maxed out character. she enjoys playing with him nonetheless, even if its just running around stormwind! she plays on a roleplay server (NOT moodguard) and loves roleplaying and meeting new people. she rides the tiger/saber mounts and has all of the cat pets! she almost refuses to go out of cat form when on her druid. both of her toons are nelfs.

kanaya mains a human affli warlock and a nelf demon hunter. she likes the aesthetic of both locks and dhs, but prefers the play style of a warlock. she plays with rose most of the time, and they do world quests when they play. she has tailoring and enchanting as her professions, and both are maxed out. she prefers this because she can just make her own gear to sell and get gold. she has the jade panther that rose made her, and uses that mount most of the time. she doesnt really like collecting pets, but rose gave her a moth that she adores.

terezi plays a resto druid on nepetas server, and mostly roleplays with vriska. she roleplays as a dragon most of the time. she has all of the dragon pets and mounts, and shes VERY proud of her collection and wont hesitate to rub it in vriskas face. she almost got banned multiple times trying to complete her collection. she prefers doing old world raids and farming to get xmog to improve her roleplay outfit, and so she can have different sets for different characters. she sometimes roleplays with nepeta, but most of the time she roleplays with vriska.

vriska plays a nelf demon hunter, and roleplays with terezi on her server. sadly theres no spider mounts but she has the recruit a friend rocket because she did raf with tavros. she does pvp when shes not roleplaying, and she’s trying to get on the highest level. she has all of the spider pets. every single one of them. she tries to overthrow the auction house, but cant. (shes not on dirks server, so hes not messing her up. its just that she doesnt have much gold because of xmog.) she likes to ruin some peoples rolaplays, but loves roleplaying with terezi and sometimes nepeta.

equius only got into the game because of nepeta. he didnt think hed like it at first, but he really does. he prefers to tank. he has a maxed out dk, warrior, monk, and paladin. he and nepeta tried to level characters together, but he went too fast for her. he has all of the horse mounts and will only ride those. hes not very interested in pets except the engineering ones, and engineering is maxed out on his main toon. he enjoys raiding in his free time, but will also pvp for mounts. hes mostly casual.

oh man, gamzee should be interesting. he plays a troll shaman. no one really knows what he does, really. they just see that hes online and in a major city. is he playing the auction house? is he talking to people? no one knows. when the darkmoon faire comes around, he plays for all 7 days straight. he doesnt really ride mounts or have pets, but he collects them. no one knows why he plays or HOW hes maxed out in raiding gear. he just is.

eridan is a whiny bitch when it comes to wow. he wants to get on dirks level but doesnt know how to. even though hes sometimes a bitch about it, he does enjoy roleplaying and playing with karkat. he plays an arcane mage or a mm hunter. the only mount he rides is the sea turtle mount. you know the one? the one that makes you slow on land but fast in water? yea. he rides that. he HAS other mounts, but he wants the turtle.

feferi does NOT like wow. i mean, yea, she’ll heal for raids, but she doesnt like killing things. she plays a resto shaman and doesnt use a specific mount because she doesnt play that often.

calliope also doesnt like wow, but will play with roxy. she likes doing pet battles, and thats really all she does. she has a level 10 druid that doesnt have a spec. she has no mounts but has cool pets that roxy gave her. she camps in stormwind and refuses to go ANYWHERE else.

caliborn LOVES world of warcraft. he roleplays with dirk on moonguard, but dirk says nothing. just to piss off caliborn. he tried to multibox to kill dirk, but he ended up freezing his game. he constantly pesters the alpha kids, and really doesnt talk to anyone else except to make fun of new players. he has 1 mount and its the goblin mount. he mains a goblin rogue thats level 40.

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