#i hate him i hope daniel murders him

[hyusolk]

KILL THIS MAN

Anime bitch dg

#i hate him i hope daniel murders him #im going to obliterate him and have mrs kang all to myself #JK!!! hehehehe #lookism #kang dagyeom #lookism dg #anime dg #외모지상주의

[leclerc-s]

track 001. sola

─── ❝ y de todo me olvidaré, hasta de tu nombre me olvidare ❞ ───

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f1updates penelope trevino, longtime family friend of the sainz family has appeared in the paddock for the first time since 2016. she is here for the first grand prix of the year.

user92 she looks hot. single penelope is thriving, give us the mclaren boys content girl.

user73 our latina queen coming through with the style. love her outfit

↳ user64 she's not latina if she's from spain.

↳ user73 she was born in the usa to mexican parents and grew up traveling to mexico, spain, and the states. she's a latina, simply because she grew up in spain or the states doesn't change that.

↳ user39 no one is doing it like her, truly

user20 i fucking love her fit. i could never wear something like that because i hate denim dresses, they're so uncomfy but she looks so good in it.

penelopetrevino posted a new story

note to self: don't leave your phone unattended near two toddlers.

landonorris i am not a toddler! penelopetrevino remind me again how old you are? landonorris THAT'S NOT FAIR!

carlossainz55 you just had to post it didn't you? penelopetrevino you just had to look so disgusted didn't you? carlossainz55 i can't help feeling disgusted by the thought of you penelopetrevino eres insoportable (you are unbearable) carlossainz55 i'm glad your boyfriend cheated on you penelopetrevino bastardo, i hope you dnf (bastard)

she slammed her phone face down, frustrated with carlos sainz. he was completely and utterly annoying. she frowned and failed to notice the person sitting beside her, "first one?"

penelope jumped up, her reflexes having her hold her fists up. the person held their hands up, and penelope deflated, noticing it was a girl. she smiled at penelope, holding out a hand for a handshake, "natalia ruiz."

"penelope trevino," she replied, shaking her hand, "and i'm sorry about that but you scared me."

she shrugged, "i would've done the same. i grew up with charles and his brothers, violence was always the answer. is this your first race? i haven't seen you around here before."

penelope shook her head, "i haven't been here since 2016. my schedule got too busy to attend races."

"and you're here with?"

"carlos, with mclaren."

"ah, you must be the annoying thorn in his side."

"the bastard said that about me? i'll have you know i am a saint compared to carlos sainz. he told me he was glad my boyfriend cheated on me."

"ooh," natalia said, "that's tough. i can help you get back at him."

"how?"

"adding you to our group chat, i'm surprised daph hasn't added you yet. she always manages to get everyone's number. it's sort of scary what she can do."

"do it," penelope said, "anything to further annoy carlos."

natalia laughed, handing her phone to her, "put your number in there. i have a feeling we're about to be good friends penelope trevino."

natalia ruiz added one person

max verstappen why does everyone suddenly love adding people? bad enough leclerc and ruiz are here.

charles leclerc i can and will crash into you. natalia ruiz fuck you verstappen max verstappen no thanks, you're not my type. daniel ricciardo yeah, he prefers small blondes named mae jones max verstappen i'm going to murder you

carlos sainz you have got to be shitting me

carlos sainz what have you done?

carlos sainz is nothing sacred anymore?

lewis hamilton i bet it's penelope, the girl he was complaining about earlier.

natalia ruiz you're being dramatic carlos, she's a nice girl. she almost punched me.

penelope trevino YOU SCARED ME! FIGHT OR FLIGHT! I PICKED FIGHT! I ALWAYS PICK FIGHT!

daniel ricciardo i don't get it, why invite her if you were going to complain about her?

carlos sainz i didn't invite her, my dad did. i don't want her anywhere near me.

mae jones didn't know princess diaries 2 was getting a remake.

daphne jones huh, you're right. mae jones of course i am, i always am daphne jones that's debatable

fernando alonso i was under the impression he liked her? it seems like those things children do to get someone's attention.

penelope trevino the better spanish driver is so wrong. he doesn't like me. i also don't like him. we tolerate each other because our families like each other.

carlos sainz tolerate each other is too nice

pierre gasly are you not spanish too?

penelope trevino I'M MEXICAN! YOU FRENCH FRY!

natalia ruiz she's like charles when they call him french

charles leclerc i'm not french, i'm monegasque.

pierre gasly tell that to arthur, he seems to think he's french. charles leclerc arthur's too busy trying to date sergio's niece, his opinion doesn't matter. lance stroll isabella? she said they were besties? or something like that charles leclerc the other one! lance stroll dulce? charles leclerc THAT ONE!

daphne jones carlos why do you even dislike her? she seems like a nice girl

carlos sainz oh, she's got you all fooled penelope trevino i've only ever been mean to you in retaliation pendejo. you cut off my pigtail when we were kids so i shaved your head

daniel ricciardo i find it hard to believe that carlos was ever bald

penelope trevino he was like 7 and i was 5. i am petty.

natalia ruiz heard your song with bad bunny, please marry me. it's like dress level good

pierre gasly translation: it's a horny song esteban ocon forever scared. do not look up the lyrics

natalia ruiz they make it sound worse in english, it's actually not that bad

fernando alonso she lies. penelope trevino it's not that bad mae jones i translated the lyrics, it's pretty bad. i aspire to write a song as horny as that one day.

sebastian vettel somehow i get called dad but all of you tend to 'adopt' the first person you come across

natalia ruiz that's not true! i'm simply helping a friend annoy someone else.

carlos sainz what have i ever done to you natalia?

natalia ruiz nothing but i love chaos and a good enemies to lovers

carlos sainz me and her? never.

penelope trevino the two of us? never in a million years

lewis hamilton screenshotting so when you two inevitable end up together i have proof.

daniel ricciardo I DID THE SAME THING YEARS AGO!

max verstappen why do i vaguely remember that??

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penelopetrevino two pretty (new) bestfriends take on australia!

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nataliaruiz we're besties now! even if you almost punched me

↳ penelopetrevino of course, but don't sneak up on me if you don't want to get nearly punched.

user86 this is so iconic of them

user29 the dresses are so iconic of them but who took the picture??

landonorris so no picture credits? wow mom

↳ penelopetrevino so sorry my son 📸 landonorris

↳ landonorris thanks mom!

↳ user55 lando literally imprinted like a baby duck on penelope

user44 not charles liking a post because his bestie was tagged in it

↳ user31 those two are not just besties and we all fucking know it

↳ user91 facts! those two are in love

user64 so no carlos???

lando norris i don't why carlos doesn't like penelope, she's nice??

penelope trevino ugly bitches hate me

carlos sainz says the ugly person herself

lance stroll he may hate her guts but he will never call her a bitch

alex albon we respect women here lance! lance stroll i know that alex!

mae jones love a good enemies to lovers

natalia ruiz same, it's mia and nicholas but irl

max verstappen i still don't get what that means

daniel ricciardo right, forgot you basically had no childhood. we're watching princess diaries 2. EVERYONE TO MY HOTEL ROOM!!

lance stroll CAN I COME TOO??!!! esteban ocon lance, buddy, are you feeling okay??

lance stroll THAT WASN'T ME!! I HAVE A CHILD CHASING ME!!

george russell i can hear him screaming for sergio to "control his child"

george russell i wasn't aware checo had children who could text.

sebastian vettel that's his niece george.

george russell i knew that...

lance stroll DANNY!! CAN I COME?!! I LOVE THE PRINCESS DIARIES!!

daniel ricciardo of course isabella.

lance stroll this is why you're my favorite red bull driver

max verstappen what the fuck?

pierre gasly HE DOESN'T EVEN DRIVE FOR RED BULL ANYMORE

lance stroll added one person

isabella perez i don't care. are any of you dating daphne freaking jones??

daniel ricciardo how the fuck??

penelope trevino DANIEL'S DATING DAPHNE JONES??

isabella perez i saw you guys kissing one time last year... if you really want to keep your relationship a secret maybe try harder

daphne jones I TOLD YOU RICCIARDO!! BUT NO YOU SAID, "WHO COULD POSSIBLY SEE US??"

daniel ricciardo how was a i supposed to know she was around??? she's like a baby duck.

isabella perez i am.

isabella perez i'm like jacob with rotisserie chicken in twilight

max verstappen what the fuck is twilight

isabella perez oh, they weren't joking when they said you had no childhood.

penelope trevino what the fuck did i get myself into??

isabella perez SINGING IN THE SHOWER!! LA-DA-DI LA-DA-DA

penelope trevino oh por dios

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¡leclerc-s speaks! i'm not quite sure how i feel about this part but i lowkey think it's cute. so here it is! please do not expect parts this frequently, i'm just trying to get the first part out for every series in the honest series. i'll probably disappear for a week after that, it's a pattern for me.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

#leclerc-s #the honest series #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x female oc #formula 1 #formula 1 fic #fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au #f1 fic

[enterplanetdust]

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i think of school shooters the same way that id think of a spoiled child being told "no" to having their third serving of ice cream for the day it's like they figure out that life isn't fair (which literally everyone else figured out at birth + mental illnesses) in spite of their many privileges and then they fucking lose it

and as much as i think back to eric harris and how i feel bad for him on occasion, for him and dylan to grasp at straws for reasons to hate others (which is not to undermine the bullying and torment they received) is insane to me (like him getting pissed about girls not calling him back or dylan slapping his coworker because she told him off about something).

all of this and their childishness in spite of the fact that they were literally planning a massive terrorist attack (which isn't so childish) is essentially prominent in how they mention that the shooting is their fault entirely. did they just think that bbecause you say something that it automatically becomes true? i mean, e&d were going to kill themselves and it ain't possible to bring a dead person to court, so of course they'd arrest mark manes and philip duran and bring robyn to court

i just don't think eric and dylan really understood the consequences of their actions because they were so caught up in this retarded escapist fantasy where they were the heroes in tarantino films (and teenagers). i think the concept of this just makes me sad in general, since the way they behaved during and leading up to the shooting was an obvious way for them to feel powerful and in control, which had been stripped from them by that very school.

i also don't mean to undermine the horrid environment at columbine and the obvious favoritism that plagued the student body and staff. harris and klebold were incredibly mentally ill, which when is combined with a toxic environment in which you spend your developmental years and a mutually hate-filled friendship, results in tragedy.

it also hurts my heart to read anecdotes about the victims, eric and dylan included, from those who loved them. hearing about how cassie bernall struggled with suicidality, thoughts of killing her parents, and briefly experimenting with the goth subculture made me wonder if eric or dylan ever considered that others felt the same pain and troubles that they did. hearing about how devon adams had to decide on which friend's funeral to attend, one murdering the other and many more, reading about an interaction brooks had with rachel while they were smoking wherein they discussed their religious affiliations respectfully, learning about how daniel mauser would attend anti-gun protests, devon sharing how dylan saved one of rachels interpretive dances by fixing the tape, etc make me think of how intertwined littleton is (especially columbine kids) and the domino effect that it's had on the world.

so many shooters have cited e&d as inspirations, people have replicated wrath and natural selection shirts, written fics about them, plays, films, etcetera. there's online communities dedicated to colimbine, sometimes as part of a larger true crime community, where people discuss and learn about it. i myself began research approx. 2 years ago and have since developed a special interest regarding columbine. deaths, other than ones because of copycat shooters/killers such as sol pais are linked to columbine. it's had such an imnense effect on the world that cannot be understated solely because of its magnitude.

columbine was so senseless and i hate that 14 children and a beloved teacher died so that e&d could "even the score." i hope, in their final moments, that eric and dylan felt ashamed and embarrassed of what they did, the world, music, movies, their hobbies and interests they discarded, the people they left behind who've been left to pcik up the pieces of their destruction

#columbine 1999 #tcc #eric harris #dylan klebold #yap session

[vanfleeter]

For Death or For Glory (2) // JTK

The long awaited second chapter. If you need a refresher course, reread Chapter 1, here.

Characters: Jake x Lily (oc) Warnings: As always, this is 18+. Mentions of murder and theft. Tiny bit of fluff if you squint. Angst, alluding to/mentioning death. Smut. Masturbating (male). Dirty thoughts ( I guess that can be a warning, ha). As always, if I miss something please let me know. Author's note: Apologies for any grammatical errors, I tried to fix everything that I could find but I hope you enjoy! I've missed pirate!Jake. I also promise to try my best to stay on top of this series.

Leaning over his horse, Joshua huffs a breath in boredom. Samuel glances over at him and Joshua rolls his eyes. Samuel chuckles and shakes his head. “Are we almost there?” Joshua groans.

“Almost.” Lydia says. “Just beyond those hills.” She points to the horizon in front of them.

“Maybe we should stop for the night.” Joshua suggests.

“Getting tired?” Samuel teases.

“More like hungry.” Joshua says. “We haven’t eaten since we left the other town and Jacob’s hogging all the food he bought.”

“More like stole..” Lily retorts.

Jacob rolls his eyes. He reaches into the bag that hangs from his saddle and pulls out of a loaf of bread before tossing it at Joshua. “Eat.” Joshua sarcastically smiles before he begins to pick at the bread.

“I think we should stop for the night.” Lily says.

“We are almost there,” Jacob says. “We can make it.”

“Jacob, it’s getting late and we’re getting tired.”

“The sooner we get to this town–whatever it is–we can rest then.” He says as he keeps moving his horse forward. “Let’s go.”

“As much as I hate to fuel the fire that seems to be building here, he’s right–we need to keep going. And these woods aren’t safe to stay in.” Lydia says as she trots back and forth on her horse.

“What do you mean?” Samuel inquires as he reaches over to Joshua and grabs the loaf of bread.

“Hey! Give that back!” Joshua shouts as he tries grabbing for the loaf but Samuel holds it out of reach while he breaks the bread in half. He hands the other half back to Joshua who huffs and pouts. “Why do I get the smaller piece?”

“Because you’re the shortest.” Samuel teases before riding his horse up alongside Lydia. “Now, back to these woods. Why aren’t they safe?”

Lydia breathes a sigh. “At night, things come out.”

“What things?” He asks.

“Wolves, witches, elves–”

“Oh my..” Josh snickers.

Jacob sighs and rolls his eyes. “Well, it seems Joshua will fit right in with the elves.” Samuel jokes, though his smile soon fades as he sees Lydia’s expression on her face. He clears his throat and takes a bite of the bread.

“Wolves will tear you limb from limb if they catch you off guard, which they will,” Lydia begins to explain. “The elves are thieves and murderers and the witches—they are the worst of them all.”

“How so?” Lily asks.

“Have you ever heard of sirens?” Lydia says. All three of the boys lower their heads, unable to each other or anyone else in the eyes. “I take that as a yes. These witches are land sirens as we like to call them. They lure men into these woods, if they haven’t found themselves here already, and they will use their weaknesses against them–love, sex, pride. Whatever your weakness is will ultimately be the cause of your death.”

Samuel, wanting to be the one to pretend not to be scared, scoffs. “Pfft, how bad can that be?”

Jacob halts his horse and turns to face Samuel. “Need I remind you what happened to our father all those years ago?” He says. “We all saw what happened.. We won’t let that happen again.”

“You already did..” Samuel says in a solemn voice. “That’s how Daniel ended up in prison.”

In a flash, Jacob has his sword pulled around his waist and pressed into Samuel’s throat. “I suggest you shut it..”

“Or what? You’ll kill me?” Samuel challenges. “Your own brother?”

“That is enough.” Lily says as she rides her horse over to the two. “Our goal is free Daniel and not bickering over whose fault it is that landed him in prison is not our main focus.” She rests her hand on Jacob’s wrist and lowers his sword away from Samuel’s throat. “Now let’s keep moving.”

Eventually they all made it to a clearing. “The town isn’t much further,” Lydia says as she leads them through the clearing. “Once we get there, I’ll be able to bring you to my uncle’s shop and you can stay in the upstairs living quarters until I can secure you a ship to leave on.”

Jacob rides up besides Lily and kicks her foot with his. She turns her head to look at him and finds him stretching out his hand, offering an apple. Her eyebrows furrow and she shakes her head. He clears his throat and shoves the apple closer to her.

“You should eat,” He says. “You haven’t had anything since we got here.”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t,” He says, shrugging his shoulders and still holding the apple out to her. “But I don’t want you passing out and slowing us down.”

Lily scoffs and snatches the apple out of his hand and takes a bite out of it. In all honesty, she was hungry but she wasn’t gonna give him the satisfaction that he quenched her hunger. She rolls her eyes and he scoffs as a tiny smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

Finally they reach the town that Lydia had spoken of. Jacob sighs in relief and climbs off the horse when they approach a small cottage just outside of the town. It was quiet, a little bit dark, but otherwise it felt safe. Jacob always had this thing in him, allowing him to know whether danger was nearby. A feeling of intuition. He does help Lily down from her horse, despite her refusing his hand. He shoots a wink as she huffs and fixes her dress.

“You know, if you wore pants, it would be a lot easier to get around.” Lydia says as she walks up the door of the cottage.

“She’s a princess, they don’t wear pants.” Jacob teases.

“Well then, princess, I’d start doing so if I were you.” Lydia pulls open the door and waves her arm for the others to step inside. “You all can stay here until I can secure you a way off this island.” She says as she closes the door behind them. “There are rooms upstairs, please go decide for yourselves which ones you’d like to sleep in–although a couple of you will need to bunk.

The boys immediately took off up the stairs, clamoring over each other–shoving and pushing and shouting curse words to one another. These are the people that Lily is stuck with. Wonderful.

Huffing and picking up the ends of her dress, she makes her way upstairs to the second floor of the cottage. She can hear them still bickering over the rooms at the other end of the hallway so she goes to the other end and chooses the one lone room. She pushes open the door and steps inside. The cool breeze of the evening blows through the room, brushing her skin ever so lightly like a soft feather.

She’s broken out of her thoughts when she hears Jacob huffing. “I’d rather share a room with Samuel..” She turns to face him and folds her arms over her chest.

“At least I do not snore.” She says with a small shrug of her shoulders. Jacob scoffs and walks over to the bed.

“There’s only one bed..” He says.

“Very good, Jacob.” She says sarcastically. “You can count.”

Jacob sneers at her and stands up. “Well I am not sharing the bed with you.”

“Good, because I have already been thinking of making you sleep on the floor.” Lily says as she makes her way over to the bed and sits down on the other side.

A knock comes on the doorframe and they both look over to see Lydia. She holds two different stacks of clothing in her arms. “Fresh clothing to wear to bed, more comfortable.” She says as she approaches the bed. She looks towards Lily, a hint of a smirk playing on her face. “If you two are uncomfortable sharing a bed, I can carry up a small cot–though I must say that it is very uncomfortable so..”

“Saves you from sleeping on the floor, hmm?” Lily says as she looks over at Jacob.

He rolls his eyes and stands from the bed. “Fine..”

Once Lydia is gone from the room, Jacob snatches up his clothes and steps behind the changing curtain. “No such thing as ladies first with you, huh?” Lily says from the bed.

“I’d hardly consider you a lady.” Jacob responds from behind the curtain.

“Watch yourself, Jacob.”

“Or what?” He leans his head out to look at her. “You’ll have me arrested? Hanged? Stoned to death?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “Your royal status has no power here.”

“Until we get back.” She says as she stands from the bed.

“Oh well,” Jacob leans back behind the curtain to finish getting changed. “Then I shall be awaiting my demise when we return you home.”

“Ahh, you won’t stay as well?”

“Ha!” Jacob laughs. He steps out from behind the curtain, the white billowing shirt untied and exposing his top half. Lily grabs her clothes from the bed and walks over to the curtain. “So I can be your prisoner for all of eternity?” He twirls his finger, ordering her to turn around and she does so he can untie her dress. Unwarranted but not unwanted. “You really should consider wearing something other than a dress. The ties on this are awful.” He taps her shoulder and she steps behind the curtain to change into the night clothing.

“I’ve worn a dress all my life.. Was always taught that a lady mustn’t show her legs.”

“Times are changing, princess. It might be time that you follow along with it.” Jacob sits down on the bed and leans forward on his knees.

“It’d be highly inappropriate for me–I represent my kingdom and my people.”

“As I have said a little bit ago.. Your status holds no power here. This is not your kingdom, nor are the waters.” Lily steps out from behind the curtain in a white nightgown. “You can be who you want to be–who you desire to be.. That is why my brothers and I live on the sea. No one to tell us who we should be or what we should do. No laws, just fresh air and freedom.”

“Filthy pirates, you are.” Lily walks over to her side of the bed and sits down. She begins undoing her hair and redoing it into a simple braid. She feels the bed move and she glances over her shoulder to see Jacob grabbing the extra pillow off of the bed and tossing it to the floor.

“I don’t believe Lydia will be coming back,” He says as he retrieves a blanket from the end of the bed and tosses it to the floor beside the pillow. “Might as well make myself comfortable.” Lily only watches him before getting ready for bed herself and sliding underneath the covers. It didn’t take long before sleep finally took over the both of them.

Though in the middle of the night, Jacob was awakened by Lily’s screams. Bolting upright on the floor, he scrambles to his feet to find her tossing and turning in the bed. Tears are pouring down her face as she cries out for her father. Rushing over to her side, Jacob grabs her shoulders and starts to wake her.

“Lily!” He calls. “Lily, wake up!” Her hands fight him as she tries pushing him off. “Lily, stop! Wake up!” Finally she awakens from her nightmare, her eyes widening as she looks up at Jacob. She collapses into his arms in a fit of tears, her body shaking against his.

The bedroom flies open and Joshua and Samuel run in with their swords drawn. “What is happening here?” Joshua questions.

“Put your weapons,” Jacob huffs. “Everything is okay. She was having a nightmare.”

Samuel sighs and lowers his sword. “That was awful,” He says. “I thought I was dreaming until I heard Joshua’s loud feet pounding on the floor in the room beside.”

“Go back to bed,” Jacob orders. “I can handle it from here, she’ll be okay.”

As the two turn back around and leave the room, Jacob pulls Lily off of him and lifts her chin. “Are you okay?” She meekly nods her head and wipes her face with the backs of her hands.

“I apologize for waking you up,” She says. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

Jacob shakes his head. “You were screaming for your father,” He says as he sits down on the bed. “Were you dreaming about the attack?” Lily nods her head, her bottom lip quivering.

“I’m sorry..” She says.

“Stop apologizing.” He says. “I can understand having nightmares… I dream about my father’s death on occasion..” He clears his throat. “But that is a story for another time..” He gently pats her knee and stands from the bed. “Try to go back to sleep.” He says before beginning to make his way back to his spot on the floor.

“Jacob?” He hears her whisper. He turns back to face her and she lifts her head. “Can you lay with me please?” She says. “Just until I fall back asleep..”

Jacob wrestles with the thoughts in his mind. Should he or should he not? Giving in, he climbs onto the bed and crawls over to Lily. He stays above the covers but holds them up for her to get back underneath. He allows her to get comfortable, though his body slightly tenses as she lays her head against his chest. He gulps and watches her. Relaxing his body, he carefully rests his arm around her shoulders.

Though his heart remained at the same pace, he could feel the nervous feeling coursing through his veins. Why is he nervous? It’s only the princess. A girl he’s watched grow up but barely knows. A girl he’s watched from afar as he terrorizes vulnerable people while she lives prosperously inside of a castle on the very island that turned itself on him and his brothers.

Even being on her father’s ship, the king of the island, he still hardly ever spoke to her, let alone even being near her. The king forbade the crew on the ship from communicating with his daughter.

How he and his brothers found their way on the ship was by sheer luck. The king was against allowing pirates to join his crew but when he learned of the riches he could obtain when and if he helped release Daniel from prison, he couldn’t say no. Jacob knew the king’s weaknesses. Greed and power were of those. And so the three of them were granted passage onto the ship to rescue their friend. Now they find themselves stranded on an island that they know nothing of with no ways of travel to free Daniel.

The next morning, he wakes up to find his front close to Lily’s back and his arms wrapped securely around his waist. His face is slightly buried in her hair, he notices that it smells a little sweet. But that’s when he feels something that makes his blood run cold and his body tense. Slowly he moves away from her, careful to wake her and slides across the bed. The hardened bulge beneath his pants plainly evident. He climbs out of the bed and quickly leaves the room to relieve himself in the washroom.

Her eyes. Her smile when she smirks at him. The way her dress hugs every curve of her body perfectly. Even the way her nipples were hardened beneath her nightgown.

He chews on his tongue to keep himself silent as he pumps his length in his fist. He shouldn’t be doing this. But he can’t control it, no matter how bad it is.

Finally relieving himself, he washes down the washbasin and grabs fresh linen to dry himself off and redresses into his night clothes and goes back to the bedroom. Lily is still fast asleep in bed, or so he had thought.

“Are you okay?” She asks, nearly making him jump out of his skin.

“I thought you were still asleep..” He says as he sits at the end of the bed.

“The quickness of you leaving woke me up.” She says as she turns over into her back. “You’re not as quick or quiet as you may think you are. Aren’t pirates supposed to be stealthy?”

He scoffs. “Pirates are drunk nearly all the time, not one that I have met is stealthy.” He turns around on the bed. “Did you sleep okay?” She nods her head and rests her arms back over her head, resting them on the pillow. He averts his eyes to a different part of the bed as she stretches, her back arching slightly.

Control yourself, Jacob.

“I didn’t have any bad dreams after that one.” She says with a little giggle. “Maybe sleeping with you keeps them at bay.”

He scoffs again, a little bit of a smile appearing. He pushes off the bed and shakes his head. “Not happening again, princess.” Lies. He wants it to happen again. “Maybe you should start working on controlling your dreams. Can’t rely on someone else to keep them away.”

Her face hardens and she throws the sheets off of her before climbing out of bed. “And you should really work on being a little kinder. Just because you’re a pirate, doesn’t mean that there is compassion inside of you. Last night, I thought maybe for once you could be the least bit kind. You could have just brushed me aside and made me go to sleep but instead you laid with me like I requested.”

“You’re a princess, I was simply following your orders.”

“Even though I have no power on land that I do not possess nor the sea? Isn’t that what you said?”

Playing your own game against you, Jacob. Are you going to allow it?

A knock comes on the door before he can respond back. Lily pulls it open and Lydia stands in the hallway with a bundle of clothing in her hands. “I brought fresh linen for the princess,” She says. “Pants, of course. Easier for travel and less of a pain in the ass to take off.”

“Thank you, Lydia.” Lily says as she takes the clothes from Lydia.

“Of course,” She says, with her eyes traveling the length of Jacob’s body. Of course Lily notices and inhales sharply before reaching for the door. “Breakfast will be ready soon. So please come downstairs once the two of you are dressed.”

Once she is gone, Lily closes the door and brings her clothes over to the bed. Jacob watches her every move. A smirk grows on his face as he realizes that she’s jealous. She obviously won’t say anything. Good for her. But he will. Tease her a little.

“I saw the way you reacted when she looked at me,” He says. The visible action of her body tensing makes him chuckle. “For someone who thinks of me only as a filthy pirate, I’d say you seem a little.. Hmm.. What’s the word? Jealous? Green with ivy?”

Lily spins to face him, her eyebrows tightly knitted together. “I do not know what you are talking about.” She gathers up the clean clothes and steps behind the changing curtain.

“It’s okay if you are.” He says as he reclines himself on the bed. “A lot of women fawn over me..”

“Ha!” Lily laughs. “Me? Fawn over you?” She scoffs and tosses her nightgown over the top of the curtain. He catches a small glimpse of her silhouette as the sun touches the curtain. “I would never be caught fawning over a pirate.”

A few minutes later, she steps out from behind the curtain fully dressed and running her fingers through the length of her hair.

“If she wants to sleep with you, by all means, she can have you.”

Jacob chuckles and he sits back up. “I don’t want her..” He says.

“No?” Lily reaches her discarded dress and begins to neatly fold it. She’ll have to figure out how to pack it to bring it back home. “She’s rather pretty. I mean, have you seen the way her body is sculpted?”

Yes but not hers. Yours.

“I’d kill for a body like hers. The way her breasts are perfectly round.”

Yours are better. Though I’ve never actually seen them.

“Her eyes are piercingly blue.”

Yours are brown but still more beautiful than hers.

“And her lips. I bet they’re soft. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t into her.”

I'd be lying if I said I weren’t into you.

Oh bloody hell, Jacob. Pull yourself together. She is a princess.

He clears his throat and stands up from the bed. “We should go see if breakfast is ready.” He says before quickly leaving the room.

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Interview with the Vampire first draft trivia

I've been meaning to make this post for a while now so I'm doing it. The Vampire Companion is a reference book for the Vampire Chronicles made in collaboration with Anne Rice. It is basically the VC wiki in book form from the 90s but with analysis of lots of themes and symbolism (there's entries for literally anything got even a passing mention in the series, and example of entries on one page chose at random are " adventure, Aegean sea, aesthetic choice" with multiple paragraphs each I shit you not like the "Aegean sea" entry explains it is basically just mentioned in passing it is COMPREHENSIVE. It also famously has an entry for penis/phallus (none for vagina or vulva tho booo). This book features a lot of analysis of VC and it's themes and it is legit some of the worst analysis I've ever seen. A lot of it is in the Freudian mindset/style which *Kubrick stares in psychology student*. It also just reflects a lot of the opinions Anne Rice had about her characters she had in the 90s, the entry on Louis really shows she hates him.

HOWEVER The Vampire Companion has one really cool feature and that is that it mentions things that were in the first draft of IWTV which was later removed. I love this kind of trivia, I love reading the IMDB trivia for these kinds of facts, so I'm collecting them all here in this post:

Lestat was supposed to die in the fire at Rue Royale. When he comes back from the swamp it was originally his last appearance and even then when they meet the Nosferatu/zombie-like vampires of Eastern Europe Louis concludes that the murder attempt left Lestat like those vampires, literally an animated corpse when he came back from the swamp and to Louis, whether Lestat survived the fire or not, Lestat is dead

Lestat's original backstory in IWTV is that Lestat was a poet as a boy. I'm just transcribing this part bc I love it so much: "....it was his poetry full of dreams and longings, that endeared Louis to him. When Louis tries to get Lestat to talk about his poetry, Lestat curtly dismisses it, as if he views it as an idealistic boy's worthless fancies." T_T I think about this part a lot and I kind of wish this part had not been removed but given that Lestat was originally based on Anne's husband Stan who was a poet, she probably removed it for personal reasons.

Rice had originally planned for Louis's tone in IWTV to be similar to that of Oscar Wilde but it changed when she changed from the POV of Daniel (1st draft) to Louis (final version). As annoying as the constant quotation marks are in IWTV, I think nonstop "the vampire said___" would have been worse

The reporter says that Louis looks to be around 35 instead of the final 25

When in Paris Louis and Claudia both accidently run into a random vampire and he runs away scared, Louis and Claudia then make themselves more obvious as vampires to attract the others to them

One evening they come home and a whole bunch of vampires are in their flat, and they take them to a rotting mansion with older human servants who are hoping to be turned into vampires. There they finally meet Armand

The vampires then get together in a room and recite Baudelaire's "Les Fleurs du Mal" and then a blonde woman is brought in, begging for her life, and she is passed around as they drink from her. Louis is horrified but drinks from her, and then Armand takes Louis to his bedroom where a woman is asleep on the bed and Louis crawls into the bed and drinks from her, killing her in her sleep

The group of vampires have more strict rules than the theater ones seem to described as loving conformity, abhor wasted opportunities, and constantly provoking each other into dares and challenges (vampire Jackass). Louis doesn't like the vampires but Claudia joins them, dressing in all black, dies her hair white, and befriends 3 brothers and has fun tormenting priests

In the original version of IWTV Claudia goes off with three vampire brothers she meets in Paris and does not die (I think Claudia leaving and meeting Bruce in the AMC show might have been an allusion to this). However AR claims she experienced "psychological difficulties" (the book's phrasing not mine) until she rewrote the ending where Claudia dies. Having Louis grieve Claudia was cathartic for her

When the vampires learn that Claudia killed Lestat they think his death was just and no punishment is required XD

Louis finally leaves not fitting in and Armand chases after him, asking why he left and then leaves the others for Louis. He also tells Louis his backstory (which is never revealed in IWTV)

In the original draft of IWTV Claudia is described as 3 or 4 instead of 5

Anne Rice did not originally realize that Claudia, the 5 year old who can never die, was a projection of her own desire for her daughter who died at 5. She originally saw Claudia as a way to talk about how women can be infantilized or considered inferior to men, by making the way women can be treated (not intelligent, not strong, not rational) physical in the form of a child

AR did use Michelle's (her daughter's) physical appearance, blond hair and blue eyes for describing Claudia, but again, denies that she was aware of a deeper significance at the time, but says it made a lot of sense later. However Claudia's personality is not based on Michelle (which makes sense bc we mostly see an adult Claudia in the book and movie and Michelle died at 5)

AR originally planned for Armand to be a central figure and villain in Queen of the Damned but decided he wasn't evil enough (I think this is cute)

Armand was completely different. He is described as innocent and angelic and in his twenties (However the final version of IWTV simply describes him as young, being 17 was added later and I personally always see him as early 20s bc of how I pictured him reading IWTV)

Armand was originally only from Venice, not Kiev, son of a guilder and later living with his maker for over a century (similar to what we learn in TVL and TVA but not nearly as dark, no sex trafficking or pedophilia)

Louis and Armand originally genuinely have a good relationship, traveling the world together after leaving Paris, and at one point Louis convinces him finally that vampires are inherently evil, he offers to go into the sun with Louis T_T However Louis cannot bring himself to do that so he adopts Armand's morals

Armand shows Louis a way to humanely kill and drink, by identifying "Those Who Want To Die" and Louis describes going to a cemetery and finding the mother of a child who had passed doesn't want to live anymore and Armand gently kills her. However Louis decides he simply likes it better when is victims fight back

The original ending of IWTV is Louis mentions that he hates going back to New Orleans because it was where he met his mortal love, but he never elaborates on who this was. (??? Anne???) As the interview ends around there Daniel notices the sun coming up and starts backing out of the room while Louis keeps talking because he was still afraid of Louis eating him. XD Louis finally realizes what was going on when Daniel makes it all the way to his car XD and is angry with him and asks for the tapes back. Armand arrives and says Daniel should have the tapes, that what Louis really wants is the tale to be public. Louis and Armand get in a cab and ride off into the night together (I also wonder if the end of s1 being Louis and Armand holding hands in front of Daniel is an allusion to this)

AR also points out that the book has large tonal differences, she wondered if it was an issue but then decided she liked it, saying Louis is a cynical cold person who warms up and then grows cold again throughout the novel. This character arc was never intentional though

Anne Rice says two main inspirations for IWTV are Richard Matheson's "Dress of White Silk" which is from the POV of a child vampire, and the movie "Dracula's Daughter" which had a tragic and sensual vampire.

The original IWTV short story (which you can still read) is very different, the vampire is not like Louis but based on Oscar Wilde, she intended the tone to be ironic and witty. The vampire enjoys killing and tells the reporter that, and like in the books says "the room the interview is in is just a room" but at the end reveals he is waiting for the occupant to come home so he can kill him, and the reporter runs away frightened. Lestat does not really exist other than as a nameless maker and Claudia and Armand also do not exist

The Vampire Companion does not really have "first draft" comments on any of the other books (only the first 4 had been out when it was published). I imagine it is because an author's first book is usually subjected to more edits and rewrites while they are struggling to get it published, but once the foot is in the door you don't have to do that as much (and AR took this a step further with firing her editor after becoming a NYT bestseller!).

However there were a few things about characters who appear later which I found interesting:

In the Daniel entry she says she wanted to explore Armand and Daniel's relationship more in future books, which we know she never does :(

Gabrielle was deliberately based on AR's own mother. Her mother was a feminist activist, often making AR feel like her mother paid more attention to her activism than to her, which mirrors Lestat wishing Gabrielle would teach him to read so he can enjoy the escapism. However both Gabrielle and AR's mother were unhappy in their domestic motherly roles, which is reflected in Gabrielle. AR's mother was also an alcoholic and died when AR was young of complications due to alcoholism. AR deliberately wrote Lestat saving his mother from death by making her a vampire, and Gabrielle being freed from the expectations of her gender as a wish she could have done the same with her mother T_T

David is also meant to be her father, he was dying due to some heart disease at the time she wrote TOTBT (he was not actually dead yet but I think was by the time she published or shortly after) and David is described as dying due to similar causes. So she wrote once again one of her parents not dying but becoming immortal. TOTBT is also much darker compared to TVL and QOTD, the previous two Lestat narrated books, and her grief helps explain why (but also "AR pls go to therapy" challenge)

I also find this excerpt on Anne Rice projecting onto Lestat interesting bc this is VERY similar to what Gabrielle says to Lestat: "As a writer I put myself into Lestat much more deeply than I had put myself into Louis because I was dealing with aggression in Lestat, and dealing with my own repressions. Lestat was my male hero who could do what I couldn't. I wanted to get out of the mindset of the passive grieving person [from when she was writing IWTV]." :/

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Throwing Good After Bad (Chapter 3)

Scully

Scully fiddles absentmindedly with the gold wedding band around her finger. Wind whips wildly at her hair and she shivers at the cold breeze coming off the ocean. Her boots shift awkwardly on the beach and she momentarily considers taking off her shoes just so she can feel the sand between her toes. It’s a familiar, comforting feeling, one she could use right about now.

They arrived at the island five hours ago by boat and ever since, she’s been trying to make sense of their place here. Joe and Mulder made quick work of divvying up duffel bags and suitcases between their two cabins while she and Lydia stood by watching their boat—and only transportation off the island—disappear into the rough surf.

While the sea breeze coming off the waves is refreshing, the campsite itself is eerie. A set of four cabins has been set up a few hundred feet from the beach, close enough that when she’s inside her cabin, she can still hear the surf. A thick forest has grown up around the campsite and although she isn’t afraid, she clings to her bear mace as she walks the path from the beach back to the cabins. Their boat captain warned them of the dangers of Black Sands Island—the grizzly bears are scary, he had said, but the people are scarier.

Who the hell would choose to vacation here?

A long gravel pathway connects her cabin to Mulder’s and she stares at his door for a long minute, wondering whether she should go make sure he’s playing nice with Lydia. On the boat ride over from Seattle, he wasn’t the least bit interested in making nice with his new wife. Rather, to her amusement, he had spent much of the voyage trying not to heave over the side of the boat. Instead of babysitting her partner, however, Scully decides to clomp back to her shared space with Joe. She should probably get to know him better, but she spent most of the boat ride worrying over Mulder's sick stomach. 

Joe is quite nice, if not a little shy. He seems uncomfortable being in her personal space and she appreciates that he is aware of the awkwardness of their situation: practical strangers, forced to share a one-bedroom, one-bath cabin on a remote island.

Their cabin doesn’t boast even a couch, so she’s resigned herself to the fact that she’ll be bunking with Joe. Their bed is happily queen-sized, but even this is too small for her comfort level. As she walks towards the cabin, she’s thinking about the large recliner in the middle of the living room. She could probably get decent sleep on it.

She opens the door and yanks off her boots. Sand cascades off them and onto the doormat and she frowns. Even as a little girl, she hated the feeling of sand in between her bedsheets when she visited the beach with her family. She hopes Joe doesn’t plan on tracking sand all around the cabin.

“Doing some whale watching, Danielle?”

Mulder’s voice catches her off guard and she jumps. Sly as a fox, her partner is lounging deep in the recliner, his feet propped all the way up, a wicked grin on his face.

“Just getting a feel for the local flora and fauna, Floyd,” she responds with an eyeroll. She glances around and, not seeing Joe, quirks a questioning eyebrow at Mulder.

He shrugs. He’s not here, he mouths.

She walks up to him and balances on the arm of the chair.

“This place gives me the creeps,” she says under her breath. From the beach, she could really sense the remoteness of their situation. On the boat, they passed a few nearby islands but once she stood on the sand and looked out to sea, all she could see was more ocean.  

Mulder tosses a few sunflower seeds in his mouth. “You think Kersh intentionally sent us out here to get murdered?”

Scully shakes her head. “I think he cares about Lydia and Joe too much for that.”

Mulder looks up at her. “Ah, but maybe they’re our killers. Better watch yourself tonight as you’re cuddled up in bed with pretty boy Joe, Agent Scully.”

That earns him a smack to the back of the head. “Shut up, Mulder.” She looks around again and glances at her watch. “Where is he? We’re all supposed to be present for the briefing in half an hour.”

Mulder shrugs carelessly, but behind his feigned nonchalance, she can tell he is on edge too. She shifts slightly and nudges for him to scoot over. He shifts over to make room for her and she shuffles into the open space in the large recliner.

“How are we supposed to find out anything about this Black Sands Community, Mulder?” she asks, closing her eyes. “I walked around the beach for almost an hour and didn’t see anything except wilderness.”

She feels his head shake. “Kersh sent us on a no-win mission, Scully. He just wanted to piss us off for a few days.”

She kicks his leg with her sock foot. “Are you not interested in the possibility of ritualistic sacrifices?”

Mulder taps her leg back. “You read the briefing, Scully. The evidence is slim-to-none. The folks who reported any knowledge of human sacrifices were crackpots. It’s all just the typical rumor and conspiracy you always see attached to a heavily protected, cloistered religious community.”

Scully opens her eyes in disbelief. “Did you and I switch bodies on the boat ride over here, Mulder?”

He grins toothily and cracks a seed between his teeth. She grabs a handful of seeds from his open palm and fiddles with them. “I’m just saying,” he says, “I wouldn’t put it past Kersh to dump us here for a few weeks, just to make us feel bad about ourselves and our place in the world.”

Scully worries her lip. “But then where do Joe and Lydia fit in?”  

“They’re just here to ruin all our fun.”

Scully can’t help the feeling nagging at the back of her mind. “You’re wrong,” she murmurs quietly. “This isn’t just some pointless assignment intended to personally offend you, Mulder. There’s something going on on this island.”

Mulder twists his head and their gazes meet. Squished into the recliner together, their noses are just centimeters apart.

“I can feel it,” she breathes.

Mulder studies her for a long minute, his expression turning serious, and then he nods.

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It’s dark outside by the time Joe returns to the cabin, Lydia striding in after him. Embarrassed by their proximity, Scully shoves Mulder off the recliner and greets the other agents with a smile.

“So, are we just waiting on him now?” Joe asks, glancing apprehensively at the door.

Everyone nods and Scully swallows.

Him.

Mulder glances around the room, his gaze full of authority. “Everyone remember your cover?”

Joe, Lydia, and Scully all nod. She spent the six-hour plane ride to Seattle poring over every detail of her character, Danielle Parsons.

They stand in silence for a long moment and Scully starts to suggest that they get to know each other better before he arrives. From the few moments she’s spent with Joe, she knows only a few details about him—that he’s a former fireman turned federal agent, with aspirations to serve as a congressman. She knows next-to-nothing about Lydia, except that the woman is good-looking, quiet, and doesn’t get seasick.

Before she can make her suggestion, however, there is a sharp rap at the door. Mulder shoots them all an expectant glance and Scully notices that everyone seems to stiffen slightly. Mulder gestures for them all to settle down before he strides to the door and opens it.

In the threshold stands a young man, his hair covered by a thick gray beanie, his lean, tall body dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt. He smiles openly at the four of them and Mulder motions for him to come inside.

“Hi, everyone,” the man says with a cheerful voice, “as you know from your travel agency booking, I’m Evan, and I’m going to be your guide for the next few days on the island.”

Everyone nods. As part of their briefing, Scully learned that Evan is the liaison between the Black Sands Community and the campsite. From what she understands, he is in charge of making sure they have food, water, and entertainment while they’re staying on the island. And making sure they don’t get too close to the Black Sands Community.

“Nice to meet you,” Mulder says, and as Evan enters the cabin, Scully rises to greet him.

“So,” Evan says, staring down at a clipboard in his hands. “I’ve got Jack and Danielle Parsons and Floyd and Lauren Merryweather.”

Joe immediately moves to Scully’s side and his large, warm arm wraps around her waist, drawing her in. Mulder’s eyes seem to travel with the movement and Scully watches in amusement as he briefly fixates on Joe's hand at her hip.

“I’m Jack, and this is my wife, Danielle,” Joe explains, extending a hand to Evan.

Mulder makes a half-hearted attempt at similar pleasantries, placing a hand near Lydia’s back and guiding her closer to Evan, where they introduce themselves as Floyd and Lauren.

Scully notes that Mulder can’t seem to decide how to interact with Lydia, and seems to think that hovering close to her—but just out of touching range—is how a husband treats a wife. She makes a mental note to pull him aside later and give him a tutorial on how to touch your significant other.

“So, you’re here on vacation, I see?” Evan says with another glance at the clipboard. Scully assumes from the briefing that Evan knows only the basics about the four of them—their names, home states (California), and travel dates. “Well, you’ve really come to the right place,” he explains excitedly, and by the gleeful look in his eye, Scully wonders if he’s confused Black Sands Island with Hawaii. “We’ve got sea kayaking, fishing, hunting, hiking, snorkeling, wildlife viewing. The island is regularly named one of the best places in the area to spot humpback whales. We even had a pod of orcas come through recently.”

“Lauren and I are big whale aficionados,” Mulder pipes up unconvincingly, and to her credit, Lydia nods eagerly.

“We’d be interested in getting out on the local hiking trails,” Scully adds. She’s eager to map out the island and find out where the Black Sands Community is located. At her side, Joe shifts and his hand slips slightly lower on her hip.

“Of course,” Evan says with a wide grin. “We can do all of that. If you like hiking, I’ve got a real treat for you tomorrow. But first, I want to fill you in on some ground rules. I’m sure you know you’ve been allowed to stay here at the generosity of our friends, the Black Sands Community. Now, the Black Sands is a very religious, very cloistered community, and that because of that, visitors can only access certain parts of the island.”

Scully cocks her head. “Are you not part of the community?” She had assumed from the briefing that their local guide would be involved with the group.

He shakes his head. “No,” he says with a too-friendly smile. “I’m from Vancouver, but I live here part-time running the local wildlife and sea kayaking tours.”

Mulder glances at her and she lifts her shoulders slightly in a shrug. It might be to their benefit to have an outsider’s perspective.

“Tomorrow,” Evan says, interrupting her train of thought, “we’ll be joined by Grace, a friend of mine who was born and raised in the Black Sands. She’s going to accompany us for a waterfall hike that I love to show visitors on their first day. It really showcases some of the best parts of the island, but to get there, we have to pass through some zoned-off areas. She’ll be there to help us navigate the protected bits.”

His eyes dart around the room, landing on each of them in turn. “I must emphasize, we are here because of the kindness of the Black Sands Community. It is imperative that we respect their authority over this island. This means that I kindly ask you to stay around the campsite when we’re not doing other activities. We’re mostly surrounded by jungle and sand, so there’s not a lot of exploring to do around here anyways.”

His eyes move to linger on her for a long minute and Scully starts to wonder if he saw her wandering around the property earlier.

“In that same vein,” Evan continues, his eyes moving on, “I’ll be checking in on you all in the mornings and evenings, just to make sure you have everything you need.”

Mulder’s eyes dart to hers and they exchange a knowing glance. In other words, I’ll be checking on your whereabouts constantly.

Evan’s lips stretch into a small smile. “So, friends! Any questions?”

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Lookism DG? Imagine a badass unconscious Y/n who’s like a fem Daniel? What will DG do? ❤️ Thanks, I appreciate you!

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒜𝓉 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝐹𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐞, 𝐃𝐆 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 — 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 — 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭.

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A.N.: Sksksjk, thank youuu! And I hope you enjoy this one! 

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Running paths with DG in his youth led both of your lives down a different path, more than surprised when you both met your match. At the time of your meeting, when he still possessed his identity as James Lee, he ran into you while in the midst of a fight with a gang of the First Generation. It’s as if you were a deadly white shadow.

Meeting someone who fought brutally while unconscious is a feat he never expected — shattering his wrist and ribs all whilst never breaking a sweat, it truly humbled him. Yet, the same could be said for you when he dislocated your shoulders and crushed your patella.  Truly you were a force to be reckoned with and he had a difficult time keeping up with every punch and kick you threw at him, distracted by the black empty hues staring back at him.

One would say, it was love at first fight for you two. James grew a sort of infatuation with the woman, charmed by your insatiable need to beat him to a pulp. God, just something about a woman that could kill him had his heart pounding wildly and face flushing. He just had to meet you again.

Your second meeting did come sooner than anticipated but it came to be a surprise when he realized you were dueling with Gun, later he found out per Charles request —

Find the Phantom of Gangbuk and recruit them, perhaps then we would rid the trouble they cause for us.

Yet  James couldn’t help but watch in amusement when the gangster struggled to lay a hit on you, yet his eyes stayed glued to you, mesmerized by your dance of destruction as you laid blow after blow upon bruised inked skin, the same void gaze as Gun’s staring down at him as the man wilted. A semblance of a smile set itself on Jame’s features, resting his chin on his palm as he witnessed the fight unfold. To say the end was unsatisfying — Goo jumping in and knocking you fully unconscious with a jab to the back of your head with the handle of his sword — James knew how and where to find you.

And you hated it — at first.

Though you both started off as rivals, avoiding him as even being in the same room as the man led to both of you down each other's throats,  — James taunting you and you insulting him — it soon melted into one of mutual respect and care for one another. In your own special, aggressive way.

Though the title of couple became official a year afterwards, the two of you sometimes had your differences in term of social events. As so, he wishes he knew how to convince you to join him at his club, not avoid it like the plague.

Now as DG, he became a bit more open with you yet, could not help the disappointment of your dwindling quality time with him discourage the man and he indulged in Gun, who gladly accepted the invitation in exchange for a chat.

"Why would you date someone so….that? So unpredictable?" Gun grunts, lighting a cigar, taking a long deep drag before puffing out a cloud of smoke. The gangster slouched against the pink leather cushions, ignoring the calls from Goo as he danced in the pool with the girls. Hearing DG’s confession of dating you made Gun flinch, finally making understanding, as to why you turned down his advances before — nearly murdering him. Not that he minded. "A monster in the shape of a woman, huh….? She could destroy you one day while she's unconscious…."

Nothing I haven’t heard before, the man thought. DG stayed silent, playing with his drink and stirring the golden liquid around with his straw. The point of injury had already been made a couple years prior, yet it did not deter him from sticking around. In short, it only made DG all the more interested in you, charmed by your quick wit when he confronted you. He could still recall the chills he got when he finally saw the bright [E/C] eyes staring back at him. Smiling softly, he replied to Gun, his mind wandering to you. "She already did… Is that important?"

Gun scoffed, placing the cigar in between his lips and letting it trickle from the corners of his mouth. "No, I don't think so — seems like my kind of woman, really." Upon finishing his sentence, the popstar looks up at the man upon hearing the comment, narrowing his eyes as annoyance etched into his features. Though, Gun paid no mind and let his head lull back.  "But you shouldn't be so careless around her when she's in that state. Mm, she could really kill you…."

"I'm not careless. [Name] is my shadow and with her, I'm stronger…." The memory of every fight since meeting you had DG feeling nostalgic, the ends of his mouth twitching. The memory of you fluidly maneuvering through the crowd like a serpent in sea, disappearing out of sight with such speed, you practically flew as you kept his opponents at bay from attacking. The man sighed deeply, almost in a trance, " Afterall, 'To larger sight, the rim of the shadow is the line of light'. We complete each other but….” DG trailed off, sighing in a sort of defeat.

Gun sits up slowly, arching a brow at the man across from him, waiting for him to continue. It seemed odd. All of a sudden, the man spoke highly of you yet the hesitation that followed served to intrigue the gangster.

DG breathes out, clicking his tongue,“To me, she's… scary." He takes a sip of his drink, letting the alcohol run down his throat, leaving a bittersweet taste in its wake. God, if you were here to hear him say that, he would be met with the melody of your honeydew laughter, teasing him for admitting it so openly. Oh, now he’s starting to miss you again. The ache in his chest grew, wondering what you were doing tonight at your job.

The statement was true to an extent. You’re scary when you’re mad but your anger is usually directed to the girls trying to get into your boyfriend’s pants or the men making advances towards you. His fear was just as common as every man had to their girl and justifiable. But his fear extended to your unconscious state as well.

A grin stretches across Gun's face and he lets out a laugh, not quite expecting the man who helped create the four crews to fear you of all people. "Scary? Why?" he asks, amused.

DG thought about Gun's words, letting the simple question sink in. 

As the [Name] [Last Name] – a powerful woman with a right hook that leaves anyone buckling – were famed for being the Hidden Genius raised by Charles Choi, and the Shadow of James Lee. With a target on your back, you were a walking time bomb for many.

The particular reason you were considered one,  since you were considered the Hidden Genius and Shadow of James Lee, was due to your ability to fight without being conscious — with the intent to kill. Once you enter this state, you leave a trail of blood in your wake. With a blazing fire burning throughout your body, muscles screaming for mercy as your mind transitioned to mental plane boarding hysteria, you entered the state of ultra-instinct.

DG has seen it with Gun and seeing it with you had been almost as if he were in the presence of an archangel. And everytime he saw you in that state, he felt himself falling in love all over again.

Just recently, he came to know you were in charge of keeping the newly formed gangs in Gangbuk from rising to power like Ansan. According to Charles, your mission is to keep them at bay until the group itself dissolves on its own. DG just wished he didn’t leave you alone with such a task. With your charming smile and sweet voice, many of the crooked men trusted you and as much as he disliked the thought of another man touching you, you took advantage of that vulnerability — crushing them. You exploited your enemy’s weakness and defeated them without a second thought.

And DG loved that about you.

DG spoke up, staring up at Gun with a glazed look, surprising the man across from him. "When [Name] fights, she fights to kill and survive. But she won't stop unless she wakes up or falls asleep….”

Gun hums, glancing at Goo for a moment to make sure the blonde bastard didn’t cause any trouble. "Well, what do you do then?"

DG’s mind trailed once more, gaze falling to the floor. The resolve both of you found to work had been one based on pure luck, one he tried out of instinct as he had no other clue on how to deal with your behavior at the time without hurting you. The moment seemed to play like a record in his head, closing his eyes as he recalled the night so clearly.

Diego gripped the back of your neck with a rigid hold, palm against your nape, pressing the pads of his fingers to the sides of your throat firmly. You couldn't move your head, writhing against him as you attempted to swing your legs to kick him, elbows digging into his torso, trying to get free. 

Small grunts left him, gritting his teeth at the hard edge of your arm rammed into his ribs and the soles of your boots dug into his feet, his limbs throbbing at every blow you landed. Truly, he was at his wits end and desperate for a way to stop before he snapped himself.

He only had a window of three seconds to hold you in a different position that the one he currently had you in. And if his years of fighting taught him anything, it took less than a second for an opponent to land a blow, but at least five to regain composure. Considering his position, he was more inclined to take the chance of experimenting than having both of you coming out with stitches.

For a moment, Diego let go of you, counting in his head as he took hold of your bicep and spun you around on your heels, pressing you flush against his chest. If anything, he knew this was a chance worth taking to avoid injuring you.

Pressing his lips against your own, holding your wrists in his hands tightly, DG closed his eyes and stayed still. Seconds passed and slowly, he felt you stop squirming. As your bloodlust began to dissolve, your body began to regain its senses, mind now processing all the sensations wracking your form —- from new to familiar. Almost instantly did you go numb, twisting violently in his grasp and nipping at the man before you. 

But DG refused and deepened the kiss.

Diego’s lips were soft and warm, a contrast to the busted and cold ones of your own, and despite his firm grip, his touch remained gentle. The way his heart painted a tattoo to your sternum from how loud it pounded grounded you, the memories of the nights in your bed flooding your mind. The phantom touch of his arms around you made you shudder, back arching and pressing yourself closer into him.

The smoldering flame within your body began to flicker, welcoming the man as the fog began to clear up. Your arms shook in his grasp, slowly relaxing against him as your eyes fluttered shut, melting against him. The bliss he exerted, the adoration he poured into the kiss, it just felt right — so inviting and mellow, why wouldn’t you turn away from ultra-instinct?

It didn’t take long for you to fall limp, leaning into him as your knees began to buckle. At last, did you leave your unconscious fighting state and slip into a peaceful slumber. Poor thing, your energy must have been drained and you were perhaps already handing on a thin thread as it was!

Carefully, he let your body collapse and fall to the floor slowly, hands guiding you, and settling you down. As much as he wanted to admire your tranquil state, it’d be best to take you back to your shared apartment before any gangsters came across him.

Slithering a hand under you, Diego hooked an arm under your legs and wrapped his other hand firmly to your shoulder.  He hoisted you into the air, your head lulling and resting in his chest, snoring softly. He scoffed.

Who knew you were a sucker for his kisses unconscious as much as you were awake?

“It’s a private matter as to what method we use to help her…,” DG mutters, paying no mind to the flush of his ears and looking at his phone as a way to ignore Gun’s further inquiries. The bright display of the notification made his eyes light up, your text making his chest flutter. With the times you two avoided each other due to work, receiving a heartfelt message from you during those times made waiting for you worthwhile and even more eager to see you again.

Even if the whole world questioned his decision to be with such a strong woman, DG wouldn’t regret his decision — because it was you. He would never regret you. He was yours and yours alone, and vice versa. Besides, what other woman was willing to dominate him in both the streets and the sheets?

You were of course.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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©ʀᴀɴᴅʏɴᴏᴠᴀ || ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ || ɴᴏ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴇᴅɪᴛs, ᴄᴏᴘʏɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ, ᴇᴛᴄ. ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs.

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[awkwardlyflustered]

Laugh More

A/N: It has been just a little bit, but I got swallowed by work and just life, so we’ll ignore it. Anyways, I’m more than delighted to come back with a NYSM fic, there just isn’t enough content for the Horsemen. Speaking of, thank you to @potatohater for prompting this little fic. Hopefully you don’t mind it being a little bit softer, I just love the dynamic of picked family/older brother and younger brother.

It started small, small enough for Daniel to just push it off as Jack being annoying. A quick poke here and there, not frequent enough for him to even see a pattern. Jack just couldn’t help himself, though, he had to start poking Daniel more often, and he had to start squeezing Daniel’s sides whenever he reached up, he had to scribble across Daniel’s soles whenever they were on the coffee table. After a few weeks of this, Atlas simply couldn’t take anymore of it. 

“Why!?” The curly haired man screeched after receiving yet another set of pokes for seemingly no reason. 

“Why what?” Jack asked, feigning innocence, knowing how much it’ll annoy Atlas. 

“What do you mean why wh-” he paused to glare at the younger boy. “I hate you, I hope you know that.”

“You love me~” he teased with a small smirk as his hand flew to the street magician’s stomach to buzz into the muscle. Daniel jumped back with a squeal, trying in earnest to cover it up with a quick cough. 

“Quit doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“I’m going to murder you.”

“Please, you’re all talk, we both know it.”

“Shut up. Plus you never answered my question.”

“What question?”

“Why?”

“Why wh-” 

Daniel cut him off before this little roundabout conversation could go any further. “Why do you keep tickling me all the time?” Jack stood for a moment and pondered as to whether or not he should actually tell him. 

“You just don’t really laugh, but when you do you sound so happy!” Jack’s face turned a shade redder before he mumbled out the rest of his statement. “I like when you sound happy and I wanted to make it happen more.” Daniel’s eyes softened at the younger boy and he smiled, pulling him closer to ruffle his hair. 

"I think I laugh a lot, thank you,” He started, the smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth. “But I’m not gonna stop you if you want to make it happen a little more often.” Jack looked the equivalent to a puppy who just got told they’re getting a treat. “Hey don’t get too excited, or I’ll have to start getting you back,” Daniel teased, reaching out to pinch Jack’s sides. The con artist squeaked and grabbed Daniel’s hands. 

“I’m not the one who needs to laugh more! You are!” Daniel didn’t say anything, simply reached around to try to prod at Wilder’s ribs. In retaliation, Jack reached for Daniel’s sides. The two of them wrestled around for several minutes. Choruses of giggles from the both of them echoed through the house until Jack was finally able to pin Daniel down. 

It was certainly a sight to see, the two of them breathing heavily, smiles plastered across both of their faces, and a blush that spread to their ears. 

“I win,” Jack taunted, pinning Daniel’s arms up above his head with one arm. 

“Yeah yeah yeah, you can let me go now.”

“Mmmm I don’t think so. I told you, you need to laugh more,” as he said it, he started lowering his hand towards the older man’s stomach

“Nonononohohohohohoho!” Jack couldn’t help but absolutely beam at Daniel. He loved nothing more than making him laugh uncontrollably for a little while. He started vibrating into the sensitive tummy, making Daniel cackle. 

After a couple minutes, Jack started getting bored of doing the exact same thing over and over again. He stopped for just a minute so that he could begin rolling up Atlas’ shirt. 

“Ohohokay you got me to laugh now let me go,” Daniel practically whined, weakly tugging on his arms. 

“Mmm not yet, you still haven’t laughed enough for the tickle monster’s liking.”

“Don’t call yourself thaHAHAHAHAT HEHEHEHEY!” Before Daniel could finish, Jack started massaging his ribs. Daniel kicked his feet and tugged at his arms much more aggressively than before. Usually he could take the tickling on his ribs fine, but without the protection of his shirt, he couldn’t handle it. Jack was absolutely giddy at the discovery of just how much damage his fingers can do. 

“But what if I just start…” he trailed off, slowly climbing his fingers upwards towards Daniel’s “favorite” spot.

“JAHAHAHACK PLEHEHEHEASE ANYWHERE BUHUT THEHERE!” Jack stopped his fingers abruptly, slowly dragging them back down the older man’s torso. 

“As you wish.” Daniel, somewhat bewilderedly, couldn’t do anything but giggle when Jack started pinching away at his hips. His thumbs drilled into them, rubbing small circles making Daniel buck up every time. 

“Mmmmm I’m starting to get bored,” the young magician warned, starting to climb his fingers again.

“NOHOHOHO IHIHI CAHAHANT!!” Daniel begged again, trying so desperately to get his arms out of Jack’s grasp. 

“Hmm too bad.” With that, Jack dug into Daniel’s underarms, scribbling away as fast as he could manage. Immediately, Daniel went silent with laughter. The tears of mirth in the corners of his eyes came faster than either of them liked. His already red face darkened several more shades. He couldn’t even muster up the strength to continue pulling at his arms, he just had to lie there and pray for mercy.

Jack only tickled him for about a minute more, too afraid Daniel would literally explode to continue. As soon as Jack let go, Daniel’s arms came crashing down as he worked his way through the rest of the residual giggles. 

“Dihihi I laugh enough for you?”

“Mmm not quite, but I’m sure I’ll get the rest later when you don’t look like a tomato’s twin.” Daniel glared at the young boy before continuing.

“You know, I don’t quite remember what your laugh sounds like. I think I need to find out.”

“N-no I don’t think we need to find anything out.” Jack managed to stutter out as he slowly backed away from Daniel. 

“Oh no, we definitely do,” Daniel argued, standing up to grab the dark haired boy. Jack couldn’t help the cheshire grin that spread across his face as he sprinted away, hearing the thundering footsteps following close behind him.

#Now You See Me tickle fic #NYSM tickle #Lee! Daniel Atlas #Ler!JackWilder #tickle fic #Now You See Me #NYSM #prompted

[monochromaticbutter]

(CW: Mentions of rape)

Source: @welovelookism on twitter | Original post

Image transcriptions:

"My favourite character was Jiho tbh. I drew Jiho as the 'dark side of PTJ', so I expressed my inferiority, sadness, shame and all the thoughts that I couldn't speak up to others through Jiho. Basically my inner self. I originally had Jiho's own story ahead and his backstory, but the main story had so many big turns. Which is why Jiho's role kinda disappeared. He was the antithesis of Daniel Park. I can't really write them out because he is dead. Anyways, he had a definite role and clear situations in the story, but as I was writing the story I started to have another storyline and ending in my mind, making Jiho a little uncertain. I might be the saddest one to feel about Jiho's death. To conclude, he wasn't the type of guy to die in that way, he shouldn't have died like that. Readers were asking if Jiho is going to resurrect… but no, he is not going to. But 'this' guy is going to resurrect. He is going to resurrect in the most bs way possible. There is a character that is going to resurrect in Lookism. Jiho got a lot of hate when he made an appearence. I always felt sad about it but at the same time I liked it because I knew I wrote this character well. Jiho is like an inner self of everybody at least to a certain extent."

"Juvenile prison arc was the arc where I was so greedy about it. Tbh, there were a lot of things that weren't available for the Lookism age limit. Readers only saw 60% of what I wrote. It is actually very dark and full of speechless stuff, I knew Naver would ask me to edit it. But I just drew. I even drew the panels that I knew that would not be available to readers with all I got… because I was hoping if Naver would allow them. But they rejected them as I expected. Jiho actually got raped by Darius. I drew it to show that it is a very terrifying thing, but there were a lot of changes in the end. From removed dialogues to panels… a lot of edited panels. The Darius dialogue 'I will come back later' before Jiho's one when he fought got edited too. When Jiho said 'I made sure I washed motherfucker'. Darius's lone was originally 'I will come back after I wish'. That is why Jiho went for a revenge match against him, where Jiho's mindset of actually killing someone was fully completed. Jiho says 'I made sure I washed motherfucker' after seeing his lowest point of himself and his misery. It didn't really manage to connect with Darius's previous dialogue. The dialogue 'I made sure I washed motherfucker' is for Jiho to say to Darius, but I put a meaning of where Jiho washed his old self away. But I think not a lot of reader noticed it."

Although the translation seems a bit messy, there's a lot to unpack here. This is a very interesting piece from PTJ's writing.

The parallel between Jiho and Daniel has always been there. It's more obvious some times than others. Both of them suffered a lot at the hands of others and both of them were offered "a light" (a positive situation to make things better), but the main difference is: Daniel managed to hold onto it, Jiho didn't.

Daniel's insecurities are, most of the time, internalized. The one time he lashed out at his mother, it stuck with him and made him value her more than anything in the world. It's easy to like and relate to him, because he's the palatable side of trauma-related issues.

Jiho isn't. He always takes the worst decisions possible, he lashes out at his parents and friends, he acts selfishly many times. Even after attempting to murder one of his closest friends, he's desperately thinking of a way out for himself, not the guy in a coma. His arcs are frustrating to read through at first, because his worldview is so distorted and his actions are hard to digest.

And at the same time, it's clear Jiho really hates himself. From start to finish. But he spirals and never stops; even at his last appearance, he can't acknowledge that Daniel took better decisions (and ultimately is "a better person" in the world's eyes) and boils it down to him "being luckier".

So, he's easy to hate. Even if you relate to some of his attitudes, you might end up disliking Jiho, because deep inside you know those are wrong.

However, there's a deeper reason for that.

(Other than us being conditioned into empathizing with people who match Daniel's profile of mental illness and trauma and casting those like Jiho aside.)

And the reason is: people don't like seeing the ugly side of themselves on the screen. They don't like the senseless aggression, lashing out or other behavioural problems that are common in humans. Being unnatractive, being physically weak, being paranoid, taking bad decisions at every corner, misreading kindness, fucking up even the purest of relationships, those are all very human "flaws" that might not be easy to fix. Jiho checks all of those items.

That's the same reason so many people hate on Shinji Ikari from Neon Genesis Evangelion. Both of these characters are traumatized and abused, but the audience frequently turns to the "pathetic" or "insufferable" aspects of their personalities.

Anyways, this was a short analysis I needed to do after seeing this post. Good night 💜

#lookism #spoilers for anime onlies #my thoughts #ptjs videos #jiho park #daniel park #park hyungseok

[nalyra-dreaming]

Heyyy

What are your thoughts on religious symbolism or just religion in general in the story? Cos I started reading the books and was really surprised by how much the characters GET INTO IT lmao it’s really present in the story in a way the show mostly shied away from after the first episode I think, other than a couple exceptions it was mostly not explicit except a few references to hell.

Sooo I’m pretty hyped seeing some crucifixion imagery in season 2, I suppose I makes sense that Louis would be having a religious reckoning after losing lestat, and Armand is a character really defined by his faith so it will be interesting to see how deep they go with it. What are you hoping to see?

Hey!

Yes, there is a LOT of religious symbolism in the books (Anne struggled all her life with it, and that is threaded through). Lestat (and others) has a rather complicated relationship to the divine. In Memnoch he literally encounters God, and drinks his blood. Lestat is often likened to Christ in the books, something the show has obviously picked up on. After his ordeal with Memnoch he is bound and raving mad before he quiets into a coma, in a chapel.

(Young Lestat wants to become a monk/priest, prays to be released from his abusive family, shivers at the vicious futility at the Witches' Place.)

We have other characters who come from a vastly different backgrounds, too, like Marius in pre-Christian Roman Empire, or in the extreme (in a way) Akasha and Enkil in ancient Egypt, building themselves up to (Blood) Gods. For example.

The show has given Armand a muslim background, Daniel might have yet another one, maybe jewish.

I do not actually think they're shying away from all that - but they are giving themselves time to reach the important points here... and, of course, season 1 being told by Louis, put the focus somewhere else, because Louis actually did not wish to think about all that too deeply. Or, better, address it.

Now Louis obviously believed ... enough. Enough to feel deeply and utterly tortured about it all. I think that is true for book and show, and the show has taken the book comment and made it literal:

"What would Christ need have done to make me follow Him like Matthew or Peter? Dress well, to begin with. And have a luxurious head of pampered yellow hair."

Louis goes and runs to church when all else fails, in desperation. He kills the priest there, in the book.

Louis... will lose his faith in god, or, maybe better, switch it over to Lestat as his god, book canonically. (And he struggles with this, for a long time):

"He leaned close to me, and he put his hand on my arm. “ ‘Wither thou goest, I will go, and where thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people’; and because I have no other god and never will, you shall be my god."

Armand has also spoken of "I serve a god", which might be a callback to the events surrounding Memnoch. And, as you say, he is deeply defined by his faith. It will be truly interesting to see where they go for it in the show - how they go for it.

Of course the image of Lestat as if on a cross is imbued with meaning.

Louis himself later mediates on the fact that he "hated Lestat for the wrong reasons", and that the feelings that Lestat arouse in him did not have "hatred among them".

Lestat has been murdered, for sins he did not commit(*).

(*)Of course there is plenty to say about that - and Lestat himself never blamed Claudia! - but that which they (ultimately, simplified) hated him for... was not his fault, not really. Vampirism never freed any of them, it simply could not, and Claudia didn't have a choice in any case... and eternity is a long time to build up emotions. Or hate. (Or forgiveness.)

And so Lestat as Christ on a cross... calls back to that, in Louis' imagination.

So what I hope to see... hmm.

I don't think they'll put Memnoch into the show. I think if anything then Memnoch or a Memnoch-like event has already happened.

I hope... that we will get to see the characters struggling with their faith - or lack of it. I hope that we will get to see Lestat destroy the Parisian coven and the satanic cult there. I hope that we will see Armand struggling to find something to hold onto (and find it!). I want Louis to free himself from the shackles of catholic guilt, whether they go book canon or not. I want Lestat to make his peace with the Witches' Place and the futility of it all, the "dark" moment. I hope that we will see characters reflect and mirror the perceived truths of faith - and destroy the preconceptions.

I want all that.

I hope for all that :)

We'll see if they dare, but... I'm carefully hopeful^^.

Oh yes, and at the end... I want them to find their peace in their own religion, as in the books... their "Blood Communion".

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[lionlena]

Dynasty (JackDanielsxf!reader) Part 1

Summary: Your family has never been a saint. You knew it perfectly well. Hitmen, arms dealers, drug dealers... But You were different. You stayed away from the dark side of your dynasty. When you met Jack you thought you found your prince. But Jack turned out to be a liar, and you lost a brother, a family, and a comfortable life because of it. Now you'll sacrifice everything to get it back. And Jack... Did Jack Daniels see you only as a mission?

Warnings: mentions of murders, suicide attempts, death of minor characters, sadness, abuse, angst, asshole Jack, but only occasionally... (other warnings will be added with chapters)

Part 1

Eggsy left with the girl, and Jack had to swallow the bitter pill of rejection. And he decided that a glass of something stronger would help him a lot. He walked over to the bar and shouted, "One scotch with ice!"

The barmaid turned to him, a grimace of displeasure on her face. Jack smiled and licked his lips.

"Well, well, who do my tired eyes see?"

"Fuck you Jack!" you hissed and he clucked in displeasure.

"I'd love to, but do you really want to do this in such a public place?"

You wanted to punch him in the face to wipe that cocky grin off his face, but then you'd probably lose your job, and... You weren't a rich girl anymore. You stepped closer and growled, "What do you want dick?"

"I already told you, sugar. Scotch with ice," he repeated, and your blood boil.

You had to swallow your pride. You handed him a drink, but you hit the glass too hard on the table and part of the liquid spilled onto the counter. Agent Whiskey shook his head.

"I don't understand why you're so angry?"

"What?!" you choked out.

You couldn't believe he was even asking that question. Was he a complete idiot? Did he have memory loss? Was he a clone of Jack who had only part of his memories implanted?

"Did you hit your head earlier?" you hissed. "You used me. You and your fucking agency! You were only with me because of my brother. You wanted to get him and..." You felt tears stinging your eyes. "You did it."

Jack sighed heavily. "Yes, it was just a mission, but the time spent with you was really nice. And your brother, he was not a good man and he deserved..."

And you lost your nerves. Fuck this job! You grabbed a glass with scotch and splashed it in his face. Whiskey jumped back and looked at you furiously.

"You should thank me! If I hadn't stood up for you, you'd be rotting in jail right now!"

"Should I thank you?!" You came out from behind the bar and pushed him. "I'd rather be in prison, or better... I'd rather be dead like my brother!"

There was something other than anger in Jack's eyes for a moment. A kind of worry.

"Don't say that, sugar. You don't deserve to die."

You snorted and smiled sadly. "Tell that to my family. Tell that to my mom and grandma. I lost everything because of you. Brother, family, home, money, and faith in love. I hate you Jack and I hope you die."

Then you turned and walked away. Leaving fucking Jack Daniels behind.

*

When you entered your small one-room apartment, you were shaking with rage. The sight of Jack opened a still-unhealed wound. And to think you once loved this man with all your heart. You sighed heavily and tossed on the table another bill to pay. You plopped down on the couch and closed your eyes for a moment, but then you saw fucking feisty Jack's grin. You gasped in rage and shook your head. You looked at the bracelet around your left wrist. Silver chain with a sapphire heart. You swallowed hard and only briefly thought about selling it, but then dismissed the idea. It was all you had left of your brother. Of course, you had other souvenirs, but they were all in your great room in the fabulous villa, which you were no longer allowed to enter. In moments like this, you wondered if you were really that stupid and naive, or if Jack was such a good liar that he stole your heart so easily? Your family had the answer: you were stupid. You've always been different. Artistic spirit. You never wanted to have too much to do with the dark side of your heritage. And there was a lot of it. It started with your grandfather, who emigrated from Poland and became a hitman. He was so good at his job that he soon had a sizable money sum to his credit, which he invested in a supposedly legitimate business, building high-rise office buildings. It was illegal to sell guns. Then your father took over, then your brother, and then you destroyed it all… With Jack's help.

*

Jack entered his apartment. He hung up his stetson, took off his jacket and shoes, and headed straight for the bathroom. He had to get rid of the shirt that smelled like the alcohol you spilled on him.

He undressed and got into the shower. As the warm water began to run down his shoulders, he rested his forehead against the tiles and sighed heavily. The sight of you surprised him, and it reminded him of moments he'd rather forget. And what did he expect? That you'd throw yourself into his arms? He didn't regret the time spent with you, but he regretted doing it because of work.

He got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. Even though the water was still dripping off him, he made his way to his office and opened a small compartment hidden to the side of the desk. He took out the photo and sat down in the leather armchair with a sigh.

It was a picture of the two of you. You held a little goat in your arms and smiled widely. He hugged you from behind with his chin resting on your shoulder. The position he was in and his stetson meant that most of his face was invisible, yet his smile could be seen. He gently ran his thumb over the photo. He remembered what you shouted that you'd rather be dead and he shuddered. What happened to you? You were full of life and joy.

Well, he became.

He remembered the first time he saw your family file. You stood out right away. Instead of spending time at dubious dinners with drug mafia bosses, you preferred to sit in the library, visit museums, and spend time at exhibitions. On the one hand, you were the most useless to the agency because you obviously had the least information about your family's criminal activities. On the other hand, you were the weakest link. A gate through which they could get to your brother.

(flashback)

"Your target, Y/N Fox. James Fox's sister. I don't think I need to tell you exactly what I want," Champagne said.

"Yeah, I know," Tequila laughed. "Good flirt, dinner, bed, and sex she won't forget and will want more."

Jack smirked and shook his head. "So the perfect plan, how to spoil everything? You have to charm her. Bond with her for longer and get to her brother."

Champagne looked at him approvingly. "Exactly. Agent Whiskey is right. In two days you will both go to an exhibition of paintings by her favorite painter."

Tequila snorted. "I can do it alone. Whiskey doesn't stand a chance with her."

Jack gave him a disdainful look. "We'll find out, bullock."

*

The artist nicknamed "Crown" was one of your favorite contemporary artists. His works always dealt with difficult topics and were ambiguous. Their interpretation took time. You looked at one of his paintings. In the center of the picture was a half-naked woman wrapped in a snow-white sheet. Around her were trees whose dark branches looked like hands trying to tear the fabric from a woman's body. The woman looks scared and sad, but she didn't try to stop the branch.

"Cool!"

You jumped a little when suddenly a broad-shouldered blonde man appeared next to you. He was wearing a white T-shirt and a denim jacket. You looked at him with slight disapproval.

"What?"

The man pointed at the work of art. "Nice drawing and this woman is as beautiful as you." You raised your eyebrows. "Just kind of sad. She must be missing a strong man to pull the sheet off her and take her in his arms."

You couldn't believe the stupidity of this man. Did he try to flirt with you? Well, you weren't interested. You wanted to get rid of him somehow when suddenly another man appeared. He was older, thinner, and shorter. He was wearing a white shirt, a gray jacket, and a dark stetson.

"Some men these days lack basic manners and shouldn't talk about art if they're mentally stuck in high school."

You smiled slightly and looked at him intrigued. "So how would you interpret this image, sir?"

The man smiled in a way that made your heart beat faster.

"For me, it's a symbol of a woman's struggle with the modern world, which wants to change her. Trees can symbolize men, the media, or loved ones who want to rip her dreams, ambitions, who she is from her."

You sighed in delight. "I think you're right, sir."

He gently grabbed your hand and place a gentle kiss. "For you, Jack."

You felt yourself blush and didn't even notice that the blonde had disappeared.

"Y/N," you said and couldn't take your eyes off his handsome face.

"Beautiful name. It suits a strong woman. I think you're the opposite of this painting. You don't seem to let your dreams be stripped away."

Jack moved closer to you and you could smell his spicy perfume.

"I think you overestimate me."

He licked his lips and murmured, "Definitely not." Suddenly he looked around. "Oh, if I could show you another painting by this artist called Sheep and Wolves, but I can't find it."

You giggled slightly. "You'll find him in my bedroom." Jack looked at you surprised and you quickly added. "I bought it after the last exhibition."

Jack looked at you delighted. "So we have equally excellent taste. Maybe you'll let me invite you for coffee and we'll negotiate a price for you to resell this painting to me."

You shook your head. "I'll go for coffee, but I won't sell you a painting."

"Ah... All right, sugar. Coffee with you is reward enough."

And that's how you let fucking Jack Daniels into your life. Although at the time he introduced himself as Jack Smith, a rich man who raised thoroughbred horses.

*

The first thing Jack understood was that you weren't an easy mission. Yes, you liked hanging out with him, and his charm worked on you, but you were careful. You haven't talked much about your family. Only what was official and readily available information. You didn't invite him to your house or to family events either. It was a problem for the agency, but not for him, because the second thing he realized was that he liked spending time with you.

He often invited you to "his" ranch, but not to the real one he actually owned. The agency built him a larger and more exclusive ranch for the mission, and they imported thoroughbred horses.

The third thing he realized was that he loved your laugh. And he did his best to make you laugh. For example, he was chasing after a little goat that you liked. When he finally grabbed baby goat, he walked over to you and gasped, "You've got that little devil."

You hugged the little animal and looked at him amused. "I don't understand why you keep them if you don't like them so much."

"I have a fondness for them. As a child, I really wanted to be a goat breeder. Back then, those devils seemed cool to me."

It wasn't a lie. Years of undercover have taught Agent Whiskey that the best lies are those based on the truth. It was impossible to invent the whole past because then the victim of such a lie could quickly sense it. But he had the feeling that sometimes he told you too much of the truth.

"Let's take a picture," you shouted.

Jack shook his head. "I told you I don't like pictures."

You looked at him sadly. "Pleaseeee!"

He sighed heavily. "Okay, but only one thing."

(end flashback )

*

Jack shook off the memories and quickly shoved the photo into a drawer. There was no point in going back to the past. You were just a mission…a mission that left a void in his heart.

*

The sound of your phone ringing snapped you out of your nap. You didn't even know when you fell asleep on the couch. When you saw who was calling to you, you thought you were still dreaming. With a trembling hand, you ran your finger over the green receiver.

"Mom?" You couldn't stop your voice from shaking.

"For you, Elizabeth. Don't call me 'mom'. My daughter would never kill her brother."

You felt tears streaming down your cheeks. "Are you just calling to tell me how much you hate me?"

Instead of answering, your mother said. "I'm calling because you have a chance to go back to family and make amends for your sins. Do you want this?"

"Yes," you replied without thinking.

"Okay. Then give me the address where I should send the car."

You haven't given much thought to what your mother's plans are for you. You would do anything to be loved again, to have a family, and to forget about Jack, with whom you once planned to start your own family, your own dynasty.

*

Some days

It's hard to see

If I was a fool

or you a thief

Made it through the maze

To found my one in a million

And now you're just a page torn from the story I'm living

And all I gave you is gone

Tumbled like it was stone

Thought we build a dynasty that heaven couldn't shake

Thought we build a dynasty like nothing ever made

Thought we build a dynasty forever couldn't break up

The scar I can't reverse

When the more it heals, the worse it hurts

Gave you every piece of me,

No wonder it's missing

Don't know how to be so close to someone so distant

Miia - Dynasty

A/N: The figure of a grandfather from Poland is inspired by the true story of a man named Richard Kuklinski. Even the movie was made about him, The Iceman (2012) . And yes, the title of the series is inspired by the song.

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[jasper-book-stash]

January 2024 Reading Wrap Up

As y'all know, I started this blog anew to record my thoughts on some books I read. Unfortunately, I have a bad habit of reading a lot more books than the average human should, and they knock each other out of my noggin. This is why I maintain a color-coded spreadsheet with columns to keep track of things. I also took on a winter reading challenge, and I've read most of the 17 books I was looking to read. With that said, let's see where things landed this month!

Religious Text

None applicable.

1/10 - Why Did They Publish This?

None applicable (thank the gods).

2/10 - Trash

Creating Magickal Entities: A Complete Guide to Entity Creation | David Michael Cunningham, Taylor Ellwood, T Amanda R Wagener

This one was...rough. Painful, even. This made me retroactively rate the other occult books I read higher just to cope.

3/10 - Meh

Heartbreaker | Julie Garwood [reading challenge]

I was hoping this one would be fun, considering the author is from Missouri and the summary seemed promising, but the main male character (not the antagonist) came across as a creep the whole time. I hated him very much.

4 to 6/10 - Mid-Tier

Sigil Magic for Writers, Artists, & Other Creatives | T Thorn Coyle [reading challenge]

With all due respect to Mx. T Thorn Coyle…this book sucked. It originated as a zine and tbh it should have stayed that way. There was a lot of fluff to get the page count up that could honestly have been removed (and should have been). I didn’t feel like I came away from this one learning anything new about sigils or how to incorporate them or my writing into my craft.

The Whittiers | Danielle Steel [reading challenge]

Unlike my surprisingly good experiences reading The Wedding Planner, The Whittiers was a sludge to get through. It was a bit annoying to hear Danielle Steel talk so much about how the characters weren't rich when they were clearly living a rather rich lifestyle without much financial problems in the beginning, and I eventually gave up on the book. The characters just...weren't too compelling to trudge through the repetition for.

The Stranger Upstairs | Lisa M Matlin

YOU. This book took a bit too long to get to the point (the plot), but at least part 2 was absolutely riveting and the epilogue was intriguing. I honestly think None Of This Is True by Lisa Jewell did this better, even though The Stranger Upstairs is more about a house than a person. Just...read None Of This Is True instead. Trust me.

Liber Null and Psychonaut | Liber Kaos | Peter J Carroll

Part of what I'm doing is research into chaos magic, starting with its foundational texts. And boy howdy, is this a severely middling book to me. Pointlessly obtuse, refuses to get to the point, spends too long sucking Aleister Crowley's dick... But utterly fascinating from a retrospective point of view, seeing what chaos magic looks like now.

7 to 8/10 - Good With Caveats

Dracula | Bram Stoker [reading challenge]

I'm going to beat Bram Stoker with a broom. Good with the caveat that you have to read it with the context of it being a product of its time. Also, post-vampire Lucy Westenra can GET SOME.

Strawberry Shortcake Murder | Joanne Fluke [reading challenge]

I "read" this one in audiobook form, thanks to my library having a Playaway of it. This one…aged a little poorly in some aspects. I might skip into more modern entries to the series rather than trudge through the older stuff to get there.

The Leftover Woman | Jean Kwok [reading challenge]

This one was a fucking TRIP. This book was full of twists and turns and physically pained me at points. It absolutely fucked me up and I was crying by the end, so I was lucky that no one came into work while I was reading it. I can't say much about it for fear of spoiling it, other than that it delivered upon what it promised.

The Midnight Library | Matt Haig [reading challenge]

This did NOT help with the crying! This book also fucked me up! It’s absolutely wild from the get-go. Content warning for animal death early on, though, because that did not help my anxious ass.

Marrying the Ketchups | Jennifer Close [reading challenge]

With all of the things this book was juggling, it ended exactly how it needed to.

Spells for Change: A Guide for Modern Witches | Frankie Castanea/Chaotic Witch Aunt

I was expecting something entirely different from this book.

Condensed Chaos: An Introduction to Chaos Magic | Phil Hine

Exactly what it says on the tin.

Magickal Servitors: Create Your Own Spirits to Attract Pleasure, Power and Prosperity | Damon Brand

Far more effective and to-the-point than Creating Magickal Entities was, but still far from perfect.

9/10 - Very Very Good

The Puppets of Spelhorst | Kate DiCamillo [reading challenge]

This book is one I've been meaning to read since the library got it in. It's an adorable story with great illustrations and plenty of drama for the 8- to 12-year-old in your life. Or for you, if you want a touching low-stakes story with an open ending.

Dog Man: Twenty Thousand Fleas Under The Sea | Dav Pilkey [reading challenge]

From the guy who brought us Captain Underpants comes an adorable graphic novel about…honestly a lot happening, there was a lot. Luckily, even though it’s late in the series, there’s enough context provided that you can get a good grasp of the characters. Doesn’t have much to do with Jules Verne’s Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, though, so I’m deducting a point for that. I read Jules Verne's work and there was nothing about a dog-headed cop in there, nor a cat man who used to be a criminal and is having the worst redemption arc of his life.

Honestly, it was still fun.

Practical Gods | Carl Dennis [reading challenge]

Read for both my reading challenge AND my book club's Pulitzer Prize prompt, this is such a lovely collection of poems and really gets into the crossing of religious belief with modern problems. How does it do this as a book of poetry? I’m not sure! But it did! Definitely worth the multiple prizes it has won. I ordered my own personal copy and I'm waiting for it to arrive.

Gods of Jade and Shadow | Silvia Moreno-Garcia [reading challenge]

I AM GOING TO EAT THIS BOOK BECAUSE I LOVE IT SO MUCH. We love a book in which the main character dies but that's not the end of their story!

Warrior Magic: Justice Spirituality and Culture from Around the World | Tomas Prower

I did a little write-up of this one.

Give-A-Damn-Jones | Bill Pronzini [reading challenge]

This one was great because the titular character respects women and protects minorities and keeps getting into situations. We love a guy who doesn't want to be here! This was the first Western I've read, and I think it was a good pick.

10/10 - Unironically Recommend To Everyone

Well, everyone who's into the genre these fall under, at least.

Sappho: A New Translation | Mary Barnard

I was so worried that this translation would...well, straightwash Sappho, but from what I see, Mary is dedicated to translating them as close to intentional meaning as possible, including Sappho's bisexuality. Hell yeah.

Welsh Witchcraft: A Guide to the Spirits, Lore, and Magic of Wales | Mhara Starling

This is an in-depth look into a Welsh witch's practice. It's delightful to read someone talk about their own craft, and you can really tell that Mhara loves the place she lives in.

Exodus 20:3: A Monster Romance | Freydis Moon

We love a gay angelfucker romance between a trans man and an angel, complete with smut. Honestly, a great time.

The Salt Grows Heavy | Cassandra Khaw

Do you want the mermaid from The Little Mermaid fairy tale to murder people? Do you want a nonbinary plague doctor? Do you want to hear about murderous child cannibals and freakish surgeons? Do you want your protagonist to McFucking Snap? Do you want a happy ending in the weirdest way possible in this setting? Read The Salt Grows Heavy! A mere 112 pages that will fuck you up while you're trying to poop in peace!

#jasper post #books #bookblr #authors #reading wrap up #2024 #january 2024

[aikoiya]

DP Prompt - Purify (& Aftermath)

Now, we've all seen fics where the Fentons try to cure Danny & Danny struggles, saying that they'll kill him & "please stop, I'm still your son" & then he dies.

But I don't think I've ever seen one also get the Fentons' reaction after he does. Them expecting to have just expunged Phantom, but doing so killed both sides of him. Where they really were doing it to save Danny's life & they were so sure it would work.

Thing is, it would've worked had Danny actually been possessed, but because Fenton & Phantom were one & the same, it killed him.

So his body is left with half the ectoplasm in his body bleeding away to leaving him looking like half Fenton & half Phantom.

I wanna see them crushed. Both of them. I want them destroyed & mourning in 2 completely different ways. Jack being inconsolable & Maddie in frantic disbelief, asserting that it should've worked, why didn't it work, & no, it's just a ghostly trick. Her baby boy is out there, she's sure of it.

I wanna see Jazz hate them for killing her baby brother, Sam & Tucker for killing their best friend. Tucker's practical brother. And in Sam's case, her maybe more than a best friend.

I wanna see the Fentons struggle with keeping the ghosts at bay because now that there's no Phantom, they're running rampant.

I wanna see the town rally against the Fentons for killing their protector.

I want havoc!

I want them to only now realize just how much Phantom did for them.

I want them to ask for Vlad's help, who knows what they did & despite how much they fought, he really did care for Daniel (in his own twisted way). How it makes him want to kill Jack even more now, not just for himself, but also for his little badger.

I want him to also feel betrayed by Maddie &, suddenly, she doesn't look like as much of an angel as she did before.

I want him to come to the realization that he's alone again & it's devastating to him. Then he remembers Ellie & for a brief second, hope wells up in his chest, until he remembers how he'd melted her down. It suddenly no longer matters to him that she wasn't the perfect clone. Just that he's not entirely alone even if she hates him.

I want the Fentons to eventually learn that Vlad & Plasmius are one & the same. At first, they think Vlad's being possessed like Danny was, but then Vlad rages at them & explains what'd happened in the hospital while they were off playing happy family as he rotted away like an infected wound. How it was their proto-portal that made him a freak & their ghost portal did the same to their son. How there is only one entity inside his body & his name is Vlad. How Daniel was the same & they tortured him for something that was their fault.

He calls them murderers & kid-killers (rather hypocritically) & he loathes them both.

Maybe, for the purpose of allowing a ray of hope to shine only to snuff it out afterwards, Danny does return as a full ghost, but he's younger than he should be (because he died a frightened child) he remembers nothing of his life & only has brief flashes of his time as Phantom. But he's a broken little thing with the appearance of both Fenton & Phantom fused together, split right down the middle. Fenton in the white & black hazmat that he wore just before he turned halfa. His arm is burned to a crisp where he touched the button inside the portal with, still lightly steaming, & lictenburg scars that glow going up his arm, his neck, branching out at his chest to cover his cheek & where his heart used to be, ectoplasmic replicas of the very straps that his parents had used to strap him down were bound tightly to his wrists & ankles, so tight that they bit into the skin, & he keeps losing consistency only to reform. He is, in a word, unstable. He has a very pure & unfiltered love of space, but is extremely timid & has a chilling, soul-deep fear of doctors & scientists. But little else beyond that. His skin is ice blue with glowing constellation freckles.

He recognizes no one & he never will because some deeply-hidden part of him doesn't want to.

In the end, he's taken in by Soujorn, who takes him journeying all over the universe & Danny doesn't even look back once. And he's happy & his friends & sister are mournfully happy for him, but Jack & Maddie are destroyed.

Give me all of them grieving in their own ways.

Give

Me

ANGST!!

DP Character Masterlist

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[ellabellabugz]

Last day

Day 7 DP/DC Week 2022

“Grayson.” Dick glanced up from his desk. The files glared up at him. He’d been staring at them for the past hour and no new evidence has appeared throughout his prodding.

His attention landed on the captain, making a beeline toward Dick’s desk.

“Sir” he greeted doing his best to sound respectful.

“I have a newbie for you to take care of.”

Dick blinked, they had a new detective? Or trainee? “Who?”

“Names Daniel Nightingale, he’s a psychic detective.”

Dick blinked, before laughing. Waiting for someone to come out and yell haha gotcha!

But that didn't happen.

The captain remained serious, his eyes on Dick as he waited for him to stop laughing. Once Dick did, the captain resumed. “He has proven resourceful and is fresh out of the academy. Before he even joined, he solved the Hilsberry murder.”

Dick gaped. That murder was one even Batman himself had looked into and turned up empty-handed.

Yet somehow this psychic detective figured it out.

Dick felt the urge to look into Daniel grow. His finger twitched at the thought of researching him. He stood up watching as the Captain gave an approving nod before heading back toward his office. Dick could make out messy black hair as he moved closer.

He hoped that Daniel was just sitting down, he would hate to have a new partner who happened to be extremely short. Not that it would stop the man from being any less fierce, but thanks to Damian, Dick knew exactly how dangerous short people can be.

The door opened and Dick felt a wave of relief wash over him as the man stood up to greet him. Then the refile turned into horror.

The dude looked like a baby.

How old did the captain say he was?

Daniel stood up, he was shorter than Dick but not by a lot. Blue eyes met his and Dick felt himself bluescreen.

Bruce would kidnap this kid.

If he was even a kid.

He sure looked like a kid.

“Mister Grayson?” Daniel asked, head tilted. Dang it he even sounded young.

“Uh… what,” Dick said, very planned out obviously. As he had a way with words.

“You looked like you’ve seen a ghost.” The k̶i̶d̶ man looked at him a smirk appearing on his face as if telling an inside joke.

It had to be because the kid was a psychic and could commune with the dead. It seemed reasonable for the words the totally adult.

“How old are you?” Dick blurted after a moment of silence, watching the smile grow on Daniel’s face.

“20.” Daniel’s grin grew larger. “I know I look young, it’s great for getting into schools for research.”

“Why would you-”

“My last case was about this teen girl who was murdered. Her ghost dragged me all the way back to her school.” Daniel waved off the shocked looked. “Anyway, I’m Danny.” He held his hand out to shake Dick’s.

Dick slowly took it.

And Jesus this kid's hands were freezing.

“Sorry, my hands are as cold as the dead,” Danny said after he pulled away. “I would wear gloves but it’s fun to see people's reactions.”

The captain looked between the two of them before sighing. “You have work to do, get out of my office.”

Danny nodded pushing back Dick and out into the work area. Scanning the others working. He waited for Dick to sit back down at his desk before speaking. “Soooo, watcha working on?”

Dick sighed before sliding the file over to Danny. If he was stuck working with the kid might as well see what he can do and keep Bruce away from him. The last thing he needed was Bruce to fly down to Bludhaven just to try and adopt a grown man who happened to look like a 17-year-old.

Danny hummed pulling Dick out of his thoughts. “Bart Turner? I can try to summon him if you want. Though that would add another ghost following me around.” Danny glared over Dick’s shoulder. Dick followed the gaze seeing nothing there.

Either this kid was crazy. Or he was telling the truth and was currently being haunted by ghosts.

That would explain the dark bags under his eyes. Looked like Danny got even less sleep the Tim. That was saying something…

Maybe Dick should force him to sleep.

Danny nodded. “Yeah, that’d make sense.”

“Huh?” Dick raised an eyebrow as Danny was talking aloud to no one. Maybe it was one of his ghost friends.

“Hm.” Danny stood up glancing around. “Time to go summon another pain in the ass.” Danny stumbled before glaring at a certain spot in the air.

Dick was genuinely concerned for the kid. For all he knew, Danny could be hallucinating from lack of sleep. It seemed plausible as Danny looked dead on his feet.

Though surprisingly the boy managed to carry himself well. With training, and didn’t walk like someone who hasn’t slept.

Dick’s eyes narrowed, it was clear the kid was lacking sleep. Yet he still managed to act perfectly fine. He knew it wasn’t hard if the lack of sleep was only for a little bit. But if one started to hallucinate from the lack of sleep, it would be a little hard to walk in a straight line.

Danny glanced back. “You coming?” He asked eyes on Dick, who has yet to move from the chair his rear had been glued to.

Dick cleared his throat before standing up, grabbing the jacket that was wrapped around the back of his seat. Before following Danny out the door.

-_-

Danny waved back to the woman who greeted him as he entered the little magic shop. Dick Grayson trailing behind him. Honestly, Danny could tell the man was suspicious, but it didn’t matter. No one actually bothered looking into him fully. They’d search him up and find what Tucker had put out there about him.

Danny Nightingale, psychic detective. It was reasonable, especially after the ghosts came to Danny begging them to find their killers. Or bury their bodies or something.

Yes, Bart Turner wasn’t confirmed dead, but Danny had a sneaking suspicion he was and the body was just hidden somewhere.

Best way to find the body was to ask the ghost.

And yeah, Danny knew he wasn’t actually old enough to be a cop. But being 16 and disowned from your family, one had to find a way. It wasn’t hard for Tucker to create a new life for himself. It seemed he already started on that path anyway.

Throwing together an ID and saying Danny was 4 years older than he really was. That was fine. Most details were kept the same, same birthday, same first name, different hometown, different parents. But Danny engraved the differences into his brain.

If he slipped up and someone found out that Danny Nightingale was Danny Fenton.

Well, that wouldn’t be pretty.

And Danny did not want to go back into the grave.

It was fine.

As long as he did his job well no one would suspect him or care that he was a minor.

Plus calling himself physic was cool. Best way to explain his knowledge of the unknowable.

“So what exactly are we looking for?” Mr. Grayon asked, side-eying Danny as he picked up a weird bottle of liquid.

“I wouldn’t pick that up.” Danny turned to look at him. “Unless you want warts to appear all over your hand.” Danny’s grin returned as he watch Mr. Grayson pale once again and hastily set down the bottle, wiping his hand off on his pants. “We’re looking for salt, I ran out of it at home.”

“Why do we need salt?” Dick asked, watching Danny sort through a shelf of different salts.

“I wanted to make cookies, but the recipe called for salt.”

Mr. Grayson blinked at that. “Uh, it’s not to ward off evil spirits or something?”

Danny laughed shaking his head. “No, summoning spirits isn’t as hard as the movies make it out to be, and salt yeah it can burn them but ghosts come back anyway, especially if you get on their nerve.”

A glass bottle behind Danny tumbled off of the shelf, shattering on the floor. Danny’s eyes narrowed and he glared at the shelf. “Tabitha, stop it.” His attention turned back to Grayson. “As you can most likely already tell, spirits can somewhat interact with the real world, if they focus hard enough or it's centered around one of their key traits.”

There’s no way Danny was going to reveal about obsessions. That was for him and the other ghosts to know. Not some random detective he happened to be paired with.

“Tabitha is a cat. So she loves to knock things off of shelves. Poor thing got hit by a car. I happened to watch it happen so now she just follows me around. Trips me a lot too, cats love to get under people's feet.”

“You actually expect me to believe this?” Mr. Grayson asked shocked.

“Of course not Mr. Grayson,” Danny said picking out a bag of salt. “But I do appreciate you actually listening instead of brushing me off as crazy.”

Mr. Grayson seemed to bristle at what Danny said. “Dick.”

Danny froze before turning to face the man. “I’m sorry, what?”

“That’s my name.”

Danny slowly nodded. “Yeah, I think I’ll stick to Mr. Grayson.”

Mr. Grayson wrinkled his nose. “But it makes me feel old.”

Danny laughed but ignored the man instead of heading to the woman at the counter. “Hey, Cathy.”

“Danny.” The older woman greeted ringing up the salt. “Have the nightmares still been bothering you?” She asked her face softened as she looked at Danny.

Mr. Grayson stopped next to Danny, he could feel his eyes on him.

“Nah, I just don’t like sleeping.”

Cathy clearly didn’t believe his lie, as she set down a bottle next to the salt. “Take this before you go to sleep, should help.”

Danny’s face softened as he looked down. He didn’t know what he would do without Cathy. She was the sweetest woman he has ever met. Clearly caring deeply about Danny. “Thanks, Cathy,” Danny said before going to hand her his cash.

A shock went through him as Mr. Grayson pushed his hand down and handed Cathy his card instead. “You don’t-”

Mr. Grayson waved him off. “I got it.”

When they stepped out of the shop, Mr. Grayson turned on him. “What did she mean about nightmares.”

Danny tried to push past him but Grayson was surprisingly strong, pulling Danny back. “Danny.”

“Mr. Grayson, it’s nothing.”

Mr. Grayson’s hand went up to his hair, he was agitated.

Danny never knew what to do when people were agitated. Thankful Dick seemed to recover quickly. “Please, call me Dick.” Danny shook his head at the beg.

He couldn’t go on first-name basis. That meant he would get attached.

Danny couldn’t risk getting attached, after this case he would disappear again. He always did, letting himself fade into the background until a new spirit needed help. Becoming attached made it more likely for someone to figure out who he was.

Becoming attached made him more likely to slip up.

Becoming attached would result in pain in the end.

“Danny, please. I can’t help unless you tell me what’s going on.” Mr. Grayson pleaded, his soft blue eyes trying to pick out something within Danny’s face.

“Mr. Grayson, that is none of your concern.” Danny pushed past Mr. Grayson and walked towards the car.

Now summoning a spirit was nothing major. At all. Hell, Danny was going to do it in the car.

Mr. Grayson kept on driving as Danny sat in the passenger seat, eyes closed as he focused. He willing his mind to reach out.

Come on Bart Turner.

Come on.

Danny was startled as he felt a cold hand around his neck. His eyes shot open and his body slammed forward.

Mr. Grayson yelped, jolting into the other lane before straightening.

“Danny are you okay?”

Danny nodded, rubbing his head where it hit the dashboard. “Yeah, Mr. Turner was a little startling.”

“But you got him?”

“Yeah, he’s in the back seat.”

Danny wanted to laugh as Mr. Grayson glanced behind him, trying to see the spirit to no avail.

Danny glanced back toward the ghost before starting his questions.

-_-

Dick hated the fact that they ended up at this creepy building in the middle of nowhere.

It was an abandoned building, literally in the middle of nowhere. There were other buildings in sight, and the road they took to get here was dirt. If Dick didn’t know better he would say Danny was leading him to kill him.

But no.

Danny seemed nervous, almost more nervous than him as they stepped onto the porch, the old wood creaking under their weight. A small breeze pushed past them as Dick moved forward to open the door.

The hinges screamed in protest as it opened. The inside of the house was seemingly worse than the outside. The furniture turned over, and some of the wood splintered. The walls were dirtied and the wallpaper was torn in some places.

The family photos seemed to make it worse, their eyes seemingly following their every step. Glass crunching underfoot.

“Are you sure-”

Danny nodded. “This is where his body is.”

Dick sighed before continuing onwards, fighting off the urge to sneeze from the dust stirring underfoot.

Danny wasn’t so lucky, sneezing the instant the dust hit.

After a few more sneezes Danny stopped with a groan. “I hate dust.”

Dick smirked before heading up the stairs. It was the direction the ghost had pointed them. Danny had said it was up the stairs and the first bedroom on the right.

If you couldn’t trust a ghost to know where his body was, who could you trust?

The creaking of the stairs made Dick’s heart stop every time. He had to fight off the urge to wait and make sure it wasn’t going to crumble apart under his feet, sending him back down.

Once they made it to the top it wasn’t hard to find the room.

A thin layer of dust coated everything in the bedroom. The lamps, the bed, the floor, the desks. Their footprints were seemingly the only thing that disturbed the dust.

Danny’s eyes narrowed. “Someone's been here.”

Dick nodded, his eyes scanning the floor. If you focused you could see where the dust was fresher, a thinner layer than the rest. Someone had moved through here. If Dick was to guess, they were dragging something with them.

Dick did what he did best, followed the trail. It led to a wardrobe.

Dick’s heart clenched as he reached forward to open it.

Expecting the body to fall out.

Instead, the wardrobe was empty.

“Check behind it,” Danny spoke, he was standing to the side of the wardrobe eying the crack. “Looks like there's an opening.”

Dick moved to Danny’s side and they pushed.

The smell was instant.

Dick fought off a gag, staring at Danny who was turning green.

“That’s disgusting,” Danny spoke first, eying the corpse. Decay is already evident on it.

“Well, now we know what happened to Bart Turner.”

“Yeah, but not who killed him.” Danny sighed slipping on a pair of gloves he moved forward, grabbing the body and pulling it out of the little nook. “Call in, we’ll need transport for the body.”

“What are you-”

Danny cut him off, again. It was getting annoying on how well the boy seemed to know what he was going to say. “I’m going to check the nook for clues.”

After finding the body catching the culprit wasn’t hard.

The murderer had worked hard on hiding the body, but not the fingerprints they left.

The locket also helped, Danny, found it inside the nook next to where the body had laid. Inside was a picture of a family. A mother, a daughter, and the father, whose head happened to be scratched off.

Danny deduced that the locket belonged to Bart Turner’s wife.

It was later confirmed when the prints on the locket and the husband matched his wife Hillary Turner.

The woman hadn’t resisted arrest. Instead clarifying the murder and declaring the man deserved it. Why he did, she never clarified.

Dick walked up to Danny as the PD celebrated. “You did well.”

Danny nodded, his cup next to him was left untouched. “Yeah…” He sounded unsure, Dick glanced around before looking at Danny.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I will be.” Danny gave Dick a small smile.

Dick wanted to press for more information but someone called his name. Pulling his attention from Danny.

When he looked back

The boy was gone.

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