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sponsoredbytonystark · 8 months

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Here’s part one of the first Grandpa Bobby sorry, this one will come in parts and this first part is more Bobby and May centric.

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“When May finds out she’s pregnant she tells Bobby first because she’s not sure how Athena and Michael are going to react but she has no doubt about Bobby. And she’s right. He’s all, I love you, what can I do to help, this is exciting and scary, do you need anything, let me make you something to eat, do you need a blanket?”

Thanks for the prompt @mattoidmeerkat

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Step By Step: Pt. 1

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh. Shit.

Pacing the floor, May was sure that she was going to wear a hole in the bathroom; stopping abruptly she framed her hands against the side of the sink, letting out the long breath she had forgotten she was holding, watching as it moved her bangs slightly against her forehead.

A plan. She needed a plan. A doctor. She needed a doctor. Help. She needed help.

Her mom was going to freak, despite the leaps and bounds their relationship had made over the last few years, she was going to be pissed. Her dad was out, murder was never on the agenda for today. She loved David, but she felt like giving the poor man a heart attack this soon after the wedding wouldn’t have her winning any step-kid-of-the-year-awards. That left her with one option: Bobby.

Bobby had a plan for everything.

Picking up the tests and shoving them quickly in her purse May ran out of the bathroom, waving a quick goodbye to Josh and Maddie who were posted up outside the breakroom waiting for their shifts to start.

Her mind swarmed with thoughts as she made her way to the firehouse. Could she really do this? What was she going to tell Harry? What was she going to tell Darius? What was she going to tell anyone?

The ride to the station was a far shorter drive then she wished it was in that moment. Looking up at the building she couldn’t help but smile, despite what the world thought about her family, May had spent some of her favorite times in the firehouse. Most people didn’t know that it was her own hideaway during finals: she had a mostly quiet place to study, a minimum of five people who were ready to quiz her at any given moment, and a step dad who always made sure she had a hot meal.

She gets why everyone loves it here, because she does too.

“You’re going to love it here too.” she said as she looked down towards her flat stomach.

Her eyes went wide as she threw the door open; nope, that didn’t just happen.

May walked as calmly as she could as she entered the garage door, it was nearing 7 am, meaning A shift had come off call about forty-five minutes ago. She had heard Bobby sign off so she knew that the team should have mostly cleared out by now. She waved to a few of the B shift that she had met in passing before she walked up the stairs to the Captain’s office.

Breathing in slowly she knocked on the door, hearing a muffled “come in” as she let out the breath and pushed open the door.

“May! What are you doing here? Is everything okay?” Despite the small concern in his voice at her surprise visit she couldn’t get past the excitement on his face when he saw her.

She wasn’t sure how to answer his questions; what was she doing here? Was everything okay?

She also couldn’t decide if it was best to just shove the tests at him and run or beg for forgiveness and ask him to protect her from her mother.

So she did what she had been wanting to do for what felt like hours, she cried, and once the tears started there was no stopping them.

Bobby was out of his seat and in front of her before she realized what was happening, “May I need you to talk to me, what’s wrong?” He was doing a visual search for injuries and she could see the wheels turning as he tried to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered to him between sobs as she brought her hands up to cover her face, “I’m so sorry”.

“Hey, hey, none of that, come here.” He replied back as he pulled her into a hug, letting her tears turn the navy of his LAFD polo black.

“I’ve got you, it’s okay. Whatever it is, it’s okay.”

When the tears had subsided enough that he felt comfortable pulling away, he reached over his desk and handed her tissues; allowing her to put herself back together before he started talking again.

“How do you feel about breakfast? There’s a great diner down the street, and I can be done here in about five minutes. I just need to sign off on Buck’s accident report.”

She couldn’t help the snort that came out at her stepfather’s comment. Her brother was a walking accident.

The diner was surprisingly empty for 8 a.m. on a Wednesday, so they chose the booth closest to the back before settling in. She wanted to look up at him, to meet his eye, but she knew she would spill as soon as she did.

“Well, hello, Captain,” instead May chose to look up at the waitress as she introduced herself.

“Good morning, Betty,”

“Now I know this isn’t your pretty little Sergeant,”

“No ma’am, this is my wonderful stepdaughter May.”

May could feel her insides churn at the praise. Was he still going to think she was wonderful? Was he still going to love her? She was currently glad that she didn’t have anything in her stomach, or she would have lost it right then.

“Well, aren’t you as pretty as your momma!”

Gulping down air, May managed a smile at the older lady. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Grape juice for my favorite fire captain, and what can I get for you?”

“Just an orange juice, please,” she was able to answer before the waitress walked away.

She was doing her best to avoid the conversation for as long as possible, “Grape juice?”

He chuckled as his eyes scanned the menu. “If I drink coffee after a shift, I’ll never get to sleep,” he replied.

She appreciated the bogus conversation more than he knew. Grape juice had been a staple in the Grant-Nash household since Bobby moved in. How many years ago had that been now?

She also knew that he didn’t need to study the menu. She was sure the crew ordered from here at least three times a week.

Before she could get to lost in her head, Betty returned and sat their drinks down in front of them. Her eyes locked with the orange in the glass, and she watched as the purple sloshed across the table as Bobby sat it down after taking a sip.

The smell hit her all at once, and before she knew it, she was out of the bench and making her way across the restaurant; where she found herself locked in the bathroom for the second time that morning.

She let her stomach settle, as she leaned against the door. It had been three hours, and she was already tired of all the running around and hiding, especially in bathrooms.

She was hiding from her mom and dad. She was hiding from her brothers, from Darius. At this point, she was hiding from a couple glasses of juice and a sweet old lady in a diner.

After she was sure that she wasn’t going to dry heave and taking what felt like the thousandth deep breath of the morning, May found herself sliding back into the booth.

She snaked her eyes up to take a chancing glance in Bobby’s direction, his own eyes still roaming the menu.

It all came out before she could stop it, “I’m sorry!” It was a loaded apology, and she wasn’t sure which thing she was apologizing for first.

She could sense his eyes on her before he asked, “Have you told your mom?”

She met his gaze softly before whispering, “I haven’t even told you.”

“Do you want to tell me?”

“I’m…I’m pregnant.”

“Humm,”

She looked up at him, and he chanced a look up at her. Their eyes meeting for a second, before she looked away.

She moved her mouth, but she couldn’t make the words come out. That was the first time she had said the words out loud, and all he had said was ‘humm.” She wasn’t quite sure what to do what that new information.

She hadn’t noticed before, but during her trip to the bathroom, he had exchanged their drinks. His strawberry milk sat closer to him on the side of the table, and what she assumed was a sprite now sat in front of her.

He picked up his menu and sat it on the edge of the table, before he looked up at her again. This time holding his gaze there, “what can I do to help?”

She could feel the tears flowing before she thought to stop them, and at this point, she had no more energy left to hold them in, “I don’t…I don’t know.”

The next thing she knew, he was out of his seat and sliding in the booth next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Shouldn’t she be done crying by now?

Again, her voice was only slightly above a whisper, “I don’t know what to do, dad.”

His hand stilled only slightly before continuing to rub circles on her shoulder, “why don’t we start with a doctor and maybe your mom?”

“Can we go in that order?”

She felt him chuckle against her and press a kiss to her forehead, “whatever you need, step by step.”

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angel-milano · 4 months

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Write your RPer Resolutions for 2024! (What are some goals for yourself as a writer? Improve descriptions? Plot with more members? Etc.)

STOP HOARDING REPLIES!! This is probably my greatest sin as a roleplayer. For some reason there is a worm in my head that is always like “if you can’t do it all at once don’t do it at all.” NO!!! I have to let myself be okay if replies are spaced out or if I only do a handful every day. I don’t know where this bad habit came from but I’m determined to at least try to break it in the new year.

Plot more!! It can be intimidating for me to reach out to others out of nowhere, even if I have ideas. And I have to let the fact that just because not every idea sticks doesn’t mean I shouldn’t continue to reach out in the future. I want to go through everyone’s questionnaire and resolutions and see what plots and connections I can fill in!

Events!! I want to participate more in Discord. It’s really easy for me to say “well, Darius wouldn’t be there”--PUT HIM IN THERE ANYWAY!! No rules, just roleplay!

Kudos!! I admire you all so much and need to express that more openly!

Diversify my portfolio!! We all know I’m picking up Bones, but in general I want to pick up characters that are a) wanted and b) expand who I am able to interact with. Get involved in groups like university, RAS, Muses, natives, etc.

Write at least one resolution, or “goal,” that you have as an RPer for your character(s)

Angel: Get involved, whether through MAFIA or Magick Grand Prix. More likely the former, but maybe her becoming more confident in her magick status will lead to the latter! I’m really enjoying this competitive sporty streak that’s come out and want to lean more into that.

Continue to build relationships! The biggest obstacle for Angel is that she doesn’t have connections, so she’s going to have to make them! It’s already beginning with Tanya and Mim but I want MORE!

Darius: Be Dadrius. He’s already started to wriggle his way into Uncle-ing the Weed Killers and I just think he should continue to do that. And outside of his specific Boiling Isles children, connect with other students as well! Be a mentor! Continue on Caleb’s memory!

But also, make adult friends! Put yourself out there! Be the messy bitch who lives for drama that I know you are!

Luisa: Make friends! Go on dates! Maybe, just MAYBE, be a little introspective and try to improve your life and situation! But probably not that one. She’s got to take the first steps by opening herself up to others, even if that just means making time to go out every once in a while.

Write at least one resolution IN CHARACTER for your characters. What do THEY want to accomplish or change in the New Year?

Angel: Find out more about her Dad so she can get out of this town (no). Raise the Lionesses to Champion status and/or join a winning team.

Darius: Figure out what’s going on with Hunter and Belos. Get a good grade in teaching, which is both normal to want and possible to achieve.

Luisa: Try to prevent a disaster BEFORE it happens! Learn more about Dungeons and Dragons (she has the Dropout subscription, after all)

List one or more characters you have never interacted with that you would like to do so

Sammy’s characters: I’M SORRY SAMMY!! I feel like we’re two ships who just keep passing each other in the night, and that is entirely on me. We WILL interact this year. I will make SURE OF IT!!

Merida: I just think she and Angel would be neat. They’re both looking for a family member (though for very different reasons) and I think would play off each other with their personalities.

San: More wolves! San and Angel on the Lionesses together! They have to know the other is a wolf but haven’t said anything yet. I just think it would be neat.

Wolf: I promise this isn’t going to be a list of just werewolves but Wolf is also a born wolf, which I think would be an interesting dynamic!

Shang: He and Angel are both looking for their Dads maybe they can help each other out with that. Idk I just want to interact with the pretty man.

Emira: Phineas is setting Angel up with Edric but I feel like she and Emira would vibe more.

Blights: By extension, Darius should just run into all the Blights more often.

Majke: We’ve already started discussing this but I just think she and Darius would be messy friends.

Maximus: This is another one of those “idk what to do but your face is so pretty and I love you”

Seamus: See the above. Am I shallow wanting to interact with face claims that I personally love lmao

Zero: I’m sorry I keep doing this but also he was one of my fcs when I first joined Swynlake! I think it would be great to come full circle!

Kim: We also started discussing this, but she and Luisa should be friends! I just think it would be neat for them to solve a crime together. Maybe some action scenes??

The Madrigals: This one might be a bit of a cop-out, but I’d love to explore the familial relationships that don’t get showcased in the movie! I still have many that I haven’t interacted with yet and I want to hit up everyone at least once by the end of the year

Toby: I have nothing for this, he just seems like a funny character and I want to interact with him

Talk a bit about your plotting style – what plots are you most drawn to? Do you prefer to come with a fully-formed idea and plot off that, or throw stuff at the wall and see what sticks?

Alright, I feel like I really dug a hole and exposed myself with the above list. Sometimes my plotting can literally just be vibes alone and throwing anything to the wall to see what sticks.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t like fully thought out plots and planned out dynamics! In fact, they are some of my favorites! While it is fun to just throw characters together and see what happens, it’s also just as fun to jump right into a relationship that’s been deeply established through headcanon alone. Giving characters a history and dynamic ahead of time means you can start getting to the fun stuff right away without having to do the “getting to know you” banter over and over again.

As for plots I’m drawn to, I love a mess. I love when characters feel things strongly, are in the wrong, and generally just mess things up. And I love playing all sides of the mess whether it’s the messy person, the person trying to fix it, the bystander, or whatever else. I just think there should be a healthy amount of conflict to keep a plot moving and to kickstart character growth.

Talk a bit about character relationships – what relationships are you most drawn to? How do you prefer to approach shipping (if at all!)? What, specifically, are you looking for right now for your character relationships?

I love family of all kinds! I love deep friendships. I love rivalries, especially one-sided ones where a character hates another for hardly justifiable reasons. I love messy exes. I love toxic relationships where they bring out the worst in each other. And yes, I do love a good romance.

While chemistry comes first, I am also capable of shipping based on vibes or tropes because generally, if you’re planning it out with someone ahead of time, you’re usually on the same page in terms of what you like/what you want to see/etc. Of course things can and will change! But I’ll admit some of my favorite ships have been ones that were plotted out, and some of my other favorites came completely organically. We have the range.

Plotting Exercise! Pick one of the resolutions/goals in #3 and plan a rough guideline to how you could accomplish it. Here’s an example.

ANGEL wants to get involved with Pride U sports despite not actually being a student.

ANGEL goes to EILONWY to ask about intramural football.

ANGEL finds DOC to get falsified doctor’s notes to play without revealing her Magick status.

TANYA finds out about this and has a fight with ANGEL about how they’re going to blow their cover.

OPEN PLOT CALL to anyone who would be able to suss out what is going on

Perhaps TOBY writes an expose on the werewolf, revealing her to the town

Prejudice and exposure pushes her deeper into MAFIA territory where she connects with KAREN to learn more

Alternatively, approached by CRUZ who offers Magick-friendly sports alternatives

???

Profit (I swear I wrote this before the merm plot dropped lmao)

#swyntask #swynrptask

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omegawhiskers · 6 months

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Collision 11/11/23

Piss On The Grave of Swerve

Collision began with Andrade El Idolo vs. Daniel Garcia. CJ Perry came out and joined Andrade. Miro was watching backstage. I don't think Perry and Andrade gel together. In fact, I saw more chemistry with Perry and Garcia when did his dance in front of her and she retorted by mocking his dance. Andrade may lack charisma on the mic, but I think he oozes it in the ring. I do look forward to a Miro and Andrade match. The match here was pretty great. This is the best I've seen Garcia in a while. Andrade won when he transitioned from a figure four into the figure eight causing Garcia to tap.

The action continued between Nick Wayne and Dalton Castle. This was an alright match. There wasn’t anything that stood out about it. Wayne picked up the win and gave Christian a hug as if a child sees their Dad returning from a long day from work.

Adam Page delivered a fantastic promo backstage on Swerve Strickland. My favourite lines was ‘’And every November, I'll walk my son hand-in-hand, we’ll pay you a visit, and I’ll watch him piss on your grave.’’ Page declares they with meet at Full Gear in a Texas Death match.

Rush & Dralistico wrestled The Workhorsemen in a match that told a good story. The brothers of LFI had to work to put down JD Drake, who was not only a powerhouse, but showed some impressive agility.

Next up was Darius Martin vs. Roderick Strong. Let's take a moment to applauded Strong, as he willed his way out of his wheelchair to entertain us. He even picked up the victory. Well done.

Willow Nightingale lost of Julia Hart. The match wasn't the best outing for both women, but both characters are so good that it more than makes up for in this case. It's a shame the Willow hardly picks up any wins. She had a victory last week and prior to this on AEW TV, she won her match on 3/9/23 (I'm not including ROH).

Tony Khan finally announced something with no prior announcement for the announcement. AEW will be holding a Continental Classic. A round robin tournament with the top 12 AEW stars. The first one to compete will be Bryan Danielson on the 22/11/23. This will open up the door for Danielson to get some matches with wrestlers he wants.

Paul Wight joined Tony and Nigel on commentary as Will Hobbs squashed some jobber. Don Callis tried to convince Paul to step away from the Street Fight next week. This doesn’t work. Hobb’s tries to initiate a fight, but he backed down once Paul got fired up to go. It’s good to see Wight in a serious angle. I got so used to him being the butt of jokes in WWE as The Big Show. As I said before, if you use Paul as a monster in the Street Fight, then I think it will be entertaining.

Have you listened to Lance Archer's theme? It's a hardcore jam. Archer comes out and starts to knock out some ring security. Archer is now teaming with The Righteous. They look great together. They faced Sting, Darby Allin and Adam Copeland in a safe match. Darby didn't doing anything that looked like he broke his neck. I don't think I saw Sting take a bump, and Copeland was the hot tag, so he wasn't in the match that much. This was best because you want to keep that Full Gear match safe. Archer takes another loss, unfortunately. If I could play the booker, I would have had The Righteous and Lance in a trios match on Dynamite, and switch them out for The Dark Order.

This episode had some decent matches and continued to build to Full Gear. We now have Ricky Starks and Big Bill vs. LFI vs. FTR vs. Kings of the Black Throne, and Kris Statlander vs. Julia Hart vs. Red Velvet or Skye Blue (Blue is winning) added to the card.

#julia hart #kris statlander #adam copeland #aew ftr #ricky starks #aew #full gear #lance archer #roderick strong #adam page #swerve strickland #cj perry #prowrestlers #professional wrestling #skye blue #tony khan #bryan johnson #aew collision #aew miro

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tiramisiyu · 3 years

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【未定事件簿】 Tears of Themis: Main Story 7-34 Translation

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After we left Hang Jiahe’s place, Xu Yin hastened off. No one knew what she was thinking, and all she left was a staggering silhouette.

When we returned to Marius’ car, we hadn’t recovered from the confrontation with Hang Jiahe either, so we sunk into silence. I subconsciously realized that Marius seemed… somewhat sad?

MC: Marius, are you okay?

Marius: … You noticed.

MC: If something’s troubling you, tell me. Don’t keep it pent up inside.

Marius: …

Marius: I keep thinking back these days on what Wang Chunchong said to me…

Marius: When I heard Hang Jiahe’s story, I suddenly… felt a little scared…

MC: Scared?

Marius: Yeah. I live in the same world as Xu Yin, Wang Chunchong, and Hang Jiahe.

Marius: But I’m luckier than them, as my brother and dad both love me – so I’ve got a happy family overall.

Marius: So I don’t have to climb up, step by step the way Xu Yin and Wang Chunchong have to, just to live.

Marius: And I definitely am not like Hang Jiahe, who couldn’t even choose her own life.

Marius: But all of what I have right now is built on the foundation of Pax and the von Hagen family.

Marius: As the von Hagen stands at the very summit, we have no problems whatsoever.

Marius: But if one day, all of this were gone, could I still be this happy?

Marius: Would my day still come?

MC: Of course it will.

Marius: Why?

MC: Because whether day comes or not isn’t determined solely by the outside world.

MC: Like this.

I took out my phone and turned on the flashlight.

Instantly, a thin white light cut through the air, lighting up the dark interior of the car.

MC: Even if one is in the middle of the darkness, if you can find a light, even if it’s the thinnest, weakest sliver…

MC: It can still light up the darkness.

MC: Hang Jiahe’s story is a tragedy from top to bottom. No one could find the light to save themselves in the darkness.

MC: But unlike them, you are a light yourself.

MC: Even if you discard the halo of Pax and the von Hagen family, your own light can illuminate darkness.

Marius: …

Marius looked at me quietly, his eyes glittering in the weak light.

Marius: Jiejie, you’re right, but… not completely right.

MC: What?

Marius: Not only can I emit light, but I’ve also found the light that can illuminate me.

MC: !!!

MC: …

Marius: …

MC: … A-anyways, Marius, about what Hang Jiahe said at the end…

Seeing the atmosphere in the car get stranger and stranger, I rushed to change the topic.

Marius: Though I don’t want to admit it, I do think she’s right.

Marius: It’s impossible for us to incriminate her with the evidence we have now.

MC: But the police haven’t found out anything, and Hang Jiahe wears gloves, so she wouldn’t have left fingerprints…

MC: There’s no way for us to prove that she was the one to use the hammer…

Marius: …

Marius: No, we might have a way.

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Waiting Room

Very appropriately, it was raining in Stellis on the day of the trial for Hang Fei and Qi Yu’s case. I arrived at the meeting room early, preparing to reread all my materials, so I could better face this trial where odds were winning were pretty low.

MC: (Only Marius would have come up with this method…)

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[Flashback]

Darius Morgan: You want Hang Jiahe herself to admit everything she did in court?

Marius: Yes, that’s the most effective method I can think of right now.

MC: But… how does that work…

MC: …

MC: Are you thinking of imitating the psychological tactics I used against Fannie before in court?

Marius nodded.

MC: But Hang Jiahe’s not like Fannie, so how do we get at her?

Marius: About that… do you remember what we went to her house and you noticed that her glove had broken?

MC: “Looks like this glove design quality isn’t that great either, since it broke on me without me realizing…”

MC: “I’ll look for more durable designs.”

MC: You mean that Hang Jiahe might have accidentally left fingerprints or other clues?

Marius: Yes.

MC: That is possible, but this might not necessarily be of any use against her.

Marius: I got in touch with the production factory of that toolbox. Though the number’s carved on the hammer’s iron core…

Marius: The same number is also secretly carved on the handle, and only the factory itself can identify it.

Marius: They did this to prevent people from making fakes – kind of a trade secret.

Marius: I found out about it thanks to some connections.

MC: Thanks for your hard work.

Marius: No big deal – anyways, back on topic.

Marius: We can send the murder weapon to the factory for confirmation. If all goes as planned…

Marius: Assuming that the number on the core and the handle don’t match, Captain Morgan, we’ll have to trouble you to re-examine the murder weapon again.

Marius: Though this time, what we need to identify are any residues or biological indices on it.

MC: You suspect that there are Hang Jiahe’s fingerprints on the murder weapon?

Marius: Yes.

Darius Morgan: But, Marius, putting aside whether we can even get this examination in before trial…

Darius Morgan: With how much time has passed, it’s highly unlikely that any residues are left, even if they existed back then.

Marius: I know. It’s just…

MC: Captain Morgan… we can only stake our bets on this.

Darius Morgan: And what if we come up empty?

MC: Then I will still confront Hang Jiahe in court with all the truths I have until the final moment.

Darius Morgan: You probably understand that if you fail, we might never catch Hang Jiahe again.

MC: I understand, but I’m sure our effort will display results. I will not give up if we haven’t reached the end yet.

Marius: Captain Morgan, I’m also requesting this of you.

Darius Morgan: … I understand.

Darius Morgan: Within the scope of law, I will do my best to have Wang Chunchong stand in court as the suspect. As for the rest…

He smiled at me.

Darius Morgan: It’s all on you.

[Flashback end]

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As he promised, Darius dealt with everything after.

MC: (My emotions are a mess… I don’t even know what to say right now…)

MC: (I’ll go through the files again.)

I sunk back into case-file reading. In the middle of that, Marius pushed open the door with a bag full of breakfast.

Marius: You arrived so early.

MC: Yeah, I wanted to go through the information once more before appearing in court, just to ensure that I’m fully prepared.

Marius: Don’t be so nervous, eat your breakfast first.

MC: Thanks.

Marius: No problem. Oh, right, Captain Morgan had me give you this.

Marius handed me a document.

Marius: This is the information Captain Morgan got when they were investigating Hang Jiahe’s alibi.

Marius: There are blind spots in the villa’s surveillance – Hang Jiahe probably used them to come and go from it.

Marius: The police are currently looking for any witnesses around that area.

Marius: Aside from that, the two identical toolboxes were ones that Hang Jiahe bought around January 25th.

Marius: Wang Chunchong was also in the apartment during then. She probably used the opportunity when she said she returned home to get clothes…

Marius: To get the hammer handle with Wang Chunchong’s fingerprints.

MC: Understood.

[Obtained Police’s Investigation Report]

Marius: Also, this is the examination report that the police currently have on the murder weapon.

Marius: The factory confirmed that the murder weapon’s handle is indeed from set No. 22, and the other thing we guessed…

Marius flipped to the second page of the report, where it was clearly written “No results currently regarding residues or biological indices.”

MC: (Looks like we can’t tell whether there are fingerprints on it for now…)

MC: …

Marius: Hold onto this report.

MC: Okay.

Marius: Alrighty, take your time eating, then. I won’t bug you anymore.

Marius: In court, just do what you want – don’t be too nervous.

Marius: Everything will go well.

MC: Yep.

Marius left with a smile. I looked at that examination report, making a silent decision.

MC: (I’ll proceed with all I have!)

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CRIMINAL COURT

10:00 AM

Judge: Court is in session. The court calls the People of Stellis versus suspect Wang Chunchong for the homicide case of Hang Fei and Qi Yu.

Judge: First, may the prosecution give their opening statement.

Prosecutor: I represent the People of Stellis against Wang Chunchong.

Prosecutor: On the night of January 28th, Hang Fei and Qi Yu, residents of Yaofu Community, were murdered at home. Their corpses were found not long ago.

Prosecutor: Investigation revealed that Wang Chunchong had severe conflicts with the victims due to a betrothal gift issue.

Prosecutor: That night, Wang Chunchong took food items laced with special drug G24D into the victims’ house under the pretext of apologizing.

Prosecutor: After he led the victims to eat the food, Hang Fei and Qi Yu fell unconscious due to the drug.

Prosecutor: The suspect took this opportunity to move the victims to the floor and used a hammer in the room to deal lethal blows to their heads.

Prosecutor: After, the suspect brought the bodies to his home using the apartment’s special fire escape route and placed them inside suitcases.

Prosecutor: After the suspect went to the natural park’s back mountain, then buried the bodies and the murder weapon.

Prosecutor: Investigation revealed Wang Chunchong’s fingerprints on the murder weapon, as well as the DNA of the victims in the suitcases in his home.

Prosecutor: The surveillance cameras where the burial location was clearly recorded Wang Chunchong’s entrance and exit.

Prosecutor: Thus, the prosecution believes that Wang Chunchong had full motive for the crime and that the evidence is conclusive.

Judge: Does the defendant have any objections regarding the prosecution’s statement?

Wang Chunchong: I didn’t kill Hang Fei and Qi Yu! It wasn’t me!

MC: I believe that there are major flaws in the prosecution’s evidence chain. The true culprit of this case is Hang Jiahe, not Wang Chunchong!

MC: First, the natural park’s surveillance footage only recorded Wang Chunchong’s movements at the park’s front door.

MC: It is impossible to judge where he went after entering the park. Thus, this evidence is untenable.

PROSECUTION OBJECTION

Prosecutor: Objection! As the defense lawyer believes that it is impossible to determine that Wang Chunchong went to bury the bodies based on the natural park door’s surveillance…

Prosecutor: The prosecution also believes that it is impossible to determine that Wang Chunchong did not bury the bodies.

Prosecutor: Thus, the prosecution believes that Wang Chunchong is still highly suspect of performing post-murder corpse disposal.

OBJECTION

MC: Objection! The defense has evidence to prove that Wang Chunchong did not go to bury bodies that night.

Select: Recording of Simon’s murder

MC: That night, Wang Chunchong went to the natural park to meet Simon on the north mountain.

MC: This recording indicates when Wang Chunchong murdered Simon, which is the same time as what happened in the park.

MC: Thus, Wang Chunchong could not have been simultaneously discarding the corpses at the same time at the foot of the mountain.

MC: Simon’s murder case is an essential part of this case.

MC: Hang Jiahe knew of Wang Chunchong’s plan to murder Simon, and thus chose the same day to murder Hang Fei and Qi Yu.

MC: Only in this way could she successfully frame Wang Chunchong.

Prosecutor: Defense lawyer, what evidence do you have that proves that Hang Jiahe knew of Wang Chunchong’s plan?

Select: Wang Chunchong’s Recording Pen

MC: Wang Chunchong murdered Simon because Tyson requested it of him.

MC: And Hang Jiahe was the one who introduced Wang Chunchong to Tyson.

MC: Hang Jiahe, Tyson, and Wang Chunchong were all aware of when and where Simon was to be murdered.

PROSECUTION OBJECTION

Prosecutor: Objection! The defense lawyer claims that Hang Jiahe was the one who murdered Hang Fei and Qi Yu.

Prosecutor: But according to investigation, Hang Jiahe, Hang Fei, and Qi Yu were a happy family.

Prosecutor: And the relationships that Hang Jiahe had with her adoptive parents were excellent.

Prosecutor: She has no motive to commit the crime.

OBJECTION

MC: Objection! Hang Jiahe does have motive to commit the crime, and it is stronger than Wang Chunchong’s.

Select: Hang Jiahe’s Hidden Video Records

MC: During the ten-plus years Hang Jiahe was fostered in the Hang family, she suffered inhuman abuse at the hands of her foster father.

MC: This damaged her physiological health and ruined her life.

MC: Thus, Hang Jiahe hates all those who pushed her into the depths.

MC: This does not only include Hang Fei and Qi Yu, but it also includes her biological parents Xu Yin and Tyson, as well as her fiancé Wang Chunchong.

MC: Judge, I request Hang Jiahe’s appearance in court.

Judge: A reasonable request. Summon Hang Jiahe to court.

Hang Jiahe: I did hate those people who made living even worse than death for me, but I never murdered anyone.

Hang Jiahe: Also, when the murder occurred, I was not in the apartment. I have an alibi.

OBJECTION

MC: Objection! Within the time that the crime occurred, you did return to the apartment.

Hang Jiahe: Oh? Do you have proof?

Select: January 28 Apartment Full-Day Surveillance Footage

MC: This is the full-day surveillance footage the day the crime happened.

MC: Based on big data lab analysis, comparison, and person-eye identification, Hang Jiahe appeared for a total of 6 times in the footage.

MC: Individually, these times are: 12pm, 7pm, 8pm, 9pm, 9:45pm, and 10:15pm.

MC: The reason why she was repeatedly entering and exiting the apartment was to complete her alibi.

PROSECUTION OBJECTION

Prosecutor: Objection! According to the forensics identification results, Hang Fei and Qi Yu died on the 28th after 10pm.

Prosecutor: With Hang Jiahe’s physique and strength, it would be impossible to have moved and struck the bodies, then cleaned the scene, within 15 minutes.

OBJECTION

MC: Objection! Hang Fei and Qi Yu did not die on the 28th after 10pm.

MC: They died after 12:30pm that day.

PROSECUTION OBJECTION

Prosecutor: Objection! The victims’ surmised time of death was determined by forensics experts. Defense lawyer, do not speak without grounds.

OBJECTION

MC: Objection! The bodies of Hang Fei and Qi Yu had undergone severe decay. When forensics determined the time of death, aside from basing it on the corpses’ anatomical analysis…

MC: They also based it on the victims’ final movements and the surveillance footage of the apartment on the 28th.

MC: In the footage, Qi Yu last appeared at 9:45pm, but the Qi Yu that appeared was not the real Qi Yu.

MC: Instead, it was Hang Jiahe in disguise.

PROSECUTION OBJECTION

Prosecutor: Objection! A security guard saw Qi Yu who appeared in the grand lobby at 9:45pm, so she could not have been another person in disguise.

OBJECTION

MC: Objection! The Qi Yu that the security guard saw was wearing a face mask and hat, so he could not have seen her full face.

Prosecutor: Even so, the hammer responsible for the murder of Hang Fei and Qi Yu had Wang Chunchong’s fingerprints on them. Defense lawyer, how do you explain this?

MC: That was because Hang Jiahe had switched out a part of the murder weapon.

Prosecutor: Defense lawyer, what proof do you have?

Select: Hammer Photo

MC: The hammer that served as the murder weapon is a dual-purpose hammer.

MC: With similar models, one can switch out the handle while leaving the iron core.

MC: Hang Jiahe used this fact, switching the handle she owned with Wang Chunchong’s fingerprints on them onto the murder weapon.

PROSECUTION OBJECTION

Prosecution: Objection! All mentioned methods are merely the defense lawyer’s conjectures, with no evidence to support them.

OBJECTION

MC: Objection! I do have evidence!

Select: Police’s Examination Report

MC: According to investigation, the set No.22 toolbox in Hang Jiahe’s house and the set No.21 toolbox in Room 1001…

MC: Were both purchased by Hang Jiahe.

MC: Why else would she buy two of the same toolboxes, if not to switch the hammer handles?

Hang Jiahe: You’ve spoken so much, but do you have any evidence that directly proves that I killed them?

Hang Jiahe: If not, then everything you’ve said is just a made-up story.

MC: I do…

I looked at Hang Jiahe, sighing deeply. This moment had finally come.

MC: Just in case, we applied for another examination of the murder weapon, especially the handle portion.

MC: This is the examination report that the police gave.

I took out the last examination report that Marius gave me, showing it for all in court to see.

MC: In this report, we noticed a vital piece of evidence.

Hang Jiahe: What evidence?

MC: The production factory confirmed that the No.21 hammer, the murder weapon, had the forgery-preventing No.22 carved in its handle.

MC: Based on this, we requested that any residues and biological indices on the murder weapon to be examined, and…

I stopped speaking and looked towards Hang Jiahe.

Hang Jiahe: What are you looking at?

MC: Miss Hang, are your gloves alright today? They haven’t split again, have they?

Hang Jiahe: W-what are you saying this for?

MC: No major reason. It’s just that you seemed somewhat troubled about this when we met before.

Hang Jiahe: Of course I’d get angry over my gloves breaking. Can’t I?

MC: Of course you can. But, Miss Hang, have you experienced your gloves breaking on you before?

Hang Jiahe: W-what are you trying to say?

Hang Jiahe’s originally calm face grew agitated, and a bead of sweat slid down her neck.

MC: Nothing, I’m just asking a question. This shouldn’t be a hard-to-answer question.

Hang Jiahe: Whether it has or hasn’t, does this have anything to do with the case?

MC: Whether it has or hasn’t isn’t for you to decide.

MC: But since you’ve said this, I’ll ask you some questions that are more related to the case.

I grasped the file in my hand tight, looked straight at Hang Jiahe, and added some emphasis to my words.

MC: Miss Hang, why did you return so many times to the apartment on the night of the crime?

MC: Why did you buy toolboxes of the same model before the murder?

Hang Jiahe: I… I…

MC: Also, why did these toolboxes just happen to appear in yours and the victims’ homes?

MC: Why are so many coincidences tied to you?

MC: Hang Jiahe, how do you explain this?

Hang Jiahe: No… no way, my fingerprints couldn’t have been on the hammer!

Hang Jiahe looked at me, her eyes gradually growing fiercer.

Hang Jiahe: I clearly confirmed it so many times when I was switching the handle and killing those two beasts.

Hang Jiahe: I shouldn’t have gotten anything wrong, so why did something still slip through?

MC: So, Hang Jiahe, you admit that you did murder Hang Fei and Qi Yu?

Hang Jiahe: So what if I did? It’s Hang Fei’s fault for running into my room that night and raising a hand against me again!

Hang Jiahe: I’ve had enough! I won’t give him another chance to humiliate me as he pleases!

MC: Then why did you murder Qi Yu?

MC: She never stopped Hang Fei? Before, she clearly…

Hang Jiahe: Qi Yu… hah, she did try to stop him that night, but she should have tried long ago!

Hang Jiahe: She’s been a bystander for so many years!

Hang Jiahe: They should both go to hell together!

✼ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ✼

Judge: Per court trial, the prosecution’s accusations against Wang Chunchong lack evidence and are untenable.

Judge: Simultaneously, multiple pieces of evidence indicate high suspicion against Hang Jiahe in this case.

Judge: Defense lawyer, it seems that your guesses were all correct, and the risks you took this time were all quite interesting.

Judge: Leave the rest of the work to the criminal investigation department.

Judge: Court is adjourned!

#Tears of Themis #tears of themis translations #tot translations #lu jinghe #marius von hagen #未定事件簿 #been a long time since i did a new court trial #got a lot of conflicting emotions about this one...

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adrienscroissantx · 3 years

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Consider

Alya (Brooklyn)

Adrien (Darrius)

Alix (Kenji)

Marinette (Sammy)

Kagami (Yaz)

Maybe Juleka? (Ben)

Ok ok

You're idea is kinda similar to what I had in mind! Me and @justanotherpersonsuniverse discussed it in depth

They kind of branch into the different character arcs, but I'm so attached there's no going back.

Nino - hes the most darius type character, absolutely obsessed with dinosaurs n all that jazz. He wins a chance to go on the trip through winning the video game just like darius

Marinette - shes a sammy for sure. She however doesnt have any connection to the park, but she also won through the video game (her and nino tied). Shes not much of a dinosaur fanatic but shes a hardcore gamer

Alya - a mix between sammy and brooklyn. Her family is super connected to the park. Her dad is one of the dino-zoologists. Her big sister nora is one of the camp counselors. Shes been signed with Jurassic world to create a fun documentary about the camp cretaceous experience to promote it. They wanted a kid to do it so it'd be relatable to its target audience n all that. She isn't a celebrity though.

Adrien - hes a brooklyn and a ben. Hes definitely famous and is 100% there to just be Fan Bait n whatnot. Hes also a ben however, as he really does NOT want to be there. He smiles n acts polite but hes stiff and firmly just wants to get it over with and go home (god adrien I'm so sorry). He also bonds with the resident bumpy aka plagg

Kagami - definitely a yaz no question. Accomplished fencer sponsored by jurassic world. Awkward and not really out to make friends.

Now heres the fun bit. I really couldn't choose who I liked more as a kenji, chloe or kim. So I decided on both. They're step siblings now.

Chloe - kenji 1. Her mother, famous magazine editor/celebrity/whatever audrey does recently got remarried to Kim's dad, an international tech company CEO. They're loaded. But also her mother still doesnt give her any attention lol. She acts out because of it, emulating her mother in Hope's to be just like her and get her approval.

Kim - kenji 2. Kim's dad recently remarried to chloe's mom. Hes a spoiled rich boy. Hes always trying to show off and bond with his father through Man Things but it doesnt always work. Hes lonely. Cool thing hes got this new step sibling he can torment in the mansion with no parental figure in sight.

They don't really like each other. This is very new, and they compete a lot. They're also both dumbasses who fall for each others manipulation a lot. He pranks her and she sabotages him. An endless cycle. Kim loves going to jurassic world, as like kenji, he goes there when hes bored because his dad is a partner there. Chloe's mom tells her to go with because annoying daughter go away the adults are busy reasons.

Anyway yeah! Bickering bastard step siblings kim and chloe. Nino and marinette have a slight rivalry cuz they have to share the reward (but ultimately become friends and possibly love interests). Alya and marinette bond instantly. Kagami takes time to open up but eventually she finds her place (possible chlogami). Chloe tolerates alya mostly because she wants to be the star of the documentary. Nino and kim bonding, adrien and nino bonding, kim and adrien bonding,,, just boys bonding. Everyone bonds and it's great.

#camp cretaceous au #just 4 fun

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reneg661 · 3 years

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Is a main character in the Netflix series, Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous. n season 1, Kenji is a self-appointed VIP camper described as the "self-proclaimed alpha male of the group". He gives off the general impression of someone who is full of himself and has a big personality, bugging those around him. Behind his conceited and narcissistic veneer lies a truly lonely person eager to connect with his fellow campers. He shows hidden depths and an often eclipsed emotional and attenuative streak, being supportive of Darius and admitting his respect for him when he had led them all to safety, as well as defending Sammy Gutierrez from being criticized by Yasmina Fadoula and Brooklynn. Despite being wealthy, he isn't all that happy, as he sadly admits that the staff always lets him win bowling, as well as his father not spending much time with him. As he relaxed himself and opened himself up to fair criticism, he became more popular with others. He also seems to be an airhead, oblivious to danger and seems to consider himself indestructible. In season 2, Kenji's arrogance, laziness and self entitlement are still present, particularly early on. However, as the season progresses, he becomes more caring and helpful to the group. While he did show a lack of appreciation to the park, he ends up having a change of heart after he and Darius find a Water hole. His bonding with the group continues, particularly with Darius. In season 3, Kenji is more caring and helpful, even though can still be arrogant and lazy. While he refers to himself as the captain, he does not take the role seriously at times, which can frustrate Darius. However, when necessary, he steps up with his leadership and teamwork. He clearly prioritizes his friends over everything else by this point. However, a rift is caused between him and Darius when he silently accuses Darius of caring more about getting off the island than their friends (even though Kenji was willing to let other people die by giving Henry Wu his laptop which could create more hybrids), which is left unresolved due to the end of the third season. While Kenji tends to brag about his rich dad, he occasionally expresses sadness over his dad not being there for him.

Kenjo Kon (c) Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous Art (c) reneg661

#kenji kon

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omgjasminesimone · 4 years

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Cheer

Logan x MC

Follow up to this AU

Word Count: ~3,000

Logan rips the bandage with his teeth, tenderly looping it around Ellie’s knee multiple times. He makes sure it’s tight enough to provide ample support, but not so tight it’s cutting off her circulation. “There, how does that feel?” He asks, placing a gentle kiss to Ellie’s knee before looking up at her from where he’s kneeling on the gym floor.

Ellie tests it out, bending her knee a little. “That feels good, thank you Logan.” She’s about to turn to head back to practice when Logan grips her hand.

“Hey, take it easy out there, alright? You don’t have to go full out every practice.” Logan suggests.

Ellie smiles, looping her arms around his neck. “Aww, are you worried about me?”

Logan’s hands go to her waist, hugging her to him. “Obviously. It’s pretty nerve wracking to watch my girlfriend get thrown around like a rag doll.”

Ellie smirks, absentmindedly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Well, us real athletes have to do some pretty dangerous stuff. Not all sports are as easy as basketball.” She teases.

Logan frowns and pulls away from her a little, but he’s not doing a very good job of looking believably upset. “Well damn, way to make me feel bad about myself. And so soon after Canyon Crest not making it to the State Championships too. You can be so cruel. Good thing you’re so pretty.” He teases right back.

Ellie would have continued with their flirty banter, but the star crossed couple is interrupted. “Logan! If you keep distracting one of my most important flyers, I’m banning you from coming to practice. We’re trying to win a national title here!” Ellie’s cheer coach yells.

“Yes ma’am! Sorry about that, won’t happen again!” Logan yells back apologetically, getting to his feet. “You got me in trouble.” He quietly, and playfully, complains to Ellie.

She smiles at him. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

Logan grins, pulling her to him for a quick kiss. “I’m holding you to that troublemaker.”

“Ellie!” Her coach yells again.

“Coming!” She quickly replies, scurrying back over to the squad to keep working on the pyramid.

...

A week later in Orlando, Ellie is still distracted at a Logan free practice session. “Come on, stick it!” The coach yells as Ellie is tossed up onto the bases’ hands. Ellie wobbles, tightening her core to try to save it, but ultimately crumbles down to the ground.

“Oh my god, I told you not to replace Gia with Ellie.” Ingrid complains. “She’s about to cost us Nationals!”

Ellie never expected to make mat for the biggest cheerleading event of the year, and she certainly wasn’t expecting to be made a flyer, one of the most challenging and revered roles. But when Gia broke her leg after over flipping on a basket toss, it just made sense to give the spot to Ellie. Ellie is tiny and easy to lift, she works hard, and her technical skills are unbelievable for someone who’s been cheering less than a year.

But now, with only 2 days before the competition, the pressure is starting to get to her. Ellie doesn’t want to let anyone down. The squad has been working for months, for this two and a half minute performance that has to be perfect.

“Where is your head at Ellie?! You never drop this much. I took a big chance on you, because I believed in you. And right now, I’m starting to question my judgement.” Their coach critiques. Ellie fights back tears, nodding to show she’s listening. The coach turns her attention to the group. “Take 5. I want better attitudes from everyone when you come back in here.”

Ellie practically runs out of the gym, heading straight for her phone in the locker room. She sniffles as she dials Logan’s number from memory, leaning against the locker.

“Hey troublemaker, how’s Orlando?” He asks, sounding happy to hear from her.

“Logan.” Ellie replies, voice already breaking.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Logan immediately switches to comfort mode.

Ellie starts to cry as she explains that she’s not hitting any of her stunts. That she’s barely throwing her full. That she doesn’t think she can do it.

“Ellie.” Logan interjects when she finally lets him get a word in. “Everyone knows that you can do it besides you. You have to believe in yourself. That’s all it is babe.” He sighs. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”

More tears well in her eyes as she tries to take in his sweet words. “I miss you.” She mumbles, rubbing at her eyes to try to keep her tears at bay.

“I miss you too. And I love you. You can definitely do this Ellie, so go back to practice and kill it.”

“I love you too, and I’ll try.” Ellie promises.

Practice goes a lot better after her Logan pep talk. Ellie is always amazed at how effectively he can instill confidence in her, even from over 2,000 miles away.

She’s feeling a lot better by the time she heads back to the room she’s sharing with Riya. And Ellie’s mood brightens considerably when she opens the door, and finds Logan sitting on the bed.

“Surprise trouble- humph.” He’s cut off when she tackles him onto the bed, kissing him soundly.

It’s several long moments before she can tear herself away. “What are you doing here?!” She questions.

Logan smiles, his hands coming up to rest just under her cheerleading skirt, squeezing her thighs. “Like I’d miss your big competition.”

“But what about school?” The cheerleaders all have permission to miss a couple of days for the competition. She doubts Logan has any such agreement over at Canyon Crest.

“Troublemaker, we’ve got like 3 more weeks until we graduate. I doubt they’re going to rescind my Langston offer for missing a couple of classes where we’re most likely just watching movies.”

“You never know though. You worked so hard to get your grades up to qualify for that Langston basketball scholarship. I’d hate to see all that go to waste.” Ellie insists.

Before Ellie, Logan didn’t really care about school. He probably would have dropped out if not for basketball. But now, he just wants to be wherever she is. So when he found out Langston was her plan, it became his plan too.

He needed straight As in all his Fall semester classes to raise his GPA enough to meet the Langston athlete minimum. It was hard work, but Logan was motivated. He might not have been serious about school, but he’s sure as hell serious about Ellie Wheeler. It also helped that his beautiful girlfriend is a great tutor.

He’s really looking forward to being at Langston together starting in the Fall. It will be nice to have Ellie cheering for his team, for once.

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll get the assignments from a friend, okay?” He offers.

“Okay.” Ellie readily agrees, resting her head on his chest. She yawns, settling in for a nap. “Wait, are you trying to stay in here? What about Riya?”

Logan gently massages her back, lulling her to sleep. “She’s planning to stay in the room me and Darius are technically splitting.” He reveals.

“Perfect.” Ellie mumbles, almost asleep now. She doubts the Mar Vista Prep athletics program would sanction opposite gender room sharing, so they’ll have to be sneaky. Luckily, the couple has gotten pretty good at sneaking around due to Ellie’s dad forbidding her from dating Logan in the first place. Detective Wheeler has a strict ‘no athletes’ rule Ellie has chosen to ignore.

...

“....are you running through the routine in your head again?” Logan asks, playfully splashing her with salty Atlantic Ocean water.

“Am I that obvious?” Ellie returns, attempting to splash him back, but he weaves. Damn those quick basketball reflexes.

“Yep. I can practically hear you running the counts.” Logan quips, pulling her to him for a kiss.

With only one day left before the competition, their coach has instructed the cheerleaders to take the day off. It’s not worth risking injury when the routine is probably as good as it’s going to get at this point.

They do have a final early morning practice before the competition tomorrow though. And Ellie is determined to have a better showing than at their last practice.

“I’m just a little nervous, so I feel like I can’t relax. Sorry, this probably isn’t the Orlando vacation you wanted.” Ellie apologizes.

“I came to see you. I wanted to cheer on my favorite cheerleader. And to keep you from psyching yourself out because I know how you get.” He concludes with a small smile.

Ellie pouts up at him as he absentmindedly plays with the ties of her bikini bottom. “I’m trying not to get in my head.” Ellie knows how she gets too.

“Would it make you feel better to get some more practice in? I can be your base.” Logan proposes.

Ellie quirks a brow. “You?”

“What? I’ve seen how cheerleading works. I know how to do it.” Logan insists. He turns her around, placing his hands on her hips. He pulls her back a few steps into slightly deeper water, she assumes to break her fall when he no doubt drops her. “Let’s do that one where you go from the ground into Ingrid’s and Riya’s hands.”

“A hand toss cupie.” Ellie corrects.

“Yeah, that. Ready?” Logan replies.

“Ready as I’m gonna be.”

Ellie is expecting a countdown, but Logan throws her high in the air without one. She instinctively tightens up and Logan manages to grip her heel above his head, but that provides basically zero support so she crashes back into the water.

Ellie surfaces, sputtering a little. “Sorry troublemaker. But that wasn’t bad for a first try, huh?”

��Yeah, not bad. I’m actually kind of impressed. You put way too much power in that throw though. It’s supposed to be more of a gentle toss.”

“Noted. I’ll try to tone down my athletic prowess. But if you think about it, this is good practice for college cheer. Those male Langston cheerleaders will probably toss little old you like.....10 feet. Hey, you think I have what it takes to make the Langston cheer squad if the whole basketball thing doesn’t work out?” Logan teases, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist as he walks them deeper into the ocean.

“Honestly? I think I have a better chance of making the basketball team.” Ellie retorts with a smirk.

Logan laughs, gently running his thumb in circles on her thigh. “Teach a girl to shoot free throws and suddenly she thinks she runs the world. You’re gonna have to learn to dribble before you make the team babe. Also, your defense could use some work, tiny.”

“Hmm...maybe it would be easier to get you on the cheer squad then.” Ellie continues to play along.

“That’s the spirit! Want to try the cupie again?”

“No, I think I want to make out with my super athletic boyfriend instead.” Ellie buries her hands into the long wet strands of his dark hair.

Logan grins, leaning in close. “That can definitely be arranged.” He murmurs just before capturing her lips.

...

Ellie shakes Logan awake, causing him to groan and try to roll away from her. “Logan, you’ve gotta get up. Riya is coming to do my hair and makeup.” Ellie informs her sleepy boyfriend.

“You want me to leave?” He murmurs, stretching his arms out and yawning.

“No, but you have to put clothes on.” Ellie replies. She’s already dressed in her cheerleading uniform, ready for that early morning practice.

“I can do that.” Logan agrees, reaching down to the floor for his duffel bag. He pulls out some clean clothes, throwing them on.

Ellie quirks a brow when he pulls a Mar Vista Prep t-shirt over his broad shoulders. “Wouldn’t you never be able to live it down if you were photographed in that?”

“I definitely wouldn’t be able to show my face at graduation, but I love you more than I hate Mar Vista.” Logan quips, pulling her back into bed to get his kisses in before he has to worry about ruining her cheer makeup.

Riya arrives much too soon for Logan’s liking, using her key card to enter the room. “Alright, break it up you two. We can’t afford for Ellie to be sore before our big performance.” She insinuates with a grin.

...

Ellie stretches her quads as Mar Vista waits in the wings as Riverview High performs their routine. Ellie is unbelievably nervous. She can’t help but wish she started cheer earlier. Maybe she’d be feeling more confident if this wasn’t her first ever High School Nationals.

She shakes out her arms, and tries to simultaneously shake out her nerves. Things went fairly well during practice, but now, staring out at the large crowd and watching other teams complete their routines flawlessly has Ellie a little bit in her head.

She searches the crowd for Logan. Before she left for practice, he promised her he would be in the front row cheering her on. It takes her a few moments to spot him, standing with Darius in the front row on the left side. He laughs at something Darius says, and Ellie feels herself automatically calm down a little at the familiar sight of his bright smile.

“Okay, Mar Vista, bring it in!” Ingrid yells, bringing Ellie’s attention back to the task at hand. All the cheerleaders put their hands into the circle. “Let’s bring it home, Mar Vista on three. One, two, three!”

“Mar Vista!” The squad choruses, lifting their arms.

Ellie lets out a deep, calming breath. She’s got this.

“And now coming out of Los Angeles, California, Mar Vista Prep!” The announcer introduces. The team walks out to polite applause from the audience, and fervent applause from the Mar Vista alternates, family members in attendance, and Logan and Darius.

Ellie gets into her starting position, taking another deep breath before pasting on her cheer smile. She automatically looks to Logan, who smiles and winks at her. ‘You’ve got this.’ He mouths at her. Ellie’s smile becomes a little more authentic.

Their routine starts with the cheer chants, the easiest required element for the competition. They shout loudly, and in sync, using their poms and signs as they cheer on the Mar Vista Bulldogs as if they’re at a game.

The fast paced dynamic cheer music comes on as they transition to the dance and tumbling section. Ellie takes off across the stage, performing a round off into two back hand springs for momentum before throwing her full. She can feel her rotation is perfect in the air, and she lets out a quick sigh of relief when she lands on her feet and snaps upright, going right into the synchronized jump section.

Ellie can see out of the corner of her eye that everyone’s toe touches and pikes look great. So far, so good. But now, it’s the part everyone is most worried about. The stunts and their big finale pyramid.

Ellie cheer jogs over to her stunt group, placing her hands on Ingrid’s and Riya’s shoulders as they bend to brace her feet when she jumps. She crouches as they rotate so she’s facing the audience, and then back flips when they toss her in the air.

She’s caught, and placed back to the floor. They immediately go into their next stunt, Ellie launching back into the air for a scorpion. Out of the corner of her eye, Ellie sees another stunt group’s bases having to take a couple of small steps to keep their stunt in the air, but she’s relieved to see them recover.

Ellie spins, falling back into Riya’s and Ingrid’s arms. The squad tightens their formation for the final pyramid, and Ellie is placed back on the ground. Ingrid and Riya launch her back into the air for her next trick, and when she’s caught and lifted back up, Ingrid’s grip is absolutely terrible, but Ellie refuses to go down, over correcting in time for another cheerleader to fly overhead and for Ellie to catch her left foot like she’s supposed to.

She releases her teammate’s foot, crouching as Riya and Ingrid carry her further back. “One, two, and up!” Riya counts out, and the bases launch Ellie over the middle of the pyramid. Ellie makes sure to smile brightly into the audience before she flips and is caught by another stunt group.

Ellie winces when the catch is a little off, probably bruising her rib. But there’s no time to worry about that now. There’s just one more stunt standing between her and a perfect Nationals routine.

She’s placed back down so she can jog back to Riya and Ingrid. “Whoo, let’s go Mar Vista!” Ingrid encourages. Everyone knows that if they can pull off this last move, the championship is all their’s due to their increased skill difficulty level.

Ellie launches up into a bow and arrow, drops back into her bases’ hands as they scurry to the pyramid, gets into pyramid position, lifting her foot from Riya’s strong grip to perch on another airborne teammates thigh, and finally another flyer lands on her outstretched leg, Ellie gripping her firmly so she doesn’t fall.

“Bulldogs!” They shout when the pyramid is complete. Ellie is finally able to breathe. Ellie looks out at Logan, who’s whooping and whistling loudly. And in that moment, everything is perfect.

...

Mar Vista knew they won the moment that pyramid hit, but it’s still nice to hear it officially and be awarded a huge golden trophy, as well as individual gold medals.

Ellie hops off the stage into Logan’s waiting arms, giggling when he spins her around. “You’re incredible.” Logan praises, capturing her lips and completely ruining the lipstick Riya had applied so painstakingly.

“How does it feel to be dating a National Champion?” Ellie quips when they finally break apart for air.

“Hmm...kind of indescribable troublemaker. Maybe next year you’ll get to find out.” He kisses her again, burying a hand into her hair so when he pulls away her bow is all askew. “So, what do you want to do next, champion?” He asks.

Ellie smiles. “I’m going to Disney World!”

...

A/N: Things I regret, attempting to write out that cheer routine, and then being too stubborn to cut it after all the googling I had to do. A mess. haha.

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themaybewoman · 4 years

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Whumptober2020: Day 1 - Hanging

Fandom: Psych (2006) Characters: Genevieve Spencer-O’Hara (main voice, OC), Shawn Spencer, Juliet O’Hara, Darius Spencer-O’Hara (OC)

[Read on AO3 here.]

Both mom and dad had told her not to go any higher than her own height. Vivi elected to ignore their cautionary words and scrambled up the tree, using each branch like a step on a ladder. She grinned down at her brother before calling back a taunt, a call to race.

Of course, Darius returned her sentiment with just as much enthusiasm. It spurred her to pump her arms faster. Her legs launched off of each bark-made rung like she was a rocket that needed to go to space. After just seconds of racing, she risked a peek at his progress and spotted the strained face of her brother. Then, she noticed he was gaining. A bolt of panic surged through her veins. She couldn’t have him win! The phantom ring of his victory jeers spurred her deeper into panic, a concentrated panic, that made her lift-off of each branch harder. With every step, she smacked harder and harder into the branches. Then—

Crack!

She felt the pressure underneath her left foot give way. She was dropping but instinctively clenched her hands tighter around her handhold. Bark dug into her skin, promising an undesirable red and raw fashion.

The passion of the race morphed into sheer terror. Repeatedly, she told herself not to look down, and yet down was exactly where she looked.

At the horrified looks of her parents.

At the eight foot gap to the ground.

Vivi swung gently in the breeze. Dari better not be using this to win, she grumbled but internally, for she didn’t have the willpower to speak. All her energy diverted into hanging on for dear life.

“Vives!” her dad shouted, mingling with the “Oh my god, Vivi!” from her mom.

Her handhold suddenly drooped an inch. Vivi’s teeth grit together. She adjusted her fingers, scooting an arm closer to the trunk. If she could reach it, a safe escape was possible…

“Don’t move, Vivi! It might break!” Juliet said, her voice shrill. Vivi immediately stopped. Given her mother’s vantage point, she probably could see more of the situation.

Through he blood roaring in her ears, she just about heard her mom say she was getting a ladder before watching a figure scurry around the corner of the house. However, all Vivi’s thoughts harped on was another creek of the limb. Another dip. Vivi shut her eyes, as if seeing nothing would eliminate her situation altogether. Each breath barely took in enough oxygen.

Her fingers felt raw against the bark, but her alternate option was to fall, and Vivi cherished the use of her legs.

“Dad?” she squeaked out, briefly allowing her eyes to flit open in order to gain comfort from a familiar face. “What do I do?” Each syllable came out staccato.

“Just keep holding on, Vives. Mom’s coming with a ladder.”

Vivi tried to nod, but even that motion required a tremble from her entire body.

She heard the limb crack before it jounced.

For one second, her limbs were flailing freely through the air.

The next, she was sprawled on the ground, feeling nothing but the fireworks of pain.

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Written for @whumptober2020.

#whumptober2020 #ocapp #allaboutocs #psych #juliet o'hara #shawn spencer #genevieve spencer #darius spencer #original characters #oc #lilly's writing #lilly's whump #fanfiction #writing #whump #whumptober

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7-crows-in-a-trench-coat · 2 years

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did..did odalia just..*divorce* alador??

cuz i mean if she did..darius is single-

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everlarkbirthdaygifts · 4 years

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Happy Birthday, white-dandelion-seeds!

Happy Birthday, @white-dandelion-seeds! We hope you’re having a wonderful day so far, and that you got exactly the presents you were hoping for! To keep your party going a little while longer, the lovely @mega-aulover has written a story just for you!

For: white-dandelion-seeds

Prompt: May i get a drabble with some High School drama with love triangle? But endgame must be Everlark

A/N: Happy Birthday White-dandelion-seeds I hope you enjoy my take on your prompt. PS there are no games in this universe just teenage angst.

Un beta’d all mistakes are mine

Rated: G

Title: The Split Road

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District 12 high school was a buzz with juicy gossip. And it wasn't about Miley Beans ever-expanding little black book. Surprisingly the gossip surrounded the least likeliest subject, Katniss Everdeen. Katniss was known for her stoic nature, for keeping her family afloat when her father passed away at the age of eleven, she was also known for being Gale Hawthorne's girl. She was admired by the women and the men of the district for her tenacity and her archery.

Though today everyone was talking about what happened at the wrestling competition on Friday night. There were rumors the reason Peeta lost his match was because he and Gale fought over Katniss. One of the rumors said Gale found Katniss and Peeta together. Other rumors said Peeta was defending Katniss over Gale. Either way both boys were fighting over Katniss.

Overnight the rumors spun out of control. Some even hinted that Katniss was pregnant with both Gale’s and Peeta’s baby. Katniss hated being the center of all of the gossip. She refused to go to school.

“Katniss you have to go to school,” her mother said.

Katniss couldn’t go through another day with kids whispering about her. She got up and grabbed her jacket and walked out of the house.

“I’ll go talk to her?” Primrose said chasing after Katniss.

Katniss stood by the tree where the road split into two. One led to the mines the other led into the town. She was confused and heavy hearted. Everyone expected her to go down the path to the mines, but after what happened three weeks ago she wasn’t sure if she wanted the familiar route. Her eyes sought out the path to town longingly. She plucked a dandelion from the ground and began plucking the petals. Nothing made sense anymore, she wondered why things had to become so complicated.

Anonymity was a wonderful thing. Being the subject of fantastic fables wasn’t great. Though the one where she was an enchantress that put Peeta under a spell was amusing. Either way rumors sucked. Nothing she did helped. She tried acting like everything was normal with Gale but he was a butthead. So she put distance between herself and Gale. That didn’t work, the rumors that Gale dumped her surfaced. She tried not to acknowledge the gossip and ignore them, but then people said she was heartbroken while others said she was a bitch.

Katniss began eating her lunch in an empty classroom just so that she didn’t have to face the other kids in school. More specifically one person in general.

“Hi.”

Katniss looked to her baby sister. She could ignore their mother. But she couldn’t ignore her sister. “Hey,” she said miserably.

“So I know things in school are tough.” Prim said quietly standing by the road looking down both paths.

Katniss exhaled the breath she held in her chest.

“Our school spins dirt quicker than it can churn out coal. Even the little kids are talking. They said Gale caught you and Peeta holding hands, and Gale pushed Peeta into a wall giving him a big knot on his head making him lose the wrestling match.”

Katniss shook her head. “It wasn’t why Peeta lost his match.”

“Then why?”

Katniss couldn't help the painful face she made. There was a kernel of truth behind the rumors. “I wore a dress.”

“A dress.” Prim frowned. “You never wear dresses.”

“It was so stupid, a dumb dare, Darius...started it. He said I didn’t look like a girl, that I couldn’t even if I tried. Gale laughed and agreed. Peeta was there at the bakery and he said I did look like a girl. Darius dared me to wear a dress. He bet Gale no one would notice because I’m so skinny. I got so mad at Darius that I showed up in a dress for the wrestling match. Peeta lost because he was flustered after he spotted me wearing the darned dress. Gale tried to fight Peeta because he caught Peeta gawking at me before and after the match. He called Peeta a chicken-” Katniss stopped herself short from using profane language around her baby sister.

“Huh,” Prim got a far away look. “That can’t be all?”

Katniss smiled. “Peeta said he was sorry he was distracted because I looked so pretty.” Her cheeks felt warm. “He told Gale he would never try to steal another guys girl.”

“But you’re not dating Gale,” Prim spat out disgusted.

“I know and I told Peeta, Gale and I weren’t dating. Gale swung at Peeta, Peeta ducked. Gale rushed at Peeta and tackled him. Peeta put Gale in a choke hold. Gale’s friends interfered, then Peeta’s brothers jumped in and before I knew it I was pulling Peeta away from the entire fiasco.”

“So, you helped Peeta and not Gale?”

Katniss looked at the ground. She owed Peeta for saving her life so long ago, they had an unbreakable bond. Her face heated up even more.

“What else aren’t you telling me?” Primrose gave her a don’t-mess-with-me-look that rivaled the one Katniss gave Prim when she didn’t want to do her homework.

“We kissed,” Katniss whispered.

“I am sorry, what did you say?” Primrose eyes blinked twice each time her eyes became widered.

“We kissed, more like I kissed him in the meadow, once.” Katniss scrunched her nose. Prim raised an eyebrow. “Okay twice.” Prim pursed her lips. “Okay we kissed several times.” Katniss confessed she could still feel Peeta’s sweet warm lips on her own. The way his breath fanned her upper lip each time his lips met hers caused her toes to curls. Right now even as she stood there in front of her baby sister she wanted nothing more than to just find Peeta Mellark drag him into the woods and kiss the breath out of him.

“Let me get this straight. Darius dares you to wear a dress.”

“Yes.”

“You chose to wear a dress for the big wrestling tournament. A tournament where the one boy who has been crushing on you since the first time he set eyes on you was participating…”

“Peeta doesn’t…” Katniss tried to interrupt but her sister held a finger in the air shushing her.

“...as I was saying, he was the odds on favor of winning. This same boy became discombobulated when he saw how pretty you looked sitting in the crowds. Gale sees the look gets jealous. Tries to jump Peeta, even after he apologizes. Shenanigans ensue. The school officials try to break it up, and you grab Peeta, run into the meadow and proceed to kiss.”

“Yes.”

“So there was a fight, and you did kiss Peeta.”

“Yes.”

“So what’s the problem?” Prim asked.

“That’s what I’ve been asking her for weeks,” Peeta said from the side of the road.

“Peeta!” Katniss couldn’t help how squeaky her voice sounded.

“Peeta you like my sister?” Prim asked hands on her hips.

“Yeah,” Peeta stated earnestly.

“Good, my sister likes you. A lot.”

“PRIM!”

“What, you mumble in your sleep.” Prim shrugged.

“You dream about me?” Peeta asked rubbing the back of his neck his face was bright pink.

“She does, and she always makes sure to save the beefiest game meat for you and your family. Whenever we go into town she always wants to look at the cakes displayed in the window. She’s gawks at you when she thinks I’m not looking.” Prim grabbed Peeta’s hand and tugged him forward to stand in front of Katniss. “Also she likes kissing you.”

Katniss opened her mouth and shut it, her chest tight. She questioned if it was possible to have a heart attack at the age of sixteen.

“Now kiss,” Prim said turning around.

“You really like me?”

Katniss nodded. She was so nervous she could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest.

“I like you too and I asked my dad if I could court you. He said yes, overroad my mom’s objections. My dad is at your house right now.”

“I don’t want to get married,” Katniss whispered. Courting led to marriage and marriage led to kids.

“We don’t need to get married. I just want to hold your hand when you give me permission. I want to be able to talk to you and listen to what you have to say. I want to know you, and not the persona everyone thinks you’re supposed to be…”

Just like the last time being close to him drove her wild. It was a combination of his scent of warm cinnamon and vanilla, his beguiling blue eyes, and the way his voice made her spine tingled that provoked her to step forward and mash her lips against his. Her arms went around his neck and she moaned when his arms wrapped themselves around her. His kisses were sweeter than the cookies sold at the bakery.

It was Prims giggle that pulled her away from Peeta. She stared up into his eyes and he stared at her as if she were the most beautiful thing he’d ever set eyes on.

“So what are you going to do about school?” Prim asked.

“We face the rumors together,” Peeta said.

Katniss considered what Peeta said then she recalled the hulking six foot baby that was no doubt lurking in the shadows somewhere. “What are we going to do about Gale.”

“Pft,” Prim said. “That’s the easy part. You sick his mom on him and Gale will get in line. Everyone knows he’s afraid of his mom.”

Katniss laughed it was true Gale was afraid of his mom. “Okay let’s go face the music.”

When they arrived at school the rumors nearly exploded and Katniss didn’t care as she walked side by side with Peeta. One week later it didn’t matter because Gale was caught in another triangle one involving Madge and Delly Cartwright. Gale incidentally ended up with a black eye, who knew Madge had a killer right hook.

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lovehugsandcandy · 5 years

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Until Next Time (Colt x MC)

A/N: OMFG. I blame @choicesarehard who, when I complained about having 9 draft stories, answered “I mean, why not make it 10?” (I swear to GOD I am working on requests, I swear!). This is inspired by and dedicated to you and your AMAZING edit of Colt with tats (as seen here). I pray that this is what I see in my dreams tonight.

Pairing: Colt x MC, ROD

Length: 2566 words (this was not supposed to be this long but I am tired)

Rating: N*FW

(worst) Summary (ever): Colt with tattoos is really freaking hot.

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"And then Darius failed that big test before he came to visit so we decided to drive all the way down to Tijuana and try tequila for the first time. And then I failed my big test because I was so hungover." Riya groaned. "Never. Again."

Ellie laughed, taking a sip of her coffee. It was nice to be back in LA, not worrying about schoolwork and tests. Her freshman year had been great but she missed this, being with the people who knew her best and loved her most.

Ellie was just about to ask where Darius was, why he missed their first coffee date, when a flash of leather in her periphery stopped her in her tracks. She stood, chair scraping the floor, and watched the back of the jacket walk down the street. She couldn't be sure but, that figure...

"Ellie?"

"I'll be right back."

She dashed out of the coffee shop, trying to follow, but he was moving fast. It looked like him, from the back; if it wasn't, she would be mortified but she had to try, had to see. Over the year, she had called, a few times, but the phone was always off, maybe disconnected, a life laying low making it hard to keep in touch. She couldn't pass up this chance, if it was him.

She was quick but he was quicker; she watched him, trying to keep up, a block, then two, then a turn down an alley. She followed, almost running, and stopped in her tracks. It was a dead end, no one there. What the? Was she chasing a ghost?

"You following me?"

Ellie jumped and spun at the harsh voice. And stared. It wasn't a ghost after all. It was him, looking as surprised to see her standing in front of him as she was to be there.

"Ellie?"

He looked harder, tougher. He had always had an edge, an aura of danger seemingly designed to both scare and tempt her. It almost seemed like the he wanted the scare part to win out, muscles coiled and ready to strike, gaze hard, stance harder.

"Hi, Colt."

His eyes widened and he glanced around. "This isn't safe. You shouldn't be here."

"What?" She took a step closer. "What are you talking about?"

He looked at her and she could see his gaze wander, greedy, down her face, body, back up. He looked behind him again. "I'm meeting someone. I gotta go."

"Please." She was embarrassed at how her voice cracked. "Please, just...."

He took a deep breath, one more furtive look around, and stepped closer, hand out. "Gimme your phone."

She nodded, trembling fingers sliding it from her pocket and into his waiting palm. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of them, the black lines flowing into the sleeves of his jacket. He had them on both hands, dark designs trailing up his wrists, tattoos dipping out of sight under leather. Those were new.

"Meet me here. 9pm."

She could only nod, breathless, fingers brushing his as she took her phone back. He shifted slightly, moving closer, hand twitching as if to touch her. She ached, remembering the feel of his hands on her body. Instead of crossing the last few inches, he shoved his hands in his pockets and turned out of the alley without a backwards glance.

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She didn't know what she expected when she got there but a cute townhouse three miles from Gramercy Park definitely wasn't it.

Well, the exterior was cute. The inside was almost empty.

Colt shrugged as she took in the surroundings. "I need to move tomorrow."

"Apparently." She looked around at the open suitcase, a few boxes stacked up, mattress on the floor of the living room. The rest of the place looked deserted, as if no one had ever lived here. She was suddenly struck by the lack of personal effects; other than the motorcycle helmet, the room was devoid of anything that would even suggest it was Colt that lived here. It could be anyone, no trinkets, no pictures, nothing. Her heart hurt, thinking about the contrast to her dorm room.

"I still need to lay low." He slid his shoes off, sitting at the head of the bed, watching her. "It's easier to do that if you don't stand still."

She nodded, turning to perch next to him. He still had the jacket on, the mystery lines teasing her, temptingly winding their way up his wrists. She couldn’t tell what they were.

“How is school? Are you tearing up Langston?”

“Top of my class.” She couldn’t keep the pride out of her voice. She studied hard, just like high school; she was proud of what she could do when she put her mind to it.

“Told you that you would be great.”

Ellie couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Did you get tattoos?”

“Uhhh.....” He ducked his head. “Yeah.”

“Can I see?” She leaned forward, eyes on him. He didn’t seem like a huge fan of tattoos based on his reaction to her own ink, but apparently she was wrong.

He shrugged off his jacket and Ellie gasped. Arms bare, she could see that he had sleeves now, both arms, sharp against his skin. Eyes wide, she stared, unable to figure out where to look first. She didn’t know what she expected but it wasn’t this. Finally, she moved closer, peering at the familiar lines closest to her.

"It's like your dad's." She traced the semicircles on his left arm with careful fingers, looking at the way the dark ink covered his skin, a contrast to the olive tone underneath. He was watching her, wary.

"Yeah, it's for him."

She traced a few more, trailing her fingers over the inside of his arm, watching the goosebumps left in her wake before moving to the other side. "So what is this for?" She gently touched the snake on his right arm, curving around his bicep, down his forearm. She peeked down the collar of his shirt, close enough to feel his exhale of breath; the snake’s teeth were bared, large and imposing on his chest. It looked like it was trying to devour his heart.

He smirked at her, heat in his eyes. "That's for me."

"A snake?"

"A serpent." He reached out to brush her hair out of her face and then trailed his thumb over her lower lip. "Maybe it's like in the Good Book and I'm the serpent that tempts virtuous girls to follow me to the dark side."

His eyes fluttered shut as her tongue darted out, tracing his thumb, pulling it into her mouth with a gentle purse of the lips, suction and teeth making him groan. "I would follow you anywhere."

His eyes were blown wide when she let go of his finger. She gripped the hem of his shirt. “I want to see the whole thing.”

“Wait-”

He reached for her but it was too late. Ellie froze. The room was silent except for an exhale from her lips. "Colt?"

He stared, eyes guarded, expression wiped clean, just watching her face, waiting. If she didn’t know him so well, if she hadn’t spent weeks learning him like the back of her own hand, she would think he were emotionless; but, looking closely, she could see the clench of his jaw, the tightening of his eyes. He was nervous, awaiting her reaction.

And fuck, she couldn’t react. She couldn't get the words to come, couldn't breathe. She looked down again at the tattoo on his hip and swallowed, hard. The feather was slightly bigger, curving around his hip, but, as far as she could tell, from what dipped above the waistband, it matched hers. Exactly.

Finally he spoke, a whisper. "And that's for you."

She could only stare at him, barely able to breathe, heart breaking piece-by-piece for him, thinking about him documenting the memories of those he had loved and lost all over his body.

Eyes still locked on him, she unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down slowly, carefully to reveal the entire tattoo, hidden away like a secret. He tugged his shirt off, over his head, thrown to the floor, as she pulled his pants clean off.

Before she could second guess it, she knelt to examine the lines of the feather, tracing the tufts with her finger as Colt’s stomach twitched. She spared a look away, into his eyes, and then bent her head, tongue following the path her fingers had taken.

"Fuck."

It sounded like the word was punched out of him as she carefully followed the ink, tasting his skin as his fingers writhed and scratched the sheets underneath them. She wanted to map out every single line, every single point of the matching tattoo, a tattoo for her, even though he couldn’t be certain that she would ever see it. She ended her exploration with a bite, teeth lightly clamping at the end of the quill, as Colt swore above her.

Then, her mouth continued down, light kisses and teasing licks, until she got to her destination. This was one thing they hadn’t done, amazingly, in a list of various legal and illegal things that had conquered together, but Ellie was desperate, desperate to take from him until he had no more to give.

“Ellie-”

She slowly slid her mouth down his length as far as she could go, hands covering what couldn’t fit in her mouth. He swore again, louder this time, and Ellie silently thanked Riya for the all of the conversations she had sworn she wanted to unhear.

It was awkward and new and she had to be careful not to take him too deep or she would choke, but it was all worth it, to hear her name spilling from his lips, feel his hips trembling underneath her. She finally got into a good rhythm that seemed to be working for them both, tight suction and a flick of her tongue that made his hands fist the sheets. But right when she her jaw got tired, right when his thighs started to shake, he stopped her, reaching down to grab at her shoulder, clumsy fingers grasping at her.

“Fuck, Ellie, get up here.”

She let him pull her, up his body, until she was looking into his eyes. A brief look, an even briefer kiss, and then he was ripping her clothes from her, shirt flying to the ground, hands sliding down her legs to yank her pants off of her and then those hands were on her hips, spinning her so she was looking up at him.

Their eyes met again, longer this time, and Ellie watched as Colt slid down her body, lips trailing over her skin, phantom touches that made her squirm and moan. When he finally reached her clit, she was shaking, head thrown back, gasping for air. She was already wet, fuck, she could feel how needy she was, and his lips and tongue massaging her were definitely fueling the fire. He slid two fingers inside her; she was so slick that they filled her easily but, damn, it had been a while. She could feel the stretch as he moved, clever fingers stretching her out. Fuck, He still remembered that spot, how to touch her, how to move to make her forget everything but his name.

Once she came, fingers laced with his and squeezing so hard her knuckles paled, she reached for him, desperate, hands covering the ink on his forearms and pulling until he rose and slid between her legs. It only took a breathless “Please?” and, suddenly, he was inside her, deeper and deeper until their hips met and she had to shut her eyes.

She could feel him move inside her, slow and steady, the grind making her nerves sing. It had been a year since she had last felt these shivers down her spine; she hadn’t realized how badly she missed it until all she could do was chant his name and watch the devotion in his eyes as he moved over her. His hands were clutching her hips; she hoped there would be bruises, ten lines of color that she could look at and press later to remind herself that this was real.

He sped up, hips swiveling just so, and snaked a hand down to run circles around her clit. It was too much, too intense. All she could do was cling to him, nails scratching his back, digging in, hard; she realized, too late, that she was drawing blood. “Crap, sorry.”

“No.” He pushed inside her again, deeper, the angle pulling a moan from her. “I want your marks all over me, everywhere.”

She couldn’t help but look at his arms, the marks he already had inscribed on his body, eyes running down the tattoos and ending at the perfect replica on his hip. She touched him, there, stroking her thumb over the ink that tied them together. Watching her fingers run over it, it only took one more thrust and Ellie’s mouth widened in surprise as she was pulled over the edge, Colt following, blanketing her, a low moan in her ear.

She watched him as she caught her breath, hands tracing the ink on his arms, wondering idly what he thought when he looked in the mirror and was faced with the reminders of all that had been taken. If it were her, she didn’t know if she could bear it. But Colt? She bet it drove him, fueled the flames that moved him forward, made him stronger, more relentless. Her heart ached, again, for the boy who had lost so much that it was literally written on his body, visible to all, but understood by only those who knew where to look.

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She would have thought the second time would be less intense but she wasn't prepared for the fire that had been lit. She knew she would leave covered in marks, all over, love bites and hickies where he had marked her as his. Every thrust, every move, had Colt burrowing deeper inside her, as if he was trying to reach places within her no one would ever touch, carve a space for him that no one would ever fill.

The third time, with the sun starting to peek over the horizon, signaling an end to this night, this reunion, the third time was desperate, sad. She thought it was sweat at first, the hot splashes on her back; when Colt turned her head to kiss her, she saw his eyes were as damp as hers and she finally let the tears she was holding back fall.

She didn't think her heart could break any more, not when calloused fingers wiped the wet tracks from her cheeks and helped her into her clothes, not when Colt shrugged on his shirt, covering the tattoo, the permanent mark of her on his skin. Not when he kissed her at the door, mapping her mouth, her face, every piece of her to remember for later.

"Colt-"

He shook his head, shushing her. "Don't. This isn’t goodbye. There'll be a next time. And next time, I'll find you."

She smiled though the tears on her cheeks, crying all the way home. He might have her tattoo on his body, but he left an eternal mark on her heart and she could only trust that these bonds would see them through, until next time.

#n*fw #lemon #30 diamond scene #colt kaneko #colt x mc #colt rod #choices rod #playchoices fanfic #amy writes

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sponfawn · 5 years

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MTH - Him (Part 1)

This has been rolling around in my brain for a bit now. And since I am officially out of ideas for posts.... I think it's Time.

Him. Aside from Mojo Jojo, one of the most iconic villains in the Powerpuff Girls franchise as a whole, and certainly the most powerful. The reason the Boys were able to survive at all. And a heavy, yet relatively rare presence in TEF.

Despite being such an influential character even within the fic itself, Sbj handles Him with a very light, almost less-is-more touch that keeps Him true to form, yet unknowable. Fans of the original 1998 PPGs will recall that Him's only consistent motivation is his hatred of the Girls and his desire to mess with people's minds. A certain episode, Him's big plot is to give the Girls candy for their birthday so that they'd get cavities. Yet in another, the Girls travel through time and Him has taken over, the town is seriously dilapidated, and the people of Townsville are severely traumatized, minds and personalities twisted in disturbing ways. In MTH, Him seems to be somewhere in between these extremes, likely on the darker end of the spectrum but how far, only Sbj knows.

So what do we know? We know from (this post - linked in reblog) that Him was/is not a great coparent. We know that He probly has given Brick lectures on corporate Evil, and that He wanted the Boys to follow in Mojo and His footsteps. We know that Him had gotten the Boys caught in vortexes before (Butch says that Brick was never good with vortexes), that He was likely abusive. We know the Boys broke free when they were around 12. We know that Him disappeared for roughly 5 years. To the extent that until his first appearance, even Brick with his special connection couldn't sense Him. We know that so far, Him has only appeared three times, quite briefly, and only to Brick. We know that He claims the Vortex was left there absentmindedly, years ago, out of boredom. We know He loves His games and riddles. There are lots of things we don't know. Why did he go under the radar for so long? Was the Vortex actually unintentional? Is he really just chilling and occasionally sending something out to mess with Brick in particular, or does he have a big picture plan that we don't have all the pieces to yet?

I have several theories. First, I think the Boys breaking free of His grasp was a blow. I think Him took some time to nurse His wounds and a budding plan to screw them (especially Brick, the one who solved His "riddle") over. He waited and watched, knowing that someday He'd get His chance. I do wonder about Him's influence outside of Townsville. After the Boys left, Brick, with his newfound control over his life, began lucid dreaming. Him doesn't bother the Boys until they return to Townsville. Not even a peep. Then back in Townsville, Brick never involuntarily dreams again until his subconscious wins over his conscious mind, due to his feelings for Blossom. Aside from it being a symbol of Brick’s feelings of secretly wanting to give up control, I think the dream may also be a symbol of Him's plan slowly moving forward, setting up the trap to ensnare the Boys at least, if not the Girls as well. If Brick’s lucid dreaming symbolizes his freedom from Him, a non-lucid dream might symbolize Him’s encroaching influence. I think as twisted as Him is, He actually loved His Boys in a way. But you can't take from the Devil and expect to get away with it for good. Especially when one of you owes Him a debt. After all, in playwriting there's a saying that if you put a shotgun in Act 1, it has to go off in Act 3. And Boomer's musical talent is quite a fucking shotgun.

I know one “shotgun” and a revenge motive isn't definitive evidence for a plan existing, but there's more. Oh, is there more.

Him only appears to Brick. He only talks to Brick. Obviously that's in part cuz Brick is so easy and fun to mess with. But it also feels in some ways like misdirection. Let's say, misdirection with multiple purposes. Brick is the most likely to put pieces together, to be suspicious, to see the big picture - unless he's distracted with trivial, irritating visits from dear old Dad. Something I noticed awhile ago was that after each incident with Him (or one of Him's toys like the Vortex and his black blob), one of our colorful ships got closer. As a direct result of the first incident, Bubbles resolved her conflicted feelings for Boomer, and they got together. They went from flirty-but-just-friends to dating, within maybe an hour. It also messed enough with Brick, having to try to explain the blob's motives without admitting he had conflicted emotions, to be amusing. During the second incident, which had the primary effect of fucking with all the Boys' minds, especially Brick's, Buttercup began to come to terms more with how important Butch is to her. Literally, immediately after Buttercup starts dissociating and going hysterical, it cuts to Butch opening his eyes in the lab, Buttercup right at his side. They jump from platonic rough housing and gripping each other's arms for pain-tolerance after a brutal sparring match, to cuddling and holding hands while falling asleep next to each other.

Now this could just be a matter of using these events to develop characters, like a suspension bridge effect, but I honestly don't think Sbj wrote anything plot-wise that doesn't have a reason. Obviously, advancing the plot and developing characters is a reason, but when the supercomputer jet Brick designed attacked them, Darius was behind the scenes wanting to fuck with Brick. That incident really didn't bring anyone dramatically closer. When the Robo Jojo's attacked and shot antidote x, Mojo was obviously behind it to try to destroy the Girls. If anything, the immediate effect was that it drove the Reds apart, and Butch couldn't joke around Buttercup for awhile after that. The school shooters didn't bring anyone significantly closer. It made Blossom realize that Brick could be heroic, but the immediate effect wasn't profound. She was still with Chris, and he was still pissy about it. Yet both events involving Him ended with huge shifts in relationships.

While I don't necessarily think that Him could predict precisely what would've happened, I do find it suspicious that whenever He fucks shit up, it triggers enormous, sudden steps in relationship developments. Its a big reminder that Him knew exactly why the Girls and Boys were feeling conflicted when he sent the mist-blob. He knew Brick, Blossom, and Bubbles were all having mixed feelings of attraction and inhibition. (I'd mention Greens but they're both so dysfunctional with emotion recognition and expression that they're probly always conflicted in some way, even if only subconsciously, and at that point it wasn't even a matter of denial of attraction but of recognizing it). With the vortex, He knew about the dreams the Boys were having, knew about their subconscious fears and desires, knew how a vortex might twist them even if not in detail.

The only time He appears where His shenanigans aren't fucking with everyone, is at the Homecoming Game and at the hospital after the Vortex incident. Both times involve Brick. At Homecoming, Him visits Brick and morphs into Blossom to taunt him about his dream and his feelings, make his mind deal with the incongruency of the image and touch of Blossom, mixed with the logical understanding that it wasn't Blossom at all. Tempting, yet repulsing him. Stirring up awareness that he really fucking likes her. It could've been just to fuck with him, tease him a bit. But I can't help but notice that it's the VERY NEXT NIGHT that the Vortex incident happens. And while I'm inclined to believe that Him put the Vortex there years ago, I wonder if Him is subject to time the way other beings are. The way He said, "How was I supposed to anticipate youd fall in?", just seems very suspicious, and not technically a lie since it was posed as a question, albeit implicitly rhetorical. He was actually pissed about the monster horde, which was what caused the building and asphalt around it to cave in, exposing the Vortex. So maybe the Vortex wasnt part of His plan. But it's also unclear how large the vortex was. Was it just the size of the parking garage, or was it lying beneath the entirety of Townsville, waiting to be unearthed by the Girls and/or Boys?

Regarding his anger over the monster horde rampage, we see that it's at least in part due to Brick assuming such an "uncreative" plot was His. But I think He is angry at Mrs Morbucks herself. I feel like he's one of those people like "only I can fuck with my kids and put them in serious danger, no one else". And the way he refers to Mrs Morbucks as "your rich older woman", has the disdain that a parent might have for their kid's unsavory friend. Like a sarcastic "why don't you ask your 'hip' stoner friend?" We know that Mrs Morbucks does evil in the style of subtle, back door schemes in the shadows of the world, and that Brick aspires to that kind of evil. He rejected Him and Mojo's flashy theatrics and their fixation on the PPGs, in favor of working with JS for an impressive salary. Him doesn't approve of any of that, He wanted the Boys to follow in His footsteps. So now He's like a dad scolding him saying, "this is why we don't run with scissors" except it's, "this is why we don't get involved with those secretive corporate types". But I think He might also be mad cuz He had a plan up His sleeve, and Mrs Morbucks' stunt fucked it all up. I mean He visited Brick the Day Before that whole situation, and I can't think that it was just to tease him over Blossom.

(To be continued with the actual master plan theory, now that I've presented all this extraneous evidence for there being a master plan at all)

#sbj more than human #chillin with the villains series #him #part 1 #another very long one

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thornstocutyouwith · 5 years

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Over the next few years things were more or less the same. Though Sage had learned to control herself a lot better. Darius had been a pretty good parent overall to Sage. Even if the girl didn't realize it at that moment. Asher couldn't really help her with her powers as Sage had seemed to be very good at understanding her Cheshire abilities so he never had to spend too much time helping her control them. Now that Sage had been fourteen years old she was properly becoming an adult. Still being kept busy with after school practices and the like to help keep her busy with something to do once she was no longer in school. Asher, this day, was listening to Darius as the other was talking about Sage becoming queen again. Asher gave a grin " Yeah, but that's a while off from now. She's only just a girl, Darius. Besides. I've told you. She can't becoming ruler unless I die." Asher really didn't enjoy having to remind Darius that that was the end result of Sage's becoming a queen. He had hoped he was going to have a kid when he was much older. But that wasn't exactly how life had gone. So if that meant Sage had to wait a little longer, then Sage had to wait a little longer to be the next Queen of Diamonds " Especially since we stop ageing and don't die of old age, Darius." Asher laughs then "--I would need to be murdered, you do know that, right?"

He tossed his head a little " Or disappear...- Ah, Well. Anyway. Sage will be married and perhaps starting her own family before she's able to wear the crown herself. If I were to step down." Which he guessed was also just as likely as anything else. Seeing as he wasn't a suitable king in the first place, with all his health problems. Asher was of course, extremely happy that the people weren't so annoyed with him that they were currently trying to kill him. And that he hadn't had to deal with attempts on his life the last handful or so of years " So, Darius. I was thinking we play some game of Clue, hm? Like old times. Tonight. Since Sage has a little date night tonight?" Asher laughed a bit at how cute it had sounded when Sage said she was going to go to a movie with a boy from school. Asher had never gotten to do that sort of thing, mostly because he was usually too sick to even go to school. And his mother wasn't very keen on such nonsense. Especially since Darius had kept breaking into the castle to be friends with Asher when they were both teenagers.

Asher let out a breath as he was listening to Darius, casting his eyes around the room. While the other male continued to talk Asher lift his left hand up and started adjusting his mechanical one, pulling it off for a moment before reattaching it " Ah! Yes. That reminds me, were you not watching some silly movie and crying over it when you were with Sage?" Asher brought up, giving a cute little grin toward the other male before he stood " Oh come on now, Clue is fun. Must you always fight me on these things. Once you start playing you'll not have to think about how boring you find it. You just have to start." Asher poked Darius in the side then, giving a soft giggle then as he teased the other before turning and starting to walk away " All you got to do is start doing the thing and then you'll not notice how much you didn't want to." That was considering if the other even enjoyed it. Which, Asher couldn't see why they wouldn't, they would be spending an enjoyable evening with him, wouldn't they? Asher had paused though, a concerned look crossing over his face as he was staring back toward Darius. Before he looked away and muttered " Unless you don't want to try."

Once in his bedroom and the board game set out with several maids delivering snacks and drinks Asher sat back on the couch, lifting up a remote " I had them schedule a bunch of stuff for nostalgia, for tonight, on the ...tv thing." Asher tilt his head a little. Still not used to the idea of tv's entirely. He then smiled toward Darius "You did watch these when you were a teenager, right? You weren't homeless. I though Miso made sure everyone had at the very least, a home." Though he couldn't remember seeing a tv in Darius' home. Turning his head away he tried to think back to when he had even had the time to go to Darius' house in the last few years. Reaching over then he grabbed a few grapes up before tossing them into his mouth and moving to grab the blue piece " I'm going to be a Peacock." He declared before placing his piece on the board as.

The hours that followed seemed to pass by quickly, at least to Asher. As he was just enjoying the evening, drinking, and talking, and just being with Darius. After winning another game of Clue he smirked before tipping his piece over " Alright, that's three to two, you weren't half bad this time, dearie." Asher teased before leaning into to kiss Darius for a good long moment. Pulling away he sat back and looked toward the tv as Darius said something about feeling tired " Yeah, me too. You can head to bed. I am going to go see how Sage is doing. She should have been back several hours ago. It's nearly four in the morning." Asher glances toward a clock as he confirmed the time.

Leaving Darius to clean stuff up and then head to bed. Asher opened the door to Sage's room a few minutes later. Looking at her bed he frowned as he noticed something was definitely off with this. He couldn't smell Sage's scent, recently being in the room. Sniffing he lift head up as he inhaled every scent in the room. Look around he noticed there weren't even any guardsmen around either. Turning he grabbed the blanket off the bed, pulling it down to the foot of the bed before letting out a breath " Of course... Clearly she can't be trusted to keep track of time. Though the guards I sent to supervise should have had her home long before now." Narrowing his eyes he then turns and exits the room. Quickly making his way to the nearest guardsmen he could find. He was soon told that the other guards had lost track of Sage, and hadn't been able to find her. At least until about fifteen minutes before that moment. Asher glared " What do you mean you lost track of her, how hard is it to keep an eye one a fourteen year old at the movies?" Asher quickly walked away from the guardsmen then, just as Sage was arriving back.

He walked up to her as she entered the door " Oh! There you are! I thought we finally got rid of you? -What the hell were you thinking?!" Asher hissed before Sage told him she didn't want to hear it, out in front of everyone. " Fine. In private then." Asher brought a hand behind her back and ushered her toward the library, closing the door and locking it behind them as they were both inside. Asher paced for a minute as Sage gave her excuses " Not that it's likely to happen. But what if someone had taken you? What would you have done? You can't just do that, those men are their to protect you. I don't care how strong you believe you are. Doing that kind of thing is reckless!" He paused then as Sage was starting to shout at him about how she didn't like being treated like some pet. Though Asher wasn't really listening as he caught a whiff of something on her breath. He narrowed his eyes " Oh... Have you been drinking?" Asher asked before Sage shot back at him that he had been drinking, so why couldn't she " Because you're fourteen!" Asher pointed out.

Sage glares at Asher before shoving him back " I'm an adult. I can take care of myself! You're just wanting to get in my way!" She shouted at Asher who rolled his eyes " Don't do that. You keep treating me like I don't know what I am capable of. You're even worse than I am. The kingdom has been waiting for you to just die. So a real ruler can finally take your place." Then Asher said something that had seem to just be the final straw for Sage, she let out a screech suddenly before making a crushing motion with her fist toward Asher. Which may have seemed silly except the noise that followed as Asher's chest slightly cracked under some pressure. Sage stepped toward Asher as he lifted up his hand to his chest " I wanted to thank you, dad, for having Darius teach me how to control my powers. This is much better than just throwing you across the room. Much more quiet." The teenager seemed to have mentally just slipped into complete psychopathy. Asher coughed trying to say something but Sage had already been on top of things, bringing her other hand up she slowly closed her hand into a fist.

Asher could feel his ribs crushing under the invisible weight that had suddenly entered his chest, making him cough and unable to speak as his lungs were quickly becoming unable to hold air. Wheezing, Asher turned away from Sage " Sage...S-stop-- You need to calm down." Asher spoke even though his head was starting to feel like it was being crushed. Lifting a hand to his head he felt his eyes tearing up. Only the liquid that had been dribbling down his face wasn't tears, nothing like them. But instead blood. Then everything had gone completely sideways before going to completely black.

Sage dropped her arms at her sides after Asher dropped to the ground. She lift her head up, dark brown eyes staring down at her father's now convulsing body " Serves you right. You were always getting in my way. I'm tired of being treated like a child." She spit at Asher then before turning and walking out of the room, locking it behind her. When the guard asked her about Asher she gave a shrug " Nothing. I suggest you forget about him being in there and get back to your posts." The guardsman's eyes clouded over then and they all gave her a nod and returned back to their posts. Sage grinned before moving down the hallway. Eventually she came across Asher's room and walked into it. Seeing Darius sleeping away. The smile on Sages face disappearing as she approached the other. Darius had never seemed to be easy for her to control with a suggestion. The other seemed absolutely immune to her natural born gift. She glares at him, standing silently at Darius' bedside as she had watched the other sleeping away. Leaning over then she lift her hand over Darius' head and made a crushing motion. Though when nothing happened he huffed.

After a few more moments, she looked around for something sharp. Only seeing nothing immediate to use in order to stab Darius. Though by that time her rage had seemed to completely fade, her murderous rage soon being gone especially when Darius suddenly woke up and asked what she had been doing " Oh! Nothing, Darius. I was just here to give you a kiss goodnight. Daddy says he will be in after his snack." Sage leaned in toward Darius then, giving the other a kiss to the forehead. She then turned and walked away " The movie was very good. I especially like the part where the killer revealed they had telekinesis and she made the other teens brains explode." Sage then left the room and went to her own.

The next morning Sage was walking down to enjoy her breakfast when she was suddenly grabbed by a maid who rushed her toward toward the dining room. Sage had watched as other staff members were moving quickly as if getting ready for an attack "What's going on, why's everyone in such a rush?" The maid forced a smile at Sage before setting her down at the table and telling her not to worry. After a moment a nice warm breakfast was placed in front of her and Sage had begun to eat. After a few moments she realized something was off " Where is my father, and Darius? They should have been awake by now." Sage asked looking toward the maid who gave a nervous laugh and agreed with her. Then looked over her shoulder before telling Sage that Darius was busy and Asher was with him. Sage narrowed her eyes a little then " Too busy for breakfast?" Sage asked, giving off just enough suspicion to seem not so suspicious herself. Because she knew that the servants were only acting this way and not telling her the truth of what was going on, because royalty suddenly dying in the night made things very chaotic the next day. And she, still being treated like a child who didn't know what she was doing, was of course being shielded from the 'tragic news'.

Sage rolled her eyes as the maid went on trying to make up more cover stories " I don't feel like going to school today." Sage then said and the maid gave a nod, telling her she wouldn't have to go to school. Sage grinned " Oh? Won't my dad be angry about that." Sage muttered before taking a bite out of some sausage on her plate. The rest of the day had gone on without a hitch. It wasn't until about six that evening that Darius came toward her in the most aggressive way she had ever seen him, shouting about what she did. That it 'had' to have been her. Because she was the only one that could have done 'it'. Sage gave him a mock confused look " Do what, Darius?" She asked before watching the man be forcibly removed as he was about to be put in prison for suspicion of something. It was about thirty minutes later that Sage had been told Asher had died during the night and that Darius, a known user of telekinesis outside of Sage herself, had been arrested for the crime. One of their biggest reasons for it, outside of the damage Asher had been given the night before, the maid telling Sage what happened, had said. Was that Darius had also been caught talking to Asher about Sage one day being the Queen of Diamonds.

Her mouth falling agape she looked around " NO!? Darius killed him?! He couldn't have! Darius' loves my father! You're wrong! He's not dead." And just like a natural born actor she started shouting in denial about what she was being told " He can't be dead! He's not! Where is he! I want to see him!" Sage screamed, tears forming in her eyes. The maid moved in to hug her and comfort Sage as she pretended to actually have any feeling about what was going on. It wasn't until eight when Sage was allowed to confirm that her father was indeed dead. Sage walked over toward the body as it was laying on a stone slab, outwardly he looked perfectly fine. Still young and seemingly only sleeping. Sage sniffled before moving to lay over him " I'm sorry I yelled at you. If I had known someone...would do this to you I--" She cut herself off to cry against Asher's arm. After sometime Sage pulled away, asking the servants around her what was going to happen next. They told her that she would be made queen, and that Asher would be made into a Diamond. Sage gave an understanding nod at this before pushing herself away "I am exhausted and wish to sleep, now."

Over the next week Sage had been made the Queen of Diamonds, at only fourteen years of age. Quickly all of Asher's duties to the kingdom had fallen onto her. She had taken it a lot better than Asher had. Eager to deal with her people. Only she was able to control them far better than Asher had ever. Mostly because all she needed to do was suggest to her people however she wished them to act. With that, the kingdom was starting the building blocks to the almost corporate and complete compliance to Sage's every want. Though for the time being she had to make a decision on Darius' fate. On that day Asher's diamond had finally been finished as well. Sage looked over toward Darius as the other was sat in chains by himself, his fate in the balance. Though at that moment Sage had been handed Asher's Diamond. Standing she lift it up, showing it off to the people. It had a slightly purple tint in it. Sage frowned " My father, who was murdered, will join my mother, and the rest of our family." Sage smirked before looking at Darius and holding the Diamond out to the other " But for now, let him be here as we decided the fate of the man accused of murdering him in cold blood."

Sage turned and walked over to Darius then, her brown eyes, like his, staring into the males. She offered a smile to him before holding out the Diamond, only to pull it away from his touch " In the dead of night. He came in to the library, and used his terrible, powerful abilities. TO crush my fathers heart and mind. And then left him to suffer for hours, in pain." She frowned " Or so that is what he is being accused of." Sage shook her head then and turned to face the crowd " I do not believe these accusations. Darius loved my father, and it's time you all accept this. They have been friends since they were teenage boys. And, I believe Asher loved Darius more than he had ever loved my mother." As Darius was trying to talk she shushed him " -Before I have you gagged. Just because my father was lieutenant with you, doesn't mean I will be." Sage warned then went on " Darius was there for him after my mother tragically passed when I was born. And in turn had been there for me. I owe Darius the chance to walk free, and believe his claim of innocence. SO long as he remains working for me in this castle for the rest of his days. He is that last piece of my father I have left. And I do consider him a good friend."

The teenager then walked away from Darius and back toward the throne " Matter of fact. He will go free, and remain working here as my advisor, under the eye of my guardsmen, of course. Just in case he did in fact conspire to kill my grandparents. And murder my father. And, as been suggested for many years now, perhaps even poisoned my mother." Sage looked back toward Darius before taking her seat, casually leaning to one side as she brought Asher's diamond out with her left hand, casually laying her arm over the arm rest of the throne " That is my verdict. Darius is to be unchained now and we will speak no more of any guilt he may have to any of those deaths, from this day forward, in my presence. I have made myself clear." Carelessly then she tossed Asher's diamond into the air and clumsily caught it in her hand. With a wave of her right hand then she signaled to the people to carry on and dealt it the rest of the days work. Mostly she played with the diamond as if it were some simple rock, not really bothering to show any concern for it. Even dropping it a few time as she had been twirling it in her hand.

After another few hours Sage stood up the jobs for the day finally over she made her way to the exit. Only to stop as Darius came toward her. He was of course barred from getting too close to her by several guards. While he was talking to her Sage cut him off saying " I expect you to be here prim and proper tomorrow, we'll have some tea and discuss work, nothing more. Now, go get a good nights sleep." Sage had ordered before ignoring Darius and walking out of the room as the other was again talking to her. She paid no mind and shut the door in his face. Sage made her way down the hallway then, heading for the tower that lead to the secret garden on top of it. Once there she stepped through the doors. Lifting the diamond up to her face " Father, I'm here, on the secret garden where you left my mother. But you know what.." She grinned and pulled the Diamond away to the side of her face " She deserves to be up here more than you." Winding up then she threw the Diamond as hard as she could, throwing it passed the tower garden and into the castle woods where it landed in a puddle of mud that coated it in a layer of dirt.

Over the next twenty years that's where the diamond had stayed, sinking into the dirt and embedding itself their, the light that the diamonds usually would give off from the top of the tower hidden from being seeing from Asher's Diamond due to the layers of dirt that had covered it. That was until one day Rheas, the Flower Sage had given to her guardsmen, was digging around in the woods one day. She was walking through it, when she stepped on it and cut her foot. She winced a bit before leaning down to tend to the cut. After successfully getting it to stop bleeding she looked around for what had caused it and seen a pointy rock. Digging at it for a few minutes she plucked the dirt covered diamond out of the hole and lift it up. Rheas grinned before rubbing it against her white dress. She had then heard a guard yelling at her to not be over there. Rheas rushed out of the woods carrying the rock with her. She was then stopped by the guard and asked about the rock. The guard then rolled his eyes before telling her to go meet with Darius as Sage was going to talk with them both.

Rheas stepped up to Darius as the other was towering over something. For someone who was relatively small, Rheas much more petite form made him seem more gigantic Rheas smiled at the other, before giving him a poke to the side to let him know she was there. Even though the other male seemed like he would rather be anywhere else and left alone most of the time. Rheas then looked around being silent for a couple of moments. Her fingers nervously moving over the dirty rock in her hand as she held it up over her chest. Darius finally said something, and it was about the rock. Pulling away from the other a bit Rheas looked then to the rock. Sage had come in then and told her to be quiet as she had more important things to talk about than some filthy rock. She then told the two to take a seat. Glaring at Darius' wrist a moment, the bracelet that Asher had given the other man many years early still there and still annoying Sage to no end. She shook her head then and looked to Darius before pointing to Rheas, informing Darius that the guardsmen didn't want Rheas staying in their bunks when she wasn't attending to them.

" So she's going to live with you, the guards will go pick her up when ever they would like to use her. But while she's not doing anything. I would like for you to teach her how to live on her own. Those flower folk aren't really that bright. I mean, look at her, she looks like she's got nothing in her head but air. Most flowers are usually just beautiful and that's it." Sage made a face at this " So if you could kindly keep my pretty flower watered, Darius." Sage gave a slight smirk as she said that " I'm sure you'll enjoy your new house guest. That wasn't a request. Remember, I could have you executed at any moment I so choose. Do not forget that." Sage looked toward Rheas then " and teach her how to have sex better, if you could. Laying there and taking it gets boring after a while." Sage stood then and walked away from the two then. Rheas gave a frown then looked down at the rock before muttering to herself about how she knew she wasn't any good at the job Sage had given her. She was actually talking to the rock then.

Rheas looked at Darius as he didn't seem to happy and just got up and left her sitting there. Rheas mumbled quietly so not to get Darius' attention as he had seemed pretty angry at that moment, walking off and absolutely fuming. Rheas had stayed for several hours, mostly talking to the rock she had found about the things she could remember. Which wasn't too much, actually. Rheas sighed before reaching out to pet the rock. Even though she couldn’t talk to the rock, she felt a strong bond forming with it. Like it had been her only friend in the entire world. The people of the Diamond kingdom she had met so far, those being in the castle, hadn’t really treated her like a real life living thing. By the time it was night out Rheas was asleep next to the rock on the table. Still sat in the chair she had been sitting in before, when Darius had originally left her. As he then ordered her to wake and follow him, Rheas grabbed up the rock and started off behind him.

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HOLY SHIT IS THAT [ DARREN CRISS ]?! Oh, wait it’s just [ BLAINE ANDERSON ]. Damn, [ HE ] looks good for [ 18 ], good thing that they’re [ GAY ], I might have a chance. I hear that they call them the [ PRETENDER/HOPELESS ROMANTIC ] of the [ SOUTHSIDE/NORTHSIDE ]. I guess that’s because they’re [ BRAVE ] and [ KIND-HEARTED ]. But I don’t think a lot of people know that they’re also [ INSECURE ] and [ DISHONEST ]. Can’t wait to see what kind of trouble [ M/25+/PST ] will bring.

01. BASICS

Full Name: Blaine Devon Anderson

Nickname: b, bee, bumblee, banderson, b-man, shrimp, hobbit

Sex/Gender: Cismale

Birthday: February 14th

Age: 18

Astrological Sign: Pisces

Occupation: Part-Time music teaching assistant (basically just plays the piano and organizes the sheet music for Riverdale’s choir/band)

Spoken Languages: English, High School Spanish, self-taught conversational Tagalong

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual

Romantic Orientation: Panromantic

Birthplace: Southside Riverdale

Relationship status: Single

02. PHYSICAL TRAITS

Hair Color/Style: Dark brown, well gelled down to tame unruly curls.

Eye Color: Hazel

Face Claim: Darren Criss

Height: 5′6

Weight: 152lbs

Tattoos: None

Piercings: A secret serpent tattoo that matches his Dare’s, he got long before transferring to Riverdale high and long before he expected to assimilate into the Northside. It’s always covered.

Unique Attributes: back dimples,

Defining Gestures/Movements: Very expressive face, enthusiastic hands. prone to jumping on tables/furniture when excited.

Posture: Generally very proper and upright as though he’s afraid one slouch might give away the fact that he doesn’t belong.

03. PERSONALITY TRAITS

Pet Peeves: Ignorance and people who are rude or cruel just for the sake of being edgy. Having to go to the Southside for any reason.

Hobbies/Interests: Music, acting, cooking and watching movies.

Special Skills/Abilities: taught by Darius to play various instruments, including violin, guitar, and piano. Singing and dancing, though his moves are often outdated.

Likes: Classic music and movies. Football, singing, cooking, a good cup of coffee, pasta, the scent of rain, autumn, the leaves changing colors, clouds. strawberries (though he hasn’t had one in over a decade due to Dare’s allergy), raspberry/cinnamon/warm vanilla scents. people who are kind especially people who are kind for no reason.

Dislikes: the smell of cigarettes or beer. seeing anyone he knows from the trailer park. his dad. his own hypocrisy.

Insecurities: Never truly fitting into the Northside or winning his mother’s approval. Being irrelevant or mediocre. People knowing he’s from the Southside.

Quirks/Eccentricities: very bad at flirting. get flustered easily.

Strengths: Kind. He’s always kind. Imaginative. Selfless and willing to do anything for a friend. Encouraging.

Weaknesses: Always looking so hard at the good in a person that he misses the knife. Falls in love with strangers 100 times a day. Unsure of who he is. People pleaser.

Speaking Style: Soft-spoken and rarely raised his voice in anger.

Temperament: Up-lifting and encouraging as though he’s afraid to upset anyone for any reason.

04. FAMILY & HOME

Immediate Family: Bruce Anderson [ father ], Pam [ mother ], Darius Anderson [ twin brother ]

How do they feel about their family? Nothing but dislike for his father -- due to his dad’s alcoholism, abuse and homophobia. Admiration and desperation for acknowledgment from his mother since she left him as a child. Mixed feelings for his brother because they used to be so close. When they were younger, Blaine looked up to Darius and felt safe/secure/protected by him, would have done anything for Dare but as they got older Blaine became more insecure being compared to his twin and that grew into mild resentment and guilt.

How does their family feel about them? His father was never a loving man or particularly parental but his anger got much worse after Blaine came out in junior high. He doesn’t have many memories of his mother, so most of how kind and loving she was is something Blaine built up in his head. Darius has always been very protective over Blaine and always the person who was on his side. He was always encouraging, though often stoic, he became the main caregiver in Blaine’s life.

Pets: None.

Where do they live? A very small apartment on the Northside, close enough to walk to work.

Description of their home: Just a step above a studio apartment, Blaine furnished most of his place by visiting yard sales and the second-hand store, trying to pass it off as a hipster/DIY style choice but it’s still a step up from the trailer he used to live in on the Southside.

Description of their bedroom: A platform bed sitting on up-cycled wooden pallets that he painted. A vanity that he repurposed into a desk and decor that he made himself by getting great deals on fabric or odds and ends.

05. THIS OR THAT

Introvert or Extrovert?

Optimist or Pessimist?

Leader or Follower?

Confident or Self-Conscious?

Cautious or Careless?

Religious or Secular?

Passionate or Apathetic?

Book Smarts or Street Smarts?

Compliments or Insults?

Pajamas or Lingerie?

06. FAVORITES

Favorite Color: pale yellow and powder blue

Favorite Clothing Style/Outfit: Blaine took a lot of his style inspiration from the 50′s. He likes things to be form-fitting and cheerful. The bolder and brighter, the better.

Favorite Bands/Songs/Type of Music: Being a music lover, it’s hard for him to pick a single favorite. Generally, anything that speaks to his soul, emotions, and heart tend to make their way into his libraries/playlists.

Favorite Movies: Classic generally but also a sucker for a Nicolas Sparks film or a good romance. Anything as long as it isn’t a horror film.

Favorite Books: Old detective books from the 20′s/30′s.

Favorite Foods/Drinks: Pasta, always pasta. Loves food in general, especially sweets and coffee.

Favorite Sports/Sports Teams: The Patriots.

Favorite Time of Day: the moment just as the sun is rising.

Favorite Weather/Season: chilly or rainy Autumn days

Favorite Animal: Dogs

07. MISCELLANEOUS

Fears/Superstitions: not wildly fond of bugs, especially spiders.

Political Views: Liberal

Addictions: Does hair gel count? Maybe coffee. Useless before coffee. Also self-sabotage.

Best School Subject: Music and English. But was good at every subject.

Worst School Subject: Didn’t have any subject he was particularly bad at.

School Clubs/Sports: All of them. Literally belonged to every club he could join.

How does he get money? Works as a teaching assistant which sort of pays the bills. He’s also sent money from his brother every month but promptly returns it every time.

How is he with technology? semi-decent. Not a tech genius but good enough to figure things out.

08. PAST & FUTURE

Fondest Memory: The Christmas that Dare brought home a tree and presents to surprise Blaine.

Deepest, Darkest Secret: He’s not nearly as perfect, innocent or put-together as he pretends to be. Blaine puts on a front of wanting to wait for the perfect partner or holding out for his soulmate but he has gone into the woods under the guise of running the trail but it was really to hook up with strangers.

Dream Vacation: Somewhere in the Italian countryside or anywhere outside of Riverdale to be honest.

Best thing that has ever happened to this character: Being born a twin.

Worst thing that has ever happened to this character: His mother leaving. In the 8th grade after Blaine came out, some Ghoulies started targeting him, bullying and eventually ganging up on him in the locker room.

What do they want to be when they grow up? Someone and something important.

Perfect Date: Staying up all night talking and effortlessly getting to really know each other deeper.

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