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Why Herbalists and Pheonix Sorcerers Don't Mix

Our party has found our way into a giant dead tree that was once the home to a very wealthy elf and is now infested with undead and fiends. Most of the party’s energy is spent on keeping the Pheonix Sorcerer (who is also our party’s herbalist) from burning the place down.

We find ourselves in a large indoor garden complete with magical fake sun and weeping treant gardener. Through circumstances the sorcerer has become invisible (partially my fault for rubbing him with a flower that turns people invisible) and found his way into a shack kept dark to grow mushrooms in. Four major mushroom colonies are in here, all of which the rest of the party has identified before, but the sorcerer want paying attention.

Through terrible rolls the sorcerer has falsely identified three of the mushrooms as deadly deadly poison, then he gets to the fourth… Which actually is deadly deadly poison.

Sorc: I attempt to identify the glowing white mushroom. *Rolls, gets a two*
DM: you’re pretty sure this mushroom is great on pizza.
Sorc: okay I have an idea! I pick one.
DM: with bare hands?
Sorc: what no! I’ve got gloves in my Herbalists kit. I put them on when I’m about to herbal.
DM: okay you pick a mushroom. It still glows
Sorc: okay I put some of the spores from the sleep flower on it… And then a petal from the invisible flower!
DM: well the mushroom still glows but is now invisible and has little spores on it.
Sorc: okay cool… I eat it.
Whole party stares
DM: roll a con save *sorc fails* okay you do to 0 HP, roll a death save
Sorc: aw shit
Fighter/bard: wait 0 HP?
DM: yeah he’s dying
Me: that… *Finally realizes* oh…
Fighter/bard: Pheonix Sorcerer…
Me: when he hits 0 HP…
Sorc: oh yeah, I use Pheonix spark
DM: *reads the rules* okay yeah… You’re not dead… *Points to rest of the party* you guys hear an explosion and see fire blow a hole in the roof of the mushroom shack
Sorc: *leaves the shack looking like a blown up cartoon character* do NOT go in there!

Illegal Adventures

Jeff Atkins x Reader

Fandom: 13 Reasons Why
Summary: Jessica’s party seems to bore (Y/N) and Jeff, so she takes him on a quick adventure that isn’t so legal, but Jeff doesn’t need to know that.
Characters (+Mentioned): Reader, Jeff Atkins, Bryce Walker and Jessica Davis.
Warnings: Mentions of alcoholism, drunk driving, death, cussing.
A/N: I know from the warning it seems like the scene where Jeff dies but he doesn’t, mkay. And once again I prove how terrible I am at naming stories! Tbh I don’t like this story as much and I’m not proud of it, but whatever, I wanted to post something soon.

Alcohol flooded through (Y/N)’s system, not enough that she was complete drunk but enough that she felt dizzy standing in the presence of all of the horny teenagers around her—who were also pretty wasted.

She pushed past several people who tried to grab at her and grind up against her, but she quickly shoved them off until she made it outside into the backyard. It was slightly empty except for the few people playing beer pong, drinks sloshing around hazardously that (Y/N) decided to go sit near the pool.

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Un equipamiento de gran escala requiere formas de mostrar interiores y exteriores. En este centro de música el contraste se da por una cáscara y un interior, diferenciando materialmente ambos y mostrándose uno desde otro. Lo mismo pasa en otro nivel entre los interiores expuestos al clima y los interiores, los que contrastan en liviandad y pesadez a través de material y forma. Todos conectados por las relaciones visuales.

Large-scale equipment requires indoor and outdoor display modes. In this center of music the contrast is given by a shell and an interior, materially differentiating both and showing one from another. The same happens in another level between the interiors exposed to the climate and the interiors, which contrast in lightness and heaviness through material and form. All connected by visual relations.

herault arnod architectes - opaque modern music centre, france

Interview translation (Takumi Shu)

This is from one of the trilogy era fan books, an interview with Ace Attorney writer/creator/director Takumi Shu about Phoenix and Edgeworth. I posted it on the PW Kink Meme before but since I finally jumped on the Tumblr bandwagon, I figured I might as well put it up here too. Enjoy~

Interviewer: The profile that the fans came up with for Wright is published on page 46. What’re your thoughts on it?

Shuu: You all put a lot of thought into that, didn’t you? Personally when it comes to Wright, the more I try to unravel him, the less I understand. When it comes to Edgeworth, he’s a little more unstable in some ways than the average person, so that actually makes it easier to think up interesting replies for him. But with Wright, I feel like he’s the type who leads a relatively normal life with both feet on the ground. And he’s quite average. That actually makes it more difficult to imagine what his life style is like.

I: As you say, Inaba-san and Iwamoto-san both described Wright as “average.” (see page 48)

S: I suppose so. He gives the impression of having been raised in a very normal family. I think he probably grew up in municipal housing or apartment building with his family. I bet even now he’s renting a normal apartment. He probably commutes to the bath house and stuff.

I: When it comes to his mode of transportation between his place of residence and his office or the bath house, it seems that a lot of fans are of the opinion that he rides his bike…

S: Couldn’t it be like a granny bike [characterized by having a basket on the front for carrying a purse/groceries]? I don’t really think a mountain bike suits him (lol) Just so we’re clear, I don’t ride a granny bike (lol)

I: Train and bike were mentioned, but what about other modes of transportation?

S: It’s been established that he doesn’t own a car. I can’t picture him driving one, it just doesn’t fit his image (lol)

I: Does he have his driver’s license?

S: Probably not.

I: While we’re on the subject, what about you, Shu-san? Do you have your license?

S: I don’t, actually (lol). That might have influenced Wright in a way.

I: The next item on the player input survey is about “part time jobs he had in college.” In average Wright’s case, there seems to be a general consensus that it would’ve likely been something that had a lot to do with serving people’s daily needs or the hospitality industry, but since he was enrolled in the art department, I think it would be interesting if he’d done some artistic modeling.

S: He might’ve also been something like a manga artist’s assistant.

I: What exactly was Wright studying in the art department?

S: I actually have an established headcannon about that. He was hoping to become a Shakespearian actor. That’s why he was enrolled with the art department. Influenced by that experience, his gestures tend to be a little exaggerated

I: So did he plan on someday going to England to study acting, then?!

S: I think he did. But then while he was enrolled, a newspaper article about Edgeworth caught his eye. After that he changed courses and started studying to be a defense attorney so that he could meet Edgeworth.

I: I wouldn’t have expected him to pursue an acting career. So does this mean that he’s actually pretty capricious?

S: I wouldn’t call him capricious exactly; I think he’s more the type that once he starts thinking a lot about a certain thing, he becomes very single-mindedly fixated on that thing (lol). I already mentioned that in the “his ‘type’” section though, didn’t I?

I: I see. Let’s talk about his taste in cell phones. What sort of phone do you imagine him owning?  I’m betting that since he’s hopeless with technology, he has a very basic model that he’s used and loved for a long time. Is that right?

S: It’s probably one of those old basic straight phones [as opposed to a slider or flip phone which were more common in Japan when this was written]. But even as old as it is, he still hasn’t managed to ruin it with over use. I doubt he’d bother to replace it until it actually breaks… He doesn’t seem like he’d be able to afford an upgrade before that time (lol)

I: Wright keeps taking jobs that don’t end up paying much, so he doesn’t seem like he has much money.

S: And we probably shouldn’t underestimate the cost of maintaining that office of his. It’s in pretty good shape, and there’s a decent amount of room in there. But I think that for Wright, in contrast to wealthy Edgeworth, a poorer image suits him pretty well. If you think of him that way, he, how should I put this… it adds flavor to his character (lol)

Interviewer: Looking at the responses we gathered from the fans, we got some pretty nice comments, but it still feels like there are gaps here and there. What can you tell us about Edgeworth’s character?

Shu: Compaired to Wright, don’t you think Edgeworth’s details are easier to imagine? How should I put this… it’s easy to play around with different aspects of his character. Once I decided that he was rich, various inspirations about him just kept coming to me.

I: Speaking of his wealthiness, it looks like the fans, in regard to his living quarters, imagined him to have rather expensive tastes.

S: I wonder (lol). I think he might be the owner of a large dog. Its collar is white and has frills on it. If you’re going to keep a large dog like that indoors, I suppose an expensive apartment would be best. He’d be like, “Hey, Pess! What’re you barking at?!”

I: …Pess?!

S: That’s the dog’s name (lol) Edgeworth doesn’t seem like the type who’d be good at communicating with other people or horses, Pess is the only one he can really communicate well with.

I: Pess is the only one, huh? (lol) That’s pretty blunt.

S: If Pess were to die, Edgeworth’s world might come to an end. He’s a man who lives in that sort of delicate balance.

I: Edgeworth’s emotional state really depends on Pess’s wellbeing, doesn’t it? So even though he puts up a strong front for the rest of the world, he allows himself to be vulnerable in front of Pess. Is that it?

S: Not only that, but Edgeworth is a very two-faced character. At first, I planned to write him as the type of man without any chinks in his armor. But then… in the strategy guide published by Futabasha, Suekane-san drew a comic in which Edgeworth was a Steel Samurai fan. Now that I think about it,that was what caused Edgeworth’s character to begin to crumble (lol). I began to think “he might actually be cuter if there were chinks in his armor.”

I: Between Wright and Edgeworth, which one do you view as being cuter?

S: Wright is heavily modeled after my own personality, so I can’t really think of him as “cute.” Maybe it’s because when I write from Wright’s point of view, I’m basically just writing what I would think in that situation.

I: So from Wright’s perspective, Edgeworth is…

S: He’s probably thinking that Edgeworth is a pretty cute guy (lol). The second game was when Edgeworth really began to come into his own as a character. So as I was writing it, I began to want to give him a little more development, and I came up with an episode where Wright’s it a really tough spot and Edgeworth helps him out.

I: You’re right; it was the fourth case of the second game where we really began to see Edgeworth as a good guy. It really gave credibility to the claim that he was Wright’s best friend. Now, returning to the topic of the profiles, I’m curious as to what you have to say about Edgeworth’s taste in music.

S: He might be a ppongjjak fan. [Pponjjak= Korean techno/disco music XDDDD]

I: P-ppongjjak?! That’s… rather unexpected…

S: What would be the fun in making him a classical music fan? So he’d be like, standing at attention, listening to ppongjjak. I think that style of music actually suits Edgeworth’s character pretty well.

I: According to the opinions of some players, they could imagine him “singing a passionate rendition of the English song 'My Way.’” Might he sing this song after a victory in court?

S: Sometimes he’ll do things in accordance with the Von Karma family tradition. That means if he wins a trial, he definitely sings “My Way.” (lol) Manfred Von Karma would hold the mic out to him and say, “Sing, Miles.” Franziska might also join him.

I: Speaking of the Von Karma family, it’s amazing how he had all those Von Karma-isms carefully hammered into him since around his middle school years.

S: He received special accelerated education for gifted children, so by the time he was around 20 years old, he fit in pretty well at the Von Karma family dinner table. By the way, the old housekeeper that currently tends to Edgeworth’s fancy appartment has been with him since back then (lol)

I: The old housekeeper left the Von Karmas so that she could be with Edgeworth, huh? (lol)

S: But I think of Edgeworth as being the type of man who really appreciates time to himself, so on such occasions the housekeeper won’t disturb him. I wonder what it is about Edgeworth’s character that makes him so easy to play with (lol). It’s strange.

I wonder how trolls deal with being nocturnal?

Like, you can’t really take the human schedule and shift it 12 hours because we go out in the evening all the time, but the sun actually burns trolls. And there’s parts of the world where the sun doesn’t go down for months, or even more populated areas where you get only like 8 hours of moonlight a night for months.

Maybe the sun is less intense in the evenings and people can go out with adequate protection or even, like, parasols? Or maybe there’s a lot more culture around hanging out indoors, or large public places that have a roof?

MJ Scenario – At First Sight

Originally posted by syairasaad

Summary: Children are great, for sure, but only if they’re your kind thing. They weren’t yours so you ended up getting help from the master child himself – Kim Myungjun. You just didn’t know he would have this effect on you.

Genre: Fluff

Requsted: Yes

Words: 2500

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Bluejays and Cardinals

Photo by @little-penguin-ozzie (Added with permission)

Oswald dodges his fellow classmates, feinting left and right as he maneuvers down the hall towards the lunchroom, hands clasped on the straps of his backpack and a determined scowl on his face. Despite the crowd, and his diminutive stature, he sees Ed quickly, towering above most of the other sophomores, one hand clutching the handle of his lunchbox and the other adjusting his glasses as Oswald comes into focus.

“Where’s Jim?” Oswald asks as he comes to a stop in front of Ed.

“He’s in the office.”

“Still!? You said he got called there during third period!” Oswald stamps one foot in irritation. “What did he do this time?”

“I don’t know.” Ed shrugs. “The student runner didn’t say, she just handed over the note.”

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I hope these buds bloom soon! Ah im getting so excited!! They’re so big! My largest bud is over 6 inches long, and a couple others are just under 6 inches. I have a bunch of smaller buds that are still growing too! Ah I cant wait!! 🙌🌸



@redhotchilisimblr Rep Challenge #3 kind of inspired me to do an actual vacation lot with small cabins. It’s a mix between a campground and a large cabin. The indoors are strictly for sleeping and cooking.

There are three small cabins, all with a bathroom and a kitchen and 3-4 beds. There’s an outdoor kitchen area and some activities around. It’s still a wip, but I sent the Brokes to test it out :)

I used to go on vacations like this as a child :P

hibou-wu  asked:

Do people allow their pigeons, if kept outdoors, to come and go freely from their nests? I always kinda assumed it was this way, because pigeons have such amazing homing abilities, but now I'm wondering if that is also dangerous? Is a large aviary better? Free flight indoors only?

A large aviary or indoor flying time is safer.

There is no way to prevent hawkstrikes on a free, outdoor pigeon.

But a bigger, quietter danger is picking up parasites and disease from wild birds’ leavings.

Even If It Kills Me

A/N: I’ve had a few requests for a fic about the surgeon and how Chat got his scars. I didn’t expect it to turn out like this…this is way more brutal than I originally intended it to be.

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing(s): Ladynoir, Adrienette

Rating: M - for graphic violence and swearing. 

Word Count: 3756

Original Fic: Finding You

Summary: How did Chat get his scars?

Days before finding Hawkmoth, Ladybug and Chat face off against The Surgeon—a brutal akuma who manages to knock Chat out and try to get a good ‘slice’ of information out of him.

After saving him from the akuma’s clutches, Ladybug is unable to leave his side and tends to his wounds before watching over him as Marinette. Companion piece to 'Finding You.’

On Ao3


Chat hated hospitals.

Well, technically Adrien hated hospitals. But Chat was Adrien so by proxy Chat didn’t like hospitals either.

But that was beside the point.

Aside from the fact that hospitals were full of sick people, the overall atmosphere was what got to him most. The walls were white and bland, the halls were huge.

It just felt so haunted and empty. How anyone could be here all the time and not have a breakdown baffled him.

Until today.

It was only a matter of time he figured until he and Ladybug had to show up to a hospital to get rid of an akuma—in fact, he was surprised it hadn’t happened years earlier when this whole thing with Hawkmoth first started—but now that it was happening…

Chat was having a hard time focusing.

They’d successfully evacuated the East wing of the hospital as Chat distracted The Surgeon, and now Chat was jumping around the halls, and desks. The walls and doors that separated patient rooms had been blown away, so the Eastern wing was now one large indoor area with carnage everywhere.

Chat was ducked down behind a toppled table when Ladybug silently rolled in next to him.

“Where’d he go?” she asked.

Chat smirked, “Nice of you to drip on in, m’Lady.”

Ladybug’s brow furrowed, “Is that supposed to be an IV reference?”

Chat’s grin just grew wider.

Ladybug shook her head and sighed, “C’mon, Chat. Focus here, okay?”

The blond nodded, peeking over the top of the table. The Surgeon had disappeared a minute or so ago after trying and failing to plunge a needle into Chat’s neck. He threw the syringes like darts, and it was only sheer luck that kept the black cat from getting stuck.

It was bound to run out eventually.

Chat gestured toward the doors that lead to the West wing of the hospital.

“I think he was trying to head to one of the other wings. I’ve blocked the door, so he’s definitely in here.”

Ladybug nodded, “I’m gunna go check over there.”

Ladybug kept low to the ground, crawling over obstacles and keeping behind large bits of wood, creeping ever so slowly toward the door. Once she was out of his direct line of sight, Chat went to move when a sound pricked his hears, catching his attention.

His head snapped around to see The Surgeon hiding behind a wall divider, watching where Ladybug had just ventured off to.

Not on my watch you don’t.

Silently, Chat circled around, never taking his eyes off The Surgeon. He didn’t question how his hands and feet knew just where to go to avoid the bits of metal on the floor. He didn’t even think about the aching in his joints from where debris had fell on or was whipped at him. He just kept his eyes on the akuma.

The sound of a loud crash and Ladybug’s yell diverted his attention for only a second, but it was enough that when he looked back, The Surgeon was gone.


Chat sprinted over to where he last was and then around the corner, following the sound of the falling footsteps. He knew his partner was down the hall and there was no way he was letting his Lady get hurt.

Silently he advanced, closing the distance between him and the akuma. His feet moved silently on the ground until he was close enough to leap on the doctors back and wrap an arm around his throat.

He had to keep in mind that this person was a victim that was taken advantage of by Hawkmoth, so he had to immobilize him while at the same time keeping him alive. The more ruthless the akuma was when it came to attacking his partner, the harder it was for Chat to remember that.

In this case, cutting off oxygen to his brain and getting him to pass out was the best option.

Tightening the hold of his legs around the man’s waist, Chat wrapped his right arm around his neck and kept it secured with his left hand hanging onto his right wrist. His grip tightened as The Surgeon struggled, trying to throw Chat off.

Stars burst across Chat’s vision as he was backed into a brick wall and he hissed under his breath, but his grip didn’t waver. His head felt dizzy as the man spun, but again, he didn’t waver.

It was only when The Surgeon jumped and fell on his back—and in turn Chat’s back since he was holding onto him—that another blow to his head had him falter. With the wind knocked out of him, the blond found it hard to breathe and The Surgeon took this moment to break free from him.


Chat snickered as he watched the man look back to where Ladybug had been, and obviously see nothing.

Not this time, Hawkmoth.

At the sound of his chuckles, The Surgeon turned back to him and stalked over, pulling him up by his collar.

“You know where she went, and you’re gonna tell me.”

A cocky grin spread its way over Chat’s face as he stared at the pink butterfly mask that was currently hovering over the akuma’s face.

“Not a chance you basta—”

In a flash, a sharp pain in his neck caused his breath to hitch. Glancing down, the presence of The Surgeon’s hand registered as his fingers fell way to reveal an empty syringe plunged into his neck.

“Mother…,” he slurred as gravity claimed his body and his vision faded.

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Oikawa meets Kise

“Wow, Interhigh has so many schools over here.” Excited, Kise laughed as he looked around the enormous indoor gym. “It’s so cool, wonder if there are other high schoolers I know!”

“Kise, don’t get too far from the team.” Slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder, Kasamatsu chided as he led the rest of Kaijo toward where their coach was waving them from.

Moriyama chuckled. “Hey, it’s like you’re his mom. Well, I mean, you are our mom. Kasamama. Kaa-san.”

Kasamatsu’s glare could ward off demons. “Shut it! I’m just looking out for him!”

He walked forward, shaking his head. The crowd of high schoolers were multiplying each time a sports team entered the large indoor stadium.

Someone bumped his shoulder hard while spinning a volleyball in his hand, sending Kasamatsu sprawling over into someone else’s arms.

“Ah, sorry.” Artfully styled brown hair, soulful brown eyes and a brilliant smile that rivaled a certain energetic blond entered Kasamatsu’s line of vision. “My bad.”

Giving him a pointed look, Kasamatsu shook his head as he tried to regain his balance. “Oh no, it’s alright.”

“And while you’re at it, could you not cling to my Iwa-chan?”

“Oi, Shittykawa.” The guy holding Kasamatsu up growled. “Get your ass over here and apologize properly or I’ll rip your eyes out from that ugly mug of yours.”

“Ugh, you’re so cruel Iwa-chan!”

“Kasamatsu-senpai!” Kise dashed up to them, concern written all over his handsome face. “You okay?”

“I’m fine, idiot, quit being so loud.” Kasamatsu straightened his school jacket and turned to bow to the nice guy with the serious face, who had helped to steady him.

“Thanks for that, nice catch, um…” Kasamatsu cocked his head to the side, holding out his hand. “…Iwa-san…?”

“It’s Iwaizumi, Kasamatsu-san.” Iwaizumi grasped his hand in a warm, firm handshake. “Are you by any chance, here for volleyball?”

Kasamatsu shook his hand politely. “We’re here for basketball, actually.”

“Hey. Don’t you need to apologize or something, something-kawa-san?” Kise asked the brown haired teen before him. “I mean, Kasamatsu-senpai almost hit the floor.”

“It’s Oikawa to you, blondie.” Oikawa scoffed. “You’re really handsome, though. I mean, I think you’re really familiar.”

“I model for Z agency.” Kise replied placidly, sizing the shorter teen up with a slight tilt of his chin. “Oikawa… where have I heard that name before?”

Seijou’s setter narrowed his eyes. Kaijo’s blond ace offered him a hand, accompanied by a knowing grin.

Oikawa stuck out a hand and reluctantly shook Kise’s, instantly deciding the blond was strangely annoying but nice. He seemed so used to people, and could smoothly make attempts to be friends.

“Kise Ryouta, Kaijo High basketball team. We’re going to nationals.” Kise introduced himself with quiet confidence. “I’m a first year.”

First years brought Kageyama to mind.

“I know where I’ve heard of you.” Oikawa replied with a tight smile. He knows he is coming off a little rude, but doesn’t want to lose to the younger teen. “You were interviewed on the same day as I was for the school sports issue of Idol Mag.”

The blond smiled, but carefully remains silent.

Annoyed with his trained politeness, Oikawa released his hand and turned away. “Oikawa Tooru, Seijou third year. That makes you my kouhai, Kise-kun.”

Deciding he liked irritating Oikawa, Kise offered him a 500 megawatt beam. “Then that makes you Oikawa-senpai!”

“Obviously.” Oikawa replied, tone laced with a layer of frost.

“I do remember you. You did a really cool interview with Model B from my agency too! I watched that with my publicist the day it aired on channel 7.” Kise waved his smartphone and smiled. “Could we take a photo together?”

The first barrier of ice around Oikawa’s heart cracked.

He leaned in for a quick selfie with the blond.

“Are you on Photo App A? Tag me later.” He says grudgingly.

Kise nods obligingly. “Sure! What’s your ID, Oikawa-senpai?”

As they exchange information, they watch Kasamatsu and Iwaizumi talk by the side of the walking path. Dozens of teens from other schools mill about, looking for friends they had in middle school and exchanging contacts before the matches began.

“Is Iwaizumi-san your team captain?” Kise pressed, genuinely curious.

“How did you know?” Oikawa asked, keeping his expression stony.

“He has a captain aura around him, just like Kasamatsu-senpai!” The blond laughed. “I think that’s really cool.”

As the second barrier surrounding Oikawa’s heart disintegrated into the depths of his bloodstream, Kasamatsu heaved a sigh in response to Iwaizumi’s exasperated look. The captain duo nodded at each other before smacking the backs of their respective teammate’s heads in a unified force.

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After their matches

- - -

“Who are you texting?” Iwaizumi asked as he walked alongside Oikawa, whose thumbs were furiously tapping his smartphone screen. “Seems like you’re having an intense conversation.”

“It’s the cute blond from this morning.” Oikawa replied absently, mind a thousand miles away, soul orbiting in space.

Gently guiding Oikawa by the arm, Iwaizumi got them out of the main road and into the pathway leading up to residential blocks.

“Kise-kun, was it?”

“He’s really popular.” Oikawa ran a hand through his hair, not minding that he mussed it up. “Not as handsome as me, though.”

Glancing at him from the corner of his eye, Iwaizumi frowned.

“Then why’d you ask for his number?”

Reddened cheeks tell Iwaizumi everything he needs to know.

Two Odd Princes ~A Solangelo AU~ Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Suit fitting was Will and Nico’s least favorite thing to do. It was time consuming and boring. They had to stand the whole time and look through all sorts of fabric that were the same color, but different shades. The disliking to it might have just been a boy thing though. Then again, Bianca also had to go try on dresses all day and didn’t enjoy that too much either.

Both the princes had been whisked away shortly after breakfast to be measured and to pick out the colors. Nico hadn’t done this in over a year and was happy about not doing it, but now he had to.

“Prince Nico, what color would you like your suit,” a man asked, holding out a book with an infinite amount of colors.

Without looking, he replied, “Black.”

“What color of black?”

“Just black.”

“Yes, I know, but what shade of black?”

Nico pointed at a random square of black, hoping to satisfy the suit maker. The man nodded, writing something down in his notes and went to speak with Will who was more cooperative. After they finished, they were walking back to their rooms.

“You seemed annoyed during the fitting,” Will pointed out.

“And you didn’t look like you were enjoying yourself too much either,” Nico said.

Will couldn’t argue with that; he was bored out of his mind and just wanted to read.

They continued walking till they heard a few people arguing in another room. Both the boys followed the commotion, finding the source. It was the room Bianca went to try on dresses. Hazel and Persephone went with her as well.

“No,” they heard Bianca shout. “I’m not wearing a dress that shows cleavage just to please a guy.”

“But, Bianca,” Persephone said, hoping to reason with the young woman. “He’s your husband to be. You should look appealing for him.”

Will, who had been leaning against the door with Nico, blushed. Nico did as well, knowing that they shouldn’t be hearing that.

“I’m going back to my room,” Bianca told everyone in the room, heading to the door. Everyone tried to stop her, saying that she had to pick out a dress first. “I’ve tried on over a hundred today. Just pick that red one out over there.”

“But, Princess,” one of the dress people said, “that dress didn’t flatter you at all.”

“Good. I hope it keeps people away from me then.”

The door opened, pushing both the boys back before they could move. Bianca strode out of the room, noticing the boys on the ground. At first, she was wondering what they were up, but took it as something wrong.

“Were you trying to peak,” she asked, even more angry than before. “Will, you’re a pervert, and, Nico, that’s just wrong and sick.”

She stormed off, not looking at them again. The boys looked at each other, shrugged, and stood up again, making their way to their rooms. They were right down the hall from Will’s room when a maid ran up to Will.

“Prince Will,” she said, stopping to catch her breath. “I’ve come to inform you that you’re late for your tea with the princess.”

“Crap,” Will said. “I forgot all about that.” He turned to Nico, in hope he had some wise words of advice for him. Unfortunately, Nico had nothing; he was as good as dead. Will gulped, knowing his life may come to an end sooner than expected. Will waved bye to Nico and went to go meet the princess.

Nico sighed, opening the door to his room. He flopped down on his bed, bored with nothing to do. After thinking for a moment a thought came to mind. He stood up, changed into some workout clothes, and picked up his sword. There was an indoor training area he could go to and brush up on his fighting skill. If anyone tried to stop him, he’d just use the excuse of practicing self-defense. The guards would most likely buy that.

He quickly made his way to the training area, no one noticing the new person walk in, let alone the prince. Nico paused, tying his long black locks into a small bun.

Nico strode in, pulling out his sword, finding an area without many people around. He swung his sword, lunging at a non-existent opponent. He practiced for what felt like hours.

Meanwhile, with Will and Bianca, tea was not so fun and was short. Every time Will go to start a conversation; Bianca would glare or speak with an uninterested, sassy tone. After thirty minutes, the princess excused herself, leaving Will there all alone. He left not too long after B and went to his room. There was nothing to do, so he went to bother Nico.

“Nico,” he called out, knocking on the door. No one answered. He was about to open the door when someone stopped him.

“Sir,” a woman’s voice said behind him. He turned to see a maid passing by. “If you’re looking for Prince Nico, he’s out practicing with his sword.”

“Oh, thank you. Do you have any idea when he’ll be done?”

“Afraid not. Sorry.”

“It’s alright. Thank you.”

She nodded, continuing her way down the hall. Will went back to his room, trying to think of things he could do. In the end he started to read his book, but grew tired of it after an hour.

Is Nico done yet, he wondered.

He stood up, leaving the room to see if the other boy was back yet. He knocked again, greeted the same way he had earlier.

Maybe I find the place he’s at, Will though, setting off on a mission. He remembered seeing a hall that many groups of soldiers and guards could be seen, so he figured that was the first place to check.

The hall wasn’t as busy as it normally was. Then again it was Sunday, so many had the day off. He found a door that led to a large indoor training area. Peering inside, he saw a few people; twenty at most. He entered, hoping to stumble upon his friend. He circled the outside of the room, examining each person.

In the far corner, he saw a boy with black hair pulled into a small bun. He was swinging around a black sword. His loose black tank top looked to be drenched in sweat. Will was unable to see the boy’s face because his back was turned to him, but he watched as he moved. The back of his shoulders and neck had countless beads of sweat dripping off his and his muscles flex every time he moved.

He’s hot, Will thought. He covered his mouth even though he hadn’t said it out loud, blushing red as he did. What are you thinking? He’s a guy. I’m a guy. Nothing can happen because I’m not gay.

Or maybe you are, a voice in the back of his head said in an almost teasing manner.

Will shook his head, noticing that the swordsman had moved. He was walking toward the wall where there was a water bottle, which Will assumed was his. He was about to continue his search for Nico when the boy turned in his direction.

Nico turned to see Will stand there staring at him. He immediately stopped drinking his water, wondering how long he’d been there.

“What? When? How long,” he sputtered out, coughing on the water he hadn’t swallowed.

“Less than five minutes,” Will replied, picking up a towel and handing it to him so that Nico could wipe his face. He took it, hoping Will wasn’t disgusted seeing him all sweaty.

“Well, um,” Nico said rubbing the back of his head, “I’m going to go shower now, so, uh… see you later?”

He wasn’t sure what to say. Will hadn’t made any eye contact the whole time and his cheeks were tinted red. Was he sick?

Nico brushed it off, walking back to his room. Will wandered off in another direction, hoping Nico wouldn’t notice or question. He did notice, but figured he was going to the library or something, not giving it too much thought.


Will sat in his room, thinking about what he saw earlier. He couldn’t get it off his mind. He thought that Nico was hot. Hot! This was his soon to be brother-in-law.

After having many arguments with himself in his head, Will stopped and starting to play music off his phone. He plugged it into a set a speakers he brought with, hoping to stop him from thinking more on the subject. After twenty minutes, there was a loud knock at Will door. He turned down the music, opening it for whoever was on the other side. Unfortunately, it was the last person he wanted to see right now.

“Do you mind turning the music down a little,” Nico asked, yawning as he did. “I’m trying to get some sleep.”

“What,” Will said, all of a sudden nervous. “Music? There’s no music.”

“Will, I can hear it. Wait; is that Fall Out Boy I’m hearing?”

“You’re hearing things.”

“I can see your phone from here,” Nico said, pointing at the phone.

“Night,” Will blurting, shutting the door in Nico’s face. He stood there for seconds, confused, and then went back to his room. He picks up his phone, texting Bianca.

To: Huntress

From: Ghost King

Hey, B, I think you should go check up on your fiancé. He seemed a bit off when I went to go talk to him just now.

He set down his phone, only to have if buzz a second later.

To: Ghost King

From: Huntress

First off, don’t call him that; it makes me uncomfortable. Second off, WHY SHOULD I!? YOU TWO WERE WATCHING ME CHANGE!!!

Nico sighed, face palming himself for a moment before replying.

To: Huntress

From: Ghost King

We weren’t doing that. We heard yelling so we went to see what was happening. I swear that was all.

To: Ghost King

From: Huntress

Oh. Why didn’t you say something?

Once again, Nico sighed, but this time because he was annoyed.

To: Huntress

From: Ghost King

Because you ran off before we could.

To: Ghost King

From: Huntress

Oh. Sorry about that. Haha. I’ll go check up on him right now, k?

Nico replied back, telling her he was going to sleep. He plugged his phone in for the night, lying on his pillow. He was exhausted after training, and had no trouble falling asleep that night.

Presenting the “teenage ‘hooligans’ (jk) Bellamy and Clarke get kicked out of a haunted house for accidentally punching an actor” AU.
This guy’s nice and short (rare for me, I know).

Clarke was bouncing on her feet she was so excited.  Bellamy was smiling good-naturedly but she knew he was only moments away from telling her to “keep her chill, Clarke, seriously.”

It was the weekend of Halloween and they were standing in line for their local haunted house, a surprisingly large affair with both indoor and outdoor sets that was constructed along a woodland trail.

The line moved forward another step and Clarke nudged her arm through the crook of Bellamy’s elbow.  She stood up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear, “Aren’t you excited, Bell?”

“I am if you are,” he replied good-naturedly.

She had, after all, talked him into this.  Their one year anniversary was coming up and Bellamy had been nearly pulling his own hair out trying to plan something special enough for the occasion.  Clarke had told him that she didn’t care wha they did as long as she got to spend it with him and had suggested the haunted house.  He’d agreed after only a little bit of begging.

Finally it was their turn to go in.  Clarke was bouncing again as Bellamy handed over their tickets.

They stepped through the shadowy arch, now hand-in-hand and onto the pathway lit by torches.

Even though she knew he was going to try his best to deny it later, Clarke could tell that Bellamy was having fun.

They were almost at the end when it happened.  It was a room that was supposed to mimic an asylum’s white padded room, with “insane” inmates chained to the wall, moaning and shrieking and calling out for help.  Clarke was loving every minute of it.  Bellamy looked mildly terrified.

Then one another actor, dressed as a clown, showed up behind them out of nowhere.  And cackled.

Bellamy spasmed.  His hand ripped out of Clarke’s as he spun around to identify the source of the sound.

Fuck, Clarke thought.  Bellamy hated clowns.  He refused to go to carnivals because of them.  He and his childhood best friend no longer spoke because of a fateful birthday party when they were twelve involving a traveling party clown.

Before Clarke could register what he was doing and stop him, Bellamy’s arm was swinging back and then forward, hitting the actor straight in the face.

Security appeared almost immediately.  One of them escorted away the clown, whose nose looked crooked and was bleeding profusely.  Bellamy was staring at his hand like he’d never seen it before.

“Sir?” one of the security team members said.  “Sir, we have to escort you out.  Can you come with me please?”

The look on Bellamy’s face made Clarke want to almost burst into laughter.  His expression was such a drastic combination of horror and embarrassment that even the guards seemed to feel bad for him.

“I hate clowns,” he mumbled as he allowed one of the security team guys to put a hand on his shoulder and guide him out of the room.

“I understand, sir,” the guy said, obviously trying to repress a laugh.  “You’ll need to come, too, miss.”

Clarke buried a laugh in her sleeve and nodded. “Of course.”

When they were back in Bellamy’s car he put the key in the ignition but didn’t tun it.  Instead, he dropped his head onto the steering wheel.  “I’m an idiot, “ he muttered.

“No,” Clarke said carefully.  “You’re just afraid of clowns.”

“I’m sorry for ruining your night, Clarke.”  He sounded so miserable it almost made her want to cry.

“Oh, Bell,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder.  “You didn’t.”


“Not at all.  It was actually really kind of funny.”

Bellamy made a strange wailing sound.  Clarke had to stop herself from laughing.

“What do you want to do next?  Rob a daycare center?  Hold up the grocery store?”


She laughed.