ANYOLITE is a powerful and combat-ready fusion of Garnet and Flash. They have an intimidating presence due their extremely self-assured nature, however despite their dark and serious look, Anyolite is a surprisingly caring person. Boulder, Sunny, Ruby and Sapphire are not very apparent in this fusion, but Garnet and Flash most certainly come through. Anyolite exists to get things done and is unlikely to stay longer than absolutely neccessary.
SONORA SUNRISE is an even bigger show stopper than Sardonyx - figuratively and literally. Being a 5 gem fusion, one would assume that he’d be much less stable than he is, however he doesn’t fall apart easy - but his instability comes through in a different way. Sonora is an intensely powerful fusion, but also very unreliable, as he gets distracted easily. He’s a pairing of Sardonyx’ flamboyance and Flash’s love of life, which provides an extremely charismatic narrator who talks a LOT. Sonora is more likely to spend his time commenting, complimenting and critiquing the surrounding action, rather than partaking in it. When he does actually partake, however, the opposing force is nothing less than decimated. Non-mortally, of course.
These two have been in making for a VERY long time and I’m super happy with the results!! They are definitely 2 of my favourite fusion designs so far, especially Sonora lmao but I might be biased towards all the bright colours <’:
These two are less “canon” to Flash’s story and more like… “maybe possible”, if that makes sense? While I like drawing my gems and canon gems together every now and then, I’m still not fully sure if my gems have/had any actual contact with them in ‘present time’ (definitely in the past tho), mostly because my gems don’t really have a ‘story’. Their purpose is for personal comfort/vent art, and a story is not necessary for me to evoke those feelings, often times I actually fear it would cheapen them? I don’t know, I’m rambling lmao
Anyway, enjoy Anyolite and the Sensational Sonora Sunrise!!
((PS; they are the only canon gem fusions with Flash that I’ll make, as they are the only two I feel comfortable with))
Since the other one blew up (at least on my standards) I may as well add the other jazz I was thinking about,,
Kk so if you haven’t read the other one you can probably find it or just read this summaryish thing here
So this is going along the “Keith is the new black paladin” jazz so yyup. Kk so one night Keith and Lance get in a BAD fight and it ends up in lance packing up and leaving in the blue lion because he’s just had enough. The lion takes Lance to a water planet (Lance doesn’t know why but goes along w/ it). They dive into the sea and enter a cave, to where Lance later discovers that that colony and planet is where he blue lion was created, and he meets the king of the planet soon after (he’s basically worshiped for being the “keeper of the lion”). Lance tells the king about why he was there, his fight with the paladin in charge, and how the blue lion just brought him there. In return the king tells him about the previous paladin and how she was born there, how she would often get overcome with negative emotions due to voltron, and would try to escape through the blue lion, resulting in the lion taking her to the planet. He then explained how one day the blue lion had instinctively returned and all they found was the paladin’s corpse in the pilot seat, the cause of death beings suicide. Lance gets worried, the king reassures him with kind words and gives lance a new mindset on how to take things. He also tells him that he is aloud to return whenever he wishes if he’s feeling down or if he just wants a quick break.
That’s about where I ended it but I was always thinking about if there were more to the story, like if there was a prince or a staff member there that had a liking for Lance, and it being returned mutually, resulting in a jealous Keith. Kk so,, here
It had been a particularly bad day, voltron had barely completed their last mission and this one wasn’t any better. When lotor came into power, with shiro gone and Keith as their makeshift leader, voltron was unable to predict nor parry any of the galras’ attacks. Lance was being bombarded with complaints and orders from his fellow paladins, but they were new and different ones, all given in almost no time, resulting in him being unable to follow through in them, ultimately having the other paladins blame him for their mishaps.
Every time before that, lance had slipped away to the water planet (he now knew it as Amemasu) during the night, while all the others were sleeping to keep it hidden. Nobody knew or cared that he was a bit late for breakfast, or even lunch. It was only when a mission was about to commence, or when someone needed him that anyone noticed. This time he didn’t care. Once they all escaped the planet, lance bolted. At this point he had returned to the planet so many times that he was able to get there without the help of blue. He once again turned off his tracker, and entered the cave, and once he set blue in the middle docking pad and entered the doors to the castle, Seus (pronounced see-us), his “anointed guard” (Aka his b bud) greeted him.
“Evening, paladin,” he poked.
“Sushi,” lance greeted him back, grinning. He was immediately in a better mood.
They continued on with their banter as they walk to the room in the castle the king had had saved when he first started retreating to the planet. “Anything up?” Seus mumbled as they stared at the landscape over the balcony, “it’s been two days since the last time you popped in. It usually takes you at least a week to go into maximum angst-drive” he snickered.
“Shut up,” lance smirked, “you shouldn’t be talking for someone who seems to be pretty keen whenever I stop by, although I get it, I am quite the catch.”
“I swear if that was a gods damned pun I’m,” he jokingly reached for his staff.
“I know, I’m great.” Lance fake-swooned. They continued on with their snarky comments and in the process completely forgot about the previous subject yadsa yadda.
Meanwhile…. the paladins are freaking the FUCK out. They think the galras have done something to lance or the lion, and it’s chaos. They don’t have the blue lion, the trackers off, lance’s comm is off, everything’s gone to shit. Pidge and Hunk are attempting to build something that’ll be able to track lance and or the lion, allura and coran are trying to figure out any galran strategies to try and reverse engineer an explanation to how they could get lance back. While everyone else is going ape crazy, no ones seen Keith anywhere other than the training deck. He blamed himself for why lance left, and his disappearance sure as hell didn’t help his confidence as a leader. He, out of all of them, was the only one who knew that lance hadn’t left by mistake. While he didn’t know where lance went, he still noticed how on particularly bad days he’d slip out, although after a month or so Keith slowly stopped worrying as he noticed that every time lance would leave, he’d return soon after. This time though was different.
Lance hadn’t tried to be sneaky when he escaped. It was upfront, he made sure everyone knew he was leaving. That he wasn’t planning to come back anytime soon. Keith was, to say the least, pissed. He was angry that lance had the audacity to take the blue lion with him and cripple voltron past the inability they already were at. He was angry that lance never told anyone else that he would be okay, he was fuckin pissed that lance had the nerve to leave the team with that amount of anxiety and fear of his safety, with no sense of clarity of if he was actually ok or not, and even more pissed that due to all this Keith had to handle it all due to him being the temporary leader. Even with all the chaos and tension around the castle, the one thing that offset Keith the most was where lance was going all this time, why he came back in such a better mood, every. single. time. Why, with every time Lance would return he’d seem to have a less and less interest in making snarky comments for attention, why he had stopped bickering with Keith. It pissed him off that he didn’t know what or who he was seeing that made him so much happier, and with every time that lance had returned with a smiling face, his confidence in his leadership skills would be quickly demolished. With every thought that passed through, Keith would quickly and hastily destroy another training bot, until Pidge and Hunk had to drag him back to his room to get some shuteye.
Back on the planet, lance was having the time of his life. He was on an underwater planet full of both hot mermaid and mermen of various kinds, Seus, his best friend (next to Hunk) was legally obligated to hangout with him, the kings young daughters reminded lance of his nieces, and gave him comfort when he felt homesick, and the king was a very close father figure to him. Him and Seus would occasionally go zoom around in the lion when blue was feeling up for it, they’d go around town and browse all the weird fish stores, which was exciting for the both of them due to the fact that Seus was rarely allowed outside palace boundaries unless escorting someone of importance to a location, which was very rarely the mall, whereas lance was having a ball, being back in his natural habitat, the summer wear isle, where he would try on various forms of very skimpy clothing as Seus would heckle him for using the articles in the completely incorrect places (since lance isn’t a fish he had to improvise). The two became so close that they evolved from best friends to the “no homo tho bro” stage of friendship, where one of them would be on the verge of doing something ultra gay™ which began with a quick “no homo tho” from lance (a phrase that took a solid 12 minutes for Seus to process). After a few days, lance had almost no remorse for abandoning his team, of course not without the subtle twinge of “this isn’t right”, and “at least tell them”, here and there, then followed with a rush of joy from his antics that quickly washed away any thought of regret.
One night Keith’s given up. Everyone on the team is exhausted, the one mission they were desperately called to answer ended up horridly, and his self confidence has gone into a complete rut. He now knew what lance meant all those time he overheard him talking to coran on late nights, and he hated it. He’d given up trying to solve it as a team and after all that time of waiting, he slipped out. He, like lance did, waited until everyone was fast asleep, and went into the central room. The only difference today, was that he stood on the red lion’s docking pad. as he flew out with his original lion, feeling much more calm than he had when leaving, he told the lion to find blue. To find lance. He never thought it would have worked, Pidge and Hunk had been working on locating the lion for a week now, all to no prevail. But red, the moment Keith had given that order, bolted off to a planet that Keith’s scanners had stated to be “Amemasu”. It was a full water planet, but instead of diving in like the blue lion did, the red lion hovered over the surface until it took a nose dive into the drink. Once in the water, red controlled terribly, only her back propellers worked efficiently, and her targeting systems were almost all down. Once they landed on the ocean floor Keith figured that he would have to take the rest of the trip solo. Once he slowly guided her into an underwater cave out of sight, he got out and began searching for any large bodies of heat.
About a mile or so away, he spotted a faint, but large reading, which looked a lot like a city or colony of sorts. When he finally arrived it was empty. The readings were still there and they were now very clear, in the shapes of homes and buildings, but vision wise, he couldn’t see anything. He approached one of the readings only to hit what seemed like a wall, or an invisible barrier. He speculated it for cracks or entrances and eventually found an opening, where warm eyed was seeping through. He squeezed through it and found himself to be in an almost hyper futuristic water colony, filled with structures and technology he couldn’t even fathom. As he explored through the city looking for clues and or signs to see if this really was where lance was situated, he stuck out like a sore thumb. He was a human in bright red armour, and a clunky helmet, jetting his way through the town checking houses, buildings, and parks for any signs.
Glares and murmuring aside, he eventually spotted a carving in one of the buildings that looked oddly like one of the voltron lions. As he continued down the “road”, these symbols reappeared more frequently, until he was greeted with castle. It was a giant, high tech structure that stood atop a cave. When Keith checked his heat signatures again, underneath the giant mound of land stood the silhouette of the blue lion. Keith, excited as shit that he actually found lance’s whereabouts, quickly checked the perimeter and at the back of the castle, he saw him. Keith was about to call out for lance, tell him that he had come to find him, tell him how worried the team was for him, that was until he saw lance kissing one of the mermen on the balcony.
A few minutes before, lance was feeling homesick. He and Seus were talking on the balcony, today’s conversation being a lot heavier than their usual ones. It was about family, a touchy subject for them both. “My parents were sweet. One of my dads, the shorter one, he was a ballistic, would do anything and everything for me and my other dad. He loved us so much, and he knew the only way he could protect us was by joining the war, by joining the fight against the galra. He died three months after he was sent out. I was 5 at the time, I never understood what it meant. I also never understood why after the day we got the note from the general my other father sent me into Repun (the king). I never saw him again after that. Never knew what happened to my older sister. Never got to have real family time.” Sues sighed, “The king’s tried so hard to make all of us, all the gaurds, all the maids, everyone who’s stayed, worked, or lived here to feel like family. I’ve just never had that full experience I guess.”
Lance looked up at him, “that’s harsh…” he mumbled, looking aimlessly into the landscape below.
“It’s nothing really,” Seus sent a reassuring smile to lance, “it’s hard to long over someone you barely knew. Now, tell me your story Mr.Bluelion”
“Wow ok…” Lance was caught off guard at how forward he was, “well uh… so back on earth, I was a middle child of a huge quiznaking family. I had-” he cut himself off, “have a nephew named Marco, he’s the best, and a niece, Sam. Love em’ to pieces. Got both an older and a younger brother and sis, Jake’s my younger brother, he can suck my ass.”
They both started started giggling, “huh so that’s what siblings feel like,” Seus grinned.
“You’d think,” lance snickered, “yeah, well then there’s my gran and gramps, my abuela and abuelo both passed a few years back. Gran is a fantastic cook, gramps tries. Then there’s ma and pa…” he sighed, feeling his eyes begin to water, “I miss them so goddamn much Seus.”
“Hey, hey, dude, it’s going to be ok,” Sues hugged lance, “you’ll see them again.”
“But what if I don’t,” lance gave into the embrace, “what if the galrans already destroyed the planet, what if lotor found out what planet we came from and destroyed it so we’d be venerable emotionally, what if the time works differently there and all of them are already dead, what if I’m never allowed back on earth because I’m a paladin, what if I-”
Seus cut him off, “shut up. That’s not going to happen,” lance opened his mouth but Seus spoke before he could begin, “before you say something you shouldn’t, think.”
“My team hates me Seus!”
“No they don’t.”
Lance pushed away, “every time I come back from my trips here no one notices, no one cares, I’ve given up trying to poke fun and make jokes because all I get in return are insults and heckling, do you anyone gives a quiznak about it?” Lance was close to shouting now, “I’ve tried so damn hard to help them out, to do anything to keep them safe and happy, I’ve thought of them as family, and the only thing I seem to be to them is ‘the annoying one’, 'the try hard’, 'the one that doesn’t try hard enough’, I don’t want to be a leader, I don’t strive to be the best, but I’m trying,” tears were running down his face, dripping off his chin and seeping out of the bubble letting him breathe.
“Lance, lance,” Seus hushed him, bringing him back into a hug that lance melted into, tears were still streaming down his face, “it’ll sort out, I promise. But you do have to face your problems,” he cupped lance’s face, making them see eye to eye, “it’s going to be hard, I’ll tell you that, but your team needs you, the universe needs you.”
And thus was the moment where lance went in to kiss Seus, unknowing that Keith was standing just outside below the two, staring at them with a mixture of anger, envy, and most of all confusion. It was then and there Keith knew why lance came back so much happier, and it angered him beyond belief, and it pissed him off that much more that he didn’t know why.
I’ll continue it later, I’ve got better shit to do other than make up klangst. If you people want more I’ll provide (cause it’s a chance to think more about my fish babe) but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Repeat after me:I am amazing and fabulous for liking/reblogging/giving my opinion about/constructively criticising Jahnavi’s fics.Now go get yourself a cookie because you guys are the literal best.
Moving on,my bae-tas(wink wink)(sorry) @ghostiemakingposties and Shradicool (still insufferably in possession of her good sense) are angels in disguise(or not in disguise) that is the only explanation sorry I don’t make the rules.
This one is again,if you didn’t pick up from the title already,super sappy but bear with me.I have plans .
Read,like,share,comment,ask,eat,drink, sleep,swim,open that Club Penguin account you’ve been avoiding for 10 years,watch some SpongeBob,sit on a swing,idk you keep doing you fam.
Also,I am now on ff.net and ao3 as
beating-thump-thump and beatingthumpthump respectively and I ramble a lot less on there,so if less talk more fic is your thing, they’re just a hop,skip and jump away.
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Magnus Bane loves having the ability to do magic. He really does.
Nothing beats being able to get the remote from the coffee table after he’s sat down and forgotten it or being able to fix a last-minute eyeliner mishap with just a flick of his fingers.
(Not to mention, Alec gets this look in his eye whenever he does magic and when that happens, Magnus knows there isn’t going to be much talking between them for the next few hours.)
(At least not the sweet, innocent kind.)
So yes, Magnus loves being able to solve life’s greatest crises (and turning on his boyfriend) with only a small gesture.
He loves having a job where he literally gets paid just to cast a few spells.
But Magnus Bane loathes the paperwork involved.
Everything will be going swimmingly, and he’ll be going about his job, content and happy as ever, when this one customer shows up and throws a wrench in this wheel of satisfaction.
It’s happened without fail, repeatedly, from when Magnus first set up shop (figuratively, because that sounds like a super tacky thing to do and Magnus Bane is by no means tacky.)
That one person will pitch a favour at him and Magnus will agree to help even if he can’t recollect exactly how to do it at the moment; there’s no way in hell he’s turning something down because he can’t do it. He’ll figure it out, thank you very much.
Except, the figuring out bit is always harder than it seems.
The nights he spends poring over his spell books and consulting with Ragnor and Catarina see him cursing himself for ever taking up the job because What on earth is this?
This then gradually leads to him spending an increasing number of hours indoors which makes him cranky.
However, Magnus Bane never gives up.
How many ever cases like this he’s faced, he’s never not solved the problem. He’ll either find the bloody solution or he’ll die trying.
(Or, you know, he’ll fall asleep on his desk without removing his make-up which is almost as disastrous as death.)
(Plus, he has something to live for now apart from his fellow downworlder friends.)
Which is why Tuesday night sees him on his work-table, frustrated (not the good kind) and sleep-deprived (not for the good reasons).
He’s clueless, glitter-less and Alec-less and the three are a bitch of an issue to deal with separately, let alone together.
He vows to himself that once he’s done with this crap (whenever that is) he’s going to treat himself to a spa day because he deserves it, goddammit.
It’s close to the time when Magnus turns in, but he catches something out of the corner of his eye on the page which looks useful and this leads him on this whole other chase, flipping from book to book, referring to past notes and relevant facts.
His eyes are droopy and his head keeps lolling in front, but he can’t stop now, okay?
This is most solid lead he’s had in days and he’s so close and the thought of being done with this infernal crap is just so appealing and he just wants to get it over with.
He fights to stay awake but slowly, slowly his head dips and he’s struggling to keep his eyes open.
It’s a losing battle and soon, in the warm golden haze of the lights and to the calm silence of the apartment, Magnus lets his head hit the top of the book on the desk with a thud, asleep even before he can make it all the way.
The constant sounds of the city that never sleeps accompany Alec on his late-night journey from the Institute to the loft.
He’s just about done with Valentine’s bullshit and he can’t take another second at a place where there’s this constant speculation and doubt and this air of trepidation hanging around.
He just needs to get away.
Alec has a few places he goes to when he needs to crash for a break, but the loft has become his favourite safe-house to sleep in.
(Or not sleep in, whatever. It’s all quite splitting hairs at this point.)
He sees Magnus’s building and the sight instantly relaxes him.
He climbs up the flights of stairs and keys open the door.
The vision he’s greeted with makes him stop breathing for a second.
There, at the centre of his desk, lies Magnus’s head in the middle of this apparent hurricane of books and paper.
His eyes are closed and his hair’s fallen onto the table, hiding the top of his forehead.
His face is bare and he lets out soft noises as he breathes in his sleep.
Alec knows he’s been working on a particularly difficult case and he’s come to the loft at nights to see Magnus working hard, but he’s never seen him asleep at his desk.
The whole setting is so peaceful and serene and the lights throw this aura of warmness over Magnus and Alec is sorely tempted to take a picture.
He ends up just standing there for close to a minute, just looking at his boyfriend, before he snaps out of it.
He walks towards the sleeping warlock and gently picks him up with both hands, bridal style.
(His heart warms just a bit when Magnus nuzzles his head onto his chest.)
Alec carries him to the room and lays him on the bed. He climbs in behind him and together, they lie down, one asleep,the other almost there.
A shadowhunter and a warlock.
One hundreds of years old and the other barely at 20.
Both tangled together, pressed so close, you can hardly make out where one begins and the other ends.
They’re wrapped around each other’s bodies, unconsciously curling into each other.
Alec lets Magnus’s comforting warmth lull him to sleep and as he’s about to drop off, he hears a muffled I love you and all he can do is tighten his arms around the man, pull him impossibly closer and hum in response.
Protests broke out in the
Ashfall Waste following the controversial legislation announced early this month.
Concluding a very close vote, it was announced that flameweed would be
legalized in the Blacksand Annex on January 4th. Commentators on the
matter shared mixed views as the news spread like, well, wildfire.
A middle-aged nocturne
from the neighboring Molten Scar put in his two cents arguing, “It only makes
sense; a fire-resistant plant like flameweed is an obvious economic boost to
the Ashfall area.”
A younger dragon local to
the Southern Icefield was less convinced, only stating, “It’s just
irresponsible. First they’re legalizing flameweed in the Ashfall. Next it’ll be
‘vaping’ in the Windswept Plateau. It’s a slippery slope, and they know it.”
When locals of the
Blacksand Annex were polled on the issue, however, there was far less
controversy. An interview with a youth club in the area was very decisive, as four
giggling spirals gave their thoughts.
“I don’t know what anyone’s
even upset about, man,” slurred Bentley, almost tripping on his own wing. “I
feel great. We all feel great. Flameweed is great.” His companions nodded
vigorously, the youngest finally speaking up only to yell, “420 blaze it!” Our
reporters are still unsure what the unintelligible slang means.
Experts say evidence backs
up claims from either side. The economy of the Ashfall Waste saw a 12% increase
following the legalization, and farmers throughout the area experienced
improved prospects. However, clans in the Annex also saw a reduction in labor
as dragons everywhere claimed they were “Ashfall Wasted.”
Reporting in from a very
baked Blacksand Annex, this is The Sornieth
But just a friendly suggestion: when y’all having conversations on a posts that go REALLY REALLY LONG, it’d be wise to always delete the previous post if that makes sense.
Like you make an original post and someone reblogs it, so you reblog it back to respond. They reblog again and you reblog for a second time. That second time you reblog back, if you delete the previous post and continue to do that every time, you’ll only have one post with the conversation on it per blog that’s interacting and people won’t have to see that same conversation regress in time as they scroll down their dashboard.
Just a genuine suggestion so people’s dashboards don’t get spammed by one post. I mean the first time you see the post on your dashboard you are seeing the latest conversation right? So as you scroll down you are seeing the same thing but with less and less dialogue each time. So It makes more sense to just delete the old reblog bc you aren’t loosing anything. Your old comments will remain on the latest post and you’ll have the original post and the post with ALL the comments and that’s it.
Under the cut is a list of 20 potential gossip blog personalities to help create a more unique gossip blog in your RP group. For each one I’ve included their motivation to gossip, possible reasons for them to send out tasks, what sort of people they like and dislike, and what kind of RPs they are good for. When I made these, I had in mind RPs were the gossip blog plays an active role in instigating conflicts through tasks, but most of them can be adapted to more passive blogs.
I expect I’ll get a lot of hate over this but I’m going to reiterate and expand upon what I said on Twitter - I kind of agree with what Jared is saying, but not how he said it. His words could have been chosen better (and his sense of timing was pretty poor) but that doesn’t justify the disgusting comments and hate being sent his way.
If someone not in the public eye died as a result of drug use the public would blame the drug user for being a drug user. Just because someone famous dies as a result of drug use doesn’t make them any less to blame for their own actions.
I mean, when a non-smoker develops cancer it’s a tragedy, but when a smoker who is aware of the risks of smoking develops lung cancer as a result of smoking it’s less of a tragedy - they have to accept responsibility for their choices.
Yes, addiction is a terrible thing and people struggle with it and we should support them, but ultimately the vast majority of addictions are self-inflicted. Those with addictions are not blameless victims, and people tend to overlook that.
your post remind me that once I read someone's post saying how could someone ship harurin after reading high speed! because haru is super angry with rin all the time (ok, those weren't the exact words it was a long time ago but you get the point) and I was like duuude, that's the reason 8) AS INCREDIBLE AS IT SOUNDS
Heh, I’d get that, if it didn’t operate on two logical fallacies:
#1: the characters in HS! are all unreliable narrators to an extent (they’re 12 years old, jfc; entire lit criticisms are based on the idea that no child character can ever be a reliable narrator for obvious reasons)
#2: the point isn’t what he feels, but why; why Rin initially makes him so angry, and what Haruka still does in spite of it – namely, accepts Rin (as well as the others) into his life.
To gloss over this part of the light novel… well, is to gloss over a huge chunk of Haruka’s character development prior to Free!, because Rin is an important catalyst in his personal growth; it doesn’t mean the other characters are any less important, but they’re just different. For the majority of HS!, Haruka’s angry at everyone, albeit in different ways; he’s angry at everything and anything that dares drag him out of his solitude, because that solitude is his defense mechanism towards the world. Rin bears the biggest brunt of it because he also pushes the hardest. He manages to hit a nerve without even trying, because everything about Rin is something Haruka should detest; yet he cannot shut Rin out of his life, and in the end, he doesn’t even want to.
Thing is, comments like that make even less sense when applying HS! to Free! – we know Haruka was so troubled by Rin’s mere existence when they were children, and here he is, 12 episodes later, running after Rin with what the stage directions described as nothing short of reckless abandon. The whole reason for this is because Rin is, and always was, important to Haruka; it’s not a question of shipping it, but understanding the dynamic between the two of them, and the reason for Haruka’s anger. If we take Haruka’s words at face value, then sure, I can sort of understand such a limited view – but regardless of whether that’s being intentionally obtuse about the source material or simply unable to discern those layers of cause-and-effect in the narrative, there’s a reason why both HS! and Free! focus on Haruka and Rin mentally waging a war over one another like cats and dogs, only to give one another something more important than anything: honest friendship.
/edit oop didn’t mean to type lit theory, meant more as in criticism used to theoretically approach literary work
A/N: sorry for the long wait, I never had time to finish writing but i’m considering making this into a fanfic as well as my Werewolf Ashton one, but only if people actually read it so let me know if you would? :)
I don’t remember anything after that. The next thing that registered in my mind was the soft blankets that surrounded me. My head was pounding right above my left eye, and I slowly opened them to a soft morning light leaking through a window into an unfamiliar room. I jolted up, ignoring the pain in my head that flared up.
“I thought you’d never wake up.”
My head whipped around at the sound of his voice. Luke lounged in a desk chair as he watched me. He had changed his clothes since the bonfire. He was dressed in all black, aside from the grey knitted beanie that pushed back his hair.
“What happened?” I asked, finally raising my hand to the pounding spot on my head
I’d been cut, but I could already tell it’d been starting to heal “How long have I been sleeping? Does my mom know where I am? Oh god.. I left my siblings at the bonfire, what if they didn’t get home?” I went into a frenzy of questions, asking myself more then asking Luke
“Hang on a second, calm down, I’ve got a lot to explain.” Luke stood from the chair and walked towards the picture window
He went to run his hand through his hair, as if he forgot he had the beanie on. Then he just pinched the bridge of his nose for a second, and
turned his back to me.
“This is bad, isn’t it?”
“Well, I wasn’t really planning on having any human in this town figuring out what I am.”
Memories from the bonfire came back to my mind slowly. The old folklore, Luke rushing away in a hurry, me leaving my brother and sister, following Luke’s footsteps and then Luke suddenly sprouting fangs. Fangs. He had fangs. Like a vampire, like the folklore.
“Just to set the record straight…”
“I’m a vampire.” He confirmed
“That doesn’t freak you out?”
“Uh, I wouldn’t say that. But I mean, how bad could you be? You seem to hang around human’s easily enough without attacking them, you’re no Dracula.”
He laughed, but it seemed sad. He still hadn’t turned from the window, and he placed his forehead against the glass. I shifted out from under the covers and sat on the edge of the bed. I realized that I was only in my underwear and a teeshirt that was way to big to be mine.
“Hope you don’t mind.” Luke said, turning to see me staring down awkwardly at my bare legs
“Doesn’t really matter now if I do, what’s done is done.”
“You’re reacting a lot better then I thought you would have.”
“I guess, I just don’t see how freaking out would help the situation.”
He sighed and paced in front of the windows “I really don’t know what I’m supposed to do with you now.” He mumbled, almost so that I couldn’t hear him
“You could just let me go home..” I suggested
He raised a suspicious eyebrow at me and set his lips in a grim line “But-“
“But I won’t tell anyone you’re a vampire or that you’re anything but ordinarily human and as long as you don’t harm anyone in town your secret is safe with me.”
“Why would you do that?”
I shrugged “Why shouldn’t I? You’ve never given me a reason to dislike you, aside from the fact that you borrowed Julius Caesar without asking, and the people here are satisfied enough just listening to vampire folklore, they don’t need the real thing.”
“How can I trust you?”
“Just do it, and if I betray your trust shame on you, but I won’t, so we can both go on living our lives like this didn’t even happen.”
“Except it did.” he counteracted
“Do you want to make this so complicated for yourself?” I threw up my hands in exasperation before flopping back onto the bed
“No, but I like having you around enough to make you stay here a little longer.” He sat down next to me and I looked up at him from my position on the bed
“You never told me what happened last, er, was it last night?”
“You fainted after you saw the whole vampire thing”
“Of course I would do something like that!” I covered my face with my hand but I laughed
There wasn’t any sense getting embarrassed in front of Luke anymore, he already knew I was klutzy and awkward, might as well add ‘faints easily’ on the list. But he laughed with me, making me feel a little bit better.
“I couldn’t just leave you in the snow, because I couldn’t assume anyone would find you. But I also couldn’t take you home and explain to your parents where your siblings were or how you were passed out with a big gash on your head.”
“How’d that happen anyway?”
“Just great, wait till someone finds the rock, that’ll really get some gossip going in town,” Luke winced a little at my comment “But, in all seriousness, I swear not to tell anyone about you.” I covered
“I trust you on that, [Y/N].”
“Great, now can I have my clothes back so I can go home?”
“Of course.” Luke left the room
I finally took my time to really look around the room, since Luke wasn’t in it anymore, I didn’t feel compelled to watch him. I stood from the bed and walked over to the floor to ceiling window. The house over looked a huge river surrounded by a forest. We had to be closer to the North side of town, it was furthest away from the large bonfire pit and less people lived around here, due to the mass amount of trees. It would make sense that Luke wanted to live out here, less people meant less being able to found about who he was. On the left wall was a built in bookshelf, I ran my fingers over the spines as I read some of the names. Luke really had an extensive collection, but stuff like that had to come with having eternity at your fingertips.
“Like what you see?” Luke asked from somewhere behind me
“It’s impressive.” I commented
“You should see the rest of the house.” He laughed,
I turned around as he placed my pile of clothes on the bed. For the first time, he seemed a little shy, as he ducked his head and exited the room again. Obviously giving me some space to get dressed. When I was done, I left the room. Luke was in the hallway, waiting.
“I’ll drive you home now, if you want.”
“Oh! I don’t wanna waste your time, I can walk.”
“[Y/N] I’ve got all the time in the world, and I don’t think you’d wanna walk back to town from here.” He smiled and headed down the stairs, not waiting for me to follow
I took my time though, soaking in the rest of the interior of the house. It was large and really modern looking, as if it had been built in the last three years. It felt lonely too, like it wasn’t being lived in, it looked like the houses from the home renovation magazines my mom always read.
“Does anyone else live here?” I questioned
“Nah, just me.”
“Don’t you ever get lonely?”
“Yeah, I mean I’ll be alone for eternity.”
“Aren’t there other Vampires?”
“I’ve tried to join clans but I just don’t really fit in, I’m still to in touch with humans, and they don’t consider me one of them.” He turned away from me and bowed his head just a little
“I’m sorry I brought it up..”
“In all honestly, you’re like the only person who didn’t make me feel out of place. I don’t fit in with humans and I don’t fit in with vampires. But you don’t make it feel that way.”
“Well, I’m glad then.”
We finally reached the garage in Luke’s house and opened up the passenger side door of a sleek black sports car. He gestured to it and I climbed in, the door closing silently behind me. He got into the driver’s seat and backed the car out of the open garage door.
“So, where do you live?” He asked, with a smirk on his face
I love you (😘😘) but respectfully disagree with the defense of poor vulnerable Sam. "We're lucky he hasn't run for the hills?" He makes big $ playing for a living. He knew exactly what he was doing on IG. He CHOSE a public forum where he has 100k+ followers. And it has a COMMENT option. If he can't take criticism or want feedback -- positive or negative -- while he's fapping or whatever he does anywhere, then, as you said, take that shit private. Its common sense. Stop coddling him. ❤️
Perhaps “run for the hills” was a wee bit of hyperbole but what I meant was we’re lucky he still interacts with us on SM at all. Though that’s grown less and less as time has gone on and I expect it will continue to. I’m not going to presume to know what Sam was thinking at the time. Perhaps he wasn’t. Perhaps he was drunk and joking around. Yes, he should’ve known better to do something so publicly. We definitely agree on that. I sideeye Sam daily but I do think it’s a little ridiculous fans are so quick to turn on him for this. This reaction is completely over the top. I think there are multiple perspectives at play here and they often overlap, but there are a couple main ones: Shippers who were disappointed/felt betrayed that he’d carry on with a woman who isn’t Caitriona in this way and the pearl clutchers who were outraged by comments made by a man well known for being flirty and making sexual innuendos in interviews and have decided to shame him for it. Seriously, it was laced with innuendos, but what he said wasn’t even that bad. This was similar to when fans shamed him for using the word “cock” on Steve Cree’s Facebook. Except this time since a scantily clad model was involved, somehow it was even worse. The outrage reflected that. Some people are acting like he fucked this girl live on the Internet. Or as if he murdered someone. He did neither. Those fan comments are reprehensible. But yes he should take it private. And privacy is the issue here. Fans have absolutely no boundaries. I see fans commenting daily on IG accounts that they are only aware of because Sam was or is connected to them. Why? Dear God WHY? They’re not your friends. He makes money playing Jamie but that doesn’t mean we own him or deserve access to every part of his life. Believe me, I’m not coddling Sam. Sam doesn’t need me to coddle him. He’s got thousands of other fans trying to do that. He’s also a grown man. A grown man who enjoys his fap material.