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kieran ★ love, it will get you nowhere / you’re on your own / lost in the wild ★ hulkling

[kieran-whittard]

[ 📱. ]

SEND ME 📱 AND I’LL MAKE A FAKE TWEET FROM MY MUSE TO YOURS.

kieran w. @kiersforfears 

@elwynenterprises listen if you can invent time travel you can invent a hoverboard don’t pull a back to the future and lie to me nothing is more disappointing than the lack of floating skateboards post 2015 sort it out lads

[kieran-whittard]

👄 + clementine

send a ‘👄 + character name’ and my muse will talk about that character

Ha! Like he needs to be prompted to talk about Clementine.

She’s literally the best person on this whole planet. I know I haven’t actually met that many people but just trust me when I say that she is. There is no one kinder, I mean, do you know anyone that you have to convince to do nice things for themselves? I thought not. We got ice cream the other day and I had to convince her not to give her entire scoop to some stray cats. Well, I tried and she did it anyway so I let her share mine but the point is that Clementine should be President or something when we’re older because we’d have to outsource to another planet to find someone even on the same level as her. 

[unfortunatemuses]

Send me 📱 and I'll make a fake tweet from my muse to yours.

[kato-wolf]

lucid dream | open starter

[kieran-whittard]

kato-wolf‌:

Somnium had no expectations of who might be approaching him, had made no assumptions aside from the likelihood of them being someone he wouldn’t have to explain his abilities to—or his purpose for being on a fire escape in the middle of the night. 

So he wasn’t necessarily surprised by the young man’s face, but there was something about the openness on it, the earnestness, that made Somnium look twice. 

The young man was handsome—strikingly so—youthful and inviting. And he spoke with a casualness about him that Somnium appreciated—that Kato would have appreciated more. He wished, suddenly but somewhat bleakly, that he was feeling more himself for this interaction, because on any other night he might have felt buoyantly pleased about the company. 

For now, he is  contentedly not displeased, and hopes that’s enough. 

“You’re not stealing anything,” he replied, a casual shake of his head. “Free world, after all.” He looked over at him, and from behind his mask and the shadow of his hood, he offered a flicker of a smile. “And you’re more than welcome to share it with me.” There he was. That familiar self he knew, making a bit of an appearance.

He wasn’t slow. He’d been told never to call himself or let anyone else call him slow. But it had taken Kieran a few minutes to realise this guy might be an actual vigilante. It was the mask and the hood that gave it away really. Kier had fought alongside plenty of powered people since he moved to Ceres but none who were organised or established enough to have a costume. Most of them just wore hoodies, and then the hoods always fell down. Kieran looked down at himself, at his trainers and joggers and hoodie and realised he really didn’t look the part. Not that he’d planned to do any hero work tonight, it just, would’ve been nice. 

It was hard to get a measure on the guy when he was so covered up though. And Kieran couldn’t exactly use his nose on a random stranger, it would look too weird. So he was stuck trying to suss him out like a normal person, being a human must be so annoying, he thought. “Cool, thanks.” Kieran nodded, leaning over the rails with crossed arms, careful to keep his eyes on the other man. He chuckled at the other’s comment, trying not to let his sudden nervousness show. “So, uh, what do I call you? Emo Robin Hood?”

[kato-wolf]

lucid dream | open starter

[kieran-whittard]

kato-wolf‌:

He’s been alone for what feels like days. Lost in a blur of daily and nightly Somnium. He’s hardly been anything else. Approaching a place where he feels like he could forget Kato, maybe even for weeks at a time. Patrolling all day, stalking thugs all night. Coming home drenched and exhausted just as the sun is kissing the horizon. Time enough to drown himself in a scalding, long shower, then trip over his peeled-off Somnium gear and fall face down into his covers.

Getting up to do it all over again four hours later.

He’s taken some time off work—at Rouge, that is. Had done so in a desperation to throw himself into a job he’d more or less been born into. One that had shaped the man he’d grown up to be, influenced his life as both Kato and the shadow of a spritely, spirited boy. A shadow he’d called Somnium, a long time ago.

It might have been his unsettling run-in with an old friend, now enemy—someone calling herself Nightingale—who’d incidentally managed to strip away layers of his carefully crafted armour, like a whittler does a length of cedar or pine. He’d watched the shavings fall, fresh and aromatic at his feet, and woken the next day, a little more numbed than before.

Or it could have been his father—the anniversary of his death always leaves a mark in Kato, leaves him less himself for a few days of the week leading up to his annual trip to the man’s grave. But never had it lingered in him this long. Never had he hidden away in the safety of Somnium’s masked guard, to escape Kato’s youthful and optimistic vulnerability. It was safer here, in an unrecognized hero’s lair.

But in all honesty, it was likely a combination of the lot. One thing after another compounding until he’d woken one hour in the middle of a cold night and been reduced to running from his own weakness. Just like that, in a blink of an eye, he’d resorted to keeping himself busy in the shell of a person who was both familiar and foreign. Both fabricated and innate. Somnium. Like a reoccurring lucid dream.

He’s sitting on the floor of a fire escape about twelve stories up an apartment building in the middle of downtown. The city lights glitter, mesmerizing and reflective in his gaze, and as his legs swing the edge, sinewy arms folded over the middle horizontal bar, he lets sparks jump over his knuckles in an undulating wave—like a surreal version of rolling a coin over the backs of your fingers. A supernatural parlour trick. He does it absently, from one hand, to the next, and back again, hardly paying it any attention as he looks instead out over the city’s horizon, watching flashing lights dart to and fro, listening to the echo of wailing sirens. It would seem, that no matter how much crime he fights or prevents, the city never fails to provide, time and time again. Is it all pointless then, he wonders? All of this vigilante business? Is there an end to this unwinnable battle they’d all signed up for?

He hears the approach, but doesn’t turn around. Doesn’t bother to move at all. At this hour, this high up the side of a building, it’s likely a vigilante, anyway. And if not—well, he’ll cross that bridge when he gets to it.

As the shadow nears him, standing and leaning on the railing next to him, he looks over slightly, at a set of legs, but doesn’t have the energy to look up at them from where he sits. He turns his face away again.

“Nice night for some building scaling, is it?”

Maybe this wasn’t exactly what Clementine had in mind when she told Kieran he needed to make some more friends. Yeah, she probably just wanted him to talk somehow else at the Academy for once. She definitely hadn’t guessed that he’d climb a building instead at some ridiculous time that Kieran would never admit to. But now it definitely counted as socialising, cause this guy happened to be here as well. Kieran couldn’t think of another reason why someone would be on this fire escape, but he hoped it wasn’t for a fight, he was way too tired for a fight. “Yeah, I figure fresh air’s good for you, so thought I might as well.” Kier answered as he leaned against the railing, talking casually as if they weren’t several stories up. “I’m not stealing your spot or anything am I?” He sincerely hoped he said no, Kieran didn’t want to face the awkward encounter that would ensue if he had to turn on his heels and find another building to sit on.

[kieran-whittard]

clementine-kent‌:

How did she get here? The memories of the last few hours were blurry as Clementine found herself laying on a damp cement floor, head throbbing and vision spinning. Distant thoughts of memories shifted in and out of her mind as she tried to sit up, but her head kept swimming and the world around her couldn’t seem to stay still. Fingers pressed into the gritty floor as she blinks. Where was she? How did she get here? The questions kept coming with small pieces of explanations that she could only somewhat remember. 

She was walking home from Nova’s shop. It was late. She shouldn’t have been walking along. People were behind her. Were they following her? No they couldn’t be, it was all in her head. She turned a corner. They were still following. She moves faster. They keep up. Tall men in dark masks chase her down. She tries to fight back, but they hit her over the head with something. Everything goes black. 

Her head pounds, and she knows that her brain could be swelling, having only just really recovered from when the beast had attacked her. Her heart beats quickly. Where was she? Where had those men taken her? She swallows, trying to steady herself–trying to pull her cheek up from the cold floor. It’s dark, it’s cold, and she shivers in fear of what she might be doing here. She doesn’t know that she’s being held below the Archive, awaiting her turn in the ring, but she knows that something bad is going to happen, and it sends her stomach into knots. The room spins again and she closes her eyes, giving into the blackness as her mind slips into an unconscious state again. 

Nightmares were not unusual for Kieran. At this point he almost expected to have one every night. But usually they were visions of himself, being trapped in small spaces or running out of air to breathe or drowning. Last night’s dream was different. Clementine had been snatched away from him by some hidden force and no matter how fast he ran to catch them they disappeared into the darkness. And this time when he woke up, clutching at his sheets and sweat running down his back, the fear hadn’t subsided.

That was an hour ago. Now he’d chucked clothes on over his boxers and was legging all over town. He hated using his powers but he’d do anything to find Clementine. So here he was, middle of the night, nose to the ground as he attempted to track her. He knew the Beast had this ability, which usually meant that he did too, not that he’d ever tried to actually use it. Super strength and super speed were useful, super smell? Not so much. He’d grabbed a jumper that Clementine had left in his room, since about every movie he’d seen they always gave something that belonged to the person to the dog. Oh for fucks sake, he thought, I’m the fucking dog. As as weird as he felt smelling it, and as much as he didn’t have time to think about how nice it smelled, it was definitely helping. Kieran found himself down a dark alley, using his torch to check the dark corners but of course there it was, right in the centre. Clementine’s phone. 

He felt his blood freeze. His whole body going rigid as he bent to pick it up. Something was wrong. Someone had taken her. Chased her down this alley with nowhere to go before scooping her up. Clementine, who’d never hurt a fly. Clementine who only ever wanted to help others. He felt his blood begin to boil. Let’s make them pay, the Beast growled, feeding off the anger Kieran was exerting. “We find Clem first, get her somewhere safe. Then- Then you can do whatever you want with them.” Kieran gripped the phone in his hand, his brows furrowed as he thought about the deal he’d just made. Excellent. 

With the fresh scent from the phone and the Beast on side, Kieran found the building in a matter of minutes. It was so dark, Kieran had no idea what it even was. But the guards at the back door needed to be fired. He ducked in and out of doorways, hiding in the shadows, listening out for footsteps and whispers, all the while sure he was getting closer and closer to Clementine. He was no closer to figuring out what this place was, but he knew it was evil. He’d found tons of empty cages, rags scattered on the ground, and he knew worst of all, crates and barrels full of shoes. He may not have been to school in a decade but he knew what the meant. Eventually he opened a door and the scent was so strong it burnt his nose. Slipping into the room he found it was another full of cages, but only one of the doors were locked. “Clementine?” He whispered, terrified of anyone or anything hearing him. “Clementine, it’s me. Are you in there?” Kieran pressed himself against the door, looking for a crack, but he didn’t need to see to know she was in there. He’d found Clementine, and he was going to save her. 

[kieran-whittard]

anhthenme‌:

“shoot,” anh sat by the bus stop.  she promised she would stop walking around by herself and she made sure to uphold that promise even more.  especially since the people who robbed the ardent last week still weren’t caught.  although, the online world buzzed and claimed that it was angels.  that claim was one that anh thought was ridiculous, by the way - angels were the good guys, right?  she didn’t know.  “wait …,” anh muttered as she came across the images of the stolen weapons and artifacts on her phone.  she stopped at the horn - golden, bejeweled … and her eyes widened as she set the phone on her thigh.  she reached for her backpack, unzipped it and reached in for the horn.  she did took it out, just barely as she looked back and forth from the photo to the item in her hands.  it was one in the same.

“oh my god, oh my god,” anh shoved the horn back into her backpack and zipped it shut immediately.  in doing so, her phone fell off to the ground.  as she reached for her phone, all she could do was scold herself for picking up the artifact.  they said the artifacts had been scattered through the town, but she did not expect to be someone who found it.  she should have left it but she swore that it had called over to her.  “ughhhh,” anh said as she gently smacked here cheek, “i’m such an idiot!”

Even though he would never admit it to Aurelia, Kieran really liked walking Coco. It was like they understood each other, or at least like Coco understood him. He definitely would’ve taken her lead off by now if he didn’t think some council person would shout at him for being unsafe. But just because she was a big dog didn’t mean she was dangerous, Kieran was an expert at judging that equation. Coming up to the bus stop, Kier heard the cry and surged forward, though he was relieved to find it was only because someone had dropped their phone. “Here,” he bent down to hand it back to her, brows knitted together as he took her face in. “Hey, I know you, from the Academy. You’re Anh, right? Are you okay? I- .” Suddenly Coco began barking and snarling at Anh’s backpack, and Kieran quickly got to his knees to calm the dog down. “Hey, what are you yelling for? Everyone from the Academy smells like they have powers you know that, mate.”

[kieran-whittard]

clementine-kent‌:

Kieran’s hand was soft in hers, and while the last time he’d been this close to her, the beast had come out and attacked her, she somehow felt safe. She got a small knot in her stomach that seemed to burst with little butterflies as he looked at her, but she swallowed the thought, her mind filled with too many thoughts to really consider this one too deeply. She hated how he looked at her right now, she could practically feel the guilt radiating off of him. She wanted to help him push it away, to assure him that it wasn’t his fault, but she knew that was far easier said than done. She had her own guilts that she’d been working to swallow; but again she wasn’t going to think about those now. She watched him wipe his eyes, a motion she was all too familiar with. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” She says again, letting him know it’s okay if he cries. She knows there’s hypocrisy in her words, since she hated to cry in front of others as well. But she was the type that always wanted others to be okay, and feel okay,  and sometimes that meant just letting it out. His fingers tightened around hers, and she was glad her hand wasn’t hurt, because the security of it made her feel grounded. She keeps quiet as he speaks, not wanting to interrupt him in fear that he wouldn’t keep sharing what he wanted to.  The first moment she’d met Kieran, she knew he was hiding something. He was quiet, and recluse, but she never asked. She knew everyone had their own demons they fought, and that if he ever felt that he wanted to share those with her, he would. She wasn’t one to pry, rather be there when her friends needed. She’d spent a lot of time in the last few weeks just being around Kieran. They didn’t speak much, but she read and he played his game, and they quietly enjoyed each other’s company. But throughout it all she could tell there was something that weighed on him greatly, and now she understood. 

Clementine runs a thumb over his knuckles as she squeezes gently back, eyes so soft as she looks at him, feeling his pain coming off him in waves. “Oh Kieran…” She blinks, choosing each word carefully. “That must be so hard for you. It must be very scary.. not knowing when he’s going to come out.” She wants to know that she’s not scared of him–the beast maybe, but she understands that while they share a body, they are not the same.  “This wasn’t your fault Kier… I promise, I don’t blame you.” She runs her thumb over his knuckles again soothingly, wishing she could do more to comfort him. “Please, please don’t blame yourself. I’m going to be okay.” 

If this had happened any other way, Kieran would have been ecstatic. He would have raced down the halls, jumped on his bed, burst into Aurelia’s office to tell her all about it. And it would have happened sweetly, on a couch in the common room. Clementine’s arm would have fallen loosely down from her lap and Kieran would have reached out and laced their fingers together and it would have been the most amazing moment of his life. This was not the most amazing moment of his life. His gaze flickered between their hands and her face, imagining Clem without the bandages on her head, without the hospital band around her wrist. Without the bleeping machines and yellow lights and rough cotton sheets. But he didn’t have to imagine her smile, or the softness of her hand in his, or the way she was looking at him. At least, he hoped he wasn’t imagining it.

“Yeah, hey, no, don’t worry about me. I guess when you haven’t actually cried in a while it all comes out at once.” He let out a feeble laugh, wiping away the last of the wetness from his cheeks. It was true that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried before this, but he knew he must have been alone. It was nice not to be alone. Kieran couldn’t be sure if it was the way she looked at him, or how she was running her thumb over his hand, but she gave him goosebumps. He would have shivered if his chest didn’t feel so warm. It was like she was wrapping a blanket around his shoulders. And as much as Kieran knew he ought to be doing that for Clementine, he would do anything to feel like this forever. “I don’t deserve your kindness, you should blame me. I mean I blame me. I wanted to tell you so many times, I almost did once but I thought you wouldn’t like me anymore if you knew. And now- now I don’t mind if you don’t like me anymore. You can ask me to go away forever and I will. I promise.” The thought of never seeing Clementine again was like a punch to his stomach, but it was worth it for her. He’d do anything for her. “There’s no one else to blame, Clem. Just me.”

[kieran-whittard]

aureliaxvale‌:

Seeing how Kieran interpreted her words caused Aurelia to press her lips into a thin line as she remained silent. It was the harsh reality of being a mutant or any powered being, but she wasn’t going to sugar coat the whole ordeal. “I said you can be in control, but there’s always room for improvement and further discoveries of what you’re capable of.” explained the Director. “Don’t shy away from it, it’s inevitable to avoid who you are.” However, his next question caused her to tense up slightly as she rarely revealed her past to her students. Therefore, she opted for a vague response and said,  “Depends on your definition of worst.”

She could see his frustrations, but she was only trying to get him to reveal how he felt. He was the type of student who kept to himself and preferred to keep it that way. Although now that he was with the Director, that in itself changes everything. “I understand, but you should give yourself more credit than that. At the Academy, you’ve been doing a great job at associating yourself with the other students and staff. I’m sure you had your moments where the Beast in you wanted to come out, but you’re learning to gain control of your own body right?” Raising a brow, she decided to challenge him and ask, “Alright, how about this: when will it be the right or safe time for you to be outside in the real world?” She truly wanted to know his stance on things, seeing as she hoped he didn’t expect that staying within the Academy walls was the only solution.

“Coco is a big and fluffy dog. She’s a German Sheppard and Samoyed mix and I’m certain she would love to meet you.” Aurelia let out a laugh and shook her head, “She’s been with someone who can cause a natural disaster in a heartbeat. I think it’s an excellent idea. Besides, it’s either that or I’ll make you team up with the student council and run errands around the City for Academy supplies and prep for events.” At this point Kieran had to take her up on her offer, because she would have if she was in his position. “So what do you say? Coco or the Altimira’s ever so lovely Student Council?” 

“It’s not who I am though... It’s what he is.” Kieran said under his breath, kicking a stone on the pavement as he walked. The annoying thing was that he knew Aurelia was probably right. All of his teachers talked about letting your powers become a part of you instead of thinking of them as separate from you. Unfortunately for Kieran, separating himself from the Beast was all he’d ever wanted and finding out that wasn’t an option was disappointing to say the least. “Like, have you ever hurt someone that you wish you hadn’t? Not a bad-guy or anything, someone that you never intended to do anything bad to?” He knew it was a loaded question but he needed to know he wasn’t the worst person on Earth.

Aurelia, I have two friends. He thought, though appreciated that for him that was a pretty big number. And he guessed it was also true that he’d never transformed within the walls of the Academy. Which was quite good seeing as he’d had to push back the feeling halfway through class a few times. But none of that was good enough to Kieran. What was the point of progress if you never got to the end result? “When I never hear the Beast in my head. When the day comes and I can’t feel its presence at the back of my brain. Then I’ll go out into the world and be an actual person.” Kieran chuckled slightly at his phrasing, only meaning at the moment he felt more hermit than person, but knowing this wasn’t exactly a light conversation to laugh about. 

The younger boy grinned as Aurelia started talking about her dog, glad to hear that she was definitely among the breeds that could probably take a chunk out of the Beast’s arm if need be. Not that Kieran ever wanted to test that theory, especially if it meant he lost a chunk of his arm too. As she continued speaking Kieran’s eyes widened, a look of terror on his face as he unconsciously shook his head. “Coco. Definitely, one hundred percent Coco. No offence to the student council but that literally sounds like the worst thing ever.”

[kieran-whittard]

clementine-kent‌:

Clementine’s father was a fighter. She’d learnt from a young age what it meant to stand true and strong as she watched him in the ring. She’d grown up around boxers, much to her mother’s dismay, but Rhea had fallen in love with the tall strong man with gentle eyes and a soft heart, so she often found herself with baby Clementine on her hip, watching her husband fight like his life depended on it. For Clementine, it was magical to watch her father, her hero, do what he was so incredibly talented at doing. But like many others, Markus had his own demons that he dealt with. Monsters that hid inside his mind that held him captive for days on end, while Clementine sat by his side, projecting soft illusions of colour in his dark room. Her father had taught her to be strong, to raise her chin a little higher when the world seemed to be pushing against you.

Swallowing against the dry lump in her throat, Clementine thought of her father now when she looked at Kieran, with his sad face and soft heart, and she knew now that he too had demons that took control of him. She now understood the brokenness in his eyes that she’d recognized the first day she’d met him. Her body ached as each breath rose and fell from her chest, an act she’d never had to focus on so much, but now each breath took work. Fingers twitch ever so slightly when he reaches for her hand, but she doesn’t pull away. The monster isn’t here anymore, and while she didn’t know if it would come out again, she let her own fingers curl around his gently. “No, no, don’t go.” She speaks quietly, her usual ramblings lost as the air hung stagnant between them. She hurt. Everything hurt. She didn’t know if she should call a nurse for the pain she felt—the last time she’d been in a hospital was when she’d broken her arm falling out of a tree when she was 7, but that pain was nothing compared to the deep ache she felt in her chest. She didn’t know how hurt she was, but for now she was fine with not knowing.

Her eyes softened more when Kieran’s eyes welled, her own wanting to cry, but she’d never been great at crying in front of others. Her fingers squeezed a little around his, an attempt to comfort. “Hey, no… I’m okay.” She didn’t know if it was the truth, but her natural instinct was to make it better.  “Kieran, Iook at me, I’m awake. I’m okay.” She wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him, or herself in that moment, but she continued. “I know that wasn’t you… I know that… okay?”

Now that is was happening, Kieran couldn’t remember the last time he’d held someone else’s hand. He wondered if the sensation of skin on skin always felt warm. If the heat always travelled up your arm and made you feel safe. Another thought crossed his mind, making his heart race as he tried to ignore it. But he wondered, maybe, if this was only how it felt when you held the hand of someone you really liked. And when that someone squeezed your fingers back, it probably would feel like you’d forgotten how to breathe. Kieran’s gaze rose to Clementine’s face as she spoke, her usual chirpy voice quiet and strained, he could feel the guilt of it in his stomach. 

Kieran wiped furiously at his eyes as one tear managed to brew over, he had no right to cry and he knew it. He wasn’t the one laying in a hospital bed. He wasn’t the victim. The feel of Clementine squeezing his hand should’ve been amazing. It should’ve made his stomach do flips. Instead he just felt so enormously guilty. When she asked he let his eyes fall on her, still soft, but now determined. “Clem, you don’t have to try and make me feel better. I don’t even deserve that. But you- you deserve to know what I am. I...” Squeezing her hand for strength he wondered how much longer he could push his luck like this before she inevitably decided to kick him out. “I’m a mutant. And- and I have this ability that, it’s like Jekyll and Hyde. And my Hyde is called the beast and it- it did this to you. You’re safe though. It gets quiet after it comes out. It can’t hurt you anymore. I won’t ever let it hurt you again.” 

[kieran-whittard]

aureliaxvale‌:

Aurelia stopped walking as she looked over at Kieran with a soft smile. “See that’s the thing. Truth be told Mr. Whittard, timing isn’t everything in this case.” At first, she could see why he might not take her words as reassurance. However, the Director continued to explain herself by adding, “You see, there’s no specific end all, be all time where you’ll grow out of it. Therefore, I can’t give you an exact age, but…” Her voice trailed off as she proceeded to continue their walk forward. “I can assure you that everyone gains control the moment they put their heart and mind into it. It doesn’t come easy, but if you work towards it and maintain that motivation, then you can achieve what you want.” Reminiscing her youth, Aurelia remembered how reckless and impatient she was, but luckily she outgrew that. “It’s a cliche thought, but it’s the truth. I’ve done so many things that I regret or wished I had a grasp on when it came to my abilities that I eventually told myself I’d have to get better. Although, I’ll be honest and add that this is a continuous learning process.”

Pointing at his gameboy, she used that as an example and said, “Well you’ve already started going to the corner store to pick up those batteries. Problem is you stocked up a bunch till your next visit. Try to limit yourself, so you could go out more. Basically, what I’m trying to get at is that you should slowly go out of your comfort zone, which is outside the Academy walls.” Pressing her lips into a thin line, she knew Kieran would have suggested someone suited other than himself. Therefore, she shook her head and smiled. “I know Zeus is good with animals, therefore he has all the time in the world to go to my office and meet Coco. However, you on the other hand love to keep to yourself and I’d like to change that. Walking my dog could be considered as a small goal and if you enjoy it, we can embed it in your routine.”

Kieran liked Aurelia. He really did. She was cool and nice and funny and Kieran had never seen her fight or use her abilities properly but he bet she was really bad-ass with them. However, she was not very good with reassuring. The boy stared at the ground as she spoke, fingers twitching at his sides as he accepted what he really didn’t want to hear. There was no guarantee the beast would ever go away. Kieran felt he’d already put everything he could into controlling his power, there wasn’t much else to do underground for ten years. “So, what you’re saying is, I can try all I want but I’ll never be in full control. Like you’re still learning now and I know that mutant powers develop overtime as well and I don’t even want to control the beast I just want it gone but it doesn’t sound like that’s ever gonna happen. I don’t think anyone can just will their powers away.” Kieran cut himself off from talking, his breath shaky as he turned his head towards his companion. “Aurelia, what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?”

He stared at her with wide eyes, not believing that Aurelia would be silly enough to really mean the things she was suggesting. “My whole point of coming to the Academy is that I’m not safe to be outside yet. That’s why I bought like twenty batteries back there so I wouldn’t have to come outside and put people in danger again.” His voice had ever so slightly tipped into frustration and the moment it did a familiar murmur rose up in the back of his mind. But he wasn’t going to let it happen here. Lucky for him it had only been a second and Kieran had ten years of practice of extinguishing that flame before it turned into anything more. Unfurling his hands from where he’d dug his fingernails into his palms, Kieran attempted to smile at Aurelia, letting his thoughts settle on a much more pleasing image. “Is Coco a big dog? I just think it would be a good idea if it could take me down, just in case. I really don’t want anything to happen to your dog. Even if I do enjoy walking it. I still don’t think it’s a good idea.”

[kieran-whittard]

clementine-kent‌:

She couldn’t see the world around her, her lids too heavy. But her head, oh god her head hurt. Pain drove into her head like sharp spikes and she was sure at any moment her skull would crack open. She didn’t know if minutes or hours passed, but she knew she was alive, the pain reminded her of that. Her chest ached with each laboured breath, but she continued to suck in the cool air. Voices suddenly boomed around her and hands gripped her body, and she could have sworn she called out in pain, but no noise actually found its way out of her lungs. 

Paramedics rush her into the emergency room, bodies and hands working quickly around her, voices calling out orders. She fazes in and out of consciousness, the glimmer of illusioned butterflies flitting around the heads of the doctors. Her lips murmur until a mask is placed over her face, coaxing her to sleep.  

Numerous hours later, she’d undergone surgery to relieve the swelling in her brain and numerous stitches along the wounds where the beast’s claws had dug into her side, she now lies in the hospital bed. Doctors were amazed that she suffered no broken limbs, and only a few cracked ribs. The real damage had been done to her head, when it had hit the bookshelves over and over again. She’d gotten lucky though, they said, that it hadn’t been worse. 

As the anesthesia wore off, Clementine first felt the dullness of the pain, eased by medications. Her eyes cracked open, and her breath caught, confusion settling in for a moment not sure where she was. Thirty seconds passed as the memories of the attack flooded her brain, and she felt her heart rate rise, the machine beside her beeping more rapidly. She swallows, the scenery around her is safe–she is safe. Her tongue runs over her dry lips, and her eyes shift around, landing on the figure beside her. “H-hey..” Her voice cracks, her chest aches with the effort. She turns her head slightly but the pain overwhelms her for a moment, causing her to close her eyes. Once the pain subsides a little, she opens her eyes, landing on the boy she’d seen transform. But she knew already that the thing he’d become… that wasn’t him. 

“Kier… are you okay?” 

It was quiet. Even for someone who spent ten years living underground the room was too quiet. Just the sound of his and Clem’s breathing and the beeping of the machine she was hooked up to. A machine that Kier hadn’t even understood the purpose of when the doctors had tried to explain to him. The voice in his head was absent as well. The beast having crawled back into the recesses of Kieran’s brain after laying waste to the girl in front of him. 

She would’ve looked peaceful if not for the stitches just above her eyebrow. Kieran knew there must be others but thankfully they were covered by bandages. He didn’t think he could’ve sat in that room knowing the full damage that he’d done to her. But she’d been asleep for hours and even Kier knew that meant nothing good.

When she speaks Kieran thinks its a hallucination. His brain playing tricks on him as per usual. But he looks up anyway, face softening as he watches her move, convinced his own hope she’ll wake up has taken control of his senses. Then she says something that Kieran didn’t think he’d hear in his wildest dreams. “Clem? You’re- .” He shakes his head. “I should be the one asking you if you’re okay. I- .” Slowly he reaches out for her hand, unsure if she’ll even be able to feel it. Wrapping his fingers around hers as his eyes begin to fill with tears. “I am so sorry. I- I can go if you want me to I just wanted to make sure you woke up.” 

[kieran-whittard]

celcstivls‌:

zeus nodded. “yeah, it was a shit show, from what i hear.” and it probably was, considering it left zeus without any memories. he sighed longingly, wishing he could remember what happened. “i’m not too sure. a giant beam summoned these aliens who tried to kill everyone. it was weird. they’d been killing mutants and nonhumans to summon the aliens, too. shit was wild.” people at the academy knew a lot about the invasion, since they had been attacked pretty early on. “well, kieran. you’re both kieran and cute.” zeus winked at the boy. he was so cute when he was flustered. “georgia? ew. i mean, there’s no harm in seeing if they’re there, right? i can turn into a bear and scare them.” zeus flashed his teeth, as if they were sharp, even though he had them still human right now. “riding a baking tray? dude, hardcore. i’d have probably gotten killed doing that.” zeus laughed. “it should, yeah. we’re up north enough for it.” 

“That sounds exactly like a movie.” Kieran frowned, unable to get to the name he was thinking of but almost certain that what the other boy described couldn’t possibly have been the truth. Aliens. Mutant sacrifices. It sounded like every sci-fi movie he’d ever watched rolled into one. He knew the Academy had been attacked but he’d never thought to actually ask anyone about it. Conversations were still something he was relearning how to do. “I think you have to tell me your name now. Oh wait I didn’t mean to be rude. Do you remember your name?” Kieran had no idea how to react to being winked at, though his cheeks did the work for him by blushing pink. “You can turn into a bear? Really? That’s so cool! But um, I don’t want to see them ever again actually. I’m happy to never go back to Georgia.” In fact Kieran didn’t think he’d ever be able to leave Ceres but he didn’t want to admit that to Zeus right now. “Do people still say hardcore? Besides I think it was because we didn’t have a sled and I didn’t have any patience. Well, if it snows, I’ll show you how to ride a baking tray. If you want.” 

[kieran-whittard]

Is there anyone you wish you could reveal your powers to but can’t?

12. Is there anyone you wish you could reveal your powers to but can’t?

“I wanted to tell Clementine but she ended up finding out in the worst way possible. I also want to tell Zeus and Paxton but I know I shouldn’t. I don’t think everyone would be as forgiving as Clem.”

[kieran-whittard]

❝ every good family film starts with a vicious murder, bambi, the lion king, saw seven. ❞

❝ every good family film starts with a vicious murder, bambi, the lion king, saw seven. ❞

“Woah, you’re right. Literally every Disney film starts with a murder. And- wait, what’s Saw? It is about an animate tool shed?”

[kieran-whittard]

❝ what the fuck is dubstep ? ❞ (from Roman)

❝ what the fuck is dubstep ? ❞

“I don’t know. Why don’t you know what it is? I thought adults were supposed to know everything.” 

[kieran-whittard]

[ enough ] , [ swat ] (zeus)

[ enough ] kieran commanding zeus to stop talking .

Sitting next to his friend on the couch, Kieran had been nodding along as the other spoke. But as he found himself closing his eyes as the conversation declined and out of desperation held his hand over his friend’s mouth. “Zeus! Stop, I don’t need to know how dogs poop. I’m really excited for you that you remembered and you’re proud of yourself but I don’t need to know how worms affect a dog’s digestive track.” 

[ swat ]  kieran swatting zeus’ hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

Aurelia was right, the campfire was a very nice idea. Kieran couldn’t remember ever being to one before but he’d watched plenty of scenes about them in almost every teen movie. He ignored the fact that most of those teen movies were also horror movies. Kieran was also excited to make s’mores, knowing that he definitely hadn’t had one before. But as he reached over to grab a marshmallow he saw movement out of the corner of his eye and surged forward to get in between his friend and the fire. Slapping Zeus’ hand out of the way from where it had been reaching out. “Dude! You can’t touch fire. It will literally burn you. How did you forget that you can’t touch fire? I’m going to lend you my ladybird book of camping, just in case.”