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updating my main verse to be completely canon divergent stay tuned

Landon's kiss did not wake Hope up from her coma.

He was made fully human and due to his insecurities and holding Hope on a pedestal, they broke up and did not get back together during the musical.

During the Necromancer's plan, Landon allowed himself to be possessed by Malivore and is currently still possessed.

#( ooc. )#legacies spoilers /#anyways this is what i added #and a little thing in the shipping section about not shipping handon unless it's with a hope i trust #as someone who's been abused? no. fucking. ma'am.

updating my main verse to be completely canon divergent stay tuned

#( ooc. )#i can't lmao

leightum

#GODDDDD #tessa keeps ruining me #( lou x landon. )#( visage. )#lets talk about the height difference too like jfc #[ queue. ]

hospital : my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened. (right after cassie tho 👀)

The last few hours had been total hell. Worse than anything any foster father could have put them through, Landon figured. What else could be worse than losing the one person that meant everything to you? Nearly losing, he corrected to try and remind himself that all wasn't lost. The panic that had set in when they'd gotten the call was unbearable, but he'd had to pull himself together so as to not show any weakness to Hector and Maria. He still wasn't sure what their reaction would be other than to tell him to pray. That alone set his teeth on edge even more. Seeing Raf had eased some of the anxiety, though, it wasn't exactly soothing to see him covered in cuts and bruises.

He stayed, though. Landon would always stay, just like Raf would for him. Whatever happened, it was them together, and he wasn't going to go back on his word even if it seemed stupid for him to curl up in the hospital chair and wait for him to wake up. And fuck, he hadn't even realized what he was going to have to tell him when he woke up– So when he finally did, the words stuck in his throat for what seemed like hours before he finally choked them out. "Cassie.. didn't make it." They were barely above a whisper, but he held onto Raf's hand tightly, just in case. "Do you need– Do you want me to let you.. uh, do you need some water, dude? What do you need? I'm here."

#wclfout #ask #( ic. )#[ queue. ]

scream : my muse hears your muse scream and quickly runs to their side. (hope)

As much as he wanted to be, Landon knew he wasn't a fighter– not in the least. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to try to be the hero he knew he could be, the hero he knew his friends needed and deserved ( even if they could take care of themselves. ) Part of him wanted to run in the opposite direction when he heard Hope yelling across the campus, and he knew that he should. At least, on some level, he knew that Hope would yell at him for risking his life, or that their other friends would scold him for putting himself at risk again. But Landon didn't care about the risks. He didn't care because he knew no matter what, he'd come back. He just needed to be better, needed to prove himself. So when he started to run, he wasn't surprised at the direction he took without thinking.

Skidding to stop in front of Hope, he didn't see her in trouble, but rather chest heaving and looking as if something ( that wasn't there, either it had disappeared or run ) had given her another run for her money. He bent over, hands on his knees and tried to catch his breath– tried to feel anything other than ashamed that he could have been too late if it were anyone else other than Hope. But he pulls himself up with a crooked grin, and heaves out a breath, "Am I too late to the party?"

#vrake #ask #( ic. )#[ queue. ]

legaciescw

JOSIE SALTZMAN & LANDON KIRBY

S02E01, I’ll Never Give Up Hope

#( jandon. )#( lou x landon. )#the way i love them #[ queue. ]

well. anyone want to write a thing where they punch landon in the face

#( ooc. )#for legal purposes this is a joke im just tired #legacies spoilers

hey guys i wanna make it 100% clear ( and will probably elaborate more on this tonight after the episode! ) that i will not shy away from landon’s trauma and how that manifests in him having toxic tendencies towards those close to him. it’s not okay and while it would be easy to just magically ✨ do away with it ✨, i don’t think that’s the story i want to tell with landon. i do like him as a character, but i definitely am not going to agree with all of the choices a character i like does.

if that’s not what you’re here for, then you should probably find another landon to write with: which, no hard feelings at all if you do! do what makes you happy. but i do think its important to show that not everyone is a perfect person and how mental illness and ptsd can manifest in ways that aren’t healthy.

#( ooc. )#i don't shy away from josie's awful tendencies and i sure as hell am not going to do it with landon either

“ even when you smile, your eyes are still sad. ”

His lips press together , slightly uncomfortable with the way he's being thoroughly called out by his friend. He knows its true, and it's definitely not the first time he's heard it from anyone. And Landon definitely doesn't want to bring up all the trauma that caused his sad eyes to remain his prominent feature. Instead, he decides to deflect, leaning over to bump his shoulders with Flori and laugh, slightly soft– "Hey, you know, it's only cause you keep beating me at Mario Kart. All that butt-whoopin' is really taking it's toll on me, dude." His eyes crinkle at the corners with his laugh, "You think I should tap out for Raf? He's worlds better."

#floripire #ask #( ic. )#[ queue. ]

ladyinrosso

#the massage

insp

#( lizzie x landon. )#im big yell at being fed for my lil ship

i’m not your problem anymore

The way she says it– Venomous, somehow, laced with ice. Usually his too-warm heart is unaffected by her words, but after everything, these cut through as if he hadn't built up wall after wall around him over the years. Landon's head falls, chin touching his chest. He can't help it, despite what she says ( it's true, as much as he hates to really admit that. though he'd also argue she's never been a problem– not to him, not to anyone. ), he still worries about her. He worries when her eyes glaze over when she's deep in though. He worries when her smile doesn't quite meet her eyes ( so often, too often ). He worries too much. But they're not dating anymore, and he's having such a difficult time breaking habit from everything that meant. "Yeah, but you're still my friend, Hope." The words are too dejected for the moment, but when he lifts his heads, he's attempting a smile. "I can still care about my friends."

#triguilt #ask #( ic. )#[ queue. ]

i’ve been having a hard time adjusting (Josie)

"Hey–" Landon's voice is gentle , and so is his touch, as he takes her hand in his and brings her knuckles to his lips in what he hopes is a comforting action. He's never sure with anyone if his touch is actually something soothing, but he tries to do it just in case. Especially with Josie. "I know." And he does. He hears the whispers in the hallways. He sees the looks people give Josie when she walks by. It's hard, and there's really no other way he can describe it. All Landon does know is that he wants to be able to help her through it, whatever way he can. If that meant sitting here and holding her hand while she took deep breaths and talked about it? Cool– he could definitely do that. "It's just going to take some time is all. They'll come around, and they'll understand it wasn't really– Well, it was just.. It's complicated, you know? They'll understand it was complicated, and that you're.. recovering, too."

#vrake #ask #( ic. )#[ queue. ]

“ you’re safe with me. you can let go. breathe. ”

Somehow , Josie's words cut through the haze . Somehow, Landon hears them over his own ragged breathing and thumping blood rushing through his ears. Somehow, he can see her worried eyes and not himself cowering in a small closet in memories that he's not quite sure are memories. He grips at her clothing, like she's the anchor and he's the sinking ship, flooded through with fear and tension. He can feel her hand on his chest: another grounding point to focus on as he's able to let go of some of the rigidity in his arms.

What had been a simple, easy task to complete for the headmaster had turned into an encounter with the newest monster. And that encounter had led to memory after memory to flood his system ( none of them good, all of them bringing up a specific trauma he'd been through– over. and over. and over again. ) But Josie was there. With calm words and gentle hands. She was the one to take care of the damn thing, too. Strength and kindness all rolled into one formidable package.

He nods and takes a few more breaths ( slow, easy, deep ), and feels a bit more at ease. "Thank you." He manages, and presses his forehead against her shoulder, his own shoulders shaking with the effort of keeping himself together. Tears pricked at the edges of his eyes, "Is it gone? Should we– Are we safe?"

#siphonaer #ask #( ic. )#[ queue. ]

sacrifate:

⸺ @soulflared : liked for a starter !

can it be named an awakening when one did not sleep ? an influx of air , rushing to fill emptied lungs , a euphoric ambrosia ; heart regains its beat , though perhaps the pace is altered ⸺ or is it that her ears similarly changed , now more keen ? tribrid rises from her place of slumber , makes darting assessment of the room , and finds him . OF COURSE , OF COURSE , FOR WHERE ELSE WOULD HE BE BUT AT HER SIDE ? pomegranate mouth curves into light smile , allows him a moment more of sleep , before reaching forth to tap gently at his shoulder . ❝ landon ? wake up . ❞

When he finally awakens , it's to something he wasn't sure he'd see again– Her blue eyes, soft smile. They'd told him, she'd told him, that she was going to wake up again– Changed, but hopefully still herself. There was still the worry, though, that maybe they were wrong. That maybe the vampire blood permanently in her system didn't work quite the same as it did when turning others. And he was glad they were wrong, because seeing her die? He'd understood in that moment why it was so hard for her, hard for his friends. Reaching over, he touches his knuckles against her check, just to make sure she's still here. "Hope.." It's like a sigh of relief, "Hi."

#( ic. )#sacrifate #[ queue. ]

sevenswcrds:

Muninn watches him, doesn’t move towards him in the slightest as he shrinks and moves along the wall. Three’s amusement in her blood at the fear he’s exhibiting; like he’s not sure if what’s outside is more alarming, or she.

She’s not going to hurt him, though, and the little siphon knew it, or she wouldn’t have pushed someone down here. A deep, exasperated sigh. She’s losing her touch.

“A poet,” she says, dryly- not an answer, but really, she doesn’t owe him anything. “From approximately two thousand years ago. What are you?”

He stiffens a bit, not really understanding the presence he feels down here in the dungeons– But he trusts the girls more than anything, and despite Josie's penchant for power and darkness, Hope wouldn't let her shove him down here all willy nilly without, like, vetting it first, right? But still. He swallows hard and tries not to think too much about that. "Uh.. poet, right. Like the sphinx?" He questions it, then immediately shakes his head, "Nope, don't answer that, I'm tired of prophecies. Had 'bout enough of them to last a lifetime or two. I'm a phoenix." Landon's voice tries to stay proud as he declares himself, but.. it cracks.

#( ic. )#sevenswcrds #[ queue. ]

josiae:

she’s unsure if the hand touch is because of comfort for the bad news he’s about to tell her or if he’s giving her good news. the anxiety is ultimate, head first as her thoughts struggle to settle. “ alone, yes ! obviously, ” she lets out a nervous chuckle before pulling him away from everyone and towards a quieter area, towards the library. her nerves only grow when they’re alone, the anticipation of whatever was going to come out of landon’s mouth was enough to keep her already spinning head spin more.

when he starts to ramble, her eyes widen a little because she wasn’t expecting him to head first into so much stuff for her to process. it was pulling at her heart strings a little, making it harder for her to hide the smile that’s already sneaking through her mouth. something she loved about landon was when he rambled, even if it was ridiculous. “ i know you thought you were doing what was best for us but neither of us having a say kind of sucked. but yeah, i get the confusing thing, i mean it has to be — overwhelming too. you know, when you have to pick between two people and monsters are running after you. ” she tried to lighten the mood with a joke about the monsters but it most likely just sounded dumb.

there he went, going of topic mid speech like he always did, god it makes her stomach twist tightly with knots. good ones this time. josie finally lets herself smile and it only grows into a full one when the phoenix exclaims he could fall in love with her. will this boy ever stop making her heart race ? “ landon, i think i could see myself falling in love with you, too. ” she pauses, reaching for his free hand and interlacing their fingers. “ i still want to be your girlfriend, if you’re sure that’s what you want. ”

He does laugh, only slightly, at the jab about the monsters. Landon's shoulders, having been so tense all night, drop just a tad when he sees her smile just a bit when he's speaking. There was just something about Josie's patience that made him feel at ease, and it was a lot of the reason why he wanted to go through with this.. to try something new. To see if what he's feeling for Josie is just about filling an absence that was left, or if he really, truly, is falling for her the way he thought he'd never fall for someone again.

Her smile ( the blindingly bright one he'd just mentioned is out in full force, and the butterflies in his stomach answer in kind ) widens, so his does, too– out of reflex. With their fingers interlocked together, he stares down at them for a moment, and.. wow, it's cliche, but he feels breathless. "I still want that." It comes out as if he's breathing a sigh of relief, but he leans in and presses his lips to her cheek, holding his forehead against hers. He just needs to feel her close to him, more than just holding her hand. "I thought–” He has to take a deep breath to steady himself, to be ready to be more vulnerable with her-- like she deserves. “I thought maybe you'd say no."

#josiae #( ic. )#[ queue. ]

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