#non-themed

[secretink]

Cinder and Cress undercover (from my Lunar Investigations story idea)

[Moon-Mirage]

[rogueninja]

Alpha - A Wolflet Playlist

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i. red - tayor swift | ii. decode - paramore | iii. breath of life - florence + the machine | iv. love me like you do - ellie goudling | v. animal - neon trees | vi. on the way down - ryan cabrera | vii. broken - seether | viii. demons - imagine dragons | ix. safe and sound - landon austin (ft. ellie swisher)

For TLC Ship Weeks Wolflet, Non-Themed

[crazzycookies]

TLC ShipWeeks: Week 4: Non-Themed

[rogueninja]

Tunes from the Rampion - A second-era playlist related to the plights and endeavors of the passengers of the Rampion, expertly crafted by Captain Carswell Thorne with help from Iko.

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i. space cowboy [yippy-yi-yay] - *nsync | ii. radioactive - imagine dragons | iii. fly me to the moon - frank sinatra | iv. i love it (i don’t care) - icona pop | v. we’re not gonna take it - twisted sister | vi. royals - lorde | vii. starships - nicki minaj | viii. stayin’ alive - bee gees | ix. when you wish upon a star - linda ronstadt | x. counting stars - onerepublic

For TLC Ship Weeks Free Week, Non-Themed

[theenchantress101]

Net Drama: Chapter 2

By theenchantress101

Here is the continuation of my Net Drama fic with Scarlet and Wolf meeting their counterparts. Enjoy :D

“Scarlet, I’d like you to meet Sybil,” the producer said, gesturing at a girl with clearly dyed bright red hair.

“Well, that’s ironic,” Scarlet muttered. Wolf snorted.

She stalked over to the girl. Scarlet was going to hate this. The only reason she agreed was because Wolf convinced her. He seemed to have a soft spot for Cress.

“Hi, I’m Scarlet,” she said, sticking out her hand, trying to make the best of a horrible situation. She glanced up at Scarlet from her nails, and stretched out her fingers.

“No thanks, I just got a manicure,” Sybil said in response to Scarlet’s outstretched hand. Scarlet withdrew her hand.

She rolled back and forth on the balls of her feet for a few moments before trying to start another conversation.

“So, um… do you want to… get some food…?” Scarlet tried to form a coherent sentence.

“No thanks. I’m on a diet. Those carbs will really screw with my calorie intake.”

“Would you like some fruit…?” Scarlet cursed herself as she comprehended what she just said. Sybil gave her a weird look.

“Are you crazy? There is sugar in fruit. Do you know how bad sugar is for you?”

Well… that is not the reaction she was expecting. Sybil continued.

“Well, clearly you don’t know.” Scarlet’s mouth dropped. Did she actually say that to her? Scarlet’s fist clenched. For the first time that day, she was glad that they were told to leave all of their metals and valuables at the door. Otherwise, Scarlet would have been very tempted to use one of her metal valuables right then.

Scarlet realized just how truly ironic this meeting was. Sybil Mira had captured her for an incredibly long amount of time and put her through immeasurable torture. And this Sybil had done the same thing. In fact, Scarlet decided, this was worse than when the thaumaturge kidnapped her. At least then she had Winter.

Now, as she to looked around to try to get someone to save her, no one paid her any attention. They all seemed to be having their own problems.

Cinder look like she was about to cry. Kai just looked confused. Wolf just looked like an innocent pup that had no idea what was going on. Cress looked scared as she watched Thorne and some other guy, Thorne looking like he was about to murder someone, Winter look furious, and Jacin looked like he was going to break his jaw from clenching his teeth so hard. What a team.

~

“Ze’ev, your ‘counterpart’ is that man sitting on a chair in the corner, Winston.” Wolf trudged over to the corner.

He nodded, “Sup.”

Winston opened his eyes and smiled lightly. (Why were his eyes closed?) “Hello, Ze’ev.”

“You can call me Wolf.” Winston’s expression stayed the same as he patted the seat beside him. Wolf did his best to squeeze into his half of the small loveseat.

“So, Ze’ev, tell me your story.” Wolf was confused.

“I mean, I’m a Lunar Special Operative. There’s not much else to the story before Scar came along. I always did what I was told before I was sent on this mission to find this girl’s grandmother’s secrets. But then I met Scar and I couldn’t imagine hurting her in any way.

“So I pretended that I didn’t have a mission and tried to help her find her Grand’Mere. Naturally I was found out, and then the attacks on Paris happened when I almost hurt Scar, and I knew that I could never go back to them. Not when they were trying to hurt the only person who hadn’t treated me like crap when they realized what I really was. So then I decided to help Cinder- Princess Selene- overthrow Levana.

“Then when Scar was captured by one of Levana’s goons, I realized how important she had become to me. Without her, my whole routine was ruined; nothing was as fun, as fulfilling without her. Even tomatoes, the things that originally brought us together didn’t taste as good as they usually did. So when I saw her again after she escaped, it was one of the best moments of my life.

“Then during a protest, my mother-” Wolf took a deep breath, “-my mother was killed as a demonstration to Lunar rebels. Thankfully, her death wasn’t in vain. She became a martyr; she was the spark that set off the kindling that had been gathering for a long time. Without her, we might not have gotten the support of the people.

“Then during the final battle, when the Lunar scientists had made me even more of a monster, I somehow managed to stay in control. They had mangled me on the outside, but their hold on my mind had seemed to weaken. I managed not to hurt any of the ‘good guys’ and we came back down to Earth. And here we are.” Wolf finished his story and looked at Winston.

“Now, Ze’Ev, you said something about how you managed not to kill anyone you cared about, I’m wondering, do you have problems like this normally?”

“You mean, do I have any problems not killing people in outbursts of anger?” Winston nodded. “I guess sometimes because of the mutation, but I’ve learned to control it.”

Winston puzzled over this for a moment. “And how have you learned to control your anger?” Wolf opened his mouth to answer but Winston continued. “Have you tried deep breathing? From the view of a man with little to no anger-management issues, I would highly support it. I have found that, for me, it calms me down considerably, as well as slowing my heart rate.”

Wolf almost laughed at what was going on. This small rather unremarkable Earthen was trying to teach the huge mutant Lunar Special Operative how to control his anger-management issues. The concept was quite amusing to Wolf, seeing as he had the ability to crush- literally- this Earthen in a mere matter of seconds. Maybe next Winston would teach Wolf how to properly perform a self-defense maneuver that would take down a thaumaturge. Wolf almost looked forward to their next topic of discussion. Almost.

[crazzycookies]

TLC Shipweeks - Week 1: Non-Themed

A text message conversation between Jacin and Winter. Here is some backstory of sorts to understand this convo. - Jacin is in his first year of college. He is going to a school that’s in a place where it snows alot. - Winter is in her junior year of highschool. - Winter and Jacin went to the same high school. Since Jacin is two years older than Winter he graduated to year before Winter (When he was in 11th grade she became a freshman and when he was in 12th grade she was in 10th). - When he says that the whole school knows how he feels about her is because she is popular and he was popular too so everyone knows who he is. And he was always at her side i.e. the whole school knowing about his feelings even though he is no longer in high school. 

(sorry for the long explanation I just thought i needed t o explain some things)

Based on these scenes:

“‘Hey, Trouble,’ he said, leaning his head back against the dial. With that, the terror from the past weeks slipped away.”

“She glanced back at Jacin, who was eyeing the guard with distrust. No surprise. He eyed everyone with distrust. ‘I fear tomorrow will be even more difficult for you, Sir Clay. Do try to think of me when you can.’ ‘Try, Princess?’ He smirked up at her. ‘I can’t seem to think of much else.’”

“‘Did I tell you I saw snow when I was on Earth?’ Winter stopped walking, her eyes going wide. ‘Real snow?’ ‘We had to hide the spaceship in Siberia, on this enormous tundra.’ She was staring at him like she would tackle him if he didn’t offer up more details. Smirking, Jacin hooked his thumbs over his belt and rocked back on his heels. ‘That was all.’ Winter smacked him in the chest. ‘That is not all. What was it like?’ He shrugged. ‘White. Blinding. And really cold.’ ‘Did it glisten like diamonds?’ ‘Sometimes. When the sun hit it right.’ ‘What did it smell like?’ He cringed. ‘I don’t know, Win—Princess. Sort of like ice, I guess. I didn’t spend much time outside. Mostly we were stuck on the ship.’ Her gaze flickered with the almost slip of her name, something like disappointment that gave Jacin a shot of guilt. So he smacked her back lightly on the shoulder. ‘Your parents did well. You’re named after something beautiful. It’s fitting.’ ‘Winter,’ she whispered. Her expression turned speculative, the lights from a dress shop highlighting the specks of gray in her eyes. Jacin tried not to be awkward when he looked away. There were times when she stood so close that he was amazed at his own ability to keep his hands to himself. Moving the basket to her other arm, Winter started walking again. ‘Not everyone thinks I’m beautiful.’ He scoffed. ‘Whoever told you that, they were lying. Or jealous. Probably both.’ ‘You don’t think I’m beautiful.’ He snorted—somewhat uncontrollably—and laughed harder when she glared at him. ‘That’s funny?’ Schooling his expression, he mimicked her glare. ‘Keep saying things like that and people will start to think you’ve gone crazy.’ She opened her mouth to refute. Hesitated. Nearly ran into a wall before Jacin scooped her back into the center of the narrow alley. ‘You’ve never once called me beautiful,’ she said after his hand had fallen back to his side. ‘In case you haven’t noticed, you have an entire country of people singing your praises. Did you know they write poetry about you in the outer sectors? I had to listen to this drunk sing a whole ballad a few months back, all about your goddess-like perfection. I’m pretty sure the galaxy doesn’t need my input on the matter.’ She ducked her head, hiding her face behind a cascade of hair. Which was just as well. Jacin’s cheeks had gone warm, which made him both self-conscious and irritated. ‘Your input is the only input that matters,’ she whispered. He stiffened, cutting a glance to her that she didn’t return. It occurred to him that he may have led them into a topic he had no intentions of exploring further. Fantasies, sure. Wishes, all the time. But reality? No—this was taboo. This would end in nothing good. She was a princess. Her stepmother was a tyrant who would marry Winter off to someone who was politically beneficial for her own desires. Jacin was the opposite of politically beneficial. But here they were, and there she was looking all pretty and rejected, and why had he opened his big, stupid mouth? Jacin sighed, exasperated. With her. With himself. With this whole situation. ‘Come on, Princess. You know how I feel about you. Everyone knows how I feel about you.’ Winter stopped again, but he kept walking, shaking his finger over his shoulder. ‘I’m not saying these things and looking at you at the same time, so keep up.’ She scurried after him. ‘How do you feel about me?’ ‘No. That’s it. That’s all I’m saying. I am your guard. I am here to protect you and keep you out of trouble, and that’s it. We are not swapping words that will result in a whole lot of awkward nights standing outside your bedroom door, got it?’ He was surprised at how angry he sounded—no, how angry he felt. Because it was impossible. It was impossible and unfair, and he had spent too many years in the trenches of unfairness to get riled up about it now. Winter strode beside him, her fingers clenched around the basket handle. At least she wasn’t trying to catch his eye anymore, which was a small mercy. ‘I do know how you feel about me,’ she finally said, and it sounded like a confession. ‘I know that you are my guard, and you are my best friend. I know you would die for me. And I know that should that ever happen, I would die immediately after.’ ‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘That’s pretty much it.’ The sound of a nearby coffee grinder rumbled through the stone walkway, and the smell of baking bread assaulted his senses. He braced himself. ‘Also, I think you’re sort of pretty. You know. On a good day.’ She giggled and nudged him with her shoulder. He nudged her back and she stumbled into a flower planter, laughing harder now. ‘You’re sort of pretty too,’ she said. He threw a scowl at her, but it was impossible to hold on to when she was laughing like that.”