#tragicend

[zelibrius]

In the belly of the beast…

[anthcs]

“ they’re wrong. and don’t ever allow them to convince you otherwise. ” beck ...

@tragicend | (Charles) Beckendorf !

Kind and understanding as always, it's surprising to Katie that Beckendorf is being so patient with her struggles with mathematics. Especially when she's been told by others, even her mortal teachers in a mortal high school, that her skills in mathematics are sorely lacking.

Beckendorf's patience reminds her of her father.

Katie still remembers the sting of the careless words thrown around in hushed words, in gossip overheard in the public school bathroom, still remembers taunts and cruel words. Katie isn’t sure which one bothers her more - to be dismissed and treated unkindly by mortal teachers when she struggles with mathematics or to be dismissed as weak, as hysterical environmentalist, overly emotional hippie of sorts by some campers (never mind the fact that Katie did place an emphasis on environmental protection as Grover and the dryads did, never mind the fact that Katie does believe in possibilities achieved with peace and love and kindness).

"Why did the alphabet have to become a part of math? Math should be just dealing with numbers! Even I know that! And then, someone said, 'hey you know what will make things really terrible? letters in place of numbers!' I just---"

At Katie's feet, around Beckendorf's ankles, the flowers twist and turn. A few buds shrivel into muted colors, mere husks of the formerly bright colors and stems wilting. Oblivious, Katie's dramatic hand motions cause a few more to tangle with one another.

Katie's not sure how Beckendorf can be so patient when she's so clearly frustrated. Using the heel of her hand, as if to wipe away any tears (and there had been plenty of times where Katie did shed tears over the unkind words said by others), Katie shakily exhales.

"---I don't get it, at all!"

[anthcs]

“ i swear, i heard you scream. ” edmund!

@tragicend | Edmund Pevensie !

With the massive wolf's fur bristling in the cold wind and pearl white teeth bared in a snarl, Katie can't miss the specks of crimson dribbling down with salvia. The massive wolf demands to know who they are, and then orders that they stand still. His pack sniffs, low growls echoing a warning. The massive wolf’s suspicious glances turn to glee that is as cold as the ice around them. Rather than giving a curtsey as she supposes is the proper and expected thing to do when standing in front of the White Witch Queen, Katie laces her fingers together with Edmund's, giving a gentle and reassuring squeeze.

"The boy, Majesty." the wolf says, upon standing upright after bowing. "And though the smell is masked by human stench, I also found a disloyal dryad."

The White Witch’s brows raise, nearly invisible and white as snow, with her voice saccharine. "A dryad, how lovely. ...or half of one? Dryads do like to mingle with the occasional lost human."

The message is clear as day: there is nowhere for Katie to run, nowhere that she can go without them tracking her, without her scent giving her away.

Heart pounding in her chest, Katie’s mouth feels dry, eyes widening in the slightest bit, and moving closer to Edmund. Maugrim gives one final warning that dryad --- or rather, half dryad --- should be able to satisfy the pack's hunger.

When the wolves pause a moment to engage in hushed whispers with Maugrim, Katie runs up the frozen staircase, past the literally frozen creatures and woodland animals with whiskers still mid-twitch and paw raised, past her fear. Katie rushes around the corner where she saw the White Witch and Edmund disappear. Blood rushes in Katie’s ears, her breath seemingly crystallizing in front of her, Katie finds herself effectively separated from Edmund for now; in spite of the force, the ice does not shatter or splinter.

Maugrim snarls that he ought to rip her to shreds. Ought to, he says, as if he wants to but hasn’t been given the opportunity or permission to yet.

Before Katie knows what has happened, she finds herself on her back, with hot and rancid wolf breath in her face. Claws like daggers dig into one of her shoulders, and Katie fails at not crying out in pain; that seems to irritate the wolf further, who mercilessly digs into the claws deeper, and Katie’s head hits the ice as her shout of pain echoes.

( I swear, I heard you scream.

Katie doesn’t deny this when Edmund finally speaks to her again later. With trembling hands, fingers and toes beginning to feel numb and teetering into frostbite, Katie’s surprised that her tears still feel hot. If only for a moment… Katie already feels as if they are beginning to freeze on her chapped cheeks, and her cracked lips give a shaking exhale. )

[boyancient]

@tragicend​  /  ben  :   “ it is youth’s gift not to feel its debts. ”

‘ I wouldn’t call it a gift, ’ he said irritably, the click-click-clacking of chalk against the wall a steady backdrop to the conversation. He took a sip of the coffee mug in his hand as he leaned back and observed his writings, trying to discern a pattern in the numbers, something new he didn’t put together before. ‘ Isn’t that what brought us here in the first place? Youthful recklessness. ’ He paused, lips twisted unpleasantly. ‘ If  I knew what I was risking when I was a kid I wouldn’t have jumped. ’ That’s what it always came back to, wasn’t it? The first jump that sent all the pieces toppling.

[fightwing]

“ i’m still mad at you for leaving me on that roof. ” from duke! / @tragicend​ 

                  OOF,   yeah. if dick were in duke’s shoes he’d probably be a little bit more than ‘mad’. THEN AGAIN, because he IS dick he was kind of double juggling the gotham apocalypse with the spy organization that currently runs the world order holding him hostage when he’s technically supposed to be dead. he’s a world class circus kid, and even he was bound to drop the ball in truly spectacular ways sometimes.            needless to say, he’s glad that part of his life is over. dick grabs a mug, and on a second thought grabs another --- reminding himself to wash them out before alfred has the chance to take on another task.                 “ will it help at all if i say im sorry? the greater good and all? ”                      he starts the pour, thankful to have alfred’s tea on hand whenever he visits the manor. he really needed gotham out of the way before spyral’s big attack, and specifically the ones who could name the faceless man. tim, jason, damian, and in the end the ever intuitive duke would’ve been collateral spyral would’ve been all too happy to handle. and dick would do a lot before he ever let that come to be.                “ if it means anything, i was pretty confident you’d make it out. knew you wouldn’t be out for long. ”

[coteriie]

@tragicend / for tyler ( hi we need a bode pls universe )

the moment she sits up and dark lids snap open, the nightmare that tortured kinsey only moments earlier finds itself dissipating into nothing. images fade, voices dissolve into whispers, but the feelings remain and there’s no doubting that familiar ache in her chest.

it was a dream about dad.

of course.

she never stops reliving that moment, it seems, and the universe almost laughs as the world-weary teen sighs and runs a hand through unruly blonde locks.

despite the vastness of the key house, kinsey can’t help the urge to climb out of bed and wander the halls. something is telling her it’s the best way to preoccupy her mind, to somehow get her brain to relax. perhaps she’ll migrate to a sofa downstairs - falling asleep a bit closer to her mother’s room doesn’t seem so bad.

but just as she turns a corner at the end of the hall, a body emerges from around the bend, colliding with her own and sending her stumbling back a few steps.

“ jesus, tyler ! ” a whisper yell of shock and frustration follows the encounter, “ what are you doing up ? it’s the middle of the night ... ” her eyes dart around for a moment, hoping the outburst didn’t wake any of the remaining locke family.

[nofive]

@tragicend​ said: “ what happened to you? ” ben! 

[ x - accepting ]

“I grew up,” he stated, simply only a slight tinge of anger lingered on his voice. That lingering anger though sounded almost like sadness if you listened carefully, if you knew Five. That was the real question did Ben know Five enough to see beyond the surface of his words? It was odd considering his body, but that was something people would have to get over eventually.

[fcrmata]

“ what am i? your own personal heater? is that all i am to you? ” johnny to 616 peter ... he’s being dramatic, don’t listen to him

@tragicend

    “Mhm,” Peter is barely listening to begin with, snuggled up against Johnny. As soon as he’d gotten back home he made a bee line for Johnny and stuck his head under his shirt and began to doze off. “You’re also my very handsome, cute, smart, sexy boyfriend.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to Johnny’s tummy.