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[amorymordecai-blog]

Ye Without Sin | A&H

@harlowxkhatri

Dead. She was dead. How was she dead? How had this happened?

That text from Hades had sent her from their chambers in a rush. Amory had materialized in the foyer to find Freyja, shaking and sobbing, so near hysterics as she struggled to explain what had happened beyond the gates. An attack. Her parents had been attacked, and Hadrian had rushed to find them, to bring them home. 

Pulling Freyja into her arms, pressing her to her chest, tucking her head under her chin as she smoothed down the girl’s long, black hair, Amory had stared at the Estate’s large doors and prayed. To every god whose name she knew, she prayed that Hades would find them, that he’d bring them both home. It’d been so close to dawn and the sun was a greater threat to which they had no defences. 

Last meal was forgotten for the sake of calming Freyja from her panic. Amory had guided the girl into a parlor room and placed her before the fire. A blanket had been draped around her shoulders and Amory’s request for tea was answered within minutes. She sat watch over the precious pre-trans, her and Lana keeping silent guard as they waited her parents arrival, as they anticipated Hadrain’s summons. The wait for news had not prepared them for what tiding Hades would bring with him. 

Dead. She was dead.

How had this happened? She’d refused the truth when she heard it. It had taken Hades bringing her down here, revealing Thalia’s mutilated remains for her to see for herself, for Amory to accept that the female was gone. That she was dead. That she’d been attacked and killed like two others before her. 

When she’d seen the body, Amory had screamed in anguish of the loss. She had buried her face in her mate’s bloodied shirt and she had wept into his chest for the now orphaned girl, for the member of GreyShadow that had been taken so brutally from them, for the widower who’d vanished with the morning wind, equally lost. Likely burned to a pillar of ash if the sun had her say. 

In the hours that passed Amory had stayed with Thalia in the infirmary. She had undressed the female of her torn and bloody clothes, and washed away the dirt and crimson. The various gashes that covered her once unblemished skin were sewn shut. Ceremonial wrappings --bandages soaked in a concoction of lavender, frankincense, cypress oil, and rosemary-- had been wound around Thalia’s limbs, over her every exposed inch, all the way up to her neck. Prayers were sung to the gods as she worked, leaving only Thalia’s face uncovered until Freyja had said her goodbyes. 

Dead. She was dead. 

The trouble with the hours that Amory worked preparing Thalia for her pyre was that it given her mind time to work. Over and over she reviewed what Hadrian had told her, what Freyja had told her, the cuts and bruises that had covered Thalia’s cold, stiff body. This attack was just like the others. It was vicious, barbaric, animalistic. She had seen its like before, had witnessed what even Talisan was capable of when he went into that bestial frenzy, in which friend could easily become foe if they stepped between him and his prey.

A wolf had done this. Amory was sure of it. And as she wrapped Thalia up to her neck, so grew her rage. It railed and roiled and bellowed in primordial fury. The wolves were to blame for this, for all of this. Perhaps not the pack themselves, but a wolf for certain. Which meant finding them was Harlow and Ben’s responsibility, had been their responsibility from the start. If they’d dealt with this sooner, if they put some actual effort into finding the killer, Thalia wouldn’t be dead, Bran wouldn’t be gone, and Freyja wouldn’t be an orphan with only her coven to care for her now. 

It was their responsibility. Thalia was dead, and it was their responsibility. They had to answer for this atrocity. Every hour that passed, passed with that single thought in mind. That one purpose screaming in her blood. Retribution. Amory counted each second until sunset, knowing she’d hold the alphas accountable for this death, for all those that had come before it. Something needed to be done, and it needed to start with the gods damned wolves. 

It was a blessing that the sun set so early this time of year. By 4:30 the sun began her descent. By 5 it was dark as night. Amory didn’t wait until the sun had fully set. Releasing Thalia’s wrapped hand, she’d dematerialized from the infirmary, from Blackdell Gates altogether. When she took form again it was in the managerial offices of Shady Oaks mobile home rentals, which was empty and dark, locked up for the night. 

She disappeared again, her particles dispersing in a puff of smoke as her thoughts sent her elsewhere in an instant. Harlow’s trailer was also empty. Rage grew with Amory’s frustration. She needed to find the she-wolf. Now. Another thought and she was gone again, into the forest that encompassed the outskirts of town. She went for a few miles, disappearing and reappearing between the trees, until Amory stopped trying to hunt the wolf down and decided instead to draw her in. 

“HARLOW!” Amory screamed into the wood. She paced the clearing she’d manifested in, eyes burning with her rage as she scoured the space between trunks for the elusive woman. “HARLOW!”

[regiisbellatrix-blog]

what the darkness stole | one shot

The shrouded darkness was suffocating. It felt like a strong weight on her chest, a heavy mass that strived to cut off her oxygen. The silence was debilitating, a piercing ring to her ear cutting through it. Bellatrix tried to reach through the darkness, the all-too consuming feeling of all the air slowly being pried from her lungs distracting her from her task. The darkness plunged further, as though it never would end, vivid images forming in the blackness.

When had she fallen asleep?

Sleep only manifested what she tried to ignore, incompetent ways of trying to evoke some sense of fear within the girl that strangely enough, worked. She should’ve taken it as a compliment that only in her dreams did she taste that feeling.

Still, it enveloped her, covered her in cold sweat, brain fighting, staving off the images that she knew would come. She rubbed her eyes, fingers twitching, body lifting into a sitting position. She felt the weight slide off of her, not bothering to look down as the mass slid down and into the pit of darkness.

Bellatrix stumbled up, trying to find something to hold onto but finding nothing there to support her. She tried to find something to support her, tried to find a sense of reliance in this hazy world.

There was nothing.

Nothing but a loud, piercing scream.

Usually such a sound would bring a smile to the dark witch’s lips. The drop of temperature in her blood alerted her to the familiarity of the sound- she’d never heard it before, never heard her sister exclaim in such pain… but there was an inkling in her heart, understood knowledge that it was her.

She ran through the dark halls- well, they seemed like halls. It was a path of no return, both somewhere and nowhere at the same time. She struggled. At the very end of the tunnel there seemed to be a door. She ran as fast as she could, until her muscles ached, yet it didn’t come any closer. She tried to scream, to tell Narcissa that she was going to save her, that everything would be okay, but as she opened her mouth she felt the flesh pull away, watched as her tongue fell out, red and glistening, thriving and twitching in the darkness, as if it weren’t attached in the first place.

Dark eyes grew wider, trying to catch the flesh that fell but finding only blood filling her hands. She tried to scream once more, but the piercing screams of her sister seemed to grow louder the more she panicked. She could taste the rusty blood, the crimson liquid which filled her mouth, the same liquid which trickled down her throat and vacated her lungs. She tried to spit it out, tried to rid herself of the taste. The more she did so, the faster it filled her, as if vengeance was its goal.

Bellatrix continued to run.

The piercing squeals grew louder.

She was close to the door, hands reaching towards it, clothes drenched in blood.

It’s okay, sister. I’m here. I’ll protect you.

The thoughts were drowned out by the blood which spilled from her lips, staining the darkness around her, her hands slippery and thick as it clotted. The smell suffocated her- it lacked the sweetness which she often smelt with her victim, the smell that lingered was like bile.

She closed her eyes.

When Bellatrix Black opened them, the door was in front of her. She tried to reach for it, but the blood splattered and slipped. Her frustration made her itch, her eyes glancing down at the mark which always burned during these moments.

That was when she saw it.

Skin gouged and burnt until it made no true sense, a mark that was now mauled beyond recognition. The stinging pain of betrayal and hurt. She tried to swallow it down, but the blood continued. Bellatrix lost all sense of power at the image in front of her, hands reaching into nothingness, her body finding the floor with a dull thud. The liquid was filling her lungs now, occupying where the oxygen would’ve been.

The screams continued.

I’m sorry, dear sister, I’ll save you.

She tried to pry every last ounce of strength, fought herself so that the images would go away.

The screams ceased.

The door creaked open.

Bellatrix was helpless to the sight in front of her.

She tried to reach for the figure, platinum hair drenched, soiled in red. A gurgled groan left her lips, clouded by the blood which continued to flow from her mouth.

No words of comfort, no person could save her.

Bellatrix let herself sink into the burning darkness, let it become her kingdom.

From the silence came a heartbeat, the feeling of safety. Arms pulled close, warm flesh against hers. She stirred, hands shaking, body covered in a sheath of cold sweat. Her eyes fluttered open, heart beating rapidly. She glanced down and saw the familiar hand, held onto it, hand resting over the part which held her name. Rodolphus’ scent was intoxicating, filled her lungs with a sense of relief which seemed impossible.

Her breath shook, coming out in staggered gulps, cold air mixing with the warmth that came from her lips. Her mark burnt, stronger than it ever hand before, but Bellatrix concentrated on the feeling of calloused fingers stroking her hair, tracing the dark strands and pressing into the soft skin of her temple.

His warmth, ever so inviting, was pressed against her, his arms locked around her like a cage. She felt safe within it, felt his heart beating against hers, her heart as always following his lead, trying to match it. Her frail body shook still, but she only focused on the sound of his breathing, every inhale and exhale matching his. She could barely hear his words, they were so thick and clouded in the haze that she found herself in. Yet they were all that brought her comfort, all that made her feel like she was descending back into the world in which she was so familiar.

    “You’re safe, baby, I got you.”

Her trust laid solely in six words, words so sacred she’d burn them into her body if she had to. Her hand squeezed his, luring herself away from the haze of her dreams.

@viciousvisage

@narcissax

[ehhdgarbones]

“Meow.”

“We’re not having this conversation again.”

“Prrrow.”

“Come off it. I’ll hear enough of that come morning. How about you try your hand at being supportive for once?”

A reproving “Prrrpt… mew,” whined up at him as the cat slinked across his shin, weaving around his leg and back again. Ser’s purrs were so loud the cat was vibrating. He peered up at him with those amber eyes, seeing more than a cat had any right to.

Edgar kicked out the chair and, gripping the table, tried to ease himself into it. His ribs and abdomen immediately protested the movements and he gracelessly dropped himself the rest of the way with a groan. Wincing, his grip on the table’s edge tightened as he endured the throbbing ache of the various injuries he’d sustained earlier that evening. Merlin’s balls, the night could’ve gone better.

Cracking his eye open, Edgar spotted the bottle of firewhisky he’d brought to the table. An arm hugged around his middle, cradling his ribs as he reached over the wooden surface, grabbed the bottle by its neck and dragged it close, grunting through gnashed teeth. The accompanying glass also skidded to a stop in front of him. Unscrewing the cap, he poured himself a generous amount and gulped down the whisky like its alcohol content had healing properties.

The near empty glass landed on the table with a clunk before Edgar poured himself another healthy dose of couldn’t-be-better. He breathed slowly to let the alcohol start to take affect, and also because his ribs bloody hated him and anything more than the shallow in and out hurt like hell. Chair still angled out, away from the table, Edgar’s absent stare at the hardwood beneath his feet was interrupted by the house-lion of a cat that took up post in front of him.

Ser stared at him with those flamey sunrise eyes, and he could see the wheels turning behind them. Body already tensing, Edgar’s arm lifted away from his chest so that he could hold a hand out to halt the big furball in his tracks. “Don’t even think about it, mate. You’re a metric ton of fluff and I’m--” Ser jumped up and landed right on Edgar’s chest. He finished his sentence with a wince and whimper. “Beat to shit. But, by all means, come on up.”

It hurt to laugh but he couldn’t help the sound as a grated chuckle bubbled up from his lungs. The oversized stuffed snow leopard was still purring violently as he rubbed his face against Edgar’s, who hissed and cringed at the flares of pain that shot off with the contact. Grumbling affectionate curses at the cat in his lap, Edgar’s smirk was faraway as he stroked his soft pelt then scratched his chin.

He could’ve died tonight. All things considered, how the night’s events had unfolded were as ‘best case scenario’ as it got. Edgar didn’t really consider himself a particularly fortunate bloke but, without a felix felicis, the only explanation for having survived the night with his hide in tact was dumb luck. Blast it all to hell, he was going to get an earful in the AM. There’d be a queue outside his door waiting to get a lick in for being stark raving mad.

With a shake of his head, Edgar stroked up to the soft tufts at the tips of Ser’s ears and sighed. “You going to help patch me up or just supervise?” When Ser goggled up at him, all unblinking and vainglorious, he hummed unsurprisingly at the cat. “I could do with a little less criticism from you, mate.”

After leaning in as far as his aching body would allow, Edgar pecked the cat between the ears. He planted his feet squarely on the ground then lifted his hips along with the maine coon up off of his seat with a grunt, fishing his wand out from his pocket. Once he settled with a sigh again, Ser was back to scrubbing their cheeks together while Edgar magicked his medical kit out from the cabinet in the loo and onto the table.

His many attempts to get Ser either onto the ground or the table were met with stubborn protest. The too-large-to-be-a-house cat kept jumping right back into place, and he’d fought enough for one night; persisting on a losing battle would take more energy than he had left.

Edgar had to work around the cat that refused to be parted from his lap. With the help of a mirror he cleaned out his cuts, smeared a healing poultice on them, then secured gashed flesh with butterfly bandages. All while Ser continued to purr like an engine working double time, curled up into a tight ball, comfortable as only a cat could be.

Even as he tended to his wounds, Edgar knew that he’d need to send Ted an owl the next morning. There was more damage than he could fix on his own and going to St. Mungo’s would ask too many questions he couldn’t answer. Better another Order member piece him back together than a Healer who’d have to record his injuries and their obviously made up causes.

As the adhesive of the last bandage stuck into place Edgar flopped back in his seat and slouched down against its back. His head fell back and he stared up at the ceiling, absent-mindedly stroking Ser while his thoughts circled back to the night’s events. The feeling that hollowed out his chest with the night’s memories wasn’t so much regret as it was an inexplicable kind of shame.

Shame not in having done the right thing, but in having strolled headlong into danger, knowing the odds were stacked high against him, without so much as calling for backup. He hadn’t thought, not about himself, not about the consequences, not about the people he loved or what he was fighting for. Edgar had seen them, their black robes and sharp hoods, metallic masks obscuring their faces, and he’d acted on impulse.

No. That was a lie, too. Edgar had acted in anger. Righteous, resolute, single-minded fury. Not on rotation to patrol tonight, he’d decided to take the scenic route home for the fuck of it. Somewhere along the way he happened upon them, a group of Death Eaters, tucked in the shadows of an alleyway as a muggle fumbled with their keys while closing up shop for the night. They’d waited for him to pass in front of the alley then done a snatch and grab.

Edgar had sprinted across the street after them, blood simmering at what he’d find in those shadows. The cowards outnumbered the muggle five to one. Even without their wands it wouldn’t have been a fair fight. But the tossers weren’t looking for fair, they were looking for easy and Edgar hated them for it. He didn’t know how he made it out of that alleyway with his life, much less in one piece. All he knew was that the aurors had five Death Eaters gift wrapped and ready for pick up when he disapparated his battered arse back home.

He’d been reckless and it’d almost cost him. There was a time when that might not’ve mattered so much, but Amelia still counted on him. And Xeno... lovely, beautiful, distracted Xeno. Who would protect them, care for them, better than he did? Well, there were probably a few people who could care for them better than him, but none would do so more passionately.

A younger version of himself had wanted to save the world and, years of countless mistakes later, his adult self still wanted to make a difference. As he held Ser’s face between his hands, thumbing over the cat’s whiskers, he mused that while he was busy saving the world, “Tell me, who’s gonna save me from myself?”

Ser’s eyes parted to reveal his sharp, intelligent gaze. The cat bobbed his head between Edgar’s hands, chirping a quiet, “Prrbpt,” in reply.

Scratching the big cat between his ears, Edgar hummed in understanding as he wrapped an arm around him and hugged his over-large body to his chest then stood with a groan. He helped Ser onto his shoulders and left the table with a muttered, “Come on, you cheeky bugger. Let’s let Xen know you’re putting me under house arrest until Amelia can box my ears for being a prat.”

[primaballerinazabini-blog]

A Father’s Love | Task

The mansion was brimming with tension as soon as she stepped over the front door’s threshold and into the foyer. Valerian adjusted the strap of her gym bag on her shoulder, frowning as she looked around her familiar surroundings. Same white marble floors, veined with threads of grey. There was an enormous painting on the wall, a landscape caught in a spring breeze, leaves swayed and daylight glittered on the water, clouds floated endlessly across the sky. She looked away from that painted window into paradise and strode deeper into her family’s estate.

She didn’t bother calling for either of her parents, as they weren’t likely to answer even if they heard her. They were more likely to reprimand her for shouting in the house. It was such crass, unladylike behavior far beneath a Zabini. Her heeled booties clicked on the marble as she ventured deeper into mansion, glancing into the empty rooms as she passed, hoping to spot the source of the tension still looming throughout the estate.

Every room on the mansions main level was empty. Since her family didn’t have house elves, even the kitchen was vacant a single soul. A thoughtful hum left her as she gripped railing beside the stairs and started the upward climb. Valerian was halfway up the stairs when she heard a muffled conversation bleeding through the crack under the door to her father’s study. From the sound of it, it wasn’t a friendly discussion. Her heart lurched. Worry dripped into her bloodstream. Val climbed slower, quieting her steps as she neared the landing.

Just as she stopped at the top step the door to her father’s office swung open. A deep, murky voice poured into the hallway. “... won’t be credited another extension. Payment next month, with interest. On time or you’ll regret it.” There was a pause, as if the man were waiting to see if the threat was having the desired effect. “Is any of that unclear to you?”

Another pause in which her heart rate accelerated. Val held her breath as she waited for her father’s reply. Her hand tightened on the railing, her molars clamped tight as she strained to listen to what was going on inside of her father’s study.

After a few tense heartbeats, Kellan Zabini finally answered. “I understand.”

“Good.” The man turned out of her father’s office and into the corridor, muttering the promise, “I’ll see you next month, Zabini.”

She watched him leave the study, observing his every detail while racking her brain for recognition of any kind. It was useless though. Valerian didn’t know the man, she was certain of as much when he lifted his gaze to hers and grinned a malicious sort of smile, his eyes leaving hers to rove appreciatively over her every curve.

The weight of his leering glare was revolting. A chill shot down her spine and Val’s stomach churned. She could see his thoughts in his beetle black eyes and they made her skin crawl. Disgusted as she was, she kept her spine straight and her chin held high. Val didn’t flinch from his stare. She maintained it as he neared, following him as he strode around her with a wink and started down the stairs, calling over his shoulder, “Be seeing you around, doll. Count on it.”

Repugnance made her jaw clench tighter. Val dropped her gym bag onto the floor and marched toward her father’s office. She didn’t shut the door behind her as she approached his desk, wanting answers as to who the hell that had been and what the hell he’d wanted; though, she supposed she knew the answer to that already. Her father didn’t give her the chance anyhow.

“The time for equivocating has passed, Valerian,” grumbled the man from behind his desk, a near snarl on his lips as he regarded her. “You have shirked your responsibilities to this family long enough.”

Confounded, Val’s jaw dropped. She felt as though he’d backhanded her, might’ve prefered it to the reproachful look he was boring into her now. Snapping her mouth shut again, it was several beats before Val could do anything beyond gape at her father.

Kellan Zabini was a handsome man only just out of his prime. His wide set shoulders were muscular and strong, telling of an athlete’s build that hadn’t yet been worn down by the years. It was the grey in his hair that gave him away, the creases near his eyes and the parentheses around his mouth. Stress had sped up what time was failing to do and, in that moment, he looked older than she had ever seen him.

There wasn’t any warmth in his eyes as he inspected her. Dark eyes took her measure and found her wanting, like they always did. Disappointment was evident in the tightness of his jaw. Val didn’t think her father ever actually wanted children. That she’d been born was bad enough, but to have been born female… she’d spent her whole life trying to make up for it.

Top marks, countless accolades, and international recognition couldn’t blot out the mistake of her gender. Nothing could. The censure in his glare made that much painfully pellucid.

Shock diffused enough for her to form a reply. But, again, her father spoke before she even opened her mouth. “Your mother will arrange meetings with suitable men from families of the Sacred Twenty-Eight.” When she started to argue a hand shot up, effectively cutting her off so that he could speak over whatever feeble protests she might’ve made. “You will marry, Valerian. And you will marry well. It is the only merritable contribution you could possibly make to this family, the only use I can make of you.”

An ache detonated in her chest, pain flaring from the center and pulsing outward in black waves. Needles prodded at the backs of her eyes, pricking her sinuses, but she willed back her tears with experienced efficiency. “I’m not cattle to be auctioned off to the highest bidder, baba. I’m your daughter.”

His expression soured at the word. “Yes,” he agreed on a growl. “You are my daughter and you will do as you are told. I expect you to marry, girl.”

Her chest was heaving with her furious breaths. Val’s nails were digging so hard into her palms she could feel blood start to bead in her fists. Nostrils flared and her anger redoubled when her father began to swim in her vision. Her tears were a weakness and she hated herself for it, hated that she’d given him the satisfaction of seeing how effected she was by his demands. Were her head on straight, she’d have smiled agreeably at her father and agreed to meet with whomever her mother set her up with, if only to shut them both up for a little while longer.

But Valerian’s head wasn’t on straight. So instead she hissed, “Fuck you and all your expectations.” She imagined herself grabbing her father by the tie and slamming his face into his desk. Her mind played the image of her holding her wand to his neck and spitting an unforgivable curse to repay him for the lifetime of pain she’d endured knowing she’d never be good enough for him, that he’d never be proud of her or love her like he should.

Instead Val blinked and her tears streaked down her cheeks without her permission. Her features burned with shame and humiliation. Fury raged inside of her, fury in herself for still hoping she’d someday prove herself to the man now glaring imperiously at her. Unable to say anything else past the tightness in her throat, Val swiveled around and stormed out of her father’s office as fast as she could.

Her bag was deposited in her bedroom before she disapparated to the only place she felt like she was truly worth anything at all. She only hoped that the Healer was home.

[rebclvixen-blog]

Mourn~

☠ Drabble list || @ryujinta

Mourn — I’ll write a drabble of my character mourning yours

Rain drummed against the tiled grooves, wetting the wooden beams and platforms. Lightning streaked across bleak clouds. Heaven itself seemed to mourn this day yet there was anger in the sky, for rumbling could be heard so loud-the earth itself should tremble.                 Within the shelter of his room, one man stood in a formal black suit. The length of his hair tied in a low ponytail, now hung over his shoulder. In his hand a picture frame, one that spoke of better days between two brothers. Happier days.           The lights above his head flickered, shadowing his face. Lightning flashed, illuminating the room to a stark hue of white. The lights flickered again, then went out, darkening the room. Hanzo set the picture down carefully, lifting his chin. ❝ ご愁傷様でございます。 ❞ He spun around at the source, eyes widening when something shimmered before his eyes. A figure manifested as if allowing itself to be visible, a hood drawn back revealing midnight hair, a face that would be familiar if not for the dark visor shades. She flexed her gloved hands, the tips of her fingers sharp with metallic claws. ❝ Amaria.. ❞ His eyes narrowed, at once he moved. But she was quick-faster than he remembered. In a blink, she had the muzzle of her gun pressed against his throat. In a quiet voice, she hissed. ❝ 殺人者❞ (  ❝ That was cool. ❞ The first thing she heard from Genji Shimada when she met him. She stared at him from beneath the shadow of her hood.  ❝ What? ❞              ❝ How you pickpocketed that jackass.. And gave that old man back his wallet. ❞ Amaria schooled her expression, amber-green eyes flashing. ❝ Don’t know what your talking about.. ❞  Genji grinned wolfishly.  ❝ Oh? So you just ‘clumsily’ bumped into the guy and made his pants fall by taking his belt when he turned..? ❞ Well wasn’t he a sharp observer?  ❝ Oh I don’t know… ❞ She shrugged her shoulders in a casual fashion, ❝ I mean it’s what happens when punks decide to mimic the prison look and walk with their pant half way down their asses.. It was bound to happen.. ❞ Genji laughed, eyes lit with mischief and good-natured humor.  ❝ You got a name..? ❞                              ❝ Maybe.. ❞ She smirked. And that was her first encounter with Genji Shimada.  )Hanzo stared her down, taking in the sleek uniform she wore and the dark hood. Camouflage gear? Highly advanced in mechanics, but she had her resources and connections to thank for  the outfit. Sometimes it paid to be the daughter of a former black op. She slid her gun beneath his jawline. ❝ ..You don’t even deny it.. ❞ There was a quiver in her voice, the sound of sharp accusation and a simmering rage.                      ❝ He was your little brother Hanzo..! ❞ She keeps her voice low, but makes a point to raise a gloved hand and lift her visor shades. In the dark, her eyes were piercing gold, glowing with a heavy intensity that could almost leave Hanzo paralyzed. There was a tinge of color  at the corner of her eyes, a sign of tears that had fallen. ❝ You know nothing Thief.. ! Of our ways ! ❞ He acted as if her weapon was no better than a toy, glaring at her darkly. She stepped back, keeping her gun aimed at him. Her reaction visceral, the words that slipped out of her mixed between anger and.. pain. ❝ I know he loved you. ❞ And it was there, a brief crack in his composure-a hint of something beneath his cold exterior. ❝ And you.. You killed him.. ❞ ( It took time, but eventually she gave him her name. They sat on the edge of a high roof. Amaria observed how sparrows fluttered around him as he rested his eyes. His hands cradling the back of his head. One even fluttered to the top of his head, landing right in his hair. She giggled at the image, then mimicked the sparrow’s whistle. Extending her hand, one flew to land on her fingers.                 ❝ How’d you do that..? ❞ He cracked open one eye to look at her. She raised the sparrow to her eye level, inspecting its features. ❝ It’s called mimicry.. My mother always said I had phonographic memory.. I can hear a sound once and mimic it.. ❞   ❝ Bet you got into trouble with that huh? ❞ She only winked, ❝ Trouble just happens to like me. ❞ He shook his head, chuckling. After a long pause, he spoke up again. ❝ What was your mom like? ❞ Amaria looked at him, but he kept his eyes clothes. Once more, she kept her expression mild. ❝ She was a doctor… A surgeon actually. ❞                             ❝ Wow, so a real top-not professional? ❞ He whistled his appreciation.  ❝ Yeah.. She was on her way up the ladder. You would’ve liked her. She was a bit stern but kind. She was developing a new field in prosthetics for wounded soldiers and those born without a leg or an arm. She was.. Devoted.. ❞ Her research and ideas, they could’ve brought more good into the world. It was for that reason that she was killed wasn’t it? She fiddled with her necklace.                 ❝ Never thought of becoming a doctor? Like her? ❞ He sat up, petting the small bird on his knee. She snorted, shaking her head. ❝ No.. I’m sure she would’ve loved that but.. I could never be that.. ❞ A healer. Be someone pure..                   ❝ I think you can be anything you want to be Amaria. ❞ She looked up, in time to see the birds flutter up to the sky and his most sincerest smile. )❝ He disobeyed the clan ! It was my duty to do it ! To maintain order ! ❞  Fury overwhelmed her, snapping at her composure and sanity. She leapt, charging at him with a yell. Lightning once more flashed the room. He drew his blade, aiming for her head. She slid on her knees, feeling the blade whisper over her head. Strands of her hair fell to the floor.     Her fist sparked, connecting to his rib. He gritted his teeth, recoiling at the impact. She caught his arm, using the momentum when he stumbled back. Her leg hooked over his neck and she twisted herself over him. Hanzo rolled on the floor, taking her with him, she only shifted, her flexibility giving her an advantage he didn’t have.         She held her knee to his throat, her gun clicking against his temple. A bead of sweat rolled down his jawline. Chest heaving, he rasped. ❝ Do it then.. Kill me.. ❞ Her eyes narrowed. (❝ What do those tattoo’s mean? ❞ Amaria turned to Genji, having busied herself with tossing some of her clothes into the small laundry machine closet. Leaning against the kitchen counter three feet away, Genji stared at her. She wore a thin strapped tee and shorts, Japan’s summer heat brutal but nostalgically reminiscent of her beloved Argentina.            She started folding her dry clothes into the basket, batting her lashes in an innocent fashion. ❝ Why Genji Shimada if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were checking me out. ❞ He choked on his soda, the reaction alone earning a quiet laugh. ❝ I’m only teasing Carino. So you wanna know about my tats? ❞ In turn he grinned crookedly, ❝ Yeah, I mean on your back.. Those are.. Wings I think right? ❞       She nodded, then swept the length of her hair over her shoulder. Turning her back to him, she hiked up the end of it to reveal the intricate wings that spread across her back. At the base of the wings rested a cross with vines wrapped around it. The wings were tribal, curving along her shoulder blades delicately, curvy and sharp against her rich tan. She dropped her shirt, fixing it before turning around.                     ❝ I was in Brazil when I got these. Had to lay down as it got inked into me. Old school fashion. I think it was three days? ❞ She paused, looking up thoughtfully. ❝ Anyway, I’m a bit of a believer when it comes to the church-at least to the core principals of it. I believe in god and what was preached in the bible.. It’s why I pray.  The wings.. Well, I wanted them. I wanted to fly.. So I thought to get wings on my back to fly. ❞ She sighed wistfully, folding a towel and placing it on the shelf above the machine.❝ Damn that was a long time ago.. I guess I just wanted it as a symbol that I’m a free person.. That there is nothing to keep me grounded.. ❞ Not anymore at any rate. She went back to the basket, folding a shirt next.            Genji lowered his head, idly tracing the rim of his cup. ❝ What would that mean though? To be free? ❞ There was something in his voice. Something that made her move to his side. Concerned, she hesitated, the tips of her fingers connecting to his forearm.            ❝ Genji? ❞ She wasn’t sure what, but.. Something felt off about him as of late. He was hiding something. His eyes were distant, elsewhere. ❝ Genji if  there’s something up, you know you can trust me right? ❞ Genji looked up then, searching her expression for something. ❝ I made him mad.. Really mad.. I don’t think he’s going to forgive me with just a bowl of ramen this time around.. ❞ In that moment.. He looked more like a lost boy. Worried about something big-something that sent a red flag in her mind. A premonition to something dangerous. She hesitated, wanting to help him but unable to find the right words. She hated her helplessness. Her fingers twitched, and slowly she tugged his hand to set the cup down. Facing him, she rose to wrap her arms tentatively around his neck, drawing his head down to her shoulder. She really didn’t have any right words in her, felt too afraid to say the wrong thing. She felt him tense at first, then sigh and relax into her embrace. For now.. This was all she felt she could do.     After a while, he drew back.❝  … Thank you.❞  He smiled tightly. ❝  I’m okay.. I should head back home.❞ She nodded, but in her heart.. Didn’t believe those words to be true. ❝ See you later then..? ❞  He paused at the door, flashed a grin that look familiar but didn’t feel right. ❝  Of course.❞  )

Something wet rolled down her cheek, dampening her lashes and glistening in the faint light. Hanzo’s eyes widened, feeling the warm droplets fall to his cheek. She swallowed thickly at the emotion that rose suddenly in her. The storm only intensified outside, matching her wavering emotions. The tears.. They would not stop.              ❝ No.. ❞ She whispered, ❝ I won’t kill you.. That’d be too easy. ❞ Shakily, she rose up and tucked her gun back into its holster. She fished out something else, letting it fall to his chest. A feather. Brown with dark stripes. Walking back to the window, she gazed at him over her shoulder. Hanzo sat up slowly, looking at the feather then her.                      ❝ He wouldn’t want this.. I have to believe that.. ❞ She readied herself to climb out the window. Hanzo reached out, ❝ —Wait ! ❞ She glared at him, amber eyes flashing.          ❝ Did you..? ❞ Amaria turned her head, slipping down her visor and raising her hood, a dry laugh rolling down her lips.❝ … I’ll never really know thanks to you… Goodbye Hanzo.. ❞            Lighting blinded him, and then she was gone. Hanzo swore he thought he heard the sound of a sparrow as he looked at the feather in his hand.    (❝ You know.. You remind me of my brother. ❞ Amaria looked up from her noodles, brows raised incredulously. ❝ Excuse me ? That a compliment or an insult? ❞                        ❝ Hey hey, I’m being sincere. ❞ He laughed, meeting her gaze. Amaria rolled her eyes purposely, taking a few bits of her mango chicken. ❝ Uh-huh, so what is it that me and your stick in the mud brother have in common? ❞                Genji ate a few bits of his pepper steak and rice. ❝ Well.. You both have a lonely air about you two.. Like lone wolves or something.. I think if you two could put a few things to the side.. You could be great friends maybe.. Or good friends.. ❞                  ❝ Hmph.. ❞ She studied him, brows raised. Damn him, he was a sharp one wasn’t he?  ❝ …  Well.. I don’t.. feel so lonely anymore.. ❞ She kept her gaze on her meal.                       ❝ Oh? ❞ She could almost hear him grin smugly. ❝ Be still my heart I think I’ve grown on you Miss Lone wolf. ❞ She swore her ears warmed. Clearing her throat, she munched on some rice, suddenly annoyed. ❝ I’m more of a vixen for one thing and.. ❞  Keeping the chopsticks to her mouth, she scrunched her nose. ❝ You.. Are my friend.. ❞              ❝ Aww you do care~. ❞ He sing-sang and she stole a pepper steak from his bowl. ❝ –Hey ! ❞  She cackled after swallowing it, sticking out her tongue. ❝ Bleeeh. ❞ That was the last time she’d ever admit feeling any attachment. Still he laughed, the sound warm and she knew she really didn’t hate the guy. And in some ways, he’d been right.. It was the first time in a long time that she didn’t feel so alone in the world. )

[cverthelcve-blog]

a victor but no victory || self-para

Spotlights blinded Annie as she stood on the steps of District 4′s justice building. The cards with her handwritten speech scrawled across them shook in her small hands as her green eyes blinked vacantly across the crowd. T h e r e . . . just on the edge of the crowd stood the raised platform with the family who had lost a son protecting HER. His beaming face smiled down from the hologram above the brothers && sisters he had left behind && the victor girl felt a burning GUILT eat away at her.

     Andrew would never get to come HOME, while she became District 4′s pride && joy.      The girl from nowhere elevated to such heights for nothing at all except for the price                                                                 of 23 lives.

She heard someone behind her clear their throat && she couldn’t tell whether it was Finnick or her escort, but she knew she had stood silent for a second too long. The          silence was becoming deafening && the people were growing restless.

     It is customary for the victor to give a speech about each districts’ fallen tributes. For                                               district 4 . . . that will be Andrew.

She hadn’t needed her escort to tell her what her district partner’s name was. He was from home && yet the gruesome sight of his end was all she ever saw when she closed her eyes. The blood . . . the head . . . the eyes staring into hers long               after he had breathed his last as if she could have SAVED him.

❝ I . . . ❞ I could have saved him.

     Tears burned through her eyes && the cards fell from her hands. The shaking had      spread up her arms && into her chest until her entire body was trembling under the      weight of the PAIN. Her breathing became erratic && Finnick moved to her side . . .                            as her mentor, this reflected on him as well, she knew.

❝ I can’t do this. Not here. Not him. I c-can’t. ❞ Annie mumbled as her mind spiraled out of control. Memories crashed against each other until everything blurred && reality could not be deciphered from the imaginary. Or more accurately, the present could not                                                be told apart from the PAST.

     Hands grabbed her shoulders && she was being led away; back into the justice building                                   as she struggled to prevent herself from falling apart. 

❝ Gemma . . . Diamandis . . . Cassia . . . Julius . . . Flux . . . Cable . . . An . . . ❞ Andrew.

     23 names forever SEARED into her mind as she had the fortune, or perhaps the      MISFORTUNE, of being the one to walk out of the arena. She had survived, but                                  was surviving really worth the price she paid?

[the-lady-tremaine]

jilted lovers, broken hearts || self para

The winter’s chill settled into Beatrice’s bones as she walked through the streets, but she supposed it shouldn’t really bother her...her heart was already ice. Regrets didn’t plague her like she thought they would when she walked away from everything she had known. Her mother hadn’t cried, her father hadn’t apologized, and her sisters didn’t call her back...all ties she had with her ‘family’ were now severed...mutually it seemed. 

Perhaps it was because she was now legally an adult at 18...or maybe it was because they’d never cared.

She had nothing to protect herself from the cold and she could feel every pebble beneath her house slippers, yet she still kept on walking. She hadn’t grabbed anything substantial when she left, but it hardly mattered now. Her mind hadn’t formulated her destination, however she suddenly found herself in the middle of beautiful gardens. Ones of the like that she had only dreamed about when she was growing up. This glittering world of bright colors, satin gowns, and wealth was where she belonged...she would rise and she’d make sure that she would outshine any sun at the court when she did.

❝ --Hey! ❞

The voice carried across the frozen expanse of the gardens which, even at this time of year, were still magnificent in its barren beauty. A jolt of fear coursed through her spine, but this was her new reality...she needed to act like the courtly woman she was destined to be, despite the instincts to run and hide like she had when her father called out to her like that.

Slowly, she turned on her heel to come face to face with a young man around her age. Her green eyes immediately focused on his one overwhelmingly obvious trait...that fire engine red hair. It stood out like a flame against the gray backdrop of the frozen land a flame that she would be drawn to like a moth, unbeknownst to her at the time. Beatrice tilted her chin up in an act of confidence and tried to look like she belonged here. The land belonged to the court and was really only meant for those of the upper classes, not some lowly street urchin. ❝ What do you want? ❞

His brown eyes carried a soft kindness that she was unaccustomed to seeing and she tried her best not to become undone by it all. Although his words were not what she expected, even with the kindness shining through. ❝ You don’t need to pretend. I’ve had enough for court ladies for the day anyway... ❞ he started. 

❝ Ho-- ❞

❝ Your dress is too plain and even if I wasn’t one to notice such a thing, your house slippers are showing. ❞

A smirk tugged at his lips and she tried not to smile herself. Of course it was obvious...especially to a court member. Beatrice rolled her shoulders back and imagined herself in a satin dress with ruby slippers instead of the ragged hand me down from her mother and tattered slippers. I belong here. I’m one of you.

❝ Miss Beatrice King. ❞ she said before falling into a graceful curtesy. It was self taught, but by the way she executed it, no one would no that.

King. What an ironic name.

❝ Alfred Moore. Pleasure to meet you. ❞

He took her home that afternoon when he realized that she had nowhere to go. It was the first time that her skin had touched the silken fabrics of the wealthy or that she had eaten until she was full. His parents resided full time in the country side, so they had the home to themselves. No one knew where she was, and no one cared. But Alfred was different...he smiled at her when she passed and always called her Miss King as a perfect gentleman should and with each passing day, she felt a little bit of her frozen heart thaw.

She had to tell herself it meant nothing. It was a means to an end. And she truly believed it until one afternoon, so different from their first, but equally monumental. It was bright out...eternal...and he came to her to ask for a walk. She had been with him in that giant house for a few months now, and all the while she felt herself feel again. The emotions that she had locked up for her protection were coming to light now....it was a flood, but instead of drowning her, it was washing her clean.

It was that afternoon that she was baptized in those emotions...a beautiful, deluge that washed her clean of her fear, but instilled a new one. The fear of losing him.

❝ I love you Beatrice. ❞

He said it so simply...as if it was his absolute truth. But it terrified her...how it made her heart flutter! This was dangerous...this was fire...and she would be burned if she didn’t watch out.

❝ That’s the first time you’ve called me by my name you know... ❞

They were married come the spring and she just told herself that she had achieved everything she had dreamed of. It wasn’t love...it was ambition. She had money, security, and a husband who did not know where her heart truly laid...but was she telling herself the truth?

A year passed and she welcomed a beautiful baby girl. Anastasia. The little girl seemed like she would break in her mother’s arms the first time she held her, but Beatrice’s heart skipped a beat when she saw the fire engine red hair and saw Alfred’s eyes staring back at her. It was only then that she understood that this was what she was missing in her life, though she hadn’t known it until now.

He had been by her side the entire time, despite the common practice that the fathers wait outside the room until the women’s business was over. But he had refused to leave her alone...She’s my wife and she needs me.

❝ She’s beautiful...❞ he said in awe of the little bundle that they had created.

❝ I love you! ❞

It was sudden and fell off her lips as if she had been destined to say it, as she had been destined to rise to these heights. It occurred to her that this was the first time that she meant it when she said it. Three words...eight letters...and she finally allowed herself to fall.

Anastasia was walking now...or more like wobbling around. It took everything Beatrice had to keep on eye on the adventurous redhead. Sometimes she wished that she could see more of herself in her daughter, but when she saw the bright brown eyes or the red streak when Ana whizzed by, all those wishes were replaced by hopes that one day her daughter would have a position at court. After all, a child like that with the sun for a mother and a star for a father was destined for great things.

Suddenly another flash of red caught her attention...it wasn’t the brilliant fiery red that reflected the golden summer light in its twisting tendrils. No...this time it was deep and sickly...like blood. The guards marched up the tranquil hill towards the Moores’ home and a cold fear lodged itself in the lady. She had seen many things in her young life that could strike fear in most people’s hearts, but never hers. Now things were different. She had a daughter and a life and so much to lose.

❝ Ana! ❞

Beatrice scooped her child up into her arms and ran towards the house while she called out for her husband. A visit from the Red Guard only brought death in its wake. Beatrice pleaded with whatever divinity that would listen to take her life instead of her child’s or her husband’s...but the Gods don’t have mercy...that’s what makes them Gods.

The knock on the front door seemed to shake Beatrice to her core, but she refused to show her fear. Alfred was at her side and Ana was in her arms...she could only hope this was a cruel mistake. 

❝ Alfred Moore. You are under arrest by order of Her Majesty, the Queen, for the capital offense of treason. ❞

Treason.

The word resonated in her head until she seemed not to hear anything else...numb. That’s what she was...this couldn’t be happening! The carefully crafted world that she constructed was tumbling down around her eyes. Maybe it’s not possible to hear a heart break, but she was sure that the shattering of hers could be heard for miles.

It was only Ana’s cries that snapped her out of her revery. Not Alfred’s voice calling out her name desperately...not the lieutenant’s apologies to the wife of a traitor....it was Ana’s cries. Beatrice had other priorities now...she had to think of Ana. Her daughter was destined for great things...who would guide her on that path if she was arrested for sympathizing with a traitor? Her daughter seemed to breathe life back into her mother, but she physically felt her heart freeze again. No...not freeze. It vanished. Disappeared. Like some cruel magician’s trick. It was gone...just like that. The years of happiness accumulated into this one moment of heartbreak that was too much for her to bear. So she killed it all. 

                   ( She killed her heart to survive the break. )

❝ Bea, please! ❞

❝ I do not consort with traitors. ❞

With that she turned her nose up and ushered her daughter out of the room without so much as a second glance to the man whom she had loved unconditionally. She had other priorities now...

On the day of the execution, Beatrice locked herself up in her room and allowed no one to attend her. She had seen him so many times in the resulting weeks after his arrest. It was more for Ana’s sake than anything...she needed a goodbye. As for Beatrice? Her life was already incomplete...what was another missed goodbye? Oh how her daughter cried to see her father behind bars! Though Beatrice assumed that she didn’t understand what this all meant...she didn’t understand the implications of it...

Beatrice did.

Some say that you can feel when a loved one passes. She wished that were true...Beatrice waited the entire afternoon for the dreadful canon fire that would signify his departure. When it finally came, she didn’t feel any different. At least physically...emotionally, she was a wreck.

Stupid! Naive! Lonely!

The words played in her mind and she cursed herself. She had seen how love had torn her mother apart when she made excuses for her drunk of a husband. She had to know better than to think love was anything other than a self-destructive lie. But she didn’t...she let herself fall for the man she was supposed to be just using. She was burned by the flame that burned so brightly in him.

Beatrice allowed herself the afternoon to cry her eyes out until she had no more tears. It was painful...these ugly, wracking sobs that consumed her body and threatened to tear her soul in two. But when she finally ceased...she pulled herself off the bed and walked out the door. Beatrice never allowed her to think about Alfred again, even though she saw so much of him in her daughter. She supposed that’s partially why she’s so cold towards her. That and the fact that she doesn’t want to get too close..lest she lose her daughter too.

The girl who had lost everything only had one more thing to live for now...so she walked out of that bedroom and took her daughter to a hotel downtown. It was a quiet transition...no great ceremony for the wife of a convicted traitor...but she knew.

She had left her heart and her memories in that room back at the manor. But she had taken with her the one lesson she learned from being burned.

She would never love again.

[survivoradversaries]

Episode 1 Confessionals

Jules

  Kevin:

I literally don’t even know who you are. Are you sure you’re a returning player?

Kaitlyn:

Kaitlyn has parvati as her avatar thing and I don’t like Parvati one bit so I’m gonna be real wary of her. Not nervous wary. Just I’m pretty sure she’s gonna be a brat wary.

Jules:

Look out for the future winner of Tumblr Survivor: Okinawa! Winner winner chicken dinner.

Laure:

I hope Laure will actually trust me after what I did in Ireland. But at the same time, I also hope that I won’t need to vote her out again. Either way, I’m open.

Molly:

Again, who even are you?

Trace:

I think Trace does org stuff and I don’t care about org stuff so w/e.

Dane:

Irrelevant.

Austin:

But really, I have no idea who any of this cast is. This is what happens when you go away to summer camp for several months. Jeebus Christ.

Jake:

At least I’ve heard of Jake.

Jessica:

I feel like I heard somewhere that she has a tendency to overreact? (literally why did I decide to do a cast assessment?)

Cole:

NO. NO. NO. OH MY GOD. I thought he was out of this community what the fuck.

Jessy: Refer to my Dear Jessy confessional from Ireland. An excerpt: “Dear Jessy,

I don’t like you. I don’t want you here. You are honestly the most annoying person in this game.”

Matt: Which Matt is this? I know he was on my draft once, but I’m pretty sure he flopped.

Justin H: Meh. Whatevskis.

Sam: I feel like Sam is too controlling to align with. We’ll see.

Ryan: I’m pretty excited to play with Ryan but I also feel like he (along with the other hosts playing) has an advantage, since he’s seen firsthand how so many of these people play.

MJ: Apparently MJ was like, a big thing. Whatever.

Joe: I’m excited to play with Joe. He’s my buddy. But at the same time, it’s great because his social game is so terrible that it would cover me.

Jack: Jack’s back for more. Of course.

Owen: I think we were allies for the brief period of time that I was in Tumblr survivor big brother before Laure kicked me out.

  Justin

  This concerns me. This concerns me greatly.

My initial thought on the twist was that it’d be a Wanda/Jonathan type scenario, and we’d be voting off two people. Then all pairs remaining in tact would be placed on a tribe together to try to create drama. Pairs that lose a member would be randomly placed. If two castaways from the same pair are voted out, then a pair would be randomly split up.

I don’t know if I want that to happen or not. I feel confident I wouldn’t go if it did. Then I’d be with Matt, of course, and I truly don’t know how high on his threat list I am. Plus who knows who else would be on the tribe? As of right now I don’t know my tribe anyway, so what’s it matter if that were to happen?

I don’t think that’s the case now, though. Just my first knee-jerk reaction.

  Cole

  My adversary is jessy… Man you guys really outdid yourself, you found someone that I despised more than anybody. Most of these people aren’t even that angry at each other. Oh and I’m literally never going to post in that main chat like I’m just going to do my challenges and that’s it, I literally can’t bring myself to be fake to them and I don’t care to know them either.

But anyways me and Jessy were the weakest flash game competitors in Ireland hands down. Thankfully I have gotten better at flash games but I’m pretty sure Jessy is still going to flop.

Like our chat log is pure gold

[9/9/14, 9:17:47 PM] Jessy: hi

[9/9/14, 9:18:00 PM] Cole Uhas (◠△◠✿): hi

[9/9/14, 9:18:27 PM] Jessy: so I’m not interested in fighting you don’t have to work with me but for this challenge we do

[9/9/14, 9:18:37 PM] Cole Uhas (◠△◠✿): ok

[9/9/14, 9:20:28 PM] Cole Uhas (◠△◠✿): i already have 247520

[9/9/14, 9:21:09 PM] Jessy: nice

[9/9/14, 9:21:15 PM] Cole Uhas (◠△◠✿): totes!

Like I really wish she would stop talking to me like she’s done so many bad things towards me and I’m done with her.

Literally I know Kaitlyn is in this game so that’s basically the only thing that is keeping me alive right now.

Jessy

  I’m back! So I’m going to play my game a little different this time around, try to lay low for the early portion of the game not look like too much of a threat but of course that’s hard when you have Cole as your adversary. Fortunately people hate him because of ‘cemmasurvivor’ but unfortunately I have to work with him for this challenge. Of course I have to be the bigger person. Right now nothing bad is happening but the conversation is kinda weird. I don’t like it. Look, I know with any other pair it’d be better if the two people were working together but hey if people see that I have no partner in this game they’ll think that I am in need of allies and that looks like a free vote to others, and if people think they have your vote, why not keep them around? So I’m going to try to get him voted off, since Kaitlyn and him would be a big pair in this game anyway. But I have no idea what this challenge is. I thought it’d be Anarchy but Justin said we have no tribes for at least 2 days so yeah.

Right now I’m talking to a large range of people, I didn’t do that last time and I got pre-jury so yeah. But I consider my close allies Sam, Jake, Molly, Trace, Matt and Owen. The others seems like I have to have a forced conversation with them like it’s not real and genuine.

I am not going to trust any of the Ireland people aIot because when I trusted Joe in Maluku it got me voted off.

Well that’s really all for now. I suck at this challenge more than Cole (he has 240k… how?)

  Laure

  I would like to think I’ve come back into the game better.  I’ve gotten my shit together on the ORG and hell really got my shit together in that Boreno sub-game, but I think I already fucked up.

I’ve been talking a lot again.  Getting myself in trouble.  Of course Joe and Jules are together and I made the mistake of talking about how I don’t want to work with Jules on call.  She legit wants to make a final 2 deal with me?  What happened to last time we had a final 2 deal?

What happened in Ireland isn’t over, I don’t forget and I don’t forgive.

Hell I refuse to work with Justin H cause of Jack’s Skype Survivor of all things.

People like Jules and Joe don’t understand though, I’m not the same Laure.  Yeah I’m talking shit right now and getting in trouble, but I’ll get over it.  What I didn’t have the last time was pre-game relations, and this time I have a ton.  Way more than Jules and Joe have.  I’m dangerous this time, and they shouldn’t fuck with me.

I’m no longer apart of the piece of community that hates Sam, because really Sam isn’t bad…. I love Matt Summers, and I love Trace.  I think working with Ryan would be fun I really hope we can make this work it’s a dream alliance tbh.

I’ve got friends this time, actual back up to run to when things go wrong.  I think I will be fine.  Though if I get voted out before Cole and Kaityln I should just kill myself tbh.

Joe

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L2JnpDNGTdI

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TAYE6N9MmrQ

  Ryan

  Ok. So when the cast was revealed I was pretty happy about it. I don’t know most of these people and a lot of them don’t know each other either. So i hope this mess of a shit show that we refer to as Heroes Vs. Villains wont happen again.

Obviously I am going to work with Jess. Me and her are good friends and I know we are both loyal people who don’t turn on friends. I have also been talking to Jules and Matt and we are gonna make an alliance. Jules also has Joe around her pretty little finger. Apparently last night when he was on call he told her everything that happened. I’m just glad I didn’t say anything against Jules. But it doesn’t look good for Laure. She is opening her mouth again and I think its going to rub these newbies the wrong way. Jules is already skeptical of her.

I don’t know what our alliance is going to be called but as soon as I know I’ll let y’all know.

Also fuck you guys for that Lar Lar thing in the rules. I’m not happy about this.

Me and Sam agreed not to talk shit about each other this season. Last time we played together we trash talked each other so much and worked so hard to get each other out that it turned out horrible for both of us. I don’t think I am going to trust her in this game but I am going to attempt this whole decency thing.

So far from what I have heard, people don’t want Jack, Cole or Kaitlin to stay very long. I don’t personally have anything against them but I wouldn’t mind seeing them all go early. Jack especially, I would trust Sam over him.

But otherwise, I am excited for this game!

  Jake

  So it’s day 0??? right now and I really have no idea who these people even are tbh. Majority of them are from Ireland+ which I have no information on at all. I’m basically just gonna go with what my number one ally, Jessica (shocker!), tells me. As of right now… Cole and Jack are the obvious targets by everyone because no one really likes them??? That’s what people tell me idk what will happen with tribes so we’ll see when that happens. I’m doing okay on the challenge for me so I’m happy about it. I’m really bad at talking to these people tbh none of them know how to keep a conversation besides owen, jessica, jessy and jules so….. they’re the only ones I can see myself working with in this game as of right now??? Also Kaitlyn is in this game which we don’t have the best history so I don’t know what she’s gonna do/tell other people so I’m kinda worried and might have to talk to her even though I’m really avoiding it until tribes lol. Also Jules told me that there was a call last night and an alliance has already formed between Joe, Laure, Ryan, Sam, Trace, Matt, and possibly other people so that worries me extremely because idk how I’m supposed to trust any of them now. Let’s all pray I’m not the first voted out.

Amen.

  Jessy

  So I started talking to Jules/Molly/Trace today about an alliance with the 4 of us. They all just agreed to working together. I really enjoy talking to them and I think it’s going to be really rad. I assume that people have already started alliances so I’m doing whatever the hell I can to make sure I’m in a good spot on my future tribe. Laure said that she’d love to work with Sam and I, and I would too! They’re really nice. Laure is working with me in another game and Sam helped me out alot of times in other games I’ve played (alas Mexico and Heroes vs Villains) and we still talk alot so this just goes out perfectly. Jake is a person I think I can put some of my trust in, we’ve talked before and he’s p rad and I think we could be good allies. I also talked to MJ one time and he told me he’s not voting me out (he told me that because I accidentally used a dog emote to him and he thought I was mentioning the fact that he was the Maluku pet and then I was like why don’t you say if someone says that to you that’ll you’ll vote them out? And he said like “Well I won’t be voting you out.) So yeah. Also last night Jules told me that Laure is being very shady and I’m like well just stick to your gut. But then Joe tells me he made a mockery of the Ireland players and I’m just like..

Joe tells so much shady stuff in this game, I’m not trusting him one bit. I’m sticking to Laure and I’m second guessing this whole aligning with Jules thing. Joe is making her sound very shady. Like don’t tell me that right after Jules tells me the same things you’re saying so it’s obvious that you guys are in an alliance.

  Cole

  I don't even want to play anymore

On 9/10/14, at 10:33 PM, Lil Mika wrote: > is Cole legit comparing himself to someone who actually played the game? (*runs*

Like I don’t even want to be here, why did I say yes to this. I’m literally so upset like go fuck yourself Laure. Like I don’t get why people have to keep attacking me about an online fucking game. I hate this community and everybody in it. God I just want to quit. Literally every day someone has to make a negative comment about me. I worked my ass off in Ireland I literally could’ve gotten second place if I chose Pris over grace. God I’m just so sick of this.

Like seriously vote me out ASAP thanks

  Laure

  Laure’s cast assessment:

http://superpole2000.tumblr.com/post/97194983284

  Owen

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFghcYzV7AQ

  Justin

  The challenge is due in less than 6 hours. I feel pretty good about Matt and I’s chances. We may not win, but I think we’ll be near the top. Of course, not winning doesn’t get us anything.

Matt’s been nice to me thus far, which is kind of relieving. He could easily just be doing it ‘cause we have to work together right now, but there’s a chance he’s going to leave Chief’s Island in the past. Whatever I’ve said about him in the past, he does play the game. We could do well together I think.

I’m hearing talk of at least one alliance already being made between some of the Ireland folks. Maybe when and if we get tribes they’ll get broken up.

  Cole

  Kaitlyn is literally the only person that matters in this game

She is literally my best friend and the one person I depend on. If she wasn’t playing these games anymore I would have left a long time ago. I’m ultimately not quitting because of her, she just is so resilient and I admire her. She’s basically my big sister and one of my best friends. I know people are going to target us first because of this, but I will try my best that she will succeed in this game because she’s just so amazing. People underestimate us we both, but we both made f3 and we both deserved making it that far and we are a dynamic duo. There have been big brother games where she would win HOH and I would win POV interchangeably, so these people need to watch out.

  Jessica

  Soooo this tribe is…. okay, I guess? It looks like I’m probably going to continue my streak of being on shitty tribes that lose everything premerge (Villains and Galladon, anyone?) but that’s okay because I think I’m still in a good position even if we lose a bit.

Before the swap, I was already in an alliance with Ryan, Jules, Joe, and Matt. I really liked that alliance - I trust Ryan and Matt a lot and Jules/Joe seems like a really good combo. I also really bonded with Dane at the start because he is also a cutie and very friendly which is awesome!

The thing that sucks is out of all of those people, I only got Joe on my tribe and honestly, he was kind of my last choice as an ally since I don’t know him very well at all. However, I don’t think anyone sees us as a likely duo, so I think I’ll be able to protect him by constantly shifting the target to other people and then we can grab whoever is left of Jules/Ryan/Matt at a tribe swap or merge. Cole, Kaitlyn, and Jack are the three I want out first and that seems to be the general consensus amongst everyone which is good! I just don’t want to see jury goats stay in the game long because honestly, they’re turning out to be bigger threats than actual players since they make the end  so often. And I’d like to see a final 2/3 where the jury has a difficult time picking a winner, not because they hate everyone, but because everyone played a genuinely amazing game.

Right now, I’m in a three person alliance with Jessy/Jake called “Triple J” which I really like. Jessy is awesome and Jakey is always the best (seriously, why are we adversaries again?) and even though they’re an obvious final 2 deal I have no problem working with them for now. Owen is a great person to have as well since he’s a good friend of mine and also he’s hilarious. Kevin is good at challenges from what I remember (although he is verrrrry anti-social) and MJ is too which is enough reason to keep him around (and let’s face it, his ego will be his downfall soon enough anyways).

Speaking of egos, there are a loooot of big ones in this season. I’m hoping everyone is really bitter at each other and gets annoyed quickly, meaning they all target each other and leave me to kind of just glide by until I’m in a more secure spot. I’m definitely planning to play the quiet strategist for the first part of the game and just let people tell me what they want and protect myself/Joe until we need to make bigger moves. It’s not the ideal way to play but I’d rather be unnoticed than targeted right away.

That’s it for now I guess! Hopefully people are bitter and let emotions get the best of them right now because then I’ll be safe for a while.

  Sam/Laure

  http://vocaroo.com/i/s1zaMn2xFVsZ

  Sam

  “Remember, this challenge is for something that is going to further yourself in this game - so try your best to win this challenge!”

I THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BE IMMUNITY! I would not have gotten MJ to throw it if I knew it was a dumb reward! (yes Justin it was very creative *slow claps*) Now I have a target on my back… thank you very much

  Dane

  I am so terrified of this tribe honestly, I have a feeling that I’m already on the outs and that I’ll easily be the first person targeted. I wasn’t here when they announced the tribes due to me being asleep and people being able to form bonds. Also, before the tribes were made people said that they would rather target Kaitlyn/Cole rather than Austin and I, well it was good in retrospect but now I for sure know I’m at the bottom of this tribe and I really need to work my way up, I’m not just gonna roll over and die and let these people run me over because I’m new to this community. I applied for this game to play and god dammit I’m gonna play hard and survive.

  Sam

  [9/11/2014 11:39:11 PM] Justin H: Can I be your replacement Justin?

[9/11/2014 11:39:19 PM] Sam: of course

[9/11/2014 11:39:22 PM] Sam: but i won’t vote you out ;)

[9/11/2014 11:39:31 PM] Justin H: I’ll let you make the calls so you don’t turn on me

Oh Hustin…. If you’re gonna let me make the calls, then you’re better off being my Kevin. Speaking of Kevin (hey Kevin when you read this I don’t hate you) KEVIN HATES ME! He’s still not over me dragging him that far in the game. You know what Kevin, you should be thanking me rather than being mad at me so please don’t try to vote me off at merge ughhh.

  Kevin

  I don’t really ever do confessionals, but I am not a fan of my tribe. Sam and Trace are the only people I actually know, and they are not on my tribe. I have to do what I can to stay alive, and if that means using some underhanded tactics, then so be it.

  Jake

  So I won— I mean… My tribe won the immunity challenge this week so we don’t have to worry about voting anyone off. As far as strategy has gone, there is a 5 person alliance consisting of Myself, Jessica, Jessica, Cole and Kaitlyn. Basically Jessica, Jessy and myself are the tight 3 called “Triple J” where basically we just wanna bring Cole and Kaitlyn to merge because they have no one to flip to and they’re easy targets. Also, I wanna maintain a relationship with Owen and MJ. I love Owen and would love to f2 with him tbh so I want him to stay. Jack/Joe/Kevin are our first targets. If we went to tribal it would of been Joe. So yeah. That’s what’s up.

About the immunity challenge I basically just won for the tribe let’s be real. Thank god I’m good at puzzles or that would of been a travesty. I hope I didn’t come off as a huge threat because I’m only good at puzzles and nothing else so… that would suck. Well, off to this sucky tribe see you at the next immunity challenge, Jeff.

  MJ

  So I won— I mean… My tribe won the immunity challenge this week so we don’t have to worry about voting anyone off. As far as strategy has gone, there is a 5 person alliance consisting of Myself, Jessica, Jessica, Cole and Kaitlyn. Basically Jessica, Jessy and myself are the tight 3 called “Triple J” where basically we just wanna bring Cole and Kaitlyn to merge because they have no one to flip to and they’re easy targets. Also, I wanna maintain a relationship with Owen and MJ. I love Owen and would love to f2 with him tbh so I want him to stay. Jack/Joe/Kevin are our first targets. If we went to tribal it would of been Joe. So yeah. That’s what’s up.

About the immunity challenge I basically just won for the tribe let’s be real. Thank god I’m good at puzzles or that would of been a travesty. I hope I didn’t come off as a huge threat because I’m only good at puzzles and nothing else so… that would suck. Well, off to this sucky tribe see you at the next immunity challenge, Jeff.

  Jessica

  How am I aligned with 80% of my tribe?!?! I literally never initiate conversations on skype but somehow I’m in three alliances: one with me, jessy, jake, a sub one with us + owen/mj (although nothing official has been made for that yet so idk about that…), and then another one with us three + cole/kaitlyn, which I think might be fake? I was kind of planning to treat it like it’s real because I want Cole around for a while.

Oh yeah. Remember last confessional when I said I wanted Cole out?? Yeah no he’s being super friendly now and I know it’s because he’s nervous he’s going home but gahhh it makes me want to work with him now. Hopefully I can swing things to vote out Jack since I see him flipping to Sam at a swap/merge easily and I don’t think he really wants to work with me.

Right now it looks like it’s between him, Joe, Kaitlyn, and Kevin for the first four boots. I don’t want Joe to go since he was in my original five person alliance from Day 0 but if everyone wants him out, there isn’t too much I can do. Kaitlyn I don’t know very well so I don’t feel super bad about her going (even though we are in an alliance together), but Kevin is someone I could see maybe working with in the future. Plus I understand the whole “I’m working so I can’t really chat” thing and it’s kind of easy to keep someone like that from flipping since they aren’t online enough to really think through a solid plan.

Even though I’m supposedly working with MJ, I kind of don’t want him around for too long. I don’t know him very well and he seems sort of explosive which makes him unpredictable and a bad ally. Even though everyone might want Kaitlyn or Joe out early, they’re at least fairly loyal players, same with Kevin. I’d rather keep them over someone who might freak out and flip if given the chance.

I guess we’ll see how everything plays out!

  Justin

  I fully recognize in my first game I was a social failure. I probably had no business getting as far as I did. Luckily, I did, and I got to come back. Right now I’m cautiously optimistic of my chances.

Since I was so terrible in Chief’s, my first goal in this game was to talk to as many people as possible. Thanks to “Day Zero” I was able to talk to almost everyone at least a bit. If a swap happens, I think I could have some decent inroads. That’s not something to worry about now, though. The main point is that “Day Zero” gave me good position in my own tribe.

When the tribes were divided, Matt and I had decided we didn’t want to take the effort to go against each other. I’m good with Sam, I got on good terms with Ryan, Molly, and Laure. Laure even went so far as to tell me there was an Ireland alliance with Joe, Jessy, and Jules. Plus, with Ryan being the Ireland host, we believe he’s with them, but I didn’t know that at the time.

So I made an alliance with with Matt, Sam, and Ryan, because I figured we were the strongest in flash games. Now however, I have an even better alliance with Laure, Matt, Sam, Molly, and Trace. The plan right now is to probably vote Ryan (yeah, that alliance lasted - sorry Ryan - still think you’re cool).

Seriously, though? Two alliances? Already? I’m so proud of myself.

  Austin

  So we lost the first immunity challenge, great! Now everyone is running around talking to everyone but not saying much. I don’t know who to vote for… but I sure as heck want to make it interesting! ;)

  Jessy

  My tribe is.. okay. Most of my allies were on the other tribe but whatever

I started an alliance with Jake and Jessica called the Triple J because they are rad and all of our names start with J. We decided to have a little thing with Cole and Kaitlyn to use their vote. We’re also going to have something with Owen and MJ (our tru alliance) but Triple J should be our inner alliance. If it ever goes down to the 5 of us I think MJ would be going because Jake hasn’t bonded with him and we’ve bonded with Owen mostly.

I’m getting worried as the days go because Kaitlyn is getting very shady with Jack. In the tribe chat she says

[9/13/2014 11:17:14 PM] Kaitlyn (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧: jack is currently having an asthma attack rn im pretty sure

that’s pretty suspicious. Also I don’t know what the hell a hadar is but I’m pretty sure Dane/Cole/Jake are going to bond with that even though they aren’t on the same tribe they aren’t talking about game but they are socializing which is pretty scary if you’re talking about possible flippers.

I really think I might go if we lose another challenge.

  Justin

  It’s pretty much set that Ryan’s gonna go. However, Dane didn’t know what was going on earlier and kinda freaking out. He was messaging everyone, so I told him what was going down, and now I’m in a side alliance with Dane, Sam, and Laure.

  Sam/Laure

  http://vocaroo.com/i/s1o2RJ1tyeNb

  Cole

  First Impressions (Yomamama)

Jessy: She’s my adversary but we were able to sort out our differences for now. We know we have to stick together or we will get eliminated back to back.

Joe: He said he was a brony I’m literally repulsed from him, he’s so gross omg.

(he’s trying to flip the votes on me)

(thanks for Jessy telling me everything)

(me when I get him voted out again)

Kaitlyn: I literally love her so much

(I’m Rachelle because I’m a really boring person)

Jack:

I don’t think he has anybody he could be really useful for me.

Jessica: I have no idea if she’s fake as hell but she is literally the only person that is nice to me except for kaitlyn so we cool.

Jake: Didn’t expect to align with him at all but he’s cool when he isn’t moody oh and we used to be close friends so lets see how that turns out

Kevin:

If he didn’t like kaitlyn he won’t like me, also he never bothered to add me so he can go like next week tbh, who is just annoying

Mj: He is definitely a wildcard I’m going to form a relationship with him in the upcoming days, he could def be our alliance’s 6th vote for majority and I love hiding behind competition beasts (grace,adderly, and pris)

Owen: He doesn’t like me so like is there really anything to say about him.

Also by rankings:

Jessica has won

Jack has gotten 2nd twice

Kaitlyn and I got 3rd

Jake has gotten 4th

The rest were early Jury.

  Owen

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHyWLoTiMoE

  Sam

  So I spent hours doing those stupid puzzles since some people (LAURE) are incompetent with puzzles only to lose the challenge…

So Ryan and I have decided to be cordial and he was helping me out on Hoshu Island and he wants to vote together! So he approaches me about voting out Laure.

I’m not voting out Laure. She’s never made merge, let her be Ryan! So we rallied the numbers to go against that plan and vote out Jules but then we got to talking and realized that maybe voting out Ryan wouldn’t be a bad idea. If I continue to go to Hoshu Island, Ryan continues to join me increasing his chances of finding the idol (speaking of which I think I’m really close to finding it!!!) He also has friends on the other tribe and his likability is a threat. Jules on the other hand, has no friends in this game so keeping her around for one more vote isn’t too bad.

So as of now, my alliance is myself, Laure, Trace, Hustin, Molly and Matt. So we were in a call discussing the vote and the all of the sudden… JULES WAS ADDED TO THE CALL BY LAURE! So I hang up the call and call Laure yelling at her!

But Matt is supposed to be with Ryan and Jules so he had to lie to them and tell them he didn’t know what was going on. And it actually was a blessing in disguise cause I brought it up to Ryan without him prompting that conversation which helped gain his trust.

Then the next day, Dane just started freaking out to everyone. So Hustin added him to an alliance with myself and Laure in order to make him feel safe and to keep him from scrambling. Then Austin approached me about an alliance with him and Molly. Perfect now I’m aligned with everyone but Jules. So if all goes as planned the vote will be 8-2 and Ryan will get #franchesca’ed. (SORRY RYAN!!)

I didn’t intend on playing this way so early but going into the game with a plan is dumb and I’m dumb which makes my plan dumb….  

  Jack

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6PZ2Er9RLL8

  Laure

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQZNEPZLR-g&feature=youtu.be