This story is not going to be finished ever guys, read "Sorry Friends" for more information as to why this is.
The children of Chaggie, StaticMoth, Huskerdust and CherriSnake are the newest alliance of Overlords in Hell. (Basically the VKs)
Before I divulge my questions, thoughts, fears, you must first hear my introductory phrase[s].
In which Coriolanus Snow's alliance with the daughter of President Ravinstill during his Academy years proves to be far more; a perfect ally, a bottomless fountain to his joy - Daphne Ravinstill is his equal, the match he long since desired, but has only recently realized he needed. coriolanus snow x oc written by @llxcifers cover made by @llxcifers
Lena has hated Jace Hartley with a burning passion since kindergarten. But when everything she thought she knew about Hartley suddenly changes, will she still cling to the familiar feud between them, or will she slip and fall into something far more terrifying?*** Sarcastic rich girl Lena Montez is sure about one thing. Jace Hartley is the worst person. Ever. They've been playing a game of pranks and one-ups for over a decade, fueled by their never-ending feud and mutual burning hatred for the other. But when a car accident keeps Lena at home for months, she returns to school to find that something is different. Instead of spilling his drink over her, Jace is offering to carry her books. Instead of making rude comments about her, he is sending her pretty smiles and gentle laughs. Suddenly, Lena finds herself walking a tightrope between hate and something else.[[word count: 100,000-150,000]]
- Si te dijera la verdad ahora... - duda unos instantes - fuera lo que sea... si te diera una parte de mi pasado... ¿soportarías entenderlo? ¿Estas segura que no saldrías huyendo después de esto? ¿De que no me juzgaras como todo el mundo lo ha hecho? ¿Estas segura de que no huirías de mí? Era el mejor de los tiempos, era el peor de los tiempos, era la edad de la sabiduría, era la edad de la insensatez, era la época de la creencia, era la época de la incredulidad, era la estación de la luz, era la estación de la oscuridad, era la primavera de la esperanza, era el invierno de la desesperación. -Charles Dickens. El tiempo es una alucinación de lo que es real, sus tiempos eran como la lluvia y fuego, una creación y una destrucción. El creador hizo del tiempo un misterio y ellos del misterio una realidad. "Ambos estaban pálidos y delgados; pero aquellos rostros pálidos estaban iluminados por el amanecer de un nuevo futuro"
Kill the world that stole from us. Kill the people. The men and women in white coats that used us. The ones that took our powers, and unleashed them upon the world. Sure, it was for a 'good cause'. But did we care? No. Not when we were the ones strapped to the tables, being cut open as we scream in agony and fear. Crying for parents that would never come. I am among the last. There are two of us left, and they keep coming after us. So, what would you do?You would kill. I know, because I have. Ozpin took us in. He is kind. Gives us food, water, and a home. I will ensure his safety. No matter the cost.