#Because what is a Second Age fanfic without a ton of pain
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As much as Iāve enjoyed all the confusion and outrage over Sauronās identity from all sides, like Iāve said here, I think itās time I throw my hat into the Sauron guessing ring!
Because we all need as much of the fun kind of speculation we can get.
Anyway I donāt think Sauron is any of the characters weāve seen so far. In fact, I donāt think weāll see Sauron on screen until season 2! If weāre lucky, weāll see/hear him at the very end of the season finale as a kind of hook, but right now we will not know for certain heās here.
Based on the info we get from episode 2, which I will elaborate on below, I suspect that Sauron is already in Eregion and already amongst the jewelsmiths.
Who would tell you this? Which thrall??
This is not found in any recorded document (or Doylishly, not in any of Tolkienās writings). Maybe dear old Uncle Maedhros told you this tale.
But that's not it, isn't it? A certain Lord of Gifts has been whispering in your ear, hasn't he?
Why spring? When 20 or even 30 years is nothing to the elves and you certainly do not have the manpower for such an ambitious building project on such short notice.
And damningly, why is this proposed forge in the shape of Sauronās sigil?!
Spoilers for future events under the cut:
Sauron already being in Eregion but going unnoticed by the people who canonically donāt trust him (Elrond, Gil-galad, Galadriel), because itās Celebrimbor who is approaching people for this project and making them think it's his own idea, would be delicious drama because it would hurt everyone involved.
Celebrimbor - Forā¦ obvious banner related reasons.
Elrond - For aiding evil in the course of duty and letting his admiration and trust blind him. For bringing doom unto the dwarves in the form of 7 rings.
Gil-galad - Because he has unwittingly aided that which has come to destroy his kingdom. Suspicious and politically astute Gil-galad who is already aware that trouble is on the horizon and is doing his best to keep it at bay without alarming his subjects. Except by helping Celebrimbor whom he trusts for counsel, Gil-galad has doomed his kingdom by trusting bad advice. And this would be particularly terrible for a Gil-galad, son of Orodreth, who is most well-known for dooming his kingdom of Nargothrond (founded by Finrod from the prologue) by believing in terrible advice. All Gil-galadās nightmares are coming true all at once.
Galadriel - Because from episode 1 we see her hunting Sauron across the far corners of Middle-earth. Sheās spent so long away from home and has pushed herself and her followers to their limits, alienating everyone around her in the process, because she knows heās out there. But all this hard work was for nothing, because the call is coming from inside the house and she wasnāt there to stop him.
Everything they are doing, all the missions and goals they have set for themselves? All of this will come to nothing. The road to hell will be paved with their good intentions.
Becauseā¦ wellā¦ Theyāre Noldor.
Tears unnumbered ye shall shed; and the Valar will fence Valinor against you, and shut you out, so that not even the echo of your lamentation shall pass over the mountains. On the House of FĆ«anor the wrath of the Valar lieth from the West unto the uttermost East, and upon all that will follow them it shall be laid also. Their Oath shall drive them, and yet betray them, and ever snatch away the very treasures that they have sworn to pursue. To evil end shall all things turn that they begin well; and by treason of kin unto kin, and the fear of treason, shall this come to pass. The Dispossessed shall they be for ever.
Ye have spilled the blood of your kindred unrighteously and have stained the land of Aman. For blood ye shall render blood, and beyond Aman ye shall dwell in Deathās shadow. For though Eru appointed to you to die not in EƤ, and no sickness may assail you, yet slain ye may be, and slain ye shall be: by weapon and by torment and by grief; and your houseless spirits shall come then to Mandos. There long shall ye abide and yearn for your bodies, and find little pity though all whom ye have slain should entreat for you. And those that endure in Middle-earth and come not to Mandos shall grow weary of the world as with a great burden, and shall wane, and become as shadows of regret before the younger race that cometh after. The Valar have spoken.
āQuenta Silmarillion, āOf the Flight of the Noldorā
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Mini Fanfic #572: A Chat with Santa (Kingdom Hearts)
9:48 p.m. at Halloween Town........
Roxas: (Walks Right Next to Xion While Looking Inside his Trick-or-Treat Bag, Filled with Tons of Candy) Man....Sora, was not kidding when he said this place was going all out with Trick-or-Treating this year.
Xion: (Smiles Brightly and Excitedly) I know, right? This is already a lot better than last year! I'm really happy we get the chance to celebrate the second year of Halloween together, Roxas.
Roxas: (Smiles Softly towards his Best Friend) Me too, Xion. This night would be even more amazing if Lea and Isa were here to join us.
Xion: (Starts Getting a Little Bit Worried) You don't think they'll be too bored or lonely without us, do you?
Roxas: Nah. I'm sure they'll be just fine. Though, I do kind of wonder what they're doing right now......
Meanwhile at Christmas Town, Santa's Workshop.........
Santa: (Simply Crosses his Arms While Sitting Behind his Desk) ...........................
Lea: I know this might be too much to ask.....(Chuckles Awkwardly) You know, given how much of a very busy man you are and everything, buuuuut.......(Slowly Clasps his Hands Together) Would you be so kind enough as to.....You know.... Finally place our names back to Nice List? Please?
Santa: ........................................
Lea: Now, I know what you're thinking: "Why on Earth are two grown adults come by my workshop and ask me something silly like removing their names out of the Naughty List?" Well, Ironically enough, the answer's more simple than you think. You see, since we are now in the age of full maturity, looking after the town, raising two amazing kids and whatnot, I, for one, believe that we are deserving of the spot on the Nice List.
Isa: (Get Up from a Chair He Was Seating) If I may be blunt on the topic at hand, Mr. Claus, I firmly believe that I deserve that spot quite a lot more than my partner could ever hope of obtaining.
Lea: (Slowly Turns his Head to Isa and Glares at Him) Pardon?
Isa: You're excused.
Lea: DON'T try to get smart with, Knockoff Einstein. What in the hell makes you think you deserve to be in that Nice List more than yours truly, huh?!
Isa: (Raised an Eyebrow While Crossing his Arms) Do I really need to mention all the idiotic incidents you put the both of us through when we we're younger?
Lea: Don't even bother. I've already grown past those childish memories. (Points at Isa) But don't you stand here and think that you were little angel yourself, Isa! Need I remind you all the times you pulled those cruel pranks on me when we were kids?!
Isa: I only pulled them because you started pranking me first.
Lea: Yeah? Well, at least my pranks were more simple and straight to the point.
Isa: (Rolled his Eyes) They were all more of annoyance if anything.....
Lea: ('Scoffs') Whatever, man! All I'm saying here is that if one of us goes on that Nice List, it's me.
Isa: (Glares at Lea) And like I said before, I am the one who is more deserving of that spot than you could even hope for.
Lea: (Glares Back at Isa's Face) No! I deserve that spot!
Isa: No. I deserve it.
Lea: I deserve it!
Isa: I Deserve it!
Lea: I. Deserve. IT!!
????: BOYS!!!!
The duo Immediately stop their bickering and turn their heads to none other than Roxas and Xion glaring at them in a very disappointed manner.
Xion: (Places her Hands on her Hips) What is going on here? And why in all of Twilight Town are you in Santa's Workshop?
Lea: H-Heyyyyy there, Kiddos!.....(Chuckles Awkwardly) D-Don't mind us, we were just here to uhhhh........
Isa: We are just here to pay Santa a visit. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Roxas: (Raised an Eyebrow) Oh really? Then why did we just heard you two arguing just now?
Lea: Uhh.....Just....(Shrugged with an Awkward Smile) Cause......
Xion: Axel!
Isa: ('Sighs in Defeat') We're only here to try and convince Santa to put us on the Nice List.
Lea: ('Scoffs') I don't even know what he's even talking about-
Isa: (Bumped his Shoulder onto to Lea's a Bit too Hard)
Lea: (Wince in Pain) Okay, fine! He's telling the truth......
Roxas: So, instead of going Trick-or-Treat with us, you choose to go to Christmas Town, just so you could bother Santa on picking you two on the Nice List?
Lea: ..............Pretty much, yeah.
Xion: I cannot believe you two. Roxas and I did not raised you to be this bothersome and disrespectful. And in front of Santa Claus of all people!
Lea: Hey-ey-ey, hold on a minute there, you little rascals. We are the ones who raised you, not the other way around!
Roxas: True, but this family is a team effort. If you guys try and keep us from getting out of line, we do the same for the both of you too.
Xion: (Simply Nodded) That's right!
Lea: .......Crap. We did say something about all of that, didn't we?
Isa: ('Sigh') I believe so, Lea.
Xion: (Sighs While Softly Pinching her Nose) Look, we'll talk about all of this once we get home. Right now, we want you to leave out of Santa's Workshop and let him work in peace.
Lea/Isa: But-/We not ready to-
Xion: (Points at the Door) Now.
Lea/Isa: ('Sighs in Defeat') Yes, ma'am......(Make Their Way to the Door)
Isa: (Glares at Lea) I blame you for this, Lea.....
Lea (Glares Back at Isa) And I blame you for letting me talk you into this.....
Xion: No fighting, you two.
Lea/Isa: Okay.........(Walks Out the Door Together)
Xion: (Sighs Before Turning Back to Santa) We are so sorry for their behavior towards you today, Santa.
Roxas: Yeah..........They normally don't act like this.....Okay, maybe Axel, but definitely not Isa.
Santa: (Chuckles Lightly and Jolly Like) There's no need to apologise, you two. Your parents weren't a real bother to me at all. To tell you the truth....(Starts Snickering a Little) I do find a little enjoyment of seeing them bicker at each other.
Roxas: (Rolls his Eyes Playfully) Yeah. They do that most of the time.
Santa: I can tell. But beside all of this, they did told me how much they love and cherish the both of you.
Xion: (Heart Begins to Melt While Smiling Softly) And we love the both of them very much too. As much as we would love to continue this chat...(Giggles Softly) We don't wanna keep you from finishing your work any more longer.
Santa: (Chuckles Lightly) I understand, Xion. Thank you two very much for stopping by and have a very Merry- ('Ahem') I mean...Happy Halloween!
Roxas: (Chuckles Lightly as He and Xion Walks Out the Door) Happy Halloween to you too, Santa.
Xion: (Happily Waves Goodbye to Santa) See you in the next two months!
'Door Close'
.......................
'Door Opens'
Roxas: Sooo...... About that Naughty or Nice List-
Xion: (Outside) Roxas!
Roxas: ('Sigh') Coming!
'Door Closes'
Santa: ('Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho!') What a lovely family. (Continues Doing His Paperwork)
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#kingdom hearts#lea#isa#roxas#xion#santa claus#humor#seasalt family#roxas amd xion are arguably the mature ones in the family#halloween month#a bit of fluff#have to edited it again to make it perfect. sorry about that
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live typing extra life 2019
warning: this a fucking LONG post. if you plan on reading it all, godspeed.
i typed all of this as it was happening on stream so this gets progressively less coherent as i grow more sleep deprived. prepare yourselves. i may or may not go off topic at some points
larry vehemently vomiting pure malic acid. weāre off to a great start
what the fuck the soggy ass popcorn in that ranch jesus christ
lindsay in the song from AH the musical. i love her so much
jeremy going YAAAAAAY after someone eats a cursed oreo
matt getting AGGRESSIVELY kissed by larry
āthis kiss this kissā before geoff and jack kiss
geoff āiām from alabamaā ramsey
THIS FUCKING RANCH SEGMENT HAS ME GAGGING
jeremy āthe alcohol demon the whiskey goblinā dooley
alfredo āyou wont believe what the white people did todayā diaz
DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS GET THAT DICK ESSENCE
wait why does it sound like wonderwall
they look like characters from the matrix
the speaking parts. make my teeth hurt
in conclusion: they werenāt kidding abt the tight pantsĀ
okay everyone get ready for eric soundboard spamming YEAH BABEY
āhi iām from broadcast and i donāt want to be hereā they represent themselves well
also, letās take a second to appreciate broadcast here!! they have a really tough job and donāt get a ton of credit. lots of love to all of broadcast!!! you guys are awesome
i am: foreseeing problems with this eric sound board
which one is eric?? will the real eric please stand up?? was the real eric the one we found along the way??
āiām... just really worried that i wonāt ever find love-ā āi really donāt careā
WHY DO THEY HAVE THAT ON THE SOUNDBOARD (what does that apply to? whatever it is youāre thinking of, but mostly ādaddy wants someā)
ooh someoneās about to get a fReE tongue piercing from a pineapple
god dammit i went to the bathroom for thirty seconds and now theyāre eating chadās chest hair
owie the shock collar and belly slap look painful, but drinking natty light from a shoe? thatās a true punishment
āand this roast was brought to you by meundiesā
ah yes what better way is there to end a segment than people throwing up
āman actionā oh no
THROBERT MULVEINY
K A R B is blind in T W O of her eyes
āmy last name is cottagecheeseā
I HAVE A PIECE OF METAL SHOVED UP MY A S SĀ
chris has somehow managed to lose 23 years of age and roughly 412 pounds
ājust open throat like baby birdā who the fuck is writing this and why is it jeremy
jon. jon youāre breathing in adamās ass fumes
a summary of this segment: ass and cottage cheese
BARB IS HERE I REPEAT BARB IS HERE
āto fitnessā -starts choking-
final fitness coach: tad, here to workout your issues so they can beat you into submission
āwill you buy my wetā well i donāt see that on the raffle items
weāre back folks & iām loving this walk around segment
moonball wall and gavin&michael will soon be reunited can we get an F in the chat
jeremy getting a borderlands tattoo is very on brand
whatās extra life without a little satan
āstarvation army, putting lead back into paint, increasing childhood obesityā people in chat: TAKE MY MONEY
chris āiām doing a different holeā demarais
ah yes. the game we all play in hell: twister
nobody edit chris getting mustard shot down his throat. iām scarred enough from the original clip
oh fuck. oh god. the mayo. oh god what the fuck is up with the misuse of condiments this year
this just in: a human soul costs roughly $12,700
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urine: to help with aerodynamics
jon: maya, speak! maya: *the smallest arwoo*
todayās mvp: any dog. pick one. no matter which you pick, youāre right
how the fuck did blaine change back from satan so quickly
barb as a cat is... my new sleep paralysis demon
blaine: barbara speak! barbara: climate change is real
#dogsforkids
this just in: extra life killed my wifi
weāre back & kdin is in the business of killing people with spice. she is the spice queen
queue six thousand well-timed 1337 donations
HOLY SHIT THATāS COLIN FROM WHOSE LINE IS IT ANYWAY
hmmĀ āquestionable liquidsā is very... questionable
trevor: oh thereās four of them! we all get to join in the Fuckkkk
āwhatās your favorite kind of candyāĀ āany meatā
i like pickles and i would rather rip my eyebrows off than drink the juice so i feel for trevor
the only thing worse than drinking apple cider vinegar is shooting it out of your nose
ācan you feel the love tonightāĀ āi used to and thatās the problemā
āflubs every word manā damn, really missed the chance to say captain hair
jeremy not being able to intentionally flub his words is so fucking funny
OK BOOMERĀ
wow i can feel my blood pressure spike just watching these shots
Xavier Woods is here and he wants to know if itās Christmas
miles doesnāt know what a question is
WHEREāS YOUR HAIR
oh no. oh no helping hands is next. everyone clear a splash zone
CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE
miles bossing around chef mike is priceless
āyou leave that fucking dough on the floorā
āyou wanna slam your hands down on the tableā *pizza sauce goes flying everywhere*
HOEDOWN HOEDOWN HOEDOWN jesus why do i keep doing that
āIf Colin Mochrie is listening, Iāll see you here next yearā OH FUCK YEAH
--- this is when i take a break so my soul can return to my body (aka i have work to turn in. college will never not be a pain in my ass) ---
oh god dammit i missed all of Always Open. fuck college who needs a medical degree
so... we have some very interesting things happening in family feud and iām not sure if i like any of them
hmm. is now the time to get drunk
oily twist feels very... ominous
what do you mean you donāt remember gandalf having a taser in lord of the rings?
someone in the chat said ābig stupid sleeping thing is what my parents called me in high schoolā
i think iām blacking out whatās going on i donāt remember the past two hours
ah yes. voldemort and snape having a talk show together sounds exactly like something J.K. Rowling would make a spinoff book or show or porno of
can we just talk about how much shit chris has been doing this year? what a guy. what a dude
ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½coldy with voldyā actually means getting knocked the fuck out cold because you only got three hours of sleep last night and you donāt want to miss chef mike and lindsay cooking
this snape poem is summarized by one phrase: āthat was terrible sit the fuck downā (sorry chris)
āletās destroy a weasleyā enter chad
fucking called it
āyou smell poorā i need a caffeine drip
heh the wheel spins are at 69 heh nice
iām a grown ass woman
welcome to a section called: we torture chad for your entertainment
āwho wants us to kill weasley?ā *massive cheers from the audience*
āwait weasley step away from the wideshot so i can masturbate to this laterā
āiām not gonna rub my eye momā
oh theyāre really gonna kill chad on stream huh
i felt that chest slap in my soul
i think i felt my own ribs crack
oh fucking
tumblr deleted my thoughts on the fanfic section
alright. fine. brief summary: my teeth are burning
my mom lindsay is on next and iām so excited but iām nearing the point of loopiness so things will go downhill dramatically from here
this is my fucking fourth extra life, you would think iād be smart enough to sleep the night before
LINDSAY LINDSAY LINDSAY THATāS MY MOM
JEREMY JEREMY JERE- wait a second... did jeremy get taller
oH CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE
i hope Xavier comes back next year because heās funny as fuck
m y a t t
oh god the mcdonaldās shade iām rolling
lindsay āwhoās the chef hereā jones
chef mike mentioned mayo and i involuntarily gagged
chef mike clowning the big mac. iām crying
he made the right choice with ryan bc iāve seen his cooking stream(s) and itās nothing if not great content
i heARD A MICHAEL JONES
ālindsay you havenāt done anything but warm up cookies so farā āyeah and?? youāre welcomeā
you know that classic snack. slightly warm oreos
JEREMY THE LIQUOR GOBLIN DOOLEY IS BACK
oh god him screeching across set is making me cry laughing
why does it remind me of trevorās voice cracks in the one minecraft ep where theyāre singing the lion king
the biggest spoon for the smallest shot glass
i just realized weāre not even halfway through yet and iām scared for the length of this list iām gonna end up falling asleep involuntarily at some point
lindsay no your teeth are going to errode from that shot in your mouth
well timed leet donation #1829495
this gorden ramsey bit is so fucking good
jack: what do you think of the arugala? matt: i donāt even know what you said
iTās NoT jUsT tWo CoOkIeS miCHeAL
jeremy and michael just chillin amidst the choas is exactly my demeanor at any party iāve ever been to
lindsay scores: ryan = 7 because diet coke, matt = still eating lindsayās meal so itās a 10, xavier = also still eating it so itās an 8. total: 25
ādeep fry everything but a remote controlā
chef mike scores: ryan = 9 for no death, matt = greens are present, words were said, score is 8. xavier = Gourmet Mcdonaldās, food is edible, score is 8. total: 25
oh fuck itās a tie
now they fight to the death. death = doing as many shots as possible
i think weāre all going to need liver transplants after tonight
no jesus please donāt vomit oh goD oh fUc k please- oh thank god
okay iām making a part two this is too much
#extra life 2019#iām going for full 24 hours this year#rooster teeth#achievement hunter#jeremy dooley#michael jones#lindsay jones#jack pattillo#geoff ramsey#gavin free#ryan haywood#matt bragg#alfredo diaz#trevor collins#fiona nova#i regret everything in my life that has led to this moment
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Iād like to nominate (?) for @everlarkficbackfridayā some of the great everlark fics Iāve read so far, that are currently unfinished (in no partucular order):
The Project byĀ Ronja
Summary:
Katniss and Peeta were never reaped. During their last year of school they end up partnered for a special project. Slow burn AU and a coming of age story of sorts. Rated M for possible future content.
The slowest of burns. This fic is great! Itās currently 35 chapters and 303462 words long and they havenāt even kissed yet, but itās so well written and the development of everkark is very realistic in terms of pace and theāre really really cute togetherĀ
Love Throughout the Ages byĀ abk1973
Summary:
Katniss Everdeen has just completed her PhD at Oxford and decides to head north to Scotland before heading home. Where she travels to and who she meets will change her and the fate of a clan forever. This is an Everlark fanfic with a little bit of Outlander thrown in. Disclaimer: I own nothing.
This one got me into watching Outlander and then I realized that itās better than Outlander (I donāt care for gritty shows or scenes at all, I just want to see the period clothes and speech).
The Endless In-Between byĀ Panem,Ā soamazinghere,Ā wincechesters
Summary:
In 2007, Primrose Everdeen vanished without a trace. Since then, her sister Katniss has put her own life on hold, stuck in a rut and unable to move on without knowing what happened to Prim. But with the help of first year detective Peeta Mellark, Katniss may discover more than just the answers to her sisterās disappearance. Modern Everlark AU inspired by The Lovely Bones.
This is not the type of fic I would normally go for, but itās. so. good.
Quicksilver byĀ Gamemakers
Summary:
Dearest Diary, Two events of note occurred today. First, I realized that Peeta Mellark, who just yesterday I considered an ally and possible friend, is an irredeemable prat. Second, I became betrothed to him.
London, 1793. After a life spent on her familyās country estate, the time has finally come for the Everdeen sisters to be introduced to the London elite. Katniss will do anything to ensure her younger sister does not fall into the wrong hands, but surrounded by strangers, she has no way of judging Primās many suitorsā intentions. Enter Peeta Mellark, the youngest brother of the Earl of Panem and a longtime fixture of the ton. He seems the perfect ally, but Peeta has intentions of his own, and Katnissā spinsterhood may not be as safe as she believes.
Have I mentioned that I love period fics? Because I do. Katniss defying social norms is my jam
One Year and One Day byĀ PatriziaNordsee
Summary:
When one day Katniss found a young man in the meadow she had no idea that this would change her life. He was skinny, and wounded. He needed work and help. Katniss offered him a place in her household. For one year and one day he would be protected by her and her family and work with them. After that year he would be a free citizen of their town. What she didn't could know - she would found her soulmate in him.
This one has a bit ofĀ fairytale-like magic a few chapters in, and so far Iām loving every word of it!
Honorable mentionsĀ
These are less than one year old, but too good not to be included on this list
Unmasked by M
Everlark Fic Exchange. Prompt 88
Historical Katniss and Peeta hate each other. They attend a masquerade ball and for some reason end up kissing each other. Sparks fly everywhere. Katniss tries to find the man behind the mask but Peeta knows it was Katniss though he doesnt say anything. They end up bethrothed even if they 'despise' each other. How they fall in love is up to u and how katniss figured out it was peeta is up to u
The last exchange had great fics, but to me this one takes the cake (told ya, period fic Katniss is my jam -- also, I love any and all variations of enemies to friends to lovers (in this case I guess itās enemies to spouses to friends to lovers, wich is even more fun to read))
Geometry byĀ dandeliononfire
Summary:
Peeta finds himself married to Katniss as the result of a bargain struck between his father and her dying mother. The road forward is unclear, painful, but also Bittersweet. Can Peeta solve the Geometry of how their lives are meant to fit together? Canon-divergent; neither Prim nor Peeta were reaped for the 74th Games.
This Katniss is so conflicted and confusing! She and Peeta never seem to be on the same page, but I guess thatās what makes it such a great story to read
Spellbound by katnissdoesnotfollowback (lost_on_cloud_9)
Summary:
Katniss and Primrose Everdeen lead a simple life, sustained by a shop in a small town and a thriving online business that sells herbal remedies they concoct themselves. They share a lovely home in the woods, isolated from others, where they can be safe, only a cat and a cranky ghost living in the shed behind the abandoned house next door as company. Until a young man moves in next door, intending to restore it and live in it. Primrose just wants a friend and her sisterās happiness. Haymitch just wants to live his afterlife in peace. Katniss wants to get rid of the intruder and keep her sister and herself safe from anyone who might fear what they really are. Witches.
This Katniss is so obstinate! Itās funny to see how Peeta is winning her over and she canāt even see it
Yep, that was a long one! I hope whoever reads it takes the time to check out these fics, theyāre all great ones! And I sincerely wish the authors find their muse/motivation/incentive/time to finish them one day, hopefully.
#everlark fic rec#everlark fanfiction#everlark fic#everlark#everlark fic back friday#everlarkficbackfriday#FicBackFriday
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Fade: Childish Ch.1
Summary of series: Wind feels he doesnāt fit in because of his age. He just needs an oportunity to prove his worth to the others, and himself.
Notes: Look at that I wrote a second fanfic! Iām sorry itās not the sequel ti Instict cause I just couldnāt get it flow. Letās just hope I manage finish this series. Expect grammar/vocabulary mistakes cause English is not my native language, typoes etc. If you bother to read this and spot a mistake while doing so, please correct me.
Warnings: blood description, death (but not death), very little minor angst
Universe by @linkeduniverse
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Wind is upset.
He feels burried under a ton of worries, questions troubling his mind and lots, lots of anger. He canāt seem to stay still. He wanders around the camp, picking up random rocks and throwing them into the campfire that is slowly turning small branches as well as large pieces of wood into ashes.
He prefers not to look at Hyrule, or his glare will fall onto the head wound he carries and is still pulsing pain into him because of Wind.
The injured hero is sitting on a fallen tree log covered in wild mushrooms and dark moss, surrounded by plenty of ancient, towering oak trees. A bandage stained with mud is poorly wrapped around his scalp and the dried blood makes his tuffs of hair glue together in an unpleasant way. His hairstyle is messy, there are hairs dyed red from the blood that has fallen onto them and mixed with dirt and dust. His expression gives out the rough day heās been through, but that doesnāt stop a faint smile from forming on his face when he sees the youngest hero.
Wind sighs in annoyance, trying to get away from the guilt and nausea stiring up his stomach. It isnāt his fault the rest of the group always assumes he needs to be pampered.
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āWind watch out!ā An ambush. Nothing more than a few bokoblins and even less moblins. Piece of cake. It should hage been. āIām fine-Iām fine I swear!ā Wind is in the middle of a bokoblin gang, three or four of them staring aggressively at him and softly but threateningly tapping their wooden clubs on the back of their ugly hands. Wind doesnāt wait for them to strike.
He sprints towards the biggest of them who seems to be their chief and lets out a loud clear battlecry. With his increased speed he raises his sword and is ready to stab the flesh of the vicious creature but it turns to the side just before the fatal strike lands at itās target. Wind stumbles upon the gap in front of him and uses all of his strengh to keep his balance, dangerously leaning to the front. He is about to sigh in relief when he hears the floppy footsteps of the creatures a breath away from him. A raised bokoclub, he turns to try and reflect the hit but he knows he canāt manage on time.
Hyrule is nearby. He doesnāt hesitate to try and protect his younger friend. He runs, not being aware of his surrounding, not hearing Windās unfinished protest against his action. Time stops as he falls to the ground, drifting a scared Wind below him.
The bokoblin lowers itās weapon and itās mark is now Hyruleās head. It goes down with a hollow thud and red blood starts to ooze from the wound.
Hyrule feels dizzy. The world beside him starts to shake and he canāt keep his eyes open. He feels stinging pain pulsing from the side of his head and a sudden heat has taken over the upper side of his body. His lips are trembling and when his look falls on the scratched but unharmed Wind, he fades away, closing his eyes.
āPleaseā¦.I wonāt forgive you if you die on meā a whisper and Windās terrified, panicked face meets with his injured friendās. He doesnāt have time to care for the injury since the monsters are still threatening their lives. He turns his head up and realises with terror that he has lost his sword.
Warriors is the nearest to them and as Wind sends his glare up to him, he is already pulling his blade out of the dead body of the last bokoblin. Everyone pays their attention to the badly injured Hyrule quietly sleeping on Windās lap. Blood is everywhere; on Hyruleās hair, on Windās clothes, even on the ground and the club that did the damage.
āQUICK!ā¦..HELP HIM!ā shouts Wind with a cracked voice and immidiately looks down at his friend, then at the vast amount of blood on his hands, feeling terror and a glimpse of disgust at the same time.
Warriors kneels down by them and checks Hyruleās pulse, the rest of the heroes running towards them, showered in worry. āIs heā¦ā Legend says with a low tone, afraid to let out the words.
āNo. But he will if we donāt get him a red potion right now. Heās lost a lot of blood.ā
Sky rummages through their stuff and relievingly takes out a glass bottle with a red liquid inside. It has somethingā¦magical in it and you can tell by giving it a simple look. You canāt explain it. As you watch the liquid flow in harmonic circles inside the bottle, form assymetrical waves and move like a dancing fairy, a creature made by pure magic, ready to take away all of your pain. Observing it feels like the soft soothing by a mother to her child, itās gentle movements wash away every worry, they relax every tense muscle of your body.
Hand by hand the bottle is passed down Timeās grasp and with the help of Four he pours the healing potion into the limb mouth of the fallen hero. He subconsiously gulps it down his throat and his breathing immidiately becomes easier.
He mumbles something like an ancient saying in his sleep, then suddenly opens his eyes wide and stares at Wild. His eyes become slits from the pain as his palm touches his wound. He makes an effort to get up and before he can collapse to his knees, Wind pusses him up from his armpits and along with Sky they support his weight until he is ready to count on his own legs. āIām okayā he says āI just need to wash the blood off, and a bandageā¦ā
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Wind ignores the gesture politely ment for him because the back of his mind is always returning to the morning battle. He sould have been quicker. And they should have let him take the blow. Why was acceptable for Hyrule to be injured and not for Wind? āLike I havenāt been hurt beforeā he murmurs under his breath and soon the cook of the group catches his attention.
Wind watches as Wild makes their lunch, a soup made of garlic, boar meat, carrots andā¦.other ingredients he isnāt able to identify. He looks so absorbed into what heās doing, and the way he lovingly stirs the soup in the pot gives out his passion for cooking. This is the only time his characteristics seem to be relaxed and his muscles not tense. He expertly knows exactly what to add in the pot, when, how and the right amound of it. After a while Wild notices the young pirateās soft glare pinned on him. He feels confused for just a second, then gifts Wind with an akward, yet pure smile, coming right from the depths of his finally calm soul.
The pirate continues walking around the place their camp is set. On the corner of his eye he can spot Time and Twilight practicing with their swords further at the nearby glade, showered by the light of the midday sun.
A peacefull feeling, able to break into the hearts of the coldest soldiers. A gentle breeze softly moves the leaves to the direction of the dense forest, all tints of green mixing together in a feast of nature. Bright and long grass turns golden under the sunrays randomly falling onto the petals of the prettiest flowers one has ever seen. They say an image is worth a thousand words. A pity Wind doesnāt care for words at this moment. He lets the two related heroes bond together without being interrupted and walks away, taking his moody disposition with him.
Every occasion the other heroes had shown their disbelief that he can manage what they can, comes to his mind as a blury memory, for his brain has found the perfect time to mess with him and play games. He canāt control it.
He tries to get his attention elsewhereāah, Four is just coming back from the deep of the forest, carying a bunch of cut tree branches that will be used to keep the campfire lit for Wild to cook.
The weather surrounding their camp may be all nice and lovely, but their destination is covered in thick fog and dark mist, so they arenāt moving forward yet.
Four is struggling under the weight of the wood on his hands and is tilting right and left while heās walking, as if he is about to fall every second.
Windās eye shines, the thought of being helpfull washes his pondering away. He starts walking towards the shortest hero, eager to help as he can. He is cut midways by a running Sky that offers a helping hand to Four. āNo thank you-I-I donāt need help but itās kind of yāā he trips over an anomaly on the ground and the hero of the sky grabs him on time to not fall face flat on the dirt.
Unfortunately or not, the branches he was carrying donāt avoid that fate and slip off his hold with a loud thud. As Four turns to face a bright-smiled-Sky and thank him, Wind is brought back to his misery.
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āWe need more wood to last us until we start venturing againā Time announces, āany volunteers?ā Wind felt more excited than ever to bring the resources back to the camp. He raised his hand up, feeling restless as he put his weight on one foot then the other playfully, imperceptibly hopping from his desire to make himself usefull.
Time looks around in unsatisfactory. Everyone has an excuse to not take the task and so far Wind is the only one available, his eyes faintly screaming āme, me!ā. Time sighs and is about to announce Wind the responsibility of the chore when Four puts himself in. āWind can keep his rest. Iām sure he is tired from the fight.ā
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āItās okay, Iāll go. I donāt have anything important to do either way.ā
Wind crosses his arms and huffs in annoyance. His breath blowing out of his mouth drifts some of his bang hairs out of the way but they come back at their original place right after.
He accepted it. Partially. Although now, it all makes sense to him. In the back of his head, he always has a suspicion that the others find him too young and a fear that, maybe, theyāre right. Now he considers itās all clear. But he will prove them wrong eventually.
āRight?ā
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Dawn. Everyone is gathered around the campfire, its light seemingly becoming brighter as the colours of the sky begin to fade, taking their last form before nightfall. The majority of the clouds are dyed in a breathtaking way by the setting sun; shades of pink, like the petals of a young rose, darker in some parts and even velvet red in others. The whole sky has surrendered its light blue colour to an orange tint that makes you feel as if you were living inside a dream you wish you wouldnāt wake up from. It feels like observing the life of another being from a far away realm, like dwelling on a parallel universe.
āTechnically, we areā Wind points out to himself in an imaginary, sarcastic tone and he feels nausious out of a sudden. He feels moving in all directions, as in a mysterious dance that shakes every bit of his existence. Glaring at a wide eyed Warriors swallowing earlier than he should have done, at Wild tripping over nothing and his bangs moving like choochoo jelly when he manages to get up, at Four as the sword he was inspecting slips through his hands, at Legend cursing under his cut by the seizures breath, at Sky supporting his body by pushing his belly and looking ready to throw up any moment now, at Time and Twilight sending looks of agreement to eachother, he knows he is not losing his mind. It is shaking, just not in the way an earthquake would. Not in the way the sea would move his ship, had it wanted to shake the life out of every member of his crew. No, the place around them still seems as peacefull as a graveyard near the time the sun should start its journey to the top of the morning sky.
Theyāre changing worlds.
Again.
The beautiful view of the sunset changes to that of the pitch dark, starless night, earlier than it should have, the colours fade more quickly than normal. The trees fall even though they are still proudly standing skyward, the ground is on fire even though the grass and wildflowers remain unharmed.
And suddenly, it starts to rain. Peacefull are the salty droplets, they follow gently one another until they reach their landing spot and meet with falling petals of the blooming nature that were lifted to the sky by the whole process. Wind looks around in surprise. His mouth opens widely, slowly, without being ordered to, as he realises they are still at the same Hyrule. He directs his head to the others and their expression is as troubled and surprised as he feels. āIs it over yet?ā the younger hero thinks and a tint of hope brightens his eyes.
He of all people should have known.
Itās calm before the storm.
Thereās a fallen tree log covered by various mushrooms, a lot of them could kill you if you attempted to make them your next and presumably last meal. They all subconsiously look at it like they have just witnessed the destruction of the most precious treasure to be guarded in the deepest and most secure place in all of Hyrule.
And just when their eyes are settled on the log, it happens. The sky seems to tear open in a deafening sound not easy to be defined and starts to pour all the mass of water Windās Hyrule would offer for the fish to live and the sailors to travel.
Thunder strikes right on the tallest tree in the whole forest, cracking it open just as an apple would be torn in two pieces after you cut it with a decent knife. The Links all flinch back at the sight and their shocked gasps can be heard echoing all over the place.
Wind tries to gulp his fear away but he just canāt escape the panic forming on his face, he canāt slow down his ever increasing heartbeat. With his eyes he searches for a way out of the storm, a way to stop the shivers running down his spine.
Another sharp lightning tears the sky. It doesnāt fade in the horizon, it travels all the way to the more and more unstable ground, it lands a breath away from a hyperventilating Wind and the sock makes the pirate fall to the earth.
āWIND!ā He hears a worried cry from one of his friends, he is too afraid and shocked to find who the voice belongs to.
The youngest hero crawls a few steps back and with panic he turns his head, realising the others are slowly turning into dust. Wild is layed on the ground, his hands reaching out and slowly vanishing and leaving a hole where they should have been. Twilight is kneeling beside him, staring at his trembling fingers, slowly turning into dust soon to be caried away with the raging gusts of the wind.
Four glares at the little left of him, his arms and legs are gone, his torso starts decaying as well, the spots his parts once started are covered in mist and dust, spreading all over his body like an infection. He looks up to Hyrule running towards him. His eyes have nothing left of the courageous hero he thought he was.
āFOUR!!ā Hyrule screams in despair watching as the last bit of his friendās existence fades away. āNoā¦no no no, NO!ā This canāt be happening. Not to them, not now, not so quickly.
He looks around. Time is now starting to go through the process. Twilight is gone. Wild, Four, gone. Wind is still on the ground when finally he gets up seeking for help and decides that Warriorsā protective arms are the closest to safety.
Wind is sobbing now, not because he is afraid to go, he is just afraid to let go of his new friends, his family.
āWhy..?ā
The rest?
They fade too.
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The pirate feels like falling.
He is falling and he lands hard as well.
He looks around him. He sees the others. They have some bruises and scratches and most are rubbing their head.
āAre weā¦dead?ā He mutters seemingly confused and scared.
Wouldnāt they not feel pain if they were dead though?
āIāI donāt think so.ā Twilight replies.
Wind stays silent and makes an effort to get up. He shoves the dirt off his pants ignoring the stinging he feels from the various scratches all over his body.
Just like everyone else, the youngest hero looks around in awe and tangled emotions. They havenāt died, they have just moved to another world. Nobody seems to recognise this place and address it as his Hyrule. It doesnāt feel like Hyrule at all. The trees are few and odd, they look like none the heroes have ever seen, or every one of the species combined.
The Links are trying their best to understand what has just happened, without success. Whispers and theories are exchanged but the pieces do not seem to stick together.
āAnyhow, wherever we are at the moment, we canāt be assured that the inhabitants are not hostile nor that there arenāt monsters lurking in the corners of this world.ā Time lectured, implying they should not be caught off guard. At the sound of the eldestās voice, everyone stood quiet.
āNow, check your stuff and what we lack. Cherish your wounds and ready yourselves; we have some exploring to do.ā
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Too Bright It Hurts My Eyes
A fanfic speculation about what happened after Banana Fish anime version ending
By Karmangier
Betas: Charlie, @fatwithoutkatsudon
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My first fanfiction ever!!! This is my speculation about things happened after the anime ending, so SPOILER WARNING! Also in myĀ speculation it should be an ending different from the manga one :) I know this is probably a little bit too long (~2200 words) for typical tumblr ficlets, but Iām still waiting for my AO3 account to be approved. Hope itās still enjoyable to read :)Ā
Shoutout to my awesome betasĀ @fatwithoutkatsudonā and Charlie (whoās not on tumblr)!Ā
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āIt must be a good dream.ā
It was an unfamiliar womanās voice. And it was odd, not only because the voice was from a stranger, but also because it was speaking in Ashās head.
Ash tried to open his eyes but he failed, nor could he move or even sense the rest of his body. His ears were filled with silence. It felt like blood had filled his whole head and was pressuring out his eardrum, making any outside sound impossible to enter his sensation system. He tried to get his brain functioning.
Ash Lynx had never had any good dreams, not that he could remember. There were countless nights that he jolted from lucid, dreadful nightmares, with tears and sweat everywhere. As if waking up and going back to real life could stop those scenes from haunting him. Nevertheless, the dream he just had was possibly the worst that he had ever experienced.
Or rather, it was more like, reality?
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Ash was standing in a rye field. The rye was golden in color. It was hard to tell where its border was. Eventually the golden blanket of rye touched the same gold-colored sky somewhere very far away, Ash thought. No wind, just silence. How odd. As far as he could remember, a second ago he was sitting in the public library, in his spot, reading Eijiās letter with very blurred vision, bleeding heavily from the wound on his stomach. That was painful. The pain was so extreme that it blocked him from understanding words in that letter. However he did not feel any pain now. His body felt normal, or even better than normal, lighter and swifter than in his peak time. He ran a few feet then slowed down. The rye plants opened in front of him and closed seamlessly as he passed, with no sound made by the plants or his own steps.
He stopped, only then he discovered a figure, not too far away, running away from where he stood. He ran up. The distance between them shortened and he could finally see. It was a child, dark curly hair and dark skin, almost shining under the golden sky.
āSkip!ā Ash cried unbelievably, slowing down in great shock.
The boy turned back. They were close enough that Ash could tell he broke into a big smile, the exact bright and innocent smile as in Ashās memory. But Skip did not stop, instead he sped up, disappearing in the color of gold.
Ash ran in full speed in the direction Skip went. To his surprise, after a while he was able to see the end of the rye field. Skip was standing still at the edge, waving to him.
With Skip there were two others. Without a millisecond of thought, Ash heard himself crying out loud, with all the happiness in the whole world: āShorter! Griffin!ā
All three of them were smiling and waving to him. Shorter was wearing his sunglasses, and Griffin was standing. They stood on the edge of the land, all shining from the golden sky in the back. Ash realized it was a cliff.
He slowed down again, and eventually stopped, looking at them with wide eyes.
So this is death. Ash had imagined what hell looked like in countless nights where he lost sleep from haunting nightmares. He had never thought death as a golden rye field, reuniting with his loved ones. He smiled to himself. He made it. He himself had made the decision. He chose his death, not under control by anyone else.
Does he deserve a beautiful death like this? A thought flashed by, and his heart ached sharply. He thought of the smile, the smile of the whole universeās warmness and comfort, the Japanese boyās smile. Eiji would miss him.
But it had always been impossible to be with him. When Ash was holding the plane ticket, he thought he finally saw hope in a light color beaming through a long dark tunnel, so tender and so tempting, making him want to reach out his palm and touch. But the stab by Lao pulled him to reality. He actually felt grateful to Lao, who pulled Ash soaring in illusion down to the ground, and more importantly, gave him the chance to choose his own death. A murderer could never escape from his own destiny. After killing the first person when he was a child, what was left in his life was only killing others, and eventually, being killed by someone else. Eiji tore a slip on Ashās world to let light beam in, but Ash had no right, even just for a second, to dream about being in Eijiās world. A safe and sound life with Eiji was too bright. It would hurt Ashās eyes.
Being able to decide to bleed to death, in the only spot that granted Ash some peace in his world, on the other hand, was the best thing he could think of.
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Ash resumed his steps, running towards the edge of the cliff. All three people were waiting for him peacefully. He would be with them forever --
Without warning, he was hit heavily by something, no, someone. He stopped abruptly, a sharp knife stabbed into his stomach. He looked down at the knife with widened eyes, then his sight reached the stabber. Blonde hair, fair skin, jade colored eyes looking straight into his soul, it was Ash Lynx.
The other Ash Lynx pulled out the knife with a low groan. A faint smile flashed on the corner of his mouth. āCaught you.ā He whispered.
Then the world disappeared. The other Ash, Skip, Shorter, Griffin, the rye and sky, all were engulfed by the malleable darkness that was permeating in every direction.
āNooooooo!ā Ash howled with agony that exploded, but at the same time he kneeled down to the ground. Unbearable pain burst from the wound like a sharp fire alarm with flashing lights. His body went back to the clumsy and almost uncontrollable mess as before when he managed to make it to the library. He tried to raise his head but could not see anything but impenetrable darkness. Tears everywhere. Where, where to go --
A pair of soft hands covered and pressed his wound, though not helping with the pain, Ash could feel the hands being gentle but steady. Ash widened his eyes but still could not see anything. Someone was holding him, wrapping arms around his shoulder.
Ash collapsed against the personās chest. Donāt goā¦ He cried in his mind. āStay with meā¦ā He panicked. āAt least... just for now...ā he murmured, like a snobbing child. A hand was gently patting his back.
āMy soul will be with you, forever.ā
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Pain. Ash lifted up his eyelids that weighed a ton for a little bit. The blood that was previously filling his head seemed to slowly ebb away. His vision was still blurry, but was clear enough for him to recognize the desk in the library. He looked down -- shit, blood had soaked his coat and had been dripping to form a pool on the floor.
He managed to raise up his head using all his strength. The library was empty, even more spacious than before. It was already dark outside, with lights of the city glimmering through the windows.
That was indeed a bad dream. Or was that really what death would be like? Then why the hell did he come back now? He gave himself a lifeless wry smile. In the end, he still had no right to choose for himself.
Or what if, deep in his heart, though reluctant to admit, he had a different choice that he wanted to make, so badly that even death could not pull him away?
Ash reached for his phone in his pocket. Every movement he made worsened the pain. He called the only person that he could think of.
Max Lobo was not answering.
Ash hung up, then called the same number again. The ringing tone sounded loud and desperate in the empty hall.
āShitty old man --ā Ash could not even finish his swear but inhaled. The pain was real. He needed to get out of here.
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He had no memory of how he managed to get out of the library. He was on the street, bending his body while both hands pressing on his bleeding wound. It was snowing, and snow had piled up a thin layer on the sidewalk. Had it started snowing when he got into the library? He could not remember.
He moved awkwardly in the same posture. With each step he moved less than a foot. He had been short of breath. Like a ninety-year-old ancient old fuck. He thought, even with a lifeless smile. Will I have that day?
He stopped constantly with the excuse of calling Max, but none of the calls were picked up. He had no strength to curse. After stumbling through a hundred or one and half blocks, he landed on his knees and his vision blacked out againā¦
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Ash Lynx woke up. It was too bright that his eyes hurt. He spent some time to realize that he was staring at a very white ceiling. As soon as he gained enough consciousness to realize that he was in a hospital ward, he heard the door cracking open.
He still had no control over his limbs so he could not respond with any reaction. He screamed but only heard himself making a low, almost funny noise. He smelled medical disinfectant.
āOh my goodness, he is awake!ā He saw a middle aged womanās face lighting up with surprise. āI should call his family!ā She shouted to herself, ran out, closed the door with almost a slam.
Family? Ash was more than confused. But that was not the most important thing for now. He tried to move his right arm a little bit. It felt so numb. He was furiously battling with his own body.
The door was opened again, this time rudely. A tall and strong figure walked in. āAsh!ā The man cried with happiness.
āMax!ā Ash shouted with hoarse voice. Before he realized, Max had gave him a big hug, pinning him in the bed, almost making the right arm that he just managed to move numb again.
āAsh you donāt know how much I have been worried about you!ā
āHold on--ā Ash was almost screaming. Max let Ash free, regaining some calmness. āGuess how long you have been in a coma? Two weeks! It was not even anything major, definitely not as bad as last time. You were just losing too much bloodā¦ Look at what you didā¦ Why didnāt you--ā
āWait!ā Ash interrupted Maxās dramatic speech. āHow did I get here?ā
Max hestatited for a second, but still began to speak: āSingās people found you. Sing discovered Laoās plan not too long after Lao was found missing. But it was - it was still a bit too lateā¦ They only found Laoās body and the knife, apparently you had been stabbed...ā
āThey kept searching for you for a few hours in that area. When they were about to give up, someone found you two blocks away from the public library. Gosh how did you get that far with that woundā¦ā
āSingā¦ā Ash sighed. How should he feel right now?
āThey saved you.ā Max gave him a steady look. āSent you to the hospital and when I called in, they picked up your phone and told me everything.ā
Ash felt his blood suddenly traveled to his head again. āWhy the fuck didnāt you answer my calls?!ā
Max gave him an apologizing look: āYou know, an old man does not always carry his phone around. When I saw your 6 missed calls, I knew something had happened, so I immediately called backā¦ā
Ash had a thousand curses in his throat. But instead of letting them all go, he had something more important to say. āI want to --ā
Max pat his shoulder, then turned back to his bag. He handed Ash an envelope. āLet this be my apology to missing your callsā.
Ash frowned, and opened the envelope with confusion.
A plane ticket, and a passport.
Ash looked at Max with wide, shining eyes that had never been greener. His mouth was forever open --
āThe flight is in 10 days. Just bought it. To Tokyo, of course. And your new identity --ā He opened the passport in Ashās hands.
āAslan -- Lobo???ā
Max Lobo broke into a big smile and opened his arms again towards Ash.
āGood luck in Japan, son!ā
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Ash walked along the linking bridge. When he reached the airport hall, everything was so bright that it almost hurt his eyes. It felt so unreal that he flew out when it was evening, and now when he touched the ground again, it was already noon.
He reached for his sunglasses hanging on the collar of his shirt. The cool hard metal frame reminded him that it was so real in reality. He put down his hand, decided not to wear them, and sped up his steps.
Suddenly, something, no, someone hit him heavily. Ash stopped abruptly, so in shock that he thought he was stabbed again.
But this time instead of a cold hard blade, he felt warm arms circling around his shoulder, pressing gently but steadily.
āWelcome, Ash!ā Eiji said, with a smile that lighted up everything.
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Reignite (Present!Carol/Reader (OC)) - Chapter 1
A/N: Hey guys! Iām writing my first fanfic. It took me a lotta courage to actually post it, so I hope you like it. Tell me what you guys think <3
Ever since you could remember, you were never certain of your emotions. It was much easier to manipulate feelings rather than wasting energy to solve such a trivial mystery of your mind. That particular strategy, however odd, had been the main factor for not only your success in life, but you assume of your entire family. Varying media had slapped on countless titles like geniuses, progressive-minded, genetic and family goals. Using any silly, eye-catching terms to feed to the public. And theyād eat it up; they always do- like a junkie getting their hands on anything to get a fix out of reality. Itās sad, but the truth can be just that. No one wants their reality, not even yourself.
Ā You, Lauren Troy, graduated from high school at 12 years old, successfully earning your double major degree in psychology and business by 16 before adding a degree in nursing and completing its master program at the age of 22, and finally working as a regular staff nurse. You, the daughter whose mother is one of the worldās best surgical oncologist, your father, the owner of one of wall streetās most profited firm five years running, the niece of a senator, and a CEO of New Yorkās number one hospital. It doesnāt take a rocket scientist to know that you could lead a life that is untouchable and almost without consequences. However, it does seem to take a fucking genius to figure out that that life is excruciatingly isolating.
Ā It wouldnāt surprise anyone from your family though, theyāre smart enough to know that something stupidās bound to happen. So went that āsomething stupidā thing did happen, which was of you being found directly responsible of several patientsā deaths that were under your care, they just expressed fair amounts of disappointment and without another blink, would have proceeded to make the phone calls needed to fix the legal problem and handle whatever journalists thatād try to scoop up anything and make it a story.
Ā What they didnāt expect was that you wanted to go to prison, and you wanted to serve the time the judged had given of four years. It confused your father the most. As dirty as he might be playing and winning in the money-making game, he loved you too much to have you stain your record and ruin your own future. You had persisted, barely at the edge of sanity from feeling so bothered by your own emptiness. You did something heinous, and you should face the consequences of it. You thought maybe then youād be fixed. Finally, he had agreed but made an appeal to the judge for you to be placed into maximum security, away from any potential enemy that your familyās legacy might have made. Fortunately, serving your sentence went as smoothly as prison life could offer, and because of good behaviour and reputation, the board gave you an early release- two and a half years early. That night, you had laid down on your bed back in your expensive family home, forcing yourself to cry from just about anything- nothing happened.
Ā Perhaps you felt slightly guilty when you realised how easy it was for you to get a job. It almost felt like nothing had changed. Like you werenāt hold up in a cell and only had an hour a day to see partial sunlight for 18 months. Like you hadnāt purposely overdosed vulnerable people and watch as they take their last breath. You ought to feel offended, you thought a second before accepting the offer of becoming a hospital CEO. Bonus point was having your brother as a colleague. Double bonus points for being able to resign comfortably at the age of 32.
Ā So what if you definitely are an empty, emotionless being? You now have the money and time that could keep you cosy for a decade, and thatās without giving much thought to the calculation.
Ā āDamn Laure, youāre really going for it huh? Got a plan for after?ā Your brother brought your attention back to earth with the tone he used. There was a hint of jealousy that was laced in his first question, and you raised an eyebrow at him, intrigued that heād feel that way. He wasnāt like you. He liked money, especially a shit ton of it to spend ridiculous things on. āYeah, I doubt itāll last long anyway. I get bored too easily.ā āThatās true.ā You were both just exiting the hospital to head over to a nearby restaurant for some late lunch when your brother phoneās ring. The ringtone was different than usual; it was a pop song that was playing. This meant that it was one of the girls heād hooked up with called. You snicker at his confused look as he answers it.
Ā āA babygirl of yours forget the rules or something? Or is she a new one?ā You teased. He throws you a death glare before he walked away to have the conversation with some privacy, lifting his index finger for you to wait on. You turn your attention to the street in front and began people-watching. A fun activity to waste time, plus, it makes you think, and you like thinking. This suddenly made your mind run over the memories you had whilst in prison. You realise you didnāt have to do much thinking there. No stimulations, or puzzles, or mysteries that held your attention for long.
Ā Except for one.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Pieces of scattered memory flashes in your mind: steely blue eyes; a pair that could read you like how you read your favourite books. Death grips; the kind thatās so painful that you would feel alive in. Greying blond hair; something you didnāt know you have an itch to feel gently against your fingertips, almost like old pressed up leaves. And jumbled up letters that you think forms a name, what was it?
Ā Cathrine?
Ā Cassie?
Ā Cornelius?
Ā Cape town?
Ā Cornstarch?-
Ā āHey Laur, we need to get back inside.ā Your head snaps quickly to where your brother was, almost jogging shortly to reach you. āWhy?ā Cheekytita? You think the Cās that are endlessly popping in your head are going to frustrate you to no end. āRemember Linda from MCC? Corporate prison people that would be better in prison?ā
Ā āYouāre one to talk, but yeah I remember.ā It would also mean that your brother had banged her a couple of times and the realisation made you feel repulsed. Cate Blanchett?
Ā āSheās brought in someone from Max. Inmate suffered extreme blood loss, and is in a fucking coma right now.ā You were confused by the lack of context. You hated not knowing something. āThen let the medical handle it. I donāt get why youāre like this.ā He bites his bottom lip, hesitant to answer. āI owe her a favour, and now sheās claiming it. Iām worried because not only is her ass on the line, but my ass is dependent on this prisonerās survival. Lindaās got major dirt on me, and I intend on not having it spread.ā You nod, the gears in your head turning. Your brother starts to head to the ER room that the prisoner and Linda is. You follow him in quick steps. Half-shouting another question. āWhat does she want then? You said the guyās alive?ā
Ā āShe wants full recovery. Guy better be better than before he was stabbed. But she wants it hushed, as far away from bad PR as possible. A prisonerās gonna get his own dedicated team or some crazy shit like that.ā Both of you were close now, a couple more turns. āAnd youāre actually considering to follow every request?ā The doorās to your left, and you automatically wrapped your hands around it before stopping yourself. āSorry, you do it.ā You take a step back for your brother. āExactly, I have to.ā He mirrors your words as he opens the door and steps inside.
Ā As your mind recognises Lindaās face, you felt a wave a disgust and turn your gaze elsewhere. Your brother can sort this out, you convince yourself as his voice fills the room as he greets the black-haired woman with fake warmth. The hospital bed was to your right, and you see the outline of a body at the corner of your eye. You mind thought of multiple scenarios at once for a prisoner to be in this position, now completely filled with curiosity. You head over to see the luckily unlucky man. What was it?
Ā Gang capture gone wrong? Then there shouldāve been multiple sent here.
Ā Cage fight? No cages there, cell fight more like it.
Ā Castration? Obviously not, but it does start with a ācā.
Ā What it was had frozen your body and mind; an upward curve at the torso, thin, pale hands at the sides with veins that pushes high against the skin, lined complexion- wrinkles. Shoulder length dull blond hair, it seems to be greying. Something in the back of your head began pounding to be released. A locked information that you wanted to know as well but canāt recall. Something had reflected light into your eyes. A glint from beside the bed and your eyes searched for the source. Big framed glasses, it reminded you of a style you barely recognised, like in the 80s.
Ā A piece of a puzzle manifests in your mind. Whether itās the final or the first, you donāt know.
Oh, wait- oh no.
Ā C is for Carol. Carol Denning.
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Wee-plies.
Or, not-so-wee-plies, as the case may be, because, you know, me. *eye roll*
First of all, thank you to those who wished me a happy birthday in comments as well as to @kairisu and some anons in my ask box! It was a quiet day -- weāre celebrating both our birthdays this year with a cruise in August -- but it was a nice day, so we took the horses out riding in the morning. Then I got the usual phone call from my bro with the usual razzing about being older than him again. (Weāre only 10 months apart in age, so for about seven weeks out of the year, weāre the same age.) I talked to all three offspring I birthed and to their SOs/kids, too, where applicable, so it was nice. :) Oh, and I yakked with my mother-in-law for an hour, but we do that quite often, anyway. Sheās only a few years older than me -- the perils of having a younger husband. ;) -- so sheās more a buddy than a mother-in-law. :) (She called to tell me sheās sending me birthday tamales, yum!)
BUT ANYWAY! These are for @katatty, @didilysims, @alawren4ever, @catnip-sims, @deedledops, @criquette-was-here, @penig, @tamtam-go92, and @immerso-sims...
katatty-main replied to your photo āiCad Does Urban Planning. AKA: iCad Is Nuts.Ā Buuuuuut, on the plus...ā
oh, i love seeing this sort of thing! always gives me a ton of inspiration :)
Yeah, me, too. So, thatās pretty much why I shared the image, to maybe give other people some ideas AND in the hopes that theyāll share those idea in turn. I kinda love how Simmers feed off of each other that way. :)
didilysims replied to your photoset āThis morning, because my hand needed a break from painting hair...ā
Ugh that stupid disappearing Maxis bridge. I thought your monorail bridge looked kind of cool, honestly. :)
The monorail bridge is growing on me. It works best on that particular suspension bridge, though, because then the train doesnāt smash through the girders. :) Canāt really say the same for the others, but we just ignore that on the other side of town. *cough* In any case, though, it IS better than the endless monotrail track magically hovering over water, so thereās that. :)
That being said, I HAVE crossed bridges that were shared by road and train traffic where the train tracks ran above or, more often, to the side of the road-deck. Which probably isnāt often the case since trains and vehicles donāt often share road/track beds like that and most often railroad bridges were built before large, modern bridges for automobiles, but itās not TOTALLY unrealistic.Ā
And yeah, I totally hate the stupid Maxis bridge. One, it doesnāt always fit in with the look I want for a neighborhood. Itās often too modern or not-modern/urban enough. Two, it isnāt visible from lots, which often looks stupid. Three, you canāt get rid of the damn thing other than byĀ āsinkingā it below the terrain in SimPE. And then four, after you sink it, you still canāt modify the terrain around where it was, so it might not be suitable for a replacement deco-bridge and....ARRRGH! Hate it hate it hate it.
didilysims replied to your post āWhy do I keep doing this to myself?ā
The curse of this open game!
IKNOWRITE??? Itās hell playing this game. HELL, I TELL YOU! :)
alawren4ever replied to your photoset āSo yesterday, I posted about this fire hydrant object that randomly...ā
Very cool that you can control the level of traffic by the number of hydrants!
It IS cool. And I didnāt find out that it can work that way until I accidentally had more than one on a lot when I was trying to figure out why the remeshed one I made was invisible. SERENDIPITY! :D
But it makes sense, I guess, because theĀ ācallsā it puts out to summon a vehicle seem to be randomly timed, not at regular intervals. So, if you get a bunch of them on a lot, each putting out calls at random times, rather than all at the same time in the same time intervals, it makes sense that the traffic level would increase with the number of objects on the lot. I shoulda thought of that sooner, really.
didilysims replied to your post āInfo and testing things RE: the number of visitors that show up at...ā
Ooh I've never see that mod to up the lot visitors before. I'll have to give it a try. Thanks for sharing!
It works pretty well, although it does have its pitfalls. The obvious one is that you might have to experiment a bit to see whatĀ ālevelā your machine can handle without the game lagging on you. The other is if you play community lots of widely variable size. Like, if you put in the mod that ups the visitors to, say, 25, thatāll be fine on a big community lot if your machine can handle it, but not so fine if you have any that have aĀ ā1ā³ in the size dimensions, where youāll end up with an overcrowded lot full of stomping, complaining Sims who canāt move. :)Ā
I kinda wish there was a customer/visitor-number adjuster that could be used on ALL lots, not just owned ones........Although maybe that object can be used on regular community lots. OOOOH EXPERIMENT FOR SCIENCE!
catnip-sims replied to your photoset āThis morning, because my hand needed a break from painting hair...ā
I like parking filler lots too! I recently came up with a 1x3 lot with just a bunch of bushes along the street & a big "YOUR AD HERE" banner, lol. It looks nice from the neighborhood view :D
THAT IS A GREAT IDEA I THINK I WILL STEAL IT THANK YOU! :) Except now I need to make banners. *growl* And maybe billboards, hmmm....
deedledops replied to your post āWhy do I keep doing this to myself?ā
This, but a whole neighborhood tailored to each specific thing with a special downloads folder I can switch out for each theme. But I know if I did it I'd want all the Sims to know each other next
Yeah,Ā ā whole neighborhood tailored to each specific thing with a special downloads folderā is kind of how I play in general. :) Only I use separate user accounts on my computer, each with its own Documents/Sims 2 folder tailored specifically for it because I donāt trust myself to put in the right folder before I load up the neighborhood I want to play. (Did that once with the wrong neighborhood deco loaded, and POOF! All the painstakingly-placed neighborhood deco in that neighborhood was gone. NEVER AGAIN!
But yeah, how I play is pretty much this: Step 1: Come up with idea/theme. Usually, this happens like a bolt out of the blue, things just blooming fully-formed in my head, just like how story ideas happened to me back in my fanfic-writing days, so it must be how my brain works. Whatever the case, itās very jarring. Step 2: Create an unnecessarily complex rule set for playing out the idea/theme. Step 3: Create a complex spreadsheet to use to keep track of the neighborhood. Step 4: Build a neighborhood around the idea/theme.Ā Step 5:Ā Play the neighborhood.Ā
Currently, I have some neighborhoods that are at each step of the above process. :) Often, steps 2 and 3 happen concurrently, and sometimes steps 4 and 5 happen at the same time, all BACC-like. But not always!
criquette-was-here replied to your post āWhy do I keep doing this to myself?ā
@dramallamadingdang ***laughs for a second and then cries thinking of road and terrain DR project*** I feel your pain,lol! @immerso-sims you actually can (I'm on mac) ***cries even harder***
*laugh* Yeah, this is probably a pain that all serious simmers feel at least once in a while. For some of us, though, itās more like a constant thing. Chronic pain. *sigh* :) So then youāve got all these ideas but not the time or stamina to work on/finish them all.
penig replied to your post āWhy do I keep doing this to myself?ā
Alternate between play and projects. You'll get Better Ideas as you play anyhow. Also, projects are play if you choose to do them.
Yeah, thatās pretty much how I do things, in general. Itās just that sometimes my brain/imagination is particularly fertile, and I get lots of big ideas that require big projects all at once, and it all gets a little overwhelming sometimes. Itād be nice if the brain kind of spread out the big ideas a little more....
tamtam-go92 replied to your photo āLetās call this aĀ āCool CC That I Think Everyone Ought to Haveā Post....ā
THIS is just amazing!!! #things you didn't know you need until you see them
Right? I was surprised (but also kind of not-surprised, because it is a really old object) that more people didnāt know about that thing. I only learned about it a while back because of a stray post in the MTS forums that mentioned it, and fortunately that was at a time when the Graveyard was working reliably. I donāt often bother using it in less-densely-populated neighborhoods, but it does add a nice touch when playing downtowns.
immerso-sims replied to your photoset āI needed a bit of a break from hair retexturing and alpha-painting and...ā
Looks great and I really like the idea. Looking forward to following the challenge :)
Iām not sure Iām going to document it, unfortunately. When I first play one of these ideas I get in my head, I like to see if itāll actually work the way I think itās going to, first. So, the initial playing is more like a dry run, where Iām still experimenting and coming up with new ideas and tweaking the rules and such. I have played the first batch ofĀ ārunawaysā through three seasons, and three of them haveĀ āescapedā from the vacant lot into better housing, one of them skipping the ālivinā in the slumsā stage entirely because she married someone who came with a ton of skill points, whose LTW career came up in the newspaper right away, and who got a bunch of job promotions one right after the other. I havenāt decided yet if it was all too easy! *laugh* I should probably take out theĀ āno friends needed for promotionsā mod when playing this, now that I think about it. And maybe I shouldnāt even allow marriage when theyāre still homeless -- because who wants to marry into that?! -- but she got ārisky woohooā pregnant on a date, and.... Well, anyway, I plan to play these initial four for a while, and once I have them all established so that I know everything works, Iām going to add a new group of ārunawaysā for a less-dry run, and perhaps Iāll document them.Ā
Anyway, I might post some highlight pics from this first batch of runaways, and maybe Iāll write up the rules once I know they work. I mean, you donāt HAVE to build an elaborate downtown to play this way or anything. It can be just a mini-challenge that you play within something else...although longer lifespans kinda help with this, at least with the rules Iām using. Anyway, the downtownās just something Iām doing because I want to, and it seems to go along well with this rule set idea.
#katatty-main#didilysims#alawren4ever#catnip-sims#deedledops#criquette-was-here#penig#tamtam-go92#immerso-sims#replies
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Changing the Tide: An Avengers Fanfic (5/7)
Summary: Wanda Maximoff is the new girl in town and also reconciling with the death of her twin brother, Pietro. As she starts to navigate her new life she manages to stumble into friendship with a group of teens who are surprisingly similar to her
A/N: This is basically just a highschoolAU for the Avengers without powers.
(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)
The next day Wanda got to school earlier. She made sure to keep her head down as she walked the hallways before first hour. If she was going to make sure that Clint and the others left her alone she was going to make it as hard as possible for them to try and talk to her.
She made sure to walk into History seconds before the final bell rang. Wanda handed Thor back his notebook. She had started with the notes last night and copied down all ten pages of his notes in a few hours.
āThanks,ā She said, trying to be kind yet distant, before Thor could try to say anything Mr. Coulson was starting class and Wanda felt like she had jumped the first hurdle of the day.
After class Wanda got up and was out the door before Thor could register that she was gone.
Biology was much harder. Wanda had taken her time walking to the room but when she got there Steve was sitting at their table, waiting for her. She smiled awkwardly, unsure of what to do, the only other open spot in the room was next to Tony, which didnāt exactly seem like a more preferable option. When she sat down Steve tried to catch her eye.
āI just wanted you to know that I donāt see being kind to you as some sort of job I got put up to.ā
āOkay,ā Wanda replied, her tone neutral. Wanda wasnāt sure if she could trust Steve, she barely knew him after all, she barely knew any of these people. Wanda had never trusted anyone other than Pietro and she still wasnāt ready to admit that she was alone now.
Steve left her alone for the rest of the hour. Her conversation with Natasha during french was very similar, though Natasha admitted that Clint was stupid a lot of the time, but added that Wanda would be stupid to ignore that he was trying to do the right thing.
Philosophy was more of the same, Steve lefter alone (so did everyone else) but it was after philosophy that Wanda realized that she was going to have a problem. She didnāt have anyone to sit with at lunch. Normally this wouldnāt be a problem, Wanda had always sat with Pietro or by herself (at her old school she had essentially been invisible) but when she walked through the hallway to the lunchroom and noticed people were watching her it was then that Wanda had somehow gotten mixed up with the most popular kids in school.
Normally Wanda avoided popular kids like the plague, unfortunately, Wanda hadnāt realized that they were popular, at her old school the popular kids had been the rich kids who could have parties and nice clothes or the varsity players. These guys werenāt who he would have assumed to be the popular kids, sure, Tony was rich and his dad was famous, and Thor and Steve were super athletic, but he could barely see them being friends with each other, let alone people like Bruce or Natasha.
However, before Wanda could worry more about who she was going to eat with Steve was next to her, āAre you going to eat with us?ā He asked.
āUm...yeah,ā Wanda replied. She could tell that Steve was surprised by her response but he tried to not look to pleased.
When they got to their table everyone tried to be nice to Wanda without making it too obvious. Wanda almost felt worse because of the fact that they were treating her like a rabbit that they didnāt want to scare away than she had yesterday when she felt like they were all pretending to be nice to her.
Maybe Wanda had over-reacted? Should she just let go of her assumptions and let them in?
No.
At least, not yet.
Wanda stayed silent for most of lunch, after everyone relaxed slightly the conversations started up like normal and Wanda listened quietly while she picked at the sad excuse for a sandwich she had made herself before leaving the house. She didnāt even like turkey, so why had she slapped three pieces of it on the bread she had found in the pantry? Wanda was so wrapped up thinking about her poor sandwich making skills that she didnāt notice when Clint sat down next to her.
āIām sorry about yesterday,ā he said, breaking Wanda out of her train of thought, she looked up, no one else was listening to them, they all had their own conversations going.
āOkay,ā Wanda replied. She hadnāt really forgiven Clint for what he had said, but Wanda wasnāt exactly one to hold grudges - at least not outwardly. The internal battle Wanda was having was fierce. She had always been a fighter, but right now she just wanted to give up.
Wanda couldnāt help but think back to being at the hospital after Pietroās accident. When Clint found her she was hiding in the storage closet bawling her eyes out.
āUmā¦ can I help you?ā a boy about her age asked. Wanda looked up, startled by the intruder before she realized that she was the one who wasnāt supposed to be here.
āSorry, I just- How could I have let this happen? Itās all my fault.ā Wanda sobbed.
āWhat?ā He asked, crouching down next to her.
āM-my brother was in a car accident, heās in the ICU right now,ā Wanda told him, āThey donāt know if heās going to make it.ā
āIām still not seeing how this is your fault,ā He said gently.
āI was the one who told him leave.ā Wanda cried, āWe needed milk, I told him to just go find some, so he did and then he ran a red light a few blocks from our house. He got T-boned and now heās here.ā
"Hey, look at me. Itās your fault, itās his fault, itās the other driverās fault, who cares." he replied, āSitting here is going to change what happened.ā
āThey wonāt let me or our parents back to see him,ā Wanda said, pulling her hands away from her face.
āOh, well I can probably sneak you into his room,ā he replied nonchalantly as he stood up and held out his hand to help her up.
āReally, you would do that for me?ā Wanda asked him as she got to her feet.
āSure, as long as we donāt get caught.ā He replied with a wink before grabbing her hand and leading her out of the closet.
The two of them snuck down the hallway and around a few doctors into the ICU.
āWhatās his name?ā The boy had asked her when they got to a nurses station.
āPietro Maximoff,ā She replied quickly, glancing around nervously.
āHey, if you keep looking around like youāre not supposed to be here theyāll realize that youāre not and kick you out.ā He told her while typing into the computer.
āRight, sorry,ā She replied.
āRoom 324,ā He announced, looking up from the computer, āRight this way.ā
Wanda nodded and followed him down the hallway.
āYou canāt go in, unfortunately because thereās a bunch of nurses right now, but you can look into the room,ā He told her while they walked briskly, āAre you ready for this?ā He asked her, glancing sidelong at her.
āYes,ā she answered definitively.
āWell, this is it.ā he said, gesturing to the room number next to the door right in front of him, āYouāve probably got five or six minutes until his doctors come back.ā
Wanda nodded and walked up to the doorway. She hadnāt know what to expect, but she figured it would be something like on all of those doctor shows on TV, that Dr. McDreamy would be bossing around people and her family would be able to go home by the end of the episode.
Thatās not really what it was like.
I mean, there was a nurse who seemed busy enough, but she hadnāt realize that he was actually hooked up to tons of machines, everything about the situation seemed wrong and -painful-. Wanda could barely see Pietroās face, there were so many wires and tubes connected to it.
After what had felt like mere seconds to Wanda at the time but must have been several minutes in reality she had felt the hand of the boy on his shoulder.
āWe need to go now,ā He told her, his voice soft.
āNo.ā
āIf we donāt Iām going to lose my job.ā
Wanda sighed and turned away from her brotherās body.
At the time Wanda hadnāt know that would be the last time she would see her twinās body while he was still alive.
āNo, like Iām really sorry about what I said yesterday, that was super out of line,ā Clint replied, snapping Wanda back into reality.
āYou were there for me when no one else was, you have no idea how much that meant to me, Iāll never be able to thank you enough.ā Wanda said, dutifully examining the bread of her sandwich so she wouldnāt have to look at him, āItās just...I havenāt really talked about Pietro since it happened. I canāt.ā
āThatās okay, we donāt have to talk about. Just know that whenever youāre ready, Iām here - weāre all here for you.ā He said, āEven Tony, especially Tony.ā
āThanks, can we just drop it for now?ā
āOf course,ā Clint said with a slight smile, taking a bite of his lunch, āHow are your classes? Catching up?ā He asked through a mouthful of food.
āYeah, Iāve had to do work every chance I get though, these teachers really do not take it easy do they?ā
Steve looked over at Wanda when she said that, āThat reminds me, we have a Philosophy study group that meets every Thursday after school to hash out ideas and help with the essays and stuff, you should join.ā
Wanda nodded, āOh, awesome, that would be a huge help.ā
āAnd we all tend to get together every afternoon at someoneās house to do homework and hang out,ā Clint added, āSo you have a standing invitation for that too, we donāt always get a lot of work done though, so just know that if you show up youāre going to get distracted any time you try to do actual work.ā
Wanda laughed slightly, āOkay.ā
āWe always figure it out in the groupchat, Peggy interjected, ācan I add you?ā
āUm.. sure,ā Wanda replied, quickly rattling off her phone number as Peggy typed it into her phone. The moment Peggy was done Wanda heard her phone start pinging and pulled it out of her backpack.
(216)355-7654 (12:42) Omg is the new number wanda???
(216)355-7654 (12:42) heyyy wanda
(216)787-3584 (12:42) Yes. You heard our conversation, please stop texting the group chat for stupid reasons.
(216)355-7654 (12:42) sorry peg. Luv youuuuu
(216)651-4599 (12:43) weāre all sitting at the same table just talk to each other
āUm...ā Wanda muttered.
āHere,ā Clint said, putting his hand out, āIāll but everyoneās contacts in so you know whoās who.ā
Wanda nodded and handed her phone over to him. After a few minutes Clint handed her phone back and Wanda scrolled through to see the names of everyone at the table were now added into her phone, along with a few that she didnāt recognize.
āWho are these other people?ā Wanda asked, pointing to their names.
āOh, those are a few of our other friends, they donāt have this lunch though. Peter Parker is Tonyās stalker, Sam Wilson is Steveās best friend, Hank Pym is another science nerd, I donāt really know why we need another one but I guess heās cool, TāChallaās another one of the exchange students, Carol Danvers is a badass who can do whatever she wants, and Bucky Barnes is basically Steveās boyfriend.ā
Wanda was still trying to take in all of this information in order to make sure sheād remember who everyone was, āI thought Steve and Peggy wereā¦ā Wanda replied, confused.
āNo one really knows which one heās actually interested in,ā Clint replied, offhandedly, āWell, do you think youāll come over this afternoon? Study group is at my house.ā
āSure, itās not like I have anything else to do.ā Wanda replied with a slight smirk.
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Fanfics for Appreciation.
(R:) This is, by no means, an exhaustive list of every awesome fic author or awesome fic that I love, because that is a huge list and I am honestly writing the following recs based on what comes up first in my mind or in my collections and how long I can write this before my brain melts. ^^;; Please do not assume that if you aren't below then I don't read or like your stuff; if you write fic, assume that I love you and you deserve all the treats and affection. :D
Uh, just for the record, in the course of compiling this list, I learned that I seem to like more darkfic than I thought I did, so...C_C;;;
The World's Translated Thus by Abyssal1/Aleph_Abyssal: I believe that @12_drakon deserves thanks for reuploading the PDF in Google docs? The above link is literally the only place I can find it anymore. The prequel, Red Letter Days, is downloadable here in EPUB. This fic is one of the famous ones, IIRC. I love it because it has the very best alien worldbuilding for G1 Cybertron that I have ever read. This is one of the fics that is so well-contained that I feel like I could easily rec it to anyone who knows nothing about Transformers and they would be able to grasp it all just fine, provided that they were cool with the quantum alien goo sex and tons of angst. (And if anyone out there knows what Abyssal1's pro name is, tell me so that I can buy the shit out of her novels and whatever else she's writing these days.)
The collected works of Anax (Imperator): Anax is technically on AO3, but most of his TF fics remain on LJ. All existing chapters of Five Million Years are there, while only eight were ever uploaded to AO3; LJ also holds the two incomplete sequels. Please send ups to this dude so he will Rite Moar because he is brilliant. His worldbuilding is magnificent, depicting early-war military life with all sorts of brilliant politicking and character interactions.
Starcrossed Duology by gatekat & Verilidaine: Another infamous fic, IIRC. Amazing character development and breadth of story, and the most tearjerky ending I have ever seen on a fic. The first fifth to fourth of the main story is the most soul-numbing stretch of extended horror and torture that I've experienced (and I have read quite a bit of horror and torture), but the really great thing is that the echoes of those events continue for the rest of the entire fic, shaping the lives of the people involved and prompting a very realistic recovery/adaptation in the wake of the trauma. The rest of what these two wrote together is also good; I especially like Judicium and The Making and Breaking of a Trine, but all of their work is hugely detailed. (Just really pay attention to those tags.) For even more of the even more if you find that you need more, search gatekat's immense outpouring for the more. There is so, so much. x_x
Borealis by tainry: This fic is amazing. It starts with the discovery of how the Bayverse Cybertronians can reproduce after the loss of the Allspark and a way of turning salvaged human minds into new Cybertronians, and then it expands through ages of time and cultural advancements until it's beautiful and huge. Science and technology are wrapped into the setting with special skill so all the tech feels believable.
Sound and Fury Series by fractalserpentine & HopeofDawn: One of my favorite pieces of fiction ever, and another series that I could rec to non-TF-fans and feel confident that they wouldn't lose their grip on the setting. This is some goddamn beautiful worldbuilding focused on the culture of carrier and symbiote mecha with Soundwave and friends as a focal point. I cannot overstate how great the work on the setting and characterization is. Even cooler, the "interfacing" in this whole series is asexual (based on data transfer) and is intimate without being truly erotic. The end of this series wraps up in the end of the Giants of the Earth series (another badass piece that I, being ignorant of Iron Giant media, didn't expect to like as much as I did).
Domesticus Series by femme4jack, fractalserpentine, HopeofDawn, and Sakiku: The premise is that Earth is exporting humans to be turned into sex slaves for Cybertronians who don't see them as sapient beings. But the stories are way more than shallow xenoporn (though there's plenty of that in many lovely forms). Various Cybertronians end up learning more about the human species and work for greater human rights, especially after humans and Cybertronians are discovered to have a natural symbiosis.
Everything written by peacewish: She is intimidatingly brilliant. These Games We Play is the main story, and it's such a carefully-crafted epic in which Soundwave becomes too attached to Jazz (his postwar slave) and there is a great deal of politicking among the Decepticion elite, plus the small-scale mind games in which Jazz and Soundwave jockey for power in their relationship. It's so complex and it unfolds so perfectly.
Book of Hours by Kemmasandi: An in-progress fic that I love because of all the careful attention to worldbuilding (probably you can see a theme to my picks here). Cybertronian society and technology are written in a natural, effortless way that makes the whole setting feel very alive, and the characters are so well-crafted. I've yet to come across another fic that does the prewar development of Orion and Megatronus' relationship so believably.
Across the Great Divide Series by dragonofdispair and Rizobact: I freaking love this series to bits because it addresses disability in such an interesting way. Prowl has a sensory issue that makes it painful for him to touch anyone, but he wants to have a relationship with Jazz and they make it work. Involves other people learning about and respecting a disabled person's needs and a couple working to accomodate one partner's difficulties for mutual pleasure. Also cool cultural details and robot Mafia.
what you are in the dark by Enfilade: This is actually my favorite one-shot fic, the one I think of first after setting aside all those epic Great Cybertronian Novel fics mentioned above. The appeal for me is the simple setup of erotica in which one person cannot see and the other doesn't speak. The descriptions and everything else about this fic just amaze me... It's beautifully executed and I hold it very, very close to my heart.
Soooooo many other things by Enfilade: There's just...so damn much here to love...TT^TT The agonizing denial desert of These Shackles You Forged, the great character interactions in Mend What is Broken, the more great character interactions enhanced by extra added Tarn and Deathsaurus in On My Dark and Lonely Side... It's all so good. It's all so painfully good. TTT^TTT
oh god so many things by ultharkitty i'm pretty sure i have a problem: I confess that my favorite pieces by her are the extremely twisted ones that are permutations on the theme of sociopathic monster Vortex fixating on innocent angel First Aid. I'm just gross with how much I love the things she does with that pairing purely because it's her doing that pairing; otherwise, I couldn't give a damn about Vortex/First Aid. I have to make some specific recs here: -- Mind Games and Dream Fragments: The Fave. Vortex is cruelly kind in giving First Aid what he wants the most. -- What You Wish For: If you can handle very dark darkfic, PLEASE READ THIS. It's actually Vortex/Dead End, but the main storyarc involves Dead End becoming addicted to the experience of other people's deaths and eventually graduating to terrible misuse of spark bonds. All the characterization is razor-sharp, the pacing is perfect, the character development is wow, and the ending is inevitable. I love this horrible lump of pain. -- Rain: Sad, minimalist story of fallout from fraternization. -- The Wages of Compassion: First Aid sparkbonds with Vortex to save his life, and there is some twisted Combaticon culture and First Aid literally reformatting a dude. Characterization is lovely despite how dark this is. -- Euphoria: A non-war, sane-Vortex AU in which First Aid gets a membership at an exclusive kink resort and Vortex is his amazing dom. Downright cockle-warming!!
An Education by zuzeca: Sequel to Fading Embers by spaceliquid. Galvatron starts brooding after battlefield sex with Optimus and Cyclonus, worried that he won't ever be able to satisfy his lord again, starts taking pleasure lessons from the Prime. It sounds like it should be lolcracky, but it's actually gentle and bittersweet with very lovable characters. This is one of the fics that I keep rereading every so often because I enjoy experiencing it that much. Zuzeca's Pillars of the Temple series is also several stories of TFP AU win that include too much awesome to sum up here.
Fics and Fears by 12drakon: Damn, I love this fic so, so much. The underpinning of the whole thing is the function of fiction in different areas of life. Some people use it to cope with past trauma, others to spin events in their favor, others to prop themselves up with hero fantasies... It's like fanfiction about the concept of fanfiction, but the TFP story packaging it all is really great too.
Robots, Robots Everywhere Series by oriflamme: Each fic is very different in nearly every way, but holy shit, her use of language and world design is just amazing. I wish I could be more specific, but every story really is too different to write a capsule of the whole thing. :P IT GOOD. READ.
Just about everything by spockandawe: It took a bit for me to get used to the second-person narration, but the stories are so great that any delivery method is perfect. I love the character interaction. I love the narrative voice (it constantly makes me want to read them out loud because the language she uses is so fun). The sad bits are piercing but beautiful.
War Without End Series by AzarDarkstar & dracoqueen22: Finally, a series based on the enormous question of why Bayverse Optimus is so chill about his people getting killed and why he keeps bending in favor of the humans to the point of destroying his own species. The other Autobots are just as disturbed by these events. Eventually, Autobots and Decepticons gravitate together to save their own kind and learn to reproduce without the Allspark. This series is just designed and executed in a damn cool way.
Prisoner by hellkitty: I have such a soft spot for this one because it focuses on linguistic differences between Autobots and Decepticions that have developed over the war. The POV is of a human grad student who is given the injured Starscream to study because the Autobots and NEST don't care about her research.
Just about every other damn thing by hellkitty: For your convenience, the above link goes to the first of the 19 pages of fic she has. Just chug those damn things. Most aren't very long. Also, it's hard to pick out certain ones to rec without my notes elsewhere, because she tends to not include descriptions or link related stories into series, so reading oldest to newest is how to get most things in order. :/ I remember her fondly because she writes quite a bit of prewar Drift (including interesting stories of how poverty and sex work manifest in Rodion) and Deadlock, and I am just ragingly onboard for that content. Be aware that there's some twisted stuff in places, especially with her super toxic Turmoil/Deadlock. One specific rec I might make would be Meridian, a fairly dark AU in which Deadlock really did sell out the Knights and took Wing as a war prize when he returned to the Decepticons.
Upon a Star Series by dracoqueen22: I love this series so much. It makes my heart tender and my eyes tear up. TT_TT It really does feel like a fairytale and I love all the tiny details about Prowl and Sunstreaker and even poor, desperate Starscream. Turbocharged comfort fic like a fuzzy pillow fort.
So many things by Lycaste: There's just so many damn delightful pieces here. It helps that a lot of it has to do with the DJD and the like. XB Wired for Action, The Autobot Justice Division, Cry Havoc (In Quatrains), and Sibling Rivalry are some of my very favorites. After spending too much time stuffing my brain with darkfic, I really need well-written humor, and these are definite repeat reads.
Nearly everything by Owlix: Owlix writes a little bit of everything. I recall a lot of his pieces being small, carefully-made sketches of character interactions.
Dear Lies Series by dracoqueen22: I honestly like this one not because I enjoy the dynamic, exactly, but because it shows how insidiously and gradually abusive elements can enter into a relationship. Features Jazz as the too-intense antagonist. (TBH, I have a weird liking for fics in which Jazz is subtly or overtly sinister.)
And I'm pretty sure everybody likes something from Bibliotecaria_D: You can't really go wrong with her work. ^^ Highlights in my mind include White Lies (great postwar DJD sads), Constructicon Lite (Constructicons feeding Prowl), Gone Fishing (the wonderful adventures of the guy with Megatron's voice), Walk the Line (realistic, educational BDSM fic), and Playing the Long Odds (another cool realistic story about falling in love with friends and how that changes things).
There are so damn many more but my eyes are starting to get blurry from too much shuffling around in my archives. =_= I love all you wonderful fic writers. You bring me so much joy.
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Next Gen Fan Fic Ideas?
These particular ideas revolve around my RWBY next gen. It will also pre determine the histories that unfold for my characters seeing as thatās the only thing I never really grasped on much. Not all of them will revolve around itās canon compliant which ever I so chose it to be but let me give you an idea of what routes Iām taking.Ā Note: These stories weāre created a while before Yin and Shionās introduction. More so Shionās then Yinās. Shion may not be in these stories. Yin will be in one or two of em maybe more lol.Ā ----------------------------------------------------- Title/s: Slave Trade/To Be an Animal: (Title is debatable.) Summary: Mai enjoyed the life she had, her, her sister and parents sure there weāre times when things could be a little dull. But excitement always reared itās head though Mai wouldnāt lie when she kinda hopes for something more exciting. Sadly sometimes itās best to just be content with what you have. Plot: Mai separates with her sister for a short time to go and retrieve something she had forgotten only to be knocked out cold. She and two other friends find themselves chained and working in an unknown area with tons of other faunus. Mai must do her best to overcome the horrible conditions all while protecting her friends from the horrible men who have enslaved them. She only had to be strong until their families found them question was how long could she hold out?, and when they do finally save them, will their daughters be the same person they knew before, or a former shell of themselves. Simplified: Mai, Onyx and Cinna are kidnapped and traded to a faunus slave labor camp. Where they must endure punishments of all sorts, verbal and physical.Ā What the story may contain: Abuse, Death, Rape (Mention), Trigger warnings such as PTSD, Anxiety, ect will be implied. This fanfic is mostly from Maiās P.O.V. but will transition to Cinnaās, Onyx as well as Yin and even Blake an Yang. I will include a little Velvet/Coco as well as Neon but their roles might be minor.Ā --------------------------------------------- Title: Born In Happiness, Raised In Hate:Ā Summary: Blake and Yang are living their days of peace quite happily with their two daughters Yin and Mai. Both fairly young but happy and content which is more then both of them could have asked for. With the thoughts of any danger far beyond their mind, Blake and Yang decide to have a date night leaving Sun in charge of the little ones. Little did they know that would be the last time theyād see them for years to come.Ā Plot: While Blake and Yang are out enjoying a double date with Weiss and Ruby. Yin and Mai only five years old at the time when The White Fang struck their home. Sun nearly losing his life in the process unable to protect the children as heās forced to watch them get taken out of their beds and dragged into the shadows. Blake and Yang as well as Weiss and Ruby search frantically for the children only to find their tattered clothing stained in blood and a fellow white fang member dead and shredded while Grimm laid scattered. The grief fills their minds and assume the worse. Mai and Yin are dead. Ruby trying to be that beacon of hope wants to believe the girls are still alive and somewhere safe despite her sister and sister in lawās worries. Plot Continuation: While the search does continue for a couple years they all have but given up hope. Unaware that Adam had taken them in and had Ilia as well as a few other members of the White Fang train, watch over them. As they grow older Yin and Mai both begin to question their origin and why they canāt remember their families despite Adam telling them they weāre long gone. The only source of comfort they had growing up was Illia who serviced as both a legal guardian and fight instructor. When tensions rise and the sisters question theyāre loyalty Adam uses both of them against the other as leverage to keep them in line. His favoritism tends to go more towards Yin. Mai senses an impending hatred from Adam yet canāt place why. Simplified: Yin and Mai are kidnapped by Adamās men in the White Fang at a very young age and trained under his watch and they must go through trials in order to get what they want. What the story may contain: Abuse/Sexual Abuse, Child Abuse, Death, Trigger warnings will be implied. (Given theyāre 16/17 during this story may hint at age difference as well given the sexual abuse mention so warnings all around.)Ā This fanfic will be from Mai and Yinās P.O.V. as well as transitioning to Blake/Yang, Ruby/Weiss and even Ilia and Sun. This idea came from another RWBY fanfic known as Surrender which was written by an amazing writer known as SimplyKorra.Ā ------------------------------------------------- Title/s: Who Am I?/Where Do I Belong (Alpha/Omega Verse) Summary: Blake left Beacon. Left her friends, her family, her partner, unable to deal with the guilt of the pain she had caused she goes back to Menagerie to find some peace but comes to the startling conclusion she did not go back alone. Aside from Sun tagging along Blake brought back another one she wasnāt aware of until weeks later. Discovery of an unexpected pregnancy puts Blake in a rather scary situation luckily she is not there alone. Her parents and even Sun offered to help but without Yang it just didnāt feel right. Plot: Blake giving birth to Mai was both a blessing and a curse. Her mother explained to her that it would be impossible not to love the child the second she saw it. It was far too true for many reasons. While it was a faunus like Blake, it looked like Yang, Mai had darker blonde hair then Yang did but it was a constant reminder and that only served a higher purpose when Mai first opened her eyes. Her bright red eyes. All Blake could think of was Yangās reaction to her unknown child and to how and to how angry sheād be for not only never contacting her about it but leaving int the first place. The eyes weāre a constant reminder for Blake, many regrets, many heartaches but her having Mai was never one of them. Sun had even offered to help in any way he could but as Mai got older she saw a little more of herself. Mai wasnāt an oblivious child, she knew Sun wasnāt her father, sheād constantly ask and Blake would never know what to say, she never confirmed nor denied Sun being her father which only made Mai question it more. Which made things worse when Mai would try to make friends, she was an odd looking Faunus it wasnāt so much the blonde hair that made her stand out, it was her eyes, other children refused to play with her even the parents refused to let their children near her. The more she aged the more she questioned who she was, where she came from and who her other parent was. Why mother never spoke of her why she always looked so sad when Mai would bring it up or those times when she thought Mai didnāt notice the off stares her mother would send her. She had all but drawn the conclusion that her other parent was dead, around the age of eight she had even slowly come to accept it. That is until she bumped into someone in town. A human woman one that resembled her far too much for it to be a coincidence.Ā Simplified: When Blake fled Beacon she settled in Menagerie and soon gave birth Mai a child she wasnāt even aware she had at the time of leaving. Raising her with or without Sun was difficult for Blake mostly because she was just too much like Yang. Life is somewhat peaceful until a woman comes to menagerie wanting answers and Mai is one of the biggest questions sheāll have trouble answering among others. What the story may contain: This will be more of the lighter stories so it may contain cursing, bullying, fighting and a lot of emotional turmoil but itās a much lighter story. This story will only contain Mai out of my Blake and Yang Next gen children. I had this idea in my head longer then any others long before Yin was created so I figured Iād add it. It will also be in Maiās P.O.V. along with Blake/Yang, Sun, Ghira/Kali and maybe others only time will tell.Ā -------------------------------------------- These are just a few Iāve had in mind for a while. I wouldnāt mind some ideas or feed back on which one I should do. Now to be honest I am not a hundred percent sure if I will write it due to the fact I am horrible with grammar and other things. But I might if people are genuinely curious.Ā
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