#Dani ve one piece

[amniotic]

Recién caí en cuenta que ENEL, la compañía de electricidad de este país, se llama IGUAL QUE ENEL EL MALO QUE TIENE EL PODER DEL RAYO????? Me estoy perdiendo de algún Dios o significado oculto?

Oye q está haciendo la Nico Robin mientras está pasando todas estas peleas kfkfkfkfkf

[shiftingdani]

every road you take will always lead you home // self para

WHO: Dani Harper

WHEN: November 10th, 2019;

WHERE: Campus, Dani´s Room ( Sciron Square ), Outside of NYADA

WHAT: Dani makes a decision. Or maybe she´s made it a long time ago.

WARNING(S): mentions of depression and death.

Dani had thought about doing this for a long time, but there had always been something holding her back just that tiny bit.

Her friends.

She had come to this, admittedly, horrible place not wanting to be close to anyone, and yet there had been people who´d found their way into her heart, intertwining their own paths with hers. It was hard to leave them behind, but if there was the slightest chance that Marley was alive and out there, then she´d have to go looking for.

For a moment she had thought that it was silly to seem so dependent on a person. To fall into a depression because the person you loved was gone. But the truth was: Marley had come into her life, catching her off guard and turned everything upside down, in the best way possible.

Dani had never thought she´d be able to love someone again, let alone plan a future with them, but Marley was different, Marley was part of her life and they had promised each other they´d find the other, however far they would have to go.

And this was the time. NYADA was falling apart, and as much as it pained her to leave her friends behind, she knew they could take care of themselves, and if she was being honest then there wasn´t much she could contribute without her powers.

The funny thing about all of this, however, was realizing just how easy it was to get rid of that stupid collar. She couldn´t have done it if she would have stayed, but she wasn´t staying. There wasn´t much she was taking, everything that belonged to Marley still packed in boxes, her own things where they belonged, on the bedside table, in the drawers and cupboards.

Fiyero was sitting on the bed, watching her with curious eyes.

“So we´re really doing this, hm?” It wasn´t really a question, he knew that there was no going back from this point on. Dani had made her decision, and everything was done. She´d been talking to people from her past, making sure she´d have a couple of new IDs and identities to choose from.

She´d never actually thought she´d go back to a life of running around, but then again settling down had never really been in the cards for her until she had met Marley. And Marley was the person she had to find.

Home, Dani had learned, wasn´t a place. It was two eyes and a heartbeat.

The knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts and she opened, letting the hooded figure slip inside the room. She´d never actually dealt with people from the black market. She´d heard about it, of course, but there had never actually been the need to get something.

Not that she was getting something now.

Nodding, the figure pulled out a device that Dani eyes for a moment, before she lifted her hair up. It only took a moment before the collar clicked, falling away and into the hands of the hooded figure. It felt…strange, to not have it. Not that she was complaining, but to her it had become part of her life, as horrible as it had been.

When she found Marley, she´d have to make sure the other Shapeshifters would get rid of this thing, too. Dani had no idea how to do that, but then again she´d never really been someone who´d gone for long term planning.

The hooded figure nodded before it slipped back out of the room, leaving Dani to herself. The collar around her neck got replaced with the ring Marley had given her, tied to a necklace.

And for a moment, Dani felt as if there was nothing she couldn´t do. She hadn´t felt like this ever since coming to this God forsaken place, but now the world was wide open, and there was no way she was going to make the same mistake again and get caught.

She knew where to go. Who to look out for.

And she was going to find Marley.

She had left all of the pictures she had drawn of their encounters with monsters and dragons to Elliott. On top of those drawings was one of the two of them she had done, sitting outside Sciron Square with Fiyero and Ziggy.

She had left drawings to the rest of their friends, too. A drawing of a picture Kurt and her had taken backstage at the New York Fashion Week. Santana and her in their Snowball dresses, Matt and her at last year’s Christmas Party, Tina and her at the beach. No notes, simply because the less they knew, the better. These drawings, however, they were proof that she had existed. That she had made an impact on people´s lives.

There had never been anything like that in her old lives. No actual prove of her existence, just faces she changed and left behind like masks dropped. But Dani Harper? She had lived, and she had made friends that she loved.

Maybe, just maybe, they had loved her too.

Sam was the only one who got an actual note along with his picture. She felt as if that was something she owed him. Dani´s never had a best friend before, but Sam had been there for her from the start, and they had just grown closer and closer.

Dear Sam,

I know you might not understand why I´m doing this, or worse: You do and you´re asking yourself why I didn´t ask you to come along. You know I couldn’t have, and I wouldn´t have, asked that of you. You´ll go on to do great things, and know that, wherever I am, I will always be immensely proud of you.

I´ll never forget what you´ve done for me. I´ll never forget crying over Endgame, or your honest attempts at trying to catch me before dropping me to the floor. ;)

I can´t begin to tell you how much I love you. I´ve never had someone to call a best friend before, but you´ll always be remembered as that, and more.

I know it´s never been easy, and it probably won´t be for a while, but I know that you can do this. You´re so much better, kinder, and more wonderful than you believe.

Always remember: You can do this.

I love you 3000,

Dani.

She had attached the note to a bag full of items she was going to leave him. She wasn´t going to need most of them anyway, and whatever was coming their way, her friends would need them more.

Turning to look at the makeshift mirror she had pieced back together, the face looking back at Dani wasn´t one anyone would recognize. Her hair was black, still, but it was short and easily hide able beneath the black hoodie she was wearing. Her jeans were just as dark as she picked up her things, nodding for Fiyero to return to the tattoo, which she had hidden beneath a glamour.

All the drawings were quickly distributed, the only place she lingered for a moment was Sam´s door. It was the dead of the night, the corridors were quiet and dark as she leaned her forehead against the door for a moment.

She´d have to go. The person taking her off campus wasn´t going to wait forever, but for a moment Dani simply closed her eyes, taking a moment to just…take it all in.

She´d left her phone on the nightstand, not wanting anyone to trace her. She´d get a new one once she was safe and sound away from this place. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the necklace, that Sam and her shared, hanging it onto the door, too.

The final thing she pulled from her pocket was another small note, which she trusted Sam to burn as soon as he´d read it.

When you get out of this place, come find me here.

Scribbled underneath was the address of a small coffee shop in downtown New York, where Dani had worked. She had no idea if either of them would survive this ordeal, or if she´d find Marley, but if she did, and got out of all of this alive, that would be where she´d be waiting.

Pushing the note beneath the door she whispered, “I love you 3000,” Again, before pulling up the hood over her head and heading down the corridor. For once, however, she wasn´t heading into the darkness, but towards the light.

It's been a long day without you, my friend And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again We've come a long way from where we began Oh I'll tell you all about it when I see you again When I see you again

Dani immediately noticed the way everything changed as she came out the other side, away from Campus and away from NYADA. The person who had taken her had stayed behind, happy with their payment.

Dani found, however, that her lips curved into a slight smile, and as she walked, long strands of pink hair peeking out from under the black hood.

[themagicianshea]

From now until November, we’ll be spotlighting one of our MHHE registered authors every week. Want to be featured? Just fill out this form!

MHHE Author Spotlight: NightjarPatronus

What piece of work best represents your writing style, and how would you briefly describe it? 

I’ve been told my writing is very rich and vivid in terms of imagery. All-immersive. “In your face," to quote a friend. I also tend to veer towards psychological ways of characterization as I majored psychology in university. There’s usually a lot of introspection, and I also have a LOT of trouble sticking to just one point of view, so my chapters always alternate between different people’s perspectives. Also, my friends are no longer surprised by how much angst is in my fics. 

All my works represent my style to a T, but my latest ongoing Magicians fix-it fic (titled “What’s Fixed Will Always Be Broken”, yes, like the song) exemplifies all of that.

Julia traced his collarbones with the paint in her hands. She shook her head when Penny tried to mutter an apology, every bit the psychic that he was. Penny shifted in his seat and pulled her close. The unforgiving wind had already taken a toll on her; her skin felt cold to the touch. She relaxed when he wrapped his arms around her to warm her up, and he smiled despite himself. The Beast might have been in his head, but he was the only one who could feel Julia’s heartbeat.

...Before the clock struck midnight that night, Penny had confessed he was scared. He’d admitted that it terrified him to realize how much he cared, that maybe he wasn’t ready, and perhaps she shouldn’t wait around for him to get his shit together. Julia had kissed him as the rope fell from his wrists. She had told him that love takes his time, and promised she’d be around when his time comes.

It would be the one promise she had to break.

What piece of work are you most proud of and why? 

I wrote a 300k+ words monster fic for the Sense8 fandom while I was finishing my last year at university and actually managed to complete it before the special aired in June of 2018. It’s titled “Veracity”. It’s my first fan-fiction that I’ve EVER WRITTEN, and even though I’d done two multi-chapter stories in the past, they were nowhere near the length of this one! (The longest was 75k.) I had 23 OCs on top of the many canon characters featured in the show. It was astonishing just to see how far I could go and how fast I could manage it all, and I made some friends for life through writing this fic! Plus, it was super well-received, so I had a positive experience interacting with the readers :)

The old Felix would have jumped at the chance to flirt with Mariana. He would have claimed he was a genius at salsa; honestly, he was just out of practice. And Felix would try to bait her with his moves and get her to talk about herself as he gawked and pretended to listen. Now and then he'd throw in something completely made-up from his own life, like that time he and his friend Wolfie took down four bouncers and stole a motorcycle and rode to the fucking Berlin Wall with five police cars chasing them down, then managed to get away by stowing away underneath an Erdinger delivery truck.

But instead of wanting to say something funny the moment Mariana showed interest, Felix found himself wishing he was dancing with someone else.

"I'm preparing this dance for someone special," he said instead, meeting her eyes.

Dark brown eyes, accentuated by black eyeliner and a dash of gold. Brown like Dani’s.

But not like Dani's, because if he'd seen Dani's eyes again, he didn't think he would have been able to look away. With Mariana, he could. He looked at his new golden shoes and admired the way the metallic leather caught the warm glow of the ceiling light.

Mariana stopped dancing. "She's a lucky woman.”

"No." Felix let go of her and shook his head, loosening his tie. "I'm the lucky one."

What tropes can we look forward to in your MHHE fic? 

Found Family. Enemies to Friends to Lovers. Slow Burn. High School. Emotional Hurt/Comfort. Traumatic Backstories. Bed Sharing. (“Oh no, there’s ONLY ONE BED!”)

Fuck, Marry, Kiss (under the mistletoe) with three Magicians characters of your choice! 

Disclaimer: I’m as asexual as it gets, y’all.

Fuck - Marina.

Marry - Fen.

Kiss - Margo.

[turbante-se]

ATLANTICA {PT/ EN below}

ATLANTICA é o nome desse meu novo trabalho com o Turbante-se. Esse trabalho imprime muito da trajetória que tenho traçado com a vivência e pesquisa sobre os turbantes na perspectiva da Diáspora Afro-Atlântica nos últimos anos. Eu tento aqui aproximar inúmeras conexões que fiz entre culturas que são banhadas pelas águas desse oceano, que é cerca de um quinto da superfície da Terra, e sobre a minha própria caminhada. Essas conexões passam por lugares de muita resistência, resiliência, repulsa, dor e ressignificação. Afinal esse oceano foi cenário da nossa diáspora forçada, de um Holocausto Africano, que resultou em morte e renascimento através da necessidade de reexistir. Fazer essas conexões perpassa por similaridades históricas, e pela imagem dissonante de inúmeras pessoas, que como eu, representam <CORPOS POSSÍVEIS> em novas rotas de percurso, novas narrativas, e significados outros, de estar em um transito Atlântico, ou Índico, que nem sempre é Pacífico.

Ao pensar nas relações de amor, admiração versus a repulsa, o medo do mar, entendo que faço uma relação binária que se faz presente em inúmeros corpos. Atirar-se ao mar já foi/ é, para muitos, a necessidade de se libertar. Ainda hoje vemos essa via sendo utilizada para quem precisa de um novo refugio. O pavor pelo mar pode ser uma experiência herdada dos antepassados, porque as memórias podem ser transmitidas para as gerações posteriores através de interruptores genéticos. Essa transmissão biológica da memória ancestral é muitas vezes ignorada, ou subestimada. A tentativa de me conectar com a minha memória ancestral traz muito do que tem guiado o meu trabalho e pesquisa com o Turbante-se.

Falar de Atlantica me trouxe a reflexão sobre o movimento das aguas enquanto essa linha que traça o meu próprio caminhar, que gera seu próprio deslocamento de forma optativa, e escolhe a diáspora como morada. O cruzamento desse mar conecta a minha produção artística e intelectual ao Brasil, Europa e África. Falo de África, sem necessariamente pisar no solo desse continente, mas por ser esse território (in)visível que eu transito para chegar no lugar de Atlantica.

O que está nesse entre-lugar? Quais são as potências que as aguas, e que esses trânsitos bem elaborados, que se relacionam com o passado criam para uma mulher negra como eu, que tem alcançado outros lugares a partir do tempo de agora? Para além da travessia, cruzar o mar tem sido um caminho de tornar muitas possibilidades palpáveis.

Atlantica está sendo também um lugar de auto permissão para minha experimentação em vários aspectos. Experimentando através de colagens, de poemas, da escrita, e do desafio de vestir corpos sob a perspectiva da mescla. De não me entender como estilista, mas me expressar através do têxtil.

Nessa experiência de auto-identificação, de pensar arte, imagem, envolvimento, historia, e passado eu seleciono essas estampas pensando se as mulheres que me inspiram gostariam de um corte de tecido como esse. Adalices, Elianas, Valdinas, Detes, Jhôs. Quando opto pelos tecidos com pontos de luz nas estampas, eu penso na abundancia que projeto para as minhas e os meus. Penso no quão imensa é a nossa e riqueza, e que quero afastar desses corpos atlânticos tudo que possa ser lido como ordinário. Eu gosto do simples, mas não gosto do ordinário. Esse ultimo nos tem sido imposto por muitos séculos. Portanto retomo aqui, mais uma vez, o meu lugar de herdeira de uma elegância ancestral.

Para esse trabalho, eu quis, além dos turbantes, trazer dois modelos de que podem ser utilizadas como roupas do dia-a-dia ou para as aguas, tiaras, pôsteres das colagens, e um vídeo-poema. Eu cruzei o Atlântico com esses tecidos: levei eles de Londres para o Brasil, e trouxe de volta para a Europa. É inquietador pensar que eu estou repetindo a lógica do sistema econômico do Atlântico Sul, que era “centrado na produção de culturas de commodities e produtos têxteis para vender na Europa”. Mas eu não quero aqui vender apenas um produto. Eu vou contar algumas histórias ao longo desse caminho, que não envolvem dor, mas que devolve empoderamento intelectual, estético e econômico para o meu país.

Sinto-me extremamente orgulhosa em dizer que a mão de obra para feitura dessas peças é 100% ética e feminina, feita em Salvador, na Bahia, em pequena escala, de maneira honesta e sustentável. Todas as estampas dessa coleção são tecidos africanos que garimpei na loja de dona Toks, uma mulher nigeriana, que mora há tempos em Londres, e o restante da matéria prima comprada no Brasil. Eu cruzei e descruzei o Atlântico.

As peças de vestuário estarão disponíveis inicialmente na loja online do Turbante-se da Europa/ Worldwide (www.turbante-se.com/shop-1), e a depender da demanda produziremos mais para o Brasil. Já os turbantes e tiaras estarão nas duas lojas (Brasil & Mundo).

Obrigada a todas e todos envolvidos nesse processo. Obrigada Jeanne Nadier, Maria Helena Araujo, Fernanda Slama, Sista Katia, Camila Jasmin, Eduarda Carvalhaes, Shai Andrade, Naná Vitória, Dani Munira, Guilherme Malaquias, Patricia Guimarães, Hugo Vasconcelos, Fernanda Costa, Priscila Carvalho, Rafaela Maia, Tadhg Byrne, Maggie Moran, Denis Byrne, Rebeca Carapiá.

Com amor,

Thaís Muniz

ATLANTICA_ ENGLISH

ATLANTICA is the name of my new work with Turbante-se. This work symbolizes a lot of the trajectory I have traced with the experience and research of turbans from the perspective of the Afro-Atlantic Diaspora over many years. Here, I aim to approach a number of connections I have made between cultures that are bathed by the waters of this ocean, which covers a fifth of the Earth’s surface,by walking my own path. These connections pass through places of great resistance, resilience, repulsion, pain and re-signification. After all, this ocean was the scene of our forced diaspora, an African Holocaust, which resulted in death and rebirth through the need to re-exist. Making these connections, runs through historical similarities, and the dissonant image of countless people, who like me, represent new routes, new narratives, and other meanings of being in an Atlantic or Indian transit, which it is not always Pacific.

When I think about the relationships of love, admiration versus repulsion, fear of the sea, I understand that I make a binary connection that is present in innumerable bodies. Throwing yourself into the sea has already been / is, for many, the need to break free. Even today we see this way being used for those who seek refuge. The terror of the sea can be an experience inherited from the forefathers, because memories can be transmitted to later generations through genetic switches. This biological transmission of ancestral memory is often ignored, or underestimated. The attempt to connect with my ancestral memory brings much of what has guided my work and research with Turbante-se.

To speak about Atlantica has brought me the reflections about the movement of the waters, as the line that traces my own path, where I create my own displacement as an optional way, and I choose the diaspora as home. The crossing over this sea connects my artistic and intellectual production in Brazil, Europe and Africa. I speak of Africa, without necessarily treading on the soil of that continent, but because it is this (in)visible territory that I transit to arrive at the place of Atlantica.

What´s in this in-between place? What are the powers that waters, and those well thought transits, (which relate to the past) create for a black woman like me, who has reached other places from the time of now? Beyond to the crossing, traversing the sea has been a way of making many possibilities palpable.

Atlantica is also being a place of self-permission for my experimentation in various aspects. Experimenting through collages, poems, writing, and the challenge of dressing bodies from the perspective of the mix. Not to understand me as a fashion designer, but to express myself through the textile.

In this experience of self-identification, of thinking art, image, involvement and history, I´ve selected these prints thinking if women who inspire me would like a cut of fabric like that. Adalices, Elianas, Valdinas, Detes, Jhôs. When I choose for the fabrics with sprinkles of light on the prints, I think of the abundance I want to project for my people. I think of how immense our richness is, and that I want to put away from those Atlantic bodies everything that can be read as ordinary. I like the simple, but I do not like the ordinary. This last one has been imposed on us for many centuries. So here, once again, I take up my place as the heiress of ancestral elegance.

For this work, in addition to the turbans, I wanted to share two models that can be used as everyday clothes or for the waters, along with hair bands, posters of the collages and a video-poem. I crossed the Atlantic with these fabrics; I took them from London to Brazil, and brought them back to Europe. It is disturbing to think that I am repeating the logic of the South Atlantic economic system, which was “centered on the culture of producing commodities and textiles to sell in Europe.” But I am not here to sell products. I´m here to tell some stories along the way, which do not involve pain, but bring intellectual, aesthetic and economic empowerment to my country.

I am extremely proud to say that the workforce for making these pieces is 100% ethical and female, made in Salvador, Bahia, on a small scale, in an honest and sustainable way. All the prints in this collection are African fabrics that I selected at Mrs. Toks shop, a Nigerian woman who owns a fabric shop in South London, and the rest of the raw material bought in Brazil. I crossed and recrossed the Atlantic.

The clothes will initially be available at the Turbante-se online shop for Europe / Worldwide (www.turbante-se.com/shop-1), and depending on demand we will produce more for Brazil. The turbans and head bands will be available in the two shops (Brazil & EU/Worldwide).

[kurtty-drabbles]

Scooby au (a small interlude)

N/A: based on an image here on tumblr. That girl´s name will be Ana.

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @sailorstar9 @discordsworld @look-ma-no-hands336

Professor X used the Cerebro to search for new mutants that may need help, and that´s lead Professor X to located a city near the forest(the city is the heart of the forest or is the other way around?), is atemporal and Scott is the one leading the New Mutants and some of the members of the X-men. Jean, Jubilee, Nightcrawler and Shadowcat and everything should be normal...right?

Yana looks at the city with wry eyes as the city seems atemporal, no, that´s no the right word, the city has no modernity and Yana read many Lovecraftian books to come to two conclusions 1)the man was a racist and would be revolting to know how many minorities are taking his ideas and forming something better and 2)cities that are so affronted to have any modernity...usually have something to hide.

Rhane is not exactly pleased to be here either, even in her wolf form, Sunspot feels weak...his powers come from the sun, yet, even in the sunny day, the city is clearly having...Sunspot feels so weak. Sam is not speaking, Dani has total control of her power(fear) and Magik is with her sword ready, something in this city is...wrong.

Jubilee is smiling and chatting with Jean who is talking as if nothing is amiss. Kurt and Kitty are lost in their own little world(Scott, does not dare to bother them now) and Scott can only sigh tiredly as this mission won´t be normal in the slightest.

"Jean" Scott talks treating as if this is normal "can you scan the presence?" Scott is not being too authoritative, yet, soft. What is Jean if not a teammate?

"She´s in the yellow house" Kitty reply making Jean pouting petulantly and Kurt chuckles at the scene. Scott looks at the yellow house and how Kitty was too far away for being able to listen to him(don´t question, Summers)

"Very well, Professor speaks that the person is younger, Rhane, do you want to do the talking?" Scott asked and Rhane shakes her head, not very communicative, Jubilee lifts her hand "I can do it, I´m younger too, in the heart" she smiles jubilant and she didn´t ask confirmation as she walks merrily to the yellow house.

Kurt, Kitty go as well. Jean and Scott are walking together("I could have sensed the girl too" "I know Jean") and the New Mutants are behind, don´t make questions.

Yana is ever so thankful for not making questions as the new girl who displays mutations is not...usual and even her pet is not usual. A creature with far too many teeth, a slimy body, some tentacles and red eyes and a bit of fur.

The little girl is wearing a dress from another century. The parents are far too uncanny and The New Mutants are hearing tales of Yogo, the great goat who is referred to as nannies and have a statue where people are adorning to flowers.

Sunspot caught with his eyes who Kurt and Kitty are talking, in a language that does not seem, German, he tries to understand, he really tried, however, the Brazilian boy feels a bit dizzy.

"Dude" Sam caught him as Berto almost pass out "are you ok?"

"Yeah, I´m fine, I guess I didn´t have a nice breakfast" Berto jokes but something is amiss and Sam can see, the New Mutants can see. This is not the time as Jubilee is talking with the girl who´s holding the ...creature.

"Hi, my name is Jubilee, I´m an X-men now, do you have a superpower?" Jubilee asked nicely and the girl nods, while refusing to let go of her animal, it did take a few minutes for Jubilee to understand...but, just because the creature has his eyes opens it does not mean is alive.

"I like your pet, did the nanny give to you?" Jubilee asked and the girl nods happily.

Jean whisper in Scott´s ear "regardless of her power, I´d think this won´t be a good mission,the parents won´t let the girl go" Scott faces Jean for a moment and replied "yes, there´s always the option, but, the idea is to offer some guidance, she´s free to choose, that´s all we´re doing"

"That´s nice of you, Scott Summers" Jeans replied and the young man smiles sincerely at this.

"My name is Ana Pereira," the girl replied with a pale skin and blue eyes " I can show to you my power...she said is ok, we´re friends here" and the girl changes from pale to green, to blue and to her real skin in a matter of seconds, a shapeshifter and it seems only Scott and the New Mutants are impressed.

_________________________________________________________________________ How long that thing is dead? Jean thought to herself. Yogo is asking for a favour and the Pheonix has no problem in doing her part, however, she does not want to let Scott alone, no physical harm is not the same as no mental harm.

"Scott, I think we should split, I sense enemies in the borders of the city and they´re hostile to people" not a lie, not an actual fact, however, that enough and Scott divided the group. Scott and Jean will go the North(as Pheonix predicted), Jubilee will take a part of the New Mutants for the west and Kurt and Kitty will stay with Magik to make sure nothing happens to the girl, Ana Pereira. And now she looks as healthy as her parents and neighbours.

("Gothic phase?" "Oh no, is more like an inside joke around here, we like to mock a certain person")

Kurt chuckles, however, this time is a bit malicious than normal. "Oh, that seems so cliche, anyway, has fun, kiddies!" Kurt chuckles and Kitty is looking, gazing and then only sighs "Be careful, and don´t take too much time, it will rain here...I still hate rain" Kitty speaks and is an alien form of communicating, but, the X-men know(how? and for how long?) that Kitty hates water.

(of course, thank God the mansion has no pool)

Jubilee nods and pipes in "We´ll must be meet here, and don´t worry, I´ll keep the children save" Jubilee lost her chipper tone and looks far too serious and for a moment Dani has the impression they´ll be killed now, she can´t feel her powers now and this...never happened. ________________________________________________________________________________

Magik stays far away from Kurt and Kitty, yet, she has the feeling they knew what she´s doing, meanwhile, Kurt and Kitty are just ...talking, yet, time feels like an illusion.

"What´s going on here?" Magik tries to make one of her spells, the basic one, and now notices how her magic is not working...in fact, the swords are slowly going away to her realm.

And Kurt and Kitty are still talking. Judging by the talk, Kitty won an argument and is smiling proudly at this. Kurt is kicking some Peebles.

Something is...wrong here.

__________________________________________________________________________ Those creatures Yogo loves to create are easy to make and easy to kill,she supposed, that may be different for a human. Scott and Jean are walking together "Do you really want me here to keep an eye on me or there´s a real enemy out there?"

"Ah, Scott, you´re pretty," Jean speaks and laughs, again not like a human being, at his reaction "you have a vague notion of what I´m and you blush when I call you pretty? Yup, you´re a pretty boy"

"I heard that a lot, but, hey, I´ve a great personality too" Scott answers and again the unhuman laugh, somehow, is not as terrible as it should be. The creature just like the one Ana was holding shows up and now Jean´s eyes change colour.

______________________________________________________________________

Jubilee is with Berto, Dani, Sam and Rhane. Too many kids and, yet, Jubilee is talking with the locals in a language the New Mutants aren´t getting, however, this time Berto is not passing out.

A man dress in white nods, his name is Paulo Sanches, the leader of this community and give permission for Jubilee and the kids to stay in his house and to feed.

"Well, I´m now...hungry?" Rhane asked not getting why now she´s feeling hungry, yet, they are eating a delicious soup and breed. It was delicious and not sinister. But...Jubilee is not eating the soup.

"Jubilee?"

"Oh, my food will come after yours" she smiles and adds "I´m vegetarian" and laugh at their expressions mocking their expectations. A woman called Jubilee saying her vegetarian soup is ready.

As Berto eats the soup, Jubilee is in another room drinking warm blood, enough to sustain herself and at the same time to not kill the poor woman. Jubilee returns and people notice the red substance in her lips.

"Oh, tomate soup"

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Scott and Jean returns with a new creature, similar to the one Ana´s was holding, once  Ana spot Jean and the creature Kitty instruct the girl to slowly put the creature on the ground and go to give attention to the new one.

Magik saw the ground absorb/eat(?) the dead creature and is not speaking about that.

Ana is thankful and speaks in her happier tone "Thank you, The nanny will bless you, New Mutants" Ana speaks with a giggle as the creature´s tentacle is playing with her hair.

The New Mutants wanted to say they didn´t do anything to warrant a thank you, but, as Magik gesture to them to not make any question, they merely nod.

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"The mission of today was fun!" Kitty speaks resting her head on Kurt´s shoulder "it has been a while since we ever saw Yogo"

"Yeah, you know, how do you think she would take about people who think she´s racist?" Kurt asked not getting what the lower human was trying to convey(oh, he knows and that makes him more insignificant than the others)

"Well, she did eat him and doom him to the endless damnation, that´s must give a nice indication of what she feels...I remember talking she to rip his soul into pieces and pieces endless"

"A nice idea, but, making him have to protect and serve a Hispanic community is more fitting, his blood is used to grow food for the community, and each scream of agony he gives makes sure 10 people in the community stays healthy...in fact, most of the mutants there are almost immortal"

"Yeah, you´re right, this seems more fitting as a punishment...By the way, and our scooby doo gang?"

"Are we really naming them like that? Oh, right, Rhane, well, eventually they will figure it out and when it happens we´ll be ready" Nightcrawler explains kindly and Zaorva nods, yes, they all will be ready.

[wingedfabray]

Standing Stones || Dani & Quinn

Tagging: Dani Harper & Quinn Fabray When: May 10th, 2018 Where: Yanaka Cemetery What: Dani accompanies Quinn on a trip to the cemetery. Warnings: Mentions of death.

Quinn adjusted the material of her skirt around her waist, brushing out any stray wrinkles. The hotel was beautiful and perfect, but she was far more excited for the cemetery. From a brief search on Google, she knew it would be different than the cemeteries she'd traversed back home. There was something inherently magical about cemetery grounds, even in a high boundary ranked area. Deciding she looked presentable enough, she made her way down to the lobby, ready to catch the next shuttle.

Dani wasn´t exactly thrilled having Sugar as her roommate. Surely, the other girl didn´t know who she really was, and she was intending on keeping it that way, but considering what she had done, even though she had done to survive, she felt a little guilty. She couldn´t really go anywhere without a sponsor, or well...any witch in that case, she spent most of her time in the lobby, which was how she caught sight of Quinn passing through. For a moment she considered just letting her go, but they hadn´t talked, especially not during the trial, and Dani would have thought it to be rude to not at least say hey. So she got up from her seat and approached the Blonde, a smile on her face. "Hey, Quinn."

Quinn spotted Dani just before the greeting. It was hard not to look at her and think of the last time they'd been in the same place at the same time. It was smoke and fog, and voices the still seemed to echo somewhere deep and lodged in her chest. It was an aching reminder of a failure she couldn't quite get over, still too fresh, and she only offered a smile and looked away. But unfortunately the shuttle hadn't arrived, and standing awkwardly in the lobby with someone familiar wasn't an option. "Hello, Dani." She said as she looked back, "Are you...waiting for someone, or waiting to go somewhere?"

Dani she honestly hadn´t even expected to have a conversation with Quinn. For a moment she felt like she was being transported back to the aviary. Back to the fog. Back to sharing things with Quinn, a girl she barely knew and yet...Quinn was probably the witch who knew most about Dani. Which was something she hadn´t thought about before. "Oh...I´m just...hanging out. Can´t really go anywhere." She shrugged her shoulders. "How about you? You look like you´re going somewhere."

Quinn had forgotten, honestly, that not everyone could attend every attraction, not without an escort. It was a dizzy feeling, a stark reminder of how much had changed since she'd first arrived at NYADA. The arrival of Kitty and Sugar was only driving that feeling home. She pursed her lips, and answered "I'm heading for the Yanaka Cemetery." She bit off her explanations why. For all Dani had shared, Quinn had remained tight-lipped about her own interests, beyond her knowledge of the Nephilim.

Dani nodded at Quinn´s words. She had seen the Cemetery on pictures after doing some research. It looked absolutely beautiful and she had wanted to go, but most people weren´t exactly interested in heading to a cemetery, though Dani figured it would be a very peaceful place. She´d been meaning to go and visit Ellie´s grave, to see if she could get closure, but without a sponsor that hadn´t been possible. She didn´t even know if it would work, with not knowing who her parents were and whether or not they were alive or dead there wasn´t really a grave she could go to to grieve. "Do you mind if I tag along?" She finally found herself asking. "I promise not to talk a lot." she then added. "I just heard it was beautiful and I haven´t found anyone to go with me yet."

Quinn looked from Dani to the shuttle that was just beginning to load, and back again. She pursed her lips, her back straight. It wasn’t really going together, per se, but the recent additions to their small group had her on edge. Tabloids and small indiscretions were made all the more detrimental under the watchful eyes of the Mottas and Wildes. And yet Dani seemed entirely unassuming, and there was little point in an exchange trip if she was going to spend it in the hotel. “Fine.” She finally allowed, as she spun to get on the shuttle.

Dani could see Quinn’s mind at work and for a moment she thought the other girl was going to say no. Surely, Dani was good at convincing people to what she wanted, but she wasn’t sure how well that would work with one Quinn Fabray. Luckily, however, the other girl seemed to decide in Dani’s benefit and so her lips turned upwards into a smile. „Awesome,“ she smiled, happy that she had taken her bag with her already. Dani boarded the shuttle and sat down next to Quinn, settling in. The ride to the cemetery was mostly spent in silence but when they got out of the shuttle Dani couldn’t quite hold herself back. „Wow,“ she managed as she caught sight of the cemetery. „So...why did you wanted to see it? Any particular reason?“

Quinn walked in awe down the road lined with cherry blossoms. Hues of pink danced in a breeze, tiny falling petals shifting like colorful rain until they came to rest on the pavement. It wasn't a familiar cemetery, staggered stones in place of angelic statues, the shift in faith obvious. But there was still a silent, humming power about it. It was a subtle flow of energy that she could feel in her fingertips. She almost missed Dani's question, "I've always been drawn to cemeteries, along with churches. They're...holy places, each in their own way." Short of describing magic (which would fail anyway) that was all she could offer. "And you?"

Dani could feel the magic. It wasn´t her own, but there was something about this place, buzzing under the surface, that made her feel...strangely at home. She briefly wondered if she had ever felt this way before, if she had been close to magic, apart from her own, without knowing it. She fell into step with Quinn as they walked and Dani made a mental note to draw this place later. Maybe even now if they found a place to sit for a while, it was beautiful. "I..." She trailed off for a moment. "I´ve been meaning to visit someone´s grave, but I couldn´t because Sam gave up his place as my sponsor and I wasn´t assigned a new one yet." It was as much as she could say without going into too much detail. "So I figured...maybe this would help with some closure." She glanced over at Quinn. "You said your magic was passed down from the angels. Does that means it´s stronger in places like this?"

Quinn 's brow furrowed, as she tried to piece together what Dani had said. There was something about angels, but some words had seemed to come out random. Boundary ranks were tricky, and she tried to fill in the blanks the best that she could. "We're close to the angels, yes." She offered neutrally. The grave stones were staggered, and there wasn't an angel in sight. Beliefs that weren't her own were fascinating, and she'd spent far too much time reading up on the history of Shinto and Buddhism before making the trip across the ocean. It was obvious in the sprawling expanse of tombstone littered lawn, how different it was from a cemetery back home. "It's...better here, but not like it could be, back home." She paused, sparing a glance at Dani. Something warred within her, and she walked in silence for a moment before continuing. "I'm not sure you'll find closure in unfamiliar places. Have you tried the rent-a-sponsor program?"

Dani nodded. She was aware that magic was censored here and while it was a thought that was present in her mind she hadn’t really actively thought about it before asking Quinn about her magic. “I know that,” she then replied, “But it’s better than nothing, besides: it’s beautiful here,” she gestured around, “I did, but this never got back to me,” Dani then added, “they had us take his sponsor test but then never said a word about it again,” With Ellie’s death having been a while ago and her and Marley now being a thing things had gotten better, but closure was something she hadn’t fully found yet. “Hey, want to sit?” She then asked, pointing at one of the benches beneath the cherry blossom trees.

Quinn pursed her lips, but refrained from offering a comment on the Rent-A-Sponsor program. She'd made her thoughts clear the moment the sponsorships had been announced – this is absurd, you'll regret it when lusus are destroying New York City – but she'd found herself re-evaluating many things of late. Even so, her own opinion felt stilted and out of place, and she finally offered a nod. "I do hope they get back to you. And I'm am sorry for your loss, Dani." The moment passed when Dani offered a seat, and while the change was jarring, Quinn let it slide with some relief. The bench was, of course, placed underneath a cherry blossom, littered in fluttering pink. As cemeteries were wont to be, it was relatively quiet, peaceful in a way only the dead could manage. She sat with her legs crossed, hands folded in her lap, half wishing she'd brought a book. "It's beautiful, at any rate. There's something...peaceful about cemeteries."

Dani gave Quinn a smile. "Thank you." She wasn´t the biggest fan of the program herself, even though she had enjoyed going out with Sam, but it was still an absurd idea. She didn´t want to ponder on that now, however, not when they were in such a beautiful place and had the chance to relax and have a look around. Dani cleaned off some of the cherry blossoms so they could sit without getting any stains on their clothes, and then sat down, waiting for Quinn to do the same. "It really is. I don´t understand why some people don´t like them." She paused. "I mean...I can imagine why, but you know what I mean." Dani opened her bag and pulled out her note book and some pencils, slowly beginning to sketch the scene that was laid out before them. She had promised not to talk too much and there wasn´t much need for it, anyways. This was nice, just the two of them sharing a moment of silence in such a beautiful place.

Quinn could think of many reasons why others wouldn't quite enjoy cemeteries, despite their silent beauty. There was a pervading sadness that seemed to drift between the tombstones, something heavy and deeper than the space between stars. Quinn let it settle, let it fade into the sounds of silent passers-by and the scratch of pencil on paper. It was hard not to look over, to watch Dani bring the scenery to life on paper. More often than not she found her gaze tracing lines instead of watching the people around her. It was a long time before she broke the silence, "How long have you been drawing?"

Dani enjoyed the silence as she scribbled away on paper, just letting the scenery come to life again on paper. She didn´t mind Quinn watching, whenever she drew it was like she was slipping away into a different world, a world that was entirely her own. She had spent countless hours in coffee shops and parks after fleeing the orphanage, just drawing the scenery or people passing by, sitting on benches or on the grass. It had calmed her down, given her a sense of security in an otherwise so unstable life. When Quinn broke the silence Dani looked up, turning towards the other woman. "Oh...a while." She then replied. "I used to do it as a child...it was a way of passing time, escaping reality, if you like. Then I started getting into make up and I began to paint faces rather than on paper." Maybe it had been a way of trying to escape as well, just...a way more fleshed out plan. "Then I did it when I...left the orphanage. And then I didn´t for a while. But ever since coming to NYADA I picked it up again." She glanced down at the picture she´d drawn and finished it with a couple of strokes before carefully removing the paper from her notepad and handing it to Quinn. "Here, you can keep it."

Quinn listened without comment, simply watching the lines of the scenery coming to life. Her hands found the offered paper gently, shaking, and suddenly she couldn't see the lines anymore. She couldn't seem to look. This wasn't what she wanted; Dani's words and confessions, her drawings and company. She didn't want anyone's history, because knowing someone's history was like forging a connection, and she couldn't do that anymore. "Thank you." She said at last, but she kept the drawing held out in front of her, "But perhaps you should save it for someone else."

Dani had learned to read people from an early age and so she was quick to notice the shift in the atmosphere between them. She glanced up at Quinn, shaking her head. "No. Keep it." She then told her with an encouraging smile. "I´ve drawn a lot of things and I didn´t keep a whole lot of the drawings. It´s best to be with someone who´s been there," She glanced at the drawing. "Who´s seen this in real life." Dani then got up from the bench. "I´ll take a walk back to the bus station. Maybe we can meet there? I think we should be fine, since you´re not really leaving me out of sight."

Quinn was left holding the paper, watching as Dani walked away. True to her word, she was never out of site. Quinn looked down at the captured seen once more, one finger tracing over the lines. It was a moment before she released a breath, tense shoulders slumping down, her eyes drifting shut. It was just a drawing, it didn't mean anything. It didn't have to be anything more than a piece of paper, and Quinn was determined to make it such. She tucked carefully under her arm so as not to bend it, and finally joined Dani at the bus stop, eyes forward.

[aquaevans]

Just a puzzle piece

Who: Dani Harper and Sam Evans ( @shiftingdani)

When: 1/24/2018, morning

Where: NYADA, a bus, Manhattan Branch of the LN Protection Committee, cafe

What: Dani and Sam elect to skip classes and hopefully get answers about Kurt.

General Notes: Just a Bloodline and an LN casually sneaking out of school to do what needs to be done. Brief passing mention at the end of Sam watching what he eats.  

Dani had to admit that she didn´t really mind skipping classes. Sure, most of them had been interesting, but ever since hearing about Ellie she hadn´t felt like doing much and saving Kurt should really be their top priority. So when Sam told her that he was game with skipping at least the first few periods to sneak out to Manhattan she hadn´t hesitated. With her hair brown and her whole appearance rather discreet she snuck as far away from her student´s building as she could, waiting for Sam to meet her.

Sam really felt like having classes was pointless right now. He found that even as he tried to attend, all he could think about was the missing classmates and how the professors just seemed to be going about their day like it was normal. The only person he found himself thinking of besides Brett was Kurt. So while he probably shouldn't be encouraging Dani to skip classes, who was he to say no when he didn't even want to be there himself? Making up some excuse that he had some bad pizza the night before, he sent an e-mail out before heading to the student building where Dani was. Waving at the girl, he put his hands in his coat pocket to keep them warm from the cold. "Hey, ready to go?"

Dani knew she wouldn´t have been able to concentrate on her classes anyways, not with Ellie dead and so many of her classmates missing. She didn´t know many of them personally, apart from Kurt, but she had a feeling they were still somewhere out there and she couldn´t stand the thought that they were hoping for someone to come and rescue them, only to learn that nobody cared. When she found Sam approaching she pushed the hood back a little so she could see him. "Ready," She nodded. "And...thanks for coming with me." The truth was: She would have probably been able to sneak out looking like someone else, but that would have been illegal and while Dani didn´t care all that much about breaking the law she knew she wouldn´t be able to help Kurt, or the others, if she was in a cell.

Sam nodded politely and gave her a small smile. In truth, he felt guilty for even so much as trying to look happy. He just felt like anything that he did would be taken the wrong way and he liked Dani, he didn't want her to think badly of him. But this wasn't about him so he kept those insecurities to himself. "Of course, this is important and we need to find out what's going on." There were people out there who were depending on them to keep their voices heard and they couldn't let them down. No one was around to stop them at least and he led the way off campus. "Was there any place in particular you wanted to check?" He asked by way of getting a sense of direction.

Dani shuffled close to Sam, just to be sure, but there was nobody stopping them. It was strange, how this place had become like a prison to her, but as soon as she was with a witch it seemed like she could just walk out the door and never return. And maybe she would some day, maybe she´d have to use one of her friends to do it, but for now she´d focus on Kurt. "I´ve read about the LN protection committee, they have an office in downtown Manhattan," She explained as they walked. "Maybe we can have an insight on Kurt´s file. Or ask about him. I don´t know if they´ve got anything, but it´s worth a try," It was sure as hell better than sitting around.

Sam had thought about going to the committee, but he wasn't too sure how he'd be received, someone wondering why a Bloodline cared about an LN. But hopefully no one would ignore them and if anything, he could use his status to get answers. He hated the thought of doing so but like Santana once said, sometimes you had to use your privilege to get the answers you wanted. "I know where it is. They could have something we could find useful." There was never any harm in looking. If it helped Kurt or any of their missing classmates, then how could they not check? Finding the bus stop for downtown, they didn't have to wait long before the bus arrived.

Dani settled into the seat next to Sam silently. She would have been bothered to make conversation, but she was exhausted. Everything that had been happening during the last few days had drained the energy from her and she had to force herself to get out of bed. Maybe the search for Kurt was what kept her from going completely insane. And Marley. Marley helped too. She pushed the thought aside as she pulled the rope to get the bus to stop. "So..." She eventually speaks up, just to make conversation at all. "This whole AMS campaigning thing...what´s that all about?"

Sam was quiet on the bus for a moment, keeping an eye out for anyone who could look at them and recognize at least him as a witch. He wanted to protect Dani at all costs since he didn't even know what was happening. Her voice was a bit of a surprise but when she spoke, a feeling of guilt went through his stomach, thinking of the campaigning he should be doing but elected not to do. "Oh, witches and LN students can campaign to be representatives for each of their colleges. For example, one of the LN students can be a rep for Aequitas, a student from Florence Farr can represent their year, like that. They work with the other reps at their college to work towards making events, classes and changes for the better. So those who are running are preparing to give a speech this weekend so students can vote and decide if they want them to represent their college for the year."

Dani listened to his explanation as they got off the bus. Once they stood on the sidewalk she linked her arm with his, just to be save. She hadn´t been in Manhattan since hearing about Ellie´s death and while it was highly unlikely to run into any of her old friends she was still a little uneasy about it. "Oh, so it´s basically like running for class president, only bigger." She nodded, she had only seen a couple of posters around campus as she had walked around. "Is anyone we know campaigning?" She then wondered out loud, more to herself than for him to answer really.

Sam accepted her arm with his, keeping her close but making sure she had her own space so he wasn't bothering her. Nodding his head, Sam understood what she meant when she made the statement. "Yeah, although not everyone seems to be in the mood to campaign." he wrinkled his brow as he thought of the anon he had seen Finn answer, but was he going to campaign? "I saw something on Tumblr about Finn being nominated but I don't know if he's running. I know Quinn was planning on it, but I haven't seen anything from her on it now that I think of it." It seemed like everyone was more focused on the missing students than AMS. He was honestly curious why the AMS thought it was a good idea to run at the same time. He was almost losing himself in his thoughts so he looked at her. "I was going to begin my campaign for second year rep, but it didn't feel right to while so many people were missing. How could I speak for my school when so much was going on, you know?"

Dani glanced over at him, lips curving into a soft smile. "That´s a good, you know? Maybe they did it to distract people. Or maybe this is the time for people to show their true faces. Both the people who run and those who vote. If you´re willing to vote for someone who doesn´t care about missing students, no matter their heritage, then you´re a scumbag." Dani rounded the corner and the building they were looking for came in sight. It was strange, he had passed the building many times while living here, but she had never known what was inside.

Sam found he couldn't argue with her there. There was no telling what anyone said versus what they actually felt. And he was actually...kind of annoyed with the people he had seen campaigning, some of whom had said good things about their LN peers. "Couldn't have said it better myself," he told her honestly as they found the building. He had been here a couple times when his parents showed him where UMC branches were located in case he ever did need to come. But he never expected to need to do it like this. "Let's see what happens." He said, hoping they could find an answer somehow.

Dani offered him another smile, glad he seemed to be agreeing with her. She hadn´t known whether she´d get along with witches at all, especially after running into Quinn and also Hunter ( she was still bitter about his cookie betrayal ) but she had found some friends in witches. Tina, Sam, Rachel and Blaine had accepted her for who she was, even though she hadn´t been so sure herself, and she´d never forget that. "Alright," She nodded then, unlinking her arm from his and pushing open the door.

Sam walked inside and could see that it was a bit busy. People were walking quickly, some on their phones or looking at papers in their hands. There was a crowd of people, some who appeared to be LN based on the posters in their hands, and some officials trying to get them to calm down. They walked to the reception desk and Sam cleared his throat. "Yes, how can I help you?" the woman asked. "Hi." He said before clearing his throat, "My name is Sam and this is Dani. We were hoping to find out some information about a friend of ours who is missing."

Dani followed Sam inside, taking everything in. The people passing by, other´s who were on the phone, and somehow she could feel that the atmopsphere was tense. Which it should have been, given what had happened over the past couple of weeks. Dani ended up with a flyer in her hand and she nodded at the girl before coming to a stop next to Sam. "Yes, we´ve been worried about him. They´ve been cleaning out his room and they wouldn´t even tell us why." She glanced at the woman, putting on her best teary eyed face, which wasn´t all too hard considering how emotionally compromised she was.

Sam could see the woman was reluctant to say anything and Sam tried to look as sympathetic as possible. "Look, ma'am, I'm sure you have a lot on your plate with so many people missing. But we're really worried about him. For him to be gone this long, it's not right and he has a father." He hoped appealing to the family aspect would work. "Someone misses him and he deserves to have answers." The woman looked at him critically for a moment before sighing, "What's his name?" Sam was slightly surprised it had worked so easily, but at the same time, he also knew that any ounce of sympathy he could drum up for Kurt should be something that could work. "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel." Sam said.

Dani kept looking at the woman, a desperate look in her eyes. It might have been a bit much, but considering how many people probably came here every day, asking about missing people, she´d understand if the woman was swamped. Besides, desperate times called for desperate matters, right? Once the woman had typed a few things into her computer she nodded. "Yes. His file was updated on the 19th as we got permission to clear his room." She looked up. "I´m afraid that´s about everything I can tell you."

Sam would have loved to get more information, such as who had updated the file but he sighed. "Not even why you had permission?" He asked, but the look on her face was clear. She wasn't going to give them anything more. "Okay. Thank you for your time." He figured being polite was best, especially if he got fed up enough to come back and try again. Because at this point, it was hard to see whether they took this seriously.

Dani glanced back as the woman sighed, obviously affected by it all, "Wait." She told them, raising an eyebrow. "I can´t tell you who updated the file, that´s classified information, but if a room is cleared it´s either because the things are being moved, or because someone has been declared or assumed dead. Why, however, isn´t something I´m being told," She gave them another pitiful look and Dani nodded, "Thank you for your help," She managed as she turned to link her arm with Sam´s again. "Declared dead. Why would anyone do that?"

Sam was really glad the woman was moved enough to give them something, even if it wasn't very helpful but at least it gave them someplace to look. They at least had two possible courses of action so maybe this meant Kurt wasn't dead. "Yes, thank you." He said by way of being polite before holding onto Dani's arm carefully, keeping her close. Now he just felt even more protective. "I don't know, but to get rid of their things like that without knowing for sure? It's not right. And what are they doing with his things?" It just left him with a weird feeling inside. "I think we've done what we can do for now. We should head back before anyone notices we left." He didn't know who would notice, but at this point, he didn't trust anything.

Dani nodded at his words. "Either they´re trying to cover it all up or they´re declaring all the missing kids dead so they won´t have to go looking for them. But then wouldn´t they have done it to all the kids that were missing on campus?" Something in this equation didn´t make sense, but Dani couldn´t quite put her finger on it. "We´ll still tell the others," She then added as they pushed open the door and moved out onto the street. "Hey," she then stopped, "Wanna grab a coffee before we head back? I know a nice place just around the corner."

Sam thought that there was so much out of place and they honestly didn't have all of the answers. Even if they got answers, they were so little and led to nothing. Or at least nothing they could hold onto that was concrete. "Yeah, they would have. But something isn't right, we just have to keep looking." He nodded in agreement. "Of course. I'm meeting up with Elliott later, I'll let him know what we found." He wasn't in too much of a hurry to go back. Being on campus made him feel off so when she suggested coffee, he nodded. "I'd love to. Lead the way." He said, figuring a nice cup of coffee could help settle his nerves. For now at least.

Dani offered him a smile, nodding. Maybe, if they all worked together, they´d be able to pierce the puzzle together at some point. She just hoped Kurt would still be alive then. She was quick to shake off that thought as she lead Sam down the street and around a corner, towards a small French style café. She hadn´t been here in years, but it still felt like coming home. "Come on," She then smiled as she pushed open the door. "Oh, they also make some mean cupcakes and muffins here."

Sam was really hoping that this would all lead somewhere. Everyone who was missing deserved to come home. He could see the cafe and it looked really cute. When she mentioned cupcakes and muffins, he could feel the need to check his workout routine, but when he thought of it in the grand scheme of things, well, a cupcake was something that could comfort him for the moment. "Now you're talking." He said with a smile as they went inside.

[nutellaninja0001]

No. Jon shouldn't get married to Dany. Not because of my ship. Not because I don't like Dany.

BUT BECAUSE THE STARK NAME NEEDS TO LIVE ON.

Bran will not have children. Arya will probably not have children. And if Sansa does, she will take on her husband is name.

George has said how the Starks are really the center of the story. We began with them. They are the first family we meet. We've seen their rise, and their fall. Everything they have been through and everything they have lost. You mean to tell me George would put them though all of that just so that they raise again an their name dies out?

No. They're name will not die out and Jon will be the man to keep that name alive. Even if he is a Targaryen he has always wanted to be a Stark. No one will change that. No Dany. Not a piece of paper nothing.

So I say this to you Jonsa fam. Do not trust in Jonsa but trust in the fact that Jon and Sansa are the last hope for house Stark to live on. Do you really think Jon will let that name die for a Targaryen name?

[dapperfvck-arc]

eliot looks over his reading glasses as john enters their apartment, a wide smile on his lips. "welcome home, darlin'. 've got dinner keepin' warm in the oven for whenever you're hungry." he set the book aside to assess john for any damage and see whether or not he needed to get up.

     For one, John wasn’t used to coming home to someone. It hadn’t been that way since Kit. Well, technically Dani, but for as much as he’d loved her, he’d never truly opened up to her. Maybe if he had, she wouldn’t have ended up leaving, but that was merely wishful thinking and honestly, either of those relationships being somehow sustained would have meant he wouldn’t be with Eliot now, and that was an unpleasant notion. He may have blinked in the doorway, momentarily uncertain of what to say to any of that. Domesticity had always been an exotic, foreign notion. After weeks of handling complex duplicity and the arcane, John felt a little sideways stepping into such a scene. Realistically, he would have felt guilty. As though he deserved any of this, but he was really trying to be this crazy thing called being thankful for what happiness that did come into his life.

    Second factor was those goddamned reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. There was something extremely alluring about that look. It made him think of some kinda kinky game. Eliot could be the studious, repressed professor and John could be the...something. That was pretty much where the thought ended. It wasn’t as though he could really imagine himself as a student or assistant. He supposed he could be himself. It wasn’t as thought John didn’t interact with people across walks of life. He chuckled darkly as he loosened his tie. In a sense he was still winding down from “work mode”, smile sharp and little bit nasty, aura still laced with power, which probably meant little to Eliot but sometimes he couldn’t be so sure. There would always be something mysterious about Eliot, as though he were sensitive on a level he rarely spoke of.

     “Dunno how we gonna play the domestic pose while ‘m bendin’ y’over the nearest piece of furniture.”

[amniotic]

nooooooooo

[shiftingdani]

And I wish I never met you, kept on walking by // Self Para

WHO: Dani Harper, Rachel Berry´s presence

WHEN: June 3rd 2019

WHERE: Green-Wood Cemetary, New York

WHAT: Dani pays a visit to Ellie´s grave.

WARNING(S): death mention, suicidal thoughts,

It had barely been 8 months since she´d last sat on this bus, driving into  the exact same direction.

Can I ask who you´re seeing at the cemetery?

Rachel´s voice echoed in her head and it was all Dani heard, because Rachel was there. Sitting right beside her, but they hadn´t spoken a word besides a muttered Hello.

It seemed like that day in October last year was worlds away. So many things had changed and while Dani had thought about asking Rachel about what had happened in Central Park she didn´t have the energy.

They weren´t friends.

She had called her out on the night, but Rachel hadn´t said anything else about it yet and if Dani was being honest she had no interest in having any sort of conversation with Rachel today.

We can come see her whenever you want.

It wasn´t like she wanted to see her. She…needed to see her. She couldn´t even explain why. The funny thing was: Dani wasn´t even sure if she had ever wanted to see her again had Ellie lived. But…things changed. Stuff happened and the world was never the same again.

I just…have to say goodbye. Even if it´s to a tombstone, you know?

Goodbyes were something she had always been good at. Leaving a life behind, becoming someone else. Starting over. Until she had met Ellie. And then Marley, who made saying goodbye even harder. Marley who wasn´t even coming home at night.

They were the only ones who stepped out of the bus on the stop. Suddenly there was a memory, a flash of Rachel holding onto her hand and squeezing it. Comfort.

It was all but missing today.

…considering everything else that's happened lately, my drama is quite small in comparison.

Rachel stayed behind at the gate and Dani went on, stepping over branches of fallen trees that hadn´t yet been cleared. The cemetery was a mess, piles of stones which, what Dani could only assume were broken pieces from tombstones, were next to the pathways along with broken vases and left over flowers.

“I should have brought flowers.” She thought to herself, but she hadn´t. And she wasn´t about to go back for them. Not if there might not be a grave to put them on to. It took her a moment to find the right spot. Ellie´s grave was still relatives intact. There was a crack at the top right corner and the flowers, if there had been any, seemed to have been removed.

Still, that doesn´t mean it doesn´t matter.

Dani could feel her chest tighten at the thought of Ellie´s and her last encounter. She had felt nothing but utter betrayal, and maybe a little bit of satisfaction to see her freak out over Dani´s transformation. She had often asked herself if she would take it back if she could.

If she´d trade the friendships she´d made, and meeting Marley, for being free again. For suffering through that heartbreak with Ellie and starting over. And the answer had been no for a long time.

But now?

Quinn didn´t care. Kurt wasn´t her friend.

Marley didn´t even come home.

She had only been nineteen and she hadn´t known better.

But now?

She wasn´t the same anymore. Neither of them were after what had happened.

Dani thought that she´d be crying her eyes out. She had half a mind to imagine a sob scene where she threw herself to the ground, but no. She just…felt empty.

“Excuse me?”

There was a hand on her arm and Dani flinched, instantly taking a step to the side. Her eyes shot towards whoever had startled her, senses on high alert.

But it turned out to be an elderly lady who shot her an apologetic look.

“I´m sorry. I didn´t mean to startle you,” She offered a warm smile. “I just saw that you had no flowers or candles,” She nodded at the grave. “I´ve been rearranging the flowers and decorations on my husband´s grave and I have a leftover candle.” She held up one of the red candles Dani´s had seen on so many graves before.

“No grave should be without a light.” She pulled out a lighter and lit the candle, pushing it into Dani´s hand. “I`m Margaret. Maybe I´ll see you around?”

Dani, with the candle in hand, bent down and placed it in front of the stone.

“Jane.” She then muttered. “The name´s Jane.”

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January Talking Meme #16 - What pieces of media (books, TV, movies, comics, etc) do you revisit most often and why?

For @code-name-flamingo

My old staple I keep coming back to is Life but most recently it's Leverage, Burn Notice, and The West Wing.

(I love spy stories, heists, and police procedurals. I also love ensembles with really smart people and I keep hoping re-watching all of the above will rub off on my writing and I can piece together how to write a case fic.)

But Life is the one I keep coming back to especially season 1 because it was such a gentle and kind show about two broken people who learn to find grace. It's a noir that's filled with light, and the show loves Los Angeles so much, as much as Dani Reese and Charlie Crews loves Los Angeles.

For movies: I keep coming back to Gosford Park partly because of the upstairs/downstairs dynamic and a lot because of how it was filmed like it was an ongoing theater with the added bonus of a Golden Aged Detective mystery. I love picking up the details I missed the first time I saw the movie.

For books, I tend to go back to Diana Wynne Jones books but recently in place of novels I've turned more and more to reading fanfic. I like Nomad's West Wing Further to Fly series. I'm amazed at how Nomad was able to write something so similar to TWW style plot and dialogue and made it an ensemble. It's gen with some romantic relationships but the dynamic is all about the ensemble and the politics. Each story flows and builds into the next. I hope to write a long multi-chaptered gen story like this one day.

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Hermanito que clase de relleno es este QUE ANGST ABER

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La historia se noland y kalgara es demasiado trágica. One piece what the FUCK

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Voy en el 148 de one piece y recién nos enteramos de q Sanji es del mar del norte??? Estoy 👁️👁️ (tengo todos los spoilers de caliente por leer fanfics en ao3 fjnfkfkfk)

Salió barba negra y SU BARBA A ver????

Hay subplot del gobierno mundial! Y salió de nuevo mihawk

El 150 y el 151 son episodios demasiado entretenidos

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Destruida emocionalmente con este momento.