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atsucry · 4 months ago

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Beyond the Thorn Vines

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝐈𝐈𝐈

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝐈𝐈

Malleus Draconia x gn!reader

warnings: Incredibly boring. Actually this chap is jst like PURELY info dump so like if ch. 4 is out you can like siim over this and move on. COUGH COUGH this was made on a deadline.

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3:12 pm, Royal Sword Academy. Dorm room

"Could you stop it with that?!" You reprimanded your friend, balling your fist and slamming it down on the bed by the side of your lap. As you read, Che'nya has been swishing his tail back and forth nonstop over the book and flipping the pages.

He laid floating above your canopy bed, enjoying the elevation over ground. And when he bent backwards to face you; it was an uncanny sight.

"You've been analysing that for a while now, don't tell me you have trouble with comprehending the material!" The cat snickered.

"Ya know…you could ask for my help," he suggested. "If you want!"

You slouched back into your pillow, holding the book open over your stomach. "Oh please, you'd word it as more complicated than it already is." You hadn’t noticed, but your eyebrow started slightly twitching.

Taking a double look at the page, you found that you still hadn't understood it, not one bit! It had messed with your head all morning, that or it was just Che'nya's interruptions.

The feline flipped over on his stomach and looked at you with owlish eyes, resting his head in folded arms. "Hm, Tomorrow's Magi-shift against NRC. You comin' to watch or are ya just gonna watch from the sidelines?"

"Ugh," you let your head drop to the side. "but the headaches…" You grumbled in displeasure. It was one of those headaches that would feel like knives that stabbed into your cranium. An awful one Indeed. You swear that one of these days you would pass out from the severity, though, hopefully not sooner or later.

"I'll get ya headphones if the whole stadium is too loud—!"

"It's not the noise!" You shouted in a whisper. Somehow you could never watch past anything near the championship round, so you never really saw who the winners were. Though you were certain that it was always RSA. NRC hasn't won against you all for 99 years.

Your friend grinned from ear to ear, a bemused noise left him and nodded his head from side to side akin to a bobble-head figure. "By-the-bye," he interrupted. "If you want to get rid of that 'awful headache' as you say…" Che'nya had always been the type of friend who you could never anticipate what action they might pull off next. But you could always tell If it leaned on more mischief or genuine goodwill.

"You should try seeking someone."

What he said was so stupidly blatant that it might've been a bigger, mind crushing headache than the ones you got occasionally.

"I've already tried that! I mean—of course I'd go to a doctor for migraines that won't go away. Who wouldn't—"

"That's not what I was referring to, silly," He chuckled, pressing his fingertips against his lips to…attempt to conceal the mockery. "But take it as ya will."

You raised your brow, He looked at you knowingly. His intentions weren't quite clear to you, but you could only hope for it to be rational, but what were you kidding?

"...Are you withholding information from me? Or what?"

"Aha! no no! not at all! I'm only suggesting, as any good friend does," He said with a dismissive hand wave, ascending down slowly at the foot of your bed to lay down, stretching his arms before flipping to face you.

"...You sure do love messing with me, don't you?" Your friend only responded in an amused shrug. "Well, I'll be off. Knowing you, this conversation won't go ANYWHERE till you turn over every rock. Buh-bye!" Che'nya's laugh resonated throughout him, trembling. He disappeared starting from his tail, his body followed. His legs were next and then his head—leaving behind a grin before it poofed away too. He frequently crashed at the Heartslabyul dorm to meet up with his childhood friends, his ability to turn invisible helped him stay low.

"Oh..that cat…" You wondered if Che'nya's teasing had a grain of truth to it—was there something more to what you were seeking, something you hadn't yet realised? The idea nagged at you, even as you tried to push it aside.

You managed to push yourself off the bed, tidying the sheets and led yourself to the front of your door, turning the knob to head for somewhere, anywhere. Though, no clear intention really presented itself to you. 'What to do with myself…I suppose a change of scenery could do me some good. For once. Not that I had anything else to do.' You thought to yourself.

After a few minutes well into aimlessly wandering, you stood at the threshold before walking inside, the mouth of the library engulfing you and its doors magically closing on their own—crashing in with a loud thud. The smell of old parchment welcomed you.

It seemed to only be you here. And the librarian.

You made a beeline for the literature section, the bookshelf was curtained in dust. Most thought of old things as borish, so it's to no one's wonder that it hadn't been touched.

You pulled out a book from the fourth shelf using a ladder, a book of turquoise leather binding and a golden spine. The cover had an engravement of a simple rose, peculiarly, its centre spiralled inwards and sometimes shone at you. You read the title: 'The whispers from no end, the collection.' It was a small thing. No bigger than your hands by 2 inches. The cover was still intact and wasn't actively rotting away in your hand…deducting that you were its first reader in ages. Atleast that's how you thought it worked.

Its charming cover attracted you, almost as if handing itself over to you. you slid down the ladder to make your way to one of the desks as you already began flipping through the pages.

You settled for a random page and began reading.

And when shadows swirled

around a solitary candlelight,

aware that it was seen

only by virtue of its glow.

At an opportunity to take leave

it scampered toward the exit,

yet with every step,

a cold breeze pushed it back.

In a moment of realisation,

it retreated into the depths

of the desolate manor,

unfurnished and shrouded in darkness.

You murmured the lines to yourself, jotting down notes for dissecting later. The notes didn't necessarily have to be done neatly, but just legible enough for you to understand.

From the right of you, you heard a sudden crack. Your eyelids burst open as you picked up the sound of glass shattering, but the windows in front of you seemed intact—The mystery of it confounded you.

Your eyes landed on the book you had just picked up, bringing it up close to your face once more to inspect it. It shone yet again in your eye, forcing you to jar your head and avoid the ray. At once, you picked up on a glass bead at the centre of the spiralled rose.

A crack ran along the delicate glass, atypically managing to break itself with no external force, that's what you thought, anyhow.

Your attention was engaged to the peculiar object, it almost lured you in. "...What could've possibly happened to you?" despite being something inanimate, you spoke to it as if you were referring to something that was animate. People would wonder why they'd always catch you doing this.

Your fingers ran along the fissure, untill it cut the tip of it. Pulling your hand back to your body, pinching the fingertip and swiping away the droplet of blood. Your blood seeped into the glass. Dropping the book and leaving it open.

It was that awful jabbing headache again. You've had almost enough of this tantalizing torture. But there was little to nothing you could do. "And if I had sought medical help, I'd have to down another useless pill."

Knowing that practically every item in here was laced with magic, you knew that you must have managed to involuntarily trigger something. And with such an anomalous appearing cover nonetheless.

"Agh…No, wait! Ack! I already have a curse on me—! I don't need another!"

With the senses that you had left, you managed to clasp the book shut with a loud slam—the pressure and force could've compressed the pages back into its former crisp and straight state. And by luck, your troubles were gone—and it only puzzled you even more so than answering anything.

Even the library seemed to hold its breath, anticipating another sudden outburst to happen. But nothing came after. And this became your telltale sign that it was time to leave.

Cautiously picking the book back up, you checked to see if it would come back alive, which it didn't—fortunately. You didn't bother to ask the librarian if you could borrow it—not wanting to show that you have…broken it.

By then, the hallways were painted in orange hues that reflected off of the pristine marble pillars and floors, your heels clicked against the tiles and echoed throughout. You eventually made it to the grand staircase that led up into the dorm rooms, though quite a hassle to walk up—since by every stop you'd have to catch your breath—it was gorgeous nonetheless.

You stumbled a bit on the way, but you ultimately made it back to your room safe and sound, removing your shoes— lugging the book onto your desk and crashing into your bed—Allowing yourself to melt into the sheets. Inward and outwardly exhausted.

"I can't exactly sit here and do nothing…can I…? Haha…" You chuckled to yourself. picking yourself up and sitting down at the edge of the bed, swinging one leg over the other. "'Go seek someone' He says! I've already gone to a doctor before, and if it did work, I wouldn't be complaining now!" You sighed into the palm of your hand.

“Every time I think I’m getting somewhere, it’s like I hit a wall. What am I even missing?”

“Well, at least the day's winding down,” you said, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. “Maybe a break will do me some good. It’s not like I’m making any progress here.” With a resigned sigh, you pushed the thoughts aside, resolved to get some rest. You lay back on your bed, letting the soft mattress calm you.

As you closed your eyes, the room fell silent, save for the faint echoes of your own thoughts drifting into the night.

Note: HEYEYEY srry for the lobg update i was dealinf with problems, my bad gng🙏 APOLOGIES FOR ANY WRITING ERRORS😊

#malleus draconia x you #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia #twisted wonderland #twst x you #twst x reader #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #slightly innacurate lore #slightly ooc #not beta read #made for a friend to read #so it's fine with them LMFAO

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andrastesgrace · 12 days ago

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my entire brain right now is just maric, asking duncan to send a letter to fiona, not really expecting a reply but unable to stop thinking about her a few months pass, and he gets a letter back. it's short, but it's still fiona, and and he's in a good mood for days. loghain doesn't ask why.

letters becoming a regular thing, because letters are harmless. they don't use their real names, unless someone intercepts. but it feels a little like...something. friendship, at the very least. a balm to a couple of weary hearts who are tired of pain.

a year passes. alistair is nearly two. eamon says he's well, but hasn't said anything else and maric doesn't ask because it hurts too much. fiona doesn't ask, either, but he can tell when it's hurting her by the shape of the silences in her letters. sometimes he goes a long time, without a new one.

when three months pass and he hasn't heard from her, he begins to pester Duncan for news the younger man doesn't have. when it turns into four, he starts looking for a way to rearrange his schedule, to ride for weisshaupt if necessary.

just as he's about to leave, he recieves the news that she's been kicked out of the Grey Wardens. she's headed back to the Circle. he writes one, two, three responses, and they all end up in the wastebasket. what if...what if she came to Ferelden? Surely Kinloch Hold would be kinder to her than Montissimard. he could...they could...

but he can already hear her answer.

you know I can't. so instead, the fourth and final reply, the one he sends, just says "what do you need?"

"write me a letter, you ridiculous man" the letters have grown longer and more frequent, now that she has time she isn't giving to the grey wardens. he complains bitterly in coded language that the landsmeet fights him every time he tries to improve life in the alienage; she responds with counsel and a badly drawn caricature of arl kendells. she tells him all about how Orlesian politicking infects even the Circles of Magi, he responds with a limerick about an Orlesian lord losing his pants that has her snorting her morning coffee.

sometimes, his words grow a little too tender, and its weeks before he hears from her again.

it's another year before he sees her in person, and that is entirely by accident. the empress has invited him to a ball, and he makes an appearance despite the fact that the palace at Val Royeaux fills him with a dull anger he's never quite able to shake. he finds himself ditching the crowd and the mask for a cloak and hood, just to get some fresh air and clear his mind. it's an objectively bad idea. the king of ferelden unguarded in val royeaux is somewhat akin to leaving a rabbit unguarded in a kennel full of hungry dogs. what's more, as he's walking the grounds, he finds himself staring at the long stake on the palace gate, and realizing what it was for. or what it had been for, once. "not a party person, I see,"

he turns, and there she is. for all the ornate gowns and elaborate hairpieces he's seen tonight, fiona in simple green velvet and her dark hair caught up in a comb is the loveliest thing he's seen. even the mask is not terribly ornate, and she tucks it aside as she approaches him, her hazel eyes squinting in affection. "I - Fiona! I didn't know you'd be here." "Oh, I'm not allowed inside the palace, but even the circle has to come when the Empress calls. They have us milling about the outside. like decorations." "...well that's stupid." they laugh, for a moment, and his stomach swoops as she comes to stand close, to look at where he was looking.

"was it a very fascinating gate post?"

"ah, well-"

he means to shy away, but she tilts her head with a look of concern.

it was where they hung my mother's body when they killed her seems a little macabre, so he just says "they used to display bodies there, during the war." she seems to gather his meaning, or at least part of it, and affection for her blooms in his chest as she spins the conversation off into lighter places, telling him a story of one of the major players of her letters, a mage having an affair with not one but three different nobles, all of whom were attempting to kill each other. by the end he's laughing, and she's grinning, and he wants so badly to kiss her. he remembers the soft noises she makes when he kisses her. "no good nobles in val royeaux, I see." "well. usually. there's one, tonight."

they part when the bell rings, and he must make his way back to the ballroom lest he be considered rude, but not before he presses a key to his private room into her hand. the choice, as always, is hers. "they'll talk," she says later, as she's unbuttoning his shirt.

there are a hundred different scandals happening val royeaux tonight. they'll just have to be one of them. "let them," he says. he bends at the knee and scoops her into his arms, carrying her to the bed. later, he lets his fingers wander over the crisscross of stretch marks on her hips that weren't there the last time he saw her like this. she seems self-conscious, tries to cover herself, but he grabs her hand and kisses her. "beautiful," he murmurs. how could the proof she carried his child be anything but beautiful? "Ridiculous." It started, truly, in the depths of the Deep Roads. But if you ask Maric, that's how it started again. Letters, and a visit, here and there. Once a year, maybe twice if they're very lucky. he sends her gifts at Wintersend, and there's always a busybody or two at the Circle trying to discern the identity of Fiona's benefactor. she sends back three boxes of sweets. one for maric, one for cailan, and one - well. he always sends it to Redcliffe. it always ends with the same question, and the same answer. "you could come with me, you know."

"you know that I can't." "that doesn't mean that I'll stop asking."

#dragon age #maric + fiona #alistair theirin #alistair dragon age #every time dragon age resurfaces as a thing #I inevitably fall down this rabbit hole again #I started this blog in 2009 in order to reblog pictures of a fiona cosplayer I found

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confessionsofamagicalhero · 3 months ago

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welcome!

this is a blog for irl magical heroes to anonymously (or not) share their thoughts on the community, their experiences, or anything else on subject!

what’s not allowed:

• gossip about other members of the community

• bigotry

• off topic confessions

• NSFW confessions (i don’t want to hear it man)

some things that are welcome:

• stories

• unpopular opinions

• ideas for others

• confessions (i mean it wouldn’t be a confession blog without this lolz)

(i will update this list as time goes on)

about me:

• my name is kaye

• i’m 17

•i go by she/her

• i’m trying to make a contract with kyubey and become a puella magi

thank you, i hope you enjoy this blog!

edit: new emoji system!

🩷: please don’t respond to my confession!

💚: feel free to respond to my confession!

#magical girl irl #irl mahou #irl magi #irl magic user #irl puella magi #irl mahou shoujo #real magical girl #mahoublr #irl magical girl #confession blog

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brightdarkness-2013 · 3 months ago

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Chapter 24: AND There’s Names!

Summary: Names for the five mers!

When I wasn’t there on those rare occasions Blaster would be. He had taken to reading books out loud despite not knowing whether or not he could understand. Blaster had reasoned that he might as well read aloud instead of just sitting in silence when I asked him about it. It was kind of funny to see Prowl draped across his lap like an oversized cat while he read. I couldn’t tell if he was listening or napping, but he seemed content and with our efforts Prowl seemed just a little bit better over the last couple of weeks. He still wasn’t grooming himself or coming out during the day for others, but he seemed just a little less sullen. Maybe it was just me, but I thought that the puzzles and his little story times with Blaster were helping.

Then of course to add to the list of positives it seemed the five mers were trying to get Prowls attention now from what I was hearing. Aid was rather excited about it. If Prowl merged with them then there would be a complete pod that could be released back into the water. No doubt it would make all of their healing go much quicker and they’d let go. I doubted Prowl was the one who decided to start skulking around the bridge and attack people anyway. He wouldn’t go back to the bridge. As for the others Prowl could add some reason to their group. He’d definitely stick out among the black and greens, but they could protect him from predators and other mers. If things went bad then Prowl would think something up and escape.

However Prowl ignored their calls. He wouldn’t even look at them. Whether it was out of spite and some form of payback due to how they had been treating him and Barricade before or if he really just wasn’t interested we weren’t sure. They were much more active now. They called to him regularly. Watching and waiting for when he would emerge. It was something else to see them follow Prowl about to the best of their abilities with the glass and space between them. A couple of them were almost always pressed against the glass when Prowl was out of his little hidden nest. However they didn’t seem bothered in the slightest as they seemed to mildly fight for who was up against the glass anyway.

They kind of reminded me of children in a way. They were practically fighting for the attention that Prowl wasn’t even giving in the first place. It never came to blows or bites, but they did hiss and push each other occasionally. When Prowl eventually did look over it was to glare at them, but they responded like he had offered them the damn world instead of threaten them. The happy little noises and excited chatter was pretty funny though Prowl just did a sort of huff and turned away again.

Ratchet and Aid were paying attention to this much like everyone else. Aid was more obvious about it. Ratchet would just come in and watch for a few moments from the wall before leaving again. Aid was bouncing happily and even talked to the mers as much as he did everyone else. He really wanted this to work out.

I wasn’t bothered with it one way or the other. If he decided he wanted to give it a shot then he could give it a shot. If Prowl didn’t want to bother with them then he shouldn’t have to. Magis Accuratius were aggressive and strong and if he wasn’t comfortable with it then I would back him up. It would be the same if it they wanted to push him merging with the mini and the two Ante Secutors. The pair were battle types, made to fight and protect the pod, with strong scales for protection. They however hadn’t been brought up again since the five started whistling and tapping on the glass to try and get Prowl to acknowledge them.

They had started on a nest finally. They tore apart when they had started when they first got here to start anew. Chromia and Elita had gone and named the green black mers during their newest efforts to build a nest. There was Hook and his name came from the accident that brought them in. He had dozens of hooks in stuck in him back then. Bone Crusher got his name from the accident also for obvious reasons. Then there was Scavenger, who would search the sand and rocks and coral intently for anything and everything it seemed. Long Haul was easily bringing over the materials to their chosen site as Bone Crusher broke them off. Finally there was Mix Master. He made a substance with what he had that glued the pieces of their nest together. They cut pieces that seemed to fit together perfectly and it was amazing to watch. It was soon difficult to tell where they even broke apart and fitted them together with the way they were filling in cracks and smoothing things over. There was no wonder why they were called the builders of the sea now. If people could communicate with mers then these guys could really help with underwater construction. Mers in general could help save people and salvage things below the water that people couldn’t.

They worked on it silently and communicated rarely to each other as they focused on their designated jobs. The large nest they made was rather impressive and when they were satisfied they were back to trying to get Prowls attention. I wasn’t sure when they said exactly, but eventually Prowl actually left his nest with a growl. The others however whistled happily. Scavenger circled the nest with a noise that wavered between two notes and easily showed his joy. Prowl glared daggers as they howled and whistled to him. Then they stopped and seemed to be waiting for some sort of response. A couple of seconds later and Prowl just returned to his nest. They deflated and just stayed put for a time before they started to tear apart their well built nest. It was a shame really, but the next day they were building another. This one different from the other. Different design. More of this less of that kind of thing. They tried again the next morning. The excited sounds when Prowl finally emerged came Again and of course they waited Again. Prowl returned to his nest and they took their nest apart once Again to do it all over Again the next morning. Again. Again. Again. It was just a seemingly endless cycle.

However one morning they started to add little things in between their nest building. Scavenger popped up above the water and threw a shell of some sort over into Prowls tank. The noise made Prowl jet out of his nest to investigate whatever had invaded his space. He quickly noticed the pink and red shell as it sunk down slowly. He caught it and looked it over before directing his attention to the green and black mers. Scavenger made a soft sound as the others fought each other for the space against the glass that was closest to Prowl. Prowl crushed the shell in his hands and let it drop as he returned to his nest. They deflated and went back to work.

The next day they saved and threw over some of their own breakfast as some sort of offering in the afternoon. Prowl didn’t touch it until Blaster came in with dinner. Prowl just dropped it out of the tank and crawled into his lap to eat what Blaster gave him as he glared at his now overly friendly neighbors. They looked like he had struck them at that. The looks on their faces were comical with how fast they went from excited to disbelief and upset. For some reason they appeared to be mildly confused on some level that Prowl would willingly jump up to meet us and lay in our laps. To build things with us and let us touch him. It made sense since they had a bit of a throw down with humans and lost one of their own, but they had stopped biting and growling at us after a while when we started feeding them and giving them their materials to build with.

On another morning they made some sort of necklace out of some underwater flowers and threw it over with a shell attached to it. Prowl looked them dead in the eye as he snapped the seaweed string and shredded the flowers. They looked heartbroken as he returned to his nest. I was starting to wonder if they were going to give up after that one. Prowl obviously wanted nothing to do with them. But the next day they had made some type of art out of some of the coral. They made smooth little round or oval like shapes from it and carved in little designs with their claws and threw them over for Prowl to inspect. Prowl had took one look at them and returned to his nest with a rather irritated expression. Whether this was putting him in a bad mood or not he was coming out his nest during the day even if it was only for a few seconds. Maybe this was good for him.

Arcee and plenty of others had wanted to look at the art including Percy and Jack. It was something that would no doubt want to be studied along with this behaviour. But when Arcee entered Prowls tank the five stopped working on their newest nest to look at her. Their scales rose slowly when Prowl came out to investigate. She wasn’t even slightly bothered by Prowl as she went down to the bottom to gather and look at the scattered art stones as she was calling them. That was when they started hissing and growling. They were throwing a fit in their own tank when she started to pick them up. Prowl just followed her around and watched her curiously like he did whenever anyone entered his tank to clean it or for any other purpose.

Arcee ignored them, pet Prowl, and then pushed off the bottom to surface with the items. Prowl watched her another moment before returning to his nest despite how his neighbors were acting mere feet away. Each one had something different on them. One had what looked like a snake curling all around the coral stone, its jaws open to show fangs and a large and dangerous looking fin on its back. Another had what looked to be some sort of large underwater flower with a large amount of petals and a strange stem that split off toward the bottom. The next had a swirl of fish around it in several neat rings. Then there was one that had a forest of seagrass or some other plant with little fish and other creatures hiding within. Finally there was one that held a ship wreckage that probably was their home before they came into contact with humans. Each one was surprisingly neat and detailed. If they could make things like this then there were a lot of things that could be explained and it really opened some new doors. Did they have their own art? Could they write? Did they have their own real written language? Could people learn it? Could they learn ours?

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#brightdarkness #fanfic #merformers #transformers #jazz #mer!prowl!#prowl #merprowl #transformers jazz #transformers prowl #constructicons #constructimers

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morimakesfanart · 4 months ago

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Sindria's Prophet #40

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*Sinbad goes yandere off and on *Sinbad goes to horny jail *Major spoilers for the Adventures manga ~POV Mori~ The King left with the first few fate scrolls and I dropped onto my new sofa. Even after the curtain covering my doorway stopped moving I couldn't look away. 'Does he mean it? ...Actually, what was "it" in that question? His willingness to change his path, or what he pressed me on before that? ... But Sinbad never falls in love or gets married.' I could try to deny which part was hitting harder all I wanted until those feelings made themselves into words I couldn't look away from.

There was no way I was going to get any meaningful progress done for the rest of the day, but I also couldn't bring myself to move. Only the ringing of the Great Bell was able to break the looping conversation in my head. ---

During the meeting the next morning I couldn't stop myself from watching Sinbad. 'How much of the scrolls did he read?' There wouldn't be anything actually useful for him for a few scrolls so that could be why he looked the same. Regardless, my heart couldn't stop racing every time I remember everything else that happened around his request to take the scrolls.

Eventually I couldn't hold back my curiosity and a few days later I asked him what he thought of the scrolls at lunch. He got a nostalgic expression, and put down his food. "I was surprised to see you wrote that much about my parents. I don't have many memories of my father so it was... nice to read about him."

"I see." I wasn't sure how else to respond.

The nostalgic look in his eyes left but I couldn't tell what it was replaced with. It reminded me of when he was analyzing new information to make some type of plan. He moved the conversation along the timeline and eventually asked, "Is what you wrote about Yunan true? He really has the memories of multiple lifetimes?"

I nodded with my answer, "Yes. Having to experience the continuous ups and downs of history first hand is what made him so jaded."

"I see." Sinbad immediately switched topics to the adventures recorded in the scrolls and talked of feeling nostalgic but it didn't touch his features like it did earlier. At least his laugh seemed genuine. "Reading about how I handled Sassan and Artemyra made me realize just how little I cared about the basic rules of nobility. It's no wonder Ja'far was always so stressed."

I almost had a spit take. "That's putting it lightly." He used force to back their leaders into a corner and then said 'Join me in the name of peace.' --- ~POV Sinbad~ The King had hoped for more detailed answers. It was clear that the section about Yunan had been rewritten to remove something important. But that wasn't the only reason. In a later scroll, he read about his own experience in learning what Magi are. When he realized Yunan, a Magi, had chosen him it only made him more certain that he was chosen by Fate, and his gift of the waves was undeniable proof that he was special. His Beautiful Prophet did not hold back when she wrote: 'his illusions of grandeur reached a new height and were undeniably why he would fall into traps made by his own greed just as much as by those wishing for his downfall.' Knowing what would be covered in the next few scrolls made those words hit harder. It also made him hesitate to retrieve them from the Prophet.

Mori was getting better at hiding the aspects of Fate she didn't want anyone to know. If he pushed, it would become obvious what he was actually looking for: clues about the 2nd Calamity as well as his own death. At least Mori's answers confirmed the thoughts he had reading the scrolls. As soon as lunch was over, Sinbad instructed Ja'far to gather as much information as possible on Yunan and, more importantly, any information about the past Kings chosen by magi. There was an important clue there; he could feel it. ---

~POV Sharrkan~ The King dismissed all but the first generation of Household Members from the meeting room. Spartos dutifully left to return to his post, and Yam returned to the Magician's Tower with Mori. Meanwhile, Sharrkan and Pisti roped Masrur into staying back with them to eavesdrop. Ja'far was the first to speak. "We've narrowed down the options to 3 rooms for Mori," he sighed, "but I have a feeling you won't pick any of them." A pit formed in Shar's stomach, 'Wait. Doesn't Mori already had an office?' Their King laughed. "I'm sure they're all good options, but I still say the rooms next to mine would be the best." "Right." Hina teased, "Because Mori's going to be real happy when they realize you put them in the Queen's Suite after they rejected you." 'Nonononono!' Pisti and Masrur both gave Sharrkon pity pats. The shorter of the 2 struggled to suppress her giggles.

When the Palace was made, Sinbad said he didn't want a Queen's Tower or Harem built because he'd never want either. The lack of a Harem was eventually accepted, but Sin couldn't deny that the Kingdom would someday need an official heir so the Queen's Suite was made to placate the voices he couldn't convince. However, nothing short of the threat of war had a chance of putting someone in those rooms, until now. "They confessed their feelings for me first. It'll be fine." Sinbad defended his decision. "In time, Mori will realize that my feelings aren't going to change and all of this will be a thing of the past, won't it? I just want to make sure they're safe and comfortable while I'm out of the country." 'Damnit! If Mori actually likes Sin, then repeatedly coming on to her would definitely prove that his feelings weren't changing.' ((Boy no... (⁠ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ⁠)⁠>⁠⌐⁠■⁠-⁠■)) Shar was about to lose the last bet and there was nothing he could do about it. The only bright side was that this could give him the answer of how to finally get Yamuraiha to turn his way. Drakon countered Sinbad's enthusiasm. "While constancy is important, so is respecting consent." The Generals hiding outside pictured his serious expression in their heads. "Forcing them to fill the position in all but name will only make them hate you." "Augh." Sinbad groaned in time with Sharrkon. "I know, but what am I suppose to do then?" The Womanizer of the Seven Seas asked with not even a fraction of the despair his protegee was feeling. "Well, for one thing," Ja'far gave the first recommendation, "you really need to stop asking for call girls and flirting all the time." "I know. That's-" Sinbad started. "A decade and a half of cleaning up your messes is reason enough, Sin." Ja'far continued. "I don't know what Mori told you, but did you forget what they said back in Balbadd? How they'd never fall in love with a womanizer? They might not care while they're just flirting with you, but that's very different from being in a relationship." No wonder the Prophet had brought up Yam saying the same thing to Sharrkan... Sin tried again. "I know. That's-" Drakon agreed with his fellow General. "For a man to prove his character, he must show what type of partner he will be before he ever enters a relationship." "Which is why I-" Hinahoho added for good measure, "Think of it this way Sin: which of us here have actually had happy marriages?" "JUST WHAT TYPE OF MAN DO YoU TaKe Me for?!" Sinbad's voice booming was followed by a thump of him crashing back into his chair. "Don't answer that!" He paused. "I never wanted to get married before so it wasn't a problem until now!" He sighed loud enough to be heard outside the room. "Mori told me directly that they don't believe my advances because of reading my Fate, so I've already been working on it! Ja'far!" He was probably pointing at him. "How many complaints have you gotten about me in the weeks since the Announcement? I know I haven't been requesting any call girls recently either." There was a short silence. "Now that you mention it..." Ja'far mumbled something that Masrur explained was counting under his breath. "There were a few in the days right after, but those were about things that happen at or before the Announcement." Sharrkon wanted to cry. Or at least get a drink. Hina and Rurumu were really happy together while she was alive, and Drakon and Sahel are really happy now. Sin had gotten married by accident a few times and would always flee the morning after, but now that he wanted to get married for real, the object of his affections repeatedly turned him down. Womanizing was the problem all along. This was all Sinbad's fault! ---

~POV Sinbad~ Sinbad talked a big game to his Generals, and he meant every word. He had to completely shake those habits if he really wanted Mori to view him as an option. His original plan was to ween himself off of that vice by the time he came back from the Kou Empire. However, Fate had other plans and made him quit cold turkey early. ~flashback~ After seeing Mori recovered, the King struggled with his new intense emotions. He drank himself into a stupor, and only sobered up when the woman leaving his room said, "So... 'Mori' is the Prophet, right? You seemed really close during the festival." She giggled. "Will you just be calling us when she's on her period from now on?" The memory of his actions attacked him viciously. He had called out Mori's name multiple times. In fact, his memory told him that he thought it was his Beautiful Prophet under him in those moments thanks to the alcohol. "N-no." He shrugged her off with a smile. "This will be the last time actually." Why hadn't anyone warned him that this could happen?? "Aw~ that's a shame. I'll let the others know." Sinbad sighed in relief when she left. He knew the fear of death and injury from his adventures. He had even experienced guilt, and regret due to the weight of others' lives on his shoulders. But love was teaching him the hell of humiliation and shame. He knew that his thoughts were turning to Mori more and more at the mere idea of satisfying his libido no matter how he got there, but how could he call out their name when they weren't the one with him? Even worse, how could he mistaken anyone else for his Beautiful Prophet??? Between alcohol and sex, he knew which would be easier to quit -especially since the later would only be until he got his partner of choice to join him.

~flashback over~ At least he had the Fate scrolls to fill his suddenly empty nights for the time being. They weren't nearly as fun, but he'd rather think about the scrolls than why he had more free time. The King cleared his throat. "There shouldn't be any problem with preparing the Queen's Suite for Mori. But if you really think it will be a problem, prepare one of the rooms you've picked as a back up as well." All 3 Generals showed their disappointment, but this was one decision Sinbad wouldn't back down from. He didn't want Mori questioning the sincerity of his feelings if they were given anything less than the Queen's Suite. They were already insecure because of their ex fiancé and Sinbad's own reputation, so he would do whatever he could to remove any shadow of doubt in their mind. ---

~POV Sharrkan~ Sharrkan hit the Prophet's desk and the sound echoed in her office. She looked up shaken and stirred.

"I'll take you!" Sinbad sabotaged Sharrkan's relationship, so fuck 'im! "But I want you to fix something for me in return." If Sinbad does anything because of this it will only drive a wedge between him and 'his Beautiful Prophet.' "You gotta clear up this thing between Yam and me!" She blinked up at him a few times before jumping up. "What- Is this about the- Can we go right now??" "Yeah! Let's go!" ---

~POV Ja'far~ The General walked towards the Prophet's office only to catch a glimpse of them passing between a few book shelves in the opposite direction. "Mori! Do you have a minute?"

"Ah! Um." Mori's voice called back. They mumbled something and then appeared before him. "Yeah. What's up?"

"I wanted to read the Fate scrolls. It seems like they have been enlightening to Sin so far."

"Of course! They're your Fate too." They started to turn away. "Feel free to take them from my office. I'm on my way to a meeting, so I'm sorry I can't show you this time."

Ja'far thanked them before parting ways. It was actually better that the Prophet couldn't be there. Sinbad had mentioned that the scrolls he grabbed went up to their return to Riem which meant that the ones that remained might include the secret Sinbad was hiding -how he truly knew the risks of siding with Parthevia but agreed but agreed to buy the island anyway. The King might have admitted to that mistake, but he still refused to give details.

The scrolls had notes on the outside to explained what they covered, so Ja'far was easily able to find what he was looking for. He brought them to the guest table to unroll.

Before reading, the illustrations caught his attention. The first was of a teen Sinbad standing in front of a cage full of monsters that Ja'far recognized as victims of Parthavia's experiments. In the second, Sinbad was shocked with drawings behind him -they seemed to be depicting what Sinbad was thinking about in that moment. The biggest showed Ja'far beating sense into Sinbad under him. It looked to be around the time Sinbad was freed from slavery. Even before reading, Ja'far was getting an idea of what this was about.

What was written confirmed what Sinbad had admitted that night a month ago. He knew full well what type of person Barbarossa was, and how he treated his own people. But there was one thing Sinbad was very wrong about: his ability to read the waves had nothing to do with his decision to side with Barbarossa.

...Sinbad was desperate to reach the next step towards his dream after all of his recent failures, but he couldn't ignore the horrible truth starring him in the face. If he denied this opportunity to become King there was no telling if he'd ever get another. But if he accepted, he'd be putting everyone that trusted him at risk to the same treatment as the villagers he had left behind when he was 14. In that moment his mind was sent to the only other time he faced something similar. That time he had made the decision to accept the opportunity -risking the lives of the slave children. When he was freed before his plan even finished, he was finally safe enough to be able to see how needless their sacrifice was. There was only so much he could do to make up for his mistake though. While he struggled with the guilt of that decision he was told "Did you think you could realize your dream while keeping your hands completely clean? This is the path you chose." Ja'far had said more in the moment, but that was the line that stuck with Sinbad. If the avoidable deaths of children were something he needed to accept, than surely siding with a violent fascist was also necessary even if it would definitely lead to more victims...

"What is this??" Ja'far was shaken. He grabbed the scroll that would have the full version of the memory that apparently haunted Sinbad. The illustration that had been behind Sinbad in the previous scroll was drawn bigger in this one. He skimmed the surrounding text until he found what he was looking for.

...Sinbad had done all he could to correct his mistake. Making Madaar sign the agreement she had already promised to the Sindria Company only saved the few slaves that somehow survived the massacre. He turned to the one person present that he could rely on. Ja'far looked at him with obvious disdain. The guilt poured over into Sinbad's words, "I knew this would happen if I caused a rebellion..."

Mori wrote out Sinbad's whole self deprecating rant. He struggled to cope with the guilt that he learned from watching Madaar manipulate the vulnerable and became willing to use the exact same techniques. He lamented the irony of his actions and his goals for the future. The rant ended with Sinbad quoting to Ja'far the exact thing he said when he swore his loyalty to him.

"'If you disappoint me, I'll kill you'... I guess it'll turn out like that, huh? As I am now, I have nothing to say about it..." Ja'far had had enough of Sinbad's pitty party and punched him in the face as hard as he could (which was actually kinda impressive with their height difference at the time). "NO... THIS ISN'T A FUCKING JOKE!! SINBAD!!" It wasn't punishment enough to quell his guilt. "But I disappointed you, didn't I?" The person Sinbad disappointed the most was himself. Ja'far beat him until he lay on the ground bloodied and bruised. "What a fucking joke. Disappointed me? Yeah, you disappointed me. You'll take responsibility for everything? You're not taking responsibility for anything are you? You're letting yourself sink into despair, giving up, and, on top of that, having the nerve to act like it's all over..." Ja'far called out his bullshit. "Listen up!! IT'S YOUR NAIVETY THAT DISAPPOINTED ME THE MOST!!"

This was more like what the present Ja'far remembered. Mori wrote his full rant back at Sinbad. Why didn't Sin understand that his point was that he needed to be responsible for the survivors? Ja'far was what? 13 at the time. His wording of things wasn't great, but he had to pull Sinbad back together -Sin could have his breakdown later. Of course dirtying his hands is unavoidable sometimes. But that-

...Sinbad relented and apologized, and would never admit to the pain and guilt he held from this event ever again. He couldn't afford to disappoint everyone relying on him. He was the one chosen by 'the Magi' to become King. Sinbad grew up having to be the rock of his small village since all the men died in war, and the remaining adults were too sickly or burdened. He had long forgotten how to ask for emotional support and the the first person he tried opening up to shut down his expressions of guilt. Sinbad was unable to understand that the timing and choice of person was the problem. Those feelings would fester every time he made another mistake until he was able to fully replace his guilt with the acceptance of 'Fate' as inevitable. He wouldn't be able to acknowledge his own potential for evil for another 15~ years... If Sinbad hadn't admitted to struggling with this directly then Ja'far wouldn't have believed the opinionated portions of what the Prophet wrote. This was what Sinbad was hiding. This was why he refused to explain anything that had happened back then in detail. That last line hinted at the future they were afraid of. If Sinbad was unable to view himself as human until 15 years after that incident, it would line up perfectly with when the 2nd Calamity happens and he dies. These 2 scrolls gave more credibility to that dreaded theory. It would also explain why Mori would agree to be Sindria's Prophet and help Sinbad. Because he refused to ask for help. Because he hid his pain from the very people that swore to support him. Mori offered the help Sinbad no longer knew how to ask for because she already knew he needed it. Mori was the only one able to get Sinbad to defend that he wanted to change a part of how he did things because she was the only one that knew what parts he meant and what not changing would lead to. He needed to talk to Sinbad. Ja'far grabbed all of the remaining Fate scrolls and headed to out to have a very important conversation with the man he had sworn his life to. ((HiHi!! This past round was pretty okay for me :D I only had a small disability ep! Here's hoping this stays the pattern for a while :3 But even better than that is: While working on the next arc (specifically ch42) I hit a new level of healing from my PTSD with my ex. :D I literally felt my brain rewiring when it happened and recognized it from past times it's happened. For the week afterward I was unable to stop being stupid levels of happy. And now I'm frustrate with Mori because they aren't past it yet XD At least I know what I needed so I can write it))

#magi prophet fanfic #sinbad x oc #sinbadxoc #magi fanfiction #king sinbad #sinbad magi #magi sinbad #magi fanart

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willowlark369 · 2 years ago

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What is your Hogwarts house?

Amazingly, it still hasn't changed from the last time you sent me this ask, Anon.

However, this is a wonderful opportunity for me to remind everyone that JKR is a bigot who is actively trying to take away the rights of trans people (especially trans autistics) to exist. Any time you buy a licensed product (including licensed games), watch a licensed show, or visit a licensed theme park, you are giving money to this cause.

Regardless of what you tell yourself, that means you are supporting the same cause. You are being bigoted.

Support *fandom*, not JKR.

#Magi Responds #Anti-JKR #Seriously fuck her #Pro Fandom #Seriously we're family

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felixcloud6288 · 2 years ago

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I guess I should probably put an intro blog.

This is my trash pile. It contains things I like and random thought scribbles about whatever I felt like thinking.

While you're here, why not donate to my local Pride organization. We're located in Central Florida, so they could use all the support they can get.

Tags:

#original post: Posts that I made

#chickens: See pictures and posts about my pet chickens

#reddit vs tumblr: Collection of my and other reddit refugees' experiences with Tumblr

#Saga of Containment Breach: View the chronicle of me joining Tumblr and somehow getting a 100K post in my first week.

#University Life: Annectdotes of my life as a University Graduate Student studying Bioinformatics

#Infinite Reblog Post: View a post of mine that is several hundreds of reblogs long and has caused multiple system-stress bugs and crashed the Tumblr app for multiple users (WARNING: you may experience technical issues if you interact with the infinite reblog post. The infinite reblog post may potentially fail to load properly on Desktop)

#asks: I respond to asks and cat pics sent to me

#poll: Polls I've done

#manga rereads: I talk about manga as I reread it

#media analysis: I talk about whatever media I'm interested

#i try pc gaming: My posts about me attempting to get Steam to work on my computer

More as I feel like it.

Fandoms I've posted about:

Fullmetal Alchemist

Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni

One Piece

Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Skyrim

Spy X Family

Things you might find:

animal pictures

flowers

fandom stuff

long philosophical discussions

math

Current Manga Readthrough:

Dungeon Meshi

Feel free to DM me or ask if you'd like to

have me look at your artwork

play Monster Hunter World(PS4)

play Bloodborne (PS4)

play Mario Kart

talk about One Piece, Spy x Family or whatever manga you might be interested in

tell me about your day

Welcome. Feel free to steal anything not nailed down.

#Introductory post #about me

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twistedwonderlandimaginesblog · 5 months ago

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(Saw someone do this and decided it seemed fun~

link to my ao3 here)

How many works do you have on AO3?

85.

What's your total AO3 word count?

915,568 words~

What fandoms do you write for?

Currently it’s for Helios Rising Heroes, Hypnosis Mic, Obey Me, Paradox Live, and Twisted Wonderland!

I’ve previously written for A3!, Ace Attorney, Ace of Diamond, Borderlands, Bungou Stray Dogs, Free!, Fire Emblem Three Houses, Fire Force, Gorillaz, Hero Academia, Kuroko no Basuke, Magi, Naruto, Red Dead Redemption, Run with the Wind, RWBY, Shokugeki no Souma, Stardew Valley, Tokyo Ghoul

Top five fics by kudos?

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes [Twisted Wonderland] – 6,298

We’d Be a Hit Together [Haikyuu!!] – 6,211

Super Powered Love [My Hero Academia] – 5,436

A Devil’s Bride [Obey Me!] – 3,583

I Need Love [Hypnosis Mic] – 1,928

Do you respond to comments?

I try to! I always read and appreciate comments made on my posts, on AO3 and Tumblr, I always check to see if someone has tagged it with commentary <3

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

To be fair I hurt Malleus with the whole ‘you’re likely someone with a shorter lifespan’ idea constantly, but The Brightest Star was definitely a sadder one from my KNB days.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of them because I truly hate unhappy endings. You can probably tell just from how I write that I try to put a positive spin on things, but I am trying to just let the angst happen or leave things off with ambiguity rather than specifying that a character only seems to feel a certain way when they’re actually feeling something else entirely.

Do you get hate on fics?

Occasionally. I remember getting this angry message about me being a feminist because I made the reader like dom Hanamiya from KNB and they were MAAAAD about it lmao I also remember being on fanfic dot net and getting argued with and I just sent the brady bunch theme song over and over until they stopped messaging me back

Do you write smut?

I do! Not the biggest fan of it honestly because I never feel like it’s half as sexy as the things I read other people write, but I do get in moods and with certain characters they just need to be manhandled a lil, you know?

Craziest crossover?

I have never written a crossover in my LIFE

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Awhile back I did but I was told about it and the story was quickly taken down, I think it was on Wattpad or something like that.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! I’ve gotten a handful of requests for my more popular ones to get translated, I don’t mind at all!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I mean I’m co-writing a book with the other admin on this blog, so does that count?

All time favorite ship?

Me and all my lil husbands.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I was writing this Criminal Minds fanfic that I had all plotted out, dramatic quotes at the beginning of episodes already picked, but I don’t think I’ll ever bother focusing on it.

What are your writing strengths?

I would say characterization is my strength! The characters are the best parts of fanfics after all and I always try to do research on the characters I write; if they’re ones I don’t know as well I’ll scan the wiki and read extra stories with them in it just to get a better handle on them! It’s why when there’s characters that haven’t been around long enough or don’t have a lot of content translated for them that I don’t like writing for them because I need at least something to go off of, I don’t want to have to make up their personality myself

What are your writing weaknesses?

Details. Which is a horrible thing to say as a writer, but I do feel like my writing lacks details here and there. Like with dialogue, I’ve been trying to write more in-between actions while the characters are talking since most people aren’t just standing still, especially if a character was doing something before another person entered the room. Descriptions of the world around the characters

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I don’t like using google translate but I do have characters I love who speak other languages. Those heinous Hetalia days where you’d randomly put a word into the middle of an otherwise english sentence… they haunt me. But what I try to do with Citron from A3 is write some of his dialogue in parentheses to show he’s speaking in a language that the reader might not understand, and I feel like that works a little better for someone who doesn’t speak anything but english to do for the sake of not butchering another language.

First fandom you wrote in?

I truly wish I knew. I know I wrote for Naruto back in the day, and The Outsiders was one of the first full length fics I did. But that was back on Quizilla which has since turned to dust. I was also on Lunaescence for a while, whose creators have also turned to dust apparently. What a world

Favourite fic you've written?

It’s hard to pic just one when most of my fics are like, stand-alone short little things. But I think one I’m very fond of (which was written for the other admin so it explains why I put so much effort into it) was Snowy Mountain Getaway, which was a FE3H Dimitri/Reader College AU fic.

#Admin Chatter

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technicallysublimechild · 30 days ago

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If I Cross the Line

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Length: 2,120 words

Summary: In a desperate bid to save everything he cherishes, Mikey must give himself over to an ancient and powerful magic.

Based on the song The Line from Arcane Season 2.

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He can't fight it this time.

When he feels its call, he opens himself to it. Lets it draw towards him from where it had been lost in the heat of the batte.

He wasn't supposed to be here. He should have been at home with their father. Safe and protected. Left behind while his brothers desperately tried to fix everything - to fix him.

Standing atop a great mass of rubble, the expanse of smoldering destruction only confirms what he already knows. What the waning, flickering flames of his brothers’ Ninpo had already made clear. It wasn't going to be enough.

I told you. It whispers in his mind.

The now familiar presence grows stronger as a flash of cold white light crests a bank of downed buildings and starts to float towards him.

Mikey’s mouth turns up in a weak smile. “Worth a shot.” He argues.

Was it? The entity questions as the white light reaches the summit and glides to a halt in front of Mikey. The clear, rounded crystal the light emanates from rotating lazily as it floats before him.

Instead of responding, Mikey looks up. The sky is dark, filled with an inky blackness that blocks out the stars and moon. The only lights he can see are the bright purple, red and blue streaks that slash through the darkness, locked in combat with creatures of the shadow.

“It is to them.” He says earnestly. “They'll never stop trying.”

Indeed. They will die trying.

“...and it still won't be enough.” Mikey quotes back in a desolate whisper.

No.

Mikey feels the presence glide across his mind, allowing him to sense its magic and the potential it holds. It feels like a delicate and intricate web, but strong and ancient like the entity above. There's an emptiness there though, a dark space where immense power and warmth should be.

The magic tingles across his scales, drawing out a brief orange glow and eliciting a full body shiver from the turtle. It's drawn to him he knows, ever since the crystal was first uncovered, weaving into his dreams and whispering over his shoulder.

He knows what it wants. Knows it senses the waves of his mystic energy that break just beneath the surface. A deep well of power that feels as vast and endless as the ocean. They'd all assumed the magic to be a malevolent force, seeking to twist and corrupt the youngest’s gift. He knows better now, can feel its unrelenting desire to fulfill its one and only purpose. To purify the darkness that threatens to engulf them all.

He gently reaches his cupped hands out towards the glittering gem. The light pulses, refracting into a million shimmering colours within the crystal before it slowly floats towards him and settles neatly into the palms of his hands.

You must be sure. The voice says. It will take everything you have.

He grins with false bravado, chuckling weakly. “Then it's a good thing I always give 110%.”

He receives no response. His smile fades.

Looking up at the sky, he sees his brothers weaving through the darkness, feels their desperation and determination through their ancestral connection. He feels tears begin to build up behind his eyes, knowing they'll never forgive him for this. Will never forgive themselves. How many times have they promised each other that there would be no more sacrifice plays? God, they're going to be so disappointed in him.

He looks back down at the gem, both heavy and weightless in his hands.

“If you cross that line, there's no going back.”

It's Karai’s voice. A memory of the dire warning she had provided when his family had sought the advice of their ancestors.

“It is a powerful magic, but it demands everything that you are. Your heart, your body, your soul.” Her glowing astral form explained with grave certainty. “Even if you were to survive, you would no longer be yourself and your connection to the Hamato clan would be severed forever. You could never be brought back over.”

Tears begin to fall from Mikey’s eyes. He's terrified. He's been fighting this for so long, but there's nothing left to try. He has to do this.

A ripple carries through the connection from his brothers, their alarm and concern jumping to the forefront as they sense his despair. They're aware of his presence now. He feels them disengage from their enemy, scanning the destruction below for his location.

We're running out of time. The magic whispers to him as it wraps around his arms, reaching beseechingly towards him.

Mikey closes his eyes, drawing in a deep, expansive breath. He holds it for a moment, reaching for an inner strength that feels like broad shoulders and a spiked shell, a resolve that feels like industrious hands and an obstinate brow, a courage that feels like a brazen smile and steady gaze.

“If you cross the line…” Karai's voice echoes in his head.

Mikey exhales as he pulls the glowing crystal in towards his plastron, placing it at the centre of his chest. The light of the crystal pulses.

“...there's no going back.”

He pushes. Pressing the gem into his plastron as his mystic powers activate. They push back against him, fighting the intrusion in a wave of bright orange energy that whips up around him.

In response, the white light of the gem flares and Mikey's breath catches in his throat at the sudden pain that rips into his chest. The magic stabs into him, burrowing deep into his core as it seeks the power buried within.

Don't fight it. The voice ripples through his body.

Mikey tries but his powers feel like they're acting on their own, desperate and frenzied as they push back against the gem. The energy ignites under his scales, waves of orange fire rolling off him and forming a raging, defensive mass around him.

Mikey grits his teeth and pushes harder.

“Mikey!”

The orange banded turtle looks up, seeing his brothers racing towards him. Matching looks of fear on their faces.

“Fight it Mike! You don't want this!”

“Angelo, we can find another way!”

“Don't you dare give up on us Mikey!”

They're begging him to stop but their presence only settles Mikey's resolve further. He redoubles his effort, pushing the gemstone even farther into his plastron as he screams through the exertion. The pain gets impossibly worse, tears streaking down his face as he watches glowing white cracks split across his plastron from beneath his hands.

He only has a moment to watch in morbid fascination before both he and the gem sense an evil intent. Whether it knows the true nature of the weapon below or it just senses a potential threat, the great darkness above is now aware of them. They need to hurry.

Mikey's brothers stop a few feet away from him, unable to get past the fiery, blazing energy that surrounds their youngest brother.

“Dammit!” Raph yells as they notice a dark form barrelling down upon the group. His red construct bursts forward to meet the attack head on, holding it at bay for a moment before it sends him flying off to the side.

“It's going to go after Mikey and the gemstone.” Donnie tells Leo quickly. “We'll keep it off of you two. Find a way to get to him.”

Leo nods and with a brief worried glance back at his brother, Donatello flies off to help Raph buy them some time.

Mikey ignores his brothers, intent upon the stone at his chest. They don't have time. He needs to do this faster. He focuses through the pain and chaos around him and pictures himself pulling the magic into his body. Opening himself up to the gemstone.

The pain begins to abate, the sharp stabbing replaced by a biting numbness that spreads from his core out to his extremities. But the fire and sparks whipping around him only pick up in speed and intensity, stretching out in desperation as an icy white energy reaches out, consuming it.

He begins to feel detached from the world around him as the whispering voice in his head becomes an all encompassing cacophony. He watches his memories flit past at a breakneck speed like the pages of a book caught in the wind. He feels the presence from the gem sink into him, filling in all the spaces and ripping through the fabric of his being.

He's so caught up in the sensations lancing through his mind and body that he doesn't notice the portal that opens up in front of him. The warm hands that pull his own away from the gem at his chest as chaos rages around them.

“Mikey! Miguel! God you're freezing.” Leo says, suddenly right there. Leo stares down at Mikey's hands before his eyes jump to the stone embedded in Mikey's chest, surrounded by an expanding web of white cracks.

Leo stares wide eyed. “No, no, no, stay with me Miguel.” He brings a hand up to Mikey's face, patting Mikey's cheek urgently. “Come on baby brother, come back to us.”

With a lethargy that Mikey has never before known, he slowly brings his full focus up to his brother. The fear and concern in the blue banded turtle's eyes bringing forth memories from the swirling chaos of his mind. The memories race past; he's lying in bed and terribly ill, he hides in an alley, lost and alone on the surface, he wakes up in the medbay after opening a portal across dimensions. Each memory comes with disjointed sensations; a blanket pulled tightly over his shoulders, the grittiness of concrete beneath his feet, shooting pains through his fingers and up his arms. They all end with those same worried eyes looking down at him.

The memories are grainy and hard to hold onto, the storm raging in his mind rips them away before they can fully form. He feels like he's being buffeted around on the inside and out, lost and adrift at sea. Mikey just stares up at his brother, vaguely aware of the tears still trailing down his face. He hears a faraway voice saying “If you cross the line...”.

“There's no going back.” He finishes aloud.

Leo's face drops in despair before hardening into angry denial.

“No! I didn't give up on Raph. You didn't give up on me. Like hell am I giving up on you!” He growls.

Mikey smiles, eyes closing as he soaks in the comfort Leo's fierce words bring. A sense of calm is starting to wash over him. He feels the storm inside him beginning to subside, the ice melting away and the feeling of a warm light shining on his face. Memories and thoughts and feelings are still slipping through the cracks but he somehow feels more complete then he's ever felt before, filled with purpose and the power to drive away the darkness.

“Mikey, please.” Leo begs, shaking Mikey by the shoulders. “Please. You have to fight this.”

From the fading reel of his life, Mikey pictures a similar scene. He's holding a bruised and bandaged brother. It's just them, alone in the dark as they recover from their injuries. He's still so scared, he's never really had to face this fear before. The thought of losing one of his brothers had always been too impossible to be real. Drowning in that same fear, his brother pleads with him, makes him promise to never do something so dangerous again. Not for him, never for him, his brother begs.

Mikey looks up at that same turtle in front of him, aware of the promise he's now broken. “Did I disappoint you?” He asks curiously.

A breath catches in his brother's throat, tears brimming in his eyes as he cradles Mikey's face in his hands. The space around them is quiet, the frantic flames of energy now still and clear as glass.

Mikey's brother searches his face, wiping away a lingering tear before forcing a soft, sad smile. He leans forward and gently rests his forehead against Mikey's.

“No Michaelangelo, you could never disappoint us.” He answers earnestly. “Whatever happens, we love you and we'll find you. We'll bring you back.”

Mikey feels a bright, familiar grin break across his face.

He thinks of broad shoulders and a spiked shell, and he feels strength.

He thinks of industrious hands and an obstinate brow, and he feels determination.

He thinks of a brazen smile and looks into his brother's steady gaze, and he feels courage.

His body glows with a brilliant white light. The gem at his chest refracting it out across the spectrum.

He closes his eyes and crosses the line.

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fieriframes · 10 months ago

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[Farewell vicious night. The Ancient Fire calls your name. The invisible spiral will always remember the responders to the Midnight Caller. The ones who write the stories. And to whom the stories go. Perhaps the eternal moon will rise again. Perhaps the darkness has reached its end.]

XIV - La Ville Invisible

Après être arrivé au lieu où se confondent existence et non-existence, une porte verte est apparue, invoquée là depuis les plaines pastorales de la plus ancienne Arcadie. J'ai chanté à la porte ces paroles qui précédaient les ténèbres : Daphnis ego in silvis, hinc usque ad sidera notus.

Des années de mystère m'avaient amené à ce seul paragraphe. Un voyage où, à chaque étape du chemin, j'espérais une conclusion, mais j'ai reçu davantage de questions à la place. Cette fois ne faisait pas exception.

Je l'ai répété encore et encore dans mon esprit. C'était enivrant. Ça ressemblait à une incantation pour des esprits puissants, comme écrit dans les livres. Mais les esprits ne sont jamais venus à moi. Même mes rêves avaient commencé à échapper à ma mémoire, comme l'amnésie dans une berceuse.

J'ai appris autant que possible sur la partie la plus significative du paragraphe : Daphnis ego in silvis, hinc usque ad sidera notus. Je fus Daphnis, habitant des bois, d’où mon nom s’est élevé jusqu’aux cieux. Cette épitaphe qui apparaît sur de nombreuses pierres tombales arcadiennes. Les origines mêmes de l’expression Et In Arcadia Ego. Les mots qui ont précédé les ténèbres.

J'ai appelé Mars Éditions encore et encore, personne ne répondait. Je suis allé au 12 Rue Jacob, mais l'enseigne au néon était éteinte et il n'y avait personne à l'intérieur. J'ai appelé The Library of Babel à Londres où j'ai acquis Nuit Sans Fin, sachant exactement à quoi m'attendre. C'est-à-dire pas de réponse.

Il me semblait que j'étais vraiment seul.

Dès le début, on avait eu l’impression que quelqu’un, ou peut-être l’univers, essayait de parler sans voix. Si j'étais honnête avec moi-même, aussi fou que ça puisse paraître, j'avais l'impression que Leonora elle-même essayait de me dire quelque chose. Chaque fois que j’arrivais dans une impasse, j’avais l’impression de la laisser tomber.

Cette ultime impasse n’a fait qu’intensifier mon intérêt pour cette phrase latine particulière et tout ce qui l’accompagnait. J'ai plongé non seulement dans le monde de l'épopée romaine et de la mythologie celtique, mais aussi dans celui de Leonora et d'autres artistes surréalistes. Livres, expositions, cours du soir, documentaires, tout ce que je pouvais trouver.

Je dois admettre que le rayon de ce nouvel intérêt s'est élargi de jour en jour et j'ai découvert de nouvelles avenues et de nouveaux mystères à explorer. Remedios Varo, Dorothea Tanning, Noëmi Manser, Kati Horna, Hilma af Klint, Julia Soboleva ont tous transformé ma vie en un rêve ambulant et ont ajouté une touche de magie à ma façon de penser et de voir le monde. Comme si mes yeux s'étaient ouverts sur “l'autre Paris”, l'invisible, les passages secrets entre les couches.

Malgré cela, Leonora ne m'a jamais quitté. J'ai une obligation envers elle que je n'ai pas remplie. Je ne sais pas quand, je ne sais pas comment, mais j'espère plus que tout qu'un jour je pourrai répondre à l'appel. Que si je peux enfin être là pour elle. Pour son esprit. Pour jouer mon rôle. Il y a une raison pour laquelle elle m'a trouvé, mais je ne la connais pas encore.

En attendant, je la garde dans ma vie. Dans mes rêves, en cette nuit sans fin. 𑁍

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amin13864 · 2 months ago

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Why doesn't Iran intervene?

Khalil Rizk

The question of bad intentions is raised and repeated by spiteful people and those who pretend to be patriotic, but with Zionist minds. We remind them of the facts they know and ignore:

1- Palestine, Lebanon, and all the occupied territories are Arab lands, not Iranian lands.

2- The party concerned with liberating them is the Arabs, not Iran.

3- The Arab regimes fought wars against Israel, and all that resulted was catastrophe, setback, and the occupation of more Arab lands.

4- The Arab regimes are panting after normalization, and Iran supports the resistance against Israel. Since the victory of the Islamic Revolution, Israel has been living in terror and fear of it. While the Arabs are dancing and having fun.

5- Iran closes the Israeli embassy and raises the Palestinian flag, and the Arabs open embassies for it.

6- Since the start of its revolution, Iran has been paying the price of supporting Palestine and offering it temptations to abandon support for the resistance in order to be the master of the region, lead the Arabs, and return to what it was like during the days of the Shah.

7- After Iran announced its support for the Palestinian cause, the Arabs were the first to confront and fight it before the West.

8- Iran is the first country to seek unity between Muslims and Arabs, and they respond by promoting that it is Persian.

9- The results that Iran has reaped from this support are years of great siege, while the Arabs are submissive and humiliated.

10- What do you think, Arabs, if Iran joins hands with America? Will you not become its slaves and praise it?

As for Lebanon and Palestine:

1- Iran has given and provided to the resistance, so what have the Arabs given in return?

2- You accuse Iran of having personal interests in supporting the resistance, so we ask you to show us one of these interests and we challenge you in that.

3- Since Iran participated in supporting the resistance, missiles have reached Tel Aviv and thousands of Zionists have been displaced, and in all the Arab wars not a single bullet has reached it and not a single Zionist has been displaced.

4- Iran was the actual partner in the liberation of 2000, while the Arabs were panting at the negotiating table.

5- Only Iran stood in the face of American arrogance that plunders the wealth of the nation, while the Arabs are drained by America and robbed of their dignity and money.

6- When Iran ruled the Arabs during the Shah's time, they kissed his hands, but today because it wants their interest and the liberation of Palestine, it has become their enemy.

In any case, the field is between the resistance and the enemy.

So wait for the resistance in Lebanon to restore the stolen Arab honor with the help of those you call "the Magi"(magus)

لماذا لا تتدخل إيران؟

| خليل رزق

سؤال النية السيئة يطرحه ويكرّره الحاقدون والمتظاهرون بالوطنية ولكن بعقول صهيونيّة.وهؤلاء ��ذكّرهم بالحقائق التي يعلمونها ويتجاهلونها:

‏1- فلسطين ولبنان وسائر الأراضي المحتلّة أراضٍ عربية وليست إيرانية.

2- الجهة المعنيّة بتحريرها هم العرب وليس إيران.

3- خاضت الأنظمة العربية حروباً ضد إسرائيل ولم ينتج عنها إلاّ نكبة ونكسة واحتلال مزيد من الأراضي العربية

‏4- الأنظمة العربية تلهث خلف التطبيع وإيران تدعم المقاومة ضد إسرائيل، ومنذ انتصار الثورة الإسلامية وإسرائيل تعيش الرعب والخوف منها. فيما العرب يرقصون ويتخامرون.

5- إيران تغلق سفارة إسرائيل وترفع علم فلسطين والعرب يفتتحون لها السفارات.

‏6- إيران منذ انطلاقة ثورتها تدفع ضريبة دعم فلسطين وتقدّم لها المغريات للتخلي عن دعم المقاومة لتكون سيدّة المنطقة وتتزعّم العرب وتعود كما كانت أيام الشاه.

7- بعد أن أعلنت إيران دعمها للقضية الفلسطينية كان أوّل من تصدّى لها وحاربها العرب قبل الغرب.

‏8- إيران أوّل دولة تسعى للوحدة بين المسلمين والعرب يقابلونها بالترويج أنّها فارسية.

9- النتائج التي حصدتها إيران من هذا الدعم هي سنوات من الحصار الكبير، فيما العرب خاضعون ذليلون.

10- ما رأيكم أيّها العرب أن تضع إيران يدها بيد ��ميركا ألن تتحولوا إلى عبيدٍ عندها وتسبّحون بحمدها؟

‏أمّا بالنسبة إلى لبنان وفلسطين:

1- إيران قدّمت وأعطت للمقاومة فماذا قدّم العرب في المقابل؟

2- تتّهمون إيران بأن لها مصالح شخصية في دعم المقاومة، فنرجوكم أن تبيّنوا لنا واحدة من هذه المصالح ونتحداكم في ذلك.

‏3- منذ أن شاركت إيران في دعم المقاومة وصلت الصواريخ الى تل أبيب وتمّ تهجير ألاف الصهاينة، وفي كل الحروب العربية لم يصل إليها طلقة واحدة ولم ينزح صهيوني واحد.

4- إيران كانت الشريك الفعلي في تحرير 2000، أما العرب فكانوا يلهثون على طاولة المفاوضات.

5- وحدها إيران وقفت في وجه الغطرسة الأميركية التي تنهب ثروات الأمّة، فيما العرب تستنزفهم أميركا وتسلبهم الكرامة والمال.

6- عندما كانت إيران في زمن الشاه تحكم العرب كانوا يقبلون أيديه، وأما اليوم فلأنّها تريد مصلحتهم وتحرير فلسطين صارت عدوّتهم.

وعلى كل حال، الميدان بين المقاومة والعدو.

فانتظروا أن تعيد المقاومة في لبنان الشرف العربي المسلوب بمعونة من تسمّونهم "المجوس".

#palestine #فلسطين #lebanon #free palestine #free gaza #عرب تمبلر #free usa #free humanity #free the world #youtube

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